#ski aggu fanfic

[joostsblog]

I really love all your Joost fics, and thank you so much for the Aggu crumbs 💕

Do you take Aggu requests too? There’s this one Aggu tiktok (the grape video) and I was wondering if you could do an Aggu x Reader where reader is the one feeding the grapes jokingly at first, but then it turns into something intimate

Yes, I saw the grape video and I think I get appeal 😌 This is a shorter one but I hope you enjoy it anyway & I hope it's fine with you that I also snuck a bit of Joost x reader in there 🤭

caught in the middle part one: picnic day ~ a Ski Aggu / Joost Klein x reader series

My masterlist here ✨💌 caught in the middle series masterlist

Pairing: Ski Aggu x reader (also a sneaky Joost Klein x reader, sry i had to)

Description: A cheeky joke between two friends turns into something different.

Word Count: 0.9k

A/N: THIS IS A SERIES NOW! Read part two here!

I usually don't write for Aggu but loved this idea so here you go💌 requests still open although I can't promise too many as I'll be on vacation the next two weeks ☀️ if you liked it, you can show your support by leaving a reblog 🫶

Warnings: mention of weed, not proofread

"Aggu!" you said with a big smile as you saw the blonde man walk up to you.

"(Y/N), what's up?" Aggu asked while engulfing you in a hug.

"Nothing much, you're the first person to be here," you shrugged and motioned to the picnic blanket you had already spread out on the grass.

"I expected nothing else," Aggu laughed and sat down on the blanket.

The both of you had a reputation within your friend group for always being punctual while everyone would be late. You were glad that at least you weren't the only person and secretly you liked it because it meant that every time you would hang out in a group you would get Aggu an extra 15 to 30 minutes just to yourself. So you couldn't complain, really. It was a warm late spring day, summer just around the corner. The park was lively but not too packed. Aggu was wearing a tight football jersey which hugged his figure and especially his upper arms very nicely.

It had only been recently when you looked at Aggu with different eyes. It happened when you were out partying a few weeks ago and the music was so loud, the club was so packed that you stood so close to Aggu that he had to lean down to you and closely whisper into your ear to tell you something. When the hairs on your arms shot straight up and suddenly you got all shy around him. Prior to this moment, you didn't know that Aggu could have this effect on you (maybe because before that Joost was all you could think about but right now your mind was preoccupied with the German rapper). Since you caught your little crush on Aggu that only grew by the minute you really appreciated how much of a flirty personality he had. Any joke or touch you shared would never be taken in the wrong way by him, that you were sure of.

"I got us some beer and cookies," Aggu announced as he unpacked the goods from his bag. "Also this," he held up a packet of weed. He laid down on his side only propped up by his elbow.

"Nice," you grinned. "I brought some hummus and veggie sticks and some grapes," you pointed to the food already on the blanket.

"I would love some grapes right now," Aggu pointed to the packet of grapes in front of you.

"Be my guest," you said.

"But I'm so comfortable right now," Aggu pouted. "Will you feed them to me? Please?" he said with a cheeky smile. You rolled your eyes.

"Whatever," you said and opened the package. You didn't make the effort to actually pluck the grapes from the vine. He'll have to do that himself, you thought. Instead, you just scooted a bit closer to Aggu so you could comfortably reach him. You dangled the vine of grapes above his head so that he could reach the grapes with his mouth.

Aggu shot you a quick shot and a grin before he opened his mouth and took some of the grapes into his mouth. You realised the position you put him in really didn't help you to cure the crush anytime soon. You watched Aggu's face intently. How sharp and godlike his jawline looked from the side. How lush his lips looked as they wrapped around the grapes. How he closed his eyes as if he was leaning into a kiss. How the stubble on his face might feel against your fingers or maybe even between your thighs. You tried to ban those thoughts to the back of your head immediately.

"You also want one?" Aggu asked after he swallowed.

"Sure," you said and before you could pick a grape yourself Aggu went in again and plucked a single grape from the vine using his mouth.

He nodded and angled his head upwards to you, the grape positioned between his front teeth. There really was no way you could misread the invitation Aggu was sending you right now. You bit your lip and put your hand on Aggu's shoulder before you leaned down, your heart almost beating out of your chest. Your lips softly touched Aggu's as you took the grape and sucked it into your mouth. Instead of pulling back you suddenly felt Aggu's hand on your cheek, holding you just in place. Now your lips were properly pressed on Aggu's. The kiss was soft and sweet and yet you could feel arousal building up inside your lower stomach, wishing you could be in private and alone with Aggu right now.

"Are we interrupting something?" you heard your friend Bianca's amused voice behind you.

You let go of Aggu and looked up at her, embarrassment overcoming you. Behind Bianca was Joost who you noticed didn't look so amused like Bianca, his facial expression blank. You let go of Aggu's shoulder as you shifted your position beside him.

"What's up?" you asked the two of them nonchalantly and Bianca started ranting about the Tinder date she had been on just last night.

You could feel Aggu shifting closer to you again as he leaned over to whisper in your ear. Just for a second, your gaze crossed Joost's stare across from you but before you could even react he quickly looked away.

"If you're free tonight we can continue this," Aggu's voice seductively danced over your ear and you smiled.

"I'd like that very much."  

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READ PART TWO HERE // series masterlist

[lichenes]

OMG I'M SO GLAD SOMEONE IS WRITING ABT SKI AGGUUUUU. there's so many joost fics (which I love) but I've been looking for aggu fics in the depths of the internet for soo long ( ´_ゝ｀)

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anyways, can i please request something where the reader catches the eye of aggu during a concert or smth, and the whole interaction between them is cute and flirtatious? ski aggu is a BIG ladies man, so, reader is obviously falling for his pick-up lines ect. thank you!! ^3^

Literally! Where are the Aggu fics?? I've seen edits of this man with 19k likes on tiktok and literally noody is posting abt him here!! Anyway! Once again, need him biblically. I'm a sucker for irl scenarios :"") Loosely based on that one video of sbd holding Aggu's hand; jealous. Enjoooy<3 CW: flirting wc: 686

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The crowd, alongside you, was singing the lyrics to “wie du manchmal fehlst”. You were standing in the first row, mesmerised by Aggu’s form. Throughout the night he would run around the stage but during this song he walked closer to the crowd. You realised at that moment that he was making a beeline for you. You quickly thanked your earlier self for wearing something revealing and extended your arm towards him. 

When your fingers connected with his own your brain short-circuited. Suddenly the room started spinning. You were literally holding Aggu’s hand. You kept singing hoping your singing skills were satisfactory, if he heard them. He looked down at you and gave you a smile as if to reassure you that it was happening in real life. You saw his grills alongside the grin he flashed you and my god, did he look good from that point of view.

He moved around near the crowd for a moment more and went back to his usual theatrics. You got a video of him holding your hand which might’ve been the happiest moment of your life so far. He moved away from you after a moment of closeness to get close to other fans, avoiding holding hands with anyone else. The song was one of the last ones he performed so not long after he said his goodbyes he walked backstage. 

After the concert Aggu posted a story in English pertaining to the person who held his hand. It so happened to be you. You dm’d him, sending the video as proof if he wanted it. He didn’t answer quickly. Your anxiety was rising with each passing hour. Suddenly when you were just about to go to sleep, you heard a notification. “How’d you like the concert?” 

You couldn’t believe this. “I loved it!! I honestly was sooo happy when I got the tickets and-” You stopped for a moment, deleting the message entirely. “It was lovely!” You tried to seem nonchalant but it couldn’t be denied that you were fucking texting The Ski Aggu. He sent you a voice message.

…

Holy shit. Did he expect one back? What did he say? What was even going on?! “Mmm, glad you liked it. I couldn’t help but notice such a beautiful person among the crowd.” It was only a few seconds long but it made your heart flutter like a ballad sung by the greatest singer to ever live. You gathered all your courage and pressed ‘record’. You rambled for a minute straight and when your phone buzzed with the message reaching its full capability you decided against sending it. ‘Okay. We can do this.’ You thought about what you wanted to say and attempted to try again. Then a message popped up. “Hesitating gorgeous?” 

…oh my god.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” You responded, quickly regretting your decision. He saw the message and started typing. “Good.” Your heart stopped for a second. You pressed record and began rambling once more. Sent. Okay. Alright. “You’ve got a voice as gorgeous as your face angel.” The answer came quicker than you expected. He sent another voice message. “I was thinking, maybe you’d like to meet up today? I heard you’ve got great clubs here.” 

You were frantically getting ready, suddenly forgetting how to do eyeliner and what clothes suited you the best. “I’m here.” You read the message in your notifications. You brushed your teeth quickly and ran out the door, almost breaking a leg on the stairs. You saw him in his car waiting, scrolling through tiktok. He was wearing his usual clothes and you started feeling a bit too overdressed. His reaction to your appearance swept you off your feet. 

“Hi dov-” Looking up from his phone he saw what he would describe as the embodiment of the word breathtaking. His jaw almost went slack from seeing you in those clothes. “My goodness, you’re even more beautiful now. How’d you do that?” You blushed. “Tried my best with what I have.” He looked at you with lust in his eyes. “Oh and you’ve got so much.” 

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[zyonsay]

Parisienne im Mund SKI AGGU

Summary: Shooting the Balla Balla MV!

Reader: Genderneutral

Warnings: Smoking

Now playing: 'Balla Balla' by Ski Aggu

AN: Heya everyone! Finally some Ski Aggu content! I feel like there's such a lack of fics about him, which probably is since he's a german artist who doesnt cater to anyone besides german speakers- At least thats how i imagine it?? Anyways! This was really hard to write cuz in my mind lil bro does NOT speak english, which makes it sooo difficult for me to make him speak english. Idk, maybe im just yapping. Alsooo!! I mostly write male readers but i thought since theres barely any ski aggu fics i‘d give a lil treat to fem aligned people too :)

 Die, die ich date, hat uns Karten für die Oper gekauft Doch ich kann heut nicht, weil ich mich mit meinen Govas besauf' Jemand legt mir eine Peitsche, doch die macht mir nichts aus, Weil ich hab' viele tolle Ranzen wie Scout

A row of dressed up people stood around, waiting for their cue. You were currently doing a favor for your friend from Hamburg, Luca. Recently he made more time for his main passion, filming music videos and social media content. Long story short, his buddy needed a bunch of people for a music video and since you owe him a favor, you gladly came along.

Ja, ich bin ein heißer Atze, ich tanz' bauchfrei im Club Hol' meinen Perso raus, doch nicht, weil ich mich ausweisen muss

The camera panned around the entrance of the club and music filled the room. Just beforehand you were personally introduced to the man in whose music video you’d appear.

“Hey, das ist Y/N. Basically meine rechte Hand.” Luca placed his arm around your shoulders, pulling you slightly into him while smiling widely. “Oh hey, danke fürs kommen!”, you blinked for a second, your german was sadly quite rusty. “Oh umm, sorry but my german is absolute shit.”, you pursed your lips shyly. The young guy in front of you smiled. “No problem! I’m Aggu by the way.” He held his hand out to dap you up. You interlinked your own hand with his. “Nice to meet you, love your music.” A genuine smile spread across your lips, which he immediately mirrored. He was known to wear a ski mask, but right now you were glad to be able to look into his blueish grey eyes. Something was drawing you to him, maybe his sharp features, his messy blond hair or the crooked but sweet smile. “Thanks! I’ve heard so much about you from Luca.” You tilted your head, nudging your friend who was still next to you. “Only good things, right?”

The smoke machines were going ham and the air inside the rented club was getting way too hot. Someone had brought along a bubble gun, so colorful glycerin blobs now bobbed through the air and occasionally landed on a person’s head. “Ok, nächster Take in 3, 2, 1!” Luca began filming and just how the instructions earlier had said, everybody started jumping around and dancing, mimicking the nightlife at a club. Music boomed trough a speaker, helping Aggu keep the pace and time his gestures correctly. The lights flashed, you purposely spilled your drink while dancing, the messier it looked, the better. It all began to feel more and more like a fever dream. Aggu had lit a cigarette and was wildly gesturing at the camera while singing to the lyrics, the melody of which flowed through the crowd.

Ich rapp' darüber, was in meinem Leben passiert, Treff' 'ne Granate im Backi, die meine Nägel lackiert, woah, mh Sie sagt mir: „Komm, wir gehen von hier“ Weil der Backstage Arsch ist wie ich später bei ihr.

Next up was a scene at the backstage, Luca had insisted stubbornly that you should play in that scene. Two seats were smushed into a corner and a few things were thrown around to make it look messy. You propped yourself in one of those seats, facing Aggu. He was rapping about something something nail polish, but all you knew is that you had to whisper in his ear for a take. Carefully, you leant closer to him, your back was turned against the camera. His scent was intoxicating, a light hint of smoke lingered on him. Feeling a bit cheeky, you laid your hand on the front of his shoulder, practically resting yourself against him. A slight flush spread across your cheeks at the proximity, you were thankful that the camera wasn’t filming your face.

Aggu leant over the bar and let out an exhausted huff. “Fertig!”, Luca grinned from one ear to another. The takes you had now were pretty damn good and even though it was fun, everybody was happy to finish the video shooting. “You ok?” You spun around on one of the barstools. “Hm?”, he hummed while tiredly lifting his head from where he was resting it, buried in his arms. “Yeah, just tired. But I’m happy with how it turned out.” You nodded lightly, stopping your endless spinning. “C’mon, I’ll sponsor you a Cig.” Even under the ski goggles you could see his eyes light up.

You placed a cigarette between your lips and then held out your pack of Parisiennes to him. The two of you were sat on the step of some stairs at the back entrance of the club, your legs touching. “You got fire?”, a slightly embarrassed look flashed over your face. Somehow you always forgot to bring your lighter – or you lose it by the time you need it. “Mhm.” Aggu hummed. He had taken the ski goggles off and once again you found yourself glancing at his eyes. He expected you to take the lighter into your own hands, but you just held your cigarette in place and leaned in towards him. A few strands of hair loosened and fell into your face. He couldn’t help his breath hitching at the closeness, he could smell your cologne. It smelled like green tea mixed with a minty undertone, or to put it differently, a breath of fresh air. It took Aggu a second to register your movement, but he then reached his lighter forward, holding the flame to the cigarette between your lips. The orange light illuminated your face and made it glow; he was mesmerized. Your eyes fluttered open and you caught him looking at you, a slight smile spread across your lips.

Ich bin balla-balla Komplett gaga Parisienne im Mund, ich bin ein toller Macker

With a sweet, slightly stupid grin he lit his own cigarette. A light chuckle escaped you, he seemed to fancy you as much as you fancied him. He took a long drag of his cigarette before leaning against your shoulder, the nicotine rush fuzzing up his mind.

Ich bin balla-balla Komplett gaga Ihr Swag 2010, sie trägt einen Rock mit Brakka

[lil1sbones]

I NEED A SKI AGGU FIC RN. 🙏

[bbtoni]

Written for Joost Klein/ ski aggu but no names begin called

Autumn/winter depression

Another day that brings me nothing, I don't see him or his eyes, which are so beautiful His hands don't seem warm on mine, but they seem so cold on his

His soft hair where my hands can sink so easily

But even after I don't get all that, the worst thing is that I can't put my body on top of hisClose your eyes and just forget everything that worries me

I notice how the gray shower from outside continues to absorb me

In the middle of autumn you get crushed quicker than you think

It's just preparing you for the even grayer winter that lies ahead

However, he will be with me, my sun, who illuminates even the dark days with his bright nature His eyes sparkled when he saw me, in the middle of the gray and colorless place that was just waiting to drag you into ruin My arms swing around his neck, find their usual place there and slowly go into his hairline

'God I missed you'

"I like you too and now let's go in otherwise we'll get too cold"

'You can never get cold' The paths slowly lead us to the place where everything is full of color, but outside it continues to be so dreary The colors seemed balanced by the thick fog that almost enveloped us

[celefrfr]

being an undercover (half) horny joost fan is hard 😔 (im smoked if anyone that knows me outside of tumblr finds this)

[idkwhatooputhere]

Jealousy Under Berlin Lights

The night in Berlin was vibrant, every corner of the city teeming with life. "Friesenjung" had been an unexpected hit, and the mood among your group was euphoric. Aggu, Joost, and you decided to celebrate the success in one of Berlin's most popular clubs. The air inside was thick with the pulse of music, the dance floor, a sea of bodies moving in sync to the beats.

You had been a crucial part of the recording process, helping behind the scenes. During those late nights and long days in the studio, you and Aggu had formed a close bond. He was charming, talented, and had a way of making everyone around him feel special. But tonight, watching him surrounded by fans, particularly one fangirl who bore an uncanny resemblance to you, stirred a pang of jealousy.

Aggu seemed particularly engaged with this fangirl, his hands lingering on her waist as they danced. The sight gnawed at you, making it difficult to focus on the celebration. Joost, ever the observant friend, noticed your discomfort and made his way over to you.

"Are you okay?" he asked, leaning in so you could hear him over the music.

"I feel jealous," you admitted, the alcohol loosening your tongue.

Joost, always perceptive, grinned. "Want to make him jealous too?" he suggested, mischief glinting in his eyes.

You hesitated for a moment before nodding. Joost led you to the dance floor. The music was a thumping beat, and as Joost placed his hands on your hips, pulling you close, you felt a surge of confidence. The two of you began to move together, your bodies swaying to the rhythm. You couldn't help but notice Aggu's eyes on you, his attention diverted from the fangirl.

Aggu gestured for you and Joost to join him, promising to pay for the drinks. You leaned in to whisper this to Joost, who chuckled. "He's jealous," Joost whispered back, his breath warm against your ear.

As you approached Aggu, Joost wrapped his arm around your shoulder, mirroring Aggu's gesture with the fangirl. The tension was almost palpable as Aggu asked everyone what they wanted to drink. Once everyone had answered, he turned to you. "Can you help me carry the drinks from the bar?" he asked, his voice holding an edge you couldn't quite place.

"Sure," you replied, sensing an opportunity to clear the air.

The walk to the bar was filled with a tense silence. "Are you and Joost a thing?" Aggu asked abruptly, his voice barely audible over the music.

"No, we're just friends," you replied, trying to keep your tone neutral despite the fluttering in your chest.

"You didn't seem like just friends on the dance floor," Aggu remarked, his voice carrying a hint of irritation.

You stopped walking and turned to face him. "What's the problem? You danced the same way with that fangirl," you retorted, feeling a mix of anger and hurt.

Aggu's jaw tightened. "It's not the same," he said firmly.

You wished he wasn't wearing his ski goggles so you could see his expression. "How is it not the same?" you demanded, your voice rising.

Without another word, Aggu took your hand and led you through the club, weaving through the crowd until you reached a bathroom. Panic set in when you saw urinals, realizing you were in the men's room. "What are you doing? This is the men's bathroom!" you exclaimed, trying to pull away.

He shushed you and pulled you into a stall, closing the door behind him. "When I saw you dancing with Joost, something inside me moved. I didn't like seeing you dancing like that with him," Aggu confessed, his voice raw with emotion.

You reached up and removed his goggles, needing to see his eyes. "Then you shouldn't have danced with the fangirl," you said, your voice trembling with a mix of relief and frustration.

Aggu chuckled softly, the sound easing some of the tension. "Were you jealous?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Very jealous," you admitted, emboldened by the alcohol. "I hated how she was all over you."

Aggu placed one hand on your waist and the other on your neck, his touch sending shivers down your spine. You could feel the heat radiating from his body as you wrapped your arms around his neck. His breath was warm on your lips, his gaze intense and unwavering. Slowly, he leaned in, and your lips met in a soft, tentative kiss. The initial contact was gentle, exploring, but it quickly grew more passionate. His lips were soft yet demanding, moving against yours with an urgency that made your head spin.

You felt the world around you dissolve, the only reality being the two of you in that cramped stall. Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened. His grip on your waist tightened, pulling you flush against his body. The sensation of his fingers pressing into your skin through the fabric of your dress sent waves of desire coursing through you. The kiss was consuming, a silent declaration of the emotions that had been simmering beneath the surface.

Just as your lips were about to meet again, someone entered the bathroom. Startled, Aggu covered your mouth to keep you quiet until the person left. The anticipation built as you waited, his hand warm against your lips. Once the coast was clear, you removed his hand.

"I'd love to make out with you, just not in the boys' bathroom," you whispered, a smile tugging at your lips.

Aggu laughed softly, the tension between you easing. He put his goggles back on and took your hand, leading you out of the club. Outside, the night air was cool and refreshing. You found a secluded spot in the alley behind the club and pushed Aggu against the wall, the urgency of the moment overwhelming you.

You leaned in, your lips capturing his in a fierce, passionate kiss. This time, there were no interruptions. His hands found their way to your back, pulling you closer as his lips moved against yours with a hunger that matched your own. You could taste the faint remnants of the drinks you had shared, the flavor mingling with the intoxicating sensation of his mouth on yours.

Aggu's hands roamed your back, his fingers tracing patterns that sent shivers down your spine. You pressed closer, your body melding with his as the kiss deepened. His tongue brushed against your lower lip, seeking entrance, and you parted your lips, granting him access. The kiss grew more heated, your tongues dancing in a rhythm that left you both breathless.

Your phone rang, jolting you back to reality. It was Joost asking if you're okay. "We're okay, Joost. We won't be coming back to the party," you managed to say as Aggu kissed a your neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

"Enjoy your night," Joost said, chuckling. "And don't forget protection." He hung up, clearly understanding the situation.

You resumed kissing Aggu, your hands exploring his body. The kiss deepened, your fingers trailing down his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your fingertips. His hands were equally adventurous, tracing the curve of your spine and settling on your hips, pulling you closer with each passing moment.

Aggu's kisses grew more urgent, his lips moving from your mouth to your jawline, then down to the sensitive skin of your neck. You tilted your head, giving him better access as he peppered your skin with kisses, each one sending sparks of pleasure through your body. The sensation was overwhelming, a heady mix of desire and longing that made you dizzy.

Breathless, you broke the kiss, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. "I'll call an Uber to your place," you said, your voice barely more than a whisper as you pulled out your phone.

While waiting, Aggu switched your positions, and pinned you against the wall, his kisses urgent and demanding. His lips found yours again, the kiss resuming with an intensity that left you reeling. You could feel the rough texture of the brick wall against your back, a stark contrast to the softness of his lips. His hands explored your body with a newfound determination, each touch igniting a trail of fire beneath your skin,

You lost yourself in the kiss, your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as the world around you faded away. The only reality was the two of you, lost in a moment of passion that seemed to stretch on forever. The kiss was a dance of tongues and lips, a silent conversation that spoke of desire and longing.

Your phone buzzed, signaling that the Uber had arrived. Reluctantly, you pulled away, your lips tingling from the intensity of the kiss. Hand in hand, you climbed into the Uber, the tension between you charged with anticipation. The car ride was a blur of whispered conversations and stolen kisses. As you pulled up to Aggu's place, the reality of what was happening began to sink in. You both stepped out of the car, and Aggu led you inside.

His apartment was modest but cozy, filled with memorabilia from his music career. The moment the door closed behind you, the atmosphere shifted. Aggu pulled you close, his hands exploring your body with a newfound urgency. Your lips met in a fervent kiss, the passion between you igniting like a fire.

You moved through the apartment, shedding clothes as you went. By the time you reached his bedroom, you were both breathless and eager. Aggu's touch was electric, sending shivers down your spine as he guided you to the bed. The night was a whirlwind of passion and intimacy, every touch and kiss deepening the connection between you.

As dawn approached, you lay tangled in the sheets, the aftermath of your night together leaving you both breathless and content. Aggu's arm was draped over you, his breathing steady as he drifted into sleep. You watched him, feeling a profound sense of happiness. The jealousy and tension of the night had melted away, replaced by a deeper understanding and connection.

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The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the room. You knew that the night had changed everything between you and Aggu. What had started as a celebration of a shared success had blossomed into something much more profound. And as you lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, you couldn't wait to see where this new chapter would take you.

[ghostsslutss]

someone write joost klein x reader x ski aggu smut or i will.

[ladypups]

Do you do scenarios or headcanons? If so, how many characters can we request for scenarios or headcanons? Would you do the same prompt with different characters? Can we request for male reader, female reader, gender neutral reader, etc? Are there any characters you won't do in each fandom? Can we request characters from different fandoms in a request? Are there any topics you won't do like rape, suicide, etc? Would you mind if we request for Alternate Universes or Aus like AU where the character lives happily? Would you mind if the request is suggestive, implied sex, or mentioned sex but no explicit sex? Would you do NSFW requests? If so, can we request cunnilingus, finger fucking, size kink, deepthroating, threesome, virginity loss, squirting, nipple play, praise kink, shibari, voice kink, breeding kink, overstimulation, body worship, crossdressing, coming in pants/underwear, and lingerie? What kinks would you accept for requests? Can anons request smut? Can we check with you if you received our requests? Thank you in advance!

Holy wow 😦 that’s a lot of questions lol, I’ll try to get through all of them!!!

Yes I will do scenarios and HC’s!!

Depends on what the suggestion is! Right now for x readers, I am more comfy with at least 1 or 2 people x reader!

I would do the same prompt multiple times!

You can request for any gender, just specify! :)

Depends on what fandom it is. Some characters I will write better than others, usually the ones I have hyperfixations on! And you can request from different fandoms, as long as I’ve watched/seen it!

I won’t do any very triggering topics like r*pe or suicide. I might do awareness for sh but that would be it.

I will do alternate universes and AU’s

Right now I’m not comfy with anything smut related on this blog, so don’t expect anything smutty from me.

And yes you can check if we’ve received a request! Just please don’t spam my inbox too much, it’s not a hassle just might get me overwhelmed.

I hope that answers all the questions <33

[lvdr-haze]

hi guys it’s me again !

I need you to comment if you rather that I publish the fic where reader and Joost grew up together and then reader realise that she have romantic feelings for him

OR

if you rather that I publish later tomorrow the fic where joost isn’t socially comfortable but he tries his best to tell reader he likes her

thanks for your help ! requests still open for Joost and Aggu ! love xo

[joostsblog]

caught in the middle ~ a Ski Aggu x reader & Joost Klein x reader series [masterlist]

Pairing: Ski Aggu x female!reader & Joost Klein x female!reader

Description: After some flirations your friendship with Aggu suddenly turns sexual. But things aren't so simple as they seem. After all your crush on your friend Joost doesn't seem to quite go away still.

Total series word count: 11k

Warnings: rpf, not proofread, smut in some chapters, check chapters for individual warnings that may apply

part one: picnic day // part two: fingers intertwined // part three: spinning // part four: casual //part five: guilty as sin? // part six: too much // part seven: when we are together

based on requests: x x x x

[give-me-your-forearms]

Nobody:

That one person who put smut in a General Audiences rated Skiklein fic and didn't change the rating: chaos is my middle name

[lezarasss]

The house that built I (G). part 2/2

You can read the first part here

Jost enjoys breakfast, especially when he is offered such a filling dish. Falafel seems like a light snack, but after five or six balls you already feel full.

- Sometimes, I am amazed that you don't eat meat - says Joost, finishing the last ball of his portion. They look at each other. With some incomprehension.

- What?

- I mean... I was very surprised when you said that you don't eat meat

- Well, I wouldn't say that. I can eat meat. But I would have to be either delirious or drunk as hell to chew it with difficulty and then eat it

- Is it somehow connected with you or...

- No. I just don't eat meat - Joost was not given the chance to finish and was happily interrupted, not letting him finish his assumptions.

They sit in silence again. Different sounds come from the open window: the noise of passers-by, the rustling of trees, the hum of passing cars - all this fills the room. They only occasionally exchanged glances, not knowing what they could talk about and whether it was worth doing at all. Enjoying each other's company, the taste of food and the silence that surrounded them.

- Listen - Aggu began his speech casually, after he finished his portion. His gaze was fixed directly on the interlocutor, who was sitting on the other side of the table opposite him - I saw how you drew something in that book

- And?

- I tried to see what you were doing, but I never succeeded

- Do you want to see?

- Yes, if possible - Joost was even a little flattered that August was interested in what he was doing in his sketchbook. After all, he could easily ignore it. More precisely, just glance out of the corner of his eye and forget, go about his business without even remembering about it during the day. But it seems that this very book has warmed up a genuine interest in him

After the morning meal, sitting on a mattress in the living room, Joost carefully hands August his sketchbook. Of course, he was not shy about sharing his work with anyone. After all, he was a media personality and demonstrating his own work was an integral part of the Dutchman's life and image. But drawings are more personal, so innocent and intimate, you are even afraid to show them to someone you value and trust. Diederich turns the pages with the same care. He carefully studies his drawings, paying special attention to each line and each image. The lines were clear, even and very thick in their thickness. He stops in the middle of the sketchbook. On the left side of the book spread, Aggu pays attention to the last drawing. It seems that it was it, the drawing that he saw in the morning. This house looked very unusual and had an abstract shape. Part of the building reminded him of the typical architecture of Dutch houses, which can often be seen when walking along the embankment in Amsterdam or other cities. Such houses have high roofs, bright facades and traditional decorative elements. Like this house. Another part of it was an extension of other houses and rooms. They did not fit together in any way. It was as if Joost was trying to fit all this into one overall picture. From the roof of the garage there is a small staircase that leads to another part of the house. On the right, he notices a mill. It is located on a fragile, as it seemed to him, platform. It carefully held a small mill. A place of quiet solitude, so much stands out against the background of all these structures and buildings. Above all this rises a multi-story building. Something reminiscent of an apartment building or a metropolis.

- That...what is this?

- This is a house - the Dutchman's answer was simple and laconic. For Joost, this is a masterpiece of surrealism. He put his efforts into this drawing. Into these lines. August is still trying to understand something in this drawing, to find meaning in it. Looking at it even more.

- Seriously, dude, this is not like anything I've seen before. It looks so weird, but at the same time so...

- What?

- It's immediately obvious that you did it. It's very...in your style

- Hah. I'm flattered that you paid attention to the style

- Well, it seems to me that everything has its own style and approach to many things. - Aggu is silent, looks at the drawing again, again turning to Klein sitting next to him:

- And did you draw this from your head or did you actually see such a house somewhere?

- This house is a part of me. I put into it what I saw, how I lived and live. Do you see the mill on the frame? I wanted to reflect a part of my culture in it. There are many windmills in Friesland, and I would like them to always be with me. And here, in this small room, I would like to see my nursery. So that a part of my childhood would always be with me. Imagine, after a hard day, you could just sit in it, lie on the bed and look at the ceiling, enjoying this atmosphere, remembering those years when you were innocent and happy, full of strength and energy, without thinking about problems. And this ... - Joost falls silent. He looks at the entrance to the house, remembering his childhood for a minute. About family, about home. All this brings back pleasant, such tender memories in him, but all this collapses against the cruel reality. Who he became and what he came to. How much he had to gain and lose at different moments in life. It can no longer be returned. It is only a memory, only fleeting moments that are imprinted in the head, like one small picture that you can’t look at in real life. Only imagine. And then, a lot is forgotten and mixed up. Which makes the soul heavy.

August captures this silence, this sadness that Klein captured in the moment of his reflections. In the moment of his memories.

- This is really impressive. I was very touched that you take your drawing so seriously. Each element has its own meaning.

- Maybe I just dream a lot.

- Is that bad?

- Isn't it? The more you dream, the more you forget about your real problems and affairs. It becomes more frightening when you live in your own imaginary world, trying to solve all the tasks and problems set before you in your head. Can you say... mentally living a second life?

- I think this is also not bad. But as you noted, the main thing is not to get carried away by this - the German, although he seems pessimistic and indifferent to some things, in fact tried to find something positive even in the bad or just relieve the tense atmosphere.

- Do you think so?

- Of course. How could you imagine your house? You could imagine how it would look in real life?

- Yes, but I'm not sure I could build one like that. It would be difficult and would involve a lot of expenses. Both financial and material

- Even if you succeeded?

- If it worked out... hm - Jost fell silent, distracted from the discussion. His gaze was directed downwards, straight at the floor. He was not interested in either the floor covering or its texture. Looking into the void, he plunged into thought, imagining a picture that appeared in his mind - I think I would be able to spend more time alone with myself. To arrange. So that home comfort would blow from everywhere.

- What about the other rooms?

- I think they will have their own aesthetic purpose. Just to be there. Although they would find a purpose too. I would invite you to my place

- Yeah? - Aggu is slightly surprised by such a statement from his interlocutor. Their conversation was so naive and childish. With serious faces and reasoning, they talked about what children usually talk about. Sometimes you want to be a child for a while, not think about problems and all these adult concerns. Just have meaningless discussions, enjoying each other's company.

- You bet! - exclaimed Jost - I can just imagine how we could run from one room to another, just go crazy, like the most-most naughty boys. Spend all day at the console. You can think of a lot of things to do. Or here: how about just lying on that platform with the mill all day? Enjoying the big structure nearby, sitting there and looking at the clouds or how other people's lives go. And at the same time, you don't notice how quickly our time is slipping away.

- Idleness isn't always bad

- It seems like everything is fine for you. Even the stupidest or most useless waste of time brings you pleasure - Klein is distracted from his thoughts, completely perplexed by such an answer. It seemed as if August was trying to agree with him out of politeness, or he was just a fool.

- And I never said that I like to spend time stupidly. Sometimes I just want to, as you say, come and sit in such a place. Just enjoy the moment. That I am, that I could just be in such a house, in a damn mill. Even in the company of someone. With you, for example. And so. We lie there, each thinking about his own and...

-Would you like to?

- Yes, probably. Even though I don't understand you sometimes. I don't understand your words, your thoughts, your state, but there is something that we could do together without interference or any other hassles. This is probably the best option - silence. This sudden moment of revelation with each other makes both guys think. Each about their own.

Jost again turns his attention to his drawing. It was with it that it all began. Since the very morning, after their conversation, Jost, as usual, draws this picture in his head. These thoughts make him feel better. It is so nice to think about how one could spend time in a house that does not exist, never existed and never will exist. But it does exist. It is in his head, on the right page of the book spread, it is in his soul and thoughts. A place where he could dream without stopping. Continuing to continue dreaming and enjoying this comfort with someone. To create, to think, to dream and just to live. It is useless to waste time. With someone who was not indifferent to his ideas.

- I think I'll work on it a little more and I'll be happy to show it to you again when I come here again. I promise. - said Jost. But, to tell the truth, he had no idea when they would be able to meet again in the near future.

[mattey-stu]

MATTEY-STU'S MASTERLIST

Fandoms i write for:

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Mortal Kombat

Johnny Cage

Kenshi Takahashi

Sub-zero

Scorpion

Liu Kang

Kung Lao

Raiden

Shang Tsung

Tomas Vrbada

Syzoth

When requesting a fanfic with any of these characters please specify which version of them you had in mind! (Plus i write the movie versions too :) )

Resident Evil

Leon Scott Kennedy

Luis Serra

Carlos Oliveira

Agent Patrick (from Resident evil: infinite darkness)

Ethan Winters

Chris Redfield

Albert Wesker

Devil May Cry

Dante Sparda

Vergil Sparda

Nero Sparda

American Horror Story

Tate Langdon

Kit Walker

Kyle Spencer

Jimmy Darling

Jujutsu Kaisen

Yuji Itadori

Megumi Fushiguro

Satoru Gojo

Diary Of A Wimpy Kid

Rodrick Heffley

Other people I'll write for:

Eddievr, Ronnieaintavampire, Juicyfruitsnacks, Chico Lachowski, Joost Klein, Ski Aggu, Tyler Teramagi

(you can also request other people, and ill see if im gonna write about them:) /pos btw)

What i WILL write (as in smut):

Choking, degrading, petplay, ftm reader + T4T, C4C (cis for cis), hair pulling, blood kink, younger reader + older character, himbo,

ONLY if requested

Step-incest teacher x student (both 18+), incest, noncon, dubcon, breeding kink

What i WONT write:

P3dophilia , pregnancy smut, sa, scat kink corpse fucking, foot kink, fem reader, fem character

What i WILL write (as in platonic fluff):

Dad x son, brother x brother, uncle x nephew and allat shit

This is a male reader only blog.Females aligned please DNI.

LMAOO WHYD I WORD IT LIKE THAT

When writing smut i will make any possible 18- characters 18+.

Whatevers not on here i might write. :P also i dont kinkshame🫶🏼

I do not condone any of the acts i write about.

[lightcaughtinaprism]

Can somebody do a Ski Aggu x male ready fanfic? I hate always seeing fem ready stuff in any fandom. I can't identify with it. Please tell me there's also gays who fall for Aggu

[davidtennantpleaseadoptme]

NEW ACCOUNT??

She/he/they (in this order please) I’m agender :D

AND I SUPPORT PALESTINE AND UKRAINE MOTHERFUCKERS 🇵🇸🇺🇦

Well I deleted my old account… anyways, I’m Sun(yes that is my name) this will probably be a ranting account. And I’m weird! I like a lot of stuff, I’m a lesbian, and I’m Chinese. And possibly mentally ill. Anyways, I love David Tennant(ADOPT ME PLEASE IM NOT JOKIG), Joost Klein, Harry Potter, doctor who, chapell roan, Mitski, ski aggu, and a lot of stuff I probably forgot to put it in, thank you for reading and I love u!

Edit- I also love love love heartstopper, K-pop, taking over the asylum (CAMPBELL BAIN IS LITERALLY ME), fluff fanfics and yeah I’ll add more on the list eventually. (Edited around two hour after posting this)

-sun, your best lesbian(probably not)