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I’ll keep my thoughts to myself this time :))
The airbrush probably wasn’t the best brush to shade with but whatever
Thayer and Throwback Thursday :)
I’ve been slacking but dats ok cuz no one ever notices
Paul looks funny in this photo and I don’t like it
When the sketch was actually better than the finished drawing
Just wanted to share the sketch since I’m stepping out of comfort zone. I’ll probably wake up and decide if I hate it or like it.
Tommy heard something that Eric didn’t
The shoe fits guys
I’m about to put Paul in this
My heart skipped a beat.
“Eric, listen to your dad.”
Happy family episode 1
ACK
I GOT A PICTURE OF VINNIE'S NIPPLES!!!!!!!
I’d hate to think my Kiss obsession is ending earlier than I expected but oh well
Vinnie’s too fancy for pajamas to bed
Lost Kissterian roaming the streets. Lemmie know if you see her.
Randomly decided at 3 in the morning that I’m done with Eric Singer. Probably not forever tho because I woke up one day and my taste in men has just changed for some reason and Eric moved from 2 to 4 on my list. Someone else is gonna have to hide him from Gene and take his sunglasses from him :]
So here’s a pissed off looking Eric because to tell you the truth, I am too.
I’ve never loved Tommy as much as I have opening instagram and being greeted to this lovely photo 😭
Happy birthday to blood spitting fire breathing demon of Kiss❤️
Love me some lore
Character Backrounds
can't get the image of that silky red kiss robe out of my head....
Finally finished one. This is on AO3 as well, the link to which is posted on my main blog, @ravenh37 .
Not much but I hope you enjoy...
Also on Wattpad ...
An imaginary account of Gene's accidental experience with pot brownies in 1974 from the POV of his date (y\n).
This is my first time posting fanfiction. I've read a lot of great fanfics about KISS by other fans and thought it was time I put in my two cents worth 😅. I hope whoever reads it enjoys it.
Here's a little something I came up with awhile back after reading about the one and only time Gene Simmons got high. I'd read about it in Peter Criss's book, Gene Simmons' biography , and articles where his actual date that night, rock journalist, Jaan Uhelski, told her account of it.
Some of the details were as fuzzy as I'm sure Gene's brain was that night. Was it a diner or store they stopped at? Was it '74 or '76? Was it Peter Criss's birthday or the rock promoter's birthday? Did he have three brownies or six? The world may never know, but who cares. This is a fictional story so I took a lot of liberties filling in the blanks. This is from the POV of his date, Y\N…
Detroit loved KISS and they showed them how much one evening in '74. After their show they were presented with a special award and a party was thrown in their honor. It was also the promoter's birthday so there were goodies of all kinds.
I was Gene's guest that night. We'd been hanging out together and getting kinda close lately so it was only natural that he asked me to be his date. I didn't know if tonight would be the night that something happened between us but we seemed to be headed in that direction. There was a lot of flirtation and sexual tension between us. It was well known that Gene liked his girls, and I was a girl who liked to be liked. Especially by brown eyed, hairy chested hunks. It was the perfect storm.
It was ironic really that as much as the two of us looked like hippies we were the only ones there not partaking in drugs or alcohol. His band mates were half lit along with everyone else but that stuff never appealed to Gene. His only weakness (besides girls) was sweets.
After the cake had been cut and the presents unwrapped I excused myself for a moment to go to the ladies room and fix my makeup. When I got back to the party there were waitresses making rounds with trays piled high with brownies.
Now I had heard the guys talking earlier and I knew that they had been made with hash. So my stomach dropped when I got back to the table and saw Gene stuffing one the size of a phone book in his mouth.
"Gene! What are you doing?"
“Having a brownie. Want me to get you one?" He said around a mouthful.
“Gene, don't you know those are pot brownies?"
He just looked at me with his mouth full and blinked a few times. After a second he swallowed and said, "What? Nah... I'm having another one," and stuffed the rest of the one he was holding in his mouth.
"I'm not kidding. I heard someone talking about it. They're made with hash. Nobody told you?"
He was starting to look a little worried. "Come on, Y/n, who would defile perfectly good chocolate with drugs? "
" Oh, I don't know. Maybe them. " I pointed to Peter and Ace who kept looking over at us and snickering. When he turned around and saw how the guys were acting he knew for sure then that he'd been had.
"Okay, please tell me you only had the one brownie." I knew that wasn't likely. Like I said before Gene has a major sweet tooth.
"Not exactly..." He looked sheepish like a kid who just got caught in the cookie jar. It would have been funny under other circumstances.
"How many?"
"Three... or four... maybe six…"
I sighed and put a hand over my eyes. "Oh, man, you're gonna be fucked up for a month."
His eyes started to widen. I knew that he didn't do drugs but I'd forgotten how naive he was about them. I'd heard about him once putting cocaine in his coffee at the recording studio thinking it was sweetener.
"No, no. Not really. Don't panic. But you are gonna feel really weird the rest of the night."
" Well, I feel fine so far. Maybe it won't do anything. " He said. His expression was so hopeful. Poor Gene.
Sure enough in no time he was flying, looking around fascinated by every little thing he saw. It was like he'd just landed on Ace's imaginary planet, Jendell. Everyone else thought it was hilarious but I knew how upset he would be after he came back down. Drugs went against his whole constitution. I stuck close to him keeping an eye out to make sure he didn't get into too much trouble. He started talking really loud and patting the sides of his head like he was checking the size of it, or maybe to make sure it was still attached.
After a bit he came up to me and said, "Y\N, I THINK I NEED TO LEAVE! EVERYONE'S LAUGHING AT ME!" I covered my ears because he was still yelling. "Hey, inside voice, Gene. I can hear you just fine."
So we left. I helped him to the car because his depth perception seemed a little off. He was walking like the ground wasn't quite solid under his feet. I was practically holding him up, thanking God that we had a driver and that Gene didn't drive himself.
I wanted to strangle Peter and Ace, maybe Paul, too (not sure if he was in on it or not,) and I was kicking myself for not tipping Gene off to what I'd heard about the brownies. But I assumed he already knew and I'd figured that they wouldn't bring them out until after we left since Gene and I were anti drug. And I was kinda counting on leaving early with him, if you know what I mean.
Heading to the hotel Gene suddenly realized he was thirsty. Thirstier than he'd ever been before in his life, apparently. And only milk would suffice. He tapped the driver on the shoulder, still speaking loudly. "Hey! Pull over to that place there!"
The place was a seedy little all night convenience store in a rough looking part of the city. I clung tightly to his arm as we walked inside. It was dimly lit. Only a couple of people were there not counting the guy behind the counter.
Everyone looked up at us as Gene said in a loud clear voice, "Can I get a glass of milk, please!" I wanted to disappear at that point.
"We don't sell glasses of milk here, son," said the guy at the counter, giving us a look that was part disgust and part weariness. You could tell he probably saw a lot of people in Gene's current condition on a nightly basis.
A look came over Gene's face that would've looked right at home on the face of a five year old that just found out that Christmas has been cancelled.
"Thanks anyway, sir. Sorry we bothered you," I said as I lead Gene out the door. "Come on. We'll find a diner and have a bite to eat. They should have milk." This perked him up a little.
The driver took us to an all night diner where we had burgers and fries. I sipped on a diet Coke while Gene chugged down two glasses of milk. When our food was brought over he dug in with gusto. The munchies stage had hit him. It didn't take us long to finish our meal before we headed back to the hotel.
When we got back to the hotel I followed Gene back to his room. I had a room of my own but I didn't think it was wise to leave him alone. He was still pretty freaked. When he got out the room key he just stared at it for a moment.
"Y\n, I don't think it's gonna fit. Look at it! It's the size of a sledge hammer."
" Don't worry, it'll fit. See?" And I took the key and let us into the room. Gene went to use the bathroom and after a second he called through the door, "Whoa, y\n, you ought to see this! Is this a side effect, or what?"
"Oh God," I said as I covered my eyes. Not that I hadn't planned on checking it out, of course. But I didn't think that was going to be on the agenda for tonight now. Again I felt like killing the guys for their little stunt.
I helped Gene get undressed and get into bed. Even in his current state he still couldn't help being his usual amorous self but I told him he needed to rest and let the drugs wear off. I think we both agreed this was a wise decision when the hallucinations really kicked in. At one point he looked at me, screamed like I'd just sprouted horns and started backing away from me. I went to get a cold wash cloth for his head not knowing what else to do to calm him down. When I came back to the bed he was on the phone with Peter and I heard him tell him that my face was melting and asking him if he was going to OD.
Gene really didn't seem that reassured when he got off the phone. I was a little freaked out, myself, seeing him in this state. It was so unlike his usual cool, collected self. I was beginning to worry if there was something besides just weed in those brownies. His reaction seemed a little extreme.
He flinched away when I put the wash cloth to his head. I settled down beside him on the bed and took his hand. “Look, my face is not melting. It's just the drugs making you see things. See?" And I put his hand on my cheek. This seemed to soothe him.
He sighed and rubbed his eyes. “Oh, man. My mother would be so disappointed if she knew about this.” He sounded so miserable it broke my heart a little.
“Hey, you didn't take that crap on purpose. She never has to know, alright?"
“Alright. Will you stay here tonight? I'm seriously afraid I'll OD." I looked at him, trying to decide if this was part of his schtick or if he was really afraid to be left alone. Seeing the beads of sweat on his forehead and the wild look in his eyes made me decide that maybe he was really nervous about it. And I didn't want him to hurt himself if he started hallucinating again.
"I'll stay. But if it makes you feel any better I've never heard of anyone OD’ing on pot brownies.”
Not long after he nodded off. As I watched him sleep I couldn't help but think he looked kinda sweet unconscious. He looked so peaceful and innocent, that devilish glint gone for once. It made me regret shutting him down earlier. God, I wanted him, I thought. But not tonight. It wouldn't have been right in his condition. When it finally happens I want him good and lucid, totally in his right mind. I want him to remember it.
As I was thinking these thoughts I began to get sleepy and soon after nodded off, myself.
The next morning everyone was in the hotel lobby getting ready to leave. Gene was mostly back to normal, just a little quieter than usual and still a bit shaken. As the others were talking he took me aside. “Uh, I hope I didn't do anything to upset you last night. It's all still a little fuzzy. Did we…”
" No. Maybe next time, huh?" I gave him a wink as I started to walk away. He gave me a little smack on the ass that me jump and start laughing. Yep, all was back to normal. But I think it was a long time before Gene touched another brownie.
The End.
What are your favorite kiss fanfiction?
Anything written by Hillsofuhhhtennessee. I love her portrayal of Gene/Demon in her fics so fucking much. My favorite fic by her is The Man With The Smoldering Eyes because it was one of the first Gene x reader fics I read when I was getting into KISS. So it means a lot to me.
I also enjoy anything @namelessbutters-doodles puts out. Butters, you never fail to get me hot and bothered with your writing 🥵
2 of my KISS comfort fics are:
-Royal Treatment by 1JettaPug and TanookiRoxx
-Don't Mess With Kiss by trinbin21
I've noticed there's a big feeding kink thing going on in a lot of KISS fics I've read(Not that I mind at all🤭). And I wonder why that is because I don't see stuff like that in other band fanfiction. Is there something about these boys that make yall wanna stuff them with delicious treats?
Also when I went looking for KISS fics on fanfiction.net, all I could find worth checking out was this one fic called Gene & Shannon Songfic Mixup Challenge by GeneandShannonfanForever. It was really cute.
Also also there aren't any good KISS fics on Quotev. In fact there's hardly any KISS fics on Quotev. But I do recall reading this Yandere!Paul Stanley x reader fic that I never finished(Because the pacing sucked ass).