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[dreamy625]

Def Leppard Headcanons - the union jack shorts revisited

Each band member's response to the suggestion that they wear the shorts on stage this summer to celebrate Pyromania's 40th:

Joe - aw my legs are too long for those little things, I'll wear my United footie shorts Sav - do they make them in pink? Rick - fine, no one can see my legs behind my kit anyway Phil - you don't even manage to finish the sentence before he's got them on Viv - I'm gonna need them in the Irish flag (and does extra sessions with Jake to make sure the legs are as impressive as the arms) Steve - fuck off

[i-love-def-leppard]

Welcome Home (Def Leppard x Reader)

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

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Dublin 1981 - Me and My Wine house

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

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

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

“Boooyyysss!! I’m homeee!!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, duh Joe, of course!”

I say playfully shoving his chest.

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

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

“Sav!!”

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

Pulling away slowly from the embrace, Sav says,

“Nice outfit, Y/N/N.”

He smirks as his eyes trail down your form.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Laughing, you approach the taller blonde guitarist.

“Hi Steve. I’ve missed you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ve made dinner!” he grins.

“Ughhh” everyone in the room groans.

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

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

My boys.

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THE END!!!! Thank you for reading🩷🩷

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A/N: So as requested this is a fic where the guys look after the reader. I incorporated a condition which I have and the symptoms which relate to me. Obviously each person with Hypermobility Spectrum Disorder is different, and not all symptoms relate to everyone. I am happy to answer any question about the condition as I am trying to be more open about it whilst I come to terms with my diagnosis. Writing this fic has helped a lot and I hope you enjoy it. Also thank you to @elliotts-personal-property, @bring-on-the-heartbreak-joe and @i-love-def-leppard as well as all my lovely mutuals who have been there for me recently, I appreciate you all 💖💖

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I have done in the past.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah okay. And thank you for today.”

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

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

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

[make-me-your-animal]

Morning doves

steve clark fluff fic

Warnings: There's not even swearing

Sorry, it's kinda short. I hope you enjoy @dreamy625

The first thing I noticed upon waking up before even opening my eyes was the sun shining in from the window warming my skin. The second was the warm hand on my hip, rubbing soft circles on my skin. I hummed softly, opening my eyes, blinking against the light. I sat almost perfectly still for a moment, not wanting to wake Steve up. We had just gotten home after several months on the road. When Steve had asked me to join him on tour, I was nervous but also excited for the adventure. And what an adventure it had been, but touring was exhausting, and I was so glad to sleep in my own bed for once instead of a hotel or the coffin like bunks on the bus.

“Are you awake?” Steve's husky barely awake voice whispered. I could feel the warmth of his breath against the back of my neck. He tightened his hold on my hips, pulling me back against his chest.

“Unfortunately” I mumbled. I hoped and prayed that Steve wouldn't move. I wasn't ready to face the day yet. For now, I just wanted to lay in bed with the man I loved. “What time is it?”.

Much to my demise, even though I asked the question, Steve shifted away so he could turn and look at the clock on the bedside table. It took him less than a handful of seconds to look, but it felt much longer. I was grateful when his arms returned around me, holding me close to him.

“It's almost noon,” he returned after a minute.

I nodded, knowing we should get up. There was laundry to do. Bags to unpack, but after months of continuous movement, this moment of stillness felt amazing. It was just the two of us, and we had nowhere to be. No joe snoring or phil talking in his sleep. No interviews or curtain calls. Nobody would come knocking on our door and drag us out of bed. We could lay here for as long as we wanted, and that would be fine.

Steve seemed to have the same sentiment as he didn't make a move to get up, either. Slowly, I wiggled around until I was facing him. His hair was a mess. We had showered the night before leading to Steve sleeping on damp hair while mine was tied back in a loose braid. It was gonna take hours to untangle all the knots. I giggled softly, reaching out and pushing his mane back. He smiled as well.

Slowly, like every move he made exhausted him further, he slipped his hand under his shirt i wore for pajamas. His large calloused hand rubbed up and down my spine the constant motion lulling me into a relaxed state.

It didn't take long for his eyelids to grow heavy and his hand on my back to slow even further before eventually stopping. His breath deepened and evened out, and his eyes shut completely. I watched as the muscles in his face relaxed completely. I was fairly certain he had fallen back asleep when a car horn blared somewhere outside our window. Steve startled, eyes flying open and flinching away from the sound. His large round eyes landed on mine, instantly settling a little.

“Just a car” I murmured, moving my hand to caress his face. Gently stroking his cheekbone with my thumb. He nuzzled against it like an affectionate cat. My heart flooded with warmth as he turned his head and pressed a kiss against my palm.

“I love you” he whispered, letting his eyes fall shut again. He said it so quietly that i wasn't sure he even meant to say it outloud.

“I love you too” I smiled softly, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss against his forehead. He smiled softly as i pulled our fluffy duvet up over his shoulders. I watched as he slowly slipped back into sleep until my own eyes grew too heavy to keep open. Then, I just listened to the sound of his breath until I drifted off completely.

[oneluckygirl]

okay so im real nervous to post this and it’s my first ever fic so please be gentle! 🙏

i don’t have a title or anything, and it’s just something i have had in my brain for a while that i decided to write down 🤷‍♀️

(I also didn’t proofread that great whoopsie)

Content warnings:

Smut, mentions previous relationship abuse

Word count: 3k ish

You walked into the door after an extremely long day. Your feet were tired, your clothes were suddenly wildly uncomfortable, and your hair had been in a tight bun since 6 am. You honestly had no clue how you had been doing these 10 hour shifts for the past three months. All you wanted to do was take a shower and sleep for a year. That’s when you noticed the lights on in your kitchen and a pleasant smell coming from it. Sav had mentioned he was going to stop by when you got home, but you weren't expecting him to be cheffing it up in your house without you there. You weren't complaining though, you’ve had the biggest crush on him since the boys moved in next door to you two years ago.

“Sav?” You called out as you walked down the hall. You stopped when you got to your kitchen doorway and nearly started sobbing at the sight. There he was, in all his curly-haired glory, making you dinner. He turned around at the sound of his name and flashed you a smile, “Hey Y/N!” You nearly melted at the sight of him.

“What are you doing?”

“I know you’ve been having a rough time lately and I figured the least I could do was help you out a little, so I made dinner.”

Tears actually began to well up in your eyes. You genuinely could not believe his kindness, and after the past few weeks, you definitely could use some extra compassion in your life. “Is everything alright?”, he asked you. You took a deep breath and tried to compose yourself before responding. “This is the nicest thing anyone has done for me in a really long time, and it- it’s just a little overwhelming.” Feeling a little silly, you immediately covered your face with your hands.

He stopped what he was doing and walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you.

“It’s okay, love, I’ve noticed how stressed you’ve been and I wanted to make sure you were well taken care of. You deserve a little break.” You were full on sobbing at this point and there was no point in hiding it. You thanked him for his kindness and, naturally, apologized for being emotional. He reassured you that it was alright and just held you for a little while. It felt so reassuring to have someone show they care for you. He squeezed you a little bit tighter before letting you go, “The food is ready if you’re hungry.”

“Thank god!”, you giggled. “I’m starved.”

You both sat down to eat at the table and began to make small talk. You asked how the new album was coming along and Sav gave you a look that said ‘don’t ask’ and you stifled a chuckle. He asked you how your day was. “It was alright, I suppose.” You talked a little bit about the bad stuff, but tried to stay positive seeing as there was no sense in going into another sobbing fit over your plate. And truthfully at the end of the day, your stress didn’t need to worry anyone else. He gave you a sympathetic smile and tried to change the subject. And Sav, being the ever-concerned softie that he is, asked how you had been handling the consequences of your most recent break-up.

“I’ve been okay for the most part. I certainly don’t miss him being around, but I do have this fear that he will randomly show up on my doorstep uninvited. If he does, I’m calling you lot.”

“You know we’d be here for you in a heartbeat!” Sav paused for a second to think about how he wanted to ask his next question.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what happened with you and him?”

You sighed and thought to yourself for a second.

“You don’t have to answer if you don’t feel comfortable, Y/N. I was just curious.”

“No, it’s alright. I’m okay with talking about it. It’s just a bit of a long story. I’ll definitely tell you if you want to hear about it, but I’m dying to take these clothes off and shower. If you don’t mind, I’ll only be a few minutes.”

Sav nodded, “Yeah of course, I don't mind waiting.”

You smiled a ‘thanks’ and dashed to your bedroom, determined to stay true to your word and only be a few minutes. You quickly showered, making sure you had enough time to put some lotion on and threw on some more comfortable clothes. You couldn’t lie, you were trying a little harder because Sav was here. Your outfit consisted of a cute matching set and an oversized sweatshirt, and you topped it all off with a little perfume. It was the least you could do for him after he did all this for you.

When you returned you saw that Sav had taken it upon himself to do the dishes and make tea. He handed you your cup and sat back down at the table with you.

“Feeling better?”, he asked.

“Much. And I’m ready to tell that story now”, you said, taking a sip from your mug.

Your ex was a nightmare from hell. What started as innocent puppy love quickly turned into a borderline abusive relationship. You knew you were in trouble the second he stopped caring about your consent in the bedroom, and that was when you had decided to leave him. Problem was, you had no clue how to leave without upsetting him. You ended up staying until he found someone else, and when the cheating occupied all his time, he let you go gently. And you told Sav all about it. By the end of your little rant, you were shaking.

“I’m so sorry that all this was happening to you Y/N”, he reached across the table and took your hand, rubbing his thumb over your skin to soothe you.

“It’s alright now. He’s preoccupied and I’ve worked really hard to get rid of the bad memories.”

You paused for a second, debating whether or not to continue.

“Can I be honest with you Sav?”

“Always.”

You stood up and took your mug to the sink, and he followed. You knew your next few sentences might’ve consisted of a bit of oversharing, but you didn’t care anymore. You needed to get this off your chest and Sav was more than willing to listen.

“I’m mostly worried about being in a physical relationship again, because he was my first, and- well, he was plain terrible. I was much more hopeful that things would get better before he started to take advantage of me. Part of me thinks I started to believe all the time she called me names, or made fun of my appearance. I’m scared there’s no one out there who will be willing to go slower.”

Sav nodded and began, “Y/N, I promise you there is someone out there for you. You’re a wonderful girl, and any guy would be lucky to have those experiences with you. It breaks my heart to know you feel this way.”

You began to sniffle, and it was now your turn to hug him. You just needed another second, and he opened his arms and took you right in. After a few moments you began again, still wrapped up in his arms.

“I really appreciate you Sav, and I know I don’t say it enough. Thank you for doing all of this.”

You stepped away and continued, “If I’m being completely honest, at this point I don’t even need to be in love with someone, I just want one good night where I get to enjoy myself. This may be a bit much, but that asshole never made me finish once.” you said, you could feel the heat rising into your cheeks and you looked away from his eyes. “I know it sounds selfish, but I just need someone I trust to be gentle and to not judge me.”

“And obviously be willing to participate,” you added with a forced laugh, tears still threatening to pour out.

Sav was quiet while you spoke. You looked back to him, partially to read his expression and partially because you thought you might’ve scared him off with your honesty. He seemed to be deep in thought. He took a deep breath before responding,

“Y/N, can I ask you a serious question?”

His tone made your heartbeat quicken.

“yeah…”

He paused again.

“...Do you trust me?”

You slowly picked your head up and looked directly into his eyes, searching for any sign that you may have misheard his question.

You nodded your head, “Yes.”

Well, too late now. But hey, it was true. You did trust him.

Before you could speak again, Sav cut you off, “Would you let me take care of you tonight?”

You were too stunned to form words, so you just nodded your head. All your pent up frustration, stress, and now, gratitude, were now spilling down your face and Sav gently wiped your tears away with his thumbs before pulling you into your third embrace of the evening. “Are you okay with this?”, you asked him. “I don’t want you to feel obligated.”

“Yes Y/N, I want to do this, and I want to make you feel special. You’re so loved and you deserve to be treated properly”

You choked out another ‘thank you’ out of habit while Sav leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Shall we go to your room then?”

“Yeah I guess so,” you smiled as you said it.

He lifted you up slightly, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist, and he carried you to your bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

Sav layed you gently on your bed and climbed on top of you. He began to mark up your neck, searching for the spot that made you squirm, and once he found it, he sucked a deep purple mark into it.

He removed your sweatshirt and stared down at your outfit.

“You look gorgeous, darling.”

“Thank you”, you squeaked out.

Your cheeks were most definitely a deep shade of crimson.

He kissed down your chest and began to unhook your bra, but you grabbed his hands.

“Can we leave it on for now?”, you asked him.

“Of course love, whatever you’re comfortable with”, god you love how sweet and gentle he is.

He began to kiss down your stomach as he felt you up through your top. You let out a tiny moan and felt Sav smile against your skin. As he kissed his way further downwards, he stopped to make sure you were okay. You nodded for him to continue, and he gently parted your legs to kiss your inner thighs.

He pressed a kiss over your clothed center and hooked his thumbs into the sides of your panties. You lifted your hips slightly and allowed him to pull them the rest of the way off. You immediately closed your legs together once they were gone, and Sav rested his hands on your thighs and gently opened them again.

“Is this okay?”, he asked you.

You looked into his blue eyes, swallowed, and nodded your head for confirmation.

He dipped his down and pressed one final kiss to your inner thigh before licking a stripe up your center. You shuddered and threaded your hands into his thick curls, opening your legs a little more. He began to give little kitten licks before giving an experimental suck on your bundle of nerves. Your grip in his hair tightened and your back arched off the bed. He began to suck harder and more continuously, and you knew you wouldn’t last very long if he kept it up. He moved down to poke his tongue at your entrance a few times before picking his head up. You whined a little at the loss of contact. “You okay?”, he asked you. “More than okay, I just- forgot … to mention I’m- not super… vocal, but I promise you… I’m more than okay.” It was hard to form words because damn was he good at that. He just smiled and continued his assault, going back to sucking as hard as he could. You pulled at his hair and he groaned, the vibrations from his mouth along with his relentless suckling making you come undone way quicker than you anticipated. Sav licked you clean before kissing his way back up your torso and resting his head on your stomach. You were still catching your breath as you spoke,

“That was incredible holy shit”

Sav just chuckled, “let me know when you’re good to go again. I’ll make it even better the next time, promise.” He held his pinky finger up and you locked yours around it.

“If that’s the case, I’m good right now.”, you smiled down at him and he readjusted himself to be face to face with you.

“If you say so,” he began to suck a mark under your ear before dropping down to your jaw, then your collar bone. As he did so, his right hand was traveling south to gently run his fingers through your slick folds. He slipped one finger in as his thumb made gentle circling motions and you let out a soft moan, reveling in the way his calloused fingers felt on your body.

“Sav, please..”

“Your wish is my command,” he sing-songed as he slipped another finger in.

He was working desperately to find your sweet spot, and he softly asked you, “have you ever found it before?”

“...No,” you answered him honestly.

He continued his assault, and after a few more thrusts, he experimentally began to curl his fingers upwards in a ‘c’mere’ motion. After a few curls, you cried out and clenched around his hand.

“Ah, got it.”, he smirked in triumph and continued to rub against the spongy area. “Maybe that’s why you were so quiet before.”

You just covered your cherry-red face at his remark. You hated to say it but he was right. This time was better than the first, and you had certainly gotten more vocal.

As he thrusted his fingers in and out and his thumb continued its work on your nub, he was sucking another hickey into your chest. As he bit down on the love bite and curled his fingers one last time, you came all over his hand, panting and moaning his name. He lifted his fingers to his mouth, groaning as he licked them clean, and winked at you. The sight of it making you squeeze your thighs together all over again and blush harder than before.

After lying next to you for a moment, really letting you recover this time, Sav was the first one to speak once you had finished.

“Y/N?”

“..yes?”, you called out weakly.

He turned his head to face you.

“I’m in love with you.”

And for the first time, he kissed you. You felt like you were on fire. He rolled over completely to get on top of you. The heat from your previous high coupled with his body was almost too much. Almost. He slipped his tongue into your mouth and began to grind his hips down onto yours. The friction was delicious. You reached your hands down to tug his jeans and boxers off, but Sav stopped you.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to…” he trailed off while you continued to undress him.

You looked back up and nodded, “I want to Sav, trust me.”

That was all it took.

While he finished getting his own clothes off, you busied yourself with unclasping your bra and tossing it to the side. When he turned back to you, Sav took a moment to admire your naked figure.

“You’re so beautiful.”

You didn’t think it was possible but you turned even more red and reached up to bring him in for another kiss. Still attached at the mouth, he lined himself up at your entrance. He pulled back for a second and you nodded, assuring him he was good to continue.

You whined as he began to push in, forgetting how long it had been since you had been so full. Sav gave you a moment to adjust before you told him to move.

His pace was slow, but impactful as he again searched for that special spot he found just moments earlier. A few strokes later, you let out a gasp letting him know he was successful. He began to thrust harder, grunting softly, and reached a hand between your bodies hoping to send you over the edge.

You began to clench around him and he knew you were close. “Sav… don’t stop” you gasped out. His hand began to rub quicker, tighter circles as his thrusts became sloppier. You were both extremely close. You squeezed him even tighter and your legs began to shake as he gave one final thrust before coming undone.

He collapsed on top of you as you both lay there panting. You whined as he gently pulled out and went to go retrieve a towel. Once he returned, Sav cleaned you both up before getting back into your bed and pulling the covers over you both. He gave you one last deep kiss before you adjusted so he was lying on his back with you nearly on top of him, one of your legs draped over his waist, your head on his chest. You were exhausted, but after a few quiet moments you spoke up,

“Sav?”

“Hmmm?”, he sleepily hummed a response.

“I’m in love with you too. And I have been for a long time.”

[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.

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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

[rockinnrollin]

I Want a Baby

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

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

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

not my gif!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you mean?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“See, you’ve smashed it!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ah nothing.” you smiled back at him.

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

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

“Well..”

“What?”

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

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

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

“Let’s get you a baby then, love.”

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

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

“Please Savvy, fill me up.”

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

“Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

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

“Fuck, Sav please.”

Another slap to the thigh.

“I’m sorry, daddy.” You whimpered.

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

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

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

“Fuck, yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you daddy.”

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

“Oh right, yeah.”

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

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

“Fuck me daddy, I’m ready please!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello?” 

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

“Do what?” Sav said.

“Fuck her?” 

“Joe, what?” 

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

“Well, how do you know?”

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

[stevesorgasmicriffs]

ahhhh i might be falling down a philxsteve rabbit hole…

[lemonxbeat]

This Is Who I Am - Terror Twins x You

this is for you @make-me-your-animal

sorry if there's any mistake

All day you've been acting weird around Phil and Steve. Phil was the one who noticed the most and was worried about what might be going on. It wasn't your habit to change your mood suddenly. After all, there was a reason behind it. It was something that had been troubling you lately and now more than ever, the thoughts you've been avoiding came to the fore.

Phil has been waiting for the right moment to come to you to talk.

You were in the living room lying on the couch watching TV, a little distracted. You were barely paying attention and were jolted out of your thoughts when Phil lay down next to you.

"Everything is fine with you?"

"Yes." You force a smile, but your face gives the opposite answer.

"Are you sure?"

You don't say anything, just lower your gaze knowing there was no way to hide it.

"You can tell me what's stuck there."

"It's just... I'm afraid of how you'll react." you reply with a trembling voice, filled with fear and the overwhelming desire to break down in tears.

Phil moves closer to your body and hugs you. You take a deep breath before opening your mouth and taking the necessary courage to speak.

"Phil, I... I don't identify as just a girl." you can't take it anymore and allow yourself to cry with your face buried in Phil's chest.

He still hadn't said anything and in that wait for an answer, his shirt was wet with your heavy tears, falling like a waterfall.

“Why did you think I'd think that was bad?

“I don't know,” you reply in a choked voice. "I was insecure, afraid you wouldn't accept it and leave me. I've been keeping this to myself for a long time."

“Babe, I'd never do that."

Phil lovingly strokes your hair and kisses the top of your head.

"You're not gonna hate me, are you?" feeling a little calmer, you ask.

“I love you and who you are. Never in my entire life would I hate you."

You sniff and with the back of your hand wipe away the tears. Phil faced you and touched your skin with his fingertips, stroking gently.

"Thanks, Phil!"

"Don't ever forget how important you are to me. I'll always be with you to support you, help you and, above all, protect you from absolutely everything that could threaten you."

Phil hugs you tighter against his chest and you could hear his heartbeat. In that moment you felt safe and above all, loved.

“But what about Steve? What would he think?"

“I'd think this is you and that makes you amazing.” His voice echoes through the living room. You look up to find Steve standing in the kitchen doorway with a beautiful smile.

You smile too and your eyes fill with tears again.

"Thanks!"

Steve goes to the couch, kneels down in front of it and lightly caresses your face.

"I love you! Your gender identity doesn't make me love you any less than I do. All I can do is make my love for you grow."

I've asked myself countless times if Joe would accept the fact that I'm bigender. That thought troubles me from time to time.

Would he agree to call me Tommy?

I know that my parents would never accept this fact and it hurts me, that's why I worry so much about what Joe would think, because I love him and would like to be accepted at least by him.

I like to think he would be open-minded enough to respect me and I'm sure Phil and Steve would never see your gender as an issue. You're an amazing person, how could they not love and especially respect you? With pride they would call you by whatever pronoun you wanna be called.

[appetite4savage]

Girl (Phil Collen)

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Warning: sexual content

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Y/N’s POV

The room was quiet, aside from the sounds of bodies and lips clashing together and the loss of breath we were both experiencing.

Our relationship escalated quickly. I went from being a stylist for the band to a friend with benefits before the first leg of the tour was over.

We were friendly at first, lightly flirting and teasing each other as normal friends do.

The friendly teasing then turned into pulling each other into whatever empty rooms we could find on tour and a quick slap on the ass in the hallways every now and then as we passed each other.

“What have I told you about wearing these?” His breath was hot against my ear as he grabbed the belt loops of my way-too-tight jeans to pull me even closer, if possible.

“Figured it wouldn’t matter considering they’d end up on the floor anyway.” I smirked at him as his teeth made their way to beneath my earlobe.

“You know they drive me insane. You wore them on purpose.” His voice spoke in a rough, lusty tone as his thumb fumbled with the button.

“Yeah? What are you going to do about it?” I raised an eyebrow.

His eyes shifted to a dark shade of desire. I’ve really done it now.

Before I could even blink, he picked me up and threw me hard on the bed. Shortly after, it creaked as he crawled above me.

“Are you sure you want to find out?” His grin was almost devilish.

I nod, and he quickly removes the denim wrapped around my legs then tosses them across the room.

“Bad, bad girl. Already soaked.” He says after spreading my thighs apart and kissing the inside of them gently.

He paused to observe the set I wore today before discarding the thin fabric to join my jeans.

I had little time to collect myself before his first thrust, fully bottoming out right away.

“Fuckin’ hell, Phil!”

He lets out a groan as my nails curve into him, my back arching.

“Where’d you learn those filthy words, eh?” His devious chuckle causes vibrations against me.

His motions are mechanical, yet passionate. It seemed as if he had no end in sight and yet, wanted to please us both as much as possible.

I yelp as his hands grip my thighs harder, probably leaving purple marks.

His broken moans and whispers of my name signal his release is near. I grip his hair tight as a sign that he better not pull out of me.

He understands my wordless hint, his movements getting slower and slower.

My stomach fills up with the warmth from him, my legs trembling from aftershocks. He peppers kisses all across my collarbone as he pulls out, leaving me feeling empty again.

I utter a moan of disgust as I don’t want this to be over yet. I wish I could just have this moment every single day. He collapses next to me, catching his breath and pulling the sheet over us.

He brushes a strand of hair from my face and smiles at me.

“What?”

“You’re just so beautiful.”

[genxrocker]

@appetite4savage @thiswatch-lepparddef-werehi

Could one of you talented ladies write a one shot with piano Joe? Maybe a cute bit of fluff?

🙃

[dreamy625]

Just keep dancing like we're twenty-two - one-shot

(Did I just use a Taylor Swift lyric for a title? Yes I did. I feel dirty.)

1983 and the Terror Twins, on a break between US dates of the Pyromania tour, are on a night out

Words: 2495

Content: Casual drinking, swearing

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“‘Ere, my mate thinks you’re fucking gorgeous”

“Oh does he? And who’s your mate?”

The forthright young man gestured behind him at another, also blond, but taller and skinnier and with considerably less swagger. When he realised he was being looked at, the second man ducked his head and stared fixedly at the floor.

“Cute,” thought Belinda, but she can’t be doing with shy, too much work for just one night. “Yeah, I don’t think so. But,” she reached out and smoothed down Phil’s collar where it had flicked up on one side, trailing her hand down the front of his shirt, “if you’re looking for some company this evening…? I just looove your accent…” She fluttered her eyelashes coquettishly. 

“I, um, I don’t… not that I wouldn’t want… but you know… my mate… I can’t leave him on his own y’see.”

“Ah well, your loss, sweetie.” She patted him on the head and strode off to look for a more susceptible prospect.

And that was the fifth strikeout of the evening; the two women they’d danced with early on had turned out to have husbands waiting at home; the group at the bar were on a hen night and the bride unconvinced by Phil’s argument that she should take this one last chance to bag an englishman; the girl Steve had bought a drink for had just been dumped by her boyfriend and cried at him for 45 minutes until he asked the barman to call her a cab; and a glamorous blonde whose stiletto heels made her about six inches taller than Phil had just looked him up and down and said ‘no’ before he even opened his mouth! After this latest failure, they retreated to a table beside the dancefloor to soothe their bruised egos with more vodka, and maybe reconsider their strategy. 

“I promised I’d get you laid for your birthday and I’m standing by that. Though at this rate I’m going to have to shag you myself!”

“Thanks for the offer, mate, but you’re not really my type. I think we just have to face the truth, I’m unfuckable.”

“Bollocks, I’ve seen loads of girls sneaking out of your room. Unless you’ve just been playing Scrabble with them in there?”

“Not loads, and that’s different, that’s after shows. They want to get with the guy they watched on stage. When it’s just this,” he gestured down at himself, “they’re not interested.”

“You’ve just got to put yourself out there. It’s a numbers game - if you ask enough, one of ‘em’s gotta say yes. Basic statistics innit!”

“Maybe I don’t want just anyone who’ll have me.”

“Then that’s your problem; it’s not your ugly mug, it’s your attitude - too picky.” He scanned the club and then tilted his head in the direction of a couple of girls carrying brightly coloured drinks and weaving through the tables in search of somewhere to sit. “What about those two? A redhead, I know they’re your favourite.”

Steve looked, with only moderate enthusiasm. “Not bad. I do like her hair. Go on then, do your thing.”

“Alright.” He rubbed his hands together. “But you’ve got to make some effort. At least smile - all the birds go nuts for the Clark smile!”

The owner of the ‘Clark smile’ rolled his eyes but obligingly pasted on what he hoped was a friendly and appealing grin.

Phil stepped into the path of the two wandering women and, dialling his chirpy cockney persona up to maximum, waylaid them with, “Ladies, if you’d be so kind as to join us, you’d be makin’ two lonely travellers in your great country very ‘appy.”

The two women exchanged sidelong glances, and when the redhead opened her mouth, ‘nah, you’re alright, mate’ came out in an equally strong East London accent.

Phil gaped at them - he was relying on American girls swooning in the face of British charm and had no back-up plan for unexpectedly encountering two of his fellow countrywomen, so all he could do was watch as they carried on their way, giggling. 

Steve shook his head, the enticing smile turning into a grimace. “This is getting embarrassing.” He drained the last of his drink and dropped the glass back on the table with a clunk. “I’m going for a piss.”

When he got back, Phil was talking to a petite black woman in a bright blue dress at the bar and, miracle of miracles, she actually seemed to be talking back. 

“Yep, it’s definitely me that’s the problem,” he muttered under his breath. “He’s sodding Erol Flynn when I’m not there cramping his style.” He was highly tempted just to go back to the hotel and leave his Twin to it, but before he could make the move, Phil spotted him and waved him over.

“This is my mate I was telling you about; Steve, meet Denise, and this is Suzy.”

A woman Steve hadn’t noticed before, slouching against the bar, lifted her hand in a lacklustre greeting. She was tall and a little mousey in comparison with her brightly-attired friend, and would be pretty enough if she didn’t look quite so grumpy. She would be the designated 'have you got a friend for my pal who's too inept to find someone himself' then. Oh well, better than playing gooseberry again - frequently Steve's fate on nights out with Phil.

Small talk was not Steve’s forte, and the best he could manage was essentially ‘what’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?’.

“So, err, what brings you and your friend here tonight?”

“We were supposed to have dates, but they stood us up.” She glared at Steve who, as a representative of the male sex, was apparently at least partially to blame for this slight.

“Oh…sorry…” Not a great start. “They must be total idiots then,” he declared in a hopeful stab at gallantry. 

“Or we are, to have agreed to it in the first place,” she muttered, still frowning. 

Steve waved to the barman and ordered doubles of everything for everyone, hoping that alcohol would serve as social lubricant. After a fortifying gulp of his vodka and orange, he tried again.

"How do you and… Denise was it? Know each other?"

"We're roommates. We were at college together and decided to stay and get jobs after we graduated."

"What do you do now?"

"I'm a techie at the Paramount; Denise is a junior buyer at Nordstrom's. Much more glamorous."

"The Paramount? The theatre?"

"You know it?"

"I think we played there last time we were here. We're… in a band," he added offhandedly. 

"Your friend said. I wasn't sure I believed him; a lot of guys say they're in a band. If they think it's going to impress a girl."

"Oh. Well I don’t know about that, but we actually are."

"Is it one I'll have heard of?"

"Maybe. Def Leppard?" She looked blank so he half-sang, "Photograph… I don’t want your photograph…" and made some drrng drring noises with accompanying mime.

"Oh, yeah, I might have heard that on the radio. Not really my thing though, sorry."

Crestfallen, Steve didn't really have a comeback for that. He took a long swallow of his drink and looked across to where Phil was whispering into Denise's ear, something funny apparently given the giggling response. "Well they seem to be getting along nicely," he observed.

"Yeah. Sorry you're stuck with me."

"Not at all, nowhere I'd rather be."

"That's sweet of you, but you don't have to pretend. I'm always the consolation prize; I mean look at her, she’s so gorgeous, and tiny, and peppy, and I’m just this great galumphing giraffe next to her.”

“No, you’re very… err…” he floundered, looking for a word that was flattering but not patronising, “...elegant.” She rolled her eyes. “And you’re not that tall.” He straightened up and stepped nearer - her forehead was level with his eyes. “See,” he said, putting both hands on her waist, “perfect height! …For… dancing…?” he hazarded, suddenly realising just how up close and personal he had got. “Err, would you… like to?”

For a moment it looked like she was going to turn him down, but when a glance along the bar revealed the other two gazing into each other's eyes and clearly about ten seconds from sucking face, she acquiesced with a halfhearted ‘oh alright then’. 

Now Steve was no dancer but, since his feeble attempts at flirtatious chitchat had entirely failed, he had decided to deploy his only other weapon - making an idiot of himself in the hopes of at least raising a smile. It was a risky strategy, with embarrassment followed by a speedy retreat as likely a reaction as laughter, but at this point he had no other options and was just drunk enough to deem it worth a go. And obligingly the DJ was playing Prince so, having led them far enough into the dancing throng that he wouldn’t be a spectacle to everyone watching from the bar, he busted out his best, most exaggerated, hip-popping, shoulder-shimmying moves. For about twenty seconds Suzy just stood there staring wide-eyed as he threw himself around, then she shrugged and, to Steve’s delight, launched into a routine of her own that suggested she might have seen a few too many John Travolta movies! After bouncing and gyrating through three songs, to the increasing irritation of their fellow dancers who had to try and keep out of the way of Steve’s flailing arms, the DJ put on a smoochier number and Steve held out his hand and twirled his partner into a more typical slow dance hold. She leaned into him, out of breath but grinning.

“You are crazy!” she panted.

“Look who’s talking, Ginger Rogers!”

Looking over Steve's shoulder, she raised her eyebrows as she spotted their two friends still by the bar but now entwined like amorous octopuses. "I think it might be time for us all to get out of here, before those two commit an act of public indecency!"

Steve let himself be pulled off the dancefloor, feeling that this evening might be working out okay after all.

The boys' oh so classy hotel, with nylon bedspreads and perpetually dripping shower, appealed to precisely no one, so the group left the club for the short walk to the girls' downtown apartment. Progress to their destination was slowed by Phil and Denise's apparent need to have at least three body parts in contact at all times, and the other two opted to walk on the opposite side of the street, pausing at each corner for the lovers to catch up. Conversation flowed more easily now, Steve sharing stories of life on the road and Suzy detailing the backstage antics of the various bands who'd played at the theatre. When Steve let slip that it was his birthday, Suzy was a little sad to learn that, being so far from home, he hadn’t really done anything to celebrate it, just the few cards that had managed to make it to the right hotel on time and this night out with Phil.

“Oh no, I don’t think we’ve even got any cake. I could stick a candle in a packet of cookies if you like?”

“Mmm, burning plastic is so festive!”

“You're supposed to blow it out before it starts a fire, dumbass.”

“Ohh, that’s what I’ve been doing wrong!”

They stopped to wait for the dawdlers and Suzy asked, “There must be something nice I can give you for your birthday?” 

The way she said it - he wasn’t sure if he was being flirted with. “What did you have in mind?” he asked lightly, not presuming. But she just gave him a sideways smile and started walking again.

"So, coffee?" Suzy asked when they entered the small two-bedroom walk-up. But the other couple were practically clawing each other's clothes off in the hall and vanished into Denise's bedroom without even replying.

“I guess just me then,” replied Steve, feeling suddenly shy again now that the evening was rapidly approaching the point where he would need to make some kind of move. That was the advantage of the groupies - even if those girls weren’t necessarily the type he would have gone for in the regular non-showbiz world, they made most of the running and he didn’t have to find anything clever or suave to say beyond ‘ullo in his apparently adorable British accent. Real girls were harder and he was out of practice.

“Livingroom’s through there,” she told him, “make yourself comfortable.”

Taking cups out of the cupboard, Suzy reconsidered her original intention to maybe get Steve’s number and then send him on his way. Hook-ups weren’t really her thing, and the guys were only in town for another few days before disappearing to the other end of the country but… he was pretty cute, and funny, and it would be better than trying to avoid listening to the other two go at it all night through the wall. While the coffeemaker dripped, she used the darkened window as a mirror to fluff up her hair and wipe any stray mascara from under her eyes. Before picking up the two cups, she rearranged her top so it draped enticingly over one shoulder and added a swish to her walk as she re-entered the living room. However, she quickly realised that her feminine wiles would be wasted - their intended recipient was fast asleep on the couch. Briefly she considered waking him, but he looked so peaceful, and it was nearly 2am. She took the coffees back to the kitchen and poured both of them down the sink - no point being awake if there was no one to play with. She found a blanket and laid it gently over the sleeping man. 

“Happy birthday, sweetheart,” she murmured, and kissed him on the cheek. 

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Epilogue:

When Steve opened his eyes the next morning, it took him a minute or so to work out where he was - oh yeah, those two girls from the nightclub. Ah, but he was on a sofa and, he checked, fully dressed, so clearly whatever seduction technique he'd attempted had been rebuffed. 

“Morning, sunshine!”

A pretty girl with mussed-up hair and mile-long legs appearing from the bottom of a John Denver t-shirt was smiling at him. He smiled back while the words ‘Sarah… Samantha… Suzy!’ crawled through his befuddled brain.

“Do you want your birthday present?” She held out a toothbrush, new and still in its packaging. 

“But it’s not my birthday anymore.”

“Pretend. Bathroom’s second door on the left down the hall.”

Not awake enough to argue, Steve took it and shambled to the bathroom. When he reemerged, feeling a bit more with it after peeing, brushing his teeth, and washing his face with cold water, Suzy was leaning in the doorway of the bedroom opposite.

“Nice t-shirt,” he teased.

“Just get in here before I change my mind, birthday boy.”

[i-love-def-leppard]

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

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

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WARNING: detailed smut ahead ‼️

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1983 Pyromania Tour - backstage

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mmm, Joe” you moan into his ear.

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

Shit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuckk. That was so hot.

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

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

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

He too was getting increasingly desperate for some relief.

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

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

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

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

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

There will definitely be marks later.

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

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

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

“Like what ya see?” he proudly questions.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuuucckkk-” he moans with relief.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, they can definitely hear us right now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you, Y/N.” he says.

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

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

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

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

“Oh, definitelyyy.”

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[usedtobecooler]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God damn you, Def Leppard.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Only you don't do that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[make-me-your-animal]

Lover, leaver

Vivian campbell smut

@leppardcampbelllove

Warnings: This is basically just porn. Very little plot. As always, I hope you enjoy ❤️❤️

“Oh fuck viv” I groaned looking down to where the handsome irishman kneeled. One of my legs was hooked over his shoulder as he ghosted feather light kisses up and down the expanse of my thigh. Every once in a while, he would nip my skin, making me yelp. I had one hand in his wild curls, the other gripping the counter behind me, trying to keep my balance as I was dizzy on lust.

His fingers curled deep inside me not moving fast or hard enough to get me anywhere just enough to drive me fucking insane and it was working.

This was never supposed to happen, but I would be insane to stop it now. I was in too far deep. I was completely at his mercy. He knew it, too.

Vivian looked up at me with a grin as I let out a relatively loud shriek as he sunk his teeth into the innermost part of my thigh at the same time as a particularly rough upward thrust of his ring and middle finger. “Quiet love, wouldn't want any of the boys to hear you” he chastised, placing a soft kiss to the mark he just left. Sometimes, I think he wanted the guys to hear.

“Viv please” I begged quietly, desperately needing to get off.

“Well since you asked so nicely” he cooed, leaning forward letting his breath fan across the span of my most intimate skin just to hear me whine a final time before grabbing my hips and pulling me in like a starving man. My hand on the wall flew to my mouth to muffle the loud moan he ripped from my body as he sucked harshly on my clit.

My hips moved forward on their own accord, grinding against Vivians face. He did stop me. In fact, he only gripped my hips harder and helped guide me in a steady rhythm. I let my hand fall back to the wall, tugging on his hair. “feels so good”

Viv looked up watching me as he lashed my clit with his tongue. I wondered what I looked like to him naked leaning against the counter in his dressing room. Completely exposed unlike him. He was still completely dressed.

A knock on the door startled me, causing me to try and push Vivian away, but his grip on me never wavered. He paused, waiting for the person on the other side to say something. “20 minutes till house lights” another crew member shouted.

I wondered if he knew what was happening on the other side of the door. Vivian pulled away from me, only to shout back in a raspy voice. “Be out in ten”

I could hear the crew member snicker as he walked away. He absolutely knew what was happening. Viv grinned up at me, his lips and chin glistening with my arousal. The sight alone was enough for me to moan softly.

“Guess our secrets out love” he wiped his face on the back of his hand as he lowered my leg to the ground and moved to stand. Once he was standing in front of me he crowded into my space again trailing his hand from my hip to between my legs strumming my clit like he would strum his guitar in less than 20 minutes.

He watched my face as he brought me right back to the edge he had me teetering on moments before. “Gonna cum for me love?”

I nod, moving my hand back to my mouth to quiet the moans and shrieks that he ripped out of my mouth. He grabbed my wrist, pinning it down to the counter. That act alone sent me tumbling over the edge. His name tumbled from my lips like a chant as my body shook and arched. An explosion of pleasure tearing through me made my legs weak. He held me through it all, keeping me upright until I was trying to pull away from the overstimulation. He tapped my clit a few final times before pulling his hand away completely bringing it to his lips to lick the sticky digits clean.

“Fuck” i pant my legs threatening to give out again at the sight. Viv grinned, wiping the rest of it on a towel behind me. He kissed my forehead before pulling me in until my head was resting on his shoulder. He whispered sweet little nothings in my ear as I came down from my high.

“Do you?” I said quietly after a moment. “Do you think the guys know?”

Viv chuckled softly, stroking my hair out of my face. “Baby after that, the whole venue knows”

My cheeks heated up as I hid my face against vivs neck, closing my eyes. I knew I didn't have long before he had to go do his job, but I wanted a few more moments in our own personal paradise.

“I got to go” he cooed after a moment, slowly trying to untangle our limbs.

“I know” I sighed, leaning back against the counter and looking him over. I helped him straighten his outfit, making sure to run my hand over the noticeable bulge in his too tight pants like that alone would convince him to stay. Viv, in return, grabbed my face, pulling me into a breathtaking kiss. But it was over just as fast as it began, and then he was heading for the door.

“Be here when i get back?” he asked, looking over his shoulder at me.

“Always am” I grinned, reaching for his robe to wrap around my now chilly body as he left the room.

[pyromaniac9]

joe elliott and rick savage ❣️❣️🔥