#boygenius fanfic

[motions1ckness]

“Girl Next Door”

Julien Baker college!au

summary: you’re visiting your hometown from college and the new neighbor’s daughter is visiting too.

content: smut, f!reader, dom julien, overstimulation, straps, submissive reader, minor use of pet names

“Do you know if the coffee shop I always went to is still open?” You yelled down to your mom, who was bringing in the last of your luggage from the car.

“I think so, but it’s almost 4 honey. I also forgot to tell you about the new neighbors.” She trailed on as you made your way down the stairs to get your bag from her, “they’re across the street and they told me they also have a daughter coming back from college; you should say hi, she’s a music major,” your mom beamed. You took the bag from her and offered a weak smile.

Honestly, you hated introducing yourself and feeling forced to say ‘hi’ to people you barely know. So, hiding out from the new neighbors seemed easy enough. “Yeah if I see them,” you responded, making your way up the stairs and setting the final bag on the wooden vanity that’s been in your room since you were in the first grade. You gave yourself a look in the mirror before losing the scarf around your neck and grabbing your keys, “Alright I’m gonna head out, I’ll be back before 6 probably.” All you got back was a murmur. The new neighbors and their mysterious daughter were the last thing you wanted to think about as you finally shut the front door.

Directly after locking it, you saw her. She seemed to be getting her stuff from the back of her truck as the two of you stopped. It was quick, but you could feel her studying your body, then your lips, before darting to your eyes again. Heat scattered over your face, contrasting with the brisk weather. Her lips curved into a smirk as she continued getting her stuff from the back, and you resumed on your way.

The ride was loaded with second-guessing and arousal as you kept playing the moment in your head. And it kept playing as you pushed open the doors to the cafe, the nostalgic scent soothing your nerves. After placing your order, you claimed your favorite spot in high school and often spent hours cramping for a test the next day. In an attempt to control the racing thoughts about the neighbor's daughter, you mindlessly scrolled on your phone, trying to relieve yourself of this fascination. A subtle chime from the door whistled, commanding your attention to none other than her. Her eyes flickered to yours before ordering and then walking towards you. Your breath was caught in your throat as the girl you’ve been trying to get out of your head was directly in front of you.

“Mind if I joined you?” Her voice was warm, and before you could think you were nodding. She took the seat across from you, and you made a mental note of her toned arms and how good they’d look- “ I’m Julien, by the way.” You had exchanged names and noticed her thumping on the table with her tatted fingers. “I’ve heard a lot about you,” Julien stated, gaze fixed on you.

“You have? Like what?” You wanted to kick yourself for not thinking of a better response but blamed it on her boldness and your extreme attraction toward her.

“That there was a cute girl also visiting from college across the street. Had to see it for myself.” A familiar flush covered your cheeks as her eyes landed on your lips.

“I hope I live up to the expectation,” you responded meekly.

Julien smirked, tilting her head slightly, her gaze piercing, “You definitely do,” her comment made you more giddy than you’d like to admit, “I feel like our parents have been plotting our introduction for a while." Her dumb quip made you laugh, sounding more nervous than you wanted, but Julien didn’t mind.

She loved how flustered she made you.

“Since I’m kinda new to this area, would you mind showing me around?” she asked, moving her hand from the table to your arm. The action pushed all the tension to leave your body, breaking her eye contact to stare at her rose tattoo below her knuckles.

Flustered, you respond, Sure,” taking a sharp inhale of breath, “I can show you more than just that.” You said, just above a whisper.

A beat passed, Julien's lips parted slightly before standing and holding her hand out, “I hope you didn’t want that coffee.” she said, her voice sounding gravelly. Unable to form words, you took her calloused hand and rushed to your car.

The moment she closed her door her hands found your hair, hauling you towards her, her lips crashing into yours. A slight moan escapes your throat as you feel your core pooling with heat. Your hand falls on her neck, as her tongue runs against your teeth making you submit to her.

Julien pulled away slightly, panting, “Maybe we should just head back to mine.” One of her hands leaves your hair to hold your jaw, her thumb sitting on your lip. You softened to her touch, your fixated stare never wavering.

Her attention focused on your mouth, running her thumb across your bottom lip. You gave her a short hum in response, unable to form cohesive thoughts.

“I need you to use your words, hun,” she commanded, adding pressure to her movement. That seemed to finally push you out of a dream state and answer her, “Y-yeah let’s do that,” you swallowed, starting to head back.

The ride was short. You put on some mindless music and could feel Julien’s gaze burning through you. When you pulled into your driveway, both of you took note of the vacant parking spots left by her parents.

After getting out of the car, the two of you discreetly went to her parent’s house, worried your parents would look out the window and question you about the two of you sneaking around. Whilst entering, Julien eagerly took your hand, pulling you towards her room.

Julien shut the door behind you two, pushing you against it. Her cologne overwhelmed your senses, the tattoos, and strands of her dirty blonde hair falling in front of her face making you weak.

Julien started attacking your neck, leaving marks and small bites down to your collarbones. “Julien you’re so- fuck” you whined, tossing your head back, giving her better access.

Drawing back slightly, she found the neck of my shirt and rubbed the fabric between her fingers, “Can I?”

“Please” you breathed. Julien wasted no time getting your top onto the floor before grabbing your waist and attacking your chest. The sensation pulled a moan from you, feeling her soft lips leave scattered love bites across your body.

“How about we move to the bed,” she asked, glancing up at you with a contrasting innocent demeanor. You quickly nodded and followed her to the bed, where she stood over you, looking down at your beauty.

“Are you into straps or stuff like that?” She followed up, catching you a bit off guard by the reality of the situation setting in.

“Y-yeah I’m good with anything,” you affirm before kissing her again, Julien pulls away looking in one of her bags to pull out a strap. You knew if Julien was a guy you’d have trouble with it, but seeing what she brought made your jaw hang.

“You always carry that with you?” You joked but tried to figure out why she packed a sex toy with her while visiting her parent's new house.

She started to undress, starting with her shirt. “I told you,” peeling off her sports bra and exposing her bare chest, “My parents told me there was a cute girl next door.” Your vision glued to her as she stripped down, putting on the strap, not looking away from you either. “Couldn’t resist,” she admitted, walking back to stand between your legs.

Julien liked towering over you, how you beamed back at her, knowing she had full control over you. She leaned down, cupping your face, placing sloppy, desperate kissing over your mouth and jaw. Julien’s hands began on your shoulders, but quickly moved down to your clothed heat.

“Baby I don’t want to split you in two,” Julien said genuinely, tracing shapes into your hips .

“Break me,” you waiver. It was so easy for you to fall under her control. Julien smirked before pushing her lips into yours again, cupping your breast and squeezing your nipple. A broken moan escapes your lips, causing you to throw your head back.

“Can you take these off for me?" Pulling on the hem of your underwear, "It’ll be easier for both of us.” Julien breathed, her face flushed. Without wasting a second you stripped, leaving you both exposed.

Julien’s eyes scanned your body, biting her cheek, “Fuck baby, I need to be inside of you already, please,” she said before kissing you again, pushing you into her new sheets.

She went back to your chest, taking each nipple in the mouth and swirling it with her tongue before releasing it with a ‘pop’, then repeating the same motion with the other. Your back arched off the bed, eyebrows furrowing and jaw hung. She wasn’t even inside you yet and you were a writhing mess.

Julien pulled away from your body, causing you to yearn for her touch. She sat between your legs, adjusting her hips and pulling your leg over her shoulder. You felt the tip of the strap run against your folds, drawing a whine from you. Julien gradually pushed into you, giving you time to adjust to the size, before bottoming out. After a few seconds, she formed a slow pace, trying not to hurt you.

“Julien–fuck, m-more please,” you begged. Her hips didn’t falter as she picked up the pace, slamming into you. Sweat started to prickle to the sides of your forehead, spewing praises and moans with every thrust she hit into you.

Julien pressed her forehead into yours, looking down into your eyes. From the angle of the strap, every thrust would rub against her clit, causing her to whimper against the friction.

Your orgasm was close you felt yourself clenching around the plastic cock. Your breath hitched in your throat as you finally came, but Julien didn’t stop driving into you.

“Julien baby it’s–,” you squirmed under her, unable to keep your eyes open, feeling tears beginning to prickle in the corners from the brutality.

“You’re doing so good, take it,” she said, her breath faltering from the thrusts. You continued to whine from the overstimulation, unsure how much more you could take. Julien’s body jolted as she sat up, throwing her head back as pretty moans fell from her mouth. Her hips shuttered frantically and out of rhythm as her own orgasm grew close.

Tears were stammering down your eyes as she fucked you raw, whining out to her. Her rough hands grounded onto your hips. “Take it, baby, take it, just– fuck fuck fuck,” she swore out before one final shuddered thrust. The slight glow from the window highlighted the sweat glistening from her forehead and the maroon flush casting over her face as she came.

After she finished, Julien slowly pulled out of you; not wanting to cause any more discomfort. She let go of your body, contrasting with the Julien from a few seconds ago. Hovering over you, she gave you a delicate kiss. Pulling away, she noticed the amount of cum on your leg and headed to the bathroom, discarding the strap. Your body had calmed down from the rapid and rugged pace inflicted but you found yourself fixated with that side of Julien more than you’d like to admit.

She returned back with a towel. “For you. I can also grab you water,” she offered with an angelic expression like she didn’t fuck you relentlessly a few minutes earlier. You accepted the towel as you snuggled under the covers of her bed, her doing the same.

“Oh shit aren’t your parents gonna freak out that you’re not home?” Julien asked, not wanting you to be reported missing or have your mom knocking at the door.

You look at her, her doe eyes already fixed on you. You couldn't help but pull her in and kiss her. “I’ll text them I’m visiting the neighbors,” you whispered against her lips. “And we can get your car in the morning”

“Can we actually have coffee this time?” She asked.

“Yes.”

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[bitethehnd]

softbutch!julien x highfemme!reader hcs ♡

cw : sfw, afabfem!reader, petnames, butchfemme dynamics, disustingly cute fluff, musician!reader, curly hair!reader, pre-relationship and established relationship :) heavily inspired by this fic, go read it!

a/n : i realize this isn't for everyone, i love all my gnc / non-femme babies! if this dynamic doesn't apply to you, go ahead and skip! this is very self-indulgent and i didn't really think i'd every publish this, but you guys requested it in my poll! for all my butches and femmes, ily ♡

✧ from the moment julien's eyes locked with yours, she knew she had to meet you

˖ the day you two met was around four years ago. you were a small, nashville-born artist performing with your band in a local lesbian bar. the crowd wasn't huge, and the pay wasn't great, but you loved performing to people that shared that same connection with you. the feeling of growing up different and the alienation that came with it

˖ you were on the small stage in the back of the bar, singing your heart out to the small crowd. the people around were dancing and drinking, enjoying one of the only places they felt comfortable in. julien was amongst them, but she was alone. she had come to this small bar to get inspiration for her new album. she thanked the heavens above that she made that decision. she got to see you for the first time. you were the prettiest thing she had ever seen. she knew she would kick herself for the rest of her life if she didn't talk to you after your performance

˖ the deep red dress you wore was lacy and frilly, matching the pattern of your stockings. your hair was tied half back with a bow the same shade of crimson. you bounced around on stage like you had trained your whole life for it. the flawlessness and perfection of the way you sung pulled julien in, becoming mesmerized by your siren-like voice

˖ your eyes full of excitement scanned across the room curiously, observing everyone with interest as you sung into the microphone. as soon as your eyes connected with julien's, you felt a jitter in your lungs. she stood on the side of the stage, a glass of water in hand, just silently observing you with curiosity. she was beautiful. utterly handsome. she wore a white button down tucked into a pair of baggy blue jeans, black oxfords on her feet, and simple jewelry scarcely scattered around her body. you quickly took your eyes off her and to a random point around the room, feeling your face heat up. julien smiled at the sight and immediately knew she had to know you

˖ after your band finished the small show, you all headed into the back room of the bar. you all stored away your instruments to pick up later, as you all decided to mingle about the crowd and stay for a while. you grabbed your purse, put on a fresh coat of lip gloss and made your way back to the front. you stayed close to your guitarist, daisy, at the bar, feeling a bit overwhelmed in the presence of all the people there. you ordered a simple cherry coke, not feeling like being hungover tomorrow when you had to go back to your day job

˖ soon enough, daisy left you alone to go talk to a woman that caught her eye. you took small sips of your drink as you sat at the bar, doe eyes gazing around you. in that moment, you saw the handsome woman from before. she was engaged in a simple conversation with one of the other bartenders farther down from you. she turned her head, and you locked eyes again. she seemed to have a conflicting look on her face before excusing herself from the bartender and making her way over to where you sat. your eyes widened as she walked over, not expecting her to actually come and talk to you

˖ julien strolled over and stood next to you, setting her glass of water down on the bar top. she had a small smile on her face, almost a smirk, as she looked up at you. “hi, sweetheart. can i sit?” you quickly nodded your head in confirmation. you turned your body to the side to face her as she sat, a shy smile on your face. she was even prettier up close. “i’m y/n! it’s nice to meet you,” you said gently. “i’m julien, nice to meet you too, sweetheart. your performance was wonderful,” she said softly, her confidence slowly deteriorating. she could hardly think when all she smelled was your vanilla perfume. “oh god, thank you! i’m glad someone was listening. usually, my band only plays small shows so it’s hard to get people engaged.” god, you were adorable. “of course. it would be hard not to listen, your voice is so beautiful. i’m in a band myself, actually.”

˖ thus began the meaningful conversation about music and your own bands. julien told you she was a part of boygenius. you revealed that you knew of the band’s ep released two years prior and loved the music. you even knew a couple of her solo songs and told her your favorites. this made julien smile brightly and the connection deepened

˖ eventually, your other bands members came up to you and said they were leaving after about 30 minutes of conversing with julien. you were disappointed but bid her goodbye. before you could make an exit, she grabbed your bicep gently to hold you back. "could i... get your number?" she asked with hope. you immediately nodded your head with an excited smile, typing your number in her phone, putting a little heart by your name. she grinned at your cuteness. just before you left, you pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. she touched the spot absentmindedly as she walked to her car, a red print of lips stuck to the apple of her cheek

✧ julien courting you

˖ your meeting at the bar was the first, but definitely not the last time you saw julien. the next day, she quickly texted you as she woke up. she wanted to text you as soon as you left her sight the night before but didn't want to seem too eager. she shot you a message to let you know it was her before asking how you slept, ever the gentleman. you two quickly got caught in another conversation, both smiling on separate ends of the phone. she asked all about your hobbies. she learned that you didn't just have an affinity for music, but also for art and history. she decided then and there that she had to take you to an art museum

˖ your text conversations went on like this for a few days. all you could do when chatting with her was lay on your stomach on your bed, kicking your feet and feeling your face heat up. you felt like a high schooler all over again. you constantly felt yourself biting the inside of your cheeks to stop the grin from spreading on your face every time a message from her popped up on the screen

˖ thus begun the start of your dates. julien followed through with taking you to an art museum, loving the way your face lit up with joy at all the paintings and sculptures. some frequent spots for the two of you were homey coffee shops (julien's favorite, obviously), magical gardens, taking hikes among beautiful trees, and just sitting and talking. it didn't matter what you two did, it just mattered that you were together

˖ julien adored the way you wrapped your arm around her bicep, when you let her drape her coat over your shoulders, the sweet kisses you pressed to her cheek. the smirk never fell from her face for hours after you did anything affectionate. you felt giddy every time she called you 'sweetheart' or 'pretty,' when she protectivly wrapped her arm around your waist in crowded spaces, or when brought you small gifts. she never came to get you empty handed. she always came to pick you up from your apartment complex, open the car door for you, and always had a gift waiting for you on the seat. some common ones were records you had talked about, flowers, books, or a new one of your favorite foods that changed every week. julien never missed the little things you said, always storing them into her memory for a later use

˖ you loved getting to know her. nights spent sitting on the roof of your apartment, gazing at the stars were your favorites. every little single thing about her was interesting to you, and vice versa. you loved hearing about the bands that inspired her to make music, her favorite tattoos, or funny stories from her childhood. she loved when you talked about your favorite stuffed animal you religiously slept with as a little girl, your ramblings about the pros and cons of lipgloss brands, or just how pretty the sky looked at a particular moment

˖ after about three weeks of seeing each other almost every day, she asked you to be her girlfriend. a little slow compared to most lesbian relationships, but julien wanted to find the perfect time to ask. she didn't wat this to be a whirlwind romance, she wanted seriousness and commitment. you were both willing to give it to each other. she took you to that art museum she remembered you saying you liked. you looked utterly gorgeous strolling around and gazing at all the paintings, curly hair tied with a bow swinging behind you. you two walked around for about an hour, her arm wrapped firmly around your waist. every time you commented about how pretty an art piece was, she'd reply with "not as pretty as you." it never failed to leave you more infatuated with her

˖ after the museum date, she took you to a beautiful park filled with the blooming flowers of spring. you gazed around in wonder, eyes taking in the pretty sight. julien sat you down on a park bench, turning to face you, clasping your hands into her own. you were a bit confused and the anxiety of her telling you she didn't want to see you anymore crept up. before you could voice your thoughts, she asked the question, "can i be your girlfriend?" you answered immediately with a loving kiss to her lips, which she took as a yes. after the moment of passion was over, she pulled out a small box from the pocket of her leather jacket. she handed it to you with a small, nervous smile on her face, telling you to open it. inside the red velvet box was a heart shaped necklace with the letter 'j' on it. she pulled up the sleeve of her jacket to reveal a matching bracelet, the heart having your initial on it instead

✧ when you’re dating, julien never stops falling in love with you, and you fall right with her

˖ even after you two get together, the dates never come to a stop. at least once a week, either you or julien plan something together. whether it be a cooking class, sitting in a field and sketching, or playing each other your new music

˖ after about two months of dating, she asks you to move in with her. lucy warned her it might be “too quick,” but julien wasn’t hearing any of it. she wanted to be around you all the time, completely infatuated. you weren’t much better. you joke that if she could crawl inside your skin and live there, she would. she doesn’t disagree, but she wasn’t going to tell you that

˖ now, as a butch, moving in is julien’s thing. she’s anxious and over-prepared when she shows up to your house the day of the move. she refused to hire moving men because she insisted she could “do everything a man could do and better.” she’s not wrong there, so you don’t protest. she disassembles all your furniture that you’re taking with you to her house with ease. she wasn’t lying when she said she was handy. and she refuses to even let you carry the lightest box, smirking and saying, “don’t want you to chip a nail.” you smack her on the back of the head and plop down on the ground, just watching her. you do sneak a couple boxes though…

˖ after you got all of your belongings loaded into the u-haul truck (ironic, i know), you set off to her house. during the whole drive, she rambled about where to put all the new furniture and how exciting it was going to be to live together. you just stared at her with loving eyes and a soft smile, nodding alone to whatever random thought popped in her head

˖ when you got to her apartment, she got all of your essential things in and decided she'd get the rest in the morning. while she did that, you rummaged through her cabinets to find something to cook for dinner. you picked a simple meal of spaghetti and meatballs. as she placed the last box down, you served the pasta at the dining table. she wiped the sweat from her face with the bottom of her shirt while you tried so hard to not stare at her abs, you failed. she gave you a cocky smile when she caught you but said nothing. you two sat and ate your first dinner in your shared apartment, basking in the glow of love

˖ the longer you two lived together, the more accustomed you guys got to a routine. you'd be the one to get up first in the morning, julien still snoring like a middle-aged dad, while you made breakfast. you'd gently shake her awake and lead her to the kitchen, tempting her with the aroma of coffee and bacon. she always swore you made coffee "better than dunkin,'" but you knew that was a lie. never get in the way of that woman and her dunkin' donuts. after breakfast, julien would go on a jog. while she did that, you read a favorite book of yours or plan out some new songs

˖ the list of pet names she called you lengthened every day. there was a rang of sweet ones, like baby, babe, princess, angel, sweetheart, honey, doll, etc. but she also called you ones you figured she pulled out of her ass, no idea where she even got the idea from. you knew they were all a joke and it made you laugh with disgust ever time. some are pookie (phoebe's idea, of course), snookums, the wife (your favorite), boss, the missus, sugar tits and punk. you have some for her too, but she defiantly wins in the pet name category

˖ dancing in the kitchen in the middle of the night, illuminated by the refrigerator light ♡♡♡ she puts on some records from the 50's and you slow dance until the sun comes up. she keeps a firm hand on your waist and yours on the shoulders, her twirling and dipping you just to hear you giggle in delight

˖ let me tell you, this woman cannot keep her hands off of you, especially when in public. she always has a hand on the small of your back, leading you through crowds. or her fingers interlaced with your while doing mundane things, like getting groceries or walking through the park. it intensifies even more when at your apartment. her hand acts like its glued to your thigh during movie nights or her hands around your waist, standing behind you while you're doing the dishes

˖ she loves loves lovesss watching you do your hair or makeup, even offering to help sometimes. you look so focused applying your mascara or gliding on lip gloss. she even lets you give her makeovers sometimes, but only with the premise of no pictures (you do sneak a few though). she especially loves doing your hair. she's as careful as possible, understanding your hair is hard to deal with and can be knotty at times. she knows by heart to "only brush it when it's wet!!!" she has straight hair, so she does extensive research on what products and techniques are best for your hair type. she adores putting little bows all over your curls

˖ overall, the relationship is healthy and so full of love. you and julien fit so well together, it's almost like you were crafted to be each other's soulmate

© bitethehnd ୨ ♡ ୧ let me know if you guys want more parts to this! i also wanna do highfemme!gf reader for all munagenius members so give me some ideasss

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[boywithpinkcarnation]

tbh kinda wanting some jealous!jb like if someone is filtering w her gf OR ESPECIALLY IF IT WAS A ANOTHER GIRL AHH THE DRAMA 🕳️🕳️

alrighty... i am in no way a writer, so this is. going to be bullet point, blurb, word vomit, unedited chaos. additionally, this is gonna be so incredibly self indulgent and catered to me so i hope it suffices for u bug 💝

frankly posting this is very scary for a little tumblr baby like myself, but i feel a need to serve my community 🫡

they style of writing and tbh most headcannons/lore is coming straight from @gingerjolover their blog is lowkey bible and they are the sweetest pookie pie ever. luv u g fr <3 like seriously i recommend you go just read through their masterlist bc this will not compare (not trying to fish here, just being very real as someone who is a like fein for fics as a source of comfort, i fear this will not fully suffice)

rpf content under the cut (no hate if that's not ur jam, just ignore me!), minors dni!!!

refering to jb's parter in this as "gf" and sense i am a selfish selfish girl in this scenerio she is roughly jb's height/a little shorter bc i am and theres no shorter than julien rep ANYWHERE

personally, i see julien as lowkey so possessive in a cutie non toxic way... and sometimes that manifests in some cutie jeleousy that gf can not get enough of. i think it obviously would come out in like flirty enviornments like bars and parties where people are loosey goosey... but sometimes it's just like and about on a normal date. here's a little thought i cooked up for like a more domestic environment jealousy:

aquairum date

the date starts out very normal, classic boyfriend!julien activities are happening

she's making sure y'all are touching at all times. like she'll die if you guys are not physically connected

i'm talking arm around your shoulder, iron grip within intertwined hands, hand in ur jean pocket 16 candles style, hand on the small of your back,,,, but i think eventually (and her favorite, albeit a little awkward) she's hugging you from behind as you walk, almost hanging on you, head perfectly slotted on your shoulder kissing your head and neck at every stop to look at the pretty fish

"jay! look at this one" "real pretty princess" *kisses your head* (its over i can'tttt)

then maybe she leaves you to go get you like a bottle of water or a jacket from the car (idk something to make you more comfortable, very "can't have my baby thirsty/cold" vibes)

then of course, you are looking so cute and so gay, a girl approaches you

you are very focused on the fish bc they are truly just so pretty (can you tell i love fish?) and only look up when mystery girl nudges you

"omg i'm so sorry" "oh uh, you're good" "sorry, i have a bit of a habit for running into pretty girls"

and your're kinda caught off guard bc like... this is an aquarium??

"haha um thank you" "so what are you doing here all alone"

mystery girl is sooo fuck boy coded just go with it

"well um my girlfr-"

julien is back behind you, re koala latching twisting open the water bottle for you and handing it to you, GLARING at this girl

"sorry it took me a second princess, who's this?"

then her grip tightens pulling you even closer to her chest

mystery girl, bless her heart, replies "we just bumped into each other. i was just letting her know how beautiful she was"

oh jb did not like that

she reaches over grabs your jaw tilting your head to the side and back to look at her

"she is beautiful. my sweet girl" and kisses you DEEPLY

and ur blushing because you know jealous/protective/possesive!julien is in the room with us now and kind of giggle out of the kiss

"well then... i should be going, sorry again for running into you"

instead of letting you respond or responding herself jb keeps your face turned and starts kissing all over ur face as you giggle letting mystery girl to just shuffle away.

for the rest of the date she is SO overly affectionate

squeezing ur hips

keeping you so close

kissing your cheek and neck as you tell her about all the fish and animals

"really baby? that's so cool" "my little biologist" "ooo princess what about these?"

it's times like these julien wishes she wore lipstick to leave a mark on your face so everyone knows

she's probably taking you to the gift shop and buying you some random thing for fun because when she's jealous she doesn't take it out on you, she's secure with you and knows you aren't doing anything but being your pretty self

in fact it just makes her softer and more affectionate

when you finally let her drag you out she had you against the car kissing you lovingly and deeply and sets her forehead against yours

"i just love you so much. my sweet girl. my priincess"

"all yours j."

note from c: i hope this is at least semi ok? literally no editing or even proof reading, just love sick delusion.

#i am so in love with her #julien baker x reader #julien baker fanfic #julien baker x fem!reader #boygenius fanfic #boy with the pink carnation writes!

[brandogenius]

can I request a hc about attending an awards show (the grammys?) with jb? 😌

i can indeed darling! i’m so proud of our boys! 3 grammys they won today! couldn’t be any more prouder!

(not proofread)

HC - attending the grammys with julien!

- attending the grammys with julien is a once in a life time experience you’ll never forget

- hand in hand for photos, julien dressed in her white suit whilst you are dressed in a long black dress. black and white they compliment each other

- of course both of you break the internet by proudly showing off your hickeys on each others necks

- the atmosphere is so loud and overwhelming , it’s your first time at an award show, julien has her hands around your waist at all times.

- in a protective manner and to make sure you don’t get lost. hands on your waist or thigh. holding onto your hand. she’ll make sure you don’t get lost.

- presuming you and the boys all sit together at a table, julien and you sit beside each other. juliens hand on your thigh, reassuring you.

- holding onto juliens hand tightly with one hand and crossing your fingers in a silent prayer in the other when their categories come up

- the minute they were best rock performance winners for not strong enough you just started sobbing.

- the first thing julien does is stand up and hug you. kissing you long and softly before going up to collect her award.

- the first person julien thanks in her speech is you. talking about how you have been her rock and the most important people in her life to help her get through it all

- “i want to thank my beautiful girlfriend. the most important person to me”

- going back to their chairs after the speeches you’re dabbing your face to try and stop the tears.

- it’s such an emotional night for you and the boys. you’re so proud of them.

- second and third award for best rock song and best alternative album has you crying again you’re sure your makeup is ruined.

- yet again, julien stands up and kisses you smiling into the kiss.

- it was such an amazing night for everyone.

- going back stage with julien after the event julien holds into your hand tightly, tears stained on her face with a big grin.

- your lipstick is stained all over her face but she couldn’t care less.

- she ends up dragging you in with her to take some photos even if you ended up being a bit shy.

- spam posting on twitter during intervals you tweet about the boys winning and crying about it. rting a lot of posts

- you have a bit of a big following on twitter anyway. most of it being from being juliens girlfriend and boygenius’s no1 defender.

- boygenius twt fandom loves you. so crying on the timeline about your girlfriend winning a grammy has multiple other people crying in the comments section with you

- julien posting photos on instagram with you holding the grammys together

- going back to the hotel together both of you are still pretty emotional from the events that happened

- a tired and sleepy bath together. washing each others hair

- “i’m so proud of you julien. couldn’t be more prouder”

- the praise you give your girlfriend along with the tiredness crashing into her from the adrenaline that happened a few hours ago has her tearing up in the bathtub

- just a small emotional moment. julien realising where she is in the moment. 3 time grammy winner, in a warm bath surrounded by love and affection. it makes her heart burst with happiness

- she definitely becomes the little spoon for the night.

- the wave of emotion hitting her like a ton of bricks realising the events of today like a delayed reaction has her silently crying in your neck

- obviously you let her have her moment. letting julien melt into your chest as you run your hands through her hair. julien slowly falling asleep to the sounds of your small hums and praises

- you can only pray that next year there’ll be more grammy nominations and wins to come

im so sorry if this isn’t good :( a bit rushed! i reallt felt excited to do this and with the boys grammy wins tonight it was fresh in my mind!

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Julien Baker NSFW Alphabet

Julien Baker x F!Woman!Reader

Title says it all, the famous NSFW alphabet for JB. Enjoy!

Content: oral sex, strap-ons, vaginal fingering, aftercare, masturbation, squirting, possessive behavior, getting strapped down so good you cry. JB should come with her own warning. (Let me know if I missed anything!)

Disclaimer: this is RPF, fiction inspired by a real person. I do not know the person it’s based on nor do I claim any of this to be fact. It’s an exercise in fantasy, just like all other forms of fanfic. Do not repost this fic off platform. Do not share it with the person who inspired the character or anyone who knows them.

Prefer AO3? Here ya go.

18+ only MDNI

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

JB is 100% a cuddle bug. And she wants to take care of things. She’ll make sure you’re cleaned up and grab you both some water before curling up with you. How depends on how she’s feeling. Some days you’re already laying on your back so she’ll slide up and wrap herself, one arm and one leg thrown over you.

When she’s feeling more tender, she prefers spooning. Early on you were surprised to realize she prefers being the big spoon, which she usually is. In those moments, she’ll gently guide you both onto your sides and curl up around you, pressing kisses to your shoulder and running her hands over your body, especially through your hair.

Don’t get it wrong, she loves the feeling of being wrapped up in your arms, too. It’s just that she loves the feeling of being the one keeping you feeling safe when you’re done.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

She feels good about her body, proud of how strong it is. But she loves her arms. She’s a lot of strength in a small package. She loves getting to throw you around and maneuver you just how she wants you.

Plus, she’s also a total dude. It makes her feel good to be strong enough to do things for you around the house instead of having to hire someone. When she’s been home for little bit, it’s not abnormal for you to come home from a long day at work or hanging out with friends to find a new piece of furniture sitting in your living room, fully assembled.

“Julien, what is this?”

“New bookcase,” she says, beaming that grin of hers. “Sorry, I should have showed it to you first, but it just felt really you and I thought you might like it. Do you?”

“It’s nice, J, but it’s massive. Who helped you get it home?”

The grin falters and her voice kicks up into that higher it does when she’s unsure of herself.

“Babe! I did. It was only like 100lbs,” she says, shrugging. “No big deal.”

As for you, she loves your butt. She wasn’t previously one for choosing between boobs and ass but the first time you were together, she pulled you close and kissed you roughly, her hands sliding down the back of your pants and underwear to grab and knead your ass as she pressed you in closer and closer. You moaned into her mouth and she was hooked. Ever since, she can’t resist grabbing your ass at any possible moment. She’s obsessed. When you’re out anywhere she’ll always have at least one of her hands in your back pocket but she’s very much That Guy and likes to just walk behind you with both of her hands your back pockets. Now you spend a lot more money on good quality jeans that make your ass look great.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Julien can’t get enough of how wet you get. She’d gladly drink you in all day if you let her. She loves getting her whole hand in you, feeling you soaking down her wrist and getting to see the slick sheen left behind on her hand when she pulls out of you.

If you’re a squirter, she loves it. She’ll keep going, lapping or rubbing at you or thrusting into you until you beg her to stop and kick her away. She’ll take whatever she can get from you.

You’ve seen the video of her licking the cake off her hands, right? That’s how she is when she’s licking your wetness off of her hands, except her eyes are closed in pleasure and she’s moaning around her own fingers.

Go on, give her another one.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She always maintained that the reliance on (not use of!, she always clarified) phallic sex toys was anti-feminist, a result of a male obsessed society without the ability to contextualize female pleasure when a phallus isn’t involved.

She said that and maybe some day she believed it but these days, she loves railing you with a strap on cock. I mean railing you. It’s not just a normal, run-of-the-mill dicking down, she likes to get you on all fours with your head and chest pressed into the mattress while she grabs your hips and gets you deep and just right until you’re sobbing, drooling into the pillow. You love it and she loves the sight of you falling apart for her like that, completely gone, surrendering to her. She loves getting you to that point when your whines and moans don’t stop. It’s just one long noise that sometimes pitches higher or lower when she swivels or slides just right.

The dirty secret is less about the railing (even though it’s very different than what she used to go on about) and more about why she loves it so much: when she works you until you cry. You’ve got safe words and she always checks in with you. When you first start crying, she goes in deep and drapes her body over your back.

“You okay, baby?” she says, kissing your shoulder.

You whine and give her a weak nod as you writhe. When she raises back up, you throw one of your hands behind you. She holds your wrist while she makes you sing and weep with pleasure.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

JB has been fucking girls since her teens. It’s one of the few things she was never self-conscious about, her ability to throw herself into giving someone else pleasure. It’s only been in the past several years, though, that she’s learned how to let herself receive without shame. She struggled a lot as a younger person with the small minded views of what pleasure should look like for queer women. She felt like as the typically more masculine presenting partner, that she had to forgo her own pleasure for her partners. It took her a while to realize that there’s nothing wrong with her for liking to be taken care of, too. Now she’s got just as much experience getting fucked out as she does making a woman devolve into tears of pleasure.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

JB has to be kissing you at all times, if at all possible. Her favorite is when you’re on your back and she’s between your legs fucking you. She wants you to wrap your legs around her as tight as you can while she thrusts her hand (or a cock) into you. Her lips are never off of yours. You’re moaning into her mouth and writhing around. She just holds you through it, one hand gently holding your face to keep you where she needs to get at your lips while she keeps hitting you just right.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She’s a silly bean but she can also be really intense. It depends on a few things:

She always craves you but if you’ve been apart too long, she gets super intense. Her attention is laser focused on you. It’s a need so strong there’s no air for anything else. In those moments, it’s just you and her, her skin pressing as close to you as possible and as far as she can get inside of you never feeling like enough.

Other times, though, she’s the cutest. Your sex can often feel really playful, with both of you giggling. It’s a joyous thing, getting to have each other like this. It’s so heady, the high of the deep empathy, trust, and care you’ve created for each other in your relationship.

She can also tip serious pretty easily when she’s feeling overwhelmed or anxious. She’ll keep giving you the sweetest kisses and saying to you with her brow furrowed as if everything she’s feeling is too much, “I love you.”

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

She’s neatly trimmed, not shaved. She likes the look of hair being where it’s supposed to but it can grow pretty long if she doesn’t keep it tamed. She trims it up and keeps the fluffy look and feel.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Ohhh baby girl is a romantic. Like, a hardcore romantic. She loves gently holding the side of your face or cradling your head while she kisses you. You already know how she is when she’s inside you, but when you’ve got on her back, working her over, she whines if you pull too far away. She wants you touching her as many places as possible, wants your mouth on hers and when you need to take a break to breathe, the warmth and smell of your breath mingling with hers.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Julien loves to touch herself, especially outside of the bedroom. She’ll do it anywhere, honestly, but there’s something different about doing it in an open space like the living room. It makes her feel free.

Weirdly, it’s also a symbol that she’s back on home turf. On tour, she’s often cooped up with other people. She doesn’t have the luxury of space and freedom like she does at home.

It’s also weirdly calming. She’s always so quick to jump out of bed even when she’s home, so used to the fast pace of the road. She gets her coffee and sits on the couch, alternating between reading and looking at the window. She tries to make it a meditative practice but she often ends up anxiety spiraling about something. Returning to her body helps. She does a body scan, shifting her focus from her toes up. You’ve left memories on every part of her body; it doesn’t take long for her to start thinking about you.

The way you make her feel, how you always make sure she knows she’s loved and how you make her come hard enough to see God. The way you feel when she touches you, how you moan for her and cling to her. The way you taste.

You’re still asleep, but that doesn’t matter. You both know that self-pleasure doesn’t take anything away from your desire and love for your partner. If one of you walks in on the other, you don’t interfere unless you’re asked to.

When she’s hot from her thoughts of you, she puts the coffee or book down and opens the drawstring of her lounge pants. She slips her hand under the waistband, down over the soft downy hair on her mound. She always gasps at the first touch of her hand there, pressing firmly against her outer lips for some indirect stimulation to warm her up. She lets out a shaky moan as she takes her time building her pleasure, working herself to her peak. Sometimes you wake up while she’s doing it. You walk in in your loungewear and smile at the sight of her. Her eyes are still closed but you walk over and kiss her on the forehead. She grins up at you.

“Morning, baby,” you say.

“Morning, angel.”

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

JB’s got a thing for patent leather thigh-high boots. She thinks it’s from watching 80s music vids with her dad as a kid; those ladies loved to be slinking around in shiny pleather heels. And now she just can’t fucking help herself when she sees you wearing them. She always knew she liked them but it wasn’t until you fell to the insistence of a TikTok ad and randomly bought a pair that she realize it was now a thing for her.

You were in the bedroom, one boot already on and your other leg bent, resting on the edge of a trunk. JB walked into the room and stopped dead in her tracks, mouth opened in the horniest shock face you’ve ever seen. She tried to speak but all that came out were these stuttering “ah…ah…” sounds. You raised and eyebrow and then completely lost it when she started flailing her arms, starting to walk toward you and then stopping a few times. She couldn’t believe how good you looked in them.

Nowadays, she’ll beg you to wear them and dance for her. She likes the feeling of the heel digging into her thigh ever so slightly when you rest your foot there. She found that out by accident. She’d just wanted you to bring them as close to her as possible and let her feel up and down your legs in them, but then she realized it smarted a bit and she liked it.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Give her a bed any day. She’s got a lot of physical energy so she likes to be able to roll you around and switch up positions quickly. But good god, does she love you against a wall. She likes to press your front into it, get a grip on your hip to keep you in place and reach between your legs to drive you crazy.

Nature daddy loves to fuck outside. Looking up at the starry night sky while you eat her out? Hell yeah.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

JB just loves women, man. You don’t need to do anything special tbh, just be your fine self and exist. Seriously. Here’s a list of simple things that have gotten her hot recently:

The sight of you in the sun with the wind whipping your hair around. You’re so damn gorgeous in natural light it’s all she can do to get back to the car or find some place secluded and get her mouth on you.

You standing at the stove in a holey sweat pants making really terrible pancakes. You were so focused on arranging the batter molds that you didn’t really flavor the batter. She just drowned ‘em in syrup and had at while you tried again. When she was done, she wiped her mouth and slid up behind you, grabbing your boobs and then turning the stove off. The pancakes didn’t matter.

When you take charge or defend her…she completely loses her mind. JB’s a great communicator, it often gets her out of things that might turn into conflict for other people. And lord knows she’s incredibly protective of you, but it’s harder to defend yourself than your loved ones sometimes. If someone’s being shitty or trying to take advantage of Julien, you’ll fly right on in there and end it. It gets her going every single time. The last time was when she watched you take over a call with a vendor who was trying to screw her over by gaslighting her about his original quote (which you had in fucking writing.) You could tell the conversation was going nowhere and asked her to hand you to the phone. You had him backtracking in under a minute and ended up with her head between your legs before you’d even hung up. He honored his original quote and threw in an extra order in the end. Turns out getting head makes you a great negotiator.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

She draws the line at anything that tips cruel or too violent. A little spanking or other use of hands is alright but implements freak her out. She’s a natural with teasing and playful banter but she won’t say anything truly degrading to you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Ohhhhhh, JB LOVES to eat you out. She’s got finesse and technique but she really just loves to shove her face between your legs and lick, tease, and suck until you’re pulling her hair so hard she thinks she might cry. Her style is whatever you want right now. That said, she loves using her taut tongue to drive you crazy, fucking it in and out of you while her fingers play with your clit. When you come, she doesn’t bother bringing you down. She moves her tongue up to lave around your clit in quick, tight circles before pressing it relentlessly into that sensitive part on the side of your clit. She holds the pressure there and rolls her firmly held tongue slightly over it. You grab her hair again as you scream and twitch out your climax.

When you eat her out, she’s usually in one of two modes.

1. If she’s super keyed up and horny for you, she’ll hold your head even though she knows you don’t need it to please her. She likes the illusion of being able to control your pace and how you please her. She groans a lot when she’s like this, looking down at you in awe like she can’t believe you’re hers. She keeps a grip in your hair. It’s firm but not too tight. You look up at her constantly and she praises you the entire time. She’ll have her brows knitted together, your head held firmly as she grinds onto your tongue. She’ll let out a deep, long groan, eyes still boring into you and say, “Fuuuuck princess. C’mon, just like that. Yeah. You’re doing so good for me. So good for me.”

Her face screws up as she fights to keep looking at you, but you’re just making her feel too good. She throws her head back and comes with a shout. The second she can, she’s pulling your head up and kissing the daylights out of you. She peppers kisses across your face and your nose before whispering, “Always so good for me, baby. I love you so much.”

2. When she’s just needy for you, she’s not worried about being in charge. She’ll lie back with her arms thrown over her eyes, overwhelmed by the pleasure like this. God, she loves it like this when it’s slow and unhurried. The pleasure blooms slowly as you take your time pulling down her boxer briefs and nuzzling her mound. You kiss her there, almost chastely, and then trail your sweet mouth down, down, avoiding giving her direct contact for as long as possible because…yep, there it is. The whining. When she just needs you in that deep, emotional way, baby girl whines so much. Whines for you to touch her, whines for you to stop touching her when she’s overstimulated, whines for you to slow down or speed up. She wants you to know how good you make her feel so she doesn’t hold back. When she comes it’s whiny and high-pitched. She couldn’t be less embarrassed.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Baby girl is kinda feral sometimes. She’ll just look at you and pounce, pull you into a messy kiss. You have a rhythm now and when she’s like that, you’re both immediately pulling each other’s clothes off and going to whatever surface around you is sturdiest. Sometimes it’s rough like that but usually it’s just…insistent. She’s good at signaling what she wants and you’re a pro at reading the signals and going along, if that’s in line with what you’re in the mood for.

It’s not always like that, though. She loves the sensual intimacy of spreading you out and taking you apart bit by bit. She has the range.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

JB is the queen of the inappropriate quickie, i.e. in venue bathrooms, alleyways, and parking lots (she parks so far away from the door for a reason). These are almost always her pinning you to the nearest surface and getting her fingers inside you. If she thinks about it enough, she’ll realize it’s a possessive thing. People look at you when you’re out. She likes knowing that when they’re busy staring at you, you can still feel the slick between your legs and the pleasant ache from where she push push pushed into that spot you like while kissing your neck and holding your mouth while you cried out from the pleasure.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

lol yes. This is the woman who when asked if she’s a good driver immediately responded, “I take risks.” [which is a crazy response to that question!!!!]

You already know she’s very down for fucking in public and in nature when anyone can walk by. She craves risky things and she’s glad to have found a way with you to do that in healthy and sexy ways.

If there’s something you want to experiment with, she’s very down as long as you’re not asking her to really hurt you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

You’re both fairly insatiable. She has a lot of mental and physical energy. Most of the time you end up in the cycle of fucking, resting while talking about random shit, fucking, resting while talking about deep philosophical shit, fucking, and then resting fr.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

“Controversial opinion,” she once told you, “but I don’t really like…like toys all that much.”

You smirked at her and she instantly corrected herself. “No, babe, that’s different. Like, a strap-on can be an extension of me when I want it to be but a lot of stuff is just like, sexual noise. Like why do I need this newfangled thing solving a problem that didn’t exist before some rich guy decided he wanted to sell this to dykes? You know?”

You didn’t know, but it was fine. JB likes what she likes but if you’re into toys, she’s definitely not above using them on you. She’s committed to your pleasure and will do whatever it is you want to experience as long as it’s not one of her hard nos. It’s just not something she’ll really ask for. She loves it when you fuck her with a strap-on cock and occasionally she uses an old bullet vibrator but that’s really it for her in toy land.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Ohhhh, she’s gonna make you beg, baby. A lot, too. Because the thing is, as much as she craves you and as deep as the need can go…she can wait. She can really wait when all of her attention and focus is going into breaking you apart until you need her so bad you could cry. It’s really unfair, how much you want her. But, ohhhh, baby it’s so much more unfair how much she needs to see you beg for it first. Who do you think breaks first?

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

She never shuts up. The entire time you’re fucking, it’s a steady stream of moans and groans. They start slightly lower than her regular speaking voice and then get louder and louder. It’s not even as she gets ready to come, it’s just louder and louder the more you touch her and she touches you. Like she’s coming alive.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

She just really loves being your pretty girl. In her natural state, she doesn’t really care for makeup or delicate things on her. She’s not opposed to it, it’s just not how she comes out of the box. But if you like her with a bit of sparkly pale pink eye shadow and a glossy glitter lip occasionally, she’ll do it for you. She loves the way your eyes widen and dilate when she comes around the corner with some makeup on, her hair neatly done, and a soft, white or floral dress, channeling the country girls of the late 60s and 70s. She’s usually pretty cocksure, that damn grin plastered on her face when she knows you’re hot for what she’s doing. But when she’s like that, she’s almost a little shy. Her smile is more even and soft. She usually stands and waits for you to come to her. She preens when you tell her, “You look so pretty, baby,” as you kiss her and run your hands down her sides. “I love the way you look in this. The way you feel.”

You fuck her in the dress.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Ok this question is very male focused lol. But between the stage and that pic one of them posted of her in that little HOMO speedo or whatever, we’ve seen her very close to naked. She’s just stupid hot.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

The thing is, she tunnel visions. The desire is always there but when she’s dialed in, working on a song or learning about something that consumes her, all of her attention is there.

So when she comes up for air, it’s like a right now kind of need. You’ve learned to move with it. When she’s super dialed in with work, most nights are intimate without being sexual. If they tip that way, it’s usually soft and quick from how needy you both have gotten.

So, you’re always desired but it looks differently depending on which cycle you’re in.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

No matter how fast paced and passionate you two just were, the second the dam breaks and you’re both coming down, she’s so relaxed she could just fall asleep right then and there. But she doesn’t, she likes to get you wrapped up in her arms, kiss your shoulders, and brush your hair. Only after she’s had a few moments of that will she get up to get a towel and bring you both some water. She cleans you both up and tosses the towel in the direction of the bathroom so she doesn’t have to move too far away from you again. She wraps herself back around you and kisses your forehead. She’s rubbing your scalp as you softly whisper words of love and praise and gratitude for each other. You’re both feeling so relaxed and loved that the sleep comes easily without you noticing it creeping in.

Ugh I had so much fun writing this. Tell me what you think.

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[outofmydepthatapublicbeach]

Maybe like a fic where you and Julien like agreed to keep it casual but like both of you want it to mean more

jj chats: hi love!!! this one took me a while and i apoligize!! i just couldn't think of a good way to write it but i think i figured it out!!

warnings: RPF, use of y/n, reader is a musician/famous, kissing, pet names

feedback is encouraged and i'd love to get some just please be kind!!!

You’re sitting around Lucy’s round dinner table, plates dirty but yet to be cleaned up. The table is filled with friends, clockwise it goes: Lucy, Naomi, you, Katie, Jo, Phoebe, and Julien. Across you was Julien, who was sipping on her lemonade. Your eyes couldn’t help but linger on her, even when she wasn’t speaking. You knew it was wrong, she wasn’t yours, you weren’t hers. But your heart was confused, and you always did want what you couldn’t have.

The conversation around you was lively, you could distinctly hear Phoebe’s howls over a joke Katie told. But you honestly couldn’t be bothered to listen. Your mind replays a moment you and Julien shared earlier in the day.

It had been early, the clock read 6:00 A.M. as you turned to the left side of the bed. Face to face with the woman who kept your heart pumping. You smiled at her as she lifted a hand to your face. You felt sparks fly as her gentle fingers brushed over your cheek. “Good morning darling,” she spoke, hand moving across your waist, pulling your body into hers.

“‘Morning Jules,” you yawned. “How’d you sleep?”

She smiled lazily, rubbing circles onto your hips “Good, especially since you were here.”

Her comment struck you wrong, reminded you that this was all a charade, that it meant nothing to her (or so you thought) “Don’t.”

Julien furrowed her brow, “Don’t what?”

You started to pull from her “Jules c’mon! Don’t say stuff like that!”

“What do you mean?”

You sighed frustratedly, “Like couplely stuff!” You threw your hands in the air, then fell back down to the bed with a slap, “We’re not together, you make that abundantly clear when we’re with our friends!” Julien’s face dropped at that, your words hurt for a reason you didn’t know yet.

“(Y/N) wait!” Julien went to grab your arms as you slid out of bed.

“Julien, please don’t. Just let me leave. It's nice until morning right?” You sigh, tired of this constant pain of never being feeling like you were enough.

You began to get up to collect your things and leave while Julien did nothing to stop you. You walked to where your jacket sat on the back of a chair, and pulled on your Converse. You located your phone and key. You were ready to walk out the door until you heard your name.

You turned around to spot Julien making her way to you. “Wait, just a minute, please?” Her eyes pleading. You gave in, just standing in her presence waiting for her to do something- do anything. You had spent months waiting for her to do something, something to convince you that these feelings you held for her were okay, that maybe they could be reciprocated.

Julien simply stood, staring into your eyes, as if taking in every engravement in your irises, surely she had to have seen the way your pupils dilated around her? How your cheeks flushed at the mention of her name. She leaned in, hand on your cheek and pulled you in for a kiss. It left you breathless and when you pulled away you immediately left.

Your mind was warped with questions.

Your mind was full of questions, memories of Julien’s hands on you, the way her lips felt-

You finally came back to reality after you felt Phoebe kicking your leg under the table. “Earth to (Y/N)?”

You shook your head, turning to face the platinum blond “Hmm?”

“Thought we lost you there for a few minutes,” Phoebe playful punched your shoulder. As you glanced around the table you realized everyone was staring at you. Your cheeks flushed as you grabbed your drink, sticking the straw in your mouth and chewing slightly. You noticed Julien staring at you, her eyebrow turned upwards.

“What were you thinking about babe?” Katie asked, smiling at you.

You started to reply, “Nothing-”

Until you were cut off by Phoebe again, “OMG!!! Or who were you thinking about!”

With that, your eyes widened and you furiously shook your head, “Nobody! I was just zoning out!”

Lucy chimed in, “Honey, we all see the way you’ve been glowing recently!! Did you find someone?”

Jo interjected, “You have to tell us who's the lucky lady!”

“There’s no lucky lady! I just zoned out!” You looked across the table, unimpressed looks were on everyone’s faces, except Julien's. She stared at you again, like she had in the morning. Only this time it seemed like she wasn’t trying to read it, more like she was understanding you. You could tell when her brows unfurrowed and she tilted her head at you.

“Whatever you say,” Phoebe sighed. Then leaning towards you she whispered “I will find this person.” then she plastered the sweetest smile on her face.

You jokingly rolled your eyes at her before saying “Whatever you say Pheebs!” Once the normal conversation started up again you stood up, grabbed your plate, and walked around the table into the kitchen. You stood at the sink, rinsing the plates off with hot water.

You heard footsteps approach you from behind and say a plate placed on the counter next to the sink. You recognized the hand immediately and in an instant, you turned around, face to face with Julien. It seemed today that her thing was to stare at you in silence because for a minute no words were exchanged between the two of you.

Finally, after minutes of hesitation, you spoke, “Julien-”

“(Y/N)-” Julien had had the same idea as you. She motioned for you to continue speaking so speak is what you did.

“Julien, I don’t think I can keep doing this with you.”

The tattooed woman had not expected that from you, her face contorted into a look that you could only describe as horror as she frantically asked “What? Why? What-what do you mean?”

You sighed, “I can’t keep sneaking around with you, I can’t keep pretending that I don’t-” You trailed off, nervous to tell her how you truly felt.

“‘-That you don’t?” Julien asked, wanting to hear your full truth.

Finally, you mustered up the courage to just say it. “That I don’t have feelings for you. Because I do.”

Julien continued to look at you, the gears in her head racing a mile a minute.

You began to step away, ready to leave her standing in the kitchen when she grabbed your arm, pulled you close to her, and simply smiled before saying. “I feel the exact same way.”

“You do?”

“Mhm, I don’t want to keep it casual with you anymore. I want you, fully.” As Julien looked into your eyes now it almost seemed that her words conveyed that. Like she did see you fully see you truly.

And suddenly it was like you two were the only two in the whole world as you started to lean in towards her. The act was like muscle memory, your head tilted left, hers right. It was engraved into your brain. The only difference was that this time you were not blocked off by my tinted car windows, or a hotel door. The only thing that separated you from the outside world was a wall with a fairly large door cut out in it.

As your lips connected it felt different this time, the experience no longer felt foreign, it felt like home. Her lips were warm and velvety, and even though you had tasted them a thousand times, this kiss was different in a million ways. It was filled with vigor, passion, and a newfound sense of hope- like this was something that would stick, not something that would simply fade away.

Until you remembered the world was just a few steps away when a large gasp brought you to your senses. Julien and you turned around, face to face with Phoebe and Jo, who held huge grins on their faces.

As yours and Julien’s cheeks flushed Phoebe giggled and joked “Told you I’d find out who you were thinking of (Y/N)!” She and Jo ran back into the dining room, no doubt telling the whole room what they had just seen.

You turned to Julien and signed, “You think we can make a run for it?”

Julien's hands rubbed up and down your arms, soothing you. She leaned in for a quick peck and replied, “Not a chance.”

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[allieisacrybaby]

Summer Nights Like This

Julien Baker x Fem!Reader

no warnings, just pure summery Julien Baker fluff :)

The sun slowly descended across the horizon, the birds chirped happily, and the breeze blew cooly across your face, carrying the smell of freshly mown grass and citronella. It was the perfect summer evening. You were perched on the back porch bed swing in your Nashville home that you shared with your partner Julien. You were reading your book in utter bliss when the sound of the sliding glass door opening and closing redirected your attention from the fantasy in your hands to the woman approaching you. 

“Hey punk, how’s your book?” Julien asked, cozying up on the bed swing next to you. Sticking your finger in the book to not lose your place and reply,

“So far, so good. I’ve made quite the dent in it today.”

“That’s awesome.” she smiles, but her eyes tell a different story. 

“What have you been up to? I haven’t seen you much today.” you ask. JB sighs, slumping her shoulders forward. That was your cue. You find your bookmark, stick it between the pages, and tuck it next to you, giving her your undivided attention. JB sees your shift in awareness and pulls your dangling legs from the edge of the bed swing and into her lap, getting extra comfortable. Once she’s situated, she begins,

“I have this vision, but I just can’t seem to recreate it. I can hear it so clearly in my head, but I just can’t find a way to put it into reality. I’ve spent all day mixing different instruments and chords together, and I just cannot get it right for the life of me. It’s been absolutely exhausting and frustrating.”

“I’m sorry, love. I can’t imagine how frustrating that must be. How about you call it a day and spend the rest of the evening out here with me? We can put on some music, make dinner, and sit out here and enjoy this beautiful summer evening. How does that sound?” you suggest. 

“Really? Princess, that would be amazing.” JB smiles, you can see her body relax, and she gives you that big ‘ole cheesy grin.

“Of course! Ok, here’s the game plan. You’ll connect to the Bluetooth speakers out here and play whatever you want and just relax, and I’ll get to work making dinner inside. Oh! Do you have any requests for dinner? We have a lot of stuff because we went grocery shopping yesterday, so I can whip up whatever you want.” 

“I could really go for some pesto pasta.” she sheepishly responds.

“Coming right up!” you grin, popping up from your spot on the swing. Before you can get far, Jay grabs your wrist and pulls you down for a kiss. It’s sweet, tender, and warm, just like her. You blush deeply and scurry off to get dinner started. 

*****

Entranced in preparing the pasta and the song's melody playing throughout the house speaker system, you don’t register the sliding glass door opening and closing or the soft thump of Blundstone boots across the hardwood floor. You only register that another person has entered the kitchen when a pair of sun-warmed tattooed arms wrap around your waist.

“What are you doing in here? You’re supposed to be outside relaxing.” you chastise sweetly.

“I got lonely. I missed my girl.” Julien smiles, resting the side of her cheek on your back, effectively smooshing herself into you.

“Well, dinner is almost ready. I just need to plate this after mixing the pesto and tomatoes into the pasta. If you miss me that much, you can sit at the island and watch, but I can’t finish dinner if you’re wrapped around my waist, baby.” 

“Fine, but we're eating dinner on the bed swing so you can sit in my lap.” 

“Deal.” you agree. She unravels her arms from around your waist and gently kisses behind your ear before making her way to a barstool. 

After plating the pasta and pouring drinks, you and JB return back outside, plopping down onto the bed swing, plates of pasta in hand. JB sits her plate down to the side and makes grabby hands in your direction. You know immediately what she wants, and you shake your head with a goofy grin and scootch your way into her lap. 

Taking in the countryside before you, the sun had finally set, and what was left was an orangy hue spreading a precious glow just above the rolling planes of land. Absolutely breathtaking.

“I’m so glad this is our home.” you sigh out in gratitude, leaning into Julien’s sternum.

“I mean, yeah, but this house isn’t really my home, though,” 

Furrowing your brows in confusion, she shakes her head and continues,

“You’re my home. I could be anywhere in this world, and the minute you’re there with me, in my arms, I’m home.” 

“JB, that is the cheesiest, sweetest thing you’ve ever said. You’re such a sap.” you smile, tears slowly welling in your eyes.

“It’s true. No house could ever replace the feeling of comfort you bring me.” 

“Jay, Stop it. I’m gonna cry, and I haven’t eaten my food yet.” 

“I’m sorry, doll, I’m sorry. Let’s eat this delicious food my little chef has so kindly cooked up.” 

Dinner consisted of little talking, many satisfied groans of appreciation for a good meal, and a couple of stolen kisses. By the time you’d finished eating, the sun had been replaced by the moon, the chirping birds were replaced with chirping crickets, and a smattering of stars had appeared across the midnight-black sky. 

“That was delicious, baby, thank you.” 

“Of course. I’m always happy to take care of you when you’ve had a rough day.” you smile, snuggling into her side. 

A particularly chilly breeze rolled over the two of you. JB grabbed the tattered quilt that lay over the back of the swing and covered the two of you up. 

“I could stay out here forever.” You sighed, nuzzling your nose into Julien’s neck. Wrapping an arm around your back and pulling you closer to her side, she smiled down at your sleepy face.

“Me too, doll, me too.” 

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[trueblueidiot]

A Little Lovin'

THIS IS REAL PEOPLE FANFIC AND IF YOU DONT LIKE THAT LEAVE!

platonic!boygenius x reader; lots of sister!Lucy x reader moments

Warnings: This is a comfort fic about a breakup, so proceed with that information as you will. nothing super in detail about the reader's ex-partner. minor swearing. lots of fluff and comfort.

requested by @julienbakerloverr: hey! if you do requests could you maybe do one where reader is like lucy or pheobe sister and like she just broke up with her ex and she come over to her sisters house on boygenius night and they all comfort her?? and possibly julien x reader?? but only if u want to!

“W-W-We broke up.” you sob over the phone to your sister. 

“Oh, sweetie. I’m so sorry. I’m at home if you need to come over. Please come over. Julien and Pheobe are over, too, and we can all hang out. I don’t want you grieving alone.” she states in a rush of words. 

Sniffling and whipping your tears with the cuff of your hoodie, you agree to come over. As you go to hang up the phone, you hear Julien and Pheobe yell their “I love yous” before the line drops. 

Taking a deep breath, hoping to steady your breathing, you set on packing a bag. As you enter your bedroom, you rummage into your closet for your overnight duffel bag. Locating the old thing, you shove the necessities into the bag and zip it without a second thought to what you’ve shoved in there; if you’re missing something, Lucy is bound to have it. As you’re walking out of your apartment door, you glance at yourself in the mirror by the door. The bags under your eyes are deep and purple, your eyes bloodshot, your hair a knotted mess, and your outfit is purely for comfort. The tears threatened to spill over as you looked at your sorry state. But, before the floodgates could open, you snap back into getting out the door, snatching your keys from the hook by the door, and shoving your feet into your slippers. You head out of your apartment and down the stairs to your car. 

Pulling your car into Lucy’s driveway, you see the front door of her house slowly crack open to reveal your sister standing in the doorway. Retrieving your bag from the back of the car, you shuffle up to her wide-open arms, throwing yourself into her embrace. The tears come immediately.

“It’s ok.” Lucy coos, rubbing her hand up and down your back in soothing strokes.

Lucy stands with you in her arms for a while, letting you get out all the tears and sniffles.

“Tha- Thank you, Lu. I needed that.” You half smile, whipping the tears from your cheeks.

“Of course. Let's get you inside. The boys are in the living room right now. I thought we could watch a movie or some trash TV. It’s your pick. Also, Pheobs went ham and bought a bunch of snacks, so there’s a whole feast of junk food on the coffee table if you’re hungry.” Lucy rambles, ushering you into her home.

Stepping through the doorway and into the foyer, you drop your stuff by the stairs. Looking into the living room, you see Pheobe and Julien fluffing pillows and throwing blankets onto the couch. Pheobe makes eye contact with you and gives you a small smile. 

“Hey, get in here!” Pheobe beckons, grin growing wider.

Shuffling your way into the living room, you glance around at the space they were preparing. The TV was opened to Lucy’s Netflix account, casting a soft glow in the dark room. The fairy lights you had hung up with Lucy when she first bought her place illuminated the space, and the sofa was piled high with throw pillows and fuzzy blankets courtesy of Pheobe and Julien.

“Thank you for setting all of this up. I need this.” You smile, tears welling in your eyes.

“No need to thank us! We’re just happy you decided to come over and hang with us.” Julien states, pulling you into a hug that Pheobe joins in on. 

“Let me in!!” Lucy yells, entering the living room and joining the group hug.

“I love you guys.” you choke, the tears finally spilling and rolling down your cheeks. They pull you even closer if that is even possible, and you bury your head into Julien’s shoulder. As you cry into your friend's arms, you feel Julien’s hand moving up and down your back sweetly, Pheobe’s lips as she plants soft kisses on your forehead, and Lucy’s hand squeezing your bicep reassuringly. You lean into their comforting embrace and release all the pent-up grief you had bottled up. Slowly, your sobs become sniffles, and your sniffles become deep breaths as your tears cease and your breathing evens.

“Thanks.” you croak, laughing softly at your hoarse voice. 

“Of course, that is why we are here. To be your shoulder to cry on.” Phoebe says, wiping your tears with her thumbs and kissing your forehead. 

Plopping down onto the couch, you sit by Julien, and Pheobe sits by Lucy. You all get comfy on the couch, grabbing pillows, blankets, and of course snacks. Once everyone was settled into their spots, Lucy grabbed the remote and clicked into her profile.

“Ok, what are we watching tonight?” she asks, flicking to the search bar. “Hmmmmmm, Gilmore Girls?” you respond sheepishly. 

“YES!” Lucy squeals, scrolling through the main menu to find the show. 

It’s midnight when you see Julien and Pheobe have passed out on the couch. You look over to Lucy, who is also looking at the sleeping duo. She looks up, makes eye contact with you, and smiles lightly, shaking her head.

“Why am I not surprised they were the first to fall asleep,” Lucy whisper-yells, grabbing the blanket slowly slipping off them and tucking it back into place. You giggle at her statement and shake your head. 

“Julien can never stay up past her bedtime.” you joke. 

“Well, apparently, neither can Pheobe.” Lucy laughs.

You throw your head back in quiet, stifled laughter at your sister's comment. 

“I’m glad you decided to come over,” Lucy smiles, reaching across the snoozing duo to squeeze your arm. 

“I’m sorry they were such a jerk and broke up with you over the phone, though. That was shitty.” 

“They weren’t the best partner in the world, and I had a feeling it wouldn’t last. I mean, it is what it is, but it still hurts,” “When you put so much time into a relationship trying to make it work, and your efforts end up being for nothing. It sucks. But, I think it was for the best because I couldn’t see myself being with them in the long run.” you state. 

“I’m sorry it had to happen this way though. You know this invitation is extended to however long you must stay here. And that my door is always open, even if I’m out on tour.” Lucy says.

“Yeah, you’re the best sister I could ask for. I love you, Luce.” 

“Love you too.” 

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[ever-siince-new-york]

silly goofy

i've been making so many of these during my quarantine so I thought i'd post one teehee. ALSO, I KNOW THEY DIDN'T ACTUALLY POST THIS I JUST WANTED TO MAKE THIS OKAY? OKAY. lmk what u think or don't :o

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yourinstagram leave room for jesus next time wtf 🙄

~ xboygeniusx don't use the Lord's name in vain next time double-u tee eff

~ yourinstagram phoebe i know this was u, don't try 2 hide behind the boygenius acct

~ xboygeniusx water you talking about...

~ julienrbaker IDENTITY THETF IS A CRIME

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~ julienrbaker i was posting under duress, okay?

~ yourinstagram whatever u say babygirl 😘😘

lucydacus smoochie

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girlxidiiot feeling super normal about this.

hazeltaylorsversion how do i apply to fill this position?

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[phoebesspikytitties]

baby, kiss it better (pt 1)

Hi!! This is the first fic I've ever published and the first smut that I've ever successfully finished, and I am very very proud of it :D

This fic is about 2.8k words of Julien and Lucy taking care of Phoebe on a bad day where she really, really needs it. Enjoy and please leave feedback below !! <333

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TAGS: throuple!boygenius, boygenius smut, sub!Phoebe, dom!Lucy, dom!Julien, praise, bondage, cunnilingus, fingering, hurt/comfort, fluff and smut, light choking, slight verbal degradation/humiliation, name-calling, porn with plot (sort of, if you squint), tooth-rotting fluff, sexy and sweet, they just love each other so much ok!!, brain is mean sometimes, and sometimes cure to mean brain is hot sex with the women you love, I don't make the rules this is simply how it is

It was their first day off from touring in weeks, and Phoebe had woken up on the wrong side of the bed. It felt like no matter what Lucy and Julien did, they got snapped at or ignored or eye-rolled. After about two hours of sharing bulged eyes and shrugs across the shared common areas in the suite when she wasn't looking, they both decided it was time for an intervention.

"Phoebe?" Lucy approached the door separating their two-king suite followed by Julien knocking gently.

"What do you want?" came the muffled, disgruntled reply.

"Lucy and I are worried about you, princess. Can we come in?"

There was silence for a moment, then a huff and shuffling noises from inside the room as Phoebe moved to open the door. When she did, Lucy and Julien saw how dark her eye bags had gotten and how tangled her hair looked in a curtain in front of her face. How she had managed to go from perfectly made up last night to entirely a mess this morning was beyond them, but it only served to worry them further.

"You guys have nothing to worry about, seriously," she said gruffly, turning away at the last word.

"Right, yes, of course. We can see that all is perfectly fine in Phoebe land," Julien said sarcastically. Lucy elbowed her in the ribs, giving her a look that said let me do the talking.

"Pheebs, you know we don't buy that. Can we please come in for a second?" Lucy says.

Phoebe stays with her arms against the doorway and her head tilted to the side, not wanting to look at the boys in case they saw the tears welling up in her eyes. Lucy, sensing the shift, forced Phoebe's eyes to look into hers with a finger under her chin. Upon seeing the tears streaming down her face, she pulled her into a hug, which Phoebe melted into immediately.

"I- I just- I didn't realize how bad it had gotten until we had time to think, time to breathe. I don't know what's wrong with me but I never feel like I deserve you guys and all you do for me and I'm afraid that I'm faking it all and I'm really just an awful horrible bad person and I-"

Her sobs cut her rambling short as she buries her face deeper into Lucy's shoulder, breathing in the scent of her hair and trying to ground herself. Lucy stroked her hair and held her tighter as Julien held her from behind, kissing along her shoulder blades and whispering reassurances into her back.

Eventually, sobs became sniffles, and Lucy broke the hug momentarily only to pick Phoebe up fireman style and move her to the bed. She struggled slightly at the gesture but relented, realizing that she didn't have the strength to walk anyway. Lucy laid against the headboard, bringing Phoebe to lay back against her and use her boobs as pillows. Julien acquired a tissue box and snuggled up beside them, and they lay there until Lucy broke the silence.

"You don't deserve to talk to yourself that way, Phoebe. You are NOT an awful person, and you deserve our love." Her tone was intense, almost short with how heated she got at the prospect of someone she loved so much not understanding how much she was worth.

Phoebe looked up at her with a tearstained face, attempting a smile. "I wish I could believe that, Luce. I really, really do." Julien cupped her face with her hands. She looks up at Lucy in a silent question, and Lucy nods, giving the go-ahead for what she would say next.

"What if we showed you just how much we love you?" Phoebe's eyes widened, their lips getting closer.

"And how would you go about doing that," she asked, teasingly now, eyes flicking down to her lips.

"For starters, how about we put that mouth to better use, princess?" Phoebe’s eyes fluttered shut and she nodded slightly, and that was all the prompting Julien needed.

She pressed their lips together hungrily, moving to be on top of Phoebe and slotting a thigh between her own. Lucy watched in wonder as the two loves of her life made out in front of her, taking in the sight. Eventually she decided she wanted to make things interesting, so she reached to grab a fistful of Phoebe's hair.

She tugged lightly at first, testing the waters, and Phoebe had to break the kiss to throw her head back. Having been given her opening, Lucy leaned down into her lips, tangling her hands further in her hair. She broke the kiss with a teasing bite to Phoebe's bottom lip, causing her to moan as Julien looked on with eyes blown wide.

"Do you need us to take care of you, angel?" Lucy asked, smoothing the hair she had just tangled.

"Yes, yes please," Phoebe said, her senses still overwhelmed.

"What's your word, baby?" Julien asked, being the only one of the three with any room left in her brain for logistics.

"Salt," Phoebe said.

"Good girl," Lucy praises, leaving chaste kisses along the exposed part of Phoebe's neck.

Phoebe leaned back, exposing more of herself to be explored by Julien and Lucy. One of her greatest joys and stress relievers on tour has been letting them have control over her and her pleasure, and she felt herself starting to slip back into that familiar headspace as Lucy started to kiss her again, slower this time.

They moved so that they could undress, starting with Phoebe's shirt and shorts and leaving her in just her underwear. Julien took one of Phoebe's breasts into her mouth, sucking appreciatively at the exposed skin. She latched on to her nipple as Lucy latched on to the other, coaxing whines and moans out of her. Phoebe felt the wetness between her legs at the sensations and the thought of being dominated by both of them at once, pressing them together in an effort to get any friction at all.

Lucy noticed, breaking off from her nipple with a loud pop to say, "So desperate for release already, aren't you, pretty girl?" Phoebe nodded, pushing her hips up into empty air.

"We can't have you closing your legs when you're supposed to be relaxing, can we?" Julien said, breaking contact with Phoebe and raising her eyebrows at Lucy suggestively.

"Oh no, we can't have that," she replied, smirking in return to Julien's expression.

Phoebe watched this exchange and threw her head back with a groan, knowing that whatever this meant for her would be deliciously torturous. While Julien broke off to grab God-knows-what to use on her, Lucy kissed her once again, moving her to be in the very center of the bed. She grabbed her hands, pinning them above her head, causing Phoebe's back to arch. Lucy slotted her knee between her thighs, pressing up with just enough pressure to drive Phoebe crazy. Lucy smirked at Phoebe's needy expression, bringing her other hand to wrap possessively around her throat. She pressed ever so slightly, watching as Phoebe gasps with eyes rolling back into her head.

"Please, Lucy, please, I need to feel you- your touch, your mouth, anything please," Phoebe whimpered, surprised at her own desperation.

"Awwwww, so needy already, baby? I bet you're dripping, aren't you? Such a pretty little mess for us." Lucy spoke lowly in her ear, pressing her knee harder onto where Phoebe needed her most and biting down harshly near her collarbone. Phoebe moaned, feeling like she had entered heaven.

At that very moment, Julien re-entered the room carrying an assortment of things; ropes, a leather paddle with a heart shape cut out of it, lube, the black-and-red sparkly swirled vibrating strap-on Lucy had bought for times like these, and a pair of leather cuffs. She tapped Lucy on the shoulder so that she could move and Phoebe could see what she had coming.

Julien smirked as Phoebe’s jaw dropped open. Her eyes widened, taking in all of the things that Julien had brought to use on her.

“You like what you see, baby?” Julien put the stuff down on the bed and went to take her own shirt off, Lucy following suit. Phoebe turned to bury her face in the pillows, suddenly too aware of how exposed she was to them.

“Now she’s shy, is she?” Julien laughed teasingly, sidling up to be beside Phoebe again and turning her back around to press short kisses all over her face.

“Remember, we only use what you want,” Lucy reminded her, now in her underwear only.

Phoebe’s eyes raked up and down her body before responding, “Fuck, I want it all.”

Lucy giggled at her eagerness and moved back down to give her a short kiss, motioning for Julien to prepare the rope. She shimmied Phoebe’s underwear down her legs, kissing down her stomach causing her to shiver as she did so. She stopped at her pussy, taking in just how wet Phoebe was for them.

“God, you really are desperate, aren’t you?” She teased, trailing her fingertips along Phoebe’s inner thighs as she attempted to close her legs again.

“Ah ah ah,” Lucy said, forcing them apart and grabbing the rope from Julien. She quickly and efficiently tied one leg to the bed frame, then the other, effectively restraining her from hiding herself from them. Phoebe looked on in shock and arousal as Julien grabbed her hands and tied them to the bed frame above her head.

Once they had made sure nothing was too tight, Julien nudged Lucy aside to kiss Phoebe passionately. She tried to move her hands to tangle in Julien’s hair but they didn’t budge, held securely in place with her thoughtfully tied knots. Julien trailed kisses down her jawline, stopping to nip at her ear. Phoebe tried in vain to close her legs, whimpering and becoming more needy by the second. Just when she thought she might cry if she didn’t get some relief, she felt Lucy’s mouth on her inner thigh, right next to where she was dripping for her. She inched closer as Julien began leaving hickeys down her neck and chest, taking her nipples between her teeth and biting down just enough to make Phoebe feel like she was on fire. At the same time, Lucy’s mouth finally found her center, licking up the wetness that had gathered there. She took her clit into her mouth and sucked, and Phoebe moaned, hips bucking into Lucy’s face. Julien pulled her hips down harshly, digging her nails into the skin there.

“Such a needy whore for us, aren’t you? Look at you all tied up, bucking your hips into Lucy’s face like the pretty little slut you are. I bet you could come right now, couldn’t you, gorgeous?” Julien’s words shot straight to Phoebe’s pussy, a whole new wave of arousal washing over her. It was almost too much as Lucy’s fingers entered her, fucking into her at a rough pace, mouth still pressing wet kisses to her clit. Lucy curled her fingers up, hitting a spot that made her cry out as her eyes rolled back.

Lucy continued her efforts for a few minutes and soon Phoebe’s legs were shaking, and then tensing, straining against her restraints.

Lucy pulled her mouth away from Phoebe’s center, her thumb keeping pace on her clit as she said, “Go ahead, angel, give it to me,” and that was all it took.

Phoebe came with a cry, the added sensations of the rope around her wrists and ankles enhancing her orgasm in a way she didn’t know possible. Lucy fucked her through it as Julien came up to kiss her neck softly, letting her ride out her high.

When Lucy finally took her fingers out of her, Phoebe was open-mouthed and panting, sweat glistening on her brow. Lucy brought her fingers up to her mouth and rested them on her lips.

“Open,” she said, and Phoebe immediately obliged, sucking them into her mouth and moaning at the taste. Julien set about untying the knots and came back around to kiss Phoebe sweetly once Lucy’s fingers had been sucked clean and Phoebe’s wrists and ankles had been freed.

“Look at you, my love. You’re so pretty, so absolutely perfect for us. You’re such a good girl for us angel,” Lucy said, coming to lay down beside her and stroking her hair out of her face.

Phoebe turned to look at her, eyes shrouded in her afterglow. She turned to see Julien beaming at her from her other side and let the smile tentatively spread to her own face.

Lucy leaned down to kiss her, letting Phoebe taste her sweetness on her face.The moment Phoebe registered that she was free to move her limbs again she was pulling Lucy on top of her, reveling in the comforting weight of her. Julien came to snuggle into them, pushing Lucy so that there was room for her on top of Phoebe, replacing Lucy’s lips on hers. They dissolved into a pile of giggles and limbs, eventually settling so that Phoebe was between them again.

Julien and Lucy each took a wrist in their hands and set about kissing all over the rope marks, and Phoebe’s smile grew wider. Lucy turned to the bedside table where there was a full glass of water, courtesy of Julien when she had gone to get her bag of tricks, and made Phoebe sit up and drink some.

“Luce, do I haaaave to? I’m so comfortable,” she said, pouting at the thought of having to move a muscle.

“You either drink the water or I spank your ass sore, and you’re still going to have to drink it after that,” Lucy says, surprising even Julien, who’s jaw almost hits the floor.

“I meeeaaann…” Phoebe giggles suggestively, causing Julien to laugh in disbelief and Lucy to roll her eyes fondly.

“Next time! Now, seriously, drink this before your drop catches up to you,” she laughs, forcing Phoebe’s head back with the glass and effectively spilling half of it on the bedding.

“God, ok, fine!! I’ll drink it myself,” Phoebe says, taking the glass and downing the rest with as much grace as she can muster in her fucked-out state.

“How- how’d you like that?” Julien said, taking the glass out of her hand and waiting expectantly for her answer.

“God, I don’t think I’ve ever came so hard in my life,” Phoebe responds, cheeks reddening as she turns to bury her face in Lucy’s cleavage. Lucy laughs, running her hands through her hair.

“We know how much you love being all tied up for us, baby. Wanna see how the other toys feel next time?” Julien says, gesturing towards the pile of assorted goodies, still unused.

“Yes please. Can we try something with the strap and the paddle next time?” She asks timidly, turning to look both of them in their eyes.

“Hell yeah,” comes their unison response, sending all three of them laughing again.

“Thank you guys, seriously. It means the world to me that you want to do this for me.”

“Of course we do, princess. Are you feeling any better than before?” Julien asks, turning over so that she’s spooning Phoebe’s side.

After some contemplation, Phoebe’s response is, “I feel a lot lighter than before. But, I think I could be even floatier with the help of that little devil right there.” She gestures towards the paddle specifically.

“Awwww, I love my little pain slut,” Julien says, leaning in to kiss Phoebe slowly.

“Hey, that’s OUR pain slut, thank you very much!” Lucy exclaims in mock offense.

“Ladies, ladies, please, there’s enough of me to go around!” Phoebe says, and they all laugh at their own ridiculousness.

Eventually they manage to untangle themselves from each other to go get cleaned up and put their bathing suits on, deciding to spend the rest of their sunny day off at the hotel pool. Phoebe is glowing and so are Lucy and Julien, happy to see the pink in her cheeks again. When they get back to their room, they detangle Phoebe’s hair (much to her annoyance) and fall asleep in her bed together, intertwined and warm in each other’s arms.

Right before passing out, Phoebe musters up the energy to whisper, “I love you.”

“I love you more,” comes Julien’s response.

“I love you most,” comes Lucy’s.

#boygenius smut #boygenius fanfic #fanfic writers #fanfic #fanfiction #writers of tumblr #self indulgent #fluff #smut #sweet and sexy #lucy dacus smut #julien baker smut #phoebe bridgers smut

[avocifera]

ok but imagine camp counselor julien……… ok so keep with me as i try to explain my thoughts!

reader is also a counselor at the same camp she used to go as a kid (idk how camp works so pls ignore anything not close to reality) and this year a new girl shows up and suddenly all the kids are drawn to her because!! she plays the guitar!! and sings!! and is the kindest human!!!this leads reader into getting annoyed at julien because they’re not kids favorite counselor anymore :///

best friends! phoebe and lucy who just laugh at reader because clearly there’s more to it than meets the eye so they take it as a mission alongside the older kids to try and get reader and julien together, baker always stealing glances at reader and vice versa 😞😞😞

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[bitethehnd]

Hii, love your writting! ❤️❤️ Can i request one where JB and reader are seen kissing at a party and fans freak out on social media and the next day they look at the posts together?

₊˚⊹ ʚɞ style !

pairing : julien baker x fem!reader

synopsis : after a fun night out celebrating the boys’ new album, you and julien wake up to madness

cw : really nothing, just fluff and an accidental hard launch. some sexual innuendos, actress!reader because i said so, femme!reader, phoebe being a menace

you were a fairly well-known actress, julien was a fairly well-known singer. the two of you should have probably known to be more cautious if you didn't want your business showcased all over enews, but neither of you were thinking about that. the boys had just released their album 'the record' last night at midnight. it had done very well on the charts so far, and there was nowhere to go but up from there. you were insanely proud of the women you loved and all of you were celebrating their achievement.

muna had joined you and the boys at the bar you were at. the four of you all sprouted grins as you stood up to greet them. you pulled jo's girlfriend, kelli, in for a long hug.

"hi, baby," kelli said into the hug. you smiled brightly and kissed her cheek.

"thank you for coming, kells. i know it means the world to them that you're all here," you said sweetly as you pulled away.

"are you kidding me? jo wouldn't shut up about seeing them all week." you and kelli started to giggle loudly. jo and julien turned around in amusement at the sound.

"and what are you ladies laughing about?" jo asked sarcastically and raised one eyebrow. julien walked up to you and wrapped one arm around your waist securely, a giddy smile on her face. it made you practically beam to see her so happy.

"i was just telling kelli my elaborate plan to steal her away from you. you better watch out, jo," you winked at the curly-haired woman with a smug smile. jo fake gasped and pulled kelli away from you. the four of you all started to laugh loudly your antics.

"who's ready to party?!" phoebe suddenly yelled over the loud music. you all started hollering and made your way to the bar top. some ordered drinks, but you and julien opted for soda instead. she was sober and you had decided when you two got serious that you wouldn't drink around her. she insisted that it was fine and it didn't bother her in the slightest, but you stuck with your decision. you were sober in spirit for her.

as the drinks were downed, all of you made your way to the dance floor. you cheered in delight as a rihanna song came on, pulling julien to dance with you.

"babyyy," julien whined, "you know i can't dance."

"anyone can dance, jules. now c'mon, just follow my lead," you said and placed her hands on your hips. you guided her movements, instructing her to move her hips in sync with yours. you put your arms around her neck as your bodies got closer together.

julien leaned up and burrowed her head in the crook of your neck, sucking marks onto the delicate skin. you giggled softly at her actions, moving your torso right up against hers. at that point, you two were practically grinding on each other. you could feel the outline of her abs through her button up shirt, and she was right at eye level with your cleavage that was probably spilling out of your top.

neither of you were thinking about anything other than each other, so you failed to see the woman that was recording you sitting at the bar.

after about ten minutes of dancing, you pulled julien's face away from your neck and told her you needed a drink. she, of course, followed you to the bar and ordered a cherry coke for you.

the bartender filled up the glass for you and slid it across the bar. you took a long sip from the straw as julien watched you. she took the drink from your hands and did the same. you sat down on a stool, and she moved to stand in between your legs. you placed the drink down and wrapped your arms around her neck, her pulling you by the waist to get you closer.

"have i told you how proud i am of you?" you asked her as you played with her hair. she let out a soft chuckle.

"have i told you how beautiful you are?" she countered with a smug smile. you laughed loudly and slapped her on the shoulder.

you leaned in to give her a sweet kiss. she immediately responded, kissing you back passionately and gliding her tongue along your bottom lip. you gave her access, letting her tongue into your mouth. you two made out for a few minutes before phoebe came into sight and wolf whistled loudly. you laughed and julien just flipped her off. that night was perfect.

˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

the next morning, you and julien woke up to phoebe banging on the guest room door. the two of you and lucy decided to stay in the blonde’s apartment, which in hindsight was a bad idea. phoebe stayed up all hours of the night doing god knows what and woke the two of you up so early.

“phoebe! cut it out!” julien whined and rolled over, shoving her head under a pillow. the door practically busted open and phoebe came running in.

“guys, oh my god. you have to see this,” the older woman said and almost threw her phone at you.

you sighed and took her phone from her hands, the blonde bouncing on her feet anxiously. what could have made her so worked up? you didn’t know.

phoebe’s phone was opened to twitter. the tweets on her homepage were filled with videos and pictures of you and julien from last night. your eyes practically bulged out of your head as you scrolled.

“oh my god, julien, get up,” you said with a hardy laugh. the dirty blonde rolled over and glanced over your shoulder at the phone. her jaw was slack and she had a horrified look on her face. phoebe came and sat next to you on the bed as the three of you saw the leaked photos.

“this is…” julien trialed off and tilted her head.

“kinda funny…” you said monotonously before looking over at your lover and bursting out laughing. phoebe joined you in the giggles as julien looked at you guys like you grew three heads.

“guys! it’s not funny!” julien tried to reason, but she herself was starting to crack up.

“it’s funny. like, really funny,” you let out through your laughter. it sucked that someone had invaded your privacy, but the two of you were making out in the middle of a bar, so really it was your fault.

“it’s julien’s fault for practically fucking you in public,” phoebe shrugged.

“i was not!” julien exclaimed dramatically and hit phoebe with a pillow. the blonde fake gasped and hit her back. you were stuck in the middle of their childish fighting, trying to get out of the way of the flying objects.

“can you guys shut the fuck up! some of us would like to sleep!” lucy suddenly yelled from her bed down the hall.

“sorry, luce!” you yelled back.

“alright, get the fuck out, bridgers,” julien said and pointed a finger at the blonde.

“fine, baker,” she sassily responded before taking her phone and walking out of the door.

you and julien looked at each other as she shut the door, soft smiles on your faces. you hugged julien and gave her a kiss on the forehead, she cuddled into your chest.

“do you think we should tell people we’ve been together for two years?” julien asked jokingly as she looked up at you. it was surprising that you guys managed to keep your relationship a secret for so long.

“do you think we should tell people we’re engaged?” you joked back as you two fell into laughter again.

the rest of the morning was spent scrolling on social media to see people’s reactions. most were surprised and overjoyed, and some said they knew all along. which was obviously a sham because the two of you were ‘just friends’ to the public until now.

the tiktok edits made you blush and people’s shocked tweets made the two of you smile. after a while, you two decided to post an instagram story to your profile. the picture was the two of your hands laced together. julien’s unique tattoos made it obvious it was her, but the real surprise came from the diamond ring proudly placed on your ring finger. let’s just say twitter had another field day after that.

© bitethehnd

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[boywithpinkcarnation]

your instagram story if you were dating julien baker 🧡 (part one) (part two) (part three)

c yaps: i’m back with another one!!!! still gonna post head cannons for the lucy one (& eventually one for jb too) but these are sooo fun i love building a little life in my head (i need to get a real gf so bad my god)just like lucy this will be a three parter 🤭🤭

#boygenius fanfic #julien baker x reader #julien baker fanfic #boygenius x reader #c’s ig series

[brandogenius]

hiii!!! could you do like soft! gf x julien hcs??

hi!!! of course :D i hope i did it justice my love!

‼️RPF‼️

HC - julien x soft!gf reader

- jb is like those cats on tiktok. she likes to sit and watch you do your makeup. sometimes getting curious and asking you to put some on her

- “i want some of that” “you want some highlighter?” “yes”

- stealing jbs hoodies

- julien loves to spoil you

- juliens alarm goes off earlier than normal so she can wake you up because she knows you take long to do your hair and makeup

- either you or jules always brings home flowers every weekend. there’s flowers everywhere. you claim “it lightens up the house”

- sitting down every friday night, you painting juliens nails and jules painting yours

- “sorry they don’t look good” “baby they look gorgeous don’t worry”

- domestic fluff. both of you just wondering around in the comfortable silence of each others presence. julien doing the laundry and you painting at the table

- handmade crafts for gifts. you painted a portrait of you and julien for her birthday she has hung proudly in a framed photo in the hallway

- matching paper rings. it was something cute you wanted to try from tiktok but jb wears it religiously. committed to wearing it

- “it’s like we’re married”

- going clothes shopping doing small fashion shows in the dressing room showing off your skirts

- “do a twirl princess”

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[motions1ckness]

Masterlist *ੈ✩‧₊

Some of these include actual people so if you’re uncomfortable with that, don’t read it!!

** smut

Roman Roy

Don’t Call me Kid (pt 1)

Sweetheart (pt 2)

His Assistant

(Request) x fem ace reader

**Letting it Linger

**Comfort

Shiv Roy

Loving you is painful enough

Julien Baker

Fall in Nashville (pt 1)

**Now i’m covered in you (pt 2)

**Girl Next Door

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[outofmydepthatapublicbeach]

julien baker fluff abcs

hey everyone!!! here is the fluff abcs i promised!!! i hope you all enjoy it!! <333

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

Everything about you, I think she would worship the ground you walk on. But I think she especially adores your personality.

B = Beauty (what do they find most beautiful about you?)

I think Julien would find your eyes and voice the most beautiful. No matter what color your eyes are I could see her staring in and just getting lost in your irises. When I say voice, I don’t mean singing, I mean your everyday speaking voice, the quirk in your accent (no matter where you’re from) and especially your laugh, she loves your laugh.

C = Call (how often does she call/text?)

I feel like Julien doesn’t go on her phone much, except when she is communicating with you. I could see her sending you videos of what she’s working on in the studio, or if she is away she would definitely call you at night, do that thing where you fall asleep on facetime with one another. I think she’d like to check up on you a lot so lots of updates and check-ins.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

Honestly I could see Julien liking just staying in and ordering takeout and watching some movie, or going out to a fancy restaurant. Omg!!! Picnic dates too!!! 

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

I think it might take Julien a while to be super open and express her emotions around you, but once she feels safe she expresses all types of emotion around you. 

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

I think she would want one, but not for a while. She’s good with sticking to a couple dogs and maybe a cat.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

I think she definitely will get you gifts if she's on tour and sees something she knows you’d love. I think she’d be the type to hand make you gifts or buy you flowers “just ‘cause”. 

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

I imagine Julien loves to hold your hand. Whenever you two are standing next to each other she’ll have your hand in hers or she has an arm around your waist. 

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

I think she would panic no matter how you got hurt, like if you got a papercut she’d drop everything to see if you were okay.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

I think Julien would joke sometimes, but I don’t really think she would prank you. 

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

She would kiss you gently, both hands holding your face, or you’d be hand in hand. I think that she would make each kiss special, but also while making you want more.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you/love languages?)

Physical touch and quality time for sure!!! Like I said earlier she’d hold your hand whenever she could. Love just spending time together, even if the focus isn’t on eachother, maybe like sitting on the couch each of you reading a separate book, but you’re both there and close and that's what matters!!!

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

I imagine y’all did one of those 5 minute painting swaps and you both had a lot of fun creating art to hang up in your shared homes!! I can kinda see that date ending up with paint everywhere and a lot of giggles.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

I think Julien’s worst fear would be losing you. To her you’re the light of her life and she wouldn’t know what to do if she lost you.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

I feel like she would sleep with socks on… 

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

OMGGG!!! Definitely the basic ones like baby, love, honey, but maybe more specific ones based on your personality or certain attributes, like if you have a lot of piercings she’d call you punk. I can also for some reason see her calling her lover like berry. I could see her calling you her “heart” as well.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

Anytime spent with you if time spent well. I think she loves having late night conversations while the TV plays a movie y’all have seen a bunch of times, or reading to each other!!! Like you’d have a little book club just between yourselves where you read together and then talk about the book!!! That would be so cute!!!

R = Rhythm (has she written any songs about you?)

FOR SURE!!!! OMG!!! Every since she met you she finds it hard to write a song about anything other than you… (the album she's currently working on is def a bunch of love songs all dedicated to you)

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

Completely, she tells you everything, and you listen to every word she says (and vice versa)!!!

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

In true lesbian fashion, not very long. I’m thinking y’all were friends for a while before you started to date. But it was only like 2 dates before she asked you to be her girlfriend.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

I think she does whatever you need at the moment. Need time to yourself to cool off? Done, she’ll take the dogs out for a quick walk. Need a hug because of a bad day? You’re already in her arms.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

I think Julien takes any chance to show you off. “Oh this is my girlfriend… aren’t they stunning?” Or if you’re a musician or artist I think she'll post about your art/music. 

W = Wild Card (random!!)

I think that she wouldn't post much about you, and only because she wants to keep her relationship private. But I do think she would have a private instagram account with only her friends on it and she would post a lot more about you there. 

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

I think Julien would be able to read you really well, especially once you have been together a while. I think she might even know how you're feeling before you even know how you're feeling!!

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

Either very romantic and extravagant, like she’d take you on a little trip, nice dinner. Or it would be like, a lazy Sunday morning where you two sleep in and your in the kitchen making breakfast and talking about going to a farmers market for some fruit and all the sudden she just blurts out “marry me”. She's just so in love with you she can’t wait any longer.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

I think she would feel the most calm in your presence, just by being in the same room as you!!

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