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𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞. | 𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞

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pairing: felix x fem!reader (afab) // chan x fem!reader (afab)

genre: nonidol/collegegrad!felix. waitress!reader. college au. hurt/comfort. angst. fluff. smut - MDNI, 18+ only. reader pov. friends to enemies to lovers au. slowburn romance. lots of pining. cheating. abusive boyfriend/ex. drama galore. the sexual tension is REAL in this one.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. very thematic elements. felix is reader's estranged childhood bestie. chan is low-key an asshole in this ngl. heavy topics are mentioned such as: abusive/toxic relationships, cheating, and pathological lying. drinking/partying. the summer vibes are real in this one. there will be humor/fluff throughout to balance everything. and ofc smut too because who am i if not a whore for filthy felix smut. 😉

word count: 3.0k

summary: ever since you were born, all you've ever known is living a simple life in the small australian coastal town of bridgeport bay. you're content with working at your parent's beachside restaurant angel waves for the rest of your life, and you're happy with your place in the world - you have good friends and an even better boyfriend. that is, until everything comes to a standstill when a familiar face from the past visits town for the summer. and in the wake of his return, lee felix upturns everything you thought you were content with here in your comforting little beach town.

a/n: damn, I'm posting this SO MUCH later than I wanted to... but school just started back a few weeks ago and I've been swamped with uni hw and working full time and balancing a social life in between. 😩 so you'll have to forgive me if updates are kindaaa slow 💀 anywho- yay, they finally made up in this chapter!! things aren't completely resolved, for obvious reasons, but we shall see how things work out very soon~ 🫣

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The entire week after the party at Jeongin’s, you absolutely threw yourself into staying busy. Whether it was helping your parents out at Angel Waves by serving during the weekend dinner rush or studying for your first big exam for your Advanced Environmental Studies class, you were always on the go.

Soon after the drama ensued between you and Chris at the party, he stopped by your place to apologize.

Well, it wasn’t so much of an apology as it was an explanation.

And a long bout of making out afterward, too.

So thankfully, things were patched up between you and your boyfriend again.

That only left the chaos that was stretched between you and Felix.

You hadn’t seen him since your big blow-up at the Ice Cream Hut. And frankly, you weren’t in the mood to see him for a long while.

At least, that’s what you told yourself most of the time.

But when you noticed his absence on the beachfront every morning since the night of the party, you felt your heartstrings pull taut in an agonizing kind of way. When you began to miss the sound of his laugh and the soothing tone of his voice, you could feel the butterflies flit around in your stomach painfully.

Just like that, the two of you had already fallen back into a routine.

But you always knew that things were bound to collapse.

The murky pasts that you shared was like the elephant in the fucking room, and it just so happened to be the night of the party that everything came to a head.

It was late one Thursday night when you found yourself drifting off to thoughts of... him once more. You had worked a full day at AW but even though you were so fucking exhausted, you still had to catch up on some homework.

So there you were sitting at your desk in your bedroom, watching one of your professors drone on about the impact of Australian coral reef bleaching. Usually, you were very interested in your studies. But lately, you could feel your resolve slipping.

You could practically feel your focus going down the drain, as your mind was taken up with thoughts and worries of Lee Felix. You were still angry at him for what he had insinuated about your boyfriend that night. But mostly, you were just sad that he hadn’t fought for you.

That he hadn’t tried everything in his power to keep you from leaving his side at the Ice Cream Hut. You were still angry about the past, too. About the feelings that he had hurt just by leaving your side that fateful day during your graduation ceremony.

Your computer screen flashed, as the lecture you were watching changed to show a table graph that related to what your professor was teaching at that moment. You could feel a headache start to bloom between your temples from how much you had been studying and how worked up you still were about everything.

Taking in a deep sigh, you resigned to giving yourself a five-minute break from studying to regroup and re-focus your mind. Soon, you found yourself outside, standing on your parent’s front porch and gulping in the fresh sea breeze.

With it being so late out, the waning crescent moon was shining high in the sky, casting a silvery, ethereal kind of glow onto the brown sand below. The high tide lapped at the shore, the deep waters of the coastline looking murky and endless to your eyes.

It was as if you were suddenly possessed by a beautiful Selkie that was hidden just in the depths of the ocean, because soon, you were pulling away from the front porch, bare toes dragging through the soft sand as you made your way towards the shoreline.

Soon, you were wading through the chilly water, wiggling your feet against the moving silt just at your heels. The sound of the biting cerulean sea dancing all around you seemed to lull an aching part in your soul. And soon, you could feel yourself irrevocably relaxing.

Almost like, the filmy ocean waters were melting away the pain that you had been carrying onto for so very long. It was lifting the heavy weight off of your shoulders, soothing your broken heart, and trying its very best to mend the tear in the pit of your soul.

“You shouldn’t be out here so late at night- it’s dangerous.”

The deep voice that resonated out quietly behind you caused your entire body to jolt awake. Spine going completely straight, you fixed your eyes on the horizon before you, gaze drifting up to the shining moon above your head.

And when you didn’t reply, the man behind you continued.

“What are you still doing up?”

You were silent for a few beats, fists clenching and unclenching at your sides as you held in your rising anger. You could already feel it boiling up inside of you from having to deal with his presence again. You continued staring out into the sea, watching the black inkiness of the ocean depths.

“I’m fine, there’s nothing to worry about.”

“I don’t think you’re-”

“Just leave me the fuck alone, okay?!” You suddenly burst out, turning around on your heels, gaze catching with his. His blonde tresses were disheveled, and the white tee he was wearing was wrinkled at the collar. He just gaped at you, with an unreadable expression on his face, lips pressed together in a single firm line and jaw ticking only slightly. “You’ve done enough already.”

Then you were walking away without another word. You didn’t have the energy or patience to deal with his bullshit any longer. Your heart was weak enough as-is. You didn’t need any more abuse towards it.

Especially from him.

You didn’t stop trekking through the warm, slick sand until you felt a firm hand wrap around your wrist, gripping on tight and keeping you from moving any further. You stopped in your tracks, breathing coming out in sharp puffs.

“Wait, Y/N, I-”

Ripping your hand out of his grasp, the blood in your veins shimmering from the way his fingers had felt against your skin - all warm and faint - you could feel the anger rising in the corners of your vision. Painting everything in red again. “I hate you, you know that?”

For a few beats, there was utter silence.

And then,

“What?”

Regard focused on your childhood house that wasn’t too far off into the distance now, your shoulders set with a rigid kind of resolve. “You heard me,” you began, voice low as death and tone cold down to the marrow. “I fucking hate you- have since years ago and-”

“You don’t mean that.”

“Yes, I do.”

“No, you don’t.”

Finally getting fed up with his blatant disregard for your feelings, you twisted around to face him again. Coming up into his space, you pressed a finger into his chest, for the moment ignoring the hard muscle you could feel there. Gazing up into his eyes with narrow eyes, you seethed out. “You don’t get to fucking abandon me and disappear out of nowhere, and then come back around here and act like you know what’s best for me. Don’t act like you know me because you don’t- we’ve both changed and you’re too much of a coward to admit that.” Your voice wasn’t raised in anger. Instead, it was deep and gravelly, throbbing with emotion.

Because although you were angry beyond belief, you were also sad out of your mind.

Then without another word, he was wrapping a few fingers around the one you were jamming into his chest, pulling it away from himself and squeezing there gently. “Every day that I was gone- I died a little bit inside. It killed me to be met with utter silence every time I needed someone to turn to. I missed you so much, I would lie awake in my bed late into the night, aching so much I could hardly fucking breathe- I’d wake up and my limbs would shake from all of the agony.” He was staring down at you, and only then did you realize how close the two of you were. Faces just a mere hairsbreadth from each other.

“Why did you do it, Felix?” You found yourself asking, voice breaking at the end of your words as the cloudiness began to form at the edges of your vision. “I needed you, you know that? I needed you so fucking much and you-”

The tears overwhelmed every part of your system after that, shaking your shoulders and making your legs wobbly. And then Felix was wrapping both arms around your waist, holding you close and pressing the side of your cheek against his warm chest.

“I know- I know,” he choked out, sounding like he was on the verge of tears as well. One of his hands rose from your hips, stroking through your strands of hair gently. “I just- couldn’t deal with the fallout of everything. Like a fool- I left without a word and stayed away. And then one day- I got in contact with Jisung again and he mentioned you and I… I lost it and I knew that it was time for me to finally come home.”

You pulled away from his chest at his words, gaping up at him with slightly parted lips. The tears blurred your vision, making him out to be a smudge against the brilliant starry sky. The moon hung low on the horizon, casting a supernatural kind of glow down onto his blonde tresses and milky skin.

“B-But why, Felix?” You needed an answer. A final and definite one. You were sick of beating around the bush, skirting around all of the issues. For years, ever since your colossal blowup, you had been wondering and obsessing over the sole reason why he had done what he had. Why he had caused everything to go to shit in just a single fucking night.

The silence lapsed between the two of you, and after a few beats, his hand was pulling away from your scalp, moving around to your face. A gentle thumb caressing underneath one of your eyes to wipe away the falling tears, he let out a quiet breath, freckled cheeks dusted with the pinkish hue of sentiment. His finger swiped against your cheek like the kiss of a butterfly wing.

“I think you already know why, angel.”

That nickname…

Angel.

The one he used to use on you ever since you were little kids.

It caused something deep inside you to stir. Something unknown and scary to break apart deep inside of your heart - dancing and leaping around in your soul and painting your mind in an effervescent light of happiness and mirth.

Because no one had ever called you that besides him.

And it had been over four years since you had heard him utter it.

Low, sultry voice wrapping around the word, the sound of it floating out of his mouth and tickling your ears delightfully.

His confession came out all whispery, just barely louder than the waves lapping at your feet. They were meant for your ears only, and at that exact moment, you understood everything.

Lee Felix peered down at you like you were his whole world.

His everything,

And so much more.

And he had been the same thing for you, for so very long.

But then Chris stepped into your life and turned your entire world on its axis.

“You really hate him that much, then?”

“I wouldn’t choose him for you if he was the last man on earth.”

“He’s not that bad, Felix.”

“Hell- I’d rather you date Jisung instead!”

Your eyes widened as you stared up at him, the corners of the night sky starting to become clear again as the tears staved off rather slowly. “You seriously can’t mean that.” Although Jisung had been both of your friends since elementary school, the man was notorious for being horrible with the ladies. He couldn’t charm the pants off of a woman if his life depended on it.

But he was one hell of a good guy and the most loyal person you'd ever met. In your mind, he had always taken a close second place next to Felix.

And when Felix moved away and left you in utter silence…

Well, Jisung was there to help you pick up the pieces.

And Chris, too.

But he was your boyfriend.

And boyfriends were much different than best friends.

Felix reached forward, tucking a loose strand of your wild, windswept hair behind one of your ears. “I just think- he’s not the right guy for you, that’s all,” he canted his head to the side in a quizzical way, trying to find the right words that were jumbled up in his mind. “I never liked him, even before the two of you started dating in high school.”

You raised an eyebrow his way, mind buzzing with millions of questions. Ones that had been left unanswered since you were a young seventeen-year-old girl. “What is it about him that irks you so much?”

He shrugged slowly, the hand clutching on a little tighter to your hip, the other fingers going back to card through your hair. “Honestly, it’s hard to pinpoint… he just, rubs me in all of the wrong ways.”

“And do you think every man that dates me will rub you the wrong way?” You asked, playfully shoving at his chest and putting a minuscule amount of distance between the two of you. The moon was out, and with it being so late at night, the breeze was cool against your skin, forcing shivers to course up your spine.

“Yeah, I think so,” he shot you a devilish grin, the kind that spread across his mouth and brightened up his entire face. But then suddenly, his eyes were darkening and his smile was turning into the serious press of a frown. “You’re too perfect to give up to some cunt of a man- I want to see you with someone much better than him. Someone more… competent.”

Poking a finger into the hidden dimple at his cheek, you laughed heartily at the remark. “Well, that’s never gonna happen because no man is 'competent.' They’re all assholes, except some aren’t as bad of ones.”

Just then he was leaning into your space again, breathing in your scent with a wicked smirk slashing against his lips. “And where do I stand on the totem pole of assholes, huh? Am I the lowest of lows or middle ground?”

Your eyes trailed up to the sky above, searching the stars for an answer. “Hmm- I’d say…” You let yourself drawl on, focus coming back onto him, and his face that was illuminated in the deep twilight. Blonde locks messy from the beach breeze at your side and pearly white teeth showing against a pretty pink mouth. Fuck- that mouth. Why had you never noticed it before? It was so perfect - shaped like a springtime rosebud, red and rosy and so fucking kissable and… Wait. Why were you thinking about his lips? “I- uh, I’d say-” You found yourself stuttering over your words in the next beat, breath catching painfully in your chest as you tried to rip your eyes away from those lips.

“It’s alright, I get it. Such an extraordinary man like me is hard to pinpoint.” Those lips ticked up higher into that familiar smirk of his, forcing your heart to skip over itself about a million times in just under a single minute. “Don’t worry, I won’t hold the judging against you.”

That seemed to break the trance that you were in, and soon, your regard was traveling up his face again, past his regal nose and sharp cheekbones, and locking onto his eyes. He stared down at you with those imploringly. They were dark against the night atmosphere, swimming like the swarthy oceans below, with a myriad of colors and feelings. Dark brows suddenly crumpled together, and it looked like he was about to say something in that halted moment. In that tender, delicate space that had suddenly formed between you.

“I need to get back inside. It’s getting late and I still have to finish studying.” You finally said, breaking through the bated silence that had fallen between the two of you in the last few moments.

Felix nodded once, but he didn’t seem all that committed to the idea. Almost like, it killed him to leave that space with you. To abandon that tightrope that the two of you were balancing on just then.

“Yeah, I’m pretty beat myself.” He said, rubbing a nervous hand at the back of his neck.

Backing up slowly, you started to float towards your parent's house once more. As you neared the front porch steps, you heard the rustling of fabric behind you and turned to see Felix had followed you to the house.

He shrugged, once, gaze leaving your form and traveling over to his own parent's house just down the way. “Figured it’d be safest to see you to the door.”

Rolling your eyes at him in annoyance, you took the first two steps up to the front door. You could feel his eyes on you, stare burning two searing holes into your skin with each small movement that you took. Growing further and further away from him.

“See ya tomorrow, bright and early?” His voice carried out between the distance around you, serenading your ears and dancing in the depths of your soul.

You didn’t even spare him a full glance, just tilted your head to the side and offered him a crooked smile. “We’ll see…” You let your words trail off into the misty night, the high clouds above carrying them up and off into the watery distance of the shoreline. Then, you were slinking across the threshold of your house and closing the door behind you with a soft click.

To be continued...

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moonlight-sonata99 · 1 year

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Hiii! I apologize in advance for the rambling and the chaos that is this request LOL

Can I please request a soulmate au!Namor x fem!human!reader where she’s very clumsy, jumpy/gets startled easily, but also really bubbly, and she’s traveling on vacation, and she’s on walking around on the beach when she trips over her own feet, and kinda tumbles down a hill, happening to fall into Namor’s cave (Lol I’m telling that I would be this clumsy ☠️, also tell me why I imagined the Princess Bride scene when she falls down the hill lol, I’m sorry for the chaos…) She lands sitting up, legs sprawled out, hair in front of her face, all right in front of Namor, like literally in front of him, at his feet, and screams at the top of her lungs 🤣☠️ He’s looking down at her in disbelief (but also anger because she’s a surface dweller in his home), she’s looking up at him with a mix of fear and embarrassment, trying to stutter out an excuse while also trying to piece together how this man is clearly not human… And she also feels drawn to him. All the while Namor pieces together why he didn’t immediately act on this trespasser, and also feels drawn to her. This cute, chaotic little human is his soulmate 🥰 Their strong connection only grows and grows, he asks her to stay (not that she ever wanted to leave) be his Queen (he makes her be able to age slow like him, and also breathe underwater), and he’s also really protective of her and super soft with her, she’s his little Angel (also she makes him laugh a lot)🥺🥺

Hi!! Sorry this took awhile but here it is!! thank you for being my first request it means so much to me!!! i-i kinda got carried away but i hoped i did well:]

The Girl

Namor x Female!Reader!

The soft winds blew and the waves crashed against the sand. Everything was as it should be, For now at least. The girl who sat on the sand hoped, gazing at the water that captured her attention with every move.

‘I'm so glad to have gotten that time off...’ she thought closing her eyes. she stood up and began to walk on the soft sand and her eyes drifted to the empty beach.

‘Also lucky to have all to myself it seems!” she chuckled and walked further admiring the view.

With time she stumbled into a small save with a small opening. She was filled curiosity, a something drew her to it. It was odd,

Before she could even think, her body felt heavy.And she fell into the hole and the girl screamed into the darkness as she flailed helplessly in the air.

She could not think as only fear occupied her mind. Then her back hit the rough floor and she groaned.

“Urgh..” rubbing her shoulder she looked around, She was in a cave illuminated by a blue glow. ad the rocks were a beautiful color. One she could not described. She was never good at describing things. If she were to tell her friends or family about this, lets just say she would never do it justice.

“At least I'm not dead..” She mumbled in pain as she slowly lifted herself up.

At first her groans went unnoticed by the man who had his attention solely on his art, He slowly guided the brush against the wall. He thought of nothing. Taking the brush away from the wall he stood back to examine it. As he stood there the groan reached his ears and he turned his head quickly. He made his way out of the small hut. His gaze landed on the girl who was stretching and rubbing the small scratches she had sustained. She had her back towards him and didn't notice his presence.

“Who are you?!” He asked his voice stern and the girl turned around quickly jumping from the sudden scare.

“Oh- you scared me!” she exclaimed looking at the man who stood before her. He had cloth around his body that hung loosely. And she noted the supposed gold that adorned his shoulders. But most importantly she stared at his ears and ankles. His ears were pointed up like a elf. His ankle had a wing.

The man noticed that she was staring and began once more,

“I'm not asking you again, Who.are.you.” his voice was more stern by the second. and the fear began to well in her chest.

“i-i uh....” she mumbled before telling him her name. The man before her still looked serious, his gaze deadly. If looks could kill she thought. i would be dead now i think.

“How did you get here?” he asked again, His accent revealing itself.

The girl fumbled as she lifted her hand slowly to show she meant no harm. Upon seeing that he didn't react harshly she lifted her hand to the hole on the top of the cave.

“i fell from up there..” she explained looking at the hole and there man looked up to the hole, examining it. the girl thought.

“can i have your name?” she asked twiddling her fingers and the man shifted his gaze back to her. “i've never seen anyone like you if i am honest” she admitted,

and handsome, she added only in thought of course. the only continued to examined her. For what reason? the girl thought,but she didn't dare to ask judging from his reaction.

“What are you?” he asked suddenly ignoring her previous questions.

“what am i..?” she repeated as the man in front of her nodded already seeming to let loose.

“Im just a traveler, im traveling for my vacation.” she explained, The man seemed to loosen up alot after that.

“A traveler?” he repeated and the girl nodded,

“yes, im taking a break from my job so i came here.” she explained.

“The man in front of her smiled loosely,

“I see, sorry if i scared you. As you can see this is where i spend my time privately” he explained gesturing inside the house where the murals stood. The girl followed his hands to it.

“Ah..!how pretty” she exclaimed with a small smile on her face. “But..if i can ask how exactly do you get out and in...?” she asked looking around.

The man in front of her only chuckled and looked away,

“Come let me show you.”

Time passed at the two somehow grew close, The man introduced himself as namor, The king of Talokan. To the girl surprise at the time it was added to the list of amazing things about him. She wondered about her life before, Whether she should return. (She didn't really want to)

Its was not like she had anyone up there to return to. All she had was her work, which..she was most likely to be fired from by now as her vacation had long ended.

She sighed into the air as she waited. Namor had gone to attend to his people as he usually did. it was a routine that she unconsciously fallen into. He would leave for hours and she would wait here for him. However there had been a thought that had plagued her for a while now.

‘Was there someway to join them?’ she thought,Namor had told her stories in intricate detail about how his people lived, how they would pluck their versions of seafruits off of long vined with big leaves, How he had brought the sun to his people, How it ascended and fill the place with light. The girl had tried hard to imagine it. But a last they were only images in her brain and she had longed to se it in person.

Despite her longing to see Talokan, She had also hoped to stay with man who ruled over it. This time they spent together was already the time she would cherish when he was gone, was it to early to say she loved him..? maybe. But she did know she didn't want to be apart from him. Not now not ever.

As if he had heard her thoughts the sound of water splashing reached her ears, and she turned to look at the source,

“Namor!” she said with a smiling sitting up and running to him, The King smiled back at her making his way out of the pool.

“How was it?” she asked him as they both sat on chairs and she leaned on the table sitting across from him. Namors brown eyes met hers and he began to speak.

“It is the usual” He replied, as he always did. But still The girl listened to him as he explained the simple troubles his people faced, His face seemed to beam when he did talk about his people. It was admirable she thought. As he continued about a quarrel between a child and his sister. How they fought over a ball they had gotten from their parents. a chuckle left the girls lips thinking of the faces small children make when they were mad.

He continued, and she listened.

After a while, he stopped and stood up to look at his murals. This was something The girl had not asked about, she forgot where she heard it, But it was something along the lines that artist (Not all) are somewhat shy when people showed their work. Though the question lingered on the tip of her tongue every time she spoke to him.

She never asked.

Today though, she stood up and walked besides him. They both admired the murals in silence. until...

“Which one is this one about..?” she asked the tip of her fingers grazing among the painted wall. It was smooth and felt like all the other walls she touch in her life. But unlike the others this one was painted like no other.

Namor, shifted his gaze to where the girl laid.

It was was one of a man who fought a black feline, at least that what it seemed like to you.

“ Do you remember the fight with the black panther i told you about?” he asked and you nodded recalling the story. “ I painted this shortly after” he said also placing a hand next to the girls

“It beautiful,” she breathed out looking at it, Their fight would forever adorn these walls, twenty-years...fifty-years...sixty...and so on. They would last even me, The girl thought. And a feeling of anxiety rushed over her.

In years to come he would be sitting here, Alone. As he did before” she thought

With another breath the girl turned towards namor,

“That story you told me, The one of your mother” she said and namor turned his gaze back to her.

“Yes?” he asked his brown-eyes filled with curiosity.

“That plant..” she said, trailing off struggling to get the words out.

‘what if he said no?’

‘what if-’ she cut her thoughts off by shaking her head.

“That plant you said they took..can i have it?” she blurted out. Namor eyes widened clearly taken aback by her question,

“What do you mean?” he asked, before she answered he seemed to piece the puzzles together.

“You want to turn..” he thought for a moment

and the girl thought, some reason...She expected to be bombarded with questions. But she remembered the time they spent together, The laughs. everything.

“ I planned on asking you.” he said as if he had heard her thoughts.

“I just wanted to see if you ever would ask.” he said with a grin, as the girl smiled “Really? huh..guess i beat you to it then” she said smiling as namor chuckled. and looked into her eyes with a serious look,

“Im only asking this once..”. he said his voice low now, “do you tr-”

“Yes” she cut him off, “i’ve thought about it already, so..yes.”

A small smile formed on his lips, “Alright, “

‘One more thing...” she said and held his arm. “I want to thank you, Really. you could have killed me when you first saw me but..you didn't.” She explained looking into his eyes. “Thanks!” she said again with a smile The king smiled back at her.

“It was weird.” he admitted looking away and walking out of the hut and to the small pools of water,

“I felt..an..” he trailed off deciding what to say next. He looked back to the girl and shook his head smiling.

“I want you to stay.” he admitted and gestured to the girl to come closer. SHe did just that and felt the water on her feet.

“ i want to ask you one more thing” He said with a new found intensity which the girl noticed as he looked at her.

“ for exchange for turning you, I want you to be the Queen.” he stated looking at the girl as her eyes widened, Though flustered mostly she was happy. With a newfound confidence she nodded, Namor smiled and placed a hand on her cheek and kissing her softly.

So many things happening at once, the girls heart raced thinking about what happened and how quickly it was happening.

soon after Namor left again to get the flower and arrived shortly after. As he placed the glowing gel from the plant onto a small bowl, the girls heart raced in excitement. She watched as Namor took the bowl and laid her down on the floor where he had laid out a small blanket,

“Okay, You may fall asleep after so just close your eyes” he instructed as he laid the girl down into the blanket as she nodded and the man lifted the bowl to her lips and what was once glowing gel was now reduced to liquid slowly made her way inside her mouth and she swallowed it.

It was dark for her after that. The girl slept for a while, and then her eyes opened and she gasped while sitting up. Namor who waited patiently besides her held her shoulders.

“Breath...Breathe...” he whispered as the girl tried her best to calm, Namor helped her up and walked back towards the water. Now calm, The girl stood besides Namor as they both stared at the water,

“Are you ready?” he asked taking her hand in his as she turned to look at him.

‘Im ready.” she whispered, He gave her a small smile and looked back

‘Let's go then.” he stated jumping in first and disappearing in the water, He was waiting for her.

The girl stood at the edge of the pool, She breathed and closed her eyes. She thought of Talokan and all its beautiful wonders, The sun rising from out of the Namor temple. The people who plucked their fruits and foods swimming though the water. With one last breath, the girl placed a foot in the water.

The cool water surrounded it,

She removed her foot and stumbled back. She ran and jumped in the air feeling its last remnant's in those few seconds.

Then she landed into the water,

Into its beautiful blue world.

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𓃮 Even the Sun Influences the Tide: Chapter Nine

Even the Sun Influences the Tide: After the death of your foster brother, King T’Challa, you had spent much of your year of mourning in isolation. When your mother gathers you and your sister to end your mourning period, you encounter the newest threat to Wakanda: Namor. You don’t know what to think of Namor, but you do know one thing: he probably shouldn’t be making trips to see you at your beach hut.

Warnings: Dubious Ceremonies (I’ll Give You One Guess).

To Note: Namor/K’uk’ulkan x Fem!Reader, I Tried To Make The Yucatec Maya & Xhosa Translations/Traditions As Accurate As I Can Get.

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“Níib óolal (Thank you), Namora,” At K’uk’ulkan voice, your gaze snapped to where he was standing. You weren’t the only one who had a wardrobe change. K’uk’ulkan was now wearing all white, like you. Simple. Respectful. “Je'el u páajtal u p'atik k (You can leave us).” Even as he continued to speak to Namora, his eyes did not once stray from you, soaking in your appearance. You were the only one he saw. K’uk’ulkan had seen many beautiful women in his five hundred years of life. All dressed in similar garb which you wore, decorated with traditional Mayan jade and vibranium piercings… but none of them looked as heaven sent as you. He was sure that out of all 13 layers of heaven, you descended from the highest level.

“Do I look weird?” You whispered in worry, shifting in place and grasping at the skirt of your dress. K’uk’ulkan slowly strode towards you as Namora bowed and left, leaving you with K’uk’ulkan and the older Talokanil. Approaching you, he stared down at you with blazing desire that oozed from his pores. A desire that you were still half blind to.

“Kin wilik jump'éel pixamech ti' tu táan Jaajal tin (I see an angel before me). ” He murmured, itching to sweep you into his arms and kiss you in fervent passion until he was drunk on your lips. Even then it would never be enough for the god. You blinked at him and your forehead scrunched. With a chuckle, K’uk’ulkan smiled at you. “You looked beautiful, Y/N.”

“Oh,” You commented, feeling a rush of heat blooming on your cheeks. Why were you acting like he was your school girl crush!? The man literally had his tongue down your throat not even three hours ago! And you certainly weren’t opposed!! “Thank you.” You cleared your throat. “So, I don’t know what I am supposed to do.”

“I have brought one of the Talokanil Elders, a shaman, to oversee the ceremony. It will be in my native tongue, I’m afraid, but you do not need to worry. I will tell you what you need to do when the time comes.” You nodded at him before looking at the table. There were so many things, varying from fruit and flowers, to pottery, intricate cloth, seeds, and more jade jewelry. “Offerings from our people, In k'iino’ (My sun). The seeds and petals we will offer to the sea when the ceremony is done.”

“That’s kind of them,” You said, glancing down in slight shame. You had nothing. “I have nothing to offer.” K’uk’ulkan gaze intensified, nearly drawing out a physical manifestation of what he was feeling for you in that moment.

“You are offering yourself, Y/N, that is more than any Surface Dweller has offered since our migration to the seas.” With those gentle words, K’uk’ulkan gestured to the alter. You tentatively stepped forwards, your eyes scanning the meticulous set up and for the last time, wondering if you really should be doing this. You knew nothing about what was about to be done. It was too late to back out now, both your and K’uk’ulkan’s people needed this. Your feet reached the edge of the alter and you paused, staring down at circle of grain encompassing the alter.

“I will not force you into doing something you do not wish for, Y/N,” K’uk’ulkan spoke, holding out his hand while giving you one last chance to change your mind. Not that it would change his desire for you. Staring at his hand, you took a deep breath and thought it over one last time. For once in your life, you wanted to have a purpose to your country, to your home. This was it. You didn’t want them to fight. You didn’t want war. You didn’t want K’uk’ulkan to be your enemy.

“For once in my life, I’m making my own decision.” You told him, reaching for his offered hand and placing your hand in his. “If I can stop bloodshed by offering myself, then I will.” Your hand, your fingers, were so small compared to his, but he held your hand with such gentleness as you lifted the hem of your dress and stepped your red painted foot onto the alter. Taking a standing position in front of the elder Talokanil, you looked between K’uk’ulkan and the elder as few short sentences were spoken.

“We are to be kneeling now,” K’uk’ulkan told you, helping you to get down on your knees without tripping over the skirt of your dress. Sitting back on your shins, you held your hands in your lap and watched as the shaman began speaking in rapid tongue. He made gestures to each of the four points on the alter, waving about more incense and shaking different objects around. While he was doing so, you tried to keep your anxiety in control but your left hand wouldn’t stop trembling against your right. K’uk’ulkan, without even glancing down at your nervous tick, reached over and placed his hand over yours, wrapping his fingers around your shaking ones.

Soothing warmth radiated from his touch and you returned his grip, grateful to have something to ground yourself to. The more the shaman spoke, the closer you listened, to more entranced by the beauty of the language you became. You couldn’t help but peer closer at the bowl of… something, that the shaman held up. He spoke a few more words before offering it to K’uk’ulkan who took it with a bow of his head and took a sip from it. The he handed it to you, and you started sweating.

“It is balché, In k'iino’ (My sun),” He told you as you held the bowl in front of you with wide eyes. The liquid was an orange color, reminding you of a tea. “You only need to take a sip.”

Only a sip, you could do that. Raising to your lips, you took a meager sip of the liquid. Sweet ancestors this was alcoholic! You coughed a little as it went down your throat and warmed your cheeks. The shaman held out his hands and you passed the bowl over, trying not to continually cough. At least the shaman looked pleased you had drunk it. He spoke some more and reached for yellow and white flowers.

“This is the exchanging of flowers, the yellow represents the sun, and the white symbolizes the moon,” K’uk’ulkan murmured in your ear as the shaman offered you the two flowers to take, you took them and twisted them between your fingers. K’uk’ulkan continued to speak as he slipped the flowers behind your ear. “The Sun god is Kinich Ahau and the Moon goddess Ixchel.”

Looking down at the flowers you held, your lips twitched in concentration.

“Where should I put these?” This time K’uk’ulkan could not help the smirk.

“Wherever you may please, In k'iino’ (My sun),” He told you with a curvaceous smile. You just about shriveled in place at his smirk and the intensity in his eyes. Ancestors this man was lethal. You decided that they would look just as nice behind his ear, so you reached over and placed them there, neatly tucking them against his brown skin with a smile. Your fingers itched to stroke his pointed ears, to trail along their curve… you resisted yourself but K’uk’ulkan could see the desire within your eyes.

“What’s next?” You questioned, retracting your hands to your lap so you didn’t accidentally (or compulsively) touch his ears. Those ears you had been staring at twitched and the shaman spoke once more. K’uk’ulkan cocked his head to the side.

“One more exchange, and then he will tie ours hands and feet together and we speak our vows.”

“I don’t know how to speak Yucatec Maya,” You panicked, your eyes instantly filling with panic.

“You only need to say yes, je'el, or no, ma’. Assuming that you are willing to proceed, I believe yes will be your answer.” K’uk’ulkan spoke to you soothingly before being handed a beautifully carved box. He set it down between you and looking at it, your eyes followed along the carved Mayan symbols until he opened it to reveal two very intricate jade necklaces.

“Please don’t tell me I am going to owe you even more after this,” You whispered as K’uk’ulkan reached for the more delicate of the two necklaces.

“You already wear my mothers bracelet around your wrist, Y/N,” K’uk’ulkan spoke, unhooking the clasp. You glanced down to the lone piece of jewelry you had been allowed to wear, his mothers bracelet. “Now I wish to complete the set, or do you wish to refuse this gift?”

“You aren’t playing fair, K’uk’ulkan,” You snipped under your breath as he slowly clipped the intricate and delicate jade necklace around your neck, draping down in a curtain to brush against the skin of your chest. The cool beads touched your skin and started soothing your nerves. You received a playful grin from him.

“With you I shall never play fair, In k'iino’ (My sun). For you are a temptress that will lead me astray should you wish it.” That made you chuckle. You? A temptress capable of swaying someone as powerful as a god? Doubtful.

“I doubt that, K’uk’ulkan.” His eyebrow twitched and his fingers lingered near your chin, brushing along your jaw.

“Even the sun influences the tide,” K’uk’ulkan told you, reluctantly withdrawing his fingers. You didn’t understand what he meant by that and reached for the masculine jade necklace. Holding it up, you appreciated the design of the beads and how carefully crafted the jade was.

“This looks heavy,” You commented before stretching over to him and hooking it around his neck, letting the beautiful green jade rest where he usually wore his tribal necklace. “Are you sure I’m not shackling you to me?” Amusement flared within K’uk’ulkan eyes. You weren’t too far off the path with your words.

“If that is what you want, In reina.” You eyed him scrupulously, picking up on his teasing tone.

“I really should learn to speak Yucatec Maya, shouldn’t I…”

“It would be my ultimate pleasure to teach you.” K’uk’ulkan countered as the shaman who had been observing you the entire time, brought out red string. K’uk’ulkan held his hand out to you. “This is the last part, we need to stand for it. The shaman will bind our hands and feet together.” You were helped to your feet, K’uk’ulkan carefully holding the skirts of your dress so you didn’t trip. Then he held your hands firmly in his as the shaman wrapped the red string around your joined hands. When he bent down to tie the string around your and K’uk’ulkan’s ankles, you wobbled slightly.

“If I fall I am taking you down with me,” You told him frankly, your head leaning into his chest. You could feel his soft rumbling chuckle, and looked up into his face once more. How could anyone be that beautiful?

“In what world would I ever let you fall?” He reassured you with his blinding smile. Your heart skipped a beat and you found yourself entranced in his gaze. You vaguely heard the shaman speaking, and then registered that K’uk’ulkan has said je’el. Blinking yourself from your trance, you looked to the shaman who asked you a question. Your eyes went back to K’uk’ulkan and for a moment you found that you couldn’t speak. Had anyone ever stared into your eyes like he was? With such intensity that you felt like you had been left out in the Saharan desert to melt. His eyebrow rose ever so slightly, and you remembered you were supposed to say either yes or no. Your lips parted.

“Je’el,” You uttered, watching as K’uk’ulkan’s eyes nearly started glowing like chocolate embers. A shiver went down your spine and you could have sworn you felt something rushing through your veins, but you couldn’t break your gaze away from his. Lost in your trance and consumed by the look in his eyes, you were caught off guard when the triumphant sound of a conch being blown reached your ears and rattled your body. You jerked in place and lurched against K’uk’ulkan in surprise as the sound traveled around you, echoing through the caves and spreading outwards like a rippling wave. Deep within you, you felt like that was a signal for all to hear.

More words were exchanged between K’uk’ulkan and the shaman, but your mind was focused on the sound of the steady beat of K’uk’ulkan’s heart and the sound of your own breathing. Receding footsteps of the shaman leaving you and K’uk’ulkan alone, met your ears. A hand slipped across your cheek and pulled your face up.

“It is over, Y/N.” He gently told you, caressing your jaw lovingly. “You don’t need to stand so stiffly.” You then realized that your hands and feet were no longer bound.

“That’s good,” You murmured more to yourself than him. “That’s good… I don’t like fighting, I don’t like war. I— I don’t like it when people get hurt. It’s taken so much from me.”

“I know, In reina, I know,” K’uk’ulkan soothed, unable to stop himself from running his fingers across your cheek once more. “Shall we offer the seeds and petals now? Once we do that I can get you something to eat, you must be hungry.” You blinked and frowned, now that you thought about it, it had been a while since you last ate. You never did get around to fixing your dinner.

“Okay,” You agreed before shivering as your painted flesh prickled once more. Before you even noticed that he noticed, K’uk’ulkan had the white cloak he always kept perched on his shoulder, wrapped around your shoulders. It was warm, already having been heated by his skin. Looking down at the stitching, your fingers trailed along the hem line of it in appreciation. “How old is this?” You questioned, looking back up to K’uk’ulkan. He smirked.

“If I told you, you would refuse to wear it.” K’uk’ulkan told you, delighted by the pinch in your eyes as you fought against scowling at him. “Come,” He continued, placing a hand on your back and picking up the bowl of seeds and petals. “It is time we make our offerings.”

Date Published: 4/30/23

Last Edit: 4/28/23

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No Other Love - Chapter 3: Mad Woman

The islanders head for a night out at 'the movies' where secrets are revealed.

🎵 Song 🎵: Mad Woman

Every time you call me crazy I get more crazy What about that? And when you say I seem angry I get more angry

Thank you to my angel bb @katsie who spoils me with her editing skills and who I love so much and don't deserve. She also added like a full page to this so this was basically cowritten by Kat.

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Gemma was suffocating under the pressure of it all and she couldn’t breathe. She awoke to find herself tangled under Nicolas’ heavy limbs, his leg splayed on top of hers and his arm draped heavily over her chest, preventing her from taking anything but small shallow breaths. She tried twisting her body underneath him but it only made him stir and move closer to her, holding her tighter than before.

This is impossible. I need to wake him up or I’ll suffocate to death.

“Nic,” she whispered.

“Mmm…” he groaned.

“Nic, I can’t breathe,” she gasped.

He opened his eyes slowly and smiled, gently lifting his leg and arm off of her.

“I’m sorry about that, beautiful.”

She suppressed an annoyed groan. Why did he have to keep calling her that? Suresh had always called her that. It was his thing, and Nic doing it made her uncomfortable.

“It’s okay. I just wanted an earlier start to the day,” she said, stretching as she got up. “But you sleep in.” She noticed Suresh wasn’t in bed and she couldn’t stop herself from wondering where he’d gone. She immediately pushed the thought from her mind.

He’s with Lulu now, she reminded herself and quickly headed for the dressing room to clear her head.

She could hear the other islanders finally getting up as she finished getting ready, and listened as some of them called dibs on the showers, others headed out to the gym, while the sensible ones announced they were getting breakfast. Her heart skipped a little when her phone pinged, and she listened to see if anyone had heard. Then she was filled with a sense of dread as she realized the text she received was specifically for her, it was production asking her to head to the beach hut for an interview. Oh god, this isn’t going to be fun, she thought as she reached for the door knob. Before she had a chance to even reach it, it flew open and she stumbled back. A pair of hands grabbed her arms, keeping her from falling. She stared up at Suresh with wide eyes, and he smiled down at her.

“You ok, G?” It was like an unspoken electric charge passed between them, drawing them closer to one another.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” she said, straightening herself out and taking a small step back, out of his grip.

“Don’t apologize.” His hand twitched at his side as he dropped it. He wanted to touch her face but didn’t know if it would be a good idea or not. As if his hand made up his mind for him, his palm reached for her cheek, taking a strand of hair that had escaped her messy bun and tucked it behind her ear. Gemma took a shaky breath, frozen to the ground, unsure of what to do or say. Words were lost to her at this moment, stuck in the lump in her throat. She smiled up at him and right as she was going to say something they heard someone walking down the hall, towards them. His hand left her cheek, leaving it cold in his absence.

They both turned to see Nicolas walking towards them. Suresh sighed, clearly annoyed to see him.

“I’ll catch you later, Gem,” he said as he walked away, stealing one final glance at her.

Nicolas walked up to her smiling, holding out his phone. “Hey Gem, did you get a text to come to the beach hut, too? Nicolas asked with a big grin. “I think we’re doing a couples interview.”

“Yeah…I did,” she said. “Let’s head inside.” As he closed the door behind them, Gemma briefly touched her cheek.

Following their uneventful beach hut interview that took up most of the morning, Gemma found herself on the daybeds with Nicolas’ head in her lap as he told her different stories that she’d inadvertently stopped paying attention to. She added in the occasional “umms” and “ahhs”, laughed when it seemed he was getting ready for a punchline, but she was too distracted to focus. She was absentmindedly playing with his hair when she saw Suresh pulling Lulu for a chat on the bean bags. Until then she hadn’t noticed that they were the only two not spending the day together. Suresh looked awkward, like he was having a hard time saying what he needed to say. Lulu sipped on her water bottle and nodded sadly. She said something with a crease in her brow, but Gemma couldn’t hear any of their conversation from where she sat, and it wasn’t like she could read their lips either.

Are they breaking up? she wondered as she continued to weave her fingers through Nicolas’s hair. This looks like a breakup chat.

At that moment, Suresh got up and hugged Lulu.

That was definitely a break up chat.

Suresh glanced around and Gemma’s chest tightened when they locked eyes. He took a deep breath before making his way over. Her hands started to sweat.

He’s coming to talk to me. He’s coming to talk to me. He’s actually coming to talk to me.

Her heart was hammering against her ribs and she was certain they were being bruised. She couldn’t breathe, her hands stilling in Nic’s hair. He didn’t notice.

She couldn’t help notice that Suresh looked anxious. Why was he anxious?

You’ve got this, Gemma, she told herself as she tried to calm her own nerves.

*TEXT PING*

Alfie and Meera were in the kitchen when he shouted, “Hey! I’ve got a text!”

Suresh sighed, but changed course and walked over to the kitchen with the other islanders coming up behind him.

Alfie made a show of clearing his throat before he read out the text as dramatically as he could, “Islanders, it’s time to get glammed up and hit the red carpet as you attend Mad Movies the premiere! #SpillThePopcorn #ITV2andChill.”

“Mad Movies? So the movies are about us?” Nicolas asked.

“It seems to be that way,” Alfie said, then continued reading the instructions. “This will be a boys vs girls challenge. Each team will sit on opposite sides answering questions. Whoever gets the question right, or closest to the correct answer, will get to choose which movie they want to watch.”

“Oh…” Nicolas suddenly looked nervous.

“You look a little green there, Nic. You have any secrets you don’t want shared?” Kat teased.

“What? No!” Nic answered, his voice a note too high. “I’m totally fine.” He smiled at Gemma, but she could sense something was wrong. He was hiding something.

“Should we go get glammed up then girls?” Lulu asked.

“Yes, let’s go!” Gabi trilled.

After finishing up their looks, the girls made their way outside and gawked at the yard, which had been completely transformed in a matter of hours. In the middle of the lawn were two long tables lined up with popcorn, snacks and drinks. A row of chairs were lined up one side, facing a large theater-sized screen that read ‘WELCOME TO MAD MOVIES’.

“Oh my god girls! Look, that table is for us, I cannot wait to see what hot goss we’re going to uncover!” Kat laughed.

“Be careful what you wish for, Kat. You and Finn both have movies up there,” Dana cautioned.

Kat leered at her, flipped her hair and proceeded to ignore her. “Obviously Finn’s been a good boy but if we girls win the first point, that’s definitely the movie we’re watching first. No ifs, ands or buts about it.”

Gabi rolled her eyes and said, “I’m glad we’re all being team players here.”

*TEXT PING*

Gemma looked down at her phone and read out the first trivia question, “On average, roughly how many acts of sexual intercourse happen around the world every day?”

She could hear the boys murmuring but focused on what the girls were saying.

“OK, there’s eight billion people in the world,” Lulu whispered. We have to factor in babies, kids and super old people. None of them are having sex.”

“And the text says everyday, too,” Gemma added. “The number can’t be that high.”

She could hear Nicolas suggest two billion and the boys agreeing.

“So what are we thinking, like 80 million?” Dana asked.

“Yes! Let’s go with that,” Gabi whispered.

Gemma wrote in their answer and a few seconds later they received a text alerting them the girls won.

“Yes! Girls win, the answer is 100 million and we get to choose the first movie,” Gemma said excitedly.

The screen suddenly updated and listed the ‘coming attractions’.

The Sure-shank Redemption

The Disaster Artist

Good Finn Hunting

The Fast & The Furious

“Girls, we obviously want to start with Good Finn Hunting, right?” Kat asked annoyingly.

“Ugh just let her have it,” Meera said. “If we don’t give her the movie now, she’ll be whining about it all night.”

The girls looked at Meera surprised and a few chuckled.

“Personally I want to see The Sure-shank Redemption,” Gabi said and pointedly looked at Gemma. “See what kind of mess Suresh has been getting into behind our backs.”

“We don’t have time for this…We pick ‘Good Finn Hunting’,” Gemma conceded.

The screen came to life with Finn and a busty brunette chatting in bed at Casa Amor. She was wearing skimpy lingerie and eyed him seductively.

“Do you know who you’re sharing a bed with tonight?” she asked.

He smirked at her and played with her hair.

“Well I couldn’t possibly kick you out of my bed when you look this good in it,” Finn teased.

She inched closer to him wrapping herself around him and the clip cut to another scene.

Finn and Eddie were whispering in what still looked to be Casa Amor.

“So where’s your head at?” Eddie looked at Finn with a worried look on his face.

Finn ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “Mate, I don’t know. Don’t get me wrong, Kat’s a great girl and all, but her kissing Alfie? That changed everything for me. She’s so immature, how can I possibly trust her? And then there’s Millie and Gemma, who I think are way more my type.”

“Would you ever recouple with either of them?”

“Honestly…Yes. Millie might be a little high maintenance for me and bringing her back from Casa Amor might prove challenging, but Gemma? She’s special. There’s something about her that I just can’t put my finger on. She’s stunning, obviously, but it’s more than that, isn’t it?”

Kat looked at Gemma and Finn with fire in her eyes.

“So I’m not your type then, Finn? You want Gemma now?” She said Gemma’s name as if it were sour and having it in her mouth disgusted her. “And who the fuck is Millie? Was it that bitch you spent the night with, while I slept alone every night?”

“Kat, I was just mad about the kiss before Casa,” Finn said as he shifted awkwardly. “It didn’t mean anything.” He stole a glance at Gemma, then quickly looked down at the beer in front of him.

“I won’t sit around and be made a mug of, Finn,” she hissed, crossing her arms over her chest. “You better come and speak to me immediately after this is done.”

*TEXT PING*

“Come on guys, it’s all good, let’s move on to the next one,” Alfie said, trying to break the tension. “Let me read the next question.” He took a deep breath. “What precentage of people use their smartphones during sex?”

“Ok girls, we need to get this one. The last movie was savage and now I'm scared to see what footage they have on us,” Gabi said.

“It’s got to be high, people film it or watch porn on their smartphones,” Dana said.

“Ok, so what are we thinking, like 50%?” Meera asked.

There was a mixture of ‘yeahs’, so Meera sent in their response.

*TEXT PING*

“Answer is 20%. Boys win!” Alfie cheered.

Once more the screen came to life with a curtain closing on the boys’ coming attractions, now listing the girls’.

There’s Something about Meera

The Ex Files

The Truth About Kats & Dogs

She’s Just Not That Into You

LuLu Land

The Wedding Planner

“Finn, you want to see Kat’s?” Alfie offered.

“Actually, yes,” Finn said. “If you boys don’t mind.”

“I’d much rather watch The Ex Files,” Suresh said, eyeing Gemma.

“Let’s do that one on the next go,” Nicolas said. “I’m curious about that one, too.”

“Alright,” Alfie said, rubbing his hands together excitedly. “Let’s see The Truth About Kats & Dogs.”

The screen faded to black, then an image of Kat lit up. She sashayed into the living room to find Suresh deep in thought. She sidled up close to him on the couch, placing her hands on his shoulders and started gently massaging him.

“Suresh, it kills me to see you so upset,” she cooed. “Are you spooked by Gemma’s secret, that she was going to propose to you?”

He shrugged her off his shoulders and moved slightly over, creating more space between them on the couch.

“Kat…please. I’d like to be left alone right now, if you don’t mind.”

But Kat wasn’t taking no for an answer. She gently cupped his face and forced him to look at her.

“Babe, you said it yourself, you’d both be better off if you moved on. So why don’t you let me help you. I can take your mind off of Gemma,” she giggled and leaned just a little bit closer. “Help you see what else is out there. You might like it.” She attempted to close the distance entirely, but Suresh stood up so fast Kat nearly face-planted into the pillows.

Suresh headed to the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

The clip cut to a different scene with Alfie and Kat on the roof terrace.

“Babe, I know what I saw,” Kat said, her lips formed into a slight pout. “Gemma and Suresh were inhaling each other. I honestly think if I hadn’t interrupted them, they would’ve had sex right then and there in the middle of the day, on your shared bed.”

Alfie looked at her, confused. “That can’t be. Gemma and I…we were finally in a really good spot. And Suresh is with Arlo. How could they do this to me?”

Alfie looked as if he might cry. With one finger Kat gently stroked his cheek, landing on his chin. She lifted his head and forced him to look at her.

“You deserve the world, Alf.”

She looked at him with a hungry desire, then kissed him hard. At first it was clumsy and sloppy as she caught him off guard, but soon he joined in. Their tongues greeting each other for the first time in weeks. Alfie didn’t care that this was wrong, that he was cheating. All he cared about was that someone in this moment wanted him. The clip ended when Gemma opened the terrace door and caught them.

“So it was you!” Finn shouted. “This whole time you had me thinking it was Alfie who initiated the kiss but it was you the whole time.”

“Are we disregarding that she also tried to hook up with Suresh?” Dana asked.

“Especially after I told her that it would make me uncomfortable,” Gemma added, looking at Kat angrily.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve, Finn! I only kissed Alfie after you kissed Arlo. And Gemma, I told you I was going to put him to a test and he passed, you should be thrilled.”

“I didn’t ask you to put Suresh through a test, Kat,” Gemma hissed, tensing up in her seat. “You decided that all on your own.”

“This is exactly the shit I’m talking about. We were coupled up when you inserted yourself in both scenarios.” Finn took a large swig of his beer.

*TEXT PING*

“Looks like you and Kat will need to sidebar on this convo later, we have a new question,” Suresh said.

“On average, how often do men think about sex?”

He glanced up at Gemma and smirked. She tried so hard not to respond, but the corners of her mouth deceived her as they curled up into a smile. She looked away and focused on the task at hand.

“I feel like there’s not a number big enough,” Gemma laughed.

“Yeah, it’s gotta be high,” Meera said.

“Every fifteen minutes,” Dana suggested. The girls all laughed in unison, including Kat who seemed to be getting slightly more comfortable after her and Finn’s outburst.

“Let’s say, 18 times a day. That’s at least once every waking hour,” Lulu whispered.

*TEXT PING*

“Every seven seconds, boys win!” Suresh said, squaring his shoulders as his eyes locked on Gemma. “And we already know which movie we’re watching. Let’s play ‘The Ex Files’.”

The screen showed Gemma holding the Casa Amor postcard in her hands, staring at it longingly. She hadn’t let go of it since they received it nearly three hours ago.

“Babe, you’re going to burn a hole through that picture,” Dana chuckled.

“He’s sleeping alone on the daybed,” Gemma said for the umpteenth time, looking at Dana with excitement. “Maybe he really meant what he said, about wanting us to try again.”

Dana nodded slowly, eyeing her friend warily. She wanted Gemma to be happy, of course, but this wasn’t a cut-and-dry situation.

“Okay,” she said cautiously. “So, best case scenario is he comes back single. Do you think you’ll be ready to take him back?”

Gemma looked back down at the postcard, a warmth spreading from her chest and throughout her entire body. Suresh was sleeping peacefully on his back, his chiseled body only partially covered by the duvet. One of his arms was bent behind his head, one leg poking out from the covers, nearly hanging off the side. She imagined herself back in those arms, lying next to his warm body again.

Gemma opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. She closed it and tried again. “If he comes back single…” She made a noise, like a groan and a sigh wrapped into one. Saying it out loud would make it real. She wouldn’t be able to pretend anymore. She wouldn’t be able to lie, to say she was fine when she really wasn’t, because someone else would know.

“Yes,” she managed to croak out, staring at the postcard. She couldn’t look at Dana as she spoke, opening her heart knowing she could potentially get hurt again and she wouldn’t be able to fake her way out of it. “Yes. If he comes back single, and still wants to make it work like he said, then I’m ready to give him a chance again.”

“Are you sure, Gem?” Dana pressed, placing her hand on Gemma’s knee. “Could you fully trust him again, truly?”

Gemma finally looked up at her, holding her gaze. “I already do,” she admitted. “I hate to admit it, but I do trust him again. He’s shown a different side lately, I really think he’s changed. And besides–” She nearly choked on the lump in her throat and took a deep breath. Her hands were shaking and she gripped the postcard tighter, memories flooding her mind. “I can’t not try, you know? It’s Suresh.”

The screen faded to black and the silence was deafening. Suresh looked over at Gemma, and for the second time today, the electric charge between them once again ignited a fire.

“Gem–”

“Not now, Suresh. Not here.” Her eyes pleaded with him to let it go for now. She avoided Nicolas’ glare as she took a big gulp of her wine and continued looking straight ahead. She couldn’t talk about her feelings for him here, not in front of everyone. She’d take him aside after the challenge and speak to him privately. She couldn’t avoid it now.

“Well at least they’re not all bad,” Dana muttered under her breath.

Suresh kept glancing at Gemma, hoping she would look at him, but she continued to stare at the screen. He ran his large fingers through his hair as the next text came through.

“Let’s get on with it then, I’ve got the next question,” Lulu said. “To the nearest hour, how long did the longest kiss without a break reportedly last for?”

“I’ve read this! It was fifty nine hours,” Meera said.

“Without a break? There’s no way! How did they eat and sleep?” Kat chimed in.

“No, trust me! I literally read this article before I got here,” Meera said.

“Okay. Send it, Gabi,” Gemma said.

*TEXT PING*

“Girls win! The answer was fifty nine hours!” Gabi cheered. “Good on you Meera!”

“Which one do you girls want? Gemma, should we go for ‘The Sure-shank Redemption’?” Dana asked.

“I’d like to see that one,” Gabi chimed in.

“I really want to see Alfie’s movie but I can’t tell which one he is,” Meera whined.

“Then we can figure that out on our next win,” Gabi said. “We’re going with ‘The Sure-shank Redemption’.”

Suresh came to life on the screen, slumped over a fruit bowl in the Casa Amor kitchen. He was rearranging them until he found the orange he was looking for.

“Why the long face?” Eddie asked.

Suresh sighed and looked around to see if anyone else was within earshot of them. When he deemed the coast clear he whispered, “I’ve just been having a really hard time here. I know you boys all said I should forget about Gemma, that she didn’t give me a response before I left and that that in and of itself is a response, but mate I miss her so much.”

“What about Lulu? You’ve been chirpsing away all day with her.”

“Lulu is great. She’s nice and all, but there is absolutely no spark. And the only person on my mind is Gemma.” He sighed, picking at the sticker on the orange. “I actually hate that I have to pretend to graft, right now.”

“Why are you pretending to graft? Why don’t you just go back single and tell Gemma how you feel?”

“Because what if it’s a scenario where one of us will get dumped if the other twists. I’m coupled with Arlo right now and I have no faith that she won’t twist. She knows Gemma and I kissed before Casa, so she’s gotta be fuming.”

“Fair point.”

“I just wish I didn’t have to hurt Lulu or string her along in the process.”

He doesn’t want Lulu. Gemma stared at the now-black screen with renewed confusion. He’s only ever wanted me.

“Well, at least now it makes sense why you dumped me this afternoon,” Lulu stated.

“Lulu…” Suresh said nervously. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Gemma finally dared to look over at Suresh, and without saying anything they both instantly understood each other. There was still an undeniable spark between them and apparently neither one of them were ready to let it go.

*TEXT PING*

“Alright girls, here we go,” Meera said, breaking the silence. “What percentage of women fantasize about other men during sex with their partners?”

A chorus of ‘I’ve done it’s’ started as most of the girls admitted to having done it.

“So what are we thinking, then? I think about 45%. Is everyone happy with that?” Dana asked.

“Yes! And I get my Alfie movie if we’re right, right?” Meera asked.

“Yes, babe. You’ll just have to decide between the last two because it was unclear which one was his or Nic’s,” Gemma said.

*TEXT PING*

“Girls win! The answer was 46%!” Meera beamed. “Dana, you smashed it!” She looked at the screen, trying to decipher the title to figure out which of the remaining two movies belonged to Alfie.

“It can’t be The Fast & The Furious because that’s probably a sex thing and that is definitely not Alfie.” She winked at him. “We’re going to go with The Disaster Artist.”

The screen showed Nicolas pacing back and forth on the rooftop while Pete and Johnny sat on the bench, watching him.

“What’s the game plan boys?” Nicolas asked excitedly.

“Game plan?” Johnny looked at Pete with a confused look.

“Yeah, what are you on about, Nic?” Pete asked.

“Come on! You can’t tell me that you two came in here with no game plan? We’ve had the opportunity to watch these girls for weeks and you guys are just squandering it away?”

“I just don’t look at this as a game,” Pete said. “I like Arlo and I have a connection with her, so I’m going to explore that.”

“Same for me,” said Johnny. “I like Dana and Gemma. But I don’t know either of them well enough to say who I have a better connection with.”

“First off, you’re wasting your time on Dana. She’s been on Gabi’s ass since she turned up in the villa, which is weird if you ask me since Gemma is supposed to be her ‘bestie’,” he sneered. “I’d say focus on Kat, just play up that Finn is definitely cheating on her.”

“Why Kat? She’s not really my type,” Johnny said.

“You can’t have Gemma, she’s mine. I’ve had my sights set on her since she walked in the villa.”

“So you like Gemma then?” Johnny asked.

“What does it matter if I like her or not?” Nicolas laughed before continuing. “We just need someone desperate and lonely enough to convince that they should bring us back. I’ve been studying Suresh, I know his mannerisms. I’m just gonna copy the bloke and have her eating out of my hand.”

“I don’t like this plan, mate. Gemma’s a great girl, she doesn’t deserve this,” Johnny tried.

“I look at it as me doing her a favor. She’s damaged goods right now. First Suresh pies her off for Arlo, then Alfie kisses Kat. Who's going to come in now and want to deal with that? And besides, now she doesn’t have to go back to her shitty, cheating ex and she can be with a real man for once.”

Gemma felt her skin burning, her jaw hurt from clenching her teeth so hard. She turned and looked at Nicolas with venom in her eyes and wished she could strike him with a blow so hard that it would send him straight back to Coventry.

“Desperate and lonely?” she snarled. “Damaged goods?”

“Gemma…” Nicolas held up his hands palm-up, fighting to keep his voice as calm as possible. “This is completely out of context, it’s bad editing. I didn’t say half of those things in that way, you have to believe me.”

“FUCK. YOU. Nicolas. And if it wasn’t clear we’re fucking done. Don’t you dare try to come and talk to me after this.”

“Gem-”

“She said she’s fucking done mate,” Suresh barked, nearly getting up from his chair. “Get it through your thick head before I help you understand.”

“This isn’t about you!” Nicolas snapped back.

Suresh stood up from his chair abruptly, nearly knocking over the table, and glared at Nicolas. Alfie stood up quickly to block him.

“It’s calm, it’s calm,” he said with both hands on Suresh’s shoulders, trying to get him to focus on him and sit back down. Gemma acted more on instinct than sense as she hurried over to the boys, pushing herself in between the two men. Her hands replaced Alfie’s on Suresh’s heaving chest. His nostrils were flared, his body rigid.

“Resh, look at me,” she said. His eyes flickered down to her, then returned to Nicolas who was standing behind Alfie, practically hiding.

“He’s not worth it. Sit down, please,” she begged, and he looked back down at her. His eyes searched her face, brows creasing as he did. She pushed his chest softly, so he took a deep breath and nodded.

“Fine,” he said, ticking his jaw. “For you.”

He gave Nicolas another glare, but did as Gemma asked and sat down. As he watched her make her way back to the girls’ table, his hand twitched. He wanted so badly to just reach out and pull her back, to kiss her and hold her, to just have her back in his arms.

*TEXT PING*

“Let’s just move on, it looks like this is our last one,” Dana said, then proceeded to read the text. “How long does the average female orgasm last?”

“This will be embarrassing if we don’t get this one, girls,” Lulu said.

“I don’t know, like ten seconds?” Meera said.

“I don’t actually sit there and time my orgasms out,” Kat snorted.

“It’s gotta be more than ten seconds, I think maybe fifteen,” Gabi suggested.

“Okay, we’ll go with fifteen.” Dana typed out and sent in their answer.

*TEXT PING*

“Boys win!” Finn whooped. “The answer was twenty seconds.” He gave the girls a suggestive wink, then looked up at the titles on the screen. “I think we’re just going to pick this one at random and go with ‘The Wedding Planner’.”

Meera eyed Alfie suspiciously. “Alf, you didn’t want to watch ‘There’s Something About Meera’?”

“Have you seen these movies?” Alfie asked, shaking his head. “No, I’ll stay away from the drama, thank you very much.”

Meera huffed as she crossed her arms and turned to watch the screen come to life with the next movie.

Gabi sat on the roof terrace, hugging her knees and stifling her tears, when Nicolas walked in.

“Gab, babe. Why are you so upset? Was it your chat with Gemma?”

She looked up at him with tears streaming down her face and nodded.

“But it’s not just my chat with her. Everyone here looks at me like I’m some homewrecking slut. And I’m not! What I had with Suresh was real.”

“I’m sure it was babe,” he said soothingly as he sat down next to her. “After all, he left her for you, right?”

“Exactly!” Gabi exclaimed, throwing her arms in the air. “I didn’t even know about Gemma when we were together. He never mentioned her until the tailend of our relationship. And even then he never told me he cheated with me.”

“It’s not right that he put you through that,” Nic said, placing a hand on her back, rubbing it softly.

“No, it’s not! And we might not have been together as long as he and Gemma were, but I know he was absolutely crazy about me. He only had eyes for me the whole time we were together and I am tired of being made out to be some dirty little secret,” she scoffed. “What he and I had, you can’t fake that. If Suresh were here right now with the two of us in his face, I know he’d pick me over her and that’s what makes me so mad! Because if anything, she was the other woman!”

Nicolas hugged her close, stroking her hair as she continued.

“She needed to propose to him to get him to commit to her. But I know for a fact he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me.”

“How do you know that for sure,” Nicolas asked, eyeing her skeptically.

“Because I found a ring,” she said. “He was going to propose to me, not her. ME!”

#litg suresh #litg ex in the villa #love island the game #litg mc #litg s5 #litg #litg fanfiction #litg eitv #litg ff #litg season 5 #litg fanfic #litg gemma x suresh #litg gemma #exinthevilla #ex in the villa #love island the game: ex in the villa #No other love

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lasswithumor · 2 years

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LITG S5 MC TAG

thanks for the tag @itsrealityboo @vanaglori-ah @willkimurashat 💖

also tagging: @willkimura @crimswnred @i-boop-you @banirareiko @rebelrayne @mrsgaryrennell @wardingoffevil @justtuesdays @csmicletters @0shewrites0 @bunieboo and anyone else who wants to join!

Name: Hasti Kuryan

Nickname: Has’ or Ti-Ti (friends and family), Angel or Love (Suresh)

Hometown: Camberley, UK

Age: 26

Occupation: Educational Psychologist

Sexuality: Bisexual

Any languages: Bengali, German, Malay, French

Any hidden talents: Self-taught ceramicist

Personality type: ESTP

Ideal outfit: A perfect blend of sophistication and glamour! On weekdays, Hasti wears a casual yet chic look with fitted dress pants or a pencil skirt paired with a stylish blouse or vest. When the weekend comes, she unleashes her fashion creativity and can be seen in satin dresses, corset tops with leather pants, v-neck jumpsuits, etc. Hasti loves to showcase her minimalist tattoos, which are usually covered at work.

How did she meet Suresh?:

Suresh had a jam-packed day with his younger sister’s class session and errands. While rushing around, he unexpectedly encountered Hasti, who proudly praised his sister’s brilliance. Suresh couldn't help but to be mesmerized by Hasti’s sparkling eyes and radiant smile. despite his usual charm, he kept his focus on his sister. However, on other occasions, he would make an excuse to stop by Hasti’s workplace, just to catch a glimpse of her. The chemistry was undeniable, leading suresh to gather the courage to ask Hasti out on a date.

Picture of mc and face claim:

Current mood in the villa:

Latest beach hut confession:

“I’ve got to have the worst luck in love island history…just as I started developing a closer connection with aflie, he randomly suggests that we should give each other space. It doesn’t make my experience here any better when my ex, Suresh, is also trying to make me jealous by cracking on with one of the new girls. *chuckles bitterly* I don’t even remember her name…was it Aloe? Rollo? She’s been giving me mysterious eyes all day! I’d never give someone as cocky as suresh the satisfaction of showing that I’m jealous in the slightest, but it does tug at my confidence a bit. He boasts on and on that I’m his number one, but it’s obvious he’s picking someone else at the next recoupling. I can’t believe that I’ve been naive enough to think suresh is only here for me.”

#love island the game #litg #litg s5 #litg eitv #litg mc #oc: hasti

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kamilah-is-queen · 2 years

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Sub Kamilah

Pairing: Kamilah Sayeed x MC (Amy Parker)

Warnings: NSFW, g!p Kamilah, daddy kink, some descriptive language

Tagging: @ta-sayeed, @kamilahtopme, @nydeiri, @genietotherescue, @rhonda-sayeed, @helpconfusedpersonhere, @millasayeed, @vonda-be-real, @livvynka, @queenkamilah, @leenasayeed, @skylarkxxyy, @choicesgrp, @ilove-kamilah-sayeed, @justavampirefan, @iamsimpforpoppy, @friendlybuddy

@rhonda-sayeed’s request for sub Kamilah. I enjoyed playing around with this one.

Kamilah’s POV

“Who knew I, Kamilah Sayeed, known as the Ice Queen to some and a cold, ruthless, iron hearted bitch to others, would finally have the peace of mind to settle down and wed. Because I certainly didn’t. Not before I met Amy Parker, of course…” I thought to myself silently while relishing the cool, crisp waves that splashed at my ankles. But I was happy… happier and more content than I ever thought was possible. Everything in life seemed to fit in its place now. Life was… perfect. Yes, perfect.

Work was good. Busy, but that’s the corporate world for you. Our friends were safe and sound, enjoying their lives for the present. Lily moved to Los Angeles to pursue her dreams in film production, where she planned to make a movie series on us all. I wouldn’t expect anything less from the chaotic one herself. Jax had expanded his Shadow Den into a fully functioning charity, which vowed to help all supernatural creatures alike. Adrian had created a successful career in politics and was running for presidency. His scientific revolutions made the serum a tangible reality, a reality where vampires could again walk in the sun freely. God, how I missed it.

“Bambina, are you alright?” Amy’s warm arms embraced me closely from behind, her chin far from reaching my shoulder as she gave me a squeeze, pulling me out of my thoughts.

With a chuckle, I took her hand and kissed her knuckles delicately, “I am now, habibti.” My gaze fell upon the setting sun, the scenery of the white sandy beach and the crisp blue horizon like a portrait in my mind. “Isn’t it surreal.”

Amy took a while to respond. She reached upon her tiptoes and nuzzled her chin on my shoulder, smiling. “Everything is surreal. Especially us. Being together. And I’m ever so grateful for that.”

I turned in her arms to meet her gentle, loving gaze. “And so will I. For the time that we have now after everything we’ve endured, together.” My arms came to settle around her waist, leaning our foreheads together gently.

With a grin, she pulled away. “Come on you sap, let’s get back to the villa.” With a tug of my arm we were off, sprinting towards the wooden hut in the distance. I couldn’t help but break out in a wide grin as I chased her. Her soft yelps and giggles urged me on, a hearty laugh escaping my chest at the adorable moment.

I closed the large door behind me after a while, soft pants escaping my lungs. “Amy?” The words faded into thin air and nothing but silence.

I looked around the modern, yet rustic villa. “Amy, come on now. This isn’t funny.”

Again, silence.

Finding no success in the other rooms, I approached the master bedroom. Within a second of the door opening, Amy had me pinned down on the bed. “Well, well, well.” I smirked. “Look at you getting all bold now.”

She had changed into a seductive, wine red lingerie that had a neckline low enough to give a tasty view of her bulky chest and was tight enough to expose her curves and accentuate her ass.

“Oh, but don’t you like it sweetheart.” She dragged a sharp nail down my jaw, to my neck, down my throat and towards my shirt. “You secretly love it when I get bossy and sexy like this with you, hm?” Her voice was husky, and coated with lust as she straddled my lap.

My throat became parched. She got me. “How could I not love it, darling?” I replied with a grin as my heart rate started to quicken, and fast. I let her take control as she began to tie my wrists to the bedposts, with a soft silk material. It was easily breakable, but where’s the fun in that?

“Mm, well you’re in for a treat tonight my dearest.” She slashed her nail down my shirt, ripping it in half entirely, exposing the tan and muscled skin below.

I took her lips in mine with a searing, passionate kiss and leaned up on my elbows slightly to meet her halfway. Our tongues tangled in a fight for dominance as I gave in, her tongue quickly overpowering my own. “Well give it to me…”

She began rocking her hips against my hardening bulge, the wet fabric of her panties making the sensation even more heightened. “Fuck…” I watched as she sat up straight, her hands trailing down my muscled abdomen and resting there before she started undoing my belt.

“Look at you Kamilah, mm baby you’re so hard for me…” With a swift tug she tore my cream chinos to the floor, exposing my bulging cock within the black boxers. Amy’s eyes darkened visibly, a sly smirk spreading across her lips as she began to palm me through the boxers. “Isn’t that right Kamilah?”

“Yes…” My head fell back and a soft sigh escaped my lips, a pleasant shiver falling down my spine, “it’s all for you Amy…”

A snarky grin fell across her lips. “Oh, I know bambina. You’re all mine to play with tonight. And don’t you think for a second that I’ll let you off easy.” She kissed the head of my shaft before licking a trail up the underside, where I throbbed visibly with a lift of my hips. “I’ll make sure you impregnate me, Kamilah. I want to be swollen and pink and you’ll do whatever I say so I get what I want. Is that understood?”

I couldn’t help but nod rapidly in response. “Yes yes Amy, fuck… just take me in your mouth already.” Her gaze met mine, an equal mix of love and lust as she went down on my shaft.

I groaned in pleasure and laid my head back once more, “just like that Amy, fuck.” The sensation was just perfect. She pumped me with one hand vigorously as she sucked down harder, and deeper with her plump lips.

The restraints at my wrists tightened when she took me completely down her throat, a slight gag and choke coming from her mouth before she began bobbing her head again. Her groans echoed loudly with the slurping sounds, like music to my ears as I got closer to the edge.

“A-Amy, uhn… I’m so close, I’m so goddamn close. Don’t you dare stop.” My hips bucked up as I tried to meet her mouth better, desperate for more friction.

But she pulled away, the moment before release. “Nu uh, I'll tell you when to cum. Deal?” She grabbed my chin in her hand, gazing into my eyes while licking her lips seductively.

I throbbed at the sight, unable to control myself. With a slow nod, I agreed. “As you say.” She grinned and pulled off her red lingerie, “there’s a good girl.”

My eyes turned to a deep, dark red and my fangs grew from their sheathed spot as I watched her closely. I tugged at the restraints, “let me touch you Amy, I need to baby. Fuck, I’m desperate for you. Ever since we’ve wed I’ve been wanting you to myself like this, baby.”

She groaned at the sound of my husky voice and convincing words, also desperate for friction by the look of her arousal coating her thighs. “Mm, I don’t know… have you been a good enough girl for Mommy?” Her palms slid up my thighs to my breasts, gently squeezing before attacking my collarbone with kisses.

Her kisses traveled all the way to my neck, where they became rougher and more needy. “I don’t know, have I?” I said with a cheeky, knowing smirk that she couldn’t help but die for.

She lifted her head for a moment, her brown eyes catching my own as she pondered, quietly. She bit her lip and whispered huskily in my ear, “I’ll only let you fuck me if you take me from behind. And rough. Please Kamilah, I don’t want you to hold back.”

She slipped the restraints off as she took my earlobe in her mouth, slowly sucking as I shuddered once more.

“Yes, my Queen. Whatever you want is yours tonight, and every night after that.” I quickly flipped us over with a simple move of the arm, and slid a pillow under Amy’s stomach to support her. “Are you comfortable?”

She nodded rapidly, desperate for friction as she nestled in slowly. “Fuck me already!”

The needy tone of her voice flipped a switch inside of me. Suddenly, I couldn’t think about anything else other than Amy and how I was going to please her oh so well.

I grunted softly before wrapping my arm around her neck, mounting her from behind. Without warning I thrusted into her completely, relishing in the shocked whimper she let out at being completely filled.

I steadied my free hand near her head, while tightening my grasp around her neck as I nuzzled the back of her neck, pounding even faster. “You like that baby, don’t you? Isn’t this what you wanted Daddy to do?” I cooed in her ear softly while fastening the pace of my hips.

Hearing her struggle to formulate coherent sentences only urged me on. “Go on Amy. Tell Daddy!” I growled again, louder. My hips slapped against her rear, harder and harder and harder with each passing second.

“K-Kami, oh, I-“

I grew impatient, quickly. I drew dark purple hickies down her from her shoulder to her back, while gripping at the cheek of her ass. “I swear Amy, answer me or I’ll stop.”

I tugged at her tight ponytail and attacked her neck visciously with hard kisses, while slamming my hips even deeper. She let out a long string of strangled moans while gripping the sheets even tighter.

“Fuck, fuck yes Kamilah! This is exactly what I wanted, mmm yes yes yes!”

With a few thrusts more we both fell apart onto one another, exhausted and in awe at one another. Night one of the honeymoon, complete.

#ask #bloodbound #Kamilah sayeed #Kamilah x mc #kamilah x amy #Amy Parker

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cruelsxmmcr · 1 year

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♡ beach hut prompt 05 (exit interview): stella rios

did you see that dumping coming at all?

“I did, yeah. I already knew that Naomi wasn’t interested in me romantically and wasn’t going to choose me, and Sebastien was going through an inner conflict, but I could tell what he was going to go with. So... yeah, I saw the dumping coming.” She’s been pretty composed throughout the entire process, but now it’s sinking in. She’s leaving. She’s going home. She won’t get to see any of these people anymore.

do you think you deserved to stick around?

“I deserved a better shot during casa amor, yeah, but considering I’d be in a friendship couple if I were to stay... then it makes sense for me to go now, because this isn’t what this whole thing’s all about. I wanted someone to see me romantically, not platonically.”

is there anything you would’ve done differently on the inside?

“No, I don’t regret anything I did. I did what I felt was right to me. I wasn’t going to come on here and compromise my own self respect and pride and dignity.” Like some of these people do. “I did what I could and that was the outcome.”

is there anyone else you would’ve liked to see leave instead?

“No, everyone who stayed deserved to stay. They managed to develop a connection with these OGs. Good for them.”

do you think any of the current couples have a shot at making it to the end? who would you like to see win?

“I hate to say it but... I think most of the bombshells who made it will end up with a broken heart. Emotions might’ve been high tonight for a lot of couples, but I see a lot of original couples gravitating back towards each other. I don’t know about winning... considering so many of these couples are new or rocky. We’ll see.”

who do you think you’ll stay friends with after leaving the villa?

“Charlene and Sebastien, firstly. I’ll be calling them the second they get out of the villa. Angel, too, we still have to go to Mexico together. I was serious about that!” She smiles, but it’s not really a smile that reaches her eyes at the realization how much she’s going to miss some of these people. “Naomi and Dante, too, I want to see them after they leave.”

anything else you’d like to add about your time in the villa?

“Not really, no, I think I went through this experience expecting one thing and got out of it with a totally different perspective, and maybe I didn’t find anything romantic, but that’s okay. There are one or two islanders I would’ve hoped for more with them, but... yeah.” She shrugs lightly in a it-is-what-it-is kind of way. “It’s all bittersweet, you know? But I had a good time over all despite the ups and downs.” Her smile widens. “Plus, let’s be real, my DMs are going to be packed when I’m out of here.”

#crackon:prompt #｟ 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐒 ｠ ⸻ task.#bye bye stel <3 #i didn't think i'd get sad writing this but i am :doom: </3

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time : day thirty / casa day three / afternoon / post-postcard

location : daybeds

featuring : @dobits

SHE’S HAD SOME TIME TO PROCESS THE POSTCARD, bitch a little in the beach hut, and take a long hot shower to calm herself down. when she goes back outside, callie knows she should find romi or maybe even naomi to check to see if they’re okay, but angel catches her eye on one of the daybeds instead. “ hey. ” they’re past the point of asking if she can join him, instead flopping down beside him and making herself comfortable on one of the pillows. “ you look bored. ” or maybe it’s just the fact that he’s not in motion for once. “ what are you thinking about ? ”

#callie & angel ;#callie & angel 005 #callie ;

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beach hut confessionals: day thirty (casa day 3)

who did you share a bed with last night ? how did you sleep ?

“i shared with callie.” trying to keep a measured cool and failing, he erupts in a smile. “i slept good, it was good. after the charlene thing, i think we were both... i dunno, trying to be kinda respectful of her. between you and me though? we totally cuddled.” as if it’s the absolute most scandalous thing they could’ve done. far as he’s concerned, it kind of is.

are you getting on with any of the bombshells/originals? who’s at the top of your list?

“oh, dude, all the bombshells are, like, lifelong friends now, for sure. i can’t compare them though, damn dude, i wouldn’t say there’s a list... but, yeah, jude and naomi are my number ones. i know jude’s got a bad rap, but he’s got such a big, soppy heart, man. he really does mean well, i wish people would give the guy half a chance. and naomi, she’s, like, such a little weirdo low key. and she’s a really good friend, y’know, as long as she likes you.” there’s a long pause as angel rubs his chin, works up a begrudging thought. “it kinda sucks because... y’know, me and charlene have been super tight, but now i feel like it’s a little different...” lips purse, he inhales. “we’ll see, i’m sure it’ll be okay.”

do you see yourself starting to focus on one person or are you still exploring ?

“i’m definitely focused on her,” he nods, then his eyes flash to the camera and he smiles sheepishly. “callie, yeah. we’ve spent a lot of time just, y’know, quizzing each other about our lives and who we are and all that stuff,” he explains, talking with his hands. “i feel like we’re just kinda trying to fill each other up with our little trivia things ‘cause we know we don’t got a lotta time ‘til things get all shook up. yeah, it’s fun, i’m just really into our chats.”

how was the beer pong game ? what was most memorable about it ?

“uhhh, probably when jude and jenny cleared a fucking room?” snorted laughter, angel tips his head back. surely they can all joke about it now? “and the fact that we WON! bombshells killed it. see, they be thinkin’ we’re all sweet, but gloves come off and we decimate.” it’s all less intimidating when the words come out of a blushing, boyish smile. “and, yeah, of course my kiss.”

what was it like seeing the postcard ? what was the most shocking part of it ?

“to be honest, the dylan thing. the way naomi and callie talk about him, i really didn’t expect to see him getting cozy with somebody. it’s really lame, but i guess you don’t know the context of those pics, right?” trying his best to be optimistic, he stretches his lips in a cringe. “i dunno, i hope she can graft around and have some fun here, she deserves that.”

did the postcard change anything about your perspective moving forward ?

“nah, i mean,” he shrugs, “way i see it, that stuff is totally separate from me. it’s messy, for sure, i just hope it doesn’t make everybody, like, start acting all crazy now. it’d be kinda lame if the ogs just shamelessly rebounded without a real connection, right?”

who did you vote for the hideaway ? why ?

both palms are set against either cheek, his fingers fencing in his eyes. “i voted char,” he confesses all at once. “dude, i felt bad! what else was i gonna do? i couldn’t give jude another sophie’s choice of who to take with him, that’d scramble his brains for sure. and dante obviously doesn’t need privacy to game out. -- vote for myself? tool behavior, man. look, it was between char and stella and i felt bad, okay?”

if you could have voted for an original to go in the hideaway, who would you have voted for ?

“-- probably callie.” big, silly grin. he shrugs. “it’s not tool behavior if she gets to choose.”

#beach hut / angel #(:#crackon:prompt

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BEACH HUT PROMPT 02 WITH ZEKE BAEK ! ! !

do you still have a ‘top 3′ ? is it the same or has it changed ? who do you most want to get to know ?

“It’s still the same for the most part, still interested in Romi and Naomi, which is kinda shitty because I know Jude is really into Romi.” They’re not exactly bros but they are bros. Bombshells gotta look out for other bombshells. “Oh, and I’m a bit interested in Callie? Like, she’s really cool and fun to talk to, maybe something could happen from that.” It might just be friendship but it’s only the second day, anything could happen. “But out of the three I want to get o know Naomi... Which means I really got put myself out there and let her know that I’m interested in her specifically.”

have any of the islanders surprised you ? in either a good or bad way.

“Not... really? Not individually at least but I was surprised to see the arguments and snide comments in person. So used to being an audience member and seeing it happen, now I’m seeing it happen in real life and it’s... weird.”

do you get along with any of your fellow bombshells ?

“Yeah, I do.” He’s smiling now. “They’re all great, especially Charlene. Love her a lot.”

how was the challenge for you ? what moment was most memorable ?

“The challenge as a whole was a lot of fun, even though we lost. But despite that, none of us took it to heart and were cracking jokes throughout it. It was a lot of fun, I hope that something like this happens again.” He then leaned into the couch, smile wide as he said, “And it’s obvious which part was the most memorable for me. That three way kiss... was amazing. Wouldn’t mind doing that again with Angel and Seb-- or anyone really.”

did you share a bed with anyone ? how did that go ? do you think you’ll share with them again ?

“I shared it with Rhys but not because I asked him to join me, just in a friendly type of way. As for sharing the bed with him... not sure. I mean, if he doesn’t flirt with Jenny again then sure, why not.”

do you think you’ll get chosen at the end of the week ?

“That’s the goal right?” But they’re not sure and it’s probably obvious to the crew watching them. “As of now, I’m not sure. Ask me again tomorrow and I’ll give you a proper answer.

#ft. zeke baek #ft. beach hut prompt

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The moment Felix pulled up to his ‘secret location,’ you turned over to look at him with wide eyes and a dropped mouth.

“Why are we here?” You asked as you watched him switch the car off and flash you a playful smirk.

“Thought it might help to make you feel better… sweets always do that for me, at least.” He shrugged nonchalantly, like him bringing you to the ice cream shop of your childhood wasn’t that big of a deal. The Ice Cream Hut was located right on the popular local boardwalk of Bridgeport Bay and was open 24/7. Throughout your childhood, you and your friends had frequented the joint, going all summer long and tasting all the flavors of the rainbow. Felix was a creature of habit and had always chosen the mint chip for his flavor of the day, while you were always trying something new.

Over the years, you had stopped coming to the place. It held too many painful memories for you. And to be honest, you weren’t craving the sweet ice cream like you once were as a young child. You had tried to go into the place soon after Felix left for South Korea, but you ended up just running out and back into your car, in a fitful of tears as the painful memories of your last argument resurfaced.

As soon as you entered the Ice Cream Hut, the smell of freshly baked waffle cones and sugary ice cream filled your nose. “Damn, this place hasn’t changed one bit from how it was during our childhood,” you mused, as you took a peruse around the coolers that held the ice cream. There were well over thirty different flavors, but with it being so late at night, you two were the only ones there.

You turned to Felix and noticed him giving you the look. The one he always had whenever he was feeling super happy. It spread across his face, turning the corners of his mouth up and crinkling the edges of his eyes. He always lit up the entire room whenever he grinned like that.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked, raising a quizzical eyebrow his way as you ordered a scoop of rocky road on a waffle cone.

Felix laughed heartily, like him taking you to an ice cream place at two in the morning on a Sunday was something the two of you did regularly. Well, it was something you two used to do. That is, until everything turned to shit and he moved away and your heart broke again and again with every day that passed. “I don’t know- I’m just happy to see that you’re feeling a little better.” He said, going ahead and ordering his usual - a scoop of mint chip on a sugar cone.

At the mention of the party from an hour before, and the way that everything had blown up in your face, you felt your heart start to throb with a dull ache. In an instant, a cool shiver was running down the length of your spine, and you were already finding a seat near the window of the shop to catch your breath.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have even mentioned it,” Felix started, reaching out to you from his seat across the small blue-stained wooden table and offering your free hand a gentle squeeze. “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to… I totally understand if you want to forget about it all.”

You found yourself shaking your head, taking a tiny lick of your ice cream to try and quell the rising agony that was lifting from your chest and into your throat. You could feel it coating your cheeks in a healthy dose of crimson, coloring your ears in a pinky-blush. “No- no, it’s okay. I don’t mind talking about it.”

Felix offered you a frown, and you could feel his eyes scan up and down your slumped form as you took a huge bite out of your cone. “You know… it’s okay to be upset about it. I think any sane person would,” you peered up at him through your blurry eyes. The bright lights of the ice cream shop made your head throb painfully and your eyes water from unshed tears. “Just, don’t hold anything inside, yeah? That shit- bottling it all up, isn’t good for you.”

You stayed silent after that, focusing on your ice cream for a little bit. Focusing on the view that was just outside the window. The ocean could be seen in the distance, but with the time of day, it just looked like a black mass of nothingness. It almost resembled what you were feeling at that moment - bleak and cold and deep, with so many different emotions swirling in your depths all at once.

“At the moment, I was mostly just angry,” you began hesitantly after the two of you had finished your ice cream and you were sitting back in your chair. He was right - the sweetness was helping to soothe the ache of everything. Sure, it was cloying on your tongue, but at least you were concentrating more on that than the resentment that you felt buried deep in your soul. “But now, I’m just really fucking upset. Like… why the fuck would he do such a thing? And I know it was just some stupid party game and he just meant it as a joke, but-”

“What if it... wasn’t a joke, Y/N?”

His question came out a little hushed, and as your eyes flitted up to stare at him, it felt like it was only the two of you in the shop at that moment. The employee that was standing behind the counter scrolling on his phone seemed to melt away, and all you could pay attention to was the way that he was gazing back at you.

Dark brows pulled together,

Jaw stretched tautly,

Lips pressed into a firm line,

Eyes sparkling with a myriad of concerns and worries.

“W-What?” You tripped over your words, hands fiddling with the hemline of your shirt to keep yourself busy. To keep your mind busy.

“I mean… what if that wasn’t a one-off thing? Not just a party game thing?” You could tell he was hesitant to continue, as he tilted his head to one side, gauging your reaction to his words by his eyes bouncing around your form. “I mean, what if it’s something that happens quite often?”

You gave him an incredulous chuckle, “What, like Chris is fucking my best friend?”

At his quietness, you turned rigid in your seat.

Spine going stiff as a board,

The blood rushing like icy heat through your veins,

Mind spinning out of control as you began to conjure up all kinds of ideas and wonderings.

“Felix- do you… do you know something that I don’t?” Your voice came out grave and quiet, as you felt your eyes widen in shock. You could feel your heart beat against your chest so fast, it felt like you were about to break all of your ribs from the impact.

He offered you a peculiar look. One that you couldn’t quite read all of the way. Almost like, he already had his answer for you, but knew you wouldn’t like it, so he was withholding the information. And one thing that you loathed the most in the world, was when people would hide shit from you.

At his silence, you spoke up again. “Felix, if you know something, you need to fucking tell me right now or I swear I’ll-”

He threw his hands up in the air in defeat, offering you a deep frown and running a few fingers through his messy blonde hair. Even though he hadn’t drunk at the party, it sure looked like it. With the messy cuff of his violet-purple graphic tee and flushed cheeks. It almost seemed like… he had been with someone at the party. Made out in the back corner of Jeongin’s living room and stuck his tongue down someone’s throat and you didn’t know how to feel about that. It was apparent from the flush of his cheeks - the swollenness around the corners of his lips.

Finally, he was speaking again. But his voice came out hushed like he was afraid someone you knew would walk in any minute. Someone like Chris. And hear his words. “It’s just that… I’ve noticed some things between him and Yeji. Like- the air is charged when they’re together and it was so fucking obvious tonight. And I don’t fucking know, it’s really-”

In the next breath, you were shooting up from your chair. Your movements were so fast that the metal scraped against the lime-green linoleum floor and made your eardrums ring with the screech for a second. But nothing else matter at that moment, because all you could focus on was what he was saying.

What Felix was saying.

What your ex-best friend who had abandoned you was trying to claim about your boyfriend.

“Are you saying that Chris is cheating on me?” You asked incredulously, voice already starting to rise. You could feel the red start to creep up the column of your neck again, painting your entire face in a deep shade of crimson. “Sure- what he did at the party was fucked up, but I don’t think he’s actually getting his dick wet with Yeji!”

Felix sat back in his chair, eyes widening by the second at your sudden change in demeanor. And if you were being truly honest, you were more hurt about his suggestion of Chris cheating on you than the stunt that your boyfriend had pulled at the party.

The fact that he was insinuating something so horrible made your stomach churn in a fit of rage, and already, you could feel the red seeping into the edges of your vision. Painting everything in a blush-colored light.

“I’m not saying that, Y/N,” Felix protested, standing up from his chair now as well and gazing at you with a desperate look on his face. One that read of hurt and confusion. “I’m just saying… I think maybe there’s more to him than you think you know about…”

You chuckled, but there wasn’t an ounce of humor in your voice. Instead, it came out all gravelly and bitter. And then in the next beat, you were scooping up your handbag from the table and leveling him with a cold stare. “Yeah, well fuck this- I don’t need your bullshit of an excuse for a therapy session when all you’re trying to do is convince me that my boyfriend is sleeping with my best friend!” You shouted, your tone coming out so hard, it cut through the air like an icy dagger. Slicing through skin and heart and puncturing right into Felix.

You could tell it hurt like a bitch, too, from the way his brows crumpled together and the look in his eyes melted from one of confusion to pain. The light that you had found shining there the entire time you ate your ice cream together vanished. That happiness that you had seen flash across his face as soon as you stepped into the Ice Cream Hut was wiped away.In an instant, it drained out of him, leaving him to be a shell of the man that he had been not even five minutes earlier. “Y/N, I-”

But you didn’t afford him the chance to reply, as you flitted out of the ice cream shop’s front door as fast as you could. You set a hellish pace down the sidewalk, and with it being so late at night, the road right alongside you was void of any cars. It was silent, save for the sound of your breath as it fell in anxious patterns in front of you.

In, out,

In, out-

A firm, slender hand clamping down on your forearm sent you careening to a stop, and you heard a sharp intake of air sound from just behind you. For a moment, you stood there, motionless. You didn’t even know where you were going at first.

You just had to get away from it all.

From what he was insinuating,

And what his words were bringing up…

Hurts from the past,

Memories from the time when you had had such a big fight about your boyfriend Chris, that you had ended things with Felix permanently.

At least, you had thought that things were permanent.

Until Lee Felix showed up on the doorstep of Angel Waves two weeks before, all sun-kissed and bleach-blonde hair and muscular shoulders.

Everything hurt, and it had grown to be too much.

“Wait- Y/N. Please, just wait for a second.”

His voice came out in a wavering line, ghosting over your ears and forcing a violent shiver down your spine.

At that moment, you couldn’t even turn around to look at him. With your heart beating against your ribcage and your mind running a mile a minute, you could do nothing but stand there, arm still being held by one of his slender hands. The tears flowing down your cheeks left wet tracks in their wake. They clouded the corners of your vision, turning everything into a murky cobalt blue.

“You don’t have to say anything else, Felix,” you began, voice cracking under the pressure of it all, as you took in a shuddering breath and leveled your gaze onto the sidewalk ahead of you. Your parent’s house wasn’t too far away, which was always why you had frequented the ice cream shop as a kid. The walk wouldn’t be that bad. “I already know how you feel - about him, about me… about us. You already expressed your blatant disapproval when you left me in shambles years ago. I’m not expecting any better from you- I don’t need your approval of who I do and don’t date. So stay the fuck out of my life and my business and my relationship.”

The words were truly cruel and heartless.

That much, you knew.

And even though you had been seeing nothing but red earlier in the ice cream shop, now everything was turned to a dull, hollow ache.

You weren’t even that upset about Chris anymore.

You weren’t upset about his stupid display at the party, or even the fact that Felix had insinuated the relationship between your boyfriend and your best friend was anything more than cordial.

No, you were upset at Felix.

Right then, you wanted nothing more but to never see him again.

To never lay your eyes upon his shining, brilliant face,

Or hear his deep timbre voice,

Or remember all of the days you had spent together as kids - good and bad.

You wished you could go to sleep and wipe all memory of him.

Because maybe then, you wouldn’t feel so much agony.

It throbbed through you, shooting up the pit of your stomach, dancing in your veins, coursing across your eardrums, and pooling in your throat as a large lump and big, fat tears that didn’t stop.

Your legs were moving on their own accord, carrying you forward, toward’s your parent's house. Your arm still burned from where Felix had touched it - it felt seared from the sharp pull you took as you drew away from him.

And the worst part about it all?

Was that the entire time,

You wanted nothing more but for Felix to catch up to you,

To throw his arms around you and bury his delicate face in the crook between your shoulder and neck and sob his heart out as he told you how sorry he was.

But instead,

You were left with complete and utter silence.

No grabbing, no crying, no pleading.

And that’s what hurt the most.

To be continued...

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