Ngl...i Might Just Post Another Izzy Stradlin One-shot Agin Because No One Really Writes For Him..what

or if yall have anyone else in mind let me knowww<3

Izzy stradlin X fem!reader

words:284

warnings:..step siblings , smut

"Izzy-.it's almost time for dinner." You protested, your voice in a small broken whimper as the lips of your step-brother wrapped around your nipple as the other was being squeezed by a massive hand. "We are having people over.

Pulling back with a small pop, he looked up at you through heavy hazle eyes, greasy black locks framing his face. Ever since the two of you had been messing around behind your family, izzy had become obsessed with your tits. Whether that be playing them while he fucked you, getting a quick squeeze in before everyone came down from breakfast, or his favorite which was sucking them roughly into his mouth for hours.

"I don't give a shit, let me suck your fucking tits for however long I want." He told you, before leaning his head back down to have his lips around your nipple again. He sucked at them hungrily, switching back and forth between each breast.

You knew that ur father , his mother or your step-brothers would be coming to knock on your door any minute, wondering where you were. But the feeling of your panties dampening the more he groaned against your tits, had you not caring about the guests that were soon to arrive.

"Can you touch my.. my pussy.?" You whispered, looking down at him with pleading eyes, needing something more as you practically dry humping him.

His pink lips swollen, izzy laughed taking the palm of his hand to squeezing your hardened nipple. "We've are having people over. It'll have to wait." He smirked, smacking the other one, only to leave you sitting there, panties soaked and a frown.

All because of your step-brother.

an: should inpost a Tom keifer smut? and look i finally postedd after idk how long hope its good <3

keith richards x younger! fem reader

warnings:smut..(obviously)

words:312

He’s not controlling at all! He trusts you, he just doesn’t trust anyone else. Especially your annoying and bitchy friend who makes comments about how you’re “too young to be locked down.” It made his teeth grind, she made his teeth grind. He didn’t trust her, and he didn’t want her to corrupt your perfect mind.

After attempting to convince you for an hour to not go, trying things like asking you nicely to full blown on his knees begging, he decided to take a different approach

He had you pressed against the door, basically sitting against his face and his arms are wrapped under your thighs to limit your movement. You try to push him away, letting out choked gasps as he just pulled you closer. His strong grip left you defenseless, gripping onto his hair and the wall as his nose brushed against your clit and tongue pushed into your weeping hole.

He’s messy, face soaked from tears and your juices, big eyes staring up at you, so puffy and wet. His little hiccups as he sucks on your clit make you pout, “ke-keith, breathe baby—“ he cuts you off with a hum as he shakes his head ‘no’, more tears gathering in his eyes. Do you not want him? Is that why you’re so eager to leave?

He has no choice but to eat you out until you’re slumped over, babbling incoherent words as he draws another orgasm out of you. It’s now you who’s crying, your body feeling so weak and your ears constantly ringing. keith weakly licked at your sore pussy, making you twitch with every drag of his tongue.

He pulls away, tears dried against his face and the sadness replaced with cocky smirk as he allows you to lean on him for support. “Still feel like going out babe?”

I write alot of smut so i think im js gonna write that

and first keith one-shot how is it?

I made a meme

Mick Jagger x fem!reader

warnings:smut

words:596

It’s hot. Sickeningly so. The humid air renders your skin clammy, the thin material of your floral sundress practically glued the the dampness of your thighs. The feeling of mick’s warm breath on your neck doesn’t help you feel any cooler, either, but with his hands nestled between your legs, you find it hard to mind.

“Oh, God — you’re so lovely,” He murmurs, his lips wet on the slither of space behind your ear. He touches you expertly, his index and middle finger scissoring you open, his thumb rubbing firmly over your clit.

All you can do is whimper in response, your back arching up from the fabric of the backseats of the truck. Your breasts press up to his chest, nipples hard through your pretty little dress. One of your arms is wrapped around his broad back, keeping him held close, keeping his face nuzzled into your neck.

“mick.” You mewl, eyelashes wet with pleased tears. He’s so close, his hips flush with yours, the hardness of his erection pushing into your hipbone. The skirt of your outfit is around your waist, the fabric damp from the slickness trickling down from between your thighs

“I know, baby, I know.” Your boyfriend whispers, letting out his own, soft grunt. The sun beats down through the window, “I got you, I promise.” mick adds, peppering kisses down the column of your throat. His hips roll down against yours, his fingers not giving up their pace as he prods at your sensitive spot over and over and over. He thumbs over your throbbing clit, a pleased sound slipping past his lips as you grow slicker around him.

You moan, unashamed, eyes fluttering shut. Your nails dig into his shoulder through the material of his silk shirt. Your walls clench around his fingers, sucking him in, your tummy tight and desperate for an orgasm. “Fuck — please. Please, mick, please, please.”

His mouth moves from your neck, his arched nose rubbing over your jaw. His lips drag up your chin, then to the corner of your mouth, leaving trails of wet. When he finally kisses you, it’s messy, your lower face tainted with spit. Your teeth clash, noses bumping, micks’ tongue rubbing over yours.

It’s not long before he has you cumming around his fingers, the two digits rubbing right over your g-spot, the pad of his thumb tugging on your reddened clit. Your head tips back onto the seat as you finish, eyes shut, lips swollen and parted in a silent wail of joy.

mick withdrawals his fingers after a moment with a slick sound. He leans back onto his heels, his knees planted on on the seats, the backs of your thighs draped over the front of his. “Fuckin christ,” he murmurs, his eyes glued to your cunt.

He uses both thumbs to spread you apart, and he sucks in a sharp breath. Your hole twitches, wet and leaking, still fluttering in the aftermath of your orgasm. He chews on his bottom lip, the highs of his cheeks tinged pink from both the heat and the lust pouding through his veins.

Your cheeks burn with embarrassment, and the desire to clench your legs shut washes over you. He’s practically drooling, his thumbs keeping you spread, his brows furrowed as he stares down at your pussy. For a moment, he doesn’t move. Then, in a short movement, he leans in closer, and spits.

You jerk at the sudden feeling, a little whimper leaving your lips. His salvia dribbles down over your raw clit, then down to your hole, all the while mick watches with his hungry gaze. “Your poor little pussy.” He whispers, his amber eyes flickering up the length of your body until they meet yours.

“Does it hurt?” He asks in a mutter, his eyes not leaving yours as he reaches down. He unbuckles his belt with one hand, the metal clanking loudly throughout the small space of the backseats. Meanwhile, his other hand reaches for you once more, spreading his spit all over your bare sex.

You shake your head, chewing on your bottom lip. “Doesn’t hurt, micky.” Your chest is heaving, brain still a little fuzzy from the orgasm, and the feeling of his fingers dragging over your slicked folds. You reach down to hitch your dress higher around your waist, the thin straps falling down the slopes of your shoulders ever so slightly.

“Good.” mick says, a smile cracking over his lips. He finishes undoing his belt and tosses it aside, and it lands with a clunk in the footwell. His big hands fumble to tug down his bell bottoms, and he leans in close once more.

“You’re lovely.” He tells you again, his voice soft.his breath warm on your mouth.

You giggle at the compliment, rolling your hips up towards him. You take in a sharp breath when you feel him bare and leaking against you. “You’re wonderful.” You reply softly, hands coming up to cradle either side of his face, your thumbs brushing over his cheeks .

And with that he’s pushing into you, slowly, and working you open. His cock wedges perfectly within you, your walls tight and warm and welcoming. he lets out a strained grunt, his head dropping down to rest in the space between your full breasts.

“O-oh, s- sh-hit, .” You whine, back arching. Your legs wrap around his waist, the heels of your feet digging into the small of his back. Your body’s are both slick with perspiration, the windows of the truck fogged up from the heat within.

“fuck.” He says with a heavy breath. His hands come up to tug down the top of your summer dress, exposing your pretty tits. Without a moment of hesitation, his lips come down to wrap around a pink nipple. “Fuckin’ perfect, ” He mumbles against your warm skin, hips rocking against yours.

You moan once more, insides clenching tight around the length of him. he pulls out, almost all the way, before he’s slamming back into you, the roughness of his pubic hair rubbing over your sensitive skin.

While his mouth works on one nipple, his fingers play with the other, tugging and twisting. His thrusts within you are echoed by wet smacks, slickness coating the both of you and the backseat under the curve of your ass.

“Feels good.” You tell him, voice breaking as you take in a shaking breath. Your hands run down the length of his muscled back, pulling pathetically where his silk shirt is tucked into his bell bottoms.

“I know, honey. Can feel that tight cunt clenching around me.” mick mutters , letting out a sound that’s halfway between a chuckle and a low grunt. His lips move up from your puffy nipples to the column of your throat, littering your skin with wet, bruising love bites.

For a few minutes, you revel in each other’s bodies. mick’ hands travel all over the expanse of your body, his lips not far behind, his cock making brutal work of abusing your warm insides. A harmony of your soft moans and his grunts fill the truck, the whole thing rocking beneath you with the force of his thrusts.

After a while, you’re unsure if you can take it anymore. Soft sobs leave your swollen lips, your head tilted back, forehead and neck sticky with your sweat. You’re gasping for breaths, your used pussy tightening around him with each passing moment. “Fuck — I’m close.” You confess in a broken whisper, eyes glassy with tears.

mick let’s out a shuddering breath. His hand clenches by the side of your head, the tendons and veins beneath his skin flexing with the movement. His face comes up to meet yours once more, away from your breasts. “You can cum, pretty. I’m not gonna stop you.” He murmurs, pressing his lips to yours.

With his cock deep within you, his mouth warm on yours, you orgasm once more. A soft cry leaves your lips, the sound vibrating through him. mick feels you tighten impossibly more, pussy spasming and milking him for all he’s worth.

mick curses, and for a second, you think he’s gonna finish inside you. Before you have chance to protest, he’s swiftly pulling out of you, his big hand flying to run over his reddened cock.

“Fuck, fuck — lemme finish on your tits.” He moans, tugging down your sundress to expose even more of your supple skin. He jerks himself off, eyes glued to your stretched out, sore, pussy, a chorus of grunts leaving his mouth.

“Please, cum. I want you to cum on me, mick, I need to see you —”

He doesn’t last any longer. With a high-pitched sound, that you’d describe as a whimper, he finishes, his eyes fluttering shut. The sun shining through the back window illuminates your skin perfectly, where warm, sticky ropes of semen coat your pretty breasts.

mick cracks his eyes open. Neither of you say anything, instead just catching your breath. After a moment, his fingers come down, swiping his cum over your tits. Without words, he’s saying ‘you’re all mine.’

A/N : This was major dookie 

izzy stradlin x fem!reader

warnings: smut

words:246

Izzy stradlin loves it when you go all dumb on him. that sweet spot after your second or third orgasm when your babbling nears incoherent, broken whimpers and whines falling from your mouth as your pretty eyes grow starry and dazed. the point of overstimulation where your mind goes fuzzy and you can’t distinct whether you want him to stop or keep going, so the only intelligible words coming out of you are ‘Izzy’ and ‘please’

oh, he’s so mean about it, too. all mocking pouts and teasing coos against the shell of your ear ‘thought this was what you wanted, sweetheart, hm?’ ‘what was that, baby? couldn’t hear you, you’re gonna need to speak up’

over and over, he’ll curl his fingers up against that spot that has you crying out and clawing at his back, thumb brushing your clit every so often as your shaky thighs close around his wrist. you’re not getting away that easy, though, and of course he parts them once more with a strong hand before clicking his tongue in disapproval.

it’s just something about seeing you like this that sets him off on a power trip— the feel of your wet cunt fluttering around his fingers, pink lips parted and glistening while your eyes roll back into your head. god, don’t get him started on the tear tracks that run down your flushed cheeks. the sight of you begging— no, crying for him has him harder than he’s been in his life.

he’d never admit it, but it’s better any line he could’ve done, satisfies him more than any high he’s been on. it may seem the other way around, but you have Izzy stradlin wrapped around your finger.

First izzy post how is it ? If you want me to write about anyone let me know and if you want fluff angst , or smut ill try my best to write

Thank you!

okay...who should i write abt smut-wise ..not izzy stradlin rn bcs if we go in my notes app we'll all see i have 10+ smut stories PENSKKSSLSBUT SERIOUSLY I NEED NAMES PEOPLE 😘😘 ANYONE FROM ANY BAND DUCES😘

Izzy stradlin X fem!reader

words:838

warnings:none..?

You and the band are backstage hanging out after a show. You're with your boyfriend Izzy, talking about what y'all are gonna do when the tour's over.

You and Izzy met two years ago before Guns N' Roses got famous. You were hanging out with your friends at a bar when you had to use the bathroom. As you were turning the corner, Izzy bumped into you. Izzy never believed in love at first sight, but when he saw you, he swore he felt his heart beat faster. He immediately wanted to know you, so he introduced himself and asked for your number. You gave it to him, and the next morning, he called to meet up. After a few weeks of hanging out, he asked you out and later introduced you to the band. Everyone in the band loved you as you were a breath of fresh air, different from the groupies that always tried to pave their way into their lives. Except for Axl, that is. Axl loves you in a friend way, of course, but sometimes he feels like you're always taking Izzy's time away from the band.

Back to now. As you and Izzy are talking, you get thirsty. "Izzy, I'm gonna go get a drink. I'll be back," you say softly, so softly that he wouldn't have caught it if y'all weren't close. Izzy nods his head and in a soft tone replies, "Alright, baby, don't take long, okay? Longer than two minutes, and I'm finding you." You laugh, "Okay, Iz."

You head to the beverage table and grab a Coke and a water bottle. As you walk back to Izzy, you notice that Axl is talking to him, so you sit silently next to Izzy, drinking your Coke and smiling at Axl, waiting for him to finish. Axl nods his head to you. "Izzy... can we go back to the hotel in 20 minutes?" you say softly, but Axl hears it and scoffs, "Really? Y'all barely hang out with us, and you want to leave already? You're a pushover, Y/N," Axl says, chuckling at the end.

Izzy looks at him, "What the fuck did you just say?" he asks in an angry low tone, getting protective over you. Axl smirks, "I said your girlfriend's a pushover, that's what I said." You look at Axl, hurt. You didn't think you were a pushover. Then you think about all the times when Izzy would stay home when he was supposed to meet up with the band but stayed home because you asked. "Am I a pushover?" you think.

Izzy stands up, and so does Axl. Izzy gets in Axl's face. "Don't," Izzy says as he pushes Axl back. As Axl stumbles back a little, Izzy pushes him again. "Ever call her a pushover. She isn't, and you know that shit." The rest of the guys look over, confused, and stand up in case a fight breaks out. Slash comes up to you and grabs your arm. "Hey, come over here," Slash says, taking your hand and standing in front of you a bit, not wanting anything to happen to you.

Axl chuckles a little, "Come on, Iz... you know I'm joking. I wouldn't disrespect her for real." Izzy shakes his head. "Fuck you, you shouldn't even be joking about shit to begin with," he says as he storms off and slams the door.

Everyone goes silent. Axl looks at you, "Y/N, you know I was messing around, right? I didn't mean that, and if it made you upset, I'm sorry. I didn't know he was gonna blow up like that," he says in a sincere tone.

You look at him and shake your head. "No, it's alright... it was just a joke," you say, giving him a light smile, not really knowing what else to say. You look at the guys and say, "Bye." Slash is still holding your hand and squeezes it softly as he says goodbye. You hurry out of the room to look for Izzy. You see him in the corner smoking a cigarette.

He sees you and walks up to you, kissing you softly on the lips. "Hey, baby. I'm sorry for leaving you in there. I just had to leave before I did something I'd regret in front of you. You okay? He didn't say anything after I left, did he?" he says lowly. You can tell he's still angry but trying to suppress it.

You gently grab his face. "No, baby, he didn't say anything to me, only that he was sorry." Izzy listens to you, nods his head slowly, and looks you in the eye. "You know I would never let anything happen to you, okay?" he says as he presses his forehead against yours and kisses you passionately. You smile, "Yeah, I know, baby," as you lean into him. He wraps his arms around you and rocks you back and forth. "Let's go home now," Izzy says and kisses your cheek.

an: this is the first story ive written that wasnt smut...character improvement i guess. anywho please rate this because idk how to feel about it😭 OH!! and im posting a smut later abt izzy bcs he won on the poll thing

posting my first one-shot tomorrow abt izzy stradlin xfem!reader

its smut and i hope yall like it , it was my first time writing

And can yall tell me if yall want smut,fluff or angst with anyone and ill try my best to write it

byee xoxo

Izzy Stradlin XFem!reader

Words:266

Warnings: smut..duh

cmon baby one more..." he coos into your ear, nails still digging into the fleshy fat of your ass as he guides your hips up and down on his girthy cock. he was determined to get one more orgasm from you. he had to.

it felt like forever. you had been bouncing up and down on his shaft for what felt like ages. you couldn't even recall when it all had started. one orgasm to another, he simply couldn't get enough. he was addicted.

you felt that same knot in your stomach tighten again, this time it was much tighter and intense. the grip you had on his shoulders tightened, your nails engraving small crescents.

your boyfriend had noticed this, he swiftly grabs onto your waist, lifting you up and slamming himself into you at an cervix bruising pace. it was so quick you could barely could even process your own high approaching by second. then you felt it.

back arched, eyes rolled all the way back, jaw dropped, legs trembling. it was intense and heavenly. you've never felt anything so good in your life. it was so good that you didn't even notice the fluid you had squirted everywhere.

as you came back down from your high you realized your boyfriends thrusts had came to an abrupt end. "w-whyd you stop?" you ask, somewhat disappointed. but your boyfriend was looking into your eyes, a cheeky smirk plastered all over his face. "baby- you squirted on me..." he panted out, slowly beginning to buck his hips into your cunt again.you notice the tacky thin layer of liquid painted between your thighs and his lap. you let out a breathy sigh before your boyfriend whispers into your ear.

"y'think you could do that again for me pretty?"

an: the story ive been gatekeeping for like 2-3 days😭😭 SORRY FOR THAT BTW...im very forgetful and i sleep alot😁