#Ross Lynch Imagine

[lynchs-finch]

Ross Lynch Imagine - The Lost Art Of House Husbandry

Dating a popstar comes with more than a few benefits, but the one you expected least was a de facto house husband.

Though his music was work–just as hard as yours, in fact–Ross's irregular schedule left him with a lot of free time during the business week. In his single life, this meant any time he wasn't at the gym or out with friends was spent on his PS5 grinding Apex or Overwatch. Now that it's just him and you, though, he's gradually picked up more and more of the slack around the house.

It began with Ross just knocking out the laundry since it was there, letting the machines run while he relaxed. Then, while he picked up clothes around your room, he started picking up anything else out of place, including dishes. While he was at the sink, he figured one day, he might as well wash them since they were piling up anyhow. And, since he had cleaning supplies out anyway, he could go ahead and give the kitchen a quick spot clean before you came home.

Over the weeks this happened, Ross noticed the immediate change in your mood. It wasn't like you did all the chores to begin with, but coming home to a clean house each day rather than watch it grow dirtier and dirtier each afternoon did wonders for your psyche.

Surprised at how much you appreciated this little change of his, Ross started looking for other ways to brighten your day. The most obvious thing for him to do was buy a cookbook and start putting warm dinners on the table for you each night, but that's far from where he stopped. Soon after, you started finding flowers on your nightstand and little heart-shaped notes and chocolates around the house. Your crusty old doormat got replaced with a custom made one welcoming you home. On occasion, he lift you up out of nowhere and takes you to the car, taking you to some five-star restaurant just because.

Secretly, you hope he'll greet you in a maid dress someday, but your greatful for all he's done regardless.

A Little More Ross...

[katiascraft]

someone up for some story on Ross??? My requests are open!!

[amorchai]

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒' 𝐆𝐅.

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[decodedlvr]

I need him biblically.

[niallschickennuggetts]

Ross Lynch everyone 🥵🥵

[allebasimaianunes]

SUNDOWER. ross lynch (angst) three-shortfic.

au! ross lynch × leitora (em terceira pessoa)

SUNDOWER |  CHAMPAGNE & STARBUSTER. | DESIRE.

resumo: ross lynch odeia ter que se despedir do amor da sua vida quando deixa ela no aeroporto. na última vez seu coraçãozinho meloso e apaixonado por sua mulher não aguentou e se despadaçou na canção que marcou para sempre sua vida.

notas da autora: eu meio que só queria escrever algo com umas músicas que estou viciada no momento, então me veio o ross gostoso putífero lynch (também não sei se têm fanfics dele em pt) na cabeça e voialá: descarreguei todo sentimentalismo triste e dramático que sundower me transmite e deu nisso. e também é meu maior tesão homem gostoso chorando então é unir a faca com o queijo e se deliciar com esse banquete! sem revisão. para quem for ler: boa leitura <3

avisos: só melodrama de baixa qualidade e um homem gostoso chorando de amores (mas depois creio que será chorando de muito tesão) pela sua amada.

idioma: pt-br

contagem de palavras: 1550 palavras, bem curtinho.

a sadness in the soul / i dreamed it long ago / but i have not belonged / to any setting sun / a destination low / and i'd hate to see you go / now that i can feel it / it's faster if I call you ★ sundower, fontaines d.c

Ele entrou no carro, um solavanco seco vindo da porta velha do seu carro mais velho ainda. Mas isso não importava, não importava há tempos.

Sentado com as mãos no volante, apertando a borracha, fazendo com que os nós dos dedos ficasem brancos, seu olhar era vazio. Vago. Preso em algum ponto incerto entre pessoas chegando de táxi, enquanto outras entravam nos carros rumo aos seus destinos. O aeroporto era um lugar tão tumultuado, tão cheio de histórias que iam e vinham, o ambiente mais selvagem que Ross já pisou na sua vida – e as idas dele ao aeroporto estavam sendo mais frequentes do que ele gostaria… A vida andava sendo um pé no saco com ele.

Estava sentindo um soco no peito, a respiração estava difícil de sair pelos pulmões, os pensamentos embaralhados, a visão embaçando lentamente assim como o vidro do carro devido a chuva que caía lentamente. Nem mesmo com todo aquele barulho vindo de fora o despertou daqueles sonhos acordados… Estava sentindo falta dela. Saudades. Já era a sexta (ou sétima, ele já havia perdido as contas) vez que via o amor da sua vida se despedindo dele, indo atrás dos seus sonhos que ele apoiava com unhas e dentes. Mas era uma escolha para uma renúncia.

A vida andava assim.

Tudo embaçado em sua mente, as lágrimas desceram enquanto ele lembrava do rosto dela; odiava despedidas. Odiava sentir saudades. Seu coração não aguentava mais sofrer daquele jeito, aquela sensação horrível de sentir o peito sendo esmagado, apertado, estropiado, sangrando enquanto ele chorava de paixão, chorava de saudade, chorava pela pequena morte da alma que o acometida toda santa vez que a via atravessar o portão de embarque. Era seu sol indo embora, deixando-o imerso numa escuridão desoladora.

“Você já deveria ter se acostumado com isso, Ross”, foi o que ela lhe disse ali ao seu lado a caminho do aeroporto. O homem guardou a decepção no olhar dela, era quase como se ela constasse o quão criança ele agia em certas situações. Enquanto ela já estava acostumada a se despedir e ir embora de cabeça erguida, ele se sentia ainda muito afetado com essa coisa toda. Era muito para poder lidar, suas mãos pareciam muito pequenas para conseguir segurar tantos problemas e emoções de uma vez, a sensação desesperadora de estar correndo em círculos o deixavam agoniado.

“Eu sei amor, eu sei… Eu só queria que você soubesse que eu sinto saudades. As mais sinceras. Mas acima de tudo eu te amo e por isso sei que no final das contas você só está indo atrás dos seus sonhos…”, sua voz ia afunilando suavemente, enquanto olhava para sua amada, olhos rasgando d’água que surgiam, emoção no peito esmagando seus outros órgãos, enquanto erguia a mão direita para acariciar aquele rosto que era sua luz todos os dias que acordava ao lado. “Eu te amo muito, sabia?”, sussurrou pouco se importando com o transito ao redor, as buzinas que cresciam, se aproximando da mulher para beijá-la nos lábios, molhando-a com as lágrimas salgadas da sua tristeza e o adocicado do café doce que bebeu para despertar e levá-la até o aeroporto.

Agora refletindo sobre a cena quase cinematográfica, aquele sentimento estranho que iam o afastando da realidade que era a nostalgia o acometia. Sozinho dentro do seu carro ele sentia-se seguro para liberar toda a tristeza que aquela despedida lhe causava. Sonhando acordado, Ross imaginava ela dando a volta, voando para seus braços, apertando-o enquanto ele a segurava em seu colo, sentindo seu cheiro morno de lar naquele abraço cordial, corações batendo em sintonia, uma felicidade pelo reencontro.

Mas agora só dali longos meses até se reecontrarem.

Suspirou tremido, secou os olhos com as mãos, ligou o carro e o pôs para trafegar pela estrada de volta para casa – seriam as uma hora e meia de trajeto mais deploráveis do seu dia. Da sua semana, desse mês.

— Droga. Caralho, por que têm que ser assim? — Se perguntou bobo consigo mesmo, uma risada que misturava ao fôlego do choro escapando de seus pulmões, já na estrada. Ligou o rádio para tentar se distrair, mas ao longo do percurso enquanto o Sol crescia na linha do horizonte, iluminando-o e aquecendo-o com seu calor natural, imponente, Ross se sente pertencer ao mundo ao mesmo tempo que pertencia apenas à ela.

O seu sol. Naquelas alturas, literalmente, ela deveria estar rumo ao país onde iria terminar seu mestrado. E ele iria aguardá-la, vivendo uma vida mediana com um trabalho mediano, tentando alavancar a carreira musical, dividindo o sonho de adolescência com as obrigações adultas em manter as contas pagas e uma rotina de “gente adulta”. Os olhos sensíveis pelo choro ficaram mais sensíveis com os raios do Sol que abaixava na sua lateral.

Batendo com os dedos contra o volante, naturalmente entre o sentimento chato de saudades com aquela criatividade melancólica que surgia nos momentos de profundo desalento da alma, uma letra surgia na sua mente:

— In my dreams… I can't help it; In my dreams. Seen it coming… — Rapidamente pegou seu celular, abrindo a conversa que tinha fixado da sua namorada, colocando na função de gravar, com uma naturalidade mantendo o celular no painel à sua frente, ele recomeçou a cantar: — In my dreams… I can't help it. In my dreams… Turns to nothing a sadness in the soul. I dreamed it long ago… But I have not belonged to any setting sun… A destination low…

Sua mente já orquestrava um som de fundo, a batida lenta da bateria, o som melancólico repuxado da guitarra. Cantou a primeira versão da canção que veio com algumas pausas, enviando uma série de áudios para sua namorada. Chorou em alguns pontos. Pausou. Retornou e ficou na estrada.

Quando chegou em casa a primeira coisa que fez foi escutar tudo que gravou, escrevendo a canção no seu caderno de composições, puxando o violão velho para tocar os primeiros acordes.

Finalizou toda a composição, tinha a primeira versão mas parecia faltar algo. Olhou pela janela do pequeno apartamento que dividia com a mulher da sua vida – que havia levado seu coração e sua alma com ela naquela viagem. Sentiu uma necessidade de expor essa obra para o mundo, em primeira mão, antes mesmo dos amigos e parceiros de banda.

Ela ainda estaria no avião, chegando no seu destino apenas na manhã do dia seguinte, então ele teria tempo de sobra para gravar algo simples, caseiro, publicar e marcá-la como uma surpresa. Sua carta aberta de amor à ela.

Pegou o tripé que usava para algumas gravações caseiras das músicas que ele tocava, colocando-o de frente no melhor cenário que tinham: a pequena varanda-sacada do quarto. O Sol do horário do almoço refletia na porta de vidro aberta. Sentou-se no pufe que tinha, encolhido entre a mureta e a porta atrás dele, a guitarra plugada na caixa de som – porém manteve ela numa afinação mais crua, quase semelhante ao do violão. Colocou o microfone de lapela na camisa, arrumou os cabelos, posicionou o celular diante de si, vendo seu rosto refletido na tela: uma expressão melancólica que lhe conferia um ar belo e dramático.

Sorriu para a câmera:

— Bom galera, essa daqui eu acabei de compor após ter me despedido do amor da minha vida no aeroporto. Enquanto a minha mulher está atrás de conquistar seus sonhos, eu compus essa música de volta para casa, como uma forma de… — Lágrimas já surgiam no olhar, escorrendo como filetes perolados contra a pele: — deixar registrado que eu a amo, amo pra um caralho que chega a doer. Essa se chama Sundower. — Pigarreou, secou rapidamente as lágrimas sem intenção de regravar o trecho.

Estava se expondo de corpo e alma. Começou a tocar a guitarra, mexendo a cabeça ao ritmo da música, deixando-se levar. A voz era um tom melancólico que reverberava pela pequena sacada, o sol tocava seu rosto, o rosto molhado pelas lágrimas brilhava enquanto o olhar melancólico compunha ainda mais a crueza das palavras cantadas.

— … And I'd hate to see you go. Now that I can feel it! It's faster if I call you… In my dreams… I can't help it (waiting for a while). In my dreams (I wish that I could feel it). Turns to nothing. In my dreams…

Quando parou a gravação era apenas um homem desolado com lágrimas nos olhos e um sorriso cheio de paixão. Chegou perto do celular, focando no rosto derrotado com aquele sorriso, olhando fixo para a câmera:

— Meu amor, essa é para você. Te amo muito, não vejo a hora de te rever e cantar essa para você. — Beijou a tela do celular, desligando a gravação.

Subiu o vídeo tanto na rede social de fotos quanto nas de vídeos, com a mesma legenda, mencionando o perfil da sua amada. Apertou o botão para subir o vídeo, suspirando orgulhoso com o resultado. Desligou o celular largado-o de canto para caçar algo de comer e focar na composição de novas músicas que fervilhavam na sua mente.

Em meia hora seu celular em cima da cômoda começou a vibrar com as notificações que chegavam nele. Mal fazia ideia que sua canção de amor daria-lhe frutos.

Enquanto isso lá fora o Sol se punha na linha do horizonte, assim como seus sentimentos que se tornavam menos insuportáveis de conter para si mesmo.

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[crushculture03]

hey everyone! i hope you’ve enjoyed my imagines so far! i love writing them so much! i wanted to say i’m taking requests for one-shots/imagines ! i’m not sure how to use the ask feature on here so i made a google form which i’ll link in this post! or if you want you can comment on this post a request or dm me! thank you again for reading my work it means the world to me!

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[starkeyboy]

men looking to the left>>>

[lifelaughloveharrystyles]

Ross Lynch: givemewhatuwant

*on tour with the driver era 2024*

“Y/N do you know where we are at?” Garrison calls from the back of the bus with all the boys.

The Driver Era has been on tour for about a month now, traveling all over the east coast showcasing their phenomenal songs that they made from scratch. I had the amazing opportunity to come on the tour as one of the equipment managers. This has been my biggest dream in my career, working at “The Doors Rock Shop”. It’s a well known instrument company in Atlanta Georgia where people would go to get a guitar and a crystal at the same time. I got this amazing job with touring The Driver Era with my cousin Poppy who is with us on tour as one of the tour photographers.

“Y/N!” Ryland shouts from the back. I look outside to see we are about to arrive to the venue in Asheville North Carolina. “we are about to pull up to the venue guys!” I said looking to the back of the bus and I see Ross in the hall with just pajamas pants on. “Word! i’m ready to stretch my legs and get out and move.” Ross said stretching his arms looking like he just woke up from a nap.

Ross and I have gotten really close on this tour. i’m normally not on their bus, i travel in a large van behind the bus with the crew. We haven’t stopped talking to each other whether it’s in person while im helping carry his beautiful gibson to him when he goes in for his solos or text. We make these jokes everytime I have to give his guitar to him in a show and I always make a bet with him about how many girls will scream “take your shirt off!”. Secretly I was jealous I couldn’t be those beautiful girls making him smile and shake his hips like that and pleading to take his shirt off for me. Having him as a friend is the best, I just know he could never like me that way. I’m his equipment manager, I lift speakers and drums for a living and he’s a fucking rockstar sex god. I mean look at his recent ex. like how can I compare to Jaz Sinclair. I have to be just a friend to protect myself from that energy.

Everyone ends up scattering across the venue to start their projects for the day. The show starts at 8 so I scramble around to the strings van to transfer the instruments to their spots on the stage so the boys can start soundchecking and tuning their guitars to the songs.

“Y/N why is it you’re always the one carrying the most stuff in the building when Greg is suppose to do that because of your knee.” Riker says from the green room where I walked in with a coffee for myself and him. “Riker i’m telling you Greg is so fucking slow I can’t bear watching him take 45 minutes to set up a guitar stand. I gotta get the shit done so I can actually enjoy myself for the day.” I express to him and i’m frazzled pinging from one corner of the stage to the other figuring out all the wires and amps so they can start their sound check.

“Y/N take a deep breath or a certain someone is going to come in here and see this and raise hell.” Riker laughed as he secretly points in the direction of Ross and Rocky’s green room. I roll my eyes and wave him off not believing a word he said.

Riker thinks he’s slick with trying to hook me up with Ross ever since we started the tour. i’ve seen the small hints of asking ross to come to me when he can’t find the setlist or where his extra picks are. Riker is basically our tour mom, he is making everyone smoothies and making sure everyone is hydrated before every show. Besides Ross, me and Riker have been attached to the hip.

“Shut up Riker before I grab a pair of scissors and cut your bass strings” I jokingly threaten him with a huge smile on my face.

“Oh God Riker what did you do to piss Y/N off again?” Ross said coming out of the side stage with a vintage baseball cap that says “i’m a local celebrity” with a white tee and baggy light washed denim pants. he slings his arm over my shoulder making us sway to the random song playing on the speakers. I look up to see him already looking down at me with that infamous smile he wears. “Nice Hat pretty boy.” i laughed and flicked the bill of the hat. “So which songs are we playing tonight? any newbies?” I smile back at him really hoping he’ll play one of my favorite songs at the show tonight. “Yes Y/N we are playing givemewhatuwant and Natural if that’s what you’re asking.” he chuckles and pulls away from me to pick up his guitar to start sound checking. I squeal and jump off the stage and start jogging to the doors to get the rest of the equipment “YES ROSS YOURE THE BEST” I scream at him and blow him a friendly kiss as I run out the door.

*Ross’ POV*

Y/N is the most precious and loving human I have ever met. she just brightens the room when she walks in. Whether it’s her bubbly personality or just her energy she radiates, it’s one of the reasons why I love having her close by. She makes me feel like life is worth living again. Heartbreak after heartbreak, I felt like love isn’t an option for me anymore. I have thousands of people falling at my feet but it never fills the void of feeling unloved. Hookups and one night stands can only do so much to the point even sex isn’t appealing to you anymore. Ever since Y/N walked into my life, it’s has taken a complete 180. I feel lighter. happier. I wake up excited for the day knowing I get to see and talk to the most beautiful woman I have ever met. She doesn’t compare to any girl I have ever been with or even seen. Befriending her was my first hit in the game and i’m ready for the home run. I want her to be mine. I need her to be my girl. I feel like I can’t live life without her by my side. she completes me in a way I have never felt before. I’m worried i’ll scare her away if I confess what i’ve been feeling inside. I just need to rip the bandaid and just go for it, be a man and express this to this wonderful girl.

*10 minutes before showtime*

*Y/N POV*

“what’s our bet tonight Ross?” I ask him walking up to the band. I just finished helping set up the stage for The Driver Era after Valé’s performance. She did amazing as she does every night. Tonight however the energy feels a bit off. Ross looks like he’s in his head about something and I just don’t know what. Everything went smoothly today and the crowd already has such a good vibe for the night, there’s nothing else to worry about. “Ross? You good?” I asked while rubbing his arm while he looks off in the distance.

“Yeah i’m good, just in my head a bit. Nothing to worry about, probably stage fright.” he has a fake smile plastered on his face to try and not worry me. I know him better than anyone that he is in his head about something and it’s definitely not stage fright.

“Do you need to talk before you go on? you are not good. you can try and fake smile at me but you know it’s not going to work. What’s going on in that head of yours?” I step forward to see his full face instead of the side and look up in those beautiful hazel brown eyes he adorns on his face. he sighs loudly and closes his eyes before opening them he says. “Y/N there’s been a lot of shit going on in my life and ever since I met you, it seems like everything disappeared when you walked in the room. You make me so happy and giddy to the point I get antsy when I don’t see you first thing in the morning. You light up my life and I know we only have known each other for a month but I feel it. My God I hope you feel it too so I don’t feel like the biggest idiot before this sold out show. I like you Y/N, I don’t want to wake up without you by my side. Please tell me you feel the same.” he pleads and grabs

my face in his hands and put his forehead to mine.

“Just shut up and kiss me Ross. I’ve been waiting way too long for you to say those words. I just need your lips on mine before you-“ he slams his lips on mine before I could sentence my sentence. I wrap my arms around his neck melting in his arms loving every second of this moment.

“Ross let’s go! you’ll have plenty of time to make out with Y/N after the show, come on!” Rocky shouts from the side stage making us break away from our heavy kiss. I smile and push him towards his brother. “Lucky for you i’m going to be in the pit with Poppy helping her take photos. I promise to get the best angles, I might sneak a couple just for my entertainment.” I smirk and he laughs and kisses my cheek and runs on stage right on his cue.

The boys are rocking out and came out full throttle. I’ve been helping poppy this show because one of the extra photographers called out and couldn’t make it. I can already feel the energy in this knowing it’s gonna be a great night. “ Y/N why has Ross been staring and smirking at you all night? Did he finally have the balls to do it?” She smirks at me side glancing to the stage. I look up and sure enough he’s staring at me with hooded eyes with his hair clinging to his sweaty forehead. He squats down to my level and curls his finger for me to come closer. I take a step towards him and he whispers “you are making it incredibly hard for me to stop this show and take you backstage to have my girl strip that skirt off so I can fuck that beautiful pussy.” he kisses my earlobe and pulls away before I could even react. my jaw drops and I step back and look at poppy and she’s busting out laughing at my reactions and hugs me and squeals in excitement. She always said from day one that Ross will end up falling over me. I brushed it out because of stupidity and insecurities. Now i’m like ‘fuck she’s right…. again’.

“That man is already planning the wedding in his brain and he hasn’t even gotten in your pants yet. I saw the kiss when I was setting up. “ She says while snapping pictures of the band while they play “Natural”. I get excited and dance and sing along. I decide to tease ross a bit, i shake my hips to the beat and drag my palms up my stomach making my shirt ride up a bit. He notices and bites his lip and tilts his hat down and looks at me with sultry eyes. I wink at him and flick him off. he smirks and proceeds to perform the rest of the song.

The show finally ended and the boys are celebrating in the green room with a couple of drinks. I finished my job for the night when I start searching for Ross to actually start my night. I feel hands wrap around my middle and I instantly melt when I smell fresh body wash and sandalwood. “Let’s go to the bus, I promise to keep my hands to myself” Ross mumbles kissing my neck with his hands roaming my hips pulling me closer to his warmth. I chuckle and turn my head to see his face and tease his lips with mine before I dart towards the direction of the bus. I hear his laughs behind me when I get up to the door to the bus.

he meets me inside and starts teasing my neck again guiding me to the back of the bus. He closes the sliding door and locks it in place. I arch my neck towards him in a way to let him know I want his lips on me. He starts sucking on my neck behind my ear. he kisses all the way to my lips and he slams his lips on mine. I moan and run my fingers through his hair and tug at the ends. He groans in my mouth and starts unzipping my corset like top. I gasp when I feel the cold air on my bare back. The shirts comes loose from my body and falls at our feet. “Beautiful” He whispers to himself when he see my breasts in full exposure. He starts peppering kisses all over my breasts and he cups his lips around my nipple and start sucking to drive me wild. I moan a sound that has never escaped from me before and I tug his face up to mine “Just fuck me already Ross. I need you so bad. Feel how wet I am” I whimper grabbing his hand and pressing it to my core. he rubs his fingertips against the sensitive nub and I moan loudly biting my lip. He shrugs his pants off and throws his shirt somewhere while I undress myself as fast as I can. “I wanted this to be slow and make this moment last as long as possible but I can’t bear anything anymore. I need to be inside you baby.” Ross said as he slips on a condom with a groan. He pushes the tip towards my entrance and I close my eyes waiting for the first push. “Look at me Y/N. I need to see your face” he pleads. I open my eyes the same time he enters me and I gasp at the size of him. He slowly thrusts in and out letting me get used to his size.

“Faster Baby. Fuck you feel so good” I scream as his pace picks up. he grabs my leg and throws it over his left shoulder slamming his hips into the back of my thighs. He presses a hand against my stomach and I moan feeling him deeper inside of me. “Fuck baby I can feel it. My god your pussy is perfect. You’re so tight, you were made for me” He groans fucking me harder making me slam a hand on the window beside me. “Ross i’m so close. please let me cum. fuck baby” I moan in his ear and drag my nails down his back. “Yes baby. Let go for me. Cum all over my cock. Make a mess of me. “ he slams his hips into mine as we both hit our climax at the same time. he thrusts slowly while we come from our highs. I breathe heavily and rest my head on the armrest of couch. Ross slowly lays his head on my breast letting some of his weight fall on me. I run my hand through his hair and just smile wanting this moment to never end.

“Whatcha thinking about beautiful?” he asked slowly pulling out making me wince. “Just realizing how did I get this lucky? I don’t deserve you.” my eyes start tearing up looking at his eyes and studying all of his features. “You don’t deserve me? You got it all wrong baby. You are the most beautiful human I have ever laid my eyes on. We are meant to be here in this moment for a reason and I know down the road we will look back at this time and just laugh and smile about all these memories we have made together. I want to make memories with you forever Y/N. l- I love you so fucking much I can’t hold it in anymore.” He rambles sitting up on the L shaped couch and pulling me to his chest. I breathe in his scent and close my eyes. “Ross, I love you so much it makes it hard for me to breathe. I’ll love you to the day I die.” I look up at him and he slams his lips on mine putting a hand over my heart to feel the thumps of my rapid heartbeat. Our lips move and he slips his tongue in and our tongues dance along together lazily.

We finally had the energy to get up after 30 minutes of lazy kisses and just appreciating the moment we just shared. Everyone comes back to the bus after the celebratory shots.

“So where did both of you guys run off too earlier?” Garrison asked slipping on a hoodie and a crochet bucket hat I made for him in Wisconsin. “I don’t kiss and tell but it was definitely fun for sure.” Ross winks and pulls me to sit on his lap.

“They fucked in the back of the bus. there’s a hand print on the window to prove it.” Ryland said smirking into his tequila soda. I roll my eyes and tap the bottom of his cup to make it spill all over his neck and shirt. “Y/N what the fuck dude!” he shouts snatching napkins from Riker. I laugh so hard I snort and then that makes everyone in the bus have a laughing fit. I lean my head back on ross’ shoulder and he kisses the top of my head whispering “I love you” in my ear. my eyes start drooping and I fall asleep on the love of my life and already can’t wait to wake up to experience this life with him.

[lynchs-finch]

Ross Lynch - Post-Concert Experience

Ross's fans get more than enough at his shows- to see him shirtless, sweaty and moving in ways closer to stripping than dancing. Everyone goes crazy for it when he performs, and that's all well and good to you since you know they don't get the full experience.

When you're dating Ross, not only do you get to watch his shows in all their sexy glory, you get to meet him backstage every night. Not with the fan meetup, either. The whole security staff knows your name and face, and take you straight to Ross.

After shows, there's not a thing on his mind but sex. No talking, no foreplay, no bullshit. Once he gives you that head nod, all sweaty and tired with the intoxicating smell of him filling the air, you know he's taking you to his dressing room and doing a lot more than undressing you.

A Little More Ross...

[hardysbitch]

Hi lovely! Can I request the smut prompt 1,"I love it when you moan my name" with Ross Lynch?

wrote it again cuz it was so delicious to just let it die in my memory 😋 (thanks for the reassurement love! hope you like it)

Prompt #1: "I love it when you moan my name" - R.L

tw: smutty smut and nothing worse than that, kept it pretty simple actually (after i proofreaded i say this is not even a smut sorry😭)

"That's a nice dress" Ross said. He entered the room we shared and stood in silence for a minute before that.

"I know, I think is what I'm gonna wear tonigh for dinner. Rydel said to look nice, right?" I said, looking at myself in the dress from different angles once again.

Both of us were in a trip with his siblings to Greece and his sister couldn't waste the opportunity to dress up and go to a fancy restaurant evertime she could, it was like she had tons of energy even while pregnant.

"Yeah, she did. But I don't you are going to be able to wear it." He said getting closer.

"What? Why not-" That was were i felt it.

Ross hugged me from behind by the waist, tighly. Making me feel his erection right in my butt. "Oh." I said, and he repeated it.

"Should I take it off then?" Looking at his eyes trough the mirror I could see the way they darkened, and he, again, pressed himself against me.

He started taking down the zipper in the back of the dress and kissing the skin as it went uncovered, making me feel a hot puddle in between the legs.

I turned around just to see him grinning at me with that cheeky smile of his, putting my hand on his throat and pressing lightly. He turned me around again just to push me by my hips until my knees hit the bed and i fell into it.

Ross quickly crawled over me and took his shirt of, allowing me to see all the view of his torso to the happy trail he was letting grow that disappeared in his pants. With one hand he took the sleeves of my dress one at the time and my bra came to view. I helped him by rolling the rest of the dress off my body and unzipping his pants, so he could take them off, when he suddenly stopped me with a kiss.

It was heated, a battle between our tongues that none of us was trying to stop. My hands went from his blond locks to his shoulders, making the same trail I always did. He started reaching places of my body with one hand, up my chest to the waistband of my panties.

"Ross-" I moaned when he finally got his hand inside my underwear, letting go of his mouth for a second.

"I love it when you moan my name" He said and got two fingers inside of me.

"Oh my- Oh" He set a steady rhytm with his fingers while we kept kissing. My hands placed strongly in his hair, pulling when he changed the pace for a better one.

I got one of my hands inside the boxer he was wearing, palming him and then starting to rub his cock.

"Keep going like that" He said, grunting when i squeezed him a little.

"Go get a condom" I whispered. And when he got up to go search in a drawer someone knocked up the door.

"Ross! You have a spare one by chance?" Rocky said in the other side of the door.

I bursted up laughing and an annoyed Ross made his way to the door.

[lynchs-finch]

Ross Lynch Imagine - Cowboy Aesthetic

It's no secret that Ross has an affinity for the cowboy aesthetic only rivaled by your affinity for him. No one really knows why he likes it so much, but after a while as his partner, you've ventured a few guesses.

It could be his tendency toward rugged masculinity. Sure, Ross was comfortable enough in his manhood to wear anything and be confident just as any modern man should. That said, his usual wardrobe choices and fashion inspirations all suggested a calloused-hand, deep voiced, tough as nails form of masculinity he seeked to embody, (even if Ross's personal brand of masculinity rang much less restrictive and more accepting.) Few groups of men in American history lived by this masculine ideal more than cowboys, or at least the ones in old westerns.

If not that, you could see it being a parallel between the handling skills of Ross and the average cowboy. Obviously, Ross wasn't taming and riding horses place to place, but he had an understanding of the utter enigma of what goes on under the hood of a car that few could match. Not to mention his skill with taming and subduing modern-day beasts, AKA drunk grown men in the club and freaky grown women at his shows.

Most people probably chalked his cowboyish-ness up to those to factors, but you've got a bit more insight into why he might like the aesthetic so much. That being his love for tying things up with rope- well, people more like. You couldn't count how many times Ross has tied you down to something during sex, let alone how many times he's asked to. He was scary good with rope, too, to the point that just about any other man with his tying skills would set off your serial killer alarm bells. The only reason you weren't threatened by Ross was his respect for when you wouldn't agree to it, as well as his general trustworthiness as a man.

Again, it was really impossible to know without asking, but these three reasons (and a hidden horse-sized fourth,) always made the most sense to you. Of course, the reason didn't really matter to you so long as you could make use of the maxim "Save a horse- ride a cowboy."

A Little More Ross...

[katiascraft]

HELLO LOVERS

I am back officially if university doesn’t kill me or life or love or my mental health :3

Anddddd I’m going to renovate the account a little bit for sure. Also, I’m gonna start writing Ross lynch content soooo I would like you to tell me if you’re down for the ride !!

Leave some suggestions of what you would like to read about him down below in the comments.

I went to a TDE concert last week and now I’m obsessed 🤧 BEST SHOW SO FAR

See u soon my loves

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