#Adrian kempe blurb

[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.

#Adrian Kempe Blurb #Adrian Kempe X Reader #los angeles kings #hockey writing #my writing #writing request #NHL imagine

[senditcolton]

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

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

#sleepover night #listen there are so many fine men that it would be impossible to write for them all

[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.

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[going-full-shmoo]

RULES

Requests are OPEN

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

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

● WHO I WILL NOT WRITE FOR ●

Chicago Blackhawks (NO exceptions)

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

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

Washingtong Capitals (Except for Jakub Vrana)

Auston Matthews

Max Domi

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

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

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

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

● A Few Extra Rules ●

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

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

Last but not least: don’t be an asshole

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

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[dubersbutt]

Please continue that Kempe blurb 😩 there isn’t enough about him on here.

...I had a bit of fun with this 

Impromptu Thirst Night

You can’t process much right now. You never can with Adrian, he was the first guy you’ve been with that made you completely unable to think. He’s already given you 3 orgasms. 3! No man you’ve ever been with had done that before, and he hadn’t even started fucking you yet. 

When he finally lifts his head his beard is soaked in your juices and he has a smug grin on his face. 

“You taste delicious,” he kisses you again and you moan when you taste yourself on his lips. 

His fingers slip back into your entrance, “you got one more in you, babe?”

At this point, you’re not sure. Your clit is so oversensitive that him just barely touching it is causes you to shout out. Before you know it, his fingers are bringing you to your fourth orgasm.

“There we go,” he murmurs against your skin as he finally slides into you. 

“Last one, baby, I know you can do it.”

You can no longer hold back any noises. You’re not even sure what’s going on anymore, your legs are numb and your arms are loosely holding onto his back. He’s whispering dirty things in your ear as he’s thrusting into you, my beautiful baby, you’re so pretty when you cum, you feel so good clenched around me. 

And all of a sudden your fifth, fifth, orgasm hits you like a train. You’re not sure what you yelled, but your throat is sore after it. You’re breathing extremely quickly, your chest rising and falling as you try to catch your breath.

The sight causes Adrian to groan as he finally fucks into you and spills his seed into you. He falls into the bed beside you and pulls you closer to him, both of your skin are sticky with sweat but you don’t mind as you reach up to kiss him one last time before he gets up to get a washcloth for you.

#ran rambles #adrian kempe #thirst night

[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. 

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[ladylooch]

Soft Moments with Adrian Kempe

A/N: In love with all the Kempe requests I have been getting. Kempe as a dad content was what we all need on this writing Saturday. As always, happy to provide. Original request is from this ask.

Word count: 709

No warnings in this one. Just sweetness 🥰

Soft, pink cheeks puff out with a sigh as our two year old daughter snuggles deeper into her father’s chest. Adrian’s fingers trail over her back, eyes not leaving the hockey game playing on the TV. My feet are next to his side so his other hand can dig into the ball of my foot.

“Mmm.” I sigh, grabbing his attention from the game for a minute. His sweet smile wraps around my body, warming my chest and cheeks.

“Think I can bring her to bed?”

“Yeah.” I nod. She’s been fast asleep for about 40 minutes, meaning the transition from his body to her bed should be okay. She’s sleeping in a bed with mesh sides now because we had a scary Sunday morning when Adrian was out of town where she tried to get out of her crib.

Thank God for baby monitors.

Adrian carefully sits up, holding her close to him with each movement to prevent any sudden jostling. He stands, delicately walking down the dark hallway to her room. I watch him on the monitor as he enters, double checking the camera is online after an earlier issue during nap time. Adrian sets our baby in her bed, kneeling down to her level. A soft kiss is pressed to her cheek before he smooths her white blonde hair back.

“Jag älskar dig, prinsessan.” He murmurs. She stirs a bit and Adrian backs his hand away from her. He pauses, both of us holding our breath in separate rooms. Her breathing settles back into a steady rhythm. Adrian turns to the camera with wide eyes. “That was close.” He mouths at me.

He reappears in the living room. Sitting closer to me on the couch, he gathers both my feet in his lap to give me a longer, more attentive massage. 

“Keep that up and you’re going to get lucky.” His eyes drift to me, smirk on his lips telling me that is exactly what he is hoping for.

As the hockey game winds down, Adrian’s fingers work more into my skin, then higher up my leg until he’s massaging his thumbs into the outside of my right thigh. He hits a point that is especially tight and holds his pressure, releasing the knot there. I moan in appreciation. Adrian reaches for the remote, clicking the game off and crawling on top of me. 

“You and your pretty noises.” He says against my lips.

I smile. Gotchya.

My hands weave around his shoulders, gripping his neck. His tongue glides against mine as I hook my finger into the binder holding his hair in a bun. The strands fall down, brushing against my fingers holding his head. One of his hands runs down my side, pushing my thigh to spread my legs further apart to accommodate his body.

“Daddy.” A small voice floats in from the doorway. Adrian slowly drags his mouth from mine. Our eyes meet in disappointment knowing we are not getting what we both pulse for. He stokes his thumb along my jaw before looking over his shoulder at our daughter.

“Hi baby. You okay?” She shakes her head vigorously in the negative. A small pout extends my bottom lip as I watch her small feet carry her quickly to her protector.

Adrian wraps her up, engulfing her in his body until her face disappears into his shoulder. He gives me a frustrated wrinkle of his nose. I smile back, nudging him with my foot that it’s okay. I reach for the remote, turning the hockey game back on. We are quiet together. Our daughter threads her fingers through his hair like I just was, stroking the strands for comfort. Her little, blue eyes struggle to stay open until she seemingly surrenders again. Just when we think she’s done, little steady puffs of air moving her body, her eyes pop open again.

We both sigh heavily. Adrian opens his arm for me to crawl over to them, both of us giving up on any chance of getting naked tonight. I settle into his chest on the opposite side of our daughter, running my nails through her soft curls. Adrian’s steady heartbeat has my eyes unwillingly closing.

Nothing in the world feels better than this.

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[ladylooch]

Yours with Adrian Kempe

A/N: For my Kempe fan girls 🥰 Oh lil Anna, I think we’ve all been here in some capacity with our SOs. 

A little continuation of Another Round of Me and You. 

Word Count: 793

Warnings: Swearing, jealousy

It’s finally date night after a long East Coast road trip for the Kings. Adrian is in the shower while I’m putting the finishing touches on my make up. He’s been secretive about where we are going tonight. His only guidance was to take a shower and wear dressier clothes than leggings. Fine. I’ve lived in them for the 14 days he was gone anyways.

A buzz causes me to jump at the unexpectedness of it. I look towards my phone, but it’s dark. Adrian had tossed his on the counter when he came in to shower and it’s his ringing.

“Babe, your phone is ringing.” I call to him as he towels off in the shower. I glance down, seeing the name Jenna on the front screen. No other descriptors. Just Jenna. He wraps a towel around his waist as he strolls to the counter. 

I try to keep my expression neutral as I dab blush along my cheek bones. Adrian grabs his phone, holding it to his face to unlock the notification. I can see there are two notifications- one for a missed call and one for a voicemail. He sees the name and casually puts the phone down again like it’s nothing. He then turns to the mirror, admiring my reflection with a soft grin.

“You look so hot, baby. I love when you get all dolled up.” He muses, like some girl didn’t just call him. I pause from dabbing my blush on my face, staring back at him in the mirror. His smile falters a bit. “What?”

“Nothing.” I snap with an eye roll. I toss my brush down and stalk from the bathroom before I say anything I regret.

Who the fuck is Jenna? Is that someone he fucked around with when we were apart? Or when we were fuck buddies even though we both had feelings for each other? Did he mess around with me then go see her? My skin crawls at the thought. We never really talked about it after we got back together. We both wanted to focus on the future.

My shoulders are crunched with tension as I scan my outfit options. I grab a pair of tight jeans with a few distressed holes in them along with a black, off the shoulders top. A pair of thin strap heels will complete the look. It’s been a hot day, so I should be fine without any type of sleeves.

Adrian leans silently against the doorway, towel still hung low on his waist, watching me shimmy my jeans on.

“Jenna is my jeweler.” He says quietly. I pause. “She’s calling to see if you and I are still stopping by tonight.” I close my eyes in embarrassment. Shit.

I look down as I button my jeans into place, tucking my shirt into them. I pull the zipper up and then fluffy my hair out, sighing as I turn to him.

“I told her I think so?” He questions, blue gaze intense. He looks like a wounded puppy and I feel like shit. I whimper, then walk across the closet to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and burying myself into his chest. “What was that?” He mumbles against my head, arms wrapped snuggly around my back.

“I don’t know.” I shake my head.

“I’m yours, Anna.” 

“I know.” I whisper back immediately. “I’m sorry.”

“ 'S okay.” He soothes. “You trust me tho?”

“Yes. I do.” I insist. “I really don’t know where that came from. I think I expected you to tell me who she was when you saw she called and then you didn’t and I jumped.

“Well, I didn’t want to tell you until we got there.”

“I’m sorry I snapped at you and blew your surprise. Can we start the night over?”

“Nah. This is our story now.” He chuckles. “Finally, you mess up. It isn’t just me anymore.” He teases, nudging his thumb and pointer finger under my chin to kiss me. I relax into his body, giving him kiss after apologetic kiss. 

“Why are we going to a jeweler?” I ask him when we break apart.

“Thought it was obvious.” He chuckles, looking at me. I glance away in confusion as he strokes my left ring finger. My birthday is in a couple of weeks but he usually likes to keep my presents from me as long as poss…i…b..l..e.. oh. 

“Oh.” I choke. “Ugh, I’m the worst.” I slap my hand to my forehead, groaning.

“Quite the opposite.” 

“We haven’t gone yet. You could change your mind.” He shakes his head.

“No way. Lived without you once, not gonna do it again.” He pats my butt and moves around me to get dressed. 

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[ladylooch]

more kempe😩

A/N: Bless you. Yes. Always gonna be a yes for me. This is a blurb of continuation from the Friends to Lovers I posted last week.

New Girlfriend- Adrian Kempe

Word Count: 951

Warnings: swearing, sexual content if you squint.

“Hey.” I tug at my boyfriend’s fingers as we are leaving our date night spot. He’s trying to head back towards the car, but the ice cream he promised me earlier today is in the other direction. “Don’t make promises and not keep them.” I jokingly narrow my gaze at him. He pauses, adjusting the collar of his jacket as he shimmies it into place.

“It’s that way?” He points.

“No.” I point the other way to where the cone is lit up in neon blue, purple and pink.

“Oh, you want that ice cream?” He cringes, sucking air in quickly between his teeth. “I don’t know if I can afford that.” I snort, eyes widening as I slap at his arm.

“Rich people jokes.”

“I’m not rich.” He chuckles, weaving our fingers together to head towards the “expensive” ice cream.

“That is exactly what rich people say as they wander around L.A. in $900 sneakers.”

“These were more than that.” He says, looking down at his Dior shoes.

“You’re not helping yourself here.” I giggle against his arm, pressing my lips to his bicep. “What even is expensive to you?”

“This $10 ice cream.”

“Oh my god. I’ll make it worth your while later. Maybe suck on something else.” 

“In that case, you can have two.”

“Two!? I’m worth 20 dollars?” We are both laughing hard, bumping into shoulders as our bodies shake with joy.

Our laughter catches attention from other patrons on the sidewalk. A group of girls is hovering outside a popular sushi spot. One of them, a brunette, locks eyes on Adrian and visible lights up. She must be a fan, I think. Adrian being stopped is common for us when we are out.

“Adrian!” The brunette squeals when she steps out to stop him. She rushes forward with her arms stretched out. His hand drops from mine as she wraps her hands behind his neck. Her nails are so long they look like claws against his neck. By the way she touches him, I imagine she’s dragged those along his back before. The thought makes me step further to the side. 

She’s beautiful- stunning really with her shimmery dress, expensive high heels and perfect face. I feel painfully plain. 

“Hey Becca.” He says, hands shoved in his pockets. He glances to me on his right but I’m still looking at her. 

“How are you? Haven’t heard from you lately.” She drawls and sweeps a hand along his tattooed forearm. My skin begins to crawl, getting hot and sensitive at her hands on him.

“Ah, good. Been busy with my girlfriend.” 

“Oh.” Her face falls flat. She glances me over quickly then kind of snorts like it couldn’t be me. Like we weren’t just holding hands. 

Adrian sees her dismissal and doesn’t like it. He steps away from her to sling an arm around my waist. He pulls me into his body, kissing my hair. He leaves his mouth there, speaking to her through my hair as red dusts my cheeks at his affection.

“Yeah. Anyway, we have places to be. Enjoy your night.” He nudges me to walk forward, not even sparing her another glance. I turn my face into his rib cage, grinning against his jacket.

“She was so disappointed by us.” I say as we stop at a crosswalk, waiting for the light to change. “I don’t think I ever met her.”

“No.” He coughs awkwardly. 

“One night?”

“Eh.” He shrugs. Ah, shorter then.

“Wham bam thank you ma’am?” 

“Babe.”

“I’m not mad, A. I sat across the table from you and your girlfriends over the years.”

“Yeah, it’s just.. I don’t want to look back. I’d rather forget about everyone before you.”

“Poor Becca.” I chuckle, wrapping my arms around his neck. The light changes and other people begin to cross the street. I keep our bodies flush together, watching intently as his face moves closer to mine.

“Lucky us.” He murmurs against my lips. Soft pecks connect us until our tongues lightly flick together. I sigh into his mouth as his hand drops lower on my back, pressing me tighter into what’s building between us. “I have a better idea for dessert.” 

“You’re gonna be better than ice cream? Tall task.” I whisper, feathering kisses along his beard until I get to the smoother skin of his upper jaw. Sweet lips follow a path along my collar bone. His mouth opens along my warm skin, letting his tongue dig a wet circle. His teeth scrape against the same spot until I soften into him. 

“I think we both know the answer to that is yes.”

“Let’s go.” I moan as he sucks my skin into his mouth, nibbling, stroking, igniting a million embers in my soul. “Adrian.” I whine when he continues, making my core flutter with each nip at me. 

“What? I want people to see me marking you as mine. Everyone should know.”

“I’d rather you take me home and mark me where only you and I can see.” His kisses pause. He gradually pulls back to meet my eyes.

“Might need you to show me.” His voice is rough with desire. “Have those pretty fingers touch prettier parts of you.” I let out a light chuckle as he drowns in each flicker of my devious eyes. I step forward, my foot going between his legs, feeling him thick against me.

“Sure, baby. Might even teach you a thing or two.”

“Fuuuuck.” He breaks eye contact, tilting his head back at the sky to laugh. “Let’s go!”

His fingers slide between mine and he pulls us down the street, our excited chuckles trailing along the avenue as we run.

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[ladylooch]

Current Master List

Updated: 1.12.2024 | plz read rules here before requesting 😘

Purple Text indicates a series/ LadyLooch AU

Smut is indicated with a * ; 18+ content, Minors DNI

Mat Barzal

Drunk Me

Your Protector *

Barzy on a First Date

College Graduation

Sweet Caretaker

Anthony Beauvillier

Begin Again

Kevin Fiala

Letters in your Last Name (Series) *

Magic in the Kitchen * & The Best Part of It * & Beach Day

All Star

Hot Tub Smut *

Nico Hischier

What My World Spins Around (Series) *

Handsy in Target

Where I'm Supposed to Be

Hurt on the Road

Ours *

Protector

Nico's Biggest Fan *

Next Morning

The Devil and a Ranger *

What the Doctor Ordered

Clingy

A Night of Firsts *

Morning After

Zebras on a roof top

Part 2

Tik Tok Torture

part 2

Fake *

You're Not The One

Flower Picking *

Swiss Showers *

Crossing Paths

A Real Man *

At Home with Nico

Losing Control *

Unexpected

No Nut November *

Nico's New Girlfriend

Movie Night at Home

Summer Heat *

Nico Hischier and Anniversaries *

Yoga

Recovery *

His Superstar *

Anything to you *

Island Injury

Halloween Let Down

Nico Hischier & Timo Meier & Kevin Fiala

Lio & Lucie ( Hischier & Meier cousin Blurb Series) *

Liv X Luca (Meier & Fiala kids Blurb Series) *

Adrian Kempe

Another Round of Me and You * & Yours

Greener Side of that Fence

Soft Moments

40

Skating Coach

Friends to Lovers & New Girlfriend

The Way You Look Tonight

Parallel Lines

Timo Meier

Loving & Leaving (Series) *

Never Til Now *

Inexperienced *

New Neighbor in Jersey

Nailed It *

Keep My Head Up

Beard Burn *

Halifax *

More of This

Flashing *

Skating with the Sharks

Eager Beaver *

Yacht In Ibiza *

John Marino

Odds were against us

Trevor Moore

Choose Me

Brady Skjei

All About You *

Bacon

Tie Me Up *

Miles Wood

Shot In the Dark AU (Series) *

Size Matters *

Nothing Like Her

Days Like This

Mile High Miles *

Bookworm

I Need a Big Boy *

Perfect Storm

All I'm Seeing is Red *

Concert with your big boy

#my writing #b writes

[ladylooch]

Casual question, any more series to come? If no, has the lucie and lio blurbs tempted you?

I did say I would write an Adrian Kempe series, but I am not going to explore that until the season starts. I need more consistent inspo and hockey season is better for that than the hell hole of an off-season we are in (AGAIN NICO WHERE ARE YOU!?!?!)

Writing in this style is new to me. I have historically been a series writer. I think that is why Lio & Lucie is becoming so popular. Emma and Timo too. Lexi and Nico not as much which is probably my fault because I wrote that before I really understood how to do 'you/reader' fics, but I was trying to appeal to a big audience, so I didn't use her name, even though I named her for myself as I was writing. So my bad Lex! We do love you!

I think I'm a better writer when I have OC characters. It's hard to write reader fics/blurbs because.. I don't know you! LOL. So I purposefully have to keep things vague but I'm a descriptive writer. I like setting the stage with all your senses, but I can't do that when it's supposed to be applicable across the board. I still enjoy them though! And I think a lot of the reader fan base does too.

So in the long rambling answer to your questions, yes. I will write more series. I'd probably have to turn requests off for awhile though.

#B speaks

[ladylooch]

How about soft thoughts Sunday?

I'm sad today and need comfort. Send me lil blurb thoughts for these players:

Nico Hischier

Miles Wood

Adrian Kempe

Timo Meier

Kevin Fiala

Brady Skjei

or the AUs:

Lio & Lucie

Loving & Leaving

What My World Spins Around

Letters in Your Last Name ( if you read it already :p)

Yes I'm still working on your requests 😘 Don't get mad at me!

#writing requests #soft thoughts sunday