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reysdriver · 8 months

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Driver's License | Keys

You decide to tease your friend after seeing his real name on his ID — coworker!keys x reader fluff

warnings: alcohol consumption since the oneshot takes place at a bar

words: 0.8k

a/n: this is my first keys fic and I know this is niche as hell but i've been obsessed with him lately so expect more lol

The bar was one of the more popular ones—which means there’s sometimes a line outside in the cold—but it was the one you always went to because it was walking distance from work. You, Keys, and Mouser stood in line shivering and wondering what was taking so damn long.

“Should we just go somewhere else?” You asked the guys.

“No, it’s fine.” Keys answered. “We’re almost at the front anyways.”

Mouser looked like he was about to say otherwise, but then dropped his protests. “Keys, can you like, stand on your toes and see what’s going on?”

He obliged and stood up as tall as he could, looking for the front of the line. After a few seconds of the most perfect posture you’d ever seen on your friend, he slumped back down to his normal height.

“It’s not the regular bouncer. This one’s checking, like, everyone’s IDs for five minutes each.” Keys explained, pulling out his wallet already.

You held back a laugh at the obvious hyperbole and thanked him for the update on what was taking this line so long to move.

Keys was right; you were actually close to the front of the line. It was still unbearably cold and it wasn’t even winter yet. Keys saw your discomfort and wrapped an arm around you. Maybe that was more than a coworker slash friend should do, but hey, you work at a video game company: nothing was really like other workplaces.

Once you were finally at the doors, the new bouncer asked for IDs from all three of you—which you thought was ridiculous because none of you looked like you were minors—and thoroughly scanned each one of them.

Yours was first, and maybe the quickest. Mouser showed his ID next, and then it was Keys’ turn. The worker looked at his driver’s license for longer than he had yours and Mouser’s, then passed it back to Keys with the card in between his index and middle finger.

Keys seemed to be in a rush to put it back into his wallet, and when you caught a glimpse of it as he shut the leather flaps, you understood why.

Your friend had never told you his real name before. Come to think of it, you weren’t sure he’s told anyone. What was perhaps his biggest secret was now in your hands, and there were infinite possibilities on what to do with it.

You kept quiet while the group picked a booth to sit at, then went up to order a round of kamikaze shots to start the night off with a bang. After you’d all taken one shot together, Mouser went off to use the washroom, leaving just you and Keys together.

Impatient as always, you had decided now was the time to do something with your newly acquired information. Biting back a smile, you tried to act as inconspicuous as possible.

“You know what?” You started. “I know we still have a round of shots, but I’m gonna head up to the bar and get something with as many maraschino cherries as they’ll let me have. Do you want anything?”

He shook his head, smiling at your drink request. “No, I’m alright. I’ll stay here.”

You stood up, bringing a dollar bill from your purse to tip the bartender. “Okay, I’ll be back, Walter.”

He didn’t even notice your use of his name at first. But when your words played back over in his head—as most things you say to him do—his eyes widened and he shot up from the seat.

“How did you— I don’t tell people my real name.” Keys said softly but urgently.

You smiled at him. “I know. I saw it on your driver’s license outside. I just wanted to tease you a bit since I’m now one of the only people in the world who knows it.”

“You are.” He confirmed. “Just, please don’t use it at work or anything. I just think it’s embarrassing.”

“More embarrassing than ‘Keys’?” You giggled. You started walking towards the bar, and he followed closely behind. “You don’t need to worry, though. I like being the keeper of your secret.”

Relief washed over his face. “Thank you.”

You waved over one of your favourite bartenders, then brought your attention back to Keys. “Just for the record, I actually like your real name. It’s like a cute old man you live next to and bring in the newspaper for.”

He bit the inside of his cheek and stood up from the barstool. “You know, just for that, I do want a drink. You’re buying it for me.”

You rubbed his upper arm to confirm there was nothing bad between you. “I’ll surprise you, Walt.” You told him as he walked back to your booth.

Unsurprisingly, you were met with his turned back and a middle finger flipped at you.

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biggestsimponhere · 1 year

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It’s joe keerys birthday!

Happy birthday to my amour! <3

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1-800-clawro · 1 year

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oblivious !

ꔛ﹅ ۰ ۰ ۰ 一 ꗃ﹕Day 7 ! 12 days till Christmas ⑇

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summary: keys is oblivious when it comes to reader's feelings.

content warnings: (sfw), oblivious keys, awkward reader, 2nd pov (you/your), other characters use they/them for reader, lmk if more !

a/n: love keys 🔑

You sighed as you reclaimed your confidence to speak to Keys again. You got up from your office chair and walked over to Keys. He was looking at something related to an npc. "Um- hey... Hey Keys!"

Keys turned to you and let go of his keyboard. He shyly smiled at you. "Hey [NICKNAME], need anything?"

You nodded. "I was wondering if you could help me with this code. I've been having trouble."

He hummed and smiled again. "O-okay!" He giggled but then coughed. He got up and followed you to your desk.

In reality, you weren't having trouble. You knew what needed to be fixed but you purposely put some wrong stuff in just to get him close.

You sat down in your chair, your hand on your mouse. "I don't know what to do. I checked the code a billion times..." You mumbled to him.

He hovered over you and placed his right hand on your desk. You silently gulped and continue to pretend.

He hummed once more and placed his hand on yours. He moved the mouse. "I see the problem..."

You mentally blushed at his action and tried your hardest to not laugh. He fixed the line if cod enough messed up and let go.

"Here you go!" He chuckled and put his hands on his hips. "Thanks Keys!" You smiled at him and he awkwardly stood there.

"N-no problem!!! Tell me if you need a-anything else!" He managed to say, his cheeks were were a shade of pink. He slowly walked away from you.

"They totally like you." Mouser said, his hands were crossed. "No they don't! [NICKNAME] just needed help with some code that's all..." Mouser laughed at him.

"You're so blind when it comes to love, dude!"

Keys just ignored him and walked back to his desk. Mouser followed Keys. He leaned on the wooden desk fill of post it notes and other stuff you would see on a office desk.

"Why don't you also them out?" Keys put both of his hands on his face, groaning. "I don't have the confidence like you do. I'll just freeze on my words."

Mouser looked at your desk, he saw you working on your computer. "Just go at it. Say, 'oh hey [NICKNAME], would you like to get coffee with me?'. " Mouser said with confidence only for Keys to scoff.

"It is just me or [NICKNAME] has been touchy with you since- forever!" Keys sighed at Mouser's comment. "Really dude! Hear me out! [NICKNAME] is smart! I know they didn't really need help on some code today."

He continued on his ramble, "Remember that time she asked you to 'pretend' to be her date to a dinner party?" He laughed and scratched his hair. "If that's not a sign, I don't know what is."

"Fi-fine. If I ask them out... would you leave me alone?" Mouser nodded at Keys. He got up and walked up to you.

He cleared his throat, getting your attention. "O hey there Keys." You smiled while he smiled back. "Hey [NICKNAME], I- um... I was wondering if maybe." He mumbled, "Id you would like to get coffee sometime...?" He mentally slapped himself in the face for stuttering so much.

He waited for you to laugh at his face, saying that he's just a loser and there's no way you would go out with him.

"Sure."

Keys eyes lit up. "What?" You smiled at his surprised look. "I'll go out with you. How about... 7 pm?" He smiled and silently clapped. "That works... I'll see you- later."

ꔛ﹅ ۰ ۰ ۰ 一 ꗃ﹕THANK YOU 💋

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faithiegirl01 · 2 years

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Faithie’s Fic Ideas Corner:

Ok…

So I just had the best freaking Steve Harrington fan fic idea!!

Guys just hear me out here…

It could actually work for any of Joe’s characters, just Steve is like my go to for fan fics…

It’s a meet cute…

What if reader and friends decide to go out like ice skating or to a movie or something. Then later she finds out that literally all her friends are bringing a significant other so when they start to act all sorry that she’ll be a third wheel to all of them she just bursts out saying “actually I am seeing someone, have been for a few months now. I just didn’t wanna say anything cause I wanna see where it goes first,”. While at first her “friends” don’t believe her they eventually do, but she panics because it was an absolute lie. The day for them comes and then they get there and ask her where he is, she then says “oh he was busy after all can’t make it,”. They get suspicious of her so later into the hang out she panics and goes up to a random person (this person being Steve…) and she yells out “hi babe I thought you were busy today?” She then begs Steve to play along and him noticing how panicked she seems plays along. He helps her out then they both leave and don’t see one another for a while, but the both can’t stop thinking of each other until they run into one another again and boom he asks her out…

Then it jumps to Steve telling his and the reader’s kids their meet cute story…

Bro this would be very very cute I adding this to my Steve requests now. Cause I 100% wanna see this be written by someone…

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munsster · 2 years

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i’m so glad u want to start writing for keys i feel like he’s pretty underrated on here </3 maybe something where him and reader have interacted a lot in the game and one recognizes the other’s voice in real life in public? idk i think that would be really cute! x

free life on earth

A/N: listennnn i consumed every tumblr fic i could find of him in one night and decided there was not enough nor will there ever be.

Pairing: Walter “Keys” McKey x GN!Reader

Summary: He thought he was just out getting coffee. But then he bumped into his cyber crush. 2.1k words.

Warnings: fluff, meet (?) cute, you know i had to put this in a coffeeshop, shamelessly awkward flirting, mutual pining, a teensy little accident kiss (unless…), cursing

He was fascinated. From the very beginning, despite how cliché and theatrical it sounds; he swore up and down he'd never go all puppy-dog-eyed again. And then you let out a whip of deafening expletives, and he swan dove right into a new obsession.

But saying obsession seemed too intense and creepy, so he's been calling it his online thing like it's a business meeting. Like he's not lovesick and doting and you have no idea he's worming himself around your little finger.

"You've gotta be—Keys! Don't fucking throw that while I'm standing right here."

The laugh rips out of him and jolts him back in his chair. To think that the limited amount of time he spends not working on this godforsaken game he happens to spend playing the game. He must have something wrong with him. He drops the flashbang back into his inventory and scuttles over to your crouched avatar.

"Sometimes I wonder why they let you graduate," you poke, swiveling in circles in the wavering shade of a big tree, blank eyes staring up at the sky.

"Hey, if I didn't graduate, we never would've met."

You chuckle. "Oh, Keys, life would be so horrible without you"—you click your tongue and your avatar's knees straighten, and his heart shouldn't skip a beat the way it does with your digital face this close to his—"because I have nothing better to do than sit at my desk all day and talk to a stranger on the internet."

"A handsome stranger," he teases.

"I'm logging off."

"Wait—"

"Nope!"

"Come on," he whines, "you know you love me."

Curse him with that sometimes confidence and all-the-time charm. And maybe that's the one thing you don't know. He smoked you out just to get at you while unassuming and lovely. You blink hard just to realize you've gone a little blurry, and the sun slices through your blinds and glares against your monitor.

"Is it light where you are?" you mumble, a songbird cooing and flapping away outside your window. His character goes still, no longer shuffling across the grass, just still. Strands of his hair animated to flow. It makes you smirk every time you think of it.

"Yeah, think so. Geez—"

"What if I was a stalker? Now I know the sun is up for you. That eliminates like... a lot of places," you say, very proudly and kind of worried. You don't rest well as it is, and now this boy might be giving out his address to random users.

"Okay, but is the sun rising or setting?"

"...Maybe it's neither," you hum.

"Maybe it's both."

It takes a second for him to laugh, and he's crazy but it's contagious. You shake your head and press your face into your palms to muffle a soft laugh. Hoping he doesn't hear you humor him. But you do, and he does.

"You're delirious, go have caffeine," you huff, definitely smiling, even with your jaw aching from wearing a headset for much too long. But you're sure the tightness in your neck is worth it when he hums softly and rustles with something on his desk.

"No," he whines, spamming the space bar, sending his character hopping down the grassy slope of the park's small hill. He sighs. "Alright, fine. Didn't feel like staying online anyway."

"Oh, hush, it'll be good for you. Plus, I gotta head out, and I don't want you missing me too much."

"Yeah, yeah," he mumbles, "but you better be on tonight."

"C'mon, baby, you know me," you say, head lulling to the side as he sprints back up the hill just to slip down once he's halfway there. He must be too tired to think about it. Because you've called him that once before, and it sent him reeling. He's glad the game wasn't designed for webcam gameplay. Not only would that be nightmarish, but you would immediately catch him beet red and fidgety.

He yawns.

"Alright, see ya."

You chirp something nice into his ear. Like a goodbye, but you'd never say it. He powers his desktop down and throws on a crewneck before heading a couple blocks north, hands shoved in his pockets the whole way. Head incessant with the thought of you. Even if he could stop it, he wouldn't. If you'd stay holed up in his noggin until the next supernova, he'd be satisfied. And the coffee shop is sticky and warm when he steps in from the chill.

But something makes him smile. Only a few tables have anybody seated there: mostly couples. Except, there's one person sitting alone. Occupying the table closest to the register, scarf draped over the back of the oaky chair, fingertips patting along a dim phone screen.

"Morning, two sugars," the barista chirps, "the usual?"

Keys hisses in a deep breath, eyes flicking over the extensive, swirly-lettered menu.

"You know what—?"

"Aw, break my heart, man—don't tell me you're switching it up on me now."

Keys chuckles with a shrug, "what can I say? I'm a sucker for a limited time offer. Gimme one of those seasonal drinks.”

"That's it, no more discounts for you," he huffs, already scribbling 'Keys' and a pouty face across the side of a bright orange cup.

"You were giving me a discount?"

"Keys," a soft voice chirps. And it's not something he could've imagined if he tried, because it sounds like you, and maybe this is some wishful thinking hat trick, but he turns to the side. And there you are. Arm perched on the back of the chair, torso twisted around to peer up at him. And he peers back. It's you. Wide-eyed and grinning.

"Hi," he pants, "it's you."

Your chair scrapes across the wood flooring, and you get real close to him like you're still not sure this is real life and not a simulator. Or you accidentally signed up for a drug-induced sleep study, and this is the desired, coma-adjacent lucid dream.

"In the flesh." You scoff, hands on your hips. He wonders if you're letting him look at you. It's a little perverted, but he's in denial, watching your mouth and the way it's so different from your in-game avatar. "I was hoping... I mean, I wanted it to be you. You sound like you."

He nods. And his hair flops into his face. Hides his soft pink forehead and the line between his furrowed brows.

"You're... taller than I thought you'd be. And you wear glasses," you say, lifting your hand like you're about to touch him. It makes him happy. He knows you—he's known you exclusively by your code and the sound of your voice, and yet your first instinct was to reach for him. And even though you drop your hand and glance away, he smiles.

"Disappointed?" he teases like he's expecting the rejection. Like you'll laugh and tell him to scram because yes, he's not what you had imagined. Maybe you had imagined him to perfection and doomed him in the process.

But you shake your head.

Decisively, a serious conclusion, borderline frowning at the sentiment. How could you be disappointed after spending days upon days doing absolutely nothing and everything with him. Just him.

You sigh, "You techies are always a wild card. To be honest, I'm just glad you're not a serial killer."

He chuckles and takes a deep breath. Letting it buzz through him because by some miracle, you're glad.

"I take it my dashing looks are just an added bonus," he huffs, raising his brows, but out of the corner of his eye, you smile. You don't laugh, but you smile. Brightly, too, sincere in the creases by your tired eyes.

"Toffee latte for... Keys?"

He scratches the back of his neck when you look away, feeling like he's sweating buckets all over the polished floor. Then you look back at him, lips only parted for a breath, mouth quirked. You look cute. Like he couldn't have imagined you sweeter. He just knows you're gonna leave him all syrupy and stuck on you after this.

"So... d'you—"

"Keys! Latte for Keys?"

"I think that might be you," you tease, nodding over to the pick up window with a grin.

"Oh. Oh, right!"

He hurries over to the disgruntled employee, grabbing his coffee and a couple of napkins and a stopper between his teeth before popping it into the lid. When he turns back around, you're not there. And his heart sinks. Frantic, he cranes his neck, spinning dizzily before catching your wave and the bell above the door. And you duck outside.

The cold smacks him into reality. It’s terrifying the way you look back at him with a smile because he’s been thinking about it since the day he first heard your voice. And now you’re letting him catch up to you, walking backwards with your arms crossed over your chest.

"Sorry for ditching. It was kinda stuffy in there—"

He chuckles, suddenly shy with the way you look right through him. And you’re right. Everything’s clearer. Crisp and frosty, but it’ll melt away with the sun.

"No, yeah, it's totally..." he huffs, "I know."

"Good, 'cause I was hoping you'd walk me home."

He shudders, not knowing whether it's the cold or the way you're so sure of him. Even with sweat rolling down his back. He doesn’t think he’ll make it as far as you plan on taking him. Not after you've flattered him enough to lay him bare on the sidewalk.

“You live around here?”

“‘Course I do. I’m not about to drive fifteen minutes for a cup of coffee,” you grumble, skipping over the cracked pavement where weeds sprout up into teensy yellow flowers. Then the toe of your show catches a jilted and offset curb, sending you teetering forward.

“Woah”—Keys catches you by the hand, too focused on the way your fingertips find their way to his, slotting down hard and curling. “I gotcha.”

“Pssh,” you scoff, tugging him close as an excuse to catch you breath. Only, you’re in the middle of the sidewalk and a biker wheels by with a groan. “White knight.”

“I prefer the term gentleman, but whatever floats your boat.”

You stick your tongue out at him when he takes a swig of his coffee and flinches away from it, fingers clenching around your knuckles.

“Hot?”

“Burning.”

“Thanks,” you say with a wink. And his tongue isn’t the only thing burning when it settles into his ears and nose.

“So, are you nearby, or…?”

“Oh! Yeah, this is my building.” You thrust a thumb over your shoulder and yeah, he’s hooked. So hooked he doesn’t realize you’re less than a block up the road from his building. He doesn’t realize he could have been yours. He could be yours, but he’s too hooked.

“Shit. Then I guess this is goodbye.” He leers up at the art deco apartment complex with a squint. Kind of disappointed before he realizes his palm is damp pressed to yours. Suffocating into the space you give him when he scuffs against the rough concrete.

“Guess so.” The sunlight beams from between the strands of his mussed hair, catching the rim of his lenses, and rendering you in awe. “At least we have the game.”

He scoffs. “We’ll always have the game.”

You shrug and tap the bottom edge of his cup. “And you’ll always have this.” Your finger traces the digits and dashes along until they’re dotted off with a heart. “Definitely didn’t slip him ten bucks for that.”

“You’re pretty desperate, huh?”

You smile. “Yup.” You squeeze his hand and tug him close to kiss the supple place his cheek dimples just slightly when he smiles. And he shifts a little. On accident. But suddenly, your mouth is pressed to the corner of his, and he’s short-circuiting when you pull away. “Sorry!”

“It’s… it’s okay, I’m not—I don’t mind,” he sputters and you laugh despite yourself, “Really, don’t worry about it, I mean, I’m not worried, it’s not a big deal, I just—”

You kiss him again. In front of the steps of your apartment building, holding his hand, and boiling him up inside. He can’t help but smile when you tongue at his bottom lip and drop his hand in favor of his waist. He thinks only you’d be so delicate with him. After all, it’s you. And when you pull away, his mouth is a little pink and a little slobbery, and you swipe your thumb across his chin.

“You better call that number,” you warn. He smirks.

“Beats talking to strangers on the internet.”

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samdeancass · 2 years

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Locked Out

Requested on Wattpad

Pairing: Keys x fem!reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Characters: Keys, Y/N

Description: When Y/N gets locked out of her apartment, the man next door offers her a place to stay for the night. The night takes a turn when things get heated between the two.

“GOD DAMMIT!”

You kicked your door hard and held your head in your hands as you slid down the wall. This was just the cherry on top of a perfect day. Everything just seemed to have gone wrong and this was the last straw.

You heard a door open from across the hall but didn’t bother to look up. “Er, are you alright?” You peeked out and noticed a rather good-looking man with a wild mane of hair standing above you with a curious look plastered on his face. “I heard you shout and I wanted to make sure that you were alright.”

If you were honest, you didn’t hear a word that he said. You were completely lost in his eyes. He was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. God knows how you have never crossed paths before. He waved his hands in front of your face to gain your attention. “Hello? Are you OK?”

You shook your head and slowly got up from the floor, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Not really, no. I’ve had a really crappy day. I woke up late for work, the traffic has been a nightmare which meant that I was even later. I got bollocked by my boss and now to tip it off, it seems as though I’ve locked myself out of my apartment.”

You tried your best to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall but it was no use. You covered your face and sobbed, the frustrations of the day taking its toll on you. The stranger wrapped a caring arm around you and brought you in for a hug.

The coffee and vanilla scent on his clothes, for some reason, seemed to calm you down slightly. You wiped your eyes and gave a sad smile. “Thanks. I feel so stupid.” He shook his head. “It’s no problem, it happens to everyone.” You scrolled through your phone to find the landlords number and dialled the number, with no answer. “Great, now what am I supposed to do?!” You huffed and you could feel the tears threatening to fall again.

“You could always wait in my apartment. They probably won’t call back until the morning. I have a really comfortable couch so you can take my bed, if you want to that is.” You smiled and nodded your head. “Thank you so much, you’re a literal lifesaver.”

He walked into his apartment and you followed closely behind, the scent of coffee and vanilla hitting your senses once again. You sat on the sofa and fiddled with your thumbs as a thought entered your mind. “I don’t even know your name to thank you properly.” He took a seat on the other end of the couch and smiled.

“I’m Walter McKey but everyone calls me Keys.” He stretched out his hand for you to shake, which you did. “Well, Keys, thank you for offering your apartment to me. I’m Y/N L/N.” You both shook hands and engaged in a friendly conversation.Considering you had only met him literally five minutes ago, it seemed as though you had known him your whole life.

Throughout your conversation, you both seemed to have edged closer to each other, close enough that your fingers brushed against each other. A small blush crept onto your cheeks at the movement and quickly moved your hand away but much to your surprise Keys took your hand and moved it back, entwining his fingers with yours.

“I don’t know whether it’s just one-sided or if you feel it to, but it seems as though we have something here. I know we’ve only just met but I feel as though I’ve known you forever.” You nodded your head. “I feel the same way. It’s crazy how we’ve never crossed paths before.”

You both shuffled closer to each other, your heads leaning on the back of the sofa. Your lips were now inches away from each other and the tension was becoming thick with arousal. Keys flickered his gaze from your eyes to your lips and back again before deciding to just go for it.

He leaned in and pressed a sweet but passionate kiss to your lips, you letting out a hum in response. You kissed him back, your lips moving together in motion. He cupped your cheeks and brought you closer to him as you slid your hands up and down his arms.

His hands began to wander; over your shoulders, down your arms and slid underneath your shirt. You hoisted yourself up and onto his lap, never breaking the kiss, and wrapping your arms around his neck. You both began to fight for dominance, your tongues battling, but Keys won. His hands began to explore your body and splaying across your bare back; you silently thanking yourself for deciding not to wear a bra.

Your hands found their way into his hair, nipping at the shorter ends at the nape of his neck. A low growl escaped him as you could feel a small bulge underneath you. You began to tease him, thrusting your hips into his as you bit his bottom lip, trying to take dominance.

Your efforts were in vain, though, as Keys suddenly lifted you up and lay you back down on the sofa, his body trapping you. He slowly trailed kisses down your neck towards the valley of your breasts, leaving purple, bruising marks in his wake. Lifting up your top, he licked his lips as your breasts lay bare in front of him, the cold air hitting your nipples.

He immediately attacked one with his mouth, licking and sucking your crowing bud as his hand saw to the other, rubbing and flicking it which sent shock waves through your body. The low moans that escaped your lips only made the tent in his pants grow bigger.

His hand slid down your stomach and under your pants, moving your underwear slightly and began to tease your clit. He rubbed slow, agonizing circles at first but as he sensed your breathing getting raspy he quickened his movements, making you a quivering mess underneath him.

Keys looked up at you and nearly came in his pants right there. The sight of you moaning underneath him was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He slid one finger through your folds and inserted it, moaning as he felt how tight you were. He began to pump quick, inserting a second and third, and was completely amazed by how amazing you were.

With his free hand, he unzipped his jeans and they clattered to the floor with his underwear following close behind. He pulled away from your breast and pumped himself a few times before slowly entering you. You hissed as your walls stretched to his size. Keys stayed there for a moment until you nodded for him to go.

At first he went slow, careful not to hurt you. But after you moaned for him to go harder, he completely let go of himself. He pounded into you, completely filling you up, your hips slapping together. The familiar feeling in your stomach built up as you begged for him to go faster. “Faster, Keys, I need it faster.”

He did as he was told and went faster, drilling you into the cushions of the sofa. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your orgasm took over you, your juices spilling out all over the cushions. Keys wasn’t far after, letting out a low groan as he emptied himself inside you.

You both stayed there for a while, coming down from your highs. Heavy breathing was all that was heard until Keys broke the silence. “I never expected that to happen with someone I just met. But I do have to say, you looked absolutely beautiful.” He leaned down and pecked your lips as he slid out of you.

He put his pants back on and went to get a towel to clean you up. He gently helped you get dressed and pulled you into his lap. “Thank you for making this day better, Keys. It was the best way to end a horrible day. I just hope that this isn’t just going to be a one time thing.”

He looked down at you and cupped your face. “Definitely not, I’m never letting you go.”

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An extra hi

Walter "Keys" McKey x gn!reader

Requested by; @batzfailz

Contents; fluff, neutral pronouns for reader

Summary; After four months of bringing a coffee to Y/n day after day at work, Keys finally tries to talk to them.

The first time Y/n was brought coffee, they were rather confused. A man they didn't recognise and had never spoken to before placed it on their desk and smiled at them before walking away. When they had a sip, it was exactly what they usually got. They felt rather worried, yet at the same time flattered.

That was four months ago. Every work day, Keys has gone to work with two coffees instead of one. Every work day, Keys gets too shy to even talk to the person he's crushing on and instead says, "Hello." sounding jittery and nervous to then hurry to his desk. Smooth, right?

Obviously not.

But today, Keys decides he's going to talk to them. Like the other times he said he would... But he could do it this time. He feels ever so slightly more confident today. But he feels like it's not enough.

He stands in the doorway, staring at Y/n from afar. Now that he's actually here, the confidence has already begun to slither away. He forces his legs to carry him over there, and he places their coffee on their desk like usual.

"Aw, thank you!" Y/n smiles at him like usual. It's all normal, thus far. Keys stares at them, trying to formulate some words that aren't "hi." He begins to notice that he's staring at Y/n and feels awkward instantly. Not normal anymore.

"...Hi." Keys murmurs. Dammit!

"Hi?" They reply, confused by his behaviour.

"Hi." Keys repeats, sounding more sure of himself. He takes a deep breath to talk to them, but Antwan interrupts from across the hall to get him to get to work. He looks at Y/n, gaze drifting over to Antwan. He wants to argue with him, his expression says so, but he silently storms over to his desk on the other side of the room.

He slumps in his chair. He was making some kind of progress, right? He said an extra hi. He was getting somewhere! Maybe next time he'll even have the guts to ask, "How are you?". Maybe that's a stretch.

Well, at least he tried. He can try again when he gets some confidence next month...

#keys x reader #joe keery #walter keys mckey #keys x you

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arkhamknightz · 2 years

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Can you do a Walter Mckey x reader, where reader sees Millie and Keys being all buddy buddy and gets jealous and leaves the room and so Keys follows reader and then he tries to figure out what’s wrong and reader blurts out that they love him

CANT STAND IT

summary: after seeing keys get close to millie again, you cant stand around and watch

warnings: angst? kinda? also short because after having to re-write this a billion times ive given up on making it longer.

keys and milles laughter echoed through the room. it had been a week after you all started working on bringing back life itself. you had originally joined their team after meeting keys at a coffee shop, he noticed you working on code at one of the tables and offered you his number. a week later you had helped behind the scenes with the game.

after life itself was finished they sold the game to soonami, and you all had gone your separate ways. keys had cut off contact from both of you, and you and millie stopped talking shortly after. so it was a surprise when millie contacted you about finding your underlying code in free city.

now you were standing in millies kitchen, glass of water in hand slightly getting irritated at their giggles. you peeked out the kitchen and saw a large smile on both their faces, you felt an ache in your chest as keys looked at millie like she put the stars in the sky. you wanted him to look at you like that.

you put your glass in her sink and walked into her living room grabbing your bag. you shut off your computer and walked out the room without saying a word. keys and millie looked at each-other confused, while mouser just rolled his eyes at them and went back to working.

you had clicked the button for the elevator when you heard a door open and quickly shut, a glimpse of keys face appearing in the crack of the door before it fully shut. you let out a sigh of relief, quickly getting out the elevator and starting the walk back to your apartment.

“y-y/n!” you could hear keys call out from behind you, the feeling of his hand on your shoulder making you jump. you turned around to look at him and he looked at you confused, “hey? why’d you leave is everything alright?” you nodded, looking down at your feet. “yeah. yeah everything’s fine don’t worry i just got tired.”

keys could easily tell you were lying, you had looked upset and you werent making eye contact, your hands were balled into fists and you impatiently tapped your feet. “no you arent y/n come on just talk to me-” you finally snapped. “im fine! can i go home now?” keys sighed. “im coming to your apartment and we’re gonna talk about this okay?”

you let out a groan and kept walking back to your apartment, keys silently walking next to you, trying to figure out what he would say. you walked into your apartment building and got into the elevator, still not saying a word to each-other. you could feel his eyes burning into the side of your head, suddenly feeling nervous under his stare.

it stayed silent as you two walked in, you put your bag away and keys leaned against the back of your couch, watching your movements. you looked at keys and rolled your eyes. “what keys?” he sighed. “you’ve been acting weird for a few days.. i just wanna know whats going on.”

“nothings wrong just drop it already.” he grabbed your arm as you were about to grab the tv remote. “come on. please just talk to me.” you finally snapped. “its you keys! you’re the problem! god i cant stand you and millie together because im fucking in love with you and i cant stand watching you two together!” his grip on your arm began to soften before it fully fell off.

he stood silent for a moment, the words that came out of your mouth finally registering in your brain. your eyes widened and you quickly backed away from him, a large ache in your chest. you both stood quietly on opposite sides of the room, you were right by the door of your bedroom and keys was still by the couch. you moved to walk in your room but he quickly spoke up.

“youre in love with me?” tears filled your eyes, that suffocating feeling in your chest growing and growing. he walked up to you and cupped your cheek in his hand, wiping away the tears that managed to slip from your eyes. “hey hey please don’t cry. c-come on look at me please.” he gently gripped your chin and made you look at him, his face softening even more as he saw the pool of tears gathering.

“i love you too okay? i always have.” you shook your head, the tears freely falling out of your eyes. “keys don’t lie to me don’t say things like that please stop” you looked down at the ground and you felt his hand on your chin again quickly lifting your head up and kissing you. he felt your stiffed figure slowly melt as he wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you closer.

your lips fit together like perfect puzzle pieces, you both kissed for about a minute before pulling away, looking up at keys with wide eyes. he softly smiled and kissed your forehead mumbling quietly. you looked up at him confused and he softly smiled. “i asked if you believed me now.”

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wearethemaincharacters · 11 months

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Good job [Keys x fem!reader]

18+ minors DNI!

Word count: 2.6k

Prompts:

87 "Ooh, you’re not wearing any underwear. Trying to tell me something?"

100 "I wanna fuck you in front of a mirror so you can see how good you take it."

71 "Just a little more"

25 "That's it. That's my girl."

94 “That's it. let it all out”

Warnings: smut (18+), fucking in front of a mirror, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys)

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The tension is thick. The business trip you got assigned was a whole two day ordeal and you already can’t wait to get back home, you almost missed your flight because some idiot decided to park in the middle of the road, therefore blocking it for everyone else and since you are already running late the whole morning you decide to just step out of your Uber, grabbing your bag from the trunk and head to your gate.

The gate isn’t too full since most of the people are probably already through security, just you and two others in front, which isn’t much if the lady in question wouldn’t chit-chat about her morning with everyone and how great the weather is. The man in front of you huffs out an annoyed breath of air and taking a second look you can just roll your eyes. It’s no other than Walter ‘Keys’ Mckey, the man you’re doing the press tour for the new game with and haven’t talked to outside of work since he seems to know everything better when it comes to all the stuff involving making a game - story, graphics, coding - and don’t even get me started on fixing any bugs the game might have. He’s on your nerves before the trip has really started.

After a wonderful one and a half hour flight in a cab together to New York, you finally arrive at our designated hotel.

“Thank you Miss Y/L/N and Mister Mckey for staying with us. We have your room ready, everything is paid in advance and room service will be paid for in full.”

“Excuse me, you said room?”, he asks the question that you were wondering about yourself.

“Yes, your boss said one room would be fine, is there a problem?”

“Is there any chance we could book a second room? I’ll even pay for it myself”, you try your best.

“I’m sorry but we’re all booked out for the week.”

“It’s fine, we’ll make it work. Thank you”, Keys snatches the Keycard to your room from the desk and all you can do is fake a smile and nod thankfully before following him.

You enter the room with just one bed inside and are happy that it’s at least going to be some stunning looking 48 hours. The meeting you came here for was in an hour so you take your sweet time to change into something more appropriate and get yourself ready by looking through the notes on your tablet you made on the way here.

Simple black skinny jeans and a shirt with a v-neck should do the trick, the decent makeup doing the rest. Keys settles for the usual pair of dark jeans, but even though you didn’t mean to, your gaze rests on his black leather belt for a second as he is buttoning his dark blue shirt over it.

Both of you are well aware of the fact that he caught you, so you try to busy yourself packing your handbag for the meeting, slipping your tablet and notepad inside and hurrying out the door with a simple: “I’m just quickly gonna grab a coffee on the way.”

It’s a shitshow, the whole meeting the guys from the New York department are trying to tell you how to do your job and ask you why you didn’t think of the outcome to XYZ of any of your actions. On the other hand, Keys is the one swimming in praise for his good work and all you can do the second the meeting is done I storm out of the room to grab some dinner before heading back into your room. You don’t have a problem with someone giving you any kind of critique, but they just acted like you shouldn’t be the person in charge of your department. The dinner is just the cherry on top, comes out after an hour and just isn’t as fulfilling as you hoped, overprized of course.

Keys is sitting in front of his laptop at the table in the room and doesn’t even turn his head at the sound of the door falling into its lock. It’s dark outside, but the view is just as beautiful with the skyline, all the pretty lights of the city shining in the black of the night.

“I’m taking a shower, won’t be long”, to at least give him a chance to use the bathroom now if he needs to.

The warm water and rose petal smell of the hotel shampoo is just the right thing to calm your nerves. You still decide to not take too long so he can get ready right after. The silk of your white pajamas hugs your body so perfectly, you barely feel the material. The room is not as humid as the bathroom which instantly erupts goosebumps on your skin the second you step out.

A knock on the door lets you freeze, not wanting to talk to anyone you don’t have to. Keys snaps out of his trance and rushes to the door, taking things a bit slower when his body grazes yours in the tight space you can barely call hallway. His T-shirt under the unbuttoned one comes in contact with the silk of your pajama, the missing bra instantly getting a reaction out of your body, nipples hardening underneath the material and you know he feels it. As he answers the door you pack your worn stuff into your suitcase and sit on the edge of the bed, unsure of the sleeping situation for the night.

“Sooo, not wearing any underwear, trying to tell me something?”, you would love to wipe the smile off his face but can’t hide the tingles rushing through your body.

“Shut up, who likes to sleep in underwear anyway?”

The room fills with the smell of something you could recognize anywhere - fresh Pizza.

“I’ll let you have half if you can commit to both of us sleeping in the same bed tonight.”

“I already ate, thanks.”

“That still doesn’t tell me if you want some.”

He places the impressive pizza plate on the white duvet and gets his laptop before sitting against the headboard, still focused on the screen in front of him as he grabs a slice that already had your mouth watering prior to you taking a proper look at it.

“You did a good job today even though you didn’t have any references for the stuff you were talking about, maybe they were wondering why I didn’t just go alone”, your heart misses a beat at the praise in the beginning but quickly catches back on to its usual rhythm.

“Apparently I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing at the moment, so yeah, you might be right that I am useless on this trip after all.”

“I never said that, I just didn’t get why Antwan had to send both of us if they were just gonna talk shit about your work anyway”, Keys puts the plate on the table his laptop sat on only half an hour ago, leaning back against the headboard to see your reaction to his statement.

“Thank you?! I’ll just report back to him on Monday, who knows maybe I’ll finally throw in the towel, can’t be bothered to take any more of this shit anyway”, you desperately press your thighs together, looking for a little more relief than just the hot shower to all the comments being flung at you today.

You get up from the bed, ready to tell him that you’re just gonna check in to another hotel, opening your bag back up to take out your outfit from the day but Keys gets ahead of you and comes around to your side of the bed, causing you to stop dead in your tracks.

Taking in the few inches between you two, you look up at him, a breath catches in your throat when you see his features soft, his brown eyes with slightly furrowed brows taking you in.

He leans down so his lips gently graze the shell of your ear and you can’t bring yourself to move, the anticipation boiling in your veins as he whispers: “Don’t go. I wanna fuck you in front of a mirror so you can see how good you take it.”

You fist his shirt before he can finish, grabbing onto it already after the first two words, the realization hits - he got you and has your stomach doing somersaults with how bad you want him, all without touching you. Your cheeks meet as he comes back to look at you, mere inches between and you know he’s just waiting - either for permission or for you to do something. His expression is almost pained with the way he is taking you in, giving his all not to just take what he wants. But the moment you give him the smallest nod with pleading eyes, he’s grabbing your cheeks with a hand on each side and presses his soft lips to yours, trying his best not to rush the kiss but its intense - swimming in your kiss like its what he’s been waiting for all day. You get lost in his soft touches, how he pauses for a second to take in the taste of your lips just to go back in, putting a loose strand of hair back in its place behind your ear. You would call the sound that leaves your lips pathetic when he pulls away just to catch his breath but instead busy yourself with taking his shirt off, sliding it eager down his shoulders just pulling at his shirt under it seconds later and before you can take a proper look at him, his lips are back on yours. Warm hands find their way under your shirt to pull you closer.

Keys chuckles into the kiss when you reach the black belt you couldn’t take your eyes earlier, fingers resting on the leather when the same small laugh escapes your own lips, finally opening it, the metal sound clinking heavily in the room. His fingers fumble with the buttons of your pajama but know he’s getting frustrated - you never use them because they’re such a pain in the ass to get open.

“Wait”, you mumble breathlessly into the kiss, almost instantly pulling away to throw your shirt over your head.

You exchange one more kiss before his lips travel lower, leaving not only soft purple patches but also goosebumps on your skin. A soft moan escapes his mouth, causing your eyes to roll into the back of your head and your hand to slide from the back of his neck into his soft brown hair, carefully grabbing a bunch to pull and there goes another moan as he takes your nipple between his lips where his tongue licks and plays with it.

Both of you pull apart once more so you take the chance and get on the bed with him following right behind you but the moment you take one more look at his - still buttoned - pants, you can only imagine what you felt if you dipped your hand inside a few minutes ago. He hovers over you, settling between your legs to pepper a few more kisses over your exposed chest. The finger that rubbed over your other nipple just seconds ago finds its way under the waistband of your shorts, two other ones dipping gently between your folds. You can see him trying to keep his composure when he feels how drenched you already are - all for him. The sparks in your body turn into pure excitement as he pulls the fabric down your legs, throwing it somewhere just to come back up once more, holding your face with the same hand that explored your body and pressing another but needier kiss on your lips.

Keys scoots down the bed seconds later to kick the shoes he’s still wearing off his feet and pull his pants down his thighs alongside his underwear. You barely get a good look at him, he’s already kneeling between your legs, his hands gently rubbing down your thighs, causing you to spread them wider and perk your head up to take him in.

He rubs himself a few times before aligning his impressive length with your entrance. Your heart beats in your chest as you keep your eyes between you two, waiting for the stretch you know is going to come.

His tip glides through your folds and catches your clit for a second, coating him in more of your arousal which leaves both of you nearly breathless. You’re about to wiggle your hips for any kind of friction when he carefully pushes a few more inches inside, the stretch causing you to just want more - need more.

“Just a little more”, he tells himself as he keeps going, trying his best to let you adjust instead of just ramming into you.

You desperately pull him up to you to place a fleeting kiss on his lips and throw him onto the mattress, leaving you straddling his thighs as you glide down his length in one motion. The wind gets knocked out of you, clenching around him at the obscene desperate moan that makes him throw his head back at your action, fingers nearly bruising your hips with the tight grip.

He’s trying to catch his breath but your upper body lays flat against him, your hands intertwining with his next to his head, holding on as you begin to lift your hips slowly at first, picking up the pace in need for your release you know won’t be far.

Still, with your hands in his, he gently pushes your face to the side and that’s when you catch a glimpse of your reflection, whimpers leaving your lips as he looks at you through the floor length mirror that’s leaning against the wall, your bodies perfectly captured.

Your brows are furrowed and even though you could just get lost in the feeling of him meeting your thrusts you try your best not to close your eyes and catch every beautiful expression on his face, the way he still looks so fucking nerdy with his glasses on his nose.

“Look at you. That’s it. That’s my girl”, you moan at the nickname that fits like it's always been yours.

The room fills with the panting and moaning mess that is you two and soon you can feel your orgasm approaching. Your moans get more desperate by the second and that’s when he slides his hand now into your hair, pulling you closer and fogging your mind with his own moans that are barely above a whimper - he’s just as close.

You grip the pillows beneath you as you try your best to still meet his thrusts, not able to keep up the tempo, your voice trembles with the moan that leaves your body when you clench around him, coating him in more release than the tears that already dripped onto the mattress. Your thighs shake uncontrollably so he holds you close, coming right after you with his staggered breaths and moans filling the room and his hands gripping your ass to pull you impossibly closer, holding you right there.

You place gentle kisses on his chest as he keeps coming, moving to his jawline to tell him: “That’s it. Let it all out”, all while you keep clenching around him to encourage him further, taking everything he gives you to the point where you almost get overstimulated, which you truly couldn’t care less about.

You let your body falls next to his, both of you getting under the covers after catching your breaths for a minute.

“Since we’re obviously sharing the bed, does it mean I can help myself to a piece of that pizza?”

~ M

#joe keery #keys #free guy #stranger things #joe keery stranger things #keys x reader #joe keery x reader #smut

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reysdriver · 8 months

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New Horizons | Keys

Keys falls in love... with the new Animal Crossing game — keys x gn!reader fluff

warnings: none :)

words: 0.7k

a/n: am I really writing more keys fanfic after my last one flopped even harder than i ever imagined?? yes.

Keys had been waiting so long for the new game to come out. You had already heard him express his excitement a thousand times and it just made you happy to see him so happy.

"The original and Wild World were my childhood, you know? I used to get on those games as soon as I got home from school and I wouldn't put them down until my parents made me go to sleep!" He would tell you several times in the lead-up to the new release. "I didn't play New Leaf as much though. But one of my college dorm mates did have it so I played it sometimes to de-stress."

He had ordered it in advance, so all he needed to do on the release date was go to the local games store and pick it up. When he came home a few minutes later than usual from work last night, you remembered why when you saw the plastic bag in his hands.

"I got it, babe!" He said with an ear-to-ear smile.

His face was so happy that you just felt his excitement pass on to you. You suggested ordering a 'New Horizons release day dinner' as if that was a thing anyone was doing, and you called in a delivery order from your favourite Thai restaurant just a few blocks down.

He started loading the game onto the switch connected to your tv after you placed the order and you made him promise to take a break when dinner gets here. You knew better than anyone that Keys will get into something, then put every single drop of his focus into it, blocking out everything else—besides you, of course; he could never ignore you.

Once the game was loaded and ready to play, Keys started designing his character in the game. He tried getting all the colours right to make sure it looked perfect to start with, even though you reminded him he could probably change it later.

“See? And you can make a little version of you after and our avatars can be just a little version of us!”

After he finished making his character, you decided to take a break and go have a shower since you figured it would be worldbuilding and exposition for a little bit, and you knew your boyfriend would just explain all of that to you later anyways.

After you came out in a pair of striped pyjamas that you put on to avoid getting dressed in real clothes again, you saw that Keys had brought in the takeout, eaten his portion, and was already running around the island doing random tasks to pay off Tom Nook’s surprise loan.

Throughout the evening, Keys gave you turns using his character to fish and catch bugs and help him start off the game. It was fun and you loved having him teach you all about everything related to Animal Crossing, but you got tired after a while.

You kissed his neck and mumbled a goodnight to him. “I’m gonna head to bed, and I’m hoping you join me so don’t stay up too late, okay?”

“Okay, babe. I’ll shut it off soon.”

He did not shut the game off anytime soon. You knew this because you woke up to something he was angrily muttering to himself in the middle of the night. All you could hear of it was something about a ‘goddamn sea bass’. You trudged out of the bedroom, rubbing your eyes sleepily.

“I thought you said you’d be done soon.” You said, sitting down next to him on the couch.

“I can leave now. What time is it?” He stood still in the game until the clock showed up in the corner of the screen. “Oh my god, baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t realise how late it was. I just got distracted trying to start the perfect island life for us.” He pressed a button on the controller in his left hand to save the game and he turned off the screen.

You smiled at him, then took his hand so you could both go to bed together. “You can see a perfect apartment life with me if you don't stay up all night playing video games.”

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