trent frederic the typa guy to do it doggy w/ you in his jersey just to see his name on your back
literally omg give me vibes of this fic I wrote ages ago lol but more below the cut 🤭
warnings: unprotected p in v (pls wrap it guys), degradation (use of slut and puck bunny), kinda cnc?
But like, you’re in his jersey, laying on your front in nothing but the jersey. it’s the one he wore in Lake Tahoe when he scored his first NHL goal. you’re kicking your feet in the air as you wait for him to get home.
he walks in to see you on full display for him and he doesn’t even undress himself fully before slipping inside you.
it’s unexpected and expected at the same time. the feeling of him filling you is exactly what you needed after a tough day at work.
“looked too good in my jersey, with my name on your back, to not be fucked like a puck bunny.” his hips collide with your backside as he yanks you up to rest on your hands and knees. “little slut for me can’t wait a few minutes for me me to undress her, can she? it’s why she doesn’t put panties on. she knows i will always give her what she needs.”
you moan and groan at his words, knowing that he isn’t wrong. he knows exactly where to thrust his cock and rub his fingers to make you see stars faster than anyone else, even yourself.
Description: 2.6k wc, It’s Y/N’s 25th birthday and (as always) Freddy makes it his mission to celebrate it properly with her.
Warnings: mentions of marriage, birthdays and gifts, mentions of food/brunch.
Note: a self-comfort gift for my own birthday and daydreaming of spending it with someone like Freddy who actually cares and whatnot lol. Plus after the news this week, I felt we could all use a Freddy Friday Fic 💜
Y/n yawned as her slipper covered feet slid across the wooden floor of her and Freddy’s hallway. She smiled as the smell of warm waffles and freshly cooked eggs hit her nose. Freddy had made brunch again this morning. He was always so considerate like that. But, y/n was shocked when she saw the extent he’d gone to this morning. As she made her way into the kitchen, she noticed he’d practically made a whole buffet or feast for them this morning.
“Good morning, my gorgeous birthday girl,” Freddy greeted with a wide grin as he spin to face y/n when he heard her enter. “How did you sleep, darling?” He questioned softly as he kissed her cheek.
“Freddy,” y/n cooed as she glanced around the room again. “Y-you didn’t have to do all of this,” she pointed out gratefully. She could feel her eyes becoming teary over the extent he’d gone to in order to make her such an extravagant brunch while she slept in.
“Shh,” Freddy sweetly silenced y/n. “None of that nonsense,” he teased with a smirk. Freddy pulled y/n to him by her waist. He grinned at the way her eyes widened faintly in surprise. He placed a tender kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering for a few extra seconds. “I know how you feel about your birthday,” Freddy acknowledged, “but as I told you our first year together, I’m changing that”.
Y/n giggled and lifted herself up until she was on her tippy toes. She beamed at Freddy before pulling him in for a proper kiss. “You already have love,” she reassured him, “you don’t have to keep doing all of this each year”.
Freddy shrugged with a slightly bashful yet prideful smile. “I want to,” he admitted. “Now,” he paused as he walked towards their island countertop, “come, sit”. Freddy pulled out y/n’s chair for her he’d stationed at the now-decorated table.
Freddy watched as y/n took in the sight of the various decorations he’d used. As she scanned the scene, he slowly scooted backwards while still facing her. He grinned innocently as y/n turned to watch him skeptically.
Y/n grinned as she tried not to laugh at how adorable Freddy was.
“Look away,” Freddy whined playfully. He even threw in a pathetic pout to seal the deal.
Y/n giggled at him and shook her head teasingly but looked forward nonetheless. She smiled to herself as she once again examined the kitchen’s dinning table. It was covered in a y/f/c tablecloth with birthday shaped confetti spread across it, a gorgeous bouquet of y/f/f were sitting in a new crystal vase, and the various goods Freddy had made were plated nicely around the table. As she waited for Freddy to do whatever it was he was trying to sneakily do, she took a sip of the water glass he had placed at her spot. Just as she swallowed the water and was setting the glass back down, she felt his hands on her head. She couldn’t quite tell what it was he was placing atop her head, but she soon felt the band that wrapped over the top of her head and sat behind her ears. Y/n giggled and set her hands over Freddy’s before he could remove them. She turned to face him with a smile and asked, “how do I look?”
Freddy shook his head with a wide grin on his face. “As radiant as always,” he winked.
Y/n bit her lip bashfully. She knew her unmade hair was undoubtedly frizzy and she had no makeup on. Yet, she could tell the sincerity behind Freddy’s response. It made her heart flutter embarrassingly fast. She slid his hand across the side of her head and over to her lips before she kissed the inside of his palm. “Care to show me what it is you have placed on my head?” She asked with a smile.
Freddy smirked and held up a finger as he rushed to the corner of their kitchen.
Y/n blindly felt the item atop her head and smiled widely. “Is this glitter?” She asked as her fingertips ran over some bumps along the object.
Freddy turned back to y/n now that he had his camera in his hands. He nodded confidently as he quickly adjusted his camera.
“What,” y/n wondered as she felt along the points, “what does it say?”
“Happy birthday,” Freddy answered with a grin as he lifted his camera up to take her picture.
“That was delicious, Freddy,” y/n complimented as she rested her hands on her stomach dramatically. “Thank you, handsome.”
Freddy blushed and grinned widely. He leaned over and kissed y/n’s cheek as he stood to clean the table. “Anything for you, darling”.
“Mmm,” y/n hummed, standing up and stretching. “I love you so much,” she commented sweetly as she walked over to where Freddy was at, pausing just behind him at the sink.
Freddy hummed back as y/n wrapped her arms around his waist. “I love you too, precious.”
Y/n peacefully rested her head on Freddy’s left shoulder as she watched him begin to clean their plates. “Not gonna let me help with the clean up, are ya?” She asked knowingly.
Freddy crooked his head to glance at y/n and tsked as he shook his head. “Course not,” he huffed. “But, if you’re bored,” he smiled, thinking about the next thing he had planned. “There’s something for you on the table by your spot in the living room,” Freddy smirked.
“Freddy,” y/n gushed. “I swear,” she mumured lovingly as she squeezed his waist, pulling him closer to her front. She kissed Freddy’s cheek before acting on his thinly-veiled suggestion to go see what he’d left for her.
It didn’t take y/n long to realize what Freddy had been referring to. Upon seeing the hand wrapped gift box and hand signed birthday card Freddy set on the coffee table beside her favorite seat, Y/n smiled widely to herself. She glanced back at the kitchen doorway lovingly as she gazed over at her husband. She shook her head in loving disbelief and turned back to the wrapped gift. She slowly opened the card, her smile only growing as she read the sweet sentiments from Freddy in his handwriting she adored. Y/n made a mental note to carefully store the birthday card in her box of other memories; where it would be safe. She then gently set it aside and pulled the gift box to her lap. Y/n couldn’t help but to gasp loudly. “How did you get this?!” She screeched, making Freddy chuckle loudly from the other room.
Freddy turned the water off in the kitchen and walked out to their living room as he dried his hands on a hand towel. “I have my ways, darling,” he smirked. The smile and look of disbelief on her face made the effort more than worth it. Her happiness was worth everything to him.
When y/n just stared at Freddy in clear bewilderment, he chuckled again. He set the towel down on the hallway table and made his way over to his wife. When he reached where she was seated, he bent down to kiss her forehead.
Y/n grabbed Freddy’s hand tightly as she continued to wait on an answer to her surprise. “Freddy,” she stated firmly, still in shock. “It-It’s an advanced readers copy,” she pointed out needlessly. Obviously he knew what it was as he’d given it to her. But she couldn’t help it, she was beyond impressed. “How did you get a hold of this?!”
Freddy chuckled as his cheeks turned red. “I may have contacted the publisher… and the author,” he shrugged as if it were nothing. He squeezed y/n’s hand softly before moving to go back to cleaning the kitchen up from their brunch.
Y/n tightened her grip on Freddy’s hand as she noticed him trying to leave. She squeezed his hand and tugged him back a little to keep him from moving away. “Freddy,” she cried. “I didn’t even know (s)he finished the writing of this!” She shook her head. “Oh my gosh,” y/n gushed. “This is incredible,” she complimented, unable to find the words to best express her gratitude. “Thank you so much, oh my gosh,” y/n rambled.
Freddy laughed and smiled proudly. “You’re welcome, my darling,” he hummed. “Now, we’ve got plans this evening, so you better get started,” he advised with a wink. While some might worry she wouldn’t finish it in time for their evening plans, Freddy wasn’t worried as he knew she’d fly through it with ease.
Y/n nodded rapidly as she grinned down at the ARC of her favorite author’s upcoming book as it sat on her lap. She looked up questioningly as Freddy’s words finally hit her. “Wa-wait, what plans?”
Freddy shook his head, “it’s a surprise”. Seeing y/n’s obvious curiosity, he laughed. “You’ll get a clue later, love,” he promised. “But for now, I really should do the dishes. Then we can cuddle by the fire while you read, hmm?” He proposed.
Freddy’s suggestion made y/n realize the cozy warmth she’d felt upon entering the living room was coming from said fireplace that he’d clearly started earlier. She smiled and nodded but tugged his hand towards her lap once more; making him bend down. Once Freddy was squatted beside her chair, y/n leaned over and cupped his face as she gave him a loving kiss.
Freddy smiled into the kiss as he happily kissed y/n back, his hand instinctively stoking her cheek. As they pulled back, he gave her a warm smile and he squeezed her cheek gently, his smile growing as she giggled. He gave y/n one more loving look before he made his way back to the kitchen to finish cleaning up.
Freddy smiled as he looked through the polroaids he took of y/n reacting to various scenes and events as she read through the latest upcoming book by y/f/a. There were a wide range of reactions he’d managed to capture. Most of which were plenty of candid shots. However, each time y/n would look up from the book to glance at Freddy and express her thoughts, he took advantage of it and captured the moment on film. It was insanely adorable, and he cherished how much she enjoyed the book and how she wanted to share it with him.
After Y/n finished reading the book, she cautiously set the ARC on her and Freddy’s bookshelf. Once she’d ensured it was securely in place, she turned to face her husband. She smiled bashfully as she noticed what he was looking at. “You documented my reactions?” She asked softly as she sat beside him on the sofa and curled her feet against her thighs.
Freddy’s cheeks flushed but he nodded in confession. He bashfully glanced over at his wife, uncertain how she’d react to that. His nerves quickly calmed as y/n beamed brightly and snuggled into his side. He set the photos on the table and wrapped his arm around her to keep her close. “Your reactions were too precious,” he defended needlessly.
Y/n hummed and nuzzled her face into the side of Freddy’s torso. “I love you,” she cooed. She closed her eyes as he whispered it back and held her tightly.
“Happy birthday darling,” Freddy added as he gently took the headband off her head so it wasn’t poking him anymore. He watched as she giggled in realization and gave him an apologetic look. To which, Freddy simply shook his head reassuringly and kissed her forehead. He set the birthday headband aside and smiled as y/n curled into him even more.
“Freddy, can you help me?” Y/n asked as she walked out into the hallway, her dress partially up. Freddy hadn’t told her what they were up to other than that she should dress nicely. Given the lack of information, she had asked him to help her pick out her outfit for the evening while she did her makeup. It hadn’t taken long to slip into the elegant black dress Freddy had chosen for her, but she couldn’t reach the zipper. Hence why she was now holding the front of said dress against her chest as she stood before her husband in need of help.
Freddy smiled and nodded, he quickly stood up from where he was seated on the lounge chair that was stationed in their bedroom closet. He was already fully dressed. He wore a silky black suit, accessorized by the bowtie he knew y/n found charming on him. His hair was neatly styled and he had sprayed on some of y/N’s favorite cologne of his.
“Damn,” y/n commented with a smirk as she took in her husband’s appearance. She smiled as Freddy blushed deeply and silently shuffled behind her in order to zip her up as she had requested. When he finished, she spun around and cupped his face. “You look so dashing, honey,” she complimented.
Freddy’s eyes flickered to the ground briefly in response before looking back at y/n with a grin. “Thank you darling, but you,” he murmured as he held her hand up and stood back so she could spin. “Look magnificent,” he complimented as she spun back towards him. He grinned at her bashful response and pulled her in for a passionate kiss.
“As much as I’d love to stay here kissing you all night,” Freddy confessed teasingly. “The birthday girl shouldn’t arrive late,” he determined as he guided her to the doorway.
Y/n giggled and looped her arm through Freddy’s. “Okay, but, we’ll be returning to that first proposition later though,” she winked as she let him lead her.
“This…” y/n whispered breathily. “I can’t-“ she shook her head as she resumed gazing around the elaborate facility. “Freddy,” she cooed, still unable to form a proper sentence.
Freddy silently squeezed y/n’s hand as he let her take everything in. He wore a proud smile as he realized how much she loved the latest birthday present he’d gotten her today.
“I… wow,” y/n mumured. “Honey, look,” she pointed out randomly as she signaled to the painted ceiling. She exhaled loudly as she smiled and leaned back in her cushioned seat. After she granted herself another moment to take it all in, she glanced over at her husband and beamed. “Thank you so much, this .. it’s.. it is-” she began, teary eyed.
“‘ey, woah, woah,” Freddy cooed. “Darling,” he whispered with an affectionate chuckle. He turned y/n’s head towards him as he shook his own. “Please don’t cry,” he requested with a sweet smile.
Y/n nodded and took a deep breath. “Thank you,” she echoed quietly.
“You’re welcome, love,” Freddy replied warmly as he stroked y/n’s cheek. “You’re okay with the seats?” He asked. “I figured this angle would-,” he began to ramble nervously.
Y/n shook her head against his palm, “I’m more than okay with them”. “Freddy,” she sighed adoringly. “This is remarkable, truly,” she’s promised as she leaned into his hand.
Freddy grinned as y/n squeezed his hand as she continued to look around the opera house. He knew she was truly excited by their seats and the appearance of the venue. But, he couldn’t wait to see her reaction when she realized they were going to watch her favorite ballet live. He’d managed to keep the performance a secret from her so far by covering her eyes when needed as they entered the center and holding both of their event pamphlets for the time being. It would only be a few more minutes before she’d see her last surprise for her birthday and Freddy couldn’t wait. With a smile, he leaned over and pressed a kiss to y/n’s forehead, “only the best for my birthday girl”.
