I Feel At Home With You

Mon✨24✨She/Her

[theemporium]

Can I possible get 🍦 ❛ if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up. ❜ with our favorite Swiss boy Nico👀

this turned out being way sweeter than intended and not really sexy at all😭I do apologise for that but thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

50. "if you called just to get off on my voice, i'm hanging up."

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You were in the middle of dinner when your phone rang. 

You were fully prepared to let it ring to voicemail, let it be something you dealt with after dinner with the extended family that came to visit for the week. But then your eyes caught the name on the screen, your heart skipped a beat and you were standing and waving off your family’s concern as you quickly slipped out onto the patio as you answered the call. 

“Is everything okay?” 

A breathy laugh echoed through your ear, one that made it a little harder to calm your pounding heart. “Always so worried about me.” 

“You called me when it’s, like, three in the morning over there,” you shot back at him. “Sue me for being concerned.” 

“It’s cute,” Nico assured you, a soft yawn following his words. “I like that you worry about me. I worry about you too.” 

You leaned against the railing, glancing through the window at the sight of your family trying—and failing—to subtly watch you back. “So you called me in the middle of the night in Switzerland to tell me you worry about me? I’m honoured, Nico.” 

“No, no. That’s not…” He trailed off, as though his actions were starting to catch up with him. “That wasn’t why. M’sorry if I worried you.” 

It was funny, when you thought about it. Somewhere after a third situationship with a wannabe athlete in college, you swore you would never date one again. You would never be involved with them. Hell, you wouldn’t give them the time of day. 

Then, you moved to New Jersey, bumped into a cute Swiss hockey player after a horrible shift at work and suddenly found yourself sharing his bed more often than not. Whilst the two of you continued to insist to the people around you both that you were just friends. 

Just friends who tended to fuck and apparently called each other up in the middle of the night when they were thousands of miles away. 

“If you called just to get off on my voice, I’m hanging up,” you teased softly, grinning to yourself when it had the desired effect of making him laugh through the phone and breaking whatever lingering tension was between you. 

You could hear the smile in his voice. “Well, if you are offering…” 

“Not this time, Hischier.” 

“So next time instead?” 

“Nico,” you said in a softer voice, turning away from the window like that would somehow give you privacy from the peering looks from your family. “Are you really okay?” 

“Yeah,” he whispered, soft and sweet and a little weary. “Just…couldn’t sleep. And I really missed you, just wanted to hear your voice. We’ve only been messaging since the season ended so…” 

You bit back your grin. “You missed me?” 

“Yeah,” he said, sounding so sure of himself that it reminded you just why you kept yourself involved with him. Whilst your college athlete situationships would be full of uncertainty and half-assed comments, Nico always seemed to make it clear exactly what he wanted and what he was thinking. Except for the friends thing, apparently. “Might miss you more than hockey.” 

“Now you’re just trying to butter me up so I’ll help you get off the next time you phone,” you mused, your face softening a little when you heard his laughs get interrupted by a loud yawn. “I miss you too.” 

“Maybe—” He paused for a moment, and you could envision the little crease between his brows as he thought hard. “Maybe you could visit?” 

You froze. 

“Or like,” he carried on, a hint of nerves sounding in his voice. It almost knocked you on your ass just how unsure he sounded. It was a side to Nico you had never heard before, a side so different to that quiet confidence you associated with him. “I could maybe come a bit earlier? I was gonna fly over before preseason anyways but maybe—”

“I would love that,” you interrupted before he could fully start spiralling across the ocean from you. “I’ve always wanted to visit Switzerland.” 

He let out a bated breath. “I’ll be the best tour guide.”

“I have high expectations,” you told him, briefly glancing back over your shoulder to see the anxious expression on your mother’s face. “Look, I have to head back to dinner now but I’ll send you my ticket details in the morning, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he murmured, sounding unbelievably soft. “Goodnight, schatz. I’ll see you soon.” 

Just friends, my ass.

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[theemporium]

63. trying to concentrate on a task, but your lover kisses your neck, making your head spin + andrei svechnikov 🙏🙏🙏

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

63. trying to concentrate on a task, but your lover kisses your neck, making your head spin

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“Andrei.”

“Hm?”

“Stop it.” 

“Stop what?” 

“I swear to god, you are so impatient.” 

You could feel his grin against your skin, feel it where his mouth was pressed against your neck from the soft, lingering kisses he had been leaving across your skin for the last fifteen minutes. If anything, it was pure stubbornness that had kept you from opening your mouth before that. 

With Bye-Week around the corner, it had been a brutal realisation that between the two of you and your busy schedules, neither one of you had organised the holiday you had spoken about countless times over the last few weeks. In all honesty, you barely even realised it was hitting January until a glance at the calendar a few days ago had been a slap to the face. 

Like any rational human, you were stressed. You were meant to be flying out in a few weeks and you had nothing sorted: no flights booked, no hotel reservations, no itinerary. However, despite your anxiety over the fact nothing was planned, Andrei seemed to be the complete opposite—if the fact he was mauling at your neck was any clue. 

“Is fine,” Andrei murmured, nuzzling his nose against the sensitive area just beneath your ear. “The flights will still be there later. Come back to bed.” 

“No.” 

Andrei let out a dramatic groan, his forehead pressed against your shoulder as you kept your eyes locked on the laptop screen in front of you (with an internal debate about whether flying late at night or early in the morning was the better option). 

“The resort will not disappear,” Andrei mumbled, his fingers skimming down your side before he began fiddling with the hem of your hoodie—his hoodie, he noted to his own delight—and tugging playfully. “You know what will disappear? Our very nice, very lonely morning together on a day with no work or hockey.” 

“It can wait until after everything is booked,” you said firmly, taking a deep breath as your boyfriend began kissing along your neck once again.

“Is fine, baby,” Andrei mused, his voice low and sweet as he moved his hands up your sides and down your arms, reaching towards your laptop. “We can do it later—”

But you quickly smacked his hands away. “It won’t get done if you keep distracting me.”

“Oh no, we will have to spend a whole week alone together in this apartment,” Andrei teased, his chin hooked on your shoulder so he could at least get a peek at the smile he knew you were trying to hide. “We will have to find new ways to have sex to keep it interesting.”

You snorted. “Shut up.” 

“No, yes, you are right. Sex is much more fun on fancy resort beach,” he nodded, turning his head to press a smacking kiss to your cheek. 

You paused, turning to look at him. “So you’ll leave me alone until I have finished booking everything?” 

“Or we pay money for someone else to book for us and we start practicing resort beach sex,” Andrei countered. 

You shot him a look.

“Fine. You book and I will go get breakfast.”

You beamed up at him. “Thank you, baby.” 

“Yes, yes,” Andrei waved you off, though there was a matching grin on his face as he grabbed his keys and made his way towards the door. “I am best boyfriend ever. No need to say.”

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[mentallyattheboyaquarium]

02.02.26 - Canadiens at Minnesota

[hocceium]

[jonasiegenthaler]

njd@cbj | 31.12.25

[sidfrogsby]

WELCOME BACK JACK!!!! THE PEOPLE’S PRINCESS!!!!

[junovee]

mind you, quinn still has the highest ice time tonight 😭

the canucks did something to him the wild can’t undo i fear

[oscunt]

only one driver outside of the 3 championship contenders managed to win in 2025. and on top of that, managed to finish all 24 races. this pretty girl:

[neon-medusae]

[neekshq]

in which nico is disappointed there is no candy

[tommowluvr]

UNLEASH YOUR INNER BEAST MARIACHI MAX AND BRING US A LESTAPPEN PODIUM LIKE THE 2023 GP 🕯🕯🕯🙏🏻✨️

[theemporium]

If you’re still doing blurbs with the list of kisses, a kiss on the bicep with Nico maybe, like it’s a small gesture seems to me like it’d be a reassurance thing idk but whatever you feel like I know it’ll be great! 🩷

i am lowkey in the spooky season mood so this kinda became an unofficial follow up blurb to this nico halloween fic i wrote last year👹thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

25. a kiss on the bicep

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Nico Hischier was not afraid of crowds. 

It would be pretty stupid if he was considering the fact he played in front of thousands of people every other night for his job. He was used to having multiple pairs of eyes on him, knowing they were watching his every move and judging and probably forming their own opinions. He knew how to talk in front of them, how to take a mic and say the media approved responses that would get him a grateful smile from the PR team whenever he stepped off the ice. 

He was used to being the centre of attention. He was used to having the weight of the world on his shoulders. He was used to having to take the brunt of the judgement and opinions. 

All that to say, you would think that being the captain of the New Jersey Devils would give Nico more than enough experience to deal with tough crowds and difficult situations until the two of you were standing outside a building where the doors led inside to a family reunion. 

Your family reunion. 

Your family of werewolves, to be exact.

“I can’t do this.”

“Yes, you can,” you assured your boyfriend, reaching down to intertwine your hands together and give them a tight squeeze. “They will love you.” 

Nico shot you a disbelieving look.

“They will grow to love you once they realise how amazing you are,” you amended with a sheepish smile and another quick squeeze of his hand. “I wouldn’t bring you here if I didn’t think otherwise.” 

“You’re a little biased in your opinion of me,” Nico murmured, eyeing the door a couple of feet ahead of you both. He contemplated if there was enough time for him to bolt back to the car and zoom off before any of your family even realised he was here. 

“My opinion is the one that matters the most,” you declared, holding his hand a little tighter like you could read the thoughts in his head. “Nico, baby, you make me happy. Once my family sees that, nothing else will matter.”

“Your family invited you ex to the family reunion despite the fact the two of you have been broken up for two years,” Nico deadpanned, glancing down at you with a crease forming between his brows. “They still love him—”

“But I don’t,” you interrupted, your voice firm but genuine. “I love you. You’re the only one who matters to me.”

His eyes softened and you could have sworn you could see a pink tint to his cheeks as you left a lingering kiss on his bicep, where the fabric was straining over his arms. 

“And I cannot wait to show my family all the parts of you I love too,” you continued.

A cheeky grin formed on his face. “All the parts?” 

“You’re a dirty dog, Hischier,” you grumbled as you began tugging him towards the front door, but he could see the smile on your face. 

“I learnt from the best, baby.” 

“Good, you’ll fit right in. I give it ten minutes before Grandma forgets you are human and makes you join the hunt.”

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[sidfrogsby]

[kawhh]

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[spider-mann]

Nicholas Hoult attending the premiere of "Superman" in Los Angeles on July 07, 2025

[spider-mann]

Nicholas Hoult attends the "Superman" London photocall at The Corinthia on July 03, 2025

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