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thatinwardhell · 3 years ago

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can i request a smutty/fluffy cole sillinger fic pls!!!

dude i literally had no idea who cole sillinger was before this ask but im grateful to you anon for introducing him to me bc. lord. <333 fluffy/smutty childhood best friends to lovers sort of thing. sorry if it's a bit short!!! i have a harder time writing for players i dont know, hope you enjoy tho <333

Cole always wondered how your body felt so warm next to him as you laid, curled up in the thin top sheet and basking in the warm, summer air Regina had to offer, drifting through his open bedroom window.

He always wondered why he liked it so much that, after so many years of friendship, after spending diapers and terrible twos and tormented middle school years together, you slept next to him in his bed when you slept over. The clock read 1-something as Cole gazed at you, soundly asleep, sprawled out in his sheets, glowing tender in the sharp moonlight.

The night seemed to feed contemplation for him - dredging up memories he'd blocked out of his head throughout the season, since he'd been drafted, even. Cole couldn't remember how long he'd had romantic feelings for you - liked you, loved you, how long he'd felt a fuzzy feeling in his tummy when your hand brushed against his or when you'd lean over on his shoulder as you laughed too hard at a stupid joke he'd made.

You were comfortable. Sweet. Affectionate. Sometimes affectionate enough that Cole could sink his teeth into the daydream of you as his girlfriend, your kisses on his cheeks were something more than a friendly formality.

He felt you stir, then, humming in your sleep and rolling over, snuggling deeper into your pillow. The sheets rustled again as he sunk back down from where he'd been sleeping against the headboard, coming to lay face-to-face with you. Your breath fanned out across the pillow, eyes closed and without a care in the world. Cole thought you looked like a fucking angel, then. Maybe just a human, maybe just the only perfect person on earth, maybe he was just head-over-heels in love with you and couldn't get the words out.

Impulsively, stupidly, Cole's hand came up to cup your cheek, brushing a stray strand of sleep-tousled hair out of your face and rubbing his thumb at your cheek, as if to let you sink into the pad of his thumb, then through his skin, and into his veins. Maybe then he'd be able to take you back to Columbus with him, tucked away somewhere where you'd always be like this, asleep next to him and wrapped up in too-thin sheets and sweet dreams.

"Hey," You whispered, groggy and voice muddled with sleep, bringing your smaller hand to wrap around his wrist and left it there (the feeling of your skin on his always made Cole shiver, though he'd never say it out loud. At least not to you.)

"Hey," He whispered back, thick eyebrows furrowed and eyes shining somewhere distant in the moonlight, "Did I wake you up?"

"Don't worry about it," You whispered back, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you tried, as subtly as you could, to snuggle closer to him. Cole felt your hand move against his in the darkness of his room, skin sliding against skin as you brought your palm to his, your fingers between his. "What'cha thinkin' about?"

"Nothing." Cole muttered, eyes flitting own to where your hand met his, thinly covered by the top sheet, squeezing softly and hoping you wouldn't notice. "Go back to sleep."

"I can't now, C," Cole hated that nickname. Not because it was a bad nickname - it was short, sweet, nothing overly sappy. Through the years he'd started to detest the way it'd make his stomach churn more and more, bringing a blush to his tan cheeks more than he'd admit. "I gotta know what your secret is."

"It's nothing, I told you," He tried to sound annoyed, putting on a fake pout and rolling over, letting your hand slip from his in the tussle of sheets against skin.

The thin air in the room seemed to wait for a response to this, and for a moment, Cole wondered if you'd really gonna back to sleep. Your breaths were guarded, bated in the standstill moment as you laid flat on your back in the softness of the sheets beneath you.

"How do you-" Cole mumbled, drawing his breath in and pausing, holding it like birds in his lungs, eyes staring at the hardwood floor before him. He shifted, slightly, turning his head over his shoulder as if to spy on you, only finding the dark tunnels of your eyes looking back.

"How do I what, C?" You smiled, shifting closer to him, eyes so slightly tired and gaze set on him. "You're freaking me out a little."

"How do you feel about me?" The words were short, blurted out as if they couldn't wait to leave his lungs, falling from such great heights to achieve their greater purpose.

You paused, Cole heard it in the air, a breath drawn in and kept there, hands laced together and a pressure behind your ribs that you couldn't quite place.

"What do you mean, Cole?" He rolled over at this, eyes flitting to your face and searching for something, anything behind the ever-so-slight quirk in your lips, the furrow of your brows, the dull glow behind your pupils. "You know I love you, I just don't-"

"Not in that way, Y/N," His voice sounded strained, thrown somewhere distant and exasperated as he turned on his back, arm over his eyes, as if to block some unwanted reality he was afraid to face. "I don't, I just,"

Cole seemed to search for a moment, lost in the skin-colored darkness his arm provided and fingers in a fist as he tried to find his words. He thought back, back to the years-long friendship that he could, that he was surely ruining as his words drifted from him, of nights just like that one that would be lost to the tides if he really fucking told you.

"I think I'm in love with you," It came out a whisper, something barely there and tiny told to the darkness. "I think I've been in love with you for a long time, and I fucking know, I fucking know this ruins everything, but I just need to know how you feel, because I can't keep-"

Your hand was on Cole's cheek then, ushering him to turn back to his side and prying his arm away from his eyes and your lips were on his before he could process anything.

Years of wondering, waiting, imagining what your kiss felt like came to an unceremonious head - tangled in sheets at what would usually be a normal sleepover for the two of you, putting a star alight in Cole's stomach as he laid and took the feeling of you kissing for himself.

Your mouth was soft, tasting so faintly of your minty toothpaste, warm and comforting when he rolled over on top of you, caging you in with strong arms and grown-out hair whispering over your forehead.

"Cole," You whispered between kisses, hands tangled in his soft, sweet-smelling hair, something tugging at the edges of your lips as Cole continues to kiss the corners of your mouth, your lips, nipping every so often, as if to ask for entry.

He hummed, contentedly, happily, when you opened your mouth for him, allowing his tongue in, taking the immediate opportunity to run his tongue over the inside of your mouth, reverently, as if to memorize the roof of your mouth, the edges of your teeth, the feeling of flesh on flesh.

You gasped as Cole moved lower, pressing a peck to your chin before nudging it up, reveling in his newfound access to your neck. A murmur of his name floated into thin air again, hands still stitched into his hair and legs halfway wrapped around his waist.

"God," The sound was quiet, whispered, as if this was some blissful secret between the two of you, basking between wandering hands and open-mouthed kisses. "Been waiting to do this for so long."

You said nothing in return, too lost in the feeling of his lips, his teeth, his tongue on your neck, offering only breathy gasps and half-moans as your hips canted upward, earning you a satisfied groan against your neck.

Cole's mouth was everywhere, soft brown hair tracing its own path down your body as he moved lower and lower on your body, drifting to suck on your clavicle, a toothy smile erupting against your skin when he felt you arch your back and the vibration of a moan against his cheek.

"Cole," You whispered again, a tug prickling against Cole's scalp as you pulled him back to your lips, teeth bumping as you kissed, desperately, wantonly, in the darkness. "Mh, Cole, need you."

He shushed you, softly, dragging his lips against your cheek and nipping at your earlobe softly, playfully, laughing fully, sweet and hearty when you smacked him lightly on his shoulder for biting you.

Cole's hands were desperate, everywhere all at once, drifting down your tummy and caressing the line where your sleep pants met your skin beneath the shirt you'd stolen from him God knows how many years before, eyes meeting yours briefly before they made their burning path upwards, lifting your (his) shirt with them.

He wasted no time in cupping your tits in his hands, skin soft against skin as he seemed to memorize every part of your haphazardly half-naked body. Cole's lips never left yours - never parted except for needy gasps of air and to lick his way back into your mouth.

You were gasping, desperate, shameless in the darkness, back arching and laying flat as Cole's fingers danced experimentally across your breasts, pinching and squeezing and caressing carefully, listening closely for a particularly loud gasp or a choked-out moan.

Cole was fucking everywhere - every kiss planting itself in your ribcage, sinking deeper than skin as he brought his mouth to your nipple. You gasped, arching deeper into his mouth as he hummed, delightedly, only sending you further at the feeling of the vibration.

His hands remained busy at your other breast, pinching and squeezing your nipple in time with his mouth as he laved over the other, eyes shut and lashes fluttering something beautiful.

Your mewls got lost in the silence of Cole's dark room, gasps and broken moans swallowed up by the hungry night as he switched to the other breast, attaching his mouth to the underside of it, sucking bruises into the sensitive skin there.

"Cole, I-" You whispered, broken by small, pathetic pants as your best friend, boyfriend, one-night-stand made no attempts to stop, lavishing your tits with kisses as you tried desperately to get out what he wanted to say. "I love you. Mph, so much."

The room paused for a moment, Cole's mouth stopped moving against your skin, briefly, and you wondered for a second if you'd gone too far. But nonetheless, his mouth moved like magic against your skin once more, kissing down your sternum and you felt him, deep in your bones, mutter something that sounded too similar to 'I love you too.'

You swore, you swore up and down in your head that his mouth felt otherworldly, like nothing you'd ever felt before, that time had stopped on the old, familiar digital clock that rested just where it always did on his bedside table. Mouthing openly at the dark roof above, eyes screwed shut in anticipation, in fear, in whatever emotion pooled in your belly as Cole kissed his way down it, you felt fingers dip below the thick fabric of your sweats.

The weight, the feeling of Cole's body left for a moment and you gazed up at him as he rose from your body, his altar, flouting back on his haunches and sitting there, taking you in like worship.

His large hands came from his thighs, hesitating, almost, above your skin, before taking your hips between his large hands, running them up you body, slowly, tracing the edges of your body into his brain, where he would always remember the way you felt, naked, vulnerable, beneath him.

"You're so," Cole muttered, choking on the words in his throat, mouth hanging open as he took it all in - how the moonlight fell on your skin, how your arched and keened for him, how you stared up at him with the most beautiful eyes he thought he'd ever seen. "I just never thought..."

He trailed off, pupils blown wide as you sat up, slowly, as if any sudden movement would scare him away in those fleeting moments, basking in the midnight moon. Cole's hair was soft as you tangled your hand once more in it, bringing him back for a kiss.

It was futile, really. To think that the two of you could make up for years upon years of silent words dying in mouths, fleeting touches remembered as Cole moved to Columbus, lingering, residual longing as you both stole glances of each other at family barbecues with sex. But as Cole haphazardly laid you back down, shoving his thin, flannel sleep pants down his thighs and tugging at your own waistband, you felt fucking complete.

He was pleading, almost, groaning against you as you pulled down your sweats and panties, cloth landing carelessly on the floor with a muffled thump, waiting to be picked up the next day.

"Cole, baby," Cole felt his insides warm with an unfamiliar feeling at the pet name that slipped from your lips as you spread your legs, revealing the very delta of Venus. Your eyes were shy, head tilted down as he stared as your sex, drawing his hands forward and pressing your legs as flat as they could be before bringing his weepy cock between your thighs.

Cole's eyes were pleading, pleading to fit inside you with the fervor, the desperation both you and he knew had been burning in the both of you for years.

You nodded, silently, timidly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and bringing him as close to you as he could be, without drawing him into your own skin. Still clinging to him, arms wrapped rightly around Cole's shoulders, you gasped as he finally pushed inside your needy cunt, reveling in the stretch, the embers between your legs as he split you open on him, groaning at the feeling.

You didn't need words, as Cole held himself above you, seated inside you as if you had been made to take his cock, just gasps and groans and small utterances of fuck and baby drifting between the two of you aimlessly, as if a gull on the seaside wind.

Everything felt full and warm and complete.

Cole's body laid against yours, him inside of you, he began to move, drawing in and out experimentally, as if to test the waters of the fragile balance that hung between your bodies.

The draw of his cock in and out, the veins and ridge of his head made you gasp, drawing him ever closer as you wrapped tour legs around his waist, now clinging to him completely as he took you apart, bit by bit, until there was nothing left but the wanton bodies that laid there in that bed.

Words failed you as you tried to describe the feeling you fucking felt as he fucked you, not earnestly, not yet. You felt his love. It wasn't the blissful feeling of him dragging against your walls, it was the warmth you felt inside as you as Cole pressed pisses against your skin, over and over, the feeling of your nails against his back, hissing and beginning to snap his hips faster at the feeling.

"I love you," You sobbed, as Cole fucked into you steadily, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room as tears fell from your eyes.

You didn't know if it was how good he felt, or how fucking good it felt to finally get this after years of waiting, pining, loving him from a distance, or just the feeling of knowing he wanted you too, that your affection wasn't one-sided.

He said nothing at this, kissing away the salty tears that fell from your eyes and murmuring iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou like a fucking mantra, words slurred together as his hips picked up their pace, split only by grunts and panting, desperate breaths.

Both of you had known since his tongue had delved into your both that neither of you would last long.

Cole felt his orgasm approach rapidly, something overwhelmed in him about the feeling of having his dream girl beneath him, wrapped around him so desperately, mewling his name and crying, fucking crying and moaning out your love for him.

So he pulled back for a moment. Cole's hips kept their pace against yours, but your arms fell from his and he snatched one up, lacing your fingers together and admiring you beneath him.

And maybe that was enough to make him lean back, the sight of you. teary-eyed and moaning uncontrollably as he fucked you, holding hands with him all the while, fumbling through your own orgasm. It was enough, more than enough, for his hips to cant toward your desperately and shoot inside of you, groaning to the heavens and dropping back down against you, still bucking his hips.

You felt so full. So full and so happy and so fucking safe as Cole filled you with his seed, squealing and feeling something between your hips tighten, pulse desperately as you arched against Cole's spent body, leaving him to wade through your orgasm with you, fucking you in little, small strokes through it, reveling in the sound of you coming, just for him, only for him.

The both of you stayed like that awhile, sticky and sweaty but fucking content. Bodies sated against one another, no desire to move crossing your minds as he rolled you back over, so that you were both laying on your side, his long limbs wrapped around yours and you hummed, happy and well-fucked.

There'd surely be things to talk about the next day. How things would work between you two, how much you fucking loved him, since you were a little girl, how you wanted so desperately to be his.

And you could tell Cole wanted to talk too - his eyes were still wide open as he buried his face in your hair, sighing at the sweet smell of it and tightening his grip on you.

For however long the two of you had until the sun rose, you didn't need words. All you needed was to be wrapped in each other, cheeky, sweet kisses pressed against sticky skin, Cole still buried inside you, and the memory of I love you's whispered against skin played over and over until you drifted to sleep.

#cole sillinger #cole silinger imagine #cole silinger smut #cole silinger fic #cbj #answered asks #asks #hockey imagine #hockey smut #nhl fic #nhl imagine #nhl smut #anon response

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penaltybox-gossip · 3 months ago

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https://x.com/drlvlnghome2you/status/1908926163092930746?s=46

leaked tate song spilling some cole tea 👀 he was hitting her up a whole year after they broke up yikes

Well he was liking her posts last season so not surprised

#c. sillinger #tate mcrae

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huggybug · 3 years ago

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nhl teams graded on attractiveness by me, a self-proclaimed judge of all hot men

ana: B+

strongest contributors: trevor zegras, jamie drysdale

despite losing josh manson (he’s in a better place now <3) they are a solid team but there’s definitely room to improve.

ari: F

there’s is literally nobody who contributes to the hotness of this team

bos: B

strongest contributors: charlie coyle, matt grzelcyk

knowing absolutely nothing about anyone really on this team, they’re a very (slightly above) average looking team

buf: C+

strongest contributors: owen power, dylan cozens, tage thompson

there’s a few that bring the average down but overall, not bad

cgy: B

strongest contributors: matthew tkachuk, elias lindholm

look, they might not be everyone’s favourite but i think the main group of guys are all cute. however marks taken off because most of them are married i think

car: C

strongest contributors: andrei svechnikov

almost all of them look like different variations of the same average looking man

chi: B-

strongest contributors: kirby dach

honourable mention to dylan strome.

col: A+

strongest contributors: everyone except jack johnson

this one doesn’t even need an explanation

cbj: A-

strongest contributors: nick blankenburg, boone jenner, cole sillinger

their original mark was B- but then i watched that new video and bumped them up. they fly under the radar (literally because i sometimes forget they’re a team) but they’re surprisingly good looking

dal: D

strongest contributors: tyler seguin, roope hintz

i’m just not interested in them tbh

det: D-

strongest contributors: mo seider, lucas raymond

this is very generous of me

edm: D

strongest contributors: leon draisaitl, dylan holloway

these two are the only attractive ones, there’s a couple others who aren’t bad looking but… let’s just say i feel bad for oilers fans

fla: C-

strongest contributors: ben chiarot, gustav forsling

i actually got bored while i was looking through their roster photos

lak: C

strongest contributors: alex turcotte, alex iafallo

there’s a couple other decent ones but meh

min: B

strongest contributors: matt boldy, tyson jost

literally a 50/50 split. they do have potential though and the boldy/josty duo really bumps up their mark

mtl: C+

strongest contributors: josh anderson, nick suzuki, cole caufield

they kinda look like soccer players also why does cole look 12 in his headshot

nsh: C-

strongest contributors: roman josi

josi carries. they aren’t bad but also not amazing

njd: A

strongest contributors: jack hughes, ty smith, nico hischier

they have a few cute guys but then the rest are just meh. i feel like there’s a lot of old guys so that brings them down too

nyi: C

strongest contributors: anthony beauvillier, matt martin

they seem very old. if tito leaves, their mark is taking a serious hit

nyr: D-

strongest contributors: braden schneider, dryden hunt?

i actually can’t stand them so yeah😐

ott: D+

strongest contributors: josh norris, tim stützle

i literally know like 5 people on this team. they’re not bad though, honestly was pleasantly surprised when i looked at their roster

phi: F

strongest contributors: carter hart

sorry gingers just aren’t my type

pit: B

strongest contributors: sidney crosby, richard rakell, john marino

they collectively give off dilf energy and i kinda love them for it

sjs: D+

strongest contributors: thomas bordeleau, william ekland, jasper weatherby

not even bordy can save them. i don’t know anyone else on this team and i don’t think i want to anyway

sea: B+

strongest contributors: jordan eberle, matty beniers, haydn fleury

this one feels controversial but i think for the most part, they’re a fairly attractive team

stl: D-

strongest contributors: jordan kyrou

kyrou is the only one i can stand on this team and even that is being nice

tbl: D-

strongest contributors: ross colton, brandon hagel

tor: D-

strongest contributors: mitch marner

this one is actually shocking, maybe if they had cuter players they’d do better in the playoffs

van: A-

strongest contributors: quinn hughes, elias pettersson, brock boeser, nils höglander

they hold a special place in my heart (would be A+ but tyler myers and brad hunt)

vgk: F

strongest contributors: brendan brisson

i think bren might be the only attractive one?

wsh: D-

strongest contributors: tom wilson

honourable mention to dilf tj oshie because i believe he’s a girl dad??

wpg: D+

strongest contributors: pierre luc dubois, nikolaj ehlers, blake wheeler

i thought pld would be the only one so props to them.

#don’t come at me pls #this is a JOKE #but also come argue with me if u disagree #team grades

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hockeygossip101 · 3 years ago

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I mean maybe tate story C was Cole Sillinger cause she’s following him but y’a

It must be because she also follows his brothers!

#hockey #hockey gossip #cole sillinger #cbj

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shutth3puckup · 2 years ago

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Who did cole cheat on Tate w ?

I don’t know if it was a particular person (someone we’d know) or if he just cheated. I thought they had broken up a few times during their relationship so I don’t think it was just a one time thing.

#c. sillinger #t. mcrae

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nhlgossips · 11 months ago

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Cole bagged Tate and still cheated soooo

😭

#c. sillinger

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axiomsofice · 4 years ago

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Group A:

Owen Power, D, NCAA

This is likely the only pick that we’ll be able to predict with much conviction. It’s a package that is impossible to ignore, a huge frame, good passing skills, and already contributing at a high level. Seeing as the second-to-last defenceman to go 1st (Ekblad, get well) just started to transform into his best self, and with Dahlin posting uneven results early in his journey, there shouldn’t be an expectation for Power to make the jump to Buffalo next season. Especially given he’d be headed back to Michigan, a higher level than junior, this should be an ideal place for him to hone his craft for a year or two before the Sabre slide him into their top 4.

Group B: 2nd to 10th

Some consensus should be coming as we approach the draft, but in general it wouldn’t be surprising for these players to be selected anywhere in this range. Central accounting’s lists were quite surprising and I definitely take their opinions to heart, along with many other opinions as well. I’ve divided them by position.

Defence:

Brandt Clarke, D, Slovakia (via OHL)

Clarke went overseas to find playing time this season, playing pro in Slovakia. He’s got a lot of agility, or shiftiness, with and without the puck. He’s aggressive in pursuing offence with his passing and skating, and has the quality to make plays and even score goals when he jumps up into the play.

Luke Hughes, D, USNDTP

The third instalment of the Hughes Brothers (Quinn and Jack), Luke is bigger than his brothers and amongst the youngest of the draft class. He has all the tools we’ve come to expect from the family interns of puck skills and skating prowess, although time will tell maybe not quite to the level of his brothers, but nonetheless standouts amongst this draft class. Given his age, and playing at a lower level than the rest of these top ranked defenders, the baseline of at least one more year before thinking about jumping to the NHL might be 2 for Hughes. With patience and development, Hughes could prove to have the most upside among blueliners in this class.

Simon Edvinsson, D, SHL

Not quite as tall as Power, but Edvinsson a big person in his own right. He uses this size and his skating to be a really effective defender. His offensive game, especially his passing and decision making, or perhaps better framed as transitions, is still a bit raw. Surviving in the SHL at this age is definitely an accomplishment, and the hope is that next season he can make a bigger difference in that league. It seems all but guaranteed he’ll be able to contribute in the NHL at some point, the question is more about how much.

CENTRE

Matt Beniers, C, NCAA

Beniers is definitely the prospect I’ve seen the most of in the class, and especially early in the season I had almost cone to terms with ranking him number 1. Although it is significant to me that Central Scouting had him as their 6th NA skater. He’ll be described as a 2-way centre, maybe a 2nd line type of centre, and I wonder if it’s mostly due to a perceived lack of upside that others might have jumped past him. Regardless, he’s already succeeding in at Michigan and played a big role on the Gold Medal U20 US team. He supports his teammates all over the ice and is a great passing outlet from breakouts to zone entries. He does have some skill and is probably my favourite to go 2nd overall at this point (June).

Mason McTavish, C, SUI (via OHL)

Another OHL top prospect who had to venture overseas for ice time, McTavish performed really well in a men’s pro league. Perhaps a bit more powerful in skating and style than Beniers, the situation with the OHL, a strong U18 performance, and a high season end Central Scouting Ranking (2nd NA), it’s likely McTavish will be considered a late riser, even though it’s not as if a strong development curve wasn’t expected. Especially as we get closer to the draft we should expects to see his name solidify itself in this 2-10 group, especially given his position.

WINGS

William Eklund, W, SHL

Eklund posted really good results in the SHL this year. He is able to contribute offensively in many ways, and at this point his game seems to be more effective than astounding. Having succeeded at such a high level already it’s hard to imagine he won’t be able to make a difference on an NHL roster in a year or two.

Kent Johnson, W, NCAA

Johnson might be a good foil to Eklund in that his play oozes skill, often able to makes and see plays at an extremely high level. He was able to translate it into both a strong performance at Michigan, and a high spot on Central Scoutings’ List. The fact that they ranked him above Beniers is very interesting to me, and says that scouts think his game will take well as he moves into higher levels. He is very fun to watch and attacks laterally in a way that only the high quality players can.

Dylan Guenther, W, WHL

19/20 was strong for Guenther, and a short and strange season for the WHL was enough for him to grow his reputation. He averaged both a goal and an assist per game in 24 games this season, basically playing as well as he could have. The CHL leagues were probably most affected among top development leagues, so it’s hard to know how much that affected things. That being said, should he return to the WHL it’ll be a tall task to improve his offensive output. Despite playing at a lower level he is very much in the mix with Eklund and Johnson, and it is quite likely there will be nothing close to a consensus on which order these wingers are selected.

Goalie

Jesper Wallstedt, G, SHL

More and more often were seeing really high ranked goaltenders, and as more of them start to pan out, it’s hard to make a case picking against Wallstedt. Posting great numbers in the SHL as a skater is impressive, but in net the accomplishment becomes truly rare among draft eligibles. The position is volatile, and it often takes time to find the metal stability to be an NHL starter. That’s why despite the dominant results in the SHL, it’s probably best to err on the side of patience. That being said, it’s exciting to conceptualize that he might be able to make a difference at the NHL level in 2-3 years vs in his mid to late 20s as is common for netminders.

Group C

This group I would call likely 1st rounders, obviously some of this caliber of player can fall into round 2, even in more normal years. Some might even be able to push over some of the group B prospects ranked ahead.

WINGS

Matthew Coronato, W, USHL

The Chicago Steel have a great program, and seem to have a more consistent line of talent than most of the others in their league, perhaps similar to the London Knights of the OHL. That being said Coronato scored at a ridiculous pace, even compared to his teammates. In part thanks to the Steel this league is being seen as more and more credible when it comes to drafting prospects. It is still not quite as strong of a league as the SHL or NCAA, but it might be the only thing that keeps him from going in the top 10.

Nikita Chibrikov, W, KHL

There is debate about who the best Russian forward prospect is between Chibrikov and Svechkov. In Chibrikov’s favour is the ranking from Central Scouting as well as a really strong U18 performance. It seems every year that the best Russian prospects don’t garner much respect from those who aren’t scouting the region specifically, so it shouldn’t be a surprise for all 3 Russians in this range (Chibrikov, Svechkov, and Chayka) to be selected earlier than one might expect.

Fabian Lysell, W, SHL

He is not quite as good a prospect as Lucas Raymond from the 2020 draft, yet the two are similar in that they are small, offensively capable wingers who didn’t get much ice time in their draft years, and who are much better at pressuring the puck all over the ice than given credit for. It wouldn’t be a surprise for him to fall a bit due to his stature, but Lysell still figures to go I. The first round.

Isak Rosen, W, SHL

Simon Robertsson, W, SHL

Brendan Othmann, W, SUI

Othmann has the size, power, and skating skills that figure to translate well to the pros. He has the shot and puck skills to be dangerous on the rush and gets a lot of chances to do so thanks to his abilities in transition and counter attacks.

CENTRES

Aatu Raty, C, SML

At one point a favourite to be the top ranked prospect in this class, Raty stock has cooled recently thanks to some less than promising results in the Finnish pro league. He’s big and strong enough to be effective along the walls in zone offence, and is able to find open ice in shooting positions. Typically, the Finns employ a utilitarian skillset, disposed to strong 2-way play or substance over style. I believe that this often causes the offensive capability of Finnish prospects to be undersold (thinking of Anton Lundell from the 2020 draft). If supported in the right way Raty could be a steal, especially given the scarcity of strong centres in this class.

Fedor Svechkov, C, KHL

Cole Sillinger, C, WHL

Chaz Lucius, C, USNTDP

DEFENCE

Corson Cuelmans

Carson Lambos

Daniil Chayka

Group D

This group is players I have a first round grade on, but are by no means a lock to be selected afterwards. No doubt that some of this group will be selected from the mid second round and later. At this point there is a greater number of prospects, so I’ll merely name a few that I feel strongly about.

Forwards

Logan Stankoven

Zachary L’Heureux

Chase Stillman

Defence

Scott Morrow

Stanislav Svozil

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