Being an Ice Girl for the New Jersey Devils wasn’t as effortless as people liked to think. From the stands it looked fun and polished — red jacket, sleek ponytail, perfect smile, skating out during timeouts like it was part of the show. The music is loud, the crowd is louder, and you’re just this blur clearing snow with a shovel before cameras swing away again.
But that’s not really what it feels like.
Game days start early. Earlier than most people realize. You’re at the Prudential Center when it’s quiet and kind of echo-y, when the ice still looks untouched and perfect. You test your edges in slow arcs, feeling for soft spots, noticing where the Zamboni overlapped a little too heavy. You pay attention to the corners. You always pay attention to the corners.
During warmups you’re not watching the plays like a fan. You’re studying patterns. Who stops hardest along the half wall. Who digs their edges deep in the circle. Where snow piles up near the crease after repeated battles. You build a mental map without even thinking about it.
That’s when Nico Hischer really started noticing you.
It wasn’t some dramatic slow motion moment. It was during a regular first period TV timeout. Whistle blows, music hits, you’re already skating. You drop to one knee in front of the defensive zone crease, shoveling thick snow that built up from three consecutive hard stops.
You stand, brush stray ice off your glove, and feel eyes on you.
He’s leaning over the bench boards, helmet tilted back slightly, watching like he’s analyzing tape.
When you skate past the bench he says, kind of casually, “That spot gets bad.”
You don’t look at him. “Your left defenseman pivots heavy there.”
There’s a pause.
“You study us?” he asks.
You glance up finally. “I study the ice. You just happen to be on it.”
Behind him, Jack Hughes instantly loses it. “Ohhhh, Cap just got humbled.”
Nico throws him a look. “Play hockey, Jack.”
Jack leans over the boards toward you. “Hey, if he ruins your perfect ice again, you tell me. I’ll bench him.”
“You don’t have that authority,” Jesper Bratt mutters dryly from beside him.
You push off backward, smirking a little. “I’ll keep it in mind.”
After that, it becomes a thing.
Jesper starts calling you “Ice Inspector” whenever you clear near the bench. Timo Meier once taps the boards and says, “Captain getting VIP treatment again?” loud enough for you to hear. You straighten up, rest your hands on the shovel and say, “Performance based system.” And the whole bench erupts.
Nico pretends to be annoyed but he’s smiling. He can’t really hide it.
Off the ice is different. You switch gears fast. One minute you’re scraping snow with thirty seconds on the clock, the next you’re hyping up section 122 for a t-shirt toss. You pose for pictures, you laugh, you answer the same five questions from kids over and over again. At youth clinics you kneel on pavement to show little kids how to hold a stick properly.
“Top hand firm,” you tell a tiny defenseman seriously. “Bottom hand relaxed.”
“Like Jack?” the kid asks.
Jack whips around from ten feet away. “Hey!”
You grin. “Exactly like Jack.”
Jesper laughs under his breath. Timo shakes his head. Nico just watches you, arms loosely crossed, that quiet expression he gets when he’s thinking too much.
Later, when the kids run off to drills, he steps closer. “You’re good at that.”
“At roasting your teammates?” you say.
“At everything,” he replies, softer than before.
Your stomach does a weird little flip. You hate that it does that.
Timo yells from across the rink, “Nico stop flirting and help me!”
“I’m not flirting,” Nico says automatically.
“You are,” Jesper and Jack both say at the same time.
You pretend not to be blushing. You are.
The moment that really messed with you though wasn’t funny at all. It was a rough March game. Physical. Chippy. The kind where every shift feels like it might explode into something worse.
Nico takes a hard hit into the boards in the second period. It’s loud. The sound of it kind of echoes. He goes down awkward and your chest just drops. You hate that you react like that. You’re supposed to be professional. Composed.
Whistle blows. You’re out there immediately. You kneel near that same corner and scrape snow harder than you need to. Your movements are tight, almost aggressive. You’re aware of him on the bench.
As you skate past, he leans forward slightly. “I’m okay.”
“I know,” you say, but your jaw is clenched.
Jack notices. Of course he does. “She just murdered that snow pile,” he mutters to Nico.
Nico doesn’t laugh.
In the third period he scores. Clean wrist shot from the slot. Arena goes insane. During the next line change he skates past the tunnel and taps his chest twice with his glove.
You pretend not to understand what that means.
After the game, when most of the building has emptied and you’re finishing up near center ice, you find him waiting.
“What was that?” you ask.
“What?”
“The chest tap.”
He hesitates, then shrugs lightly. “You looked scared.”
“I wasn’t.”
“You were,” he says gently. “That was to tell you I’m fine.”
You don’t know what to do with that. It’s not his job to reassure you. And it definitely isn’t your job to care that much. But you do.
From somewhere near the bench Jack’s voice echoes, “Are we interrupting a rom-com?”
You both jump apart like you’re in high school.
Jesper walks by with a smirk. “We give you five minutes.”
“Go home,” Nico mutters.
Eventually he asks you to dinner. It’s not dramatic. No big speech. Just you leaning on your shovel near the Zamboni entrance.
“Are you free tomorrow?” he asks.
“Depends. Is this Captain Nico asking?”
He shakes his head. “Just Nico.”
You study him for a second. He looks nervous. Actually nervous. It’s kind of adorable.
“Okay,” you say. “But if you’re late because of practice, I’m charging you.”
“Fair.”
From across the rink Timo yells, “He’s smiling like an idiot by the way!”
“Why are you still here?” Nico calls back.
“Because this is better than Netflix,” Jack replies.
Dating him isn’t loud. There’s no big public reveal. It’s small things. He makes sure not to spray snow toward you during warmups. You clear his usual faceoff dot just a little extra carefully. At charity events he somehow always ends up standing next to you.
The team notices everything.
One night, long after everyone leaves, you’re both still there. The ice has just been resurfaced. It’s smooth and quiet and almost glowing under dim arena lights.
“You ever skate without the shovel?” he asks.
You step onto the ice without answering, gliding in slow arcs. No rush. No music. Just the sound of blades cutting clean lines. You feel lighter without the headset, without the pressure.
“You look different,” he says.
“How?”
“Free.”
He steps onto the ice too. No puck. No stick. His edges are powerful, not graceful, but when he reaches you it feels right anyway. Strong meeting steady.
He reaches for your hand carefully, like he’s not totally sure he should.
“You take care of my ice every night,” he murmurs.
“And you make it worth maintaining,” you say quietly.
For a second it’s just the two of you. No crowd. No teasing.
Then from the dark bench area—
“Oh my God, are they holding hands?”
You both freeze.
Jack is standing there with Jesper and Timo behind him, grinning like they just won the lottery.
“We forgot our gear,” Jesper says innocently.
“This is so wholesome,” Timo adds.
Nico closes his eyes. “Why.”
You start laughing. You can’t help it.
Jack points dramatically. “Captain confirmed whipped.”
You squeeze Nico’s hand once before letting go. “Don’t worry,” you say. “Premium ice still costs extra.”
He shakes his head but he’s smiling, soft and real.
And standing there, under dim lights with his teammates chirping relentlessly, it doesn’t feel like a performance anymore.
WARNING: smut!! 18+ only. minors DNI. unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it). oral(f!receiving). p in v.
summary: anon request for the smut implied at the end of suds n sorrows
notes: this is my first time ever writing smut, so don’t hate me if it’s terrible. i tried 😭
part 2 to this!
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“Nico, you’re going to get the bed all wet!”
“Oh trust me, that’s the plan,” Nico smirks down at you, having just thrown your damp, naked body on the made bed.
You roll your eyes as he lets the towel covering his waist drop, showing just how excited he is at the sight of you laying naked on your shared bed.
He wastes no time in crawling onto the bed, hovering over you. “Hi.”
“Hi?” you respond with a giggle, propping yourself up on your elbows so you can look at his face.
The fire that was present in his eyes just moments ago is gone. He’s holding himself up above you, simply staring at you. The amount of love and adoration that is present in his eyes makes your stomach turn flips. You start to get a little antsy, holding his stare for what feels like hours.
“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are? And how lucky I am to have you? And how much I love you,” he blurts, breaking the intense moment.
“I don’t recall. Maybe you should try and remind me. Jog my memory a little bit.”
A small smile breaks out on his face as he leans down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. He keeps the kiss innocent, pulling back after only a second to place a kiss to your nose.
“I,” his lips move to your left cheek. “Love,” he moves to your right cheek. “You,” his lips land on your forehead before finally returning to your lips.
The kiss is a bit more rushed than the last, his tongue coming to poke at the seam of your lips, gaining the access he wanted. You raise your arms to rest your hands against the back of his neck, pulling him down to you, wanting his body as close as you could get him.
The longer the kiss goes on, you can feel the familiar warmness of arousal form in the pit of your stomach. Nico breaks the kiss to move his lips to your neck, allowing you to catch your breath for a few seconds. You move your hands to his hair as he attacks your neck with bites and sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. Your mind wanders to how quickly the environment went from tender to heated. You let out a chuckle involuntarily, causing Nico to halt his actions.
“Somethin’ funny, Schatz?” he asks through heavy breaths. He looks up at you, lips full and swollen, hair a mess from your hands.
The sight of him like this sends a wave of heat straight to your core. You try to clench your thighs to create some form of friction on the sensitive area, but Nico’s body prevents you from doing so. You start to squirm a bit, needing some relief from the growing arousal.
“Just thinking about how quick you switched from sweet to horny. Thought it was funny,” you admit, taking your hands and pushing the hair off of his forehead, letting them fall back down to the nape of his neck.
“Oh, yeah? This funny to you?” He lowers his hips, rubbing his cock against your slick core, causing you to jolt in surprise.
“Nope. Not at all. Not funny,” you pant out, trying to grind back against him, but he had already pulled away. You whine at the loss of contact, causing him to laugh now.
“Yeah, look at who’s switching up now,” Nico cocks an eyebrow, watching desperation take over your body.
You look up at him, mouth slightly open, begging him with your eyes to do something. You don’t care what it is at this point. His fingers, his mouth, his dick. You just need him to touch you, all humor in the situation no longer on your mind.
“Gotta tell me what you want, Schatz. This is your treat after all, for bein’ such a sweetheart and taking care of me tonight. My treat’s waitin’ on me in the kitchen. But I won’t lie, I’m looking forward to my appetizer,” Nico moves his face down to your neck, breathing his words onto your skin.
“I don’t care. Anything.” You rush your words, eyes falling closed from his hot breath on your neck.
“Uh-Uh. Your choice, Y/N. I don’t move until those pretty little lips of yours do,” he teases, letting his own move against your skin.
You try to bring your thighs together once again, every touch of his lips on your neck lighting a fire on your skin.
“Your mouth. I want your mouth, Neeks,” you basically moan, thinking of how much you want him to stop talking and do something.
“I was hoping you’d say that,” Nico lifts his face from your neck, smirking down at you.
He brings his mouth down to yours, teasing you with a slow kiss, tongue exploring your mouth. He adjusts his body so his thigh is fully in-between your legs, causing you to moan into the kiss when his solid thigh brushes against your soaked core. You take advantage of the contact, grinding yourself onto his naked thigh, chasing relief.
Nico begins to kiss down your jaw, his mouth attaching to your neck once again. “As much as I like the feeling of you riding my thigh, baby, you’re gonna have to stop. You asked for my mouth, ‘member?” he mumbles through his assault of your neck.
“Then quit teasing me and do something, Neeks. Nee- fuck, need you,” you whine in response, stuttering when you start grinding down harder in frustration.
“Good things come to those who wait. And you will, too, if you just let me savor you for a few minutes.”
He moves on from your neck as he slowly slides his body down, removing his thigh from its position against the spot you need him most. His lips find their way down your chest as he licks a stripe down the valley in-between your breasts. Your breath quickens at the action, back arching as he captures one of your nipples in his mouth.
He looks up at you as he swirls his tongue around the taut bud, bringing a hand up to give attention to your other breast. He feels his own arousal growing at the expression on your face. Your mouth is open in a silent ‘o’, not making nearly enough sound for his liking.
“C’mon, Schatz, wanna hear you. Just you ‘n’ me here, let it out,” Nico demands, removing his mouth to latch onto your other breast, switching his hand to toy with the opposite one.
You groan at the sensation, hands gripping at the comforter beneath you. The noise earns a teasing bite to your sensitive nipple, head flying up to look down at the man on top of you.
He looks up at you, eyes claiming innocence as he continues to move his way down your body. Trailing kisses down your stomach, he drops to his knees on the carpeted floor in front of the bed. He removes his lips to readjust and pull your body to the edge of the bed.
“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. How lucky I am that you’re all mine,” he admires your glistening pussy in front of him. He places small, feather-light kisses on the inside of your thighs, continuing to tease you despite your earlier protests.
“Please, Nico. I’m begging you,” you cry out, trying to move your body further down to meet his mouth.
“I love it when you’re desperate,” he raises his head, moving further away from where you need him. “Now you know how I feel all the time. Can’t ever get enough of you, pretty girl. Always want you, all the time,” you raise your head to look at him, growing even more desperate at the sight of him between your legs.
He moves his head back down to your center, keeping eye contact as he finally makes contact, licking a stripe clean up to your clit. “Fuck!” you cry out at the feeling of relief, dropping your head back down on the mattress.
Nico wastes no time diving in like you’re his last meal. His tongue circles your clit in the most delicious pattern, causing your hands to once again fly to his hair. The sounds of him slurping your juices causes you to tug and pull on his hair, earning a groan from him that radiates throughout your whole body.
“Gonna make me blow my load if you do that again, Schatz,” he says against your folds.
“Sorry. Feels too good,” is all you choke out before he reattaches his lips.
You try to keep your touch in his hair light as he continues, but when you feel his tongue enter you, every thought other than pure pleasure leaves your head. You clench around his tongue, feeling the growl he let out at the action. As he thrusts the muscle in and out of your hole, he pulls your body down further, trying to get even deeper.
The sounds you’re making are nothing short of pornographic, trying to squirm from the intensity. Nico places an arm over your waist, keeping your body pinned down during his aggressive assault. You feel the bubble of pleasure growing, the anticipation of your release making every muscle in your body tighten.
“Taste so good, Schatz. Better than candy,” Nico says against you, vibrations causing you to moan loud enough for your neighbors to hear.
His words, mixed with the noises echoing in your bedroom, cause the coil in your belly to tighten, threatening to break free any second.
“Gonna come, Nico. So close,” you pant out, grasping as his hair once again, pushing his face even harder in-between your legs.
“Soak me, baby,” is all Nico has to say until the band inside of you snaps, causing every nerve in your body to burn white hot. Your legs shake as Nico rides you through the high with his tongue, a warm pleasantness settling over your skin.
Nico removes his face from between your legs once you fall limp, breath heaving as you try to regain oxygen to your brain. He licks his lips as he moves his body up to hover over yours again, not wanting to waste a drop of your sweet taste.
You have an arm thrown over your eyes, your limbs feeling heavy. “Look at me, baby, wanna see that pretty face of yours.”
“Can’t move,” you mumble, causing Nico to chuckle.
He gently removes your arm from your face, admiring the post-orgasm glow. You look up at him with half-closed lids, a tired smile making its way onto your face.
“If this is what baking and running you a bath every once in a while gets me, remind me to do it more often.”
Nico full on laughs at your statement, resting his forehead against your own.
“All you gotta do is ask, baby. I’ll gladly grant your request anytime. Now that I think about it, I could use a new pre-game meal for good luck next season,” he says before kissing your lips.
Your body instantly heats back up at his words, arousal already building once again. You remember how hard he was earlier, figuring he’s near painful after recent actions. As you look down to see his cock oozing pre-cum, you know he needs relief, soon.
You adjust your body so you can reach down and take him into your hand, stroking a few times as his body tenses, surprised at your actions.
“Your turn,” you find a surge of energy, removing your hand and flipping him over so you’re straddling his waist.
You try to move yourself down his body, knees dropping off the bed and almost touching the floor before Nico shoots up off the bed. He places his hands under your armpits, basically picking you up to bring you back to your previous position.
“Not tonight, Schatz. Want to be inside of you too much,” he squeaks out, your core brushing against his throbbing tip from the angle you’re sitting at.
He pulls your face down to meet his, slamming his lips against yours before turning you back over. He wastes no time in bringing his hand down to your core, groaning at how wet you still are.
“God, you’re always so ready f’me,” he slips a single finger inside of you, pumping it in and out with ease.
You moan at the feeling, still sensitive from your previous orgasm. He thrusts his finger in and out a few more times before bringing it up to his lips, sucking on the digit.
“Haven’t you teased me enough tonight?” you whine out, ready to feel full with him.
“Like I said, I like to savor my girl,” is what Nico responds with, moving his body to line himself up with your entrance.
Before you can even try to say anything back, he’s slamming into you so quickly you see stars. He bottoms out from the start, removing himself almost completely before thrusting back into you.
You cry out at the pace he’s setting, mouth hung open and eyes screwed shut.
“This what you wanted, Schatz? Wanted me to fill you up?” he grunts out in-between thrusts, bringing his hand down to stimulate your sensitive bud.
The added feeling of his calloused finger rubbing fast circles on your clit causes a sensation overload. Your moans get stuck in your throat as Nico slams into you. It’s embarrassing how close you are already, your sensitivity causing borderline overstimulation.
“God, you’re always so tight. Always take me so well,” Nico buries his face into your neck, wanting to be as close to you as he can. “Swear, feels like you were made just for me.”
“Just for you. Only ever for you,” you manage to squeak out the broken words.
You bring your leg up to dig your heel into Nico’s ass, trying to drive him further, deeper. You bring your hands from their place on his biceps to rake down his back, not even aware of how much pressure you’re applying until you hear Nico hiss.
“Glad the season’s over, or I’d be getting an earful in the locker room for the marks you’re leaving, Schatz,” he grunts out.
You can’t even mutter an apology, because as soon as the words leave his mouth, he changes the angle by throwing your leg over his shoulder, your ankle resting near his ear. He presses a few kisses to the skin above your ankle, the new position causing him to hit spots you never knew existed until this moment.
Nico can feel your walls clenching around him, having found the soft, spongy spot deep inside of you. “Not gonna last much longer, sweetheart. Need you to go first. Let go for me, know you’re close.” He spits out, reaching down to rub circles on your throbbing clit once again.
You can feel his thrusts turning sloppy, knowing he’s nearly there. One particularly deep thrust causes your orgasm to explode inside of you with no warning. You cry out in pleasure, entire body spasming. You barely register the feeling of Nico continuing his movements on your clit, nerves burning so hot with your release that you’re almost numb.
The feeling of your release triggers Nico’s own orgasm, causing him to still inside of you. You can feel the warm sensation of his cum inside of you, coming back down from your second high of the night. After a few more thrusts, Nico drops his spent body onto your own. He places soft kisses on the underside of your jaw, letting your leg fall back into a comfortable position. He doesn’t pull out of you just yet, wanting to feel your warmth just a bit longer.
“I love you,” you add to the sound of labored breaths in the air.
“I love you more, Schatz. And not just after sex, still inside of you,” you laugh at his poetic words. “I love you every day, all the time. You’re it for me, you know that, right?” he brings his chin to rest on your chest, making you lift your heavy head to be able to look at him.
Your heart swells, so much love radiating through your bones for the man on top of you. You truly hit the jackpot with him, considering yourself the luckiest girl in Jersey. Hell, the world, even.
“You’re it for me, too, Neeks. Couldn’t love anyone else even if I tried. No room left in here,” you tap your chest, right where your heart sits.
Nico moves his head over to place a kiss where your fingers just touched, laying his ear down to listen to your heartbeat.
The two of you lay like that for a few more minutes, not wanting to break the moment. Eventually Nico pulls himself out of you, remembering that you needed to go pee sooner rather than later. He follows you to the bathroom to help clean you up before you do your business and meet him back in your bedroom. He already has a fresh pair of boxers on, handing you a pair of your own underwear and one of his t-shirts to put on.
Nico slides a pair of sweatpants on as you get dressed, walking over towards the open bedroom door.
“Where are you going?” you question, wanting nothing more than to crawl in bed and cuddle your boyfriend as you fall asleep.
“Did you forget? That was only the appetizer. I still have one more treat left,” he references the cake you made him earlier in the evening.
You laugh as you follow him out of the bedroom, thinking about how he already got his cake, but now he gets to eat it, too.
Insta edit for Nico please where he and his girl spend the summer in Switzerland. Because first of all off season Nico —> need I say more? And second of all I love the mountains. Would be cool if you could include some pretty scenery pics
Some banter in the comments about Jack missing his bestie (Nico) and her being like ‘well too bad he’s mine now’ and whatever else you wanna add 🥰
bless Nico and your future babies anon I LOVE YOU! why do I feel like off season Nico is nothing but outdoor activities and cuddles omg. <3
OFF SEASON JEALOUSY - N.H
y/user : NJ 🛫 CH with views almost as beautiful as him ❤️🔥 (also im never letting him take any of my insta pics again see pic 3 for reference)
tagged : @nicohischier
nicohischier : you're my best view 🤩
↪ y/user : babe I love you but not this again
jackhughes: so @nicohischier you get a girl and you forget all about your best friend who would do anything for you 🤧😤😭
↪nicohischier : @jackhughes I plead the fifth?
↪jackhughes : @y/user I WANT MY MAN BACK!
↪y/user : @jackhughes im SORRY uhm YOUR man?????!!!!!!??? HES MINE FOREVER 🫷🏻🤡
_quinnhughes : you two disgust me 🤢
↪ y/user : quinnifer that is rude @_quinnhughes
lhughes_06 : COME WATCH ONE OF MY GAMES YOU BITCHES! 🏒
dawson1417 : @jackhughes wtf what about me bro🤬
↪ jackhughes : I got some bad news if u thought u were my number 1
ybsf : I MISS YOU Y/N PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE COME BACK HOMEEEEE!
ybsf : also WHY TF wasn't I invited to at least the freaking picnic @nicohischier 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬
↪ nicohischier : @ybsf uhm bc we are not dating....
curtislazar95 : @jackhughes petition to #bringhomeourcap ? 🤨
↪ jackhughes : @curtislazar95 say less buddy lsfg🫡
A.N : ok hi, I know I said my last post was my last of the night but then beautiful anon requested this with my Swiss string cheese so I deliver. IM SORRY it wasn't long ya girl has been up since 4am lol.
I hope I did your idea justice in someway, I might re-work it tomorrow if I have time as well.
