#blurbs with gi ! 🖇️

[pxgeturner]

joel takes you, his intern, on a work trip, and fucks you in the bathroom of the convention center.

Why? why did the one intern that was chosen to go to the yearly conference be you? all the other interns are just going to snicker behind your back that you don’t deserve it because now they think you’re sleeping with mr. miller. But you got here on your own merit.

worst part is, they’re half right.

you are having sex with joel.

you’re having sex with joel right now, in the bathroom, where just down the hall, tommy is starting of the company’s presentation. You have an ear pressed to the door, trying to figure out how far away he is from your and joel’s queue. 

Joel pinches the softness of your thigh, perfectly time with a harsh thrust into you. you yelp and look at him, eyes beginning to water. 

“sorry, doll, did that hurt?” he cups your chin, “i’m sorry, angel, I just can’t have you focusing on anything else right now.”

“but-” another thrust. 

“not a word, doll. You let me worry about the timing. You just worry about how your pretty little pussy is feeling, stuffed good with my cock.” he grinds into you and your mind goes blank.

“mmm, that’s it baby, that’s it. just go nice and dumb on my cock huh?” he adjusts you, and your blouse rolls up, and your back meets the unforgiving cold of the door. You gasp and clutch joel, forcing him to bottom out in you. 

he groans. “FUCK, sweetheart, what happened?”

“the.. the door is cold…”

“do y’want me to set you down on the counter?”

you grab hold of him tighter. “no! it’s wet!”

he hisses, he’s about to start seeing stars if you don’t relax soon “ok then, you feel good like this, sugar?”

“if you’re good, so am I.”

“alright then, baby, I need you to loosen your legs a little bit so I can move.” he takes a deep breath, and it’s clear to you that he wants you to do the same. 

And soon enough, he’s back to moving you like the you don’t weigh anything. Your hands tangle in his hair, and your face is in his neck. You nip at him, as he puts a finger on your clit. 

“c’mon angel, c’mon my dumb little baby, cum for me, let me feel it, c’mon I know you want to.”

“I wanna,” you whimper.

Every so lightly, he pinches your clit, just enough to send you over the edge. Your legs shake with force of the orgasm and joel feels you dripping onto him. He slips himself out of you, and holds you for a moment, keeping a finger on your clit to to move you through the end of your orgasm. 

“angel,” he whispers into your ear, once he can tell that your coming back down to earth. 

“y-yeah?”

“you squirted.” he smiles, mischievously proud. You blush and playfully smack his shoulder. 

“and angel?”

“what?” you ask, slightly annoyed. 

“time to get you dressed.” he sets you down on the toilet and starts wiping you up. 

“joel,” your mind is starting to clear up and you don’t remember joel finishing. Proven by the sight of his still-hard cock “you’re still hard.” you try to reach over, wanting to help him finish. 

He gently swats your hand away, pausing cleaning you up to pull up his pants up from his thighs and fasten them. “this was for you, not for me.” he goes back to wiping you up

“but-”

he helps you with your skirt “we’re on in five minutes, angel girl.”

soon, your blouse is fixed and your lipstick has been touched up, and joel’s helping you into your heels. 

“nervous?”

“no, honestly i feel really calm.”

“because you know the stuff. you were overthinking.”

“yeah,” you nod sheepishly.

He opens the door, offering you his hand, “ready to put on a show?”

you smile and take his hand, “as long as you promise to help keep me steady.”

“i’ll always be here for you, sugar.”

[pxgeturner]

how Miguel O'Hara would confess his love !

— blurbs w gi ! 🖇️

the two of u have been dating for a while now. and he's just figured out that he loves you

you were probably cooking lunch and he was probably ironing nearby in the living room. he moves onto the next shirt and you're probably dancing while cooking, like you do.

and then his heart skips a beat and his breath hitches a little at something you do, probably running a hand through your hair.

so now his brain for the next week is in overdrive trying to figure out how to tell you without just blurting it out.

don't ask him why, but he feels the need to make a big deal out of it.

pq te ama, carajo !! [bcz he loves you, dammit!!]

so there is gonna be dinner at your favorite restaurant, tickets to the movie you've been dying to go to, anything you could want to do on a date night.

basically he's treating this as a trial run for when he proposes a few years down the line.

he'll buy you a cute new dress you've been eyeing online and places it on the bed for you to see when you get home. he also got promise ring but that's staying in his pocket until it's time.

dinner went smoothly, you were a little confused at to what's going on but you're not going to say no to your sexy boyfriend spoiling you.

you two are at the movies when he decides to say it.

naturally the two of u are holding hands. and you're getting a bit sleepy so you rest ur head against his arm

and mickey super stealthily gets the ring out of his pock and slips it only ur finger.

and whispers into your hair, just loud enough for only you you to hear:

te amo tantísimo, [I love you so much]

your eyes snap open as everything clicks together and you purse your lips to not laugh as you drag your boyf out of the theater.

giggles erupt as the theater door closes behind you "that's what tonight's been about, mickey?"

his heart starts pounding in anxiety. "yes, cariño I–"

"ay, papi, ya me dijiste." [oh, babe. you already told me]

he looks at you. blinking slowly.

"you said 'I love you' for the first time last week? when you just stopped ironing the laundry and holed yourself in the bedroom for an hour?"

what. the. fuck.

you wrap your arms around your massive boyf and say

"thank you so much, my love. te amo doble."

he hugs you back, kissing your hair. the two of you leave, the movie was getting boring anyway.

on the way back he kept a hand on your thigh the entire time and reminded you how much he loved you as well as asked you if you really liked the ring he picked out every few minutes.

taglist. m.list. byf.

[pxgeturner]

in which tommi overstimulates you and accidentally himself. not proofread. masterlist

— blurbs w gi ! 🖇️

he wants to give you the best.

of him. of the world. of sex.

so he’s pounding into you as if he never will again. you’ve already have had four orgasms. two on his tongue where he savored your taste. and two more on his hand where he was obsessed on how your wet, plush walls felt around his fingers.

your head is against the headboard and it’s a delicious feeling each time it meets the wall. he's taken everything you have for the night, but you let him take, and give, what he needs.

he needs to give you more you deserve more. he has to keep going. show you all he can give. show you he's worthy. his cock twitches and you mewl—his jaw clenches, but he doesn't still. it's so much—too much. but not for you. you deserve more. you deserve the most. you clench around him, and he makes a choked sound as his vision blurs from tears.

"I'm gonna, I'm gonna-" he chokes on his words, you place a hand softly on his cheek. "go-gonna fill you up again, princess. gonna make you-make you" he should probably pull out, he's so sensitive, it's painful. but a kind of pain that tells him he's doing a good job, showing you the best he can do. showing you he's the best for you.

his fingers flit around your bud and he continues to thrust, determined. determined to prove no one else could make you feel as good as he can. determined to fill you up, make you his forever. determined to engrain your sweet pussy into his memory in case he ever loses you.

and then, in a moment of overwhelming heat, sweat and goddamn pleasure, the two of you reach the pinnacle together. you're panting and thighs are overly wet for some reason and tom's fingers are digging into the fat of your hips. you tilt your head up and he captures your lips in a hungry kiss.

as each of your orgasms subside, you lay there, him still inside you and holding you close. his dick twitches inside you with aftershocks and you both wince, him hissing in a breath.

"I- gotta stay in you, baby. let me stay in you. please. can't let any of it go to waste." he nuzzles your jaw with his nose.

"you're alright tommi, just breathe. just breathe." you shush him.

"I love you baby." he whispers against your skin. you put a hand in his hair and give him a little scratch.

[pxgeturner]

blurbs w gigi! : giving tommi a birthday present

—🖇️

you crisp the fold with a ruler, shifting it to move onto the final fold.

“what are you so nervous about?” luna asks from your bed. 

“he only ever wears his family ring. what if—”

“—nothing. you need to stop worrying. he’s going to love it. it's very thoughtful of you”

you push the first half of the box over to the side of the desk, grabbing the other piece of paper and restarting the tutorial on your laptop 

“grab me the little baggie, it’s on my nightstand, and my sewing kit please?” you ask over your shoulder. 

“why the sewing kit?”

“has some scrap fabric i think would be good stuffing for the box.”

...

you open the door to the room of requirement and hope to god that tom doesn’t think that this is lame.

he jumps in his chair and looks back at you. 

“what are you doing here?” he asks, “it’s still christmas break.”

you close the door behind you and go over to him. “you scary easy for someone so confident.” you tease him, he glances up at you glaring. you take a breath. “sorry. i had to.” you hop on to sit on the desk. “i came to visit luna. she came back after christmas.”

he gives you a hum in response. 

“also, i heard through the grape vine a while back that your birthday is today. so i’ve been keeping my eye out for something for you.” you dig into your pocket for the little paper box that’s felt heavy since the moment you put it there, and place it in front of tom. “and I got you this.” you smile down at him.

he stares at it. just, stares, and although not long passes, the weight of his lack of a response is agonising. 

slowly, he takes the delicate gift in his hands, uncapping the box and taking the drawstring bag out of it’s container. he hooks his fingers in the mouth of the bag, opening it as if something poisonous is about to jump out if he moves out of turn. softly, he shakes the contents into his palm. a gold ring with da vinci’s vitruvian man etched onto the surface. A symbol of his ever-present curiosity and craving for knowledge. 

“happy birthday! I hope you like it, tommi. i chose gold to match your family ring.”

he stands up. you get ready for something, anything. just a thank you, really, maybe a smile if he would afford you one.

and he walks away. the door shut behind him.

you hug yourself. maybe this was a bad idea. 

...

your words rung in him, you rung in him. 

happy birthday. 

tommi.

he slides the ring on. 

[pxgeturner]

blurbs with gigi!: "are you breaking up with me?" w tommi

(this probably doesn't make any sense bcz I was daydreaming as this was being written so I wasn't paying al lot of attention to how well it reads and flows.)

—🖇️

you’re walking with honey to your first class. 

you bump into someone “are you breaking up with me?” tom. 

you rub your nose, “what no!” you put a hand on his chest. honey steps out of the way. 

“you barely texted me all break.” he runs his hand through his hair. you notice that all the guys are there. mattheo, theo, blaise, draco, enzo, even pansy. you realize that during the break all you did was spend time with your friends back home and your siblings. you can only remember calling tom twice let alone all your friends here at hogwarts. 

tears well in your eyes, you’ve been such a bad girlfriend. “that is so sucky of me. and you didn't deserve that. and i’m sorry. all i can say is i won’t do something like that aga—” you squeal as someone puts their hands on your shoulders. 

“BOO!”

you turn around. “oh my god!?” he picks you up and twirls you around 

together you start chanting “we’re number one! we’re number one!” 

he sets you down and you face your people. “everyone, meet justin!” you show him off. “one of the—” you count on your fingers, “—eight reasons I was MIA during break.”

“oh! i have the second part of your christmas gift.” justin’s green eyes shine with mischief. 

he steeps in close so pretty much all you can see are his blond bangs. he puts his hand over your eyes. “keep ‘em closed.” you can hear rustling as you wait, “’kay now hold out your arms.” you do as your told. justin sets something large and fragile into your grasp. “now open!”

“blondie!” you’re holding a bouquet. of books. that fuckin dork. you look at the titles and, you have every single one. “jay, you’re so sweet, bubba. but,” you hand it back to him, and waltz yourself over to your boyfriend, hooking your arm on his and leaning on him. “but i have all of those titles on my dorm bookshelf, courtesy of this lovely speciman.” you look out of the corner of your eye and see a small smile form on tommi’s face

justin scowls “you haven’t updated your goodreads!” he accuses. 

“well, i’m really busy, i mean i have a boyfriend.” you point at tom, “and if im not hanging around these guys,” you gesture to all the friends around you. “i’m out with you and our people.” 

[pxgeturner]

Thinking about kylo accidentally forming a dyad with the princess of a small neutral planet.

—🖇️

The connection was probably made the first time he passed by aaldar. The first time you two had interacted with the other’s world, you were in your garden. You were sitting at a flowerbed, picking a bouquet for you mother. Until you weren’t. Until you were in a painfully white room. But you could still feel the plushness of the grass beneath you. You stand up, and approach a nearby desk, you place the blossom of an aricula on it– a peaceful message that you were here.

The first time kylo saw into your world, he had just finished doing his rounds on the bridge, heading to see master snoke. Suddenly, he was in a softly colored bedroom, classically decorated, with a four poster bed and plants littered around the room. There was a vase of flowers on the nightstand, the same kind of flower he found in his study a few days prior. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a vintage credit he found earlier that day white he was off ship. He placed it next to the vase.

It stayed like that for a week or two. The pair of you exchanging gifts of trinkets you found.

The first time you spoke to each other, you were reading a book, and he had just finished training. You were looking out your window at the garden, and he was looking out at his window, looking at the stars. That day you gave him the ribbon in your hair he gave you a pendant that used to be his mothers. From that day on your trading was supplemented by conversation an and quality time. You read together, talked for hours, fell asleep together. your maids and ladies thought you were either melancholic or sneaking out of the palace to complete some sort of secret mission. When you told kylo that he belly laughed, you heard him knock something over. He hadn’t laughed like that in years.

One day he stopped talking back. Radio silence. No heads up, no warning signs. He just stopped talking to you, cold turkey. It hurt and you felt so alone. He was your person, and he was just… gone.

And then you saw a man wearing your ribbon on his wrist.

[pxgeturner]

so this is love, in the garden — reimagined!jacques le gris

a gentleman stumbles upon a secret area of the palace garden, and sings a duet with an invisible maiden.

an. so. um. yeah this is my first piece in a reaaallll long time. and yeah it’s jacques. but this is not like, canon jacques. this is my version of jacques, a ladies man, naturally, but not necessarily a gentlemen in all aspects of life. he is not in any way a villain. when i tell you i was SO EXICTED for the last duel, i was ecstatic to have adam play a knight-in-shining-armor types, i had no idea that the movie was going to be… that (😖) so my brain blocked that out and put jacques into a reign!au/crossover so.. um yeah.. hopefully some ppl like this.

wc. 456

you wandered about the secret secluded area of the garden you call “yours”. of course, it is not yours but the crown’s. but no one ever comes here and you do not even think that the king nor the queen is aware of this spot's existence, as it is at the very edge of the garden, almost wood. there is a pond and two flower beds as well as a hedge that hides it all. you suppose not a soul besides you knows of this alcove. people think the hedge marks the end of the garden. this might be the king’s garden, but this is your secret space.

you lay at the edge of the water, dipping your fingers, singing a simple melody. you start to sing of the thing your soul craves.

“so this is love,

so this is love

so this is what makes life, divine

i’m all aglow—

and now i know—”

“and now i know,” a deep, attractive voice startles you. you cover your mouth and just barely stop yourself from rolling over into the pond.

“the key to all heaven is mine,” you sing together. you hear heavy footfall near your oasis.

“my heart has wings

and i can fly—”

he’s about to round the hedge. you can’t let him see you- you don’t know why, you just can’t. so you pick yourself up, and tuck yourself into the shrub. you’ve hidden in it before, once or twice when you want a complete guarantee of privacy. the greenery leaves no hint of your presence, your skirts tucked neatly under you.

as you start the last verse together, he discovers your place. you peer at him through the branches and leaves. he’s tall, very tall. with long hair and a broad frame. you recognize him. the new lord that has joined court. lord le gris. jacques, you think his name is.

you didn’t think he was one for singing.

“i’ll touch every star in the sky.

so, this is the miracle

that i've been dreaming of.

so… this, is, love—”

part of you wanted him to find you. maybe he’d scoop you out of the bush, help you fix your gown, and pick any twigs or leaves out of your hair. you’ve heard of how charming he is to the ladies of the court. you haven’t met him yet, as you are busy tending to queen mary.

“mademoiselle, where did you go?”

you couldn’t bring yourself to let him see you.

“will i hear from you again?” you gave him a soft melody as an answer. he rounds the pond, looking at the flowers.

“you have the voice of an angel. hopefully you would soon allow me to see the face of one as well.”

You can’t wait to meet lord le gris.

[pxgeturner]

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