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I'll Never Get Tired Of You, Never

Characters : Paul Stanley, Velvet Von ragnar.

Pairing : Stardemon/ Vonstar

Setting: Mid 80s

Au: Never Too Young to Die (Normal route)

Summary: ‘’What are you thinking about, Stanley?’’

“Many things…’’

‘’Like what?’’

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⚠️Warnings: Slice of life, deep conversations, lore, date night, insecurities, Symbolism, Metaphors, light Angsts, Fluff, Comfort, talks of pregnancy, Circle of light, Mentions of Abuse, kissing, touches, picnic implied, dreams, Foreshadowing. Ask to tag! (more on A03.)

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Now On A03~

‘’What are you thinking about, Stanley?’’

“Many things…’’

‘’Like what?’’

‘’Life.’’ Paul breathed, looking up into the night sky where the stars shined around the full moon that showed its bright and gleaming presence all around while the clouds moved, Birds migrating somewhere with their kin. Flowers swayed side to side with the wind as they danced with harmony and rhythm, as swans swam in the glistening waters near the spot where Paul and Velvet laid together on a blanket. Laying side by side, close. Hands are intertwined, stomachs are full of snacks and food while minds are full of questions about anything they want to ask or talk about. Both of their hairs sprawled out together, as Paul turned to face Velvet while she did the same. ‘’Life, Vel. Life.’’ Paul proclaimed, squeezing her hand.

‘’What kind of life?’’ Velvet questioned, looking into Paul's eyes as he took a breath. Staring into her eyes as well, breathing slowly as rabbits run across them fast. Not paying them any mind or hassle, scurrying into the deepest darkest depths into the bushes nearby, never to be seen again until morning it seems as Velvet moved closer to him. Turning over onto her side, watching him. Awaiting his answer, as she caresses his cheeks tenderly. Rubbing her finger across his smooth skin, massaging him a little. ‘’What kind of life, if i may ask?’’ She whispered, her eyes becoming more rich from the moon above.

‘’Any life.’’

‘’But, what kind of life? Animal, aliens-’’ She chuckled, moving a strand of hair away from Paul’s face, putting it behind his ear. He smiled warmly, grabbing that gently. Pulling her almost on top of him, stroking her cheek as well while she held his face in her hand. Touching their foreheads together, eyes closing as she speaks. ‘’Or human?’’

‘’Human.’’ Paul said, laying his head on her shoulder. Looking up at her, as the swans became closer and the sounds of music from the darkness started to rise while he smoothed his hands on the side of her face more. His heart being steady yet a little fast, sitting on Velvet’s lap comfortably. The empty plates clattering against each other from his and hers movement on the blanket, scrunching the blanket up in the process. The drinks rolling off onto the side, as they roll in the grassy patch. Liquids sloshing around, the sound of night taking place. ‘’Definitely, human.’’

‘’What about them?’’ She asked, wrapping her arm around Paul’s waist. Curious on what Paul has to say about them, and what he’s been thinking about as of recently during these past months that’s been full of some of the best, sweet and awesome times she and him ever had since they started dating, as tonight was one of there dates where they go out and dressed in the finest clothing they had. Paul in white bell bottoms, lavender sweater that showed off his shoulder along with his curls done beautifully and efficiently making him look more like a angel each day as time pass while she wore a golden chest piece, a necklace, spiked wristbands and leather pants with some heels that could kill anything when stepped on and…

No makeup, this time.

Due to becoming more comfortable and Paul’s compliments, it made her think on why she has to wear makeup when she’s already beautiful as it is like a Queen that Paul always called her or said when they were together, like now. Only wearing makeup sometimes or none at all, from how everything been good and the fact Paul doesn’t care if she wore it or not made her feel more better about her looks than ever.

Which says something, but nonetheless felt good that she doesn’t need to wear makeup to impress or be more attractive cause he makes her feel more attractive, hot and even human that she has no reason to at all to put on the mask, only bits and pieces but not a mask…

Anymore.

She's grateful and wouldn’t change anything about it, due to becoming more better and emotional thanks to meeting Paul in the park. Sitting on a bench, all alone in the summer of…

87.

A day she would always remember, just like this one night will become memorable like all before this one, but this…

Will be different.

‘’What about humans, Starlight?’’

‘’We live, work, and die. Right?’’

‘’Sometimes…’’

‘’Circle of life, throughout decades. Repeating the same whole things everyday until nothing is left and it’s just darkness until it starts all over again and it’s the same thing. The same choices, consequences, and rituals.’’

‘’Yeah…’’

‘’We get tired of them, but yet we do them every time but if we change or do something different will it get tiring or exhilarating like the first time? Or will it be more draining than before?’’ Paul questioned, going on as Velvet listened without answering his questions. Trying to get an understanding as he talked, hearing his lisp coming through at times or stuttering through words that make everyone question a lot about things in life, they often wondered about in times like these.

‘’If history changed or was altered, would everything have the same consequences like before or would it just be the same? If someone wanted to do something different, would they be tired or ecstatic? Would they want to be with someone and possibly do something that cause a rift between them?’’

‘’What kind of rift?’’

‘’One that’s positive or negative.’’ He confessed, bringing Velvet down with him as they laid together in each other’s embrace. Laying his head on her chest, listening to her soothing heartbeat as he kept on speaking while she stroked his hair. Running her hand through his massive amount of curls, looking down at him. Listening intensely. ‘’One that could…’’

‘’Make them tired of each other.’’

‘’Tired of each other? How so?’’

‘’Marriage, Sex, Lifestyles, or babies…’’ Paul whispered, mumbling that last part to himself as Velvet took a breath. The coldness of the air appeared when she breathed, resting her hand on Paul’s back. Keeping it there for the time being, as the crickets and music became louder. The flowers sprouting it’s petals, different in each of them as they danced around the couple. The sound of Velvet’s heart sending vibrations through Paul’s ear, his right ear in the center. Can’t hear it clearly, but it made him calm with what he’s saying. ‘’Those things, when the couple does one of them. They get tired and maybe annoyed from the changes they made to adjust in there life, which they thought could be a positive thing but it turns out….’’

He takes a breath, Velvet rubs his back.

‘’It was more of a negative than a positive, that caused a rift or a break between them.’’

‘’How so, Stanley?’’ She asked, staring up at the stars.

‘’When they want to get married or move in, they think it’s going to be the best thing in the world for the two of them. Thinking they’ll do everything together, like go out to places they love dearly before they move in and get together. Like the movies, Restaurants, arcades, bookshops, etc. stuff they both liked doing until…’’

The wind blows by, as some leaves and flowers fly out in the open. Landing all around the couple in some sort of circle or heart, as a rose landed by Velvet’s head. A red rose, Paul’s favorite. Smelling very lovely like him, a smell Velvet loved smelling through her nostrils from the shampoo and soaps he uses. Her other hand nears it as she asks…

‘’Until what?’’

‘’They get tired of it, looking for new things for them to enjoy but in the end it’s all the same.’’

‘’The same ole thing?’’

‘’Yeah.’’

‘’And what do they do then?’’ She asked, curious.

‘’They split up or…’’ Paul goes, but becomes quiet. Both of them listening to the different sounds around them, the chimes of music becoming louder at some points but then quiet the next. The chirps of the crickets have gone quiet, the swans still swimming are flapping their wings. Getting water out of them, as they shook. Becoming dry, like Paul’s mouth. Words becoming hard as wood, as a jet flies across the sky. The moon shines once more on them, Velvet’s finger touches the stem softly as she looks down.

‘’They split up or?’’

Paul lifts up his head, eyes glowing like caramel. Strands of curls in his face, dangling as he moves them away. Taking a breath, a few times before his lower lip trembles in fear or stress as he gulps. The wind making a slight noise, as a wolf howls loudly…

At the moon.

‘’They have a baby. One they both make, with there love and care they both have for each other so much they decided to make life resembling one or both of them. One they would love dearly for the rest of there life no matter how hard life is or the obstacles that would come down the line, either falling apart or strengthening there love they make it until they pass or…the love dies causing one to leave while the other tries to take care of the baby until it becomes a bother or a chore and they don’t love it anymore…’’

He sniffs, choking up a little.

‘’Eventually getting tired of it too, regretting everything.’’

Tears peaked from his eyes, but he wiped them away. Breaking Velvet’s heart a little, placing her hand on Paul’s side. Holding him as he speaks, his voice shaking like a leaf but nonetheless talks clearly.

‘’Regretting meeting there lover, the choices, the consequences, things they’ve done and eventually having a child, they thought it would fix things and make everything better but it didn’t make things worse. S-So worse, they get tired and just leave there baby all alone in the dark with no but the baby itself in a lonely dark room forever or until they want to spend time with it for their own convenience until-’’

‘’They get tired.’’ Velvet said, finishing Paul’s words. Holding him tight against her, both of them making eye contact. ‘’And, it all repeats again? Doesn’t it?’’

‘’Yeah.’’

‘’The circle of life huh?’’

‘’Mhm.’’

‘’Paul.’’

No word, but he looks at her.

‘’Are you afraid of me, getting tired of you?’’ She asked, sitting up a little. Her hair flowing in the wind as her necklace shines from the moon like the water and her eyes becoming softened while looking at her lover. Reveling in the looks she’s getting from him and the question that she asked that made her heart and mind shake with emotion. Beating fast while her mind looks for more questions and answers. ‘’Are you Scared, of it happening?’’

He takes a breath, separating from Velvet as they both sat up. Moving the plates, drinks and everything around them as they both sat. one looking at the other while the other thinks about it for a while as Velvet touches Paul’s hand and holds them in her’s. Taking in a sight, that makes them both look like a Queen and a…

King, all around.

‘’Paul, Are you?’’

He looks at her hands, smoothing her knuckles with his fingers.

‘’Paul?’’

He looks up at her, eyes trembling. He speaks, as a light around them starts appearing slowly.

‘’Ho-.’’

‘’Yes, i’m afraid of it happening to us.’’

‘’Why?’’

‘’Because it happened to my parents, and look what happened to me…’’

‘’And you’re worried about repeating that cycle again?’’

‘’Yeah, the cycle of…’’ Paul goes quiet, looking down. Doesn’t want to say the word, doesn’t want to remember his upbringing or past. Hurting himself more, as a tear slides down but Velvet wipes it away. Grabbing his chin tenderly, as they touched their foreheads together once again. Paul hitches a breath, trembling.

‘’Of the inferno you’ve experienced…’’ Velvet said, rubbing Paul’s cheek softly.

He nods, speaking.

‘’And if we get tired of each other, bring a baby into this world. I’ll be like…them.’’

‘’No, you won’t.’’

‘’Vel, look at me. I’m the…product of them and the remnants of the things they’ve done to me, i’m nothing but a mess of there worlds.’’

‘’No, your not.’’

‘’Ve-’’

‘’Stanley, you're not a product. You're not nothing, and you're not a mess. You’re beautiful, a Man and the most wonderful person I've ever met in my life who makes me think about why I'm here or other’s are here in the first place. You’ve made me believe in love, hope and anything that makes me get out to see the finer things in life that maybe not are finer to others but are finer to me. To you and…’’

‘’To, us.’’

‘’Ve-’’

‘’You're the product of a family who didn’t care and mistreated you, I'm the product of some person who left me to die and suffer their consequences. Were both remnants of families and a generation who thought having a kid would be better for them, for their benefits and gain but in the end it wasn’t. Or didn’t think through enough about having them and ending up just…’’

She takes a breath.

‘’Tossing them in the trash or some orphanage to become leftovers.’’

She takes another breath, visible from the cold air.

‘’And in the end, they may be nothing or a mess but…’’

‘’But, what.’’

‘’They’re beautiful messes, who found each other through trials and obstacles. Surviving what life throws at them and never giving up like some people have, they get tired but it’s worth it. It’s worth seeing another day if it’s just the same thing over and over as long as they make it and have the right people around them when they need them the most at there bests or worsts. Breaking some of the cycles along the way. And what a way it is….’’

She slowly takes the rose in her hands, holding it between her and Paul. Blooming gorgeous from small lights and the eyes of browns reflecting it as she twirled it with her fingers, showing off the red and swirls. Smiling warmly, bringing Paul close as he watches her.

‘’Life mistakes, regrets, problems sometimes bring people closer together without them realizing them in times they should have realized. Realized they’ve done something and perhaps should’ve done something to fix them with simple solutions instead of the ones that bring responsibility and so much care. Think about themselves instead of what generations done before them or people around them have done before the downward spirals.’’

She brings it up to her nose, sniffing it. Filling her with scents, her lips curled.

‘’Before the big decisions.’’

She takes the thorns out, one by one.

‘’Before the complications.’’

Another piece.

‘’Before the problems, they didn’t address or fix.’’

Another piece.

‘’Before the regrets or mistakes.’’

The final piece, she looks at it.

‘’Before…’’

Her finger goes to the last one, Paul’s finger touches her.

Both of them touching the thorn together, holding it before…

‘’Everything.’’ They both say, plucking…

The final piece off.

Going quiet, hairs flowing in the end as…

Fireflies come out around them, glowing brightly. Abundance of them around the couple, as they both take a breath and look at each other. Minds, hearts and eyes full of emotion as…

Velvet places the rose behind Paul’s ear, they both smiled.

‘’Before all those things. They forgot to take of the one thing that’ll make a difference.’’

‘’Like, what?’’ Paul asked, his eyes shining.

‘’Themselves.’’

‘’How?’’

‘’By working on them and being around the right people, like how you appeared and worked on me while i worked on you.’’

‘’Velvet…’’

‘’Paul…’’

They embraced, holding each other tightly.

‘’We maybe a mess, but we are a beautiful mess. The both of us, making each other better and learning things about ourselves that doesn’t make me tired or annoyed, it’s life. Are you tired of me?’’

‘’Never.’’

‘’But you’re afraid of me, getting tired of you?’’

‘’Yeah…are you?’’

‘’Never.’’ She gasped, pulling away from Paul. looking him in the eye, putting his hand on her cheek. ‘’Never, i’ll never get tired of you Starlight.’’ She proclaimed, kissing him on the mouth passionately before pulling away. ‘’Never.’’

‘’How can I be so sure, and what if we bring a life into this world that’s unexpected or planned and things change between us?’’

‘’Then we make sure we talk about them before and after.’’

‘’But what if you get tired of the baby?’’

‘’I’ll never get tired of the baby, we'll make.’’

‘’We?’’

‘’Yes, honey. We.’’

‘’But what if-’’

‘’You and me will break the cycle, never repeat the same things those people done to us, never do the things to the child that doesn’t deserve to be locked up, mistreated, or thrown away. Never be like them, never repeat it, never look in the mirror and say i’m them instead…’’

Paul's heart pounds, his mouth widens slowly.

‘’Be better. Be the parents that stood up and took care of themselves, there children and the ones who would help them regardless without a care in the world, a little communication and guidance is better than nothing.’’

‘’You sure?’’

‘’I’m sure.’’

Paul eye’s glances around them for a sec, then looks at Velvet’s.

‘’You promise, right? If we communicate and have guidance, take care of ourselves, the problems, the mistakes and regrets then…would you..me..take care of the baby…’’

‘’Together?’’ He Questions, face full of worry.

‘’Of, course. I promise…’’

‘’Me…?’’

‘’Us.’’ Velvet stated, stroking Paul’s curls. ‘’I promise us, if we bring a life into this world. We’ll be better, take care of them and give them the life we’ve never had. And if you get tired, i’ll take care of them and be reminded how beautiful there father is each day when i hold them in my arms and be thankful for the life we’ve created.’’

‘’And if you get tired.’’

‘’We all get tired.’’ they both chuckled, laughter echoing in the air. The flowers stopped dancing, fireflies still flying around with their bright glow as dark clouds covered the moon as they moved. Stars shining with their might but not as bright as the lover’s eyes and there…

Love for another.

‘’And do it all over again, like a family.’’

‘’A family we’ve created…’’

They both breathed, laying together once again.

‘’Imagined.’’

‘’Paul?’’

‘’Yes?’’

‘’Do you want a family with me, a little mini us?’’

‘’I do but...i don’t know if i can have or carry them with the stuff i was on or did to myself. I don’t know if i could.’’

‘’But if you did know.’’

‘’Then yes, but it would have to be someday when I am or we’re ready for it. I don’t want to have a child and be a mess everyday in front of them or you. I don’t want them to see that and be afraid of me…’’

‘’And help you, with their gifts and smile.’’ Velvet said, seeing a little smile form on Paul. ‘’they might be afraid for there father, but they will make your day full of enjoyment and life when they can and if your having a bad day then i’ll help you in the dark and light it up with things you love like them and me.’’

‘’It ain't always going to be good nor bad but that’s life and it’s frustrating and hard but one that everyone gets through, one day at a time. Slowly but surely, it’ll be fine and dandy like…’’

‘’Us.’’

‘’Like us, Starlight. Like us.’’

‘’And if you're having a bad day, then I'll sing all your worries and problems away. And who knows maybe…they’ll sing to you as well.’’ Paul giggled, teeth showing. ‘’With there babbles and anything they can say.’’

‘’Then i get two angels, two perfect angels singing to me with there voices from heaven and looks that can make hearts pound and faces light up with a simple gesture. Two angels, in my life i would always love and be with.’’

‘’As a family?’’

‘’Yeah…as a family.’’

‘’Where love, care, everything can exist in ways we can only hope for right?’’

‘’Right.’’ Velvet stated, holding Paul. hugging him, as they both stared up at the moon. The swans stared up at it with them, the rose stayed behind Paul’s ear. Filling them both with scents and emotions, as there shut there eyes in sync. Listening to the noises that were coming a bit too much now is comfortable and relaxing to them as there heart beats, minds are full of emotions but ones that are good and not being plagued with the negatives as Paul is calmed and happy with the answers plus the talk from Velvet. A talk that will help him remember if he was having a hard time or one that he’ll be reminded of in the future as he asked…

‘’One we can only hope for…together?’’

‘’Yeah…together.’’

‘’As..a family?’’

‘’Definitely, as a family.’’

‘’Vel, thank you.’’

‘’No worries, my Prince. No worries, at all.’’ She proclaimed, both of them staring at the moon as their eyes get heavy as they laid together. The blanket covering them as her hand pulls it on them, concealing them from the cold. For good measure, wrapping her leather jacket around Paul. Making him feel more warmer like her, as sleep takes them and they soon began to dream of different things that meant something they don’t know but in the end they will know as…

They both dream of walking together side by side holding….

A child’s hand, who was giggling with life while they smiled, played and laughed with them making them a….

Happy, loving, Playful…

Family.

I wanted to write something different for a while and this is what i've came up plus a thing between Paul and Velvet that kind of needed to happen. which in the end, Paul can feel at ease by either for a moment or forever knowing everything will be okay.

there'll be smut next time, I promise so I hope you'll guys enjoy this and have Wonderful Day/Night!

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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.

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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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ohblackdiamond · 3 months

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most of my fanfics can basically be condensed to one or more of the following:

*“paul stanley loves peter criss, but he’s real mad about it.”

*“peter criss loves paul stanley, but he’s also real mad about it.”

*“gene simmons loves paul stanley, and it’s unfortunate because paul loves him much less.”

*“ace frehley loves peter criss, but he comes a distant third to alcohol and filthy lucre.”

*“ace frehley might love gene simmons, but refuses to come out with it.”

*“paul stanley doesn’t love ace frehley, but is still willing to sleep with him.”

*“peter criss loves ace frehley up until the year of our Lord 2000.”

bonus round:

*“paul stanley loves victoria medlin, but she’s dead.”

#kiss the band #kiss fanfiction #paul stanley #peter criss #ace frehley #gene simmons

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angelbambisworld · 3 months

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Alcohol-Induced Buffoonery

A Gene Simmons(Specifically current Gene because yall know i love that silly old man) x Reader fic

Summary: Y/N returns home to Gene from a party, having gotten a little drunker than intended. Shenanigans ensue. Gets very crackfic-y at times.

Tagging some of my mutuals here: @elrohare @eatinaborgerwitnohoneymustard @starry-eyed-never-satisfied @namelessbutters-doodles

I'm sorry if I forgot anybody. It's hard to keep track of all yall

You wave goodbye to your friend, who was nice enough to drop you off at your house after she noticed you had had one too many drinks at the party you both had attended.

After her car has driven from your line of sight, you make your way up the steps to the front door. You dig around in your coat pockets for your house key and when you do eventually find it, the front door already opens. Standing in the doorway was your boyfriend, Gene.

You give him a big dopey smile and squeal out "GENE!" at the top of your lungs as you wrap your arms around him, squeezing him tightly. Gene immediately shushes you and covers his ears. "Don't yell so loud, I can hear you just fine!"

You stop smiling and look down at your shoes, apologetically. "Shit, my bad."

Gene returns the hug and then asks "So, did you have fun at the party?"

Your wide smile returned again. "Yeah, I had fun." The wind picks up and blows in your general direction as you shudder from the cold. Gene takes you by the hand and leads you into the house.

The world around you is spinning a little as you and Gene sit down on the couch in the living room together. Kinda like clothes in a washing machine. You laugh out loud at the thought of it. Gene raises an eyebrow. "What's funny?"

You shake your head. "Nothing!"

Then you let out a hiccup. Then another. Then another. Then another. Then another. Your face turns red as you cover your face with your hands, utterly embarrassed. Gene can't help but chuckle at your cuteness, which only made your face go redder. "D- *hic* Don't laugh at *hic* me! I *hic* can't help it!"

*I know, sweetheart, I know." Gene says as he cards his fingers through your hair. "Do you want me to get you some water?"

You shake your head and try to get up to go get yourself some water. Only to bang your leg on the coffee table and fall back on the couch, thanks to your shitty balance. " *hic* Ow! *hic* ".

You try to get up again but Gene stops you. "Let me get you something to drink."

"I'm *hic* fine!" you protest. "It didn't even *hic* hurt that bad!"

"It sure looked like it did." Gene said as he walked into the kitchen.

Pouting, you stumble into the kitchen where Gene has finished pouring you a glass of water. He handed it to you and said"Go sit back down on the couch."

"No!" you whined, stomping your foot a little for emphasis. Gene rolled his eyes, slightly amused by your childish behavior. "Do you want me to fix you (Favorite Food) while I'm in the kitchen?"

You paused at the mention of (Favorite Food). A small little smile crept up on your lips as you said "Maaaaaybeeeee."

Gene nodded. "Go sit down on the couch and I'll bring it to you."

You shook your head. "No, I wanna stay *hic* here with you."

Gene didn't feel like arguing with you, so he pulled a chair for you to sit in while you watched him cook. You looked at your leg on where you banged it on the coffee table. There was a dark blue splotchy bruise there, which you stupidly poked. "OW!"

Gene turned to look at you, startled by your sudden yelp. He noticed the bruise on your leg and bent down to your level to inspect it. ((LOL Dr Love to the rescue!))

"Hmmmm...I think we're gonna have to amputate your leg."

You let out a horrified wail that was quickly broken up by more drunken hiccups. Gene immediately burst out laughing at your reaction. "I'm just messing with you, you're fine!"

"You can't cut off my *hic* leg, how am I gonna walk?!"

"Y/N, I was joking."

"How *hic* am I gonna live?!"

"It was a joke!"

"How are we gonna *hic* fuck?!"

That last sentence sent Gene into another fit of laughter. "Y/N, you are gonna be just fine. Don't worry about it."

Gene went back to cooking (Your favorite food) as you shook your head. How dare your beloved boyfriend fool you like that!

At least your hiccups were slowly coming to an end. Anyways, now that you had mentioned fucking, you were starting to feel a little...naughty, to say the very least.

Your eyes wandered all the way down to Gene's backside. You always joked that out of all the members of KISS, Gene's ass was definitely the fattest(and it was). That's when you got an idea.

You got up from your chair and raised your hand as high in the air as you get it and-

SMACK!

Gene immediately flinched once your hand made contact with his bottom. He turned around to look at you, blushing and eyes wide with surprise. "Did you just hit me?"

"It jiggled when I hit it."

You gave Gene's asscheek a squeeze and then another smack, this time a little softer. You look up at the stove top. "Is the (favorite food) done yet?"

Gene turned his attention back to the food. "Almost."

"Why do they call it oven when you of in the cold food of out hot eat the food?"

Gene looked at you and pondered if perhaps he was having a stroke. "What did you just say?"

You laughed. "It's a meme, you wouldn't get it."

"I guess not."

You wrapped your arms around Gene and slipped a hand under his shirt as he continued cooking. You started groping his plump man tits™️ .

"Goddamn, grandpa," you said out loud. "You got a nice pair of tits for an old man."

At this point, Gene was getting rather fed up with your shenanigans. "Go sit down on the couch and I'll bring you your food."

"Why are your boobs so big anyway?"

"They're not boobs!"

"Do you have to wear a bra when you go on stage?"

"Y/N, go sit the fuck down!"

Annoyed, you sat back down in your chair. "No, I meant in the living room."

You looked at the distance between where you sat and the couch in the living room. You decided that it wasn't worth the energy. "Noooo, I don't really feel like it."

You tried to scoot yourself into the living room while you were still sitting in your chair but you didn't get very far. "Get off your lazy ass and go sit in the living room."

You let out an overdramatic groan and stood up. "FIIIIIIIINE!"

You set up a tray in front of yourself as you waited for Gene to come back. Gene walked in with (Your favorite food) which you immediately devoured.

After that, you decided to take a shower. Gene insisted on taking one with you. "God only knows what would happen if I left you unattended in the bathroom."

In fact,Gene had to help you wash yourself since you were too busy staring at his glorious man tits™️ again

"Did you think I took you to a doctor and asked them to give you bigger boobs, they'd do it?" you pondered as Gene washed your hair.

Gene stuck you under the shower head as the shampoo ran down your hair, body, and into the drain. "I think they would lock you up in an insane asylum and leave you there."

You laughed. "That's fair."

After you both showered, you got dressed for bed and turned in for the night. Gene kissed you on the forehead. "Goodnight, Y/N. You're clearly insane and a pain in the ass, but you're my pain in the ass. I love you."

You tried to kiss him on the forehead back but missed and ended up kissing him on his left eyeball. "I love you, pookie bear."

The next day you woke up with the mother of all hangovers. But luckily Dr Love was there to tend to you until you were well again.

#kiss #kiss band #kissblr #kiss army #gene simmons #pookie bear #celebrity crush #this is my first time writing a fic #so im sorry if gene seems out of character here #gene simmons x reader #if yall want more let me know #kiss fanfiction #kiss x reader #crack fic #kiss crackfic

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starry-eyed-never-satisfied · 3 days

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For the ask game - 6, 19 [KISS], 22 [Paul] - please!

19. What's your favourite thing about [fandom] (the people in it, not the media you're all enjoying together)?

For the longest time I thought that the things I thought about them, headcanons, horny thoughts, writing fan fic, was weird. So I kept all that stuff to myself. Then when I discovered tumblr and found out I wasn't the only person who did that, it was a realisation that I'm not a freak! There are others like me! Kissblr is awesome! There are so many talented writers, artists and just lovely people. Even posting about non-KISS stuff, I get such wonderful supportive feedback, and it's just a wondereful feeling that although I haven't met any of you, you care.

22. Give us a headcanon for Paul

Paul is not fond of doing interviews, he's never fully gotten over the anxiety of talking to people. He doesn't hate them, he knows its part of the job, and he loves his job, but it is outside his comfort zone. If he's doing it with Gene, if the anxiety gets too much, he will lean closer or against Gene, just for comfort.

6. Show us a bit of a WIP!

This one is called Coming Home and it is the one I asked for help with on driving from LA to New York

He was stuck.

Stuck in the middle of nowhere.

Gene went to the phone booth and called the operator. “Collect call please,” he said and recited the only number he could think of.

The phone rang.

Paul rolled over, arm emerging from the covers, grabbing at it.

“Ugh.”

“Collect call from Gene Simmons, will you accept the charges.”

Paul’s eyes jerked open. Why was Gene calling collect?

“Sure,” he replied.

“Paul,” Gene gasped. “I’m in the middle of nowhere, the car broke down, I lost my wallet!”

Paul sat up. “Where are you?”

“I don’t know!”

Paul shut his eyes. “Calm down,” he said. “You must know where you are. Are you back in New York? Or in LA?”

“I’m trying to come home,” said Gene. “I don’t wanna do the movies anymore. I want to come home. To you. To KISS. I don’t know where I am.”

“Okay,” Paul said gently. “Take a deep breath. Think Genie. What was the last state line you crossed? What cities have you passed through?”

“I left Denver this morning. I was supposed to be in Omaha by tonight, but the weather was terrible!”

“Good boy. You’ve found a phone booth, so there’s businesses nearby?”

“Yes.”

“What are they?”

“Most are dark, but there’s a motel.”

“What’s it called?”

Gene wiped at the fogged up window and peered up the road at the neon sign. His heart sank. “BJs.”

There was a muffled sound on the other end of the line.

“Paul Stanley, are you laughing at me?!”

#thanks for the ask!#kiss fanfiction

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black--cherryy · 9 months

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Hi there!! I got a funny one for ya!!! How each member of KISS would react if you fell asleep on them. Either on their shoulders, their chest, or their lap, or whatever. How would they react to seeing the reader fall asleep on them, pretty much

Thx for your request <3 Hope u like it

[KISS]

Their reaction to u falling asleep on them.

☁️ Fluff ☁️

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Paul: The both of u were sitting in the garden, getting some fresh night air. The soft cold wind felt great on a warm night. It was late and u got pretty tired so while cuddling with Paul u fell asleep sitting on his lap with your head on his chest. When he noticed that u were sleeping, he would rest his chin on your head finding it adorable and later carry u bride style to his bedroom where he would lay u down and cuddle with u, having u facing his chest and his strong arms around u.

Ace: U fell asleep having your head on his lap after a tickle session. He looked up at the ceiling while sitting on the couch until he noticed that u fell asleep. It made him smile seeing u all cuddled up in his lap. He stroke over your cheek and let u lay like this as he was too lazy to get up to bring u to bed. He eventually fell asleep with u on the couch.

Peter : U were watching him playing his drums, even tho they were loud, u were so tired that after he stopped playing for a minute u immediately fell asleep on his lap. He found it adorable how ur head was leaned aginst his shoulder. He stroke over your arm and placed his drumsticks aside to picked u up and bring u to bed. He watched u for a while with a smile, stroking your hair and giving u soft kisses before he fell asleep himself still leaning his hand on his face while being the big spoon.

Gene: You guys were in bed already, cuddling. He was telling u about band matters. It was late already and u got super tired so u fell asleep on his chest. He was talking still not noticing it at first bit after a few minutes of you breathing a bit more than usual, he looked down. He smiled at u finding it cute and kinda hot how u had your hand on his chest, so he took your hand and held it while giving u kisses on your head. He then fell asleep again.

#kiss band #gene simmons #ace frehley #kiss #kiss army #kissblr #paul stanley #peter criss #kiss band x reader #kiss fanfiction #kiss imagine #classic rock fandom

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todoshimars · 9 months

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Here's the little guy.. Its ok he is free no need to pay

Give him a home if you want em.

#kiss band #kiss fanart #peter criss #catman we love him #kiss army #kiss fanfiction

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spacedoutman · 2 months

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【𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤】

(𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭)

Description: They called themselves Kiss, deciding the moment they joined, they'd kiss everything goodbye in exchange for going out in a blaze of glory. But is it really worth it? Is anything really worth it?

(Heavily inspired off the Dillinger gang + Pretty boy Floyd.)

♥ X

Note: I wrote this at 1:42 a.m and finished it at 2:20 am. I am running on no sleep for the past few days. It's canon, Peter Criss wears a stetson and dresses like walking dollar bills. Ace has had about thirty death scares and looks like a farmer (Reference: Homer van Meter) , Paul has been arrested twice and Gene had an edgy phase a little too early.

(I have so much lore for this | Art is Gerda Wegener, Queen of Hearts)

Warnings: Violence

!𝐚𝐨𝟑

Cackling and gunshots made for a terrible chorus—oh, and screaming. There was a hell of a lot of that. Ace’s legs shook as he sent a fury of bullets into the crowd after the pure gold chandelier. His heart jumped like he’d been shocked. His shoulder threatened to fly out of socket as his Tommy gun kicked like a mule. The light was so bright it burnt.

He stumbled back into Paul, who gripped his colt, jerking it to any unfortunate soul in the crowd who dared to twitch. His eyes rested ungodly wide. He breathed shakily, Ace pulling him a bit as he fell.

“You gonna’ give us what we want?” Gene snapped to a low growl as he let the rough sack sink over his shoulder.

The bank teller’s eyes widened. More people dropped. He stumbled back, slamming against the larger-than-life safe. Crystals glimmered in the sunlight as they dropped off the chandelier like rain. Ace jumped to catch as many as he could. “Ace, you’re supposed to be watching!” Paul hissed, pushing Ace off. Ace wobbled back, giggling as Gene kicked open the golden gate, storming around the counter.

He pressed his fingers into the teller’s face, pulling him over hard. He made it look easy. He glared at him through a wicked gaze. The man’s chest caved with every shallow breath he took. Gene grinned as he watched the cold sweat pour down his face. “What’s your name?” Gene taunted slyly, caressing his cheek.

Paul gulped. Hard. Ace shoved him away. “Back off.” Ace groaned, more bored than anything. He combed a hand through his messy hair. The teller’s eyes darted to the rest of the staff, who cowered against the sparkling fence separating them from the rest of the lobby. Paul rushed in, his heels clicking and reflection racing across the blue marble tiles.

Gene could hear Paul’s heart thudding through his ribs. Paul leaned to the counter, snatching everything that even looked valuable. His head was about to burst.--oh. He also grabbed the shotgun. “You know what?” Gene reached in his pocket with his spare hand. “I like that. What’s the code?” The teller shook his head rapidly.

“It’s a time lock!” He shrunk as far down as Gene would let him.

Gene looked down from a lifted chin. A smirk spread on his lips. “Is it?” Amusement drenched his voice. “You’ the manager?”

Paul raced out, slamming the gate behind him. His hat threatened to fly off. “I like those pearls.” Ace said childishly, holding out his open hand. Large, gaudy pearls hung around a lady’s neck. She reached back with trembling hands, barely able to hold herself up as her legs turned to jello. The man beside her held himself. A tight scowl landed straight on his face. “—Oh, and I’ll take your rings.”

“Paul, is anyone outside?” Gene’s shouts echoed through the massive bank.

Paul hopped over the sprawled out bodyguard and the pool of red. He raced to the window, sliding the dramatic gilded-maroon curtains out of the way. A crowd started to gather and no one in it looked particularly happy. Paul jerked to face Gene, who leaned closer to the teller, flicking his tongue like a snake. Ace climbed onto a desk, swinging his legs to and fro like a kid.

“Peter, work your magic.” Paul huffed, barely able to even chase his breath even though the smell of fine perfume was appetizing.

Papers flew off along with a jar as Paul caught himself on another desk. Ink splashed. He held his machine gun tight, crouching behind it and gulping down his thudding heart. His ribs were too tight for it to go down. Ace’s laughter boomed louder than any explosion. Gene smirked, backing out with the teller. He took him by the hair and turned him around to face the vault. The teller gasped.

Peter Criss straightened his silk tie. His face was straighter. He wore a dull look as he slid his sleek black bag off his shoulders, kneeling in front of the safe. The teller gulped down vomit. “Come on out, girls.” Gene cooed, glancing at the all male staff, who could win a record for how fast they did what they were told.

Peter grabbed his bag and walked out, dusting his hands like he wasn’t robbing a bank. Ace curled up on the desk, chest burning from laughter. He forced out little sob-wheezes and clutched his bowler hat tight to his head. Paul dropped his gun, throwing his hands over his ears. Gene dropped the teller, doing the same and crouching away.

BANG!

Ace screamed and giggled as his heart picked up pace. The adrenaline pumping through their veins numbed them, just like the intense, grating ringing. Gene swept his bag off the floor, blowing a kiss to the teller, who hugged himself tight as possible. Gene backwards jogged, tipping his hat before spinning around and speeding in.

The safe door creaked before—CRASHHH!!! It fell like a boulder, denting the floor. Peter ran over with a couple bags.

“Watch them, Ace!” Paul cried, holding back panic as he rushed for it.

Gene held his jaw from dropping. He had never seen anything like it for the third time. Peter’s bags were already almost full. Paul stumbled and fell. It was like being a pirate and stumbling on millions of years of treasure. Cash was stacked to heaven—aka, the roof of the shiny, dark grey safe. Gene clutched his chest as his heart leapt over a beat so hard it hurt.

“Get packing!” Paul cried, his voice breaking a bit.

Gene knelt. Ace slung himself up. “Alright, the lot of you..” He purred all flirty, resting his finger on his lower lip. “Whose ready to play a game of.. drop or get shot?” The thirty or so people hit the ground. Ace cackled, lifting his gun from beside him like it was his baby. A man stood up. He opened his mouth. Ace narrowed his eyes. A tight, long smile crept across his lips.

“You don’t want to play?”

Ace made a circle around the end before running his finger down the barrel. He watched like he was thinking over something. He couldn’t be more wrong. He looked back at the man, his hands shaking as adrenaline pumped. The man’s eyes were shut tight and his face contorted in fear. His arms were glued to his sides. He could hardly stand.

Ace was bordering euphoric.

He aimed the thing. The man’s eyes shot open as he tried to choke up anything before—

-he toppled like a domino. Gunshots exploded. A blood-curdling scream burst from Ace as he joined him, his neck almost snapping as he somersaulted over the desk, crashing into the floor hard enough to shatter every bone in his body. Paul whipped around. Gene joined him. Paul glanced before turning right back to look.

“T-The.. the fuck?” Peter stammered.

He could barely be heard over shots which fired like whole ass explosions. Their ears all rang like hell. Peter clenched the bag, freezing for a split second then hitting the ground. Paul’s rasping breaths quickened. His chest clutched his lungs as his whole body curled in on itself. He shut his eyes as tight as possible, screaming in horror. Gene’s breath fled.

He sobered like a drunk man as his eyes tried to dart from each row of fire. The curtains fell like feathers. Zipping ripped through the air along with a sharp stench as bullets smashed into and bounced off the walls, gates and even a couple people. A vacant look landed on Gene’s face as dizziness hit him.

“.. F-Faster!” He faltered, grabbing Peter’s shoulder and shaking him quickly. “Oh god, what the hell are we gonna’ do?!”

Peter yanked himself up. “Peter, Peter.. no..” Paul whispered through his clenching throat, Gene shaking him harder. Peter fell in on himself. Memories raced through his head. Paul just knew Peter was going to get up. “It’s a death run!” Each word flew through one ear and out the other. Peter grabbed his gun tight, standing up and racing straight into the fire.

Gene fell back against the counter. Paul did too. Shouting blared. Ace’s scratchy, guttural wails echoed like they were in a cathedral. Sirens made for a nice instrumental. Shock and horror melted off his voice. Paul exploded into terrified sobs. Gene’s head fell. He shut his eyes tight as possible. Peter shouted taunts and curses in a furious storm, racing from window to window and firing.

Gene’s lids were dyed red. His heart not only dropped into his stomach but hit every bump and ridge on the way. His legs grew weak. His gun slid from his hand.

Heat layered in the already burning room. Sparks hissed like a yard of angry cats. A firework flew in.

Maybe being in it to die wasn’t so worth it now.

#kissfan #kissblr #gene simmons #paul stanley #ace frehley is psycho #they are all psychos #kiss fanfiction #oneshot #fanfic #bank robbery #gangsters #1920s #Harry pierpont is not real #Paul is keeping them all afloat secretly god ideas are burning my brain #Peter may or may not be a rat #He wears a white suit #sometimes #Spotify

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namelessbutters-doodles · 3 months

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The Park 18+ Mdni

Characters : Gene Simmons, Paul Stanley, Velvet Von ragnar.

Pairing : Stardemon/ Vonstar

Setting: Mid 80s

Au: Never Too Young to Die Au (Good Route).

Summary: Summer of 1987,

The day i met you, thus when

Everything changed, for me and for…

You, My dear.

I remembered like it was yesterday, clear and sunny. The skies were pure blue like the clouds were, Like You were. So fluffy like your hair. Clear like your eyes are now right in front of me, as you lazily look at me across the room, all smiley and happy not like you were before.

All drowsiness and unfortunate....

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⚠️Warnings: 1st person, loss of virginity, vaginal bleeding, first time, oral sex, marks, bruises, Velvet's thoughts, mentions of weight loss, kissing, making out, blood, nudity, aftercare, mentions of sub drop, missionary and sexual positions plus some lore. Ask to tag!

chase atlantic, any song you want!

AlsoonA03

MoreinfoonthisAu

Paul'sApartment

Summer of 1987,

The day i met you, thus when

Everything changed, for me and for…

You, My dear.

All drowsiness and unfortunate, Hair frazzled like you haven’t had it puffed up or clean in decades from the looks of it, I could remember. Eyes that carried many years of darkness before we met, now they’re carrying life and love as I hold you in my arms or when you come to me for whatever thing you wanted to do with me.

As I would always say…

‘’Yes.’’ or ‘’Maybe.’’ Fully knowing now, you trust me unlike the others who you put their trust in before they broke it or never made it up to you unlike me. Who I always made it for, when I always have the time for you when I'm busy with my shows nor meetings. Taking you out on dinner, to the fanciest restaurants you’d never seen or heard of. Not having to worry about money, knowing I would pay for everything.

But I could still sense that you're worried about it still when you see the food on the menu. Thinking it’s too expensive or too much, as you set it down on the table while looking down embarrassed or ashamed for wanting whatever you want, hurting your stomach and especially yourself knowing…

How skinny and boney you looked before, seeing your hollow cheeks. Frail arms and at times your body when you take a shower at my place when the water wasn’t working, not knowing if you're sick as you had problems breathing at times. Moving slowly or sometimes barely couldn’t move from the energy you didn’t have, as I could clearly see your ribs.

Everytime you breathe, making me worry so much for you I didn't know that I could be worrying for anyone or anything once you came into my life, changing so many things about me. I didn't know it could happen like I did for you in your darkest hours.

In that sorry excuse of an apartment, dirty and gross like the mattress you always slept on giving you back problems. Unhygienic or muddy like the water would come out on you making you fall ill or making you…

Smell worse, like someone died.

You’ve never complained about it, liebling. But I can tell, every time we’ve met on the bench. It was bothering you every time you told me it didn’t or denied it. It was always bothering, like the way you were living was hurting you but you never said it out of fear or pride. Thinking that it’s better living in a place than on the streets where you could be attacked or worse anytime.

I used to fear, you’d be dead when I didn't see you on the bench singing your heart out with that angelic voice of yours, Hence the animals coming to watch you as if you were some famous person or shining star. Like the ones up in the clouds at night, surrounding the moon. Glistening all around it, making the moon brighter and enlightened as they do, as you do with..

Me now, My Shining star.

My Star prince, Starshine,

Little deer, the deer who always

Frolics in the fields of roses, after

A mighty hunt for food.

Filling you up to the point where I no longer see the bones or hollow cheeks of yours. Or feeling the frailness of your body when i’m near you as i hug you or hold your hand when we are walking somewhere or when you clearly need to let out your inner demons that’s been haunting you for a while or forever.

Letting the tears stream down your cheeks, as you cry out or whimper in my arms under the privacy of my light on my bed in my room, where you now stay with me instead of that apartment.

Where you can be yourself, with no problems. Where you can pick out from an array of clothing from my closet, wearing outfits that I bought or you bought. With no concern of it being torn, eaten by bugs or worn out to a state of decay like old ones you used to have. Old one’s that were never colorful or vibrant like the ones you're wearing now.

Always picking white pants, to go with some shirts. As I watch you get dressed from the festivities we’d done in private, where I give you the unmistakable pleasure you’d never had before all your life. Making you succumb to the intensity of the festivities, by either making love to you during our sessions or teaching you there’s no shame in not knowing anything you’d done before.

Unraveling you before me, with my lips on your mouth. On your chest, where your sensitive nipples lie as i would always teaks or lick with my tongue while you moan loudly up into the heavens as i would swirl my tongue around you like you were some rare candy to me i’d have never before, and i would have it again…

Many times, all over.

Going down on your stomach, leaving smears of lipstick behind as I travel down to your pussy. Devouring it, slow or fast like a meal. Licking my tongue up and down between the walls of your labia all the way up to your clit where I can hear you mumble and whimper as I nibble or suck on the clit.

Biting or swirling around it just before my tongue goes in you, as you grip the silky sheets between Your fingers as my tongue penetrates you deeply. Licking around your walls with tongue, gripping them with my hands gently or roughly depending on how much i want to hold you as i fuck or make love to you on my tongue.

Tasting you, as your cunt becomes a sopping mess while I hear you cry out my name or plead me to go on more and more. Closing my eyes and giving you the most wonderful experience you wanted or asked for.

Focusing on the shrill, angelic, whiny and any other noises you make. As you twist your body around from the mighty flame growing within you, that has never been lit nor touched yet now has been thanks to me. Making your mind more a place for the positives as it becomes hazy and drunk like you become sometimes, forcing all the negatives out once and for all giving you a clean mind you can be free in as well.

When I turn over on your stomach, asking why I stopped just before I plant my face in your plump cheeks, nose deep in your ass. Licking the hole of your’s, as I gripped the fat between my teeth or fingers, hearing you let out a high pitched moan I've never heard before.

Rubbing my face between the cheeks of your ass, as my tongue penetrates you again to do the process all over again when I had your hairy cunt on my face, while trembling nervously.

I remember that too, you were nervous.

It was your first time, ever.

Being with anyone.

Being with…

Me.

You were scared that I would tease or be angry at you for being a virgin but instead I was understanding and didn’t ask questions except for….

‘’Am i really your first?’’

‘’When do you want it to happen?’’

‘’Have you…ever touched yourself?’’

And so on, asking you so many things while you asked me as well. Trying to get to know my preferences and likes while i didn’t know what you liked, thus showed and gave you a time of your life, when you finally asked me to take you after months of dating. You asked me, in the rain. While it poured heavily down on us in the park.

On the bench, with you in my lap.

Wearing the hoodie, I gave you after watching a movie with me. Wearing jeans, that filled your ass out and can clearly tell you were wearing a blue thong from the thin lines appearing out from the pants. Almost feeling bits of you, as you sit and asked me while stuttering and being very shy like you use to be, this..

‘’C-can…you make love to me…?’’

‘’As…in um..fuck me?’’ You said shyly, remembering the look on my face as you said that. Mind went haywired from that question, almost stopping my brain or heart in fact. Face became red, that i didn’t know it was possible from a person like you asking me…

To take your virginity.

I went quiet for awhile, i wish hadn’t because i could tell you were starting to overthink and become so nervous, you thought you overstepped your boundaries with me yet that wasn’t the case, i was simply shocked and nervous on how am i going to please you without hurting you, and yet before your dark mind engulfed you, i simply…

Kissed you with my rough lips, against your soft and luscious ones. Loosening and calming you, as well as shocking you. Letting my tongue explore your mouth for the first time ever, inches and inches of length swirling and touching parts of it, i’d never gotten the chance too, you were a bit skittish but as I went in for more, hence you went in.

Bit by bit, slowly.

Letting your tongue in my mouth, as we both explore the sanctity of our mouths together as it thunder and rained on us more. Soaking ourselves to the very bone, chilling and hot as we made love with our mouths. Nipping and smooching along the way, eventually falling on the bench completely with you on top and me on the bottom.

Not caring if we end up sick or worse, just me and you.

Us, in this world of ours.

As you made a daring move, moving your cold hands against my skin. Touching me and eventually grabbing my breasts in your hands. Groping and massaging them, as I knee'd your pussy, almost feeling you grinding into it.

Slowly, as we touched ourselves in different ways while we just smooch and smooch ourselves into a sloppy makeout session, till you…i guess pressed too hard on my tits, causing me to moan or groan in your mouth. As well, as kneeing upwards into your clothed cunt causing you…

To wail loudly, as it thundered harshly on us.

Thus, we separated. Saliva on both our faces as well lips swollen, breathing hotly on one another as we try to regain our energy from the makeout that just happened between us. Flushes faces, red as tomato.

Our heats, aching as we looked each other in the eyes.

My crimsons against your browns, as lighting flashed before us. Your eyes lighting up the sweetness of a caramel delight, that I always loved to look at and eat, especially you. Eating you up, like a desert on a fine sunday morning like we are now, rolling and tumbling around through the covers on my bed, intertwining our bodies together once more as…

We strengthen our love for each other.

Like we did for your first time.

After the heavy makeout, I sat up as I asked you…

‘’Are you sure? Are you really sure Paulie?’’ Asking you twice, to make sure you really want it and making sure you were not having any second thoughts as you began to confess to me how much you really want it, and how I made you feel through the months that we've been together ever since we’ve met…

At this spot, on the bench.

In this park.

Telling me how much I make you feel and ache for me when no one had before, telling me things that made me worried about the people you’d encountered in the past that hurt or taken advantage when you were vulnerable, telling me that i’m…

The first person, he’d ever had dirty thoughts of and wanted to be taken by me in ways he couldn’t explain. Hinting at some things he did to a pillow or with his pussy, he was embarrassed about it, letting me know how he ached badly for me.

Aching me, too touched.

To Kiss.

To be held.

To be cared for, and most importantly…

To be fucked by me, when he’s all naked and baring himself to me.

Showing his body to me fully, when we were going to make the love, he desperately wanted…

From me…and..i

Asked a few more questions…

He answered, truthfully.

I talked.

He talked.

Thus…

Taking him home to My place, my room, my bed, in my arms.

Where we talk, laugh, cry, sometimes argue about the little things that kind of make no sense but they would to us as we lay side by side, just enjoying ourselves together. Laughing about it, after seeing it was dumb and not as important as we once thought about it deeply, hence…

Our laughs, synchronizing together.

Either in bed, or sometimes in the pearly white tub surrounded by the pinkness of the room as we take a bath together or I wash you from covering you with the whiteness of my seed or some lube after the sessions of ours.

The sessions that made you open up to me more and made you become more confident as time went, ambitious, strong and so much more morphing you into someone many would see on the stage or when you go out to do some things on your own, thinking you’ve been like that all your life except…

You weren’t and you always thank me when it would always be brought up, thanking me with your words or body when you can’t explain it right unless your mind wasn’t all jumbled up opting you either to write a song about it or asking me to pleasure you so you would be able to get it out through the moans, grunts, or violent whimpering as i jackhammer or grind into you, wrapping your arms or legs around me.

Seeking anything for me, as I thrust into you.

Many times, just before I burst inside or on you as you come.

On my cock, hand, or whatever’s inside you, the minute I'm near you.

Praising or teasing.

Degrading or insulting.

Whichever, thus after letting you know how much I'm proud of you.

Making you know how much joy you bring, when you step into the room.

How much love.

Tranquilty.

Change.

Anything you bring to me is such a sweet thing to hear from the voice of yours.

In conversations, in dirty talks, on the phone. Near me, or whatever.

I’m proud of you, and I'm happy to let you know all the time now.

Since, you're living with me.

Being happy, taken care of, protected and…

Loved.

Especially loved, when I took your cherry after licking your holes. Hearing you squeal, when I had your ass in my mouth, you almost cum but I stopped because I didn't want it to end yet. I wanted to show you a new world, a new thing, a new…

Emotion, you’ve never felt before as I stripped you down to nothing. While you stripped me down, with your shaky hands and breath while your eyes trembled. As my hand touched and rubbed your leaking cunt. Feeling the fluids coming out, when I stared at you as you shook. Taking the last piece of clothing off, revealing my body to you.

The scars, on some parts of my body. From the fights or attempts that have been made in my life, the stretch marks, the fat, my gut, my body, everything. Revealing myself as you revealed yours as well, thin and skinny except with more meat on you than before, your perky tits, stomach, thighs and yourself, shaking before me asking me…

‘’Do i look alright?’’ nervousness in your voice, scared about how you look to me. My eyes analyzing you from head to toe, taking in such a sight before me. The black curls filling in your face delightfully as the strands stick to your body from the sweatiness we made and as well the wetness from the rain outside as it thundered, as I look at you in silence until..

I responded, pulling you towards me with my arm around your waist. Caressing my hand, on your cheeks. As you shook, in my grasp.

As I whispered huskily, as the lights turned off.

The candles lit by itself around us.

The door shut, thus locking itself.

You awaiting my answer, as I lean towards you.

Saying…

‘’Your more than alright, your beautiful.’’

‘’Gorgeous.’’

‘’Stunning.’’

‘’lovely.’’

And most importantly,

‘’Mine.’’

As we fell onto the bed together, you on bottom.

Me on top.

Worshiping your body, with my hands and lips as I rubbed my cock between your folds. As you moan and shriek, from my hands tweaking your tits. Twisting them, pinching, taking them in my mouth as I played with them as I played with you while you looked down in awe and shock, seeing my cock going between your folds, getting scared from how big it was instantly asking me…

‘’Is that going to fit?’’ you asked, scared.

I stopped what I was doing. Looking up at your frightened look then down between us, forgetting to inform you the package i was carrying and how it’s a pain to fit in holes sometimes. I blamed myself, honestly I do. I should've let you learn of it at first before going into this, but still I answered. While still playing with your tits, looking at you. saying…

‘’It will.’’ I said, gently. Sucking on the tits, smooching on it.

‘’How?’’ you asked, shivering.

‘’By this.’’ I said, taking you into my mouth. Lubricating my cock enough with your fluids, rubbing my 10 incher between the walls of your labia once more as I slide myself in completely in your pussy. Taking your virginity, as you bled red on my cock. Letting out a wail in shattered breaths, screaming out from the pain that was coursing through to you, while your eyes widened and tears streamed all over the place.

Your hands trying to grip for anything near you, till I placed them on my shoulders. Feeling the short nails of scratching my skin, as you gripped me. Legs wrapping around my waist, as you looked up at me, with that look of yours as I kissed and caressed you.

Moving slowly, as I did. Hearing the whimpers and whines in my mouth, as I held you. Setting a slow and gentle pace so this could be easy. Rummaging against your cervix, thrust and plunging inside, past your virgin walls. Getting my cock, more bloody than ever. As it became coated in it, as my cock throbbed and pierced inside you more.

Getting deeper and deeper, while you cried out in pain nor pleasure. Escaping from my mouth, letting out my name. Saliva dripped from your swollen lips, leaning backwards screaming as it thundered dramatically, against the windows. Holding me tightly, as i fucked you. Whining and becoming so loud that i’ve thought i was fucking a porn star.

But it wasn’t a porn star.

It was you, My shining star.

On my bed, massaging your inner walls whilst i grinded or pump cock into you. Never coming out completely, when we were changing positions. Spreading your legs, as i fucked you into the sheets as you rambled, grippng your waists then speeding up my thrusts a bit. Hearing your choked sobs you were hiding from me, as I marked your back with my smears of lipstick or nails tracing lines on you as my hips stuttered.

Hitting your core, roughly.

Repeatedly and vigorously.

My hand intertwined with yours.

As i made you look at me while i fucked you, my hand grabbing your hair.

Looking at your eyes, still streaming and trembling.

As I smacked my balls in tow, causing you to choke as I caught your lips.

Deepthroating my tongue in a flash, continuously smacking your pussy with my balls. As my hips went against you, over and over. My tongue going down your throat, swirling around in there. Tasting you, as you choke on your moans.

Sounds of smacking flesh intensifying, once I lift your leg. Putting it on my shoulder, drilling into your bloody sopping cunt. Stretching your walls to the extent, making more room for my cock and only my cock. Drilling more, turning you on your side as you panted outloud for my ears to hear through my tongue deepthroatin you.

Panting to an extent, I thought you were going to faint…

But ya didn’t, you held on.

Eyes going into the back of your head, once I slammed my cock harder into you.

Harder than ever.

As i growled….

‘’Fuck!’’

Coming gallons in your pussy, filling you up to the brim.

Not pulling out, staying in.

Possibly impregnating you, but I didn't care.

You shooked, sobbing feeling your walls be filled and filled all the way until it was streaming down on my cock like a waterfall. Becoming more sensitive, as i touched and fucked you within inch of your life. Hammering into you faster than ever, as the speed of light.

Shaking the bed, as you cry out…

‘’Oh God!’’

Over and over until I pulled out, laying on my back. As you fell backwards, on me. My arm is wrapping around your neck, tightly. Sliding my cock between your walls, blood and cum all over. Rubbing them, to get more lubricated and wet as I slide in you again hearing you say…

‘’Velvie…’’ Voice trembling, as my legs held your legs down. Lifting you up, as i split you open more. Pounding and gyrating my hips, pulling out fully then back in.

Over and over.

As you wailed, moaned, whimpered.

Like my name was a prayer, one that sounded wonderfully with that angelic voice of yours.

Placing my hand on your stomach, feeling the bulge and how far you’ve taken me. Slamming against your core and ruining your walls once more, heating you up like an eternal flame as your stomach tightened up as I rammed my balls into you, I covered your mouth without knowing it.

Hearing some of the noises you made, as you squealed between my fingers. Almost biting them, when they were going into your mouth. Getting them soaked as I rocked your world, splendidly. Churning your insides like butter, grinding my cock then pounding upwards violently until I went a bit too far in you.

Hitting you directly, in your uterus.

Causing you to spasm, violently against me.

While you came on my cock, while I muffled you with my hand, eventually thrusting a bit more until….

Pulled out, bursting all over us.

My semen on you, your swollen pussy beating from the harsh thrusts it had endured. Leaking fluids all over everything, the sheets.

My legs.

Your body.

And so on.

As I heard you…

‘’Velvet…’’ Your eyes hazy, eyes half lidded. As my hand moved away from your mouth as I sat up, looking at you and seeing the utter mess we’d both made. Mewling from my hand opening up your cunt, letting all my seed pour out from within you as you twitched from aftershocks and feeling my finger rubbing your clit slowly you muttered…

‘’There’s so much cum….’’ as you felt it as it was draining from you. Shivering against me, with my arm around you chuckled, dipping my finger into the pool of it. Swirling it around, till the blood appeared on it as i smushed it between my fingers, as it dripped. Hearing you ask…

‘’Is there always so much?’’ you asked, shyly. Eyes glancing, you see my fingers inching near your mouth slowly, until I tip my nail under your chin, letting me see the destructive mess of your face.

The puffiness from all the crying through the intense pleasure i gave you, swollen lips from when I had my mouth on you, seeing some black smeared. Your brown eyes are all hazy and struggling to keep focus as I look at you opening your mouth.

Letting you taste yourself and me…

Combined together, with such flavor.

That i yearned, everytime we're together now and then saying..

‘’Not all the time, but when there is….’’

Your tongue licked the essence off my finger.

‘’It’s always to die for.’’ I whispered huskily, as i fed our come to you

While holding you, in the heap of mess we’ve made.

As the clock tower rang from the outside, vibrating the room with its presence as we both looked at one another, as i covered you with my sheets as you grew cold. Praising you, how you did a good job taking me, praising how lovely you sounded, praising…

How well your body responded excellently from the touches I left behind as well marks.

Scattered across your thighs, your plump cheeks, neck, stomach and whatever that got caught in the crossfire of my nails and mouth.

Smears of lipstick.

Scratches.

Saliva.

Anything like you did…

To my back, covered in massive amounts of deep scratches.

As you held on to me, as i…

Made vibrant love to you.

Again and again, when we were together.

Through the months and days, as you nodded off right beside me feeling the first effects of a drop. Not knowing what it was, as you were scared and I didn't intend it to happen but it did as you felt like we're falling down from the heavens into unknown vasts of darkness.

Crying and looking out for anyone to help.

Flightless and terrified angel you were,

As you fell and fell, not knowing you’ll

Survive, but whence i grabbed your hand

From near death, i saved you,

My little angel, helping you survive.

As I carried your body in my arms, to the bathroom. Shivering in the sheets, placing you on the toilet. As i filled the bathtub up with clean and pure water instead of unclean and muddyness, putting a few incense in it and around the bath, dimming the lights. Putting roses and the petals in the water, letting them float.

As I knew, roses were your favorites. From the park, when you would take or plant in the garden. Blooming with life, as you do right now.

Blooming and brightening up like a flower, with the sun above.

Shining their presence onto it.

Making it glow with life.

As you glow, in the waters as I placed you in the pureness of the water.

As I wash away the messiness of our activities, rinsing your hair with some of the perfect and colorful scents from the shampoo, your hair becoming more livelier and healthier. Skin becoming smooth as i rinsed you down with soap. Across your shoulders, down your chest, your back, legs, thighs and whatever i touched.

I cleaned, as i got into the bath.

Leaning against the rim of the tub, as you laid in my arms.

In a dreamlike state, like you are now.

Smiling, and saying quietly as you drip off completely.

In the safety of my arms, the privacy of this bathroom.

Our bathroom.

‘’I love you.’’ Your voice echoing, your eyes closing.

Hearing me say…

‘’I love you too, Star prince.’’

As you drift in the night away, as I was with you as i…

Also drifted, we drifted together.

Dreaming such things, we didn’t know or understand

But we did, because it was important to us.

Like this night and so many nights after this.

As i dreamed, the day i met you

In the summer of 1987,

I was exhausted as hell, not knowing what I'd encountered after a long week.

Not knowing who’ll meet or talk too, as I stumbled into the park looking for a break from life.

Stumbling upon, I guess an angel.

With such pureness, I didn't know it existed.

Until I heard singing no other, from a bench not too far away.

Near the garden of flowers, wearing a gray and black outfit.

Singing their heart out, with such a voice i definitely thought,

You were an angel, but you weren’t.

You were, a prince,

I was queen, stumbling upon you.

Erupting your singing, as we made contact with our eyes.

Standing from opposite ends, as you sat on the bench.

As i stood near the lamppost making my presence known by

Saying…

‘’That was beautiful…’’

And you asked…

‘’It was?’’

And I responded.

‘’Could you sing it again for me, clearly this time please?’’ i asked, seeing a smile form on your face as you blushed and you said…

‘’Sure.’’

Not knowing, that me and you…

Will make history together, as you sang to me.

With that voice, on the bench.

As I was far from you under the light.

Just watching, in awe.

In this park, were we…

Didn’t know what was ahead of us.

As we became more than acquaintances, friends, best friends than lastly

Lovers of the park, in….

The Summer of 1987.

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