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0shewrites0 · 1 year

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THE HEART WANTS WHAT IT WANTS

S2 | Gary/MC | 2700+ words | @0shewrites0

synopsis | Gary is genuinely happy with Maeve, but Lottie doesn't believe he is being honest. She is jealous of Maeve and angry that Gary ditched her for Maeve. Together with Hannah she thinks about how she can test him, or rather how she can make him regret that he ever coupled up with Maeve. She wants to remind him that she - Lottie - is the one he really wants.

prompt | rewriting Operation Nope @litgwritersroom

genre | fluff. non-canonical. rated T.

author’s note | I've never written for Gary before, so I wanted to challenge myself. I'm sorry in advance if I didn't capture his character properly, but I tried anyway. And it was fun to write him. I like fluff with Gary so much🤍

"UGH!" Lottie feigned retching and rolled her eyes.

Startled, Hannah looked up, following Lottie's gaze, and her eyes widened when she saw Gary and Maeve in the outdoors gym. Gary was doing push-ups while Maeve was underneath him. Each time he lowered himself to the ground, he pressed a kiss to her lips and then pushed himself back up.

Maeve giggled, her face flushed as she barely managed to look into his bright blue eyes that gazed down at her, and his lips twisted into a grin. Small beads of sweat formed on his forehead and chest, but he kept going, his muscles tensing, his strong arms braced on either side of Maeve’s shoulders.

Both Lottie and Hannah stared at them, bewildered - Lottie because she still couldn't believe that Gary had chosen Maeve over her, and twice, and Hannah because she couldn't for the life of her imagine lying under a guy, having to endure his panting, the sweat trickling down his face and onto her own, and getting sticky, sweaty kisses.

What was hot about it? Ew! She shuddered in disgust, averting her eyes and looking at Lottie instead. "That's disgusting, isn't it?"

"Mmm..." replied Lottie absentmindedly, her gaze still fixed on Gary, her eyelid twitching nervously as she clenched her teeth in annoyance.

"Lottie," Hannah tried again, putting her hand on Lottie's arm and squeezing it gently, "stop watching them. You'll feel miserable."

Lottie scoffed, "Oh, I'm miserable already, thank you very much." But she turned her back on them and turned her attention to Hannah, frowning and pouting. "I just don't understand why he would choose her over me. When we came in he didn't even notice her, he didn't step forward for her!"

Hannah clamped her mouth shut, knowing this was going to be one of those endless rants about how Lottie thought she was the perfect partner for Gary, and she decided to just listen and nod her head in agreement. There was no stopping her anyway.

"Are you even listening to me, Han?" Lottie suddenly snapped, glaring at Hannah with her emerald eyes.

The latter nodded quickly and forced a smile, "Of course I am. And I agree, I don't get it either."

For a moment Lottie watched her suspiciously, then waved her hand dismissively. "It's like I don't even exist anymore!" She turned back around, fixed her gaze on the gym and was annoyed to see Gary still doing push-ups and kissing Maeve. "What is it about her? I thought he liked opinionated women, someone who could talk back, but with her it's like she's the complete opposite. Always all sunny and happy, always trying to keep harmony and peace. It's so boring!"

"Maybe we should do something to get him interested in you again?" asked Hannah quietly, almost not daring to say anything because she didn't want to make Lottie any angrier than she already was.

"What did you just say?" Lottie jerked her head around to stare at her, and Hannah wasn't sure, but it seemed like her eyes were shining. Like she was feeling hopeful again.

"I don't know, but if you think he's just forgotten you, maybe get him to remember you. We could test him and find out if he really likes Maeve that much or if she's just the easier option."

"The easier option? What's that supposed to mean?" Lottie narrowed her eyes again and scowled at her.

Hannah swallowed quickly, "I just meant that with her, he doesn't really have to try to make it seem like they're a good couple because they're so boring. Nothing ever happens, they haven't even had a fight yet. And maybe he's taking advantage of her because he knows she'll secure him a place in the finals? He could be playing the game..."

Lottie scoffed sarcastically, "I highly doubt the guy is smart enough to do anything like that. I mean, he's a crane operator. Doesn't take much cognitive ability, does it?"

Hannah winced briefly, wondering why Lottie even wanted him so badly if she thought so poorly of him, but she quickly brushed the thought off. She's just angry...

"But," Lottie put one of her impeccably manicured black fingernails to her chin and tapped it thoughtfully, "you do have a point. Maybe I can make him regret ever coupling up with her."

"Do you have a plan?" inquired Hannah hesitantly.

"Not yet, but I'll come up with one!"

••••••••••••••••

Gary stepped out of the shower, feeling refreshed and full of energy after his workout, dried himself off and couldn't help smiling when he thought of the visual of Maeve lying underneath him, beaming at him with flushed cheeks. She was not his type at all, at least not on paper, but lately he was wondering if maybe he had been wrong about his type all along. After all, he was already thinking about what his nan would say if he brought her home. And he was bloody sure she would adore her.

Maeve was laid-back, easy-going, happy, and she always managed to put a smile on his face, too. He felt comfortable around her, he didn't worry so much about his physique, and he caught himself no longer wondering so often if she thought he was hot. Because the way she looked at him, her sparkling eyes that lit up whenever he entered a room or came into her field of vision, and her lips that twisted into a genuine smile - it made the butterflies in his stomach go crazy.

And the way she touched his body delicately when they were alone, the way she gently squeezed his biceps or brushed her fingers over his pecs as if he were a work of art -

Gary shook his head sharply and forced himself to stop daydreaming like that. He softened around her, he could feel it, and part of him liked it, but he couldn't lose his cool completely either. He couldn't let goosebumps cover his body just thinking about her. It wasn't like he was already in love with her, or was he?

He scoffed softly, concentrating on getting ready, then made his way downstairs. He was jogging through the large, open lobby when he saw Lottie lounging on one of the big couches, stretching her body luxuriously, almost like a cat, seemingly oblivious to the fact that he had just entered the same room. His eyes raked over her figure for the briefest of seconds, then he cleared his throat, "Well, hello there."

Lottie lifted her head, gave him one of her piercing looks that made him feel extremely uncomfortable - and not in the good, sexy way - and gave him a lopsided grin. "Just got out of the shower, huh?"

Gary just nodded wordlessly.

When she realised he wasn't going to say anything more, she rolled her eyes, and sat up, crossing her legs and resting her hands in her lap. "How's it going? Is Maeve everything you ever wanted?"

Gary raised an eyebrow and came over to the couch facing her, propping his forearms on the soft backrest. "Where did that come from?" he asked suspiciously.

Lottie grinned and clicked her tongue, "Just asking. Because it's still early days and all that, you know."

"Yeah, I guess so..." murmured Gary, not breaking eye contact. "You happy with Bobby then?"

She burst out laughing, throwing her head back dramatically and wiping the non-existent tears from her eyes. "What do you think? We're hardly the next great romance."

He nodded curtly, "Fair enough. Bobby's more of a mate, isn't he?"

"Yeah, literally. We get on well, but there's nothing more between us."

He sensed she was trying to get something out of him without having to ask him directly, but he wasn't going to make it that easy for her. He wasn't blind, he had noticed both her and Hannah staring at him when he had done one of his training sessions earlier where Maeve had joined him. He didn't know exactly what her problem was, but he was wary.

"All right, I'll just come out and say it," she finally relented, standing up and walking towards him. Gary remained silent, waiting for her to continue, grinning inwardly. There it is.

"Are you really happy with Maeve? I remember you telling me what your type was on paper, and it's definitely not her..." She scanned his face for a reaction, but he gave her none. It wasn't long before she was standing right next to him, putting a hand on his bicep and adding, "I just worry about you. You don't seem yourself."

He scoffed, but quickly disguised it as a cough and thought to himself, Yeah, right. You’re worried. Of course you are.

"Listen, Lottie..." he began, but she interrupted him. "I just want you to be happy, you know? And I want you to be honest with yourself. What does your heart tell you?"

He tilted his head, only now realising how terribly close her face was, her familiar sandalwood scent wafting around him, her piercing green eyes boring into his face, trying to read him. "What does my heart tell me?" he asked, trying hard not to grin smugly.

"Yes, like..." she placed the hand that had been resting on his arm seconds before directly over his heart, then continued, "Is it telling you to keep trying with her, or is it telling you to weigh your other options a bit? We're only ten days in, not even halfway through the month."

He thanked the heavens that his heart was beating normally, that she was unable to raise his heart rate even though she was so close and her whole being practically flooded all his senses. He would have thought it would be more tempting if she were practically begging him to take her back, but there was nothing.

Sure, she had been fun to be with, she was a good kisser, and aside from all the weird spiritual, esoteric stuff, she was cool. But he had never felt the spark with her. The butterflies. Not like he felt them with Maeve now.

"So what does your heart tell you?" he deflected, suppressing a chuckle when he realised he'd caught her off guard.

She pulled back and shrugged, "Well, there are definitely better options for me than Bobby."

"Yeah? Like who? Lucas, maybe?"

Lottie raised an eyebrow and huffed, "Please, not even if he was the only option. He's hot, of course. But apart from that, he's not my type. I'm here for love, you know? Not just for a summer fling."

Gary nodded solemnly, then added, "Does Bobby know you're grafting on me?"

She flinched, surprised by his sudden directness, and her cheeks flushed. She tilted her head to the side, her long blondish-pink hair covering the side of her face so he couldn't see her, then murmured, "Weren't you listening? It's not going anywhere. It's not like he'd mind."

"So you are grafting me," he stated dryly. "Why?"

When she didn't answer, he continued, "I'm happy with Maeve, alright? And I think my heart is telling me to keep pursuing her. I'm sorry things aren't working out between you and Bobby, but I'm here for love too." He pushed himself off the back of the couch and walked past her to the glass doors that led out onto the lawn. Hand on the handle, he turned to the side and added, "Also, jealousy doesn't suit you, Lottie."

With that, he stepped out into the bright sunshine, his eyes scanning the lawn and his heart skipping a beat when he spotted Maeve lying on one of the inflatables with her eyes closed, floating across the pool.

He headed towards her, but halfway there Hannah stepped in his way. "Gary, have you seen Lottie?" she asked, sounding oddly nervous.

"Yeah, she's inside," he gestured towards the villa with his thumb and was about to leave when she grabbed his arm and stepped close to him, whispering, "She really likes you, you know? I know she's not so good with feelings, but she misses you."

She nibbled her lower lip anxiously, the grip of her slender fingers felt too tight around his forearm, and for a brief moment he didn't know what to do. His eyes fell on Maeve, still dozing on the inflatable, and suddenly he couldn't get away from Hannah fast enough.

He put his hand on hers and gently but firmly loosened her grip, then replied in a lowered voice, "First off, she should have told me herself. Secondly, that's nice, but I don't miss her. I really like Maeve a lot. And since you're playing Cupid, will you tell her?"

Her eyes widened in shock and her mouth dropped open. Gary seized the moment and left her to it. Falling into a light jog, he approached the pool where he immediately dived in, the cool water engulfing his body.

Well, that was fucking weird, he thought to himself, wondering if he should talk to Maeve about it. He couldn't see her getting angry or upset, to be honest, but it was the right thing to do, wasn't it?

When he came back up, inhaling deeply and sweeping his wet hair out of his forehead, two curious brown eyes were staring at him, twinkling mysteriously, and there it was again - the rumbling in his stomach.

"Hi!" Maeve exclaimed, flashing him a toothy smile, the bright freckles on her nose and cheeks dancing and sparkling in the sun, and he returned the grin. "Hey, love. Alright?"

Her grin widened and she nodded, then tried to get off the inflatable and into the water. Gary chuckled and looped an arm around her waist, finishing the job for her. She giggled as he pulled her against him and her arms automatically wrapped around his neck. He leaned in and touched his lips to hers. A warm, comforting feeling spread throughout his body as she returned the kiss and he felt her lips move against his.

Eventually, he pulled back and decided to come right out and say it. "Love, I have to tell you something," he began and his heart beat faster when her nose wrinkled and she frowned.

"Okay?" she hummed, and there was no trace of worry or jealousy in her voice. It put him at ease almost instantly. He brought his palm to her face and brushed her cheek, then smiled reassuringly at her, "Nothing happened, but I thought you should know anyway." She just nodded, her warm eyes open and honest as she looked at him. "I think Lottie tried to come on to me."

She raised an eyebrow, and he noticed one corner of her mouth twitch slightly. But she said nothing, so he continued, "And I think she's jealous. Of you."

At that, her eyebrows shot up to her hairline and Gary couldn't suppress the chuckle that escaped his lips. "Of me?" she asked, and her voice sounded so full of disbelief and genuine surprise that once again he couldn't help thinking that she really was the perfect match for him. "Yes, love, of you."

She shook her head, crinkling her nose again, and pouted, seemingly thoughtful. "Oh, is it because you chose me over her? At the last recoupling?"

He chuckled again, "Yeah, and at the recoupling before that too."

"Oops," she giggled and her cheeks flushed again, a lovely rosy hue.

Gary closed the distance between them and kissed her on the nose as the butterflies rioted in his stomach.

"And what did you say to her?" she finally asked softly.

He shrugged nonchalantly, "I told her I liked you, not her."

The blush on her face deepened and she rolled her eyes playfully, but where her chest pressed against his, he could feel her heart beating harder at his words.

"You're not going to leave me hanging now, are you? Do you like me too?" he probed, a smile playing around his lips.

She smacked his arm and rolled her eyes again, "Of course I like you. I thought that was obvious."

He laughed, "Just wanted to make sure we were on the same page."

She nodded and smiled, "We definitely are."

Then she bit her lip and glanced down at his lips for a moment, but it was long enough for Gary to catch it and before she could lean in, he did and captured her lips in another deep, lingering kiss.

A tiny moan escaped her lips as he tightened his grip around her waist, and this time he didn't even try to stop the goosebumps that covered his whole body.

Maybe I am in love with her after all...

#litg #litg s2 #litg fanfic #litg ff #litg gary #gary rennell #litg fluff #litg gary x mc #litg fanfiction #love island the game #litg writers room prompt #rewriting operation nope

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wardingoffevil · 2 years

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Gary Rennell as a Dad

Gaz is adorable to imagine as a dad. I can’t deny how great of a father he’d be. I do see Gary having a big family, but for this post, he’s going to have three kids.

❤️ Gary is a nervous wreck while waiting for his kids to be born. He is constantly pacing back and forth, asking nurses and doctors the most ridiculous things, experiencing every emotion imaginable. It’s more of a rough time for him than the mom. And, yes, he most definitely fainted at the birth of his first child.

❤️ This is one of the most interactive dad’s there is. He has formula stains on himself, can change a diaper with his eyes closed, knows every song to every children’s show, has the babies down for sleep in less than five minutes. You name it, he’s mastered it.

❤️ Gary as a girl dad is such a sweet sight. He took on the role as the honorary tea party host. Complete with pink boa, tiara, and pink heels. If you don’t believe this little girl doesn’t have Gary wrapped around her little finger, you’re crazy. She asks him to jump and he asks how high.

❤️ Gary as a boy dad is something he was quite scared of at first. Since he didn’t have his dad around, he treats his son how he wished his dad would have treated him. Similarly to his daughter(s), this little boy is the sparkle in Gary’s eye.

❤️ Yes, Chelsea decorated the kids’ nurseries/rooms. Yes, Lottie also babysits when no one else is available. Yes, Noah is their full-time babysitter, other than Nan on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

❤️ The first time he brought his kids to work, he got up in his crane with them, and asked someone to take their picture. That is the picture he has in his wallet: his kids and him inside cranes. It fills his heart with so much love.

❤️ Do not go to Gary if you: have a cut and are bleeding, broke a bone, just threw up, etc. He will not only gag, but potentially pass out. He can’t handle bodily fluids like that. The only part of parenting he hates.

❤️ Nan babysits every Tuesday and Thursday. The kids absolute love going to Nan’s house. It’s still tradition even as they grow up to spend the night there twice a week. Gary doesn’t even have to ask, they just want to go.

❤️ Gary’s son’s first words were “oi, oi.”

❤️ Just like Bruno, Gary is a loud and proud dad. He is clapping the loudest, hollering the loudest, front and center for all the pictures and videos. This man knows the weekly schedule for the family.

❤️ Dating Gary’s children consists of: acts of intimidation that turn cringe (for his daughters), embarrassing stories, inappropriate jokes, and curfew being upped an hour. He’s a lot more chill about it than some may think.

❤️ The family has two dogs, two cats, a rabbit and a hamster.

❤️ Gary is the type of dad that you can go to him with anything and he will do everything he can to help you. Flunked a class? He knows you tried, and will reassure you that you didn’t disappoint him. Have a bully? He had them too and he will get them to stop, even if he has to scare them stupid. Broke something valuable? He can fix it or replace it. Got dumped? He’ll remind you of your worth and help you heal.

❤️ Christmas is a big day for everyone, but it is a HUGE day in the Rennell household. They all have matching pajamas, they watch Christmas movies before bed on Christmas Eve, and Gary is in charge of eating the cookies and milk that the kids left out. He even takes their letters to Santa and replaces them with one he wrote as Santa. For Christmas Day, they go to Nan’s and have a big dinner with everyone in the family. This family’s Christmas/Holiday cards are A+ every single year! 🎄

Thank you, @future-mrs-suresh, for recommending him! I hope the Gary stans enjoy this. You know I had to throw in a crane picture in for Gaz. 😉

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callmebeem · 1 year

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Gift for @rebelrayne for the LITG S2 Gift Exchange!

Based on one of the Gary hc’s i saw!

I had fun drawing this, hope you enjoy!

Thank you @sunshinejihyun and @justtuesdays for hosting this 💖

#litg season 2 #litg #love island the game #litg gary #gary rennell

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beesandfigs-abandoned · 1 year

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I feel like I did Gary a lil dirty my first try, so this is quite the improvement 😮‍💨🫢

#current wip #litg 15 days of valentines #litg fanart #litg #litg s2 #art raffle #litg gary #gary rennell #love island the game

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jeanniecrush · 1 year

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MOODBOARD - Gary Rennell

Gary，23，Crane Operator

Faceclaim：Jay Gould

#litg #litg season 2 #litg s2 #litg gary #gary rennell #litg moodboard #litg art #love island the game #love island game

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litgwritersroom · 2 years

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Can we get some Gary smut, please?

Honey, I'm Home

S2 | Gary/MC | 3400+ words | @i-boop-you

NSFW. Very NSFW.

After a string of taunting and teasing texts and videos from his other half while Gary is at work, he finally makes his way home to give her exactly what she's been asking for.

His phone screen lit up again, telling him that Maya had sent him another message. After five minutes in a meeting his erection had finally ebbed, but one alert of her and the blood rushed back to his cock, leaving barely any to flush across his cheeks.

All day. All fucking day she had been sending him absolute filth. She knew he couldn’t come home on his lunch break to fuck her senseless. She’d picked today specifically, knowing he’d be too slammed to do anything about her teasing.

As his supervisor droned on and on, Gary had long stopped listening, his eyes glazed over as thoughts of what could be in that message whirled through his head.

It started out small. Just after he left - he was literally still getting into the car - she’d texted:

Shame you had to leave before joining me in the shower xxx

He smirked as he belted in, his eyes on his screen as he texted her right back:

You can make me feel better by sending me lots of pics xxx

He’d put her to the back of his mind as he drove, eyes flickering to his phone screen both times the music was interrupted by the announcement of a message from her. He couldn’t get the text-to-voice to work because she’d sent him a picture. That was when he went from a small tingle to the beginnings of a semi.

After he’d parked up, his phone was straight in his hand, eyes glued to the screen to see what had been delivered before he even thought about entering work.

The first was a picture. Maya in their bedroom, still clad in the underwear she’d had on under her robe while he got ready for the day. She’d removed the robe now, showing off the lacy white underwear she’d bought to surprise him on their anniversary; the white was stark in comparison to her skin, making her look like an angel. Though, everything else about the snap was far from holy…

She was on her knees, the focus of the pic her body; thighs parted, one hand gently squeezing the top of her breast. Only the top of her face was cropped out, and the catch of her little lip bite was driving him as wild as her scantily clad body. He swallowed hard, hating how on edge he was getting before going into work. He knew he was about to spend the whole day desperate to get home again.

More than usual anyway.

The second thing she’d sent him was a short video. Her phone was propped up on the dresser, and it lasted less than ten seconds, but he couldn’t stop replaying it, the blood surging to his dick with each press of the play button.

All there was was her back to the camera. Her hair had been piled into a mess of a ponytail that somehow made everything so much sexier, with one loose lock of her hair hanging curled down one shoulder blade. She was topless. Not that it did him any good with her back to him, but the mere suggestion of her tits bouncing around as she changed was all he needed.

He got a quick flash of the side of lefty, the nipple just coming into view as she bent forwards, that one glimpse already getting his mind racing with a need to bite into her, wanting to lap her nipple against his tongue. Her fingers were splayed inside the lining of those beautiful white hot pants she had wrapped around her waist, covering more of her stomach than her ass.

Before his eyes, she lowered her underwear, uncovering her ass fully. The view only got better once she was bent over, taking care to run her hand down her long, smooth legs before she stepped out of her panties.

Eyes fluttering shut, he pictured being with her, pushing her onto her hands and knees and giving her it doggy.

Horny thoughts of her plagued his morning; wondering how naked she was, imaging the soapy suds rolling all over her beautiful body, wanting nothing more than to lather her up with the dirty thoughts in his head.

About mid-morning, he got another message.

Mmm, need to tell you again how much I love the new shower head xxx

He groaned, his trousers straining again.

Then at lunch, when she knew he had to work through it today with a business meeting, came a voice note that was just five seconds of her switching her vibrator on. He asked for more, and when he got back to his office at the crane company, he was blessed with another picture.

Again, her phone was propped up and she was posed with her legs parted, but this time … it was far more extreme. Her legs were wide open and she was lying flat on her back, her breasts a small mound farther back, but he was hardly paying attention to that.

He rubbed at the front of his jeans. Gary was so hard that the lightest of touches to himself showed the full result of Maya’s teasing. This was more than teasing, though.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away, though it was an image he’d seen plenty of times before. The toy pushed up inside of her, only the little pink box at the bottom was still visible, the other six inches deep inside her pussy.

He’d taken a bathroom break after that, needing his head clear before he went out on the shipyard. His focus needed to be on the bigger cranes, not the one in his pants.

Still, when he got back to his little office, his phone was showing up with only more torturous messages. One old image of his creampie, a close up of her wet lips wrapped around something that filled her mouth right up, and a single picture of her preferred lube set out next to two toys.

Gary debated hard for five minutes, for ten minutes, for twenty minutes, for half an hour, if he should just call it a day and go home and fuck her senseless now.

The decision was made for him before he could decide. The arrival of his superiors for their afternoon meeting put his leaving on a halt. He sat in there, going along with everything they said, completely oblivious and uncaring as to what they were saying. It was here that the latest message came through.

The moment he was alone again, he picked up his phone.

Don’t go shy on me now, baby. Every minute it takes you to reply to me is another minute I’m going to spend sitting on your face when you get home xxx

Fffffffff…

He checked the time now against the time she sent the message, waited five minutes, and then replied:

I can’t wait to make you beg for it when I get home.

He did nothing until he saw the ‘sent’ check change to a ‘read’, his eyes heavy on the screen, the only part of his body he was aware of was the throbbing between his legs.

Her reply came quickly.

Trying to decide where I want you to cum on me first. What do you think? Tits?

An image of her bare breast came through. She was squeezing her nipples, twisting them for his enjoyment.

Shoot me a pic of your ass to help me decide, he replied, lips parted, his breathing gone husky.

I want to know how turned on you are first 😘

After a shifty look around, Gary got up to lock his office door. He stripped down his jeans until they pooled at his ankle, got his phone, and sat back down in his comfy chair. Gary grabbed hold of the most important crane in his life, one hand not being enough to encase even half of what he was packing. He made sure the thick outline was clear all around his tight boxers and snapped a pic, sure to get that splash of his toned abdomen in the picture as well, the snail trail of hair disappearing into his underwear.

Along with some aubergine emojis, Gary sent the snap.

Instead of a follow up, once Maya had seen his message, she phoned him. Gary’s heart drummed, but he picked it up, his throat tight.

“You fucking tease…” he murmered, almost a purr, down the line.

She moaned. That was it. And another, and then another, until it was crystal clear that she was absolutely playing with herself. A shot of precum emptied out of him when he realised. He groaned back, stroking himself over his boxers before he knew what he was doing.

Then she hung up.

Fuck-ing. Bitch.

Gary checked the time again. His eyes narrowed at the thought of her home alone for the next hour, hellbent on nothing but getting her jollies to his frustrations. He pulled up his trousers and packed up his shit, and set out to find his supervisor.

“Hey, you don’t mind me heading home early? I’ve not been feeling too great today,” he asked, laying it on a smudge.

“Yeah, you are pretty red, and you’ve been pretty far away all day, mate,” his boss said. “Off you pop, make sure the missus looks after you when you get in.”

“Oh, don’t you worry, I’ll make sure of it…”

Gary floored it home, the pumping in his ears giving the perfect rhythm to match fucking his wife in his fantasies. He hadn’t bothered with showering, he knew she liked him when he was all grimy from a day at work. There was even a hard hat that he’d stolen from work in their bedroom that he got out for special occasions. Not today though. Today was something really special.

He rolled up into the drive, only just realising he should have parked down the street to cling to the surprise. Still, there was a chance she might not have seen him coming yet, but she would before the night was over…

The door was locked, indicating she wasn’t entertaining today, something he was already aware of. He took off his shoes at the front door and threw his flannel shirt over the bannister, leaving him in just his t-shirt and jeans.

Gary made no move to keep his steps quiet as he thundered up the stairs. The thought of a surprise was well out the window now. The bedroom door was ajar, and as his socked foot delved into the plush carpet upstairs, he heard it.

The thrum of a very powerful toy.

Well, forget Big D, forget Big V; Big G was in the house now.

Gary pushed at the bedroom door, letting it open slowly to reveal himself standing there. “Honey,” he said, voice like butter, mind melting at the sight before him, “I’m home…”

“About fucking time.”

She sat up on her elbows, still laying on her back, a heavy look in her eye, and legs spread wide open so that would be the first thing he saw coming in the door.

Gary was on his knees by the edge of the bed without thinking about it; the sheen of oil coated her thighs and ass, made her pussy glisten; one swipe of his tongue up between her swelling folds and he caught a taste of the coconut flavoured oil she liked.

The hint of the coconut mixed with her natural taste was driving him wild. He buried his face in her, tasting as much of her as he could get on his tongue. She had one hand clutching his hair, clamping hard to the fistful. She wasn’t going to let him stop, not that he had any plans to.

Maya thrust herself in his face as he cleaned her out, her moans and joy louder than she’d let them go all day. He reached across the bed to where he’d spotted a certain favourite toy was laying next to her.

Sticky and already smelling strongly like coconut, Gary positioned the tip of the smallest end at her backside. He pressed his tongue flat against her clit, rolling over her hard, pressing down and spreading the sensation rather than focusing it; he did this as he slowly edged the anal beads in her ass, pushing her down when she squirmed at each notch entering her.

Before he’d even gotten half way her moans dissolved into shameless and senseless mumblings and mutterings. Maya swore nonsensically as he filled her up, and those curses came out in a shout as he tugged them out of her ass again. Her fingers squeezed the threads of his yellow hair and she went mad thrusting herself into his mouth again.

He wasn’t done yet, the memory of all her teasing throughout the day still oh-so fresh in his mind.

Gary repeated himself, slowly wedging bead after bead deeper inside of her, upping the chance to play with her now that she was used to it. Every two notches he thrust in, he thrust one out again, going back in two, pulling one out, never giving her a reprieve from the sensation.

“Gary.”, “Fuck.”, and “Please.” became her only vocabulary as he teased her clit, too, never doing enough to actually make her cum, to bring her over the edge. No … she had a lot of making up to do if she wanted that.

He felt her building, and let it play out, taking his time, waiting, and waiting…

Pulling out of her ass this time, he did it slowly, savouring the smell of the coconut and going insane with the noises she was making. Anal beads on the floor, Gary pulled back from her completely, his mouth and chin soaked in her.

Maya had let him go as he pulled away, but looked down at him with big, pleading eyes. It was tempting to give in and be soft, but he knew how much sweeter it would feel to make her work for it.

Rising to his feet, Gary pulled his shirt over his head. His eyes were still on Maya as he did, and if he wasn’t already hard as a fucking rock, the lust and longing in her eyes at the sight of him undressing would have done it. He didn’t have the words for how much it turned him on to see that he turned her on, to feel so fucking wanted and lusted for as much as he was with her.

“Come here,” he said, his hands on the waist of his trousers. He beckoned her over with two fingers raised, unbuttoning himself for a third time that day, unable to take his eyes from her.

She tucked her legs up behind her and crawled across the bed to him, back arched and ass raised high so he’d still get a good view even if it was behind her.

Gary didn’t need to say anything else; her eyes were locked on his as she licked his balls, sucking them into her mouth.

He hissed through gritted teeth, rubbing up and down his dick gently while she focused on playing with his balls. Gary pumped a small dollop of the lube into his hand before massaging it along his stiff rod. While Maya followed his movements, kissing the underside of his twitching dick.

One hand locked in her hair, Gary rolled himself over her face, enjoying her drunk look. Her mouth was wide open, ready to receive. He tugged her head back and she moaned needily. Tip to her tongue, Gary glided her closer so her perfect little mouth would encase him.

He let out a huge sigh of relief as she sank her mouth over him, taking him to the back of her throat. Both his hands ran through her hair, keeping it out of her face so he could watch her cheeks bulging, could see the smudges of her eye makeup darkening the patches beneath her false lashes; the hungry and needily look that showed how badly she wanted to please him.

He thrust back to her, taking charge and altering his rhythm to match the sounds of her gurgling and spluttering on him at the back of her throat.

“Oh fuck, you’re so pretty when you look at me like that,” he told her.

She managed the best smile she could while her mouth was wrapped around his cock. His words only spurned her on, and soon she was the one upping the tempo, bringing him closer and closer, palming his balls and massing his ass to make it all that much more next level. He hissed again as she teased his hole right back.

And then Maya pulled back, that drunk look accompanied by the string of her own saliva connecting her chin to his dick still, right up until she wiped it away with the back of her hand.

“Where do you want me next?” She asked, leaning back to display herself for his viewing pleasure again.

He was panting ever so slightly, brain a little clouded around the edges. The only thing that was perfectly clear was her. It was always her.

“Turn around,” he said, kneeling one leg onto the bed. He watched Maya avidly as she got back onto her hands and knees. He grabbed her by the hips and hauled her ass towards him. With another squirt of lube, Gary hooked two fingers inside of her, fingering her until she was slack enough to receive a third with ease.

Already, her hands were gripping the sheets, her legs shut tight, her thighs clenched. While prepping her, he became so overwhelmed that he bent low and gave her ass cheek a small bite.

That elected a whimper, making her legs tremble.

When he couldn’t take it any longer, he pulled his fingers out. With a slap across her backside, he wiped some of the excess lube across her skin, making it shiny and glistening again.

Once in position, he cupped her ass with both hands, stretching her open. He bit his bottom lip as he took in the view.

She was trembling in anticipation, her need becoming too strong. Gary braced himself for how good she was going to feel, and then slid his cock into her ass.

Maya let out a dizzying moan, burying her face in the sheets. Gary would have too if he could. Instead his eyes rolled to the back of his head as her softness and warmth and extreme tightness enveloped him. He was getting that drunk feeling in full force now.

Slow. Just to begin with. He didn’t want to overwhelm either of them yet, but it didn’t take long for him to get going. Gary piled into her, knowing he didn’t have it in him to draw it out any longer; this was it; this was the moment.

He reached up to grab a fistful of her hair again, tugging her head back so she’d have no choice but to look upwards; it kept her at the perfect angle, her back arched beautifully.

“Still want me to cum on your tits?” He asked her, a cocky grin springing on his face.

She choked out an answer, voice trembling, “D-don’t-stop.”

“What was that? ‘Stop and cum on my tits’?”

“Don’t-stop, Gary.”

He eyed her darkly, overwhelmed by lust and love for her. “Cum on my dick, Maya.”

Softly, desperately, a plea and a whimper, she begged him again, “Don’t stop.”

Slap. His hand came down across her backside in reply.

“Gary.”

He groaned. “I love when you say my name like that.” As a reward, he slapped her again.

And then she clenched around him, her whole body tightening, the most meek of stifled moans escaping her mouth; he kept driving into her, making her taunt moan draw out as she came; making her go for as long as he could manage.

Only when he felt her loosening up again, her body relaxing as her orgasm ran its course, peatering into a dizzying finish, did he let himself unload. He stiffened as she slackened; he rode his cum into her, and when the last spurt left his body, he left hers, coming out with a soft noise.

He let her hair go, pushing her down. His eyes were on her, watching his own cum leaking out alongside the build up of lube. If he wasn’t so spent he’d fuck her again.

Gary clamped his teeth on the skin of her ass again before he clawed his way up the bed to lay down next to her.

A panting Maya crawled stiffly into the side of him. He rolled onto his side so he could wrap himself around her. Pressing kisses down the back of her neck and shoulder blade, taking in the aroma of sweat on her, breathing it in like it was the most romantic scent in the world, he thought, “Oh yeah, that was fucking worth it.”

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duskwood-by-daylight · 9 months

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I'm forever hung up on my s2 baby.

Gary would have picked up MC, carried her out of the villa, and never returned. He wouldn't have put up with anyone's crap. He might've actually drowned Ratmelia and Roberto. He probably would have liked Elliot a lot though.

...I miss him so.

#love island the game #litg s6 #litg lewie #litg double trouble #litg gary #gary rennell would never

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dawnsbreaking · 1 year

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hello! this was written for the LITG exchange for the lovely @sunshinejihyun. I hopefully incorporated two prompts here, so I'm really happy with how it turned out. especially having never written for Gary before. I think I might be a convert, though, writing Gary is super fun.

thank you so much to @justtuesdays and @sunshinejihyun for organizing the exchange, I had so much fun writing with ya'll and I'm so excited to see everything posted this weekend.

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Bobby Mckenzie hadn’t set out to win Love Island. He hadn’t even really set out to be on Love Island. He never thought that he would meet someone like Margot. His first real love, his best friend, his favorite person, his best and worst breakup. He’d never imagined he could fall in love with someone over one summer, then be happy to see them with someone else the next.

Such was the way the cookie crumbled.

When he first saw Margot, he felt a sort of vertigo. Though Bobby wasn’t a serious person, he wasn’t the type to be a lovey-dovey hopeless romantic, either. He thought himself not quite a pragmatist, but something nearing it. Though he loved the idea of falling head over heels for someone, he’d never really felt any of those sweeping, tumultuous, unambiguous feelings.

Maybe it was the Mallorca sun in his eyes, maybe it was nerves from being on TV, perhaps the cameras pointed at him made him feel like the lead in a John Hughes movie. Maybe it was truly her. He’d never know, he’d given up trying to know.

Something made his heart leap when he first laid eyes on her. He remembered how his mind reeled to find a joke funny enough to catch her attention, remembered hoping she wanted someone funny. He needed her to love him too.

And she did, for a little while.

Gary Rennel set out to win Love Island.

“Go big or go home, right?” He’d told his Nan, folding and packing the same ripped jeans and button-down he’d worn to his local the weekend before. He was making a thing of signing up for the show, sound and fury for the sake of distraction. Nan was worried about him, he could tell. And the boys at work were relentless in their teasing.

“They’re doing a random draft for reality television, then?” Was the joke that his foreman made when he asked for leave from work. That joke became the joke, repeated almost daily by one or two of the boys. All of them asked the same: What was a normal, boring bloke like Gary gonna do on Love Island anyway?

Not win, it seemed. Come out the other end slightly more hopeless, slightly less lonely, a little less sane. Not even 25,000 pounds richer for his troubles.

When he realized he couldn’t be with the girl he really liked, he put one-hundred-and-ten percent into being in a couple with Lottie. He complimented her hair at the right times and backed her up even when he thought she was being catty. His efforts were not entirely wasted, they made it to the final together. When the show was over and real life crept in, they separated painlessly. He went back to work, and so did Lottie. No big fuss.

Gary hated when things were a fuss.

When Bobby broke up with her, he was surprised to find that Margot felt the same way. He was worried she’d be crushed, that he’d break her heart and feel terrible about it forever.

“I care about you so much,” she said, tears welling in her eyes already. He hated to see her cry. His sweet girl, not his anymore. “But you’re right, we’re so much better now just as friends.”

Bobby was used to being just a friend, so he expected that to sting. It didn’t, though, because she was right. They were better as friends. All he felt was relief.

“I care about you too,” he said. “Proper love you, like.”

“I know, Bobby.”

Those were the sweetest three words he’d ever heard her say.

It was Gary’s idea to get the group back together this time—and the impulse surprised him as much as the group text he sent surprised everyone else. It was the first anniversary of the final this week, they had to do something. He’d met up with the guys here and there and had dutifully attended the last silly, themed party Chelsea put together, but it had been at least six months since he’d spoken to any of his fellow former-islanders.

You would think that after a whole summer of sharing a bedroom they’d manage a few nights a year in the same postal code, but the likelihood of another reunion dropped by the minute.

At Chelsea’s party, Priya had joked that maybe the next time they would all get together would be for the winners’ wedding. The table toasted to the thought and to the happy couple.

Gary had spent many sleepless nights since then wondering if he’d imagined the pained look in Bobby’s eyes as they clinked their glasses.

It wasn’t that Gary wished he could switch places with Bobby in the villa. Love Island made him realize that he was a slow-and-steady type of bloke. He would have never been able to move at the lightning pace that the winning couple had.

No, he’d envied Bobby for the girl he was holding hands with, the way he helped Margot out of her coat at the door, the way she rested her hand on his thigh.

When Gary first met her in the villa, he hadn’t felt anything special at first. She was pretty enough that he stepped forward for her when prompted, but he wasn’t immediately shocked to his core with desire for her like Bobby had been. When she chose Bobby on the first day and stuck by his side, Gary couldn’t imagine trying to get between them, even when he started seeing her smile behind his eyes at night.

After the villa, Gary swore off social media. Partly because he wasn’t the type of guy to post #sponcon for vitamins and dating apps, and partly because he wanted exemption from all of the post-Love-Island-break-up-announcements. It wasn’t a secret that most reality TV relationships ended quickly, but the statistic was more heartbreaking when it applied to his and his friends’ relationships.

He was almost tempted to check Instagram before sending a text to the group chat, but he resisted. Everyone should know that he wouldn’t see anything online.

The breakup post on social media was brutal. Bobby knew that the public felt a sort of ownership over the relationships that came from Love Island. He also knew that, no matter how much he meant his statement, ‘it was an amicable breakup and we are still great friends,’ would always sound insincere.

All things considered, his Instagram followers seemed more outwardly devasted about everything than he did. He was relieved that the news was out and excited for the next chapter in his life.

Moving on from the breakup and moving on from his time in the villa became one and the same. He stopped checking his socials and allowed himself to ignore requests for interviews and participation in brand deals, letting his time with Margot and his time on TV fade into the background of his daily life.

He’d used his half of the prize money to start a café and it was finally making enough to do more than just break even on his expenses. He had that to be proud of.

By the time he and Margot got over the awkward period and were able to proceed as friends, the café was a marked success. He was proud of himself whenever she dropped by, and could tell she was proud of him, too.

When Gary blew the proverbial collected dust off of the former islanders’ group chat and suggested a year anniversary reunion, Bobby’s impulse was to ignore the text. He’d loved the people he’d met in the villa but, as time passed, he found himself more and more protective over the parts of his life that the villa had never touched. His café, his new friends, his privacy. He worried that bridging the gap again would undo all of the progress he’d made and break down all the boundaries he’d set up.

“Why don’t you invite them to the café?” The way she said it—like it was a no-brainer—made him consider. Margot had dropped by with a few cartons of strawberries and was tidying behind the counter as an excuse to stay and gossip. She’d been helping here and there, since Bobby had yet to hire any staff.

Bobby began washing the strawberries immediately. The shop was closed but he was behind on prep for the next day. “You think?”

“It would be nice to show off.” She picked up a dish rag and gave his arm a playful smack with it. “You deserve it.”

Bobby smiled, pride swelling in his chest at the thought. “I’ll think about it.”

Gary checked the address three times over and, yes, this was the spot. The cute little shop he passed by almost every weekend on his way to visit his Nan. He would have never known it to be Bobby’s café from the pastel signage and classy striped awnings. Hell, there were well-tended flower boxes in the windows.

That’d be her, he thought, Margot had the aesthetic eye of the two of them.

“Gary!” A familiar voice met his ears and twisted him around. He grinned, despite himself, opening his arms wide to greet her with a hug.

Margot was as radiant as ever, smiling at him like no time had passed at all. She had a way of making the people around her feel at ease, Gary very much included.

Gary squeezed her quickly and let her go, missing her warmth as soon as it was gone. It was almost a shame that wasn’t the type to come onto someone else’s girl.

“How are you?” Margot took a half step away and smoothed her blouse. The two of them were blocking the café door, but it didn’t matter—Bobby had closed it for their private event.

“I’m doing well, same old work, y’know…” Gary ran a hand through his hair, certain that he looked scruffier since the last time she’d seen him. He’d started going longer between shaves. Nan said he looked more grown-up that way, whatever that meant. “How are things with you? The shop looks great!” He gestured at the flower boxes. “This looks like your doing.”

“Oh, yeah…”

“Hey you lot!” Priya’s heels clicked against the pavement as she strutted toward the café. She raised her eyebrows somewhat suggestively at Gary but he ignored her—completely unsure what the woman was getting at. “Did Bobby lock you two out?”

“Nope.” Margot laughed. “Just catching up! How are you, love?”

Bobby thought that it might be hard to see Gary flirting with his ex, but—like everything else in this relationship—his reaction was a surprise. Bobby loved Margot and he loved seeing her happy. Even if she was laughing at another bloke’s funny story. Even if that bloke was Gary Rennel.

If he couldn’t be a good boyfriend, he was going to be a damn good wingman.

“I’d like to propose a toast,” Bobby said, raising his mug of steaming cocoa to the ceiling like a glass of bubbly. He made eye contact with Margot, winked. “To new beginnings,” he said.

The islanders raised their mugs and drank.

“Shame Lottie couldn’t make it,” Margot said. She and Gary had ended up on a bench seat and were isolated together when the main group separated into smaller circles. From the way she’d been speaking to everyone else, though, it seemed to Gary that Margot was keeping in contact with almost everyone but him. He’d be offended if he weren’t guilty of closing himself off from her.

“She’s doing quite well in the states.” Gary shrugged, putting on a show of just how little he was worried for his ex-girlfriend. “I’m sure she hardly misses us.”

She gave him a puppy-eyed look. “You don’t mean that.”

“I mean, she’s doing well. I don’t know, we hardly speak.”

“So that’s done, done?”

Gary wished he could wipe the frown from Margot’s face, there was really nothing about his relationship with Lottie to be frowning about. “Ah, that was just a villa fling.”

“Hm.” Margot gave him a good once-over like she was administering a visual lie-detector test. He passed. “Glad to hear she’s doing well, then.”

“It’s odd seeing everyone together again, no?” Gary asked. He watched Chelsea across the room, prattling on to Bobby and Noah as she gestured excitedly. She was surely suggesting tasteless decór that she thought would improve the café’s atmosphere.

“It’s a bit odd,” Margot agreed. “But nice. I’m glad you suggested it.”

“Yeah?”

She bumped his shoulder with hers, leaving her hand on his thigh where it fell for just a moment. His whole body burned at her searing touch.

“I’ve missed you,” she said.

Gary turned, almost lurching away as he came to his senses. “I’m sorry to keep you from Bobby all night. I mean…” He felt awful for how close he’d been to her, how close he’d come to making a move on his friend’s girl. How she’d basically just come onto him.

He expected her to come to her senses, too. To remember herself and apologize. Instead, she looked at him like he’d gone mad.

“Bobby?” She asked, incredulous as if she’d never heard of the man. “What about him?”

“Aren’t you two…” Gary felt like maybe he had gone mad. He’d been there when Bobby and Margot won Love Island. They were running a café together, for christs sakes.

Margot’s eyes widened with surprise, then crinkled with mirth as she let out a laugh. “Oh, god. I’m so sorry-“ She set her cocoa down on the table for fear of spilling it as she giggled. “We broke up like months ago! Good terms, I mean…” She shook her head. “Great terms, even. I help with the café, like.”

“Oh.” Gary blushed. He knew he should have checked Instagram before catching up with everyone. “I’m sorry, I had no idea.”

“I forgot that you don’t check your phone.” She laughed. “God, Gary.”

He scooted close again, no longer guilty. “It’s my fault for living under a rock, I s’pose.”

“That it is.” She let her hand fall back to his thigh.

Emboldened by his relief, Gary laid a hand over hers. “There something here, then?” He squeezed her hand, clarifying his question. She hummed, affirmative.

The two of them fell silent, smiling as they listened to the idle chatter of reunited friends around them. Gary felt like he was pulling off a heist. There he was, holding Margot’s hand, and the other islanders were none-the-wiser.

There were no cameras, there was no drama, no one would be tweeting about this moment later. It was all he could have hoped for.

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