#Arber xhekaj

[tfc-hockey]

Jeremy Swayman guessed that a group of otters was called "A dam full. Because otters build dams."

the idiots list was severely outdated so here is what else i’ve collected over time

the matt boldy cannot swim propaganda lives on..

[croszukis]

arber post-game — CBJ @ MTL 11.16.24

[tysonhos]

TOO CUTE

[puckdrunklove]

OH that’s… wow

↳ XHEKAJ & SLAFKOVSKY ENJOY SOME PIZZA | 2.7.25

[erikkarlsson]

unfortunately i relate very strongly to juraj slafkovský sounding like he’s on the verge of tears after losing a quiz about maple syrup

[uluvjay]

•𝐔𝐋𝐔𝐕𝐉𝐀𝐘’𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍•

| DAY 1 | Matt Rempe- Size Kink

| DAY 2 | Jenson Button & Sebastian Vettel- Age Gap

| DAY 3 | Kirby Dach- Choking

| DAY 4 | Daniel Ricciardo- Mirror Sex

| DAY 5 | Mason McTavish & Jamie Drysdale- Threesome

| DAY 6 | Carlos Sainz- Breeding Kink

| DAY 7 | Quinn Hughes- Face Sitting

| DAY 8 | Oscar Piastri- Dom/Sub

| DAY 9 | Arber Xhekaj- Praise

| DAY 10 | Max Verstappen, Charles Leclerc, Lando Norris, Daniel Ricciardo, & Carlos Sainz x reader- SixSome

[snapbackslide]

Xhekaj drops Rempe | 25.01.19

[celbrini]

[ARBER] during the game against the panthers 28.12.2024

[detrredwings]

yknow what they say, save a horse …

[cupidbedsy]

୨୧ late nights ; ax72

➪ summary: arber comes home to find his girl still awake and basks in her comfort after a crappy game

➪ warnings: today's boston game if you're a habs fan

➪ word count: 1.3k

➪ cupid's notes: my first arber fic 🤭 purley dedicated to @winterbarnesblog and @wintfleur

© cupidbedsy ; do not copy, repost, or translate my work and designs on any other website or here

It was late at night when Arber stepped through the doorway of his and y/n’s apartment. He was tired, eye bags underneath his eyes, letting his bag fall to the floor with a soft thud. He kicked his shoes off and shuffled through the living room and down the hallway, basking in the quiet atmosphere it provided. 

He stopped just shy of the bedroom, eyes locking in on the light that shone from underneath the door. He rubbed a hand over his face, eyes blinking, mind reeling. She shouldn’t have been up this late, she had work tomorrow, she had to be up early.

He turned the doorknob and walked into their bedroom, eyes settling on his girlfriend who sat at her desk, her chin on her knee and her other leg tucked under her, headphones playing what he could only assume was Christmas music as she worked on something. He smiled when he noticed what she was wearing, one of his sweatshirts that he didn’t really wear anymore, most likely because she had stolen it. 

Arber’s steps were quiet as he walked towards her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder in order not to startle her. He could see her jump when his hand met her shoulder, hand moving to take off her headphones and head turning to look up at him. Y/n grinned, reaching up and lacing her fingers with his, “Hi.”

“Hi baby.” He kissed her head, wrapping his arms around her from behind as best as he could while she still sat in the chair. 

She moved her hand to rest on his forearm, rubbing her thumb back and forth over his arm hair. She turned her head to kiss his bicep, snuggling into his arms, “Nice fight today.”

Y/n heard his light scoff, frowning as he removed his arms around her. She watched as he walked over to the other side of the room, peeling off his shirt to replace it with a new one. He didn’t say anything, just moving to change into a pair of shorts before standing over her. 

She gave him a curious look but followed his silent motion to stand up. He took her seat, spreading his legs slightly as he sat down. Her curiousness settled into annoyance, “So first you interrupt my work, then you don’t reply to me and now you’re sitting in my seat? That’s a little rude if you-” 

Arber’s arm reached out and wrapped around her waist, pulling her down into his lap so she was straddling him. Her squeal got a small chuckle out of him, burying his head into her neck and placing soft kisses there. He didn’t say anything, not in response to her statement and not to explain what he was doing, just sat there kissing her neck. 

“Stop it,” she murmured quietly, “I still have work to do.”

“You shouldn’t be up this late, you have work tomorrow.”

“But I have work to do-”

“You can do it tomorrow at work, baby. That’s why it’s called work.”

“I don’t think so, but if you want to believe that you can. Now you gonna tell me what’s going on with you or am I dealing with this whole pouty thing you got going on here?”

He rolled his eyes, placing one last kiss on her neck before pulling away. She took in his features, the bags under his eyes, his drooping eyes, and the roughness of his growing stubble. Her eyes moved to where his hands were resting on her hips, they weren’t that bruised or cut up, but she could see the light cracks in them from the dryness.

She had seen the fight earlier, watching the game from the comfort of their living room with a mug of hot chocolate. She loved it when Arber fought, but tonight was different. The game was going horribly, they were down three courtesy of Cole’s goal a few minutes prior, they were playing Boston, and she could tell her boyfriend had been on edge all game.

She cupped his face, thumbs brushing underneath his eyes, leaning forward to kiss his forehead. She could see the tension release from his body, easing into the chair more and basking in her touch. 

He leaned up and kissed her, bringing one hand to the ends of her hair and tugging softly but enough to elicit a groan from her. He smiled, pulling away and resting his forehead against hers, “I’m okay.”

“Why don’t you go to bed? I’m almost done, I’ll be there in a minute, ‘kay?”

He shook his head in protest, helping her turn around in his lap so her back was flush with his chest. He scooted them closer to the desk, his arms wrapped tight around her waist, hand slipping underneath her shirt and rubbing small circles with his thumb on her stomach. He pressed a light kiss to her shoulder, murmuring as he did so, “Staying right here. You can work.”

She nodded, going to pull her headphones back on when his hand stopped her again, “Wanna listen to your music. Please.”

She took her headphones off fully, placing them down on her desk after turning them off. She reached over to her phone, pressing play, smiling at Arber’s laugh when the two heard Last Christmas playing through the speaker.

“Don’t judge me.”

“I’m not, would never.” He kissed her shoulder again, resting his head in between her shoulder blades. 

ﾟ+*:୨୧:*﹤

It was thirty minutes later when she finished her work, closing her laptop with a sigh. Arber’s thumb had long stopped his movements against her stomach, his breathing evening out and his body going slack against her back.

She twisted as best as she could so she could face him, running a hand through his hair, and untangling the small knots she encountered on the way. He stirred slightly, eyes blinking slowly as they adjusted to the darkness of their bedroom. 

He removed his head from her back, using his hand to brush the hair out of his face that she hadn’t. He looked from her to her closed laptop and gave her a sleepy smile, “Done?”

“Mhm, time for bed.”

He helped her stand up, hands back on her waist as he stood up as well. His hands snaked up under her sweatshirt, “Arms up.”

She did as she was told, lifting her arms slightly so Arber could remove the heavy sweatshirt she was wearing. He knew how uncomfortable she got when she slept with heavy layers on, always opting to snuggle under multiple blankets rather than to wear more clothing. 

He threw the sweatshirt to the side, dragging her with him to the bed. He laid down first, opening his arms so she could crawl into them. She did as so, curling into him and sighing when he brought the comforter around her, hugging her close to his chest.

Y/n leaned up a bit, pressing a kiss to his jaw before settling back into the cocoon she found herself in, “I still stand by my statement earlier, it was a good fight.”

She laughed as he grumbled something incoherent, looking up to see a frown on his face. She raised an eyebrow, “I thought you liked it when I complimented your fighting.”

“I do. Just not that fight. Could’ve done better for you.”

“You’re right, I have seen better fights from you but it was a fight nonetheless. As long as you aren’t severely hurt, I’m happy.”

“Should say that in my next interview when they ask me why I like fighting.”

“I don’t know how happy people would be if you said you did it so when you got home you could fuck your girlfriend.”

He scoffed playfully, “Hey! I do not always do it to have sex with you. Sometimes it just happens.”

“Mhm keep telling yourself that, pretty boy.”

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CHRISTMAS PJ’S ARBER XHEKAJ

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pairing: fem!reader x arber xhekaj

summary: never one to cave to your antics, arber finally does when you buy matching christmas pyjamas for the two of you.

warnings: none!

wc: 1.29k

notes: sixth piece of my 12 days of xmas celly! i can just imagine trying to coax arber into little self care activities and him having none of it

The first time you tried to coax Arber into wearing a facemask, he stared at you as though you'd just suggested he should sprout wings and fly to the moon. He leaned against the doorway, his solid frame eclipsing the light from the hallway, arms folded across his broad chest in a posture of amused resistance. You were perched on the edge of the bathroom sink, a strip of mint-green clay smeared across your cheeks, grinning at him.

“I’m not putting that on my face,” he said, his voice rumbling with a finality that allowed no argument.

You’d argued anyway, of course.

“It’s not just about skincare — it’s fun!” you’d said, lifting the pot of face mask. “You can be a part of the experience. Bonding time! Come on, what’s the harm?”

Arber’s jaw tightened, though the corner of his mouth twitched as if fighting a reluctant smile. “Hard pass. Thanks, though.”

It became a routine, this back-and-forth between you—your bubbling excitement meeting his steady practicality. When you tried to pluck his eyebrows, telling him they were getting out of hand, he had held your hand in his for a long moment, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that made your stomach flip, and simply said, “No.”

And yet, despite his stubbornness, you never doubted that Arber loved you. He loved you in the way he always pulled you closer when you snuggled on the couch, his large hands gentle on your shoulders. He loved you in the way he always remembered your coffee order, down to the extra shot of espresso you always got. He loved you in the way he kissed your forehead before heading out the door, as though sealing a promise that he’d always come back.

But love, you knew, didn’t mean unreserved compliance with your whims.

So when December rolled around and you unveiled the matching Christmas pyjamas, you braced yourself for another rejection. They were kitschy in the best way — white flannel pyjamas with Christmas trees scattered across the fabric. You presented them with a flourish, holding them up against your chest and grinning.

“Absolutely not,” was Arber’s immediate response, though his tone lacked the conviction it usually carried.

You pouted, clutching your own pyjamas to your chest. “Come on, Arber. It’s Christmas! It’s festive! Plus, I already sent a teaser to our moms.”

His brow furrowed. “You did what?”

“Teased a surprise. If I don’t send them photos of us wearing them, people will riot,” you said, only half-joking.

Arber sighed deeply, the kind of sigh that spoke of a man resigning himself to fate. “This is blackmail,” he muttered, though the spark in his eyes betrayed his amusement.

That evening, as you flitted around the kitchen making a batch of shortbread cookies, you heard the sound of the bedroom door creaking open. You turned to find him standing there, his expression half-sheepish, half-defiant.

He was wearing the pyjamas.

The fabric clung awkwardly to his muscular frame, the sleeves stretched just a bit too tight around his biceps. The ridiculous reindeer pattern seemed incongruous on a man as solid and stoic as Arber, and yet—your heart swelled with affection at the sight.

The ridiculous pattern seemed out of place on a man as solid and stoic as Arber, and yet — your heart swelled with affection at the sight.

“You look amazing,” you declared, bounding over to him and beaming up at his slightly embarrassed face. “Look at us! We’re adorable!”

Arber glanced down at himself, then at you, your matching pyjamas fitting far more comfortably. Slowly, the tension in his shoulders eased.

“You’re happy?” he asked, his voice quieter now, as though your answer mattered more than he wanted to admit.

“Ridiculously so,” you replied, and you weren’t exaggerating. The sight of him — this man who so often resisted your playful schemes, now standing here in absurdly festive attire — made your chest ache with a warm, almost unbearable fondness.

“Okay,” he said simply, his lips curving into a small, genuine smile. “Then I guess this isn’t so bad.”

You threw your arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to his cheek before pulling him toward the couch. The two of you sat there for hours, watching a Christmas movie of Arber’s choosing (giving him a small win that evening). The twinkling lights of the Christmas tree cast a soft glow over the room. Arber held you close, the faint smell of pine mingling with the warmth of his skin.

And later, when you sent a photo of the two of you in your matching pyjamas to your mothers — Arber grinning despite himself, his arm draped protectively around your shoulders — their swooning comments soon poured in.

Your phone buzzed incessantly on the coffee table, lighting up with a flurry of messages. You reached for it, laughing as Arber tried to discreetly peer over your shoulder. He wasn’t fooling anyone; his curiosity was evident in the slight tilt of his head and the way his arm remained snugly around you, holding you close.

The first message came from your mom.

Mom: Oh my gosh! Look at my babies! Arber, you look so handsome in those PJs! The little reindeer is so cute!

You snorted, showing him the text. “See? My mom thinks you’re pulling them off.”

Arber grumbled something incoherent, though his lips quirked up in the faintest of smirks. He was trying hard to act unaffected, but the faint flush creeping up his neck betrayed him.

More messages followed quickly.

Simona: Sweetheart, you two are the CUTEST. Arber, I never thought I'd see the day. Don’t worry, I saved this picture for future family gatherings 😉

You couldn’t contain your laugh, clutching your stomach as Arber groaned beside you, his hand covering his eyes

“She’s never letting me live this down, is she?” he muttered, but the corners of his eyes crinkled with quiet amusement.

“Oh, absolutely not,” you teased. “She’s probably already planning the scrapbook spread.”

You could feel Arber’s chest vibrating against your back as he chuckled, finally breaking down under the avalanche of love and teasing. His amusement was contagious, and you couldn’t stop grinning.

“Okay, okay, enough,” he said, trying to sound gruff but failing miserably as his laughter slipped through. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“Oh, absolutely,” you agreed without hesitation, shifting so you could look up at him. His expression had softened entirely now, his eyes warm as they met yours. “But admit it. You’re enjoying it a little too.”

He didn’t respond right away. Instead, he reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch gentle and lingering.

“I’ll admit something,” he said after a beat, his voice low. “Seeing you like this—happy, excited—makes it worth it. Even if it means looking like an overgrown Christmas elf.”

You blinked up at him, caught off guard by the rare candidness of his words. His lips twitched upward, and you could tell he was trying to play it cool, but the sincerity in his eyes was undeniable.

“You’re such a sap,” you murmured, though your voice wavered with emotion.

“Only for you,” he countered, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

You sat there in a comfortable silence for a moment, letting the warmth of his presence settle around you. His arm tightened slightly, pulling you closer.

And though you knew he’d never admit it out loud, you caught him glancing at the reflection of the two of you in the darkened window, his lips quirking in a satisfied smile.

In his mind, Arber was already making a note to indulge you more often. Sure, your antics were often ridiculous and sometimes exasperating, but they lit you up in a way that made every second worth it.

[korshrimpski]

I like that first overall draft picks kinda get a bonded pair:

You got connor and that freak leon. Known germany lover auston and that guy that’s carlton the bear in human form, mitch. Hot man nico and someone who did not have a brat summer, jesper. Some guy called jack and nico (again!). Saviour of montréal juraj and the sheriff, arber (them and kaiden guhle are a secret 3rd thing). the other generational connor and his buddy kevin. someone called macklin and a guy called will smith.

[puckrabbi1]

Hockey memes again just because

[uluvjay]

Rules are Rules- A. Xhekaj

Arber Xhekaj x fem! Reader

In which the rules state, if you wear a cowboys hat you have to ride him..

Warnings?; SMUT, unprotected sex (a big no no), penetrative sex, p in v, grinding, cursing, slightly possessive arber, pet names, slight degradation.., good ole smut, sorry if I missed any errors!

Arber watched you from across the bar, the way your hips swayed to the music that blared through the speakers.

Your little jean shorts far too short for his liking but he was a secure man and his woman wore what she wanted.

You could feel his eyes burning into your back-more specifically your ass making you move your hips even slower.

“He’s been watching since we started dancing.” Your friend spoke up a tiny smirk on her face.

“I know.” You shrugged smirk mirroring her’s as you turned your back to her, ass rubbing against her front as you locked eyes with Arber.

His head shook at your antics setting his glass down on the bar he stood, his large frame causing heads to turn as he made his way to you.

You bit your lip as you caught the look in his eyes, they were dark and serious but you could see the lust hiding deep down.

Your friends body was pulled away into the arms of her boyfriend just as Arber reached you, his own hands wrapping around your waist to pull you close before they shamelessly landed on your ass.

“Every man here has been watching you move your body like that.” He mumbled into your hair.

“So have you.” You teased.

“Yeah but you’re mine, I can watch and touch all I want.”

He tried to hide his smirk at the way you took in a sharp breath body unconsciously moving closer to his as your eyes locked in a strong stare.

“Maybe we need to let everyone know that” he continued.

“I can think of a few ways” you teased.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm” you nodded not giving him a chance to think before your hand was reaching for the black cowboy hat on his head.

“Y/n-“ he tried but was cut off by your teasing tone watching as you placed the hat on your head.

“-what’s that rule again? If you wear the hat you ride the cowboy?” You raised a brow attempting to step back but his strong hands held you in place.

“Yeah..something like that.” Arber breathed, his heart racing at the sight of you wearing his hat and how good you looked.

“Well then what are you waiting for? Take me home cowboy.”

-

Arber had your body pressed against the front door the second it shut, his hand resting on the base of your throat as his lips locked with yours in a desperate kiss.

He was anything but gentle as his lips assaulted yours, teeth nipping your bottom lip pulling a whimper from your throat.

You moaned when he forced your thighs apart with his knee, his own denim covered thigh coming to rest between them.

Your hands fisted his dark locks and pulled hard, smirking into the kiss when he grunted at the sharp pain.

His free hand moved down to your shorts making quick work of the button, moving back slightly he tugged them down your thighs.

You gasped when his thigh returned to its spot, a wet spot instantly forming on the expensive denim as you grounded your hips down on him.

“That little stunt get you this wet baby?” He smirked.

You couldn’t speak, the burn of your lace thong and denim of his jeans as you continued to move against him taking up your thoughts-it hurt so good.

“Where’d my little slut from the bar go? Huh? You were the one rushing home and look at you now desperate and needy.” He spat his large hands wrapping around your hips pushing you down harder on his thigh.

“Arber” you breathed the pleasure in your lower stomach building quickly.

He smirked down at you, knowing how easy it was for him to gain control over you it didn’t matter what show you put on-Once his hands were on you, you were a puddle of lust and need.

He watched as your hips humped his thigh faster and faster chasing your climax and right as he saw your thighs starting to shake he pulled away.

Your eyes flew open at the loss of contact, angry and frustrated at the denied orgasm you spat his name.

“What the fuck??” You growled.

“If you’re coming, it’s gonna be with you on top of me.” Arber answered not missing the small whimper you released at his words.

He pulled you towards the master bedroom stripping you completely before pushing you onto the bed before removing his own clothes, keeping the black cowboy hat on.

You watched as he climbed into the bed his strong back resting against the wooden headboard as he got comfortable.

“What are you waiting for? Giddy up cowgirl.” He smirked.

“Arber-

“-Don’t tell me you’re backing out baby, rules are rules sweetheart and you got yourself in this position. So get your ass uphere.”

He watched in amusement as you puffed out a breath of frustration, cursing him under your breath.

Nonetheless your body came crawling up the bed as you straddled his lap not forgetting to take the hat from his head to place on your own.

You both shared a twin moan as his cock came in contact with your cunt, sliding down slowly as you took all of this thick length.

“Fuck” you breathed as the familiar burn of pleasure came from between your legs, you puffy clit from riding his thigh not helping the sensitivity.

After a short moment to adjust you began rocking your hips back and forth finding a steady rhythm before you quickly changed to bouncing.

Arber’s head dropped back against the headboard, pleasure filling his body as your cunt hugged his cock tightly.

“So good baby, always feel so good for me.” He cooed reaching his thick hands up to cup your breasts.

You cried out he pinched your nipples between his fingers, pulling slightly before he switched back to rubbing them.

The moan that broke from your throat as he shifted forward to wrap his lips around them was downright pornographic, his cock shifting deeper inside you hitting that sweet spot inside you just right.

“Shit Arber, s’ so good” you panted chest heaving as his lips left wet kisses all around teeth nipping at the skin before he returned to your breasts.

He growled as your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders hips now moving faster as you desperately chased your high.

The sound of skin slapping filled the large room, the headboard beginning to bang against the wall behind it as the bed shook.

Arber couldn’t help himself as his hands moved behind your back gripping your ass in both hands he began to move you on his cock.

Leaning back he added the help of his hips, thrusting into you at a fast and hard pace had a squeal falling from you.

“I-I’m getting close.” You sobbed, tears of pleasure spilling over your waterline causing your makeup to run. Arber loved it, something about watching your mascara and eyeliner run always turned him on.

“Yeah? Go ahead baby, come for me like a good girl” he encouraged.

By this point it was him doing all the work, your body to overcome by pleasure as your eyes started to roll back and toes curl.

A strong hand came to the back of your neck, pulling your lips down to his Arber locked them in a hot kiss.

He could taste the saltiness of your tears as you moaned into his mouth, he knew by the way your pussy had a death grip around him that you were close.

It only took a few more thrusts before you fell flat against his chest body shaking as your orgasm wrecked your body, legs shaking and cunt spasming around Arber.

Your orgasm is what pulled Arber over the edge himself, he cursed loudly as he fucked into you as he came.

You whimpered at the warm feeling of him filling you up, thank goodness for birth control you thought.

He collapsed against the bed after you he finished fucking you through your shared high, both of your chests heaving as you laid there motionless.

You hadn’t even realized you still had his hat on until he pulled it from your head and tossed it to the other side of the bed.

He lifted your head to peck your lips softly, “Did so good for me baby” he praised kissing you one more time before pulling out of you and standing up.

You watched his frame walk into the attached bathroom, the sound of running water soon meeting your ears.

He came back a few moments later to gather you in his arms taking you into the bathroom he sat you in the bubble bath.

You wished he could get in with you but you tried it once and it was quickly apparent his large frame did not fit in the small tub.

However he did sit on his knees as he cleaned you up, kissing the side of your head he stepped away to climb into the shower opposite of the tub.

You watched him shower allowing the warm water to sooth your muscles and soreness that would no doubt be between your legs in the morning.

Once you were both cleaned off he picked you up from the bath and dried you off, pulling your fluffy robe over your body he guided you to your side of the his and hers sinks.

He got your makeup wipes and cleaned your face before turning you around, brushing and braiding your wet hair for you.

One thing about Arber is that he’s a pro at aftercare, it’s something he takes very seriously especially since he get can a little rough in bed at times.

He dressed the both of you before you climbed into bed together he pulled you close, kissing the top of your head as you rested it against his chest.

“Did you enjoy yourself tonight?” He asked softly.

“Yeah, it was good getting out feels like forever since the last time we did.” You smiled.

It wasn’t his fault, the season had been busy with traveling and back to back games and with your own job thrown in there just wasn’t much time for anything else.

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.” He smiled.

You kissed his bare chest in reply turning to allow sleep to over take your tired body but right as you were on the edge of sleep a thought struck your mind.

“Can I ride you in your cowboy hat more often? It was hot.”

“Go to bed Y/n” he growled pinching your hip causing a giggle to break free from you.

-

[turcott3]

it’s ok, i’m ok

arber xhekaj x fem! reader

warnings?: angst, crying, cursing, kissing, smut, unprotected sex, fluff and dramaaaaaa

i don’t want him anyway, girl take him

-

florian had asked you over, so you drove anxiously, wondering if this was the moment he was finally asking you to be his girlfriend. you’d been talking for about a month or so, and you felt ready for the next step with him.

you pulled into his driveway and huffed, nervous to walk into the house you loved to be at, a home that was always so warm and kind to you. you texted him that you’d arrived and approached his front door as he opened it, him opening it wide for you, everything seemingly normal.

instead of stopping and saying hello to his parents and sisters, he b-lined for his bedroom, quickly shutting the door behind you. quickly, he sighs and looks down at his feet.

“what?” you asked.

“i just- okay, i need you to listen. like completely.”

“okay?”

“so, um, fuck. okay, well i’m asking kayla to be my girlfriend today and i wanted to tell you because it would be wrong of me not to.”

“i’m sorry?” you reply, heart sinking quickly in your chest.

“i really hope im not upsetting you by doing this, it’s just what felt right to me.”

“pat yourself on the back buddy, you really thought this one through.” you snap, your passive remarks gleaming through.

“i really did consider your feelings in all of this, the last thing i wanted to do was take it to far. we never even had sex.”

“florian. you think that that’s what this was about? oh we didn’t have sex so it wasn’t that serious? i was prepared to come here today to be the one being asked to be your girlfriend, and i was ready to say yes. but instead you throw this at me and apparently katelyn i-“

“her name is kay-“

“i really don’t give a fuck about her name florian. fuck you. you know i really loved coming here and being with you and your family, and i’ll be so fucking pleasured to tell them what you’ve done. i didn’t even know you were talking to someone else how could you? like honestly fuck you. goodbye, i’m leaving. so much for considering my fucking feelings asshole. and don’t chase after me, just leave me the fuck alone.” you replied, leaving him no room to speak as you shut the door behind you walking back out toward the entry way, arber being the only family member left in the kitchen.

“i heard arguing? is everything okay?” he asks, setting his water down on the island.

“no, your brother’s an asshole.” you reply, biting your lip as your eyes watered.

“oh fuck, what happened? are you okay?”

“i thought he asked me over here to ask me to be his girlfriend, turns out he asked some other girl who i didn’t even know about. yet apparently he considered my feelings.” you reply, letting a tear slip.

“jesus christ.” he scoffs, leaving the two of you in silence for a moment.

“well, thank you for listening and being there for me arber. i’m sorry you’ll probably never see me again.” you frown, not wanting to leave the warm walls of the xhekaj home.

“let’s go for a drive, it’ll help you clear your head.”

“but arber i-“

“no, let’s go.” he says grabbing his truck keys and following you out the front door.

“you didn’t have to do this.” you say as he climbs in the drivers seat.

“well i don’t want today to be the last day i see you, so let’s take a drive so you can clear your head. talk to me y/n.” he says, pulling down the road.

“i don’t know.” you sigh, leaning your head in your hand. something about arber had always intrigued you. you being in between him and florian’s age made it confusing for you at first, of course landing on the first bit of attention you got. arber was almost always in the back of your mind whether you wanted to admit it or not.

“you know, you deserve a whole lot better than that right? i love my brother a lot, truly i do, but ive never seen him fuck up anything this bad. it’s almost out of character for him” he asks, turning to you as he drove down a straight road.

“why do you say that?” you reply.

“because, you’re always so kind and caring. watching you care for flo the way you did honestly made me jealous that i couldn’t have you for myself. not like in a weird revenge way, just in general you know?” he replies honestly, sending you spiraling into your thoughts.

jealous that i couldn’t have you for myself, you repeated over and over in your head.

“well at the time i was just returning the favor but, maybe i wasn’t.”

“you weren’t y/n, that’s just how you are. i’ve been around you enough to know that.” he replies pulling into a parking lot.

“yeah i guess……” you trailed off, “i’m sad im never gonna be in your house again.”

“says who?”

“that i can’t be in your house again?”

“yeah who told you that?” he asks, locking eyes with you as he put his truck in park. you sat in a comfortable silence for a moment as you thought about how to reply.

“i just kind of figured i couldn’t because of everything.”

“well you figured wrong, because i’ll be damned if you’re not in my house tomorrow.” he says, his eyes growing intenser, your heart pounding in your chest, the feeling of craving looming in the air.

carefully, he brought a soft hand to your cheek, bringing you in for an electric kiss, sending shockwaves through your body. you melted into his lips effortlessly as he pressed the buttons on both of your buckles, assisting you into his lap, hardly losing connection between your lips.

his hands held you delicately as your arms wrapped around his shoulder, holding him impossibly closer than you’d ever held his brother. it’s crazy how different you felt. in this moment, you craved arber in ways you’d never felt before.

you pulled away for a moment locking eyes with the brunette as he smiled, brushing strands of your hair out of your face.

“arber i-,” you pause, getting lost in his sweet gaze.

“what is it?” he asks, his hands now rested lightly on your thighs.

“i want you.” you say nervously finally admitting to yourself that maybe this is what you’d wanted all along.

“want me how honey? tell me what you want.” he replies gently.

“i wanna have sex with you.”

“okay.” he simply replies, smoothing his hands down your thighs and around the curve of your ass, his lips pressing sweet kisses to your jaw as he laid his seat all the way down, your hands tangled in his dark hair as you grew wet at the slight nips he left in your neck.

“this okay?” he asks, slipping a hand slightly under the hem of your shirt. you simply nodded allowing him to continue as he lightly squeezed your breasts, a whispered moan leaving your lips. you felt him giggle against your skin before pulling away and removing his hands.

“so ready for me huh?” he giggles and your face flashes red.

“don’t be embarrassed y/n. i’ll give you a second okay?” he giggles bringing you in for a reassuring kiss. you climbed off of his lap, your thoughts surrounding your mind as you removed your bottoms in his passengers seat.

what if this is just to get back at florian? what if he doesn’t actually want this? oh fuck it.

you’re snapped quickly out of your thoughts by a light hand touching your arm.

“everything okay?” he asks, laid back in his seat.

“yeah yes sorry, i’m ready.” you reply, as you notice his other hand in the waistband of his pants.

“okay.” he smiles kindly, pressing a kiss to your hand before you finally kicked your pants off your feet, climbing back into his lap as he strokes himself in his pants. you lean over attaching your lips as you used two fingers to rub yourself, arousing you even more at the fact that he was jerking off to you in his passengers seat.

that alone was enough to get him up.

“fuck.” he groans, lowering the waistband of his pants, his large cock springing free, landing against his lower abdomen. you took him into your hand, his hands placed on the outside of your thighs as you positioned yourself over him, lowering yourself onto his thick cock slowly. you moaned loudly as he bottomed out inside you, crashing onto your arms over him, his hands guiding you as you grinded against him, stretching you out intensely, further than you could’ve imagined.

“fuck” you moan quietly as he can begins to support your ass as you bounced up and down at a steady pace. moans and explicits echoing from both of you throughout the large truck.

“fuck you look so pretty riding me like this.” he grunts out, snapping his hips into, your eyes rolling back in your skull, butterflies tearing through your stomach at his words, reconnecting your lips instantly to muffle the moans that were torn from your throat. his swollen cock brushing the sweet spot buried so deep inside you with each thrust.

“oh my god arber, i’m gonna cum.” you whine pulling away, grinding your hips back and forth against his as your warm walls tightened around him.

“fuck baby, come on my cock.” he says lowly in your ear before you rested your head in the crook of his neck as an orgasm shook through you, your muscles spazzing uncontrollably as he fucks your through your high, eventually edging close to his own, asking you to sit up as he pulls out, spewing his milky ropes onto your stomach, panting heavily. he sits up, opening his console, using napkins to wipe his mess from your abdomen, folding the napkin up and tossing it out of the car.

“i hope you know this wasn’t just for revenge arber.” you muster up the words to say.

“i know it wasn’t y/n. we both wanted it, i could tell.” he replies, hands cupping your jaw as he pecks your lips.

“so are you coming back to mine?” he smiles as you climb back into the passengers seat.

“i think you’ve convinced me enough.” you reply with a giggle, his hands guiding resting lightly on your thigh as he drove back to the direction of his house.

“i was hoping so.” he replies, moments of silence following.

“you know, i really like you. and i actually was kinda jealous of florian that he got you and i didn’t.” he admits

“well now you have me.”

“i hope i can keep you.” he replies as he pulls back into the driveway, where you were borderline having a meltdown about an hour ago.

“just know, that girl he asked to be his girlfriend,”

“what about her?” you reply with a sigh.

“she ain’t got shit on you, okay? walk in there with your head held high.” he continues.

“okay.” you blush, rolling your eyes slightly as you climb out of the truck, grabbing the bag of clothes you brought originally meant to stay the night with florian, instead that bag ending up on arber’s bedroom floor. a place you’d never really thought they’d be. especially not when you woke up this morning.

-

you woke up draped over arber’s shirtless body, his skin warm pressed against yours. you groaned as you sat up stretching out intensely, waking him up on accident.

“i didn’t mean to wake you.” you giggle quietly.

“mmm its okay.” he groans, rubbing his eyes.

“i have to go home.” you sigh, looking down at him. he sits up out of bed sliding on pajama pants and walking you to the front door as you created small talk to fill the silence, your bag in his hand.

“text me when you get home okay? drive safe.” he says to you, pressing a kiss to your temple and sending you on your way. your heart grew in size at the gesture.

“holy hell, i can’t believe this.” you laugh to yourself as you drive away. 24 hours ago you were convinced you’d be florian’s girlfriend, and now you were effortlessly intertwined with arber.

and for some reason,,, everything felt so natural this way.

-

“i’m nervous, she’s gonna be here arber.” you sigh. the xhekaj family was hosting thanksgiving, as per usual, and you’d been going out with arber for at least 2 months now.

unlike florian, someone knew what he wanted, and that was you.

you’d never been happier. arber kept you a fresh bouquet of roses in your bedroom every two weeks, paid for your coffee, your gas, and various other little things. little things that made you feel cared for in ways you couldn’t imagine.

“she’s gonna be here but it’s fine baby, i promise. you’re with me. nothing she can do or say will hurt you, not while i’m around. and if you need to come and be in my room that’s okay. i understand this is your first time seeing her so it’s a little raw, but im here for you, my sisters and mom are too. they weren’t happy about how this all played out but they’re happy you’re still around.” he reassured squatting in front of you as you sat on his bed, your hands grasped in his as he promised you that everything would be okay.

“okay, thank you.” you reply, opening your arms to hug him, which he gladly and warmly accepted, pressing a short sweet kiss to his lips before you separated and left his bedroom, walking out into the dining room where everyone sat talking.

“y/n, i saved you a seat right here.” arber’s older sister winked, patting the seat next to you, the one on your other side quickly taken by arber.

“thank you.” you say quietly, your eyes landing on florian’s girlfriend for a moment.

the longer you were with arber, the more confident you became. the one glance at her was enough to prove that you were the better catch, which made you feel a hell of a lot better about the situation.

“oh hi, i’m kayla, i don’t think we’ve met.”

“i know who you are.” you reply to her, turning back to sophia and talking to her, florian glaring at you, annoyed at the interaction.

“oh.” she replies, her hands finding their way into her lap.

“i’m y/n.” you smile passively at her, almost in a condescending way.

“it’s nice to meet you.” she says hesitantly, you flash a quick fake smile at her before turning to arber.

“this is just embarrassing.” you giggle quietly.

“what baby?” he says lowly, leaning his ear to your lips.

“he picked that over me, you’re a smart boy.” you reply and he smirks, kissing you on the temple before turning to his mom to make her speech.

“it’s lovely having our newcomer kayla here for thanksgiving, now let’s feast.” she says and you choke slightly on your water, sophia smacking your leg with a giggle as you tried to cover it up smoothly.

you spent the whole meal speaking to everyone except them two.

everyone knew what had gone down, clearly,,,, except her. seems as though she had no idea.

“do you think she knows?” arber leans in your ear.

“not a damn clue, but it’s in the past now so, no point in telling her about it.” you reply.

“touché.” he replies, his hands finding its way to your thigh, his thumb running lightly over the fabric of your pants. the rest of the meal was smooth, eventually coming to an end and you finding your way back into arber’s room changing into your pajamas.

“you were really sexy being passive aggressive like that.” he teases, tickling your sides, laughter erupting in the room as he pecked your neck lightly with his lips. your hands harshly grabbing his wrists begging him to stop.

“finish getting changed so we can go watch our movie okay? i know you don’t really wanna be around her but you can lay against my chest and sleep for all i care, i just want you there.” he says, tugging his sweater over his head, and changing into his pajamas.

“i will, ill meet you out there.” you say and he nods leaning in for a kiss.

“i love you.” he says, face only inches away from yours. your heart stopped at his words, in the best way possible.

he loved you.

“i love you too arbs.” you reply, not trying to pause for too long, grabbing him by his jaw and bringing him in for one last kiss.

after all, maybe this all happened for a reason, that reason being that arber was probably the most perfect man you’d ever seen and you were okay being the one he loved.

[starbabyg]

Perfect View | NHL Drabble

warnings; smut-ish, freaky ahh gif (not really lmfaoo), short short drabble

a/n: I’ve always seen these in the anime fic community (bye leave me alonee) and wanted to bring it to the nhl community cause I could churn out more content when I have less time but still wanna make some for y’all lmk if this is something you guys enjoy xoxo

His hands felt rough as they skimmed the bottom of your thighs and made their way up your ass, squeezing the supple meat as he pulled your shorts and panties up as much as he could.

“Look at how nice and plump your ass looks in these shorts baby,” he deeply muttered. His line of sight was focused on the mirror that was placed in front of him. It gave him the perfect view of you on your knees, sat right in front of him as you perched yourself up on his thighs. Your back was arched perfectly, poking your butt out more as they stretched the thin fabric covering it. You wore his socks, which he thought was adorable considering they covered up most of your shins.

You couldn't even look back if you tried, his cock shoved so far down your throat that tears welled from your eyes, making your mascara smudge and cake up under your lower lashes. if you dare tried to move he'd just yank your hair and push you farther down on his dick. He just wanted you to know just how much of a perfect view he had of that pretty little ass of yours.

Arber Xhekaj; Juraj Slafkovsky; Nikita Zadorov; Auston Matthews; Quinn Hughes; Jack Hughes; Ryan Reaves; Vince Dunn; Matt Rempe