#Hot Since 82

[jeremythejirachi]

Blink-182 Added To Coachella 2023

I couldn't wait for the...spring at @coachella? @blink182 are playing Coachella this weekend.

Coachella’s getting a touch of pop-punk. The California based festival announced Thursday morning that the legendary pop-punk trio would be performing this year. News broke out when Coachella posted the set times for weekend one, starting April 14. Blink-182 will be playing Friday, April 14, at 6:45 PM PST on the Sahara Stage alongside Metro Boomin, Two Friends, and Vintage Culture. No word yet…

[tracksampm]

45 Minutes of House Disco Slammer Darius Syrossian Better Than Sex Dirty Channels Edit Dee Gorgeous What Can You Do For Me Dave Lee Classic Vibe Mix Backroom Productions Walk Into The Light Emotive Technology Preach feat. Ron Carroll Hot Since 82 Freedom Defines House Tal Fussman Even Rome Wasn't Built In a Day Tal Fussman Chicago House music DJ Sneak

[bitsmag]

Hot Since 82: Carro de DJ é perseguido por gangue com metralhadoras no Rio de Janeiro

Na madrugada de sábado o DJ Daley Padley, Hot Since 82, foi perseguido por uma gangue de criminosos com fuzis AK-47 quando se dirigia ao aeroporto após tocar na festa Boma, na Casa França Brasil, centro do Rio. #HotSince82

DJ Hot Since 82 – Reprodução/Instagram DJ britânico Daley Padley cancelou resto da turnê que faria no último fim de semana no Brasil Não há a menor dúvida de que vivemos num país comandado pelo crime organizado. Milicianos no Rio, o PCC em São Paulo e suas ramificações em todo o resto do Brasil estão tornando impossível o turismo e o entretenimento, relegando os brasileiros a ficarem cada vez…

[mucdj]

(Hot Since 82)

[adanceforrain]

Play by the rules…

[mxdwn]

WEBCAST: Watch Hot Since 82 (Yuma Stage) on the Coachella Weekend Two Livestream

https://music.mxdwn.com/2023/04/21/news/webcast-weekend-two-of-coachella-2023-livestream/

[mayakern]

Hey so ummm. This is the girl who needs to vacuum pack her skirts so they’ll fit in her wardrobe again and uuuuuuuuhhhh…..

Turns out I have 69 of your skirts as of right now, with 4 more coming in the mail. Including my couple skirts from fresh hot flavors and witch vamp I have a total of 82 skirts not counting the ones coming in the mail. I also have every color of wrap top and about five of your button downs in my closet, along with the two petticoats I ordered from you haha…. So uuuhhh I think I win??? This is definitely why I’m at the point of “guys I did a bad” “you got more skirts didn’t you” in my household.

The first couple pictures are of all my skirts, and the last couple are of just your works, sorted by maxi midi mini, and then by old manu and new manu, time to start picking which ones to vacuum!

In all seriousness I wanted to thank you for your work and your dedication to your craft, these skirts have lasted me quite a while and are always super comfortable. There is a reason I’ve continued to buy more and more as time went on, and they genuinely bring me happiness in my everyday life!

But yeah, definitely gonna be nervously laughing and covering my closet anytime someone says their collection of 20 is big, haha!

Keep up the great work! I will be continuing to support for years to come for sure! (Especially if you end up making that dress you showed once teehee 🤭)

Big love and lots of thanks!!!! ❤️💚💙💜💛🧡🩷🩵

-A very happy customer

god i’ve been staring at this ask periodically since this morning and i’m still just. astounded.

thank you so much for all your support and i’m so glad you like the skirts (and other apparel) so much, it truly means a lot

that is a staggering number of skirts holy shit and definitely the most i’ve ever seen one person own (of my skirts) and i am just blown away. holy shit. thank you so much this is like insanely flattering 😳😳😳

and thank you also for all the kind words! 🥺🧡🧡🧡

[mydaddywiki]

Barney Martin

Physique: Husky Build Height: 5'10" (1.78 m)

Barney Martin (March 3, 1923 – March 21, 2005; aged 82) was an American actor, best known for playing Morty Seinfeld, father of Jerry, on the sitcom Seinfeld (1991-1998). He also played supporting roles in Mel Brooks's The Producers (1967), and the Dudley Moore comedy Arthur (1981). He originated the role of Amos Hart (Mr. Cellophane) in the 1976 Broadway production of Chicago.

Born in the New York City borough of Queens, Martin served as a navigator in the Air Force during World War II before starting a 20-year career as a New York City police detective. In the 1950s, he began writing on the side for comedy shows before being discovered for films by Mel Brooks, who cast him in The Producers.

I first discovered him on an episode of Mama’s Family where he was shirtless and I had a boner for him ever since.

Martin died on March 21, 2005 in Studio City, CA at the age of 82. Survivors include his wife of 63 years, Catherine Martin; a son; two grandsons; and two great-grandsons.

RECOMMENDATIONS: Seinfeld (1989) Arthur (1981) Hot Stuff (1979) The Producers (1967)

[cactuscoolerr]

pushing out the sleeveless rin agenda from the recent bllk chapters,,, just thinking hard,, hes soooooooo-&;&1@;82& the people need your big brain thoughts.

rin thoughts (ㅅ´ ˘ `)

omg do not even mention this to me.. i’ve genuinely been thinking ab it since i saw the leaks i’m actually losing my mind he’s so gorgeous omg

ANYWAY

since i’ve been thinking ab that panel so much, i’ve also just thought ab rin and his exposed arms in general LOL and to be honest, i don’t think rin thinks about himself and his physique as much as i think he should 😭 i feel like rins one of those people that doesn’t realize how insanely attractive he is. like he does NOT understand it when girls come up to him and fawn over him omg..

but that’s a different thing lol i’m just typing what comes to mind.. but yeah rin and his arms..

i personally think rin has somewhat of a sleeper build (stole that term tbh. don’t ask me ab body types..) like his abs and thighs are insane but his arms? they look bigger than the average persons but still kinda small UNTIL he flexes omg.. i’m drooling. he’s so hot. omg.

and i only say this sleeper build thing bc his arms look small in the panel.. other than that i’m all for big strong beefy adult pro football player rin mwah i’m in love.

but anyway. since i also think rin isn’t that aware of himself and his looks, he definitely doesn’t understand why you (his gf ofc) LOVES it when he’s shirtless, wearing a sleeveless shirt, or is wearing a tighter shirt. like he just knows ur up to no good when ur acting all suspicious when he’s wearing something that’s shows off his arms 😭

but what he does know is that u love clinging to his arms because u think ur boyfriend is just so big and strong and it’s sexy as hell. it’s so much that ur just mesmerized at the sight of rin freshly out of the shower, his skin flushed and dripping with water.. his arms dripping with water omg.. just being able to see that is a treat..

anyway. i’m rambling. sorry.. but yeah that’s my thoughts.. might write a fic.. idk if it should be sfw or nsfw though (or both..) i’m very interested in this topic so i’d probably write it super fast too LOL

BUT if u haven’t seen it, this is the sleeveless rin. he’s so perfect omg..

[forgiveness-in-the-misery]

Rockzo is honestly interesting. Controversial to say on here I know.

But he’s this middle aged balding mooching possibly demonically haunted dude who was famous for a hot minute when he was in his 20s back in the early 80s/late 70s since the Dory shit took place in ‘82 and the band seemed relatively famous already.

And what’s interesting is he is such a piss take on old rockers. He’s obsessed with trying to remain relevant and young. Just like a lot of real life musicians we see in their 50s to 80s he primarily befriends and pursues romantic/sexual relationships with people drastically younger than himself because mentally he’s forever a teenager and never seems to want to actually face reality that he’s old.

And his reunion with Dory goes to prove that blatantly. He is rude as shit and tells her she’s old and fat now, despite him being at least 10 years older than her and also not exactly hot. He doesn’t see it that way though; mentally he’s still 20 and by that logic she should still be 14 which is why he goes for her teen daughter. The same reason Toki is literally his only friend. People his age or closer to his age regard him with annoyance, disgust, pity.

And we honestly see it with Snakes N Barrels as well. Pickles was 16, he replaced somebody and then Rikki replaces him years later. The rest of the band were already clearly older than Pickles when he met them and then clearly older than Rikki and Pickles still years later. They try and add fresh young faces to draw in a crowd, to seem young and relevant.

Like the old rocker characters in the series all are part or a parody of the 70s and 80s rock scene. The fucked up shit these guys did and continue to do. The structure of music solely being a business and nothing else. Throwing in lineup changes to try and keep young and relevant even if people start to loathe your music….side eyeing Motley Crue.

And it’s a shame I never really see people talk about this aspect of the story and characters, instead people just have moral panics badgering Brendon to ask if he knows Rockzo grooming a child is wrong.

[two-white-butterflies]

take her home | c55

Description: He meets some woman on the internet and takes her home. Carlos Sainz opens twitter and finds the one.

Pairing: carlos sainz/doctor!reader

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yn_is_me: Just to remind people that I exist 🍒

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nicerevengegirlie: BABY YOU ARE POSITIVELY GLOWING - yn_is_me: birds of a feather, bbyghorl ❤️

carlandosupporter: CARLOS I SEE U IN THE LIKES

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yn_is_me: 10.21.23 Flashback to my modeling days in Miami. I was 15/16 by the time this photo was taken. The cigarette was a prop and I had sooo much fun. It's nice to look at the road I could've taken. Ultimately, I chose to become a doctor 🍒 and dios mio, life has been a dream ❤️

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carlandoshipper: NOW I'M QUESTIONING YOU... BABE UR SO FUCKING GORGEOUS WHY ARE YOU FANGIRLING OVER CARLOS REPLYING TO U?

carlandoshipper: You are the fucking goal NOT HIM

ultravioletrays5: I used to go to school with her in Salvador. She's one of the few ppl that looked gorgeous before becoming famous.

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formulaoneshitposting: IS IT JUST ME OR IS Y/N IN THE SAME FREQUENCY AS CARLOS 😭 THEIR INTERACTIONS ONLINE ARE GIVING ME LIFFEEE

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ohwwwwheen3: Yeah it also helps with the fact that she's so hot 😭 we're gonna get the most beautiful ferrari WAGS

hotnotch: We've been known since she became a VS Model. I think she always had the best face and body for modeling but she chose to become something more private. ALSO RESPECT ON HER NAME IT'S DR. Y/N L/N

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FormulaOneUpdates: Dr. Y/N L/N in the paddocks !

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AvidAviator: OH MY GOD? WHO IS SHE?

hoareu4: She's so beautiful

watchmewhip: VS MODEL?

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carlossainz55: Not a cruel summer 🌊☀️ tagged: yn_is_me

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holymackerels: THE HARD LAUNCH IS REAL

yn_is_me: only one picture??? hm..will post the others 🤣

ynandcarlosfanbase: THEY LOOK SO BEAUTIFUL

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yn_is_me: resisting the urge to push him down tagged: carlossainz55

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ohnowhw: It all started with AI...

Charles_Leclerc: Nice picture of your dog! - yn_is_me: nooo that's my cat 😁

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yn_is_me added a picture to her story!

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F1WagsStarterpack: Who is Y/N L/N? Dr. L/N graduated from Yale University with a degree in Neurosurgery. She came from a very proficient family who used to live in Brazil. She is a former Victoria's Secret model who was active from 2008-2012.

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mastermindf1: So she's a rich girl? Nothing special about that. - F1WagsStarterpack: Yep, idk why people are praising her over being a neurosurgeon. When you come from money, you don't have to do anything else 🤦🏻‍♀️ BARE. MINIMUM.

yn_is_me: I love the picture that you used of me, but there's a little mistake in the caption. I didn't come from a proficient family :((❤️ I had to work as a model to afford my medical school.

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yn_is_me: when boredom strikes ...

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shehzadeshang: SHE LOOKS SO MUCH LIKE KELLY PIQUET HERE OMG WHAWHAWHAH

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[schlattsdarling]

Prompt List !!!

Send in any amount of requests that you have and state if you want it with either Schlatt or Ted.

If you have an idea of what you want the story to be about then feel free to add more detail!

Fluff

1. "I think I'm falling in love with you."

2. "Is that my shirt?"

3. "We'd make such a cute couple."

4. "Are you flirting with me?"

5. "Well, since you aren't feeling too good, maybe this could help?"

6. "I could kiss you right now."

7. "You gave it your best shot. That's all anyone could ever ask of you."

8. "Can we just stay in bed?"

9. "Let me kiss it better."

10. "Stop moving I'm almost done!"

11. "You look like shit."

12. "Just pretend to be my date."

13. "You came." "You called."

14. "I'm right here."

15. "I like you just the way you are."

16. "Please, stay."

17. "You owe me a favour."

"Can I ask you a favour?"

19. "Would it be okay if I kissed you?"

20. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

21. "Can I come over?"

22. "Why don't you take a picture? It'll last longer."

23. "That is by far the stupidest thing you've ever done."

24. "How much did you drink?"

25. "How drunk was I?"

26. "You make me want to be better."

27. "Come back to bed."

28. "You're lucky I love you."

29. "You kissed me last night."

30. "They're coming. Kiss me!"

31. "I really need you right now."

32. "Wanna bet?"

33. "Let me take care of you."

34. "Say that again? But slower."

35. "Going somewhere?"

36. "I heard that!"

37. "Why are you awake?"

38. "This isn't what it looks like!"

39. "Go to sleep."

40. "Why are you looking at me like that?

Something on my face?"

Smut

41. "I've never done this before."

42. "This stays between you and me."

43. "Will you stop talking for ten minutes?" "Why don't you come over here and make me."

44. "We're not just friends and you fucking know it."

45. "Look what you did to me, l've had to deal with this all day."

46. "Give me a little show."

47. "Stop teasing!"

48. "We're in public, you know."

49. "We can't do that here."

50. "All you had to do was ask."

51. "Do you think they heard us?" "Yes, we did."

52. "Could they make you feel this good?"

53. "Do I make you nervous?"

54. "We have to be quiet."

55. "Bite me!" "If you insist."

56. "Oh my god, do that again."

57. "We're going to be late."

58. "You taste so good."

59. "Don't hide from me, you're beautiful."

60. "I know you can be louder than that."

61. "Mine." "Say it again."

62. "Let them know I'm yours/you're mine."

63. "This is wrong." "So wrong."

64. "Oh, you like that."

65. "It's so hot when you talk to me like that."

66. "Make me shut up then."

67. "Who knew you were hiding such a dirty mind."

68. "I'll put that pretty mouth of yours to work."

69. "You've never been fucked before? How?"

70. "This is exactly how I imagined it."

71. "I like it when you tell me what to do."

72. "Look at me."

73. "You want to cum? Beg."

74. "Show me how much you missed me."

75. "I keep thinking about your body against mine."

76. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't remember his name."

77. "I've been wondering what it feels like to..."

78. "Makes me want to wreck you."

79. "I thought this was a one-time thing?"

80. "You look so fucking hot right now."

Angst

81. "Is this the end? After everything we've been through?."

82. "We shouldn't be doing this."

83. "I needed you, and you weren't there!"

84. "You're always leaving me."

85. "Why do you hate me so much? What did I do?"

86. "It wasn't your fault."

87. "The fuck was that?"

88. "It's not you that I don't trust, it's them."

89. "You're kidding, right?"

90. "Open your eyes!"

91. "Can you please come get me?"

92. "I'll stay as long as you need."

93. "Ssshh, it's okay, l've got you."

94. "I don't deserve you."

95. "I should've expected this."

96. "We used to spend every day together. Are you telling me that staying the night in the same place is too close a proximity for us to share?"

97. "Maybe the fact that we have such a hard time staying away from each other is saying something."

98. "I thought we were more than whatever... this is. But clearly, I was wrong."

99. "Interesting, isn't it? Two days ago you were a fumbling, blushing mess and looking at me like I hung the stars out for you, and now you can't even look at me. Real fucking interesting."

100. "Why can't you admit to anything? This is your fault!"

101. "What are we?"

102. "Things would be fine if you didn't go and run your mouth!"

103. "I didn't know you felt this way."

104. "Do you know how stupid you made me feel?"

105. "Why don't you love me back?" "You're drunk, let's get you home."

106. "I don't think I can do this anymore. Not with you."

107. "I can't do this anymore. Sometimes... sometimes I really need you and you're just not there."

108. "I'm not allowed to be upset because they were hanging all over you?”

109. "You're supposed to be mine!"

110. "I'm not jealous, fuck off."

111. "Are we going to be okay? I don't want this to change anything between us."

112. "You deserve the best. And that's...that's not me."

113. "Don't cause a scene, please."

114. "I didn't mean to fall in love with you, I really didn't and I'm sorry."

115. "I don't want to be the second option anymore."

116. "It's starting to feel like you don't want to be seen with me."

117. "What about me? What about my life, my feelings? Where do I come in all this?"

118. "I will always find you."

119. "I love you. I will always love you, but l'm not sure you love me."

120. "You always do this!"

(I got this list from @/star2fishmeg)

[eggyrocks]

hii can you write #82 & Atsumu?? but make it silly pls!!

YES I CERTAINLY CAN

500 follower special: #82 “This is all your fault! I can’t believe I listened to you!”

atsumu x gn reader, domestic fluff, established relationship, goofy nonsense, UNREALISTIC BAKING, not proofread

Atsumu always talks so confidently. Everything he says is so convincing, without him even really trying. And maybe, after dating him for all of these years, they should know better than to just blindly listen to whatever it is he says.

But sometimes they can't help. Loving him makes them stupid.

It was just supposed to be a simple cake. Nothing complicated. Nothing too intense. Just one, extraordinarily plain cake. It looked fine before they put it in the oven, the batter the right color and consistency, at the very least.

But now, it is erupted, the glass pan completely shattered on the inside of their still very hot oven, and cake completely massacred. Smoke pours from their kitchen as Atsumu rushes to open every possible window they have.

They're standing on a chair, using the end of a broom to try and silence their smoke detector. And it does occur to them that maybe it would be a bit more effective if their current roles were reversed, given their height difference. But Atsumu is flinging opening their living room window and tripping over himself to get to their bedroom window, and they're already standing on the tips of their toes, cursing their high ceilings. No point in thinking rationally now.

The tip of the broom finally slams into the smoke detector in the right spot, and the loud, incessant beeping stops. "Fucking finally!" Atsumu calls from the bedroom.

"Get something we can use to fan the smoke out the window!" they call, leaping off the chair, eyes almost watering from the smoke in the air.

And that is how they both end up whipping broken down cardboard boxes, trying to dissipate the smoke that still emits from the oven, both of them desperate to avoid a visit from the fire department.

"This is all your fault, y'know!" they call to their boyfriend, arms exhausted from all the fanning at this point. "I can't believe I listened to you!"

Atsumu scoffs, indignant. "All I did was read ya off my gran's recipe. Are ya sayin' this is her fault?"

Their eyes narrow. "You goddamn liar. I saw you look up the recipe on goddamn Sally's Baking Addiction. Is your grandmother Sally? And either way, the recipe didn't say to bake it at five-hundred-goddamn-degrees!"

Immediately, he drops the facade, and gives them a sheepish sort of grin. "Alright. I'm caught."

They continue fanning, the smoke starting to gradually thin out again. "I need to stop trusting you so much. You are a habitual liar."

"I wasn't lyin'!" Atsumu insists. "I really did think if ya doubled the temperature, it'd bake it in half the time."

They sigh. They can't be mad at him, since they didn't even doubt him for a second when he originally said it. All they could think of was the excited look in his eyes, and how eager he seemed. It distracted them.

"Ugh," they ground, arms sore and dropping by their side. "You're too pretty to be this wrong about so many things."

At the slightest bit of praise from his partner, Atsumu abandons his makeshift cardboard fan and smirks, light in his eyes shifting. "Pretty, huh? Ya tryin' seduce me?"

They can't help but roll their eyes, and the smirk on his face once they say, "Maybe after you clean all the broken hot glass out of the oven."

an: i know that this is not realistic but let's just pretend for the sake of the silly little fanficition ok. also i didnt know how to end this lol

[superblysubpar]

hi! figured i’d send in a little prompt if that’s okay, hope your writer’s block gets a little better :))

82. “I’ve been so horny all day.” for Steve if that’s alright! (up to you whether he or reader is saying it teehee)

ty in advance and have a lovely day <3

my blog is 18+

“You’re doing it again.”

Steve’s huff of breath leaves his nose loudly, glancing out of the corner of your eye, you find him banging his forehead lightly against the door frame. He mumbles something that sounds like sorry and spins on his heels, his socked feet slipping on the hardwood floors as the blue shirt disappears around the corner. Your mouth twists as you do your best to ignore his ass in the tight green athletic shorts.  

His woodsy cologne lingers, just as it has all day upon every interruption, mixing with the candle you have lit that’s supposed to smell like rain and autumn leaves. Remnants of your grilled cheese Steve brought you hours ago crumble on a plate, your fingers reach for an open bag of Sour Patch Kids as you click and unclick your pen. Popping a green one in your mouth, your lips pucker as you hum around the tart candy, highlighting a quote. 

Tangerine squares paint the floor of your living room, slanting and elongating more and more as the sun shifts, you smile at another quote from the director, making a comment in your notebook as you sit up. Propped onto your knees now, you quietly sing along to Frank Sinatra as your fingers hover over the piles of papers littered around you, searching for one in particular to make another note on. 

Steve can’t fucking take this. 

He leans against the center island of the kitchen, watching as your nose wrinkles when you go back to reading. You tap the pen to your lips as they move, reading out loud to yourself as your eyebrows furrow together. You're lit up in oranges and golds, his shirt and a pair of biker shorts so how could anyone blame him when he returns to the living room after barely five minutes since you told him he was doing it again. 

This time, as he quietly enters, you don’t say anything, eyes bouncing between the book and where your pen moves rapidly across the lined paper. 

Steve’s presence is all consuming, especially when he sits on you. His legs straddle your hips, thumbs softly rubbing at your lower spine and your head falls forward in a moan and he bites the inside of his cheek behind you at the sound. Steve presses a little harder, massaging up your spine as you go back to reading. 

The vinyl record crackles, Steve’s humming mixing with the scratch of your pen. You reach your fingers over your shoulder, holding a blue candy up to him - his favorite and your least - as you start telling him all about something you’re excited for in class. You light up when you talk about your project, about future ones, about an interesting fact you just read and so really, truly, no one can blame him for what he does next. 

Steve’s lips brush behind your ear, his nose skimming down the curves of it as his hands grip at your hips. Your breathy gasp of air is the only encouragement he needs to take it further. He nips at the dip of your neck where it meets the collar of his shirt, mumbling into your skin, “You’re so hot, you’ve been driving me crazy. I’ve been so horny all day.”

Your laugh makes his lips twitch against your shoulder blade, he whines at your teasing and the layer of fabric between him and your skin, “Babe.”

“I’m sorry, Steve, I had no idea unwashed hair and studying did it for you.” You pop another candy in your mouth, trying your best to ignore the way he feels against your ass. 

He squeezes at your sides, fingers curling around your hip and he tugs lightly, huffing out of his nose again. “You’re so focused, and smart, and passionate, and you look so cute when you’re singing,” he kisses over and over, up and down your neck, smiling as you tuck your chin down and squirm underneath him, “And you did that little dance when I brought you food, and I heard you in here grumbling about too many blue ones too yourself and-”

“Well there are too many blue ones.” You frown, biting your lip as his fingers roam higher against your side, warm pads pressing lightly to your soft skin. 

Steve smiles and only hums in response, feeling how you circle your hips back against him. He’s not even sure you realize you did it and he knows you’re just as worked up as he is. Your yelp is cute when he smacks one of your ass cheeks, grabbing as much as he can as he groans in fake annoyance, “And then, you’re lying here all damn day, with this ass in the air. What’s a guy to do, huh?”

Your giggle cuts off as he ruts himself into you, hands sliding up and up and up until his weight is against your back. His fingers run down your arms, lacing with yours as he presses them down into the soft carpet. Steve rolls his hips, lips soft against your temple and then your cheek as your eyelashes flutter closed. 

“Hmm?” He hums into your jaw, “I asked you a question, pretty girl, gonna answer me?”

Steve’s breath is hot against your neck, one of his hands releases yours, traveling back down your body, skimming the band of your shorts and tugging, snapping it against your hip as he pushes himself into your ass harder. 

“St-Steve.” Your back arches as his name leaves you in a breath, your cheek presses to the carpet, exposing more of your neck for him to assault with this tongue and teeth. 

He nips at your ear, thick fingers pushing past the lace he finds as his hand curls around to your front. He chuckles into your hair as his fingers meet your slit, wet for him already. His tone condescending, “I don’t think that answered my question, what’s the matter babe? A little kissing and teasing and that big brain is already empty, yeah?”

Your clit throbs at his words, fingers curling and gripping for purchase in the threads of the carpet. The whine that leaves your lips is pathetic, rolling your hips back in search for more. 

His hand is gone faster than you can respond, both on your waist and flipping you before your eyes are blinking up at him dazed. Steve’s hands hold yours above your head, both of your chests heaving as he hovers over your lips. He ruts himself into you and you know that asshole isn’t wearing boxers. His length barely separated from where you both want it, twitches against you, felt through the thin layers. 

His mouth parts yours softly, tongue slipping over yours a little filthy. Rolls of hips and noses nudged into cheeks, he kisses you like he’s wanted to all day. He only pulls away when he needs air, smiling as you whine and loop your hands around his neck, lifting and following him. 

His hair falls over his forehead, the orange and pink sunset coming in cuts across his eyes making them golden, his cheeks a complimenting tint that grows darker as he takes in your face too. He lets his top lip skim your bottom one again in a soft and brief pass, hands squeezing at your waist. Who’s he kidding, teasing you and trying to be all suave - Steve doesn’t even remember his middle name with the way you’re looking at him. 

His breath falls against your lips as he pleads rather than commands. 

“Can I fuck you so good all the studying you did today was for nothing?”

[harvestleaves]

Let. Me. In. (RoosterxF!Reader)

Prompt: Hi, I would like to request for a sickfic for Bradley, reader is stubborn as a bull and refuses to admit she’s sick and she gets sicker until Bradley slowly gets her be vulnerable. And in the end the reader is nursed back to health by Bradley.

A/N: Sorry this took me a week to write, I was super tired after work all week, but I hope you like this!  Let me know if I should start also posting these to Ao3!

Rating: T for brief swearing by Bradley

Word Count: 1,239

You weren’t sick.  It was probably just allergies.  It was the middle of April and things were blooming, so your throat was sore.  Of course you ignored the nagging voice in the back of your head that sounded suspiciously like Bradley’s reminding you that you didn’t have allergies, at least to pollen.  Dogs, sure, but not pollen.

It was allergy season.  Sure, there was a spring cold going around the elementary school you taught at, but you wanted to think that you taught your kiddos enough about hand washing technique at the beginning of the year that they shouldn’t get too sick.

Then, two kids were absent from your class for a fever last week.  Two kids wasn’t enough for you to worry too much though, so you decided not to mention it to your boyfriend Bradley.  You knew he would’ve checked you over for signs of sickness immediately. because he was a bit of a mother-hen when it came to any aspect of your well-being.

It’s not like you minded Bradley fussing over you.  You were just used to taking care of yourself and not relying on anyone, so old habits die hard.

You started to regret not telling him this week though when your throat started get scratchy and you were going to bed earlier than normal, at 8:30 or 9 instead of your typical 10 o’clock bedtime.

Bradley was busy with work, and tried chalking up your exhaustion to just being close to the end of the school year.  But there was part of him that suspected it was something more.

Kicking your shoes off when you got home at 4:30 on Friday afternoon, you grabbed a pair of Bradley’s sweatpants and an oversized sweatshirt before going to the bathroom for a hot shower.

Your head had been hurting since lunch, and you were shivering.  Despite it being an 82 degree day in California with the sun shining brightly.  Maybe you were actually sick, but you were sure it was nothing a shower and nap couldn’t fix.  Bradley wasn’t supposed to be home until 6, so you figured that was plenty of time to get clean and a quick nap in.

Taking your time in the shower, you let the warm water run over your skin, soothing your muscles as you took a deep breath of the steamy air.

And promptly started to cough.

You were too busy coughing up a lung in the shower that you didn’t hear Bradley enter the apartment and make his way towards the bathroom.  Frowning, Bradley crossed his arms and leaned against the doorway.

“Y/N?  You okay?”

Jumping at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice, you tried to catch your breath, calling back a quick “yeah, I’m fine.”  You hoped that would be enough to satisfy Bradley’s concern until you got out.

Finishing showering in ten minutes, you turned off the water before reaching around the curtain for your towel where it usually hung on the bar next to the shower.  But it wasn’t there.

Pulling back the curtain, you blinked in confusion before noticing Bradley near the sink, holding open a towel for you.  A tired smiled graced your lips before you stepped out of the shower and into your boyfriends arms as he wrapped the towel around your rapidly cooling body.  The very soft and warm towel.

You let your eyelids drift shut, your exhaustion from the last week finally taking over you as Bradley held you close, gently squeezing you in the hug before he dropped a kiss to your wet hair.

“What’s going on beautiful?  You’ve been going to bed early all week, and your voice has sounded scratchy all week.  Is something going around at work?” Bradley asked, rubbing his hand firmly over your back as he held you close to his chest, not caring if his shirt got wet since he was going to change soon anyways.

“Yeah, but I’m not sick.”

He could see straight through your lie.  So, instead of just letting you continue with it, Bradley decided to call you out on it.  Tilting your chin up so you were eye to eye, he leveled you with an intense look.

“That’s bullshit and you and I both know it.  You’ve been going to bed early, and you sound like shit.  We’ve been together for over a year and we live together. Let. Me. In,” he said, reaching up to brush a tear from your cheek that you didn’t realize had fallen.

“You don’t have to do everything yourself.  I know you’re used to it, but I want to take care of you.  I know your last boyfriend complained whenever you asked him to give you the slightest bit of affection and that’s why you’re hyper independent.  But you don’t have to be like that with me.  Just let your guard down, even if its just for tonight,” Bradley said, his voice dropping to almost a whisper as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, his words finally shattering the glass wall you had carefully and meticulously built over the last few years.

You were scared, because letting someone in to care about you also left you open to get hurt.  Logically, you knew Bradley wouldn’t break your heart, but there was still that sliver of fear in the back of your mind that you knew wasn’t going away anytime soon.

Letting your tears finally fall down your cheeks, you sniffled miserably against your boyfriend’s chest.

“I might have caught something at work.  I didn’t want to bother you though, it’s probably just a cold.  Nothing for you to worry about,” you said between sniffles before shivering closer to Bradley.

“It doesn’t matter if it’s just a cold or not, I still want you to tell me if you don’t feel well.  Let’s get you dressed though and onto the couch.  Then, I’ll grab you a blanket and make you some chamomile tea.  Sound good?” Bradley asked as he rubbed your back before pulling back to finish drying you off with the towel.  Having you step into the sweatpants and hoodie, he then patted your hair dry with the towel before grabbing your brush to detangle your hair.

Once your hair was brushed, you turned to kiss Bradley’s cheek before shuffling off to the couch, curling up on your right side with an exhausted yawn, smiling as a blanket was placed over you.

Moving to get a quick shower himself, Bradley made quick work of it before emerging in a t-shirt and sweatpants, then making his way into the kitchen to make some tea.  He heated up the water in the electric kettle you insisted on using for it, even though he didn’t think it made any difference than just microwaving a mug of water.

Despite his own thoughts on it, he knew you would appreciate the extra sentiment of the kettle.  Peeking his head out to check on you, he smiled when he saw you finally asleep on the couch, one arm tucked underneath your head as you snored softly.

Bradley turned the kettle off for the time being, deciding to let you get the sleep you so clearly needed.  Leaving the empty mugs on the counter, he moved to gently pick your upper body up before sitting on the couch and placing your head in his lap before re-tucking the blanket around you to keep you warm as you napped.