#juraj slafkovský x reader

[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]

To my juraj lovers . . . AU coming soon 🤭

[sweetdispatch]

Halloween costume

Players headcanons

summary: what certain hockey player would wear as a halloween costume with his partner

note: it's time to finally start this masterlist haha

C. CAUFIELD

Cole is this type of guy to have silly but meaningful Halloween costumes for both of you. Most of the time the costumes look like they had been picked out at the last minute but for two of you, they have a deeper meaning. At every Halloween party, you would have a costume related to a cartoon that you’ve been obsessed with and become a guilty pleasure movie for you. Example? You would wear Woody and Jessie costumes because in past months, Toy Story was your movie that two of you would watch when one of you had a bad day and needed a laugh. 

A. FANTILLI

You and Adam are huge movie fans. Every day that he’s at home, you need to end up with a movie. Halloween costumes would be based on the genre of movies you’re currently watching. It’s a fun time for both of you so you don’t care if you look silly or not, it’s all about having joy from this day. Example? You would dress up as Mr & Mrs Corleone because for the past month you two had been obsessed with The Godfather trilogy to this point that you would read a novel on which the movie is based.

N. HISCHIER

You and Nico love Peaky Blinders so obviously two of you had to pick costumes based on this tv show. At first, it was supposed to be an inspiration, more like the aesthetic of those years where the action is based. Later Nico proposed to dress up as Tommy and Grace. He wanted both of you to be main characters from the tv show at the party. You came up with an even better idea. You suggested it to be Michael and Gina because they lived in the US and not in England like the rest of the characters. Nico without a doubt agreed on this.

J. HUGHES

You and Jack love Halloween and dressing up. Each year you impatiently wait for the party to pick a costume because you two always have plenty of ideas what to wear. Each year you also have arguments over what to pick because you have troubles with deciding. Jack prefers this but you prefer that. Although now, for the first time, you two knew that you wanted to dress up as Joker and Harley Quinn.

L. HUGHES

Since you were a kid, you have loved Corpse Bride. Your dream was to dress up as Victor and Emily but you never had a good opportunity for this because the costumes you wore in the past were group costumes. Now, you convinced Luke to go dressed up as them, especially when you tried to tell him that he looks similar to Victor. He didn’t see it but seeing you all cheerful and talkative about this movie… He couldn’t say no to you. 

Q. HUGHES

For Quinn, Halloween party would be the one time of the year when he can finally have a fun night and stop thinking about hockey. You would be the brain of the operation what to wear but he will gladly give you ideas. It’s always a costume of characters that two of you had to know. You would never pick something that Quinn is not familiar with. Example? You proposed to dress up as characters from Charlie and The Chocolate Factory. It was a childhood movie for both of you and he was happy at the idea. Quinn would wear a Willy Wonka costume when you would be an Oompa Loompa. 

C. KELLER

Clayton didn’t care about the Halloween party but he saw the excitement in your eyes and wanted to play along with you. He didn’t bother you and let you pick whatever you wanted. Your head was spiralling with ideas but knowing that he doesn’t feel the joy of the holiday, you wanted to keep it simple and classic for him. You decided to dress up as the main characters from The Bear which was the tv show you’ve been watching lately. Clayton was happy with this because he didn’t have to dress up in anything crazy. 

J. MARINO

Since the last Halloween party, you know what you want to wear next year. Whole year you were trying to convince John to agree to this costume. Every year he was telling you that he’s not gonna do it again but the truth was that for you, he would do anything. This costume wasn't special for him because it required only a suit from him and you bought him with that because he wasn't a big guy of dressing up. You two dressed up as Morticia and Gomez Addams. 

M. REMPE

Matt was out of ideas for the Halloween party but you knew that you two needed to use the height difference. You didn’t have any plans until both of you watched Monsters, Inc. When you saw Sulley and Wazowski, you knew that these are perfect costumes. You told this to Matt and he completely fell in love with the idea and you two decided to make it happen. You bought a matching onesie as a costume that you were wearing around the house after the party. 

J. SLAFKOVSKY

You and Juraj felt completely uninspired for the Halloween party. If you liked an idea, he wasn’t a fan of it and vice versa. Two of you were close to just showing up dressed normally without any costumes until you came up with an idea. You weren’t sure Juraj would like the idea but you decided to try. You proposed to dress up in the colors of Slovakian flag. At first, he was sceptical about this but eventually two of you wore white beanie, blue shirt and red pants. It was basic but you two loved it.

[bedards-bunnie]

NHL Players Reacting To Finding Out You're Pregnant ❄️🐰

Content: Pregnancy, Established relationships Notes: Please let me know if I missed anyone you would like to see! I hope you enjoy..please interact if you did, feedback is appreciated! 💗

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Connor Bedard

He freezes. Like completely stops functioning for a solid minute.

“Wait, really? Like… really, really?”

Once it sinks in, a huge grin grows on his face

He reaches out to touch your stomach, even though he knows there’s nothing there yet.

He’s still processing days later

“Holy shit… we’re gonna be parents.”

He immediately starts researching  “how to be a good dad”  but doesn’t tell you out of embarrassment.

Will NOT shut up about it to his teammates once he gets over the shock.

Nico Hischier

Literally stops breathing for a second. He thinks he misheard you

Hands on his hips, pacing. Runs a hand through his hair.

“Are you serious?”

When you nod, his whole face lights up with this attractive, excited smile.

Pulls you into his arms and buries his face in your neck, taking in the sweet scent of your perfume.

“I love you. So much. Oh my.”

Probably tears up but tries to be subtle about it.

Calls his mom IMMEDIATELY.

That night, he lies awake, just staring at you in awe, hand resting protectively on your stomach.

Adam Fantilli

“No way. No fucking way. Are you messing with me?”

As soon as you confirm, he just starts grinning like a fool.

Picks you up and spins you around happily.

“WE’RE GONNA HAVE A BABY!”

Lowkey freaks out about being a dad but masks it with excitement.

Already planning matching hockey jerseys for the baby.

Catches himself watching you all the time now, like holy shit, you’re carrying our baby.

Leo Carlsson

His eyes go wide and he just blinks.

“Really?” His voice is so soft and unsure.

When you nod, he immediately wraps his arms around you and just holds you tight.

Kisses your forehead, then your stomach.

“You’re gonna be the best mom.”

Gets really emotional but doesn’t say much

Looks up Swedish baby names

Jack Hughes

Stares at you for a solid ten seconds.

“Wait. What?”

Once he processes, he just drops his head into his hands, overwhelmed.

But when he looks up he’s smiling so big.

“Holy shit. We’re gonna have a baby.”

“I mean you’re gonna have a baby..but- but it’s mine, right?

Hugs you so tight, burying his face in your hair.

Calls Luke IMMEDIATELY to freak out.

Will not stop touching your stomach even though it’s early.

“Hey, baby, it’s your dad. I love you already.”

Quinn Hughes

Just stares at you for the longest time.

He’s so overwhelmed but doesn’t know what to say.

Finally, he just pulls you in, pressing his face against your shoulder.

“Are you okay? Do you feel okay?”

Tries to act calm, but you can feel his heart racing.

Kisses your forehead and whispers, “I love you so much.”

He won’t let go of you in bed and keeps one hand on your stomach.

Tyler Bertuzzi

“No shit?”

Smirks at first, but then he actually processes it.

“Wait. I’m gonna be a dad?”

You see it hit him all at once and he grabs your face, kissing you hard.

“You know our kid’s gonna be an absolute menace, right?”

Immediately starts thinking about all the dumb dad jokes he’ll get to use.

Brags to literally everyone who will listen.

“Yup, knocked her up. Guess I did something right.”

Trevor Zegras

“NO WAY.”

Literally jumps up and down like a child.

“We’re having a BABY?! We made a whole human?!”

Pulls you into his lap, holding your face in his hands.

“Holy shit, I love you so much.”

Immediately starts making TikToks about being a dad.

Buys baby Ducks merch within an hour.

Alex Vlasic 

Stops mid-breath.

“Are you serious?”

When you nod, his face softens immediately.

Holds your hands in his and kisses your knuckles.

“I love you.”

Becomes super protective overnight.

Talks to your belly when he thinks you’re asleep.

Gets teary-eyed thinking about holding your baby for the first time.

Jordan Binnington

“Wait, hold on.”

Visibly panicking.

“Like, an actual baby? Like… OUR baby?”

Sits down, processing, then suddenly grins.

“Shit. I’m gonna be a dad.”

So protective. Tries to ban you from doing anything remotely dangerous.

Insists on driving you everywhere.

Will absolutely fight someone for looking at you wrong.

Vince Dunn

Eyes go wide. Mouth slightly open.

“No way. No fucking way.”

Tears up immediately.

Wraps his arms around you and buries his face in your neck.

“I love you. So much.”

Starts referring to you as “baby mama” immediately.

Can’t stop smiling like an idiot.

“Our kid is gonna be a little shit, huh?”

Luke Hughes

Stares at the test for way too long. Blinks. Looks at you. Looks back at the test.

Hand running through his hair, pacing for a second before stopping in front of you.

“You’re serious?”

When you nod, he exhales sharply and then he’s grinning, pulling you into his arms.

“Holy shit, we’re having a baby.”

Face buried in your neck, arms holding you tight. A little shaky, a little overwhelmed, but so happy.

Lowkey panics about being a good dad. Watches so many parenting videos. Asks Quinn and Jack way too many questions.

Will 100% cry when he holds the baby for the first time.

Juraj Slafkovský

Eyes go wide. Mouth slightly open.

“No way. No fucking way.”

Scoops you up in his arms, spinning you around. Realizes mid spin that you’re pregnant and panics, putting you down so very gently.

“You’re serious?” he asks, voice soft, hands shaking a little. When you nod, he just stares at you in awe.

Holds your face in his hands, forehead pressed to yours, whispering, "I love you so much."

Calls his mom immediately. Literally before you even sit down. She cries and now he’s crying too.

So protective. So dramatic about it. You get up too fast? “Baby, sit.” You try to carry something? “Nope. I got it.”

Talks to your belly in Slovak every single night. Tells the baby about his games, how much he loves you, how excited he is to meet them.

Buys the tiniest baby skates he can find. Will not stop showing them to you.

Insists the baby’s first word is gonna be “hokej”

Loses his mind the first time he feels the baby kick. “Did you see that? Our baby’s already an athlete.”

Holds your hand through the whole delivery. Kisses your forehead, whispering, “You did so good, láska.”

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[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.

[starbabyg]

dude i desperately need a headcannon of juraj eating you out 😫

i just know he will pin you down and hold your thighs in place as you try to resist when it gets too much for you 🫠

Juraj is an eaterrrr!!!

Juraj is definitely a giver. I think his favorite place in the world is in between your thighs. Whether you're riding his face, you standing up while he's on his knees beneath you, or even good ol fashion flat on his front side, he looks up at you with such love and adoration as he eats you out with such fervor. Ugh and when you moan and squeal it just makes the boy so fucking cocky, always flashing those straight pearly whites at you when you buck your hips.

"Feels too good, huh?" He'll smirk, tightening his grip on your thighs when you try to pull away. He just overstimulates you in all the right ways, sending that electricity from your core that just sends a shiver down your spine. And when you try to run away? Whewwww..... Juraj let's out one of his hearty laughs and shakes his head as he drags you back down to the edge of the bed, wrapping his muscular arms around your thighs to lock you in place.

"Really thought you could run away? Shame on you, pretty girl," he clicks his tongue a few times before going back to slurping on your juices and tries to overstimulate you even moreeee. His big hands roam all over your body, gripping your waist and kneading your breasts. Juraj gets off on the little whines and moans. Makes him feel good hearing those pretty noises coming from those lips of yours. Is it some sort of praise thing, knowing he's doing such a great job at making you feel so good? Most definitely. Each buck of your hips, each time he gets your legs trembling and toes curling is like an accolade to him.

And honestly he could eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. You know how Mac Miller said 'I just eat pussy other people need food'? That would literally be Slaf if he had the choice. You'd stir out of your sleep, confused why your body is feeling all hot and horny when you look down to see Juraj's smug face feasting on your core.

"Juraj, what the hell it's seven in the morning?"

"Yeah, time for breakfast," he would smirk, sucking on the fingers he had just dipped inside you as if you were a pot of honey. And he'd lap his tongue all over you time and time again until you release all over his face. And even then he just lets out a deep chuckle and licks all of your arousal off of his chin as it drips, cleaning you up with his tongue as well.

[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.

[theywantedplayer]

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.

[777bae]

SAFE IN HIS HANDS JURAJ SLAFKOVSKY

Summary :: Pregnancy is hard, but with Juraj by your side, it feels like you’re not doing it alone. From making breakfast to soothing your aches, his quiet love builds the foundation for the family you’re about to become.

Warnings :: pregnancy aches, kissing

Word count :: 6.7k

The first thing you feel when you wake up is warmth—Juraj’s body heat still lingering on the sheets beside you, even though he’s no longer there. It’s a fading warmth, the kind that tells you he must have left the bed not too long ago, but without him, the space beside you feels vast and empty. Your body, still heavy with sleep, reacts before your mind fully registers his absence. Your hand instinctively reaches out, fingers searching for the familiar solidness of him, but all you find is the cool fabric of his pillow.

A soft sigh escapes your lips as you blink against the golden light spilling in through the curtains, painting the room in gentle hues of morning. The air is quiet, save for the distant sounds of life beginning in the rest of the house—the faint hum of the refrigerator, the occasional creak of the floorboards, the muffled clatter of dishes in the kitchen. You know without a doubt that it’s him, moving around with quiet purpose, already tending to you in ways he thinks you won’t notice.

You shift slightly beneath the covers, attempting to stretch out the stiffness lingering in your limbs, but even the smallest movement makes you acutely aware of the changes in your body. The weight of your growing belly settles heavily against you, pressing down in a way that wasn’t there just a few months ago. It’s strange, how even something as simple as rolling over now requires thought, effort. You pause for a moment, adjusting, breathing through the slight strain before settling into a more comfortable position.

And yet, despite the aches, despite the sluggishness, you wouldn’t change a thing. If anything, you revel in it. Every sensation—the tightness in your skin, the occasional discomfort, the deep stretch of muscles adjusting to something far greater than yourself—only serves as a reminder that your baby is growing. Thriving.

Your hand drifts down almost instinctively, fingers grazing over the gentle curve of your stomach, feeling the warmth of your own skin beneath your palm. The gesture is familiar now, something you catch yourself doing more and more often, as if your touch alone could remind the little life inside you that you’re here. That you love them. That you are waiting for them.

A soft smile tugs at your lips as you imagine them, curled up safely within you, their tiny hands and feet tucked close. You wonder if they’re awake, if they can somehow sense your touch, if they know that their father was just here, that his hands have rested in the very same place more times than you can count.

Before you can dwell too long in thought, you hear it—the faint clatter of dishes, the hum of the refrigerator door opening and closing, the soft shuffle of Juraj’s feet against the hardwood floor. The sounds are gentle, careful, but unmistakable. You know them now, just as you know the warmth of his hands or the way his voice wraps around you like something solid and steady.

A slow smile tugs at your lips. He’s up early again. He always is these days.

You can’t remember the last time he truly slept in. Even on the rare mornings when he doesn’t have early practice, he’s the first to rise, moving around the house with as much quiet as someone his size can manage. You’ve woken up to the absence of his warmth enough times now to know that this has become his routine. That even before the sun has fully crept into the sky, before the weight of the day has settled over either of you, he is already thinking of you—of you and the life you carry.

The bedroom door creaks open a moment later, and there he is, standing in the doorway, his tall frame nearly filling the space. A tray is balanced carefully in his large hands, the soft glow of morning light catching against the edges of the dishes. He’s still in sweatpants and a loose T-shirt, the fabric clinging slightly to the broad planes of his chest. His hair is tousled, the strands falling haphazardly over his forehead, and you can tell just by looking at him that he didn’t bother fixing it before coming in. He got out of bed long enough to make sure you had breakfast before anything else.

His eyes find yours instantly, and the way his face softens when he sees you awake makes your breath catch. It’s subtle—the way his expression shifts, the way the corners of his mouth tug upward—but it’s unmistakable. A warmth spreads through his gaze, slow and unhurried, like he has all the time in the world just to look at you.

“Good morning,” he says, his voice still thick with sleep, low and warm in a way that settles deep in your chest.

“Morning,” you murmur back, your voice groggy, your body still adjusting to the day.

He steps forward, careful, deliberate, like he doesn’t want to wake you too harshly. He crosses the room in just a few strides, moving with the quiet ease of someone who has done this a hundred times before. He sets the tray down on the nightstand, but before you can move, he’s already reaching for you.

His hands find you easily, familiar and sure, slipping behind your back as he helps you sit up. His touch is gentle but firm, his fingers pressing lightly against the tense muscles there, offering just enough support to make the movement easier. You sigh, leaning into him for a brief moment, and he lets you, his warmth seeping into your skin.

“You okay?” he murmurs, his breath close, the concern in his voice so instinctive, so natural, that you know he probably asks himself the same question even when you’re not around to hear it.

You nod, offering him a small, tired smile. “Yeah. Just needed a second.”

His brows furrow slightly, like he’s still assessing, still making sure, but after a moment, he nods and leans back slightly.

“I made you breakfast,” he says then, his voice lighter now, the hint of a proud grin tugging at the edges of his lips. He lifts the tray slightly, as if presenting his masterpiece. “I tried to make the eggs the way you like them.”

You glance at the tray—scrambled eggs, perfectly golden toast, a neat arrangement of fresh fruit, and a smoothie, the kind he knows is your favorite. You don’t miss the way the edges of the toast are cut just right, or how the smoothie is in the glass you always reach for first. Small details, maybe, but they don’t go unnoticed.

A laugh escapes you, quiet but full of affection. “You didn’t have to do all this,” you say, even though you already know exactly what his response will be.

As expected, his brows pull together, his expression shifting into something stubborn—something utterly convinced that the thought is ridiculous. “Of course, I did.”

And then, softer, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world:

“You’re carrying our baby.”

The words settle between you, heavy in a way that makes your chest tighten. His gaze drops, just for a moment, to the curve of your belly, his expression shifting from playful to something deeper. There’s an awe in his eyes, quiet but unshakable, like the simple fact of your existence like this—growing, glowing, holding something so precious—will never stop astounding him.

His fingers brush absently over your blanket, like he wants to reach for you, to feel you, but he hesitates. Not out of uncertainty, but reverence.

Then he lifts his gaze back to yours, tilting his head slightly. “You need to eat,” he says, like it’s non-negotiable.

You roll your eyes, but there’s no real exasperation behind it. You pick up a piece of toast anyway, taking a bite, and the second you hum in satisfaction, you feel it—the way his shoulders relax slightly, the way his lips curve into a small, contented smile.

He doesn’t say anything at first. He just watches you, his eyes lingering, his fingers tapping idly against the tray.

And in that quiet moment, as you chew slowly, as he sits beside you with nothing but warmth in his expression, you realize something:

This isn’t just about breakfast. It’s not just about making sure you eat.

It’s about you.

It’s about the way he wakes up before you, the way he moves through the house quietly so you don’t stir. It’s about the way he notices the smallest things—what foods you’re craving, what scents make you nauseous, which pillows help you sleep better. It’s about the way he watches over you, not because he thinks you can’t do things on your own, but because he wants to. Because he loves you. Because this—this life you’re building together—means everything to him.

You swallow, setting the toast down and reaching for his hand, threading your fingers through his. He looks down at your joined hands, then back up at you, his eyes questioning.

“How are you feeling?” he asks after a moment, his voice lower now, softer, with an edge of concern that you can hear even in the calm morning silence. His eyes are filled with an intensity that’s rare for him, an intensity only ever reserved for moments like this—when it’s just the two of you, and the world outside seems to slow down.

You sigh and settle back against the pillows, the weight of your body pressing down just a little more. “Tired. Sore. My back is killing me,” you admit, the words coming out in a slightly defeated tone, even though you don’t mean to sound like that.

He doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t need to think twice. The moment you finish speaking, he’s already moving, setting the tray aside as though it’s not even important anymore. There’s only you and your discomfort now. He shifts closer, his body settling next to you, and without a word, his large hands find their way to your lower back. He doesn’t rush; his fingers are deliberate, pressing into the tight muscles there with careful precision.

The relief is almost immediate, the deep ache in your back slowly unwinding beneath his touch. You let out a quiet groan, feeling your body instinctively relax, your head falling back against the pillow. The tension, the tightness you’d been carrying all morning, starts to melt away, and for a moment, you forget about everything else. There’s only him, and the soothing rhythm of his hands working over you, the quiet intimacy of it all.

Juraj chuckles softly, his breath warm against your temple as he leans in to press a gentle kiss there, the brush of his lips tender and comforting. “Better?” he asks, his voice low, holding a softness that makes your chest tighten with affection.

You nod, exhaling deeply, your body sinking further into the comfort of his touch. “Much,” you murmur, closing your eyes briefly to savor the feeling of his hands working over you.

His fingers don’t stop; they continue their slow, deliberate circles into your lower back, the pressure firm but never too much, just enough to chase away the tightness that had been plaguing you. You can tell by the way his hands move that he’s paying attention to every shift in your body, every little sign that you need more or less pressure. His touch is careful, not just because you’re carrying his child, but because he knows you. Knows what makes you feel better, knows how to soothe you when you’re tense, even when you don’t have to say a word.

As his hands continue, you find yourself losing track of time. You let your body surrender to him, sinking into the comfort of his presence. There’s something about the way he’s here with you, so steady, so reliable, that makes everything feel just a little bit easier. In this moment, it’s like the rest of the world doesn’t exist.

“You really okay?” he murmurs against your temple, his breath soft on your skin, so close now that his words feel like a part of you.

You nod, though the weight of it all lingers just a little. “Yeah. Just… everything feels so heavy lately.” The words escape before you can stop them, a soft admission of the way the changes in your body are beginning to feel overwhelming. But even as you speak them, you don’t feel vulnerable. With him, it’s always okay to be honest about the discomfort, the uncertainty, the quiet struggles you don’t always voice.

He pauses for a second, his hands stilling against your back. You can feel the shift in his energy as he processes your words, and then his arm shifts, sliding over your shoulders with ease. He pulls you closer, his body pressing lightly against yours as he envelops you in his warmth. You feel the steady beat of his heart, the solid rhythm that makes you feel safe, and he traces lazy, absentminded patterns along your arm, his fingers barely skimming your skin.

It’s a touch that feels like a promise, like reassurance. He doesn’t have to say anything for you to know he’s there. He’s always there. Always paying attention.

“You want to lie down for a bit?” he offers, his voice gentle, considering. He glances over at the untouched food on the tray, eyes soft with understanding. “I can bring this back later. Or make you something else if you don’t feel like eating this.” There’s no pressure in his voice, just an open offer, a simple willingness to make sure you’re comfortable, whatever that means in the moment.

You shake your head, managing a small smile. “No, I promise this is perfect,” you say, though there’s a tiny part of you that wants to protest, to tell him he doesn’t have to keep doing so much. But you know it’s no use. You already know he wouldn’t have it any other way. He’d insist, just like he always does.

“You don’t have to keep fussing over me, you know,” you add softly, a playful edge in your voice, though there’s no real attempt to push him away.

He scoffs, the sound light and teasing, but there’s a warmth in it that makes you smile. He always knows how to make you feel loved, even in the simplest of ways. “Yes, I do.” His lips curl upward, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, but there’s a deep sincerity in his eyes. “It’s my job.”

You roll your eyes playfully. “Your job is to play hockey.”

He chuckles at that, but his expression softens, and without warning, he reaches out, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear, a small but tender gesture. “My job is to take care of you.”

The words hit you in a way you hadn’t anticipated. They land like a soft weight in your chest, heavier than you expect, and the simple sincerity in his voice makes your heart swell. He doesn’t say it with any dramatic flair or grand gesture. It’s just a quiet truth, a reminder of how much he cares for you, how deeply he is here—really here—with you, in this life you’re creating together.

For a moment, you’re left speechless, taken aback by the quiet weight of his words, by the depth of love that they carry. The room feels a little quieter, a little warmer as you stare up at him, searching for the right thing to say.

You reach for his hand then, intertwining your fingers with his, the touch grounding you, reminding you of the shared bond between you. “You already do,” you say softly, your voice a gentle affirmation of everything he’s been to you, everything he’s done for you. “Every single day.”

His thumb brushes over your knuckles as he exhales, his shoulders relaxing slightly, like he needed to hear that. The relief that passes through him is subtle, but you see it in the way his body seems to settle more fully beside you. You feel his thumb move in small, reassuring circles against your skin, and for a moment, the world outside fades. It’s just the two of you—here, together, steady and sure.

He exhales again, and his grip on your hand tightens just a little, as though holding on to this quiet moment, this connection. His eyes soften even more as he looks at you, the deep adoration in them unmistakable. You both stay like that for a while, the silence between you comfortable and full of understanding, a silent conversation in the space you’ve created.

A few moments of quiet stretch between you, the two of you comfortably nestled in the peaceful stillness of the morning. You could hear the soft hum of the house—the quiet creak of the floorboards beneath his steps as he moves around, the faint sound of the outside world beyond the windows. But then, his voice breaks the calm, filled with the warmth and playful curiosity that you’ve come to love.

“Hey, you know what might help?” he asks, his eyes twinkling as he glances at you.

You raise an eyebrow, your tired eyes meeting his. “Please don’t say ice baths,” you joke, though you can’t help but feel a little wary at the thought.

He laughs, the deep sound rumbling in his chest. He shakes his head, his face lighting up with that familiar, comforting warmth that makes you feel like you’re the only one in the world. “No, no. A bath, though. A warm one. I can set it up for you.”

You let out a breath of relief, but then, the temptation of his suggestion tugs at you. The ache in your back and the heaviness in your feet have become constant companions, and the idea of sinking into warm water feels like the escape you didn’t even know you needed. It’s an idea that’s both simple and indulgent in the best way possible. You hesitated for only a second, but then a thought bubbles up.

“You sure?” you ask, a hint of concern slipping into your voice. You glance over at him, aware that he has practice later, and you don’t want him to take on too much. “You have practice later. You don’t have to—”

But he’s already moving, shaking his head with a reassuring smile. “I don’t have to, but I want to,” he says, his voice firm in that way he has when he’s made up his mind. There’s no room for arguing, and truthfully, you don’t even want to. He’s already started walking toward the bathroom, his footsteps soft but purposeful, the sound of the door creaking open a moment later.

Before you can say anything else, you hear the sound of water running—steady, rhythmic—and the soft shuffle of him moving around the bathroom. You picture him, lighting candles with his usual care, perhaps picking out the perfect bath salts or adding a few bubbles to the water, making everything just right. It’s like he’s curating a little moment of peace for you, and the thought alone makes your heart swell. You know he’s not just doing this out of obligation—he’s doing it because he loves you, because he wants to take care of you in ways that go beyond the obvious. He’s always been like this: attentive in the smallest, most thoughtful ways that somehow manage to make all the difference.

You close your eyes for a moment, letting yourself get lost in the quiet sounds of him moving around, the soft rustle of fabric as he prepares the bath. You don’t know when it happened, but somewhere along the way, he became your rock, your constant source of care, even in the most simple of moments. It’s never in grand gestures—it’s in the way he listens when you speak, in the way he anticipates your needs before you even voice them. It’s in the little things: the way he makes you breakfast, or rubs your back when you’re sore, or takes the time to prepare something as tender as a warm bath when he knows you need it.

By the time he returns to the bedroom, his face is practically glowing with excitement, like he’s just crafted the perfect game plan and he’s eager to see you enjoy it. There’s a sparkle in his eyes that catches you off guard for a moment—his usual quiet intensity turned into something playful, something entirely focused on you. He’s carrying the weight of a joy he finds in making you comfortable.

“Okay, it’s ready. Come on,” he says, his voice carrying a sense of accomplishment, as if the bath is a personal victory he’s eager for you to experience.

You can’t help but smile, your own exhaustion momentarily forgotten in the face of his unshakable enthusiasm. You make a move to sit up, but immediately, Juraj is there. He doesn’t hesitate for a second. His hands, large and strong, come to rest on your waist, steadying you with an ease that always feels both protective and intimate. His fingers press lightly against the curve of your sides as he gently helps you rise, careful not to disturb your comfort too quickly.

You can’t help but laugh softly at the way he’s handling it all. “You act like I’m made of glass,” you tease, feeling the soft weight of the moment, a soft playfulness easing some of the discomfort in your body.

He grins, but there’s something deeper in his eyes as he looks at you, something tender. “Not glass,” he corrects, brushing a soft kiss against your forehead, his lips lingering just long enough to send a shiver of warmth through your chest. “Just carrying something pretty damn important.”

Your heart swells in your chest, a rush of love filling you so completely that it feels like it could spill over. It’s not just his words, but the quiet sincerity with which he says them. It’s the way he’s here, entirely with you, not just physically, but in the way he holds your heart, your growing family, and everything in between.

He leads you gently toward the bathroom, and as you step inside, the transformation of the space takes you by surprise. The room is bathed in soft, golden light from the flickering candles he’s carefully placed around the tub. The scent of lavender fills the air, soothing and fragrant, curling around you like a soft embrace. Steam rises gently from the water, which is a warm, inviting hue—perfectly set to relax every muscle in your body. The air itself feels thick with tranquility, with a kind of calm that instantly soothes your senses.

You take a slow, appreciative breath, feeling the tension in your shoulders melt away the second you step into the space. This, this is exactly what you needed. And it’s just another thing he’s done to make sure you feel cared for—making everything just perfect. You can’t help but marvel at how in tune he is with your needs, even the ones you don’t have to say aloud.

When Juraj helps you over to the tub, he’s careful, like always, steadying you, his hands warm on your skin. You look up at him and see nothing but love in his eyes, soft and steady, as if you’re the most important thing in the world.

The warm water envelops you as soon as you sink deeper into the bath, wrapping you in a comforting embrace that seems to melt away all the tension you’ve been carrying. You let out a soft sigh, your body gradually unwinding as the heat seeps into every muscle, soothing each ache, and making the world outside this small space seem so far away. The scent of lavender fills the air, delicate and calming, its fragrance mingling with the quiet sound of the water lapping gently at the edges of the tub. The flickering light from the candles Juraj must have carefully placed around the room dances in the soft steam that rises from the bath, casting a golden glow that feels like something out of a dream—a peaceful, quiet cocoon where nothing can disturb you.

You sink lower into the water, letting it completely envelop you, your arms resting gently on the edge of the tub as you close your eyes. The softness of the moment settles over you, and for the first time in what feels like forever, you let yourself truly relax. The stress of the day, of the aches in your body, of everything swirling around in your mind, fades into the background, replaced by the soothing warmth of the bath and the comforting presence of Juraj beside you.

His tall frame is leaned slightly forward, one knee resting on the floor while his arms drape casually over the edge of the tub. His gaze never leaves you, his eyes steady and watchful, a quiet satisfaction settling into his features like he’s just accomplished something monumental. There’s no rush in his movements, no need to hurry or pull away. He seems to take his time with you, as if savoring each moment of peace, of quiet connection. And though his expression is soft, there’s an intensity in the way he looks at you—something that feels almost reverent. It’s as if you’ve become his world in that instant, and every moment spent with you is something precious to him.

“How does it feel?” he asks after a moment, his voice soft and warm, like he’s asking about something far more important than just the bath. He genuinely wants to know, to make sure you’re comfortable, to make sure you’re feeling okay.

You hum in approval, your body melting deeper into the warm water as you smile, your eyes fluttering shut in contentment. “Perfect. Exactly what I needed,” you murmur, your voice hushed, as if speaking too loudly might break the tranquility of the moment.

Juraj watches you for a few beats, his gaze never wavering, as if taking in the simple sight of you—soaked in the soft glow of candlelight, surrounded by the scent of lavender, and resting in the calm of the moment. He reaches out, his large hands gentle, his fingers skimming the surface of the water in slow, absentminded circles. A ripple follows the path of his touch, the water shimmering with movement, and his fingers dip lower, cupping a handful of warm water. With a careful, almost reverent touch, he pours it over your shoulder, letting it trickle down your skin in a soft cascade, as if to help the warmth of the bath do its work on your body. The sensation of the water against your skin is so soothing that you can’t help but sigh, your muscles loosening further, the tension slowly melting away.

He does it again, this time over your arm, his touch light but deliberate, as if trying to ease away every last trace of the weight you’ve been carrying. You let him, closing your eyes for a moment and surrendering fully to the peace he’s creating for you.

His voice breaks the silence, soft but teasing, pulling you back from the depth of your thoughts. “You don’t have to stay here, you know,” you murmur, though your words are more of an invitation than a suggestion. The truth is, you don’t want him to leave. You want him here, next to you, in this quiet, intimate space.

He raises an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth curling into a playful smirk. “You trying to get rid of me?” His tone is light, but there’s a touch of something more behind it—an almost amused curiosity that makes you smile despite yourself.

You laugh softly, shaking your head. “No,” you admit with a grin, “just saying. You probably have better things to do.”

You know he’s busy. You know he’s got his own commitments, his own routines. But in this moment, there’s a small part of you that feels selfish, wanting to keep him here with you, wanting to hold on to this sense of calm for just a little longer.

He scoffs, as if the very idea of leaving you to your own devices is absurd. “Like what?” he asks, his voice laced with mock incredulity, and there’s a warmth in his eyes as he meets your gaze.

You arch a brow, matching his teasing tone. “I don’t know. Hockey? Working out? Watching replays?”

His expression changes instantly, though, softening into something more serious, something deeper. He doesn’t respond right away; instead, he reaches out, his fingers brushing a damp strand of hair away from your face, tucking it gently behind your ear. His touch is so tender, his eyes lingering on your face for a moment longer than usual. Then, his fingers trace the curve of your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin. “This is more important,” he says, his voice quiet but certain. His words are not dismissive or flippant—they carry weight, a kind of sincerity that makes your heart skip a beat.

Something in your chest tightens, and for a moment, the world outside this bathroom seems to disappear completely. There’s no arguing, no words needed to fill the silence. You simply look at him, and he looks at you, and for that fleeting moment, there’s nothing else. His eyes are so open, so unguarded, and the way he says it—like he truly believes it—takes you by surprise. It’s a vulnerability you rarely see in him, yet in this moment, it feels like he’s giving you a glimpse into a part of him that is only ever shared with you.

His gaze is steady, unwavering, and you realize that there’s no doubt in his mind—there’s nowhere else he’d rather be than right here, in this quiet, intimate space with you. His presence is the grounding force you didn’t even know you needed, and in the simplicity of this moment, you can’t help but feel completely and utterly cherished.

You reach for his hand, threading your fingers through his, feeling the roughness of his calloused palm against your softer skin. “You’re going to be such a good dad.”

As soon as the words leave your lips, there’s a brief, stillness between you, a sudden quiet that feels like the world pausing just to catch its breath. Juraj’s grip tightens for a split second, just long enough for you to feel the weight of his fingers around yours, grounding him in the enormity of the moment. His chest rises and falls with a breath that sounds almost like a quiet hitch, his hand holding yours as if it might anchor him to the present, to this very moment where you’ve shared something so deeply vulnerable.

His eyes flick down to your hand, his thumb tracing over your knuckles in slow, thoughtful movements. The touch is gentle, but there’s a sense of intensity to it, like he’s trying to find the right words, trying to find his place in all this. Finally, after a pause that seems to stretch on just a bit longer than usual, he looks up at you, his lips curving into the smallest of smiles—a smile that’s soft and vulnerable, unlike anything you’ve seen before.

“You think so?” His voice is barely above a whisper, a question that carries more weight than just those two words. It’s a question laced with doubt, with hope, with a quiet desire to be enough, to be worthy of the future he’s already dreaming about.

You nod, your fingers tightening around his in reassurance. “I know so.” The certainty in your voice is unwavering, the words steady and sure as you meet his gaze. He needs to hear it—he needs to know that you believe in him, that you believe in everything he already is, and everything he’s going to be. He’s going to be such a good dad.

For a few moments, he doesn’t speak, just watches your hand in his, his thumb absently tracing the lines of your fingers like he’s memorizing every curve, every dip. There’s a quiet sort of reverence in his movements, as if he’s in awe of the simple fact that you two are about to embark on this journey together. And then, his voice comes, softer now, almost lost beneath the soft sound of the water lapping against the edges of the tub.

“I just want to do it right.” The words are quiet but heavy, and there’s an unmistakable vulnerability in them—like he’s baring his soul, letting you see the weight of his heart laid bare.

Your heart aches at that, but not with sadness—no, it’s a love so full, so overwhelming that it feels like it might burst. You want to reach out and hold him, to reassure him that he doesn’t need to carry all this responsibility alone. But instead, you gently squeeze his hand, your voice soft but firm when you answer.

“You already are.” You speak from your heart, your words simple but true. “You take care of me every day. You love us. That’s all our baby is ever going to need.”

There’s a brief silence, a moment where the only sound is the faint hum of the bathroom, the steam rising around you both. You can feel his shoulders relax, the tension melting away, as if your words have given him the peace he didn’t know he needed. His hand moves from yours, but only to gently rest on your belly, his touch careful, almost hesitant at first, like he’s afraid of disturbing something precious. But when he feels it—the soft, steady flutter of the baby’s movements beneath his palm—his entire expression shifts. The small, tender smile that spreads across his face is like the sun breaking through a cloud, and you can see the wonder in his eyes as he looks up at you.

“Did you feel that?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper, as if the moment is sacred.

You laugh softly, a small chuckle that escapes before you can contain it, and place your hand over his. “Of course I felt it. I feel it all the time.” You meet his eyes with a smile, and there’s a knowing in your gaze—this tiny life is already part of both of you, and you can already see how deeply it has begun to change him.

His fingers spread across your belly, like he’s trying to cover every inch of it, like he doesn’t want to miss a single moment of this. He leans down, lowering his face until his lips are just above the waterline, his breath warm against your skin. “Hey, little one,” he murmurs, his voice deep and gentle, like he’s speaking to someone already listening, already aware. There’s a strength in his tone, but it’s a quiet strength, one that’s wrapped in tenderness and protectiveness. “You’re giving your mama a hard time, huh?”

You roll your eyes playfully, though your heart swells with love for him and the little one already growing inside you. “Tell me about it.”

Juraj chuckles softly, his breath warm against your skin as he stays there for a moment longer, his forehead resting gently against your belly. His hand never moves, continuing to rest in the same spot, as if he’s waiting for another movement, another sign that this tiny person is listening to him, responding to him. It’s such a simple, intimate thing—but in that moment, as he stays there with his forehead resting against you, you realize how much of him is already poured into this new life. This big, strong man—someone who fights battles on the ice, who faces tough opponents with a strength that could move mountains—is utterly undone by the tiny, fragile life inside you. It’s a side of him you’ve seen in glimpses before, but in this moment, it’s undeniable. He’s already a father in everything but name.

Eventually, he leans back, but his hand doesn’t leave your belly. His thumb continues to move in slow, soothing circles, a gesture that’s become as familiar as his touch on your hand. “I can’t wait to meet them,” he says, his voice filled with such quiet awe that it makes your throat tighten. There’s an unspoken promise in his words—I will love them, just like I love you—and it wraps around your heart like a soft blanket.

You swallow past the lump in your throat, nodding as your chest swells with emotion. “Me too.” Your voice is barely a whisper, thick with the weight of everything you’re feeling.

Juraj glances up at you, his eyes softened by something deeper than just affection—there’s a tenderness there, an unspoken understanding that transcends words. His gaze lingers on you for a heartbeat longer than usual, like he’s soaking in the moment, imprinting it on his soul. And then, without saying a word, he leans down. His lips find yours with a quiet intensity, a kiss that feels like it’s full of years of shared moments, of challenges overcome, of love built layer by layer. It’s not rushed, not hungry like so many kisses once were, but slow, deliberate, like he’s savoring this connection between you both.

The kiss speaks volumes. It speaks of the life you’ve created together—of the highs, the lows, and the everyday, mundane moments that have formed the foundation of your love. It carries the weight of shared dreams and quiet promises for the future. And as his lips linger against yours, you feel a tenderness that surpasses any grand gesture, a quiet kind of devotion that only comes from the deepest parts of the heart.

When he finally pulls away, there’s a moment of perfect stillness between you, as if time has paused just for the two of you. His forehead rests gently against yours, his breath warm against your skin, mingling with yours as the two of you share the same air, the same space, your hearts in sync. The sound of the water continues its gentle lapping against the edges of the tub, but it feels distant now, as if the world outside of this moment has fallen away.

“I love you,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion, the words wrapped in layers of tenderness that make your heart ache. “Both of you.”

You blink, the weight of those words settling over you like a soft, comforting blanket. Something inside you shifts at the realization—both of you. You are no longer just two people. You are a family. And as his words settle into your chest, the floodgates open, and tears prickle at the corners of your eyes. For a moment, you fight them, but only for a moment, because in this sacred space, in this intimacy between the two of you, there’s no need for masks. No need to hold it all together. You let the tears fall freely, letting them trace the contours of your cheeks as the emotions of this moment overwhelm you.

The vulnerability in his voice, the raw sincerity, has unlocked something in you—something that’s been quietly building inside you, something you didn’t even realize was there until now. You wipe the tears from your face, but you don’t try to hide them, because they are a reflection of everything you’re feeling. You’re not ashamed of them, not embarrassed. These tears are love, pure and simple.

“We love you too,” you whisper, your voice thick with emotion, barely more than a breath, but it carries every ounce of everything you’re feeling right now.

His thumb brushes gently over your cheek, a small but profound gesture, as if he’s trying to wipe away the tears, but you both know they’re not tears of sadness—they’re tears of love, of an overwhelming gratitude that you can’t express with words. They’re tears that come from the realization that, despite everything—despite the uncertainty, the changes, the challenges—you’ve built something unbreakable together. You’ve created a family. And in this moment, everything feels right.

Juraj pulls you closer then, his arms wrapping around you with a strength that feels like home, a protection that only he can provide. His hands cradle you gently, but with such a quiet force, like he’s holding not just you, but everything you’ve created. The baby. The future. The life ahead.

And as you rest your head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear, you know without a shadow of a doubt that this is home. This is where you belong. There’s a peace in your soul that you’ve never known before, a certainty that no matter what comes, you will face it together.

[cailinsblog]

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.

[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?”

[nhlclover]

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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‘WHAT IF?’ WITH STELLA HUGHES ; A SPINOFF

🎸 ━━━ ‘𝔀hat if?’ is a 𝒶lternate universe where STELLA HUGHES and rutger mcgroarty 𝓷ever got together . it’s a interactive 𝓐U where you can send any ideas that you have for 𝓈tella that couldn’t happen in the main 𝓪u here are some examples ‘stella and mark estapa going on a date’ ‘stella going to bc instead of umich’ etc. it can be about whatever get creative , it’s 𝓷ot canon at all to the main 𝓪u.

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stella as a full time singer

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stella drafted into the nhl

older sister stella

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[bedards-bunnie]

Reassurance Never Hurt ❄️🐰

Pairing: Juraj Slafkovsky x Reader Content: Comfort, Snuggling, Body positivity Summary: Reader feels insecure about her weight...Juraj comforts her Word Count: 1.5k Notes: I hope you enjoy..please interact if you did, feedback is appreciated! 💗

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The sound of the television filled the room as you sat on opposite ends of the couch, the glow from the screen illuminating Juraj’s face. His hair was slightly messy, and there was a hint of exhaustion in his expression after the game earlier. Despite that, he was smiling, the corners of his lips twitching upward whenever he laughed at the cheesy dialogue on the screen.

You couldn’t help but glance over at him every time he laughed. His smile; it was perfect. Bright, white, sharp teeth…and that chiseled jawline? It had you melting, no matter how much you tried to resist it. Everything about him was perfect.

Suddenly, his foot poked at your leg, jolting you from your thoughts. “You’re so far away. Get over here,” he said, his voice low and soft, thick with that accent that made everything he said sound ten times more exciting

The two of you weren’t dating, not officially anyway, but you weren’t strangers either. You two were simply acquaintances with an extreme connection to each other. 

“You want me to come over there? Where?” You laughed, trying to play it off as if your heart wasn’t pounding in your chest. “You’re taking up the whole side of the couch!”

He leaned back slightly, patting his chest with his hands, the fabric of his compression shirt clinging to his figure. “Right here. On my chest, дрско девојче.”

His offer was tempting; so, so tempting, but your insecurities held you back. What if you crushed him? Sure, he was used to being thrown around and checked into boards by 200 pound grown men, but something about this felt different. More intimate. And for some reason, you couldn’t shake the irrational fear that you’d be the one to somehow break him.

“Y/N?” His voice broke through your thoughts again, softer this time, but still strong. His expression softened as he tilted his head slightly, his hair falling into his eyes. “Si pekné dievča vo sne,” he murmured, chuckling at your wide eyed reaction. He patted his chest again, his lips curving into a teasing smile. “Come.”

You bit your lip unsure, your gaze shifting to the TV as if it could somehow save you. “Slaf… I can’t,” you finally admitted, your voice quieter now. Guilt crept into your tone, but honestly was important to you.

His brows furrowed slightly and  he looked genuinely concerned. “Why not?” he asked, leaning forward, his voice still soft but a little more serious now. “You think you’ll hurt me?” He laughed quietly, shaking his head. “I’ve been hit by pucks, sticks, and men twice your size. You? You couldn’t hurt me if you tried.”

You felt your cheeks flush, heat rushing to your face as you fidgeted with the hem of your Montreal jersey. “It’s not that, it’s just…” You trailed off, not even sure how to explain your irrational fear. 

“Just what?” he pressed gently, his eyes never leaving yours.

You hesitated, your words catching in your throat. But then his hand reached our for yours. “You don’t have to be shy with me, дрско девојче,” he murmured, his tone carrying a note of encouragement. “I want you here.”

Those words were enough to tear away at the wall of doubt you’d built around yourself. Slowly, almost cautiously, you shifted closer to him. His arm immediately wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you against his chest where he wanted you.

“There,” he said, his voice low and content as he rested his chin on the top of your head. “See? No problem.” 

You could hear his heartbeat which was quick due to your proximity. You felt as if yours would jump out of your chest at any time as well. Juraj took a deep breath to calm himself, the rise and fall of his chest comforting against your body.

“Juraj?” you mumbled after a few moments of silence, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Hmm?” he hummed, his fingers tracing circles on your arm.

“Thank you,” you said softly, though you weren’t even sure what exactly you were thanking him for. For being patient? For understanding? For making you feel like you belonged there, right next to him?

He didn’t say anything right away, but his grip around you tightened ever so slightly, and when he finally spoke, his voice was so soft you almost didn’t catch it.

“Always, dievča moje. Always.”

The sound of the television droned on, fading into the background as the two of you sat close, the space between you finally gone. His arm stayed draped over your shoulders, his warmth seeping into you and you couldn’t imagine having to move away from him. You tried to focus on the movie, but all you could hear was the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against you and the soft sounds of his breathing.

“You’re quiet,” he said after a while, his voice cutting through the silence.

You tilted your head slightly to look up at him, your face barely inches from his. “Just… thinking.”

“About what?” His eyes searched yours, curious but calm, like he had all the time in the world to figure you out.

You hesitated. It felt too vulnerable to admit the truth. The truth that you were thinking about how right this felt, about how hard it was to keep pretending that this tension between you didn’t exist. Instead, you shrugged lightly, offering a half truth. “About how you even have time to hang out after a game like that.”

His lips formed a smirk  and he leaned back, the shift pulling you even closer against him. “I make time for you,” he said simply, like it was the easiest thing in the world.

Your stomach flipped at his words, and you quickly turned your gaze back to the TV, hoping he wouldn’t notice the way your cheeks burned. But of course, he did.

“You’re blushing,” he teased, his voice dropping into something softer, more playful.

“I am not,” you shot back, glaring at him with as much seriousness as you could muster up.

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest. “You are,” he said, his fingers lightly brushing against your arm again. “It’s cute.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the word, and you bit your lip, trying to suppress a smile. “You’re a tease” you muttered, shaking your head.

“Maybe,” he admitted with a grin. “But you like me anyway.”

You didn’t deny it. How could you, when it was written all over your face? Instead, you reached for the blanket draped over the back of the couch, pulling it down to cover both of you. “You’re lucky it’s cold, or I’d make you sit on the other side again,” you said, trying to sound stern but failing miserably.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “You wouldn’t,” he said confidently.

“And why not?”

“Because you’d miss me,” he said, his tone teasing but his eyes holding something deeper, something that made your breath catch.

You opened your mouth to argue, but no words came out. He wasn’t wrong, and the knowing look on his face said he could see it too.

“See?” he said softly, his hand coming up to brush a strand of hair out of your face. His touch lingered, his fingers warm against your skin. “You like being here, with me.”

The intensity in his gaze was almost too much to handle, and you looked away, your heart pounding. “You’re so full of yourself,” you mumbled, but the words lacked any real action. Deep down you knew it wasn’t true, only a playful tease. Juraj was the most selfless person you knew. 

He laughed again, the sound softer this time. “Maybe. But only because you make it too easy.”

Silence settled over again, but it wasn’t awkward. It was comfortable, the kind of silence that didn’t need to be filled. You found yourself leaning into him more, letting your guard down little by little.

After a while, he shifted, his arm tightening around you as he adjusted his position. “You’re going to fall asleep on me,” he murmured, his tone laced with amusement.

“Maybe,” you admitted, your voice muffled against his chest.

“That’s okay,” he said, his hand moving to gently rub your back. “I don’t mind.”

You closed your eyes and nodded, letting his words wash over you. For the first time in a long time, you felt safe, like you didn’t have to pretend to be anything other than yourself.

Just as you were about to drift off, he spoke again, his voice barely above a whisper. “Y/N?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m glad you stayed tonight,” he said, his tone soft and sincere.

A small smile tugged at your lips, and you opened your eyes to look up at him. “Me too,” you whispered back.

His gaze lingered on you for a moment before he leaned down, his lips brushing against your forehead in a light kiss. “Goodnight, dievča moje,” he murmured.

Your heart swelled at the nickname, and you let your eyes close again, a sense of contentment settling over you.

“Goodnight, Juraj,” you whispered, feeling the last of your walls come down as sleep finally took over you.

[slafastri28]

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.