If you're getting this you are wonderful, sweet, considerate, lovable, warm-hearted, lovely, good-natured, awesome, friendly, uplifting, affectionate, compassionate, kind, understanding, gracious, graceful, precious, beloved, and a beautiful person. Paste this to the blogs that fit these traits as well! No pressure but kindness can help and make someone's day! 💕
I'm not sure I fit these traits, but thank you. This made me smile. Love you 💙
I'm making the difficult choice to deactivate this blog. Honestly, the fact that some of my own friends are turning against me so easily even after seeing the evidence and not even having the balls to talk to me, is ridiculous. The fact that a place that became my safe place was ruined is too much. All I wanted to do was goof off and make moodboards. Apparently that's too much much for some people. I can't fucking do it anymore. I won't.
I'm a hard pillow hard mattress man. I need reliability. I don't want something to change into a completely different shape when I touch it, that's lying and I don't like liars.
You sighed happily as you were getting ready for bed, the rocking of the ship already lulling you some. You got to meet your own personal Rock God, Tommy Thayer, earlier that day as you boarded the KISS Kruise. He was just as tall and chiseled in person as he was online. As you began to dream of Tommy's jawline you noticed some light coming from behind the painting over your bed. What the fuck? Curiosity overtook your common sense and you grabbed the frame, picking it up and gently setting it next to you. There was a small hole, just enough room for you to peer into the next room. What pervert drilled this? Just before you could hang the painting back up, you saw someone walk over to the bed, his towel hitting the floor. Laying on the bed, in all his naked glory, was Tommy Thayer. A bottle of some sort is in his large hand. Holy shit!
From the moment the towel hit the floor you knew you should have stopped. When Tommy began to stroke his thick cock, you knew you should look away. When you accidentally moaned a little too loud and his head whipped up, you knew you should hide. All of the things you should have done went out the window when Tommy knocked on your cabin door, his cock straining against his briefs. You wanted to tell him no, you wanted to apologize, you wanted him. That's how you found yourself in Tommy's cabin, calloused hands spanking your cheeks until they were flaming red. "You're such a dirty little pervert aren't you? Hm?" You whined, "P-Please!" A finger teasingly stroked your folds. "Look at you getting wet for me. Soaked at being caught and punished. Dirty slut." "S...shit...sorry!" You could barely speak as he made you roll onto your knees. Tommy's stubble grazed your cheek while he whispered in your ear. "You're gonna let everyone on this ship know how good I'm fucking you and how much you love this cock." "Yes sir!" It came out just as breathy and whiny as everything else had that night. You knew you were in for the fuck of your life.
By the time Tommy finished with you, you were sure the feeling of his cum leaking from you would never leave (not that you wanted it to) and that you wouldn't be able to sit the next day. Tommy left the bed soon after, but returned with a warm rag, gently stroking it on your sticky skin. He rolled you onto your stomach, something cold came into contact with your burning cheeks. Lotion? Tommy chuckled as he rubbed in the cool cream. "I really did a number on you, huh?" You shakily laughed, "It's fine, I didn't want to leave my cabin tomorrow anyways." "Well actually, I figured we'd stay here in mine...?" You blinked, trying to figure out if Tommy had fucked your brain into the ocean. This had to have been just one weird dream...right? "Why didn't you get mad at me?" "What?" "Why didn't you get mad at me for watching you get off?" You tried to ignore how humiliated you were having just asked your idol that. He mulled your question over for just a moment before shrugging. "When I met you I thought you were so different from other fans. You didn't say the usual stuff, I guess it made me feel good. Didn't hurt you were cute either." "You think I'm cute?" Tommy turned off the light, settling down next to you shortly after. "Beautiful actually." The mutual silence as you both began to drift off was rather comfortable, but your heart thumped at a thousand miles per hour. You were scared to wake up and for this to have all been an intense dream. Just then, Tommy's phone had begun to ring. He put it on speaker phone when he answered. "Hello?"
It was the guys, "Oh Tommy! Oh Tommy! Fuck me harder Tommy! Ooooo!" You felt your cheeks grow hot and Tommy huffed, "Sure, always pick on the baby." Paul cooed, "Aw but you're our widdle baby Tom Tom." "Goodnight." The silence returned but then you heard Tommy groan.
"Great. Now the whole ship knows Tommy Thayer got laid."
Soooo if you had the choice would you want to read something super soft abt Tommy right now or otherwise? Kinda feeling the need to write rn but don’t know where I want to start. I mean it’ll be the first time in like a few years so can’t promise how good it’ll be BUT HEY
I literally have no choice but to read everything about Tommy I see. But especially because you're my friend Sunshine! (I hope it's okay I still call you that!) I'd be more than happy to read anything Tommy, soft or otherwise. Soft would actually be amazing right now because it's storming, I'm half awake, and I had a trauma induced nightmare like the cool guy I am
Have some Tommy for being so nice to me. And also because he’s stupid and dumb and needs to be fucked within an inch of his life on his knees💛 god he makes everything look TINY
I don't think you understand that I'd have my strap so deep inside his needy little hole and he'd be in tears begging for me to go deeper, harder, while I edge him, never letting him quite get to the edge, just teetering. For hours his swollen red cock would beg for release and maybe if I was feeling nice and he begged me just right, I'd let him make a mess all over himself.
What are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are? Abuse, Love, Comedy
2. Show us a picture of your handwriting?
5. What made you start your blog? So I've always liked KISS, I grew up on them. However, I had kinda grown distant from it until about a year ago. I had a bad relapse and was feeling the worst I had in a while (psst Kat, it gets worse lmao). Anyways, I was watching the "Reason to Live" video because my older sister and I love to make fun of Paul's dancing in it and I remembered about how much I loved Eric Carr. Well curiosity killed the Kat and I was like "I wonder if some weirdos have fic for them" because there's fic for everything right? Well I saw the tag on Ao3 "KISS is just a four man clown orgy" and it tickled me pink. Then I started looking at KISS stuff on my original blog and was like "Hey I want a KISS blog." and I made my sideblog which was the original ThayerSlayer. HOWEVER, I needed a name and after much creativity I discovered Tommy Thayer's last name (I wasn't as dedicated as I am now lol) and I was like "that rhymes!" and then Tommy made me feel somehow safe and comfortable. The rest is KISStory!
9. Tell a story about your childhood.
I had to really think about one that would be happy and so I chose on that came from an unhappy time. My grandfather served in the Vietnam War via the U.S. Army for two years, starting when he was just eighteen and came home not only with his new wife and future son, but severe PTSD that resulted in Alcoholism. One night I was watching westerns with him and I asked why he drank. He couldn't tell an eleven year old that he was forced to document torture sessions in Vietnam, but he did talk some. He said he felt a lot better after talking and he wished he had someone to talk to more often and that maybe it would help. Well I am prone to talking until my jaw is sore, but I'd only talk during the show and then stay quiet during the commercials. Unlike everyone else in my life, he didn't yell or tell me to shut up or kick me out of the room. He just laughed, shook his head, told me he loved me, and called me "My Little Chatterbox". It's one of my fondest memories.
If you or a loved one served in the military and are experiencing Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, PTSD, or any other mental health struggles. Please reach out.
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Text 838255.
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