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marvelobsessed134 · 1 year ago

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Kinktober day 6: possessiveness with Gene Simmons

A/n: I always imagine Gene to be like really big and muscular so sorry if you don’t like the descriptions I give him

Pairings: Gene Simmons x Fem!reader

Warnings: possessive!gene, use of the name princess, hes so hot his voice is so deep mmm, semi rough smut, quickie (?), daddy kink I’m adding In because look at him he’s so daddy.

Summary: Your boyfriend is always possessive of you

Gene’s always been possessive over you. And you like it. It’s so hot when he gets jealous and tries to hide you away from everyone else so he could have you all to himself. Though, you being a model kind of makes that difficult for him.

One day you were hanging out on stage before rehearsals, the bassist’s arm wrapped around your shoulders as he laughed about whatever Eric (Carr) was saying.

“What do you think, princess? Should we all go on stage naked?” You giggled at that. “Noooo,” you dragged out the word with a smile and laugh, “you would literally be blacklisted from every arena and stadium. Plus kids come to your shows! You’d get some pretty pissed off parents.”

“I think it’s a great idea.” Eric said with a cheek smile.

“Of course you do, Carr. I don’t know what’s with drummers but they’re always so immature.” You’re referring to the other drummers you know and met, Tommy Lee and Steven Adler.

“Hey I’m not nearly as bad as Tommy ok? I don’t go swinging my dick around.”

“I know, I know.”

Suddenly, Paul walked in and got a little too close to you, he was trying to give you a hug because he hasn’t seen you yet today. But you felt Gene’s embrace tighten and you could almost feel the glare he sent Paul’s way.

The singer knew that his bandmate was possessive of you, but had figured giving you a hug after he hadn’t seen you all day would be fine. Apparently not.

It was awkward for a moment before everyone had to get ready for rehearsals.

Gene dragged you into his dressing room, shutting the door and locking it before backing you against it.

You giggled and blushed under his intense stare, “What’s wrong baby? The demon take over you again?” You always joke about how his character is his alter ego which is very true.

“No, I just don’t like seeing anyone go near my stuff.” Fuck, it’s so hot when he refers to you as his things, his stuff. Sure it could be derogatory to some but to you it makes your panties damp.

“Oh yeah?” You asked, trailing a finger down his clothed chest.

“Yeah,” he rasped, “I think we have a few minutes to spare.”

You smiled and nodded in agreement before pulling your panties down from under your skirt. Gene immediately pulled you over to the couch. He took his very large cock out that was already hard.

“Looks like someone’s excited.” You teased before straddling him, not needing much foreplay because you’re already so wet.

“How could I not be? You in this little outfit. Wanted to take you right on stage.” He responded and moaned when you slowly slid down on his cock.

“Yeah, daddy? I wanted you to bend me over the stage and fuck the life out of me. Show everyone who I belong to.” You began riding him and he gripped your hips, controlling your pace.

Slowly but steadily, he got more rough, and you bounced up and down moaning loudly as you felt him repeatedly hit your g spot.

“Oh yes!” You moaned.

“Good fucking girl. You’re so fucking tight, I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah? You’re gonna cum? I’m gonna cum too, I can feel it. Ah- fuck!” You clenched around him. And he shot his load into you.

You panted, leaning forward and burying your face in his shoulder. His large hands rubbing your back soothingly.

“Alright, as much as I loved this you’re gonna have to get off me. But hey, I’ll let you do my makeup.” Gene knows how much you love doing his demon makeup.

“Yes!” You said excitedly before getting up.

#kiss band smut #kiss band #kiss band x reader #gene simmons x reader #gene simmons smut #gene simmons #eric carr #paul stanley #vinnie vincent #80s kiss

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deli-writes-kiss-fics · 9 months ago

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Eric Carr x Fem Reader oneshot

This is filth! 18+ MINORS BE GONE. DO NOT INTERACT. AGE IN BIO OR YOU'LL BE BLOCKED

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

Please give me feedback. 18+ MDNI

Please interact! I'm trying to get more people to know of this account lol.

Feedback encouraged! Comment or dm. Idm. I'd like to know how I did.

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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.

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ericcarrsworshipper · 6 months ago

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Hey KISSblr writters! Please tag me in any Eric Carr works you have on here or link any stories from Ao3 in the comments!

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Share your stories or promote someone elsess that you liked! Looking for stuff to read.

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nyxnygma · 2 years ago

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Ignore Him || Eric Carr

[Eric Carr x Fem!Reader]

Summary: Eric introduces his new girlfriend to his band mates but one of them is not too impressed - inspired by something I read on Wattpad

Warnings: slight age gap, Gene being rude, tears, bit of anxiety

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“You need to stop worrying so much,” Eric chuckles.

“What if they hate me?” I panic. We were parked outside the recording studio in his car.

“They won’t,” he assures, “anyway, if for some reason they’re stupid enough to hate you. It won’t change how much I love you.”

“You promise?” I sigh as I look at him.

“I promise,” and with that he pulled me into a quick kiss before exiting the car.

I followed him into the building and he led me round the corridors (his arm wrapped securely around my waist) to the room where his friends were congregated. “Good morning,” Paul greeted as he saw us pass through the doors. Eric waved.

“Whose this?” Vinnie smirked.

“This is Y/N,” Eric smiled proudly, “she’s the girlfriend I’ve been speaking about.”

“Ah. It’s nice to finally meet you,” Vinnie smiled.

“It is indeed,” Paul agrees.

“How did you meet again?” Gene spoke up. He looked at me skeptically.

“Oh well,” Eric started to reply, “we met after she came backstage at a show last year.”

“So she’s a fan,” Gene hummed, “I was expecting you to have some sort of model or someone to be your loyal girlfriend but I guess a 20 year old groupie works.”

My brows furrowed, I didn’t know if it was just me being sensitive but his words cut deep. I already felt as if I wasn’t good enough for the drummer of a famous band and right at that moment it felt as if Gene was confining my fear.

“I’m sure what Gene meant to say is you both look cute together,” Paul coughs.

“I’m so lucky to have her,” Eric’s smiles from beside me.

I smile back at him but not without hearing Gene mutter, “I think it’s the other way around.”

As soon as Eric was fully focused on his work, I broke away from the group and decided to sit on the floor outside the room. Gene was right. Eric had a shot with someone famous but he was with a fan. Fans are one night stands material for rockstars not girlfriends. I leant my head back against the wall and let these thoughts swarm around in my head. I fought back tears. I didn’t even hear the door open thirty minutes later.

“There you are,” Eric smirked, obviously not seeing the look on my face.

“Sorry. I wanted to leave you to work,” I replied. He sat next to me.

“That’s okay,” he nodded and turned to study my features, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I lie.

“No, no, no,” he shakes his head, “something is obviously wrong. Is it.. is it Gene?”

“Yes.” I sigh, “he’s right, you know.” I look down as my hands in my lap.

“Hey now. what makes you say that?” He lifts his brows up.

“I’m no one and you’re this amazing drummer,” I explain, “you could do so much better than me!”

“Why on earth would I want to be with anyone but you?” He asks as he takes one of my hand into his and lifts my head up to face him with his other, “you’re everything I want. Your gorgeous and kind and charming. You are so amazing and you are so blind if you don’t see that.”

“Really?” I start to tear up again at how sweet he was.

“Of course!” He leans in to kiss my cheek, “Gene was just being protective. Ignore him. He thinks fans will just use us for fame if we started a relationship with them. Get to know him more and he’ll realise that your nothing like that.”

I nod as I pull the man into a tight embrace. “I love you so much. I’m sorry for acting irrational.”

“I love you too, Angel,” he replies, “but there is nothing to apologise for, you did nothing wrong.”

#eric carr x reader #eric carr #kiss #kiss band #kiss x reader #gene simmons #paul stanley #vinnie vincent

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cherryrainn · 9 months ago

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eric carr x fem! reader he met in a bar?? he just thought she was super pretty so he goes up to her and they end up really liking eachother. she's pretty shy and quiet.

QUIET .

; pairing ; eric carr x fem! reader

; note ; i miss him i miss my pookie guys

; warnings ; none

you sat alone at a corner table, nursing your drink and enjoying the anonymity of the crowded venue. your shy and quiet nature kept you content observing rather than actively engaging in the lively atmosphere.

meanwhile, across the room, eric carr, the drummer of kiss, found himself captivated by your presence.

his eyes were drawn to your subtle beauty, and he couldn't resist the urge to approach you. with a confident stride, he made his way to your table, a charming smile on his face.

"hey there," he greeted, his voice warm and inviting. "mind if i join you? i couldn't help but notice you from across the room."

you looked up, surprised by the attention. a faint blush colored your cheeks as you nodded, and eric took a seat opposite you.

"i'm eric," he introduced himself, extending a hand.

"y/n," you replied, shaking his hand with a shy smile.

you both sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, absorbing each other's energy. eric flashed a mischievous grin and leaned forward in his chair. "so what brings you here today?" he asked, a twinkle of curiosity in his eyes.

you shifted nervously in your seat and explained, "i came here to listen to the music and get away for a bit. it's been a rough week at work, and i could use a break."

"i get it," eric responded, leaning back in his chair. "work can be tough sometimes. it's good to have an escape once in awhile." he paused, taking in your beauty. "you look like a fun girl."

his comments made you blush, and you felt flattered by his attention. "thanks, i try," you replied, smiling shyly.

eric's laughter filled the air, the sound blending seamlessly with the background music. "i like that. a girl who knows how to have fun is my kind of company!"

his easygoing nature put you at ease, and you found yourself opening up more than usual. you guys talked and talked, and you were being a lot less quiet than usual.

"you know," eric said, his eyes sparkling with mischief, "i think we make a pretty good team, you and i."

you couldn't help but smile at his words. "i think so too, eric."

eric's grin widened, and he gently squeezed your hand in acknowledgment. "good to know we're on the same page,"

as the night progressed, eric shared stories of life on tour.

eric looked at you, his eyes softening, "i don't get to meet a lotta people like you. someone who's just genuine and down-to-earth. It's nice."

"i can imagine," you replied, your voice tinged with empathy. "i bet most people are just thirsty for your attention, huh?"

eric chuckled, appreciating your understanding. "you have no idea. but tonight... tonight feels different, you know?"

your lips curved into a smile, feeling a sense of pride that you could provide him with a reprieve from the usual chaos. "i'm glad i could give you a break, eric."

as the night approached its end, eric reluctantly stood up, his charismatic grin still in place. "hate to cut this short, y/n, but i've got an early morning. can we do this again? maybe somewhere a bit quieter, where we can actually hear each other talk?"

your heart skipped a beat at the prospect of meeting again. "i'd like that, eric. just let me know when and where."

he nodded. "how about dinner tomorrow? that place that's like.. down the street from here, not too crowded."

a warmth spread through you at the invitation. "sounds perfect. i'll be there."

he shot you one last charming grin before heading towards the exit. "looking forward to it, beautiful. goodnight for now."

#ERIC CARR #eric carr #kiss #kiss band #kissband #kissblr #kiss band x reader #eric carr x reader #y/n #reader insert #x reader #ask

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deli-writes-kiss-fics · 9 months ago

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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. 🧡🧡🧡

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deli-writes-kiss-fics · 9 months ago

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Led Zeppelin & Sweet Drinks - Eric Carr x fem reader

MDNI (SLIGHTLY SUGGESTIVE STUFF)

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I don't know how many words but it's kinda long sorry lol. It'll be a two-parter if there's enough interest.

Not proofread - sorry for any mistakes. Love you all. Please reblog and show some love, I'd really appreciate it!

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April 9th 1976

Slow was the summer rain that fell against the window of a quaint little coffee shop on the corner of the street you lived on, just opposite the record store where you gazed lazily among its customers. You couldn’t say for certain how frequently you visited both the cafe and the record store but it was enough to be cheery with the owners and get free drinks or for the man behind the counter to hold back any newly released albums they thought you may like before they sell out. You had grown quite fond of the two places over the last couple of years, you wouldn’t say you were too much of an extrovert or introvert, perhaps you were a bit of both depending on the occasion. Nevertheless, you enjoyed your Friday afternoons where you had the day off, you worked two jobs which were both contrasting and yet in some way vaguely connected if you thought about it enough. You worked mainly as a magazine packager for a well known interior design magazine where you packed orders to be sent off for those with a subscription. It was repetitive which you didn’t mind so much but your second job was a lot more to your likening as a music lover; you worked any free shifts at the record store, it was rare to get a shift but it was nice to help out when you could. You swirled what was left of your drink in your cup, glancing down just long enough to decide whether you wanted another but you ultimately placed your cup drown and grabbed your things, eyes set on the record store where you knew, surely, Reggie had something waiting for you behind the counter.

You steps quickening as you passed over the road, waving to a incoming car before slowing down as you made it to the sidewalk, a few more steps and you were pushing the door open to the store and giving a wave to the middle aged man with salt and pepper hair that stood behind the counter, watching him tap it as a means to tell you he had something you’d want to collect. He had taken you under his wing when you had first moved to the area, graciously giving you your first job while his son was away at college. You strode up enthusiastically, passing someone as they were leaving.

“Whatcha got for me, Reggie?”

“I think you’re gunna like this one. It sold out pretty quickly so I knew I had to snag you one.”

“Well, that sounds promising! Hit me with your best shot”

“Lee Zeppelin. It’s called Presence. I can’t keep up with you youngsters these days” he chuckled as he handed over the record for you to see.

Your face lit up at the sight of the pristine album, you couldn’t of handed over the money quick enough and within a matter of a moment the item was bagged and you were itching to get home to listen to it.

“Thanks again, what would I do without you?”

“You wouldn’t have had to buy an extra three record cases” he remarked.

You laughed and moved to look at what was in the sale section, though you hadn’t the room for more records, looks like you’d have to buy yet another case. You couldn’t help but have your attention snagged when you heard a strong New York accent inquire about the album you had just purchased. And you recognised the disappointment in their tone when it was revealed it was sold out. You knew all too well that sinking feeling and you turned to glance as the man, made of mostly hair, decided to also browse what was being sold. You turned away when he moved along closer as he scanned the covers, not looking up, just shuffling sideways, much like you were doing. Your fingers flicked through the album one by one, caught in the surge of curiosity of what you could find as you meticulously scanned, like you had done so many times before, every Friday for the past couple of years. You weren’t paying attention and neither was someone else by the looks of it as you felt an arm bump into yours and quick

“Sorry-!” His voice was followed by the dash of a closed-lip smile

“No problem…” you were quick to respond, with your own smile too except you were beaming without meaning to.

“You…uh- looking for anything in particular?” He perked up as he still looked through the collection of ‘60s hits and compilations.

“Uh- no. No not really, I just like to browse. Though I’m sure I’ve seen every record in this store at least three times before now” you joke which earns a chuckle from him also.

“Bit of a music junkie then huh”

You laughed at his comment and moved along and in turn he took your previous spot. You both contently followed that pattern for about five minutes, only looking over when one of you pulled up album to read the front or back, taking curiosity in each other’s interests and piqued attention. You stopped to glance at your watch and realised you had to get back home to tape a rerun episode of The Ghost Busters where two men and their pet gorilla hunt spooks. You were about to wave and leave but something tugged in your chest, looking down at your bag. You sighed quietly and turned back around to face the man.

“Hey- listen. I feel like you would appreciate this more than me, seeing as you asked after it at the counter. I’m Y/N, by the way.” You piped up as you thrusted the bag almost into his hands.

“Uh- what do you mean?” He asked before looking in the bag. “I can’t take this- you paid for it and everything”

“Call it a favor. This means you owe me. So…”

“Eric. And really this is too much-“

“Eric, how about…you take me on a coffee date? As friends-! I’m always looking for ways to connect with people, especially if they like music as much as me” you chuckled and started to move toward the door.

“Okay- yeah…what day?”

“Tomorrow?”

“Can’t. Sunday?”

“Okay! Sunday! Lunch time at the cafe opposite here!” You called as you left, hurrying off back to your apartment.

You made it home just in time, barely. The fact that you had just got a date of sorts with a handsome man hadn’t hit you until after you set the VHS recorder up. You were still getting used to it since it was all brand new stuff and though your very skilled friend had told you many times, you had still managed to mess up a few times. After that ordeal, you finally pulled off your bag, jacket and shoes and discarded them next to your velvet-feel green couch. You moved almost sluggishly to your kitchen and put on your coffee machine, the good ol’ Bunn-O-Matic coffee maker which your aunt had gifted to you as your moving-out gift. It kept you running during busy weeks like this. As you watched the coffee drip into the pot, moving to grab your favourite mug from the cupboard above, placing it down but not letting go as it finally sunk in that you had a date. You actually had one. Okay, maybe it was just a friend date as you had blurted out but still…maybe there was a chance. He was gorgeous after all. And that smile….wow, he could’ve had you fainting with just that.

With your cup ready in its entirety, you just had to pour the coffee before taking your cup of happiness to your window chair in the kitchen, grab the book you’re halfway through and sink into one of your favourite parts of the day.

Saturday flew by, and your morning was filled with housework while you had some errands to run you would usually have done on Sunday but as you now had plans, you had to undertake the tasks early. Once you were home you had laundry to tackle, there was a particular outfit you wanted to wear and unfortunately, it seems it had been wasted on your big trip to the grocery store earlier this week. So you were going to wear it and look damn good in it.

Sunday 11th

The morning came, and you got a surprisingly good amount of sleep which gave you a good feeling about the day, you just hoped it stayed going good. One of the new songs from KISS's new album came on the radio; Flaming Youth from their new album Destroyer. You smiled, glancing over to your poster that displayed The Demon, The Starchild, The Catman and The Spaceman. The song reminded you of how things were like between you and your parents when you would listen to music that they didn't understand when you were younger, not so much younger. And nothing had changed other than the fact you had your own place and no one to complain.

You had discovered KISS when you were on a naughty night out after work, which you shouldn't have done given it was a Tuesday and you had work the next day. But you somehow ended up at the Popcorn Pub with two of your friends who were born and raised New Yorkers. The pub was way quieter than you were expecting but you had been happy to sit somewhere more docile with a drink and your friends, having just come from a packed club. And then these four guys with white facepaint and instruments rocked up, you remember just sitting there with piqued interest and a confused look plastered on your face but you remained open-minded. It took a few songs but you grew to love it. You were totally in your element by the end of the night and you were sad when it came to an end. Eventually, you stumbled home to your small apartment at the time, you missed work the next day.

The memory made you smile, the song was long over when you came back to earth. Sighing as you moved to make yourself a strong cup of coffee, needing a boost to get your butt in gear. You wanted to give your apartment the once over before you left just incase you ended up back here with Eric. Unlikely but not impossible. You plodded to the couch, flicking on the news to see what was going on in the world. Boring. Politics and votes. Nothing of interest to you. You switched over and watched some random rerun of a soap. You eventually found yourself nursing an empty cup as the credits rolled, glancing at the clock before you realised you had to get moving. Like. Now. Or else you'd be late.

"Damn-!"

You scurried around getting your clothes out of the dryer which you had left running way too long and knew you'd pay for it later, literally. You pulled on your clothes while trying to do other things at once and failing. You finally were dressed, shoving your feet into some shoes haphazardly as you nearly fell trying to walk in them too soon, hunting down your jacket and bag. Finally, you make it out the door with everything, hopefully.

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You push open the door to the cafe, the bell above the door announcing your arrival, prompting its customers to glance your way. You slow your pace, looking for a familiar set of brown eyes. You didn't find them but you did hear someone behind you, you realised to should move out of the way, moving in ans turning to apologise.

"Sorry...I didnt- oh"

Well, it seemed that timing was on your side, Eric had turned up just about the same time as you. You couldn't help but smile at the chances.

"I was worried I was going to be late. Let's go find a seat?" Eric spoke up and motioned for you to walk ahead.

You nodded and moved towards the other end of the cafe, sitting in the comfy seats nestled in the corner. You both got settled and looked at the menu.

"I always look at the menu but end up getting the same thing I always get anyway..." You comment

"That is...very true. How about we pick each others drinks. Take a chance?"

You thought for a moment. "Alright. Let's hope it goes well" you laugh.

"I usually get a coffee, but only one cup. It's rare I have a second cup unless I'm really drained" Eric admitted, you nodded along. You knew not what to pick now.

"I get hot chocolate, usually." You inform which earns a simple nod before you both turn your attention fully back to the menu.

You browse the menu with new curiosity, you decide to get an "everything hot chocolate"

You both put in your orders at the counter separately so it would be a surprise. You definitely snuck a few looks at Eric when he wasn't looking, you just had to check him out, he was the definition of eye candy.

"So...Eric. what do you do for work?"

"Ah. It's going to sound super boring but I fix ovens, not the best job but it pays, y'know."

"It's honest work. One that not many think about I suppose. You don't think about that kind of job until you need your oven fixed. Remind me to get your number in case my oven brakes"

"Yeah. Right. That the only reason you'll need me after this date huh? Are you sure your oven ain't broken ans that's why you haven't run a mile yet?" He chuckled.

"Of course not! Who do you take me for? Some con? No. I'm totally just here for your wallet" you joke. As you watch as Eric looks and notices it's gone from the table and his pocket. The panic on his face was comedic. You had sneaked it off the table as he hadn't been looking while you were joking. Moments before you commented about taking it. You offered it back with a smile just as your drinks came.

"Oh. Sly. Very sly." He smirked.

"I've learnt a few better tricks as a kid than taking a wallet when people aren't paying attention. My estranged-ish uncle was a pickpocket and on the days when my parents let him see me, reluctantly, he taught me tricks secretly." You admitted

"Well I'll be checking my pockets before I leave" he laughed a bit.

You thanked the waitress for the drinks and gave a surprised hum. A coffee milkshake. You noticed Eric seemed to be happy with his order of hot chocolate with fresh whipped cream, cocoa powder, marshmallows and a mini cookie on the side.

"Good choice" he said

"Ditto"

You both took a sip of your drinks and nodded in approval.

"So what do you do for work? I told you mine. Now it's your turn."

"I'm a waitress at a fancy restaurant and hotel" You admit as you use the straw to try and eat some of the whipped cream before it all melts away. "It's not much fun but it pays pretty well due to its popularity. Especially if I'm working evenings."

"Honest work. As you said. If there's a need. There'll be a job." Eric spoke truthfully and you nodded in agreement.

For the rest of the date you spoke about everything, and conversation came easily. You debated on music, movies, aliens even. Back to music again and then got into a heated debate about the best sci-fi movie but you didn't come to an agreement but laughed it off anyway.

"So, what do you do in your free time?" Eric asked as you both 6 the cafe and started to just walk. No destination in mind.

"Hm. The only free time I get is usually the weekend. I should've been working today but someone owed me a shift to be covered. But usually I just read or watch shows. I do love Saturday Night Live with a hot drink. God...that makes me sound like a pensioner" You laugh

"No no. You like what you like. You like music though, do you go to concerts?" He asked as you watched while he kicked a pebble out of the way

"Oh yeah. I go to gigs at bars and pubs. I go to concerts whenever I can. I don't even mind if I'm not big on the band. It's about the experience."

"Any bands I'd know?"

"Black Sabbath, Queen, Led Zeppelin and KISS"

"Oh damn-! That's so cool. Looks like I know who to call when there's a good band playing though I haven't really heard any KISS. They good?"

"Yeah. I actually saw their first show. It was at a place called the Popcorn Pub. They've already come a long way. Oh...since we're heading that way anyway, do you wanna go to mine?" You ask as you turn to him and stop, pointing the same way you're both walking.

"Yeah sure. I've got nothing planned." Eric smiled and you nodded.

You ended up in your apartment, kicking your shoes off, Eric followed suit. You lead him to the living room where you both sink into the couch and relax.

"I hope I wasn't too forward with inviting you here. Or even asking you out on a date" you laugh lightly

"Not at all. It's been a while since I've been on a date...and it was surprising but not in a bad way. I've enjoyed myself. It's hard to find people to connect with nowadays. Plus. How many men can say they'd been asked out by a beautiful woman."

A flush came to your cheeks. "I uh...you're not too bad yourself." You said as your voice gets a little caught in your throat. You hear Eric laugh.

"Oh don't get all shy now! Where'd all that confidence go? Was it those huge platform boots that held all your confidence?" He chuckled and it only make you redder.

"Oh whatever" you swat him and laugh. "Want a drink? I've got some homemade lemonade in the fridge."

"That'd be great, thanks"

You nodded and left to get two servings before heading back in, your face less red and you didn't actually feel embarrassed, you felt quite comfortable in Eric's company. You place the drinks down, moving to stand straight before you put a record on, Stevie Wonder's Signed, Sealed and Delivered. You head back to the couch and move to sit down but your foot is caught under the rug, you don't even register that you're falling until you're on top of Eric, your hips on his, your face dangerously close. The only sound is the faint singing and each others ever quickening breaths. You should get off him. You should move. But part of you feels stuck. You can feel your heart in your chest, it feels thunderous to you. And you could swear you could feel Eric's too. He hasn't pushed pushed off yet. His hands had moved to your waist when you fell to catch you and you could feel his grip tighten, you guessed it was an unconscious action but the feeling of his hands on you stirred something inside. A yearning. A want. Your grip on the cushions under Eric tightened, your eyes flickering down to Eric's lips. Fuck. Was that a bad move, you felt Eric shift as soon as your eyes moved from his. You went to speak but nothing came out. You looked back up to meet his suddenly intense stare. You didn't know if it was intentional but Eric's hand placement and grip were pressing your hips into him, the feeling of his bulky jeans made something stir in you. It had to be obvious to him. The way your breathing was picking up. The way your cheeks were reddening. The way you almost closed the gap between the both of you. And then you did it. You made the mistake of squirming.

"I- sorry- I should-" you stuttered out, gulping, you knew you should get up but you ended up squirming more as Eric kept you in place. Did he...want you to stay there? Your gaze moves back to his, you could feel his chest heaving more than before. How his cheeks had grown red. How a particular part of him was a little more obvious than the rest. You could feel it. Finally, Eric spoke. In the softest of tones. His voice barely a whisper. Stuttering out his words a little before he fully said what he wanted to.

"Do you...wanna..."

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deli-writes-kiss-fics · 9 months ago

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A little sneaky-peek at the Eric Carr x fem reader filth I'm writing.

You + Eric + a car = risky business.

Lemme know if you wanna be tagged. Age in bio. You'll be blocked otherwise.

#eric carr #eric carr fanfiction #eric carr the fox #eric carr x reader #eric the fox #kiss the band #kissband #kiss #kiss band #eric carr smut #eric car spicy fic #eric carr x female reader

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deli-writes-kiss-fics · 9 months ago

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My different blogs + Masterlist

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@deli-writes-kiss-fics - the blog you're on right now. Here I write KISS imagines and fics. I write x Reader (female, male and gender neutral/unspecified). Dm me if you'd like to request. I'll write publicly but if you want a custom private imagine/one-shot you can ask. I'll write for Gene, Paul, Eric Carr, Tommy and maybe Vinnie (I'd have to research on anyone but Eric but willing to try). Anyone asking for a romantic fic has to be 18+ with age in bio. I don't need a bad rep. I won't write anything romantic for minors.

@ericcarrsworshipper - This is my KISS blog which is Eric Carr focused. If you wanna connect over KISS and/or Eric C, feel free to pop up and chat!

@whysodelirious08 - This is my Eddie Munson fanfic account. I haven't written there in a while but there are a few fics. (18+ MDNI WITH THIS ACCOUNT. THANKS).

@whysodeli08 - This is my roleplay account. I do literate 18+ roleplay. I DO NOT roleplay with under-18s. Ans age has to be in Bio if you wanna rp with me. Happy to do most plots but I only RP OCs, happy to place an OC with someone willing to play a character though. I don't rp for shows or movies. Only with KISS band members. Otherwise, plots can be based on shows and movies but not playing the characters.

Masterlist:

Fluff imagines:

Early morning day off

X Reader:

Eric Carr X fem reader: Led Zeppelin and sweet drinks

Reader POV

Hurt no comfort Eric Carr POV short story

Eric Carr with widowed reader.

18+ (MDNI)

Eric Carr x Fem Reader oneshot

In the back of the car fun fem reader

Eric Carr x Trans Male Reader

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deli-writes-kiss-fics · 8 months ago

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deli-writes-kiss-fics · 9 months ago

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Eric Carr x fem reader.

Fic is nearly done! It'll be a two-parter! Comment if you want to be tagged in the post!

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nyxnygma · 2 years ago

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Jealousy and Misunderstandings || ERIC CARR

[Eric Carr x Fem!Model!Reader]

Summary: reader is not usually jealous over the groupies that sworm around your boyfriend but after a bad night and an especially driven groupie you break

Warnings: Jealousy (obviously), misinterpretations, insecurities, kind of a panic attack

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A/N: I don’t like writing for real life people but here I am and I’m writing for KISS

Today has been a rough day. Your modelling manager didn’t think dating the drummer of a rock band would be good for your reputation and things led to another and now you need a new manager.

Not only that, but you were suppose to be meeting Eric four hours before he was on stage but due to delays and cancellations at the airport, you only arrived ten minutes before they had to start playing.

By the time you got backstage, you could only wave at him as he ran on stage.

You’ve been exhausted all day so after standing there for one and half hours you decided Eric wouldn’t mind if you went and sat in the joint dressing room, it’s not like he can see you standing there anyways and he’s always saying you don’t have to stand there for hours like you usually do.

So you give a smile to the crew men, letting one know to tell Eric where you were, and walked to the room. When you arrived, you sat down on the couch and started reading through one of their magazines but it only took a minute for to you fall asleep.

The concert ended in another hour and the four men wandered into their room, waking you up.

“Y/N!” Eric smiled as he saw you sitting on the sofa and came and hugged you. You kisses his painted cheek.

“Sorry about that. I just needed to sit down for ten minutes but I must’ve dropped off,” You apologise.

“No, no. Don’t apologies it’s fine,” his smile seemed fake, something was on his mind.

“You sure it’s okay?” You ask.

“Of course.”

“Hey Y/N,” Paul greeted as he sat beside you and swung an arm around your shoulders, “I think some people are coming in.”

“Okay,” You smile as you look back up to talk to Eric but he seemed to have moved without you noticing to the other side of the room. Weird.

“Want a drink?” Ace asks.

“Please,” You sigh. He throws you whatever beer the manager has provided them with.

“Is Eric okay?” You ask the man beside you.

“I think so, why?” Paul furrows his eyebrows as he turns to look at you.

“Nothing. It doesn’t matter,” you hum as you take a sip of the alcohol beverage in your hands.

After 5 minutes the groupies and other fans came wondering in the room. Usually you don’t mind them, you’re a model you have the mostly male equivalent, but a certain blonde girl got on your nerves. She clung to Eric and for some reason he didn’t quickly politely point you out like he usually does.

Paul found himself sitting next to you again after chatting up a woman who turned out to be in a committed marriage.

“I thought you and him had no groupies rule,” Paul commented after watching Eric evidently flirt with the girl. This confirmed it wasn’t just you being silly because he noticed it to.

“We do..” You sigh, not taking your beady eyes of the girl who hand was sliding up and down Eric’s arm and getting closer and closer every time she opens her stupid little month.

You’ve always been scared that you’d lose Eric to a groupie, or worse you already have. This thought wouldn’t leave your head. If he had already slept with someone you wouldn’t even know, you can sometime beapart for weeks at a time.

“I’m gonna get going,” You inform Paul, “can you tell Eric when I’m gone?”

“Oh. Well I think we’re heading back to the hotel soon anyways,” Paul nods, “do you want Eric’s room number.

“No I’ll be alright. I think I’m going to get my own room tonight,” you stand up and swing your bag on your shoulder. Before leaving, you turn back to look at your boyfriend, but as you did the girl pulled him into a kiss. As soon as that action happened you turned your head and stormed out the building.

You were in the car park and walking towards your rental, you couldn’t stop the thoughts swirling around your head. You’ve risked so much to be with him. Just today you fired the manager who was deemed the best modelling manager in the US. You’ve turned down modelling gigs abroad because Eric just got back from a tour so you could be with him, you have taken time out of your eventful life just to fly around going to his concerts to support him. And how does he repay you? He kisses a girl INFRONT of you!

You didn’t even make it to the car before tears spilled out of your eyes furiously. Your breathing sped up and your hands were shaking so much you couldn’t even open the car door.

5 Minutes Earlier

Eric pushes Angie off him as soon as her lips touches his. “Woah!” Eric breathes as he pushes her off him. “I have a girlfriend!”

“It didn’t sound like that when you were flirting with me,” she scoffs as she folds her arms and walks off towards Gene, who was already chatting up three women.

He started looking around the room trying to find you, just to explain what happened, but he couldn’t see you. Where you were sat was now occupied by someone else.

“Paul. Where’s Y/N?” He asks his band mate.

Paul looked at his friend with disappointment. He’s been close friends with you for the past 6 years, he is the one who introduced the two of you when he first joined the band, and he’d be damned if Eric thinks he can break your heart and not face any consequences.

“Well after fifteen minutes of watching you and that groupie bat your eyes at each other, she left to get a hotel room. Not without watching you two kiss,” Paul looks at Eric with anger in his eyes.

“No!” He runs his hands through his own hair. “I can explain I promise. I need to find her!”

“Alright I’ll come to,” Paul nods, choosing to believe him.

Ace joined the pair, apparently he needed to retire early anyway, and the trio headed out and onto the car parks - still in makeup.

“Wait is that Y/N?” Ace pointed out the figure.

You had your hand on the window and your other hand on the door handle as you attempted to slow down your breathing as tears stream down you cheeks.

“Y/N-” Eric begins to call before Paul pushes him back.

“Let me talk to her first,” Paul states as he walks to you and places a hand on your back.

“Hey Y/N?” He asks. “Eric wants to explain.”

“Yeah,” you sob. “Tell him to piss off.”

“Y/N.. Talk to him,” he sighs. You nod and he walks back to where Ace and Eric are stood. Your boyfriend then walks towards you.

“I’m so so sorry,” Eric nervously mumbles. Scared that he’ll make you cry more if he speaks any louder. “I didn’t kiss her back. I promise you that as soon as I realised what was happening I pushed her off me. Even ask Ace he saw it happen.”

“You may have not kissed her but you did push her off you as she was feeling you up did you?” Your face turned from sadness to anger as you moved your body to look at him.

“I know! I can explain that to,” he looks down at the floor in shame.

“Go on then,” you cross your arms.

“It’s just..” he sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose, “I started to get a bit jealous every time you and Paul got touchy. It’s stupid I know! But I went to Ace for advice and he told me to get you jealous. Now that I think about it he was pretty drunk and was watching some weird teenage soap opera.”

If it was anyone else who said that you would not believe it but it was such an Eric thing to do. “You promise that is what happened?” You lift his head up to look at you by pushing his chin up with your index finger.

“Yes!” He nods. “I love you and you know that. Why would I do anything to lose my beautiful model girlfriend?”

“It was pretty stupid what you did y’know?” You chuckled.

“I know! I know!” He smiles sheepishly as you pulled him into a kiss.

The pair of boys behind us cheered.

#kiss #kiss x reader #kiss band #eric carr #eric carr x reader #paul stanley #gene simmons #ace frehley #ace frehley x reader #the fox #starchild #spaceman #the demon #catman

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nyxnygma · 2 years ago

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Hi can you do a story with Eric Carr x shy fem reader set around the 1980 Australian unmasked tour?

A/N: this has taken me so long because I have had no ideas, and still don’t. I’m going through writers block so forgive me ♡𐀔

Butterflies || Eric Carr

[Eric Carr x GN!Reader]

Summary: you are a friend of Ace’s and you go to a concert to support your friend and meet their new drummer. You are surprised to find out he’s just your type

Warnings: poor fluff, alcohol

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As soon as Ace heard that you had a month off work he booked you a plane ticket to Australia. It had been a while since you were able to attend one of his concerts, as it overlapped with your work a lot, so you were excited to join KISS on the tour. You would be able to meet him before his first concert and then spend most of the tour with him and the band. You missed your friend dearly and you could not wait to meet the new drummer.

When you landed, you wasted no time in rushing to the hotel. You were surprised to find the building being surrounded by thousands of KISS fans, but luckily a body guard matched your face to a photo in his hand and escorted you into the building. You were so glad that the guard spotted you as you weren’t so confident in speaking to people you did not know.

“Y/N!” Ace shouted as he rushed down the lobby, which seemed to just be accommodating the people with KISS, stairs.

“Pau- Ace,” you corrected yourself as you accepting your friend into a tight embrace, “it’s so good to see you.”

“You too,” he nods, swinging an arm around your shoulder.

“It’s crazy out there, isn’t it?” You breathe as you let the man usher you into the elevator.

“I know. I bet it’s quite frightening for poor baby drummer,” he laughed.

“Ah yes, the new drummer. How is he?” You question.

“Oh Eric? He’s an amazing drummer,” he informs you, pressing the button for the third floor, “and he’s a sweetheart too. That’s why we liked him at first, no sense of narcissism or anything.”

“That’s good,” you nod, “completely opposite of you though.”

“Oi! That was rude,” he lead you to an open door where the sound of loud voices could be heard, “here we are. I’m sure Gene and Paul will be happy to see you.”

You stepped through the threshold of the door and sure enough the two men smiled and ushered you to sit down with them. “Feels like decades since we last saw you,” Paul chuckled.

“Yeah. Been missing coming to the concerts,” you laugh. You glance at the stranger on the couch across from you.

“Oh,” Gene butted in the conversation, “Y/N meet Eric, our drummer, and Eric meet Y/N, Ace’s friend, our first fan you could say.”

“It’s so nice to meet you,” you are able to push the words out your mouth, your face heating up. You knew you were bright red but you tried to brush it off. He was so attractive.

“It’s good to meet you too. I have heard great things about you,” he smiles at you. His smile could only be described as being perfect.

“Me too,” you nod before realising what you said, “I mean- I have heard great things about you! I’ve not been hearing great things about my self because that would be weird- I’m just gonna shut up.”

Your cheeks were now impossibly red as Eric stared at you blankly.

After the awkward interaction, you went to your hotel room to freshen up from your flight, but also to prepare yourself to speak to Eric again.

You watched the band preform from the wings of stage, they were as good as you remembered. Smiling, you danced along to the music and whooping loudly after all of Ace’s guitar solos, making him wink playfully at you.

You were fine until you saw Eric looking at you.

Your cheeks turned bright pink and your dancing came to a halt. He smiled at you and you couldn’t help but think about how cute he looked with his fox makeup.

“You guys were amazing as usual,” you chuckled as you greeted the four men off stage and walked with them to their dressing rooms, where they will soon meet some fans. It took a lot of self control not to turn and admire the drummer beside you.

“Hey I’m sorry if you thought I was judging your dancing,” Eric apologised, voice just above a whisper, “I was just admiring your enthusiasm.”

“Embarrassed? Me? Pffft,” you fail to play it cool, “I am going to catch up with Paul.”

“Oh. Okay,” you swore you heard disappointment in his voice as you ran into the joint dressing room to where the two guitarists were sitting.

“Y’alright there, Y/N?” Ace asked, confused why you literally ran away from Eric.

“Yeah you seem all flustered,” Paul added on, “wouldn’t have anything to do a certain drummer watching you, would it?”

You spun around to see Eric embarrassingly fast and he was in fact watching you. “Awh love at first sight. How sweet,” Ace chuckled as he sipped on his alcoholic beverage.

“Piss off,” you huff, “I find him kinda cute, alright?”

“Y/N IS IN LOVEEE!” Ace yells and stands up abruptly. You tug his hand and pulled him back into his chair. Paul was in hysterics.

“Ace! What the fuck!” You put your face in your hands. You peered behind you to see Eric’s reaction, but he was gone.

You bumped into the drummer again later on that night. It was late and this after party was lasting hours, you were sat on the couch bored out your mind when he sat next to you. You stayed silent.

“So how long have you known Ace?” Eric attempts to make conversation.

“Since we were kids,” you answer plainly, trying so hard not to make a fool of yourself.

“Oh that’s nice,” he nods.

Great now it’s awkward, you think.

“Sorry, did I do something to offend you?” He asks. Worry in those big brown eyes of his.

“No!” You deny, surprise he went to that conclusion. “I’m sorry I’m just a bit shy when I meeting new people.”

“Oh that is definitely a relief,” he chuckles to himself.

Then there was another minute of silence. This time it was a comfortable silence.

“Why are you sat here with me and not up with boys and groupies?” You ask him.

“You looked as if you needed some company,” he replies, “and I always don’t feel like I’m who they really want to talk to since I’m new and I’m not like them, they’re more rockstar than me.”

“Don’t be daft!” You shake your head in disbelief, “I’ve only known you for a few hours and I already think your amazing!”

“Thanks, Y/N,” he smiles a sweet smile at you, “hey this might sound random and a bit quick but would you maybe like to go to dinner with me tomorrow?”

“Dinner?” You froze. Your cheeks heated for the millionth time that day.

“Yeah like a date,” he scratched his head, “don’t feel like you have to though. I totally understand.”

“No. No,” you shake year head before realising what it sounds like your saying, “I mean no I don’t feel like I have to- I mean I would love to go on a date with you.”

“Perfect .”

#eric carr #kiss #kiss songs #kiss x reader #eric carr x reader #kiss army #kiss band #ace frehley #paul stanley

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nyxnygma · 2 years ago

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Sly Fox PT1 || Eric Carr

[Eric Carr x Fem!Reader]

Summary: What would happen if Eric was dating Paul Stanley’s Sister without him no one

Warnings: lying, innuendos, protective Paul

PART 2

!! Not proof read!!

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When your brother rose to fame, he took you with him to all his concerts. He even got you the job to assist in designing and making their outfits and helping with make-up mishaps.

Paul had been quite protective of you since the beginning but now it’s gotten worse. One of his main concerns is people may be using you to have a connection with KISS and get famous, this happened once. He would also kill anyone if they break your heart. He even sat his band down to tell them they cannot date or do any funny business with you (he made this clear to Gene three more times).

This rule has never been a problem for you. Yes, the three men were attractive but you’ve never fallen for one of them. However, that all change when Peter left the band and was replaced by Eric.

He was like no one you’d ever met. He was kind, sweet, cute and he a jock raise to fame did not affect him. You had to spend a lot of time with him as well at first since he needed a persona. You both came up with The Hawk at first but that idea was scrapped fast. Luckily, Eric had a great idea.

“What about a fox?” He looked up at you with a nervous glint in his eyes. He looked so cute just sitting there on his chair, worried you wouldn’t like his suggestion.

“That a great idea!” You praised, “what size feet are you?”

“What?” He looked so confused.

“I think you’d fit Peter’s boots,” You explained. He fit the shoes perfectly. “You go home and come up with some make-up ideas and get some sleep. I’ll start making your outfit, hun.”

He blushed and nodded, “thanks, Y/N. Goodnight.”

“Good night,” you smiled. You didn’t waste any time that night, you quickly started sewing up old costumes to make a perfect one to fit his new persona.

“Rise and shine, Y/N,” Ace laughed. You must have dropped asleep after making the costume right into the table.

“Did you stay here all night? Have you eaten?” Paul questioned.

“Yes. Yes. I’ll get some breakfast in a second,” you huffed, “how’s this?”

You held up the outfit up to the four men. “God. That’s amazing,” Eric praises. You smile.

“Looking good,” Gene approved, “better try it on, Eric, with the makeup.”

He nodded and you all left the room to let him change. He came out of the room with his makeup design and outfit and it looked perfect, even with his big boots he was significantly shorter than the others.

You waited til he was in his normals clothes, the other guy have already left to carry on getting ready to travel or something, and walked him out the building as you interrogated him about what changes he wanted made to the getup. He insisted it was perfect.

“Do you want to get some lunch?” You asked him.

“What?” He blushed, “I mean yeah. I would loved to.”

He shook the idea that it was a date out of his head. He convinced himself that this was a work thing.

“Good. I’m wanting a burger,” I smile at him. He just nods and follows you as you lead him to a diner.

You both talked and talked all the way through the meal. You talked about what bands you listened to, he was a big fan of the New York Dolls, and what movies you like to watch. Your conversation even lasted after the meal as you sat eating cakes and drinking coffee. You finally left after three hours.

“This has been fun,” you smiled at him. He blushed.

“Yeah it really has. We should do this again.” He was about to speak again but you couldn’t stop your lips crashing into his. He didn’t seem to mind as he reciprocated the kiss. It only last 30 seconds but it felt like hours. “That was.. a shock.”

“Really? I’ve been flirting with you since day one,” you giggled.

“Oops,” he chuckled at his own obliviousness.

“My brothers gonna kill us,” you breathe, “he hates the idea of one of his band mates dating me.”

“What?” he stared blankly at you.

“Yeah..” You cringe, “I just want to say that I genuinely enjoy your company and like you.”

“I feel the same,” he grins. You both came up with a plan. It wasn’t a good plan but it was a plan.

You were both going to sneak behind you brother’s back and date. It sounded simple but it wasn’t. Especially when we were in Australia.

“Where did you two run off to after the interview,” Paul queried.

“I went to my hotel room,” you both said at the exact same time.

Paul raise his eyebrows, “Okay..” he the exited the room with Gene.

Truth was you weren’t in your room but in Eric’s bed. You spent the night together and left him at 6 am before Paul woke up.

“Lying to your brother?” Ace tutted from beside you on couch.

“What?“ you attempted to suppress your surprised. Eric eyes widened.

“My room is next Eric’s. I heard a woman’s voice and other things,” he raised his eyebrows up and down, “and I woke up at 5:50 and went to get some ice. When I returned I saw you sneaking out of fox’s room.”

Eric was frozen. He was scared Paul was going to boot him out of the band because he as soon as he joined the band he started dating his sister.

Part two

#kiss band #kiss #eric carr x reader #eric carr #the fox #paul stanley #starchild #the starchild #ace frehley x reader #ace frehley #spaceman #the spaceman #gene simmons #the demon

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