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📅 On August 29, 2003, the first version of Skype was released, revolutionizing how people communicate over the Internet. Developed by Scandinavian entrepreneurs Niklas Zennström and Janus Friis, in collaboration with Estonian developers Ahti Heinla, Priit Kasesalu, and Jaan Tallinn, Skype set a new standard for online communication.

🌍 Today, Skype is owned by Microsoft, but its impact on how we connect across the globe remains undeniable.

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Thirsty Thursday - Buzzed

steddie, omegaverse, modern AU, Eddie got out of Hawkins and got famous

Most days it’s easy to pretend. Steve and Robin share a house and a workplace and most of a life in Indianapolis. He can usually forget how he and Eddie almost had something.

But that was before Eddie moved to L.A. to try doing something with his music, found his way into playing a busker in an indie film that miraculously got oscar buzz, and suddenly he’s a household name, booking tons of projects.

And Steve is happy for him!

Really!

He is.

It’s just… He misses having Eddie around. How excitable and goofy he can be, but also having a thoughtful alpha to hang out with other than Robin.

Not to mention his campfire scent and the way his callused fingers feel against Steve’s skin.

They still talk occasionally, texting mostly, little check-ins every couple months, but Steve hasn’t seen Eddie in-person in at least five years.

That’s why it’s easy to pretend. Steve’s old friend, Eddie, and Eddie Munson, alpha movie star, are two different people.

Steve’s crush can exist between the pages of magazines and on internet gossip sites.

He can moon over the pics from Eddie’s photoshoots that he has saved on his phone in private. Can keep his fantasies contained in his nest as he imagines his fingers sliding into short curls.

At least until he gets a call from Dustin on an unassuming Friday night. Steve and Robin are already nearly through a bottle of wine, kicking their feet up after a long week of teaching, when Steve’s phone rings.

“Eddie’s next movie is shooting in Chicago,” Dustin starts.

“And he’s flying out early so he can stop in Indy for a week. I may have told him he should skip the hotel and stay in your guest room.”

“Dustin!”

“What? You’ve got one of the mattresses from the podcast ads in there! It’s comfy! And that way he doesn’t have to deal with paps!”

“Can you just say paparazzi like a normal person?” Steve sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “But it should be fine. When does he get in?”

“Next weekend.”

“Dustin!”

“I only just found out! El and I are driving down in a week, and Mike and Will are only able to skype in.”

He doesn’t mention Lucas and Max, since they also live in Indy; Dustin and El are likely staying with them.

Robin elbows Steve and hisses for him to put the call on speaker, getting caught up as Steve has a private crisis at the thought of finally seeing Eddie again.

To make matters worse, his totally not stalkerish web alert for Eddie’s name pings after he hangs up with Dustin. A new photo shoot.

Eddie’s curls are gone, buzzed down to his scalp; Steve mourns for a fraction of a second.

Then he needs to squeeze his thighs together.

The wanting that he’s been squashing down for the better part of a decade comes back in full force, strong enough that Robin asks if his cycle is early and he’s going into heat.

Blushing, but knowing he can’t keep a secret from her to save his life, he shows her his phone.

“All I can see is how noticeable his ears are now,” Robin says with a judging look and a shrug. “And I am never going to buy Eddie as a tough guy, but I guess I can understand what you omegas see in him.”

“Rooooob!” Steve whines, indignant.

“Steeeeeve!” she teases back.

“I just… Fuck, I need to get laid.”

“I’m sure Eddie would if you asked him nicely.”

“Rob!”

“He looks like he could hold you down, get you to stop stressing so much.”

“Robin… I can’t think about that.”

“Sure you can.”

“I can’t.”

“You can, and you know why: The bulk of the conversations Eddie and I still have are about you. He always asks me how you are, what you’re up to, at least once a month.”

Steve’s taken aback by that. “What?”

“Yeah. He usually asks if you’re seeing anyone. Tries to sneak it in. Like I’m not going to notice.”

She raises a single eyebrow, and Steve feels intensely confused. “Then how come he doesn’t ask me? Or talk to me more?” He tips back the last of his wine and pulls his legs up tight to his chest.

“Because you’re both idiots,” Robin says, voice warm and full of love as she hugs him.

A week later, a car with dark tinted windows pulls up in Robin and Steve’s driveway.

Eddie has a baseball hat and sunglasses on as he gets out, the disguise barely enough obscure his features, but even if it were better, Steve would still recognize him by his posture.

Robin is out running errands and picking up dinner, but mostly giving Steve an hour of privacy. A chance to say something before either of them can get stuck inside their heads and fuck it up.

“Hey, Stevie,” Eddie says with a smile as he pulls off his sunglasses in the entryway.

“Hey yourself,” Steve replies, pulling Eddie in for a hug, ready to make it quick, only for Eddie to hold on tight and press his nose to Steve’s neck. A purr rumbles from his chest.

Steve reaches up and pulls the hat from Eddie’s head, letting it fall to the ground.

He rubs his fingers over the stubble of the alpha’s hair, keeping him pressed close to the bonding gland at his neck, his scent crying out for Eddie to claim him.

Soft lips ghost against Steve’s neck. “I missed you,” Eddie whispers.

“Missed you, too.”

Steve kisses the side of Eddie’s head, the only part he can reach, lips pressed to the velvet of his shorn hair. Then it’s like his brain suddenly catches up with him. “Sorry! We- I didn’t-”

Eddie presses a single finger to Steve’s lips, finally pulling back to look in his eyes.

Without his curls, Eddie’s gaze is somehow more intense, dark chocolate looking into Steve’s heart. “Don’t apologize, puppy. You have nothing to apologize for, not to me.”

“Eddie…”

“I’m the one who ran away, who’s been hiding instead of alpha-ing up and telling you.”

“Telling me what?” Steve asks, lower lip trembling.

“That even after all this time, I can’t get your scent out of my nose. That I still dream about you every night. That I work so much to keep from going insane missing you. That I sh-”

Steve cuts him off with a kiss.

Eddie doesn’t waste any more time, just picks Steve up, their lips still connected, and carries him to the nearest bedroom—fortunately Steve’s—and drops him on the bed. Getting out of their clothes doesn’t take long; they’ve both waited long enough.

And Robin will be home soon.

Part 2

Now expanded into a full fic! Read here

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Dave Lizewski x Succubi!Reader

Premise: Dave, Todd, and Marty have been laughing about doing a demonic ritual for Halloween. They text back and forth via Skype about how silly it is that there's so many fake rituals online. Todd gets the bright idea of looking into the deep web for some really funny ones, and ends up sending Dave a link for a ritual to 'try'. Thinking it's just bullshit, Dave goes ahead and performs the ritual, but it may turn out to be more real than he thought...

Tags/CW: all characters are 18+, succubi!reader, demonic!reader, nerdy!Dave, blood, demonic rituals, smut, demonic sex, switch!reader, Dom leaning!Reader, sub!Dave, virgin!Dave, p in v, doggy, surprising dom!Dave, chubby!reader, thick!reader, slutty!reader, c*mslut!reader, oral (Dave receiving), oral (reader receiving), raw.

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Just like any Friday night, Dave was at home. He is set up at his computer, complete with snacks and the biggest bottle of Mountain Dew he could find at the convenience store. His room is dark, save for the blue light of the screen being his beacon in the dark October night. His glasses glint with the screens reflection as he watches memes on youtube because there's nothing better to do. He checks his Skype after hearing that familiar ping! and takes a big swig of his drink.

Todd and Marty are currently laughing over finding out that some parts of the internet think you can actually summon a demon. Dave watches as they type back and forth quizzically before responding himself.

[Dave]: People really think that shit works?

[Marty]: Guess so...and I thought we did some pathetic shit on the internet.

[Todd]: Right, I mean the one I'm looking at now says: "How to summon a Succubus."

[Todd]: These nerds are so lonely they think they can magically conjure up a woman to fuck them, it's actually kind of sad at that point...

[Marty] Damn, maybe that's what Dave needs so he can finally get some pussy for once

[Dave] As if you aren't already looking into how to do it, Marty. I just know from how much you play WoW that you have some sick monster girl fantasies.

[Todd] Actually, I'm with Marty on this one, you should try the ritual and get back to us. I think you'd be less of a dickhead if you finally got some.

Dave stares at the screen in discontent. He hates when his friends make fun of him for being a virgin, which makes no sense to Dave because they're not getting any either. Todd claims that the reason it's different is because at least Todd tries to give an air of not being a virgin, and Marty got to 2nd base in freshmen year with one of the chess team girls. Dave however, according to Todd and Marty, is a quintessential virgin.

So, when Todd sends a sketchy link that Dave is almost certain will end up being a screamer or malware, he decides to click it anyways, on the off chance it actually is a way to get a demon babe to fuck you.

To Dave's surprise, it isn't a fake out. It's a forum, from what part of the web, Dave is unsure. He hasn't seen a site like this before, and from a quick glance, the people talking in it are serious. He reads as users of the forum detail a ritual, and how each of them have modified it until supposedly it worked. Dave still feels pretty skeptical about it, but it seems like everyone in this forum really believes this, and that alone is enough that Dave feels a slight chill.

Dave hears another ping! and when he clicks back to Skype, Todd and Marty are once again, egging him on about it. He tries to ignore it, not sending anything back as he begins writing down what the forum suggests. Dave hears the familiar sound of an incoming call, and reluctantly answers it. Dave watches as the screen-glowed faces of Todd and Marty join his.

"So, are you going to do it?" Marty says with a snort.

"Yeah, c'mon Dave, we wanna watch and see if it's real!" Todd looks very enthusiastic about all of this, but of course, he's safe from any harm behind the screen.

"Fine, I'll do your stupid ritual and show you how dumb it is." Dave grumbles, finally giving in to the idea fully.

Todd and Marty are pumped, and Dave let's them know he has to go gather some things from the list. He mutes and turns off his camera before trekking out of his room for the first time that night to look for what the ritual calls for, or the best things he can find.

Dave scoures the house and ends up finding most of what he needs. He steals five candles from his Dad, who is surprisingly into collecting Bath and Body Works scents. He gathers cinnamon and basil from the kitchen cabinet, and is surprised to see there is actually a bundle of lavender on the wall for decoration. He finishes his hunt by grabbing a piece of white chalk from leftover summer days when he was younger, and a needle from his mom's old sewing kit.

Dave races back up to his attic room, ready to get this over with, and tries to ignore the butterflies in his stomach. A part of him worries if it will work. A deeper part of him wonder if it was even remotely possible that he could actually get laid tonight, demonic or otherwise.

"Alright, I got what it says..." Dave turns on the mic and camera and tells his friends. They seem interested, and urge him to continue. Dave sets the webcam up so they can see more of his room, particularly the bed and the wooden floor before it.

He gets started, making a pentagram and tracing the runes that the website said to put. It doesn't take long before he has what looks like a legit summoning circle, to his surprise. He continues as Todd and Marty watch carefully, and Dave notices that they aren't joking as much as before the more he continues. He wonders how much they think this will really work, or if this is an elaborate prank to make him do all this work in a desperate attempt to have sex. He hopes neither of them are screen recording the most.

Dave lights each candle, placing them on a pentagram point, then sprinkling a bit of each herb to each candle. He looks back to the paper he has the instructions on and confirms that the next part he will have to draw blood.

"I guess it calls for blood now, guys..." Dave says, uneasily, glancing back to the screen for validation.

"I thought you said after the accident you couldn't feel much pain?" Todd asks, and Marty nods along.

"We've come this close, better just finish it up and see if it really works..." Marty quietly adds, shifting in his seat.

"I don't know what you mean by 'we'..." Dave grumbles, but grabs the sewing needle.

They were right, it won't hurt that much to prick his finger for Dave. Somehow, despite knowing the pain wasn't really an issue, Dave's heart began to pick up. The wind outside his window seemed to disappear as he carefully begun poking his finger, the blood swelling up and slipping down it. Todd and Marty were completely silent as they watched Dave add a drop to each point, Dave speaking the Latin he had wrote down for the ritual. As he neared the last line and last point, he felt something in the room shift. The energy made the hair on his neck stand up, and the candles flickered despite the lack of airflow. Dave hesitated as he began to finish the ritual, his stomach fluttering with nerves.

There was only one way to see if any of that was real or not, though. And Dave wasn't about to chicken out in front of his friends, he hated facing embarrassment like that from them because it would last for months. Besides, it was unlikely anything would happen and he could go back and goad Todd for thinking it would work. Dave smiled for a second thinking of how he could get back at him, then found the confidence to continue.

He spoke the last line, his drop of blood falling onto the last sigil. Dave watched as it sat there, and for a few moments, nothing moved.

"I told you, Todd! Nothing was going to happen-" Dave yelled back at the screen with a smirk, then paused.

He saw the sigil soak up the blood, moving the liquid by an unknown force. A faint glow of red began to take hold of the shape. Todd and Marty could barely tell through their cameras, but watched in anticipation, wondering why their friend stopped gloating. Dave stepped out of the circle, almost tripping into his bed. As he exited the circle, the wind picked up, blowing harshly into his room. He heard Todd and Marty begin chattering, asking what was happening, as one of the candles fell over, sparking a ring of fire around the pentagram.

Dave tried to move, tried to do anything, knowing he should put out the flame, but he was speechless as he watched the ring bend shape into that of a heart. Dave blinked, trying to will the images before him away, unable to process what was happening. As he was almost able to regain the ability to move, your portal opened up.

You had been watching hungrily as the young man completed your ritual, smelling the virginity on him from your realm, and wanting a taste of his sweet essence. You floated out of the portal, your tiny, pink bat-like wings fluttering. You watched as Dave's eyes grew ever larger at the sight of you. You who was practically naked, a string of bikini covering only the most sacred of bits. Your pink skin glowed in the dim light of his computer, and the horns on your head gleamed. You could hear the sounds of boys fawning over you from the computer, and glanced over with a sharpness in your Amaranth colored eyes.

"You brought me here to an audience, I see..." Your voice, dripping with honey-like sweetness, yet your demonic undertones rumbled through out.

Dave could barely speak. He looked up at you to where he had fallen into the end of his bed with fear and, to his dismay, a hardening cock clearly beginning to struggle against his jeans. He could barely believe any of it.

Maybe he had fallen when the fire broke out and hit his head, or perhaps the fumes from the smoke were making him see things, but no. You really were in his bedroom, a burning heart breaking way to the hottest creature he had ever laid eyes on.

His eyes trailed your curves, enjoying the plumpness and the way the straps of your bikini could barely hold how thick you were. He thought he might just cum in his pants right then as you turned, your ass so juicy and cute, your tail flicking with mischief. He watched as you stepped out of the circle, walking over to the computer. As you got closer, bending over and giving Dave a wonderful view, the computer began to glitch.

"It seems my magic prevents me from using such a contraption..." You whisper to yourself, and Dave opens his mouth to speak, but cannot find the words. "No matter. If you wish for these humans to watch as I take you, then so be it."

The thought of Todd and Marty watching him lose his virginity made his stomach turn, and Dave finally was able to jump to his feet, rushing towards the computer as you left it to float over to the bed. He could hear Todd and Marty trying to dissuade him from turning off the webcam, obviously eager to see what comes next even if it is their closest friend.

"Wait, Dave!" They said almost in unison as Dave began shutting it down.

"Sorry guys! Busy! Bye!" Dave uttered, the words the first thing that he could think of to say. He ended the call and turned off his computer in record time, turning to face you, who was now laid out on the bed with a sensual stare.

"So, they call you Dave?" You purred, your pink eyes glowing in the darkness of Dave's room.

The firey summoning circle has died down to a crisp ember in the floor. Dave didn't want to think about how he would have to explain that to his dad later. Instead, he couldn't help but to be entranced by you, walking forward slowly, unsure, but knowing he wants you.

"Y-yeah, that's, um, my name..." Dave speaks shyly, a nervous hand ruffling his dark curls at the back of his head.

"Cute...I'd tell you my name, but I don't think you would understand my demonic language." You tease him, bringing up a finger and curling it to signal Dave to come closer.

Dave gulps, and takes a few steps further, then stops. Even if this is all just a gas leak induced dream, he still felt the need to make sure that he was safe.

"Wh-what are you going to, uh, do to me?" He forces the words out.

"Nothing you don't want, Dave." You lay back, your pink tits falling just so, looking perfectly round and soft. Dave can't help but get caught up in them.

"But, you're a d-demon right?" He has to blink and look away to keep talking, his cock is distracting him too much when he looks at you.

"A succubi, yes... Is that a problem?"

"Aren't demons, like, supposed to be, um, really bad and stuff?" He hates how ridiculous and nerdy he sounds trying to figure this all out, but he's so nervous he can barely speak naturally.

"Depends on what you view as bad." You begin, a hand lazily playing with the strap of your bikini on your thigh, snapping it. Dave watches as your thighs jiggle temptingly.

"If you think sex is a sin, then maybe I would be bad. That was very common back in the day. The world seems to have grown a bit, but we still get summons from hunters who hate us. You don't happen to be a demon hunter, do you Dave?" You know he's not, but it's fun to see him sweat a little.

"N-no, absolutely not..." Dave stutters out, then clears his throat. "But, what do you want to do to me?"

"Well, I thought you knew the answer to that, seeing as it was you who summoned me." You giggle a bit, the sound like to soft bells. "Usually, this works as a symbiotic relationship. You get to fuck me, and I get to devour that delicious sexual energy you've been hoarding..."

"H-hoarding?"

"Oh yes, your virginity at such an age is less common nowadays. It will be very, very tasty to suck all of that pent up sexual frustration out of you..." You wink at him, and Dave's already hot cheeks darken a deeper shade of red.

"But, will that hurt me?" Dave whispers, the temptation to give in so strong he has started coming closer and closer.

"Only if you care that you'll be extremely tired afterward. But sex makes most people tired, doesn't it?" Dave thinks he's heard that before, but he wouldn't really know either way. The offer sounds like a good deal though, he could take being tired.

"And you won't do anything I won't like?"

"Not a chance."

Dave stops at the foot of the bed, looking down at you sexy form. He never thought he would ever have a girl in his bed, laid out, wanting him. He couldn't have guessed that girl would be a hot succubi like yourself. He takes one last moment to decide, and his cock overrides all better judgements.

Dave nods at you, accepting, and you smile, your tiny fangs cutely peeking out from behind your soft, plump lips. You move, cat-like and sensual, getting on all fours and meeting Dave at the edge of the bed. You place a hand on his hard cock, and he breathes out a shuttering breath, the touch warm and inviting.

"I suppose we should start by freeing up such a large cock..." You look up as you speak, your eyelashes batting.

Dave groans as you unzip his jeans, his mind reeling from the fact that you called his cock big. He didn't think he would ever hear a girl tell him that, and now here you are, looking up with your heart shaped pupils as if Dave's the sexiest man around.

Truth is, you do think he's quite sexy. Sure, he's obviously a comic book nerd, that much was sure from one look at his room. But, those big blue eyes and that sweetheart, shy smile were quite charming. You're honestly surprised that no one else has already used this boy up. Oh well, more of his fat cock for you.

You watch as it flops out, and you're even more surprised by how big and girthy it is when it's been unleashed from his jeans. You stare up at him with lustful, glowing eyes, taking his cock slowly in your hands, and for a moment you think he might just cum from that. As you continue to slowly stroke his cock, you can sense how horny he is, and are surprised by the level. Maybe he will make an acceptable sex partner after all. You haven't found someone who can keep up with you yet, at least not enough for you to visit more than once.

You slowly slide his jeans and underwear down, his mess of curls at the base of his cock meeting your hand as you fully stroke him. He leans his head back, his eyes scrunched up from trying to keep himself from cumming too soon. You bite your lip, ready to give his cock a taste.

Your warm mouth engulfs the tip of Dave's cock, filling up more of your mouth than you imagined. Dave moans out from the sudden warmth, and his hips gently buck for more as your tongue swirls around the head of his cock gently, teasing him. You feel his cock begin to leak, even after such little contact, and you lap it up happily, feeling the sexual energy begin to energize you.

"P-please..." Dave barely gets out as you continue to tease. "I can't take much more,"

You look up at him, taking your mouth off and giving him a breather. You flip over, so your breasts are facing him, and open your mouth as your head dangles gently off the bed.

"Fuck my mouth, Dave..." You command, and it doesn't take anything else for Dave to nod and listen.

He gently places his cock in your mouth, slowly rocking his hips in, going shallowly in and out. You reach a hand between your own legs, feeling your wetness from the outside of your bikini, and placing with your pussy on top of it. You reach a hand up to his thigh and without warning to him, push, making his cock dive deep into your throat.

His muscles tense and he let's out a loud whimper, not moving because he knows he will burst in your mouth right now if he does. You enjoy the feeling of your throat being so full, feeling his cock twitching and aching to cum in there. You feel him slowly begin to move again, taking deeper and deeper thrusts with the help of your guiding hand. You feel a bit surprised by his sudden boldness when he reaches down, and grabs a handful of your tits. You're moaning along, happy he is getting the hang of this.

You take his cock with ease, that's what you were made for after all, but that doesn't stop how horny it makes you to have a throat full of such a big cock like his. You love the way it chokes you when he dips in as deep as he can go, your spit slipping down the sides of your mouth. The feeling of being used in such a way as your pussy tingling, and you can't wait to have Dave's fat cock fill you up there too.

"Fuck...I'm so close to cumming..." You hear him whisper, and you're not worried at all that he will cum so quickly. You're a demon, after all, you have your ways of getting a cock hard again, and you don't plan on letting Dave go on only a fifteen minute throat fuck.

Dave can hardly believe how good this feels. Or the fact that he, someone who no other girl would even look at because he's such a shy nerd, gets to fuck someone like you. He feels so powerful right now too, being able to fuck you in throat, and no matter how much he tests how hard he can go, you take it with ease. His hands play with your breasts, and he slips a hand under the fabric of your bikini. He's surprised to find your nipples are pierced, but the idea turns him on even more. He softly twists them, earning him a moan from you every time, which only goes directly to his cock. He isn't sure how much longer he can hold it. He wants to explore so much more of your body, but he needs to cum so badly it hurts.

You feel Dave's cock swell in your throat, and you're sure he can see the lump he's leaving from the outside. He shudders as he tries to drag this out, attempting to save himself for more of your body, but he knows he can't stop himself. Dave cuts off one of your pretty little moans by jolting his cock hard and fast deep into your throat, spilling over and filling you up. You can barely breathe, and the hot liquid tries to choke you, but you're no amateur. You happily swallow all of Dave's seed as it twitches out inside of you.

Dave carefully pulls his cock from your throat, and your smile up at him, cum slipping down the side of your mouth. You use a hand to quickly get it in your mouth, his sexual essence most powerful there. Dave watches as your eyes glow a bit more strongly after swallowing so much cum.

"You really did suck the life out of me, huh..." Dave says wearily, feeling the effects of your succubus powers.

You sit up and smile, nodding to his question. You feel the energy making you more awake, but you're still hungry for him.

Dave sits on the bed next to you and you lean into him. You let your hands pull off his shirt, and explore his body, your kisses to his neck, biting and sucking softly.

"I'm not sure I can..." Dave begins, but when your hand reaches down to touch his cock, he's surprised at how easy he gets hard again. You giggle into his neck, his curls tickling your face.

"How did you..." He asks, his voice full of wanton.

"A perk of spending the night with a succubi," you whisper into his ear. "Is that were finished, when I say were finished..."

Dave feels your voice against his ear, and he shudders, a chill from how good it feels to be touched by your taking over his body.

"Tell me Dave, what else would you like tonight?" You whisper as you stroke his cock back to life.

"I um..." Dave's cheeks heat up as he thinks about one of his biggest fantasies, the feeling of you stroking him not helping to keep his mind straight. "I actually...would love if you would let me eat you out..."

Dave whimpers out his request, and you're surprised the second time tonight. Most men that summon you can only think of themselves, but you're turned on by the fact that Dave seems to love giving just as much as he likes receiving.

You pull him back with you, laying onto your back, and letting Dave get in between your legs. You keep his head by yours so you can kiss those big, luscious lips of his, and he happily receives them. You guide him down your neck, to your breasts where you let his mouth explore for a while. You arch your back into him, your tits so sensitive to his touch. Dave sucks on them, pulling them together even and getting both nipples in his mouth. He remembers seeing that in a porn flick once, and he gets ever harder as he realizes how good it feels to do so. What feels the best right now, is hearing your moans as he pleases you. Dave's always loved the idea of giving, of making you feel so good, and the fact that it's him who's able to please a woman turns him on the most. He wonders what other moves he can try on you.

Finally he slips his head between your juicy thighs, taking both and squeezing them, pushing your legs against his face. You see what he wants and laugh a little, putting more pressure to smush his head between your thighs. He seems to love the feeling, and when you release him, he looks up at you with such love and lust in his eyes. You pull your tiny bikini, now soaked with your wetness, to the side, and let Dave get a good look at your cute little pussy.

"God, you look so gorgeous..." He whispers, not realizing he's thinking his thoughts out loud. He's already so intoxicated by you, and he wonders how much of it is natural and how much of it is your demonic influence. Then he looks into your cute eyes and he doesn't care.

He leans in, inhaling your scent before lapping up your pussy with a flat tongue. He already loves how you taste, and while he's surprised by the taste as it is his first time, he also finds it so strangely enjoyable. He picks up the pace, your breathing changing with it, and you give him praise while he gives you head.

"You're such a good boy for me, Dave..." And suddenly, Dave feels as if he's doing what he's supposed to. He loves being praised for doing such a good job, and he had no idea that your soft whimpers and approval were so poignant. He takes your thighs and pulls you into himself, his mouth working harder to make you feel good.

He tries to remember techniques he had, of course, searched for. He didn't know when he might need to know how to eat pussy, so he tried searching various reddits and wikihows to make sure he would do a good job. He swirls his tongue around your clit, and teases it the way you teased his cock. You enjoy the feeling, loving how he explores what feels good for you, and how he listens to your commands and moans to do just that.

Dave laps up all of your pussy, exploring more than just your clit, and looking up at you with his big blues pussy drunk. He remembers one tip, and tries it, putting his whole mouth over your clit and sucking. You moan out, arching your back into him and gripping his curls. He can't believe how good it feels to have his hair gripped like that, and soon enough your bobbing his head in the perfect motion, using his mouth up to your liking.

Dave's glasses begin fogging over and getting in the way, so between breaths he plucks them off and tosses them away, uncaring what happens to them. He's too busy with the euphoria you're giving him. He feels his cock against the bed, so hard. He is practically humping the bed to get some friction down there while his head keeps in time with the motions you guide. You feel yourself getting closer and closer.

"Put your fingers inside me, Dave..." You command with a husky voice, and Dave doesn't hesitate.

He wets his fingers by licking the first two, and slowly plays with your hole, easing himself inside of you. He can't believe how warm it is, and he slowly curls them like he read about. You moan out, his fingers are so long and thick.

"More..." You breathe. "Harder..."

Dave complies, giving you anything you ask for, completely taken by your spell, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. You feel him finally hit that perfect spot inside you, and you practically scream out.

"Yes! Right there, right there!" You whine, your legs shaking and your hands a mess in his curls. Dave doesn't let up, and instead brings you over the edge, letting you buck into his face and hand.

He watches as you come for him, whining out his name, and he feels as if he may just cum himself against the bed. He only pulls up and stops when you tell him to, looking up at you, breathless and lips wet. He looks dazed and satisfied with himself, and you look at him with a similar expression. Your eyes glow and take in the experience, and soon enough you're already aching for his cock again.

Dave can hardly stand it himself, all of his thoughts are on how badly he needs to finish fucking you. He doesn't wait to see what you do next, he feels way too primal to do so. Instead, in his sex drunken state, he moves up, bringing his cock to meet your pussy. He taps it in your wetness, before playing with your folds, making you bite your lip with want.

"Fuck me, Dave..." You whisper, wrapping your legs around his waist and pull him in.

Dave doesn't need to be told twice. He slips his cock down, your pussy wet and like satin, smoothly and slowly pressing himself inside of you. You can take his cock, but that doesn't mean you can't feel his girth stretching you and his length filling you to the brim. Dave settles his cock into the warmth of your pussy and for a second he wonders if this is what heaven feels like.

He thinks to take it slow, but when he looks up at your eyes, he knows. He slips back out slowly, almost pulling all the way out, before pounding back in with force, testing out how hard he's allowed to fuck you. Turns out, you like it pretty damn hard. Soon enough, he's fucking your tight little cunt so hard your tits are bouncing uncontrollably, and your moans are reverberating off the walls. Dave's very happy he's the only one home right now, but he's sure at this point even the neighbors know.

Dave get's caught up in the moment, and grips your thighs hard enough to leave bruises. He pull you up so his cock angles so he can go deep, savoring the way your pussy holds him so firmly. He doesn't know what overcomes him, but he pulls out for a minute, and with strength he didn't know he had, he flips you over. He grabs a handful of your juicy ass, before giving it a slap, and diving right back in.

Your tail flicking with delight as he fucks you from behind, and soon enough he's grabbing a hold of that too, holding it at the thicker base and using it to keep you right where he wants you. Dave fucks you like the dirty cumslut you are, and you love every minute of it. You're panting and looking back at him with eyes that soak up every stroke, enjoying how delicious his sexual energy tastes. You wonder how a succubi could get so lucky as to find suck pure virgin nerdy dick like this. You don't think you can go back to being pleasured by just anyone.

Dave feels you tightening around him, your hand slipping underneath you to find your needy clit, rubbing frantically now to get off.

"You like when I pound you with this cock?" Dave has no idea what has possessed him to say such a thing, usually he's so shy, but right now, he can't help but to dominate you.

"Yes!" You respond, happy to switch roles however your dorky lover wants. "Please fill my pussy up, I need it..."

Dave gets closer and closer as you beg to be his cumdumpster, and you feel yourself beginning to cum again yourself. You feel your muscles stiffen, and your moans get away from you as you cum. Dave can't take it anymore, not with your cunt spasming and tightening all over his cock. He fills you up with his own groan, pounding his cum deeper and deeper with every stroke.

You feel yourself being so full, of Dave's cum, cock, and essence. You look back at him, completely taken away by how good of a fuck he is. When Dave is finished filling you up, he pulls out, carefully. His breaths hard and his body sweaty. He can't help himself, he falls next to you and pulls you close, spooning him from behind.

After the two of you finally settle down, enjoying the silence and the way each others body feels, Dave speaks.

"Not at all what I was expecting for my first time..." His voice is sleepy and deep, sending butterflies into your stomach.

"And what if we did it again sometime...?" You say tentatively, biting your lip.

"Really?" Dave doesn't know what to say, he had no idea that it was possible to see you again.

"You might just become my main meal, if you want to be." You tease and Dave snuggles into your neck.

"Hmm...I think I would like that..." He can hardly keep his eyes open, all the energy having been drained from him.

He gently holds you close, one hand softly thumbing your horns and petting your hair. You usually don't stay this long, but for some reason, you're really enjoying this. You allow your body's exhaustion to take over, relaxing into his arms. Soon enough Dave slips into the best slumber he's ever had, and you follow him.

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ever wonder why spotify/discord/teams desktop apps kind of suck?

i don't do a lot of long form posts but. I realized that so many people aren't aware that a lot of the enshittification of using computers in the past decade or so has a lot to do with embedded webapps becoming so frequently used instead of creating native programs. and boy do i have some thoughts about this.

for those who are not blessed/cursed with computers knowledge Basically most (graphical) programs used to be native programs (ever since we started widely using a graphical interface instead of just a text-based terminal). these are apps that feel like when you open up the settings on your computer, and one of the factors that make windows and mac programs look different (bc they use a different design language!) this was the standard for a long long time - your emails were served to you in a special email application like thunderbird or outlook, your documents were processed in something like microsoft word (again. On your own computer!). same goes for calendars, calculators, spreadsheets, and a whole bunch more - crucially, your computer didn't depend on the internet to do basic things, but being connected to the web was very much an appreciated luxury!

that leads us to the eventual rise of webapps that we are all so painfully familiar with today - gmail dot com/outlook, google docs, google/microsoft calendar, and so on. as html/css/js technology grew beyond just displaying text images and such, it became clear that it could be a lot more convenient to just run programs on some server somewhere, and serve the front end on a web interface for anyone to use. this is really very convenient!!!! it Also means a huge concentration of power (notice how suddenly google is one company providing you the SERVICE) - you're renting instead of owning. which means google is your landlord - the services you use every day are first and foremost means of hitting the year over year profit quota. its a pretty sweet deal to have a free email account in exchange for ads! email accounts used to be paid (simply because the provider had to store your emails somewhere. which takes up storage space which is physical hard drives), but now the standard as of hotmail/yahoo/gmail is to just provide a free service and shove ads in as much as you need to.

webapps can do a lot of things, but they didn't immediately replace software like skype or code editors or music players - software that requires more heavy system interaction or snappy audio/visual responses. in 2013, the electron framework came out - a way of packaging up a bundle of html/css/js into a neat little crossplatform application that could be downloaded and run like any other native application. there were significant upsides to this - web developers could suddenly use their webapp skills to build desktop applications that ran on any computer as long as it could support chrome*! the first applications to be built on electron were the late code editor atom (rest in peace), but soon a whole lot of companies took note! some notable contemporary applications that use electron, or a similar webapp-embedded-in-a-little-chrome as a base are:

microsoft teams

notion

vscode

discord

spotify

anyone! who has paid even a little bit of attention to their computer - especially when using older/budget computers - know just how much having chrome open can slow down your computer (firefox as well to a lesser extent. because its just built better <3)

whenever you have one of these programs open on your computer, it's running in a one-tab chrome browser. there is a whole extra chrome open just to run your discord. if you have discord, spotify, and notion open all at once, along with chrome itself, that's four chromes. needless to say, this uses a LOT of resources to deliver applications that are often much less polished and less integrated with the rest of the operating system. it also means that if you have no internet connection, sometimes the apps straight up do not work, since much of them rely heavily on being connected to their servers, where the heavy lifting is done.

taking this idea to the very furthest is the concept of chromebooks - dinky little laptops that were created to only run a web browser and webapps - simply a vessel to access the google dot com mothership. they have gotten better at running offline android/linux applications, but often the $200 chromebooks that are bought in bulk have almost no processing power of their own - why would you even need it? you have everything you could possibly need in the warm embrace of google!

all in all the average person in the modern age, using computers in the mainstream way, owns very little of their means of computing.

i started this post as a rant about the electron/webapp framework because i think that it sucks and it displaces proper programs. and now ive swiveled into getting pissed off at software services which is in honestly the core issue. and i think things can be better!!!!!!!!!!! but to think about better computing culture one has to imagine living outside of capitalism.

i'm not the one to try to explain permacomputing specifically because there's already wonderful literature ^ but if anything here interested you, read this!!!!!!!!!! there is a beautiful world where computers live for decades and do less but do it well. and you just own it. come frolic with me Okay ? :]

*when i say chrome i technically mean chromium. but functionally it's same thing

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Hard of hearing Discord users, my cousin lost some of his hearing due to an ear infection he had as a kid, therefore he can’t use a normal phone. For the longest time we’ve been using Skype, however it’s not as reliable anymore. FaceTime now has captions but using it on Windows via the web version can be difficult sometimes.

Anon says: “Please only let hard of hearing+ answer this poll.”

-submit your poll!-

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Santa, eu ? imagina!

By; Julia

Ola, me chamo Julia. Sou morena, cabelos pretos, sou relativamente alta, 1,72 m, seios pequenos, na época eu não havia colocado silicone, e tenho pernas e bunda bonitas.

Estava eu saindo de um relacionamento tóxico de 6 anos, quando descobri que me traia comecei a trair também, até com o instrutor de autoescola eu trai, mas havia conseguido me livrar deste relacionamento, e resolvi procurar pessoas diferentes, até de cidades diferentes, e entrei em um site de relacionamentos, bah, muito carinha me chamando, me marcando, dando match, e gostei de alguns, paguei para poder conversar até que um me chamou atenção.

Morava em Porto Alegre, olho claro, cabelo penteado para trás, mais de 1,80 e digamos que em forma, e iniciamos a conversar e para minha surpresa ela da minha cidade, vinhas as vezes, morava a uns 4 anos na capital, elogiou minhas fotos, se bem que todos elogiavam, mas este não era digamos que tão direto, e foi aí que passei meu skype, pois fiquei com medo de passar meu whats logo de cara sem ver se era mesmo a pessoa que se descrevia.

Na primeira chamada do Skype não ligou a web, perguntei pq e me disse que “estava muito a vontade, pediu mais fotos minhas, também pedi, e mandei uma bem bronzeada com um mínimo bikini preto, além de piscina em casa eu passava bronzeada, usava direto bronzeamento artificial, pensei: agora o cara me chama de gostosa, vai falar da minha raba, mas não, o safado só falou que eu tinha um “bonito corpo”, puxa esperava um: GOSTOSA! Me disse que precisava dormir, e me deixou com uma pulga atrás da orelha.

Na segunda chamada, no outro dia, pedi novamente para ligar a cam, eu vestia um short e uma camiseta de alças, sem sutiã, falou que estava a vontade devido ao calor, mas insisti e quando abriu a cam, e conversávamos praticamente todos os dias, as vezes muito, em outras não muito, perguntei sobre namoradas, me disse estar solteiro, e falávamos sempre sobre o dia a dia, Nossa cidade e apenas amenidades, eu louca para falar de sexo, subia pelas paredes me imaginado sendo devorada por ele, mas havia prometido me fazer de moça recatada, se não ia me comer e dar fuga.

Ficamos assim até me dizer que viria para a Nossa cidade, e ficamos de nos encontrar, viria no final de semana, e conversamos toda a semana sobre a melhor festa, da vontade de se ver e etc…

Chegou a sexta-feira tão esperada, fui a aula, pois sou estudante de farmácia, meio dia em casa, almoço, partiu depilação, eu havia prometido pra mim mesma, que não transaria com ele no primeiro encontro, me faria de um pouco difícil, mas me sentia mais confiante depiladinha, e assim fiz, deixei peludinha, ralinha, mas bem aparada. Combinamos de sair direto para a festa, e que me pegaria por volta das 23h.

23 horas e nada do carinha, eu já pronta, vestia uma minissaia plissada xadrez e camiseta branca curta que deixava meu piercing a mostra, sutiã branco de renda e calcinha atolada na minha bunda, e foi quando por volta das 23h30 chegou, buzinou conforme o combinado, quando cheguei a porta estava ao lado de fora do carro, nos cumprimentamos com beijo no rosto e um abraço “afetuoso”, estava de calça jeans clara e camisa polo pretinha, uma delícia. Abriu a porta do carro pra eu entrar, fez a volta, disse colocando a mão no meu joelho nu, que eu estava linda e que era mais bonita que nas fotos, falei que também estava muito bem e fomos em direção a festa.

Chegamos na festa, até aquele momento pouca fila, não demoramos mais que 10 minutos, me pegou pela mão e entramos, fomos direto ao bar, perguntou o que eu iria beber, falei angelicalmente que água, perguntou se eu não gostava de cerveja, ou se queria alguma coisa mais forte, mas água? Ok, disse que acompanhava na cerveja, o problema é que fico bem puta quando bebo, se eu já estava com tesão imagina bebendo , ficamos de pé, fizemos um brinde e já veio em direção da minha boca e trocamos um selinho e depois um gostoso beijo de língua, e já me segurou pela cintura, me pegando forte, e voltamos a beber.

A festa começou a encher e fomos em direção da pista de dança, ele já havia me dito que dançava pouco, mas mesmo assim fomos para a pista, eu louca para me acabar, estava me fazendo de recatada, até que fomos em direção ao bar pegar mais uma cerveja e acabamos ficando por ali, me puxou e me colocou na sua frente, senti o ferro duro a me cutucar, ele com a mão na minha barriga, me fazendo carinhos, eu rebolava encostada a ele, até que me virei e começamos a nos beijar, beijou gostoso e me levou até o fundo da pista, se encostou na parede e me puxou, trocávamos beijos quentes, me beijava o pescoço e já passava a mão na minha bunda, a mão nas minhas coxas, chegou pertinho da buceta, eu louca para pegar no pau, mas me mantinha rsrs, até que ele me convidou para irmos embora, eu relutei um pouco, mas topei.

Pagamos e saímos por uma porta lateral que dava acesso direto no estacionamento, o carro quase no fundo, em um canto, penso até hoje que ele colocou lá de propósito, quando abriu a porta, gentilmente, para eu entrar literalmente “me atacou”, me pegou de costas pra ele pela cintura impedindo que eu sentasse no carro, começou a beijar meu pescoço, a mão desceu até minha coxa, levantou a curta saia que eu vestia e literalmente meteu mão na minha buceta, apalpou, sentiu molhada a calcinha, e enfiou a mão por dentro, eu estava melada, babada, aquela pica por dentro da calça jeans me roçando a bunda, começou a me siriricar gostoso, eu pedia para parar, dizia que era a primeira vez que saíamos, mas não me ouvia.

Senti quando abriu o botão da calça e o zíper, e colocou o pau melado no meio das minhas coxas, e senti gostoso, me colocou de 4 no banco, baixou minha calcinha até os joelhos, abriu minha bunda, cuspiu no meu cú, lambeu com a pica meu rego, e encostou a cabeça na portinha da xana melada, colocou a cabeça, eu gemia, e insistia para parar, até que me socou fundo a pica e tirou, subiu minha calcinha, mas antes passou a pica melada no meu reguinho que me arrepiei, fechou a porta e entrou pela do motorista, nos beijamos e convidou para um motel, falei taxativamente que não, que já havíamos feito muito, que queria ir para casa, ele sorriu amarelo, e fomos trocando poucas palavras.

Chegamos em casa, morava com minha mãe, colocou o carro de ré em cima da rampa da garagem, eu cheia de tesão, mas não queria entregar a putinha que eu sou, e veio para cima cheio de vontades, cheio de mãos e dedos, eu adorando, mas não demostrava, por vezes mordia a boca, e enfiou a mão por baixo da saia enquanto beijávamos, arredou a calcinha para o lado, e me siriricou gostoso, pedia para eu pegar no pau, eu me fazendo, subiu a mão pela minha camisa curta, tirou um seio para fora, apertou o bico, isso tudo enquanto ainda me tocava e esfregava meu grelo, eu não aguentava mais ficar passivamente só beijando, que pedi que parasse, meio no susto por eu ter levantado a voz parou.

Então deu para mim, abri a porta do carro, o chamei, pedi que não ligasse o alarme, e entramos em casa pela garagem, e ali no escuro encostei-o contra a parede, abri a calça e saltou aquele caralho pulsante, agarrei com vontade, punhetei e cai literalmente de boca, me abaixei e mamei como a puta que sou, lambi as bolas, o saco, e peguei com vontade e chupei, lambi … que tesão, que vontade de caralho, ele só dizia que queria meter, que queria ver o meu rabão, e com medo que gozasse na minha boca, não que eu não goste, mas queria mais, peguei pela mão, levei até a cozinha, ofereci uma água esfriando a coisa toda.

Então em quanto tomava água, eu subi na bancada da cozinha e tirei a calcinha, abri bem as pernas, abri a bucetinha e perguntei se era o que ele queria, afirmou que sim, então abri a camisa, tirei o sutiã, fiz sinal com o dedo indicador para que se aproximasse.

Chegou me beijando a boca, depois chupou com gosto minha teta, eu fazendo carinhos em sua cabeça, abaixou e foi no sentido da minha buceta, pediu que ficasse na ponta da bancada e chupou com gosto, enfiou a língua lá dentro, brincou com os lábios vaginais, no meu grelo, levantou e abriu a calça e sem perguntar nada socou com vontade, todo o caralho de um golpe só, gemi baixinho, mas eu estava muito lubrificada e iniciou a meter e tirar, tirar e meter, eu esfregava meu grelo e disse que logo…logo iria gozar.

Foi quando parou de empurrar, me tirou com força de cima da bancada da cozinha, fez eu ficar de bunda pra ele apoiada na bancada, deixou cair minha minissaia, me deixando nua da cintura para baixo, pediu que eu abrisse bem minha bunda, eu abri com vontade expondo meu cuzinho, ele cuspiu no meu rabo, passou a cabeça do caralho melada no meu reguinho e socou a pica na xana melada e cuspia no meu rabo.

Até que tirou a pica da buceta e forçou meu cú, eu pedi que parasse, que tinha feito poucas vezes e que iria doer, pois a pica dele era muito grossa, então se agachou, mandou eu esperar naquela posição, cuspiu na pica, apontou para o meu rabo e a cabeça entrou( – desgraçado), e foi empurrando lentamente todo o caralho enquanto me me esfrega grelo, eu gemia baixinho, até que pedi para socar com força que eu queria gozar ,e socou forte mesmo, tirava e socava e siriricava meu grelo, e o gozo veio gemi alto, e orgasmei com gosto, e logo senti a porra inundar meu cú todinho, eu estava sem forças pela intensidade do gozo, a pica foi amolecendo e tirou, me virei e recebi um gostoso beijo na boca, perguntou se tinha um banheiro perto, mostrei o da área de serviço e se foi, eu coloquei minha saia, fechei a camisa sem sutiã e quando voltou falei que precisava ir embora, já estava tarde.

Fui levar ele pelo portão da garagem, mas antes de abrir ele me puxou, me deu um puta beijo, passou a mão na minha bunda e sentindo que eu estava sem calcinha pediu para eu chupar seu dedo, o que fiz com gosto, e logo depois enfiou, enterrou o dedo no meu rabo guloso, eu com o dedo no rabo tirei o pau já duro para fora da calça e comecei a punhetar, disse queria gozar, então me abaixei e chupei recebendo toda a porra na boquinha, o beijei a boca e mandei embora, acabei prometendo que iríamos a um lugar mais tranquilo!

Enviado ao Te Contos por Julia

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Selecting the right Gulf VPN may not be easier as there are lots of service providers out there. Here are the key features you should prioritize to ensure you get the best protection and access.

1. Robust Encryption and Protocols

Check that the connection is as secure as possible and you should look for one with AES-256 encryption. Also, check for the connection protocol standard such as OpenVPN or WireGuard since they are fast and secure..

2. Server Locations

Accessibility to multiple centers and points helps to overcome the problem of geo-blocking. As with the server locations, the more available servers a VPN has, the higher are the chances of getting a server with a fast connection. Choose VPN providers with the servers located in Europe or North America or Asia to have the most opportunities.

3. No-Logs Policy

When it comes to VPN, privacy is all that matters. Check whether your provider does not monitor or store any information about your online activity. This is particularly so given that most of the GCC states technically spy on their citizens.

4. Fast and Stable Connections

A VPN should work for making your internet experience better rather than making it worse by slowing down your connection. Close on the high-speed servers and choose VPNs that can deliver good performance when it comes to streaming, gaming, as well as torrenting.

5. Bypassing Geo-Restrictions:

However, most VPNs are unable to bypass streaming services such as Netflix and Hulu. Ensure you choose a VPN that has been tried and shown to overcome any level of geo-blocking.

Gulf VPN for Streaming

One of the biggest draws of using a Gulf VPN UAE is the ability to access geo-restricted content.  Regions get blackouts to allow streaming services to function by adhering to their regional licensing restrictions on movies, TV shows, channels, and more. For example, the movies and TV shows that are watched in the UAE could be different from the ones that are consumed in the US.

A VPN enables you to establish connection with a server in another country and makes it seem like you are accessing the internet from such a country. This gives you complete control to the Netflix, amazon prime, Disney Plus and other VPN for streaming services platform libraries around the world. For anyone who wants to stream a show that is restricted in their current location whether an expatriate wanting to stream shows from his home country or a local in a region with restrictions, a VPN changes that.

VPNs and Online Gaming: 

If you are a gamer residing in the Gulf then you will find a VPN to enhance your gaming experience. Games also have restrictions in servers and beta access meaning you can’t play with your friends who are in a different region. Moreover, through using a VPN, it will be easier for you to avoid tyra DDoS attack besides ensuring your data is not relayed to the other players.

A VPN also minimizes ping and latency issues by linking the client to a closer server to where the game’s server is hosted. This makes it possible to connect to cross border gaming servers and be able to play with friends all over the world.

To sum up

If you live in or are planning a trip to the Gulf region, prepare for limited internet access, geo-blocking, and privacy issues. A Gulf VPN 2024 is the answer to all these questions, a tool that gives you freedom, security and anonymity every time you connect to the Internet.

A VPN protects your identity as well as your IP address so that the intended material is unrestricted and your information is safeguarded from any malicious third party endeavor, be it streaming videos, playing games online or browsing the internet. To ensure the best experience, one should look into strong encryption, fast servers, and no logging policy while selecting a VPN.

Having the best Gulf VPN will enable you to get the best out of the internet without any restriction or anything to bother you.

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Safe Place to Land: Part 3

—A Frankie Morales Series—

WC: 2400

Warnings: language, talk of loss

Rating: T

Chapter 2 // Chapter 4

December 2004

One perk of his special forces training was that he was home the whole stretch from thanksgiving to new years. Since everything with the funeral happened a few days before he was supposed to leave anyway, and his commanding officer was eager to get home to his wife and kids, he allowed Frankie to leave early. You didn’t expect special treatment or favors like that to be a regular part of your experience being with someone in the military, but right now, you were endlessly grateful to have him next to you for that extra bit of time.

Thanksgiving was hard and Christmas would be harder. Since your mom was in a bad accident that claimed a lot of her back mobility, you had been in charge of wrapping all the presents in the house since middle school. So every Christmas Eve, your dad would sneak out to get you a surprise to unwrap. He would tuck it towards the back of the tree so you didn’t see it until the end. It was never anything extravagant, you didn’t need those kinds of things anyway, but that was one hole in your heart that was extra tender as you found yourself untangling a web of lights for Frankie to hang on your tree that year. He humored you by donning the Santa hat you usually wore all throughout December. His curls starting to peek out under the cap since he was free to let his hair grow during his off time.

The Grinch was playing on the tv mounted over the fireplace and you two were working diligently in the corner where an arm chair had been moved to the opposite end of the room to make space for the tree. A gingerbread candle burned on the table by the front door. There was even snow piling up along the street muffling everything outside with a reverence that only came during winter, but you couldn’t feel less in the holiday spirit. And that was okay. No one expected for you to.

“Babe?” Frankie’s voice cut through your thoughts and you realized you had gotten lost watching the snowfall out the window.

“Sorry what?” you blinked bringing your focus back to him.

“I said we’re gonna need one more strand, are you okay? Do you want to take a break?” he asked stepping down from the small stool he had been using to reach the top. His hand finding your cheek, deep brown eyes under tightly knit brows. He saw through all of your defenses. You wouldn’t have made it through the past month without him.

“No I’m okay, I like doing this,” you said genuinely turning to pull the next jumble of lights out of the box. You sighed, “Every year we take these down carefully and then they spend the next eleven months becoming spaghetti,” you tutted searching for the end to continue fishing him the white bulbs.

That night, his roommates Skyped him. You had become fond of the boys always roughhousing in the background. Will and Benny were brothers, and they called from their mom’s house where they would be spending the holiday. Will, a few years older and more stoic than his rambunctious sibling. It was like watching an old golden retriever with a new puppy tugging at his ears.

“Couldn’t stay away from me,” Frankie grinned answering the call. You sat perched on the arm of the chair beside him smiling at the two blonde boys on the screen.

“I’m so lonely without someone to cuddle me at night,” Benny whined causing Will to crack a smile.

“Hey I get him for holidays, you get him the rest of the year,” you teased about your custody arrangement.

“How ya hanging in there, honey?” Will asked, fully aware of what had called Frankie home early.

“I’m okay, it’s just,” you paused, “Weird. I knew it was coming, but it still doesn’t feel real sometimes,” you admitted. Frankie’s arm snakes around your waist and squeezed your hip.

“What are you boys getting into?” you asked.

“We just helped mom bake cookies!” Benny grinned.

“You probably ate more than made it into the oven,” Frankie mused with a grin on his face.

“Yeah well she doesn’t get to see us often so she didn’t mind,” he rattled on.

The conversation was mostly driven by Benny who excused himself after about 30 minutes to go shower.

Will was a few years older than the others, he had been serving in the special forces for about two years. He was kind, but quiet, thoughtful. He didn’t speak without carefully considering his words first. You left Frankie to have a few minutes with him while you straightened up your own kitchen.

You heard them talking quietly as you scrubbed the pan down from the remnants of your dinner. Your mom was working overtime in the small cafe office to try to close out the books for the end of the year, so it was just you and Frankie most nights. She had told you to not bother with the tree this year, and that’s how you knew she needed it. So you spent the afternoon decorating. Her little snowman collection lined the mantle. Frankie had hung extra lights along the top of the kitchen cabinets so it glowed peacefully when the rest of the lights were off. You even hung small ornaments from her plants that stood or draped in every corner of the house. It started out as all for her, but seeing the familiar items out, soaking in all the memories, it thawed a part of your heart out you weren’t quite sure still functioned.

You stood watching the snow fall out of the alcove the kitchen table was nestled in. The moon shone off of the clean slate of the ground, painting earthbound constellations that twinkled brilliantly. You felt Frankie’s arms slip around your waist as his lips pressed a kiss to the skin between your neck and your shoulder. “Penny for your thoughts, hermosa?” he mumbled, his mouth still buried in that patch of you not covered by your sweatshirt.

You signed and turned to hop up on the end of the counter, his hands resting on your waist drawing slow lines up and down your hip bones. “I dunno, I was just thinking about how beautiful it looks out there, and then I started feeling guilty about not being crippled by sadness for a second, but I know he wouldn’t have wanted me to stop living” you mused, your hands fiddling with the buttons of his Henley. “He really liked you, you know?” you continued, allowing your eyes to travel up his torso, admiring the broad expanse of his shoulders, the way the sleeves of his shirt hugged his biceps. His eyes met yours and he gave a small smile, “And you were his world, hermosa,” he whispered.

His mind traveled back to March of that year. He was sitting on your couch waiting for you to come downstairs. You were headed to go see a movie. His friends that worked at the theater still gave him free passes, this weekend they were for Fifty First Dates. Your dad muted the golf game he had on and turned to Frankie. “Are you serious about my girl, Morales?” he asked. Frankie straightened his posture and turned to face him, “Absolutely, sir.” Your dad smiled softly, he wanted him to know he wasn’t trying to intimidate. The cancer had taken what was left of his hair recently, so he had a beanie you had made him pulled over his ears to keep him warm. “She’s crazy about you, you know? She walks different, talks different,” he smiled at the ground.

“I’m crazy about her,” he hesitated, “I’ve loved your daughter for a long time.”

Your dad blinked back tears, his voice faltering, “Promise me you’ll look after her,” he pleaded. Frankie’s heart lurched in his chest, “As long as she’ll let me, sir.” he replied solemnly. Your dad reached over to pat his hand, giving it a squeeze. “You’re a good man, Morales,” he turned the volume to his golf game back on as Frankie tried to level his emotions before hearing your footsteps coming down the stairs.

“You okay?” you questioned, noticing his demeanor was a little off. He opened his mouth to speak but your dad interjected, “Yeah, I just told him I’d kick his ass if he tried anything with you.” You chuckled before pressing a kiss to his cheek, “You get ONE intimidating conversation, so I hope it was worth it,” you joked pulling your chucks on. “It was,” he said with a wink to Frankie that you never saw.

“Hey,” your voice pulled him back to the present, “Where’d you go?”

He smiled and shook his head, “Nowhere, amor, I’m right here, and thankful as hell to be,” he pressed his forehead to yours. You angled your head up to press a soft kiss to his lips. He smiled into it and laced his arms around you, pulling you flush to his chest. One hand flat against the expanse of your back, the other squeezing your ass. Your legs wrapped around his waist, you reached up to pull the Santa hat off. One of your hands found purchase in the short waves, the other cupping his neck. He pulled away from your lips to slowly drag them up your neck, knowing the way you liked the feel of his beard on your skin. You shuddered, a quiet, “Baby,” escaped your lips before you both jumped at the sound of the garage door rumbling. He quickly pulled himself away from you fumbling for the hat again. Pink creeping up his cheeks, “Sorry.” “Don’t be,” you smiled, pulling one of his hands to rest in between yours.

“Surprise!” you both exclaimed holding your hands out in an exaggerated fashion when your mom walked in bundled in her warmest winter wear. She took in the sight of the house, breathed deep the scent from the candle. “You guys, this is really nice,” she sighed. “You’re gonna have to come back to get all these lights down,” she joked at Frankie. “I’ll tell them it’s an emergency,” he laughed. You leaned against his chest and he wrapped an arm around your waist pressing a kiss to your forehead.

December 24, 2004

Your family’s tradition once you were a little older was to open presents Christmas Eve night and sleep in on Christmas morning. It was usually just you and your parents, so having Frankie there as a third was more comforting than you could admit.

You exchanged a small pile of presents and played a game of scrabble while drinking hot cocoa.

“I still don’t think that’s a word,” Frankie grumbled clearing the tiles back into the bag.

“The scrabble dictionary and the triple word score don’t lie,” you said with your hands up defensively. Your mom had excused herself for a second and came back holding a small gift in her hands. It was wrapped beautifully.

Your heart fell into your stomach. “Is that from dad?” you asked quietly. “For you,” she whispered handing the box to you. You looked at the tag that read in neat cursive “to my angel, love always, dad.”

“He went to get it this summer and made me promise to give it to you,” explained your mother, taking her place on the couch again. “And this is for you,” she said handing an even smaller box to a now speechless Frankie.

You opened it carefully, not wanting to mess up the neat bow or perfectly folded paper, relishing the fact that his hands had touched them. They peeled away to reveal a small black box. You popped off the lid and inside sat a simple silver bracelet with a single charm. The bracelet itself was dainty and round, off of it hung a silver heart with a single diamond in the top right corner. There was a small note folded inside that read, “For all the Christmases I’ll miss, let this remind you that my love will be with you always. —Dad.”

Your eyes welled with tears as you slipped it over your wrist turning to see Frankie. He was holding a small box in one hand reading a note in the other. He popped open the box to see your grandmother’s engagement ring. You recounted all the times you admired it as a child, its classic but beautiful design of one larger stone in the middle offset by three smaller ones on each side.

You placed your hand on his arm and he tilted the note for you to scan. “To my future son in law, for whenever the time is right. Love always, Jack.” A tear strayed down his cheek as he tried to keep his composure. All three of you sat in a mutual silence except for the occasional sniffle. “Well, I’m gonna hit the hay,” your mom said softly leaning forward to place a kiss on your temple. “Merry Christmas Frankie,” she breathed pulling him into a tight hug before ascending the staircase. She had never been one for emotional moments. You knew how to read her, but she definitely wasn’t a heart-on-your-sleeve type.

“That’s pretty,” he said taking your hand in his to admire the bracelet.

“Do you need to head home?” you asked glancing at the clock nearing ten.

“I’ve got a few hours, princesa,” he smiled leaning back on the couch, his arm draped over the top as an invitation to sink into his warmth, one you would never pass up. You sank into his side fiddling with the charm on your bracelet while he picked the ring up out of the box to look at it more closely.

“I’d marry you tomorrow,” he said quietly, dropping a kiss to the top of your head. “I know my love,” you whispered back.

“One day,” he promised linking his pinky with yours.

“One day,” you repeated back.

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