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dearbarzal · 3 years

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for when he wins - connor mcdavid

henlo, this is my first headcanon!!! i originally wrote this for my friend clary after her man scored a hatty during the game against jets and i got overexcited. i hope i’m doing this correctly lol

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warnings: language, slight nsfw

you were surprised when your boyfriend texted you that he’s coming home, he was supposed to stay on the road for the next four days

but your excitement drowned your confusion. connor just had his third hat trick this season, and you’re more than proud of him after how bad his last game against the canadiens went, not to mention violent and brutal

you grinned at the memory of what the two of you did after the said game

he brought his pent up anger to your bedroom—no, actually your couch first. and then the bedroom. but you made sure to talk to him about your concerns

he said sorry and spooned you and treated you like his queen as he should afterwards

now they handed the jets’ asses to them. maybe rough sex is really what he needed

you turned the tv off after the game ended and went to your bedroom, walking straight to your bathroom and picking up some candles from the cupboard

you rarely do this, but you thought that connor deserves a reward for being the best player and the best boyfriend ever

you just finished preparing when you heard the front door open. then the sound of his voice that always woke up something inside you. “baby, i’m home.”

you tangled the ribbon of the robe you’re now wearing before walking out to meet him

he smiled when he saw you coming barefoot with an unintentional messy hair. for him, it still feels surreal to be coming home to you. no matter how sore his body was after the game, everything feels better with the sight of you

you equaled his smile before tiptoeing to reach him for a hug, and damn his height, you cursed softly

he chuckled before leaning down to you and kissing your neck. and then your lips. he lingered there, giving you small, soft kisses like he’s been on the road for a year

“you did really well today, love. i’m proud of you.”

“that was for you.”

“uhuh?” you smiled sweetly. you have planned out everything that will happen for the rest of the night. but your boyfriend just had to pull you out of your thoughts with another kiss. “come with me.”

you lead him to the bathroom where the warm water was already running. you set up candles and scents and everything that made the bathroom peaceful and calming

you looked at him and found his mouth slightly opened in surprise, taking in everything that you prepared. you kissed his jaw and his eyes moved to you with adoration

“strip, love.” you smiled at him

he didn’t hesitate before pulling off the shirt he’s wearing. you helped him a bit until he’s completely naked in front of you

not a second later, he pushed you against the bathroom wall and dipped in to your lips

you raised your eyebrow, silently reminding him of the little talk you had about aggression and post-game roughness

he smiled and said a small sorry before making his way to your lips again, but you pushed him slightly and shook your head. this wasn’t what you planned

“save the rough sex for when you lose, babe. i’m going to take care of you tonight.”

you pulled him towards the tub but he didn’t bulge. instead, he tugged you back. he switched off the water and lead you towards the shower. you tried resisting him but he shushed you with another kiss. seriously, this man knows your weakness and would gladly use it against you

“no, no. tonight, i’m the one to take care of you. because you are the best. the best girlfriend, the best best friend — don’t tell leon i said that — and i’m so over the fucking moon just thinking that i’m the one with you right now. i mean it, baby. you could have anyone you wanted, but you had me. i don’t know what i did in my past life to have you in this.”

you stared at him in awe. for some reasons, you had the exact same thoughts earlier. that’s why you did this in the first place

his hands traveled to the ribbons of your robe before whispering to you, “may i?”

you nodded. he tugged it and let it fall. he discarded your robe and tossed it away, giving you another passionate kiss before turning the shower on

water dripped onto your head, down to your shoulder blades. connor kissed every part of your body that was touched with water

but that was only that. he reached for the soap, made foam, and lathered it in your body. you tried doing the same for him but he swatted your hands away. “i’m babying you tonight. not the other way around.”

so you resorted to occasionally kissing him whenever you got the chance. his chest. his chin. his jaw. he was so focused on your body that his forehead was scrunched. you found it adorable and kissed it too

he then proceeded to shampooing your hair. he lathered and massaged your scalp, making you close your eyes because of how good it felt

you opened your eyes and saw him looking at you with pure adoration. you couldn’t help but lean forward and reach for his lips. he didn’t swat you away, this time, and kissed you back

“i love you, you know that?” you murmured

“yes, but not as much as i do.”

eventually, he let you do the same for him. you massaged each other’s scalp and body, with the occasional— no, frequent making out in between. but it doesn’t go farther from that. intimacy doesn’t always mean sex, and both of you understand that

in the end, you rinsed and put on a new robe. you stepped out of the bathroom to sit on your bed. connor leaned against the bathroom’s doorway, looking at you intently while still half naked

his brows suddenly creased as if he remembered something

“i don’t agree with the whole ‘rough sex’s only for when we lose’, babe.”

“yeah?” you grinned, because he really looked so hot and bothered now

“i don’t think the team will appreciate it when i purposely mess up just so i could have you,” he said again. you shook your head while chuckling. but his face remained serious. “we have to do something about it.”

he removed the towel covering his lower body and walked towards you, removing your robe and pushing you towards the bed. he kissed you passionately. one look and the both of you know what’s about to happen next

maybe rough sex is for when he wins, too

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isawrightless · 3 years

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love, we shine like a falling star

Leon Kennedy, Claire Redfield It's slow, this particular kiss. Gentle and sweet, demanding in its own promises.

Rating: M --- The death he finds in his drinks and the life he seeks in her kisses, a sharp contrast, she soothes away his pain with just a touch. And she's angelical, downright divine, and he's just a man with way too many problems and too many vices and sometimes, well, sometimes he thinks these vices are getting the best of him. But isn't she a vice, as well, isn't she the love of his life, the one he wants for forever, the one, his one, his girl? How does he go on about that, how does he even trust reality when she makes it possible for him to feel out of this world? When she’s like this, on her knees, head moving back and forth, lips wrapped tightly around his cock. His eyes are closed, right hand on the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair. His mouth hangs open when she hollows her cheeks and hums in appreciation; she loves his taste, loves to have him this way. It’s a secret she’s shared not too long ago---that sucking his cock makes her wet, sends her spiraling out of control, she could get off on that action alone. He's a lucky man, no doubt about it, a lucky and foolish man, drunk in love, drunk in her. He's hers until the universe wipes him out of this god-forsaken place, he's hers afterwards too, in the emptiness that follows, he'll wait for her there when it's time, he swears he will. She makes him hunch forward and moan when she swallows him deeper, takes him until his cock hits the back of her throat, holds him there until she gags and her eyes water. His heart beats fast and his hands shake as she slowly pulls back, her lips dragging along his shaft, his cock covered in spit and precome, her lips pink and swollen when she lets him slip away with a pop. “Fuck," he lets out in a breath. "I'm not gonna last like that, sweetheart." She smirks, wraps her hand around him and starts stroking, baby blue eyes scanning every reaction on his face. "No?" she teases. "You're not gonna last if I keep sucking you like that?" "Claire..." he thrusts into her hands, instinct speaking louder here, but he's still got some semblance of self-restraint. "What?" she instigates him further, holds him tighter, rubs her thumb over the head of his cock. "What if I want you to come in my mouth?" He groans at that, the mental image enough to make his cock twitch in anticipation. She knows exactly what she's doing, what she's saying, she knows it's one of his favorite things: to watch her swallow every drop he has to offer. And she always does such a good job, she's so sweet to him, so kind, takes everything---even after all this time, it means something, it has to. It means something that she welcomes him even after seeing the worst of him. That she touches his skin with an adoration he's certain he doesn't deserve. So he plays her game, reaches out and gently holds her chin up. "You'd just let me, wouldn't you?" he starts. "Would let me come down your throat like the good girl you are." She nods even though there's no need to. He smiles, grabs her by the arms and pulls her up to his lap so she's stradling him while he's sitting on the edge of the bed. He takes a moment to look at her, leans in and plants a small kiss in between the valley of her breasts, makes his way up until he reaches her neck, bites and sucks on the skin there, leaves a tiny, red mark, a small bruise that will be hidden by her hair but will be there nonetheless. His hands run up and down her sides, stop at her hips as he leans in to give her a kiss. It's slow, this particular kiss. Gentle and sweet, demanding in its own promises. She smiles in the middle of it, moans into his mouth, gives him a thrill when she gets lost in it, rolls her hips to get some relief from the ache between her legs. They're out of breath when they break apart. There's a slight flush on her face that makes him proud. He brings a hand up to her cheek, a gentle caress as he drags his thumb across her bottom lip. "I could use your pretty little mouth some more--" "Then do it," she says. "Do it, please," another roll of her hips, his cock trapped between their bodies,throbbing and hot. And she's a needy little thing, she is, when it comes to him at least. No other man has ever made her feel this way, no other man has made her crave for something as much as she craves for him, for any part of him, any form of comfort or touch. He shakes his head, smirking like a boy. Leaning in close, he buries his face on the crook of her neck, breathes in her scent, her perfume--jasmine with a hint of vanilla--only to then whisper in her ear, "But I want your cunt." There's a sharp intake of breath from her, as if his confession has traveled and trembled through her bones, but he's not the one in control here. No, he's a man with a stolen heart and an impossible need. Because holy hell, he needs her. Needs to taste her, to fuck her, to kiss her. He needs her smiles and minutes long kisses, needs her messy hair and grumpy face when it's too early in the morning, needs to hear her voice so he can be reminded that there's still good left in this world. He needs and she gives and he takes because she lets him. She's got him wrapped around her finger. She's so worked up and ready, she places her left hand on his shoulder to steady herself, reaches down with her right one, grabs his cock and gives it a light tug just to hear him gasp. She raises her hips slightly and guides him to her entrance, sinks down onto his length slowly, viciously so, until he's all the way in and she's looking down at him as if he's hung the stars in the sky himself. "Like this?", her tone is candid as she grinds against him, moans when she feels him so deep inside. He closes his eyes, his hands moving down to grab hold of her ass. "Yeah, fuck---" he breaks into a moan when she squeezes around him on purpose. Both arms on his shoulder now, she holds on to him, works her hips. His mouth finds her breasts, he licks and sucks into one, watches her throw her head back, neck exposed, hair falling behind her like a curtain. It's gotten long, her hair, as long as it was when they first met and she's beautiful anyway but this is too much, too much for him to handle. So he trails a hand up her back, grabs a fistful of her hair, she looks down at him, mesmerized, and he starts thrusting into her, still softly sucking on her breast. She tries to keep up with him but he holds her in place, god, he's strong and handsome and he's got her, he's got her---"L-Leon," she chokes, fingers digging into his skin. "You're so fucking gorgeous," he says, releasing her breast. Her nipples are hard, her left one slightly darker and wet with his saliva. "How are you so gorgeous?" Because I'm made for you, I'm made for you---she thinks and she wants to say it out loud but his thrusts are hard and fast, his pace is overwhelming, she can only close her eyes and feel him, she's so wet and good and he slips in and out of her easily. "You're gonna come for me, sweetheart?" he sounds absolutely wrecked as he buries his cock deeper and then grinds up into her, heart beating so fast he's certain she can hear it. "Gonna come on my cock?" "Yes," she lets out in a rushed breath. "Yes, please, I'm so close, god---fuck," her voice falters when he lets go of her hair and brings his hand down to press his thumb on her clit, caressing it in circular motions, applying the pressure he knows she likes. She makes this keen sound that is half a moan and half a sob and he just wishes every single day could be like this. "You're the only thing that makes sense, sweetheart, the only fucking thing," he says, watching her intently, the expression on her face--eyes closed, mouth open, a few strands of hair sticking to her lips, fingernails sharp on his shoulders--and he feels himself close to his own release. "So soft and perfect--yeah, that's it, come on my cock, be my good girl--" and she does, she does, cries out loud and tightens around him as it hits her, she clings to him and he holds her steady, keeps her safe, helps her ride out her orgasm, his thrusts now a bit slower and deliberate. She comes back from it dazed, holds his face in her trembling hands and leans down until her forehead is pressed against his. "You...you too, I want you---" "Want my come in you? That what you want?" he asks, voice hoarse. She tries to answer him but all she manages is a small nod together with a moan. He increases the pace then, goes harder, stares right into her eyes, the slapping sound of skin against skin filling the room until he thrusts into her one final time and comes with a raspy groan, cock pulsing and twitching, spilling inside her. Breathless, he stares right into her eyes and then looks down at her lips, manages to give her a quick kiss before dragging his mouth down her neck, turning his face and resting his right cheek on her chest, his arms wrapped around her frame, holding her close. She's panting, trying to calm down, and she moves one of her hands up his neck, buries her fingers in his hair and lightly scratches his scalp. They stay like that for a moment, both of them unable to let go. He's going soft inside her and they're both so sensitive that any kind of movement proves to be too much. A comfortable silence sets in, and there's no need to break it. Eventually she pulls back a little, smiles at him and slides off of his lap to lie on the bed, on her back. She can feel her slick and his come slipping out of her, running down her thighs in an obscene display of affection. She closes her eyes for just a second and when she opens them again he's lying right next to her, smiling too, some strands of hair sticking to his forehead due to the sweat on his skin. She fixes his hair for him and he catches her wrist mid-action, brings it close to his mouth and plants a small, quick kiss there on her pale skin. It spreads warmth throughout her body and she chuckles, prompting him to do the same and they lie there, content, in no hurry to be anywhere else. He counts the freckles across her nose in his head, adores every single of them, says, "I love you." It's a rare thing for him, for them, to say it out loud. They've both been robbed of so much sometimes it feels like tempting fate every time they utter such heavy words. "I love you, too,” she says. And he is, he truly is, a man of vices and sorrows and regrets and traumas. He's broken in too many places. Shattered. But he's also a man of his word and he means it with every cell in his body that, in this whole goddamn world, she is the only thing that makes sense.

#cleon #claire redfield #leon kennedy #leon s. kennedy #resident evil #claire/leon

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