#montreal canadiens rpf

[swissboyhisch]

Outed Secret

Pairing: Cole Caufield x Hughes!Reader

Summary: You were looking forward to the summer spent at the lake house. It was even more exciting because your boyfriend was also coming.

Word Count: 1609

Warnings: Alcohol, teasing, keeping secrets and annoying brothers.

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Summer. A time when you spent days at the Lake House with your family. You and your brothers, all together under one roof, much to the horror of your parents. It was a place where you brought heaps of friends to celebrate the offseason, spending the days on the lake and drinking until sunrise.

This year, your parents decided to let the four of you have the house to yourselves, allowing you and your siblings to invite friends to enjoy the free time. You, of course, invited your best friend, knowing the summer could only get better with her by your side. It also meant you two could get up to a little mischief.

Each of your brothers invited some teammates, past and present. Luke brought some UMich boys: Dylan, Mackie, Ethan, and Mark. Jack, of course, had some of the NTDP boys coming, who were also your friends: Trevor, Alex, Cole, Matt, and Patrick. Quinn mainly invited some of his Canucks teammates: Petey, Brock, and Kuzy.

Your boyfriend was among the hockey players invited to the Lake House this summer. Not that any of your brothers knew that. God, they’d all kill you. Maybe not Quinn, but especially Jack if he found out who you had been dating, let alone dating one of his best friends for the last year… Yikes.

You and your best friend, Ella, were the first to reach the Lake House. The boys were due to arrive over the next couple of days, but for now, the two of you could go shopping for a heap of food for the next couple of weeks. Oh, and alcohol. Can’t forget that. The boys would kill you.

“How many people are going to be staying here?” Ella asked as you packed the food away.

“Uh, like 15 of us, give or take,” you replied.

“And Cole is one of them,” Ella smirked, throwing a bag of chips at you. She was one of the few people, besides Cole’s teammates, who knew.

“Yes, he is arriving tomorrow. Hopefully before Jack and Luke.”

“So you can smooch,” Ella teased.

That night, the two of you shared a pizza and some drinks while sitting around the fire pit, gossiping about the year you both had had in Michigan. You didn’t know how you managed to get the fire started. July 4th was this weekend, so plans about the weekend also slipped into the conversation.

The backdoor opened, interrupting the two of you who weren’t expecting any company. There stood Cole with a huge grin on his face, his arms outstretched, knowing you would sprint to him. It happened many times when he’d pick you up at Montreal-Pierre airport. Ever the romantic, the two of you were.

“Cole!” You sprinted from the pit to the patio, throwing yourself at your boyfriend. His arms wrapped tightly around you.

“Hey baby,” Cole chuckled, holding you close. “I’ve missed you.”

After he had dumped his bags in his, Jack, and Trevor’s room, Cole joined you to snuggle by the fire. The two of you shared a fluffy blanket, and the three of you caught up. Ella had joined you on a couple of trips to Montreal because you needed a cover story. You couldn’t just tell your brothers the truth about all the trips. ‘Hey Jack, you know how I keep going to Montreal every couple of months? Well, it’s to see your best friend, who is my boyfriend.’ God, you could just imagine Jack’s reaction.

It was special waking up next to Cole that morning, taking in the body heat that wrapped around you. But the moment didn’t last long. You could hear the front doors opening and the voices of your youngest brothers. Shit. That woke you up quickly. They were way earlier than any of you expected.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Cole was too sleepy to realise who the voices belonged to. Instead, you had to shove him out of the bed. The boy groaned when he landed on the cold wood floor.

“Cole, wake the fuck up. Jack and Luke are here.”

“What?!”

“They’re here early, Cole. Get the fuck out.”

That had him scrambling for his shirt and pants, and his other things, sneaking back to his and the boys' room before Jack could make his way to it. You pretended to sleep a little more before they came to get you out of bed like they loved to do.

“What’s all the noise for?” you groaned as you walked into the hall where Jack and Cole were hugging. You rolled your eyes at your brother’s over-dramatic antics and moved to the kitchen, making sure to call out behind you. “Good to know the bromance can survive being on different teams.”

“Good morning to you too,” Jack retorted.

The day continued, filled with looks shared between you and Cole, often over your brother’s shoulder. The day was spent on the boat with a small group, just hanging out and jumping on and off the boat in the middle of the lake. As the sun set, you found yourself around the fire pit once more with a few more people than the night before. Cole sat on the other side of the fire beside Jack.

“So, sis, we’ve heard you’ve got a boyfriend?” Jack grinned at you.

“What, no?” you lied, your eyes flicking to Cole for only a split second.

Jack chuckled, “Mum accidentally let slip you had a boyfriend. You can’t lie to us now.”

“Fine, I do.”

“How did you meet him?” Luke asked.

You thought about it for a split second. How do you lie and make sure no one connects the dots? “Here in Michigan.”

“Oh nice, so you met him at college,” Jack assumed.

Luke’s eyes focused on you. He was at UMich with you and didn’t remember you ever being with a guy. “At college?”

“Uh yeah?”

“What class did you meet in?” Luke continued.

“Art history,” you lied.

Luke didn’t believe you. The look on his face screamed skepticism. As the photographer for the hockey team, you hung out with him and the team nearly all the time. He knew you wouldn’t have had time for a relationship during college.

“How was your last trip to Montreal?” Jack asked, knowing you and Ella had spent a week in Canada after officially finishing college.

“It was great,” you grinned, “We had a blast.”

“Did you two catch up?” Luke asked, turning to Cole.

Now you could lie, but your poor sweet innocent boyfriend couldn’t. He lost every game of poker. “Yeah, we caught up for dinner, of course.”

“That’s good,” Luke muttered, watching Cole closely. “Glad to know she had a good tour guide.”

“He’s a great tour guide,” you interjected.

Jack stayed oblivious, but Luke’s eyes flicked between you and Cole. He did it for a solid minute before realisation crossed his face. You stood up and grabbed Luke’s arm, pulling him behind you.

“Luke, I need help getting the s'mores ingredients,” you said as you manhandled your tallest brother.

You pulled him into the kitchen and shoved him in, making sure to double-check that Jack didn’t follow you. Cole watched as you left, wanting to follow but knowing it would be suspicious.

“You keep it quiet,” you hissed at your baby brother.

“You and Caufield, seriously? How long have you two been seeing each other?”

“You can say we’re dating.”

“Gross,” Luke gagged.

“Grow up,” you retorted, poking your tongue out at him.

“No,” he sassed.

“To answer your question, we’ve been dating for nearly a year,” you told him, making him sigh once more.

“And that’s why you’ve been going to Montreal? Ella covers for you?”

“Ella actually comes to Montreal with me. But she has family there she sees,” you admitted.

Luke stayed quiet for a moment before nodding. He knew Cole and what he was like as a person. “Are you happy with Cole?”

At that very moment, Jack thought it was a great idea to step into the kitchen with Cole rushing in behind him. “Please say I misheard that,” Jack begged.

“Uh…”

“You didn’t,” Luke nodded, giving a pointed look at Cole standing behind Jack.

Jack turned to his best friend, “You’re dating my sister?!”

“About that,” Cole muttered, unsure of how to handle your brother. “Yes, I am. Our one year is coming up, actually.”

“Yeah, this weekend,” you admitted.

“So you guys got together on July 4th last year?!” Jack yelled.

At this time, Quinn finally arrived with Petey, Brock, and Kuzy in tow. Ella joined as well, wanting to double-check the arguing didn’t get physical between the siblings. She had seen them go crazy on each other before.

“What the hell is going on here?” Quinn asked, looking around the kitchen.

Jack pointed to where you and Cole were standing together and exclaimed, “These two are dating. For like a year!”

“Yeah? I know?”

“So what? Quinn got to know?” Luke frowned.

“How did you know?” you asked Quinn.

Quinn chuckled, “There are only so many times you can go to Montreal without an ulterior motive. It was either Cole or Juraj.”

“Hey!”

“Sorry Cole,” Quinn laughed.

The kitchen was quiet for a moment. The other Canucks and Ella stepped out, leaving the Hughes siblings and Cole alone. You stood next to Cole nervously, hand in hand. Quinn knew and was playing mediator now. Luke was upset about not being told, but Jack… Jack seemed pissed off. Which, to be fair, was what you expected. Then, after a moment, Jack broke the silence.

“Oh my god, that means we’re going to be brothers!”

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[adelphenium]

may I request some pk and price art? im obsessed with their dynamic of shy serious quiet country boy who only opens up and smiles around loud rambunctious comic city boy

pk + pricey!! so sad this era was before my time... what i wouldn't give to see their dynamic irl.....

tysm for the req !!

[nhlmcfilthy]

Everything we haven't said yet

I have no idea where this came from, but I certainly have *Feeeeeelings* There's definitely a part two, I just haven't gotten there. Will take any and all suggestions though.

Summary: A night in with roommate Arber Xhekaj is full of sexual tension and things heat up when your boyfriend Kaiden Guhle gets home

Word count: 4.5K (this got super long...whoops)

CW: basically just pure filth in the second half. Unprotected sex but it’s safe & consensual. Maybe infidelity if you squint

Pairing: Female reader/Kaiden Guhle/Arber Xhekaj

So, you've been with Kaiden Guhle for years, coming up in the WHL. The two of you are a unit - solid in your relationship, but lately things have been feeling stale. Maybe it's that he's in the NHL and you're in school and you're not making as much time for each other, or maybe things have just become monotonous. You've discussed this a bit, treading lightly, and you both agree you want to shake/spice things up, but you're not sure what. Maybe in the off season you'll get a better chance. Enter Arber Xhekaj. You literally run into him one day while you're on your phone heading to meet Kaiden. You mutter something about him being a tree of a man. He looks at you weird and you're kind of taken aback by his face. Unconventionally handsome, he automatically draws you in.

Kaiden appears behind him and smiles "great, you've met." He explains that Arber is going to be living with you for a bit since he's not sure if he's staying up in the NHL or not. You and Arber end up spending time together in the mornings as Kaiden is an early riser and you and Arber are NOT. You make coffee for each other depending on who is up first. Unlike his play on the ice, he's actually really sweet in person. You're both also nighthawks and you like the same tv shows and movies so Kaiden will sometimes head to bed early and the two of you will stay up talking.

Kaiden is happy that the two of you are getting along, and the three of you often hang out together. You go out for dinner as a group or all go grocery shopping. Arber is really respectful of your relationship with Kaiden, giving the two of you space when you want to have a date night, but he is also just a very affectionate guy, touches your back when he opens a door, curls up on the couch and lets you put your legs up on his lap.

It's been nice having him around, kinda taking the stress off of thinking about your relationship. One night Arber comes home and he's all cut up. Got into a nasty fight. Kaiden has family in town and he's out late with them. You had to study tonight so you bailed on dinner with them. You take one look at Arber and go to the freezer, take out an ice pack and get a tea towel to wrap it up in, leaving it on the counter for him. You head to the bathroom to get the first aid kit, make the coffee (putting just cream in because you know that's how he likes it). He's sitting at the kitchen table, hands ready, and you clean and bandage all his cuts. All of this is done wordlessly, just the hum of the fridge running in the background.

You used to do this all the time for Kaiden when he was in the WHL. He got in way more scraps then. You'd always finish with taking his hands and giving them a kiss, and as you bring Arber's hands down from you mouth, you realized what you've just done. The both of you stare at each other for seconds that feel like hours. He swallows hard and sticks out his chin, a challenging look on his face. "You gonna do that to this one too?" he asks, finally letting go of your hands and bringing one up to his cheek. You match his glare and lean over the table and kiss his cheek lightly over a bruised cut at the top of his cheekbone. He breathes in sharply, you don't know if it's from the kiss, or the buise, or both.

You both sit there, silently staring at your coffee. You finally look up at him, searching, looking for the next move. Who's going to speak first. "What?" he says, grinning sheepishly, like he didn't just ask you to kiss him. "Your face" you say, not sure why, not sure about where this is going. Not sure you want it to be going anywhere. "What about it" he asks, sort of bashfully, looking down. "It's nice” you say, at a loss for words. Really just saying exactly what you're thinking. This moment feels awkward, but honest. He blushes, actually blushes, and sips his coffee. His giant hands pretty much wrap around the whole mug. You can't believe this big bully is just sitting there, blushing like a child.

This is nothing new to you though, this dichotomy. Kaiden plays a really smart, understated game. He's so even keel in real life, but in the bedroom, and if he needs to on the ice, he's a dominating presence. He's aggressive and punishing and intense and you love it. When you see him fight, it gets you so hot and he knows it and always comes home ready to go.

He leaves bruises and bitemarks and you've had to come up with some creative ways to cover up over the years. Things are still passionate between the two of you, that's never a problem, but you both agree something has been missing. You've become complacent.

You've never thought about bringing someone else into your relationship, but Arber already feels like a part of it. An exciting part, something you've maybe been looking for.

You and Arber both start to speak at once and do the "no, you first" dance and eventually you both laugh and some of the tension dissipates. There's still a low level current running, but the surface is calm. "TV?" you suggest, and he nods, grabbing his coffee mug and holding his ice pack to his face. "Whatever you want" he says, and you throw on The Office, which you've both seen a hundred times and feels safe. You grab your coffee mug and make a few trips, dragging your books over to the couch, and make a nest of blankets and pillows. He sits down on the other end of the couch and waits for you to put your legs up on his lap, as usual. The moment heightens again but you put your feet up. He lays an arm across them, hand falling over the top of your ankle. God, his hands are so big.

The both of you settle in and the show lulls you into its story, even though you're still copying notes and Arber is on his phone. About halfway into the first episode, you realize that his thumb is drawing circles over the bony lump on the inside of your ankle and you wonder if he's always done that, or if this is new. Are you only noticing it now because of what happened earlier?

The episode ends and the next one starts. You put your notes away and shuffle around to get comfortable lying down. You move your feet on Arber's lap and he inhales sharply through his teeth and grips your ankle tightly and you go to look over at him questioningly until you realize that your foot has rubbed up against his dick. His boner to be precise. You freeze and he adjusts his position, letting go of your ankle, and you whisper "sorry" at him and he responds with "it's okay" and it's so deep and husky and he coughs and clears his throat and neither of you can look each other in the eye. You both intensely focus on the tv until your heart rate levels and he puts his hand back on your foot, this time lightly massaging inside the arch. God, his hands are good. You wonder what else they'd be good at.

You start to feel guilty sitting there, curled up on the couch with your partner's closest friend and teammate (who's sporting a rock hard dick) running his thumb up and down the arch of your foot, and you're definitely turned on.

You realize you've been feeling these vibes from Arber for a while. Every time you spend time together it's a balance of complete comfort and safety, and also a dangerous edge of attraction. You still call him tree-man from your first interaction and he calls you weird girl, but it's affectionate. You speak about books and things you've read online that Kaiden would never be interested in. He's opened up a whole other side of your personality that no one in hockey would be interested in. He's surprisingly cultured.

You need Kaiden to come home soon or you feel like you'll just be riding this tension forever. The next episode starts and neither of you makes a move to stop it.

Finally about halfway through the next episode, Kaiden come in the door and you both visibly relax. Your shoulders lower and Arber rocks his head back and forth, stretching his neck. Kaiden asks you for some help with the leftovers he's brought home from the restaurant and you get up (raising your feet off Arber's lap with little contact and absolutely no eye contact) and walk over peeking in the boxes "any dessert?" you ask. "Of course baby, there's a cheesecake in there for you." "mmm my favourite" you reply and wait for him to throw his backpack down and put your arms around his neck. He comes in for a quick kiss, but you pull him back in and deepen it. You need something, anything to ease this tension. He makes a surprised sound in his throat as you suck on his bottom lip (which you know drives him crazy) and he puts his arms around your lower back and pulls you in tighter.

It's not weird, per se, for you to make out in front of Arber, but this feels charged. After a quick but heated kiss, Kaiden trails down your neck and bites lightly and you open your eyes and see Arber staring at you. You maintain eye contact as Kaiden hits a sweet spot right above your collarbone and you cry out and Arber swallows and his jaw tenses. He coughs lightly and Kaiden looks up. "Oh sorry buddy, didn't see you there" he says, oblivious to what is occurring between the two of you. "All good bud, I'm just heading out to meet Slaf for a bit, catch you later" you notice he's adjusted himself again as he stands up. He walks away and you stare at his back. You are pretty sure he's aware of your gaze, but you can't stop watching as he walks away. He doesn't look back as he grabs his keys and jacket on his way out.

The door closes and you drag your gaze back to Kaiden, who has taken out a spoon for the cheesecake and has helped himself to a bit. "Hey, that's mine!" you say as you try to grab the spoon before he puts it in his mouth, but he is far too tall for this to be anything more than a failed attempt. You do manage to grab his arm so he half misses his mouth and smears his cheek with cheesecake. "Hah" you say "that's what you get for trying to steal my cheesecake" and you smile. "oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it?" he asks, smiling cheekily and you reach up and pull his face down closer to yours and you drag your tongue up the side of his face, somewhat licking the cheesecake off him, but mostly smearing it further.

He locks eyes with you and your shudder as he says "you better clean that up" in a deep, authoritative voice. You tilt his head to a better angle and gently lick, removing all the cheesecake from his face, take the spoon from his hand and scoop a huge piece from the container into your mouth and moan in approval "mmm delicious" you say wiggling your eyebrows at him.

Kaiden moves in on you and takes the spoon from your hand and lays it on the counter. He crowds you until he pushes you up against the island in the kitchen, arms on either side of you. "You're feisty today. I didn't even get in a fight." You laugh, knowing you'll have to tell him about the tension with Arber but wanting to pick the right moment. Right now, you don't think you could form more words than "want" and "need." Kaiden leans in and his lips graze the shell of your ear. "I don't know what's gotten you all worked up baby, but I can take care of it" he says, biting down your neck again. You just groan and say "please."

"What do you need, baby?" he asks, his hands sliding up your sides and under your sweater. He finds your breasts and this thumbs skim over your nipples over your bra. You let out a whimper and he repeats himself "tell me what you need, baby." You swallow hard and look up into his eyes. "You. I...I need you." He pulls your sweater over your head, leaving you in your bra in the middle of the kitchen. "How do you want me" he asks. You gaze into his eyes, he's so intense during sex, and you love how you completely lose control under him.

You're a pretty competent woman on your own, and your relationship is pretty balanced but in the bedroom you lose all control. He takes over. You tell him what you want and he does it. "Hard and fast" you say, losing yourself in this intense eye contact. He nods and grabs the back of your thighs as you put your arms around his neck and he lifts you onto the counter.

You go to wrap your legs around his waist, but he pulls your legs open and says "patience baby." You let out a sigh on a moan and let go of his neck, bracing your arms behind you and spreading your legs. He leans in and whispers "let's get rid of these now" and a needy moan escapes you. You lift your hips up and he peels off your leggings, still not breaking eye contact. He runs a hand up your leg, and when he gets to your panties, he stops and looks down. "Jesus, baby, you're soaked already" and you just nod and say "need you."

He rubs you through the wet fabric and a throaty moan escapes your lips with his name. "Let’s take care of this for you" he says, kissing down your neck. He moves your hand to your underwear and says "play with yourself while I get undressed. I want to watch you" and your face heats up. You love being watched by him.

His gaze burns into you as he unbuttons his top, pulls it out of his pants, and unbuckles his belt. You slip your hand into your panties and groan at the wetness down there. You've been wet for hours, since you discovered Arber's hard-on, and you can't wait to finally get a release. You take a few deep breaths as Kaiden sheds his pants and walks towards you, boxers starting to tent in the front. You go to wrap your legs around him again, but he still pushes them apart. "No baby, I want to taste you" and he slides his hands down your sides and you lower to your elbows. He peels off your panties and tosses them behind him. He breathes deep as he takes you in, spread before him.

"Kaiden, please" you moan. You feel like you've been turned on for hours and don't know how much longer you can last. He moves his face between your legs and his breath on your centre makes you shiver. He kisses the outside of your thighs and you squirm needing action. A long, high pitched moan comes out of your mouth. He laughs and his breath tickles your pussy and before he can react, he dives in. Tongue in your folds fingers spreading you apart, no hesitation. "Yesss" you exhale, finally getting what you crave. "Mmmm baby you taste so good" he moans into you and you arch into it, feeling a bit of relief. He expertly navigates you, like a car he's read the manual for in detail. This is where the strength of your relationship lies. You know each other so well, there's not need for direction.

Maybe what you're looking for is the surprise. Every time Arber reacted to you today was new and exciting. How different his hands felt than Kaiden's. How his face was a bit scratchier than Kaiden's because of the stubble. The thrill you felt when you accidentally brushed up against him when he was hard on the couch, how tightly he gripped your ankle. All of it new and exciting. Maybe you could have that again.

You groan as Kaiden puts a finger inside you and twists it to the spot you both know is going to get you there fast. His tongue still teases your clit and you're really not going to last long. Your breath is coming in quick and you're mumbling incoherently, mostly just saying "Kaiden" and "baby" and "yes" and he hums in appreciation and curls his fingers in exactly the right place and the combination of the vibrations and him hitting the spot makes you yell out. It's almost guttural, you don't think you've ever moaned like that before. You've just been on such a low grade turn on all evening that this release feels spectacularly good. Kaiden kisses your thighs as you ride his fingers and come down.

He looks at you sort of quizzically. He's never heard you make that particular noise either. You take his face in your hands and just say "so good to me, baby" and you hold each other's gaze for the next few minutes.

He leans down to kiss you gently. It's restrained, you can tell. He wants more, but knows that this is your moment...for now. "Be right back" he says, a deep husk to his voice.

He's so understatedly strong. Lean, muscular. You watch him walk away, still half orgasm drunk, appreciating all the muscles on his back and legs. And of course, his ass. The material on his boxes is being pulled by his erection, and it perfectly highlights his round ass.

He comes back with a warm, wet face cloth to clean you up, kissing your legs while he does. You gather your clothes scattered in the kitchen and walk to the bedroom. You look over your shoulder and see him staring at you, dark promise behind his eyes. "You coming baby?" you ask. "I mean, I hope so, you already have" you giggle and he stalks towards you. You playfully run to the room and throw your clothes aside, only beating him there by seconds.

He grabs you from behind and pulls you into him, one hand over your stomach and the other sliding up to your neck. "Mmmm" he moans into your ear "so naughty tonight, getting eaten out right there in the kitchen." You feel so relaxed now, one orgasm in, and you press yourself back against him. "What are you gonna do about it? you ask, slowly grinding your ass against him. "I think" he says, grabbing your hips and pushing you towards the bed. "I’m going to take you from behind." He slides an arm up your back and shoves you down.

You go, willingly, crawling onto the bed, and you feel him follow behind you. You feel all charged up again, ready for round two.

"God, you're so hot like this" he says, running a hand up your back, the other one grabs your ass and slides a thumb between your two, round cheeks. You arch your back and lean into him, already over this teasing and just wanting to go again. "Mmm so needy for me, aren't you baby." You feel his hand leave your ass and you wait for the slap you know is coming. It connects with a hard CLAP and you moan, pressing further back. "So fucking naughty baby. God you love it, don't you" he says running his hand over the stinging surface, but you know another one is coming.

He connects again, harder this time, and you grip the sheets as the sting wears down. This time he brings his mouth up to soothe you. His hot tongue, tracing the round of your ass. Soft, warm comfort.

"Kaiden, baby, please" you cry. You're already soaking again. You're feeling insatiable tonight, but you know he'll take care of you.

"What do you want, baby? Tell me how you want it."

"Like this" you say "hard, fast, make me cum like this" you say, feeling him move around.

You stopped using condoms a while ago. You're on birth control and you had both been tested. You trust each other. The first night Kaiden came inside you, it was intense. He came so fast and so hard and just stared at your pussy afterwards - watching his release leak out from you.

He surprises you by pushing your legs further apart and you groan as he runs a finger along your folds, pouring himself over your body. "So wet again, did I not satisfy you the first time?" he asks and you can hear his grin. He knows full well how loud you moaned as you came on the kitchen island. "So good, baby, want more." He circles your clit lightly and you feel yourself light up. You tense all over and he runs a hand down your back "Shhh, baby, I'm gonna make you feel so good" he says as he guides himself inside you.

He slides inside you slowly, but you know he won't be taking his time for much longer. He stops when he's fully inside you, pushing you forward so you feel his full length. His dick isn't particularly thick, it's just very long. Fills you up completely. As he pushes your hips forward, you moan, grabbing a pillow to bury your face in it.

"You ready baby? You said hard and fast, you still want it?" You nod into the pillow, but he doesn't move. "Tell me. Tell me you want it" he says, his grip tightening on your hips. You moan loudly. "Use our words" you can feel the restraint in his voice, he's ready to lose it and you can't wait anymore. "Yes, baby, fuck me, please. Hard. I'm" you swallow hard, anticipating what's to come "I'm ready." You barely finish saying it before he's fully pulled out of you and slamming back in.

Hard thrusts inside you bring out a guttural moan from your lips. "That's right, baby. You love it. You love it when I fuck you hard from behind, don't you. You love taking all this dick like a good little girl." Your eyes roll back. He knows how much you love being called a good girl. It used to embarrass you, but with Kaiden, you know he loves talking to you like this.

The room is silent, all you hear is your body, slapping against his. He thrusts inside a few more times, and then stops, buried deep and groans loudly. "Fuck' he drags the sound out. "So fucking tight." He leans over your back and bites your neck. "Is this what you needed baby? Is this what you want?" "Yes" you exhale deeply.

"God, you're so fucking hot like this, taking me so rough" he starts bucking into you again, somehow even harder than before, your whole body moving with the impact. He's still poured over you, but he's so tall, his body is so long, that he can still take you like this. It's like the two of you are connected, moving as one.

He raises himself up again, running a hand up your back and grabbing a handful of your hair. You arch back into it, letting him control, somehow finding a deeper angle. "Kaiden" you moan.

He's found a hard, punishing rhythm now, and you lean into it, backing into him as hard as he's giving it to you. He groans with a few thrusts, appreciating your effort.

He lets go of your hair and your face falls back into the pillow. You can feel him losing his grip of control. He's not going to last much longer.

His angle adjusts again and then you feel his palm connect with your backside again. Not as hard as before, he can't get that great an angle like this, but it still stings. You cry out "yes, Kaiden, yes, just like that."

"You close baby?" he asks, barely disguising how close he's getting. His voice is deep and rough, and you can hear his breathing speeding up. "Yes, please, touch me" you say, breathlessly and his fingers find your clit immediately.

Somehow his touch is soft, even though he's pounding into you. He strokes softly, if not incredibly accurately, but this is like a game of Russian roulette. You never know when he's going to hit the spot that's like fireworks inside you. He's come close a few times and you're clenching so hard around him, you feel his grip on your hip tighten as he hits the spot at the right time and you feel a snap inside.

He groans as you grip him tightly and you can feel him start to release inside you, quick uncontrolled thrusts as he cries out your name, still stroking you through orgasm. The two of you wind together, slowing your pace, taking and giving everything you have. He pours himself over you, breathing heavily in your ear.

"Sorry, I'll move in a second" he says between breaths. "S'ok, I like it" you say, relishing in his weight on top of you. He does eventually move, bringing you another warm cloth to clean up, and takes care of himself too.

The two of you go through the motions of getting ready for bed. He pulls you close under the covers and you fall asleep pressed up against his chest, his heartbeat a calming rhythm.

Your eyes suddenly open and it's pitch dark. You're not sure what's woken you up until you hear the front door close. Arber is home.

You have this strange urge to go out there and see him. Touch his face, run your hands over his chest. Kiss him. And do what then? You meant to talk to Kaiden about it, after, but he really wore you out tonight, and you were pretty exhausted from all the tension.

You lie in bed, listening to Arber move around, open the fridge, he's probably going through your leftovers now. You smile, just knowing he's there. Safe. With you and Kaiden. You fall back asleep and dream about him coming into the room and falling asleep with you and Kaiden. The three of you. Part two coming..?

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Hi could I request a m4f audio for Cole caulfield I just love dorky hockey players

This week without F1 has allowed me to fall back into bad habits aka watching hockey. Although it's the playoffs so sadly that doesn't include Cole. Also are all my requests for Habs players coming from one person or are they like really popular?

[M4F] Needy Boyfriend Distracts You From Playing Your Game

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pairing(s) — foreman!JOSH ANDERSON x reader word count — 3.5k

note — this little number was day one of my patreon kinktober this year, and it was too beloved (by patrons and myself) to be gatekept forever!

recommended viewing — TI WEST'S X (2022) + PEARL (2022)

bingo squares and additional content warnings below the cut.

bingo squares — backdoor play, costumes/roleplay (kinda sorta), + risky location/exhibitionism additional content warnings — implied age gap, outdated patriarchal beliefs, innocence kink, corruption kink, slight humilation kink, spit as lube, dacryphilia, slight overstim, unprotected p in v, possessive!josh x virgin!reader (outdated definition and beliefs here, too) and just general filth

JOSH ANDERSON HATES TO WASTE A SWEET GESTURE, but, even in the scorching mid-day heat, ice-cold lemonade just couldn't compare where it would never compete.

While fresh squeezed is good, drinking the sugary nectar straight from the tap is better.

Still, it hurt Josh's heart a bit to watch the fruit of your afternoon's labor get soaked up by the dirt. He reckons he's the only one who minds the undue waste. 

Though, that shouldn't be much of a surprise; it's hard to mind much of anything when you've long since lost yours.

He supposes you have him to blame for that particular loss, too.

How did a harmless compliment devolve into this?

His hips flush to the skin of his boss' daughter, bent over the tailgate, cotton twisted at the knees, and in full view of the main road...

The afternoon began normal enough; the old man sputtered down the long drive towards town around noon, as usual, and the screen door slammed shut not a minute after the rusty ford dipped around the bend, as usual.

And, as if on cue, the delicate twinkle of glassware on a tray pulled his attention from the task at hand—barrels of hay that now lay abandoned at his boots—and Josh was treated to the eyeful that never failed to make his jeans feel two-sizes too tight and burn his neck faster than the looming sun.

Josh enjoyed the back and forth, however one-sided it often was. Though, not for a lack of trying, however girlishly awkward those efforts might be. It wasn't your fault you were sheltered beyond belief, and it made the mental reprieve all the more addicting, too.

You were easily frazzled in a way many weren't and it—a bashful purse of your lips, the gentle tremble of nervous fingers just behind you back, the way you can't meet his eye for more than a minute at a time—stirred up a sick, juvenile satisfaction Josh thought he long outgrew.

The game was relatively harmless because you were exactly that—harmless. A girl too sweet for her own good, recklessly trusting, and shouldering the heavy predisposition to assume the best in people.

Which is why he hadn't thought much about praising your equestrian skill, having been subjected to the visual torture that was the lessons you gave to local children each weekend.

Josh loved how you couldn't take a compliment without coaxing and, even then, you still squirmed like a newborn kitten.

Blinded by a halo of purity and the lure of a timid smile, your inquiry into his own riding prowess appeared just as unassuming. Another opportunity to get his fix, naively offered up on a serving tray, and he was powerless to resist the temptation.

Josh recalls chuckling to himself, prematurely reveling in the delicious reaction, as he threw a bushel out of the truck bed.

"Not as well as you, darlin', but I know my way around."

He expected you to shrivel. If not at his thinly veiled undertone, at the crass wink he tacked on between innuendos, sandwiched beside the candied term of endearment that made your thighs rub together every time he put it to use.

"I could...teach you a few tricks? Maybe show you my skills one-on-one? Something tells me you're a hands-on learner."

Josh nearly jumped out of his skin. He couldn't tell if you were being serious or not; you've never given back an ounce of what you've gotten from him, but it felt too bold to be a first foray.

Sayin' something as lamely disguised as that? It'd be like jumping into a swimming hole without testing the depth beforehand.

Surely, you were brighter than that. Or, at least, puritanical by proxy.

"You're playin' with fire, darlin'."

Your resolve proved resistant to his polite warning. The grin on your face could've only been categorized as wicked.

"I'm not playing with anything—yet."

"Your daddy know you talk like that?"

"You gonna tell on me?"

You were lent against the truck by then, wide doe-eyes blinking up at him through a fan of lashes. They casted a shadow onto your cheeks that created the illusion of sob-streaked makeup; he groaned out loud.

You've set things hurtling toward mutually assured destruction. Josh had to rein you and your girlish whims in before it was too late for common sense to win out against the ache in his jeans.

That dog won't hunt.

"No, because you ain't serious. I wouldn't wanna get you in trouble for a fib."

"S'not a fib."

Your face pinched in irritation then, understandably annoyed at not being taken seriously.

He hadn't been around too long, but Josh'd seen enough to know hardly anyone did 'round these parts. Probably why you were fixed on him like junebug pursuing light to its own detriment.

For that reason alone, he should've stopped there. It was an easy place to lay the interaction to rest. You'd gotten too big for your britches and it was his responsibility—morally and professionally—to bring your head out of the clouds and put those faded pink boots back on dirt.

Josh should've left it a bluff and sent you on your way, but he had the forethought of a bull straight out of the chute. His impulse control was on par, too, come to think of it.

So, Josh did what any red-blooded man with a death wish would; he hopped down from the truck-bed.

Stalked forward until you were pinned between his bare chest and the hot metal of the truck, his gloves shed and discarded elsewhere sometime between now and when reason got caught in the wind.

"No?"

You bit your lip and shook your head, body shrunken away from his.

Josh would have thought himself safe if not for the mischievous glint in your eyes, sparkling bright and strong in the heavy sunshine. He took that glimmer as a plea for more and caged you between his arms, palms burned by the surface.

It hurt no less than the punishment for his indiscretion would if, God forbid, someone caught him takin' advantage like this.

"I'm not soft and gentle like the boys i've seen droppin' you off."

Half a mile down the road, lights off, and in the middle of the night—Josh had half a mind to steal the ladder right out from under your window in order to facilitate some natural consequences.

"You spyin' on me, Mr. Anderson?"

You weren't too much younger than him, but you treated him with the same respect and reverence as your daddy's business partners or any other senior member of your small community in next-to-nowhere Tennessee. It was endearing, how dedicated you were to respecting your elders, no matter the gap's size.

And nothing in Josh's twenty-nine years has sounded better on his sunburnt ears—or to his throbbing cock—than 'Mr. Anderson' falling from your sweet, glossy lips.

"Got to," Josh shrugged.

He feigned nonchalance about as well as you wore a poker face.

He considered you for a moment then, considered the skin exposed by your top. The way your chest rose and fell; delicious little quakes. Josh liked the way you watched him with bated breath. Perhaps, a little too much.

You were so hungry for attention and approval, so fucking eager for anything he might dish out next—he'd test the bounds of your devotion eventually if luck and time were on his side.

"It's my job to keep all your daddy's property safe and in line, sweetheart... but, i'm also a man, so I can't say I ain't dyin' t'see you ride somethin' else."

Caution bled from his mind hearin' you moan so lewdly at words alone. Any bystander would've been at a loss imagining what he could've done to coax out a sound so broken and overtly impatient from such a pious, pretty thing such as yourself. All he did was utter a quip that would've made a teenager scoff and roll their eyes, and you practically melted in his palms.

You wore your neon innocence on your chest.

"Darlin, it ain't too late to pretend this never happened. We haven't done anythin' wrong, but you're toeing a dangerous line. You're a good girl. Y'wouldn't wanna get us both into any trouble, would'ya?"

"'m not gonna to tell."

You're persistent, he'd give you that.

Bold, too, he came to learn; your warm hand palmed his considerable bulge with enough enthusiasm to negate your palpable inexperience.

"You keep movin' those hands and i'll have to, sweetheart."

"You won't."

You said it with as much conviction as you say grace every night. Josh can almost feel your palm in his.

"How can you be so sure? You hardly know me, sugar. I've been here all summer and this is the most you've said to me in one go."

"Because you wanna touch me as much as i wanna touch you."

"That right, sweet girl?"

"Yessir."

Josh would have you if the creek don't rise.

And even if it did, he would find a way.

You squeak out a garble of protest as you wriggle in his arms. The struggle only worsens the dig of his wide tip prodding the mint hole, his length slick and sliding between your sticky folds with absolutely no resistance—a fact josh goaded you with, one that only made you gush out even more.

"N-not inside, Mr. Anderson," you hiccup.

All your sobbing and moaning has rubbed your vocal cords raw. And thank God for it, because you're louder than a rooster in a hen house and he hasn't even been inside anywhere.

You wouldn't even kiss him with tongue.

"Why's that, sugar? You savin' this sweet cherry for your future husband?"

A pathetic, bashful nod is all he gets from you. Josh chuckles into the musky skin of your soft neck. The patronizing sound makes you mewl and rut back into his lap in spite of your earnest vow of chastity.

"Well, aren't you precious, sweetheart? But that don't mean I can't fuck you, though. You've got another perfectly good hole back here for me to stick my cock in."

You don't hate the filthy suggestion, even though you know you should; you curled into yourself as if you did. The escaped whimper and roll of your body scream the truth when your mouth insists on lying. You might love his idea more than whatever you originally sought out.

In fact, if Josh was a betting man, he'd feel good putting his savings on that.

"Aw, don't get all shy on me now, darlin'. Where'd my little cocktease go, huh? Thought she'd be over the moon at the thought of me stretching out one of her little holes—no matter which one—but I guess I was mistaken."

Josh makes a show of separating your bodies. He leaves you bent over the truck bed, fingers threaded through crumpled hay, as his belt rattles dismissively in his hand.

"Go on, sugar. Run along now. I got work to do and you ain't gonna waste any more of my time."

"No!" you burst, spinning on a bare heel to latch onto his forearm. The tears of a blossoming fit well in your already glassy eyes. "I-I want to, I've just never...nothin's ever been...y'know."

"Never?" Josh blinks incredulously. He wretches off your iron grip to take your hand in his. "Not even these cute little fingers?"

Your head wags.

He smirks. "What about that hairbrush of yours?"

You wear embarrassment just as pretty as you do lust. Josh thinks you might cry for real this time.

He can't wait to lick your cheeks dry.

Josh does his best not to laugh, but your pained, guilt-ridden expression is too amusing. You try to look away but he's quicker—and stronger—than you. Josh grabs your cheeks with his free hand and squeezes until you whimper in obvious submission.

Like a tomcat with a belly full of yellow feathers, Josh bares his teeth. "Shouldn't leave your curtains open if you ain't inviting me to a free show, sugar. Not that I'm complaining—the hours go by much quicker when y'got somethin' nice to look at."

He smells the shame rolling off of you in uneven waves, can just about taste it, too. Fuck, one taste of you'll never be enough to satiate him. Of that, the foreman is certain.

Josh drops your wrist and cups your face with warm, calloused hands. His thumbs rub the teardrops into your cheeks as he coos, "I promise I'll take real good care of you, sweetheart. Nice and slow...get you so ready you'll be beggin' me to split you open. Y'can trust me, I know what I'm doin'—y'ain't the first i've had the pleasure of breakin' in."

You scowl, jaw set and eyes narrowed; rearing to charge. Invisible steam plumes from your rabbit-twitch nose. You are so dang cute, he could hardly stand it.

"Put that pout away before I spank it off of ya, y'hear?"

He nearly busts with how quickly you fall in line at the mere implication of corporal punishment.

Josh'll remember that for later.

"Didn't even give me a chance to say ain't none of them could hold a candle to you, sugar."

Taking you on your back proved to be too much of a temptation, what with your virginal hole mouthing around nothing like a siren song, and your demure face crinkled into disrepair at the hand of your own perverse wants. Your limp thighs splayed open as Josh fucked your ass bare with no assistance, save from his spit and your dribble.

"Look how ripe you are, sugar. Your little pussyhole is cryin' for me and you won't even let me touch her...not even a little bit."

He gave you your first peak in that position, his teeth ground into the side of his cheek as he fought to keep his own at bay; Josh was far from done playing with your supple, sensitive body. With his thumb pressed to your puffy button, he stroked you halfway to your second and then abruptly pulled out.

The hiss of pain and surprise is swallowed by a mound of hay as you're flipped over and he hikes your hips up high into the muggy air. Your hands curl into fists on either side of your head.

Josh's face lowers until his nose slots in the valley between the rounded muscles. His deep inhale and subsequent hum of approval exacerbates the battle waging behind your glazed, lust-blown eyes. His thick tongue slips past the love-loosened ring and he fucks you with it like he can hear the conflict monopolizing your mind.

Josh laps and laps, kneading the tender flesh of your rear like he's got something to prove, until your back aches and you scream into the earth.

The obscene smacking of his lips as he parts from your tender hole is nothing short of profane, but it's no match for the fresh, hot glob of spit that lands on the sore pucker with a loud splat!

And Josh can't help but throw salt in the wound, "'wanna be able to smell your wrecked little asshole for hours, sugar, wanna be able to taste you on my lips all fucking day."

Tears race down your cheeks. This is everything you've been taught is immoral. A one-way ticket to the fiery domain down below. This is a sin, desecration of the worst kind.

This is the most pleasure you've felt in your entire life.

The sun is far too close to the adjacent range of mountains for his liking; the old man will be home a little before it dips behind them for the night with your mama in tow.

Josh is going to cum before then. At least once. Propriety be damned.

He maneuvers you up and off of the ground, taking the time to brush the dirt and smushed fodder from your tear-stained cheeks and clammy palms.

Your heart jumps to your throat when he finishes positioning you—split open on his girth, straddling his broad hips, turned away from his kind eyes, and facing the dirt road. You grip his rippling, jean-clad thighs.

Josh can feel your freshly-painted claws through the sturdy fabric.

"I d-don't know how, sir."

His hips involuntarily buck at the honorific; it'll never get old.

"Yes, you do, darlin'. I know y'do. Seen it with my own two eyes." Josh taps the fleshy bit of your hip. He's growing impatient. "Go on, pretty girl. Ride me like you ride your ponies."

"Not ponies."

He doesn't need to see your face to know you're glowering. Probably singeing holes into the poor, weathered barn ahead, your kind features scrunched tightly into a frown. If you do it any harder, you'll get stuck that way.

And Josh can't have that. Can't have his sweet, good girl permanently pouting. He'd never get a lick of work done again; he'd be to busy fucking that absent-minded smile back where it belongs.

Admittedly, the open-palm hit is harder than the situation warrants but he's waited too long to watch it jiggle at his hand to control himself.

"What was that?" he growls.

You grind down, swiveling your hips as you grasp onto the lifeline, "Nothin', sir."

"God, even with a cock in your ass you still mind your manners. Your daddy would be so proud of ya, wouldn't he, sugar? Raised ya so good, got ya so obedient."

Josh's vision clouds as you find your stride. The feel of you rocking over his cock is unreal. Entirely unmatched by anything he's ever experienced, in practice or in theory. You feel divine.

You're just as dedicated and passionate in riding him as you are that gentle Tennessee Walker of yours. But there's an intense undercurrent he's never seen before—a fervid need that he could only hope would surface and possess you someday.

Today is that day, and it is glorious.

"Spread yourself f'me, honey."

You do so without lip or hesitation. You just reach back and grab yourself with both hands, hips never wavering.

Heaven-sent, he muses. His very own fallen angel.

A she-devil in disguise; a dirty whore with a greedy, greedy hole.

Josh's never seen anything hotter than your tight little ass fighting to accommodate another of his blessings.

It ain't like you're going easy on yourself either, forcing that sweet hole to take a beating because slow and steady ain't enough anymore. The floodgates have been opened, you're now subservient to the mounting heat low in your tummy and the pulse of your neglected, untouched pussy. You're fucking yourself hard enough for both holes, and you've graciously awarded Josh a front-row seat.

"Sweet Jesus, you're prettier than a peach—juicer, too. I reckon you got the nicest set of holes this side of the Mississippi, sugar."

You preen, back arching. In response, you hold yourself open even wider for his perverted gaze.

"That's it—show me where my cock is. Show me what you've let me take, what you've let me claim—what I'll always call my own. Even when you're good and hitched, it'll be mine. And whenever your empty ass aches, you'll think of this—think of me.

You'll always remember the time you let your daddy's foreman soil you in the middle of his pasture."

The moan that tumbles from your gaping mouth is as uncouth as the visual feast you're treating him to. Even in your struggle to balance on chaffed knees.

Taking mercy on your poor skin, Josh sits up, tugging you back so that your back is pressed tight to his sweat-drenched chest. His grip on your hips matches the ferocity of your hole pulsing around the base of his member, his heavy sack jumping up to repeatedly slap your sensitive clit.

"Y'gonna let me fill this little hole, sugar?" His voice is low in your ear, his breath humid and encouraging.

Your head bobs, your body in a frenzy.

Josh hums his satisfaction, "m'gonna stuff you full and send you back inside—have you make supper right next to your mama with me leakin' down these pretty thighs...M'gonna make you sit in your sin across the table from your daddy."

It's that thought—and your enthusiasm for it—that kicks him over the edge, and, without warning, Josh is unloading warm ropes into your ruined body while you spill for a third time, painting his generous sack in your cream—and it's the crumpled white cotton sticking out of his back pocket that lays the foundation for it to become a reality.

As you limp back to the main house like a freshly dropped foul, Josh knows there won't be any more boys parked at the edge of the property line. No need for the ladder tucked behind the bushes.

Your daddy's gonna be so pleased with him. For weeks, he's been asking Josh for his two cents on how to exterminate the vermin in his field. They're gone now, and Josh'll make sure they stay gone.

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you asked me once,  if i would ever take a chance on us…maybe that ship sailed.  but.  ask me again?  sometime— doesn’t have to be today.  maybe tomorrow just.  ask me again. with Nick Suzuki?

You sit at the end of the tunnel, impatiently waiting for your brother and best friend to walk out. You scroll mindlessly through your phone, silently praying the two boys come out before a certain someone else does. 

“Hey princess,” you hear and look up to find Kirby striding over to you. 

“Kirbs!” you greet, wrapping your arms around his neck when he reaches you and you grin wildly as he squeezes you tight against him. 

“Did you see my goal?” 

“How could I miss it? You slammed the glass in front of me right after,” you say jokingly shoving him away from you. 

“Don’t you mean my goal?” you hear from behind you and turn to find your brother Cole smirking annoyingly. 

“You assisted,” Kirby pronounces the word as if Cole has never heard it before and the exchange makes you giggle. 

“Whatever you say man,” Cole says, swinging an arm around your shoulder. 

“Eh you did good I guess,” you say and Cole rolls his eyes but doesn’t say anything. 

Just as you turn to Kirby to ask if he’s coming over to your apartment tonight, the words die on your lips when you see the captain of the Montreal Canadiens walking down towards the tunnel. 

“Nick!” Cole greets, pulling his arm off your shoulder and reaching out for a guy handshake with his best friend. 

“Thought you left already?” Kirby asks from next to you. 

“Yeah I forgot my phone,” Nick shrugs awkwardly. 

His eyes flicker to yours for a brief moment before breaking away and gazing back down at the pavement. 

You hadn’t seen Nick since you admitted your feelings for him and he rejected you. So, not your favorite reunion of all time. 

The tension in the air feels so thick it suffocates you and you try not to make eye contact with Nick again as he makes quick conversation with Cole before saying goodbye and heading back towards the tunnel. 

“You okay?” Kirby asks, being one of the few people to know about your feelings for Nick and what happened that night a few months ago. 

“Yup,” you say, praying he believes your lie. “All good.” 

You’re plagued with a restless night's sleep, only able to pass out for an hour or two at a time before waking up again. It’s two o'clock when you wake up for the third time that night and you decide on getting up and drinking a cup of tea before going back to bed, praying the action will tire you out. 

You turn on your stereo system, playing a quiet playlist curated for nights just like this. You hum quietly to the song playing, sipping on your tea when a noise has you glancing over at your apartment door. 

You wait a moment, your eyes narrowing at the sound and when it sounds again you stand from your seat and make your way over. You lean up on your tiptoes, peeking through the peephole and rearing back when you’re greeted by Nick’s face looking nervous. 

He knocks on the door again, startling you and causing you to fall back on your heels and reaching to unlock the door and swing it open. 

“Nick?” you ask like you didn’t already know it was him. 

“Hey,” he greets awkwardly and you watch as he rocks back and forth on his feet. “Uhm, sorry I know it’s late and I should have called I just… I had to see you.” 

“Is everything okay?”

“Yes, no, I mean,” he stutters out and you try to hide the smile on your lips that comes from Nick and his nervous tendencies. 

“Can I come in?”

You step to the side, watching as Nick enters your apartment and shuts the door behind him. Finally, his eyes meet yours again and you feel that familiar flame light inside you. 

“So?” you ask, wanting to know why Nick has come to your apartment at two in the morning with no warning and no contact for months. 

“you asked me once,  if I would ever take a chance on us…” he starts and your head rears back at the words coming from him. 

“maybe that ship sailed.  but,  ask me again?  sometime— doesn’t have to be today.  maybe tomorrow just… ask me again,” he says, his eyes roaming your face for a reaction. 

“I, uhm,” you stutter out. “Do you wanna stay for a bit? And talk?” 

“I’d love to.” 

[swissboyhisch]

The Best Kinda Night

Pairing: Arber Xhekaj x Reader

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

Word Count: 1574

Warnings: fighting, mentions of sex related things

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He’s kept you hidden from us!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You shrug, “Sure why not.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let’s take this to yours shall we?”

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

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[aqueersouthofthemasondixonline]

Who should I put in the basket next

[adelphenium]

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

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

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

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

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

tysm for the req! 💗💗

[nhlmcfilthy]

Working on something with Kaiden Guhle and Arber Xhekaj, cause why choose?

[ryangravytrain]

It’s WIP Wednesday except I got sucked into my regency fic instead of my Luke fic…

The hall grew silent as it had for every other boy before Cole. The king raked his eyes over Cole, assessing and calculating. Cole could hear his heartbeat in his ears and he just hoped that no one else could.

Cole startled at the feeling of two fingers placing themselves under his chin and forcing his head up. His eyes met steely blue ones, the eyes of a king.

“You will look at your king, son.” The low voice of Alexander spoke.

“I’m sorry, your grace I didn't mean to-”

“It is okay to be nervous. But you will be respectful.”

“Of course your grace.”

Alexander looked over Cole once more. He dropped his hand, a pleased smile painting his face when Cole continued to look at him.

[jimothystu]

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

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

[are-we-shrimping-today]

you've got tact and i've got bravado by kitnita [hockey rpf, dallas stars, montreal canadiens]

robo/nick...real ones get it. that asw challenge was so stupid, and so activating, and if hrpf were a proper society, we'd have hundreds of thousands of words about nick and jason by now. in the absence of that, we have this fun little slice of the all-star weekend, full of jason's self-effacing anxiety and nick's cool guy with a big heart demeanor. i do also want to call out the fact that kitnita writes characters of color with sensitivity and horniness but without white-washing or exoticizing. kitnita gets us all on board the nick-suzuki-is-handsome train easily. easily, the way she writes him. he's handsome and his thighs are worth embarrassing ourselves on a florida golf course for. perfect fic for these two

[nicolettasdiary]

Hello! I launched my website today and while it truly needs some working to be done and I still need to figure out posts, I would really appreciate if you could have a look and maybe share your opinion. It would mean the world to me and since it’s still work in progress, it won’t take you long. Thank you so so much, Nico

nicolettasdiary.my.canva.site

[ao3feed-hockey]

Love In Slow Motion

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

by Scorlarry28

The love story of Arber and Juraj. How they started as one boy getting drafted, and one boy watching, to the cutest rookie couple. And of course everything that happened in between.

Words: 2491, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Kaiden Guhle, Juraj Slafkovsky, Arber Xhekaj, Jordan Harris, Shane Wright (Hockey RPF), Filip Mesar

Relationships: Juraj Slafkovsky/Arber Xhekaj, Jordan Harris & Arber Xhekaj, Kaiden Guhle & Arber Xhekaj

Additional Tags: Romance, Soft Hockey Boys, Cute, Love, Hockey, 2022 NHL Entry Draft, Montreal, Montreal Canadiens NHL Team, Falling In Love, touches, Dating, kinda sexy (eventually), I've never tried to write something kind of sexy in my life, filip mesar is a great friend

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