#responsive navigation menu

[codingflicks]

Responsive Navigation Menu

[divinector]

Responsive Navbar HTML CSS JS

[clockwayswrites]

So I thought this was commonly known internet navigation (but apparently it might just be those of us who have been using the internet since the 90's who still know it). Or so it seems based on... a grumpy comment I got.

When you see an arrow like this:

It means you click it to expand out a hidden section.

It's an accordion section/menu! It's useful in web design to hide information that may be overwhelming under specific headers so people can only see what they need.

Here I'm using it for people who need the content warnings to be able to check, but for those who don't need them and don't want to be spoiled to just move right past without accidentally reading anything.

It's still the user's responsibility to click the arrow and read things as they need! But it is all warned. (And, yes, the all encompassing issues are already a tag on the fic, I'm just providing additonal warnings per chapter.)

[burningthetree]

For fuck’s sake how hard is it to include allergens on a menu right away

[pukefactory]

Hallo :D, Im not sure how many requests but Also I admire your work for writing headcanons and also Full stories! If it not harsh, May I request a Self-Aware (knows he in a game) Shadow Milk x Heartbroken Reader? Genre is a mix of hurt comfort.

Basically to sum it up the reader used to have a lover until they caught them golddigging them, breaking up with their lover they couldn't bear the sorrow and sadness so they decided just to Hop on CRK for some comfort, to hopefully make them feel better but they dont Know Shadow Milk is aware of it-

I tried my best to sum it up, anyways have a good day/night/evening/afternoon!

I noticed that in another request, you changed your preference from Shadow Milk to Pure Vanilla, so I hope I understood that correctly. This was a bit challenging due to the specificity of your request, but I believe I managed to create something of decent quality. Also, thank you for your kind words! I truly appreciate your support, and I hope I can meet your expectations. Enjoy, my friends!

✦ . 　⁺ WHO WOULDN’T SMILE BACK? ⁺ 　 . ✦

☆ Summary: Self Aware Pure Vanilla Comforts The Reader After A Hard Day

☆ Character(s): Pure Vanilla Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom)

☆ Reader pronouns: Not Specified

☆ Genre: Short Story, SFW, Comfort

☆ Word Count: 570

☆ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

☆ Image Credits: Devsisters

The screen cast a soft glow in the darkened room, the familiar melody of Cookie Run: Kingdom playing through your headphones. You sighed, your fingers mechanically tapping through menus as your thoughts swirled with heartbreak. The betrayal still stung—a dull ache in your chest that no distraction could fully ease. But here, within the warm glow of your kingdom, you could at least pretend to find solace.

Your eyes landed on Pure Vanilla Cookie, standing gracefully in the main square. His gentle smile never wavered, his presence a steady source of comfort—even in a game. Something about him had always drawn you in: his kindness, his unwavering faith in others, the way he seemed to hold the world together with gentle hands. Absentmindedly, you tapped on him, watching as he lifted his staff, a peaceful aura surrounding him.

“Ah, my dear friend, it’s good to see you again,” his voice chimed—warm, soothing, familiar.

You hummed in response, navigating the menus to start a new quest. But before you could continue, his voice rang out again—different this time.

“…You seem troubled.”

Your fingers hesitated over the screen. That wasn’t a standard line, was it? You shook your head, dismissing the thought. Maybe it was part of an update you hadn’t noticed. Still, something in his tone made you pause.

You exhaled, running a hand through your hair. “Just tired,” you muttered, half to yourself. “Rough day.”

Silence stretched between you, save for the soft ambient sounds of the game. Then, as if responding to your whispered confession, Pure Vanilla spoke again.

“I see the sadness in your eyes.”

Your breath hitched. That—that wasn’t normal. Your grip tightened on your phone as you stared at the screen. Pure Vanilla Cookie gazed up at you with a knowing expression, his heterochromatic eyes filled with quiet concern.

“…What?” you whispered, uncertain if you even wanted an answer.

“I know,” he said gently. “I know why you’re here.”

Your pulse quickened. This had to be some elaborate event dialogue, right? A new feature you had missed? But deep down, you knew otherwise.

“You’ve been hurt,” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. “Betrayed by someone you trusted with your heart. And now, you seek comfort here—in a world where kindness is not a lie.”

A lump formed in your throat. How? How could he possibly know that? Your fingers trembled over the screen as you swallowed the emotion rising within you.

“I… I just wanted to forget,” you admitted, barely aware you were speaking aloud. “I didn’t think anyone—”

Pure Vanilla smiled, but this time, it was tinged with sadness. “Even in a world of code and pixels, emotions are real. Pain is real. But so is healing.”

Tears welled in your eyes, your defenses crumbling under the weight of his words. It was ridiculous, wasn’t it? Finding solace in something that wasn’t even real. And yet, here you were, feeling understood in a way no one else had managed.

“If only I could reach you,” he murmured. “To wipe away your tears, to remind you that your heart is still capable of love.”

You let out a choked laugh, brushing away the moisture in your eyes. “You already have.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, you smiled—a real, genuine smile. Maybe the world beyond the screen wasn’t so kind. But here, at least for a little while, you weren’t alone.

[iseos]

: “OUR THING”

library. p. enhypen x gn!r g. head cannons, fluff wc. ~70 each © iseos

lee heeseung — monthly movie day

— what started as an excuse to stay in bed all day, eventually turned into something you both looked forward to every month: movie marathon day. in the weeks leading up to it, you and heeseung would create a long list of everything you wanted to watch together in preparation. rarely did either of you venture out from the bed, preferring the comfort of being tangled together under a pile of cozy blankets.

jay park — baking

— once a week, the dorm's kitchen would be taken over by the two of you as you attempted to back new recipes together. flour clouds dance in the air as you both navigate through spilled vanilla extracts and dough mishaps. Amidst the laughter and occasional flour fight, your bond strengthened with each perfectly golden pie or slightly burnt batch of cookies.

jake sim — cafe hopping

— every weekend, you'd both set out to explore different cafes around the city, savoring the diverse menus and unique atmosphere of each location. at every stop you'd try new drinks and pastries while people-watching from your table in the corner of the room, creating elaborate life stories for the other customers around you and imagining their adventures and secrets.

park sunghoon — handwritten letters

— without a set schedule, you exchange handwritten "love letters" with each other at unexpected moments. you'd find them tucked under a pillow, slipped into a coat pocket, or just plainly left on a desk. these notes allowed you both to express the feelings you struggled to articulate in conversation. in the fleeting moments when the letters are discovered amid the rhythm of daily life, they offer solace and forge a deep connection through written expressions of love.

kim sunoo — indoor picnics

— every sunday, without fail, you spend the afternoon under the warm sun, surrounded by cute snacks. this routine lasted almost a month until the sky decided to intervene with an unexpected rain shower, threatening to cancel your plans. undeterred, you proposed relocating indoors. in an instant, your apartment living room transformed into your new go-to picnic spot, complete with comfy blankets and homemade snacks.

yang jungwon — star gazing

— whenever the weight of his idol and leader responsibilities became too much, you and jungwon would escape to the rooftop, lying side by side on a blanket. the expansive night sky, adorned with countless stars, became your sanctuary. with the cool breeze gently whispering around you, both of you with trace constellations, sharing soft laughter and momentarily escaping the world below in each other's comforting presence and the twinkling night sky.

nishimura riki — blanket forts

— the living room quickly transforms into a fortress of pillows and sheets upon hearing the first rumble of thunder outside. you both meticulously arranged cushions and draped blankets until it was almost impossible to move about the room from outside the fort, much to the annoyance of the other members in the dorm. inside, you both would spend the evening surrounded by snacks, playing games together on your phones, or watching your favorite shows together.

[simmattically]

Create Your Own Main Menu for The Sims 4 - Tutorial

Hey folks!

This tutorial will walk you through creating your own main menu override for The Sims 4 based on my custom repository.

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What is required:

JPEXS Free Flash Decompiler

Sims 4 Studio

Raster graphics editor (e.g. Photoshop, Gimp, Photopea)

Your Own Main Menu repository

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Step 1: Download and unzip the Your Own Main Menu repository

It's available on my Patreon page for free.

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Step 2: Prepare your custom images

There are two images that you need to customize:

SimMattically_YourOwnMainMenu_MainBG.pngThis is the main background image, where you want to put the desired graphic.Size: 1440px x 1200px

SimMattically_YourOwnMainMenu_BarBG.pngThis is the second background for the navigation bar on the right.Size: 480px x 1200px

Prepare your own images based on these templates. Do not change the size of the images.

Tips: If you're using a more complex background, such as a screenshot from your game, I recommend blurring the Bar_BG with a Gaussian Blur (~60px). Additionally, I suggest adding a white overlay with ~50% opacity and a 5-pixel wide white bar on the left edge with ~10% opacity. This helps improve the readability of the navigation bar buttons and adds an extra layer of detail to your menu design.

The repository also contains the optional file "SimMattically_RefreshedMainMenu_ScenarioButton.package" from my other mod, which replaces the Scenario button icon with a semi-transparent white version. It's up to you whether you want to use it.

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Step 3: Import the images to the .GFX file

Firstly, open JPEXS Free Flash Decompiler and then open my SimMattically_YourOwnMainMenu_Template.gfx with it.

Select "No to all" when prompted. 

On the left, choose "images" and scroll to the bottom where you will see the images you just edited in their original form. Right-click on each and select "Replace." Select the custom images you prepared in step 2.

Save the file.

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Step 4: Import the .GFX file into the .package file.

Open Sims 4 Studio, then click on "My Projects" and open SimMattically_YourOwnMainMenu.package. Select "Scale Form GFX" (the one with the "gameentrylauncher" description) and click on "Import." Select the modified .GFX file and import it. On Windows OS, you need to switch from .binary to all file types to see the file.

Save the .package file via File -> Save As... Give it a custom name and place it in The Sims 4/Mods folder.

That's it! Enjoy!

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IMPORTANT INFORMATION/TERMS OF USE:

Main menu overrides can become outdated with some game updates, causing them to break the game. You will have to remake your custom main menu with a new, updated template in this case. Always make sure you are using the latest available template and that it's not outdated.

Since these mods can break the game, I do not advise sharing your custom main menus with other players. You are free to do so, but be aware that since you're relying on this repository to create your own version, you most likely won't be able to update the mod and resolve issues for other players on your own, so you take responsibility for breaking their game.

If you decide to share your version with other players, please credit my repository and link to my Patreon post.

Do not put your custom main menu based on this repository behind any paywall or early access. I made this repository and tutorial free for everyone, so keep it fair.

I do not take responsibility for people misusing this repository or breaking your game with incorrectly modified files. I do not provide support for custom main menu overrides created by other creators using this repository.

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[threewaysdivided]

New Desktop Dash, No Bueno

Okay so, new dash layout on desktop.

As seems to be a common reaction: not a fan.

Let's talk about some of the issues:

1. Really visually cluttered

The new sidebar crowds out the dashboard content and the bright blue popup notifications (now at the side AND top) and create-post bar pull your eyes in different directions. There is no space for the eye to rest on anymore - it's all noise. The end result is that everything flattens - there's no focal point anymore.

It's also pretty overwhelming - even for someone like me - so I can't imagine it would be very user-friendly to someone who was photosensitive or struggled with visual overload (especially when paired with the high-contrast 'true blue' default site palette and animated icons for the changes-on-tumblr/staff-picks/trending buttons).

2. The activity pop-up now covers dashboard content

This is really bad from a usability standpoint. In the old layout the activity pop-up used to drop down over the recommended blogs sidebar. Now it actively gets in the way of looking at core content. The dash is why we are here, burying it like this is baffling.

The search bar now drops down over the recommended blogs banner instead, but where the old design had non-critical space on each side of the dashboard to visually allow both features to pop in, this new layout is way worse for efficiency. And for what? Having a rarely-used former drop-down menu now permanently active? The old banner with quick-links for the key use-features (notes, messages, askbox) made much more design sense.

It also means that the activity pop-up gets now completely covered by the blog pop-up that opens when you click the notification, so double demerit there. 0/10.

3. It's harder to navigate to the activity page, and the new page-stretch means you can't see new notes without scrolling down

That first bit is kind of a nitpick but cramming the 'See everything' link down at the bottom of a browser window isn't a great navigation choice. (Again, the visual signifiers and eye-direction in this new design are incredibly poor.)

That the main activity page now requires you to scroll to even see the top note due to the new display ratio is really egregious. It makes another key site feature just slightly less convenient and accessible in a very irritating way. Bad choice.

4. The new ratio pushes the Radar and Main Sponsored slot completely off-screen

This one is directed the tumblr staff: that's also a bad choice, guys. That's your main ad-slot for people loading into Tumblr so hiding it is going to hurt both your ad-impressions and your ability to promote the ad-free option. The new layout ratio also means that the in-dash ads are going to be a lot more invasively screen-filling - and let's be real most users will either add-block or leave before purchasing ad-free. I have no idea what the new layout is trying to achieve but if ad optimisation is the goal then this ain't it, chief.

To be honest I cannot comprehend the rationale for this change. I guess it's visually a bit more like Twitter... but that site is currently being demolished from the inside by poor management decisions so maybe it's not the best aesthetic to be aping.

Well then, what do?

Okay so, new dash bad. And so, in true Tumblr spirit: we complain. However, to get results we must deploy the art of kvetching productively.

If you want the old dash back (or at least, a better new-dash design that corrects some of these big weaknesses) what you should do is head over to https://www.tumblr.com/support and lodge a feedback ticket pointing out the problems. The more users who do that, the more likely you are to see an effective response.

Remember, tagging @staff and @support in posts won't fix this. There's no guarantee they'll see it among the notes barrage.

Also: please don't be rude or abusive when you lodge tickets. Whoever is manning those blogs and inboxes probably isn't the person who forced through this change. Save an intern, be polite.

Go forth in disgruntlement to keep this hellhole a hellhome.

[phantomcodes]

abelia | theme by sage

get the code: $6 - live preview / preview v1 / preview v2 a fansite theme with lots of options!

features (more info below the cut):

toggle: tags on click, faq & navigate popups, links, events, status, members, & affiliates boxes

optional uploadable header image with full, medium, & short height options

choose between left, right, or both sidebars

headerbar includes icon/blog title, home & archive links, ask link or faq popup, search bar or explore popup, scroll to top, day/night, & tumblr controls buttons

sidebars include an uploadable image with a custom description, links, events, status, members, affiliates, & info boxes

optional disclaimer footer

customizable: colors, body & title fonts, and font size

npf supported, responsive design, 3 corner options, tabler icons

only the (optional) faq & navigate popups need to be changed in the code, everything else can be changed in the customize panel! however there are other changes you can make in the code if you want - please see the customization guide

terms:

reblog if using

do not touch the credit

all terms / faq

credits listed in the code / credits page

please consider supporting me ♡

blog name !! important

make sure you fill out the blog name field, this is what will show on the top of all your original posts. to clarify: your blog name is your blog’s url - for example: phantomcodes

responsive sidebar

when the browser window gets too small the sidebar will disappear and become toggleable, the sidebar toggle button will appear on the right side of the headerbar next to the day/night button

faq popup

the faq menu has your blog's ask box and allows for unlimited questions

navigate popup

the navigation menu has a search bar and allows for unlimited links with optional section titles & subtitles

sidebars

if you use both sidebars the reblog button will move to the bottom of the post next to the like button, the permalink will move to the more info popup at the top of the post

if you want to move sidebar boxes around please see the customization guide!

links box

the links box has up to 6 links

events box

the events box has up to 2 events each with an optional image, title, date, status, a short description, and up to 2 links

status box

the status box has up to 4 status that can be on or off, and up to 4 updates

members box

the members box will automatically fill with the members of the blog, you can manually edit the members if you want (see the customization guide)

affiliates box

the affiliates box has up to 12 affiliates -more can be added in the code (see the customization guide) and a link to the submit box

info box

the info box has up to 4 stats

general notes

many things will not show up if they're left empty, some examples: if you don't want the updates leave the update 1 field blank, if you don't want the disclaimer leave the disclaimer field blank, etc.

reminders

remember tumblr’s customize panel is buggy, toggle the options on/off before saving

i’m still on a sort of semi-hiatus, i’ll be around for questions but please check my faq, answered asks, etc. before asking - i will not answer repeated questions!

[codingflicks]

Simple Responsive Navbar

[divinector]

Responsive Navigation Menu

[eternal-sunflowers]

Apollo's New Muse

AO3 | written for @steddiebingo hop into spring mini event | prompt: blind date | rating: t | wc: 4.3k | cw: language, allusions to a toxic relationship (not steddie) | tags: alternate universe - no upside down, modern au, blind date, getting together, eddie POV, past stancy (but they're friends now), platonic soulmates eddie munson and nancy wheeler

Eddie walks into the restaurant exactly 10 minutes before 7:00 – enough time to survey the place without stress. As if he isn’t at least comfortably familiar with the place already – one of his blind date stipulations, a place that he knew well enough to know how to navigate without panic. He takes a look around, eyes flitting to each and every exit, as he walks up to the host stand. “Hi, uh, reservation under Wheeler?” 

The host smiles at him as they type into their computer. “Perfect. Got you right here, Mr. Wheeler. Follow me.” Eddie wrinkles his nose at being called Mr. Wheeler, but Nancy insisted on putting the reservation in her name for the date, so he swallows down the prickly feeling as the host grabs two menus and silverware and leads Eddie through the restaurant. They stop at a small table off to the side wall, other patrons murmuring into their dinners around them. “Here you are, sir. I’ll bring your guest once they arrive.”

Eddie thanks the host and takes a seat, quickly resuming his scan of the place. He notes every exit and the fastest path to get to every exit three times over in his head, repeats it like the life-saving mantra he knows it to be. He knows the place, but it’s always good, he thinks, to review everything and remind himself of the exits in case they suddenly moved, or one of them was cordoned off for some reason, or there was a massive party that would be hell to navigate past, or–

Eddie sighs.

He hadn’t ever thought too much about the exits of a place, or how many things could actually be an exit when you put your mind to it – and you’d be surprised, really, at what could be an exit if you were desperate enough. 

No, he hadn’t thought too seriously about that.

Not until Billy. 

Until Billy’s charming smile and strong hands and gruffness swooped into his life and turned it all upside down. 

His phone buzzes on the table. 

Nancy: stop biting your nails or i’ll come throw my drink on you

Eddie laughs, looking up to scan the room again. He spots Nancy at one of the barside tables, perfectly in his line of vision. 

She’s a saint, he’s decided. 

He lifts the hand he’d been absolutely mauling and finger waves at her. She only smirks in response and gives him a tiny thumbs up.

Eddie: as if you would risk ruining the hair you spent so long on fixing, nance-a-lot

He hears her laugh across the room and something settles within him, small chunks of the colossal anxiety within him melting away at the sound. Nancy is here. And wherever Nancy is means safety. 

Eddie breathes out a bit easier, feels his chest loosen just a bit. It’s going to be okay. He’ll make it through this blind date, go home with his best friend, vent about what a disaster it was, and move on with his life. Maybe then Nancy would accept that he just wants to be alone.

Being alone is safer. Easier. Less messy. 

Less terrifying. 

“Stop spiraling, Munson.” He breathes out, shakes his hands out at his sides in an effort to calm himself. A waiter comes by and fills up a glass with water for him. Eddie smiles, offers up his thanks, sips on the water. He focuses intently on his breathing, willing his nerves to mellow the fuck out. 

He scans the restaurant again, surveys the people enjoying their dinners and drinks, tries to see if he recognizes any of them or if any of them look threatening in any way. He’s on his second round of re-checking the area, his eyes sweeping back toward the front of the restaurant when they land on, quite literally, the most gorgeous man he’s ever seen.

“Jesus fucking christ.” Eddie mutters, hand gripping his water glass a bit too tightly, as he stares at the man who just waltzed in the front door. 

Eddie can’t glean much from this far, but what he can, he decides, is absolute beauty. If you could bottle up the concept of beautiful and market it to the masses, this man would be the face of it all. The essence. The sole driving force of it. Without him, beautiful doesn’t even exist. 

Eddie’s not even sure he knew what beautiful was before seeing this man. This man, with his swoop of soft as fuck looking hair, with his slightly tanned skin, with his fucking polo shirt tight around his biceps, with–

The man laughs then. At what? Eddie has no fucking clue, but now he’s laser focused on the sound. That laugh could be bottled up, too, as a fucking drug. A pick me up for the hard days. A pure shot of serotonin. 

Forget antidepressants – just have this man laugh into a bottle, squeeze it down into a powder, mix it all up, and fucking sell it to poor, pitiful fucks like Eddie so they have some minor modicum of joy in their dull lives. 

And that mouth? Jesus. He’s far away, but Eddie is sure that is the prettiest mouth he’s ever seen. Eddie can just make out tiny dots across the man’s skin, freckles or moles, he’s not sure, but fuck is he hoping its both. He wants to map out this man’s body, find every dot lining his skin and lick them. 

Eddie snaps out of his reverie when he sees the man start moving, walking alongside the host that sat Eddie, smiling and laughing back and forth. Eddie realizes with an ice cold clarity that this man is his date only a millisecond before the host gestures at the table and speaks, “Here you are, sir. Your waiter will be with you shortly. Have a great evening!” The man thanks the host and slides into the seat across from Eddie. The host walks off back to their stand, wholly unaware of how they just changed Eddie’s entire goddamn life. 

Good or bad? Fuck if Eddie knows. 

If Eddie thought he was fucked from afar ogling this man, he’s doubly fucked now that he can see his eyes up close. Eyes that are goddamn glittering back at him, perfectly smooth and golden like his morning coffee. 

“Hi.” The man’s voice – soft but a bit scratchy, like it’s been well-used – slips between the cracks in Eddie’s armor, slithers down into the caverns of his being, and sings, spreading warmth into his aching muscles. The man smiles at Eddie, a half-face kind of thing, one that looks like it’s excited but restraining itself, unsure yet of what it’s allowed to show. 

It’s only then that Eddie realizes he’s probably been staring like a goddamn creep instead of greeting this fucking adonis of a man. 

The man’s eyes flicker to Eddie’s glass. “You mad at your water?”

“Shit.” Eddie relinquishes the glass, his hand frigid and pruning at the prolonged contact.

The man reaches across the table, offering up a napkin. “Here you go.”

Eddie takes the napkin, mutters a quiet thanks that comes out more like a garble that he’s sure isn’t even audible, never even makes it past his lips, as he dries off his hand. He flexes his fingers, trying to regain more of the sensation back into them. 

“So…” The man coughs, a sad thing. The kind of cough someone does when they’re feeling awkward, or left out, or forgotten.

“Shit.” Eddie spits out, looks up frantically.

The man laughs, and if Eddie thought it was beautiful before, he’s fucking starstruck by it now being so close to it. He’s half tempted to dump his water into the plant behind him and use his empty glass to corral all the laughter he can before sealing it off and hoarding it home with him like a dragon. “Is that the only word you know?”

Eddie blinks.

“Shit.” The man clarifies, a smirk spreading across his face. “Is it? The only word you know?” 

Eddie breaks then, laughter of his own spilling out as he goes to drag his hands down his face, stopping mere seconds before his fingers collide with the eyeliner Nancy helped him perfect. He settles for ruffling his hair instead, can practically hear Nancy both chastising and mocking him in his head. 

The man raises an eyebrow. “So, you can laugh. That’s good to know. We’re up to at least two distinct sounds now.”

“Shit – no, fuck, man – I mean–” Eddie groans, wrings one hand across his mouth.

“Take your time.” The man smirks, and god, does Eddie want to taste it.

The waiter comes by then to fill up the man’s water. “Hi, I’m Alex, I’ll be your waiter tonight. Are you two ready to order, or would you like some more time?”

“We’d love some more time to look over things, if that’s okay, Alex?” The man beams up at the waiter. 

Alex smiles in response and nods. “Of course. I’ll circle back soon. Let me know if you have any questions.”

Alex walks off, leaving Steve to turn back toward Eddie, his eyes sparkling anew with something Eddie can’t quite identify, but fuck if it doesn’t look like trouble.

“So, the waiter has introduced themself to me before my date has. That’s one for the books.” The man quips, a teasing lilt to his smile as he sips his Alex water. 

If Eddie hadn’t spent the last years of his life learning how to read every single expression and movement a person could make, he wouldn’t have noticed the slight tension to the man’s jaw, or the way his fingers kept rubbing the same pattern across his water glass, almost obsessively so. He notices the man’s leg tapping beneath the table, too, a staccato beat that wants to shoot up Eddie’s own leg and burrow deep in the cavern inside of him. 

The man’s nervous, maybe anxious or upset. Something bad in between all the hopefulness flayed out for Eddie to see. Eddie wonders how someone can wear their emotions so easily, put them out to be scrutinized like this.

Well, not everyone is traumatized like you, dumbass, Eddie thinks to himself.

He sighs and leans forward, pulling his hands to his lap to fidget in silence, away from prying eyes like his own. Out of sight, out of mind. He clears his throat, looks up into the absolute ray of sunshine across from him, part of him wishing the radiance will burn his skin, give him something tangible to remember today by. “I’m sorry. I’m so out of practice with, like, all of this.”

“What, dating?”

“I mean, yeah.” Eddie focuses on spinning his rings, tries desperately to keep his head up and focused on the man in front of him, but he feels that familiar anxiety bubble roiling inside of him.

The man leans forward and smiles, soft and kind. “Well, let me help you get back into the swing of things, then. I’m Steve.”

Eddie cocks his head slightly, brain working overtime to pin down Steve, a name so familiar yet apparently blocked off when the man himself is sent specifically to torture him. “Eddie.”

Steve practically beams in response, the tension slipping from his body. “Eddie.” He snaps his fingers twice across the table, then points. “The artist slash musician, yeah?” 

Eddie blinks, because apparently that’s what his brain deems as an acceptable response when caught off guard. “...yeah? How’d you–?”

“Nance hasn’t shut up about you since the day you two became friends, basically. Just didn’t realize that’s who she set me up with until now, though I should have guessed.” Steve shrugs.

Eddie’s brain short-circuits for approximately 8 seconds as he stares back at Steve. He blinks again, because that’s all he’s fucking good for, apparently, until the name Steve resonates like an old song in his brain. “Oh, shit.” 

He shifts his gaze from Steve over to Nancy at her bar table. She’s smiling at him already when she catches his stare, her expression shifting, eyebrows raising in question. Eddie tilts his head at Steve and slightly widens his eyes. She mouths at him to “stay” and glares in response, crossing her arms across her chest. 

Eddie squints back at her, pulls his hands up from their fidgeting to sign back, “Why?” 

Nancy rolls her eyes and relents, signing back her own, “Please. Just trust me.”

Eddie sighs, signs back, “Fine. We’ll talk later.” Nancy nods, smiles in response before turning back to whoever the fuck had materialized at her table when Eddie was too busy ogling Steve. Shit, should he be watching her?

“Were you just signing with Nancy?” Steve’s voice is full of awe.

Eddie snaps back to Steve, his own eyes wide with shock and curiosity. “You know ASL?”

Steve smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah. I, uh –” He grimaces, reaches a hand up to fidget with the hair over his ear, slightly fluffing it out. “Nance kind of taught me? Or, I guess, we learned together? It’s all kind of muddy, honestly.” 

Eddie slumps back. “Fuck, you really are her ex, aren’t you?”

Steve’s grimace grows at that and he flinches – honest to god flinches. “You figured it out, then?”

“Just now, yeah.”

Steve sighs. “Do you want me to go?”

Eddie looks back at Steve, at the way he’s folded in on himself, arms across his chest, no longer the open laughing adonis of a man that had slid into his life just ten minutes ago. Thinks about how he’d feel if he never got to hear that laugh again, see that smile again, see the glittering of those eyes again. His heart makes the choice before his brain can catch up to just how much this man screams danger. “No.”

Steve quirks his brow up, his shoulders dropping slightly. “No?”

“No, I don’t want you to go, unless you want to.” Maybe he doesn’t have to be danger. Maybe he can just be…a small catastrophe. Yeah, sure, that reasoning is fully sound, Eddie, fucking hell.

“‘S not too weird for you? Best friend on a date with best friend’s ex?”

Eddie laughs, then stops as he notices how Steve flinches away from him at the sound. He leans forward immediately and, at the flick of a switch, schools his face into his calmest smile. “Shit, man, I wasn’t laughing at you, I promise. I was laughing at myself.” Eddie sighs, settles his arms on the table. “Look, I don’t know what Nancy’s told you about me, but, my life is, like, the textbook definition of weird.” 

Steve leans a bit closer to the table, his shoulders dropping a bit more. “Yeah?” 

Eddie takes it as a win and keeps going. “Actually, I think they had to write, like, whole new ass textbooks and shit to make room for what level of weirdness my life exudes.” Eddie spots the edge of a smile on Steve’s lips and locks in, his only goal in life now to resurrect that smile. He leans forward, drops his voice to a whisper as he glances furtively over Steve’s shoulder and back to his beautiful eyes. “I think Nancy helped write it, to be honest. She’s probably working on a new edition right now, taking notes of every weird ass thing I do on my date with Adonis over here.”

Steve laughs. Not the full, beautiful sound from earlier, but halfway there. Eddie grins, a full face thing, surely something maniacal, but he can’t be bothered to care, because Steve is laughing and lowering his shoulders even more. Eddie fake shushes him and continues. “I’m serious! I think she, like, snuck into my room and took meticulous notes of my life when I was at work to help her like I’m a goddamn character study of hers for some article.”

“I wouldn’t put it past her. She’s always been too determined for her own good.” 

“Yeah?” Eddie’s grin intensifies, happy to have gotten something in response now. Evening isn’t totally botched, then.

“Yeah. She wrote circles around everyone on the school paper. Shocked none of us when she got that scholarship up here.” Steve slumps his shoulders fully, leans his arms on the table in a mirror of Eddie’s. 

“Oh, I’m not surprised. She’s fucking killing it. She ever tell you how we became friends?”

Steve smiles, leans forward the slightest amount, but enough that Eddie notices and his own breath hitches in response. “She might have, but I’d rather hear the story from Apollo here.”

Eddie quirks a brow. “Apollo?”

“If I’m Adonis, then you’re definitely Apollo.”

Eddie, to no one’s surprise, blinks back.

“You have no clue what Apollo does, do you?”

“Not a one, Stevie.”

Steve blushes, bites his lip as he ducks his head, runs a hand through his delectable hair. Fuck. “He, uh, he’s known for like, being the brother of Artemis, or whatever. And people tend to think of archery with him, or prophecy honestly. But, he’s really cool and important, also, for all of the stuff he does with music. Like, really good with music and poetry and captivating people. So, yeah – you do music, ergo, Apollo.”

“Ergo?” Eddie blushes, bites his lip to hold back a laugh, and maybe a love confession, but Steve doesn’t have to know that. 

Steve sighs, but his mouth holds a slight smirk. “Are you just going to repeat the words I say back at me the whole date?”

“If it keeps making you make that cute face, then yeah, absolutely.” 

“Jesus fucking christ.” Steve mutters, ducking his face into his hands briefly. “Just tell the story, man.”

Eddie admires Steve for a brief moment. Looks at how the low lights coat his hair in a honey-like swirl, how his biceps are practically screaming at the sleeves of his polo, how, oh my god is that chest hair peeking out? Fuck, Eddie is so gone on this man already. He swallows, his throat suddenly thick with premature love confessions and thoughts of Steve’s writhing body beneath him. “How can Apollo spin a tale if he can’t see the face of his Adonis to inspire him on?”

“Oh my god.” Steve groans – a literal groan. That doesn’t do anything untoward to Eddie at all. Nothing. “You said you’re out of practice, you can’t just say shit like that, man. You’re not out of practice at all.”

Eddie smirks. “Appreciate the vote of confidence there, Stevie. Now, can I please gaze upon your beautiful face again so we can continue the best night of my life?”

Steve looks up then, biting back his own blinding smile. “Best night of your life, huh?” Eddie nods. “Well, who am I to disrupt that?” 

Alex circles back to their table then. “Are we ready, folks? Any questions about the menu?”

Steve and Eddie mutter out a simultaneous shit, realizing they’d spent the last however long flirting instead of actively looking at the menu. 

Alex seems to read the panic on their faces and smiles. “I’ll give you a few more minutes.” He leans in briefly, a conspiratorial grin on his face. “Though, if I can offer a suggestion, my favorites, underrated as they are, are the chicken marsala and the chicken florentine. The salads are also amazing.” With that, Alex winks, then leans back and walks off to another table.

Eddie locks eyes with Steve. “Well, I think Alex just decided my dinner for me.”

Steve laughs, some of that beautiful music from earlier returning to his voice, much more relaxed now. Eddie warms at that, cherishes the feeling of comfort it brings. “Yeah, me too.” He stares back at Eddie for a moment. “There’s more important things I want to spend my energy focusing on besides choosing what to eat.”

“Yeah?” Eddie can’t help the hopeful lilt to his voice.

Steve leans forward, places his hand, palm up on the table between them. “Yeah, Apollo.”

The blush comes on so violently that Eddie knows he must look like he just spent the whole day walking in the park, but he doesn’t care. Not when Steve is smiling at him like this, posture relaxed and easy, eyes twinkling with mischief and mirth at him. Not when Steve has his hand laid out like an invitation, something that seems to promise more warmth and comfort and enjoyment. Eddie flicks his eyes between Steve’s eyes and hand. If it makes Steve anxious or concerned, he doesn’t let on – just keeps gazing at Eddie so soft.

Against his better judgement, against all the warring in his chaotic brain, Eddie’s resolve breaks, a crack in the carefully crafted armor, just big enough for him to slip through to offer the tiniest sliver of his being to the man before him.

Eddie slips his palm into Steve’s. The second their skin connects, it’s like firecrackers in his bloodstream, exploding through every fiber of his being, laying down new paths through the sinew stringing him together, crushing and reknitting his bones to make them full of warmth and strength, swirling around his brain and sneaking into the recesses there to replace fear and hurt with kindness and comfort. His whole body vibrates with the shock of Steve’s touch, but Steve doesn’t waver. He squeezes Eddie’s hand in response, links their fingers together. Eddie can’t help it, lets out a shuddering breath, a quiet, “Fuck.”

Steve lets out a small laugh. “Maybe not on the first date, but we’ll see how the night goes.”

Eddie groans. “You can’t just say shit like that to me, Stevie. Do you even realize how beautiful you are?”

“Right back at you, Apollo.” Steve beams at him, a smile so blinding that, yeah, Eddie could really use sunglasses or something to protect him.

So, Eddie flicks his gaze over Steve’s shoulder to catch Nancy’s attention. The one person he trusts to protect him in any capacity. It takes a moment, but she looks up and locks eyes with him, a questioning tilt to her head. Eddie does his best to convey his inner turmoil to her through minute facial expressions – a slight lift to his brow, a widening of his eye in question of if he can really have this, if this is really good and okay. 

If this isn’t going to bite him in the ass or leave him beaten and bruised in the end. 

He’d sign to her, but knowing Steve knows ASL…yeah, not very subtle, though Eddie doubts he’s being subtle now, but he’s choosing to ignore that and hoping Steve is too. Plus, he’d have to let go of Steve’s hand, and like hell he’s going to do that right now.

Nancy smiles back at him, signs to him because she has nothing to hide from. “You like him?”

Eddie nods.

“You’re scared?”

Another nod.

Her smile softens. Eddie vaguely notices the person at the table with her looking back and forth between them. He’ll have to question Nancy later, but she doesn’t seem to be in any trouble, so he’s letting it slide for now. “You deserve this, Eddie. He’s good. I promise.” 

Nancy’s table partner seems to widen their own eyes at that and Eddie’s gaze locks briefly with them. The person narrows their eyes, goddamn signs to him. Jesus. “He’s amazing. Don’t hurt him. Or else.”

Fuckin’ hell, did Eddie just get signed an abbreviated shovel talk from some random person hanging out with Nancy? Well, maybe not wholly random. He guesses that they know Steve or else they wouldn’t have shovel talked him via sign language. That’s a new one. 

Eddie nods back, at both of them, he guesses, and they smile and return to their own conversation. Jesus, Eddie is going to have a hell of a conversation with Nancy later. 

Alex rounds back to the table then, a smile on his own face. “We ready, gentlemen?”

Eddie looks at Steve, a smile shared between them, before turning to face their waiter. “Yeah, Alex. The chicken florentine sounds great.”

“Chicken marsala for me, then.” Steve looks up at Alex. “Thanks so much for your recommendations.”

A pleased look takes over Alex’s face as he writes down their orders. “Of course, gentlemen. I’ll get this put in right away. Just flag me down if you need anything.” With that, he takes their menus and walks off, leaving them in their own little bubble again. 

Eddie turns his gaze back to Steve, returns to his body at the slow circles being rubbed against his hand by the man before him. Steve’s face holds a questioning smile, a small lift of his brow. 

Eddie squeezes Steve’s hand and offers his own smile, lets off the brakes and lets it really take over his face. Steve’s own brightens at that, his eyes widening a bit, sparkling like a goddamn river in the sunrise, rippling with currents of emotions that Eddie’s not sure of, not sure he can handle losing if this all goes to shit. 

But, what if it doesn’t go to shit? What if he’s different?

If Eddie’s being honest, which he rarely is, at least with himself, he’s goddamn terrified. But, he’s holding the hand of some Greek symbol of perfected beauty brought to life, feeling the full warmth of that touch throughout this entire body. He’s looking into soft eyes that scream of morning coffee over the kitchen island; feeling the warmth of a palm that promises movie nights snuggled together under a thick quilt, limbs tangled until it’s wholly unidentifiable who they belong to; seeing the radiating edges of a blinding smile that promises more laughter and love than Eddie’s ever experienced, enough to fill him and start to heal the very foundation of his being alongside the patches Nancy has managed to place.

So, Eddie laughs, swallows down the loudest parts of dissent within him and says, “Fuck it.” He props his elbow up and leans against his open palm. “Alright, Adonis. I think I owe you a story.” 

Steve mirrors Eddie’s pose, face radiating mirth and softness. “Serenade me, then, Apollo.”

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oscar piastri x strategist!reader

me and him? that's funny

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Being an American working in Formula 1 brought its own set of challenges: language barriers, cultural differences, and the intense pace. Thankfully, you weren’t alone in navigating it all. Oscar had introduced you to his friend, Logan, a fellow American and driver for Williams. Over summer break, you’d even spent a week with him in Florida—a quick flight from home.

Now, back in Zandvoort for the Dutch GP, you arrived early to prepare for the race weekend. When you finally saw Oscar and Lando in the paddock, you gave both a big hug.

"I missed you guys," you said, grinning.

"How was your break?" Lando asked. "I saw you visited Logan in Florida."

Oscar’s expression turned noticeably dark. You glanced at him, confused, but turned back to Lando. "Yeah, Logan’s close by, so we hung out for a bit."

Without a word, Oscar suddenly walked off, leaving you with a bewildered look.

“What’s up with him?” you asked Lando, who just smirked knowingly.

Throughout the weekend, Oscar was noticeably cold toward you. He wasn’t rude, exactly, but the short responses and the indifference were maddening. Later, while venting to Logan, you spotted Oscar heading over.

"Hey, man," Logan greeted, giving Oscar a quick handshake.

Oscar’s gaze was steely. “Just looking for my strategist. But it seems like she’d rather work over here.”

Rolling your eyes, you replied, “Maybe if I got more than one-word answers from you, I would.”

Logan shifted awkwardly. "Uh… I’ll let you two work this out," he muttered, backing away.

You folded your arms, holding Oscar’s stare.

“Your boyfriend didn’t have to leave because of me,” Oscar muttered.

“He’s not my boyfriend, and you know that,” you said, exasperated.

“Doesn’t seem like it, with you visiting him over the break and all.”

“Me and him?” you scoffed. “That’s funny. You’re the one who told me to be friends with him!”

Oscar’s cheeks flushed. “Yeah, but I didn’t expect you to pick him over me.”

“Pick him over you?” you snapped. "What on earth are you talking about?”

You stared at Oscar, waiting for an answer, the frustration simmering between you both. He hesitated, his gaze softening, and then, almost reluctantly, he let out a small sigh.

“Look,” he began, voice quieter, “it’s just… I didn’t expect you’d get so close with Logan. Not because he’s not great, but because…” He trailed off, clearly struggling with his words.

You softened, curiosity and something more filling your chest. “Because what?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks slightly pink. “Because I… I like you. I know it’s probably not what you’re expecting to hear right now, but seeing you with him over the break, I just… I realized I wanted to be the one you wanted to spend time with.”

Your heart skipped, and for a second, all the frustration melted away. “Oscar,” you whispered, a smile tugging at your lips. “You could’ve just told me.”

He let out a small laugh, looking a bit sheepish. “Yeah, I didn’t realize how much I felt until I thought I’d lost my chance.”

You took a step closer, the paddock noise fading into the background. “There’s no competition. You’re the one I’d rather be with, always.”

He grinned, his usual confidence back as he reached for your hand. “Then, maybe we can grab dinner after the race? No teammates, no distractions. Just us.”

You squeezed his hand, feeling warmth bloom in your chest. “I’d like that. A lot.”

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[𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐲] 𝐃𝐔𝐃𝐄, 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐌𝐜𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐃'𝐒 | (afab!Reader/Dabi)

◇ summary: You're craving some McDonald's so you drag Dabi along with you to go get a burger and fries, but the man cannot keep it in his pants around you. ◇ contains: Unprotected Naughties, Semi-Public Smut, Creampie, Swearing, McDonald's Bathroom (that's a warning on its own) ◇ wc: [2.4K] (Ao3)

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Taking Dabi with you to McDonald's was a mistake.

You were just trying to get a fucking burger, not get your back blown out in a public restroom. But alas, here you were, shoved up against the toilet paper dispenser with the man’s hands groping your ass, squeezing the flesh with his large palms as he backed you up into the stall. You pressed your hands against the powder blue toilet partition wall, stifling a laugh as you read one of the little messages scrawled on the bumpy surface.

‘The future is in your hands’ — and scribbled beneath it in different handwriting: ‘my dick is the future?’ How truly poetic. Ah, public bathroom stalls: the home of the funniest jokes and best life advice you’ll ever read. And, apparently, Dabi’s favorite place to fuck. To be fair, it didn’t really matter to the villain where he got his dick wet, as long as he could have you choking on it with that pretty tongue of yours dangling aimlessly against the underside. 

“Dabi–” you complained half-heartedly.

The only reply he graced you with was a breathless chuckle before cutting you off with a searing hot kiss. Of course. There was no arguing with the man once he’d made up his mind. He fumbled, shoving his fingers beyond the edge of your waistband, eager to get his hand cupping that precious cunt of yours. 

You just had to wiggle your ass at him on the way in, didn’t you?

It started with Dabi’s hand on your waist as you went over to the digital kiosks to place an order. Whenever the two of you went out, he made it a point to hold onto you in some way, shape or form. Your hand in his. A tight grip on your waist, or middle. Anything to keep you nice and close. By his side, where you belonged. You didn’t know why Dabi was so insistent on touching you in public — perhaps he simply wanted to be close to you, or maybe he liked to show off who his pretty girl was. Whatever Dabi’s reasons were, his fingers brushed against the hem of your clothes, playing with fabric as he wrapped his arms around you from behind.

“What do you want?” you asked, feeling the villain move to rest his head on your shoulder and peer at the screen. “I’m gonna just get a burger and fries.” 

“Milkshake.” Dabi’s voice was gruff as he grunted his response in your ear. Navigating the categories until he found what he was looking for, he pointed at the menu to show you what he was craving. “And a 10-piece of nuggets.”

Having you in his arms always had the unfortunate side-effect of eroding Dabi’s ability to restrain himself. You just looked so fucking perfect with his hands on your hips. With every passing second you spent choosing your meal, Dabi became more impatient with the situation. Not for the food no. You were wearing that good perfume again. The one that made his dick hard whenever he so much as caught a whiff of it. And now that the man had his hands on you, Dabi couldn’t help himself anymore. You were so damn delicious — he was practically salivating already. His cerulean eyes traced the curve of your exposed neck, drinking in every dip and curve of bare skin you had on display. It looked so soft, inviting — and far too pristine and flawless to his liking. Not nearly enough marks and hickeys to decorate your beautiful body. He should change that.

Bruised was a really nice color on you, after all.

You gasped feeling his lips on your neck – a rush of energy flooding your body. The shiver that ran down your spine made Dabi’s grin grow wider.

“Fuck — Dabi!” you scolded, feeling his teeth sinking into the tender flesh of your exposed nape. The man was shameless as he sucked your skin between his teeth and bit down. There was no way he wasn’t leaving a hickey behind with how ferociously he was lapping at your body. Every little noise you made only riled Dabi up more – the sound of your voice, gasping and scandalized by his actions made his cock throb in anticipation.

“If you insist, baby…” he hissed out, dragging you away from the kiosk toward the bathroom. You stumbled over your own feet, trailing after Dabi as he made his way to the back of the McDonald’s dining area. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was on his mind right now and you knew for a fact that Dabi didn’t give a shit about having a quicky in public. He’d have you anytime, anywhere. As long as you were willing to spread those pretty fucking thighs for him, he was ready to stuff you full of cum without hesitation.

That’s how you ended up with one foot on the toilet seat and your hot-blooded boyfriend rutting his hard cock into your clothed pussy. Dabi’s fingers slipped into your underwear — a pleased, guttural groan rumbling in his chest as they brushed against your cunt, finding it already nice and wet for him.

“Shit, babe,” he cursed, pressing a couple of fingers into your aching heat. Just feeling your walls clench around these two digits drove him wild. His breath feels hot against your ear as he leaned in, resting his head against your shoulder while his fingers got to work prying you open to get you ready for his throbbing cock. “Here I thought I was bein’ the needy one but look at you. Guess you’re just as filthy as me, hm? That’s okay, it’s what I like about ya.”

“Dabi,” you whined desperately, back arching against the partition wall as he curled his nimble fingers inside of you. “Hurry the hell up, we’re gonna get caught —”

“We won’t be if you keep that pretty mouth of yours shut, baby.” Dabi clamped his free hand firmly over your lips, muffling whatever retort you were about to spit back at him. It was probably some sarcastic bullshit comment anyway so he wasn’t sorry about shutting you up in the slightest. “Just keep that leg up on the seat and let me handle the rest, yeah?”

When you mumbled an affirmative series of noises against the palm of his hand, Dabi chuckled. Even when he tried to keep you quiet you just couldn’t resist trying to get the last word in. It was part of your charm and just made him want to fuck you so hard until that chatty attitude of yours shattered and all you could say was his name. You knew that too. It was a fun little game the both of you liked to play, especially in a public setting like this one.

Eventually, one of you would crack and Dabi would end up balls deep inside of you.

There was no time for romance right now. He fumbled with his belt, pulling his pants down just enough to free his cock. You could feel it pressing against your inner thigh, pre-cum smearing against the edge of your panties as he rutted against you in anticipation. The fabric stretched and tensed, cutting into your skin when Dabi yanked at them — your voice catching in your throat as he ripped your underwear clean off. A twinge of annoyance flashed in your mind — that was one of your favorite pairs. Your eyes followed the fabric scraps to the floor where they lay discarded against the greasy tiles of the McDonald’s bathroom, ruined and destroyed. You didn’t have time to mourn their loss: Dabi was done wasting any more precious seconds of not fucking you senseless. The man shoved his cock inside of your sweet, warm pussy — groaning with a desperation that set the hair in the back of your neck on end.

Your head lightly banged against the power blue partition wall and your foot nearly slipped off the toilet seat as Dabi began thrusting into you. The movements were shallow and sharp, grinding deliciously against that spongey spot inside of you that he loved to bully with his pierced cock. It’s like the guy knew exactly where to hit you to make you whimper and cry like a common whore. He could feel your hungry breaths catching against his palm — fingers clasping tightly over your lips to keep you from screaming.

“Keep it down, princess, this is a fucking family establishment,” Dabi taunted with a breathless whisper, never once slowing down his pace or pausing to let you catch a break. 

You could only mewl into his hand, struggling to keep your heavenly cries under control each time he slammed his hips into you. Dabi’s burning blue eyes are glued to yours as he roughly pistoned his cock as far as it would go into your precious pussy. You felt so fucking perfect — he couldn’t get enough of you. Hell, half the time you two ended up fucking in a bathroom it was because Dabi couldn’t keep his dick from twitching at the sight of you. Even now, when he had you clenching on his fat cock, he wanted more. Harder. Deeper. Faster. It would never be enough. The toilet stall walls groaned and creaked with each thrust, shaking as they threatened to shamble off the hinges the longer you two spent inside the cubicle.

You could feel his tip grinding up against your cervix as Dabi leaned his full weight into you.

For now, the bathrooms were deserted but it would be naive to think they would remain that way. It was both thrilling and terrifying to know that the threat of someone catching the two of you in the act was very real. It added an itching urgency to the way Dabi moved, goading him into finishing this little romp as quickly as possible. He was doing a bang-up job at that. Your legs trembled as he fucked himself into you, eagerly slamming you down on his cock.

“Ssh, ssh, ssh —” he cooed when you got too loud again, pressing his lips against your forehead for a quick kiss. If it were any other man, the gesture might have been soothing. But this was Dabi: you knew better. The man was taunting you, taking pleasure in the fact that his pretty girl couldn’t moan for him like she wanted to. “Shut the hell up, you’re gonna get us caught…”

The way your eyes fluttered each time Dabi shoved his cock into your sweet cunt, your breath fanning against the palm of his hand — there was just something so fucking hot about your flushed face leaning back against the toilet stall like that. You looked completely helpless and desperate, just the way Dabi liked to have you. Grinding on his cock like you had something to prove, gasping and whining into the palm of his hand. You sounded almost like you were choking. He was utterly obsessed with that blissfully fucked-out look in your eyes. The sight alone was enough to make him wanna fill that pretty pussy of yours with his spunk. His fingers tightened their grip as he picked up the pace, digging into the soft flesh of your cheeks and admiring the way your face puffed up in his grip.

“You look so fucking good like this,” Dabi panted into your ear. His cock twitched in anticipation of what was to come. The man was so ready to fill you up with his thick, velvety cum. Every muffled moan you let out pushed him closer to the edge, urging him to cum in that heavenly cunt of yours. But there was one more thing he needed before he could finally give in to that desire. “I need you to cum on this dick, baby. C’mon, do it for me. I need to feel that pussy gushing on my cock, give it to me…” Dabi’s free hand grabbed your thigh and pressed it against the stall, spreading you open even more so he could shove himself even deeper and harder into you. You cried out, squirming at the feeling of his flushed tip plunging into your quivering pussy.

There was no holding back anymore. You couldn’t if you tried. Not with the man’s cock practically spearing you into oblivion.

Dabi felt your sweet cunt clenching, walls fluttering furiously and tightly around his hard cock as your orgasm crashed over you. He fucked you through each wave, shoving your body against the partition wall as it buckled and shook under the pressure. Feeling you clenching on his dick was all Dabi needed to drop his load inside of you as well. His teeth sank into your neck in an attempt to muffle his groans as he spilled his cum into you, cock pulsing with each ripple of pleasure that coursed through him. You felt your legs trembling, struggling to stay upright in the cramped toilet stall as he pumped you full. Thank fuck for Dabi holding you up or you would have sank through your knees ages ago. Every sweet, hot ounce of his cum poured into you, dribbling down and gathering at the base of his cock as he churned your insides until he was completely, utterly satisfied.

Once Dabi was completely spent, he pulled out and released your breathless mouth from his grasp. Quickly shoving his cock back into his pants and buckling up, the man cast a glance through the cracks of the toilet stall to see if anyone had walked in. The room was deserted. You were in the clear — having gotten away with a quick fuck in a McDonald’s bathroom. It was quite thrilling but also deeply embarrassing. Not exactly the type of passionate encounter you’d brag about to your friends.

You were perfectly happy to never tell a damn soul what had happened here today.

“Looks like it’s our lucky day,” Dabi chuckled out, grinning from ear to ear as he basked in the thrill of your public little tryst. Ripping a piece of toilet paper from the holder, he dabbed you clean and wiped away his spunk before chucking it in the bowl, flushing. It was a nice gesture, really, since you didn’t have a pair of panties to cover yourself with anymore.

As you both made your way out of the bathroom, you smoothed out the creases in your clothes, trying to act normal. Luckily for you, no one seemed to be paying any mind to the two of you stumbling back into the restaurant, looking like you just ran a marathon. 

“Y’know, babe —” Dabi said, wrapping an arm around your waist as he pulled you in close. You could practically hear the smirk in his voice as he spoke, whispering into your ear like he was telling you a secret. “I McLoved that.”

“You’re the fucking worst.”

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Do-Re-Mi Theme

by Themes By Pale (or Palemomos Themes)

Live Preview | Static Preview 1 | Install with Theme Garden | Code | Guide 

Hi! I know nobody asked for this but here is the revamp of my old theme “Magical DoReMi” that is inspired in the anime “Ojamajo Doremi”. The theme comes with new cool customization features and more improvments.

General Features:

Responsive: looks good in all screen sizes.

Navigation Menu is the first Magical Tap from Ojamajo Doremi, if you hover the circle buttons with the cursor an icon will appear.

Custom Background: it can be an image or color, and you can change the repeat behaviour, position and size of the background.

Customization for all colors on the theme!

Choose custom icons for the menu.

Make the icons stay always visible.

Rainbow effect tittle (you can disable it).

Choose between seven cute fonts, and you can choose a different font for the title and for the posts.

Change fonts sizes.

Four custom links (in the menu).

Nice musical cursor (you can disable it).

Choose between one or two columns layout.

Popup window with a mini about section and a infinite tags and links list.

Search Tab.

And more! Check out the customization guide.

Notes

If you don’t add an image in the popup the text will just adapt.

In mobile version the tap will position on the top of the page, and the icons will be shown by default.

I’ll try to upload this theme to the Theme Garden, hope it gets approved! Meanwhile you can install it with the code.

Credits

Basecode by @seyche

All icons are from cappuccicons.com by @suiomi

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VIDEO GAME: MARVEL'S SPIDER MAN

Quicoy, Aaron Arvie F. BSIT - 1A

OVERVIEW

Ref: TheRadBrad - Marvel's Spider-Man Start Menu (PS5,PC)

Marvel's Spider-Man: Remastered is a remastered version from one of the best PS4 exclusive superhero games that was released back on 2018. The remastered version developed by Insomniac Games in collaboration with Marvel, and optimized for PC by Nixxes Software, Marvel's Spider-Man Remastered on PC introduces an experienced Peter Parker who’s fighting big crime and iconic villains in Marvel’s New York. At the same time, he’s struggling to balance his chaotic personal life and career while the fate of Marvel’s New York rests upon his shoulders.

Ref: https://store.steampowered.com/app/1817070/Marvels_SpiderMan_Remastered/

PROTAGONIST

The game follows Peter parker A.K.A Spider-Man who has been the friendly neighborhood superhero for eight years. He is now an experienced superhero balancing his personal life and duties as Spider-Man. The plot of the game revolves around Peter Parker's battles with various villains, such as Kingpin, Mister Negative, Shocker and many more. The game narrative is emotionally charged, focusing on Peter's relationships, and his struggles with his responsibilities, and the constant burden of being the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

Web-Swinging Through the Skies of New York City

Ref: TheRadBrad - Marvel's Spider-Man Start Menu (PS5,PC)

One of the best features of the game is the web-swinging mechanics. Insomniac Games nailed the feeling of soaring through New York city as Spider-Man. With each we swing, you can feel the speed, momentum, freedom, and strength of Spider-Man has. Whether you're on a mission or simply roaming the open world of Manhattan, web-swinging will always be one of the things to enjoy.

The game also adds parkour and wall-crawling mechanics that feel seamless, making navigation more dynamic. And when you get tired of swinging? There’s always the option to use fast travel, which even includes fun cutscenes of Spider-Man taking the subway.

Spider-Man Suits!

Ref: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AZMH90R2OMk

One of the most best aspects of the game is the wide variety of Spider-Man suits you can unlock. Each suit has it's own power and abilities and it looks cool. Whether you’re wearing the Sam Raimi Spider-Man suit from the classic movie Spider-Man from 2002, the classic Spider-Man suit, or the slick Spider Armor, there’s always a suit that feels right for the moment. Plus, the suit mods and skill trees let you customize Spider-Man’s abilities to match your playstyle.