genuinely hate to do this but im moving to a diff blog !!! @laastmanstandinggg go follow :3
basically i want this acc to be my main blog since i dont use the one i signed up w tumblr for and havent in years ,,, had no idea main / side blogs were a thing until today and since its impossible to make a side a main one i just made a new acc lol
wish i wouldve known before posting my fic but its wtv now
this will be my last post on this acc - again my new acc is @laastmanstandinggg !!!!!! added an extra a to the user so try not to get confused :P
love yall and stay tuned !! planning out my next fic🫶
desc: Joost has many tattoos but they're all only lineart. You decide to change that!
warnings: RPF, pure fluff like tooth rotting but suggestive near the end, sfw overall, use of y/n if that bothers some, probably grammatical errors but i tried
word count: just over 4k
a/n: i really like his smile ,, and his laugh ,,,, and his tummy ,,,,,,, is it obvious ALSO ik this took a hot minute but IT'S OUT NOW YAY :3
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The subtle hum of the heater surrounds you, serving as a reminder of the harsh cold beyond the walls of your home. You can faintly smell the bodywash your boyfriend uses as your head rests on his lap. He's looking straight ahead at the movie you both agreed on. You gave up on the film long ago, however, eyes fixated on the Lola Bunny tattoo on the left side of his neck, scanning the fine lines of ink. Your gaze continued trailing downwards, landing on the KP on his right shoulder, as well as the thick 1983 under it, red complimenting the slight flush of his skin. Your hand reaches out absentmindedly, fingers fluttering as you trace the design. Joost flinches slightly at the unexpected touch, glancing down at your comfortable form on his thighs.
"Is there something on me?" His eyes peer over to where you still trace on his shoulder, searching for something you may be trying to remove. "Yes, actually," you reply through a sheepish smile at being caught, "seems to be ink on you wherever I look." To that he raised an eyebrow, looking equal parts confused and amused. Joost looked at his arm again, almost to confirm you weren't withholding the fact that there was a bug on him. When met with only his familiar tattoos, Joost looked back at you, no longer confused but humored by your response. "What are you talking about?" He giggled, reaching out a hand to brush stray hair from your eyes. You smiled in return, now dragging your fingertips to the robot on his upper arm; Clank, you later found his name to be. Joost shuddered slightly at the featherlight touches, goosebumps sprung at your fingertips. He bites the inside of his cheek slightly, trying to suppress more giggles at the ticklish feeling.
Your fingers continue their journey, Joost releasing a breathy laugh when you cross his inner elbow as you reach the stars surrounding "Albino Sports." Following the circles they lay in, you reach the text, gliding your nail back and forth and only removing your hand after poking the trademark R near the bottom of the tattoo. Meeting his gaze once more, you're met with Joost looking at you fondly, adorning a dopey grin as his thumb brushes under your eye.
"You having fun down there, pretty boy?"
You stammer at his words, never quite getting used to the way he so sincerely compliments you, especially with pet names. You break eye contact and bring a hand - the one previously on his arm - to cover your face, shying away. Joost chuckles at your sudden timid state, feeling your cheek warm under his hand holding your face, he goes to rub your arm with his unoccupied one. "Do you wanna look at my tattoos, schatje?" You peak at him from between your fingers at that, almost unsure if you heard him right.
"I can get into a different position if it helps you, I don't mind. I also don't mind your attention." He ended his sentence with a sheepish grin of his own, glancing away briefly before meeting your eyes again. Removing your hand from your face, you reveal to Joost your giddy smile. "Is that really ok with you, Joosie?"He picks up your hand in response, placing his lips just below your knuckles before he spoke, "Get up for a second, liefje, I'll lay down."
You arose to your feet without hesitation, watching as he shifts to where his back is facing the armrest of the couch. He's about to lie down before he turns to you, "Should I take off my shirt?" Your eyes widen slightly before realizing his intentions; you forgot about the tattoos on his torso. "I'm ok with it if you don't mind." You replied, shifting on your weight. Joost smiling in acknowledgment complies, sliding off his tank top and disregarding it on the opposite side of the couch. He then shuffles downward to rest his head on a throw pillow, hands reaching for the hem of his loose basketball shorts, rolling them up to give you further access to his thigh tattoos. You stare down at where he lay, taking in the sight of his inked form, open and accessible to you. Before he could tease you for staring, you jumped up with an idea.
"Can I color them in?"
Now it was Joosts turn for his eyes to go wide, only with him it was matched with an equally wide grin. His quick and enthusiastic nods lead you to pump your fists up, gesturing for him to stay put while you made a dash to your shared bedroom. You quickly reached the artsy drawer, locating the washable, skin-safe markers.
As you made your way back around the couch, you brought the vibrant box to Joost, showing off the variety of colors about to be on him. He laughed before saying,
"Go crazy, y/n."
You quickly got to work, opening the package and taking out red, yellow, and black. With the absolute genius idea of coloring in the flag of the country, you zero in on the Belgium on his thighs, placing the rest of the markers aside. Joost flinches slightly when you initially start, the tip of the wet marker a cold contrast to his warm skin. He relaxes into it as you continue, the soft strokes of the damp tip now soothing as you color in each of the three color sections you assigned inside the country.
You finish Belgium with a proud huff, putting the markers back and looking up at your boyfriend who looks back through droopy eyes. "Tada! What do you think? Which should I do next? How did it feel? Is it ok if I continue? Are you okay with that?"
Joost laughs at your rapidly fired questions, nearly bouncing waiting for his response. "You stayed in the lines, very good! You're ok to continue, silly. I'm fine with anywhere on me." Laying back down, he moved his hand to briefly ruffle your hair. As he does so, you glance at his other hand. 1982, uncolored, practically asking you to change the fact.
So you do, reaching for it and the markers, fishing for purple and orange. Holding onto his fingers after locating your desired colors, you notice Joosts other hand not leaving your head. Rather it begins playing with your hair, combing through the strands as you pop open the markers. You decide to alternate the two colors on each number. His fingers alternate between twirling the strands of your hair and scratching your scalp while you focus on keeping the temporary ink within the fine lines of the numbers. The end results come to be pleasing visually on his knuckles. You hold his hand on display to his face, anticipating his approval. As such, Joost smiles softly while reaching his hand down from in your hair to boop your nose, making you scrunch and both of you snicker.
This process repeats for some time; you color in his minion maid, Tasmanian devil, hedgehogs, CD, crazy frog, even revisited Clank with a splash of pigment. Just as you finish the spiral patterns in the multi-pointed star on his shoulder, you stand to stretch, relieving the ache in your limbs, your wrist in particular. Joost notices and joins you, his arms raising above his head as various loud pops come from his back, followed by an exasperated sigh-groan from your boyfriend. The two of you laugh out loud, his head craned as he continues to stretch. You take this opportunity to really look at him, admiring both his body and artistic modifications, your temporary ones included. He looks like a true piece of art, bringing you back to your notebooks in school for classes you never paid mind to; full of doodles and drawings.
Your gaze lands on his torso, rayquaza on his ribs highlighting the curve of his waist. His tummy as well, the plush spilling slightly over the band of his boxers, flesh soft and fuzzy and warm and - in your humble and slightly feral opinion - his best part. You mentally curse over Joosts lack of tattoos there, rendering you with no excuse to feel him there, to caress his pudge, stimulate the nerves with markers and your touch. You think of the noises he'd make as your fingertips trace down from his sternum, tummy, happy trail, down his happy trail; feeling each hair stand from the sensitive skin they grow.
"Like what you see, lieverd? Or are you planning your next artwork?"
Heat rises to your cheeks at you glace up, Joost grinning knowingly as he rests his forearms on the top of his head, no longer stretching rather showing himself off. He knows how to play with your head, putting his weight on one leg to further accentuate his curves. Finding yourself unable to articulate, you turn away, facing your back to him as you cover your face in your hands. Joost chuckles at your reaction, stepping to your curled-in form to snake his arms around your waist. "There's no need to be shy baby, you know you can look at me all you want." He says half-teasingly half-endearingly, placing his lips on the back of your head, breath lingering just above your neck.
You do the exact opposite, however, further shying away with a small giggle. Joost continues to kiss your hair, squeezing your torso in the process. Slowly, he turns you around, never stopping his affection, before relocating it to your lips, connecting the two of you. Returning with a smile, you wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. Joost also grins, so wide that you place a peck to his teeth.
Reluctantly pulling away to touch your foreheads together, you both take a moment to catch your breath. Once you open your eyes, you're met with a smile you've come to love, dimples showing more than ever. His lips are slightly swollen, prominent with a smile so big and sincere that his eyes squint; nearly closed, nearly masking their breath-taking blue but unable to hide his love and adoration for you. His cheeks are dusted in pink, and you can feel the warmth of his neck from where your arms rest around it.
Joost holds and looks at you like you are his entire world, and he finds you to be no less. He would trade you for nothing but would trade everything for you, and his eyes say as such. His thumb finds your hip, rubbing tender circles on the bone, palm cupping the curve between your rear and thigh. His other hand holds the small of your back, puling you impossibly closer to him. Placing your head above his clavicle, you plant a kiss to his neck before fully embracing him in a loving hug.
He returns it with zero hesitation, his head back atop your head as he breathes in your shampoo. If time froze where you are now, you would have no reason to reset the clock; staying in Joosts arms is a fate you'd avail yourself to.
Time seems to actually have stopped before you two separate again, your hands rest just above his chest and his still on your hips. Before you have the chance to speak, Joost quietly gasps as his gaze lowers slightly, laughing softly while shaking his head. You raise an eyebrow at this, looking down at yourself before you notice what he found so funny; the marker on his arm had smeared on your shirt - well, it was his shirt but you were just wearing it for now, definitely had every intention of giving it back - the various colors prominent against the white fabric.
"Oh."
At your realization, Joost doubles over laughing, his head slumped and his shoulders shake. Boisterous and carefree laugher surrounds you, far too contagious before you join him. Soon, you both find yourself back on the couch, now giggling for no apparent reason other than glee. You slump on him, cheek pressed against his untattooed shoulder as you both lay recovering. While doing so, yet again you look down at his body, once more inspecting his colorless rayquaza above his delicious pudge.
Damn, back to square one.
Luckily, Joost still is catching his breath, too distracted to tease you. Before you let your rabid thoughts take over, you force yourself to glance up at his dopey grin, bringing a smile of your own to your face at the sight. He notices your attention shift, meeting your equally happy expression and sticking his tongue out. You scoff at his silly antics smile never leaving before speaking, "You're so weird. Why are you so weird? Weirdo."
He mocks offense, clutching his non-existent pearls - an even funnier sight given he was still shirtless - grasping at nothing. You snicker at his exaggeration rolling your eyes playfully. His eyes narrow at you, face now unreadable. His silence is not ignored, bringing your focus back to your boyfriend. Joost remains unmoving, unreactive to your growing nervousness.
"Erm…Joost? What are yo-"
Cut off by a noise only describable as a roar-cry. he lunges at you, arms wrapped around you fully as you shriek in surprise. He brings the both of you down, pillows flying askew as you land back on the couch cushions. He holds you in place, your entire person engulfed in his; four legs tangled together with your arms pinned between his and your chest. You're cut short of the opportunity to protest before Joost strikes; kissing every inch of your face he can reach.
Squealing, you're quick to dissolve into giggles. He smiles between the rapid-fire pecks, purposely featherlight and far too quick for you to get used to. The combination melts you, victim to an ambush equally giddy and ticklish as you further lose yourself in his grasp. He joins your laughter between kisses, blowing a quick gust of air to the shell of your ear to hear the increase in your pitch. This causes him to collapse onto you, now fully laughing as yours is slow to die down.
Joost is still snickering once you regain your composure. Deciding revenge is nothing but necessary, you wriggle your hands from under him, pinching his sides before he can register your movement. An unhuman yelp escapes him, jumping off you with his hands in a dramatic fighting stance. You snort at him, shifting to sit up fully. Again, he narrows his eyes. anticipating your next attack. Your hands go up to signal your surrender. Huffing out a breath, Joost lowers his own hands.
"I'm guessing you still wanna fill in raquaza, y/n?" Smiling, you shrug, feigning uncertainty even though both of you knew otherwise. "I mean, do you want me to? It's not like I care or anything. Like, at all."
With a knowing smirk, he sat back down next to you, resuming his previous position laying on the armrest. He leaned down to where the box of markers were and handed them to you. He didn't need a confirmation from you; with how you were practically eating him with your eyes earlier, he knew good and well you wanted to get your hands on him. You shot him a glare before surrendering and taking the markers from him. A self-aware Joost was dangerous, so you figured it be best to submit now rather than him tease you to oblivion where you're too flustered to give in.
Once you pressed the emerald marker to his skin, he flinched again. This flinch, however, wasn't like the one earlier from when you started; it was more intense, accompanied by a small gasp Joost failed to suppress. You briefly halted your art before deciding it wasn't something to pay any mind to. When you resumed, however, he flinched yet again, followed with a quiet giggle.
Oh, yes. Hell yes.
Now it was your turn to be Mr. know it all, only this time you refused to show it.
You continue coloring as if you hadn't just schemed the most mischievous plan, acting oblivious to his trembling frame and white-knuckle grip on the edge of the couch. Then you pick up the pale green marker, allowing him a short break before resuming without warning, forcing a strained whine from him. Nearly failing to suppress your smirk, you raise an eyebrow at him. You look up to Joost with his eyes squeezed shut, lips pressed together in a thin line - a rare sight for his plump lips - and an adorable shade of pink decorated his face. "Is there something wrong, Joosie?"
He forces an eye open to look at you, only to turn his head away the second he makes eye contact; you know what you're doing and he knows it. But he refuses to give in, refuses to lose this unspoken bet you've placed together.
"I-I'm just fine, don't worry about me. Dandy like cANDY AS-as they sahay!"
While his attention is elsewhere, you quickly get the pink and return to coloring, filling in the small detailing of the creature with quick and heavy strokes to ensure he feels every brush.
And feel he does; you look back up at Joost after you decide to recolor the pink sections of rayquaza, wanting to tease him more. His eyes remain closed, but his mouth is curved into a dorky grin, dimples more apparent than ever as he tries with all his might to suppress his building laughter. He's holding back much better than you anticipated, you thought by the time you were nearing your full second filling of rayquaza's final touches.
So, you decided to abandon the gimmick; time to play naughty.
You move your free hand to his waist, just above the hip where your favorite curves of his were. Here, you start to pinch wildly without stopping your drawing, knowing he wouldn't be able to hold back from both attacks.
And you were right; his reaction was immediate. Joost let out a squawk before bursting into giggles. He reaches for your wrist before he can think about it, entire body jolting. You tsk, shaking your head in disapproval before speaking, "Hold still, you goof, you're gonna mess me up!"
Reluctantly, he removed his grasp on your arm, settling to cover his eyes. This brought more focus to his smile; that beautiful, precious smile of his you can never seem to get enough of. The world seems to stop spinning whenever you see it, not even the sun could compare to how he beams at you.
Especially now, where he's laughing himself silly under your fingers.
After making your third round of pink, you decided to surrender the act, tossing the marker aside and latching both hands onto his sides, scratching at the soft skin. Joost shrieked, curling away from the new touch but leaning more into your other hand in the process. This brought a new wave of laughter. High pitched, breathy, lively; so genuine in a way that made your heart skip a beat. He was so beautiful. His laugh, smile, rosy cheeks, body;
and he was yours.
All yours, no one else.
Too busy admiring your boyfriend, your hands began to slow unbeknownst to you, gradually coming to a full halt. Though they stay on him, holding his sides while feeling the rise and fall of his stomach as he catches his breath. Airy giggles occasionally fall from his grinning face, smile so bright it could light a ballroom for years. Joost dragged his hands up to his hair, brushing through the platinum blonde before he caught you staring. Only this time, you didn't look away.
The two of you laid there for some time, smiling at each other like idiots. No words were spoken - not like they needed to be. Not when you could feel Joost fawning at you stretched over him, at your hair that falls so gently on the same face that he covers in kisses daily, at your eyes so hypnotizing which he's stares into more times that he can count; at your smile the same way you are to his.
Despite his infatuation, he can't help but tease, "You're evil, you know that?" Your smirk grows impossibly wider at that, reaching a hand to squish his cheeks together. "I know you love my evil."
Joost rolls his eyes at you, "It'sh shcary that you abushe your powerw." Chuckling at his impaired speech, you further press his face together, lips squishing as you sit up to kiss them. You release the pressure on his face, settling for just holding his jaw to allow him to return the affection. He places his palm on the back of your head, pushing you closer to him with his fingers intertwining in your locks. His other hand finds your waist, guiding you to shuffle onto his lap. You followed his lead and set yourself atop him, feeling a small noise escape his throat at the shift in weight. Your second hand trails up, leaving his waist and finding his chest, rubbing the coarse hair. You drink in the soft groan Joost lets out at your touch, melting at the way your warm hand caresses between his pecs.
Both of your breathing picks up speed; mouths open slightly between desperate pecks. The air gets hotter; you get hotter. Joosts hand slides down to your nape, squeezing not enough to choke but more to ground himself. You huff at the pressure, softly moaning into his mouth. You feel him smirk against yours, he alternates between scratching at the base of your hair to squeezing your nape. Slowly, you lose yourself in the kiss, mind blank save for the feeling of Joost under you. He can feel it too; you surrendering control to him with how you lean into his touch.
His grip on your hair tightens, gently pulling up at the strands to break the two of you apart. You look into his eyes - foggy with desire and want. He looks just about ready to devour you whole before he's interrupted.
A jolly tune plays, echoed slightly from your hallway to the living room where you both reside. You recognize it to be your washing machine; you had forgotten you put a load in earlier. Your eyes move between Joosts and the hallway, unsure if you should continue or risk your clothes growing mold. He deadpanned at you, trying to seem disappointed but clearly light-hearted; he was struggling to keep his smirk at bay. Eventually, you sighed before finally breaking the small silence, "Damn, I'm sorry Joojoo, I should probably get that."
He only giggled in return, waving a hand to dismiss your apology. "No worries, liefje, I don't mind. We can always resume later." His grin only widened, wriggling his eyebrows dramatically, pulling out a giggle of your own. "Sure, sure, you freak. Get up first, let me admire my work." You said before scooting off him to your feet.
Joost followed suit, standing in front of you as he struck various goofy poses, sticking his tongue out in the process. You snorted at him, puzzled yet amused by his odd behavior. While you take in his now colored tattoos, you see that - shockingly - rayquaza is near perfect, with only a few streaks of pink outside the lines. Despite the miracle, you decide to tease him for it. "You see? This is because you didn't sit still, dork." You critique with a poke to his tummy, forcing a strained screech, grabbing your wrist on instinct. "GAH! - Okay, you villain! Go get the clothes before they're covered in spores." You rolled your eyes with a smile, bringing up your hand held by him to place a quick peck to his knuckles before walking away. You made it halfway down the hallway before you heard Joosts voice again,
"You know, handsome, I have other tattoos that want to be colored in. I'm taking off my pants for when you come back, schatje!"
Suddenly, you couldn't wait to finish the laundry.
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lowkey my first fic in years (had an old acc a while back) so its a wee bit rusty at parts but im still proud of how it came out and hope yall enjoyed reading as much as i did writing :D🫶
decied to start writing for joost !! especially w the lack of male reader fics ,,, working on smth revolving around his tattoos bc he has so many and i love them and i cant help myself hai !!!!!! hoping to get this out by the end of this week but honestly no promises lol here are the first 2 paragraph of what i got - enjoy :3
words : 301 under cut
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The subtle hum of the heater surrounds you, serving as a reminder of the harsh cold beyond the walls of your home. You can faintly smell the bodywash your boyfriend uses as your head rests on his lap. He's looking straight ahead at the movie you both agreed on. You gave up on the film, however, eyes fixated on the Lola Bunny tattoo on the left side of his neck, scanning the fine lines of ink. Your gaze continued trailing downwards, landing on the KP on his right shoulder, as well as the thick 1983 under it, red complimenting the slight flush of his skin. Your hand reaches out absentmindedly, fingers fluttering as you trace the design. Joost flinches slightly at the unexpected touch, glancing down at your comfortable form on his thighs.
"Is there something on me?" His eyes peer over to where you still trace on his shoulder, searching for something you may be trying to remove. "Yes, actually," you reply through a sheepish smile at being caught, "seems to be ink on you wherever I look." To that he raised an eyebrow, looking equal parts confused and amused. Joost looked at his arm again, almost to confirm you weren't withholding the fact there was a bug on him. When met with only his familiar tattoos, Joost looked back at you, no longer confused but humored by your response. "What are you talking about?" He giggled, reaching a hand out to brush stray hair from your eyes. You smiled in return, now dragging your fingertips to the robot on his upper arm; Clank, you later found his name to be. Joost shuddered slightly at the featherlight touches, goosebumps sprung at your fingertips. He bites the inside of his cheek slightly, trying to surpass more giggles at the ticklish feeling.
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to be finished when it is finished🫶hopefully soon tho hehe
