#arber xhekaj rpf

[swissboyhisch]

The Best Kinda Night

Pairing: Arber Xhekaj x Reader

Summary: Your first time watching Arber play and you get to see the rough side of his job.

Word Count: 1574

Warnings: fighting, mentions of sex related things

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Since meeting Arber at a club after a game one night, the two of you hit it off. The two of you spent the whole night on the dance floor together. Maybe getting a little too handsy in public. After a couple too many drinks, you found yourself waking up in his bed. Arber woke up while you were getting dressed once more, phone held between your shoulder and ear. He protested you leaving and asked you to breakfast. Citing that he was wanting more than a one night stand with such a pretty person.

It had been months since you had had your first date and you were yet to go watch Arber play. Until tonight that is. Tonight he had a game against Arizona at home and you had a glass side ticket. You pulled out the pair of jeans, hoodie and jersey you planned on wearing before jumping into the shower. After spending the afternoon pampering, you made sure you were ready early so you could leave for the stadium and take in the journey.

What he didn’t tell you was that Caitlin, the captain’s girlfriend, would be meeting you at the stadium and sitting next to you so you weren’t alone. Not that it would have bothered you. But he wanted you to have a friend within the team because he knew you were going to be around for a while.

“Hi! You’re Wi-Fi’s girlfriend, yeah?” A blonde greeted you a couple moments after you stepped into the club bar area.

“Uh hi?” You and Arber weren’t public yet so you were very confused as to why she asked you this. She was dressed similarly to you but wearing a jersey with a C patch. Suzuki if you’re correct. “Sorry, who are you?”

The girl smiles, “I’m Caitlin, Nick’s girlfriend. Arber thought it would be a good idea you weren’t sitting by yourself.”

“Oh, that’s exciting. Thanks for agreeing.”

The two of you grabbed a drink from the bar before taking a seat. There was still half an hour until the teams took to the ice for warm-ups. You got to know Caitlin while you two bonded over the drinks. The blonde even introduced you to a couple of the other girls who walked by on their way to their seats.

“Let’s go find our seats. We’re against the glass,” Caitlin suggests when you both had finished your drinks.

Following others through the stadium halls, you find your section and descend the stairs. You made sure to take pictures of everything. Taking in all the bright lights and experience. The two of you were at a perfect spot. Across from the bench and near the penalty box. Or as you like to call it, the sin bin.

“When did you and Arber meet?” The blonde asks.

“Uh, a year ago? Dating for about 7 months.”

“He’s kept you hidden from us!”

You chuckle at the girl’s reaction. “Yeah, we just wanted to get settled and comfortable in our relationship before telling everyone.”

The two of you got to know each other while waiting for the teams to take to the ice for pregame warm ups. At least the chairs were comfier than other stadiums you have been to in the past. You glanced around at the fans around you. People watching. A few Arber jerseys stood out to you. Some Caufield and Suzuki jerseys as well.

“Here they come,” Caitlin spoke up, pointing to the tunnel.

One by one the boys stepped onto the ice and did their laps. Arber came out and skated around, looking around at the fans. He spotted a fan sign with his name on it being held up by a boy no older than 6. Watching the fan interaction was one of the best parts. Arber played paper, scissors, rock with the kid before flicking a puck over the glass and posing for a picture.

“Look who’s skating this way,” Caitlin teases as she waves to Nick standing in front of the girls.

Arber skated towards Nick and bumped him. He then turned his attention to you. The Canadian boy had the biggest smile as he waved like a kid to you. Just like he did for the little boy, he waved the puck then tossed it over the glass. You caught the cold rubber and posed for a picture that Caitlin was more than happy to take for you. Before he skated away to continue warm ups, he put his into a fist as best as he could and put it against the glass. You copied his actions and did a fist bump through the glass.

The fist bump started when you two first started dating. You had always fist bumped your best friend as a goodbye since they weren’t the hugging type. With Arber, the first time you did it was when you were both laying on the couch after your second date. Both of you were to shy to cuddle at the time. But you randomly held out your fist to him. From there it’s a daily occurrence. When it came to games, it fitted into the pregame ritual. He would kiss you goodbye then a fist bump on the way out.

“I like the jersey,” He yelled before giving you a smirk and skating off with his captain to join Caufield not far away.

“He’s so in love with you,” Caitlin pointed out. “I’ve never seen him smile that much. That wide!”

Warm ups went quicker than you’d like and next thing you know the teams skate off again. Now the wait between warm ups and the start of the game. Caitlin grabbed a silver sharpie from her bag and thrusted it towards you.

“You have to write on the puck the date and first Canadiens game.”

You agreed and wrote it on the back of the puck. One to start a collection. Or add to Arber’s puck collection when you moved in together.

The game started and was going smoothly. Kinda. There was some tension building and by the 2nd period you could see that Kassian was aiming at Arber. Wanting to drop the gloves. It wasn’t until a checking incident that Arber decided he had had enough.

“Here we go,” You smirk as Arber and the Arizona player threw their gloves off and grabbed each other. As someone with combat sport training, a fight was entertaining. “Arber’s got this one.”

Kassian’s first punch knocked off Arber’s helmet but he was sure to retaliate with multiple blows, one after the other in quick succession. The Coyotes player dropped to his knees pretty quick, allowing Arber to get some good hits in. Kassian managed to stand up again but didn’t stay on his feet for long. With the coyotes’ jersey in his grasp, Arber took him to the ground. He threw one last punch before the refs managed to pull him off. You watched as your boyfriend smirked at the sight of the player on the ice before skating to the penalty box. He even waved his arms to hype up the crowd who were all cheering by. He looked towards you, a smirk on his face as he chewed on his mouthguard.

“Fucking hell,” you mutter, turned on more than you’d admit to anyone.

“Keep it in your pants,” Caitlin laughs after she hears your muttering.

Arber took his seat in the sin bin and side glanced at you. Another smirk appeared when he noticed the look on your face. He winked at you before turning back to the game.

“Welp I’m gonna have to buy new lingerie after tonight,” You joke (slightly) to Caitlin.

She laughed, understanding the feeling, “it’s the best kinda night after a good, tense game.”

The pair of you laugh before turning back to the game that was playing. The game soon came to an end with a win for the home team. Caitlin showed you down to the family room where people waited for the players to finish changing and the media tasks.

“I’ll introduce you to some of the other girls if you want?”

You shrug, “Sure why not.”

The captain’s partner took you around, introducing you to the older players’ partners. Meeting their kids who were running around the room as well. It definitely filled the waiting time because you feel arms wrap around your waist as you talked to Caitlin and Kirby Dach’s girlfriend.

“Hey,” you grin, turning to see a freshly showered Arber.

He pressed a kiss to your temple. You could see in his eyes what he was thinking about. “Hey baby.”

“I can’t believe you hid her from us!”

“Sorry girls,” he chuckles. “You’ll have her around more but I’m gonna steal her now.”

Caitlin smirks, “don’t break any furniture.”

You blushed but Arber smirked and dragged you away and out of the arena. When you reached his car, he pushed you against the door.

“God you look so good wearing my name on your back.”

You tangle your fingers in his damp hair. Pulling him closer. “Showing everyone who I’m with.”

That snapped the tension. Arber ducked his head and kissed you roughly. He hand slid up your back and cupped the back of your hand from hitting it on the car.

“Let’s take this to yours shall we?”

Arber grinned as he opened the passenger side door for you, “you’re in for a long night baby.”

TAG LIST

@findapenny @mp0625 @hischierhaze @11zegras @lvrzegras @francesfarhadi @cixrosie @dasiysthings @dancerbailey3 @puckmaidens @cole-mcward48 @sammiejane22

[adelphenium]

Hello beautiful artist who has spoiled this fandom completely in a matter of weeks.

If you ever drew arber xhekaj and juraj slafkovsky , I know a lot of ppl wouldn’t be mad at it 😏

Even if you don’t, just know your work and the amount you give back is still soooo appreciated 🩷🩷🥳🥳

hello and thank you for your lovely words!! i've been having such a nice time in hockey fandom space and it really motivates me to do more of what i love :,)

i must admit that i have 0 knowledge abt the habs, but i saw arber xhekaj and i just . his pure gender is so compelling......

tysm for the req! 💗💗

[hockeyboysimagines]

hi!! Can you do romance prompt for Arber #9 “However many years we have left, I want to spend them all with you.”

you write him so sweet🥹thanks in advance I can’t wait to read it!

Thanks for this anon! Enjoy🤍

“Hey babe? What do you want for your birthday this year?” Arber asked from behind the laptop. You would be turning 20 next month, thankfully on a weekend free of games and practices. It gave him a free and open 4 days to cram everything celebratory he could think of for his favorite girl. You deserved it and now that he knew how unserious you thought of your birthday, he wasn’t going to let you get away easy. He’s gasped and nearly had a hissy when he found out you didn’t celebrate and hadn’t for a long time, scoffing at the suggestion that you continue with that theme. “Uh. No.” He said holding up a hand to silence you “We’re celebrating your birthday.”

“Nothing.”

He rolled his eyes and shook his head “Come on. Don’t be like that. I can’t take you out at midnight, so you have to let me get you something or throw a party.”

You leaned around the doorframe from where you were folding laundry to smile mischievously “Even if I was old enough, you would take me out where? You barely make it past 8pm every night.”

You weren’t wrong.

It wasn’t uncommon for Arber to suggest watching a movie only for him to asleep within the first ten minutes of it. He still glared at you either way. You were always giving him shit for the gap between your ages, though it wasn’t huge. Arber however felt most days like he was 80 years old, and being held together with screws and tape. So while he was only 4 years older, the constant beating his body took made the gap seem wider.

“What are you saying?” He turned completely around.

“I’m saying there’s no way you’d be able to party till all hours. Midnight is way past your bedtime.”

His mouth fell open “What did you just say to me?”

“You heard me. Old man.”

You immediately regretted it because the ‘Old Man’ in question was out of his chair and across the room before you even had time to scream. In one swoop he had you airborne and then on the bed with a squeal with an “OOF.” As you landed and bounced.

“Take it back.” He said fingers digging in to your sides.

You screeched and started to kick“Never.”

An all out wrestling war had started and you were losing until you heard a loud crack.

He shot straight up eyes squeezing shut “Oh Jesus!” He yelled, chuckling as he held his lower back.

“Careful grandpa.” You gasped out as you started laughing “You don’t wanna slip a disk.”

“You-“ but you had already slid out from under him and made to run before he caught you again and pulled you down on top of him.

“Okay okay you win. You win. Oh god, I think I threw my back out.”

You started laughing and took a deep breath attempting to untangle yourself and sit upright to straddle him “So when you kick it are you gonna leave me all your stuff?”

He made a face and closed his eyes “You say the sweetest things to me.”

You gave a little giggle and reached a hand forward to rub his shoulders. He closed his eyes and groaned head falling to the side “Oh my gosh that feels fucking phenomenal.”

“Your pretty beat up here.” You said tracing a finger over the scar from his shoulder operation and the scattered bruises from the game yesterday “How many good years do you think you have left?” He smiled and let out a low chuckle, eyes still closed and rested a hand on either side of your hips.

“However many years I have left, I want to spend them all with you.” A bunch of tiny butterflies started flitting around in your stomach and you smiled very slowly as he peeked at you out of one eye “Pretty smooth eh?”

“For a guy who’s almost halfway to 50 it wasn’t bad.”

He gave your hips a squeeze “Just promise me one thing. If there’s ever a time when I can’t get it up put me out of my misery.”

You gave him a smack and then a kiss.

“Deal.”

[ryangravytrain]

Don't know abt the musical but love love loooove the novel. Tell me all your thoughts! Is it like Quinn=Darry, Jack=Sodapop, Luke=Ponyboy or different? And who are Dally and Johnny?

Omg the soundtrack for the musical came out last week and it's all I can listen to! Johnny and Ponyboy have two love songs that they sing to each other!!!

Anyways yesss, Quinn as Darry cause eldest child syndrome. Jack as Sodapop cause he's a flirt with hidden insecurities, and Luke as Ponyboy with his whole "there's got to be more to this world" ideas.

For Dally I would say an Arber Xhekaj, a tough guy with a tragic backstory and a heart of gold who just wants to survive.

As for Johnny, that's where I'm having trouble. We need a guy who is...for lack of a better word, pathetic. I was thinking maybe Kailer Yamamoto, a guy no one hates and is a bright light.

There's so many options!!! I've got to reread the novel, it's been a minute.

[avengedearth]

How is my docs gonna tell me Caufield is spelled wrong, but not even bother to underline Xhekaj?

[jimothystu]

2072 - Festive Disaster

Pairing: Arber Xhekaj x Juraj Slafkovsky (I haven't seen a ship name other than that) Prompt: making gingerbread houses together (+ hands being too big, based on this ask) Fic length: Dunno how many words, but it's just a short drabble Notes: hello, so I adore these two and uhh there's barely any fics for them, soooo here we are lol

Tag list: @zackcollins @lam-ila @staalsparkles / @seasonalwritingchallenges @jamiedryssdale @donttelltheelff (<3)

Arber woke up to an empty bed. He rolled onto his back, rubbed his eyes, then called out, "Slaf?"

He didn't get a response, which made him frown. He heaved himself out of bed and pulled on a pair of his boyfriend's sweatpants before walking out into the hall.

"Fuck." Juraj's huffy voice echoed from the dining room.

"You okay?" Arber asked, picking up the pace so the dining room and his boyfriend came into view. The sight before him made him laugh.

Sitting at the table was Juraj, fingers covered in white icing, a collapsed gingerbread house on the table before him. He looked up at Arber, eyes wide with frustration.

"Uh," Arber said, tilting his head to the side. "Whatcha doing, babe?"

Juraj frowned and looked back down to the gingerbread house. "Trying to make a house for the table."

A smirk tugged at Arber's lips. He crossed the room and stood next to his boyfriend. "Why?"

Juraj shrugged. "I thought it would make this place more festive."

Arber just blinked. "More festive?" he asked. "Because a fully decorated tree, decked out mantle, Christmas hand towels, and scented hand soap isn't festive enough?"

Juraj shrugged and looked down at his collapsed gingerbread house. "The tree and mantle are in the living room, and the hand towels and soap are in the bathroom. There's nothing here." He gestured vaguely to the dining room which, really, connected right into the living room. But Arber wasn't going to argue that little detail.

With a smirk, he took a seat next to his boyfriend. "Alright. So, you want more decorations?"

Juraj nodded. "My mother always went all out at our home."

Arber's smile shifted and he reached out to cup his boyfriend's cheek. Neither of them were going home for the holidays this year. They just didn't have the time and, selfishly, they wanted to spend their first Christmas as a couple together. "Whatever decorations you want to get, we'll get."

A smile tugged at Juraj's lips. "Can you help with this?"

Arber had to laugh because if Juraj couldn't put it together, Arber definitely wouldn't be able to. But he'd try. For him. "Sure, babe. How about we go out later to get more decorations, too?"

Juraj nodded. "Thank you."

Arber kissed his cheek. "Of course. Now, hand me the icing."

[timeacola]

fellow arberslaf sluts, come get y’all juice

[crosschecker]

Hello! Wrote some stuff, uhhh check it out if you feel like it! ‘Guard dog with a death wish’ by crosschecker on AO3😁

[ao3feed-hockey]

just a little bit (is what you need)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/PE3u9MT

by novembrs

Arber has always considered himself a decent kisser, having enough experience in this area to claim that. And with Juraj, who spent most of his life until this point focused on hockey, there was never a lot of experience to speak of. It’s only natural to expect him to improve his technique, but Juraj seems to be an exception to the rule.

Words: 4880, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of 2072

Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Juraj Slafkovsky, Arber Xhekaj

Relationships: Juraj Slafkovsky/Arber Xhekaj

Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, (maybe a little bit of plot if you squint), Porn with Feelings, (arber is a slut for slaf’s dick and he’s not afraid to admit it everyone clap), (slaf is a terrible kisser and arber loves it)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/PE3u9MT

[adelphenium]

Hi!!! I just wanted to say how much I love the pawkey series and was wondering if you could draw attack dog (or wolf 🤔) Arber Xhekaj! Sorry, I really can't come up with a canine related pun... word play isn't my strong suit 😅

As always I love love every single one of your drawings and if you don't feel like doing this no stress! 🩷

ooh, how 'bout arfur xhekaj! guard dog who's always ready 2 rumble :)⚡

[hockeyboysimagines]

Can you write smut prompt 10: “Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you.” With Arber?

also. Any chance we get something longer for him? Like a one shot or your usual 10 chapters?

My first Arber prompt and I’m SCREECHING. Thanks anon.

To answer your question yes, there will be a full 10 chapters for Arber coming soon…I hope. I have some other projects to finish up. Can’t justify posting something new right now. I hope you like this!

“Is it me? Am I the problem?”

Arber made a face and scoffed “What? No. Your boyfriend is an asshole that’s the problem.”

You let your head fall back on to the cushions of his sofa. Your relationship sucked, there was no other way to put it. It was a revolving door of arguments, storming out of the house, and returning to do it all over again. You had liked him once, but it was getting really old really quick and you had about had enough. Arber had been a saint, listening to you whine and moan constantly, but he always sided with you, and would have even if you’d been wrong. He had never liked your boyfriend, insisting he wasn’t good enough for you and that you should drop him on his ass.

He’d also offered to punch him.

“You need to start listening to me. I know what I’m talking about.” He tipped the beer bottle at you and then leaned back, brushing the hair off his forehead.

“I just don’t get it. Like what’s this guy want from me?” You stood and walked to the trash to throw your empty beer bottle away and glanced at him over your shoulder. He was watching you walk, eyes moving down your legs and back up before he met your eyes and cleared his throat.

“Beats me. He’s already dating out of his league. He could at least show his appreciation.” He mumbled.

“I-what?” You paused and turned to look at him confused, eyebrows knitting together.

He rolled his eyes and let out a small laugh “Oh come on. Don’t be coy. You know you’re hot.” You watched as he stood, eyes catching yours, as he rounded the couch.

“I mean I don’t but.” It was true. Your self esteem had never been overly high, and this mental manipulation had fucked you up over the last year. You had been gaslit into thinking you were the one in the wrong no matter how many people, Arber included, told you that you weren’t.

“That’s cuz that idiot you’re dating doesn’t tell you enough. If you were my girl I’d be showing you all the time.” He said taking a step forward.

“Oh yeah? How?” You felt a littler jitter of nerves ans butterflies as he moved slowly across the room, eyes on you like a cat stalking its prey.

“You deserve to be told all the great things about you. To be told you’re beautiful, and hot. To be told your ass looks phenomenal in those pants.” He was close to you now, enough that you could reach out to touch him. The butterflies were now bouncing around your insides and he knew it “Just tell me to stop if you want me to stop.” He reached a hand forward to push a lock of hair away from your face.

You shook your head, eyes moving to his mouth and back up before he pressed you up against the counter kissing you heavily.

It had been a long time since you were kissed like that, and it sent an immediate heat between your legs.

“You should always be kissed that way.” He said when he pulled away from you. His hands were resting low on your hips, breath hot on your face.

“What else?” You whispered, running a hand up his arm.

“You deserve great sex.”

In one swift movement he was carrying you out of his kitchen and into his room, yanking his shirt over his head and helping you out of your clothing. Your breath was heaving and you shivered in anticipation as he stepped out of his boxers and hovered over you, slotting himself in between your legs. He leaned forward, lips moving across your jaw before the moved down your neck.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you.” He said lowly against your ear, as he pushed inside. Everything about Arber was thick, muscle rolling under his skin as he moved above you, a thin sheen of sweat appearing on both of you. If you hadn’t been totally enthralled with what was happening you would have been smacking yourself in the face for going all this time without this. And then he was kissing you, tongue moving against yours in a way you had never felt before.

You had been missing out.

Arber very gently, but firmly wrapped one large hand around your neck squeezing slightly, splaying the other hand across your hip.

“Arber I-“

“Shhhhhh. Hang on-“

He pulled out suddenly and flipped you over, pulling your hips up to meet his before he pushed inside. You gasped and let out a tiny scream as he wrapped your hair around his hand and gave another rough thrust.

“Ohmygod.” He slid one hand across your lower back, and pushed in harder and faster each time. Your knees were aching and your body felt like it was on fire, but it felt fucking fantastic and you never wanted it to end.

But it did. And it ended with an earth shaking, swing from the chandeliers orgasm you never thought you’d have.

“Now that’s what you deserve.” He said breathlessly as he landed on the bed with a squeak next to you. You gave a breathy laugh and leaned forward to kiss him before you whispered “How about I show you what you deserve.”

[timeacola]

i’m completely normal about 2072 so i wrote another fic

[timeacola]

wrote a trans arber fic because i’m insane YEEHAW

[jimothystu]

rating: mature pairing: juraj slafkovsky/arber xhekaj summary: juraj just really wants to give arber a birthday blowjob

hello, hi, i wrote a 2072/xhekovsky fic for arber's birthday!! thank you so much @donttelltheelff for helping me with this <33

also, think i've decided my ship fics will just be posted on ao3, unless they're short drabbles or sth

tag list: @zackcollins @lam-ila @elvisparklewriting @jamiedryssdale

[jimothystu]

another end of season fic - this one for xhekovsky!!

[jimothystu]

hi i posted 2072 angst :) i also changed my ao3 user to xhekovsky bc these two have a chokehold on me :D

tag list: @zackcollins @donttelltheelff @elvisparklewriting @lam-ila @jamiedryssdale