#arber xhekaj

[zieisonline]

Yeah, I won’t be able to keep my whore thoughts away from this one…

The hands, the thighs, the tattoo, the spread. 👀

Respectfully speaking; that is my seat and he swapped that hat around and rode those shorts up just for me.

The size of those thighs is heavenly and he knew exactly what he was doing with that tattoo placement.

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Arber Xhekaj x Reader

Arber being a total slut for reader below 👇 (MDNI)

Warnings - afab!reader, reader described as being smaller than Arber, friends to more than friends, Arber is a slutty whore who likes to show off his body, slightly sub!Arber, no actual smut

It was game night at Cole’s house, a new monthly tradition he had insisted upon at the end of the season to keep everyone who was in the area together for at least one night a month.

You, being Cole’s oldest friend and having grown up with him practically attached to your hip your whole life, naturally was invited to these game nights. As a result, you have become increasingly familiar with crowd. From the somewhat reserved Kirby Dach, to the exact opposite Juraj Slavkofsky, and the charismatic Nick Suzuki. They all had their own charms and quirks, but had welcomed you into their world wholeheartedly. One more so than the others.

Arber Xhekaj has made it his sole mission to terrorize you, you are sure of it. From the moment you met back all those months ago, when Cole tried to introduce you and all you could do was let out a pathetic “nice to meet you” as Arber’s large hand enveloped your much smaller one, a knowing smirk planted on his extremely handsome face. To the many more awkward moments after that. The way he would always search you out after games and insist on giving you a hug even though your face turned beet red every time. Or the time you complimented his arrival outfit so he took it upon himself to start sending you photos of every outfit before he left to gauge your approval (regardless of the fact that you said he looked nice every time) occasionally going as far as sending his gym fits to you, tank tops and gym shorts that left very little to your imagination. To that one time he stayed over at Cole’s apartment and lounged around without a shirt on all day, resulting in you basically having a nervous breakdown at how intense his presence was and the effect he had over you after doing nothing at all. Although a small part of you felt as though he knew what he was doing.

Then there was tonight. Cole had raided the game closet and passed out a paddle to everyone, a thumbs up on one side and a thumbs down on the other side. The game was called “agree or disagree” and you would flip your paddle to either show you agreed or disagreed with the statements that would be said around the circle of friends.

The issue arose when it came time to sit in the circle of chairs, you had been too busy laughing along with Kirby to notice all six foot four and 240 pounds of solid man sitting directly across from you until it was too late.

He was dressed more casually than normal. A dark blue snap back sat backwards on his head, taming his hair out of his face, peaking out the back and over his neck. His facial hair had recently been trimmed and his golden chain could be barely seen glinting under the neckline of an his over sized Habs jersey. All the boys were wearing one as they had done media a few hours earlier. But none of them looked as good as he did. His broad chest and large arms disappeared under the free flowing fabric, but it wasn’t hard to picture the muscle there, the memories of the day he paraded around you shirtless easily jump to the front of your mind as you rake your eyes down to his hands that were currently fiddling with the game paddle. Even his hands were beautiful and large, making the paddle look like a toothpick, just another thing he could break. Your grip on your own paddle tightens as you dared a glance to his lap.

You actually think he may be trying to kill you. Seriously.

Men spread out when they sit, you see it all the time. But never has seeing a man’s legs made you feel this way before. You were practically drooling.

His legs were spread wide, probably wider than they needed to be in all honesty. His gray safety shorts just barely cover his mid thigh, snug on his quads, hugging them deliciously. Just barely peeking out from the bottom of his left short leg was a large tattoo. You could tell it was a tiger from the whiskers and your mind ran wild imaging how far up his thigh it went. And you couldn’t help but wonder if he had any other tattoos. Your hands twitched involuntarily and your face heated up at the mere thought of tracing the ink with your own finger. You let out a strangled breath as you finally took in the state of his athletic shorts. At this point they were doing very little. They had rode up his thighs. High. Bunched up practically to his hips. Your grip on your paddle was so tight you could feel the red indents forming in your palm.

As you forced your eyes to move away from the downright pornographic sight displayed in front of you, you felt a slight nudge from your left.

“You okay over there?” Nick asks, leaning in to get a good look at your flushed expression. You nod shakily.

“Y-yeah I’m okay.” You attempt to reassure both him and yourself, forcing your face to smile and direct your attention to Slaf who is preparing to make the first statement of the game.

“Okay! I’m starting so everyone pay attention!” He yells to the group, standing at the top of the circle. “My first statement is; the less tape on your stick, the better!” The group around you groans and almost every paddle has a red thumbs down facing out.

You try to pay attention, you really do. But your mind is currently in the gutter and there is about a hundred other things you would rather be doing than listening to a bunch of hockey players argue about their tape jobs.

That is, until you feel a teasing tap on your knee. Glancing up to see the culprit, now leaning over his lap, his paddle still resting on your leg, his gold chain now outside of his jersey, dangling in the space between you both.

“No passionate opinion on hockey tape y/n?” He asks teasingly, pointing his eyes to your paddle that you hadn’t even bothered to turn after Slaf’s statement.

Involuntarily, your body betrays you. His sudden proximity becomes too much and you find your own thighs pressing tightly together, your breath hitching in your throat as you glance into his eyes, and for a split second, you think he knows. He must have some strange superpower where he can identify exactly when a woman is having dirty thoughts about him.

“None in particular.” You breathe out, trying to regain your composure. He looks satisfied however, his grin growing as he playfully taps your knee again before straightening back into his chair, never bothering to take his eyes away from you.

The game continues around you. A muffled cloud of play surrounds your head, statements and disagreements being shouted out fill the room. Energy buzzes at a distance as you attempt to smile when you are suppose to and flip your paddle when others do.

Your attention snaps back into focus when the man across from you stands, you try not to notice as the motion makes his athletic shorts finally hang appropriately around his hips and thighs.

“My turn, and I say: the hottest thing a woman can do is take the lead.” He proudly showcases his green thumbs up and fist bumps Pezz before taking his seat again.

Low whistles are let out around you, and you can physically feel the heat creeping up your neck and onto your face. You hear Evans and Guhle arguing to your right and you take that as a perfect distraction to escape.

You leave so quickly you are still holding onto the stupid little paddle as you make your way outside. You attempt to collect yourself. Manually forcing yourself to breathe and you fling the paddle across the balcony, feeling yourself unravel entirely.

You knew you wouldn’t be alone long, you saw the way his eyes followed you out the door.

And just as your heart started to beat more regularly, the balcony door slid open.

“Hey look, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I was just trying to spice the statements up and -.” Before he could finish his rambling apology, your hands are on him. You reach up, tugging on his neck and resting your other hand on his cheek, guiding him down firmly onto your lips.

He tastes sweet, and he is quick to pull you close, squeezing your hips with his hands, sighing into the kiss as you feel the months long tension snap.

His mouth moves along yours, his facial hair grazing you softly, your fingers find his hair under the bill of his hat and you tug, drunk on him.

Eventually you both have to pull away for air, and your eyes are searching his face for any sign of regret.

“I’ve been waiting for you to do that for months.” He admits breathlessly, resting his forehead gently on yours.

Your eyebrows scrunch at his confession.

“You’ve been teasing me on purpose?” It all clicks in your head at once. The glances, the touches, those were his way of expressing interest, the outfit and occasional gym photos, the shirtlessness and slutty shorts were all his way of saying “come and get it.”

“Was just trying to look good for you is all.” He shrugged, a hazy look clouding his eyes as he glanced through his lashes down to you.

Your breath hitches for what feels like the hundredth time tonight.

“Yeah? Well you succeeded.” You hum, letting your hands travel down his neck, over his chest and linger delicately on his torso before stoping at his waist. You playfully snap his waistband and peck the his lips sweetly. “Let’s go back to my place so you can show me just how good you can be.”

“Yes ma’am.”

✨

First blurb so it probably sucks 😬 this was entirely self indulgent whoops 😅 I don’t even know if there are any others out here thirsting over this man but if there are! My ask box is always open ;)

[grebenkin]

[highdefinitions]

fuck it. here’s another updated version of the idiots list

[samgirard]

└ out here causing trouble | 3.8.25

[mattymartin]

↳ XHEKAJ & SLAFKOVSKY ENJOY SOME PIZZA | 2.7.25

[tysonhos]

TOO CUTE

[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]

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.

-

[theywantedplayer]

How They Would React If this happened

Based on this tiktok

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this is so ass guys im sorry

Mat

“Oh my god,” Mat laughed, kneeling down to check if you were okay.

He cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks. You had a hurt pout on your lips, but the rest of your face just looked... confused?.

“What the fuck was that for?” You glared at him as he brushed some of the hair out of your face.

“I know, I know,” he chuckled, trying (and failing) to hold back his amusement. “I was trying to slap your ass I didn’t think you’d fall before I even did it.”

“Stop laughing, Mat, you smacked me,” you whined, shoving him away with half-hearted effort. Truthfully, it didn’t even hurt that much, it was just the shock of it.

Mat pulled you into his chest, still trying to suppress his laughter. “I didn’t slap you!” he argued, though you could hear the grin in his voice. “It was an accident! Totally different! I was gonna slap your ass!”

“Whatever,” you mumbled into his hoodie.

“Let me see it,” he said, pulling back slightly.

You lifted your face to look up at him, and his smile instantly dropped. Your cheek was a little red, and your lip looked like it was stuck in a permanent pout.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m so sorry. I swear I didn’t mean to,” he said, his voice much softer now, looking you right in the eyes.

“You did mean to hit me, you literally said so!”

“Your ass! Your ass! I meant to slap your ass, not your beautiful face!”

“You’re an ass, Mat.”

Nico

He immediately knelt down in front of you, his face painted with worry as he looked over your face. His heart broke when he saw the welt already forming on your cheek, and the tears welling up in your eyes only made it worse.

“Shit, baby, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to,” he said, his voice full of regret.

You knew Nico would never hurt you on purpose, but you were so confused about what had just happened. You blinked a few times, trying to force the tears away, but they slipped down your cheeks anyway. The second he saw them, he pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly.

One hand rubbed soothing circles on your back, the other cradling the back of your head as his thumb stroked through your hair. “I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he whispered. “I was trying to slap your ass" he shook his head at himself, letting out a soft, breathy laugh, “then you fell mid-swing, I don’t even know how, but -fuck, I’m sorry.”

You pulled your face out of his chest, sniffling as you looked up at him. Your cheek throbbed, and from the way Nico’s expression twisted with guilt, you knew it must’ve looked bad. His brows furrowed, his jaw clenched, and he sighed heavily as his fingers gently ghosted over the mark on your skin.

“People are gonna think you hit me,” you laughed quietly, wiping at your face, trying to lighten the situation because you knew Nico was going to kick himself over this for weeks.

He gave a short, disbelieving shake of his head. “Yeah, you’re not coming to tomorrow’s game,” he declared. “Seriously, Y/N, I’m so sorry. I swear I didn’t mean to. I’d never, ever-”

“I know, Nico,” you cut him off softly, placing a hand on his chest to reassure him.

But every time he caught sight of the fading handprint on your face that week, his stomach twisted with guilt. He did anything you asked, making sure there was never a second where you forgot how sorry he was.

Arber

The second his hand made contact, you both froze.

Eyes wide, mouths slightly open, neither of you knew how to react. Shock? Confusion? Was it funny? Arber hadn’t even hit you that hard, just enough to make a decent slap sound.

You blinked at each other for a long second before he finally spoke.

“Your ass,” he stuttered, his voice almost panicked.

“What?” you asked, already half laughing at the situation.

“Your ass I meant to slap your ass, I swear,” he rushed to clarify, his eyes still blown wide like he couldn’t believe what just happened.

You started to get up, and Arber was immediately there to help, his big hands steadying you. The moment you were standing, his eyes darted across your face, scanning for any sign of a welt or a red mark. Your cheek was slightly flushed from the impact, but it was nothing serious, but there was still a mark.

“Ice?” he asked shortly, his voice tight.

You knew Arber got short with his words when he felt bad about something. It was his way of dealing with guilt, shutting down a little, trying to fix things fast.

You shook your head. “I’m okay.”

“I’m sorry,” he said quickly, shaking his head, like he needed you to really believe it. “I swear I didn’t mean to. I know I’m like that on the ice, but never—never—would I bring that shit home to you.” His voice was firm, his brows drawn together like he was already beating himself up over it.

“I know, I know,” you reassured him. “It just shocked me, that’s all.”

His shoulders slumped in relief, and before you could say anything else, he pulled you into a tight hug, wrapping his arms around you like he needed to physically hold onto you to make up for it. He pressed a lingering kiss to the top of your head, mumbling soft, repeated sorrys against your hair.

Jamie

It was like Jamie's world around him froze, his eyes were wide and his body still frozen, and he swore his heart actually broke when you looked up at him holding your now red cheek. Then suddenly, he was quick on his feet, and in a flash, he knelt down in front of you, pulling you into him as he rambled out apologies.

“Oh my god, I'm so sorry, holy shit, Y/N, I didn't mean to,” he rambled. “I was gonna slap your ass, then you fell, and I missed, and I don't even know how that happened. Are you okay? You're okay, right?”

You couldn't even get a word in from all his ramblings. Your cheek was just hot from the impact, not hurting too bad. For you, it all just happened so fast. You were just kneeling down to grab something, then you felt your boyfriend’s hand collide with your face. You looked up at him, and Jamie's face was painted with worry and guilt as he looked at your slightly reddened cheek.

“I'm okay, I'm okay,” you told him.

“I swear I didn't mean to!” he told you, shaking his head, scared you wouldn't believe him.

“I know, Jamie, I know you would never.”

“Do you need anything?” he asked, looking over at the kitchen for a moment. “An ice pack, water, heat pack?” He scrambled to think of things.

“No, no, I'm okay, Jams,” you reassured, shaking your head slightly, smiling at his worriedness.

For the rest of the day, like clockwork, Jamie would ask you every hour if you needed anything, clearly still feeling guilty about it.

[snapbackslide]

Xhekaj drops Rempe | 25.01.19

[celbrini]

[ARBER] during the game against the panthers 28.12.2024

[slafgoalskybaby]

Bf supporting his bf wrongs and rights ( 👊)

[highdefinitions]

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

the matt boldy cannot swim propaganda lives on..

the updated updated updated list

[samgirard]

└ 465 lb d'affection

[cornerihaunt]

i want to make his life miserable. i want his evening to be painful. what i give him must be stronger than what he gives.

[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