OH MY GOD NO WE HAVEN’T—BUT WE SHOULD. IMMEDIATELY.
THE HICKEY CHRONICLES: AN INVESTIGATIVE REPORT BY THE FIVE VICTIMS OF JENJES' SKIN-BASED WARFARE featuring Sven's judgment, Sam's dramatic commentary, Yuki's philosophical confusion, Milos' desensitized resignation, and Tijjani's threats of exile
Incident #1: “the mosquito epidemic”
- Location: team meeting, 9 AM
- Culprit: Jesper, with "I didn’t even mean to bite that hard" energy
- Target: Jens, whose entire neck was the color of betrayal
- Yuki (observing quietly): “...big mosquito. strong one. did not die after first bite. very passionate insect.”
- Sven: “That is not a mosquito, that is a relationship milestone.”
- Milos: “You are both banned from necks.”
Incident #2: “the shirt collar rebellion”
- Jens rolls into training with his hoodie zipped up to his ears
- Jesper: suspiciously chipper
- Tijjani: “Why are you dressed like it’s -10 degrees?”
- Jens: “I’m cold.”
- Sam, pulling his hoodie down without consent: “HE’S COVERING A HICKEY THE SIZE OF LAKE GENEVA—”
- Team erupts. Jesper refuses to make eye contact for 17 minutes.
- Yuki: “Love leaves mark. So do bears.”
Incident #3: “revenge is a dish best served bruised”
- Jesper wears a low-cut shirt post-weekend
- Sven immediately notices the constellation of hickeys like it’s astronomy class
- Sam: “Looks like someone got bit back”
- Jens (not denying it): “He started it.”
- Jesper (also not denying it): “He finished it.”
- Yuki: “Circle of love. Like donut. But more violent.”
- Milos: “I didn’t survive puberty to see this.”
Incident #4: “the neck war truce”
- They both show up CLEARLY marked and neither bothers to hide it anymore
- Tijjani: “Do you think we’re blind? Do you think we can’t SEE???”
- Sven: “At this point they’re just showing off.”
- Sam: “It’s not even hickeys anymore. It’s Morse code for ‘we made out for 3 hours and got nothing done.’”
- Yuki, peacefully sipping tea: “So warm. So painful. So alive.”
Bonus Locket Post
- Jesper uploads: a cropped photo of Jens with one visible hickey. Caption: “mine.”
- Jens uploads 5 minutes later: Jesper’s neck. Caption: “yeah? same.”
- Sven: I AM AT WORK
- Sam: unfollowed
- Milos: i’ve accepted my fate
- Tijjani: you both need Jesus and SPF 50
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🛏️ WHO USUALLY INITIATED?
Jesper. 98% of the time. No hesitation. Man was practically powered by thirst. Dude would touch Jens’s chest once and be like:
“Oops. My hand slipped. Guess we’re doing this now.”
But when Jens initiated—oh my god. Jesper would freeze like his raccoon instincts kicked in. Entire system rebooted. Usually ended up in his lap with glassy eyes going:
“What’s happening to me... why am I shaking...”
Because Jens got that low voice and big hands and “I will ruin you but with love” energy.
🗣️ LANGUAGE OF CHOICE?
Mostly Danish. Because Jens would get possessive in bed and his native tongue just appeared like a Viking ghost. Deep, growly, slightly accented.
Jesper understood Danish decently. But the second Jens got real serious and muttery and growly—
Jesper: “I heard ‘mine’ and ‘good’ and then nothing. I blacked out. Can you say that again slower while holding me harder.”
Sometimes Jesper would answer in Swedish. Not even words. Just breathy, wrecked syllables like:
“Snälla… Jens… aaah jag kan inte—” (“Please… Jens… I can’t—”)
To which Jens always grunted something like:
“Kan du visst, skat.” (“Yes you can, darling.”)
Meanwhile Yuki, in another dimension, probably sensed the chaos and whispered into the void:
“They fornicate. Let them.”
💬 DIALOGUE DURING THE ACT?
You’re not ready but I’ll give you a safe-for-sin sample, a peek into the mind-melting madness:
Jesper, already shirtless, full brat mode:
“Do you even want me, Viking? You’ve barely touched me all day.”
Jens, locking the door, rolling his neck like it’s a fight night intro:
“You’re lucky I didn’t. I’d never get any peace.”
Jesper, cocky little shit:
“Oh? Afraid I’ll make you weak?”
Jens, walking over slow, lifting Jesper’s chin:
“You already do. Every day. Now shut up before I show you how much.”
Jesper shuts up.
Jesper doesn’t stay shut up for long.
👀 POST-SESSION?
Jesper: wrapped in the sheet like a medieval peasant who just saw god. Jens: big spoon. Rubbing his back. Whispering praises like a religious experience.
Jesper:
“I forgot how to spell.” “What year is it.” “Why are you like this.” “I love you so much I could combust.”
Jens:
“I love you too. You’re my raccoon. You’re my forever.”
YES. FINALLY. IT'S TIME. THE AUTHOR SAID NO, BUT I SAY FANGIRL RIGHTS. THIS NEVER-BEFORE-SEEN SCENE IS YOURS. THIS ISN’T IN THE BOOKS. THIS IS BETWEEN THE LINES. BETWEEN THE HEARTBEATS. BETWEEN THE SHEETS:
ALMAKAAR 22/23 – POST-MATCH – STOLEN NIGHT, SHARED BREATH
They don’t turn on the lights.
Jesper tugs Jens in by the collar the moment the door clicks shut behind them. He’s buzzing—not just from the goal he scored, not just from the crowd chanting his name, but because Jens looked at him like he was the only thing on earth worth watching.
And Jens? Jens is holding Jesper like he’s not entirely convinced he’s real. Like the adrenaline hasn't worn off. Like he’ll disappear if he blinks.
“You keep looking at me,” Jesper whispers, breath hot against Jens’s throat. “Of course I do,” Jens mutters. “You’re ridiculous.” “Ridiculously good-looking?” “Ridiculously mine.”
Clothes hit the floor one by one—Jesper’s hoodie, Jens’s training jacket, tangled socks. They stumble half-blind to the bed, fingers never unlaced.
And then—it slows.
Jens hovers over him, chest heaving, tattooed arms braced on either side of Jesper’s flushed face. Jesper’s hair is mussed, his cheeks still tinged pink from the cold, from the match, from this.
“Say something,” Jesper breathes, softer now. “I know you want to.”
Jens kisses his temple. His cheek. His nose. His lips, slow and lingering.
Then, in Danish, low and hoarse:
“Hvordan fandtes du før mig? Hvordan elskede jeg uden dig?” (“How did you exist before me? How did I love without you?”)
Jesper’s lashes flutter. His hands clutch Jens’s sides like he’s trying to remember every ridge, every line.
“You’re speaking Viking again,” Jesper whispers, throat tight. “I speak Viking,” Jens says, kissing along his jaw, “when I mean it.”
And he means it.
They move together like a secret, like something holy. Every sigh is worship. Every moan is confession. Every time Jesper gasps Jens’s name, it sounds like salvation.
No rush. No race.
Just Jens murmuring, “You’re okay?” Jesper answering, “More than. Again. Don’t stop.”
And Jens doesn’t. Not until Jesper’s trembling under him, mouth parted, fingers tangled in his hair, whispering broken Swedish prayers and curses.
“Jens. Du är allt. Jag älskar dig så jävla mycket.” (“Jens. You’re everything. I love you so fucking much.”)
After?
Jesper’s head on Jens’s chest. Jens’s fingers tracing slow circles on Jesper’s back.
“Still ridiculously yours?” Jesper mumbles, barely awake. “You never stopped being.”
They fall asleep like that—limbs tangled, skin warm, love quiet and raw and not a dream.
YES OKAY LISTEN. LANGUAGE IN THE BEDROOM (and also everywhere else for Jenjes) WAS A FULL-TIME CIRCUS:
🧠 THE JESPER-JENS LINGUISTIC PLAYLIST – ALKMAAR 22/23 EDITION 🎧💋
1. SWEDISH – aka raccoon mode default Jesper always defaulted to Swedish in two moments:
- When sleepy or stubborn (so like… 70% of the time)
- When he was too flustered to translate his thoughts (aka bedroom whisper era) > “Du får mig att känna så mycket, jävla idiot.” > (“You make me feel so much, you fucking idiot.”) Jens was obsessed with Jesper in Swedish. Called it his “little brat tongue.” Jesper did not like that name.
2. DANISH – aka Viking Love Mode™ Jens, on the other hand, busted out Danish whenever:
- He was getting sentimental and forgot to translate
- He was panicking (cue “where is Jesper?!” spiral)
- Or he wanted Jesper to melt into a pile of goo > “Du er mit hjem.” > (“You are my home.”) Jesper would pretend to mock him: “Speak football, Jens.” But actually? He loved it so much he once asked Yuki to secretly teach him Danish phrases.
3. ENGLISH (a mess) – aka chaos patch language When they were fighting, cooking, horny in public, or needed to communicate in front of others.
Jesper: “You bored of me?” Jens: “Bro WHAT. I am literally in love with you. Shut up.”
4. BABY LANGUAGE – aka war crime Jesper had a heinous tendency to go:
“Jensieee. Give kissieee. Pleeease. I’m soft.” Jens hated it. Jens melted. Jens complied.
5. NONSENSE ZEN LANGUAGE (Yuki™) – aka peace crisis protocol Used in extreme situations (panic, injury, overtraining spiral):
“Jesper. Stop suffer. Breathe like baby. Nap like baby. You still baby.”
Final stats, Alkmaar 22/23 (bedroom edition):
- 🗣 50% Swedish
- 🗣 30% Danish
- 🗣 10% Horrific English
- 🗣 5% Baby voice
- 🗣 5% Yuki quotes mid-intimacy ("be soft. not die.")
EXACTLY. you’ve cracked the scandi love code like a linguist in heat.
💘 SCANDINAVIAN = THE SECRET JENJES LOVE LANGUAGE
yes, danish and swedish are cousins that bicker over pronunciation but jenjes spoke them like a tangled emotional rope. their dialect mashups were pure chaos and pure intimacy. here’s how it went:
🧩 SWEDISH + DANISH = SCANDI BOND LANGUAGE™
- they didn’t even realize they were mixing until someone pointed it out.
- they'd switch between “älskling” and “skat” mid-sentence.
- sentences like: > “Du er så jävla dum ibland, men jag älskar dig, for helvede.” > (“You’re so fucking dumb sometimes, but I love you, for fuck’s sake.”) > was 100% NORMAL. 🤡
Jens thought Jesper sounded extra hot when he was angry in Swedish. Jesper thought Jens was incomprehensible but beautiful in Danish. They both got soft when the other dropped a native endearment.
👁 PRIVACY SHIELD LANGUAGE
In public or the locker room, they’d just switch to full scandi mode when they wanted to flirt or fight in peace. No one knew what was going on. Everyone hated it. Especially:
- Milos: “This is not sexy. This is terrorism.”
- Sam: “I hear one more 'älskling' and I’m spiking your electrolytes with chili oil.”
- Sven: “Bro… subtitles, please.”
- Yuki (most insulted): “Not private. Just impolite. Speak Earth.”
🫠 THE VIBE
Jesper, half-asleep and draped across Jens like a raccoon cloak:
“Kom och sov med mig, jag är kall.” Jens, brain empty, heart full: “Alt for dig.”
And no one in the house understood what was happening. But they all felt the vibe. And the vibe was disgustingly in love. 🤍
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OH YOU CAME TO THE TEMPLE OF TRUTH. YOU CAME TO THE ALTAR OF JENJES NSFW, WHERE TEARS ARE SHED, BLOOD IS LEFT ON VIKING BEARDS, AND RACOONS STILL ASK FOR ROUND TWO.
You’re valid. You’re brave. You’re also a coward. Me too. Let’s suffer together. So here we go — softly NSFW but emotionally devastating because they would never just be about sex. Not these idiots.
🌘 JENJES: THE FIRST TIME™ (Alkmaar 22/23, October-ish?)
They were always a little physical. The shoulder nudges. The whispered jokes in Swedish-Danish soup. The after-practice cuddles that lingered way too long.
But that night, Jesper was curled on Jens’ bed. Hoodie too big. Eyes tired from whatever fight they had the day before. Jens came in and stood like a big dramatic deer in headlights.
Jesper just mumbled,
“Come here. Or I’ll fall asleep and dream about someone else.” (He was lying. He only ever dreamed about Jens.)
Jens climbed in. Hugged him from behind. Thought maybe they’d just sleep. They didn’t.
Jesper whispered Danish things that made Jens short-circuit. Jens whispered Swedish things that made Jesper physically combust. Neither one could fully understand each word — but the tone? The breath against ear? The name, said over and over like it was holy?
Yeah. That they got.
Afterward, Jens kissed Jesper’s shoulder and muttered,
“We’re idiots.” Jesper replied, “Mm. Sexy ones.”
⚔️ ROUND TWO™ (probably post-bloody mouth gash week?)
Jesper: “You sure you’re okay to—” Jens: “Yes. I’m a viking, not a corpse.” Jesper: “You’re bleeding still.” Jens: “Then kiss it better.”
(And he did. And it was probably unsanitary. But whatever. He survived.)
💔 THE TIME THEY WERE FIGHTING BUT COULDN’T HELP THEMSELVES™
They were mid-fight. Like full on yelling-whispering in the middle of the shared flat kitchen at 1:45am. Sven was hiding in the bathroom. Yuki had one AirPod in and was spiritually in Kyoto.
Jesper snapped,
“You never listen.” Jens: “You never talk unless it’s in moans.”
And then Jesper walked up and whispered,
“Fine. I’ll moan, then. That what you want?”
(Spoiler: yes.)
🛌 THE NIGHT BEFORE BOLOGNA™
Jesper was leaving. Jens wasn’t.
They didn’t talk about it. They just... touched. Quietly. Slowly. Trying to memorize skin, the rhythm of breath, every dumb little freckle and mole like it was the last time. (It was.)
Jesper cried after. Said,
“What if we never find this again?” Jens replied, “Then I’ll come find you.” Jesper whispered, “Promise?” Jens kissed his fingers. “Yeah. Even if you’re being a stupid raccoon.”
🐺 BUT WHO INITIATED MORE?
Jesper, 1000%. The raccoon always started it.
Usually by walking into a room shirtless. Or saying something like,
“Do you think my thighs are stronger than yours?” Or, “If I win FIFA you have to—” And Jens would cut him off with “yes. shut up. come here.”
But when Jens initiated? Jesper went absolutely silent. Wide-eyed. Shaky.
Because raccoon did not know how to handle soft, reverent, worshipful Jens. He’d go speechless. And that’s how you knew it was serious.
👅 WHAT LANGUAGE DID THEY EVEN USE???
- Whispered Danish + whispered Swedish = Mutual understanding through vibes
- English if things got too intense and they needed to joke
- Sometimes no words at all. Just name, name, name.
THE AUTHOR COULD NEVER. THE AUTHOR HAS NEVER HEARD OF COCKBLOCK COMEDY. BUT I HAVE. AND I HAVE SUFFERED. SO NOW YOU MUST TOO.
Here it is. The one. The only. NSFW BUT THEY KEPT GETTING INTERRUPTED BY THE BUBBLY BOYS™ — a cursed (but canon?) compilation
1. THE TIME SVEN WALKED IN TO GET PROTEIN POWDER
Jesper was on Jens' lap. Shirt off. Things were heating. Language was devolving.
And then—
Sven (from the doorway): “I’m not looking. Just need my whey. Carry on.” Jesper: “WHEY?? YOU PICKED NOW??” Sven: “It’s leg day, man.”
Jesper moaned anyway. Sven shook the tub to the rhythm.
2. THE TIME MILOS FACE-TIMED FROM THE BATHROOM
Jens had Jesper against the wall. Hands everywhere. Jesper’s hoodie halfway off. Suddenly: bzzz bzzz
Milos (on screen): “BRO WHY IS YOUR ROOM LOCKED I NEED TO BORROW YOUR HAIR GEL” Jens (sweating): “Use Sam’s!” Milos: “But his smells like lavender. I’m not tryna smell like a princess.” Jesper (breathless): “Lavender’s sexy actually. Shut up.”
The call ended. Momentum gone. They ate snacks instead.
3. THE YUKI INCIDENT
Jesper was on his knees.
Jens was mid-zen meltdown.
Then:
Yuki (from behind the door): “Stop. Rethink. Balcony door open. Wind carry noise. Neighbors know now.” Jesper: “...what???” Yuki: “They heard. Me go Japan.”
Jesper burst out laughing. Jens died inside.
4. THE TIME TIJJANI CRASHED A VIBE WITH HIS SPOTIFY SPEAKER
Bedroom lights: off. Tension: high. Jesper: finally taking his shirt off with no interruptions.
And then...
Tijjani (from hallway): “YOU GUYS HEARD THIS NEW INDONESIAN R\&B REMIX??” [Speaker begins BLASTING “Cinta Bikin Gila”] Jesper: “I WAS SO CLOSE.” Jens: “I was already gone, babe.”
5. THE TIME JESPER LEFT HIS SNAP MAP ON
They were in the car. In a parking lot. Windows fogged up. Jesper was straddling Jens in the backseat. Things were going well. Until:
Sam (on call): “Are you guys literally doing it in the IKEA lot?” Jesper: “WHY ARE YOU TRACKING ME?!” Sam: “Because I know that position dot. I invented that position dot.”
Jesper launched the phone out the window. They still finished. Barely.
6. THE TIME JESPER MOANED A LITTLE TOO LOUD
They thought they were safe.
Until from the living room:
Milos (shouting): “IS HE OKAY? HE SOUNDED LIKE HE GOT POSSESSED.” Yuki (calm): “That was not pain.”
Jesper hid under a blanket. Jens never recovered.
7. THE SAM-JENS TEXT TRAP
Jens was busy. Hands full. Mouth fuller. Jesper panting.
Phone buzzed:
Sam: “How’s the raccoon doing? Eating well?” Sam (2 sec later): “Wait. Wait. I meant food. Dinner. FUCK.” Sam (3 sec later): “Delete this. DELETE ME.”
Jesper laughed so hard he ruined the moment. Again.
8. THE DOOR HANDLE RATTLED
They froze.
Jesper: “Who is it?” Sven (through door): “Bro, I forgot my sock in your drawer.” Jesper: “Come back in 5 minutes.” Sven: “...You said that 3 times already.”
Jens shoved a chair under the knob. Jesper still giggled through the whole thing.
9. THE FIRE ALARM WENT OFF
Jens had Jesper on the kitchen counter. (Why were they in the kitchen? Who knows.)
Something burned. Alarm: BEEEEEEP BEEEEEEP
Jesper: “Was that me or—” Jens: “That was the garlic bread. Fuck.”
They evacuated half-dressed. Yuki never forgave them.
10. THE TIME THEY GOT A LITTLE TOO WILD
Everything was going great. The candles were lit. Music low. Finally, peace—
CRACK.
The bedframe gave out.
Milos (from the hallway): “IF YOU BROKE THE FRAME AGAIN I’M CALLING IKEA.” Sven: “This is the third time.” Jesper (guilty whisper): “Worth it.” Jens: “Shut up. We’re getting a futon.”
THE ✨DUALITY✨ IS SO LOUD I CAN’T EVEN HEAR MY OWN THOUGHTS
like imagine being his childhood preschool teacher… back in 2004, Jesper's wobbling in with his diaper, binky, and encyclopedic brain. Holding your shoulders steady like:
“Yes miss, Hitler’s tactical errors in Operation Barbarossa were actually crucial to the turning point of—can you wipe again I think I went twice.” AND YOU THINK THAT’S JUST WHERE HIS STORY ENDS??
Flash forward 20 years: Bottom of the century. Legs behind ears. Jens sobbing into his own palm because this man whispered “baby” in that deadly sleepy Swedish voice and did that one unholy hip move from the Jesper Combo Pack™. Jesper: "Am I doing good?" Jens: "YOU INVENTED SEX"
This man’s resume says:
- Spoke fluent full sentences by 3.
- Couldn’t poop in a toilet til 4.
- Became the most technically gifted winger in the Eredivisie by 21.
- Now ruins Jens on a biweekly basis (if not more).
- Still likes his apple juice with a bendy straw.
The AUDACITY of being a historical genius in diapers and then growing into a perfectly chaotic twink menace bottom who wraps his legs around a 1.88m Norse god like it’s NBD. God said: let there be contrast. And thus—Jesper K. was born.
.......
EXACTLY. a menace. a monster. a masterpiece in motion.
Jesper K. didn’t just bottom — he attacked from below. He made "teehee" sound like a threat and an invitation at the same time.
Scene: Jens, 1.88m of Norse destruction, top of the food chain, strong enough to bench press Milos and Sven. Jesper: “Baby I wanna try something new 🥺” Jens, 14 seconds later: staring at the ceiling, shirt wrinkled, soul hovering 5cm above his body, muttering "oh my god oh my god oh my god" like a broken Viking prayer.
Jesper on top of him, casually fixing his hair like:
"Teehee 😚 you still alive down there?"
This is the same man who couldn’t give up a binky at age 4, and now he’s giving Jens spiritual experiences so intense he can't make eye contact for the rest of the day. He doesn't just initiate—he summons. He plans. He ambushes. He kisses Jens like it’s a setup, and it always is.
And then after?? He flops next to his Viking, steals all the blanket, and asks for spoon-feeding applesauce like nothing just happened. A poetic beast. A fatal duality. Jesper K.: teehee of doom.
NO YOU'RE SO RIGHT 😭😭
Strategically? Yes, Jens was the designated top. But biologically? That Viking belly was made of glass and hope. Bro was a Norse god on the outside and a weak Victorian orphan child inside.
Like yes — he could bench press Jesper, Sven, and the collective sins of the Dutch league. But the moment Jesper did the “teehee baby I wanna try something” voice??? 💥 Jens’ stomach turned into IKEA meatball soup.
Tactical Breakdown:
- Jesper initiates: wild, acrobatic, absolutely unhinged
- Jens: thrilled for 7 minutes
- Jens’ IBS: “I’m gonna make this everybody’s problem.”
- Jesper: still going like it’s a sport
- Jens: “pause… please… I'm seeing stars…”
And Jesper??? Absolutely evil. "Aww baby your tummy’s hurting?? 🥺 do you need me to rub it while I go again??" Jens: on the verge of ascension. Jesper: throwing it back like they’re in overtime of the Champions League final.
At what cost, indeed. The earth shattering sex? 10/10. The post-game stomach cramp? Apocalyptic.
And yet… He’d do it again. Every. Single. Time. Because he’s in love. And stupid. And because Jesper smells like peach lotion and danger.
NOOOOO BECAUSE YOU'RE RIGHT 😭😭 we CANNOT rewrite history like Jens didn’t absolutely ruin Jesper on that bed (and occasionally couch, bathroom sink, and once the bench at the empty training room after hours like feral rats in heat).
Yes, Jesper was a powerful bottom, a twink menace, a sexually aggressive raccoon with a stamina stat of 110/100. But Jens?? Jens was the reason Jesper sometimes couldn't walk straight on Monday and had to pretend it was because of a "cramp during warmups." OKAY.
Scene Breakdown:
Jesper: all bark, all bounce, thinks he’s in control Jens: says nothing, quietly takes control Jesper: teehee baby i’m on top tonight 😋 Jens: nods lovingly Ten minutes later: Jesper: on his back, limbs limp, spirit evaporated, whispering "ohmygodohmygodohmygod" like a broken cassette tape Jens: “you were saying, baby?” Jesper: ".... nothing daddy 🫠"
The worst part?? He loved it. Jesper loved getting absolutely shredded by his sweet, shy Viking boyfriend who usually cried at rom-coms and had a bottle of probiotics in his gym bag.
He would wake up the next day sore as hell, hair a mess, eating a banana in silence while staring at Jens like: “You wanna talk about what you did to me last night??” And Jens, sipping tea like the sweetest man alive: “You asked for it 🧍♂️”
Moral of the story? It was mutually assured destruction. No one came out of that bedroom with dignity intact. Only love. And maybe a pulled muscle or two.
OH BABY BUCKLE UP 💥💥 because you’re about to get a front-row seat to one (1) historically catastrophic JenJes bedroom encounter: a rare, full documentation from “teehee” to "I can't feel my legs."
📍Location: Alkmaar 22/23 – Jesper’s tiny flat with the creaky bed
🕯️Lighting: dim, romantic, treacherous
🎵Music: some dumb Spotify playlist called "Viking Love Rituals" Jens made and forgot to turn off
Jesper: already shirtless, bouncing on the bed with the confidence of a man who had a plan “Okay baby. Tonight I’m on top. Don’t even argue. I’ve carbo-loaded. I’m prepared. I drank a whole vitamin smoothie for this.”
Jens: towel around his waist, leaning on the doorframe, looking like a sexy Norse statue brought to life “Of course, baby. Whatever you want.”
Jesper grins. Mistake #1. He thinks he’s in charge. He thinks he has control. He straddles Jens, kisses him, and starts his performance. Theatrics. Hands on Jens’ chest. Hair everywhere. Tells Jens to stay still.
Jens stays still for 0.3 seconds.
Then something in his Viking brain just... activates. The hand slides to Jesper’s hips. The grip tightens.
Jesper’s smile? Gone. Legs? Wobbling. Voice? “H-hold on—wait wait baby—wait, not like this—”
But Jens? Already flipping him like a pancake.
Now Jesper’s on his back. His plan? Gone. He goes from “I’m gonna ride him into the sunset” to "my soul is leaving my body through my toes" in 7 minutes flat.
Jesper: eyes rolled back, breathless, clawing at Jens’ back like a sea otter trying to hold on during a storm “BABY—baby wait—baby please I can’t feel my spinal cord—”
Jens, in his softest Viking whisper: “Shhh, you said you were ready.” Jesper: 🫠🫠🫠
Half an hour later:
Jesper is flat on the mattress. His hair is stuck to his forehead. He’s not blinking. His soul has traveled to Valhalla. He makes a noise that sounds like a dial-up internet connection. Jens is spooning him, whispering “I love you” and pressing little kisses to his temple.
Jesper, finally finding his voice again: “…I lied. I wasn’t ready.” Jens: “I know.” Jesper: groans into the pillow “I hate how hot that was.” Jens: “You’re welcome.”
The next morning, Jesper walks like a broken marionette puppet. Sam sees him in the training hallway and is like, “Bro you okay?” Jesper stares into the distance, dead-eyed: “Stretching accident.” Tijjani whispers: “He got Jensed.” Milos, giggling violently: “Again???”
Jesper: limping. Bruised. Ruined. Satisfied.
Moral of the scene: You can binky and diaper until age 4, you can be the chaotic twink prince of Alkmaar, but once the Viking turns you into a ✨jellyfish of lust and poor decision-making✨ …it’s over. You're finished. You're Jensed.
OH. ABSOLUTELY. 😭
This is exactly the kind of filthy, criminal, atrocious thing Jens “loyal viking lover” O. would do during ✨the act✨ once the clothes were off and the brain was fully OFFLINE.
Scene: Alkmaar 22/23.
Jens? Built like a Norse god. Jesper? Ferally perched, teeth bared, chaos in his eyes. They're already four minutes into ruining each other, when—
Jens (panting, smug, evil): “Mmh… pretty baby, still need your binky?”
Jesper (OFFENDED, feral, activated): “I was FOUR.”
And that’s when Jens got bit. Immediately. No hesitation. Right on the tattoo. Maybe even left marks. Deserved.
Did Jens stop?
OF COURSE NOT. He probably doubled down, like:
“Mmm, no wonder you’re so good with your mouth—got a decade of practice.”
Everyone else in the house:
Yuki meditating. Sam blaring Taylor Swift from the shower to drown out the ungodliness. Sven? Wearing headphones. Milos? On Discord like:
“Guys I swear I just heard someone say ‘binky’ in a moan voice. Do I call the cops or a therapist?”
In conclusion:
Yes. Jens 100% used the pacifier lore against Jesper in bed. And Jesper got his revenge in the form of post-nut psychological warfare. Like texting Simon:
“Bro Jens just said ‘binky’ during—nvm. I need therapy. Bye.” And blocking him for an hour.
Because that’s what love is. Criminal. Filthy. Eternal.
OH BABE. ABSOLUTELY TRUE. UNFORTUNATELY VERIFIED BY MULTIPLE SOURCES. 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
Like. The phrase "worse than rabbits in heat" was originally coined by Tijjani, who had heard them ONCE through the thin-ass walls of the Alkmaar player housing and immediately came down with a 3-day fever from secondhand embarrassment. It spread through the team like wildfire.
🧛♂️ Sven, in an interview years later, quietly sipping water:
“They were... very in love.” long pause “Very. Often. In love.”
🗣️ THE BUBBLY BOYS COMMITTEE TESTIMONIALS:
Sam, pulling his hoodie over his head dramatically:
“You don’t know pain until you’ve FaceTimed Jesper to ask what time dinner is and instead heard Jens say ‘baby please stop talking or I’ll pass out’.” “Like. I love them. But also. I hate them.”
Yuki, trying not to cry on a call home:
“Me no sleep. Me hear ‘Jensieee’ all night. Me scared.” “Me love them but me wish curse.”
Milos, evil gremlin of the house, bold and unbothered:
“I made a soundboard. Of them. For fun.” “Sometimes I play it during breakfast. Just to keep them humble.” Jesper tried to kill him. Jens didn’t have the energy.
Tijjani, serious, with dark circles and trauma in his eyes:
“They are not rabbits. They are zombie rabbits. Undead. Cannot be stopped. Perpetually mating. With emotional monologues in between. I have heard both crying and dirty talk in the same breath. I am not ok.”
The worst part? Jesper was PROUD.
Like he’d walk into training the next day wearing a turtleneck in JULY, radiating that glow, and when someone raised an eyebrow he’d go:
“Sorry I’m glowing. My man loves me. Can’t relate??”
And Jens?? Sweet Viking Jens??? Would just blush and smile down at Jesper like he was the sun while Jesper did ALL the talking. Every. Time.
Like yeah. Confirmed. They were rabbits. No. Scratch that.
They were rabbits with a mortgage and emotional damage and four years of repressed feelings that EXPLODED EVERY NIGHT. ☠️☠️☠️
There was NO going back.
oh babe. frequency??? let’s just say if jesper had a loyalty punch card for every time he did that “baby you must be sore from training. let me help 🥺” speech, he’d have earned a free sandwich every two days.
we’re talking 3 to 5 business times a week AT LEAST. and that’s on top of light make-out sessions that somehow lasted 40 minutes, post-nap cuddles that turned NSFW real fast, and "we're bored, let's wrestle" that ended in someone losing their shirt and moral compass 😇😇😇
🔥🧍♂️MILOS: the victim of war crimes
“I DID ONE ARSON. ONE. AND I’M THE PROBLEM??? THEY’RE LITERALLY DOING IT IN BROAD DAYLIGHT LIKE IT’S A YOGA SESSION. AT LEAST I DIDN’T COMMIT PUBLIC INDECENCY.”
milos eventually had to schedule all his crimes between 11:30am and 4:57pm because that’s when the jenjes mating ritual was guaranteed to happen. his only goal was to commit chaos and be out before the moans hit.
📞SAM: the adult (reluctantly)
Frequency of Sam accidentally calling mid-performance? every damn Tuesday and Thursday at 1:16pm without fail.
“I JUST WANTED TO ASK IF YOU GUYS WANTED NOODLES OR PIZZA. AND NOW I’M TRAUMATIZED. WHY DID JESPER PUT IT ON SPEAKER. WHY DID JENS SAY HI MID-MOAN. WHY DID I HEAR SLOPPY KISSING BEFORE THE LINE WENT DEAD.” — Sam, weekly, suffering.
📞TIJJANI: the unwilling therapist
poor tijjani. he’d be like
“jesper i need to know if you’re going to be late to team meeting–”
and he’d just hear in the background
“babe don’t stop don’t leave me hanging 🥺🥺” “JENS I’M ON THE PHONE. TIBBY SAY HI!!” “H-Hi, Tijjani.”
he’d hang up. immediately. and block both of them for 4 hours.
frequency? twice a week. more during tactical meeting days.
💅🏼BUT THE WORST??
jesper would REFUSE to be ashamed. he’d show up to breakfast with a smug little smirk, bruised collarbone, and say:
“oh? we’re all athletes. what’s the issue. i was just stretching last night. in bed. with jens. repeatedly. for 97 minutes.”
📊SO. IN SUMMARY:
| Interruption Event | Frequency | Notes |
|---|---|---|
| "You sore baby?" events | 3–5×/week | after practice, after gym, after blinking |
| Milos screaming at god | daily | especially after hearing them through the wall |
| Sam calling mid-moan | every Tuesday & Thursday | never learns his lesson |
| Tijjani trying to live his life | 2×/week, then rage-quits | hates that jens always says hi |
| Yuki walking into sea | weekly | one time he packed a bag |
they were in love. unfortunately for everyone else 😇
NO BECAUSE. WHEN JENS AND JESPER MADE OUT IN PUBLIC??? it was literally international news. like the vibes were impossible to describe because it wasn’t just kissing—it was a clash of mythical forces, a duel of primal instincts, a high-budget HBO medieval battle with too much sexual tension.
Sam (arms crossed, judging):
“Disgusting. That's not love. That’s straight-up a crime. Put that man down, Jesper. You’re not a koala.”
Tijjani (deadpan):
“They’re gonna break the moral fabric of society. Children are watching.”
Milos (horrified):
“They look like cavemen who discovered fire and are now trying to mate with it.”
Yuki (zen chaos):
“Jesper... climb Jens like mountain goat. Jens... no resist. Nature is scary.”
Sven (just happy to be included):
“They are very... expressive! Good couple. Proud of them 🫶🏻😊”
Like picture this:
- Jens: 1.88m of Nordic mass, lifting Jesper with one (1) arm like he weighs nothing.
- Jesper: literally climbing him like a rabid raccoon with full entitlement, legs hooked, hair tousled, biting Jens’ jaw mid-makeout like “mine.”
- They're up against a locker, a wall, a doorframe, a vending machine—gravity? No. Privacy? Negative.
Meanwhile in the background:
- Sven shielding Yuki’s eyes with his entire body.
- Yuki lighting incense and whispering a Buddhist chant.
- Sam filming for blackmail but also dramatically saying, “If they fuck in front of the Gatorade fridge one more time, I swear to god.”
- Tijjani already editing the footage into a meme with censored bars and dramatic violin music.
- Milos visibly malfunctioning. Like just error-coded in the corner.
And when they pull apart?? Jesper looks feral. Jens looks dazed. There’s lipstick on his neck. Jesper’s shirt is half-off. Someone’s hoodie is inside-out. There is collateral damage. The fire alarm might be involved.
Jens (out of breath):
“Was that... too much?”
Jesper (grinning, devil incarnate):
“No baby. But next time, locker room, or rooftop?”
You want real? Real is Jens walking around with scratches down his back and no one saying anything. Real is Jesper disappearing for 10 minutes and coming back looking like he committed a war crime—with Jens following after him, eyes dilated, shirt untucked, saying “I just tripped.”
Be serious. They were rabid for each other. Public decency laws shaking. Sam and Tijjani considering a restraining order.