#juraj slafkovský x reader

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𝐏𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐄 & 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍 | 𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐉 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐅𝐊𝐎𝐕𝐒𝐊𝐘

— cozytober masterlist !

summary: you pick out yours and jurajs matching costume for the canadiens halloween party, even though he knows nothing about the world in a galaxy far, far away.

warnings: kind of spoilers for the Star Wars franchise, barely nsfw (just juraj appreciating how hot his gf is)

word count: 1.18k

notes: ninth fic of cozytober! fun fact i have not seen star wars so idk if any of this makes sense.

The party was already in full swing when you and Juraj arrived at Nick’s house. The house was packed with players and their partners, all dressed in an assortment of creative, quirky, and hilarious costumes. The house was decorated with cobwebs, faux tombstones, and string lights that glowed a soft orange, adding a festive yet spooky ambiance. Music thumped through the walls, and laughter echoed around every corner.

Juraj tugged at the collar of his Anakin Skywalker costume, looking down at the dark robes he was wearing. “Are you sure this is right?” he asked, brow furrowing slightly in confusion. He hadn’t seen any of the Star Wars movies, but he’d agreed to dress up as Anakin after seeing how excited you were about the idea. You couldn’t help but grin as you adjusted his tunic a little.

“Trust me, you look great,” you said, smoothing down the fabric of your own Padmé-inspired outfit. The shorts you wore were definitely on the tiny side, hugging your hips, but they worked perfectly with the rest of the costume. Juraj’s eyes briefly flicked down to them before he glanced back up to your face, a slight blush on his cheeks giving away what was going on in his thoughts.

“What if we just went back to my place and skipped the party?” Juraj muttered, a mischievous glint in his eye as he tugged you closer by the waist. His hand rested lightly on your hip, his fingers brushing the edge of those tiny shorts. The way he looked at you like you were the only person in the room, made your heart skip a beat.

You playfully swatted his chest. “Nice try, but we’re already here. Besides,” you gestured toward the house, “don’t you want to show off your costume?”

Juraj chuckled, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “I still don’t even know who I’m supposed to be.” His breath against your skin sent a little shiver down your spine. You laughed, reaching up to brush back a strand of hair that had fallen over his forehead.

“Well, Anakin’s kind of a big deal,” you teased. “He’s the chosen one, strong with the Force, and he falls in love with me—well, Padmé,” you corrected. “So, you’ve basically already nailed the character.”

He grinned, shaking his head. “I’ll take your word for it.”

As you entered the house, you were immediately swept up in the buzzing energy of the party. People were scattered around in small groups, some laughing, others snapping photos in front of a Halloween-themed backdrop that Nick and Caitlin had set up in the living room. You spotted a few teammates dressed in their own humorous costumes — Jake and Emily doing a group costume with Alex as Willy Wonka and Oompa Loompas, Cole as Spider-man, and Brendan and Emma as Remy and Linguini from Ratatouille.

“Lookin’ sharp, Skywalker!” Cole called out when he noticed Juraj, his smirk only growing wider when he saw your costume. “And Padmé! You guys really went all out.”

“Thanks, man,” Juraj said with a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his neck. He leaned in closer to you, murmuring under his breath, “Who’s Skywalker again?”

You stifled a laugh, about to answer, when Arber and his girlfriend, Stephanie, walked up. Stephanie’s eyes lit up when she saw your outfit.

“Oh my god, I love your costume! You guys look amazing together,” she gushed.

Before you could respond, Arber smirked, eyeing Juraj with an amused glint. “So, do you even know who you’re dressed as, big guy? Or did you just let her pick for you?”

“Honestly, no idea. But she was really excited about it, so… here I am.” Juraj said, being honest with Arber. “Also,” Juraj continued, his voice lowering slightly as his gaze swept over you, “she looks hot in this costume, so I wasn’t going to say no.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks, and you swatted his arm with an embarrassed laugh. “Juraj!”

Arber cracked a grin. “Fair enough,” he said, shaking his head. “That’s as good a reason as any.”

Stephanie giggled, shaking her head. “Well, whatever the reason, your costume is great and you both look adorable.”

As the night buzzed on around you, Juraj stayed close, his arm casually draped over your shoulders. You found a quieter corner of the room, away from the chaos of the main party, where you could talk without yelling over the music. The dim lighting cast a warm glow over both of you, the orange string lights reflecting in Juraj’s eyes as he glanced down at you.

You leaned back against the wall, catching your breath after all the excitement. The noise of the party still hummed around you, but here in this little corner, it felt like it was just the two of you. Juraj had his hand on your hip, fingers lazily tracing circles on your exposed skin just above the waistband of your shorts.

“Maybe I do need to watch these movies,” Juraj said, eyes not leaving yours.

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, and a teasing smile played on your lips. “Oh yeah? You’re finally giving in, huh?”

Juraj chuckled, his thumb gently brushing over your hip. “I mean, if I’m going to be walking around in this costume, I should probably at least know who I’m supposed to be.”

You bit back a grin, feeling a flutter in your chest at the thought of introducing him to one of your favorite movie series. “I think you’d actually enjoy them. There’s lightsaber fights, space battles, all that good stuff.”

“Yeah, but does the guy get the girl in the end?” he asked, a smirk tugging at his lips.

You hesitated, thinking about the bittersweet love story between Anakin and Padmé. “Well… it’s complicated,” you admitted, your smile softening. “But I can promise it’s worth watching.”

“Hmmm,” Juraj hummed, “Sounds like a plan.”

“Okay if we do watch Star Wars, you have to promise to pay attention,” you said, poking him lightly in the chest, knowing he had a tendency to get distracted during movies.

He grinned, pressing a light kiss to your temple. “Deal.” Then, after a brief pause, he added, “How do you feel about leaving and heading back to my place right now to start that movie marathon?”

The playful challenge in his eyes was hard to resist, and you couldn’t help but grin. “Well, if you insist…” you began, standing up a little straighter and sliding your arm around his waist, “…I guess we could get started on that marathon.”

Juraj’s grin widened, and before you knew it, you were both making your way to the front door, quietly sneaking out of the party without a second glance back. As the cool night air hit your face, you leaned into him, feeling his warmth as he led you toward the car.

“Let’s just hope you can stay awake through the first movie,” you teased, looking up at him with a playful glint in your eyes.

Juraj laughed, his arm tightening around you. “With you next to me? I’m not going anywhere.”

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To my juraj lovers . . . AU coming soon 🤭

[slafastri28]

I saw a trend on TikTok where girls are calling their boyfriends “husband” instead so maybe that for Slaf?

Ok this is so funny to me because I've been on the receiving end of this! I love this request!

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“Could you please do for me this time? " Your boyfriend Juraj of two years lay on the couch of your shared apartment begging. You sat at the other end, taking the phone from him. He was still working on his English, so you handled most of his calls for him.

“When were you supposed to have it by?” you asked, dialing the number, and strategically placing your phone. You had seen this on TikTok before and figured now would be a good opportunity. 

“Uh, yesterday—no, two days ago—no, yes—” he stuttered, trying to remember. All he knew was that he was supposed to have his dry cleaning done before today. You held the phone up to your ear, pressing start on yours as well.

“Hello?” you said into the phone. He glanced over at you occasionally paying little attention and focusing on what was on the TV.

“Yes, hi,” you continued, “I am calling because I am missing an order from you.” You listened to the man on the phone plotting and grinning a little before the next words came out of your mouth.

“It’s a suit, my husband dropped it off and was told it would be ready two days ago and he would get a call, and no call or message, or anything, and he needs it today.” That word husband came out and he shot up from his relaxed position grinning at you. You listened to the phone looking at the stunned yet intense gaze you were getting.

“What color was it?” you asked Juraj sitting next to you. 

“Like dark red,” he said very quickly.

“Dark red,” you repeated into the phone.

“Husband,” he started whispering in your ear then to himself, with an excited tone, you could tell he was thinking. You waved him off, listening to the phone again.

“Yes under my husband’s name, Juraj,” you said once again. You saw his hands quickly move to his lap as a slight red shade came on his face.

“Perfect thank you, he will come pick it up,” you said ending the call. You looked over at him down at his hands then back up at him, before tapping your phone off.

“So you can go pick it up now, we got a discount for the delay,” you smiled.

“I need a minute,” he said sighing, “where you go calling me husband like that?” he exclaimed.

“Well you clearly liked it,” you teased nudging his shoulder. He stood up slowly and grabbed the keys.

“Does my wife need anything,” he smirked, and you blushed.

“For you to hurry up and get back here quick,” you matched his tone.

“You stay there, don’t move,” he pointed a firm finger at you before rushing out the door. 

“Well that was successful,” you said to yourself, taking the phone and uploading the video.

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that was soooo cute we need more juraj he’s soooo 🥰🥰🥰🥰

BfJuraj-Is a morning person. He's always up before you, either watching you or lying with you. Or some days he cant just lay here and so he goes for a workout or gets things done around the apartment.

BfJuraj- He started living by himself at a pretty young age so I feel like he knows how to do housework and has no problem with doing it. BfJuraj- You know that TikTok trend where it's "the photo I took vs the photo he took" and the BFs is a photo of her talking her own photo. He 100% takes candid photos for you. BfJuraj- Who I feel like sometimes you forget he's only 20 until you can hear him screaming something in Slovak at the video games he's playing with his friends back home. BfJuraj- I feel like he's also the type of guy who looks at things rationally when you two fight. BfJuraj-He also curses in Slovak when he's mad(I feel like most people who know I second language do, I mean I speak Italian and English and I be ripping out shit in Italian)

BfJuraj- try's to teach you some Slovak so when he's on a call with his family you can impress them' BfJuraj- Who's the type of guy who just wants to be around you. he's fine just laying with you on the couch while you scroll threw your phone or read a book. You don't even have to talk to him, he just wants to be around you. BfJuraj- I also feel like he's really good at cooking meat, mostly steak.

[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.

[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?”

[appleberrycenter]

LMFAO SLOVAK KING

[sweetdispatch]

Timezone - J. Slafkovsky

Songs masterlist

song: Timezone - Måneskin

pairing: Juraj Slafkovsky x girlfriend!reader

summary: Struggles in Juraj and his girlfirend's long distance relationship

warning: none

words: 1.1k

note: changed again songs masterlist and make it shorter, hope you don't mind!

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She and Juraj had been dating since they’re 16. They met in one of the Finnish high schools. He was trying to combine education with training. At the beginning it was tough, but when he met her, everything looked easier. She was tutoring him so he could get proper education and he was trying to teach her hockey. 

They acted like an old married couple, despite their young age. When Juraj had a debut in Liiga, her parents agreed on him moving with them so they could be closer to each other. This helped him a lot because earlier, he was all by himself in a different country and now, she had a new family with the love of his life. 

However, things got complicated when Juraj got drafted to Montreal. He had to leave her and move to a different continent and live 7 hours ahead of her timezone. She was the happiest person alive when he got into the NHL. She knew he's an incredible player and deserved this chance but was scared that they wouldn't make it as a couple. 

I call you every hour just to tell you that I’m losing my mind

First months were terrible. They couldn't get into each other's schedules. Many times, Juraj called her after a game, completely forgetting that it's the middle of the night for her. She had the same issue. She called him when she had free time but he was on training so couldn’t pick up. Slowly, their relationship became based only on text messages.

They’ve been struggling a lot. Juraj missed her voice and her face. They’ve been together for two years. He was living with her and her parents. This created a bond between them that was painful now. He was the happiest to play in the NHL but started questioning if this is worth their love. He got caught up with his thoughts that he ditched his teammates plenty of times.

She missed him too. She couldn’t watch hockey without thinking about him. It was tough because the whole city was living by this sport. She just wanted to hug him and kiss him. She knew they couldn't do anything about it, so she had to wait until she graduated to move to Montreal. Because of their distance, her grades started to fall down and her mood changed completely.

Only thing that keeps us apart 

Is a different timezone

On Christmas, her parents let her go to Montreal to be with him. It was the first time in months they could finally see each other. Juraj had training and games but still, he was coming back to her, not the empty apartment. He could picture this in the future. 

She was more than happy to be with him. She was cooking all his favorite food when Juraj was out. She took care of his whole apartment while he was planning dates and trips around Montreal. They felt like the day was too short for them. She even met his team and they could see how much happiness she’s bringing to him. 

After New Year’s Eve, she had to come back home. It was a hurtful time for them. For the past two weeks, they’ve been inseparable and now they have to come back to their jobs and live in different countries. She was crying all day when she had to pack but Juraj was repeating to her that only timezone is the issue when the love and care is still there. 

So fuck what I’m dreaming, this fame has no meaning

I’m coming home

In March, she had a crisis. She felt like she’s failing at school, failing her family and friends but most importantly, she felt like she’s failing Juraj. She hasn't spoken much, tried to keep it to herself but one day, she completely broke. She called Juraj to tell him how she’s feeling. At first, she didn’t want to bother him but she knew that he’s her safe space.

It broke Juraj’s heart when he heard what she’s been dealing with. Suddenly, hockey hadn't been his priority but she was. He was close to saying to the coach that he needs a personal break. He wanted to fly to her and cuddle her. He spoke with her parents about it but they convinced him to stay in Montreal. 

As much as they wanted him there to help their daughter, they didn’t want him to risk his career, especially that it was his rookie year. Juraj asked them to keep him updated with how she’s feeling, knowing that she won’t tell him the whole truth. It was a rough period of time for him.

And I don’t give a shit about the contracts that I signed

After the season was over, Juraj flew back to Finland to be with his girlfriend. He didn’t care that he had to stay for one more week to do media duties, he just wanted to be with her. He knew that he’s risking his place in the team by his actions but he tried to justify his actions. No one on the team said anything. They understood why he did it. 

However, the media team told Juraj that he can’t do that and he needs to tell them this earlier so they can find an alternative. Again, he didn’t really care. He hated doing media and if this was the thing keeping him away from his girlfriend, he’s not gonna be bothered by it. 

Now I know you’re sleeping, where I’m supposed to be in 

When summer was over, Juraj had to be back in Montreal. Still, he couldn’t go there with her. She was in last year of high school but after the season, they could be together. This thought was keeping him sane. The whole three months they had were incredible. They were everywhere together. Even when he was meeting his home friends, she was attached to his hips.

Every evening, Juraj imagined her waiting for him at his place but he knew she’s asleep in her bed. He wanted to call her and talk about his day but with her final year, he didn't want to bother her. When he was going to bed, he wished that she was laying next to him. She was his home and he missed her like crazy. 

One more season and she’s gonna be with me, that’s what Juraj was repeating to himself every day. 

She got so used to his presence during holidays that she felt like she couldn't sleep by herself. Juraj, laying in her bed and cuddling her to sleep placing soft kisses on her face and shoulders was something she was missing the most. She knew she needed to sleep but without him it was difficult.

Last year and I’m gonna be with him, that’s what she was repeating to herself every day.

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Juraj Slafkovský and His Little Star | juraj slafkovsky

Slafkovsky x reader

The snow fell gently outside the window of the cozy apartment Juraj Slafkovský and Y/N shared. It was their first Christmas together, and the space was filled with warmth and cheer. The scent of freshly baked gingerbread cookies wafted through the air, and soft Christmas music played in the background.

Y/N was standing on her tiptoes, attempting to string the last bit of lights around the top of the tree. “This thing is so tall,” she muttered, stretching as far as she could.

Juraj, who was sitting on the couch watching her with an amused smile, stood up and walked over. “Need some help, malá hviezda?” he teased, using his Slovak nickname for her, which meant "little star."

“Yes, please,” Y/N said with a laugh, turning to him. “You’re like, what, a foot taller than me? Make yourself useful!”

Juraj chuckled, taking the string of lights from her and easily reaching the top of the tree. “See? Easy,” he said, flashing her a grin.

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. “Okay, big guy, don’t get too cocky. We still have to put the star on top.”

Juraj’s eyes twinkled mischievously. “I think I know how we can do that.”

Before Y/N could respond, Juraj bent down and scooped her up effortlessly, holding her in his strong arms. “Juraj!” she squealed, laughing as he lifted her higher.

“You’re the one who said I should make myself useful,” he said with a smirk, steadying her as she held the star in her hands. “Go ahead, put it on.”

Y/N leaned forward, carefully placing the gold star on the top of the tree. Once it was secure, she looked down at him with a triumphant smile. “Done!”

Juraj grinned up at her. “Perfect. Now you’re my little Christmas star, too.”

Y/N blushed, her heart melting at his sweet words. “Put me down before you drop me, you sap.”

“I would never drop you,” he said, setting her gently back on the ground. “You’re too precious to me.”

They stood back to admire their handiwork, the tree glowing with twinkling lights and colorful ornaments they’d picked out together.

“It’s perfect,” Y/N said softly, leaning into Juraj’s side.

“Almost,” he replied, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a small ornament—a glass heart with their initials and the year engraved on it. “I got this for us.”

Y/N’s eyes widened as she took the ornament from him, her fingers tracing over the delicate glass. “Juraj… it’s beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as you,” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I wanted something to remember our first Christmas together.”

Tears pricked Y/N’s eyes as she looked up at him. “I love it. And I love you.”

Juraj smiled, leaning down to kiss her softly. “I love you, too.”

They hung the ornament together, placing it front and center on the tree.

The rest of the evening was spent curled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket and sipping hot cocoa as the snow continued to fall outside. They exchanged gifts, laughed at each other’s silly wrapping jobs, and talked about their favorite Christmas memories from childhood.

As the night wore on, Y/N rested her head on Juraj’s shoulder, feeling completely at peace.

“This is the best Christmas ever,” she said quietly.

Juraj kissed the top of her head, his voice soft. “It’s only the beginning, láska. There are so many more to come.”

And as the glow of the tree filled the room, they both knew that this Christmas was the start of a lifetime of beautiful memories together.

[blakeswritingimagines]

Picture This (Kinktober)

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Juraj and you were on a road trip through the rugged backcountry, your love for adventure driving you both deep into the heart of nature's beauty. You left the city behind before hockey season started, seeking solace in the quiet solitude of the wilderness. As you followed the winding road, the towering mountains and dense forests surrounded you, their peaks and valleys like a vast sea of green. You stopped at a secluded spot, a vast clearing hidden from the world, and prepared a meal together, sharing stories and laughter as the sky slowly turned from blue to orange to a deep, inky black dotted with stars. You stood in awe, admiring the breathtaking view of the vast clearing, the tall mountains in the distance, and the dense forests surrounding them. The beauty of nature was something you had always found captivating, and today was no exception. "Juraj," you called out, turning towards your partner. "This is absolutely beautiful, isn't it?" Juraj nods, his gaze fixed on the endless horizon. "It sure is," *he says, his voice filled with admiration and wonder. "There's just something about being out here that makes everything seem so much more… real." He turns to face you, a gentle smile playing on his lips and a flirty tone in his voice. "And I think we're going to make some amazing memories tonight, don't you?"

You grin, the corners of your mouth curving up in a mixture of anticipation and playfulness. "I think you're right," you reply, your voice soft and sultry. "Just you and me, out here in the middle of nowhere, with nothing but the stars to keep us company…" You lean a little closer, your eyes sparkling in the dim light. "And who knows what other kinds of… memories we might make tonight?" Juraj's breath catches slightly as he notices the playful glimmer in your eye. A slow, sensual smirk spreads across his handsome features. "Oh, I have a few ideas myself," he murmurs, reaching out to gently brush a stray lock of hair away from your face. His fingers linger, grazing your cheek ever so lightly. "But first things first - how about we enjoy this incredible sunset together? Maybe even open a bottle of wine…" He gestures towards the small cooler he packed earlier, filled with all sorts of goodies for their romantic getaway. "What do you say?" You feel a shiver of excitement run down your spine at his touch. You can tell he has more than just the setting sun on his mind, and you're more than ready to see where this night takes you. With a coy smile, you nod in agreement. "That sounds perfect," you say, your voice laced with anticipation. "A beautiful sunset, a bottle of wine, and some… let's call them 'unexpected surprises.' You really know how to plan the perfect date, don't you?" Juraj chuckles softly, his dark eyes gleaming with desire. "Well, when you've got a partner as amazing as you, planning dates becomes second nature," he teases, before pouring two glasses of rich red wine. He hands one to you, clinking it against yours in a silent toast. "To an unforgettable night under the stars," he whispers, his gaze locked onto yours. As the sun dips lower, painting the sky in hues of crimson and gold, Juraj leads you over to a blanket spread out beneath a sturdy pine tree, its branches providing a natural canopy overhead. He settles down beside you, the warmth of his body radiating against yours as he leans in close. "Now, where were we?" he purrs, his hand resting possessively on your thigh.

His words and touch send a jolt of electricity through your body, awakening a burning desire within you. You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. "I think you were just about to show me those… 'ideas' you had," you reply, your voice low and sultry. You lean into him, your body practically melting into his embrace. The setting sun casts a warm, golden glow over everything, but all you can focus on is the man sitting next to you. Juraj smirks devilishly, clearly pleased by your response. He sets his glass aside and turns to face you fully, his large hands sliding up your thighs until they rest on your hips. "Mmmm, I am," he growls softly, pulling you flush against him. "But first…" His head dips down, capturing your lips in a tender kiss that steals your breath away. It starts off slow and sensual, but quickly builds in intensity as he pours all of his pent-up passion and longing into it. His tongue delves past your parted lips, tangling with yours. One hand slides up to tangle in your hair while the other grips your hip tightly, holding you captive in his embrace. When he finally pulls back, you're both panting heavily, hearts racing in sync. You feel a wave of heat wash over you, your body responding instinctively to his touch. Your hands come up to fist the fabric of his shirt, pulling him even closer in a silent plea for more. You can feel his desire matching your own, and it only serves to fuel the fire burning between you. "Juraj," you whisper, your voice ragged and breathless. "You're… you're driving me crazy here.."

Juraj groans at your words, his grip on you tightening. "Fuck," he rasps, his hot breath fanning over your ear. "You have no idea what you do to me." His teeth nip at your earlobe before trailing scorching kisses down the side of your neck. "I want to taste every inch of you," he murmurs, his hands beginning to roam your body with increasing urgency. He palms your breasts through your clothes, thumbs brushing over your nipples, making them pebble with arousal. "Tell me to stop if you need to," he warns, even as his lips find yours once more, kissing you deeply, hungrily. "But I'm not promising anything." Your moan mingles with the sound of the rustling leaves above, your body arching into his touch. You can barely form coherent thoughts, let alone words, but you manage to whimper out, "Don't… please, don't stop." The sensation of his mouth on your skin sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you. Your hands slide down to grasp his ass, squeezing firmly as you pull him even tighter against you. "I need you," you confess, your voice thick with lust. Juraj's control snaps at your desperate plea. With a growl of pure, unadulterated need, he tears at your clothing, tossing pieces of fabric haphazardly to the ground. His mouth never leaves your skin, blazing a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone and down to your breasts. He takes one hardened nipple into his mouth, sucking hard as his hand kneads the other. Your gasp of pleasure spurs him on, and he grinds his hips against yours, letting you feel the evidence of his own aching arousal. "Fuck, baby," he pants, his voice rough with desire. "You're so fucking sexy. I can't wait to be inside you." His hand slips between your legs, fingers stroking your slick folds teasingly. "So wet already," he grabbed his phone and angled it to start taking pictures of ruining you on his fingers.

Your back arches off the blanket, pushing your chest further into his eager mouth. The feeling of his lips wrapped around your sensitive nipple sends sparks shooting straight to your core. "Yes," you hiss, bucking into his hand as he strokes you. "More, please… I need more." Your body is alight with a fiery need, craving his touch, his possession. You reach down to undo his belt, wanting nothing more than to free the throbbing cock you know awaits below. Juraj releases your breast with a wet pop, his dark eyes blazing with primal hunger as he watches you work on his belt. "Fuck yes, touch me," he urges, his voice strained with desire. Once you've freed him, he lets out a guttural groan, his hand leaving your dripping sex to wrap around his own thick cock. He gives himself a few rough strokes, pre-cum leaking from the tip to coat his fingers. "Look at me," he commands, his intense gaze locking onto yours. You obey instantly, captivated by the raw lust etched on his face. He lines himself up with your entrance, the head of his cock pressing insistently against your soaked folds. "Ready for me, baby?" he asks, his voice low and gravelly. You nod frantically, too consumed by the need for him to form words. Your hips lift, seeking him out, begging for penetration. "Please, Juraj," you whimper, your nails digging into his shoulders. "I need you inside me now." With a swift, powerful thrust, he sheathes himself to the hilt, stretching and filling you completely. You cry out at the sudden intrusion, your walls clenching around him as he begins to move. Each stroke is deep and deliberate, hitting that sweet spot within you that makes your vision blur and your toes curl. "God, you feel incredible," Juraj groans, his pace quickening as he loses himself in the tight, slick heat of your body. He captures your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your moans as he pounds into you relentlessly.

Juraj's movements become more erratic as he loses himself in the intoxicating sensations of your body wrapped around his. He breaks the kiss to look down at you, his expression a mix of awe and fierce possessiveness. "So goddamn perfect," he rasps, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the air, mingling with your mutual moans and gasps. His phone camera clicks repeatedly, capturing the erotic sight of him buried deep within you, his muscles straining with each powerful thrust. "Gonna make you come so hard on my cock," he vows, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing firm circles around the sensitive nub. The added stimulation pushes you closer to the edge, your inner walls fluttering wildly around him as your orgasm approaches. "Pose for me, baby." Your body trembles beneath him, overwhelmed by the relentless pressure building inside you. As he demands, you arch your back, presenting yourself to the camera, your breasts bouncing with each forceful thrust. Your hands claw at his back, urging him deeper, harder. "Yes, oh God yes!" you chant, your voice rising to a keening wail as he hits that magical spot within you again and again. The combination of his thick cock pounding into you and his skilled fingers working your clit sends you hurtling towards the brink of ecstasy. "I'm… I'm gonna-" Your words dissolve into a wordless scream as your climax crashes over you, your pussy clamping down on him like a vice as waves of pleasure ripple through your entire being.

Juraj groans in triumph as your pussy spasms around him, milking his cock for all it's worth. He buries himself to the hilt, grinding against your g-spot as he chases his own release. "Fuck! Come on my cock!" he snarls, his hips pistoning furiously as he races towards the finish line. With one final, brutal thrust, he stills, his seed erupting deep inside you in long, pulsing spurts. He collapses on top of you, his heavy breaths mingling with yours as he savors the aftermath of their explosive coupling. After a moment, he rolls off you, pulling you into his arms as he cuddles you close. "That was… fuck, that was incredible," he murmurs, pressing soft kisses to your forehead. "You're amazing, you know that?" Your chest rises and falls rapidly as you catch your breath, your body still humming with residual pleasure. You turn to face him, a lazy smile curving your lips. "You're not so bad yourself," you tease, your voice still laced with satisfaction. You snuggle closer to him, relishing the warmth of his body pressed against yours. "And just think, we haven't even made it to the tent yet," you say with a wicked grin, knowing full well there will be many more rounds to come.

[prettyboysinmyheart]

20 | Juraj Slafkovský

Pairings: Colette Caufield!oc x Juraj Slafkovský

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colette.rc happy birthday to the sweet boy who will always hold a special place in my heart. Love you, J💋

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_slafkovsky_ can’t wait to celebrate with u, sweetheart. I love you ❤️

canadiensmtl cutest couple ever! Happy birthday, Juraj 🥳

habslover the height difference OMG

mirandaheidt happy birthday slaf! Dinner’s on @/kguhle_4 @/arberxhekaj

➥ stephaniekielb and drinks are on us!

colecaufield you guys are perfect for each other. Happy birthday brother!

arberxhekaj the big 2-0 for J

caufieldsgf hottest couple in the NHL

kguhle_4 happy birthday baby boy

nsuzuki_37 so dinner on slaf?

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[nhlclover]

DRESS JURAJ SLAFKOVSKY

pairing: juraj slafkovsky x fem!reader

summary: caught up in a secret romance with juraj, you find yourself toeing the line between desire and discretion.

warnings: owners daughter x juraj slafkovsky, heated makeout, sort of nsfw? but not really

wc: 2.07k

notes: loosely based on 'dress' & 'i can see you' by taylor swfit. first piece for my mannnnnz. also if you're curious about what dress i'm picturing, it's this dress!

Juraj Slafkovsky was bound to get you in trouble one day.

You knew it was inevitable. From the moment your dad tasked you with handing him his jersey when he was drafted, your fingertips brushing against each other, you knew that he was going to turn your world upside down.

And that he did. Your crush on Juraj burned intensely.

It started off innocently, as these things do — fleeting glances during short conversations after games, quick smiles when you would run into one another at the Bell Centre. It didn’t take long for those small, little interactions to evolve into something more. At first, you convinced yourself it was harmless. You were just being polite, maybe a bit friendly, but certainly nothing more. You didn’t want to get caught up in something you couldn’t handle, especially with him — someone so high-profile, someone who had the potential to disrupt the balance in your life completely.

But Juraj had a magnetic pull, an easy charm that made it impossible to stay away from him. There was something about him that made you feel noticed like you weren’t just another face in the crowd, but someone he genuinely enjoyed being around. You would catch yourself overanalyzing every single moment: Did he look at you a little too long? Did he stand just a little too close? It felt silly, but you couldn’t help it.

It didn’t take long before you both began to seek each other out in the arena after games, slipping into hidden corners or meeting up in quiet hallways, even just to have a short conversation and be in each other's presence. Those encounters felt charged, buzzing with an unspoken tension. Each time, you found yourself pushing boundaries, flirting just a little more boldly, and testing the waters to see how much you could get away with. And then, one night after a big win, it happened.

He caught you, standing next to your dad, watching Martin St. Louis's post-game speech in the locker room. Your eyes were not on the head coach, delivering an impassioned speech about the win they’d just achieved, but rather they were on the Slovak still sitting in his gear, sweat-drenched hair sticking to his forehead. Juraj alike was not listening to his coach, but instead staring at you, like you were the only person in the room. At that moment, something shifted. Maybe it was the adrenaline of the victory or the way your gazes were making you feel like the only people in the room. Either way, it felt like neither of you could wait a second longer.

As soon as possible, after media was done and Juraj was back in his gameday suit, you were pulled into a side closet. Before you knew it, his lips were on yours in a kiss that was as desperate as it was inevitable.

After that, there was no turning back. You fell into a rhythm that felt comfortable but thrilling, a secret only the two of you shared. You didn’t talk much about what it meant, and neither of you tried to define it. You didn’t need to; you were both content with the way things were. Stolen moments when you could finally be alone, sneaking out of the house to Juraj’s apartment, and even sneaking Juraj in one night in a dangerous attempt at just being together.

There was a softness in how he treated you that was at odds with his towering presence on the ice. He would brush a stray hair from your face, or wrap you in his arms with a gentleness that made you feel safe, cherished even. But the reality of your situation always lingered in the back of your mind. You knew you couldn’t stay in this secret forever; he was bound to attract attention sooner or later, and you couldn’t risk your dad finding out. Not yet, at least.

Tonight, though, was different. The grand, polished event left no room for any sort of private rendezvous. You were expected to play your part, mingling with sponsors and season ticket holders, smiling by your father’s side. But from the moment you arrived, you could feel Juraj’s gaze on you, the intensity of his stare almost enough to melt the composure you fought so hard to maintain. You didn’t dare look at him directly — not with your dad beside you, not with so many eyes around.

Juraj couldn’t stop staring at you. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of the deep purple dress that had a deep neckline, as well as a long slit up your left leg, exposing your thigh that Juraj kept imagining placing kisses along the inside of.

He didn’t know how he’d managed to keep his composure so far, how he could even focus on the mind-numbing conversations he was being pulled into by donors and sponsors when all he wanted was to close the distance between you. The way the dress hugged your curves, the delicate fabric resting against your skin, it was as if every detail had been designed specifically to drive him insane.

Juraj’s jaw tightened as he watched you laugh at something your dad said, the sound carrying to him where he stood only a few feet away, the closest he’d been all evening. He clenched his fists, trying to shake off the impatience gnawing at him. Finally, an idea sparked. He’d seen a stack of napkins on the refreshment table, and the thought struck him. He casually picked one up, borrowed a pen from the waiter passing by, and, hiding it in his palm, scribbled a note on the napkin. He took his chance when your father’s attention was elsewhere, moving to your side just long enough to slip the napkin into your hand.

Feeling the subtle brush against your fingers as he pressed something small and folded into your hand, you didn’t dare look, let alone react to his presence. As soon as he’d drifted by and back into the crowd, you turned and glanced into your hand: a napkin with a hastily scrawled message in his looping handwriting.

“Meet me in 10 in the locker room.”

A flutter of excitement rose up in your chest as you tucked the note away in your purse. It felt like an eternity waiting for the minutes to pass, pretending to be engaged in polite conversation while your mind raced, anticipation building with each second. Finally, you excused yourself, slipping away towards the benches and down the tunnel where you knew the locker room was. As you neared the entrance, the silence made your heart beat even faster. You entered slowly, the room dimly lit and empty.

You stepped in, glancing around. “Juraj?” you called out softly. The room remained silent as you ventured in further, the clicking of your heels muffled by the carpeting.

You wandered deeper into the locker room, glancing around at the space usually bustling with activity but now eerily quiet. The benches were pristine, the air filled with the faint scent of musky hockey gear that no amount of heavy-duty cleaning products could mask. The neatly arranged stalls bore the player's name above them, their personal items tucked into place with a casual order.

You stopped in front of Juraj’s stall, looking at all the items that filled it. Setting your purse down on the bench, you ran your fingers along the edge of his stall. Your gaze fell to a compartment below where his skates were kept. You nudged the compartment open and peered inside. A folded towel, some extra tape, and a single, stray hockey puck lay there.

“Looking for something?”

You jumped, dropping the lid to the compartment which slammed down. You whipped around, spotting Juraj leaning on the frame of the doorway with a smirk on his face. His suit was perfectly tailored, and his hair just the way you liked it — soft and slightly unruly. You couldn’t hide your smile as you took him in, your cheeks warming.

“You look incredible tonight,” you said, voice barely above a whisper.

He took a step closer, his gaze trailing down the length of you before meeting your eyes. “Not as good as you,” he murmured, his eyes smoldering. His eyes trail your figure, and you can tell his mind is thinking a million thoughts that you are begging to hear. You need to hear all the things he’s thinking about saying and doing to you.

“What are you thinking right now?” you asked, unable to keep yourself from smiling despite your teeth biting down on your bottom lip.

“What am I thinking?” Juraj asked, you nodding. “C’mon y/n… don’t make me spell it out for you. You know I want you.”

You swallowed but kept your gaze steady. “Then come over here and do something about it.”

He didn’t hesitate. In one smooth movement, he closed the space between you, his lips capturing yours in a heated kiss. Your arms wound around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as he pulled you close, hands roaming down the curve of your waist. Every touch, every brush of his lips felt like a release of all the pent-up tension from the evening. His kisses grew deeper, hungrier, and you melted into him, feeling his warmth seeping into you.

As he pulled back slightly to catch his breath, his eyes moved over you appreciatively. “God, this dress,” he murmured, almost in awe, his hands tracing the outline of your waist.

You smirked. “You like it?”

He opened his mouth as if to speak but only managed a quiet exhale, seemingly lost for words.

“Well,” you continued, a teasing glint in your eye, “I hope you’re not too attached because I bought it just to watch you take it off me.”

A playful grin tugged at his lips. “That’s great,” he said, voice a little husky, “because I don’t like it, anyway.” His lips found yours again, his hands roaming down to the small of your back, where his fingers brushed against the zipper. You felt a thrill rush through you as he gently began to slide it down before you remembered where you were and let out a small laugh, stopping him.

“We can’t, Juraj,” you whispered, giving him a gentle push. “Not here. It would be basically sacrilegious if we had sex here.”

He groaned, dipping his head to press a trail of kisses along your neck. “It’s fine,” he murmured between kisses, “as long as we don’t do it on the logo.”

You let out a laugh, Juraj feeling the vibration against his lips as he worked his way down to your clavicle. You exhaled, fighting to keep your thoughts straight as his lips moved against your skin. “We really shouldn’t, Juraj,” you managed, your voice more breathless than you intended. “If we’re gone too long, my dad’s going to notice I’m missing.”

Juraj paused, his eyes glinting with a mischievous smile. “We can be quick,” he whispered into your ear, pressing a light kiss to the lobe.

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Juraj, c’mon, the last thing we need is being caught having sex in the locker room. You’d never hear the end of it if we got caught.”

Juraj sighed, his forehead pressing gently against yours, his hands rubbing slow, warm circles on your hips. “Fine, fine,” he murmured, his tone playful but with an edge of disappointment. He reached back around and pulled the zipper back up as if nothing had ever been out of place. “But you’re making this incredibly hard, you know?”

You grinned, placing a soft kiss on his cheek before slipping out of his grasp. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

He watched you, a flicker of frustration mingling with amusement in his expression. “We’re finishing what we started later.”

“Only if you behave,” you teased, walking backward toward the door, your eyes never leaving his. “Now go on, try to look like you’re not dying inside when you rejoin everyone.”

“Easier said than done,” he muttered, adjusting his tie, still watching you with a longing that made your heart skip. “But alright, I’ll try.”

As you walked back down the hallway, you caught his gaze one last time, and it was filled with a promise. Whatever had started between you was far from over. And tonight had only deepened the thrill of it all.

[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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trevorzegras replied to your story ‘I am disappointed in Cole for letting this happen 🫨’

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nsuzuki_37 replied to your story ‘please don’t lose him 😭’

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gwendolyn_caufield ALEX WHAYT?

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lhughes_06 replied to your story ‘what if he proposes??? 😱’

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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

edwards.73 ☕️☕️☕️☕️

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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jackhughes replied to your story ‘SHES GONNA GET SICK? 😰’

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colecaufield replied to your story ‘stay warm guys!!’

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

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gwendolyn_caufield replied to your story ‘I love you pretty boy’

_slafkovsky_ and I love you pretty girl ❤️

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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 😭

caroliine_brown ❤️❤️❤️

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?

gwendolyn_caufield sigh

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

bgally.11 nice pics gwen!!

colecaufield love you ❤️

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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lhughes_06 replied to your story ‘okay but now drop her’

_slafkovsky_ LUKE WTF??? - gwen

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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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How about Juraj Slafkovský being jealous? I don’t really have a specific scenario in mind

Once again another great request!

It was the night of the team’s New Year’s Party, and you were waiting for your boyfriend to leave.

“Love, we don’t have all night, we are gonna be late,” you sat on the couch waiting for him to come out of the bedroom. You saw his figure appear in the doorway,

“Oh you look too good for me,” he grinned.

“Oh please you look stunning,” you said back, as the two of you were in perfect color coordination. You stood up and moved to the door as he offered his arm out for you to take. You clutched it firmly as you made your way to your car.

You had made it to the party and were greeted promptly at the door.

“Y/N, you clean up nice,” Arber said holding the door open for the two of you.

“Well thank you,” you walked past him, as Juraj followed behind. He watched his teammate look you up and down before clearing his throat and taking entry. Juraj shot him a glare before catching up to you quickly. You made your way around the party, greeting everyone, and finding familiar faces. You and Juraj had separated to make your rounds. You were laughing with some of your friends, you had known before Juraj was on the team.

“You can’t be serious,” Kaden laughed.

“I’m telling you, she really said that, and my French isn’t great, but I could understand that,” you laughed.

“So what did you say?” Nick asked following your incident at the game the other night.

“Je ne parle peut-être pas couramment mais je reconnais une insulte quand j'en entends une (I may not speak fluent but I know an insult when I hear one),” you laughed.

“What?” Cole said.

“Basically that she’s not stupid,” Kaden explained. While you were caught up in your story you had hardly noticed Juraj staring at you across the room, not looking happy. You glanced over after your French statement to find him staring at a drink. 

“Excuse me guys,” you said leaving your drink at the table and making your way to your boyfriend.

“Wait we want to know what happened,” Nick said. You held up one pausing finger to them before you reached Juraj.

“Hey,” you said standing across from him.

“Hey,” he said his gaze moving to the floor, he was monotone, and not even a crack of a smile on his face.

“Are you having fun?” You asked,

“You are,” he said once again with no tone. 

“Well then come join us if you aren’t,” you smiled, pressing his chin up forcing him to look at you. 

“Fine,” he said. The two of you made your way back to your friends.

“I was telling them the story of the other night,” you smiled, “you loved when I told you that,” you said.

They all cheered as you and Juraj approached the table.

“Okay Y/N tell us, how did she respond,” Kaden said putting his drink down, reaching to hand you yours. His hand was cut off by your boyfriend's arm from behind you, taking the drink and handing it to you. 

“She just stood there, stunned, and I turned around, flipped my hair off the back so she could clearly see the name on the jacket I was wearing, and walked off, looking over my shoulder with a glare,” you smiled.

“Wow,” Cole said. Their faces matched what he said. 

“Show us, the glare,” Nick chimed in.

“Yes do it Y/N,” Kaden said. You recreated the actions from the other night and the boys all smiled. 

“That glare is not one to mess with,” Cole smiled. You reapproached the table after doing the sassy walk away, where your boyfriend's arms quickly wrapped around your waist. 

“Thank you, Thank you,” you smiled waving to them like they were an audience. You glanced up at Juraj’s face seeing it was still unchanged.

“Y/N, I’m getting tired,” he said softly in your ear, “can we go.” You nodded saying bye to your friends before moving into a quieter room.

“Okay what is with you, you love team parties,” you said taking his hands in yours.

“I don’t know okay, you’re amazing, and everyone else is seeing that,” he said, “I just want to make sure I’m still good enough for you,” he sighed. 

“Aww my love, you’re jealous,” you said trying to pull him closer.

“No, am not,” he got defensive.

“Juraj, you are, and it’s okay, I get jealous sometimes too, but I am never going to leave you, okay? You know that, you know I would never, now come on let’s have some fun,” you said before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Okay, I’m jealous,” he rolled his eyes, “And I know you won’t leave,” he said forming a smile. 

“Good man, I love you,” you said placing a kiss on his lips. He moved his hand to the back of your head keeping you in the kiss longer than you intended.

“I love you too,” he pulled away, “now who are you jealous of,” he smiled.

“That’s for another time, come on,” you said taking his hand and dragging him back out to the party.

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hii could I request “do you know you’re pretty?” with juraj slafkovsky?

maybe reader says it to him after a game or something..? thank you so much in advance <3 <3

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You waited for Juraj in the tunnel after their game against the Bruins,they were able to push the game into overtime and bring home the win, the cherry on top was that your boyfriend was the one who scored the winning goal.

You watched the door eagerly until you saw his tall figure walk out,when he locked eyes with you and a great big smile spread across his face. He quickened his pace when he saw you, you smiled at his quicken step’s. His hair was still slightly damp, probably with sweat since he played so hard tonight, he still had the small red line across his forehead from his helmet making you slightly laugh before he dropped his bags on the rink floor in front of you and pulled you into a tight hug.

You giggled as he squeezed you tightly, when he pulled away you took the chance to give him a quick kiss.

“Did you like the game?” he ask his accent quite thick 

“Of course I liked the game baby” You smiled holding the side of his head running your thumb across the red line on his forehead 

You spaced out looking at your boyfriend in awe, you were so proud of him in this moment

“What” he laughed squeezing your hip to get your attention 

“Do you know you're pretty?” You asked 

Juraj eyebrows crossed in confusion he laughed in response as well “Sometimes” He joked 

“You should know all the time” You smiled “Im very proud of you, you did so well today”

He smiled at  your words trying to fight the feeling of blushing away.

“Grab one of your bags, let's go home” You said, grabbing one of his bags and he grabbed the other. 

“Good I am starving!!” he groaned out 

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I recently had to go to the hospital due to a rib injury (which I got in a super cool and dangerous way and not because I sneezed so hard I fell on the stairs). Juraj would be falling all over himself to make you feel better/lighten the mood. (This is based on a tiktok I saw that just felt like him to me) he mixes a juice cup with some ice all flashy like a bartender and is hitting on you, "you come here often? Does a pretty girl like you have a boyfriend to take care of you? Enjoying your service? Make sure to tip! I accept kisses and cuddles!"

firstly nonnie love oh my GOD i hope you're okay now ??? but your super cool and dangerous rib injury brought such a cute little thought , oh my god ...

because he is determined to get you to crack a smile and take your mind off of the injury for even a minute . he doesn't care if he's making himself look silly , as long as it gets you laughing !!! you ask for a drink and when he comes back with a whole mock-cocktail set up you're confused yet intrigued . then comes this whole bartender spiel , him holding back a grin as he's shaking up a literal glass of juice , his words broken due to small laughs that slip out of him every now and then . he just wants to do everything he can to make sure you're happy :((