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jailbreak.finn.now

🎵 19 years old

he/they (ftm) 🪽

🎹 fictionkin

joost fan 🦴

🤍 joost, tadc, gorrilaz, class of 09, gravity falls, fnaf (and more)

bilingual (german and english) 🪐

i have no clue what im gonna post here... maybe my art maybe my fanfics who knows

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basic criteria, ‼️under 16,‼️darkshippers, proshippers, transphobic, homophobic, racist, mtf jax deniers, ableists, and just in general unpleasant and rude people

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desperate horny virgin trans guy who folds for anyone who calls him a good boy

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my brother just another me

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hello there bnuuy what are you doing at coachella even!

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Joost via ingriddd_ on Twitter

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A fun outtake of Joost

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bro hello welcome aboard this is the safest place to be in joost’s fanddom actually!! first of all — immediately requesting flirty-touchy interaction with male!reader and joost in a dressing room or something. dying to read something like this when joost treats his male partner like gold and back. ty!!!

mwuahaha thank you anon... i kinda took this idea and ran with it... i havent written anything like this in a WHILE so bear with me guys... hope ya like it ˃͈꒵˂͈

BACKSTAGE - joost x reader

content: mlm, rpf, male!reader, established relationship, no downright nsfw - js some grinding, mutual teasing, flirting, both parties are down bad, but it's all sweet and affectionate<3, playful name-calling once

notes: phew i tried my best to proof read it, trust... first fic guys lets gooo im js happy to be writing anything tbh!! happy happy happy

wordcount: 1,496

“you’re supposed to be on stage in like, ten minutes…”

that was the last thing you managed to mumble before joost dragged you off to a more secluded place backstage. at this point, you really should’ve gotten used to these little tendencies of his - chaotic affection, waves of clinginess that came and went, the disregard of anything and everything when it came to spending time with you. if he wanted you, it was really difficult to knock some sense into him. not that you minded at all…

you felt the wall behind you and leaned against it, almost flat out pressing yourself there. maybe you were a little flustered after all, despite being with him for a while now. your head was tilted to the side, face flushed.

joost, however, didn’t seem to be embarrassed at all. there was a grin on his face, involuntary and adoring, as he leaned into you with no shame. his hands had a mind of their own and snaked around your waist to pull you closer, close enough that he could nuzzle his cheek against yours. you squirmed at the feeling of his stubble against your own skin, but reciprocated by subtly turning your head towards him.

“i know…” joost drawled, almost pouting. since he was extremely close to you, his breath warmed the shell of your ear. “this is just… a part of my preparation ritual.”

you knew he was joking; you didn’t need to see his face to know he was biting back a wider smile. it was contagious even like this, so you sighed and decided to play along. your own arms wound up around his neck, and judging by the faint noise of pleasure that sounded from him, that was a welcome move. you couldn’t help but close your eyes when he hugged you more properly, your bodies fitting together well.

“bedankt, schat,” he murmured absentmindedly.

despite the warmth that bloomed in your chest at his gentle tone, you still rolled your eyes playfully.

“yeah, you better thank me for letting you be all over me before getting on stage and telling thousands of people to ‘suck your dick’,” you muttered half-heartedly in response.

joost openly giggled at that, the sound of it sending a shiver down your spine. the nerve of this man to act all sweet like this… another shiver came then, but this time because he pressed a kiss to the edge of your jaw, and kept going. faintly whimpering in surprise, you tilted your head to the side as to give him more space - and hell, he took advantage of that. his kisses trailed down your jawline, to your neck, and the generous amount of them told you exactly how exceptionally clingy he was feeling.

“mhm, you know i only mean it when i say it to you,” he countered, voice muffled slightly against your skin. still, you heard that damn playful edge to it.

you couldn’t really get more flustered or frustrated with him riling you up; you were already arching up into him, your hips subconsciously twitching up against his thigh. when did he slide it between your legs? you didn’t know, but it was now there, and you liked that quite a lot. at any other circumstance, you would already be planning how to take this interaction further, but you were literally backstage, literally minutes away from the show starting…

noticing how restless you were getting, joost took a quick look at your face from the corner of his eye and confirmed that yes, whatever he was doing was working. if he could get any more smug, he did.

“or i could suck yours, y’know,” he added like it was a normal, casual thing to say. “i’m not picky.”

the suggestive offer, combined with the sweet way he was holding and kissing you, threatened to make your head spin. you needed to get yourself together, to understand that he was messing with you, but fuck, it felt all too good. your response was limited to another muffled whimper and your lower body rocking forward on its own accord.

“ooh, someone likes that idea,” joost purred. that tone was not helping your situation. “is that what you want?”

now that was just cruel - were you supposed to not tell him outright that yes, you’re seconds away from getting hard, and simply flirt back casually instead? you just tightened your arms around him like you could avoid the question by hiding against him. he cooed adoringly at your indecisiveness and squeezed you in response, his own face pressed against your neck.

“dat is schattig…” now, he sounded less like he was teasing and more like he was genuinely endeared by how you were acting. “my boy can’t find his words?”

you couldn’t not moan at that sweetly condescending voice. with that shaky sound, you had the bravery to push your hips forward more, to get at least some sort of relief. he felt it and reciprocated immediately, his lower body meeting yours in a way that made both of you groan quietly.

joost went further and once again found your neck, this time using his teeth just a bit to leave a faint mark there. you shuddered both at the sensation and the audacity of him almost biting you like that.

“bad dog…” you breathed out. your frustration was fighting with arousal, and the latter was winning by a margin.

what you didn’t expect was him reacting to that unserious insult the way he did. a low, muffled but definitely real whine sounded from him, accompanied by his hips pressing into you harder. his hands tightened on your waist, head lowered like he was suddenly sheepish. he didn’t have any more teasing remarks now, just labored breathing and an obvious growing need.

you carefully observed his reaction, sarcastically amused despite your own throbbing arousal. now, you were in the same boat - desperately horny and realizing you couldn’t do anything about it.

“hah, are you satisfied now?” you asked him dryly, your own voice slightly hoarse. “gonna go on stage with a boner?”

joost still didn’t let go of you or meet your eyes. he could go from playful to flustered pretty quickly for someone so cocky.

“sorry, honey,” he mumbled against your neck. “i got excited…”

now he really sounded like a scolded dog, and you didn’t have it in you to hold him accountable for something he started. you sighed and tried to suppress your lust with common sense and innocent affection. your hand reached out to ruffle his hair, taking pity on him. the gesture made him press into you more comfortably with a sigh of his own.

for a moment, it was quiet between you two, but the noises of the outside reached you soon enough. that was a reminder - time was running out. joost understood that too, and eventually took a step back. now that you saw his face, you felt an even bigger wave of tender affection. he just looked so adorably guilty and needy that it hurt to think you could only properly be intimate with him after the concert was over.

to ease the tension, you smirked slightly.

“so did the preparation ritual help, hm?” you teased softly.

he smiled in return, still not fully back to his confident self.

“shut up,” he muttered with embarrassment. then, he continued earnestly, quieter, “i don’t regret it, though.”

“i’m sure you don’t.” you rolled your eyes playfully.

pushing off the wall behind you, you stood properly now, releasing him from the embrace. reluctantly, joost did the same and immediately busied his hands with the edge of his shirt, needing to hold something at least.

you watched him for a moment, and ultimately decided to indulge one last time. you quickly leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, chaste and sweet. he barely had time to react, but when he did, he froze for a moment, face flushed.

“c’mon now, get going,” you hurried him, hiding your own giddy smile. “don’t keep the people waiting.”

when you began pushing him towards the door, he went along willingly - he had some common sense left. he cleared his throat and adjusted the front of his baggy jeans. before you could tell him a “see you later”, he turned around to look at you again.

“you better not go anywhere while i’m busy,” he warned, but any seriousness was ruined by how obviously flushed and excited he was.

“you think i’d wanna go anywhere?” you responded, raising an eyebrow. “nah. i’m patient enough.” you paused then, before adding, “unlike somebody else.”

joost giggled again; you had a point. with that, he turned around and began walking off - not without looking over his shoulder and blowing you a dramatic kiss.

“i’m counting on it, schat!”

you watched him leave with a hopeless smile. in the end, you really couldn’t be mad at him for anything. well, here came a few hours of waiting…

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demilypyro

"if Jax is a trans woman she's still an abuser so she's bad representation so the show is transphobic" you're an idiot. you want your blorbos to be perfect ideal angels, I want my blorbos to be realistic, nuanced, flawed human beings, we are not the same. I LIKE that she's messy and fucked up and problematic, I think it's a realistic depiction of how a lot of repressed and traumatized trans women are. I think the show goes to great lengths to explore how and why she is the way she is, and to evoke sympathy for this kind of person. it doesn't excuse her actions but it does make them understandable. and I think the fact women like that deserve sympathy is an idea worth stating and worth shouting. yes she's a bully and she hurt everyone around her and that may never change. she still deserves sympathy.