#Freddie Andersen smut

[behoright]

smitten l f. andersen

shorty, would you join me for one night?

summary: freddie wakes up next to a lovely stranger, and he really can't remember how you got there.

wordcount: 3.2k

song: pretty kitten - dua saleh

warnings: 18+ - minors dni! smut and sexual situations. tw: unprotected sex (oops), bruises and hickeys, mention of partying, alcohol and hangovers.

a/n: barely proofread. wrote it today - ig I was in a freddie mood. to anon who asked about him - hope you like this!

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“Oh, my fucking head.”

Freddie’s eyes blinked open early, thanks to the lovely tension that wrapped his head tightly. It was so painful that he felt like even blinking made his temples spasm in pain.

It took him a second for Freddie to place himself in space and time. The last thing he remembered was winning the game, the Canes’ first stadium series game, and going out with the team. They all went to a bar together, or, was it a club?

That’s when things started to become blurry for him. Considering Jarvy forced everyone to start drinking in the locker room, he wasn’t surprised. 

Freddie wasn’t a huge party guy, but he had fun when it was called for. 

Not usually like this, though, he thought. 

He couldn’t remember the last time he had gotten blackout drunk. 

The pounding in his head and slight recoiling in his stomach quickly reminded him why. He laid in bed, his eyes still adjusting to his room, waiting for any flashbacks of the night before.

Nothing.

Thankfully, he recognized his room, a tiny bead of sunshine seeping through the crack in his curtains. He must have been really wasted considering that, from what he could see, he left the bathroom light on and his clothes were all over the floor. 

Even if he wanted to, Freddie felt like he couldn’t move. He wanted to grab a pillow and bury his head in it until he fell asleep.

That is until he went to reach over for one next to him and ended up grabbing…you.

Freddie’s heart jumped as soon as he recognized a head of hair on the pillow next to him, his hand retrieving dramatically. 

This, he really had no recollection of. 

He attempted to puzzle everything together.

At closer inspection, the clothes on the ground were not only his. Your purse and heels thrown half haphazardly on the chaise that sat in the corner of his room.

“Oh, fuck.” he chuckled. He hadn’t had a night like this in a while. In longer than he liked to admit. 

He watched you, mesmerized, as you turned onto your back and slowly opened your eyes.

“Uh, hi. Good morning.”

“Hello.” you said, quietly, looking up at him.

Your sweet voice prompted something in the player’s head, something he couldn’t quite place his finger on. Suddenly, he had just a taste of memory from last night. Maybe… talking to you somewhere? 

He sighed, coming to terms with the harsh truth. He might never remember what happened.

“I, uh. I’m sorry.” he said, rubbing his face in his hands. “I, I don’t remember a single thing from last night.”

“Yeah, we were pretty drunk.” you uttered.

“Do you remember?”

“Bits and pieces.” you chuckled, watching his face light up slightly. “I remember enough.”

“Did we, um?” he asked, gesturing at the room. 

You could only nod, sitting up and covering your bare chest with his sheets. 

“Okay, that explains the, um, you know, the clothes and all.” he said, eyeing your body move under the blankets. 

Freddie quickly opened his nightstand drawer just to find, to his horror, his stash of condoms untouched. 

Shit.

Well, it was too late now to do anything about it, he thought, looking back at you. 

Who was this? Who was this beautiful woman, and how did she end up in his bed?

“I hope I didn’t, um, do you anything, that you didn’t…”

You turned towards him more, finding that worried gaze, shaking your head before he even finished.

“Oh, thank god.” he sighed. “I-, I was afraid that, you know…”

“No, no. I definitely came here of my own volition.” you said, putting your hand on his arm as reassurance. “The parts I remember were, uh. They were fun.”

“Oh, okay, good.”. Freddie looked down, blush spread all over his face. 

From what he could piece together, despite the growing hammering in his head, was that you were both almost equally as drunk. 

The rest was still unclear.

But you didn’t seem repulsed, or disgusted, or afraid of him, and that was a good sign in Freddie’s books. Because after all, even if he couldn’t remember it, that meant he had managed to get you naked, and it had felt good enough to disregard any use of protection. 

Drunk Freddie had great taste but poor choices, he thought to himself, before letting out a big, belly laugh. 

“This is so fucked.” he exclaimed. 

“I know! I never, really, do this, so. I understand.” you sighed, laughing along with him.

“Oh, fuck it.” he said, extending an arm to you. “C’mere.”

He wrapped his forearm around your shoulders, letting your head fall with a sigh on his bare chest. He obviously knew you were naked, but it didn’t hit him until he felt your soft skin come in contact with his under the sheets. A tiny spark went off in his head, the memory of the feeling of your body slowly coming back to his senses. 

“I can see why I came home with you.” he said. 

“Yeah?” you asked, looking up at him. “I’m not a regret? You’re not kicking me out?”

“No, no. Stay.” he said. “But only because I don’t remember anything. I need someone to help me put together what the fuck actually happened.”

“Oh, I see! So I’m only allowed to stay here for memory purposes only.” you chuckled.

“Absolutely.” he said. He thought you couldn’t tell, but it was quite obvious Freddie’s eyes had locked on your lips as you two kept the banter going.

“Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I don’t think I remember much more than you. I don’t believe I’m going to be too useful in that department.”

“Perhaps I should kick you out, then. What am I going to do with you?”

“Right, right. Nothing. Maybe I should go.”

Freddie didn’t even let you finish the sentence before his grip tightened against your body, bringing your face closer to his. 

“You’re too warm right now. If I let you leave, I’ll get cold and stuff, so. I do need you to stay here. Cuddling purposes only.” he said, winking at you.

“I think I can be a good cuddler.” you said, placing your cheek on his shoulder.

“So far, so good.” he uttered, his gaze never leaving your face. “But maybe you could get a little bit closer.”

Your scooched closer, hooking your leg around his hip, bodies flushed and touching. As soon as your thigh met his hips, however, it was impossible not to feel his morning wood. 

“You’re hard.” you said, boldly, looking back up at him.

“Uh, yeah. Sorry.” he stammered. “Sometimes, you know, that’s awake earlier than I am. I’m really sorry.”. 

Freddie went to adjust your leg, attempting to move it away, before you stopped him. 

“No more cuddles?”

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” he said.

“I don’t mind. It’s okay with me.”

“It, it might get worse with your leg, you know, moving on top of it like that.”

“My leg is on it, isn’t it?” you said, slowly applying a tiny amount of pressure. “Is it bothering you? I can move.”

“No, no, no, that’s okay.” he spewed out, perhaps a bit too hurriedly. “It feels kinda good, actually.”

“Oh, it does?” you asked, moving your leg up his length now, with more pressure now. 

“Hey!” he laughed, throwing his head back. “Come on, now. Yeah, yeah, that feels good.”

“I mean I’m just getting comfortable!” you chuckled. “I want to make sure I give the best cuddles, since this is why I’m here.”

He kept laughing, his chest moving as he threw his head back into the pillows, before finding your sparkling eyes looking up at him again. 

“Oh, you’re doing great. Yeah, those are…” Freddie’s voice lowered as he brought his face close to yours, the tip of your nose touching his. “...they’re great cuddles.” He whispered against your mouth before pressing his lips into yours. 

Feeling your tongue run down his bottom lip, Freddie parted his lips, letting you in his mouth and letting more memories play front center in his mind.

He could immediately remember first tasting you, the taste of you and the drinks mixed on his tongue as the cool winter breeze hit his face. 

You moved closer to him, your leg clenching on his hard cock, bringing him back to the present. 

Freddie pressed his hand against your cheek as he brought you somehow even closer as your kiss grew wetter and more heated. 

There was no fighting for dominance, your tongues lapping at each other, interlocking and twisting while your lips rubbed harshly the more turned on you both began to get. You were moving so smoothly, stroking his member steadily with your soft thigh, making Freddie ant more and more. It took one moan out of him for you to straddle him, his lips never leaving yours. 

“You’re wet.” he said, his eyebrows shooting up as soon as your pussy sat flush on his dick. 

“Yeah, I mean, sometimes that’s awake befo-”

“Shut up!” he exclaimed, jokingly pushing at your arm. 

Now that you were on top of him, Freddie could see the evidence from the night before, along with how beautiful your body was. 

Marks covering your velvet skin, from your neck all the way down to your lower belly. 

He ran his calloused fingers down your abdomen, staring agape at the dark bruises that adorned your skin. 

“It was all you.” you said so quietly, it was almost a whisper. 

“I-, I don’t usually do this.” he said, keeping his eyes on the clusters of marks as you rolled your hips hard onto him. 

“Well, it felt really good.” you moaned, your head lolling back as you began to rub your wet cunt up and down Freddie’s cock. 

He let out a quiet moan, his fingertips grazing upwards until they found your now exposed neck. He traced the burgundy lovebites gently as he watched your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

“Keep rolling your hips like that, fuck.” he moaned. “Like that, baby, yeah.”

As you picked up the pace, your juices wetting his pulsating cock, you looked back down at him. Freddie’s freckles on his chest were highlighted by the redness that now covered him, his breathing picking up exponentially faster. 

The mix of his cum from the night before mixed with your arousal made both of your sexes slick and slippery with desire, allowing your clit to glide smoothly on his member. You would both moan louder whenever your swollen nub would reach Freddie’s head, the palpitations of your lust sending shockwaves all throughout your bodies. 

And Freddie thought this was so fucking hot.

“Oh, fuck me.” he said, letting his fingers through his hair. “You’re making me throb like crazy.”

He could feel your thighs clenching from the desire, almost beginning to tremble, as you started to lose yourself on top of him. Your warm fingers were now placed firmly on his lower abdomen, right where Freddie was starting to feel the pleasure build up briskly. He loved that you weren't necessarily riding his faster, but instead letting your weight go more and more on top of him, letting that delicious pressure heighten the feeling. 

Freddie could feel your entrance slide on him, and it was starting to become unbearable. He sat up, wrapping your arms around your low back, finding your hazy eyes as you didn’t quit your movements. 

“You want it so bad, don’t you?” Freddie whispered into your lips. “You’re driving me crazy. baby.” 

You almost fell onto him, your glistening and plump lips bouncing against his over and over in a series of aggressive and sensual kisses. If there was a lack of dominance before, it had now turned into a messy and sloppy fight of a makeout session, constantly interrupted by little hasty pecks. The thought of letting you completely overtake his mouth made Freddie’s cock twitch against your swollen cunt. 

“I can’t take this anymore, baby.” he said, his biceps easily picking you up and throwing you, face down on his mattress. 

He swore he heard a little giggle as you hit the sheets, your ass slily sitting up and back for him. The quick movements made Freddie’s headache worsen, the room moving slightly; he didn’t know if it was his hangover or how turned on you had him, but he frankly only cared about one thing. 

“You’ve had your fun for now, you minx.” he said, positioning the head of his cock at your entrance.

Freddie’s fingers grabbed your ass harshly as he bottomed out inside of you, his bottom lip tucked tightly beneath his teeth. His body covered in goosebumps rapidly as he felt his pubic hair touch your ass. 

As he started thrusting he suddenly remembered filling you up in the same way the previous night. He remembered your hair tightly in his grip as he buckled his hips into yours over and over again, the sweetness of your moans sounding just how they did right now. 

He began moving, slowly, in and out, letting his precum coat every inch of your walls.  

“Oh, yes, baby. You’re so fucking perfect.” he groaned. 

Freddie was a big man overall, towering way higher than you, and that translated to all of his body. You could feel the places inside you that had been touched by his cock the night before, traces of his touch marking you still. No matter how wet and ready you were for him, it was still a compact fit, his cock tightly snug inside you. 

A big part of Freddie’s weight was resting on your ass and lower back, his strong forearms tensed as he pushed you down into the mattress and fucked himself deep into you.

It wasn’t enough. 

He wanted to be closer to you, deeper. 

And the more he pushed in, the louder it ripped moans out of you. 

He could be really rough, as you vaguely remembered, but it was clear that Freddie had a shy, more reserved side, even as he started to pick up the pace. He only let go of his unyielding grip on you to gently reach over and turn your head to the side so your cheek was pressed against the mattress.

“No muffled sounds, baby.” he groaned, positioning himself back onto you. “I want to hear you.”

Just like that, he started hitting you harder, his swollen and leaking head tapping at your cervix by now. 

“Oh, oh my god.” you moaned. The angle and pressure of his hands pushing your stomach down were creating a turmoil of pleasure in your hips. He was strong, but it was hard to keep from squirming back into him. 

Seeing you struggle to keep your movements down caused Freddie’s cock to grow harder within you, almost jolting against that spot that made you quiver in pleasure every time. 

He couldn’t believe this was unfolding right below his eyes. The mixture of pleasure, pain growing deeper in his head and straight frustration made his skin flush somehow deeper. The fact that he could only remember small moments from the night before was making him cramp with discouragement. He woke up next to a drop dead gorgeous girl, who was somehow already naked, funny, and sweet, and he couldn’t remember how he got her there. 

Something about it made him thrust more aggressively.

It was hard and hot, and he didn’t feel good, he felt dehydrated and overheated, but at the same time, he was totally overwhelmed by your aura and your body, desire tingling within him.

“Oh, god.” he moaned. “I don’t even know your fucking name, and I-”

“Keep going, baby. Please fill me deeper. I want more.” you moaned, his hips rhythmically slapping against your ass. 

It felt so dirty and primal to him, the fact that he could see and feel the spots he had been around the night before, even if he didn’t remember it. You were so close that his thighs were rubbing against yours, fully, both of your skins reddening at the stimulation. 

Freddie was conflicted between focusing on it all or choosing to fixate on his balls slapping against your wet clit, your thighs quivering against his, your moans or your walls clenching tightly against his cock. The back and forth between it all and the memories of last night playing over again in the back of his head made his eyes roll all the way to the back of his head, legs twitching so hard that he brought his chest to your back, moving his grip to your hips. Your sweat mixed together whenever you both heaved, now moving in unison as your bodies were fully in contact again. 

“Oh, fuck, I’m going to fill you up.” he moaned. “Oh, oh, this is, this not-”

There was a part of him that remained responsible; a part that knew that this was a very bad idea. But the pleasure had taken over, derailing whatever common sense he had left. He let his head fall in the crook of your neck, moving his face fully into your hair. The writhing of your body beneath him felt like ecstasy, the soft skin of your ass rubbing against his pubic bone. Every time he trusted deeper inside you, his chest would slide all the way up your back. He had you completely engulfed in his frame, his arms locking you tightly flush against his body.

“Oh, baby.” he moaned, right before a series of curses tumbled from his mouth as he felt your pussy flutter around him, slowly beginning to crumble in his arms.

Your orgasm hit so deep, his cock pounding into you, that you failed to control or hold back any moans, all of it pouring out of you at once. Feeling you tremble so hard in his arms, Freddie wasn’t far behind. 

He buried his face all the way in your hair, letting your smell overcome him as he shot thick ropes of cum inside you, his big thighs tensing against you. He couldn’t help but squeeze you tighter and tighter, craving to feel your quivering body against his as you kept coming around his twitching member. 

Heavy breathing filled the room as you both stayed immobile, his body growing heavy around yours. 

“Oh, my god.” you whispered.

Freddie couldn’t help but chuckle, his arms eventually releasing you as he sat up, letting his cock grow soft inside your warm, cum filled pussy.

“You’re so beautiful, by the way.” he said, running his fingers through your hair to find your flushed face looking for him already. “Oh, my god, indeed.” 

Your laughs turned into simultaneous whimpers he pulled his cock out of you before coming to sit next to you.

Freddie’s eyes traveled down your body as he trailed his fingers up and down your back, right until you had enough energy to sit up and find him with a kiss.

“Fuck.” he said, eyes staring deeply into yours. “This is going to be embarrassing but…. what’s your name?”

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[misshoneyimhome]

Can you please write something sexy/smutty/funny with Freddie Andersen? Maybe along the lines where he and Y/N are in a established relationship, and in a ~love making~ night he gets maybe too eager and finished first and he gets embarrassed but she just makes fun of it and plays it cool and he's determined to give her a good time and redeemed himself!

I love you writing! Thank You! ❤️

I really hope you can understand my request 🙈

Oh, thank you very much, bb! 🤍 Of course, it makes perfect sense 😉

Omg, yes! A Freddie request 😍 I've missed this man so much! So of course, I can create something about my favourite ginger man 🤍 It's been a while since I've written about him, and I truly appreciate you sending me this request!

I do apologise for the sports puns, though… 🙈

Warnings; 18+ smut; fingering; unprotected sex (p in v); creampie; more fingering; more unprotected sex; more creampie; play with cum?... I don't know, something along those lines

・✶ ｡ﾟ

I’m gonna fuck love the Hell out of you I Freddie Andersen 🖋️⚡️

It had been too long.

Far too long since you'd felt the touch of your boyfriend, and since you'd touched him.

But it wasn't his fault, not in the slightest.

For months, Frederik Andersen had been wrestling with his health, and as his girlfriend, you'd supported him to the best of your abilities. Whatever he needed, you'd been there – both physically and emotionally.

Freddie, usually a calm and reserved man, was slowly being consumed by the struggles that kept him from the hockey rink. Hockey wasn't just a job for him; it was everything he loved. It was intricately woven into his personality, and without it, he felt empty.

It wasn't that you weren't important, or that he didn't cherish having you around. You were his partner, a significant part of his life. However, hockey meant more than just a sport to him; it was his lifeblood.

And you understood his turmoil, or at least you tried to. The emptiness that lingered when he couldn't engage in the sport he loved reflected in his eyes, and you couldn't help but ache for him. You'd been by his side through the physical struggles, the emotional toll, and the silent battles he fought within himself.

Now, as the days stretched into weeks and the weeks into months, you found yourself yearning for the return of normality. Yearning for the days when the touch of his hands wasn't overshadowed by the weight of his health concerns. It was time – time for the healing to progress, for the quiet moments to be filled with shared laughter and stolen kisses, and for Freddie to reclaim the joy that hockey once brought to his life.

It was as if his eyes lit up with an intense brightness the moment the doctor gave him the all-clear on his health issue, though the reminder lingered that he'd have to take it slow and wait before fully returning to hockey.

Yet, the two of you felt like you could conquer the world.

With Freddie's smile finally gracing his lips again, you decided to make a proper night out of it, complete with a romantic dinner – not the health-conscious meals he'd been stuck with for the past few months. No tonight, you both cooked his favourite dish together.

And as you indulged in the deliciousness, laughter echoed through the room of your shared apartment. Freddie was back to cracking jokes, even discussing hockey, which had been a topic he'd avoided as it only brought him sadness, knowing he couldn't play. Oh, his sweet laughter.

The beautiful sound you'd missed so much. But what you craved even more was the feeling of his hands on you. The way his large palms would roam your body, making you feel small and at ease as he gently caressed and massaged you.

Freddie had a way of making you feel incredible.

It was one of the things that had captivated you from the beginning. The way he took his time the first time you were intimate, exploring every inch of your curves, ensuring no skin went unnoticed. He had made you feel as light as a feather under his touch, undressing you, kissing you, and eventually using his fingers to prepare you for him.

Freddie was a big man, everyone knew that. His 6′4″ and 238 pounds could easily envelop your small figure, and not to mention his member. Though it wasn’t unrealistically large, it certainly matched the rest on him, and you knew from the first time he’d push it into you, you’d have to adjust to it.

And as soon as you'd become comfortable to his length and girth, he thrust into your warmth, feeling every inch of your tight walls around him as he pounded and pushed you over the edge.

Yes, Freddie had the ability to make you see stars simply by making sweet and passionate love to you.

Yet, it was nothing compared to when he was in one of his moods, particularly after a bad loss or a great win. Freddie could turn 180 degrees, and the sweet, calm, and quiet man would transform into a beast.

Or on those nights when you'd be a tease – whether unintentionally or not – he'd lose control and simply dominate you, asserting that you were his and no one else's.

Because you were indeed like no one he'd ever been with before. Despite your limited knowledge of his home country and background, you showed nothing but interest in him and curiosity.

You had devoted yourself to him and his lifestyle from the very beginning, and he fell so quickly and hard in love with you that he couldn't even believe it himself. No one could have prepared him for how deeply he would come to love you.

Then, when his injury came, rendering him unable to play hockey for an indefinite period, he feared the worst. He was no longer the cheerful man you'd fallen in love with. Nor was he capable of showing you the love and affection you deserved, paying you attention, and sharing intimate moments. No, he felt almost handicapped.

Like Superman without his cape or Batman without his Batmobile.

However, to you, it didn't matter.

Freddie was your boyfriend, the love of your life, irrespective of his physical state or career, and you were committed to being by his side through it all.

Every waking moment, you endeavoured to bring a smile to his face, assuring him that everything would improve, and no matter what, he wouldn't be alone in this. Though the future remained uncertain for both of you, one thing was certain – you would face it together.

And tonight, you could finally celebrate as he neared full recovery and a return to the rink.

Furthermore, it appeared that you weren't the only one eager for the occasion. Freddie's hands roamed over you as you cleared the table, did the dishes, and ensured there was nothing to attend to in the morning.

His lips found your neck at every possible moment, leaving a trail of butterfly kisses mixed with gentle nips from his teeth. And you could sense his cock slowly growing in his trousers, quicker than usual, as you felt your cunt almost at a pulsating rhythm between your legs.

"Freddie," you moaned softly as he stood behind you, his face buried in the crook of your neck while his hands massaged your breasts through your clothes. You had to steady yourself against the kitchen counter as his mouth worked its magic on the sensitive skin.

"I want you… now," Freddie's words were deep and husky, his movements impatient and eager, and you couldn't help but sink into his touch.

"Bedroom, Freddie," you managed to whimper, and in no time, Freddie carried you out of the kitchen, placing you on your back on the bed.

Under the soft glow of the bedside lamp, you and Freddie then found yourselves naked, tangled in the sheets of your shared king size bed. The room echoed with the hushed sounds of soft moans and whispered sweet nothings as Freddie kissed your jawline and massaged your breasts.

You felt his eager member teasing your inner thigh, your fingers weaving through his thick ginger hair as he connected his lips with yours again, his tongue exploring your mouth.

You could sense his hunger.

Using a hand to sneak down between your bodies, Freddie gently circled your clit a few times before pushing in two fingers. Yet, as soon as he felt your tight, warm walls around them, impatience and a desperate need to replace it with his cock took over.

It was as if all his usual calm, patient, and focused goalie skills had vanished during his time away from the ice, and tonight he felt needy.

Swiftly withdrawing his digits, he replaced them with his length, slowly easing into your core, feeling every stretch he caused you. Moans escaped your lips as Freddie's large member filled you up, not even fully in before the tip hit your very back. His strong arms on either side of you tensed as he began rocking his hips, letting his shaft stimulate your walls with every thrust, as he found a steady rhythm.

"Yes, Freddie… Mmm, you feel so good," you whimpered as heavy breaths filled the room, mixed with sweat, sweet noises of pleasure, and skin slapping together. 

It was intense, eager, and almost rushed as Freddie suddenly increased his speed, feeling his climax building up and his patience challenging him as he became desperate for release. In a way, he seemed to forget all about your needs, something he'd always attended to first, but not tonight.

And as the passion between you escalated, Freddie's eagerness got the best of him. In a moment that could only be described as "goal-scoring speed," he reached the finish line a little sooner than anticipated.

“Shit…” 

Feeling the rush take over, he let out a deep, uncontrolled grunt as he spilled his seed into you, painting your walls with his cum. His large body felt heavy on you, almost collapsing from his intense high, and a sheepish grin spread across his face as he avoided eye contact. A disappointed sigh escaped him, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks.

You, however, couldn't contain a light chuckle. "Freddie, did you just set a record for the fastest goal ever?"

Freddie blushed, a mix of embarrassment and disappointment playing on his features. "Uh, yeah, I guess I got a bit carried away."

You let out another soft chuckle, running your fingers through his hair, as your eyes gazing up at him. "Well, someone's eager tonight. It's cute, really."

But Freddie didn't find it cute at all.

This wasn't the lover he usually was to you. He was your attentive man who always took care of your needs, but tonight he had only cared about himself and given in to desperation.

However, determined to redeem himself, Freddie looked into your eyes with a spark of conviction. "I promise I'll make it up to you, love. Round two is going to be legendary."

"Oh, really?" You raised an eyebrow, feigning scepticism. "I'm counting on you, Andersen."

Both of you took a moment to calm from the recent activity, Freddie resting on his side next to you as he caressed your body. You were incredible to him, and he felt more and more eager to give you what you deserved – the pleasure and rush he had reached himself.

Gently, he found your little pearl of nerves again, slowly circling and stimulating it.

Your lips parted with a small gasp as you locked eyes with him, feeling the pleasure slowly building up in your lower abdomen, your hands finding the sheets on the pillow case behind your head to tuck on. 

"Mmm, Freddie… Please, more."

But Freddie took his time, knowing he had to make sure he got fully hard again before giving you what you needed. Instead, he gently let two long fingers slip into your core again, feeling his own cum as he massaged your walls and pumped his digits.

It almost felt naughty.

Playing with his own ejaculation inside your body, Freddie's eyes intently followed your sweet, squirming facial expressions. Your eyes closed as you relaxed under his touch, and he slowly felt his member fill with blood again.

With renewed enthusiasm, Freddie set out to prove that his skills extended beyond the hockey rink. The room filled again with a mixture of sweat, passion, and the sweet sounds of your moans as he worked tirelessly to ensure your satisfaction. You couldn't help but admire his dedication.

Your orgasm slowly formed, and as Freddie increased the intensity of his finger pumping your heat, curling his fingers at the right angle, he hit your sensitive spot. Your moans became louder, your lungs emptying for air as your breaths felt heavy and incoherent.

"Yes, Freddie… I'm close," you announced, arching your back in anticipation and desperation to reach the climax.

With a few more pumps, amidst the sticky sounds of Freddie’s and your juices, you let out a deep moan and surrendered to the orgasm, letting it course through your body. Your legs trembled as you slowly came out of the rush, your hands' tight grip on the sheets loosened as you again opened your eyes and looked at your man.

"Well, I must say you did pay me back," you flashed him a sweet, lazy smile. However, Freddie wasn't completely satisfied. Sure, he'd made you come. But to him, that wasn't enough. He had to show you that he hadn't lost his touch completely, and you were still in for the rest of the second round.

So, withdrawing his fingers, he flashed you a mischievous smile, and you knew right away that he wasn't done with you.

Instead, he rose from his resting position, knelt between your legs before swiftly turning you over onto your hands and knees, your ass completely exposed to him. This was probably one of Freddie’s favourite positions as it provided him great access, and he could control his force as he liked. And most importantly, you loved it too.

Though it wasn’t particularly romantic, it always felt amazing when Freddie could fill you up completely and pound into you.

And as he once again let himself slip past your folds, stretching your sleek entrance for the second time tonight, moans slipped off your lips. His hips rocked against your ass, allowing him to hit your very end with his throbbing cock, and you knew you wouldn’t last long.

Freddie felt so good, and he had your mind clouding with every thrust. A smile formed on your lips as you tilted your head back, your hair almost like an invitation for him to grab, as you let Freddie pound into you with eager motions. 

Wrapping his large hand underneath, he took hold of your locks and gently pulled them while his other hand rested on your hip, holding it in place as he increased his speed.

If you could see yourself from a different angle, it probably looked like a poorly homemade porno film; with Freddie fucking you in doggy style and you uncontrollably moaning his name.

You felt your second orgasm approach. And as Freddie could feel how your walls clenched around him, he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back either.

"Yes, baby… come for me," he managed to speak darkly in between deep moans.

And it took nothing more for you to let yourself go again, and the rush took over, blurring your mind as your juices covered his shaft. Your muscles tightened as you arched your back, and Freddie’s name rang from your mouth, which had him feeling his own second release upon peaking.

With a few more forceful pounds, his grip on your hair holding on, he let himself bottom out in you again, deep husky noises coming from deep down as he came.

“Fuck…” Freddie breathed out, letting go of his grip as he stayed in the position to make sure he let every single drop into you, before gently pulling out and watching his cum drip from your core, slowly gliding down your inner thigh.

It was incredibly hot. So much of his white liquids were still in you, and as you dropped your head, trying to regain control of your breath, he observed your beautiful cunt for a few more seconds.

Almost a minute went by before either of you moved from the position and retreated to rest on the messy bed.

As it turned out, in the end, Freddie's determination paid off, and you shared a laugh as you cuddled in the afterglow.

"See," he teased, "I told you round two would be better."

"Well, you definitely made an incredible comeback," you grinned, tracing circles on his chest. 

"Good," Freddie laughed, pulling you closer. "It’s important to me that I make you feel good too, baby – I’m just sorry I haven’t been able to touch you for so long."

Your eyes were intensely locked onto your boyfriend, and you couldn’t help but smile up at him.

"Oh, don't worry about that, Freddie... I've had my vibrator," you teased with a chuckle, prompting a bewildered expression and laughter from Freddie.

"Hey! It's not funny…" but he knew you were just teasing. Despite how effective a toy could be in bringing you to climax, it was nothing compared to the pleasure Freddie provided – his embrace, his lips, his warmth, and his cock.

He made you feel incredible, and nothing could ever replace that.

"By the way, I thought the doctor told you to go easy with activities?" You raised an eyebrow, earning a light chuckle from the tall redhead beneath you.

"Well, he didn't say anything about these kinds of activities…"

"Baby, I think I meant all sorts of activities," you chuckled lightly.

"Hmm, then I guess it's good that this was me going easy…” 

#18+ smut #my asks #freddie andersen smut #nhl fanfiction #nhl smut #frederik andersen imagine #freddie andersen imagine #carolina hurricanes imagine

[harlowhockeystick]

18+ under the cut teehee. for you anon <3

freddie is insatiable. he's on another level when he gets like this, almost like a different man. his eyes get a little bit darker, grip is a little tighter, breaths are deeper. his thrusts get a little harder.

you both agreed to start trying for children recently, after been together for some time and getting to do all of the married couple things together that you wanted, traveling and making memories just the two of you; it was time that you add a third into the mix. and freddie was all over the idea. you couldn't even finish your sentence before he was pouncing on you.

he wanted everything to be just right and special, not just another night in bed. he took you out to dinner for your last real date night before things get crazy with hockey season, pre season camps, and getting back into proper training. he wanted to make sure that you were getting what you needed before his attention had to be elsewhere for a season.

right as soon as you walked in the front door is when it all started. locking the door he came up behind you and picked you up taking you straight upstairs to where he would begin to ravish, love, and adorn you for however long he decided.

he undressed you then undressed himself. it was like he re-learned your body each time; every time he made love he found all of his favorite places on your body each time again as if he had forgotten them from the time before. learning once again how and what makes you tug on his hair and squeeze your thighs around his head as he laps everything up into his mouth that trickles out of you.

he loves mouthing and eating at your core. if he had the time and the stamina, he would do it all day. he loves the way you taste, and if he thinks about it during the middle of the day sometimes he still can taste you and it'll distract his thoughts. that just means that when he gets home he'll have to kneel down in front of you and hook your legs over his shoulder once again to satisfy his day long thoughts.

he treasures the way your walls enclose on his hard cock right as he slides in all the way. how once he's in there's no escaping, there's no pulling out until he knows that you are one hundred percent satisfied.

he always starts off slow, allowing your body to get used to his once again. letting your body remember what it feels like to be loved by him in the truest form. freddie tucks his head into the crook of your neck, daring to leave love bites there on your tender skin.

he molds his hands with yours, stretching out both of your arms together above your head his thrusts get deeper and faster, and all you can do in response is tighten your legs and moan into his ear praises about how good he is making you feel. he loves to make you moan. he loves to make you wrap your legs around his body.

it lets him know that he is in control of your pleasure- he is the one making you feel good and nothing else can. nothing but his raw sex can make you moan like that.

at this point he's made you cum more than twice and he can feel you climaxing to a third one and by this point, he's ready to spill inside you. normally he cums into a condom but this time he gets to let it spill inside of you and let mother nature do her thing.

he's panting, one hand grasping onto your body so tightly you know he's gonna leave a hand shaped bruise in the morning, and the other is still holding your hand. your free hand is raking down his back surely drawing just the tiniest amount of blood. freddie always thinks that's hot.

as soon as he cums deep inside of you he lets the air out of his lungs with a sigh. he doesn't pull out just yet, afraid to waste any. he logically knows that the chances of getting pregnant on the first try are slim to none, but still, he can't waste his hard work can he?

rising up, cock still inside of you, you can see his sweaty chest and how some strands of hair were sticking to his forehead. he leans down to kiss you, his hand cupping your cheek. slowly he pulls his cock out of you and with two fingers pushes back in what came out making you gasp.

he kisses a trail up your body then up toward your lips again. freddie pulls away, "we'll do round two in a little bit, just wanna love on you for now," and you know full well it doesn't take long for freddie to get hard again.

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[leafs-lover]

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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[cellythefloshie]

;; All I Want Dedicated to @callsign-denmark for her birthday bingo

Summary: This year, to make it easy on her family, Claire is celebrating her birthday in Raleigh. She would prefer a more private event, something just for family, but when your brother was the Captain of an NHL team: family extended to a roster of 21 she barely knew - including goaltender Frederick Andersen. M's Bingo Card Tropes: Whirl-wind romance, Captain’s sister, FreeSpace - children/babies (Claire's nieces and nephews), “Let’s celebrate tonight”, “please stay”, Summer Birthday Kinks & TW: age gap, love at first sight, soulmates, in public (briefly), thigh riding, alcohol consumption (no mentions of intoxication), sundress season, virginity/first time, size kink/height difference (5'2 & 6'4), vaginal fingering, praise kink, unprotected sex (are we even going to pretend to be surprised by this?), implied heels kink, pet name: flower. Original Character: Claire is the baby sister of the Staal family. Face Claim: Dove Cameron. Word Count: 8.6k+ A/N: Happy birthday girlie! I hope that this little (ha) story I've put together for you fulfils your birthday bingo dreams and more! Also, damn you! The sinful things I thought about this man while writing this. There is no going back after this one. And full disclosure this was based solely on like 1 interview I watched and a handful of pictures on the internet because I know next to nothing about Freddie BUT I like to think I did a pretty damn good job with him. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to celebrate your day with you! 🎉

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Claire didn’t like big birthday parties, but when you were a Staal you didn’t get much of a choice in the matter. Her parents were always in attendance, then came her four older brothers, and with them their wives, and their children. You would think that it would have stopped there, but when your brothers all played in the NHL - and when one happened to be the Captain of the team in the very city she was holding her little get-together - players or two were bound to show up as family. Claire didn’t mind all that much, she liked the guys Jordan played with and it always made for an entertaining night - even if that meant feeling like a bystander at her own birthday party. 

Without knowing for sure just how many people would show up, her parents had taken the opportunity to reserve a private patio as her restaurant of choice - and it made Claire all the more sound with her choice to wear the light and flowy blue sundress patterned with daisies. It had been a dress she had been looking for an excuse to wear. The skirt of the dress stopped just above her knees, and the bodice was fitted to show her figure without being too heavy on her skin. The Carolina heat would weigh on her enough throughout the evening, she didn’t need an uncomfortable outfit to ruin her night. Instead, she would leave that to her shoes. 

Claire was small. Standing merely 5’2, she had been dwarfed by every single one of her brothers who stood at 6’4. The moment she had stopped growing, she had committed to a lifetime of being someone who had to wear heels. She wore them wherever she needed them, no matter how uncomfortable or impractical they may be, and had mastered the art of walking and running in them. Which was already coming in handy as the night was young as she was chasing around her all too energetic nieces and nephews. 

For the most part, the 12 children, varying in ages, could entertain themselves - or were glued to the hips of their mothers as they were too young or too shy to venture out onto the open patio space around the table. But Claire, she had a reputation to uphold. As the youngest child, who was proudly single, she was the embodiment of the Fun Aunt. She spoiled them with gifts and wasn’t one to shy away from being a little too rambunctious - even if that meant drawing a little too much attention as everyone arrived. 

“Look who we have here,” the voice had Claire perking up from where her nieces and nephews came at her in an onslaught of affection, demanding to be picked up and swung around or carried on her back, “an overgrown child.”

The playful jab had her beaming, a smile bright as a ray of sunshine as her eyes fell on the culprit, “Brady!”

Skjei had only been on Carolina for a few seasons, but with his history playing with the Rangers alongside her brother Marc, he was a familiar face at family gatherings. “You made it,” she lowered one of the children back to the ground, giving the others a quick apology as she excused herself to greet the Carolina Hurricanes defenceman to her party. 

“Of course,” he smiled, his arms opening wide to welcome Claire into his embrace, “biggest bash of the off-season, when have I ever missed it?”

For a moment, she pondered in his arms. Lips pursed her head tilted from side to side. She couldn’t quite remember the last time she had a birthday without him being there. Marc had invited him all the way back in Skjei’s rookie season when it had been her sweet sixteen. She had a schoolgirl crush on him back then, but now she couldn’t look at him without seeing more than another brother. 

“Never, ever,” she decided after a moment and stepped back from his hold, “so what did you get me?”

Brady scoffed as if she had offended him, “You mean I’m not enough?” Claire shook her head slowly, bouncing her feet with anticipation as she held her hands behind her back. She looked misleadingly sweet, and innocent when in reality she was far from it. “Alright, alright, you got me. Mom took it from me when I got in. You’ll know it’s from me when you open it.” 

“Oh, so it’s a good one,” Claire laughed.

“They always are, aren’t they?”

“Of course,” she pushed his chest playfully before leaning off to the side to look around him, “didn’t drag the team along with you this time?”

“Not many of the guys back in town yet,” he hummed, looked back over his shoulder to where the brothers had gathered, “just Derek and Freddie-”

Claire perked up, “who?”

She knew who, well kind of. Frederick Andersen had been the team’s primary goaltender - except when his injuries had plagued the season - since was signed back in 2021. And while it had been years since that initial contract, she had yet to meet him. Which was a damn shame, because from what she could tell he was gorgeous. 

“You haven’t met Freddie?” Brady raised a brow, his arm around to cradle your back as you both turned in place to try to find him in the crowd. Which wasn’t all that difficult when he towered as tall as her brothers. Her eyes settled on him as he stood by the table with her brother Jordan, and glass in his hand as the two of them shared conversation. Just the sight of the towering Danish goaltender left her stomach aflutter with butterflies. He really was gorgeous with his strawberry blonde hair that was slicked back like James Dean and a smile that left her weak in the knees. 

“Com’on then, let’s go meet him,” Brady’s words were a mere echo in her mind as he pressed against her lower back to ease her into her stride.

She followed his guidance carefully, her every stride bringing her closer to Freddie, and giving her eyes something more to admire. First, she noticed the stubble that framed those lips that she was sure could talk her into anything. Then, was how his t-shirt hung off the strength of his shoulders peaked at his chest before hanging loose around his west. Her eyes travelled down over his hips and she had half the mind to stop there but then she saw her thighs. Claire was left near salivating that how they tested the elasticity of his denim jeans. She had no doubt that they were thick - strong and it only left her wishing he had been wearing shorts just so she could indulge in the sight of them. To see how they flexed when he walked, or how they would spread over his seat as he sat-

“Earth to Claire!” Her mind had been lost, her gaze up on the watercolour skies as her mind wondered only for Jordan’s humoured tone to cut through and end any sinful thought that threatened to overtake her. “You alright there kiddo?”

Claire wrinkled her nose, at the nickname. She was very much a grown woman now, and it was still a nickname she could shake thanks to being the baby of the family. Yet, she didn’t fight him on it and instead spoke out in a soft, apologetic hum, “I’m sorry, I must have just gotten distracted. The sky is just beautiful right now, isn’t it.”

“She is,” the unfamiliar voice left her head snapping in its direction. The two, simple words had slipped from Freddie’s lips, and she couldn’t help but wonder if she had heard them right. Surely, her mind was playing tricks on her and he had said it and not she. Right?

“What was that?” she cocked her head at him, her bright blue eyes raising to meet the sweet chocolate hue of his stare for the first time. Claire had only meant to indulge herself in a quick glance, but the moment her eyes found his her stare was locked for his gaze was down on her as well. The air around her seemed to be lost, her lungs suffocating on the mere presence of him as she waited for even a single word to leave his perfect lips. 

Claire watched as his smile waivered on his lips, curling from a small smirk to a wider grin before settling back into that smug smirk again. She knew in an instant that he wasn’t going to get the answer she was looking for. Instead, she was met by the reach of his large hand, and let his lips part in a simple introduction, “Freddie.”

Her brows were drawn together at the offer - a handshake, really? What was this? A business meeting? Yet, she humoured him, her hand left feeling dainty as it was consumed by his touch. It engulfed her like the overwhelming embrace of an ocean wave. Lungs struggled to take even a single breath as the warmth of his touch consumed every inch of her body. Then, she was lost in his gaze, drawing in every bit of his attention and drowning in it.  Claire held his hand for too long, she knew it and she was sure her brother had noticed too, and yet her touch on his hand remained as she finally manages a slow and steady breath before saying nothing more than her own name.  

“The birthday girl,” Freddie hummed out, and her stomach fluttered. 

Something told Claire that he could call her anything and she would be left swooning. 

“That’s right,” Claire hummed her fingers still lingering on his, failing to let go of his hand, “and I think that means you have to get me a drink.”

Claire hadn’t meant to be so flirtatious with her words, especially not with her brother and Brady standing right there. Yet it left her lips so shamelessly, and her boldness hasn’t failed her. 

Gripping her fingers between his own, Freddie drew her in just close enough to wrap her arm around his so that she held onto the breadth of his forearm so he could guide her off to the bar - leaving Jordan and Brady behind them before either could interject. Her delicate fingers gripped gently at his strength, her heart both dreading having to let go of him and racing at just how he felt between her touch. Touching him felt like the first sip of water after days of needing to drink. It was unlike anything Claire had ever felt from something so simple and it left her breathless as she came to the bar. 

His words were an echo in her mind as he ordered his drink, and then his gaze came down on her again, patiently waiting for her to tell him just what she liked to drink. 

“Paloma, please,” she muttered sweetly, her hand still on his arm as she looked only to him with little acknowledgement to the bartender. 

And when their order was made, and they were left to stand and wait patiently at the bar, Freddie turned so that he was facing her fully and his towering frame leaned up against the bar. The casual tilt brought him a little closer to her level, giving her a good look at the smirk on his lips and the glimmer in her eyes. For a moment, neither of them spoke and just stared. Claire with undoubtedly smitten with him - and maybe if she believed in love at first sight, this would be it. Because the way he stared at her with those sweet brown eyes of his had her convinced that he was feeling it all too. 

“So, birthday girl,” Freddie finally hummed as his frosted glass of amber liquor was placed down in front of him and alongside it the grapefruit garnish contrasted it with its femininity, “what are we drinking to?”

Her hand reached out, tracking hold of the glass before raising it between them, “To my brother for having such generous teammates.”

Freddie chuckled lowly, his large hand wrapping around his glass before he raised it between them. Together they took a shallow sip, their eyes locked. It was almost enough to make her choke, but she managed a slow breath and maintained her composure. 

“Now, hard question,” Claire hummed, taking a small step in, “How’d I get so lucky to have you as a guest at my party?”

She watched as his smile grew as he stole another sip of his drink, “contract negotiations,” he answered simply. 

“I think that means we will have to toast to Don as well.”

“We can save that one for when I sign.”

“Which means I’ll need your phone number,” she bit her tongue as she realized what she had just so blatantly done. She could feel her cheeks flush with colour, her heart thundering with regret. Claire knew better than to hit on her brother’s teammates. For their sanity and her own - and the safety of the poor player who even wanted to take the risk of toying with her heart. Yet, she persisted, “You know, so we can celebrate.”

Placing his glass down, Freddie dipped his hand into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out his cell phone before it joined his drink in the bar. His silent question asked Claire to put her number in his phone. 

Claire glanced to the side, across the patio to where her brothers were talking with Derek and Brady. What they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them. Placing her drink down, she took his phone in both hands and typed in her name and number before hanging it back to him. Claire had expected him to tuck the phone away but took the time to text her quickly. Sending her phone into a dreamy chime with the notification. It was a sound she had come to hate, but now it excited her. 

“You think I gave you a fake number?” She teased him gently. 

“No, no,” Freddie chuckled, his head shaking slowly, “not at all, I-”

His words were broken by the clamour of children’s footsteps as her nieces and nephews stormed the table for dinner. “I think that our queue,” Claire’s words were a half sigh as she drew her hand back from his forearm. The moment she released him from her gentle touch it was as if she were a battery that had been charged but her current was beginning to fade. It was a feeling unlike any other she had felt before, and her gaze on him lingered for a moment as she wondered if he felt it too. 

Managing a smile she stepped back and fell into stride towards the table, leaving Freddie at the bar behind her. Her lips moved in a silent What the fuck? as her mind couldn’t quite comprehend what had just happened, and what she had just let herself do. She carried her Paloma in one hand, while the other reached up to push her blonde hair from her face. It stayed there, her fingers knotted in her hair at the crown of her head as she moved to sit at the head of the table. 

Seat by seat the table was filled until a single seat was left to be taken at her side, and one person remained standing. Claire held her breath as the patio chair was dragged against the ground and filled by Freddie who had come to the table with a fresh drink for them both. He placed it down in front of her without a thought or a look in her direction, leaving her jaw slacked in disbelief - but she was quick to press her lips firm together when she noticed her nephew mimicking her as he sat opposite to Freddie. 

Claire’s lips curled up into a smile as her nephew grinned at the realization that he had been caught. “You gotta be on your best behaviour mister,” she told her nephew, leaning in to smile at him, but it only made him laugh. While it was her birthday she got stuck sitting at the kid’s end of the table. If the kid was old enough to eat without the help of their parents they were exiled to her end of the table, which often featured at least one of her brother’s wives, but tonight the Carolina goaltender had filled their place. 

“I’m not joking,” Claire claimed, and it only had her nephew grinning a troublemaker’s grin, “we got a guest with us, Mr. Andersen. You don’t want to scare him away do you?”

Holy fuck. She thought. Mr. Andersen. It felt so weird, yet so good on her tongue and it left her head spiralling as she helped her nephew with his menu. Freddie Andersen. Frederick Andersen. Mrs. Frederick Andersen. The thought left her feeling giddy as the name echoed in her mind as if she were a schoolgirl scrawling his name across her notebook. That’s what this had to be, a schoolgirl crush of an infatuation. It was the only explanation for it all. 

With that thought, she tried to put all she had felt for him that evening behind her. To forget the anomaly that was her intense pull to him - but there was no ignoring him as he sat right beside her with the spread of his legs just enough to graze against her leg beneath the table. There was no ignoring how easy the casual conversation came between them, or just how good he was with her nieces and nephews when their antics carried out throughout the dinner service. Freddie fit in so effortlessly, so flawlessly that it was as if he had been there the whole time. That fact left Claire dreading having to say goodbye. 

It was a heavy weight in her stomach as she stood at the door of the restaurant, thanking her family and friends for coming. Her nieces and nephews were the first to accept their hugs, sad that they had to say goodbye to their Auntie Claire, but they were tired and didn’t put up much of a fight when they were told to get in the car. The crowd thinned and soon she was left with her parents, and with Freddie who lingered back by the door. She watched him out of the corner of her eye as she told her parents she wanted to take a walk before heading back to the hotel. To go on without her, and when they left her she stood alone with a single gift bag in her hand. Then, she looked straight at Freddie. 

“Did you think I was going to let you run off before I got to say goodbye?” Claire called out to him, her casual stride carrying him toward him. 

He met her halfway, a smile on his lips, “quite the opposite, actually.”

Claire beamed. He had been waiting to catch her alone. 

“Let's celebrate tonight, just the two of us?” Claire asked him slowly, her hand dipping into the bag to brandish a bottle of Canadian whiskey that Brady had given her for her birthday. 

His eyes seemed to flicker with the light of a flame as his hand dinner into the pocket of his trousers. Drawing out his keys he held them up for her to see, “Where do you want to go?”

“I have a room at the Residence Inn,” Claire told him, with a smile and let him lead the way to his car. 

Upon arriving at the hotel, and with his car taken care of by the valet, Claire lead him through the hotel but did not go up to her room. The night was too beautiful to waste it in bed, and it would have been much too forward - though she wouldn’t have complained if that was all Freddie had wanted from her - instead, she lead him out to the darkened patio. It was closed, but she slipped beneath the half-assed barricade and crawled up onto one of the loungers in the corner just out of sight of the security camera she was sure hadn’t worked in the first place. 

Chuckling, Freddie followed her lead - much more gracefully than she had expected - and sprawled out on the lounger across from her. The seat was too short for him, his foot handing off the end even as he was seated up at an angle. Claire could help but stare as he sat there, his auburn hair hanging down over his forehead and his clothes so relaxed on his frame. So effortlessly handsome, she admired him as she reached into her gift bag and grew out the bottle. Manicured fingers picked at the plastic that sealed the bottle, and she let it fall to the ground before twisting the cap free. She took the first, long sip and let the whiskey burn its way through her body before holding it out for Freddie to take. 

His large hand wrapped around the neck of the body, his fingers grazing over the skin of her hand for a moment before she could pull back. Claire could still feel the ghost of his touch as she lay back and stared up at the sky. Just beyond an awning, and around the sun umbrella they had forgotten to close when their service had come to an eye, the night sky was filled with the glimmer of stars. They were faint, drowned out by the city light, but she could see them there. She watched as they sparkled, her eyes trying to planets from stars from satellites as the two of them passed the bottle back a forth. Sipping it from occasion before it was forgotten on the ground between them and conversation prevailed. 

They spoke of their careers. They spoke of home, of family and friends. They talked about their hobbies, their similarities and their differences slowly becoming clear - and not once did her magnetic draw to him waiver. The more they talked, the more she knew, the more it grew. Claire wanted to be near him, to feel him, to know him for more than his mind and his soul but his body too. It was a craving, one that consumed her so fully it was almost debilitating as she pushed up from where she lay on the lounger. 

Reaching down, Claire pushed her heels from her feet with a single hand before her feet met the cold concrete. She stepped around the open bottle of whiskey and took two tip-toeing steps to reach where Freddie sat no more than an arm’s reach away. And he must have been watching her, waiting for her, as she was greeted with the slow embrace of his hands around her waist as she climbed onto the seat with him. 

His fingers wrinkled her dress, causing the flimsy fabric to rise around her thighs as he guided her up into his lap. Claire’s knees rested on each side of a single thigh, the soft fabric of his trousers brushing over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh as she seated herself down. She near shuddered as she felt his muscle flex between her legs, the thick quadricep pressing up against the thin fabric of her panties and the apex between her thighs. There she sat, her full lips parted in a breathy part as she reached out to trace her fingers over the thin cotton of his t-shirt. Claire craved to lean in, to steal that breath of air between them but she hesitated as her bright eyes were heavy and gazed over every angle of his face right down to the swell of his lip as he took the lower lobe between his teeth in restraint. 

“Freddie I,” she gasped out gently, “I don’t normally do anything like this…”

Claire wanted that to be clear. She wasn’t some temptress that made it her mission to sleep with her brother’s teammates nor was she someone who let a man steal more than a kiss on the first date. But with what she was feeling, she wanted to chase the highs of being in his company even if that meant breaking the unwritten rules of being the Captain’s baby sister. 

His head shook slowly, a small smile creeping up onto his lips as one of his hands left her waist to reach up. Freddie’s warm palm met her cheek carefully, his thumb stroking over her lips and feeling her every nervous breath.

“You and me both,” he finally said as his thumb dropped to her chin, “this is the exact opposite of what I should be doing if I want to be staying on the roster, but-”

“But?”

“I just can’t shake this feeling,” Freddie hummed, pushing up from the recliner to straighten up just enough that the tips of their nose graze. He didn’t have to say any more than that. She knew exactly what he was speaking to because she was feeling it too. “I would very much like to kiss you, Claire.”

“If you kiss me I might not be able to stop,” Claire cautioned, her gaze shifting down to the golden cross that hung from her neck. 

The Staal family was strong in their faith, and she had yet to truly give herself to any man. With all that she was feeling, her skin already ablaze with just the overwhelming thought of it all, Claire knew the risk that would come from just a single kiss from his lips. She needed him to know what this would mean to her if she left it spiral. She needed to know that he was willing to carry the heavy weight of being her first with him. 

His perfect lips parted in a breath of a curse as his thick fingers dragged down the angles of her neck. Freddie’s touch was featherlight, but it left a burning path in its wake as he reached her collarbone and the dainty necklace that hung from her neck. Two fingers stroked over the chain before taking hold of the small cross that was no bigger than the pad of his thumb. 

“Claire,” her name was almost a groan on his lips as he studied the cross with eyes that seemed to darken in the night, “you’ve never-”

She couldn’t answer, the embarrassment of it all in her throat. She had always thought she would have waited until marriage, but she had never wanted anyone more than she wanted him in that moment and she hadn’t even kissed him yet. Instead, all she could do was shake her head. 

“Fuck,” he cursed again, but it sounded more like a hymn now, “You’re going to get me into so much trouble, you know that?”

His hand splayed out, holding her gently around her throat after dropping the cross to rest just above her cleaved. With that hold, he drew Claire in, his mouth meeting hers in the kiss she had been craving from him all evening. Any suffocating feeling that had lingered after being void of his touch at dinner had been eliminated the moment his lips met hers. Freddie’s kiss breathed life into her unlike any kiss had before, and Claire felt whole. 

It had started out in a chaste drag of his lips over her own, firm and curious, but it ignited a spark that neither of them could ignore. It drew her in further, her lips parting to welcome the intensity of his kiss, and Claire was melting into him. The world around them was lost as Claire gripped his t-shirt in her fists, and with a single hand, Freddie was pulling her in so that she was flush against him. Freddie’s warmth radiated against her, consuming her as she let one leg fall over the edge of the lounger to ground himself. With one leg anchoring him, Claire could feel his hands travelling down over the subtle curves of her body. His palms stroked over the dip of her waist and down further still as he gripped at her hips. Fingers wrinkled her pale dress, inching its skirt up a little higher as he shifted her position on his thigh just right. And with the careful guidance of his hands, Freddie dragged her clothed cunt over the thick expanse of his thigh. 

The friction left Claire gasping against his lips as she kissed him. Her hands released his shirt, dropping the now wrinkled fabric, before reaching to gasp at the strength of his shoulders. With that hold, Claire anchored herself to him, and let her hips roll in his steady guidance. She could feel each flex of his thigh, and each tug of her panties as they caught on the fabric of his trousers. It pushed the fabric back and forth, forcing the structured hem one way or the other leaving it to tease the most sensitive parts of her and expose her delicate skin to the pleasure of his thigh. Each desperate roll of her hips was almost enough to leave her reeling, her legs threatening to tremble as her arousal seeped into his trousers and undoubtedly could be felt against his skin. 

“Freddie,” she mewled against his lips, his kiss dragging down across her jaw and coaxing a feeble moan before he pulled back just enough to look at her, “My room’s on the third floor.”

“Are you sure?” Freddie asked slowly, his large hand raising from her hip carefully and reaching out to stroke over her swollen lips. 

“I’m sure they won’t want us doing it out here on the patio,” when she spoke, her lips dragged against his fingertips - the mere touch of him sent a smile to blossom over her lips. 

“Yeah,” Freddie breathed out, “Yeah, you’re right.”

Standing up slowly, Claire ran her hands down over the skirt of her dress to smooth out each wrinkle before reaching down to collect the bottle. She cradled it in her hold and watched out of the corner of her eye as Freddie stood - towering - and awkwardly shifted his trouser with the hope to hide the stiffness of his cock as it tested the confined of his trousers. In the dark, it wasn’t all that noticeable, but in the light of the hotel room lobby, she was sure someone was bound to notice. 

“Here, take this,” Claire thought quickly as she reached for the gift bag and placed the bottle inside before handing it to him. It wasn’t a big bag, but maybe it would be enough of a distraction. 

Looking up from his half-untucked shirt and the leather belt buckle around his waist Freddie offered her a smile and a quick thanks before the two of them snuck off the patio and into the hotel lobby. It was so late in the night that not even the front desk clerk greeted them, making it a quick and easy walk to the elevator that would take them up. 

Claire stood on one side of the elevator, her thighs pressed firm together as her panties were still askew, and Freddie stood across from her with the gift bag strategically held in front of him and his eyes locked on her. Leaning her head back to rest against the wall of the elevator, Claire watched him in return, her mind racing faster than she could register a single clear thought - and before she could even try to fathom one, the elevator chimed as they reached the third floor. 

Quick strides carried her out into the hallway and only grew quicker as she left her own arousal dripping down the inside of her leg. Her strides stuttered as she came to the door, her fingers fumbling with the key card for a moment before she was pushing her way in through the door. 

Freddie was quick to come in right behind her, the warmth of his body against her back as he dropped the gift bag - and the bottle of whiskey - to the floor with a hollow thud leaving his hands free to take to her body. Hands splayed over the curves of her waist, drawing her back into him so she could feel the stiffness of his cock against her back. Her eyes fluttered shut at the feeling, her head almost feeling dizzy as she felt him lean in just enough to mutter against her ear. 

“I’m only going to ask this one more time,” Freddie hummed, the rush of his words hot against the shell of her ear, “are you sure? Do you want me to be the first to fuck you, Claire?”

Claire could only nod, her lips slightly parted as she took a steady breath, her mind confused fully by how big he felt pressed up against him. Even while wearing her two-inch heels, Freddie towered a foot taller than her and was so big, so strong. He made her feel small, that at any moment he could pick her up and take her as he pleased and yet, he was taking his time with her. His touch was so cautious, so careful and tender. This wasn’t just going to be a quick fuck. She knew it, and with the way he was touching her - and the way they had been acting all night - he knew it too but neither of them could call it what it was. 

“I need you to say it, Claire,” Freddie prompted her again, his long arm reaching down the length of her body to tug up the skirt of her dress. He drew it up by the hand full, revealing every inch of skin along her thigh and bearing her panties to him. She could feel the vibration of his hum against her back, his two thick fingers dragging over the white lace hem that rested inches below her belly button. 

“Yes,” came the ghost of the word, “Yes, I’m sure.”

His two fingers dipped into the thin fabric, his fingertips dragging over her smooth flesh and did not stop until they came to rest over her clit. It seemed to sting with desperation, screaming for the pleasure that would come from the pleasure of his touch. Yet, all she could feel was the subtle accidental graze that came with the angling of her own hips. 

“Freddie,” his name was a gentle whine on her lips, her head turning to glance back at him. 

“Has a man ever touched you here?” he hummed into her hair as his finger pressed into her clit, a gentle pressure that almost left her teetering uneasily in her heels. 

“No,” she gasped simply, her petite body leaning back against his as her eyes shut. 

Freddie’s fingers stroked in slow, agonizing circles as he spoke again, “Have you ever touched yourself here, Flower?”

Her cheeks flushed red hot at the question, and her knees weak as the nickname was assigned to her by his tongue. Claire nodded slowly, her blonde hair becoming a mess between her head and his chest, and she held her breath as he dipped her fingers lower into the crotch of her panties. Blindly he fixed them just right, trapping his touch between the thin lace and the wet warmth of her cunt - then as his fingertips traced the slick entrance of her core, Claire took in a sharp inhale. 

“What about here, Flower?” Freddie breathed into her hair, each word hot as it was spoken. 

“No,” Claire’s lips quivered, “never.”

“You’ve been such a good girl,” he praised her gently, “waiting so patiently for me.” The cockiness in his tone left the corner of her lips curling as she leaned back into his strength. His free arm welcome her, wrapping so effortlessly around her waist to keep her firm to him as she gazed up at him through her thick lashes. “I’m going to take my time with you, Flower. Spoil you on your birthday, would you like that?”

Claire nodded. 

“Good, girl,” Freddie hummed as he slipped his hands from her panties and let the skirt of her sundress fall back down her legs, “lay down on the bed. Leave everything on for me.” 

She took careful strides as she moved for the bed, her legs left feeling weak from the mere absence of him and only found relief when she was crawling up into the comfort of the bed. Settling among the pillows, Claire bent one leg and she reached for the thin strap that fastened her heels around her ankle. 

“Ah, Ah,” Freddie tutted, “leave everything on for me, Flower.” 

Her fingers froze and eased back against the pillow as her eyes fell on him. Freddie still stood by the door, the glow of the hallway light streaming in and illuminating his silhouette in a halo of light. He had watched her crawl up to the bed without moving from his place, admiring her. It was only as she sat frozen by his words that he took casual, long strides, that carried him to the foot of the bed and tugged his t-shirt off his back and up over his head. Claire couldn’t stop herself from letting her eyes wander. Trailing up from the belt of his trousers where the waist of his boxers played peek-a-boo, and up and over the strength of his body. Her gaze didn’t stop until they had settled on his softened features, and how they were framed by what was now a mess of his hair. 

Her bright eyes fixated on the contrast of his darker as Freddie settled himself at the foot of the bed. It shifted under his weight as he crawled up just a bit high so that he knelt just between her feet. All the while holding her gaze, Freddie took hold of her gently by one of her ankles. He guided it up carefully, placing it on the strength of his shoulder, before turning his head just enough to kiss the inside of her ankle. The action, so sweet and tender, left Claire melting back into the pillows - and her arousal only continued to puddle as he kissed his way up. Up along the length of her calf, his hand guiding her leg up and over to rest along the stench of her back leaving the heel of her pump to drag over his flesh. Up around the curve of her knee was his large hand began to push up the skirt of her daisy sundress. Up over the delicate flesh of her inner thigh where his every breath left her core aching in the anticipation of feeling him.  

As he reached the apex of her thigh, she could feel Freddie hesitate, his hot breath flooding over the damp fabric of her panties. His every hot breath only primed her for the feeling of a single, thick finger dipping into her panties. Hooking it around the soaking fabric and drawing it down her legs so that she was rid of them fully and her glistening cunt was left bare for him. 

Claire could hear Freddie as he let out a steady hum, his hands leaving her dress to pool around her waist to explore the flesh that was exposed to him. A single palm rested over her pelvis, his warmth radiating over her as his thumb reached down to stroke slowly over her clit. It unearthed a desperate whine from her lips, one that was choked back into silence as she felt his fingers glide down over her lower lips and stroked around the entrance of her core. 

“Such a beautiful flower,” he spoke into the soft skin of her thigh, “so wet and ready to be fucked - but first, I’m going to make sure you can handle me. Get you nice and ready for me, so we’re going to start with just one finger, alright, Flower?”

“Yes, Freddie, please,” she pleaded with him, her hips wiggling with anticipation but his one hand kept her pinned firmly to the bed. 

“Patience, Flower,” he reminded her gently with another kiss to her thigh, “you’ll have all of me before the night is over.” His words were a promise as he stroked over her slick entrance one last time before easing the tip of his middle finger inside of her. 

Claire’s lips parted in a quiet gasp as she looked down over the curves of her own body to watch as Freddie worked between her legs. He watched looking up at her instead his eyes were focused on her cunt, at how well her core took his finger and left his skin glistening with her desire for him. The friction of his fingers alone was enough to send her head back to the pillows, her heart racing from every agonizing stroke. 

“So good, Flower,” Freddie praised her, “I’m going to use a second finger now.”

The pressure of the second finger left her biting down on her lower lip as her core stretched out to accommodate him. It was a burning pleasure, her legs weak as one remained draped over his shoulder with her heel digging into the muscle of his back. The pleasure sent her hands to the sheets, her hands gripping at the fabric until her knuckles were white - then came his praise and it only sent her head spinning further into her pleasure. 

“That’s it” he hummed, “you’re taking my fingers so well, Flower, and so pretty while you’re doing it too.” He kissed the inside of her thigh again, the pressure of the pleasure building like the raging storm inside her until he withdrew his fingers one final time and left her void before she would reach the peak of her pleasure. “Taking my fingers so well, I think you’re ready for my cock, Flower.” 

Claire's chest was weak with nerves as she pushed up onto her elbows to watch as Freddie eased her leg from his shoulder and moved to stand at the foot of the bed. She watched as he kicked off his shoes - his fingers that were once inside her now in his mouth as he did so - before his hands dropped to his pants where his erection had tented in his pants. There was nothing discrete about it now, and there would have been no hiding it behind a gift bag if they needed to now. She watched as his hands worked his belt free, and pushed his trousers down until he was left in nothing but his boxers. But not even those stayed on as he hooked his thumbs around the waistband and pushed them down to join his pants on the floor. He stood there bare to her, her eyes left to wander. 

From floor to ceiling and back down again, Claire’s lips were left agape at the sight of him. Freddie was big. From his height to his hands to his cock, there was nothing that failed to impress her about his size. Everything about him made her feel small, especially as he crawled back up the length of the bed until he was hovering over her with a single knee between her legs. 

“Let’s get that dress off of you,” Freddie hummed as he hovered over her, his hand coming down to her shoulder to push one of the straps down over her shoulder carefully. The gentle touch has her sitting up just enough for her hands to work on her dress. She couldn’t get it off her body fast enough, the zipper just out of her reach and left to Freddie’s gentle touch before Claire could discard the fabric on the floor and was left in nothing but her heels as she lay out on the bed beneath him. 

Her chest rose and fell in nervous breaths as she felt her eyes skirt over her body as it was now fully exposed to him. Claire held her breath at the touch of his hands as they explored the newly exposed skin, his hands caressing each exposed breast and his thumb teasing each pert nipple with a teasing smile. “Every inch of you is just so fucking perfect,” he muttered, his neck craning as to put a sweet kiss against her shoulder and when he pulled back his expression was soft as he gazed down at her, “Eyes on me, I want to see the look on your face as you take my cock.”

Biting her lip, Claire nodded desperately as Freddie pushed up onto his knees. He settled himself between her thighs, his careful touch spreading her legs just enough for him before they reached down for his cock. Her eyes were fixated on his face, and his slack-jawed expression as he dragged the tip of his cock over her slick cunt. His eyes almost shut at the feeling, his body shuddering with a heavy breath as the head of his cock kissed her entrance. 

The pressure of the mere tip of his cock left Claire wincing. It was much thicker than the breadth of his two fingers, the girth of him stretching her core out with the mere first inch of him that tore through the final piece of her that marked her virginity. “Stay nice and relaxed for me, Flower,” Freddie breathed out, his one hand reaching out to stroke over the swell of her hip, “it’s going to feel tight, might even hurt just a little, but it’s going to feel so good. I promise you.” 

Claire gave off a desperate nod, her breath hitching as she felt him ease in just a little more of him. She could feel the slick of her core on the inside of her thighs, his cock coaxing more from her with each careful plunge. Any discomfort that came from accommodating his cock soon dissolved into pleasure, leaving Claire arching her back to angle her hips, finding just where she liked having them angled and digging her heels into the mattress. 

“That’s it,” Freddie cooed, his hand gliding down the back of her thigh to grasp her behind her knee. He lifted her leg up to rest against his hip, her calf coming to rest along the back of his thigh as he eased himself in so close to his limit. “So close to taking all of me,” he added as he leaned in, kissing his way over the angle of her jaw and to her lips that were so desperate to be kissed. 

Her lips welcomed his with a breathy, open-mouthed kiss as her bright eyes fell shut - and while she couldn’t see him she could feel all of him. The sweet embrace of his lips as they swallowed each of her feeble moans. The flex of his arms as they drew her petite body flush to his. His legs and how they were tangled with her. And finally, his cock as it delved deep and deeper still inside her until she burned with a throbbing pleasure, unlike anything she had ever felt. 

“Freddie,” Claire mumbled desperately against his lips, her arms reaching around his to grip his back. 

“That’s it,” he cooed, drawing back just enough to rest his forehead against hers and to bring a hand up to stroke over her cheek, his own lips parting in a ghost of a moan, “you feel how good it feels to - ah - fuck,” his words were broken by his own groan the waves of her pleasure all so consuming that he could feel it too. 

Together, they were a symphony of heavy breaths and lingering touches. Their kisses were messy and desperate, mixed with soft moans and low, guttural groans that were punctuated by one final trust that flooded her core and left her feeling full - as if the piece of her she didn’t know she was missing had finally found her. 

The feeling left Claire panting as she lay out on the bed, her eyes training on Freddie’s features until he had drawn back to leave her nothing more than the darkened ceiling. She could have sworn she was seeing stars, or even colours, as she was consumed by the euphoria that Freddie had brought her two. Her gaze was almost tired as she felt him moving down the bed and to where his clothes rested on the floor. Head lulling to the side, Claire’s heart thundered in her chest, her stomach weak at the thoughts that were all too consuming now, was he leaving? 

Biting her lip she was as he jumped into his boxer, her eyes burning with the threat of tears as any emotion now was almost too much, and then she said it, her words quick - almost fearful - as she sat up and clutch a nearby pillow to her chest, “please say.”

“Hey,” Freddie sighed, his tone instantly reassuring as he braced himself against the bed so that he was at eye level with her, “I’m not going anywhere. I’m just going to go grab a warm cloth, and help you get cleaned up, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Claire nodded, her words a breath, “I’m sorry. Okay.” 

Settling back into the bed, Clare’s hands came up to cover her face as the weight of it all hit her. She wasn’t a virgin anymore - that thought made her smile. She had lost her virginity to her brother’s teammate - that was what made her nervous. If Jordan or any of her brother’s found out, there was no telling how they would react - and her poor father would probably have a stroke if he learned she had done anything out of wedlock. 

The thoughts left her stomach uneasy as Freddie returned to the bedroom with a warm, damp cloth. He ran it carefully over the inside of her legs, before dropping the rag to rest over her knees as she pulled her heel-clad feet into his lap to finally remove them. It was then she spoke, her throat weak from moaning, “Are you scared of my brother?”

Freddie shook his head, his smile returning to his lips, “no, are you?”

A chuckle rocked Claire’s shoulders as she reached her hand up to push her hair from her face, “I’m scared of what he will do to you if he ever finds out.”

“We don’t have to tell him at this happened,” he told her gently, his hand dropping one show to the floor, and then the other before he lay beside her. 

Large hands tugged the blanket around them before he reached out to draw her in close to him. Even now that she had him, all of him, there was nothing like being touched by him. She craved it, thrived under it and now that she had it, she didn’t want to know what it was like to be without it. “But, I can’t pretend nothing happened tonight, Claire. I don’t know what’s happened tonight, but I don’t want it to stop. It’s like-” “Like you’ve found something you didn’t know you were missing?” Claire cut in, earning a gentle nod from him as he leaned in to place a firm kiss on her lips one last time before letting his eyes flutter shut. 

Laying content in his arms, with sleep sure to take them both soon, Claire didn’t know what was to come of them come morning. But what she did know was that she would have to thank the team’s general manager, for she would have never met Freddie if it weren’t for him - and that was the best gift she could have asked for on her birthday. 

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GOOD GOD freddie <3 i literally want to ride him while he wraps his arms around me OMG CAN U IMAGINE HIS EYEBROW SCRUNCH AND MOANS i want him so bad

OH MY GOD YES

nsfw please proceed with caution (also no proofread and i wrote this while watching the avs game so no promises of it being good 😅)

you’re both sitting there, you in his lap while sitting on the couch. it’s the day after game day and he had gotten home from practice a few hours before. you’re laying there against him, aimlessly grinding against him until he gets worked up while you’re wearing one of his t-shirts and just panties. he pulls your panties aside and slowly fills you out.

he throws his head back as you push your face into his neck, your hands coming to his head, gently dragging through his soft hair. his strong arms..(oh my god his fucking arms) wrap around your frame, holding you close by your waist. his voice fills the room while yours comes out in soft whimpers. the movements are slow until he gets impatient, hands going to work to fuck you on his cock. he becomes impatient as he wants to hear you cry, filled with his cock.

“baby. i wanna hear you..” he grumbled, his hand coming to your hair to gently tug at it, basically begging you to pull your face from his neck so he can see you as you’re filled with him. “oh, my girl.. baby. you’re so pretty..” he groaned as he could see your head thrown back, lips parted. your noises almost syncing as he brought you both closer to your climax.

“i’m gonna cum inside.. okay?” his voice was rough and broken through his fog of pleasure. letting out a weak noise of approval, you finally hit your climax. getting closer, his thrusts became sporadic before he pulled your hips down impossibly close to his, his cum filling you as he threw his head back, mumbling something between endearing pet names and straight dirty talk.

#frederik andersen #freddie andersen #carolina hurricanes #carolina hurricanes fanfiction #nhl fic #nhl smut #blurb #hockey smut #smut blurbs

[unluckyhoneybee]

Fics Masterlist.

In this Masterlist, you can find all my long stories, some are requested some are not. I have so much fun writing and I hope you enjoy them.

Not important, but my fave parts are marked like this:🌻

Fics below the cut

F1

Lando Norris

Let me help you (fluff)

Five times (fluff) 🌻

Mini Norris Pt2. (fluff)

That small thing (fluff)

Sex Education. MASTERLIST (suspended)

Mick Schumacher

It's broken (fluff)

My brother Mick (fluff)

Five times (fluff)

Daniel Ricciardo

The Honey to my Badger (fluff)

Anger Management (angst to fluff)

My skin (fluff+smut) 🌻

How it should be + The next Morning (smut+fluff)

Two nights in the bush (fluff+smut) 🌻

He should stay + He stays [+MI] (smut) 🌻

Me? (fluff)

An eye on you (fluff)

See you on the streets. (smut) 🌻

Enough time (smut)

First driver (fluff to smut) 🌻

Sweet boy (angst to smut) 🌻

Call me Lover (angst to fluff+smut)

Roses (angst to fluff)

From the dining table (angsty+smut)

Doesn't look bad (fluff)

Pick up the pieces (angst+smut)

Like mother (fluff)

The Handsome Artist. MASTERLIST. (In progress)

Mine. MASTERLIST. (In progress)

Pierre Gasly

Nemesis (fluff)

Having fun (fluff+angst+smut)

Little thing (fluff)

Charles Leclerc

A life with you (fluff)

George Russell

Mediocre (smut)

Oh yes I will (fluff???)

Max Verstappen

Pt1: Brother in Law (angst+fluff)

Pt 2: Baby Verstappen-Ricciardo (fluff)🌻

Lance Stroll.

The Second One (fluff) 🌻

IndyCar

Marcus Armstrong

I did a thing (fluff) 🌻

The Master plan (fluff) 🌻

OTHERS.

Max Fewtrell

The walls are way too thin (angst to fluff)

Michael Italiano

He should stay + He stays [+DR] (smut)🌻

Miraculous Montana. (Angsty)

NHL.

Ryan Graves.

Gentle (smut)

Trevor Zegras.

The Sister (fluff)

Freddie Andersen

Jamie Drysdale

Work (fluff)

Marry you (angsty)

Awkward (angty+fluff)

#Lando norris #Pierre gasly #daniel ricciardo #charles leclerc #George russell #Marcus Armstrong #mick schumacher #max verstappen #michael italiano #max fewtrell #trevor zegras #Ryan graves

[nylwnder]

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

taglist: @11livpangburn , @stars-canucks , @spine-buster , @melissasturges90 , @themotogirl , @thenhlhastakenovermylife , @deviltsunoda , @harlequinbeautyxoxo , @je-ne-regrette-rien

series masterpost

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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#nylwnder’s birthday fic series! #frederik andersen #frederik andersen fic #frederik andersen imagine #frederik andersen smut #carolina hurricanes #carolina hurricanes fic #carolina hurricanes imagine #carolina hurricanes smut #nhl writing #nhl fic #nhl fics #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #nhl smut #hockey writing #hockey fic #hockey fics #hockey imagine #hockey imagines #hockey smut

[dingdongjakeneighbours]

Masterlist

It may take me three to five business days to answer requests so PLEASE be patient.

Who I'll Write For:

Jordan Kyrou

Jake Neighbours

Colton Parayko

Robert Thomas

Nathan Mackinnon

Mitch Marner

Morgan Rielly

Freddie Andersen

Matthew Tkachuk

Trevor Zegras

Andrei Svechnikov

Mat Barzal

Quinn Hughes

Jack Hughes

Travis Konency

Anthony Beauvillier

If you have others you would like to know if I write for, send me an ask and I'll let you know! (If I do write for them, I'll add them to the list!) Also if you see anyone that is problematic on my list please let me know and I'll take them down!

*I am not comfortable writing smut just bc ik I'd be terrible and yeah no thanks*

Morgan Rielly

-Stress Reliever

#skywrites #skywriteshockey #skytalkshockey #nhl imagines #stl blues #hockey #hockey imagines #jordan kyrou #robert thomas #jake neighbours #colton parayko #nathan mackinnon #mitch marner #morgan rielly #freddie andersen #matthew tkachuk #trevor zegras #andrei svechnikov #mat barzal #quinn hughes #jack hughes #travis konency #anthony beauvillier

[behoright]

blog updates + masterlist

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masterlist

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back from unplanned (and uncommunicated - sorry guys!) hiatus. i'm going to spend some time cleaning everything up and catching up on tumblr, and then back to posting! i will probably make another update post to get yall excited about upcoming fics.

i cannot thank u enough for your love n support. coming back to a full inbox made my heart explode. i love yall. stay tuned my lovelies. as always, my inbox is opennnnn.

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#nhl #nhl smut #smut #carolina hurricanes #nhl prf #rpf #montreal canadiens #habs #vancouver canucks #pittsburgh penguins #new york islanders #new york rangers #andrei svechnikov #brent burns #martin nečas #jordan staal #freddie andersen #brady skjei #kirby dach #jack studnicka #sidney crosby #mat barzal #braden schneider

[misshoneyimhome]

「SERIES」

⚡️ smut/mature content // 🌶️ smut/explicit content * 🖋️ Requested * 🍷 Personal faves * 🎄Holiday season

WILLIAM NYLANDER

・✶ ｡ﾟ

「Inexperienced!reader x Willy」

All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you | William Nylander 🖋️⚡️

All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt II I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️

All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt III I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️

All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt III - the morning after I William Nylander 🖋️

All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt IV I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️

All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt V I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️🌶️

All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt VI I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️

All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt VII I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️(🌶️)

All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt VIII I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️💦

All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you (the one after the All-Star) I William Nylander & Auston Matthews ⚡️

All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt IX I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️

All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you (the one with the help) I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️

All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt X I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️💦

All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt XI I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️

All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt XII I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️💦

All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt XIII I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️

All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt XIV I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️💦

All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt XV I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️

・✶ ｡ﾟ

「Intern x Willy」; [Counting Stars]

Dreaming about the things that we could be I William Nylander 🖋️(⚡️)🍷

Swing my heart across the line I William Nylander⚡️

I feel something so right, Doing the wrong thing I William Nylander 🖋️(⚡️)

I feel something so right, Doing the wrong thing pt. II | William Nylander 🖋️ ⚡️

"Quiet, baby, the others will hear" I William Nylander 🖋️ (⚡️)🎄 [intern x willy]

Everything that kills me makes me feel alive I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️🍷

I feel your love, and I feel it burn I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️

I feel your love, and I feel it burn pt II I William Nylander🖋️⚡️ 2️⃣0️⃣0️⃣

Lately, I've been, I've been losing sleep I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️🍷

Sink in the river the lessons I've learned I William Nylander 🖋️ ⚡️

Said: "No more counting dollars, we'll be counting stars" I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️ A Night with Blue & White

I see this life, like a swinging vine I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️

・✶ ｡ﾟ

「Dad!Willy x reader」

Wifey material | William Nylander🤰🏼💭

Does Willy ever talk to the baby?🤰🏼

What was Willy like during your labour?🤰🏼

"Tu stasera, vedi, sei perfetta per me" I William Nylander ⚡️

Hey now, you’re All Star 🌟 I William Nylander

"He’s just as upset as I usually am when you shave" I William Nylander 🖋️ 🍷

That's Amore I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️🌺

Have yourself a merry little Christmas... I William Nylander 🖋️🎄🍷

・✶ ｡ﾟ

「Prof!Willy x reader」

That's what I go to school for I William Nylander (AU) 🖋️⚡️

“guys your age don’t know how to fuck a girl like this do they huh?" I William Nylander (AU) 🖋️⚡️

Please, excuse me I don't mean to be rude… But tonight I'm fuckin' you I William Nylander (AU)🖋️⚡️💦

・✶ ｡ﾟ

FREDERIK ANDERSEN

Freddie x reader; October, 2007

It was an ordinary Tuesday evening when you found yourself at the Andersen's residence for Freddie's 18th birthday family dinner. You were attending the event along with your father, which wasn’t really anything unusual, as you and Freddie had essentially grown up together...

Prologue - Better in Time - Frederik Andersen

Chapter 1 - The First Time⚡️

Chapter 2 - The Second Time ⚡️

Chapter 3 - The third time ⚡️

Chapter 4 - the fourth time

#nhl hockey imagine #nhl fanfiction #nhl fic #william nylander imagine #freddie andersen imagine #auston matthews imagine #toronto maple leafs fic #carolina hurricanes imagine

[harlowhockeystick]

Actually, the more I think about it, the more I like her having absolutely no idea what's going on. He thinks it's ADORABLE when she asks him what's going on with the bleached part of his beard

-💍

a/n: hi. i love this idea. see the og post about this concept here. 18+ under the cut (MINORS DNI).

blurb tags: @hugheshugs @lorrmorr @cartahhart79 @hockeyunits @nolannpatrickk @nylwnder

"Ay, Fred, got a little grey spot there eh?" Vincent pointed out in the locker room as he got dressed with his pads on. Freddie chuckled, slipping his head through the upper shoulder pads and looking over at his teammate. "Good to know i'm not the only one!" Brett added too from a couple seats down in the locker room.

"But it's just that lil spot on the chin, see?" Vincent once again pointed out, this time making Fred's cheeks turn slightly red. Fred laced up his skates after pulling his shorts and hockey socks on.

"Hey, why am I being singled out? Brady's been grey since before I even got here." Fred fired back right before slipping the home black jersey over his head, glancing over at Brady who had his hands up in defense and a grin on his face.

"Yeah yeah...whatever, just think it's a little...suspicious that you're only grey...there." Vincent tried to poke and prod a little more, but Fred rolled his eyes and went ahead of his team out towards the ice to start warm ups.

Under the goalie mask, though, he was wearing a horrible and sinful grin. He's taken good notice of the grey-almost-white patches throughout his beard on his upper lip and chin. And he knows exactly where it came from, he remembers high school A&P class. The important parts, at least.

-

The canes won a thriller of a game. You were on the edge of your seat the entire time, anxiously watching the little rubber puck slide along the ice from stick to stick. You kept a careful eye on Fred too. Watching, studying, trying to figure out how in the world he is able to play such a high paced game and remain calm.

When he was named second star you cheered as loud as you could, a proud smile on your face. After Sebastian was named first star and did his interview, you chatted with some friends that you were sitting with. You were pulled away from the conversation when you received a text from Fred, reading: Meet me outside the locker room. Skipping the media, have other things on my mind.

Excusing yourself from your friends you make your way down to the locker room, showing security your pass that allowed you to be in that area. It was only about ten minutes later until Freddie walked out of the locker room, wearing just his pant suit and dress shirt along with a pair of tennis shoes he always keeps in his locker.

He was still a little sweaty, but he always saved the shower for home. Nothing beats a shower in your own home. "Did good, Freddie." You greeted him with a smile and a brief kiss on the lips, taking his hand in yours. He gave you a smile in thanks, and was about to speak when Vincent came out of the locker room and giggled like a middle school boy.

"Oh, good job Vincent!" You congratulated, to which Fred reluctantly frowned just a little bit. Vincent smiled, grabbing a towel and running it over his sweaty wet hair.

"Thank you, enjoy your night Mrs. Andersen," you gave him a smile, but Fred just gave him a cold look in return. It didn't sit right with him, the way he said his words in that particular tone. But granted, Freddie didn't like when anyone talked to you- his woman.

He was extremely protective with you. In any setting, he wanted to protect you and make you feel safe. In the arena, he always wanted to know where you sat so he could keep an eye on you when he got the chance. He never let you stray more than arms length from him, in stores, on walks, Fred wanted to make sure that he would be there to protect you if needed. He didn't want you to get hurt, or too far from him.

You would often joke at him that he was like your bodyguard, always following you and keeping a heavy eye on you wherever you went. But he wasn't offended, he actually took great pride in it. He would only respond with: you're worth protecting.

"Freddie, how long has that little white-ish grey patch been there? Above your lip?" You asked him, looking at him through the mirror as you took your makeup off, watching as he undressed so he could take a shower. "I only noticed it today, has it been there long?"

He chuckled in response, walking closer to you in the bathroom while he unbuttoned and slid down his dress pants and carefully laid them down on the side of the bath tub. "You really don't know?" he stepped over to stand beside you, leaning against the bathroom counter he looked down at you, cocking his head to the side and smirking at you.

"Am I supposed to know?" Fred giggled again, this time making you feel slightly insecure. "C'mon Fred why are you laughing at me?"

"I'm not! You really...don't know?"

"No, I mean, you're not that old are you?" You both shared a light laugh together and then you turned around to finish your night routine, but Fred stopped you by putting his hand on your shoulder.

"Y/N, i'm serious. You actually don't know?" Your silence was an answer to him, he looking down and breathed out a laugh, "can't believe I know more about your body than you do." He mumbled.

Fred reached for his phone on the bathroom counter, pulling up his phone you patted your face dry and waited for him to explain to you where he was going with this. "Here, read this." He handed you his phone and you read an article titled: does your vagina bleach underwear? You read on, finding out that if you have a healthy pH balance, your discharge can in fact, bleach the dye of your underwear.

"So...You're telling me that...I did that?" your bashful tone had him on the edge of his seat. Leaning forward, you took his chin in between your index finger and thumb, brushing over the lighter colored hairs on his face.

"Yes indeed, you greyed me early dear." Freddie gave you a kiss on the lips but frowned when you didn't kiss him back. "You don't feel bad about it, do you?"

"Well, kinda. I mean i heard some of the guys teasing you about it and I-"

"Oh come on, that's just locker room talk. Honestly babe, I love it. Cause i got it from doing my favorite thing in the world: devouring you whole." Freddie's hand started to travel down your side, his right hand coming to your side to rest on your hip. He bunches the fabric of your sleep shorts up and he toys with the hem of your underwear. "And I even get to taste a little bit the morning after, too. That's my favorite part."

Now his hand was dangerously close to cupping your sex. His eyes were searching into yours, not allowing you to break contact. "I can feel how hot your pussy is baby, and I'm not even touching you. I just know you're soaking wet dear, if I pull your panties down am I gonna be right?" You nodded your head in response to his question, suddenly unable to speak as you feel your thighs tingle just slightly.

He pushes you up onto the bathroom counter after pulling your shorts and your underwear down your legs. He groaned, his assumptions were correct. Fred laid you down on the counter sideways, the right side of your body pressed against the mirror. He pushed you further up the counter and hooked your right leg over his shoulder right before pressing a lingering kiss over your folds.

"I'm gonna eat you...every fucking day....til my whole beard is grey." Freddie said in between licks over your hot cunt. He slid his hand underneath your slik pajama shirt to cup your breast, his fingers taking your nipple in between his finger and thumb.

His tongue traced you over, taking in every single drop you gave him. Freddie ate you like a starved man, his tongue lapping up at your hole to take in every drop of honey that was spilling out. The tip of his tongue was circling your entrance, daring to dart inside.

You started to let out light whimpers and moans, chanting his name over and over and arching your back. He was getting the reaction he wanted from you, one that was desperate. Fred always wanted that from you, he always wanted you to be at his complete mercy when it came down to it. He wanted you to be his and only his, it's all he thought about day and night.

"Freddie please...please please please ohmy-" his thick lips wrapped around your clit and began to suck. He felt your thighs squeeze around his head tightly to keep him place. As if he'd ever leave.

You climaxed at the perfect time. He pulled away and watched as you climbed down from your high, watched your thighs shake and your body gather itself. He watched your chest heave up and down as you felt shocks go through your chest and around through your veins, pumping full of the most perfect king of ecstasy.

"I mean it, dear, i'll keep eating this pussy til i'm grey all over. Nothing in this world can stop me from that."

#BEARD IN GIF. BARK BARK. #my asks #j's writing #j's hc #18+ #💍 anon #frederik andersen #frederik andersen imagine #frederik andersen x reader #freddie andersen imagine #freddie andersen #freddie andersen x reader #freddie andersen smut #nhl smut #nhl x reader #nhl blurb #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #hockey x reader #hockey smut #thirst night #scheduled

[leafs-lover]

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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[cellythefloshie]

;; all i want @callsign-denmark birthday bingo

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[holidaywishes]

i like the red

  Requested: 🙅‍♀️

  Summary: “What do you think?” you giggled “I mean,” he chuckled, “it’s a little big.” You scoffed, lifting your arms to play with the oversized sleeves that fell over your hands, “I thought that might happen. But the question now is: do you like the red?”

  Warning: fluff, smut; as far as my smut goes this one is pretty explicit so absolutely don’t read if you’re not over 18.

  Author’s Note: So I had this conversation with, I believe, @canesjedi31, months ago about how good looked in the Carolina Red and I wanted to write a ​short little smut one-shot for it. It started off really fluffy and then it took a turn somewhere in the middle and it ended up being... this. I really like the red on him but he looks so incredibly hot in the black ‘Take Warning’ jersey’s. Anyway! I’m sorry I’ve been away for so long and thank you for even wanting me to come back. I hope you guys enjoy this one and I should have another one up soon! Stay Golden, my loves! <3!

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  “I gotta tell you, babe,” you said, holding up Freddie’s new Carolina Hurricanes jersey, “I wasn’t sure that I would like the red. Maybe because I got used to seeing you in the blue all the time but you know, I like the red”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah, how do you think it would look on me?”

  “Let’s find out.” He grinned, nodding at you to put it on, leaning against the wall as he watched you strip off your clothes before slipping into his red sweater that quickly became a dress on you

  “What do you think?” You giggled, outstretching your arms playfully before placing your hand under your chin and smiling as you waiting his response

  “I mean,” he chuckled, “it’s a little big”

  “Yeah,” you scoffed, lifting your arms to play with the oversized sleeves that fell over your hands, “I thought that might happen. But the question now is: do you like the red?”

  “I do”

  “Then I guess we’ll stick with it for a while” you joked. It didn’t take long until he was rushing toward you before quickly lifting you onto the bed and tossing you against the pillows, letting a giggle escape your lips before Freddie pressed kisses down your neck. You moaned into his ear as his hands moved up your thighs, pushing up the jersey slowly and squeezing your hips as he continued pressing kisses on your collarbone.

  “Freddie…” you whined, eliciting a smirk from the large Danish goaltender on top of you, your fingers trailing across his broad shoulders playfully before tugging at his shirt

  “What do you want baby?” He whispered in your ear before you pulled his shirt up, feeling his warm skin under your hands as you did so, humming when his lips finally met yours. You parted only once for the soft fabric of his t-shirt to pass over his head, leaving him to press his chest against yours. “What do you want?” He repeated, a touch of intensity coating his words as he brought your arms over your head, pinning your wrists together with his left hand while the fingers on his right circled your clit slowly. You bit his bottom lip as he continued his movements, smiling at his moan as you pulled away

  “Fuck,” you breathed heavily as he pressed his finger harder against your nub and he nipped at your neck, “fuck me, Freddie”

  “I don’t know,” he teased, “I think I want you to squirm for a bit first; I want to see how many times I can make you cum before I fuck you.” For maybe the first time in your relationship, a blush covered your cheeks and you felt as though you needed to prepare yourself for what was to come. When he noticed your eyes open, he smirked before kissing behind your ear, his lips making their way across your jaw to your lips and you hesitantly kissed him back; gasping suddenly when he pushed his forefinger inside you

  “Mmm,” you hummed, biting your lip and digging your nails into his shoulder, “oh my god...”

  “How does that feel?” he smirked

  “Fuck” was all you could reply

  “Tell me how it feels” he insisted, pushing his finger deeper inside you

  “Ah fuck, Freddie,” you screamed in surprise, “it feels so good”

  “Yeah?”

  “Mmm hmm” you hummed in return

  “You want more?”

  “I want you”

  “Not yet”

  “Freddie...” you whined

  “Not yet” he repeated, nipping at your jaw as you arched your back, “more?”

  “More” you breathed. Freddie added his middle finger, his thumb pressing on your clit with each breath you took and you could feel your legs beginning to shake under Freddie’s frame

  “Cum (Y/N),” he whispered and you moaned when he curled his fingers inside you, “cum baby”

  “Fuck” you squealed as you finally let yourself go, bringing your hand up to your forehead to compose yourself. He kissed your cheek as he took his fingers out of you, bringing them up to lick them clean

  “We’re not done yet”

  “Babe, I can’t feel my legs...”

  “It’s a good thing you’re not going anywhere then” he laughed

  “Freddie please” but you couldn’t change his mind, he’d already started kissing down your body, wrinkling the still-present jersey that covered your naked body, pushing it up as if it were in his way

  “I can’t help it,” he smirked, his head between your thighs, “you just taste too good.” His hand snaked up to your breast while he kissed your inner thighs and, out of habit, you put your hand on top of his, pushing his hand onto your breast, causing him to tighten his grip and garnering a moan from you. You kept your hand on his as he flattened his tongue on your folds, gripping your hip with his free hand

  “Fuck” you whispered, more to yourself than to Freddie, because the stimulation was beginning to be too much. You arched your back once more and he moaned into you, causing vibrations to course through your body, “FREDDIE!” you exclaimed, finally letting go of his hand and gripping the sheets near your hips. He moved his hand from your breast to your core, entering two fingers into you as he sucked on your clit, obscenities continuing to leave your mouth as he worked his ministrations on you.

  “You’re so wet, elske” he said when he looked at you in sheer pleasure

  “Fuck Freddie,” you said between heavy breaths, “fuck me, baby, please”

  “Not yet”

  “Please”

  “Are you gonna cum?” you nodded in return and he pumped his fingers in and out of you, your hips bucking up leading him to hold you down until you came.

  “Are you gonna fuck me now?” you asked, biting the tip of your finger when he finally looked at you, shaking his head as he stood up to grab a damp cloth to clean you up a little, “why not?”

  “I told you,” he replied, “I need to see how much you can cum before I let you fuck me”

  “Before you let me fuck you?” you scoffed, sitting back on your forearms weakly, watching him smirk as he slowly dragged the warm, damp cloth across the inside of your thighs and up your folds, your legs shaking at his touch

  “You’re still sensitive, huh?” you wanted to lie but you couldn’t, “turn around”

  “What?” you said nervously as he finally took off the oversized jersey, revealing your naked body and you could see his eyes focus on your peaked nipples

  “Turn around” he repeated, but his voice was soft so you agreed, keeping your eyes focused on his before you completely turned around. He moved your hair to the side so he could kiss the side of your neck as he made sure you were comfortable; this wasn’t something the two of you did often but, when you did, he wanted to make sure you were relaxed. “I love you” he said calmly before kissing down your spine and you heard the tell-tale sign of your bullet vibrator. He moved the vibrator across your bare bum, intermittently kissing your skin, paying special attention to the back of your thighs

  “I love you, too” you said softly, biting the inside of the corner of your lip as you felt him increase the speed of the toy he’d now moved between your legs. You took a sharp inhale as he moved the vibrator to your hole, circling the rim and increasing the speed once more until he heard you moan, gently moving it inside you and allowing his fingers to slide up and down your slit. Freddie moved back up your body to kiss your neck, his hands still working hard below, “fuck” you said into the pillow, burying your face as to not be too loud

  “How does it feel?”

  “So good”

  “More?”

  “Mmm mmm,” you shook your head into the pillow, “I don’t think I can handle more”

  “Okay,” he whispered, kissing your earlobe, letting the vibrator do a little more work while he took his finger away. It wasn’t much later that you came again and you lazily sunk into the mattress and Freddie moved beside you, kissing your shoulder while you rested. When you heard him get up, you wanted to follow him; to fall against his chest in the shower or hug him from behind as he filled a glass of water in the kitchen but you couldn’t gather enough strength to turn over much less walk to wherever he was.

  “Freddie?” you called, not sure it was loud enough for him to hear

  “I’m here, baby,” he smiled when he saw you in the same position he’d left you in, placing a glass of water on the side table, “how are you doing?”

  “Can we just sleep for a minute?”

  “We can” he replied and you smiled at you, tilting your head back enough to signal him to move forward

  “I love you” you whispered, kissing his nose when he was close enough to you

  “I love you, too.”

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[unluckyhoneybee]

NHL Fics. The Masterlist.

Here are all the fics I have written about hockey. (🌻-> my favourites)

Ryan Graves.

Gentle (smut)

Trevor Zegras.

The Sister (fluff)

Freddie Andersen

Work (angsty)

Marry you (angsty)

Jamie Drysdale

Awkward (fluff)

Quinn Hughes

Baby Hughes, Part 2. (fluff)

Willy Nylander

Five times (f+s+a)

Mikko Rantanen

Cale's Best Friend (fluff)

Arber Xhekaj

Tattoos and other stuff (smut)

Nolan Patrick

You are so mean (a+f)

Quiet room (fluff)

Auston Matthews

I want you back (fluff)

A big brain (angsty to fluff)

Pyotr Kochetkov

All the pretty girls (angsty to fluff)

Andrei Svechnikov

Stitches (fluff)

#Masterlist. #fic