julie

Reader has had a really bad day, one of those where it’s just one thing after the other piling on until you’re left exhausted so when she comes home she’s close to her breaking point. Joe notices and gets her to relax while playing the guitar softly and singing while the sunset gets the apartment to have this nice soft golden glow to it. It would just be so relaxing and calming 🥹

there's something so deeply comforting about the idea of coming home after one of those awful days where nothing is technically catastrophic but everything somehow manages to go wrong anyway, and having somebody recognise how close you are to your limit before you even say anything.

also acoustic guitar joe is genuinely dangerous to my wellbeing.

thank you so much for sending this one in hun <3

sunlight through the curtains

Joe Keery x reader

Summary: After a day that seems determined to wear you down piece by piece, Joe notices you're running on empty and quietly gives you somewhere safe to fall apart.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, minors DNI, no use of y/n, established relationship, bad day, emotional exhaustion, overwhelm, stress, crying, comfort, fluff, acoustic guitar!joe keery, comfort fic (lmk if i missed anything)

W/C: 1.2k

Read more of my writing here: [masterlist]

The difficult thing about bad days is that they rarely announce themselves properly.

The genuinely terrible days tend to arrive with enough noise to be recognised immediately. You know when something catastrophic has happened. You know when you've received bad news. You know when a disaster has occurred because disasters have the decency to introduce themselves.

Bad days are often quieter than that.

They accumulate.

can i request um reader going to surprise joe at the studio without him expecting it but likes he’s trying to record something that doesn’t come out exactly the way he wants and stars having one of those days, the kind where everything feels too heavy until reader shows up. one hug, smile or a kiss and he’s is instantly undone and completely softened and grabs her face and smooch it all over like cuteness overload heh thank uuu

“one of those days”

☆ joe keery x fem!reader ☆

hi !! thank u so much for reading my fics 🥹💗 english isn’t my first language, so i’m sorry if there are any mistakes !! requests are always open <3

summary: joe is having one of those days in the studio. the song isn’t working, adam is seconds away from losing his mind, and everyone in the room has accepted that the session is doomed. then reader shows up unexpectedly with coffee and a smile, and suddenly joe remembers how to be a functional human being again.

word count: 3.6k

warnings: fluff, clingy!joe, studio setting, lots of kissing, joe being dramatic, adam suffering, no use of y/n

The first sign that Joe was having a terrible day was Adam swearing before noon.

It wasn’t loud enough for the entire building to hear, but it was loud enough for everyone inside the studio to freeze for half a second, which said everything because Adam was usually the calm one.

He could survive endless takes, strange ideas, last-minute changes and Joe deciding at three in the afternoon that a song he loved at breakfast was actually the worst thing he had ever written.

So when Adam leaned back in his chair, rubbed both hands over his face and muttered something under his breath, everyone understood that the session had officially become dangerous.

Joe was standing inside the recording booth with one hand wrapped around the microphone stand and the other shoved into the pocket of his hoodie, staring through the glass at Adam like the song had personally betrayed him.

His hair was a mess from how many times he had dragged his fingers through it, the lyric sheets in front of him were covered in crossed-out lines, and Trent was sitting on the couch with his bass across his lap, looking like he had emotionally accepted that they might be trapped there forever.

The song had started as something Joe loved. By lunch, it had become his enemy.

“I hate it.”

Adam didn’t move right away. He just stayed in his chair, eyes closed, like he was trying to collect the last pieces of patience left in his body before answering.

“You do not hate it.”

Joe leaned closer to the microphone, his expression tightening.

“I do.”

“You loved it yesterday.”

“I was wrong yesterday.”

“You said it was one of your favorites yesterday.”

“Yesterday Joe was clearly unwell.”

Trent snorted from the couch, and Adam shot him a tired look that failed completely because even he looked like he wanted to laugh.

Joe, however, wasn’t smiling, and that was the problem. Usually, even when he got frustrated, there was still something playful underneath it, some little spark that made the whole room feel lighter.

Today that spark kept disappearing under exhaustion before it had the chance to become anything real.

Adam leaned toward the talkback button.

“Come out here.”

“No.”

“Joe.”

“No.”

“We’re not recording anything useful while you’re in this mood.”

“I’m not in a mood.”

Adam stared at him through the glass.

“You told Trent his bassline sounded emotionally unavailable.”

Joe pointed toward Trent.

“In context, it made sense.”

Trent lifted both hands slowly, still holding the bass.

“I wasn’t offended. I was confused, but not offended.”

Adam pushed his chair back from the console and stood up, grabbing his notebook like he was seconds away from either fixing the song or throwing it directly at Joe’s head.

He wasn’t actually angry, but he was tired in the very specific way people became tired when they cared about the final product almost as much as the artist and still had to survive the artist acting impossible for eight hours straight.

“You need a break.”

“I need the song to stop being bad.”

“The song is not bad.”

“It is.”

“It is not.”

“It is.”

Adam slowly closed his notebook.

“If you say that one more time, I’m calling your girlfriend.”

That finally made Joe pause.

It was tiny, barely noticeable, but Adam caught it immediately because he had spent the entire day trapped in the room with him and had started recognizing every micro-expression out of self-defense.

Joe looked down for half a second, then back through the glass, trying too hard to appear unaffected.

“Don’t bother her.”

Adam blinked.

“Oh.”

Joe frowned.

“What?”

Adam’s tired expression shifted into something far too smug.

“Oh, that’s what this is.”

Joe regretted speaking immediately.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No, it isn’t.”

“I didn’t even say what it was.”

Joe stepped back from the microphone, already annoyed because Adam wasn’t completely wrong.

He hadn’t planned on missing you today.

He had woken up beside you that morning, kissed you goodbye when you were still half-asleep, and told himself he would be perfectly fine spending the day in the studio like he always did.

But somewhere around the fifth bad take and the third cup of coffee, the thought of you had started sitting quietly in the back of his mind, soft and persistent and impossible to ignore.

Before Adam could say anything else, the studio door opened.

Nobody looked right away.

People had been coming and going all morning, asking questions, dropping off equipment, bringing coffee or quietly checking if the session had turned into a disaster yet.

Joe didn’t look either.

He had already turned back toward the lyric sheet, apparently ready to hate-read the chorus until it personally apologized.

Then someone in the hallway laughed.

Your laugh.

Joe’s head lifted immediately.

Adam saw it happen and froze with his hand near the talkback button.

Trent looked up from his bass.

One by one, everyone turned toward the door just in time to see you step inside like you had done it a hundred times before, which at this point, you basically had.

You walked in confidently, balancing an iced coffee carrier in one hand and adjusting your bag with the other, greeting the assistant by name before smiling at Trent when he lifted his hand at you.

“Should I be scared?”

Adam turned toward you with relief so dramatic it looked rehearsed.

“Honestly?”

You glanced at the lyric sheets, the abandoned guitar, the tired faces around the room, and then at Joe through the glass.

His whole expression had already changed in a way that made your stomach do something stupid.

He was still inside the booth, still wearing the same tired hoodie, still looking like he had spent hours losing a fight against invisible ghosts, but the second he saw you, every sharp edge in his face softened.

You smiled.

“Hi.”

Joe stared at you like you had just walked in carrying the solution to every problem he had ever had.

“Hi.”

Adam made a strangled noise.

“Oh my God.”

Joe finally looked away from you.

“What?”

Adam pointed at him.

“That. That face.”

Joe narrowed his eyes, but the effect was ruined by the fact that he was already smiling a little.

Not enough that he would admit it if anyone accused him, but enough that everyone in the studio recognized it as the first real sign of life they had seen from him since before lunch.

You walked further into the room, setting the coffees carefully on the table before slipping your bag off your shoulder.

You knew where to put your things.

You knew which chair rolled badly and which cables to step over.

You knew Adam took his coffee black when he was stressed and pretended he didn’t want sugar when he absolutely did.

You belonged in the room so easily now that Joe barely remembered what it felt like before you started visiting.

“What did he do?”

Trent answered before Adam could.

“He called my bassline emotionally unavailable.”

You slowly turned toward Joe.

“Did you?”

Joe opened the booth door and stepped out immediately, which made Adam throw both hands in the air.

“Oh, now you leave the booth.”

Joe ignored him, walking straight toward you.

“In context, it made sense.”

You bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing.

“Right.”

Up close, the exhaustion was harder to miss.

The humor was trying to come back, but his eyes were tired and his shoulders looked too tense, like he had been carrying the entire session in his body.

He looked like he had spent hours trying not to need you because needing you felt too dramatic, and somehow that made your chest ache worse than if he had just texted you to come earlier.

Your smile softened.

“Oh, baby.”

The words were quiet enough that they should have been only for him, but the entire room heard them anyway.

Joe’s face changed instantly, and Adam covered his mouth like he was witnessing something too good to interrupt.

The second you opened your arms, Joe stepped into them without pretending to hesitate, wrapping himself around you so tightly that you almost laughed from the force of it.

The room erupted immediately.

Adam threw his notebook onto the table.

Trent started clapping once before someone told him to stop.

The engineer leaned back in his chair with a dramatic sigh of relief, like the power had come back on after a blackout.

Joe didn’t react to any of it.

He simply pressed his face into the side of your neck and held you like he had been waiting all day for permission to fall apart a little.

“Hi,” you whispered again, softer this time.

His answer was muffled against your skin.

“Hi.”

Adam pointed at the two of you like a lawyer presenting final evidence.

“Do you see what I mean?”

Joe lifted one hand from your waist and blindly gave him the finger without moving his face from your shoulder.

The entire room burst into laughter, and even you had to hide your smile against him because the gesture was so perfectly Joe that it almost made the whole day feel lighter by itself.

You rubbed one hand slowly up and down Joe’s back, feeling the tension beneath the soft fabric of his hoodie.

He was still too tense, still too warm from the booth, still holding himself like he expected someone to pull him back toward the microphone at any second.

You let your fingers slip into the messy hair at the back of his neck, and his shoulders dropped so completely that Adam actually stopped joking for half a second.

“You okay?”

Joe inhaled like he was about to say yes automatically, then seemed to think better of it. That alone told you everything.

“Not really.”

Your face softened.

“The song?”

He nodded, then shook his head, then gave a small helpless shrug.

“I don’t even know anymore.”

The room stayed quiet after that.

It wasn’t awkward.

It was more like everyone suddenly remembered that underneath the comedy of Joe being dramatic for hours, there was a real person who had been trying very hard and getting nowhere.

You reached up and brushed his hair away from his forehead, your thumb lingering near his temple in a way that made his eyes close for half a second.

“You’ve been listening to it too long.”

“I know.”

“And you’re tired.”

“I know.”

“And you probably forgot to eat real food.”

Joe opened his eyes.

“I had coffee.”

You stared at him.

Adam immediately pointed.

“I told him that didn’t count.”

Joe looked betrayed.

“You’re supposed to be on my side.”

“I am on your side. That’s why I’m agreeing with the people who want you alive.”

That got a real laugh out of him. Finally. The kind that loosened something in the room and made Adam visibly relax in his chair. Joe’s forehead dropped briefly against yours before he pulled back, smiling a little despite himself, and the smile wasn’t huge, but it reached his eyes in a way that made you feel weirdly proud.

Adam stood up slowly, grabbing the coffee you had brought him.

“I’m just saying, this is unbelievable. This man spent the last hour acting like we were forcing him to record inside a haunted basement. You walk in, call him baby one time, and suddenly he’s a functional human being.”

Joe turned slightly, but kept one arm around your waist.

“I was functional before.”

The entire room disagreed at once.

“No.”

“Not even close.”

“Absolutely not.”

You started laughing, and Joe looked around like every person in the room had personally betrayed him. The effect would have been more convincing if he wasn’t still holding onto you like you were the only thing keeping him upright.

Adam noticed, obviously.

“You haven’t let go of her.”

Joe looked down at his own arm, then back at Adam.

“So?”

“She got here ten minutes ago.”

“Exactly.”

You pressed your lips together, trying not to smile too much. Joe caught you immediately and narrowed his eyes, but even that looked soft. Everything about him had changed since you walked in. The day wasn’t fixed, not really, but the edges of it had been sanded down. He wasn’t fighting the room anymore, and he wasn’t fighting himself as much either.

Adam clapped once.

“Okay. Brave idea. We listen to the song with her ears.”

Joe straightened.

“No.”

Adam’s entire face lit up.

“Yes.”

“No, don’t play it.”

“You heard me.”

“I changed my mind.”

“You can’t.”

Joe looked down at you with genuine betrayal.

“You came here to help me.”

“I am helping you.”

“By making me listen to the song?”

“By making you listen to it with someone who hasn’t been trapped here all day.”

Adam pointed at you.

“Exactly. See? This is why we like her.”

Joe frowned.

“You like her because she brings coffee.”

“That too.”

The room settled into a more comfortable kind of movement after that. Adam returned to the console, the engineer adjusted something on the screen, Trent rested his bass against the couch, and you stayed exactly where Joe seemed determined to keep you, tucked against his side with his arm around your waist. When the track started playing through the speakers, Joe tensed beside you, so you slipped your hand into his free one and brushed your thumb over his knuckles.

The song played on.

And honestly, it was good.

Not perfect, maybe, but warm and aching and very him. You could hear why he was stuck on it, but you could also hear why Adam looked like he was ready to stage an intervention if Joe called it bad one more time. When the chorus came in, Joe watched your face instead of listening to the song, trying very hard not to look nervous and failing completely.

When it ended, everyone waited.

You looked up at him.

“I like it.”

Joe’s face shifted instantly, quieter and more vulnerable than before.

“You like it?”

“I do.”

“The chorus?”

“The chorus.”

“The bassline?”

You looked toward Trent.

“Not emotionally unavailable.”

Trent pointed at you.

“Thank you.”

Adam threw his hands up.

“THANK YOU.”

Joe ignored both of them.

“My voice?”

You looked at him softly.

“Joe.”

“What?”

“You sound like you.”

For some reason, that was the thing that did it. Not a technical compliment, not a detailed analysis, not the kind of music language Adam had been trying to use all morning. Just that. You sound like you. Joe looked at you for a long moment, and the whole room seemed to understand at once that nobody should ruin it with a joke.

His thumb moved across the back of your hand.

Once.

Twice.

Then he leaned down and kissed your forehead.

It was quick and soft and grateful in a way that made you look down immediately because suddenly smiling felt too obvious. Joe noticed, of course, and the affection in his face turned playful again, a little more familiar, a little more himself.

“Don’t get shy now.”

You laughed.

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“I’m not.”

Joe leaned closer, voice low enough that it almost felt like the rest of the room didn’t exist.

“You came in here all confident.”

“I am confident.”

“You are.”

His smile grew.

“It’s cute.”

Adam stood up abruptly.

“I’m leaving.”

Everyone laughed, and the room came alive again in the best way. The song was still open on the monitors, the lyrics were still a mess on the table, and the day still had work left in it, but something had shifted. Joe looked lighter. Not completely rested, not suddenly free of every doubt, but lighter in the way that mattered.

Eventually, Adam clapped his hands once.

“One more take.”

Joe’s smile faded a little, but he didn’t spiral. He looked toward the booth, then down at your hands still linked together. You squeezed his fingers once, and that small gesture seemed to do more for him than anything anyone had said all day.

“Go.”

Joe looked at you.

“What if it still sucks?”

“It won’t.”

“You don’t know that.”

“No, but I know you.”

That answer stayed with him. You could see it land, not loudly, but deeply enough that he stopped trying to argue. Joe leaned down and kissed your cheek, then your other cheek, then your forehead, then the corner of your mouth, until you were laughing and trying to push him away without actually pushing him away.

“Joe.”

“What?”

“Go record.”

“I am.”

“No, you’re attacking me.”

“I’m preparing.”

Adam pointed toward the booth.

“Prepare over there.”

Joe kissed your forehead one more time just to be annoying, then finally walked back into the recording booth. This time, though, he looked different as he stepped inside. The exhaustion was still there, but it didn’t own him anymore. He adjusted the headphones, glanced down at the lyric sheet, and then looked through the glass at you.

You were still near the couch, smiling at him like you had all the faith in the world.

Joe exhaled.

Adam pressed the talkback.

“Ready?”

Joe looked at you for one more second.

“Yeah.”

The track started.

This time, when Joe sang, nobody moved. His voice settled into the melody instead of fighting it, rough at the edges in exactly the way the song needed. Adam slowly leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, listening with the faintest smile on his face like he was already thinking about how badly he wanted to say I told you so.

By the time Joe finished, the room stayed quiet for one perfect second.

Then Adam hit the talkback.

“That was the take.”

Joe pulled one side of the headphones off, suspicious immediately.

“Don’t say that just because you want to go home.”

Adam pointed at him through the glass.

“I have wanted to go home since two p.m., and I still mean it.”

Trent lifted his coffee.

“That was good.”

The engineer nodded.

“Really good.”

Joe looked through the glass at you.

You smiled.

“I told you.”

He tried not to smile back and failed completely. When he came out of the booth, Adam was already saving files at the console, looking more alive than he had in hours. Joe walked straight toward you, which made everyone immediately start making noise again, but this time he didn’t even pretend to care.

“You fixed it.”

You looked up at him.

“I did not.”

“You did.”

“I literally just showed up.”

“Exactly.”

Adam groaned from behind him.

“I also existed all day, by the way.”

Joe didn’t look away from you.

“Yeah, but she’s nicer.”

“I am going to quit.”

“You say that every album.”

You laughed, but Joe’s attention stayed on you. There was something almost shy underneath the affection now, something he probably wouldn’t have said out loud with the whole room listening. But you could read it anyway. Thank you. For coming. For staying. For noticing. For knowing he needed you before he found a way to ask.

You reached up and smoothed his hair again, even though it was beyond saving.

“I’m proud of you.”

Joe’s face softened so completely that the teasing around the room seemed to dissolve. He turned his head just enough to kiss the inside of your wrist where your hand had paused near his cheek, and the gesture was so gentle and absentmindedly intimate that even Adam kept his mouth shut for once.

For about three seconds.

Then he grabbed his notebook and pointed it at you.

“You’re hired.”

You blinked.

“What?”

Adam nodded seriously.

“Official emotional support producer.”

Joe laughed, pulling you closer before Adam could continue.

“She’s not available.”

“I’ll pay her in coffee.”

“She gets that already.”

“And gratitude.”

“Not enough.”

You looked between them, amused.

“What exactly would my job be?”

Adam gestured at Joe.

“This. Walking in, making him act normal, forcing him to eat, fixing takes with three sentences, preventing me from developing permanent stress lines.”

Joe looked offended.

“I act normal.”

Adam didn’t even answer. He just stared at the arm Joe had slid around your shoulders, then back at Joe. The silence was devastating enough that everyone laughed again.

Joe smiled despite himself.

“Fine.”

You tilted your head.

“Fine?”

He looked down at you, eyes warm and tired and completely gone in a way that made your heart feel too big for your chest.

“Maybe I needed you today.”

The room softened, even if nobody said anything. Adam pretended to be very interested in his notebook. Trent looked down at his bass. The engineer turned toward the screen with suspicious timing. For once, nobody teased him, because the honesty in Joe’s voice had shifted the moment into something too sweet to ruin.

You smiled gently.

“I know.”

Joe huffed a quiet laugh.

“Of course you do.”

“You’re not subtle.”

“I’m extremely subtle.”

“Joe.”

He looked around the studio, where every single person was pretending they hadn’t spent the last hour watching him become a completely different person because you walked in.

Then he looked back at you.

“Okay, maybe not today.”

You laughed softly, and Joe leaned down to kiss your forehead again, lingering there this time instead of pulling away immediately. His hand rested against the back of your head, thumb brushing lightly over your hair, and for a moment the studio disappeared into background noise. The monitors hummed. Adam saved the take. Someone moved a cable across the floor. Outside the door, voices passed in the hallway. But Joe stayed there with you, breathing easier than he had all day.

When he finally pulled back, he looked calmer.

Not fixed.

People weren’t songs. You couldn’t fix them in one perfect take.

But he looked better.

And sometimes better was enough.

hiya lovely, thank you so much for sending this in!

i'll be completely honest and say i don't know a huge amount about scoliosis myself. however, one of my housemates has kyphosis, and from what i know there are some similarities, so i had a little bit of knowledge already. i also did some extra reading while writing this to try and make it as accurate and respectful as possible!

i really hope i've done the request justice, and i hope you enjoy <3

second nature

Joe Keery x scoliosis!reader

Summary: Over time, Joe learns every tiny adjustment your body requires, until caring for you stops feeling like caretaking and starts feeling like habit.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, minors DNI, no use of y/n, established relationship, fluff, scoliosis!reader, chronic pain, fatigue, bad pain day, back pain, emotional comfort, joe keery being annoyingly observant, domestic intimacy, caretaking, comfort fic (lmk if i missed anything)

W/C: 1.5k

Read more of my writing here: [masterlist]

The difficult thing about living with something every day is that eventually it stops feeling noteworthy.

Not because it hurts less, and not because it becomes easier, but simply because repetition has a way of disguising things. The first time something happens, people ask questions. The hundredth time, nobody does. Including you. Especially you.

After a while, discomfort becomes background noise. Pain becomes routine. Adjustments become automatic. You stop mentioning things not because they're insignificant, but because explaining them every time would be exhausting.

Which is why Joe doesn't learn about your scoliosis through some pre-planned conversation. He learns about it the way he learns most things about you. By paying attention.

this just came up on my fyp and feels so joe. could you write smth based on a monthly period crash out haha

oh this is SO joe

the thing that got me wasn't even what she was saying, it was the way her boyfriend was just holding her through the entire thing. not trying to fix it, not telling her to calm down, not looking annoyed or overwhelmed. just letting her have her little monthly existential crisis while making sure she had somewhere soft to fall apart.

thank you so much for sending this one in angel <3

same time next month

Joe Keery x reader

Summary: Every month, your hormones convince you your life is over. Every month, Joe lets you fall apart in his arms until you remember it isn't.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, minors DNI, no use of y/n, established relationship, period fic, menstrual cramps, hormones, emotional overwhelm, crying, pain, fluff, monthly period crash out, reader being dramatic and unfortunately correct, joe keery to the rescue, comfort fic (lmk if i missed anything)

W/C: 2k

Read more of my writing here: [masterlist]

The thing about Joe is that he has never seemed particularly interested in deciding whether a feeling is reasonable before responding to it.

This is, in your opinion, exponentially baffling.

Because if you tell most people that you're upset because your uterus feels like it's attempting to escape through brute force and determination, they'll either try to fix it or try to convince you it isn't that bad.

Joe does neither.

Joe simply accepts that if you're upset, then there is something worth being upset about.

The actual cause is almost secondary.

"Soft afternoon promises"

⋆⭒˚.⋆ Joe Keery x reader ⋆⭒˚.⋆

english is not my language please be kind and sorry if i wrote wrong :) requests are open if you want!

He looks like a baby in these pics BYE

summary: Shy and inexperienced, you nervously ask Joe if he’ll be your first

warnings: Fluff, romantic slow-burn, inexperienced/shy reader, talk of first time

The late afternoon light filtered through the half drawn curtains of Joe’s living room, painting everything in soft golds and warm ambers. You sat curled on the oversized couch, knees tucked to your chest, heart hammering so loudly you were sure he could hear it from the kitchen where he was pouring two glasses of iced tea. 

Joe Keery, the man you’d somehow ended up spending time with after a chance meeting at a mutual friend’s gathering weeks ago. He was even more charming in person than on screen, funny, attentive, and disarmingly kind.

You’d been seeing each other casually; coffee dates that stretched into long walks, movie nights that ended with his arm around your shoulders. Nothing rushed, nothing that crossed the invisible line you’d drawn for yourself out of nerves and inexperience but today felt different, the air between you hummed with quiet tension, the kind that had been building with every lingering touch and heated glance.

Joe returned, handing you the cool glass with that easy smile that made your stomach flip. His hair was a little messy, curls falling over his forehead, and he wore a simple gray t-shirt and black joggers that somehow made him look effortlessly perfect. He settled beside you, close enough that his thigh brushed yours.

“Thanks,” you murmured, taking a sip to steady yourself, your voice came out smaller than you intended.

He tilted his head, studying you with those warm brown eyes.

 “You okay? You’ve been quiet since we got back from the walk.”

You nodded too quickly, then shook your head. Heat crept up your neck. This was it. The moment you’d rehearsed in your head a hundred times but still felt terrifying.

 “Joe… can I tell you something?”

“Anything,” he said softly, setting his glass down and turning fully toward you, his hand rested lightly on your knee, thumb brushing in slow, soothing circles.

You swallowed hard, eyes fixed on the condensation dripping down your glass.

 “I’m… really inexperienced, like, more than you probably think. I’ve never… gone all the way with anyone.”

 The words tumbled out in a shy rush. 

You risked a glance at him. 

“And I was wondering… if you’d be my first. When the time is right… if you want to.”

Silence stretched for a heartbeat, then Joe’s hand stilled on your knee. He didn’t pull away. Instead, his expression softened into something so gentle it made your chest ache, surprise mixed with tenderness, no trace of judgment or pressure.

He reached up, cupping your cheek with warm fingers. 

“Hey,” he whispered, tilting your face so you met his eyes. “Thank you for trusting me with that, it means a lot.”

Your heart stuttered. “You’re not… weirded out?”

“God, no.” He leaned in, pressing a feather light kiss to your forehead. “I’d love to be that person for you. When you’re ready, really ready… but we’re not rushing anything today, okay? We’ve got all the time in the world.”

Relief washed over you, mingled with a flutter of warmth low in your belly. You nodded, leaning into his touch.

 “Okay.”

Joe smiled, slow and sweet, and drew you closer until you were nestled against his chest. His arms wrapped around you securely, one hand stroking up and down your back in long, calming sweeps. You could feel the steady beat of his heart under your cheek, solid and reassuring.

For a while, you simply stayed like that, breathing each other in. The distant hum of traffic outside, the faint scent of his cologne mixing with the lemony iced tea. Then he tilted your chin up again, eyes searching yours.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, voice low and warm.

“Yes,” you breathed.

He closed the distance slowly, giving you every chance to change your mind, his lips met yours, soft, tentative at first, a gentle press that made your eyelids flutter shut. There was no urgency, no demand. 

Just warmth and care.

 He tasted faintly of the iced tea, sweet and cool, and his mouth moved against yours with exquisite patience.

You sighed into the kiss, hands tentatively resting on his chest. Joe hummed approvingly, the vibration sending little sparks through you, he deepened it gradually, lips parting to let his tongue trace the seam of your mouth. When you opened for him, he explored with tender curiosity, coaxing rather than taking. Your fingers curled into his shirt as heat bloomed across your skin.

He pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, breathing softly.

 “You’re so sweet,” he murmured. “So perfect like this.”

A shy smile tugged at your lips. “I don’t really know what I’m doing.”

“You’re doing amazing,” he assured you, kissing the tip of your nose. “We’ll learn together. No pressure.”

Encouraged, you initiated the next kiss, pressing your mouth to his more confidently and Joe responded with a pleased sound, his hand sliding into your hair to cradle the back of your head. 

This kiss lingered longer, growing warmer, his lips were plush and responsive, moving in perfect sync with yours. When his tongue brushed yours again, a soft whimper escaped you, and he smiled against your mouth.

Time seemed to stretch and slow. You kissed for what felt like hours, soft, exploratory pecks that turned into languid, deep caresses. Joe’s hands stayed respectful: one in your hair, the other tracing innocent patterns along your arm, your waist, never venturing too far. Every touch felt reverent, like he was memorizing you.

At one point he shifted, pulling you gently into his lap so you straddled his thighs, your knees sank into the couch cushions on either side of him.

 The new position brought you chest to chest, faces level and you blushed furiously but didn’t pull away.

“Too much?” he checked, thumbs stroking your hips through your clothes.

“No,” you whispered. “I like it.”

“Good.”

 He kissed you again, slower this time, savoring, his mouth trailed from your lips to the corner of your mouth, then along your jaw. Each press was deliberate and light, leaving trails of warmth. When he reached the sensitive spot just below your ear, you shivered and tilted your head to give him better access. He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating pleasantly against your skin.

“You’re so responsive,” he praised between kisses. “It’s driving me crazy in the best way.”

You let out a breathy laugh, threading your fingers through his curls. They were softer than you imagined, thick and springy.

 “You’re really good at this.”

“Only because it’s you,” he replied honestly.

 He captured your lips once more, pouring affection into every movement, your bodies pressed closer, the heat between you building like a gentle fire.

The sun dipped lower, casting longer shadows across the room and you lost track of how many times you kissed..dozens, maybe hundreds. Short and playful, long and passionate, teasing nips and soothing licks. Joe never pushed. 

When your hands wandered under the hem of his shirt to feel the warm, smooth skin of his back, he simply sighed happily and held you tighter.

“You feel incredible,” he murmured against your neck, pressing a line of kisses there. Not sucking or marking, just adoring. “So soft and warm.”

You melted against him, the shyness easing with every reassurance. Your inexperience didn’t seem to matter; he made you feel desired exactly as you were, his hands roamed your back, slipping beneath your shirt to trace your spine with feather-light fingertips. Goosebumps rose in their wake.

At one point you grew bold enough to kiss along his jaw, feeling the faint stubble there. Joe groaned quietly, tilting his head back to give you room. The sound sent a thrill through you, knowing you could affect him like this.

“Keep going if you want,” he encouraged, voice husky but controlled. “Whatever feels good.”

You did, exploring his neck, his collarbone where the neckline of his shirt dipped. He tasted faintly salty and smelled like home.

 When your lips returned to his, the kiss was deeper, hungrier, but still wrapped in that unbreakable gentleness.

Hours passed in this haze of closeness. You talked between kisses.. he told you stories from the set that made you giggle, asked about your favorite books and dreams. Every word wove more intimacy between you.

“You’re safe with me,” he said at one point, holding your face in both hands. “We go at your pace.”

“I know,” you replied, heart full. “Thank you, Joe, for being so… you.”

He kissed you for that, long and sweet, until your lips felt deliciously swollen and your body hummed with warmth.

Eventually the light faded to twilight. You remained curled in his lap, head on his shoulder, his arms securely around you, his fingers combed through your hair in rhythmic strokes.

“Stay for dinner?” he asked softly. “We can order something and keep doing this… or just cuddle. No expectations.”

You smiled into his neck. “I’d like that… a lot.”

He pressed one final, lingering kiss to your temple.

 “Good, because I’m not ready to let you go yet.”

The afternoon had been everything you needed, a perfect beginning.

 Your first steps with Joe were soft and sweet, promising many more gentle afternoons ahead.

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Joe Keery x reader

Summary: Joe keeps trying to take proper photos of you, only to realise his favourite ones are always the moments you don't know he's watching.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, minors DNI, no use of y/n, established relationship, fluff, candid photographs, domestic intimacy, excessive yearning, Joe being hopelessly in love, reader is incapable of sitting still for more than 5 seconds, comfort fic (lmk if I missed anything)

W/C: 1.3k

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"Okay," he says patiently, camera already raised. "Just stay there."

You nod immediately.

Then bend down to pet somebody's dog walking past.

Joe lowers the camera before he's even had a chance to take the picture.

The dog owner looks delighted. The dog looks delighted. You look delighted.

Joe looks tired.

"That wasn't even ten seconds."

Here goes nothing.

Short but sweet, Joe loves you quietly on an icky mental health day.

First time writing in years, be gentle with me please. <3

Home grown, no AI.

𝘑𝘰𝘦 𝘒𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

WORD COUNT : 1.1K

Summary : Joe offers you a special and unique gift for your birthday, the kind that you’ll always remember.

Warnings : mention of sex (nothing explicit); no use of y/n; tooth rotting fluff; romantic; reader’s birthday; (tell me if i missed some) possible grammatical errors

Lillie talks : okay i thought about this because i saw a girl on tiktok who customized a vinyl for her boyfriend, and i thought that Joe would completely be the type to do this !! I really love this one, hope you’ll like it !! 💕

English is NOT my first language, sorry if i wrote wrong !! c:

This morning Joe had woke you up with small open-mouth kisses everywhere on your face and neck. A tray on which were toasted bread with jam, cut fruits, a cup of coffee and a flower for decoration, was placed on the bedside table. He’d whispered sweet nothings in your ear, his thumb brushing your cheek while you stirred and yawned from your sleep. The smell of the hot breakfast filled your nose, making your smile widen before Joe kisses your lips softly. You’d spend the entire morning in bed, Joe’s fingers brushed your skin sometimes while you ate the breakfast he’d prepared for you.

The day was surprisingly like all the other days, Joe left around 11am because he had some important things to do while you hung out with your best friends. Mid afternoon, Joe had texted you : ‘i’ll pick you up around 7. get ready. love you.’ You smiled widely in front of the text.

The birthday dinner had stretched late into the evening, filled with laughter and stolen glances. Joe’s hand finding yours every chance he got. By the time you stepped through the front door, your shoes were already kicked off and you quickly disappeared into your bedroom.

The city lights outside your apartment flickered over Joe’s skin, the noises of the city muffled by the windows. You were tangled under the sheets in the quiet of your bedroom. A sweet scent of sweat and sex lingering in the air from the previous rounds you had tonight.

You were curled against Joe’s chest, your cheek resting over his heartbeat while his fingers lazily traced patterns along your shoulder. Joe pressed a quick kiss into your hair, before whispering “Happy birthday baby”.

You smiled against his skin, “You said that a hundred times today.”

“I know.”

You laughed quietly before he tilt your chin to kiss you, slow and sweet. When you pulled apart, your head settled back against him, while he smiled softly.

Then suddenly, “Oh.” he said sitting up quickly, his eyes widening a little.

“Oh ?” You blinked.

“Oh my god.” He said quietly before getting up, reaching for the closet.

“What ?”

“I forgot your gift.”

Your brows frowned as you sat up, “What do you mean ? You offered me a beautiful necklace.”

“Yeah. But that was just a plus.” He said as he pulled out a square package wrapped in simple brown paper, with handwritten words ‘happy birthday’ in a fancy police.

You finally sat up fully, covering your naked body with the covers. Joe finally came back to the bed, handing you the package.

“Joe.”

“Open it.”

Your heart was already racing. He’d already offered you a necklace you mentioned months ago but were too expensive to buy, a flower bouquet and the way he ate you out earlier was clearly gifted.

You carefully peeled away the paper. Then froze. It was a vinyl record, a custom one. You stared at it for a moment, your chest tightening immediately when you saw the cover. Your favorite photo booth picture, from years ago, the one of the night he told you that he loved you. You laughing and covering your mouth, eyes closed, while Joe looked at you instead of the camera, a huge smile on his lips.

“Joe..”

“Turn it around.”

On the back was a sticky little pink paper, on which he had written : “here are my favorite love song i wrote about you, since we’re together, that you never heard about and which were too personal to be released.”

He studied your reaction. Your eyes softened, as you read the text, your vision getting slightly blurry. You lift your head slightly, meeting his gaze again, “You’re gonna make me cry.”

When you took off the note, you started at the track list, hands trembling already. 10 songs in total. 10 songs about you, about the love he has for you. Every title felt personal.

“Adam helped me to record them.”

You laughed quietly, “He knows about this ?”

“He suffered through months of me obsessing over it.”

“Oh my god..”

“He told me that I was way too romantic.”

“He’s not wrong.” You smiled.

Then suddenly, you stood up, pulling one of Joe’s shirt over your head, before heading to the living room where the record player was.

Joe watched you moving around in the apartment. Messy hair from the action, his shirt oversized for her, a spark in her eyes and a birthday glow still lingering on her face. The first song began. An acoustic song.

Joe suddenly appeared in the room, settled behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist. Then the lyrics started. A few important memories puts in lovely lyrics. The first time he saw you. The first road trip you took. The way you stole his clothes. The way you laugh louder than everyone. Tiny moments that meant more than just that.

By the third song, you felt tears forming in your eyes. By the fifth, you were wiping your face. Joe noticed immediately, of course.

“Hey, hey.” He shifted, turning you around to face him. His thumb brushing your cheek to wipe the tears away.

“No, keep listening.” You said between two sigh, turning back to the record.

“You’re crying.”

You shook your head, “I’m listening.” He kissed your temple softly as you leaned back against him.

The last song started. The softest on the record. Just joe’s voice and a guitar, nothing else. It somehow made it worse. The tears that stopped falling began to fall again. It sounded so honest. So vulnerable. He wasn’t singing for anyone else in the world, just you. His hand found your face, brushing the tears away from your cheeks.

When it ended, silence filled the room. The record spun quietly. You stared at the cover in front of you. At that sweet picture that hold a lot of memories. At him.

Joe rested his chin on your shoulder, his grip tightening, “What do you think ?”

You swallowed hardly, then laughed through your tears, “I think you’re ridiculous.”

He smiled, “Good.”

“And completely in love with me.”

He slowly turned you around, his grip firm on your hips, “Yeah.”

For a moment neither of them spoke. You simply looked at him. His messy curls falling on his forehead. His sleepy eyes. The two tiny moles on his left cheek. The tiny smile he always wore every time he’s around you.

Suddenly you felt it. A realization that you loved him more than you thought. So much it almost hurt. Being love by Joe was something special, something different from any other relationship.

You reached up and cupped his face, he immediately leaned into your touch.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

You finally kissed him, slow and tender. When you pulled apart, your forehead rested against his.

“I love you.” You whispered.

Joe smiled instantly, “I love you too.”

You glanced back to the vinyl again. The best gift you’d ever received. Joe pulled you back against his chest, wrapping both of his arms round you. You couldn’t imagine wanting anything more than this.

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Flashing Lights

Pairing: Joe Keery x Reader

Summary: They don't call him Joe 'Keeps making jokes' Keery for nothing

The moment you stepped out of the car, you felt the noise hit you all at once.

It was louder than you expected. Cameras clicking, people shouting names, flashes lighting up the carpet so quickly that you barely had time to blink between them. You had been fine on the drive over, or at least you had convinced yourself you were fine, sitting beside Joe with your hand tucked into his and your knee bouncing beneath the hem of your outfit.

Now, standing in front of a wall of photographers with dozens of people calling for you both to look their way, you could feel your confidence slipping.

Joe noticed immediately.

𝘑𝘰𝘦 𝘒𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Request : here

WORD COUNT : 1.2K

Summary : After giving birth, there was only two things that you missed. Sex and feeling pretty. And you’re husband makes sure that you feel both again.

Warnings : explicit sexual content; 18+; SMUT; fingering; post-partum sex; unprotected p in v (stay safe guys); kinda insecure feeling; no use of y/n; established relationship; gentle sex; FLUFF; joe!daddy; (tell me if i missed some); possible grammatical errors.

Lillie Talks : THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST !! I loved writing this and i think that i did great. Tell me what you think of it 💕

English is NOT my first language, sorry if i wrote wrong !! c: Request are open

Four months ago, you gave birth to your beautiful baby daughter. Everything was perfect. Your baby was healthy and you had a perfect relationship with your husband, Joe. Except that you missed something.. sex.

Joe hadn’t touched you for several months, he was scared that you’ll be too sensitive and he thought that it was probably the last thing you needed. He was worried that you’ll be too overwhelmed by taking care of the baby and of yourself. So he made his best.

He put the baby to sleep, woke up when she needed something in the middle of the night, reassured her every time she cried and reminded you how beautiful you look after you told him how you feel ugly. Everyday, Joe tries to come back home earlier than before. He loved taking care of both of you.

That one night, Joe had come home around 7pm. He’d kissed you deeply, a huge smile on his face, before taking your girl to the bath like he did every nights. Around 8pm, he puts her to sleep and come back to you.

Usually he would find you in bed already falling asleep. But tonight you wanted something else, you wanted your husband to find you sexy again. So you took a shower, using the vanilla soap that he loved. You moisturized your entire body with an expensive cream and put on one of your old lingerie set from your honeymoon. Then you put on a silk and lace tank top with a short shorts, hair still styled from the day, and got comfortable in your bed.

The moon light filtered through the curtains of the bedroom, your skin lightened by the soft light on your bedside table.

When Joe opened the door he found you, like always, under the sheets but this time you were waiting for him.

“Oh, I thought that you were sleeping.” He said quietly, gently closing the door behind him.

“No, I was waiting for you.” You answered with a small grin. He lied down next to you, his arms wrapping automatically around your waist, pulling you closer to him. The scent of your skin quickly made it’s way to Joe’s nose and his brows frowned slightly.

“You smell good, baby.” He said tucking his face into your neck. Your smile grew further when his hand slide under the sheets to rest on your stomach. The silk was soft under his skin, he slowly lift his head up. “You’re wearing silk ?”

“Yeah, why ?” He slowly removed the blanket from your body, his eyes widening as he saw the clothes you were wearing. His gaze moved back to yours, small smile on his lips.

“I wanted to be pretty for you.”

His eyes softened, “Oh my love, you’re always pretty, i always think that you’re pretty.” He said, voice soft, his hand finding your cheek. Your smile grew, a soft breath escaping your lips.

“You know.. I miss your touch.”

His brows frowned again, “What do you mean ?”

“I miss when we had sex..” You bit your lips.

“Oh, you miss that touch.” He said, his smile widening, teasingly. His hand slid under your top, holding your waist firmly. “I don’t want to rush you.”

“But I need you now-” His lips found yours, cutting your words. His tongue tasted you like he hadn’t done in so long. He quickly climbed over you, his forearms settling on both sides of your head. Your noses bumping into each other’s. Hands sliding to grip your ass gently. He pressed your body against his so close you could already feel a tent forming in his pants.

Then he slowly took your top off, exposing your laced bra. He stopped, admiring your chest, “Hey, I know this one.” He said smiling, remembering the night of your wedding.

“You still like it ?”

“Of course I like it. I love it.” He said before closing his lips around yours again. Kissing you hard and messy. You moaned lightly into his mouth. His bulge now pressed on your lower stomach.

“I want you to tell me if you’re uncomfortable.” He whispered.

“I’ll tell you.” You answered before pressing your lips on his again.

His right hand slid into your pants, fingers slowly brushing against your already wet thong. After teasing you for a moment, he finally took your shorts and panties off, fingers now moving between your folds.

“You’re so wet, my love.” He whispered, fingers rubbing circles on your clit. Your hips rocked against the movement of his fingers. His mouth found to the crook of your neck, his hands explored your body, like he did a hundred times before.

His other hand found the straps of your bra, unbuckling it and letting your swollen breasts sprang free in front of him. Little moans escaped your lips as he pushed two fingers inside you.

Your breath fastened from his touch. His thumb drawing circles on your clit while he fucked you with his other fingers. Louder moans escaped your lips, chest rising up and down faster.

When he pulled back, both of you breathing heavily, foreheads resting against each other’s. His hands left your body for a second. He quickly took off his pants and boxers, the thick head of his cock leaking pre-cum. You felt him hot and hard on your thigh, but his hands quickly grabbed himself, dragging the tip of his cock to your entrance.

“You’re sure you want to do this ?” He asked quietly, searching your face. You slowly nodded, a moan leaving your lips when he slightly moved his dick between your folds.

Then he finally pushed in carefully and slowly. Even after all these years, he always made sure that you had the time to adjust to his size. Letting you feel every inch. A soft moan left your mouth, his forehead resting against yours.

“Is that okay ?”

“Yea..” You nodded and smiled. His hands held your head. Then he started to roll his hips against yours, making you both moans. One of his hand found your breast, thumb teasing your nipple.

“Fuck.. you feel so good, baby.” He whimpered while thrusting into you.

Then he started to move faster, but still gently. Making sure that this was okay. That this wasn’t too much for you.

“You’re so beautiful..” He whispered in your ear, reassuring you.

“Oh fuck, Joe-” You whimpered. Your hips were whining, while your hand found your clit. Teasing yourself while he thrust deeper inside of you.

You both were moaning loud now. Completely lost in the feeling. You could feel your walls clenching around his length, while he drove you over the edge. The sound of your skin slapping mixed with your moans and the wet sound of your pussy. Joe groans sent you over the edge.

And within minutes you were falling apart around him. You cried out, moaning his name as your orgasms hit at the same time, milking his cock and painting your inside walls.

He sank down on your chest, head finding your neck again, kissing it softly. While his dick softened inside you.

“Are you okay ?” He asked, murmuring into your ear. You slowly nodded, a huge smile on your lips. His head lift up, his eyes meeting yours, “You liked it ?”

“Yeah.. I missed it.”

“Me too.” He said before kissing you deeply and more passionately. His hand found your hair, stroking them softly.

“I love you so much, baby.” He whispered between your lips.

“I love you so much too.”

For the first time in a while, you felt pretty and wanted. And just like that Joe fell asleep in your arms, head tucked in your neck.

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"Lazy morning"

⭒˚.⋆ Joe Keery x reader ⋆⭒˚.⋆

english is not my language please be kind and sorry if i wrote wrong :) requests are open if you want!

Summary: in the morning you and Joe spend a lazy day in bed indulging in slow intimate sex

Warnings: smut, 18+, explicit sex, creampies, fluff

The morning light filtered softly through the half-drawn curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the bedroom. Dust motes danced lazily in the air, and the world outside seemed hushed, as if it too was reluctant to fully wake.

 You stirred first, nestled against Joe’s chest, your legs tangled with his under the heavy duvet, his arm was draped possessively around your waist, his breath slow and even against the top of your head. 

He smelled like home, faint traces of his cologne from yesterday mixed with the clean, warm scent of sleep.

You smiled into his skin, pressing a gentle kiss to his collarbone. Joe hummed softly, not quite awake, but his body responded instinctively, pulling you closer, his hand slid up your back in slow circles, fingertips tracing the line of your spine beneath the oversized t-shirt you’d stolen from him the night before.

“Morning,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep, deep and velvety.

“Morning,” you whispered back, tilting your head to look at him.

 His eyes were still half-closed, lashes casting shadows on his cheeks, hair tousled in that effortlessly sexy way.

 God, you loved him like this, soft and unguarded, all yours.

He leaned down and captured your lips in a slow, lingering kiss.

 No rush, just warmth and affection, his mouth moving gently against yours. 

You melted into it, one hand coming up to cup his jaw, thumb brushing over the light stubble there. The kiss deepened gradually, tongues brushing in lazy exploration, tasting the remnants of last night’s shared wine and the sweetness of morning.

Joe’s hand wandered lower, slipping under the hem of your shirt to rest on the bare curve of your hip. He squeezed gently, pulling you flush against him, you could feel him already half-hard against your thigh, the evidence of his growing arousal warm and solid through his boxers.

“Mmm,” he sighed against your mouth. “You feel so good.”

You smiled, nuzzling into his neck. “So do you. Don’t want to get up yet.”

“Me neither.” His voice was a low rumble. “Let’s stay here all day.”

His fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin, dipping under the waistband of your panties but not pushing further. 

Just teasing, savoring. 

You shivered pleasantly, pressing closer, your breasts brushing against his chest through the thin fabric. The sensation made your nipples tighten, and Joe noticed immediately, he shifted, rolling slightly so you were half beneath him, his weight comforting rather than overwhelming.

He kissed you again, slower this time, pouring love into every brush of lips.

 “I love you,” he whispered between kisses. “Love waking up with you like this.”

“I love you too,” you breathed, your hands roaming over his back, feeling the smooth muscles shift under your palms.

 You trailed your fingers down to the dip at the base of his spine, then lower, slipping beneath his boxers to cup his firm ass and he groaned softly into your mouth, hips rocking forward instinctively.

The movement pressed his now fully hard cock against your core, separated only by thin layers of fabric.

 Heat pooled low in your belly, a slow, delicious ache building but there was no frantic urgency, just a deep, lazy wanting.

Joe pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark with desire but soft with adoration. “Can I touch you?” he asked, always so considerate, even after years together.

“Yes,” you nodded, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Please.”

His hand slid between your bodies, fingertips skimming over your stomach before dipping into your panties. 

He found you already wet, slick with arousal from the gentle build-up. A low, appreciative sound escaped him as he circled your clit with one finger, feather-light.

“So ready for me,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. “My beautiful girl.”

You gasped softly as he continued those slow, lazy strokes, building pleasure without haste. Your hips tilted up to meet his touch, but you kept the rhythm unhurried, matching the sleepy morning haze. Joe kissed along your jaw, down your neck, sucking gently at the sensitive spot just below your ear that always made you shiver.

He slipped one finger inside you, then two, curling them against that spot that made stars bloom behind your eyelids, his thumb kept up the gentle pressure on your clit. 

You moaned his name quietly, fingers threading through his hair.

“That’s it,” he encouraged softly. “Let me make you feel good.”

The orgasm built like a warm tide, rising slowly, inevitably. When it washed over you, it was gentle but intense, waves of pleasure rolling through your body as you clenched around his fingers. Joe held you through it, whispering sweet nothings, how much he loved you, how perfect you were, how he could do this forever.

You came down slowly, breathing heavy but content, pulling him into a deep kiss, your hand moved between you, palming his erection through his boxers. He was rock hard, the fabric damp where he’d leaked pre-cum. 

You stroked him slowly, savoring the way he throbbed in your grip.

“Want you,” you whispered against his lips.

Joe nodded, helping you push his boxers down, his cock sprang free, thick and flushed, the head glistening.

 You wrapped your hand around him, stroking from base to tip in long, lazy pulls and he groaned, forehead resting against yours.

“Condom?” he asked, even though you were on the pill and had been exclusive for years. He always checked.

You shook your head. “Just you, want to feel all of you.”

He kissed you deeply, then helped slide your panties off. 

Skin to skin now, he settled between your thighs, his weight braced on his elbows, the tip of his cock nudged at your entrance, sliding through your wetness, he rocked against you a few times, coating himself, teasing both of you.

Then, with exquisite slowness, he pushed inside.

The stretch was perfect, connecting you completely. 

You both moaned into each other’s mouths as he bottomed out, hips flush. For a long moment, you just stayed like that, joined, breathing together, eyes locked.

“I love being inside you,” Joe whispered, voice thick with emotion. “Feels like coming home.”

You cupped his face, kissing him tenderly as he began to move. 

Slow, deep thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, grinding gently at the end of each stroke so his pelvis rubbed against your clit.

 It was lazy morning sex at its finest: unhurried, sensual, filled with love.

Your hands explored him freely, running through his hair, down his back, gripping his ass to pull him deeper. His mouth never left you for long, kissing your lips, your neck, your shoulders, wherever he could reach. Soft praises fell from his lips between breaths: “So tight… so wet for me… love you so much… you’re everything.”

The pleasure built gradually, like honey dripping, each thrust dragged against your sensitive walls, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over. 

Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his lower back, urging him on without rushing.

Joe’s pace remained steady, deep and loving. 

Sweat began to sheen on his skin, mixing with yours where your bodies pressed together. The room filled with the quiet sounds of sex: soft moans, the gentle slap of skin, whispered names.

You rolled your hips up to meet him, changing the angle slightly, the new sensation made you both gasp and Joe buried his face in your neck, sucking lightly as he thrust a little harder, still controlled, still gentle.

“Close?” he asked, voice strained but warm.

“Getting there,” you breathed. “Don’t stop.”

He didn’t, he reached between you, thumb finding your clit again, circling in time with his thrusts. The dual stimulation pushed you higher, the coil in your belly tightening slowly, deliciously.

When you came the second time, it was deeper, more powerful.

 Your walls fluttered and clenched around him, drawing a guttural groan from his throat, Joe kept moving through it, prolonging your pleasure, kissing you through the waves.

“I’m close too,” he panted against your mouth. “Where do you want me?”

“Inside,” you whispered, holding him tight. “Fill me up, Joe. Want to feel you come.”

That was all it took, a few more deep, loving thrusts and he spilled inside you with a long, low moan of your name. 

You felt every pulse, every warm spurt, his cock throbbing as he emptied himself, his hips stuttered, then pressed deep, grinding as he rode out the aftershocks.

You held him close as he collapsed gently on top of you, careful not to crush you, his weight was comforting, his breath hot against your neck.

 For several long minutes, neither of you moved, just basking in the afterglow, hearts slowing together.

Eventually, Joe lifted his head, smiling down at you with that boyish, lovesick grin that always melted you, he brushed damp hair from your forehead and kissed you softly.

“Best way to wake up,” he murmured.

You laughed quietly, tracing his jaw. “Agreed, though now I might need a nap.”

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest into yours. “We can do that or round two after coffee. Your choice.”

“Both,” you decided, pulling him back down for another lazy kiss.

He stayed inside you for a while longer, softening gradually, neither of you in any hurry to separate. 

His hands stroked your sides, your thighs, every touch affectionate and reverent and you talked in low voices, about nothing and everything. Plans for the day (mostly staying in bed), how much you loved each other, silly memories from the week before.

Eventually, he pulled out carefully, a soft trickle of his release following. Joe reached for a warm cloth from the bedside table, cleaning you both gently, then he pulled you back into his arms, spooning you from behind this time, his chest to your back, one arm wrapped around you, hand resting possessively over your heart.

The sun climbed higher, but the morning remained lazy. 

You dozed lightly, waking occasionally to his kisses on your shoulder, his fingers tracing lazy hearts on your skin.

 When desire stirred again, it was the same slow burn.

This time you turned to face him, pushing him onto his back and straddling his hips. Joe’s hands settled on your waist, eyes full of wonder as you sank down onto him again, you rode him slowly, grinding in circles, hands braced on his chest and he watched you with pure adoration, thumbs brushing your nipples through your shirt before pulling it off so he could touch skin to skin.

“Beautiful,” he breathed, sitting up to kiss your breasts, sucking gently on one nipple while his hands guided your hips.

 “Ride me just like that. Take what you need.”

You did, moving in that same unhurried rhythm. 

The angle let him hit even deeper, and the intimacy of face-to-face made it even more loving. You kissed constantly, messy, open-mouthed kisses filled with moans and whispers of forever.

When you came again, you cried out softly into his mouth, body trembling and he followed soon after, holding you tight as he filled you once more.

Afterward, you collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, laughing breathlessly at how perfectly content you both felt. 

The sheets were warm and rumpled, the room smelling of sex and love and morning light.

Joe’s hands never strayed far from your body, always caressing, always reminding you how cherished you were. Between words, more kisses, more slow caresses that inevitably led to him sliding into you again from behind while spooning, or you taking him in your mouth for long, lazy minutes while he stroked your hair and praised you.

By the time the clock showed noon, you’d lost count of how many times you’d come together. Your bodies were sated, pleasantly sore in the best way, skin marked with faint love bites and fingerprints. Joe pulled the duvet over you both, holding you against his chest.

“I could spend every morning like this,” he said, voice soft with contentment.

“Every morning,” you agreed, pressing a kiss over his heart.

The world outside could wait. 

Today was for lazy touches, loving words, and the kind of slow, intimate sex that reminded you why you’d chosen each other, again and again.

Hug Please

A/n : Hi! thank you so much fro the req! I will do the checking if he grunts when picking you up later td!

summary : Joe keery is obsessed with his wife and everyone knows it and when you find a tiktok trend “asking my bf for hugs for no reason” you think it is the perfect one for you.

Warnings : None just absolute tooth rotting fluff 

the studio was cold, leather seat hugging you tightly as you sat outside the recording booth watching the window as the wind blows through and hits your face gently.

Spring time was your favourite, always has been but it was also the time when your husband tends to write and record. So you would often follow him to the studio and sit on your phone or draw while he did his thing.

Everyone in the studio had become used to you being there along with how obsessed Joe was with you. Constantly introducing you as his wife like the word was candy on his tongue. But still, nobody had a problem with it truthfully they thought it was sweet you were both so in love. 

Joe was finishing up a song when you came across a video on tiktok that made you smile, cheeks warm and a small giggle building in your chest at the couple in the video were so adorable together.

The girl in the video kept going up to her boyfriend randomly throughout the day asking for hugs with no reasoning to see if he would get annoyed or how he might react. 

Each time she did he would immediately hug her and smile while doing so, not even realising what she has doing at the beginning. And that video made you crave a hug with your own husband.

Maybe posting to this trend would be fun, who knows how quickly Joe would catch on?

as Joe finishes the take you set your phone down in a corner of the studio, hiding it slightly behind the plants before pressing record. Your eyes skimmed over the booth the ensure nobody saw what you were doing.

The sound of the booth door opening makes you turn your head around to see Joe stepping out, smiling when he sees you. 

without saying anything you walk up to him and stick out your arms, he doesn’t pause for a moment just grabs you and pulls you in. His arms wrapping around your waist as you wrap yours around his neck, pressing your face to his chest he kissed the top of your head gently before letting go. 

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The second time you do this he has just finished talking to his producer, standing by the table hand propped up on it to support his weight as he leans. His producer is adjusting some of the EQ as you approach him.

walking closer you stand right next to him placing your head on his shoulder, once again he barely blinks. Wrapping his arms around you and leaning his head on yours.

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20 minutes later your leaving the studio when you stop by some cafe, walking over to grab a table you place your bag down by a window seat before walking back up to Joe who was ordering you both a coffee. Your phone was inside your bag, only the camera sticking out at you walk up to him.

“hug please” 

Joe smiles at you and pulls you in tight pressing a kiss to your temple as he continues ordering, never letting go and you press your check into his chest. 

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The day is almost over and he still hasn’t reacted or gotten suspicious once. So you needed to make it slightly more obvious. Joe was in the kitchen grabbing a snack while you sat in the bedroom. 

Covers cold against your skin you propped up your phone one last time before calling him over just for a hug.

“Baby! I want a hug please”

As soon as you say it you hear Joe walking towards you, the sound of the door opening before you see him walk in. He’s smiling, looking at you with nothing but love before he sits down next to you and pulls you towards him.

“what’s with all the hugs hm?” 

You look up at him and smile gently while shrugging, you needed to see where this would go next before revealing your phone.

“you okay baby?” 

He looks so concerned as you aren’t speaking just sitting there in his arms but before you can help it you start laughing, pressing your face into his chest.

“what-“

“I’ve been hugging you randomly all day! why did it take you this long!” 

“oh uhm well I liked it? I mean i’m not going to say no to hugging my gorgeous wife.”

this just makes you laugh harder as you move to grab your phone but Joe pulls you back down to him, hands wrapping around your waist as he pulls you back to his chest refusing to let go.

“hey! don’t stop” 

you giggle as you stop the video and press post.

Comments:

“HE DIDNT EVEN NOTICE”

“keeper”

Summary: You and Joe have made it official and Joe soft launches the relationship during an interview.

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