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masterlist ⥠daddy joe masterlist âĄ
OMG YOURE BACK!!! can you please write about joe and reader on their babymoon? like equal parts fluff but also ykâŠ
A BABY MOON???? WITH DADDY!JOE
yeah, no. he has it planned before the baby has even actually been conceived.
âyou ever heard of a baby moon?â he asks when youâre laying in bed one night.
a gold banded ring sits light on your ring finger now like it was always supposed to be there. like there was no other way it was meant to be.
âa baby moon?â you mutter, only half paying attention to him. your attention also half on the documentary playing on the tv. âlike when the moon is a toenail?â
he huffs out a laugh and that makes you glance over to him.
âno-â he sets his phone down on his chest and his eyes scan over your face. bare and soft. ready for bed. âitâs when women get pregnant. you go on like a trip before the baby comes. one last trip with just two before itâs three.â
his voice is soft and a quiet kind of smile lingers on his lips. he looks as though heâs already planning it and you werenât even pregnant yet. yet.
babies in parks. across restaurants and busy retail stores. they always caught his eye and heâd smile. wave a finger and make them smile. then heâd look at you. always you. wondering what it would be like one day. a little one that was purely a perfect blend of him and you.
he wasnât supposed to be the one thinking like this. having dreams of babies in high chairs. calling him âdaddyâ. you were supposed to be convincing him to give in. but now heâs the one crowding you against the counter after dinner. your sleeves pushed up to your elbow as you tried to wash dishes. but his lips are by your ear. playfully nipping at your earlobe as you try to squirm away.
âjoe!â you squeal as his tongue darts into your ear. your chin tilting until your half hidden in your hoodie.
âmm,â he hums and settles down. chin resting on your shoulder. âletâs have a baby..â
his words make you still. scrub daddy falling into the soapy water. you turn your head to look at him over your shoulder. âwhat did you say?â
he stands up straighter and shrugs it off. trying to play it cool as he runs a hand through his still damp hair from his prior shower. ânothing.â
now you were seven months pregnant and rounded in every aspect. the pregnancy surprisingly hasnât been that bad. the first two months were tiring and all you did for the most part was nap. by month four you were full of energy. daily walks around the park. doing laundry even when joe begged for you to just go lay down on the couch.
âthis is so pretty.â you smiled as you waddled up the back porch steps of the cabin. it was the back porch but it was the main entrance that sat facing the beautiful lake. âlook.â one hand settled on your lower back and you pointed with the other one to the sunset reflecting off the water.
âyou are so pretty.â joe says with a soft smile as his lips pressed to your cheek. he was never far now. a hovering mother hen. âwill you please come inside and sit for a minute? i donât want your ankles to swell.â
you huff out a sigh and waddle inside the cabin in front of him. plopping down(carefully) on the couch. feet propping on one end as your head rested on the opposite end of the couch. joe gets everything inside and then sits down by your feet. listing them only to place them down in his lap.
âyou okay?â he ask quietly as his thumbs already begin to dig into the arch of your right foot.
âmhmmmâŠâ you hum and stare over at him. eyes half lidded slightly. âwanna swim later in the lake.â you mutter.
âyou can do everything you want tomorrow.â he says softly with a nod. âweâll get up early and go into the cute little town we passed through. get coffee and something sweet. maybe find a book store.â
âgod, youâre saying all my head turning words baby.â you say with a sigh and a smile tugging at your lips.
it settles quietly between you two for a moment. you watch him as his eyes drift to your stomach. a glaze lying over those hazel eyes. he tended to get the same dazed look in his eyes when he stared too long at your belly. like it was hitting him all over again.
his left hand moved from your foot and settled over your stomach. spreading wide. you let out a soft settled sigh and he finally met your eyes.
âit wonât just be us anymoreâŠâ he whispered quietly. almost like he was saddened at the thought, but enthralled by the future of it all.
âitâll always be us.â you mutter as your hand rested on top of his. âplus a mix of us. but itâs always us.â
the left corner of his mouth tugs up and he lets out a soft huff of a breath. almost a laugh but not quite.
âthatâs a good way to put it.â he nods and looks back down to your rounded belly. âsheâs gonna be spoiled rotten.â he says it like he already knows heâs going to give into every pouty lip and teary eyed stare. âiâm gonna be ruined, ya know that? if it isnât her, itâll be you.â
heâs not upset. not even a little. heâs excited. more than excited. the word didnât quite exist yet for how he felt.
âi love you.â he mutters as he leans down to press his lips against your stomach. âyou too, butter bean.â
hiiij omg i love how realistic you write!!
is it possible if you could write about daddy joe?? maybe reader slept in a cute pyjama set or maybe nothing at all so when he wakes up he doesnât want to disturb her sleeping but cant resist kissing her back and shoulders. or something along those lines!!??
i'm back because i crave daddy!joe that much
just him with a little bit of scruff. the slight pudge that he complains and pokes at when sitting on the couch, but you love it and always show your appreciation towards when you're down that way wink wink.
you'd stir from the tickling matter that goes across your bare shoulder. the matching pajama set you had been sent from some brand had been surprisingly comfortable. racerback tank with matching boxer like shorts. cherries littered through the pink and white stripes.
the stubble brushed across your lower back this time. a warm hand spread across the exposed skin as the shirt was pushed up. You had fallen asleep tucked into joe, but somewhere in the night you had rolled to your stomach. now facing away from him. right leg hiked up slightly to achieve the optimal sleeping position known to man.
then the hand went down to your ass cheek. squeezing it. shaking it. then a kiss to your lower back. your didn't open your eyes just yet. just waited to see what his motives exactly were. the weight of his head rested against the middle of your back. cheek warm against your skin.
squeeze. shake. kiss.
"what the hell are you doing?" you muttered half awake now.
"playing." he muttered as he did that same thing again. "it moves."
he repeated the steps again. you laid there and let him do whatever made him happy. sleep was tugging at you, but the morning sunlight creeping through made it impossible.
you felt him shift on the bed. the mattress dipping as his hands pressed into it beside your hips. now he was hovering over your back. head further down by your backside. a lazy kiss was pressed to the back your thigh. then your lower back. then up until he was at your bare shoulder.
"he's still asleep." he muttered against your skin. your eyes fluttering open to see him over your shoulder as your cheek pressed to your pillow.
"good." you hummed.
he lowered his head again. lips pressing to your skin as he peered up through those thick dark eyelashes. "wanna do anything or just sleep?" he muttered with that mischievous tilt to his lips.
you couldn't even try and fight away the sleepy smile that tugged at your own lips. "what if i just said sleep?" you muttered quietly.
"then we'll sleep till little dude needs us." he shrugged softly and leaned up over your shoulder till his lips found your temple. "i'm not a teenager, baby. i can control myself somewhat." he nipped at your jaw as he pulled back.
"bullshit. you'll just take an extra long shower-" you called him out and let out a huff of a laugh.
"hey!" he scolded you playfully. "I said somewhat-" he had leaned forward ever so slightly so his hips were pressed to your backside now.
the slight press of them to your backside made you instinctively press back. a throb already forming between your thighs. it fell silent between the two of you now. a slight rock of his hips against the thin material of your shorts already had a unforgiveable wetness forming.
"mm, why are you fighting it, hm?" he hummed as he watched your eyes flutter shut. "you don't wanna sleep." he muttered against your shoulder. his right hand coming up to move your hair so he could push your hair aside. kissing the spot at the nape of your neck that made you nearly shudder. "you want daddy to take care of you, hm?"
you guys don't understand how bad i need joe in a fifty shades of grey type of role where he's a hardass CEO hard ass and when you come in for an interview everyone's muttering 'good luck' and shit like that and yeah during your interview as his receptionist you're terrified and shaking with nerves. but you get the job and one evening you're both leaving super after hours and he stops you from being almost mugged in the parking lot. then he starts being everywhere coincidentally.
come to find out he's on some YOU type of shit. he's been stalking you this entire time. he didn't even have anymore interviews lined up for the role. only yours. actually hacked into your computer to have the job only show to you in some way (he's a billionaire they could do that probably). you only find out because you were putting something on his desk after you left and got nosey, snooping through drawers rightfully so. Snooping specifically through a legal folder with your name on it. thinking it was only your onboarding papers and resume maybe. but it's surviellance pictures of your home. your parents background and history. yearbook pictures of you.
anyways, i need that-
reader trying to convince joe to quit smoking because she hates it.. i feel like he could be kind of stubborn about it
Iâm basing my request on that new photo of joe holding cig when he was in paris in january, i donât know if you saw that alreadyđ
He stood on the balcony of the hotel suite. Grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips and plain white t-shirt tight on his biceps. You stood there staring at him for a whole minute at least. Taking in the sight of him just standing there. His gaze casted down to the city life buzzing beneath us.
Then smoke bellowed from between those pink lips and you rolled your eyes with the right corner of your own lips tugging upwards. Tale as old as time. Busy night. Too many people. It always made him smoke afterwards. A stress reliever, he called it. You knew what he went through was stressful. You would never deny that. You just wished he'd use other outlets.
"Those things are so bad for you..." You muttered as you stepped up behind him. Your movements so quiet he jumped at the feeling of your arms sliding around his middle. Your cheek rested against his shoulder blade.
"Everything's bad for me." He huffed out as he flicked the cigarette and put out the end on the railing. Then his other hand settled over my forearm. Warm, steady, and already trying to apologize for the bad habit.
"Not true-" You muttered against his clothed back.
He didn't argue his side today. Just rubbed his hand over your forearm. Chatter filled the air. Car horns followed. It was never quiet here in the city. You had learned that quick. Joe seemed to love the noise and hate the silence. You were the opposite.
"There's other forms of stress relief." You muttered. Lifting your head from his back to press your lips against the middle of his back. Then pressing your forehead against the middle of his back.
He huffed out a breath that sounded almost like a laugh. His shoulders moved as he let it out. âLike what?â He hummed. Warm hand still rubbing over your forearm. The action more soothing for him than it was for you.
The moment of silence you let linger between the two of you caused him turn around in your arms. His lower half leaning back against the railing of the balcony. Hazel eyes peered down at you with a lazy tilt.
"Like you?" He muttered as his hand coming up to push your hair back behind your ear. "You wanna be my bad habit?" He muttered in a low, playful tone.
A smile tugged at your lips before you laughed softly at his attempt to dirty talk you. "That was hot. I gotta give that to you." You hummed. "But yeah, you could use me instead of cigarettes if you wanted to." You shrugged with nonchalance but fought away a smile.
"But you need to brush your teeth first-"
interesting pt 2
thinking about joe keery and his big hands wbu??
my favourite necklace
iâd like to add!
Wait hold on wait wait hold on because wait hold on
iâm going to force myself to sit down and write today
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why is this so fucking hot omfg
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oh my god. dying for more daddy!joe. how about babyâs first time being sick?
god, the first sniffle and coughing mess nearly has joe crying. his eyes grow misty and concerned as he watches the almost one year old propped on his hip, cough up so hard his face turns red.
âthat sounds nasty..â he mutters softly as he rubs the baby boyâs back. his hazel eyes darting towards you.
the doctor visit isnât any better. little baby boy is a stage five clinger when heâs sick and wants nothing to do with the doctor. heâs clinging to you or joe while sniffling and crying. then comes the shot. joe knows itâs their job and itâll eventually make his baby feel better, but god the scream that fills the room makes him want to hurt somebody.
âshhhâŠâ he hums against the babyâs temple as he holds him and rocks him. walking aimlessly around the small room. heâs humming against the babyâs ear as he watches you talk to the doctor.
a cold. would probably last a few days. if the symptoms persisted bring him back in.
joe took mental notes of all of it. the shot theyâd given the baby would probably make him sleepy and the medicine tasted like bubblegum.
he doesnât outwardly say it and neither do you, but he loves how clingy the little one is when theyâre sick. the baby boy wonât let either one of you put him down. seeking out the comfort of both of you. joe indulges in the sleepy cuddles. holding onto him a little tighter than usual. knowing it wonât always be like this and before he knows it, the little boy will be grown and more independent.
fwb!joe ? đ«Ł
unfortunately i dont think that man could do a friends with benefits relationship deal.
a month in and heâs asking you to stay over after youâd both gotten your fix. heâs spooning you after sex. heâs making you breakfast in the morning and waking you up with soft kisses across your bare shoulders and upper back.
that man is the most least nonchalant guy ever in the history of men and heâd end up saying âi love youâ mid thrust while his face buried in your neck. he wouldnât even care either. heâd keep muttering it against your skin with lazy kisses on e he realizes youâre not running away or pushing him off.
heyy! for daddy!joe could you do readers water breaking and how he would react? đ
hi iâm coming out of hibernation for a brief moment.
joe is actually the type of person to freak the fuck out. like panicking, pacing, trying to find the pre packed hospital bag. heâs talking to himself. moving his hands in the way that happens when heâs nervous or overwhelmed. his hands start to talk for him.
âbaby, the bag-â
heâs nearly on the verge of a panic attack.
and you.
youâve changed your sweats and are standing in the foyer. the calmest heâs ever seen you. taking a sip from your new owala cup heâd gotten you the other day at the store because it had cherries on it.
âthe bag is in the nursery on top of the changing table.â you tell him calmly. âgo grab it, okay? iâm gonna go to the car.â
he stares at you for a split second like youâve just grown an extra eyeball before his eyes. then his head slightly tilts like heâs trying to figure something out. in the movies, the woman is freaking out. screaming, crying, clutching onto the closest person with a death grip.
but you. youâre rubbing soothing circles over your belly through the loose shirt you were wearing. taking in slow, deep breaths. looking like an actual super hero standing before him.
he comes back to and moves towards you. hand coming up to cup the side of your head and tugging it towards his lips slightly. âlove you.â he mutters against your hair. âgrabbing the bag and meeting you in the car.â
suddenly heâs calm. heâs cool. heâs collected. and youâreactivelyinlabor. okay, calm down. heâs got this. daddy joe has got this shit.
Hello, I really love your stories! is it okay to request a (THIS IS SO DISTINCT lol) joe keery x popstar!fem (secret/ lowkey relationship, only their friends and family knows) where joe keery co-produced sabrinaâs song âsugar talking,â where he was the one who played the guitar solo and they wrote it together while tipsy in Joeâs studio, 2 in the morning, talking about their exes in the past, dumping it all in one song. AND months later, the song crazily blows up and it earned a Grammy nominationâand it actually won. When her name was announced, sheâs still completely shocked. As she walks to the stage, she tries to drag Joe up with her, but he gently refuses because he wants her to have her moment. He just stays back, proud of her but letting her shine. As she went to say her speech, shock and surprised, lastly, she quote âsince joe isnt coming up in here, his speech will be posted on instagram..â and the crowd laughed as same as joe (just smth funny lol)
And he did posted up in instagram
Thank you!
And the Grammy goes to...
Pairing: Joe Keery x fem!reader
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a/n: Lowkey unrelated but if I hear one more person suggest we're only obsessed with "Sugar Talking" bc of Coachella, I might go insane. That song went platinum in my house the DAY it was released.
Classification: fuff
Word count: 2k
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hi hi hi, could you maybe write something with reader recently being terrified to fall asleep? like just the thought of falling asleep and not being in control of her body terrifies her and joe comforts her to sleep? maybe he plays with her hair, sweet kisses, sweet murmurs?
idk it sounds so crazy but this has been happening to me for the past few weeks and iâm literally fighting my sleep so hard cause i get so anxious about sleeping? idk
do whatever you choose <3
i'm actually so glad someone said this because me. i used to just stay up for days because of the thought of death. i have to take melatonin like very night now to make me fall asleep (i know so bad sue me).
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he never really noticed it before. he figured you were just a night owl. he only noticed how the tv stayed on all night until morning when you stayed over instead of turning itself off like it usually did. he only noticed how you would bury yourself against his chest as morning rolled around.
he didn't notice how you tensed up when he read off an article on his phone. another death amongst celebrities. no overdose.
"they just passed away in their sleep." he shrugged and scrolled through the article.
"something had to have been wrong though, right?" you sat up straighter on the couch beside him. your legs tucked to your chest as you faced him slightly.
he only shrugged again and switched to another article. "sometimes people just pass away in their sleep, baby."
he spoke the phrase so nonchalantly it made you feel physically ill. just like that? go to sleep and just never wake up? you stared at him for a moment before your eyes drifted somewhere else. your brain running rampant and your chest feeling excruciatingly tight.
nighttime came around and you had settled into bed before joe. lying flat on your back. eyes fixed on the ceiling. joe walked out of the bathroom, no shirt and a pair of shorts hanging low on his hips. even the sight of his chest hair couldn't distract you from the daunting task of falling asleep.
"you look like you're laying in a coffin." joe laughed softly as he tossed the covers back on his side of the bed.
"why would you say that?" you asked him immediately. your eyes pinning to him in distress.
he sat down on his side of the bed and turned his head to meet your angered eyes. but it wasn't anger. it was just covering for your anxiety.
"i was joking." he told you as if it was obvious. and it should have been. he stared at you for another moment before he shifted and laid himself down on his side facing you. his upper half propped up on his elbow. "what's wrong?" he asked gently.
"nothing." you huffed and tugged the cover up higher around your neck. "pass me the remote."
"no-" he shook his head. "tell me what's wrong."
you stared at him and then looked away to the ceiling. the sudden feeling of embarrassment washing over you. how were you going to explain you were scared to fall asleep? it was a task so simple that kids did it without thinking.
"i don't like going to sleep." you muttered and kept your gaze on the ceiling.
"neither do toddlers-" you glared at him and he held one hand up in a defensive manner. "kidding, kidding." he hummed. "why?"
god, this is embarrassing.
"what if i don't wake up?" you whispered and meet his eyes.
he stared at you like you had just spoken a foreign language. the thought had never really raised any red flags in his mind. it was always a possibility. it happened to people all the time. his thought process was that if it was going to happen, it was going to happen. nothing could stop things that were already set in motion.
"then you don't wake up..." he answered unsteadily and knew that wasn't the correct answer from your wide eyes. "i mean-" he backpedaled. "like you just, ya know... go to the other side."
"oh my god-" you groaned.
"okay, wait-" he said, his fingers reaching out to wrap around one of your wrists where you had covered your face. "what do you want me to say, baby?"
"anything, but death-"
"are you scared of dying?" he asked gently. his body instinctively leaning closer to yours.
you sighed but nodded reluctantly. your eyes adverting anywhere but him. he let out a soft sigh like he was skewering his brain for what to say.
"i don't like to sleep because of it." you whispered as you rolled on your side to face him.
his hand reached up and brushed against your cheek. he didn't look like he was judging you. just like he was treading lightly on the situation.
"a lot of people are, ya know?" he hummed softly. "it's like one of the most common fears amongst human beings. sometimes it scares me." he shrugged.
"it does?" you whispered softly.
"yeah, but not like i don't wanna die-" he said, his eyes fixed on where his fingers were playing absentmindedly with the ends of your hair. "more in way of i don't want to leave you."
your heart physically fluttered in your chest at his soft words. he had no idea how heartfelt they even were. he was just speaking his truth.
a quietness settled over the two of you for a moment before he let out a soft sigh. "how about this?" he hummed softly, gaining your attention. "i'll stay up until you fall asleep."
"you promise?" you whispered softly.
"pinky." he answered immediately as he jutted his thumb out in the space between the two of you. "c'mere..."
he rolled over onto his back and opened his arm out for you to bury into his side. you draped your leg over his hips and tangled your legs together. his hand behind you trailed up and down your back in a soothing manner. his heartbeat echoed in your ear that was pressed to his chest.
"i got ya..." he whispered softly.