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osachiyo · 8 months

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⊹ note. . .stole this idea from my wife's thoughts :( so sorry stinky but it was too hot− you are truly a genius <3 ya'll she did one here so go check hers out as well !!! >:( | no warnings, it's pretty straightfoward− you ride kolya's face with clown makeup on <3 kolya eats ass btw he told me (mdni)

↓ divider is by @/cafekitsune !! :D

you finally pulled away from your boyfriend− the clownish makeup suiting him perfectly. it was totally his style too, and he loved it. though you will say, the process of actually putting the makeup on him was quite....exhausting. he kept touching random products and asking you stupid questions like−

"hey- baby, what does this do?" he was holding up a container of concealer, pumping some out and rubbing it on his hands like soap. you quickly snatched the bottle away from him− facepalming as he sniffed his hand and looked up at you with a grin. "don't waste the product, kolya! this was like− 30 dollars!" you scolded, putting it away from his reach. nikolai only pouted before sitting still and letting you resume your work.

yeah, that was very irritating but whatever, right? at least the suffering was worth the final product. god, did he look like the most handsome clown ever− towering over you with a malicious grin as he slowly backed you up against the wall. "my my, what a pretty lady we have here? why has such a beauty like you come to this humble clown?" ugh, was he really getting into character right now? whatever, you figured it would be fun to play along, right?

"well, mister clown, I wanted to see what tricks you have up those sleeves of yours~" you spoke slowly, feigning innocence as you gave him your best doe-eyes, getting on your tippy toes to wrap your arms around the so called "clown's" neck− his lips stretching to reveal a downright maniacal grin as he gripped your waist, "oh my ! well, I'd be glad to show you a very... special trick of mine.."

and that's how you ended up seated comfortably on nikolai's face− him being nose deep into your gushing cunt as you gripped the headboard. "f-fuck− kolya! feels so good.." you babbled, basically humping his face− the lipstick you put on him earlier now completely smudged, some of it even stained your inner thighs− and of course on your pretty little clit.

he didn't tease− nor did he want to this time, much to your surprise. and who were you to complain when his tongue was buried deep inside of you? his pointy nose nudging your clit as he devoured you like his very last meal on earth. his hands were grabbing the plush globes of your ass− fingernails digging into the soft fat which were for sure to leave marks the following morning.

"s-shit− doll," he moaned into your cunt, eyes rolling back behind closed lids as he went drunk from your taste. you tasted like the sweetest ambrosia to him and god, was it nasty how his tongue pulled out of your pussy to lick at your puckered hole− a squeal leaving your mouth at the new sensation. your hips were shaking at this point, nails digging into the hard wood of your bedpost and leaving small indents. kolya only snickered at your reaction before going back to slurp at your cunt.

you felt borderline intoxicated by the feeling of his tongue pushing in and out− nose repeatedly brushing against your swollen clit and something in you finally snapped.

nikolai let out a guttural groan when you grabbed a fistful of his snowy hair before grinding down on his face. his eyes widened momentarily at your bold move, slurping your juices with even more ferocity and eagerness− he was desperate to have you cum all over his mouth.

and you did, squirting all over his face with a broken moan leaving your plump lips− your lover happily gulping down everything you had to offer.

you finally got off his face once he was done cleaning you up, and god was he drenched. nikolai's face was flushed down to his neck, the makeup completely ruined− leaving him looking utterly debauched. a sleazy grin splayed on his swollen red lips but his eyes held mischief, "didn't expect you to squirt f'me, sweetheart. should've done this ages ago."

"yeah, yeah− lets clean up now, hm?" you sighed, running a hand through your mess of a ponytail. "oh, but we haven't even gone to the good part yet~" he pouted, wrapping his arms around you as he buried his face into your neck, breathing in your scent.

"I'll suck you o−!" you got cut off by your own yelp when nikolai picked you up by the back of your knees− your back flush against his heaving chest.

"nuh uh, dove. i'm gonna fuck you and fill you up till i'm satisfied.." he laughed, slapping the tip of his cock against your sensitive cunt.

"after all.. you wanted to see what tricks this clown has up his sleeves, right?"

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yourlocaldisneyvillain · 11 months

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...the unholy flames of ♥kink!week♥ burn brightly...

(don't know what kink week is? click here!)

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∼ on this unholy wednesday we explore the unsafe and the insane, but we stay in the realm of consensual — for now ∼

∼ day three brings us our beloved headmistress ♥ Larissa Weems ♥ ∼

∼ tags and the fic are under the cut ∼

♥ i've worked very hard on this series — it was a huge project to undertake and i would very much appreciate if you left me comments with your thoughts and impressions — you already know they make my heart sing ♥ (AO3 link — i prefer it to tumblr vastly)

tags: #foot fetish #face-fucking #stiletto heels #high heels #heel blow job #toe sucking #degradation #degradation kink #verbal humiliation #humiliation #toxic relationship #unhealthy relationships #dom/sub #masturbation #orgasm denial #orgasm delay #mistress/slave undertones #mean!larissa weems #dom!larissa weems #kink!week

pathetic (clicking on the title will lead you to ao3)

“Pathetic.” Larissa’s voice is tainted with disgust. She smushes your cheek with the sole of her red stiletto pump. “You’re only fit to be dirt under my shoe.”

You whimper, and she presses on your face harder. “I know you get off on this, slut. I bet you’re wet right now.”

It’s true — and you’re so ashamed, but you don’t want her to stop. You press your thighs together, wanting to give yourself some sort of relief, and she immediately notices. In a swift move, she removes her foot from your face and kicks your legs apart, then jams the pointy toe of her pump against your pussy — hard. You wince in pain and take in a sharp breath, but you don’t cry out — she forbade you to speak beforehand.

“You disgust me,” she spits out. Her nose scrunches as she says it, and you hate yourself because you can’t stop thinking about how attractive she looks when her face is twisted with disgust for you.

She moves her foot away from your crotch and walks away, heels clicking on the wooden floor of her office — and then the sound stops. You can’t see where exactly she is because you’re lying on the floor, facing the ceiling.

“Crawl.”

You immediately get on all fours. Your pussy aches where she hit you, your knees burn as they press against the hard floor, and you can feel how wet you are as you crawl. You think how pathetic you must look — crawling on all fours in her office, clad only in your now completely soaked underwear. You know she’ll make you stay in those for the rest of the day.

She’s leaning against her desk, her legs crossed at the ankles, staring down at you like a queen looking down upon a worthless servant. You take her in, your mouth watering as your gaze wanders from her beautiful face to her elegant neck, then to her small breasts and the soft curve of her belly, to her wide hips and her thick thighs pulling the dress taut.

“Who gave you permission to gawk? Eyes at my feet.”

You immediately obey. Her feet and calves look delectable in red pumps that match her lips and nails. You fix your gaze onto them as you crawl to her, stopping at her feet.

“Lie down on your back. You can look at me now.”

You do as you’re told. “That’s it. Roll over like a fucking dog.”

She pokes your cheek with her stiletto heel, softly at first, then pressing harder — so hard it hurts. “I could just do this all day and you’d be grateful for the attention. Such a needy, worthless whore.”

She brings the heel of her shoe to your lips. “Suck.”

You start sucking on the thin heel as she pushes it in and out of your mouth.

“You love having your mouth fucked, don’t you, slut?” she says, her voice growing husky with lust. You suck on the heel harder, taking it deeper into your mouth — as much of it as you can. She lets out a quiet gasp, as if she can feel it. “That’s it, take all of it.”

She fucks your mouth slowly and deeply, pushing the heel in so far that you gag, and then pulling out almost all the way. You lick and suck on it fervently. Your back hurts from lying on the hardwood floor, but you pay it no mind — all your attention is solely focused on the goddess above you.

You watch her, mesmerised, as she abuses your mouth. She looks beautiful, her chest slightly heaving, her cherry red lips parted, her eyes dark with desire. You never break eye contact — not even as tears blur your vision when you gag on her heel. You just can’t get enough of her blue eyes and the lust reflected in them.

She starts going faster, breathing hard as she pushes the heel in and out, her movements growing more urgent by the second until suddenly she pulls the heel fully out of your mouth with a wet pop. With her other foot, she quickly kicks the shoe off. It tumbles to the ground next to your head. You notice her toenails are also painted the same red as her pumps.

She forces all of her toes inside of your mouth and continues to fuck your mouth with her bare foot, making you drool and whimper. You lick and suck on her toes, trying to take in as much of her as you can, and she moans and grips the table harder.

“Suck on each toe,” she breathes out.

You take her big toe in your mouth first, sucking on it hard, and she draws in a sharp breath. You take your time worshipping each toe and soon she starts letting out soft moans, and then she’s lifting up her skirt and slipping her hand between her legs. She starts rubbing her clit as you continue to reverently suck on her toes.

“Tongue out,” she commands, then pulls her toes out and pushes the sole of her foot over your open mouth, rubbing it on your tongue. “Fuck yes,” she says through gritted teeth, moving her foot faster and faster, rubbing her sole back and forth over your tongue, smushing your face and hitting your nose with her toes.

Her movements are growing more and more frantic — she frenetically slides her foot over your face and feverishly rubs her clit. The air is filled with your soft whimpers, her moans, and the slick sound of her wetness.

“Suck,” she then says and pushes her toes back in your mouth, her voice breathy with lust. “I wanna fuck your face when I come.”

You lick and suck on her toes as she starts rubbing her clit even faster. “You love it when I fuck your face with my foot, hm? Suck, don’t stop,” she pants out. “Pathetic slut, only good for having your face fucked — ah! — fucking dirt under my feet — mmm, fuck—” she cries out, pushing herself over the edge, pressing her thighs together as her belly muscles contract and her brows furrow, her mouth opening in a silent cry.

You continue sucking and licking until she pulls her toes out of your mouth. She gently rubs her pussy through the aftershocks, watching you with hooded eyes, as she smears your own saliva all over your face with her foot. When she comes down from her high, she removes her foot from your face and pulls her discarded heel closer with her toes, before sliding her foot inside of it again.

You lie on the floor, waiting for further instruction. Your back aches, your pussy throbs, and your panties are absolutely soaked. You can still feel the salty aftertaste of her foot in your mouth — you adore it.

You’ve been so good. You hope she will reward you with an orgasm — at least let you get yourself off. However, she pays no attention to you as she pulls her dress back down over her thighs, smoothing it, nor as she grabs the disinfectant from her desk and rubs it over her hands. She leaves you lying on the floor as she circles her desk, heels clicking. You can hear her sitting down in her chair.

“Mistress?” you ask.

“Did I say you could speak?”

“But—”

Her phone rings.

“Hello, Principal Weems speaking,” she answers, voice perfectly level and professional, as if she didn’t just come all over her fingers with her foot in your mouth.

You lie on the floor, listening to her talk on the phone. It’s taking forever, and you’re in pain, and still so incredibly aroused and frustrated. However, you don’t move — you wait for her to tell you what to do.

After a torturously long time, she gets up from her desk, walks around it, and then stands above you, phone in her hand. You hear someone talk on the other end of the line, but you can’t make out what they’re saying. You catch her gaze and give her a pleading look, but she only gestures with her perfectly manicured arm, for you to get lost.

“But—” you start, but she gives you a look that makes you immediately get up from the floor and scurry towards the pile of your discarded clothes. You dress, stealing glances at her, but she pays no mind to you. She’s still talking on the phone, saying the occasional “yes” and “of course” while absentmindedly nodding.

Once fully dressed, you walk to her desk, your panties uncomfortably wet and sticky with every step you make. You stand next to her chair, trying to get her attention. She ignores you for a bit, and then finally deigns to eye you up and down, a disinterested look in her eyes.

“Yes,” she says to the person on the other end of the line as she grabs a piece of paper and a pen from her desk. “We can discuss that at the parents’ conference next Thursday.”

She scribbles down on the paper. When she’s done, she pushes it towards you. She waits a couple of seconds for you to read it.

Tomorrow, 7pm sharp. Don’t touch yourself until then. Stay in these knickers until the end of the day. If you disobey, I’ll know.

She then turns towards the window in her office chair, not sparing you another glance, taking the paper and crushing it in her fist. You know she will burn it later — destroy the evidence of your shameful rendezvous.

You leave her office with a knot in your stomach. It’s nothing new — you feel terrible every time. Your relationship is sick and twisted and toxic, and you know you should end it. You could end it if you wanted to. She wouldn’t want the scandal of it all. She’d leave you alone if you threatened to report her.

If only you didn’t crave it so much.

You know one day you’ll grow tired of it — however, that day is not today, and it isn’t tomorrow either, for you show up at her office at 7pm sharp, like she told you.

“Pathetic,” she spits while you massage her feet, and then repeats it later after she lets you get off by humping her shoe.

You agree with her.

♥ big thanks to @opheliauniverse for beta reading ♥

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ladylooch · 4 months

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The End of the Spiral [Lio Meier]

A/N: Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU! for all the love on the crazy ride that has been Lio's spiral. I had so many pinch me moments during these parts. I am always in awe at how incredible you all are in your support for my work! I hope you enjoy the conclusion and the new Lio 😘

Word Count: 5k

ICYMI Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

She smelled incredible. Effervescently addictive. Like the roses in his Mom’s garden in Switzerland or the wild flowers in the Swiss alps. She has always smelled good, but tonight his senses are assaulted with her. Maybe it’s the lust. It claws at his skin, drowns his lungs and stirs him awake in places he wants to feel her wrapped around.

“Fuck.” Lio moans into her neck, then sucks her skin. Normally, he would bite, but tonight he sucks. He needs to hear Savannah’s airy sigh as she surrenders a little more to him. Just like that. Her body weight settles heavier against him. He pulls her off the wall, licking his lips as he surveys her flushed skin. Her blonde hair poofs wildly from his hands. She grins up at him, blue eyes wide with need.

Their eyes stay connected and Lio can sense it. The way his heart beats harder in his chest to the point that it almost aches. The way his pupils blow wider at her little giggle and crinkle in her nose because she thinks he is taking too long to continue. He knows her. Unlike any woman he has ever held in his hands before. He can read her, anticipate what she is going to do next before she even thinks it. His bones ache with the belief that she feels the same for him.

Everything that once was rushed, becomes slow. Savannah’s hands come to Lio’s hips. She gently begins to push up his shirt, exposing the taut skin of his abdomen. He lifts his arms for her. The soft cotton drifts to the floor of her hallway. Maintaining eye contact, Lio brings his fingers to the zipper at the side of her hip. He pulls it down. Her skirt collects in a pool at her feet. Then, her shirt joins the other articles of clothing on the wood floor. She brings her arms around his neck, kissing him with open mouth nudges until he is lifting her by the back of her thighs. Into the bedroom they go, Lio trips over a pair of shoes she left in a haste by the door.

“I’m sorry!” Savannah laughs once he regains his balance.

“ ’S okay.” He mumbles, laying her back on the bed.

Savannah bites her lip as Lio pulls her black tights off one at a time. He is slow, watching the black fabric like an addict as every inch of their slip gives him more of what he needs- her. The first leg slips off her foot, revealing ruby red toes. He smiles, kissing them to hear her giggle. She is so ticklish. His dimples practically piercing through his cheeks and into his mouth from smiling so wide. Fuck, he loves how she makes him feel. How effortless and warm their nights are together. Like a sacred home he didn’t think was out there for him.

Lio blinks and the scene jumps to Savannah spread out in front of him after he made her orgasm into his mouth for the first time. He can remember it clearly now. How sweet she was. How hard she gripped his hair. How loudly and proudly she moaned his name. Her breasts rise and fall rapidly, pointy pink peaks cutting the air in her bedroom. Lio kisses his wet mouth along her soaked folds, gathering as much of her taste as he can before he pulls away. His sweet girl. His. No one else’s.

“Need you, Lee.” She whimpers, reaching for him. He laces their fingers together, then hovers over her, rubbing his pulsing head between her silky folds. He hits her tight entrance and pushes in. She accepts him completely, a dire moan extending from his mouth right into hers. Her legs wrap around his strong hips, keeping his thrusts deep. Their chests press together, mouths assaulting each other, noses colliding with each pump.

“Oh.” She sighs, releasing his fingers. Her arms come to his back, one into his hair to tug at his brown strands, the other resting on his shoulder. “Lee, look at me.” Her hand comes to his chin, keeping their gazes locked, thumbing his bottom lip. Her blue eyes search his.

Lio takes her in below him, so blissed out on this fiery connection. His chest balloons. Irresistibly, he softens into her body, bringing his hands under her back to collect on the tops of her shoulders. He changes the angle even deeper. Savannah’s walls collapse in on him, signaling her impending orgasm. Lio fucks inside her rapidly, insistent presses into her welcoming heat at a delicious angle. Their bodies couldn’t be closer. Their gazes stay on each other’s eyes. Sex has never been this good, this addictive. He’s never missed it this much before it was over. His balls clamp tighter with her next spasm around him. He closes his eyes in ecstasy for a moment.

“Cum inside of me, Lee.” She pleads. “I want you smeared between my thighs in the morning.” He chuckles, then kisses her again.

This would be the first time for them to do that and he wants it as bad as she does. He races them towards it with his hips. She arches her back into him, breasts squishing into his pecks. He takes everything she has to give before he allows himself to have the favor returned. Hot ropes collect on her walls from his cock. He groans at how wonderful it feels to have both of them mixed together inside of the woman he loves.

In his memory, Lio collapses onto Savannah, then rolls her onto his chest.

Presently, he lets a leather chair catch his flannel covered back. He rubs at his face dejectedly, pushing his hair back under the rim of his Swiss hockey hat. He blows out a heavy sigh, letting himself come back to the room he is in, disappearing from Savannah’s bedroom. There are college degrees on the wall, fancy bound books and plush furniture meant to create a comfortable space for you to relive the worst of the worst.

“What are you thinking?” The man across from him asks.

“That I was in love with her then. And I am still in love with her now.” Lio whispers. He sits up. “And that I blew it up on purpose because I didn’t think I could be what she deserved. The way she looked at me afterwards….” Lio trails off for a moment. Hunched forward on his knees, his thumb pushes against his puffy, bottom lip. He had been dragging it between his teeth the entire time he relived the most intimate moment he had ever shared with another person. “I knew it would hurt like hell to lose her. So, why not lose her then? Before it got more complicated and hard.”

“What did that protect you from?”

“Nothing.” Lio clenches his jaw. “Absolutely nothing.”

“What is next with you and Savannah?”

“I’m not sure. I know what I want it to be though.” He drops his gaze to the carpet squares that have various widths of straight lines running across them. “Me and her forever.”

“Mmm, let’s end there.” The man’s measured voice brings Lio a sense of peace. So many things have started becoming clear to him. Things he had wondered and searched his whole life for now have a lens of clarity. A notebook shuts, then is set on the desk to the right.

“Great session today, Lio. You worked through complex emotions with more ease than I have seen from you in the weeks we have been working together. You should be proud of yourself. I am proud of how directly you are facing this.” Dr. Keith says as he stands from his chair, gesturing for Lio to head towards the door. “Let’s continue that next week.”

“Thank you.” Lio says, shrugging his jacket back onto his shoulders.

Two months ago, at the urging of Emma and Lucie, Lio started to see Dr. Keith to work through the complex issues that have brought him here. The childhood disconnects, feeling undeserving of love, and the unbearable pressure of performing in the best hockey league in the world. It is more complex and difficult than Lio imagine at first. It’s also hard. Really hard to be vulnerable and go to places he would rather not. But living the way he was before, when he almost lost everything, is a place Lio can’t afford to go back to. So every week, he sits in that huge, brown leather chair, picking at his nails and sorting through the messed up puzzle that is his life.

“You are off to the West Coast?” Dr. Keith wonders as he walks Lio towards the lobby.

“Yeah. Seattle tonight.”

“Ah. Well, good luck rejoining the team tomorrow. I’m looking forward to hearing about it next session. Take care of yourself, Lio” Dr. Keith parts with his standard message.

With a final wave, Lio steps into the winter air, shrugging his collar up higher on his neck. Now to the next hard thing of the day, his first plane ride since October.

Lio’s struggles with post-concussion syndrome have been continuous for the last three months. He has slowly ramped back up to skating, suffering two big set backs, the last one three weeks ago. He has attempted patience, explored eastern medicine treatments too, but the reality is, just like his mental health, his physical health needs some time to straighten it’s self out. For a boost and to reward progress, the team training staff decided he should come with on the next Devils road trip. He is thrilled to be back on the road with the guys.

And Savannah.

He has seen her a lot the last few weeks. It’s strange. He wondered if he would see her less, but it turns out being out of the game means more face time with her. He has found many ways to capitalize on it. Like earlier this week, he found her curled into a seat in the stands during practice. She had been on her phone, not seeing him sneak up next to her. He tapped her shoulder, watching as her long, blonde hair cascaded down her back when she turned to look.

“Hi. Thought you could use some coffee.”

“Oh, thanks! I forgot my cup on the counter this morning and the vending machine coffee is not doing it for me.” He hadn’t known that, but is pleased with his good timing. He hands the white cup over. She takes a sip, then sighs contently, rolling her shoulders inward as if to snuggle with herself.

“You remembered my coffee order?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?” She laughs, surprised.

“Because you said it matters to you when people remember the little things.” Her sculpted eyebrows dash up in curiosity.

“Like coffee orders and favorite flowers?” She ponders.

“Peonies are an excellent flower choice.” He responds, then looks back to the ice, taking a sip of his drink. The silence between them is filled by skate blades, pucks and sticks. Savannah takes another sip of her coffee too, then turns more towards Lio.

“That flower shop down the street from my place must have stopped selling peonies. Haven’t had any mysterious deliveries since last Spring.”

“Nah. The sender just realized this wasn’t only about him.” He keeps his gaze on the ice, biting his top lip. “Maybe the recipient didn’t want to be reminded of him every week.”

A few days later, him and Savannah had caught the same elevator down to the locker room. There had been some water collecting in the hallway outside the Zamboni tunnel. Savannah’s heels slipped on the water, but Lio caught her before she landed hard on her butt. Her fingers had gripped his arm tightly, reminding him of before. When she was breathless beneath him and needed something to anchor her to the world.

He wants to be that anchor for her again.

The way she had looked at him still sends shivers down his spine days later. He can still imagine her finger prints pressing into his bicep too.

When Lio gets onto the plane that afternoon, the boys are pumped. He is high-fiving and fist bumping his teammates. They’re dealing him into the poker game the minute they get the all clear after take off. It’s a long flight out to Seattle and Lio has some sense of normalcy returning as they all talk and shoot the shit.

Savannah is in the front of the plane with management and the coaching staff. He doesn’t see her the whole flight, not until he files onto the bus with the rest of the team. She is dressed in black dress pants, a light blue sweater and silver boots. She smiles at him politely as he passes her. Lio stops. Clarity for what he needs to do next smacks him in the face as if he is in the middle of therapy having an ‘aha’ moment. He turns back around, apologizing to a rookie as he steps out of the aisle.

“Savannah?” Lio calls to her quietly.

“Lio?” She responds. He feels his limbs turn to goo hearing his name fall from her lips. He steps forward another row, then sits down in the seat across the aisle from her.

“Have you ever been to the Starbucks Roastery?” A line forms on her forehead.

“No?”

“Would you want to go with me tomorrow?” Savannah licks her lips, looking to the front of the bus with wide eyes. Two more players pass between them as Lio awaits her answer. If she says no, it might kill him.

“Ahm.” Savannah looks back at him, searching his face. “Sure. Yeah.”

“Great. I’ll um, see you there tomorrow? At 9?” She nods, blinking and looking away when the coaches come on board. Lio stands, then walks back to his spot on the bus. Several teammates give him weird looks. He doesn’t care. He’s waited long enough to have this conversation with her.

It’s not going to get any easier. He knows nothing about the hard part is over.

All of that waits him tomorrow.

- - -

Surprisingly, it is Savannah who is first to arrive at the roastery the following morning. Probably because Lio spent over an hour staring at himself in the bathroom, saying his jumbled thoughts out loud. The problem with preparing this is he has no idea what her response is going to be. Lio has several things he wants to say to her. Firstly, to apologize for his horrendous and irresponsible behavior. Second, to tell her he loves her like he should have months before this. And third, to accept the consequences of his actions.

Even if that means he leaves the same way he enters: alone.

He heads to the counter, seeing Savannah already has a cup in front of her. He orders a cappuccino, then waits for it to be set at the end of the bar before he heads over to her table.

“Hi.” He says shyly as she curiously looks at him settling into his chair.

“Hi.” She smiles. Lio is so nervous. This is not his hotel bathroom. She is a living breathing person who holds his heart in her hands across the table. One word and she could crunch him back into the black hole he barely made it out of. No, he can’t let that happen. He has come too far.

“Thanks for coming.” She nods, then crosses her legs under the table.

“Is this my intervention?” She quips, sensing how nervous he is. Lio swallows hard, trying for a light laugh. It comes out like a honk.

“Um, no, maybe mine though?” He sighs. He nervously flicks his eyes over her face, pausing at her full mouth. “Sav.” Her eyes close when he says her nickname. Hope blossoms in Lio’s heart. “There is so much I’ve been wanting to say to you.”

“After all this time?” Savannah points out bluntly.

“Yeah…” He trails off, looking down into his cup for a moment. “I never felt like the time was right.”

“That is an excuse, Lio.”

“It is. You’re absolutely right. But I’m so sorry about what I did. I recognize how late this is, but I felt you deserved this. I don’t expect anything from this. I understand that some things can’t be mended, shouldn’t be mended either. If our relationship is one of those things, I accept full responsibility for that.” He looks down at the table and sighs heavily. “But…. Selfishly, I need you to know that I am in love with you.” Their blue gazes connect. Savannah visibly shutters and straightens. “I could see a whole life of us together. I want that. But I understand if you don’t see a future for us or want one with me anymore.”

Savannah drops her gaze from his, rubbing at the print of her lipstick on the coffee mug. Lio stops, trying to gather more courage. But Savannah starts talking.

“How do you know that you love me now?”

“Because I loved you then. In your place, that night we made love. When you trusted me that I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.” Lio swallows hard. “Then I let you down. You gave me your heart and I dropped it. I hurt you and did inexcusable things afterwards, thinking running away would save me. I am so sorry.”

The look on her face when she showed up at his apartment crosses his mind.

You’re hurting me, Lio.

A wave of nausea passes over him. Fuck, how is she so good? Too good for him. His inner demons begin to spring to life, whispering dark words of his undeserving character. Flaws on flaws while she sits there willing and attempting to understand.

“Loving me is one thing, but how do I know this won’t happen again?”

“I won’t let it.”

“How? What will stop you the next time you’re freaking out? You haven’t done this before, Lio. There are going to be so many more moments where you’re going to be faced with fight or flight. How do I know you won’t run?”

“I just won’t. I’m going to stay. I’m going to grab your hand and pull you in and say I’m scared but we are going to do this together. You’re the only person I want to do life with. It’s why I told you everything this summer in Switzerland. I needed you to know what I was going through and the baggage I am still bringing to the table now. I’m not perfect. I will fuck up again. But I’m going to stay.” He shakes his head. “I hope that’s enough for you. I understand you’ll have to decide if it is.”

“I think you’re wrong.” She extends out the last word while shaking her head. Lio’s heart jolts out of his rib cage and into his throat. Then her teary blue eyes meet his. A new slash scrapes his heart at seeing her so visibly upset. “You keep saying old you and that you’ve changed, but to me, you’re still you, Lio. This is who you are. Those times? It didn’t feel like you. There was so much pain and turmoil in you that night.”

“Don’t make excuses for me.” Lio whispers.

“I’m not. What you did wasn’t okay and it was shitty and you’re right, it really hurt me. It hurt you too.” She nods, then brings her pointer fingers up to collect her tears in the corners of her eyes. “But you were in a dark place. You didn’t love you. I knew you couldn’t love me either. Or whoever that was in your apartment.”

Savannah looks away, blue eyes gazing out to the wet Seattle street. She tucks her bottom lip into her mouth, crossing her arms tighter over her chest. The lights of the coffee shop bounce off her blonde highlights and the blush along her perfect cheek bones. Anxiously, Lio takes a small sip of his cappuccino. He waits, not expecting what she says next.

“So I have to ask you, do you love you now? Because you said you love me, but do you love yourself?” Lio contemplates, then slowly nods.

“I do. Even the part of me that hurt you.” Suddenly, unexpectedly, Savannah grins. She stands up, crossing the foot of distance to grab Lio’s face. Then she kisses him. Lio is so taken aback, it takes him a moment to realize what is happening. But then he acts. He turns in his seat, knees bumping into hers then he tugs. She falls onto his lap and he rushes a hand through her hair. His other hand goes to the small of her back, pulling her as flush to him as she can get.

“I love you, Lio.” She murmurs, fluttering kisses along his mouth, up his nose, to his forehead. Lio’s eyes stay closed, long after her kisses stop. Savannah’s airy laugh rushes along his face. “Lio!”

“I don’t wanna open my eyes in case this is a dream.”

“It’s not. It’s real life. Happening right now. A hot woman who wants to make out with you more is on your lap.” Lio opens his eyes, then brings his hand to the back of her neck. This time, Lio kisses her. He drags his tongue through her mouth, gathering as much of her taste as he can get. Savannah rocks forward with her hips and Lio startles. “Sorry.” She smirks, not at all sorry about what now settles between their hips.

“Now what?” She whispers to him afterwards.

“I don’t know.” He shakes his head. He puts his forehead onto her sternum, resting his nose in her cleavage. Her fingers card through his hair, then rest on the back of his head.

“I can’t wait to figure it out with you.” She sighs, resting her cheek next to her hand in his hair.

The dizziness Lio has felt for the last 9 months halts. In it’s wake is a sense of peace and the warmth of Savannah.

This is what he had been fighting for. Through the darkness and the crippling loneliness, this is what he had been going through the ringer for. The light at the end of the tunnel. The sunshine of a new, purposeful life that he is worthy of.

And it is finally here, arriving right on time, packaged up in a petite blonde who he will keep safe for the rest of his life.

“Sav?”

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

- - -

Red and white lights swirl on the glassy surface of the ice in front of Lio as he sprints out of the home tunnel. He’s back. Finally back after months and months of clawing from the bottom of concussion hell. He was cleared to practice last week and with no set backs again, he was cleared for contact and is making his storming return.

Lio feels good tonight. He knows he has a goal or two in him.

He does his first lap, purposefully keeping his gaze on the ice as always. Then his third lap, his eyes trail along the glass. There they all are: his parents, his siblings, Lucie, Mack, Stella, and the love of his life Savannah. He slams his stick right on Savannah’s chest as he swirls by, laughing at the way she jumps out of her skin. He feels her playful glare across the ice as he slips a puck into the top right corner. He grins at her as he comes back around. He stops suddenly, spraying snow onto Stella. She squeals then presses her small palms on the glass. He double taps them then grits his teeth at her as she roars back at him.

“Ooooo you so tough, Stelly!” He calls. Stella frantically pats at her mom’s arm. Lucie helps Stella take off her jacket. Stella spins, showing the back of her Devils shirt has been bedazzled with Uncle Lee and 96. Lio puckers his lips and Stella blows him a kiss back.

During the game, he feels the energy of the crowd as they cheer for him every time he touches the puck. Electricity courses through his veins with the desire to produce for his team. Two goals back to back end up in the net. He just misses an empty netter for the hat trick, but the team gets their two points, which is all that matters to him.

He is quick to undress, knowing he has a pack of people waiting for him to visit with after the game. His hair is still a little wet as he runs his fingers through it before putting his shirt back on. Savannah is outside the locker room when he comes out. She steps backwards, away from another front office member towards Lio. She grips the buttons of his shirt with her fist then tugs. He falls down onto her lips. He smiles into their kiss, loving such public affection from his new girlfriend.

“Good game, stud.”

“Thank you, babe. You still coming to dinner?”

“Of course. Give me like fifteen. I’ll come down when I’m done.” She kisses him again. Lio gets bold, brushing her butt with his fingers, then begrudgingly dropping his hand. She smirks. Mmmm, she wants him to continue those wandering hands later. Lio pulls his suit jacket back on his shoulders as he walks towards the family waiting area.

He can’t help but smile when he sees them all. They’re laughing, all listening to Liv speak while Stella spins and spins and spins in the center of the group. She is off balance when she sees him, gripping Lucie’s leg to stay balanced. Then she sprints to where he is. He crouches down, picking her up and tossing her up high into the air. He catches her effortlessly, then tucks her into his chest for a hug.

“Hi good luck charm.”

“Hi!!!!!!” He can smell the cotton candy on her breath. He kisses her cheek then sets her back down. She runs back to Lucie, spinning around through all the adults to continue being the center of attention.

He gives hugs around to all of his family members, the only one missing being Connor. He is on a road trip in Dallas right now, but Lio had a text from Connor after the game.

Glad that didn’t happen against my team. Happy for ya. Love you. See you next week 😈

Ah yes, they play the Rangers again for another battle. This time, David won’t be getting the best of him.

“We should head out to make our reservation.” His mom says after glancing at her watch. She steps forward, kissing his cheek. “I am so proud of you, Lee.”

“Thanks, mama.” He murmurs, hugging her close. His dad steps forward next, clasping him into a tight hug. Lio smiles, sensing his dad is feeling emotional when he grips tighter to Lio’s shoulders. Of course he loved and wanted Lio. How couldn’t Lio have seen it before when this is how his dad has hugged him his entire life?

“Proud of you. For more than just the game tonight.” Lio nods in agreement.

“I have the best big brother.” Liv giggles, throwing her arms around his shoulders. He squeezes her back tight. The only one who didn’t leave him during all of this turmoil. He hasn’t been in the past, but he’s going to be the best big brother like she deserves going forward.

The only two left with him are Lucie and Stella.

“You coming?”

“I can’t. Someone has to get this one to bed.” Lio nods in understanding. “You looked great out there tonight.” Lucie murmurs. “Not just as a player, but as a man. You seem at peace.”

“I am. Thank you… for everything.”

“Besties for the resties.” She snickers. “Come over for breakfast Sunday? Bring Sav. Con will be home.”

“I don’t think we can make it.” The Devils have the next few days off and he plans on locking her in his apartment. It’s the first extended off period since they reunited in Seattle.

“And here I was complimenting you for changing. You’re still a whore.” Lucie smirks.

“I have changed. I only do that for one woman now.” Lucie laughs, then leans forward so Stella can give him a hug.

“Bye, Stell. Thanks for coming to my game.”

“Bye Lee Lee.” She sighs, closing her eyes tightly as she clutches her mom’s neck.

Off Lucie goes in the direction the rest of his family went. Lio puts his hands in his pockets, then turns towards the Devils locker room area. Coming down the ramp of the arena is his gorgeous girlfriend. Her light tan heels clack the concrete as she types fast on her phone. Her pass and blonde pony tail bounce buoyantly with each step she takes. Lio smiles wide, watching her approach with feasting blue eyes. She nibbles the inside of her cheek, then pushes her blue light blocking glasses up her nose before resuming her furious texting. She is almost going to walk by him, but he steps in front of her. She stops suddenly, hands hitting his chest as he encloses her in his arms to keep her steady.

“Hi!” She exclaims. “I need my coat from upstairs, then we can go.”

“I’ll come with you.” He entwines their fingers, then they continue her trajectory together. They gather her jacket and purse from the press box area. Lio holds her coat up from behind so she can glide her arms easily in. Savannah chuckles as Lio gathers the end of her pony tail out from the collar.

“Someone needs to tell the press how soft this man has become for a woman.”

“I’ll do an on-the-record interview right now.”

“But if we’re on the record, I can’t do this.” She grabs his suit jacket, pulling him down to her. Her tongue strokes his between his lips. He sighs happily.

Yeah, he only messes around with one woman these days.

But what a woman she is.

#Lio & Lucie

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