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I Think I Love You (Joe Elliott x Reader)

A/N: Hey y'all, as promised here's the Joe one shot. Feeling super nervous rn, considering this is the first time I’ve posted my writing on here. I'd love to hear your feedback so I can improve on my writing. I'm open to any and all constructive criticism and encourage it! Anyways… I won't keep stalling for any longer. I hope y’all enjoy this one!!

Warnings: Mentions/references to making out/smut but nothing actually explicit happens.

Ps, if you really want to feel the vibe of this one shot I'd suggest listening to "I Think I Love You" by The Partridge Family while reading this💗

With love, Kris<3

-

Sheffield, 1982

I'm sleeping

And right in the middle of a good dream

Like all at once I wake up

The poor guy had been tossing and turning all night.

Joe couldn't get his mind off of you.

Just the thought of you disrupted his sleep.

From something that keeps knocking at my brain

In his eyes you were perfect. You were the only girl in the world he wanted. Of course that also meant you were the one girl, who in his eyes, had got away. The one he could never have. Why? Because you were his best friend.

For months upon months he was stuck in this endless cycle.

It went a little something like this:

He'd think about you so much so that he'd convince himself that he had to go tell you.

Then he'd work up the courage to say it.

He'd find the perfect time to confess but then start to reconsider his choice. He always would hold it back when he decided it wasn't a good idea after all.

He'd then go back to thinking about how perfect of a moment it would've been and mentally kick himself for not saying a thing.

And the cycle would repeat.

It went on and on and on.

Before I go insane

As a result of this, he hadn't had a good nights sleep in a while.

That night was different though.

I hold my pillow to my head

Something had finally snapped.

And spring up in my bed

He had known how he felt for a long time. But he had never actually come to terms with the gravity of it.

Screaming out the words I dread

I think I love you

All at once it hit him like a brick wall. He realized he truly loved you.

-

On the rare occasion that your best friend felt brave he'd indirectly hint at something more. After a while of not getting any knowing looks from you he just assumed that you were oblivious to all of his side comments. You in fact were not.

After a while you started to get impatient with him.

You wanted to shout it out loud, right in his face, "Dear God Joe just ask me out already!"

Recently those side comments from Joe had stopped. You would've said something to him if he hadn't stopped. But now you weren't even sure if he still cared, or if he had just given up and moved on. It would be stupid to lose your friendship over this. So you stayed quiet just to be safe.

It was a shocker to both you and everyone else how you two hadn't gotten together already.

There were so many signs. It was only a matter of time.

-

This morning

I woke up with this feeling

I didn't know how to deal with

Another night of restless sleep had gone by. It was worse than usual, so much so that by dawn he had already come up with a plan.

He knew what he had to do. He was going to tell you the only way he could. In the only unique love language he knew, through music.

If he was gonna do it, it had to be big and flashy. Joe wouldn't have it any other way.

He couldn't let his feelings lie dormant anymore. No, he thought, this time will be different. This time I won't back out.

And so I just decided to myself

I'd hide it to myself

And never talk about it

He had kept his feelings to himself for the past few years. Joe wanted to tell you, he really did. But in the back of his mind he worried about ruining the relationship you guys already had.

Joe loved you so much that he was willing to hide his feelings just so you wouldn't walk out on his life. He didn't want to lose you over some feelings he had. Ones that he couldn't guarantee you'd reciprocate. So, he believed it was best to keep it to himself.

And did not go and shout it

When you walked into the room

I think I love you

Joe didn't just think, he knew.

Joe was dead set on what he had to do. He just needed to get a few things sorted. First off was getting the guys on board with it.

-

Joe gathered his closest friends together. They were less like bandmates and more like brothers to him. He knew they would help him out. All it would take was a bit of convincing.

"Can you please help me out?" Joe pleaded.

He assured them about his plan.

"It's just one, and it'll be real quick."

"Alright, fine," the bassist answered for them all, "What song is it anyways?"

Joe told them his song of choice and they all gave him odd looks.

Sav cocked an eyebrow at the song choice.

"The Partridge Family? Are you serious?"

Phil chimed in, "You really think a band like us should be playing a song like that?"

Steve rested his hand on his head, "Everyone's going to make fun of us."

Joe tried to defend his choice, "You know it can't be that bad. We're playing in a pub for god's sake. It's not like the whole world's gonna be there."

The rest of the guys seemed unconvinced.

"Come on guys, you said you'd help me. Please?"

He kept on.

"Just help a bloke out, alright?"

And on.

"Please I promise I'll never ask for anything ever again."

Rick half-whispered to Sav.

"You know he's never gonna let it up. Not until we say yes at least."

Sav knew he was right. Joe wouldn't stop bugging them until they agreed.

"Okay fine, but it's only one song."

Joe nodded enthusiastically, "Mhm yeah, just one."

It was settled, they would help. Now all that was left was to get you there.

-

I think I love you

So what am I so afraid of?

The thought of telling you was exciting to him, yet terrifying.

I'm afraid that I'm not sure of

A love there is no cure for

His heart raced as he drove over to your place.

I think I love you

Joe was already cheery about just the thought of you going.

Isn't that what life is made of?

He hadn't felt this excited over something in a long time.

As he pulled onto your street he tapped on the steering wheel. It was due to the mix of both the pure joy of excitement and an ever growing anxious feeling that was building up inside.

Though it worries me to say

That I've never felt this way

-

Believe me

You really don't have to worry

"You'll be there tomorrow, right?"

"Of course," you answered with a wide smile, "You guys go on at eight, right?"

God he loved your smile. It could light up any room.

He melted just looking at you. Anytime you spoke to him he lost all train of thought.

You snapped your fingers to get his attention.

"Joe?"

"Oh- um, yeah. Eight, we'll be on then."

I only wanna make you happy

After you said yes he began going through that same cycle again. He started doubting his whole plan. Wondering if it would work or not.

There was no way he could back out now though. For the past few days they'd been practicing that song, not stopping until Joe felt satisfied with the final product.

He wondered if you would stick around after all of this.

Would you tell him to "beat it" and move on with your life without him? Or would you stay there by his side?

And if you say, "Hey, go away"

I will

Joe crossed his fingers, hoping for the best outcome possible.

But I think better still

I'd better stay around and love you

He was determined to make sure you stayed.

Do you think I have a case?

Let me ask you to your face

Do you think you love me?

Tomorrow night he'd get the long awaited answer to that question.

I think I love you

-

You arrived early, wanting to make sure you were right up front. This is what you always did. It was your way of showing Joe you cared. You mindlessly tapped your fingers against the small stage, waiting for them to come out.

Meanwhile Joe was there fixing himself up in their tiny dressing room, (if you could even call it one). It was fairly small. The owner had "renovated" one of their small back rooms into a "dressing room".

He stood in front of the vanity mirror fluffing out the rest of his hair. Joe was doing any and everything in his power to keep his mind off of the plan. He looked at his reflection as he told himself to just smile and hope for the best. Whatever happens happens, it was no longer in his control anymore.

After waiting for what felt like forever the guys finally came out on stage. As Joe got on he stopped in front of you and sent you a quick smile before turning his attention to the other patrons of the bar.

You cheered along the whole time as they went through their usual set list. It didn't matter how many times you'd seen them, you were always captivated by their showmanship.

Time always seemed to fly by whenever you watched them play.

By now you had memorized their set list and were almost sure they were closing out now, having just played Wasted. They always saved it for last and were just about ready to leave.

That was before Joe had something to say.

The cheering in the room died down as Joe placed the mic back in its stand. He adjusted it right to his level, getting ready to speak.

"We have one last song for you all tonight. We're gonna take a little change of pace if that's alright with you."

He took a glance around at his bandmates, giving them all a quick nod before adding on.

"This one goes out to a very special someone. Someone who means the world to me."

His eyes drifted down to the people in the front row, moving one by one until eventually landing onto you.

"This is for you, Y/N."

Taking one last deep breath in he calmed himself before counting the guys in.

All of them started in, "Ba, ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba, ba."

You giggled at the ridiculousness of it before fully realizing the gravity of this song.

You knew what it was the second they sung the first line.

You hadn't heard it in such a long time and had practically forgotten about it, forgotten how much you loved it. It was always one of your favorites, and Joe had known that for a while now.

All thoughts completely left your mind when Joe began to sing.

"I'm sleeping,

And right in the middle of a good dream,

Like all at once I wake up,

From something that keeps knocking at my brain,

Before I go insane,

I hold a pillow to my head,

And spring up in my bed,

Screaming out the words I dread."

The rest of the guys joined in on the next line.

"I think I love you!”

This was his confession.

His eyes couldn't help but drift towards you.

"I think I love you."

While preforming Joe tried to keep his attention with the rest of the audience equal, but he kept on letting his eyes go back to you, like some sort of magnet that couldn't be pulled apart.

If him dedicating this song to you wasn't the most obvious thing, you'd say his looks alone were enough to tell you that this was for you.

You couldn't help but feel a smile tugging at your lips. Your cheeks started to feel sore from the excessive smiling.

"So what am I so afraid of?"

Every time his eyes caught yours you felt your heart skip a beat.

"I'm afraid that I'm not sure of a love there is no cure for."

Joe really did care about you, deep down inside he did, he always did.

Soon the song came to a close with their repeated "I think I love you's" becoming more and more quiet as they faded off.

They all came front and center, taking a short bow together as the crowd in the bar cheered them on.

The girl next to you had to have already been out of it.

"You're a lucky girl, huh?" she practically yelled into your ear. You couldn't blame her though, she was standing directly in front of an amplifier the whole time.

It snapped you out of the trance you seemed to have slipped into.

"Oh-uh yeah," you smiled.

"Look," she said, swinging her arm to point at the guys in front of you.

The rest of them were making their way off, leaving through the stage left.

Joe was the last one still up there.

You stayed staring at him in disbelief, not even knowing what to do. He had finally said it... or well sung it, same difference. What was there you could do?

He tilted his head to your right gesturing off to the side of the stage, to what you only could assume led to their dressing room.

He flashed you a quick smile before sending a subtle wink your way.

If it was anybody else, you'd say you were surprised by their actions, but for Joe? Well that's a different story.

With both of her hands the girl next to you latched onto your arm.

"Ooh looks like someone's gettin' some action tonight!"

Your cheeks flushed red and you prayed to god no one else heard.

Immediately you turned to Joe, hoping he hadn't heard the girl's remark.

His eyes darted away from you. Before Joe left you saw him trying to suppress his chuckling, but ultimately failing. His smug smile was the last thing you saw as he walked off the stage.

Of course he had to have heard it, why wouldn’t he?

The girl let go of you when you told her you had to leave. She told you something along the lines of, "Have fun tonight!" before you left.

You went around the corner finding the door that you guessed led backstage. The door was locked from the inside and there was no way of getting in. You didn't worry though, knowing that the guys would come out soon enough.

After a couple minutes of waiting by the door an ecstatic Rick swung it open. The rest of the guys shuffled their way out, but with their lead nowhere in sight.

You turned your attention towards the last member to come out.

"Is he?"

"Third door to the right," Sav answered before you could even finish asking your question.

"Thanks."

He gave you a warm smile, still holding the door open for you, letting you slip through to the back hallway.

"See you in a bit," he said, letting the door shut behind you.

Even though there was no reason to, you counted to yourself as you passed by each of the doors.

One...

Two...

You felt your heart race as you got closer to the last one.

...Three

You stood there for a moment trying to see if you could hear anything on the other side. You didn't and knew it was time to stop stalling.

After taking a deep breath to compose yourself you rested your hand on the cool doorknob.

Here goes nothing.

You slowly opened the door as quietly as you could and after shutting it watched the scene play out before you.

He stood there in front of a vanity mirror facing away from you. He hadn't noticed you but you could see his face clear as day through the reflection.

Joe was humming a tune while brushing his hair. You immediately recognized what song it was.

He was humming the one he had just played. His tone was full of pure joy.

Once he was done he ran his fingers through his hair, trying to shape it some more.

The man in front of you looked fine already but seemed to be getting ready for something more.

He adjusted the collar of his shirt before picking up a small bottle of cologne. Adding just a spray to his neck and one to his wrist before turning around.

Joe's humming abruptly stopped and his eyes widened.

"Oh… you're here?"

You'd been caught staring.

At this point any embarrassment that you could have had got washed away whenever he decided to dedicate that song to you.

"Sorry, I-"

"Don't be," he cut you off.

He set the bottle down and slowly approached you, seeming to take his time with it.

You watched carefully as he took every painfully slow step.

You didn't know where to start, but knew you had to say something.

"You guys were great."

"Thank you."

You had to bring it up, you couldn't bare to wait any longer.

"That song you played. Did you?"

You stopped, taking a quick glance around, noting that it was just the two of you in the room, before finishing.

"Did you really mean that?"

His gaze softened at the question.

"Yes."

He paused before stepping closer, leaving barely any room between the two of you.

"I meant every word of it."

Your heart sped up with every word he spoke.

"Y/N I mean it."

His hand moved up to tuck the loose hair behind your ear.

"I think I love you."

You had been longing to hear those words for such a long time. Never in your lifetime did you think it would happen, but it finally did.

He said that to you, and you only.

After all this time, you heard those three words you loved the most.

"I love you."

His hand moved down to cup the side of your face. You lightly nudged your face against his warm palm. Closing your eyes you took a deep breath in, wanting to smell more of the cologne that rested on his wrist.

When you opened your eyes his hand moved down to carefully tilt your chin up.

Your eyes faced him now.

"I love you too."

This was the moment. The moment you waited forever for.

Heart racing and eyes wide you both slowly drew in closer. It felt like the longest seconds of your life, waiting for him to connect with you.

You looked into his emerald green eyes before letting yours flutter closed.

Soon enough you felt the feather light touch on your lips. It felt like heaven to you.

You brought one hand up, letting you fingers run through his light brown hair.

You felt Joe's other hand reach down to the small of your back, gently pulling you closer into him.

All you could do now was relax your body and take in the overwhelming smell of his cologne.

After what felt like an eternity, the two of you finally pulled away from one another. You already missed the feeling of his soft lips on yours.

You refused to back up from him, leaving hardly any gap between you two.

His warm breath fell on your lips as he mumbled, "You don't know how long I've wanted this."

"Me too."

Joe's hands dropped down and his fingers latched onto the belt loops of your jeans before lightly tugging at them, pulling you closer.

Your hips were pulled forward and you lightly bumped against him before falling back and resting mere inches from him.

Joe's eyes quickly scanned over your face as if he was looking for a cue of some sort.

Though you had never seen this look on him before, you knew exactly what it meant.

"Please Y/N."

That short plea was more than enough to get you going.

Your arms almost instinctively wrapped around his neck, letting him know you were okay with it.

"Come on," he said, slightly lowering himself to reach the back of your legs. He lifted you up and stepped back to sit in the armchair placed in front of the mirror

Your legs were pinned close on either side of him, resting between his outer thighs and the arms of the chair.

Without warning the two of you crashed into each other once more, desperate for each other's touch.

He hummed into the kiss, making you relish in the feeling he gave you.

-

You didn't know exactly how much time had gone by, but you knew a decent amount had passed.

Slowly, you drew away from his neck and let out a shaky breath, still wanting more. It had now been a little while since you first got in there and you knew it would only be a matter of seconds until someone barged in looking for two of you.

Your eye contact with him continued as you calmed your breathing.

Lightly pushing yourself away, resting your hands on his stomach, you finally spoke up.

"We should go. They're pry wondering what's taking so long."

Joe thought about it for a second. Seemingly weighing the pros and cons of both staying and going.

"Who cares? Let 'em wonder."

You planted one last quick kiss before making an offer.

"How about later, yeah?"

A wicked smile spread across his face, already thinking of what was to come, "Yeah."

You pulled yourself off of him and tried to fix the newfound wrinkles in your clothes. After getting up he did the same and you stayed there fixing yourselves up.

Just as the two of you were about to walk out you stopped him.

"Wait."

He turned to you.

"You’ve got a little…," you trailed off as you brought your thumb up to the corner of his mouth.

"Something," you finished as you wiped the last bit of red lipstick off of him.

Feeling content with how the two of you looked, you set off out of the dressing room and back down the hallway.

He held the door open for you and led you out into the main room.

You both scanned your eyes around the bar floor trying to find the guys.

Joe grabbed onto your hand and held on as he guided you through the crowd. He led you over to the round booth where they were all seated. As you approached the booth he gave your hand a light squeeze before letting go.

It took only one glance at the you two for the teasing to start.

"Woah!" Phil exclaimed, "What happened in there?"

"Nothing," Joe replied making his best attempt at a deadpan tone.

"You sure about that?"

The rest joined in on by adding "ooohs," sounding exactly like a group of kids in elementary who just found out one of their classmates was called into the principals office.

This was only the beginning of the never ending teasing that was to come.

Phil raised his eyebrows, "Just couldn't wait until you got home, huh?"

Joe rolled his eyes at his bandmates teasing.

Sure you had been gone for a bit, but you knew there had to have been something else causing their reactions.

You looked between yourself and Joe quickly noticing the culprit.

Though you had made sure to get all your lipstick off his face you forgot to check the collar of his shirt. The sloppy kisses had caused you to completely miss his neck in some spots and just get his shirt. The shirt in question being a white one didn't help your case.

There was no sense in trying to rub it off now, and not like you could anyways.

Rick and Sav scooted around to make room for you and Joe.

As you sat down you both noticed all the other guys were already starting their night off with their drinks in hand.

Joe looked around at each and every one of them, "You started without us, aye?”

"We waited for a little while, but you guys took too long," Sav replied.

Joe turned to face you, "How 'bout a round?"

You smiled, "Sure."

-

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A/N: Hi everyone!! This is my first time ever writing something, let alone a fan-fiction so I’m a little nervous posting this. I am open to constructive criticism to improve my writing, which I promise will get better as time goes on. That being said, I hope you all enjoy my first story ever [EEEEKKKK]!!

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Dublin 1981 - Me and My Wine house

I walked up the rain stained steps of my home, thinking about how glad I was to finally be here after a long day of work.

Managing the local record store is something I am very grateful for. However, just like any other type of work environment, a few rude customers can quite literally turn my day to shit.

Quickly pushing my negative thoughts away, I step into the main entrance of my happy place as my nose becomes overwhelmed by the smell of someone cooking.

“Boooyyysss!! I’m homeee!!”

Immediately as those words leave my mouth, I become trampled by the one and only, Joe Elliott, running his way out the kitchen with pasta sauce stains on his shirt.

“Y/N, love! GOSH! The lord knows how much I’ve missed you and your precious face all day!”

He says as he releases his hands from my face while going in for a hug, never forgetting to leave a sloppy kiss on my cheek.

Suddenly raising his eyebrows with a smirk plastered on his adorable face, he says,

“Are you wearing what I think you’re wearin?!”

Quickly remembering that I’m wearing my cropped, v-neck, red Leppard tank top (paired with dark blue flare jeans and one of the boys leather jackets), I blush at his wandering eyes and proud facial expression.

“Well, duh Joe, of course!”

I say playfully shoving his chest.

“I’m very proud of you boys and how far you’ve all come with the band. Of course I’m gonna show you lot off any chance I get.”

“You are too good to us, love.” a new voice says from around the corner.

“Sav!!”

You exclaim, making your way around Joe’s figure to enter the curly haired bassist’s open arms.

Pulling away slowly from the embrace, Sav says,

“Nice outfit, Y/N/N.”

He smirks as his eyes trail down your form.

Leaving you blushing as always, he gives you no time to respond as he says,

“Anyone give you problems at the store today? Cause if they did, I swear on all things holy, I’ll-”

Sav’s words were suddenly cut off by two pairs of loud footsteps making their way down the stairs.

“I CALL DIBS ON HUGGING HER FIRST” yells Phil to his terror twin.

“Not if I get to her first, SLOW POKE!” Steve replies.

“I’m not slow Steve! I can beat you all day in a swimming race!” a furious Phil throws back.

“Yeah, alright merman. We all know you have some weird obsession with the water. Now knock it off in front of the lady.”

Steve says as he swiftly walks away from Phil pouting at the bottom of the stairs.

Laughing, you approach the taller blonde guitarist.

“Hi Steve. I’ve missed you.”

You say as you are engulfed in yet another Leppard hug.

His smell of cigarettes and signature cologne always gave you a comfort like no other.

“Apologies for Mr. Grumpy-pants, love” pointing at Phil.

“Now, I’d keep you in a hug all day if I could, but I’d upset blondie over there if I didn’t share you at least a little.”

Steve adds as he reluctantly removes his hands from around your waist.

“C’mere Phil” you look to him as you initiate a hug, giving him a sweet kiss on his cheek.

Instantly forgetting his small battle with Steve, a now relieved Phil whispers in your ear.

“Thank god your home. I’ve had to deal with them all day.”

Giggling at his words you see a sudden idea appear on his face.

“Y/N. Why don’t you take a break at that record store and let us take care of you. Come with us on our next tour, for the whole thing!”

“Then this way, we could see you all the time!”

“Phil, I’m only gone a few hours a day during the week haha” you reply.

“Just think about it, okay.” Phil slightly begs.

“Alright I will. And Phil, you’re sweet. You know I’d love that more than anything, but I’ve gotta contribute somehow” you reply.

“Aye! I know a way she can contrib-” Joe says with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Oh shut it Joe” says Rick as he finally makes an appearance.

“I mean I wouldn’t be opposed to-” joins in Sav.

Rick is quick to slap Sav on the arm, while the rest of the group, including you, giggle at their dirty remarks.

Rick’s always been very protective of you, which you loved.

It’s no secret that the boys were all attracted to you in one way or another, and you to them.

Their constant flirtatious behavior was nothing new to you and you secretly loved it. They all knew that.

Pulling Rick in for the final hug, you can’t help but realize how grateful you are for your boys.

Snapping you out of your appreciative daydream, you feel Joe grab your hand.

You are suddenly being pulled out of Rick’s arms, into the direction of the kitchen.

“C’mon love. Into the kitchen we go!” Joe says.

“I’ve made dinner!” he grins.

“Ughhh” everyone in the room groans.

“We left him unsupervised for 30 minutes and he manages to sneak himself into the kitchen. Unbelievable.” a nervous Rick replies.

Shaking my head at their silliness, I can’t help but be forever grateful for getting to come home to this everyday.

My boys.

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Groaning, I sit up as carefully as I can and climb off of the hotel bed. From experience, I knew it was better to move around rather than sit still and let all my joints stiffen up even worse. I also knew that I had to go to work, hence the reason I was in a hotel room in the first place. 

Being Def Leppard’s assistant definitely had its perks. First of all, although the hours were long, the entire band was understanding if I couldn’t make it into work one day. Not that I had ever told them about my condition and had instead made up excuses as to why I couldn’t work on my bad days.

I was hoping it would remain that way. Unfortunately after hearing all the cracks of my joints as I stood up, I knew that it would take more than a hot shower and some painkillers to help me today. Taking a deep breath, I got ready for the day as quickly as my body would let me. I was hoping that I would be able to hide the pain but as I walked out of my hotel room, I felt myself walk with the familiar limp from the pain in my hip. 

Def Leppard were on tour with Mötley Crüe and whilst I didn’t have too much interaction with the other band, I was really hoping that today of all days would be one where I could avoid them altogether. However, that was not meant to be as both bands were sitting down ready for breakfast. Plastering a smile on my face I went over and joined them. 

The only good thing was at the moment it was just the two bands there and that their wives were not on this leg of the tour. This meant that there were less people I had to hide my pain from. 

“Morning guys.” I grinned at them all, hoping to disguise the wince I made as I took the seat between Joe and Phil that had been saved for me.

There was a round of ‘mornings’ coming from the group, most of them almost incoherent as they struggled to wake up for the morning.

Despite feeling unwell, I knew I had to eat on my painkillers so I decided to grab a few pieces of fruit and just nibble on them whilst trying to engage in the conversations around me. As much as I tried to hide my discomfort, I knew I had failed when I saw Sav looking at me concerned over the table. As I looked into his blue eyes, which had not faded with time, I saw the question that was lingering in his mind.

I subtly nodded my head at him and gave a small smile, trying to convey that I was alright. However, much to my dismay, this had only attracted the attention of Joe who was seated to my right.

“You okay Y/N/N? You don’t look right.” 

Quietly I took a deep breath yet again and looked towards him, knowing that if I didn’t he wouldn’t believe the lie that was about to escape my mouth.

“Of course, I'm just tired. Didn’t get enough sleep s’all.”

It was very obvious on his face that he did not believe me but he did not press the matter any further in front of the others. Instead, he just looked at Sav and then the rest of his own band, all of them talking silently, something they had mastered over the years. The only upside was that the guys of Mötley Crüe hadn’t noticed that something was up. Whether it was deliberate because it didn’t concern them or they were really that oblivious didn’t matter. I was just grateful I didn’t have another group of eyes trained on me. 

When we finished breakfast, the bands had a day off so all I had to focus on was making sure everything was ready for them when they next perform. This meant that I should be running around all day between the hotel and the venue. I was dreading the day ahead of me, knowing roughly how it would go. I knew I would have to keep myself hydrated and well fed to try and prevent the dizzy spells as well as carrying my joint braces and supports just in case. 

I carefully made the trek back up to my hotel room, vaguely aware of the eyes that are on me as I leave. I carefully pack my bag for the day, making a mental note of everything that I have to get done. Just as I am about to leave I hear a knock at my hotel room door. Gently padding over to the door, I try to ignore the limp in my step. When I get there and open the door I am shocked to find all five members of Def Leppard standing there.

With a sigh I move out of the way, allowing them all to enter the room. They quickly made themselves at home with Rick, Vivian and Phil sat on the sofa and Joe and Sav perched on the foot of my bed. The two men on the bed allowed me room to sit in between them. Reluctantly I made my way over. Usually, I wouldn’t mind sitting and talking to the band, but right now, when I knew all they wanted to talk about was me, I would rather be anywhere else.

“So are you gonna tell us what’s going on or are we all gonna have to guess.” Joe started though his voice was soft and filled with concern. As I looked around, all I saw was five sets of eyes staring back at me waiting for a reply. 

“Honestly I’m fine. I’m just a bit tired.” I told them wanting them off of my case.

“Don’t lie to us Y/N.” Phil spoke, his tone the same as Joe’s. “What is really going on?”

I sighed as I looked around again. It was obvious they were not going to leave me alone until I told them what was going on. 

“I have a condition called Hypermobility Spectrum Disorder.” I started as I looked down at my lap. It wasn’t that I was ashamed of my condition but it was hard for me to talk about. 

“I was diagnosed a few years ago but I have been having problems since I was about nine. There are multiple symptoms but the main ones that affect me are chronic pain, fatigue and dislocations. It is incurable but there are things I can do to lower the pain. Some mornings though I just wake up and I know that it is going to be a bad day.”

“How come you’re only telling us this now?” Sav questioned with worry flooding his face.

“I didn’t want to be a bother to anyone. There's not much anyone can do anyway.”

“You still should've told someone Y/N/N.” Viv spoke up. “How many times have you gone through the day in pain and we haven’t noticed.”

“I don’t know. Look I appreciate the concern and everything but I really have to get to work.”

“Are you joking?” Joe scoffed, his eyes wide.

“Umm no, I can’t just stop everything…” I was interrupted by Sav. 

“Yes you can. You’re in pain Y/N. You can’t possibly work like this.”

“I have done in the past.”

“Only because we didn’t know then.” Rick interrupted this time with a pointed look on his face.

Realising this was a battle I was going to lose, I gave in.

“Fine. But I can’t stay in bed all day, if I don’t keep moving then my joints will seize up and I’ll end up in more pain.”

“Whatever you need Y/N. I’m just going to make a few calls so that you can have as long as you need off.” Joe told me before going to leave the room.

When Joe came back the entire day was spent with the five of them looking after me, despite my insistence that I could do it myself. A few times we went for a walk around the hotel corridors so that I could move around a little bit. Overall the whole day was a lot more comfortable than I originally planned. They had made sure that I was taking my pain meds and eating and drinking enough. 

The only time there was trouble was when I had a subluxation in my knee, which is where my knee had a partial dislocation. Whilst painful it was something I could deal with myself. Luckily I had my knee support on hand to strap my knee back up. By the evening time, all of them apart from Joe and Sav had left.

“So Y/N/N, are you going to tell us the real reason as to why you didn’t tell us about your condition?” Joe asked. I looked between him and Sav and I could tell that just like earlier, I wasn’t going to be able to avoid the question.

“When I tell people about my condition they always look at me differently. Whilst I knew that all of you would be the last people to judge me, I’ve gotten used to not talking about it.” I told them, hardly being able to look them in the eye.

“We get that Y/N/N but don’t let yourself be in pain again, alright?” Sav smiled at me.

“Yeah okay. And thank you for today.”

“It’s no problem at all.” Joe smiled as he patted me gently on the shoulder.

Sav did the same and the both of them smiled at me one final time before they left me alone for the evening to get ready for bed.

*

Over the next few weeks I continued to work with only a few problems but I noticed that all of them looked out for me. Things like offering to carry a heavy bag or walking slightly slower so that I could keep up and if I was honest it was making my life so much easier. Part of me wished that I had told them sooner but at least now they were all aware and I didn't have to struggle on my own anymore.

#def leppard #joe elliott #phil collen #rick savage #rick allen #vivian campbell #ellen's fic #def leppard fanfic #def leppard fanfiction #def leppard x reader

[littlemissheavenonearth]

The Dancer and the Rockstar {Joe Elliott x Reader}

This is part 1 of the series! I hope you like it ❤️

Y/n danced in the small room of her town’s only dance studio. Her body was so controlled as she moved, her hands moving up and down every time she spun around. Her little skirt rising and falling at the same rate as her hair. Her lips moved with the counts of choreography. 

For a moment she stopped to look around the small room. She had been dancing here ever since she was two years old, every time she took a step into a new dance move, she could see herself growing up, through that mirror. She watched herself every year for the past nineteen years. 

Now, this was her only home, after her mother died, her father abandoned her. He left with no choice, but to stay here. For six years she’s been living here, being raised by her lovely dance instructor, Tahlia Matson. Tahlia lived in the small apartment right above the dance studio, it had two bedrooms. Y/N had her own room, while Tahlia and her husband shared the remaining room. 

In her room, there were pictures, pictures of a boy she knew long again. He was somebody she used to know. She knew him as her best friend, the man who told her that she could do anything. He told her that she was the best dancer he’d ever seen in his life.  

There was one photo specifically that she loved. The girl and the boy were in the little dance studio. The boy loved to see her dance, even if the dance wasn’t that good. 

“Y/N, dance for me,” He used to say when she brought him to the little dance studio.

“I’m not that good..” The young girl said. 

“You will always be amazing in my eyes, please dance for me,” He’d whisper and she would blush, then she’d get up to dance. She’d twist and turn and go on her tiptoes, but the smile never left her face. The boy watched her with stars in his eyes. He’d known her since kindergarten and every year he watched her improve. 

The next morning, Y/N exited her bedroom to go eat some breakfast. 

“Good morning, darling.” Her dance instructor said.

“Hi,” The girl responded.

“Y/n, honey, can you tell me about the friend that you have pictures of in your room?” Tahlia asked, giving the dancer her plate with buttered toast.

“Well, he was very fun to be around.” 

“Ooh, tell me more,” The older woman smirked.

“I never liked him that way, but there was always something about him that no other guy I knew had. He was always a little taller than me, and he always used that as an opportunity to tease me. Not in a bad way of course, you could tell that he cared. Sometimes I wish that I did like him that way, because he was just so sweet and affectionate toward me. I honestly was too young to tell if he liked me that way, but always felt as if he did.”

“How long has it been since you’ve seen him?” 

“I haven’t seen him since fifth grade, which is about eleven years.” Y/N took a moment to realize how long it’s been since she has seen her best friend.

“Would you like to see him again?” Tahlia sat next to the girl and took a hold of her hand.

“I would like that, we never got to have a proper goodbye, especially because we both didn’t know that we wouldn’t see each other for eleven years. I miss him, Lia.” Y/N felt tears start to fall down her cheeks. 

“Oh,” Tahlia wiped the tears from the girl's cheeks, and hugged her. “Sweet heart. I promise that you will be able to see him again soon.”

“I wanna feel his warmth again, I want to spend time with him, just like we used to.”

“You will very soon, I guarantee it.”  

#def leppard x reader #def leppard #joe elliott x reader #joe elliott #dancers #❤️

[i-dont-want-your-hysteria]

SOS Emergency (Joe x Reader)

Words: 2,496

Prompt: Remember in February when Joe was hospitalized in Colombia and we all collectively had a panic attack? :) This is just a lil headcannon about what happened that day. I wrote this darling little sickfic that same day to cope with the insane amount of Worried Wife Energy I had.

TW: illness, vomiting, fainting, hospital

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February 24th, 2023

Bogotá, Colombia

Joe huffed, out of breath and face-down over the toilet. All of his body weight slumped against the bowl for support; his stomach having just ejected his minimal dinner from earlier. His fingers shook with the stress, pain pounding through his skull as he felt his stomach beginning to calm down.

Okay, he quickly speculated, So I've got food poisoning. Not uncommon after trying something in a different country. Lucky me, I guess.

As he took in another breath when the urge hit him, he felt the room suddenly spin. His lungs had tightened without warning, causing him to let out a desperate cough with a hand on his chest. He focused on taking in his breaths carefully, but each one proved to be just as difficult as the last. The pulse in his ears and the slight wheezes that came with his inhalations seemed to be the only things he could hear at the moment.

So, maybe not food poisoning, then.

A hand laid on Joe's back, and he jumped in surprise at the touch. He heard voices echoing back to him, calling his name and sounding concerned. It was here he realized he wasn't alone, and that he'd temporarily forgotten this fact. 

"Breathe, Joe," he heard your voice first, "Keep breathing, be sick if you need to."

Had I fainted? he wondered. He couldn't seem to recall things from the minute before he found himself spewing over the loo in his hotel room. The lightheadedness that knocked him around seemed to further support his mind's new argument of a potential fainting spell.

As more sensations came back to him, Joe also realized you were holding his platinum white hair back from his face. It was a good thing you were, too, as the thought to do so had never occurred to him. This sensation of you gently tugging at his locks began to trigger a wave of remembrance in him, and everything from the moment prior came suddenly back.

Joe had been with you all evening, complaining of  the thin air of the city, feeling generally sick, and being overly tired from a headache. Those were only two of his complaints, which were then accompanied by comments in the midst of your conversations about his chest feeling tight and stomach feeling "off". You both passed it off as nerves and/or jet lag, yet Joe continued to air his gripes to you as the evening went on and his symptoms rose.

Just when you were both ready to turn into bed for the night (on account of his ailment worsening), Joe had paused upon feeling the room teeter around him.

His chest tightened up for about the 8th time that day, but somehow worse. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, gripping his chest and sensing the struggle in his breath. 

Hearing him become labored, you asked if he was alright.

Before he answered, the quickly-approaching wave of dizziness moved his stomach around like a boat in rough water, and he felt the sudden urge to heave. You saw his eyes widen in fear as he went to haul himself up as fast as he could. He did so faster than his weakened body allowed, causing his eyes to briefly roll back into his head as he slid out of the bed with a wheeze.

All he remembers next is fighting to gasp for breath in between the quick waves of sudden vomiting, not listening to a word you said or hearing anything you may have done. He didn't even remember practically crawling to the nearby bathroom after he'd hit the floor; he supposed it was his instinct that got him there by default.

Joe rested his head on his arm against the seat after the expulsion had stopped. He didn't dare open his eyes out of fear of seeing whatever had come back up from his stomach a second ago.

"He sounds like he can't breathe-" your voice came back to his ears as if you were worriedly informing a third person. When Joe heard you flush the toilet above him, he wanted to thank you for reading his thoughts so clearly. However, too spent and too out of breath to speak, he kept it to himself.

"It's not just food poisoning," Phil's voice rang out from the doorway behind him, "Christ, he's shakin' like a leaf..."

Joe had not remembered Phil being in the room a moment ago. He knew he was right next door, so perhaps you had called him over once you realized there was a serious problem afoot.

"Well if he'd say something, maybe we would know," your hand gently and tenderly gripped his shoulder, "Talk to us, sweetie- tell us what's wrong."

Joe tilted his head in the direction of your voice, the weight of his fatigue still making his eyelids plummet. It was strange, you thought, seeing him appear so pallid. Spending all day in the Colombian sun had apparently not left any evidence on his skin.

Still, he knew he had to use whatever breath he had wisely, so he quickly deciphered what was more important to say to you both first before anything else.

"Chest's tight... I can't... really breathe well..." he coughed downwards before continuing, "Heart's poundin'. Don't wanna move..."

Phil asked, "Does he feel warm at all?"

The cold fingers of your hand swept across his forehead, making him twitch in surprise again.

"He doesn't have a fever," you noted to Phil, "You don't suppose..."

You didn't dare list anything serious in front of Joe. Out of fear of putting any more stress on him, you shut your mouth. Your empty sentence spoke to Phil too much, however, as he heard the dire implications behind it.

"No, no. It just doesn't seem like it-" he shook his head in denial, but his voice didn't sound entirely convinced of what he was reassuring you with, "-maybe it's the thin air makin' him sick?"

"Could be... but this bad?"

"Regardless, I'm calling Mike right now and letting him know we gotta take him to a hospital. Stay here with him and call me if he gets any worse-"

Phil turned on his heels and hurried back to his room as calmly and quickly as possible to grab the phone he'd left there a moment before. As soon as you'd texted him, simply stating "I need help, Joe's sick, get over here NOW," he'd- quite literally- dropped everything and ran.

"Joey, we gotta get you to a doctor," you rubbed his back and softly told him, "You're gonna have to try and stand up."

Joe groaned weakly at your words, lifting his head and hovering over the bowl again with a gag as he anticipated another contraction of his stomach. 

He shook his head with a desperate, "Hold me... I think I'm-"

Getting on your knees at his side, your arm went around his shoulders to keep him steady over the bowl as he heaved again with a grunt of discomfort. You let him be sick, keeping his thin hair out of the line of fire like you did the last time. You were certain he would not be sick again once he'd finished; this was just the aftershock from when he was sick before. 

Your voice was as gentle and calm as you could make it in such an urgent moment, "It's okay, don't fight it- it'll pass..."

As scared for him as you were, you couldn't begin to imagine how terrified he might have felt. Mysterious illness in a foreign country? Definitely something you could live without.

"Just keep trying to breathe- even if it's hard. Do what you can- in and out..."

Joe coughed harshly a few times, reaching up and flushing the toilet again. You saw his one hand on the toilet seat trembling with his fast pulse. You even noticed him slightly swaying as if he were off balance like he'd been earlier that night, hence the request for you to hold him steady as he vomited.

He kept his head hung, focusing all his energy on breathing along with you. You sweetly reassured him time after time that he was doing great and that he was getting better, hoping it would give him more will to stand up when Phil came back with Mike. Each inhale and exhale was accompanied by a long, smooth stroke of your hand on his back in order to synchronize your breaths.

"What... the fuck is wrong... with me...?" he huffed tiredly, evidence of whimpering in his voice.

"We're gonna find out, baby, and you're gonna be alright."

And after a minute, he was away from the toilet, and you were both sitting against the wall on the bathroom floor together. Whatever was ailing your 63 year-old lover, it had dramatically broken him down into an almost child-like state of desperation for comfort. Joe was now curled up both against and over you, almost lifeless except for his labored breathing and trembling. He was so drained and weakened that you thought he was turning a new shade of pale; one similar to the stark white of his sleek hair. 

Still, you had to put your worries away for the moment. Joe needed you, and you had to be tough and focused for him.

It was this way that Mike and Phil found you a minute later, and with their help, you got Joe off the ground, into his shoes, and out the door.

***

Joe ended up being admitted to the ER with dyspnea and heart palpitations. In the end, it turned out that Phil was right from the start; the culprit behind this mystery was acute mountain sickness.

Simply the fact Joe was not acclimated to the city's altitude had made him terribly sick. It almost made you laugh, but you knew it was nothing to laugh about. The combination of him being at a different barometric pressure and also not getting enough oxygen was what caused this urgent episode. You didn't even know that this sort of thing was possible- neither of you did- but now it was very real and very scary.  

"If that doesn't scream 'I'm a foreigner', I don't know what does," Joe weakly laughed in bed. He was speaking more (not like you or anyone could stop him), now that he was put on oxygen. Of course, he was trying to add light air to the worried energy of the room that hadn't gone away yet.

Despite the joke, you could tell he was thoroughly shaken-up and still far from feeling well, so you had joined him in his hospital bed to intertwine your fingers together.

Luckily, the doctors in Bogotá were more than familiar with his condition, since the elevation of the city was often too much for visitors. The chosen course of action was to pump Joe full of medications, oxygen, and fluids to get him back to normal. He was- just as well- hooked up to what felt like every monitor imaginable as a precaution.

No amount of Joe's chipper remarks could have turned the mood around.

"Never do that again," you quietly warned him in a serious tone, "You're not allowed to scare me like that."

"What, with the joke?"

"No- with falling ill like this!"

"Oh come on, all I did was get sick."

"No, actually- you looked at me like you were terrified for your life, then you went-" an imitation of his wheezing followed suit, followed by you making your eyes roll back. You fell back against the bed in an attempt to mimic Joe's fainting, "And fell out of bed!"

"But that-"

You disregarded his attempts to speak and went on, "Then before I could get to you, you got up and basically threw yourself on the floor at the toilet, and-"

You made a puking sound and motion.

"Not to mention this entire time, you kept saying you couldn't breathe!"

Falling silent afterwards, you made eye contact with him for a brief moment, then looked away.

"You scared the living shit out of me, Joe," you very quietly admitted, trying not to sound emotional, "I thought something was..."

A shuddery breath accidentally slipped through as your tears of panic couldn't hide themselves anymore. You had kept your cool this entire time, as you knew you had to be strong and focused for his sake. Now that Joe was safe and out of danger, this cool could no longer be kept.

"Oh love, don't cry for me," he softly requested, untangling your fingers and resting a hand on your thigh.

You were quick to shake your head, "Well I am, because that was terrifying and I never wanna go through that again-!"

"Neither do I, but I'm better now! Not completely, but still better- and it's because of you."

You sniffed and scoffed, "And a doctor or two."

Joe stressed his last point, "And you."

He slowly lifted his arm up from your leg to put it around you lazily.

"Sure, the doctors are treating me, but you were the first one to care for me. I don't want to even think about what would've happened if you weren't there in our room... if I were alone without you..."

"Awh, baby..." you put a hand on his leg, squeezing just a little, "You'll never be alone as long as I'm here..."

His head flopped against yours. He kept quiet for a few hesitant seconds before sleepily declaring, "I love you... I hope you know you're my hero."

 "...and I hope you know you're on drugs, Mr. Woozy."

He turned to kiss your head, "But still capable, still coherent, and still doing the show tomorrow. The doctors even said so."

"I know, I know- you made it very clear on the ride here that you're doing the show tomorrow," you wiped your tears away, "But you're not going to force it! Don't let that oxygen go to your head and make you delirious."

 "You should try some of this oxygen, too, you know-" he tapped the small tubes going into his nostrils, "You'll feel like a new person, I swear..."

"I think you should probably try sleeping like the doctors said- before you get any other ideas. You had a rough day," your hand held onto his fingers that draped around your neck as you added on in a much more quiet, much more loving voice, "And don't worry, I will be right here with you... cos' I'm your 'hero'."

Joe smiled down at you, the wooziness apparent in his eyes. He was mellowed down; more honest and genuine at the moment. He was feeling peace for the first time in a while, and with that came a lot of euphoric love he had the pressing need to express.

"My hero," he repeated in a quiet grumble, letting his eyes flutter shut as he drifted near slumber, "My fearless protector."

      The end

#i just wanted to be there for him so bad or can't you tell #joe's not allowed to be sick not after all the mumps and pneumonia and trapped nerves and laryngitis and deviated septum and rotator cuff a #def leppard #joe elliott #original content #def leppard fanfic #joe elliott fanfic #joe elliott x reader #def leppard x reader #also we love phil phil's a real bro #posting this from work bc i'm working on memorial day and there is NO one in here

[usedtobecooler]

Pairing | Eddie Munson x fem!reader Warnings | sexual content (18+ minors DNI), lap dances, fingering (f receiving), squirting, PiV sex, dirty talk (kind of? idk), tiny bit of tenderness at the end. Word count | 3.2K A/N: i'm totally aware that i'm way out of my depth here with this HOWEVER somebody had to write my ultimate fantasy of giving eddie a lapdance to pour some sugar on me and here i am, fulfilling it myself. this is based in the Summer of '87, a year after the goings on of ST4, and if it wasn't obvious everyone is still very much alive. also thank you so much for the little amount of love on my last fic, it spurred me on for this one &lt;3

It's the August of '87, Summer was almost over and your job at the local record store had paid so well that you were able to treat yourself to the brand new tape Walkman that had been taunting you in the window for months. Dave, the guy you worked with on occasion, had let you know about the new Def Leppard album, Hysteria, that had been released just days prior.

"It's gonna change your life," he'd buzzed, sliding the tape across to you over the counter. It cost $5, and you were wondering if you could spare it, but the cover work and track list that line the tape taunted you into buying it. You'd listened to some of their music before but you were personally more of a Sabbath girl, glam rock wasn't really your thing.

x

"Not Def Leppard," Eddie had groaned mere hours later when you appeared outside his trailer, a hot red flush on your cheeks from climbing the steep hill to the park in the heat of the Summer sun, "they fucking suck. They're the band your mom listens to when she's horny."

"Don't talk about my mom like that," you screw your face up at him in disgust, shoving your way past him into the darkness and heat of his home, no A/C because he was a stingy asshole who paid for nothing he didn't have to. You didn't want to think about your mom getting hot and bothered over some rock dude, it was gross.

"I'll fuck your mom," Eddie quips back, looking like he's actually contemplating it, "she's hot, just an older you but probably with a nicer rack."

You shoot him a look over your shoulder, a mixture of annoyance and confusion, "Shut up about my mom, I'll fuck your dad," the hint of a smile is in your voice as you flip open the cassette deck on Eddie's boom box, transferring your tape from your Walkman into it.

"Ha, my dad's dead," Eddie folds his arms on his chest triumphantly, a smug look on his face like he's proud of the fact his dad's dick is off the cards.

"Well look who the real loser is here." you mutter to yourself, making yourself busy with fiddling around with buttons to rewind the tape back to where you need it to be. You catch Eddie throwing himself down on his sofa out the corner of your eye, with a rolled blunt in one hand and a zippo in the other. His t-shirt rumples up a bit so a little expanse of his tummy shows and his legs are spread wide. He looks comfortable.

"Prepare to have your mind blown," you smirk, turning around to grin at him knowingly as the first bars of Pour Some Sugar on Me play. He looks at you with a quirked brow, interest clearly piquing as the riff kicks off.

The song just has this feeling to it, it makes you want to dance and rip your clothes off. It makes you feel sexy. Your best friend would call it a 'stripper song', and she'd be right because that's exactly how it felt. You feel your hips swaying to the beat, Joe Elliot's raspy voice sounding so good.

"What're you doing?" Eddie asks, confusion etching his features as you slowly slide your way over to him, his dark brown eyes looking blown out whilst they drink in the sight of you before him. Your black skirt and fishnets have a rumpled up, worn in look to them from working all day, your Metallica band shirt stuffed haphazardly into the waist line of your skirt, but you look so pretty.

"C'mon, Eddie," you giggle a little, shimmying your way over to his lap, just hovering as you look into his stunning dark eyes, "have some fun with me, let loose a little. This song is just so good it needs to be danced to."

"I'm not much of a dancer," Eddie breathes out, head feeling fuzzy and he can't tell if its from the weed or you. Maybe it's both, he's unsure. His hands are trembling a little, clearly unsure of what to do with himself, unlit half smoked joint now abandoned by his side.

"Well," you hum, finger tapping your chin like you're deep in thought, "how about I dance for you?"

Eddie chokes on his own breath, spluttering a little at what you're insinuating, "Dance for me?" he asks quietly, "As in?"

You don't dignify him with a reply, there's not long left of the song and you'll lose your nerve if you think too much about what you've just said, so instead you turn around so your back is to him, hands braced on his spread thighs as you nestle between them, swaying your hips from side to side in a sensual motion.

Eddie's breath hitches, his eyes going bug wide whilst he looks at the swaying of your ass in his face like this. "Can I touch you?" He asks, the words tumbling out like an intrusive thought before he can even stop himself. He internally cringes, prepared for you to say no.

The music is flowing through your body, all nervousness disappearing as you wiggle your ass back against him, just barely brushing along his jean clad crotch. "Of course you can," you say breathily, keening into Eddie's touch as his large hands grab at the meat of your thighs, fingers digging lightly under the material of your fishnets.

You honestly have no idea what's come over you, why this is even happening. You'd never thought about Eddie in this way before, he was just your weed dealer who you'd on occasion come to pester when there was nobody else around. All you spoke about was drugs and music, with the occasional joke thrown in, but there was nothing else to it.

God damn you, Def Leppard.

Your fingers run up your sides slowly, body still swaying to the song rhythmically and your ass occasionally rubbing back further to glide against Eddie's crotch. You don't miss the way his hands dig into your thighs deeper at that, short nails biting at your flesh deliciously.

"I'm gonna take my shirt off," you breathe out, shocked by the sexy way the words roll off your tongue. Your fingers grip the sides of your Metallica shirt and you take it off in one swift motion, leaving behind just the black lace of your bra to keep yourself covered.

The song is still playing loudly but the thrumming in your ears is blocking it out, just a faint 'pour some sugar on me, ooh in the name of love' gently being heard behind the buzzing. You tilt your head back so it's resting on Eddie's shoulder, his hair tickling the side of your face and neck, as you grind back with purpose now.

Eddie's eyes are glued to your tits, barely covered by the lace covering them still, he can see your erect nipples peaking out and his hands trail up the softness of your tummy slowly, the biting cold of his rings making you hiss a little, "Can I?" he asks, lips sweeping across your ear.

You just nod silently, watching his hands come up to cup the mound of your breasts, his fingers grazing your nipples softly making you moan quietly.

"Do you like that?" Eddie asks, only a little teasing in his voice. He was a guitarist in a band, he had his fair share of women. If you looked over onto his coffee table you'd see a pack of Trojan's hidden not so gracefully under a magazine, a tell tale sign that he was used to this. But nobody had ever done this for him before and you were different, he'd never figured you'd be interested in him in this way.

He'd thought about you sometimes, in his weaker moments with a hand wrapped loosely around his cock. He thought about your plump lips, your soft tummy that was covered up all the time, your thick thighs that were always nicely covered by a skirt or shorts. He didn't think you'd ever worn jeans around him before.

Eddie couldn't believe he was actually touching you and you were letting him, whilst giving him a lap dance nonetheless. His cock jumps when you moan right next to his ear, your hips still tantalizingly grinding up against him.

The song comes to an abrupt end, your hips stilling slowly as the tape fades into another song. Eddie thinks this is it and that's as far as he'll ever get, you'll put your shirt on, steal your tape back and excuse yourself from the trailer.

Only you don't do that.

Instead you turn around, leaning forward into his chest, "Do you want to feel how wet I am?" you ask quietly, batting your pretty eyelashes at him. You take Eddie's left hand and drag his palm under your skirt, letting him feel how hot and achy your pussy is through the lace of your black panties and the nets of your tights.

Eddie gasps quietly, letting his fingers run between your lips and, yeah, you've completely soaked through them. You've gotten this wet giving him a lap dance, "You've got more of these right?" He asks, slipping his fingers through your fishnets with purpose. You nod your head quickly and he takes that as his cue to bring up his right hand to meet his left and rip your fishnets apart, leaving just the lace of your panties in his way.

With one swift movement he flips you down onto the couch so you're on your back with him hovering over you. His eyes look wild, his skin flushed red and his fringe already starting to matte down to his forehead. You can't help but think he looks so beautiful like this.

"I'm gonna touch you now, is that okay?" Eddie asks and, god, he keeps asking and making sure you're okay and you've never had that before. Maybe he's too sweet and this is too perfect, maybe this is just a dream and not really happening. You nod your head anyway, then he's pushing your skirt up your hips and slipping your panties to the side.

It's almost as if he knows what you like immediately, his calloused guitar player fingers slipping between your folds to rub at the length of your cunt, gathering up the juices on his fingers. He slowly slips his middle finger into you, loving the gasp he elicits from your open mouth when the cool metal of his ring hits your entrance. His thumb comes up to play with your clit, rubbing it in slow circles.

Your breath hitches, "Oh, Eddie," you moan, eyes slipping shut as he fucks you with his finger at an almost languid pace. The feeling of his thumb on your clit is mind blowing and soon his ring finger is meeting his middle and sliding into you with ease. Your back arches off the sofa, a soft mewl leaving your lips.

"Do you like that, hmm?" Eddie asks and the teasing tone in his voice is obvious now, you can tell he's smirking down at you even with your eyes shut. You feel his free hand come up to move the lace of your bra away from your left nipple, exposing it ever so quickly before his mouth comes down to latch around it.

"M'so close," you gasp, eyes opening so you can look at what he's doing to you, one hand coming up to grasp at Eddie's hair, the tip of his tongue lapping at your nipple feeling like absolute heaven, quiet little 'uh, uh's falling from your lips as he fucks his fingers into you quicker, his thumb on your clit matching the pace.

Eddie's mouth comes off of your nipple slowly, the grin on his face so wide as he watches you fall apart, your hooded eyes looking down at his dark brown ones, blown out with lust. He's looking at you like he wants to eat you alive, like he's starved and you're the first meal he's had all week. "Come for me then, sweet girl," his voice is deep, almost primal sounding and it has you falling apart. Your legs clamp together and shake violently as your cunt squeezes around his fingers sporadically, a sudden gush of wet forcing his fingers out of you.

You gasp loudly, not wanting to open your eyes because Eddie has pulled himself away from you, sitting back on his haunches to see the damp patch left on his sofa between your legs, "What the hell was that? Did you just squirt?" he asks, confusion in his voice.

"I am so, so sorry," you whine, throwing your arm over your face to mask the red of your cheeks, "I've only ever managed to do that to myself, I don't know what happened."

You babble on and on, muttering 'sorry's until Eddie hovers over you again, pulling your arm from your face, "Hey, look at me," he speaks, brushing your cheek with the back of his hand until you open your eyes begrudgingly, "don't apologise, I didn't even know I could do that to someone. It was... it was so hot."

Eddie's voice is gravelly and you can tell from the way he speaks that he means every word, that him making you do that turned him on as much as you enjoyed it. You let your eyes wander south now, and his cock looks painfully hard pressed up against the seam of his jeans.

"Can I?" You ask quietly, bringing your hand down to the front of his belt and sweeping your nimble fingers across it. Eddie nods wildly, brushing his hair slightly out of his face to watch you unbuckle his belt. You've done this before, he can tell by the way your hands don't shake and how you pull open his belt so easily, the way you unbutton and unzip his jeans in one motion.

Eddie helps you pull his jeans and checkered boxer shorts down over his thighs, but he doesn't miss the way you gulp and suck in air sharply as his cock is freed.

It's pretty, you think, as you take hold of it in your hand. From dark, curly hair that nestles at his pubic bone, the way it curves ever so slightly to the left, the dark red of the tip, shiny with precum. It's thick, but not too thick. It's long, but not too long. It fits Eddie perfectly, you can't explain how but it just does.

You give it an experimental tug and Eddie sighs loudly, head falling forward to watch your hand slide along his length, "If you keep doing this I'm gonna cum before we get to fuck," he chuckles, but there's an edge in his voice that you know means he's telling the truth.

"Then what are you waiting for?" You ask, batting your lashes at him, not missing the way his cock jumps in your hand a little. You release him from your grasp quickly, letting him adjust himself so he's back in between your legs perfectly.

Eddie grabs hold of his dick by the base, lets the tip of his cock catch and drag between the lips of your pussy, getting it all nice and wet. You moan, eyelids fluttering a little, as he breaches your entrance, your cunt swallowing up every inch of him like he's meant to be there.

"Fuck," Eddie moans, head falling forward as he bottoms out, "you have no idea how good you feel around me."

You feel so full with Eddie buried in you like this, you can feel his balls nestled at your ass, feel the roughness of the hair on his thighs on the backs of yours, you can even feel his cock twitch inside of you, "Move, please," you beg, shifting your hips a little to get him going.

Eddie does just that, pulling back then shoving himself back in to the hilt. He already has no restraint, you know this isn't going to last long. Not by the way he's already moaning and already quivering.

"Can't believe we're doing this, sweetheart," He moans, draping himself over you as he fucks into you quicker, a rhythm finally setting in, "I've thought about you before, about your pussy, your tits, your face as you cum. I've thought about it all."

You gasp into his ear at his admissions, legs wrapping around his hips tightly as he fucks you with purpose, his cock catching and dragging on that sweet spot inside of you, his pelvis rubbing deliciously against your clit, "Really?" You ask, "What did I do in these fantasies?"

Eddie can't help the groan that escapes him, "Thought about your legs over my shoulders as I fuck you, thought about how your pussy would taste, how your mouth would feel around my cock. I bet you're so good with your mouth."

The moan that comes out of your mouth sounds absolutely feral, you grip hold of his chin with your hand to get him to look at you, your back arching as he fucks you deeper than before, "Fuck me until I can't remember my name."

It's like your words churn up something in Eddie's gut, because he's pushing your leg up to your chest, driving into you deeper and faster than before. The sounds are almost disgusting, the wet slap of his hips against your ass, the slick sound of his cock catching and dragging in and out of your cunt. It's delicious, he's driving you fucking wild.

"I'm gonna cum again," you pant, feeling it building up inside of you quickly, the tightening in your gut intensifying rapidly, "oh God, Eddie," when his name comes out of your mouth it's a loud cry, your cunt gripping around him sporadically as you shudder through your orgasm, hearing him grunt and moan above you as he drives into you faster than before, at an almost brutal pace.

"Oh fuck, fuck you feel so good, so good on my cock," Eddie groans, burying his face into your neck and biting down gently as he rocks into you roughly, cumming with so much intensity that he swears he's died and gone to heaven.

Your pussy is better than heaven, he thinks. He'd quite happily die now with his cock nestled inside of your tight heat.

He keens into your touch as you run your hands through his hair, burying them in when he slumps forward onto you, whole body going limp on yours.

"I take back everything I said about Def Leppard," Eddie mutters silently after a moment, mouthing still at your neck, "they clearly turn me on as well."

You can't help the little, barking laugh that escapes your mouth, that soon dies when Eddie catches your lips with his own, silencing you completely when his hand comes up to rest on the side of your neck, fingers behind your ear and nestled in your hair, thumb caressing your cheek. Kissing makes all of this real and wow his lips feel good. He's slow and gentle, kissing you slowly, completely different to the way you just fucked. It's nice, a stark contrast.

You'd talk about this soon, you were sure of it. But for now this was enough.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things #eddie munson fic #my fanfic #mine #smut #x reader #fem reader #mentions of def leppard because hysteria is one of the best rock albums ever released #stranger things imagine

[friccinfricks]

Joe Elliott x Reader head canons: penpals edition

- of course when the guys go on tour, you and Joe have an agreement to try to call at least three or four times a week, especially right before he goes on stage

- but sometimes those short phone calls aren’t enough to get everything out that you need to say to each other (keep in mind, these are international tours we’re referring to)

- so before the tour, you and Joe sit down over (what was supposed to be just one, turns into three) coffee and go over all the different hotels he’ll be at, explicit addresses, and the exact dates.

- it brings a smile to your face, watching how intently he sifts through piles and piles of paperwork, just so he can be sure you’ve got a mailing address “just in case” you decide you want to mail him a letter.

- it’s February of 1983 and the band will be in America for over two months, and with the tour starting in England, you plan on clinging onto him and finding ways to pop in at his hotels when it’s not too much trouble to get there

- but as you go over the list, you realize how exact and precise your planning will have to be in order to get a letter to him. it’s daunting. they’ll be in an entirely new city, oftentimes state, every. single. night.

- he seems excited just to have had the conversation with you, though. he’s eager to maintain this new, sprouting relationship with you, despite the ever-approaching tour. three months is a long time to be away, but knowing you’ll be back home waiting for him makes his heart leap.

- in actuality, he has already started writing letters to you. he started just weeks after you met, but felt too bashful to actually send them, seeing as you went on dates every weekend and he tried to come over on nights when you’d had an excruciating long day at work and were in no circumstance to cook for yourself

- so now he’s found the perfect excuse to show you in writing, what his words have always wanted to tell you.

- ah, but you’ve got a little trick up your sleeve too, don’t you?

- you’ve got a friend in texas whose got a friend in the international airlines and you’ve landed yourself not just a ticket across the pond, but a few nights in Dallas, perfectly in time for just when Def Leppard’ll be playing.

- but you love seeing how excited Joe is. it thrills you knowing that at least every once in a while, you’ll get a letter from him.

- and so it begins.

- after starting the tour in Europe, you find a way to go to the airport with the boys and see them off.

- Phil and Sav are both making vomiting noises when they see Joe plant a tender, but firm kiss on your lips, to which you both respond to by giving them each the middle finger

- you watch as the five of them board the plane, Joe boarding last, and giving you a final wave.

- it’s bittersweet, only because you sent a letter to their first hotel a week and a half ago and alreadr made sure that they’d received it. Joe was absolutely thrilled when at check in, their tour manager walked over and said, “I don’t know how, but you’ve got a piece of mail.”

- much to your surprise, when you go home that day, you notice a thick envelope on your doorstep

- it’s not got any postage or any indication that it went through the postal service, so you’re trepedatious to open it

- you just smile and sigh in contentment when you look inside, seeing tons of hand written notes, all addressed to you as, “Y/N, my beloved,”

- there are poems, doodles, lists, photographs, a little bit of everything.

- one of the last notes you find says, “I’m sorry for the creepy delivery, I just had to be sure you got it today! specifically, today!”

- a few days later, you get your first call from America.

“Y/N!”

“Hmm, who is this? you sound so… American.”

“Oh, how funny.”

“Hello, Joe.”

“Hello, Y/N.” you can hear all sorts of sudden noises in the background now, mostly exclamations of your name.

“Hi, everyone.” you giggle. you hear a thump and a bit of static.

“Y/N, hi- it’s Rick. please, you have to tell Joe to shut up. I speak for everyone when I say he cannot stop lamenting over-”

“Lamenting? who are you? shakespeare? give me a fuckin break. Y/N, don’t listen to him. he’s a liar and a thief.” you hear Joe distantly in the background.

“Lamenting over how just heartbrokenly lonely he is.” this time it’s Steve who chimes in.

“It’s as if the man has never used his hand before.”

“Bollocks!”

you can’t contain your laughter, it just keeps rolling out of you, your sides hurt as you gasp for air.

- all of the calls right before shows are like this

- some, however, are made from hotel bedrooms, and include much more… explicit, dirty conversation.

- you listen intently as Joe tells you all of his most wild, urgent thoughts. you can feel your heartbeat throughout your entire body as you obey his commands through the phone receiver, accompanied by stern reminders that you have to be quiet, as you wouldn’t want to disturb your neighbors on the other side of your flat’s walls.

- it’s fair. you’ve had it coming, after all. with every new letter sent, there includes a page full of paragraphs of the most raw, animalistic urges you’ve had in his absence.

- and the pictures. oh, the pictures.

- Joe loses his mind every time you send him a new polaroid of some shocking nude pose you’ve gotten yourself into.

- the letters continue throughout the entire tour, back and forth, as do the calls.

- and let’s just say when you show up at his Dallas hotel room an hour before he checks in, clad in a mini skirt, a button up a few sizes too small, and a smile, he goes absolutely feral.

#sorry i’m too lazy to write entire fics #ehhh i feel like my esl is showing in this one 🙈 #joe elliott #def leppard #joe elliott x reader #mei’s head canons :)

[rockinnrollin]

I Want a Baby

Not a request, but due to Sav’s recent adorable instagram post this idea popped into my head. 

Wanings: Until the smut, just some cute fluff, maybe a couple swears but after the line, SMUT WARNING, breeding kink, daddy kink, unprotected sex, hickeys, more sweaing, so on so forth. 

Word Count: 1,549 (shes a big one)

not my gif!!

You were spending a quiet Sunday afternoon lounging around with Sav when you got the call to officially say you could come see Joe, Kristine and their newborn baby.

When you and Sav first got together, the question of kids was answered pretty soon, and the answer was “No”. With both of you agreeing that Sav’s 3 kids were all you both needed, with Sav also saying “I’m getting too old for babies again.” You didn’t mind, never being one for babies anyway.

On the drive up to Joe’s house, you found yourself thinking about what life would be like if you did have a baby. The thought of baby clothes shopping was enough to make your heart melt, you already felt overwhelmed from getting Joe’s little one some clothes. You turned to see Sav’s face, feeling as if he could read your mind right now. Though you’re certain he can’t, he did have a “Don’t even think about it Y/N” look to him.

You got to Joe’s and even though you weren’t keen on kids, you felt a little excited. It is a new life and one quite close to you when you deep it. Sav had grabbed the little gift bag and followed on behind you as you made your way to Joe’s front door. Before Sav did his usual ‘Walk right in’ as Joe would usually prefer, you held your arm out to stop him.

“We can’t go in if you block me Y/N.” he chuckled.

“I know, but there’s also a baby in there.” you said back to him, voice close to a whisper.

“Alright.” He lightly tapped the door, and a few seconds later, Kristine was stood with a smile.

“Hello! Come in, don’t worry about being quiet, he’s already as loud as Joe!” She said full of energy and joy.

Sav turned around to you and said, “What the fuck is going on?”

“What do you mean?”

“Kris just had a baby and she’s so, I don’t know, full of life? I thought she would be exhausted!”

“Must just be made for it.” You said before stepping into Joe’s living room.

Just as Kristine said, Joe was sat with their son in his arms and his son was mirroring him with his beautiful, big green eyes. He even matched the full energy Joe seemed to have at all times, despite him being a newborn baby.

“God he’s your double Joe.” Sav said to his best mate while seemingly shaking hands with the baby.

“He is isn’t he? Shame, I carried him around for 9 whole months just for him to look like Joe.” Kristine said jokingly.

“That’s plenty from the pair of you.” Joe said.

“Am I alright to hold him?” Sav asked.

“Of course.”

The second Joe handed his son over to Sav, you were at the breaking point.

“Bless his heart, he’s just so adorable, isn’t he Y/N?” Sav said while keeping his finger shaking with baby’s little hand.

“Definitely, good on you both!” You said to Joe and Kristine.

“Do you want to hold him Y/N?” Kristine asked.

“I’ve not really held a baby, I’m afraid i’ll hurt him.” You told her.

“Don’t worry, I’ll show you.” She proceeded to fold her arms into place and get you to copy her.

“See, you’ve smashed it!”

Sav gently laid him into your arms and suddenly, you felt fine. It felt natural. The second you looked down at the baby, you were past the breaking point, you were so far past it.

In a similar fashion to the way he grabbed Sav’s finger, he reached up for your hair and lightly took a hold of it, almost like he was exploring the feel of it.

“Motherhood looks good on you.” Kristine said to you smiling.

“Don’t give her any ideas now.” Sav said jokingly.

After your few hours with baby Elliott, you and Sav headed back home to continue your lounging until you went to bed. But the whole drive home the thought of having a baby was eating away at you. It’s not like it’s not possible to have one.

You got back to the house and got yourselves comfy on the couch again. While you were partially listening to the TV in the background, you couldn’t get the image of Sav with a baby out of your head. You could feel him nudging your leg with his foot.

“What’s on your mind, love?” He asked, tilting his head to the side a little.

“Ah nothing.” you smiled back at him.

“I know your lying, what’s up?” He moved closer to you.

“Was just thinking about, you know, having a baby.” you said facing your feet.

“Well..”

“What?”

“It’s not.. impossible.” Sav said taking your hand.

You took another look at him and before you knew it he had you lifted up and was carrying you up to your room. 

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He lay you gently on the bed and starting undressing himself.

“Let’s get you a baby then, love.”

You started lifting your own shirt up and unclipping your bra as Sav pulled your leggings off.

“There we go lovey. Gonna get you fucked good yeah? Give my girl a baby.” God he was perfect.

“Please Savvy, fill me up.”

“Ah ah, what’s my name darling?” He said while giving you a light slap to your thigh.

“Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

He pulled his boxers down and got himself positioned above you. He leaned down to give you a passionate kiss before moving his hand down your body towards your cunt. He started rubbing at your clit and kissing along your jaw. His fingers were ghosting over your hole, teasing you.

“Fuck, Sav please.”

Another slap to the thigh.

“I’m sorry, daddy.” You whimpered.

“Good girl, what do you want my love?” He said, going back to your pussy.

“Fuck, please daddy, fill me.” You begged.

Sav finally gave in and sliped a finger into your cunt.

“Fuck, yes.”

He was working his finger in and out of you at near lightspeed, seemingly desperate to get you ready for his dick.

“How’s that love? You like that?" He said, kissing and nipping down your chest, you were certain he was leaving some hickeys with how hard he was nipping you.

"Feels so good! Please daddy, fuck me, fill me up, get me pregnant please!”

“God you’re such a good girl for daddy aren’t you? Spread those legs wider for me babe.” He said while taking his hand away from you cunt and moving it to his own cock, wanking himself off over the sight of you.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” He seemed to slip out of his dominant persona for a second as he looked down at you.

“Thank you daddy.”

“C’mere beautiful.” He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to him. He started reaching out for a condom, you had to reach out and grab his arm to stop him.

“Oh right, yeah.”

He moved his arm back to your hip and with the other he positioned himself. He slid his cock up and down your wet cunt, preparing to slide into you finally.

“Ready love?” He asked you. All you could do was nod. He finally pushed himself into you and held still for a second.

“Fuck me daddy, I’m ready please!”

“God you’re desprate aren’t you love? Beg me to fuck you.”

“Please daddy, fuck me. Fuck me hard please, wanna have your baby!”

That’s all it took for him to start fucking into you. He kept one hand beside your head, the other playing with your tits. He was thrusting into you like a wild man, seemingly desperate to fill you with his cum. You wrapped your arms behind his neck pulling him down to you, leaving a trail of hickeys down his neck. You could feel his nails digging into you tits, most likely leaving marks and bruises. 

He moved his hand from your tits down to your leg to lift it up over his shoulder. The new postition making Sav hit that spot inside of you. You couldn’t help but moan out louder, dragging your nails down his back which just made him fuck you harder. You could feel yourself tightening on Sav’s dick, so close to the edge.

“Oh fuck, Sav, please. I’m so close!” 

“Yeah? Cum for daddy, that’s a good girl.” 

You were at the breaking point, and couldn’t hold yourself back. You came calling out for Sav, scraping your nails down his back, kissing him inbetween you moans. This all must’ve pushed him over the edge too as you could feel his thrusts falling out of rythym, then feeling him finish inside you. 

“There w go my love.” He said, gently pulling out of you and kissing you forehead while doing so. “Such a good girl.” 

You smiled up at him and watched him leave for a moment, away to get a towel to sort you both out. 

As he was in the cupboard looking for a towel, the phone went. 

“Hello?” 

“Did you do it?” Joe asked, Sav could hear his smile through the phone. 

“Do what?” Sav said.

“Fuck her?” 

“Joe, what?” 

“How stupid do you think I am? ‘I’m too old for another baby’ my arse!” He laughed. 

“Well, how do you know?”

“The look she gave you. I expect to be the favourite Uncle of this new child too, you hear me Savage?” 

#rick savage #sav #rick savage fanfic #rick savage x reader #def leppard fan fiction #def leppard fanfic #def leppard #joe elliott #vivian campbell #phil collen #steve clark #rick allen #rick savage smut

[mmarberry]

i need an eddie munson fanfic based off of literally any song from the Hysteria album by Def Leppard like please i am begging

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things 4 #joseph quinn #hysteria def leppard #def leppard #stranger things eddie

[wasted-my-time]

1 a.m. in Paris: A sequel to Midnight in Paris by @appetite4kiedis.

Warning: Smut.

We walk back to our hotel, hand in hand, my head resting on Phil's shoulder and my eyes looking up at the full moon shining above the old fashioned buildings of Paris.

There's something about tonight that makes me feel warm inside (and no, it's not the wine), the whole world could end right now and I wouldn't be bothered, I am with the man I love, and nothing could change that.

I kick my shoes off and lay down perpendicularly on the king size bed, with my legs hanging from the edge of the mattress and let go a tired sigh. It had been a long day, we walked so much!

Phil lays down beside me in the exact same position as I am.

-Not sure I would spend the whole night like this. He jokes before rolling on his right side to face me, his face not even an inch away from mine. But I know a great way to pass time before we go to sleep...

His offer is accompanied by a hand slowly slipping under my skirt and caressing my inner thighs. I quickly get out of reach, now standing on my knees and smiling teasingly.

-No sir, we have to wait until the wedding night, or we will go to hell!

-Too late, the damage is already done, let's enjoy the time we have left!

He sits up and passes his arms around my back to unzip my dress, wich I have to stand up to take off completely, right before he pulls me back to him, kissing the skin above my panties and pulling them down at the same time.

He lays me down as I was before and gets on the floor in front of me, parts my legs and kisses my thighs all the way up to my most private parts. Phil seems to have no difficulty finding my clit, given the way he starts sucking on it and... Oh, wait, I think I can feel his lips rising into naughty grin, yeah, I can totally imagine it: Half way between a duck face and a real smile. Just as I thought it couldn't get any better, he inserts a finger in my wet entrance, going back and forth way too slowly, just enough to keep me craving more.

-Phil, wait! I gasp.

-Did I do something wrong? He asks once he pulled his face away from me.

-No, it's just that I want you all. I request.

-You won't have to ask twice!

He stands on his feet and I retreat to the pile of pillows on the bedhead to get a better view of the hump created by his hard-on. To my pleasure, he undoes his belt buckle, puts his trousers down and reveals his lack of underwear.

He lays on top of me and I quickly take off his shirt and squeeze my legs around his waist as he starts to push inside of me, starting with a slow pace, then speeding up, reaching a bit deeper every time.

Soon enough, spasms start to shake my lower stomach as I reach my orgasm, shortly followed by Phil's, leaving us both panting like race horses.

He reaches for my left hand and starts playing with the ring he offered me.

-Can't wait to give you the wedding one. What about just before the new album comes out, so the first leg of the tour could be our honeymoon?

-Yeah, that's good, it will probably not take much longer than Pyromania, so in something like a year?

-Yes, if everything goes well...

#Phil collen x reader #Fanfiction #phil collen #def leppard

[elliotts-personal-property]

Hey y’all how would we feel about getting a Joe one shot??

I have an idea in mind because I was listening to this song I love and like that… BAM inspiration hit me.

I’ve never posted any of my writing on here so that’s a bit scary but… if y’all are interested I will.

#i have a little over a thousand words writen so far #but right now it’s also a VERY rough draft #so it won’t be posted immediately bc i need it to be good✋ #my debut as a writer on here is terrifying to say the least😭 #def leppard fanfiction #joe elliott x reader #joe elliott fanfiction #joe elliott #def leppard #kris’ writing #kris’ one shots #kris’ fan fiction

[i-love-def-leppard]

I Wanna Touch You (Joe Elliott x Reader) - Part 2 🔥

A/N: At last…Part 2 is finally here!!! Here is the link to Part 1 if you haven’t read it yet or would like to reread :) I apologize again for taking forever to publish this part of the one-shot. Most of you have heard I’ve been super busy recently, experiencing some writers block, and accidentally deleting HALF of the story when I was almost finished *sigh.* Please keep in mind that this is my first time writing smut so please bear with me for this one. I promise I will get better with some time! Anyways, I’ll shut up now and let you get to reading!! I hope you enjoy!! ♥️

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WARNING: detailed smut ahead ‼️

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1983 Pyromania Tour - backstage

After what felt like forever, the boys were finally done their set.

You see Joe quickly making his towards you at the side of the stage where he left you standing in demand, seconds before he walked on.

He quickly tosses his microphone to his roadie, taking the final steps to meet your figure.

“Fucking finallyyy.” Joe exhales as he grabs his hands towards you.

He waists no time, pulling you into him by your waist, placing hungry kisses to your lips. He kisses the corner of your mouth, slowly moving downwards to plant sloppy kisses along your jaw.

Softly moaning at his touch, you bring your hands up to lightly tug at his hair, sweaty from what felt like the longest gig ever.

“Mmm, Joe” you moan into his ear.

As soon as the noise leaves your mouth, your eyes grow wide, quickly remembering that you are still surrounded by many members of the band and their crew.

Shit.

“Gonna give us a free show, eh?” Phil laughs as you look up and see the rest of the band standing right there.

“In your dreams, Collen.” Joe shoots back after he reluctantly pulls his lips off your neck. “C’mon, love. Let’s go somewhere where we have some more privacy, hmm?”

“Yes, I’d like thatt. Lead the way, baby…bye boys!” you giddily respond. Joe adding to the humor by jokingly flipping them off.

After earning gross looks from the rest of the band, Joe grabs you by the wrist and pulls you into the direction of his dressing room.

“NO SHAGGING IN MY ROOM! GOT IT!?” you hear Sav yell from behind you. Flashbacks quickly flood your memory, remembering the time you both mistook his dressing room for Joe’s resulting in…

Well, let’s just say, Sav was rather traumatized.

With this, you and Joe can’t help but let out childlike giggles as you make your way to his room, knowing how much you’ve grossed out the rest of the band.

When you finally reach Joe’s dressing room, the laughing mood between you both changes in an instant.

Joe kicks open the door, quickly locking it behind him, immediately pinning you up against it.

Your lips hungrily attach to one another like magnets. You felt like you have already waited too long for him, so you pick up the pace by parting your lips, letting Joe’s tongue explore your mouth.

Wow. He is such a good kisser. I could come undone right now.

Your hands tug at his hair while his squeeze at your breasts, skillfully making their way down down to your ass.

“Damn, Y/N. All I could think about during the set was you and ripping this perfect little outfit off.”

Joe says, gasping for air against your mouth as both of your hands desperately roam one another, starved all night to touch.

“Please, Joe. I can’t wait any longer. I need more.” you desperately plead into his ear, reaching for his belt.

“Don’t worry, love. I’ll take good care of ya.”

He replies as you feel him reach down in between your thighs, slowly pushing them apart so he can fit his hand in between.

“Fuck. I forgot you weren’t wearing anything under this skirt.”

“You are such a fucking tease, you know that?” he growls into your ear as you start to feel him rub his long fingers through your slick folds.

“Ohh, Joe.” you whine at the sudden attention to your clit.

“So wet for me already, baby?” he praises you as he forces your chin up with his free hand. You are now forced to look deep into his darkened eyes.

“You look so pretty right now. Goddd- I’m so lucky.” Joe says in admiration, right before he pushes two of his long fingers into your entrance.

“Ohh, fuck! Feels so good!” you moan into his mouth. His lips sloppily cover yours, muffling the rest of the sounds trying to escape your lungs.

Knowing you want to feel more, Joe picks up the pace of his fingers. You can’t help but to grind your hips against his palm and the prominent bulge in his leather pants, looking for as much friction as possible. This earns a deep groan to escape his throat.

“Feel good, hm? Shit- I can’t wait to get inside of you.” he pants, already out of breath as he watches you fall apart for him.

Coming close to your fast release and your legs threatening to collapse, your heart rate increases and your moans get louder.

Your boyfriend knew all the tell-tale signs your body makes before an orgasm, but you can’t help but remind him.

“Joe- I can’t last much longer” you moan into his mouth.

With this confession, Joe quickly pulls his fingers out of you causing a loud whine to escape your mouth from the sudden lack of contact.

You are left standing against the door, your face flustered red, as you watch your boyfriend’s lips curve upwards into a grin inches away from you.

“What the hell? I was so close! Why’d you stop?” you whine as you watch him raise his middle two fingers to his face.

Your jaw drops as you watch him push those two slick-covered fingers into his mouth, sucking your juices clean off.

Fuckk. That was so hot.

“You taste so good, love” he smirks. “You thought you could just tease me earlier without receiving any consequences? Tsk- now you know how it feels, hm?” he playfully taunts you.

“Please, Joe. This is torturee. I need to cum.” you beg.

“Hm- alright, love. I’ll let you off easy this time, but only because you asked so nicely.” He replies, not being able to tease you any longer.

He too was getting increasingly desperate for some relief.

You attack each other’s bodies again trying to get as much clothing off as possible.

“Fuck, Y/N. As sexy as these tits look in this top, they’ll look even better with it off.” he says ripping it off of you and throwing it to the ground.

“And fuck it-. You’re leaving this dirty little skirt on. I wanna watch you get fucked with it on” he growls into your ear.

Whimpering at his filthy words, you go straight to pulling his Union Jack shirt up and off his head. You throw it to the side. Then, you grab his handcuff belt, working on getting that undone.

As you work on his belt, Joe attacks your neck with his mouth like his life depends on it.

There will definitely be marks later.

Hooking your long nails into the waistband of his underwear and leather pants, you lower them down both at once. Joe steps out of them, exposing what you have been waiting for all night.

“Shit, Joe.” you admire, sucking in the breath of air you forgot to breathe due to the sight before you.

No matter how many times you’ve seen your boyfriend naked, he never fails to impress you with his size.

“Like what ya see?” he proudly questions.

“Mmhmm, yes. Anddd…I’m gonna prove it.” you purr against his lips.

Suddenly taken over by a dominant urge, you place your hands on his chest, gently pushing him back onto the couch behind him.

He lays completely undressed with his back lying flat against the cool leather material. Just the position you want him in.

“Wow, Y/N/N. I could cum right now, just from looking at you.” He says admiring you through the top of his eyelids as you stand over him, ready to pounce.

His words are all it takes for you to throw your legs over his, straddling your entrance just over his twitching cock.

Before you allow yourself to sink down on him, you bring your face to his saying, “I love you, Joe,” softly kissing his lips.

“I love you too, Y/N. So much.” he wholeheartedly says right before sucking in a sharp breath, failing to notice your sneaky hand traveling down in between your bodies to stroke his aching cock.

“Fuuucckkk-” he moans with relief.

With this relieving sensation, Joe is now the one falling apart for you.

After a few pumps, you rub the tip of his cock in between your folds, collecting as much wetness as possible before slowly sinking down on him.

“God, you feel so good.” Joe grunts into your ear.

You quickly both gain a steady rhythm that pleases the both of you.

“Mmmphh-” you loudly moan, adjusting to his size.

Joe’s hips buck up into your g-spot with hard thrusts, adding to your pleasure as you ride him with all of your energy.

Palming your hands on his chest, your hands can’t help sometimes trail downwards, tracing the patch of hair leading down to his shaft.

Your hands grip his shoulders for support, in fear you may already collapse.

“These perfect tits. Damn-”Joe swallows heavily while he massages them with both hands.

Throughout, Joe’s hands switch from playing with your tits to hardly gripping your waist. He pulls you down further onto his dick, grinding against each other with great force.

“Ahh- baby you take me so well.” Joe praises you.

You start rolling your hips in a circular motion, knowing that this is what throws Joe right over the edge.

“Christ, Y/N, you’re so fucking goo-.” Joe moans as his sentences become slurred due to intense sensations of pleasure.

The slick sounds of his dick pounding into you echoes throughout the room.

“That’s it, baby. Right there. Ah-” he cries.

“S’close- Ohhh my god, Joe!” you scream, not caring if the people on the outside hear you both.

Oh, they can definitely hear us right now.

You notice Joe’s abs flexing more and more, realizing he is getting close too.

“Fuck, Y/N. I don’t think I’ll be able to last any longer with you. I’m about to cum.” he gasps into your mouth as you lean down to kiss him.

“Don’t fucking stop, baby.” he begs on the edge.

“C’mon baby. Cum for me.” panting as you struggle to kiss him back. The feeling of your oncoming orgasm getting increasingly more intense.

“Ohhh. Fucking hell-. Mmmphh. Baby, I’m cumming.” he deeply whines, echoing off the walls.

Thrusting down onto him one more time, you watch as his face contorts in ecstasy, body trembling at the sensation.

“OHHH, Y/N! Ah, fuck- fuckkk!” he deeply moans as his load fills up your insides. His hips continue to thrust up and into your soaked entrance, mindful of making sure you finish at the same time.

You sneak your hand down to rub at your clit, causing the well-known sensation to bubble down low in your stomach.

Immediately after Joe, you cum. And -shit- you cum hard.

“OHH!! Joe, mmphh. Fucking hell-” you scream at the top of your lungs as your body completely weakens and shakes from your orgasm.

The hand giving attention to your clit drops to your side in weakness, giving Joe the opportunity to take over the motion, helping your ride out your high.

“There you go, baby.” he says sweetly, watching your body shake and collapse on his chest. Your face now resting in the crook of his neck.

Shortly after, he slowly pulls out of you causing the familiar warm sensation to creep down your legs.

You both lay there for a minute or two, allowing yourselves to come down from your high. The smell of sex fills the room.

“Wow. That was so fucking hot, Y/N.” he says, catching his breath. “You did so good for me, love.”

Unable to form a proper response at the moment, you just tilt your head up to his, planting a sweet kiss to his lips.

“I love you, Y/N.” he says.

“I love you too, Joe. You have no idea-” you reply lifting your head to look into his eyes.

He laughs saying, “Oh, but I dooo. You proved yourself pretty well just now, love.” he smirks as he gently squeezes your hip in a teasing manner.

Giggling, you can’t help the pink shade that rises to your cheeks created by a mix of pride and slight embarrassment at your performance just moments ago.

“Sooo…what do ya say-? Round two when we get back to the hotel?” Joe asks.

“Oh, definitelyyy.”

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[defleppardfan1]

Opening up requests for any member of Def Leppard x Reader. Just send me an ask and I’ll try and get it done as soon as possible 💖💖

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[littlemissheavenonearth]

The Dancer and the Rockstar Pt. 2 {Joe Elliott x reader}

Part 2!!! I really hope y'all like this!!!!

Y/N was dancing yet again, it’s like she’s got nothing else to do. Every time she dances, she imagines that her best friend is watching her. 

“I wish you were here.” She whispered. She wanted to dance with him, just like she used to. They would dance together, he would sing to her, but he never acknowledged the fact that he could sing. 

She met the boy in September of 1964, in kindergarten. It was a casual day, they were learning about numbers. Their teacher told them that they had to have a partner for this, “Y/N, you will be paired with him.” Her kindergarten teacher said, pointing to the boy. The dancer nodded and went to sit next to him.

“What’s your name?” The boy turned to her and asked.

“I’m Y/N! What’s your name?” The girl asked.

“Joe!” The little Joe responded, “What’s your favorite thing to do?”

“Dance,” Y/N giggled. “You?”

“Music!!” Yeah, ever since he was a little boy, that's what he wanted to do, music. 

Later that day, the girl decided to show Lia some of the pictures. Y/N looked at the very first picture that was ever taken of the two of them, Joe was hugging her and she was smiling from ear to ear. 

“This was taken, I think, early October of 1964.” The dancer explained. 

“You two are adorable,” Lia smiled.

“And this one,” The girl picked up another photo, “Was a picture of our first playdate a little while later.” 

“What did you gusy do during the playdates?” Lia asked.

“Well, I’d dance to a rock song and he’d sing along or do air guitar. That’s mostly what we did.”

“Do you have any recent photos?” 

“Yeah,” Y/N dug through the pile of pictures, “This was the very last picture taken of the two of us together in fifth grade.”

“Wait, can I see the photo for a moment?” 

“Yeah, sure, why?” 

Lia studied the photo closely, “I think I know your best friend. What’s his full name?”

“Joseph Thomas Elliott Jr.” 

“Joe Elliott?”

“Well that’s what he would call himself, yeah.”

“Sweetie, I think I know how you can see your bestfriend again.” Y/N’s head shot up, there was a kind of excitement in her eyes.

“How?” 

“Well, honey, there is this band. Def Leppard.” Lia began, the girl nodded, “The lead singer’s name is Joe Elliott and he looks a whole lot like your best friend.”

“Can we go to their concert?” Y/N asked.

“Of course we can!” Lia grinned and the girl jumped up with excitement.

It was announced that the band would be coming back to Sheffield for two nights, so of course, Lia and Y/N bought tickets.

It was the night of the concert and the girls were getting ready. 

“Should I wear this shirt?” Y/N held up a white crop top, “Or this red one?”

Lia thought for a moment, “Maybe red would look good on you,” the dancer nodded and put on a cute outfit. She was wearing a red crop top with blue ripped jeans. Her hair was long and teased. She had very little makeup on, so maybe Joe would recognize her. 

“This is going to be interesting, I get to see my best friend after eleven years. I’m kind of scared that he won’t recognize me,” Y/N’s nervousness reflected into her words.

“I’ve never seen anyone nervous about going to a concert,” Y/N glared at Lia, “Sorry, honey. You are going to be fine. If he doesn’t recognize you, then ignore him.”

The girls got into the car and played some Def Leppard, “Is that him singing?” Y/N asked.

“Yes, isn’t he great?” 

“Yeah,” the dancer remembered all those times that Joe would sing to her, he always had a powerful voice in her opinion. She’d give anything for Joe to sing to her, just her.

When they arrived at the venue, there were girls, lots of them. They were pretty too.

“Hey, I’m going to kick Joe’s ass if he tries to hurt you ok? You are the most beautiful girl here and he doesn’t see that, well fuck him.” Lia’s words always seemed to make Y/N feel better.

It was around 8:00 pm when the show started, the last person to walk on that stage was Joe. The girl watched her best friend sing, he had an amazing stage presence. 

“SHEFFIELD WE ARE BACK!!!” Joe yelled into the microphone. The crowd cheered and the front man looked around the crowd. His eyes landed on Y/N, she noticed of course and smiled at him, then she mouthed the words, “I miss you,”. Joe winked and nodded. It was amazing to the girl how his eyes just happened to land on her. Did he recoginize her? What did he think she mouthed to him? 

“Can we stay a little longer after the show?” Y/N questioned.

“Of course,” Lia yelled over the loud music and then went back to enjoying it, and so did Y/N. 

The show ended around 9:45 - 10:00, Lia and Y/N waited for the band to come out. They came out with their instruments one by one.

The first was a shorter boy, he had straight-ish brown hair and he seemed to be carrying a guitar case. Next, was a boy with long, curly, brown hair, who was also carrying a guitar case. Then, it was yet another guitarist, but this time he had shoulder length, blonde hair. Then, it was the drummer, he had curly brown hair and seemed to be the youngest of the band. Last, but certainly not least in Y/N’s eyes, was Joe. 

When he walked out onto the general admission area, his head immediately turned to the girl. There was a kind of glow in his eyes and then his lips moved, “Y/N….”.

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[i-dont-want-your-hysteria]

Oops (Joe x Reader)

(I genuinely didn't think I started this that long ago, but I started this at the end of 2020 and it sat for a long time until I finished it last fall. Oh dear... a long time to wait for a dumb little hurt/comfort)

Words: 1,464

Prompt: 1984, Dublin. You're part of the DL entourage that's playing some scrimmage football matches with a local band. You end up on the opposing team, causing some accidental consequences...

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Disorient and a sharp, throbbing pain were the only things you could feel. While you heard other people surrounding you- urgently trying to talk to you- all you could think to do was press your hands over your right eye, writhe, moan, and wait for the pain to subside.

"Hey, hey-" Mike's voice indicated he was kneeling by you on your left, "Easy now, how bad does it hurt?"

Joe was the next voice you heard as you felt him collapse to your right, "Fuck, Y/n! Oh my god, I'm so sorry!"

"Is she alright?" Mutt sounded like he was running to your location.

You were still focused on what Mike asked, and you groaned angrily at him, "Uggh- fuck...!"

"Shit!" Joe cursed again, "I'm sorry Y/n, it was an accident, I swear!"

"I knoooow-!" you growled at him. Not wanting to sound angry at him was your goal, but the sudden shock of the injury kicked your adrenaline up.

"Lemme see, can I see?" Mike tenderly touched one of your wrists. He let his other hand rest on your shoulder to keep you still.

Everyone now sounded like they were surrounding you; the rest of the band, the band's extended friend group, and even the opposite team. The game had obviously been put on pause the second you fell to the grass.

"What happened?" Phil had finally reached the scene of the action.

Joe immediately confessed, "My fuckin' elbow hit her- but I dunno how!"

You opened your healthy eye, and with a hiss, you allowed Mike to remove your stiff hold from your injured eye.

All those surrounding you hissed in return once the sight of your developing bruise was visible.

"Oh my god-" Joe's voice went higher and an intensely guilty frown piloted his facial expression.

Mutt noted, "That's only gonna get worse."

"Can you open it?" Mike asked.

"Nooo..." the whine was accompanied by you cautiously pressing a hand back to your injury, "I don't wanna try..."

Sav, who was nearby, turned on his heels and began to run towards the sidelines, "I'll grab some ice-"

"She's gonna have a shiner from that; we should probably get her to the hospital just to be safe- make sure nothin' broken," Phil was crouching down while warning them.

"I'll drive," Joe wasted no time to volunteer himself, "It's my fault she's hurt."

Mike stepped up also, "You're not going alone- someone's gotta be there in case she kills you."

"Yeah, she'll do it with one eye closed, too." Steve remarked. You wanted to laugh,  but found it hard to show anything other than pain.

"How bad is it, Y/n?" Rick was directly at your feet in front of you. He held up a few of his digits, "How many fingers?"

"Four," you grimaced.

"Well, she's not THAT bad."

"Y/n, I'm so sorry-" Joe helped you sit up with great caution- as if he were terrified of injuring you again, "I'm so sorry- I don't know how it happened! One second we were fightin' for the ball and the next-"

"Ughh just shut up, Joe!" you snapped at him, the throbbing in your head getting the better of you, "I know you didn't mean it- can't you just let it go for now?!"

"Kind of hard to not feel guilty when your eye's turnin' into a grape right in front of me-!"

You took your right hand off your swelling eye, and fumbled around to find his shoulder. Your nails dug into him almost instantly when you snarled, "Just shut up-! Help me now and I'll kill you later!"

Joe hissed when your nails broke his skin, "Alright-! That sounds like a deal..."

***

Mike and Joe sat next to each other in the ER waiting room some time later. Each were looking down at their hands, but Joe was looking more at the contents he held in his hands. Every flower and half-wilted flower in the bouquet he grasped nervously glared up at him, mimicking his anxiety and remorse.

"I elbowed Y/n in the eye." he declared to no one in a tone of unfortunate acceptance, "I gave my sweetest and most tender friend a black eye."

"C'mon, Joe," Mike tried to cheer him with a little sarcasm, "Do you really think she's still your friend?"

The singer looked up at him with guilty horror lacing his eyes. 

"I'm kidding!" Mike assured him with a chuckle, "But seriously, you're gonna have to get more than flowers for her if you think you can patch this up with a present or two."

Joe gazed back downwards at his bouquet like a lost puppy, "Don't rub it in. It was an accident- and I'm STILL not sure how it happened!"

"I briefly saw it, actually. You were both scramblin' for the ball, Y/n slipped, and at the same time you were 'tryna nudge her away with your elbow, you just so happened to catch her eye while she fell."

Joe let his head hang in shame. 

"It was a one in a million accident, mate" Mike patted his back, "I'm sure she understands. In fact, she does, and she already told you so. So there shouldn't be any hard feelings."

"I'll believe that when she proves it."

Just then, a nurse approached the pair of them, "Y/n said she'd like to see 'The King of Offensive Offense'?"

Joe sighed, standing up with his head still lowered, "That would be me."

***

The nurse opened the door, and your head lifted up to see Joe walk in with a bouquet in both hands. He was reluctant to look at you, but after a brief lingering second, he lifted his head. For an instant, you saw his guilty green puppy eyes staring up at you.

Immediately, however, he let out a short cackle and covered his mouth right away. 

You just stared at him with disappointment, arms crossed. The eyepatch on your face limited the invisible pain you wanted to send to him. 

"I'm sorry-" Joe tried to mitigate his laughter and failed, "I wasn't expecting the-"

Instead of saying anything or smacking him like you wanted to, you simply lifted up your eyepatch. That seemed to shut his happy ass up.

"...eyepatch," he gasped with his now-fallen face. He stared in horror at the large, purple, swollen mess over your eyelids. 

He watched you stare at him with intense contempt, and saw your face slowly contort as you began to cry.

"No, no-!" he panicked and rushed to your side, tossing the flowers aside in the process, "No, don't cry, Y/n!"

Taking you in a side hug, he kept sputtering off as his own voice cracked, "Please don't cry-! I didn't mean to hurt you- I swear I didn't- and I'm so fucking sorry this happened-! I'll do anything I can to make it up to you, I'll do anything to..."

Joe lost his train of thought, as he noticed something different about you; your "crying" had turned into laughter. He broke the hug and watched you cackle to yourself, black eye and all. 

"I'm sorry-" you laughed to him, "I just had to make you feel a little worse!"

He only sighed with relief and put his face in his hands, "Yeah, okay... I definitely deserved that."

"I know it was an accident, hun," you patted his shoulder, "But I'm never playing football with you again."

"You're really good, you know."

"At football?"

"No," he shook his head, "At acting. You almost had me cryin', too."

"That was the point." 

"I know, I know, I deserved it," he nervously rubbed the back of his head, "But are you okay, though? Is anything wrong with your eye?"

You gently smiled and shook your head, "No, everything's alright, miraculously. You get to live another day."

He sighed in great relief, "Oh thank god- I mean that you're alright- not that... you're not gonna murder me for this."

"Get my other eye and maybe I will."

Joe picked up the bouquet he'd carried in and handed it to you once more. You took it this time and squinted down at the blossoms in it, then squinted up at him.

"Of course you picked these flowers."

"What makes you say that?" his head innocently tilted.

You deadpanned to him, "...I'm allergic to these."

He gasped and snatched them away from you, "Fucking- are you serious!?"

You began cackling this time, "I'm kidding! I just love messin' with you. Give em here."

Joe hung his head and outstretched the bundle of flowers again, "Oh boy, I'm in for a long guilt trip, aren't I?"

Taking the flowers and holding them under your chin, you grinned from under your eyepatch, "Yes, yes you are."

#lexi this was def inspired by your fic about reo constantly getting hurt while playing basketball LOL #rockfic is down so i can't find the name but yall know what i'm talking about #definitely took some stuff from himym when lily got stabbed esorfnerwoifnergag #def leppard #def leppard fanfic #original content #def leppard x reader #joe elliott x reader #literally the only inspo for this piece apart from lexi's fic was ''lol joe accidentally gives reader a black eye''

[friccinfricks]

Joe Elliott x Reader: penpals edition, pt 2

WARNING: SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT

SUPER DIRTY, DELINQUENT SMUT

MINORS DNI, 18+ EXCLUSIVE

nsfw content warning: (relatively) light bdsm, overall rough sex

- “oh… oh my god.”

- you’ve checked in early and made a mental note of the amenities in the hotel, particularly the spacious bathtub with jets.

- after the night you’re planning to have, you’ll definitely be looking forward to a hot bath. you hope so, at least

- the king sized bed sat across from a closet, which had sliding doors that also functioned as a mirror. you couldn’t help but smile when you saw yourself, completely in black, your skirt riding up and the buttons on your blouse clinging for dear life.

- you assured yourself, yes, tonight would be memorable in all the right ways.

- you also took note of the two silky white bathrobes that hung on the bathroom door. you wondered if you should change into one now, but after another once over, concluded that no, if you wanted the night ahead of you to be rough, it would be best to dress the part.

- sex with Joe wasn’t always rough, in fact it could be quite intimate and gentle, but lately you’d both been craving something animalistic.

- in the letters you’d written to each other, Joe detailed his hunger to you

- how badly he wanted to dig his hands into your hips as he fucked the living hell out of you.

- to hold you down and-

- just drill into you.

- you told him how much you ached for his touch, how badly you needed to feel him.

- you both thought about it constantly.

- you could already feel heat rise to your cheeks as you thought about those letters, previous nights, and the night that was right in front of you.

- you sighed and reached into your duffle bag, pulling out a book as you waited.

- and waited.

- and waited.

- and then you heard it, the sound of the lock turning, the flip of the light switch to the entry light. the shuffling of shoes and bags

- he did a double take when he saw you, curled on top of the duvet, book in hand. you made eye contact, an absolute shit eating grin on your face.

- “oh… oh my god.” he said it so softly, you weren’t even sure you heard him correctly.

- “Y/N!” he nearly shouted, dropping his bags and running towards you as you got up from the bed.

- “Joey!” he embraced you tightly, his hair and skin still slightly damp from the post-show shower.

- “How are you here?” he asked, just before he kissed you tenderly.

- “It’s… a lo…ng story.” you mustered between drawn out, increasingly wet and intense kisses.

- “I’m so happy you’re here.” he said softly. you felt him smirking against your lips, before he nipped at your bottom one and moved his hand from your lower back to your ass, quickly massaging it before giving it a brisk smack

- you leaned further into him, hissing air through your teeth, but humming satisfactorily as you felt him massage the spot again.

- before you could protest, Joe picked you up from your waist and tossed you on the bed.

- he climbed on top of you, purposefully placing one of his knees between your thighs.

- he sucked on your lip and moved down to your neck, clinging onto any skin he could.

- fuck, you’d missed this.

- suddenly, he stopped, pulled back and said, “Ah, love, I’m so sorry. I’ve needed to pee since before I got here.”

- you chuckled as you sat up, “go on, then.”

- “right. sit right there. and you know what?” he paused, leaned in and whispered in your ear. “I know you’re wet. why don’t you get us started?”

- he kissed your cheek and hopped off of you, quickly retreating to the bathroom. after a few minutes, you heard the faucet start and stop, the lock click, and he emerged.

- in his hand he held both of the belts to the silk robes, a smirk spreading across his face when your eyes met his.

- his eyes alone ravaged your body, taking in the sight of you leaning against the pillows with a hand tucked under your skirt, teasing your own entrance and clit.

- you sucked in a breath of air when he came back out, wearing only his boxers, with a very obvious outline of his raging erection.

- “Oh baby, do not expect to be let off easy tonight. not when you’ve shown up dressed in this.”

- you whimpered as he moved in on you, grabbing your wrist before replacing your fingers with his, and bringing your hand to his mouth. he gently sucked on them, closing his eyes in a tiny expression of ecstasy.

- “mmm, no panties?”

- “fuck” you whispered, ignoring his question as his index finger circled your entrance.

- “hmm? what’s that?”

- “I said fuck.”

- “Oh, I could have sworn you said, ‘please, fuck me like a slut.’”

- “That’s what I meant.”

- he smiled at you, before inserting a finger inside of you.

- he pumped it quickly, then added a second.

- by this point, you’re instinctively squeezing around his fingers, gripping the sheets around you and trying your best to stay quiet.

- “honey, did you bring your…?”

- your vibrator. you did, it’s sitting in your bag at the foot of the bed, but your ability to say all of that is highly impaired.

- you nod your head.

- “You did? where is it?”

- “it’s… it’s ov-”

- “words baby, use your words.” he says, feigning ignorance as he continuously curls his fingers up into your g-spot.

- “it’s over there, in my bag.”

- “thank you, love.”

- he pulls his fingers out and instead shoves them in your mouth this time. you make a small, muffled gasp as you taste yourself.

- “turn around, please.”

- “what?”

- “around. now.”

- he slides off of you and the bed as you sit up further and turn around, resting on your knees.

- he helps you slip your blouse off, soon followed by your skirt.

- another brisk smack against your ass.

- “hands.”

- you slowly place your hands behind your back, and are immediately met with the cold touch of silk being wrapped around your wrists, then tied exceptionally tightly.

- not that you have any desire to escape, you instinctively start to struggle once you feel the knot secured.

- “tsk tsk tsk. you’re not getting out this time.”

- you sighed as you felt his warm hands move your hair away from your neck

- he placed a soft kiss and reminded you, “just tell me if you need me to stop, okay? if it’s too much just tell me.”

- you nodded, he kissed your neck again, and muttered, “good.”

- you then felt the second silk belt wrap around your head and your eyes, looping twice to ensure its placement

- you felt Joe’s hands guide your shoulders to turn you back around and lean you into the pillows

- he kissed your cheek and whispered, “be a good girl and sit still for me, hmm?”

- you nodded

- “words.”

- “yes.”

- “yes what?”

- “yes sir.”

- a second kiss on the cheek

- you felt him walk away and soon heard him rummaging through your bag

- “oh, you dirty girl.”

- the vibrator started buzzing.

- you felt the bed shift as he sat down on it, he smacked the side of your thigh harshly.

- “go on, open up.”

- you listened and quickly parted your legs

- you didn’t last long.

- after just minutes you were squirming under his touch as he increased the intensity, pressing harder into your clit, arching your back when he added a surprise finger

- Joe loved making you shake like this, he found so much satisfaction in watching you unravel at his fingertips

- before long, you were softly whimpering, “Joe, please. I’m close”

- as soon as he heard this, he immediately turned off the vibrator and removed his fingers

- “what the fuck?!”

- he tossed the vibrator aside and shoved his fingers in your mouth again,

- “it’s my turn.”

- “your turn?” you mumbled against his finger tips

- “mhm.” he took them out of your mouth and took off the blindfold

- “hello again, sunshine.” he said softly, smiling

- “hello my dear.”

- he grabbed your hips and moved you further down on the bed, lifting them slightly as he aligned your entrance with the tip of his cock

- he leaned in and thrust his hips forward slightly, entering

- you both hitched your breath as he sank into you

- “shit, you’re so fucking tight.”

- “no, you’re so fucking big.”

- you both chuckled.

- “we’ll call it even, then.”

- after that, it was intense, hot, and fiery.

- he moved you into all sorts of positions,

- while in doggy, he turned you around to make you face the mirror so that you could watch him pound into you.

- during the transition from doggy to putting you on top of him, he removed your silky bonds so that you could hold onto his shoulders

- neither one of you could have said how long he’d been plowing into you, but you’d finished on his cock twice before you felt his hips start to stutter from beneath you

- “Y/N, I’m gonna cum. oh my god, I am going to fucking fill you to the brim.” he said through gritted teeth as he looked up at you

- you nodded and said, “do it.”

- immediately after you felt him finish twitching inside of you, you slid off and collapsed next to him

- in the dim lighting you watched the outline of his chest move up and down with each breath, yours doing the same

- he turned his head to smile at you, “thank you, my dear.”

- you laughed and said, “the pleasure is all mine.”

- he kissed your forehead and sat up, his smile disappearing when he noticed your neck

- “what’s wrong?”

- “um… do you have a problem with wearing turtlenecks everyday to work for a few days…?”

- your smile grew larger as you watched a blush run across his cheeks

- “no, not even a little bit.”

- “good.” his smile returned.

- soon after, he insisted on carrying you to the bathroom so that you could clean up and take a warm bath together

- you sighed contently as you leaned against his chest, your head fitting perfectly against his shoulder.

- “so, tell me about your trip.”

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