#julien x phoebe

[beaujester]

favorite salt in the wound finales (in no particular order) rock en seine, france - august 25th (x)

[girlkisser13]

cool about it

"but i'm trying to forget about it" "feeling like i'm breaking a sweat about it" "wishing you would kindly get out of my head about it" "telling myself one day i'll forget about it" "knowing that it probably isn't true"

pairings: leo valdez x fem!reader

warnings/tags: fluff with a hint of angst. best friend leo.

summary: "if you even feel half the way i do about you..."

leo had always been good at fixing things. mending broken gadgets and constructing new inventions from mere scraps was second nature to him. but right now, as the morning sun filtered through the windows of cabin 9, casting long shadows on his half-finished projects, leo was wrestling with something he couldn’t fix, couldn’t build, couldn’t even figure out.

he hadn’t slept. not even a wink. his eyes stung from staying up, but that wasn’t the worst part. the worst part was that every time he closed his eyes, he could see last night. the faint glow of the fire in bunker 9. the hum of his latest invention. and then you, standing in front of him, close enough to touch, holding a plate of food with a worried look in your eyes because he’d skipped dinner. again.

his fingers drummed against the workbench, trying to distract himself. anything to take his mind off the kiss. that kiss. he couldn’t stop replaying it. the way you’d looked at him, concerned and sweet. how he’d leaned in, almost as if pulled by some invisible force, his lips meeting yours without a second thought. it had been quick, just a soft press, but it was enough to set his heart racing. and when he pulled away, your sibling had come looking for you, breaking the moment, and leo had been left standing there, dazed, as you were dragged away to help with some urgent task.

now, as the sunlight crept into the corners of the cabin, leo wished he could just flip a switch in his brain and shut down these thoughts. maybe you’d been surprised. maybe you’d wanted him to kiss you. or maybe— more likely— you hadn’t. maybe you were just being nice, and he’d gone and made everything awkward. the more he thought about it, the more he convinced himself that it was the latter. you were probably just being a good friend, and he’d ruined everything.

"idiot," he muttered to himself, raking a hand through his curly hair. "she’s your best friend. what were you thinking?"

he grabbed a wrench and turned back to his project, something half-finished that looked like a mechanical bird. he tightened a few bolts, but his thoughts kept wandering back to you. he had to talk to you. he had to apologize before this thing went any further, before he lost you for good. he took a deep breath, wiped his hands on his jeans, and scribbled a quick note on a piece of scrap paper.

meet me at bunker 9. please? –leo

at breakfast, he spotted you sitting with your siblings. you were laughing at something one of them said, looking completely normal, as if nothing had happened. as if he hadn’t kissed you. his heart pounded as he walked past your table and slipped the note into your hand. you looked up, surprised, but he was already turning away, heading for the door.

you showed up at bunker 9 about an hour later. he was waiting, nervously pacing back and forth. when he saw you step through the door, he stopped and stood there, unsure of how to begin. you looked as calm and collected as ever, but leo knew you well enough to see the flicker of uncertainty in your eyes.

"you wanted to see me?" you asked, closing the door behind you. the bunker was quiet except for the soft whir of a cooling fan and the faint crackling of his project on the workbench.

he opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. he swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. "yeah, i… i wanted to talk to you about last night," he finally managed. "i, uh… i’m really sorry. for kissing you, i mean. i wasn’t thinking. i know you probably didn’t want that, and… i just… i’m sorry."

your expression didn’t change, but he could see your hands tense slightly at your sides. he felt his heart sink. of course. you were going to tell him that it was a mistake, that he’d crossed a line.

"leo," you said softly. "it’s okay. i think we just got caught up in the moment. you were tired, and i probably looked like i needed kissing or something."

his stomach twisted. "so, you don’t…" he trailed off, unsure how to finish that sentence.

you offered a small smile. "leo, you had been working all day. it’s not surprising if you were feeling a little out of it."

he nodded, his heart heavy. he knew you were letting him down gently, trying to keep the peace. that was just like you. always thinking of others, even when it hurt.

a silence stretched between you, awkward and heavy. you shifted slightly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "is that all you wanted to talk to me about?" you asked, your voice sounding casual. but he could hear the faint trace of hope in your tone, and it almost broke his heart. you wanted him to say more, to give you some reason to stay. but he couldn’t do that. not when he was sure he’d already messed everything up.

"yeah," he said, forcing himself to nod. "that’s all. i just… i know you have a lot to do with it being cabin inspection day and all. you should probably go."

you hesitated, looking like you wanted to say something, but then you nodded. "right. i should get going." you turned to leave, and he watched you walk away, his heart aching with each step you took.

and then, just as you reached the door, he couldn’t hold it in anymore. "wait!" he called out, rushing forward. you stopped, turning back to face him, your eyes wide with surprise.

he grabbed your hand, pulling you back toward him. before he could talk himself out of it, he leaned in and kissed you again. this time, it wasn’t a mistake. it wasn’t some impulsive action he couldn’t control. this time, he knew exactly what he was doing. he felt you tense for a second, then relax against him, your hands resting on his shoulders.

when he pulled away, he kept his face close to yours, his forehead touching yours. "i meant it," he whispered, his voice shaky. "i meant to kiss you. both times."

you looked up at him, searching his eyes. "what?"

he took a deep breath, his heart pounding. "i’ve been trying to be cool about it, you know? i’ve tried to act like it’s not a big deal, like it’s just whatever, but it is. i haven’t been able to get that kiss out of my head. i can’t stop thinking about you, about us. i know it’s stupid, and i know i should just let it go, but… i can’t."

you felt your heart racing at his words, still processing everything he was saying. you searched his eyes for clarity. "leo, what are you saying?"

he took a deep breath, his heart pounding. "i'm saying that i’ve been in love with you since... i don't know. since forever, i guess. since pretty much the moment i saw you. you're the best friend i've ever had, and i know i don't deserve you, but... if you even feel half the way that i do..."

you were silent for a moment, and his heart sank. he was about to pull away, to let you go and tell you it was okay if you didn’t feel the same. but then you spoke.

"i don’t," you said, and his world stopped. he felt like he was falling, everything crashing down around him.

but then you smiled, a soft, shy smile that made his heart skip a beat. "i don’t feel half the way you do, leo," you continued, your voice trembling. "i feel it ten times more."

his eyes widened, hope flooding through him. "you… you mean that?"

you nodded. "i mean it, leo. i've been in love with you for so long, but i never thought you’d feel the same way."

he laughed, the sound full of relief and joy. "gods, we’re a couple of idiots, aren’t we?"

you laughed too, and his heart soared at the sound. he pulled you into his arms, holding you close, his head resting on top of yours. he could feel your heartbeat against his chest, strong and steady, matching his own.

"i’m still sorry for last night," he murmured into your hair. "not for kissing you, but for not saying this sooner."

you pulled back, looking up at him with a smile. "well, you’re saying it now. that’s what matters."

he grinned, his heart feeling lighter than it had in years. he kissed you again, and this time, he knew it wasn’t a mistake. this time, it was real.

[bonm4ti]

( - by request - ) ( PART2 )

- Your camera roll if you were dating Julien Baker 🎸

[jestersprivilege]

Julien Baker at All Things Go Nyc 2024

Pls credit me as this is my video from my camera.

[gingerjolover]

is the fandom still alive?? sorry y’all, mama has been going THRU it!

i HATE my job, trying to find a new one that gives me more work life balance bc i have barely had time to write :(

i really want to start posting again, even if it’s only once a week, but it’s so hard when i’m tired all the time

also i’m getting tested for autism because you’re girl has been having some…meltdowns at work

and they don’t give me any medical accommodations :(

anyways! if you sent a request recently OR there’s something that you really want me to continue, please please PLEASE put it at the top of my inbox!!!!

[outofmydepthatapublicbeach]

jb in highschool!!! she looked like such a sweetheart omg

[lucdacuslady]

your instagram story if you were dating julien baker

original idea from @boywithpinkcarnation thanks c!!

[honeys-hotties]

I Don't Deserve You-Julien Baker x Reader

my first julien baker fic, because the jb brainrot is SO REAL i love her with my whole heart

jb x fem!reader

angst but happy ending (have i ever written anything without angst??) anyways! as always, this is all made up!! jb is a little mean in this one, and in real life i am so sure she would never act like this

word cout: 2222 <3

After a horrifically unproductive day at the studio, all Julien wants to do when she gets back to her house is sleep for approximately 17 hours. The clock on the wall reads 6:13 when she drops her jacket on the couch, completely forgetting about the dirty breakfast dishes she had promised you she would clean up that morning. You had an obnoxiously early start that morning, but wanting to see you before you left for work, Julien had woken up and you two had made breakfast together.

“I’m so sorry I don’t have time to clean everything up,” you had whispered apologetically, perched atop the counter while Julien stood between your legs. “If you could put everything away before you go to the studio for me please baby? And I can make us dinner tonight? I shouldn’t be too late? I think they were saying 7:00 wrap tonight? So I’ll be home by 7:45 at the latest.” Julien had agreed, if mostly to quiet her excited girlfriend so she could get a few kisses in before you left, but had gone back upstairs and fallen asleep after you were gone. She had slept through her alarm, and in her panic to get to the studio on time had forgotten to clean the kitchen.

Julien walked up the stairs, pushing the door to their bedroom open and falling face-first onto the large, unmade bed, and immediately passing out. She sleeps peacefully for about an hour and a half, until the slamming of the front door startles her awake. Rubbing her eyes irritatedly, Julien sits up in the darkened bedroom, a headache growing behind her eyes. 

“Babe?” She hears you call from downstairs. “Where are you?” Grumbling to herself, Julien sits up and stretches, her back popping from the movements. You pad up the stairs, and poke your head into the bedroom, smiling at the sight of your tired girlfriend. “Good nap?” you ask softly, walking towards the bed and sitting down next to Julien, who wraps her arms around her girlfriend’s waist, resting her head in your lap.

“Yeah, baby.” Julien hums. “Really good nap.”

You laugh softly, stroking Julien’s hair in your lap. “I’m glad, babe. You’ve been working yourself to death recently. How was the studio today?”

Julien rolls her eyes, sitting up abruptly. “I really don’t want to talk about work right now.” She says, irritated. Your eyes widen slightly, shocked by your girlfriend’s sharp tone, but ultimately chalking it up to her exhaustion. “Oh, okay. I’m sorry, Jules. I can go start dinner, if you want to nap a little longer?”

Julien looks at you guiltily. “I’m sorry, princess.” She pulls you into her lap, kissing your forehead repeatedly. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you. I love you.” You laugh quietly, relishing in the comfort of Julien’s arms, the kisses being pressed to your face. 

“It’s okay baby. I get it. Want to come start on dinner with me?” 

Julien nods, and follows like a puppy after you, down the stairs and into the kitchen. Julien is so lost in thought that when you stop abruptly in front of her at the sight of the kitchen, Julien smacks directly into you, knocking you forward a couple of steps. 

“Whoa princess, what’re you doin’?” She asks, reaching out to steady you. You swat her hands away, turning to face Julien with an unamused expression on your face. “Hey,” Julien takes a step back. “I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to bump into you, I swear, I just wasn’t expecting you to stop there…” she trails off at the look on your face. “What?”

“The kitchen, JB.” You say, gesturing to the dirty dishes behind you. “You promised you would clean up this morning, remember? I specifically asked if you could take care of it this morning so it wouldn’t be a problem tonight, and you told me not to worry, that you would clean up before you left.”

Julien rolls her eyes, her girlfriend’s irritation only adding to her bad mood. “Seriously, babe? You barely see me all day, and now you’re getting mad because I didn’t do the dishes? So I wanted to get some extra sleep this morning? Don’t you think I fuckin’ deserve it? I work so damn hard, I deserve a break, and having you flipping out on me isn’t helpful, baby.” Her tone is biting, her words harsh, and she barely notices the tears glazing over her girlfriend’s eyes. 

“I work hard too, Julien!” You grit out. “Just because I’m not some incredible singer doesn’t mean I don’t work hard, doesn’t mean I’m not exhausted when I get home. You told me you would clean up and you didn’t, I don’t understand why you’re getting so defensive-”

“Exactly!” Julien yells. “You don’t understand. You have no idea what it’s like to have this pressure on your shoulders every goddamn second, the eyes of so many people, waiting for you to fuck up. But guess fucking what, princess? The world doesn’t revolve around you.” She stalks closer to you, her voice loud. “You have no idea what I’m dealing with, how exhausted I am constantly, how hard I’m working. So I forgot to do the dishes once? So what? Look at everything I do for you, everything I bring to the table, versus you, and then try to tell me off again, princess.” As soon as the words leave her mouth, Julien wishes she could take them back. You look like you’ve been slapped across the face, and the unshed tears in your eyes finally begin to fall. You let out a choked sob, backing away from Julien who, in her anger, had cornered you against the table. 

“Wait, baby…I didn’t…” but it’s too late. The damage is done. 

“You’re right, Julien,” You manage. “I don’t know what it’s like. Maybe you should find someone who understands you, because obviously I never could.”

“No, princess, please-” Julien starts, before you cut her off.

“Don’t fucking call me that.” You snap. “I’m not your ‘princess’, I’m not your ‘baby’, I’m not your ‘doll’, I’m not anything to you, apparently.”

“No, please. You’re everything to me, I swear, I was just being mean because I’m tired, please, I didn’t mean it” Julien’s eyes fill with tears. You turn away from her. “I think you should leave, Julien. Before you say something else you ‘don’t mean’”. 

“No, please, you know I can’t leave when we’re fighting, we have to fix things, please let me fix things.”

You turn to her, tears streaming down your face. “I don’t know if you can fix this, Julien. I’ve put up with a lot of your shit, when you snap at me because you’ve had long days at the studio and I let it slide, when you chainsmoke because you’re stressed and I hold my tongue because I don’t want to make you more upset, when you make my problems feel small because I’m not part of some huge band. I don’t know if I can do this anymore. It’s not fair to me.”

Julien drops to her knees in front of you, reaching gently for your hands. “Please let me fix this” she cries softly. “Please, my love. I will do anything to make it up to you. Anything.” You pull your hands from Julien’s grasp. 

“I’m going to bed” you say, brokenly. “Just, wash the dishes, please.” 

“I love you” Julien calls out after you, watching you retreat up the stairs. “Baby, I-I love you.” You say nothing, and as soon as you disappear up the stairs, Julien breaks down in tears. She sits on the kitchen floor and cries, cries because she thinks she might have just ruined the best thing in her life. Julien cries for what feels like either ten minutes or ten hours, until she has no tears left and her sobs turn into pathetic sniffles. Eventually, she stands up and finds her phone, calling the only two people she trusts to help her fix her relationship. Phoebe and Lucy both pick up almost immediately, and listen dutifully as Julien fills them in on the fight while she tries to tidy up the kitchen. 

“Wow” Phoebe manages when Julien finishes the story. “Julien, fuck, I don’t know what to say.”

“I do,” Lucy chimes in. “You fucked up. Big time. Like, I don’t even know how you fucked up this badly.”

“That’s really helpful, Luce.” Julien retorts. “Now, how do I fix things? She’s the best thing in my life, and I can’t do this without her.”

“I think you and her need to have a really serious conversation about your relationship and what she expects of you” Phoebe says seriously. “It sounds like you’ve been neglecting her, however unintentionally, taking her for granted. She’s put up with it for long enough, JB, and honestly, she deserves better. I love you and I’m here for you no matter what, but you’re in the wrong here, babe.”

“You guys will work it out, but just try to understand where she’s coming from. You’ve got a pretty short fuse when you’re stressed,” Lucy adds. “I know you both and I know how much love you have for each other. Just, talk things through with her, see it from her point of view.”

“Okay. I’ll try. And you’re right, she deserves better. I’ll do my best to try harder for her, to be more attentive and more patient for her. I love her so much.”

“We know,” Lucy says. “We love you both so much, and I know you two will work it out. It’s hard right now, but you’re going to come out on the other side of this so much stronger as a couple.”

“Tell her we say hi, and call us tomorrow with updates, okay JB. We love you.” Phoebe says, bringing a small smile to Julien’s face.

“I will. Thank you guys, I love you both so much.” Julien disconnects the call and wipes down the counter, before turning off the kitchen lights and heading upstairs. Her footsteps grow soft as she reaches the door to your shared bedroom, and she pushes the door open softly, her heart breaking at the sight of you curled up on the bed, eyes red and puffy. 

“I don’t want to talk right now, Julien.” You say quietly, your voice raspy. 

“Will you listen then, baby? Just, I have a few things I want to say to you, to apologize for, and then you can kick me out, okay?” Julien asks hopefully, walking slowly towards the bed. You sit up wordlessly, gesturing for Julien to go ahead.

“Um, okay. Here goes. Baby, I’m so, so fucking sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I’ve been so tired and stressed lately. And I know that’s not an excuse. I just want to tell you where I’m coming from. That gives me zero right to take it out on you, though. And I’m so sorry because through everything, you’ve been here for me. You’ve stuck with me, through good and bad, no matter what. And I’ve been taking you for granted, which is so unfair to you, and you deserve so much better than me. You deserve someone who listens to you and values your opinions, someone who loves you so much they can’t stand the thought of life without you. Someone who knows how hard you work, someone who is always there for you, someone who is patient and protective and treats you like a queen. I want to be that person for you, if you’ll let me. I want to show you how incredible you are and tell you every day for the rest of our lives how much I adore you. I can’t imagine my life without you. I don’t want to imagine my life without you. I know I don’t deserve you, but please, give me another chance. You make my life worth living, you make everything better. I love you more than I can ever say, but if you want me, I will spend the rest of our lives proving how much I love you.” By the end of her speech, you're sobbing. 

“Oh, fuck, baby, doll, I’m so sorry, I-”

“Shut up and kiss me” You cut her off, and Julien’s eyes widen at your statement. “I, what?”

“You heard me,” you laughed, your throat still choked with tears. “Kiss me, Julien.” Without hesitating, Julien surges forward and connects your lips in a searing kiss. She can taste the salt of your tears mixing with her own, and when she finally breaks away, she rests her forehead against yours, gently wiping your tears away.  “I love you” she whispers. “And I don’t deserve you. But I love you so much. And I’m sorry.”

“I know you are,” you say. “But I don’t want to talk about that right now. I’m tired. Let’s go to sleep, we can talk more in the morning.”

Julien presses her lips to yours once more. “You’re the boss, princess. I’ll start making it up to you first thing tomorrow.”

“You better.” You say, letting out a watery chuckle, cuddling into her. “And I have a few ideas for how you can start.”

honey's notes: to anyone reading this right now, i love you you're amazing, all the forehead kisses in the world for you! this fic was so fun to write, lmk if i should write more for jb or the boys!

love always, honey

[princess5anna]

she looks like a fucking renaissance painting god save me

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[beaujester]

favorite salt in the wound finales (in no particular order) the mann center, philadelphia - september 30th (x)

+ bonus lucy and phoebe kissing like Het Girls 😭 (x)

[girlkisser13]

emily i’m sorry

"emily, forgive me, can we" "make it up as we go along?" "i'm twenty-seven and i don't know who i am" "but i know what i want"

pairings: emily prentiss x fem!reader

warnings/tags: angst with a bit of fluff at the end.

summary: you and emily find your way to each other.

returning to quantico was like stepping into a time capsule. the bau had always been a place of intensity, where minds were stretched to their limits and where you had once spent countless hours. but this time, walking through those familiar halls, you felt a different kind of pressure— the weight of seeing emily again after so many years apart.

the past had a way of creeping up on you, especially in a place like this, where every corner held memories. you had loved emily once, more than you thought possible. but in your pursuit of a career that demanded everything, you had made the impossible decision to walk away. it was mutual, or at least that’s what you both said at the time. there were no harsh words, no accusations— just two people who had to part ways for the sake of their futures.

yet standing here now, you couldn’t help but question that choice.

as you made your way into the bullpen, you were greeted by the team— a group of people you knew by reputation but had never worked with before. penelope garcia was the first to spot you, her eyes lighting up as she made her way over.

"you must be the new liaison!" she exclaimed, her voice as bright as her personality. "i’m penelope garcia, resident genius, and lover of all things tech."

you smiled, accepting the warm handshake. "y/n l/n, nice to meet you, garcia."

"please, call me penelope. we’re all friends here," she said with a wink before turning to the rest of the team. "everyone, meet our new liaison."

you exchanged handshakes and introductions with david rossi, spencer reid, aaron hotchner, and derek morgan. they were all friendly, professional, and welcoming. none of them knew your history with emily, and you weren’t sure if that made things easier or harder.

"prentiss is in her office," rossi mentioned, almost casually. "she’s probably buried in paperwork."

you nodded, trying to keep your expression neutral. "i’ll go introduce myself."

the walk to emily’s office felt longer than it should have, each step heavy with anticipation. you took a deep breath before knocking on the door, trying to steady your nerves.

"come in," came emily’s voice, slightly muffled by the door.

you pushed the door open and stepped inside, your heart skipping a beat as your eyes met hers. emily looked almost exactly as you remembered— poised, strong, with that keen, intelligent gaze that had always drawn you in. but when she saw you, her eyes widened in shock, and she froze, the file she was holding slipping from her fingers and landing on the desk.

"y/n?" her voice was soft, almost disbelieving.

"hey, emily," you said, your voice betraying a hint of the nervousness you felt. "it’s been a while."

she stared at you for a moment, as if trying to convince herself that you were really there. finally, she found her voice. "i didn’t know you were coming back."

"i’m the new liaison,” you explained, stepping further into the office. "i just met the team."

emily blinked, clearly trying to process this new information. "you’re taking jj’s position?"

"yeah," you confirmed. "it feels right. like coming home, in a way."

a long, tense silence stretched between you. the last time you had seen emily, you both had agreed to part ways. you needed to focus on your career, and she had understood. but standing here now, all those old feelings resurfaced, and you realized how much you had missed her.

"i didn’t think i’d see you again," emily finally said, her voice low and laced with emotion.

"neither did i," you admitted. "but life has a funny way of bringing you back to the things you thought you’d left behind."

emily studied you, her expression unreadable. "why did you come back?"

her question was simple, but it hit you like a ton of bricks. you had thought about this moment, about what you would say if you ever saw her again. now that it was here, the words felt heavy in your mouth.

"emily, i’m sorry," you began, your voice cracking slightly. "when we broke up, i thought i was doing the right thing. i thought i needed to focus on my career, and i convinced myself that it was for the best."

she listened, her eyes never leaving yours, but she didn’t say anything.

"i thought i was making the right choice," you continued, your voice filled with regret. "but after all this time, after everything i’ve done, i still don’t know who i am. the only thing i’m sure of is that i still love you. i never stopped."

emily looked down, her expression softening. "you left," she whispered, her voice carrying a weight of hurt. "you chose your career over us."

"i know," you replied, feeling a lump form in your throat. "and i'm sorry for that, more than you can imagine. i thought i was making the right choice, but i was wrong. i've spent all this time trying to figure out who i am, but the only thing i'm sure of is that i still love you."

her breath hitched slightly, and she finally looked up at you, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "you broke my heart, y/n," she said, her voice trembling.

"i know," you whispered, taking a cautious step closer. "and i’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to you, if you’ll let me."

for a long moment, emily just looked at you, as if weighing your words. then, slowly, she stepped forward and pulled you into a tight embrace. the warmth of her arms around you, the familiar scent of her hair, it all came rushing back, and you held her close, never wanting to let go.

"i missed you," she murmured against your shoulder, her voice thick with emotion.

"i missed you too," you whispered back, relief flooding through you. "i’m not going anywhere this time, emily. i promise."

she pulled back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes. there was a hint of a smile on her lips, a glimmer of hope in her gaze.

"maybe we could… start over?" she suggested tentatively.

you smiled, your heart feeling lighter than it had in years. "i’d like that."

as you stood there, holding each other, you knew that this was where you were meant to be. not just in the bau, but with emily, in her arms, where you’d always belonged.

and this time, you weren’t going to let her go.

[dumblilb]

Me @ Ellie Williams

[aviscarrentals]

straight people need to stop feeling so comfortable saying shit like "omg fans of [insert queer musician with an almost entirely queer audience here] are so annoying 😒😒"

it's literally just a way to call openly lgbtq+ people who don't hide who they are annoying like just say you're homophobic

[deathbyhertouch]

3M Part 4 (Final Part)

stripper!reader x boygenius

A/N: Hi everyone! Thank you so much for your support for this series. You make my heart leap. Please send me some requests if you'd like to see more of my work!

warnings: heavy smut (18+, mdni), kissing, face riding, spitroasting, choking, pussy eating( all receiving), squirting, fingering, hair pulling, pet names, degredation, praise, strap-on, doggystyle, slight body worship

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As soon as the front door closed, you couldn’t tell who’s hand was whose. You were in a heavy liplock with Lucy, her hands tangling themselves in your hair. There was a heavy passion behind the kiss, due to the fact that your true feelings were out in the open. You were ecstatic to have your feelings reciprocated, finally feeling like something was going good in your life. 

“Bedroom, shall we?” Lucy breathed against your lips, gently tugging at your hair. You hummed and nodded, allowing her to lead the way. She grasped your hand in hers, placing a kiss to it, before leading you to the bedroom. Julien and Phoebe were not far behind the two of you. When she made it to your bedroom, she turned on the bedside lamp, allowing the room to illuminate softly. 

She moved back in front of you, her hands finding their place on your hips. Your hands moved to cup her face. She beamed down at you, and you matched her smile. You craned your head up to reconnect your lips once more. She met you halfway, her mouth molding to fit against yours. You sighed against her mouth, running your hands down past her shoulders, stopping at the low neckline of her dress, pawing at her breasts. She moaned into your mouth, and you took that as a sign to continue. Your fingers dipped below the hemline, using your other hand to pull the straps of her dress down her arms, letting the fabric fall down to pool around her ankles.

You broke the kiss to admire her beauty. She looked ephemeral in the soft light, her features highlighted just for you, as she was on a pedestal. You could feel your pussy ache at the mere sight of her. 

You felt fingers at the zipper of your own dress, and a kiss pressed to your shoulder blade, pulling you back to reality. You turned, seeing Phoebe’s mesmerizing eyes looking back into your own. She winked at you, pulling down the zipper, letting your own dress fall to your feet. Her hands grasped at your bare ass, the thong you wore was not covering hardly anything. You stepped out of the pool of fabric, finding yourself in front of Lucy once again. You grasped at her thighs, looking up at her.

“Trust me, love?” You asked, giving her a small grin. She nodded, smiling back down at you. 

“Jump, then.” She followed your suggestion, wrapping her legs around your waist and you carried her to the bed. You laid her against your pillows, and they created a plush halo around her. 

“You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?” You breathed, have to yourself, half in devotion to the goddess in front of you. She smirked, winking at you.

“I have a hunch.” She giggled, beckoning your forward with her finger. You obliged, crawling your way across the king size towards her. You stopped at her stomach, showering her with light kisses. Julien and Phoebe took their places on either side of her. You looked up at them and hummed, smiling to yourself.

“Isn’t this a familiar sight? Reminds me of when we first met.” You reminisced. They were silent, but gave you a soft smile, urging you to continue. Your lips ducked down to make contact with Lucy’s skin once more, trailing down towards her pubic bone. Your eyes glanced up to see Phoebe sucking on the skin at Lucy’s neck, and Julien rubbing lazy circles across Lucy’s inner thigh. She had Lucy’s leg pulled across her lap to give you an easier access point. You kissed the tops of her thighs, pulling a wanton moan from her lips. 

“Please baby, touch me. I want to feel your tongue on me.” She whined, making you smirk up at her.

“All in good time, dearest.” You cooed up at her. She whimpered, her hips bucking subconsciously. Julien chuckled, holding her leg tighter.

“Don’t worry baby, she’ll take such good care of you. Won’t you, doll?” Julien comforted the raven-haired woman, before acknowledging you.

 You hummed in response, before pressing a kiss just above her clit. Phoebe pulled back from Lucy’s neck, before turning her attention to you. Her hand reaching down to tug at Lucy’s taught nipple. She moaned loudly, wanting some relief. You figured she was ready, her slick now dripping down onto the duvet. You leaned in and sucked her clit into your mouth. She cried out, finally receiving what she was so desperate for. You flicked your tongue against it and brought your fingers to her entrance. You sucked her clit harshly, before slipping two digits inside her. Her pussy clenching around you, practically gushing at this point. You pumped them in and out of her, keeping a relentless pace against her aching bud. The noises she was exuding was only fueling your motivation, determined to get her to her release.

“Shit, honey, I'm so close, please, don’t stop.” She pleaded, her orgasm ready to spill over. You lapped your tongue at her clit, slipping a third finger inside her. She gasped, before throwing her head back in ecstasy. Her thighs were shaking, and a sheer layer of sweat crept across her forehead. You sped up your actions, and she moaned loudly, finally reaching her release. Her arousal squirted out of her and adorned your lower face.

“Fuck Luce, that was amazing. Doesn’t she taste so good, Y/N?” Phoebe asked you. You smirked at the blonde, before diving back into Lucy’s wet folds. She moaned exhaustedly, and you kitten licked her release up, not wasting a single drop. You popped off of her pussy, before sitting on your knees.

“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” You cooed, praising your sweet girl, who was currently fucked out against the pillows. She nodded haphazardly, still in bliss from her quaking orgasm. You looked over at Julien, leaning towards her to pull her into a kiss. She obliged, crashing her lips against yours, moaning into your mouth. She could clearly taste Lucy on your tongue, only driving her hornier. The hand you weren’t supporting your weight on quickly made its way to her throbbing clit, rubbing feather-light circles against the swollen nub. She sighed into the kiss, and you could feel the tension in her soldiers ease up. She scooted closer to you on her knees, spreading them so your fingers could get a better angle. Her arms wrapped themselves around you, her hands grabbing at your ass. She kneaded the soft flesh, making you shiver under her touch. You sped up your fingers, feeling her wetness coat her folds and your fingers. You teased her a bit, running a finger down to her entrance and circling it. She whined against your lips, tugging your body impossibly closer to hers. You slipped a finger into her, hearing her audibly gasp at the sensation. You giggled into her mouth, before removing your finger, and pulling back. 

“C’mon baby, I want you to lay back, let me make you feel so good.” You ordered her, watching the brunette’s cheeks flush red, before nodding and scooting back. You smiled down at her, taking stock of Lucy watching the two of you and Phoebe nowhere to be found.

“Where’s Pheebs?” You asked Lucy, wondering where the third of your lovers ran to. Before you could answer, however, Your face was pushed into Julien’s dripping cunt, and felt the tip of something hard against your own pussy. You moaned, feeling the hard silicone probe at your entrance. 

Where did she get a strap from? You pondered, before swiping your tongue through Julien’s folds. You moaned at the taste, the vibrations sending shock waves through her body. Her hips moved against your face, grinding down on you. Phoebe pushed in you all the way, making you whine against Julien. You slipped a finger back into her cunt, curling it against her g-spot, She whined, throwing her head back into the pillows. Lucy turned on her side, taking in the sight of her lovers. Phoebe’s hips snapped up against yours, drilling you at a fast pace. You were releasing pornographic moans, the sounds being swallowed as your mouth was fastened against Julien’s pussy. 

“Yeah? You like being fucked like a whore?” Phoebe growled, wrapping your hair into her fist. She yanked you back so your body was against hers. She wrapped her other hand around your throat, squeezing tightly. You didn’t let out a sound, too cock drunk on her to speak.

“Answer me, angel.” She whispered into your ear, nipping at the soft flesh. You nodded lazily, which only provoked her more. She yanked at your hair which caused you to yelp.

“Fuck, yes I like it. Please fuck me like the whore I am.” You whined out, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. She smiled, kissed the side of your neck, and released her grip on you, allowing you to resume the position of lapping Julien’s sweet cunt. She whimpered, soothing your sore scalp by gently rubbing her fingers through your hair.

“Careful, PB, don’t break our girlfriend.” Julien remarked. Phoebe smiled, harshly bucking her hips into your backside.

“Not breaking, just bending a bit.” She teased you, replying to the brunette in your favor. Lucy chuckled a bit, popping off of Julien’s tit to smirk at the blonde. You moaned into her folds, causing Julien’s hips to buck up against your face.

“Fuck angel, I’m so close. Let me cum on your pretty face.” Julien pleaded. You hummed, slipping your fingers back into her, starting a fast pace. She screamed with pleasure, causing Phoebe to speed up her thrusts into you. Julien cried out, throwing her head back against the pillow as she came all over your face. Her arousal dripping down your chin as you rode her through her orgasm. Once she calmed down enough, gently tapping the side of your face, you pulled off. Your own release was not far behind as Phoebe kept up her pace, eager to get you to cream on her cock. She wrapped an arm around your stomach pulling you to her body once more, snaking the other to find your clit.

“Give it to me, baby. Cum all over my hard cock.” She begged, which was all you needed as you moaned out, gushing around her strap. She growled into your ear.

“Good girl. You did so well tonight, didn’t you?” She cooed into your ear, pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear. You nodded, feeling the drowsiness take over. She released her grip on you, and you crawled up into Julien’s open arms.

“C’mere Pheebs, let me make you cum.” Lucy bargained, tugging at the blonde’s thighs. Phoebe nodded, unstrapping the harness, tossing it to the other side of the room. She crawled up to Lucy’s face, swinging her legs to either side before gracefully sitting on her tongue. She let out a low moan, hips rocking back and forth on the raven-haired woman’s jaw.

 Lucy’s hands gripped at her ass, essentially guiding her back and forth. Phoebe’s noises became more pornographic as her orgasm was coming quickly. Lucy hummed into her, trying to edge her along with the vibrations. Phoebe squealed, feeling her pleasure wash over her. Lucy’s noises echoed the blonde’s, coaxing her arousal out of her. 

You smiled at the sight, watching your girlfriends in admiration as Julien’s soft snores lulled you further into falling asleep. You watched Phoebe shuffle off of Lucy’s face, before snuggling into your side to wrap an arm around your waist. You smiled, turning your head to press a goodnight kiss to her, before reaching over and giving one to Lucy. You turned back and pecked Julien, who faintly returned it, still deep in her sleep. You shimmied back down, effectively burying your face in her breast. You smiled widely, before opening your lips to speak.

“I love you guys.”

“Love you too, doll.”

Love, A.