#montréal canadiens

[blakeswritingimagines]

Rose Tint My World

Summary: This was a small inspired idea.... that grew too much so, sorry not sorry

Warnings: Angry! Arber, Starved! Arber, Oral (on fem reader), Overstim, Dom! Arber and Sub Reader, PWP, No actual sex going on here, Cavity induced sweet ending

Word Count: 2.7k

Arber had just lost a game, leaving him feeling frustrated and upset. As you made your way home, the tension was palpable. As the car ride home continued, Arber sat in silence. His mind was clearly elsewhere, consumed by the loss he had just endured. The air was thick with tension. When you tried to make small-talk with him, he gave you only brief responses. After you arrived at your shared home, Arber said nothing, he simply walked inside. His body was tense, his muscles coiled like a spring, ready to unleash its energy at any moment. You could tell that the loss tonight had hit him harder than usual, he was looking for a release.

Once you both were inside, Arber roughly grabbed you, pulling you close to him. His hands were rough and possessive as he pushed you against the wall, his body covering yours completely. His breath was hot against your neck as he trailed his lips down to your collarbone, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. His mouth continued to explore your body, his hands roaming freely, as he moved down to your chest. He began to kiss and bite at it, his teeth tugging at the fabric of your top. All the while, his body pressed closer to yours, pinning you completely to the wall. The heat in the room was palpable, your body trembling under his touch. Despite the intensity, his movements were purposeful, calculated, as if he was trying to prove something. His lips traced along your skin, his fingers digging into your flesh with a mix of pain and pleasure.

His hands moved lower, and lower, as his mouth returned to your neck. He began to leave bite marks on your skin, his teeth grazing along the sensitive area. Your body was responding to him uncontrollably, arching against his touch, even as his hands continued their greedy exploration. Despite his aggressive actions, he took care not to hurt you. It was clear that he was struggling between his need for control and his desire to make you feel good. You could feel his desire pulsing between you both. His touch was rough, but his kisses were surprisingly tender. His breath was ragged and needy, as he began to remove your top, his hands roaming over your bare skin. His body was like a coiled spring, his muscles taut with tension. His touch was almost bruising, the intensity of his kiss leaving you breathless. His hands continued to roam over your body, as his lips nipped and sucked at your neck, his teeth leaving sensitive marks in their wake.

As he continued to move lower, he suddenly broke away, a smirk playing on his lips. He grabbed you by the hips, lifting you up easily. "You need to be on the bed for what I have planned." His voice dropped to a deep, possessive growl, as he carried you towards the bedroom. As he carried you he nibbled your ear as he carried you into the bedroom, shutting the door behind you. As he dropped you on the bed, he immediately moved on top of you. He grabbed your legs, pulling you towards the edge of the bed, so your lower half was hanging slightly off the edge. His hands roamed up your legs, stopping at your thighs, as he took in the sight before him. He gave you a wolfish grin, before he moved down your body, his lips trailing down your stomach, past your hips and down to your thighs as he easily held your legs spread open for himself. You gasp as Arber's strong grip pulls your legs apart, leaving you precariously balanced on the edge of the mattress. Your heart races as his skilled mouth explores every inch of your skin, sending shivers down your spine as he continued to undress you. "Oh god, Arber…" You moan, arching your back and pushing your hips up slightly to meet his eager touch. You glance down at him, your bodies intertwined, and feel a surge of desire mixed with a hint of vulnerability as you knew this was his way of getting out the loss of the game tonight. "Show me what else you've got planned for the night."

As Arber's tongue traced circles around your sensitive navel, you couldn't help but let out a soft whimper. The combination of his warm breath and skillful touches had you squirming under his ministrations. Arber looked up at you through hooded eyes, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Patience, love," he purred, before diving back in, his tongue dipping lower to tease the crease where your thigh met your groin. "I plan to make you forget all about that disappointing game you had to see." He nuzzled his face against your inner thigh, inhaling deeply. "Mmm, you smell divine. I could feast on you all night long." With that, he began to kiss and lick his way along your most intimate area, his fingers gently spreading your folds apart as he prepared to worship your pussy with his talented mouth. Your body trembles as Arber's hot breath washes over your most sensitive flesh, the anticipation building with each passing second. When his tongue makes contact, you cry out in pleasure, your head falling back against the pillows as waves of ecstasy crash over you. "Arber… oh fuck, yes!" You moan loudly, unable to contain yourself as he devours you hungrily. His fingers expertly part your slick folds, allowing his tongue to delve deeper, lapping at your clit and probing your entrance with reckless abandon. You're completely lost in the sensation, your mind hazy with lust as you grind against his face, seeking more friction. "Don't stop, please don't ever stop," you beg, your voice strained with need.

Arber's eyes fluttered shut in bliss as he savored the taste of your arousal coating his tongue. He doubled his efforts, determined to bring you to the brink of climax and beyond. His fingers curled inward, rubbing that sweet spot deep inside you while his thumb circled your clit in rapid succession. The wet sounds of his oral assault filled the room, mingling with your wanton moans and pleas for more. As he felt your body begin to tense and quake, signaling your impending orgasm, Arber redoubled his efforts. He sucked hard on your clit, his nose brushing against your swollen lips as he worked you mercilessly toward release. Just when you thought you might pass out from the intensity, he plunged two fingers knuckle-deep into your dripping channel, curling them just so to hit that magic spot that made stars explode behind your eyelids. Your entire world narrows to the exquisite sensations Arber is inflicting upon you, every nerve ending alight with electric pleasure. The dual assault of his fingers and tongue pushes you closer and closer to the edge, until finally, you crest the peak with a scream of ecstasy. Your body convulses wildly, your inner walls clenching rhythmically around Arber's plunging fingers as wave after wave of intense orgasms crashes over you. "Arber! Oh my god, yes!" You thrash beneath him, your hips bucking erratically as you ride out the aftershocks. When it's finally over, you collapse back onto the bed, panting heavily, your chest heaving with exertion. You gaze down at Arber with glazed, adoring eyes, still reeling from the force of your climax.

Arber's relentless pursuit of your pleasure continues unabated as he brings you to the pinnacle once more. After a brief respite, he returns to his task, his tongue delving back into your drenched folds with unbridled enthusiasm. You can barely catch your breath, still trembling from the aftermath of your previous climax, yet Arber shows no signs of slowing down. He feasts on you with single-minded devotion, his fingers teasing and stroking your sensitive flesh in tandem with his oral attentions. The sheer intensity of his focus on your pleasure is overwhelming, leaving you helpless to resist the tide of ecstasy he's stirring within you. Before long, you find yourself hurtling toward another shattering orgasm, your cries echoing through the room as Arber works his magic once again. "Yes, Arber, right there! Don't stop!" After bringing you to a third intense orgasm, Arber finally lifts his head, his lips glistening with your juices. "Fuck, you taste incredible," he growls, his eyes dark with desire as he gazes up at you. "I could eat this sweet cunt all day, every day." He crawls up your body, claiming your mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue plundering depths as his hardness presses insistently against your thigh. Breaking the kiss, he pants against your lips as tonight's loss was all but forgotten along with a dull ache in his jaw. "I think you can give me another. You can do that for me, right?"

You return Arber's passionate kiss with equal fervor, the taste of yourself on his tongue only fueling your own desire. As he positions himself between your thighs once more, you wrap your legs around his waist, eagerly welcoming him back to your core. "Anything for you, Arber," you whisper, your voice husky with need. "Take whatever you want." With those words, you surrender to the hunger burning in his eyes, ready to be consumed by his unrelenting passion. Your body arches as he sinks into you, his thick length stretching and filling you to the brim. The feeling of being so thoroughly claimed sends a jolt of pure pleasure through you, and you know this is where you belong - wrapped in Arber's arms, lost in the heat of their shared desire. "Make me yours." Arber settles between your thighs, his broad shoulders providing a solid anchor that your legs rest upon as he dips his head to resume his sensual assault. His tongue glides effortlessly through your slick folds, savoring every drop of your essence. You tangle your fingers in his hair, holding him close as he worships your most intimate places with unrestrained ardor. Each lap of his tongue, each gentle suckle on your sensitive clit, sends ripples of pleasure coursing through your body. You can feel the tension building anew, your muscles coiling in anticipation of the inevitable climax. "Arber, please," you breathe, your voice a desperate plea.

Arber's response is immediate, his tongue delving deeper, probing and caressing your innermost recesses with increasing urgency. He adds a finger, pumping it slowly in time with his oral ministrations, driving you higher with each stroke. The combination of his mouth and hand working in harmony proves too much, and you're sent careening over the edge once more. Your back bows off the bed as a keening wail escapes your lips, your vision whiting out from the intensity of your release. Through it all, Arber holds fast, his mouth never leaving your throbbing sex as he milks you of every last tremor, prolonging your pleasure until you're spent and quivering in the aftermath. Finally, he withdraws, licking his lips clean of your juices as he gazes up at you with a smug, satisfied grin. Time seemed to lose all meaning as Arber continued his relentless onslaught, refusing to let you catch your breath between orgasms. Even as your body trembled and spasmed from the sheer intensity of the previous climax, he persisted, driving you higher and higher once again. You were lost in a haze of pleasure, your mind foggy and your senses overwhelmed by the constant stimulation. Arber's tongue danced across your sensitive flesh, teasing and prodding until you were writhing in desperation, begging for mercy even as you pleaded for more.

Despite the exhaustion creeping into your limbs, you found yourself grinding against his face, chasing the elusive high that only he could provide. "Arber… please… I can't take anymore," you whimpered, your voice hoarse from screaming. Arber ignored your feeble protests, too consumed by his own hunger for you to relent. He lapped at your quivering sex, savoring the tangy flavor of your arousal mixed with the remnants of your recent several releases. His fingers delved deep, stroking that magical spot within you that never failed to send you spiraling into ecstasy. He could feel your muscles tensing once more, preparing for another climax. With a low growl of satisfaction, Arber focused all his attention on your throbbing clit, sucking and nibbling until you were sobbing with pleasure. Just when you thought you might break, he thrust his tongue inside you, fucking you with it as his fingers worked their magic. The combination proved too much, and you shattered into what felt like a million pieces, your orgasm ripping through you with the force of a hurricane. The sheer intensity of your climax left you boneless and spent, your body limp and twitching in the aftermath. Arber's relentless pursuit of your pleasure had pushed you to new heights, each orgasm blending seamlessly into the next until you'd lost all sense of time and reality. As you floated in the calm sea of post-coital bliss, you became dimly aware of Arber's gentle kisses trailing up your trembling thighs, his fingers slowly withdrawing from your sensitive depths.

He crawled up your body, claiming your lips in a tender, loving kiss that spoke volumes about his affection for you. "You're incredible," he murmured against your mouth, his eyes shining with adoration. "I could spend eternity worshipping this perfect body of yours." As the last echoes of your shared passion faded away, Arber cradled you in his arms, holding you close as if afraid to let go. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in the scent of your skin, now infused with the musky aroma of sex. "You have no idea how much I needed that," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "After a game like tonight, losing to those bastards…" You wrap your arms around Arber, holding him tight as you both bask in the afterglow of your passionate encounter. The tension and frustration from the game seem to melt away, replaced by a deep sense of connection and understanding between you. "I know exactly how you feel," you murmur, stroking his hair soothingly. "But sometimes, all it takes is a little distraction to put things into perspective." You press a gentle kiss to his forehead, feeling a swell of affection for this man who knows just how to soothe your soul. "And I'm always happy to be that distraction for you, Arber."

Arber's heart swelled with gratitude and love at your words. He pulled back slightly to look into your eyes, his gaze searching and sincere. "You're more than just a distraction, love," he said softly. "You're my anchor, my safe haven. Whenever life gets chaotic, you're the one I turn to." He brushed a stray lock of hair from your face, his fingertips grazing your cheek. "I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I promise to cherish and protect you always." With that, he sealed his vow with a deep, passionate kiss, pouring all his feelings into the embrace. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as Arber's heartfelt declaration washes over you, filling you with warmth and happiness. You return his kiss with equal fervor, pouring your own love and devotion into the embrace. As you break apart, you gaze into his eyes, seeing the depth of his emotions reflected back at you. "You didn't do anything to deserve me," you whisper, smiling through your tears. "It's the other way around - I'm the lucky one to have you in my life." You cup his face in your hands, drawing him in for another tender kiss. "Forever and always, Arber. That's my promise to you." Arber's vision blurred with unshed tears as he gazed at you, his heart overflowing with joy and gratitude. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, holding you close as if trying to absorb your very essence. "Forever and always," he repeated, the words vibrating with sincerity. "I'll spend every day proving my love for you, showing you just how precious you are to me." He tilted your chin up, capturing your lips in a slow, sensual kiss that promised a lifetime of passion and devotion. As they broke apart, Arber smiled, his eyes shining with adoration. "Now, how about we celebrate our forever with another round?" He waggled his eyebrows playfully, already moving to position himself between your thighs once more.

[flaticeball]

a jew review of: nhl team happy hanukkah posts

good evening and chag sameach to my hanukkah-celebrating pals out there on hockeyblr. today i bring you: a non-comprehensive and entirely subjective review from one (1) jewish hockey fan of the graphics posted by various nhl teams in celebration of the first night tonight. i definitely missed some, and some teams didn't post any at all, so it's a bit patchwork. here we go.

vancouver canucks: this is an extremely serviceable graphic. love the blurred dreidels to give the effect that they are spinning. very funny. props for the detail that there is a shadow of the menorah on the ice. straightforward. icemenorah is a themeTM but some did it better than others and this is a classic. 7/10

post continues under the cut for the sake of your dash and mine.

carolina hurricanes: obsessed with what the canes have done here though i cannot comprehend it. the weird techno style textured background. the out of focus magen david around. THE HURRICANES. IN HEBREW. WITH THE LITTLE CANES LOGO THING I FORGET THE NAME OF ON THE HEI? INCREDIBLE. points for creativity. overall baffling vibes. 6/10.

pittsburgh penguins: this is just adorable. you hired someone to draw this. spectacular work, guys. it's giving a bit of 'we browsed the target hanukkah deco section for inspo' but it's too adorable for me to care. it's team themed, it's hockey themed, it's holiday appropriate. love everything going on here. they get points for doing what very few other teams are doing and remembering this is night one, so only one candle is lit. most everyone else is getting a bit a head of themselves. 9/10.

washington capitals: and here we have another edition of the icemenorah, with a minimalist twist. this graphic screams 'oh fuck wait is that tonight' which to be fair is also how i, a jew, felt about realizing tonight was the first night of hanukkah. could'a done more, but it's perfectly fine. 6/10.

new jersey devils: this fucks. it's got devils themes. it's got a cool style. it's got vibes. it's got: more hockey stick menorahs which i am always excited about. that shamash candle is a graphic design nightmare but other than that i am all on board. 8/10

vegas golden knights: i love the gold foil effect and that you remembered there was more to hanukkah than candles, that's nice, as is involving the other affiliates! however. where are the vibes. this is not the vgk wishes you a chag sameach, this is a greeting card i got on etsy. 6/10 just bc i KNOW you can do better. where's the neon, babes.

los angeles kings: oh this is fun. it's icemenorah: WITH A TWIST. the art style is cute, it's got plenty of hockey theme, it's also very obviously LA-y, i'm giving them points for this one. the shadow is insane but that's okay, it's ~stylistic. it's cute. 7/10. UPDATE: definitely AI. boo hiss. 0/10.

montréal canadiens: this is probably my favourite for sheer vibes. you got: levitating icemenorah. you got: action-shot candle lighting. you got: remembering this is night ONE. you got: the implication that the torch is the shamash candle????? you got: JOYEUSE HANOUKKA!!!!!!!! (and like happy hanukkah or whatever i guess). obsessed. it's so funny. it's amazing. 9/10.

[lam-ila]

It’s all just fun and games, right?

[dearstvckyx]

𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗒 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗋𝗌 masterlist ｡𖦹°‧

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[inspectorseb]

I need this footage NOW

[rustybear]

Jakub Dobeš gets his first career shutout in his debut NHL appearance - MTL vs. FLA 28/12/2024

[514hockey]

I’m gonna be so sad if Jake Evans gets traded.

More importantly, Nick is gonna be soooooo sad if Jake Evans gets traded.

Don’t do this to us, HuGo. Please.

[nationalhammerleague]

Can you hit Arber xhekaj REALLY REALLY hard with a hammer pls

hitting arber xhekaj with hammer

[lululover2001]

Montréal, canada LGBTQ+

[enlightining]

cole caufield it seems I’ve grown quite fond of you tho there are no sexual urges or desires you come to me as a long lost friend whom I once picked apples with in papa’s orchard

[blakeswritingimagines]

Thick Thighs Are My Demise (Kinktober)

Word Count: 2.2k

Cole was head over heels for you. He adored you and thought you were perfect just the way you were. You happened to be on the plus size but he didn't care at all. He thought you were absolutely gorgeous, and he made it obvious by the way he treated you. He would open doors for you, pull out your chairs, and treat you like a princess. Every day he would shower you with love and tell you how beautiful you were. Cole was typing on his computer at your shared apartment, trying to finish up some work when something in the corner of his eye caught his attention. There you were walking around in your thigh-high socks, looking absolutely amazing. They were always his weakness, and he couldn't take his eyes off you. "You know, wearing those around the house isn't really fair." You heard Cole's low voice coming from the computer and turned to see him staring at you with a cheeky grin. You couldn't help but smile and sauntered over, swaying your hips and drawing his attention to you again. You loved the way he reacted when you wore your thigh-high socks, and tonight you were wearing his favorite pair. "Not fair?" You asked innocently. "Why's that, baby?"

Cole watched as you sauntered over, his eyes drinking in every curve of your body. The way you moved in those thigh-highs was mesmerizing. When you reached him, he pulled you onto his lap so you straddled him. His hands slid up your thighs, caressing the soft skin. "It's not fair because you know exactly what they do to me," he murmured huskily against your neck before placing a trail of kisses along your jawline. "I can barely focus on my work when you're prancing around looking irresistible." Cole pulled back slightly to look into your eyes, his own dark with desire. "But I think we both know I'd never last that long with you, sweetheart. Your body is too tempting, these sexy socks too distracting…" He slid one hand down to cup your ass through the thin fabric, giving it a firm squeeze. His hands continued their exploration, one hand cupping your breast through your shirt while the other dipped below the waistband of your shorts. "And I don't think I want to focus on anything else right now except worshipping this sexy body of yours." Your breath hitched as you felt the heat of his eyes on your body. As he pulled you onto his lap, you felt his hard length pressing against you, and you couldn't help but let out a slight moan. You loved the way he talked to you, his sweet words making you melt. As his hands started to explore you, you leaned forward, brushing your lips teasingly against his ear. "Worship me?" You whispered, your voice low and husky. You felt his hand on your bottom and sighed, enjoying the roughness as he squeezed. "How exactly do you plan on worshipping me?"

Cole groaned softly as you brushed your lips against his ear, your hot breath sending shivers down his spine. He loved it when you got playful like this. "Oh, I have plenty of ideas," he purred, his voice deep and full of promise. One hand slid under your shirt, his fingers skimming across your smooth skin until he reached the clasp of your bra. With deft movements, he unhooked it and tossed it aside along with your shirt, freeing your breasts. "First, I'm going to worship these perfect tits of yours." Cole took a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardened peak as his hand kneaded your other breast. He lavished each one with attention, sucking and licking until you were writhing in his lap. His other hand slipped inside your shorts, finding your slick folds. A gasp escaped your lips as Cole's warm mouth enveloped your sensitive nipple, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. You arched your back, pushing more of yourself into his touch, craving more of that delicious sensation. His skilled tongue and lips worked magic on your breasts, leaving you breathless and aching for more. As his hand delved into your shorts, you felt his fingers brush against your clit, making you quiver. "Cole…oh god," you whimpered, your hips bucking instinctively against his hand. Your body was already responding eagerly to his touch, your arousal building rapidly. You tangled your fingers in his hair, holding him close to your chest as he continued to lavish attention on your breasts. "Please…I need more," you begged, your voice thick with desire. Cole growled in response to your plea, his actions becoming more urgent. He released your nipple from his mouth with a wet pop, trailing kisses down your stomach as he hooked his fingers inside your shorts, sliding them lower on your hips. His thumb found your clit again, rubbing circles around it as his fingers teased your entrance. "What do you need, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice a mix of concern and lust. He wanted to make sure you were enjoying this as much as he was, wanted to hear you beg for him.

Your hips rolled against his hand, seeking more friction, more pressure. "I need you inside me," you breathed out, your words tinged with desperation. "Please, Cole, fuck me. I'm so wet for you, baby." As you spoke, you reached between your bodies, fumbling with the button of his jeans, eager to free his cock. You needed to feel him, all of him, stretching and filling you up. Once you managed to get his zipper down, you slid your hand inside, wrapping your fingers around his thick shaft. He was hard and hot in your grasp, pulsing with need. "I want this big dick buried deep in my pussy," you panted, stroking him slowly. "Fuck me hard, Cole. Make me scream your name." Cole's breath caught at your words, his cock throbbing in your grip. He loved when you took charge like this and demanded what you wanted. It only turned him on more. With a hungry growl, he dropped to his knees, tugging your shorts and panties down your legs in one swift motion but leaving the thigh-highs on. He spread your thighs wide, exposing your dripping sex to his gaze. "Fuck, you're soaked," he rasped, burying his face between your legs. His tongue darted out, lapping at your slit before focusing on your clit. He suckled the sensitive bud, flicking it with the tip of his tongue as his thumbs parted your folds, allowing him better access. Cole ate you out with gusto, his mouth and tongue working tirelessly to bring you to the edge. Your back arched as Cole's talented tongue assaulted your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You threaded your fingers through his hair, holding him close as he devoured your pussy. His suction and flicks had you seeing stars, your hips rocking against his face in search of more contact. "Yes, yes, just like that!" you cried out, your voice high and needy. The combination of his mouth on your clit and his thumbs spreading your lips had you teetering on the brink of climax. "Don't stop, Cole! I'm gonna come!" With a final thrust of his tongue, you tumbled over the edge, your orgasm crashing through you in intense waves. You rode out the pleasure, moaning loudly as your juices coated Cole's chin.

Cole didn't relent even as you came undone beneath him, continuing to lick and suckle your spasming flesh until your tremors subsided. He savored the taste of your release, relishing in the knowledge that he'd driven you wild. Finally, he lifted his head, kissing a path up your stomach to your breasts, still swollen and sensitive from his earlier attentions. He took a nipple into his mouth once more, nursing it gently as his hands roamed your curves. "Mmm, you taste incredible, baby," he murmured against your skin, his voice husky with satisfaction. "Now, about getting that cock of mine inside you…" With a wicked grin, Cole stood, pulling you up with him. He quickly shed his clothes, revealing his impressive erection, then spun you around to face the desk. "Bend over, sweetheart." Still reeling from the intensity of your orgasm, you complied with Cole's command, bending over the desk and bracing your hands on the surface. The position exposed your dripping pussy to him, and you felt his heated gaze on your backside. "Look at that pretty pink hole, so wet and ready for me," he praised, running a finger through your slick folds. You felt him position himself behind you, the head of his cock nudging your entrance. "I'm going to fill you up so good, baby," he promised, his voice low and gravelly with lust. With a powerful thrust, he sank into you, stretching and claiming you in one smooth stroke. You cried out at the sudden invasion, your walls clenching around him as he filled you completely. "Fuck, you feel amazing," Cole groaned at the tight, velvety heat of your pussy enveloping his cock. He paused for a moment, savoring the feeling, before starting to move. Slow, deliberate thrusts at first, driving into you inch by inch, giving you time to adjust to his size. But soon, his rhythm quickened, hips snapping forward as he claimed you harder and faster. "Take it, baby, take every fucking inch," he grunted, one hand gripping your hip while the other snaked around to rub your clit. The dual stimulation had you seeing stars, your inner muscles fluttering and clenching around him. Cole pounded into you relentlessly, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room. "You like that, don't you? Being fucked hard and deep?"

"Yes, oh god yes!" you wailed, your voice muffled against the desk as Cole's relentless pace drove you wild. Each deep thrust hit your sweet spot perfectly, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your veins. His rough handling only added to the frenzy, the slap of his hips against your ass punctuating every word. "Harder, Cole, please! Fuck me harder!" You pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor, desperate for more of that exquisite friction. Your clit throbbed under his fingers, begging for attention, and you felt another climax building, this one potentially more explosive than the last. "I'm gonna come again, Cole! Don't stop, don't you dare stop!" Cole doubled his efforts, hammering into you with abandon as he felt your impending orgasm approaching. He circled your clit faster, applying more pressure, wanting nothing more than to push you over the edge. "That's it, baby, let go. Come all over my cock," he urged, his own release barreling towards him. Your cries of ecstasy spurred him on, each sound music to his ears. He could feel your pussy tightening around him, squeezing his shaft like a vise as you neared your peak. "Come on, give it to me. Soak my dick with your cum," he commanded, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own climax. One final twist of your clit sent you hurtling into oblivion, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave.

Your world shattered into a million pieces as your orgasm ripped through you, stealing the breath from your lungs. Wave after wave of pure bliss crashed over you, leaving you boneless and trembling in its wake. Your pussy clenched rhythmically around Cole's pistoning cock, milking him for all he was worth. "Cole, fuck, I'm coming!" you screamed, your voice raw and ragged. Through the haze of pleasure, you felt him swell inside you, his movements growing erratic as he chased his own release. With a guttural groan, he slammed into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he emptied himself deep within your spasming channel. His hot seed painted your insides, marking you as his in the most primal way possible. Cole collapsed against your back, both of you gasping for air as the aftershocks of your shared climax rippled through your bodies. He peppered your neck and shoulders with soft kisses, murmuring praise and endearments against your sweat-dampened skin. "God, that was incredible," he breathed, nuzzling your hair. "You're amazing. I love you so much." Gently, he eased out of you, his softened cock slipping free with a gush of combined fluids. He helped you stand straight, turning you to face him and capturing your lips in a tender kiss. "I hope you know how lucky I am to have you," he murmured against your mouth. "I never want to be without you. You're my everything." As Cole held you close, his warmth seeping into your chilled skin, you felt a profound sense of contentment wash over you. In his arms, everything else faded away, leaving only the two of you entwined in perfect harmony. You returned his kiss with equal passion, pouring all your love and devotion into the embrace. When you finally broke apart, you rested your forehead against his, your eyes locked on his adoring gaze. "And I'm the luckiest person alive to have you," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "You make me feel seen, heard, and understood in ways no one else ever has. I love you, Cole, now and forever." A single tear tracked down your cheek, but there was no sorrow in it – only joy and gratitude for this man who had captured your heart so thoroughly.

[shy4turcs]

OH LORD

THE COLE CONTENT TODAY HAS BEEN SO YUMMY

[lam-ila]

C’EST L’HEURE DE FAIRE PARTY PATTY

IT’S PARTY PATTY TIME

12.03.24

[dearstvckyx]

how the hockey boys would react to you wearing their jersey for the first time as their girlfriend

Cole Caufield

cole would only be able to catch a glimpse of you in the crowd, he sees you are wearing a canadiens jersey but not who’s.

he sees you taking pictures with you friend and knows your gonna post them on instagram or at least to your story.

when they go back to the locker room after the first period he instantly grabs his phone to see if you posted, and you did to your story.

he hesitates a bit and finally clicks the story and sees a photo of you facing towards the rink and the name Caufield and the number 22 staring back at him.

cole would immediately feel a rush of pride seeing you in his jersey. It's a symbol of your support for him and his career.

his heart would likely be beating faster than normal. he also starts blushing to the point the guys on the team start teasing him.

he’d probably be unable to keep the wide grin off his face during the rest of the game.

when he scores a goal he’ll point towards you mouthing the words, “my good luck charm right there”

Jack Hughes

jack would feel a sense of pride seeing you in his jersey, he would definitely start bragging

he would be surprised but happy, as he didn't expect you to be wearing his jersey. since you were sitting with other wags he thought you would dress formal or something.

he’ll definitely show off on the rink to impress you more, which ends up with luke teasing the hell out of him

when the games over, with the devils having won 7-2 against the Kings he’s the first to change out of his gear and ignore the interviewees to find you

when he does he spins you around to see his name and number on your back

he then makes you promise to always wearing his jerseys whenever you come to a game.

Jamie Drysdale

jamie’s heart would skip a beat the moment he caught sight of you in the crowd, proudly wearing his jersey.

he’d be shocked at first but then turn cocky and showing you off to his teammates and his coach or equipment people.

when the game starts he’s showing off every-chance he gets.

after every goal that he makes he ALWAYS points to you.

he’ll literally start talking to the opponents telling them “my girls here, its her first game and shes wearing MY jersey”

when the games over his team has one 6-3 which half of those goals being from jamie.

once you two reunite he’s taking a picture and sending it to his groupchat that consists of him, trevor, cole, alex, jack, luke and quinn.

is literally rambling about you in the groupchat. it finally got to the point where jack kicked him out.

(don’t worry trevor ended up adding him back)

Luke Hughes

jack would point you out to luke. his eyes would instantly light up when he sees you and he’d have the biggest grin on his face.

he’d feel a sense of pride wash over him. seeing you wearing his jersey would make him feel like you're really his.

he would likely be quite flustered and blush a little, not used to seeing you in his clothes.

seeing you in his jersey would make him think of all the times you've supported him and been there for him. from high school to umich to the pro league.

he’d definitely make a point to tell you how good you look in his jersey. he’d make sure you know that he loves seeing you in it (take that how you want).

made you promise to wear his number all the time, but you ended up getting your friend to make a custom one with devils and canucks colors/logo alongside quinn jacks and lukes number.

Mitch Marner

he’d feel a sense of pride, seeing you in his jersey.

he’d definitely pull you in for a tight hug, not able to contain his joy.

he might tease you a little, saying something like, "It looks better on you than it does on me."

he’d have a soft look in his eyes, clearly touched by your show of support.

he’d probably show you off to his teammates, proudly declaring, "that’s my girl!” and when you leave the locker room some of the guys are teasing him about you.

he’d might snap a picture of you wearing his jersey after the game wanting to capture the moment (and maybe make it his lockerscreen)

he’d definitely feel loved, seeing you proudly wearing his jersey.

Nico Hischier

he wouldn't be able to hide the smile that slowly spreads across his face as he takes in the sight of you wearing it.

he would feel a mixture of pride and affection. it’s one thing for him to see his fans wearing his jersey, but it's an entirely different feeling to see his girlfriend wearing it.

nico might tease you a bit, just to see you get all flustered. joking that the jersey looks better on you than it does on him. but behind the teasing, he would genuinely be thrilled that you're wearing it.

he would probably take a picture of you in his jersey, sending it to the devils group chat showing you off.

would mumble in his language about how “pretty” and “cute” you look

always asks you if your coming to a game and if your wearing his jersey

and if you wanna know what happens when you wear anothers teammates jersey well… try it and find out 😉😉

Quinn Hughes

he would feel a surge of pride and affection seeing you represent not just him but his team as well.

he’d be slightly taken aback initially, as he wasn't expecting to see you in his jersey. he’d try to play it cool, but the surprise and happiness in his eyes would give him away. (which results in his teammates and the fans questioning why he’s so happy)

he’d have a constant smile on his face for the rest of the day, unable to hide how much he loves seeing you in his jersey.

would get you every type of jersey with his last name and number just for you to wear every game and when just random days when your shopping or getting your nails or hair done.

would call his mom bragging about it (cause let’s be honest quinns the type to gossip with ellen 😭)

definitely takes a photo when your not looking and makes it both his homescreen, lockscreen and your contact photo.

Trevor Zegras

doesn’t even know your coming to his game and when he sees you he would be surprised, at first.

the surprise would quickly turn into a wide grin, clearly pleased with the sight.

he’d would pull out his phone immediately to snap a picture, before he goes out wanting to remember the moment.

he’d tease you lightly, joking about how you're his number one fan now. even going as far as saying, “let me guess, you have a fan account for me”. (he’d definitely become cocky)

trevor would insist on showing you off to his teammates, pointing you out to the crowd when he’s on the bench. and when he’s on the ice he’s bragging about you to his opponents.

seeing you in his jersey would remind him of his feelings for you, making him fall for you all over again.

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a/n: please ignore any spelling mistakes 😆 unless you see duo then please lmk 🩶

[seabsbiscuit]

BLACKEYE

~Arber Xhekaj Protecting You Imagine

You honestly didn't even know what exacly had happened. Few seconds after the face-off Arber had dropped his gloves. The guy from the other team was coming at him fast but Arber had enough experience and intuition to read his opponent, oh and unraveling rage...he had plenty of that on the ice.

The other guy got the first two good hits, Arber's helmet fell down on the floor and you instantly got up from your seat behind the bench of the Habs. It sure wasn't the first time that you've seen Arber fight, happened every other week. But everytime his head was left unprotected you felt yourself getting more and more nervous, you reached to the front to grab Juraj's shoulder. He looked around and gave you an encouraging nod.

Just in that moment a noise went through the crowd in the rafters. Your eyes went back from Juraj to the rink. Arber had lifted the other guy up and threw him on the ice. He let out a few cuss words before independently making his way to the penalty box.

*

After the game was over you made your way to the hallway the team would pass. You high fived a few guys and Kaiden gave you a quick hug as he knew how much nerves Arber's fights cost you sometimes.

And last he came, one of his knuckles bleeding and one of his eyes bruised. You reached for his hand and he grabbed you and pulled you close placing a tender kiss on your lips "Just another day at the office babe", he whispered. "I'm proud of you", you answered with a long kiss in return.

And you really were, because as much as he threw his gloves away on the ice, you had never seen Arber loose his temper off of it. He was calm and gentle and you always felt safe with him. He was your rock and you could always count on him.

"I'll see you in a bit.", he grinned down on you. "Yeah go and get a shower", you laughed as you ran your hands through his wet and sweaty hair.

You watched him walk down to the Habs lockerroom and let out a sigh, happy that the nerve-wrecking part of the day was over.

Now you had a bit of time left until you and Arber would drive home, so you decided to go and get you some nachos while you waited. You loved them and Arber loved to eat the rest as he was always hungry after a game. There was still a bit of a queue so you needed to wait a bit.

Just as your food was almost ready you heard running footsteps behind you. It was Kaiden, almost out of breath "You gotta come, Arber got into a fight." You didn't understand "Wha-" but Kaiden just grabbed you by the arm and dragged you with him.

When you came there the tension was still high. Arber was being held back by Juraj and Josh on one side of the hallway while the other guy, the guy who Arber had thrown on the ice, was held back by some of his teammates on the other side. They were shouting and calling each other names while you could hear their teammates trying to calm them down.

You had never seen that look on Arber's face. Never. There was a little bit of blood on his cheek, right beneath the already bruised eye. The other guy held his head and stumbled a bit while still shouting at Arber.

Juraj and Josh finally ended the situation and Juraj shoved Arber, whose fists were still clenched into a room while Josh hissed a last few words towards the other guys until they left as well.

Kaiden and you went in as well. "Talk to him.", Juraj said. And they both left.

Arber was sitting there, his leg was shaking and he was looking at floor. You sat down beside him and placed a hand on the back of his head. "What happened ?"

He looked to you, eyes piercing straight to your soul. You could still see all the tension boiling inside of him. And you could see sadness.

"Arber what did he do ? I've never seen you get into fights off the ice. Never." you were honestly shocked. And you knew that the other guys had been just as shocked. Otherwise Kaiden wouldn't have come running and Josh wouldn't have gotten involved and Juraj wouldn't have been so serious.

Arber got up and turned himself away from you "He said something bad about you. I told him to shut up, but he didn't. I warned him again but he kept calling you names and then I lost it."

You walked over to him and turned him around to face you. All the rage in his eyes was gone, he looked at you like a hurt puppy and pulled your head on his chest, holding you close "I know it was stupid."

"I can't believe you did that for me.", you mumbled.