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Mañana y viernes estoy por Bilbao! 📍En @la_dotline ________ Este diseño es uno de mis favoritos, de los mas especiales. Lo dibujé hace un par de años antes de un concierto en la barra del @gruta_77 🎸🎶🔥 para @kiketcb, el #rocker mas rocker de todos. Por mas conciertos y tercios! #jairock #rockandroll #rockabilly #booze #birra #psychobilly #psychobillytattoo #rockabillytattoo #drinking #beer #beertattoo #tattoo #tatuajes #traditionaltattoo #tradi #neotraditionaltattoo #oldschooltattoo #oldschool #tupe #pompadour #madridtattoo #bilbaotattoo #euskaditattoo #spaintattoo https://www.instagram.com/p/B9CxVKOpzD1/?igshid=1knr3g28wr6eq

Brannigan #Jam playing bass with my little #rocker cousins - "Don't Stop Believing."

yeah! lentes nuevos lml, aver cuanto me duran x]

ya casi termino de hacer la placa para este bajo antes era genial ahora quedara chingon lml, x] 

bienvenidos a la coleccion :3 ya porfin 10 vinilos y 2 cd's :v x] 

x]

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,cheating

words:325

Your best friend was passed out right next to you, drunk off too many glasses. She had always been a heavy sleeper and it had annoyed you how hard she was to wake up. That was before you had her boyfriend’s huge dick inside you. It almost hurt how big he was, stretching your cunt out as his massive hands guided your hips up and down.

“That’s a good little slut. How does that big dick feel?” izzy's voice low as he looked at you with hazel eyes that were completely darkened. You knew this was wrong, you were being a terrible terrible friend. This man though had a chokehold on you though.

“So-.. so big.” You whimpered, your pussy soaking his cock.

Chucking darkly, he slid his hands down to your bare ass. “I’m about to show you how big your best friend’s boyfriend’s dick is.” He whispered, holding you tightly as he started to thrust up into you. You wanted to scream, his massive length hitting your sweet spot with each thrust. You bit your lower lip, tucking your head into his neck as he leaned in towards your ear. “Fucking you raw right next to your best friend. Hmm.. she doesn’t even get that.”

His words were dirty. Wrong as you should feel, all you could think about was how you were about to cum all over his dick. If your best friend didn’t hear the sounds of skin slapping and heavy breathing, she was sure to hear the sounds of your wet cunt.

“I’m a-about.. to cum.” You moan into his neck with a whine to your voice as this man had no signs of slowing down. His pants in your ear, low growls had you clenching down onto his cock.

"You might have to tell your best friend that you are knocked up with my baby.” izzy's voice still in your ear as you felt his cum shoot inside you.

The may I can only write when im bored and its mosly smut😭 but i have keith richards smut in my notes should i post it?

slash xfem!reader reader is Axl's gf

warnings:smut,cheating

words:196

This was so wrong. Your head was cloudy from the alcohol and the music bumping off the walls from the party going on. You looked at yourself in the mirror of the bathroom. Tits spilling out of the tiny pink dress, maybelline lipgloss smeared, face completely fucked out. You couldn’t think straight as your boyfriend’s best friend was demolishing your pussy. You don’t even remember how it got to this, besides Axl was being an asshole from the minute you arrived at the party mixed in with a few shots of Vodka with Duff

“What would Axl think that his girlfriend is getting her shit pounded in by his best friend?” slash's tone, condescending as he pulled all the way out making you whine from the loss of contact. “And acting like a slut when I pull out.” He laughed.

“slash please..” You whimpered pathetically.

His large hand came to your throat, squeezing it tightly as he slammed back into you with full force. Thick dick filling your soaked hole once again making your tummy feel funny. “slash please.” He mocked you like the asshole he was. You loved it though. He put you in check, unlike Axl who would guilt trip you and storm off. He looked so fucking good too. top hat still on his head, shirt lifted up to expose those toned abs as he thrusted into.

“I knew you were a little bimbo slut the moment Axl started dating you. Running around in all those tiny skirts with your ass hanging out. Drooling on a fucking sucker while you bat those pretty eyelashes. You have no idea what you do to me.” His voice making your clench his cock.

“Keep that shit up you are gonna make me blow my load inside you.”

First slash fic how is it

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!