#aftercare with jonas
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the ink on your skin || N. Hischier
Author: Sydney / @sydnikov
Pairing: Nico Hischier / gn!Reader
Word Count: 10.5k
Summary: You’re a successful tattoo artist right in the middle of Newark, New Jersey. One of your many clients just so happens to be a teammate of Nico Hischier, and he and his girlfriend, Natalie, play a game of matchmaker to get you talking. While you’ve never been a huge fan of hockey, getting to know Nico gets you instantly addicted to the sport as well as him. Friendship quickly turns into holding hands, kissing, acting like a couple but holding off on a label… And then, finally, right as you’re drifting apart, Nico swoops in and turns it into something more.
Warnings: Cursing, some angst, lots of anxiety talk, Tw*tter mentions, mostly fluff, poorly proofread
A/N: This is for @selfindulgentpoorlywritten for @wyattjohnston ‘s Winter Fic Exchange 2024 😁 I’ve been wanting to write for Nico for a while anyways so this gave me the perfect opportunity, and I really enjoyed having a bit of a personalized reader insert to play around with. I hope y’all enjoy! Loosely based on the lyrics of “Tribulation” by Matt Maeson
“Fuck, man, that hurts,”
You chuckle, lifting the needle of your tattoo gun for a few seconds before continuing your work. “I’m almost done, I swear,” you reassure, hiding your smirk as you take a napkin to dab away at the excess ink surrounding your linework.
The very man you’re tattooing, Jonas Siegenthaler, or ‘Siegs’ as you affectionately call him, is someone you’ve known for years. He is also a regular of your tattoo parlor, and right now is getting a lion on his right wrist shaded in.
Playing professional hockey, he doesn’t have much time to spend keeping up with a healing tattoo, but Jonas scheduled an appointment with you a week ago after his team, the New Jersey Devils, were eliminated in the playoffs. With three months to himself, he told you that now is the perfect time to get started on shading his wrist again.
Jonas curses again as the needle goes over the underside of his wrist, and once again you can’t hide back your laughter. You’ve been a tattoo artist for quite a few years now and are fairly used to the varying reactions your customers have, but expletives always manage to get you to break character. With any other client you’d at least attempt to be stoic, but you’ve been friends for long enough to know he doesn’t mind.
Finally, you finish your work, wiping away the remaining ink and powering off your tattoo gun. “Alright, Siegs, that’s it for today.” you say, wrapping his wrist with the proper coverings. Once you’re done sanitizing your own hands, you admire the art on his skin for a moment.
Jonas does the same, sitting up with a giant grin on his face. “It looks amazing, as always,” he looks like he wants to touch his newly-inked skin, but refrains when seeing the warning on your face.
“Okay,” you say as you lead him to the front of the store to ring up his aftercare supplies. Jonas is no amateur when it comes to tattoos by any means, but you feel the need to remind him anyway because athletes in particular always tend to lax out on tattoo aftercare. “You know the drill, but I’m still telling you anyways,”
Jonas just raises an eyebrow, listening to you list off all aftercare instructions as if he hasn’t been coming to you for years. Strangely enough, he couldn’t actually think of a time you’d hung out with each other outside of your working hours. He’ll have to change that, he hums to himself, especially after seeing the small New Jersey Devils flag you have hung on the wall.
“Have you ever been to a Devils game?” he asks as you’re handing him his aftercare supplies.
“I don’t think so, no. You know I don’t pay attention to hockey that much.”
“You should,” Jonas pushes, following you as you shuffle around the entrance of your parlor, likely looking for some supply he wouldn’t know the name of. “We’re a blast. And playoff hopeful again next season,”
You shoot him a wry smile, the both of you knowing it would take a lot more convincing to get you to leave the comforts of your shop to watch a sport you’ve never kept up with before. “Yeah? I’ll consider it,” you deadpan.
The defenseman takes no offense to your words, instead finding them to be a challenge. Mischievously, he grins. “Your consideration will turn into a yes, just you wait,”
“Sure,” you laugh, changing the subject. “You get an uber yet?” It’s relatively early in the day, so competition for booking one shouldn’t be too difficult.
Jonas shakes his head, unlocking his phone at the reminder of needing to leave. “Nah, my teammate is picking me up. He’s our captain, maybe you’ve heard of him—Nico Hischier?”
You think back to news articles you’ve seen online from late April when the Devils made the playoffs for the first time in years and you think you may have heard something about the team’s captain, but otherwise you don’t know much.
“I thought everyone would have gone home by now,” you say instead. It had been a week since their season ended, after all. Maybe this Nico guy had captain duties to attend to? You figure it’s nice of him to pick his teammate up from getting a tattoo either way, though.
The hockey player hears the curiosity in your voice, wondering how you would react to meeting his captain. “We’re both from Switzerland, so we both agreed to fly home together once we were all finished up here in Jersey. Getting my wrist shaded was the last thing on the list, thankfully,”
You make a noncommittal noise of understanding, your curiosity officially peeked by this ‘Nico’ guy. If you’ve learned anything about how the Swiss act from Jonas, you’re definitely looking forward to seeing if this captain was anything like his teammate.
Soon enough, the bell above your door is ringing as a man enters the parlor. You assume it’s Nico Hischier because of the Devils beanie he’s wearing, and because he looks out of place standing in your little parlor on the opposite side of town where his team plays. You wouldn’t know he has several tattoos himself.
You meet his eyes for a moment, and it almost looks like he’s caught off guard by the sight of you before he spots Jonas. He’s tall, you note to yourself, his shy smile endearing as he greets his teammate with a pat on the back.
“Nico!” Jonas greets happily, engaging in a short conversation before he turns his arm up to show his newly-shaded ink. “This one hurt like a bitch, but it’s looking beautiful now, isn’t it?”
“It is,” the man who you now know to be Nico confirms, admiring your work on his friend’s skin. “You did this?” he suddenly asks, the deep timber of his voice catching you off guard.
“Yeah,” you say, a little breathless. He’s beautiful. You think to yourself, confused about why you suddenly feel so hot when you purposefully keep the temperature in your shop cool. “Jonas is one of my regulars.”
Nico hums in response, eyes flitting back and forth from the lion on Jonas’s wrist and back to you, undoubtedly curious about how long his teammate has known you, and why he feels disappointed that he can’t see the rest of the ink decorating your own arms.
He himself is no stranger to tattoos, but he doesn’t have many nor do his look so intricate on his body like they do on yours. I need a new tattoo artist, he thinks, then mentally slaps himself because what?
With your cheeks feeling like they’re on fire, you turn away from the two hockey players in front of you to try and hide the embarrassment you feel. Unbeknownst to you, your movements make the light catch the dainty jewelry decorating your ears and nose, and Nico now undoubtedly finds himself in awe at your retreating form.
Who are you? He thinks. Siegs is a shit for not introducing you sooner. And then he rolls his eyes at himself again. What the fuck is the matter with him, anyways? He must have gotten a concussion during the playoffs, or something.
“You’re a regular?” He looks to his friend, subtly asking how long you’ve known each other. “You must like them, then,”
Jonas never prided himself on being intuitive; Nico’s prying went right over his head. He says your name with a fond smile, briefly looking to you as you mess around your desk again. “Oh, yeah, they’re the best. They’re fucking amazing with a tattoo gun, not to mention a huge Devils fan, too,”
You just so happen to overhear their conversation. “No, I’m not,” you scowl, but quickly retract your statement because Nico is looking at you like you just kicked his puppy. “Well, I mean, I’m a fan but not, like, a huge fan. I’ve never even been to a game,”
“Siegs, you should’ve brought ‘em around sooner, what the fuck!”
“I tried,”
Nico continues on like he didn’t hear him. “You’re coming to opening night. On me—on us, yeah?”
You’re much too in shock to comment on his slip of tongue, instead staring wide-eyed as he looks at you with determination. Nico just met you, but feels this compelling need to know you beyond the fact that you’re his friend’s reserved tattoo artist.
“You might as well just say yes,” Jonas speaks up, having caught on to your hesitation. “He won’t stop until you do,”
“Damn right.” The captain agrees, crossing his arms to further cement his point.
You’re drawn to the muscles that flex under the material of his shirt, and okay. Wow. With the way your body is heating up you would think that you’ve never been attracted to another human being in your life.
Quickly, your eyes dart back up to Nico’s, and you flush when you see he’s already caught onto your admiration of his body. He raises an eyebrow, teasing, and then you finally blurt out your response lest he call you out. “Well,” you start, clearing your throat when your voice comes out hoarse. “I guess that could be fun, yeah?”
Nico’s infectious grin at your agreement has you returning one of your own, flushed at the way you already knew your life would be a much happier one if you got to see him smile like that at you forever.
The two Devils’ players left soon after that, but not before you exchanged numbers with Nico Hischier himself while a smug Jonas watched from the background. “So I can send you the tickets when the time comes,” he’d said.
It was a perfectly believable excuse to you, but Jonas clapping his teammate on the back as if it were some kind of accomplishment had you questioning if Nico planned on texting you before their opening night.
You forced yourself to forget about it, though, in the meanwhile. You still had two more clients after they left, and you couldn’t exactly do your best work if Nico’s chiseled face and soft eyes wouldn’t leave your head.
And then a sharp pang struck your heart as you figure you’re just being delusional again. Reading too much into a situation that had no call for it, and imagining the way he looked at you like there was something behind your guarded eyes he wanted to explore.
No, you quickly put an end to your thoughts, steeling your resolve as you march back into the shelter of your shop. You aren’t putting yourself through this. Not again.
In a world of meaningless hookups and disappointing endings, you were a damaged romantic who would have once given the world if asked. But that hope for the future you envision with rose colored glasses is long gone, destroyed along with the pieces of your heart that shattered the last time you let yourself get too close to someone.
You decide then and there, with the image of Nico Hischier and his look of awe the moment he first saw you, that you weren’t going to ever grant him the ability to break you like the last person who did so years ago.
Despite the politeness he exudes, you half expect him to start making a move the moment he lands in Switzerland. You think he’ll start with a text that says, ‘Hey, how are you?’ and once you respond (because you will) he’ll send you pictures of him in his homeland, ones that require a compliment or an inquiry about what he’s doing.
You think you have him figured out. Men are predictable, you would know—their brains all work the same, and that includes how they hit on people they’re interested in.
However, you’re surprised to find that a text from him never comes. There’s no message awaiting you in between tattoo sessions, no ‘how are you’ or a picture of a ski lift or whatever it is people do in Switzerland. It irritates you because you don’t have Nico all figured out like you thought.
If you couldn’t place him into the typical group of uncommitted assholes you’d come to learn, then just who is he?
The answer escapes you for many months after. You certainly don’t text him, but you do find his Instagram after drinking one too many glasses of wine and scroll through his pictures. Nico isn’t very active online is what you gather, for his last post was back in May after they got eliminated from the playoffs.
It makes him endearing, much to your displeasure. People glued to their phones and still use Snapchat as their main form of communication irritate you to no end.
Not Nico, though…
He stays on your mind for the entirety of summer, because you just couldn’t get the memory of his eyes out of your head. It panics you a little because it feels like you’re forming a crush, and your last one didn’t exactly bode well for you.
Whatever. It’s just a small, meaningless feeling that just so happens to have stuck. Nico probably wasn’t even going to send you a ticket for opening night.
This is what you tell yourself as September rolls around, the NHL preseason starts, and your stomach sinks deeper and deeper the closer the Devils’ opening night comes.
You’re thinking about him again right now, much to your displeasure, as you finish wiping down one of your stations after your last client of the day left. It was a busy one, and you’re grumpy because your neck hurts from leaning over for so long.
You accidentally knock over your cleaning spray in the midst of your aggressive cleaning, and just as you pick up the bottle there’s a quiet knock on your shop’s door.
“I thought I flipped the closed sign,” you mutter, exiting the room you were just in and walking to the lobby. You’re unable to make out who it is outside, the only striking feature being that they’re tall.
You open the door warily, speaking before they get the chance to. “Sorry, we’re closed for the night. You can come back tomorrow morning or call to book an appointment—”
“I’m not here for a tattoo.” He interrupts you with what sounds like amusement, and you freeze because you would recognize that voice anywhere.
You look up to meet his eyes, and are struck with the same dark brown that’s been haunting your mind for months.
“Nico,” you say, shock written all over your face. You lick your lips, trying to find something to say. “You’re… What are you doing here?”
“I still have the address saved from when Siegs sent it to me,” he admits, aware that’s not what you’re really asking. Facing you now, he finds himself nervous. You hadn’t changed much, except for maybe the addition of another piercing in your right ear, he thinks.
But you were so unlike other strangers he’s met in the past; they know who he is, all about his life, whereas you look at him like you’re not sure what to think.
Nico finds it refreshing. You’re intriguing, someone to figure out—not to mention he really likes your tattoos. And piercings. He fights the urge to trail his fingers up your sleeves to reveal the art decorating your skin.
You’re raising an eyebrow at him, and then he realizes he’s been silent for a good minute while he’s been staring at you. He releases a quick breath, “You still want to come to opening night, right?”
“I do,” you say, foregoing acting coy. Fuck it, you actually did really want to go. “Why? Is there an issue?”
“No, no, nothing like that,” he reassures, giving you a quick smile. “I’d just rather explain the ticket situation in person than on text,”
His reasoning sounds understandable to you, but you fail to pick up on why he still seems so nervous. It’s just a ticket to a game, right?
“So since it’s just you,” he starts, hesitantly. “You’ll be sitting with, um. You’ll be in the wives and girlfriends section.”
Truthfully, Nico wouldn’t be shocked if you decline after hearing where you’ll be sitting. He himself probably would have, because who, as a stranger, wants to sit with the players’ significant others?
He watches your reaction, holding his breath. But all you do is laugh a little, shrug nonchalantly even though internally you’re shitting your pants.
“Okay, but you do know I’m neither a wife nor a girlfriend,” of you, you want to add, but keep that last part to yourself. Even though over the course of these last few months your mind definitely imagined it.
Your expression is teasing, the corner of your lips quirked up into a small smirk that has the tension falling from Nico’s shoulders. You aren’t mad. This is a start.
He rubs the back of his neck, looking rather sheepish. “I didn’t know if you’d be okay with that,” he mumbles lowly, meeting your eyes. If you look closely you think you can see a rosy hue covering his cheeks.
“It’s just one game, yeah?” You muse, secretly pleased at the fact that he’s the nervous one this time, not you. “Nothing wrong with that,”
Nico lets out a breathless laugh, relieved knowing you won’t be caught off guard when you come to the opening game in October.
“Yeah,” he agrees. “Nothing wrong with that all.”
He stays for a few more minutes after that, your conversation surprisingly pleasant with little awkwardness as you shyly ask about his stay back home, and he gladly expresses his joy at being back in Switzerland for a few months.
His unabashed enthusiasm to share his life with you catches you off guard, but you find that you like learning these little things about him. It defeats your whole purpose of not letting yourself get close to him, but you push that worry to the back of your mind for later.
Nico does eventually leave, but not before giving you a hug that leaves your heart racing. One of his hands came to rest respectfully at the small of your back, and you could have sworn you felt his lips brush your cheek before he pulled away.
“See you soon,” he had grinned, his eyes dark and enthused.
Feeling corny and rather irritated with yourself, your fingers brush the spot on your cheek, swearing you could still feel the heat of his lips.
You still don’t hear from Nico even after his visit, and you’re once again struck by the fact that you still can't tell what his intentions are. You find yourself checking your phone anyway, going so far as to stalk his Instagram. Again.
This is most definitely becoming a bad habit. A very bad one. You think to yourself as, one day, you find yourself staring at your screen once more, weeks having gone by with the brown eyed boy still on your mind.
With another client in just over two hours, you find yourself using the break to get some work done on your laptop at the desk in the lobby of your shop. You aren’t very productive, but it makes you feel better about your wandering imagination being so distracting.
Just having happened to save a finished spreadsheet of your recent clients and their pricing, a man is pushing open the door to your shop. You quickly determine that it’s some type of delivery based on the package he carries before he drops it onto your counter.
He reads out your name from a paper, glancing up at you for confirmation of your identity. “Yes, that’s me,” you say, eyeing the unknown sender label. “Do you know who sent this?” You haven’t placed any orders recently, so it isn’t something from you.
The mailman shakes his head, giving you a polite smile before wishing you a good rest of your day. You wave to him offhandedly as he exits the shop, and then find a pair of scissors to carefully cut through the tape holding the box shut.
As if you’re opening Pandora’s box, you’re wary as you unfold the cardboard, your fingers brushing against thick fabric before carefully taking it out.
Unfolded and spread out across your desk, you freeze. You’re lucky no one else is here in the front to see you because your face is a deep shade of tomato red, and you’re smiling so hard your cheeks hurt.
Before you lay a jersey for the New Jersey Devils, and you know even before turning it over that it has Nico Hischier’s surname and number printed on the back.
As you’re staring at the jersey in awe, your fingers trailing over the brand new and surely expensive fabric, your phone pings with a new message.
It’s from a number you’d memorized months ago even though you’d never once used it to communicate. A text from Nico Hischier greets you as you unlock your phone.
UPS sent me a notification that the package I sent you arrived. I hope you like it. Looking forward to seeing you next month :)
“Oh, he’s good,” you say out loud, your smile growing even wider if that were possible. Your heart’s tempo picks up, and your fingers fly across the keyboard to respond.
You’re still not sure what he’s about—what are his plans here? Does he like you? Is he flirting for fun or does he have intentions to go forward?
You try not to overthink it as you finalize your response, pressing send soon after.
I just got it. I have to say, you’re bold. I guess I have no choice but to wear it now considering how much it probably cost you.
As if he were waiting for a response, a new message appears almost instantly.
It’s no big deal. Really. Just want to make your first game a memorable one. I’ll sign the jersey for you, too.
Careful, hot shot, I might start thinking you have other intentions here.
You wouldn’t be wrong.
September passes quickly, and before you know it October 12 is here and you’re nervously walking through Prudential Center to the section your seat is in.
You don’t stick out as much as you think you do, which is relieving because everyone around you is too focused on getting to their own seats and discussing the game.
You know you don’t fit the typical bill of someone coming to support a professional hockey player, considering what you think you are to Nico is… Complicated.
Your arms are covered in small but meaningful tattoos, and your ears are decorated with piercings along with the lone stud on your nose. You wouldn’t think someone like Nico would find it all attractive about you, but he’s said so numerous times over call and text.
You think about said communication as you finally sit down, a good thirty minutes before the game starts because nobody else is around you yet.
After Nico sent you his jersey, it’s like the floodgates opened from whatever was holding the two of you back from talking. Despite your reservations, he enraptured you from the get-go and you just couldn’t stop yourself from falling.
Nico is a really good texter, surprisingly. None of the lower case bullshit or long response times you’d expect from a sports player, but instead the exact opposite.
He doesn’t give you the feeling of talking to a child, an immature man who doesn’t know what he wants; in the time spent between him first using your number and going to the game, you’ve noticed how his responses are thought out and intentional. He responds quickly, but not too quickly to make you think he doesn’t have a career to focus on, and he makes you smile when he adds those cute smiley faces after the end of his texts.
You think you’re enjoying Nico Hischier a little too much to be normal, but you choose not to focus on that as you’re greeted by an unknown woman tapping your shoulder.
“Hi!” She says, giving you a welcoming smile that instantly puts you at ease. “Nico said he invited someone to come tonight. And Jonas,” she adds the last part like it was an afterthought, then gives you a slightly apologetic look. “He didn’t have time to tell us your name, so he just said to look for piercings and tattoos. I’m assuming that’s you?”
You’re not offended by others using your slightly unconventional looks to point you out; you’re proud of all of your piercings and the ink decorating your skin. You wouldn’t be you without them.
Slightly overwhelmed at the amount of words that just spewed from her mouth, though, you hide it well as you damper your nerves to respond. “Hi. Yeah, um, that’s me. They both - Nico and Jonas - really wanted me to come tonight.” You don’t include the fact that it was all Nico who sent you the ticket, showed up at your shop, and had been texting you nonstop for the past month.
The woman grins, seemingly relieved she had the right person. “Nico never brings anyone around so we were all pretty excited to meet you. I’m Natalie, Jonas’ girlfriend, by the way.”
Natalie is the exact type of girl you’d be expecting to date a professional hockey player. She’s blonde with a lithe figure, bright blue eyes and a face that could be on the front page of a magazine. She fits in with this crowd, not you, but you try not to let that bother you as you focus on her being the woman who makes one of your good clients happy.
Jonas has mentioned his girlfriend numerous times before, singing nothing but praises, and he’s even shown you a picture. Now that she’s in front of you, you instantly recognize her.
“I thought I recognized you,” you say. “I’m Jonas’ tattoo artist, he talks about you all the time,” maybe you were exaggerating a bit, but. Siegs wouldn’t mind. You were buttering him up to the ‘love of his life’, after all.
“He’s mentioned you too, oh my gosh, now it’s all clicking!” Natalie instantly gasps, sliding into the seat next to you. “You’re crazy talented. All of his tattoos are beautiful.”
“Thank you,” you grin, a little bashful. “He’s a great guy. I enjoy working with him.”
Natalie smiles back, and soon the two of you are joined by the rest of the WAG’s as the puck drop grows closer. Just as you’re about to pull out your phone, Natalie has seemingly managed to break free from whoever she was talking to.
“So, how do you know Nico? Jonas didn’t mention much about you coming, it was mostly Neeks who asked us to greet you,”
Neeks? You file that nickname away for later, and then your face grows red because you’re not sure how to answer her question.
“We actually met because of Jonas, funny enough. He was getting his wrist shaded, right after they got eliminated from the playoffs, and he asked Nico to come pick him up from my shop when it was done.”
“I remember,” Natalie says. “We were flying to Switzerland right after he was done. Sorry, you can continue,”
“You’re good,” you chuckle. “But yeah, then Jonas mentioned how I’d never been to a game, and Nico is who managed to convince me to come tonight.” You keep it simple, vague. No need to provide a complicated answer, mostly because you didn’t know how to reply without making it seem like you and Nico hadn’t been flirting for weeks now.
She looks like she’s about to say something, but suddenly the lights are dimming and an announcer is speaking, his loud voice booming throughout the arena. The next thing you know the lights are coming back on full blast, the puck is dropped, and ten hockey players are whipping across the ice at lightning speed.
Holy shit, you want to say, the sounds of screaming fans and players slamming against the boards rather overwhelming to you but in a good way. It has your blood pumping, and while you don’t understand much of anything - like why the refs blow the whistle randomly or what certain penalties mean - you find that you’re having a good time with Natalie keeping you company, explaining things as they occur.
“That Red Wings player is going into the box which means they’re down a player, and—oh, look, there’s Nico!” She’s pointing to the ice, and you have to squint to follow her line of sight, but you quickly recognize the Swiss captain’s profile and fight the muscles in your face from breaking into a smile.
Alas, you end up losing that battle as a grin manages to fight its way onto your face anyway. You know he can’t see you from so far up, but you like to think he tries as the Jumbotron focuses on him and catches his eyes peering up into the general direction of where you’re seated.
To downplay your excitement at spotting him, you ask, “What’s Jonas’ number?”
“Seventy-one,” Natalie answers, about to say something else, but interrupts herself as she along with almost every other fan in the arena jumps up out of their seats to shout obscenities at the referees.
Yeah, you think to yourself, comically scared of the aggression these hockey fans show for their team. This will take some getting used to.
Almost three hours later, the Devils manage to secure the win for their first game of the season. They almost blew it, or that’s what you hear from others around you, but you’re just glad to have something to congratulate Nico for when you go to meet him outside the locker room.
Speaking of, you along with the other WAG’s are walking down there right now, and your nerves from before the game are coming back full-force, stomach-twisting, vomit-inducing and all.
You’re standing next to Natalie as she talks with two other girls, and you’re content to just listen because your nerves aren’t allowing you to do anything else.
Then, as if the universe were tuned into your thoughts, the locker room doors open and multiple Devils players come streaming out. They’re freshly showered, back in the suits they arrived at the arena in, and you don’t even bother to hide your eagerness as you look for Nico in the crowd.
You spot Jonas first, though, as he catches sight of Natalie and bounds over to her with open arms. “Good game,” you think she says, then says something even quieter and that’s when Jonas sees you standing next to them.
He says your name in shock before a broad smile stretches over his face. “You came!” And then he’s also bringing you into a hug, looking all too happy to have some of his favorite people surrounding him.
“I did,” you laugh, pulling back after a moment. “It was really fun to watch. I’m glad you guys won,” you kind of wince at the end, knowing their win was shaky at best, but he looks like he appreciates the humor all the same.
“Yeah, we are too,” he says, then looks as if he just remembered something. “Nico was coming out right behind me, and—oh, there he is! Neeks!” He calls his captain’s name abruptly, and you swivel around to see Nico Hischier in the flesh heading towards you.
“There you are with the nickname again,” Nico chuckles as he approaches, then embraces his friend as if they didn’t just see each other a minute ago.
When he pulls back, his eyes quickly find yours, and unlike the first time you met there’s no awkwardness as Nico gives you a wide grin before wrapping his arms around you.
“You came,” he says into the top of your hair, and you can hear the smile in his voice. He doesn’t give you time to speak before he’s pulling back only slightly, enough to see your face from below peering up at him.
You take in the sight of him above you, rendered speechless as this image of him smiling so happily will likely replay in your memory forever. Nico is pure ecstasy, delight incarnate as those dark brown eyes likely have you painted in a way you could never see yourself in.
Finally finding your words, you duck your head for a moment, embarrassed at the blush you know is on your cheeks. “I wouldn’t miss it,” you say, referring to the game. “You played great, Neeks,”
Nico playfully leans back, lightly groaning at hearing you tease his nickname. “I should’ve known they’d say that in front of you,” he sighs, but you can tell it’s in nothing but jest as his smile remains. “Thank you, though,”
And now it was his turn to be bashful, as the blood rushes to his cheeks. What a picture you’re sure the two of you were; both pairs of hands still holding the other and equally flustered expressions on your faces. You find that you don’t mind the contact, though, despite having a slight aversion to touch. Nico’s warmth is comforting, and you rather like being close to him.
It’s not until Jonas coughs loudly from behind you that you and Nico finally release your hold on one another, and you turn to see he and Natalie looking at the two of you with barely contained excitement.
You meet Nico’s eyes, both of you struggling to hide your laughs at Jonas and Natalie’s failed poker faces. “Nice assist, Siegs,” you say to break the lingering tension, and the four of you come together like you’d all been close friends for years.
As you’re all leaving the arena through the exit the players use, Jonas and Nico walk ahead of you, exchanging teasing words and lighthearted insults, while you and Natalie watch from behind.
“So,” Natalie chirps, looking at you expectantly. “What do you think?”
You’re not dumb. You know she’s asking about Nico, thinking this is the first time you’ve talked to him since you first met him at your tattoo shop.
“Hockey? Yeah, it’s pretty cool,” you say, snickering when she sighs at your avoidance. “I’ll have to go to more games.”
“Not about hockey, about Nico,” Natalie says, whispering his name as if it’s taboo. “We aren’t blind. That was a long hug, and Nico literally never brings anyone here. Ever.”
“Technically, Jonas offered to bring me to a game first,”
The spunky blonde ignores you, offhandedly waving her arm. “Semantics. He also keeps turning around to look at you. Like right now.”
What? You instantly look ahead and see she’s right, your eyes meeting Nico’s. His face turns red as he sends you a shy smile, and then he turns back to Jonas who is still talking beside him.
Natalie observes the interaction, a small grin on her face. “You’ve both been talking long before now, haven’t you?”
“Is it that obvious?” you chuckle bashfully, slightly embarrassed your interactions allow her to pick up on your chemistry so quick. She shrugs, increasing her stride to stand in front of you as you reach their cars. “A little. But I’ve known Nico for a bit now, he’s a good guy. He likes you, too, I think.”
You don’t get the chance to respond before Jonas is wrapping an arm around Natalie’s waist, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. “We gotta get going, yeah? Early morning tomorrow,”
Nico’s hand is brushing against your arm as he moves to your side, unable to tell if the resulting shiver from his touch is from the slight chill in the air or just him. “We have a game in Arizona, a back-to-back,” he clarifies, answering your unspoken question.
“Ah,” you say. “That sucks.”
“Not this time. I’ll have plenty of good things to think about on the flight.” He winks at you, perfectly implying what those ‘good things’ are.
Your face turns red just as Jonas pretends to gag. “That would be our sign to leave. Right, babe?” He attempts to lead his girlfriend away, but Natalie suddenly gasps and runs back to you.
“I forgot to get your number,” she says, thrusting her phone into your hands. “We’re definitely hanging out again.” And, well, okay then. Who are you to deny her?
Jonas and Natalie drive away in his fancy sports car, which leaves you to walk Nico to his own. It’s quiet between the two of you, comforting because you’re both content to revel in each other’s company. Your hands occasionally brush - purely Nico’s fault - until he gathers the bravery to lace your fingers together just as you approach his car.
He doesn’t drop your hand, not even as he turns to face you once you come to a stop. “You have a ride home?”
You shrug sheepishly. No, you hadn’t really thought that far. “I was just planning on ubering…”
Nico scoffs, as if the very thought offends him. “Yeah, no. I’ll drive you home.” At the apprehensive look on your face, his confidence wavers slightly, and he mindlessly rubs his thumb over your hand to calm his own nerves. “If you’re okay with it, of course,”
Why does he have to be so cute? You give in instantly, the tension melting from your bones as, boldly, you use his grip on your hand to tug him closer. “That would be great, Nico, thank you.”
While his car, like Jonas’, is also expensive, you feel comfortable surrounded by the dark material and the scent of Nico’s cologne. The radio is playing softly, and he’s humming along quietly while strumming the fingers of his hand on the steering wheel. His other is resting on the gear shift, but you can tell by the way his hand keeps twitching that he wants to move it closer to you.
If you’ve learned anything about Nico within the weeks that you’ve been talking to him, it’s that he is huge on physical touch. He said it over text, but in person it’s even more obvious because his hands are rarely to himself when he’s next to you.
As the minutes go by, you finally give in to his body’s desire with a laugh as you reach over to tangle your hands together, now resting in your lap. “You really weren’t kidding when you said you liked touching, were you?”
Even with the darkness surrounding him, you can easily spot the maroon flush blooming across his cheeks. He briefly looks to you, unable to hide his grin before turning his attention back to the road. “No,” he laughs, gripping your hand reflexively like he’s testing out the contact. “I wasn’t.”
You’re both significantly more loose after you give in to your want for the other, and the rest of the ride is silent save for the occasional song lyrics mumbled by Nico. Almost too quickly he’s pulling into the parking lot of your apartment complex, and you’re disappointed when your hands release as you climb out of the car.
“Can I walk you to your door?”
“Sure.”
Like the car ride, the walk to your apartment is comfortably silent, and this time Nico doesn’t hesitate when taking your hand. He smiles when you shiver, but doesn’t say anything which you appreciate.
The elevator is stopping at your floor almost too soon, and you find yourself not wanting the night to end. You’re enjoying his company far too much, and you really like holding his hand. Imagining yourself doing this on a regular basis is overwhelming and definitely freaks you out a little once you come to a stop at your door.
“Here I am,” you chuckle, a little awkwardly. So… What do you do now? Thank him? Hug him? Kiss him?
You go to say something, anything… But Nico beats you to it. “Thank you for coming tonight,” he says, squeezing your hand. “I couldn’t see you from the ice, but I liked trying to pretend I could see you watching me.” He winks, then, and you don’t bother denying that yes, you were watching him the entire time.
You still try to be humble, though. “Thank you for getting me a ticket,” you say, trying to decide how forward you should be. His eyes sparkle, though, as you talk, like he can’t get enough of your voice… “All the girls were nice. Welcoming. It was fun pretending I was one of them.”
“I want you to be,” Nico blurts, almost breathless. “‘One of them’, that is. I think I like you,” he laughs like he can’t believe the words coming out of his mouth.
You’re unable to take your eyes off him, those dark brown of his bearing into you. The color is warm, just like Nico because he reminds you of a summer day and if he's the sun, then you’re a mere leaf desperately searching for his light.
“I think I like you too,” you admit, a little quieter, a little shy. You still don’t like being touched, but as his hands come to cup your cheeks you decide that you do like the feel of his calloused skin against yours, and then he’s dipping his head to capture your lips in a kiss you don’t know you’ve been waiting for.
You melt instantly, sighing into his mouth with relief. Nico’s kisses are long and smooth, and you’re happy to let him lead before he’s pulling back all too soon, his beard scruff leaving the skin around your lips burning pleasantly.
Fluttering eyes open, leaving you with the distinct feeling of coming up from underwater. Nico looks just as elated as you feel, gazing at you from dark brown eyes filled with adoration. His thumb runs across your bottom lip, and then he’s stepping back respectfully.
“I’ll call you when I get back to my place, yeah?” He says, and you’re glad he seems just as eager to continue talking as you are.
“Yeah, that… That works,” English has left your head, and you stumble over what to say next. Nico has left you speechless, literally. “Drive safe.”
He flashes you a blinding smile, and then disappears back into the elevator.
“Oh fuck,” you say to the emptiness of the corridor. “Fuck. I’m so fucked.”
Nico calls you when he gets home, just like he said he would. He also calls you the day after that and the day after that, and when he can’t call because of a game or practice or whatever, he’s texting you.
You’re swept up in the world of Nico Hischier; his friends have become your (albeit, surface) friends, Natalie has taken you under her wing, and as the weeks go by you’re regularly attending games in the WAG section.
There’s no label on your relationship, and while you like that you’re taking this slow, there's still this desire to kiss him in front of everyone after a game won, to show the hockey world that this man, this man right here is yours.
You don’t act on it, though, as much as you may want to. You have this fear that because your appearance isn’t so conventional, that Nico would get hate for being seen with you. Everyone around you subtly hints that this fear of yours is irrational, but you know better.
As the new year comes and goes - it’s the best way you’ve spent new years in forever because Nico kisses you right as the clock strikes twelve, under the flashing lights and his cheering teammates around you - the Devils’ season continues to dominate. They’re projected to make the playoffs again, and you’re going to just about every game now to show your support.
What you don’t realize is that the fans’ scrutiny of the players only grows the closer the end of the regular season comes, and their attention also shifts to the significant others. WAG playoff jackets are apparently a thing, and you hear from Natalie how the designs for this year are already in the works.
Nico hinted one night that he wanted you to wear one by mentioning he can’t wait to see you when they’re in the playoffs. You gave him a slight look of suspicion because he said it in a way like he’s anticipating something, but he only shrugged cheekily when you tried prying.
Everything comes to an ugly head, though, when you discover hockey Twitter. You’ve obviously known of the app, but you only download it when you hear how the hockey coverage is extensive and you decide you want to keep up with all NHL news more easily.
That’s when you stumble across a term called ‘puck bunnies’, and how there are accounts dedicated to the players’ dating lives with information as trivial as who they’re being spotted with.
Anxiety takes control one night when you’re scrolling through a gossip page, and you succumb to the urge to search Nico’s name. To your horror, there are posts mentioning how a new person (you) has joined the WAG’s at games, and fans have spotted him leaving with this new person consistently.
You can’t find anything mentioning your identity, but you do find criticisms of your appearance. A lot of them. And, really, you knew this was going to happen, it was just a matter of when. The thought doesn’t comfort you, though, as your stomach drops when past girlfriends of Nico are brought up.
They’re all blondes, the occasional brunette, too. Of course they are. You figure anyways that part of the reason you were so intriguing to him to begin with is because you’re so unlike anyone he’s ever dated before. It still doesn’t make you feel better.
You have unconventional piercings, tattoos and quite a lot of them, and you don’t have the money to splurge on expensive clothing like these models do. A word a lot of these hateful posts use is ‘downgrade’, and your insecurities start to agree.
Why does Nico even like you? What do you have that these other girls don’t? From the looks of it, you’re the first of, well, you that he’s ever dated.
You hate it. You hate all of it. Twitter, stupid puck bunnies (how demeaning, too?), your incredibly strong feelings for Nico, and the thought that you aren’t good enough for him.
Now, what you should be doing is calling him. Hell, even Natalie. You know you need to talk to someone about what you’ve found, get some reassurance that the online gossip is purely just that: gossip.
But, well, you’ve never been reasonable. Anxiety and overthinking has ruled your life since you could talk. Instead, you stay silent, stew in your self-loathing and scroll through more of the disgusting Twitter thread.
You let these strangers’ words get to you, their biting insults swimming around in the back of your mind over the next few days all while everyone else is none the wiser.
Especially Nico, who thinks everything is fine until it isn’t. He’s busy with the team, leading with a grace only a captain could possess, and playing his heart out every game to ensure their spot in the postseason. He thinks your distance is because you know how busy he is and simply just don’t want to bother him.
Which, he appreciates you respecting his career, but your shortened responses, curt replies, and frequent denials to come to his games start to signal warning sirens in his head. You aren’t an open book by any means, but this… Nico finds it startling. He knows something is wrong.
So he pries. He texts you more than normal, during video reviews where he’s supposed to be paying attention to replays and right after practices, too. One could say he’s being overbearing, and in the midst of all your self-loathing and depressive overthinking, you snap.
Nico had kept texting you, over and over again, asking for your schedule over the next few days along with continuously asking about when you could see him next. Your fingers moved faster than you could think, and then you pressed send on a message you keep telling yourself you don’t regret.
I just don’t have time, Nico, jesus. Let it go.
The read receipt had appeared under the message less than a minute later, and not another text came through. You’d most definitely had a slight mental breakdown, wanted to call him and apologize and kiss away the frown you’re sure is marring his beautiful lips, but you try convincing yourself it’s for the best.
You don’t deserve all the good that Nico Hischier brings into your life. He’s far too good for you—everyone else seems to think so, too.
And so, that’s that. Nico doesn’t text you anymore and you certainly don’t text him. You’d burned that bridge with no hesitation, and any sparks that were growing between you are certainly extinguished now. This is what you tell yourself, anyways, even as you still can’t stop yourself from tuning into the Devils games over the next few days.
You throw yourself into your work, even more than before. You switch around scheduling for different clients, place multiple sessions right after the other so the buzz of your tattoo gun is too loud for you to think of anything else.
It works, for a time. But you can only do it for so long, and it doesn’t stop you from watching recaps of Nico nor does it keep you from noticing how off-kilter he seems. You’ve come to realize that whenever the captain is off, so is the rest of the team, and the Devils go on a losing streak over the next two weeks that kills you almost as much as you’re sure it’s killing them.
You still don’t contact him, though. You keep your distance, avoid the bars you know they frequent and dodge Natalie’s attempts at meeting up, too. You’re sure she knows you and Nico aren’t talking, either because of how badly he’s playing or because Jonas told her, and you don’t want to give her an opportunity to pry.
And Nico, well. He’s very obviously a mess. He’s snappy, overwhelmed, angry at the littlest things; he broke his stick against the wall during one practice because Jack had passed him a puck, but Nico botched the play just like everything else in his life, apparently.
A perk about being the captain is that none of his teammates have the guts to come up to him to bluntly ask him what’s wrong. On the other hand, his teammates follow his lead to a T, which means that as a result of his foul mood and horrible playing, their spot in the standings has noticeably suffered.
You don’t leave his head, not when he’s in the middle of a game or lying wide awake in his bed until the early hours of the morning. Many times he contemplates breaking the barrier you’d put between the two of you, to ask what he did and if there’s anything he can do to fix it. Nico thinks it’s his fault, that maybe he came off as too clingy…
He knows of your past, knows you’re so wary to jump into relationships for a reason, and figures he just did something to scare you back into seclusion.
The abrupt silence between the two of you builds, and Nico is so frustrated with himself and with you that when they play a division rival, the Philadelphia Flyers, his pent-up aggravation is released and he plays the best hockey he’s probably ever played before in his life.
Nico has never done drugs, but he’s positive the adrenaline pumping through his veins is similar to the rush of dopamine one would feel right after. He’s high off the elation of winning, and it gives him the courage to finally do something about the mounting irritation from his lack of contact with you.
He leaves the rock as soon as he’s able, breaks a few traffic laws in his haste to get to your shop as quickly as possible. It’s a long shot, showing up this late at night on a Friday, but he knows your habits and he knows you.
As he swerves into a parking spot, his gut tells him he’s right. You’re here. You have to be.
Unfortunately for you, Nico is right. You are, in fact, holed up alone in your shop, postponing the lonely ride to your lonely apartment in place of searching for something to do.
You watched the Devils game in the midst of distracting yourself, because of course you did. You saw how the players’ growing frustration led to pure determination that ultimately secured them the win.
You’re proud of them. Proud of Nico. You want to text him, do something, but… then there’s rapid knocking on the doors, and you’re peeking around the corner to catch a glimpse of the likely drunkard trying to break in.
You’re about to just wave them off, gesture towards the sign hanging on the window you know is switched to close, but the man outside speaks and you’re frozen.
“Please, baby, let me in,” the voice is laced with pure desperation, and oh, now you can see him as clear as day. He mouths your name through the glass, and you don’t have the strength to send him away.
You reluctantly unlock the door, shying away from his touch when he tentatively puts a hand on your arm. Nico is having none of it, though, and quickly grabs your hand to tug you back towards him. He’s had enough of your silence, isn’t going to let you walk away so easily this time.
When you don’t meet his eyes, he lets out a heavy breath, squeezes your hand once, then, “What the fuck is going on?” and you’re still silent, still avoidant, refusing to look up at his face. He says your name, voice anguished as he begs again, “Talk to me, please?”
You dodge his questions. “Why are you here, Nico?”
Nico reads your body language, watches as you refuse to meet his eyes and finally break away from his touch. He realizes he still affects you, and that you pushing him away is purely because you’re in your own head and don’t know how to get out of it
“Did you see my game?” Nico eventually asks, realizing he has to approach this gently, like you’re a wounded animal and in a sense, you are.
You did, but you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that. (He knows, anyway). So you just shrug, pretending to fiddle with the random shit on your desk.
“So that’s a yes,” Nico mutters to himself. Then, he speaks up, louder, so he knows you hear him. “I scored a goal tonight.” he pauses, waits for your reaction.
You look up then, only for a moment, squinting your eyes in what looks to be a glare. “Congratulations.”
The way you look at him screams paranoid, insecure, and suddenly Nico is hit with the memory of a conversation he had with a fan a few days ago. She was young, in her early teens and certainly not out of highschool so he didn’t take her gossip too seriously, but…
“You guys are so cute!” he remembers her squealing, shoving her phone in his face. It was a blurry picture of the two of you holding hands walking out of the arena, that much he remembers. “Everyone’s hating on them online but they’re all just jealous you’re taken now.”
Nico had been signing her jersey when she said that. He raised an eyebrow, was tuning her out slightly. “Hating? On Twitter? Shocking,” he had laughed. “Does anyone take them seriously?”
The girl - whose name he now doesn’t remember - had shrugged. “A few obsessed people, yeah. Don’t go on Twitter if you want to keep your sanity. I’d tell your… friend that, too.”
Except he didn’t. Her words went through one ear and right out the other, and it’s like a halo of light just lit up his head because oh, Nico understands now, and he feels his stomach dropping over the thought that you’ve been living with this for weeks now.
Nico scoffs at your sass but it sounds more like a laugh. He knows what to do, now. “Signed a few fans’ jerseys after the game, and then I remembered an interesting conversation with this one girl a few games back. It was really enlightening. Wanna know what she said?”
You know what’s coming. You’ve already seen what people say about your rumored relationship with Nico, and you think he’s just telling you this to definitively end whatever you started with each other.
Words escape you, but what does manage to come out is a choked up, “Not really”, under your breath.
“She said people talked about us online. Were saying a bunch of bullshit about how you ‘aren’t my type’ and that I’m too good for you. Can you believe that?”
Nico takes a few cautious steps towards you, leans over your desk to gauge your reaction. He sees the light sheen in your eyes, the way your hands tremble as you attempt to look like you aren’t hanging on to his every word.
But Nico sees right through you. He understands immediately, in that moment, why you’re pushing him away, and it breaks his heart into a million pieces.
“Oh, baby,” he coos, softly. “You didn’t think I agreed with them, did you?”
You try to respond, but you cut yourself off by letting out a sob as the overwhelming emotions catch up to you.
Nico immediately rounds the desk, his own eyes tearing up as he wraps his muscular arms around your body in a protective hug. You’re shaking as you bury your head into his neck, spurting apology after apology.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,”
“I know,” he shushes, one hand running through your hair while the other rubs soothing circles on your back. “I know. It’s okay,”
“Why don’t you hate me? You should hate me,”
“I could never hate you.”
You don’t let go of Nico, not even as he slides down the wall with you in his arms. It’s behind your desk, so you’re hidden from view. The thought that he did this on purpose so you can break down in peace only makes you cry harder, and yet he doesn’t falter in his comfort.
“Is this why you went silent on me?” He eventually asks, gently, so as to not startle you. “Because of… Twitter?”
You nod imperceptibly, feeling rather embarrassed now that it’s said out loud how much online gossip has bothered you. It wasn’t just because of that, though. “It’s stupid, I know—”
“No, no it’s not. Your feelings aren’t stupid.” He says immediately. “I’m sorry you found those things online. I wish you would’ve told me, or something, that way I could’ve reassured you,”
“I should have,” you say. You almost lost him, this person you care about so deeply. “You scare me so much, though, you know?”
Nico jerks, aghast. “No, no, not like that,” You reassure, unable to stop yourself from smiling. “I mean… What I feel for you scares me. Like it’s too good to be true,”
You’re nervous to continue, but then his fingers begin tracing the tattoos on your arms and you shiver because of an entirely new reason, other nerves forgotten.
“And, I don’t know. I guess I was looking for reasons to doubt… Us. Which is wrong, I know. And then I found the Twitter thread, and I let their words confirm what I was already thinking.”
One of his hands trails up the back of your neck, gently massages the skin there for a moment, and is then carefully smoothing over some of your older piercings, admiring how the jewelry looks against your skin. He’s working to calm you down, and it’s working because you then realize you've forgotten how to speak.
“Um,” you swallow, throat dry. “You’re here, though,” you finish lamely, finally meeting his eyes in awe.
“I am.” He affirms. The hand on your arm joins the other to cup your face, and then your eyes flutter shut as he presses a gentle kiss to your lips. “And I’m not going anywhere, yeah? Not unless you tell me to fuck off. ”
“Okay,” you whisper, assured and now content as his arms go back to curling you into his chest. “Okay. Sounds good.” And then a thought strikes you, like the deprivation of his life you’ve been forcing yourself to deal with has had enough. “When’s your next game?”
Nico’s face breaks out into a beautiful smile, one that takes your breath away. “There’s one at home next Thursday,” he says. “I think Natalie might hurt me if I tell her that you’re still too busy, so does this mean you’ll come?”
“Can’t have that now, can we?” you murmur, matching his grin. “But yeah, yeah, I’ll go,” and back to cool nonchalance you go, unable to take the love rushing through you.
Finally, you find the strength to lift yourself off the floor. He immediately grabs your hand, lacing your fingers together. As you stand in the middle of your shop, smiling goofily at each other, he looks nervous again, and his thumb smooths over the back of your hand reflexively.
“I’ve missed you,” Nico admits, looking down at you shyly. “Didn’t realize how much I liked having you in my life.”
“I’m sorry,” you say, genuinely upset with yourself for shutting him out. “I missed you too. A lot.”
“So we’re good now, then?” he looks anxious, like he thinks he still did something wrong. “You’ll talk to me next time?”
“We’re good. I’ll talk to you,” you swear. And you’re serious this time. It hurt you just as much as it hurt him to fall out of contact for weeks. Terrifyingly enough, you’re sure it’s because you’re falling in love with him.
You’ll hold back from saying those three words for a little while longer, though.
“So,” you say after a moment. “Catch me up? On everything I missed?”
He grins again, and you think it’s the prettiest thing you’ve ever laid your eyes on. “Can we recap back at my place?” At the suggestive look on your face his face quickly turns red. “I just miss having you in my bed,” he mumbles, and at your laugh just starts dragging you to the door.
“Wait, wait, I need to lock up!” Nico playfully groans, squeezes your hips with a mocking “hurry up” and then you’re running out onto the busy streets of New Jersey like two reckless teenagers looking to elope.
It’s healing, freeing, and dangerous all at once because you can’t stop giggling and Nico can’t stop kissing you, and as you look at his face outlined by the red of a stoplight you think, I could fall in love with him.
You’re sure he’ll catch you when you hit the bottom, too.
A/N: I was planning on including smut but since I wrote this with a gender neutral reader not even I could make that work LMAO regardless, I hope you still enjoyed! I haven’t written a 10k+ fic in a while so I had a lot of fun with this one. As always, comments and reblogs are much appreciated <3
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For your sleepover...
Stucky have you whisked away for a long retreat to a cabin in the mountains, wood burning fireplace, hot tub for pre play and aftercare, and on the second day there you wake up tied to the bed and blindfolded, hearing them going at it next to you, feeling the bed shake, and hearing plans for you for the next few days between declarations of love, as they finish, they realize you're awake and start in on pleasuring/ edging you.
My Jonas brother in Christ! What a lethal treat you left in my box, Libby!
I mean...
First, not surprising that they got me tied up while I was asleep, because once I'm asleep, I'm a 90% zombie sleeper hahaha (with a somnophilia kink, but that's not really relevant to this situation)
HONESTLY we better put the rest of this answer under a cut for probably sexually explicit content, or speculating about it in great detail
(unless/of course they know that and teased my sleeping form into a bit of a low thrumming for them already so I wake up in an even more ....delicate? heightened? horny state mwahaha)
This has got to be a "realize you're awake" thing, right? They know everything about me. They know I'm awake. But if I'm a good girl and don't make a sound, I'll get to watch. They know there's a part of me that also goes fi;aoffj;oaa'ioaraf when they talk about me like I'm not there. They know I hate to be tied up. (hate - I'm willing to endure the torture because they make it good and will reward me even further once they let me loose.) Last night when we got to the cabin was about relaxing, having fun, it was a long drive, so we ate dinner, chatted, had some wine, kissed and enjoyed each other a bit, but nothing crazy before we went to bed. But to wake up like this? Turned on and desperate, desire dialed up to eleven watching them, while I'm tied up they're going to make me an absolute whimpering mess, edging me continually, but then finally drawing two or three orgasms out of me before they untie me because now I'm just a pliable fucked out mess that they get to just pass back and forth all morning.
They wanted to take me on a retreat, right? I'd probably been working too hard, so their goal was to get me to a place where I couldn't think anymore.
Once they're done with this phase/the first morning, Bucky draws me a bath and gets me settled in the tub of the opulent bathroom (it's one of those 'rich people cabins' they've rented) while Steve gets a big charcuterie tray ready for all of us, and they hand-feed me morsels. Then they wash my hair and my body, towel me dry, take me to the bed and rub lotion over every inch of me (with plenty of soft kisses) (but this isn't about sensual heat right now). Bucky braids my hair. They dress me in cute panties, a pair of soft sleep shorts, one of Steve's old crewneck sweatshirts, then crawl onto the bed with me and pull me up to the pillows, tucking in on either side of me for a cuddled-up afternoon nap. It's the most glorious first half of the first day of our cabin vacation.
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"I'm sorry..." LuWin (WayV)
Summary: When Lucas breaks up with his ex, an old friend from the past returns...
Tags: Angst I guess, Former Bffs, sad, insecurities, Comfort, fluff at the end, aftercare
A/N: I wrote this on my Wattpad, but I didn't release it, so here it is. Also, this was made to cope with Lucas' departure - I don't want any antis of Lucas or WayV reading this or commenting. Here's my Wattpad Account if ur interested:
It hit Lucas like a storm when he got a call from his girlfriend, Fei. She was breaking up, and there was nothing he could do.
But what had he done? Was he too controlling? Was he too loud? What did he do warrant a break up?
"Listen, its not your fault, its me. I just fell out of love. But you aren't to blame. Take care of yourself, Lucas."
It was crushing him.
He went to a nearby cafe, when he was nearly mowed down by a motorbike. "Careful!" He called. The biker got took off his helmet, and Lucas's world stopped.
Sicheng?
"Long time no see, old pal," The biker said with a smile on his face.
Lucas was trying to keep his composure, but all of the memories kept flashing by. His old friend was standing there and he didn't know what to do.
"Should we talk somewhere more private?" Jonas asked. The taller nodded, wanting to get out of this place.
After a quick drive, they arrived at Sicheng' place. They went into the apartment, and hanged their coats up.
"How's things been these past 3 years?" Sicheng asked. Lucas hid his face in his shirt, so the former knew something was wrong.
"I shouldn't of left you at the prom back in 2020(this was before the pandemic). I had met someone...remember Fei?"
"Yeah, was she one of the cool kids?"
"Yeah, she was."
"Wait, what happened?"
"...." Lucas didn't know what to say, but his red and tear flooded face told all. "Is she dead?"
Lucas shook his head in shock, "She broke up with me!" then cried in his friend's arms.
"Why?" Sicheng asked, stroking the giant's head.
"She said its her fault, but I think its me..."
The smaller began to realise something... "Xuxi, when you left me that night of the prom, did you leave because of me?"
"No...it was because I didn't want you to know my true feelings. I...love you."
Winwin's POV
I looked at Lucas with awe. He loves me? I gave him a big hug, and stroked his back. "I love you too, Xuxi." I smiled.
Feeling my boyfriend calm down, I pecked his forehead. And the reaction was worth it. His cute face was making me feeling something I never felt with another person before...
"If its okay, I want my first to be with you." I winked. Lucas got his composure, and he looked a lot different.
"Of course, dearheart. Anything for you."
I was about to doze of when Lucas began kissing my bare back. So cute... I locked his lovely lips with mine, gently dominating his lips.
"You were amazing, Xuxi," I chuckled. Kissing the marks on my Xuxi's chest was worth these 3 years without him.
"Dearheart! Its getting late!" I hear my love say.
"Coming!" I call out.
Well, sorry Diary! Gotta go!
Dong Sicheng
End Note: Sorry, I rushed it🤦🏻 More oneshots coming soon!
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when you first described Lip I honestly thought that he was just going to be a taller version of Lou. But Lip is much more of an equal opportunity slattern, right?
Slattern?
DID YOU MEAN SLUT? PLEASE SAY YOU MEANT SLUT AND AUTOCORRECT RUINED IT
If you meant slut yes he is an equal opportunity WHORE man doesn't care who you are or what your background is
He just came to charm and fuck - with consent and grace
He is not a nail and bail and he takes aftercare seriously
Also why would I ever make a character inspired by Lou?
Lou is a cunt who would call me every slur in the book - but I would also let him so 🤷🏽♂️
Nick put his whole pussy into that role thooooo
But Lip is AS FAR AS I AM AWARE a completely original character just with Nick's face - he might have some inspiration from some dude from like a show or movie that I have long forgotten about
He has nothing to do with Nick or any of his characters
If anything Lip is a Franklin girle
He doesn't even like the Jonas Brothers
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Aftercare with Jonas would include
Canonizing that Jonas survives the knife wound
Jonas Nyebern x reader HCs
You are taking care of Jonas
- After the severe stabbing inflicted by his son, Jonas had to seek urgent medical attention.
- During his stay at the hospital you decided to be there for him night and day, because that was the least he deserved.
- No matter how lonely he felt due to the tragedy he’d undergone, you were there to help him throughout the entirety of his recovery period, tirelessly and devotedly.
- You made sure to be there every time he woke up, and you had arranged so that you could be the one to help him eat.
- At first it was difficult for him to eat, because Jonas had clearly undergone a reawakening of his trauma, so you were patient, compassionate and understanding about his less than normal rations. You made sure to stop feeding him his meal or give him a couple minutes break before continuing. You understood how difficult it was for him.
- Jonas would often smile due to these small moments because he was so thankful that you were taking care of him in such a loving and attentive way. He had never felt this accompanied in his life.
- You would also be there for Jonas in all sorts of capacities, such as helping him up with the nurse to go to the bathroom, or helping him up to get a view of the window.
- Care would of course also include physical affection:
- You held his hand at random, gently hugging his fingers and holding his palm with your index.
- You also brought him tissue papers when he’d cry.
- He’d often do so quietly, but you’d never not notice.
- You’d softly caress his cheek until he fell asleep come nighttime.
- But what you were there for even more, was, for Jonas to be able to express himself, and work through and heal from his trauma.
- All the heartbreak he had gone through, grief and loss.
- Never once did you judge him or refrain him from speaking his heart, nor did you interrupt him.
- Jonas would often be at the brink of tears, since this was such a difficult topic for him to speak about, but you felt him feel at ease, and you provided him with the emotional support he’d needed all this time.
- Although Jonas would of course eventually get professional therapeutic help, being able to speak to you in this way gave him much relief, and finally, peace.
- Jonas had always been a doctor who took care of his patients, but now he was the one who needed aftercare.
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Hey bestie!!! 👋
Can we please be blessed with a Wardlow Smut based on Chains by Nick Jonas?
Maybe MJF had mentioned how "whipped" he his by his girlfriend and he laughs "You have no idea."
a day before the contract signing events; bestie sent me this. im going off what we talked abt in dms and using the lyrics to the song as dialogue (not exactly a songfic) also double gif bc this is my page. this whole segment gonna keep yall wardhoes fed for a while, mama’s gotchu. i tried to do a soft!dom but that idea fell apart faster than a dollar store dinner tray. can we also talk bout the vein in his neck in the gif below? lordt
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‘Chains’ 18+
Wardlow (Michael) x fem!reader
^with their feud heating up, max decided to take assuming cheap shots at michael and reader’s sex life^
- CW: restraints (handcuffs), honorifics (sir) *ooh cheeky switch up*, dom/sub dynamics, hella subspace, mild slapping, degradation/praise, squirting, use of flogger (on body and coochie; taking things literal, aint we donna?), return of ‘puppy’, the fucking word for “good tears” (help me out what is it), sweet af aftercare
- shawn spears (ronnie), max being a cunt
- recycling the title of ‘the vixen’, this series isnt really timelined, just reusing things; also im takin matters into my own hands
- thanks to @unusual-tomorrxw for assistance
3rd Person POV:
Another week, more bullshit from Max. Him and Y/N were once close, some would call them best friends. This week, they had their bogus contract signing; just more nonsense to delay Michael beating the shit out of him. Y/N was in gorilla with her boyfriend and the poor guys stuck bringing him out. She had tried to convince them that if this had to happen, let her take him out. But no, Max had to have these poor souls do it. One of the jobbers said it was time to go so she kissed Michael and he was gone.
Max had been spewing the same stuff he’s been for the past few weeks and Y/N decided she’d go out there. Suddenly, ‘Roundtable Rival’ by Lindsey Stirling blared through the arena and The Vixen went out. Pink heel boots, plaid black skirt and one of her boyfriend’s merch shirt; ready to stand by him. She got up the steps at ringside and Ronnie tried to stop her, “Don’t even try it.” she spat. She walked past Max, making sure to bump his shoulder, and went over to Michael. She picked up the mic that was in front of him, “Don’t let me interrupt boys, you were saying?” she was passive aggressive in her words. Michael had tried to reach for her hand and of course Max had to comment, “Wardlow, you think those handcuffs are an obstruction for you but ah, I thought you’d be used to them by now. Considering how whipped you are for that little lady standing next to you.” “Max, you better shut up while you’re still living-” He knew he struck a nerve. “What? With those wine-stained lips, she’s nothing but trouble. Why not tell the great people of Long Island that you aren’t the sweet, wholesome couple you claim to be? That you two really like some rou-” She grabbed him by the collar, ready to clobber him. “Stop. Talking.” He had a shit-eating grin on his face. Max gripped her face, squishing her cheeks together “Who knew this sweet thing was such a whore-” In a second, Michael was on his feet but Y/N had put her arm out to stop him. “Looks like he really is a bitch for you.” Her fist connected with his jaw and she got him to the ground, putting him in a chinlock. He was slamming the canvas in a tap out as they were both screaming, “Who’s the bitch now Max?! Why you gotta do me wrong?” She was pulled off him and brought back to the locker room.
Once she was alone, she broke down. Embarrassed was an understatement. Her family watched the show and now she was worried they would view her and the man her parents called their son differently. She heard the door knob turning and quickly dried her tears. “Baby? Are you okay?” Michael’s soft voice tugged at her heart. “Yeah, I’m fine.” “No you’re not.” His hands cupped her cheeks. The two spent time talking about what had happened.
“Michael, can we go back to the hotel and you show me who’s really in charge?” she asked meekly, without looking up at him. His thumb tugged at her bottom lip gently, “You know how to ask for what you want.” he stated in a low tone. “Please Sir?” “Louder.” he growled. Her voice raised a bit with a hint of whining behind it, “Please Sir!” “Good girl. I’ll take care of you.”
~at the hotel~
He had her naked on the bed with her hand cuffed to it. He knew she was still in a state so he was easy with her until she gave the word to do more. She savored the gentle, soft, slow touches along her body. Down her cheeks, kneading her breasts, down her tummy and sides. His hands landed on the plush skin of her thighs. She had given him permission to use their mini flogger tonight, one hand left her thigh to pick it up from beside her. “Are you sure you want it tonight? Say the word and I’ll stop, baby.” “I want it Sir.”
He started on her thighs building up how hard he was whipping her, letting her warm up. When he started hitting harder, she bucked her hips up so he landed one hit to her glistening heat; earning a sweet, strangled moan. “You like that, don’t you puppy?” Her brain was already going numb from the use of the flogger alone. Once there were enough light red drags on her gorgeous skin, he stopped and ran his hands over the marks to sooth them. His fingers circled her slit as she whimpered. “You know, Max may think I’m the one who’s whipped. But here you are, cuffed to the bed for me to do whatever I please, letting me decorate your skin with this whip.” His voice is low and authoritative. “You’ve been getting involved in this little feud too often now. Maybe I should cuff you to the bed and leave you there until I get back from the shows. That way you’ll stay out of trouble.” The combination of his hand on her pussy and his filthy words were sending her into a deeper headspace; she didn’t even notice his lips attaching to her clit until she let out a cry. “C’mon, you can take it.” he mocked. Michael held her hips down, his grip enough to leave soft bruises. The lewd sounds of him sucking and licking at her dripping and aching cunt that had the familiar bubbling feeling make its approach. He knows this woman’s body inside and out, so he spoke up, “Cum.” The single word had that knot undone in seconds. Did he stop? No. Not when he was on a mission to rid her mind of the events that took place a few hours ago. When she tried to close her thighs around his head, he pulled away and grabbed the flogger again. He landed a few more blows to her pussy and her thighs until he noticed tears. “Color?” “Green!” she said quickly. Though she said ‘green’, he ceased the whipping and put the toy down. Her hips jolted when he cupped her heat again. “You’re gonna cum for me again, then you’ll get my cock puppy. Got it?” She nodded. “Words.” “Yes, Sir.” Starting with two fingers, he pumped in and out of her cunt, fingertips dragging against her most sensitive spots within her. Another finger was added as his other hand groped at her breasts, tugging at her hardened nipples. Y/N shivered and came on his fingers. His movements only slowed as she rode out her high. When she was down, he pulled his hand away and sucked her juices off his fingers.
Ridding himself of his remaining clothes, he stared down at his lover. Soft, submissive, sweet Y/N; all his. When they first started exploring this aspect of their relationship, let’s just say noise complaints were common. That’s how Max knew what they were up to. Thin hotel room walls and nosy stable-mates. He watched as she desperately started grinding her hips against nothing. He rubbed his tip up and down her slit and slowly pushed in. Her tight cunt welcomed him in greedily, the deep groan he let out at the feeling of her squeezing around him. “You are doing so good for me. Always a good girl for me.” She tugged at the cuffs, feeling the need to claw at his shoulders and back or tug at his hair; just the need to touch him. “Sir~” His eyes met hers, “What puppy?” She struggled to form the words so she gave him one. “Harder.” The word left her lips and he immediately threw her legs over his shoulders, practically folding her in half, and thrusted into her harder and faster. She tried to get out of her restraints but he only laughed, “Trying to break the chains?” Her whimper was only adding fuel to the fire as he fucked into her harder.
After pulling two more orgasms from her body, she was completely dazed. Her brain couldn’t form a full thought so when she spoke, it was just babbles and incoherent mumbles. With her legs still on his broad shoulders, he saw the outline of his cock bulging in her tummy. He gripped her hair to make her look down, “See how deep I am babygirl?” The sight was sending her closer and closer to the edge. Y/N wanted to tell him she wanted to cum but the words wouldn’t come out, he slowed his pace slightly. His hand went up to gently smack her cheek to break her daze, “C’mon puppy. Be a good girl, use your words. Tell me what you want.” She struggled once more. “Aww, did I fuck all the manners out of you? Does my dumb little puppy want to cum?” She nodded as more tears fell. He got close to her ear and told her “I can feel you. Do it.” It felt different this time, “That’s it; make a fucking mess.” The idea that she was so fucked dumb that she squirted for the first time only made him pound into her faster, chasing his own release. She felt him throb inside of her and then felt him paint her walls white. Her eyes fluttered shut as she was so spent, letting out a weak “Sir~” He tapped her tear-stained cheeks lightly, “Hey, hey; it’s okay. Baby, it’s me; it’s Michael. No more Sir.” She whimpered as he pulled out of her and felt their cum spill out of her used hole. As soon as he undid the cuffs, her arms wrapped around him like a koala. “Can you let go of me for one moment so I can run you a bath?” he asked gently. Y/N let go and he gave her a sweet kiss before going to the bathroom.
When he came back, he scooped her up and she immediately clung onto him. Before he could put her in the tub, one word left her lips: “Join.” When she got to this state, her speech was limited. Michael set her in the tub and got in behind her, pulling her back against his chest. He trailed kisses from her neck to her shoulders as he rubbed her sides and her tummy; trying to bring her back to normal.
“You were so good for me, puppy.”
“I’m so proud of you.”
“You took everything so well, princess.”
“I love you so much.”
She listened to his voice and turned her head to face him. Still a little faded, but cohesive enough to form a sentence. “Maybe being ‘whipped’ isn’t so bad.” He smirked at her statement, “You have no idea, sweet girl. You got me in chains; but, I wouldn’t change this love.”
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AHA fortunately for you my dear @shadow-sombras I’ve been thinking about this for a while. I don’t have a lot, but I do have some. I’ve only really been thinking about Jolyne and Jonathan as of late so not too many just yet. I’m thinking about jotting down jotaro stuff tho since he’s my slut bearer.
These are closer to general headcanons but they’re along the lines of what you asked so they work
Breeding kink is universal amongst all Joestars
Jonathan
Ngl hes literally so into the idea of pleasing you it makes him so happy, he just want to love you like a normal hucow. He wants to do good for you, so he’s really up to whatever you’re into.
Praise kink 100%. Tell him how good he is and how good he makes you feel and he’ll shudder in delight and his ears will flutter. Maybe yank his hair by the nape.
He’s technically a switch but he’s really closer to a service top. Put a collar on him and yoink him down while he’s on top of you and whisper things in his ear, he’ll do anything for you. Insta coom move.
He has really low impulse control so he often ends up losing it and plowing you senselessly
He will NEVER admit it because he’s too embarrassed but he’s into degradation too
Funny considering he has a praise kink
Call him a heifer and pin him under your boot and tell him why he’s a bad bull for getting too handsy and then force him to eat you out to make it up to you
He’s big so he’s usually sitting or laying down with you on top when you’re not positioned on the breeding bench for him which often ends up with your ass getting bruised so this is safer
He leans towards service top but that doesn’t mean he can’t be aggressive with it
He likes choking, actually. Both on himself and you. His hands are just so large and they look so pretty wrapped around your neck or in your mouth- it’s a method of gaining back his composure when he loses it
The choking feeds into his size kink, actually. He’s so big and beefy and you are relatively small in comparison. It really makes him want to see you swollen with his spend and unable to walk without his help.
Also disclaimer; a lot of these make it sound like Jonathan is all soft sex and cuddles and to be fair he kind of is but he thrusts hard and he most definitely is not gentle unless you ask him to be
He is very desperate to fill you up with his cum and it reflects in his haste and sloppiness
Jolyne 👀
Haha she’s gonna love you so fucking hard it’s not funny. Jolyne is actually more interested in you than she is herself so be prepared.
She’s surprisingly eager and rowdy when it comes to sex. Almost over eager actually, you have to tell her to tone it down a few times before she overwhelms you.
She also really wants to please you like Jona but it’s coming from a more sadistic place in Jolyne
Phat tease.
She’s big into overstimulation- she wants to make you cum very hard and then continue to toy with you for hours before she even gets to herself.
She’s just so enamored by how you squirm and wriggle. It gives her this fucked up sense of power because you’re her handler and she’s doing this to you. She usually touches herself while she messes with you.
She’s yet to bring it up you but she really wants wants to tie you up shibari style. Maybe hang you from her stall ceiling with a blindfold. Only reason she hasn’t talked about it is because it makes her nervous to suggest tying up someone who’s supposed to be in charge of her care and she doesn’t want you to get hurt.
If you do consent though she’s going to tie you up and then use her like she would a fuck toy.
“All of you? Just for me? How thoughtful of you to offer yourself up like this~” *muffled rope speech*
She’s into praise but only praise aimed at you.
OH also orgasm denial. Intense orgasm denial. If you have a schlong she will steal a cock ring from god knows where (probably Joseph) and use it endlessly. If u have a cooter she’ll take a remote controlled vibrator (COUGHLisaLisaCOUGH) and strap it to you.
Afterwards she usually exerts dominance by pulling you down and forcing you to eat her out, where she will then ride your face till you choke.
Her aftercare is IMMACULATE though, she’s super cuddly and doting over you. Lots of head rubs and soft murmurs
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Sorry that it’s only two 😔 but these are all I had swimming around when u asked. I’m not actually a writer, I’m really just an artist. I just have thoughts sometimes. I think these are decent though.
#Jonathan x reader#Jonathan Joestar#phantom Blood#jjba#Jolyne Kujo#jolyne cujoh#Jolyne x reader#stone ocean
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Jennifer check NSFW headcanon (part 2)
Requested: like idk if you write smut or not but can you write a headcannon about Jennifer Check/Megan Fox i would appreciate it thanks -by @lettucecupgang
Warning: NSFW obviously and of course i suck at it so feel free to make fun of me for it, sorry...
(Hey @lettucecupgang! Sorry i didn’t have this out yesterday and i am also sorry this sucks tremendously as you can see i am not the best smut, NSFW writer at all, im trying...Enjoy!)
To start Jennifer has always come back to you after she has killed someone, why? Because afterward, she needs a shower and a nice place to sleep so she goes to you for that, you are what she calls her human pillow or cuddle buddy
But that does not change the fact that she gets very horny after she kills someone
Doesn't matter if it's a girl or a boy she's gonna have that adrenaline high and will be very hungry still, but not for blood ‘Hint hint wink wink’
She doesn't warn you when she is feeling in the mood, especially when she comes in after she's done the deed
And especially after she killed Jonas, She felt empowered but also felt extra good about herself, not in a replenishing kind of way, but felt good in a sexual way
She knew that at that exact moment in time, she wanted to see you
So that brings us to now, in your room, on your bed, and her attacking your neck with her lips and teeth as if you are the most delicious piece of candy she had ever eaten
The fact that she was licking up and down the column of your throat only made the sensation of it all that more exciting, the sound of her grunting and growling while she rutted against you made your nether regions hot
When she finally pulled away you whimpered in desperation, only for her to smirk down at you before she removed the shirt you gave her to wear, throwing it across the room she leaned down, giving you a kiss letting it linger there for only a short time before kissing down your jaw, your throat, your collarbone then pushing up your shirt to reveal your stomach she kissed there
Only to make her way down even more to the hem of your pajama pants, giving even longer kissing there and even nipping at your sides
She was teasing you, teasing was something you both enjoyed but when it was agonizing that when it is too much, that's when you want her, right then right now.
So you did, you pulled her down to you giving her a searing kiss before flipping you both over and straddling her.
She giggled and you lent down again pecking her lips a few times before bringing yourself up and removing your shirt, her hands going to your hips giving you an encouraging lift of her hips against you, eliciting a very pleasing sound from you
Which only seem to encourage her more than you, so she started to rut her hips against you more, the feeling of her against your crotch made you sigh out in relief as the feeling of pleasure coursed through you
The sudden jolt of pleasure that hit you made you speed up your movements, so when you felt the building pleasure in your core it was like Jennifer could smell it and she probably could
so in response, she grips your hips even harder and practically forces your crotch to rub against hers
When she's almost pushed over the edge she puts a hand on the back of your neck pulling you to her to give you a long searing kiss that is for sure gonna leave bruises later.
After you both had come down from your highs and had aftercare, you and her would just snuggle up under the covers and fall asleep tangled in each other's limbs
(Alright again, i suck i know, i’m still trying to get used to writing NSFW stuff and headcanons so if you be patient with me i swear i’ll get the hang of it and it’s not that i’m not comfortable it’s just me not knowing exactly what to say and how to word it, anyways i hope you enjoyed this and have a nice day yall!)
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@jasonbrenner asked: for the nsfw thing do J A S O N for jonas :)
||..below the cut !!
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
even though Jonas isn’t one to masturbate all the time, he does so a decent amount-- at least, when he doesn’t have a partner. in our verse with jonas and jason knowing each other in the lab, there were certainly times that jonas would masturbate to the thought of jason. once or twice, he was actually caught doing so by one of the head doctors and punished for it, though the desire to be with jason was far stronger than the fear of getting caught.
in general, Jonas loves to be a tease, and the only time he’ll really masturbate when in a relationship is in front of said partner, hoping that him getting off in front of them will just rile them up.
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
because sex is such an intimate thing for Jonas, he wants to spend a lot of time with his partner afterwards. he is a huuuuge cuddlebug, and he’ll absolutely cling to whoever is in bed with him. Jonas also wants to make exceptionally sure that his partner is okay-- that he wasn’t too rough, too fast, etc. there may be lots of worried questions like how are they feeling, did he do okay, was it too much? he doesn’t want to seem overbearing or intimidating, and he is terrified of being too controlling.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
thanks to his DNA being fucked with (and the part of him that’s 2% bird,) Jonas has little to no refractory period and decent stamina. he will keep going round after round until he’s absolutely certain that his partner has been fully satisfied, even if he’s tired.
how long he lasts before orgasm completely depends on how/how much he’s being stimulated. there are definitely times which he’ll cum near instantly, especially in situations where his feathers are being fondled.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Jonas LOVES oral, both giving and receiving. he is exceptionally good at it, unfortunately having many years of practice during his time in the lab. it’s a little bit of a point of pride for him, having repeatedly been told just how good he was at it and rewarded for it by the security guards/doctors that abused him. outside of the lab, he still views it as such when with a partner, loving that while giving, he is responsible for every bit of pleasure his partner is feeling. receiving, it just adds more fuel to the fire, and when his partner is finished with him, they’ll be getting something themself to show his appreciation.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)
he does NOT like being tied up. at all. it just brings back too many painful memories causes him to panic. and while he’s okay with getting a little rough, NEVER tug on his feathers-- even the ones that aren’t overly sensitive, such as his primaries. Jonas will not take kindly to that, and you will absolutely be told to get out immediately. people being rough with his feathers caused him a great deal of pain while under experimentation, and now that he’s learned it’s okay to tell people not to do that, he will not be shy about it.
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Evak Smut Recommendation
@isaksforelsket said that they were bored yesterday and for some reason that made me think I should come up with a smut list. So I looked at the ones I had saved and this may have gotten out of hand. Most of them are from a long time ago because I stopped saving fics for a while. And I mostly looked at one shots with no plot.
It’ll be under a read more.
A lot of them are OOC so make sure you read the tags if you’re not into that. A lot of D/S. Let me know if I need to edit anything.
***They do other people***
• The Night We Met (graphic) by Jamz24
They meet at a sex club. Read the tags.
• Boy Trouble by Jamz24
They are on a break of some kind. Sonja, Emma, William, S1 Elias are involved.
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***They include other people***
• (kisses on the neck of) best friends by birthmarks (orphan_account), desert_coffin
Jonas. Threesome. Voyeurism. Masturbation. Exhibitionism. All the good stuff.
• Two is company, Three’s a party by mc_symphony
PChris. Threesome. They have fun. It’s so hot.
• Invite Your Friends by Jamz24
The boy squad is included.
• The Sexual Adventures of Isak, Even, and all their Boys by ShamelessSkam
Part 1 : Daddy, vibrating butt plugs and Magnus
Part 2 : The whole boy squad gets invited
Part 3 : Evak and boy squad fun times continues
• Fickstutenmarkt by evak1isak
Includes boy squad and balloon squad. Big ol orgy at The Horse Fair where they can sign up as mares or stallions.
• nothing feels better than this by Skamtrash
Isak fucks other people when Even is in the room (Even took some time to get used to the idea). Even has rules and he directs them sometimes.
• i’ll be just yours (i can give you want you need) by empty_venom
Boy squad is present. But they can’t touch. Exhibitionism. Pet names. Overstimulation. Even is kinda smug.
• do you want me (dead)? by theyellowcurtains
Daddy kink. Dom/Sub. Rough sex. Hung Even. Punishment. Sex toys. Begging. Edging. Jonas joins in the third chapter. Spitroasting. Double penetration. Threesome.
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***ABO***
• Scorpio Rising by skamsnake
Isak works at a strip club. He’s such a tease. Wants Even to fight for him. So damn hot.
• Pulls Me In Enough to Keep Me Guessing by plumclouds
Traditional hunt where alphas hunt omegas. Claiming. Knotting. Hot.
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***Public***
• Bus Drabble by Laika_the_husband
Isak gives Even a handjob on the damn bus! Hot.
• Push by nofeartina
Kinda public but not really. Blowjobs. Handjobs. Even is excited about PDA. Hot.
• The Dance Floor by Tuii
Oh man is this one hot. Handjobs. On the bloody dance floor!
• show me with your body baby by yourelectriclove
Balcony sex. Bareback. Pet names. Dirty talk. Hot.
• just a little bit out of my limit by theyellowcurtains
Office. Hung Even. Bareback. Belly bulging. Multiple Orgasm. So hot.
• let’s go somewhere they might discover us (sometimes it’s better when it’s publicly) by orphan_account
Classroom. Are they trying to get caught? Hot.
• Peep Show by riyku
Public toilet. Voyeurism. Masturbation. Spitting. It’s hot as hell.
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***Not Evak***
• A very special morning in the kollektiv by Anonymous
Pure filth. Warning, this is Eskild/Isak. Daddy kink.
• After hours by Anonymous
Defintely read the tags. Isak with Jonas, Eskild, William. More pure filth.
• The one where Magnus can hear Isak and Even through the wall by colazitron
Evak is present in the background. Magnus can hear them and it turns him on. Masturbation.
• Isak Valtersen Loving <3 </b>by Cameron_Reese_Slytherin
A series filled with a bunch of William/Isak and PChris/Isak smut. And even William/PChris/Isak smut.
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***Poetic Writing***
• Night Air by Evak2121 (Marshmallows07)
Hot, pretty smut. There’s spitting involed. Spitting! Panties. Dildo. Isak displays himself for Even. Isak is a dream. Even gets slightly dominant. It’s just so good. Everything about this fic.
• Miracle by riyku
Felching. Spitting. It’s so damn hot.
• Cotton Candy Pink by riyku
Feminization. Panties. Skirts. Semi-public sex. Daddy kink. Light exhibitionism. So damn hot.
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***Others***
• Everything Now by nofeartina
Even just wants Isak. They are versatile. Barebacking. Rough sex. Their cum fixation is so hot.
• Your Body is My Party by colazitron, nofeartina
Somnophilia (consensual). They talked about it. And then they acted it out. So damn hot.
• Skeleton Key by riyku
Somnophilia (consensual). So hot.
• Double Trouble by obscurial
There are two Evens. Threesome (kinda). Barebacking. Spitroasting.
• The lie I didn’t have to tell. by verlore_poplap (orphan_account)
Adultery kink. Begging. Rough sex. So hot. Trust me. Read this.
• The Edge of Almost by riyku
Edging. Jealous Isak. Even is a tease. Comeplay. A damn facial. It’s so hot. I wanted to put this under poetic writing.
• The only thing keeping me on fire by diamondjacket
Massage au. Mild pain kink. Happy ending (haha). Manhandling. Hot.
• happy ending by reasoniwantyoutostay
Massage au. Football player Isak. Pulled a hamstring. Massage therapist Even. Very hot.
• When I See You, I Keep Getting Chills by plumclouds
Bad boy Even. Isak has to tutor him. Semi-public sex. Begging.
• even’s yoga skills by reasoniwantyoutostay
Self sucking. Dirty talk. So hot.
• Alphabet Aerobics by nofeartina
Can’t make a smut list without this one. 26 chapters of smut.
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***Undertones of Dom/Sub or Daddy kink. Or bottom Isak.***
• Playing video games by evak1isak
Exhibitionism. Isak is horny. Even is on a multiplayer game with the balloon squad.
• on the verge, now submerge, i’m your church by orphan_account
They fuck in Even’s parents house. Belly bulging. Overstimulation.
• i need a man that makes it right by orphan_account
Light d/s. Edging. Some subspace. Isak gets so frustrated. Pet names. Porn with feelings.
• i won’t deny it, i’m not trying to hide it by orphan_account
Chokers. Choking. Daddy. Feminization. Pet names.
• fuck me & feed me by orphan_account
Light d/s. Isak gets slightly insecure about weight gain. But it isn’t something that bothers Even. At all. Body worship.
• be mine by isaksforelsket
Penetrator Even. He pursues Isak. Begging. Praising. Pet names. So hot.
Read let me be yours for penetrator Even with plot.
• don’t want you to get it on with nobody else but me (i’m selfish, i’m obscene) by empty_venom
Even just really wants Isak’s mouth on him. Deepthroating. Throat bulging. Snowballling. Daddy kink. Coming Untouched. Begging. Kinda dubcon. Just amazing.
• the morning on the your skin and loved up light by staylucky
Light d/s. Even catches Isak taking a creeper shot of him on the tram. They end up fucking. Rough sex. Barebacking (Unsafe sex).
• hot thoughts melting my mind by orphan_account
Light d/s. Choking. Face fucking.
• Jailbait by starlesspappillon
Read the warnings at the end of the chapters. There is some noncon or dubcon stuff. First year Isak. A bunch of different kinks.
• Small Death by Laika_the_husband
Light d/s. One night stand. Anonymous sex. Barebacking (Unsafe sex). Rough sex. Pretty hot stuff here.
• Baby boy by Violetsroses
Daddy kink. Isak is a needy baby who just wants Even to fuck him. Rough sex. Pet names.
• Here Kitty Kitty by Laika_the_husband
So hot. Animal traits. Furry (they are cat people). Tomcat Even. Kitten Isak. P Chris appears briefly.
• Teddy Bear by evak1isak
Light d/s. Isak is in trouble for playing with his bear (he definitely enjoyed his punnishment though). Spanking. Daddy kink.
• wreck me by Skamtrash
They fuck in Even’s parents house. Belly bulging. Isak is needy.
• You Can Be the Boss by neptunebaby
Light d/s. Daddy. Isak is needy. Pet names.
• red by evak1isak
Light d/s. Russ!Even. Isak has a thing for Even’s uniform. Public sex.
• I lay myself bare for you by Anonymous
Watersports. Pretty light d/s. Isak gets desperate to try something and it turns out Even is pretty into it. It’s hot, okay. In public.
• we’re lost in the heat of the moment (and i’m moving in you) by empty_venom
Light d/s. Public sex. Exhibitionism. Panties. Skirts. First year Isak. Age Difference. This one is so hot. Isak and Even meet for the first time. Isak is a little shy and Even is very forward. Pet names. Isak is a baby. Come eating. And then read the sequel.
• Porn Video by Apailana, JesseLBlack
Be aware the tag lovers to brothers is used. Extremely light d/s. Bareback (Unsafe sex). Rough sex. Hot.
• ivory by ohsusie
Hot and sweet. Oral fixations (Isak is so cute, he needs something in his mouth). Daddy kink. Isak is a soft baby. Orgasms as a stress relief. Even is a gentle daddy.
• Beat that Record by Dutten
Dudes. Strap the fuck in for this fic. The smut is about 6k words. The rest is some amazing plot.
Chapter 1 is pure smut. Pure unashamed smut. Coming untouched. Overstimulation. Multiple orgasms. Oversensitivity. Crying. Begging. Even will not be outdone by Jonas. So hot.
Chapter 2 is Isak learning more about himself. Coming to terms with some stuff. Feminization. Make up. Lingerie.
Chapter 3 is from Even’s pov.
You can just read chapter 1 for the smut. But I recommend going along for the ride with the rest of the fic.
• come again, get me excited by ourheartsintertwined
Even punnishes Isak for flirting. Possessive Even. Daddy kink. Begging.
• RoadHead by Skamtrash
Light d/s. Car sex. Public sex (in the pool). Overstimulation. So hot.
• Once Upon a Dream by mc_symphony
Fairy tale. Somnophilia (not consented). Hung Even.
• mark me up (say I’m yours) by orphan_account
Shy Isak. Pain kink. Biting. Spanking. Choking. Rough sex and yet they are so soft. Subspace.
• taking care by orphan_account
Light d/s. Possessive Even. Jealousy. Rough sex. Semi public sex. Begging. Oil. Even is not happy that Isak is spending a lot of time tutoring another guy. Hot.
• spoiled by orphan_account
Light d/s. Isak is bratty. Praise kink. Begging. Even loves his boy. Aftercare.
• Gymslip by DiscoNight
Daddy kink. Grumpy Isak. Even punnishes Isak but it gets out of hand. Exhibitionism. Possessive Even. Some noncon groping and harassment by other people.
• ride on you baby by LouisCutie
Jealous Isak. Isak does not like Even spending time with some other guy. Even is Isak’s okay. Riding. So damn hot.
• Bad Boy Even by Skamtrash
Isak is shy and he has a huge crush on Even. Fruits. Ice. Even is a nice bad boy.
• aren’t you something to admire by orphan_account
Mirror. Pet names. Dirty talk.
• Wanna be with you all alone, take me home, take me home by SkamLS (skamLS)
They are desperate. Begging. Daddy kink. Face fucking. Pet names. Praising. So good.
• scream for air to breathe by orphan_account
First year Isak. Third year Even. They meet at a party. Hung Even. Belly bulging. Praising. Pet names. So hot.
• the furry fic by chokingonroses
Isak is a sexy kitten. They meet at a party. So hot. Begging. Hung Even.
• chokers and crop tops by cammm
Crop top. Chokers. Body worship. Multiple orgasm. Riding.
• So, I have an idea… by queerwriterbee
Feminization. Face fucking. Panties. Praising.
• Don’t touch Isak by radiantsilver
Not exactly smut. Bad boy Even. Stripper Isak. Even is super possessive. Don’t even think about messing with Isak. Even is soft for Isak.
#Evak smut fic#skam fic#skam fic rec#evak fic rec#even if no one sees this list i must say i enjoyed looking back at them#thank you to all the fic writers#i wish i could list all of them#personal recs
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Hello dearie! If your slots aren't full yet could I request Dio for the full NSFW alphabets? Either PB or SDC, whichever you feel more like writing~ Hopefully this blog goes well for you too!
Thank you, Sofie!! I might not be on this blog all the time, but I’ll keep it updated whenever I find stuff!! Thanks for being my first request!
I decided to do SDC Dio, hopefully that’s okay 💜
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
He’s either mercilessly pushing you towards another round or getting out of bed to go feed… If you ask him to be gentler and to hold you, he might do it, but he’s never been one for much care, even when he was human.
B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and their s/o’s)
For Dio? Dat dick. He’s not ashamed to admit it and displays it proudly in his outfit choices.
On you he likes your neck, of course, and your stomach (he likes kissing and scratching over it).
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically 😳)
Cum is weird when it comes to SDC Dio. He’s part Jona, part Dio, and the human and vampire are both wrestling for dominance. Somehow, this strange blend allows both parents to be represented and I actually think it might a distinctly unique flavor as a result, especially when Dio fuels his body with only blood.
D = Dirty Secret (Self explanatory—a dirty secret of theirs)
Dio kind of enjoys having Jonathan’s body as his own. It’s not like he hated his human form, but this one is much more powerful and strong. (He still wants to eliminate the Joestars though and take the body fully for his own).
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Dio grew up in the slums—he’s had plenty of experience. With people he loved and not just one night stands?? Not likely. But nevertheless, he does know precisely what to do for his own pleasure and yours.
F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Can include a visual, but not required)
Anything on top. He’s obsessed with power and would want to show it in every single way, including the bedroom.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment or are they humorous, etc)
I think he’d be very intense about it all and not really joke around.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
Very very well groomed, but not shaved. Not sure if Dio’s hair is still Jonathan’s color, body-wise, but I think it’s either changed with Dio’s genetic influence or he dyes it straight up.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
I actually think he can get pretty intimate. Dio approaches sex, not only wanting pleasure, but I think to regain a shred of the humanity he “cast aside.” Even if he’s rough and needy, he still wants to feel something more than just physically.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
He has no reservations about this. He prefers the bang and bite setup, but if it’s inconvenient to find a partner, he’ll take care of his own needs.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Size and breeding are the most obvious ones, considering how powerful, deep, and large he is (😂). Also he actually has multiple half vampire kids running around, so the kid desire has to overwhelm the bloodlust at some point.
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
In the mansion with no lights on, running only on night vision and instinct.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Whenever you’re super subservient or innocent—he’s motivated even more to show you his power.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
If you try to overpower him or brag before you have an established relationship, he’ll probably just kill you on the spot. He doesn’t tolerate cockiness or insubordination.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Because Dio is so good at tending to himself, I think he’d find the act of giving to his s/o most pleasurable. It’s not that he doesn’t enjoy receiving, but he’d much rather be making love instead of waiting through the build up. When Dio gives, he’d be merciless in his expertise, doing precisely what he knows will make you a shaking, whimpering mess.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Fast. Rough. Usually doesn’t give you much warning or prep, unless he cares for you. Especially if he’s going to drain his partner, he doesn’t really take the time for foreplay because they’ll be gone soon anyway.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Not into it. Would rather touch himself than have a quickie.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
He wouldn’t take risks when it comes to sunlight, but in the bedroom, I think he’s just about game for anything (as long as you’re his committed partner). Sex with blood donors is rough, fast, and meaningless. It’s an exchange to be fed and get pleasure. Dio with an s/o is a more complex companionship with more nuance and depth. He’d be curious to explore all that sex has to offer and wants you to help.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
He can go quite a while with him immortal vampire body, but this depends mostly on partner, then. If it’s someone he’s going to drain, just one intense round, then doing what he wants with them. If it’s an s/o, probably 2 or 3, then a break for both of them. He’ll keep you up all day and night if you let him 👀👀👀
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Oh gosh, I don’t think Dio does? Other than just handcuffs, if they count.
U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)
He’s the biggest tease out there because he knows how much power he wields. Also, will edge you until you cry, if you’re his s/o. Loves feeling just how powerful he is and how much control he has over you with the touch of his hands or flick of his tongue.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Lots of grunts and growls. A few moans when it gets more intense. More deep sounds than loud yelling. He wouldn’t mind if you’re loud though—he likes people knowing that he’s getting it on.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon about the character)
Because you’re in Egypt, Dio actually has this weird fascination with the local traditions of aphrodisiacs. He likes trying them on you to see if they actually have an effect and loves it if you get all desperate for him as a result~
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)
idk much about dick sizes, so I’ll generalize 😳 It’s technically Jonathan’s dick, but,,, him big. Just. Very lorge. Probably some nice prominent veins and neatly trimmed pubic hair. It’s big but not scarily so? Jonathan had bde (big dick energy), but kindness to back it up. Dio can’t get away from the fact that even if he’s big, he still can’t ever come off as menacing as he wants. It’s the Jonathan influence.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Oh it’s bonkers. Dio can only be satisfied for a short time. His time in the mansion is literally just spilt between trying to find the Joestars and sating his desires~
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Dio doesn’t really sleep, but if you’re his s/o, he makes sure you fall asleep before slipping out of bed.
#lime#nuh suh fuh wuh#spicy alphabet#this was harder than I thought it would be!!#but I liked the challenge!#thanks for the ask sofie#dio brando#sdc dio#jjba
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wip wednesday 4/1
Here, have a whole chunk of the reality tv au.
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“Alex.”
Groggy eyes open to find a barely lit room, and a silhouette that looks all kinds of weird. “Mm.” She rolls onto her side, hiding her face against the base of the couch.
“Alex.”
With a long sleepy sigh, Alex rolls back over, arms flopping out at her sides. “No.”
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Jonas resists the urge to snort at Blue Hair starfishing out on the floor. “Are you snooze buttoning me?” he mutters, voice still low.
When she doesn’t respond immediately, he just rolls his eyes and returns to the corner to finish packing up his rig. He’s just gotten the arm off of his harness when he hears her stirring again and gradually heads back toward the couch.
“Wut.” She’s squinting up at him from the floor.
“Need your mic, Ace.” One clip, two clips, three clips, and he slides the vest off.
“Mm.” It’s a noise of recognition, even if it’s still very sleepy. “Jonas. Hello.”
He’s the last one on the first floor. They’ve got an on-call crew in one of the bedrooms upstairs, and a couple packing up the trucks up front for the night, but he’s the last straggler left who’s still got a drive home. Unfortunately, Becca is one of his confessional girls, so he had to stick around until after she returned from her date to tape, and some accident held up her ride back, bringing her in around midnight. Now it’s 2am and Jonas is well ready to be done for the night. But Ben ditched him before finishing up collecting the mics, so it fell on him to get hers.
“Mic?”
“Hmm.” It’s a sleepy hum, but it’s done with a smile. “Give me a… ummm…” Hands paw at the front of her shirt, unclipping the lav from her collar before sticking a hand under her back in a position that can’t be comfortable.
“Get up, I’ll get it.”
“Mm. Bossy. Like it.” He’s not sure if she’s joking until she laughs - well, a garbled kind of noise, but he gets the idea - pulling herself up via the couch and stripping off her flannel before T-posing with her back to him.
“Nice.” His tone is a deadpan sarcasm as he sets down the vest so he can lift the hem of her tank top to turn off and unfasten the pack.
He’s pulling it away when she hisses a sharp, “Shit-- tape,” her words a little clearer now that she’s standing (or maybe it’s the tug of tape on skin waking her up).
“Sorry. Give me a second-” He rolls up the back of her shirt a little higher, finding the first anchored part of the wire and picking at an edge. “Slow or fast?”
“Yesterday the guy just ripped it off-- it was very rude, actually, no aftercare or anything.” Alex is definitely more awake now, her voice that familiar teasing tone. ‘I think they liked flirting with her, she was fun.’ Right. Logan had said that.
Gradually peeling off the adhesive, Jonas mutters, conversationally; “You know, now that the mics are off, I think I’m allowed to mention I did some research on you.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Logan says hi.”
He doesn’t get to see her expression change, but she whips around immediately, a sunny grin on her face. “Logan? You know Logan?”
There’s a thin-lipped, mildly amused smile on his lips as Jonas puts his hands on her shoulders to turn her back around and continue his job. “I dated Logan,” he murmurs, rubbing at the skin to get the last adhesive off before he follows the wire - hidden amongst lines of black ink that curves around her ribs - to the next bit of tape. It’s such an awkward height, too much hunching over for him, so he drops to a knee so it stays somewhere around eye level.
“Huh. So you really knew Frankie, then. I mean, they’re in the same group, at least.”
Right. ...Yeah. His hands barely falter, but Jonas chooses his words wisely. He’d rather not fess up to his previous crimes, if he can help it. “Not anymore. Logan flipped on ‘em, left Portland for Seattle.” Sticking the second bit of removed tape to his jeans with the other, Jonas once more thumbs her skin to remove the adhesive.
“I like Logan. He’d always give me a snack from the snack bar at the auto shop.”
“Turn.” Obediently, Alex turns so he can keep at his job. “Red Vines and pineapple Fanta, right?” And his eyes are entirely focused on the wire, hard to see in shadow and against the tattoo, until he looks up and she’s grinning down at him, an eyebrow raised and her tank top having been pushed up over her bra to facilitate the wire search.
“Think I can do this one myself, actually,” she murmurs impishly.
Jonas immediately looks away, rising to his feet. “Right, sorry.”
She’s holding back a laugh, a sort of devilish mirth to it. “You literally stalked me in my bikini, it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” As if to prove her point, she strips the rest of her shirt off as well, before getting to work peeling off the last bit of tape securing the wire to her cleavage.
Jonas frowns. Does she even realize how lucky she is that his camera isn’t running? “Alex, you can’t do shit like this.”
A raised eyebrow and bemused smirk are all he gets.
“You’re always being watched. This sort of thing,” he gestures vaguely to her shirtless torso, “isn’t a good idea.”
The last bit of tape is off and the lav falls into her palm before she hands it over. “Well, I’m not being watched right now. So guess I’m just lucky.” She pulls the tank back over her head anyway.
“You shouldn’t talk like that. Or- or act like that, or-”
“Like what?” There’s a slight edge to her voice - wary, defensive.
He doesn’t mean to get so emphatic, but her ignorance of the subject is frustrating. “This is reality tv, Alex-”
“I don’t watch reality tv-”
Yes, obviously, that’s why- “You don’t belong here.”
There’s an obvious silence after that. Alex looks at him with narrowed eyes, and he’s not sure if she’s hurt or angry.
“I just mean… Aren’t you…” better than this?
“I’m an honest person, Jonas. Everything I told you is true. I have my reasons for being here.”
He’s not going to argue with her. He’s already stepped well beyond his bounds. Speaking of which- “We can’t talk like this when your mic’s on.”
“Why not?”
Should he tell her? That every word she trusted him with is just waiting to be used against her? That those secrets she’d found so painful to share would be aired to the world in a few weeks’ time? “Can’t play favorites. Can’t be too familiar. Same reason I couldn’t hug you earlier.”
She looks more guarded than before, but her emotions are still so easy to read. Such an open book. There’s a kind of determined consideration in her look, before she finally says. “But you can now?”
Jonas is a little perplexed. “I mean, I guess… But you seemed pretty much over it, with all the tequila…”
Her arms are around him quick, the impact enough to make him stumble before he grabs on, tucking herself against him as she informs him, with an element of scorn, “Jonas, I’m a bartender, I’m not a lightweight.”
“You passed out on the floor of the living room,” he murmurs wryly.
“Yes, because I was tired.” When she doesn’t make a move to let go, he just props his chin on the top of her head, letting her stay there. Not sure why, exactly. “This place is surprisingly exhausting.”
“Hm.”
“Mm, the judgment is strong in this one,” Alex mutters, pinching his waist lightly.
“Ow.” He lets go of her, but she doesn’t let go of him.
“Liar.”
“Alex, you have to get off of me.”
She sighs. “But you’re like a big teddy bear.”
He hasn’t been hugged in ages. And never for this long. It’s unsettling, and he needs to put his foot down. “Touching’s for the Kings.”
“Says the man who thinks I don’t belong here.”
Admittedly, if she gets this touchy-feely with the Kings, that could spell a load of trouble from her housemates. “That’s not… Nevermind. Just let go.” She does, finally, and bundles her discarded flannel around her hand as he adds, “Go to sleep.”
“Fine, fine.” She waves dismissively as she heads for the stairs, letting out one last murmured “Spoilsport,” before disappearing on eerily silent tiptoes to the second floor.
And Jonas is left more than ready to head out.
The drive home has too many thoughts trapped inside his helmet. He doesn’t particularly want to think of the interaction he just had. He doesn’t like the idea of being friends with a contestant when he knows what’s inevitably in store. And if she slips up, if she mentions this, that could spell televised drama on both their parts, and a very public firing.
Shit. Why had he even… what had he been thinking?
#work in progress wednesday#wip wednesday#oxenfree#jonalex#reality tv au#bartender au#my writing#T rating i guess#alex goes on a dating show and jonas is a cameraman developing a conscience#that's the plot
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stats !
name: paris marie rutherford
nicknames: p, parí
age: twenty-eight
pronouns: she/her
marital status: single
sexuality: panexual
occupation: drug dealer / common criminal
lives in: loft apartment
appearance !
hair: black
eyes: blue
build: slender / fit
height: 5'2
wardrobe: designer whore, oversized tees, high waisted jeans & skirts
piercings: none
tattoos: she got a shitty pick poke tattoo that resembles a crooked nirvana smily face
personality !
strengths: giving, protective, loyal
weaknesses: resentful, sneaky, hot headed
fears: rejection, being caught.
goals/ambitions: to get enough cash saved up that she can eventually live her life the way she wants without the dealing and criminal activity to follow her.
hobbies: painting, gardening, interior design
religion: atheist.
fetishes/bedroom likes: light bondage. choking. lingerie. dirty talk. sweet talk. aftercare.
other !
likes: shopping, record players, old car, old rock bands, hot coffee
dislikes: pop music, anything pink, tik tok, commitment
movies: huge fan of nicholas sparks movies even though she won’t admit to it, anything quentin tarantino
music: arctic monkeys, metallica, def leppard, poison
guilty pleasure: biting nails, nick jonas, pimple popping
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Not a Kinktober 2019
by IckyFinks
Hello! Due to some really rough events this month, my beta and I have missed the traditional one-a-day pattern for the Kinktober challenge. Buuut, I think you guys may appreciate the depth and care of each chapter (I’m still going to call them “Days”).
Tastes can be particular, but this collection will start tame (explicit) and will (dramatically) increase in kinkiness. Please read the chapter names to find what interests you.
I’ve also done something nerdy: Days 1, 11 and 21 are solely “solos” and self-love; 2, 12 and 22 are contained to the cutest couples; 3, 13 and 23 talk only of tantalizing trios; 4, 5, 14, 15, and also 24, all use awesome foursome, fivesome and moresome themes.
Fortunately for you, I already said fuck the 31-entry limit. I already have a couple of extra… “postponed” kinks. MORE IMPORTANTLY, I will happily moderate requests to continue certain chapters or to reuse some of the kinks for a different fandom/pairing.
Sorry for how long everything is.
Words: 6135, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English
Fandoms: 13 Reasons Why (TV), Avatar: The Last Airbender, Fairy Tail, Glee, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, iCarly, Kingsman (Movies), Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, Shadowhunters (TV), Teen Wolf (TV), The Fosters (TV 2013), The Fosters (TV 2013) RPF, Twilight Series - All Media Types, Voltron: Legendary Defender, Wizards of Waverly Place, Young Justice - All Media Types, Real Person Fiction, Justin Bieber (Musician), One Direction (Band), Shawn Mendes (Musician)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M, Multi
Characters: I can't... this list...
Relationships: Jesus Adams Foster/Jude Adams Foster, Jake T Austin/Noah Centineo, Charlie Hesketh/Gary "Eggsy" Unwin, Jacob Black/Seth Clearwater, Seth Clearwater/Jacob Black/Emmett Cullen, Keith/Lance/Lotor/Shiro (Voltron), Luke Castellan/Percy Jackson, Ryder Lynn/Jake Puckerman, Natsu Dragneel/Gajeel Redfox, Justin Bieber/Shawn Mendes, Jordan Parrish/Theo Raeken, Freddie Benson/Spencer Shay, Corey Bryant/Mason Hewitt, Mason Greyback/Justin Russo/Max Russo, Seamus Finnigan & Neville Longbottom & Harry Potter & Dean Thomas & Ron Weasley, Magnus Bane/Simon Lewis/Alec Lightwood/Raphael Santiago/Jace Wayland, Nick Jonas/Cameron Dallas, Ethan Dolan/Grayson Dolan, Jake Puckerman/Noah Puckerman, Simon Lewis/Raphael Santiago, Jeff Atkins/Clay Jensen, Clay Jensen/Tony Padilla, Clay Jensen/Alex Standall, Montgomery de la Cruz/Clay Jensen, Zach Dempsey/Clay Jensen, Natsu Dragneel/Gray Fullbuster, Harry Potter/Fred Weasley/George Weasley, Dick Grayson/Jaime Reyes, Jaime Reyes/Roy Harper/Kon-El | Conner Kent/Wally West, Mason Greyback/Justin Russo, Aang/Sokka/Zuko (Avatar), Justin Foley/Clay Jensen, Danny Mahealani/Stiles Stilinski, Danny Mahealani/Jackson Whittemore, Liam Dunbar/Mason Hewitt, Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken, Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Nick Jonas/Shawn Mendes
Additional Tags: Masturbation, Mirror Sex, Edgeplay, Frottage, First Time, Massage, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Collars, Sexual Slavery, Gangbang, Biting, Scratching, Marking, Claiming, beach, Pool, Sauna, Scars, Nipple Piercings, Tattoos, Car Sex, Movie Theater Sex, Public Sex, Sex Pollen, Fuck Or Die, Hate Sex, primal, Leather Kink, Finger Sucking, Dirty Talk, Deepthroating, Choking, Police Uniforms, Office Sex, Caught, Sex Tapes, Hand Jobs, Gloves, Wall Sex, Clothed Sex, Peeping, Clothed male/naked male, Double Penetration, Spitroasting, Threesome - M/M/M, Incubus Dean Thomas, Orgy, Moresomes, Circle Jerk, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Bukkake, Cum Bath, Creampie, Felching, hot-dogging, Twincest, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Nipple Play, Incest, Sibling Incest, Strip Tease, Strength Kink, Cock Warming, Pet Play, Licking, Begging, Teasing, Glory Hole, cum dump, Breeding, Bad Dragon, Dildos, Oviposition, ass worship, Rimming, Face-Sitting, double-sided dildo, Stomach Bulge, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Anal Fingering, Knotting, Fisting, Triple Penetration, Ritual Sex, Blood and Gore, Loss of Virginity, Docking, Sounding, Cum Inflation, Shoe Kink, Socks, Foot Fetish, Smegma, Suits, Ties & Cravats, Watersports, Shower Sex, Wetting, Armpit Kink, Scent Kink, Sweat, Gym Sex, Latex, Jock Straps, Overstimulation, Body Worship, Breathplay, Ice Play, Wax Play, Bathing/Washing, Aftercare, Sleepy Cuddles
Source:http://archiveofourown.org/works/21246686
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Not a Kinktober 2019
read it on the AO3 at Not a Kinktober 2019
by IckyFinks
Hello! Due to some really rough events this month, my beta and I have missed the traditional one-a-day pattern for the Kinktober challenge. Buuut, I think you guys may appreciate the depth and care of each chapter (I’m still going to call them “Days”).
Tastes can be particular, but this collection will start tame (explicit) and will (dramatically) increase in kinkiness. Please read the chapter names to find what interests you.
I’ve also done something nerdy: Days 1, 11 and 21 are solely “solos” and self-love; 2, 12 and 22 are contained to the cutest couples; 3, 13 and 23 talk only of tantalizing trios; 4, 5, 14, 15, and also 24, all use awesome foursome, fivesome and moresome themes.
Fortunately for you, I already said fuck the 31-entry limit. I already have a couple of extra… “postponed” kinks. MORE IMPORTANTLY, I will happily moderate requests to continue certain chapters or to reuse some of the kinks for a different fandom/pairing.
Sorry for how long everything is.
Words: 4009, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English
Fandoms: 13 Reasons Why (TV), Avatar: The Last Airbender, Fairy Tail, Glee, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, iCarly, Kingsman (Movies), Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, Shadowhunters (TV), Teen Wolf (TV), The Fosters (TV 2013), The Fosters (TV 2013) RPF, Twilight Series - All Media Types, Voltron: Legendary Defender, Wizards of Waverly Place, Young Justice - All Media Types, Real Person Fiction, Justin Bieber (Musician), One Direction (Band), Shawn Mendes (Musician)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M, Multi
Characters: I can't... this list...
Relationships: Jesus Adams Foster/Jude Adams Foster, Jake T Austin/Noah Centineo, Charlie Hesketh/Gary "Eggsy" Unwin, Jacob Black/Seth Clearwater, Seth Clearwater/Jacob Black/Emmett Cullen, Keith/Lance/Lotor/Shiro (Voltron), Luke Castellan/Percy Jackson, Ryder Lynn/Jake Puckerman, Natsu Dragneel/Gajeel Redfox, Justin Bieber/Shawn Mendes, Jordan Parrish/Theo Raeken, Freddie Benson/Spencer Shay, Corey Bryant/Mason Hewitt, Mason Greyback/Justin Russo/Max Russo, Seamus Finnigan & Neville Longbottom & Harry Potter & Dean Thomas & Ron Weasley, Magnus Bane/Simon Lewis/Alec Lightwood/Raphael Santiago/Jace Wayland, Nick Jonas/Cameron Dallas, Ethan Dolan/Grayson Dolan, Jake Puckerman/Noah Puckerman, Simon Lewis/Raphael Santiago, Jeff Atkins/Clay Jensen, Clay Jensen/Tony Padilla, Clay Jensen/Alex Standall, Montgomery de la Cruz/Clay Jensen, Zach Dempsey/Clay Jensen, Natsu Dragneel/Gray Fullbuster, Harry Potter/Fred Weasley/George Weasley, Dick Grayson/Jaime Reyes, Jaime Reyes/Roy Harper/Kon-El | Conner Kent/Wally West, Mason Greyback/Justin Russo, Aang/Sokka/Zuko (Avatar), Justin Foley/Clay Jensen, Danny Mahealani/Stiles Stilinski, Danny Mahealani/Jackson Whittemore, Liam Dunbar/Mason Hewitt, Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken, Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Nick Jonas/Shawn Mendes
Additional Tags: Masturbation, Mirror Sex, Edgeplay, Frottage, First Time, Massage, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Collars, Sexual Slavery, Gangbang, Biting, Scratching, Marking, Claiming, beach, Pool, Sauna, Scars, Nipple Piercings, Tattoos, Car Sex, Movie Theater Sex, Public Sex, Sex Pollen, Fuck Or Die, Hate Sex, primal, Leather Kink, Finger Sucking, Dirty Talk, Deepthroating, Choking, Police Uniforms, Office Sex, Caught, Sex Tapes, Hand Jobs, Gloves, Wall Sex, Clothed Sex, Peeping, Clothed male/naked male, Double Penetration, Spitroasting, Threesome - M/M/M, Incubus Dean Thomas, Orgy, Moresomes, Circle Jerk, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Bukkake, Cum Bath, Creampie, Felching, hot-dogging, Twincest, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Nipple Play, Incest, Sibling Incest, Strip Tease, Strength Kink, Cock Warming, Pet Play, Licking, Begging, Teasing, Glory Hole, cum dump, Breeding, Bad Dragon, Dildos, Oviposition, ass worship, Rimming, Face-Sitting, double-sided dildo, Stomach Bulge, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Anal Fingering, Knotting, Fisting, Triple Penetration, Ritual Sex, Blood and Gore, Loss of Virginity, Docking, Sounding, Cum Inflation, Shoe Kink, Socks, Foot Fetish, Smegma, Suits, Ties & Cravats, Watersports, Shower Sex, Wetting, Armpit Kink, Scent Kink, Sweat, Gym Sex, Latex, Jock Straps, Overstimulation, Body Worship, Breathplay, Ice Play, Wax Play, Bathing/Washing, Aftercare, Sleepy Cuddles
read it on the AO3 at Not a Kinktober 2019
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