#joe elliott x reader

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ello!! can you write an joe x reader fanfic where he meets rick savage's best friend and he feels an instant attraction to her?

thanks !

Here it is! This prompt has been on my mind constantly. I got a bit carried away and I will probably end up making a part two for this. Thanks for the request!

Love at First Sight, Lady Strange

word count: 3064

One day, while checking the mail, you noticed a letter from your childhood best friend, Rick Savage. You and Sav met in primary school and have been inseparable ever since. He was like a brother to you. During high school, you didn’t see him as frequently since you moved a bit too far away, and he started his band, Def Leppard. A few years later, the Lepps were touring the world, and you didn’t visit or hear much from him anymore, aside from the occasional letter.

Sav’s most recent letter informed you that he was back in Sheffield at his childhood home with the rest of his band. He wanted you to meet them and watch them play a few songs from their album, High 'N' Dry. He said to drop by any time. You were ecstatic! You were not only excited to see your best friend again but also to meet his band. You couldn’t believe that, despite how close you were, you never met the band. He was a very busy guy.

So that’s what led you to Sav’s doorstep later that very day you received the letter. You wore a form-fitting red shirt, small red running shorts to match, and white tennis shoes. Your hair was styled big and fluffy, similar to Sav’s. Quickly fixing a few pieces of your hair, you stood on his front porch after knocking. Almost a second later, the door flung open, and you were greeted by Sav and two unfamiliar faces.

“SAVVY!” You exclaimed and immediately went to hug him. He did the same. You paid no mind to the two guys next to him, who were now giggling.

“Sav, who is this? Your secret girlfriend? She’s certainly hot enough to be a rockstar’s girlfriend,” A guy with fluffy, shoulder-length brown hair asked in a teasing way. You and Sav both scrunched up your faces and shook your heads in sync.

“No! This is my childhood best friend, Y/N. I knew her long before I knew any of you, but our lives got busy and she moved away, so I couldn’t introduce you all.” He explained, looking at you.

“Yeah, I'm Y/N. I assume you’re Sav’s bandmates?” You smiled.

“Yeah, I’m Joe,” the brunette with longer hair explained, “and I’m Rick,” the guy with shorter brown hair chimed in. Before you could make a joke about two Ricks being in the band and anyone could say anything else, a loud electric noise ripped through the air, followed by some more. Somebody was playing guitar in the house.

“That’s Phil and Steve; let’s go in so I can introduce you!” Sav said excitedly and disappeared out of the doorway, leaving you, Joe, and Rick standing there. You all exchanged smiles and followed him a moment later. Joe's eyes seemed to linger, but you didn’t pay it any mind.

In the living room, there were two blonde men with guitars. They stopped playing when the rest of the group walked in.

“Woah, who’s that chick?” Said the shorter man, looking at you.

“This is my best friend, Y/N. A while ago, I invited her to come meet the band and hear us play.” Sav smiled, and so did you.

“Well, we’ve been playing for a while—why don’t we have a short break and make lunch before we play for Y/N? We need to decide on some songs too.” Sav proposed. Everyone thought it was a great idea, and the guys started scheming and giggling amongst themselves about what they should play. All of the guys were eyeing you.

"So, Y/N, what do you want to eat? I’m quite the cook, remember?” Sav smiled.

“Aw, there’s six of us here. If you start cooking, we’ll be in the kitchen all day! Let’s just make sandwiches. I’ll help you!” You said. The rest of the guys besides Joe were all messing around with their instruments and not paying attention, so you and Sav looked at Joe.

“Okay, that sounds good. Hey Joe, since you’re not doing anything, do you want to help us? We can surprise the rest of the guys; they’re not paying any attention right now. Besides, you’re the face of the band, and I want Y/N to meet you. She’s actually not familiar with our music.” Sav laughed.

“Sure, okay. Wow, you’re really his best friend, but you've never listened to any of our music? We’re on the radio and MTV, you know!” Joe said teasingly. He was so surprised that Sav had such a beautiful best friend that he had never heard about. Joe was still checking you out—something about that little red shirt and shorts distracted him so much. He was now glad that he was asked to help cook. The three of you went to the kitchen, and Sav pulled out all the ingredients.

“I mean, I’ve heard Bringin' On The Heartbreak, but not much else!!! You guys sounded fantastic on that, by the way, and I love your video!” You said to Joe, who was now smiling.

“Aw, ok, good. You’re not completely lost. Did I not look good in that video?” He said confidently, putting his hands on his hips and doing his big smile again. Sav shook his head and went back to getting ingredients while you laughed.

“Yeah, everyone looked great. You have a good voice too, Joe. You definitely make a great frontman; I’m excited to hear some of your other songs!” You said, unaware that he was fishing for attention from you. He smiled when you gave him that attention. Joe was always a bit of a player, but he felt something different towards you. It was almost like a schoolboy crush. Usually, girls in the crowds at his shows would throw themselves at him — and he sure did love it — but there was something so enticing about a girl who barely knew about him or his band. He wanted to steal all her attention.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” Joe responded with a sly smile, and before he could say anything else, protective Sav chimed in.

“Hey, what are you doing calling her 'sweetheart?!?’ This is my childhood best friend, not some groupie you can seduce! You’re flirting with someone who is basically my sister, you know." This made you laugh. Sav truly was the protective older brother you never had.

“Savvy, it’s okay. I’m sure he’s just joking around.” You put a hand on Joe's shoulder as you said that. Oh, but he wasn’t joking. You put him in a trance from the first second he saw you. With every passing second, he wished more and more that Sav had introduced you earlier. Your fingers on his shoulder felt electrifying to him.

“Hm, so what’s up with that nickname? Savvy, are you sure she isn’t your secret girlfriend?” Joe teased getting back at Sav. 

"Oh, good grief. Joe, she has called me that since we were 5 years old. Help me make sandwiches, or get out! Plus, we need to decide what to play. Get over here.” Sav said with a laugh. Joe approached him, and they started whispering. You watched, and they would occasionally look over at you. This made you smile. You did not mind the eager attention from Joe. The truth was, while you were getting ready to come over, you turned on the TV and had MTV playing in the background. Their video for Bringin' On The Heartbreak played, and that was the first time you saw Joe. The band caught your attention, and you thought Joe looked so passionate in the video. You wanted to know more about him.

While you were getting lost in thought, Sav and Joe were picking some songs.

“I want her to hear Lady Strange. We’ve got to play that one.” Joe whispered to Sav. He was planning something that Sav didn’t pick up on.

“Alright, sure. I know the guys would be down for that. Let’s also do Heartbreak and Switch 625 so she can see how awesome Steve and Phil are.” Sav replied. They both nodded at each other and then waved you over to help finish making the sandwiches.

After lunch

“That was good; thank you. Y'know, you two ought to ditch music, take Y/N, and open a restaurant.” Phil joked with Sav and Joe. Everyone laughed, but it was filling Joe's head with all sorts of domestic images. You two in your house, making breakfast or lunch together, to then go eat in bed. 

“Slow down, Joe, what’s gotten into you?” He thought to himself. He had never felt so interested in somebody so suddenly. He was actually a little disappointed that he couldn’t talk to you alone or actually get to know you without being teased since the guys were around, and Sav was so protective.

“Nah, don’t ditch music! I saw your guys’ music video earlier; it was so good. I’m dying to hear you play.” You said, and Joe snapped out of his trance.

“Right, me and Sav came up with a list of things we’re going to play for you. Come here, everyone, but not Y/N! This is a secret.” Joe looked at you and laughed. You smiled back, and he swore he felt fireworks go off inside him. The guys huddled up and discussed what they’d play. First, Bringin' on the Heartbreak, then Switch 625, and finally Lady Strange. He chose that last one on purpose: if he couldn’t tell you how much you entranced him directly, he’d express it with a song. 

Once they decided on the order of songs, they all went back out to the living room and got their instruments and positions prepared. Joe had instructed them to stand in a way that would imitate their position on stage, to make it better for you to watch, and *totally* not have him in the front and closest to you. He dimmed the lights, and you pulled up a single chair and faced them excitedly.

“Do your best, boys!” You said happily, your elbows resting against your knees and your chin resting in your hands admiringly. Joe took this as a challenge and flashed you a smile, and after Rick clicked his drumsticks together four times, Steve and Phil took it away with their beautiful guitar harmony. A smile instantly lit up on your face — it was the song you heard earlier!

As the guitars mellowed out, Joe joined in with his passion-filled voice. He gave it his all, just like he’d do on stage. You stared in awe, not being able to take her eyes off Joe. Sav noticed and smiled to himself; he knew you were star struck. You were so focused on Joe, you didn’t even realize your best friend was smiling at you. Once the song finished up, Joe gave you another smile. You clapped and gave much praise.

“You like it, huh?” Joe said with a little flirt in his voice, flashed a huge smile, and held his hands on his hips proudly. He couldn’t stop smiling. 

“Yes, that was perfect! Your voice is amazing, Joe; you sound just like you did in the actual recording! That’s enough to convince me to listen more. Sav, I can’t believe you never told me about the band or mailed me your albums!!!” You exclaimed and gave Sav a pouty look. All the guys laughed and accepted your praise. Joe was so focused on your expression and knew you were just joking, but it drove him crazy. How in just a few hours did he become so crazy about you?

“Aw, thank you. I know you like my voice, but I don’t really sing in this next one, so I’ll just sit and watch with you. He quickly pulled up another chair and sat next to you before giving his bandmates an encouraging look.

“Blow her away, guys!” He said, and in an instant, the bass started up, the guitars following, and then the drums. This time, all your attention was on Steve. He ripped through those guitar solos like they were nothing and looked otherworldly while doing it. You weren’t as distracted by Steve as you were by Joe, and you looked over at Joe to see his expression. You thought, “He’s usually up on stage with these guys. I bet he doesn’t get to be their audience very often.” When you looked over, he wasn’t watching the guys at all. His eyes were fixed on your face, taking in all of your reactions. He was obsessed with the way you watched the band. Her stares made him feel more giddy than any groupie ever did. When your eyes met again, both of you blushed slightly and quickly returned your eyes to the guys in front of you. It was like a grade school crush; you both felt it. Everyone else was so focused on playing that they didn’t catch it. The room was too dark for anyone to notice your blushes, regardless.

Once the song was over, you clapped again. Joe followed suit. Even though they were his bandmates, they really did blow him away.

“You guys are so talented! Steve, you’re a guitar god!” You were so busy fangirling that you didn’t even think of the possibility of them playing one more, until Joe patted you on the back and stood up, stealing all of your attention away. He was good at that.

“You’re going to love this next one. It’ll be the last one, for now.” He smiled and got back to his microphone. Your excitement never wavered, and the feeling of his fingers trailing off your back lingered. It felt so soft and foreign. You almost felt nervous, in a good way.

Rick clicked his drumsticks together again, and those familiar guitar harmonies filled the room again. You sat in anticipation, dying for Joe to start singing. 

Eventually, he chimed in with his strong, passionate voice.

“I never needed love before till I met you, girl,” he sang. He had his eyes on her the whole time, and her eyes were on him.

“A girl like you I have never seen..." You were adding new meaning to this song for him. He thought he had it all figured out when he wrote it, but he has to seriously rethink it now. You made him feel something completely new.

“You came into my life like a whirlwind, girl,”

“You let me know what loving really means.” While he sang, he shifted around slightly, like he did on stage or in one of his music videos. He gave it his all — he knew you two only met a few hours ago, but he wanted to show you that he felt love at first sight.

The band went on, and you kept your eyes on Joe's passionate expression and rhythmic movements. Your eyes were wide and doe-like like you were spaced out. That couldn’t have been farther than reality, though; you gave him her undivided attention.

“So let me know what loving really means, woman, please,” he sang. The song was coming to an end.

“Lady Strange, Lady Strange, I need you.” “I want you. I need you, yeah.” He looked directly into your eyes, and by that point, you felt whatever he was feeling too. To you, it seemed so personal, like he did all that just for you. That is exactly what he intended, and you got the message loud and clear. Once the song finished, he smiled and hopped over closer to you.

“What’d ya think?” He said nonchalantly, trying to play off his passionate performance.

“That was beautiful! I don’t even know what to say..." she said. The other guys had noticed how speechless she was and how eager Joe seemed to talk to you.

“Chill out, Joe; don’t fluster her like that. You know she doesn’t really listen to rock 'n' roll; it's new to her! Let her process all that!” Phil joked. The guys laughed, even Sav.

“No, really, you guys were so good, I don’t have any words to describe it. Please play some shows in Sheffield! I’ll be there! Front row!” You jumped up and down in excitement. Joe wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer. To anyone else, this would’ve just been seen as typical Joe behavior or a playful gesture, but he couldn’t handle not being close to you for another second.

"Aw, look at that. We got the girl hooked on rock ‘n’ roll. How’s it feel?” Joe turned his head to you and asked.

You tilted your head towards the taller man and said, "Oh, come on! It’s all new to me. Why don’t you show me some albums, since Sav clearly can’t!” You laughed again and rolled your eyes at him jokingly.

“Oh, I’ve got you covered. Y’know, my house is in Sheffield. While you’re here, you should stop by, and I can show you my record collection.” He said, utterly serious about his offer. The guys interpreted it differently and started snickering.

“Hey, don’t be so quick to take her home! I’ve seen how you looked at her. At least get to know her first.” Sav exclaimed like a protective brother. The other guys laughed, and Phil chimed out to you again.

“He tries to get into every girl's pants. You should see him hanging around our groupies after a show,” he laughed. Joe actually got flustered, with his cheeks now rosy — yours too.

“Listen, you’re not wrong, but I don’t mean it like that! I swear!” He was actually telling the truth. He didn’t want to rush into this more than he already did. You caught his attention like no other girl.

“Hm, well, I’ll take your offer up. But if what Phil said shows to be true, I’ll send Sav to teach you a lesson!” You said playfully. You were honestly so glad he offered. Earlier you started to get worried you’d never see him again outside of the Lepp’s music videos, but now your mind was at ease.

Joe was ecstatic, and he laughed along with you. The guys joined in. He’d prove to you and the guys that he wasn’t in it just for temporary satisfaction; he felt something real about this girl. You made him realize that love at first sight was real.

[elliotts-personal-property]

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.

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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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Thank you so much for reading!! I hope you liked it💗

[joes-sha-la-la-la-girl]

Something New

Joe Elliott x Reader

Masterlist

A/N: This fic is pure filth and contains light bondage, smut, Sub!Joe and many other explicit things. + 18 ONLY MINORS DNI. Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with this sort of thing. This is something very new for me so any comments would be much appreciated. Thank you to everyone who has encouraged me, you all know who you are. A lot of the ideas for this fic came from conversations with @elliotts-personal-property and she greatly influenced this fic so lets all thank Kris. 💖💖💖

This is a long one (around 3k words)

I knew as soon as I saw the concept of the video what me and Joe would be doing that evening. Watching him get chained up for the ‘Foolin’’ music video caused an idea to stir in my head. 

Throughout the entire time filming, I couldn’t get the idea of Joe tied up helplessly out of my head. The way he was thrashing his head around as he sang along to his own lyrics was exciting me in a way that only Joe could manage. 

I’m not sure if Joe could tell what I was thinking but if he could then he didn’t show it on his face. Between each take he ran over to me and flashed me that gorgeous smile of his. Unintentionally riling me up more. Despite the innocent look of his face, I knew him to be anything but and the way he kept glancing at me even whilst filming was making me count down the minutes until we could get home.

Eventually when the day had finished, Joe and I finally went home. I could tell that the poor boy was exhausted and that was enough to almost deter me from my plan. Almost. However, the groan he made when he collapsed onto the sofa was enough for me to want to drag him to the bedroom. 

Walking up behind him, I leant over the back of the couch and started rubbing his shoulders, causing his head to roll around, almost like it had earlier. Hearing him groan again caused me to smirk as I pressed a gentle kiss against his neck. When I felt him release a shuddering breath I grinned again.

“That feel nice love?” I asked as I nibbled slightly on his earlobe.

“Mhm.” Joe moaned out. Letting go of him I made my way around the couch. 

Sitting on his lap, I grabbed his face gently in my hands and pressed my lips to his, causing his eyes to go wide in shock. It didn’t take long for him to kiss back, putting his hands on my waist and dragging my hips down onto his. I could feel him harden underneath me. Deciding to add fuel to the already burning fire between us, I pushed my tongue into his mouth, dominating the kiss. 

No matter how much he tried to take control again, I continued down the path I was on. When I pulled away for air, I saw him try and chase my lips for a second. When he opened his eyes I saw the beautiful green-blue colour staring back at me. 

“Wanna take this upstairs?” I asked him, the smirk never falling off of my face. Joe just nodded at me and let me grab his hand to lead him through to the bedroom. When we got there I gently pushed Joe onto the bed. Climbing back into his lap, one of my hands found itself in his hair, whilst the other rested gently on his cheek. 

Rubbing my thumb over his lips that were now slightly swollen I made sure that I had his full attention. 

“I wanna try something new tonight.” I told him softly but so that he could still hear me.

“How new?” He asked with a still slightly dazed expression.

“Very new. I wanna tie you up.” I told him as I maintained eye contact. I watched him gulp as he looked up at me.

“What?” He finally questioned.

“After seeing you all tied up today for the video, it gave me a few ideas of my own.” I told him as I gently brushed my thumb against his dimple. “Is that okay?”

Joe nodded as he stared at me. 

“Words baby boy.”

“Yes.” Joe whispered. As soon as the word left his mouth my lips found his. Trailing down the side of his face to his neck, I started gently grinding my hips against his again. I couldn’t help the small giggle I released when I heard him whimper. 

There was something about having him so vulnerable underneath me, willing to be tied up that made me tingle inside. Slowly standing up I heard Joe whine again and I gently shushed him as I made my way to the wardrobe. Pulling out a few of Joe’s ties that he had hardly ever worn, I turned back and made my way towards him. 

I moved my hands to the bottom of Joe’s shirt and gently tugged it over his head. The view of him shirtless had always made me shiver but I tried to contain it. Carefully I pushed him down so he was laying on the bed and helped him adjust so that his head was on the pillow. 

“Arms up sweetheart.” I told him with a slightly stern tone. I didn’t want to scare him when I was about to put him in a vulnerable position, but he needed to know that I was in charge.

With only a little hesitance, Joe lifted his arms up so that they rested against the headboard. I didn’t waste any time straddling him so that I could tie his hands together. Leaning over so I could reach meant that my breasts were directly in Joe’s face. Knowing how much he loved them, I took my time so that I could tease him a bit. He took a sharp intake of breath and I knew that my plan was working.

When I had finished tying the knot, I checked to make sure it wasn’t too tight before manoeuvring my way back down his body. Kissing in the middle of his chest, I trailed my lips down his body feeling him squirm slightly. 

When I got down to the waistband of his jeans, I kissed over his clothed bulge. When he bucked his hips I moved away and looked up at him.

“Not yet Joe.” I told him as I stood up to grab the other ties.

When I climbed up onto the bed again, I slowly made my way back to Joe’s jeans, tugging them and his underwear down his legs. As I did so, I made sure to tease him a little by softly running my fingernails as I went. When I finally got the clothing off, I stared at my boyfriend completely naked on the bed, with his hands tied above his head.

As I looked over at him, it was at that exact moment I found myself extremely thankful for the posts at the bottom of the bed. Gently grasping one of his ankles, I secured it to the bedpost before leaving a peck on the skin there. Moving over, I gave the other foot the same treatment, seeing Joe squirm slightly in his bonds.

Grinning at him I started to make my way back up his body, leaving kisses as I did. The feeling of him moving underneath me made me wetter. 

“Please.” Joe whimpered as he fluttered his eyelashes in my direction. 

“Please what Joe?” I asked, teasing him further.

“Please touch me.” He breathed out. Deciding to take the teasing one step further I started placing my finger on different parts of his body.

“Here?” I moved my hand, “Or here?” With a grin I carried on a few times, revelling in his whines. “Be specific sweetheart.”

“Y/N please.” Joe spoke through his heavy breaths. “I need you to touch me there.”

It wasn’t like Joe to get desperate like that so I decided not to push my luck anymore and instead place my hand on his cock. Wrapping my hand around him I very slowly started to move my hand up and down. Not enough to trigger anything but enough to keep him hard. 

“It’s not fair.” Joe whined, tugging on his restraints.

“What's not fair?” I asked him, acting clueless.

“I’m naked and you’re not.” 

“Is this not enough?” I asked him as I gave him a little squeeze causing him to gasp and screw his eyes shut. When he didn’t answer I squeezed again.

“No please, I wanna see you.” He cried out. 

“You sure? You’re not even looking at me.” I answered. Immediately he opened his eyes and looked directly at me. “Good boy.” I smiled when I saw his pretty eyes again. The whine that he released was music to my ears.

Slowly I removed my shirt and dropped it to the floor without breaking eye contact with him. I could see Joe gulp and start to squirm more in his restraints. Leaving my bra on I moved off of the bed and discarded my jeans in the same slow and teasing manner. Climbing back on top of him, I sat on Joe’s thighs and placed my hands on his bare hips. 

I scratched my nails against his skin, not hard enough to leave a mark but with enough pressure to cause goosebumps to rise on the skin beneath. 

Taking my time, I edged my way around to the front of his pelvis and ran my thumb down his happy trail. Tracing the line of hair there had caused yet another whimper and a buck of his hips. I pushed his hips back down again before removing my hands altogether. 

Joe furrowed his brow at the loss of contact which just made him look adorable. 

“What's the matter Joe?” I asked with a faux pout.

“I need you please.” He whimpered.

“Need me to do what? Beg for what you need Joe.” I told him, refusing to put my hands back until he did as I said.

“Please Y/N I need you to touch me again. I need to have your hands on my cock please.” The neediness in his voice didn’t go unnoticed so I placed one hand on his cock as the other started to gently rub his hip again.

With the hand that I had on him, I lazily started stroking him up and down. I could tell how turned on the poor boy was by the precum that started to leak from the tip. Rubbing my thumb over the top of his erection, I spread the precum around a little, revelling in every noise the man underneath me made. 

It was painfully obvious that Joe needed to relinquish the control for once.

“You’ve been so stressed with the album haven't you?” I asked him, pouting again. Joe nodded at me in response.

“I know it's hard to think right now but I need you to use your words baby boy.”

“Yes.” Joe moaned as I gave him a gentle squeeze. His eyes fell shut again but he quickly remembered himself and snapped them open again. I smiled down at him as I started to quicken the pace that my hand was going. 

It wasn’t long before I saw the tell tale signs of his orgasm so I quickly took my hand away. Joe stared at me as he choked back a sob.

“Why… Why did you stop?” He asked as his breathing increased into a pant. Tears threatening to fall at any moment. I leant down so that I could nibble at his neck and earlobe

“Patience sweetheart, you have all night to come.” I whispered in his ear, enjoying the shiver that I caused. Joe let out a deep breath as he tried to move his arms. 

“Where are you going?” I asked him as he immediately stopped his squirming at my voice.

“I’m sorry.” He whimpered.

“Don’t be sorry sweetheart just relax, I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” I told him as I ran my thumb against his cheek.

I felt Joe relax underneath me again as I pressed butterfly kisses to the side of his face and neck. I sat up again and removed my bra before getting up once more to remove my underwear.

This time when I climbed back on top of him, I sat on his stomach instead of his thighs and I leant down straight away to press a kiss to his lips. I felt him kiss back straight away which encouraged me more. He was so responsive to every touch I was giving him.

Pulling away from him again I smiled as he chased my lips but couldn’t get very far because of his tied hands.

“Patience, love, I’ll give you what you need in a minute.” I cooed at him as I shifted my body upwards slightly so I was hovering on my knees. Reaching down, I grabbed his throbbing erection and held it up.

Rubbing the tip through my folds, I ignored the urge to just sink straight down. In all the teasing that I had been giving Joe, I was teasing myself as well. Joe whined and tugged on his restraints again. 

“Give me a second baby boy, just lay still and let me take care of you.” 

I watched Joe nod his head, tears starting to fall from his eyes. Leaning forward I wiped them away. “Are you okay sweetheart? Is this too much?” I asked him softly. For a moment I thought I might’ve taken it too far. However, the fear was quickly squashed when Joe shook his head.

“No it’s not too much, it just feels really good ‘s’all” Joe whispered. I kissed him again before sitting up once more.

“As long as you are sure?” I asked him one more time.

“I’m sure Y/N/N.”

With that confirmation, I moved my hand back to his erection and lifted it up again, This time lining it up and slowly sinking down. The groan he let out was one of the most beautiful sounds to ever leave his mouth as I engulfed him with my warmth. 

“Fuck Joe, you’re huge.” I moaned out, still slowly moving downwards. No matter how many times we had been together, his size never failed to shock me. I watched a small smile spread across Joe’s face at my praise but it didn’t last long. 

When I was finally seated I grinned my hips against his, causing a gasp to fall from his swollen lips. An idea came to the forefront of my mind as I adjusted my hips slightly. Joe’s face scrunched up again and I saw him tug once more on the tie that kept his hands away from me. When I didn’t make a move to start Joe choked out another groan.

“What are you doing love?” He asked as he tried to move his hips into mine.

“I’m just a little tired sweet boy, so I’m just gonna sit here for a minute or two, is that alright?” I questioned him, hiding my smirk. When he didn’t answer straight away I clenched around him.

“Yeah.” Joe breathed out.

“Good boy.” 

Sitting as still as I could, I allowed myself to clench every so often just enough to tease him and keep him on edge. I could see the impatience fill his eyes as he looked at me, waiting for me to allow him a little more relief. 

Placing my hands flat on his stomach in front of me, I started to caress his slightly sweaty skin. I could feel the muscle underneath my fingertips contract as he tried to remain as still as possible. 

“I don’t know Joe, I might just sit here like this all night. I’m rather comfy and enjoying the view.” I told him as I sat myself back slightly and placed my hands on his thighs behind me. I saw the worry flush his face slightly.

“No, please Y/N, please move, I need more love, please.” Joe begged looking panicked. Leaning forward I put a reassuring smile on my face.

“Don’t worry, my love.” I smiled as I moved one hand to his cheek. “I’ll give you what you need.” 

Adjusting one final time, I sat back up straight and slowly started to lift my hips up. I repeated this action, lifting then lowering my body on top of his, unable to resist digging my nails in slightly at the pleasure of it all. 

The noises that Joe was making were like our own personal melody that no one else had the pleasure of hearing. Joe had an extremely strong voice but the idea that I was the one inducing those moans was almost enough to tip me over the edge. 

“Shit Joe.” I breathed out as the pleasure started to overtake my every sense. Joe was only babbling in response. The man had completely given up trying to escape his restraints and instead layed lax on the bed as he watched me move up and down on top of him. 

Moving one hand back, I started playing with his balls as I bounced harder causing him to let out a loud whine. 

“Can I come, please Y/N let me come.” Joe begged as tears of overstimulation began to well up in his eyes again. Keeping my movements going and using that hand that was on his balls, I started rubbing my clit in time with my bounces. 

“Wait a minute sweetheart, I’m nearly there and we can come together.” Trying to get myself as close as possible I kept my motions up whilst continuing to look at Joe. Joe whines at my temporary denial of his orgasm but ultimately did as I said and held back.

When I was finally there myself I looked Joe directly in the eye. 

“Come for me baby boy.” 

Joe didn’t hesitate to let go and I felt myself fill up with his warmth. That sensation sent me over the edge and I came hard, letting out a scream as I did so. 

I wasn’t sure how long our orgasms lasted but eventually I found myself collapsed on Joe’s chest, feeling his pants move my body up and down. It took a moment for me to recover but when I did, I pressed a soft kiss to Joe’s chest before sitting back up. 

Climbing off of him, I winced at the empty sensation that suddenly washed over me. Immediately I leaned up and untied Joe’s wrists, leaning down to give him a kiss. Crawling down to his feet, I undid the knots and threw all the tines on the floor. Eventually, I ended up back beside Joe. Giving him another kiss, I brushed some of the hair out of his face. 

“Are you okay?” I asked him softly as I looked into those beautiful green-blue eyes of his.

“More than.” He smiled at me, his eyelids drooping slightly. 

“Let me just go get a cloth to clean us up alright?”

I hurried, as much as I could, to the bathroom across the hallway and grabbed two flannels, quickly cleaning myself up, I took the other flannel out of the bathroom with me. When I got back into our shared room I saw Joe still awake on the bed looking at me. I made my way over to him and helped him clean up, careful not to overstimulate him anymore than he already was. 

Putting the dirty cloth into the washing bag in the corner of our room, I laid down on the bed next to Joe and covered us up with the duvet. Joe had his head between my bare breasts as I lovingly ran my fingers through his hair.

“Was all of that alright?” I asked him, wanting to confirm again that he enjoyed himself.

“Absolutely.” He told me with a sleepy grin. “Just what I needed after today actually.”

“Good, fancy doing it again sometime?”

“Definitely.”

[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.”

-

[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.

[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

[joes-sha-la-la-la-girl]

Personally Joe Elliott x Reader but whatever you are comfortable with 💖💖💖

Hii!

I'm writing a story and I'm deciding if it should be "Steve Clark x reader" or "Joe Elliott x reader". What should it be?

[urloveada]

UNDERSTOOD

𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: joe goldberg x f!reader

𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1.9k+

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰: smut, p in v, edging, swearing, vibrator, ‘you belong to me’ vibes, dom/sub undertones; dom!joe, sub!reader.

𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: you and joe decided to go on a date night, but he does not appreciate you flirting with the waiter, then acting innocent about it.

𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮: not beta read, i apologize for any errors!! || my new bsf (🤫) has been dying for this fic; i really hope you enjoy!!

You and Joe finally decided to go out on a date. You’ve both been so busy with work lately you haven’t gotten to spend much time together. Joe’s working full time; you're working part time, but unfortunately your schedules barely line up.

 

It was Joe’s idea to come to this restaurant; this was where you met. So, it’s quite sentimental to the both of you. which is a big reason why your boyfriend is eyeing you angrily as you flirt with the young waiter.

 

Now in your defence, you didn’t mean for the flirting to start; it just happened. He came to take your order but could not keep his eyes off you. Of course Joe noticed; he notices everything, especially when it comes to you. And out of the corner of your eye, you saw Joe clench his jaw in frustration, maybe even jealousy. So that’s when you decided to play along, for as long as Joe would let you, that is.

 

“Okay, your food will be ready in a few minutes. It might take a bit longer since we’re currently low staff.” The young waiter, whose name you learned is Elliot, tells you apologetically.

 

“It’s okay, baby; we aren’t in a rush,” you tell him kindly before he walks away, making sure you emphasize the word 'baby.'

 

Joe stares at you silently, trying to collect his thoughts before he speaks. “What are you doing?” The warning was clear: don’t do it again or you won’t like the consequences.

 

You stay silent, looking innocently at him, until he raises his eyebrows, indicating he’s expecting an answer.

 

“I’m just being polite; is that a problem?” You sass, crossing your arms over your chest.

 

“Oh, you do NOT get to flirt with the waiter than sass me. Do you understand what I’m saying?” Joe asks sternly, keeping eye contact with you as you try looking away.

 

“Oh my, God, Joe. It’s not that big of a deal. Why are you being such a—“

 

“Okay, we have one order of the grilled chicken, with salad on the side,” Elliot cuts you off, bringing your food over, “and one order of steak and baked potatoes.” He slides Joe his dinner.

 

“Can I get you anything else? a refill on your drinks maybe?” Elliot offers the both of you. Joe notices Elliot’s hand slightly brushing against your shoulder but doesn’t comment on it.

 

Joe shakes his head no.

 

“No thanks, darling,” you say, smiling at Elliott as he walks away to take other orders.

 

Joe is now looking at you furiously. “This is your last warning. Do it again, and we’re leaving; do you understand me?” Joe demands, grabbing your chin so you’re making eye contact.

 

You nod your head, but roll your eyes while trying to wriggle out of his grip.

 

“uh, uh. eyes up here. I said, Do you understand me?”

 

“Yeah, okay,” you nod your head. “I understand.”

 

Joe releases his grip and nods his head. “Now eat, please.”

 

_________

 

You and Joe eat your dinner peacefully, finally having the evening together Joe wanted. You are so close to finishing your meal without anymore distractions until Elliott comes over one last time to check on you.

 

“Is everything alright?” Elliot asks, sounding like he genuinely cares how your meal is.

 

“It was delicious, thank you,” you reply, setting the fork down and looking up at Elliot. “Wasn’t it good, Joe?" You turn to look at your boyfriend.

 

“Yes, it was. Thank you,” he says politely, despite how annoyed he is with Elliot.

 

“I’m glad to hear that!” Elliot replies happily, “Would you like me to get the bill now?” He asks, collecting your empty plates and utensils.

 

“Yes, love, that sounds wonderful,” you respond with the same level of enthusiasm.

 

Elliot leaves to get the bill, and you look over at Joe, not expecting to see him so angry.

 

“I have told you several times to knock it off. I am sick of you disrespecting me,” Joe says sternly.

 

He leans forward to whisper this last part so only you can hear.

 

“When we get home, you are being punished. I do not care how much you don’t want it; you will be punished for your actions, and that is final. Do you understand?”

 

You look at Joe bewildered. Sure, you wanted to push his buttons; angry sex is the best, is it not? but a punishment? That was something you didn’t expect.

 

"Yes, sir,” you respond sheepishly, “understood.”

 

_________

 

The drive home is silent, not even the sound of the radio going. You knew you were going to be in trouble, but not this much trouble.

 

I mean, really? a punishment?  

That’s not necessary. Of course you’d never say this to Joe; he would not approve of this mindset.

 

when you finally arrive home and Joe parks the car in the driveway. There’s a moment or two of silence while he tries collecting his thoughts.

 

He turns to you and grabs your chin with two fingers, forcing you to look him in the eyes when he talks to you.

“When you go inside, I want you to strip completely and wait for me on the bed. I will be inside in a few minutes. Go.”

 

Joe releases his grip, and you scramble out of the car and inside the house, shutting the door behind you. You run up the stairs and go to your shared bedroom.

 

You strip off your clothes, put them in the laundry basket, and wait on the bed as Joe instructed.

 

You heard Joe walking up the stairs a few minutes after you sat down. He wasn’t stomping, which was a good sign.

 

Joe opened the door and looked to the bed, making sure you listened. “Finally learned how to listen, hm?” He teased, walking over to the bed to stand above you.

 

“Go get the vibrator,” Joe says sternly, pointing to the nightstand on the opposite side of you.

 

“Joe, please no,” you plead, making zero effort to do as you’re told.

 

“Now.”

 

You sigh and climb across the bed. opening the drawer aggressively and grabbing the vibrator. Sliding across the bed you had it to Joe, and once again start pleading.

 

“please, please! dont. I’ll be good, Joe.” You give him your best puppy eyes. “So good, I promise.”

 

His eyes soften slightly, and he rubs his thumb across your lips before leaning in and softly kissing them.

 

He pulls back and admires you for a moment before saying, “Lay down, on your back, spread your legs.”

 

You whine but obey him wordlessly, trying your best to prepare yourself for what’s about to happen.

 

“Good girl,” Joe turns on the vibrato to its slowest level and holds it between your legs.

 

You gasp and twitch at the sudden sensation between your legs but say nothing; instead, you grip the soft cotton sheets in order to hold still.

 

“Oh baby,” Joe coos, placing down the vibrator so it won’t move when he lets go. and sits down on a chair beside the bed. “This is only the beginning, and your already gasping and moaning?”

 

You glare at your boyfriend and begin to say something when your cut off by the vibration being turned up a level, using a remote Joe keeps with him.

 

“Joe,” you groan, struggling to keep still. You look over at your boyfriend to see him smiling at you, enjoying watching you struggle to keep your composure.

 

“hmm?” He hums, “What is it, baby?” Turning it up to the max speed, he asks, “Is something wrong?”

 

“Mmm, fuck,” you moan breathlessly, gripping at the sheets even harder.

 

“Use your words,” he tuts.

 

“Please, off,” you beg helplessly, “I'm going to come, please.”

 

“Uh, uh. No, your not.” Joe sits up and pushes the vibrator deeper, rubbing it up and down. “Only good girls get to come. Were you a good girl?”

 

You quickly shake your head no, hopeful that if you obey, you will get the reward of coming.

 

“No? No what, baby, use your words.” He says sternly but not coldly.

 

“No,” you groan in a mix of pain and pleasure. “No, I wasn’t a good girl.”

 

“No, you weren’t,” he agrees, stopping the movement of the vibrator and leaving it still once more. “What were you then? hmm?" joe prompts.

 

“Bad girl,” you answer, arching your back, trying to nonchalantly wiggle away from the vibrations.

 

“Yeah, you were a bad girl.” He notices your wiggles and once again moves the vibrator closer to your clit. “And do bad girls get to come?”

 

“No, they don't.” You give him your best ‘I’ll be a good girl’ eyes, but to no avail.

 

“No, they don’t. Does that mean you get to come?” he asks, finding pleasure in your constant gasps and moans.

 

“No.”

 

“No, you don’t.”

 

You gasp loudly, “Joe, I’m going to come. I can't fight it anymore.” You carefully grind on the vibrator, trying to bring yourself to the orgasm you so badly need.

 

Joe quickly puts an end to that nonsense by taking the vibrator away. “Oh, baby, wrong decision.”

 

Joe waits a few minutes to let you come down from your almost orgasm, then puts the vibrator right back between your thighs.

 

“Oh,” you gasp, gripping at Joe's wrists, your nails digging into his skin. “Please stop. I’ll be good, I promise,” you beg. At this point, you’re willing pretty much anything to get him to stop.

 

“yeah? you have?" He gently removes your nails from digging into him.

 

“Yes! Oh, God, yes.” you all but yell. “I’ll never, ever flirt with someone else again.”

 

“Yeah, I know you won’t,” he agrees, unbuckling his pants and pulling them off.

 

You watch Joe strip, just now noticing how hard he is. Joe pulls down his boxers, and his dick springs out.

 

Joe climbs on the bed with you and removes the vibrator. “Show me how much of a good girl you can be.”

 

You eagerly climb on Joe's lap and position yourself on his cock. Joe slides inside you easily.

 

“Hmm, so wet for me, yeah?” Joe teases, kissing your neck.

 

“Yes,” you reply, turning your neck to the side so he has better access, as you begin to rock back and forth on Joe.

 

He flips you over your laying underneath him while he starts pounding into your dripping wet pussy.

 

You whimper and dig your nails into Joe's back. “Joe,” you pant, “don’t stop, I’m close.”

 

He continues pounding you. “No one will ever make you feel this good,” he whispers in your ear. “Look at you, so needy for me.” He kisses your lips rather aggressively, his tongue slipping into your mouth.

 

You moan in pleasure and run hand through Joe's hair, tugging on it, so his face is closer to yours.

 

You pull back from the kiss to moan out, “Joe, I’m going to come.” He continues, not slowing down his pace.

 

“Come for me, baby, that’s it. good girl,” he praises as you finish.

 

Joe comes shortly after and pulls out. You both flop on your backs, trying to catch your breath. After a minute or so, Joe turns to you. “I meant what I said. No one will make you feel as good as I do.”

 

You nod in agreement, pulling him into a sloppy kiss. “I know,”

 

Joe pulls you close; you rest your head on his chest and close your eyes.

 

“You’re mine; you got that?”

 

“Mhmm,” you hum. “Believe me, I won’t forget.”

𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮: requests are open!! feel free to use whenever you want.

[sarahsmi13s]

Baking Playlists

for @roosterforme 's rocktober event!!

pairing: jake 'hangman' seresin x pilot!reader (callsign: cookie)

characters: jake seresin, reader, jake's parents and sister

warnings: language, slightly suggestive, domestic hangman, hangman acting like a man child

word count: ~1.9k

a/n: the song that inspired this is def leppard's pour some sugar on me, i took it in the very literal sense 😅

summary: it's jake's parents anniversary and you want to do something sweet for them, however jake is awful in the kitchen and is a huge distraction

Jake didn’t know what to expect when he invited you to come with him to his parents place while on his leave after the uranium mission. Maybe just you and his sisters hitting it off right away, and going shopping with his mom. Or rolling around in the grass with the herding dogs and the barn cats. Hell, maybe you would have made a friend with the deers that randomly showed up on the property.

But he didn’t expect this.

You and Jake had managed to take over his mother’s kitchen one afternoon while she was gone for a few hours with multiple errands and then come home really quick to change and to go out for her and his dad’s anniversary.

“Okay, what are your parent’s favorite cookies?” You asked Jake, looking around his mother’s kitchen. 

He blinked at you, “Oh um… I think Ma likes blueberry lemon cookies and Dad likes sugar cookies.” You nodded at him with a grin before moving around the kitchen and grabbing ingredients and finding the recipe for both cookies.

“Why-why do you ask?” Jake asked, leaning against the island as he watched you move. “We’re making cookies for your parents for their anniversary, Honey,” you said as you moved to go to the fridge.

Jake snatched your arm, “Sugar, you just met them. You don’t-” “I’m doing it and so are you,” you said,with an authority in your voice that made Jake want to stand at attention. 

“Sugar, you know I’m terrible at baking. I’m a wiz on the grill but you ask me to bake a cake and I’m lost.”

You arched a brow at him, “The directions are on the box Jake…” He fixed you with a look, “And you know how I feel about directions, Sugar.” 

Scoffing with a laugh, you shook your head, “Either way, doesn’t matter. My callsign is Cookie for a reason. I just need your help, you don’t have to touch the oven. Please baby?” 

Jake clenched his jaw and looked away from your puppy dog eyes, knowing he’d give in the moment he looked in them. “Pleeeaaaseee Jakey?” You tried again, gripping his shirt and pouting. But Jake wasn’t gonna give in, not without something in return.

“Okay, I’ll help-” “Yes!” “But-” Your face dropped, “No, no not the ‘but’.” He chuckled before pulling out his phone, “I get to pick the music.”

You huffed but nodded, “Fine.” He grinned triumphantly and pressed his lips to yours, “But you can’t get distracted, got it?” He chuckled, “Yes ma’am.”

For the two batches of blueberry lemon cookies, Jake had behaved and was actually helpful. He only pulled you into a few serenades and air guitar concerts when the song was a mutual favorite.

But as you started mixing the sugar cookies, one of Jake’s favorite songs came on.

As Shenendoah’s Two Dozen Roses faded out, Def Leppard’s Pour Some Sugar On Me’s classic intro filled the kitchen.

Jake practically gasped and his eyes cut to you.

“No, Jake, I’m trying to make your dad's cookies. Don’t even think about it,” you scolded, not even having to turn to him to know he had a devious grin on his face.

Jake just rolled his eyes and leaned on the island, dramatically lip syncing to Joe Elliott. He was doing his best to get your attention and get you to abandon the dry ingredients in front of you.

You managed to ignore him as you scooped out the first two cups of flour.

But as it turns out, Jake is hellbent on getting your attention. 

So as you scooped out the last half cup of flour, he grabbed your hips to spin you around. “You gotta squeeze a little, squeeze a little / Tease a little more / Easy operator come a knockin' on my door~,” Jake sang as he spun you.

“Jake!” 

He stopped and looked at you, “What? What happened?” You huffed and dropped the now empty cup onto the granite countertop. With your arms bowed at your sides you looked down to survey the damage.

Your once black shirt was now covered in stark white flour. Your socks were no better and your legs were covered in flour as well. 

“Oh, shit,” Jake said, a huff of a laugh behind his words. But he swallowed it and covered it up with a cough as he looked at the mess he knew he made. “Sugar-” You held up a finger, “Not now Jacob Dallas. You had one job.” 

“I honestly didn’t think that would happen Darlin’, I swear.” 

You shook your head and took a breath, “Get the broom and the dust pan, clean it up. Please.” Jake sighed, “Yes ma’am.”

He sulked over to the pantry to retrieve the items and you turned back to the bowl.

Def Leppard was still singing as you looked in the bowl and Jake started sweeping.

“Pour some sugar on me! In the name of love!”

You smirked a little and looked from your bowl to your boyfriend, who was still mumbling along as he cleaned up the mess. 

With a perfect idea, you dipped your fingers into the bowl and grabbed a good amount of flour in them. 

Jake stood up straight after having bent over to pick up the dust pan, “Okay I got it.” You hummed and shook your head, “Missed a spot.” Jake’s brow furrowed and he looked down, “What, where?” You lazily pointed to the floor, “Right there.” “Where?” He looked up at you, confused, “Sugar I don’t-” “Right there,” you giggled as you looked at Jake’s face, which was now covered in flour. 

“Cookie, did you just?” You laughed harder as you nodded, “Sure did! That’s what you get, JD.”

Jake growled a little and wiped his face, “Was that necessary?” You shrugged innocently, turning back to your ingredients, “Maybe, maybe not.” 

He shook his head but laughed, “Okay truce?” You giggled lightly and nodded, “Yeah, truce.”

“Kiss on it?” 

“Not until you get the flour of your lips. Raw flour tastes disgusting.” 

Jake groaned but complied, tossing the contents of the dust pan away before going to the sink. 

He grabbed the sprayer hose and turned the faucet on, spraying any remaining flour off of his face. With a tea towel, he patted his face dry before looking at you. He looked back at the nozzle out of the corner of his eye, a devilish smirk on his face.

“Hey Sugar, look at me, I think you have something on your face.” You hummed and did as he said, “Oh do I? Whe- Jacob Dallas Seresin!” 

You let out a high pitched groan and glared at Jake, only to get more upset to find him gripping his sides as he laughed. 

Oh, if he wants to play that game you will gladly play that game.

Grabbing an egg you walked over and broke it on his chest.

Jake grunted a little at the impact before looking down and watching the shell fall to the floor. 

With his head still down, he looked up at you through his brow. Your stomach dropped and you knew you had unleashed the beast that is the ‘Hangman’. This was a competition now, and he was gonna do whatever it took to win. 

“Jake, Honey, Baby, Sweetheart, let’s talk about this. There’s no need to do anything rash,” you attempted feebly. But it was no use.

Jake was quick to grab the bowl of mixed wet ingredients and pour the contents on your head before you had the chance to run.

“At least it’s good for your hair,” he quipped off as he sat the bowl on your head. 

The cold mixture of egg mixed with vanilla extract dripped down your face as you took the bowl off your head. Sniffing a little, you sat it down before wiping away the liquid from your face and wiping your hand on Jake’s shirt.

“I will beat you like an egg, Hangman.”

Not too long after the food fight broke out, Deana and Levi, Jake’s mom and dad, came home.

Needless to say, Deana wasn’t prepared to see the disarray her kitchen was in.

Flour, eggs, and sugar coated the counters and the floor; it also happened to be covering her son and his girlfriend as they continued to throw handfuls of the powdery substance everywhere.

She wasn’t angry… okay maybe she was a little upset. But she could see the look on both of your faces as you laughed and made strong memories together in her kitchen and it filled her with joy… even if the kitchen looked like a warzone.

“Um, Jake, my darling son, what.. um.. what happened to my kitchen?” She asked, trying not to laugh at the mortified looks on your faces seeing her and Levi standing in the doorway.

“Oh, um.. Well you see… Y/N and I were-” Jake stopped seeing that both of his parents were nearly ready to explode with laughter and he relaxed. “We– Y/N was trying to make you cookies for your anniversary and I was helping. A song came on and I made her spill some flour and then one thing led to another and we ended up here.”

“Awe, Y/N honey, that's so thoughtful. Thank you.”

You nodded, smiling, “Of course. But um we unfortunately only got the blueberry lemon ones done… Sorry Mr Seresin, we can definitely still make you some in the morning, after we restock your ingredients.”

“Wait seriously? You’d do that?” 

“Levi Micheal,” Deana scolded, slapping him on the arm. “You can eat the blueberry lemon ones, do not make her wake up early to make you cookies.” 

“It’s really no problem, I don’t mind doing that.” 

Before Levi can speak, Deana covers his mouth, “Only if you want to do that. But don’t feel obligated.”

“We’re definitely restocking your ingredients though Ma, most of your flour is on the floor…” 

She smiled and carefully walked over to kiss his cheek, “Thank you, baby.” She kissed your cheek too, “Thank you too. Now at least I know why Jake calls you ‘Sugar’, cause you’re sweet.”

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s why he calls her that Mama,” Jake’s youngest sister, Lyla, commented as she walked through the cleaner side of the kitchen to grab a snack before going back to her room.

“Lyla Blake-” Jake muttered in a threatening tone. “Oh don’t get your flight suit in a knot, I’m only half-joking,” she smarted off, dodging Jake’s egg cover hand making a grab at her as she left.

Deana opened her mouth and looked between them, pointing back and forth. “You know what, I’m not gonna ask.” 

“Probably for the best DJ,” Levi chuckled, kissing her cheek before retreating upstairs.

She shook her head with a playful eye roll, “Okay, I know it’s late, but I need you both to clean this up and when you’re done, go hose off in the backyard. Got it?” 

You and Jake nodded dutifully, “Yes ma’am.” “Alright goodnight.” “Goodnight Ma.” “Goodnight Mrs Seresin.” 

She went upstairs and you and Jake looked at each other before surveying the catastrophe around you.

“You do know the song is about s-”

“Jacob Dallas-”

“Shutting up.”

hi, hello, thank you all for reading and making it to the end! i hope you enjoyed! and for this particular event i've got one more to do so be on the look out for that 😉

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Bringin’ On The Heartbreak

Hi, can I request some fluff/angst with Mr. Joe Elliott, Maybe something based off the song Bringin' On The Heartbreak. And im sorry if im in the way of anything. <333

A/N: Hello lovely, of course your not in the way of anything, i hope you like this! <3

514 Words xx

Warnings: Some swearing, apart from that a bit of fluff to angst for you! 

Joe's POV:

Gypsy, sittin' lookin' pretty The broken rose with laughin' eyes

She was gorgeous, sitting by herself in a bar? How? We'd just performed for a club and they seemed to love us. How could I not notice her while I was on the stage? She seemed sad, was she okay? I needed to speak to her, learn about her.

You're a mystery, always runnin' wild Like a child without a home

"Just a pint please mate, and whatever the lady is having." I said to the bar tender.

"Thanks." She replied flatly.

This a little awkward.

"I'm Joe."

"Hi Joe."

I turned around so I was looking forward at the bar. The bartender placed our drinks in front of us and I slid the money over.

"Oh god, I'm sorry. I'm Y/N." She said while turning towards me.

"No no, it's alright."

"No it's not I was just rude. I've just had some shit going on."

"Talk to me, I can listen." I said, glad she was finally speaking to me.

"No it's alot. And you're not a good listener."

"What?"

"You're a front man, your mate over there has been pretty much silent while you've been blabbling on. I-I'm sorry I just don't feel like talking."

Straight to the point I suppose.

"Look, how about we go for a coffee or something tommorow? I'm less gobby when I've not had a drink I swear." Fix this Joe.

"Okay fine, Little Bean at 10am?"

"Perfect."

You're always searching, searching for a feeling That it's easy come and easy go

"So yeah, it's been a shitty few months." She said, tears nearly slipping out of her gorgeous eyes.

"Wow, I'm so sorry, that's alot." I said to her, she sounded broken.

"Don't apologise it isn't your fault."

"I just feel like, I don't know. I want you to be happy and feel like you can love again. You're something special Y/N."

"Well.. I wouldn't mind meeting with you again." She said to me while looking into my eyes, god she is just beautiful.

"That would be nice." I smiled.

Oh, I'm sorry but it's true You're bringin' on the heartbreak Takin' all the best of me Oh, can't you see? You got the best of me Whoah can't you see?

"God Joe, you're obsessed." Sav said, taking me away from looking at Y/N, she was just sitting on the bus reading a book, but I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

"Shut up Savage, your turn to deal."

You're bringin' on the heartbreak Bringin' on the heartache You're bringin' on the heartbreak Bringin' on the heartache Can't you see?

"I just can't take it anymore Joe! There's women everywhere I turn! They all want you and I see some of them and I-I get so scared you'll want them too!" She said to me, tears flowing from her eyes.

"I don't want them Y/N! You know I only want you! You're everything i ever wanted!"

"Just stop it Joe! Let me go please!"

"I can't! Please don't leave!" I could feel tears building in my eyes.

"Goodbye Joe." And she was gone.

[terrortwinsfav]

i’m writing some def leppard fanfictions, so far i have planned

joe elliott x reader (no smut)

joe elliot x reader (18+)

steve clark and phil collen x reader (no smut)

these will be posted sometime in the next week. i’m keeping the plots a secret for now 😁

my oneshot requests are open btw and i will write anything if it’s about a 70s-80s rockstar from any band. just put who you want and the prompt in my ask box or comments and ill get it done for you 😎

[elliotts-personal-property]

Love Don't Lie

Joe Elliott x Reader

A/N: This was a collaboration with @littlemissheavenonearth, I hope you all love it <3

Joe Elliott. 

There were many words I’d use to describe him. He was a loudmouth, a know it all, a bit cocky, and overall just irritating. I got a headache just thinking about him. It was as if he got a kick out of seeing me get all riled up over him.

 Of course luck would have it that I’d be his next door neighbor. I had the absolute joy of knowing him since I was seven, when my family first moved into the neighborhood. My luck didn’t seem to want to end, because it turned out both our fathers went way back, from when they were in primary school. Those two thought it was the greatest thing that we lived next door to each other. They would always go on and on about how we’d “carry on the family tradition and best best friends.” That couldn’t have been any further from the truth. 

From the beginning we got off on the wrong foot, which didn’t help.

“Do you like football?” he asked with clear excitement laced in his voice.

“It’s alright, but I much prefer netball.”

“That game’s for sissies.”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at him.

From then on there was always one little offhand comment or another from him. He always felt the need to voice any and all of his opinions to me. That got old, and fast. We disagreed on just about everything. Constantly fighting like cats and dogs from the moment we met at seven up until we turned sixteen. 

Every time he’d come over he either bother the hell out of me or give me the silent treatment, which I actually preferred. I couldn’t even escape him in the comfort of my own home when he wasn’t hanging around. Being next door neighbors in a terraced house there was never any peace. His bedroom was situated right next to mine, and I swear it was his life's mission to make as much noise as humanly possible. I couldn’t count the number of times I had banged my hand against my bedroom wall, hoping he would turn his music off or down at the very least.

In school he was a bit better and we ignored each other the best we could, considering we had multiple classes together. He did try to strike up a few conversations every once in a while, which I for the most part would shut down.

Without looking away from the teacher he half whispered to me, “We’ve got a test today?”

“Yeah, I thought you knew. Since you seem to know everything else.”

“Oh don’t even start with me Y/N.”

“Is there a problem you two?” Our English teacher asked.

“No-”

“Yes.”

“Sorry sir,” I said with a fake smile, “Everything’s alright,” I added, getting the final word in after he had tried to cut me off.

Throughout the years our parents would always have us hang out, since they were convinced we were best buds. As we got older, anytime our parents wanted us to hang out we’d make an agreement to pretend to go out, only to immediately abandon each other to go on our own separate ways until we had to go back to our respective families. There was one day though that was different.

I watched as my fathers car took off down the street and out of sight.

“You can go now,” I told him.

I glanced over at him to see that he hadn’t moved from his spot on the couch.

“Eh, I don’t really feel like it,” Joe said, kicking his feet up and resting his hands behind his head, making himself more comfortable.

“Since when?”

He replied with a smile, “Since now I guess.”

I sighed in defeat, knowing there was no point in trying to get him to leave now.

“Fine. I don’t want you bothering me though.”

I eventually headed upstairs to my room, which he quickly followed behind. I couldn’t tell if he was following me around just so he could be a nuisance or not. He stayed there in my room with me for the whole duration of our hang out.

We both mostly kept to ourselves, but every now and again he’d ask me different questions.

Joe looked through my records before asking, “You like Queen?”

Barely glancing up from my book I nodded, “Yeah, who doesn't?”

He held out my copy of Sheer Heart Attack to see, “Can I put it on?” 

My demeanor towards him slightly changed as I flashed him a quick smile,“Sure.”

That was one of the very first days I felt like we actually got somewhat along. I didn’t seem to mind having him around. For once I didn’t feel like ripping my hair out by the time he had left. It felt a bit weird after that, knowing in the back of my mind how normally I couldn’t stand him.

But there are some exceptions. Over the years I’ve noticed Joe getting bullied for his personality. Now don’t get me wrong, I hate the guy, but a guy in our art class one day made fun of Joe’s band posters. I think it might have been a Thursday afternoon, like the second to last class of the day. I was sitting in the back of the class sketching humans. I wasn’t good at drawing, but it was a fun thing to do.

 Joe loved music, rock n’ roll specifically and he wanted to make something related to that as an art project for class. He made band posters of famous bands and one band I hadn’t heard of before, “Deaf Leopard” I think it was. I’m not gonna lie, that band name did not sound bad. That Thursday afternoon, Joe was finishing up his “Deaf Leopard” poster, like final touches or something, I try my best to not pay attention to him. 

“Your music posters are lame,” I heard someone say.

 The Joe I know would respond quickly with a retort, but this Joe remained quiet. He was looking down at his poster. 

“What? Are you gonna cry?” Teased a friend of the guy. 

This was getting on my nerves, so I stood up. “Hey!” I yelled from the back of the classroom, yeah, it got the attention of everybody, they all turned their heads, “What’s your problem?” 

“You’re really gonna let a girl stand up for you?” Joe just watched what I was gonna do.

 “And you’re really just gonna stand here making fun of my boyfriend’s drawings? ‘Cause that’s lame of you.” I honestly did not care that I called Joe my boyfriend, I didn’t try any other ways, but this seemed like the only way to get the arsehole to piss off. 

I definitely think that the guy had other things to say, but instead of saying them, he and his friends just walked away. And by then, class had ended, Joe and I decided to walk to our next class together. 

“Hey, thanks for stickin’ up for me,”

 “No need to thank me, Joe. I’m only stickin’ up for ya ‘cause you’re an incredible artist. They’re jealous. Honestly, I’m jealous too.”

 “Nah, I’ve seen your art. It’s incredible.”

 “Thanks.”

We made it to our next class, science. Joe sat in the second to last row and I sat behind him in the last row. 

“Welcome, children.” Said Mr. Smith, our science teacher,, “We are gonna be doing a lab today.” As usual, the students groaned.

 Mr. Smith began telling us which groups we were gonna be in. “Joe, Y/N, you two will be a group.” Of course we are. We got up and went to our lab. I poured water into one of the graduated cylinders and then put it on the scale. 

“Joe, could you tell me how much the water weighs?” 

“Uh, according to the scale, it weighs about 10 grams.” 

I nodded and wrote it down in my notebook. What we did most of the class was observe how the temperature of the water changed depending on the type of salt that was put in it. It wasn’t all that interesting, I prefer biology over chemistry.

 “Alright, thanks everyone for today’s class. See you all tomorrow.” I usually walked out of the classroom to leave the school as fast as I could so that I could get away from Joe. Something in me made me stop this time, I stopped to wait for Joe and I have no clue why.

 “Are you waiting for me?” He asked.

 “Yeah…” I hesitated, supposedly embarrassed by this. He had a knowing smirk on his face, but how could he possibly know, if I don’t know why I waited for him. We walked out of the school and in the direction of our houses. I usually walk on the sidewalk, but Joe wanted to take this path in the forest that rarely anyone ever goes on.

“I got a question for you, Y/N.” 

“Yes?”

 “Why did you call me your boyfriend in art class today?”

 Heat rushed to my cheeks quickly and I wanted to hide. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

 I tried, but Joe saw right through me. “Y/N, don’t lie to me.”

 “I wasn’t lying, I had no idea what came over me.” 

Joe frowned at my response, like he wanted to hear something else. “Are you sure? The Y/N know would never call me her boyfriend. In fact, Y/N hates me. Do I hate her?” He paused and looked into my eyes, I looked back at him too, waiting for an answer to the question, “No, no I do not. In fact, I never have. We were just so different and it was so difficult for us to get along that I managed to convince myself that we hated each other.” 

The way he said those words was so powerful. It really got me thinking. 

“I hated you because I thought you hated me…” 

 He stepped closer to me and took my hands in his, “Joe, I felt an emotion for you that is actually the opposite of hate. And for a very long time too.” 

He leaned down a little bit so he was closer to my height, “What if I told you that I feel the same way?”

 “Can you prove it to me?” I smirked, he nodded and lifted me up. 

My legs wrapped around his waist and my arms wrapped around his neck. Then, we both leaned in at the same time and kissed. After years of convincing ourselves that we were enemies, it all comes down to this.

 I won’t deny that Joe is the love of my life, except when our parents ask, then we’ll both deny it, but I don’t mind holding his hand while walking to class or lightly kissing on our walks back home.

 I love you, Joseph.

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First Kiss

Joe Elliott x Reader

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For @genxrocker

When I first met Joe six months ago I had an immediate attraction to him. I tried to make my affections for Joe as subtle as possible but of course it didn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the band. In fact it amused them all greatly and they all took great pleasure in teasing me. It wouldn’t surprise me if Joe knew about my little ‘crush’ on him by now.

One evening the band and I were all sitting in my small flat. They had been working in the studio all week and had decided that inviting themselves round for a drink was just what they needed to wind down. Not that I minded too much as I lived alone and enjoyed their company.

However, the boys tonight were partially rowdy and my poor flat looked a mess. I had a plan about that though. I would offer for them to crash here for the night and in return they would clear up their own mess in the morning. It was a plan that had worked a few times before. 

Bidding them all a goodnight I went through to the kitchen to prepare myself a glass of water for the night. When I turned around I nearly jumped out of my skin as I saw none other than Joe standing there with a small grin on his face.

“Didn’t mean to scare you, love.” Joe spoke quietly as I calmed down from the small fright I just had.

“Don’t worry Joe, can I help you?” I questioned him, confused as to why he wasn’t back in the sitting room with the others.

“Just wanted to talk to you before you go to bed s’all, haven’t seen you properly in what feels like ages.”

“We spoke two days ago.” I laughed.

“Still, how have you been?” 

I looked at Joe closely and I knew him well enough to know that he didn’t want to just ‘talk’ with me.

“What’s really the matter Joe?” I asked him gently.

Joe sighed as he looked away from me, apparently finding the floor more interesting. “I know Y/N/N.” He looked back up at me after he spoke.

“What?” I let out a nervous chuckle, hoping that he wasn’t referring to what I think he was. 

“Sav told me. Well he didn’t have much of a choice after he slipped up and I wouldn’t stop asking him about it. Point is Sav told me you like me. Is that true?”

It was now my turn to look at the floor. I hadn’t noticed that Joe had taken a few steps forward until he stood right in front of me.

“Look at me Y/N.” Joe spoke softer than I had ever heard him speak to me before. Lifting my head slowly, I allowed myself to glance at his eyes for a moment before trying to look away again. I was convinced that he was about to reject me and I’m not sure I could handle looking at him whilst he did so.

“Y/N” Joe whispered again, gently taking my chin in his hand. I eventually turned my gaze to him and before I knew it he carefully brushed his lips against mine. It was the first time I had ever kissed anyone and as Joe became less hesitant, I melted into it, kissing him back. 

The kiss became more passionate, it was as if no one else existed in that one moment. Even though I had never been kissed before, it was as if I knew exactly what to do. That cliche of knowing in that moment that I was with the right person. I felt Joe’s hand rest on the back of my head, softly threading his fingers through my hair, naturally making the kiss deeper. I mimicked him and moved my hand up to his hair, catching my fingers of a few small knots that had formed throughout the day.

It felt like it was way too soon when we pulled apart for air, Joe rested his forehead against mine and kept his eyes closed for a moment. I unconsciously held my breath whilst I waited for him to react. 

“In case you couldn’t tell, I like you too.” Joe cheekily broke the silence that enveloped up briefly. Smiling back at him, I found the courage to kiss him again. There was no hesitation from either of us this time as the two of us just stood in my kitchen, holding onto each other and ignoring the world around us.

[i-love-def-leppard]

I Wanna Touch You (Joe Elliott x Reader) - Part 1

Y/N: Hi everyone!! Thank you all again for the support on my first one-shot.💞You all have encouraged me more than I could’ve imagined and I’m so grateful for you all! I really enjoy writing these for you guys especially because I know how exciting it can be to find another fic to read. This part is going to be a bit short, but there will be a Part 2 to follow. COMING SOON;) I hope you all enjoy!!! 🫶

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⚠️suggestive content ahead⚠️

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1983 Pyromania Tour - backstage

With it almost being that time of the month, you were feeling a little more desperate for Joe’s touch than usual.

Knowing what gets your man even more in the mood, you decided to wear one of his favorite outfits, knowing he wouldn’t be able to resist.

With one final look in the mirror of your boyfriend’s dressing room, you can’t help but giggle to yourself about the reaction you know Joe will have in just a few minutes.

Oh no, it’s 7:50! I’ve gotta hurry up.

You quickly pull up your tight leather skirt to show off even more of your upper thighs.

Then, you make sure your tits sit extra nice in your form-fitted, v-neck, dark red top, knowing they were Joe’s favorite asset of yours.

After becoming satisfied with your appearance, you push open the door of the dressing room and start walking to the side of the stage where your boyfriend was waiting.

As you finally approach the stage, the clicking of your dark red heels snap Joe out of his conversation with Sav, directing his gaze towards you.

“Holy fuckkk…”

You hear Joe mutter under his breath as he scans your entire body with his eyes. You internally laugh as you think you may have even caught Sav stealing brief glances towards you as well.

“Hi baby!”

You say to Joe, as you innocently greet him.

He waists no time by pulling you into a tight hug, his hands firmly wrapped around your waist. Just shy of groping your ass.

“Y/N. I know what you are doing.”

He whispers in your ear with a lustful tone to his voice.

Haha I knew this would work.

“I dont know what you’re talking about?”

You innocently reply, slightly pulling away to look him in the face with a quick glance at his addictive lips.

With your response, you feel Joe squeeze his hands even tighter around your waist as he lets out a groan.

“You naughty little thing. You wore this on purpose” Joe smirks.

You seductively place two hands on his chest, slowing grazing the hair of peaking out of his shirt with your fingertips.

“What if I told you that I’m also not wearing anything under this skirt” you smirk not being able to pretend anymore.

As you look up at him through the top of your eyelids, you are met with his, on fire with lust.

“God, love. The things you do to me” he whines. “If I wasn’t about to go on stage right now I’d pin you up against this wall and-.”

“BOYS! It’s showtime!”

The tour manager shouts, interrupting your heated moment.

Damn, I want Joe to finish that sentence.

Thanks to the tour manager snapping you out of your heated trance, you realize you have just teased yourself even further by purposefully causing your boyfriend to rile you up before the show.

Also clearly frustrated with the interruption, Joe says,

“I’ve gotta go on, love, but I’ll deal with you later.”

He growls into your ear before giving you a passionate kiss to your lips then lightly smacking your ass.

He then reluctantly pulls away from you to go on.

As he walks away, he gives you a quick wink. His eyes never failing to wander down your form, hungry for what awaits him after the show.

Fuck. I need him bad.

Biting your lower lip, you watch him turn to walk on stage.

His previous actions leave you standing there flustered and overheated.

Heat rises to your cheeks as you replay Joe’s teasing words, said just moments ago.

Then, the sudden beat of Rick’s drum vibrates through your body, as you watch the stage lighting hit your boyfriend in all the right angles as their set finally starts.

He looks so good up there, damn.

As Joe sings his songs, you don’t dare miss the hungry glances he directs towards you positioned at the side of the stage.

It is painfully obvious, that he too cannot wait to satisfy both of your growing needs after his performance.

This is going to be a longgg show…

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‼️ smutty part 2 coming ASAP ‼️

[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.”

:)

[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..."

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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."

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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."