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behoright · 1 year

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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 · 5 months

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William + possessive, like you're relationship is private, and somebody hits on you (i.e past teammate). You know how possessive he can be, and that still translates to the bedroom. When he knows you're his, you cannot help but feel turned on by his possessiveness.

Darling, absolutely! The possessive!Willy is incredibly hot 😉

I'm really sorry I was meant to share this yesterday, but, erm… I ended up getting a bit drunk at a Christmas party 🙈 So, it's not properly edited, but I hope it's still a good read 🫢

Warnings; 18+ smut; oral sex (m recieving); unprotected sex (p in v);

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Willy Doesn't Share... ⚡️

Five minutes into the third period, the Scotiabank Arena was filled with a mix of tension and excitement. The Leafs were up against the Hurricanes, and though the Canes had taken the lead from the beginning, during the second period, Jarnkrok levelled the score, setting the stage for an exhilarating third period.

And just then, as the Hurricanes seeming to dominate, Tavares showcased his skill with a remarkable wrist shot, slipping the puck past Frederik Andersen. The Canes tried hard to retaliate, but in the 16th minute, your boyfriend William Nylander made sure to settle the score with a solid backhand shot, sealing the game at 3-1.

William fucking Nylander, the guy who had captured your heart months ago and had no plans of returning it to you.

You and William had been together for some time now, and while both of you were certain about your relationship, William preferred to keep things low-key, especially in the public eye.

Sure, his teammates had swiftly picked up on the change in his usual playful behaviour to a more serious and composed attitude, particularly when it came to relationships. Despite his naturally calm and easygoing demeanour, his jokes about serious commitments and marriage had significantly toned down, and his shift hadn't escaped notice.

Moreover, it was evident to everyone that you held a special place in William's life. He'd stick around you like a devoted puppy when mingling with other partners after a game, and he'd draw you close when engaging in conversations—especially with other men.

And you weren't bothered by his behaviour at all. Though initially, when he first expressed his wish to keep your relationship private, it puzzled you a bit. Yet, knowing that he still openly talked about you to his closest friends and family, you understood that he wasn't ashamed of you. He simply preferred not to have the public meddling in his personal life.

So, you respected his wishes and found solace in the straightforwardness of your relationship.

As the final buzzer echoed through the arena, the cheers and applause filled the air while the players gradually exited the ice, one by one.

And amidst the post-game atmosphere, the halls buzzed with lively conversations and laughter as friends and families relived the game's highlights and celebrated the victory. While William completed his media commitments, took a shower, and changed back into his post-game attire, you patiently waited for him.

After organising his gear and leaving the equipment for the staff, William emerged from the locker room, eager to catch a glimpse of your wonderful face.

Never had he imagined falling so deeply in love with someone. Despite his past casual flings and brief relationships in his younger years, settling down hadn't seemed likely. However, the moment he laid eyes on your captivating smile, he knew he was done for. Your playful and teasing nature had ignited something within him, and he was certain he had to make you his.

Yet, it was precisely your playful charm that made him want to keep you close. Although he adored that aspect of you and deep down knew you weren't actually flirting with others, he couldn't ignore the glimmers in other men's eyes when you engaged in conversation. Making him harbour conflicting feelings, both loving and resenting how effortlessly you connected with people.

Your attentive and empathetic nature endeared you to many, yet it occasionally sparked a hint of irritation in William—a feeling unfamiliar to him: jealousy.

And tonight, as he strode down the hall in search of you, his heart fluttered slightly at the sight of you engrossed in a heartfelt conversation with his former teammate, Freddie Andersen.

Knowing Freddie well, William could discern the subtle signs of desire and flirtation in the big redhead's body language and sparkling eyes. He knew that Freddie wasn't typically overtly outgoing, so these signals swiftly caught his attention, igniting a fire within him and stirring a sense of jealousy.

With determined strides, William approached, attempting to maintain composure while casually loosening his tie before greeting you with a solid kiss. He then glanced up at the tall goalie, offering a friendly nod and a casual "hey" before refocusing on you.

"Hey, monkey," you chuckled softly. "Ready to head out?" You flashed him a sweet smile, to which he eagerly nodded, bidding farewell to Freddie as you both prepared to leave.

The ride home was dead quiet. William remained completely silent, his brooding gaze fixed on the road, and you obviously sensed something was bothering him. You observed his eyes, firmly focused, and noticed his subtle facial expressions tightening with each breath.

Yet, you also understood him well enough not to prod at any potential issues, at least not in that moment.

William had always been a puzzle to you. Despite his outwardly calm demeanour, there were aspects of his personality that remained hidden from most people, one of them being his possessiveness.

Early in your relationship, he had shown signs of wanting to keep you close, especially in social situations. That was when you first glimpsed his more dominant side—a side that, truth be told, turned you on like nothing else. His possessiveness sparked something inside you, even though most of the time, you weren't actually consciously flirting. But William's intense gaze often suggested otherwise, and tonight, he wore those eyes.

Upon arriving at his condo, shedding shoes and coats, you both entered the living room in silence. And as you made your way to the kitchen, you couldn't contain your thoughts any longer. It was time to address the issue.

"Willy, you've got to stop doing that," you said softly, casually leaning against the kitchen counter.

"Do what?" he retorted tersely.

"Trying to push away any man I ever have a conversation with just because you get all jealous," you attempted to lighten the mood with a chuckle, but William's serious expression didn't waver.

"Y/n, you were flirting with Freddie," he insisted.

"I wasn't flirting!"

"Then what was that all about?" His voice grew louder.

"I was having a pleasant conversation with an interesting man," you explained firmly.

"Well, I think he had a little bit more than a pleasant conversation on his mind," William muttered, his words audible enough for you to catch every bit.

"Oh, come on, Willy… Freddie's a good guy, and you know it. Besides, why are you so angry? He doesn't even know we're together because you're the one keeping our relationship a secret,” you responded, trying to stay composed, yet sensing traces of frustration in your tone.

William simply let out a deep huff in response to your comment.

"Oh, a huff, what an answer," you retorted sarcastically, crossing your arms and shaking your head.

"Shit, y/n... he's a hockey player—everyone thinks he's such a good guy, but I know how hockey guys think," William exploded, clearly losing control of his emotions. His face tightened in anger, his eyes darkened, and his body tensed with veins pulsing visibly.

"He's seeing someone, Willy..."

"Yeah, well, that doesn't usually stop most hockey players..."

Your heart sank at his words.

"Well, that makes me a lot more comfortable about our relationship, then,” you snarked sarcastically, knowing you were likely adding fuel to the already raging fire within the Swede.

"That's not... I'm just saying how guys think."

"Well, maybe you should also think about what I think then. So what if he was flirting with me? It's not like I wanted to do anything with him," you defensively shot back, irritation prickling at your nerves due to his behaviour.

And it appeared your words struck a nerve with him too.

Without saying anything, William drew rather close, using his size and strength to pull you into a deep kiss. Instinctively, you tried to pull away; you didn't want to let him have his way so easily. But he persisted, forcefully kissing you again, his lips firmly pressing against yours as his arms held you in place, pressing you against the counter.

And you knew it was becoming increasingly difficult to resist him. His forceful actions only heightened your lust for him. So surrendering to his dominant touch, you responded with fervour, your hands finding their place on his neck as the sounds of passionate kissing filled the room.

William wasn't one for articulate words; his way of expressing love was far more physical, and he intended to demonstrate that fully.

Amidst the heated make-out session, his hands moved beneath your hips, lifting you effortlessly into his arms. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you towards the bedroom.

Once there, almost throwing you onto the bed, a smug expression adorned his face as he removed his tie, his eyes locked intensely on yours. He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his toned physique. Your gaze was fixed on his, a seductive smirk playing on your lips, your body yearning for his touch.

And William was well aware of your desires, but he had no intention of gratifying them so easily.

He unfastened his belt, slipped off his trousers, kicked away his socks and boxers, then confidently stood at the foot of the bed.

Meanwhile, you removed your jersey, along with the t-shirt underneath, before also getting rid of your trousers, leaving yourself in just a bra and knickers.

No words were exchanged in this heated moment, where the sexual tension filled the bedroom air. Only heavy breaths conveyed pure lust and desire between you both.

Seductively, you positioned yourself on all fours, facing your man, slowly crawling towards him, as your face came near his already hard cock.

This behaviour had both of you feeling excited and incredibly turned on.

William's eyes stayed fixed on you, and you gave him a cheeky smile before gently taking his cock into your mouth.

“Shit,” he breathed out as his sensitive member touched your warm mouth, and you gradually took him in, coating his length with your saliva.

William couldn't help but close his eyes slightly, leaning his head back, as you continued to pleasure him. His hand found you hair, as his hips moved slowly in sync with your motions, wanting to delve deeper into your mouth.

“So good baby,” he moaned as you stroked him where your mouth couldn't reach, before pulling back and releasing his manhood to catch your breath. You looked up seductively, teasingly licking your lips and lightly nibbling the tip of his shaft.

But William wasn't up for your teasing tonight. You had turned him on too much, and he needed to assert his dominance.

With his strength, he pushed you onto your back, before settling himself between your legs, and you couldn't help but smile at his dominant manner, although you knew you weren't supposed to show this much enjoyment, as it only fuelled his desire further.

Something that perhaps increased your need for him more, making your heat pool between your legs.

Then, firstly, he swiftly removed those dainty little knickers that blocked his path. Then, he located your entrance, slid in two fingers, just enough to make you squirm from his touch and stretch you a bit, preparing you for his length.

"Soaking wet for me, baby," he smirked, his voice rough, as his fingers moved in and out of your core, eliciting moans from you. "Does sucking me off get you this wet, huh?"

You couldn't respond, but your body spoke volumes on your behalf.

His fingers worked their magic, stimulating your inner walls as they became coated in your juices.

"Please, Willy," you almost whined, growing a bit impatient, which only seemed to satisfy him more.

Retracting his hand, he then positioned the tip of his length at your tight entrance before pushing all the way in, making you moan loudly.

"God, you're so tight for me, baby," William moaned into the curve of your neck before he began moving his hips. Your hands grasped the back of his shoulders, urging him closer to you.

His cock found every sensitive spot within you as he rocked his hips vigorously, not holding back, prompting you to cry out his name amidst several profanities.

You couldn't contain yourself, your breaths heavy, and your body completely surrendered to him as he continued his forceful thrusts.

"Oh god, Willy, I'm going to come,” you gasped, but it only spurred him on to increase his pace.

His skin slapped against yours, the tip of his cock reaching the deepest parts of your walls.

"Yes, baby, come for me," he groaned.

As you let your body arch, your nails dug into his shoulder's skin as your climax rushed over you.

And the tightening around his cock brought William closer to his own release.

He continued thrusting through your intense orgasm, slightly picking up the pace; it was rough and vigorous, yet filled with sheer pleasure.

“Ja, baby, du är min - bare min.”

And with a few more thrusts, he emptied himself entirely into your depths, coating your walls with his fluids.

Minutes passed as you both tried to catch your breath, gradually descending from your intense high, while William tried not to collapse onto you.

Gently, he withdrew and settled next to you, tenderly pulling you closer for a cuddle.

You gazed deeply into his beautiful blue eyes, sharing an intimate post-sex moment before he broke the silence.

"Maybe we should go public with our relationship…" His voice was soft and gentle as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Willy, it's fine if you're not ready," you gave him a sweet smile, but he simply shook his head.

"No, I don't like sharing, so I think it's time for everyone to know that you're mine."

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hockey blurb masterlist

[a] = angst, [s] = smut, [f] = favorite

brock boeser

"are you sure that's how you do it?"

erik johnson

"you were the first one who actually loved me" [a]

frederik andersen

picking apples

at the dinner table [s] → in the shower [s]

laundry day [s]

"say the word and i'm yours"

stood up [f]

"i'll take care of you"

"how many rounds do you have in you?"

"make sure nobody sees you leave"

matthew tkachuk

"your hands are warm"

"you're giving me those fuck me eyes again" [s]

nolan patrick

"i just want you all the time" [f]

"this shit is so overrated"

"i've never had a valentine before"

putting his princess in her place [s]

"my head hurts, stop talking"

by the fireplace [s]

"i'm so in love i might stop breathing"

"please come out, i need to talk to you" [f] [a]

quinn hughes

"i'm bleeding"

"show me where it hurts"

"can i stay here tonight?"

sidney crosby

"and he never thinks of me, except when i'm on tv"

"that's so hot, do it again"

"this reminded me of you"

"i'm so in love i might stop breathing"

"i'll never forget you" [a]

william nylander

"just wait until tomorrow, everything will be on sale"

"look in my eyes"

"i need a vacation. and a shot."

"i miss my dog. and my wife."

"i want to wear his initial on a chain 'round my neck"

"i want to know what your moans sound like"

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Race To The Net

Chapter one: scrimmage

Frederik Andersen x Reader x Daniel Riccardo

Taglist. Masterlist. Race To The Net Masterlist.

A/N: Sorry about it taking so long to get the first chapter out. I can’t wait to get the second chapter out, hopefully it will be out next week. Thank you to @swissboyhisch for being a sounding board for this whole thing! First and second chapter are supposed to take place Tuesday the week of the Vegas Grand Prix

Tw: None in this chapter

“Right this way drivers, the team is already on the ice warming up for the scrimmage” says the lady that met them outside the back of the rink when they got off the bus. The atmosphere of a brand new circuit in a new city feels electric.

The 20 drivers plus the gaggle of media Team members from every team followed the lady into the labyrinth below the arena. The tunnel pops out into the lower bowl completely decked out in gold and black, and they get their first view of the ice. It hit Dan like a crash into the barriers his soulmate was in the building.

Down on the ice the team was practicing and shooting pucks at you, it hit you like a puck to the chest protector your final soulmate was in the building.

As you are walking off the ice to allow the ice team to zamboni the ice, you could hear William up ahead of you calling you, “Y/N, your phone is ringing!”

“I’m coming.” You said, as you started shuffling faster as quickly as you can with all of your heavy pads on. Once you got into the dressing room you could see Willi with your phone talking to someone.

“Oh, she’s here. I will give you back to her.” William said with a smile.

“Hey, Freddie! Sorry I didn’t call last night, it was a long, hard game with lots of shots on goal.” You said with a sigh.

“You’re fine, my game was long too.” He said, sounding tired.

“Hey, I have something to tell you.” You said, as you got up and walked into the hallway to give you and Freddie some privacy. “I found our third soulmate.” You said your voice barely above a whisper.

“Say what now?” He said in shock. “Do you know any info about them?”

“No, all I know is that I felt it when I was practicing before the scrimmage game.” You said with a sigh.

“Ahh, do you have any ideas who?” He asked.

“Maybe? But nothing concrete.” You said with a soft sigh.

“Hey Y/N, it’s time to go back on the ice.” William said coming out of the dressing room.

“Hey, Freddie?” “I gotta go, our game is about to start, love ya.” You say with a smile.

“Love you too, have a good game, bye!” He said hanging up.

“Y/N, are you leading us out onto the ice?” William asked.

He was wearing the same color jersey as you, he would be on your team for the scrimmage.

“Hell yeah!” You said as you pull your mask onto the top of your head. As you walk down the tunnel onto the ice. As you stepped onto the ice you could hear talking, but you could also hear the pregame music that always plays and the announcer saying his pregame rituals, instead of introducing the away team and saying where they are from, he is introducing the other half of the team that is acting as the away team. While your half is the home team. As the National anthem played you pulled your mask fully on and got into the headspace for a game.

As the puck dropped, the players were off down the ice towards the home goalie with the golden jersey. Up in the stands the drivers could hear the goalie in the gold jersey yell, “I swear to all things 9 if you hit me with that puck I’m going to tackle you!”

“Yeah right like you would do that,Y/N.” They hear him say back tauntingly.

“Don’t try me Eichel!” They hear get yelled back from the goalie they now know as Y/N. As they see the puck get slammed into the crossbar. As the minutes ticked down and the players went back and forth from either side with no one getting a goal.

As the final four minutes tick by the home team just narrowly got the puck into the net! “Scored by number 71 William Karlsson.” The announcer rang out. As the buzzer went off two minutes later. Signaling the end of the game and the meaning that the home team won! Down on the ice the away team shuffled off and down the tunnel, while the home team celebrated with high fives and goalie hugs.

As the drivers watched the celebrations, the lady that led them to their seats earlier spoke up, “Are y’all ready to go down and get your pads on and learn a little bit before you play?”

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Auston Matthews had 2 objectives as well as a help in his return from a left shoulder injury that sidelined him a month, as well as the Toronto Maple Leafs, defeated the San Jose Sharks 5-3 on Wednesday evening for their 3rd straight triumph. John Tavares likewise racked up two times, previous San Jose celebrity Patrick Marleau included an objective, Mitch Marner had 3 bits of help, as well as Andreas Johnsson, do with 2 helps to aid Toronto to enhance to 18 -8 -0. Frederik Andersen made 37 conserves to enhance to 8-2-0 over his last 10 begins. Tomas Hertl, Joe Pavelski as well as Melker Karlsson racked up for San Jose, Logan Couture had 2 helps as well as Aaron Dell made 24 conserves. More: MLB : Cardinals fire Mike Matheny in quote to conserve their period Matthews remained 14 games after taking a tidy hit from Winnipeg’s Jacob Trouba on Oct.27 The 21- year-old centre had 10 objectives, as well as 6, helps in the initial 7 games of the period, however, was resisted the scoresheet in 3 successive getaways prior to obtaining pain. He made a virtually prompt influence versus San Jose, taking a pass from Marner as well as discovering Tavares beside the fold on a power play at 3: 38. San Jose obtained that a person back at 10: 40 when Hertl banged the puck past Andersen after Leafs defenceman Travis Dermott might just partly obstruct Kevin Labanc’s come on overlook a Sharks’ guy benefit. The Maple Leafs reclaimed the lead simply 39 secs later an additional power play when Matthews tore his 11 th upstairs short-side on the defenseless Dell. Tavares made it 3-1 with 16.3 secs left in the initial when he rounded off an additional pass from Marner, this moment on an odd-man thrill for his 17 th objective of the period. More: 5 Reasons to Attend the 2018 San Diego Bay Wine & Food Festival Toronto’s power play linked a 3rd time in 3 succeeding possibilities, this moment with the No. 2 system, at 1: 53 of the 2nd when Marleau took a smart pass from Johnsson as well as terminated upstairs on Dell for his 6th as well as Toronto’s 3rd objective with the guy benefit versus the NHL’s leading penalty-killing system. The 39- year-old Marleau, that played 19 periods with the Sharks, racked up versus San Jose for the very first time, offering him a minimum of one objective versus all 31 NHL franchise business. Pavelski obtained San Jose back within 2 when he scored his 8th on yet an additional power play, gunning a shot from an all-time low of the left faceoff circle that Andersen might just obtain an item of with the within his pad at 4: 18. Matthews placed the game unreachable permanently with his 12 th midway via the 3rd when he tipped Johnsson’s shot past Dell’s handwear cover. Melker Karlsson obtained one back for San Jose, his 2nd, with 1: 58 left in law. Read More: Liverpool 1-3 Borussia Dortmund: Naby Keita scouting report

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NHL Roundup: With Ovechkin out, Hurricanes defeat depleted Capitals

HURRICANES 3, CAPITALS 2 WASHINGTON (AP) — Brent Burns scored his 11th goal of the season, Frederik Andersen made 34 saves and the Carolina Hurricanes beat the depleted Washington Capitals 3-2 on Tuesday night. Burns had one of three Hurricanes goals scored thanks to a point shot from a defenseman. The 2017 Norris Trophy winner scored through traffic, Calvin de Haan’s shot went in off Paul…

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Yours - Frederik Andersen

Summary: Due to a slight age difference Y/n and Freddie decide to keep their relationship a secret. However, the reader eventually gets scared there might be more to it.

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Y/n and Freddie met at a wedding they were both invited to. Y/n was the bride’s coworker and Freddie knew the groom for years although they could barely remember how they met. The two found themselves alone at the table where they were seated. It was a late evening; everyone was having a good time and they were single and lonely. An uncomfortable small talk turned into a fun conversation and conversation turned into dancing the night away. Y/n at that time was getting over a breakup, she was almost certain she was over it finally but the thought of jumping into another relationship didn’t even cross her mind. Freddie on the other hand was content with his life in all aspects. He was happy with his career, with the people he had around him and everything seemed to be going in the right direction. He wasn’t particularly interested in dating. He felt like he didn’t have enough time anyway and he believed it’d be unfair to his potential partner. But the immediate connection between them quickly made them rethink things.

Maybe it was thanks to all the emotions the beautiful wedding caused, maybe the encouragement of the alcohol they had, or maybe the feelings just developed that quickly. Whatever it was, it was hard to ignore, and they spend the rest of the night talking, laughing, and dancing clumsily.

When the night ended neither one of them wanted to say goodbye and part their ways. Freddie suddenly freaked out at the thought of letting her go and Y/n’s insecurities took over and she didn’t allow herself to even think he might be interested. But thanks to Freddie’s panic he blurted out the words “do you wanna go on a date” and she happily agreed with no hesitation.

Four weeks and a couple of dates later they made their relationship official. Although they agreed on keeping it a secret from people around them for various reasons. Only their close family knew about it and even that seemed too many people. Y/n was a bit worried about getting unwanted attention. She was a private person, she kept her circle small, and the hockey community was overwhelming and in a certain way frightening. While Freddie was worried about the age difference. It wasn’t as big, but he was in his 30s already while she was in her 20s and he knew the kind of comments people might have. He wanted to protect her from it.

In the beginning, all the secrets, hiding, sneaking away, and secret dates were all exciting. Like a breath of fresh air. Something so different from their previous relationships and the couple couldn’t be happier and more in love.

But as it happens in life - nothing lasts forever. And soon all the things that made their relationship, so fun became a cause of insecurities, complications, and unnecessary arguments. The longer they were together the harder it was to resist expressing their love for each other. Freddie usually had more patience and was more careful, but Y/n slowly started losing interest in keeping it a secret and wasn’t as careful anymore. She was in love and with time it was almost ridiculous for her to hide it. They weren’t doing anything bad after all. But Freddie insisted and whenever she reminded herself the reasons, they were doing it she’d understand.

Her insecurity took over countless times. Repeatedly she found herself wondering if there was more to it, more to what he was saying it was. What if he wasn’t just protecting her from the drama, protecting their privacy? What if he’s embarrassed to be with a younger girl and he doesn’t want to ruin his image? He admitted his love many times, he was physically attracted to her and he showed it hundreds of times. She loves a guy, and he loves her back. She knew it, she was sure of it. But the quiet voice came back whenever it wanted and whispered lies to her ears.

Freddie was worried about her young age too. But for different reasons. In Y/n’s head, she thought it was because he found her childish. But Freddie was worried he had nothing to offer. He was away fairly often, tired, and grumpy after each loss. He couldn’t go out with her whenever she wanted, and he was afraid she’ll slowly get tired of it. He also wanted to protect her from all remarks, from people who could see her as a gold digger. A lot was going on in his head. But it was always only for her good.

…

Y/n leaned closer to Freddie, placed her left hand on the top of his, and pressed her lips softly to his exposed neck, her right hand was wrapped around his waist loosely. He slowly shook his head, so she’d pull away from him and look at her with seriousness in his eyes. The gaze was more intense than ever before. She took her small hands away from his body, pulled away from him, fixed her posture, and stayed quiet to wait for what he was going to say.

“Not here Y/n,” he said.

Y/n pulled away even farther from him, fixed her eyes on the floor, and tried to hold back the tears. As much as she tried the disappointment was strongly visible on her face. She wondered if there would ever come a time, she’d be able to do this in front of people. Or if he’d break up with her before they even get a chance to do so.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I just wanted to… I thought it wouldn’t be a big deal.” She admitted.

“You thought it wouldn’t be a big deal when everyone’s on their phones taking pictures and videos? When anyone could see? I don’t want someone to post us and then have to deal with the consequences.” He spoke with a firm tone.

“Consequences?” She laughed out sarcastically. “Our relationship being public is a consequence you have to deal with. Is that what you’re trying to tell me?” Y/n yelled out, louder than she wanted but at that moment she didn’t care. “Tell me, Freddie, when will it be appropriate? Because there are always too many people around, or you’re going away with the team or you’re busy. There’s always someone with a camera or someone who could spill it.” The frustration took over her mind completely and she was finally able to speak her mind freely.

Freddie looked at her, confusion was visible on his face. He could barely stand looking at her, the sadness in her eyes made it impossible. But he was doing this all for her, not for himself. He wanted her to be safe and avoid the potential drama, he could sense the comments of jealous people once they find out about their age difference. He knew how hard it could get and he wasn’t going to let anything bad happen to her.

“Freddie?” A girl disturbed the heated conversation and walked over to the couple. “It is you! How are you?” She continued in excitement.

Freddie stood up and hugged the girl. Y/n laughed to herself at the sight of her boyfriend hugging a girl she didn’t know in public while they were in the middle of a fight about no pda. “I’m really good. How are you?”

“I’m pretty good too. I’m so happy to see you, Fred,” she smiled and then spotted Y/n sitting behind them. “Wouldn’t you like to introduce us?” She said to Freddie.

“Oh, yeah, sure,” Freddie nervously scratched the back of his neck and turned to Y/n. “This is my friend Y/n. Y/n this is Rachel.”

“Hey, I’m Rachel. I know Freddie from ages before.” She laughed and looked back at him not caring about Y/n’s response. Y/n just smiled, processing the word that came from his mouth. Friend. A friend. Just a friend.

This was the last drop for her. Her heart fell to her stomach and she felt it shattered once it landed. Her stomach was in a knot and it was getting harder to breathe. How could he even do this to her after the conversation they just had? She excused herself and left the place immediately. She completely ignored Freddie who was trying to stop her. She needed to get away from him.

…

After crying her heart out to the Uber driver she finally got home, the place where she felt safe and sheltered from everything that happened. She splashed her face with cold wetter, paying no attention to all the smudged makeup, and went straight to her bed.

30 minutes later her restless nap was disturbed by a loud knocking on the door. She tried to ignore it, knowing it was most likely Freddie behind the door. But he wasn’t giving up and Y/n was never a very patient person and couldn’t handle it. She wiped her eyes as much as she possibly could on the shirt way from her bedroom to the door.

“Can we talk? Please.” He said quietly. Y/n didn’t say anything, but she turned around and slowly walked to the living room with Freddie following her.

She sat down on the couch while he stayed standing in front of her. She was hiding her face, but he could tell she was crying the whole time she was alone.

“What happened back there? Why did you run away like that? I was worried you were sick or something.”

Y/n took a deep breath and exhaled as she tried to sort out her thoughts. Was he this clueless? Or was he just trying to ease the situation by pretending not to know?

“I’m gonna ask you one question and I need you to answer it honestly,” she ignored his previous question and went straight to what was bothering her for weeks now. “Why are we still keeping it a secret? It’s been long enough. And I’m tired of this and in all honesty, I’m getting worried there’s a hidden reason for it too.”

Freddie kneeled to her, grabbed her hands tightly, and looked straight at her. “I simply just wanted to protect you. I’m afraid of bad comments from people and I’m afraid they might get the wrong idea about our relationship… about why you’re with me. I know I can’t hide you forever, but I wanted to do so for as long as I could.”

“You’re not ashamed to be with me?” She whispered, afraid of her own question. She knew it wasn’t the case but a part of her needed a little more reassurance.

“Oh my god baby, of course I’m not,” he kissed the palm of her hand and then rested his head in her lap. “I love you; I could never be ashamed of you.”

“I know,” she nodded and started playing with his hair. “I love you.”

“I think it’s time for us to go public. What do you think?” Freddie asked.

“Only if you genuinely want to. I don’t want to do this just because we argued about it now.”

“I’ve been thinking about it lately babe. But as I’ve said I wanted to keep you safe for a little longer. But I’m ready. Are you?”

“I am.” She smiled happily.

“Let’s do it then,” he said with a smiled and pulled his phone out of his pocket.

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And just like that, with a simple picture on Instagram, he made all the worried go away.

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One Shots

Longer one-offs, imagines, non-series pieces

Frederik Andersen

I wish you were here (18+)

The pandemic and long days at work lead to you missing your boyfriend.

Almost Predictable (18+)

After a few years together, the spark you and your boyfriend once had begins to sizzle. You'd do anything to bring it back

Want to find out what we can get away with... (18 +)

A few too many drinks has fiance!Freddie testing your patience

I want this. I want you. In any way I can have you.

Best friend!Freddie strugles to watch you constantly get hurt by your on-again off-again boyfriend before finally speaking up

Mitch Marner

Forever my Dance Partner (18+)

Mitch thinks he has a huge surprise, but it's you with the shocking news

Auston Matthews

Why are you awake right now?

Auston, closed off from past trauma’s learns it’s okay to let someone in

Here for you (18+)

After a rough few days where nothing seems to go his way, Auston turns to you

Adjustment Period (18+)

After shaving his mustache for Movember, Auston is willing to do anything to get you to love it

Jamie Benn

Forever Valentine (18+)

Jamie replaces his wife for a much cuter Valentine

Matthew Tkachuk

We could be friends (18+)

After being single for a few months, you head out with some players for a drink when you and Matthew make an interesting discovery

Pierre-Luc Dubois

Goodbye (18+)

After being traded to Winnipeg, you and Pierre have one final night together

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they absolutely will not criticize jack even though he deserves it (@ other anons calm down i said criticize not hate) and it makes me so mad. jack is getting personal experience with the bullshit team fred dealt with for 3 straight years.

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What I go to School For I AU Frederik Andersen Imagine

professor!Freddie x reader; au

Author's Note: Well, I stumbled upon this in my drafts and figured, why not give it a shot… I can't really offer any justification for it, though 😉

Focus. You had to focus.

"Alright, everyone, please turn to page 334 in your main textbook," your lecturer projected his voice across the packed lecture hall.

And you obeyed his instruction.

As you followed his presentation, replete with intricate terminology and expressions, you made a determined effort to maintain your composure.

Nearly every second, you had to remind yourself of your purpose: you were on the path to becoming an architect.

However, these classes weren't a cakewalk. Especially when you laid eyes on your new professor, there was no chance you'd make it through the day without your thoughts straying.

It all started during summer when you saw him for the first time.

He was the son of your father’s colleague, and you’d all been gathered for a dinner party with the office.

At this point, he was nothing but a simple stranger to you. A stranger named Freddie.

And Freddie had been utmost friendly, and when the men of the firm talked business, the two of you automatically turned to strike up a conversation, being the only “children” there; or you were the only plus ones that weren’t wives or husbands.

Initially you weren’t even supposed to be there but given that your father was divorced from your mother and had no one else to bring, he’d argued that it’d be good for you to come out to network since you were soon entering the real world completely.

And it’s not like you didn’t know any of them. You’d been at your father’s firm several times, even one summer as an intern to gain some experience for your studies and to earn some money for moving out.

And as the night wore on, you and Freddie found yourself engaging effortlessly in deep conversations about anything and everything.

You learned that he’d been studying architecture just like you (the conversation starter was rather obvious) but now he’d been searching to go in a different direction. What exactly that was he wasn’t entirely sure of yet.

Perhaps he was a few years older than you. Not that you minded. You’d always been rather mature for your age and with Freddie’s calm demeanour, you couldn’t help but sink into it.

Nonetheless, you both kept talking. And talking. And talking.

Just until the managers suggested to continue somewhere else, and you saw your potential escape from your father’s company dinner. However, a part of you didn’t want to break from Freddie just yet - and to your luck, he offered to follow you home. He argued that it was dark and ‘you never know what type of people are out there’, but to be honest, he didn’t exactly need to persuade you. You’d say yes anyway; but he didn’t need to know that.

And as he walked next to you through the streets of the cold weather, your conversation kept on going. The details of it you couldn’t entirely recall, however, what had imprinted a rather vivid memory into your mind, was when you’d reached the stairs to your apartment building and were to say goodnight. And just when you’d thought the moment was over, the tall ginger slowly leaned down, and placed a gentle kiss on your cheek.

The blush of your cheek was luckily disguised by the chilly air, however, words from your mouth escaped sooner than you expected.

“Would you like to come up?”

You were slightly taken aback by your own level of confidence, but there was simply something about this man that had you intrigued.

And it’s not like you were going to see him ever again. Right?

So, when he said yes, an indescribable amount of joy filled your heart.

And as it turned out, you were high on cloud nine all night. From the moment Freddie’s lips touched yours, as you’d entered your flat, you were completely mesmerised.

His touch had a magical effect on you, and nothing could stop you from seeing stars, as his mouth massaged yours, and his tongue gently made its way passed your lips to meet yours.

It sent a shiver down your spine, as you gave into his touch, and your heartbeat only quickened as he gently placed his large hands on your buttocks, and in a swift movement lifted you to wrap your legs around his hips, then slowly carried you to your bed, and gently placed you onto your back.

You could feel the mattress shift in weight as his large body came to hover you, and his lips returned to your mouth. And when they weren’t on yours, they’d travel down to your neck and place soft kisses on your skin, his teeth lightly biting, and you could sense a sensation of sucking as well.

You were his for the night.

Your mind simply couldn’t comprehend any rational thoughts in that very moment.

Especially not when he slowly started to undress you. Careful with every button of your shirt, and only soft touches when he pulled it off along with your dress trousers.

His large figure came to stand gorgeously in the dimmed light of your room, as he stood to undress himself as well. And in only tight boxers, framing his stiff, large member, he came back onto the bed to turn his full attention back to you.

His warm mouth was back on your skin, as he placed butterfly kisses all over, while removing your lacy black underwear you’d proudly shown off.

Silence was filling the room, only broken by the soft sounds of kissing, and light moans escaping your lips, as Freddie’s fingers found their way to your heated core, already pooling and ready to embrace him.

However, Freddie was taking his time. He’d want to make you feel good, before he’d pleasure himself. And as he heard the soft moans coming from your sweet lips, he made his move to gently press a finger inside of your heat.

Your chest began to move a little faster, as your breath slowly became heavier, feeling the amaze of Freddie’s touch. And when he added a second finger, which your wet cunt easily accepted, you felt a pleasurable sensation running through your body.

His two fingers gently pumped in and out, his thumb working your sensitive bud of nerves, and slowly - painfully slowly, he increased the speed.

You could feel yourself getting closer to a release, and only with a soft, almost whispery voice you pleaded for him to keep going and let you come.

Freddie’s eyes had turned darker, and he had to focus to keep his breath under control as he watched you intensely coming through your orgasm, with your wall clenching around his fingers. And not until you let out a final deep breath, he’d take out his fingers, leaving you feeling void, yet filled with pleasure.

But the sight of you arching beneath him like that and the beautiful sounds of your moans were almost too much for him, and he let no time go to waste as he almost ripped off his boxers and came to kneel between your legs.

His cock was proudly standing, ready for action, slightly dripping with precum and he once again leaned down to connect his lips with yours.

Still under his magical spell, you felt the tip of his cock gently pressing against your entrance.

Freddie knew he had to take it slow, and it was killing him. He was large and he’d already felt just how tight you were, but he longed for nothing else than to feel himself inside of your warmth.

But he was gentle. Slowly he pushed himself further in, and the room was filled with louder moans this time.

You couldn’t hold your moans back, as you felt just how good he stretched your walls and filled your deep with his magnificent length.

And once completely inside, you could almost feel how he hit the very back. You let out a deep breath and offered him light nod, only for him to gently pull almost entirely out, and push back in; again, hitting that very same spot.

And then he did it again. And then again.

His hips rocked in perfect steady pace, and you knew you could reach another orgasm any time. He didn’t even have to do anything else but to keep moving.

And Freddie could feel how his own release was building up, and as your heat took him so well, he could only feel the need to speed up.

Moans were filling the room along with the sound of skin clapping, and your heavy breaths. Endorphins were mixed with sweaty and glittering skin, as both your minds became hazy, and the dopamine filled your brains out of pure pleasure.

Loud groans came from the large man above you, and you could sense he was getting closer as his thrust became irregular and his pounding harder.

Your hands found the sheets and held a tight grip as the knot filled your tummy and another orgasm rushed over your body, just as Freddie offered one long loud grunt, as he spilled his seed deep inside of you, and emptied himself on a high.

And what followed was only a small fraction of the wonderful memory; he’d helped you clean up, gently wiping with a damped cloth, smiles adorning both of your faces, before you’d both returned to bed, and he’d cuddled with you until you drifted off to sleep.

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And here you were, weeks later, finding yourself in his class about the prober dimensions and proportions of a heavy architectural design.

His bright red hair was like a flame to your eyes and as his voice sounded, you could feel goosebumps on your skin and your hair rising in the back of your neck.

Only when the class was dismissed, you were caught from your thoughts.

“Please, remember to come down with your papers for the latest hand in,” his voice echoed through the room.

Fuck.

With heavy steps and acting as casual as possible you slowly walked down the steps towards the centre where he’d asked for everyone to place the papers.

With a bit of luck, you thought you’d be able to sneak pass him while he was looking down, but no, it would’ve been too easy.

And just as you placed your paper onto the deck, his brown eyes met yours in disbelief, while an ‘o’ shaped on the curve of his lips.

You tried your best to offer him a composed and friendly smile, but you could sense your inner turmoil through your veins.

The memories of your night together flashed before your eyes and you knew a tiny sparkle must have shown in your eyes, as you tried to speak his name.

“Here you go, professor… Andersen,” you almost whispered.

Freddie was left speechless.

Never had he imagined he’d see you again. Let alone as one attending his very first class.

Shit.

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2-fast-2-curious · 5 years

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Christine projects her kinks onto Frederik Andersen

Let’s get this out of the way

Daddy af

That beard would feel so good

Between your boobs or between your legs

Freddie is quiet

Like the most you’ll get from him is an occasional grunt

But just the way he looks at you...it’s intense

Not even just in the bedroom

Like at an event, his eyes could catch yours from across the room and you can just feel this chill down your spine

Freddie likes to admire you

Probably gets you a special closet full of naughty clothes and shoes specifically for the bedroom

Has you do a little fashion show for him

He just sinks back in his seat with a drink as he motions for you to do a spin so he can see what it looks like from behind

Freddie has a slight kink for voyagerism

He likes to sit there, still wearing his suit, and watch you touch yourself

So desperate for him, you’re willing in behave in ways you wouldn’t otherwise

It shows just how much power he has over you and how he can influence your behaviour

Tells you which toys to use on yourself

And when to stop

Always catches you right when you’re oh so close

Sometimes you’re feeling naughty or you don’t want to wait and you make yourself cum

That leads to Freddie grabbing you, bending you over his lap, and spanking both your pussy and your ass

Body twitching because you’re still sensitive from your orgasm

Maybe he asks some of his teammates come over and watches you with them

Love that when they’re railing into you, your eyes never leave Freddie’s

Still thinking about his dick

Silently letting him know that all of this is for him

Freddie has rules

Like you’re probably not allowed to cum unless he gives you permission

“Please Daddy, can I cum for you please?”

The rules change every time Freddie goes on the road

Sometimes you’re not allowed to touch yourself at all

Other times you’re allowed to have an orgasm for every game the Leafs win

Freddie doesn’t seem like a skype sex type of person

He does like when you send him sexy photos

If you want to get off, all you need to do is bribe him with some photos first

Shots of your boobs or your butt

“Please daddy, I miss you so much and I’m so horny from thinking about how good you make me feel. Can I please cum?”

Permission granted

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puckinghell · 5 years

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What Love Is | Freddie Andersen

Summary: When everything in your life blows up, there might be only one person who can show you what love really is. Words: 2.4k Note: Can you believe I’m the most creative person ever when it comes to titles? This is a heavily requested part 2 to What Love Isn’t.

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You’re sitting straight up on the couch, staring at the front door. You’ve been in that exact same position since that particular door closed.

You’re tired. Exhausted, even; the kind of tired that settles deep in your bones, and lays there, like a heavy blanket draped over your body. You don’t think you could move even if you tried.

Not that you’re planning on trying. Not now, not when your ex is stumbling around in the bedroom, getting his stuff. You don’t think you have the strength to go talk to him, even though you know that’s probably the responsible thing to do.

Adam was never the one for you. You know that, now; maybe you’ve known it for a long time. But you never wanted to admit it to yourself. Always thought, what other option there? Figured you would just have to make do with what you could get.

And in a way, you’d convinced yourself that Adam did love you. Maybe not in the way other people loved their significant others, maybe not in the way you wanted him to love you. But in his own, stupid, dysfunctional way. Surely you couldn’t be with someone for almost 3 years, if you didn’t love them a little bit.

And you’d loved Adam, you really had. You would be lying if you said you’d never wondered if this was all love could be, but you’d been content enough in your relationship that if it was, if love would never be more than what you had with him, it would be okay with you. You could find happiness in other things.

And then, then some tall ginger with kind eyes and a soft smile had walked into your life and ruined everything in the best way.

Until you’d gone and ruined it in the worst.

You hear a door creak, heavy footsteps in the hallway, and then Adam appears. His hair is a little disheveled and there’s dark circles under his eyes, but he doesn’t look nearly as bad as you do. You know that despite your best efforts, you hadn’t quite been able to make it look like you hadn’t been crying. And you’d tried. Because you didn’t want Adam to see your tears.

Not when you hadn’t been crying over him.

“I think I’ve got everything,” Adam says. His voice is emotionless, almost business like. “If you find something that’s mine, just give me a call and I can pick it up. Or you can leave it at the reception at work, if you’d rather not see me again.”

Adam hadn’t been the best boyfriend, in fact, most of the time he hadn’t even been a good one. But you didn’t hate him. He’d been your longest, your most serious, maybe your only really serious relationship, and he taught you a lot. Suddenly, it was important to you that he knew that.

“I will give you a call if I find something, Adam. And I truly wish you the best.” You send him a smile and he smiles back, although tentatively. Then, he swallows nervously.

“Is he, eh, is he coming over, after this?”

You frown. “Who?”

“Freddie.”

At the sound of his name, your heart drops. No, he won’t be coming over. He probably would never come over again, not after what you told him.

Knowing you pushed away Freddie hurts, almost more than losing Adam. Because with Adam, you felt it coming. You knew it should’ve happened earlier than it did.

With Freddie, it was all just one big mess, one big mistake. If you hadn’t screwed it up so much, you’re pretty sure he would’ve never left.

“No,” you tell Adam; you notice your voice shaking, but he’s kind enough not to react to it. “He’s not too happy with me, at the moment.”

Adam raises an eyebrow. For a second, you think he’s gonna question you on it, but he doesn’t. That’s probably well enough, since it would be an awkward situation to explain.

Yeah, Freddie kinda hates me cause I got into a fight about whether or not you loved me, and I told him he doesn’t even know what love is, and he told me what you and I have is what love isn’t, and then I thought he was going to kiss me but he ran out of my apartment, so the next day I broke up with you, called him, texted him, and he never responded.

“He’ll get over it,” Adam says, then, shrugging. He pauses, stares at the box in his hands. “I’m happy for you, you know. You deserve someone who looks out for you. I’m sorry I could never do that for you.”

Never could, or never wanted to? It’s on the tip of your tongue, but you don’t ask the question. Because why would you? What does it matter?

“I don’t think it’s that simple,” you say instead, fixing your gaze on the floor. Because it’s not. You’re pretty sure Freddie hates you.

“I think it is.” Adam is standing at the door now, one hand on the doorknob. It looks like he’s done talking, but then, right before he steps outside, he turns around again. “When you love someone, you fight for them, and you forgive them for not fighting for you when it mattered. I think you need to do a little more fighting, Y/N, and you might be surprised at how forgiving someone can be.”

To any outsider, it might sound like he’s talking about your relationship with him, but you know him, and he’s not. There’s no bitterness in his voice, but also no longing. It’s just a friendly bit of advice for someone he once cared about. And you’re grateful for it.

“Thank you, Adam.” You pause. “I might just do that.”

And then he’s gone. As quickly as he walked into your life three years ago, he walks out. And the thing is, you can’t even feel bad about it. You’re too busy thinking about someone else.

Your hand feels like a ton of bricks when you lift it to knock on the door. It’s eerily quiet outside Freddie’s apartment, the complex deserted. It’s late, but not that late; he should still be up.

The knocks echo through the hallway. It stays quiet, for a second, then you hear some stumbling behind the door. Your heart is racing a million miles an hour and when the door opens, you’re pretty sure you’re having a full on heart attack.

Freddie looks tired. He looks as tired as you feel; with dark circles under his eyes, the lines surrounding them more pronounced than usual. He’s clearly dressed for comfort, in a Leafs shirt and sweatpants, but he doesn’t look like you woke him up.

“Y/N?” He sounds hesitant, guarded even, and you don’t blame him. You manage to smile at him, although weakly.

“Hi, Fred. Can I come in?”

You figure if he really hates you, if all hope is really lost, he’ll just slam the door in your face or at the very least tell you that no, you can’t come in, and please never come back. But he doesn’t. He doesn’t say anything, but he steps aside, and you take that as a win.

You follow him to the living room, where Freddie stands in the middle of the room with his arms crossed.

“What are you doing here?” He doesn’t sound angry, not really, just a little on edge, and you can’t blame him for that.

“It’s about Adam.” That was probably not the right way to start things cause instantly, Freddie tenses up more, his jaw setting tight. You hurry to throw your hands up, a bit like you’re trying to ward off an animal. “No, not like that. I, uhm, I came to tell you that he collected the last of his stuff today.”

Some of the tension slips from Freddie’s shoulders, but his voice still sounds uncharacteristically flat when he says: “Oh, that’s good. Good for you.”

Slowly, carefully, you take a step closer. He doesn’t move, which you take as another good sign. “I broke up with him the night we last talked.”

You see it, then, a little twitch in Freddie’s expression, a crack in his cold armor. And you know you need to keep fighting, keep fighting for him.

“You know, when he came to pick up his stuff today, I didn’t even really feel upset? Sure, it was a bit weird, and sad, to see him walk out of my life, but more in a melancholic way. Like, I was closing a chapter of my life. But it didn’t hurt.” You pause; you’ve reached Freddie now, are close enough to touch him, but you don’t know if you should. He’s not really inviting it, his arms still firmly crossed in front of his chest, his shoulders squared back. “You know what does hurt?”

“Hmm?” he hums in response.

“It hurts knowing that I hurt you.” You really try not to let your voice betray how much it’s hurting, still, in this moment, but at the end of the sentence it cracks and you instantly see Freddie’s face fall. You need to keep going, though, and so you swallow.

“All you’ve done is be there for me, through my bad decisions, through my stupid mistakes, you’ve been there and let me cry on your shoulder and watched bad movies with me and went to the ballet, which I’m pretty sure is not your favorite Saturday night activity, and you never lectured me or made fun of me or left me in the dark, and all I did in return was take out my frustrations on you and that’s not fair. I need you to know that I’m sorry, and that I was wrong.”

You let your hand travel up, fall across his arm. He still doesn’t move, but his eyes have softened. “I told you you don’t know what love is but that’s so, so wrong. I’m the one who doesn’t know. I’m the one who tried to hold on to the wrong person because she was scared, who pushed away the right person because she wasn’t willing to admit she was scared. You know exactly what love is, and you’ve been trying…”

You cut yourself off, there. Suddenly, you can hear his voice in your head, that night in your kitchen. The intensity with which he’d said, I’ve been trying… The abruptness with which he stopped himself. You’re not quite sure if you misread it, misunderstood, if you’re making a fool out of yourself now.

“I’ve been trying to show you.” Freddie’s voice is so soft you barely hear him, but you do, because you’re standing close enough to feel the warmth of his breath on your skin, and you’re pretty sure you didn’t mishear him because suddenly his hands are wrapped around your elbows and he yanks, pulling you close to his chest.

It’s harder, to talk, now, but you’re not done yet. There’s still things he needs to know.

“I’m still scared, Fred,” you admit, softly, barely above whispering. “I��ve never had this before. I know you’ve been trying to show me, but I wasn’t paying all that much attention, because I was too inside my head about it all. I still don’t know what love is, but I’m ready. I wanna know what love is.” You pause. “I’m ready for you to show me.”

You’ve barely finished your sentence or Freddie’s lips are against your own, soft but firm, and you collapse into his chest like your legs melt away from you. He catches you easily, as you knew he would; he always has before.

His hands travel to your thighs and then he’s lifting you in the air. He’s taller than you, so it’s easy for you to keep kissing him as he starts walking you somewhere - bedroom, you assume - and thread your fingers through his hair.

A door opens and then closes and you’re in a dark room, where Freddie lowers you to the bed. He’s hovering over you, now, eyes dark and full of want - no, need - as he once again dips his head, this time to press kisses to your collarbone.

You let his lips wander, for a while, then let out a breathless: “Fred, please.”

He chuckles, the sound vibrating against the skin of your neck. “Calm down, love,” he hums, softly. “I wanna take a little time, here.”

But there’s already an achy feeling between your thighs and you’re not sure you’re down with that arrangement.

“Can’t you take your time next time?”

“Next time, huh?” Freddie teases. “You’re keen.” He presses his lips against the skin below your ear. “Let me make this good for you, honey,” he whispers, and you’d be damned if you don’t melt right beneath his touch. “It’s better, you know,” he continues, taking the time talking to lightly trace his lips down your neck, “when someone loves you.” His teeth graze your skin and then his lips follow, soft and caring, and you can’t help but let out a breathy whine. He smiles. “Let me show you that.”

And you let him, and he shows you. It’s different, than it ever has been before; it feels like Freddie has all the time in the world to just kiss you, kiss you until your toes are curling and your heart in beating in your throat. It feels like he’d be content to just kiss you, for the rest of your life, but when his lips finally travel down it’s like a whole new world opens for you and you don’t think you’re ever gonna be content with just kissing again, or with kissing anyone but Freddie, for that matter.

It simultaneously feels like hours later and seconds later, when you’re splayed out across Freddie’s chest, his breathing a little heavy and your naked limbs tangled together beneath the sheets. His one hand is holding onto your waist, the other laying palm up on the sheets, your fingers laced through his.

“I love you,” you mumble, and you feel, more than see, Freddie smile.

“I love you too,” he says, “and it’s okay if you’re not really sure what that means yet. I’ll keep showing you, until you do.”

“I think I’m starting to get an idea what love is,” you grin.

You figure it might look a little bit like this.

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thundersstruck · 6 years

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5 more minutes -Frederik Andersen (soft and smut)

A/n: ooo look at this a Freddie imagine... I love him, it’s a new thing but who couldn’t love this dane... and look it’s smut, the first I’ve ever written. Also,apparently all I write for is the leafs now??? Please request things my requests are open friends I don’t bite I promise

Requested: No but I’m dedicating it to @squilliamnylander and @thiccthighsandhockeyguys because they love Freddie and they’re awesome writers too and deserve the world and appreciation so go fucking read their works :)

Warnings: swearing, smut (this is a first y’all), fluff, talk of pregnancy

Word count: 1017

Gif credit: @wonthetrade

Enjoy!

(Y/N)’s POV

Freddie and I wandered around the baby store looking at all the cribs and clothes. “Freddie what the fuck are you doing?” I ask as he observes a rocking chair by sitting in it. “Don’t we need one of these for house?” He asks. “Yes but we’re making the baby shower registry so we won’t have to buy majority of what I scan.” I reply with the scanner gun in my one hand and the other on my stomach. “What color do you want?” I ask sighing knowing he’s not leaving the store without the chair. “The one I’m sitting in.” He says and then gets up grabbing my hand. “You know we’re having a child in four months, right?” I ask him as we wander into the stroller section. “Yeah of course, I am the one who got you pregnant.” He says with a proud smirk as he wraps his arms around me and my stomach. “Here I can recap the exact day that I got you pregnant.” He says.

*flashback*

“Babe come down to the locker room, I’m the only one here.” I hear Freddie’s slight accent say through the phone. “Okay why?” I ask “don’t ask just come here my love.” He says and I walk towards the locker room. When I get there he’s patiently waiting for me in his locker stall only wearing his boxers

“Mmm congrats on the win Mr. Andersen.” I say as I straddle his legs. “Mmm thank you Mrs. Andersen, I think there’s a celebration in order.” He says attacking me with kisses and hands roaming up my body. “Here?” I ask “here.” He growls back taking my shirt off and throwing it across the locker room. Our mouths attach and we fight for dominance over the kiss as he unclasps my bra. “Freddie” I moan. “Woah there babe I haven’t even gotten that far and you’re already moaning for me.” He says unbuckling my jeans. “Fuck Freddie just fuck me already god.” I say as he slips my jeans off. “You ask and you shall receive.” He responds letting his hard member free and pushing my lace panties to the side. “I see you wore the blue ones, the ones that I love.” He says teasing my entrance with the his tip. “Baby your soaking” He says and I’ve had enough. I push myself down on to him and he moans. “You wanted a celebratory fuck and you’re just teasing me so I’m taking... matters.. into... my... hands” I say as I start to ride him. His hands find his way to my breasts and he plays with my nipples. “Fuck Freddie.” I moan out as my nails rake down his back “can you last 5 more minutes?” He asks kissing my neck. “Does it look like I can?” I responds that warm sensation already starting to form in my stomach. “Freddie you can’t even last 5 more minutes if I keep doing all the work.” I chirp at him. He picks me up and pushes me against the locker room wall. “This is new babe but I’m still not gonna last 5 more minut-OH MY GOD FREDDIE” I scream in pleasure as he hits the right spot. “Right there right there keep going.” I say but I comes out more like a whimper. I’m still holding it all together but I’m know I’m going to lose it soon as the warm sensation in my stomach grows a little more and my legs start shaking. “Freddie please just please let me cum goddamnit.” I moan out “you cum then I’m gonna cum and we aren’t using protection.” He says still thrusting just a little sloppier now since he’s close to his high. “I don’t fucking care we’re married.” I moan out and give up all hope. My walls clench around him and the world around me goes white. Everything because heightened and I feel him twitch and release inside me, a string of Danish curses leaving his mouth. His thrusts become slower and soon he pulls out and puts me down, well unhooks my legs from his arms, but he’s still carrying me. “We just fucked in your locker room.” I say “yeah we did. Best celebratory fuck ever.” He says back with a smile.

*end flashback*

When he’s done telling the story I’m squirming under his touch. “Frederik we are in public.” Say going back to looking at the strollers, scanning the one I want. “Ya know we could take 5 minutes to take care of it.” He says with a grin “no we are not fucking in this store, don’t you forget I’m pregnant.” I snap back as he begins playing with the strollers. “Oh my gosh I’m going to be raising two children.” I say under my breath. “No you aren’t I’m gonna be right there by your side the whole time.” He says softly placing his arms around me again, his hands laying on my stomach as the baby kicks. “Oh my gosh the baby is kicking.” He says with a smile “yes she does that a lot.” I say then realize my mistake. He pulls away and looks at me in the eyes. “She?” He asks “she..” i trail off. “We’re having a girl?” He asks with tears filling his eyes. I can’t form any words so I just nod. Tears leave his eyes and I start to while them away. “No no no baby don’t cry. If you cry I cry.” I say tears already threatening to leave my eyes. “These are happy tears.” He says with a smile cupping my face in his hands and kissing me sweetly. “I wasn’t suppose to tell you yet. I was planning a gender reveal party.” I say as we break the kiss. “Who else knows?” He asks me. “Auston and Mitch because they’re already fighting over who’s gonna be the better Uncle.” I giggle. “Well then let the games begin because she’s not gonna care about her uncles, I’m going to spoil the hell out of her, starting with the rocking chair.”

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moonhowlerpack · 6 years

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Part two of Didn’t know {Frederik Andersen} is already here!!

If you don’t know what I’m talking about here is part one {Here}

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no-pucks-given · 3 years

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FREDERIK ANDERSEN | TIMES LIKE THESE

AN: At the end of January my lovely friends convinced me to start writing. I did, and it turned out to be something I really enjoy and love. I haven’t posted anything on Tumblr before, it’s always been to intimidating for me. I talked to a few writers on here, and decided to just do it. So thank you to everyone who supported me in this (scary!!) decision, hahaha. I hope you enjoy this one, it’s one of the last ones I wrote. (:

Warnings: Thighs, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, some more thighs.

Word Count: 3.5K

Requested: @freddieflower3129

Watching your boyfriend play the sport he loves so much is one of your favourite things to do, but watching your boyfriend lose, and eventually even lose his cool, is definitely one of the things you hate. You can almost feel Freddie’s frustration through the screen after yet another goal, another shot he should’ve stopped. You blame it on the defence, on luck, but you know that Freddie blames this on himself.

Another loss, you see the look of pure defeat on his face when he leaves the ice. A look that tells you he’ll be wrecked by the time he gets home. Every win, every loss is spent together, you celebrate the wins, and you support him through the losses. Tonight, maybe more than ever before, he needs your support, and you’ll make sure he gets that in the best way possible.

Freddie will never ask you for this, afraid that he would bother you, but you know he loves it when you do this for him. His muscles are sore after a game, in desperate need for some release, a way to lose the tension in his body, tonight you’ll make sure he gets the massage, and love he deserves. And boy, does he deserve a lot of love.

You put your plan into motion, making sure everything is ready when Freddie gets home. You light up a few candles, the small flames giving the room a cosy, peaceful look. Rummaging through the drawers you find his favourite oil, putting it on the bedside table. You find the softest towel you own, and finally you’re all set to give your man the peaceful night he deserves.

You’re comfortable on the couch when Freddie walks in, a sombre look on his face. “Come here, baby,” you say softly, opening your arms for him. Without a second thought he drops his bags, and makes his way over to you, his large frame engulfing your smaller one. His head buried in the crook of your neck, arms wrapped around your waist, hugging you close to him. You brush your fingers through his hair, a soft sigh leaving Freddie’s mouth. “How are you feeling, baby?” you ask, even though you already know his answer.

Freddie chuckles low. “Like shit, like a loser, a failure, does that answer your question?” he counters back, annoyance, hurt lacing his voice.

“I’m sorry. I know you’re feeling like that, but it isn’t true, you know that,” you say, tugging softly on his hair. Freddie lifts his head, eyebrow raised in question. “I’ve planned a small thing for you upstairs, if you’re up for it,” you say, a small smile playing on your lips.

“You did?” he asks, your words triggering his curiosity. You nod your head, smiling at him. He helps you off the couch, and follows you upstairs.

You look at him when he crosses the threshold, his bottom lip slightly pouting. Freddie finds your eyes again, cocking his head to the side. “You don’t have to do that, y/n,” he softly says, worried he’s making you do things you don’t want to do.

You shake your head at him, fingers loosening his tie. “I know, but I want to, and you deserve this,” you say, pulling his tie off completely. “You deserve to know how much I love every single part of you, Freddie.”

Together you undress him, until he’s left in nothing but black boxers. You guide him towards the bed, where Freddie lays down on his stomach, arms above his head. For just a few seconds you simply watch him, his broad shoulders, his thick thighs, his perfect bottom. You chuckle quietly at yourself, you’re such a fangirl for your own man. You slip out of your sweats, leaving you in just your underwear and t-shirt.

You crawl on top of Freddie, your legs on either side of his waist. You lean over him to grab the oil, squeezing some on your hands. “Is that my favourite?” Freddie mumbles from below you.

You smile, pressing your oily hands onto his back. “Of course it is, love. Only the best for you,” you say, gently massaging the tight muscles on his back. Your fingers work the tight knots in his shoulders, a deep sigh leaving Freddie’s mouth every now and then. “You feel like a burden to your teammates, like you carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, but little do you know you actually carry their pride, their joy, their love instead,” you tell him softly, your hands moving down his back.

Freddie listens intently to everything you have to say, his brows furrowed in confusion, in realisation at times. He knows he can be too susceptible to negativity at times, taking and hearing only the negative sides of things or events, while there are enough positive sides as well. He tries so hard to change that, but it’s a lot harder than it looks. At times like these he couldn’t be happier to have you. You always know what to say, whether it’s to calm him down or to see the positive side to certain events.

You slide further down his body, settling between his legs. You smirk to yourself as you rake your nails over his sculpted ass, a low groan leaving Freddie’s mouth. “y/n...” he warns, but you just press your hands on his backside.

“You know I love your ass, I only got praise. Do you need to hear them?” you say cheekily, a blush spreading over his face.

“No, you can skip it,” Freddie mumbles, a smile on his lips.

Your oily hands slide over his thighs, his muscles flexing underneath your touch. “I could write a book about your thighs, Freddie,” you tell him, massaging his sore muscles.

Freddie chuckles, lifting his head a bit to look at you. “I swear to God, if I ever catch you writing a damn book about my thighs you’ll be in so much trouble, baby,”

You laugh at him, grabbing one of his feet. You gently massage his footbed, making sure not to tickle him. You do not want to get kicked in your face tonight, or any night for that matter. “Oh, that’s so good,” Freddie moans out, completely relaxed. You smile at him, moving on to his other foot.

After a while you crawl back towards his head, whispering in his ear that he can turn over now. Freddie rolls over, scooting back to sit against the headboard. He pats his thigh, urging you to sit down, a small smirk playing on his lips. You sit back down on top of him, knowing damn well this is going to lead to something completely else.

You softly press your lips on his, revelling in the feeling of his lips, his tongue, his taste. The kiss stays light, sweet, his eyes promising you this isn’t over yet. You squirt some more oil on your hands, while Freddie holds out his arm for you. You slide your warm hands over his skin, loving the feeling of his strong arms underneath your fingers. “Your arms,” you start, Freddie’s eyes shooting to yours, “they make me feel the safest I’ve ever felt. Wrapped around me I feel like I can conquer the whole world,” you tell him, smiling softly at the man before you.

Freddie’s free hand lands on your hip, his thumb brushing soft circles over your exposed skin. You move on to his hands, your thumbs pressing down soft circles on his palm. “Your hands, they provide me security, and trust. Whether it’s wrapped around mine when we’re out for a walk, or..” you say, looking innocently at a smirking Freddie, who already knows where you’re going with this. “wrapped around my throat while you fuck me, tangled in my hair when I take you down my throat,” you finish, feeling Freddie’s erection against your stomach.

Freddie takes you by surprise when his fingers wrap around your throat, bringing your face closer to his. His mouth claiming yours, tongue forcing its way into your mouth. You moan into the kiss, completely forgetting about the massage for a moment. You rock your hips against his erection, earning yourself a low groan from Freddie.

Freddie breaks the kiss, looking pretty content with himself at the moment. “Now you can continue,” he says, sliding his hand from your throat, between your breasts, and back to your hip.

You shake your head at him, he’ll never stop surprising you. Your hands slide over his chest, rubbing the oil into his skin. “Your chest keeps your most precious possession; your heart. Your pure heart, full of love, happiness, and kindness. It’s the most beautiful part of you, love,” you tell him, pressing your palm onto his chest.

His hand lands on top of yours, pressing down harder. “It’s no longer in my possession, y/n. I put my heart in your hands a long time ago,” he says, slightly squeezing your hip.

Your hands cup his face, making sure he looks at you. “I know you can get in your own head too much, but I’ll always be here to help you, to support you through everything. Don’t be afraid to ask, love. I need you to understand that you don’t bother me when you ask for anything, just ask and I’ll give it to you,” you say, hoping he believes your words.

“Thank you, baby. I promise I’ll ask if I need something,” Freddie says, smiling back at you. You see the small change in his features, it almost has something.. naughty? “I do need help with something actually,” he says, giving you his most innocent look.

You raise your eyebrow at him, trying to keep the smile off your face. “And what would that be?” you say, sliding your hands down his chest.

Freddie lifts his hips, rocking his erection against your core. “That.”

You shake your head at him, of course that’s what he wants. You try to reach for the towel to clean your hands, but Freddie grabs your wrist, stopping your movements. “Don’t bother, I want to feel those hands all over my cock,” he says, smirking at your shocked expression. “It is edible, right?”

You playfully roll your eyes at him, your head inching closer to his. Your lips brush over his ear, tongue darting out to trace the shell. “Why don’t we find out, huh?” you whisper, your hand cupping him through his underwear. The sharp intake of breath only spurs you on to continue your slow, torturous ways. It isn’t often that Freddie lets you take the lead like this, but when he does you make sure to enjoy it as much as you can.

Your lips kiss his skin, softly sucking and nipping every now and then, slowly making your way down. Your hand strokes his erection through his underwear, your lips close around one of his nipples, sucking the bud into your mouth. Freddie groans, you love how sensitive he is there. You bite down on his nipple, before soothing the burn with your tongue. Freddie curses below his breath, his hand wrapping around your hair.

You lick and nip your way down over his stomach, his muscles tightening underneath your touch. When you finally reach your destination you smirk to yourself, determine to drive Freddie absolutely crazy with need. You lick the skin just above the waistband of his underwear, chills running through his body. His grip on your hair tightens, your eyes finding Freddie’s. “Stop teasing, y/n,” he says, tugging on your hair, letting you know playtime is over. You mumble your agreement against his skin, while slowly tugging down his underwear.

Freddie lifts his hips, allowing you to slide down his underwear completely, freeing his throbbing erection. You lick your lips at the sight before you, his erection standing proud against his stomach, precum leaking from the tip. Your head dips down, but Freddie yanks you back up, your eyes shooting to his again. “Hands, y/n. Remember?” he says, referring back to your earlier conversation. You nod your head, one of your hands closing around his cock, squeezing his base tightly.

Freddie relaxes his hold on your hair, allowing you to lower your head towards his cock once more. Your tongue swirls around his tip, relishing the familiar taste of his precum. Your lips close around him, softly sucking on the head of his cock.

Your mouth follows the same rhythm as your hand, your other hand braced on his muscular thigh. You lose yourself completely in him, his low moans and grunts when he pushes further into your mouth, they way the muscles on his thigh flex underneath your hand. You can feel his eyes on you, even though you can’t maintain eye contact with him, too far gone in giving him pleasure.

His words bring you out of your trance, your eyes shooting back to his. Freddie chuckles at your confused expression, clearly you haven’t heard a word he said. “Play with yourself, baby,” he repeats, smirking at the hungry look in your eyes. It’s one thing to have you in front of him, his cock down your throat, but knowing you’re playing with yourself just turns him on even more. He groans at the thought, cock twitching in your mouth as your hand actually disappears underneath your t-shirt, and into your panties.

You moan around his cock, your fingers softly circling your clit. Freddie lifts his hips, pushing further into your mouth. His lazy rhythm tells you he isn’t planning on coming, the look in his eyes tells you he does have other plans. “I want you to come, y/n. Come with my cock down your throat,” Freddie rasps out, his voice laced with desire, a need to watch you come undone.

Swift circles, slow circles, at this point you don’t even know what to do anymore, all you know is you need to come, want to come. It’s Freddie’s low praises, soft groans that push you over the edge, almost choking on his cock, nails digging into his thigh. Freddie doesn’t give you any time to recover, any time to catch your breath. He pulls your hair, releasing himself from your mouth with a pop. “Come here,” he softly says, helping you straddle his hips.

Before you can even tell him you’re still wearing your panties they’re ripped off your body. His strong hand snapping them in half, the piece of fabric landing somewhere on the floor. You look up at the large Dane before you, who wears an even larger grin on his face. “Always so impatient, huh?” you mumble, his hands reaching out to pull off your t-shirt.

“I am, I’ve waited long enough,” Freddie whispers against your neck, softly sucking on your skin, surely leaving marks behind.

You lift your hips, your hand guiding his erection towards your entrance. You slowly sink down on him, his cock deliciously stretching you to the absolute max. The moment he’s fully inside of you, you both let out the breath you’ve been holding. “Fuck, y/n,” Freddie groans, hands tightening on your hips. It’s a perfect fit, like you’re made for each other.

One of Freddie’s hands finds its way to the back of your head, pushing you closer to his face. Your lips find his in a scorching kiss, tongues twisting and twirling around each other, fighting for dominance. A battle you quickly lose to Freddie, a win you’ll happily give to him anytime. He smirks into the kiss knowing damn well that he would win. You can be on top of him, feeling like you’re the boss, but deep down? He’s still in charge here, and he’ll have you pinned underneath him in a second if he wanted to.

You rock your hips on top of him in soft, slow motions, loving the feeling of him deep inside of you. The way Freddie sits against the headboard, heels digging into the mattress, it gives this experience a whole new dimension. It’s so close, so intimate like this, chests pushed together, lips barely leaving the other’s for more than a few seconds. Your nails dig into his shoulders with every rock of your hips, every thrust Freddie gives to meet your rhythm.

You’ve never been closer, felt closer to Freddie than right now, right this moment. You can’t even begin to describe the things that this man makes you feel, every single day, every single minute. Especially when you’re like this, intertwined with each other, completely at peace.

You feel like you could burst at any moment, the euphoria creeping through your veins, inching closer, and closer to your release. Freddie, knowing your body like the back of his hand, feels you pulsing around him, your breathing turning more erethic by the second, indicating you’re close to reaching your high. “Eyes on me, beautiful,” he breathes out, fingers gripping the back of your neck tightly. Your eyes shoot to his, while you bite down on your bottom lip, unable to fight back your approaching orgasm any longer.

“Come for me. I got you, baby,” he encourages you, his thrusts hitting you in just the right spot. Trying your hardest to keep your eyes on him you let go, your orgasm crashing through your body. Your back arches, pushing your sensitive breasts even further into Freddie’s solid chest, your hips stilling on top of him, while you cry out his name. You rest your head against his shoulder, riding out your high in peace, your breathing still erethic, heart beating loud in your ears.

A few thrusts of his hips, a few groans and moans, before his orgasm hits Freddie full force. He pushes you down onto his cock hard, burying himself deep inside of you. “Oh fuck, y/n!” he groans, shooting his load deep inside of you, coating your inner walls with his release. You smile against his neck, completely exhausted. “Christ, y/n. That was...,” he trails off, completely lost for words.

“Fantastic, mind-blowing, brilliant, phenomenal, or something else in that category?” you ask, kissing his shoulder.

A breathy laugh leaves his mouth, his strong arms closing around your body, hugging you closer to him. “All of the above, definitely all of the above,”

The two of you just lay there for a few minutes, enjoying the comfortable silence, the closeness of each other. You softly kiss along his jaw, his beard tickling your nose. “Come on, love. Let’s get cleaned up,” you whisper against his skin. Freddie tightens his arms around you, swinging his legs off the bed. In one swift move he’s upright, with you still secure in his arms.

His movements cause him to slip out of you, his release mixed with yours dripping down your legs. “Gross,” you say at the same time Freddie groans, fingers tightening around your thighs.

“It’s not, baby, it’s hot,” he says, smiling down at you.

You shake your head at him, a smile on your lips. “You’re such a caveman, Freddie,” you chuckle, while Freddie just shrugs his shoulders.

He sets you down on the bathroom counter, walking towards the shower to turn on the water. You watch him intently, a grin on your face when he catches you staring at him. Freddie chuckles low, before walking back over to you, stepping between your legs. His large hands slide over your thighs, your waist, all over your body until he cups your face with both hands. “You,” he starts, his eyes locking on yours, “are my light, y/n. In dark times, in times I’m lost and in times I doubt myself, you’re the one who guides me back onto the right path, who helps me get out of my own head, who has my back without ever expecting anything in return.”

You open your mouth to say something, but Freddie simply shakes his head at you, indicating he isn’t finished yet. “I love you with everything I have, y/n. Everything. I’m sure you’re my soulmate, and the one I’ll spend the rest of my life with. I’m absolutely sure of it,” he finishes, softly pressing his lips on yours.

Sometimes you think you can’t love him more than you already do, but times like these prove you can love him more. He looks down at you, a blush on his cheeks, an uncertain smile on his face. “I love you so much, so damn much it almost hurts. I’ll always protect you, help you, guide you, and support you, as best as I possibly can, Freddie. Even though I’m sure you can do anything you want on your own, and you know why I think that?” you ask him, knowing he needs to hear this, he needs to understand this. He shakes his head at you, thumbs brushing over your cheeks. “Because you’re amazing, Freddie. And I’ll prove to you every single day that you’re exactly that; Amazing.”

He grins at you, his eyes reflecting his love for you. You kiss him once more, pouring all your love and adoration into that one kiss, before the two of you finally take that long deserved shower.

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