#Juraj slafkovsky blurb

[lovings4turn]

ᯓ★ 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐓! (𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐉 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐅𝐊𝐎𝐕𝐒𝐊𝐘)

— juraj isn’t much of a reader, but stories always sound ten times sweeter coming from your lips

+ aka. pure fluff about reading to slaf . yes this is glaringly and shamelessly self indulgent but i am just a girl !!! very short but HEY its my comeback !!!!

compared to the fast-paced, adrenaline producing sport of ice hockey, reading always seemed somewhat arduous to juraj. he just didn’t have the patience to sit for god knows how long, mind not allowed to wander as he digested black ink printed onto page after page.

that was until he met you.

reading had always been something you’d found comfort in, the structure of word after word, chapter after chapter a reliable rhythm you could relax into.

fictional worlds were an escape, an opportunity to let your mind wander from the mundane for a few hours.

with your love for the hobby, it was no surprise juraj had learned to love it, too. it didn’t really matter what you were reading, just as long as you were reading it to him.

he wasn’t too picky, enjoying your rendition of a crime novella with just as much passion as the cheesy romance book you’d bought at the airport one time. he even found comfort in you reading him classics, the convoluted sentences he hardly understood transforming into the sweetest melody thanks to the way your voice wrapped around each and every word.

the way your accent would highlight certain vowels, your cadence a reliable beat, and the silly character impressions always an amusement.

he would lay between your plush thighs, head on your stomach as your free hand carded through his grown out hair absentmindedly.

mid sentence, you heard a soft puff of air escape juraj’s lips, and before you could speak, his hand curled delicately around the top of your book, pulling it down so he could look at you properly. his features were contorted in puzzlement, thick brows furrowed and nose scrunched just so slightly as he wet his lips to speak.

“okay, know i missed a lot, but still. what is this?”

you snorted, dropping the book low enough so that the pages fell to his line of sight.

“friend recommended it. hockey romance, apparently.”

as juraj’s face lit up, you snorted, shaking your head.

“i wouldn’t get excited,” you warned, flipping through the novel. “not much gameplay. just a lot of, well, extra curricular activities.”

a smirk tugged at his lips, and you swatted at his shoulder, shaking your head as he batted at the pages.

“what did i say? don’t get excited.”

“too late.”

the only thing more soothing than a good book in the evening? your boyfriend’s lips on yours.

[blakeswritingimagines]

I'm A Project Baby *SMUT*

Summary: During the heat of the moment, you both forget about your initial disagreement and focus solely on pleasuring each other.

Warnings: Angry sex, Wall sex, Unprotected sex, Make-up sex, Fem reader, Teasing if you squint, fluff at the end!

Word Count: 2.8k

Little things had been adding up, especially during the busy hockey season. It started on a Friday evening. Juraj had just gotten home from work and you were watching TV. You seemed distracted and didn't respond to his attempts to make conversation. He got annoyed and snapped at you. "Or just don't listen too, that works so well." You listened to his words carefully, your face remained stoic and quiet. You take a deep breath before slowly exhaling from your nose, you then look up at him directly into his eyes, clearing your throat, and speaking, her voice calm but firm as you give the attitude right back at him. "Perhaps I would be more interested in having a conversation if it was actually… you know… stimulating." Rolling his eyes with a scoff. "You know, perhaps I would be willing to put in more of an effort if I wasn't exhausted coming home from work. Maybe you could try to empathize with me, just a little." He started walking over to the shared bedroom, while he talked just so he could change into more comfortable clothes before coming back. "Oh, right, because you're the only one who works," you say sarcastically, rolling your eyes. "Perhaps you should stop whining and act like a proper adult."

You both started arguing about nothing in particular and even though he knew it was petty, It got heated quickly. You kept going at each other and saying hurtful things that you didn't mean. Things felt really tense and you both started to feel overwhelmed. It was a fight that just kept building up. "You're so stupid, you shouldn't even open your mouth." He spoke as he rolled his eyes and started to walk away again. You took a step forward, blocking the way. "You are not going anywhere. This argument is not finished." You listened to every word, and your smile slowly faded into anger. You clenched your fists, your face becoming hard. You flinched visibly, your teeth clenched together in a grimace. After a moment you looked at Juraj with a cold stare, your heart beating quickly "You take that back."

You caught Juraj off guard. The words hit him like a truck, the look of contempt and anger on your face shook him. He backed away, not willing to take a step forward again. The words you said hit him hard, he regretted calling you stupid, and he regretted that stupid fight. He wanted to say something back but he didn't know what. His mouth was dry and his throat had become tight. He wanted to apologize but he also wanted to walk away, he couldn't bear looking at your face right now - such a strong display of emotions left him speechless. Juraj looks stunned. He stares at you for a moment, unsure what to do. He feels a sudden rush of fear and anger. "You heard me." He clenches his fists, his voice tightening. "I'm not taking anything back." He raised his eyebrows and glanced at you with eyes slightly narrowed, his expression neutral. "I take nothing back. As a matter of fact, I stand behind every single word I have said." He stares at you, eyes narrowing. His body trembles, anger coursing through his veins.

You and Juraj stared hard at each other, neither willing to be the first to back down. The tension hung heavily in the air, both of your breath's coming in short gasps. Your lips pressed together tightly, your eyes narrowing further as you met Juraj's gaze. The anger in his eyes threatened to burn the whole place down. The two felt a sudden rush of anxiety and fear, neither knowing what was going to happen next. As you watched each other with cold intensity. You had never been so angry at him before, and your expression scared him a bit. He looked away, realizing that he had gone too far. "Just leave me alone." his voice was laced with frustration and anger. You walked up to him and grabbed his arm, your tone full of intensity. "Apologize." You squeezed your fingers around his forearm and didn't let go. He stared down at your hand gripped around my arm, his face set into a scowl. "No." He tried to yank his arm free of your grasp, but your grip was tight. He grits his teeth and looked down at you, an air of anger radiating from his whole body. "Why should I apologize? If you want me to apologize, then you should apologize first." He looked away from you, his frustration growing hotter by the second. He can't believe how angry he had become. All of this over a stupid argument.

It started out over nothing. Just a silly argument. Neither of you would back down, and things just escalated. The tension between you rose until it felt like you were drowning in a sea of anger and hurt feelings. You didn't know what to say to smooth things over, and you both felt more hurt with each passing moment. It was like you had dug yourselves into a deep hole, and couldn't climb back out. Your rage increased as his attempt to break free failed. You were not going to let him or this go. He couldn't just walk away from this fight. Your eyes flashed fire before you spoke in a low whisper "You should apologize because you hurt my feelings. I'm willing to forgive you," your eyes narrowed. "But only if you're sorry."

He looked down at the floor, unable to meet your eyes. Something inside him softens, but he's too angry to let it show. This argument has gone on too long, and his anger has only flared up hotter. Why can't either of us just leave the other alone? The thought of walking away again crosses his mind, but knowing he can't let this go. Not yet. He looked back at you, his face softening. "I'm sorry…I'm sorry I hurt your feelings." "I think I need you to prove it." Your eyes burn with intensity as you stare right back at him. You swallowed hard, your breath coming in short gasps. You felt your heart pounding in your chest and your hands shaking by your sides. You wanted to pull away but at the same time didn't want to. The attraction you felt for him was overwhelming and you can't help but want more from him. Your mischievous grin teases the imagination. You watched, your eyes widening with anticipation.

He had let out a chuckle at your response, knowing that you were now fully invested in the little power struggle "Oh really? You want me to grovel for your forgiveness? That's a bit much don't you think?" His voice drops even lower, and he moves closer to you so that you are almost nose to nose "Maybe I should show you just how sorry I am to you." He gave you a wicked grin and licked his lips, teasing you with the idea of what might happen next. Your eyes flared up again with anger, but this time it was mixed with a hint of arousal as well. You felt your heart racing faster than ever before, and you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second. You didn't know why, but you found yourself completely turned on by the situation "Show me how sorry you really are." Your breath was heavy as you spoke, and you couldn't help but lick your lips nervously.

He smirked and nodded, acknowledging the challenge. Feeling desperate to be allowed inside of you now after everything. He reached down and grabbed onto your hips firmly, pulling you close so that your bodies were pressed together tightly. His hands roamed over your body, exploring every curve and dip while maintaining a dominant grip on you. "Alright then, here's how sorry I am." He leaned in and kissed you deeply, taking control of the kiss and showing you who was in charge. As you continue to kiss passionately, he reached around and started massaging your ass cheeks firmly, making sure you can feel every stroke of his fingers digging into your flesh. His tongue eagerly explores every corner of your mouth as he deepens the kiss further. You both can taste the anger and desire mingling together as your tongues dance together in perfect harmony. As the kiss goes on, he can feel your body responding to his touch, becoming more pliant and submissive with each passing moment. "Mmm... There we go, sweetheart... Letting all that anger out makes you taste so damn good..." As he says this, he started to slide his hand down between into your pants and began to massage your clit through your pants.

The combination of the intense kiss and the stimulation on your clit left you unable to think straight. You moaned into the kiss as you felt yourself getting wetter by the second. You couldn't believe you were allowing this to happen when a fight was just happening, but you found yourself unable to resist. "Fuck… Yes…" Juraj heard you saying between gasps for air as you gave into the pleasure of the moment. As the kiss continued, you could feel your heart racing faster than ever before. You could also feel the pressure building up between your thighs as you began to squirm uncontrollably. You knew that you needed relief, and you hoped that Juraj would be able to provide it for you. "Mmm... Look at you all ready for me like this... So fucking perfect..." He continued to kiss you deeply, and his fingers continued to stroke your clit, feeling the heat radiating off of your sensitive skin. He can hear your soft moans and whimpers filling the room, and it only serves to fuel his own desires.

As he pulled back slightly from the kiss, he looked deep into your eyes and spoke with an authoritative tone "Now who's the one begging?" He asked with a smirk on his face, knowing that he had complete control over the moment at this point. "Tell me what you want, sweetheart. Tell me how bad you need my cock right now." You looked at him with a mix of anger and desire in your eyes as you spoke through heavy breaths "Fuck… I need your cock… I need it deep… I need to feel it stretching me… I need to feel it throbbing inside of me…" You said between gasps for air, unable to contain your lust any longer. The thought of being completely under Juraj's control excited you more than anything else you had ever experienced before. "Please… Give me your cock… Make me yours…"

He chuckled at your response, loving the fact that he had brought you to such a vulnerable state. His cock throbs against his pants, eager to be released and buried deep within you. He reached down and undid his belt buckle, quickly pulling down his pants and boxers before stepping out of them completely. His massive erection springs free. He reached down and started undoing the buttons on your pants, working quickly to get them open so that he can reveal your bare pussy beneath. Once they were open, he pushed them down along with your underwear, leaving you completely exposed to him. "There we go... Nice and ready for me." He said with a satisfied grunt as he admired your wet pussy for a moment before pressing you against a wall and positioning himself at her entrance. He slid one finger inside of you slowly, teasing your tight walls with gentle strokes while looking deep into your eyes. "You're so fucking beautiful when you're like this."

He pulled his finger out feeling like he couldn't take anymore and grasped onto the base of his cock, and guided it towards your entrance slowly, savoring every moment of anticipation. "Alright, sweetheart. Here comes my dick. Are you ready for it?" He asked teasingly, watching as you looked up at him with wide eyes filled with both excitement. "Yes… Fuck me… Deep and hard…" You whispered between labored breaths as you watched him position himself. The anticipation of finally feeling his cock fill you up sent shivers down your spine, and you can't help but squirm with impatience. "Yes… Fuck me…" He smiled at the request, and with a slow, deliberate motion he pushed his hips against your dripping entrance, feeling the heat envelop him as he prepared to enter you. He paused for a moment, savoring the sensation of being surrounded by your warmth and slickness before finally pushing inside of you with one swift motion. "There we go... Enjoying the feeling?" He asked rhetorically as he began to thrust into your tight, wet depths. He can feel the tight grip of your inner muscles wrap around him, pulling him deeper into your body with each stroke.

"Make me yours…" You whispered between gasps for air as you looked up at him with an expression of both neediness in your eyes. "Always been mine, love. Always will be." He said as he pushed inside of you with one final thrust, the feeling of you wrapped around his cock like a glove sent a surge of pleasure through his entire body. "Mmm... Fuck... This feels so good..." You let out a loud moan as he continued to push inside of you, feeling his thick length filling you up completely. You gasp for air between labored breaths. Despite everything that has happened between you both, you can't deny the way that his presence seems to bring out a primal desire within you so easily. As he started to move against you, driving himself deeper into you with each thrust, "Yours… All yours… Just take me… Please…" You begged, "Fuck…" You moan loudly, losing yourself in the moment and finding it difficult to maintain any sense of control or resistance.

He let out a low growl as he felt your walls tighten around him, signaling that you were fully embracing the sensations he was providing you with. He can see the pleasure etched onto your face, and it only serves to fuel his own desire. "Mmm... Yours... All mine..." He said with a grunt as he picked up the pace of his thrusts, slamming into you over and over again. He could feel his cock throbbing inside of you, desperate to unload his cum deep within you. He let out a long groan as he felt his orgasm building up inside of him. He knew that he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. "Close... So close..." He said as he increased the speed of his thrusts more, wanting nothing more than to fill you with his cum and mark you as his forever. "Gonna fill that little cunny up until there's no room left for anything else..." He said as he felt the first hot streams of precum dripping from the tip of his cock.

He knew that soon he would be unloading inside of you. "Always yours... Forever..." As you felt the first waves of your orgasm crash over you, you couldn't help but let out a long, drawn-out moan. Your body shook slightly as you rode out the intense pleasure. The thought of being filled with his cum sent shivers down your spine, and you knew that you would never be able to forget this moment. "Cum inside of me… Mark me as yours…" You whispered between gasps for air, arching your back as you rode out the waves of pleasure. "Oh god… I'm cumming…Please…" A wave of satisfaction rushes through him after you're done. His body was still trembling from the rush of adrenalin and emotions. He looked at you, smiling. You're both satisfied and content. Your bodies are still pressed together, your breathing heavy and quick. The intensity of the moment is still there, lingering in the air. He reached and started to caress your cheek, his large hand was soft and gentle. He looked into your eyes and smiled softly before softly whispering. "I'm sorry…for real this time."

You gaze up at him as he caressed your cheek, your eyes softening with pleasure at the touch. You feel a flutter of excitement in your heart and close your eyes, enjoying the sensation even more. As he whispered sorry to you, the intensity of the moment grew warmer. Leaning forward and pressed your lips against his, savoring the moment as you breathed in his scent. The intensity of the moment only grew as your bodies pressed closer together. You inhaled sharply through your nose. Your heartbeat sounded in your ears as you looked at him now more shyly. Your eyes met, and your breath caught in your chest as the intimacy between you was palpable. "I love you."

He nodded lightly as you pressed your lips against his. The intensity and passion between you both fill the empty space, your skin soft and smooth. His heartbeat pulsing loudly in his ears. He looked into your eyes and smiled gently, taking in your beauty. You're not only beautiful on the outside, but on the inside as well. "I love you too." He spoke tenderly before leaning in again, kissing you softly. His love for you is undeniable.

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Jealous of Joe | Juraj Slafkovský

wc. 1.9k

Juraj's jealous when he sees you with another certain athlete

(sorry for the bad google translate throughout)

You jog down the steps of Nationwide Arena until you're face to face with a wall of glass blocking you from the players on the ice. Your eyes roam the red and white jerseys, finding purchase when they land on the familiar number 20. You look over his figure, studying the way he skates down the ice with ease. He looks like he’s floating, stick down, looking for the puck, focused, perfect. 

You and Juraj Slafkovský have been friends since the minute he was drafted by the Montreal Canadiens. As one of many social media managers, you became best friends with the whole team, finding safe spaces in Cole, Nick, Kirby, Kaiden, Monty, and most importantly, Juraj. 

The first thing you ever bonded over was your mutual knowledge of the Finnish language. The two of you could converse for hours in Finnish and not even realize until another one of the boys finally gains the courage to ask about what you two have been saying. They even tried to use it to their advantage, asking if you understood what he would say in Slovak but you were no use in that department. 

You try to snap yourself out of the trance you were in, looking around the rink to see what kind of media you could create before the game. You’re in the middle of thinking up a new question or tiktok challenge when you feel a presence next to you. 

“They look good,” the stranger says from next to you and you don’t look over as you respond, somewhat hoping the person leaves. 

“Hopefully they keep it up during the game tonight,” you respond, knowing the Hab's tendency for third period strikeouts. 

“You think Caufield will score?” the boy next to you asks and you shrug. 

“It’ll make my job easier if he does,” you joke and the laugh that sounds from next to you is so melodic it has curiosity leading you to turn your head. 

To say you’re shocked by the man standing next to you is an understatement. After working in this league it takes a lot for you to get star struck by an athlete but you’re speechless, jaw dropped open looking at Joe Burrow standing next to you. 

“Holy shit,” you blurt out and the older boy turns to look at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

“I’m Joe,” he says, holding a hand out for you to shake and you can’t help the shiver that runs down your back when his hand slides perfectly into yours. 

“(y/n),” you say, still not quite sure that you’re not totally dreaming. “No offense, but what are you doing here?” 

His laugh has you smiling right along with him and you find yourself wanting to hear more of it. 

“I’ve been meaning to come out and see a game for a while, meet the players and so on. I figured since I’m injured,” he takes the moment to lift up a carefully wrapped wrist in front of your eyes. “I would come and check it out.” 

“Well if you’re expecting your fellow Ohioans to win, I apologize in advance,” you say and Joe throws his head back in laughter.

“Oh really?” 

The two of you continue talking, trading jokes and reveling in each other's laughter. You were beyond enjoying the conversation with Joe and you almost forgot about the ongoing practice and job you should be doing. 

Juraj certainly didn’t forget. During practice, a game, in the arena, out of the arena, no matter what Juraj always has an eye on you. The minute you stepped up to the glass during his practice his eye was on you, watching what you were doing, but more importantly, who you ended up talking to. Juraj’s furious and jealous gaze roams your figure, hating the way your head is thrown back in laughter, pink rising to your cheeks at his words, the slight, shy movements he knew all too well. 

At some point his brain must have shut off because suddenly his body is barreling down the ice without a second thought. You’re mid sentence to Joe when a loud bang sounds in front of you and you both jump back in fear. You look up to see Juraj standing there, a sheepish smile on his lips but something different in his eyes. You shoot him a look that conveys the sentence “are you serious right now???” and Juraj waves awkwardly before backing off and skating away. 

“Your boyfriend?” Joe asks and you jump at his voice, forgetting he was there for a moment. 

“No, no,” you say, glancing at him before reverting back to following Juraj’s movements. “Just friends.” 

“So, you wouldn’t mind if I asked you out then?” Joe asks and your body fully turns towards him at the question. 

“I can pick you up before the game tonight? I have an empty seat next to me,” he offers and you grin. 

“I’d love to.” 

Juraj spends the rest of practice pissed and all the boys can tell. They’re even playing a game, seeing who can mess with him the most before he truly snaps. 

Nick takes pity on him, the captain skating over to the young player. He follows Juraj’s gaze to where you are and watches as his eyes flame in anger when you smile at Joe. 

“What's up?” Nick asks, vague enough that Juraj can tell him what’s actually going on or he can brush it off. 

“He can fight?” Juraj asks and Nick fully turns to him in shock.

“What?” 

“I’m gonna fight him if he goes out with her,” Juraj says, determination so deep in his eyes that Nick knows he’s not a force to be reckoned with. 

Normally, before games you’re nervous for other reasons. Making sure you have enough content, tweets are loaded and ready to go, photos are edited and stats are ready to be posted. This time, your coworker is taking on those nerves while yours belong to the date you were about to go on. 

You looked over your outfit for what feels like the millionth time and smooth out the canadiens jersey that falls over your body. You were showing up with Joe but still had Juraj’s last name on your back; the irony. Joe knocks on your hotel room door right at 7 and you let out a breath before making your way to the front door. 

You were no stranger to Joe’s pregame outfits but you were shocked out how he could still look so incredibly good even in a simple t-shirt and jeans. His smile is blinding and while you know you should be swooning at the sight, you can only think about Juraj’s crooked smile, the way he looks down, not wanting anyone else to see the beauty. 

You and Joe head to the arena, a short drive in his luxury car and he’s nothing but a gentleman the entire time. Your heart flutters from time to time but you’re not sure if it’s because of Joe, or because you're nervous to see Juraj. 

You two take your time getting to your seats, stopping to grab drinks before heading down as the players are finishing warm ups. Juraj thinks he’s safe, that he won’t have to control a temper for the rest of the game but it all falls flat when he sees Joe with an arm slung around your shoulders in the front row. 

“Leave it be,” Nick warns the younger player and he shakes his head, praying his focus turns towards the game. 

The game against the blue jackets is physical, to say the least. The boys are playing like it’s a revenge tour and the game is tied for most of the time. Third period begins and Juraj is firing on all cylinders at this point. He’s finishing his checks, he’s rushing down the ice, he’s doing anything and everything to forget about you and Joe. 

You watch as Juraj digs for the puck, a battle between him and one of the blue jackets players trying to gain possession of the puck. It sails down towards Nick and Juraj lets up, words clearly exchanged between him and the opposer. 

“Careful before I take your girl out next,” the player sneers at Juraj and he’s officially seeing red. 

You watch in slight horror as Juraj slams the player into the boards and fists go flying. The fight must last a quick 20 seconds but feels like a lifetime. You’re on your feet and pressed against the glass as Juraj gets up, a fresh cut on his cheekbone and his hair disheveled and hanging over his now dark eyes. 

 “Holy fuck,” you breathe out, watching as Juraj is escorted down the tunnel and some of the boys are casting glances in your direction. 

“(y/n)?” you’re snapped out of your trance at Joe’s voice and turn to find him with worry and understanding in his gaze. 

“I have to go check on him,” you say and Joe nods. 

He leans forward, pressing a kiss to your cheek that explains all of his thoughts and feelings. You smile, a bit of sadness laced in the look, before parting and heading straight for the locker room. 

You race down, surprisingly not getting lost as you run and you flash your access badge like your life depends on it. You finally come face to face with the locker room door and you take a deep breath before flinging it open, unable to stay away from Juraj any longer. 

“Kto si, do pekla, myslí, že je? Sedí tam s ním a užíva si každú sekundu!! A ten sráč, ktorý-” Your brain flies a million miles an hour trying desperately to grasp the little Slovak language you know but to no avail. 

“Juraj?” you call and the 6 foot 2 hockey player halts all movements before turning towards you. 

“What are you doing here?” he grinds out, chest heaving trying to catch his breath. 

“I wanted to check on you.” 

“jebať ma,” he mutters angrily. “Go back to your new boyfriend.” 

Juraj was torn clean in half between two sides. One desperately wanting you here, wanting you to stay and talk to him, to explain that Joe meant nothing to you. The other half of him is infuriated, feeling disrespected that you would show up now after flaunting Joe in front of him. 

“What the fuck is your issue?” you snap, taking several steps till you're inches from Juraj’s face. 

“Ježiš Kristus.”

That’s the last thing you hear before Juraj leans down and slams his lips against yours, the kiss lighting you end to end in a fiery passion. His hands wrap around your waist and pull you up onto your tip toes and press your chest against his padded one. Your body takes a minute to catch up and when you do, your hands tangle deep into Juraj’s damp strands pulling him close and begging him to never let go. 

Unfortunately, humans need air and the two of you separate, panting heavily for a moment after. You fall back onto your heels and Juraj’s eyes search yours for a moment before speaking again. 

“You’re my issue,” he says and before you can retort he shushes you. “I love you. You walked into my game with my name on your back but your hand holding his.” 

Your eyes stare deep into his, your heart cracking at the idea that Juraj could ever be hurt by your actions. However, it’s filled back up when you remember him admitting that he loves you. 

“Oh minun rakkauteni,” you murmur, pulling him into you again and reveling in the feeling of his lips on yours. 

“It’s you baby. It always has been and it always will be,” you promise. 

Juraj grins against you, the moment fleeting but lasting forever. 

[wintfleur]

MISTLETOE

⊹ but I’ma be under the mistletoe, with you, shawty with you ⊹

🧦 ━━━ 𝑔wen 𝒸aufield and 𝒿uraj 𝓈lafkovský enjoy their christmas abroad

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📍Raykjavik, Iceland

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colecaufield replied to your story ‘stay safe okay! call me if you need anything’

gwendolyn_caufield I will, don’t worry we’ll be fine 🤍

jackhughes relied to your story ‘DOLLY YOU CAN NOT TRAVEL ALONE WITH A WITH A BOY???’

gwendolyn_caufield he’s not just a ‘boy’ he’s my boyfriend . . . besides me and Luke would travel alone all the time??

jackhughes LUKE WASN’T TRYING TO GET IN YOUR PANTS?!

gwendolyn_caufield juraj doesn’t have to try 😮‍💨

jackhughes TMI TM FUCKING I 😧

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kdach77 stressing myself out just imagining juraj driving on those snowy roads

gwendolyn_caufield he did really good!! he was so slow people kept passing us 😭

_slafkovsky_ not slow, safe

arberxhekaj_ juraj in the kitchen??? and the place didn’t burn down??

gwendolyn_caufield the cabin didn’t burn but the pizza did 😿

_slafkovsky_ i really tried!!!

colecaufield you can’t stay there forever

colecaufield you have a job! and a brother!

colecaufield you booked your flight back?

colecaufield right????

gwendolyn_caufield cole you are stressing me out 😐

tatemcrae you are to freaking cute

tatemcrae gwen 😩

gwendolyn_caufield hii bbg 😻

username juraj taking gwen to Iceland after she says that’s her dream vacation, oh I love them 🥹

username wait that’s so cute, I didn’t know she said that!

username she said it in a Habs video! . . . when he listens 🥰

trevorzegras be safe 🫵

gwendolyn_caufield yes dad 🙄

lhughes_06 has it happened?? 👀

gwendolyn_caufield LUKE GO AWAY

markestapa hmm suspicious 🤨

lhughes_06 check the gc @/edwards.73 @/markestapa @/gwendolyn_caufield

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brockcaufield19 so happy your having fun sis!

gwendolyn_caufield love you brocky 🫶🏻

_slafkovsky_ I’m fine with that 🤍

_slafkovsky_ I don’t wanna leave either

_slafkovsky_ but why that picture 😟

gwendolyn_caufield you look so cute, my cute baby ☹️

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_slafkovsky_ we didn’t stay out long!! shes in front of the fireplace rn

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gwendolyn_caufield lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with youuuu ❄️

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_quinnhughes 💫💫💫

trevorzegras can I pet that dawg???

gwendolyn_caufield you can even hug them!!

arberxhekaj_ okay, starting to miss you guys 🥸

gwendolyn_caufield juraj keeps finding way to mention you in like all of our conversations . . . he misses you to 😭

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markestapa man I need a sugar mommy :[

gwendolyn_caufield WHAT does this have to do with my post??

markestapa I want someone to take me to Iceland :[

edwards.73 be our sugar mommy gwen 🙏

_slafkovsky_ sugar mommy?

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lhughes_06 please call me, I want to be apart of this conversation 🤣

bgally.11 nice pics gwen!!

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gwendolyn_caufield love you more coley ❤️

jackhughes I’m getting major cuteness aggression dolly

gwendolyn_caufield thanks? sqeeze luke or something?

lhughes_06 DO NOT sqeeze me, thanks 👍🏻

kdach77 a little shirtless slaf 🔥🔥

username oh how pretty 🤩

username gwen is the cutest ever 🥹

username juraj pulling her around is so cute

_slafkovsky_ you look so cute in those earmuffs

_slafkovsky_ best christmas ever because of you, I love you so much sweet girl 🖤

gwendolyn_caufield I love you forever 🖤

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gwendolyn_caufield I’m going to create a contraption that will always have mistletoe hanging above us, just so I can kiss you whenever I want 💋

_slafkovsky_ I know you can, my genius girl, but you don’t need mistletoe to do that 🤍

𝓻oro’s note. oh gwen and juraj oh how I miss you two 🥹 i had so much fun doing this one! please send me in some thoughts for them!! I miss my babies 🫶🏻

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[uluvjay]

NHL players reacting to you flashing them..

Based on this tik tok!!! Thank you to @turcott3 for always helping with these

| Jamie Drysdale | Blushes so hard but he doesn’t hesitate to make a move, tells you how gorgeous you are before laying kisses all across your chest and breasts.

| Mason McTavish | He’s confused as to why your boobs are out and what’s going on, he’ll laugh and ask what’s going on. He does worship you though, it’s one of his favorite activities!

| Juraj Slafkovsky | He gets very excited, his eyes light up as a smirk tugs at his lips. He giggles softly before tackling you and getting to work!

| Luke Hughes | He kinda just sits there for a second very very confused and concerned, he doesn’t understand but he’s lightly blushing. Asks if you’re okay and feels stupid when you tell him why you did it.

| Kirby Dach | Raises his eyebrow but blushes immediately, looks at you with an “uhh?”. He honestly reaches out to cover them but when you start giggling so does he and then just shakes his head when you tell him why.

| Cole Sillinger | Waste no time before going in, he’s got one in one hand while his lips are sealed around the other. Very happy and excited man. I can hear him saying an “Ohh baby” with a soft chuckle before he takes very good care of you.

| Brandt Clarke | Turns bright red, he’s so confused but quickly turns shy. He doesn’t get sexual at first, pulls your shirt down before pulling you into him and giving you a light kiss and it could lead to some soft sexy time or just some cuddling tbh.

| Adam Fantilli | “baby what’re you doing?” With a soft laugh, he’s so smiley as he bear hugs you and kisses all over your face and your chest. He doesn’t kiss your breasts but he does tell you how beautiful you are and how much he loves and appreciates you.

| Cole Caufield | He finds it funny, definitely asks what you’re up too but he’ll absolutely initiate some sexy time because why not.

| Quinn Hughes | eyes go wide, very confused as to why you’re flashing him in the middle of your living room. Slightly panicked because some of the blinds are open even though you guys live on one of the highest levels. He’ll tell you that you look gorgeous but politely pull your shirt down and drag you to the bedroom.

| Matt Rempe | Giggles and tells you how beautiful you are, he’s a very big fan of you and he makes sure to show you. He’s not sure what he did to deserve being flashed on a random afternoon but he’s making the absolute most out of it.

| Arber Xhekaj | Another confused man but he’s also honored because you’re gorgeous and you’re showing him one of his favorite things about you. He’s takes you to the bedroom and gets to work, laughs when you tell him you did it just to do it later in the day.

| Mackie Samoskevich | Blushes so damn hard, gets a little shy but he’s also very turned on. “What’s this for??” As he’s doing his best to remain seated and not rush for them like a madman.

[itsjusthockey]

Knight in Shining Armani - Juraj Slafkovsky

he's so boyfriend. Enjoy

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warnings: slightly suggestive?????

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You don’t smoke, not at all. You honestly don’t think you’ve ever even tried nicotine sober. However, in this very moment, you crave a cigarette, or something, anything, to distract you from the current hell you’re in.

You’ve always enjoyed charity galas with the team. They’re something to look forward to. They’re classy; they support a good cause, have great food, better drinks, and usually decent company. However, sometimes, at these events, you get unlucky, and tonight was one of those particular nights.

You’re seated at a lovely table with a few wives and girlfriends and directly next to a pretty blonde woman you’ve never met. She’s clad in a red dress, her lips painted to match, and she’s eyeing the room like a predator watching her prey.

You have to check yourself as you watch her a bit. You’re not one to throw judgment at someone you don’t know, but something about the way she’s watching the room sets your stomach a bit on edge.

The edge sets a bit deeper when you notice her stare lands on a familiar back, one you know all too well.

“Do you know who he is?” She suddenly asks you. “He’s insanely sexy.”

She points toward the center of the room, and you follow her stare back to your boyfriend. He’s standing tall in the center of the room, clad in an all-black ensemble that fits perfectly in all the correct places. He looks otherworldly as he smiles and throws his head back in laughter at something Arber says. He is absolutely gorgeous, and the fed woman beside you is right; he does look insanely sexy. However, you’re not particularly fond of anyone else in the world thinking that, but you

You must’ve stayed quiet for a bit too long because she raises an eyebrow and leans a bit closer to you, clearly waiting for an answer.

“That’s Juraj.” You finally say.

She hums and repeats his name softly to you, then leans in closer as if she’s going to tell you a secret.

“I came with someone else.” Her eyes dart back to your boyfriend. “But I wouldn’t mind finding myself under him at the end of the night.”

As she finishes her statement, she lets out a laugh, and you feel yourself grip your champagne glass tight. You shouldn’t be mad; you’re incredibly secure in your relationship, but that ugly feeling continues to grow.

“You don’t agree?” She asks.

You realize you’ve been silent, not offering her anything. You’re unsure how to approach this situation, but you also know you should shut it down.

“I do,” you smile toward her. “But he’s taken.”

A brief, annoyed look flashes over the women’s eyes. “By who?”

You throw on your sweetest smile and bat your lashes toward her.

“By me.”

The second that slips out of your mouth, her eyes widen in surprise, and then they shrink a bit, looking you up and down.

(Y/N).” You rip your eyes away from her hard stare and draw your attention toward a wife. “Your boy looks incredible tonight. Arbs said you picked out the suit? Gucci, was it?”

“Armani.” You state, glancing back toward your boyfriend, hoping he hears your telepathic plea to come save you.

A few of the other wives and girlfriends hum, signaling their approval of your masterful suit-picking skills, and you feel a rush of pride swell through you.

“Yes. He certainly looks dashing.” The blonde speaks up again, her eyes dragging up and down your boyfriend’s figure from behind.

You don’t think of yourself as a jealous person, but you’re not stupid. You don’t miss how she looks at the man you’re in love with. You also don’t miss the subtle lip bite in his direction and the slight glare she gives you. You resist the edge to roll your eyes. Instead, you take another sip of your drink and try to focus on any other conversation.

You’ve finally integrated yourself elsewhere when a hand gently taps your shoulder, causing you to jump slightly. You turn quickly to see Juraj’s gorgeous smile and bright eyes beaming down at you.

“Hello, beautiful.” He leans down to your ear, whispering. “Can I steal you away?”

You resist the urge to throw yourself into his arms and demand he take you home. Instead, you smile and nod, excusing yourself from the table with a smile. You begin to be swept away, Juraj's hand gently on your waist, when you throw one last look toward your table. The woman you’ve come to dislike slightly is staring hard, and you give her a slight smirk. You simply can’t help yourself.

Juraj leads you away from the crowd to a small, cozy corner. He quickly traps you between his body and the wall, gently brushing a strand of your hair out of your face.

“Are you having fun?” His eyes are genuinely curious as he asks.

“Yes.” You slightly lie. “But I’d be much happier if we were home in bed.”

He smiles a wide smile and gently brings his head down to meet your lips in a sweet kiss. It’s quick, and when you meet his eyes again, you see they’re filled with nothing but love and adoration.

“Are you tired?” He searches your face. “If you’d like to go to bed, we can leave. I’ve done all the required mingling.

You move your hands up to his lapels, gently smoothing them up and down and then gently patting his firm chest.

“When I said being at home in bed,” you shift your gaze up to his eyes with your best doe-eyed stare. “I didn’t mean actually sleeping.”

You see a million emotions shift through his eyes and face, and within a second, he places his lips on yours again, this time and a little more urgently. Your lips move in sync for a few seconds before he pulls away, grabbing your chin to meet his eyes again.

“Let’s say our goodbyes.” You notice his eyes are a few shades darker. “I’m taking you home.”

He leads you away from your secluded corner, dragging you to say your goodbyes. The farewells are short and sweet, everyone oblivious to how fast Juraj pulls you around. In mere minutes, you’re in the safety of your car, and you’re sitting in the passenger seat, admiring the man beside you. It’s honestly annoying how perfect he is. Even his side profile is envious, and with the passing city lights illuminating him wonderfully, it’s taking everything in you not to jump him.

He must notice this because he drives a little faster and places his hand on your thigh. You are nearly breathless as he gently smooths your skin under his touch, and even though your thoughts are far from pure, you can’t help but let your heart swell with love.

You finally arrive at his apartment, and you run for the elevator, hoping the ride is short. It is, and when you finally make it to his apartment, you almost want to die.

Juraj, however, is nothing but a patient man. As soon as you enter, he drops to his knees and gently taps your heel. You smile the sweet smile and lift your foot, watching in awe as he undoes the tiny buckle, pulls off the shoe, places a small kiss on your leg, and then moves on to the next one.

When he finally finishes your shoes, he gets up, moving you back to your earlier position, trapped between him and the wall. His eyes are blown a bit, and the smell of his cologne makes you more buzzed than any of the change you’ve had tonight.

You finally make your move, pulling off his suit jacket and throwing it far away from you. He smiles and picks you up effortlessly, his hand gently resting on your ass. He gives it a small squeeze as he leads you to the bedroom, tossing you on the bed as you shriek out with laughter.

Juraj is a patient man, but even he has his limits. When he climbs on top of you, watching as you undo his shirt buttons, he’s quick to lean down and begin pressing gentle kisses to your neck. He continues his assault when you finally finish the buttons, tugging his shirt. He pulls it off, and you almost gasp. He truly is sculpted by the gods, and you can’t help but stare.

“Are you too tired, my love?” He asks, knowing the answer.

You shake your head rapidly, pulling him down on top of you.

“Not in the slightest.”

[chukys-mouthguard]

Passenger Princess - part 1

meet the habs | part 2 - coming soon

1.6k words

featuring - arber xhekaj x female reader; featuring numerous canadiens players

genre - organized crime family au!

summary - arber and the habs are preparing for the biggest deal they’ve taken on. Burning the midst of their preparations, arber encounters his achilles heel brings everything into perspective

“Arber, can you zip me up please babe?”

You called out from the bathroom as you put the finishing touches on your outfit, Arber happy to oblige and assist you. He smiled as he saw you in the mirror, looking you up and down over and over. As if you still took his breath away even after all this time.

“You-“

He paused as he trailed kisses from your shoulder across your back, ending at the opposite side.

“look fucking beautiful baby.”

His palms slowly slid down your arms, the one on your left side stopping as it fell over your scar that was raised from the skin.

“Don’t worry, I have a shawl, just haven’t put it on yet.”

A soft smile fell over your lips, knowing Arber hated to see the scar on your arm as it reminded him of the day you’d met and how he’d been the one to hurt you. Still wishing he could take that day back. Though if he did, you might have never crossed his path.

It was a normal trade for Arber and The Habs, things were going according to plan. Until Cole was accused of wearing a wire and the men wanted to call things off. Guns were drawn, shots were fired, and had you known going for a run that morning would lead you to catching a stray bullet; you would’ve stayed home for sure.

Surely the men would’ve never thought that an innocent bystander would be in the area of the abandoned warehouse. But this area was one of your favorite routes to take for your morning runs. And as you jogged down the normal path past the open door of the larger factory building, you hadn’t heard the sounds of gunfire over the music filling your headphones. The pain was immediate as the bullet hit your arm, the shock interrupting your stride as you screamed in pain and fell to the ground. The last thing you remember was Arber appearing by your side before you passed out from the adrenaline and shock.

“No, it’s okay baby. No shawl tonight, I’m sorry that I’ve made you hide your scar for so long. I just, I hate seeing how I hurt you. I can never forgive myself for that day.”

As he zipped your dress, you turned to face him as you smoothed down the collar of his suit jacket. Stealing a kiss as you smiled at him.

“Yes, but imagine if that day didn’t happen, we might not be standing here together today.”

Arber always appreciated your optimism, never once holding the accident against him. Always telling him that it was fate or meant to bring the two of you together. Whether or not he believed you, he chose to agree despite how much he hated himself every day for ever putting you in harm's way. Whether or not he knew that risk was ever possible.

“I love you.”

“I love you too Arber.”

The drive to the restaurant was quiet, Arber deep in thought as he kept a hand resting on your thigh. You don’t always get to accompany him to dinners with potential dealers, but for the more important ones he opted to have you by his side. Sometimes the persuasion of an attractive girl helped to seal the deal, other times he just needed you to keep him calm.

Tonight’s dinner had the potential to solidify one of the biggest trades in Arber’s career. Juraj had found a connection overseas that was looking to bring a handful of luxury cars into Montreal. Arber was still new to the automotive trade, so Juraj’s connections were very important.

“Reservation for Slafkovsky.”

Arber took your hand as he led the way, following behind the hostess as she guided you to a private room in the back of the restaurant. Juraj and the rest of The Habs already seated and enjoying drinks while the men that were set to meet the group had yet to arrive. You took your place next to Arber, a hand resting on his thigh as he and Juraj began to discuss the game plan. You found it best to not get too invested into the conversation, preferring to know as little as possible, especially in the cases of the more dangerous dealers The Habs would be working with.

“Ahh gentleman!”

Juraj greeted the two men as they were escorted in by the hostess, each of The Habs taking a turn to introduce themselves. The two men each took your hand and bid you hello before they found their seats. Both of them continued to sneak glances as Juraj ordered a round of shots for the table.

The dinner was going as you would have expected. Lots of talk of the cars they’d be looking to import, the conditions of the trade, the boring side of things in your eyes.

“And what about this gorgeous young lady? Can we make her part of the deal?”

The men laughed, though Arber hardly even smirked. He hated when men looked at you or made suggestive comments. His hand gripped a little tighter at your thigh as you saw his jaw clench, trying to hold his composure as The Habs attempted to laugh off the comment.

“No sir, unfortunately she is not included.”

Juraj chimed in to try and lighten the mood, though it was clear that Arber was unhappy with the men and they could see it all over his face.

You tried to calm him down, whispering in his ear to get him to relax. Knowing that the last thing he needed was for these men to find a way to get under his skin. But little did you know it was far too late, and they’d seen everything they needed to see.

The night wrapped up with things in somewhat of a better mood. Arber calmed down enough to shake the hands of the men before they headed on their way, though he was ready to lose his mind on Juraj for bringing around anyone that would make comments about you like they had.

The drive back to the house was quiet, the rev of the engine all you heard as Arber kept a hand tight to your thigh. His thumb tracing circles over your skin as you gently ran your nails along his skin.

Once inside, he asked you to head upstairs and run a bath, as he and the guys needed to debrief from the dinner. You obliged, knowing it was best to not get in the middle of business, though it was written all over Arber’s face he was ready to unload on Juraj.

You’d opted for a shower versus a bath, tired from dinner and just wanting to climb into bed for the night. The shouting from the guys downstairs still occurring even after your lengthy rinse. You weren’t trying to eavesdrop but it was hard with the way Arber’s voice carried throughout the house. He mentioned something about Juraj not doing enough research on these men beforehand and the possibility of them being shady businessmen. Though you knew it had nothing to do with them being shady, but rather everything to do with the facts they made comments about you. It wasn’t the first time and certainly wouldn’t be the last, but you wondered why Arber would invite you if he didn’t want men to even look at you let alone make comments or jokes.

Soon enough you heard the arguing cease and the sounds of the men’s cars starting up outside, letting you know the men were heading out and Arber would be up to join you.

“Hey baby.”

He let out a sigh as he stood behind you while you finished up your skincare, his hands holding tight to your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder. Watching you through the mirror with a smile.

“You were a bit harsh don’t you think?”

Shooting him a playful glare, you watched as he hung his head embarrassed. Never wanting you to hear the way he yelled or got angry with the guys.

“Babe, you heard those guys tonight. You know I don’t like comments being made about you, I’m sorry I want to keep you safe.”

“From some comments? Baby, they were complimenting the fact that you have a hot girl on your arm. I didn’t take it personally, plus if you don’t want men making comments maybe you should’ve left me at home.”

You moved from Arber’s grip, discarding the throw pillows as you prepped the bed for you both to climb in.

“All I’m saying is, you didn’t need to be so harsh on Juraj. From what I heard at that dinner, this could be an amazing opportunity for you guys that could make you a shit ton of money. He worked really hard to make this deal possible for you guys. Who the fuck cares they made a comment about me? Just ignore it for the sake of making one of the highest paying deals in your life, okay?”

Arber climbed into bed next to you, stealing a kiss before pulling you into his chest.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. I just, I care about you so much. And hearing these random men make jokes or comments, it’s aggravating. Because I never want you being put in a bad position where anything could happen to you. And you’re right, I could maybe not be so harsh on the guys. I just want this to go off without a hitch. No one to get hurt, and we bring home the money.”

“Nothing is going to happen, you have an amazing group of guys and you are prepared for anything. Don’t worry about them, or me, okay?”

[toasttt11]

back to back

April 8, 2024

Octavia stayed in the hotel lobby waiting for her twin to pick her up to spend the night with Jack and Luke.

She got a text from Luke that he was here and she picked up her duffle bag and slipping her back pack onto her shoulders, she walked out of the front door smiling seeing Luke leaning against the car, she quickly walked over dropping her duffle bag onto the floor pulling Luke into a tight hug. Luke wrapped his arms around his twin sister tightly swaying slighty.

“Hi Win!” Luke smiled kissing the side of her head.

“Hi Lucky.” Octavia smiled relaxing into the hug, the two hugged goodbye other for a good few minutes before reluctantly letting go, Luke grabbed her and and set it in the back seat letting Octavia jump in the passenger seat.

The two chatted for the whole car ride to Luke and Jack’s apartment before they parked the car and headed up to the apartment.

Luke unlocked the apartment door letting them in seeing Nico and Jack on the couch watching a game, they both looked up hearing the door open.

Jack smiled and slowly jumped off the couch quickly walking over to them gently pulling Octavia into a hug having not seen her in almost two months, “Hi Moony.”

Octavia smiled very slightly hugging her brother back before pulling away, “Hey Rowdy. You’re not playing tomorrow?” Octavia questioned as she knew his shoulder has not been getting any better and has been waiting to have surgery, Luke said they were planning it soon.

“No, we’ve decided i’m heading out tomorrow to Colorado and the day after i’m getting the surgery.” Jack grimly told his sister, he hates that he missed playing against Quinn once and now would miss two games against his sister but he was glad he was finally going to get his shoulder fixed.

Octavia nodded and gently pulled him back into another hug before letting go and Octavia looked over waving softly at Nico, Nico smiled waving back.

“Alright she my twin.” Luke grumped throwing his arm over Octavia, Jack just fondly rolled his eyes knowing Luke has just missed his twin and wanted to spend time with her.

Luke led his two down the hallway to his room letting her put her bags down and Luke jumped onto his bed and patted the spot next to him, Octavia slid her shoes off and sat on the spot laying her head on Luke’s shoulder, as they began to talk about everything for the next hour.

Octavia felt her phone buzz and she pulled it out her pocket knowing she only gets notifications from certain people, she softly smiled seeing a text from Simon.

Luke smirked seeing the sappy look on her face and read the text rasing an eyebrow, “Oooooo!” Luke seemed to want Simon and Octavia to get together more now as he relized Simon is his teammate. Luke has also been teasing her more once he found out Simon was his teammate.

Octavia just rolled her eyes at her brother, “Really L-“She was cut off from Jack yelling there names.

Octavia and Luke shared a rolling eye look but walked out of his room to the living room and kitchen, Octavia saw Jack pulling out ingredients and saw chopped up vegetables on a cutting board, “Are you guys hungry?” Jack looked at his twin siblings, Nico having left a few minutes ago.

“Always.” Luke shrugged.

“It’s not broccoli is it.” Octavia smirked slightly towards Jack, who just stuck his middle finger at his sister making her snicker slightly, “Yeah i could eat.” Octavia nodded, sitting in the bar stool with Luke sliding in the seat next to her as Jack finished up dinner.

Octavia replied to Simon’s texts while Luke pulled out his phone.

A few minutes later Jack was done and the twins got up and plated the food, Jack made chicken rice bowls with different vegetables.

The three all started eating talking about anything, Octavia and Luke thanked Jack and cleaned up the plates and washed the dishes for him while Jack picked out a movie for them to watch for the rest of the night.

Jack looked over on the other side of the couch and couldn’t help but smile seeing the twins all cuddled up and fast asleep.

Jack felt terrible for them knowing how much the two have always hated being separated and he had a feeling that Octavia was having a harder time then Luke has been having, Octavia moving to new a city alone and away from her twin at least Luke moved in with Jack and had some family with him.

Jack knew Luke has been taking it terrible as many nights Jack will find Luke asleep with tears on his face and Luke seems to hate sharing a seat with anyone on the bus so use to always sitting with his twin and Jack noticed that Luke will look to his side a lot like he is expecting Octavia to be there. Jack hoped one day the twins would be able to be on the same team again.

April 9, 2024

Octavia hugged Jack tighter than she usally does, “It will go well.” Octavia mumbled reassuring knowing Jack is stressed about his surgery happening really soon.

“Thanks Moons.” Jack appreciated the comfort from his baby sister something she doesn’t give often.

Octavia stepped back and let Luke walk over and hug Jack tightly as well before they watched Jack pick up his duffle bag wave at them and head out of the apartment.

Jack was heading to Colorado for his shoulder surgery.

“Come on you have practice.” Octavia pushed Luke towards his shoes and they headed out of the apartment

Octavia didn’t have practice with her team but Luke did so she decided to join and sit in the stands.

“You’ll be okay?” Luke looked worried at his twin sister as they walked down the hallway towards the locker room.

“I’ll be fine Lucky.” Octavia softly reassured him and gently pushed him to his locker room and waved softly before continuing walking down the hallway until she got to the ice and she sat at the top of the seat section.

Octavia pulled out her headphones and sketchbook and started drawing while listening to her music.

She was so focused she did not realize the Devils were already on the ice and practicing until she felt a pair of eyes on her and she looked up seeing Simon staring at her with a soft smile.

Octavia waved and watched as Simon quickly waved back before Luke bumped into and he must of said something because Simon was suddenly bright red and Octavia smiled slighty seeing them interact.

Octavia stayed drawing until she saw the team getting off the ice having finished practice and heading back down the ice.

Octavia headed back to the locker room and leaned on a wall near the entrance to the room.

Simon was one of the first to come out of the locker room after practice and perked up seeing Octavia waiting outside the room he walked right over to her.

“Hi Octavia.” Simon soflty greeted smiling happily at her.

“Hi Si.” Octavia softly greeted back and willingly let him pull her into a soft hug, she held on a little tighter having missed Simon not that she would admit to anyone before reluctantly pulling away.

Luke walked out a few minutes after Simon and found Simon and Octavia chatting and both of them smiling as they looked at each other and standing pretty close to each other.

Luke couldn’t wait until they finally get together.

He walked over to them making them stop the conversation and turn to him.

“Bye Si.” Octavia mumbled and bit her lip and decided to lean up and press a gentle kiss to Simon’s cheek before quickly walking away with Luke following her.

Simon blinked owlishly blushing bright red as he brought his hand up to his cheek beaming as he watched her walk away.

The Maple Leafs beat the New Jersey Devils that night 5-2. Octavia had one goal and one assist.

April 11, 2024

Octavia and Luke have thoroughly enjoyed the last few days being able to spend quite a lot of time together, it was fun for them to spend a night together in both of their apartments.

Luke was actually kinda excited the season was ending for him because he would been able to spend more time with his sister, and if the Leafs get out of the playoffs Octavia told Luke she would join him at Worlds and Luke was really excited by that possibility.

The second game of the Devils and Leafs back to back games was alot closer than the first and the score let going back and forth.

Octavia turned around in the ice at the sound of whistle being blown and saw Max and Simon getting into a fight and she raised an eyebrow having not seen Simon drop his gloves yet, she let out a little chuckle as she had eye contact with Simon as he was guided to the penalty box and he just smirked at her.

Octavia shook her head pursing her lips not wanting to admit how hot that was, even if he did not fight that well.

Matthew scrunched up his nose in disgust seeing Octavia staring at her lover boy, something he never wanted to see.

Octavia had an amazing game getting two goals but it was not enough and the Leafs still lost 5-6 to the Devils.

Octavia and Luke saying goodbye this time wasn’t as sad as usual because they knew they would be seeing each other very soon and then would have the whole summer together.

[quintinh43]

Hey guys,

So idk if you've noticed, but I haven't posted a fic in a while. All writing ability has decided to leave my bones! So anyways, I'm attaching a prompt list for yall to request some blurbs! Hopefully, this helps me out of my writing slump! Players I write for will be in the tags. I'm currently working on a very important final paper for uni, but as soon as I'm done that, I'll be getting to this! So feel free to flood my inbox. It would bring me great joy 🫶🏼

The prompt list is here

Anyways,

Love Soph ♡

[creativewritersposts]

I'm back! I'd like to write again. I wrote a lot for Luke Hughes the last few months. If you have ideas/requests please let me know!! My request box is open.

✨ NHL ✨

- Nico Hischier

- Luke/Jack/Quinn Hughes

- Lukas Reichel

- JJ Peterka

- Connor Bedard

- Juraj Slavkovsky

- any other player you want ❗

- open for other celebrities/sports

✨RULES✨

- no hate. I'll never tolerate hate on my page again. If you don't like my work - leave this page alone. the rest will be blocked.

- no stress. I'll try my best to write fast but honestly never accept this pressure again. I promise not to ignore anyone with good ideas. Sometimes it just takes time.

- no incest requests. Just requests I feel comfortable with.

- feel free to send asks!!

[asunsetgrace16]

Will be in alphabetical order by last name

All credit to the original writers

These are some of my favourite fics, edits and other random things that I've found. Please give these amazing authors some love!

*smut

^ig edit

✧ 𝗔 𝗙𝗘𝗪 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗬 𝗙𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗣𝗘𝗢𝗣𝗟𝗘

@bedsyandco - adorable blurbs, cutest everything, mwah 😘

@lovesickhughes - absolute cutie, fellow Bedsy lover, my BOA rival bestie

@cupidbedsy - I have to brag a lil, Emma is amazing person and her writing is *chef's kiss* phenomenal. she's my chaotic bestie on here

@olliesoakberry - cutest headcanons EVER

@nhlclover - some of the best fics I've ever read, definitely didn't absolutely got me into the BC boys

@chukys-mouthguard - such a creative writer and super fun person

✧ 𝗙𝗜𝗖��

Mat Barzal

like something from the movies by @thewintersoldierdisaster

*Twisted in Bedsheets by @thewintersoldierdisaster

*we've come so far baby by @mendeshoney

Connor Bedard

^young stud by @marnerparty

Matt Boldy

belong to you by @nhlclover

Adam Fantilli

*Pent Up by @sc0tters

Luca Fantilli

missing you quietly by @bitchinbarzal

Jack Hughes

She's So Out of Reach by @theemporium

Vancouver by @bitchinbarzal

Luke Hughes

uh oh by @be4chywritez

Love Lost by @nhlclover

Love Earned by @nhlclover

Quinn Hughes

*thick thighs save lives by @scudevils

baby photos by @43-hugs

Just Give Me A Reason by @nhlclover

oh, my, my, my by @sweetteainthasummer

day by day, year after year by @43-hugs

Kent Johnson

Times You Were "Just Friends" by @drewsbuzzcut

Matthew Knies

Don't Chirp My Girl by @hockeybabe

Gabe Landeskog

a domestic evening by @drewsbuzzcut

Ryan Leonard

into you by @nhlclover

Nathan MacKinnon

Colorado (For the First Time) by @withwritersblock

The Fall of Home by @withwritersblock

monday morning by @matthewtkachuk

*Summers Back Home by @happer08

Fraser Minten

Always Been Yours by @lvrhughes

Owen Power

The Best Favour Yet by @sc0tters

Matt Rempe

at last by @mattrempe

Juraj Slafkovsky

Knight in Shining Armani by @itsjusthockey

Will Smith

Enemies With Benefits by @estapa-edwards

Trevor Zegras

The Morning After Always by @sweetestdesire

✧ 𝗩𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗢𝗦

TAKE MY HAND: National Hockey League 2023-24 by @ijustdontlikepeople

[lovings4turn]

୭ 🗝️ ✧ ˚. 🪩 you’re my painkiller . . . (j.s.)

— your boyfriend apparently has zero regard for his own wellbeing. you, on the other hand, seem to have enough concern for you both (1.6k words)

+ aka the classic ‘patching up your injured s/o’ trope. brief mentions of injury and blood but nothing serious

+ also my first time writing any sort of nhl work so pls don’t be too too harsh ! a special shoutout to my lovely @wintfleur for all of the support and for listening to my various ramblings n complaints about this fic😭

juraj regrets nothing.

even now, sitting in the penalty box with a bust lip, he couldn’t care less. not about the player that he was swinging at two seconds ago, nor about how well the small cut on his face is going to heal. shit happens, after all.

though, no.

maybe there’s one small thought gnawing away at him, sitting persistent at the front of his brain and demanding his attention. it’s the knowledge that you’re sitting at home and have definitely just watched the whole ordeal unfold.

fuck, he thinks, taking a drink and pushing his hair back. cold water brushes against his split lip and he winces slightly, breathing still laboured from the exertion of both his play and his onslaught of hits onto the opposing team. you’re a worrier by nature, and juraj’s sure that whatever close up of his face that they’ve displayed on the broadcast has done nothing to quell your concern.

scraps happen all the time in hockey. it’s a fact that you were well aware of long before you’d even started dating juraj, and it would be ridiculous to expect him to never get caught up in a bit of a scuffle. if anything, it should be assumed. but this doesn’t mean you have to like the thought of it, either. 

no one likes to see their partner roughed up and bleeding, no matter how good they may or may not have looked whilst getting into said fight. especially not when you have to wait another two hours or so to see them again.

two minds intertwined, both you and juraj desperately wish you could have attended the game tonight so the distance between you could be a little smaller. he would find a way, some method of conveying to you that he was completely okay, and worrying was the last thing you needed to do. the dickhead deserved it, after all.

sadly, things can’t always work out the way that juraj wishes, and now he has to deal with the consequences. it’s a painful rest of the game, and his drive home is even more laborious. how he will find a way to quell your worry, to assure you he was fine, and that if anything, this method of getting out a little extra aggression was pretty healthy depending on who you asked, is beyond him. luck and charm is all he has on his side. 

turns out, all of his planning and preparation isn’t needed.

he doesn’t even have the chance to get a word out before you’re rushing over to him, a surprise yet fond oof escaping his bitten lips as you bury your face into his sturdy chest. large calloused hands find their way to sit at your waist, the fabric of your hoodie hiking up slightly to grant juraj’s fingertips access to your skin.

he’s granted a tight hug before you’re pulling back far too soon for his liking, your warmth lingering against his chest and tunnelling through his skin to reach his heart. juraj’s thumbs stroke at the exposed strip of your waist as he awaits your next move.

in an effort to reach his face, you push up onto your toes and juraj automatically stabilises you by tightening his grip on your waist. cautious to not hurt him, you cup his jaw with a gentle hand, the dusting of faint hair familiar against your skin. your thumb barely ghosts over the dried crack of blood sitting on his bottom lip, a place you’d pressed countless kisses in the past now marred by a mark of frustration.

with your furrowed brows and pouty lips, you look downright adorable to juraj as you survey his scrapes, which are arguably nothing in his eyes. he’d be lying if he were to say he wasn’t enjoying the way you were fussing over him, and he was a little amused at just how concerned you were over a few little cuts.

finally, your observation comes to an end.

“you’re an idiot,” you surmise, clicking your tongue softly as you fail to hold back a smile.

the blunt nature of your words takes him aback, and he barks out a laugh.

“it’s not bad.”

his voice is thick, accent heavy, and it takes a lot of effort for you not to swoon.

“there’s blood.”

he holds his hand up, pinching his pointer finger and thumb close together. “little bit.”

“still blood.”

his eyes are locked onto yours, and though you want to do nothing more than kiss him silly, the thought of causing him any more pain or discomfort is out of the question. all you can do is stare at one another, hoping your expression can convey far more than touch or words.

eventually, your hand leaves his jaw, and juraj finds himself having to stop his face tilting, wanting to follow the caress of your palm, to chase the warmth it gives him. the longing doesn’t last long as your hand finds his own, squeezing it in a show of love.

he doesn’t think twice as you lead him into the bathroom. your hands are on your hips as you huff out a breath, squinting slightly in a laboured effort to remember where exactly you stored the haphazard medical kit that was invented for moments exactly like this.

luck is on your side, as your guess of rooting through the cabinet underneath the sink proves to be successful. your fingers swipe through various medical products, and you pluck out some plasters and antiseptic, hoping that they would do the job.

juraj stands behind you like a lost puppy, half amused and half concerned at the speed at which you’re moving. he truly doesn’t think his injuries are anything to dwell on, but the way that you’re acting prompts him to think twice.

oblivious to his hovering, you plant your palms firmly onto the cold marble of the bathroom counter before you push yourself up, your new height bonus granting you easier access to the scrapes on juraj’s face. you pat your thighs and give him a smile.

“come here then, let’s get you patched up.”

juraj doesn’t need to be told twice. in two long strides he’s standing between your split legs, hands finding purchase on your thighs as you take a minute to properly assess the damage done to your boy’s face. truly, it could be far worse - you’ve seen players lose teeth in the past, after all - but you think you’ve earned the right to be a little dramatic.

“this might sting,” you warn, beginning to pour some of the antiseptic liquid onto a cotton ball. the strong scent causes your nose to scrunch and juraj can’t help but to press a kiss to the wrinkled skin, a silent communication of consent.

it hurts like a bitch. you murmur apologies throughout, cursing and wincing with him as you dab at the area around the wounds in an attempt to clean up as much of the blood as possible. it’s impressive, how efficiently you work, considering you’re not exactly well versed in cleaning up wounds. 

“what even happened?” you ask. “whole thing happened out of nowhere, from what i saw.”

juraj drums his fingers against your thighs, jaw clenched slightly as he distracts himself from the harsh sting of the antiseptic liquid. your question gives him something to think about, to focus on.

“eh, nothing really. was frustrated, he chirped me. next thing i know, we are fighting.”

you can’t help but laugh at his nonchalance, and your smile reflects onto his own face, the sun lending light to the moon. the motion stretches the gash on his bottom lip and he hisses a little, letting out an indignant sound as you swat at his curious hand.

the plasters you purchased are far too big for the small cuts along his lip and cheek, so you’re forced to slim them down slightly with a pair of rapidly acquired nail scissors, tongue poking from the corner of your lips. you delicately press the bandages to his injuries, smoothing over the fabric with a level of caution reserved for fine china or glass. 

evaluating your half-assed medical job, you move to cup juraj’s face once more and relish in the way that he steps closer to you. a hand swipes at his cheekbone, and you tsk slightly as your knuckles graze the mottled skin in an act of sympathy. “that’s definitely gonna bruise love.”

“eh, it will make me look tough,” he jokes, puffing out his already large frame even further. it’s impressive, you have to admit.

“don’t want you looking tough,” you huff. “want you looking okay. no matter how good you look when y’roughing someone up.”

though you’re joking, juraj senses the underlying worry in your tone, your mind wandering to the threat of him stumbling through your doorway in a far worse condition. 

“i’ll be more careful.” a promise.

“what am i gonna do with you, hm?” you tease.

your hands come to rest around his broad shoulders, and juraj slides you off of the counter, hands coming to support your thighs as you wrap your legs around his waist. he carries you towards your bed like it’s nothing, laying you down gently before crawling next to you. he wastes no time in pulling you into his chest, your ear against his chest as the steady thrum of his heartbeat lulls you into a calmer state.

“for now? cuddle me. all i need.”

“i’d love nothing more.”

[86espresso]

ׂ╰┈➤ ✧.* hurt/comfort drabble fest !!

choose a prompt and one of the players below for a short blurb / drabble!! please be specific in naming if you choose a dialogue or action, and what number. example: “may I request action #3 for quinn hughes .”

who ill write for:

jack hughes

quinn hughes

luke hughes

nico hischier

connor bedard

andrei svechnikov

juraj slafkovsky

cole caufield

trevor zegras

alex turcotte

will smith

hi hi ! trying something. key word trying. im a whore for hurt/comfort. who doesn’t want a caring person to love them through thick and thin ❤️‍🩹. and what better time than october to feel bittersweet <3. requests open.

[prettytoxicrevolver]

hiii!! could i request 20 (dialogue) with juraj please? you’re such a talented writer!!! <3

thank you!!!! I hope I did this justice <3

You had a bad habit of buying too much candy that was never going to be all given away on Halloween. You knew every year you bought one to two more bags than need be and you always somehow ended up eating half a bag the night of Halloween. 

“Baby,” Juraj calls to you when you rip open what is probably your fifth mini candy bar of the night. 

“Maybe take a break from the candy?” he suggests and when you frown at him he throws his hands up in surrender. 

“Or don’t,” he says and you nod before popping the chocolatey goodness into your mouth. 

An hour later you’re laying on the ground, clutching your stomach and cursing yourself for not listening to your boyfriend sooner. Juraj comes into the room, pausing when he sees you laying on the carpet in front of the couch and tilts his head at you in confusion. 

“Kill me now and put me out of my sugar-fueled misery,” you groan, looking up at him. 

“I told you to slow down,” Juraj tsks from above and you throw a middle finger up at him making him laugh. 

“Come on,” he says, holding his hands out to you. 

You grab them and he helps haul you off the floor and you slump dramatically in his arms, pretending to be too weak to stand on your own. 

“I can't go on!” you yell dramatically, “Tell my cats I love them!”

Juraj holds you tighter as you fall further into his arms and you let out a small laugh when he sighs loudly but still hauls you up against him. 

“You’re ridiculous,” he says and you throw a hand over your eyes. 

“But you love me,” you singsong and even though he rolls his eyes there's a hint of a smile on his lips anyway. 

“Yeah yeah let’s go to bed before you throw up everywhere.” 

[wintfleur]

This one isn’t really an ask but I just the saw this notification bf prank on TikTok and I feel like Gwen would do this and Juraj would either be really confused or crashing out full on speeding to Gwen’s apartment

PLEASE 😭

I can just imagine in her bedroom just giggling as she waits for juraj to text her back, and cole is in the living room and he gets scared at the sudden loud knocks at their apartment door but he’s definitely relieved when he sees it’s just juraj!

gwen is definitely shocked when she sees juraj barging into her room, panting from running up the flights of stairs. She’d sit him down and explain it’s just a prank, feeling bad for making him so upset :(

please when gwen tells him it’s just a prank juraj would obviously be very relieved, but he would be so pouty and clingy, not letting go of her as they cuddle in her room ‘that was mean’ he’d say and she oils giggle thinking he’s the cutest, showering his face in a bunch of kisses

au m.list

[uluvjay]

Pretty boy- J. Slafkovsky

Juraj Slafkovsky x fem! Reader

In which Juraj has a hard time accepting compliments so you show him just how pretty he is

Warnings?; smut, oral sex (m receiving), hints to further sexual activity, cursing, kissing, mentions of insecurities, I apologized for any errors I missed!

“So pretty J.” You spoke as you kissed your way down his toned body, lips moving over his sculpted abdomen.

“N-no, m’ not pretty.” He gasped as your teeth nipped at his abs at his words.

“Yes you are, my pretty, pretty boy.” You praised eyes locking with his as you kissed over his happy trail, lips inches from his aching member.

He sucked in a deep breath, body quivering as you moved further down looking at him with nothing but pure hunger and love in your eyes.

His head dropped back as you pulled his boxers down this thick thighs, the thin material coming to hook around his ankles as his cock sprung free.

“Can I show you how pretty you are to me baby?” You asked.

He nodded silently, words stuck in his throat as he admired how gorgeous you looked sat between his spread thighs, his cock inches from your mouth.

You took his thick cock into your hand, pumping him a few times before relaxing your jaw and taking him as deep as you could, a gag echoing throughout the room as hit tip met the back of your throat.

“O-oh fuck.” He whimpered, his hands quickly tangling into your hair.

You ran your tongue along the underside of his shaft, tracing along the thick veins that traced along the skin. Bobbing your head you make your way back to his pulsing tip, trailing your tongue around in circles earning you a breathless cry from the brunette above you.

You moaned at the weight of him on your tongue, bobbing up and down you breathed through your nose as you took him deeper then before, his growing moans egging you on.

His large hands tugged on your hair as you moaned around his cock, the vibrations running up his length and through his body.

“Shi-I’m getting close.” He shivered, his thighs begging to shake as you sped up your movements.

You get sloppy then, your hand wrapping at the base of his cock bobbing your head up and down causing his cock to glisten with your spit.

Scraping your teeth against his sensitive skin gets him stuttering, his curses getting caught in his throat as his mouth dropped open in a silent cry.

Moaning as his cum fills your mouth you slow your movements, working him through the rest of his orgasm, basking in the way his thighs shook and abs clenched in pleasure.

Pulling off his drained cock with a ‘pop’ you smirked up at the spent boy, a flush of red covering his pale chest slowly working its way up to his thick neck.

“You’re going to be the death of me.” He spoke breathlessly as you stood to your feet and sat next to him.

“Told you I wanted to show you how pretty you are to me.” You smirked, reaching to tuck a piece of his slightly overgrown hair behind his ear.

“Yeah well now it’s my turn.” He smirked right back, kicking off his boxers before shoving you onto your back and crawling between your spread thighs.

“And I don’t plan on stopping until you’re sobbing.”

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