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holidaywishes · 4 years ago

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Turning Page

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Summary/Request: Please, please, please do 13. “your love is my turning page / where only the sweetest words remain” (turning page, sleeping at last) from the music prompt list with Freddie Andersen! I love everything that you write about him ! 💕

Warning: angst, fluff, soft Freddie

Author’s Note: I wanted to find a GIF of Freddie looking *wistfully* at the reader because that’s the vibe I got from this song upon first listen and this GIF really hit hard. I did a tiny bit of research on this song, as I often do for my fics, to see if it meant something to the songwriter and that’s when I found it was written for Twilight. It’s been like a decade since I’ve watched any of those movies so I had completely forgotten that any song other than Christina Perri’s a thousand years was used for Breaking Down... That being said, I still think this is a beautiful song that led itself quite wonderfully to some fluff. I didn’t want it to be a wedding though and I had to really stop myself for writing it that way and honestly, the angst kind of got away from me in this one, whoops! If you’d like to request a song prompt, for hockey players or characters from your favourite movies/TV shows, send ‘em my way and I will work on them! Stay Golden, loves! <3

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Freddie’s P.O.V

You met (Y/N) when you were 10 years old on her fifth birthday party. She had ribbons in her ponytails that intertwined with her soft hair easily and you laughed at the way she took a bow from one of her gifts to add it to the top of her head with a smile. A smile that permanently etched itself in your brain for years. She was the one who kept the friendship going after that day, saying she was curious about ‘Denmark’s Hockey Family’

“I don’t know anything about Hockey” she said in her soft, almost squeaky, voice. You chuckled at her insistence but agreed to let her come to a few practices and teach her some things. After ten years, the two of you had become closer than you ever thought you would

“Would you ever move to the States? Or Canada?” you asked and she scoffed at your question

“Why?” she asked, adjusting the blanket on her lap while the two of you watched a movie

“You know I want to go into the NHL...” you stammered, wondering if she’d say you were too old, at 20 years old, to get drafted

“I know” was all she responded

“Yeah...” you continued, rolling your eyes when she didn’t say anything more, “well, would you?”

“Would I what?”

“(Y/N)...” you laughed, “would you ever move there? like if I got drafted, would yo--”

“Would I go with you?” she interrupted, finally understanding your point, “would you want me to?”

“Well... yeah. I mean, if you wanted to. It would just be nice to have someone there... Who knew me, who knows me..” you stammered, keeping your head turned away from hers so you couldn’t see her reaction

“Of course I’d go with you,” you could hear the smile on her voice, “I love... watching you play” after that, the two of you worked tirelessly to find out when a scout would be in the area but you worried that your time had passed.

“FREDDIE!” your mom yelled for you as you sat outside

“Ma?” you called back, rushing into the house to see what was wrong

“THE DRAFT...” she screamed

“Mom, calm down,” you smiled, “what about the draft?”

“YOU GOT DRAFTED!!!!!!!!!!” (Y/N) screamed as she jumped on you, “OH MY GOD FREDDIE!!!” she peeled back to look at you, her arms wrapping around your neck, “YOU DID IT!”

“Wh-aat?” you laughed, swinging your body around to watch the TV, “where?”

“Anaheim!” your mom exclaimed and you took a deep breath, still not having set (Y/N) down

“Well, shi--” you started, before catching your mom’s glare, “I mean... I guess I’m going to California!”

“We’re so proud of you!” your parents smiled before walking over to you, enveloping you and (Y/N) together in a hug where you caught the scent of vanilla and coconut

“So...” (Y/N) whispered in your ear, “does the offer still stand?” you leaned back to see her smiling before you nodded in return. Before you knew it, you were packing up your life to get on a plane and head overseas. She lived with you for a while until she couldn’t handle the girls who kept circling in and out of your apartment; the two of you fought, she cried, you tried to fix it but both of you agreed it was better if you had some space between the two of you. You’d hope she would see that you only wanted her and that the other girls were just there to... keep you warm because the timing was never right with (Y/N). When she was single, you were with someone. When you were single, she was with someone. Seeing her happy with someone else made your heart ache so you found people that would help you waste your time and everything was going fine until (Y/N) met someone

“He’s from Canada,” she said, “Toronto. He’s an architect!”

“An architect? Wow” you said, a bit in shock

“Yeah,” she continued, “we’ve actually been seeing each other for a while now but he’s just been flying back and forth and I don’t think that’s fair. He says he doesn’t mind because he likes to see me, he says it’s the best part of his day actually,” her smile lightened her rambling but you still weren’t sure where she was going with this. “Anyway,” she sighed, “he’s asked me to... move there. With him”

“Oh” you chuckled, thinking she’d said no. She moved to Anaheim with you, for you. She wouldn’t just leave you, would she?

“And I said I would...” your eyes went wide as the words left her lips before you dropped your head. “It’s not like I’m forgetting about you,” she giggled, “or like I’m leaving you behind. I’ll still talk to you everyday and we’ll call and FaceTime and text and nothing will change”

“Except you won’t be here” you scoffed, smiling pathetically to yourself before slumping onto the couch

“I know, Freddie,” she sighed, sitting next to you and rubbing your back soothingly, “but let’s face it, our schedules are so different as it is. We barely see each other, I mean you didn’t even realize I was dating someone”

“I’ve been busy!” you challenged

“I know,” she chuckled, “I know, but that’s the point. I came here for you and I’m so happy that you asked me to come with you and I’m so happy that I’ve been here for you”

“So why leave?” you argued

“Because I love this guy!” she exclaimed, “and I don’t know how much longer I can wait around for you to come home so we can finally hang out”

“FINE!” you said out of pure anger, standing up suddenly

“Freddie, please,” she said quietly, remaining seated as you paced around the room, “I know this isn’t what either of us expected to happen but it did. I’d be stupid not to see this through.”

“No, you’re right,” you agreed, bitterness on your tone, “but what if we never see each other again?”

“Of course we’ll see each other again! Freddie our parents are best friends!”

“I guess, I just mean...”

“I promise we’ll see each other” she smiled, finally standing up to place her hand on your cheek. You knew she meant it but, as so often happens, time got away from the two of you and space got in the way. That is, until you got traded to the Maple Leafs

“Looks like I’ll be coming out your way” you texted her as soon as you got the news

“What do you mean?” she sent back and you assumed she hadn’t seen the announcement

“I got traded... I’m coming to Toronto!”

Incoming call from (Y/N)

“Hey” you greeted

“YOU’RE COMING HERE!” she exclaimed, screaming through the phone

“It looks that way!” you smiled to yourself

“OH MY GOD!!”

“Alright, alright,” you laughed, “calm down before you break my eardrums!”

“I’m sorry,” she giggled and you could imagine her bright smile on the other end of the phone, “I’m just so excited to see you”

“Me too” you confessed

“I miss you.”

It seemed like as soon as you moved to Toronto, things with Seth changed. Like the magic somehow disappeared and you two were just ships passing in the night. You two were only together there for about two months before he said he couldn’t do it anymore and you were left to find somewhere to live on your own; staying in hostels until an affordable apartment was available. You were miserable and you hated yourself for leaving the only safe place you had, with Freddie. A year passed and you were getting a little bit more comfortable in your new hometown, finding your own favourite spots and everything, when you got a random text from Freddie

“Looks like I’ll be coming out your way” he sent and you furrowed your brow

“What do you mean?”

“I got traded... I’m coming to Toronto!” he replied and you couldn’t believe it. You had been in such a slump that you hadn’t been focusing on the Hockey world even though you made sure to follow Fred’s games, so you completely missed hearing about this trade. You weren’t sure about how he felt about it because he had made connections in Anaheim and moving to another city, again, was a lot to handle but that didn’t mean you weren’t happy that you would be able to see him again; to be around him and feel him near you.

“YOU’RE COMING HERE?!” you yelled as soon as he picked up the phone

“It looks that way!” he replied and you could hear the smirk on his face coming through. Oh how you missed that smirk

“OH MY GOD!” you yelled once more, bouncing around at the idea of seeing your best friend again

“Alright, alright,” he chuckled, “calm down before you break my eardrums!”

“I’m sorry,” you laughed before inhaling calmly, “I’m just so excited to see you”

“Me too” he said and your heart just about broke. You had always wished he’d say that he felt about you the way that you’d felt about him, that the love you had for him was reciprocated but you’d learned that holding your breath and waiting for him was as worthless a pursuit as ever

“I miss you” you confessed, hoping he’d say it back but hung your head when he only mumbled something under his breath. You waited patiently for him at the airport, clutching the sign you’d made for him; his name in bold letters covered in glitter that you’d knew would embarrass him. “FREDDIE!!!!” you shouted when you saw him, running to him to jump on him like you did that day in Denmark, dropping your sign in the process

“HEY!” he exclaimed, dropping his bags to wrap his arms around you, “it’s so good to see you. I’m so happy you’re here!”

“I can’t believe you’re really here,” you smiled, keeping your legs tightly wrapped around his hips, “I thought I’d never get to hug you again”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he laughed, “and if I do, I’m takin’ you with me”

“Good”

“So...” he sighed, putting you down gently and grabbing his bags, “where’s Seth?” His question made you realize you hadn’t told him about the breakup

“Oh... right. We didn’t last,” you admitted, opening the car door as Freddie chucked his bags in the trunk, “lasted about two weeks.”

“What?!” he returned as he slammed the trunk

“Yeah.. he couldn’t deal so we ended things. But it was for the best...” you admitted

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked as he got into the passenger seat of your small car

“I didn’t wanna bother you” you sighed

“You can always bother me” he confessed and you squeezed his hand with yours before smiling softly at him

“Thank you” you almost whispered and, just like that, the two of you picked up where you left off. Time went on, he had some bad games, the media tore him apart and you tried to be there for him but he yelled at you or whined that everything was falling apart; you told him to stop being so grumpy but he only growled in return. Everyday, it got a little harder to be with him without actually being with him. You were torturing yourself but you couldn’t stop yourself.

Freddie’s P.O.V

When Auston suggested you go to Arizona with him while everything was locked down, you asked if (Y/N) wanted to go with you

“I can’t go with you, Freddie” she laughed

“Why not?”

“I wouldn’t want to interrupt... guy time” she joked

“So you’re just gonna stay here? Alone?” you scoffed

“Yes,” she admitted, “I have to work anyway. You’ll be back soon enough, I’m sure”

“Yeah, maybe...” you sighed. Lockdown ended, the qualifiers started, the team didn’t make it through, rumours began to circulate and your relationship with (Y/N) was starting to fray again. You knew you would wait until she was ready, you’d wait a hundred years if you had to, but you needed to at least keep her close -- for fear that she might find another Seth. “Just move in here,” you insisted after finding out her lease was up just before Christmas, “I don’t think you’re gonna find a place during this pandemic”

“I can’t move in here”

“And why not?” you chuckled

“I’ve lived with you before. I can’t really deal with the carousal of girls...”

“There’s not a carousal of girls” you argued

“There was in Anaheim” she scoffed

“It’s different here. I’m different”

“What if it doesn’t work?”

“Then... you move out. No big deal...”

“Why do you want me to move in?” she asked and you took a minute to think about your answer. Why did you want her to move in? So you could muster up enough courage to tell her you loved her. So she would finally realize her own feelings for you. So the two of you could finally be together the way you should’ve been a long time ago.

“You’re my best friend” you finally said and it seemed to be enough. New Year’s passed and training camp started and neither of you had admitted any kind of feelings but her smile still made you weak.

“Carla’s getting married in secret” she laughed, explaining how her friend from work hated the restrictions so much she was gathering a bunch of friends and family in the park for a ‘spur of the moment’ wedding

“Is it really spur of the moment if she’s planning it?” you teased

“Yes” she giggled

“Okay” you laughed in response, watching as her eyes lit up as she talked about the details

“So are you in?” you heard her ask

“Hmm?” was all you could say since you had completely lost yourself in her

“You’re gonna be my date, aren’t you? For the wedding?”

“Uhh.. I don’t know,” you stammered, “when is it?”

“I don’t know...” she huffed, “this weekend probably?” You could tell she was upset that you didn’t just agree to go, especially after she was so excited about it. Why couldn’t you just say, of course I’ll be your date!

“I--”

“I don’t wanna make you go if you don’t wanna go. Don’t feel like you have to, Freddie, just because I asked. You don’t owe me anything”

“(Y/N), I want to. Of course I’ll go with you. I’m in!”

“You are?” she questioned, clearly unsure of your answer

“Always.”

April was a beautiful time to get married. In the park, as the grass was getting greener, as the birds sang in the trees high above and the sound of wind rustling through the trees was the only sound you could hear.

“You look beautiful by the way” Freddie whispered to you while you sat, waiting for your friend to walk down the make-shift aisle she’d set up. You blushed at Freddie’s compliment before nudging his shoulder with yours and thanking him

“You don’t look so bad yourself” you smiled

“Why thank you!” he teased

“Oh! Here we go” you exclaimed when the music began and Carla made her way to her soon-to-be husband. “She looks beautiful”

“Are you crying already?” Freddie laughed

“No... shut up” you scoffed as you admitted that you were, indeed, crying; you couldn’t help it, it was all so beautiful. Once the ceremony was done and they were officially married, Carla and her now husband, Clinton, invited everyone to their house for drinks and appetizers — their reception.

“She’s trying to get us arrested” Freddie joked, referring to the quarantine rules that had to be reinforced the week prior

“She wants to see how many of us will fit in a cell for sure” you added

“As long as we manage to get drunk before they arrest us,” he smiled, “otherwise, it’s all for nothing.” The were no calls, no complaints, and the small group was allowed to celebrate as long and as loud as you wanted. You all did the obligatory chicken dance and cha-cha slide to really hone in on the ‘wedding vibes’ before eventually moving to slow dances. “Dance with me?” Freddie smiled at you with his hand palm up in front of you

“I thought you’d never ask” you giggled, taking his hand and following him onto the open space that was being used as a dance floor

“What I’ve been living for...” the song played in the background as you swayed with Freddie, pulling back to look at him once before he smiled at you.

“What?” He chuckled

“You’re just... I missed this” you hesitated

“Have we danced at a wedding together before?” He joked, earning a playful scoff from you

“I meant I miss us” you admitted, dropping your head onto his chest

“I never went anywhere,” he said with a bite to his words, “you did.”

“Freddie...” you furrowed your brow as you lifted your head off his chest, shaking your head as his hands moved away from you, “I didn’t... it’s not like that. I gave you—”

“You gave me space. I didn’t need space, I didn’t want space” he sneered and you awkwardly smiled at the faces around you before pulling his arm

“This is not the place for this”

“You left, not me. You’re the one who stopped us from... having time together”

“What?” you huffed, shaking your head in confusion, “I didn’t want to give you space, Fred, but you never did anything! You were so focused on Hockey and the life that you made in Anaheim that it didn’t matter how much I was there, you didn’t have time for me. I got the message. I found someone and, yes, I left to try to make it work with him. It didn’t. And now you’re here, and you’re arguing with me because of... what?”

“What do you mean I never did anything??” it was all he focused on and you could only laugh in response

“I gave you every chance to do something. I moved across the world for you and you never did anything”

“NEITHER DID YOU!” he yelled, veins beginning to pop out of his neck

“I WANTED YOU TO DO SOMETHING FIRST!”

“WHY?!?!”

“BECAUSE I DIDN’T KNOW HOW YOU FELT AND I DIDN’T WANT TO EMBARRASS MYSELF OR RUIN OUR FRIENDSHIP!”

“YEAH WELL... I DIDN’T KNOW THAT” he yelled before clearing his throat and calming himself down. “How ‘bout I tell you now?” he said softly as you trained your eyes on his face, “your smile is the first thing I think about in the morning and the last thing I see when I go to sleep. The smell of your shampoo and your body lotion mix together and I can smell coconut and vanilla for weeks on end without it being anywhere close to me. I hated seeing you with... anyone else because you weren’t with me but I wanted you to be happy. I don’t know how long I’ve loved you but I know that I’m not the same without you. Without you around. Without you with me, near me, beside me, sharing everything with me, dancing with me, laughing with me. You have no idea how many times I wish I would’ve done something sooner, taken charge of my feelings and just told you how I felt — because I should’ve — but I was scared. I just hoped that you’d say it first so that I could hug you and kiss you and finally call you mine” he finally finished his proclamation and you were left completely speechless. “So...” he smirked, having just laid his heart out in front of you, “what do you have to say?”

“I’m not a possession...” you mumbled

“What?”

“I didn’t know you could be so sweet,” you smiled, feeling a warmness in your chest, “I mean I knew you were a big teddy bear but I didn’t know you could be... this sweet” you repeated. “I love you, too, Freddie. I don’t know for how long either but I know that hearing what you said just now, after all this time, was exactly what I needed to tell you how much I love you. How whenever I hear your voice, my heart melts and my body buzzes or how whenever I see your smile I mentally take as many pictures as I can because I don’t know when you’ll let me see it again willingly. I tried to replace you with other people because I never thought you’d ever want me but now here you are, in front of me, saying the sweetest words I’ve ever heard and I’ve never loved you more” you took a breath and waited for him to say something else when you noticed the corners of his lips turn up into a smile before he walked toward you

“I love you” he placed his hands on the sides of your neck, brushing his thumbs against your cheeks before he leaned down and connected his lips to yours; finally, was all you could think.

“I love you, too” you smiled when he finally broke the kiss, trailing your hands up his arms to rest them on his shoulders. “I can’t believe it took you two continents, three countries and 22 years to do something”

“Guess I just needed a push” he whispered against your lips as he moved to pick you up, wrapping his arms under your butt and bringing your chest as close to him as possible

“I guess so” you whispered back, your hands lingering on his neck until your fingers found his hair, “better late than never.”

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senditcolton · 2 years ago

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Happy birthday prompt night!! 🎉 could you please do 24 with Freddie Andersen?

ah, thank you! this one is very spicy and i hope you love it!!

You know your simple slight seductions spin me out of control.

He was doing this on purpose. That much you were sure of.

Before you met him, you weren’t this easy to break. Not much flustered you, so much so that some of your friends started calling you ‘Ice Queen.’ The irony that you started dating a hockey player was not lost on you.

Meeting Fredrik Andersen changed all of that for you. There was something about him that made you fold so easily, as if his fiery red hair was all it took to thaw you. He could just be sitting there and you would fall deeper for him.

He didn’t even have to try and that was one of the most frustrating parts for you. But when he was trying… frustration couldn’t begin to describe the emotions running through you as you desperately try to listen to Heather as she relays a humorous story about her kids, the gentle holiday music playing through the speakers.

When approached with the idea of going up to Wintergreen Ski Resort for an extended weekend getaway slash holiday party with the rest of the team, you jumped at the mere thought of spending even a few hours in a winter wonderland. You thought it would be enjoyable but now, you were ready to shove Freddie into the car and take him home. You knew Freddie was thinking the same thing based on the looks he was shooting you, the heat of his gaze burning more fiercely than the logs in the fireplace.

“Hey, are you alright?” Katie, Svech’s girlfriend, says, startling you out of your reverie.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Mind’s just wandering I suppose,” you reply, the half-hearted excuse out of your mouth before you could stop it.

“I get that,” Katie tells you and you both love and hate the knowing look that she shoots you after you watch her eyes flit from you to where Freddie was standing just a few feet away.

“Well,” you draw out, returning her look with a playful glare of your own, “I think I might go and hang out in the hot tub.”

“I never understood that, going in the pool in the winter,” Heather says.

“No better time to do it!” you toss back to her, downing the rest of your drink before setting it onto a vacant table and slipping out of the door into the cooled night air.

You hear splashing and familiar laughter from some of the boys and when you turn the corner, you spy them: Jesperi, Andrei, Pyotr, and Seth.

They finally notice you when you walk closer and the excited shouts that come from them makes your heart happy. It meant a lot to you that you managed to mesh so well with the rest of the team, forming some quick friendships and with the ‘younger’ guys, it became somewhat of a fun sibling dynamic between you all.

“Hey!” you hear Jesperi shout again as you step over towards the chairs where their own robes were scattered. “Are you joining us?”

“You bet I am, Moomin,” you quip, lightly laughing at the twinge of pink that appears on Jesperi’s cheeks at the nickname, before glancing around.

“Did you bring a robe or something?” Seth asks you, noticing your slight hesitance.

“Completely skipped out on that step,” you admit with a small shrug.

“Please tell me that you didn’t skip out on the bathing suit step,” he laughs and you roll your eyes.

“That much I did remember. Planned on coming even if you hooligans weren’t here already.”

“You mean you didn’t come to see our smiling faces?”

“Nah,” you reply casually, “but it’s a plus.”

Your words get a few cheers out of the boys sitting in the tub and you quickly discard your dress, revealing the bikini that you slipped on underneath before climbing up the steps to the edge of the tub. It’s Pytor that offers you a hand to keep your balance as you step into the warm welcoming waters.

“благодарю вас” you say and you smile when you see the excited grin appear on his face at your brief Russian. “I’ve picked up on a few words,” you explain as you sit down into a free space, sinking into the bubbles.

You relax, letting the boys welcome you into their previous conversation, trading quips and embarrassing stories, occasionally talking about hockey even though the point of the trip was to get away from that, and playing the ‘older sister’ role when Seth asks for dating advice. It is nice to be around them in a more relaxed environment and you find the time passing quickly.

You are leaning back, listening to the boys talk when you feel a small kiss being placed on your shoulder. You are slightly startled and turn to see Freddie standing next to the tub with a smile on his face. You return it before your eyes register the fact that he is no longer in his suit. Instead, the complimentary terrycloth robe was wrapped around his body and when you look closer, you notice another in his hand.

“Hey Fred, you coming in as well?” Drei asks as Freddie makes his way around the tub over to where your dress was casually thrown across the wooden chairs. You don’t miss the look shot in your direction as Freddie notices the fabric, a look that made heat pool both in your cheeks and in your lower stomach.

“Yeah,” he replies and your eyes stay locked to his as he takes off his robe, a sharp breath coming in as you watch his arms and shoulders move. It isn’t long before he’s walking up and slipping into the hot tub with you all before moving ever gracefully over to the vacant spot next to you.

You are slightly surprised when his arm doesn’t move to rest across the top of your shoulders like it almost always did when you two sat next to each other but you push it from your mind. The conversation continues as normal with Freddie now chiming in that it doesn’t feel like anything changed. Not until you were laughing at something Jesperi said and felt a firm hand land on the top of your thigh.

Glancing over your shoulder, your eyes connect with Freddie and he imperceptibly raises an eyebrow as if to silence you, that same hungry look in his eyes from earlier in the night coming back at full force. Your muscles clench because you fully understand what every action so far was leading to. In response, you barely widen your eyes and cock your head as if to ask him “really, here?” When your silent question is met with nothing but a cool indifferent look and you lean back into your spot next to him, his hand still perched on your skin.

And when you feel it start to creep up, inching closer to your inner thigh, your mind jumps to the thought that played in your mind earlier that night: he was doing this on purpose.

You try, desperately, not to react as Freddie’s hand slips between your thighs, his fingers delicately tracing the edge of your bikini and you most certainly cover up your gasp with a cough when he finally moves underneath the material.

There is a slight shift in your seat, legs widen a little to give him access which Freddie takes quickly as his hand moves against you, the bubbles from the tub obscuring his actions. You attempt to make it even more innocuous by resting a hand on his bicep and leaning your head against his shoulder, trying to play it as if Freddie was simply holding your other hand in your lap.

It shockingly seems to be working for a brief moment, Freddie never being so obvious in his movements, going slow which, perhaps not so inadvertently, made you even more desperate. It isn’t until your hand on his bicep tightens when he hits a particular spot do you register a small cough come from Pytor’s direction. You glance over in enough time to see him whispering something in Andrei’s ear, Drei’s eyes flickering over towards you and Freddie before he clears his own throat.

“Well, Pytor and I are going to get a drink or two at the bar before it closes for the night,” he explains, lifting his body up to a standing position.

“Oh, that sounds like a good idea,” Seth replies, also getting up and exiting the hot tub followed shortly by Jesperi. They are putting on their robes when Jesperi looks back towards you.

“Are you guys coming too?”

“Nah,” you reply your pitch slightly higher as a whine barely escapes your mouth. You play into it, sinking a little bit into the bubbling waters. “I don’t want to leave the warmth just yet,” you lightly pout, causing a laugh from Jesepri.

A few small goodbyes are traded and you wait until you hear the gentle woosh of the hotel lobby door closing before you are leaning back, letting the moans, whines, and whimpers that you’ve been holding back fall as Freddie increases his movements against you. It doesn’t stop until your body is stiffening, the wave crashing over you as you gasp, the cold winter air a stark contrast to the heat radiating off your body.

When the high fades and Freddie’s hand withdraws, you jolt upright and lightly smack him across the chest. His only response is laughter.

“What the fuck Fred?” you hiss, more embarrassed than truly angry. “You couldn’t have waited until later?”

“No,” comes the fast reply and before you can even register his movements, Freddie is hauling you into his lap, your legs on either side of him. “Do you know how crazy you were making me tonight? In that fucking outfit of yours? You don’t even have to fucking try.”

You can’t stop the laughter that falls from your lips and after a moment, you look to see Freddie staring at you with a question on his face.

“No, it’s just… I was sort of thinking the same thing about you tonight.”

“I was trying though,” Freddie says, revealing the truth that you had already figured.

“I know,” you laugh, leaning closer into him and finally capturing his lips in a heated kiss. You break away, relishing in the feeling of his broad hands gripping you tightly. “It was very distracting.”

“So sorry for inconveniencing you.”

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wyattjohnston · 3 years ago

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Can you write please “Is that my shirt?” and “You’re getting on my nerves.” with Freddie Andersen? Fluff/sexy related? 😘❤

“You’re getting on my nerves,” Freddie said, his eyes not even leaving the television.

You rolled your eyes and sat back down on the cushion beside him with your arms crossed. You knew you were getting on his nerves, had been doing it purposefully, because he hadn’t paid you any attention since the game started. It wasn’t even an important game—just a regular, mid-season, out of conference game.

It wasn’t often that you got this way, most of the time you were right there watching the game with him. Sometimes, sometimes, you needed a little extra bit of attention.

You stood up and left the room, rolling your eyes again when you glanced over your shoulder to see that Freddie hadn’t even blinked. If he wasn’t going to pay you the attention that you need you had ways to get him to notice you.

Hanging up in the closet were his jerseys. It was dirty pool to pull one off its hanger—one of his, specifically, and not one of yours. It was even dirty to drop it onto the bed and strip naked before you pulled it over your head. He would know exactly what you’d done because when you left the living room your pyjama pants had been long and exhaustingly bright.

Despite wanting to saunter and play it up, you were calm and casual as you stepped back into the room. You pulled a hand across his shoulders when you walked behind the couch. Waiting for a stoppage in play before your next move was paramount so you stayed behind him, your hand gently on his shoulder as you waited.

The stoppage came, finally, and you made your way back to your seat on the couch, making sure to go the long way and walk in front of him.

“What’s got you so invested, huh?”

“They need—uh, hello,” he said, changing thoughts midsentence. His eyes grew three sizes, his hand reached out seemingly of its own accord to touch the hem of the jersey. “Is that mine?”

You smirked at him, did a quick spin so he got a good view of his name across your back. “You’re going to pay attention to me now?”

“I can probably do that,” he said, tugging at the hem of the jersey again to get you to step closer.

You shrieked in surprise when his hands met your waist and he pulled you swiftly into his lap. The kisses he pressed to your neck were heated and despite the dizziness that was taking over your mind, you were able to reach out blindly for the remote control so you could switch off the television and finally have all of Freddie’s attention.

Thank you for your manners. I hope this is what you were after :)

#frederik andersen fic #frederik andersen imagine #nhl fic #nhl imagine #hockey fic #hockey imagine #homemade fic #filled prompt

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miracleonice87 · 3 years ago

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Freddie Andersen, number 3? 😊

Spending Christmas at the other’s childhood home with their family (3) - with Freddie Andersen 🎄

from m’s winter prompt list 2021

a/n: yay, my first-ever Fred fic! 🤗 three more holiday blurbs to come after this.

word count: 1,800ish

warnings: mention of a parent leaving a child, divorce, alcohol

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You’d seen Freddie nervous for games, sure. Particularly when he was coming back from injury or in the thick of the playoffs. But never had you seen him this nervous – and what had him in such a tizzy was meeting his significant other’s family at the holidays.

The two of you were set to spend the short NHL holiday break with your dad and stepmom at your childhood home in Asheville, North Carolina. Your mom hadn’t been in the picture since you were a toddler, and you shared a close relationship with your dad, being his only child – you, for one, were excited for the two most important men in your life to meet. The prospect of which had Fred absolutely terrified.

Of all things this big, strong NHL player had to be concerned about, like pucks flying a hundred miles an hour at his face on a nightly basis, you were shocked that this was one of them.

The past couple of days, he’d been quiet – too quiet. He wasn’t the most talkative guy, of course. But it just wasn’t Freddie to be so sullen, lost in his own head, where he tortured himself with the idea of your family not believing he was good enough for you. Not trusting his lifestyle. Not being accepting of the traveling and training he had to do, taking him away from you. If Fred had said it once, he had said it a thousand times – he couldn’t imagine having to accept his own child putting up with such a life (hell, he hated that he had to put you through it at all). He was certain your family would feel the same.

Finally, after a few tension-laden days of silence, Fred had voiced all of this to you when you pressed him once more about what was on his mind and how you could help.

And after he did, near panting as he rushed out his every anxious thought, you cocked your head a bit, frowning. You hated seeing him so unsure of himself, especially when he had no reason to be.

“Baby…” you cooed, perching yourself on his knee and slinging your arms around his neck. “I don’t want you to be worried about what my family thinks of you, okay?” you said, smoothing a hand over his cheek before settling your thumb against his perfectly dimpled chin. “They’re going to love you. Besides… if anything, they’re gonna be on my case more than yours, what with my recently becoming a hockey player-chasing gold-digger and all,” you joked with a wink.

But Fred barely cracked a smile, totally unusual for how he normally always laughed at your jokes, at the very least beaming at you with an amused expression as you tried to make him laugh.

“Promise me you’ll try to stop worrying? Please?” you begged, mouthing softly at the hinge of his jaw as you made your way to his ear lobe. “For me?” you added tenderly, sending a shiver down Fred’s spine.

He shifted your hips so that you had to look at him again and he gave a solemn nod before cupping your cheek in his hand and capturing your lips in the sort of kiss that completely stole your breath away and made him forget what he was so worried about in the first place.

But in the blink of an eye, it was 24 hours later – Christmas Eve – and as he pulled up in front of your childhood home, your dad already waiting outside, Freddie most definitely remembered what he was so worried about in the first place.

Fred didn’t come literally face-to-face with many people, due to his tall frame. But your dad… of course, your dad not only met him at eye level, but even appeared to be just an inch or so taller, a state champion high school basketball player back in his day. Fred couldn’t help but gulp as he toted the bags and followed you up the driveway, feeling his palms begin to sweat simply by being in the man’s presence.

And then, you nearly knocked the formidable figure over, arms thrown around his waist, your cheek pressed as close against his sweater as possible, your eyes drawn shut and a contented smile on your face. And with your simple, syrupy sweet, “hi, Dad,” the commanding, authoritative man melted before Fred’s eyes, folding his arms around you and pressing a reverent kiss atop the crown of your head, his eyes sparkling before closing in joy, and as he watched, Fred could clearly see that your father was holding his entire world in his grasp.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he spoke, his voice booming. “Merry Christmas,” he said as he smiled down at you. Then, he met Fred’s gaze.

“Hi, son,” he greeted, extending a hand which Fred accepted, making a mental note to shake firmly. “Nice to finally meet you.”

Fred nodded as you smiled encouragingly at him, though he could still hear his nervous heartbeat pounding within his chest. “It’s nice to meet you, too, sir,” he commented. “Thanks for having us here for the holiday. You have a beautiful home,” he added, vaguely gesturing to the exterior of the stately old house.

“We like it alright,” your dad replied. “Surprised this one here still wants to be seen here considering the mansion she has access to now, thanks to you,” he said sarcastically, nudging your shoulder.

You rolled your eyes. “Dad,” you protested through gritted teeth.

Freddie shook his head humbly. “No, no, it’s alright,” he said with a nervous laugh. “I’ve been lucky, no doubt, but I didn’t grow up with much, so I certainly haven’t forgotten where I came from. Big house or not.” He stopped himself before he came off too defensive, aiming to put on an air that told your dad he was ready for anything he threw Fred’s way.

Your dad nodded slowly, eyeing Freddie carefully. “Well, I’m glad, and I hear you’re a hard worker, so I’m sure you deserve all you have,” he noted, tying a bow on the topic, to your relief. He nodded his head toward the door, motioning for the two of you to enter the house. “Now, come on in and get settled,” he encouraged, Fred following behind with the bags as you curled your hands around his bicep, pushing yourself up to kiss his cheek. He took comfort in the gesture, hopeful that the rest of your stay would entail only a few further shots at his character.

And it did – over the next three days, your dad kept the jabs relatively innocuous and certainly manageable from Fred’s perspective. Once again, he put himself in your dad’s shoes and reminded himself that he, too, would probably be giving his only child’s suitor a difficult time upon their first meeting. You were pleased and proud that he took it in stride, as you knew he would – offering to help your dad and stepmom with meal prep and cleanup without coming off as a kissass, always having you within his protective arm’s reach while respectfully limiting your PDA, and alternating between politely listening to your family stories and inside jokes and asking questions to better understand the dynamic among you.

On your last night with your family, you and your stepmom had cleared the table and then lingered in the kitchen, having a lengthy conversation over glasses of wine, and your dad, left in the dining room with Freddie and their glasses of whiskey, saw his opportunity to conduct his final test of the visit.

“Fred, I appreciate the way you’ve handled yourself throughout this trip,” your dad spoke, rolling his knuckles along the table. “I know I’m maybe not the most easygoing person, but I love my daughter more than anything, and so I hope you understand where I’m coming from.”

Fred nodded, twisting his glass against his palm.

“I do, sir,” he said. “I’d like to think I’d be somewhat similar to you, when put in the same situation. You want what’s best for your daughter, and I want nothing more than to be that for her. And to give that to her.”

Your dad attempted to keep his pleasure at Fred’s response from showing on his face, but Fred noticed the way the corners of his mouth turned upward as he shifted in his seat.

“Speaking of which,” he began, “since you came here with her, I assume things are serious. So… what do you think your future holds?”

It was Freddie’s turn to attempt to hide his smile, at which he failed miserably. He cleared his throat, holding his chin high.

“Well, to be perfectly honest, I can see myself spending the rest of my life with your daughter,” he leveled, meeting your dad’s eyes. “If she’ll have me,” he added, making both men chuckle.

“Well, that’ll be up to her, but, uh…” your dad ran a hand along his jaw in thought. “But if that’s what she wants, then I for one would be thrilled to have you as part of this family.”

Fred’s heart fluttered in his chest as he broke into a full-fledged grin.

“Thank you,” he said soberly. “That means more to me than I can say.”

Your dad offered a wink and a nod before patting Fred’s shoulder.

“Now, come on, let’s make sure those girls aren’t talking about us out there,” he joked as Fred laughed.

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That night after your parents had retired for the evening, you lay on Fred’s chest, settled on the couch between his legs, basking in the glow of the lighted tree as you listened to piano Christmas music over the sound system.

“Are you awake?” Freddie whispered, his hands giving just the slightest squeeze for where his arms were looped around you, resting on your stomach.

“Mmm, yeah,” you half-lied, blinking your bleary eyes to glance up at your boyfriend. “What’s wrong?”

Freddie shook his head. “Nothing,” he soothed, smoothing his hand over the side of your head. “I just wanted to say you were right.”

A sleepy smile spread across your face, and you moved your head just slightly to look into Fred’s eyes.

“Was I now?” you asked, nuzzling your head against the soft fleece of his sweatshirt.

“Mmhm,” Fred’s voice rumbled in his chest. “You told me I have nothing to worry about, meeting your family. And you were right. I loved it. I love them.”

You beamed, reaching up to cup Freddie’s neck gently, pressing a kiss to his stubbly jaw.

“I love you,” you whispered, knowing this was the perfect opportunity for such an admission – one you had been certain of long ago. “And they love you. It was the best Christmas, baby. Thank you.”

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sixmapleleafs · 3 years ago

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Can you please write 1. “You’re the kind of person who gives out carrots, aren’t you?”, where he's like Mr. Frederik "Grinch" Andersen ! (Although I saw somewhere Freddie saying his favorite holiday was Christmas) 😂😂

I decided to do this one from Freddie’s pov!

“You’re the kind of person who gives out carrots, aren’t you?”

You and Y/n weren’t exactly best friends, long story short, you were pretty sure she thought you were the most irritating person she had ever met and you, well your feelings for her were complicated to say the least. You thought she was amazing. But there was some obstacles. For starters, she was the younger sister of your new captain and if that wasn’t enough she also seemed to find everything you said or did to be infuriating, which you had to admit you didn’t hate, seeing her all flustered and annoyed was amusing to say the least.

Arriving at the Staal’s house with Nino, you immediately spotted her playing with her nieces and nephew and god did she look gorgeous. You mingled for a while before deciding to grab a drink.

“Hey y/n” you leant against the counter, flashing her a cocky grin that made her roll her eyes in annoyance.

“Frederik” she huffed out. Cute. “Having fun?”

“Not really, I actually hate halloween”

“What? How can you hate halloween? It’s the best holiday, other than Christmas” she said accusingly making you chuckle.

“I just find it pointless, always have, even when I was a kid” you explained taking a sip of your drink.

“Oh come on, you must have liked trick or treating” she said folding her arms over her chest, looking at you with that look that let you know you’d got under her skin.

“Nope” you snickered watching her reaction closely.

“Actually that makes sense, you’re the kind of person who gives out carrots, aren’t you?”

“Wow, you really think that low of me? That I’d ruin it for little kids? I know you hate me but that’s a bit mean, Y/n” you teased and you saw her expression soften.

“No…I didn’t mean it like that” she stepped closer to you, her breathing getting quicker and you started to worry you’d push her too far.

“I was only joking Y/n, don’t worry” you placed a gentle hand on her arm in an attempt to comfort her.

“It’s not that…I just don’t want you to think that I hate you…because I really don’t, Freddie” your brows furrowed in confusion - she had never called you anything other than Frederik before.

You took a deep breath before continuing, her perfume clouding your senses and your judgement, “well, then how do you feel about me, Y/n?”

“I wish you weren’t my brothers teammate, so I didn’t have to pretend I didn’t like you so much” she admitted quietly, staring at her hands as she played with her fingers nervously. Hooking your finger under her chin, you tilted her head up until you could look in her eyes. Smiling softly, you leant down giving her a gentle kiss before pulling away slightly to lean your forehead against hers.

“What the fuck is this?” You jumped away from her smaller frame at the sound of her brothers voice echoing through the kitchen.

Oh shit.

#sixmapleleafs halloween prompt night #frederik andersen #frederik andersen imagine #frederik andersen blurb #freddie andersen #freddie andersen imagine #freddie andersen blurb

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rapidfever · 4 years ago

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#hockeychallengemusic

prompt | pick one of your favorite songs and incorporate it into your work

toronto maple leafs x jon bellion - let’s begin ♡

#hockeychallengemusic #toronto maple leafs #Mitch marner #frederik andersen #william nylander #leafs lb #I had a couple extra clips from a last project I never finished then saw this prompt this and bam!!!!#maple leafs #let’s pretend they didn’t lose today okay <3 #nhl edit

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puckngrind · 4 years ago

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17 or 30 With Frederik Andersen please

30. “Dating you is not easy, you know?”

Freddie had his quirks. You knew this before the two of you started dating. Growing up in the hockey world it seemed to be a goalie thing but he proved over and over again how much you meant to him through the season. Summers were your favorite because you got almost uninterrupted time with him. That is until August hit and he started training harder.

You made his favorite post workout smoothie knowing he would be walking through the door any moment. Finishing cleaning up the kitchen you hear the door open and his bag hit the floor.

“Hey Honey! I made you your smoothie already!” He rounds the corner and plops down on the barstool across from where you are wiping down the counter.

“Oh, thanks but I’m doing a different dietary protocol this week.” He runs his hand through his hair. You huff out your annoyance. “What Sweetie?” He reaches across to graze his fingers tips across your hand.

“Nothing.” You pull your hand away and turn to place the rag back in the sink.

“That huff wasn’t nothing.” Freddie tilts his head.

“Seriously, I’m fine.” You turn leaning against the sink and look at him.

“Yeah. I don’t buy that for a minute. Talk.” Freddie goes to stand up and you turn back around to dump the smoothie. He rounds the island and his hand catches yours. “What’s going on?” He places the glass on the counter and holds your hips.

“Dating you is not easy, you know?” You look up at him. He starts to smile.

“I’m sorry. I know it’s not. And saying I know isn’t enough for you.” He places his hand on your check and sweeps his thumb while staring deep into you eyes.

“Freddie, I knew what I was signing up for when we starting dating but sometimes it’s just...” he presses his lips onto yours.

“It’s a lot. I’m a lot and I’m so thankful for you each and every day even when I do dumb things like change up my training.” He grabs the smoothie and takes a sip.

“You don’t have to do that...” you reach for the glass.

“Yeah, I can start my new protocol tomorrow.” He shrugs his shoulders and keeps drinking.

#k’s blurbs #hockey prompt list #frederik andersen #ginger me 31

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laurenairay · 1 year ago

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Freddie Anderson as a Dad 🥺

ahhh I have many thoughts about my favourite fridge as a dad so here we go:

This big man as a dad? Sign me up. That's quite literally all I have as my first thought. I am here for Freddie as a dad.

I feel like Freddie would be lost the moment he holds his baby, tiny fingers clasping at one of his. Like the size difference alone is enough to send me, but add that to the idea of him making sure to be extra gentle and careful? My heart aches in the best way.

Maybe he still plays for a couple of years, trying to make that balance between travelling and home work, and maybe it mostly works out because he tries so hard (tough times, sure, but he’s putting in the effort along with you so it has to count for something)

And when he retires? He finds that perfect sweet spot that he’s been missing. Totally involved dad for sure.

Girl dad or boy dad? It doesn’t matter to him - he’s ready for princess tea parties and tutus and running around with a ball and doing all the things he loved as a kid, no matter the gender.

He’s patient and kind and sweet and protective, and god help his daughter or son’s first relationship. This big guy staring down a potential bf/gf with his arms folded over his chest, unimpressed look on his face? Would totally embarrass his kid but he's not budging from his overprotectiveness for anything.

Sure there are hits and misses, but he’s there – he shows up and he cares and he listens and he loves. What more could you ask for?

#my writing #headcanon prompts #frederik andersen headcanon #headcanon: being a dad

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leafs-lover · 3 years ago

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Please do “Take off your shirt” and “That’s wifey level shit." With Freddie Andersen 🥺🥺❤

Boyfriend!Freddie taken from this prompt list

“Oh shoot.”

“I was going to bring this.” Huffing, he grabs the dishtowel and brings it to the fabric in an attempt to wipe it clean.

Turning away from the salad bowl, setting down the dressing, you see Fred. He had been in charge of the dinner, but asked you to do the salad, saying everything else was under control. It was at first, his homemade meatballs filled the kitchen air wonderfully, then he had to do the pasta, garlic bread and sauce, and things got a little out of control. He either was too close to the pot, or had the temperature too high, as his once white sweater is covered with red splots.

“FRED!”

It wasn’t supposed to be so panicked, but you know if he smears that sauce it will never come out. “Take off your shirt.”

Grabbing the hem you start to pull it off his torso, when he reaches down to help, revealing his firm chest and chiseled abs. “You just want to see me naked,” he winks.

“I’ve already seen you naked,” you laugh. Heading right for the sink you turn the water on to warm and begin to dampen the sweater before applying some dish soap to the stain, trying to remove it before it can dry.

“Which is why you’re trying to get me naked again.”

Wrapping his arms around you, you drop the sweater in the sink, his lips are on your cheek, playfully peppering you with kisses. Giggling as his arms tighten, pulling you back into him, soft moans fall from your lips.

“Save that for after dinner,” you wiggle your way out of his grasp.

“We have plans after dinner though.”

“Is that so?” you ask. Reaching into the cupboard for cutlery, you begins setting the table as Fred returns to the stove, giving dinner one final stir.

“We have to pack.”

“We? Last I checked I wasn’t going to New York.”

“I can’t fold my clothes small enough, I need your help...and maybe you could also fold the rest of the laundry in the dryer,” he trails off, the end of the sentence barely audible, but you can see the boyish grin from across the kitchen.

“So you want me to do your laundry? That’s wifey level shit."

“Ohmygod,” you throw your head back with a laugh.

“You’re better at it than me,” he replies, with a wily wink, once again ignoring your teasing about a proposal. “Please babe, my fat fingers they –“

“I made dinner, and I’ll do all the dishes.” Sensing some hesitation, even though you clearly are going to help him after dinner, he continues. “We can even have some husband and wife fun after the dishes and laundry are done.”

“Why not before and after?” you raise an eyebrow.

“Anything for the future Mrs. Andersen.” With a kiss on the cheek and a soft pat on your but, he returns to the stove and begins plating your dinner.

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misshoneyimhome · 8 months ago

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Can you please whenever you can write Husband!Freddie with those prompts: “Can you help me with my tie?” / “Can you zip up my dress for me?” and Late night sex / Lazy morning sex? I love you writing and Huband Freddie A is a DREAMMMM 😍😍😍

Oh, thank you, babe! And absolutely ❤️ Freddie is truly a dream, and there's no better moment to honour his very existence than now 💓🥹

I wasn't entirely sure if you meant the trope husband!Freddie though, but considering the prompts, I thought it would be fitting for the occasion 😉 I hope you'll enjoy it!

Tropes & warnings; established relationship, Husband!Freddie, mention of pregnancy; Smut 18+, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex (p in v), fingering, more unprotected sex, cum inside;

Word count; 4.2K

Taglist; @couldawouldashoulda50 @findapenny @justwanderingbutneverlost

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“Can you help me with my tie?” I Freddie Andersen 🖋️⚡️🌺

"FREDDIE! FREDDIE! FREDDIE!"

As the shouts of his name echoed from the tv speakers, a surge of pride and excitement washed over you. Each chant seemed to carry the weight of the entire arena, as if the smaller group of fans' enthusiasm propelled the Carolina Hurricanes to victory all on its own. With heavy breaths, you watched as your husband battled fiercely against the formidable Florida Panthers in game five of the playoffs. Where eventually they managed to triumph with a 4-2 victory on enemy turf - and it wasn't just any win; it was a step continuing into the second round of the playoffs.

Even from the comfort of your living room sofa, you could feel the electric yet chaotic atmosphere of the Amerant Bank arena. The energy of the crowd seemed to seep through the screen, mingling with the adrenaline coursing through Freddie's veins on the ice. And as the final buzzer sounded, signalling the Hurricanes' win, you couldn't help but smile. Pride swelled within you as you pictured Freddie's jubilant expression amid the post-game celebrations. And despite the late hour, you did your best to stay awake, eager to welcome him home and share in his joy.

However, as the high slowly wore off, weariness started to pull at your eyelids as you relaxed on the sofa, the softness of the cushions tempting you into a sleepy state. You battled against the urge to give in to slumber, holding on to the excitement of Freddie's homecoming. Yet, as the post-game interviews flashed across the screen, you had to give in.

Frederik Andersen was perhaps everything you could have ever wished for in a husband. From the moment he set foot in Raleigh, his presence seemed to enchant you, gradually entwining itself into the very fabric of your heart. Despite the initial uncertainty and the winding path it took for both of you to acknowledge your feelings, the bond that flourished between you surpassed all expectations.

During the early months of your friendship, you found yourself spellbound by Freddie’s calm demeanour and mysterious aura. There was an irresistible allure to the serious gaze and the steadfast focus he brought to every aspect of his life.

Yet, while the spark of attraction ignited within you almost instantly, it took time for Frederik to realise the depth of his own feelings. So, for months you simply circled each other, navigating the delicate balance of friendship. Yet, amidst the uncertainty, there were subtle hints of mutual affection that lingered in the air – fleeting glances, lingering touches, and unspoken gestures that spoke volumes.

And it was a moment of bravery, spurred by a surge of confidence, that pushed you to take the first step. With trembling hands and a racing heart, you gathered the courage to invite Freddie for a coffee, hoping to bridge the gap between friendship and something more. Though initially completely oblivious of your intentions, a nudge from Jarvy had Freddie realise the true nature of your invitation.

So, in a whirlwind of emotions, the unspoken desires that had hovered between you finally came to life. Confessions were shared, hearts laid bare, and in that moment, the invisible bonds that connected you tightened into an unbreakable tie, each day drawing you closer together.

And just two years flew by in a blur of happiness and contentment, until one unforgettable day when Freddie took your hand and asked for your forever.

Upon entering the cosy warmth of home, Freddie was greeted by the soft buzz of the TV and its gentle glow casting shadows across the room, before his weary eyes spotted you sprawled on the roomy sofa, wearing nothing but his favourite number 31 jersey. And he couldn’t suppress a smile spreading across his face as he approached, feeling a rush of affection seeing you peacefully asleep.

Though tempted to wake you and celebrate tonight’s win together, Freddie resisted, knowing you deserved undisturbed rest after supporting him through the highs and lows of the season.

Yet, as he roamed the familiar corners of your home, he couldn't resist pulling you into his arms, embracing your smaller frame as you stirred from sleep.

"Freddie," your voice, thick with sleep, reached his ears as you blinked awake, greeted by your husband leaning over you.

"Hello, skat," he murmured softly, a gentle smile on his lips as he met your gaze. "Didn't mean to wake you... I just wanted to take you to bed."

"Mmm," you hummed, letting him effortlessly lift you from the sofa, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck. His warmth enveloped you, a sense of safety washing over you as he held you close.

"You can always wake me up, Freddie," you whispered softly, planting a tender kiss on his lips, a shy smile gracing your face.

"I know, but it's late... so let's head to bed," he simply replied, slowly carrying you up the stairs to your shared bedroom. Then carefully, he settled you onto the mattress, his movements gentle as his gaze lingered on you, tucking you in snugly.

Yet, you couldn’t help but smile as your eyes followed his towering figure moving around the bed, slowly peeling off his shirt. And you had to bite your lower lip, as you admired his fair chest in the subdued room lighting.

With every motion, you felt your heart rate gradually increasing as he discarded more clothing, and suddenly, you felt anything but tired, especially with your handsome husband now only in his boxers. You were irresistibly drawn to him, your mouth watering and your eyes glinting with desire. Even though he’d only been away for a few days, it felt like a long deprivation, and he was the first feast on the menu.

So, as he joined you on the bed, you eagerly leaned in and pulled him into a fervent kiss.

Freddie chuckled softly during the kiss at your sudden change in demeanour, pulling back slightly to offer you a wry smile, making an effort to keep his composure.

“Min skat, it’s late… and you’re tired…” he whispered softly, his thumb gently caressing your lower lip.

You took a deep breath, meeting his gaze with a flirtatious look, as your eyes were brimming with nothing but desire for your partner. “Not anymore…” you murmured, shaking your head gently.

Time didn’t matter now. Your husband was back home, his team had progressed to the second round of the playoffs, and he’d performed brilliantly. Nedless to say, he deserved nothing less than to be honoured.

So, instead of giving in to sleep, you leaned in for another kiss. And this time, it was more passionate and intense than before. Your hand cupped his bearded cheek as you drew closer, your tongue pressing against his lips, seeking entrance, which he eagerly granted.

It was no secret that Freddie had missed your touch as well. With his focus on the playoffs and his commitment to training, sex hadn’t exactly been a priority in recent weeks. So, when the opportunity for intimate celebration presented itself, he wasn’t about to refuse.

Then as your fingers tangled in his ginger locks, pulling him nearer, he instinctively intensified the kiss, deepening it further, creating friction as your saliva mingled and your tongues engaged in a sensual dance.

He craved you so badly. And with each passing moment, the kiss grew messier and more fervent, his heartbeat quickening and blood rushing to his groin. To him, you were exquisite. Your body seemed perfectly crafted for his, and he found himself unable to resist once your skin met his. You were his weakness. Under your touch, he, a goaltender, would lose all his focus and control.

The room seemed to ignite with heat as your hands began to explore each other. With newfound vigour, you took the lead and positioned yourself to straddle Freddie – though it took some effort due to his broad hips. Tonight, however, you didn’t mind. As you settled with a knee on either side of him, he leaned back slightly, your lips still locked as his hands found your buttocks.

And it didn’t take long before you felt his slowly growing hardness pressing against your core, only the fabric of your underwear and his boxers standing in the way.

Then with slow, sensual movements, you moved your lips away from his, trailing down his bearded jawline, descending to his strong neck, across his exposed throat as he tilted his head back slightly. And continuing southward, you tenderly traced his collarbone, alternating between kisses and gentle nips with your teeth, before moving down his chest, and continuing your descent, your mouth lingering on his skin.

With each kiss, each delicate nip, Freddie’s breathing became more erratic as he watched you through his lashes, feeling himself growing harder with each touch.

And finally, you slowly inched your way past his belly button, and reached the waistband of his boxers.

“Mmm, skat, you don’t have to…” Freddie muttered, his breath catching as he knew your intentions. However, his protest fell on deaf ears, even to himself. He yearned for your touch, and the prospect of your mouth on him was nothing short of a fantasy.

So, as you simply smirked up at him, slipping your fingers under the elastic band of his boxers and pulling them down to release his hardened shaft, he swallowed hard in anticipation. Freddie offered some assistance, kicking off his boxers, then you took hold of his length, stroking it gently before leaning in and sensually licking from bottom to top.

“Oh, yes… fuck…”

You couldn’t help but smirk as you noticed his eyes blink a few times, waiting for your next move. Yet tonight wasn’t about teasing. Tonight was about giving your husband what he’d earned. So, without hesitation, you wrapped your lips around his tip, coating it with saliva before slowly taking more of him into your mouth, his hand finding your hair swiftly, as he guided you.

Freddie was rather large, no doubt about that. So, he never quite fit completely inside your mouth. However, as you took him further down your throat, gently moving your head up and down in sensual motions, you used a hand to cover the rest of his length. Giving head to your well-endowed ginger husband wasn’t the easiest task, but you couldn’t help but feel satisfaction as you heard his moans growing louder and more uncontrolled with each motion.

And as you maintained a steady rhythm with your warm mouth around his sensitive cock, Freddie felt himself slowly approaching a deeply desired climax. Which you sensed it as his fingers lightly tugged on your locks.

“Mmm, yes, it feels so good, baby… love your mouth…”

His words mixed with deep breaths and husky moans made your core pool. And though you wanted nothing more than to finish him off then and there, you also longed to feel him inside you.

So, when sensing his thigh muscles tense beneath you, you slowly released his member from your mouth, gasping for air as your eyes locked with his. There was no need for words; Freddie understood your next move instinctively.

Moving away from his body with gentle grace, you discarded your own underwear, leaving on the jersey before returning to straddle his broad hips, where his hands naturally found your hips for support once more. Then with delicate movements, you let your folds glide against his hard cock, teasing your clit as you steadied your hands on his chest.

Driven by mutual desire, you then guided the tip of Freddie’s cock to your entrance and, almost effortlessly, sank down onto him, allowing him to fill you up completely.

“Oh, Freddie,” you moaned as he stretched you. Despite being accustomed to his size over time, your body surrendered to the desperate need for him, melting into him almost instantly. And upon regaining control of your breaths, you began to move your hips slowly, allowing his shaft to glide in and out of your slick core.

Freddie too was overwhelmed by the incredible sensations as your tightness enveloped him, knowing he wouldn’t last long tonight. You felt utterly amazing, pressing your hands against his chest to establish a steady rhythm, your harmonious moans filling the room as the heat between you intensified.

You had missed the sensation of Freddie’s body against yours. And as he sat up, his lips crashing onto yours in a hungry kiss, his hands slipped under the jersey and swiftly discarded it across the room before returning to the kiss.

You kept your hips in motion, gradually increasing the pace as your fingers once again found his fiery hair, pulling him closer into the passionate kiss. And breathing was almost forgotten amidst the kisses, as you briefly pulled apart to catch your breath before diving back into a fervent embrace.

It was hot. Feeling his chest against your breasts, you rode him with all the energy you could muster, his thumb finding your clit to gently circle. The pleasure was intense, your orgasm building as you pressed against him, while his thick member stimulated your walls and teased your sensitive spot inside. It was almost too much. Overwhelmed, your mind clouded, and your lungs begged for air.

And Freddie sensed your urgency as his finger worked its magic, his hips instinctively meeting yours in rhythm. And it wasn’t long before you reached the brink of orgasm, your hips moving rapidly against his finger as the climax washed over you, causing you to arch your back, close your eyes, and release a loud cry of pleasure, with his name slipping off your lips.

It was the high you’d been craving for days, if not weeks. And finally, you reached it.

Then slowly calming from your high, you took deep breaths before reconnecting your lips in a tender kiss. However, when you pulled apart again, Freddie changed position. Sensing his own climax approaching, he leaned forward and pushed you down into the mattress, hovering over you in missionary, before setting his own pace.

His motions were as desperate as yours had been, and though he tried to keep it romantic with soft kisses, it quickly grew too intense and rapid. Covered in sweat, your bodies moved together as he thrusted into you, his cock buried deep as he pounded harder and faster.

Your moans filled the room as pleasure coursed through your body once more, while your fingers dug into his shoulders as he overstimulated you with every pound.

“Oh, fuck…” Freddie grunted deeply, signalling his imminent release.

And with a few more forceful thrusts, he propelled himself over the edge, emptying himself as he filled you up with his release, reaching climax.

Both of you needed a moment to come back down to earth, ensnared in a blissful haze as you caught your breath. And when you finally managed to breathe again, you flashed him a satisfied smile.

“Congratulations on the amazing win, Freddie,” you chuckled lightly, still a little breathless, and your husband couldn’t help but chuckle as well, feeling the exhilaration from the incredible intimacy you’d shared.

As morning crept in, you felt Freddie's body close to yours, the sunlight trickling in through the curtains.

The tingling sensation from the events of the night still lingered, yet a new desire stirred within you as you sensed Freddie's morning wood against your lower back, snug in his boxers. And a smile naturally spread across your face, while wrapped in his sturdy arms, you slowly awakened, turning in his embrace to meet his peaceful expression.

With gentle caresses, you traced the contours of his handsome face, adorned with ginger freckles, as he too gradually roused from sleep.

"Morning," his deep, husky voice murmured, his eyes still closed.

"Morning, baby. How did you sleep?" Your voice matched his in softness and crispiness.

"Mmm, slept like a log, min skat," he replied softly. "With you by my side and after last night, I couldn't ask for more..."

A light chuckle escaped you, and a mischievous urge to tease suddenly took hold.

"Wait, what went down last night?" you playfully quizzed, causing Freddie to open his eyes and raise an eyebrow.

"Oh, so you've forgotten?" he teased back.

"Hmm... maybe," you replied, feigning innocence.

"Well then," Freddie leaned over you, enveloping you completely with his larger frame, his face hovering close to yours. "I guess I'll have to remind you then..." he said with a seductive tone.

It was the epitome of a lazy morning kiss—half sleepy, half passionate, as your lips moved languidly, yet the desire between you both was palpable.

Your fingers eagerly tangled in Freddie's hair as the kiss intensified, and soon, any remaining barriers of clothing between your bodies were discarded.

In the gentle morning light, Freddie's skin seemed to glow as he explored your mouth with his own, his hardness evident and eager to be satisfied once more. Yet he took his time, savouring the sensation of your skin against his, allowing your mouths to move in perfect harmony as you delved deeper into the sensuality of the moment.

Then, with a gentle shift, Freddie slid his right leg between yours, his thigh making contact with your core, instantly revealing your moist readiness for him.

"Mmm, fuck, skat," he murmured against your lips, echoing your moans as you felt his strong muscles against your sensitive flesh. “So wet already…”

A smirk played on your lips as you couldn't deny the craving for more. Despite both of you feeling a bit weary from staying up late due to Freddie's late return after the game, you found yourself getting turned on by the early morning touches.

And adjusting his leg, Freddie then slid his arm between your bodies, his middle finger delving into your heat while he kept his lips locked with yours.

"Mmm, Freddie," you moaned as he alternated between teasing your entrance and circling your sensitive clit. And then a louder gasp, mixed with a moan, escaped you as he effortlessly slid two fingers inside.

With gentle strokes, he massaged your inner walls, ensuring to prepare you with care for what was to come. Though the goal wasn't to bring you to climax yet, the sensation of his thick digits stirred pleasurable feelings within you.

And as you tilted your head back against the pillow and watched him through your lower lashes, soft moans escaped your lips. Then Freddie gently withdrew his fingers, lining up his erect member instead, and with deliberate slowness, he pushed himself inside you.

It was a lazy rhythm as he then gently rocked his hips, while exchanging sloppy kisses. Your hands roamed from his hair to his shoulders, then to his neck, pulling him closer.

It was a moment of pure romance, not as eager and fiery as the night before. This was simply two bodies connecting in a slow, steady pace, each stimulating the other towards pleasure. Amidst tender kisses, soft moans escaped you both, indicating the gradual ascent towards climax.

The room felt stiflingly warm, sweat glistening on your bodies as you moved together, intensified by the sunlight streaming in. And it only urged you to hasten towards release. Slowly, Freddie increased his rhythm, his hips pressing a little harder against you as he thrust in and out, propelling you closer to the edge.

Your breaths grew heavier with each internal caress, your mind enveloped in a blissful haze with every motion. "Yes, Freddie... I'm getting close... I'm - I'm going to come," you whispered amidst your moans.

And that only spurred Freddie on even more, his movements becoming quicker. Sensing the tightening grip of your walls around him, he drove himself harder and faster, his fingers gripping the sheets beneath you as you tugged on his hair, your faces pressed close, sharing deep breaths.

Then with a final flurry of rapid thrusts, Freddie brought you to the pinnacle of pleasure. With a loud cry, you squeezed your eyes shut and moaned out his name, the intensity overwhelming your senses as ecstasy consumed your mind. And as your muscles tightened around his sensitive member, it triggered his own release, letting out a deep grunt, as Freddie spilled his seed into your depths, the sensation washing over him.

While the climaxes may not have matched the intensity of the night before, they were still nothing short of amazing. And as you both gasped for air in the aftermath, smiles adorned your faces as you exchanged tender kisses. Freddie then gently disentangled himself from you and suggested a shower to properly wake up and prepare for the day, though the only plans involved lounging on the sofa with a bad movie.

About two months had passed since the fifth game of the playoffs, and now you found yourself bustling around your home, preparing for a significant event; the wedding of some of your closest friends.

Although the Canes had put on a stellar performance, their journey unfortunately came to an end when the Tampa Bay Lightning emerged victorious during the fourth game of the Eastern Conference Final. Freddie, naturally, was devastated, having poured his heart and soul into every moment on the ice, but it just hadn’t been enough.

However, today wasn't about hockey. It was about witnessing two people pledge their love in front of their loved ones—a day filled with joy and romance.

The only worry weighing on your mind was that you hadn't been feeling quite right in the past few weeks, causing Freddie to fret.

"Skat, are you sure you're up for going to a wedding? I don't want you to go if you feel sick..." he expressed his concern while putting on his shirt.

"Freddie, honey, I'm fine, I promise!" You did your best to reassure him with a sweet smile.

"I just don't want you to feel like you have to go... I can go alone," he persisted.

However, there was no need for concern. Just two days ago, you had discovered the reason behind your recent unease, despite not being ill. Yet you hadn't found the right moment to share the news with Freddie, especially since it wasn't exactly part of the plans, he had envisioned for the two of you, particularly with your upcoming trip to Italy.

"Fred... I'm really okay," you reassured him, offering another smile. "But I promise, if I start feeling unwell, I'll let you know."

Freddie was always attentive when it came to your health, but he also knew he had to trust your word as you stood before him in nothing but your undergarments, flashing him a reassuring smile.

So, with a sigh, he nodded in agreement. "Alright... but can you help me with my tie then?"

And of course, you could. Despite knowing that Freddie was more than capable of tying his own tie, considering he wore suits several days a week during the season, it was a task he knew you enjoyed assisting him with. You had even practiced a few more creative knots than just the classic, just for fun.

As you stood there in the middle of the room, with only the soft hum of the outside world, you couldn't help but smile as you savoured the calm moment with the man you loved with all your heart, your husband and soulmate. Then turning to take hold of your dress and gently slipped it on, you decided it was about time to tell him the reason behind your recent behaviour.

Standing in front of the mirror, your eyes meeting Freddie's reflection behind you, you voiced your thoughts sweetly. "Can you zip up my dress for me?" you asked, another soft smile gracing your lips.

"Of course, min skat," Freddie simply replied, coming to stand behind you, his hands finding the zipper, and delicately guiding the fabric to envelop your figure. "Hmm, it's a nice dress, baby—haven't seen you wear this in a while..." he murmured, admiring how it beautifully hugged your body.

"Well..." you began softly. "I just wanted to wear it one more time before... before it won't fit me anymore."

Your eyes searched for Freddie's in the mirror.

"What do you mean?" he inquired softly, but then he noticed your hand resting on your lower abdomen, his eyes widening, and his mouth forming an 'o'. "Wait... babe, are you... I mean, are we?" he stuttered under his breath, a soft smile slowly spreading across his lips.

Turning around to face him, you looked up with a gentle smile and nodded. "Yes, Freddie... I'm pregnant..."

There was a brief moment of anticipation as you awaited his reaction, but it didn't take long before Freddie's eyes lit up like Christmas lights.

"We're going to have a baby!" he exclaimed loudly with pure joy, wrapping his strong arms around your body and lifting you into the air in sheer happiness. And you couldn't help but chuckle as he held you close, your eyes locking in a gaze as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Laughter and happiness filled the air as you both shared the news of the new chapter that was to form your lives together. And as you shared a tender kiss, with Freddie still holding you, there was nothing else to say but, "I love you so much, Frederik Andersen."

"I love you too, min skat."

#my asks #18+ smut #frederik andersen smut #frederik andersen imagines #carolina hurricanes imagine #nhl hockey smut #freddie x reader #freddie andersen imagine

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ilyasorokinn · 1 year ago

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misc. masterlist, part one (eastern conference)

this masterlist is basically just blurbs, and maybe some fics, that i'm not proud of (but don't want to delete) or players i no longer write for. just because they are on this list doesn't mean i don't write for them. this list will probably grow as time goes on, i don't know.

key: name = do write for currently name = no longer write for * = from a prompt list

boston bruins,

✷ she's all that (johnny beecher) - johnny takes a bet that he can turn y/n into the next prom queen.

✷ johnny, the hero (johnny beecher) - johnny steps in whena a jerk starts bothering y/n.

✷ starbucks order (trent frederic) - while grocery shopping for y/n, trent gets distracted and stops at starbucks. *

✷ avengers campus (trent frederic) - y/n and trent visit disneyland's avengers campus for the first time.

buffalo sabres,

✷ us against the world (dylan cozens) - y/n and dylan promise each other forever. *

✷ just friends (rasmus dahlin) - rasmus' parents come over to y/n's apartment for dinner, and after dinner wonder if their son and his best friend are just friends. *

✷ selling fruit (tyson jost) - y/n and tyson are on vacation in Hawaii, and she tells him she never wants to leave. *

✷ hatty (owen power) - after his monumental hat trick, the first person owen calls if his girlfriend, y/n.

✷ ugly nightmares (owen power) - y/n suffers from bad nightmares, so she calls owen, who's away at world juniors.

✷ best surprise ever (owen power) - after the olympics, owen surprises y/n by coming home a few days early.

✷ yes he did (owen power) owen defends his partner after an annoying jerk starts bothering them.

✷ really don't care (owen power) - y/n is kent's sister, and dating owen, but owen really wants to hold off telling his best friend.

✷ come into some money (owen power) - owen's recently come into some more money.

carolina hurricanes,

✷ comforting hugs (frederik andersen) - y/n's mom comes back after 10 years of not communicating to invite y/n to her wedding. when things don't go the best, freddie is there to comfort her. *

✷ sore throats and stuffy heads (frederik andersen) - when y/n gets sick, freddie takes on the role as the doting boyfriend, and takes care of her. *

✷ don't feel pressured (jack drury) - jack professes his love for y/n and reassures her not to feel pressured to say it back. *

✷ sour (jesperi kotkaniemi) - y/n takes jesperi to olivia's rodrigo's "sour" concert. *

✷ the best (andrei svechnikov) - andrei always says the best things and knows how to calm y/n down. *

✷ alex karev (andrei svechnikov) - andrei comes home to quite a surprise. *

✷ teuvo teravainen's skating school (teuvo teravainen) - y/n has no idea how to skate, so teuvo has to teach her. *

columbus blue jackets,

✷ bagel day (nick blankenburg) - y/n had the worst day, but somehow, every time nick's with her, he managed to make it better.

✷ how to treat them right (nick blankenburg) - nick teaches y/n's younger brother how to treat his future partner right.

✷ frankie "cali dog" y/l/n-blankenburg (nick blankenburg) - y/n and nick's dog gets to experience the joy of a beach for the first time.

✷ no one else (adam boqvist) - adam and y/n fight a lot, but know that they'd never want to spend their lives with anyone but each other. *

✷ delilah's pretty owner (kent johnson) - y/n has a dog named delilah, and while on a walk, y/n runs in to kent.

✷ christmas in february (kent johnson) - instead of going out for date night, y/n and kent decide to stay in and watch chrismtas movies in february.

✷ bad game (kent johnson) - after a hard game, and an even harder loss, kent takes care of y/n.

detroit red wings,

✷ jt "hero" compher (jt compher) - after a bad day, jt makes it his mission to make y/n's day better. *

✷ scones? (jt compher) - y/n finally meets the compher family.

✷ two of each (jt compher) - whenever jt buys something for his girls, he has to buy two of each.

✷ bruiser seider (mortiz seider) - y/n goes on a podcast, and talks about her relationship with moritz, and their new dog, bruiser.

florida panthers,

✷ first date (mackie samoskevich) - y/n and mackie's first date.

✷ worst idea every (mackie samoskevich) - y/n's on her period, and decides to watch the saddest episode of criminal minds in the world.

✷ please don't leave me (matthew tkachuk) - y/n has an emergency while matthew's on the ice.

✷ birthday celebration (matthew tkachuk) - matthew, with the help of his kids and family, surprises y/n on her birthday.

✷ nightmares (matthew tkachuk) - y/n has a nightmare, and matthew comforts her. *

✷ matthew "simp" tkachuk (matthew tkachuk) - matthew's a simp for his girl. *

✷ like you more than a friend (matthew tkachuk) - matthew admits, to his friend, that he likes her more than a friend. *

montreal canadiens,

✷ cold glass of water (josh anderson) - y/n has a nightmare, and josh is there to comfort her with a cold glass of water. *

✷ two heartbeats (josh anderson) - y/n finds out she's pregnant, but wait, there's more.

new jersey devils,

✷ dance recital (nico hischier) - y/n is a dancer, and nico, being the supportive boyfriend, is always there to show his support.

✷ meeting the family (nico hischier) - nico brings y/n home to meet his family.

✷ you and me (nico hischier) - the only thing that mattered in that moment was nico and y/n. *

✷ take a breath (luke hughes) - after working hard all day, luke forces y/n to take a break from studying. *

✷ not much of a partier (luke hughes) - y/n and luke get invited. toa party, but y/n, ever the introvert, decides to stay in. luke stays with her.

✷ someone missing (luke hughes) - y/n and luke broke up just weeks before the draft, and as that day grew nearer, he couldn't help but feel like someone was missing.

✷ lukey (luke hughes) - lukes hates being called lukey by everyone except y/n.

✷ green monster (luke hughes) - luke spends the entire night jealous.

✷ no talk, just cuddle (luke hughes) - y/n's there for luke after the loss.

✷ spontaneous trips (dawson mercer) - y/n and dawson go on a random road trip.

new york islanders,

✷ a quarantine love story (mat barzal) - y/n and mat are best friends, and during quarantine, real feelings are finally admitted.

✷ by your side (mat barzal) - mat promises to stay by y/n's side when she gets morning sickness. *

✷ too young (mat barzal) - the only thing mat and y/n hear are "you're too young to be married" but they don't care. *

✷ no muffins for you (mat barzal) - mat comes home after a day with the guys to y/n baking muffins. *

✷ cucumber sandwiches (mat barzal) - y/n and mat take their kids on a picnic.

✷ #1 supporter (mat barzal) - at the first game of the series, y/n is there to support mat.

✷ tourists for a day (ilya sorokin) - ilya and y/n become new york city tourists for the day.

✷ rainy new years (ilya sorokin) - instead of going out for new year, you and ilya chose to stay in. *

✷ a letter (oliver wahlstrom) - y/n wrote oliver a letter and slipped it into his bag before he left for his first roadie. he now carries that letter with him everywhere.

✷ big test (oliver wahlstrom) - y/n has a big test coming up, but oliver steps up, and helps her take a step back.

new york rangers,

✷ first kiss (kaapo kakko) - kappo is a bit old fashioned, and hasn't kissed you, so you take initiative. *

✷ braids (braden schneider) - y/n and braden are having a night in, and braden finally admits he can braid hair. *

philadelphia flyers,

✷ matching tattoos (jamie drysdale) - y/n got a tattoo when she turned 18, and jamie loved it. so, he decided to surprise her with a matching tattoo.

✷ paris (joel farabee) - joel plans a secret trip to paris for y/n. *

✷ momma's home (joel farbee) - kit, y/n and joe;s dog, missed his mom. *

✷ not even seven o'clock (morgan frost) - garett frost wakes up his parents early in the morning, excited to open christmas presents. *

pittsburgh penguins,

✷ wired autocomplete interview (sidney crosby) - y/n and sidney do a wired autocomplete interview.

✷ the story of you and i (sidney crosby) - y/n goes on a talk show, and talks about her's and sidney's relationship.

✷ the story of you, me, and her (sidney crosby) - a collection of moments, shared by the crosby family. from sidney's first movie premiere to your daughter's first day of school.

✷ five years (sidney crosby) - it's y/n and sidney's wedding anniversary. *

✷ same feeling (sidney crosby) - sidney always get the feeling when he sees his wife walk into the room. *

✷ cold (sidney crosby) - y/n has a cold, and sidney takes charge and takes care of her.

✷ be spontaneous, be you (sidney crosby) - y/n and sidney are total opposites, but after three years, things must aren't the same as they were. *

✷ breaking the stereotypes (sidney crosby) - y/n is sick and tired of waiting for sidney to propose. so, she decides to take charge. *

✷ behind the tattoo (ryan graves) - ryan, ever the curious guy, asks y/n all about her different tattoos.

tampa bay lightning,

✷ insecurities (phil myers) - y/n gets in her head sometimes with all the media, so phil surprises her with a nice homemade dinner. *

toronto maple leafs,

✷ run away (william nylander) - y/n and william talk about running away from home. *

✷ bet (william nylander) - william and y/n make a bet while watching the world juniors. *

✷ mama (morgan rielly) - morgan is trying to get his daughter to say dad, but sh keeps saying mama.

#taylor's masterlists #nhl #hockey

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holidaywishes · 4 years ago

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I don't get you...

Requested: 👍

Summary/Request: Can I request just some like filthy smut with Fred? Maybe sugar daddy Freddie? But like there’s actual feelings involved and maybe the reader flirts with Auston and it makes him jealous then he tells them he loves them then fucks the living daylights out of them...or something along those lines

Warning: smut as per request, some angst, a little bit of fluff

Author’s Note: So, anon, I'm not sure this is exactly what you wanted. I went through a lot as I was writing this, so that's part of the reason why it took forever to get this out. But yeah, it started out as something short and filthy and then moved to something exceptionally long and fluffy and I nearly forgot that I was supposed to be writing smut. Also, I'm really in a ✨summer vibes✨ kind of mood lately and I really want to go to the beach but because I can’t until the borders open, I guess I’ll write about it. Hope this can give everyone a bit of a reprieve from everything for a little bit! Stay Golden, loves! <3

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Freddie’s P.O.V

You never expected her to agree to the arrangement, you didn’t think she was the type, but you weren’t looking for a relationship at the time. She told you she’d never had a sugar daddy before but she was happy to try it out

“I’ve met people who’ve done it and they seem to be really happy,” she said

“Well, yeah, I would think they would be,” you joked, “a little bit of money for a little bit of pleasure...”

“That makes it sound like prostitution” she giggled and you nodded

“It’s not, I didn’t mean it like that...”

“I mean, it’s not far off, I suppose”

“But you’re okay with it?”

“I’m okay with it, but I’m curious,” she asked, “if you’re willing to spend money on me and fly me places and do literally everything a partner does... why not actually be partners?”

“I just think we’re better off doing this”

“I know,” she added, “but why?”

“My life... is a lot for a relationship. I don’t want to put anyone in a position where the fans or the media can tear them down”

“But you like me enough to do all the same stuff?”

“Yeah, just... as a secret” you admitted shyly

“Alright” she finally said, leaning in to plant a kiss on your cheek before your hands latched onto her sides to pull her closer and station her on your lap. “I have to go...” she whined and you groaned in response

“But you don’t” you laughed

“I have to do a presentation tomorrow that I have to work on”

“Skip it,” you mumbled, “you know that you don’t have to work”

“I still like to work”

“Just stay a little bit longer” you urged, kissing her neck and squeezing her hips tighter

“Freddie...” she moaned before you picked her up and carried her to your bedroom, dropping her onto the big mattress. She giggled as she bit her lip, waiting for you to lay your body against hers, “come here.”

The arrangement was simple. He wanted a warm body just not a relationship. You were in debt up to your eyeballs but you still had very, very expensive tastes and Freddie was all too eager to get you whatever you wanted. There was never any real talk about never developing feelings or what would happen if either of you eventually did but his lips fit so perfectly with yours and your bodies knew instinctively what to do for each other and the way his fingertips grazed the sensitive skin on the sides of your neck made your vision blurry and you weren’t sure how long you could keep this... simple. You were able to work enough that you were chipping away at your debt while Freddie indulged in your materialistic cravings. His gifts were relatively tame so far. Some jewellery, a few designer handbags, some very expensive lingerie, a pair of vintage Chanel stilettos that you almost never wore and when you asked why he didn’t get you Louboutin’s, he smirked and said ‘that’s what every other guy gets his girl. You deserve better than that.’ He really did know just how to say the right thing to make you feel important to him without fully taking that next step but when he started to offer bigger gifts, things started to feel different

“You can’t buy me a car!”

“Why not?”

“I barely drive!”

“Okay, what about a house?”

“I’m sorry what?”

“A house. I mean, not like a mansion but an apartment or like a cottage. By the lake...”

“That’s too much” you scoffed, fluttering around your kitchen putting away dishes and wiping off the counter before your roommate could complain that the house was a mess

“You shouldn’t have roommates. Not if you’re with me” he replied and you furrowed your brow before leaning on the cold granite of the counter

“But I’m not with you...” you corrected, “not like that. How am I supposed to explain to people how I suddenly have enough money to have a cottage by the lake when I’m still paying off student loans and credit card debts?”

“Tell them it was a super great deal!”

“Because they’ll definitely believe that” you sighed, walking over to him and pecking his cheek before he followed you to the couch

“Then say it was a gift”

“From who? Who would gift something like that to someone? Am I supposed to tell people that you’re my sugar daddy now?” you teased

“You could say you won the lottery,” he suggested but you ignored it, instead turning toward the TV and switching it on, “I mean that happens right?”

“Freddie... it’s sweet but it’s way too much” you repeated softly and he dropped it

“Come hang out with me this summer. I have a place right on the water, it’s beautiful there”

“Where?” you asked curiously

“Muskoka”

“You wanna take me to Muskoka?”

“It’s romantic there,” he added, creeping over to kiss your shoulder before his body hovered over yours and his lips slowly connected with yours, “and it’s private, too. We don’t have to worry about people interrupting us”

“People don’t interrupt us he--”

“(Y/N)!” your roommate yelled, interrupting your moment with Freddie and completely destroying your words even before she came down the stairs, Freddie putting as much space in between the two of you as to not give anything away. “Hey, where is.. oh sorry, I didn’t realize we had company”

“Stacey, this is Freddie,” you smiled awkwardly, hoping your face wasn’t too flushed, “Freddie, this is my roommate, Stacey.”

“Nice to meet you” Freddie greeted politely

“Yeah, you too” Stacey replied, almost suspiciously and you scoffed

“So what were you looking for?”

“Huh?” she was clearly lost in thought now, “oh right! That big bag of sunscreen, where did it go? I thought it was in the closet in the bathroom but I didn’t see it. Did you move it?”

“I did,” you admitted, smiling as you stood up, walking to the bathroom upstairs to show her, “it was just taking up so much space so I took them out of the bag and put them under the sink separately”

“Ahh, okay. Thanks”

“No problem,” you said, turning to walk downstairs

“Wait!” she exclaimed, stopping you, “who is that?”

“Freddie?”

“Yeah, I mean... are you two dating? Why have I never met him before?” she rambled before her eyes went wide and panic rushed through your chest, “is this a first date?” you exhaled in relief, laughing in response

“No, it’s not a date. First or otherwise. He’s just a friend, I met him at a work party last year”

“Oh, right...” you could tell she didn’t believe you but you weren’t going to try to argue, fearing if you did that you might let the truth slip. She finally let you head back downstairs but before you reached the bottom, your phone chimed

“Had to go” Freddie’s text read and you sighed before dropping your head

“You didn’t have to...” you replied

“I did but the offer still stands. You, me, the lake, Muskoka. Come”

“I’ll think about it.”

Freddie’s P.O.V

After weeks of constant begging, (Y/N) agreed to go to the cottage with you over the summer and it was perfect. You almost never left the bedroom and when you did, it was to take a drive into the city to get a few groceries and then you’d lock yourself back in the house, drawing the curtains to block out the light. After that, she asked to go back the next summer and you were more than happy to oblige

“You liked it huh?” you teased as the two of you lay in bed

“I had a lot of fun,” she smirked, lifting your hand up so she could trace her finger along your palm mindlessly, “pretending like the world didn’t exist”

“You sure you don’t want me to just.. get you your own?”

“No,” she scoffed, “I like yours. As yours, don’t think about giving it to me”

“Fine” you laughed at her figuring you out before you could even get your suggestion out.

“Fine” she mocked, rolling over to kiss your cheek and lay on your chest, tracing her fingers across your skin

“God you’re beautiful” you exhaled as you brushed her hair away from her face

“YO ‘ZILLA!” you heard Auston yell as he crashed through your front door

“Shit!” you panicked

“What is he doing here?” she asked in a hushed voice

“I don’t know, I thought he was gonna be playing golf all afternoon”

“FREDDIE?” Auston yelled again

“Just get dressed, I’ll go talk to him”

“Okay” she laughed

“Yo, Tony, what are you doing here?”

“Hey!” He exclaimed, “I came to hang out with you... am I bothering you?”

“No of course not. I just thought you’d be at the course for most of the day...”

“Yeah.. it wasn’t all that exciting today. What have you—”

“So I think that Shelley was right!” (Y/N) yelled as she came down the stairs, interrupting Auston with some lie that you couldn’t even follow. “I think we did do an event down the street,” you smirked, watching her eye-line go past you and to Auston, “oh, hi...”

“Hi...” he hesitated

“I’m (Y/N)”

“Auston. It’s nice to meet you” he greeted and you watched as the two of them stared at each other

“Matts, (Y/N) is a friend of a friend and she wanted to see a vantage point... from upstairs”

“Not a vantage point. See, I work at an event planning company, I’m an intern but I help with a lot of events and one of them was an MLSE fundraiser and, Shelley, my friend that’s also Freddie’s friend,” she rambled and you had to stop yourself from laughing, “she said that Fred’s apartment was nearby but I didn’t believe it...”

“Right,” he smirked, “well, now you know right?”

“Right,” she smiled brightly, “but hey. I should go, I have stuff but thanks, Fred, for letting me look. It was nice to meet you, Auston.”

“Yeah.. nice to meet you, too. Maybe I’ll see you again?”

“Now now,” you intervened, “no flirting”

“Bye Freddie” she chuckled before walking out the door.

“She’s cute,” Auston said to you and you could sense that he was trying to get more information, “young for you though huh?”

“We’re not dating” you tried

“So she really was just here to scope out the view?” he teased

“I guess so” you tried, making your way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water

“You wouldn’t mind, then, if I asked her out?” he asked, forcing you to sigh at his incessant attempts not to drop the subject

“No, go for it...”

“I will” he smirked and that was the end of the conversation. You found out a few days later that he had actually asked (Y/N) out for dinner but she told him she had to think about it

“What am I supposed to say, Freddie?” she asked, following you around your apartment, her annoyance apparent as she waited for an answer

“You should say yes” you replied

“Is that what you want?”

“I mean you said it yourself, we’re not together. We’re not dating, we just sleep together every once in a while and I buy you stuff. I don’t care who you date...”

“It’s not tha..” she stammered, shaking her head hastily, “it’s a little more complicated than just me dating someone else. This isn’t just some guy you’ve never met before who wants to take me out on a date. This is your teammate, your friend. He has a key to your apartment. You watch his dog... so it’s not as simple as what you think it is”

“I’m fine with it. We’ll still do what we do, if you want, and Auston doesn’t have to find out” you added, sitting down at the kitchen island, fidgeting with your water bottle

“And what if he does?”

“He won’t”

“You really want me to say yes?”

“If you say no, he’s going to think something is going on with us,” you admitted, “if you say yes, he won’t. Simple”

“That’s all this is?” she sneered, “I’m surprised you haven’t told him already. It’s not something that you’re ashamed of. Unless... are you ashamed of me?”

“No” you replied. She sat down slowly in the seat across from you and dropped her head to her hands before exhaling

“Fine,” you groaned, “I’ll say yes.”

It was the last thing you really wanted to do but Freddie seemed intent on you going on a date with Auston. It wasn’t awful but it didn’t feel right but the two of you stayed in touch, which created its own issues between you and Freddie, just like you knew it would. After nearly a year, you had grown a lot closer with Freddie’s teammates than you thought you would and you were starting to feel like part of the group, whether or not that was a good thing remained to be seen. It did allow you to spend time with Freddie outside of the bedroom but it led to questions about why you never carried a wallet or offered to pay for meals

“I’m all for chivalry,” Morgan chuckled, taking a sip of his drink as the server took everyone’s plates away, “but you can clearly afford to foot the bill every here and there. I’ve seen all these fancy things before, I’ve bought a few of ‘em for Tessa, so...”

“This stuff...” you stalled, gesturing to your purse and your clothes, “they’re all gifts”

“Some friends who get you those gifts” Auston laughed

“Who said they’re from friends? What about family?”

“Or a boyfriend?” he teased, your eyes darting to Freddie quickly to gauge his reaction; nothing, completely stoic

“No boyfriend. I’m not much for the ‘shower me with gifts’ kind of relationship” this comment earned a round of scoffs from the boys in front of you and you just rolled your eyes in return. Freddie offered you a ride home which you took gladly because you wanted to see where his head was at

“So...” you started before Freddie huffed

“The guys are coming out to the lake next week. You’re welcome to come but it won’t be like last year”

“Are you mad at me?” you asked, turning your body to face him

“No, why would I be mad?” he chided, keeping his eyes on the road

“I don’t know,” you replied, turning back to face the road yourself, “but I’m glad you’re not mad. I love the lake so I’m happy to go, even if it won’t be like last year...”

“Great” he sighed

“Perfect” you replied, pursing your lips as the rest of the drive was spent in silence. He drove into the underground parking lot, turning off the ignition before looking at you

“They really like you” he said and you furrowed your brow

“Yeah... I’m likeable” you joked

“It’s good,” he said, “but maybe after the lake, you should keep your distance”

“What?” you scoffed as Freddie opened the door and made his way to open your door, leaning his hands against the side of the car and caging you in lightly

“Or we need to end this arrangement”

“So, it’s an ultimatum? You or them?” he nodded, sliding his arm under your legs to pick you up and carry you upstairs. It was a strange request but you could barely concentrate on your thoughts with the way his hands began roaming your body once he set you down. After the week had passed, and you managed to patch up things with Freddie, you were on your way back to the place where you had come to know as if it were your own. You wondered how different things would feel there, with ‘the boys’ being there, and if Freddie would keep his distance from you or if the tension would be too much to bear.

Auston’s P.O.V

You spent most of your time in the water, or watching (Y/N), while everyone else seemed to find other things to occupy their time. You couldn’t believe that (Y/N) hadn’t pursued more of a relationship with you, especially when you thought the date went really well; you decided to make it your mission to get her to fall in love with you or find out if there was something else going on.

"So..." you grunted, taking a seat next to (Y/N), "how are you liking the cottage?"

"It's beautiful out here" she answered with a smile

"Isn't it though?" you said

"Are you mocking me?" she laughed

"I would never"

"You're still mad that I didn't want to date you, aren't you?" she asked, taking you a bit by surprise and you weren't really sure how honest you should be

"Why didn't you want to date me?" you said curiously, "I mean the date that we went on was good, wasn't it?"

"It was fine, yeah," she replied, unimpressed as she seemed to remember the date in her mind, "I just have a bit of a complicated situation going and I didn't feel like adding more to that. But, I'm sorry, that wasn't fair to you"

"Oh," you really were hoping that she would've made some joke about it all instead of... actually telling you the truth, but here you were. "Thank you..." you hesitated before chuckling, "I'm over it anyway. Let's just enjoy the summer, okay?"

"Yeah" she grinned. As the night drew on, Freddie got the barbeque ready while setting out snacks as Mo, Mitch and Cogs grabbed a seat around the fire.

“HEY! YOU TWO, COME HANG OUT BY THE FIRE!” Fred yelled to you and (Y/N) as the two of you stayed on the dock

"I wanna go in the water!" she yelled

"YEAH ME TOO!" you chuckled in return, seeing Freddie's distaste from where you stood before (Y/N) slipped by you and ran into the lake

"HOLY SHIT IT'S COLD!" she screamed, her body already shivering from just a few inches of water crashing against the bare skin of her legs

"What did you expect?" you scoffed, wading the water as you neared her, lowering your body so the water covered your chest

"I don't know.." she hesitated, trying her best to maintain the composure of her voice before her shivers took over, "I just didn't expect it to be that cold..."

"Well now you know" you smirked, catching her stare just as your body reached her space, letting your frame hover over hers as the two of you stood in the cold water; the waves splashing against your hips and trying their best to drag both of you into the current.

"Right" she whispered, unable to tear her eyes from yours

"Right" you returned, squatting down in front of her, your lips grazing her chest while your gaze stayed trained on her. You could feel her breathing build in her chest as your fingers traced her skin before you picked her up and she squealed

"STOP!" she laughed as you threw her over your shoulder

"What? I'm not doing anything!" you joked. She started to squirm in your grasp before eventually straightening her body which, luckily for you, meant that your face met her chest; you felt her hands rest gently on her shoulders as you shamelessly stared at her breasts before looking back up at her

"Don't do it" she breathed

"Do what?" you replied quietly

"I know what you're thinking" she said and you smirked

"No, no I don't think you do"

"Don't do it Auston..." she repeated

"You need to get used to the temperature," you replied, a grin growing on your face, "and the best way to do that is just to do it..."

"You throw me in and I'll take you down with me" she threatened but you weren't going to listen. You stopped only for a second when you heard Freddie call to the two of you and you turned around to see him on the shore. You grinned before turning back, throwing (Y/N) in the water before feeling the tug on the back of your neck; both of you crashing into the water. When you finally came to the surface, you splashed water at her which she reciprocated before looking over at Freddie, "we should probably head in."

Freddie's P.O.V

You watched as the two of them held onto each other in the water, not able to discern their emotions from the distance you were at, but you didn’t like it. You called them in one more time before Auston tossed (Y/N) into the water and they began splashing water at each other. She looked back at you before wiping the water from her eyes and saying something to Auston, the two of them making their way back to shore.

“Hey,” Auston said breathlessly as he walked past you

“Finally had enough of the water huh?” you teased to which Auston just smirked, looking back at (Y/N) then back at you

“Hi” (Y/N) said when she got close to you but your irritation from what you’d witnessed caused you to all but ignore her as you turned to walk back to the fire. The six of you sat around the fire, drinking, laughing and telling stories while you felt (Y/N)’s eyes on you, begging you to look at her without having to say the words

“Well,” she sighed when you kept your eyes away from hers, “I’m exhausted from all that fun in the water. I’ll see you all in the morning” she laughed, Morgan and Andrew standing up to showcase their chivalry

“Have a good sleep” Andrew smiled as (Y/N) made her way back inside. You weren’t sure how long you should wait to talk to her but you knew it couldn’t be too much longer

“I’m gonna get some sleep as well” you said, finishing your drink as you stood up

“Oh yeah, sure...” Cogs teased and you rolled your eyes at the tone

“Goodnight. Please don’t destroy the deck” you said, making your way inside and turning down the hall toward (Y/N)’s room, letting yourself in

“Hey!” she exclaimed, irritated that you didn’t knock, “what are you doing?”

“I came to talk to you”

“Oh really? You’ve sure done a great job of ignoring me all night. What do you have to say now?”

“You can’t act like that,” you said under your breath, referring to how she was with Auston

“Act like what?!” she argued, raising her voice as she stepped toward you

“Like that!” you repeated, gesturing to the lake, trying your best to keep your voice low. “Throwing yourself all over Auston like that. Half naked and soaking wet no less”

“Oh my god,” she scoffed, “you’re jealous”

“Jealous?” you huffed at the suggestion

“Yes. I have no idea why you would be but it sounds an awful lot like jealousy how you’re talking to me right now” she urged, anger covering her face

“What if I was jealous?”

“Why would you be jealous?”

“BECAUSE I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU!”

“What?” she whispered, stumbling back

“I love you,” you said calmly, vulnerably, as you studied her expression

“You don’t love me, you’re not in love with me” she argued, shaking her head in disbelief

“I do!”

“YOU DON’T!” she yelled, “YOU— I— ugh” she groaned

“What?”

“I don’t get you,” she sighed, “one second you say you don’t want a relationship and you want to be my ‘sugar daddy’ then the next you say you’re in love with me? Which is it?”

“Both”

“Both?” you could feel the disgust in her words but it almost made you laugh

“Yeah, both,” you countered, “I didn’t set out to fall in love and get into a relationship, especially when I met you,” you noticed her mouth drop, realizing you had to backtrack. “I wanted to protect you from my life but I liked being around you. And the sex was amazing”

“So all you wanted was sex”

“Maybe that’s where it started,” you admitted, “but somewhere along the way I fell in love with you and I realized I would still be paying for everything either way but this way I’d get you all to myself”

“Oh so now it’s about possession?” she growled and you rolled your eyes

“I’m not trying to possess you,” you groaned, “I just wanna be with you because I love you. I have no idea why because you’re impossible to deal with and you test me every god damn second like I’m still in school but I can’t help it” you bit your bottom lip as you thought about tearing off her clothes, taking a step closer to where she stood. “I see you and you make everything... different. My heart races and I blush and I sweat and I just want to be around you. All the time. It’s infuriating. But I love you and I think I have since the beginning” she stood silently in front of you before you boxed her in with your arms, letting her eyes linger up your chest until they found yours, placing your hands on her hips to bring her even closer to you

“Show me,” she said softly, watching your lips. You let your fingers slide up her body until they reached her neck, cupping her face as you kissed her softly. Her body moving closer to yours, forcing your feet to move backward until you felt the bed behind you, stopping only for a minute to pick her up

“I love you” you repeated and, as if something possessed her, she bit her lip and pushed you onto the mattress

“I want you to fuck me”

“You’re n—”

“Fuck. Me” she interrupted, moving across your body to straddle your lap. You honestly thought she’d say it back and it was throwing you off that she wasn’t. “What’s wrong?” she groaned when she finally realized that you weren’t exactly following through

“I can’t do this” you sighed, pushing her off of you to walk across the room, dropping your head in your hand

“What?” she scoffed

“I...”

“Should I go ask Auston? I bet he’d be more than happy to fuck me” she teased, smirking when she saw the glare on your face. You promptly made your way back to her, harshly grabbing her hips and turning her around where she stood; moving your hands up her body to clear her hair from her neck to bite at the sensitive skin between her neck and her shoulder. You felt her hips push back into yours and you grinned at her sudden neediness

"Is this what you want?" you whispered

"I told you. I want you to fuck me" she breathed, placing her hand on yours to guide it onto her breast and she leaned against your chest, continuing to back her ass against your growing erection. You pushed your hands into the waistband of her shorts and underwear, tearing them off her body, kissing up her legs and removing her shirt before forcing her to lean against the bed, keeping her back straight. “Freddie...” she whimpered when you stepped back, making sure not to touch her just yet

“Shh,” you hushed before pushing your shorts off to expose your hardened cock. You ran your finger down her spine until you felt her shiver underneath your touch, holding yourself in your free hand before you began running the tip along her folds; letting her moan fill the room before you pushed yourself into her entrance. "Shhh," you repeated as her sounds started to get louder, "you don't want everyone to hear, do you?" she let out another moan before she nodded her head, looking at you over her shoulder and smirking as she watched you fuck her. She rocked back into you, sending vibrations through your body and encouraging you to dig your nails into her hips, fucking her harder. You moaned lowly as your pleasure began to increase, slapping her ass to give her the playful punishment you thought she deserved for teasing you earlier

"Fuck" she shouted breathlessly, earning a growl from you as you tried to fuck her into silence. You weren't surprised when her panting filled the room and she brought her body up so she could lean against your chest. "Fuck" she repeated, quieter this time, as your fingers lingered to her core, pressing on her sensitive bud as your thrusts became stutters and grunts continuously left your lips. You came, messily, inside her but kept your fingers moving against her clit as you took yourself out of her, kneeling down in time to find your juices leaking down her leg; snaking your head between her legs to lick up the liquid teasingly. "You need to cum, don't you?" you baited, your finger poking inside and curving to find her g-spot while you gently swept the tip of your tongue across her clit

"Fuck, yes," she panted, "faster baby. Make me cum" you smirked at her pleas. You quickened your ministrations until her legs shook and she was unable to stand, falling to her knees while a sigh exited her mouth. Her hand lazily rested on your chest as she attempted to compose herself and you could only chuckle

"Oh we're not done yet"

"What?" she gulped, eyebrows raising in surprise

"Oh no no no no," you laughed, "you wanted me to fuck you. I'm gonna fuck you senseless. Until you can't speak without feeling me inside you. Until you see my face with every breath you take. Until you feel the heat from my body against yours just by walking across the room. Until you need to beg for mercy at any given second because I'm still making you cum."

"T--" she hesitated, pushing herself up as best she could while still not being able to use her legs, "that sounds good to me"

"You sure you can handle it?" you asked

"From you?" she replied, raising her hand to stroke your cheek, "any day. All-day"

"I do love you" you admitted once more, hoping she'd say it back but helping her up gently so you could continue to fuck her, as you promised you would

"I love you, too" she confessed and you kissed her quickly, lifting her up and carrying her to the bed. It was at that moment, when you saw her smiling underneath you, that you didn't care if the guys heard the two of you. She was yours and you were hers. You had her and she had you. Nothing could ruin that.

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