Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. I will block minors interacting with this work.
Length: 8.4K
Notes: Fuck it, third part of the Stewy Hosseini fic
Warnings: Cursing, angst, explicit sexual content—unsafe sex
Summary: You’d be lying if you said you haven’t thought about Stewy since Rhomboid, but you’ve honestly tried not to. Every time Stewy’s voice, or the memory of his touch or kiss have snuck into your head, you’ve shoved it back into its place.
“We cool?”
You hardly look away from your screen as you hear the question.
“…Huh?” You manage after a long pause.
“You and me, are we, uh…”
You glance over, sweeping your eyes over Michael’s wary, hunched posture beside your desk.
“…Are we what?” You press. “We’re fine, what the fuck are you talking about?” Michael’s eyes flicker to you, dark and nervous. You hesitate before adding, “Michael, I’m giving you a clean slate here. Do me a favor—do not ask any more questions, and we can both forget whatever the fuck happened over the weekend. Okay?”
Michael’s eyes dart, stunned, across your face before he gives a single, firm nod. “Okay.”
Michael is just gross and that’s all I have to say about him rn.
I love Stewy finding out that he’s not Reader’s first rich asshole. Humble that bitch hehe. Although Reece can take a kick in the teeth for mentioning Kendall and the Roys.
Of course, Stewy has a weakness for people who just go “fuck it”. He just loves Scorpio energy I bet.
“You really do mean credit card.”
“Uh-huh.”
“But I like his credit card.”
“I’ll give you another one.”
Sugar daddy!
I love he’s slowly being affectionate and Reader either doesn’t notice or refuses to. I’m banking on the second one.
Three bathrooms!
No dick or pussy has ever had my buying them scotch. Reader is whipped. And probably broke.
Awww, Reader admits to liking him too!
Ayee, I love psychic boo knowing you’re hot even from Argestes. I wonder if Michael heard.
Yes, read him out! I know Stewy has this easy-going persona and seems to take everything with a perfect quip but I like that Reader is indirectly telling him, he’s allowed to be tired with the reader. I think it ties back to why he makes Reader so unsure.
So that apartment visit went exactly how I expected. Won’t be surprised if he starts a GoFund me in reader’s name just to be a dick.
Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. I will block minors interacting with this work.
Length: 4.8K
Notes: Fuck it, third part of the Stewy Hosseini fic
Warnings: Cursing, angst, explicit sexual content—oral sex (female receiving), vagina sex
Not beta-read.
Summary: You don’t want to think about Stewy when he’s not around, but you can’t help yourself.
Working with Stewy has never been fun, but since Vegas—since you cleared the air after Colbert, then mucked it up, and then cleared it again—things have been…Amiable.
