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i love music, reading, writing, playing piano, playing guitar, doodling.
my favourite movies are all joe keery movies of course.., hot summer nights, dead poets society, bones and all, maze runner, thirteen, little women, tangled ofc, shutter island, and many more.
my favourite artists are djo, ethel cain, title fight, madison beer, muse, lizzy mcalpine, radiohead, harry styles, billie eilish, wallows, chappell roan, searows.
my favourite series are stranger things, fargo (except ive only watched season five im sorry), outerbanks, euphoria, brooklyn99, how i met your mother, yellowjackets.
i’m only telling you these things because i like to talk about my interests so if anyone wants to send asks it could be for fics or just to chat !
you move to fargo for work and end up working at the same station as gator. both of you argue all the time and constantly fight over cases. but then you get in danger and he’s the one to danger himself to save you??
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there’s honestly not a character that i dislike. at the moment it’s gator i believe, but ofc travis, and obviously steve. i miss steve so much. but i’ve been reading a lot of gator stuff which is why he’s currently top.
djune 2nd, what was the first djo song you heard? (end of beginnings not included)
i was bored one night and decided to expand my music collection so when i’m bored i find a song in my playlist where i don’t listen to any other songs by that artist and try them out. i went onto The Crux album and listened from start to finish meaning that Lonesome is a state of mind was the first and i was actually gagged honestly. the sound and vibe is just so nice to listen to. when i finished listening to that album, i listened to decide, twenty-twenty, and then realised there was a deluxe version and listened to that too!
djune 3rd, favourite djo album?
i hope i don’t sound like a new gen here but it has to be The Crux Deluxe. some of my top favourites are from that like mr mountebank, trex is loud, grime of the world, then obviously the rest from The Crux is just 💋 mwah. i still listen to decide and twenty-twenty all the time and some other favourite songs are from those albums.
hihi ives!! heres a few reqs for the tiktok trend thing with joe :
not saying 'i love you' back
seeing if he knows my height
"think fast, i'm a random girl"
making him think he planned a date
no rush obv , love your writing sm !! 🥹
Tiktok trends part three
age gap, influencer reader x joe keery
— reader following trends on joe
not saying 'i love you' back
joe was leaving to go watch a game with his friends, he had offered you to go but you decided to let him have some time with friends without you there. you were lounging on the couch when he slipped on his shoes.
joe walks over to stand behind your spot on the couch and leans down for a kiss. "i’ll see you later. love you."
you lean your head back to return his kiss. "bye.. have fun."
he doesn’t realise straight away until he’s walking to the door. maybe you didn’t hear him? "love you!" he calls out.
"bye joey!"
he quickly turning back to your direction. "why aren’t you saying you love me back?" there was a little smile on his face as if he knew— or maybe just hoping— that it was some kind of joke.
"what do you mean? enjoy the game.. bye." you give a smile as if everything’s normal, turning to face him over your shoulder.
"i love you."
"bye bye."
"i love you."
"have fun."
"say it back or im not leaving." one hand was on his hip in that sassy manner that you were used to.
"i don’t mind if you stay honey. but i want you to have fun.. so go." you turn your head straight again, looking back at the tv.
he walks back right behind you, one hand scoops your jaw to make you look up at him. "i love you. say it." he had a little smile on his face when he sees yours.
"i have."
"say it!" he actually laughs this time but you weren’t sure if it was forced and he was actually annoyed.
"love you.." you say quietly and half-assed, holding back a laugh.
joe leans down and kisses you again before pulling away completely. "good enough for me. bye honey."
seeing if he knows my height
"stand there. close your eyes."
"oooh.. i like this.." he says lowly with a smirk on his face, hands going behind his back. he earns a scoff from you, "shut up.." though it sounded more like a laugh. "i wanna check if you know my height."
"what? i know your height, im not stupid." he says, eyes still closed.
"no, i mean to kiss me. kiss me joe."
he clears his throat softly, spreading his stance a little wider. "wait can i touch you?”
"nope."
"okay.. didn’t need it anyway." joe says matter-of-factly.
he leans over slightly as he brings his hands to either sides of your head. he wasn’t touching you but they hovered right beside your cheeks. he leans down a little more as his hands move back to his sides again. you couldn’t help your smile when his lips accurately land on yours.
he hums against your lips, nodding proudly at himself. "mhm.."
you chuckle against him, hands moving to his shoulders before you pull back. "stupid challenge."
"too easy."
"think fast i’m a random girl"
the phone is propped on the fire place, you were stood in frame and yell for joe to come into the living room. when he’s in frame too, you blurt out too quick for him to even notice. "think fast, i’m a random girl!" your arms are immediately around his neck as you pull him down to kiss you. it’s rushed and messy— kinda the point.
you notice that he was kissing you back, hands moving onto your hips. he even turned slightly so that the camera wasn’t catching your mouths. you pull back and gently hit his chest, "joe! why are you doing that?!"
"wh—" he looked beyond confused. "what am i supposed to do when you kiss me?"
"i didn’t kiss you. a random girl did."
"what on earth are you talking about." his eyebrows furrowed. "doin’ okay in that head of yours?"
you scoff and roll your eyes, but there’s a slight smile on your face. however, you quickly get rid of it and look at him seriously, "i told you that im a random girl. and you still kissed me, jerk."
"oh.." he laughs. "okay delete that. let me do it again."
"no. you’ve failed the test joe."
"what? no. restart that." he walks over to your phone and stops the recording. "hold on." he says quickly before running off. you stand in the middle of the room confused.
the video cuts and you’re both on camera again. "think fast, i’m a random girl!" you go to throw your arms around him again, trying to pull him closer. but he shoves you back— obviously not hard enough to actually send you anywhere— and quickly pulls something out of his pocket. a loud ringing hits your ear drums, hands clutching them as you flinch.
your eyes open to the sight of him aggressively blowing a whistle, face almost turning red as it stays between his lips. "joe! stop that!"
when the high pitched ringing stops, you laugh at him. "what the hell?" he stood there looking proud. "you’re such a loser, where’d you even find that?" you laugh again.
"i dunno.. just remembered seeing it.." he smiles.
"jesus christ.." you mutter as you walk to the phone, "such a little kid.."
making him think i planned a date
joe walks into the bedroom about ten minutes after you did. you were stood infront of the mirror in a beautiful dress— one of his favourites too— as you started doing some makeup.
he lets out a low whistle, "wow.. you never fail to amaze me babe." he walks over and stands behind you, leaning down to rest his chin on your shoulder as he watches you through the mirror. "what are you getting all dressed up for? you going out with your friends or something?"
your face falls, meeting his gaze through the mirror. "you forgot?" your voice is quiet.
joe straightens up, a soft furrow between his eye brows. "oh.. i’m sorry honey.. i don’t remember you telling me you were going out with them.. where are you all going?" he gives a soft smile in attempted to make you feel better.
"joey." your face was serious which made him chuckle softly, steeping back behind you again. "i’m sorry.. i must’ve just forgot you made plans.." he tries apologising.
"no… you made plans. with me. you really forgot about that?" you say, forcing a soft voice break. you turn around to face him, seeing his expression falter, eyebrows furrowing further as he looks at you with his big hazel eyes. you did feel bad.. but being chronically online brings too many ideas.
"wait.. what?" his hands go to your shoulders, thumbs rubbing softly. "what’re you talking about honey? when did we make plans?"
"last week. you told me that we could go to that new restaurant that opened up in town."
he shakes his head softly, "baby, i remember saying we should check it out.. but we didn’t make any official plans." that was true.
"no, you said we should check it out… then you said we could go thursday. and to dress up all nice." that was not true.
"but… but i don’t remember that? did i really say that honey?" he looked genuinely upset with himself.
you nod, "yeah.. can’t believe you forgot about it, joe."
"c’mere," he wraps his arms slowly around your shoulders to pull you into a hug. "i’m sorry.. i seriously don’t remember that. couldn’t even tell you what we ate last night, my heads so busy recently. i’m sorry baby. you look absolutely beautiful though.." he says, using his grip on your shoulders to pull you back from him, eyes trailing over you.
you give a little smile as you look up at him. "it’s okay.. i guess."
"hey.. don’t do that.." he chuckles softly, looking at you a moment longer before sighing. "should probably go to the studio tonight, but screw that. we’ll go get food, okay? keep getting ready—"
you laugh, cutting him off. "joey.. no, it’s oka—"
"nope. get ready and i’ll hop in for a quick shower, yeah?" he says, already stepping away from you.
"joe! no. it was a joke.. we didn’t make plans."
his face falls as he stares at you. but he quickly lets out a sigh, almost annoyed but mostly relieved. "thank god.. don’t do that to me baby, that was cruel."
you chuckle at his words. "i’m sorry. but you were seriously gonna get ready for it?"
"well.. duh?" his says with his usual sass.
"you’re so good to me joey.." you step closer, arms moving around his neck as you give him a quick peck.
"go get ready."
"what?"
"get ready..? c’mon. we’re going now."
"joe, i said i was kidding.. i just seen it on tiktok.." you chuckle.
"and i said… go get ready, cause we’re going. okay?" he gives you a kiss and unwraps your arms from around him.
you went out for dinner that night at a beautiful restaurant, food was delicious, and the night ended perfectly. i’ll let you decide what perfectly is..
these were a little rushed (yes i know the request was a while ago, my apologies.)
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you’re eddies sister and secretly dating steve while all of the vecna stuff is going down. you go over to steve’s house and while doing it, steve’s phone rings. it’s eddie😱 so you have to stay quiet
you’re eddies sister and secretly dating steve while all of the vecna stuff is going down. you go over to steve’s house and while doing it, steve’s phone rings. it’s eddie😱 so you have to stay quiet
Please some sucking gators Dick in his room w all the posters and then getting caught by his dad or smt pls
Ooh 👀 Nice choice, anon! Tbh this got longer than I intended (1.9k words) so I hope y'all enjoy 😅
Tags: Smut 🔞, female reader, no use of y/n, situationship, blowjob, dirty talk, vaginal masturbation, praise kink, dom to sub!Gator, caught in the act, ruined orgasm, slut shaming (it’s Roy obv), implied threat (again, Roy)
Thinking about how it’s canon that the Tillman Ranch farmhands know that Gator fucks.
You almost felt like royalty every time you went to the ranch when the Tillman’s were out. Almost. It would be stupid to think that the farmhands hanging back at the property averted their eyes out of respect for you, and not because they were wholly uninterested in Gator’s personal life. The sheriff’s son cut off his truck's engine to lead you into his house, up the winding stairs to the second floor, and shoved you into the second bedroom on the right. All with a large hand firmly stuck on your ass like a fly on glue paper.
The routine was the same as always: Gator would shove you against his dresser, you’d dig your nails into his back, and your lips would crush together in the first of many heated kisses for the next hour. Then he’d pull you over to his bed and push you down flat, climbing on top to continue making out while his calloused hands slipped under your top to greedily explore your warm body. You’d writhe from your place underneath him, bringing your legs up to hook over the deputy’s hips in encouragement. He’d mumble something out about how he was gonna wreck you, leave you in a bunch of little pieces, have you begging him to stop it “’cause ya just can’t take it”, and your taunting little laugh in response would spur him to make good on his word. Gator would shove down his pants, fist your panties to the side, and shut you the fuck up with his big fat cock. That was the way it went the first time you’d gotten together, and that seemed to be the way it’d always go every time you were brought over to his bedroom.
Except today. For some reason, and maybe there wasn’t one, Gator decided he wanted to do things differently.
“On your knees,” he grunted once he moved you two over to the bed. You blinked owlishly, confused by the change in course.
“What?”
“C’mon, Doll, I know you’re not deaf,” the deputy muttered, pulling his vape pen out of his pocket to take a quick hit. You watched as he curled the vapor up into his nose before fully pushing out the grape scented cloud from his pouty lips towards you.
“…Uh, ok.”
You got down into a kneeling position, still feeling a bit disoriented from the heavy kissing you’d done a few feet away. Awkwardly, you rested your hands on your knees and looked up at Gator for your next request. He didn’t say anything for a moment as his hazel eyes combed over your expectant face and submissive posture. Taking another hit from his vape, he motioned at your clothes with an upwards flick up of an index finger. Oh. Of course. As you got to work getting undressed, Gator pulled out his phone to connect to his Bluetooth speaker.
Funny, he didn’t seem all that bothered on the drive over, but something must’ve happened between him and Roy before he picked you up from your house.
Gator threw his phone onto his bed as his heavy rock playlist filled the stiff silence permeating the room. You shifted a little as the mildly chilly air prickled your body, bringing your bare nipples to peaks. Sighing, the deputy leaned back on his hands, letting you get a better look at the bulge straining against his camo print cargos.
“Well? S’not gonna suck itself.”
You rolled your eyes. God, you hated when he tried to talk tough to you. But ever the people pleaser, you leaned forward to unzip the cold metal keeping his cock away from you. Your eyes briefly darted to the walls of the bedroom, feeling as if all the bikini models plastered there were silently watching your every move. Whether their stares were judgmental or encouraging, you couldn’t really tell.
You had your mouth wrapped around the pink tip as soon as it sprang free from its confines. Gator fucking moaned. You quickly braced your hands on his hips to prevent them from accidentally pushing the absolute choking hazard in your mouth any deeper.
“J-jesus fuck, Doll, ya can’t just, can’t just fuckin’ do that, shit,” Gator was rambling out, twisting a hand into his bedsheets. His other came up like he was going to grab your hair, but instead he just awkwardly hovered it by your head.
“Mm, s’wha I thouh’,” you smugly murmured from around him. Closing your eyes, you slowly slid more inches into your mouth. Gator’s hand tentatively rested on the top of your head, stroking small lines into the crown as cries and whines escaped his lips. You wondered if he ever realized you could hear those soft “girly” noises even over his abrasive music. You got about halfway down his cock before pulling back, relaxing your throat as you tucked your right thumb into a fist, then going back down to take him to the hilt. Coarse hair tickled your nose as you waited a moment to adjust to the full feeling in your mouth.
“F-fuck, Babygirl, don’t stop,” Gator huffed, tightening his hold on your hair. An amused huff left your nose. Yeah, who was the beggar now?
You slid your head back and forth along his dick, humming against the velvety skin every so often to draw an ego-stroking cry or hip jerk from the tryhard deputy. Hazel eyes peered down at you in barely contained wonder as you peered back, teasing the tip of your tongue against the spongey spot right under the head. Your tongue swirled around in a wide circle before you bobbed back down the whole length. Gator spread his legs a bit wider so that you had more space to work with.
The horny noises you were pulling out of the man above you steadily brought a pool of heat to your pussy. Sighing around Gator, you trailed a hand down your body to press flush against your slick mound. You formed your lips into a tight seal as you slipped a finger through your sensitive folds.
“Oh shit!” The deputy yelped, voice carrying over the blasting rock music. “Ah, fuck, are ya fuckin’ touchin’ yourself? That’s so fuckin’ hot, Babe.”
You moaned against him, picking up the pace with your movements on both ends. The hand in your hair fisted itself around your roots. Your eyelashes fluttered when you realized that Gator was slowly fucking himself into your hot little mouth.
“Yeah, take it, take it just like that,” he chanted, his eyes lidding heavily as you gagged yourself at the base of his thick cock.
The loud music droned on in the back, but it’d mostly taken a back seat to the music that was Gator’s praises and moans. As you stuffed a finger in your dripping cunt, you couldn’t help but make a silent prayer that you'd hear the vulnerable pleasure of the lone Tillman son more often, without the whole wannabe macho act as the lead in. You looked up at Gator as you felt him slip his cock out to slap the heavy tip against your swollen lips.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn pretty like this, Babygirl,” he said, watching as you tried chasing him with your mouth. You had no idea just how slutty and needy you looked like to the daddy’s boy. “Such a good girl. My good fuckin’ girl, fuck.”
“Gator, please, I—”
“Shh, I know, I know. Ya look so hungry for this fuckin’ meat, ya know that?”
You whined, slipping another finger into your pussy for it to clench around. Gator looked down, breath hitching when he noticed your arousal coated hand shining in the light. An incredulous grin broke out on his lips.
“Well, fuck, who would’a thought this would get ya so worked up?”
Mercifully, he guided his cock back into your desperate mouth to get back to work. You moaned around him, closing your eyes once more to focus on sucking the fucking life out of him. Groaning, Gator leaned further back onto his bed to let you take control. You smiled around him, moving your hand off of his thigh and down to his balls. You almost choked when Gator thrust his hips up.
“F-fuckin’ unreal, doll, how’d ya get so good at this?” The deputy drawled, the compliment turning into a whine at the end. “Makin’ me feel like a real winner here.”
You hummed cheekily, laying your tongue flatter against his thick dick as you moved back on forth on him. The sexy noises you loved so much grew louder. You pulled your eager fingers out to focus on your neglected clit. Your eyebrows twisted in pleasure as you felt a jolt of ecstasy up your spine as your slick digits circled around the sensitive little nub. It was just you and Gator now, and nothing else mattered as you filled the space with your shared sounds of feeling good-ness.
Unfortunately, neither of you heard the pair of leather boots angrily stomping upstairs to the second floor.
“Didn’t you hear me, boy?” Roy growled, slamming the bedroom door open. “I told you to turn the fuckin’ noise dow—”
You jumped off of Gator with wide eyes, staring back at the equally surprised sheriff. The younger Tillman scrambled for his phone to close his music app, heart pounding in his ears as his blood ran cold. You remained on the floor, trying to hunch in on yourself to cover up your naked body. Roy shifted back on his heels, fixing you with a frightening glare as he put his hands on his hips.
“Get out.”
“Dad, Roy, I, I-I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you—”
“Enough,” the tall man swiftly ordered, moving his steel blue eyes over to his terrified son. Gator’s fingers wrung together, unsure of what they should be doing as he glanced at you in concern. You, on the other hand, didn’t need to be told your instructions twice. With an anxious buzz in your bones, you hurriedly pulled your clothes on, accidentally misbuttoning your pants and putting your shirt on backwards. You took one step forward to leave when you remembered that, shit, Gator was your ride here.
“Um, I don’t, I don’t have a way to get home,” you sheepishly admitted, dropping your head to face the floor in shame. Roy let out an annoyed exhale from his flared nostrils, pressing his lips into a thin line of disapproval as he took in your weak stature. Turning his head to the equally helpless boy sitting across from him, the sheriff jabbed a thumb towards the hallway.
“Take this little hussy back to whatever shithole she came from. And you,” he said, moving his cold eyes back onto your shaken face. “I best be seeing you at church this Sunday, begging the Lord for forgiveness over your spoiled chastity. Because if I don’t, you’re gonna be on your knees begging me for forgiveness for disrespecting my house. Understood?”
Swallowing dryly, you managed to hold eye contact with the angry father and nod in agreement. Gator quietly got up from his bed to lead you past Roy, down the stairs, past Karen’s snide jeers of “whore,” and finally, past the farmhands lurking around the premises, who’d all stopped their work to give you two amused stares as you climbed into the truck.
You’d give anything at that moment to go back to being an uninteresting part of Gator’s personal life.
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