how r u doingg?? i hope life's been treating u well (＾ω＾)
hii cutie! i'm doing okay, it's been a bit rough lately!! i've started therapy so it's taking a lot of my energy, but i'm still writing in the quiet.. so you'll see me when you least expect it<33
sorry ellie i didnt see you replied to me! i was thinking where reader teaches him how to do it.. but if we do different chapters and sorts it will be like he gets obsessed and is constantly like in heat?
so sub at first but as it goes on he just gets more needy and takes it under his control but i feel he’d be a switch
—💋 anon
ooooh i like that!! he enjoys the feeling so much he like wants it all the time
yess i've been wanting to do a hesitant alien fic for so long! i'm not sure if he should be more sub or dom tho… like he could be taking charge "experimenting" on the human or reader could be experimenting on him. thoughts?
my loves. i'm back with a fic<3 hurt-smut with lots of tears incoming… you and gerard are on a break, he shows up unannounced, and all that pent-up hurt turns into something desperate and messy.
It had been weeks since you last saw Gerard. You weren’t even sure how it happened, one minute you were deeply in love, the next you were “on a break”.
Strangers in theory.
He needed to breathe, and you needed him to breathe. As the days dragged on, your lungs learned how to work again, but your chest stayed hollow. You realized it’s because he still had your heart, and you had nothing of his.
You wondered if he kept it in his pocket, if he pulled it out sometimes just to look at it, caress it and remember you. Or if he’d shoved it into some dark corner where it could be forgotten.
Today felt syrupy and wrong. It was sunny out, but for some reason that made things worse. Too bright, too warm, almost claustrophobic. Like the sun itself was strangling you with its presence. You were absentmindedly spinning slowly in your desk chair, one hand shielding the intruding rays, the other tapping a pencil against the wood in restless rhythm.
A knock.
Your brain barely registered it at first, the sound muffled in your messy mind.
Then another, firmer.
Reluctantly, you dragged your socked feet down the hallway, past crooked photo frames and half-dead ivy spilling from precarious pots. When you reached the door, it suddenly felt taller, heavier. Awareness seeped in—there was someone behind it.
You brushed stray hairs behind your ear, cleared your throat, tugged your thin cotton sleeves down, and turned the knob.
“Hey baby…”
There he was. That low, soft voice. The familiar pet name. Dark, messy locks framing those hazel eyes that always saw straight through you. Soft freckles scattered across the bridge of his nose from the sun you’d somehow forgotten about.
You swallowed hard.
“Hi, Gee.” It came out flat, almost cold.
Your gaze flicked over him greedily—his hands, those pale knuckles you’d kissed a thousand times. The thick hoodie he was wearing despite the heat. You almost laughed fondly at how ridiculous he looked.
“Can I come in?” He gestured forward, pulling you out of your daze.
You stepped aside, knees already unsteady.
The moment the door clicked shut, the words spilled out.
“You promised you’d never leave me.”
Gerard stiffened, broad shoulders tensing under the hoodie.
“I needed a time out from everything.”
It didn’t feel like a time out from everything. It felt like a time out from you. Like everything in his life stayed the same, except you were no longer there.
“I hate you.” The words broke through thick tears.
His head tilted, those gentle eyes locking onto yours. He took one step closer, slowly, giving you every chance to back away.
You didn’t.
You could smell him again. Cigarettes, coffee, the warm, lived-in scent trapped beneath that thick fabric. Your body remembered him instantly.
“I hate you, Gerard,” you repeated, voice cracking as your palm pushed weakly against his chest.
He sighed softly, and caught your wrists in gentle hands.
“I hate you, I hate you, I—“
Tears streamed down your face as your fists pawed at him helplessly.
“You don’t hate me,” he murmured, voice low and certain. “This is because you love me.”
He cupped your wet, burning face in his cool palms, thumbs brushing away the tears with surprising tenderness. For a heartbeat, everything stilled.
Then your body crashed into his, sobbing freely against his chest. He just held you, firm and assuring, rocking you ever so gently. Cotton soaking up all the tears, collecting your hurt one drop at a time for safekeeping.
You clung to him like he might vanish again, fists twisting in the thick fabric of his hoodie as broken sounds spilled from your throat. Gerard’s arm tightened around you, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other stroking slow circles along your spine.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered into your hair, voice low and shaky. “I’m not going anywhere. Not letting go.”
Minutes passed until your sobs quieted into shaky breaths. When you finally pulled back just enough to look at him, your eyes were red and glassy.
Whatever you were feeling had burned down into something rawer. Need. Desire to feel close again.
You rose onto your toes and kissed him.
It wasn’t soft. It was desperate, hungry, weeks of loneliness and hurt poured into the greedy slide of lips and tongues. Gerard groaned deep, the sound vibrating into your mouth as he kissed back just as hungrily. His hands slid down your body, gripping your waist, pulling you flush against him so you could feel how hard he already was.
“Fuck, baby,” he breathed against you, nipping at your bottom lip. “I missed you so much.”
But the words twisted something ugly inside your chest.
You shoved at his shoulders suddenly, even as his hands gripped you harder. “You left me,” you hissed between kisses, voice thick with fresh tears and venom. “You fucking left me here to rot while you ‘breathed’.”
He didn’t pull away. Instead he growled low in his throat and lifted you, carrying you down the hallway to the bedroom. He threw you onto the bed, the mattress dipping under your weight.
Clothes were torn off in a frantic rush, your thin long-sleeve ripped over your head, his hoodie, his jeans shoved down roughly, your shorts and panties yanked away until nothing separated you but flushed skin and pounding hearts.
Gerard settled between your thighs, but there was no gentleness left in his eyes now. Only dark hunger and mirrored pain.
His mouth claimed yours again while his hand slipped between your bodies. His fingers found you already slick and aching despite everything. Two thick fingers slid inside you easily, curling just right, and you arched off the bed with a sharp moan.
“My love…” he murmured, lips trailing down your neck, sucking a mark just above your collarbone. “So wet for me, even though you hate me. Even after all that crying, you want me this bad?”
“Yes—fuck you,” you spat, even as your hips rolled up to meet his hand, chasing the pleasure he always gave you so perfectly.
He pumped his fingers faster, thumb circling your clit until your thighs were trembling. When he added a third finger, stretching you deliciously, you began moaning his name like you were begging. Tears of hurt and overwhelming need spilled from the corners of your eyes.
“Gerard—please...”
His fingers kept working you until you were clenching and shaking, pushing you right to the edge before he suddenly pulled them out. You whined at the loss, angry and desperate.
He replaced them with the thick head of his cock, rubbing it through your soaked folds, teasing your entrance with shallow nudges.
“Say it again,” he demanded, voice rough and broken. “Tell me how much you hate me.”
“I hate you,” you gasped, nails raking down his back hard enough to draw blood. “I hate you for leaving. I hate you for coming back. I hate how much I still love you—“
He thrust in with one deep stroke, burying himself to the hilt. The stretch burned in the best way, both of you moaning in unison at the feeling. He stilled for a moment, forehead pressed to yours, breathing hard.
“Fuck… I’ve missed you,” he whispered.
Then he fucked you hard—deep, relentless thrusts driven by weeks of guilt and longing. Every slam of his hips felt like punishment and apology all at once.
“You think I didn’t hate myself every single day?” he growled, one hand pinning your wrists above your head while the other gripped your hip hard enough to bruise. “You think I didn’t miss you?”
Tears streamed down your temples as pleasure and pain tangled violently inside you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, heels digging into his lower back, urging him deeper even as you sobbed, “Then why? Why did you fucking leave me?”
He answered by lifting your legs over his shoulders, folding you nearly in half. The new angle made him hit that perfect spot for every brutal stroke, making stars explode behind your eyelids. His mouth crashed against yours in a messy, teeth-clashing kiss. Skin slapped loudly, the bed creaked under you, your combined moans and harsh breaths filled the room.
“I’m gonna—“
The words broke into a cry, your nails digging into his shoulders as you came violently around his cock. Your walls clenching rhythmically around him. Gerard cursed, pace faltering as he fucked you through it, drawing it out until you were shaking and oversensitive.
Only then did he let go.
“Fuck—I’m yours,” he groaned against your ear, voice cracking. “Even if you hate me—I’m all fucking yours.”
He buried himself as deep as possible, pulsing hot inside you, filling you with every stutter of his hips. He guided your legs down and collapsed on top of you, his face buried in the crook of your neck as you both came down from the high.
For a long while, the only sounds were your ragged breathing and the faint creak of the bed when he finally shifted to pull out of you slowly.
He rolled onto his side and gathered you against his chest, pressing soft kisses to your temple, your cheek, your swollen lips. His fingertips tracing lazy patterns on your flushed, damp skin.
“I love you,” he murmured, voice hoarse but certain. “I’m so sorry. Never again. I swear on my life, I will never let you go again.”
You clung to him, heart still racing, body shaking with aftershocks, heart aching with leftover hurt and overwhelming love. The emptiness in your chest didn’t vanish, but for the first time in weeks it felt full.
I’m not being a hater I swear I loved the new stalker ray fic BUT I need everyone to know that my brain makes ray have Kermit the frog’s voice in my head I can’t help it and it makes me giggle
STOPP oh my god i love you hahahaah that made me giggle too
Holy fuck … the second part of poor thing missed me was exquisite holy shitttttt… kinda left me wanting more stalker Ray 😩😩 or some resistance play hmm idk (sorry if this sounds like I’m demanding lol I’m definitely not)
ahhh thank you sm!! i’ll be more than happy to write more with this kinda resistance dynamic, i love it.
actually been thinking maybe something like during a heated argument and they just fuck you until you’re not mad anymore:)) (any of the guys)
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