rockstar boyfriend


How the fuck is she so pretty???

anonymous asked:

So I've been thinking about carpool karaoke with Harry lately and I was wondering if you could do a little blurb about it?? Like y/n and Harry on a road trip just singing every song that played and him laughing at how terrible of a singer you are but like still loving you. It should be so cute and fluffy that I wanna vomit ya know?? Love you!!

Susie you should write a blurb about Harry’s girl taking charge in the bedroom!

Joined these two.  This was fun.  Bit of a surprise in here.  Haven’t written that scenario before.  Enjoy.

The trip from Los Angeles to Las Vegas was around four hours.  When Harry suggested a quick road trip and a weekend together in Vegas, you could hardly resist.  It would be the only real time together the two of you had been able to get since his solo CD had been released.

His tour was slated to start in three weeks, this gig in Vegas was strictly a fan thing.  The car was packed with the necessary food haul for a road trip though it was modified because both you and Harry were health freaks.  So instead of the standard junk food there was a cooler full of water, fruit and a nut/berry concoction Harry swore was better than sex.  You’d just have to see about that, you told him with wiggled eyebrows.

And you were off.  The first hour had been easy conversation about all the things the two of you had missed about each other’s lives while Harry had been gone promoting.  Your new job, his offer for his own record company, you made it to five mile runs without stopping, he’d graduated to being able to deadlift close to 350 lbs.  It was discussions like these that you missed the most.  Nothing important was being said yet everything important was being said.  This was the good stuff.  The things about Harry that no one else knew but you.  Mundane details that were insignificant but made up who he was.  All the reasons you loved him.

You thumbed through your Spotify, smiling to yourself when you connected your phone to his truck’s Bluetooth and turned on your roadtrip playlist.

Harry looked over at you,

“What’s this?”

“I made it special.  When you suggested a roadtrip I knew we had to have music.  What roadtrip is complete without music.”

Harry reached over to squeeze your hand,

“Very true, My Love.”

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You’re in the front, staring up at him, watching his veins bulge as he pours everything into the song. He catches your eyes a few times, smirking because he knows what he’s doing to you. He knows that you are holding yourself back from the urge to climb the stage and then climb his body so you can wrap yourself around him. And he adds little moves to his performance, a slight pelvic thrust here, licking his lips while he’s singing, staring right into your eyes.

Backstage, you rush to him, desperate to feel him. But he’s surrounded by friends and fans and he knows how much you want him so he doesn’t do normal niceties and move along. He’s dragging it out, teasing you. You can’t take it anymore, you have to touch him so you trace the hem of his sleeve, feel the straining material that is stretched over his massive bicep. The muscle reflexively jumps as your finger moves along it and he loses a step in his conversation. He’s not immune to you either.

In the car ride home, his hand is on your thigh, squeezing tightly. You imagine the marks of his fingers on your pale skin in the morning and it excites you, knowing how affected he is by your nearness. Your own hand begins to explore his lap and he hisses when you find his hard cock, straining behind his jeans ready for you…

If Yuta was your boyfriend...

this was requested by a lovely anon. i hope you like it cutie ^-^

  • the type of bf who roasts the shit out of you whenever he gets the chance
  • but only bc he knows you’ll roast him right back
  • he says something smart to donghyuck and all you hear is “at least my hair didn’t look like broccoli in my teaser pics”
  • always wants you to wear his clothes
  • “oh y/n you look cold, here have my jacket”
  • “yuta i’m fucking sweating it’s like 100 degrees out here”
  • “haVE MY JACKET, Y/N.”
  • tries to be the protective bf but let’s be real if it weren’t for taeyong he would’t know what’s going on half the time
  • “hey y/n- waIT WHERE Are you wtf ????” 
  • then screams for you for ten minutes but you were just in the bathroom
  • you stare at him a lot especially when he’s smiling and laughing bc honestly his smile is so mesmerizing like ???
  • and he’ll catch you and tease you about it for ten years
  • he’s like “don’t you just love staring at your amazing, handsome, beautiful, rockstar, professional football player boyfriend??? wow how gorgeous am i??”
  • he acts so cocky and confident but in reality he gets flustered a lot around you
  • like you’ll say something offhandedly about how handsome he looks or something and you’ll forget about it after a minute or two and he’s blushing about it all day long
  • this boy can legit sleep all day long
  • like
  • his ass can go to bed at 7pm and still be sleeping at like 5pm the next day
  • he’s like a fuckin olympic sleeper
  • like just imagine seeing his sleepy smile and bed hair every fuckin morning bYE
  • and his voice i n th morning ughhhhhh bye
  • and he’s 10000000% the type to wake you up by nuzzling his face into your neck and like kissing your collarbones and shit fuck
  • if someone flirts w u
  • he gets annoyed so fast
  • he’ll legit push his way in between u and said flirter and be like “oH hi i’m y/n’s lovely boyfriend who they’re very very happy with, you can excuse yourself from this conversation.”
  • always talks shit about your fashion choces
  • “really y/n? a brown belt with black shoes? talk about tacky”
  • but he’s only kidding and most of the time you do it just to get on his nerves.
  • king of shitty pick-up lines
  • fuck he’s such a great boyfriend pls date me yuta 
Ok but imagine:

“Did you post?”

“I did.”

You smile at your rockstar boyfriend as you walk over to plop down beside him on your bed; it one of the handful of times you had woken up together in the past month, with him getting ready for his upcoming release.

He gives you a proud smile, the one where one corner lifts just a little more than the other and his mouth looks a little crooked but very perfect. His eyes are a bit glossy, and you can tell that he’s getting emotional about it.

You remember walking around that set hand in hand with him, calming his nerves whenever he got too worked up. He was more anxious about this release then he tended to let on, but he always had you there; you told him this while the two of you fought to get those wet skinny jeans off of his body in his dressing room.

You’d watched him work himself down to the bone and release day was so close.

You scooted up beside him in bed and leaned your cheek against his shoulder, watching him scroll through tweets and his mentions. He occasionally giggled at the odd funny one, and scrolled past the negative ones without a second thought, but overall he was humbled by the overwhelming amount of support.

“They love it,” you whispered, pressing a kiss against his cheek.

“Seems so,” he murmured breathlessly, turning to look at you with an exuberant smile.

The two of you sat like this for another few minutes, lost in each other. You knew this was the calm before the storm, and you wouldn’t be able to have these moments as often once everything properly started; but the love of your life was living his dreams, and there was nothing more important than that.

“You know your instagram layout is gonna be messed up now,” you teased, playfully nipping at his chin.

“Oi, tha’s enough outta yeh,” he chuckled, setting his phone on his bedside table and leaning over to roll atop of your body. You giggled, crinkling your nose as he peppered kisses over your face.

“I’m gonna fix it soon. Have a couple more photos to post,” he admitted.

“They really have no idea what’s to come, do they?” You smiled fondly, reaching to run your fingers through his hair.

The mischievous twinkle in his eye was absolutely unmistakable.

“They have no idea, love.”


Requested: This sweet anon did

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A/N: omg this was actually quite cute. I didn’t like Calums though – it was kinda off. (also please request, cause im running low on ideas man)


A nice surprise was waiting outside your office. Ashton was waiting inside of his car, sitting with his phone. You ran rapidly to his car, took the passenger seat and smacked the car door, so Ashton flinched at the loud noise. You chuckled at the fact your boyfriend, the rockstar who listened to Slipknot, was easy to scare. Ashton kissed you quickly on the lips, before starting the car and driving home. He was listening to you talk about your day the whole ride, laughing at the right times – even though it was bad jokes. Just as you were going to go out of the car, he held your wrist. Not hard, just to make you sit back and listen to him.

“I have a question. “ He said, not looking at you. He was now fumbling with his phone, scrolling through an article or something. Then you saw something on the screen. It was you and your good friend Troye Sivan. You smiled when Ashton zoomed in on you kissing his cheek. “Who’s this? “

“Honey… “ You couldn’t stop smiling over the fact that he actually was jealous. Something you never thought was possible. “That’s Troye Sivan. He’s a Youtuber/singer. “ You chuckled at how confused Ashton looked. He was looking tired, his hair sticking to his forehead.

“I don’t know him. “ Ashton said miserably, looking at the pictures of you and Troye.

“I actually met him at one of your concerts. “You couldn’t hold it back anymore. “He’s gay. “Ashton eyes lit up at your words and he took his eyes of the screen. “Did you even read the article? “

“No. I was scared of losing you. “ Ashton smiled so his cute dimples showed.

“You were jealous. “ You said as you walked out of the car, to which Ashton denied a thousand times. But you both knew it was true.


It was a late night run. You wanted a movie night with snacks included, but then you realized the only food you had was one slice of cold pizza and some flour. So you both decided to run to a store. It was actually quite fun. First you had to chase every cab driving by, in which Calum almost ran into lamp post and you had laughed your ass of. When you finally found a cab, it was hard to find a store open at twelve at night. But here you two where in a big empty store, looking for supplies. You had split up, because you both wanted to get home fast. You were in the exact other end of Calum, when you felt a breath against your neck and hands wrapping around your waist. At first you assumed it was Calum, but when you looked down to see the hands, that were wrapped around you, you realized it was not. He was paler than Calum and he didn’t have any tattoos. You tossed the strangers hands away from you and turned around to see the face. You did let out a small scream

You didn’t know the person. He was skinny in a big black hoodie. He had a buzzcut and a big nose, wide lips. His eyes and body language was practically spelling “DRUNK”. You didn’t know what to do.

“Oh come on sweetie. “ You shook your head and he nodded saying he understood. At a point, you thought he was going to… you didn’t even want to think about it. But he was just drunk and he had made a drunken mistake. Unfortunately, Calum had heard your little scream and he rushed to your side.

The guy was still uncomfortably close to you, so Calum panicked too. You didn’t have time to explain it to your aggressive boyfriend, before he hit him. Calums fist hit the stranger jaw, making it click.  It wasn’t hard, but it hurt the stranger. The drunk dude ran out of your sight and you looked at Calum, who was taking care of his fist by shaking his hand.

“I don’t know what happened. “ And honestly you didn’t either.

You didn’t know if you should laugh or cry.


Luke had his back turned against you, while you were talking to one of your friends. She had a problem with a guy and you had to listen. You didn’t know who Luke was talking to though. Maybe Calum or Ashton. Michael was sick so he didn’t go out. It was rare that the guys even had time to go out on tour. You happened to be in the state of your friend, so it obvious you were going to meet her. But you only knew her, and nobody else – expect for the guys of course.

All of a sudden, she stopped talking, looked away from you and waved straight ahead. You saw a guy waving back at her and you were already expecting the words coming out of her mouth.

“I’ll be right back. “ She said and before you could say anything she had already rushed over to the guy. You turned the bar stool around, so you were facing the bar. You sat there for about ten seconds before somebody came up to you.

You turned your face and saw a young Brad Pitt. At least that’s what you thought. But then you realized Brad Pitt didn’t look like that anymore and the person sitting next to you were just a normal guy.

“Hi. “ He leaned over and whispered. You chuckled at his quiet hello, being dazzled by young Brat Pitt. “My name is Nick. “

“Y/N. “ You said with a shy smile. He had very green eyes, almost greener than Ashtons.

“It’s pretty. “ He said, taking a slurp from his beer. “Beautiful name for a beautiful girl. “
Normally you would already have puked by that line, but his eyes were just so green… so you just laughed. Then you felt something around your waist, and the bar stool was turned around so you were facing Luke. You could almost see the jealousy in his eyes. He kissed you, not hard, but not soft either. Just enough to show off.

“We’re going home early. Michael’s gotta be bored. “ He said loudly, making sure Nick heard. He grabbed your hand and kissed it before walking out of the bar. You looked up at him with a wide smile.

“Are you jealous? “


“He looked like Brat Pitt. “

“Shut up. “ He said looking for a taxi. “I know. “


You and Michael always liked to have fun. And it was different kinds of fun. Tonight it was going to a club-fun. After getting a few drinks poured down in you, you were ready to dance. But Michael didn’t want to – he wasn’t that drunk yet. So you grabbed the closest stranger and tossed him out on the dance floor with you. Rihanna was playing and you were jumping up and down, like that was the only dance move you knew.

Then the stranger, you had randomly pulled out of the crowd, placed his hands on his hips. You stopped jumping looking him dead in the eye. “I have a boyfriend. “

“We’re not doing anything. “ He said with an innocent smile. He was right. You weren’t doing anything. So he kept dancing with you, his hands on your hips. At some point, your gaze moved over to Michael. He was looking like he was ready to murder the guy. Then while holding eye contact with you, he walked over to you and the stranger and practically pulling the stranger away from you.

“May I get to dance with my girl? “ The stranger looked fairly scared by the tall blonde-haired boy, so he decided to let Michael dance with his girl. Michael pulled you close, so there weren’t any space between you guys. You put your hands around his neck and his automatically wrapped around your waist.

“Are you jealous? “ You asked, expecting a clear no from your boyfriend.

“Hell fuckin yes! He was grinding up against you. “ You laughed and put your head against his chest. And even though it was a high-tempo song, you were slowdancing in the middle of the dance floor. It might have looked stupid, but you both enjoyed it.

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fweckles  asked:

Can u please do #33 with 2d. And i love your page btw❤❤❤❤❤its amazing

33. “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

She had walked into a relationship with him expecting everything. A rockstar boyfriend could bring absolutely any surprise, and she thought she was ready. Scandals? Ready. Rumors? Ready. Paparazzi? Born ready.

“Luv. Luv. Luv.” his voice kept repeating the same words, poking her back.

But not for this.

It had started as a silly prank. After he’d left the cereal unclosed and it got soggy, she jokingly stated that as punishment, she’d go to sleep early and leave him without his goodnight kiss. This, of course, had escalated into a full blown game of how long she could ignore him while laying on bed with her eyes closed.

“Luv. Luv. Luv.” the noise kept ringing, impossible to ignore. “I’m not gonna stop pokin ya ‘til you give me some attention.”

She sighed, turning around and pecking his forehead. 2D, not expecting the sudden action, just laid there frozen, as she turned back around to sleep with a smug grin on her face.