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"I'm so old! I don't even know how to use a cell phone!"
This moment from New Girl takes on new resonance in light of ep. 2 of Welcome to Our Show:
Lamorne Morris: "Oh, funny story about Jake ... So on the iPhone, there’s a button to put your phone to sleep. You want turn the screen off, you just hit the side button … When we were filming, we were sitting on the couch, obviously, Jake’s favorite place … in between takes he’d text, and then he would turn his phone upside down and put it under a pillow, and he kept doing it.
I was like, 'Why do you keep turning your phone upside down?' And he was like, 'They took all this time to light the set. I don’t wanna have a stupid light shining up.'
[laughter from Zooey Deschanel/Hannah Simone]
I said, 'What do you mean?' He goes, 'The phone. The light from the phone. I don’t want it to be shining.' I said, 'Jake. Put the phone to sleep.' He was like, 'Well, what does that mean?' And I was like, 'Just hit that button.' And he goes, 'What? What button?' And I said, 'the button on the phone.'
And he hits the button and was like, 'Oh, how am I supposed to know that?' And I was like… 'You get a phone, don’t you press the buttons?! Did you think it was just there for show?"...
Zooey Deschanel: "It all falls into the old man-- he’s an old man living in a young man’s body.”
(clip from S1, ep. 16: "Control")
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like… my loins.
Thank you for this AMAZING gifset, @newgirlystuff!
Nick is the type of guy who breaks things that are... he BREAKS things!
#for the record: whenever I *write* fanfiction this is the Nick I picture#amazing gifset#why is this so hot#drill baby drill#sorry not sorry#new girl#Nick Miller#Jake Johnson
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He looks so, so good here. The bedhead. The scruff. The smirk. What he's doing with his shoulder.
(And also -- how he wants her so, so bad.)
YES, PLEASE.
A+++ gifset.
NEW GIRL 2.03 | “Fluffer”
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Heisler (Nick x Jess)
set a week after “quick-hardening caulk.”
(gif via Tenor, not by me)
She’s two glasses of pink wine deep when he catches her staring.
Staring, open-mouthed and lusty, from her spot on the couch as he brings an ice-cold glass bottle of Heisler to his mouth, wraps his lips around the rim, and starts tipping its contents down his throat.
***NSFW/no minors allowed/filthy smut/inappropriate use of a Heisler bottle below the jump***
For the past week, ever since she told him yes and he almost fucked her hard and rough on the dining room table, moments in this vein have been accumulating: A glance lasting just a little too long. A lick of her lips. Even, the other morning, a brush of her tits against his chest as she squeezed past him in the kitchen while making her morning tea.
Yeah, the woman’s been driving him fucking crazy.
But it isn’t until now, until this billion-degree supernova of a stare, that he’s absolutely certain of it, beyond a shadow of a doubt:
Jessica Day is still burning the fuck up for him, just like he is for her.
As he meets her gaze — caught ya, Day — it’s like a switch flips inside him.
Fuck it, he thinks, lowering his beer. We’ve danced around this long enough.
“Day,” he says, his voice low and level, “what, exactly, do ya think you’re doing right now, staring at me like that?”
Her cheeks go as pink as the wine in her glass.
“I’m not— what do you mean— I wasn’t staring, Miller,” she sputters. “I was just, um, looking in your general direction? East, I think. It’s where my eyes NATURALLY go when I’m sitting here. Where ANYONE’s eyes would go when they’re sitting here. Because of the, um, orientation of the couch.”
He smirks as she squirms, refusing to let her off the hook.
“The ‘orientation of the couch,’ Jessica?” he says, his eyebrows raised.
“YES, Nicholas,” she says, all flushed and insistent. “It’s REAL. It’s A THING. Just watch any interior design show, OK?”
“Ok, Day. Sure,” he says, bemused, letting the words hang in the air as he takes a long, slow drag of his Heisler.
To his utter, dick-hardening delight, it’s like she can’t help herself: as he swallows, she’s staring, again, her eyes flicking between his mouth and his throat and the bottle in his hand.
That’s when he gets the idea.
He lets his eyes rake down her body, and yeah, hot damn, it could actually work: for once, beneath her short little skirt, her legs are bare.
Easy access, he thinks.
“Noticed you’re not wearing your usual tights, Day,” he murmurs.
“It��s VERY HOT out, Miller,” she says, so defensive and flustered that he knows, he knows, that’s not the real reason.
The way she tosses her hair and squares her shoulders and stares at him, all fiery, the pace of her breathing increasing, confirms it.
He licks his lips, slow and deliberate, and she lets out a slight exhale that makes his dick jump in his jeans.
Enough already, Day, he thinks. It’s time.
He pats the cushion next to him and makes the leap.
“Jessica,” he says, his voice dipping into its lowest, gruffest, most commanding register, “C’mon. Orient yourself right over here.”
Her eyes go wide, and she swallows once, making up her mind.
Then, with a shaky hand, she places her wineglass on the coffee table, walks over to Nick, and sinks down onto the couch right next to him.
She’s looking straight at him, but now she’s inches away instead of feet, and she smells like cinnamon and oranges and arousal, and when he takes her face in his hand and starts kissing her, her mouth is warm and wet and eager, just like he suspects her little cunt will be. Her little cunt that’s been aching for him ever since he pressed her down onto the dining room table beneath his body, his cock a hard, hot promise.
She’s gonna have to wait a little longer for it to be fulfilled, because right now, he’s got something else in mind.
He slides a hand beneath her skirt, grinning both at her little gasp and at the way her legs fall open for him.
He flips the fabric of her skirt up over her midsection, shifting his position slightly so that he can see.
And then he hooks his pointer finger on the crotch of her purple polka dot panties and yanks them to the side, exposing her gorgeous and inviting pussy, her visibly wet slit.
“Nick,” she gasps.
He grins and starts tracing her cunt-seam with two rough fingertips, swirling them around her hooded clit.
With his other hand, he brings his Heisler to his mouth, finishing all but the very foamy dregs of its contents in one long series of gulps, intentionally leaving its rim slick with his saliva.
And then, moving slowly, studying Jess’s face, planning to stop right away if she balks, he transfers the bottle to the hand that was exploring her pussy.
”Saw how you were looking at this when it was in my mouth, Day,” he says. “How’s it feel now?”
He slides the rim of the bottle up and down her slit — lightly, teasingly, tantalizingly — waiting for her green light.
It comes in the form of a whisper — “Oh my God, Nick” — and a tilt of her pelvis against the glass.
He grins.
It’s on.
His eyes boring into hers, he slips the head of the bottle inside her.
She’s so wet — so unbelievably, gorgeously wet — that it goes in smooth and easy.
He slips his left hand behind her head, tilting it forward, forcing her to look down at where the glass bottle is now disappearing into her pussy.
“Just look at yourself, Day,” he breathes. “Look.”
It’s a stunningly erotic sight — the way her cunt lips are quivering wetly around the glass intrusion; the way her pulled-to-the-side panties make the whole thing even more obscene; the way she’s starting to tilt her hips up and down, infinitesimally, because it feels good; because she clearly wants more.
More is what she gets.
He increases the depth and intensity slowly, until he’s filled up her wildly responsive cunt with the bottle’s entire neck.
And then Nick Miller is full-on fucking Jessica Day with a beer bottle on the same couch where they eat cereal, and argue about the pronunciation of the font Palatino, and watch “The Golden Girls” with their other roommates.
She can’t hold in her moans, and they’re getting louder and louder, which is kind of a problem.
So he clamps the hand that was behind her head over her mouth, causing her body to jerk and her eyebrows to shoot up in surprise.
“Ya’ve gotta be quiet, Day,” he murmurs. “Schmidt’s in his room, right over there. Want him to come out and see ya like this? With your legs spread and your panties pulled to the side and a fucking beer bottle inside ya?”
His dick hardens at her reaction to his obscene, humiliating words: a full-body shiver.
He grins.
And then, her mouth open and hot against his palm, he starts whispering more absolute filth into her ear.
“You like it when I fuck you with a bottle, huh, Day?” he grits out. “No, ya fucking love it. Act like you’re such a goody two-shoes, but I know better. Ya wanted me to kiss you like a man, and ya wanted me to fuck you on the table, and ya like getting fucked by an object.”
His hand muffling her moans, he moves her head up and down in a forced nod.
Her eyelids flutter shut in what he guesses is a heady, overwhelming mix of embarrassment and pleasure.
“Eyes open, Day,” he growls. “Want ya to look at me with those pretty eyes while I work your cunt real good.”
She obeys, and fuck: this, right here, is the most erotic thing he’s ever experienced.
He holds her obedient gaze for what could be seconds or what could be minutes; he’s not really sure. Because it turns out time does weird things when you’re fucking the girl of your goddamn dreams, driving her out of her goddamn mind, with your beer bottle.
“Jessica,” he whispers, sliding the slick, long neck rhythmically in and out of her, “You’ve been such a good girl. I’m gonna take my hand off your mouth now and rub your wet little clit with it until you come, but ya’ve gotta promise me you’ll be quiet. Can ya do that for me?”
She makes a muffled mmmph sound of assent against his palm, nodding frantically.
So he releases her mouth and drags his hand down her body, over her collarbone and then the curve of her tits (he can feel a hard nipple through her thin, tight purple sweater and what must be a very sheer bra), down her belly, over her flipped-up skirt —
— and then the sensation of his fingers right there, on her naked, pink little clit, coupled with the way he’s using the bottleneck to fuck her cunt like a glass dildo, renders Jessica Day unable to keep her word.
She gasps and she mewls as he uses his fingers and the bottle to bring her closer and closer to the edge.
And fuck, Nick knows that if he doesn’t do something about her noises, Schmidt’s gonna hear her and come out of his room and discover what the two of them are doing, but he really, really doesn’t wanna stop working her with either of his well-occupied hands, not when he can tell she’s so goddamn close —
—so he shifts his body slightly, angles his head, and leans in, his lips meeting hers in a smoldering, smothering kiss that’s multifunctional: it feels really, really fucking good, and it absorbs the stream of sounds coming out of her desperate little mouth.
It turns out his timing was just right, because in a matter of seconds, Jess is coming, arching her back, jerking and spasming against his hand and the bottle, and he’s got a feeling that if his mouth weren’t covering hers, she’d be screaming.
He gives her a few seconds to reach her peak and start coming back down.
Then, once he thinks it’s safe, soundwise, he pulls back from the kiss to take in the sight of Jessica Day, obliterated — fucked to a blazing orgasm by his beer bottle, her cunt lips contracting around its neck in the same rhythm as the rise and fall of her stomach, the liquid evidence of her arousal running down its insides and joining the layer of of now-warm, slightly foamy beer at the bottom.
It, and she, and what just happened, and what’s still happening — well, it’s all about a thousand times better and hotter than anything else he’s ever seen, in real life or in porn or even in his dreams.
Jess’s limbs have gone loose, her shining hair’s all fanned out around her face, and as her eyes flutter open, she looks first at Nick’s face, then down at the bottle that’s now stilled in her cunt, and then back up at him.
He can’t help but smile at the expression on her face: dazed, sated wonder.
Laced with the most delicious little edge of shock.
“Oh my God, Miller,” she whispers, breathing rapidly. “That was— I can’t believe— I’ve never even heard of— did you— did we really just dothat?“
“Fuck yes, Day, and it was hot as hell,” he grits out, bringing the hand that was on her clit up to stroke her cheek wetly. “You’re hot as hell. And ya know what?”
“What, Miller?” she whispers, still coming down from her orgasm, a sheen of almost-iridescent sweat on her forehead.
Before he answers, he kisses her, deep and hard. Not to shut her up this time, but because she’s so goddamn breathless and so goddamn beautiful. And because he’s a human man, a human man who’s wanted her for so goddamn long, and he just can’t not.
Then he growls, “I can’t wait until it’s my cock inside ya instead of this bottle.”
She flushes bright red, lets out the quietest, sexiest little “oh” he’s ever heard, and — involuntarily, he’s pretty sure — starts shifting her pelvis around the bottle again.
So he circles its long glass neck inside her a few more times, languid and slow, teasing her, telling her without words:
If ya think this feels good, Day, just you wait.
When he’s good and ready, he draws the bottle out of her cunt, its neck glistening.
He tilts it from side to side a few times, sloshing her come and the dregs of his beer together until they’re fully commingled.
He locks eyes with her, making sure she’s aware of what he’s doing.
And then he brings the bottle to his mouth and he drinks.
- from instead of mail, available in full over on ao3 (and for adults only. obvs.)
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Oh my goodness!!!!
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“I’m like a mailman, except instead of mail, it's hot sex that I deliver.” - Nick Miller (1x11)
i’ve just begun publishing a collection of short, unmitigatedly filthy imaginings that take nick at his word.
it’s called instead of mail, and it’s my take on nick, jess and various kinks, ficlet/minific/drabble style. i’ll be updating as the muse strikes, with kinks noted in the tags & chapter titles as we go. for adults only. pure porn (oxymoron? so be it!).
if this sounds like your thing, check out the first installment over on ao3 (and let me know what you think!):
instead of mail
chapter 1: quadruplets (impregnation kink)
#nick miller#new girl#nick x jess#smut fic#smut#nick and jess#jessica day#new girl fanfic#new girl fanfiction#a03#ao3 fanfic#jess x nick#smutty nick/jess fanfic#smutty fanfiction
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Chapters: 5/?
Fandom: New Girl (TV 2011)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jessica Day & Nick Miller, Jessica Day/Nick Miller
Characters: Jessica Day (New Girl)
Additional Tags: Sexual Tension, Explicit Sexual Content, Flirting, arguing as foreplay, Masturbation, Getting to Know Each Other, Fantasizing, Roommates, Opposites Attract, Not Suitable/Safe For Work, Sexual Content, Sitcom, For Adults Only, Lust, Power Dynamics, Light Dom/sub, Mild Kink, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Smut, Banter, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Teasing, Desire, Dirty Talk, Porn with Feelings, Implied/Referenced Blow Jobs, Sex Dreams, Dream Sex, Mermaid Kink (just in a dream), Kissing, First Kiss, Feelings Realization, Friendship/Love, Dom/sub Undertones, Pining, Explicit Language, Exhibitionism, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Foreplay, Sexy Times, Anticipation, POV Nick Miller, Sexual Fantasy
Summary:
He's barely just met her, but he’s already more than a little addicted to getting her all hot and bothered and indignant; to making her cheeks flush and her lips part and her eyes flash; to being the one who sparks the flint of her doubled-down defiance.
So… yeah.
He’s gonna be in serious, serious trouble, living with this Jessica Day.
(set in S1. an alternate unfolding of Nick and Jess’s getting-to-know-you phase — and, eventually and inevitably, their getting-it-on-for-the-first-time phase. be forewarned: though the honest-to-goodness smut is yet to come, this is NSFW from the start.)
#new girl fanfic#jess x nick#nick x jess#smut#smut fanfiction#smut fic#ao3#ao3 fanfic#strawberry tea#sitcom fic#for adults only
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Self-reblog to add two recent stories to this running list:
can't let a good thing slip away, by @perfect_little_fool
He’s pretty sure he’d go to any lengths to prove a point, especially if Jessica goddamn Day is involved. He loves having the upper hand on her, being allowed to show her exactly who’s in the driver’s seat. He’ll slam on the brakes if necessary—
but not until she’s begging him to.
(or, an alternate take on season 1 episode 12, "the landlord")
“This Isn’t Upsetting at All,” by me
There’s only three feet of hallway between Nick’s room and Jess’s. So when she takes up with Sam, Nick can hear everything.
He says, “This isn’t upsetting at all.”
He doesn’t mean it.
(Set early in S2, as the sexual tension between Jess and Nick builds — along with his resolve to do something about it. Canon-adjacent, with some liberties taken, timelines shifted, and deviations made. Inspired by the idea at the bottom of this post from @kyra’s Tumblr, found while backreading her genius #newgirlmeta tag.)
Hope you enjoy! <3
In Anticipation of the "New Girl" Cast Reunion Panel, A Nick/Jess Fic Smutfest
Hot damn, the connection between Nick Miller and Jessica Day is something (says me, Captain Obvious, reporting for duty.)
Having entered the New Girl fandom in earnest only this year (I am the stupidest of all the stupid girls), I'm very late to the party. But from The Hallway Kiss That Changed Everything to The Furiously Hot Dining-Room Table Almost-Fuck, I've become shamelessly devoted to reading & writing Nick/Jess fanfic that gets, um, explicit.
These two clowns — with their sexiness and stupidity; their electric chemistry; their self-defeating stubbornness; their underlying, overarching, ever-present love for each other — just rev my dang engine.
So... to mark & celebrate the upcoming New Girl cast reunion panel, I figured: why not collect some smutty Nick/Jess goodness all in one place (especially for those who, like me, came to this show in earnest after its on-air run, and initially missed all the spectacular stories written during its early years) — and also put out a call for additional recommended reading?
The first seven entries listed below are recommendations of others' work, followed by links to a few of my own stories.
If there are hot Nick/Jess stories you love and want to highlight, reblog or comment with titles & links, and maybe this post/thread can become a repository of smutty Nick/Jess fic recs? (Or maybe it will just remain me, thirstily talking to myself, but you never know until you try...)
OK, here we go! All of these stories are explicit, for adults only, and published on A03:
At the Edges, by @blithers
Because let's be real here: she is totally flirting with him, too. There's no question about it. She's flirting back hard, her hand wrapped around the stem of her wineglass and her laugh getting throatier and lower into Jessica Day sexy land.
A ridiculously hot one-shot in which Nick and Jess's first time takes place at the bar. Come for the glorious hotness; stay for the perfect channeling of Jess's inner voice.
Mistakes We Knew We Were Making, by @kyrafic
Inappropriate laundry room activities, etcetera.
A magnificent fic that starts with a wildly hot encounter in the laundry room and then somehow, impossibly, just keeps getting sexier from there.
Just What Humans Do, by yolandawinston
But logic and past precedent and the truth gnawing at her gut aside, she must have been drunk. Because there's no way that sober Jessica Day would have had sex with her roommate, whom she previously had kissed a grand total of once, in the place where her other roommates brush their teeth in the morning.
A story that includes both gorgeous characterization and crazy-hot first-time sex in the loft bathroom? Sign. Me. Up.
Lay My Head on the Hood of Your Car, by arbitrarily
Jess moves on. And gets it on with her roommate. Normal stuff. Nothing to see here.
Written way back at the start of the show. Hilarious and hot and somehow perfectly true to character -- even though it was written when only a few episodes had aired.
Tonight Will Be a Memory Too (or, Jessica Day's First Sex Dream About Nick Miller), by @ghostcat3000
A night alone in front of the TV used to be very different in #4D.
If you happen to have read, well, pretty much anything of mine, you'll know that I love writing Nick/Jess sex dreams. I love reading them, too — especially this one.
This Must Be the Place, by innie
Nick and Jess both said yes.
An absolutely beautiful story that starts where season two ends, with the hottest reference to Nick's nose ever made.
Another One by @actualbabe
“C’mon birthday girl,” Nick whispers into her ear, his voice pitched low. “I think you’ve got one more in ya.”
Hot hot hotness, in which Nick Miller's great big hands play a starring role.
And up next, here are a few of my own contributions:
And This Is the Morning (WIP)
In retrospect, maybe asking Nick to go with her to The Crafters’ Castle the day after he almost nailed her on the dining room table wasn’t Jess’s brightest idea ever.
Or: What happened in the 24 hours after the fishtank broke.
(Canon-divergent. Set after 2x19, “Quick-Hardening Caulk.”)
1,893.2 Miles
Nick Miller is shit at lying to other people. He’s pretty good at lying to himself.
(Set after the S5 finale. Nick is in New Orleans with Reagan and in denial about his intense and lingering feelings for Jess — until a series of events happens that he can’t ignore. Jess, in LA, embarks on what she's calling her Summer of Eventually Discerning The Right Nick-Related Next Steps; things don't go exactly as planned. A three-part, alternating-POV story in which Nick and Jess fumble their way back towards each other over the course of one summer filled with realizations, recollections, a sex dream or two — and then, at last, a reunion. Canon-adjacent and then divergent.)
Designs on You
She could have sworn that earlier this week, Nick looked at her with a hint of That Night’s same dark fire in his eyes. She had asked him to help her with a stubborn bracelet clasp; after he sprung the mechanism, his fingers curled briefly and unnecessarily around her wrist.
“There ya go, Jess,” he said quietly, swallowing once, his eyes on hers, before he let go and left the room.
(She’d be lying if she said she’d forgotten that asking him for help with things turned him on.)
(Set in 4x22, “Clean Break," a year after Jess & Nick’s breakup and an hour after their so-much-left-unsaid Sex Mug conversation in his room. Canon divergence ahead.)
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If you're of age and Miller and Day get you going, thanks so much for chiming in with your own sexy Nick/Jess fic recs or your own sexy Nick/Jess stories (and for considering reading mine). There's so much incredibly great stuff from so many wonderful writers out there.
Thirst on, fellow Nick/Jess thirsters, thirst on... and fingers crossed for some questions about The Kiss and The Chemistry at the reunion panel June 8!
#new girl#new girl smut#smutty nick/jess fanfic#nick miller and jessica day#fic rec#new girl fanfiction#m rated new girl fanfic#explicit new girl fanfic#for adults only#nick x jess#nick miller#jessica day#nick and jess
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Her face in that last screengrab is literally this: 😍
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steadily, evenly
She's all sweetness and light with Coach and Schmidt, but with Nick, for whatever reason*, Jess throws these dick-stiffening flashes of being a full-on Fourth-of-July firecracker.
They argue about whether the concept of “ladies’ night” sets back the cause of feminism.
“… in conclusion, Nick, there's ultimately no such thing as a 'free drink.'”
“Wow, ok, then, Jess. Ya know, I was gonna do my usual thing the next time you and Coach and Schmidt came down to the bar and not charge any of ya, but instead I guess I'll let them drink for free and only charge you."
"Wait— gosh dang it— that's different than 'ladies' night— that's 'friendship night,' so'—"
"Nope, Jess, you said it — you believe there's no such thing as a free drink, and I wouldn't want to offend ya by offering you one, so—"
"UGH! Nick Miller, you are TWISTING my WORDS!"
"Yeah, just like I'm gonna twist the lime in that drink you'll be payin' for, Jess."
They argue about whether sinks are things that need to be cleaned.
“Sinks get washed every damn day when we use them, Jess. Unless you’re telling me ya don’t use soap to wash your hands or clean your dishes? Where were ya raised, in a barn?"
“No, Nick, but apparently you were. In a weird, gross barn without proper sink hygiene."
"'SINK HYGIENE' IS REDUNDANT, JESS. SINKS ARE HYGIENE."
"AND YOU, NICK, ARE FREAKING INFURIATING."
They’ve even sometimes argued about arguing itself.
“Debate team does count as a team sport, Nick. It has ‘team’ in the name, and it has uniforms, and it has coaches, and I should know, because I’m one of them.”
“Are ya out of your mind, Jess? That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. DEBATE TEAM IS NOT A SPORT. Sports involve being athletic.”
“Hmm, interesting… so you’re saying the brain isn’t a muscle?”
“Oh, my GOD.”
He doesn’t know yet exactly what it means, and maybe he’s fooling himself, but he’d venture that more than half the time, she's the one who initiates their verbal sparring matches. The one who tosses the first lit match — steadily, evenly, knowing exactly what she's doing.
He takes that strange, wonderful gift and runs with it every goddamn time it’s offered.
- from chapter one ("steadily, evenly") of strawberry tea, my newest Nick/Jess story. Set in S1, it's an alternate unfolding of their getting-to-know-you phase — and, eventually and inevitably, their getting-it-on-for-the-first-time phase. be forewarned: though the honest-to-goodness smut is yet to come, this is NSFW from the start.
*OBVIOUSLY it is because THEY ARE IN LOOOOOOOOOVE but they don't know it yet, the delightful bozos.
#nick miller#new girl#new girl fanfiction#jessica day#nick and jess#strawberry tea#s1 vibes#opposites attract#roommates who want to bone#nick x jess
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He's barely just met her, but he’s already more than a little addicted to getting her all hot and bothered and indignant; to making her cheeks flush and her lips part and her eyes flash; to being the one who sparks the flint of her doubled-down defiance.
So… yeah.
He’s gonna be in serious, serious trouble, living with this Jessica Day.
- from chapter one ("steadily, evenly") of strawberry tea, my newest Nick/Jess story. Set in S1, it's an alternate unfolding of their getting-to-know-you phase — and, eventually and inevitably, their getting-it-on-for-the-first-time phase. be forewarned: though the honest-to-goodness smut is yet to come, this is NSFW from the start.
#nick and jess#new girl#new girl fanfiction#nick miller#jessica day#nick x jess#s1 vibes#strawberry tea#new fic alert#ao3 writer
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Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: New Girl (TV 2011)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jessica Day & Nick Miller, Jessica Day/Nick Miller
Characters: Jessica Day (New Girl)
Additional Tags: Sexual Tension, Explicit Sexual Content, Flirting, arguing as foreplay, Masturbation, Getting to Know Each Other, Fantasizing, Roommates, Opposites Attract, Not Suitable/Safe For Work, Sexual Content, Sitcom, For Adults Only
He's barely just met her, but he’s already more than a little addicted to getting her all hot and bothered and indignant; to making her cheeks flush and her lips part and her eyes flash; to being the one who sparks the flint of her doubled-down defiance.
So… yeah.
He’s gonna be in serious, serious trouble, living with this Jessica Day.
(set in S1. a series of vignettes offering an alternate unfolding of Nick and Jess’s getting-to-know-you phase — and, eventually and inevitably, their getting-it-on-for-the-first-time phase. be forewarned: though the honest-to-goodness smut is yet to come, this is NSFW from the start.)
#new fic alert#new girl#new girl fanfiction#nick and jess#nick x jess#nick miller#jessica day#opposites attract#sexual tension#a03
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If she’s being completely honest with herself, she’s known these were their inevitable, wildly hot roles ever since he first kissed her. Since several seconds before then, really. Because before the kiss came the grab — the way he pulled her into him, his grip on her arm strong and rough and certain — and the way she responded: surrendering completely, her nipples pebbling against the soft pink fabric of her robe, her arms flung around his shoulders, her legs almost giving out beneath her.
- from the final chapter of And This Is the Morning, entitled "And This Is the Evening"
(A canon-divergent Nick/Jess fic set in the 24 hours after S2 Ep. 19, Quick-Hardening Caulk. Explicit, NSFW, for adults only. Read it in full on ao3.)
#smut#smutty fanfiction#nick and jess#new girl#new girl fanfiction#nick miller#jessica day#nick x jess#OTP#a03 fanfic#ao3 writer#read on ao3#ao3 smut
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“Nick,” Jess says, fresh panic in her eyes, “crap. What about the no-nail oath? Schmidt was insistent that it was a ‘legally binding document.’”
“Jess, I was almost a lawyer, remember? I’ll get us out of this,” Nick responds. “Loopholes. There’s always a loophole. It’s all about the loopholes.”
“Miller, are you hoping that by saying ‘loophole’ over and over again you’ll, like, summon one or something?”
“What? No. Who’d’ya think I am, Jess? Harry Plotter?”
Grateful for the distraction from the Impending Roommate Confrontation, grateful to Nick for being so perfectly, reassuringly himself, she starts quietly laughing.
“Did you just say Harry Plotter?” she asks.
“Yeah, the little wizard guy. With the wand, and the lightning, and the glasses that kinda look like yours.”
“Oh my God,” she says, rolling her eyes behind her (apparently magical?) glasses. “It’s Potter, Nick. Not Plotter.”
“Well, if it isn’t Plotter, it should be, right?” he responds, as if he’s explaining the most obvious thing on the planet. “He’s always plotting about how to bring down the evil guy whose name no one will say.”
Oh God, she thinks. I must be in this thing deep, because what he’s saying is actually… kind of making sense to me?
But some things haven’t changed: she’s still not gonna let him win.
“You’re crazy, Miller,” she says fondly, shaking her head.
“Oh, shut up, Day,” he grins, his voice going gruff.
And then he presses her up against his door and kisses her hard and deep, his hand sliding up her inner thigh, like there aren’t two confused and possibly angry roommates right on the other side, like they have all the time in the world.
- from chapter 11 of And This Is the Morning, entitled “You Might Actually Kill Me”
(A canon-divergent Nick/Jess fic set in the 24 hours after S2 Ep. 19, Quick-Hardening Caulk. Explicit, NSFW, for adults only. Read it in full on ao3.)
#smut#smutty fanfiction#nick and jess#new girl#new girl fanfiction#nick miller#jessica day#nick x jess#OTP#a03 fanfic#ao3 writer#read on ao3#ao3 smut
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“Yeah, we, uh, we care about ya. We like ya.” ❤️
“We get a glimpse at [Nick’s] innate compassion at the end of the pilot, when he’s the first of the roommates to ditch the Wild West party to save Jess from her disastrous non-date”
— AV Club
#there is no I in we but I is 100% what he means#Nick loved Jess from the damn start#we’re reverse Mormons#one man isn’t enough for her
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In the 2.5 hours before she and a certain rumpled, gravel-voiced gruffster of a roommate are due to head to The Crafters' Castle, Jess doesn’t leave her room: she wants to minimize further close-call conversations with Nick in front of either Schmidt or Winston that might reveal their secret.
And oh, what a secret it is.
Nick Miller makes her laugh harder than anyone else, makes her angrier than anyone else — and after the events of the past 12 hours, she’s pretty sure he’d also make her come harder than anyone else.
She wants to put that theory to the test so badly it’s almost a little bit scary.
After all, this is Nick. The same Nick who believes utensils are “highly overrated” and will argue for hours that the correct pronunciation of UPS is “ups” (“Yes, Jess, as in ‘big ups for delivering all of those packages on time”). The same Nick who is her best friend other than Cece. The same Nick who lives three feet across the hall and with whom things could get very awkward, very quickly if they cross this line.
But oh, who are you kidding, Day? she thinks. After last night and this morning, it’s not an if. It’s a when.
To her surprise, the scariness of that thought — at least in this particular moment — is far outweighed by her desire for it to be true.
For now, she makes do with her own company, staying as quiet as she can as she gets busy with herself for the second time in 12 hours (a Jessica Day solo sexy-time record!).
She thinks about how Nick’s hands felt cupping her ass as he hoisted her up last night: rough and confident and strong.
How this morning, as he casually spun Schmidt a fake tale of why the fishtank met its end, he rubbed the top of the broomstick with his thumb.
How her own hand is so very much smaller than his.
- from chapter 4 of And This Is the Morning, entitled "The Waiting Game"
(explicit, NSFW, for adults only)
#new girl#new girl fanfic#smut#nick miller#nick x jess#new girl fanfiction#explicit fanfic#nick and jess#jessica day#a03#a03 fic#a03 fanfic#nsfw new girl fanfic#nsfw
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