#eric carr fanfic

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Eric Carr x Fem Reader oneshot

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This is pure smut. I tried my best! Not proofread though bc I'm hella tired. Long one-shot.

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This was bad. So extraordinarily bad. Oh god if you got caught. You'd be ruined. Though that thought was was gone quicker than it had arrived as you felt Eric's mouth on your neck, you were cramped in the back of your car, you hadn't planned on this. You were just there to get an interview. A simple interview. That was it. Not with Mr big shot above you.

"You're gorgeous, you know that? Wow." his voice smooth, as he pulled at your blouse, pulling it past your shoulder to place a simple kiss there.

"We really shouldn't be...uh. E-Eric...what if we get caught?" You couldn't help but stare up at him with worried eyes.

"Makes it more fun, doesn't it? C'mon! It'll be fine! I'll cover for you" he hushed you, sitting up the best he could in the small space to start to unbutton your blouse. Your chest heaving, you watched his eyes, scanning over your breasts. It was like you were his prey.

"Fuck...so pretty" he mumbled as his large hands undone the last button and ran up from your waist to your breasts, his thumbs rubbing over your nipples through the fabric before he pulled off your shirt. Suddenly you were feeling rather vulnerable. His fingers traced the pretty lace, it sent chills through you.

"Wanna take it off for me baby?" He asked as his fingers slid under your back. You bit your lip, a little anxiety still bubbling in your chest but with his prompt, you arched your back and you felt Eric unclip it easily.

You watched as he flung the bra to the side, he was eating up the sight of your exposed chest. His lips soon met the space between your breasts, kissing ever so gently which contrasted his grip on your waist, keeping you in place as he moved to kiss each breast all the while whispering how perfect you were. His knee rested between your legs and as he moved up your body, he pressed further and further into you. A muffled whine accidentally escaped which caught Eric's attention.

"That was cute. I wanna hear more of that. I wanna hear all your sounds" You listened as he purred, and watched as he smirked, feeling his hand move lower, undoing your jeans and moving them low enough to slip his hand in.

"Eric-! This is embarrassing..." You breathed out and yet the feeling of his fingers rubbing gentle circles into your clit was already driving you insane.

"It's not. Don't worry. I doubt anyone will catch us. Let's just have some fun hmm?" He consoled which you knew was a lie. This was after a concert and an interview. There would be staff and sneaky fans about. His lips brushed past yours, taking your lower lip between his teeth, tugging before capturing them with a kiss, his tongue sliding in and exploring, you only pulled away with quickened breaths when you felt your jeans being pulled off, one leg completely free at least. You peeked down at Eric to see him admiring you, moving your legs further apart which made your face all hot.

"God you really are perfect huh...fuck I need you. Now." Eric said all before you watch him hurriedly unbutton his jeans and pull out his very generous cock. The sheer sight of it made you doubt you could accommodate such a monstrosity. You stared at it in complete shock but that changed when your want came into mind. You sat up and crawled into the space between Eric's legs. Taking it in your hand which barely covered him. You couldn't help but lick your lips before swallowing. You felt Eric's hand in your hair but not an ounce of pressure.

You slowly take just his tip in your mouth, your tongue flicking over the slit to catch the pretty pearl of precum before you moved off briefly to swallow. You lowered your head to lick a stripe up the length of his cock. You could hear his shaky breaths and how he gasped at your touches, a deep groan erupting from Eric as you took him back into your mouth, swirling your tongue a bit, you felt his hand grip your hair tightly but as you glanced up you could tell he was holding back in more ways than one.

"I don't think I can hold back anymore sweetheart..." He whispers as he bites back a moan, all eyes on you now as he lifts you off him, cupping your face, and wiping your mouth with his thumb. His face was flushed, as was yours. He pulled you into his arms and moved you into a sitting position, you on his lap while he was leaned back to give you both as much room as possible.

Oh no. Now people would have a clear view of your naked body from all angles. "Eric-! People will see me!" You whine, covering yourself with your arms the best you could, eyebrows knitted together.

You heard a chuckle slip from Eric's lips, he pulled you into his chest, one hand resting on your lower back and the other guiding your leg up, bent and out of the way before he aligned his cock up and helped you take him in his entirety. The feeling of his cock sliding into your dripping cunt was ungodly, it was taking everything in you to stay relaxed, the burning sensation of his thick cock stretching you was uncomfortable but god did he also feel so good.

After watching Eric play and then spending an hour in an interview, watching him pull at his jeans while he sat. Watching him get comfortable. Watching the way he watched you. You could barely sit still, you were bearly with it throughout the interview. You were imagining all the things you wanted this man to do to you.

And now here you were. Eric's cock was deep inside of you, your head resting on his shoulder as you both breathed heavily at the feel of each other. Sticky skin on skin, hair entangled together

"Fuck sweetheart you're so tight around me. I ain't gunna be able to move if you keep this up" Eric's weak voice admitted.

You tried to relax, tried to move, rocking your hips. You leaned up to kiss Eric, needing a distraction from the illegally large weapon that was taking refuge in your pussy prison.

You kept your pace slow until Eric took control, his hands on your hips, thrusting you down quicker and rougher, you could feel every inch of him as he hit your sweet spot repeatedly. The sounds that filled the car were disgusting, skin on skin. Eric's groans, your moans and the sound of your drenched pussy.

"Eric- s-slow down. It's too much" You whined as he pounded into you. You were curled up in his chest.

"I'm sorry but you just feel so damn good" He rasped as his thumb rubbed comfortingly over your thigh before his hand glided up your back, feeling his nails dragging a little before he cupped the back of your head, locking lips roughly with you, yet still trying to be gentle in his desperation. You kept your slow pace, clutching to Eric's shoulders, feeling dizzy with all the pleasure. You hadn't felt this good in a very long time.

You both were moaning into the kiss, hungrily fighting for dominance, you caved easily though which was aided when Eric thrusted deep into you. It had your thighs trembling, and your breasts bouncing which quickly prompted him to take them in his hands, ever so gently pinching your nipples which had your breath hitching and stuttering as you tried to keep up with his almost erratic pace. The rhythm you had both found was starting to falter as you neared your climaxes. You could feel the tight coil pulling.

"I'm close- Eric...please-" You begged, eyebrows knitted together and your forehead pressed against Eric's, occasionally catching each other's lips before you felt Eric's teeth graze your neck, slowing his pace purposefully, fuck he was teasing so badly. You tilted your head to give him better access to your neck as he sucked a lovebite into your neck, and another and one more as he slowly. Agonisingly. Pulled out of you almost completely while lifting you before forcing you down on his cock.

"Eric please-" You whined. Begged. Pleaded.

"Alright, baby. Do you want some help? Hmm?" He almost growled as his pace kept up. Guiding you on his cock, one hand moving to rub gentle circles on your clothes once more. You could hear how he held back a bit on his noises as you clenched around him. Suddenly being so exposed didn't matter as you rocked in rhythm, grasping at any part of Eric you could. Your moans. Your cries. You didn't keep quiet. You didn't even think to, you were so lost in the moment. You felt the snap and the rippling of your orgasm which was spurred on by Eric's, you could feel as he pulsed inside of you. You heard him groan a slow, drawn-out "fuck".

"Eric, Eric Eric...fuck-" you stuttered and trembled in his lap, you could feel your wetness gushing as Eric helped you ride out both your climaxes. He muffled your words in a kiss, both moaning as you slowly came down from your high, dazed as you sat in his lap, shaky ans breathless.

"You did so well, sweetheart...round two?" You gasped a little at his words and slapped him on the chest playfully.

"Shut up..." You mumbled before taking a glance at your watch. "Fuck I have to go-!" You suddenly exclaimed. Clambering off Eric and trying to gather your clothes. You were putting on your panties when you heard the sound of a camera. Your eyes met Eric's mischievous ones.

"Tell you didn't just take a picture of me naked!" You blurted out as you stare him down.

"Just for my personal collection. No one will see" He tried to speak.

"I have a career! That picture could ruin it!" You state.

"I swear on my life no one will see. Can see your face in it. Don't worry."

You groaned as you got dressed. Eric following your actions. You gathered your things.

"Hurry up and get out. I need to get going and the rest if the guys will wonder where you are."

"Alright, alright. Im goin'" you heard him laugh. You both got out of your car on opposite sides of the back, standing only to be met with Genes eyes. "Have fun?" The look on Genes face made you want to die.

[ericcarrsworshipper]

If you know any spicy facts about Eric Carr please comment them. Bc I wanna know as much as possible before I write spicy content for him. Thanks lol

[ericcarrshairbrush]

Eric Carr x Reader but it's a fluffy smut bc y/n (female ofc) is a total anxiety freak who's part of KISS crew (best friend and someone who works for and help the band) and I'm picturing some sort of pre-show thing 😶‍🌫️

I'm sorry it took a while. But I had to find the right words haha. I really love this idea, and I hope it's how you picured it. And if you want anything changed let me know😌 Now I won't waste any more of your time. Let's just get right into it😅

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⚠️Extreme Smut⚠️

Also... I know the picture is from 1981

and not 1980 but... LET'S JUST SAY IT IS🤣🤣

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{🤍The drummer isn't so innocent after all🤍}

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It's a Sunday morning in July 1980. The window shakes and rattles by the strong wind blowing outside, waking you up from your sleep.

You grunt and throw the pillow over your face to try and muffle the incredibly, annoying sound from the window.

You clunch the pillow and let out a roar as you throw it across the room. Stroking your palms over your face before angleling your head towards your alarm clock.

"FUCK!" You shout out as you throw yourself out of bed.

You jump around the apartment with your pants half pulled up in complete and utter stress before you throw yourself for the car keys and rush out the door.

You rush to your car and insert the key. "Come on you bastard!" You scream out when the car doesn't start. "You goddamn pile of junk!" You hit the dashboard with full force, causing the engine to react.

When you finally arrive at work, you see Bill, their manager. Standing with his arms crossed and a tired expression on his face. “This is the fourth time y/l/n…” He sighs.

"I know I~" You tried to explain yourself, but you knew it would just be the same excuse as always.

"You overslept..." He continued, knowing exacly what you were going to say.

"I'm sorry! I... It won't happen again!"

"It better not!"

You opened your mouth to say something, but he just gave you a glare saying 'go to work.'

Since Eric was quite new to the band, he needed some help with his makeup, and since you always worked with him, and often talked, a friendship bonded.

"It's worse isn't it?' He suddenly asked as you helped him with his 'The Fox' makeup.

You stopped the brush, almost smearing the black paint over the white.

"What?"

"Your anxiety?"

You didn't answer, you just kept painting his face. Which caused him to grab your slim wrist with his big, veiny hand.

Your breath hitched as you looked down at his hand holding you, before meeting his eyes.

'His fucking eyes...' Your subconscious said blushing.

"Y/n..." He began, his brown eyes looking deep into yours. Continuing. "...I've noticed... You can't concentrate and you have trouble sleeping."

He let go of your tiny wrist, leaving a weird disappointment over you. Because... You didn't want him to let go.

"I'm fine..." You just said, trying to ignore the sudden feeling he gave you... Desire...

"You're not."

"How do you know that?"

"Because your hands are shaking."

'It's you who's causing that...' Your subconscious softly whispered.

"Hey..." He said, howering forward when you didn't answer. "...I know It's difficult for you but... I just want you to be okay..."

You didn't listen... Not at his words anyway...

'Imagine that fat cock under that tight costume of his.'

"I gotta go!" You said when you heard your subconscious.

"You okay?"

"Yeah! I just... I need to go..." You quickly walked away. Entering the closet, where you kept all of their costumes and shoes.

You instantly closed the door, putting your knuckles against your skull while breathing heavily. Why did you just think that? That has never happened?! "What the fuck y/n?!" You said to yourself.

You clenched your eyes as you heard his voice call your name on the other side of the door.

"Y/n? Are you alright?"

'No... Because I just thought about your cock...' You thought to yourself, and as you did. You felt a comfortable lump form in your throat, swallowing it down.

"Y/n... I'm... I'm coming in..." He said with his soft, innocent voice as he turned the doorknob to the closet.

You slowly turned around, facing the door as he stepped in.

"What are you doing?" He asked as he reached his hands up, moving your arms down, your knuckels away from your skull.

That same touch... The touch he gave you at the desk moments ago.

He was so gentle, yet you could feel every muscle.

"I was thinking..." You lied...

"In the closet?" He chuckled. His chuckle... His voice... His touch... He was making you feel so many things, things you couldn't explain.

"Hey... You sure you're alright?" He asked. You just ignored him. You didn't know what to say. The closet was so small, and you were so close to eachother.

"Y/n..." He said in a whisper as he put his thumb under your chin, tilting your head up to look into his eyes. "...What's wrong?"

"Eric..." You bit your lip... Not knowing how to continue.

He now also seemed to notice how close you actually were, since you saw the look in his eyes change.

Your breathing became heavier as that same lump formed in your throat, that comfortable... horny... lump...

'Kiss me! Kiss me Eric!' Your subconscious yelled.

He started stroking your bottom lip with his thumb, inching closer. "What are you doing to me?" He said, voice low.

You just looked at him, you were so shocked, so surprised, so horny.

"I don't know..." You said, nearly moaning from the clenching deep down in your stomach.

"Fuck the others!" He then said after hearing your voice, locking the door behind him as his lips pressed against yours.

You gasped in shock, making his tongue slip into your mouth.

Your hands instantly wandered up his chest, digging your fingertips into his shoulders as your tongues dances with eachother.

He moaned from the sensation and pushed you against the wall, making some things fall down the shelves.

You gasped into your kiss as his hard boner pressed against your pelvis.

You eagerly started unhooking his belt, hearing it rattle as the metalic peices collided.

He went down and kissed your neck, pressing his big hands against your breasts. Your nipples hardening at his touch.

You moaned, but bit your lip to not be too loud, not wanting the others to hear you.

"Fuck, your moans make me so hard!" He groaned as he reached up again. Kissing your lips hard as he slid his muscular hands down, unzipping your pants and sliding them off your feet.

You moaned into his mouth as you felt his hand carres your now naked leg, lifing it up against his hip.

His other hand slid down under your panties, sliding one finger between your folds.

"You're so wet..." He whispered into your kiss , feeling your legs begin to weaken as the muscles deep down in your abdomen began to clench in the most pleasurable way.

He began making circular movements before sliding in two of his wide fingers into you.

You moaned out as you threw your forehead against his shoulder, feeling the muscles clench even more, and you couldn't control the noises that came out of you.

His hand shaked in your panties as he curled his fingers up and down rapidly, hitting all of your sensitive spots.

You gasped for air, tearing up as you tightened around his fingers.

You were so close, but right when you were about to come, he removed his fingers.

You looked up at him in despair and confusion. Why did he stop?

You swallowed hard as you watched him put the fingers in his mouth, tasting your salty aroma.

He slid them out slowly before removing his shirt, revieling his hairy chest.

Then you heard that same familiar rattling sound... His belt...

You glanced down, seeing his hand, then his other, unzip his pants and slide them off.

You instantly bit your lip as his hard, thick, veiny cock sprung free. It was so huge... So thick... And you felt your arousal return, but this time... Even more intense.

You've heard people speculate on it's size, that it was around 10 inches or so. Well... They were right...

"Strip..." He commanded, his voice now more low and dominant...

'Fuck...' Your subconscious said speechless...

You quickly obeyed him, taking off the rest of your clothes before he snatched the panties from your grip, bringing them to his nose and sniffing them.

"Mmm...." He groaned. "You smell so good." He thew them to the floor before pinning you to the wall again, and you arched your neck as he lifted you off your feet, placing your legs on each side of his hips as he positioned himself, slowly sliding in and filling you up.

You gasped for air as he stretched you out, feeling every nerve end explode in pleasure.

You teared up and moaned loudly as he began to move faster, feeling his cock grind against your tight walls. He groaned and found your lips, kissing you hard as he fucked you against the wall, grabbing one of your breasts in his hand and squeezing it intensly as he bit your lip.

You felt something build up... Oh no... Already?

He also seemed to reach his climax as he started moaning more and louder.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum!" He growled out of your kiss, arching his neck as he grabbed both of your hips, switching up the angle a little, perfectly hitting your g-spot, making your vision go white as your eyes rolled back with your moan stuck in your throat.

You couldn't hold it back anymore... You couldn't...

And you came hard, squirting all over his cock.

He moaned from the sensation of your walls wrapping around him. Emtying his balls, his warm, salty load filling you up.

He let you down, making you fall into his arms. Your legs were shaking and exhausted and when you looked up... his makeup was all smeared. His black fox features had melted from his sweat, running down his white face.

And when you cleaned yourselves up, put your clothes back on and went out... Everyone was looking at you... Which made you realize...

Everyone heard everything...

[eyes-of-rock]

When Your Walls Come Down

( Eric Carr X OC)

Word count: 2600

Summary: Rae is a shy music journalist who’s never stood out in a crowd and prefers it that way, but a chance meeting with a certain fox might change all of that.

I worked really hard on this am I'm very proud of it so I hope you all like it and read it! ♥︎

I don't consider myself anything special. In fact, in most rooms, I'm the invisible one. The one that no one pays any attention to. That's perfectly fine with me. I prefer to keep to myself because I'm deathly shy.

As much as I love rock and metal, I could never play an instrument or be a groupie. My stage fright and general shyness would prevent me. Instead, I'm okay with being an observer in the crowd. That's why I only write music reviews for the magazine and don't bother fighting to get interviews with actual rock stars. I know I could never handle it. I'm perfectly fine doing my more solitary work.

“Rae, ready to go?” Dana, my roommate and concert buddy, says, popping her blonde head into my room.

“Yup,” I say, grabbing my purse and slinging it over my shoulder.

“Really?” Dana says, giving me a once-over; she's not convinced.

“What?” I ask, looking myself up and down. Am I missing a stain or something?

“You can't wear that to a Kiss concert!” Dana says, pushing me back into my room.

“Why not?” I ask, confused.

Since when can't a girl wear ripped jeans, a kiss t-shirt, leather jacket and cowboy boots to a concert?

It's not her red leather mini skirt and leather top to match with leather-heeled boots, but it's not a bad look. I'm not like her anyway. She's a blonde knockout with a perfect body. I'm a lacklustre redhead.

“We’re front row!” She says appalled. “Don’t you want them to notice you?”

Truthfully? No. I didn't want anyone to notice me. I want to enjoy the show up close. I wouldn't even know how to react or what to say if they did.

“No, I’ll let you get the attention,” I admit to her; I'm fine. I dont need it.

“Fine, but if I get backstage, I'm taking you with me.” She warns me.

Hearing that makes my heart race a bit. God, I wouldn't know what to do. I'd be awkward, ruin the vibe, and look like an idiot.

“Please don't.” I plead with her, “You don't want me making things weird.”

“You need to have some fun, Rae.” Dana sighs, “Come on, you're young and beautiful.”

If only that were true.

“Come on.” I say, opening our door and changing the subject, “I don't want to be late.”

“Fine.” She sighs, rolling her eyes as she follows me out.

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As the show ends, all four band members stand at the edge of the stage. Naturally, everyone around me is doing everything possible to get their attention. That includes Dana, of course. She's not trying to get anyone in particular. I know this because I know Dana. I've been to many shows with her; she's happy to get attention from anyone.

I, on the other hand, would rather disappear into the crowd. I actively try not to make eye contact despite them being right there. I'm looking at every place but the stage.

I watch as Paul Stanley hands a guitar pick right into Dana’s hand. Dana gives him a flirtatious smile. Please don't take her backstage—the memory of the threat she made earlier coming back. My anxiety is suddenly rising.

I'm not thinking straight because of that, and I make the mistake of looking up onto the stage. As I do so, I lock eyes with Eric Carr, the drummer.

Shit.

Before I can quickly look away, he smiles at me. Of course, once that happens, I know it would not be pleasant to look away. Of course, I can't make myself smile back because my anxiety is preventing me from thinking straight, and I'm slightly panicking.

He’s Eric Carr. The drummer of KISS is looking at me. I’m not used to anyone looking at me, let alone someone like him.

My heart is beating faster now. God, he's going to think of the rudest person ever. This is why you don't look up on stage, Rae.

He squats down and reaches out to me with one of his drumsticks. I've never gotten a drumstick or a pick at a show. Usually, like I said, I blend into the crowd so no one notices me, and when a pick is thrown out, I'm not about to fight over it.

I graciously take it. This time, I managed a shakey to smile at him to say thanks. Then, once it sinks in, I freak out and look away because it's me.

Oh my god. Eric Carr just gave me a drumstick. I know it means nothing; I'm in the front row at this concert. Plus, I weirdly made eye contact with him, and he probably felt he had to.

I look over to where Dana is standing. She's now somehow holding a backstage pass. How did that happen within the minute I wasn't paying attention?

Please, please, please don't have one for me. The drumstick incident was enough excitement for me, and I still haven't fully recovered from it. I'm even more scared to look on stage in case it happens again.

She turns to me with a big grin on her face. She flashes me the passes, and there are two of them.

Shit. The panic rises in my chest. I don't know what to do backstage with a band! What happens if I run into Eric? Oh my god. What do I even say after that? I suddenly regret ever coming to this concert with Dana.

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I managed to sneak off before anyone noticed. Ideally, I'd like to leave, but I can't because I’m too nice and can't just leave Dana here. So, Instead, I search for a quiet spot.

I find a quiet corner and sit with my back against the way. I let out a sigh, not realizing I was holding in. I reach into my bag and pull out my notepad and a pen. I need to make some quick notes for my review tomorrow. I always do this right after a concert; it's still fresh, and I don't forget.

Yes, I'm lame. I'm sitting alone in the corner, writing backstage at a KISS show. I'm fully aware. I'd rather it be this way. I feel bad, though; this backstage pass should have been given to someone who’d used it correctly.

I pause as I hear hushed voices coming towards me. Hopefully, whoever it is won’t notice me. At least, that's what I'm praying for.

No such luck. Into view down the hall come Eric Carr and Bruce Kulick. Fuck. Eric is the last person I want to see.

Not that I don't think he's a brilliant drummer. No, I happen to love his drumming. I also happen to think he's cute and seems like a sweet person.

It's just the whole drumstick thing from earlier. I don't know what to say. Well, I do. I don't know if my anxiety will let me say it. I’m shy and hate interacting with people because I freak out. Then, they lose all ability to act normally or form words.

“Bruce, this is-” Eric stops once he spots me.

“Oh, hello.”

“I told you,” Bruce says, giving Eric an I told you so look, clearly referring to an earlier conversation.

You can do this, Rae. I remind myself. They’re just people. Not that I'm good with any people. Stop overthinking. I take a deep breath. Trying and failing to calm the panic I feel rising in my chest.

“Hello.” I manage to reply with a shaky voice. God, I sound like an idiot.

“You should know you might be here awhile,” Eric informs me, “I just saw your blonde friend making out with Paul.”

Ugh. I mean, it's good for Dana but not good for me. Now I'm stuck waiting until Dana remembers me, comes and tells me what's up, and before I can leave. I don't want to leave her behind. It's our policy.

“Oh…guess I have to wait then,” I reply like an idiot as if he couldn't figure that out.

“I can wait with you if you want.” Eric offers with a friendly smile.

“Oh…ah…you don't have to.” I manage to stutter out it's lovely of him to offer, but for one, I'm sure he has better things to do than spend time with me. And I have no idea how I'm managing to make this much conversation, let alone the hours it could take for Dana to find me.

“I have no problem keeping a pretty girl like you

company,” Eric compliments me, shooting me a charming yet sweet smile. Everything this man does is cute.

I swear my heart stops for a second. Did Eric Carr of KISS call me pretty? No. No way he did. I mean, no one has ever really called me pretty. No one even notices me, let alone someone like him.

I’d even think his tone was slightly flirtatious if I didn't know better. There is no way, though. After all, he could have any girl in that audience, hell, any girl in the world. Why would he want me? He's just being nice, Rae; it doesn't mean anything.

“Thank you,” I reply, giving him a small smile. I'm proud of myself for even being able to do that. After all, I'm freaking out inside.

“What are you writing?” Eric asks, peaking around to get a look at the page.

“I’m a journalist; I do music and concert reviews,” I tell him, gently shutting the book.

“Hopefully, you write about how amazing that drum solo was.” He teases, “And how sexy the drummer is.”

I was going to write about the drum solo and how I did think it was great. Of course, I thought he looked good behind the kit, but I was never and will never admit that out loud. I was half expecting him to bring up giving me a stick.

“The drum solo was great.” I compliment him; his solos are some of the best. I can't deny that.

“Also, thanks for the drumstick.”

“You’re welcome.” He smiles, “I always try to give them to the hottest girls in the crowd.”

There he goes again with the compliments. I can feel my cheeks getting red. Rae, it means nothing. Calm down.

“You don't say much, do you?” He comments, but it's not in a condescending way, like most people mean it when they say it to me. More just made in observation.

“I’m just shy, sorry.” I apologize; I feel embarrassed. I'm sure he's used to women and people talking his ear off. I'm just sitting here like a mute, and it's no fun.

“It’s okay,” Eric says softly, “I think it's cute.”

In all my life, I've never had anyone call me shy and cute; like I mentioned, they are usually not that nice.

“Oh.” I replied, surprised, “Thank you. Most people think it weird.”

I feel my face getting warm again. I'm sure I'm blushing like a complete idiot. He’s being nice, and you’re just sitting here blushing like an idiot. I should probably say something nice back, or do I? I'm not good in social situations.

Before he can reply to that, Dana comes down the hall. Her heels clicked loudly on the tiled floor, catching my attention.

She shoots me a smirk once she notices Eric sitting with me. Oh god. I'm never going to hear the end of this.

“I won’t be coming home tonight.” She tells me, tossing her car keys at me. “Looks like you won't be either.”

“Dana, please,” I say, my face turning bright red in embarrassment. Could you leave it to Dana to embarrass me?

“What?” Dana says, playing innocent, “You’re talking to a man and not running away; this has to mean something.”

“I don't run away.” I lie.

I know exactly what she's referring to with that comment. We became roommates in our first year of college when I moved to Los Angeles. Dana set me up on a blind date with her then-boyfriend's friend.

He came on way too strong, which freaked me out, so I ran away. Like, I ran away. I turned and ran—one of my most embarrassing moments. I would instead say that Eric never knew about it, though.

“Freshmen year,” Dana says, giving me the Oh come on, Rae, don't you play dumb look.

“Fine, but in my defence, he came on to me way too strong,” I say, trying to defend myself and not look like a loser or weirdo in front of Eric.

“You’re hopeless.” Dana rolls her eyes.

“You know it,” I say, shooting a finger gun her way. Completely forgetting for a quick second, I sat next to Eric Carr of KISS, and what I did was majorly dorky.

“Please be gentle with her,” Dana says, looking at Eric. “She’s easily spooked.”

“Dana, please, I'm not your horse!” I say, completely and utterly embarrassed. I feel like hiding.

First, Dana suggests he'd want to sleep with me, which is highly unlikely. Plus, they have a highly embarrassing story of me running away from a date. There is no way Eric will want to talk to me after this encounter.

“I won’t come on too strong, I promise.” Eric jokes, “I don't want you running off on me.”

“I’m more worried you might run off after that embarrassing conversation,” I coyly say, shooting Dana a glare afterward.

“Embarrassing? I found it very informative.” Eric laughs, “Now I know what not to do.”

“Well, that's my queue to leave; see you tomorrow, Rae!” Dana says, giving me a little wave as she disappears down the hall.

I suddenly feel a yawn coming on. I glance at my watch. It's 1 am. I'm never usually up past 10:30 most nights. No wonder I'm tired. I also have work tomorrow, so I really should get going.

“I didn't know I was that boring.” Eric teases.

“It’s not you,” I tell him, laughing a little. I feel much more comfortable with him after he didn't run away after the Dana incident.

“It’s just that I have work tomorrow and never stay up this late,” I tell him, yawning halfway through the sentence.

“Well, before you go, would it be too bold to ask for your phone number?” Eric asks me with a sweet smile.

I'm surprised. No one has ever wanted my phone number before. Does this mean I've been wrong this whole time? Maybe he thinks I'm cute. Why else would he ask for my number?

“Okay,” I reply. I think he's earned it. After all, he's been sweet to me all night. As Dana would say, you only live once, right? And who am I to say no to Eric Carr of KISS having my phone number?

I open my notebook and carefully write it down. Then I write my name below it before ripping the page out of the notebook and folding it over before handing it to Eric.

He unfolded it and read it over, then looked at me.

“Rae.” He says, repeating the name he just read on the paper. I must admit it does sound nice coming out of his mouth- Rae, keep yourself in line.

“It suits you.”

“Thank you.” I smile shyly.

“I’ll give you a call.” He promises.

“I’m looking forward to it,” I tell him, and I wholeheartedly mean that. For the first time, I'm looking forward to talking to someone, and the feeling is new. Yet, for once, I'm not scared. No, I'm excited and it's a good feeling.

[marvelobsessed134]

heyy please could you do one with Tommy where the fans who think Ace is better really upset him in an interview and he goes home crying and she just comforts him into a pure fluffy mush 🥺?

You’re enough

A/n: Yayyy first Tommy Thayer fic!

Requested: yes, by anon

Pairings: Tommy Thayer x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Summary: you comfort your husband when he comes home from a bad interview (sorry it’s so short I don’t know how I could make it longer)

You were sitting on the couch watching TV when Tommy stumbled through the door. “Hey, baby.” You said with a soft smile. However your husband was not smiling as he kicked his shoes off and plopped down on the couch beside you.

Turning off the TV, you turned to the blonde. “What’s wrong?” You asked.

“People fucking hate me. Everyone’s saying Ace was better and honestly, I agree with them. I don’t even know why Gene and Paul gave me a chance.” Tears sprung in his eyes and you hugged him tightly.

“I just want to be good, you know? But it’s so hard. Especially when I have to live up to someone like Ace who’s one of the most talented guitarists.” He cried silently, he’s never a loud crier unlike you.

You stroked his hair, “Fuck what all those people said. Yes, Ace is very talented but so are you, baby. You’re one of the most talented people ever. Do you know why I married you? Because you’re the best man in the entire universe. The most talented, funny, attractive, badass man there is. And people aren’t ready for that.”

“You really think all those things?”

“Of course, silly. I wouldn’t be your wife if I didn’t.”

Tommy kissed you on the lips, a tender kiss that had you melting into a puddle.

“I love you, Tommy.”

“I love you too, Y/n.”

[blueberriesjust]

Hello darlings, I'm Blueberries (not my real name obviously) I'm 18 and love music from the 70's. KISS is my favorite band so that ls what I write about. My favorite members are Peter and Ace. Although I write about all of them. I'm going to be uploading a story soon.

[fankhx-invasion]

Full Moon

Once again many thanks to @mangowritesstuff for helping to edit, add content, and advise on these! Also apologize for the late releases, I'm very rusty with my writing nowadays ^^

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Your breath came out in soft puffs, creating little whispy clouds of vapor around your mouth like trails of smoke, taking a stroll through the path in the woods that night wasnt something you had initially planned on doing. Your nose and fingers went numb from the frigid, December weather, in a vain attempt to retain some warmth, you shoved your hands deep into the pockets of your jacket. Home wasn't that far, but you couldn't return just yet. The moon tonight was gorgeous, looking bright and full, illuminating the dense foliage in an ethereal glow. You felt at absolute peace under its cosmic gaze upon the earth, stopping to lean against a tree and pull out a lighter and cigarette from the back of your jeans.

You sniffed the air, humming at the faint metallic scent slowly getting stronger, and the familiar huffing that got louder behind you.

"Is that my good boy?" you gently crooned out, glancing to your left side.

A large snout bumps into the side of your neck, the beast whimpering. It was almost seven feet tall, resembling that of a fox, claws and face wet with fresh blood, eyes glowing bright orange in the dark.

You tsked gently, turning to face the large creature, running a hand up to one ear and scratching the back of it.

"My poor reynard, I bet you're exhausted, hm?"

It only responded with another whine, leaning into your hand for more comfort. Of course it was exhausted after the hunt; its adrenaline was running out as the moon's power waned. The beast was ready to return home and rest all of the next day away.

You dropped your cigarette down, letting it extinguish under the heel of your boot into the ground below.

"Let's get you home, foxy. You're gonna need a long nap tonight. I'll get you nice and cleaned up."

It followed silently behind, tail dragging along a few loose leaves, pine needles, and the other forest floor debris. You managed to persuade the oversized fox to continue moving with soft coos and gentle pets, eventually helping it get through the back door of the small house you lived in.

As soon as you both slip through the back, you lock the door and draw the curtains over, listening to the creature behind whimper and collapse down to the floor. Limbs moved around, bones popped, until the mass of fur left behind a small human figure with fluffy, dark ringlets of hair, the soft ears, and a long, bushy tail.

You lean down to help him stand and gradually step towards the bathroom.

"..'M so sorry.." His voice was scratchy and rough.

"Don't apologize, you know I never mind caring for you."

As soon as he stepped into the tub, hot water running, you started wiping his face and hands of the blood, watching the water turn a very light shade of red. His dark, Italian eyes were intently focused on you.

Eric could barely remember what all he had done; the massacre that took place every night of prey much larger than the rabbits you would lie to him about. You knew he was innocent for the bloodshed, that everything he had done was never intentional, coming from a place of animalistic urges he never had control over. You never had the heart to tell him that the news headlines about missing people were his fault. He was gentle and sweet, his little grin and happy tail wags could make any room brighter, as if he were a ball of pure sunshine. You couldn't bear with the idea of letting him live with the guilt of countless deaths that were on his hands. You made sure he would never know. You made sure the police could never trace him too, messing up any visible prints, picking up his ragged clothing, and washing him of all the evidence left on his skin.

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[utopianfancyland42]

Well I write a Kiss Fanfic, if you want to read it just click the link below. It’s about Paul Stanley/Eric Carr. Some emotional struggles involved, and I hope you can leave me a kudo if you like it. Anyway just enjoy ;) 😊

[ericcarrsworshipper]

Me trying to write this KISS mini series

[deli-writes-kiss-fics]

I have some utter filth for you Eric Carr x Fem Readers. Should be out tonight hopefully. I'm really trying with this oneshot.

Love you all. 🧡🧡🧡

[ericcarrsworshipper]

The way I want to write ungodly spicy imagines about Eric Carr. Idk if that's disrespectful tho- should I? Idk if anyone would even read it- 😳

[ericcarrshairbrush]

I'm all new to this, but thought I would give it a try.

If you'd like some more, I'll be more than happy to make more. I've got A LOT of fan fictions stored in my phone.

But I thought I'd start with something light.

With you and Eric being best friends... Or are you?🤔

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{🤍You almost get hit by a car 🤍}

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You were walking with a book in your hands, reading your favorite story.

You had all your focus on the book, not being aware of your surroundings at all. And you accidently went straight into the road. Almost getting hit by a passing car.

Eric saw what was about to happen, and acted quickly. He took a firm, yet gentle grip on your forearm, basically slunging you into his arms. Making the book fall to the ground.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"

“I'm sorry I-” He cut you off with a worried roar; "NEVER do that again! You hear me?!!!"

Your bodies were pressed tightly together, and you could clearly see the worry in his brown eyes.

"Sorry I..." You tried to explain yourself but again he just cut you off. "Fuck, you must watch where you put your feet..." He sighed, letting go of you to be able pick up your book.

You just followed him with your gaze, watching as his thick, curly, brown hair blowed in the summer wind, which caused you to be able to smell his scent. Damn... Has he always smelled this good?

Your thoughs were erased as he handed you your book, now dusty from the ground.

Even though he was you best friend, you still felt mildly embarrassed, was it because of how you went straight into the road, or was it because of him? His eyes? His smile? His hair? His scent?

Your thoughs slowly faded when you reached your hand out, retrieving your book.

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[sluttery-withoutshame]

You like rockstars in dresses, you say?

I do not mean to toot my own horn or anything, but maybe you might enjoy this? https://archiveofourown.org/series/3942859

Also, that Eric Carr one is super accurate. That is 100% Eric’s fur.

How about... Ace and Eric in these outfits? (I love draw rockstars in dresses, I know, I'm a weirdo)

[ohblackdiamond]

Hi there!

I am getting into the Kiss fandom and I was wondering if you answer some questions.

No.1 What are the biggest memes of this fandom?

No.2 What are some things that are universally known to the kiss fandom but to anyone outside the fandom is complete bs

No.3 What are some things about the people in the fandom. From what I gather yall are horny af

No pressure btw :)

hello! i'd be glad to!

i don't know that there are really big memes if only because kissblr is relatively small, but here are some of my favorite funny posts: the random fanfic, why kiss will never get along, losing it, virgin paul vs. chad ace, virgin gene vs. chad peter,

i don't know about the complete bs part, but as close as kiss fandom gets to universal truths that outside of our sphere, no one knows much about, i guess, would be: eric carr is a good boy who deserved better, the only things anyone that was ever in kiss can agree on is that they were in kiss, and gene has herpes. well, i guess his thousands of women are probably aware there, too.

i'd say the age range on kissblr is broader than what you'll see on tumblr in general with a fair amount of people skewing 30+, although i'd estimate the average person on kisslbr is probably closer to 20ish. it is a pretty horny fandom! the dominating ships are OGs-- you'll see more ace/paul, gene/paul, etc. (paul is the fandom bicycle, followed, probably, by ace), but there's a pretty fair smattering of non-OG ship content around, too, which is nice. you get outside of kissblr and there's ao3, which, honestly, has a huge amount of overlap with kissblr (it's basically the same people on both sites). get outside of kissblr/ao3 and you find, well, youtube, kissfaq, reddit, etc., which veer much, much more critical. people definitely have their favorites on kissblr and while there's analysis, it tends to be more to do with relationships and sexy pictures than with guitars or what-was-the-band-doing-here or is-gene's-hair-real or anything like that. to this day, no one's done a serious thesis on paul's pants-stuffing and whether it's like skirt hemlines and rises and falls with the economy, which saddens me.

i hope that was at least a bit helpful! let me know if you have any other questions, i love to talk about kiss.

[blueberriesjust]

I want to be the first person to ask you to write a fanfic. Idc what it is just fluff about Gene, Paul, or Eric (Carr not Singer though I love Singer too) ❤❤❤

I decided to go with Eric Carr because I'm going to be writing fanfics about both Gene and Paul.

🍪Cookies🍪

A fluff fanfic about you and Eric making cookies 🍪

After a long day at work you returned home and all you wanted to do was sit down. Eric was laying on the couch watching something on TV. You were easily aggravated so you decided to do the one thing that can make you calm down. You walked into the kitchen and looked at the ingredients that you had and you began baking a batch of cookies. You looked out into the living room and yelled to Eric

"Darling, would you please help me?"

"I don't know, I've never been one to cook." He yelled back. You walked into the living room and you placed your hands on your hips. 

"Good thing it's baking and not cooking then." You said through a laugh. Eric reluctantly got up to help you. 

"I just need you to help me mix it" You muttered as he dragged himself into the kitchen. Eric didn't want to mess up and make you upset so he wanted to do his best. You put in the dry ingredients and asked him to mix them. You turned your back for a second and when you looked back it looked as if a tornado hit the kitchen. You didn't know how it happened. Eric looked sad; he just stared at the mess. You took a few seconds to take in what had happened and by the time you realized what happened Eric began to cry. 

"Darling, why are you crying?" You asked, pulling him into your arms. 

"I'm sorry I was trying my best and.. and I just made a mess." Eric sobbed the tears only falling faster.

"No, it's ok we can get it cleaned up and start again l." You reassured him.

"But..but I ruined it. I made a mess and I'll just do it again. I'm just a huge failure" He sobbed harder. 

"No, no, no absolutely not. I will not sit here and hear you say these horrible things about yourself." You said trying to comfort him. You pulled him closer to your chest.

"If you don't want to continue to help, that's fine. You can sit to the side and watch or you can sit in the living room and watch Tv." You continued "I've just had a stressful day and wanted to spend time with you." 

Eric helped you clean up and then he sat off to the side. He watched with intent as you made the cookies. Every step of the process he paid one hundred percent of his attention too. Once they were done you and him cuddled up on the couch and ate the cookies while watching Tv.

"Can we make more cookies?" Eric said when there were no cookies left.

"We?" You questioned.

"Yes, we, I want to help you!" He said with excitement and confidence. 

"Well then lead the way" you said laughing as he pulled you towards the kitchen. This time he didn't make a mess and seemed to enjoy the cookies even more now that he helped you. 

[tanookikiss]

Hi! LOVE your fanfictions!! PLEASE tell me you'll be updating soon!?

1, 2, 5, 14, 21 for the ask game, please.

Thank you so much! My new years goal is to have the next chapter of Starstruck posted by the end of January.

1. Share a song that makes you think of (fic title)?

The only one that comes to mind is "Lay Down the Bet" which is a lyric used from Love Gun.

2. Do you read/reread your own fics?

Yes.

5. What's a fic idea you've had that you will never write?

A few years back I had a draft for a crime drama KISS fanfiction. Vinnie was framed for murder and only Eric Carr believed he was innocent. The story would've taken place during the Hot in Shade era and would focus on Vinnie and Eric working together to prove Vinnie’s innocence. It was going to be a dark and angsty fic. I scraped the project because it contained a lot of mature themes, and I was afraid it would have been too disturbing for some readers.

14. If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium such as a comic or film, which fanfic would you pick?

I've been told that "Kruise Of the Living Dead" would make a great KISS comic.

21. Have you ever deleted an entire scene after spending hours laboring over it? If so, why?

Originally Mark St. John was going to be a K.I.S.S agent in Starstruck. I wrote this chapter early on when I had first gotten into KISS. After I read Peter Criss's biography and learned about what a horrible and disgusting human Mark was, I immediately logged onto AO3 and edited that chapter on the spot.