#conner mcdavid

[weathereyehorizon]

Every angle gets funnier and funnier.

[canesqueen]

Conner McDavid wining the Conn Smyth but not the Stanley Cup has to be some kind of cruel joke…

[chaoticgoodit]

What is it with sending dudes named Connor into fucked up “save our team, plz god” situations? Do we just live to torture 17 years olds with unimaginable pressure or ?

[sortanonymous]

Sergei Bobrovsky's really cementing his Conn Smythe case by the end of just Game 1 of the Finals! Geez!

[goaliedefender]

song is first love / late spring, by mitski!!

conner mcdavid :3

[cellythefloshie]

ＩＭＡＧＩＮＥ: Being Jon Cooper's Daughter and Dating Sidney Crosby Celly’s 300 Follower Appreciation

NOTE: mentions of the pandemic/lockdowns.

when you have been invited to join your father at the 2019 NHL Awards in Vegas you had merely been excited to experience the city with the greatest nightlife in America

but it also left you nervous

you hadn’t attended an event of such scale before

there were players from all over the league who were nominated

all of the NHL’s elite to be honoured

and it left you surrounded by stars

as you walked the red carpet with your father you couldn’t help but feel a little star-struck when you caught sight of Ryan O'Reilly with the Stanley Cup

and you couldn’t help but be a little tongue-tied when you found yourself in an awkward conversation with generational talent Conner McDavid and his girlfriend as you went looking for a drink

but the overwhelming feeling was but at ease when you found familiar faces

Nikita Kucherov, Andrei Vasilevskiy and Victor Hedman had all been nominated along with your father for awards that year

seeing them all brought you instant relief

the team was like a second family to you 

having them all there together put you at ease 

making you a little too comfortable

it left you cheering a little too loud for Andrei as he took the stage to accept the Vezina Trophy

and louder again when Nikita accepted the Hart trophy to add to his already impressively earned Ted Lindsey and Art Ross Awards

you were standing right up out of your seat

your hands sore from the applause when you felt a pair of eyes on you

scanning the room casually from where you stood your eyes were quick to find Sidney Crosby who was all too shameless about his stare

he wore a coy smile

one that only grew as he realized you had spotted him

not once did he look away until the crowd had begun to calm and his attention returned to the stage

settling back into your seat he remained on your mind the rest of the night

and you could feel his eyes on you on occasion

you didn’t need to look his way to know it was him that was staring

you didn’t know why he would be staring

but the fact that he was left your mind to wander with curiosity

Sidney was older, very handsome, and undoubtedly the greatest player of his generation

and that night he only had eyes for you

or at the very least it seemed that way 

and it became all too clear at the after party

you should have been disappointed that your father had lost the Jakc Adams to Bary Trotz

but you had your father’s sportsmanship

you would always respect those who were victorious even when it meant taking a loss

and so you mingled at the after-party offering your congratulations to those who had taken a trophy or two home that night

you enjoyed a drink or two

and the finger food that was served

it was when you were out mingling

and your father was distracted by an enthralling conversation with Ben Bishop that Sidney approached you

he was nothing but respectable

not even touching you when the media came by taking some candid shots of you both in casual conversation before asking for a photo together

it was just when you thought you had gotten ahead of yourself in thinking that Sidney Crosby might have - at the very least - been interested in you

because the conversation was much too respectable and intelligent to be fueled by attraction

that he surprised you by asking to get away from the party

you were taken back by how forward he was about it

but you didn’t decline

it only took a moment for you to make an excuse 

you slipped away for only a moment to feed the excuse to your father who gave you a quick hug and a kiss on your temple

then you snuck out of the party with the Pittsburgh Penguins Captain

he was nothing but a gentleman as you took to the city together

finding a place to eat a real meal together 

and enjoying some of the nightlife before ending up back in his hotel room

you were sure it was going to be a one-night stand

because you didn’t leave him your number when you snuck out of his room at an ungodly hour and back to your own

and you didn’t hear from him again for weeks

not that you had given him many ways to reach you 

but somehow he had managed to get ahold of your phone number

you didn’t believe it was him at first

he was very much out of your league

older, and could get any woman he wanted with ease

plus, it was just a number on the screen after all

but when he texted you the ungodly things he had done to you in that Vegas hotel room you knew it was him

and not only was it him, but he also wanted to see you again

when you had hooked up with him you didn’t even think it was a possibility 

and yet you were making plans to see him again during the summer

A secret meet-up or two during trips that you claimed were girl’s trips were spent on private all-inclusive resorts where Sidney got to know you better than anyone

but then the hockey season came

his time was focused on his team in Pittsburgh while you were in Tampa

and you were ready to accept that it was just a crazy summer romance that only the two of you knew about

but by some chance, your paths crossed in New Jersey

you were on a work trip

and he was set to play the Devils

you convinced your colleagues to go to the game

and by the end of the night, you were in his bed

and suddenly the season was halted

put on pause as a pandemic consumed the world

and you were stuck in Jersey

flight cancellations left you grounded, unable to return to Florida without having to get a rental car and make the drive

before you could make the arrangements to get the car your company had already agreed to work from home

and you were suddenly not needed in Tampa beyond your parents insisting that you return home

but instead, you were faced with another option you hadn’t even considered could be a possibility

Sidney offered his home in Pittsburgh to you

it was a grand home, with only him to occupy and with no one knowing how long it would all last he wasn’t going into it without company

and you couldn’t stay no

at first, you had to make excuses

telling your mother and father that you were still with your coworker in a place you were able to rent in Newerk

but in reality, you were in Crosby’s home playing house

you worked from his office while he worked out in the gym

the two of you cooked your meals together 

and you kept yourself with busy with Netflix and your antics in the bedroom

but soon the secrecy was becoming too much

and your relationship with Sidney was becoming more than just killing time when he let the first “i think I’ve fallen in love with you slip”

you knew you had to tell your dad but you were worried about just how he was going to take it

telling him over a zoom call just didn’t seem right

yet that’s how it was done

and your dad was furious

not solely at the fact that you had been “dating” a hockey player

because he had always warned you to stay away from dating them

but that you had kept it a secret from him

and while your relationship with Sidney was long-lasting

your father still was never very approving of him

And neither was the team

fast forward to March 3, 2022

you returned home to Tampa to watch the Pittsburgh vs Tampa game

and you had an announcement to make over dinner before the game

Sidney had proposed

your parents couldn’t have been happier

but the Tampa Players were less than enthused

maybe it was the timing of it all

but they were all very protective of you

you were like a little sister to them and you deserved the world

they didn’t doubt that Sidney was going to be able to give that to you

but that didn’t mean they weren’t going to give him a hard time as you would forever have a roster of 22 - and alumni of big and little brothers to look out for you

when it came to game time Tampa found itself in familiar turmoils 

they went down 2-0 early in the first

and by the end of the second period, things were heated

a scrum broke out in front of the net with Cirelli going after Sidney only to face Rust instead

no one got to mess with the Captain

and when penalties were handed out and the Bolts took an extra penalty the overprotective nature of your father mixed with his passion for the game and there was no controlling him 

he was yelling so loud that the whole arena could hear it, and the officials weren’t having it

and your father was ejected from the game before it could reach its halfway point

leaving your seat you moved through the halls of Amalie and found your father alone in the locker room

he was still pretty red in the face but calmer now

you couldn’t help but feel a little responsible for his outburst as you moved to sit on the bench beside him and wrapped him in your arms

he welcomed your embrace

his cheek coming to rest against your hair

and it was there holding you that he apologized

for the outburst and for how he has been throughout your relationship with Sidney

always supportive but not always approving

because you were his daughter 

he was always going to be skeptical of a man’s intentions with you

and the engagement left him relieved but saddened

you weren’t his baby girl anymore

you were all grown up

and he couldn’t be more excited to walk you down the aisle

[carpehistoryandthepens]

Evan Rodriguez: Stanley cup champion.

matthew tkachuk: baptized in hot dog water directly out of the Stanley Cup 

Conner McDavid: continues to suffer under the curse of the narrative.

Corey Perry: FOUR TIMES. HAH. THIS HAS HAPPENED FOUR TIMES.

[iceflwers]

𝓻𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓷 “𝓽𝓲𝓷𝔂” 𝓯𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓻 !

˚✧ ₊˚ʚ THE BASICS !

— ❥ FULL NAME: Raven Marie Fischer.

— ❥ NICKNAMES: Ray, Ray-Ray, Tiny (used by many NHL players), Smiley, weirdo (used by enemies and haters), freak (used by enemies and haters), dollface (by Dominic only, no longer used), baby (by Willy only), sweetheart, honey, princess (by Willy only).

— ❥ DATE OF BIRTH: June 24th, 1996 (Cancer).

— ❥ BIRTHPLACE: Edmonton, Alberta, Canada.

— ❥ CURRENT RESIDENCE: Toronto, Ontario, Canada.

— ❥ SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, French (not fluently), Swedish (not fluently), Russian (not fluently), Czech (not fluently), American Sign Language (not fluently).

— ❥ ORIENTATION: Panromantic, asexual (sex-repulsed).

— ❥ GENDER IDENTITY: Cisgender female (she/her pronouns).

— ❥ OCCUPATION: Journalist for the Canadian Football League (formerly), journalist for the National Hockey League.

— ❥ FACECLAIM: None.

˚✧ ₊˚ʚ PERSONALITY !

— ❥ HOGWARTS HOUSE: Hufflepuff (loyal, hard-working, compassionate).

— ❥ MYERS-BRIGGS TYPE: INFP - The Mediator (empathetic, open-minded, self-isolating).

— ❥ ENNEAGRAM TYPE: Type Two - The Helper (warm-hearted, sincere, sentimental).

— ❥ MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good.

— ❥ LOVE LANGUAGES: Physical touch for both giving and receiving.

— ❥ SKILLS: Writing, jewelry making, singing, baking, cooking, acting, memorization, speed writing, charming people, speed reading, reading body language.

— ❥ LIKES: Her family and friends, her hedgehog, her job, musicals, gifting her homemade bracelets to people, rewatching her favorite movies, watching all kinds of sports, being cozy, listening to music, dancing, making people laugh.

— ❥ DISLIKES: Rude people, discrimination of any kind, loud or sudden noises, scratchy clothing, mushy food textures, her ex, entitled people, high heels, how hard it is for her to read social cues.

— ❥ FEARS/PHOBIAS: Needles, people being angry or disappointed in her, dating another person like Dominic, having a panic attack or meltdown in public.

˚✧ ₊˚ʚ RELATIONSHIPS !

— ❥ FAMILY: Phoebe Fischer (mother), Lewis Fischer (father), Oscar Fischer (pet hedgehog), John Tavares (father figure), Brad Marchand (uncle figure).

— ❥ FRIENDS: Mitch Marner, David Pastrnak, Joseph Woll, Austin Matthews, Quinn Hughes, Nico Hischier, Linus Ullmark, Trevor Zegras, Morgan Rielly, Matthew Knies.

— ❥ ACQUAINTANCES: Remainder of the Toronto Maple Leafs roster, Evgeni Malkin, Sidney Crosby, Jeremy Swayman, Brady Tkachuk, Connor McDavid, Jack Hughes, Luke Hughes, Tessa Virtue, majority of NHL players and coaching staff.

— ❥ ROMANTIC INTERESTS: Conner Lucas (first crush), Nick Browne (former crush), Schuyler Beauregard (former crush), Jeremy Harper (brief relationship), Dominic Cormier (ex-boyfriend), William Nylander (current romantic interest).

˚✧ ₊˚ʚ FUN FACTS !

— ❥ Growing up, Raven watched all kinds of sports, since her father was a big fan of NASCAR and both kinds of football and her mother loved baseball and hockey. Phoebe Fischer, however, is a diehard Oilers fan, and was just slightly disappointed when her daughter turned out to start rooting for the Maple Leafs.

— ❥ A few months after she was diagnosed with autism, Raven wound up having to move classes at school, as her teacher beginning to give her accommodations because she now had an official diagnosis caused most of the other children in her class to pick on her on an almost daily basis.

— ❥ At five foot four, Raven is still three inches shorter than Cole Caufield, the shortest current player in the NHL. Plenty of her friends say this is proof that her nickname Tiny fits perfectly, but she insists that they’re all just giants.

— ❥ Ever since gaining popularity with NHL fans, Raven has made a habit of making a load of homemade bracelets before every game she reports at and handing them out to female fans beforehand. She wants to help foster a better sense of community for female fans, knowing how much animosity young women can face from male fans when trying to get into a sport.

— ❥ She has also become an outspoken advocate for more inclusivity within the league, as well as queer and disability rights and greater education and support for those with disabilities and mental illnesses. She hasn’t always stayed out of trouble with the NHL bigwigs for some of the statements she’s made, but she’s never backed down and she doesn’t plan on stopping - besides, she has a great group at SportsNet always ready to support her, as well as a pretty good-sized group of tall hockey men who are used to throwing punches willing to fight back against anyone who tries to hurt her.

tagging @lovings4turn, @hiya-itsamber, & @theopenlocker !

─┈ ♡ copyright © 2024: you do not have permission to copy, translate, or repost my works, nor to use my oc ideas or plots.

[mackiinnon]

Mcdavid won the Conn but the greatest Conner ever won the cup so

[oliviabelova]

CONNER BABYGIRL MCDAVID

[chaoticgoodit]

Guuuuuuurl…

[qhughes43]

conner? like connor mcdavid? scored a goal? in the playoffs?

[sevynchaos]

< to know me/my blog better >

I watch lots of sports, and talk about non-sporty things, there is no limit, but these are the teams and players I support and watch the most (both men & women):

[football] real madrid

[basketball] teams: denver nuggets, new york liberty & real madrid - players: luka doncic, willy hernangomez, juancho hernangomez, maría conde, sabrina ionescu & caitlin clark

[tennis] atp: rafael nadal, carlos alcaraz, matteo berrettini, casper ruud, grigor dimitrov, flavio cobolli & jack draper - wta: paula badosa, ons jabeur, aryna sabalenka & elena rybakina

[F1] carlos sainz & fernando alonso

[motogp] marc marquez

[nhl] teams: colorado avalanche - players: mat barzal, anthony beauvillier, conner mcdavid & mikko rantanen

I try to use tags like “#sev lb” for live blogging and the tag “#sev talks” for random stuff/thoughts or just ranting

[torey-lavar-krug]

I should be enjoying hockey right now and instead any mention feels like being stabbed repeatedly. I can barely even enjoy Jack eichel stripping Conner mcdavid of the puck and scoring an empty net goal. I’m so upset and annoyed about this

[cellythefloshie]

;; 12 Days of Kinkmas Day 7 - Leon Draisaitl - Ugly Christmas Sweater

Summary: Leon doesn’t like having to wear his ugly Christmas sweater, but he sure as hell likes how you look in your elf costume.  Kinks & TW: hook-up, work place relationships (would not recommend), costumes (holiday elf), unprotected sex, naughty list, big dick energy (literally - size kink maybe?) Leon is a grinch, creampie Word Count: 2646

TAGLIST : @wingedwheelprxncess @mitchymainer @equallyshaw @starshine-hockey-girl  @beccaiscold @samanthasgone​

There was nothing like the look on a child’s face when they realized that some of the biggest stars in hockey were standing right behind them. And you got to watch it over and over again. You would collect the group of children from the waiting room, and just the scene set in the room brought them excitement. There was a great throne brandishing the OIlers colors that the kids would sit down upon and when you were behind the camera making much more noise than necessary, McDavid and Draisaitl would slip in from their hiding place in Santa’s Workshop wearing awful orange and blue holiday sweaters. You didn’t know who the players had pissed off to earn having to wear them - but Conner was a good sport, Leon on the other hand was much more of a grinch. His face had fallen into the unmistakable expression that silently screamed: you’ve got to be kidding me when he had been presented it that morning. And you could have sworn you had heard him groan when he had pulled it on over his tight t-shirt as if it were somehow worse than the elf costume you had dawned since your arrival. 

He had worn that same look all day, it leaving just long enough for the picture with the kids who would go wild once they realized the Oilers stars were sneaking up behind them for the photobomb. He was sweet and enthusiastic with the kids too, but the moment they were gone and they had to reset he was grumbling, complaining to Conner about one thing or the other all the while itching the knit from where it irritated his neck. It was a humorous thing to watch over and over again and had become a hot discussion between you and your fellow elves aka your coworkers as the day wound down. 

You were leaning up against a near desk speaking in hushed tones after the last groups of kids had gone through. You had to stifle your laughter as one of your coworkers did their best to mimic Leon’s stone-cold glare, but your struggled, the laugh bursting from your lips and drawing too much attention from the hockey players nearby. Cursing under your breath, you reached for a candy cane, and you were quick to peel off the plastic and shove it into your mouth - yeah, that should keep me quiet, you thought to yourself. You sucked on the minty treat, your lips wrapped firmly around it as your coworkers were reduced to whispers and then to silence as the players approached. 

Leon and Conner were mumbling between themselves on their approach, Leon’s hands going straight to the itchy sweatshirt as he walked. His hands grasped at the orange wool at its back and pulled it up and over his head in the way that only men seemed to master all the while being incredibly sexy. Worst of all, the static between the rough wool and the soothing cotton of his t-shirt left the fabrics clinging, drawing the t-shirt up and away from Leon’s frame. 

You near gasped around your candy cane, the mint harsh against your tongue as you took in a sharp inhale at the sight of him. You knew that as a professional athlete, he would be fit, but seeing it peak out from beneath his t-shirt, had your small cluster of elves trying to look anywhere but at Leon, as he fixed his shirt - but you were so slow to react as you were dazed by the sight of him had your jaw slacked around your sweet candy cane and your eyes never made further than his as they stared right back at you. 

His stare chilled you to your center, his pale eyes not leaving yours as he discarded the ugly Christmas sweater and left it in a heap on top of the desk you remained propped up against. There was no hiding your stare, not at he had caught you. Instead of averting your gaze and pretending you hadn’t seen every inch of his abs before he fixed his t-shirt you remained bent over the desk, propped up on your elbows as you sucked on your candy cane. It was there you held his gaze, your tongue running along the length of the candy as you drew it from your mouth. Leon seemed to tense at the sight, and it left your perking up in place. 

Licking your lips you reached out into the basket that was littered with the spare candy canes, taking one and holding it out nonchalantly, “there are lots left,” you spoke slowly, his large hand reaching out to take hold of the fragile candy all the while not once looking away from you. But they didn’t remain locked on your face. No, Leon’s eyes dragged up and down the length of your body as he seemed to admire the curves of your body as it was propped up against the desk - and how the skirt of your costume raised up a little higher along your thigh. 

When his gaze had returned your own, his pale eyes had darkened and his jaw had set frim with restraint. You didn’t know Leon all the well, never seeing him more than during these special events and promotions, but you knew men and you knew that look. It was a look that left your nerves raw, your legs coming to press firm together as you pushed up from your place on the table. You cleared your throat as if it would relieve you of the sudden tightness that overtook you, but all it did was draw the attention of your coworkers who had begun the tear-down of the holiday scene. 

“You guys take off early,” you told them slowly, your gaze locked on Leon who didn’t have to do much more than give Conner a quick glance before the star center was leading the way out of the room. 

“Are you sure?” one of your coworkers spoke up all the while moving for her coat, “you’ve got your hands full here…”

She had gotten that right. Waving your hand casually, you dismissed them, “yeah, I got it,” you assured, “it’s almost the holidays, go finish the rest of your shopping and spend time with your families. I’ll finish up here.”

You knew they wouldn’t argue with you. They had their families back home, and you were chronically single with nothing more than a few potted plants waiting for you back home. Working late didn’t bother you all that much, and the knowledge of your lack of attachments, it didn’t bother your coworkers either. They muttered their quick thank yous, and their quiet happy holidays as they grabbed their coats and their bags before slipping out the door Conner had disappeared out of moments before. The door had barely finished closing when Leon tossed the candy cane to the floor, sending the sugar into shambles. 

“I don’t want your candy,” Leon spoke slowly, his voice low as his heavy foot took a careful stride toward you, trapping you between his towering frame and the desk.

Your head cocked to the side, your hair falling back from your face as you looked up at him. You sucked on your own candy cane casually, your tongue running flat against the backside of the sugary treat slowly before you placed it down on the desk beside you. “Oh?” you quirked a brown up, licking the sticky sugar from your lips, “what is it that you want?”

He answered you with silence, his large worked hands meeting your hips to lift you up onto the desk with little effort. With a single push of his hand, your legs were spread Leon was stepping between them. Looking him up and down you smiled coyly, you could see the impression of his generous cock against his dark slacks. His fingers grazed over your knees slowly, dragging over the colorful tights of your elf costume. He traced over each red and green stripe of your stocking until his hands were slipping up your skirt and became lost on the apex of your thighs. It was there he found where the tights were tense and tore at the hosiery that was already under threat to run. Leon ripped at them until he was sure he had access to exactly what he wanted for you. He held your gaze as he leaned in, one hand propping himself up against the desk so that his face was a mere inch from your own, and the other was up your skirt, dragging over the thin, flimsy fabric of your panties. His knuckles dragged up and down your clothed cunt slowly. You bit down on your lower lip holding back a breath that inevitably overtook you, sending your sweet minty breath over his features and sending his eyes fluttering shut. You could hear him curse under his breath, his head shaking from side to side slowly as he pressed down a little harder against your clit to earn a soft sound for your lips. 

“Have you been a good girl this year?” Leon asked you slowly, his eyes only then opening to take in the shocked expression that took your features at his words. Your mouth was left agape as your struggled to find your words, and it only worsened as he pushed your panties aside and you could feel the pads of his fingers graze over your clit. It coaxed another, stronger, moan from your lips, and it left him smiling. “No, no, you’re a naughty one - and if you aren’t,” he licked his lips, “I’ll put you on the list myself. Now, bend over, just like you were before-”

His hands left you, and you were free to side down from the wooden desk. You lay over the desk, just as you had before, but this time you reached out for the edge of the desk, bracing yourself against it as the jingle of his belt loosening around his hips filled the air. It was a sound sweeter than sleigh bells as his pants hit the floor and you could feel the warmth of his body against your exposed skin as he stepped in close. A thick thumb held your panties to the side, the other drags his cock up and down your slick entrance and it left you biting down on your sweet lips. You didn’t need to see him to know just how big he was. You could feel it in just how the tip of his cock spread your lips that were so eager to take him. You had even tried to ease yourself back to take him, but his hand was quick to find your hip, holding you down against the desktop. 

“You are a naughty girl,” his words were a whisper as he leaned in the weight of his frame heavy against you, and he remained there as he eased his cock inside your slick walls, “you going to be able to stay quiet while you take me?” 

You nodded eagerly, your teeth biting down on your lower lip, though you were sure you were going to make a liar of yourself. The spread of your walls around his cock was a burning pleasure. And it only intensified as he would draw his cock back just enough so that the head of his cock was still in the embrace of your core, before plunging into your depths again - but never all the way. You couldn’t feel the smack of his thighs against your own or the graze of his balls against your clit - he was being careful with you. 

“I can take it,” you let out a low huff, your hands gripping the desk so tight your knuckles paled and your palms ached, “you’re not going to break me.”

You could feel the hesitancy in his thrust as he let himself thrust a little deeper inside you. The extra inch left you gasping to fight back a moan, and your teeth sought out the back of your hand to bite down on as you took in another. Your legs began to quiver at the pleasure, your eyes watering as you began to doubt if you could take all of him - but then you felt it. The warmth of his body against your thighs and the burning pleasure of his cock testing your limits. You let out a strangled moan into the back of your hand, one that left Leon groaning as he reached a hand around you. It came down firm on your mouth, its hold keeping you quiet as he thrust into you slowly, deeply. “Careful,” he cautioned you, “you don’t want Conner to hear you, do you?”

Your gaze flashed towards the door, your eyes going wide as you could see the shadow creeping beneath the door. You should have known that they would have come together - that Conner would be waiting for him. Your core clenched tight around Leon’s cock, your moan muffled against the palm of his hand. Leon laughed lowly in your ear, his mouth coming down to rest against your shoulder. His teeth grazed over the fabric of your costume, playfully biting against your shoulder as he fucked you. It was with his face tucked into the crook of your shoulder, his body heavy against your own, and your sweet moans muffled into his hand that Leon let himself come undone. You could feel every one of his thick ropes of cum as they were shot up into your cunt, coaxing your own feeble release that left your eyes watering and mascara smudging beneath your eyes. Leon thrust into you a few more times as your cunt milked him for everything that he could offer you before he eased up and out of you. 

Cheek pressed against the desk you took in a heavy breath, and let your body calm. Your hips felt bruised from the pressure of being trapped between his body and the desk, and your legs - hell, it was going to be a struggle to clean up, never mind walk to your car once your work was done. And you could feel his cum inside you, waiting to drip from your cunt as you finally let yourself stand upright. It would drip into your panties, and when they were full down the inside of your legs until you could get home and clean yourself up properly. 

Reaching down you fixed your panties before you straightened up and fixed your skirt. Hands rubbed at your eyes, smudging your mascara further before you looked back at Leon who was already doing up his belt around his waist. You didn’t know what to say, or if you should smile or even just look away and wait for him to leave - but Leon answered that for you with a simple action. He stepped forward, taking your jaw in his hands to guide your lips to his. He kissed you slowly, his tongue dragging over your own and your lips slowly - finally tasting the sweet mint of the candy cane in your mouth. When he pulled back he smirked down at you and your heart skipped - had you ever seen him really smile before now? You couldn’t recall. 

“Now,” he muttered, “be a good girl and do what you can,” he told you and moved to the door. Opening it slowly he was greeted by Conner who was standing with his arms crossed over his chest and his expression far from impressed. Leon greeted him with a laugh, his head shaking and hand raising up to his sweaty hair shamelessly. The pair exchanged a look, one that only teammates really understood, before Conner came inside and helped you both clean up the mess you had been so quick to neglect.

[whereifindsanity]

#conner mcdavid