#djoaholic

⋆✴︎˚you’re in bed, reading a book while enjoying the sun on your skin that is pouring through your windows when you hear two knocks on your window. you sit up in bed, heart already racing, because you know that sound. jj only knocks like that when something is wrong. you rush to the window and pull it open.

“jj?”

he’s standing there on the roof, swaying slightly, face bruised and bloody. one eye swollen, lip split, nose still bleeding. he tries to smile.

“hey, baby,” he whispers, voice hoarse. “can i— can i come in?”

“oh my god, jj,” you breathe, grabbing his arms and pulling him inside. “yes, of course. come here, come here.”

the moment he’s in your room, he stumbles, and you catch him by the shoulders.

“i’m fine,” he mutters.

“no you’re not.”

you guide him to the bathroom, flicking on the light. he flinches at the brightness.

“was it your dad again?” you say looking into his eyes as he looks away. you hum in response leaving a soft kiss to his head.

you pat the counter and tell him to sit as you grab a washcloth, warm water and peroxide.

“you don’t have to—” he starts.

“yes i do,” you say, voice firm. “let me take care of you.”

you step between his swaying legs, gently tilting his chin up a little.

“this is gonna sting baby,” you whisper.

he swallows and nods, putting his hands on your hips.the moment the warm cloth touches his cheek, he winces, sucking in a sharp breath and squeezes your hips.

“sorry…” he murmurs.

“shhh it’s okay.”

you continue to clean his cuts as you whisper sweet things to him.

“you’re doing so good.”

“i love you.”

“you’re safe with me.”

“i’ve got you.”

jj’s breathing gets uneven.

“hey,” you say softly, brushing his hair back. “look at me.”

his eyes are full of tears.

“i’m sorry,” he whispers.

“for what?”

“for showing up like this. for being a mess. for— for being needy.”

“jay jay.” you say softly, cupping his face gently. “you can always need me. i’ll always be here for you.”

his shoulders shake first. then his breath stutters. he folds forward, burying his face in your chest, arms wrapping around your waist.

“i’m sorry,” he chokes. “i’m so fucking sorry.”

“shh,” you whisper, holding him tight. “you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“he— he just—” jj’s voice breaks. “i didn’t even say anything this time. he just—”

you press a kiss to the top of his head.

“you’re safe,” you whisper. “you’re safe with me.”

he sobs harder, fingers gripping your shirt.

“don’t let go,” he begs.

“i won’t,” you promise. “never.”

you guide him off the counter and onto the bathroom floor, sitting with your back against the wall, pulling him into your lap. he curls into you, shaking, crying into your chest while you stroke his hair and kiss his forehead, his temple, his bruised cheek.

“you didn’t deserve this,” you whisper. “none of it. not ever.”

jj sniffles, voice small. “it hurts.”

“i know, baby,” you murmur, kissing his swollen eye. “i know.”

“can i stay?” he whispers. “just for tonight?”

“rather you stay forever.” you say with a little smile.

he lets out a broken laugh, then hides his face again. you hold him until his breathing slows, until the shaking stops, until he melts against you completely.

“you’re too good to me,” he whispers.

“you deserve good,” you say simply.

he leans his forehead against yours.

“i love you,” he says, voice raw. “i don’t— i don’t know how to say it right, but i do. i love you baby, so much it scares me.”

you lean in and kiss him gently.

“i love you too.”

he exhales shakily.

“let’s go lay in bed yeah?”

he nods.

you help him up, guide him back to your room, and tuck him under your blankets. he pulls you in beside him immediately, arms around your waist, face pressed into your neck.

and you stay awake long after he falls asleep, running your fingers through his hair, watching his chest rise and fall, promising yourself you’ll protect him the way he’s always protected everyone else.

age gap , influencer reader x joe keery

— just reader following tiktok trends and doing little pranks on her boyfriend !!

warnings- just fluff i believe

Sighing louder and louder until my boyfriend notices

it was a summer night, too hot to cuddle so you and joe were lying in bed, backs facing eachother. you weren’t completely sure if he was awake or not but you wanted to try something anyway. you lay on your side, phone camera facing you but also got a glimpse of him over your shoulder.

the first sigh is quiet. no movement from him, nothing.

A few seconds later you sigh again, a little louder. you watch the screen as his head lifts slightly, seeing his brown-blonde hair wiggle slightly. he waits a moment to see if you say anything but when you don’t, his head falls back onto the pillow.

you try not to laugh before you sigh again, louder.

he remains on his side but speaks up this time. "babe… you okay?"

"yeah.." you answer.

"are you sure?" he asks again.

"mhm.."

joe lets out a small sigh of his own. and then you do it again, even louder. he turns around onto his side to face you and press up against your back, luckily not seeing your phone. the camera catches the top of his head as he leans forward to place a kiss to the side of your neck.

"why d'you keep doing that honey? something wrong?" he mumbles against your skin, placing another kiss.

"doing what? nothings wrong.." you answer simply, trying your best to keep the smile off your face.

"mm.. okay.." he hums into your neck. "go to sleep.. s'late.."

it’s silent for a moment before you let out a dramatic sounding sigh. "baby.." his head lifts up as he stares at you, only seeing the side of your face. his eyebrows furrow slightly when he sees your smile. he follows your gaze and sees himself on the camera. hair messy, tired eyes.

"jesus christ.." joe mutters, eyes shutting as he digs his face back into your neck. "actually had me thinking something was wrong.."

"joe. really? five sighs? five until you notice?" you say, fake serious.

"hey. i noticed the first time." he lifts his head to look at you. "turn the damn phone off.." he adds which makes you chuckle, "my bad.."

Seeing if my boyfriend melts into the kiss

the phone is placed against the tv screen as you start to record, the music being the only sound in the room except for the sound of joes phone. you quickly walk over to him, grab and toss his phone onto the couch, and take his hand in yours as you pull him up to stand.

"wh..what’re you doing?" he asks, looking at the phone recording them both and then looking back down at you.

you don’t respond, instead grabbing both of his arms and putting them up to either side. he keeps his arms limp and they fall, "babe?"

"keep em up."

his eyebrows furrow in confusion as his arms raise to put himself in a T pose. joe looks down at you, seeing that cheeky smile on your face.

after a second, your hands slide up his chest and to either side of his neck. you go onto your tiptoes as you pull him down slightly to meet you halfway, lips connecting.

you expect his arms to fall right away, but they don’t, so start to kiss him a little deeper. he hums softly against your mouth, eyes shut, tongue slipping past your lips, but his arms stay up and out. the video however, does catch his arms lowering slightly a couple times as if he wanted to wrap his arms around you but forced them back up to follow your instruction.

after a few more seconds, you pull back with a chuckle, "why didn’t you hug me?"

"what? you told me to keep my arms up.." there’s a small smile on his face as his hands fall to your hips.

your hands were still on his neck and jaw as you spoke again. "but you’re supposed to melt into the kiss.."

"oh… do it again. i’ll do it right." he leans down to kiss the corner of your mouth.

you laugh softly, "nope. it doesn’t count. you just wanna kiss me."

"well duh. do it again."

"no, joey. you failed the test."

Are you ready to apologise?

joe was sitting in the living room, shirt off, and only wearing pair of shorts and long silly-looking socks. you could hear from the laundry room as he sang along and played a tune on his guitar.

you recognised it. you’d heard it a lot the past few days, maybe a new song he’d been writing.

you were on tiktok, saw a video and decided you had to try it on joe, so you walk into the living room. luckily, he had been too concentrated on his fingers moving over the guitar that he didn’t see you prop the phone up before you walk over to him.

"joey."

"yeah honey?" he looks up from his guitar, his fingers slowing slightly as he waited for you to speak.

"are you ready to apologise to me yet?" your arms cross over your middle, looking down at him on the couch.

he froze. confused on whatever the hell you were talking about. "wh.. what? what for, babe?" his voice was soft, dark eyes wide with concern and confusion.

you sigh, "wow.. so you don’t even know?" it actually hurt you, saying these things and seeing the soft look on his face. but you knew he wouldn’t be mad at you so you kept it up.

"n—no.. i.. i don’t know what you’re talking about babe.." the guitar is put on the couch beside him as he pushes himself onto his feet, hands resting on your shoulders. "but.. but whatever it is.. i’m sorry.. are you okay?"

you smile slightly at his words. "you are?"

his eyebrows furrow slightly as your expression change so quickly, "y..yeah?"

"joey. you passed." you grin as you lean up and give him a quick peck on the lips.

joe doesn’t move, just looks down at you with confusion. "what? what do you mean i passed?"

you chuckle, "don’t worry about it.. you passed."

you let’s put a small huff of laughter too, "is this another one of your tiktoks? god, you’re so annoying…" he groans softly.

"wow. okay, now you’ve failed."

Can you leave while i change?

you put the phone down on your desk and announce that you were doing a try on haul for a vacation coming up. joe was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his hands as he watched you.

you were already wearing the first outfit, a purple sundress with white scattered flower patterns over it.

"that looks.. wow.. you look beautiful."

a light blush peers on your face at the words you hear oh so often.. "thanks baby.. can you leave while i change?"

joe lets out a small huff of laughter, but the smile quickly fading from his lips when he looks up at you and sees that you weren’t kidding. "umm… what?"

you furrow your eyebrows in pretend confusion, "what? can you leave please? i’ll only be two minutes."

"oh, so i have to leave but the phone is still recording you?" his hand motions towards the phone still recording you both.

you chuckle at his sass. "no, silly.. i’m turning it off. now.. go, please." you shoo your hands at him.

he scoffs as he stands up, "you’re actually asking me to leave? why?"

"umm.. maybe because i’m gonna take my clothes off?"

he sits back on the bed, looking up at you. "yeah, and..? i think you forget that i’ve seen you naked a million times.."

"joeyy.." you whine, "you have to leave so i can change."

he lets out a small defeated sigh as he stands up again, "wow.. okay.. yeah, m'going.."

you wait till he gets to the door before letting out a laugh, half amusement and half pity. "nonono baby i’m kidding.."

he turns back around and stares down at you for a moment. "nope. you clearly don’t want me to see you.." he says with fake annoyance before continuing. "sooo.. guess you can get yourself off tonigh—"

"joe!! it’s still recording!" you laugh.

"then cut it out.." he still keeps up the annoyed bravado.

"nah.."

the viewers of that tiktok went absolutely nuts in the comments. most of them being jealous and obsessive. you didn’t care though.

and by the way, he got you off.

i couldn’t think of any other trends to do so if there’s more you wanna see then lmk !!😉

I love that fic so badd

hii, ty for the request! i saw someone else ask for the current boyfriend trend so im including that too. also some requests for another tiktok one in general so i hope this is okayy!

Tiktok Trends part two

! age gap , influencer reader x joe !

fluffy ofc

wiping my boyfriends kisses

you had just gotten ready for date night, a beautiful dress, tight most of the way, loose at the bottom. you had the phone set up as you spoke to it, basically doing a fit check.

once you start recording, joe comes from behind, leans around you and places a kiss to your cheek. you hadn’t done your makeup yet so he knew it was okay and you wouldn’t get mad. that was until he sees your finger brush over the area he kissed you. his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly but he doesn’t say anything. you show off your outfit then get joe to do his.

afterwards, he leans down to kiss you again. you kiss him back but when you turn to the camera, it’s brushed off again. he sees it in the camera,

"why're you doing that?"

you turn around to him, eyebrows furrowed in fake confusion. "doing what?"

"nothing.. nevermind.." he sighs. he lets you continue to talk about about your jewellery or the plans for tonight, he wasn’t really listening. instead, planning something. he moves to stand a little more in front of you as he cups your face and kisses your forehead. you hold back a smile and try to subtly wipe it away. "that. you keep wiping it."

"no i don’t joe.. can i just film this please?"

he stands there debating for a moment before he leans down to kiss your lips. it’s a little rougher this time, causing you to stumble back slightly but he catches you, lips never parting.

his hands slide from your neck, down both of your arms, landing on your wrists as he pulls back. he grins down at you as he feels your wrists try to tug from his grip. "can’t wipe it now, can ya?"

you chuckle, "let go!"

"nope. stop wiping my kisses. it’s not like i’m licking your face." he lets out a laugh too as he leans down to you again.

"don’t you dare lick me..” you laugh as your face turns away from him, wrists trying to pull out of his grip.

"then stop wiping my kisses. s' not funny." he places a peck to your lips. "okay?" another peck. "do it again, and i’m cancelling this date." and another.

"fine.. fine, i hear you."

randomly hugging my boyfriend to see what he’ll do

you were in the bedroom, joe on the couch. you walk into the living room, phone quickly propped up without his attention on you. you walk over and stand in front of him for a moment, he looks up at you with a soft smile. his eyebrows furrow slightly when he sees the expression on your face. not sad, but not exactly happy.

you move to sit beside him, grabbing his wrist, moving it behind your back and pulling it around you as you curl your head into his chest.

"hey… what’s wrong baby? y'okay?" he coos softly, fingers curling around your shoulder as he ducks his head down slightly to get closer to your face.

you don’t reply, just cuddle into him. he takes that as a hint that you might not want to talk about it so instead he shifts slightly to make sure you’re more comfortable. his fingers continue to move along your arm. after a short moment, his other hand reaches down to your cheek so you look at him.

"c'mon.. what’s happened? talk to me honey.." his dark hazel eyes stared into yours, eyebrows furrowed with slight concern. "hard day?"

you look up at him, a tiny smile on your face. his eyes narrow slightly, a small smile creeping on his lips too, "you…okay..?" you let’s out a small huff of laughter.

"yeah… just wanted to hug you.. missed you."

"baby.. we live together."

the bird theory

you were both sitting on the couch again, just kinda having some quiet phone time. you start to record but the camera is only facing you

"i saw this bird today.."

"mm?" joe hums absentmindedly, scrolling.

you wait a second. "it was kind of pretty."

that makes him pause. he glances over, then locks his phone and tosses it aside. "sorry.. what were you saying? what kind of bird?" he shifts closer slightly, expression softer now.

you shrug, "i dunno.. it was cute though. had a little white stripe on its wing. kinda brownish grey."

"that sounds cute.." he gives you a little smile.

"it was cute."

"did you get close? like.. a photo or something?" he asks, tilting his head slightly.

"kept shuffling away from me.." that earns a huff of laughter from joe.

"did it still make your day better, honey?" he has a little smile on his face.

"yeah.. a little. made my walk a little better."

"that’s good.. i like that bird." he nudges you with his knee. "good bird." his hand ruffles the hair on the top of your head before going to the back and his arm wraps around your neck, pulling you into him. you were still looking down at your phone and that’s when joe sees the camera. "for christ sake baby.. i can’t catch a break from this.."

you chuckle, looking up at him. "thanks for caring."

he ducks his head down to kiss your forehead, "always do."

'current boyfriend' prank

"heyy," you sing, already grinning at the camera, phone propped up against a jar on the kitchen counter, "today me and my current boyfriend, joe, are gonna be trying snacks from different countries that we were sent—"

"oh my god, we are not starting with that,” he cuts in, half-laughing, half-offended as he turns toward you.

you decide to keep going like you didn’t hear him. "we have stuff from japan, germany, I think this one’s from—"

"you cannot just say current like that to—what, how many people are going to see this?"

you finally glance at him, eyebrows lifting. "Why are you so stressed, joey?"

"because now I look unstable," he says, gesturing vaguely between himself and the camera. "like I’m on borrowed time."

"you are on borrowed time,” you shoot back, reaching for a brightly colored packet. "now focus."

he stares at her for a second, then exhales through a laugh, shaking his head. "okay. wow."

"thank you, now! first snack—"

"no, no," he interrupts, straightening up. "If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right."

"wh..what?"

"hi everyone,” he says, polite and serious in a way that immediately feels like a bit. "I’m joe."

you laugh. "oh my god—"

"i am currently competing for the position of boyfriend," he continues, nodding once. "this is, apparently, a temporary role."

"stop!" you laugh, reaching for his arm, but he leans just out of reach.

"i’ve had minimal preparation," he continues, picking up one of the snack packets and turning it over like he’s studying it. "but I believe I can prove myself through dedication, resilience—"

"it’s not a reality show,” you cut in, still laughing.

he glances at her briefly, then back at the camera. "It is now."

he continued to talk as if it was a genuine competition, saying things like,

"first challenge,"

"high stakes"

"one wrong reaction and I’m out."

"hopefully, i can keep my spot permanently."

"alright," you say, turning back to the camera, "last snack—before he gets eliminated for being dramatic."

"aww you look so cute stay there."

sucking him while he’s on a work call..

keys had been in his office far too long for your liking. hence why you made your way into the room and sat on the desk beside his computer. he was on a call with someone from his work, they were saying something about ai and how it might be evolving. his gaze would flash towards you like giving you warnings, but you just kept stoking his arm, or your foot would rub on his thigh…

it drove him insane and you knew it. after a few minutes, he mutes his mic and looks at you with slight frustration. "baby, please.. i’ll come to bed soon, okay? this is important."

you give a little roll of your eyes, "i’ve been waiting for hours." keys sighs softly, "please.. i’ll be done soon.. i promise." he takes both of your hands in his and pulls you off the desk. you lean down and give him a kiss— he goes for a peck as he’s busy, but you go a little deeper. his boss was still talking but you weren’t listening. keys stopped listening too but eventually got back to his senses and pulls back. "baby.. let me do this. i love you.. now go."

you chuckle slightly before leaving, but were you done? no. it was only like ten minutes later when you walk back in, now with very little clothes as you wore keys’ favourite piece of lingerie. he turns around when you walk back in, his sentence trailing off as he looks at you but his coworker cuts him back to reality. "y—yes, one second.." he says and mutes his microphone again. "babe, what the hell are you doing.." he whines, looking up at you with big eyes, sounding like he’s about to die right on the spot. you don’t respond, instead wheeling his chair back slightly.

within seconds, he’s tucked back in, you’re under the desk, breath fanning over his tip. it starts slow and careful, quiet. but turns faster and more desperate. keys’ head was back against the head rest of the chair, his eyes were closed softly, lips were parted, breath shaky but quiet enough. "keys? keys! are you not paying attention anymore?" the sound comes through the speaker, loud and static-y from his coworker. luckily, he couldn’t hear the sloppy sounds of your mouth around keys’ big dick.

"s—sorry yeah.. yeah no.. i’m here.." keys stutters, lifting his head forward again and opening his eyes. bad idea. his eyes dart down to your own, catching your cheeks hollowing around him, the tears in your eyes as he hit the back of your throat. he lets out a whimper-y exhale, "fuck.. g—go on, keep talking.." as his coworker continued, he was just staring down at you like you were all that mattered. one hand was holding your head, not pushing or pulling, just threading through your soft hair. he was lucky there was a mute button, you weren’t even trying to be quiet. "ho—honey.. are you trying to get me fired?"

you just continued moving. the next time he’s unmuted, he accidentally lets out a moan. "you alright keys?" the guy asks from the other end. "y—yeah.. just um.. dead leg.." he lets out another, looking down at you with his eyes glazed over. the other guy starts to talk again, keys mic is muted just seconds before he finally comes. he lets out a groan, eyes squeezing shut, lips in a small 'o'. "shit.. fuck.. so good baby.." he says full of love, but when you move from under the desk, he sees that little smirk on your face.

"what was that for? this call is important, babe.." he’s not angry, but he’s more serious. you just give a little "sorry" and he caves. "it’s okay.. just wait for me in bed, okay?"

this does kinda suck (no pun intended) but it came to my head so..