#KISSband

[averagekissfan]

For @sluttery-withoutshame

A list of the (known) men that ace has been involved with

Bobby Mcadams- Ace and him met in high school. Peter states that they would regularly kiss and “touch” each other. Bobby co wrote a book (Kiss and tell) in which he denies this. There are quite a few images of these two together. Bobby sitting on Aces lap or doing his hair, just heterosexual things. Bobby also claims that ace would constantly try to kiss him in from of girls because “chicks dig it”

The Australian man- Yknow that image of ace kissing an older man? Yeah. Again, theres a few images of these two. I remember seeing a post where someone figured out this dudes name, he sadly passed away.

Peter- According to gene these two would kiss each other without hesitation. I wasnt able to find where this was said but i think paul told a story about peter putting his dick on aces shoulder and ace kissed it 💀 pictured below are two different tellings of the bj story

Gene- just the onstage antics. Ace humping genes leg, gene licking him on the lips. Just bro things.

Eric carr- these two made out in paris, according to paul

Wendy Moore - his ex gf who claims she used a strap on and had to put a “vibrating egg” inside of him. Her book was posted on yt in audio form, i haven’t listened to it all yet

These are all i could think off right now but i think i covered it all. Ace also has a history of flirting with / touching male interviewers. Go watch ace on the Morton downey jr show, he cant stop calling ace babe 💀

[ericcarrsworshipper]

I've remade the chandler holding record meme for KISSBLR!

Part two here

Part three here

[the-redacted]

This picture just screams "Hey (with rizz)"

[deli-writes-kiss-fics]

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.

[cherryrainn]

hello hello can i request an ace frehley x female reader? can this be inspired be his song "speedin back to my baby" ? like they had a fight and he came speedin back home and just write the aftermath?

SPEEDIN' BACK TO MY BABY .

; pairing ; ace frehley x reader

; note ; AWW I LOVE THIS ASK SO MUCH!

; warnings ; none

; song ; speedin' back to my baby

you're his only girl and to him, you're just the world.

so, you know, he literally couldn't bare the thought of leaving you upset.

the door slammed shut, and the familiar jingle of keys followed. you heard ace's heavy sigh, and your heart skipped a beat as you prepared yourself for the aftermath of your fight.

ace walked into the room, his eyes met yours.

"hey," he finally said, his voice a mix of regret and exhaustion.

"hey," you replied, unable to hide the relief in your voice. the silence lingered for a moment until ace broke it with a sheepish grin.

"i guess i couldn't stay mad at my baby for too long," he said, attempting to lighten the mood.

you chuckled, "missed me that much, huh?"

ace laughed, the tension in the room dissipating. "yeah, well, you know i can't resist coming back to you."

he walked over, pulling you into a warm embrace. "i hate it when we fight, you know that?"

"i hate it too," you admitted, burying your face in his chest. "but i'm glad you came back... like always."

ace tilted your chin up, looking into your eyes. "i'm sorry for leavin' in the first place. i'm an idiot."

you smirked, "yeah, you are."

he chuckled, "well, i'm a lucky idiot, then."

your arms wrapped around him, pulling him close. while you wished he wasn't an idiot, you wouldn't trade him for the world.

the kiss started out sweet, but before long, it turned heated. your fingers ran through his hair, running along the back of his neck.

your lips parted, and you both pulled away. you both were breathless, your heart beating hard in your chest. ace leaned his forehead on yours.

"i love you," he said.

you smiled and leaned in once more, kissing his neck. his hand tightened in your hair, his eyes closing tightly.

your lips found his again as you started to pull away. "i love, you too," you whispered.

taglist ; @frehleyfreak , @wavvytin

[j-tillow]

[deli-does-bad-art]

Pumpkin Space Eric - GO! LOL

Shitty art coming at yah.

[xerrystone]

Can we talk about Ace's hand on Peter's leg? I love it! my heart is happy. 🫶

[sl0tfg3n]

Columbus, Ohio, March 6, 1977

[black--cherryy]

⚠️ Kiss smut ⚠️

(Cuz I feel naughty)

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Let's see what the boys have going on under their pants.

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Paul: I think he maybe doesn't have a too long member..Maybe around 16cm and idk it's cut and normal looking I'm sorry..Idk he has a basic one.

Ace: Now for Ace I think he has the longest of all the members and a thick one..Idk the size like exactly but it's longer than the average.

Peter: I think he has a thick motherf*cker I mean we all saw that one picture *cough* right? Anyway. It's not too long like around 16cm (maybe?) but I mainly based it off of that picture so...

Gene: Lmao..Idk why but the more guys are obsessed with women the more their dicks seem to be small..Now I won't say that he has a small one but I think it's the smallest of them all..(Sorry to all the Gene groupies)

[depressionpersonified]

GUYS GUYS GUYS

I GOT SIGNED KISS PICS!!!!!

[averagekissfan]

Friendly reminder that Gene, Paul, and Ace have all kissed peter

[ericcarrsworshipper]

Sending love from me to you. Especially to my Mootz.

[the-redacted]

Little Eric doodle bc i love him

[deli-writes-kiss-fics]

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..."

[cherryrainn]

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."