#Adrian Kempe fic | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

barfzal · 6 years ago

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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

#adrian kempe #adrian kempe smut #adrian kempe fic #adrian kempe imagine #los angeles kings #mia's writing

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nhl-stories · 6 years ago

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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.

#adrian kempe #adrian kempe imagine #hockey imagines #nhl #nhl imagines #los angeles kings #la kings #adrian kempe fics #adrian kempe story #nhl imagine

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andremarcusburky · 6 years ago

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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

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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”

#miami #adrian kempe #adrian kempe imagine #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #hockey fic #nhl fic #hockey writing #nhl writing #la kings #kempe #fic

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inklore · 3 years ago

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— 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

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.

#headcanons #headcanon requests #bruce wayne x reader #selina kyle x reader #steve rogers x reader #peter parker x reader #adrian chase x reader #bucky barnes x reader #yelena belova x reader #andy barber x reader #nick fowler x reader #steve kemp x reader #arthur curry x reader #geralt x reader #clark kent x reader #thor odinson x reader #loki laufeyson x reader

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hockeyboysarehot · 2 years ago

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i need more adrian kempe fics.

#adrian kempe #is hot af

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callabang · 3 years ago

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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?

#hockey rpf #fic rec #worldbuilding

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whockeywhore · 5 years ago

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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.”

#adrian kempe fic #adrian kempe one shot #hockey fic #hockey one shot #nhl fic #nhl one shot #nhl smut #hockey smut #no risk no reward fic

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barfzal · 6 years ago

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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

#i pinky promise one day i'll get around to doing a fic rec page #and i'll write about him soon #also idk the op but that shit's amazing so i hope u don't mind the shoutout #adrian kempe #asks

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princessphilly · 4 years ago

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Today Is sad bitches hours. Any recommendations for fluff and soft smut?

First I’m sorry you’re having sad bitches hours. I’m not the best at reccing fluff and soft smut but I will try:

https://broadstbroskis.tumblr.com/post/638806163617644544/the-countdown-kevin-hayes <- soft will they or won’t they

https://hookingminor.tumblr.com/post/638351457443364864/private-reservations-anthony-beauvillier <- sweet holiday themed fluff with some smut

https://danglesnipecelly.tumblr.com/post/628890026591272960/adrian-kempe my friend K @danglesnipecelly is very good at fluff, much better than me. I linked her short fic masterlist.

https://shelbsatans.tumblr.com/post/637592138901749760/day-two-meet-me-under-the-mistletoe-jeff slight angst but this is my fav fic right now by @shelbsatans

https://laurenairay.tumblr.com/post/628964033703313408/masterlist-here-are-all-the-stories-i-have-written @laurenairay is another queen of fluff and soft smut. Go through her masterlist, please.

I hope these help

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senditcolton · 4 years ago

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The Wake Up Sunshine Series

15 different stories inspired by All Time Low’s album Wake Up Sunshine. Different players, different genres, reader-insert, OC fics, alternate universes. In other words, something for everyone!!!

What are you after?

Some Kind of Disaster (fluff with Joel Edmundson) Sleeping In *** (Jamie Oleksiak) Getaway Green (fluff/angst with Adrian Kempe) Melancholy Kaleidoscope (Anton Khudobin) Trouble Is... (angst with Nico Hischer) Wake Up Sunshine (fluff with Brock Boesr) Monsters *** (Pierre Luc Dubois) Pretty Venom (angst with Mat Barzal) Favorite Place (fluff with JT Compher) Safe (bittersweet fluff with Jack Hughes) January Gloom (fluff with Matthew Tkachuk) Clumsy (angst with Tyler Seguin) Glitter & Crimson (fluff with Tyson Jost) Summer Daze (fluff/angst with Brayden Point) Basement Noise (fluff with Anthony Beauvillier & Mat Barzal)

#wake up sunshine series

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tessisawriter · 4 years ago

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One-Shots Playlist

Since Tumblr has that weird rule where they remove your fic if it has an external link, I’m linking all of the songs that inspired my one-shots in one post. The songs appear in the same order as their corresponding fics do on the masterlist. Each song is listed alongside the name of the player who the fic is about (and the fic’s title if it differs from the song title). Any imagine related to a song on this list will have a link to this post in the author’s note (A/N).

War of Hearts by Ruelle (Sebastian Aho: Promises) Sucker Punch by Sigrid (Sebastian Aho: Red Hoodies)

Me & You Together Song by The 1975 (Freddie Andersen: In Love for Ages)

It’s Nice To Have A Friend by Taylor Swift (Tyson Barrie: My North Star)

You Belong With Me (Taylor’s Version) by Taylor Swift and Never Let You Go by Justin Bieber (Mat Barzal: Love and Karaoke)

Bad Time by Sabrina Carpenter (Mat Barzal)

Dynamite by Sigrid (Mat Barzal: Rip Off the Band Aid)

Gorgeous by Taylor Swift (Mat Barzal)

All You Had To Do Was Stay (Taylor’s Version) by Taylor Swift (Mat Barzal)

Strange by Gabrielle Aplin (Mat Barzal: Through the Flames)

Storm by Ruelle (Brock Boeser: Worth the Risk)

Don’t Worry Bout Me by Zara Larsson (Jack Hughes)

If It Makes You Happy by Sheryl Crow (Tyson Jost)

Venice Bitch by Lana Del Rey (Clayton Keller: Number One)

Losing Me by Gabrielle Aplin ft. JP Cooper (Adrian Kempe: Not Losing Me)

Expectations by Lauren Jauregui (Travis Konecny: Under Pressure)

Don’t Delete the Kisses by Wolf Alice (Travis Konecny)

Drummer Boy by MisterWives (Cale Makar: No Matter What)

Eye of Your Storm by Kyler England (Mitch Marner: In This Together)

Peace by Taylor Swift (Nolan Patrick: Weathering the Storm)

Night Changes by One Direction (Elias Pettersson)

Back to You by Selena Gomez (Morgan Rielly: Unfinished Business)

On Your Side by Gabe Dixon (Andrei Svechnikov)

Break My Heart by Dua Lipa (Andrei Svechnikov)

Love Back by Gabrielle Aplin (Alex Turcotte)

#one-shot playlist #tess talk #masterlist

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inklore · 3 years ago

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— 𝐅𝐀𝐐 ⋆ ˚｡

this blog is strictly multifandom, but that does not mean that i don’t play favorites for certain fandoms/characters. so there will most definitely be more writings for certain characters and fandoms.

requests: are closed, but thots are always welcome!

in no way shape or form should minors be interacting with anything on or posted to this blog. this is an 18+ space. anon hate and celebrity discourse also has no place here, so please respect that. if you are racist, homophobic, bigoted, zionist, islamphobic, judgmental to what people enjoy writing/reading, can’t depict fiction from real life, you will be blocked.

𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞…

rpf, necrophilia, incest, pregnancy, daddy/little play, age play, spitting, kitten, bimbo!reader, foot fetish, animal play, race play, watersports, underage scenarios, alpha/omega, domestic violence, kid fics, male!character x male!oc, i hate the word ‘doll’ as a pet name so i avoid it like the plague.

𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞…

smut (refer to the above list when it comes to this), fluff, age gaps, poly/threesome+, reverse harem, dubcon, noncon, yandere, toy play, cheating (to a certain degree), blood play, knife play, some bdsm, breath play, violence, gore, capture x captive, hunter/prey, praise and degradation, power imbalance, step siblings, supernatural, villainary, choking, mommy/daddy kink (to an extent).

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒.

marvel ↷

miguel o’hara, hobie brown, marc spector, thor odinson, loki laufeyson, peter parker (all variants), yelena belova, joaquin torres, doctor strange, wade wilson, carol danvers, eddie brock, scott lang, hope van dyne, kate bishop, hela, pietro maximoff, logan howlett, wanda maximoff, steve rogers, kraven, cable, druig, makkari, thena, blade

dc universe ↷

dinah lance/black canary, diana prince, clark kent, pamela isley/poison ivy, arthur curry/aquaman, harley quinn, adrian chase, pattinson!bruce wayne, edward nashton/the riddler

top gun: maverick ↷

jake 'hangman' seresin, bradley 'rooster' bradshaw, javy 'coyote' machado, mickey 'fanboy' garcia, natasha 'phoenix' trace, beau 'cyclone' simpson, reuben 'payback' fitch

star wars ↷

poe dameron, finn, kylo ren/ben solo, bo-katan kryze, din djarin, young!han solo

scream ↷

ethan landry, stu macher, billy loomis, chad meeks-martin, mindy meeks-martin, amber freeman, tara carpenter

bridgerton ↷

anthony bridgerton, colin bridgerton, benedict bridgerton, kate sharma, simon basset, phillip crane

house of the dragon ↷

ser harwin strong, daemon targaryen, aemond targaryen, rhaenyra targaryen

american horror story ↷

cordelia goode, tristan duffy, michael langdon, harry gardner, madison montgomery, kit walker, xavier plympton, ally mayfair-richards

etc shows ↷

villanelle, lip gallagher, tommy miller, carmy berzatto, luca (the bear), kate parks, daisy jones, billy dunne, warren rhodes, geralt of rivia, love quinn, max wolfe, olivia benson, roman godfrey, dream the endless, lucifer (sandman), jonathan pine, mira phillips, the salesman (squid game), hwang jun ho (squid game), kim geon-woo (bloodhounds)

movies ↷

john wick, finnick odair, peeta mellark, johanna mason, han lue, cipher, walter de ville, tangerine, dave lizewski, thomas sharpe, james conrad, neil (tenet), edward cullen, millie / molotovgirl, dante reyes, thrandull, steve kemp, charlie swan, marquis vincent de gramont, keys (free guy), akira (john wick), beverly marsh (it two), ben hanscom (it two), keith (barbarian), frank (don't worry darling)

adam driver ↷

kylo ren/ben solo, adam sackler, flip zimmerman, phillip altman, charlie barber, henry mchenry, commander mills, rick smolan, officer ronnie peterson, matt the radar technician, clyde logan, paterson, jude

oscar isaac ↷

santiago garcia, poe dameron, nathan bateman, jonathan levy, william tell, blue jones, rydel keener

pedro pascal ↷

din djarin, javier peña, frankie morales, javi gutierrez, joel miller, dieter bravo

chris evans ↷

ransom drysdale, lloyd hansen, andy barber, ari levinson, frank adler, steve rogers, jake wyler

#faq #who i write for #guidelines #fandoms #dni

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going-full-shmoo · 5 years ago

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RULES

Requests are OPEN

So, my ask box is officially open for headcanons and blurbs. I will NOT be doing full fics because I do not have time, but blurbs and stuff are okay.

BIG NOTE: I will do my best to make all my writing completely gender neutral. Representation is important on this blog so I will make the reader as general as possible to make sure it can apply to any audience.

● WHO I WILL NOT WRITE FOR ●

Chicago Blackhawks (NO exceptions)

LA Kings (except Adrian Kempe, I WILL write for him)

St. Louis Blues (except Colton Parayko, I will write for him as well)

Washingtong Capitals (Except for Jakub Vrana)

Auston Matthews

Max Domi

Really anyone who I just can’t fucking stand (i.e. abusers, racists, sexists, general douchebags)

I will tend to stay away from players who are married, just out of personal respect

Anyone born 1999 and after (due to my age I do not feel comfortable writing about them)

If I do not feel comfortable writing for a certain player I will reject the request but I will do my best to write for as many people as I can (I’ll do my research)

● A Few Extra Rules ●

NO requests about: cheating, any kind of abuse, or injuries (real or imagined)

I do have the right to reject requests that I do not feel comfortable writing, but I will do my best to make sure that I am respectful in doing so and that I will do what I can to try and do something else to make up for it

Last but not least: don’t be an asshole

If you have any questions, feel free to ask! Lets have fun y,all!

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selfilluminatingkyu · 5 years ago

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Maybe Adrian Kempe for the fic thing?

That’s an idea!

I’ll think about it!

#anon #nonnie ask #ask #answered #Anonymous

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ladylooch · 1 year ago

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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.

#Adrian Kempe #Adrian Kempe x reader #Adrian Kempe fic #hockey writing #my writing #writing request #los angeles kings #nhl fan fiction

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