#Frederik Andersen Request

[wyattjohnston]

Can you write please "needing to go to an event after a party and having to pretend as if they aren’t angry with one another the entire time" with Freddie Andersen or Nico Hischier, but they make up at the end of the night ! Thank you 😘 I Love You writing !

okay fair warning... i forgot to have them make up. sorry but thank you very much <3

There isn’t much that could be said for the fight. It’s one you’ve had so many times you almost don’t even need Freddie to be there to have it; you’re sure Freddie can say the same. Is it a silly fight? Yes, definitely. Are you in the wrong? Yeah, that’s not anything you can argue against either.

Still, it’s the end of the season and you need to head to the Skjei’s for the final get together of the season. You can pretend you aren’t fighting. It wouldn’t be the first time.

You and Freddie are all smiles as you walk through the door to be immediately greeted by a slew of teammates and their families. They don’t suspect that anything is wrong, nor should they, because you stand beside each other and touch each other without hesitation. It’s nice to have his warm touch against the back of neck when the entire day has been frosty.

“When do you guys head to Denmark?” Gracia asks.

Freddie’s hand freezes, the skin no longer as warm as it had been.

“We’ve got another week here before we leave,” Freddie answers, his voice low and calm.

“I’m trying to convince Brady that we should go. I think we left it a bit too late to organise it, but next year for you.” She looks at you when she says, “I’m so jealous that you get to go there all the time with an excuse to say as long as you want.”

You choke on your words a little when you say, “Yeah, we haven’t even decided when we’re coming home.”

The use of the word home isn’t lost on Freddie—he has always used it to refer to Denmark, and you only use it to refer to Raleigh. That shouldn’t be an issue, really, its just how it is but perhaps you do it rather passive aggressively and in direct response to any mentions of Denmark.

Nobody seems to notice any changes in your behaviour and you just let Gracia continue to talk about her dreams of a lengthy Scandinavian vacation.

[misshoneyimhome]

What’s up buttercups! 🎄✨

Guess what? It’s time for another chapter of Sexy Christmas ☃︎ and this one is a steamy little treat featuring none other than our favourite gentle giant, Frederik Andersen ❄️🔥 Huge shoutout to the amazing @laurenairay for requesting Freddie—this one’s for you, my love! ❤️ I had an absolute time writing this cosy, snowed-in adventure, and I hope it warms you up just as much as it did me while writing it.

As always, I’d love to hear your thoughts—it makes my little writer’s heart so happy! Happy reading, my darlings, and let the holiday magic (and seduction) begin! 🎁✨

Lots of love!

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Snowed-In Seduction - Freddie Andersen

After getting snowed in together during a winter trip, the two share a cabin. When the firewood runs low, they discover new ways to stay warm as sparks fly in more ways than one.

Tropes & warnings: 18+ smut, Frederik Andersen x reader, dry humping, fingering, unprotected sex (p in v), cum inside.

Word count: 3.1K

The cabin had seemed like the perfect escape from the chaos of the season: a quiet, rustic retreat tucked deep in the mountains, surrounded by towering evergreens blanketed in snow. You’d barely arrived before the storm hit, and now the world outside was lost in a haze of swirling white.

Inside, the crackling fireplace offered a flickering glow, casting warm light over the wooden walls and the shared space you now found yourself confined in—with none other than Freddie Andersen.

It had been a last-minute trip, an innocent getaway with a group of mutual friends. But when the snowstorm hit harder than expected, everyone else had scrambled to leave early, leaving you and Freddie stranded in the cabin.

“Looks like we’re stuck,” Freddie had said earlier with a shrug, his deep, accented voice oddly soothing despite the predicament.

And now, hours later, you were still stuck. The fire was burning low, and though the cabin’s charm had initially been cosy, the chill creeping in had you tugging the blanket tighter around your shoulders.

Freddie sat across the room in a large armchair, his long legs stretched out, a steaming mug of tea in his hands. He looked completely unbothered by the storm, his usual calm demeanour a stark contrast to your growing restlessness.

“Cold?” he asked, his honey brown eyes glancing over at you, catching the slight tremble in your hands as you adjusted the blanket.

“A little,” you admitted, giving him a sheepish smile.

Freddie leaned forward, setting his mug on the table before standing to poke at the dwindling fire. His broad shoulders and towering frame seemed to dominate the room, and you couldn’t help but let your eyes linger for a moment longer than necessary.

“We’re running low on firewood,” he said, his brow furrowing slightly as he turned to look at you. “We’ll have to make it last.”

You nodded, watching as he returned to his seat. The silence between you stretched, not uncomfortable but charged, the storm outside only amplifying the intimacy of the moment.

“You know,” Freddie began, his voice low, a teasing edge creeping in as he gestured to the blanket you were wrapped in. “There’s a more efficient way to stay warm.”

You raised an eyebrow, your lips twitching into a playful smirk. “Oh? And what’s that?”

He chuckled softly, leaning back in his chair, his eyes never leaving yours. “Body heat. Works every time.”

Your cheeks warmed—not from the fire, but from the way he said it, his gaze steady, unflinching, as though daring you to call him on it.

“Is that so?” you countered, keeping your tone light despite the flutter in your chest.

Freddie’s smile widened, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “I’m just saying, it’s an option.”

The storm howled outside, but you couldn’t help but laugh softly as you stood and took a step towards him near the fire. “Alright, Andersen,” you said with a playful challenge in your voice. “Show me your survival skills.”

Freddie’s grin softened, his arms opening invitingly as he murmured, “Come here.” His voice, low and rich, drew you in, the world shrinking to just the two of you.

You hesitated briefly, the charged moment hanging between you, before stepping forward. His warm, honey-brown eyes stayed locked on yours, their glow intensified by the flickering firelight. When you stopped in front of him, his hands reached out, steady and sure, settling on your hips as he guided you closer.

“You’re tense,” he murmured, his thumbs brushing lightly against your sides, the gentle contact sending warmth through you. “Let me help.”

You smiled softly “only if you do it well.”

Freddie chuckled low, the sound rumbling through you as his hands slid around to the small of your back, firm yet gentle. He drew you between his legs, the fire casting shadows over his chiselled features, accentuating the sharpness of his jaw and the curve of his lips.

His movements were slow and deliberate, his large hands gliding up your spine with a touch that spread warmth through you. He then pulled you gently into his lap, his strength grounding but tender. His towering frame enveloped your smaller figure effortlessly, his broad chest warm against you as he wrapped the blanket around both of you.

“Better?” he murmured, his voice a low hum near your ear, his breath warm and teasing.

You nodded, your arm slipping around his neck as you leaned into him, feeling the steady rhythm of his breathing beneath your fingertips. “A bit,” you whispered, a playful edge to your voice as your heart raced at the closeness.

Freddie’s lips curved into a smile, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of amusement and something deeper, something that sent a shiver down your spine. His hands shifted slightly, his thumbs brushing over your sides in a way that made your breath hitch.

“You’re tiny compared to me,” he murmured, his tone low, almost reverent as his gaze roamed over you. “But you fit perfectly.”

The words, simple as they were, sent heat rushing to your cheeks. You felt the strength in his arms as they wrapped around you, holding you steady as if you were something precious. The fire crackled softly beside you, its warmth a gentle backdrop to the heat building between the two of you.

You tilted your head slightly, your eyes locking onto his. “Perfect, huh?” you teased, though your voice trembled slightly as his hands slid up your back, pulling you even closer.

“Perfect,” he repeated, his voice soft but firm, his gaze unwavering. And when he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was slow and unhurried, it felt as though the storm outside had ceased to exist.

Freddie’s kiss deepened further, his hands moving with a deliberateness that sent a thrilling jolt through your body. His lips were soft but insistent, coaxing you into a rhythm that felt natural, effortless. The blanket draped over you both slid slightly, leaving you enveloped just by Freddie’s arms. His fingers splayed across your back, his touch firm and grounding as he pulled you impossibly closer.

The fire crackled softly, the warm glow flickering over his chiselled features, highlighting the intensity in his eyes when he pulled back just enough to look at you. His gaze was heavy with something unspoken, a mix of tenderness and desire that made your breath hitch.

“You’re stunning,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, the words barely more than a breath as his thumb brushed against your cheek. His other hand steadying you as you shifted slightly in his lap, your legs settling on either side of him.

“Freddie…” you whispered, your voice trembling as your fingers curled into the soft fabric of his sweater. The intimacy of the moment—the storm outside, the quiet crackle of the fire, the way his hands held you as though you were something delicate—was overwhelming, yet grounding.

He didn’t respond with words this time, but with action. His lips found yours again, his kiss slower but deeper. His hands roamed your figure, tracing the curve of your waist and hips, feeling every inch of you. The sheer size of his hands compared to you made you feel small in the best way, completely enveloped by his strength.

As his lips left yours to trail along your jawline and down the column of your neck, you tilted your head instinctively, giving him better access. His breath was warm against your skin, his stubble grazing lightly, sending shivers racing down your spine. His hands slid beneath the hem of your sweater, the heat of his palms meeting the bare skin of your waist. The contrast between the cool air and his touch made you gasp softly.

“Still not warm enough?” he teased, his lips brushing against the sensitive spot just below your ear, his voice thick with amusement and need.

“Almost,” you managed to reply, your voice shaky but filled with a teasing edge as your hands moved to tangle in his hair, anchoring yourself to him.

Freddie chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your skin. His hands moved higher beneath your sweater, his touch exploring with a reverence that made your heart race. The sensation of his fingers trailing over your skin, combined with the way his lips pressed soft, lingering kisses along your collarbone, left you breathless.

His hands then paused beneath your sweater, his dark eyes searching yours for permission. When you gave a small nod, he pulled the fabric over your head in one smooth motion, discarding it to the side without breaking eye contact. His gaze roamed over you, appreciation and hunger mingling in his expression.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his tone almost reverent as his hands returned to your waist, his thumbs brushing over your bare skin in slow, deliberate circles.

Heat bloomed in your cheeks at his words, but you didn’t look away. Instead, you leaned in, your hands moving to the sides of his face as you kissed him again. This time, the kiss was fiercer, your lips parting to deepen it, your bodies pressing closer together as the blanket fell away completely.

Freddie’s hands slid to your back, his touch firm as he guided you against him. The strength in his arms, the way he murmured your name between kisses—it was intoxicating. You felt completely consumed by him, every touch, every kiss igniting a fire that rivalled the one crackling beside you.

When his hands moved to the clasp of your bra, undoing it with practiced ease, you felt a surge of anticipation course through you. The fabric slipped away, leaving you bare beneath his gaze. His eyes darkened, his lips parting as he took in the sight of you, his hands settling on your waist as though grounding himself.

“I want you so bad,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion as his lips captured yours again. The kiss was slower this time, but no less intense.

You then helped him remove his sweater as well, your fingers tugging at the fabric until it slipped free, revealing the hard planes of his chest. Your hands moved instinctively, exploring the warmth of his bare skin, the defined lines of muscle that tensed beneath your touch. When your fingers slid up to tangle in his ginger hair, pulling him into another fervent kiss, a soft groan escaped his lips.

The kiss deepened, becoming more intense and driven, a shared hunger building between you that neither of you could ignore. Time seemed to blur, the rhythm of your movements lost in the haze of heated desire. Freddie’s hands gripped your hips, his strength steadying you as he pressed his body against yours.

You gasped softly when you felt his hardness pressing insistently against your centre, the friction between you undeniable even through the layers of clothing. His hips moved against yours in a slow, deliberate grind, his arousal matched by your own as the sensation sent sparks through your body. Dry humping had never felt so intoxicating, the heat between you building with every movement.

Your fingers tightened in his hair, a soft moan slipping from your lips as he kissed along your jawline, his breath warm against your skin. “Freddie,” you murmured, your voice trembling with need as your body arched into his.

His response was a low, rumbling groan, his hands sliding lower to grip your thighs, pulling you flush against him. “You feel amazing,” he murmured, his voice thick with want as his lips returned to yours, his kiss hungry and unrelenting.

The sensation of his body grinding against yours, the heat pooling low in your abdomen, left you breathless. But it wasn’t enough—not for either of you. Freddie pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting yours, the intensity in his gaze sending a shiver through you.

“We need to get rid of these,” he said, his tone low and edged with urgency as his hands moved to the waistband of your trousers.

You nodded, your hands moving to the button of his jeans, your fingers fumbling slightly in your eagerness to feel more of him. The blanket had slipped away long ago, leaving the firelight to cast golden hues over your bodies as you stood, shedding the last layers of clothing that separated you.

Straddling him again, you let your body press against his, feeling the warmth and strength of him beneath you. Freddie’s large hands settled on your hips, steadying you, his touch firm yet tender as though he was afraid to rush this moment. His eyes locked onto yours, a mix of desire and reassurance in his gaze.

Everything moved at a deliberate, almost agonising pace as Freddie guided your movements, clearly intent on making every second feel as incredible as possible. His lips found yours in a deep, lingering kiss, his hands slowly rolling your hips to grind your sensitive core over his hard length. The friction was maddening, the stimulation against your clit sending waves of pleasure through your body that left you gasping into his mouth.

Freddie’s breath was hot against your neck as his lips moved lower, his kisses leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His hands slid to your thighs, his fingers teasing as they moved between your legs. He was gentle, patient, his fingers tracing your slick heat before carefully pressing inside, stretching you with slow, deliberate movements. His touch was unrelenting yet considerate, his focus entirely on you as he prepared your body for what was to come.

“I want to make you feel so good, min skat,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion as he watched your reactions, his free hand sliding up your back to hold you close. Every soft sound you made, every arch of your body against his touch, seemed to spur him on, his lips finding your collarbone as his fingers worked you closer to the edge.

When he finally pulled his hand away, you felt the absence acutely, but it was replaced by something even more powerful. Freddie guided your hips gently, his other hand holding himself as he aligned you with the tip of his cock. The sheer size of him made you pause for a moment, your breath catching as you met his gaze.

“Take your time,” he whispered, his tone low but full of care. “I’ve got you.”

You nodded, your hands bracing on his broad shoulders as you slowly sank onto him. The stretch was intense, his size filling you in a way that was both overwhelming and electrifying. A deep moan escaped your lips, matched by his own guttural groan as he entered you inch by inch, his hands gripping your waist to steady you.

“You feel… fucking incredible,” he rasped, his voice thick with need as his head tipped back, his jaw tightening as he fought to keep himself controlled.

Despite the slight discomfort, the fullness of him within you sent sparks through your body, the pain quickly melting into a sensation that left you trembling. The way he held you, the way he moved with you, made you feel entirely adored, as though this moment was as meaningful for him as it was for you.

Freddie’s hands guided your hips again, rolling you gently against him, the slow grind of your bodies building an ache that was equal parts pleasure and urgency. His lips found yours once more, the kiss deep and consuming, as though he needed to feel every part of you. You let yourself melt into him, the firelight painting your bodies in a golden glow as you moved together, the storm outside forgotten in the heat and intimacy between you.

The way your body moved against his, the way you clenched around him as you rode him with increasing fervor, was driving Freddie to the brink. His hands gripped your hips tighter, his breaths turning ragged as he tried to hold on, but the sight of you above him—your head tipped back, your body arching as you reached your peak—was too much. When you cried out his name, your release hitting with a force that left you trembling, the way you clenched around him pushed him dangerously close to losing control.

Freddie groaned deeply, his hands sliding to your thighs as he steadied you, his restraint hanging by a thread. In one smooth motion, he lifted you effortlessly, his strength overwhelming as he moved you to lie on the soft rug in front of the fireplace. The heat from the fire warmed your skin, but it was nothing compared to the searing intensity of his body pressing against yours.

His lips found yours again, his kiss bruising and desperate, his body moving with a renewed urgency as he drove into you. His thrusts were powerful yet precise, each pound hitting deeper, the connection between you building into something wild and all-consuming.

Freddie’s hands framed your face, his dark eyes locking onto yours as he murmured your name, his voice rough with need. “I can’t… I need…” His words trailed off into a groan as your hands gripped his back, your nails raking lightly over his skin as you arched into him.

“Don’t hold back,” you whispered, your voice trembling as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. “I’m yours.”

The sound of your words seemed to snap something in him. Freddie’s rhythm grew erratic, his body moving with no restraint now, each thrust driving you higher until the tension inside you snapped, sending a wave of ecstasy through your body that had you crying out his name.

Your release pulled him with you, the tightness of your body around his sending him spiraling over the edge. He groaned deeply, his movements slowing as his body trembled with the force of his climax, his forehead resting against yours as he murmured your name like a prayer.

The two of you lay there, tangled together on the rug, your bodies slick with sweat, your breaths mingling as you came down from the intensity of the moment. Freddie’s arms wrapped around you, holding you close as the fire crackled softly beside you, the storm outside finally quieting into a peaceful hush.

“Merry Christmas to us, I guess,” you breathed, your voice light but still tinged with the remnants of pleasure. A soft laugh escaped you as you gazed up at Freddie, his face still close to yours, his features relaxed and warm in the glow of the firelight.

Freddie chuckled, the sound low and rumbling as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Best Christmas I’ve ever had,” he murmured, his voice hoarse but filled with affection. His hands traced lazy patterns along your back, his touch soothing as you both basked in the intimacy of the moment.

[senditcolton]

frederik andersen x "forever"

i broke a bone that never healed in my hand so when i hold her close, i might loosen my grip but i won't ever let her go

requested by: @laurenairay tagging: @texanstarslove @callsign-denmark @harlowhockeystick @cellythefloshie

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  Summary/Request: Can you PLEASE write about Freddie coming to your work and having a quickie in your office

�� Warning: smut, fluff, whiny Freddie

  Author’s Note: REQUESTS ARE CLOSED for a bit. I do have one more in my inbox right now so I’ll add it to my drafts but after I write that I won’t be taking requests for... a while. Maybe a month? I have a few series I want to finish up before I start having requests piling up. I always love seeing my inbox full of requests for different types of fics, so this isn’t forever, just until I’m able to finish my Gally series for sure and possibly my 9-1-1 series. This request was fun and I just couldn’t say no lol. Thanks in advance for your understanding and I hope I’ll be able to get back to requests sooner than later but I’ll keep y’all updated! Stay Golden, loves! <3 

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  Your boss asked you to go into the office on a Saturday to finish an assignment that she had forgotten to mention earlier in the week. You would’ve argued that you had plans but your boss said it was for a presentation the next morning that they needed the information for

  “I’m sorry, Freddie,” you whined to your boyfriend as he tried to convince you to stay at his apartment, “believe me, I’d much rather be here but I’m not about to get fired...”

  “It’s not your assignment, it’s hers,” he argued, “she made the mistake. Why do you have to do it for her?”

  “It’s my job” you admitted

  “Except when it’s not...” he groaned

  “Freddie,” you sighed, “I won’t be long I promise. I just need to go in and print up some stuff and make a couple calls. Nothing major...”

  “So why can’t your boss do it?” he challenged, “it’s her mistake, so.. she should be responsible for fixing it”

  “I know,” you repeated, wrapping your arms around his neck before kissing his cheek, “but I can’t lose this job. I have loans to pay off”

  “You know I can help with that”

  “No,” you scoffed, “no you absolutely cannot. I don’t want to feel like I owe you anything. That’s not the relationship we have... I’m not your sugar baby”

  “But you could be”

  “But I don’t wanna be”

  “Alright...” he laughed, kissing your nose playfully

  “I’ll call you when I’m finished okay. I give it one, two hours tops”

  “If you’re not finished in two hours, I’m coming down there and taking you home” he teased

  “Okay,” you scoffed, “I’ll see you later.” You got to the office and rushed into your boss’s office to find the information you needed to work on. The office was empty, as it should’ve been, but when you heard the door open and close, you popped your out of the door to see who was there, “Hello?” you called

  “(Y/N)?” your co-worker asked

  “Mason? What are you doing here?” you returned, noticing now that a bunch of your co-workers were walking in

  “We could ask you the same thing” he chuckled

  “Laura forgot to do stuff for the presentation tomorrow, so she asked me to come in and do it”

  “For the conference?”

  “Yup”

  “Yeah,” he replied, “our team is having the same issue. Except they’re saying they ‘lost it’ or that it ‘must have gotten deleted somehow’ so now we have to be here all day trying to fix this”

  “Why are any of this people in charge again?” you asked

  “Maybe they slept their way to the top” he joked before waving you goodbye and heading to his station. You started at this company as an intern, mostly handing out mail and grabbing coffee for everyone, but they kept you around because you had a good eye for graphic design which was important in a marketing firm. However, your boss, Laura, had replaced Debra, the former Head of Marketing, a month before you were hired to be her assistant and she really wasn’t all that fond of you. She claimed that your degree should be in Business or Marketing not Graphic Design and that you’d only ever be an assistant in this industry so ‘don’t hope for more than that.’ You didn’t think too much of her comments though, at the end of the day, you had a job to you and you were going to do it well; even if it meant coming in on the weekend to do her forgotten assignments. When you finally found Laura’s papers, you groaned audibly, realizing this wasn’t going to be quick work

  “Hey!” Freddie greeted you from the other end of the line when you called him to let him know what was happening

  “Hey...” you sighed

  “What?” he groaned, “what’s going on?”

  “It looks like I’m gonna be here for a while. Laura underplayed how much work there was for me to do...”

  “You can’t really be doing this?” he whined

  “Babe, I have to. I told you, it’s my job. But,” you added, hoping it would make him feel better, “it’s not just me! Apparently, all the senior staff forgot to do these super important assignments for the conference. So, a bunch of us are here working until we finish them”

  “You need to quit this job,” he grumbled, “clearly no one is good at what they were hired to do”

  “I can’t quit unless I have something lined up,” you argued, “babe, I’m sorry. I know I promised that we’d lay in bed all weekend because this was the first time that you had free time but I have to do this. I promise, I’ll work as fast as I can but the longer I’m on the phone, the longer I’m at the office. So, I gotta go. I love you and I’ll see you as soon as I’m done okay?”

  “Call me and I’ll pick you up,” he replied, “you shouldn’t have to take an Uber back here...”

  “Okay,” you smiled, “that would be nice. Talk soon. Love you”

  “Love you, too” he said before you ended the call. You took a deep breath and started getting to work. Organizing timelines and trying to understand doctors-note-handwriting from past meetings

  “How can she possibly expect me to be able to understand this?” you thought to yourself. You signed onto her computer and were immediately left in shock at the jumbled mess of her desktop, “holy fuck!” you exclaimed silently, it’s no wonder she gets nothing done, “she’s the most unorganized person I’ve ever seen!” You spent the next 20 minutes opening files to find what you were looking for, closing what was not it immediately so you could legally say you didn’t see anything, and then you had to spend the next half an hour printing documents and running back and forth between Laura’s office and the copy room

  “How’s it goin’?” Rob, one of the other team members who was forced to come in and work on a Saturday, asked when he noticed you rushing throughout the room

  “Oh, you know, I’m sure I’ll have a panic attack in the next, oh, twenty or so minutes” you replied, sighing as you walked back to the printer one last time. You had managed to get most of the paper work done but you still had to make a few phone calls to get estimates on some of the ad spaces needed and whether or not there could be a discount involved for the company

  “Hey!” Freddie said gleefully, walking into your boss’ office like he owned the place

  “Freddie,” you gasped, a slight sneer on your tone, “what are you doing here?”

  “I came to see you...” he replied, furrowing his brow at your response, “when you said you were gonna be longer than you thought, I thought I’d come down and surprise you. Maybe take the stress off a little?”

  “That’s sweet, babe,” you smiled, noticing the look in his eyes and realizing what he was really there for, “but I have to make some calls so I can’t... do that”

  “We can make it work” he teased, biting his bottom lip quickly before pulling you close to him

  “Fred...” you whined, kissing him once before pushing him away from you and walking back to Laura’s desk, “I really do have to work. You can sit if you want but that’s it...” he slumped onto the plush couch against the window and frowned before scrolling through his phone as you started to call the businesses on your list. After about 10 minutes, you noticed Freddie peering up from his phone to look over at you, as if he was trying to get you to hang up the phone just from a look, choosing to walk over to you when you didn’t. “Yes, that’s right. I know you’ve been with us for quite some time and our relationship has helped both our businesses grow,” you spoke as Freddie swiveled you and your chair out from the desk, “we want that relationship to keep growing” you continued before noticing the smirk on Freddie’s face as he hovered over you, kissing your neck as you tried to pay attention to the call. “Mhmm,” you said to the person on the other end of the phone, distracted by Freddie’s lips pressing against the sensitive skin on your neck, his hot breath cascading down your neck, “mhm, sure. I understand” you said again, trying not to let on what was happening. “Laura is so sorry she couldn’t make this call to you herself,” you lied, Freddie kissing his way down to your core, pulling off your leggings quickly and kissing your inner thighs as you spoke, “however, she is excited to showcase your work to those at our conference tomorrow. We all just wanted to make sure the numbers were 100% accurate...” you had to bite your lip and move the receiver end of the phone from your mouth in case any sound escaped when you felt Freddie’s tongue finally press against your clit. “Oh that’s great!” you exclaimed when the partner on the phone added a discount to the quote you’d already been given, claiming that, had he known other businesses would be hearing of his services earlier, he would’ve offered it sooner. “Thank you so much,” you smiled, Freddie’s hands pulling your body closer to his him as his mouth brought you closer and closer to your orgasm, “I or Laura will let you know how everything goes. Thank you again” you said quickly before hanging up the phone. “Fuck,” you cursed breathlessly, “oh my god, Freddie!” your back was forced to arch, as you were pretty much falling out of your seat as Freddie continued to stimulate your clit, only now moving his finger to caress your folds before slowly inserted it inside of you and pumping until you whimpered, tugging at his hair. “Freddie,” you squeaked, trying not to be heard from outside the office, “fuck” you repeated quietly, your grip loosening from his hair as his ministrations slowed and your breathing steadied.

  “How’s your stress now?” he smirked, wiping his mouth casually before standing up in front of you once more

  “You can’t do that” you said, small pants escaping your lips, making Freddie believe you less than you intended

  “I think I can” he teased

  “I was on a business call, Fred!” you exclaimed, pulling your leggings back up, “what if they heard something?”

  “They would only hear something if you let them” he countered and, ultimately, you knew he was right but you still shook your head

  “You can’t do that” you repeated and he scoffed, hovering over you once more to taunt you with a kiss but stopped right in front of your lips

  “We’ll see about that...” he smirked, taking his hands away from the chair and walking back to sit on the couch

  “What’s goin’ on with you?” you asked

  “I just want to be with you,” he whined, giving you puppy dog eyes and earning a scoff from you, “that’s what we were supposed to be doing anyway...”

  “I told you we would when I got home...” you said

  “Come here,” he said, patting his thigh, “come sit on my lap” you chuckled but obliged. You wrapped your arms around his neck after sitting on his thigh, playing with his hair and kissing his nose before he spoke again, “see, isn’t this better than making a few phone calls?” he asked, his hand beginning to rub your back lightly

  “You know I would rather be doing this, or more than this, with you,” you admitted, leaning in and kissing him softly, letting your lips linger a moment before you pulled back, “but I have to do this stuff...”

  “Just a quickie...” he whispered, “and then I’ll go. Then we can pick up at home”

  “This is my boss’s office” you whined

  “All the more reason to do it. We’re in a private spot, secluded from everyone else, it’s perfect” he replied, kissing your jaw before moving down to your neck and you let your head fall back to give him more room

  “Mmmm,” you hummed, melting into his kiss, “I can’t”

  “(Y/N)...“ he groaned

  “Just a few more calls,” you argued, “I don’t have a lot left. Just like, five, maybe six”

  “That’s a lot. How long are each of those calls? 10 minutes? 20?” he asked, “we could do a lot with that time...”

  “Stop,” you smiled, standing up from his lap and walking back to the desk chair, “just a few more calls...” you repeated. He slunk into the couch and angrily unlocked his phone while you picked up Laura’s phone and began dialing. You were able to make three calls before Freddie began sighing loudly across the room and you had to glare at him, which is when the texts started

  “I want you” he sent as you spoke to another advertising partner on the phone

  “Like now” another came through

  “I’m gonna come over there”

  “And make you cum again” you glared up at him and he smiled

  “And again” you shook your head, turning off your sound so the partner didn’t hear the constant dinging

  “And again”

  “And again”

  “Until you can’t cum anymore” you noticed him smile as he thought up more responses and you threw a pencil at him, still paying attention to the conversation on the phone before mouthing ‘stop’ to Freddie but he just shook his head with a teasing smile

  “You won’t be able to walk”

  “Your legs will be numb”

  “Your chest will be heaving because you can’t catch your breath”

  “You’re gonna crave my dick”

  “Every time you move”

  “You’ll have to physically stop yourself from jumping me in public”

  “Because you’re still feeling me inside you” your eyes went wide as you read his messages, heat flooding your face as you ended the call, forcing yourself to dial another number before Freddie could get the upper hand. He slowly made his way to the desk once more and you gulped as you swallowed the saliva that had filled your mouth, Freddie hung up the phone before it ever even really began to ring

  “Seriously, don’t...” you whispered, knowing that you were about to break from whatever move he made next

  “But I want to” he growled, grazing your nose with his and you started to give in when he walked toward the door, “crap” you thought to yourself when you thought he was about to leave but he was only locking the door

  “What the fuck?!” you exclaimed, “that was unlocked this whole time?!”

  “Yeah?” he chuckled

  “Freddie! What would have happened if someone walked in earlier?”

  “They would’ve gotten a great show” he replied, walking over to you, leaning over you but not doing anything. You took a deep breath before running your hands up his arms, tangling your fingers in his hair before bringing him down to kiss you

  “We have to be quick...” you whispered, earning a grin from Freddie before he pulled your leggings off and directed your thighs around his waist so he could pick you up to carry you to the couch. You laughed when he sat down and you fell into him clumsily, “quiet” you shushed him before kissing him slowly and trailing your hands down to his waistband, pushing his pants down just enough to free his erection while his hands lifted your shirt up, stopping to massage your breasts. You heard a laugh outside of the office and stopped what you were doing, “wait,” you whispered, “I think someone’s there” he didn’t listen, kissing your neck and lining himself up with your entrance before bucking his hips to yours; your nails digging into his shoulders to stop yourself from making any sound. His hands gripped your hips as he thrust into you, bringing your attention back to him while your lips found each other in a clumsy rush to muffle the sounds of each other’s moans

  “Fuck,” Freddie moaned first, “fuck” you were about to reciprocate his sentiment when the phone rang and your head jerked back in panic

  “Shit” you sighed, worry mixing with pleasure as Freddie continued to grip your hips tightly

  “Ignore it” he said, kissing your peaked nipple over your shirt before moving a hand to your core, but your head still stayed looking at the ringing phone

  “What if it’s her?” you whined, referring to your boss

  “Ignore it” he repeated

  “What if it’s one of the partners or the vendors? What if it’s one of the really important clients?” you asked, knowing he wouldn’t give any helpful advice other than

  “Ignore it” he said once more, pulling your face back to his before kissing you harshly. The phone stopped ringing and you felt a faint sense of peace course through you as you softened the kiss that Freddie had started, your tongue begging for his lips to part, a muffled moan intertwining with his warm breath as it brushed over your exposed neck. Your tongue danced with his for a while as his fingers circled your clit, pressing down on the sensitive flesh every so often

  “Fuck” you breathed finally, now beginning to ride him faster, feeling his thighs flex underneath you as he welcomed the sensation of you crashing onto him. “Fuck,” you repeated, “shit, oh my god. Fuck Freddie” you felt your climax build as his lips met your neck, his finger still working on your clit while you rode him harder; the loud ringing of the phone the only thing that brought you back to where you were. “Ugh” you groaned

  “Leave it” he groaned back

  “Fuck” you sighed, reluctantly ignoring the phone to continue fucking your incredibly broad shoulder boyfriend

  “That’s my girl” he smirked, watching you bounce up and down his length

  “Fuck, Freddie, I’m gonna cum” you panted, your hands clutching his shirt as your hips began to shake. “Sh-i-it, god fuck! Freddie” you moaned, still trying to be as quiet as possible but knowing that everyone in the office was probably putting on noise cancelling headphones just to try to escape the sounds they were undoubtedly hearing.

  “Almost there, baby” Freddie breathed, clutching onto your waist to assist your movements. Fuck, his hands fit so perfectly on your body, you really hated that this had to end so quickly, but that’s what he came here for. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum in you”

  “Fuck” you breathed, dropping your head onto his shoulder, your body taking over until you and Freddie met your release. Like clockwork, the annoying ringing of the phone appeared and you had to scoff at Freddie while you quickly got dressed

  “That was fun,” he smiled, “you sure you don’t wanna go round two?”

  “Hello” you greeted, picking up the phone to continue the work you had come to do, “I am so sorry about that. I’m not sure what was happening with the line…”

  “So we’ll continue this at my place then?” Freddie teased before and you nodded with wink before shooing him away but not before he kissed you goodbye. You were dreading the walk out of the office if Mason and his team hadn’t left yet but you knew it had to happen sooner or later

  “So, should we hire a clean up crew before your boss gets back?” one of the guys teased

  “Shut up” you said, hoping your embarrassment didn’t show too clearly

  “You do know we put on our headphones as soon as we saw him,” Mason admitted, “we knew there’s no way that he was gonna just show up to say hi”

  “He could’ve,” you tried, exhaling when you realized you were never going to fool any of them, “fine. Just, please, don��t rat me out. I just pulled together a miracle in that office and I don’t need Laura finding out about my office sex-capades — I don’t want that to be the reason she fires me. I’m not that girl…”

  “We know” another co-worker smirked

  “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with us,” Mason assured, “it’s a don’t-ask-don’t-tell policy as far as we’re concerned” you gave him an appreciative smile before heading out to meet Freddie in the parking garage

  “Hey” he smiled as you sat in the front seat

  “Hi” you replied, leaning over to peck his lips

  “Did you get your work done?” he teased

  “Yeah,” you chuckled, “it was a miracle but I got it done” he took your hand and brought it to his lips to press a kiss to it

  “No more quickies,” he whined, holding your hand for the remainder of the ride, until he needed it for one reason or another, “I need more than that”

  “I agree,” you smirked, “now, let’s go home so you can fuck me until I can’t walk

  “Yes ma’am.”

[miracleonice87]

ouu can i request an angsty but happy ending blurb w auston pls!

here you go, babe 🤍 feat. Fred (of course) and some Harry lyrics that nobody asked for but I felt tied in. enjoy!

As It Was with Auston Matthews

In this world, it's just us

You know it's not the same as it was…

“He’s miserable without you, you know.” 

You let your eyes finish scanning the skyline from your perch at the downtown rooftop restaurant. Your gaze slowly met Freddie’s again, but you said nothing. 

He continued, undeterred, yet gentle. Thoughtful. “He doesn’t know I’m seeing you, so it’s not like he told me to say that,” he assured, sitting back against the patio chair which seemed far too small for his broad, muscular form. “But he misses you. I know he does. And I know that’s, like, the most cliche thing for a best friend to say to the ex post-breakup, but…” Freddie shrugged. “You’re not just ‘the ex.’ I think you know that.” 

You chewed at the inner corner of your lip and, for a brief moment, wished you hadn’t agreed to this dinner after all. Because, goddammit, could this man still see right through you. 

You were in Raleigh for a work conference – just a couple of days, in and out. You could have popped in and back out with no trace of you left behind; you’d debated dozens of times whether or not to tell Freddie that you’d even be in town at all. 

Because, like he said. You were the ex, and he was the best friend – Auston’s, that is. 

But as you’d sat at your gate at JFK the day before waiting to board, maybe against your better judgment, maybe wanting some sense of familiarity in the unfamiliar world you found yourself in these days, your fingers were soon flying across your keyboard.

Hi, Fred. I hope you’re good. I know it’s been a while, but I’m about to fly to Raleigh for a couple days for work and wanted to reach out. Wanna grab a drink sometime? 

You didn’t even have time to tuck your phone back into your bag before a response flashed onscreen. 

So great to hear from you. Yes, let’s meet up. Let me take you to dinner. You say when.

So, you’d arranged to meet him the very next night, and immediately fell back into your easy way with one another. His big arms nearly crushed you in a hug, leaving you giggling. You bantered back and forth just like you’d done hundreds of times back in Toronto – at Auston’s house, at bars after games, at team events both official and impromptu. Freddie considered Auston a brother, and ever since you’d seamlessly entered their social group via mutual friends, he had viewed you as something of a younger sister, making the bond among the three of you something special – even sacred. 

But, no matter how much some things felt the same, many things were different now – that much was clear, from the foreign landscape of the city around you, to the fact that it had taken nearly two hours, not until after dessert and another round of drinks, for Freddie to even summon the courage to broach the topic of Auston Matthews. A subject that everyone else in your life had allowed you to avoid since the split six months back… everyone, that is, except for Freddie. You had known this would be the case, and hell, in some masochistic way, maybe this was exactly why you’d felt the need to see Fred on this trip.

You heaved a sigh, folding your arms across your torso and tucking your hair behind your ear. 

“What am I supposed to say to that, Fred?” you eventually asked, your voice barely above a whisper. 

“You don’t have to say anything,” he replied, shaking his head. “Or do anything. Not if you’re happy, not if you don’t miss him.” His face softened as he studied you. “But… if I’m honest, I just don’t know that I’m convinced that that’s the case. So I felt like I owed it to you to bring it up. To both of you.” 

You leaned forward, resting your elbows on the table. And suddenly, your heart was on your sleeve.

“I thought I’d be good on my own again, you know?” you said, your focus shifting into the distance, past Fred, or even through him. “I was before him. I thought I needed to get back out there, find myself like everybody talks about. But you know what?” You scoffed. “Turns out that’s just… complete bullshit. Because I know who I am. I have for a long time now. And I guess I can be on my own if I have to be, but… I-I don’t wanna be. I really believe that I’m better when I’m with him,” you said, sitting up straighter with each word as if the moment of clarity was pulling you up and out of yourself. 

Fred smiled proudly. “I think you’re both better together,” he concluded.

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Your heart thudded against your chest and inside your ears the entire way back to your hotel, through the lobby, up the elevator, and down the hallway. Your hands shook violently as you forced them to remain at your sides, though they were being drawn to your phone as if by magnetic pull. The second you opened your door, you kicked off your shoes, tossed your bag onto the table, and sat at the end of the bed, your phone already unlocked, your thumb already hovering over that name that you hadn’t been able to bring yourself to remove from your list of Favorites. You tapped the screen and held your breath.

Ring. Ring. Ri-

“Hello?” You’d never heard his usually even, unfazed voice filled with so much confusion. 

“Hi… it’s me,” you greeted stupidly, then immediately winced. “As if that wasn’t obvious. Sorry, I-”

“No, no, don’t apologize,” Auston said swiftly. “I’m just… I’m glad you called. Is… is everything alright?” Suddenly he had the distinct fear that maybe something was wrong with someone in your family, maybe one of your mutual friends. Maybe you felt like there was no one else you could call. He had to get to you as fast as he could. He couldn’t leave you to deal with this alone. He-

“Oh, yeah, everything’s fine,” you answered automatically, then thought through your own response. “I mean, overall, yes, things are okay, but I… I just had dinner with Fred.” 

Auston slowly switched the phone from one hand to the other, convinced he hadn’t heard you properly. 

“You did…?” he spoke, clearing his throat. “How-how was that?” Your call alone, paired with this new information, had his head swimming.

“Um… you know, it was so good to see him,” you answered innocently. “It had been way too long.” You paused then, unsure of where to go next despite being the one so hell-bent on making this call. 

Auston filled in the silence. “Well, that’s good,” he said softly. “I’m sure he was really happy to see you… I gotta say, I’m a little jealous.” 

You stared out the window, an involuntary smirk playing at the corners of your lips. “Of who, me or Fred?” you joked. You simply couldn’t resist.

“Very funny,” Auston said dryly, pretending not to be amused, though you could literally hear the smile in his voice. 

You rubbed at your forehead, eyes fluttering closed. You needed to just go there. 

“How are you, Auston?” you asked sincerely, emphasizing each word so that he would recognize that you weren’t asking that with the goal of casual conversation. 

He chuckled sadly, a sound your heart wasn’t prepared for. “I guess I should lie and spew some shit about how great I’m doing, how I’ve never been happier, but… that’s… not exactly true. Honestly, I’m just, I’m not doing so well.” 

You tucked your chin to your chest and were surprised to watch a tear fall onto your light-wash jeans. You sniffed, swiping at your eyes with the back of your hand. 

“Yeah, me either,” you all but whispered, and Auston could hear the tension in your voice. 

“Baby, don’t cry,” he pleaded, the term of endearment sounding as natural as your given name. 

“I never should have left you,” you cried, voice shaking. “I never should have taken this stupid job in New York. Auston, I have never been happier than those two years with you in Toronto.”

He assumed he could not be hearing you correctly, that there was simply no way, because these are the words he’d longed to hear for months now, every night as he fell asleep and dreamed of you asking to come home. This conversation had to be a figment of his imagination. 

“Baby… what’s gotten into you? Are you… what are you saying?”

“I’m saying,” you began, drying your tears as best you could, “that I want you back. And I know that’s like, super fucking unfair of me to say, and you have every right to-”

“Where are you right now?” he asked, and you heard shuffling on the other end of the line, keys jingling. Your brow furrowed.

“I’m in Raleigh for work,” you answered. 

“Don’t move,” he instructed, stressing the syllables as if his life depended on you hearing his words. “I’ll be on the next flight. Give me a few hours.” 

Your hand flew to your mouth as you dissolved into more tears – this time tears of elation. 

“I love you, Auston,” you said, beaming, because really, what else was there to say or do? 

“I love you,” he echoed. “It’s me, and you, forever, alright? Just us, always.”

“Always.”

[art-and-the-hockeys]

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[dougiewonderland]

@callsign-denmark here are a few iterations! I hope you enjoy them, and if there's is a specific layout/preferred images you'd like (of ones I have available) let me know and I can do that for you too 😊

[this-is-ally-and-im-confused]

I just need be strong 6’+ mans to come take care of me.

[sixmapleleafs]

3 with Freddie please 🥺

Of course!

3. “You’re the only one I want I promise”

Something was wrong, Freddie knew that much, he just couldn’t figure out exactly what it was. He glanced over at you every so often as he drove the two of you home from some fancy leafs event but you kept your eyes focused on the passing buildings, desperately avoiding his gaze as you tried to keep your tears from spilling over. You’d been fine when you arrived but as the night progressed he noticed you getting quieter and being less of your normal bubbly self, and that worried him.

As soon as you arrived at your apartment building, you headed straight for the elevator not even waiting to see if Fred was behind you, he managed to catch up with you though due to his giant steps and he frowned when you shifted away from his embrace. You headed straight for the bedroom when Freddie opened the apartment door, dropping your purse on the bed and slipping off your uncomfortable heels before hurrying into the bathroom and starting the shower. You hated feeling like this, like you weren’t good enough, it was happening more and more often recently but it all just bubbled over tonight. Seeing all of the other wags and how gorgeous they looked was enough to make you feel a little insecure, you knew you didn’t fit the normal wag mould but Freddie would always say that’s what he loved about you, that you were unique and there was no one else like you. Normally his words of comfort would calm your nerves and insecurities but tonight not even they were enough, not after the way Auston’s new fling looked at you. A smug smirk on her lips as she looked you up and down before she snickered out a fake compliment that left you with an awful feeling in your chest. After that you’d decided to stick with Fred rather than mingle with the other wags but every time someone approached the two of you, all you could think was that they were looking at you the same way she had.

Once you were out of the shower you searched Freddie’s drawers for some of his sweats and a hoodie, not wanting to wear any of your own clothes at the moment, you decided against checking to see where Freddie was, you could hear the low volume of the tv and assumed he was watching something so you just pulled back the covers and turned off the lamp. No matter how hard you tried you couldn’t shake the bad thoughts from your mind and before you could stop it a choked sob slipped past your lips, it took a matter of seconds before Freddie was at your side, helping you sit up before pulling you into his chest. He placed small kisses into your hair as he held you against him and tried to calm your sobs. You pulled away a few minutes later, pulling the sleeves of Fred’s hoodie over your hands and using them to wipe your eyes.

“I’m sorry” you whispered and Fred shook his head.

“You don’t have to apologise for that-” he started, his hand rubbing your thigh gently but you shuffled away from him, not wanting him to feel you for too long.

“No, I’m sorry that I’m not like them” your voice was quiet and hoarse from crying and Freddie’s brows scrunched together in confusion.

“What do you mean, elskede?”

“I’m not the type of girl you should be with Fred” his heart broke hearing the words fall from your lips and he didn’t know what to say, what this meant. Was this your way of ending things? He wasn’t quite sure. “I love you, but you deserve someone better than me, prettier than me-”

“Where is all of this coming from? We’ve talked about this and I thought I made it pretty clear how beautiful you are and how perfect you are for me. So what changed?”

You took a deep breath, avoiding his gaze and trying to clear the lump in your throat before continuing, “the girl Auston brought tonight...”

“Did she say something?” You could hear the anger in Fred’s voice and you shook your head, reaching out for his hand and lacing your fingers through his.

“No, but she looked at me like...I don’t even know, it’s so stupid but she laughed at me and the comment she made about my outfit was obviously very insincere and it made me think...maybe you’d be happier with someone who looked like her, someone who wasn’t so insecure all the time”.

“I don’t want someone who looks like her, you’re the only girl for me, you’re the one I think about marrying and spending my life with”.

“Fred” you stopped him, “that might be how you feel now but what about in ten years, what if you wake up one day and regret everything”.

“That’s not going to happen”

“You don’t know that”

“Yes I do, kæreste. You’re the only one I want I promise”.

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I Can and I Will

Source: I Can and I Will

[wyattjohnston]

can we get takeout on the way back ? i have no desire to cook tonight. For Freddie Andersen

It wasn’t particularly late and yet the tiredness in your bones was overwhelming. The sun has been out all day and the party you’ve been at is an exclusively outdoor event; the heat has only served to make you more tired.

You’ve been listing towards Freddie more and more dramatically as the afternoon grows on, even though you’ve been trying your hardest to stay awake and attentive to all your friends. In your favour is the fact that everybody else also seems to be struggling to keep their eyes open.

Freddie ducks his head down, asking in Danish if you’re ready to leave and you try not to sound too happy when you tell him you are.

It starts a wave of goodbyes and the relief of being a trendsetter, of your actions being justified by everyone’s else quick mimicking, momentarily wakes you up enough to get through an unholy amount of hugging.

It truly feels like Freddie is keeping you upright as you walk back to the car, your hand firmly in his as he all but pulls you along. Knowing that the car is in sight and that home isn’t too far away lets the warmth of your body settle into happiness.

You’re sitting in the car, head leaning back against headrest, when a thought crosses your mind. You reach blindly for Freddie’s hand again. When he takes it and squeezes you say in a low voice, “Can we get takeout on the way back? I have no desire to cook tonight.”

“Anything you want, dejlige. Anything you want.”

[misshoneyimhome]

☆ Mature content I ✐ Requested I № Followers Festival

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Video Call: Frederik Andersen | June 30, 2020

[holidaywishes]

How Much Can You Take?

  Requested: Yeah, sorta

  Summary/Request: I literally need to get railed during like online classes or something omg Like imagine any of the daddies just going down on you during some boring lecture and just making sure you pay attention as they tease you I-

  Warning: smut

  Author’s Note: So, this was sent to @captaindaddies​ and then I was tagged by @kayleafs221 to write something with this request for Freddie. So, naturally, I said yes. It’s not gonna be a full fic, more of a blurb, but it will have a bit more of what was requested of me haha. Buckle up, ladies and gents, I hope you enjoy this little bit of Freddie smut! Stay Golden, loves! <3

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When lockdown started, Freddie took off to Arizona with Auston

Offering his place for you so you could escape your roommates

You got really comfortable there, as if it were your own

Online classes were driving you insane. The idea of trying to complete any assignments with Freddie wandering around stressed you out

So you were happy he wasn’t there to distract you

After a year, you had to start working on your thesis and Freddie kept telling you how proud he was of you

"I could never do it," he said, "I’d have no patience"

"Yeah well..." you argued, "it needs to be done whether I have patience or not"

"You’re so sexy when you’re focused"

"Freddie..." you whined, trying to get him to leave you be, "I have to take a test in 20 minutes..."

"You think you’re ready?"

"Never," you laughed, "but yeah I guess"

"Okay," he smiled, "I’ll leave you to it." Then he walked away, to the bedroom or something, showing back up two minutes before you signed into your zoom meeting to hear your professors instructions

"What are you doing here?" He placed his finger in front of his lips to shush you

"Just focus on your test," he replied, "I just wanna hang out with you"

"You better be quiet" you insisted, pointing your finger at him and he chuckled

“Good afternoon, everyone. I hope you’re doing well” your professor started while Freddie switched seats and looked at your outfit, an oversized leafs tee you’d stolen from him, over a pair of lace underwear. His hand starts to wander up your thigh as your professor unlocked the test and tells everyone to keep their mics off but not to sign out

"Stop it!" you said, slapping his hand away

"Stay focused" he laughed. You rolled your eyes, making sure your mic and camera were off. You took a deep breath and opened the test

Freddie stood up and you tried not to pay too much attention to what he was doing until he crept under the table

"Jesus!" you exclaimed, surprised by Freddie’s tongue pressed against your core, “Freddie!”

"Focus," he teased as he looked up at you through the small opening between you and the table. You took another breath and turned your eyes back to the screen, flinching whenever Freddie made another move against your sensitive skin

It only made him smile

Eventually, he’d insert a finger and curl it inside you before inserting another; working your orgasm until your legs began to shake.

"How did you do?" he asked about the test

"Shut up," you groaned, "I still have to go back to this class..."

"You’re right, I’m sorry," he smiled, circulating around you to press a kiss behind your ear

"Don’t do that"

"Keep your eyes on the screen"

"Fred..."

"Shh" he hushed as he traced a finger down your neck. When you started to drift into his touch, he pulled his hands away, "pay attention, love." He moved closer to you, his front pushed against your back, before his hands boxed you into your seat, "keep your eyes on the screen, elske"

"Freddie.." you whimpered and he tsked in your ear

"You sure your mic is off?" he asked and you nodded, "your camera?" another nod, "good. Now keep your eyes on the screen"

His hands trailed down your body slowly, removing the fabric that kept you covered, before unplugging your headphones and you groaned, to which Freddie only shook his head. Double checking that your mic was still off

He pulled you up gently, placing your hands on the table and spreading your feet apart with his foot, taking a minute to kiss down your back until he took off your already soaked lace panties

You heard his sweatpants drop to the floor as he stood back up, pulling your hips close to his, giving little warning before he rammed himself into you

You bit your lip to stop yourself from crying out as Freddie continued to fuck you harder and harder

"Fuck" he moaned and you let out a whimper. "Stay quiet," he said, as if he could tell that you were about to scream, "keep your eyes on the screen..."

He moaned louder and fucked you deeper, forcing your back to arch up against him as his hand gently encircled your throat

He started to choke you just before he heard your professor ask a question

"Answer her question" he breathed into your ear but you couldn't compose yourself enough to do as he asked, your breathing was so uneven that you were sure they'd know what was going on

"I can't" you breathed in return

"You have to" he repeated through laboured breaths

"Can't I just type an answer?" you asked and he thrust into you hard, letting that be his answer and you screamed out once before you waited to hear the question again, taking a deep breath and unmuting your mic

Freddie kept himself deep inside you as you answered the question with as much poise as you could, muting your mic as soon as you answered the question and Freddie went back to thrusting into you

"Good girl"

"Fuck, Freddie..."

"Keep focusing baby girl" he teased, grabbing your breasts to message them, calming your breathing further in case another question popped up and he wanted you to answer it for him. "Your class is almost done"

"I need to cum, Freddie..." you mewed but he wouldn't let you, kissing your neck before placing your hands back on the table and grabbing your hips

"How much can you take?" he growled

"I need to cum" you repeated, begging him for release as you breathed into the open space in front of you

"Almost there, elske" you could feel him watching the screen to see if anyone was signing off,

"Alright everyone, I've emailed you all a few assignments that are due next week," the professor spoke and Freddie's speed increased, allowing you to cry out in pleasure, "you should have your test results next week as well. Have a good night and I'll see you all tomorrow."

He signed you out and pumped into you harder than he had the entire time, shaking the table and making the empty cup on the other end fall over

"Fuckkkkk!" you screamed, moaning as his voice boomed through the empty room. You felt him empty himself inside you and his hips shuddered as you pushed back against him, your juices coating his large shaft as he finally took himself out of you

You couldn't feel your legs and nearly dropped to the floor

"Guess we should do that more often" Freddie laughed as he picked you up, carrying you into the kitchen to clean you up

"Okay," you purred, "but can we just... wait a while? At least until I can feel my legs again?"

"Yes, love," he chuckled, "I'll let you get your legs back."

[miracleonice87]

Freddie Andersen, number 3? 😊

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

from m’s winter prompt list 2021

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

word count: 1,800ish

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fred nodded, twisting his glass against his palm.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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