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leafs-lover · 11 months

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y/n and Freddie in btpdg is one of my favorite couples to ready about. have you thought of doing a blurb or something where Freddie comes home from a roadie and wakes y/n up in a ✨spicy✨ way? like, maybe when ollie was a baby because sleep is precious when they have 4 little monsters.

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This is set before YN and Fred have had conversations about getting together but it’s painfully obvious they both want it so like figure it out already? You also don’t have to have read the entire fic to make sense of it, this is a stand alone piece

Warnings: swearing, smut (fingering and p in v), a slight dominance link, I didn’t proofread or edit so if you see any spelling/ grammar mistakes keep them to yourself

Fred’s least favourite thing was leaving.

Ollie learned what the duffle bag meant and would whine every time he saw it, you of course knew what it meant and would also whine about it. Only difference was he could reason with you. He’d always promise you a date once he returned and you’d always prop yourself on your tippy toes, wrap your arms around his neck and pull his face down, growling “why wait?”

Oliver was walking and talking, a handful with every step, leave him alone for more than a minute and every toy was thrown across the living room, or he would have the pantry open tossing boxes onto the floor. He kept you on your toes and you both felt uneasy leaving him even if only for a few minutes. So you would wait, but that doesn’t mean you’d make it easy on him. You would constantly send pictures, snapchats, answering his FaceTimes while wearing practically nothing. You knew exactly what you were doing and it drove him crazy.

Typically the Pens would fly the team back early in the morning after a road trip and since giving Fred a key you tended to wake up and find the living room full of laughter, Oliver wearing only a diaper as he terrorized the couch cushions.

This particular road trip ended in Philly and it was a very quick flight home. The team ventured back to Pittsburgh after the game and Fred set out for your apartment. He made good time, it was near midnight and the roads were empty.

Not a single light was on, not even the blue glow from a TV to alert him to your presence. It’s quiet, but not an eery quiet, it’s peaceful.

Fred drops his bag by the door and sets his keys in the bowl. His jacket is left on the rack and he starts to unbutton his dress shirt as he walks down the dark hallway. He stops at Oliver’s room and half expects the crib to be empty meaning a night with a sprawling toddler who kicks him seventeen times in the ribcage, but as the light from the hall filters in Fred catches a glimpse of the red locks on his tiny body. Like every night he spends with Oliver, Fred walks over to the side of the crib and takes a second to just watch his son. There is something about watching a baby sleep perfectly and peacefully that makes his heart swell - he doesn’t know how he went this long without it. He gently whispers goodnight and places a kiss to his cheek, then leaves the door as he found it - open a crack - before venturing toward you.

There is a copy of The Whispers cracked open on the mattress beside you, a cup of cold herbal tea lingers on the bedside table. The blankets are down low past your hips and one leg is kicked out - evidence you got hot at some point - your perky nipples protrude through the thin white cotton shirt you wore to sleep. The desire for baby number two throbs in his pants, if only that topic wouldn’t send you running Fred could bring it up.

He throws his pants over a chair, folds his shirt and places it on the seat and slips out of his socks. He grabs your “bookmark” from the night stand and lets his finger trace over the worn edges for a moment. It’s not an actual bookmark, but a picture taken moments after Oliver was born. Fred knew you were using a picture, but Oliver was almost one before he knew what the picture was, and that was the moment he knew there was a chance you’d come back to him. Because it’s not a picture of just you and Oliver, it’s one of the three of you. Sweat clings in your hairline, trapping baby hairs to your forehead, both of you have puffy red eyes from crying with the biggest smiles imaginable plastered to your faces, only thing is Fred is staring at Oliver and you are looking up at him. Even with the emotions of that moment, he can see there is more to the look you are giving him. You’re not staring at the father of your son, you are staring at the man you love. Fred is so happy he noticed that glimmer in your eyes and decided to wait you out, because he catches you looking at him like that countless times a day (even though you won’t admit it anytime soon). Fred smiles, like he does every time he sees this photo, and sets it inside the book, then curls up beside you.

He knows he should let you sleep, you have a very energetic toddler that loves to keep you on your toes, but that shirt is just a little to see-through and a little too tight and you sent one too many messages.

He starts slow.

His hand on your stomach and lips on your jaw. It’s soft, a kiss that goes unnoticed.

His calloused hand ventures up, finding one of those perfect breasts you spent a week tormenting him with and he begins to massage it, tweaking and tugging at your nipple. A sleepy sigh catches in your throat but Fred can tell it’s going to take more.

His touch is light as his hand drops, under the elastic band of his boxers you decided to sleep in. The pressure starts off gentle, slow circles being pressed against your heat. His lips trail along your jaw, over to the sweet spot on your neck. Instead of kissing he starts to suck, harder and harder, letting his teeth sink in. When he doesn’t earn the response he desperately seeks, two fingers toy at your entrance, coating themselves in your arousal.

“Hi baby,” Fred murmurs when you finally start to stir.

“Hi,” you mumble back, involuntarily tilting your head to the side, giving him more space to work with. “I missed you.”

“I know you did.” His fingers slip inside as far as they can go. Your eyes dart open.

“Shit baby.” Your legs kick out and back arches as he thrusts his digits back inside.

“You knew what you were doing with all those pictures you sent.” He chastises, thrusting his fingers back inside once again. “Knew what it was doing to me.”

“Of course I did.” Your voice is becoming strangled, the pressure starting to build.

“Then what did you expect?”

Fred shoves his boxers down your thighs and you feel his cock, rock hard and leaking excitement all over your hip. With a few more thrusts to get you wet and ready, Fred replaces his fingers with his member, and you both moan in unison.

“This was your plan all along, wasn’t it?” He probes, shunting you up the bed with one deep thrust. “What you wanted huh?” He punctuates with another thrust.

“I always want you.” You whimper, knowing he is waiting for a response.

Your fingers tremble when they feel the hard muscles of his back. You always loved his body and he’s always loved yours. Beads of sweat cascade down your neck and Fred smiles, his second favourite thing to lick.

“Only me right?”

He doesn’t mean it as a question, at least not in this moment. There will be a time for the hard questions, a conversation where he will make you admit to what you’ve been feeling (because he has zero doubt and knows you just need a nudge). This question is more about dominance, a reminder, because him practically prodding your cervix doesn’t do that.

“As if there could be anyone else.”

Fred hooks your left leg over his hip and finally brings his lips to yours. His mustache tickles your upper lip and his tongue works its way into your mouth. It’s sloppy, frantic, full of heat. Every time he presses his tongue in further your nails scratch along his back. And after every firm and direct thrust hits that spot deep inside, your moan gets caught in his mouth.

“You look so good with my cock inside you.” Fred grunts, punctuating his words with another thrust.

“You feel so good inside me.”

“Gonna feel even better with my cum dripping out of you.” Fred smirks as one hand snakes between your bodies and rubs at your clit. It suddenly becomes very difficult to concentrate on what he is saying. You can see his lips moving and can only imagine the filth spewing out.

You writhe beneath him as your pleasure reaches it’s peak. Your nails dig deep into the thickest part of his bicep and with one more punctuated thurst you come undone, warmth spilling around his cock. Fred’s cocky grin only grows even as his thrusts are sloppy and shallow, and just as your body relaxes Fred spills everything deep inside your cunt.

It takes a bit for your hearts to steady, it always does, Fred’s version of a “quickie” often leaves you feeling like you ran 5k.

Fred looks down at you, brown eyes clouded with lust and passion and leans back in, replacing the heated and heavy kisses with a soft one, full of warmth.

“Elskede.” He smiles sweetly, his cock soft inside you.

“Hmm.”

“Tease me like that again and I won’t wake you up as nicely next time.”

“No idea what you’re talking about,” you shrug him off, a hint of insolence in your voice. His cock twitches. You being bratty always did turn him on.

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hockeyblogg · 20 days

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Not Enough - F. Andersen

I'm afraid to say i'm officially back so i'm not going to :| however, I have been getting more inspired to write and I have a few works that i've been wanting to post.

this drabble is full of angst which is something i've been writing a lot more...and before you say it, No...this isn't a self indulgent fic lol. It's simply something I thought of when I gained motivation while watching kdramas

in whatever way you take this, i just hope you enjoy it :) it's been a while so forgive me...

Fred walked in your shared apartment, placing his keys down and wiping his forehead to rid himself of the sweat he still produced from practice.

He would have showered at the arena, but he hoped you’d be willing to shower with him when he got home, seeing as you both haven’t had too much time for each other in the last two months due to your new promotion at work and the Canes being in the playoffs, and now that it’s the weekend and you’re both free for the first time in what feels like forever, he’s been a little excited to spend some quality time with his girlfriend.

You on the other hand, had just finished packing an overnight bag and are now sitting on the edge of your bed, tears now dried on your cheeks with new ones threatening to leak over your eyelashes.

You knew your and Fred’s relationship was on the rockier side for awhile, barely seeing each other despite living together, having little to no time to say more than two words to each other. You knew it was getting to Freddie, but you also hoped that you’d pull through, like you always do.

You didn’t expect this.

“Hey elskede.” Freddie’s words made you jump, quickly turning your head to look up at his figure entering the room.

Freddie’s smile turned down, a look of concern washing over his face upon seeing your dried tears and red eyes, “What’s wrong baby?”

You could practically scoff at his audacity.

“Why don’t you ask Brady, you two seem to have gotten awfully close lately.” You mutter bitterly, wiping your nose and cheeks with your sleeve

Freddie’s heart stops for a second,

no…there’s no way you found out…

“Elskede, what are you talking about?” He’s playing dumb, he knows he is, but in his defence, he never thought you’d ever find out.

“Freddie please, the last thing I need right now is for you to lie to me, I already know…I just-I need to hear you say it.”

You’re practically falling apart in front of him, the news hit you like a ton of bricks, and you don’t know if there’s any hope for your relationship after this.

“Let me explain…” Fred started but paused when you closed your eyes and sighed defeatedly

“W-we were going through a tough spot in our relationship a-and I didn’t know what to do, when you said you couldn’t attend Mitchy’s wedding I was even more frustrated, and the guys wanted me to loosen up so-”

Catching his words, you cut him off, “Woah, wait-wait!”

Freddie stops.

“You mean to tell me…that this has been going on since Mitch and Steph’s wedding?!”

Realizing his mistake, Fred can’t say anymore, knowing he fucked up.

It made since now; the arguments about his lack of free time, the last minute “new year’s trip” to see his family, him being way busier this time around the playoffs than usual, having a newfound understanding of all your late-night workdays, his late evening workdays where you assumed practice ran later than usual…

“Oh my god…I’m such a fucking idiot!”

You couldn’t take it anymore, you gather your things and sling your bag over your shoulder, a fresh set of tears flowing freely

Fred moves fast, grabbing your upper arm, “No please, elskede you can’t-”

“I can’t leave? Not only did I find out you cheated on me, but I find out it’s been multiple times, since Mitch’s wedding which was what, in July? It’s fucking April you piece of shit!”

You push him off you and rip your arm from his grasp, “So yeah, I think it’s safe to say I’m allowed to leave you.”

Tears are gathering in Freddie’s eyes, and he finds himself losing control of his breathing, “Please, I’m sorry baby, don’t leave, I’ll fix this.”

He follows you out of the room, and as soon as you open the door, he smacks his palm against it, slamming it back shut

“Fred, move!”

You aren’t in the mood for games, but Fred isn’t willing to give you up this easily

Taking a deep breath, you will yourself to look in him in the eyes, almost breaking at the fact they’re even redder than yours, but you remind yourself this is his fault, he did this to you both,

“Just…tell me one thing…”

He puts his full attention on you, reaching to hold your hands in his

“Were they different every time, or is it the same person?” You’re honestly scared of the answer, not sure which one will make you break more. If it’s multiple, then there’s something he’s missing that you guys no longer have in your relationship, but if it’s just one girl, then there’s something he’s missing within you.

He’s quiet, and you’re searching his face for any sort of hint or giveaway. When his face drops, you have it.

“Well…” you muster all of the strength you have inside you, “I hope she was worth losing everything that we had, everything I sacrificed to build this life with you, a life that was so easy for you to throw away.”

You shake his hands off you, ripping the door open and leaving him for good, “Goodbye Freddie.”

Fred falls to his knees as soon as the door closes, letting out everything he was holding in.

“FUUUCK!!” He grabs the shoe rack in the closet, tossing it to the living room and hearing a loud crash to which he pays no mind, it doesn’t matter anyway.

Nothing matters anymore, he’s lost you for good and it’s nobody’s fault but his own. He knows he can only call one person right now, someone he knows won’t be upset with him, someone he knows he really shouldn’t call, especially right now. But Freddie is in love, or at least, that’s what he thinks.

Freddie is simply infatuated, he’s in love with the idea of what is, and honestly, what better way to take his mind off you than to call the one person he knows can do just that.

Picking his phone up, he swallows back all the guilt and sorrow he’s feeling right now,

“Hey Anna, you should come over…”

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nylwnder · 2 years

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lustful nights

a/n: hello!!! here’s the first fic out of my birthday series!! i hope y’all enjoy this soft yet smutty fic and i’ll see y’all tomorrow with another drop hehe

pairing: frederik andersen x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT, light mentions of oral (f receiving), essentially memories from last night and nights passed

word count: 1.03k

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you relished in the large feel of warmth beside you. you hugged it, before your eyes opened and focused on the soft face of your boyfriend. you admired him, the way his face would scrunch, his lips lightly twitching, his red hair shining from the creeping sun.

you got up softly, making sure to not bother his sleep. you stretched as you made your way to the bathroom. looking at the mirror you fixed your bed hair before you noticed the darkening marks on your collarbone. taking off the large shirt you were currently wearing, you smirked as you saw another mark below your breasts. your mind immediately replayed the build up to yet another lustful night shared between the two of you.

as you got into the shower, you stood there letting the warm water drip down your figure. closing your eyes, you were met with freddie’s chocolate eyes. you smiled, seeing how your fingers traced the sides of his growing beard. his eyes fell to your lips, in which you bit down on as his hands made their way to your ass and you were placed down on the bed.

your fingers made their way to your neck. you felt the way frederik’s breath hovered over it, his lips targeting the spot he's perhaps eyed for hours. his teeth grazing your skin, your other hand could feel the way you’d let your hands fall from his shoulders down to his forearm. you parted your hair so water could fall down your back. the movement reminded you about all the times freddie would part your hair so he could fit his head into the crook of your neck. whispering how gorgeous you look in your ears.

your fingers fall down to your chest, picturing the way your back arches into frederik. his tongue tracing the curves of your breasts. a light moan escaped your mouth when you could feel freddie’s lips attached to your sensitive nipples. your fingers tracing the path freddie always took down to the place that ached for him the most. his hands holding your hips down. you could picture the way you’d squirm, he's barely touching you but instead watching how your body can picture his soon to come actions. knowing just how good he feels and how much you want it.

“say it” you requested, once. “say what, love?” he asked gently, “my name.” you ran your fingers through his hair as freddie smiled at you. “y/n” he murmurs against your chest.

“again.”

“y/n.” his lips against your stomach.

“y/n.” then your thighs.

“y/n.” then your heat. not before pulling back and bringing out a whine from you.

your thighs were next, fred would always tease you by giving the softest kisses yet. holding them in his hands as he asks you what you want him to do to you. “worship me” you pleaded once, humming at your response “my pleasure” he says. his mouth diving in to eat you up. you could picture how your first moan always overpowered you, opening your eyes you blush at the thought.

you closed them again, seeing how fred kisses your heaving chest. your doe eyes looking up at him, your mouth slightly agape. he loved your post-orgasmic state, you looked so fragile, so vulnerable. “are you real?” you’d ask, he only wanted to hold you close, in which you wanted as well with your arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

your head fell back at the thought of his cock stretching you out. you rubbed your cheek as freddie would, “you’re alright love” he’d say. your little whines in his ear as his hands steady you into his build. thrust after thrust after thrust. your nails digging into his back, a groan leaving his mouth.

your hands ran down your sides, squeezing where frederik’s large hands would. when your hips would roll into his, and your teeth nibbled on his lip, his eyes watching you so carefully. a grip around your “useless hands” could be felt in your wrists as he held them above you. you could also surely remember the pain in your thighs when freddie would fold your legs on his broad shoulders. your hands picturing the soft feel of a handful of freddie’s hair. your eyes habitually rolling back.

frederik always took an opportunity to show you his love. whether it would be with simple actions, or toe-curling, unholy fucking movements. every time you didn’t picture your life with another man. you didn’t want anyone else’s lips marking you other than freddie’s. he gave you everything and more. it’s perfect.

arms snaked around you. your mind thinking you were merely picturing it as freddie nibbled on your shoulder, your fingers tracing the veins on his strapping arms. you let your head fall back, but freddie’s voice helped you gain back your senses.

letting your eyes flutter open, you saw freddie smiling down on you. “what are you doing, love?” he asks, kissing your wet hair. “hmm, daydreaming i guess.”

“yeah?” he murmurs, kissing the side of your head. “mhm, about you.” you say, turning around to face him, “about your hands, and your lips, and your…” you say looking down at his very large-

“cock?” he denotes, you look up and giggle. “already got you all flustered before i even woke up, hmm?”

“can you blame me? you rot my brain everyday with all the filthy things you’ve done to me. it’s a miracle i’m not jumping you every minute.” he laughs at your statement. “darling, you don’t know how many times i’ve picturing your glistening figure sprawled out just for me.”

you look up at him again and kiss his chin. “really?” you ask, picturing he might have a bit more control on things like this compared to you. “you don’t think i’d dream of that dripping wet pussy of yours? it eats me alive knowing i can’t always have it right in front of me, waiting patiently to be licked up”

you bite your lips at his words. “fuck” you say before he smirks and lifts you up to pin you to the wall. “we’re in the same boat, doll. now let’s make those dreams of yours come true. i think i know how they go,” frederik says.

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ao3feed-hockey · 1 year

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If He's Lucky I'll let Him Join

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/oS9hI7H

by pucking_wild

What starts off as a casual relationship with Fred becomes complicated when you meet Auston and start to picture him. It becomes further complicated when the suggestion for a three-some is brought up. What should be a one time thing becomes a wild web of miscommunication, feelings and orgasms.

Note: I wrote this a while ago and I haven't reviewed/ edited it. I know it's not some of my best work but I am too busy to update this. Basically there is a lot of smut and the plot is lacking in spots. Every part has smut and it's either one or both guys with the reader, there is no M/M

Words: 7931, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF, The Man From Toronto (2022), NHL - Fandom, carolina hurricanes - Fandom

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, Other

Characters: Auston Matthews, Felix | Auston Matthews's Dog, Frederik Andersen, Frederik Andersen (Hockey RPF)

Relationships: Auston Matthews/Reader, Frederik Andersen/Reader

Additional Tags: hockey threesome - Freeform, auston matthews smut, frederik andersen fic, frederik andersen smut, NHL RPF, Toronto Maple Leafs, Carolina Hurricanes

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/oS9hI7H

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ilyasorokinn · 2 years

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elias andersen takes on vegas , frederik andersen

note, this was inspired after looking at the most unflattering angeled photo of fred, but that's a different story. if you're interested in seeing more of fred, elias, and the gang, check out this masterlist. elias, in this fic, is 1 1/2 years old. another note, i have no idea the process in which players are informed they are going to the all-star games, so these are fake scenarios i created in my head :) pair, frederik andersen x reader summary, after fred gets invited to the all-star game, he proposes y/n and elias coming along. warnings, children, one mention of mcdavid, tom wilson and elias meeting (but elias not liking him at all) word count, 2940 words

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A few days after it was announced that Freddie was going to the All-Star games, you woke up from your mid-afternoon nap to a package on your door.

You tried to drag it into the house, but whatever was inside was heavier than you. You sighed, looking over at Jasper, "We're making dad carry it in." You walked back inside and shut the door.

You heard him shout from outside. You laughed, opening the door for him so he could walk in, the huge box in his arms, "What is it?" You asked as he set it on the kitchen counter.

"I don't know. Let's open it up." You grabbed a pair of scissors and cut open the box. While Freddie read the card, you began pulling out merch. Most of it was for Freddie, but there were a few items for you, and there were two little hats, one for Jasper and one for Elias.

You bent down and slipped the hat on Jasper's head. He looked less than pleased, "Oh, come on Jas, you look so cute." You cooed. The dog shook his head and managed to get the hat off. You rolled your eyes.

"Do you want to come?" He asked.

"Come where?" You asked.

"To All-Stars."

"You want me to come?"

"Well, you and Eli. It'll be fun. It'll be his first airplane ride." He looked so excited at the prospect of you and Elias coming along.

"You really want us there?" You asked.

"Of course! Why wouldn't I?"

"I don't know. It's Vegas." You shrugged.

"And I want my family to be there with me. So, will you come?"

"All right, but I get to leave Eli with you for an afternoon to get a massage or something." You demanded.

"Deal." You shook his hand and nodded.

"Come on, Eli, give me a big smile." You spoke from behind the camera.

"Come on, bud, smile for momma." Fred, who was holding the one-year-old in his arms, "Look over there." He pointed to the camera. Elias followed his arm and finally looked at the camera.

"You guys ready to go?" Sebastian asked.

"Come on, your first plane ride." You plucked him from Freddie and walked up the steps to the plane.

Almost 6 hours later you were touching down in Vegas. For a good chunk of the flight, Elias was conked out asleep, but when he wasn't asleep, he was either glued to the window or bothering Sebastian.

You arrived a day before the actual All-Star games began, so you did all the touristy things. You explored The Strip, ate good food and you even got your massage.

Elias, being born in such a cold climate, had never been in a pool. So, you decided to introduce him to the pool while in Vegas. You put him in his cute little swimsuit, slathered him in sunscreen from head-to-toe, and shoved a cute little bucket hat and sunglasses on him.

"You ready?" You asked, pressing a kiss to his hair, which was quite similar to his father's in color. You approached the water with each step, and every step of the way, his eyes widened.

"Don't be scared, E." You pressed another kiss to his head as Fred climbed into the shallow water. He hid behind your legs as he stared at the water, a scared look in his eyes.

"It's not scary. It's like bathtime." You told him.

"No." He shook his head, clinging to your leg.

You looked up at Freddie, and sighed, "All right, if you don't want to go in, we won't force you. Let's go sit over there." You pointed to a lawn chair with an umbrella.

He grabbed your hand and began pulling you in the direction of the pool chair. You looked back at Freddie and shrugged. He shrugged back.

Instead of playing in the pool like you thought Elias would want to do, you three sat in pool chairs, coloring and looking around. You bought him a "special" drink, which was just apple juice. You didn't want him to drink a lot of sugar, so you saved juice and chocolate milk for special times.

He watched the pool with careful eyes and saw everyone having fun. After almost an hour of coloring and enjoying his apple juice, he looked up at you and Freddie, and made a noise, pointing to the pool.

"You want to go in?" He nodded shyly, "All right, come on." You grabbed his hand and walked him over. Freddie climbed back into the water and stood close by as Elias sat down at the edge of the pool, carefully dipping his toes in.

He squirmed away at first, and grabbed your arm, "It's okay. It's not gonna hurt you." You reassured.

He stared at the water again, carefully dipping his foot in once again. The moment he realized it wasn't gonna hurt him, he dipped his other foot in and settled down.

Freddie, after getting the "okay" from Elias, picked Elias up and held him close to his chest. He bounced him up and down, helping him get used to the water.

After a few bounces, Elias was used to the water and was laughing, giggling, and kicking around, successfully getting Freddie wet, as well as you.

"You having fun now, Eli?" Freddie asked.

"Yeah!" Elias cheered.

After a full day of playing at the pool, Elias was all tuckered out and could barely keep his eyes open, "You tired." He nodded against your shoulder, "Come on, it's time for dinner." You kissed his head.

The next morning, you were awoken a little earlier than you would've liked to. Elias woke up early and told you he wanted to go swimming again.

"I'm sorry, E. We can't go swimming today. We're gonna go see daddy today." You told him, picking him up and placing him on the bed.

"Daddy?" He asked.

"Daddy's at practice, bud." You smiled, "Today, it's gonna be me and you. You wanna get mac and cheese today?" He nodded his head, "Okay, mac and cheese it is." You smiled.

Later that night, you were in the tunnel waiting for Freddie. Elias was sporting his Andersen jersey and a little Canes beanie, "Is that Elias Andersen?" You heard someone say from behind you.

You turned around, and saw Jack Campbell coming towards you, "Look who it is, E."

"Soup!" He cheered.

When you (Freddie) got traded from Toronto to Carolina, Elias had just turned 1, so he didn't remember a lot of people, but boy did he remember Jack.

"Hi, buddy." You set Elias down, and he ran over to Jack, who picked him up, "Give me some." He held out his fist, and when Elias' little first collided with his, Jack made an exploding noise.

"How's Jasper?" He asked. Elias began to babble. Jack, nor you, could understand a thing he was saying, but he nodded along as if he did.

You could hear Jack's name being called, so you said goodbye to Jack, waving, then continued to wait for Freddie. A few more players from different teams recognized you, probably from your big spectacular claim to fame by announcing Freddie's trade before the media.

You snapped some pictures of Elias with Adrian Kempe, Jack Hughes, Kirill Kaprizov & Cale Makar before Freddie finally came out of the locker room.

"Daddy!" Elias cheered, running over. Freddie beamed, picking him up.

"Did you have fun with mommy today?"

He nodded, "Stay with you?" Elias asked.

"You wanna stay with me?" Freddie asked, and Elias nodded his head.

They looked over to you, "You promise to be good?" He nodded, "All right." You nodded. You kissed both of them, before finding your seat and getting ready for the tournament.

You took your seat next to Ryanne Giroux, who you had become somewhat close within your time as a "WAG", "So, how olds little Elias now?" Ryanne asked.

"A year and a half." You answered with a smile, waving down to Elias who was waving to you, "How old is Gavin now?"

"2." She smiled, waving down to her own son.

"And congrats, I had you on post notifications until Palmer was born." You nudged her.

She laughed, "Thank you." She looked down to where Elias and Gavin were seemingly becoming best friends, "You two thinking of having another one?"

You paused, "We haven't talked about it, but if I were pregnant right now, I can't say I'd be angry about it."

On the ice, Elias was having the time of his life. He had met Gavin Giroux, and the two were best friends. Elias was meeting every player he loved.

He was sitting on his father's lap as he watched everything. Next to Freddie was Jack, who Elias loved. While Freddie was out on the ice, he was sitting with Claude and Gavin.

"Elias Andersen, my man." Chris Kreider sat next to him. Elias looked up at him, "You havin' fun?" Elias nodded, "That's good." Chris discreetly pulled out a small candy bar from his pocket, "I heard you liked Twix bars."

Elias' eyes lit up in joy, "Open? Please?" He asked. Chris chuckled, and opened the bar, then handed it back to Elias, who dug into the bar happily.

"Is your mom gonna be mad that I gave you chocolate." Elias shook his head, "If she asks, it came from Hughes." He joked.

After his tournament was over, Freddie came back over to the bench, and found Elias covered in chocolate, "Who gave you chocolate, Eli?"

Elias looked at his father like a deer in headlights, "Jack." He answered. Freddie chuckled, shaking his head.

After Freddie got rid of all the padding, he went back out to the bench with Elias in his lap. Elias watched as Tom Wilson skated over.

"Elias, right?" Wilson was trying to start a conversation, but Elias could not care less as he looked up at the jumbotron, seemingly more interested in whatever was going on elsewhere.

You greeted Elias down by the tunnel with a big smile. He ran up to you and hugged your legs, "Did you have fun?"

"Yeah!" He cheered, "Made friend."

"Yeah? Did you meet Gavin?" Elias nodded, "Who else did you meet?"

"McDavid." He told you.

"You met Connor McDavid?" You asked excitedly. He nodded, "Who else?"

"Arkin and Chuck and G." He listed.

"Wow." You gasped.

"Hey, there's my man." Leon Draisaitl walked up to you two. Elias reached up and slapped Leon's open palm. Leon bent down to Elias' height, "I promised you a puck." Leon produced a signed puck and held it in front of Elias, "So, a deals a deal."

"What do you say?" You whispered.

"Tank you." Elias beamed.

"Your welcome." Leon smiled, hi-fiving Elias once more, then walking off.

Elias turned around and showed you the puck, "Wow, so cool." He rubbed his eyes tiredly and let out a yawn, "Yeah, it's someone's bedtime."

"No." He shook his head, "Not tired."

"You're not?" He continued to shake his head, "Okay." You shrugged, knowing he'd probably fall asleep sometime between you waiting for Freddie and actually getting to your hotel.

And you were proven right. Elias' head was on your shoulder as you walked back to your room. He wasn't asleep, but he was on the verge. He wanted to stay awake and make sure not to miss anything, but he was too tired to walk. Freddie was stuck carrying all the bags, not that he minded.

He walked behind you and the entire way, watched with a smile as Elias, although so tired, looked around at everything you passed. His eyes were tired but filled with curiosity.

"Go to sleep," Freddie whispered with a smile. Elias giggled and shook his head.

The next morning, Elias was up before either you or Freddie and decided he wanted to wake up and play. So, he somehow climbed out of the travel crib and used all his strength to climb into your bed.

He waddled over to your side and began poking you in the back. You turned over, rubbing your eyes in confusion, "Eli, what're you doin' up? It's still early."

"Swim." He stated.

"You want to go swimming again?" He nodded his head. You glanced over at the clock and sighed, "All right, we'll go swimming." You carefully got out of bed and carried him to the bathroom. You wrote a small note to Freddie before grabbing Elias' hand and walking down to the pool.

Freddie woke up to quiet, which was something of a rarity in your house. He sat up and noticed both you and Elias were gone. He panicked for a second before he spotted the piece of paper sitting on the nightstand.

He swiftly changed, then made his way down to the pool. He found you and Elias in the kiddie pool. You were sitting in the water while Elias was standing and splashing around.

Freddie smiled as he approached you, "Seems like someone's having fun."

You smiled, "He woke up and wanted to swim. Who am I to deny him that?"

"Gotta get going soon, but I can stay for a little." He sat down next to you in the water.

You slipped a snapback Canes hat onto Elias' head and straightened out his Andersen jersey, "Daddy?" He asked.

"Daddy's coming out soon." You reassured, "You wanna go find Gavin?" He nodded, "All right, let's go find your new friend." You found your seats, which were once again next to Ryanne and Gavin.

"Look who it is, Gav." Ryanne cooed.

Elias began wiggling in your arms when he spotted his new friend. Gavin wiggled in his seat, and the moment Elias was on the ground, the two boys were greeting each other as if they hadn't seen each other the day before and began talking in their own language.

You shook your head and took your seat and waited for the game to start. Lauren Eberle, who came to the game with her family, spotted you and came over to say hi.

Before the game started, you slipped the noise-canceling headphones over Elias' head, much to his chagrin, "I know, I'm sorry dude, but you gotta wear 'em." You shrugged.

You watched Sebastian skate out, and cheered. Then, Freddie came out after, "From the Carolina Hurricanes, number 31, Frederik Andersen!"

When Elias saw his father at the other end of the ice, he began clapping his hands and squirming, "Yay! Daddy!" You cheered.

From Gavin went down to see Claude, you went down with Elias so you could wave to Freddie. Elias slapped his hands on the glass, which caught Freddie's attention.

Elias giggled and waved shyly, "You wanna blow daddy a kiss?" You asked, showing him how to do it. He followed your actions, and in return, Freddie blew one back.

In between the games, the mascots were running up and down the stairs, trying to entertain kids and everyone else. You got many photos with different mascots, including Bernie, Iceburgh, and Louie.

"Carlton," Elias whined.

"I don't know where Carlton is, bud. We'll find him." You reassured, pressing a kiss to his head as the second period of Freddie's game started.

Gritty made an appearance, and Elias shoved his face into your neck the entire time.

After all three games were over, the Metro division was crowned the winner, and Claude was named MVP, you gathered your stuff and headed down to the tunnel with Ryanne.

"Carlton." Elias reminded you.

"I know, we'll find him." You nodded.

"I gotta do some post-game stuff," Freddie informed you.

You were about to say something, but Elias beat you to it, "Carlton." He stated again.

"I know, we'll find him, buddy. Calm down." Elias raised his arms, signaling he wanted Freddie to hold him. You handed Elias off to Freddie, "Be good." He nodded with a happy smile. You kissed his head and waved them off as they walked into the media room.

"Freddie, this is your 2nd All-Star appearance, correct?"

"Yeah." He nodded.

"How is this time around different than the last one?"

"Well, I got to bring this one along with me for the ride, so that was a big game-changer." He ran a hand through Elias' hair, "Having my family there with me was pretty cool. Getting to experience it with them was pretty awesome." He nodded.

Elias yanked on Freddie's sleeve, wanting attention, "Carlton." Elias stated again.

"You wanna see Carlton? We'll see him after this." Freddie reassured, kissing his head and going back to answering questions..

"No, daddy," Elias whined.

"We'll see him after this." Freddie grabbed the water bottle next to the microphone and opened it, "Here." Elias took a sip before he was back to bother his father.

"Carlton." He whined.

Freddie chuckled, shaking his head, "I'm sorry, we have to go find Carlton the Bear." Freddie set Elias on the ground, and Elias was off running, prompting Freddie to run after him.

"Slow down. Don't run." Freddie hollered. Elias slowed down and turned around with a pout, "Don't be sad, buddy. We're gonna go find Carlton."

It took a few minutes and lots of turning corners and walking down long hallways, but Carlton was located and a meltdown was avoided, "Look, Eli, who's that?" Freddie pointed to the big polar bear.

"Carlton!" The boy cheered, clapping his hands and wiggling to be put down.

"Look at that, a happy ending." You joked as you watched Elias' giddy face as Carlton "talked" to him.

"This is probably the highlight of his weekend."

"Probably." You shrugged.

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frederikandersen31 the pool was a highlight for elias. that and meeting carlton.

canesfan i think it’s safe to say elias andersen is carlton, the bear’s humber 1 fan 😭

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Celebration Done Right - Frederik Andersen

you were convinced the universe had it out for you. fred was too, all he wanted was after he had a damn good game, to come home and have a proper celebration. aka: the three times you couldn't celebrate with freddie, and the one time you finally did.

contains: fluff, angst, mentions of a head cold, cuss words, smut (minors DNI 18+), school teacher reader, fem!reader, period/menstruation, basically anything that you could put in a fic i did just that. enjoy.

word count: 4,671 (took my time lol)

tagging: @mandypants95 @nylwnder @lorrmorr @leafs-lover @owenpowerstapejob @jacksharlows @nolannpatrickk @hugheshugs

the first time:

You were convinced that the universe hated you. Whoever was controlling the sky and the stars, hated you. Because if that weren’t the case, you would have a front row seat in the PNC arena right now instead of sitting on your couch. You would be sitting where Fred could just look over and see you through the glass while you wore his jersey. But instead you were lying in pity on the couch, a ton of used tissues surrounding you as you struggled to breathe through your nose.

But you still watched. Your eyes were still glued to the tv as Fred stopped the pucks, as he played his heart out. With each passing minute the nerves died down inside you, the pit in your stomach starting to disappear. Even though your focus was on Fred most of the time, it was still a great game to watch.

With every passing minute the game got better and better. You found yourself counting down the minutes in intermission until the next period would start, looking forward to seeing what the team was going to do next.

While you watched it became clear to you that this team was going to be good. You knew that Carolina was good, you watched them in the playoffs last season and you were just as impressed then as you were now.

But that doesn’t necessarily make you feel any better. Your head hurts from coughing and blowing your nose. Your throat hurts from being swollen. Your ears are ringing and your lips are chapped. No amount of Freddie close ups could make you feel better. Your body feels like it has been hit with a bag of bricks, making you moan and groan in pain.

You feel your body drift off asleep. Eyelids become heavy and your body starts to feel limp. No matter how hard you try to fight off the sleep and stay awake, by the start of the third period you were fast asleep. The remote is still in your hand as you slept on the couch.

When Fred walked through the door the television was still on, the faint sound of the NHL network playing. He called your name but heard no reply. Setting his keys and wallet down onto the counter, he looked ahead and saw you lying on the couch. Fred stepped towards you, quietly. He leaned over the couch, staring at you as you laid peacefully on the couch cushions.

Turning the television off he walked around the couch, carefully picking you up with your blanket still clinging to you. Stirring a little bit you remained asleep in his arms, as Freddie carefully took you back to your shared bedroom. Setting you down on the bed he walked to the bathroom where he quickly showered, dressing into his sweatpants and t-shirt for the night. After brushing his teeth and washing his face you were still asleep on the bed, not having moved since you were laid down.

Fred carefully slipped under the sheets, resting his head against the soft pillow he stretched out his arm, pulling you closer to him. You weren’t underneath the sheets, Fred kept the blanket on top of you that you had on the couch. He wanted to keep you close to him, even though you were sick with a head cold he still needed you close at night. It helps him sleep.

He was nearly asleep when he felt you move against him. You sat up straight, a vicious and deep cough wracking from your lungs. Turning over and reaching across Fred you grabbed a couple tissues from his bedside table, as the box you had on your side was out. He opened his eyes to you blowing your nose as best you could, trying to clear the sinus paths of gunk.

“M’ sorry i couldn’t go to your game, Freddie.” he laid his hand on your thigh as you sat up against the headboard. Looking up at you, as you resulted in breathing through your mouth until you found the energy to go to the bathroom and rub some vicks vapor on your nose.

“It’s okay, I don't want you to go if you’re not able. Hopefully in a couple days you’ll feel good enough to go,” he replied, his voice quiet and rough. He had closed his eyes again now, keeping his hand across your lap. Your hand naturally found its way to his hair, lightly coming through it and twirling the red locks in your fingers.

“S’ too bad, I wanted to celebrate with you.” he grinned, keeping his eyes closed. He knows all too well how you like to celebrate after wins. Fred would never say this out loud, but it is an extra motivator for winning. Not the main, but an extra one.

“Oh yeah?” he mumbled, raising up when you decided to forfeit the vicks vapor rub and try and get at least a few hours of sleep, sliding back down under the sheets. “We can celebrate with another win, I promise.” he rested his head on your shoulder and closed his eyes, letting your warmth lull him to sleep.

the second time:

A shutout. A 3-0 shutout with Fred in net. It had been two weeks since his first win with the team, some road games, and a thick head cold that had kept you from celebrating properly with him.

As you sat in the stands with some friends from work that you offered tickets to, Fred had himself a game. So did his teammates. They played their hearts out, giving Freddie everything they had. It was a good win for them, against a team that can be dangerous.

You were more than happy that you were able to be in attendance this time. You felt a warm rush pass through you every time Fred looked through the glass over at you, giving you a little grin through the steel bars in his goalie mask. And it made your friends giggle and some people around you turned around to see who he was looking at.

The game went by quickly. You watched them do the storm surge and stuck around to see who the three stars would be- proud that Freddie was one of them. You beamed in your seat, getting several pictures and videos of just that moment alone. You were so proud of Freddie, of how hard he worked and how he is always finding a way to get better. He makes you a better person, you’ve learned so much from him in just these past few years alone. You can’t imagine what you’re going to learn when you have the rest of your life ahead of you with him by your side.

You let your friends go and you found your way down near the locker room where you met with freddie. He was dressed in the same suit that he left in, his tie just resting over his shoulders and a few buttons undone at the top. He grinned when he saw you leaning against the painted cinder block walls, pressing a light kiss on your lips before you could even utter the word congratulations.

He kept his hand on your back as he walked with you to the parking garage, walking you to your car he still had that light grin on his face. You were sandwiched in between the driver side door and Fred. his hand on your hip and he pushed his leg in between your thighs pushing against that spot he knows makes your body feel flushed.

“So,” he started out, his eyes scanning you up and down. “We gonna celebrate tonight?” he asked, bringing his large hand to cup the side of your jaw. He was thankful that there was nobody left in the parking garage besides you two, and just a few cars from the arena staff members. And the thought crossed his mind, starting the celebration right here in the parking lot.

You opened your mouth to oppose, to remind him of something extremely important, but he put his finger over your lip to quiet you for the moment. “Ah- hold your thoughts, we gotta get out of here before I bend you over the hood of your car.” he kissed your cheek and strided over to his own car where he would get in the car and text you, wanna race? Before pulling out of the parking garage.

He beats you home, only because he was willing to run a couple red lights. Gathering your things and walking inside Freddie greets you in the kitchen. He’s taken his jacket off and he somehow looks bigger than before. His shoulders filled out the dress shirt perfectly, the cream color contrasting beautifully against his deep red hair.

Fred didn’t let you get a step past him; his arms reaching out and pulling you against his body, pressing his chest against you. He grinned, his honey colored eyes looking deeply into yours, tucking some hair behind your ears with his hand. His breath was gliding against your skin, he didn’t say anything just yet. But you knew he wanted to say just the filthiest things, tease you beyond meaning and make you sink to your knees out of habit.

He resulted in lifting you up onto the counter and spreading your legs with his hands and standing in between them. He whispered a c’mere and pressed his hand against your cheek, diving deep as his lips found yours. He hummed when he felt your tongue slip into his mouth, confirming his thoughts that you were just as needy as he was. He gripped your hips harshly, sliding you towards him on the counter with his strength.

You felt bad for what you were about to do. You never liked to leave him high and dry. “Freddie, wait,” you stopped him by pulling away for a second. His eyes were still closed when you looked at him. He could sense something was up, and he just didn’t want to hear what you had to say. “I can’t, tonight, at least.”

“Why?” he asked, in a particularly whiny tone. In the back of his head he knew why. He keeps track of your cycle in his head and if he was right you would have gotten it yesterday. But he wanted to hear you say why first before he went jumping to conclusions.

You purse your lips together before responding, “I'm on my period. I know you don’t like to…do anything but I could still help you out.” you reached down your hand to his belt and you started to tug on it, giving him a suggestive smirk. He kissed your cheek and pulled your hand away, sighing and giving you a sly smile, pushing all the dirty thoughts he had of you away.

“No, it wouldn’t be fair.” he responded while shaking his head. Fred stepped back, but kept his hands on your legs. You pouted, taking his hand in yours and giving his knuckles a kiss. He knew what you were trying to do but he wasn’t going to give in. He leaned in and kissed your nose, and then your forehead, “we can just do something in a few days. Maybe I'll get another shutout, then we can do that thing I wanted to try.”

You grinned and raised your eyebrows, trying to tug him back to you. “Thing? What thing?” he chuckled at you and gave you a horrible grin, one that you know all too well.

“You’ll see.”

the third time:

This was almost your last straw. A stupid, annoying, dare you say unnecessary teaching conference. On a weekend where Freddie was set to start both games. On paper the games were going to be easy, there was no reason for him and the rest of his team to lose.

“Are you sure you have to go? Is there not gonna be some makeup conference you can go to?” he grumbled, sounding like a little boy. This really wasn’t how Fred envisioned his first few weeks into the new season to go. His fiancee missed over half his games already, and when he comes home after a win the only way he’s been able to celebrate was a little makeout session and that’s it. Call him selfish or lewd, but he just wants to have sex with you.

Closing and zipping up your suitcase you went to stand in front of him on the bed. Cupping his face you gave him a kiss, and he tried to make it deeper but you pulled away, only making him groan in protest. “I am sure, I'm sorry. But it’s only a three day trip, surely you can survive three days without me.”

“I can’t, I'll die. I’ll die here alone and you’re gonna feel so terrible when you come back, and then I'm gonna haunt you for the rest of your life.” he joked, kissing your hands in between words occasionally. “When I marry you, I'm never letting you leave the house.” His cocky words cause you to laugh through your nose and roll your eyes at him. “‘M serious, you are never leaving my side. Ever.”

He kissed you again but you pulled away quickly. He shrugged loudly and fell back on the bed while you put your travel bag on top of the suitcase and rolled it out to the car. Eventually he made his way downstairs and gave you a hug goodbye, ordering you to drive safe and text him when you arrived.

Though it was only a short three hour drive to the place where the conference was being held, he still wanted to make sure you were safe. Fred was protective of you, mostly because he felt like he had to be. There were a few incidents back in Toronto where you felt unsafe, one time a guy tried to drag you back to a dark hallway, and another time where he lost you in a crowd and found a person trying to woo you away. Fred felt a need to have you around him at all times, as much as he could. Not only to keep you safe, but to keep himself sane.

You did as told, texting him once you arrived at the hotel. The actual conference itself didn’t start until the next morning at eight, but you didn’t want to wake up at four in the morning to drive there, so it was just best that you left when you did.

It was about time for his game to start, so while you unpacked and got a bath ready you had the game going on in the background. You’ve learned over the years being with Fred, that hockey makes great background noise for getting things done. When the postmate delivered your food you ate dinner and watched, intently focusing on all that he was doing.

It fascinated you, all that Freddie did. How he was able to switch positions on a dime to save that little puck from going into his net. He kept his head on a swivel, his eyes constantly moving. It took great skill, great concentration, incredible focus to do what he did. There were times where you would even get stressed, and all you were doing was watching from the stands. It always baffled you how he looked and remained so calm. The game could be on his shoulders, and he is still cool as a cucumber.

The third period was about to start and the game was tied at two a piece. This is when things always stress you out. A tie game going into a third period. Fred had already been playing well, but now he had to play to his best ability. His team, his coaches, all had complete trust in him. You had trust in him. But that never stopped you from pulling out your hair and chewing on the drawstrings of your hoodie.

But as the clock wound down, with a few more minutes to go and inching closer to overtime- one of the cane’s slapshots went past the other goalie and hit nylon. You squealed and smiled, already typing out your congratulations text to Freddie so that he can see it when he gets in the locker room. Waiting to see if they named him one of the stars, you were proud that he was the third.

Shortly after the game and after you had eaten your dinner, you ran yourself a bath to soothe yourself in preparation for the exhausting next two days. You loved your job, you loved pouring your heart into the next generation of kids and teaching them; planting seeds of knowledge and interest in each one of them. But that being said, conferences were your kryptonite. It was understandable that they were necessary and that they were for the better, but the ache in your back and the gnawing in your forehead were not.

“Mm, I was waiting for your call. Good game honey,” you answered the phone, voice quiet and silky smooth. Holding the phone up to your ear, listening to him talk about the game and how he felt about it. Raving about his teammates, how much happier he feels here in Raleigh than he did just a few months ago back in Toronto.

“I miss you bad, Y/N,” you heard him sigh- he’s probably sitting on the couch watching sports center with a glass of wine or scotch on the coffee table in front of him, his free hand probably palming himself through his pants, probably wishing it was yours instead of his. This is all from assuming how low and seductive his tone was. “I can’t wait til you’re home.”

“I know, me too Freddie. Can’t wait to feel you,” you hear him groan on the other side of the phone. He mutters a few cuss words underneath his breath and you can only imagine what he’s doing on the other side of the phone. “I already got a headstart on you, though.”

“Fuck- how’s that?”

“The bathtub has a detachable water faucet, but your hand feels much better. But it felt so good to finally cum after a few weeks. Y’know, first with me being sick, my period, you being out of town now me being out of town. Might even do it again just thinking about you.”

You bite your lip after you finished speaking, your other hand going underneath the warm water to cup your sex and rub yourself there. Eyes rolling back in your head, imagining it was his hand and not your own. That usually did the trick most of the time, but now that you’re on the phone with him, it helped you out even more.

Neither of you announced your release, a few halfhearted sentences were mumbled and the two of you gasped at a period in between the words. Your cunt was now sensitive, but nothing compared to how you feel after Fred does to it as he pleases. You’re left raw, red, and shaking. The main difference, after you help yourself out, you can walk.

“This doesn’t count as celebrating, by the way.” he mentioned after grabbing a tissue from the coffee table and cleaning himself off.

“Agreed.”

the plus one:

It was set. Fred had just won his seventh game in a row, and he was already on the freeway driving home. He was the first one out of the media room when all of the questions had been asked. He was the first one in his car, and the first one out of the parking lot. He had one thing on his mind and that was fucking you until the sun came up.

You heard the door open and his quick footsteps up the stairs towards the bedroom. He opened it and took in the breathtaking sight set before him- you in lingerie, a sheer robe over your shoulders, smooth and silky skin, ready to be fucked. He loved it.

“Okay- you’re not sick?” he asked, stepping toward you taking off his jacket and toeing off his shoes, “you’re not on your period?” he unbuttoned his shirt a ways while you slowly started on his pants, “and you’re not leaving early in the morning?”

“I’m not sick,” you pull off his belt and unzip his dress slacks, “I'm not on my period,” you took your hands against his chest and ran them over his shoulders, pushing the shirt off his body, “and I'm not going anywhere. I’m here, you have me however you want.”

It was like something took over his body. He didn’t register anything, he acted out of pure instinct. He pushed you back toward the bed, his hand placed on your neck as his lips found yours. Freddie pushed his tongue into your mouth and closed his eyes. You let him take control, you wanted him to take control.

You wrapped your leg around his waist while his lips traveled to your exposed neck, his wet lips leaving open mouthed kisses on your hot skin. He focused on every kiss he did. There was an intent with each one he planted, a sense of passion with each press of his lips. His hands touched every part of your body. He was making up for lost time; even if it was just two or three weeks, it felt like a lifetime to him. Freddie was a starved man.

Getting to the good stuff, he kisses right above the waistband of your underwear. Right above the lace hem. His fingers find their way to your hips and he pulls down the thin material (that might as well have been seen through) and smiles against your skin. God, he could smell you. He wanted you so bad.

Fred pushed you further up the mattress to have a better angle. You, out of habit, put your legs on his shoulders and let him get nestled in his favorite place to be. The tip of his nose rubbed against your clit and it made you gasp, digging the back of your head into the mattress and your back arching off the bed. Your hands were already tugging at his hair, pulling, guiding him to where you wanted him most.

His tongue lapped at you like a dog in summer heat, drinking up all the water in the bowl. He was lost in you, the way you tasted on his tongue put him in a trance. He almost becomes a different person when he fucks, too. A more seductive, charming, and dare you say, darker person. He gets this certain look in his eye that makes you go feral. It makes you chase that high even more.

While he slips his tongue into your hole you spread your legs a little wider, already feeling that coil in your stomach. Just when you were about to fucking cum he pulls away. But he doesn’t take his eyes off your already raw cunt, keeping your thighs spread he spits onto your core and dives right back in. licking a thick stripe from your asshole allt heway to your clit he shakes his head back and forth, getting you to cum on his tongue almost right away.

The tip of his tongue flicks at your clit, and for just a second his eyes peek up to see what you’re doing. He gets even harder when his eyes look at both your hands grabbing your boobs. He smiles against your pussy, then wraps his lips around your clit and sucks. The moan that it causes - every fucking time - never gets old. It’s loud, it’s hot, it’s pornographic. It’s one that he wants to record and have it play on repeat every single day. Maybe he might, one of these days.

Fred pulls away after your second orgasm and looks you over. There’s a little grin on your face that he just adores. He pulls down the cups of your bra and lets your breasts free, but before he pays attention to them he says “open” with his hand forcing your mouth to open. He spits a drop of his saliva mixed with your honey into your mouth and you giggle, swallowing what he gives you.

Your core is still tingling- both from the orgasms and from how his beard rubbed against your softer skin there. He had let it grow a little thicker, and you have no complaints. You prefer it that way.

“What do you want next?” he asked, dropping his pants and his boxers, leaving him completely naked to you. You smirked, leaning on your elbows and staring up at him as he got on the bed on his knees, his hands tracing over your body.

“I want your cock baby- i want it so fucking bad, please give it to me, give it to me hard.” your words pushed him further into the trance. He swiped his hand across your cunt to get it nice and wet and pumped himself a few times, making sure that he wasn’t going in dry. You’re like a vice grip around him, squeezing his fat cock so fucking tight that he has to take a second to breathe.

“Feel fuckin’ amazing baby, fuck, goddamn you feel so good,” he threw his head back and shoved himself deeper inside you, letting himself get fully immersed in the euphoria of it all. Fred fell deeper into the high headspace he always slipped into when he fucked you. When he was six inches deep inside you, the tip of his dick rubbing against your g spot like it was his day job.

Your and Fred's moans filled the room. The slapping of skin, the sound of his cock pumping in and out of your tight hole, it was downright filthy. His hands gripped your sides with such force you knew there was going to be purple spots there. He was hitting it so hard you could feel your hips bruising there. But you didn’t care. It felt great. It felt wonderful, to finally have a release by him instead of your own hand and some water faucet with half ass water pressure.

He felt you squeeze on his cock and that was almost his last straw. He wrapped his hand around your throat - not too tight - and forced eye contact. “Cum with me baby, cum on my fuckin’ cock, do it,” he demanded, causing a light grin to form on your lips. He sped up his hip thrusts and with one…two…three…four more your eyes were rolling back in your head and your legs were shaking, closing in around Fred's torsy and your heels digging into his body. Your nails were raking down his skin, surely leaving marks for the next couple of days.

He continued to fuck through your orgasm, now that he’s held off for so long he’s ready for his own release too. You help him out, turning your head to kiss at his temple and tug on the shorter hairs, squeezing your cunt around him to help him cum. He moaned, giving you warnings and holding you down against the mattress while he used you for his little hole to put his cum.

“Holy…fucking shit Y/N- fuck me,” fred groaned when he finally put his cum inside you. Deep, hot, thick inside you. “Goddamn,” he breathed out, pressing his head against your chest and closing his eyes, forming his lips together and placing delicate kisses on your skin that has a thin layer of sweat on it.

He reached behind you and unclasped your bra, taking it off you and tossing it to the floor. Fred ran a hand through his thick hair and looked you over before pulling out, some of his thick mess spilling out along with his cock. “That,” he sighed and leaning forward to kiss your lips softly, “was a celly done right, my love.”

・。♡.・゜✭・.・✫・゜✭・。. ♡・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜♡・。

- thank you for reading! i hope you enjoyed. sorry it took me so long to get it posted! feedback and comments, etc, are always appreciated! also if i made a typo/spelling mistake please let me know.

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miracleonice87 · 2 years

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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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prettyboybarzal · 3 years

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Good For You

A/N: Another self-indulgent Freddie fic <3 Just felt like part one needed a part two! So here she is. Enjoy and let me know what y’all think, as always :)

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: An age gap and smut

Part One // Masterlist

Freddie thinks you’re too young for him, but you let him call you up for no-strings-attached sex anyway.

It happens for the first time about a week after the start of his season. He’s sore and needy, and you’re the person he thinks of because ever since he fucked you in Arizona, he hasn’t been able to think about anyone else. The sight of his name flashing across your phone screen throws you into a tailspin and after the third ring, you finally pick up.

“Hello?”

“Are you busy?”

“No, I was just cleaning up dinner.”

“You should come over.”

He hears you sigh and he knows that you’re thinking about saying no, but he’s sure he’ll combust if you do, so he jumps in again to stop you.

“I’ll come to you.”

You let him in no more than twenty minutes later, shaking in anticipation for what’s to come as he shrugs his jacket off and slings it over a stool at your kitchen counter. And then his hands are on you and he’s placing you on the counter so he can slot himself between your thighs.

“I’ve been thinking about you every day since Arizona.”

He undresses you between kisses and spreads you out on the counter before kneeling between your thighs and eating you like you’re his last meal. He works you through three orgasms and stimulates you until his name becomes one with the curses and moans falling from your lips and you’re pulling at his hair to get him to stop.

He takes you on the living room couch later that night, rough and frenzied. His massive hand on the base of your neck, cheek pressed against the cushions as he fucks you into them.

“Fucking you is the best and worst decision I’ve ever made,” he grunts as he fills you up, free hand gripping your ass. “You’re addicting.”

He’s addicting, you decide after he leaves with a kiss against your forehead. You watch him disappear down the hall, legs aching, body shaking, and you know it won’t be the last you see of him. You have a feeling you’ll be seeing a lot more of each other, and true to his word, he’s back for more before you know it, like an addict.

The moment you open the apartment to him, he’s kissing you.

“Freddie, this is becoming a bad habit,” you murmur against his lips as he walks you backwards towards your bedroom. He huffs against your lips before pulling away.

“What about this is bad?”

His lips ghost the skin of your neck and you sigh happily, tilting your head to the side to give him more skin to kiss. His hands engulf your entire ass as he presses you up against the wall. Your hands curl into his hair, tugging on the strands lightly as he kisses down to the valley of your breasts.

He places your feet back on the ground and pulls your thong and leggings off, kicking them down the hall once you’ve removed them. Your hands make quick work of his belt buckle and jeans, but he only lets them fall to his ankles before he’s pushing you back up against the wall and entering you.

Your gasp fills the room and he gives you a minute to adjust before he’s pulling out and thrusting back into you. One hand rests above your head while the other grips your waist, keeping you steady against the wall.

“You like when I fuck you like this?” he asks, even though he knows the answer. Of all the women he’s been with, you’re the dirtiest. That’s part of the reason he keeps finding himself crawling back to you, among other things that he hasn’t quite unpacked yet.

“So much,” you moan. “Fuck me harder, Fred.”

He sucks marks into your neck and against your collarbone as he slams into you. Your moans fill the room, whining and whimpering until you reach your high. It doesn’t take long, seeing as your pinned against the wall with him surrounding you. With a few more thrusts, your pussy is pulsing around him and he’s filling you up, teeth scraping your neck as he groans against your skin.

When he finally pulls out, Freddie places you gently on the ground and pulls up his jeans. He’s blushing all over, smiling to himself as he watches you retrieve your clothing from the floor. He presses you back against the wall once your dressed and meets you in the middle with a filthy open-mouthed kiss because he just doesn’t know how to keep his hands off you. He wonders if he ever will.

“I love fucking you,” he admits. “More than you even know.”

Freddie thinks you’re too young for him, but you end up as his plus-one to a Leafs event anyway.

It’s not a great idea, but after Auston suggests it over dinner one night, Freddie can’t seem to shake the idea from his head, so he asks you to come.

But, that’s not the extent of it and he ends up finding a dress a few weeks before the event while he’s shopping for himself. He tries to talk himself out of buying it for you, only to find himself buying it the next day. It’s silk with thin straps and a slit up the leg. He can practically picture it on you and can’t help the smirk that comes to his lips when he thinks about taking it off.

You arrive home to it a day later and find yourself speechless after slipping it on. It’s just right for you, in every way, and you feel seen by Freddie. You feel like he gets you in a way that no one ever has before. Scenarios fill your head of the two of you together, hand-in-hand, kissing in front of his teammates and his bosses. You find yourself hoping they’ll come to fruition when he brings you to the gala.

You snap a picture of yourself in the mirror and send it to him and you’re satisfied when he texts back: I can’t wait to take that dress off you.

The event arrives and the moment you pull up to the banquet hall, you’re regretting the decision to come.

“Are you sure about this?” you ask in front of the banquet hall. He looks confused by the question, but then he smiles.

“Of course,” he answered nonchalantly. “It’ll be fun.”

You manage to evade the media scrum outside the event, having been swept up by Steph after getting out of the limo, and you wait for Freddie at the bar. When he enters the room, he searches for you and you watch, basking in the feeling of being wanted by him. His eyes finally land on you and a smile reaches his eyes as you wave the glass of liquor you’d bought for him in the air.

“Thank you,” he whispers as he steps up to you. His large hand settles against your back and he tugs you against his body, mere inches separating your lips. You hope he’ll kiss you. This is the moment you spent your nights daydreaming about, embarrassingly enough, but then he pulls away and you’re left feeling deflated

“Mr. Frederik Andersen.”

A man in a tailored suit steps up to shake his hand and you have a sneaking suspicion as to why he pulled away from you now. Freddie greets him, then his wife, and then the man looks at you.

“And this must be your significant other.”

“Oh, no,” Freddie speaks, brushing off the mistake a little too easily. “This is a good friend of Auston’s, and myself.”

You swallow thickly, pride getting caught in your throat on the way down. There was a moment, a pause between Auston’s name and his, like he doesn’t want to admit there’s something there between the two of you. He places his hand on the small of your back once more. It feels foreign, like it doesn’t belong there, and you want to jerky away from him, but you grin and bear it for the sake of the event.

For the rest of the night, he charms everyone in the room while you sit at the table. You feel like you don’t belong, and maybe you don’t because Freddie’s done an awful job at making you feel welcome.

His eyes don’t ever really leave you throughout his orbit of the room, but he looks away for a moment when the DJ calls attention to the dance floor for the last slow dance of the night. When he looks over to your table in hopes that you’ll dance with him, you’re not there and he catches sight of you slipping through the doors to the hallway.

He rushes out to the hall to catch you.

“Baby.”

“Oh, I’m baby now,” you murmur to yourself. “Not Auston’s friend.”

“Where’ve you been all night, huh?” he asks, pressing you against the wall with his hips, clearly not having heard what you muttered. He’s smiling, but he sees the unhappiness in your features. He leans in to kiss you only to be shoved away. “What are you worried about? No one’s even out here to see us.”

“I don’t want to kiss you in public,” you growl, ducking beneath his arm and disappearing into the bathroom.

You avoid him through your cab ride to the club and ignore him at the bar. Everyone notices how cold you’re being towards him because it’s unusual, even he expects you to land in his lap at some point. And you know that he’s still watching you while deep in conversation with Mitch and Morgan a few steps away, he’s still wondering what to do about the situation he’s found himself in.

“Fred’s in the dog house with his girl.”

“She’s not my girl, Mitchy.”

“Oh, c’mon,” Morgan scoffed. “You’ve been together for a bit, no?”

“We’ve just been sleeping together. She’s too young for me.”

He thinks his voice is low enough, but there’s a lull in the conversation you’re having with Steph that allows you to hear it. She sees your ears perk up and your eyebrows draw together and worry etches across her features.

“Let’s get another drink,” she suggests. But you’re sure that another drink would send you over the edge, so you decline, saying that you’d rather get ready to head home. While she scampers back to Mitch, you gather your things.

“Where are you going?”

Freddie’s just a step and a half away from you, eyebrows creased in concern as you stuff your phone into your purse. You don’t even spare him a glance over your shoulder as you answer.

“Home.”

“Without me?”

“Yeah, Fred, without you,” you growl, finally turning to glare at him. You march off, leaving Freddie in your dust to digest the words thrown at him, but he finds you again on the sidewalk.

“What’s wrong with you tonight?”

“I’m just not doing this with you anymore,” you announced, waving a hand between you. “You seem to think you’re the only one calling the shots here, Freddie, but I have feelings too! You can’t just come over and use me, fuck me, and then go around telling people that I’m too young for you. I’m not just somewhere to put your dick.”

Your words make his blood run cold and then he’s reaching for you desperately, but you step out of his grasp completely and his hands drop to his sides.

“And seeing as how poorly you’ve handled this situation, I am positive that despite the years between us, even I might be too mature for you,” you growl. “Goodbye, Fred.”

Freddie thinks you’re too young for him, but why should he give a fuck anyway?

That’s the conclusion he’s come to after being without you for almost a month.

He’s out on a date with a woman just a few months younger than him and he’s bored. He can’t help but imagine what it would be like to have you sitting across from him. He knows he’d be laughing, he knows you’d be trying to turn him on beneath the table, and he knows that he’d make love to you for the rest of the night after that.

Except he can’t have any of that because he fucked up, but the thought of you with him is all consuming and he ends up driving to your apartment after the date to try and salvage your relationship anyway.

“I want you.”

Those three words smack you in the face the moment you open the door to him.

“I said I don’t want to sleep with you anymore, Freddie.”

“I want you more than that,” he speaks, taking another step into the apartment. You press a hand against his chest and lightly shove him back into the hallway. He tosses his hands up in frustration before carding his fingers through his hair. “C’mon, YN, will you listen to me?”

“I’m listening.”

You hope that he can’t see through your glare. It’s hard to keep up a front when he’s standing in front of you for the first time in a month and he looks like that. His sleeves are rolled to his elbows and the pants he’s wearing are the type that hug his thighs and ass perfectly. You could climb him like a tree, and if you’re not careful, you would do it before he even began to grovel.

“I’m an idiot.”

“Good start.”

“I don’t know what I was thinking,” he sighs. “I don’t know why I let you go. I was on a date tonight and I just couldn’t stop thinking about you. She wasn’t you. I couldn’t do it.”

There’s a pause and Freddie could hear his heart pounding in his ears, hoping you’d be willing to forgive him.

“Freddie, you could date hundreds of women, older than me, younger than me, older than you, the same age as you,” you list. “But you will never find someone exactly like me. Do you get that?”

“Trust me, I do,” he murmurs, stepping forward as if he’s suddenly absolved of all the bullshit. You take another step backwards, keeping the distance between you, and he groans, head thrown back in frustration. Then, he drops to his knees right in the doorway. “C’mon, baby, what do I have to do?”

“Fred, get up.”

“I’m begging here, sweetheart,” he coos in a soft voice. You roll your eyes, a laugh spilling out of your mouth involuntarily. And then he’s wrapping his arm around your leg and placing a kiss on the inside of your knee before creating a path of kisses up your thigh.

“I have neighbors!” you scold, a little pathetically, but a little frantically as you glance down the hall. When you look down at him again, see his blue eyes gazing up at you from between your legs, feel his breath fan across your core over your shorts, it sends a wave of goosebumps over your body.

“Let me in and I’ll make it up to you.”

You yank him up by the forearm and he comes stumbling along with you into the apartment, your lips meeting for the first time in a month.

“You have a lot of groveling to do.”

“This is just a start, okay?” he asks, hands finding their way beneath your shirt. “I’ll make it up to you a hundred different ways, or in a hundred different positions, whatever you want.”

“I just want you.”

He throws you over his shoulder and carries you down to your bedroom, dropping you square onto the mattress where he looms over you, lips finding yours once more.

“Let me show you how good you are for me,” he whispers. “How good we are for each other.”

He kisses down your neck, fingers toying with the hem of your t-shirt until he’s got it up and over your head. Your bra goes next and you moan as he sucks on your breasts. He continues peppering kisses along your stomach until his fingers curl beneath the band of your shorts and they join the shirt on the floor.

“Cute,” he remarks at the bow on the front of your lace panties. You blush, hand covering your face to hide it, and then you gasp because he’s placed a kiss against the cotton covering your core.

“Fuck, Freddie.”

He tugs the panties down and tosses them on the floor with your other clothes. His tongue begins to massage your folds a moment later and you squirm at the sudden contact. Freddie drops an arm over your waist to keep you from moving, adjusting himself so your legs are over his shoulders.

He inserts two fingers into your cunt to work in tandem with his tongue and you grip the sheets at the added pressure, back arching in pleasure. He moves his fingers slow to start and then begins fucking you with them, faster and harder and soon, you’re gripping the sheets, back arching in pleasure.

He sucks your clit, licks your folds, and curls his fingers in your pussy until your screaming, until you squirt into his mouth and your wet is dripping down his chin. Your chest is heaving when he pulls away with a smile.

“I didn’t know you could do that.”

“Me neither.”

He crawls back up to loom over you and kisses you slowly, tongue swiping along your bottom lip before he tugs it between his teeth.

“Why are you still clothed?”

“This is all about you,” he answers, kisses peppering along your collarbone and neck while you catch your breath. He pulls away and gazes at you playfully. “Should I not be clothed?”

“Well, I don’t know how you’re going to fuck me with your clothes still on.”

He laughs gruffly and then sucks in a deep breath as your fingers find his belt buckle. His pants are kicked off the bed moments later and you kiss as his shirt is unbuttoned and shrugged off his shoulders. Your hands dance along his skin, curling around his shoulders and tracing his muscles. It feels surreal to have him again, hovering over you as you kiss softly. It feels even better when he enters you slowly, softly.

Freddie can’t believe he ever thought he could live without you. How stupid of him to care about the difference of age when you were so perfect, so special, so you?

“Fred, I missed you,” you sigh as he rolls his hips with yours, both of you on the edge of desire. He sighs into your neck.

“You have no idea, YN.”

Your orgasms come quicker than they ever have before and you’re seeing stars within minutes. He fucks you through both of your highs, lips only leaving yours for a moment to moan into your skin as he cums. He rolls off you after, but his arm wraps around your shoulders to pull you with him so your head rests against his chest.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, pressing a kiss against your forehead. You responded with a content hum, wrapping your arm around his waist tighter. “I’m an idiot. You’re everything to me.”

“Is now a bad time to tell you that you’re too old for me?” you tease. He sits up immediately to glare at you. When you start giggling, he rolls his eyes and flips you onto your stomach. His lips skirt over your shoulders to your ear where he takes your lobe between his teeth before pulling away to whisper in your ear.

“Too old, huh? Do you need me to remind you how loud I can get you to scream my name?”

“Please, daddy,” you whimper, pressing your naked ass against his bulge. He groans and you know that you’ve got him right where you want him, and he’s not going anywhere anytime soon. Freddie’s yours and you’re his, and there’s nothing that can come between the two of you—not even a couple of years.

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Behind Closed Doors

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Summary/Request: Can I request a fic where Auston is in love with the reader but so is Freddie and the reader has feelings for Fred so they date in secret as to not hurt Auston but he finds out when he catches them together or something 😅 *edit* would it be possible to make the reader really shy and quiet and possibly a little bit innocent and Fred thinks Auston only likes her because he wants to corrupt her or something like that

Warning: fluff, angst

Author’s Note: So, I decided to do this in kind of a “timeline” set up. So we start with them all meeting each other and then see how Auston fell for the reader and how Freddie and the reader started a relationship and how/why they decided to keep it a secret which made the fic REALLY long. About three quarters of the way through, I thought about splitting it up but didn’t so... it’s just really long. ALSO! I’m pretty sure credit for this GIF goes to @moto-leafs but I originally found it on Google Image Search and that link took me to Pinterest so I could be wrong. If I am, please correct me! But I mean, look at that GIF -- so much anger, I had to use it. Lastly, I just want to point out that I know nothing about the Raptors or basketball in general and, to be honest, I have no interest in learning anything about it. I apologize if the players I referred to are not good players or that they’re not actually currently on the team (I looked up the Roster and just randomly picked names.) Lastly, to anon, I already had most of the fic written when you sent in your ask so I’m not sure if I was able to completely fulfill it. Still, I hope you enjoy it! Stay Golden, loves! <3

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Auston’s P.O.V

The Raptors game was disappointing. It started out great but late in the third quarter, they gave up their lead and ended up losing by 20.

“Well...” Freddie sighed, “what do you wanna do?”

“Ugh,” you groaned, “I don’t know , I j--” Your attention was stolen by the scent of coconut passing you by and you tried to find who it belonged to, your eyes landing on a group of girls giggling near the exit. “Follow them” you said under your breath

“Huh?” Freddie replied, drawing your attention back to him

“Sorry,” you said before quickly making your way to the group of girls that held your attention, “follow them.” You repeated to Freddie as your feet began to move

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” he laughed, “we can’t just go following a group of girls. That’s a little creepy, don’t you think?”

“Then let’s go talk to them...” you sighed, “that’s all I meant. They just smell so damn good...”

“What?” Fred scoffed

“Just.. follow me.” You came up behind the girls, listening to them laugh with each other, and leaned down to greet them. “Hi,” you said happily, standing up straight when they turned to you, “I’m Auston. This is Freddie.”

“Hi,” one of them said, “I’m Lily”

“Shirley,” another introduced herself before laughing, “my parents were big fans of Shirley Temple”

“Gabby” another said with a smile

“Tracy” the next one greeted and you were soon met with the eyes of the last girl of the group. Catching the scent from earlier and waiting for her to speak

“Hi,” she smiled shyly, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, “I’m (Y/N), it’s nice to meet you both...”

“We’re sorry for just.. kind of stalking you guys,” Freddie chuckled, “we just wanted to say hi. And see if you wanted to join us for some drinks?” The girls looked back and forth between each other before Lily agreed for all of them

“We’ll grab our own ride and follow you there?” she said

“Or we could all just walk over” you suggested

“Well...” Gabby chimed in, “what bar are you taking us to?”

“There’s a place called the Loose Moose. I’ve heard it’s a good vibe”

“It’s a short walk” Tracy said

“And it’s not too cold out” (Y/N) added with a shrug

“I like it. It’s like we’ll have bodyguards” Shirley joked

“Alright then! I guess that’s settled” Lily laughed, gesturing for everybody to head out the exit.

“So what’s the plan here?” Freddie asked in a whispered tone as the two of you followed behind the group of girls, staying close so you didn’t lose them

“Don’t really have a plan,” you replied, “just thought we’d hang out...”

“That’s it?” he scoffed, “you’ve got no thoughts?”

“What did you have in mind?” you chided

“Nothing,” he chuckled, holding his hands up in defence, “I just thought that you’d have something in mind. You know... since you were the one who wanted us to ‘follow them’”

“Like I said, I just thought we’d hang out. Have some drinks, laugh a little. No ulterior motives” you confessed. You both listened to see if you could hear either of the girls talking about you, trying not to be too obvious, but when (Y/N) turned her head to look at you, you both jerked your heads away; watching her smile before whispering something to her friend.

“So...” she started, “why us?”

“What do you mean?” you asked with a smirk, catching Freddie watching you as she spoke, leading you to train your eyes forward

“Oh come on!” she scoffed dramatically, “don’t think that we don’t know who you are. We’re not dumb enough not to realize that you’re Auston Matthews and Frederik Andersen of the Toronto Maple Leafs” she smiled as she gestured enthusiastically, keeping relatively close to the two of you, your arms rubbing against each other every so often. “But why did you pick us? Why did you come over and ask us to get drinks with you guys?”

“Fair enough,” Freddie smiled, grabbing her attention before you could, “we couldn’t help it. We saw you all from across the room and we got a little... entranced.”

“Entranced?” she giggled, turning her body ever so toward Freddie, “really, that’s what you’re going with?”

“Yeah, I think it is” Freddie smirked. You watched as the two locked eyes, leaving you to direct them through the crowd, never feeling like more of a third wheel in your life.

It was strange, to you, that two professional athletes would want to take you and your girls out for a drink but then you thought to yourself: five of us, two of them, they’re probably just playing the odds. So, when Lily agreed to go to the bar, you couldn’t exactly think of a reason to say no.

“They’re cute!” Shirley whispered to you as you walked arm in arm down the sidewalk

“Are you planning on making a move?” you smirked

“Maybe,” she replied, “are you?”

“I don’t think so” you smiled. You weren’t really the flirt of the group, you usually left that up to Lily and Tracy, and you were almost positive they were the reason Auston and Freddie approached the group anyway. That didn’t mean you couldn’t be a wing woman for them or get some answers for yourself. You looked back and caught the two laughing between themselves before jerking their heads away as if not to be caught by you, “hey, I’ll be right back okay?”

“Mhm...” Shirley hummed teasingly and you dropped your arm from hers and fell back to where the boys stood

“So...” you said as you tucked yourself between the two of them, “why us?”

“What do you mean?” Auston replied with a smirk

“Oh come on” you scoffed, switching your gaze between the two of them as you continued. “Don’t think we don’t know who you are. We’re not dumb enough not to realize that you’re Auston Matthews and Frederik Andersen of the Toronto Maple Leafs,” you smiled as you confessed something you knew they already knew, feeling Auston’s arm graze against yours every once in a while as the three of you continued walked pretty closely together. “But why did you pick us? Why did you come over and ask us to get drinks with you guys?”

“Fair enough,” Freddie smiled and you couldn’t help but be drawn to him, “we couldn’t help it. We saw you all from across the room and we got a little... entranced.”

“Entranced?” you giggled, turning your body to his, “really? That’s what you’re going with?”

“Yeah,” he smirked, “I think it is.” You tried not to stare at him, even when you heard your friends laugh or when you felt Auston’s hand on your back to direct you away from oncoming traffic on the sidewalk, but you couldn’t help it; he had you hooked.

Freddie’s P.O.V

The entirety of the night was spent trading shots and expressing how deeply disappointed you all were in the Raptors

“I CAN’T BELIEVE THEY GAVE UP THEIR LEAD SO EARLY!” Gabby exclaimed

“I can’t believe Davis missed that shot!” Shirley added

“Lowry was off tonight,” Auston sighed, “ruined the entire game”

“Now hold on,” (Y/N) interjected, “you can’t blame it all on Lowry.”

“I can’t?” he asked, raising one eyebrow and you shook your head before smiling

“It’s a team sport,” (Y/N) continued, “Watanabe and Siakam should’ve helped out their man.” You finished your beer before asking the group if they wanted another drink and everyone seemed to be empty

“Here,” Freddie called out as you walked away, “let me help you.” You placed your hand on the small of her back to let her know that you were there. As you waited for the bartender to take your long list of drink orders, you decided this was your chance to get to know her a little better, “so.. what do you do?”

“For work?” she asked, “I’m a social media content curator...” she rolled her eyes at her title

“I take it that’s not what you want to do?” you smiled and she shook her head

“No...” she sighed, “I went to school for interior design but, because I’m a millennial, everyone thought I knew what I was doing online. Spoiler alert: I have to use Google for everything I do in my job because I have no idea what’s going on” she laughed. “But I have so much student debt and the job pays well...”

“What do you want to do?” you asked

“Like what’s my dream job?” she replied and it was your turn to nod for her to continue, “I-- someday, I want to have my own company. I want to be able to design spaces for luxury hotels and million dollar homes while also breathing life into non-profit organizations like homeless shelters and food banks...” she got so excited explaining her dream that you could only watch in awe as her eyes sparkle as she shared her ideas. “I’m sorry...” she blushed, “am I talking too much? I’m talking too much, I’m sorry”

“No no no!” you exclaimed, stopping only for a second to finally order the drinks for the group. “Don’t be sorry,” you continued, “I like hearing you talk. I like hearing you get all excited, it’s exciting for me” she chuckled at your confession before walking ahead of you back to the group, sitting down across from her friends and you grabbed the open seat next to her.

“Thank you” she smiled, pushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear so you could still see her face. The night continued with more alcohol, more talking and a little bit of dancing and you kept getting closer and closer to (Y/N) but when you got too tired to keep dancing, Auston stepped in. You watched as they laughed together, swaying to the music before (Y/N) let her head fall back onto Auston’s chest, stopping when the music changed; Auston making his way toward you quickly as (Y/N) stayed back with her friends

“You should back out there,” he smiled, wiping off the sweat from his brow, “everyone’s having a lot of fun” he said as he looked back at the girls. There was a look on his face that you could tell meant he was falling for her, “god she’s somethin’ huh?”

“Who?” you questioned dumbly, hoping that he’d say someone else

“(Y/N),” he scoffed, taking a sip of water, “I mean look at her!” he exclaimed, gesturing to the girl you’d begun falling for. “That smile, that hair, the way she moves her hips. I mean, I could swear she was testing me out there” you had to stop yourself from getting offended on behalf of (Y/N), but the way Auston was talking was starting to infuriate you

“I didn’t think she was your type...” you mumbled

“She’s not, not really,” he smirked, “but I’m allowed to have a little fun. Plus, she looks so innocent... I like that”

“So, you just want to corrupt her?” you scoffed

“Corrupt her? No way!” he said, “I just wanna see how innocent she really is”

“So, you’re just gonna fuck and chuck? Really? You’re gonna be that guy?” your anger had gotten the best of you and you just snapped

“Whoa,” he replied with a chuckle, holding his hands by his shoulders in defence, “there’s nothing going on with you two right?” You looked back at where (Y/N) was on the dance floor, bopping with her friends and laughing with the people around her, before looking back at your friend and teammate. What were you supposed to say? No, I’m not into her. I don’t find the way she laughs hypnotizing. I don’t find her passion exciting. I don’t think she’s sweet. Or funny. Or smart. I’m not into her. Of course not. But of course, that would be a lie, “Freddie? Hello?..”

“Sorry...” you said, shaking your head, “have you asked her out?”

“No,” he admitted, “but the way you’re acting, I guess I just thought I’d make sure nothing was going on before I did...”

“No, nothing’s happening” you strained a smile, looking at (Y/N) before continuing, “ask her out. See what she says. See if she’s as innocent as she seems...” he smiled at you and patted you on the shoulder as he finished the water in front of him, shifting in his seat as the girls came back to the table.

“HEY!” they all exclaimed, the alcohol clearly taking effect; (Y/N) sat beside you and you tried to not get too close; leaving space for Auston to make his move. The look on her face proved that she wasn’t happy with the way you were suddenly treating her; only to be confirmed when she followed you to the bathroom

“WHAT THE HELL?!” she yelled, pushing into the bathroom and locking it behind you

“What are you doing?!” you yelled back quietly

“Why are you all of a sudden ignoring me? You’ve spent the entire night getting close to me and getting to know me and now you just decide, meh, no, I’m over it? Did you finally decide I was too boring for you? Oh, sweet little (Y/N), she’s too nice for what I’m looking for...”

“That’s not what’s going on...” you tried

“No?” she questioned, getting closer to you as she spoke, “then what is going on? Tell me, I wanna know”

“Auston,” you sighed, “he wants to... ask you out”

“So...” she huffed, “he can ask but I won’t say yes”

“Why not?” you asked

“Because, I want you to ask me out, dummy,” she laughed, “I wouldn’t have followed you in here like a lunatic if I wasn’t interested in you!” You held your breath for a second as you took in what she said, closing the space between you quickly and pushing her against the wall, letting your lips move in sync with hers. Your heavy breathing filled up the space as you were forced to pull away from each other due to the sounds of drunken bar-goers banging on the door

“He can’t know about this...” you said, adjusting your shirt and fixing your hair, “Auston” you clarified.

“I know,” she replied, wiping away her smudged lipstick from your lips before looking in the mirror to adjust herself, “don’t worry. It’ll be our little secret.”

1 Year Later

When you and Freddie started dating, you agreed to keep it a secret because it was so new that neither of you wanted to screw it up but, truly, it was a wonder that you and Freddie had never been caught, by anyone, much less by Auston with the way you two were constantly touching each other in the smallest of ways or flitting off to be alone together.

“Maybe he’ll be okay with it?” you asked between kisses, continuing the conversation you’d had with Fred about Auston earlier, “it’s been a year...”

“He won’t be okay with it,” Freddie chuckled, moving his lips to your neck to leave trails of kisses over your skin, “he talks about you every time he sees you, every time you leave the room” you groaned in reply, distracted by the feeling of his tongue against your skin.

“Why do you want to tell him so badly?” he asked, pulling away suddenly, his hands lightly on your hips, and scrunched his eyebrows together

“I hate sneaking around...” you admitted, “I love you, Fred, but I hate lying. We’ve all become so close and the more time that goes by, the more he’ll feel like we betrayed him”

“Is that what you think?” he asked and you nodded, pouting in response, “no matter when we tell him, he’ll think we betrayed him. Because I told him I wasn’t interested and then I lied; he asked you out, you declined, he still decided he’d try to get you to fall for him”

“So what do we do?” you sighed

“We keep doing what we’re doing,” he smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close to his chest, “don’t get caught.”

“What happens when we finally do get caught?” you questioned, cocking your eyebrow

“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it...”

“Freddie...”

“What do you want me to say?” he threw his head back, dropping his hands from your waist to run them through his hair, “that, in order to throw Auston off, you should go on a date with him?”

“What?” you scoffed, “you really think that would work?” you leaned in and whispered, seriously considering the option

“I wasn’t serious!” he exclaimed, raising your arms in annoyance

“I don’t want to use him,” you said, hopping down from the counter where you were, “but maybe if we go on a date and he realizes that we’re not.. compatible, then he’ll drop it and we’ll be able to be together. Honestly. Without hiding.”

“(Y/N), baby,” he smiled, “you don’t need to worry about using him. Or being compatible. He’ll find a way to make you compatible so he can use you”

“He’s not going to use me...” you scoffed

“Yes he is” he scoffed back

“I don’t think so” you teased

“Baby, you forget. I know him. He talks to me. He told me what he wanted from you the night we all met,” you confessed, “Plus, he’s charming... He’ll find a way to get exactly what he wants without you realizing he’s doing it”

“You’re charming,” you smiled, grabbing his waist and pulling him close to you so you could wrap your arms around his neck, “way more charming than him”

“You don’t know that. You haven’t been with him one-on-one...”

“Then maybe I should,” you teased slightly, curling his hair with your fingers, “you know, just to prove you wrong?”

“Fine” he said sternly, pulling away from you. “Let him ask you out. Let him do exactly what he wants with you. Just so he can say he had you ‘cause that’s all he wants.”

“Freddie,” you chuckled, “It’s not like I’m not going to sleep with him.”

“You better not” you placed your hand on his cheek so he would look at you, smiling when you saw his sad puppy dog eyes

“I love you” you whispered before he leaned down and kissed your lips

“I love you, too.”

Auston’s P.O.V

You had been asking out (Y/N) for months. You couldn’t understand why she would be hanging around so much if she wasn’t interested but you persisted and she actually agreed

“Really?” you said quietly and she nodded in response, scrunching her eyebrows together with a sympathetic smile, “I mean, great! I’ll pick you up... Friday at 8″

“Perfect, see you then” she smiled before hugging you goodbye and turning on her heels. You spent the rest of the week trying to prepare for the perfect date but you weren’t even sure what that looked like

“Just take her somewhere nice,” Freddie suggested as the two of you sat in your living room, playing NHL20, “I wouldn’t put too much pressure on it”

“I don’t think you understand Fred,” you laughed, “I have been trying to get this girl to go out with me for an entire year. I’ve never worked this hard just to hook up with someone before”

“Why are you working so hard? It’s not like you’re hoping anything comes of it right? You just want to hook up with her because of the way she danced with you one night a year ago...” he pried

“No,” you replied, “but I’ve never been with someone like her”

“Someone like her?” he repeated and you furrowed your brow

“A nice girl. A sweet girl. An innocent girl..”

“You're really hung up on her being innocent aren’t you?” he asked

“Wh-- do you know something I don’t?” you laughed, “just tell me where I should take her”

“I don’t know...” he sighed, dropping his face in his hands, “just go somewhere casual... somewhere you can wear jeans and a t-shirt”

“You seem annoyed.. why are you annoyed?”

“I’m not annoyed.. I just have a bit of a headache. Look, just take her somewhere low-key. You’re not trying to impress her so you don’t need to work this hard. That’s it” he replied, standing up and walking out as the screen lit up to tell you that you won and you celebrated loudly, unbothered by Freddie’s departure. When Friday finally came along, you took (Y/N) to an outdoor patio for some drinks since the weather was getting a little bit nicer before eventually heading over to Tilt to play some games. The two of you were having some friendly competition and laughing with each other

“I can’t believe it’s so late!” she exclaimed, noticing the time on the clock on the wall, “we’ve been playing games for almost four hours!”

“No no, hold on,” you smirked, “you’ve been playing games. I’ve been dominating at every turn!”

“Oh yeah sure, hot shot,” she smiled, smacking your arm playfully. “Seriously, I think we should probably get going...” she whispered and you thought that this was your chance but she flipped it on you, “I promised my Mom I’d meet up with her -- she’s going through something at work...”

“I’m sorry to hear that” you said, rubbing her arm softly before catching her eyes dancing across your face. It felt like a moment that begged for a kiss but when she turned her head away, you had to let it go, “I’ll drive you home.”

“Thanks” she smiled before walking ahead of you toward the exit of the arcade. The ride home was silent aside from (Y/N)’s phone going off every five minutes or so

“Everything okay?” you finally asked, not wanting to intrude

“Yeah, sorry...” she sighed, “it’s just my mom. Trying to figure out when we’re going to see each other”

“I can take you to her place, if that’s easier?” you said

“No,” she replied, placing her hand on your knee briefly before pulling it away, as if she caught herself flirting and had to stop herself, “no that’s okay. I told her we’d meet at mine so she could get out of her house, but thank you.” When you pulled up in front of her apartment building, (Y/N) smiled over at you, “thank you, again, I had fun tonight...”

“Let me walk you in” you insisted and she agreed. You walked her to her door and stood there silently. Maybe this was just a ruse, you thought to yourself, maybe she wanted you to follow her inside. You leaned in and she hesitated, taking a breath before her eyes opened wide and danced between yours, before she took a tiny step forward. There was something in the way she looked at you that made your mind go completely blank and your body take over, connecting your lips with hers and leading her against the wall by her door. You let your hands wander from her neck to her waist as the kiss began to heat up and you could feel her breathing increase, leaving her chest heaving when you moved to kiss her neck

“Auston...” she breathed, pressing her hands into your shoulders, “Auston...”

“Should we go inside?” you smiled to yourself before continuing to kiss behind her ear

“I think we should stop...” she confessed

“Come on..” you replied, “your mom isn’t really coming over is she?”

“I just can’t... don’t think we should do this” she said, stumbling over her own excuse

“You don’t have to act so innocent” you smiled, leaning back down to kiss her neck

“What?” she said, pushing you away from her so she could look at you, “I’m not trying to act innocent. I just think we should stop. We had fun tonight, it was a good date but it doesn’t need to end with sex...”

“If it was good, why wouldn’t you want it to continue?”

“I--”

“Why would you lie?” you interrupted, starting to get angry

“Please don’t get angry...” she whispered, almost pouting at you, “I just didn’t want to give you the wrong idea when I said it was late. That’s all...” You huffed at her reasoning before shrugging and turning to walk back to your car, looking back at her as she took a deep breath and walked into her apartment.

You were surprised at how much fun you were having. You expected Auston to take you to just invite you to his apartment so you could Netflix and Chill so he could make the move that Freddie was so convinced he was going to make, but when he took you to an arcade you were pleasantly surprised. The night was going really well, so when you noticed that it had gotten so late you realized you had to find a way to end the date but the only thing that came to your mind was to lie and say that your mom needed you. Auston seemed to be accepting of it and drove you home but Freddie kept texting you on the ride home and it started to raise flags to Auston

“Everything okay?” he asked

“Yeah, sorry...” you sighed, “it’s just my... mom. Trying to figure out when we’re going to see each other” you lied, replying to Freddie’s frantic texts asking what was happening

“I can take you to her place, if that’s easier?” he asked

“No,” you said quickly, placing your hand on his knee involuntarily before pulling it away to not give the wrong impression, “no that’s okay. I told her we’d meet at mine so she could get out of her house, but thank you.” He finally pulled up in front of your apartment building and thanked him, “I had fun tonight...”

“Let me walk you in” he offered and you agreed, thinking it was sweet, but unsure of what to say as the two of you walked to your door. He seemed to be fine with the silence, so you kind of just followed his lead before finally getting to your door, smiling at him awkwardly as you both continued to stand in silence. You noticed him lean in and you took a quiet breath, hesitating before you noticed how much closer he had gotten to you; becoming almost a deer in headlights as your eyes flitted between his. You unwittingly took a tiny step forward and his hands moved to your neck before his lips crashed into yours as his body directed you against the wall. His hands snaked down to your waist and your breath began to build in your chest as you felt the kiss begin to heat up. You found yourself thinking about Freddie, knowing that he knew where you were and who you were with and what he believed Auston’s intentions to be; but you couldn’t help but fall into his slow kiss, dragging your hands up his arms until they rested on his shoulders. This wasn’t supposed to happen, you thought to yourself, the date was supposed to end like this, he was just supposed to walk you to your door and go...

“Auston...” you said through heaving breaths, “Auston...”

“Should we go inside?” you could hear him smiling before he continued to kiss your neck and you shook your head pathetically

“I think we should stop” you said, still breathing heavily and pushing your hands into his shoulders

“Come on,” he smirked again, looking at you quickly, “your mom isn’t really coming over is she?”

“I just can’t...“ you stumbled, “don’t think we should do this”

“You don’t have to act so innocent” he whispered as he leaned back to lay kisses on your neck

“What?” you said angrily, pushing him away from you so you could finally see his face, “I’m not trying to act innocent. I just think we should stop. We had fun tonight, it was a good date but it doesn’t need to end with sex...”

“If it was good, why wouldn’t you want it to continue?” he questioned

“I--”

“Why would you lie?” he interrupted and you could tell he was starting to get angry

“Please don’t get angry...” you pleaded quietly “I just didn’t want to give you the wrong idea when I said it was late. That’s all...” He huffed at you before turning on his heel and walking away from you; you composed yourself to unlock your door and head inside.

“WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!” Freddie yelled as soon as you walked in the door

“Freddie?” you said, “what are you doing here?”

“I heard the two of you out there... kissing...” he admitted, “I knew he’d make his move”

“I don’t need this right now, please, just don’t” you sighed

“What’s wrong?” he replied, more sympathetic now as he followed you to the couch, kneeling in front of you to comfort you

“This was a mistake,” you admitted, “if we had just been honest with him, I wouldn’t have had to lie to him about all this. And he wouldn’t have made a move on me...”

“Baby,” he whispered, “this is my fault, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have agreed to letting you go out with him...”

“He was so mad, Fred. Like I could feel him seething” you sighed

“He’ll be fine,” Freddie said, “I’ll talk to him tomorrow, tell him the truth” you frowned at him, unsure if that was the right move, but you wrapped your arms around his neck as his wrapped around your waist. “I love you” he whispered in your ear before pushing the hair away from your face and kissing your eyelids gently, earning little giggles from you before you pecked his lips. It wasn’t long before he was drawing you close to him, your chest tight against his as he kissed your lips passionately

“I love you” you smiled when he pulled away from the kiss to remove his shirt, picking you up after he connected his lips back to yours, letting his tongue part your lips as your fingers played with his hair. He held you against the wall to remove your shirt, smiling at you biting your lip, leaning in to kiss you when the door flew open

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?” Auston yelled

“Auston” Freddie yelled in surprise, putting you down gently and you frantically tried to cover your bra-clad body

“What are you doing here?” you asked, trying to hide yourself behind Freddie

“Is this why you wouldn’t invite me in? You already had someone inside?” he snarled, “I can’t believe I was so gullible, you’re really not innocent at all!”

“HEY!” Freddie yelled, stepping closer to his teammate but managing to keep you covered, “that’s enough! You never saw her as a person, only as a conquest. Stop being a dick.” You could feel Freddie’s muscles tensing in his arm as you held onto him, preparing for what Auston would say next

“Me? I’m the dick?” he scoffed in return, “she’s the one who’s going through us like candy wrappers!”

“STOP IT!” your boyfriend continued to yell

“I get it, Fred,” Auston smirked, “I mean I finally get it. You wanted to have something before me, that’s why you kept telling me not to try to sleep with her. You wanted her first. I get it.”

“Watch it” Freddie growled

“But now that you’ve had her, I think it’s time you drop the act. Let me have a turn...”

“ENOUGH!” you finally shouted, stepping out from behind Freddie, “you two are ridiculous. Auston, I’m sorry that I upset you but Freddie and I have been dating for almost a year now. I thought--”

“We thought” Freddie corrected, forcing you to look back at him

“We thought if I agreed to go on a date with you, you’d drop it and then we’d be able to come clean with you. But I didn’t expect you to kiss me...”

“You kissed me back!” he replied angrily

“I did,” you admitted, “I got caught up in the moment and I shouldn’t have but it doesn’t change anything. You don’t get to have a turn with me, I’m not a toy and you should be ashamed of yourself for thinking that way” you waited for either of them to speak, but they remained silent. “I think you should both go. You can fight it out if you want, just not here.”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N)” Freddie whispered and you squeezed his outstretched hand in reassurance

“Just tell me one thing,” Auston sighed, looking between the two of you, “is this real? I mean, are you sticking around or are you gonna wait until someone else comes along?” You looked at Freddie once, a smile creeping across your face

“I love him,” you confessed, still looking at the tall, ginger man behind you, “it’s real for me”

“It’s real for me, too,” he replied with his eyes locked on yours until he finally looked at Auston, “I love her. We love each other. You weren’t supposed to find out this way but we didn’t know how to tell you...”

“You’re sure?” Auston asked, “that you both feel the same way about each other?” you both nodded before Freddie wrapped his arms around your waist from behind you and kissed your temple. “Alright,” he sighed, dropping his head, “then I guess I’ll.. leave you to it” he forced a smile and walked out the door, leaving you feeling like you had to chase after him

“Auston, wait,” you called, “I really am sorry about all this”

“I know” he said

“You really were trying to play me though weren’t you?”

“At first, yeah,” he laughed, “but somewhere along the way, I realized you were too sweet to be played. Maybe it was the outfit you picked or the makeup you wore or the way you looked at me... or the lie you told...” he smirked when he remembered what you told him. “I don’t know what did it but I lost my nerve”

“You didn’t lose your nerve when you decided to kiss me” you teased

“Sure I did,” he scoffed, “because when I was kissing you it became about feeling you close to me and not... trying to get in your pants” you smiled at his words, feeling a tinge of heat rush through your body to your cheeks as if you were embarrassed

“For what it’s worth,” you finally said, “if you take a girl you actually like, not one you’re just trying to mess around with, on a date like tonight -- she’d be lucky to have you” he smiled tightly, his lips pressed together as if he didn’t really believe it, and continued making his way down the hallway. You hoped this wouldn’t cause problems between Fred and Auston but you were just happy the secret was finally out.

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hannaswritingblog · 3 years

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Fandoms

→ The ❌ emoji means that as much as I am open to write NSFW fics, I don’t write those for marked fandoms/characters. I may write romantic fics for all characters, but I’ll be cautious with younger ones. → Every fandom has a note about what I can take into consideration. I try to make my fanfics generic enough to fit with all of the fandom universe, but sometimes the ideas go better with different version of the character (book vs movie, season 1 vs 5, different timelines etc.). → I take suggestions for fanfiction (for all listed characters), as well as both character and fandom suggestions. ~ The list will sometimes change. Last update: 29/01/2024.

Current fandoms

Alice in Wonderland

2010 Tim Burton’s movie

Alice Kingsleigh / Tarrant Hightopp / Mirana Crimms / Iracebeth Crimms / Ilosovic Stayne

Animations (Disney/Pixar, Dreamworks, and other) ❌

Anastasia

Anya / Dmitri / Vladimir

Bolt

Penny Forrester

Big Hero 6

Hiro Hamada / Tadashi Hamada / Fred / Go Go / Wasabi / Honey Lemon / aunt Cass

Brave

Merida

Coraline

Coraline / Wybie

Lilo & Stitch

Lilo / Stitch / Nani / David

The Hunchback of Notre Dame

Quasimodo / Esmeralda / Phoebus / Clopin

Treasure Planet

Jim Hawkins / John Silver / doctor Doppler / captain Amelia

Back to the Future ❌

first movie of the trilogy

Marty McFly / Emmett Brown / George McFly / Lorraine Baines (McFly)

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

seasons 1-4

Sabrina Spellman / Ambrose Spellman / Zelda Spellman / Hilda Spellman / Nicholas Scratch / Harvey Kinkle / Prudence Blackwood

Gotham

seasons 1-5

Jim Gordon / Harvey Bullock / Bruce Wayne ❌ / Alfred Pennyworth / Selina Kyle ❌ / Ivy Pepper ❌ / Edward Nygma / Oswald Cobblepot / Barbara Kean / Fish Mooney / Lucius Fox / Lee Thompkins / Butch Gilzean / Victor Zsasz / Theo Galavan / Tabitha Galavan / Jervis Tetch / Jonathan Crane / Jerome Valeska / Jeremiah Valeska

Harry Potter ❌

7 books + 8 movies (original series)

Harry Potter / Hermione Granger / Ron Weasley / Fred Weasley / George Weasley / Ginny Weasley / Bill Weasley / Charlie Weasley / Percy Weasley / Lee Jordan / Neville Longbottom / Luna Lovegood / Seamus Finnigan / Dean Thomas / Oliver Wood / Nymphadora Tonks / Remus Lupin / Severus Snape / Sirius Black / James Potter / Lily Evans

Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU)

Phase One movies

Tony Stark / Bruce Banner / Thor / Loki / Steve Rogers / James “Bucky” Barnes / Natasha Romanoff / Clint Barton

Once Upon a Time

season 1

Rumplestiltskin (Mr Gold) / Jefferson (The Mad Hatter) / Snow White (Mary Margaret Blanchard) / David Nolan (Prince Charming) / Ruby Lucas

Pirates of the Caribbean

movies 1-3

Jack Sparrow / Hector Barbossa / Joshamee Gibbs / Will Turner / Elizabeth Swann / James Norrington / Cutler Beckett / Davy Jones / Pintel / Ragetti

Stranger Things

seasons 1-4

Mike Wheeler ❌ / Dustin Henderson ❌ / Lucas Sinclair ❌ / Will Byers ❌ / Eleven Hopper ❌ / Max Mayfield ❌ / Nancy Wheeler / Steve Harrington / Jonathan Byers / Joyce Byers / Jim Hopper / Bob Newby / Murray Bauman / Alexei / Robin Buckley / Eddie Munson / Dmitri Antonov / Martin Brenner

The Alienist

season 1

Laszlo Kreizler / John Moore / Sara Howard / Lucius Isaacson / Marcus Isaacson

The Book Thief ❌

the book + the movie

Liesel Meminger / Rudy Steiner / Max Vandenburg

The Chronicles of Narnia ❌

7 books + 3 Disney movies

Peter Pevensie / Susan Pevensie / Edmund Pevensie / Lucy Pevensie / Caspian X

The End Of The F***ing World ❌

seasons 1-2

Alyssa / James

The Hunger Games

book trilogy + the adaptations + the prequel

Katniss Everdeen / Primrose Everdeen ❌ / Peeta Mellark / Haymitch Abernathy / Johanna Mason / Gale Hawthorne / Finnick Odair / Coriolanus Snow ❌

The Rain

seasons 1-3

Simone Andersen / Rasmus Andersen / Martin / Patrick / Jean / Lea / Beatrice

Possible future fandoms

→ fandoms in italics were recommended to me in some way

American Gods

Dark

Fear Street

Fleabag

Lord of the Rings

Peaky Blinders

Shadow and Bone

The Haunting of the Hill House

The Queen’s Gambit

The Witcher

We Have Always Lived in the Castle

We Hunt The Flame/We Free The Stars

Old fandoms

A Series of Unfortunate Events

Maniac

Ragnarok

The Umbrella Academy

Tribes of Europa

#fandoms #characters #fandom list

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leafs-lover · 10 months

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Can you write a really brief something about Freddie looking after a teething Oliver for the day whilst Mama goes out to get some things done 🥹🥹 maybe Oliver is just insisting on cuddles and his paci ALL day and it's the sweetest. Fred's peppering his baby boy in kisses.

A/N: It's not exactly brief but idk I really enjoyed writing this. This is technically a part of my BTPGD series but can be read as a stand alone piece.

Warnings: Fluff, fluff and more fluff

Word Count: ~800

Fred loves hockey. He has since the very first time his feet hit the ice, it was his first love, and truth be told, for a while he thought it would be his only love. Then came Oliver. Fred was absolutely terrified to be a dad, worried he was going to make a million mistakes, would do everything wrong, that his child would hate him. He had no idea what he was going to do, then this incredibly small bundle wrapped in a blue blanket was shoved into his arms; that was the moment Fred knew he had a new love.

Sure, some days are better than others, that's to be expected with kids, but every day with Oliver is better than the last. Or that's what he tells himself as, yet another ear-piercing shriek comes from his toddler.

Teething.

Fred thought you guys had made it past this point, he enjoyed the last month without the tears, irritability, drool on every piece of clothing he owns, unfortunately there is still another molar after this one. His mom gave him some tricks she used on him and his siblings, both of you googled then tired every home remedy you could find, some helped, others did nothing. Today is just one of those days.

“Hey, Ollie.” Fred holds out a damp washcloth for him, hoping he will at least try putting it in his mouth.

“Noooooo!” Oliver wails. He grabs the cloth and throws it on the floor. “Momma!”

Fred sighs. While the two of you worked through your issues and he can finally call you his girlfriend, he is no stranger to wanting you and not being able to have you. “She’ll be home in a bit.”

“Momma!” Oliver cries again, opening and closing his hand as if he’s trying to beckon you home.

“You want a popsicle?” Fred offers, hoping something cold might alleviate some of his pain.

“Yeah.” His voice is small, and he offers a slight nod.

Fred pushes off the couch to his feet. When he takes the first step, he feels two little arms wrap around his leg. “Dadda!” Fred lets out a soft chuckle, he should have known better than to try and leave him for a second.

He bends down and picks him up, Oliver immediately buries his forehead against Fred’s shoulder. He carries his son to the kitchen and opens the freezer. After rummaging around for the popsicles, he tosses the wrapper in the garbage and moves back to the living room. He cradles Oliver in his arm as they settle into the couch where Oliver accepts the popsicle, at lets himself fall against Fred’s chest.

“Is that good?” Fred gently brushes the curls away and welcomes in the cuddles.

“Yeah.” His voice is still small and tears cling to his eyes.

“You want to watch a movie?”

Fred feels the faintest nod as Oliver continues to suck on the cherry popsicle.

“Penguins?”

Another nod.

The sound of Netflix fills the apartment and once the movie has started Fred looks to Oliver. Red splotches are on both of their shirts, and he can feel the stickiness that coats his fingers.

“Done.” Oliver shoves the popsicle to Fred and smears his face against Fred’s chest, spreading more of the mess to his shirt.

“Of course, you are,” Fred laughs. He takes the dripping popsicle and sets it on the plate with his half-finished breakfast.

Fred licks his fingers and starts wiping some of the mess from Oliver’s cheek but is instantly met with a whine and he shakes his head to make him stop. Fred of course tries again. If Fred had his way, the half-eaten toast and popsicle would be in the garbage, plate in the dishwasher, and he would have used that dishcloth to clean his face. Even with a toddler he still tries to keep everything clean and contained. But like always, Fred caves once that lower lip starts to tremble.

“Blankie Dadda.” Oliver curls in closer to Fred to capture as much warmth as possible while a large yawn spills from his lips.

“The popsicle make you cold?” Fred reaches up and grabs the plush blanket you insisted stay out all summer even though he said it was June and wouldn’t be necessary, and drapes it over both of them, ensuring to cover all his toes. Oliver nods and yawns again, then shimmies to get closer, using Fred’s bicep as a pillow.

There are a million things that need to be done, and Fred doesn’t want you to come home to toys strewn about, Oliver’s shirt in the bathroom, his socks wedged under the cushions, all the dirty dishes from the morning scattered around the apartment, but he knows he needs to give Oliver cuddles, so that’s exactly what he is going to do.

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spine-buster · 4 years

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the storm before the calm (f. andersen) | 3

A/N: I continue to be baffled by the response to this fic. It’s overwhelming! Keep those canon questions coming!

TW: mention/explanation of EDs, EDNOS/OSFED

While alone in his hotel room one night, after most of the guys had left to go to a bar, Fred decided to conduct an in-depth search of Aleida Casillas. He knew there were a lot of things she wasn’t telling him, and that he couldn’t really trust the word on the street from girls like Serena. So he went digging.

The first links that came up were fashion related. Things she wore to events put on by the Toronto International Film Festival, by Toronto Life magazine, by various other institutions in the city that always liked to have charity galas and fundraising parties so people with money felt like important, morally conscious philanthropists when they wrote $10,000 cheques for their tables. There were a lot of pictures. And she looked beautiful in all of them. Stylish and classy and just plain good. Everything fit to perfection. He could see why she was a model – at least an apparent model – even though she never talked about it. Her body was to die for. People went under the knife to look like her.

Other articles appeared from her past. There was a photo of her as a teenager, posing in her school uniform, the kilt and blazer in full effect. There was a family photoshoot when Hello! Magazine did a ten page spread of their newly renovated mansion in Rosedale, another spread from when their dad celebrated his 60th birthday party at the Shangri-La, and modelling shots from her Instagram profile and designers’ Instagram profiles.

World-renowned cardiologist, Dr. Felipe Casillas, and his wife, plastic surgeon Dr. Leonor Casillas, invite us into their home!

Youngest daughter Aleida, 17, who was just recently accepted into the University of Toronto’s faculty of music, poses with her older sister Alejandra, 21, recently accepted to the University of Toronto’s faculty of medicine, are pictured above. Alejandra is keen to follow in her parents’ footsteps and enter the medical profession. “It’s important to me to carry on the legacy that my parents have established in Toronto,” she says.

Aleida, for her part, loves music. “I think if Aleida could sing every day, she would,” Leonor laughs. “She has been playing piano since she was a child. Aleida is far from a doctor, so it’s only natural for her to want to pursue it instead of medicine.”

Fred was irked at the comment. He clicked on other articles and read on.

Aleida Casillas, 21, poses front row at Alexander McQueen’s London Fashion Week show. Casillas has just graduated with a degree in music. “Perfect for serenading,” she flirts into our camera.

Click.

Toronto socialite and all-around beauty Aleida Casillas knows a thing or two about fashion. After attending Branksome Hall with up-and-coming designer Genevieve Jones, the daughter of renowned cardiologist Felipe Casillas and plastic surgeon extraordinaire Leonor Casillas knew it was a no-brainer to support the designer as she launched her first collection. She does, after all, have all the best connections. Who wouldn’t want to attach themselves to Aleida?

Click.

TDOTDIRT.com: Aleida Casillas is hot – we all knew that. But did we know she’s fuckin’ smokin’ hot?

Check out her tits in her newest modelling shoot for Genevieve Jones. Those nips poking through? Nice. And let’s not get started on her ass…

Aleida is probably the hottest girl in Toronto. Too bad she’s got a stick up her ass.

Click.

Aleida Casillas sits front row at the Genevieve Jones fashion show after modelling for the brand.

Click.

Aleida’s tight body—

Click.

Equestrian pursuits have always been a passion for the Casillas family. Dr. Felipe Casillas, the cardiologist responsible for the successful quadruple bypass of former Prime Minister Brian Mulroney, brings us to the horse farm where his family’s horses are kept. Left, Dr. Casillas’s youngest daughter, Aleida (15), poses with her horse Concordia.

Click.

Who wouldn’t want to slap Aleida’s tight ass—

Click.

TODIRT.com: Sent to us from a reader: If ANYONE ever runs into Aleida Casillas RUN THE OTHER WAY!!!!! That girl is the BIGGEST BITCH in the city of Toronto. She thinks she owns the city cause her family is rich! I PERSONALLY saw her ruin a date right in front of me by FLIRTING with the guy IN FRONT OF THE GIRL!!!!! She’s a heartless bitch!!!!! And she thinks she’s such hot shit because she’s in magazines and models and is popular on Instagram, but NOBODY LIKES HER!!!!!

Click.

Aleida Casillas keeps her Cuban roots close to her heart. She returns to Havana every year, where her family is one of the few who own a historic mansion in Miramar, to return to the place she has such find memories of.

Click.

If u check the insta of @aleidacasillas she posted a story of her at the leaf game. she’s def in the wag section. is she dating someone on the leafs?

Who?

omg aleida casillas is at the leaf game. basically confirms she’s dating someone on the team.

Who is this girl you guys keep talking about? Is she a known bunny?

Aleida Casillas is one of the biggest socialites in Toronto. These anons are reaching. If she was dating a Leaf, we’d know about it. Trust me. She’d make us know about it. She has no shame.

Um okay?

Click.

Lock.

He was left more confused than when he had started – at least somewhat. There was so much to know about her, so much that she was already telling him but so much he still needed to know. More than anything, he didn’t know how he didn’t know her before this. How it had to come to finding her crying in order to know who she was when she was already in the public eye and there was so much to find out about her.

He sighed.

He unlocked his phone again.

You have horses? he typed and sent off the message. He had no idea how she would react.

I have one horse, Mars. I’ve had horses.

Who told you?

I googled it

You must have found out a lot then

Nothing as important as what you tell me when we’re alone

God, he didn’t expect that to come out like it did. He was a grown man who wanted to hide beneath the covers.

Well aren’t you a lucky boy

I didn’t mean it like that

I know you didn’t

My attitude doesn’t come through via text. Sorry.

What are you up to?

Why haven’t you told me about your family?

Because I don’t think they’re very proud of me

I don’t think I ever lived up to their expectations, but my sister did

And that’s created tension

At least to me

They try to hide it but I know they’re disappointed

I doubt they’re disappointed in you

You’re successful

No I’m not

Not like them

Fred stared at the message for a long time – probably too long. Because before he could begin typing out a message – what he would say, he didn’t know – she’d already sent something again.

Go to bed Fred. Big game tomorrow.

God forbid people find out I’m the one to keep you up, right?

***

Fred watched intently as Aleida walk into the café. She was dressed in tight black pants, a tucked in black turtleneck, and a stylish brown plaid blazer. Her hair was styled in loose curls and it bounced so effortlessly, like she was in a shampoo commercial. Jewelry dripped off of her. On her neck, a multistrand pearl necklace hung over her turtleneck, the diamond clasp holding it together shining bright in the light. On her ears, pearl studs. On her wrist, stacks of Cartier Love bracelets she had obviously put on recently. On her fingers, a large emerald cut light green amethyst on a gold band on one hand; an equally as large emerald cut pale pink morganite ring on a gold band on the other.

He shivered thinking about how much money she was wearing. Why she was wearing so much money. She approached the table and set her purse down on it – a Birkin, naturally – obscuring the view of what was on their table from the rest of the café-goers. “Thanks for getting a table at the back,” she said, not even saying hello.

It was a point of pain for Fred that she was averse to being seen with him in public, unless it was at the backs of restaurants or cafes where very few people would see them. He tried to not let it get to him, but it was proving hard. “Yeah, no problem,” he said absent-mindedly. “Why are you all…” he didn’t finish his sentence, instead deciding to do jazz hands to signify how dressed up she was. Not that she didn’t dress up all the time – it was mostly a statement on the jewelry.

“I met with my friend Genevieve,” Aleida revealed, sitting down in her seat. “You must have heard about her in your readings.”

“The designer.”

“Yeah,” she nodded her head. “We did some new shots of her new pieces for Instagram, which is why…” she held up her hands, jingling her fingers like he’d just done, and motioned to her necklace. “Clothes are hers. Jewelry is mine.”

“You didn’t want to go home and change?” Fred asked.

Aleida’s brow’s furrowed. “Why? Do I not look good?”

“No! No no! You look incredible—”

“Then why would I change?”

“I – forget it,” Fred shook his head. “How are you?”

Aleida shook her head slightly. There were a few moments where it looked like she was going to say something, but she didn’t. She’d stop herself. “I’ve been thinking about the stuff we talk about,” she began, getting right into it. No formalities; no small talk. “And I don’t…I don’t know why you’re still here.”

Fred was perplexed. “What do you mean?”

Aleida sighed. “I’m just not…” her voice cracked slightly. “I’m not a good person. And you are. And I don’t know why you’re sticking around when it’s so obvious we’re like fire and ice.”

“Aleida, when are you going to get it through your thick skull that none of that matters,” he said, reaching over the table to hold her hand.

This time, there was no flinching. But she did tug away, and there was a sharp intake of breath as his hand refused to let go, even after being dragged further across the table. “Don’t do that,” she said, barely above a whisper.

“Why not?”

“Because if you do, I’ll melt into you.”

Fred’s heart skipped a beat at her words. “What’s so wrong with that?” his voice was soft.

Aleida shook her head again, like she was trying to deny not only Fred but herself too of the nonsense that was coming out of her mouth. “I can’t…I can’t…”

“Why not?”

“I can’t corrupt you.”

Fred looked at her like she was crazy, because she was really sprouting some nonsense now. He didn’t know where she was getting this from – where her mind would go when she was alone and overthought things – but if this was the result of a mind too active to think rationally, he didn’t like it. “You’re not corrupting anyone,” he stressed.

“I’m too much for you.”

“Maybe you’re just what I’ve been looking for.”

Aleida continued to shake her head. She was stubborn – he had to give her that. And quite hard-headed. “You’re looking for balance. You said so yourself,” she said. “I can’t give you balance.”

“Who are you to tell me what kind of balance I need,” he said back to her. “Maybe you’re the balance I need.”

“Fred,” she stressed his name, “you don’t understand. I’m not in a good place emotionally and I haven’t been for months – some would argue years – and –”

“Aleida, stop it,” he said firmly. The stubbornness and hard-headedness were hard to get through but he could be that right back at her if she was going to be like this – putting herself to blame for things. “I’m going to be in your life whether you like it or not.”

“But why? Why?” she demanded.

“It’s not obvious to you? I like you, Aleida. Can’t you see that?”

She looked at him, bewildered. Like he’d just grown another head. “You like me?”

“Of course I like you,” he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You honestly think I don’t?”

“You – you mean you think I’m beautiful,” she attempted to correct him.

“No. Well – yes – that too – but besides that. I like you. However you present yourself to me. However you are. I like you.”

Aleida looked mystified. Like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Like it was a foreign concept that someone could like her and want to be around her willingly without bringing her beauty into it. He wondered what made her think this way – what made her think the only reason people stuck around was her beauty. “Listen, Aleida—”

“Aleida?” a voice suddenly interrupted their conversation.

All the emotion drained from Aleida’s face as she violently tugged her hand away from his grasp and hid it underneath the table. She looked up and noticed an all-too-familiar face at the waiting area of the bar. Fred looked behind him to see a woman walking towards them. Dressed impeccably – much like Aleida – except with less jewels draping off of her, although he still noticed similar Cartier love bracelets and a gold necklace. Fred figured she didn’t come straight from a modelling shoot. Although, the more he stared at her, the more he noticed similarities between the two women.

“What are you doing here?” the woman asked, a nice smile on her face. She had beautiful, clear skin; long dark brown hair slicked back into a ponytail with a trendy headband; full lips painted with a neutral pink. “Didn’t think I’d run into you here after you didn’t answer my text this morning! I thought you might have dropped by the clinic.”

Fred looked between the woman and Aleida. Aleida caught him staring, and when she did, she knew she would have to explain. There was no way getting out of it. “This is my sister Alejandra,” she explained quickly, with no enthusiasm in her voice. “Alejandra, this is Frederik.”

Alejandra. It took a second for Fred to realize that she was Aleida’s sister. But after taking another look at her, and noticing their similar facial structure, noses, cheeks, and lips, he wondered why he didn’t see it sooner. He cracked a polite smile. “Hi. It’s nice to meet you,” he said, extending his hand.

“So this is Frederik Andersen,” she smiled, shaking his hand. “You look different without your goalie mask on.”

Fred chuckled slightly. “Yeah.”

“Sorry if you get that a lot. When my husband found out Aleida somehow befriended you it was a big shock to us all.”

“Oh, that’s no problem,” he said. His eyes flashed to look at Aleida quickly, who looked more nervous and uptight than usual. “It’s nice to finally meet you. Aleida has told me a lot about you.”

“Did she tell you she was supposed to come visit our clinic this morning?” Alejandra slightly laughed, shifting her attention back to her sister. “Where were you?”

“I had a shoot.”

“A shoot?”

“With Genevieve.”

“You had a modelling shoot with Genevieve.”

“Yes.”

“Oh, alright,” Alejandra accepted Aleida’s excuse nicely enough. She didn’t put up much of a fuss. “Mom was wondering if you’re still coming to dinner Wednesday night. She didn’t get a text back from you.”

“I’m coming.”

“Fred, would you like to join?” Alejandra asked.

Before Fred could even breathe – before he could even entertain the notion of getting dressed up, going to Aleida’s parents’ house, meeting them and interacting with them for an entire night like Alejandra was proposing – he noticed Aleida’s eyes bulge out of their sockets at Alejandra’s question. “Fred has a game Wednesday,” she said quickly, answering for him.

“Oh…okay then. Next time,” Alejandra nodded, smiling politely again. She focused back on her sister. “Did you eat today? Since you were supposed to come for breakfast.”

Aleida tried not to glare at her sister. “I’m trying to eat right now.”

“No foam latte for Alejandra!” the barista called out, placing a large takeout cup on the bar. Fred, Aleida, and Alejandra looked towards the cup before looking back at each other.

Alejandra smiled at them. “Guess I better get going – Oliver is waiting outside anyway. It was really nice to meet you Fred,” she said, extending her hand one last time.

“You too.”

“I’ll have to have you over for dinner or drinks sometime, whenever Aleida lets me,” she winked at them. “Take care.”

Fred watched as she walked out of the café, meeting with a man waiting that Fred could only assume was her husband Oliver before the continued down the street. He looked back at Aleida, who was already looking down at her empty plate, not bothering to watch her sister. “So that was Alejandra?” Fred asked.

“Doctor Alejandra Casillas-Rowe,” Aleida said her full name pretentiously, rolling her eyes.

“She was nice.”

“I guess.”

“You look like her,” Fred commented.

Aleida finally looked him in the eye. She snorted at his comment. “She looks like me. She made herself look like me.”

Fred didn’t want to get into it. There was obviously something there that he didn’t want to get in the middle of. Relationships between sisters were notoriously…complicated. He figured this was no different, especially considering the way Aleida was and what she had already told him about Alejandra living up to their parents’ expectations and Aleida not.

Instead, Fred reached under the table to hold her hand again. This time, she didn’t tug away.

***

“This is the big boy who was looking for you that one time,” Frank, the drummer in Aleida’s band, purred as he was introduced to Fred at Aleida’s house during a “gathering” she was having. He eyed Fred up and down even as he spoke. “A very, very big boy.”

“Stop scaring him,” Aleida giggled, pinching the skin on Frank’s forearm.

“Didn’t you?” Frank quipped.

“Apparently not,” she wiggled her eyebrows.

“I’m here, aren’t I?” Fred added.

“You are. And believe me, that says a lot,” Frank said.

Fred felt Aleida snake her arm around his bicep. He tried not to shiver at the contact – at the fact that for the first time, it was her that initiated the contact. “He’s gotta meet everybody else. We’ll be back.”

Frank scoffed playfully. “But he’s a tall glass of water and I’m not done drinking!” he complained, giving Fred yet another up-down.

“Goodbye Frank,” Aleida whisked Fred away.

As Aleida began introducing Fred to everyone, he made sure to keep track of their names and their instruments. There was Frank, the drummer; and Celeste, the saxophone player; and Malakai, the trumpet player; and his twin brother Marcellus, the trombone player; and Oscar, who played guitar on a vintage archtop; and Gina, the bassist, both double bass and electric; and Aleida of course, the pianist and singer. As he met them, they all gave him knowing looks.

These were the members of Aleida’s band, The Havana Cats – her second family. They had been with her since she was twenty, when they all met magically one night at some bar downtown and realized they all played instruments and had a nagging desire to start some form of band as a means to relax from stressful university workloads. And they did – they formed a band and jammed in rented out studio space or in someone’s garage. But then they got good. Really good. And then Marcellus got the bright idea to book them a gig. And they played it and did really well, so the owner asked them back. Again. And again. And again. And then they incorporated themselves into a business, and got booked at bigger clubs and more exclusive events thanks to Aleida’s name, and soon enough, they were booked a lot.

And they stuck together.

Most had day jobs – Malakai and Marcellus worked for the same financial securities firm, Gina worked as a web designer, Celeste as a music teacher, and Frank as waiter in an upscale restaurant – but their real passion was the music. They were booked most weekends, at either private events, galas – like where Aleida had performed the same night she met Fred – or the odd jazz bar in downtown Toronto – like where Fred had watched them last.

Genevieve was at the party too, tall and statuesque, with an air of grace about her that Fred immediately felt the minute he was introduced to her first. They made polite small talk – she asked about the team, he asked about her being a designer – before the band came over all in one go. That was when things got hectic. But despite everybody being there, treating Aleida’s townhouse as if it were their own, eating all the food on the island and playing all the music from the speakers, Fred knew that Aleida was surrounded by people she loved, and people that loved her.

There were moments when Fred would watch Aleida and he knew she was happy – that the smile on her face and the slight crinkles of her eyes were signs of pure, true, genuine happiness as she was surrounded by them. There were moments when their eyes would meet across the room and she’d wink at him and he’d wink back, and he knew she wasn’t playing a game – that the wink was a genuine, deliberate act on her part to flirt in front of people she was comfortable with. There were moments when she’d come up to him sitting at the bar and she’d stand in between his large legs as he sat on a barstool, and her body would be dangerously close to his, and her fingertips would graze his thigh or he’d bring his own hands up to lightly touch her hips or lower back or backs of her thighs and a blush would overcome her cheeks, and he knew she wanted to be there – that she wanted to be close to him, physically close, and that her guard was down, which was why she was even doing all of this in the first place. She must have taken the conversation at the coffee shop to her heart, because there was no fighting, there were no stupid excuses, and there wasn’t any confusion about the feelings shared.

Fred was seeing the happy Aleida. The true Aleida. What Aleida could look like. What Aleida was like, at her core. Without…everything else around her.

It was the most attracted he had ever been.

The band began to argue about whether or not they should jam out a few songs. Oscar had already picked up the acoustic guitar sitting in the corner and was strumming random chords. Celeste was offering songs. Malakai was shooting them all down. Fred’s hands were cold as Aleida had walked away from him, leaving him unable to touch her and feel his fingers burning as he did so. He watched her kick Frank off her piano. A Steinway Model D Concert Grand, it cost over $150,000. Most people didn’t even have them in homes, because of their size and the fact that it was a concert piano meant for a giant stage, but Aleida did. It was her baby. And it wasn’t for fooling around with. So Genevieve was explaining to him.

“Aleida’s a treat, isn’t she?” Genevieve was quiet as the band continued to argue. The sound of a few quick piano chords filled the room.

“She definitely is.”

“You know, Fred, it’s really telling that you’re still here.”

Fred gave her a look. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“There’s a fire inside of Aleida,” Genevieve explained. “Not many people are able to handle the heat.”

Leave it to a fashion designer to speak in metaphors. What was the fire supposed to represent? Her personality? Her issues? Fred wished Genevieve would just say what’s on her mind. “I know she’s going through a lot, and she’s maybe been through a lot, but I’m able to look past the front she puts up with people,” he explained.

“I know you can. That’s why I’m saying it’s telling you’re still here,” she clarified. “It’s telling, because a lot of people know about Aleida, and they think they know her just because they see her or hear stories about her, but I’d hazard to guess it’s only the people in this room who know and understand and can see the true her.”

“So what’s that got to do with her fire?”

“Most people just feel the burns. Only some people can see the fire, Fred. And you’re one of them.”

Before he could respond, the familiar sounds of a song he knew all too well hung in the air and distracted him, making him focus instead on Aleida sitting behind her piano and on Oscar strumming the guitar notes. John Mayer. He watched as she closed her eyes and continued to sing, her voice deep and jazzy and soulful all at once. Everybody in the room became mesmerized listening to her. Oscar helped sing the second stanza, then it returned to her.

She and Fred locked eyes.

“Don’t say a word, just cover and lie here with me, cause I’m just about to set fire to everything I see…”

A shiver ran up his spine.

***

When everybody was gone, Aleida found herself nestled into Fred again. He had to be a gentleman about it. Despite being touchy feely all night, he had to ask to touch her before she agreed, and his hands were so soft and delicate as he did; and when he wrapped his arms around her, she couldn’t help but melt – do the exact thing she was scared of doing when she spoke to him at the coffee shop. But she found it harder and harder to say no to him, harder and harder to be so hard and difficult with someone who was only so easy and delicate with her.

And so as she looked into his big blue eyes, and felt the scruff of his beard along the backs of her fingers, in the depths of her mind she knew he deserved better. Explanations.

“You okay?” his voice was barely above a whisper.

Explanations. He needed more explanations. He needed to know what happened to her. What she had been through. Other things that made her the way she was.

So she was going to tell him.

“I had an eating disorder – well – I – I had trouble with food, and I had trouble with my body for a long time, because people paid more attention to it than they did me, and it really fucked me up for a really long time, and I think it’s the other major reason why I am the way that I am today,” she said, finally.

Fred’s eyes stung upon hearing her revelation. He had never known anyone with an eating disorder, even though he knew the brain was a tricky and complex thing. He wanted to be more understanding – not just for his sake, but for Aleida’s. He assumed that she had probably told very, very few people about it – and a part of him wondered, knowing the relationship with her family, if she even told them. As much as it was painful for him to hear, and as much as it probably took a lot for her to tell him, it was a privilege hearing it. It meant she trusted him. “Aleida…”

“What I had was an EDNOS – but now they call it OSFED,” she kept talking, needing to let it all out now that it was out in the open. “It started my last year of high school…basically the day I turned 18 and was legal. I wasn’t anorexic or anything – or bulimic – and I didn’t really binge eat often. But I was obsessed with my body because everybody else became obsessed with my body. I would think about everything that went into my mouth and how it would affect my body and how it looked. Like, if I ate a kale salad would my stomach still be flat? If I ate a donut would my boobs get bigger from fat? It was all in an effort to maintain the beauty that people were so fixated on, because I was convinced by everybody around me that it was the only thing about me that mattered.”

Fred’s mind was racing a mile a minute, thinking about what she had to go through at such a young age. He wanted to punch every single person who was responsible for making her feel the way she did; for making her think she was only beautiful and not anything else – a real, three-dimensional human being with needs and wants and emotions just like everybody else. “How long have you been sick?” he asked.

“It went on for a couple of years before I got help. It was the worst kind of psychological torture. You have no idea. But I finally told my parents – well, my dad, the one who isn’t a plastic surgeon.”

Fred’s mind began to race again, thinking about everything she had to endure. The pain and suffering of being in a body she had a bad relationship with; the constant guilt of trying to nurture herself with food but fighting an internal battle with herself wondering if it was worth consuming; the harassment from people around her who only focused on the least important part of her; the self-hatred; the loneliness; knowing that everybody around her was obsessed with the one thing she didn’t want them obsessing over, and judging her over the one thing that didn’t need to be judged. He was at a loss for words, and a loss for actions. “I’m so sorry,” was all he could say.

She smiled meekly at him. “You’d think that a doctor who sees Felipe Casillas making an appointment would know better, but apparently not. The first doctor told my father it was a privileged disease,” she continued to confess. She noticed Fred’s eyes go wide at what she had just said. “He told my dad that I had been a bored teenager, and a bored adult, and if my dad gave me something to do, I would grow out of it.”

“That’s horrible,” Fred commented.

“I know. I’m pretty sure my dad tried everything in his power to get the guy’s medical licence revoked,” she said, slightly smiling. “I’m okay now, if you’re wondering. But it was a struggle for a really long time.”

“You’re so strong,” Fred blurted out, the filter between his brain and his mouth non-existent. “You’re so, so strong.”

Aleida didn’t know whether to believe him. She didn’t know if she was strong. She never thought about it. Other things, unfortunately, preoccupied her mind, and her strength and how she overcame something like that never took precedent. She almost let it destroy her. Maybe it did.

There was nothing left to say. Fred and Aleida knew there was nothing left to say. Words exhausted them – he knew he didn’t exactly speak much, but he didn’t need to. Aleida’s words – the more important words – hung in the air around them. They continued to just stare at each other, his blue eyes and her hazel eyes communicating things that didn’t need to be said with words.

Then, Aleida moved closer.

And closer.

And then, she kissed him. And he kissed her back. And it was soft at first – like everything else to do with Fred, Aleida thought. And then she kept kissing him. And kissing him. And kissing him. And he kept kissing her. And kissing her. And kissing her. And soon Aleida didn’t know where her lips started and Fred’s began. And she didn’t need to guess what he tasted like, because he slipped his tongue into her mouth. And he didn’t need to guess what she tasted like, because she slipped her tongue into his mouth too. And they kissed.

And they kissed.

“Aleida?” Fred’s voice mumbled against her lips as they caught their breath.

“Hm?”

“You have to start doing things that make you happy.”

She made sure she was looking him directly in the eye. “I already am.”

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Alright, 31

Boy howdy it’s my first fic ever and there’s no way I’m putting my name to it so we’re on a burner blog baby!

Freddie Andersen x reader, a little fluffy, pretty smutty, basically my dream scenario (-:

Word count: 2205 woah

He’d been at work all day and you couldn’t wait until he got to your place. Both of you had decided to spend the holidays with your individual families this year since last year was your first Christmas away from the parents and just three months of dating seemed a little quick for him to meet them. Freddie got back to the city a couple days ago to get back into the swing of practices and press conferences before the Leafs’ special afternoon next gen game scheduled for today. You spent the extra couple days relaxing at your family cottage and overthinking every second of your reunion. It had only been a few weeks apart at this point, but coming back to an entire evening of Fred instead of just an hour after a late game? That thought made every minute feel like an eternity. Why couldn’t all NHL games be matinees?

You looked at the clock. He said he’d be at yours before 6:00 which gave you about two hours to prep dinner, freshen up, and try your hardest to slow your racing thoughts and heart.

After getting your anxiety out by spending too much time chopping vegetables and chicken and grating cheese, you figured you’d wait for Freddie to get home to cook it all. Besides, there was a slim chance that eating would be the first thing the two of you did when that giant goalie walked through the front door... You were still a virgin at this point, but enough flirty texts and real conversation led you to believe that tonight would be the night.

With less than half an hour of alone time left, you brushed your teeth, washed your face, checked yourself out over and over again, and put on one of your favourite Christmas gifts. You and your family aren’t ones for expensive clothing, but this year your mom splurged. And for good reason! It was about time that you got your first official NHL Toronto Maple Leafs jersey. You were dating a pretty big part of the team after all.

You threw jersey #23 on over your cutest bralette and immediately grinned the cheekiest grin you’d ever had. Your mom made the right choice with Dermott. He had the best name and number combination and was one of your favourite players to watch. Plus, the thought of Freddie getting jealous of you having someone else’s last name on your back was turning you on already.

Suddenly, you heard a knock. You ran to the front hall to greet your new boyfriend and swung the door open so fast it shocked you both. “Hi,” you squealed.

Freddie pulled you into his arms midway through your greeting. “Hey,” he cooed. “Love the sweater.” He used his mass to push the two of you inside and closed the door.

You smiled into his chest, absorbing the heat and enjoying the smell of musk and day old cologne, but mostly thinking about how he only noticed the classic logo and probably wouldn’t love the sweater upon further inspection. Neither of you were planning on letting go until Freddie looked up and saw a giant 23 on your back reflected in the hallway mirror.

“Woah! Hold on! Y/N... This doesn’t look like a 31 to me.” He turned you around to look in the mirror and lowered his eyes.

“Well I’m glad you can read numbers,” you said, smirking even more than before. You stepped away and headed to the kitchen, leaving Freddie to stand in the hall and watch that number sway with you while you walked. “We’re having fajitas!”

He took off his coat and shoes and dropped all his stuff before stomping over to where you were. You scanned his body up and down as he approached, his muscles taught from a long day and eyebrows furrowed from your immediate sass upon his arrival. Your heart rate increased with the endless possibilities of how this evening was about to transpire running through your head.

“Why Travis?” Freddie grabbed the hem of your jersey and played with the soft material.

“Well I figured Auston’s was too basic -”

You felt a warm set of lips on yours, cutting you off mid sentence. He slowly pulled away, teeth clutched to your bottom lip. Something about this was almost too careful. Where was the fierceness you expected from your easily riled up hockey boy?

“And 23 is a way better number than 31,” you finished.

Freddie’s hands brushed against your sides and pulled the jersey off your body with so much force that you heard a seam rip. There it is! Your eyes shot to the pile of blue and white on the kitchen floor. “Don’t worry about it,” Freddie said, breathing deeply. “I could probably get you one of those from Travis’ laundry anyway.” That last bit was obviously meant to be sarcastic, so your little bounce and “Would you please!” response sent your boyfriend over the edge.

Before you knew it, you were hanging over his shoulders being carried to your bedroom.

“I love the view from here!” Humour was always your go to in nerve-wracking situations and your flushed face was mere inches from Freddie’s ass. All you really wanted to do was grab it, so you brought your hand up. But before it could make any contact, you were being thrown onto your queen size bed.

“Two and a half weeks apart and this is what I have to put up with after a dumb loss?” Freddie crawled over you, never breaking eye contact.

“Fred, I-”

You were cut off again, not by lips, but by some strong fingers snapping the waistband on your leggings.

“Ow!” You blinked and just looked up at his fiery eyes. He kissed you hard, keeping his hands on your waist and gently pressing his body into you. He let you explore his mouth for just a second before pushing himself up and off you.

The man rolled off the side of the bed and started unbuttoning his dress shirt. All you could do was stare blankly at the shirtless Adonis now standing in front of you.

“Please come kiss me again,” you said sheepishly. Your hands roamed his chest as Freddie crawled back up to lie beside you. Your next kiss was slow and deliberate. You scratched at his beard and he caressed your back. You felt down the curve in his side and he toyed with your bra straps. Almost in sync, you tugged on his belt buckle and he snapped the clasp of your bra open, revealing your sensitive nipples to the open air. He smiled into your lips, taking one breast into his hand, massaging it and rubbing circles into your nipple and made you gasp.

He took the opportunity to separate your mouths and stand back up. “You’re unbelievable, Y/N. You’re so beautiful and kind... And nefarious. For someone who claims to be clueless about romance and sex, god you know how to get me going.” He monologued and slowly took off his pants. Your eyes stayed locked on the soft briefs hugging your boyfriend’s butt as he walked around the room.

He kneeled over your hips and started peppering kisses across your neck and chest. Your breaths got heavier and you let out a moan. “I missed you. You’re so hot,” you panted as your fingers ran through his hair. You felt teeth grab one of your hardened nubs and had to hold back a scream.

Freddie travelled further down your torso until reaching the waistband of your leggings, still clinging to your sweating body. He looked up and raised an eyebrow, asking for permission. You nodded. His calloused, yet soft, fingers hooked into your leggings and panties and peeled them both off. The friction of his hands gliding down your legs was enough to make you throw your head back with pleasure.

“Oh babe, you’re soaked already.” With one swift motion, his hands were on your hips, his shoulders between your thighs, and his tongue ran all the way up through the lips of your pussy, tasting the wetness. You shivered and moaned louder than you thought possible with this new sensation breaking down your walls. His tongue continued to work away at your core, playing with your clit and dipping in and out of your hole.

You were seeing stars at this point, body writhing underneath your giant lover. Your arms had been frozen in place above your head and it took every ounce of energy to finally say, “Fred, please, I think I’m close.”

He backed away and placed chaste kisses on your stomach and thighs as your breathing calmed ever so slightly. He stood up at the end of the bed and removed the fabric that had been concealing his hard and already dripping cock.

You gasped. With all of your overthinking and day dreams of this moment, nothing had prepared you for how big and ready your boyfriend’s member would be.

“Are you okay? We can stop if you’re not ready,” Freddie said with a look that could only be described as loving.

You nodded. “Yes... You’re... I’m... Perfect.” You paused, still staring into his wild eyes. “I just didn’t know I’d like this view so much.” You looked down at his crotch and licked your lips. Your body jumped up before your brain could decide what it was doing. You moved towards the man and gently grabbed the shaft of his dick, Freddie’s breath catching in the back of his throat.

You slowly pumped your hand and licked a stripe up the underside of his cock before a big set of hands pushed you back on the bed. “There’s no way I’m going to last with your pretty mouth around me,” he said matter-of-factly. The Dane hovered over you again, being sure not to make your groins touch while the two of you kissed passionately. Only a couple minutes had passed before he was out of breath again and asked, “are you ready?”

You held his shoulders for dear life and whispered, “yes.”

Freddie reached for the condom he had placed on your nightstand without you realising. He tore it open, slid it on, and kissed you again. Suddenly, there were thighs in between yours and fingers pushed into your vagina, curling into your g-spot and stretching your entrance. Freddie lowered his body onto yours and the contact made you arch your back. You had never been closer to your boyfriend, or more comfortable, until seconds later when he pushed his hard cock into your centre.

You threw your head back and moaned, “oh my god!”

“You like the feeling of having me inside you? I bet you do... Especially after how hard you tried to make me jealous.” Freddie whispered filth into your ear about everything he’d always wanted to do to you and how you were his and no one else’s. He lifted your legs to straddle his lower back and moved in and out of you with so much strength, you thought you might break. You bit into his stiff shoulder muscle to hold back your squeals and moans and he reached around to slap your ass.

That finally brought you to the top. “Baby, I’m gonna cum! Please, fuck me harder!”

You heard a stifled laugh and felt your boyfriend pull out of you almost completely before slamming into you so hard that you screamed. An orgasm took over your body instantly, your head pushing back against the pillow and every part of you tingling. Seconds later, Freddie released inside you and let out a high pitch moan that made you burst into laughter. He pulled out, got up, and tossed the condom into the trash while you caught your breath and sat up on the bed.

The smiles you exchanged were the sweetest either of you had ever seen. He came over to the bed where you were still giggling and wiped a tear from under your eye.

“Oh... I didn’t even know I was crying,” you said hoarsely, “that was amazing. You’re amazing.” You held his face and kissed his soft, puffy lips.

He broke away for a moment and said, “so, fajitas?” You chuckled and started getting up off the bed. “I love you Y/N.”

You smiled so wide your cheeks hurt. “I love you too, Frederik.”

You turned to head over to your closet and throw on something cozy. “Wait!” Freddie had left the room to grab sweats from his bag and came back with something big and blue. “Wear this,” he said with a smirk.

It was his jersey. It smelled like your beautiful boyfriend after having been stuck in a gym bag with the rest of his clothes and it was so huge on you that you definitely didn’t need to wear pants. But that would just make things easier for after dinner anyway.

You did a twirl in the giant sweater and looked in the mirror as Freddie came up and hugged you from behind. “Alright, 31 is an okay number,” you teased.

“As long as your back says Andersen, you can wear whatever number you want, love.”

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thevezinamonologues-blog · 6 years

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Three and Time to Spend with You

Prompt: Hilary Knight and Freddie Andersen Threesome For: the sin bin gc Warnings & Tags: NSFW, Threesome, Oral, Cockwarming, Face-sitting, IDK LOTS OF THINGS.... also I moved Hilary back to the NWHL and put the ASG in Toronto for purposes of this fic whatever let me live Word Count: 3505

It started with Instagram.

You hadn’t thought anything of it, posting to your story about how excited you were to go to the NWHL All Star Weekend. You’d saved up for months, treated yourself to a nice hotel room, and you were all ready and dolled up, wearing your Hilary Knight jersey and a backwards cap with a bi pride flag on it. You’d managed to get a picture of your back and posted it to your insta story. You location-tagged your hotel (it was fancy, you were a little proud that you’d saved up enough to treat yourself there) and you only hesitated a moment before deciding to tag Hilary herself in it, too. You hadn’t expected a response, you hadn’t even really expected her to see it. And if she did, it was just so she knew she had some support there coming from you.

Ten minutes later as you brushed your teeth, your phone pinged with a notification.

Lookin good! 😍 🙌

At first, you thought it was from your friends, but then you saw the username and nearly dropped your phone in the bathroom sink.

Hilary. Knight.

Holyshit.

You eventually got your shit together, but you were still too afraid to answer, so you just let it be. Until later when you got to the rink to watch the skills competition. You were right at the glass from the get-go, taking as many pictures on your phone as you could. At one point, Hilary skated right past you, no helmet on, grinning wildly. You got an incredible close-up. She looked so happy, so free, so beautiful.

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you opened your Insta DMs and sent the pic to Hilary with the exact same thing she’d sent you earlier.

Lookin good! 😍 🙌

You settled in to watch the skills competition and nearly forgot about the message until you got back to your hotel afterwards. The all-star game itself wasn’t until the next day and you had some time to kill, wondering if you should grab dinner or something. You opened up UberEats when a notification came through on your phone.

Hilary Knight followed you on Instagram.

You were still staring at the phone in your hands with complete shock when a second notification came through. Another DM. From her.

Great pic 😉

You clicked the notification and just stared at the message for a while as a second one came through.

Looks like we’re staying in the same hotel. I’m meeting a friend for drinks and we’re grabbing dinner at the hotel restaurant after. You want to join?

You blinked a few times as a third came through. Then more.

Nothing funny or anything (I mean you’re gorgeous but I don’t want to assume that bi = you’re into threesomes because fuck that’s annoying, right?)

But also if you want to, I sure wouldn’t say no.

He probably wouldn’t either.

But no pressure, seriously.

Love to buy you dinner, though. At least as a thanks for taking that dope pic (can I post that btw?)

Ok now that I’ve sent you like 30 messages I’m just gonna let you do your thing here 👉👉

It took you the better part of a minute to get over the shock and answer.

Yes. To all of it. Yes to posting the picture, yes to dinner or drinks, and maybe yes to other things?

Your answer came back immediately.

👍 Meet you at the bar at the restaurant in 30?

You sent a thumbs up emoji back. Then, after a little debate, you followed up with your phone number. Just in case.

You took a quick shower, shaving and exfoliating as much as you could in the limited time you had. You toweled off and checked your phone to find a text from a new number.

It’s Hilary. From Instagram. Looking forward to seeing you tonight, Y/N 😄

You didn’t pack all that much with you, but you managed to find a yellow cotton dress that looked cute and was comfortable. You’d planned on wearing it on your drive home so you didn’t have to bother with jeans, but it was your cutest option at the moment. You put on some makeup and a little product in your damp hair to make sure it didn’t get too frizzy and declared yourself the best you could get with your limited resources. You sent off a quick text to Hilary.

On my way 😃

You got down to the bar, looking for Hilary and her friend. You saw her long hair and approached slowly, only pausing when you saw who her friend was.

“A buddy” turned out to be Freddie fucking Andersen.

And he looked just as good as Hilary did.

Jesus, you weren’t sure you’d survive this dinner.

You did survive the dinner. Hilary was warm and engaging. Freddie had introduced himself to you quietly, but eventually, he was just as welcoming as Hilary. You weren’t great at social situations with new people normally, but talking with them was easy. Hilary’s bright enthusiasm and Freddie’s dry humour meshed perfectly and had you feeling completely at ease. You weren’t sure if the aforementioned “other things” were still on the table. You would be absolutely down if they were, but even if they weren’t, you enjoyed dinner and thought you may have found one, or even two new friends.

The three of you split a giant chocolate lava cake, crowded together in the half-circle booth. You giggled to yourself as Hilary took a piece right off of Freddie’s spoon and Freddie gasped in mock-shock.

You leaned forward to grab a spoonful of the homemade whipped cream and you felt a hand slide across your lower back. You turned toward Hilary, grinning so that the woman didn’t move her hand away. You settled back against her, enjoying the feeling of her thumb sliding back and forth over the soft fabric of your dress. Her hand went higher to settle her arm around your shoulders and you noticed on a quick glance that Freddie seemed to be enjoying you licking the whipped cream off your spoon.

Maybe those Other Things were still on the table, after all.

Hilary leaned close to your ear, your hair tickling your neck as she whispered. “My room? And do we invite Fred?”

Okay. Definitely on the table.

“Yeah,” you breathed, leaning into Hilary. “And yeah.”

Hilary’s room was a few floors up from yours and the elevator ride was humming with unspoken energy. Hilary’s arm was still around your shoulders and Freddie was looking at the two of you as though you were the real dessert.

You looked between them. “Are you two… like… together?”

Freddie shook his head no. “We used to be, but we’re just friends now.”

“Sometimes we meet up when we’re both in the same place,” Hilary added. “But yeah. Just friends, now.”

You blamed your nerves for the lack of brain-to-mouth filter when you spoke next. “Too much gorgeous for one relationship?”

Hilary snorted and turned to press a kiss to your temple. “Something like that, babe,” she said against your hair.

When you got into Hilary’s room, she excused herself to go to the bathroom and you turned to Freddie. He approached you slowly, reaching out toward you but halting his hand.

“Y/N,” he said softly. “You’re definitely okay with this?”

You smiled softly, stepping closer and grabbing his hand to put it on your hip yourself. His large fingers curled into your soft skin as he dipped down to kiss you slow and searching. He was a patient kisser, coaxing your lips open and by the time you pulled apart for air, you weren’t quite sure you remembered how to breathe.

“Jesus, that’s hot,” you heard from behind you. You turned toward Hilary, Freddie’s hand still on your hip.

Where Freddie was a patient, intense kisser, Hilary was indulgent and fiery. She read you instantly, finding what you liked and chasing it down with a firm tenacity. She pulled your lower lip between her teeth before swallowing your resulting whimper in another kiss, deep and bruising enough that it pushed you back into Freddie’s chest.

Freddie’s hands slid around between you and Hilary, hands splaying across your stomach. You weren’t built like either of them, nor were you all that thin. You flinched a little away from his hand, a little self-conscious about the soft skin he found there.

“Stop that,” Freddie said, voice gruff as he moved one hand to pull your hair to one side so Hilary could suck a bruise into your neck. “You’re beautiful, Y/N.”

You felt your cheeks redden, and it only got worse when Hilary nipped at the newly-created hickey before agreeing. “He’s right.”

You weren’t sure what to say. Anything that came to mind was either self-deprecating or just awkward so you opted for letting it go and tugging at Hilary’s blouse until she relented, stepping back just long enough to tug it up and over her head.

Jesus Christ. Her arms. “Just fuck me up,” you thought, only realizing you actually said it out loud when Freddie chuckled and Hilary all-out laughed. She was still grinning when she pulled you into another kiss.

Freddie had moved into your peripheral vision, pulling off his grey henley and undershirt. You lost track of him for a moment as you closed your eyes, one hand sliding up to the soft cotton of Hilary’s bra, tugging one of the cups down to thumb at her nipple. Freddie moved back behind you and you leaned back, using him as a bit of a wall.

Hilary arched into your hand and you repeated it with your other hand, shifting a little so her legs were straddling your thigh. She shifted one of her legs up, Freddie seamlessly grabbing her thigh so she could roll her hips into your thigh. Her lips were pink and puffy and she looked so fucking beautiful.

“Bed?” you asked them both and the three of you reluctantly untangled. Hilary pushed her jeans down, stepping out of them before guiding you to the bed. She’d hiked your dress up over your hips before you sat down. You marveled at her coordination as she pulled your dress over your head while simultaneously settling herself on your lap. Your hands slid up her thighs, feeling her muscles flex beneath your palms. Freddie was standing, silently watching and lazily palming himself through his jeans.

“Fred and I are probably gonna fight over who gets to eat you out, fair warning,” Hilary hummed against your lips and you cut your eyes to Freddie, then back.

“Both?” you grinned as you pulled away, unhooking Hilary’s bra and tossing it aside. “Both is good.”

“I like the way you think,” Hilary laughed. Her laugh quickly turned into a moan as you slid a hand between her legs. You could feel her wet through the cotton of her panties and you shifted a little, tightening your thighs in response to the warm heat that rushed through you.

“Freddie?” you finally asked, reaching out to him. You felt a little bad he was so quiet, just watching for a bit. He seemed fine with it though, but just as happy to step out of his jeans and kneel on the bed, catching your lips again. He started to unhook your bra strap as Hilary worked her lips up his neck. When he finally pulled his lips from yours to catch Hilary’s, you watched, dazed for a moment before finishing what Freddie started and getting your bra out of the way.

They moved seamlessly together and watching them was like watching a secretive, sensual dance and you shivered a little at the idea that you not only got to witness this beauty, but also participate.

Freddie broke the kiss and guided you back to lie in the center of the bed, eyes trailing over your body as he gazed approvingly. “Since I’m a gentleman,” he said, teasing as he smirked at Hilary. “You can taste her first.”

Freddie ignored Hilary’s triumphant grin as he tipped his head to kiss across your collarbone and down your chest between your breasts. You were pretty well-endowed, but you’d never really considered your breasts a huge erogenous zone before. As Freddie’s stubble scraped over your nipple before he flicked his tongue across it, you realized may have been mistaken.

Hilary, meanwhile, was sucking little bruises into the skin of your hips, still teasing around your panties. She nuzzled over your center, still covered by the soft cotton, and breathed you in. You rolled your hips toward her and whined low in your throat.

Freddie swallowed your moan in a kiss as he palmed your breasts, causing you to arch up into him. You felt all lit up, just shy of overwhelmed from the attention you were getting. You needed something to focus on, so you slid your hand into Freddie’s boxer-briefs and wrapped your hand around his semi-hard cock. You stroked lightly, but mostly you just wanted to feel the weight of him in your hand, occasionally thumbing over the slit, spreading drops of precum around the head.

By the time Hilary finally stopped teasing and started working your panties down your legs, Freddie was lazily fucking into your hand while he alternated teasing at your breasts with his mouth and kissing you slow and tender.

Finally, you felt Hilary’s mouth on you. She spread your lips apart with her fingers and licked the flat of her tongue up your slit slow and hard. You whimpered into Freddie’s mouth, eventually breaking the kiss when Hilary’s lips closed around your folds, sucking them into her mouth.

“Please,” you whimpered, not even knowing what you were begging for.

Hilary moved your thighs over her shoulders then zig-zagged her tongue over your clit. Your thighs shivered, feeling the muscles jump without you even trying.

“So beautiful,” Freddie said, sliding a hand down one of your thighs, squeezing, then giving it a little slap and watching it jiggle. You flushed, a little embarrassed but he pinned you with a look.

“I mean it,” he said, moving back up your body to nibble at your jawline. “I wish Hils brought her strap-on. You’d look so good with your legs wrapped around her while she fucks you.”

“Guess you’ll have to do it instead,” you said, your voice breathy as Hilary worked her mouth over your pussy. You felt her chuckle against you as she slid two fingers into you. You arched into it, seeking more until she crooked her fingers up and the pads slid across your G-spot.

“Guess I will,” Freddie agreed, grinning and palming his cock. “Keep it warm until then?”

You nodded and opened your mouth, tongue covering your bottom teeth. He reached up to put a few pillows under your shoulders and head, making sure you were comfortable before sliding his cock into your mouth, just enough so that you didn’t choke. You tasted the salty precum. You closed your mouth over him, suckling lightly, but he shook his head. “Just like this. Is that okay?”

You nodded as much as you could, keeping your mouth still, just letting his cock rest in your mouth. He cupped your cheek in his hand, running his thumb across your cheekbone. “So beautiful,” he breathed. “So good for us. Is Hils making you feel good, darling?”

You hummed your assent against his cock and he grinned, keeping his hand on your cheek and a steady stream of dirty talk that was, quite frankly, doing a lot for you.

Soon enough, Hilary had your thighs shivering around her head as you came hard, your cry muffled by Freddie’s cock. Hilary kissed her way back up your body, and Freddie took his cock out. You had just enough time to suck in a breath before Hilary’s lips captured yours. Freddie’s hand went between your legs, staying away from your still oversensitive clit.

“You want me to fuck you, baby?” he asked, sliding three thick fingers into you. You whimpered and nodded against Hilary’s lips.

You broke the kiss. “Yeah and-” you broke off on a sigh as he slowly slid his fingers in and out.

“And what?” Hilary prompted, passing her hand over your breasts, then down your ribs. “What do you want, babe?”

“I want-” you breathed, trying to gather your thoughts into words and make those words come out of your mouth. It was a lot harder than you thought, but eventually, you choked it out. “Want you to ride my face while- while he fucks me. Want my mouth on you.”

“Fuck,” the word sounded like it’d been punched out of Hilary and she stopped her gentle exploration to reward you with a hard, deep kiss. “Fuck yes, baby. That sounds- yes.”

“Just-” you added quietly, not wanting to disappoint them, but the way they both immediately stopped and listened to you had you relaxing and feeling warm. You turned your gaze to Freddie. “Be a little gentle at first? I get uh… oversensitive for awhile after…”

Freddie nodded and settled between your thighs, dipping to press a kiss to the inside of your knee. “Of course, dove. Of course.”

Freddie hiked you up a little, then slowly, gently, patiently slid into you and you breathed out slowly, feeling the best kind of full. Hilary put her hand on your cheek, guiding you to look at her.

“You ready?” she asked.

You nodded, more than a little desperate to taste her.

“Keep your hands on my thighs and tap if you need me to get up, babe, okay?” she asked and you nodded, nearly making grabby hands for her as she settled over your face.

“Love watching this,” Freddie said, rocking slow and patient in and out of you.

Hilary grabbed onto the headboard and slowly lowered herself onto you. You opened your mouth, flattened out your tongue and let her settle the flat of your tongue exactly where she wanted it. You lapped slow, moving in tandem with Hilary’s gyrating hips. Freddie’s cock felt perfect, just keeping you turned on while you ate Hilary out from under her.

You speared your tongue at her entrance while the tip of your nose brushed her clit and you two kept a slow, steady build up for a while, giving you time to breathe and her time to build up to a good orgasm. You could tell when she got closer because she let her body do the talking for exactly what she wanted. Eventually, she was just grinding her clit down on your outstretched tongue while her thighs shivered beneath your palms. Freddie sped up his thrusts, moving a little faster and a great deal harder as Hilary slowly moved off of you.

After a few moments, you pushed at Freddie’s chest before turning the two of you over so you could ride him.

“Jesus, you look good like this,” Freddie breathed as you started grinding down on him. You started off slow, but you could tell he wanted more. You leaned forward a little, steadying yourself with your hands on his chest, and moved faster. You felt Hilary’s lips on your neck and her hand between your legs, sliding across your clit.

“Fuck I’m gonna…. If you keep doing that, I’m gonna-” you started, breath stuttering.

“S’fine,” Freddie said, digging his heels into the bed and thrusting up to meet you, finding a speed that worked for him. “I’m close too, babe.”

You shuddered and came around Freddie and not long after, you felt his hands tighten on your thighs and he held himself up as he finished into the condom.

You moved off of him on shaking legs, and fell to the bed. Hilary curled up beside you and Freddie took a few breaths before getting up to dispose of the condom. He came back with two warm rags, carefully cleaning both you and Hilary up before curling up on your other side.

“That was… holy shit…” you finally said and you felt Hilary grin against the bare skin of your shoulder blade.

“Yeah? Glad you enjoyed,” Hilary said, twining her fingers with yours and settling your joined hands on your hip.

“I never actually got to taste you, dove,” Freddie said as he hit the light on the nightstand then rolled over and threw his leg over the two of you. “In the morning? Then I’ll take you both to breakfast. I know a good place.”

You hummed an assent and gave a sleepy nod.

“Damn gentleman, you are,” Hilary said, nuzzling into your neck. “Sounds good, though, Fred.”

Hilary then nudged you a little. “Fred’s got plans tomorrow night though but I’d love it if you stayed in town a little longer, Y/N.”

You were more than a little shocked at her admission, but you quickly recovered. “Y-yeah. Absolutely. Yeah.”

“Good,” she hummed contentedly as Fred started lightly snoring to your side. “I look forward to it.”

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(day 10) baby’s first christmas , frederik andersen

note, this fic is part of my 14 days of christmas. check out this masterlist if you're interested. none of these fics in this series are connected, they are all standalone. this fic is part of the “andersen adventures” series. check out this masterlist for the rest of that series if you're interested. another note, with the timeline of this story, this fic takes place while fred is in toronto. pair, frederik andersen x reader summary, y/n and freddie spend their first christmas as parents with little baby elias. warnings, a baby word count, 1135 words

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"And this is where we're gonna open gifts tomorrow. We got you some but you're still too little to understand what all this means." You walked Elias around your living room where Christmas decorations were covering the room floor to ceiling.

"This is your stocking, with the E right next to Jasper's. And you know? Santa's gonna come down the chimney, and your gonna get all the treats and toys." Elias giggled, bringing a smile to your face.

Fred stood in the doorway of the living room, watching you point to every little detail around the room with excitement while Elias looked around with curiosity.

"Daddy probably thinks I'm crazy cause your still too little to know what all of this means and you probably won't remember what any of this means, but I've waited my whole life for this." You whispered, kissing the crown of his head.

Fred's heart melted at the scene. The woman he loved cradling the child he loved to her chest. It was a scene he wouldn't soon forget.

His heart sank when he realized he would have to disturb the scene in front of him, "I hate to break this scene up, I really do, but it's time to get Little E to bed." Fred announced.

You turned to him with a pout, "It's so early."

"You know as well as I do that if he stays up any later it's gonna mess up his sleep schedule, and mess up our's," Fred smirked.

"Fine." You held him close to your chest, before making your way up the stairs and up to his room, "Come on, Jas." You hollered. Fred heard Jasper's quick feet following after you as he sprinted up the stairs. He chuckled to himself but followed after you.

The next morning Fred woke up before you. He stretched out his limbs before reaching over and turning off the baby monitor. He could hear Elias fussing and didn't want to wake you up, so he decided to take morning duty.

He climbed out of bed and made his way down the hallway towards Elias' room. The moment the baby saw the door open, he began wiggling around in his crib, "There's my boy." Fred beamed, picking up the baby and cradling him in his arms.

"Did you sleep well this morning?" Elias responded by reaching up and tugging on Fred's hair, "Okay, let's not pull." He laughed, removing Elias' hand from his hair, "Why don't we go get some breakfast?" He pressed a kiss to the boy's face as he walked out of the baby's room and down the hall towards the kitchen.

As he began cooking the pancakes, he heard you come down the stairs, Jasper following after you, "There she is. Our favorite lady." He sang.

"I didn't hear him wake up." You rubbed your eyes.

"It's cause I turned off the baby monitor. Wanted to let you sleep." He smirked.

"Thank you." You smiled, pouring yourself a mug of coffee, "Do you need help with anything?" You asked.

"Nope, nope." Fred immediately shook his head and pushed you out of the kitchen, "You go to the living room, take Eli with you. Start a Christmas movie or something."

"Okay, okay." You laughed, raising your hands in surrender, "Come on, E." You picked up Elias and carried him to the living room, mug of coffee in hand.

After breakfast was digested and both Jasper and Elias were fed, it was time for presents. You both helped Jasper and Elias open their gifts, "Look at that, Eli."

He picked up the toy truck that Mitch and Steph got him, "You like trucks." He played around with the truck a little while Fred searched the tree for the next gift.

When he finally found it, he sat back on the ground behind Elias after setting the gift in front of the baby, "Come on. Rip this part." You told him.

Elias reached forward and tried to rip off the paper. He messed up a few times, but eventually got the gift unwrapped. He let out a screech when he finally saw what was wrapped up.

He loved stuffed animals, and his favorite animal were bears, so you gifted him a stuffed Carlton. He pulled the bear out and hugged it to his chest, "You like it?" You beamed.

He responded with noises of excitement and joy, which were all good signs, "I take it he does." Fred laughed.

"That's good." You surveyed the damage of all the toys all your friends and family had gotten for your son, "I think we all might've gone a little overboard." Fred nodded in agreement, "Anyways, I think it's time for our firstborn."

Fred smiled, whistling, "Jas!" Jasper sprinted into the living room at the sound of his name and the whistle. Jasper ran over excitedly and began jumping around and licking everyone's face. He paid special attention to Elias and licked all around Elias' face, causing the little boy to giggle.

"All right, that's enough, silly boy." You picked him up and pressed a kiss to the dog's head. You held him in your arms, as Fred pulled out the first gift, "Who's it from?" You asked.

"From Zeus." Fred made quick work of pulling the tissue paper out of the bag to reveal a new toy.

"Oh, my goodness, Jas." You gasped in your baby/dog voice, "A new toy?"

Jasper wiggled around in your arms before you set him down, "Okay, okay, calm down." You both laughed. He picked up the toy and squeezed it and the toy squeaked.

"Okay, Jas, next toy. Who's this one from?"

"Pablo." Jasper ripped the wrapping paper off the toy with his teeth and let out a happy bark when he sniffed around and realized it was his favorite snack.

You finished opening the rest of the gifts until your living room was covered in nothing but wrapping paper and toys for both babies and dogs.

"Well, that was fun." You stated as you surveyed the damage.

"Tons." Fred nodded, "I think it's time for Mr. Elias to go down for a nap."

You pouted as Fred picked up Elias, who was still clutching his stuffed Carlton, and watched as he carried the baby up the stairs to his room, "Well, looks like it's just you and me, Jas." You sighed, looking over at your dog, who looked just as sad to see his human companion leave.

After Elias was down for his nap, you and Fred worked on cleaning the living room. Once everything was clean, you settled on the couch with some leftover pancakes as you watched Christmas movies.

"Merry Christmas." Fred smiled, pressing a kiss to your head.

"Merry Christmas." You smiled, leaning up and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

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Hallelujah, Holy Shit - Frederik Andersen

The Andersen household is full around Christmas, and that combined with a stressed boss, the tension was bound to come out at some point.

contains: angst, family drama, cuss words, light smut, some sweet dad!freddie- this basically has every genre you can think of.

words: 3,415

this is based off of the movie, National Lampoons Christmas Vacation, though it is not set in the 80's.

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“Fred...honey...we don’t need a tree that big.”

Finishing the cup of hot coffee he shook his head, pulling you close to him by his strong arm. It was a calm Saturday in the Andersen household, just the four of you. Freddie, yourself, your youngest child, Ben, and your oldest child, Maggie.

“Nonsense, of course we do. It adds life to our home,” Fred responded, kissing the top of your head. Walking past you to sit on the couch he sips on his coffee, turning on the television and flipping the channel to find a holiday themed movie. “We can all decorate it later when the kids get back.”

Currently it was just the two of you at home. Ben was at hockey practice until noon, and he would then spend a few hours at a friend's house. Maggie had spent the night with a friend, and would be home after lunch. But of course, both of you were on your toes. Your parents were supposedly coming into town, but they did not tell you when.

“There’s other things we can do before they get back, too.” you replied, leaning over the back of the couch and sliding your hands down his chest, gently pressing a kiss to his temple. Fred gently giggled and took another sip of coffee that was now warm, setting the cup down on the table in front of him.

“Oh yeah? And what do you have in mind?” he led on, kissing your forearms as you kept your hands on his torso, your fingers getting lower and lower on his body. Your lips got lower too, kissing a light trail from his temple down to his jawline. He closed his eyes and let you tease him, taking your time with every touch and every kiss. As you started to get friskier, you noticed that Fred started to get more aroused too. The tent in his sweats was a little more obvious now.

You were about to get to the good stuff when the doorbell rang, and knocks on the door followed. Dropping your head against his shoulder you let out a deep sigh. One of these days you’ll get laid.

Opening the door, expecting Jehovah’s Witnesses or someone asking for donations to their charity for the holidays, you saw your parents. Giving your two parents a large smile with wide eyes, you embraced both of them with a hug around their necks. “So glad you’re here! So early…” you said, mumbling the last part to yourself.

They entered your home, taking their coats off and setting things down onto the floor. You grabbed the suitcases they left on the front porch. “Fred! How are you, son?” Your dad cheered, walking over to where he sat on the couch. Sitting next to him on the couch he gave him a healthy pat on the back, causing Fred to laugh nervously.

Fred was still convinced, even after years of being together, that your father did not like him. Sure, he was a bit of a jock in his college days, but he grew up and thankfully got out of that phase. But Fred is still convinced that your dad doesn't like him. No matter how many times you assure him that he is very well liked.

“Freddie, do you wanna help me carry these up the stairs?” you asked with a slightly nervous tone, pulling the bags towards the staircase. He set the coffee cup down and removed the pillow from his lap. He was less aroused now that his in-laws were in front of him. “Mom, dad, there’s still some coffee in the kitchen if you want a cup.”

Fred grabbed the heaviest bags while you grabbed the carry ons, following him to the guest room. Rolling the suitcases into the carpeted room you closed the door, taking a heavy sigh and leaning against the door and looking at Fred with wide eyes. “Why are they here so early?! Christmas isn’t for another two weeks!” Fred exclaimed with a quiet voice, stepping toward you and putting his hands on his face, his expression matching yours.

“I don’t know! They didn’t call, text, email, write- nothing!” sighing deeply you closed your eyes, putting your hands in your hair while you stood up straight. Fred pulled you away from the door and wrapped his arms around your body, kissing the top of your head. “Ugh, why are they like this?” you whined, face planting into his muscular chest.

“Well, at least they get to be here for the holidays Y/N. That's something we can be thankful for.” you sighed, putting your arms around his body and resting your cheek against his chest. He swayed with you back and forth, his lips lightly kissing the top of your head. “I’ll just have to wait three weeks to have sex with my wife, but that’s okay. At least we’re with our family.”

Fred gave you a fake smile and you pulled your head off his chest, looking up at him and the fake smile he was wearing. You snickered and Fred did the same, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips. “Hey- we have a big shower.” you assured with a sly grin, standing on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him deeper this time. “And an SUV with a big backseat,” you mentioned parting the kiss for only a moment.

He groaned and closed his eyes, parting ways before he couldn’t take it anymore. “Don’t tempt me, honey. I don’t want to fuck you where your parents are gonna sleep tonight.” his hands slid down the sides of your body and pulled apart for good. You frowned and dragged your hands down his arms. “Now I have to shake this hard on off and go entertain your dad.”

“Don’t sound so sad, Freddie. I’m sure he’s already asleep on the couch.”

Over the next week, Freddie was working hard on the outside lights. No, not the porch lights. The Christmas lights. Refusing to pay a company an absurd amount of money to do a half ass job, words taken straight from his mouth, he decided to put them up himself. With nothing but his own two hands, his ten year old son, and a staple gun he eventually got the job done.

So the next saturday, he was ready to finish the project. Fred had bought the town's tallest ladder to even wrap the tree branches, not just the tree trunk. Like he said earlier, he wasn’t going to do just some half ass job.

“Dad, why do we need this many lights?” Ben asked, standing at the bottom of the ladder where he untangled the lights as Fred was finishing up the trees. The poor boy was missing out on watching hockey due to him helping his dad do something meaningless in the mind of a ten year old. Maybe someday Ben would understand, or in a few hours, Fred thinks to himself.

“Because, son. We are better than everyone else, do you see the neighbors with as many lights as we do?” Fred responded, wrapping the branches carefully, maintaining his balance trying not to fall. Ben shook his head as a response to his fathers question. “Exactly. We are gonna have the best looking house on the whole block, even if it means I had to spend over five hundred dollars.”

“Over five hundred?!” Ben exclaimed, his jaw dropping and his red cheeks matching his red hair. Ben was quite literally a carbon copy of Fred, in every way. His deep red hair, coffee brown eyes, and perfectly shaped nose was handed down from Fred to Ben at the moment of conception. Though Ben's personality took after you, his looks were all from his father.

“Shit- don’t tell your mom about that.”

Your parents had been in your home for two weeks. Two long, exhausting, cold weeks. The children had been out of school for almost a full week now, Ben either at hockey practice, a hockey game, or at the rink. The boy lives at the rink- a true rink rat, in the words of his father. But Fred couldn't be more proud of his son when it came to the sport. After all, he was the reason Ben wanted to try out.

And when Ben is at the rink Maggie is with friends or in her room by herself. Typical teenage girl things. She takes after her father in her personality, more quiet and reserved. She keeps to herself a lot but she certainly isn’t closed off. Maggie isn’t afraid to speak her mind when she thinks it is appropriate nor is she afraid to crack a joke or two.

It was early on a Saturday morning when Freddie woke up with a tent in his boxers. It was too early for this, he thought. But when he looked over and saw that you had fallen asleep in just your bra and underwear, your hair was shaped around your face perfectly, a light blush on your cheeks from how warm it was in your bedroom from the heater. Of course he was hard, he got to wake up to his favorite sight. That, and he hadn’t gotten any action in over three weeks.

Fred gently scooted closer to you in the bed, sliding his thick thigh in between yours and his arm wrapping around your torso. He places light kisses to the exposed skin on your chest, kissing along the outline of your bra. The scratchiness of his beard and the wetness pooling between your legs is enough to wake you up.

“Fred,” you speak, voice scratchy as you open your eyes to see what you’ve been feeling him do. He hums in response, moving on top of you now and burying his head in your neck. “Freddie,” you speak again, turning your head to look at the clock on the wall.

“I know baby, I know.” Freddie's voice is deep and covered in lust, dying to do what he’s been dreaming about for three weeks. And it makes you feel awful for what you’re about to remind him of.

“Freddie, Ben has a game in two hours, we have to get up.” he stops his movements and drops his head on your shoulder, his body suddenly losing life as his muscles go limp. You kiss the side of his head and play with his hair a little bit.

“We should have never put him in hockey.” he mumbles as he rolls off of you, doing his best to get rid of his problem in his boxers. But it doesn’t help when he watches you walk to the bathroom in just your underwear and bra.

As if on cue, his bedroom door busts open with a happy Ben, already ready to hit the ice. A smile on his face and giggles coming out of his mouth as he jumps on the bed, tackling Fred in a big hug. “Dad, I have a game today!” he exclaimed, sitting on his knees. Fred gave him a faint smile with dim eyes, nodding along to everything that he was saying.

Ben kept rambling on and on, meanwhile you were quick to change into something decent and put a little bit of makeup on. Even though you loved that your son played a sport he loved, you wish he picked something that didn’t play at ten o’clock in the morning. On a saturday.

While breakfast was being made, he stuck to his pregame ritual, which was watching cartoons and reading a comic book on the way to the rink. It wasn’t long until it was time for the puck drop. You sat with Fred just a few rows up from the glass, along with Maggie and your parents.

Halfway into the second period Fred got a phone call from work, one that he did not want to answer. But you urged him to, knowing that the last thing he needed was to be flooded when he came into work on Monday morning. Reluctantly, Freddie walked out of the rink to answer the call.

It was another twenty minutes before Fred came back into the rink. His body language was entirely different now than it was when he disappeared. He sat down with a huff and ran his hand over his beard, resting his elbows on his knees. His shoulders were stiff and his lips were pursed, his cheeks slightly red.

“Are you alright?” you asked, running a hand up and down his back slowly. You took notice of his body language, smoke was practically pouring out of his ears. He was not happy from whatever someone told him on the phone.

“No, I just found out I have to fire basically an entire department, and I might not get my holiday bonus because of it.” his tone was dark and he was still stiff as a board. You can only imagine what is going through his head right now. He remains quiet throughout the rest of the game, clapping along with the crowd when the boys make a good play and then standing when the final buzzer sounds.

“Hey mom, how about you guys take Maggie and Ben out for lunch or something?” You suggest, knowing they probably heard the conversation you had with your husband earlier. Your parents wait for Ben to come out of the locker room along with Maggie and you walk with Fred back to the parking lot.

“So, what’s going on? Why do you have to fire people?” Fred sighs as he pulls out of the parking lot and starts your route home. His grip on the steering wheel is firm, his knuckles almost turning white.

“Well, some of my employees were overcharging our customers for materials. Like, way overcharging them. And I caught it about it a couple weeks ago but I was told it was a mistake and it was being taken care of. But clearly they’ve been doing it behind my back.” Fred explained, keeping his monotone voice and his firm grip on the steering wheel the same.

“I’m sorry Freddie, I know how much you hate firing people.” reaching your hand over to his shoulder. He relaxes and sighs, putting his hand on yours and bringing it up to his mouth and kisses your knuckles.

“It’s fine. As long as I still get my bonus we’ll be okay.” he pulled into the garage and leaned over, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You smiled and turned your head, connecting your lips with his. “Hey, we have the house to ourselves for a little bit.” he said, his lips turning up with a grin. He turned the car off and you matched his look, sighing a little bit.

“Yeah, what do you suggest we do?” you knew exactly what he was thinking, because you were thinking it too. He opened the door and chuckled, “you’ll just have to follow me to find out.”

Christmas Eve. What you would argue is the second busiest day of the year. Getting last minute gifts, wrapping paper, things from the store. Things you thought you had but apparently you don’t, so now you’re one of those people who needs to go to the store the day before Christmas.

Fred has been busy all week, dealing with trying to figure out how to fix this problem that the branches he sees over are going to get over this hill they’ve put themselves on. He’s been stressed, to say the least. This was not how he wanted to spend his Christmas, stuck in his home office drowning in papers, his eyes straining from looking at a computer screen all day.

While the rest of the family was in the living room, an old Christmas classic was on the television. Your mom was busy knitting- an old habit she’s had for as long as you could remember. Ben was doing a puzzle with your dad on the coffee table, and Maggie was making cookies and other treats in the kitchen, a new hobby of hers (but a tasty one).

You had snuck away to wrap some gifts last minute. You started with wrapping the kids' gifts first. You never knew when one of them was going to pop in, so you wanted to make sure they were wrapped first. Realizing you were out of tape you quickly snuck down to Fred’s office to grab a few strips.

Carefully peeking into his office you find him facedown on the desk, heavy breaths coming out of his mouth. He was dead asleep. You lightly shook his body, waking him up so that he wasn’t going to get a stiff neck. “Freddie…wake up honey.” He raised up, his eyes droopy and his hair matted down on his left side. “Honey if you’re this tired, just go upstairs and take a nap.”

Fred groaned, but took your advice. He turned off his lamp, putting papers and folders away so that when he would inevitably come back to his desk later on it wouldn’t be so cluttered. He started to walk out of the study and head upstairs when Maggie stopped him, handing him a letter from his corporation. “The mail guy just dropped this off, he must have been running behind the past couple days. Usually they don’t deliver on holidays.”

He stood in the kitchen and opened the letter carefully. Reading it with tired eyes, he soon reread the letter just to make sure he was sure of what it said.

No Christmas bonus this year, we are sorry for the inconvenience this may have caused.

“Holy shit,” he said, annunciating every syllable. “These mother- no way!” Fred threw down the paper onto the kitchen counter. He laughed sarcastically, running his hand over his beard and looked down at the floor in disbelief, his mind running a mile a minute.

“Fred? What’s going on?” You asked, walking towards him and picking up the letter he aggressively threw down. You read the words that he just did and although you didn’t feel the same rage he did, you were in shock.

“This is fucking fantastic, Y/N.” He blurted out, no regard for who else might be in the room to hear him. “I mean if we weren’t gonna get a bonus, why would they promise that to us?! Unbelievable. No good sacks of shit, all of them!” he cursed, opening the fridge to grab a cold beer. He popped it open with one swift twist. He took a healthy swig before speaking again, “I was gonna do some things around here with that bonus too, I was gonna build a pool and maybe if we had enough left, work on getting Maggie a car. But, fuck that!”

Everyone in the Andersen house was stunned. Sure, you have all heard Freddie curse every now and then. Who doesn't? But, he had not ever done it to this level before. “I’m going upstairs,” he mumbled before turning the corner and taking heavy steps underneath on the carpeted stairs, slamming the bedroom door when he got there, everyone jumping a little when he did.

“Well, guess it’s just us four then huh?”

“Freddie, come down stairs, we have to read the bedtime story before the kids go to bed.” You quietly suggested, opening the bedroom door softly. He was laying against the pillows in his pajamas, red plaid pants and a white t-shirt. He looked even more exhausted now than he did before coming up here.

He didn’t respond, instead he just looked at you with soft brown eyes. You step forward and grab the remote to pause the show, tossing the remote to the empty side of the bed. You knew he felt bad for his…outburst, earlier. He had always tried his best not to curse in front of the kids- let alone his in-laws.

“Hey, what’s going on? Tell me about it,” you encouraged, sitting next to him on the bed. He sighed, sitting up and then running a hand through his hair.

“I’m sorry I acted like that, you guys didn’t need to see that. I was mad, but still. I’m sorry.” He admitted, taking your hand and giving the top of your palm a soft kiss. You grinned and stood up.

“It’s fine, mom and dad understand perfectly. Now come on, the nutcracker isn’t gonna read itself.”

.・。♡.・゜✭・.・✫・゜✭・。. ♡・。.・゜

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xo, j

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