#Adrian Kempe Fic

[ladylooch]

In an atmosphere of celebration 🥳 Congratulations on the 300

How about Kempe and reader celebrating a dating anniversary? Very romantic! Lots of affection, slow dances... candles 😍

The Way You Look Tonight with Adrian Kempe

A/N: First, Thank you so much!!! Second, you're speaking my language :) But I think you already know that! I went with a wedding anniversary because I wanted it to be so extra! And that is first wedding anniversary category.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Boob grabbing, so fluffy you’re gonna die.

Adrian Kempe has never been one to skimp.

And tonight, on your first wedding anniversary, is no different.

You just arrived back in L.A. to get settled before the season after visiting both of your families. 

After you finished lunch this afternoon, Adrian immediately sent you off to the salon so you could get your highlights and color retouched along with a quick trim. He surprised you with manicure and pedicure appointments at the same time, followed by full hair and make up. When you returned home, you were disappointed to find he was nowhere to be found. Instead, a gorgeous bouquet of deep, red roses with hints of baby breath sat on your counter. A note in his scratchy writing is resting with a corner under the vase.

A year ago today, we made the best decisions of our lives. Thank you for choosing me, beautiful girl. Happy first anniversary. Jag alsker dig.

P.S. Go upstairs. More fun awaits you.

You lean in, savoring the sweet smell of the roses before giddily bounding up the stairs. There, you find a black garment bag along with two Cartier boxes. You bite your lip, grabbing the smaller of the two and popping it open. Gorgeous pearl earrings greet you. They are reminiscent of your grandmother's that you wore for your wedding last year. The other box has a dainty necklace with yours and Adrian's initials lined along the swoop of the chain. A note from him says more initials can be added as your family grows with a wink.

The jewelry is stunning, but the black, beaded, A line dress really gets your butterflies swirling. It's paired with gorgeous ombre red to black, open toe Louboutin heels. You start to get a little sweaty at the price tag of all these items. You're not sure your gift for him of an engraved Rolex is enough. 

With your hair and make up already done by the professionals, you slip into the outfit he arranged for you. You’re pulling up your phone to text him when his picture appears on the screen with a phone call.

“Babe, where are you?” You whine immediately. He chuckles.

“You’ll see soon. A car is coming to pick you up. Get in it and I’ll see you soon.”

“Oooo kidnapping! I like it.” 

“What? No.” He laughs. “But the driver is named Jason. Check that before you get in.”

Jason does indeed pick you up in front of your condo ten minutes later. You chat while threading through California traffic. Eventually, you get to the beach. The sun is starting to set over the ocean, finding an angle that releases the relentless, summer heat. You’re dropped off in front of an expensive seafood restaurant with gorgeous ocean views. Their patio is usually stacked, but tonight it’s set only for two. 

You slowly walk in. The indoor part of the restaurant is busy. 

“Hi, I’m meeting Adrian Kempe.” The host eyes sparkle excitedly.

“Mrs. Kempe! We have been waiting for you.”

“Oh great.”

She leads you outside to where one table is set up. Adrian is out there, leaning against the railing overlooking the beach. He turns when he hears the door, grinning at you and only you. His hair is pulled back into a bun, just how you like it. He’s wearing a white, t-shirt button down, leaving his tattoos exposed for you to run your fingers along after a few glasses of wine.

“You look just as beautiful as a year ago.” He murmurs, leaning down to capture your lips. “Hi. I missed you all day.” He holds your hand as he admires the outfit he picked for you. It looks better than he could have dreamed on your curves.

“Me too. You’re the one who sent me away.” You remind him. Your hands grip the muscles of his back as you sway together for a moment. His lips rest against your head, breathing in the scent of your hair products.

“Was it worth it?”

“Yes. It was amazing. Thank you.”

“Good. You deserve all of that and more.” He leans away to grab you a glass of champagne. You take a small sip after a clink of your glasses in a cheers.  “To us. Forever.”

“Forever.” You agree, tilting your face up for another soft kiss. His hand at the small of your back presses you deeper. You lose a bit of your footing with his insistence of pressing you deeper into him. 

“Sorry.” He murmurs. “Want you closer than that.”

“Am I going to have to sit on your lap during dinner?”

“Yeah and feed me like a baby bird.” He chuckles, kissing your cheek. 

After you both finish your first glass of champagne, you grab another then sit down to start munching on your meal. You start with oysters and shrimp ceviche then move into a light salad with butter lettuce and a lemony dressing. You two take turns feeding bites from each others forks, leaning shoulders into each other and stealing kisses as the waiter takes your starter plates away.

“Thank you.” You murmur, then kiss your husband’s lips again. The privacy on the balcony along with the champagne is making you fee loose. “I hope we can recreate other parts of this night together.”

“There is more at home when we are done.”

“Yeah?” 

“Mhm. Champagne… candles… bubbles in a bath tub… chocolate covered strawberries….” He nibbles on the side of your throat as he says that. You let your head fall towards his, gripping his necklace under his shirt for some grounding. He’s recreating your honeymoon too and you hope what happened in that bed then repeats tonight.

Another glass of champagne is gone. Multiple courses begin to filter to the table including pasta, sushi rolls, crispy okra, and a ribeye with a decadent truffle butter sauce. You share everything, but are both too full to consider any dessert. 

“I have something sweet at home for when we want it.” He assures you when you feel guilty about saying no to chocolate gelato. “How about another glass of champagne though?” 

“Yes!” You wiggle against him as he pours you both another round. 

A recognizable, soft jazz beat begins to play in the outdoor speakers. 

Some day, when I’m awfully low… when the world is cold… I will feel a glow just thinking of you.

Your gaze meets his and you feel yourself tear up, remembering the soft steps of your first dance. It was such a hectic night, but all the noise faded when this song played. Adrian had held you so close, lips on your ear the whole time, signing the lyrics to you as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Dance with me?” He murmurs, kissing along your knuckles hanging off his shoulder. His lips hover on the large wedding rings he gave to you. Their imprint stays in his lips for an additional moment when he pulls away.

“I would love to.” You set your glass on the table and let him lead you to an open area of the patio. He pulls you flush with him, just like he did a year ago, whispering into your ear how incredibly beautiful you are. Then he sings along with Michael Bublé.

“Lovely, never ever change. Keep that breathless charm, won’t you please arrange it? Cause I love you. Just the way you look tonight.” His European accent muddles the words a bit as he sings, making you fall for him again. You pull away, eyebrows pulled low in tender love for your sweet man. 

"Baby." You murmur into his neck. "This is too much. I didn't get-“

"You are worth all of this. I'm so happy. Our life together is better than I could have imagined it being even on our wedding day. I want to spoil you."

“You have. This was all so unexpected and so sweet. I love you.”

“I love you too. Happy anniversary.” 

The first pop of fireworks surprises you as they fly off from the beach into the ocean. Adrian hugs you tighter so you know you are safe against his chest. You tilt your head up to the sky, watching the next one burst in gold across the inky, black sky. 

“Oh my god!” You exclaim. At your wedding, you had wanted to have fireworks, but the dry weather conditions made it a last minute cancellation from the venue. “You got me our fireworks.” Adrian had tried so hard to get them to reconsider because he knew how much you wanted them with sparklers for your guests.

“I told you I would. Sorry they are a year late.”

“No, it’s perfect.” You admit as he transitions behind you, pressing your back to his front so you can watch together. Both your hands fold together over your stomach, admiring the glittering booms he arranged just for you.

It’s late when you get home. But you two are not tired. There is a glow coming from under your bedroom door as you walk down the hall with him. He pushes the door open from behind you, showing you an oasis of candles, soft music, rose petals complimented by a chilled bottle of champagne on the nightstand.

“I should carry you over the threshold. We never did that last year.” 

“Yeah you were too desperate.”

“Me? You were too.” He laughs, swooping you up. “You ripped the buttons off my shirt.” He brings you into the room.

“Still not sorry about it either.” He sets you down on your feet and you look back at him as he unzips your dress.

“Who is breaking into our house and doing these things for us?”

“Don’t worry about it. They’re gone.” He murmurs against your shoulder. He unhooks your small straps from your shoulders, letting the whole dress pool down at your feet. A groan sounds at the sight of your lacy butt cheeks pressing against his zipper. You rub your booty into him more, creating a hardening there. He reaches up to cup your bare breasts, holding them and stroking their tips into hard peaks. You melt into him.

“Bath?”

“Mhm.” You nod. He leads you forward, wanting to feel you brushing against his lap with each step.

You begin to strip him down in the bathroom. His shirt falls to the floor. You lean forward to kiss along his chest to his shoulder where you sink your teeth into him playfully. He chuckles, showing his straight teeth as you work on his belt next. His bottoms fall to the floor as his fingers hook in your panties, working them down your legs. He kisses his way back up your body, then offers you his hand to step into the tub. You both sink in, skin buzzing from the warmth and the night. You both want each other, desperately, but it’s going to be so worth the little bit of wait. 

“I have one last surprise for you.” He says as smooths bubbles across your arm. He points to his tattoo sleeve. Nestled inside the ripples of roses on his right bicep is your first name with his last, the infinity symbol, and the date of your anniversary. You run your finger tips over it, feeling the raised lines of the fresh ink.

“Babe. I love that. And you more than I can put into words right now. Tonight has been… unbelievable.” You sigh, leaning further back. “How is this all real? How are you real?”

“I constantly want to pinch myself that you’re mine.” He whispers. “So many times you could have left. This is not an easy life you have chosen.”

“No, but you make it easy.” You answer honestly. “If this was with anyone else, it would be so hard. But we have an amazing relationship. One I thought only existed in teen fairytales. I’m proud of us. I know we can handle anything as long as it is me and you.”

“Now to start planning next year….” 

“Oh my god.” You laugh, shaking your head at the thought. 

“Maybe no champagne tho…” He trails off. You turn to look at him, knowing this man aches for his baby in you. 

“I would be okay with that.” You admit. He grins, leaning forward to seal the deal with a kiss.

[pcttymcrlecu]

Psssst, it’s me! Your fic exchange writer! I hope you are as excited as I am for your fic! I have a couple quick questions for you so I can get started.

Love the list of players you have! Any chance you could give me a top 3? As a refresher, here is your list of gorgeous men: Andrei Svechnikov, Adrian Kempe, William Nylander, Josh Anderson, Brock Boeser, Pierre-Luc Dubois, Erik Johnson, Anthony Beauvillier, Nico Hischier, Colton Parayko, Mat Barzal, John Marino, Quinn Hughes, Elias Petterson, K'Andre Miller. (Can you see why I need you to narrow it down!? Your taste is excellent.)

Are there any songs or lyrics or quotes you love that you would like to see put into your fic?

If you do Spotify wrapped, what are two songs on there that fit your vibe?

What are the themes that have you kicking your feet? What themes would you be bummed out to receive?

Do you prefer reader-based fics or OC? If so, do you have a name preference?

You will be getting a happy ending! But would you perfect for it to be a full comfort fic, or have some angst to it as well?

hiii!! sorry this is a little late response 🫣 i am super duper excited though!!

I'm going to hide the answers under a read more so as to not bother people!

As a top three, I would probably choose (in no particular order): Andrei Svechnikov (I just adore him more than words can say), I am in my William Nylander era and because John Marino is new to my list this time around, I'll go with him!

Oooh I can definitely offer up some kind of input there but feel free to literally ignore it entirely. I do enjoy the whole vibe of At My Worst by Pink Sweat$ and Kehlani but also love Kodaline's Wherever You Are or these lyrics have recently struck a chord with me recently "I'm not a solider/But I'll fight through our darkest of days/Get on my shoulders/And I'll carry you all of the way" and also "I wanna slow dance in the living room like/We're eighteen at senior prom and grow/Old with someone who makes me feel young"

I don't do Spotify wrapped but I do use apple replay so hopefully that's fine for you as well! For this year: I think my vibe has been either anthemic or angsty so I'll give you one of each ahah - I'm Still Standing by Elton John and Unsteady by X-Ambassadors.

Anything Friends-to-Lovers/Idiots-to-lovers/the whole Requited-Unrequited Love thing gets me giddy all the time. Oh and how could I possibly forget Fake Dating. I'm a true hopeless romantic at heart so honestly if it could fit into the plot of a 90s/early 00s Rom-Com, it'll make my little heart sing. I really dislike miscommunication(in the sense of people not talking to each other - lost in translation/communication is okay). I'm not a big fan of pregancies (I prefer fun aunt/uncle/cousin vibes) but apart from that I'm not going to lie I'm pretty open, so long as it makes sense.

I like both honestly so I'm going to say it's up to you and what you're most comfortable with (I don't want to handcuff you too much) but it you want a firm response just let me know.

If it's 100% a happy ending, I don't mind a little bit of angst thrown in, you know - for character/dynamic development but I also would't be opposed to snuggling up with a cup of cocoa and the most wonderful piece of comfort prose to just destress a little.

I feel like I half answered a lot of your questions but please if anything is unclear and you need more clarification or you just want me to be decisive for once, let me know ☺️

[senditcolton]

getaway green!

another one from my "Wake Up Sunshine" series!! and the star of this one is Adrian Kempe, a man who i love, a man who is slightly underappreciated here, and a man who i have three fics planned for but haven't completely yet (including this one).

snippet below!!

It was an Instagram post that set you off. Which, when you put it that way, seems like a silly thing to make you feel the way you do now. But it was.

A simple black and white photo. A beautiful beach scene. And your… ex? Past lover? Former best friend? Adrian kneeling in the sand, holding up what was sure to be a beautiful ring. Proposing. To someone else.

It was your own fault that you saw it. If you had been braver, you would have unfollowed the LA Kings Instagram the minute you left Adrian’s house that early August afternoon. Blocked that account the same way you blocked him out. But it felt good to hold onto something from that summer, three years ago.

That summer felt like a dream. And in a certain way, it was. Until it ended. Until you ended it.

But both of you were so young and stupid back then. How were you to know?

[comphy-and-cozy]

Hello! I’m your summer fic exchange writer. :)

I need to ask just a few questions before I start writing, so I can get a good idea on what you’d like exactly for your fic.

• Would you like your fic to be Reader Insert or OC?

• What pronouns would you prefer me to use while writing your fic. [Mainly if you want an OC fic.]

• I was told you’d like to receive a fic with fluff and smut. [No hurt/comfort, angst - unresolved] Do you have any specific plot/storyline you’d like me to follow for your fic?

• Any specific songs you’re interested in to go along with the fic? [This could determine the mood of the fic and give me more of an idea for it! If you want to skip this question just put N/A]

• Please correct me if I’m wrong or if I missed some players. The players you’d like to read for are JT Compher, Andrei Svechnikov, Tyson Jost, Brady Skjei, Matt Martin, Mikko Rantanen, Adrian Kempe. Connor McDavid, Vince Dunn, Ross Colton, Tyler Bertuzzi. Do you have a preference for one of these players? [I’m completely fine with writing for any of these players.]

• Any additional information I should know about?

I can’t wait to start writing. I look forward to future interactions/updates.

Ahhh hi!!! Putting my answers below a cut :)

Would you like your fic to be Reader Insert or OC? / What pronouns would you prefer me to use

I’m good with either - whatever you are most comfortable with and feel fits best for the story. I’d prefer she/her pronouns but would be okay with gender neutral as well.

Do you have any specific plot/storyline you’d like me to follow for your fic?

No specific plot! I’m good with established relationship or not - up to you.

Some tropes I generally enjoy: friends to lovers, fwb to lovers, exes to lovers, sharing a bed, roommates, grumpy/sunshine, forbidden (best friend’s brother/sister, brother’s best friend, etc)… basically any of the cheesy tropes I’m in for!

Any specific songs you’re interested in to go along with the fic?

I don’t have anything specific in mind but I know songs can really help me when I’m writing, so here are a few with varying vibes if any of them speak to you:

Summer Jam - Jake Owen & Florida Georgia Line

When You’re Ready - Shawn Mendes

Crush - Dave Matthews Band

Better Together - Luke Combs

Heartbeats - Childish Gambino

When Did You Fall - Chris Rice

Coming Home - Leon Bridges

Late to the Party - Kacey Musgraves

And when in doubt, John Mayer sings the music of my soul (so sorry Taylor) so JM can be included any time, any way, anywhere if desired.

Would you like your fic to be Reader Insert or OC?

I’d like to revise and remove Ross and Vince from the list, and as far as preferences go my favorite guys are JT, Andrei, and Brady - but am completely okay with any of them! Could def go with something spicy for Matt or Mikko too 🤓

Any additional information I should know about?

I’d prefer to not include anything pregnancy related, but other than that I’m open to pretty much anything!

If you need or want to include a side character/friend (not romantic), you can have pretty much any Red Wing - but again don’t feel obligated to include this!

As you can hopefully tell I am very flexible! Please feel free to ask if anything else comes up. Super excited to read what you put together!!! 🥰🩷

[hockey-fics]

Hi, I'm dying to read a longer love triangle fic!! Id love it if William Nylander and Adrian Kempe were the two love interests in the story bc hello swedes (; I can just imagine the kings vs the leafs and they had like built up shit between them during the season and took it out on the ice you know, kinda cliché but still

I love this idea (and like all cliché ideas, to be honest) unfortunately I know next to nothing about either of these players and fear I won’t be able to do it justice

[whockeywhore]

No Risk No Reward 1.5

Jake peeled off the back of the bandage and pressed it to my side gently, running his fingers over the edges to seal it. I winced a bit and he looked up with a smile. 

“You alright?” 

“I will be.” 

“First tattoo always hurts and you picked a bitch of a spot.” He nodded to Adrian and chuckled. “This guy hasn’t even gotten a piece on his rib cage.” 

“Really? You scared?” 

“It’s self-preservation.” 

“Sure is is.” I pulled my shirt down and sat up, taking in the shop around us and all the art on the walls. I felt reckless, absolutely out of my comfort zone, and it was intoxicating. Jake held out a hand to help me down and I found my footing, reaching for my purse to grab my wallet. “How much do I owe you?” 

“It’s taken care of.” 

“What?”

“Consider it a gift. And you come back when you want your next one, yeah? Any friend of Adrian’s is a friend of mine.” 

He shook my hand and Adrian and I stepped outside, cool air hitting my face and waking me up a bit. I checked my watch and raised an eyebrow. 

“It’s almost two.” 

“You wanna head home?” 

He was close enough to feel the heat from his body and met his eyes when I looked up. A smile played on his lips and he cocked his head to one side, waiting for me to make the call. 

“Not really. But I understand if you’re tired.” 

“I’m wide awake, Morgan. And it’s up to you.” 

“I don’t want to go home.” 

“Then where to?” 

I looked around and pulled my phone out, tapping in an address for an Uber. He didn’t ask where we were going when the car pulled up, just opened the door and slid in after me. The ride was short and he smiled when we pulled up, shaking his head as we got out. 

“An arcade?” 

“A barcade. Have you ever been?” He shook his head again and grinned, grabbing the door. The place was loud and bright, flashing lights in every corner and carnival music blaring. Televisions on every wall showed various games and I nodded towards an old Kings game playing in the corner. 

“It’s a sign.” A battered pool table sat under that TV and I racked the balls as he grabbed drinks. I was chalking my cue when he returned, setting two beers on the table next to us. “Are you any good?” 

“Well, I don’t want to brag but... are you?” 

I nodded and pulled a ten dollar bill from my pocket. “Should we make this interesting?” 

He set his own cash on the table and nodded towards the table. “Ladies first.” 

Two hours later, I was leaning against the table to keep my balance. The table next to us was littered with empty bottles and he kept laughing as he tried to line up his shot. 

“You’re taking forever!” 

“Am not!” 

“Is it because you’re losing?” 

He stood up and pointed at the table, a hand on his hip as he rolled his eyes. “Pretty sure we’re tied.” 

I counted and frowned, realizing that we were in fact even, both of us waiting to sink the eight ball. I took the opportunity to lean over the table and give him a peek down the front of my shirt as he shot. 

The ball ricocheted and he shook his head, pointing at me with a scowl. “That’s cheating!”

“What?” 

“You distracted me.” 

“I did not!” 

He opened his mouth to argue but shut it a moment later, instead walking around the table to stand next to me. I bent over to take my shot and he leaned as well, wrapping one arm around my waist and the other around the pool cue. His body was flush against mine and I kept my head facing forward, my cheeks burning at the contact. 

“Don’t mind me.” His voice was barely a whisper, lips pressed against my ear as he squeezed my side. I took the shot, sank the ball into the corner pocket, and grinned wide as I turned to face him. He scowled and shook his head. 

Our faces were a few inches apart and I stole a glance at his lips, the corners lifting into a tight smile. His hand dropped and he gently brushed my backside as we both stood, still impossibly close. 

“You wanna play another game?” 

“You took all my money. I’m out of cash.” 

“You wanna get out of here then?” 

He leaned in, lips brushing mine for a brief second. He held fast and I felt the stubble on his chin brush my face. “What’d you have in mind?” 

[barfzal]

nocturnal me 

word count: 6,600

warnings: rough, choking, daddy kink, getting tied up, possessive adrian

requested: yeah! 

a/n: hey, hunnybees! i’ve been sitting on this one for a minute. i was feeling rather uninspired to post my writing on here, but bad times pass, and i want to say a giant thank you those of you who have consistently supported my writing and have reblogged it, i really appreciate you so much. this one is featuring a very possessive adrian kempe, and the title comes from a song by echo & the bunnymen. the swedish in here stems from my research, but if you’re a native speaker and find it a little iffy, please lmk. translations are at the bottom for my fellow non-swedish speakers. thank you so much for reading! ⋆ mia

Adrian’s tone sweeter than syrup masked his cruel intentions when he asked you if you would be interested in trying something new tonight. Your head was hung over his shoulder at the time, and his inquiry prompted you to lift your head and ask if he was hinting at anal. To that, he had let out a short, wheezed laugh, and he shook his head back and forth. With your fingers brushing over his toned, tattooed bicep, and the remainder of your third glass of red wine down the hatch, you foolishly nodded your head in agreeance, figuring that you could handle whatever it was he wanted to try. Under the yellow glow of the lamps that lined the streets of Paris and with a warm kiss from Adrian’s soft lips, you had sealed your fate for the evening.

At the door to your suite, Adrian leans over your body, his tall frame consuming yours, and he leaves delicious kisses on the surface of your shoulder blade while his wide palms engulf the fullest part of your hips. His lips against your skin fights at your attention, and you struggle in the search for the key to your room that had to be somewhere in your Saint Laurent shoulder bag. “Adrian, baby, I can’t focus when you touch me like that,” you whine to him quietly as his fingers glide under your dress, and you can feel his lips stretch into a wide smile against your shoulder at your complaint; he absolutely adores when you lose focus because of him. When you finally find the key, you fumble with the lock before turning the knob on the door. Once inside, you turn into his big arms while he closes the door behind him. Your fingers instinctively reach for his satiny, sand colored hair, and your lips reconnect. You let out a sigh of relief against his bottom lip while you loop your finger under the gold chain around his neck and tug him in closer; you are desperate for more of him, and by now, you have completely forgotten about how you had sold your soul to the devil when you agreed to Adrian’s innocent request.

His callous-lined palms are rough in contrast to the skin of your face, and he grasps you by your chin and pushes back on you. When your lips are pushed away from his, you unintentionally pout, and Adrian lets out a quiet chuckle at your expression of disappointment. The tip of his noise lightly brushes against yours. “Oh, my poor baby,” he mumbles sarcastically while he grins down at you. Your eyes follow his beautiful smile, while you feel his fingers trace over the apples of your cheeks delicately, and he tenderly sweeps your hair from your face and tucks it behind both of your ears. One of his hands hooks behind your neck and the other cups your chin again, and you hold his gaze for a few long moments; it’s not until you hear his voice, that you realize you have been holding your breath the whole time. “Go into the bathroom. I left something for you,” he tells you, and you note the difference in his tone; his voice has grown dimmer; Adrian is not asking you to go into the bathroom, nor is he suggesting it. He’s telling you.

Turning into the bathroom, you almost expect Adrian to come behind you, rather you hear the quiet sound of the door clicking shut behind you. The bulbs that line the vanity give off a diffused light, and sitting atop the countertop is a scarlet box. On the box, is a cream envelope; you reach for it, and slide your finger under the wax seal to pull out a thick card stock. You read the contents of his note in his scribbled cursive.

I want you to get undressed and put on what’s inside this box. Jag älskar dig - Adrian

Your nerves coil, but a smile spreads over your lips. Neither of you had really ever done something of this nature before. Adrian liked to be rough, but he was never this demanding. Usually, he would scramble to strip one of his Team Sweden shirts off of you in the apartment you shared in Los Angeles, but this was something entirely new. The nerves dissolve to anticipation as you pull the box open to find a skimpy set of black lace and mesh lingerie. The fabric was flimsy as you pulled it over your naked body, and you were certain the little material could not have been your size, so you check the tag, but sure enough it was exactly the size you were consistently. The little black straps and mesh were obviously designed to leave little to the imagination, and it flatters your figure impeccably. Your breasts are accentuated by the delicate straps of the bra, and you turn to your profile to look over your body in the mirror. Stepping into the red-bottomed black heels, you let out a quiet giggle at Adrian’s appetite for designer clothing and shoes; he was always picking out the most needlessly expensive clothing and accessories for you when he shopped for you, which was quite often, and he undoubtedly paid a lot for this micro set.

Moments pass of examining your own reflection and ruffling around with your hair before you walk out of the bathroom to see Adrian reclining in the artisan leather chair that was placed in the corner of the suite. His shirt has been stripped off, and the light carves out the muscles of his abdomen. His black denim hangs off the defined dips of his hips. His expression is stoic, so it takes you off guard when a smile creeps over his face. He couldn’t help it when he saw your beautiful body on display for him. “Come here, älskade,” he calls to you from his seat, beckoning you with two fingers to him. “Let me see what’s mine,” he whispers as you near him, and he wants no time, letting his hands brush over your stomach and wrap around your hips.

Looking down to where he sits, Adrian doesn’t meet your eyes; he is far too busy scanning over every inch of your body, and like every other time his intimidating stare was zeroed in on you, you feel the warmth build behind your cheeks. With a strong hand, he twists your hips, and he not so subtly guides you to turn for him. His short nails press into your hips and sink into your skin, sliding down the side of your thighs. “Fuck,” he hums against your skin before pressing a kiss into the dip of your lower back. He slips his fingers down the outside of your thighs, collapsing his hands around them and forcing your thighs apart gently as to not make you stumble in the shoes. Now you can feel his teeth press into your butt cheek, and the sensation makes you whimper, but you can feel the familiar tickle between your thighs. His grins with your flesh between his teeth at the noise you make, and his bite dissipates into a sweet kiss on your left cheek. When he pulls his lips from your butt, he is smiling widely with satisfaction after seeing the pink print of his teeth on your soft skin.

The warmth of his hands travels up to the front of your hips, and he yanks on you, pulling you down into his lap. You gasp when you find your seat on his thighs, and he lets out a quiet chuckle at your immediate shock. You stifle a whimper when his hand slides down your chest and past your stomach. His fingers roam between your thighs, and he rubs you through your panties. As you are about to let out a soft noise to indicate your approval, you can feel Adrian’s other hand wrap around the front of your throat. You let out a strained gasp at the contact of his hand over your throat. He doesn’t squeeze your throat with much strength, but like his fingers to your clit, he leaves a firm pressure there. Your noise makes him hush you quietly. “Shhh, that’s my girl,” he murmurs possessively into your ear as he slips his fingers under the material, and he runs his middle finger between your pussy lips. Your hips buck forward into his palm involuntarily, trying to get more contact, and Adrian’s hand clenches over your neck. “Don’t be greedy, baby,” he grumbles into your ear before leaving a kiss on your earlobe and releasing some of the pressure on your throat. With his long fingers, he lightly traces your clit in circles, and your toes curl in the Louboutin pumps while you exert an extreme amount of self-restraint to keep yourself from rocking your hips into his hand again.

By now, the wetness has seeped through the meager fabric of your panties, and when he lifts his fingers out from under the fabric they are glistening with your nectar. Using your jaw, he turns your head so your eyes will meet his. “Open up, sötnos,” he murmurs while looking into your eyes. Holding the gaze from his pale blue eyes, you open your mouth while he cradles your jaw with one hand. His eyes fall to watch his two wet fingers slide down the center of your tongue, and he groans out when you close your lips around his knuckles. When his eyes come back up to yours, his hand slips back to the base of your neck, and keeps his grip there. “Tonight is a little different because I want to have complete control. I want you to listen to and obey everything I say, yeah?” Adrian begins, his eyebrows furrowing as he questions you. With his fingers still in your mouth, you nod your head along, and blink once to confirm that you agreed to his terms. “Good girl, and when you answer me, you call me daddy, okay?” he murmurs as he pulls his fingers from between your lips, so you could respond. “Yes, daddy,” you let out for him as your fingers slide down to find his rigid cock prodding through his distressed denim. Adrian clasps his hand tightly around your wrist and pulls your hand up between the two of you while he shakes his head. “No touching unless I give you permission,” he orders and gives your jaw a light tap with two fingers.

Nodding your head up and down at this rule, he opens his lips to give you his final instructions. “Two last things,” he says while clearing his throat. Your eyes watch his dark pink lips move as he speaks. “If the pain or pleasure becomes too much to bear, say the word ‘nine,’” he instructs. You start to grin just a bit at this: his number. He uses his thumb to tilt your chin, to focus your attention away from his lips and back to his eyes. “And no matter how cruel I can be, don’t forget how much I love you,” he says in a tone just above a whisper. You hold his gaze with questioning eyes before he gives you a single nod, and you lean in to give him one last gentle kiss. His tongue tenderly rolls against yours, and you suck on his supple bottom lip before you reluctantly pull away from the kiss. “I love you too…” you murmur to him before adding “daddy,” which causes him to give you a wide smile, and he holds you by the throat and brings your forehead down to his. “Good girl,” he praises you quietly before bringing his lips up to your forehead and placing one kiss there.

His hand finds its way to the base of your neck, and the other hand tangles in your hair, strands of your hair lace between his knuckles, and he tugs on the hair at your scalp. “You’re gonna be good for me right, baby girl?” he asks with a sugar-coated voice, and you eagerly nod your head for him. “Yes, daddy,” you say obediently, and you watch as he bites his bottom lip. The word felt strange leaving your lips. There were times before where you almost accidentally yelped it out, but you never admitted that to Adrian. The word is new and provoked excitement, and a smile smooths over your lips after saying it.

His hand grasps the underside of your jaw, and his fingers press into your cheeks, squeezing them together while he smiles back at you, showing you the slight indent of a dimple in his left cheek. “You’re so good already,” he mumbles to you as he brings your wrists together behind your back, gathering them with only one of his large hands. “Now, down on your knees,” he says to you, “and keep those hands behind your back.” Following his order, you sink down now onto the floor between his open thighs and look up at him while lacing your fingers together behind your back. You see the bulge in the denim, and it takes every ounce of control to keep you from unbuttoning the pants for him. He loosens his pants slowly, his slender fingers working over the button and zipper. He pulls down the black material of his boxer briefs with the denim and slips it down his calfs before kicking them off. His firm cock rests, growing to its full, thick size, against his stomach, and he leans back in the chair.

His arm lifts and his tattooed bicep flexes as he sweeps back some of the long hair from his eyes. His other hand slides down his toned abdomen, and there is a shadow that emphasizes the definition of his Apollo’s belt. He slides his hand to the base of his long cock, and he lifts it, so it’s standing up straight for you. Your tongue instinctively slides over your lips, and hungrily, you wait for his command to take him into your mouth. Your eyes lift from his cock to his eyes, and you can see that they’ve darkened considerably to a dark slate. He has a cold stare, and though he had been your boyfriend for two years, you feel your stomach twist at his intimidating eyes. His fingers sweep up some of your hair, and without words, Adrian pulls your face in closer to his core, and he starts by slowly rubbing the tip of his cock over your soft cheeks. The tip of his cock slowly presses to your lips, and with great discipline, you keep your lips closed, only letting them be drawn open as his cock drags down your bottom lip. He slowly rubs himself over your lips like the wand of your lip gloss.

Taking this opportunity, you soak in all of your boyfriend’s physical perfections. His profound cheekbones, and the scar that lined his left cheek; the way his necklace dips in the crevice of his collar bones; the way his blonde hair curls at the back of his neck; the way his supple, dark lips hang open as he watches you. When you hear him order you to open your mouth, you are drawn back from your state of musing, and you obey, allowing your tongue to slide out for him. Adrian lets out a guttural noise as he slides the head of his cock over the center of your tongue. With a soft curse leaving his lips, his eyes shift from your open mouth to your eyes. Your mouth closes around the tip of his cock, and a quiet sigh leaves his lips. Your cheeks hollow as you suck on his shaft, moving slowly and intentionally, looking up at him with a cautious glance. He gives you a nod to let you know it was okay to continue, and you work your lips up and down his length. His chest heaves at your work, and his fingers delicately slide over your cheeks and sink back into your hair.

Saliva rolls down the center of your chin, dripping onto the brown leather between Adrian’s thighs. Your slow lips frustrate him, and his hips rock forward, shoving the remainder of his long cock down your throat, and it forces a quiet gag from your throat. “That’s my girl,” he huffs out. Sweat is beginning to form against his golden hairline, and you watch him try to stifle the pleasure, but behind you, his toes are curling into the floor boards, and you can see the muscles of his abdomen tense up. With his fingers winding into your hair, Adrian’s hand falls to your throat, and he begins to fuck your mouth. You feel him push himself down your throat again, but this time he holds himself there. For a few suffocating moments your throat contracts around him, and with the feeling around his shaft, and the way he can feel your throat move under his palm he lets out a long, loud moan. “Fuck,” he groans as he pulls his cock from your lips. You are panting now, eager for oxygen that you were just denied, and Adrian starts into a wide smile after seeing the string of saliva that hangs from your darkened lips.

Adrian drags your face up to his, his hands cradling your cheeks as he presses an open-mouthed kiss into your lips. His tongue dips into your mouth, and he moans quietly against your bottom lip. You let out a content sigh into the kiss, and absentmindedly your fingers slip between his thighs and wrap around the base of his cock. Your fingers slide up the entirety of his length before his lips tear from yours with a quiet grunt, and he firmly grabs your wrist. “I’m sorry,” you breathe out instantly, wide eyed when you realize your mistake, and he lets out a hushed chuckle while shaking his head. “That’s not how it works, little one,” he murmurs to you as he runs his fingers down to the edge of your jaw, and he rises to his feet. Adrian guides you by the neck until you’re standing in your heels, still coming up short compared to his height over you. “If I don’t punish you,” he starts while twisting your hips and walking you to the edge of the bed. “How are you ever going to learn?” he murmurs into your ear and presses a kiss into your earlobe before he pushes you down to your knees on the bed, positioning you like a figurine on your hands and knees. “You wanna be a good slut for me, don’t you?” he prompts you while yanking the slight panties down to the middle of your thighs. “Yes, I do daddy,” you moan back.

Your heat aches from the exposure, and Adrian revels at the sight of you propped up for him like his own doll. Your response strokes his inflated ego, and he revels in it. He starts with one strong hand, and the first slap to your ass comes like a thousand volts through your skin. You audibly cry out into the pillow, and he peppers the tender flesh with a few kisses. “What do you say?” he speaks up from behind you. You lift your face from the pillow with flushed cheeks. “Thank you, daddy,” you sigh out, and you can hear the smile in his voice when he responds “you’re welcome, älskling.” His fingers press into your ass, squeezing you tightly into his palm before he presses a kiss to the right cheek. His hand raises and cracks across your skin like lightning. You choke back a yelp, and your toes scrunch into the soles of the designer heels. He smiles, and slowly, his palm runs over the splotchy pink hand print forming on your ass. His fingers slowly slide between your thighs, and he slips his fingers down your slit, tracing your pussy lips with his fingertips, and your thighs tense at the sensation. You let out a moan through closed lips, and sigh blissfully into the pillow under your head. You begin to relax, arms stretching out, like a cat, melting into the sensations of Adrian’s gentle teasing until you feel the edge of his teeth pierce your skin and you gasp. He lets out a low laugh from his throat, and nibbles on the skin of your left cheek.

He roughly paws at your hips now, and with a firm grip, Adrian rolls you over onto your back. You let out an audible breathe as you’re turned over; your hands grab fistfuls of the sheets underneath you. You are met by Adrian’s cold eyes, and you unintentionally bite into your bottom lip upon eye contact. Slipping your panties off the remainder of the way down your thighs and calves, he carefully unhooks them from the heel of your shoes, and he brings the damp fabric up to take it between his teeth; he groans at the satisfaction of tasting you. You watch on eagerly while he goes on to tease you to great lengths. His fingertips are light for the first time tonight as he slides his fingers over your lips, every finger intentionally avoiding your clit while he watches you squirm. He pulls the panties from his lips and puts them next to your hip, not throwing them over the edge of the bed like he normally does. “Stay still for me, love,” he commands, and your hips come to a rest, but the task is proven more difficult than you thought when Adrian lightly slaps the skin of your warm pussy again, and it makes you flinch.

His fingers slap the surface of your pussy over and over before he slips a finger down your folds. His attention is fixated on your pussy, and he admires it as if it was his first time looking at it. “Look at this cute little pussy,” he says to you while his eyes follow the direction of his finger, and you try to mute a moan, but it hums through your lips, and it only feeds Adrian’s confidence. This would usually annoy you, but when you are as desperate as this, you are not above begging him for more especially when your pussy is throbbing for attention. “So small and tight,” he carries on, only adding in the last word when he presses the entirety of his middle finger into you, and it makes you whimper audibly. Adrian gives you small doses of the pleasure you crave, but it was only scratching the surface, and it is making you restless. “Please, daddy,” you finally breathe out, and the innocent tone of your voice make his cock jump against the sheets.  “Please what, baby?” he teases with a dark smirk. His finger curls inside of you, prodding the surface of that spot that makes your mind go blank. “Please lick me. Touch me. Anything, please daddy,” the begging fall out of your mouth in a quick desperate stream, and Adrian’s lips curl into a wide self-satisfied smirk before he pulls his finger out and slips a second finger into you. He groans as he presses his fingers into you, and he feels you constrict around his knuckles. Adrian never responds to your pleads verbally, but his arm wraps around your thigh, and he rests his tattooed forearm over your lower stomach. With his hand resting over your pubic bone, his thumb lightly grazes your clit that he had been ignoring. He pulls his fingers from inside of you and wraps his lips around them to taste you again.

Groaning at your flavor, he pulls his fingers from his lips, and he presses his fingers into your thigh, to push your leg out further. He lowers his head in to your heat, and his tongue starts leisurely sliding over your slit. His tongue is warm, and it tickles you when his tongue only faintly slides along your mound. “Such a pretty little pussy,” he breathes out against it, his eyes lifting from your pussy up to your eyes. The blue of his eyes are darkened to a cloudy grey, and you can see his tongue while it presses in deeper between your lips. Your pussy is being spread open by his tongue, and his tongue provides a firm pressure that makes you ball the sheets under you in your fists. His tongue slips through your folds in long licks, and he slides it over your clit very sloth-like. Your juices have rimmed the hair on his upper lip, and he moans as he presses in deeper. His nose rests above the hood of your clit, and he sucks your small clit into his mouth. His tongue lightly flicks it over and over, and the suction of his lips around it makes you moan helplessly. The stimulation is so much that you fear you might need to pull your hips from him. Just then, Adrian releases your clit from his mouth, and he lets out a groan from the back of his throat. His fingers that were pressed into your thigh to hold it out for him, come to your pussy and he lightly smacks it again, smacking over your clit gently. “This little pussy tastes as good as it looks, huh?” he mumbles to you with a small grin, his lips are glossed over with saliva and your juices. “Thank you, daddy,” you answer back, meeting him with a shy smile, and he grunts at your sweet tone.

His lips meet the surface of your thigh, and he presses a kiss into the skin there before dragging his teeth along it. Your nails dig into the mattress, and he brings his lips back to your pussy, placing a kiss on the lips of your pussy before he spits onto it. His saliva trails through the folds of your pussy before collecting at your hole. He presses his tongue into you slowly, and now he wriggles his tongue into your entrance, making you squirm. His arm that rests around your hip, forces it down into the bed, and his thumb rubs over your clit. Before long, your body temperature feels like it has risen, and your body is hot all over like you were in fever. Lost in the heat of his tongue, and captivated by the sound of his muffled grunts and tongue fucking you, you instinctively bring your fingers into the softness of his blonde hair. Your fingers grasp at the soft strands of hair, raking your fingers through his scalp without registering the rule you had broken. His fervent tongue stops, and his lips pull from your throbbing core. “Baby girl, you get too handsy,” he murmurs while letting out a quiet tsk under his breathe. He raises to his knees on the bed, his cock is harder than before, waving in front of him, and he reaches for the little fabric of your panties under your hip.

He gathers your wrists together in front of your stomach, his one hand clasping your wrists together, your breasts pushing together with your arms crossing in front of you. He wraps the material around your wrists, and ties it until you are no longer free to use your hands. He leans over you, and his face meets yours. He gives you a dark little smile. “That’s until you learn to ask permission,” he says while bringing his lips down to yours. You eagerly meet his lips, and you sigh at tasting yourself on him. His tongue tastes of you and the wine you two shared earlier. His lips drag from yours and you feel him roughly pull down the material of your bra. The mesh cups bunch up under your breasts, lifting them, and providing an incredible view for Adrian. His lips work marks into the side of your neck. Bruises come to flesh on your chest, as he moves his lips down your breasts, and he meets your nipple with his tongue before sinking his teeth into it to see you wince at it. The edge of his cock rubs into your inner thigh, and your hips brush up into his in response. His lips graze against the side of your breast before he sits up between your thighs.

The heat between the two of you has left Adrian with a light sheen of perspiration. The muscles in his arms flex when he ties his long, blonde hair back into a small bun. One small sweat slicked strand of his hair persists in hanging in front of his forehead, and with one hand on the base of his cock, he uses it to gently slap his length against your glistening pussy. You are warm and wet between your open thighs, and your body feels electric under him. His teeth press into his bottom lip as he teases you by rubbing his cock over your folds, but he knows he can’t hold back much longer himself. He rolls his hips back before easing the tip into you, once the head of his cock is inside of you, he lifts his broad hips, and presses them into your, his length tearing into you, and making you gasp out at the sharp pain and pleasure that floods you all at once. “Fuck,” you whine under your breathe at the sting before he pulls his hips back and brings them back to you with a strong force.

It starts off slow. His cock leisurely filling you up, but inch by inch he buries himself inside of you. You feel yourself stretching around his shaft, and while you liberally let out moans, Adrian holds them in his throat, only letting deep grunts out sparingly. “Look at that pussy stretching for me,” he groans out while his hands press down on your hips, pinning you into the bed with his thumbs connecting under your belly button. The muscles in his arms look tense and his veins are prominent as he anchors his weight in your hips making them ache and bruising the skin there, but the pleasure masks the damage being done. His cock fills you just right, and by the time he picks up his pace, you are dripping onto the bed, and your orgasm is nearing. Your inner thighs are coated with your juice, and you are a moaning mess withering into the sheets. “Please let me cum,” you let out through strained moans while Adrian presses a sloppy kiss into your ankle that rests over his shoulder. One of his hands slides up your stomach and takes hold of your throat, and through the blinding pleasure of his thrusts, you feel his thumb drags down on your bottom lip, before he pushes it between your lips, and you suck on it lazily, consumed so much by pleasure it was hard to focus. “Cum for me, baby girl,” he croaks out, grunting as he thrusts into you, his pace somehow picking up to bring you over the edge. Your orgasm is one that makes your legs tremble and your muscles spasm. Your back arches off of the mattress as you cry out, the noise strangled by Adrian’s thumb on your tongue and his hand around your throat. “Holy shit,” Adrian moans under his breath while relentlessly fucking you through the orgasm, and he admires the way you lay on the bed: spread open and helplessly shaking. Your breasts jiggle under the pressure of each  thrust, and you moaned around his thumb, relishing in being used by your lover. “Fuck, that’s my girl,” Adrian groans over you while sweat rolls down his forehead, slowing his hips to a stop.

He moves to untie the panties around your wrists, so you don’t risk getting bratty with him. Red impressions were left from the tight knot around them, and you rub the marks gently, thankful for the break he has given you to recover from the orgasm. His chest is flushed a shade deep like he had been out in the sun. Sweat sheered over the two of you, and his chest glistens deliciously. He wraps his palm under your neck, and lifts you up to meet his lips. In a desperate kiss, you moan against his tongue, and he slides his hands under your spine, and starts to turn you over. He peels the bra off of you, and he leans you back into his lap. He sits back on his feet and pulls you back into him, your ass resting comfortably against his hard, wet cock. He presses a kiss into your shoulder and nibbles into the nape of your neck. “You have been such a good girl,” he praises while pressing another kiss into your earlobe that releases serotonin like a flood over you, his accent heavier as he pants into your neck. “Tell me who you belong to, älskade,” he prompts you while his fingers cup underneath your breasts, and now he firmly squeezes them. “I belong to you, daddy,” you purr back quietly, pressing a kiss into his temple while you delight in your boyfriend’s words, his fingers pressing into your chest, smiling at your bliss. It’s a confusing, almost exciting thing to discover just how much you adore being used by him, and how much you love to be his personal fuck toy.

Your thought is interrupted by his palm falling down your spine, and Adrian pushes you onto your hands and knees. His hands fold under your hips, pulling them up, and you arch your back for him. You can feel his cock slowly rubbing over your ass, and it makes you hum impatiently, just wanting him back inside of you. You rejoice when he rubs his cock over your entrance, and it seeps into you with no fuss on your end, however, your frustration grows when he just rests inside of you. His cock feels incredible in you, but you were desperate for the friction that would bring you to another orgasm. “Work for it, baby. Earn it,” he says with a grin forming on his face as his hand comes down with a stinging spank to your ass, and you moan out. Sliding down to rest on your forearms, you slowly rock forward, and bring your ass back onto Adrian, your ass resting against his pelvic bone. He mutes a moan by biting into one of his knuckles, and he watches as you find a rhythm. Encouraged by your boyfriend’s deep moans over your shoulder, you rock your hips back and forth, and your moans muffle into the pillow, loving the way his hand comes down onto your ass with a sharp slap. You turn your head, to look over your shoulder at Adrian. His eyebrows are knit together, his mouth ajar as he takes in heavy breaths, and his chest heaves at your pace. You hear him huff out “herrgud,” just above a whisper, and your blissed out smile turns into a smirk. “Like this daddy? Am I earning your cock?” you tease, and Adrian’s hand comes down onto your ass in a swift motion that makes you inhale sharply. He realizes he is losing the control in the situation, and he roughly gathers your hair into his fist, dragging your head back, so you’re forced into a deep arch. “Don’t get too cocky on me,” he chuckles lightly; his other hand still rests on your hip, supporting you, but now his short nails press into you there. “You remember who’s in charge don’t you?” he challenges while his teeth drag down your shoulder blade, and he bites into your skin. With a gasp, you nod your head profusely. “Yes, daddy,” you respond obediently, and he releases your skin.

Adrian’s fingers release your hair, so you relax onto your elbows and his hands slip back to your hips. His nails drag up to your hips, and the ghost of the sting lingers on your skin. His cock pulls out and now he thrusts back into you, filling you up, the tip of his cock brushing against your g-spot in this position. His hands clasped around your ribcage while he finds a new pace. It is hard and fast, each pump of his cock, makes you let out a moan like a desperate yelp, and your excitement drips down onto the sheets. You can feel it rolling down your thighs as it rolls down Adrian’s cock that is burrowed inside of you, and constantly thrusting into you. He fucks you cruelly and ruthlessly, his nails slipping up your spine. One of his hands cups the front of your throat, and the other tugs at your hair, bunching it up into a fist. His sweat rolls down his forehead and some drips onto your back from his momentum. Your body is electric, the pleasure courses through your veins like venom, and your mind begins to feel pleasantly numb. You feel the muscles in your core tense at the first hint of your second orgasm, and you know it’s going to leave you seeing stars. “Daddy,” you struggle to let out, “I’m gonna cum,” you gasp out. Adrian’s hips are sloppier, but maintain the same speed. “Fuck that’s it,” he murmurs to you, his lips are over your shoulder, his wet chest is pressed into your shoulder blades, and his hand slides over yours, his fingers lacing between yours to steady himself on the bed. “Cum with me,” he growls into your ear.

A lewd sound leaves your lips, and with a core-throbbing orgasm, you crumple into the sheets. Adrian lets out a carnal moan against the edge of your ear, and you can feel the warmth of his thick cum spill into you, seeping deep into your cervix. His last few thrusts are weak and groggy, and he pulls his cock from you with a heavy sigh. His arms drapes over you, as he collapses into the bed next to you. Both of you are left panting for air with eyes that are lidded from the bliss of having orgasms that made the world go fuzzy. You swallow hard, rolling to see Adrian admiring you again. His eyes are lingering over your naked figure, and he looks up at you with a wide smile. “I love you so much,” he says bashfully with a breath-filled laugh, his hand coming up to graze over your cheek. “I love you, too,” you giggle back to him, laughing at his shy demeanor after how rough he was. Your hand slides up his tattooed arm, tracing over the skull on his forearm. Your eyes are focused in on the line work of the tattoo, when he clears his throat. “I wasn’t too hard on you?” he asks, while pressing a warm kiss into your forehead, and bringing his concerned eyes down to meet yours.”Not at all,” you assure him, eyes lifting up from your doodling, and you press a kiss to his damp chest while all the joy and dopamine washes over you. “As a matter of fact, maybe next time you can spank me a little more,” you joke. His laugh vibrates through his chest, and you look up to the light blue rings in his eyes, and with your finger brushing over the hair on his chin, you bring your lips to his, and you close as kiss to his lips. “Jag älskar dig,” you murmur sleepily to him, and his wide, gorgeous smile and a kiss on the bridge of your nose are the last things you can recall before giving into the exhaustion and drifting into a sound sleep.

jag älskar dig - i love you

älskade - lovely

sötnos - sweetheart

herrgud - oh my god

älskling - darling

[nhl-stories]

Flowers in Your Hair – Adrian Kempe

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You could hear the sounds of giggles echo through the apartment as you came through the door.

You were babysitting your niece, a six-year-old tornado named Maggie, while your brother and his wife went on a second honeymoon. But between work and law school the task was even harder than you thought it would be. So you had to call reinforcements in the form of your boyfriend, Adrian.

He had been more than happy to help out where he could, between his travel and practice schedule. But coming into the living room, you had a feeling he already regretted his decision. Adrian sat on the couch with his hair French braided into pigtails, flowers woven into his tresses. He was holding one of Maggie’s Barbies as she very seriously tried to demonstrate how to braid hair on her own doll.

You tried to suppress a laugh as she scolded your boyfriend, smacking his hands away from the doll’s hair.

“NO NO NO!  Adri you’re gonna hurt her. That’s not how I taught you!”

While you tried to covertly take a picture, you burst out laughing, grabbing the pair’s attention. Adrian flushed bright red at being caught in this state, and on camera no less.

“Auntie Y/N, Adri is stupid.”

You rolled your eyes at your niece as you sat on the coffee table across from them.

“We don’t call people stupid Mags.”

“Well he can’t braid my hair,” she pointed to the sloppy braid on one half of her head.

“Hey, I’m trying my best,” Adrian whined as he showed off his Barbie’s hair that had marginal improvements.

You leaned forward to give Adrian a sympathetic kiss on the forehead, “Aww, that’s a good effort babe.”

He gave you a look that said ‘what did you get me into.’

“Well I’m here now, so why don’t you let the master braid your hair.”

Maggie’s face lit up as she stood in front of you. Adrian looked amazed as you deftly braided her hair, effortlessly adding the ribbons the little girl handed you.

“See Adri, that’s how you braid,” Maggie said a matter-of-factly.

“I’ll make sure he gets lots of practice before your next visit, now why don’t you go put on one of your princess dresses and we’ll watch a movie.”

The little girl squealed in excitement and skipped out of the room. You took her place on the couch and looked at your boyfriend.

“That was kind of hot,” there was almost a growl in his voice

“Braiding my nieces hair?”

“Yeah very MILF-y,” he said with a sly smile as he pulled you closer.

“You’re gross,” you pushed away laughing.

Adrian reached to take his hair out of the braids and you stopped him.

“Don’t, they kind of turn me on,” you wiggled your eyebrows.

“Now you’re the gross one, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes as you leaned over, resting your head on his shoulder. He began to absent-mindedly play with your hair. You snuggled closer as your underwear-clad niece came out carrying two princess dresses.

“I don’t know which one goes best with my hair,” Maggie exasperated, like this was the biggest problem in the history of the world. You could feel Adrian give out a husky chuckle.

“Adrian’s the fashionista, he’s your man,” you gave his chest a pat.

Maggie looked to him, “Um- well, I think the green dress will go better with the ribbons in your hair. Plus, green is my favorite color.”

“Okay, I can twirl better in that one too,” she beamed before bolting back out of the room.

“I want one,” Adrian said as he went back to running his fingers through your hair.

“A princess dress? I’m not sure they come in broad, hockey player size.”

He rolled his eyes, “no, I mean a kid.”

“Oh.” 

You swallowed hard.

You hadn’t really talked much about your future together. Just in broad strokes. You didn’t even live with each other for God’s sakes. Plus, with both your busy schedules it wasn’t like you even spent enough time truly together to make a step like this. A step that was about a million strides past where you were right now, and another million paces past the next logical move in your relationship.

“Y/N, you’re spiraling,” he gave you a gentle squeeze.

He could always tell when the gears in your head were turning too fast.

“I don’t mean right now,” you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“Right.”

“Just someday, I know we aren’t there yet.”

You felt your heart swell at the words. You two hadn’t ever mentioned kids, but the fact that he was thinking about it, about having them with you, it made you weak.

“You’ll have to get much better at braiding hair before then,” he gave you a weird look, “because our kids are going to have beautiful manes of hair that will need proper maintenance and care.”

“So you’re really gonna make me practice?”

“You bet your ass I will.”

You turned towards him, cupping his cheek and leaning in for a kiss. You really weren’t prepared for the heat that would be in that kiss, but all the talk about kids and the future made you kind of woozy and hot.  Something you definitely weren’t expecting.

Adrian put his hands in your hair as he pulled you even closer. Your bodies pressed up against each other and his tongue begged for entrance into your mouth, which you quickly gave.

You moved your hands down his chest and then started to creep them up his shirt, feeling the ripple of his muscles tensing at first touch. Then Adrian took control again, biting your lip causing you to let out an involuntary moan. He smirked against your lips, before moving to the corner of your mouth and down your neck. You threw your head back for just a second when there was a screech.

“Is Adrian a vampire?!”

You quickly turned to see Maggie, now in her princess dress, horrified at what she just saw. You were both a little out of breath from whatever alternate plane of passion you were just on, unsure what to say at first.

“I’m not a vampire Maggie,” Adrian said, finally catching his breath.

“That’s what a vampire who just got caught would say,” she looked wide-eyed towards you for some answer.

“No, Adrian’s not a vampire, sweetie.”

“Then why was he biting you?” She scrunched up her nose in disgust.

You bit your lip and subtly elbowed Adrian who was having a hard time keeping a straight face.

“It’s just something adults who really like each other do sometimes. I bet your mom and dad do it sometimes, too.”

She considered it for a second, “that’s a gross thing to want to do.”

“Yeah it kind of is,” Adrian laughed.

Maggie looked unsure for a second, before switching gears and twirling once in her dress.

“I’m ready to watch a movie now.”

“Okay hop on up here,” you patted the spot next to you, as you reached for the remote.

“I want to sit next to Adri,” she whined before squeezing her way in between the two of you on the couch, clearly already over the whole vampire debacle.

As the movie started to play, Adrian put an arm around your shoulder and pulled you in closer. The three of you snuggled up on the couch.

You reached over and pulled on one of his braids. He turned to you with a furrowed brow. You mouthed ‘I love you’ before you playfully pulling the pigtail again.

Adrian mouthed back ‘I love you too,’ before sending you a wink that went straight to your already melting heart.

[andremarcusburky]

Miami (2) - A.K.

A/N: hello here’s part 2. there’s more to come.

Warnings: idk should smoking be a warning? if so then yeah cigarettes

masterlist

part 1 [3]

You didn’t see him much the next couple of weeks, at all to be honest. After a little digging in something called social medias (yes. yes you looked him up. get over it.) you found out he’d gone home to Sweden to celebrate something called midsummer.

You’d gotten yourself an internship at a PR bureau, figuring you needed something to do. It wasn’t full time so essentially you’d only be working three days a week. Being an intern you obviously didn’t make much, but it was enough to get you by along with your savings. You were enjoying yourself, and everything was actually great at the moment, until this morning.

It was your free day so you’d taken no shame in sleeping in, not waking up until just after eleven. You’d taken a shower, had brunch or breakfast or whatever it was and gone on as usual. Until you took a look at your phone and checked your emails.

Failed. The email from your university said you’d failed. There was a link to sign up to retake the test in two weeks, so you did. But it felt like everything came crumbling down. You’d spent weeks trying to ace that fucking final only to have it all ripped away, you’d studied so hard and slept so little and then you didn’t even fucking pass?

Tears were beginning to slip from your eyes as you threw your phone on the couch. You grabbed your cigarettes and went out on the balcony, quickly pulling one out and trying to light it with shaky hands. The wind blew too much to get it done and you cussed loudly before you finally saw the cigarette burning at the opposite end from your mouth. Inhaling deeply, you let the fumes calm you down as you sat back in a chair.

You didn’t smoke often, only when you were drinking or upset. So you felt the nicotine-rush after only one cigarette, but that didn’t stop you from having another one. It didn’t really seem to matter at the moment. The tears kept leaping down your face in pure frustration and a few sobs would occasionally leave your lips. How were you going to do it? Let’s be honest now. You’d forgotten half the stuff you’d already learned, as usual, and now you only had two weeks. To top it off, you also had an internship to take care of all while doing this.

“Miami?” you heard a faint voice speak from above. You hadn’t heard anybody else out here, and you also thought he was still back in Sweden. Trying to calm your breathing, you stayed quiet, not really wanting him to know you were crying. “I know you’re there” he spoke again, his voice gentle.

You were quiet for a few more seconds before you figured there was no use. “Yeah?” your voice was quiet, just loud enough for him to hear. It actually held together as well, didn’t even falter. “I’ll be at your door in a minute with ice-cream” the next thing you heard was his balcony door closing and then the only thing audible was the wind.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! Quickly putting out the cigarette, you ran inside to wash your face as best as you could. If you weren’t wearing make-up, you should at least not have snot running down your nose. You took a quick look in the mirror and fixed your hair when you heard the knock on the door.

“Ice-cream man at your service” he held up two ben and jerry’s before him when you opened up. A small smile spread on your lips at the sweetness of it, but it couldn’t quite reach your eyes. You let him in and closed the door behind him before leading him into the kitchen. He hadn’t ever seen you like this, and he wasn’t supposed to. The two of you really didn’t know each other well enough. You actually felt a little uncomfortable, which was probably apparent to him when you tried to hide inside your hoodie as well as you could. Adrian smiled sweetly at you when you turned around and met his stare. “So you get two spoons and we’ll go outside?”

You just nodded your head as an answer, not trusting your voice. Your arms were wrapped around your own frame as he went outside before you. When you came out with the spoons he was already sitting down with both jars open. He looked up at you and patted the seat next to him. “So, talk. What’s wrong and what can I do?”

He sounded like he could solve any problem in the world, voice determined as ever. You took a deep breath to try and calm yourself and he gave you a sympathetic smile. “I failed” you said quietly, earning a confused look from Adrian. “My final, I failed it”

He immediately sat up right, a quiet sound came from his lips. The way he said it made it sound like cussing, but you couldn’t tell due to it being in swedish, presumably. None of you said anything for a few seconds and you ate a spoon of the ice-cream. “Is it because you couldn’t sleep? Because of me?” he gave you a wary look and you smiled in return. The poor boy actually thought he was the reason.

“No, no it’s not because of that. I wasn’t even tired that morning so it’s not because of you. I guess I just hadn’t studied enough” you said. “But I just don’t get it? I barely slept, I spent weeks reading books and trying to fit everything into my head and I worked so hard, and I still failed?” you felt a few more tears roll down your cheeks and Adrian was quick to wipe them away. His hand touching your skin sent shivers down your spine, and in any other moment it would’ve made your brain go into overdrive, but not now. The only thing on your mind right now was that damn final.

“I’m sorry, I’m not crying because I’m sad. I’m just really frustrated, and stressed out. I don’t know how I’ll do it? I got this internship now and I have to retake the test in two weeks and I don’t know how I’ll be able to study enough” you looked up at Adrian to see him still smiling sympathetically, probably not knowing what else to do. There wasn’t really anything he could do. “I’ll help you, if you want”

“What?” you gave him a puzzled look. “I mean I’m not a major in anything, but I’ll help if you want. I can quiz you and make you coffee and get takeout. I might even be able to cook something” a small smile spread on your face, making his own finally reach his eyes. “You don’t have to do that”

“But I want to. And I don’t really have a lot to do the next couple of weeks so it’d be my pleasure” he said, but you still weren’t too sure. “Also, I still feel bad about keeping you awake”

“Okay, I’d appreciate some help actually” you answered. He gave an accomplished smile before digging into his ice-cream, occasionally glancing at you. The smile you were wearing didn’t seem to disappear while he was there. He hadn’t solved the problem, really. But he’d made you feel a little better, like maybe there was a chance you could do this.

“Thank you, by the way” you said quietly. Adrian gave you a confused look as an answer. “For coming by, and the ice-cream, and everything” he took another spoon of ice-cream and looked out at the view. “My pleasure”

None of you said anything for a little while now, the both of you just enjoying the moment and LA sun. You then saw him glancing at the packet of cigarettes you’d left on the table. “You really shouldn’t smoke, you know” he said, a smile playing on his lips when he eyed you. “You really shouldn’t fight, you know” you answered, mimicking him. He raised his eyebrows at you, his expression questioning. “I saw you fight that rangers guy, you know what you did. Fighting isn’t good for you, either”

It took him a few moments before he answered, now with a content smile on his lips. “So you’ve been watching my games”

[ladylooch]

no smut but how about a kinda friends to lovers kempe fic

A/N: Thank you for your request! We know how excited I get about Kempe love! I wrote this when I was feeling yucky, but it actually took my mind off that, which was much appreciated. Because of that I'm going to post now rather than this weekend. Why wait ya know?

Warnings: She is sick- mentions of vomit and puking, swearing, otherwise fluffffffffy, probably typos cause I'm awful at editing under feeling well conditions

Word counts: 2.7k

Buzz, Buzz, Buzz.

My phone vibrates next to my hand on the bathroom floor where I am bracing my body. I gag, opening my mouth as the vomit spews out. I lurch forward again, dry heaving as my stomach twists in pain. Groping for my phone, I silence the vibration.

Buzz, Buzz, Buzz.

I know it’s my best friend, Adrian Kempe. I also know he is at my apartment door because I have heard him knocking for the past ten minutes. He is here to pick me up for the Kings Foundation Gala. He originally had planned to bring his girlfriend, but now that she’s an ex, he needed a little arm candy- his words. 

I’m fine with their break up. She was not the one.

I hit ignore on my phone again, then muster every ounce of strength to lift my weak body off the bathroom floor. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and tears form in my eyes. Everything had been fine. I had gotten most of the way ready, just needed to finish with lipstick, then I was set. But my stomach suddenly turned against me. I hadn’t even had time to turn towards the toilet. Instead, the first round filled the sink. That should be fun to clean.

I work my way towards where Adrian is still knocking on my door.

“Hey, you’re scaring me… Look if you’ve changed your mind, that’s fine. Just let me know you’re okay.”

“I am not okay.” I say as I swing the door open. His eyebrows jump up in surprise when he sees me.

“Holy shit.” He lets out a chuckle. “You look-”

“Like shit?” I finish for him. 

“Well, beautiful in that dress.” He murmurs to me. Despite my sloshing stomach, I feel warmth settle in my body. 

“At least someone got to see it.” I respond, leaning against the door for support. I close my eyes against a wave of nausea that has chills rushing down my arms. “I can’t go. I’m puking my entire digestive system out. I’m sorry.”

“That’s fine. I didn’t really want to go anyway.” He steps forward to enter my place. I straighten, shaking my head and placing my palms on his shirt. I take in his gray suit and crisp white shirt. He trimmed his beard and his hair is tucked behind his ears, fanning out in blonde Cs to the side. He looks so good. And I can’t let him see me like this.

“No way. This is a war zone. Just go.” His tongue smacks against the roof of his mouth as a dismissal.

“I’m not leaving until I know you’re going to be okay.” 

I open my mouth to protest further, but a heavy wave of nausea crashes into me. I turn, trying to run back towards the bathroom. I don’t make it. I can feel Adrian come behind me, gathering my hair into his hands while I puke on my entryway tile. I stare down at the pile, contemplating if you can actually die from embarrassment.

“Oh my god.” I whisper, eyes closed in distress.

“It’s okay.” Adrian soothes me. “Go to the bathroom.” He hands me a bowl from my kitchen counter that I usually have candy in to munch on throughout the week. I put the bowl under my mouth and make my way delicately to my bedroom. The front closet opens and Adrian begins gathering cleaning supplies.

A half hour passes along with several toilet flushes. A soft knock sounds on the bathroom door before Adrian pushes it open. He sees me curled in the fetal position on the tile. My dress is all sorts of wrinkled and bunched. I had ripped the zipper down to ease the pressure of the fabric against my stomach, exposing my back to the air.

“How ya doing?” He murmurs, kneeling down to smooth my hair back from my face. I can’t speak, so I just shake my head in the negative. His hand continues to pet my hair as he looks at me. My lips are cracking and dry from my puking episodes. My mouth feels and smells completely coated in bile. I close my eyes again as he steps away, leaving the room again. When he returns, he has my pillow in his hands. He slides it under my head, gently laying me rest on it. “Blanket?” He asks as I shiver. I shake my head no.

“I’m so hot.” He nods in understanding. “What is happening to me.”

“I think you have food poisoning.” He grimaces. “Told you to stop buying grocery store sushi.” He jokes, making me laugh then groan at the twisting of my insides. “Sorry, shouldn’t make you laugh.” He reaches out again, rubbing his finger tips through my hair then against my scalp. I relax my head back into his hand, letting him comfort my spent body.

I can imagine how we look now from above. Like two lovers who are sharing in the ache of life, committed to sickness and health, no matter the circumstances.

But that’s not what we really are.

Instead, it’s the typical, girl loves boy. Boy loves anyone else. So girl settles for what she can have because life without him doesn’t feel like a bearable choice.

Adrian’s hand works down from my hair to my bare shoulder blade peeking out from my unzipped dress. He feathers his finger tips along the bone then moves to glide the tips down my spine. I’m not wearing a bra allowing his fingerprints to stroke every bump of my vertebrae. My eyes slowly open, finding him staring at my bare skin with an expression I’ve never seen before. There is obvious interest in his blue gaze, shocking with how utterly pale and disgusting I am.

“Um,” I start to speak, causing him to jump and take his hand off me. “I think I want to change. Could you get me some clothes.” 

“Yeah.” He clears his throat and stands. “I’ll be right back.” I cringe at how awkward that felt. When he returns, he makes an excuse of getting me some water so I can change alone. I am aching as I pull the sweatpants and t-shirt on. I discard my dress in the corner, trying not to cry at how disappointed I am that I couldn’t make it to the gala.

While Adrian is gone, I decide I feel well enough to move into my bed. I bring my bathroom trash can with me to the side of the bed, just in case I can’t make it again. Adrian comes in, smiling in relief at seeing me in bed. He moves to my walk-in closet, coming back out in different clothes.

“Can I have these back?” He gestures to both articles of Kings clothing that are his.

“For now.” I sigh. “I’m too weak to fight you.”

“I’ll bring them back. They look better on you.” He says while walking towards me. “Do you need anything else?” He asks as he brushes my hair off my forehead. It’s a little damp from the constant temperature changes I’ve been going through.

“Please stay.” I ask him feebly.

“I’m not going anywhere. Just don’t want to wear my suit anymore.” I nod in understanding. I am utterly exhausted and his touch could easily lull me to sleep. I’m craving comfort and not too shy to ask for it tonight.

“Will you… hold me. Please?” I whisper. My eyes are closed and I miss the relieved flutter of his lashes at my words.

“Yes.” He sighs, carefully moving me over to make space. He opens his arms wide so I can wiggle back into him. His fingers spread along my back, rubbing comforting strokes over my t-shirt. He sets his head against mine, our legs entwining together until every part of our bodies touch. The comfort of this skin eases the ick coursing through my body. I moan as my stomach clenches again.

“I’m going to apologize in advance if I puke on you.” He lengthens his strokes on my back, rubbing in just the right way that has goosebumps spreading across my skin. “That feels so good.”

“Good. Try to sleep.” He encourages me, keeping perfect pressure on my body.

His touch is everything I need. I fall into a sweaty, deep sleep until the next morning. 

I awaken as weak sunlight drifts into my room through a crack in the curtains. I am laying with my face towards the bathroom. I can see light on in there. Adrian is missing, but noise from behind the door tells me he’s in there. It’s another few moments of the toilet flushing, drawers opening and closing, before he appears. From behind him, I can see that he’s cleaned the entire room, including my make up spread all over the counter from last night. He registers my open eyes, coming to the bed. He kneels on it, reaching out to stroke my shoulder.

“You okay?” He whispers. “I’m sorry if I woke you.”

“I’m still not feeling well.” I admit. The pangs in my stomach have weakened, but there is a definite off feeling still consuming my body.

“Okay. Stay in bed and rest.” 

“Are you leaving?” I whisper to him, reaching for his hand on the comforter. I enclose it with mine. I want him to stay, but understand that he probably has practice.

“No. Just going to make some coffee.” His thumb brushes along mine, squeezing as he release it.

“Okay.” I murmur, nestling myself deeper into my pillow. “Thank you for taking care of me.” I whisper to him as my eyes close. 

“Not much I wouldn’t do for you.” He murmurs. My breath catches in my chest when I feel his lips ghost over my hair. I keep my eyes closed until I register the soft click of the door shutting.

What was that?

I drift in and out of sleep for the next few hours. Adrian doesn’t return. Eventually, the smell of bread wafts down to me. I perk up a bit in bed, feeling my stomach bubble and groan. This feels like hunger more than anything else. I ease my way out of bed, padding out to the main area of my apartment. I pause, taking in the spotless living room and kitchen. It did not look like that last night. Adrian’s back is to me. I can hear the dishwasher running and eggs sizzling on the stove. 

Adrian turns to toss the egg shells in the trash can, smiling when he sees me.

“Hey.” I swear to God, I fall in love with him all over again, right there in my kitchen that he cleaned after scrubbing my vomit off the bathroom floor. 

“Hi.” I whimper out, walking around the island to give him an appreciative hug. “You cleaned my whole apartment.”

“Yeah.” He shrugs, like it’s not a big deal.

“How are you single?” I joke. He chuckles, then ends our hug after a shrug.

“You tell me.”

I don’t know. She is fucking crazy to have let you go.

“Sit down. I have some toast for you if you’re up for it.”

“I think I am.” I say to him, going to the counter and waiting for him to present me with a plate of perfectly toasted white bread. “Do you think I can I have jam?”

“That’s probably too much.” He murmurs, scraping his scrambles eggs onto a separate plate. I ponder that, then decide he’s probably right. 

Once his meal is done, eggs and toast with jam, he comes to is next to me with a cup of coffee. I want that, but know that will probably start my issues all over again. Our first few bites are in silence. His thigh keeps brushing against mine with how close he is sitting to me. I steal a glance at him, watching as his fork disappears between his lips. It takes all my restraint to not moan. Then, I remember the discreet kiss he dropped on me earlier this morning.

“Um, in the bedroom earlier…” I start, chewing softly on my toast. “What was that?” He puckers his lips in confusion, shaking his head. “You kissed me.” I murmur. “After saying you’d do anything for me.” He opens his mouth like he’s going to speak, then he closes it. He looks across the room, looking at the leaves on the trees outside as they dance in the wind.

“Do you know why Katie and I broke up?” He turns his head quickly back to me after he asks. I resist the urge to wrinkle my nose at her name.

“She wanted to get married and you didn’t?” 

“Yeah, that’s part of it.” I pause with the toast by my mouth. Something is shifting between us. Anticipation tingles in my limbs as I wait for what he says next.

“I never thought you two were right for each other.” I shrug, chomping on my toast and avoiding his gaze.

“Why?” He wonders, leaning forward in his chair, just a little closer to me. I lick my lips, shrugging. “Maybe it’s because you and I love each other?”

The silence between us is so thick it could be icing on a cake. I set my toast back down on the plate, swallowing the last bite I had in my mouth. My stomach sloshes for a completely different reason than an illness. He reaches out to hold my hand. Our fingers slide together, grasping at each other.

“I’ll never forget the moment that I realized I love you.” He’s speaking so softly. I tilt my head, watching his mouth as he speaks. Is this really happening? Or am I hallucinating from a lack of fluids. “It was at that country festival on the beach we go to at the beginning of the season. You were drunk and dancing and complaining about being dizzy. You fell into my arms, completely surrendering yourself to me. I almost dropped you and you joked about my quick hands. It was the first time I saw you as more than a friend. You reached up to brush the hair out of my eyes. I’ve never felt anything close to that with anyone else before or since then. One touch and I was done.”

“That was two years ago.” I respond, feeling my mouth go dry. 

“Yeah, and I’ve loved you every day since.”

I lean forward and place our lips together. My arms fall around his shoulders as I pull him closer to me. His hands dash into the hair at the back of my head, cradling it as our tongues touch. Soon, his hands trail down my back, coming under my butt to lift me from my chair to straddle his lap. I settle there easily, like I was made for him. Slowly, I pull away for air. My gaze drinks him in beneath me, lips shining from our kiss, blue eyes drunk on the look of me above him.

“You and Katie weren’t right for each other because you and I are.” I confess to him. He grins back at me. “I’m so in love with you.”

“We should be together then.”

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah, baby.”

So many nights, alone in my bed, I dreamed of this. Now, his hands stroke my thighs, igniting a fire in me that only he can calm.

“Thank you for taking care of me.” It’s a soft whisper as I lean down to press my lips back to his. “I’ll have to find a way to repay you.” Adrian stills beneath me. I take his bottom lip between my teeth.

“We’re just gonna dive right in, eh?” He chuckles.

“Oh, if you wanna take it slow-“

“We’ve waited long enough.” He whispers against my lips.

My teeth connect with them because of my grin.

Turns out, Adrian Kempe is worth the wait.

[inklore]

— 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒.

since i haven’t done these in a while, almost a year give or take, i figured why not? they’re good to do real quick when you’re in a writing rut or block and it helps the inspiration flow, in my opinion.

so i’m opening up requests for them!

please feel free to send in your requests, i will have the characters i will be accepting them for below, peak at that list before doing so.

i don’t have many restrictions as to what you can and cannot request but please refer to the list on this post if you’re wondering.

film

neil (tenet), edward cullen, ransom drysdale, ari levinson, nick fowler, steve kemp, frank adler, james conrad, august walker, cedric diggory

dc universe

bruce wayne, selina kyle, vigilante/adrian chase, arthur curry, diana prince, dinah lance, clark kent, rick flag

marvel

steve rogers, yelena belova, peter parker (all variants), bucky barnes, carol danvers, thor odinson, loki laufeyson, frank castle, marc spector/moon knight, joaquin torres

tv

andy barber, jonathan pine, geralt of rivia

feel free to add tropes, au’s, and however much detail you wish, the more the better!

main masterlist | fic library

please do not interact or send requests if you’re not 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI, respectfully.

[senditcolton]

Any NHL hotties you love, but will probably never write for?

ooh, right now, I'd probably have to say Leon Draisaitl. I'd also say William Nylander (even I have already written a blurb for him, but it was a request and I'm not sure I would've written for him if not requested). and lastly, Adrian Kempe although this one has a caveat because I have three separate fics planned for this man but i! just! can't! write! them!

[hockeyboysarehot]

i need more adrian kempe fics.

[callabang]

Fic Rec: Worldbuilding

fics that make you say “HOW are people this creative???”

tie a knot in your lifeline, wrap it around mine | thesedangers | Carter Hart/Ivan Provorov and Claude Giroux/Jake Voracek

notes: fantasy AU featuring war & captivity & sinister battlefield weapons. this is SO inventive and immersive, from the cultural practices to the language and belief system

This Time Next Year | Oplopanax | Tyson Barrie/Nathan MacKinnon 

notes: historical A/B/O set in 1870s Denver. there are no words to explain the depth of worldbuilding that happens in this fic vis a vis SOCIETY and RELIGION and BIOLOGY. i highly recommend reading the comments, where the author will casually expand on a thousand things you’d never even think to wonder about. technically this is a WIP, but the main story ends after chapter 22 to be replaced by a Jamie Benn/Tyler Seguin offshoot

Everybody Rides | LadyJanelly | Jamie Benn/Tyler Seguin

notes: very interesting polyamory AU; porn-with-plot forward but a lot of little glimpses about how this society is structured

The Woman In Blue | Ferritin4 | Nicklas Backstrom/Alexander Ovechkin

notes: a medieval (?) fantasy AU where Nicklas is a priest and Alex is a werewolf. lots of gothic horror and fairytale elements, plus the punchiest last line i’ve ever read

spit cup | whitchbhitch | Michael Latta/Tom Wilson

notes: TECHNICALLY this could probably count as A/B/O trope subversion but it’s my rec list and i’m filing it here. a different take on alpha/omega biology and social roles 

Battery & Builder | ionthesparrow | Lawson Crouse/Travis Konecny, Paul Bissonnette/Adrian Kempe, Jeff Carter/Mike Richards

notes: extremely cool dystopia/sci-fi au with SOUL BONDS that allow people to CONTROL METAL. ionthesparrow also wrote the hockey at the end of the world series which is the absolute gold star of worldbuilding fic

bonus self-rec:

a beam of your sun that banishes winter  | callabang & manybumblebees | Carter Hart/Kevin Hayes, Nolan Patrick/Travis Konecny

notes: this is a medieval AU where they have vestal virgins who have to fuck the king for the harvest to be successful. can i make it any more obvious?

[whockeywhore]

No Risk No Reward 3

“Do you have anything to say for yourselves?” Kelsey was livid, pacing the room with her hands on her hips while Adrian and I sat on the couch. A long silence ensued and I shifted a bit which she apparently saw a sign to keep yelling. “You could have gotten arrested!” 

“I think you’re overreacting babe.” Alex finally piped up from his spot in the corner and held his hands up in surrender when she turned towards him. “Just saying-” 

“This is serious, Alex. If they had chosen to press charges-” 

“Which they didn’t!” 

“Only because I lied about being your lawyer.” 

“Aren’t you a lawyer?” It was the first thing Adrian had said since we got back to our house and I turned to look at him, noticing a smirk he shot in my direction. 

“I’m a real estate lawyer. I deal with developmental deals and- wait, why am I explaining myself to you? You’re the one who got her into trouble in the first place.” 

“He didn’t do anything I didn’t do Kelsey.” She snorted a laugh and I let my irritation get the best of me, raising my voice to match hers. “I’m serious.” 

“You expect me to believe that you were the mastermind behind fucking in a broom closet?” 

“Is that so hard?” 

“Yes, because that isn’t you Morgan. I know you-”

“Apparently not as well as you think.” Her face reddened as if I’d slapped her but I kept my footing, crossing my arms over my chest. “And while I appreciate the lecture, I don’t need one.” 

“You could have gone to jail or ended up on the registry. You were dumb enough to do this and I saved your ass and this is how you thank me?” She started down the hall and stopped short, turning back to yell at me some more. “What were you thinking?” 

“That I’m an adult and I can do whatever I fucking want. And if I wanted a mom around to yell at me I’d go back to Nebraska.” 

“Maybe you should!” 

“Maybe I will!” 

She huffed and turned, her bedroom door slamming a moment later. Alex got up and pulled me into a hug. “She doesn’t mean that, she’s upset.” 

“She has no right to be!” 

“I think she’s just worried. This doesn’t sound like you- fooling around in public. And you were drunk when we came to get you. I’ve known you for a year and I’ve never even seen you drunk, much less in movie theater jail.” He nodded to Adrian where he sat on the couch. “To be completely honest, I didn’t expect this from you either.” 

“It’s not his fault.” 

“I figured. Blame it on the alcohol, right? I’ll go talk to her.” 

Alex started down the hall and left Adrian and I alone in the living room. I stood for a minute before taking the seat next to him. 

“I’m sorry about this Morgan.” 

“Don’t apologize. Please don’t apologize. Seriously, it was the most fun I’ve had in a long time.” 

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” His thigh was up against mine and I reached out, setting a hand on it. He visibly stiffened and swallowed hard. “It’s a shame we didn’t get to um... finish.” 

“I was just thinking the same thing.” 

I was on him in an instant, hands on his face as I pulled him in for a kiss. It was hard and fast and we stood together, hands under my ass as he lifted me into his arms. The trip down the hall seemed to take forever and I clung to him with one arm as I opened my bedroom door with the other. 

Adrian threw me onto the mattress and eyed me hungrily, kneeling and wrapping his hands around my ankles. My dress rode up as he pulled me to the edge and I felt his lips on my thigh. Hot kisses made for a line of fire up my leg and he stopped as soon as he got to the band of my thong. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched him. 

“May I?” I nodded and he tucked his fingers under the elastic and pulled until it snapped.

Just the sight of the muscles in his arms flexing was enough to send me and he smirked as I moaned quietly. He mumbled something against my skin and I melted as he traced my slit with the tip of his tongue. Heat pooled in my belly but I shivered, grabbing at the sheets around me for something to hold onto. 

He groaned between my legs, lifting them both to set on his shoulders, and I melted at the feel of his stubble against my sensitive skin. My mind went blank and all I could focus on was the pleasure building in my body as he lapped at me. His grip on my hips tightened, little pinpoints of pain where he dug his fingers in, and I clamped my thighs shut as I came.

He was relentless, tongue flicking over my clit to roll me straight into another orgasm. I was delirious by the time he crawled up my body to kiss me. Tasting myself on his lips was so deliciously erotic and I squeezed my eyes shut as I caught my breath. Adrian rolled to the side to lay next to me, propped up on one elbow with his other hand on my stomach. I could feel him watching me and I opened one eye to look at him. 

“Hey....” 

“Hey.” 

[barfzal]

The lack of Adrian stories on Tumblr is so sad 😥very few of them are available on here.

no. 1 - i absolutely agree no. 2 - if ur looking for a frickin incredible piece about adrian @thirst-trapnhl wrote one right here and it’s to die for