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litgwritersroom · 11 months

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okay hear me out: smut with tom. it’s on the villa near the end and you two go out to the daybeds and we’ll y’know. he’s super nervous and she just kindove has to comfort him the whole time and he keeps asking her if everything he does is okay bc he just wants to please her

EVERYTHING ELSE IS ENTHUSIASM

Tom / MC - 2100+ words - @mrsbsmooth NSFW

“Well… enthusiasm at least...” He swallowed, hard. “That… won't be a problem.”

“Are you sure about this?” Felicity asked, as she watched his hands shaking. Tom nodded, pulling the covers back for her, and she slipped under the blanket beside him.

The daybeds weren’t ideal, but they couldn’t get into the hideaway, she’d already snuck off and tried. Felicity rolled toward him, and he pulled her close. She’d been waiting for weeks, and the intoxicating scent of his cologne already had her pressing herself against him, just about ready to wrap her legs around his waist and fuck him for three days straight.

She pressed her lips to his, hungrily, with only about ten percent of the desperation that she felt between her legs, but there was something still so hesitant in his kiss.

She stopped to take a deep breath.

“Babe,” she whispered. “If you don’t want to, we can wait. I know you said you didn’t want to do bits on TV. We don’t have to change that now.”

“I…” Tom sighed, pulling her closer. “Can I be completely honest with you?”

Felicity nodded. “Always.”

Tom looked into her eyes, his own wide and innocent, as he chewed the inside of his cheek.

“My hesitation wasn’t entirely to do with the fact we’re on TV. It’s… I’m not…,” he cleared his throat, lowering his voice to a little above a whisper. “I'm not terribly experienced. Relationships are new to me. and I'm not... I just worry that...”

He dropped his head to her chest, almost as if he was hiding his face, and Felicity couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

Tom tensed, and she stroked his hair, tilting his head back so he’d look at her.

“Babe…. Duh.”

His face fell in confusion, and she shook her head in disbelief. “I figured that out about five seconds after meeting you. And it doesn’t bother me.”

Tom looked up at her with those big, innocent eyes, as if she’d just said something so magical he couldn’t quite believe it.

“It doesn’t?”

“No!” she smiled. “Not at all! If you’re willing to let me lead, I'm happy to take control.”

“Even though I might be awkward?”

She kissed him gently, calming herself, and nodded.

“Even if you’re awkward. The thing that matters above everything else is enthusiasm.”

“Do you think?” his eyes widened.

“Mmhmm, think about it. If you’re talking to someone, and the conversation’s technically quite good, but the girl clearly doesn’t want to be there, that’s a big turnoff, right?”

"Of course." Tom nodded.

“But if a girl’s talking to you, and while the topic isn’t that interesting, she’s nodding, and smiling, and looking at you like there’s nowhere else she’d rather be…?”

Tom nodded contemplatively, hesitating for a moment before speaking.

“Well… enthusiasm at least...” He swallowed, hard. “That… won't be a problem.”

Tom’s cheeks flushed pink at his own boldness, and he looked away. God, she loved having this effect on him. She’d been with her fair share of men before, most of them quite experienced, but none had made her feel so…

Desired.

Tom looked at her like he couldn’t believe she was with him. Stars in his eyes, lips parting in awe, completely dumbstruck whenever she entered a room. He fumbled his words, and whatever was in his hands. He walked into doors when she kissed his cheek. Broke into a sweat when she slipped her hand into his.

She couldn’t help but be a little worried that seeing her naked might knock him out cold.

She threaded her hands into that beautiful, soft hair, stroking it as she pulled him in closer to her. He obliged, trailing his lips along her cheek, before delicately brushing them against hers. They were soft, just like his skin, that flawless close shave that he’d somehow managed to perfect. And his cologne, God. For a man so apparently inexperienced in sex, he smelled like a connoisseur. Refined, but fresh, like the first sip of whisky on ice. An explosion of cedar and amber wood. Something richer, something more elegant, something so sensual that almost made her forget it was Tom.

It was one of the first things she’d noticed about him. That first moment where he’d gone slack-jawed, and she’d leaned in to greet him with a polite hug. She’d barely wanted to let go, his cologne like a drug that she’d never realised she was already addicted to. It had taken everything she had not to whisper into his ear how much she’d loved it. How badly it made her want to never unwrap her arms from around his neck.

And now, here he was.

Under the blanket, his hand slipped under her top, gently brushing her waist like he was asking her permission to go further. It took all her willpower not to giggle at the politeness in it. Felicity reached for the bottom of her t-shirt, pulled it over her head, and handed it to him.

She was still completely covered by the blanket, but in the soft glow of the fairy lights, she watched his eyes fill with desire. He rolled his lips together as if he was already tasting her on them, and kissed her again.

Harder.

She tugged his shirt from him like it was suffocating her, shuddering with anticipation as he lay his bare chest against hers. Parting her legs slightly to wrap them around him, his weight on her intoxicating, she felt his body heat starting to rise. He gathered her up into his arms, pulling her closer, and she almost gasped.

Those arms around her had always made her feel safe, but now, they were like an aphrodisiac. She ran her hands over his biceps, and onto his broad shoulders, savouring every inch of his skin. She buried her face into him, inhaling deeply, scratching her nails up the back of his neck and into his hair.

And he groaned.

His skin erupted into goosebumps under her hands, and he pulled her closer, wrapping her up once more in those arms that had her dizzy from their strength. She could feel how hard he was, his hips pressing firmer and firmer against hers as she wrapped her legs around him. She could almost feel his torment; wanting her body, wanting to take more of her, but afraid that taking what he wanted would push her away.

Well.

It was time to show him that she wasn’t going anywhere.

Felicity rolled him onto his back, pushed him to lie down, and tugged his shorts off. Tom protested out of some kind of shame, but she wasn’t going to be hearing any of that. She settled between his legs, and before he had a chance to say anything else, she took him in her mouth.

In the faded light, as she looked up at him, she could’ve sworn she’d electrocuted him. His hands flew to the wall above him, pressing against it, his lips parted, eyes closed, breath caught in his throat.

It was all she could do not to break into a grin.

He remained frozen like that for a few seconds while she swirled her tongue over his tip, and he seemed to melt underneath her. He exhaled, shuddering, that deep, guttural groan from his throat as he threaded one hand into her hair.

“Oh God,” he whispered, opening his eyes as if he really was seeing heaven; his hand gentle and praising as he stroked his thumb against her cheek. She moaned at the affection, the act so very and perfectly him, and made him jolt again.

She was slow, her movements gentle, taking her time as she teased out what he liked. Even with zero words between them, his reactions to her every movement told her exactly how to please him. He sparked under her touch, or shuddered, or gasped; responding so viscerally that she figured him out in no time.

God, she loved him.

He was so easy to read, every twitch of her tongue like a zap through his body; how his abs clenched as she took him deeper, or how his fingers tightened in her hair as she moaned. She found a rhythm in only minutes, no doubt helped by his responsiveness, silently telling her exactly how he wanted it, and she was only too happy to give him everything he was too polite to ask for.

Until he started asking for it.

She wasn’t sure she heard him correctly the first time, but the second time, she was sure. It was rasped, from the very back of his throat; a voice she’d never heard, nor expected. It was desperate. It was needy. It was…

“Deeper,” he whispered.

A rush of adrenaline hit her like a whirlwind, the thrill of hearing him ask for it driving her just a little bit wild. She adjusted her position, holding his thighs, taking more and more of him into her mouth until he was hitting the back of her throat. Tom groaned again, and she practically whimpered in response, almost embarrassed by how much this was turning her on.

But she wasn’t stopping.

Over and over and over, she gave him exactly what he wanted, moaning and letting his tip slip into her throat, making his breath catch each time. She knew he was getting close, but no part of her wanted to show down, even when he began tugging gently at her hair to try and pull her away.

“Darling,” he whispered. “You need to sto–”

She almost growled in response, doing nothing but lifting her pace. The pull at her hair became more insistent, his breaths deeper, his words more and more jilted. But still, she didn’t release him.

He felt so good on her tongue, every ridge of him, the taste of him, the way his body contorted and responded to her every move. She wasn’t stopping, she’d already decided. She wanted to taste him fully, to have him lose himself in her mouth, to bring him to the edge and push him over it, watching him while she showed him exactly how badly she wanted to make him feel good.

“Flick–”

His voice was shaking now, his abs clenched; a bead of sweat on his brow as he tried desperately to hold back. But she didn’t stop. She just looked up at him, watching his face contort as she held her pace exactly as it was. She was holding him there, dangling him off the edge, and she’d never felt so powerful. He was panting. Sweating. Struggling to hold on; and she just gave him more. More, and more, and more. He was properly pulling her hair now, his fingers tangled and desperate, as she dug her own into his hips. She used her nails, the slightest bit of pain drawing his attention.

And he looked down.

“Oh fu–”

He lost control, his body contorting and jolting as he finally let go. All she could do was moan as he involuntarily thrust into her mouth, coming down her throat with such force that she was sure it’d been far longer than he’d insinuated. She held her rhythm, keeping the pace through each jerk of his thighs, only slowing once he began gasping for air.

Slowly, she released him, savouring the taste of him in her mouth, as he watched her with a relaxed confidence that she’d never seen before. Wordlessly, she shuffled back up beside him, and he pulled her close to his side, kissing her gently. But before she could smile, or ask him how it was, he rolled her onto her back.

Felicity gasped as he began kissing down her body, over her breasts, and onto her stomach, slipping his hands into the waistband of her shorts as he began tugging them down. She couldn’t help but giggle at the self-assurance, but when he looked up at her, there was very little hesitation in his eyes.

“Babe,” she smiled. “You don’t have to return the favour straight away, we can rest for a second if you w–”

A knowing smirk tugged at his full lips, and it quietened her almost instantly. She’d never been silenced by a look before, but that look had her lost for words.

“I’d very much like to do it right away,” he cooed, trailing his lips lower and lower, letting his tongue dart out and wet her skin as he closed in on where she was practically shaking to have him.

“In fact,” he whispered, kissing her one final time, before parting her with his fingers. “I’m quite enthusiastic about it.”

And just like he had done, the moment Tom’s head disappeared between her legs, her body jolted; her hands flying to the wall above her head as she gasped. When he'd said he wasn't experienced, she thought he'd meant...

Her thoughts were interrupted by those massive arms wrapping around her thighs, opening her wider as he dragged her down the daybed toward him. She grabbed his hair instead, her eyes rolling back as whatever he was doing had her gasping for air.

Oh.

Fuck.

That’s enthusiasm.

#litg #litg fanfic #litg Tom #litg season 4 #mrsbsmooth #litg writers room #writers room #love island the game #ask #writing prompt

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queen-of-boops · 1 month

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Introducing a new LITG fanfic collection!

A bunch of authors challenged ourselves to write smutty one shots with as little plot as possible. And in honor of April Fool's Day, we decided to post some with some of our favorite characters fooling around.

The rules of the challenge:

No naming the LI

Zero/extremely minimal backstory

Lots and lots of smut

Each fic features a different LI, can you guess who they are? Feel free to tell us your guesses in the comment sections!

Check out the One Night Only Collection on ao3.

Currently includes works by @rebelrayne, @longbobmckenzie, @queen-of-boops, @mrsbsmooth (PearlBracelet), @lucas-koh (margotmuses), @countessklair, @thatwheelchairchick, @willkimurashat (dragonfly1302), @operationnope (Lucy_Love), @mnlpine (pine), @sparxaf (christy_sparkle), @oodelally3 with more to come!

special thanks to @rebelrayne for making the cover!

#litg #litg ff #litg fanfic #litg fanfiction #litg fanfics #litg challenge: one night only

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sophiebernadotte · 1 month

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Ask & you shall receive (a.k.a. Saga spent most of the afternoon procrastinating because she doesn't want to write an essay about US politics that is due Thursday). If Unhealthy by @mrsbsmooth was an actual season of the show, here are some quickly edited memes I think we would see.

I had so much fun going through way too many articles about "best memes of Love Island Season #" & then putting myself in the shoes of an actual viewer. I made an effort to not just make ones about Lewie, Bridget & Amelia, but it was a tad bit difficult for obvious reasons. Plus, I STILL HAVEN'T READ THE MOST RECENT CHAPTERS BECAUSE I REFUSE TO DO SO UNTIL I KNOW BRIDGET & LEWIE ARE HAPPY AGAIN

Now, I really should go back to that essay, but I kind of want to make some for @0shewrites0 Liquid Gold because I'm as unhinged about Alex & Rory as I am about Bridget & Lewie...

#love island the game #litg #litg fanfic #litg lewie #mutuals writing stuff #I wanted to make one about hurricane brig but I'm saving that one for later #emphasis on these being done quickly #i think i spent an hour at most over on canva #saga.txt

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sparxaf · 6 months

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The Inscrutability of Alex

So I might be working on an S7 Alex fic. I mean, I'm probably not working that. But I could be. Maybe. Anyway, for mysterious reasons, I decided to replay the current episodes because I found myself confused by a couple things with Alex. And a second playthrough left me even more confused. I sent @mrsbsmooth a nearly three minute, babbling voice note, asking her if I was missing something, because I cannot figure out how to write him.

This character is described by multiple others as having "golden retriever" energy. Something he absolutely does not have. I'd say he's not even that playful. It's just bizarre for anyone to say that. Nothing about him is overly energetic. Both Raf and Bryson are much better described like that. Alex has the most whistle-whilst-mowing-the-lawn-in jorts-dad energy ever. Golden retriever he is not.

So okay, his energy doesn't match the description. That's not a huge issue on its own. But like...who is he? He says he's not cocky, just confident.

Hmmm. Never is a strong word, innit?

Now, a less cynical person might say that Fusebox is just writing a realistic depiction of someone who is unaware of his own cockiness, but since I am a cynical asshole, I'm saying that Fusebox is not in the business of nuance. They make the same amount of money whether they spend the extra energy to give it depth or not. So they're never gonna bother with that. This is just inconsistent writing. Now, we all know that Alex's most overtly acknowledged trait is his desire to "Take things slow." He says he's looking for the one, and he's not gonna rush that. He knows things move fast there, but he still wants to take his time. He didn't kiss Estelle on the first night. He was uncomfortable with Summer being so forward before he knew anything about her. So how does a guy who takes things slow answer a question from a virtual stranger about what he does for a living?

A dirty joke. Yes, very much setting the tone for his lack of cockiness and his desire to take things slow 🙄 Though I do enjoy MC responding with "Very presumptive, but good to know." 😆😆😆 Not to mention, when he finds out you can snog during the icebreaker, he's not like, "Um too soon." Instead his eyes light up like he can't wait. It's so baffling. So let's say maybe he's just a slow mover who is also really flirty by nature. That feels like he's sending mixed signals at best and manipulating you at the worst. Now this one really threw me for a loop. There's a gem scene where you can ask the boys to tell you something cute about themselves. Alex tells a story about having a crush on a gym bunny and how it led him to weightlifting in order to ask her out. But he kept putting it off and by the time he finally got the nerve, she was already dating someone. So he learned not to hesitate. He learned to just go for it.

Um... what? That's a strange perspective to have for someone whose entire ethos is "Take it slow." Now, I'm aware that he is very straight forward with MC about where his head is at, so perhaps he just meant that he doesn't waste time letting someone know he's interested, but he still wants to take the relationship slow? I don't know. Last, but not least, on night one, you couldn't even kiss Alex (unless I'm misremembering). You could only snuggle. But on night two, Alex says he still wants to take it slow, but he wants to a little something. So the game gives us some options. And the first choice was to do bits. Now, this might be my fault, but I assumed that "bits" in this case would be some kissing and making out. Heavy petting. Maybe some under the clothes touching. But, to my utter shock, no it's not just a heavy make out sesh. Nope. He finger blasts you. He straight up bypasses the face lips and tiddies, and goes straight to rubbing the bean and shoving a digit inside of your person. It's an awfully intimate act for someone like him who's only been alone with you three times, and beyond challenge smooches (if you chose to even take those), has still never really made out with, nor kissed you privately. I would like to clarify that I'm not judging how fast or slow anyone goes in their personal lives. But I am I'm judging this character's pace in relation to the things he's been saying about his pace.

I wrote most of this before the last batch of episodes so I'll only lightly touch on the fact that Alex seems nearly ready to ask you to marry him the day after bringing you to the villa. So "taking it slow" really went out the window altogether.

Long story long, there are aspects to Alex I like. I mean, I'm writing him right now (OR AM I?) so it's not all bad. But it's really hard to attempt any canon reinterpretation, when I can't even sort out what canon is.

It just doesn't make sense. Is he cocky or not? Is he a slow mover or does he believe in not wasting time? Is he an inner city gym rat bro, or is he a home-on-the-range papa who wants to build you a cottage, and make babies? Is his whole "slow burn" thing some kind of manipulation to hide that he's a fuckboy (which would be hilarious) or he's just very badly written?

I love a good, lively conversation, so go ahead and let me know your thoughts. But for those who are rather... overly invested in Alex, feel free to yell at me about his perfection and how wrong and dumb I am. I look forward to deleting your vitriol.

#litg fanfic #love island the game #litg s7 #litg stick or twist #litg alex #litg alex makes no sense #does he take it slow or not?#finger-gate

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operationnope · 4 days

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20 questions for fic writers

Thanks for the tag @rebelrayne @mrsbsmooth @0shewrites0💗 I haven't written much, but I think I have just enough criteria to answer most of the questions 😅

How many works do you have on ao3?

Six

What's your total ao3 word count?

22,860

What fandoms do you write for?

Love Island the Game

Top five fics by kudos:

it's about zeph

heart on his chest

the lies that she told

Soon

Mistletoe

Ironically, my only other fic naughty yoga has the most hits, but the least kudos

Do you respond to comments?

Absolutely!

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I had to really think about it, which is funny since I don't have that many fics, but I don't think my fics are particularly angsty. Probably soon, Ozzy and MC pining for each other

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

For me, the happiest ending is it's about zeph because Amelia gets slapped 😂 But it's probably actually Mistletoe

Do you get hate on fics?

No and it's upsetting that people do

Do you write smut?

I do now!

Craziest crossover:

Haven't done one

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Negative

All time favourite ship?

Right now, my MC and Kyle🥰 Game canon couple- Nicky and Elladine

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I'm weird and don't really have wips per say. I usually get a wild hair and do a oneshot until it's complete. But I did have a passing thought about doing a season one villa fic, especially since we can't play anymore 😥

What are your writing strengths?

lol, I've answered the rest of the questions first and come back to this. I think I'm good with characters. I'll make you swoon over an LI or giggle with the girls or hate an evil twin.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Impatience, commas, and not pushing myself when I don't wanna. And I could probably use more details.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

When @longbobmckenzie writes Roberto and sprinkles in Portuguese- HOT🥵

First fandom you wrote in?

LITG, first and only

Favourite fic you've written?

Recency bias, my two smutty oneshots naughty yoga and heart on his chest are my favs right now. Of all my six fics, it's about zeph is up there.

tagging @libelle949 @logan-writes @oodelally3 @ariendiel @throughthejunobush @mnlpine and anyone else who writes and wants to participate!

#not not litg #operationnope gets tagged

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rebelrayne · 5 days

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20 questions for fic writers

thank you for tagging me @actuallyitsellie 🤍

How many works do you have on ao3?

available: 16. I have more but they're hidden because I might be using bits and pieces of my AUs for my original work.

What's your total ao3 word count?

444,278 (but that's all of them, even hidden)

What fandoms do you write for?

Love Island the Game

Top five fics by kudos:

off the market | Hamish/MC

rewind | Bobby/MC

Mon Amour | Youcef/MC

We Do But Friends Don't | Bobby/MC (fuck this one fr)

jealous. | Ryan/MC

Do you respond to comments?

I try to respond to all of them, unless I got a ton at one time from the same person on multiple chapters. I don't want to be annoying and reply to all of them, so I'll reply to one.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

the checklist, I guess? I mean it's ambiguous, but I don't any end angsty.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

off the market because it has a happy ending in the last chapter, you feel me?

Do you get hate on fics?

Not as of lately.

Do you write smut?

Yes, but it's not my favorite thing to write.

Craziest crossover:

I wrote a Jurassic Park and The Office crossover as well as Once Upon A Time. Well, fuck I didn't realize I had that many.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, but idk why anyone would steal mine LMAO

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes and I had a terrible fucking time. Sup I am stupid.

All time favourite ship?

TOM/MC TOM/MC TOM/MC!!!!!!!!!!!! GIVE ME MOREEEEEEEE

...but not Tom with anyone else. Fuck off with that.

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Tom Beresford-King finally gets a Villa fic.

What are your writing strengths?

I never know how to answer this. I guess my narrator. They kind of help perceive my main character's personality and characterization.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm not very good with details.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I'm fine with it as long as there's something that tells you what it meant (because I'm stupid and only know one language).

First fandom you wrote in?

Pass

Favourite fic you've written?

'and the day after that, too' which is not available because it's part of the world where my original exists so how about off the market instead?

tagging @countessklair @longbobmckenzie @mrsbsmooth @operationnope @queen-of-boops @thatwheelchairchick @willkimurashat @0shewrites0

#not litg #jess gets tagged

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mercedesdecorazon · 5 months

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💫Fanfic Update💫

✨️Alien✨️

Chapter Five

"Well, let's call it 'two girls, lots of questions?'" Priya suggested. Rosalia suppressed her urge to roll her eyes at the fake display of friendliness.

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“Because I don't want you to get hurt, babe. She seems very unconfident. Besides, Hope seems to be more your speed.” Marisol stated. Lucas sighed heavily. “Are you serious?

Tag List: @0shewrites0 , @shanaywright , @sparxaf , @lasswithumor , @fujiihime , @beesandfigsblog , @sailorpleiades , @notasdriedapricots , @mrsbsmooth , @itsrealityboo , @i-boop-you , @csmicletters , @vulnerabledime , @orangecandi , @starsarestars , @ordoesshemouthfuckyouforever , @kvngdomheartz , @luckyqueenreign , @future-mrs-suresh , @rebelrayne , @eskiix , @queen-of-boops , @kunepie @lu-dao-writes ,@mp3minded (If anyone wants to added to the list, please let me know.)

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I'm so sorry about the hiatus! I have been going through some health issues and my mental health has been in the dumps for a long time but I'm glad I'm back.

#litg #litg season 2 #litg s2 #litg lucas #litg mc: rosalia #litg mc #litg and black women #litg ff alien #litg lucas x rosalia #lucas koh

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lucas-koh · 3 months

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Last sentence tag game

Thank you so much @queen-of-boops @mrsbsmooth @eskiix @longbobmckenzie @thatwheelchairchick @countessklair @willkimurashat @i-boop-you for tagging me!

RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic/original/anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

He could etch his name into her bones.

Tagging @vulnerabledime @chroniccomicobsession @tammyisobsessedwith @operationnope @logan-writes @0shewrites0 @sparxaf @caitkaminski sorry if you’ve already been tagged!

#tag game

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longbobmckenzie · 7 months

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Lucas and Henrik make porn. They're also in love.

Read Chapter 1 on AO3

my little contribution to kinktober 2023!! huge thanks to @sparxaf for the brilliant graphic and @mrsbsmooth for always being a willing smut consultant. and shoutout to @queen-of-boops for writing the original Lurik porn fic that this is a sequel to!

#litg #litg ff #litg fanfic #litg fanfiction #longbob writes #luc & hen's sexcellent kinkventure #kinktober 2023 #litg kinktober

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mrsbsmooth · 6 months

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I know no one's really reading S6 any more but this is starting to get into the good stuff muahaha.

“I don’t like to see him being humiliated.” “But you’re fine with doing it to me.” Her eyes widened. “What– No! Not at all, I–” “You’re fine with pushing my feelings out of the way to protect his, and you think that just because you’re fucking me I won’t care. Well, I do care, Brig, and honestly, I’d appreciate it if you could at least pretend that you did as well.” Every breath from her lips began falling faster, as she began to furrow her brow. “Don’t tell me I don’t care about you, Lewie. You don’t know how I feel.” “Isn’t that the problem?!”

Read now on Ao3 or Start from the beginning

#litg unhealthy #litg lewie #litg fanfic #litg s6 #litg #love island the game #love island game #fanfic update #mbs writes #mrsbsmooth writes #chapter update

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litgwritersroom · 2 years

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Hello! I want to request for a Suresh fic. I'm just a miserable mess about what's going on with him. May you please write a one-shot about the fall-out between him and MC (especially the one that he's been flirting for months to the other girl and they had a big fight, he slept with the girl and MC found out about the girl with the tattoo) then up to you what happened to them onwards. I'm such a sucker for angst and hurt fics. Thank you! 💞💞

JADED

Suresh/MC - 4200+ words - @mrsbsmooth

The story of how he lost it all.

Note: The schedule of episodes changed, and Episode 11 is now coming out next week instead of today. But I'm not delaying this any more. So this fic contains spoilers for Episode 11.

🎵Glimpse of Us - Joji🎵

@fujihime-litg @ellegreenwxy

Suresh checked his watch for the third time in as many minutes.

Late. Again.

There was something in the air today. Something… off. He felt like there was a rubber band around his chest. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but he knew it was there. Anxiety? Nerves? Dread?

He sighed, brushing a piece of fluff of his new suit. She knew how important this night was to him. He would get announced as a junior partner tonight. The youngest ever at Flack & Carruthers.

And she was late.

Again.

Jade’s keys jingled in the lock, and she bolted through the door. “Sorry, sorry, I know, I know. I got held up.”

Suresh said nothing. Words seemed to fail him, as the rush of absolute, unbridled adoration filled his chest, just like it always did every time Jade entered a room. It overwhelmed every anxiety, every bit of nerves, every worry in his mind.

So what if they were a few minutes late?

He smiled after her, as she bolted into the bathroom, loudly reminding him what a genius she was in washing her hair that morning, so she wouldn’t have to do it now. She threw on some makeup, pulled her dress on, and took her hair out of the bun it was in, her long hair falling over her shoulders. She tripped over her heels as she hopped to pull them onto her feet, and smoothed out her dress.

There she stood before him, looking like it had taken her hours instead of… he checked his watch again… eleven minutes. She beamed at him, presenting herself with a little 'ta-da!'

Suresh couldn’t wipe the smile off his face as he stood to wrap his arms around her.

God, how he loved her.

Their car was already waiting for them in the street, and he held the door open for her as she stepped into it. Jade gave a sigh of relief as she flopped back into the seat, reaching for his hand.

“How was your day?” he smiled.

“Good! Good. Busy. God, I had so much to do. I had to take a long lunch to run some errands, and then, I had a package, so I had to go all the way over to–”

Jade’s entire demeanour changed as her voice trailed off.

Over to her old place.

Suresh’s eyelids pressed shut, as he felt the familiar knot in his stomach. That band around his chest wasn’t getting any looser, either.

She’d moved in four months ago. Four. Months. But all her mail still went to her old place, to collect from the elderly lady who lived downstairs. Every time. Every single time it came up, it caused yet another fight. Another huge argument.

“What was in the package?”

“Oh, er… just... a few bits and bobs.”

He brushed his fingers against her leg, but couldn't hide the hurt in his voice. “Jade… You promised.”

She held up her hands defensively. “I know, I know. I just… I know.”

He glanced out the window at the dark clouds that were suddenly looming overhead. A few slow sprinkles of rain misted the window, as he turned back to her.

“You know how it makes me feel.”

“I know, Resh. I will. I promise.”

“You said that last time,” he whispered.

Jade chewed her lip, but said nothing, so he dropped it. He couldn’t have this argument now. His stomach was already knotted with nerves. He didn’t need the sickness of fighting with Jade as well.

They arrived at the function, and the rain was well and truly coming down. Suresh threw up his umbrella, running around to the other side of the car before the concierge even had a chance, opening the door for her, and shielding her from the rain. She smiled gratefully up at him, and he pulled her under the awning, making sure to keep her under his arm, where she was safe and dry.

As they entered, he took just a few steps away from her to fetch her a glass of champagne. As he turned, he stole a glance over the crowd. And as he’d expected, the eyes of the room fell had fallen to Jade.

But Jade’s were on him, and him alone.

She wasn't just beautiful. She made everything around her beautiful. She made everyone who spoke to her more beautiful. Made every sound more beautiful. She had such a hold over him, this woman. She had it over everyone, really. She had an effortless wildness about her. An unpredictability that kept you on your toes. If the world was a function room full of lawyers, Jade was a summer breeze through an open window. She was swirling leaves. She was sunshine. And she was his.

There were only a few paces between them, but was drawn to her side as if the wind was at his back. He held her glass for her, and she slipped her arm into his, making him feel several feet taller as they walked down the few stairs to the main floor.

He spotted his boss, Charlie from across the floor, embroiled in a deep conversation with Marisol lo Truglio. Her long hair was tied back tonight, but she seemed to be in a pleasant mood, for once.

Suresh glanced down at Jade, pulling her toward Charlie, who spotted him, calling him over.

“Charlie! This is–”

“Jade,” Charlie laughed. “Yeah, I know. I recognise her from your laptop background.”

She beamed up at Suresh, who wasn’t even the slightest bit embarrassed about it.

“Jade, this is Charlie.”

Jade met Charlie’s outstretched hand, beaming at him. “It’s so great to finally meet you. Resh only complains about you a few nights a week, I promise.”

Charlie laughed loudly, and the conversation flowed freely. A small group of senior partners gathered, completely charmed by Jade, as usual. Suresh noted a glare from Marisol, who was now standing alone, save for Carl from I.T.

“So how long have you two been together?” One of the partners’ wives asked, her face as warm and sweet as the question.

“Just over a year,” Suresh said, smiling down at Jade, who met his eyes as if he was her entire universe.

“Oooh, so it must be getting near time to…. Hmmm?” The older woman asked, with a chuckle.

“Who knows?” Suresh chuckled. They hadn’t talked about it, so he just shot her a smile and a coy wink, silently apologising for putting her on the spot. “Maybe?”

Jade’s eyes widened like she’d been stuck with a branding iron.

“What?” She laughed, loudly. “Don’t you even think about it!"

She didn’t elaborate, and an awkward laugh escaped his lips, prompting everyone else to laugh along. He smiled, crinkling his eyes to make sure it looked authentic, despite the fact that the band around his chest had just been twisted.

He sat there, already deep in his own fucking thoughts, when Charlie clinked a spoon against his champagne glass. Charlie launched into a long winded speech about the huge corporate contracts they’d won that year, and the exciting years that were ahead for the firm.

“...and I’ll be very excited to formally release the names of these new clients over the coming weeks. But one thing I can tell you, is that we’ll be needing some fresh, young talent to continue the astronomical growth of the firm. So we’re here tonight to announce and welcome our newest junior partner, and the youngest to ever be offered the role…

Marisol lo Truglio.”

Suresh’s stomach practically fell out of his mouth, as his hands moved of their own accord, applauding Marisol just as enthusiastically as everyone else in the room. Marisol gave a small, professional nod, a controlled smile on her face.

Charlie glanced briefly in his direction, still smiling widely, and nodded for a chat off to the side. Suresh silently slipped over toward him, in a complete daze.

“Charlie…” He said, in disbelief.

“I know, mate. I know. I’m so sorry.”

“What happened?”

Charlie sighed. “It’s out of my hands. That huge client you brought in - ITV? They put a last minute addendum in their contract that requires their lawyer to be available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. The partners voted… and…”

Suresh stared at him, waiting for him to finish.

“No one’s of the opinion that you’re not an incredible lawyer, Resh. You are. But… Marisol barely dates, she’s in the office late every single day… The partners just thought she seemed a bit more… committed. To her work.”

Suresh nodded, the band around his chest feeling like it was about to snap completely in half. His body smiled on his behalf, with a nod.

“Maybe next year.” He chuckled.

His positivity prompted a clap on the shoulder from Charlie. “Too right, mate. Too right.”

He'd known something was off. He'd felt it.

He’d known it when he’d declined a call last weekend because he’d been out at dinner with Jade, celebrating their one-year anniversary.

He’d known it when he’d waited for her, again, while she was late, again, because she refused. REFUSED to change her postal address to their apartment.

It would take ten minutes at the post office. Ten fucking minutes. How many times had he begged her?

When they’d gotten together, his friends had all joked around that she’d have trouble tying him down. Making him stop partying. Making him stop flirting. But he had, instantly. Immediately. Without hesitation.

And look where it’d gotten him?

Sitting at a work function, in exactly the same place for another year, because he’d dared commit to his girlfriend instead of his fucking career.

And she wouldn't do the same for him.

She couldn’t. Even. Change. Her fucking. Address.

He downed glass after glass after glass after glass, to try and loosen his muscles. To release some of the tension in the band that was now constricting him.

“Baby, come on. Time to go.”

“I’m staying out for a while.”

She sighed, slipping in next to him. “You can’t beat yourself up over it, babe. They probably picked Marisol because she’s…”

“Committed,” he growled.

She smiled. “I was going to say boring, but sure, why not?”

Suresh slammed his scotch back down on the bar, louder than he expected.

“Is that what you think? That being committed to something is boring?”

“That’s not what I said.”

“But it’s what you meant.” He snarled. “It’s what you always mean. You remind me of it. Over and over and over, you throw it back in my fucking face.”

A deep offence slapped itself across Jade's face. That pretty, pretty face that got her out of everything. The one he never said no to. The one he worshipped.

“Yeah, go on Jade. Act shocked. Act like it’s a fucking surprise to you. Act like you don’t know how much it fucking destroys me. I swear, it's like you enjoy watching me suffer.”

“Excuse me?” She said, absolutely incredulous.

He just shook his head. “You’re so fucking desperate to cling on to that one link to your single life. Anything to remind yourself that you’ve still got an out.”

“You’ve got no fucking idea what you’re talking about, Suresh.”

“Just fucking admit it. It's why you won't change your address. It’s why you shot down the idea of being married to me in front of half the fucking partners, making me look like an absolute fucking idiot.”

“Suresh, stop talking. Drop it.”

His neck was burning up with the rage. “All I do is stop talking, Jade. All I do is drop it. I’m so fucking sick of it.”

“I’m not speaking to you when you’re like this.” She snatched her bag from the bar top, turning on her heel and walking toward the door.

“Yeah alright, go then." he spat.

"Bye, Jade. See you at the apartment you apparently don’t live in.”

The sarcasm in his voice was more liquid than the dregs of his Glenfiddich, practically drenching her in it as she left, slamming the door behind her. He resisted the urge to throw the glass across the room, and instead looked at the bartender, motioning for another one. They looked almost hesitant to pour him another, but one courtroom glare and he had another double in front of him.

Eventually, he decided he’d have to go elsewhere, as some of the senior partners were still milling about.

May as well pretend that he wasn’t about to go on a raging, alcohol-fuelled bender spanning the entire night. He shook a few hands, perfectly poised and professional, farewelling the partners, and stepped out into the night.

The rain was coming down harder than ever, and he threw his coat over his head as he made his way down to the messy hole-in-the-wall the owners called a pub. There was a girl there that had a crush on him, and he knew he could flirt his way into getting her to serve him alcohol until he passed out in a booth again.

He stumbled in, half drenched and half sloshed, approached the bar, and pointed. The Waitress giggled behind her hand, and handed him the bottle of Glenfiddich, and a glass.

He curled up in the corner booth, his legs on the seat, and poured the former into the latter, sipping at it, running his finger along the cracked wood on the table top as he replayed everything in his head.

He tried to figure out where he’d fucking gone wrong. The tension on that god damned band around his chest was almost at a breaking point, but he couldn't will himself to just go the fuck home. He wanted to make her worry. Just a little. Just enough to understand how she'd made him feel.

His hands clenched around his glass, tighter and tighter, trying to find some semblance of peace from the hurricane that was whirling in his mind. He felt a tear starting to prick the side of his eye, when the pressure on the glass suddenly eased.

He looked down at the shattered tumbler, staring at the bright red that began to surround it. It didn’t hurt, in fact, he barely noticed it, and was instead quite annoyed that there was blood dripping into the whisky that remained in his glass.

The Waitress heard the smash, though, and rushed over.

“My god, Suresh, what have you done?”

She grabbed him by the arm, yelling instructions at someone, telling them to cover her. She dragged him to the storeroom, running his hand under some water, and pulled a large shard of glass out of it. She sat him on a stool, and he almost felt himself starting to sober up a little, as his hand finally began to hurt.

She was so gentle. So caring. So calm. Wrapping his hand in gauze and a bandage, making sure not to hurt him.

And she was smiling at him.

The next thing he knew, he had her bent over the desk, his fingers grasping her hips.

Fucking her. Hard.

Woah, how’d this happen?

He watched as her knuckles whitened as they gripped the desk, and he heard her say something about coming. It felt pretty fuckin’ great as she did, god she was tight. He’d be coming too, pretty soon.

Fuck. Was he wearing a condom? He hoped so. He knew he had some in his wallet. They were right behind the picture of…

Shit.

He pulled out of her, and took a step back, steadying himself against the wall, his breath heaving.

The Waitress pulled herself up, and dropped to her knees in front of him, peeling the condom off him, and taking him in her mouth. God it felt good.

In the back of his mind, something was screaming at him to stop. But the dull thud of need was drowning it out. The Waitress wanted him. Desired him. Was here. He let his hands fall to her hair, and he hated how different it felt. But it didn’t stop him from grabbing handfuls of it, pulling her head against him as she worked him closer. He felt the band inside him disintegrating, falling apart, tearing at the seams, as he finally came with a groan, his hips bucking into her mouth with reckless abandon.

Suresh felt the tears in the sides of his eyes start to prickle again, and he slid down the wall, his hands in his hair, as he broke into a sob.

The Waitress whispered something to him, trying to soothe him, but he just gasped Jade’s name after every breath.

“Who’s Jade?” She whispered back but he couldn’t care less about the anger in her voice. He just sat there, against the wall, overwhelmed and confused, her name the only thing his mouth would allow him to speak.

“Is… Holy shit, are you married?”

He let out a sob so deep he thought it’d snatch every breath from his chest.

“I fucking wish.”

Suresh awoke in a soft, white bed, with an ungodly amount of sunlight blasting onto his face. The linen was expensive, and he could feel the embroidered edge of the pillowcase branding his face. The beautifully minimalist clock next to him read that it was already after 11am. He lifted his head, looking around, a brief sensation of not knowing where the fuck he was. He lifted himself off his stomach, as he tried to get his bearings. It was a hotel of some sort, for sure. And a nice one. Very nice. A beautiful view of the city, too.

He’d have to bring Jade here some…

His breath left him like a hand had reached down his throat and snatched it. Blood rushed to the back of his neck, his face hot, the sour acid of vomit in his mouth.

Oh my god.

What have I done?

He gathered up his clothes, trying to dress, but paused. He caught sight of himself in the mirror, and saw it.

Lipstick. Just inside the collar of his white shirt. Literal lipstick on his collar. He smelled his clothes, and he could still smell The Waitress’s perfume on them.

He couldn’t go home like this. He had to get to Jade. He had to tell her. Confess that he'd fucked another girl.

But he had to at least give Jade the basic respect of not stinking of her when he came home.

He called reception, charging one-hour dry cleaning to his room, and wrapped himself in the bathrobe, handing his suit to the concierge. He shaved, avoiding his own gaze as much as possible, his own eyes looking back at him with all the judgement in the world.

The shower was scalding, and his skin burned and stung, but he turned the water as hot as it would go, trying to scrub the disgust from his skin.

He paced the room for a while, trying to figure out what the fuck he was going to say to Jade, when the concierge knocked, returning his suit. He brought it to his face, smelling it. The Waitress’s perfume was long gone, as was her lipstick. The evidence wiped away.

And it almost made him feel worse. It felt like he was trying to hide it from her.

Should he have just gone home straight away?

He pulled his now-pressed clothes on, rushing downstairs and checking out, still completely at a loss for what the fuck he was going to say to Jade.

Beg, Suresh. Fucking beg. Tell her the truth, get down on your fucking knees, and beg.

The lift to their apartment was agonisingly busy for a Saturday morning, having to stop at almost every floor before it got to the penthouse. He practically threw his keys in the door, bursting through it to find…

Nothing.

His furniture was there, but nothing else. It was bare. Completely bare. Stripped.

He sprinted into the bedroom, falling over himself as he slid to a stop in front of the walk-in wardrobe he’d put in especially for her. His suits hung alone along the right-hand side. The left-hand side was empty, a few loose, wooden hangers in the corner.

The bathroom. Their drawers. Her bedside table.

Empty.

“No. No, no, no, no, no.” He whispered.

He ran back to the living room, and saw it. On the counter, his laptop. Open.

Waiting.

Suresh walked over to it, and tapped the trackpad, and lifted his hand to his mouth.

It was logged in to his email, with one unread. From Jade.

There was no text, just…

A video.

He knew from the thumbnail precisely what it was. But some deep, masochistic part of his body pulled his finger toward the space bar.

He watched himself on CCTV. Slide his hands up The Waitress's skirt. Bend her over the desk. Open his wallet. Move the picture of Jade to the side to reach the condoms. Fuck The Waitress with zero hesitation.

Then he watched himself pull away.

He watched himself realise what he was doing.

And he watched himself keep going anyway.

It continued to play as he pulled his phone from his pocket, dialling Jade’s number with shaking hands.

The number you have dialled is not available. Please check the number and try again.

The tears were catching. His breath shallow. His stomach in his throat.

The number you have dialled is not available. Please check–

The number you have dialled is not–

The number you–

The num–

The n–

The laptop’s screen went black, and all he could see was his own face reflected by the screen. He tried to exit out of the screen, the computer jamming, slowing, almost as if it was trying to torture him by showing him his own face. The face of the man who’d just managed to destroy the one thing he’d sworn to always protect.

Her.

He picked up his laptop just as it switched to his background, the picture of him and Jade like a stab in the throat.

It cut to black again, showing only his own disgusting reflection, so he threw it across the room as hard as he could.

The barstools were next, then the vase, hurled at the wall with everything he had, the cry of agony doing nothing to quell the sickness that was choking him. There was no scream he could muster, no object heavy enough, no one thing in the apartment they were supposed to call home that was enough. He had to break it all. He had to destroy it.

He’d destroyed everything else.

What did it matter?

His sweat was mixing with the fresh, clean smell of his suit, and it felt disgusting on his skin. He ripped it from his body, tearing at the buttons, but as he tried to take off the trousers, his wallet fell. And, like a cigarette burn from God, it landed face up, taunting him, punishing him with the picture of Jade he loved so much.

He picked it up, holding it in his hands like it was the only possession he had in the world.

And he fell to his knees, knowing it was the only one that actually mattered.

Jade didn’t scream. She didn’t yell. She didn’t say anything at all while she marched to the wardrobe, throwing all of her clothes into one of the many, many suitcases they’d used to travel the world together.

She blinked back the tears as they came, and the acid in the throat as it rose.

No. She wouldn’t let him make her cry.

He didn’t deserve it.

He didn’t deserve that tiny, navy box in her bedside table. The one containing the platinum band. The one with a halo of Sri Lankan sapphires around the middle.

He didn’t deserve for her to have run across town to pick it up, so that she could do it tonight. The same night he made partner. While they were all dressed up and he was on top of the world.

He didn’t deserve for her to have kept her old mailbox for this exact reason. For four. Fucking. Months.

He didn’t deserve for her to have taken his call at 2am, only to find it wasn’t him at all, but just some poor, sobbing girl begging for her email address.

It was after 11 by the time she pulled the last picture down off the wall. She threw it into the trash bag with the others, as her brother picked up the last of her suitcases.

She dumped the trash bag down the garbage chute, the shatter of the broken glass like music to her fucking ears.

He didn’t deserve for her to be so committed to him. For her to be so sure about him.

But the thing he deserved the least?

A chance to explain.

A gentle knock on his office door, and a soft voice.

“Resh?”

“Hey Mari, come in.”

Marisol stepped into his office, laptop in hand, and closed the door behind her. “So you know how you’ve been a really good friend to me this past year, and helped me not look like a fucking idiot, while taking absolutely zero credit for it?”

Suresh didn’t look up. “Mmmhmmm.”

“And remember how I said I’d find a way to repay you some day?”

Suresh huffed a laugh out of his nose. “Mmmhmmm.”

“You know ITV? How they have that show Love Island?”

He rubbed his temples, throwing Marisol a tired glance, encouraging her to please get to the point.

“Well, we just got the contracts for the next round of contestants. And… um…” She placed the laptop in front of him, and he glanced at the name, and stopped breathing.

Jade Petrunich.

Marisol laughed as his watch beeped at him, letting him know his heart rate was elevated.

But Suresh was absolutely not laughing.

The thought of her going on a dating show… it…

No, he pleaded, to no God in particular.

“So here’s the part where I pay you back. We've done psych evals, contract negotiation, all that jazz. But we ran background checks, and one of the guys has an assault charge he didn’t disclose. The producers are in the meeting room, and they were freaking out about not having a replacement, and I might’ve mentioned…”

Suresh’s throat practically closed over. “You didn’t.”

“They were fascinated by the ex-boyfriend angle. And they're not going to be able to get someone else properly screened on such short notice. But you had to do all those to get hired here. They said they’d compensate the firm, of course. Charlie’s already practically wanking over the idea. If it goes well, it’ll secure them as a client for life.”

He felt like he’d just been slapped. What would this mean for his career? Would people be able to take him seriously after this? What about jury selection? Could it influence the pool? Do magistrates watch Love Island? And everyone would find out about why he and…

But the thoughts seemed to evaporate from his mind, as they were replaced by the only one that mattered.

Jade.

With absolutely zero hesitation, he looked up at Marisol, and nodded.

She smiled, peering over her glasses at him.

“Hope you’ve been going to the gym, babe. They want to see you with your shirt off.”

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