Someone looked in the files for All Stars and if they're true we're supposed to have Grace, Kelly, Uma, Eddie and Marshall return later in the season. We're also supposed to see Cassius and Zeph for the first time according to them.
Ty bestie!! Not me having to look up Cassius and Zeph because I completely forgot who they were only to remember we never saw these guys!!! I’m actually most excited for them. Amelia talked about Zeph so much that season I NEED to see what he looks like. Watch him be so mid lol.. but so far I’m so unimpressed with the cast
which 3 litg islanders are the most your type on paper?
Thanks for the ask! ☺️
This is hard question. Only 3?
Alright so looks wise the only thing I don’t typically go for are gym buffs. Guys that love the gym and working out and building muscle. I don’t really like buff guys 🤷🏻♀️ so sadly guys like Gary, Tai, Oliver aren’t who I would go for in real life (but I adore them in game).
My type on paper I would say is:
Bobby
Bruno
Andy
I like a guy that’s funny. I love to laugh and goof around. I like guys that don’t take themselves too seriously and are confident in who they are as a man. And I think these litg characters best fit that description.
To be clear, I hate Kat and Finn in general, but this is my criticism for ANY season. I do not care about 2 islanders and their in-fighting / relationship drama. Do not force me to be in the middle of it
That’s totally valid, anon. Being forced to play mediator/engage in the islanders’ drama can be tiring, especially when it happens almost every season and most of the fights are pretty pointless but drag on forever.
I’m hesitant to give FB any positive acknowledgment since they always disappoint me in some way or another, but I appreciated that we had the option to not get involved when Kat was trying to kick off with Finn in the last episode. I'm expecting that to change next week, but I’ll take what I can get.
Honestly, if any two other characters were going at it, I wouldn’t really care since my brain typically checks out during those fights anyway. but I have zero patience for Kat and Finn’s drama. I did my time during S5 and don’t want to be reminded of it.
Hiii!!! I saw you reblogged the positivity ask game, so
1, 6 and 20 please!!!!
Ah!! Thank you for the ask.
1.) This makes me realize that I'm a little uncultured and most of my fics comprise of Lucas ones, but the two I always go back to are Dealbreaker by @sailorpleiades and The Tender Trap by @notasdriedapricots
6.) The talent!! You guys are so talented and creative! Also from my experince of everyone I've interacted with, y'all are so nice. There's always those one off people but can't be bothered with them, you know.
20.) I would say Henrik in terms of LI's, I feel like he's just sweetest and most genuine thing. In terms of non LI's Genevieve. Is she underrated? I don't see much of her, but maybe I've been MIA if she's actually popular? I love her though and Thabi.
can someone please do a smut fanfic with harry ? where they like won a challenge or smth and get to go to the hideaway for the night? thank you sm if you do :)
HOW THE TURN TABLES
S3 | Harry/MC | 2300+ words | @crimswnred
Zoe and Harry have been in a couple for the most part of the season but it's the first night the Hideaway is open. NSFW
"... and the winning couple is…"
Harry grabbed Zoe's hand and closed his eyes, hoping for the best. The challenge had been the hardest of the season so far — the first physical they had — and it was worth a night on the Hideaway. Every couple had done their best to win this thing and, to make his anxiety worse, they were picking the winners based on how fast they completed the race.
It had been challenging from the moment Harry took a look at what Zoe was wearing. Her tanned skin was completely exposed if not for a white crop top that was too tight for its own good and tiny little red shorts that, god, made her legs look divine. She was the most majestic out of all the others and he knew that his eyes wouldn't be leaving her any time soon.
Then, the girls had to get wet. And the one thing everybody knew about tight white tees was that they turned see-through when they were wet. Right there, Harry's semi had become a full-on hard-on and it only got worse as the challenge progressed.
"Don't worry," Zoe whispered beside him and squeezed his hand. "We can rock those communal bedrooms all night."
She was right and they had been doing so for the past week. But this was the Hideaway and if anyone deserved it, it was them. They were the couple who were together for the longest time out of the others this season and boy, he needed this time alone with her.
Because Zoe was the fittest, hottest, sexiest and most gorgeous woman he had ever met in his life and the things that would cross his mind were not speakable or doable in a communal bedroom. He needed a space where it was just the two of them.
"We need to win, Zo."
And as he whispered that, Viv announced: "Harry and Zoe!"
The rest of the day dragged itself until it was the time for them to finally part to the Hideaway, with a cheer from the other islanders, the ones that would have to settle for the communal bedroom and Seb's snores for the night while Zoe and Harry had strawberries and champagne and sex.
Mainly sex.
He had left with his party outfit — a white shirt that was already unbuttoned, a tie that was now only a decorative item around his neck and a pair of black trousers — but Zoe? Zoe had dressed for the occasion.
Her hair was slightly curly at the end, something he hadn't seen her wear before, but that looked sexy nonetheless. She had a white robe that covered her body and a white pair of underwear she was wearing under it. She had white slippers on that matched the robe, but Harry was more interested in what she looked without it all.
"This place looks great," he said as soon as they stepped inside and his eyes got used to the neon lights. "Wanna pop the champagne?"
"I want you to sit down."
Her sharp tone made the hair on his nape stand and his body immediately followed what had felt like an order. He took a seat on the edge of the bed and eyed her expectantly.
She moved closer and kissed him, mouth open and tongue ready to take him, her hands exploring his hand before her nails scratched his nape. Harry couldn't help but moan into the kiss, motivated by the blissful sensation. Zoe promptly put herself between his legs, her knee brushing against his bulge deliberately.
"Zoe," he called for her as she broke off their kiss.
She winked at him and moved her hands to take his shirt off, dropping it somewhere near the bed — Harry couldn't care less. Then, she opened her robe, revealing her silk matching set of underwear, both barely covering anything, and slid the clothing piece out of her arms, letting it fall on the ground.
Zoe straddled him, flipping her hair back before pulling him by the tie. She brought him closer and he felt his cock twitching under her as she whispered in his ear: "Do you mind if I use this?" He shook his head and swallowed hard, and she pushed him into the bed, back to the mattress. She took him by the mouth, kissing him mouth-open, tongues almost fighting and it was distraction enough for her to bring both his hands over his head.
"What are you doing?" He wondered in a quiet whisper. But she was already tying him up to the headboard.
"Don't worry," she giggled, giving the tie the last knot. "You'll love it."
He nodded in response, a smirk growing on his lips as she lowered down and down. Her lips left a trail of hot wet kisses on his skin, all the way through his abs until she reached his trousers. Her hands worked with his zipper and buttons, rolling it out of his body but then… Nothing.
He looked over where she was, finding nothing but his own body and he then he moved his head around the best he could due to his position. "Where'd you go?" He asked, his position not helping with his search at all.
"Grabbing a condom," she answered but there was something wrong with her voice, almost as if she had her mouth full…
"What's that in your mouth?" He asked again and she giggled before straddling him again.
She looked at him with mischief in her eyes and opened her mouth, poking her tongue out of it so he could see. There was nothing. "You're getting paranoid, love, we can stop if you don't trust me yet…"
His eyes widened. "No, no, l trust you!"
"Really?" She smiled, her eyes brighter than all of the neon lights.
And god, he would do anything for that smile. "Really."
She winked at him, lowering her head back to where it was. Slowly, she played with the hem of his boxers, fiddling with it before setting his hard-on free. The expectancy was killing him, the fact he couldn't see what she was doing made his heart beat faster than it ever did. He could feel his blood pumping directly to his dick, the silence falling in the room and then…
It was cold. Ice cold. She had her mouth around his cock, her tongue twirling and making him flinch. "Fuck," he groaned under his breath and he could swear she sighed in satisfaction. She must have slipped an ice cube back then, probably the reason why she was talking like that, and now Harry could feel every inch of her tongue on his sensitive skin as she turned and bopped her head.
"Fuck, Zoe," he gasped. "So fucking good."
He could feel her smile as her hands joined her mouth, and now her tongue was focused on the tip of his cock while she pumped him, working him until breaking point. And as if she knew what was coming, she took him back into her mouth, letting him bulk his hips in a sloppy rhythm until he was coming undone inside her.
Her mouth left his dick with a pop before she moved to let him recover. "God, Zo," he said after a few seconds, panting, before turning to her.
His eyes widened as soon as they found her. She was sitting down on the bed, facing him, legs spread open. One of her hands was holding herself in position, behind her; the other was moving her underwear a little to the side, just enough so she could reach it.
"Come here," he asked, but she shook her head. "Please?"
Instead of giving in, she flipped her hair back again and moved her hand between her legs, her fingertips slowly tracing circles around her clit. Fuck, fuck, fuck… Harry thought, already feeling his blood rushing again.
Unable to keep a slow pace, she got faster and faster, small and beautifully high-pitched moans escaping her mouth. She looked gorgeous, nipples poking through her silky bra as drops of sweat dripped down her neck and her mouth hung open, she furrowed her brows and kept going.
"Fuck, Harry," she called for him, shutting her eyes. His name had never sounded so better in anyone else's voice before.
He watched her pull two fingers inside, her hips involuntarily shaking as she fingered herself. His cock twitched painfully, completely hard again as she called his name. He couldn't take his eyes off her, her fingers that moved inside and out again.
"Yeah, Zo," he encouraged her. "Cum for me, baby."
She hummed deliciously loud to his words, licking her lips wet as her hands kept working faster and faster until Harry could see her legs shaking and she jerked her head back.
"Yes yes, yes, yes," she said, over and over again, each time getting higher and higher. And then, she was completely undone, back to the mattress and all Harry could hear was her voice. "Jesus Christ."
She sat up and leaned towards Harry again, and he felt the knot of the tie get looser. "We are already done?"
"Fuck no," she said with a short chuckle. "I just desperately need you over me fucking me senseless, like, right this minute."
She didn't need to tell him twice. Harry caught her by her neck as soon as he was set free, swiftly moving her body under his and grabbing her hands, tying her in a similar position as he was moments before. God blessed the day he decided to take that tie to Love Island.
"Damn," she bit down her lower lip, trying to prevent a giggle from escaping her. "How the turn tables, huh?"
He roared with laughter before kissing her again. "I love you so fucking much Zoe."
"I love you, too, Harry," she said, smiling.
She leaned to kiss him again but he backed off, leaving her lips to meet the skin of her neck and chest, kissing all over her collarbone, slowly. With her position, he couldn't take her bra off completely, so he lowered the piece, just enough so he could take her nipples in his mouth, flickering and alternating between them with his tongue, prompting tiny little moans and hums that bubbled out of her.
"Don't be a tease…" she begged as she brought both her legs up, him in the middle, but Harry could only chuckle in response.
"Says you." He said right back before his lips could move lower and lower, kissing her stomach and hips before moving to her thighs, then inner thighs and then finally hovering over her slit.
But then he backed off, making her whimper. "Harry," she cried out loud, puckering her lips at him, but he didn't bother. Instead, he brought his thumb to her lower lip and she immediately licked it, wrapping her mouth around it as she had done with his dick some minutes back. She sucked it, sloppy, releasing it with yet another loud 'pop'.
She smirked and he mirrored her, lowering his thumb between them as he slowly rubbed her clit. "Open," he said before kissing one of her knees. She obeyed, spreading her legs even further than before, letting him keep his movements on her sweet spot.
"Tell me what you want," he said, positioning himself.
"I want you inside me," she whimpered.
He slid his cock against her entrance, teasing her. "Ask for it," he said. No, ordered. God, she could drive him mad sometimes.
"Harry, please, fuck me?" She begged and he saw her eyes turn into those fuck me beautiful blues she had.
Not being able to keep it together for another second, Harry thrust inside her slowly enough to make her gasp. He kept a calm pace, matching the movements of his finger, and brought one of her legs to his shoulders, slowly caressing her thigh and occasionally planting kisses on her skin.
"Faster, baby, please," Zoe pleaded.
Harry's blood was pumping and he could feel every inch of his skin catching on fire every time she would let one of her high-pitched moans out. But having her tied and pleading? It was a kind of satisfaction on its own, one that Harry had never had before. One that made him crave for her, more and more.
He lifted his pace, holding onto the bed's headboard, his hips moved faster and harder, and he could feel drops of sweat forming and dripping on his forehead. "Fuck, hmm…" she groaned under him and he could see her clasping her hands, her fingernails dug deep into her own skin. "Just like that, Harry, yes, yes, yes."
His eyes ran down her, drinking her every move. She was fucking gorgeous, with dark hair messed by the sheets, perfect tits that bounced under him with each thrust, plumped red lips that were now open as a long, delicious moan left her. Having her like that had always felt magical as if Harry had just won life's lottery and someone had forgotten to tell him.
"Fuck," he roared, an urgency to close the gap between them filling his chest.
Kissing the leg over his shoulder, he brought the other up before lowering down, the new position allowing him to reach deeper inside her and kiss her with all the love he had in his heart.
She moaned quietly into the kiss, each movement causing a new reaction from her. He felt her legs twitching under him, her walls clenched around him and she released his mouth, calling his name as she came undone.
Harry pressed his forehead against hers, riding her through her peak until he, too, was a complete mess and his pace became sloppy. When he felt his climax, he pulled out of her, letting her catch her breath as he pumped himself until he was cumming over her stomach.
He moved to lay beside her, kissing her neck and cheeks over and over again as he untied her hands from the headboard. She giggled, massaging her wrists as she huddled closer to him.
"Fuck me," he heard her saying and chuckled. "I hope they let us be here again."
"Already thinking about next time?" Harry joked as he hugged her.
She sighed, nodding slowly. "You think we can try blindfolded next?"
this will be a one-shot of carl taking control of a conflict in a way he’s never handled a situation before. we’re dealing with one of his messy assistants who can’t cross a line between professionalism and “friendship”. this story takes place at a fundraiser event—one of the most important nights for carl and his network, but is ruined due to the tension amongst his girlfriend (the reader) and his jealous assistant, serena.
here’s a snippy snip under the cut!
“You must be the infamous lover of Carl’s?” she boasts, manicured hands positioned on either side of her hips. Sarcasm is clear in her voice, given that she’s heard of you a few times, but you brush off the urge to say anything petty in response.
Chuckling at her, you straighten your previous slumped posture before answering. “Infamous is an honourable way of describing me, but yes, I’m his-'' you are both interrupted by someone clearing their throat. Turning your head, you see Carl approaching, but not exactly looking your way. His eyes are fixated on the woman standing next to you, a stunned look so visible on his face.
“S-Serena, you made it. I see you’ve already met my girlfriend?” he gestures towards you, now his eyes are focused on your presence.
“Of course I have! And she’s quite lovely. It’s a shame that you rarely mention her at work.”
Serena’s interest was no longer in you, but now on the man standing in front of her. If you were thinking of one word to describe the look on this woman’s face, “seductive” would be fitting. It didn’t help that the cleavage of her dress left little to the imagination.
I will tell you as is my dear friend and obviously amazing writer— what have you’d one to me? Ciaran…that’s all I can say right now because…wow…just wow
OMG YOU STOP THAT!!!!!!!!!
BLUSHING BLUSHING BLUSHING STOP RIGHT NOW!!!
thank you so so much, argh, I miss Ciaran. Hes so cute
