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[dfbeds]

Why the Ambassador Bed Frame is the Ultimate Luxury Bedroom Upgrade

When it comes to upgrading your bedroom, few pieces of furniture can elevate both the aesthetic and functionality of your space like a luxury bed frame. Among the many options available, the Ambassador bed frame stands out as the ultimate choice for those seeking a blend of style, comfort, and durability. Whether you’re looking to make a bold statement or simply add a touch of elegance, this bed frame offers the perfect solution. Let’s explore why the Ambassador bed frame is the ideal investment for your bedroom and how it can completely transform your sleep sanctuary.

1. Luxurious Design That Commands Attention

The first thing that strikes you about the Ambassador bed frame is its design. It has a majestic and regal appearance, making it the perfect centerpiece for any bedroom. The high, padded headboard is not only comfortable but also adds a dramatic flair to the room. Its deep button tufting and plush upholstery give it a timeless and elegant look that can seamlessly blend with various interior styles, whether you prefer a classic, contemporary, or modern aesthetic.

The bed's grand design is what sets it apart from other bed frames. It’s the kind of bed that immediately draws attention, commanding the room with its presence and turning an ordinary bedroom into a luxurious retreat. With the Ambassador bed frame, you don’t just get a functional piece of furniture; you get a statement piece that enhances the entire room’s ambiance.

2. Superior Comfort for a Better Night’s Sleep

In addition to its aesthetic appeal, the Ambassador bed frame offers unparalleled comfort. The high headboard is perfect for those who enjoy sitting up in bed to read, watch TV, or simply relax. The plush padding provides excellent back support, making it comfortable for extended periods of sitting.

Furthermore, the solid construction of the bed ensures that you get a stable and supportive sleeping surface. Pairing the bed frame with a high-quality mattress enhances your sleep experience even further. With the Ambassador bed frame, you’re not just investing in a piece of furniture; you’re investing in better sleep quality and overall comfort.

3. Built to Last: Quality Materials and Craftsmanship

When purchasing a luxury bed frame, durability is a key consideration. The Ambassador bed frame is crafted using high-quality materials that ensure its longevity. The frame is made from sturdy wood that provides excellent support, while the upholstery is both durable and easy to maintain. The high-density foam used in the headboard ensures that it retains its shape and comfort over time.

This combination of quality materials and expert craftsmanship means that the Ambassador bed frame is built to last. Unlike cheaper alternatives, this bed frame won’t lose its shape or stability after a few years of use. Instead, it will continue to provide both comfort and style for many years to come, making it a worthwhile investment for any homeowner.

4. Customizable to Fit Your Style

One of the great features of the Ambassador bed frame is its versatility. Available in a variety of fabrics and colors, you can choose a design that perfectly complements your bedroom’s décor. Whether you prefer a neutral color palette for a calming ambiance or a bold color to make a statement, the Ambassador bed frame can be customized to fit your unique style preferences.

Additionally, its sophisticated design is suitable for various bedroom themes. If you’re going for a minimalist look, the sleek lines and clean design of the Ambassador bed frame will fit right in. If your style leans more toward the opulent or traditional, the luxurious headboard with deep tufting adds just the right amount of flair.

5. Maximizing Space and Functionality

The Ambassador bedframe isn’t just about style and comfort—it’s also incredibly functional. With its well-thought-out design, the bed provides a sturdy base that can support various mattress types and sizes. Moreover, the raised frame design can offer additional storage space underneath the bed, which is perfect for those looking to maximize storage in smaller bedrooms.

This added functionality makes the Ambassador bed frame not only a luxurious upgrade but also a practical one. It gives you the opportunity to make the most of your bedroom space without sacrificing aesthetics.

6. Enhancing Your Bedroom’s Value

Finally, investing in the Ambassador bed frame adds value to your home. High-quality furniture is always a good investment, especially when it comes to key pieces like your bed. This bed frame will not only enhance the visual appeal of your bedroom but can also increase the overall value of your property, especially when potential buyers or guests are impressed by the luxurious touch it adds to the room.

Choosing high-quality furniture is a reflection of personal style and attention to detail, and the Ambassador bed frame showcases this perfectly.

Conclusion

Upgrading your bedroom with the Ambassador bed frame is more than just a simple furniture purchase—it’s an investment in luxury, comfort, and durability. From its elegant design to its superior craftsmanship, this bed frame offers everything you could want in a luxury bed. Whether you’re redesigning your entire room or simply looking for that one piece that ties everything together, the Ambassador bed frame is the ultimate choice for creating a lavish and inviting bedroom.

For more details on the Ambassador bed frame, you can check out the full product description here.

[sturnioloszn]

IN LOVE WITH A CRIMINAL - C.S

summary; after almost being caught committing murder, chris reassures you that everything is fine and helps you relieve some nerves...

warnings; smut, mentions of committing a crime (murder), gun kink.

a/n; i'm lowk stepping out the comfort zone w this one, so if it's dogshit, we know why. btw, if u don't understand the relationship, chris and y/n work together as hitmen (or ig hitman and hitwoman).

I sit on the edge of the bed, leaning down to undo the straps on my black heels. I'm usually focused on how sore my feet are after wearing heels for several hours, but my mind is engrossed with one thought.

It wasn't uncommon for Chris and I to be paired together for hits; actually, we worked well as a team. But tonight didn't go as smoothly as it was meant to.

It was supposed to be a straightforward night; while I kept the ambassador distracted, Chris would take him out.

Unfortunately, my charm worked a little too well, and the ambassador wanted to "find somewhere more private," so we kept changing locations, meaning Chris couldn't take the shot easily.

We eventually managed, but the authorities were on scene immediately, which wouldn't have been the case if we had stayed at the original location. Due to this, we were almost recognised, but we fled the scene just before they could recognise us.

Yet, I can't help but feel paranoid. I know what line of work I'm in, and yes, I know the risks, but it's still an insanely scary thought. What if they saw my face? Would I have to be a fugitive? Would I have to live the rest of my life in the shadows to prevent from being seen again?

Fuck.

The sound of ammo hitting the bathroom counter snapped me out of my anxiety-ridden thoughts. I slowly stand up from the bed, stepping out of my heels and heading towards the bathroom in the hotel room.

I reach the doorway and see Chris at the countertop, he's clearing the gun that was used tonight. I lean against the door frame with my arms crossed over my chest as I watch his hands work the gun. I won't lie, Chris was hot as fuck, he had a sharp jawline and a beautiful side profile with gorgeous brown hair that fell over his forehead.

But it doesn't matter how sexy he was, there's no way anything could happen between us, especially with work. It would just get way too messy.

"Do you think they saw us?" I ask, breaking the deafening silence that was lying between us.

"No," he replies coldly. I know he was somewhat upset at me due to the fact that I couldn't keep the ambassador in one place, making his job harder.

"There were a lot of them... what if they did see our faces?" I say, now beginning to share my inner conflicts with him.

"They didn't. Stop stressing," another cold reply.

"They saw us leave though, we had to have looked suspicious, right?" I question once again. I could sense he was getting annoyed at all my questions but I really couldn't help it.

"We're fine," he huffs, as he sorts through the unused ammunition. I watch his fingers work diligently, organising everything so carefully. I wonder what else his fingers would be good at.

Fuck, I really have to stop thinking these things, because I can only blame myself for the dampness in my panties right now.

"Listen, it's not your fault, okay?" He sighs, turning his head to finally look at me. I think he feels slightly bad being so harsh on me, even though it really isn't my fault that I'm so hot.

I nod at his words, dragging my eyes to the floor to avoid eye contact. He takes a few steps towards me and places his index finger under my chin, tilting my head high enough so that our eyes could meet.

"I mean it...I'm sorry for being a dickhead," his words are soft and sincere, almost enough to make my knees crumble completely. "And no, I'm sure they didn't see us. Stop stressing your pretty little head about it,".

He's so close that I can almost hear his heartbeat, and the small touch he has on my skin is enough to burn up my entire body. There's no way he can't see the effects he has on me.

"What can I do to ease your mind, hm?" He says, moving his finger from under my chin and using his entire hand to cup the side on my face; his thumb caressing my blushed cheek softly.

"Nothing, I'm fine...I probably just need some sleep," I say. But even if I take him up on his offer, what is he really laying out on the table? Maybe I'm reading too far into this.

"Nothing? There's absolutely nothing I can do f'you?" He asks, lowering his head to my neck and planting a soft kiss there. I lean my head back, surprised by his actions.

Chris and I have been strictly colleagues, and other than the occasional flirty joke, there's not been anything else between us... until now.

"Chris..." I whisper, almost as a warning, as if someone could catch us at any moment.

"Hm," he mumbles against my neck, still peppering small kisses. I sigh and give into his touch. He feels me surrender, and he moves his hands to my curves, drinking them in with every touch.

"This dress looks so fucking good on you, y'know that?" His words are barely recognisable, so I weave my hands through his hair and tug his face away from my neck. I guide him towards my lips and it doesn't take long for him to crash his perfect, plump lips into mine.

The kiss is instantly hot, burning even, and the feel of his hands all over my body definitely doesn't help with the heat. His hands slip down to my ass, grabbing handfuls. A light gasp leaves my mouth, surprised by his direct actions.

"Can I make you feel good?" He asks, briefly pulling away from my lips. There's a look of hunger in his eyes, which makes him look even more irresistible.

"Please, Chris," I reply pathetically. By now, my panties are soaked, and we're both still fully dressed. God, what is he doing to me.

I feel him reconnect our lips and slide his hands under my ass to my thighs. I feel his arms tense, and my feet lift the ground. He places me onto the bathroom countertop, and I wrap my legs around his torso.

His hands find my hips again, but instead of stopping there, they continue downwards towards the slit in my dress. His right hand slips under my dress, and he reaches for the fabric at my hip.

He invites his left hand under the dress, too, finding the fabric on the other side of my hip. He tugs both sides down, removing my panties completely.

He looks up at me, his cold, blue eyes meet mine. I've never seen anyone with eyes as pretty as his; they really are his best feature.

"Do you trust me?" He asks, his eyes locking me in a trance. I nod, unable to get any words past my lips.

"I need you to use your words," he speaks again. If he keeps speaking like this, my composure will be out the window any minute.

"Of course I trust you, Chris," I say, wondering why he's even asking me that. He then turns and grabs the gun next to him. What is he doing?

He returns his attention back to me and slowly spreads my legs. My dress rides up, leaving me more than accessible to him.

"Fuck, look at how soaked you are and I haven't even touched you yet," he groans, and I can see the buldge in his trousers form.

He then does something that I would have never dreamed he'd do.

He took the barrel of the gun and ran it between my folds, lathering it in my fluid. The cold metal of the gun against my hot core makes me jump slightly.

"C-Chris... what are you doing?" I ask, my breathing getting shallower.

"Shh, just let me take care of you and ease your worries," he says, his eyes never faltering from my dripping cunt. I throw my head back and enjoy this new sensation that I'm being guided through.

Then, out of nowhere, I feel the gun slip into me. No way he's fucking me with a gun.

"Fuck, Chris," I say, bucking I'm hips slightly. I'm not completely opposed to this idea but it's definitely something new.

Thank God I saw him take out the bullets otherwise my stress level would be through the roof.

He starts pumping the gun faster and faster, and a familiar heat is building in my stomach. Moans start spilling from my lips uncontrollably and my hands find their way to his hair again.

"Chris, p-please... don't stop," I say, at this point I'm fucking the gun back, and I'm so close to euphoria.

"I wasn't planning on it," he breathes out. A few strokes later, and I'm spamming around the gun, letting my wetness coat it as Chris' name, along with a string of curse words, leave my mouth.

He slowly removes the gun from my hole and looks at it in wonder before turning to me.

"I've never been more turned on in my life," he says, his eyes bouncing back between me and the gun.

I'm sure I look a mess right now, I'm panting heavily, my hair is frizzy, and mascara is likely running down my face, yet Chris doesn't think twice about calling me beautiful.

"What does this mean for us?" I ask, pulling myself down from the countertop, grabbing onto Chris to steady myself.

"I've liked you for a while, y/n, I was tired of pretending like I didn't need you," He admitted. My cheeks are definitely blushing, and not because I just orgasmed.

"Me too... but what about work?" I question, work is the main reason I hadn't made my move. I'm already a criminal, I can't be in love with one, too.

"We'll make it work, now stop worrying about everything, I'm going to run you a bath, and you're going to relax," he says, placing a soft kiss on my forehead.

a/n; well... I don't think this is too horrendous (if it is, keep ur mouth shut otherwise i'll cry). alsooo, 151 notes on my last fanfic?? u guys are insane but i appreciate it sooo much, thank youuu and love youu smm 💙

[lemon-russ]

Your lion fic was beautiful. May I request more? Anything will do really. But here are my requests.

Lion angrily jerking it after experiencing one (1) emotion

Lion aggressively cuddling you. You're not hurt or sick or have lost feeling in your lower body temporarily, he just wants to be close to you. And be an ass about it.

You wear his legion colours/symbols and he gets really horny.

40k Lion reminiscing about an old lover from 30k (using that term loosely, they were probably just fuck buddies) and maybe they meet again in 40k. Let's say a perpetual reader.

Anyway these are just my brainworms. Feel free to ignore.

And yes, I am aware I have a thing for stoic men losing it and being absolute freaks. I am currently in search for a good therapist.

Sorry for the delay, but I feel adjacent to a human today, so I finally finished this! Also the way you presented it made me snort laugh haha, the kind message into "angrily jerking it" lmfao

Anyway here's The Lion straight jorkin' it (I like all your suggestions and might come back to the colors one especially!)

Tags: @sleepyfan-blog @undeaddream @scriberye @lisikk

Thanks @squishyowl for the dividers!

Lion El'Jonson X Fem!Reader

CW: Lion straight up jorkin' it. That's all.

Stupid woman, Lion thought, slamming his chamber doors closed.

He started angrily undoing the belt of his tunic as he marched to his bed, fingers frustratingly fumbling the latch in a hurry.

Stupid, infuriating woman.

Guilliman had sent a representative to give The Lion updates about some missions the Ultramarines had been on, just the average doldrum of war talk. But the representative he sent was his little Ambassador pet.

“My Lord?” You had said, looking up at him between explaining supply lines, “You seem very tired. Did you not rest well?”

He’d been shocked by the simple question. He had indeed been without a proper rest for a bit too long. But, no one ever asked such things about him. He was a god to most baselines, infallible and untiring, beyond mortal needs. But you spent a majority of your time around his brother, so of course you could read him better than a random serf could. And you’d been… concerned. For him.

“Wh- I…” he had stuttered, caught off guard. That annoyed him. Being flustered by a tiny baseline woman’s concern for him annoyed him. The pang of unnameable emotion that shot through him annoyed him. The sudden pulse of pressure below his stomach, especially annoyed him.

“Don’t be daft woman-” he had spat back. You’d just smiled softly at the verbal attack, soft eyes scanning his face, studying the circles forming under his eyes. Then for some warp damned reason, you had gone and made him a cup of recaff. You placed it in front of the flabbergasted Primarch and returned to explaining your papers like nothing had passed.

Stupid woman.

The minute you’d given him a quick aquillan salute and been on your way out the door, He had turned on his heel and stormed off to his quarters, leaving confused serfs in his wake as he pushed them aside, some even falling to the floor. “No one disturb me.” He had growled, stalling their pursuit of him.

He finally pulled his pants down, holding his tunic aside as he knelt on his bed. That feeling that you had invoked in him had shot right between his legs. The whole rest of the meeting, he was struggling to focus on anything but how hard you had made him.

He grasped himself, groaning at the friction at last as he stroked. Your image assaulted his mind. You leaning over the table just enough that he could see down the far too loose tunic dress you wore. He growled remembering that glimpse of your breasts, infuriatingly framed in ultramarine blue. It should have been HIS colors.

He grasped himself tighter as he assailed his aching cock, falling back on his pillows. It should be Dark Angels green you were in. No- it should be nothing at all. You should be naked in his bed. You should be panting in his lap-

His hips bucked himself fruitlessly into his hand at the image. Your sweet face, flush and gasping as you rode him. Did you look at Guilliman the way you’d looked up at him? Did you fetch him drinks when you noticed he was worn? The thought enraged The Lion. How dare you go back to the Macragge’s Honour, back to anywhere but his bed.

He gripped the sheets, yanking at his tunic as he frustratedly picked up speed, ignoring the slight soreness from his calloused palm attacking his cock without anything to help the friction. It wouldn’t be an issue if it was you on him instead. He bet you were plenty slick, and tight-

He felt his balls start to tighten, drawing in a hissing, ragged gasp through grit teeth. His bed creaked with the cadence of his hips jerking up into his fist. You should be here. You should be wrapped around him, holding on for your life as he used you like a cocksleeve- he imagined your small hands splayed over his stomach for balance, trying desperately to hold yourself down against his bouncing.

He fisted his cock faster, frustrated by the sub-par sensation of his own rough skin, barely slicked with his pre-cum as he drove himself forcefully toward an orgasm. He was frustrated he’d immediately given in to such base instincts. He was Frustrated you could drive him to this with one little question, with one sweet look.

His mind flooded with the image of you giving him that little smile, eyes soft and concerned in defiance of his sharp words-

He let out a snarl as the heat in him snapped, shooting his spend over his stomach in jerking pulses. A few more hard pumps on his cock drained him, shuddering and mind blank, before he collapsed back on the bed, legs shaking and ragged gasps wracking his lungs.

He lay panting, covered in his own seed, twitching his hips up in the aftershocks. This was your fault. You stupid, damnable woman.

He groaned and let his arm fall to his side as the sensations eased from his need-drunk mind.

He had a very stern demand to draft. If his brother wanted him to keep playing nice- which he had been, he’d been very cooperative he thought, he earned some credit- If Guilliman wanted Lion to keep his word about their plans and supplies and defenses-

Then the cost was merely one insignificant little diplomat woman.

[til-all-are-loved]

{This Charming Man Part 4}

MTMTE Megatron x Reader

SFW

Parts 1, 2, 3

You woke to the low hum of the Lost Light’s engines, a sound so constant that you rarely noticed it anymore. The night hadn’t been kind; sleep had come in fits, broken by an unrelenting loop of awkward memories with ex-lovers and longing for home.

Dragging yourself out of bed, you shuffled through your morning routine mechanically. Wash up. Get dressed. Try to look more put-together than you felt. Yet as you glanced at the inappropriately sized enormous mirror installed in your hab-suite, you couldn’t shake the nagging sense of unease clinging to you like a second skin.

The ship felt colder this morning, though it was probably just your imagination. The corridors were quieter, too, as you stepped out of your hab-suite, the usual bustle of the crew subdued in the early hour. You’d barely rounded the corner when a voice broke the silence.

“Ambassador! There you are!”

You turned to see Swerve bounding toward you, his frame somehow managing to convey both unbridled enthusiasm and the complete disregard for personal space that you’d come to associate with him. Behind him trailed Tailgate, waving at you with a cheerfulness that felt downright offensive at this hour.

“What’s up?” you asked, trying to sound more awake than you felt.

“Not much, not much!” Swerve said, skidding to a stop. “Except, oh, I don’t know, you’ve been summoned to the bridge. By the big guy himself.”

You blinked. “Megatron?”

“Is there another ‘big guy’ on this ship?” Swerve grinned, then leaned in conspiratorially. “I mean, Magnus is tall, but he doesn’t have that presence, you know?”

Tailgate elbowed him, though it was more symbolic than effective. “Ignore him. We’re headed that way anyway, so we figured we’d drive you there. Save you the trouble.”

Tsch-tch-tch-tchu-tchu-tsch

You hesitated for a moment, still feeling the fog of last night clinging to your thoughts. But their energy was infectious, and before you could think better of it, you found yourself clicking the seatbelt.

As he drove, Swerve launched into a rapid-fire monologue about the latest Lost Light gossip—something about Rung's glasses being stolen—while Tailgate chimed in with occasional interjections. It was hard not to get caught up in their banter, even as your mind kept drifting back to the bridge and the man—no, the bot—waiting there.

“You’re being awfully quiet,” Tailgate noted, glancing down at you as you approached the lift.

“Just tired,” you said, forcing a smile.

“Don’t worry,” Swerve said as the doors slid open. “Megatron’s bark is worse than his bite. Actually no, I wouldn't want to be you in this position at all squishy. Well uh... good luck!”

“Swerve!” Tailgate hissed.

You couldn’t help but let out a single dry laugh as you exited Swerve's small car alt mode.

You hovered near the entrance to the bridge, suddenly hyperaware of every small noise you made. Megatron hadn’t fully turned, his attention fixed on the glowing projections in front of him. The rest of the bridge crew carried on with their work, an air of quiet efficiency filling the space.

It was only after a long moment of hesitation that you stepped forward, your boots clicking faintly against the polished floor. If he noticed your arrival, he didn’t show it.

“Captain,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Ambassador,” he replied without looking up. His tone was clipped, polite, but devoid of warmth.

You waited for him to say more, but the silence stretched uncomfortably. Feeling the stares of a few nearby crew members, you cleared your throat. “I understand you wanted to see me?”

“I did,” he said, still not turning. His optics flicked over the display in front of him, one massive hand adjusting a control on the console. “There’s a matter of logistics I’d like your perspective on. Sit.”

You obeyed, sliding into a chair near one of the secondary stations. The datapad in your lap felt like an anchor, its weight oddly comforting as you opened it to take notes.

Megatron began speaking—something about supply routes and the allocation of resources to specific departments. His words were clear and precise, but they felt rehearsed, as though his mind was elsewhere.

Yours certainly was.

Sitting here, mere feet away from him, you couldn’t stop replaying last night’s interaction in your head. The way his optics had lingered on you, the strange, fleeting moment of connection that had left you spiraling. Now, with him so close yet so deliberately distant, it was almost unbearable.

“Are you listening, Ambassador?”

His voice cut through your thoughts like a blade. Your head snapped up, and you realized you hadn’t written a single word.

“Y-yes,” you stammered. “Sorry. Could you repeat that last part?”

For the first time, he turned to face you fully. His expression was unreadable, his optics narrowing just slightly.

“Perhaps this was ill-timed,” he said, his tone carefully neutral. “You seem... preoccupied.”

Your face burned. “No, I’m fine. Really.”

He studied you for a moment longer before turning away again, his attention returning to the console. “In that case, you’re dismissed. We’ll reconvene when you’re feeling more focused.”

Dismissed. The word stung, but you rose quickly, not wanting to press your luck.

“Ambassador.”

You froze, halfway to the door, and turned back. Megatron held something in his hand, extending it toward you.

“This is for you,” he said.

It was a small datapad, unassuming but pristine. You stepped closer and took it from him, your fingers brushing against the cool metal.

“What is it?”

“Something I believe you’ll find thought-provoking,” he said, his voice lower now, almost a murmur. “That will be all.”

He turned away again, leaving you standing there with the gift in your hands.

--

The datapad felt impossibly heavy as you made your way back to your quarters. Megatron’s parting words echoed in your mind, the weight of his gaze still lingering on your skin. Thought-provoking, he had said. What could that mean?

Curiosity gnawed at you, but there wasn’t time to linger on it. A message from Ultra Magnus pinged your communicator as you stepped through your door, calling you to the communication center for a scheduled check-in with Earth. The datapad would have to wait.

The communication center was quieter than usual when you arrived. Only a skeleton crew was present, and the room carried a strange tension, like the air before a storm.

“Ambassador,” one of the techs greeted you. “We’re just about ready for your transmission.”

You nodded, taking your usual seat at the console. The screen in front of you flickered to life, displaying the logo of your home organization on Earth. It was routine by now—discuss your last report, answer a few questions, assure them that everything was under control.

But as you began to settle in, a faint but sharp smell hit you—something acrid, burning.

“Is that... smoke?” one of the techs muttered, glancing around.

The answer came in an instant: an alarm blared, and the lights in the room flickered wildly. A plume of smoke erupted from one of the side consoles, sparks showering the floor as the crew scrambled to contain it.

“Fire suppression—now!” someone shouted.

You stumbled back from your station, coughing as the smoke thickened. The emergency systems kicked in moments later, flooding the room with a cold, dense mist designed to suffocate the flames. The fire was extinguished quickly, but the damage was already done. You were drenched in the liquid, soaked to the bone. Thankfully your modest uniform was layered. 

“Systems are down,” one of the techs said, frantically typing at a terminal. “We’ve lost the connection to Earth.”

Your stomach sank. “How bad is it?”

“Hard to say,” they replied, their voice strained. “The relay equipment is fried. We’ll need hours—maybe days—to repair it.”

You glanced at the remains of your console, the screen now dark and lifeless. YOu stood there . If Earth wasn’t receiving your reports, then who would be?

Unbeknownst to you, a shadow loomed at the edge of the room just beyond the residual smoke. Megatron stood just beyond the doorway, his red optics glowing as he took in the scene.

“Efficient response,” he said, his voice cutting through the chaos like a knife. His sudden presence startled you, but the crew barely reacted—they were used to his quiet, watchful nature by now.

You turned toward him, unsure whether to feel relieved or uneasy.

“Captain,” you began, but he held up a hand to silence you.

“I’ll ensure the necessary resources are allocated for repairs,” he said, his tone measured. “In the meantime, Ambassador, I suggest you return to your quarters and focus on your written reports. The Lost Light’s internal systems are more than capable of storing them before transmitting them where they need to go.”

There was something in his voice—calm, reassuring, yet final. The typical tone he spoke to you with. You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak, and left the room quickly.

--

As the crew worked to repair the damage, Megatron lingered behind, his optics scanning the charred remains of the relay equipment. A small smile ghosted across his face—a rare and fleeting thing—as he tapped a command into his wrist-mounted console.

In the quiet hum of the Lost Light’s systems, a rerouted connection established itself, discreet and undetectable. From this moment on, every word the Ambassador wrote would find its way to him before anyone else.

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

Closed Doors

❥ Yandere Choi Soobin x fem reader x Kim Hongjoong

➯a/n: SPOOKY MONTH SPOOKY MONTH SPOOKY MONTH WRRRRAAAA 👻🎃 mwahaha i came back strong with this one 🫣

✃ "Watch close, don't even blink."

✫彡wordcount: 4.1k

(>ᴗ•) ♡'･ᴗ･'♡ genre: smut w (a little) plot, yandere

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: not edited, stalking, drinking culture, dom joong x sub soobin x switch reader, noona/hyung kink, tipsy sex, threesum, pet names, fingering, DIIIIRTY talk, cunnilingus, corruption kink, edging, squirting, handjob, m x m, deep throating, throat bulge, snow balling, unprotected (booooooo), one slap, light degradation

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MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

Kim Hongjoong is everything Soobin wants to be. A strong leader. A respected producer. An ambassador. Someone to be looked up to and praised.

And you, Hongjoongs girlfriend of nearly three years, is all he wants. A loyal partner. An understanding person. A kind soul that clings to his.

He knows anything and everything there is to know about you and Hongjoong. He watches all of Hongjoongs content, he stalks you as you run errands. He knows the scent of perfume Hongjoong buys every other month and he has a caddy full of your favorite soaps. He knows how you only hold hands in the dark to avoid the paparazzi and he knows all of the sweet nicknames you call each other.

He knows how bad this could be for him should it ever get out that he's obsessed with his senior and his girlfriend. He knows first hand how badly it feels to be violated of your privacy. But he can't bring himself to stop. He can't help but bask in your existences. He needs to know more.

He needs to know the brand of condoms Hongjoong uses, if you take brith control. Does Hongjoong always take the lead like in those heated kisses he's caught glimpses of backstage, or do you like to have power in the bedroom? He needs to know if Hongjoong looks as beautiful covered in sweat in bed as he does on stage, he needs to know if your hair frames your face just as gracefully when your head is thrown back in pleasure.

    Just being a bystander isn't enough for Soobin anymore.

He needs to know what goes on behind closed doors.

彡★

The house is eerily desolate, perched atop a hill in the middle of a field. Nothing but trees and flowers and mother nature on her lonesome to witness what goes on in the lot. It was gothic in its architecture, pale in its color palette.

Despite the houses deathly aura, life rages in inside of it. Shadows of people dancing by the windows, muffled music leaking from the walls, a shout or yell every so often from a drunken party goer.

    You're clearly buzzed, Soobin can tell. You're stumbling around and gripping to the wall every so often as you move your body to the beat of the music. Hongjoong isn't around you, so he takes the opportunity to approach you. Though he gets nervous around you, his heart stops in his chest everytime his senior so much as addresses him directly.

"Binnie boy!" You cheer with a wide smile, discarding your red solo cup on the antique table behind you in favor of wrapping your arms around his slim torso. "I didn't think you made it!"

So you're an affectionate drunk. Lucky him-

His heart is beating wildly, he's never been more thankful for loud music. He can barely breathe, his arms tingling as he wraps them around your shoulders. God, you feel so warm. "H-hey, Noona. Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Oh, yeah! It's been forever since I went to a party," your hand lingers on his chest as you back away and grab your cup again, lighting his skin ablaze through the thin fabric of his costume.

After you take a swig, you offer it up to him. When he goes to shake his head, already blushing and feeling drunk on your proximity, you roll your eyes playfully and stand up on your tip toes, holding the lipstick-stained cup to his lip. "It's rude to refuse a drink," you tease, nearly cooing as he opens his lips and drinks immediately. "Good right? I think Gaeul made it."

He's not registering any of the words that are coming past your lips. His brain is going a million miles an hour as he feels the lipstick that's transferred to his lips. Sure, he has alot of the products you use but never from your own personal collection. Never from your own lips, even if it came off a secondary source. This is almost as good as when he found one of Hongjoongs sweaters at a thrift shop after watching him drop off a bag of donations.

"I found it!" Hongjoongs voice brings him back to his own body, and he's immediately frozen again as he feels the fur he knows he's wearing wrap around his shoulder. He has to be dreaming. Is he dreaming?

Hongjoong is right by his side, hip to hip with his arm stretched up and around his shoulders. "Is she teasin' you? She likes to tease when she's drunk," he chuckles, looking up and watching the younger mans face flush deeper as he stutters.

"I'm noooooot," you draw out dramatically, slipping your hand into his open fur coat and under his top. "I'm just being friendly- right, Binnie?"

He's nearly gasping for air as he watches the two of you. What in the world is going on?

"You found one?"

"Mhm," Hongjoong moves away from Soobin and drags you to the stair case, and he watches in confusion as you both stop on the second stair, your conversation hidden by the loud music and the shadows.

A few moments later, you're coming back to Soobin and grabbing his hand, "c'mon."

He can only follow the warm grip you have on his hand, blinded by how good it feels to have your skin touching his that he doesn't even notice as you lead him up the stairs to the bedrooms with Hongjoong hot on your tails.

"Wh-" The words die on his tongue as you let go of his hand and dive into the tall, elegant bed. "Non-" There they go again as he turns as sees Hongjoong latching the door locked.

You look like the angel you're dressed as as you lay down on your back, your head propped up by the pillows and your legs spread so invitingly.

"Isn't my Angel so gorgeous?" Hongjoong asks as he joins him at the foot of the bed, a smirk painting his face as he watches his ears flush pink. "Don't you just want to..." he trails off, watching in the corner of his vision as you pull the white dress above your hips teasingly slow, "fuck her dumb?"

"Hyung!"

Your giggles fill the room, and Hongjoongs follow, leaving Soobin stunned more than ever; a deer in the headlights. "Oh, c'mon Binnie," you moan as you slip your hand into your underwear, "we aren't blind."

"We see how you watch us," he finishes your thought, shrugging off his coat.

"Mhm," you nod in agreement, watching his bulge grow with his blush. "If you don't want to join us, close the door on your way out- ah!" Your laughter fills the room as Hongjoong jumps into the bed, kissing and licking at your neck.

His eyes flick between the two of you and the locked door. His mind is already made up but he doesn't want to seem too eager. He thought he was sneaky enough. How much do you both know?

"You're so wet just from teasing him," Hongjoong purrs as he slips his fingers into your bare heat, your skimpy panties discarded at the edge of the large bed.

He almost immediately starts pumping his fingers into your wetness, purposefully slapping his palm against your clit to create more lewd sounds. Soobins head is spinning. His eyesight is blurring, but at the same time he can see your face twisting in pleasure so clearly. He's crawling into the bed instinctively to get a closer look, his brain can't comprehend the amount of hormones that are flooding him. From your feet, he can see the wetness on Hongjoongs fingers as he pulls them out briefly before they dive back into you.

"Staying?" Hongjoong grins as he looks over his shoulder, slowing his fingers to give him a good showing of your wetness. He only nods in response, eyes never leaving your puffy clit and sopping hole.

"Ngh-" He moans as Hongjoongs free hand grips the back of his neck, forcing him face to face with your core. The sound of his fingers pressing against your walls paired with the scent of your arousal nearly makes him come undone the second the tip of his nose grazes your clit.

Your hand comes down and pets his head almost innocently, and he looks up your heaving torso to see you as you speak vulgarly, "have you ever eaten a pussy before, Binnie?"

       He shakes his head, the tip of his nose still forced against your clit by Hongjoongs grip.

      "She'll get you addicted," Hongjoong moans lowly at the thought of his own tongue on you, he can taste the memories, "she's fucking delicious."

He lays on his stomach between your legs, next to Hongjoong whos straddling your thigh. "H-how?" He forces his voice out, his hot breath fanning you.

"Show him how, Baby," you prop yourself up on your elbow and wiggle your hips, smirking at the two of them. "Show him how to eat pussy like a real man."

Hongjoongs slips his fingers out of you and sucks them clean as he positions himself next to Soobin, rubbing down his back sensually. "Watch close, even blink."

"Oka-" He's left speechless once again as his tongue darts out and laps up and down the length of your heat, pointing and circling your clit before diving into you and all over again. He listens to his Hyung, though he doesn't know if it's even intentional. He wouldn't blink if his eyes were dryer than the Sahara.

His skilled tongue skims and rubs and fucks all of the right places, not a single part of you left untouched as he moans into you. "Oh, fuck, Joongie," you squeal, thighs trembling briefly before they lift of the bed and press into them.

He pulls away and pushes the thigh that's pressing into him back down, nodding at Soobin to do the same. His slender fingers dig into your skin softly as he copies him, pressing your leg back into the soft sheets.

"No," you whine, "so close!"

"C'mon Princess don't be selfish, let our guest have a taste before you squirt all over us, hm?"

"Squirt- squirt? You squirt Noona?" He pants breathlessly. He doesn't know how he's going to survive.

You chuckle softly, head tossed back as you rub your wetness on his chin, getting oh so close to his lips. "Make me cum and you'll find out, Binnie. Go on, do what Joongie showed you."

He sticks his tongue out tentatively and flicks it across your clit. The high moan you let out. The taste of you. Hongjoongs burning gaze on him. It's so. Fucking. Good.

He copies all of Hongjoongs movements, it's not hard to. The image of his tongue working against your wet skin is burned into his memory and he will never let it go. He whines into your cunt, pressing his face closer as he savors your juices, his eyes fluttering shut as his hips grind against the bed on their own. His mind is gone from his body, his entire being washed in pure pleasure. He's so far gone that he doesn't register that your both turning on your sides, your legs sandwiching his face as you moan and groan.

      He feels Hongjoongs hands unbuttoning his pants, and he lets him. No way in any universe is he doing anything that will stop this moment. His length is engulfed in his warm hand, and the vibration of his moan is enough to send you over the edge, flooding his face and neck in your release and clenching your legs around his head tightly. The curses that fall off your trembling lips go unheard by the eager young man, who could nearly be drowning in the amount of fluids that you're washing him in, in the pleasure that Hongjoongs hand is giving him.

"Fuck, Binnie! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Son of a bitch- holy shit!" Hongjoong laughs, finally pulling his wet face away from you. His eye flutter open, his pupils blown way out of proportion. He pants, bucking his hips into Hongjoongs stilled hand.

"Ngh, Hyung," he whimpers, melting as he resumes stroking his length, "you were right, she's so delicious!" He licks his swollen lips, sliding onto his back and watching his slender hand pump up and down, blissfully unaware as you slip out from behind him and remove your clothes. "Oh my god," his eyes roll back into his head, and just before the pressure inside of him can snap, the warmth of his hand is gone. "No, no! Hyung!" His cock twitches in the air, hips bucking wildly.

"Shhhh," he shushes him softly, holding his hips down to the bed, kissing his jaw lightly, "don't you want to let it out inside your Noona? There's nothing else like it, Binnie."

You join them once again, on the opposite side of Hongjoong, naked body curled up to Soobins side. "All warm and wet, nice and inviting."

A whiny moan chokes him, jaw dropped as he nips his ear lobe, your fingertip swirling around his nipple. "F-fuck, please."

"Not yet," you whisper, "you'll cum the second you feel my hot pussy. Calm down a bit."

Both of your warmth is gone, and he opens his eyes. They widen at the scene infront of him.

Your naked body, all out in the open as your face is in Hongjoongs lap, ass in the air. His thick, veiny member resting on your flushed cheek as you fondle his balls.

"Is it everything you dreamed of, Soobin?" He grins as you take his cock down your throat, years of practice having paid of. "Isn't my girl the fucking best? Look at that," he coos as he points Soobins gaze to your throat, an the outline of him pressing out of your skin, "see how she takes it? Mmm fuck. If your lucky, maybe one day she can take that long, pretty cock of yours."

You moan around him, peering over at Soobin. He slides closer immediately and leans into your neck, taking in a deep breath of the smell of sex that comes from you. "Fuck," he groans, cock aching for attention. But Hongjoong is right, he wants to save it for you. He wants to know what Hongjoong gets to feel everytime you fuck. "Everything and more." He kisses your neck, and the feeling of his lips through your throat makes Hongjoong feral.

He grips the back of your head, thrusting deep into your throat with a short and fast pace. The sound of your throat contracting around his cock fills the room, even over the muffled music. Your spit flies out of your stretched lips, soaking his smooth pelvis. "Do that again," he growls quietly, free hand pressing Soobins face into your neck.

And he does, he licks and sucks at your neck, like he's trying to suck Hongjoongs cock just as much as you are. "Mhmp!" Your arousal drips down your legs, your hole clenches around nothingness as you steady yourself on his thighs.

The amount of attention you've been receiving tonight already has you back on the edge, teetering as your boyfriend chokes you on his cock and his handsome junior sucks hickeys in your skin. Your head is fuzzy with oxygen deprivation and arousal.

     You can feel his body tightening beneath you, and you get ready to swallow his release when he tugs your hair roughly. "Don't swallow, Angel," and with that, he pulls your mouth back to envelop just his tip and floods your mouth with his sweet seed, head tossed back and a bead of sweat dripping down his chin, chest heaving as he moans, "let him have a taste."

     He tenderly helps you up, positioning your face above his and smirking as he opens his mouth wide. The mix of saliva and cum leaks into his awaiting mouth, and a string of moans from all of you builds your arousal to an all time high. He gulps it down greedily and watches you intently as you move to straddle his hips.

You lick your lips clean, taking a peek at Hongjoong. He gives you a nod and grips the base of Soobins cock, holding it upright as you sink down on it. "Oh- oh shit," he bites his lip, eyes flicking from your blissful face to your sopping hole as you slowly descend to Hongjoongs member twitching back to life.

"Don't you dare cum, ladies first," Hongjoong fixes Soobins hair back and rubs his thumb on his lips.

"Al-alright- fuck! Oh fuck!" He whines loudly as you begin riding him mercilessly, clenching his gut as his brain begs for the flood of dopamine that it knows will come with filling your cunt in the most primal way. "Fuck, please! Noona! Noona!" He screams, hips bucking wildly and making his cock reach depths inside of you that haven't been touched by another person since you met Hongjoong. He doesn't stretch you as good as he does, but God does the slight pain as he rearranges your guts feel heavenly.

"How does it feel?" Hongjoong inquired, slipping his hand around your hips and circling his finger tips around your swollen clit.

"So good!"

"S'good!"

Both of you chime together, bodies bouncing on the soft mattress. "Oh, Joongie! You were right," you draw out in a moan, "he's so- ah! So big!"

"Ride him, Princess, ride that big cock," he smirks at him over your shoulder before diving in and sucking darker hickeys over the ones Soobin left. It's definitely a show of dominance, telling him not to get too comfortable in his girlfriends cunt. But he does. Not. Care.

He'll find an in eventually, for now he's content to hold onto your hips as you ride him like a mad woman.

"Noona," he whines highly, rutting into you desperately, "please let me!"

"Let you?" You question dizzily, rocking your hips into Hongjoongs fingers as they continue their assault on your clit.

"L- ah! Fuck, I'm sorry, Noona, I can't help myself anymore!" He thrashes, locking his arms around you and flipping you around. He cages you underneath him and slams back into you, banging his hips onto yours and burying his face in your chest as he clings to you.

Hongjoong crawls up to your face, cradling it gently as Soobins rough thrust toss you around. "You gonna let him cum in your pussy? That's my pussy, you know that?" He slaps your cheek softly, a large grin on his face. "Dirty Angel, you're enjoying having this freak in your cunt," he kisses you deeply and moans, pulling back and gripping Soobins hair roughly.

"Listen to me," he sneers, "you can fuck us silly all you like, you little horn-dog. But this is my girl. And I'm her man. Got that?"

      "Y-yes, Hyung!"

    "Good," he pushes his head away and goes back to you, fondling your breasts as he licks your ear, whispering something that Soobin can't hear over the pounding of his hips on yours, especially not combined with the music growing louder in his overstimulated mind.

Your moans are growing louder and louder, more frequent as he plunges into you rapidly. "O-oh shit..." You screw your eyes shut and bite your lip, and from his place looking down on you, Soobin wishes he had photographic memory. It's everything he ever made it up to be and more, and more, and more...

A broken moan rips out of your throat as you clench on him like a vice, squirting with each of his thrust as he ravages you. And that's all he needs to let loose, an orgasm like no other washing over him and soaking your insides, shutting his brain off as it floods with unimaginable pleasure.

He collapses into you, clinging to you for dear life as his hips continue driving into you with a mid of their own.

"Feels fucking amazing, huh?" Hongjoong chuckles, rubbing your heads simultaneously as he pries Soobin off of you. He straddles him carefully and slips his hands under his top. "Hope you've got some more energy for me, pretty boy."

彡★

       He stands as silent as a mouse and grabs his phone, eyes raking the two of you darkly as he searches for the perfect angle to capture you in your fullest beauty.

      Hongjoongs arm is draped over your naked chest like he subconsciously knows to protect your modesty from what's about to come, his ring catching the dim moonlight as he cups the side of your breast.

     He snaps a picture of your torsos and arms all mingled together, thankful that the lamp was left on so that he didn't have to risk the flash waking you. He knows you're a light sleeper.

    With a lick of his lips, he zooms in on his always noticeable bulge. It strains against his boxers even as he's flaccid and snuggles against your hip innocently.

He doesn't know when it got to this point. He doesn't care, frankly. He just wants in, he wants in- he wants in now. He wants to sleep in that cozy nest of a bed that he knows you make up every morning after cuddling your boyfriend all night. Seonghwa once told him about it and how you had to strip the bed of all your pillows and blankets and plushies so that Hongjoongs vlogs didn't share something that you felt so intimate about, he hasn't got to see it yet but he wants it so badly. He wants to spoil you with plushies to add. He wants to fuck you until you squirt on it all freshly made just to mark it with your scent and drive in the fact that he makes you cum like a lover.

     His soft panting fills the quiet air as he snaps a photo of the way your finger tips are pressed into the elastic band on Hongjoongs boxers.

He doesn't care that it's crazy. He just wants to be apart of you, and every little thing only adds to it.

     He leans one knee on the edge of the bed and snaps a close up of your bruised hips, the forming colors, to remind him of how well it felt to hold them as they boucned.

   He turns the focus to your face. You're the one he has the least photos of despite the fact that you're the one he's most obsessed in love with. You look so peaceful in your sleep, lips parted as you breath softly, a small smile twitching at the edges that he immediately snaps a photo of. You must be dreaming of him.

He. Doesn't. Care.

    He snaps photo after photo after photo after photo after photo of you. His girl. The lines on your soft, exposed stomach. Your fluffy sock clad feet. Your slightly swollen lips with his thumb carefully placed between them. The way you suck on it subconsciously. Your hair, the baby hairs that fall from the sloppy way you put it up. Every single freckle and mole and embellishment on your skin. Your thighs. Oh good God your thighs, he could die a happy man between them. The way goosebumps raise on your skin as he trails his fingers tips all over you. Your neck which still has his marks no matter how hard Hongjoong tried to cover them. Picture after picture after picture after picture until his camera betrays him and tells him he has only a little storage left to document your adorable, unconscious state.

Soobin

Does

Not

Care

     He backs up and gets every single piece of you both in frame for one last photo. Of the way the two of you meld together. His precious, stupid lovers.

     He will be apart of you. And this is only the beginning.

He got a glimpse of what goes on behind closed doors.

Now you'll never get rid of him.

[ellisgirl]

Jude Jazza & Ellis Twilight — Villains Want to Embarrass Little Robin Story Event

Premium End

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After washing my body and changing into my night dress, I sank into the bed in my room and suddenly felt tired.

(Tomorrow, I'll have to pull myself together... I'll have to do my best...)

While I was sorting out tomorrow's schedule in my head, my eyelids got heavier and heavier—, and I fell asleep.

—I woke up in the middle of the night when I noticed the faint sound of the door opening.

(That...... What time is it now?—)

(—Wait a minute. This is Her Majesty's bedroom, who the hell is in here at this hour?)

My spine trembles. I'm shaking. Jude and Ellis should be resting in a separate room.

(No way, is it really Mr. Abel?)

(But "only people inside the palace have the key")

(Mr. Abel stole the key? Or maybe the mastermind behind the assassination plan is someone inside the palace—?)

Through the curtain of the canopy, the silhouette of a person approaches.

(It can't be helped if I just deduced here! What should I do... get out of the other side of the bed?)

(If I could get out of the room without being seen and call Mr. Jude and Ellis,)

(I should be able to complete the mission.)

(Honestly, I don't feel like I can do it, but— I have no choice but to do it)

Holding my pillow as a shield, I gently placed my hand on the canopy curtain on the other side, at that moment.

A figure raises an arm holding something sharp—,

Man’s voice: “—What the!?”

The figure crumpled to the floor after receiving a heavy blow to the side of the head.

(Hey, what..... What happened......)

I'm afraid to open the canopy curtain and look outside.

Mr. Jude was stomping on a man dressed as a guard.

Jude: "I can't believe you’re screaming in Her Majesty's room in the middle of the night."

Jude: "Isn't that disrespectful? I don't know.”

A man dressed as a guard: "Well.... You are one of Her Majesty's guards.”

Jude: "So you're the secretary of the Glasses Minister?"

Jude: "What are you trying to do with such a dangerous thing?"

A man dressed as a guard: “Damn it. ....I'm gonna kill you too...Nn”

The guard man crawled out from under Mr. Jude's feet and raised his knife again.

A man dressed as a guard: "This is a crime committed by the U.S. ambassador....... I'm in trouble if it doesn't happen like that."

Ellis: "Are you trying to frame it...?"

A man dressed as a guard: “Wha!?”

A hand stretched out from behind twisted the wrist that the man raised again.

Ellis: ".....No, that kind of thing. I don't think anyone will be happy."

A man dressed as a guard: “You, It— hurts.”

Mr. Jude's hand roughly grabbed his mouth and sealed it as he tried to complain of pain.

His nose and mouth are blocked and I can hear a painful voice.

Jude: "If you don't keep quiet, the “Queen” will wake up."

Ellis: "...The Queen's aide wants to ask you something."

Ellis puts one arm around the man's neck and tightens it even more.

Jude: "You’re going to faint from lack of oxygen, or I'll let you sleep in peace, which one? I’ll let you choose."

A man dressed as a guard: "Hmm, hmm!!"

Ellis: "It's rare for Jude to let you choose. You'd better answer as soon as possible."

A man dressed as a guard: "Ngu... O..."

Jude: "Uh? What's that? I can't hear you.”

A man dressed as a guard: “Gu....Nn, ugh….., …….”

When the man's whole body fell apart, Mr. Jude let go of his hand as if throwing out the filth.

Ellis caught him in good timing, tied him up with a rope, dragged him to the corner of the room, and rolled him over.

(......Wow, that's great..... He knows what he’s doing.)

Once again, you are stuck in the dark world, and see that they are two terrifying people to make enemies with...

Jude: “….Hm?”

Kate: “Uwha!”

The curtains were unreservedly opened, and I almost fell off the bed while holding my pillow.

Jude: "It's a nasty queen who has a hobby of distributing."

Ellis: "...It was scary, isn't it? Miss Kate, it's okay now."

An agitated sneer and a gentle smile. I am again confronted with conflicting smiles, but this time my facial muscles are not confused, but relaxed.

Kate: "Both of you..... Thank you very much."

Kate: "But...how did you know?”

Ellis: "Your crown smelled sweet.”

Kate: “Eh…..?”

Jude: “The nectar that caused the bird to run amok was smeared on the crown.”

Kate: "On the crown...?"

Ellis: “So, Jude and I looked into who might have approached the crown before the audience.”

Jude: “The secretary of the minister with the glasses was the last one who approached it, so I kept an eye on the minister and sure enough, there it is."

Jude: “Originally, he was an extremist in the military and a warmonger and a sloppy politician, and he had the motive to say that he would make money by raising a jerk.”

(That kind of thing...)

Kate: "He rebelled against Her Majesty, and on top of that he tried to frame such a good-looking ambassador as a criminal...that's the worst."

When I muttered what I thought, Mr. Jude raised his eyebrow in amusement.

Jude: "Ha, that's surprising. ......As if saying “Don't do it like that” is easy enough.”

Kate: "......He’s alive, isn’t he?”

Ellis: "Yeah, of course. Victor told me not to kill him because he has something to ask."

Kate: "He was trying to take someone's life...”

Kate: “Both the secretary who attacked me and the minister behind it should be prepared for some pain.”

Kate: "......I don't sympathise."

Jude & Ellis : “………”

(At least, Mr. Jude and Ellis know that they will be retaliated in the same way...it looks like they are working with this in mind.)

I don't think it's a good thing, but I'm not going to assume it's a bad thing either.

That was my frank thought after working with them on several missions.

Jude: "Ha, how did you start saying that?"

Ellis: "Shall I go and hurt him more? How much do you want me to abuse him?"

Kate: "You don't have to do it any more...!”

Ellis: “Yeah…..?”

When I hurriedly stopped him, Ellis put away the knife with a small bow of his head.

(These two people are both quite troublesome.)

(But I can absolutely trust you... being by your side might be the strongest)

Jude: "Hah..... I'm really tired today because the princess is unreliable."

Mr. Jude sat down on the bed and sprawled himself up.

Jude: "It's almost morning. I gave almost a whole night to that weirdo assistant.”

He was about to close his eyes, so I opened my mouth in a hurry.

Kate: "Um, I'm sorry, here is my bed.”

Jude: “Ah? It's not yours, it's Her Majesty's."

Ellis: "Oh, Jude is not fair."

Ellis also turned to the other side and lay down with Mr. Jude sandwiching me.

Ellis: "I think I'll take a nap here too."

Kate: “Eh, Ellis…..?”

Ellis: “Miss Kate, can we sleep together?”

Kate: "Sleep, you mean......, eh...eh!?"

(Together, .......With these two people!?)

Jude: "It's so noisy."

Ellis: "Here, over here."

Kate: "Wha......!?"

I collapsed onto the bed with my arms pulled from both sides.

No matter how wide Her Majesty's bed is, when two adult men and I lie down, it's narrow.

(S-So close...)

There was no way Mr. Jude would open up space for me, and Ellis was close enough to say that he wanted to stick together with me.

I was sandwiched between the two bodies regardless, and my shoulders, arms, and legs were in close contact.

Jude: "You body temperature is high... Are you a child even here?”

Ellis: "It feels so warm and nice. .....Hey, can't I hug you?"

Kate: "It's no good...!"

No matter which way I look, I feel strange, so I answered while looking straight up.

Jude: “Fuha, what are you blushing for? You dirty girl."

Mr. Jude sits on his shoulders next to me and looks down at me with a smirk on his face.

Kate: "Isn't it disrespectful to sneak into someone's bed without permission?"

Jude: "Isn't it disgusting? I don't know who it is, the villain who does such a thing."

Ellis: “Do you want to do something naughty? It’s okay, if you want to.”

Kate: “Huh….uh, …..?”

Ellis lays down next to me, looks straight at me, and suggests the most outrageous thing.

Ellis: “Oh, would you rather do with Jude? Or me, or both?"

Jude: "Hey, I'm getting involved without permission."

Jude: “If you want to do it, do it as you like. I'll just sit here and watch. You like that kind of thing, don't you?”

Ellis: "Really? Then will you?"

They whisper to me from both sides as they please, and my face starts to twitch more and more.

Kate: "Could you please get off the bed and sleep in your own room..."

Ellis: "......But I'm worried if you're alone, Miss Kate."

Kate: “Uh…..”

Jude: "This bed is so comfortable, I refuse."

Kate: “….Jesus, I’m done…..!”

With a tired head, a pure conscience and arrogant selfishness thrust at me—

—I stopped thinking.

Kate: "It's fine as it is...! Good night!"

I pulled the sheet up to my face and managed to keep them out of sight.

Jude: "Fuha, what's with that sleeping style?"

Ellis: “You’re hiding. I miss you.”

Both of them started to fall asleep after a few minutes without knowing what others thought....

While being wrapped in the gentle sound, warm body temperature, and the sweet scent of the two people, I also fell asleep before I knew it.

…

A few days later. Without making it public that there was an assassination, the U.S. ambassador left the palace with the same sunny smile he had on his face when he arrived.

To my horror, the minister with glasses disappeared from his seat without my knowledge. And then—

Ellis: "Ah, here we come. Miss Kate, this way."

Kate: "...Thank you for waiting."

Jude: "Are you more nervous than the mission?"

Today is the day we decided to grant each other's "requests" in celebration of completing our mission without our identities being revealed.

(The partners are Mr. Jude and Ellis. The promises we exchanged must be kept.)

It's reassuring to have these people as allies, but I've just learned that turning them into enemies can be troublesome.

I gulped and swallowed my spit, the two smiled their very best smiles.

Ellis: "I'm looking forward to it... Well then, Miss Kate."

Jude: "Do you want me to fulfil your “wish”?"

…Fin…

Masterlist

Chapter 1 >> Chapter 2 >> Premium End >> Epilogue

[frunishop]

Creating a Luxurious Bedroom with the Ambassador Bed Frame and Kelly 4FT 6" Bed Black

Your bedroom is your sanctuary, a place to unwind, relax, and rejuvenate. The bed is the centrepiece of any bedroom, and it is important to choose one that is comfortable, stylish, and functional. One of the most popular bed frames on the market today is the Ambassador Bed Frame, which is designed to provide the ultimate sleeping experience. In this article, we will explore the Ambassador Bed Frame and the Kelly 4FT 6" Bed Black, as well as other items that can help you create a luxurious bedroom.

The Ambassador Bed Frame

The Ambassador Bed Frame is a high-quality bed frame that is designed to provide a luxurious sleeping experience. It is made from solid wood and features a sturdy construction that is built to last. The bed frame is available in a range of sizes, including the single, double, king, and super king, so you can choose the size that is best for your bedroom.

One of the standout features of the Ambassador Bed Frame is its elegant design. It has a classic look that is perfect for any bedroom décor. The headboard is tall and features an arched design with beautiful button tufting. The footboard is also tall and features a similar arched design. The bed frame is finished in a beautiful dark brown colour that adds warmth and richness to your bedroom.

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[mooniekive]

Slow Burn | six [final] (preview & link)

Pairing: min yoongi x reader 

AU: neighbors!au | producer!yooongi and teacher reader | they both identify as bi, and reader is aspec (grey-sexual/demi-romantic)

Genre: slow burn, kind of slice of life | fluff, smut

Word Count: 663 words (preview) | 14k (chapter)

Warnings: preview is safe, but in chapter you will find smut - oral m/f receiving, and penetrative sex. A lot of time jumps, sorry if it's annoying.

Synopsis: 

When one of your best friends and neighbors moves in with his partner, you’re surprised to have a quiet (and attractive) man move in next door. His protective nature intrigues you, and his looks pull you in with a magnetism so unfamiliar to you.

Min Yoongi is so used to being on his own that when he moves into a new place, and into an existing little found family, he’s forced out of his little box. He has no other choice but to finally allow himself to want. To want what he always desired — a place and people to comfortably exist with. 

Preview under cut, or read on ao3

It’s past 10pm when you reach for the phone ringing on the bedside table. You were under the assumption that you’d find the clock striking midnight and the screen showing February 25, but to your surprise you have not slept longer than it feels you have. You groggily accept Yoongi’s call, and past the sleep still fogging your brain there’s the beginning of some nervous fear seeping through trying to reach your consciousness. 

“Oppa?” you ask, doing your best to sit up on the bed. Bokshil chirps annoyed from all the movement and sound you make, so he stands from his curled position by your feet and jumps down to head to his tree and curl up again. 

“Shit, did I wake you sweetheart?” 

He sounds exhausted, so you start pulling the covers off you, embracing the cold that meets your body as you try to sit up. 

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it, I slept earlier than I thought I would. What’s wrong?” Usually during wintertime you tend to sleep pretty early on Fridays, like the exhaustion of the week piles up until your body practically drags you to bed. 

Yoongi sighs and you can hear the uncertainty in that shaky breath, worry seeping more into you as you stand and step into slippers. “I’m sorry, but can you come over, please?” 

It’s not unusual for Yoongi to call you late at night to catch up, he’s been spending a lot of time in the studio and gets home pretty late. He’s been preparing for his second album, which will have some choreography that has him working for longer hours to prepare for it. He also started having shoulder pains because of said choreography so you often just come over to help massage some lotion onto it and sleep beside him, even if you have to leave early the next day for work. It’s been difficult to see each other for longer than a few hours awake lately. 

This, however, feels different. He sounds antsy. 

“Are you okay, is it your shoulder?” 

“No, no, not that… I mean, it does hurt a little, but it’s not that. Just come over, please, baby.” 

“I’m almost there,” you insist just as you quietly step out of the apartment so as not to wake Namjoon and Jeongguk. Namjoon has been spending a lot of time over at the apartment, which you don’t mind. On the contrary, you welcome having your friend over so often, but it does make you even more aware when you make noise that perhaps Jeongguk is used to, but he isn’t yet.   

“Thank you,” he says almost like a sigh, then hangs up. 

You’re not sure what to expect when you submit the code to the boys’ apartment. The place is quiet, with Taehyung away on some ambassador work for a brand in Europe.  You do miss the sounds of Taehyung watching an old movie or listening to music late into the night from his bedroom, and you hope he returns home safely soon. There’s some light guiding you to Yoongi’s room as it seeps into the hallway from the door frame.

Yoongi is pacing in his room when you enter. His hair is slightly damp and he wears one of his usual sleepwear outfits — black shirt and pajama pants. Clearly he was getting ready for bed but whatever is going on in his head isn’t allowing him to relax. 

“What’s wrong?” you ask as you step in and close the door behind you. 

Yoongi’s worried expression softens when he sees you. He stops pacing and walks over to you. His embrace is strong and warm, and it almost knocks the air out of you. He smells of his shampoo and that perfume with a hint of citrus that lingers in his skin and has become part of his natural scent. 

“I needed to see you,” he whispers just beside your ear. “We should talk, and I couldn’t wait until tomorrow.”

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[phneltwrites]

Sunday Snippet

Wilhelm's still in the time loop

Simon gets plates while Wilhelm takes everything out of the bag. They’ve given them chopsticks even though they aren’t eating noodle soup. Who made the restaurant feel like they had to do that? That’s not how it’s eaten in Thailand. Wilhelm spoons out food onto each of their plates and sits back with his own. Simon puts his fork in his right hand, Wilhelm wonders if he should switch. If he wants to be a normal Swedish person, would that be the right way to do it, as opposed to the way his tutors drilled him on. The ambassador was hosting dinner and they had to be respectful. So Wilhelm learned. He knows he needs to unlearn a lot, is this one of those things? Simon’s friends have already teased him for holding cutlery in a pretentious way. 

He rubs his head.

Wilhelm washes the dishes while Simon puts the food away. They retreat to Simon’s bedroom. It’s easy to pass the time with Simon. He can lose hours just staring at him. They lie on the bed head to head, feet at opposite ends. It’s a new perspective on Simon’s face, upside down, but he’s still achingly familiar. 

Simon turns on his side and Wilhelm mirrors him. “Hi.”

A smile curls on Wilhelm’s lips. “Hi.”

“What’s the best thing that could happen to you today?” Simon asks. It’s a game that Linda started with Sara, apparently, but it’s caught on in their friend group. Felice and Wilhelm have a separate two-person chat that’s dedicated to this.

Wilhelm has an easy answer. He leans forward and kisses Simon. That’s the best thing that could happen.

When they break apart Simon mashes Wilhelm’s face with his hand. “Sap.”

Wilhelm doesn’t deny it. “Your turn.”

Simon purses his lips. The urge to kiss him again is irresistible, so Wilhelm doesn’t fight it. Then, Simon rolls onto his back. He puts his wrist on his forehead and the triangle his elbow makes to frame his face is the world’s most perfect geometry. “The best thing that could happen to me today is Mama and Sara show up with homemade pastries and we sit together and eat them and play a board game and we find out the state exams are cancelled so we plan a group trip somewhere warm instead.” Wilhelm wants this for him. Uncomplicated joy with his family. Simon turns his face. “Now you. A real go.”

Wilhelm’s throat closes up. The best thing that could happen to me today would be that yesterday never happened. Which from Simon’s perspective, it didn’t. Look at him, winning. But it was real for Wilhelm. He lived it. He clears his throat, coughing to force it open. “The best thing that could happen is…” fuck. He can do this. Nothing too desperate, nothing too needy, and nothing too depressing. Focus on what would actually be good. “The clouds clear and when we go outside after dark there’s a meteor shower and we get to watch it together.”

He checks Simon’s expression, after. He’s smiling at him warmly. “That sounds great.”

***

He wakes up in his bed. It’s the anniversary of Erik’s death. He exhales, pressing his head into the pillow. It was never going to be the answer, but it would have been nice if the right thing to do was devote himself to loving Simon to the best of his ability.

In a better world, that would be enough.

He drags himself out of bed.

[jewishvitya]

I made a thread on twitter a while ago, and I can't remember if I shared it here or not. So I'll share it again.

There's this feeling I really enjoy about rediscovering stories.

When I first watched YOI, there were moments that stood out to me. The big moments - the beach scene, Viktuuri's kiss, exchanging rings, the reveal of the banquet... And they're glorious, and we talked about them and thought about them all the time. They ended up kind of pushing back other moments from my memories.

And then when I rewatched, there were lovely smaller moments that I could discover because I was already prepared for the big ones.

For example, Viktor's fond head tilt when Yuuri yelled "GANBA" at Minami.

I LOVE this feeling. It's like getting to experience small parts of my favorite show fresh, almost like watching those bits for the first time.

And I wondered what moments other people got to discover this way, and if it's exciting for others the same way it is for me. So I invited people to share. And these are the moments I got:

Viktor's little laugh right at the start of this:

Yuuri being told by Minako that he brought Viktor there.

The easy comfortable hug while they watch Chris be Chris.

Yuuri's perfect form, Yuri trying to keep up, and the way they're animated so well to show it.

"Hasetsu Tourism Ambassador" Viktor being a sweetheart

Yuuri the delighted fanboy jumping around Viktor's old costumes

Viktor's expression in the bluray version.

Makkachin sleeping in Yuuri's bed - showing how close they got.

When I tried to take a picture of Makkachin in Yuuri's bed, I landed on this frame, so this is the one you're getting.

Yuuri's little dance waiting for the doors to open.

This smile when Yuri shares his grandpa's cooking with Yuuri.

Yuuri's confidence

Viktor putting an arm around Yuuri and making it easier for him to speak. It's already easy for him to rely on Viktor's support. (Which is amazing considering Viktor can be an asshole... but Yuuri doesn't seem to mind.)

Sassy Yuuri

This is here for Yuuri's line but I might have intentionally chosen the frame with their matching smiles.

[adhdo5]

completely random question but how would you rank o5ver on a scale of most to least r/malelivingspace

Teeth EXTREMELY high on this scale. Not only is Area 77 this series of fucked up cavernous hangars empty and just painted cement like Confinement ass test chambers but Teeth's overall situation right now is the cosmic equivalent of IDo NOT DESERVE ........... a Bed Frame .

Bureaucrat has things in his office. Barely. Living the austere life of it all

Ambassador's is less pathetic than Cowboy's but Ambassador edges him out on this list because it's more insane. The closest thing he has to a permanent office is his getaway helicopter, which is definitely some kind of insane influencer situation

Cowboy isn't blatantly this he's not a textbook case but his office is pretty visibly unlived in. The customization basically ends with the stupid ass cowboy routine it's all he has; the only thing tht distincts his office from the standard issue is that it gives you lung damage

Forward's office has (periscopic) windows which makes it insanely good by O5 standards but it's also basically just an armory and he sleeps also in standard dormitory

Lesser is despite his convention hall of an office pretty low bc while that is a convention hall he is real into ergonomics and cares about his equipment

Archivist sits in the dark in her archive and she lives in there. It has things necessary to sustain humanoid life including a minifridge with like konjac jellylikes and similar; it is clean, tidy, and well taken care of but it is also notably insane because her priorities are so weird but it is also absolutely visibly a workspace modified so she has to leave it as little as possible. It's archivemaxxed.

Outsider's space is significantly less comfortable/customized but you can tell that she is being kept busy? Like it's very enthusiastically lived in and full of stuff. There's some things in there that are Nice that have been Given To Her but it's got the ~slight barrenness of transience

Founder seems like he shouldn't be this low but it doesn't have the implicit self loathing. His fucked up inner sanctum may be hostile to human life but that's because it's for him specifically. In his element.

Physician is lower than Founder mostly because his office is jam packed full of nonsense and he likes it that way. Everything is visible all the time or he will forget about it

Nazarene is a carpenter and she's given up enough in this fucking world. Area 01 has some of the top dorm bedding in the Foundation and she has learned a hard lesson about letting her office serve her needs insofar as she's sitting there. It's also generally nice, apart from the skulls and the smell of blood

Site 17, being the sapient containment facility, is the Greenpath of Foundation facilities and Philosopher's offices (plural. Site 17 is big and he's forgetful) r no exception, especially since Philosopher (who in this respect is pretty normal) spends a decent amount of time in them and also they have to have good optics. You can have plants in there. You can have carpet. The dormitories are nice (makes Zyn and Kondraki further unhinged for sleeping in the aviary 90% of the time). He gets the medal for being the most well adjusted guy on the list

Tamlin House, being nonbinary, is everywhere and nowhere on this scale.

[evita-shelby]

Paper fucking Moon

Or this au where John Egan is stringing along both my oc, Diane from my peaky blinders/masters of the air crossover and @precious-little-scoundrel 's Lana Tierney/Julie Jean Turner from her series, Dear John.

I am afraid i might make you guys hate John for this one shot sorry

Cw: cheating, irresponsible drinking, mentions of a hangover. Slight bashing of eurocentrinc beauty standards and some internalized racism

(A/n: Jack Nelson is the character James Frecheville (Bill Veal)plays in Peaky Blinders who is based off on Joseph P Kennedy sr and in this universe is him)

“Oh, come on, let me see! I let you read my last letter to Janey Dogs, Bucky.” The dark-haired girl somehow managed to wrest the letter from his hands. She had managed to read a name, Jean, before Bucky swiped it out of her hands.

She had gotten it back, making use of her smaller size against his giant frame as they tried not to tumble out of his bed and onto the floor. The witch had read it then, in its entirety and felt her heart break in a way it hadn’t done before.

Diane has always had the misfortune of falling hard and fast for someone. From her best friend since she was five, Oswald Mosely, Britain's leading facsist’s son ---who hated his dad’s ideology fiercely--- one summer, a girl she met during her time at Oxford, Tom Bennett in Manchester in 1939 and now John Egan from Wisconsin.

It always ends badly; Di has never been lucky when it comes to love.

Especially something that hadn’t been intended as serious. Only a paper moon, she reminds herself.

A paper fucking moon, she confirms when she reads the salacious letter to Julie Jean Turner, alias Lana Tierney, who is the perfect white girl with blonde hair, big tits and two blue eyes. As always Diane’s unconventional looks and mixed blood pales against the quintessential white woman.

“So, I’m only here to pass the time then?” she doesn’t mean to sound hurt by the things she read in the letter to Julie Jean Turner, but she does because once again Di had been fucked over by her stupid heart. “Women now, as beautiful and charming and smart as they are, they do just to pass the time, but you are different.”

Same shit he’d said to her when it stopped feeling like just fooling around and he started to believe what she saw in the cards. When they sang Paper Moons together before Regensburg and he came back with the moon locket just as she had said he would.

“Di, I’m sorry, I —” he can’t seem to even find the words to justify or even explain himself as the nurse hastily dressed and left before he could stop her.

“Only a paper fucking moon, isn’t it?” she’s never felt more pathetic in her life as she resolves to forget John fucking Egan while pretending she is stronger than she looks. “Fuck me for thinking this was gonna be different. Fuck me for thinking you loved me.”

And what better to get over a guy by getting absolutely hammered and under his single friend.

Bill Veal looked like Jack Nelson in his younger years, back when he was merely a gangster businessman and not the American Ambassador to England. Di did always find Jack hot when she was a teenager and Veal was too good of a man to hurt her. He is nearly always of Egan’s left at the pub and would make it very uncomfortable for her now ex-fling.

Doesn’t work as she had hoped, between the sexy little number she sings and the drinks, she finds herself stabbing at Egan however she can until he confronts her outside of it. Bill knew better than to get caught up in their shit and turned her down but not before saying he wouldn’t do that to Bucky.

She’d sought out another, some nameless soldier who’s gonna die before the week is over, and John had pulled the boy off her by the scruff of his neck as if the man had any right to her anymore.

“Mhmm, angry aren’t you, daddy?” she stands on her tiptoes as if to kiss him, she hates him and herself and even that sad little twat across the sea. “Angry your little fuck toy found out she was just that, your dirty secret who can’t satisfy you like the fantasy of a white girl can?”

Because that was what hurt more, that when he had her, living, breathing and real beside him, he was writing this stranger who he’d only seen once and getting off dreaming of her. It fucking sickened her to know he had been lying to her since the beginning.

“You weren’t a toy to me; I should’ve been upfront with you sooner and her as well. Shouldn’t have led her on, never should’ve written that letter before I left for Regensburg, Di.” At least he knew he had fucked it all up.

He looks sorry, she knows he feels sorry too, but she can’t forgive him. Why forgive him when she won’t ever trust him again?

“I loved you; you know. And you weren’t man enough to tell me the fucking truth!” she shouts at him, tosses the locket in her pocket at him and leaves like the pathetic little girl she feels.

Diane is glad she won’t remember this tomorrow; sure she might as well kiss her job goodbye but at least she isn’t John’s stupid gypsy girl who was the last to know he had someone else.

But she can’t sleep, she’s tired of crying, of thinking about how much she hates everyone now.

The latest in her string of bad decisions tonight brings her to her little locker where her stationary is. Not the normal one for friends and family, but the one with her dad’s company that styles her as Miss Diane E. Shelby of Shelby Co. for when she writes to the Princess of Wales as her loyal pen pal.

The last Di remembers doing is writing:

“Dear Miss Julie Jean Turner…”

And now reading the botched drafts of the letter she tried to write, she is glad she never finished it.

She had gone off about how she met and started her relationship with John, how Winston fucking Churchill got her the post here, how she knows Tierney’s life is shit with lurid detail, and worse the two Buck special a few weeks ago.

These are all the words of a drunk and hurt pathetic girl who’s insecure about her looks, height, lack of breasts and having mismatched eyes. Its barely legible, her drunk self isn’t the damnably charming and classy daughter of a Member of Parliament who went to Oxford.

It's a good thing she didn’t write it all, by the looks of it. The address on the ruined envelope said Arrow House, the young witch wouldn’t hear the end of it if there had been a reply sent to her parents before it got to her.

“Sent your letters to the post before you woke up, the matron in charge wants to speak with you.” The nurse who sleeps next to her handed her a glass of water and aspirin as Diane shuts her eyes as her hangover is worsened by a fucking vision.

Usually, she can get those under control, keep them from affecting her so much, but this one of Lana fucking Tierney receiving a messy letter addressed to her by Miss Diane Shelby of Arrow House, Warwickshire has her tossing her head into her hands as she retched in a bucket by her bed.

What had she done?

What had she written?

“Oh, fuck. Oh, God, what the fuck did I write in it?”

Dear Miss Julie Jean Turner,

Do not worry I will not reveal your true name nor the nature of your letters to John, I am not like that no matter how much I wish I was. I could ruin your career and life but the torrid abuse your mother and hollywood dole out to you is something I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemies. Hell I think you might thank me if I tanked your career now before it drains you of life.

It might surprise you to hear why I write to you, but I am sure you already know about the other girl our good major has strung along while writing to you. I was one of such girls he told she was the only one. Different from the rest, all that bullshit he tells you too.

I loved him, I am sure you do to, but it was all a paper fucking moon in a cardboard sky. I knew sex was all he wanted that night, and yet I fell for him, just as you did in his letters. Thought he was different, that maybe he felt like I did because that is what he told me to mu fucking face when he said it should’ve been a ring and not a locket.

But it fucking wasn’t, because he writes to you about all the filthy things he wants to do to you while not even bothering to say its not many girls. That it was one girl singular who he's been with since mere days after sending you that first letter. Before you ask, he didn’t tell me, I know this shit and so much more because God fucking cursed me with visions that didn’t tell me about you.

But of course, no man can resist you. You who are deemed perfect with your big teats, your blonde hair and perfect white skin, meanwhile me with my meager breasts, different colored eyes and tan skin am deemed nothing special, a toy for him to pass the time. As if I already wasn’t singled out for my foreign mother and romani father.

I let him fulfill his fantasy of fucking me and Buck for his birthday, did he tell you that? Did he ever tell you how he liked it when I wore the fleece for him, how he brought me back a locket from Algeria because he claimed he was falling in love with me? Does he tell you how I held him together and let him cry his heart out after missions that go badly? Does he tell you that Paper Moon is our song because we sang it together the first night and now it’s on my picture he takes with himself on his missions?

He sure as hell didn’t tell me he hides yours in his boot, that he gets off to the idea of you despite having me by him. He wasn’t man enough to tell either of us the truth, and here I am writing to you to tell you he’s not the vulgar charming yank we thought he was.

This whole experience has me relieved there is a whole ocean and social hierarchy that won’t have us cross paths anytime soon. So sorry for ruining the image you have of Egan, fuck knows you have very little going for you, but unlike him I at least have the balls to tell you the truth.

You can have him if you want, Miss Turner, he’d be a step up from the current men you have now.

I don’t forgive infidelity, but I don’t know of you are of the same mind.

So terribly sorry for this, I have drunk enough to kill a horse to nurse my broken heart and no longer give a shit about anything.

Yours truly,

Diane Elizabeth Shelby, alias Lady Di

P.S. feel free to tell Marjorie Spencer her fiancé is a lying hypocrite who covered for Bucky this entire time.

P.P.S. if you want to be free of shackles, I know a few people on your side of the pond who can help you with that.