#adrian kempe imagine

[ladylooch]

Could you write a synopsis for Barzy or Kempe inspired by this excerpt from Taylor?

Your past and mine are parallel lines

Stars all aligned and they intertwined

And taught you the way you call me baby

Kempe!!!!!! Jumping for joy at writing a lil snip for our Swede 😘

I love this song. It's such a mature, in depth way to look at past lovers. Some of T-Swift's best work.

You know you shouldn’t stare… but you can’t help it. She’s right there. The girl who left Adrian when he went to the U.S. to live his dream of being an NHL player. She had been the one, is what he told you one night on Hermosa Beach. You had been laying in the sand, drunk, listening to the waves crash into the earth. You thought maybe you should be gutted by the thought. But you even knew then you were the one. The 4 carat engagement ring tells you now too.

“Babe.” Adrian chuckles, reaching across the table to stroke your hand. He notices your obvious interest after he pointed her out to you.

“She is so beautiful.” Adrian looks at you like it’s a trap. It’s not. She is stunning. And so Swedish. He looks back down at the menu.

“Too bad she is dumb though.” You wait for his blue eyes to meet yours again. “Can’t believe she let you go.”

“She didn’t want to live in L.A. I respect that.”

“Oh, I do too. But I would have fought like hell to keep you. Would move anywhere to have you in my bed. And I’m so glad she didn’t.” 

Adrian chuckles, sitting up to kiss along your fingers. 

“Would have left her the second I met you anyway.” His last kiss lingers on your wrist, right over your sputtering heartbeat. His eyes lock on yours again. “Knew we were meant to be, babe. After you, it couldn’t have been anyone else.” 

He keeps your hand in his, but goes back to the menu like the subject is closed.

You look back across the restaurant at the stunning blonde, in her gorgeous designer dress, looking so cool and casual with a glass of chilled white wine. She's with a group of equally cool friends. You should feel jealous or intimidated by her, instead you feel thankful.

Your gazes connect and you cheers your wine glass to her. She doesn’t know you, but she returns the gesture, then returns to her conversation with her friends.

It’s a silent acknowledgement between two very different women: Thank God he wasn’t for you.

[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?” 

[tessisawriter]

Not Losing Me (Adrian Kempe)

Request (anonymous): Adrian Kempe #16 💜

A/N: I have no idea what the Kings’ social media people are like: I just made them that way to highlight the problem of sexism in the workplace. If you have ever experienced sexism or harassment, please know that it is not your fault and you have every right to report whoever did that to you. Lightly inspired by Gabrielle Aplin’s “Losing Me” (link here). 

Warnings: Two swear words, angst, sexism, mention of catcalling & harassment

Word Count: 1.8k

Another night, another loss.

You sighed as you turned off the post-game coverage, knowing that Adrian would be home any minute now. The Kings had not been doing well recently, and your boyfriend was in a perpetually sullen mood. You didn’t want to make him feel worse than he already did.

As soon as you put down the clicker, you heard the telltale signs of keys jingling outside the door, a string of curses, and finally, the lock turning. The door burst open, and Adrian came stomping inside. There was a wild look in his eyes that you had never seen in the seven years you knew him.

“I’m so fucking sick of losing!” Adrian exclaimed, throwing his hockey bag down on the ground.

Your heart hurt for him. You stood up, walked over to him, and wrapped your arms around him in a bone-crushing hug. You whispered in his ear, “I know, babe.”

Adrian’s body tensed and he pulled away from your embrace, but you still kept your arms around him. “No, you don’t, Y/N—all you do is study, and work, and study some more! You have no idea what I’m going through!”

“I’d beg to differ,” you responded, keeping your voice calm. “We do completely different things, sure, but frustration is central to both of our jobs. When I hand in a paper that I know is subpar, I feel like a loser.”

Adrian’s eyes darkened. “Are you actually trying to compare grad school to being a professional athlete?” The venom in his voice cut through you like a knife. “Come on, Y/N, get real! I not only have to play games five times a week, but I also have to stay in perfect physical shape and put the puck in the net! Grad school is child’s play.”

The last comment made you snap. The floodgates opened, and tears started streaming down your face. “Don’t you dare tell me that what I do is child’s play!” you screamed. “I know you’ve been down lately, so I’ve tried to be as understanding as possible, but you just crossed the line!”

“Really? You’re going to throw a temper tantrum now?” Adrian’s voice was dripping with snark.

You were overwhelmed by your emotions, but “That’s it, I’m done,” was all you said as you turned away and walked into the bedroom.

You went into the closet and grabbed a blanket. It was too late at night to fight like this, and you needed time to think. You plucked Adrian’s pillow off the bed before returning to the living room, putting them on the couch, and informing him: “I think it’s best if you sleep out here tonight.”

The possessed look in Adrian’s eyes vanished immediately, and remorse replaced it. “Y/N, baby, I shouldn’t have said that, I’m so…”

“No.” A suppressed sob made your voice sound choked. “You hurt me. You really hurt me, and I need some distance from you now, so please, just stay on the couch.” Your voice was reduced to a squeak by the time you finished.

Adrian’s green eyes looked suspiciously watery, but he just nodded and grabbed the blanket, unfolded it, and laid it out on the couch while you walked back into the bedroom and closed the door, locking it before you climbed into bed and shut off the light.

***************

You drifted in and out of sleep, never able to relax enough to rest. You hated nothing more than restless nights, so you eventually gave up on sleeping and sat up in your bed.

The clock read 4:15AM, and you groaned, running a hand over your face. Your heart ached when you looked at Adrian’s empty side of the bed. How could your loving boyfriend who had done nothing but support and lift you up throughout your five-year relationship belittle you like that? His statement stung, and it kept replaying in your head, confusing you the more you thought about it.

You didn’t feel any better physically. Your eyes hurt from crying yourself to sleep, your nose was all stuffed, and your throat was scratchy. More than anything, you wanted water, so you reached over to the bedside table for where you normally kept your water bottle, but your hand only made contact with air. “Shit,” you cursed quietly. You left your water bottle in the living room.

The last thing you wanted to do was go outside, especially because you didn’t want to wake Adrian if he had managed to fall asleep, but your throat screamed for water. You compromised on leaving your water bottle in the living room and getting another one from the kitchen.

You crept over to the bedroom door and tried to make as little noise as possible while you unlocked the door. You were successful, so you slowly turned the knob and opened the door halfway. You looked through the door and saw Adrian lying on his side on the couch, facing away from the bedroom. He appeared to be asleep. Sighing, you stepped through the doorframe and tiptoed to the kitchen, where you took out a new water bottle and filled it without making too much noise. When you walked back into the living room, though, Adrian was sitting up on the couch and facing the kitchen, clearly waiting for you to come out.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Adrian asked, his voice sedate but scratchy.

You shook your head.

“Me neither,” he said.

You just stood there, staring at him. Everyone said there were two responses to potential conflict, fight or flight, but you knew there was a third option: freeze.

“Y/N? Do you want to come and sit?” Adrian asked you for the second time. You snapped out of whatever trance you were in and gingerly walked over to the couch, sitting on the opposite end from Adrian.

The silence was killing you, so you brought the water bottle to your lips and took a sip. The cool water felt like heaven, so you drank the rest of the bottle before setting it down on the coffee table.

“Feel any better?” Adrian said.

“Yeah.” You tested your voice, and it sounded clearer.

“Good.”

The silence took over the room again, but you turned to Adrian and broke it: “Why did you say what you did? I mean…” You searched for the words. “You’ve never belittled me before, and while it hurt, what really bothers me is I don’t understand where it came from.”

“I didn’t mean it, Y/N. I was frustrated with myself, so I took it out on you, but I shouldn’t have.”

“I believe you,” you replied, “But that wasn’t the question. Where would you pick up such a notion? It was sexist, and you’ve never behaved that way before: quite the contrary, actually. You always treat girls as equal, and that was why I liked you in the first place.”

“I don’t know, it’s just…” Adrian ran his hands through his hair, which told you he was lying. He knew where it came from.

“Adrian,” you said, moving a little closer to him on the couch so that you weren’t so far away but also had enough distance between you, “It’s okay: you can tell me. I won’t judge or anything.”

Adrian sighed. “You know the new guys in social media?”

You nodded, your blood already boiling. The Kings had hired a new social media team this year, and there was only one female member. The rest were boys in their early to mid 20s who were known to hit on fans and occasionally, a player’s SO. Fortunately, they didn’t try that with you, but it happened to Tyler’s wife, Cat. They were pigs.

“They’re always talking shit about girls, and they were on me today, or I guess yesterday now, about you.”

“What about me?” You asked, despite dreading his answer.

“That they forget I have a girlfriend half the time because you don’t go to a ton of games,” he admitted.

You stiffened. “You know I want to go to your games, but I can’t control the fact that my classes are all at night.”

“I understand, Y/N, I really do, and I’m so proud of everything you’re doing at your PhD program. I don’t know what came over me.”

“I do,” you said. “Those assholes knew you’ve been upset over losing a lot lately, so they took advantage of it and spread their poison.” You closed the distance between you and Adrian on the couch and put your fingers under his chin so he would be forced to look you in the eye. “But you can’t let them do that anymore, okay?”

“I won’t, I promise,” Adrian said, and you knew from the earnestness in his eyes that he was telling the truth.

“Okay, then. I forgive you.”

Adrian’s eyes widened. “You do?”

“Yeah. It wasn’t really you talking earlier. But promise me one thing.”

“Anything.”

“Tell management to fire those jerks,” you said. “Did you know that a bunch of them hit on Cat last week and were catcalling her?”

Adrian’s jaw clenched. “No, I did not know that. No wonder she’s been acting strange whenever she comes to the facility. Tyler’s been really worried about it; I have to tell him…”

“No,” you said. “I’ll call Cat in the morning and convince her to tell Tyler herself. He needs to hear it from her, Adrian.”

“You’re right. God, I’m so sorry about all this,” Adrian said as he wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tight. You returned the gesture and rested your head in the crook of his neck.

“Don’t be sorry: we’re going to handle this together tomorrow,” you replied.

Adrian released you and stood up. “That’s right: we’re a team, and I won’t forget that again. Let’s go to bed, shall we?” He extended his hand, and you took it, letting him pull you up from the couch and into bed.

After you were settled in the bed with Adrian as the big spoon, he whispered into your hair, “I was so worried I was going to lose you.”

“Because of those jackasses?” You chuckled and turned around to face him. “You’re not losing me because of them.”

Adrian smiled and kissed you on the lips. You leaned into the kiss before pulling away.

“Let’s not lose any more sleep over them, okay?”

“Amen to that,” Adrian agreed, and you turned back over so that you could resume your original position. Both of you fell asleep within five minutes, happy that your fight was over.

[tkaslut4ratchuk]

okay. so while i gather up the motivation to get to writing on this other piece—i literally have the plot line and everything written out i just need to write it—send in something!! a request??? i’ll blurb it or something??????? you can write in a smut request, though it may take a while to get it out. (ask @hockeyjunkieblog) i know my only other piece is smut, i just really have to be in a certain headspace for it... of which i am not in, at the moment.. BUT AGAIN YOU CAN SEND IT IN, it’ll just take a HOT minute..

[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

[plasticfilth]

thoughts on soft adrian kempe? he looks like he’s a quiet kinda cold guy so i need some WARMTH i need feelings

sure thing, love !

he’s. so. pretty.

soft boy and a tough boy at the same time ?

the tattoos, long hair and furrowed eyebrows give off such a bad boy vibe that is very attractive but i think there’s so much more to him.

despite his stand-offish, quiet nature, i feel like he would become comfortable around someone he likes very quickly.

his skin looks like it would always be warm and very smooth.

he’d give amazing hugs.

would not be good at expressing his feelings but you can read his emotion through the look in his eyes and the soft touches. 

has very pretty eyes too, which he knows has you weak at the knees so sometimes he just stares at you with a soft smile until you’re blushing.

he glances all over your face with a little crinkle above his brow and you’d have to ask what he’s looking at.

he breathes out a smile and shakes his head, “nothing,” but he’d be looking at your lips.

so you know what he’s thinking.

always tucks your hair behind your ear.

you in his lap when he’s playing video games.

loves cuddling while wearing hoodies, hood up, arms wrapped around your shoulders and pulled close to his chest.

and making a burrito blanket over the two of you.

there are nights where you’re both just looking up at the ceiling, temples touching, legs interlocked.

he would only ever whisper “i love you,” with your foreheads touching, even when it’s only the two of you in the room.

“why do you always whisper that?” you ask softly, a questioning smile on your face and eyebrows scrunched. 

“because you’re the only one that needs to hear it,” and it’d make you MELT.

that’s all.

[nhl-stories]

Flowers in Your Hair – Adrian Kempe

Word Count: 1.2k

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.

[yeet-nhl]

there’s a reason {a.kempe}

A/N: finally, something new eh? this is longer than i originally intended but i had an idea so i just rolled with it where ever it took me. also i used google translate for the swedish so if it doesn’t translate correctly i apologize :/

requested: yes / no

word count: 2.4k

title song: there’s a reason by wet

warnings: none

“Remind me again why you decided to drag me out this early, and why you have me bringing clothes?” you sighed as you walked up to meet Adrian outside your apartment building.

“We’re doing some bonding, come on Alex and Marty are already in the car.”

“I’m sorry what?”

“Just trust me, you’re gonna have fun.” He said, grabbing your hand and guiding you toward Alex’s car. Alex was in the passenger seat and Alec in the drivers. It was a weird friend group in all honesty, but they were the ones that Adrian had introduced you to when you first moved to LA.

You climbed in the back seat with Adrian as the other two said a quick hello to you. The time for conversation was short lived as Alec hit play on his phone and you turned onto the road, taking you who knows where. It would sound sketchy if it weren’t for the fact that off the ice all three of the men you were with were huge softies. In all honesty you trusted them more than most other people in the world.

A song you didn’t know continued to play over the speakers in the car as you watched out the window, trying to get an idea for what the others had planned. You were heading away from the city and going towards more urban areas. Adrian didn’t seem to be paying attention as he obnoxiously sang with Alex. You watched him with a small smile as he nodded his head in time with the song, his hair flopping all over the place. He noticed you watching and directed his singing towards you, taking your hands and moving them along to the beat. You rolled your eyes and started dancing along with him as well.

As the song ended Adrian dropped your hands and grabbed Alec’s phone to queue some more songs. From what you saw they would be mostly in swedish and you would only understand a little, as would Alex and Alec. The first notes of the next song started and Adrian leaned back into the seat and just seemed to be enjoying the music that only made sense to him in the moment. The LA sun was beating through the window and onto him, small strands of hair covering parts of his face as he mouthed the words to whatever was playing.

Oh no.

You quickly turned away, facing the window again. You couldn’t be thinking this way now. He was one of your best friends, you couldn’t be catching feelings right? It was perfectly understandable to think he was good looking, since after all he was. You’ve had this suspicion for a while that you might have wanted something more but you had just kept pushing it off. It wasn’t something that could ever happen, you didn’t want to risk ruining your closest friendship. Deciding this time would be no different, you ignored your gut and willed the thought away.

Being completely lost in your thoughts for a moment, you totally missed the conversation that had been happening.

“Kan du vara mer uppenbar?” Alec said from the front seat with an eye roll. You hadn’t even began to process that somehow Alec knew swedish before Adrian shot back a reply.

“Vem sa att jag skulle bli subtil! hon vet när tiden är rätt.” The true swede said as he grabbed the phone once more, switching back to english music.

“Did I miss something here? Alec since when can you speak swedish.” You questioned, sitting up a little straighter.

“Dunno, picked some up from the other guys over time I guess. Shouldn’t you be asking where we’re going instead?” It was a clear effort to change the topic but you really did want to know where you were headed.

“Fine, where are we going?” You had been driving awhile and honestly had no clue where you were.

“I’m glad you asked, we’re going camping!”

“Alec are you serious? This has to have been Alex’s idea…”

“Hey!” Alex butted in quickly.

“I’m serious. We have a cabin by the lake so we figured it would be fun to go hang out there for a bit. Some of the other guys and their girlfriends are coming tomorrow too, so you won’t just be stuck with us all weekend.” Alec said, disregarding Alex’s comment.

“Alright that does sound kinda fun, how much longer till we’re there?”

“25 minutes or so, not too much longer.” He said, flipping through some more music.

You turned your attention back to Adrian, who had a slight smirk on his face as he watched you try and figure out how you agreed to spend the weekend with these fools. “You could have at least told me that was the plan” you said with a smack on his arm, “I would have brought cuter clothes for the occasion.”

He laughed as you fell back into the seat once more, leaning against him and decided on scrolling through your phone for the remainder of the drive. It wasn’t an unusual behavior for you two to be touchy, so when he wrapped his arm around you and rested his head on yours it didn’t phase you like you expected. You forced your earlier thoughts to the back of your mind once more, knowing it was just what you wished it could be.

Alex turned slightly, catching a glimpse of the two of you and giving you a look as if he knew something you didn’t. You gave him a confused glare as he shrugged and turned back to his conversation with Alec.

A short time later, the car stopped and you sat up to see where you were. There was a large cabin with a patio and a view of a nearby lake, surrounded by trees. It looked like beyond the patio there was a pool and a balcony coming off of the top floor. The sight of it alone made any doubts you had of this weekend go away as you took in the scenery around you. It was beautiful and you shared a smile with Adrian as he took your hand to exit the car.

“Alec this is stunning! How’d you find this place?”

“I didn’t, he did.” Alex said as he pointed toward Adrian, who was standing next to you with an even goofier smile than he had be giving before. He gave a small shrug as he grabbed some of the bags they had brought and headed towards the front door. Going to grab your own, you realized he already had it with him and you followed him up to the door.

The inside of the cabin was equally as amazing. There was a large kitchen and sitting area with a door leading out to the patio, a large window facing the lake, and a second floor that included all the bedrooms and another smaller sitting area in the center. You wandered up to the second floor, trying to decide on the room that you would pick for the night. Adrian trailed behind you with your bag.

“Which one do you want? I’ll let you have first pick before the other two bitch about it.” Adrian said as he held up your stuff.

The room by the back with cute nature decorations caught your eye, “that one.”

He went in and set your stuff down and walked back out, stopping to stand in front of you. Something was up, you didn’t realize it until now but something was definitely up with him. Before you had the chance to ask anything, Alex came in to ask Adrian to help with the rest of the stuff. They had been more prepared for this little weekend trip than you realized, which was surprising since they usually never had a plan.

Something was definitely up.

Adrian went back downstairs as you leaned over the railing of the second floor to watch the boys move everything out of the trunk of the car and into the cabin. You decided to go and see what else the cabin had to offer and noticed a fireplace downstairs, a grill on the patio, and a gaming counsel set up by the TV that the others most definitely had set up themselves. They were done moving everything in by now so you joined them in the kitchen, taking a seat next to Adrian who was sitting at the island in the middle. From what you could tell, they were talking about the plans for the night and who else would be coming the following day.

Eventually you all decided to make some food first and then go from there. Alex went out to the patio to use the grill and Alec was attempting to make something else at the kitchen counter. You wanted to go for a walk since the surrounding area was so gorgeous, but you didn’t want to go alone.

“Adrian, wanna come with me?” You questioned as he looked up from his phone and gave a quick nod and walking over to you. The two of of you left to go towards the nearest hiking trail that you had spotted when you first arrived. Looping your arm through Adrian’s, you two walked side by side, making idle conversation as you walked among the trees.

You could still tell something was off, but you didn’t want to address it just yet. He had been saying very little besides the short answers to whatever you had been saying. But as you headed back the shift in him become even more evident.

Having walked the trail and back, you stood outside the cabin once more. The thoughts once again crept back into your mind as you looked at Adrian in the fading sunlight, eyes meeting for only a second before you walked back in to meet Alex and Alec for dinner.

Surprisingly, Alex was an amazing cook. He had grilled some fancy fish-based dish you had never heard of and it was delicious. You all shared stories of past camping experiences, including Alec’s dramatic retelling of an encounter with a bear that he was surely making up, but the whole time you kept catching Adrian sneaking glances at you. Somehow as you cleaned up the dishes your mind kept wandering back to that, and you knew you had to address it.

After a couple more hours of discussion and watching the boys play video games, you all decided to sleep at a timely 1am. Each of you headed to your respective rooms and as you turned out the small light on your night stand and were about to put your headphones in, you heard a small knock at the door.

Adrian walked in, shutting the door behind him quietly as to not disturb the others and he walked over to sit at the edge of your bed. He had changed into some sweatpants and a tight fitting grey shirt, doing nothing but increase how attractive you found him.

“Hi.” He spoke softly, looking a bit uncomfortable.

“Hey? What’s so predominantly on your mind at 2am that you had to come share?”

“I need to tell you something.”

Your heart jumped in your chest as he spoke. Surely there was no way he could tell you were hiding feelings for him, at least you thought that was the case. “Alright, what is it?”

He took a deep breath and finally met your eyes, “Look, this might damage our friendship if you don’t feel the same way but I can’t help but think we could be something more. I don’t know what it is about you, but I think you’re beautiful in every way. I want to know just how deep that beauty goes and you’re the only one who can make me smile the way I do, make me laugh the way you make me laugh, the only one who can look so ridiculously kissable while staring out a window in a car filled with dårar the way that you do.”

You laughed a bit at the last part as you began to process his words. It sank in that it wasn’t as crazy as you previously thought that this beautiful swede could be yours and that you really could have something. You took in his features once more as a smile found it’s way to your face. “God, I thought I was crazy for thinking we could ever be something. Of course I feel the same way Adrian.”

He breathed a sigh of relief as he crawled up closer to you in the bed, pulling you into his arms. He felt like safety, nothing in the world could touch this moment as the man you had be hiding feelings for for a long while held you close to his chest and landed a gentle kiss on your head.

You tilted up to face him and ran your thumb over his bottom lip, so stupidly happy. He finally took the initiative and brought his lips to your own as his hand found your waist. He deepened the kiss as you shifted to move on top of him, one leg on either side of his torso. Sitting up now, he moved his hand along the side of your body and sat up so you two were eye level. You broke away only for a moment to just look at each other and admire what you now had.

“Look at the stars, my love.” He rolled you two over lazily to reach over your body and point out the window and into the night sky as your gaze followed his finger. “Every night that would go by without me telling you how much I cared for you I would look at the sky. That’s the reason I wanted to be here when I told you, so you could see them just as clear as I’ve gotten to. I hope you’ll get to see them with me a lot more now.”

You nearly cried as he spoke, his voice so raw and honest. Curling up into his chest a little more, you took a moment to truly take in the sight as well as your surroundings. The sounds of the woods could be heard in the distance, the stars being slightly reflected in the lakes clear water, and Adrian’s gentle breaths. You traced along the tattoos of the arm he had wrapped around you as he kissed your cheek.

“I think we’re gonna share many nights like this together Adrian, there’s nothing I would want more.”

[ladylooch]

Skating Coach with Adrian Kempe

A/N: Kempe fan club, unite!!! I am so happy there are so many of us. I love writing for players that don’t get a ton of love in the hockey writing community ( along with Nico who we are all disgustingly obsessed with, its fine). As someone who has loved more obscure players over the years, I know the joy it brings 😘 This idea came form this request. 

Next up on that list of players is: Trevor Moore !!!!

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Swearing, hinting at smut

It’s L.A. family skate day at the end of another early, ending season. My boyfriend, Adrian, and I have been taking things at a slower pace, but he wanted to introduce me to the team before everyone scattered around the world for the off-season. 

“Ow.” I mutter as I try to tighten the laces on the new Bauer skates Adrian handed to me. They slide against the skin of my pinkies and it hurts. Adrian is quickly pulling his laces together, glancing over at me as he does.

“Need help?” He asks. I do, but I can’t actually admit that. Because on our first date, which was now 4 months ago, I lied and told him that I knew how to skate. In fact, I’ve been skating since I could walk. News to me and him. I think someone who does that would know how to tighten their own laces. I had to discreetly look at Adrian for insight into how to even get started.

“Ah. Maybe.” I say, trying to think on the fly. “I’m… used to different laces.” He pauses, looking down at mine. “You know the hot pink ones.” I gesture to where Navy Arvidsson is with Viktor at the end of the bench.

“Oh so like waxed ones?” He asks. That sounds legit.

“Yep.”

“Okay, give me a second.” He quickly works on tightening the rest of his and then pulls my left foot up into his knees to work on mine. I grimace at how tight the boot gets on my feet. Hockey skates are not comfortable.

“That feel good?” 

“Yeah!” I lie. It feels awful and too tight. When I stand, my ankles curl inward a bit. It’s all a little unnatural with sharp knives attached to boots.

He begins to walk in front of me, pushing along the rubber mats to the entrance of the bench. My stomach flip flops as he gets ready to step onto the ice without his hand in mine. I am going to fall immediately if I don’t have support. So, it’s time to go to confession.

“Um.” I pause, tugging on his hand as he goes to step onto the ice quickly from the bench. “I have a confession.” He turns towards me, looking into my blue eyes. I laugh sheepishly. “I can’t actually skate.”

He raises his eyebrows, scanning along my body, when he gets to my ankles.

“I know.” He chuckles. 

“What?”

“It’s obvious.” He points to my ankles. I look down, seeing how much they are caving in and how awkward I’m standing on the mats. I can’t imagine that will transfer well to a slippery surface.

“Were you going to just let me get on the ice and fall?” 

“No, I was hoping you would fess up before then.”

“I’m sorry I lied.. I just wanted to seem interesting.” I cringe, looking down. His sweet laughter wraps around my embarrassed cheeks, making them flame for a different reason. 

“You don’t have to lie to do that. Come on. Let’s teach you a thing or two, eh?” His hands connect with mine and he leads me onto the ice. I’m so unstable on the blades, gripping his fingers like I’d float off if he weren’t holding me. He pauses there. “Just get comfortable for a second. Bend your knees.” I squat down and he laughs. “Probably not that much.” I adjust to somewhere in the middle. “Just like that.” My eyes meet his and we both laugh at the memory of last night.

“Not helping.” I respond with a huge grin.

“You work hard on the ice now and I’ll work hard off later.”

“You’ll probably have to. My legs already hurt! I see why you have such strong thighs.” Adrian pulls me against his body to laugh into my hair. “Talented too.”

“Stop it.” 

“No.” I giggle, kissing along his jaw.

“I’m going to let go then.” He threatens, skating backwards away from me.

“No! No! I’ll be good!” I shout, reaching out for him, swaying slightly forward. He catches me.

“Gotta keep you knees bent, babe. You’re standing too straight and all your momentum is going to tip you forward.” 

“Don’t let go.” I whine. “I’ll be good.” I adjust my position back into a lower position. He’s right. I settle better on my blades and begin to shuffle my feet. I can see him purse his lips, trying not to laugh. I deserve it, but huff at him just to keep him in line.

“Born on skates.” He snickers, skating backwards with his hands on me. “Did you think you’d never see me again after our first date?

“No. I thought the opposite. I blame the tequila. It makes me into a different person.”

“Me too. Usually don’t let girls come back to my condo on date one.” My eyes meet his, knowing he’s talking about me and us and all the things we did both above and below our clothes that night.

“No regrets.” 

“Absolutely not. Push out a bit more to the side. That will help you move forward easier.” I look at him, confused. “Watch.” He leads me to the boards, letting me grip the top for balance. “Right now you’re doing this.” He demonstrates a straight forward shuffle. “Try this.” He pushes out to the side at a an angle. I hold the boards, trying with my left foot. I push forward much faster. 

“Oh.” I exclaim, trying it again. “Look!” I shout, moving forward faster and therefore, farther away form him. A few of the Kings players have kids who play hockey. They dash in front of me and I squeak. “Adrian!” There is his laughter at me again as I clutch the boards dramatically after hitting into them to not crash into the kids. “Hockey is hard.” I huff. 

“Honey, this is only skating. Not hockey.”

“You’re really impressive.” I tell him honestly as he wraps his arms around my waist. He smashes his lips against mine, pinning me between the boards and his body.

Everyone continues skating around us. The sounds of skates cutting the ice, kids laughing, and adults talking slowly disappear. The only thing I can focus on is Adrian’s tongue against mine. My fingers play with the ends of his hair curling around his black beanie.

“Gross.” Rasmus Kupari calls, slapping his hockey stick on the boards next to us. We break apart in surprise. I slip, but Adrian tightens his hands to keep me up.

“Fuck you, Kup.” Adrian snaps as the young forward skates away, snickering. “He’s just jealous cause his girlfriend is home in Finland.”

“Oh, I’ve always wanted to go there… see the northern lights.” I say, moving my hands from gripping his forearms to his fingers instead.

“They’re better in Sweden.” He says, bringing my hand up to his lips to brush along my knuckles.

“Maybe I’ll get to see them there soon.”

“How about you come visit me this summer? I’ll take you up North.” He questions raising his eyebrows.

“I’d really like that.” I admit. I’ve been hoping he would ask.

“You might be a better skater there. Something in the water.” He jokes. 

Taking in his beautiful blue eyes, glorious locks, and sweet lips, I have to agree. 

[hockeyplayerstories]

Adrian Kempe | From Friends To lovers

#This is shit but I hope it’s okay#

“Skate! Skate! Skate! Get the puck deep in their zone!!” Coach Desjardins yells across the ice. I skate as fast as I can, but I can't. My legs feel like they are about to give out and there is a whole period left after these 5 minutes. Just as I am about to fall, Coach saves my life “Change Up!” “ Thank you god!” Jeff say’s which is what I was thinking. We were playing Calgary Flames tonight. They liked to play dirty, especially Matthew Tkachuk which isn’t how we usually and like to play. Sitting on the bench, out of breath, Coach walks over to me “Your line, last minute of the period” “Yes sir” Jaret says tiredly for our line. As I sat there recovering, I let my thoughts wander along with my eyes. Looking around, my eyes finally land on the one person I was looking for, my girlfriend, Y/N. My beautiful, fun, courageous, brave girl. I watch her as she smiles making me wonder what is on her mind. Maybe to finally have time to see me since it is the weekend, the only time we see each other because of my road trips and her job. I am caught staring at her when we catch eyes, naturally I smile back at her and blush. Looking away was hard because of her beautiful eyes but I had to, time went by so quick I didn’t even notice. “ One minute left, you ready?”  Jaret asked me, breaking me from thoughts. “Ummm...sure yeah sure”. I refocus back to present time quick. “ Third line up!” Coach calls, my line rush's on the ice when the others return, charging as Drew carries the puck in the other teams zone. I reach the puck first in the left corner, with one quick look right over my shoulder, I take note of where everyone is, I notice number 77 skating behind the net no one on him, Jeff. He turns skating backwards taping his stick on the ice, wanting and waiting for the puck. Pinned to the glass in a tackle, by 2 guys, I somehow get my stick free, kick the puck to my stick and pass to Jeff and make a bee line for the front of the net.

Jeff then quickly makes a saucer pass to Dion, who passed a bouncing puck to Drew only for him to send it back to him slowly for a perfect one timer. Due to not having the best one timers, the puck missed the net by meters and hit the boards in back of it on the left side of the net. Luckily , I had moved out of the pucks way thinking it might actually hit the net and cause a rebound chance. The area I moved to was to the right of the net. What happened next will be in everyone's memories for a long time. The puck was shot so fast the goalie was surprised and lost focus for a second or two, not a long time but long enough for me. Being in the right position where the puck went meant I had a easy shot on net that could be a possible goal unless its a bad day and I miss the net. Without thinking and being the type of player I am with a left handed stick, I put my stick between my legs dragging the puck with it and shot it with a backhand towards top shelf. Smith was still on the left side of the net so basically, I had a wide open net. I don’t really score that often so for my goal celebration, bear hugged by both Jeff and Jaret, I was trapped between them for a few seconds before they let me go. Skating back towards my bench to high five my teammates, I sense the tension lift from my shoulders, having not scored in 10 games. I received the puck due to it being my 100th point. Sitting on the bench still smiling, i looked around the arena at all fans here to watch, for a few seconds I catch eyes with Y/N who, like me, is still smiling clapping her hands giving me a thumbs up, even though play has resumed with 50 seconds left, my goal was scored exactly 5 seconds ago. Shuffling down the bench to allow the others to sit when coach called for the second line to go on. At that very moment, I decided I will play until I can’t physically move.  

The sound of a horn going off broke me from my thoughts, signaling the end of the second period. “ Good job boys!!” someone in the stands yelled, they were seated near the tunnel we go down to reach the locker rooms. Walking towards my stall and sitting, Coach starts his speech with the same thing every game, catching my attention “Alright boys! That was a good second period but you have to watch your turnovers. There wasn’t really that many this game but still. We practiced puck control, passing, shooting, edge work along the boards, use it! Kempy that was a good goal, using speed to get to the puck first, battle in the corner, looking at where to pass to that was good. And I am not just saying it to him, I am telling everyone, you all did good out there. Alright? Ok get ready for 3rd, keep up the good work here boys, we got this!”. Coach never really said that much in his speech. Finally , someone said something and the joking began. We figured out over the years that joking in between periods keeps us loose. While everyone talked, I was busy texting Y/N.  

                 Putting back on the equipment I took off, Anze decides to start bugging me a tradition we do before every game  “ So Adrian, what do you with Y/N when you are alone?” He questioned me, more of a joke than asking because of how young of a couple we were “Well” I begin while walking towards the door “I’d rather not say it in here” I smiled smugly at him, who was sitting at the back of the locker room. “Ohhhh” everyone, who heard me say it, yelled out. We may be young but we seem to act like a couple who have together for many years and the team liked to tease us about it. “ Let’s go Kings Let’s go Let’s go Kings Let’s go” people starting chanting when they some us walking out to the ice, I loved hearing that.

Since my line isn’t playing the first faceoff in the third period, I take a seat on the bench, bumping shoulders with who ever slides next to me then lean forward to rest my arms on the boards. I take this time to think back on my relationship with Y/N, smiling about how we were friends before we fell in love. We've known each other since we were 5, we met in kindergarten and stayed friends since then. I asked her to move to America when I got drafted back in 2014, she said she loved to and went on up until we moved looking up everything about LA, the best places to eat at, she even found our current apartment the same one we have been living in since we got here. I let her choose the decorations because she always wanted to decorate her first apartment. It was only when we got here is when I confessed that I feel love with her, I was a little scared of what her reaction would have been but it useless because she too was in love with me.

A pat on my shoulder from Coach warns me that when the current line on the ice comes back to the bench, my line goes on so I tell myself to stop daydreaming and focus. The third period continues with the team getting a one goal lead over our opponents and we battle to keep it which leads to us winning the game, everyone is excited as the crowd cheers as the end of the game horn goes off.

About a hour later, I exit the locker room in search of my love in the hallway with the other families and stop as soon as I spot her playing with Trevor Lewis’s twins. Immediately I start to think about the future with her which happens a lot like almost everyday, she is the type of women your parents would want you to be with and my parents are very happy with that. Y/N stands up when Trevor’s wife tells her I am waiting for her, walking to me after saying bye to the Lewis family. When she is close, I wrap my arms around her like after every home game and she does the same. “Congrats on the W Ads” Y/N says as she pulls out of the hug “Thx I couldn’t have done it without my good luck charm cheering me on” I smile making her smile and blush, ”let’s go home” we walk towards the exit hand in hand.       

#this is shit! How do I even fix this?! Welp I guess I will leave it how it is for now#

[andremarcusburky]

Miami (3) - A.K.

A/N: hey its been forever and i started this in june i think and now its november but who keeps track anyway (next chapter in april maybe?) masterlist

part 1 [2]

It didn’t take long before you’d properly calmed down and the two of you were now joking around, the nature of it very flirty actually. Adrian told you about Sweden while also implying that you should go visit someday, with him. You’d answered with a simple ‘maybe I should’ and then he’d only given you a satisfied glance. The weather had quickly changed and rain started pouring down, but you didn’t really mind. It was quite cozy, actually.

“Hey, I have to go to practice, but how about we get pizza when I come back? And I’ll get wine” Adrian said as he stood up. “You have practice during summer?” you asked, trying to avoid the pizza and wine part since it kind of made your heart beat about ten times faster.

“It’s not really practice, more just a couple of us working out together” he said and grabbed the now empty containers that used to hold ice-cream. You nodded understandingly. “So, pizza?” he asked again, earning what must have been a doubting look from you. Wine and Adrian sounded like a dangerous match when it comes to you. “Come on, we’ll make a nice dinner date out of it”.

Date. Date, he actually said date. Does he really want a date or is he being nice? You couldn’t know for sure, and you also didn’t know what you wanted. But before you’d even had a moment to think, you heard the words come out of your mouth, uncontrollably. “Yeah, sure”.

After Adrian had left you’d taken a long shower. Most of the day you spent with flashcards and books, trying to once again force some knowledge you’d never need again into your head. Before you knew better, it was 5:30 in the afternoon. Adrian was supposed to stop by just after 6, so you figured you should probably try and look at least a little better then you had that morning.

A nice, but still plain, shirt would probably due, along with a skirt. It made you look nice, but not like you’re trying. You were just finishing up your makeup when you heard a knock on the door, signaling Adrian was here.

“Your food, milady” he said and gave a slight bow when you opened the door. He was holding two boxes of pizza in one hand, along with a bottle of wine in the other. “Thank you, good sir” you answered as you took the pizza and let him in.

“You know, you should install some system that plays Miami everyone someone walks through the door” he joked and set the wine-bottle down on your kitchen counter. “What if Will Smith sues me?” you asked with a slight laughter. “He wouldn’t, it’s Will Smith”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I’ll get on it” you said. Adrians eyes didn’t seem to leave you for a moment as you spoke. You handed him a bottle-opener and he smiled when your eyes met. Your fingers touched when he grabbed it from your hand and he lingered just a little too long, causing you to blush and quickly look away.

You could see in the corner of your eye how he grinned, clearly seeing the reaction he had on you. Grabbing some plates, you tried to avert your attention elsewhere as he leaned over the counter, eyes still on your frame. “So are you feeling a little better, at least?” he asked, causing your eyebrows to knit together. It took a few seconds before you remembered how your morning had been, and what you’d probably looked like when he saw you. “Oh, yeah. Much better, thanks” you didn’t meet his eyes when you spoke, a little embarrassed that he’d seen the mess that was you just hours before.

“So, where do you wanna eat? We could watch TV or sit on the balcony or whatever” you now turned around. He shrug his shoulders before answering. “Do you watch Riverdale?” you eyed him curiously. “You watch Riverdale?”

“No, but I could” Adrian said, a smug look on his face. So the couch is was, much to your liking. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to sit by a table or just talk, it was that you needed a backup plan. If you couldn’t find a topic, you’d just watch TV. And just like that half of all the dreadful possible scenarios playing in your head disappeared.

“I actually don’t watch riverdale either” you explained as you sat down. Adrian opened the wine-bottle and poured you a glass each. “It can be our thing” he said casually, as if it wasn’t a big thing that you’d have your thing.

Your tires made a screeching sound as you pulled up in a parking-space vastly fast. You’d stayed at a friends house overnight and completely forgotten about the doctors-appointment you had next day. You’d also forgotten your ID at home, which you probably shouldn’t be driving without anyway, hence why you’d been speeding all the way home after shoving all your belongings in a little plastic bag after loosing your own at your friends house. You’d probably dropped a sock or two in the car, but you’d deal with that later.

As you were running up the stairs to get to your place you almost ran into him again. It’d been a few days since your ‘date’ with Adrian. It’d been nice, really nice. But nothing happened, and you were beginning to think that was for the best. Maybe he was better as just your hot neighbour, right?

“I’m in a hurry, sorry” you excused yourself as you passed him by, before he could start a conversation. A few seconds later you were behind a closed door in your own safe-space. Your heart was thumping a little too rapidly, possibly after the running but also after almost knocking Adrian over. You leaned against your door and breathed for a few seconds, before being startled by the sound of someone knocking by your ear. Looking out the peek-hole you were met by his grey-ish eyes.

You slowly opened the door, only to have your heart drop and your cheeks flush in a darker red then ever before. In his hands were a bra, a navy blue, lace bra. Your bra, kind of a see-through bra. He held it in front of his chest as if to see if it’d fit him before he met your eyes. “I don’t know if you meant to drop this because you think I’d look good in it, which I of course would, or if you accidently dropped it”.

Snatching it from his hands quickly, you let your gaze drop to the ground as you held the bra behind you. You peeked up slowly at his smirking lips and fixed your posture slightly. “Thanks” you said, lifting your chin a bit. “No problem” he answered, slowly turning around to leave. He stopped in his tracks though, and turned to you one last time. “It’s nice” he said, and then he was gone.

[puckyeahhockey]

Why Wait? {A. Kempe}

Requested: yes/no

anon: Can request an imagine with the prompt “When you smile, I fall apart.” and with Adrian Kempe please?

Word Count: 1.2k

“Dinner was lovely, thank you,” you whispered to Adrian as you wrapped your hand around his arm. He had just taken you out to an expensive dinner for your date night. You two tried to do date nights as much as possible due to you not having the luxury of him being home like most couples do.

Recently, he had been spoiling you more than usual. Yeah, you were used to little gifts here and there but he had been going all out the past few days. One day he came home with your favorite flowers for you which are at home on the kitchen island in a beautiful vase. Another day, he took you out for lunch after one of his practices at a fairly pricey diner. Yesterday he took you out shopping and anything you liked in the slightest was in his hands to be bought. No matter how much you fought that you didn't need it or that it's was too expensive, it didn't work and he bought it.

“Anytime baby,” he smiled as he kissed your forehead.

You guys decided to stroll around the park across from the restaurant to burn some time being that it was still kind of early. It was a nice evening, warm but not too hot and there was a cool breeze. You had on a pair of pants that were rolled up just above your ankle and baby blue tank top that Andrian bought the day prior with a pair of sandals. The sun was starting to set causing the sky to turn a burnt orange color.

“It’s nice out here, huh?” Adrian said as his arm found it's was to your waist as you nodded admiring your surroundings. You looked up at him and he just looked off. The whole night noticed that he was fidgeting more than usual and was biting his bottom lip more often. One of his hands was almost always in his right pocket playing with something and he kept you to his left side.

“Hey, lets go over there,” you pointed to the pond across the way. He following where you were pointing and a grin was soon painted across his face.

“Yeah, let’s go,” he responded starting to pull you there with the grin still plastered on his face. When you reached the pond you two sat on the benches and watched the waves move with the breeze. You had expected the park to be busy or loud considering it was by a couple restaurants that families frequented but it was quiet to your surprise.

“Just think in a few months we will have been together for three years,” Adrian said breaking the comfortable silence you had been sitting in.

“That’s crazy,” you whispered thinking back on the past few years with him.

“Remember when you bumped into me in that cafe?” he asked reminiscing just as you were. You nodded laughing and recounting the memory. You were living in Sweden for work and a few friends were visiting you and you all decided to grab some coffee at a local cafe. It was a bit cramped and people would occasionally bump into others, just as you and Adrian had. You frantically apologized as he did the same and you ended up making small talk with him while you both were waiting for your drinks.

“Or our first kiss?” You laughed as he turned a bright shade of pink. It was a cute moment. You two had just wrapped up a date and were on the way back to your home for him to drop you off. As you were walking up to your porch, you heard a small shout from behind you and the sound of shuffling. You turned around to see Adrian laughing, his face turning a bright shade of read. There was a moth and it flew into his face, startling him. After it was gone, he made his way over to you and hugged you as you thanked him for the night. He leaned down to kiss you and you met him in the middle on your tippy toes. You remember his lips being soft and sweet and then you were twirled around and he started laughing into the kiss causing you to laugh a little as well. It was the moth bothering him again.

“Stupid moth,” he smiled sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. “When you moved in was pretty cool to yeah?”

“Did anything crazy happen?” you questioned, wondering if there was a part you were missing.

“No I just liked it,” he admitted, “It was nice having you around. I loved being able to wake up and fall asleep next to you, you know?”

“Yeah,” you replied recounting how much your life has changed.

“I love you a lot, you know that?” he informed you standing up and stretching out his arms and legs while you still sat on the bench.

“Wow, really? I couldn't tell from the past couple years,” you quipped making you both chuckle.

“You are so understanding about hockey and everything else I do. You are so caring and gentle with people but know how to stand your ground when needed. I love being able to spend time with you and teach you things like Swedish and hockey. I love seeing you laugh and smile. When you smile, I fall apart,” he admitted swaying in front of you causing you to smile and become slightly teary eyed.

“A-” you began but was interrupted.

“Wait, wait, I’m not done. Your gorgeous, like, out of my league. Crazy gorgeous! I am so thankful I bumped into you in that cafe in Sweden. I am so thankful that you actually made conversation with me and that you let me take you out for dinner. I, honestly, don't know where I would be without you. You drive me crazy in the best ways. Especially when you wear jerseys with my last name on it. You know what would drive me even more crazy?” he questioned.

“Hm,” you hummed raising an eyebrow standing up just as he was.

“If that was our last name,” he beamed dropping down on one knee and pulled out a small navy blue box. He pried it open to reveal a beautiful rings that sparkled elegantly in the remaining sunlight. “So what do you say, let’s make that last name ours? Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?”

It all happened so fast, too fast for you to be able to form proper words. You nodded tears streaming quickly down your cheeks. He began to rise from the floor when you practically tackled him in a hug. You didn't care about the ring as much as you cared that Adrian was going to be your husband in the near future. You felt a few tears that were not your own on your shoulder as he pulled you in even tighter. He pulled away a little to slip the ring on your finger with a smile. You placed a loving kiss to his lips, sweeter than usual.

“Jag älskar dig,” you whispered intertwining your fingers with his.

“Jag älskar dig,” he replied grinning from ear to ear. “I know we have only been together for a few years but I know you're the one so why wait?” You smiled into his chest knowing you felt the exact same way.

[tessisawriter]

Birthday Surprise (Adrian Kempe)

Request (anonymous): Can you do number six with Adrian Kempe pls :)

A/N: I was so excited to write this because the Kings are my second-favorite team and L.A. is like a second home to me. Also, Kempe is criminally underrated on this site and I couldn’t let that go on any longer 💜🖤

Warnings: One swear word, mentions of anxiety

Word Count: 1.1k

The minute you woke up, you reached over to the other side of the bed, expecting to feel your boyfriend, Adrian, but you only came into contact with empty bed sheets.

You sat up just as the door opened and Adrian came through it, balancing something in his hand.

“Happy birthday, babe! When did you get up?”

“Just now,” you replied, “And thank you, babe. Is that a tray you’re holding?”

“Maybe,” Adrian said, and when he put it down at the bottom of the bed, you saw that it was indeed a tray full of your favorite breakfast: chocolate chip pancakes, fruit, and orange juice.

“Aw, you made me breakfast in bed? How did I get so lucky?”

“Only the best for my beautiful, hard-working girlfriend,” Adrian said, sitting on the bed next to you. He turned your head towards his and kissed you on the lips before pulling away.

You threw your arms around him and murmured, “I love you, babe,” while burying your face in his neck.

“I love you, too,” he replied. “Eat up because I want to show you your birthday present before I go to practice.”

“Wait, what time is it now?”

“9AM.”

Your stomach dropped; he had practice at 10:30AM. “Shit, Adrian, I’m so sorry! Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“You looked so peaceful, and you were tossing and turning a lot last night.”

He was right: you didn’t have a good night’s sleep. You were a second-semester junior at UCLA and generally had an easy commute from yours and Adrian’s beachfront condo in Santa Monica to Brentwood. Adrian usually had an equally easy drive to the Kings practice facility in Manhattan Beach, but things were going to get complicated because your car stopped working while you were driving down Ocean Avenue two days ago. Thankfully, it was early enough in the day that Adrian was able to get you and wait for the tow truck before driving you the rest of the way home, but you couldn’t share one car for long. You were lucky that Adrian had the day off yesterday and let you take the car to school, and that you had no classes today because it was Friday. Hopefully, you could get everything resolved before the weekend was over.

“Thanks, babe, but I feel bad that you’re rushing around now,” was all you said as you ate your pancakes.

“It’s no big deal: you need your rest.”

When you finished eating your breakfast, Adrian jumped off the bed and said, “Get dressed. I have a surprise for you outside.”

“You spoil me too much,” you said, playfully hitting your boyfriend on the arm as you got out of bed and grabbed a pink and blue floral sundress from the closet. You took off your old UCLA t-shirt and shorts before pulling the dress over your head.

“Damn, babe, you’re so sexy.” Adrian closed the distance between you and kissed you. It got heated very quickly, and you pulled away before you got too carried away.

“Don’t you have to show me the surprise before practice?” you asked.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Adrian said begrudgingly.

“Don’t worry, we can pick up where we left off tonight.” You winked at him before going to the underwear drawer and picking a fresh pair before going into the bathroom to fix your hair.

When you came out of the bathroom, Adrian was holding one of his purple ties in his hand.

“What is that for?” you asked.

“Makeshift blindfold. I want you to be really surprised,” he responded, chuckling.

“You’re crazy, Adrian.”

“But you love me,” Adrian said as he walked behind you and tied the tie around your eyes.

“Yes, I do,” you replied.

“Can you see anything?” Adrian asked, and you could feel the wind from Adrian waving his hand in front of your face.

“Nope,” you said.

“All right, let’s go outside,” he said, picking you up in his arms. You squealed, not expecting him to carry you outside, and Adrian kissed the top of your head as he carried you out of your apartment and down the three flights of stairs to the front door. Adrian put you down to open the door, but as soon as he did so, he picked you back up and carried you outside.

“Okay, we’re here,” Adrian said as he put you down for what you hoped was the last time. You liked when he carried you, but you did not like being blindfolded.

“Can I take the blindfold off now?” you whined.

“Patience is a virtue, Y/N,” Adrian chuckled, but he untied the tie, letting you see again. “Surprise!” Adrian shouted.

Your mouth dropped open. Parked in front of your condo was the most beautiful silver Mercedes convertible with a red bow on the front window. You weren’t a big car person, but the car was gorgeous.

“Oh my God, Adrian, is this for me?” You were shocked.

“Of course it is.” He smiled.

“Please don’t take this as me being ungrateful, but why did you get me a new car? Insurance is going to pay for it.”

“I just wanted to,” he replied, running his hands through his hair.

You raised an eyebrow. “I know you’re lying.”

“Yeah, how’s that?”

“You only ever run your hands through your hair when you’re either nervous or lying about something. It’s your tell.”

He sighed. “All right, fine. The insurance company called yesterday while you were taking a nap and refused to pay for a new car. I knew your anxiety would be on overdrive if you had to fight them on it, so I just took care of it. Don’t worry, it has insurance and everything…”

You cut him off by launching into his arms, hugging him tightly.

“Wait, you’re not mad at me?” Adrian seemed shocked.

“Of course not! You didn’t want me to have to worry about fighting the insurance company. I don’t know how to thank you, babe.”

“You don’t have to thank me. Happy birthday, angel,” Adrian said.

You kissed your boyfriend like no one was watching.

[icyblueice]

[nhl-stories]

Masterlist (as of 9/8/24)

Anaheim Ducks

Trevor Zegras- Details

Boston Bruins

Trent Frederic- Body and Mind

Charlie McAvoy- I’m Such A Fool

Jeremy Swayman- Indoor Cat

Buffalo Sabres

Alex Tuch- Happy Anniversary ∆ As a Dad

Carolina Hurricanes

Freddie Andersen- Nicest Thing

Tyson Jost- Apartment 402

Chicago *Hawks

Taylor Hall- Be My Mistake

Colorado Avalanche

Nathan Mackinnon- The Best Man Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Cale Makar - Serotonin

Zach Parise- Anxious Breaths

Columbus Blue Jackets

Johnny Gaudreau- Can I Help You?

Dallas Stars

Jamie Benn- Cooking Breakfast ∆ Doll Parts

Detroit Red Wings

Dylan Larkin- I’m Drunk, Baby

Olli Maatta- Oblivious Part 1 Part 2

Edmonton Oilers

Leon Draisaitl- You Stupid Bitch 

Jeff Skinner- I Have My Own Drawer?

Florida Panthers

Sam Reinhart- Nice Boy

Matthew Tkachuk- Did You Come?

Los Angeles Kings

Adrian Kempe- Flowers in Your Hair

Nashville Predators

Tyson Barrie- If You Leave The Light On Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Anthnoy Beauvillier- Midnight Love 

New Jersey Devils

Dougie Hamilton- Fool’s Holiday ∆ hydrangeas where your face should be

Nico Hischier- Valentine’s Day ∆ hornylovesickmess ∆ I’m Back

Jack Hughes- I’m Back

Timo Meier As a Boyfriend

New York Islanders

Mat Barzal- As a Boyfriend ∆ Go To Bed Angry ∆ As a Dad

New York Rangers

Chris Kreider- A Melancholy Flavor

Pittsburgh Penguins

Ryan Graves- Don’t Write An Elegy

Kevin Hayes- As a Boyfriend ∆ Geminis 

Krist Letang- Bad Boys Bring Heaven To You

Evgeni Malkin - Rough Night  

Seattle Kraken

Brandon Tanev- Capricious

St. Louis Blues

Kasperi Kapanen- A Big Deal

Toronto Maple Leafs

Phil Myers as a Boyfriend

Utah Hockey Club 

Clayton Keller- Rue

Vancouver Canucks

Brock Boeser- Prove It  ∆  Needy ∆ Morning After ∆ Seven to Ten ∆ Homebody

Quinn Hughes- .  

Elias Pettersson- I’ll Call You Mine

Vegas Golden Knights

Zach Aston-Reese- Think I Could Love You

Nolan Patrick- Rocket Power ∆ As a Boyfriend

Washington Capitals

Jakob Chychrun- Them

Winnipeg Jets

Mark Scheifele- Anything to Make You Smile