⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ★ . . . My Boyfriend’s Pretty Cool

he’s the love of my life wdym we’ll never get married and live happily ever after

Requested✨✨

Popcorn & Panties🥵

Warning ‼️ (Public smex, dirty talk, quiet moans)

Sorry this is kinda late, I was going to post this yesterday, but I had to catch up on some homework and I also had work this morning sooooo.. here’s a new story. Hope you guys like it especially @slashduffizzysgf 😘

Y/N POV

The lights dimmed and the movie started, but I barely noticed. My eyes flicked to the row in front of me, Duff, Slash, Axl, and Steven were already getting into it, whispering and tossing popcorn like overgrown kids.

But I was only focused on the man beside me. Izzy sat back, long legs stretched out, that usual slouch like he owned the whole damn theater. His hand rested casually on my thigh, thumb stroking slow circles through the fabric of my jeans. Just enough to drive me crazy.

He leaned in, lips brushing my ear. “You okay, baby?”

I nodded, but the truth was, I was yearning for his touch. The way his fingers teased, the smell of his leather jacket, the heat between us… it was too much.

“Izzy,” I whispered, my voice tight. “I need you.”

He looked at me, those dark eyes smoldering, jaw clenched like he was trying to keep control. I didn’t give him the chance to say no, I slipped from my seat and carefully slid into his lap, straddling him in the dark.

He sucked in a sharp breath. “Fuck, Y/N… here?”

I smirked, grinding my hips just enough to make him groan low in his throat. “Be quiet, baby,” I whispered, lips brushing his. “Unless you want the whole band to hear how good I make you feel.”

He didn’t need more convincing. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me against him. Our lips crashed, hot, desperate, messy. I kissed him like the world was ending, biting his bottom lip until he groaned again, quieter this time.

“I’ve been hard since you walked in here,” he hissed against my neck. “You know what you do to me, don’t you?”

I grind down again, feeling his thick cock beneath me. “Then do something about it.”

He didn’t waste time. One hand slipped up my shirt, fingers brushing over my tits, while the other fumbled with his zipper beneath me. The rustling of the movie masked the sounds, but my heartbeat thundered louder than any soundtrack.

“Goddamn, baby,” he muttered as I helped guide him inside me, slow and silent. My breath hitched, he stretched me perfectly. Full, deep. Dangerous.

“You feel so fucking good,” he growled in my ear, barely audible.

His hands gripped my hips tightly as I sank down on him, slow and steady. My head tipped forward, resting against his shoulder, breathing him in. He smelled like leather, cigarette smoke, and that warm, musky scent that always drove me wild.

“You’re gonna kill me, baby,” Izzy groaned low, biting back a moan as I started to move. “Fuck… you’re so tight.”

I rocked my hips slowly, careful to keep quiet, but it was getting harder and harder. The thrill of it being right behind the guys, in a public theater, stuffed full of him while we pretended to be watching a movie… It was too much.

Every time I moved, he twitched inside me, his cock thick and hard, pressing against all the right spots. His hands slipped under my shirt, thumbs brushing my nipples through the thin lace of my bra.

“You’re so wet already,” he whispered, voice strained. “All this for me?”

“All for you,” I whispered back, trying not to whimper. “You feel so good, Izzy. So deep…”

His hands guided me as I picked up the pace, grinding in tight little circles. He kissed my neck, sucked on my earlobe and growled, “You better stay quiet, sweetheart… unless you want Slash turning around and seeing my cock buried in you.”

That image made me clench around him, and he felt it. He smirked against my skin, pulling my shirt up just enough to kiss down between my tits. His warm tongue flicking over my nipples as he thrust up once, deep, sharp, and toe-curling.

I gasped, hand flying to my mouth. “Izzy, oh my god…”

“Shhh,” he murmured. “Be a good girl and take it.”

My thighs shook with the effort of staying quiet. He kept fucking me, slow but hard, making sure every thrust hit that perfect spot. I was melting around him, trembling, so close I couldn’t think straight.

“You’re gonna cum for me, right here in this fucking theater,” he hissed. “While they sit right there… and you sit on my cock, dripping all over me.”

“I—I can’t hold it,” I whimpered, biting down on his shoulder to muffle the moan.

“Yes, you can,” he said, kissing me deep. “Come on, baby. Let me feel it.”

His thumb slipped between us, rubbing fast, tight circles on my clit, and that was it. I broke apart in silence, shaking, thighs squeezing around him as the orgasm hit me like a freight train. My body tensed, clenching around him, and he groaned, losing it right after me.

“Fuck, baby,” he panted, gripping my waist. “I’m gonna fill you up…”

And he did, pulsing deep inside me. I collapsed against him, trying not to laugh from the mix of thrill and afterglow.

Axl turned around for a second, eyes narrowed. “You two good back there?”

I coughed, straightening my shirt. “Yeah. Just—uh, he dropped his drink.”

Izzy smirked, still buried inside me, still throbbing. “Yeah. Big mess.”

Axl shrugged and turned back around. I glanced at Izzy, breathless, heart pounding.

“We’re not done yet,” he whispered, lips brushing mine. “I want a round two later, so I can hear you scream.”

And I believed him.

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All the time🤦🏽‍♀️

nice izzy fic!

can you post the alternate ending too? Not that it wasn't good or something but I'm just curious🥰

Yess ofc! Here is the alternate ending to the damaged izzy fic! (Yes it is still a sad ending lol) Let me know if you guys liked the original ending or the alt ending better :)

Damaged💔❤️‍🔥

Izzy stradlin x reader| featuring slash

Alternative Ending~~~

It had taken everything in me to not reach out again.

After everything, after the betrayal, the nights of silence, the rumors of Izzy nearly drinking himself into the hospital, I still loved him. Still saw him in everything. In the songs we used to listen to. In the worn denim jacket still buried at the back of my closet. In the aching hollowness I hadn’t been able to fill with anyone else.

He finally agreed to meet.

A quiet café on Sunset. Middle of the day. Neutral ground. He walked in late, sunglasses on, hands shoved deep in the pockets of his worn black hoodie. He looked exhausted.

“Hey,” I whispered.

He slid into the booth across from me. Didn’t say anything for a long minute. Just stared.

“You look… better,” I offered.

Izzy scoffed. “That’s a lie.”

I reached for his hand across the table, but he pulled back.

“I’m not here for a reunion,” he said, voice low. “You said you had something to say.”

I nodded, throat tight. “I still love you. And I’m sorry. I know that doesn’t fix anything, but—”

He cut me off. “Why now?”

“Because I never stopped thinking about you. About us.”

His jaw clenched. He looked like he wanted to believe me, and hated himself for it.

And then the bell above the door rang.

We both turned.

Slash.

Leather jacket, dark shades, that cocky smirk like he owned the world.

“Wow,” he drawled. “Didn’t think I’d find both of you here.”

Izzy’s entire body went rigid.

Slash walked right up to our table, hands on the edge, leaning in. “Cute little meeting. What is this, closure?”

“Leave,” I said quickly, my stomach dropping.

Izzy stood up slow, eyes hard. “You followed her?”

Slash shrugged. “Didn’t have to. Just figured she’d go crawling back eventually.”

Izzy stepped forward. His voice was calm, but deadly. “You’ve got five seconds to walk out before I do something we both regret.”

Slash smiled like a devil. “Don’t forget, man. She came to me. You were just too fucked up to see what was right in front of you.”

I grabbed Izzy’s arm. “Don’t. He’s not worth it.”

But the damage was already done.

Izzy’s chest rose and fell rapidly. His eyes were glassy, not with tears, just rage and heartbreak barely contained.

“You know what?” he said, looking at me. “I thought maybe… maybe we had a chance. That something real was still buried under the wreckage.”

“There is,” I whispered. “Izzy, please.”

But he shook his head.

“I can’t compete with ghosts. And I won’t compete with him.”

He walked out without another word, the door slamming behind him like the end of a chapter I’d never get to rewrite.

Slash let out a breathy chuckle. “He’ll get over it.”

I turned on him, eyes burning. “You ruined everything.”

He tilted his head. “No, sweetheart. You did.”

And just like that, I was alone again.

Duff reposted it on his story! Slash and the gnr page made a happy birthday post about izzy aswell 😊

Forgot to post this yesterday butttt it’s never too late!! Slash reposted this on his instagram and I left the caption in there Incase anyone wanted to read that lol

So do you also accept smutty, kinky requests for Steven Adler x reader fics? Because you've never mentioned him before, so I figured i'd ask first 🫣

Yesss! Also, let me know if you’d like it to be a short or long fic orrr if you want multiple parts.

I see that you guys really enjoyed my birthday izzy story, so I decided to write another story, but this time it will be a series! It’s called “cry me a river”Lemme know if you guys like it 🤗

Cry Me a River Series~(izzy x reader)

Chapter one: Back Then

The soundcheck was chaos. Slash’s amp kept blowing out, Axl was late…again and Duff was already halfway through a bottle of vodka even though it wasn’t even 5 p.m.

Izzy found you behind the curtains, sitting cross-legged on the floor, twirling a guitar pick between your fingers. You wore his leather jacket even though it was too hot for it, but it smelled like him, cigarettes, sweat, and that earthy cologne he used sometimes when he remembered. You were tired, running on gas station coffee and tour-bus naps, but you still smiled when he crouched down in front of you.

“Hey,” he said, brushing a lock of hair from your face. “You okay?”

You nodded, even though you weren’t. The girls, the rumors, the phone calls he never returned when the band was in L.A. and you were stuck in New York. You told yourself none of it mattered as long as he came back to you.

He kissed your forehead like he always did after screwing up.

“I’ll make it up to you after the show, promise.”

You wanted to believe him.

God, you did.

Present Day~

The cafe was quiet, soft jazz playing from a speaker overhead. You were on your second espresso, scrolling through emails, when the door opened and you felt it, him… before you saw him.

Izzy Stradlin. Older, sure. A little worn down, a little less wild. But still him. Still dangerous in a quiet, slow-smile kind of way. He looked like the past, wrapped in denim and regret.

“Hey,” he said, voice low like he was scared to scare you off.

You didn’t stand up. Didn’t smile.

Instead, you stirred your coffee slowly, eyes locked on his.

“You’ve got some nerve,” you said calmly. “What are you doing here?”

He shrugged, hand in his pocket, eyes flickering with something he wasn’t saying.

“I was in town. Thought I’d see you.”

You laughed, dry, sharp. Like the sound of a glass cracking.

“You saw me. Now what?”

He looked stunned for a second, like he expected you to fall into his arms. Like time hadn’t passed. Like you hadn’t spent years learning how to forget the sound of his voice.

“You look good,” he muttered.

You leaned back in your chair, tilted your head, and gave him a look so cold it could’ve frozen the air between you.

“I am good.”