#canadiens

[totallynamed]

this took so long its not even funny, my hand hurts

[uglyducklingofthe2000s]

Tiktok Trending - Arber Xhekaj

Request from @ajcs150 - could you write something with Arber Xhekaj where reader do the trend “cleaning the spoon after he eat” or if possible some kind of compilation of reader trying trend on him (like seeing if he melt into the kiss, the tinder one for exemple, or whatever you prefer)

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Arber makes it too easy sometimes and he's never once said no when she does ask him to part-take in her tiktok trends. How could he possibly say no when she gets pouty and bats her eyelashes from the get go.

Not that she always asks, since sometimes she's purposely pranking him or aiming to catch him off guard.

On this occasion she's plotting, not that he's noticed since they're out with a few of the other plays and their girlfriends when she sets up her phone.

Arber disappeared to get them both a drink but when he comes back she grins at him.

"Good boy." Y/n grins going to take the drink as he pauses at the praise, dark brows furrowing before he pulls the cocktail glass back and downs it in once mouthful. "Ah, hey! Bad boy!"

Arber's eyes scan and he immediately spots her phone now he's looking for it before picking it up.

"She's so funny, isn't she? Ha ha ha." Arber states before stopping the video.

"You owe me a drink." Y/n pouts crossing her arms as Arber hums leaning down to catch her in a hot and heavy kiss, giving her a small taste of the cocktail he drank in protest of her praise. "I thought you'd like being a good boy."

"You're a tease." Arber huffs then pulling back. "I'll go get you another drink."

"Good boy!" Y/n giggles calling after him and while he tries to hide it, she catches a glimpse of his smile over her actions.

-

"Do you want to try?" Y/n asks as she "taste tests" some ice cream and Arber sneaks into the frame, very obviously trying to soften her up so he can get a bite.

However, he's fallen directly into her trap.

"Please." Arber smiles flashing his teeth in a purposely awkward smile since he always plays up when he knows the camera is on. Such an attention whore.

Y/n scoops the spoon into her ice cream and holds it out to him, smiling as he eats it and hums considering the flavour while y/n moves to wipe the spoon clean with some tissue then scooping some into her own mouth. And initially he doesn't seem to notice, or at least not think much of it.

"More." He demands in a deep tone, again playing up for the camera. But then he sees her snag when she picks up another tissue to wipe off the spoon, not something she's doing when she gives him some ice cream but always something after he's had some. "What are you doing?"

"What?" Y/n frowns in confusion as she offers him another spoonful which he takes before watching her wipe it again.

"That! Why are you wiping it? Why can't we share a spoon?"

"I just want a clean spoon." Y/n argues beginning to struggle to keep her acting in check.

"What's not clean about me?" Arber huffs before she seems something spark up in his eyes.

His large hand comes up to her neck and he forces her head to turn as he forces her into a kiss, sliding his tongue into her mouth to make the point.

"Ok!" Y/n laughs pushing him away. "I get the picture."

"Good." Arber grumbles then picking up the spoon and licking it then scooping some ice cream and holding it to her mouth.

"Now you're just being gross on purpose." Y/n murmurs wrinkling her nose but she accepts the spoon anyway, much to his triumph.

-

Y/n is stretched out across Arber's lap while himself and Florian watch some the Superbowl. Something she lacks an interest in as she scrolls through her phone boredly.

"Hey, baby." Y/n mumbles earning an absent-minded hum. "You won't believe who I saw on tinder."

"Who?" Arber asks sparking up in excitement at the thought of gossip while Florian is much quicker to clock her as he frowns.

"Juraj."

"Really?" Arber laughs while Florian looks at his brother like he's an idiot.

"Why is she on tinder, bro?" Florian questions making Arber look at him with his smile dropping before he looks at y/n.

"What are you doing on tinder?" Arber questions then snatching her phone only to find it recording. "Oh for fuck sake. Is this really another prank for tiktok?"

"A prank you both fell for. Florian, I really expected you to be more on the ball in knowing trends." Y/n teases giggling to herself as Arber tosses her phone onto her stomach lightly but she continues laughing since she won this round with ease.

"So Juraj isn't on tinder?" Arber clarifies earning an eye roll.

"I don't know! I'm not on tinder to find out." Y/n laughs shaking her head as she points out the obvious.

-

Arber has just came back from an away game and the first thing he gets is pulled into doing another tiktok video, which fans of his are beginning to send in specific requests for while letting y/n know they think she's hilarious for constantly harassing him and making his life hell for these videos.

"This is a nice one, I promise." Y/n states earning a grumble but he nods. "Ok, hold your arms out."

Arber looks at her with slightly narrowed eyes but nods a little, doing as he's told and holding out his arms.

Y/n smiles then turning to the camera with a grin before moving towards him which immediately makes him move back and drop his arms to defend himself.

"What are you doing? Put your arms back up." Y/n laughs while Arber gives her an exasperated look like she's asking him to accept her kicking him in the balls. "Can you stop acting like I hit you? I only hurt your balls once and it was because I fell while drunk."

"Drunk or not I thought I died." Arber murmurs earning a sigh before raises his arms up and gives a forced smile.

This time he doesn't flinch as she steps closer to him, her hands cupping his face while he keeps his eyes focused on her while she smiles softly having to pull him down since having a massive boyfriend means initiating the kisses requires literally bending him to her whim.

Arber holds his arms out for less than a second as he melts perfectly into the kiss, his arms coming down round her, hugging around her before he deepens the kiss. No surprise he's forgot they're on camera as he lifts her legs up around his waist bring her up to his own level and momentarily making her forget the camera is there too.

"Alright." Y/n whispers breaking the kiss with a heavy breath. "You passed the test. Melted into the kiss like you were supposed to."

"That was it? That's what the trend was?" Arber laughs as she loosens her legs only for him to hike them back up and move them both together her phone allowing her to reach and stop recording it. "I always wanna kiss you, baby."

"I know, maybe I just wanted a cute video to share with everyone." Y/n hums before pecking his lips.

"Can we cuddle now? That was a long flight and I missed you."

"Dammit, Arber. You couldn't have said that while I was still recording?" Y/n pouts earning a laugh as he carries her to the bedroom, clearly wanting to cuddle and nap.

"I'll let you record another video later and redeem myself." He promises earning a grin from the young woman.

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[creoleeggin]

slafkovsky plinks ... i beg of you this would fix me

call me a farm equipment mechanic the way I be fixing these hoes 😛

Juraj Slafkovsky - NHL P!Links pt who knows

Juraj who forces you down as soon as you get back to the hotel

Juraj who is so much bigger than you

Juraj who has to be woken up like this or he has a bad day

Juraj who loves it when you face fuck him

Most accurate depiction of his cock I could find

Juraj who hasn't had sex in a while and finally gets his hands on you

Juraj who can't keep his hands to himself

Juraj who's more than happy to explore a cnc!kink

[mattymartin]

↳ JURAJ SLAFKOVSKY POSTGAME | MTL v. BUF (GAME 7) | 5.18.26

[kentjohnson91]

“…..what if…what if we kissed?”

[paladin--strait]

love, laughter, and luge.

- juraj slafkovsky x reader

your boots trudge in the snow, walking to the other area in milan for a different olympic game, something more interesting, dangerous, even.

a five month old sits on your hip, yours and juraj’s daughter, lucy. shes adorable, with big, fluffy curls and wide, curious eyes. her attention span is just like yours, terrible.

shes easily intrigued and entertained, but gets bored of whatever it is quickly. it’s kind of perfect since you’re the same, so you don’t have to sit and be bored forever.

while juraj practices with his team, you and lucy take a walk around, occasionally stopping at what interests you.

the current game that catches your eye is called luge, one of the fastest and more dangerous games in the winter olympics. sometimes there’s two people on a tiny sled, but it sometimes is just one, speeding down an icy track.

your eyes widen as one of the athletes from germany zooms past on the track, looking over at lucy with a little laugh. “should we watch this one for a bit?” your voice is soft, asking her gently.

lucy gurgles excitedly, eyes wide as she watches the track for the next athlete to appear.

-

the two of you lose track of time while watching luge, unknowingly late for dinner with juraj, who’s been blowing up your phone.

but of course, you can’t hear it over the cheer of the crowd, along with your and lucy’s excitement.

the two of you cheer on many different teams, knowing that this sport must be extremely hard to perfect and is very dangerous.

not only do you mainly cheer for your home country, but also juraj’s home country of slovakia too. the two countries don’t do so well, but what matters is that they tried.

when the last athlete is up to go, you feel a hand on your shoulder. you jolt, turning around with wide eyes, fist up and ready to attack whoever it is that’s touching you without permission.

but you breathe a sigh of relief when you realize it’s just juraj, lowering your fist. “baby, you scared me…did practice end early?”

juraj’s eyes widen at your obliviousness of the time, “no, it ended over an hour ago. i was waiting at the restaurant for you two for a while and kept calling and texting you.” his accent is thick, clearly from his worry and distress. “i was worried sick!”

you frown, pulling out your phone to check the time. “oh, i’m sorry, my love…we got excited watching luge…”

juraj’s shoulders relax, “you’ve been here this whole time?”

“well, yeah…it’s actually a pretty awesome sport. lucy seems to like it and i like it too.” i adjust lucy on my hip, fixing her hat. “did the restaurant let us keep the reservation or no?”

you begin to walk away with lucy in your arms, juraj close to your side, almost as if he’s afraid to lose sight of you again. he takes lucy gently, “no, they didn’t…but martin was telling me earlier about how good that little fast food place is…i don’t remember what it was called, though.”

you hum, letting him take lucy. “well, we could always just eat at the big cafeteria thing for the athletes.”

“yeah, but it hurts everyone’s stomach, i don’t really feel like using the restroom all night…” he says with a heavy sigh, making you laugh softly.

“true. do you just want to do room service tonight? we can just have a quiet night together.” you suggest, pulling your jacket tighter around you.

“that does sound nice, but it’s never quiet with this little one.” he looks down at lucy, tickling her tummy. she giggles and grabs his cheeks, smacking his left cheek softly.

“she takes after her uncle cole and uncle arber.” you sigh, “but she gets her laugh from you.”

juraj looks over at you, eyes softening. “she does?”

“oh, yes. she sounds just like you and she even leans her head back too. you two are so alike, she copies everything you do.” you smile happily at him, “i have pictures of you two sitting or standing the same, smiling the same, walking the same, she’s quite literally a mini version of you.”

juraj looks back down at lucy, who’s looking at the patch on his jacket now, tracing it clumsily with her chubby fingers. “lucy…” he says softly, catching her attention, “she is…she does look like me…”

lucy looks up at him, a wide, gummy grin on her face. she grabs his cheeks again, then his bottom lip. juraj smiles at her, cooing a few soft words as he lifts her in the air.

“well, shes your child. what did you expect?” you laugh, stepping inside the hotel doors.

“well, i thought she would mostly look like you…and i still think she kind of does. but now i do see myself in her a little..” juraj says quietly, walking up to the elevator with you.

“look at this…” you say, pulling out your phone as the elevator closes. you show him your lock screen, a picture of him and lucy.

lucy’s smile is exactly the same as his, her little tongue poking out to mimic juraj’s expression for the picture. their nose is the same, eyebrows too.

juraj examines the picture, eyes softening even more than before. “wow…” he whispers, looking over at lucy. “we’re twins!”

lucy coos and babbles, smacking her little hands together, a gentle clap. juraj laughs and kisses her head, walking out of the elevator.

you watch them with quiet happiness, glad you get to spend your life with such a kind man who’s a great father.

some people watch juraj and lucy interact with a smile on their faces, waving at lucy when she looks over at them.

not a lot of people know about you and lucy, but a few weeks back, you two decided that since you’re here with him at the olympics, it’s a good time to really show off your little family to the people and fans who have been so curious of yours and lucy’s identity and ties to juraj.

that night, you take a sneaky, candid photo of juraj feeding lucy, the two happy and content, calm and quiet in each others presence. you post the photo on your socials, tagging him in it.

the post goes crazy immediately, with not only his nhl team commenting but also his olympic team. his friends and family comment and heart the photo, along with some of your friends and family too.

lucy eventually falls asleep in juraj’s arms, snoring quietly. he sets her in her crib, walking over to you with a smile as you finish eating.

“why’s your phone blowing up?” he whispers, hearing all the buzzing from your phone.

you show him the post, watching his smile grow bigger, seeing the adorable picture and all the supportive comments.

he looks up at you again, “you took that just now?” he whispers, to which you nod in response. “i love that photo…”

he immediately pulls out his own phone and reposts the photo to his story, adding a heart emoji.

you get up and change into your pajamas, walking to the bathroom to get ready for bed. juraj changes into his sleep pants and follows you, brushing his teeth while you do your skincare and hair.

he watches you with adoration, gaze filled with love and affection. “you’re beautiful…” he says, walking behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

you look up at him in the mirror, brushing your teeth. a little toothpaste drips down your chin and you look at him weird, wondering how he finds this attractive.

juraj laughs loudly, making you elbow him in the stomach so he doesn’t wake up lucy. he coughs, grabbing his stomach. “sorry…”

you laugh, spitting out your toothpaste and rinsing, then you floss and use your mouthwash.

once both of your routines are finished, you check on lucy and then tuck into bed with juraj. he pulls you close, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“still can’t believe you and lucy were so engrossed in luge that you forgot about dinner…” he whispers, chuckling softly.

“yeah yeah, whatever…” you smile and whisper back, “i’m just surprised we both found something that interested us here other than hockey and figure skating…”

he fixes your shirt, pulling the blanket over you more. “i know, right? now, get some rest…i love you, sweetheart.”

“i love you too, juraj…” you whisper back, tucking into his arms, warm and content as you drift off.

[creamsiclemelt]

in honour of doby signing his extension with the habs, i gotta share this video in which he insisted on doing his rookie lap without a mask lmao

[fiveskulls]

"the enforcer role is obsolete" yes... except for arber xhekaj. have you seen the past few games? that's the least scrums i have ever seen this entire season.

"the enforcer role doesn't actually prevent fighting or protect the top line" maybe... except for arber xhekaj. if people are even THINKING about it, he talks them out of it. do you want a concussion? do you want the EMBARRASSMENT of geting rocked by a 200+ pound giant? game six, tampa bay: gally was starting shit, almost got himself into some trouble. the second arber skated over, trouble found its way elsewhere. they're SCARED of him because they KNOW he's all that.

"the enforcer role robs teams of competent players" sometimes... except for aber xhekaj, whos checks are enough to flip a 6'7 man onto his back. whos slapshot caps out at 96 miles an hour.

they don't call him le sherrife for no reason. he's the ultimate enforcer, and he's a GOOD PLAYER for it. he WILL lay the beat down, and nobody wants that. not even lucic.

plus, he has infinite swagger.