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where are y’all finding your joost klein sims 4 cc? please i’m running an internet cafe in business and hobbies and i need joost cc

[meowmix-xx]

static joost!! original by flavor foley!

[buurmanuitwien]

LET ME IN.

[xoxo0x]

i must admit that i am so obsessed with his nose for some reason, it's just so cute and pretty and beautiful and aaaa

[starryeyedobsessions]

Joost sings Nickelback

[joostabernichtklein]

Hi,

I NEED a NSFW alphabet

-🪼

-ofc anon, here you go!

⋅ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅Joost Klein NSFW alphabet⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

He's so sweet after every single time even though he's sometimes so tired aftewards he always tries to comfort you in any way. Maybe running you a warm bath for you to relax or cleaning up the mess you both made before cuddling you to sleep

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also partner's)

He loves everything about you, but his favourites are definitely his parners thighs/ass/chest, but also your face. He just loves your eyes a lil too much

For him i feel like he likes his hands just because of you. Maybe your hands are smaller than his so it makes him feel a bit bigger...he also finds it kinda hot. He also likes his hair and tattoos

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He has a runny and not really sticky cum. He would love to cum in you if you're okay with it. If you're not then he loves cumming on your belly or chest just because he likes seeing you covered in his cum. He also loves seeing you swallow it after sucking him off

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

While you were both in your talking stage, the type of one that you just know the person loves you back yk, he would ask for pics of your outfits. You thought it was a cute gesture from him, but he actually secretly used to get off on them. Its the same when he saw you post a pic with you in a swimsuit. It drove him absolutely insane. You definitely have a secret album in his gallery

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

He for sure had atleast 2 partners before you so he knows what he's doing, but its still a work in progress. He loves learning about you and your body finding out what makes you feel good

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

he's DEFINITELY a cow-girl enjoyer. Watching you bounce on his cock, seeing how your face twists in pleasure? HE LOVES IT!!!

And he loves the ol' missionary, who wouldn't tho? You don't have to move a finger, just existing and being pretty/handsome, while he chooses the pace? Count him in!

I can't forget doggy style- he escpecially loves how his cum drips down on the bedsheets when he creampies you (it'll definitely make him hard again)

I think it's safe to say he'll try any position with you, and if you both like it, he won't have a problem with doing it again ¬‿¬

G = Goofy (are they more serios in the moment? Are they humorous? ect.)

He's definitely more on the goofy side so he's not 100% serious during sex. One time when you were overstimulated and he instead of answering you got really quiet reaching for his phone, the next thing you know his song BOOM BOOM starts playing on full volume. After he had his laugh he stopped the music and got back to work

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? ect.)

Let's be real...he has a bush. He doesn't really shave but will make sure if you mind it or not. If you do so he has no problem with shaving.

I feel like his pubic hair is the same color as his moustache, something like dirty blonde

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

It depens on the mood honestly. He is a bit silly druing it. When it's your birthday he makes the whole day about you, ofc. The sex would be slow and very romantic. I see him most likely being messy rather than clean. He'd be gentle with you in the start but slowly starts to get rougher toward the end

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He seems like that kind of guy who masturbates every day ('case of his high sex drive 'n stuff). But after you guys start dating/sleeping together, he's totally satisfied, masturbating only if you two don't see each other for long (which i think he'd tell you proudly)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He definitely has a degrading kink- lemme explain!! while I think he'd be more on the dominant side, he still loves getting called someting like a 'bitch in heat' or a 'whore' (tho pls praise him afterwards)

Dunno I can call it a kink, but he definitelly has a thing for thighs- no matter how big or small they are, he loves marking you there (if you want to ofc) and most of all, he LOVES cumming on them, he always feels so desperate afterwards too :(

Other thing that gets him going is praising you. It makes his ego thrive to be the one with power, to be the one to make you feel good with his words and he also loves calling you petnames (some of his favourite pet names and nicknames include: pretty thing, love, sweetheart, good boy/girl etc!)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Like i already said he's more on the vanilla side he loves the good ol' bed. He also likes shower sex, he finds it so hot. I also feel like he would want try different places for having sex kinda like all around the house like on the couch, in the kitchen, ect

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

It's literally anything that has to do with you. If you're changing infront of him don't be suprised if 5 seconds later he's up your ass touching all over you body. Also being close to you turns him on so much. You two could be just laying in your shared bed cuddling and he just gets hard from being so close to you

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

Anything to do with piss or shitting. Anything to do with hurting you or anything with age-play, daddy kink etc.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

When i tell you that Joost is a munch i mean it. I mean this video speaks for itself...so he definitely KNOWS how to work that tongue. He loves to eat you out/give you head whenever he can. Waking you up like this is also a must. He loves when you give him head as well. He finds it both cute and so hot when you try to fit his dick down your throat, getting dumb on his cock

P = Pace (are they fast and rought? Slow and sensual? ect.)

This honestly depens on the situation you're in. If its in the morning he definitely likes to slow and takes his time with you. I can so see him waking you up with either eating you out/giving you head

If the sex is after a show or a long time of you two not seeing each other he's definitely gonna be faster and more rough with you because he's just so pent up and missed you so much

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Again i feel like he's not really into quickies. He doesn't mind them before his shows or before you two are supposed to go out somewhere

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? ect.)

He's willing to take the risk honestly. When he's drunk he doesn't really care if somebody catches you two in the act. When he's sober tho he would be a little unsure but if he's really pent up he wouldn't mind giving in

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

He can get a good 2 rounds in if you give him a few minutes to rest after the first one. The 3rd round would be really pushing it for him, but he would try his best for you ofc

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them on a partner or themselves)

I feel like he wouldn't have any toys himself. If you owned one he wouldn't really mind and some time later in your relationship he would also use them on you or even compete with them. Aftewards he would ask you what felt better

If you didn't own any before you started dating I think he wouldn't mind buying a few just to try them out on you later

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

I already said this but he LOVES teasing you. Even tho he's really bad at it and often when you would beg him do to something more he'd give in pretty quickly

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, ect.)

He's not ashamed to moan or cry out your name, he loves to let you know how good you make him feel. He loves being loud just because you told him how hot you find it (cuz tbh who doesn't love a whiny men fr). He doesn't mind the neighbors hearing you two fuck. In short he's really loud

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I'm 100% convinced he had a specific wet dream about having a threesome with you and Aggu. You sucking on his cock, choking on the base, while Aggu fucks you in doggy style, making you moan their names prettily.

X = X-ray (let's see whats going on under those clothes)

He himself once said that he's circumcised so lets get that out of the way. I mean we've all seen some SPECIFIC photos/videos, like the one clip from Glassie Water (right?). So i would say he's a good 16,8 cm, 17 cm if he's really hard (6,6 - 6,7 inches) and lets just say he uses them well. His dick is a little bit curved to the left, not too much tho. The thickest of his dick is not too thick but also not too thin, just the perfect one to strech you out nicely

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Let's be real...he's a horny mf all day long everyday. He knows that his libido is high and would be totally okay if dont want to do anything but will definitely give you the biggest puppy eyes after you say no

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Most of the time he falls asleep quicker than you. Before he does tho he always checks on you to see if you're all set and comfy. He also loves to give you cuddles before falling asleep

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟

-not proof-read so if you see any mistakes my apologies

-hoped you enjoyed reading as much as i did writing this!!

-don't forget to send more asks!

[shouj0]

JOOST KLEINNNNN MWAHMWAH, this would've been a hit last year

made by me !!

[hyperpopelinnn]

Haven't been here in a while...

Description:Joost imposed the idea of going to fryslân for a week in the summer. What happens there though...?

MDNI, 18+ POST

Warnings/tags: fluff, like slow burn to soft sex, p in v with condom, p in v without condom, creampie,

Authors note: Not proof read!,reader isn't implied to be Dutch but is implied to be able to speak Dutch,Google translator Dutch and frisian, hope you enjoy my first fic :>pls note that English isn't my first language so plssss forgive any mistakes! :)

Word count:1,732

Joost was thrilled. The past few days he's been constantly buzzing with energy - texting you every little Update, sending you the weather reports from Leeuwarden like it was breaking news

When you got on the train from Amsterdam to Leeuwarden, he was basically bouncing up and down in his seat,it was adorable to say the least.

After two and a half hours of him not letting you sleep, you finally arrived in fryslân.

You stretched your arms with a yawn, still a bit dazed from the ride, when Joost gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

"Wolkom yn Fryslân," he said,not being able to contain his big, giddy grin.

You couldn’t help but laugh. "Hope you won’t forget Dutch here," you teased, your faint chuckle barely being heard. He chuckled, already pulling your suitcase along like he was on a mission.

His response?"Hope you’ll learn some Frysk here," playfully bumping his shoulder into yours while talking.

You gave him a look — the kind that said "don’t push it" but also "you’re kinda cute for trying."

"Let’s just find the hotel first," you muttered, trying (and failing) to hide your laugh.

After finally waving over a taxi (after 4 failed attempts) you arrive at the hotel

Joost held the hotel door open with a small, over-the-top bow. "After you, mijn koningin."

You stepped inside with a huff of amusement. "You’re so unserious."

The lobby smelled faintly of lavender and wood polish, warm light spilling onto the tiled floors. It was calm, quiet — a sharp contrast to the buzz of the train and Joost’s constant narrating of every passing cow.

"Not bad," he said, nudging your shoulder as you both walked to the front desk.

The check-in didn’t take long. Joost chatted casually with the receptionist in Dutch, tossing you a little smile now and then like he was proud of showing off. Within minutes, you were riding up in the small elevator, Joost humming softly beside you.

The hotel room wasn’t huge, but it was clean and warm. A big bed sat in the middle, fluffy duvets folded neatly, and a small window gave a peek at the street below.

As soon as the door shut behind you, Joost flopped onto the bed with a dramatic groan.

"You’ve been here five seconds," you said, setting your bag down by the chair.

"And yet," he replied muffled into the pillow, "I am one with this bed now."

You let out a quiet laugh, slipping your shoes off. "I’m gonna freshen up quick. Then maybe going out for dinner?"

He raised a thumbs up without moving. "Only if I don’t fall asleep first."

"don't worry i'll wake you up" you say, walking off to the bathroom.

"can't make any promises I'll wake up" he joked, his face now turned to side on the pillow.

As you got out of the bathroom and settled in front of the mirror they had on a desk, his eyes watched you intently, after a minute he spoke up "Hey, can I help..?"

You looked over your shoulder, raising a brow.

"My face isn’t a canvas for experiments, Joost."

He grinned, already getting up and walking over. "Oh come on, I’m very precise. Steady hands. Musical hands, actually."

You rolled your eyes, but handed him the blush anyway. "Alright then, maestro. Impress me."

He took it with exaggerated seriousness, tapping a bit too much powder onto the brush. His tongue peeked out slightly as he focused, gently dabbing your cheek.

"That’s not bad," you said, checking the mirror.

"That’s not great either," he replied, examining his work critically. "Round two?"

A laugh bubbled out of you as he leaned in again, totally absorbed.

"Okay okay," you said, taking the blush back.

"That’s enough artistry for one afternoon."

He flopped dramatically onto the bed again, arms stretched out. "Now I need to get ready."

You smirked, tossing a clean shirt at him. "Then chop chop, sleepyhead."

While you were finishing up your makeup, he pulled his suitcase open and started carefully inspecting each item, fingers grazing the fabrics like he was making an important decision. You glanced over your shoulder. He looked almost too serious about it.

"Planning a fashion show?" you teased.

He didn’t even look up. "This is a fashion show."

A beat passed, then— "Liefjeee, can I pick your outfit today?"

You raised an eyebrow in the mirror. "You trust yourself with that responsibility?"

He gasped dramatically. "Excuse me? I am a visionary."

You chuckled, and before you could even respond, he was already halfway into your suitcase like a man on a mission. Holding up one top, then another, squinting like he was analyzing the emotional backstory of each piece.

"Okay but this color? This would eat. And with those jeans? No one’s ready."

He kept going—five whole minutes of pure hype, throwing compliments like confetti while tossing clothes onto the bed. "You don’t understand how lucky the world is to witness you in this fit," he said, placing his hand over his heart like it physically pained him.

Eventually, you just flopped back on the bed, laughing. "You should be illegal."

"And yet," he smirked, offering you the chosen top like it was sacred, "here I am."

Before you could even argue, he was already halfway into your suitcase, flipping through your clothes like a stylist on a tight deadline. He held up a top, squinted dramatically, then tossed it aside. Then he froze with another in his hands, turned to you with a grin, and in the most exaggerated American accent said,

"Okay but this color? This would eat. And the jeans? No one’s ready."

"let's just go out already"

Arrived at the restaurant, it was soft, cozy, the lights dim, the chairs mismatched, the air reeking of good food, the sound of people talking all over the place.

Joost looked around and let out a satisfied little "Hmm", nodding to himself.

"This is niceeee," he grinned, sliding into the seat across from you. "You see that lamp? It’s crooked. That means the food slaps."

You laughed, shaking your head. "That’s not how restaurants work."

"It is exactly how restaurants work," he shot back, already reaching for the menu but barely glancing at it. His eyes flicked up to meet yours again.

He reached across the table, gently plucking a crumb off your cheek with a teasing little smirk. "Messy eater," he said softly, but his thumb lingered just a second longer than needed.

You rolled your eyes with a quiet laugh, but your skin still burned where he’d touched. "Better than loud chewer," you shot back, watching his grin deepen.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The clatter and chatter around you blurred out, like you were sitting in your own little world. You could feel his gaze settle—slow, thoughtful, warm.

He leaned in just a bit, arms crossed on the table, voice lower now. "Did I tell you how happy I am you’re here?"

You smiled, heart catching a little. "You might’ve mentioned it once or twice."

It made the candle between you flicker like it knew something was about to bloom..

To finish off you each got a glass of wine, or eventually it'd turn into two..?

He raised his glass slightly, "To Fryslân—and to having you here."

You clinked yours against his. "To Joost dragging me to the middle of nowhere."

He laughed, that full, carefree kind that always made your chest flutter. "Rude, but fair."

A few sips in, the buzz started kicking in—warm, cozy, a little light-headed. He rested his chin in his hand, eyes soft as they scanned over you. "You look really good tonight," he said, casual but sincere.

Your cheeks flushed. "That the wine talking?"

He grinned. "Nope. That’s been brewing all day."

You tried to fight the smile tugging at your lips, but it was no use. The mood had shifted—still playful, but there was something else simmering underneath. His hand found yours across the table, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.

The air outside had cooled, but neither of you felt it—your cheeks warm from the wine and something heavier hanging between you. He called an Uber, his hand brushing your lower back as he guided you in.

. His hand slid over, resting gently on your thigh. Warm. Intentional. You didn’t look at him—just leaned slightly closer, and that was enough.

His thumb started tracing slow circles. Not fast. Not urgent. Just… there.

You glanced down at where his hand sat. "Getting bold, aren’t we?"

His voice dropped, barely above a whisper. "Been thinking about you since before dinner. You looked too good."

The car turned a corner, headlights casting brief shadows over his face. His expression didn’t change—still that same soft hunger.

You bit your lip and said nothing.

The rest of the ride was quiet.

Heavy with silence that wasn't awkward—it was charged. Anticipation threading between glances, between breaths.

When the driver finally stopped in front of the hotel, Joost didn’t move right away. He looked at you. You looked at him. And this time, you were the one who reached first.

"Let’s go."

Entering the hotel, he grabbed your hand, interlocking your fingers with his before stepping into an open elevator, pulling you in behind him.

The elevator ride? A whole experience.

He picked you up effortlessly, lips crashing into yours—he didn’t feel like bending down when he could just hold you instead. You melted into it, your mouths moving fast, kisses messy, eager. Tongue brushing your bottom lip, asking—no, begging—for permission.

The elevator dinged.

He stepped out like it was nothing, still holding you, still kissing you when he could. At the door of your suite, he fumbled with the card, finally managing to unlock it without letting go of you.

The second you were in the room, he kicked the door shut behind him and carried you to the bed—surprisingly gentle, like he’d been rough with everything except you.

"God, been waiting all day for this, schatje," he groaned, climbing onto the bed with you. His hands cupped your cheeks as he pulled you into another kiss, deep and eager. One hand trailed down to the neckline of your dress, tugging it down your shoulders, his fingers a little shaky with anticipation.

He broke the kiss for a breath, a string of saliva still connecting the two of you. "You know you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen," he murmured, eyes drinking you in. That smile you gave him was his favourite.

You didn’t reply—just crashed your lips into his again. Your hands worked at his belt, fumbling slightly from the rush. He grinned into the kiss, helping you unclasp it with one smooth motion, letting you unzip his pants. He lifted his hips slightly, letting you slide them down with ease, leaving him in his boxers

Finally separating for some much needed air, he was quick to take off his shirt, leaving him in only boxers. But his eyes never left yours. "Y’know I think this is a bit uneven," he murmured, voice dropping as he laid you back against the pillows, trailing kisses from your collarbone downward. His fingers moved to unclasp your bra with practiced ease, and once it slipped off, his boxers were gone too—when, you didn’t even notice.

His eyes lingered, dark and hungry, fingers lightly tracing down your sides. "Zo fucking mooi…" he murmured, voice low and hoarse, like he couldn't believe you were real. His mouth followed his hands, lips pressing hot kisses down your chest, nipping gently, sucking a mark just above your heart.

He decided to take it a step further, putting one of his hands on your little panties, pushing it to the side, thumb circling your clit.

When your breath hitched, he grinned against your skin. "Je houdt hiervan, hè?"

(You like this,don't you?)

You could only nod, whimpering a soft "Joost…"

His hands slid lower, palming the back of your thighs before yanking you closer with a strength that had you gasping. "Been thinking about this all fucking day," he muttered, voice rough now, impatient. "Every time you smiled, every time you leaned in—I wanted to ruin you right there."

Then he hooked his fingers in the waistband of your underwear, pausing just long enough to tease, "Mag ik…?" (Can I...?)

The way you whispered "alsjeblieft"—needy and breathless—had him growling low in his throat.

As his fingers dipped under the waistband, he paused again—just for a moment—pressing a kiss to your hip. Then he leaned over, opening the bedside drawer like it was the most casual thing in the world. His hand returned holding a small silver packet, flashing you a grin that was far too pleased with himself.

"You put those there?" you asked, breathless, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

He chuckled, tearing the foil with his teeth. "Misschien," he said with a shrug, his accent thick and teasing. "Let’s just say… I had a good feeling about tonight."

"You’re unbelievable."

"Unbelievably smart," he corrected, leaning in to kiss you again, slower this time. “And definitely not about to take chances with the prettiest girl in Fryslân.”

He laid you down on your back, pulling back from the kiss.

He tore the wrapper open fast with his teeth, sliding the condom on with a low grunt. His eyes met yours, pupils blown wide, and for a second he just looked at you—like you were the only thing in the world he could even see.

But halfway through, when you were clinging to him, gasping into his mouth, he pulled back slightly, panting hard.

"kan het niet meer, schatje.. " (can’t do it anymore, baby.. ) he whispered, voice breaking into Dutch from the haze "Baby.. mag ik.." “Zonder… wil je dat?”

(Without… do you want that?)

The need in his voice made your stomach flip. You nodded, tugging him closer again. He pressed his forehead to yours for a second, breathing shaky, before pulling off the condom and slipping right back in—both of you moaning at the feeling of it, raw, real.

You could feel the knot in your stomach forming, nails digging into his back, god, this felt good. You barely had time to think before he spoke, voice rough against your ear,

"On your hands and knees, liefje."

You blinked up at him, not immediately reacting, your mind hazy from what you had just experienced. He chuckled lowly at your dazed state, his hand sliding down your back.

"Kom op, op je handen en knieën," he repeated, firmer this time,the Dutch rolling off his tongue so easily made you crazy.

Without even giving you a second to recover, Joost gripped your hips, lining himself up again.

You barely caught your breath before he pushed into you in one deep thrust, knocking a whimper out of you.

Joost’s fingers dug into your hips, hard enough to leave little bruises for tomorrow.

You barely had time to catch a breath again before he pulled you back onto him, forcing himself deeper inside you than you thought was even possible.

The new angle had you arching deeper than ever before, a broken cry spilling from your lips.

It was overwhelming, the stretch, the fullness, the wet heat between your legs — your mind went entirely blank.

"Fuck," Joost groaned above you, his voice wrecked and low. "Taking me so good, schatje."

You could only whimper in response, thighs shaking, body helpless against the way he used you — still so gentle, still so loving, but so goddamn much.

He slowed down for a second, keeping you pinned there, buried as deep inside you as he could go.

His thumb found your clit again, rubbing sloppy, desperate circles, pushing you over that edge again, before you even had a chance to recover.

The only thing you could hear was his heavy breathing, the obscene sounds of your bodies, and the low, messy praises falling from his lips.

"mooi... mijn meisje," (Pretty... my girl) he groaned, voice absolutely wrecked with need.

His fingers dug into your waist, guiding you back onto him, setting a brutal pace, the sound of skin slapping filling the room.

Your arms gave out, forehead pressing into the mattress as he rutted into you, the stretch almost overwhelming.

You barely registered his hand snaking around to your front, rubbing messy circles over your clit, chasing your second orgasm.

“Kom voor me, schatje. Laat me voelen.”

(Cum for me, schatje. Let me feel you.)

His words were low, desperate — begging.

When you finally came, clenching around him, Joost cursed under his breath, thrusts growing uneven before he buried himself deep one final time, spilling inside you with a broken moan.

He stayed inside for a moment, panting against your back, almost collapsing over you.

When he finally pulled out, he couldn't help but watch, hypnotized, as his cum slowly leaked out of you, thumb gently pressing against your entrance to push it back in.

"Zo vol van mij," (So full of me.)

Your body was shaking by the time he thrusted into you again, and again, grinding himself deep inside you, spilling into you with a broken groan against your neck.

The feeling of him filling you up had you shuddering, tipping into another orgasm you didn't even know you could reach anymore — a third, messier, sloppier high that left you sobbing into the sheets.

You could feel it, his cum leaking out of you already, your thighs trembling from the overstimulation, but he didn’t pull away immediately — he stayed there, chest pressed to your back, his hand still splayed wide over your stomach like he was claiming you.

Finally, after a few heavy breaths, Joost pulled out with a groan, and you whimpered at the loss.

He smirked, grabbing a tissue half-heartedly from the nightstand to wipe you down a little — though his thumb still lazily spread the mess over your inner thigh with a teasing glint in his eyes.

“Ruined you," he murmured, the grin on his face visible.

You were too fucked out to argue.

Instead, you just flopped back onto the bed, boneless and hazy.

Joost chuckled softly, rolling over onto his back next to you.

He reached over to the nightstand again — this time, for a crumpled pack of camel blue.

He lit one, took a slow drag, and then turned his head to look at you, messy and glowing in the soft hotel room light.

He offered the pack toward you with a satisfied look on his face.

“Want one?”

[gagramel-uga-buga]

UNITY ЕДИНСТВО

JOOST ART

I hope you enjoy the art. 🙏

I've been drawing this for about 9 hours, I hope it shows, ahaha

I really enjoyed the new album, But the image of Joost, in this white suit, is amazing.

[ifuckinglovelobsters]

just clips from an ancient relic of a video including joost

translated to english once again but i feel like sharing it anyways

i want to put him in a microwave and watch him spin in circles for two and a half minutes

[sealcowboy]

What if a horror film came on TV when you weren’t home and angel! joost watched it and got really scared/upset and you have to comfort him :(

you’re gone for less than an hour.

just a quick errand. you leave joost on the couch with a blanket, a warm cup of tea, and the remote.

he was smiling when you left, soft and sleepy, wrapped in your hoodie like a cozy little creature. he said he’d probably read. maybe nap. maybe watch something quiet.

you do not expect to return to a living room that feels like a crime scene.

the lights are all on. all of them. even the hallway light, which he normally insists is “too harsh.” the curtains are drawn. the blanket is bunched around his shoulders like a shield. the tea is cold. the tv is frozen on a black screen with red lettering and ominous music humming low in the background.

joost is sitting bolt upright on the couch, pupils huge, wings puffed out in visible distress.

you blink.

“…joost?”

his head snaps toward you so fast it’s a miracle his neck doesn’t crack.

“you’re back,” he breathes, like he’s been clinging to life by a thread.

“yeah. did—did something happen?”

he gestures at the television with one shaking hand.

“evil,” he whispers. “someone made a moving picture about… demons. and murder. and a woman climbing out of a mirror.”

oh.

“was it… the movie that auto-played?”

“it started with a happy family,” he says, horrified. “and then they went into the forest. why do they always go into the forest? nothing good lives in a forest after dusk.”

you walk over slowly, gently take the remote from his lap, and turn the tv off.

he flinches when the screen goes black.

“joost,” you murmur, crouching in front of him. “it wasn’t real.”

“i know that,” he says too quickly. “i understand fiction. but—”

he breaks off, looking genuinely rattled. “they used the voice of a child to lure the protagonist into the basement.”

you press your lips together, trying not to laugh.

instead, you reach for his hands — cold, even though they’re tucked under the blanket — and squeeze.

“did you watch the whole thing?”

“…yes.”

a beat.

“i thought it might redeem itself.”

“did it?”

“the dog died.”

you sit beside him and pull him into your arms without another word. he goes immediately, boneless, defeated, face tucked into your shoulder like he’s trying to erase the entire experience from his brain.

“i hate this place,” he mumbles. “everything’s loud and confusing and death is entertainment.”

“next time,” you whisper, brushing your fingers through his hair, “let’s stick to baking shows.”

he nods miserably.

“and cartoons.”

another nod.

“and maybe no more unsupervised remote access.”

he hums. “agreed.”

[gabberpopexclusive]

new photos of joost & tommy cash at the walter van beirendock fashion show!

via @/fannyrlphotography on insta & tiktok.

[droomgrxxt]

the way joost klein is so much more than a silly dutch guy and actually his music is very deep but the people will never get that cuz look haha silly guy with a silly beat

[olxvvxa]

can he please bring back this hair? maybe? someday? pretty please???

[xoxo0x]

he talks so sweetly I'm gonna cry i love his voice

[filthyd0g]

Bicker, not banter

Plot: you and joost have been arguing non stop. when a storm causes you two to evacuate for the night, will you continue to argue? or will you two finally stop neglecting each other?

warnings: swearing, dry humping, not proofread

edited 6/22/2025 bc i was…let’s js say not with us when i wrote this

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Joost trailed behind you to the hotel elevator, his gaze fixed on you back, the irritation and the urge to argue with you still simmering just the surface. He fidgeted with his hands as you guys made their way up to the room, his jaw clenching as he fought back the urge to snap at you again

"This is just great. Spending the night at a damn hotel."

He muttered, the sarcasm in his voice almost caustic

Your apartment wasn’t an option tonight, since there was a warning to evacuate the Amsterdam area due to an extreme storm. You thought it would be nice to just go to a hotel and finally get along with the man you love. Wronggg.

“Oh im sorry, is it not enough that I took you to a nice hotel to get away from the storm we were prompted to leave from???”

Throwing your bag onto the bed, flopping down next to it, you look up at him with a caustic expression.

"Oh, now you're sorry? How generous of you."

He rolled his eyes, the sarcasm in his voice dripping with almost bitter irritation. The fact that she was actually right, that you had gone out of your way to find a nice hotel for you two to stay in... it only served to annoy him even more. He crossed his arms, his expression still tense and agitated

"Yeah, you've really made this whole situation great, haven't you?"

“Me?? All you’ve done this week is pick fights with me over stupid shit!!”

"Maybe because you're acting like this is some damn casual weekend getaway, instead of a situation that could get us killed?"

He snapped back, his frustration and anxiety reaching a boiling point. He couldn't understand how you could be so nonchalant, so calm... while he was a bundle of frayed nerves and panic. You weren’t any better. You’ve nitpicked everything he did all week. But for good cause. He almost blew up the damn microwave with a fork for christ’s sake!

“Well no thanks to you, we’re not dying tonight. If you panic and I panic, who the hell is going to actually get us out of the house??!”

The bickering was getting to be just too much for you, rolling your eyes as you searched through your bag for a bathing suit. You’ll be damned if you’re going to let Joost ruin this for you.

"Oh, so now it's my fault because I'm panicking? Because I'm scared of this situation we're in?"

He practically spat back at you, the last of his self-control snapping, the dam breaking, his emotions getting the better of him

"Maybe if you weren't so damn calm all the time, I wouldn't be the only one losing their mind here!"

“Oh cry me a river, Joost, seriously.”

As if you had a care in the world, you started to strip, slipping on the bathing suit.

“I can’t do this right now Joost.”

You grabbed your phone and started walking out.

“You’re fucking welcome for taking you here.”

With those last words, the door slams behind you. You left to go to the pool downstairs. Away from whatever storm Joost had brewing in his hormonal system.

He was lashing out, he knew that... but in that moment, he couldn't find it within himself to care.

Joost was left standing in the now-empty hotel room, the silence deafening. The moment the door slammed shut, he let out a frustrated shout, his hands clenching into fists as he paced back and forth across the room, his mind racing

He knew he had overreacted, knew that he had lashed out at you when you didn't deserve it... but damn it, he couldn't help it. He was terrified, and the sight of you being so calm and composed had just pissed him off even more

You on the other hand, were just starting to relax as you slowly dipping your body into the warm water. The pool was empty due to the fact it was about 12 am. The temperature seemed to ease that tension in your mind and body. Finally you’d been able to just decompress without Joost whining in your ear all the time.

He sat up, a determined look in his eyes. He knew he was probably being irrational, that he should probably just wait for you to come back... but the thought of sitting here, alone in this hotel room, was unbearable

He stood up, his mind made up. He didn't care that it was late, that he was only in his jeans and a t-shirt. He was going to find you, and he was going to sort this out right now.

The water gently lapped at your waist as you laid your head in your arms over the ledge, deep in thought. Was this how your relationship will continue?? Do you really want to spend your life fighting with Joost??

When he finally reached the pool, he let out a small sigh as he saw you. His irritation flared for a moment, but the sight of you... in just your bathing suit ... made his brain short-circuit for a moment

“Hey…”

he said while walking up to you slowly.

“Hi.”

Your voice was unpleasantly cold and calm. He didnt deserve the warm welcoming tone you usually had with him.

He shifted his weight slightly, his gaze still fixed on you. The irritation, the anger, the desire... all was still there, and he was trying hard to keep them all in check

"You uh... enjoying the pool?"

He asked casually, his eyes still roaming over your body, unable to look away

“Sure am.”

Your short responses upset him. He knew he was being an asshole, but he felt like you were doing this on purpose now.

“You..mind if I join you??”

With a shrug of your shoulders, Joost stripped down to his boxers, slowly slipping into the water next to you. He let his arms snake around your waist under the water, turning you to face him.

With hesitation, your head came to lay on his chest, the hair tickling your face ever so slightly. The contact felt foreign for a moment, considering all the fighting this week. But, it was nice to have some sort of …normalcy.

He let out a low sigh, his hand on her back continuing to trace soft, lazy patterns over your skin, his thoughts still in turmoil. Your own mind was warring between your desire for him, and your lingering irritation and frustration... but with him so close, it was getting harder and harder to ignore the former.

You shifted against him slightly, adjusting your position, his thigh sliding between your’s, your legs now intertwined in the water.

His thigh pressed firmly in between your legs made impossible for you to think about anything other than him and how good he looked in the water.

Soon you moaned softly, the feeling of him pressing against you, gently grinding against his thigh.

He raised an eyebrow, lowering his head to your ear.

“You’ve no idea how much I miss you, Schat.”

His own hips began to move, grinding his clothed cock on your thigh.

You gasped, you pussy continuing to grind against his thigh and pulls little moans and mewls from your throat. God you missed this, missed him.

“Fuck I can feel your clit rubbing on my thigh.”

His hands reached up to grab the under of your thighs, squeezing them as he continued to grind against you.

Your breaths got slightly heavier, your hips stuttering as you grinded on his thigh.

“Joost..”

Your moans echoed in the empty room, inching closer to your release until you just couldn’t take it.

“I’m so close..”

His lips left wet, open mouthed kisses on your neck.

You realized it’s been too long since you even had any remotely romantic moments, physical and emotional. You also realized you two should probably stop before you get caught.

Joost seemed to realize that as well when he felt your hips slowly ease from his.

The walk back to the hotel room was surprisingly peaceful, like everything that happened before sort of disappeared. But you knew it hadn’t. That’s why it got awkward once you two laid in the bed. You became distant again. You showered separately and didn’t cuddle or say goodnight.

But, as you felt yourself drifting to sleep, you heard his soft voice from behind you.

“I love you, Schat.”

He whispered those words into your ear breathlessly, as if some sort of apology for how the week had been going.

“I love you more.”

There was definitely more that needed to be said, but for now, you two were content for just a moment.

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Guys how did i doooo i chose to do this one instead of my og first fic i was in the middle of writing bc why not. I had to copy paste this from my word docs bc tumblr wasn’t letting me write and post it here:(