#stewy you need to move the fuck on

[stewy]

THAT IS LITERALLY WHAT STEWY TOLD YOU. YOU FUCKED UP EVERYTHING BECAUSE YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING WITHOUT A FATHER FIGURE. YOU DESERVE TO BE PUT DOWN!

[moshuka]

winner- p. bueckers

stewie version here

!! - my stewie fic but rewritten (i changed the names) for paige bc she’s more popular in terms of ff

!! - dom!paige, 2.7k of pure smut

Paige just finished playing in her first National Championship. They won, of course. Everyone is getting ready to head out, so Paige walks out of the locker room when she spots the cheerleaders packing up their megaphones, pompoms etc.

She spots a certain cheerleader having some trouble caring her megaphone with all her other items. She walks over to you. “Need any help?” She asks softly with a smile.

“P!” You exclaim, bringing her into a hug. “You won! You played so good!”

She chuckles, wrapping her arms around your waist. “Thanks, baby. You cheered me on well.”

You let her drive you back to the hotel. The entire drive, her hand found place on your upper thigh, rubbing the skin beneath your cheer skirt softly.

As you guys arrived back, you both went straight to your hotel room. As soon as the door was closed, Paige had you pinned against the wall. Her body was pressed against yours.

“You did so good out there today,” she mumbled against your neck, pressing kisses to the skin.

“You did better, Miss National Championship winner.” You grin, tilting your head back.

She hummed against your skin before she began leaving hickeys down your neck. “And here I was gonna take you out for a nice dinner,” she whispered as her lips latched on to the crook of your neck, sucking on your skin.

“Paige…” You muttered, bringing you arm up to grasp at the back of her jersey.

She groaned against your skin before she grabbed you thighs, picking you up. Her lips moved to your jawline, placing kisses on your skin. “But first, I wanna make a mess of you,” she muttered against your jawline.

She carried you towards the bed, laying you down gently on the mattress before crawling over you. Her eyes trailed up and down your body.

“You look so good in your cheer uniform, baby,” she said, bringing a hand up to caress your cheek. A smirk tugged on her lips as she moved on hand down your body until she reached the skirt of your uniform.

“But you’d look so much better with it off,” she joked, tugging at the fabric of the skirt.

You blushed heavily before smacking her shoulder. “Shut up,” you muttered, bringing your hands up to cover your face.

She chuckled before taking your wrists, pinning them above your head. “Why should I? You’re so cute when you’re all flustered,” she said, her eyes studying you again.

Her gaze was intense, making you squirm under it. Her smirk grew, enjoying seeing you struggle under her. “Already getting so flustered and all I’ve done is pin your wrists and look at you,” she teased before shifting her body, pinning your legs with leg in between yours to prevent you from moving.

“Wait.” You say. “Wait, is this— are you going to ignore this? Tomorrow, are you going to act like this,” you gesture to the both of you, “never happened?”

Her smirk drops, being replaced with a soft frown. “Of course not, baby.” She said, her voice soft and gentle. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I don’t wanna pretend this didn’t happen.”

She let go of your wrists, reaching up and gently brushing your hair behind your ear. “What made you think that?”

“We’re not together,” you breathe, “I don’t want this to fuck us up.”

“It won’t.” She reassured. “This isn’t going to fuck us up.”

She gently cupped your face in her hands. “Baby, I promise you that this is not going to mess us up. If anything, this helps us.”

She softly chuckled a moment before continuing, “Because I want us to be a thing, I don’t want to hide this from anybody. I want everyone to know that you’re mine. And I’m yours.”

You nod. “Okay. Okay, make me feel good.”

She chuckled, her smirk returning to her face again. “I can definitely do that.” She mumbled before moving her hands away from your face. She started to pull your cheer shirt up, lifting it above your torso before tossing the garment away.

“You’re beautiful,” she muttered as her eyes roamed your body again, studying every inch. “I’m a bit overdressed.”

She pulled her jersey off, tossing it to the side. You run your hands down her body, grasping at her abs.

She shuddered under your touch, her skin prickling at the feeling. You both knew one another well, but not at this extent.

She softly bit her lip as your hands continued to roam her body, touching every available spot. “Feels good,” she muttered, shuddering again as you let your hands glide down her side and back up her stomach.

“Yeah?” You reply, grinning. Your hands traced her abs, gently running your nails over her skin.

She shuddered yet again as her eyes shut, enjoying the sensation. “Don’t get cocky,” she mumbled out, struggling to stay composed.

She tugs at your cheer skirt. “Off.”

“You saying I can’t be cocky when I’m the one making the star basketball player shudder with little touches?” You joked before lifting your legs up, letting her slide your legs out of the skirt.

She groaned before crawling over you once again. She planted her knees on either side of your hips, effectively pinning you beneath her.

“I suppose so,” she mumbled before bringing her attention back to your body. Her lips attacked your neck, kissing and biting at the skin all over. Her teeth nipped at your collarbone, grazing across the sensitive skin.

Her hands gently grasped your hips, her fingers digging into your skin.

You let your eyes flutter close, enjoying the feeling of her lips all over your skin. You knew your neck would be covered in hickeys come tomorrow morning, but you didn’t care.

You reached your hands up, tangling your fingers in her hair, lightly tugging at the roots. “Touch me.”

She groaned against your neck before she began moving down your body. Her lips left a trail of kisses down your chest before stopping just below your stomach. She lifted her head slightly, locking her gaze with yours.

“Where do you want me to touch you?” She asked, her tone cheeky.

“Fuck, you know where.”

Her smirk widened, enjoying the way she could get you flustered. She moved herself onto her stomach, situating herself between your legs.

Her eyes flicked from yours down to your thigh, and an idea popped in her head. She gently bit the skin of your inner thigh, earning a gasp from you as well as your hands grasping her hair again.

She chuckled against your skin before continuing to bite and suck on the sensitive skin. She would leave a mark before moving over to another part of your thigh, determined to mark up your skin.

She continued to bite and suck on the skin until she was satisfied with how many marks were visible on your thigh.

She lifted her head slightly, looking over the marks left on your thigh. You were sure there’d be a constellation of hickeys by morning.

“Look how pretty you are,” she said, gently running her fingers over the marks. “All marked up.”

You try to close your legs. There’s a small (large) wet patch on your panties.

She chuckled and stopped you from closing your legs with her thigh. “Not so fast, baby,” she said, her smirk returning.

She slowly ran her fingers up your inner thigh, stopping right before she reached your core. Her thumb hooked on the waistband of your underwear. “All marked up just for me.”

You let out a whine as her thumb hooked around the waistband of your underwear. She was so close to where you wanted her, but she continued to tease.

“Please,” you breathed out, “please touch me. Stop teasing me.”

“Only because that pleading tone sounds so good,” she mumbled as your please earned a reaction out of her.

She gently pushed your thighs further apart before beginning to press gentle kisses to your inner thighs. Her lips left a trail of kisses until she was right by your cunt.

“So needy for me,” she said, her breath fanning over your clothed pussy.

You let out a soft moan at her words, pushing your hips up slightly. “Only for you,” you mumbled, trying to get any kind of friction you could.

She chuckled teasingly before running her thumb over your damp underwear. You shudder under her touch, wanting more than what her hands were giving you.

“Already wet for me,” she mumbled as she continued to slowly run her thumb back and forth over your clothed clit. She liked watching you squirm, enjoying how you tried to get her to give you more than her touch.

Her hand began to pull your underwear down your legs, but she stopped for a moment. “Lift your hips for me,” she said.

You followed her instructions, lifting your hips up as she began pulling your underwear down your body. She discarded the garment somewhere in the room before her eyes trailed back up to your body.

Her eyes raked over your body, taking in the sight of your naked torso for the first time. “So beautiful,” she mumbled, running her hands up your thighs.

She gently spread your legs, taking in the sight of your body. Her eyes flicked up to your face, seeing how flustered you were.

“Relax,” she mumbled, rubbing gentle circles on your thighs. “I’ll take care of you.”

Before you could respond, she leaned forward and gently blew on your pussy.

You let out a squeak at the action, your hands grasping at the sheets beneath you. She smirked against your skin, enjoying seeing you so worked up for her.

“Already so sensitive and I’ve barely touched you,” she murmured, dragging her lips over your folds.

“Please…” You breathed out, your breathing getting heavier already. Her lips and breath against you was enough to drive you crazy, and she hadn’t even begun yet.

She hummed against your skin, continuing to lightly brush her lips over your core, leaving teasing kisses.

She chuckled before finally swiping her tongue through your folds, leaving a trail of wetness from the action. You let out a gasp again, and she hummed against you again, causing a vibration.

“So sensitive,” she mumbled, her hot breath fanning over your skin again.

Her tongue began to slowly move over your core, licking at your sensitive skin. Her lips latched on to your clit, sucking on it gently.

You moan and tangle your fingers in her hair, tugging on her roots. “Paige, I—“

She groaned against your skin at the feel of you tugging her hair, not expecting the action. She sucked on your clit for a moment longer before pulling her mouth away.

“Use your words, baby,” she murmured, gently biting your inner thigh before looking up at you. “You look so pretty when you’re all flustered and needy.”

“Fuck, keep touching me.” You moan out.

She chuckled at your moan. “Needy, are we?”

She began to run her tongue along your folds again, slowly circling your clit. You moan again as you grip at her hair, pushing her head closer to your cunt.

“Paige, ple—“ You moaned out as she began nipping and sucking on your clit again, lapping her tongue over your sensitive bud. The feeling of her tongue against you made your eyes flutter closed in ecstasy.

She groaned against you, enjoying the way you were tugging her hair once more. Her hands gripped your thighs, digging into the skin.

She continued to work her tongue over your clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure. Her hands grabbed at your thighs, squeezing the skin. She knew tomorrow morning there’d be red handprints all over the skin.

You began to squirm beneath her, her tongue bringing you closer to release. “P, need your fingers.”

She smirked against your skin before gently biting your inner thigh. “Bossy,” she muttered before gently flicking her tongue over your clit, eliciting a moan from you.

You let out another moan before tugging on her hair again. “Please.” You breathed out, wanting more from her. “please, fingers.”

Her smirk widened at your pleas, loving how desperate you were for her touch. She removed one hand from your thigh, bringing it closer to your pussy.

Her fingers gently teased around your entrance, not giving you the want you wanted. “Needy,” she murmured against you, “so desperate for my touch.”

She circled her fingers around your entrance, still not inserting them. She pressed light kisses to your inner thighs, wanting to hear you whimper again.

“Stop teasing,” you whine, trying to push your hips down against her fingers, wanting anything. “Need your fingers. Make me feel good.”

Her hands grabbed your hips, holding you in place so you couldn’t move them.

Her smirk widened again before she finally pushed a finger inside of your cunt. You gasped at the feeling, the feeling of her finger finally inside of you.

“You’re so tight,” she mumbled against your skin, watching your face while she slowly pushed her finger in and out of you.

Her tongue began to slowly run over your sensitive skin again, working together with her finger to bring you to orgasm.

You gasped again at the combination of her tongue and fingers, a moan getting caught in your throat. Your hands fisted the sheets as your body grew hot. “Close,” you breathe out as her finger curled inside of you.

She looked up briefly to see your face, your eyes shut, your lips parted, your hair splayed out on the pillows. She thought you looked absolutely beautiful like this.

She continued to curl her finger inside of you, hitting the spot that made you see white. Her tongue began to swirl over your clit, adding even more stimulation.

“Baby, gonna—“ you gasp out, your thighs beginning to tremble. “Gonna cum, baby, please don’t stop.”

Her smirk widened, and she added a second finger, thrusting into you relentlessly.

Her fingers and tongue worked in sync, pulling you closer and closer to the edge. She could tell you were close from the way you began to moan her name.

She kept working her fingers and tongue, determined to watch you cum. Her fingers continued to curl inside of you, each move bringing you closer and closer.

Your breathing began to get heavier, your body getting hot. You were close, so close. You felt your release beginning to build, her fingers and tongue bringing you to your climax.

“Paige, baby, gonna—“ you gasp out, unable to finish your sentence before you felt yourself let go.

Your body convulsed, a moan getting caught in your throat. Your thighs trembled as your body rode out its high, your legs shaking around her head.

She groaned against your skin, feeling your thighs tighten around her head as your body convulsed beneath hers. Her fingers and tongue continued to work you through your climax, wanting to milk all she could.

She looked up at you to watch your face, watching you lose yourself completely. You were beautiful. You were gorgeous.

Eventually, she removed her fingers and tongue when you began to come down, leaving gentle kisses on your skin.

Your body felt exhausted, breathing heavily, as you attempted to come back down from your high. Your eyes slowly fluttered open, meeting her gaze.

She smirked a bit and gently moved so that she was lying next to you, pulling you against her. “Feel good?” She asked, her tone somewhat cocky.

You groaned softly and buried your face into her neck. “Shut up,” you mumbled, still out of breath.

Her smirk turned into a grin as she held you against her. “I’m assuming that means I did good,” she joked, gently rubbing her hand over your back.

“You’re so annoying,” you mumbled against her skin, trying to sound annoyed but your tone betrayed you when your lips curled into a small smile. “You know what you did.”

She chuckled, continuing to rub her hand over your back. “You know you loved it,” she replied, her cocky tone returning.

“Yeah, yeah,” you mumbled, finally lifting your head up to look at her. “You’re the best. Are you happy now?”

She smirked again and grabbed your chin in her hand, holding your face in front of hers. “Now that you’re mine?” she said before placing a soft kiss on your lips. “Extremely.”

[wnbawag]

Glued To You

Pairing: Breanna Stewart x reader

Summary: Stewie had always assumed that seeing men throw themselves at you would bother her more.

Warnings: Swearing, smut

Word Count: 1.4k

Note: Lil blurb I wrote way too late at night. Not proof read, lemme know if you find any mistakes!

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Stewie had always assumed that seeing men throw themselves at you would bother her more.

Don’t get her wrong, she didn’t like seeing man after man come up to you during her games. She swore she made it very obvious that you were her’s. From keeping you in her jerseys, giving you her old high school letterman that read “Stewart” on the back, and even having you in Stewie 1’s or your custom “Stew York” pumps.

Your fuck me pumps, as you called them.

Still, even decked out in Breanna Stewart gear and screaming for her every time she was on the court, you were still bombarded with men shooting their shots.

Breanna couldn’t really blame them.

You measured in at a measly 5 '4, and all soft curves, gentle smiles, and an adorable Georgian accent that came out every time you cheered. 

Today in particular, you had shown up in a ‘southern belle’ style sundress, sporting Stewie’s high school letterman, and your favorite pair of shoes - your Mi Amor Stewie 2s. 

It was a tough game; facing off against the Minnesota Lynx was always a tough game. Stewie felt like she was on fire, her mid range jumper was on point, her blocks were lethal, and every time she looked to where you were on your feet in the stands, she got the satisfaction of seeing you glued to the game - glued to her - all while men were trying to chat you up.

You lept to your feet as Sabrina shot a buzzer beater three pointer. Not that y’all needed the three pointer, you had been up by at least 6 the entire fourth quarter. Still, you screamed your head off, cheering for your girl and her teammates. You caught Stewie’s eye as she celebrated with her team, a smirk adoring her gorgeous face as she looked at you.

You knew why, as protective as Stewie was, there was nothing she loved more than to watch you ignore the throngs of men that chased you at every game.

Speaking of, you turned to the current one beside you - why was he still here?

He had been talking the entire time, explaining basketball like you were an idiot.

I mean seriously, who did he think he was?

Still, your mama didn’t raise a rude lady.

You graciously smiled at him, thanked him for the conversation with a soft hand on his arm that made him blush, and darted into the crowd. You had a pretty girl to congratulate.

Stewie was distracted. She knew that press was a part of the game, she really did, but tonight? All she wanted was to take you home. She knew she was zoned out during the post-game press conference, but all she could think of was you in her jacket, smooth legs peeking out from under your sundress, the pride on your face, wait what was the question?

Stewie looked blankly at the reporter, acutely aware of Sabrina and Sandy trying to hide their amusement at her blatant disregard for the press.

“I think Stewie’s a little tired from the game, let me take that question,” Sandy saved Stewie with that one.

Stewie had the decency to look sheepish, glancing around the room and coming to a stop on the back wall, where you were giggling against the back door.

Even through the annoyance that is the press, the sight of you made Stewie smile.

—

You barely made it through the door to Stewie’s apartment before her hand was reaching under your dress, the other hand curling around the back of your neck to pull you closer to you.

“Had to watch everyone flirt with what’s mine all game,” Her accent tugged at something deep within you.

“They didn’t get nothing Stew, I’m yours,” You replied breathlessly, letting her pull you into an intense kiss.

The much taller woman led you into her kitchen, backed you against the counter and kissed you senseless. Her hand went to your ass, groping the smooth flesh. The hand that had held your neck moved down to palm at your breasts over your dress.

The touches were making your head spin, heart pounding as you were breathless against the onslaught of kisses from your love. 

“Baby,” You moaned against her lips. “Baby I need you,” 

That seemed to flip a switch in the older woman’s mind as her hands left their places to find home under your thighs. She lifted you like you were nothing, practically throwing you onto her counter. 

“Damnit Stew,” You breathed out. “I love it when you do that,” 

This time it was you that grabbed Stewie’s face and pulled her into you, matching her intensity.

Your uptick in intensity definitely got Breanna’s motor going. Her touches went from hungry to frantic. 

The hands that had been under your thighs, rubbing circles, were pulled from beneath you to dive under your dress. One gripped your thigh, long fingers trailing towards the inside, while the other went straight for your clothed pussy.

“Did you wear the thong I like?” Stewie asked against your lips, a smirk finding its way back to her face.

“You know I did, baby,” 

Stewie had originally planned to tease you for a while, but your sultry voice echoed in her mind and she quite frankly lost all critical thinking skills.

So with that, Stewie hooked a finger under your panites and ripped them downwards, not even bothering to get you to lift your hips as she got them off anyway.

Stewie dropped to her knees in front of you, looking like a damn vision, and took a long lick completely up your slit. Your head fell back with a moan as she dived into your pussy.

“Uh-uh baby, eyes on me,” her muffled voice came from below you. With a grown you met her eyes, which just about made you cum on the spot.

Her piercing blue eyes stripped you down to your bare bones, she looked so in control even as she was on her knees, basically glued to you.

Her long tongue alternated between circling your clit and licking at your entrance. You could barely handle that, much less when her fingers came up to rub at your folds and tease at your entrance.

“Stewie, baby, please fuck me!” Stewie wasted no time and plunged two fingers into your soaked entrance, establishing a quick rhythm that you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold onto for long. Her tongue continued to circle and flick your clit just the way you liked it and those blue eyes never left yours, even though keeping your’s open felt like holding up the entire sky.

“F-f-fuck Stewie, fuck baby, just like that, doing so good for me baby, please fuck,” curses fell from your mouth, you had no control over them anyway, but they made Stewie quicken her pace, fingers curving just enough to make your head fall back and your eyes close, moans getting louder.

Thankfully, Stewie let the lack of eye contact slide as she turned all of her attention to getting you to your orgasm, which was fast approaching.

All it took was a hook of her fingers and the smallest nip to your clit and you were falling over the edge, hands went from holding yourself up to gripping Stewie’s curls. 

The two of you usually went for hours, but you were seeing stars. Your body slumped on the counter and you felt so damn overstimulated that tears were flowing freely. 

Stewie kept her fingers inside you, helping coax you through the orgasm, but took her mouth off of you when she saw the tears.

Slowly, she pulled her fingers out, slipped them into her mouth for an extra taste, then stood between your trembling legs.

“Did so good for me baby, looked so sexy like that, letting go for me,” Stewie murmured as she gathered you in her arms, carrying you bridal style away from the kitchen. Your head fell against her strong chest, the steady heartbeat bringing you back to reality.

Stewie flopped down on your couch, maneuvering you so that you laid on top of her, your head resting on her chest. 

“Wait Stew, I’m not done, I’m gonna do you,” You slurred out, hands reaching to grab at Stewie’s jersey that she hadn’t taken off yet. Stewie let out a laugh, running a hand through your hair.

“Babe I came just watching you, you were a damn sight,” She deposited a kiss on your hairline as you buried your head between her tits, groaning out your embarrassment as she laughed at you.

“Take a nap baby, when you wake up, I want a backshot,” 

“STEWIE!”

[taurasiluv]

gf ! headcanons ⸝ ⸝ ⸝ b.stewart

「pairing」 breanna stewart x reader

「summary」 girlfriend!stewie headcanons <3

「cw」 n / a : all fluff :)

「notes」 running it back w new stewie hcs !

gf!stewie . . . who always sends you sunset pictures when shes at an away game, a small reminder shes thinking of you

gf!stewie . . . who could yap your ear off for hours when you get her going on a rant about harry potter or whatever book shes currently reading

gf!stewie . . . who convinced you to join her teams book club (you only did it because of the excitement in her voice when she asked)

gf!stewie . . . who is always teasing you and making fun of you, only to kiss you right after

gf!stewie . . . who treats you like the princess you are, always opening the door for you and buying you flowers whenever she gets the chance

gf!stewie . . . who always gives up her jacket for you when you forget yours, even in the snowy new york winters.

gf!stewie . . . who always blows a kiss to you in the stands when shes at the free throw line

gf!stewie . . . who cant sleep unless you're there, your heartbeat lulls her to sleep without fail

gf!stewie . . . who makes you breakfast every sunday morning, bringing it to you in bed so you don't have to move a muscle so early

gf!stewie . . . who gets the biggest, goofiest grin on her face when she sees you in her jersey

gf!stewie . . . who still gets flustered around you, even after years of being together

gf!stewie . . . who takes you on vacation whenever she can, and then spoiling the fuck out of you when you two are there

gf!stewie . . . who loves to show you off, always bragging about you to her teammates

gf!stewie . . . who appreciates it when you take the time to clean her scrapes and scratches after a rough game

gf!stewie . . . who needs to take a nap with you before every game, claiming its good luck.

[richeeduvie]

stewy getting freaky w baby and roman can hear it. stewy leaving a hickey hidden by a high collar but she stretches her neck and the bruised skin is there. stewy’s cologne on her in the faintest scent or vice versa. stewy cooing over her in the elevator as she hides her head in in his neck giggling like a flustered schoolgirl and opening the doors and roman or kendall’s there. the content clues but not potent evidence that a man who isn’t a lunatic and just wants to scratch her ticklish neck with his beard to hear her squirm and giggle while roman forgets starts to the smell of her perfume. stewy 2025

Are you campaigning for Roman's suicide anon

"You know, I actually don't have a fetish for doing nasty things in public. I don't know why, my dick immediately softens at the idea of someone catching me inside you. I'll play it off smirkishly, but...let's wait until we find a closet, this elevator is too exposing. Come here."

"Stewy."

"I-"

The elevator dings! It opens. There's Roman. And Kendall.

"It's our Roy-toys. Hi, Roy-toys."

Baby doesn't move her face away from Stewy's neck. Is it a freeze response? Is it because she doesn't want to despite the fact she'll always want to lessen any blow Roman takes? Who knows.

"If you could move-"

The elevator closes.

"Rome, what the fuck?"

The little brother has his pouty face on. He pulls on the jacket of his suit, head rolling.

"Take me to the top, brothaaaa - I'm gonna fling my dick off! And maybe cry."

It's a moment where Roman can manage to be vulnerable without being vulnerable. Kendall rubs his back.

"I'm forgetting the way she fucking smells. Who woulda thought? You need to gouge him, Kendall. He's your boyfriend."

Kendall looks to the tile. Maybe.

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Clandestine. Part Two.

The affair was always a ticking time bomb. No one could have predicted how big the explosion would be.

Part One. Part Three. Part Four.

Pairing - Stewy Hosseini x Female Roy Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - cursing. so much angst. sorry not sorry <3

Word Count - 1.7k

Author's Note - thank you thank you thank you for all of the love on clandestine!! it makes me so happy that so many people love reading stewy fics, because there is a criminal lack of them on here. i am more than happy to provide <3 as always, feedback and reblogs are massively appreciated !!

Series Masterlist.

Masterlist. Requests.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Your eyes blink open, sunlight streaming through the sheer curtains. You’re resting comfortably on Stewy’s chest, both of his strong arms wrapped around you. You yawn sleepily, wondering what’s awoken you.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Oh. That. You check the clock on the nightstand, realising that it’s only 7am. On a Saturday. Who’s knocking on the door at 7am on a Saturday morning?

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Fuck, is the noise getting louder? You nudge Stewy carefully, waking him.

“There’s someone banging on your door,” you whisper.

He groans and untangles his legs from yours. He throws on a pair of boxers, and moves to investigate the source of the knocking. You listen intently, curious to know who’s trying to gain Stewy’s attention so determinedly.

The door swings open.

“Ken?” Stewy questions, and you can almost hear the fear in his voice.

“Hey, man. Where the fuck is my sister?”

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You're half awake and disorientated. Stewy got up to find out who was at the door 10 minutes ago, and frankly, you're getting worried. Against your better judgement, you throw on his shirt from the night before and make your way out of the bedroom.

You enter the living room to be met face to face with Kendall. Shit.

You briefly wonder if you can play it off, fabricate a story, tell him it's not what it looks like!

Apart from, it's exactly what it looks like.

Someone from Kendall's team saw you and Stewy leave the gala together. And now you're here, in his living room, wearing nothing but his shirt. And your shoes are by the front door. And there's a wine glass with your lipstick print on it abandoned on the counter.

There's no getting out of this one.

Stewy wants to scream, yell at you to go back to his room. He wants to pick you up and throw you out of sight, praying Kendall hasn't noticed all the tell tale signs. But it's too late. He has.

"Okay. Uh - what the fuck is going on?"

Kendall asks the question while looking between the two of you like some sort of cartoon character doing a double take. It doesn't require a genius to figure it out, but Kendall needs to hear one of you say it out loud.

"Listen, Ken-"

"Ken, don't get mad-"

You both speak at the same time, verbally tripping over each other. You've never actually discussed what you'd do or say if you got found out. You both just always naively assumed it wouldn't happen.

You sit down on the edge of the couch, and look at your brother earnestly.

"Ken, I'm not going to sit here and lie to you. It isn't fair. But you can't get mad when I tell you the truth."

"I'll be the judge of that," he mutters sassily. You decide the backtalk is a result of his confusion, and give him a pass.

"Will you come and sit with me, please? The standing is making me nervous. I feel like I'm on trial."

"You might be. I haven't decided yet."

You can't tell if he's joking. He's certainly not smiling.

Kendall moves to sit down next you. Stewy follows, perching himself on the opposite end to give you space. Close enough if you need him, far enough that it won't upset your brother more.

"Start talking," he commands, still confused.

"It's... well I - we - me and Stewy, we're -"

"Together," Stewy finishes for you. Kendall glares at him, and he decides he'll keep his mouth shut for a while.

"Yeah, we're together," you continue. "We have been for over a year. It isn't just sex, or anything. I'm in love with him."

It's weird to finally bear this truth after keeping it a secret for so long. It feels wrong, but also refreshing - like a bitter lemon on a hot day.

Kendall is scarily silent.

"You're... kidding, right?" he asks, finally breaking through the quiet.

"Do I look like I'm kidding?" you question, anger bubbling up. "It's my life, Kendall. It actually doesn't matter who I date. It doesn't change anything. It doesn't make a difference."

He looks at you incredulously.

"You're so fuckin' naive. How can you sit here and tell me this doesn't change anything?"

You go to speak, but he continues.

"You lied to me, first off. Both of you. For God knows how long-"

"Kendall-"

"Let me fucking finish."

You shrink back into the couch, willing it to swallow you.

"You both lied to me. You broke my trust... and uh, that fucking hurts, actually. And then there's the business side of things. You work for Waystar. Stewy is a board member. That's a conflict of interest."

You scoff at him, but then realise he's deadly serious.

"... A conflict of interest?"

"It's against company policy. How am I going to trust you? How is anyone? Information might get leaked. What if I tell you something, and then you tell Stewy? And he tells Sandy and Sandi, and then the Pierces, and all of a sudden nothing is private anymore. I. Can't. Trust. You."

Tears are welling up in your eyes quicker than you can control. You're trying to take deep breaths, begging yourself not to cry in front of Kendall.

"You're breaking my fucking heart, Ken," you whisper.

"Yeah? Well I walked in here this morning, and you broke mine first."

A choked sob escapes you, and the floodgates open. Fresh, hot tears sprint down your cheeks, landing in your lap. Stewy can't stand to sit and watch any longer.

"Okay, man, that's enough. This isn't fair."

"What's not fair is the two people I trust the most both lying to my face for a year. That's what isn't fucking fair."

With that, Kendall stands up and strides towards the front door, slamming it behind him as he leaves. The minute he's gone, Stewy is wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into his chest.

"It's okay, baby," he murmurs, stroking your hair. "He'll come around. We'll be okay. If we stick together, we'll be okay."

His reassurances are only making you cry harder, sobs escaping you uncontrollably. You eventually exhaust yourself, falling into a restless sleep in Stewy's arms on the couch.

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You wake up in bed. You've temporarily forgotten the events of the morning, before it all comes crashing back down around you suddenly. Distantly, you can hear Stewy in the kitchen, talking on the phone. You look around the room, and know what you have to do.

You leave the bedroom with a bag in hand, throwing it onto the ground as you grab your shoes. Stewy clocks you, and hangs up the phone.

"Can I call you back? Thanks, man. I'll see you tomorrow."

He runs over to where you're slipping your heels on, precariously balanced against the side of the couch.

"Honey, where are you going?" he questions, panic washing over him at your frantic state. "Wait, have you packed a bag?"

He's trying to catch your eyes, but you keep looking away, desperate to avoid his unrelenting gaze.

"I'm going home."

A pause.

"... This is your home."

You knew he'd say that. It hurts just the same.

"No, Stewy, this is your home. My apartment is across town."

"You haven't been there in months. All your stuff is here. Baby, talk to me. What's going on? Did Kendall get in your head?"

"Kendall's right!" you shout, trying to pick up your bag. Stewy gets there first and grabs it, flinging it behind him, out of your reach.

"About what? He's just in shock, baby! He's confused and he feels betrayed. You don't owe him fuckin' anything. Not after everything that family has put you through."

"They're still my family. I can't lose my entire family, Stewy!"

"What kind of fucking family stab each other in the back? Lie to each other? Sell each other out for business? You're better off without them and you know it."

You know he's right. You're trying to convince yourself he isn't.

"You heard what he said! He won't trust me anymore. No one will. It's shitty, but my job is important to me. I can't be known as the Roy liability."

"Trust me, honey, you're the least likely to be named the Roy liability."

"That's not the point! You're not listening to me. I'm the youngest, I've had to fight for respect every fucking day of my life. I'm finally where I deserve to be. I can't throw it all away for... for love!"

Stewy flinches like you've punched him in the gut. He takes a step back and leans against the kitchen island, trying to keep his balance.

"What happened to 'you and me against the world', huh?" he murmurs.

"I think I got too wrapped up in this - in us. I was stupid to think it could work. We both were."

"I wasn't," he replies defiantly. "I knew exactly what I was getting into. I knew it would be really fucking difficult and I loved you anyway."

Stewy swears his hard breaks so hard, the both of you hear it shatter. A silent tear rolls down his cheek, big brown eyes filled with sadness.

"I'm not sorry for loving you," you whisper. "I'm sorry for a lot of things, but never for loving you."

"If you meant that, you wouldn't be giving up."

You duck your head, unable to look at him any longer.

"This isn't giving up. This is... quitting while we're ahead. If we keep going, we'll just end up having a huge, horrible, public breakup," you stop, and take a deep breath. "I think we were always doomed to fail."

Stewy thinks about the diamond ring that sits in a box in the top drawer of his nightstand. Doomed to fail.

You finally look up at him, and all the air leaves your lungs. You've never seen him look so defeated, so vulnerable. You're the cause of this. And you hate yourself for it.

You pad across the kitchen and pick up your bag from where he threw it, before stopping in front of him.

"I don't regret you, Stewy Hosseini. I never will."

With that, you stride out of the front door, closing it gently behind you. Stewy is left, cold and empty, in the apartment that no longer feels like home.

so... part 3??

Stewy Tag List -

@shawty-writes-a-little

@616wilsons

@justacaliforniandreamer

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[nicolettemarionette]

Business with Pleasure (PART 2)

Pairing: Kendall Roy x Reader x Stewy Hosseini  Description: Kendall takes up his old pal's offer to share his lover. (Part 1) Word count: 2.5K-ish Rating: SMUT (more under the cut) 

Warnings: Cursing, smut, age-gap, exhibition, teasing, M/M/F threesome, oral (M and F receiving - Kendall Roy eats pussy like a champ), deepthroat PIV, protected sex

A/N: Sorry for the wait, but I would say it's worth it! Enjoy ;) 

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"Come on, it'll be just like old times."

Kendall tilts his head, looking past his friend to search your face for a moment, wondering if you're lust drunk or just fucking wasted. Then, he decides he doesn't really care. "Fuck it, yeah."

"Atta boy, sit down," Stewy claps his hands together, then scoffs at Kendall, who's chosen to sit about a foot away from you, hands glued to his suit pants. "You want anything...something to drink?"

The CEO hesitates, tempted, then shakes his head, "Uh no, I'm...I'm good."

"You sure? Cos you look a little tense." His voice is teasing, his hand moving to rest against your waist, "Don't you think, sweetheart?"

You hum in agreement, more than excited on how this is going to play out. Stewy's little smirk has your heart flipping, "Why don't you go...help Ken relax a bit?"

"Okay."

You crawl over to him, settling between his legs and looking up at him through your lashes. Your hands find their way to his thighs, a ditzy smile slipping onto your lips at the way his muscles tense under your touch. 

Kendall falters, "You...you're going to uh..?"

Stewy answers him before you can, "She's gonna suck your dick. Do you need me to hold your hand, bro?"

"Uhh no, fuck off," Kendall brushes off the sarcasm, adam's apple bobbing as your fingers move towards his zipper.

Stewy laughs, holding his hands up, "Okay, just thought I'd offer."

Kendall's hips lift as you tug his briefs down, his cock bouncing against his taught skin. You maintain eye contact with him, wrapping your hand around his girth, stroking him slowly. He groans, head dropping back, spreading his thighs further apart to give you more room.

You press your tongue flat against the underside of his length and the moan that falls from his lips has you clenching around nothing. Who knew Kendall Roy was so sensitive? 

With a confidence that's probably inspired by the amount of alcohol in your system, you take him deeper into your mouth, feeling his cock twitch at the sensation. Kendall groans, half-lidded eyes fluttering as he watches his length continue to disappear past your lips slowly, "Fuck, you're good at this."

His praise has you whimpering around him, sending vibrations through his cock. Your cheeks hallow as you speed up, taking him further each time until the head of his cock nudges the back of your throat. 

The action has him clenching his fists, resisting the urge to buck his hips up and force you further down on his cock. Instead, he chokes out, "Oh...fuck, take it. Good fucking girl."

Again, your body heats at his words and Stewy smirks knowingly, palming himself at the way your thighs rub together incessantly. He decides to speak up again, "Pull her hair; she goes fucking crazy for it."

"Uh...really?" Kendall looks to his friend for confirmation, but the brunette merely offers a sly grin.

Taking that as his green light, Kendall's hand finds its way into your hair, tugging slightly then harder when you moan. He uses his grip to guide you back down, helping you move against him. 

You keep one hand on his thigh, steadying yourself and use the other to play with his balls. Just as his hips begin to stutter, Stewy clears his throat, "Alright, let's not blow your load before you get to dessert."

Kendall's reluctant to release his hold in your hair, but does as he's told. You get to your feet shakily, accepting a hand for support. You're not expecting the CEO to cup your neck, pulling you into a deep kiss. Still, you reciprocate it eagerly, opening your mouth and letting his tongue slip in, the taste of him mingling with saliva.

"Come here," you break away at Stewy's voice, turning to face your lover with a bashful smile, which he returns warmly. The top buttons of his shirt are undone, his sleeves rolled up to reveal his toned forearms, a sight that always has you biting your lip. His hand slowly slides up the material of your dress, "You know, I hate this fucking dress."

Your brows furrow, voice a pitch higher, "I thought you liked it."

"I did," he starts, then pinches at the seam between his fingers, "but now...I hate it." In one swift movement, the fabric's torn, falling to the ground in a pool around your legs. You're left standing in only your panties, exposed nipples hardening under the attention.

The sound of ripping silk is loud but the two men still hear your gasp, Stewy letting out a laugh at your reaction while Kendall's at least nice enough to bite back his amusement. "Stewy!" You narrow your eyes at the former, "That was vintage Chanel."

There's not a hint of remorse as he cups your breasts, but as his thumbs brush against your nipples, your back arches and you can feel your resolve crumbling, something he notes. His voice is mocking as he turns to his friend, continuing his teasing touch, "You hear that, Kendall? That was Chanel!"

"Vintage Chanel," the taller man corrects, eyes crinkling playfully. He steps closer until you're sandwiched between them, then he nods assuredly, "Yeah, he'll buy you another one."

Stewy caresses your skin, "That's fucking right, I always do." He lifts your chin, kissing you sweetly and you melt into him, sighing contentedly. You'd come to appreciate the finer things in life; being pressed against two of the most powerful men in the city coupled with the promise of a shopping spree has you weak in the knees.

"You good, man?" Stewy quips, once he's broken from your lips.

Kendall's hands tentatively find your waist, thumbs tracing over the dips in the soft skin, "Yeah, fuck yeah. Just uh...enjoying the view."

"Like what you see?" He spins you so that you're facing Kendall, who's lowering his head to drink you in. Stewy moves your hair to your shoulder and licks a stripe up your neck, making you whine in need.

Kendall makes a noise of affirmation, then, "Fuck! Can...can I uh...?" His voice breaks, and fuck it drives you crazy - having someone with so much power sound so desperate for you. You're unsure of what he means to do, but one look over your shoulder at how Stewy's eyes darken has you shivering in anticipation.

"You wanna eat her out? Go ahead."

That's all it takes for him to drop to his knees before you, your eyes widening at the action. He presses hot kisses to your inner thighs, sending waves of pleasure through your body. His hands trail your skin before meeting lace. Instead of pulling your panties down, he presses his lips to your stomach, then those brown eyes look up into yours, searching for your approval, "Is that...is that okay?"

"Yes," your voice is heavy, your breaths coming too fast. It's all so much and not enough; you run your fingers through his short hair to encourage him to carry on. 

It seems to work as he pulls the flimsy lace down, lifting your legs gently to get them over your feet. But it seems he needs more, taking a deep breath that makes you shudder, "You want me to touch you?"

You nod fervently, groaning when you hear Stewy tut behind you, "Use your words, sweetheart."

"Want you, please Ken," you struggle to get the words out, hips already chasing his touch.

He rewards you by moving his hands around your hips until they rest on your ass, surely brushing against Stewy's bulge, directing rhetoric toward his pal, "How can I say no to that?"

But before you have a chance to ponder how close the pair really are, his tongue has you bucking your hips, a shaky breath leaving your lips.

Kendall's no slouch at eating pussy - he's always strived to be the best at everything he does and this is no different. He'd gotten plenty of practice, with girls in college throwing themselves at him with the mere mention of his legacy name. And who was he to deny them the pleasure of said name?

He spreads open your pussy lips with his fingers before moving his tongue to trace a wet 'K' over your clit. He licks the letter again, his pretty eyes watching your face as you writhe and contort with blinding pleasure. 'L' has you tugging at his dark hair, back arching against Stewy, who's supporting your frame with a comforting grip on your shoulders. His 'R' is quick and messy and he's practically lapping your pussy at this point, feeling more than cocky as you cry out, grip tightening on him.

"Oh fuck!" 

Stewy places a chaste kiss to your skin, then mutters into your ear. "You like that?"

"Yes! So good," the shrieks are barely understandable and if Kendall's face wasn't buried between your thighs, he'd smirk.

The man behind you hums, "Better than me?"

Kendall seems to take this as a challenge, lips fastening over your clit, thick fingers slipping embarrassingly easily into your pussy and curling up towards your navel. His free hand settles on your lower stomach, pressing slightly so that you can feel the coil of pleasure tighten.

You all but scream, spasming around his fingers. The pleasure is searing and apparent, Kendall feels you shudder against his tongue, groaning. He slows his pace, softly licking through your orgasm until you push his head away, panting heavily.

He gets to his feet, face coated in your arousal, self-satisfied grin on his face, "You didn't uh, answer the question."

It takes a moment for you to process his words, and you stutter, "I-I-"

"She wants me to fuck her so bad she can't even talk," Kendall teases, shrugging to Stewy cheekily.

Stewy doesn't bat an eyelid, matching his smile with vigour, "Well then, better give her what she wants."

"You got a-"

He's thrown a condom before he can finish, Stewy having fished it out of his pocket while he was watching you get eaten out by his best friend. You clutch onto Stewy's arm, pulling him to kiss you. He reciprocates immediately, it's soft and completely not indicative of what's to come. 

Stewy pushes you gently, and you stumble against the couch while he stands in front of you. You look up at him, eyes wide. 

"You're a fucking mess, sweetheart," the words are harsh but uttered adoringly, his finger pushing past your swollen lips. You suck on it instinctively and he lets out a low groan, "And I love it. Now, do you want Ken to fuck you?"

You nod enthusiastically, not bothering to remove your lips to answer verbally, something he playfully rolls his eyes at, "Good. Then I want you to open up for me."

Stewy unbuckles his belt lazily and props one knee up on the couch across from you, his other boot firmly planted on the floor. You roll onto your stomach, crawling over to him, aware of Kendall's presence behind you. Bare skin presses against yours and you're aware that he must've discarded his shirt somewhere, your imagination running wild. 

You fumble with Stewy's boxers for a second before freeing his cock. His fingers wind into your hair, stroking the soft strands appreciatively. You press your lips to the head of his cock, kitten licks teasing the head of it while Stewy hisses in a breath, "Don't be a fucking tease."

His hold in your hair tightens in response, groaning when you finally take him in your mouth. Unlike Ken, Stewy's eyes remain fixated on his favourite sight - you look so beautiful like this, eyes watery, cheeks hollowed, lips red and swollen. You always struggle to swallow down his cock and he smirks, bucking his hips up a bit, just to fuck with you. You gag slightly, saliva mixed with his precum drooling from your lips.

"Are you just going to stand there?" His voice is strained as he addresses Kendall, who mutters a 'no'.

One hand grips the flesh of your hips, the other guiding his cock as he drags it through your folds, collecting your wetness. You whine around Stewy's cock when Kendall's grazes your clit, his hold on your hair not letting you pull away. Then, he lines himself up, pushing slowly into you.

"Fuckkkk, is this okay?" Kendall asks, swallowing thickly at the sight of your pussy stretching to accommodate him.

You moan something around Stewy's dick in affirmation that's barely intelligible and Kendall can't help the soft laugh that falls from his lips. Though it quickly turns into a raspy groan when Stewy ruts into your mouth, sending you towards him, your hips almost flush with his, the head of his cock pressing almost painfully into your cervix. You spasm around him and he hisses, you're full, so fucking full.

You brace one of your hands on Stewy's thigh, the other one at the base of his cock, and relax your throat as he starts to fuck your mouth deeper, hitting the back of your throat each time. He realises Kendall's watching his cock push in and out of you with a dazed expression, like he's still in awe of the situation. Stewy's smirk returns in full force, "How is it?"

"Fuck! So fucking tight," is all he manages to bite out, now using his grip on your hips to thrust into you at a steady pace. You feel a familiar heat pooling in your stomach, and grind harder into him, desperately.

"You like this?" Stewy pats your cheek lightly to get your attention and your eyes jerk up to meet his, tears falling now, "Sucking my dick while you're fucking my best friend?"

Fuck. His words are hot, teasing, and enough to push you over the edge, clenching around Kendall in a way that has his own hips stuttering, his fingers digging into your skin harshly.

Stewy lets out a low groan, body tensing, "Gonna come all over this pretty little face." 

He pulls his cock from your lips, hand closing around it in place of your mouth. His hips jerk up and creamy ropes shoot from his cock, hot against your skin. The noise you make in response coupled with how your pussy is gripping Kendall like a fucking vice is enough to shatter the last of his self control and he pins you mercilessly to his hips as he comes.

When he finally removes himself, you all but collapse into Stewy's waiting arms, chest heaving. Your lover looks down at you, a soft smile on his lips when you open your eyes and look at him.

"You good?" he asks quietly, and you respond with a barely audible 'yeah'. 

You smile up at him, eyes hooded and hair a mess, voice clearer this time when you conclude, "That was fun."

Stewie chuckles, winking at Kendall who's politely handing you bottled water, "Agreed, we'll have to do it again sometime."

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A/N: This took forever to write but I'm quite happy with the way it turned out, and I hope you are too. Again, any feedback is much appreciated. I've also tagged anybody who asked for a part 2 on this, hope that's okayyy

Taglist:

@mystical-apollo, @foreverasleep717, @maraschinodreamo, @justlikehoneyxo, @jinxedthejinx, @jolie989

[fruitbasketball]

wnba recap 8/15

y’all can go ahead and put on tupac back for this one bc WE BAAAAAAAACKKKK BABY

lemme not waste anybody’s time let’s jump right in ‼️

minnesota lynx vs. washington mystics

we’re gonna start off real cutesy real demure w this one bc the other games tonight were… something…

YO SLIM’S BACK??? OH HEYYYYY KIRA OKAY YEAH MYSTICS UP

except not because they lost but we’re getting there! still spectacularly ass fgp and 3pfg WOW!! paige bueckers, YOU are a washington mystic 🤩🤩🤩

a warm welcome back to miss alanna smith and miss napheesa collier from the 2024 paris olympics 🥰 (guys i’m trying to use more emojis are we fw it??) anyway great production from the lynx starting five except miss bridget carleton. girl… let’s get more than 4 if we’re gonna be on the floor for a full 29… goddd bless

phoenix mercury vs. chicago sky

it’s always some shit with that chennedy carter huh?? LORD 💀💀💀 lemme not speak on it too much but sometimes we don’t need to be yapping on the internet!! sometimes we js needa hoop!! and that’s okay 😭😭😭

double double miss angel reese thank you! also side note: those 2k scores… y’all just lazy!! come on caitlin clark and angel reese cannot BOTH be a 90. THREE rookies cannot be tied at an 80 y’all need to start being fr oh my LORD!! i am TIRED!!! put in the work when you speak on women’s sports or don’t speak on them at ALL!!!

ANYWAY

4-19 from 3… 🤨🤨🤨 aight bro if you say so

fuckin crazy work from 3 tonight man EVERYBODY get back in the gym maybe tupac not back 😭

NVM KAH 30 PIECEEEE 🗣️🗣️🗣️ THAT’S 29 FROM KAHLEAH COPPER ICE PHILLY THANKKKKK YOU

real talk the mercury absolutely dominated on efficiency here; both fgp and 3pfg above 50%, taking smart shots, moving the ball assisting on 26 of 33 shots - merc look good y’all i can’t lie 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

welcome back to our olympians of course: dee, bg, kah - we missed youuu 🤭

new york liberty vs los angeles sparks

y’all need to be so for real.

just say you want another blonde bitch in LA. JUST SAY YOU WANT ANOTHER FUCKIN BLONDE BITCH IN LA

you got blown out. by 35 POINTS???

THIS is cali hoops now???? mannnn someone call lisa tell her what they’re doing to her team over in socal 😃 bc what the fuck

also when tf did crystal sign to the sparks bro what… always some shit going on w this team bruh stfg

point here is the liberty dominated in every possible aspect of the game - they shot smarter, shot better, rebounded more off the defensive glass, protected the ball, forced more turnovers, pushed the pace, destroyed in the paint, didn’t let the sparks pick up a lead even ONCE

complete game from the liberty tonight - this was a playoff performance

stewie heard some mfker talking crazy on her name ig

i mean this is just complete domination like… i’d be embarrassed

anyway more to come 🙏🏽 thank y’all for tuning in imma call it a night

[marcelwrites]

Love Her To Death (Pt. 2)

The fragrant night air offered thin comfort. Just enough to stave off complete and utter madness. The cabin was a little larger than I remembered it being although the true dimensions were obscured by the darkness. Trying to recollect my evening was like trying to think clearly after half a dozen shots of bourbon and chasing it with six pack. The details just weren't making any fucking sense to me. Reality has this crazy way of pressing down on you, regardless of your state of mind, and the image of Zee's brain matter brought me to my knees. I threw up what felt like half a litre of pale, viscous mucus, and it was agonising, like my body decided to reject the lining of my stomach and force it up and out of my throat. While on my knees recovering from this violent expulsion I noticed an eerie like of noise. No crickets or insects, no flapping of bat wings or night birds, nothing save for the occasional flutter of tepid breeze. Pulling myself up I turned back towards the cabin and began to feel my way around. Snakes and spiders were the least of my concern. Was I in Queensland? New South Wales? Where the fuck was I? Zee and I were driving, I would've sworn we pulled off somewhere to snacks, but it was blurry. A complete haze of night driving and or bodies contorting together, cocks and cunts, the two of us pressed into one another like victims of a volcanic blast and the subsequent pyroclastic flow. The moonlight glimmered off another window, this one caked in the detritus of age, but there was something about it. The glass wasn't opaque but I struggled to make out anything beyond the window pane... it was just void. Void of anything bar old dust and cobwebs. This was starting to unravel and untangle like a cruel joke, like I was on the set of some ridiculous Japanese gameshow, or one of those Saw movies. I decided that the best course of action would be to just keep moving. Fuck the questions. I had to call for help. If I end up in a padded cell, or a jail cell, at least I wouldn't be here, out bush, stuck in a cabin with a my dead fucking girlfriend and that vile fucking hole in her skull. That hole with the bloody jags of bone and the grey, stewy mush. The image of the viscera and her pale skin tattooed in my mind permanently. I'd need laser removal after this was through. This wretched fucking hell.

[ambiguousdisorderken]

but family dinner with logan luring kendall into a false sense of security to get him to admit what's really going on in his life because why is his son so... gleeful yet anxious but also cocky, buoyant?? – why's he not the morose 20something fuckup logan was expecting to see? so yes , logan plays the understanding loving father part, says he can't keep up sometimes, that times are changing, says ken will be great for waystar when he's ready , says he loves his kids no matter what, says he wants in on their lives again, says it all like he means it. and kendall falls for it - he's on an optimistic, king of the world mood. few days ago, stewy's mom met them for lunch. she didn't know Know, but why her barely concealed shovel talk then, or the goodbye kiss on his cheek that felt like a blessing, or stewy telling him that night, in a sleepy heap of limbs, she'd always liked him anyway? they're both filthy rich so it's not like fucking society will shun them or whatever right? reg rules do not apply, etc.

so , he comes clean. at the dinner table. not saying the actual words but putting it out there, like ' dad you remember stewy right, from buckley? i - so we're kinda sharing a place right now , as in roommates. 'cos the dorms were obviously shit. but , well. um he's good, to me. like, he's my third oldest friend, you know? i mean - we're , like you said things, times change, i guess. but it's alright. so, yeah' and logan goes 'uh huh'. for visuals, add just clinking of forks, side-eyes, sips and coughs, rome's suffocated giggles, shiv telling him to shut up, and ken panicking. the thing is, at this point, kenstewy is A Thing, tender and wild. young and beautiful and in love and far from home, unseen, safe. something something , the world doesn't Need to know but We do. and it's cutesy dumb boyfriends shit , alright? an earnest wine and dine, love and fuck, you and me against the world babe mutual deal. but for reasons we all know, logan most definitely lets kendall know that – no he won't have it, and kendall can forget about waystar and his family, his whole future, should he decide to keep playing house with a fag . no son of his will besmirch their family name

/// so, despite theirs being the happiest , realest relationship either of them has ever had, kendall does like logan said. he doesn't go back to his and stewy's place. they never break up , but they do, gradually. they pretend They didn't happen, and they stop talking. at first, stewy throws parties and fucks other people in what used to be their bed. eventually, he too moves out, and hopes he's not stupid enough to get anywhere near kendall roy ever again. um, yeah good luck with that king

[ratquesadilla]

waste my time (chapter 2)

pairing: stewy hosseini x oc

word count: 1075

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43040553/chapters/116164429

a one night stand with endless consequences.

chapter 1 - series masterlist - full masterlist

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“what the fucking fuck are you doing here.” i whisper shouted, hitting stewy in the arm with my phone. it was bad enough that i’d slept with kendalls roommate but having to sit through breakfast with him less than 12 hours after? it was like i was being tortured or something. 

“i’m having brunch with my roommate.” he said very matter of fact-ly, “what the fuck are you doing here?”

“i’m having brunch with my brother!” i exclaimed, adding an emphasis on the ‘brother’ part. 

“so i slept with kendalls baby sister huh.” he scoffed, muttering almost like he was thinking out loud.

“how are you so casual about this?” i questioned, opening my mouth to continue rambling before i was cut off by his face colliding with mine. his hands snaking down to my lower back and pulling me closer. “why would you do that you sex addict?” i said as i felt a blush creeping up my neck, pulling away but not removing his hands from my body.

“had a feeling if i didn’t shut you up you were gonna go on forever.”

“oh my god you’re such a dick.” i exclaimed before running back towards our table at the front of the restaurant. 

stewy was messy, he was willing to kiss me in an environment where my brother could catch us at any time. while i was careful, meticulously planning my every move, he was spontaneous. no doubt because of the lack of responsibility he’d harbored since his teens, that was less of an assumption and more of a fact i’d become eerily familiar with after watching roman grow up. 

kendall was on his phone mindlessly scrolling through waystar news, a painful habit he’d picked up after our father accosted him for not being up to date on the worlds comings and goings, only glancing up for a second to acknowledge my presence.

“did you run into stewy or something?” he asked, a hint of genuine curiosity hidden underneath his mentally checked out demeanor. “he went to the bathroom like 2 minutes after you and you were in there for a while.”

“i’m on my period thank you very much.” i said, taking a large gulp of my water in an attempt to bring down the redness in my face. 

“wow tmi man, i don’t need to know about what goes on in your vagina.”

“trying to figure out if were synced, you’re radiating major bitch energy right now.”

“whatever” he muttered, pushing a cup of coffee towards me. “i already ordered your usual don’t worry about it.”

under kendall’s general grumpiness lay a caring man. to the untrained eye it was virtually impossible to spot but under layers and layers of self hatred, general negativity, and entitlement kendall roy was a loving man. while his love was usually expressed through gifts, and small things like remembering a breakfast order, his love was genuine and infectious. 

all of my siblings had one thing in common, our father. some of us raised differently than others but we were still connected through logan fucking roy. to be fair, all of us were barely raised by him; connor spent his formative years with his mother and the rest of us spent our time with ours until the divorce. in america our father was barely present, choosing to hand us off to au pairs instead of raising us himself. 

“so,” my brothers roommate said, returning to the table and pulling me from my thoughts. “gonna introduce me to this stranger ken?”

“youre impatient this morning.” kendall scoffed, finally prying his attention away from his phone. “this is my baby sister, adynn.”

“addy is fine, no one actually calls me adynn.” i said, reaching over the table to shake his hand. “and i’m only his baby sister because he was born 20 minutes before me.”

“stewy.” he replied as he took my hand in his, letting his fingertips brush against my wrist. almost as if he was trying to feel my pulse spiking. “it’s very nice to meet you, i’ve heard only good things.”

——

my apartment was my safe haven, my bubble seperating me from the outside world, and for the second time today that sense of safety was shattered by stewy fucking hosseini. 

it began with a follow request, on the instagram account i had tried very hard to make extremely difficult to fine, and when i reluctantly accepted a text followed. not a “hey” or a “i had fun at brunch”, but a very short and douchy “u up?”.

“ur so gross” i texted back, hoping he would get the emphasis on ‘gross’ through the screen. a notification alerting me of another message flashed on my screen, right before i heard a light knock coming from the front door. i ran to open it and was unpleasantly greeted by the towering billionaire leaning against the doorframe. “how long have you been outside my apartment?” i asked, walking away from the entrance and slinking into the kitchen. silently inviting him into my home. 

“since i sent that follow request babe” he said as he slowly inched inside, removing his shoes and shedding his jacket as soon as he noticed the slippers on my feet. 

“was this entire plan riding on the chance that i would accept it?” i giggled as i placed a kettle on the stove. “tea?”

“more of a coffee guy myself” he replied, “but since you’re offering i’ll take some.”

“so.” i said, placing tea bags into mugs and pouring water into them. “what brings you here, finance guys rarely come over to this side of campus. something about it being too sunny for all you cold blooded creatures over here?” i slid onto the couch next to him, almost mimicking the positions we met in the night before, and pulled my legs to my chest. 

“ouch, thats a low blow.” he clutched his chest, as if he’d just been stabbed through the heart. “i had a very strong urge to come see you, if you must know.” he slid closer to me, leaving his mug untouched on the table. snaking his arms around my waist and pulling me onto his lap. “has anyone ever told you you have beautiful eyes.” he said as he began inching his arms under my sweater.

“you aren’t too bad yourself hosseini,” i said, pulling my face to his before the almost-compliment could get to his head.

[moshuka]

you and stewie have been talking but not official at uconn and your first time hooking up is right after she wins her first national championship

winner- b. stewart

paige version here

!! - smut with little plot, english isn’t my first language but i put those duolingo lessons to USE, 2.7k of smut

!! - dom!stewie because im ovulating, quite a bit of foreplay, descriptive, i used the word “core” too much, fingering and head (you receiving)

Stewie just finished playing in her first National Championship. They won, of course. Everyone is getting ready to head out, so Stewie walks out of the locker room when she spots the cheerleaders packing up their megaphones, pompoms etc.

She spots a certain cheerleader having some trouble caring her megaphone with all her other items. She walks over to you. “Need any help?” She asks softly with a smile.

“Stewie!” You exclaim, bringing her into a hug. “You won! You played so good!”

She chuckles, wrapping her arms around your waist. “Thanks, baby. You cheered me on well.”

You let her drive you back to the hotel. The entire drive, her hand found place on your upper thigh, rubbing the skin beneath your cheer skirt softly.

As you guys arrived back, you both went straight to your hotel room. As soon as the door was closed, Stewie had you pinned against the wall. Her body was pressed against yours.

“You did so good out there today,” she mumbled against your neck, pressing kisses to the skin.

“You did better, Miss National Championship winner.” You grin, tilting your head back.

She hummed against your skin before she began leaving hickeys down your neck. “And here I was gonna take you out for a nice dinner,” she whispered as her lips latched on to the crook of your neck, sucking on your skin.

“Stewie…” You muttered, bringing you arm up to grasp at the back of her jersey.

She groaned against your skin before she grabbed you thighs, picking you up. Her lips moved to your jawline, placing kisses on your skin. “But first, I wanna make a mess of you,” she muttered against your jawline.

She carried you towards the bed, laying you down gently on the mattress before crawling over you. Her eyes trailed up and down your body.

“You look so good in your cheer uniform, baby,” she said, bringing a hand up to caress your cheek. A smirk tugged on her lips as she moved on hand down your body until she reached the skirt of your uniform.

“But you’d look so much better with it off,” she joked, tugging at the fabric of the skirt.

You blushed heavily before smacking her shoulder. “Shut up,” you muttered, bringing your hands up to cover your face.

She chuckled before taking your wrists, pinning them above your head. “Why should I? You’re so cute when you’re all flustered,” she said, her eyes studying you again.

Her gaze was intense, making you squirm under it. Her smirk grew, enjoying seeing you struggle under her. “Already getting so flustered and all I’ve done is pin your wrists and look at you,” she teased before shifting her body, pinning your legs with leg in between yours to prevent you from moving.

“Wait.” You say. “Wait, is this— are you going to ignore this? Tomorrow, are you going to act like this,” you gesture to the both of you, “never happened?”

Her smirk drops, being replaced with a soft frown. “Of course not, baby.” She said, her voice soft and gentle. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I don’t wanna pretend this didn’t happen.”

She let go of your wrists, reaching up and gently brushing your hair behind your ear. “What made you think that?”

“We’re not together,” you breathe, “I don’t want this to fuck us up.”

“It won’t.” She reassured. “This isn’t going to fuck us up.”

She gently cupped your face in her hands. “Baby, I promise you that this is not going to mess us up. If anything, this helps us.”

She softly chuckled a moment before continuing, “Because I want us to be a thing, I don’t want to hide this from anybody. I want everyone to know that you’re mine. And I’m yours.”

You nod. “Okay. Okay, make me feel good.”

She chuckled, her smirk returning to her face again. “I can definitely do that.” She mumbled before moving her hands away from your face. She started to pull your cheer shirt up, lifting it above your torso before tossing the garment away.

“You’re beautiful,” she muttered as her eyes roamed your body again, studying every inch. “I’m a bit overdressed.”

She pulled her jersey off, tossing it to the side. You run your hands down her body, grasping at her abs.

She shuddered under your touch, her skin prickling at the feeling. You both knew one another well, but not at this extent.

She softly bit her lip as your hands continued to roam her body, touching every available spot. “Feels good,” she muttered, shuddering again as you let your hands glide down her side and back up her stomach.

“Yeah?” You reply, grinning. Your hands traced her abs, gently running your nails over her skin.

She shuddered yet again as her eyes shut, enjoying the sensation. “Don’t get cocky,” she mumbled out, struggling to stay composed.

She tugs at your cheer skirt. “Off.”

“You saying I can’t be cocky when I’m the one making the star basketball player shudder with little touches?” You joked before lifting your legs up, letting her slide your legs out of the skirt.

She groaned before crawling over you once again. She planted her knees on either side of your hips, effectively pinning you beneath her.

“I suppose so,” she mumbled before bringing her attention back to your body. Her lips attacked your neck, kissing and biting at the skin all over. Her teeth nipped at your collarbone, grazing across the sensitive skin.

Her hands gently grasped your hips, her fingers digging into your skin.

You let your eyes flutter close, enjoying the feeling of her lips all over your skin. You knew your neck would be covered in hickeys come tomorrow morning, but you didn’t care.

You reached your hands up, tangling your fingers in her hair, lightly tugging at the roots. “Touch me.”

She groaned against your neck before she began moving down your body. Her lips left a trail of kisses down your chest before stopping just below your stomach. She lifted her head slightly, locking her gaze with yours.

“Where do you want me to touch you?” She asked, her tone cheeky.

“Fuck, you know where.”

Her smirk widened, enjoying the way she could get you flustered. She moved herself onto her stomach, situating herself between your legs.

Her eyes flicked from yours down to your thigh, and an idea popped in her head. She gently bit the skin of your inner thigh, earning a gasp from you as well as your hands grasping her hair again.

She chuckled against your skin before continuing to bite and suck on the sensitive skin. She would leave a mark before moving over to another part of your thigh, determined to mark up your skin.

She continued to bite and suck on the skin until she was satisfied with how many marks were visible on your thigh.

She lifted her head slightly, looking over the marks left on your thigh. You were sure there’d be a constellation of hickeys by morning.

“Look how pretty you are,” she said, gently running her fingers over the marks. “All marked up.”

You try to close your legs. There’s a small (large) wet patch on your panties.

She chuckled and stopped you from closing your legs with her thigh. “Not so fast, baby,” she said, her smirk returning.

She slowly ran her fingers up your inner thigh, stopping right before she reached your core. Her thumb hooked on the waistband of your underwear. “All marked up just for me.”

You let out a whine as her thumb hooked around the waistband of your underwear. She was so close to where you wanted her, but she continued to tease.

“Please,” you breathed out, “please touch me. Stop teasing me.”

“Only because that pleading tone sounds so good,” she mumbled as your please earned a reaction out of her.

She gently pushed your thighs further apart before beginning to press gentle kisses to your inner thighs. Her lips left a trail of kisses until she was right by your cunt.

“So needy for me,” she said, her breath fanning over your clothed pussy.

You let out a soft moan at her words, pushing your hips up slightly. “Only for you,” you mumbled, trying to get any kind of friction you could.

She chuckled teasingly before running her thumb over your damp underwear. You shudder under her touch, wanting more than what her hands were giving you.

“Already wet for me,” she mumbled as she continued to slowly run her thumb back and forth over your clothed clit. She liked watching you squirm, enjoying how you tried to get her to give you more than her touch.

Her hand began to pull your underwear down your legs, but she stopped for a moment. “Lift your hips for me,” she said.

You followed her instructions, lifting your hips up as she began pulling your underwear down your body. She discarded the garment somewhere in the room before her eyes trailed back up to your body.

Her eyes raked over your body, taking in the sight of your naked torso for the first time. “So beautiful,” she mumbled, running her hands up your thighs.

She gently spread your legs, taking in the sight of your body. Her eyes flicked up to your face, seeing how flustered you were.

“Relax,” she mumbled, rubbing gentle circles on your thighs. “I’ll take care of you.”

Before you could respond, she leaned forward and gently blew on your pussy.

You let out a squeak at the action, your hands grasping at the sheets beneath you. She smirked against your skin, enjoying seeing you so worked up for her.

“Already so sensitive and I’ve barely touched you,” she murmured, dragging her lips over your folds.

“Please…” You breathed out, your breathing getting heavier already. Her lips and breath against you was enough to drive you crazy, and she hadn’t even begun yet.

She hummed against your skin, continuing to lightly brush her lips over your core, leaving teasing kisses.

She chuckled before finally swiping her tongue through your folds, leaving a trail of wetness from the action. You let out a gasp again, and she hummed against you again, causing a vibration.

“So sensitive,” she mumbled, her hot breath fanning over your skin again.

Her tongue began to slowly move over your core, licking at your sensitive skin. Her lips latched on to your clit, sucking on it gently.

You moan and tangle your fingers in her hair, tugging on her roots. “Stewie, I—“

She groaned against your skin at the feel of you tugging her hair, not expecting the action. She sucked on your clit for a moment longer before pulling her mouth away.

“Use your words, baby,” she murmured, gently biting your inner thigh before looking up at you. “You look so pretty when you’re all flustered and needy.”

“Fuck, keep touching me.” You moan out.

She chuckled at your moan. “Needy, are we?”

She began to run her tongue along your folds again, slowly circling your clit. You moan again as you grip at her hair, pushing her head closer to your cunt.

“Stewie, ple—“ You moaned out as she began nipping and sucking on your clit again, lapping her tongue over your sensitive bud. The feeling of her tongue against you made your eyes flutter closed in ecstasy.

She groaned against you, enjoying the way you were tugging her hair once more. Her hands gripped your thighs, digging into the skin.

She continued to work her tongue over your clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure. Her hands grabbed at your thighs, squeezing the skin. She knew tomorrow morning there’d be red handprints all over the skin.

You began to squirm beneath her, her tongue bringing you closer to release. “Stewie, need your fingers.”

She smirked against your skin before gently biting your inner thigh. “Bossy,” she muttered before gently flicking her tongue over your clit, eliciting a moan from you.

You let out another moan before tugging on her hair again. “Please.” You breathed out, wanting more from her. “please, fingers.”

Her smirk widened at your pleas, loving how desperate you were for her touch. She removed one hand from your thigh, bringing it closer to your pussy.

Her fingers gently teased around your entrance, not giving you the want you wanted. “Needy,” she murmured against you, “so desperate for my touch.”

She circled her fingers around your entrance, still not inserting them. She pressed light kisses to your inner thighs, wanting to hear you whimper again.

“Stop teasing,” you whine, trying to push your hips down against her fingers, wanting anything. “Need your fingers. Make me feel good.”

Her hands grabbed your hips, holding you in place so you couldn’t move them.

Her smirk widened again before she finally pushed a finger inside of your cunt. You gasped at the feeling, the feeling of her finger finally inside of you.

“You’re so tight,” she mumbled against your skin, watching your face while she slowly pushed her finger in and out of you.

Her tongue began to slowly run over your sensitive skin again, working together with her finger to bring you to orgasm.

You gasped again at the combination of her tongue and fingers, a moan getting caught in your throat. Your hands fisted the sheets as your body grew hot. “Close,” you breathe out as her finger curled inside of you.

She looked up briefly to see your face, your eyes shut, your lips parted, your hair splayed out on the pillows. She thought you looked absolutely beautiful like this.

She continued to curl her finger inside of you, hitting the spot that made you see white. Her tongue began to swirl over your clit, adding even more stimulation.

“Baby, gonna—“ you gasp out, your thighs beginning to tremble. “Gonna cum, baby, please don’t stop.”

Her smirk widened, and she added a second finger, thrusting into you relentlessly.

Her fingers and tongue worked in sync, pulling you closer and closer to the edge. She could tell you were close from the way you began to moan her name.

She kept working her fingers and tongue, determined to watch you cum. Her fingers continued to curl inside of you, each move bringing you closer and closer.

Your breathing began to get heavier, your body getting hot. You were close, so close. You felt your release beginning to build, her fingers and tongue bringing you to your climax.

“Stewie, baby, gonna—“ you gasp out, unable to finish your sentence before you felt yourself let go.

Your body convulsed, a moan getting caught in your throat. Your thighs trembled as your body rode out its high, your legs shaking around her head.

She groaned against your skin, feeling your thighs tighten around her head as your body convulsed beneath hers. Her fingers and tongue continued to work you through your climax, wanting to milk all she could.

She looked up at you to watch your face, watching you lose yourself completely. You were beautiful. You were gorgeous.

Eventually, she removed her fingers and tongue when you began to come down, leaving gentle kisses on your skin.

Your body felt exhausted, breathing heavily, as you attempted to come back down from your high. Your eyes slowly fluttered open, meeting her gaze.

She smirked a bit and gently moved so that she was lying next to you, pulling you against her. “Feel good?” She asked, her tone somewhat cocky.

You groaned softly and buried your face into her neck. “Shut up,” you mumbled, still out of breath.

Her smirk turned into a grin as she held you against her. “I’m assuming that means I did good,” she joked, gently rubbing her hand over your back.

“You’re so annoying,” you mumbled against her skin, trying to sound annoyed but your tone betrayed you when your lips curled into a small smile. “You know what you did.”

She chuckled, continuing to rub her hand over your back. “You know you loved it,” she replied, her cocky tone returning.

“Yeah, yeah,” you mumbled, finally lifting your head up to look at her. “You’re the best. Are you happy now?”

She smirked again and grabbed your chin in her hand, holding your face in front of hers. “Now that you’re mine?” she said before placing a soft kiss on your lips. “Extremely.”

[wnbawag]

She Calls Me Daddy Part 2

Pairing: Breanna Stewart x reader

Summary: Listen to 'she calls me daddy' by KiNG MALA if you want to hear the song that inspired this fic :)

Word Count: 1.5k

My Masterlist

“Stewie please,”

Breanna’s hand wrapped around your throat, pulling you up with a force that almost knocked your breath away.

Her strap was buried deep inside you, her hips thrusting like her life depended on it. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head when her mouth met your neck, biting and licking up and down, over and over again.

You had fantasized about her, every single day since she left.

Yet, your fantasies didn’t hold a candle to the hurricane that was Breanna Stewart.

Her fucking hands were running over your body like they owned her.

And in some fucked up way, they always had.

You had sworn you would date after she left.

You gave her years in Seattle.

She wasn’t interested in being official, and fuck you loved her too much to ask.

So, you gave her everything for years, and you didn’t ask for anything in return. You always swore it was enough to be her best friend on the court and her lover in secret.

Not that it didn’t kill you every time.

After Breanna left Seattle, left you, you swore you would date. You would be someone’s everything, someone’s public, open, proud girlfriend.

But every time you tried to move on, all you could think of her.

And that wouldn’t be fair to anyone.

So, you stayed single.

And now, wrapped in Breanna’s arms while she fucked you mercilessly from behind, the wait was worth it.

--

Your back arched as you chanted Breanna’s name, hands twisting into those dark curls.

Her mouth was on your pussy, sucking at your clit and running that damn tongue of hers up and down your folds.

Her long arms were wrapped under your thighs and hands splayed on your ass, holding you in place as if her life depended on it.

You were perched on her counter, her on her knees on the floor between your legs.

Lord she was a vision.

“Bre, Bre please I can’t give you another,”

“I had to wait for months for this, you’ll give me another,” Breanna shot back, not letting up for a second.

“Breee,” You moaned out, gasping as her tongue got you just right and sent you over the edge for the third time that night.

And you knew she wasn’t done.

--

Breanna pressing you into the wall, the two of you were chest to chest, with her strap ramming into you while one hand played with your clit and the other held you by your throat.

Tears were streaming down your face, knees weak as Breanna was the only thing keeping you upright.

“Bre please,

“You’re not done, you gotta give me one more,”

“Bre I can’t,”

“You can, and you will,”

So, you did, with a quick inhale you squeezed her strap as you came all over it.

You head hit the wall, repeating her name like a prayer as she marked her claim on your chest, over and over again.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You, it’s always been you,”

“Good girl,”

--

You don’t know when you passed out, not sure what quite happened last, but you opened your eyes, and you were laying in her bed.

Her bed.

Everything smelled like her, and you couldn’t remember a time you felt that happy.

Then she walked back into the room, and suddenly you were happier than ever before.

“Hey baby,” She smiled down at you.

“You back with me?” You groaned and covered your face with your hands, hearing her chuckle above you.

“I’m gonna clean you up, pretty girl. You did good for me, you know that? You always do so good for me,” You felt your entire body heat up at her words. Damnit you would fuck her again right now if you could feel your legs.

But there she was, cleaning you up so gently, like you were the most precious thing in the world.

How in the hell did she leave you?

“Bre,” You started, not sure if you were ready to ask her.

She glanced at you, seeing your expression.

She knew what you were going to ask.

She let out a sigh, running a hand through her messy curls.

“I know you got questions; I need to explain some stuff. But we’re not having this conversation naked.” She smirked at you at the last words, reaching a hand behind your head and using it to pull you into a sitting position.

Her other hand ran down your chest, making your breath hitch as she reached your tits.

She knew your body better than you did, knowing your head would spin as she rolled your nipple between her fingers, her hand covering your chest in full.

You were breathing heavy, looking up at her with a doe-eyed stare that you knew she loved.

Her hand ran back up, fingers holding your chin to force you to hold her stare.

“I love you; I’ve always loved you,” She murmured, coming down to finish her statement with a soft kiss.

“I’ve always loved you, Bre,” You answered.

She gave a humorless chuckle.

“I know baby,”

--

She held you close, still supporting you as your legs hadn’t regained function, and tugged her old UConn basketball t-shirt over your head. She didn’t offer you pants, and you didn’t ask.

You know she didn’t want you to wear any.

She liked the easy access, and you liked her having it.

One arm wrapped around your waist, she cupped your jaw with the other, kissing you slowly, sweetly.

You knew the hand wouldn’t stay at your jaw, so you weren’t surprised when it disappeared and reappeared at the bottom hem of her Uconn shirt.

You giggled into her lips as it snuck up, splaying across your abdomen. Her fingers dug into your side, holding you in place, arm around your waist held you tight as she devoured you once again.

She broke away, leaning her forehead against yours, looking at your fucked-out, but blissful face.

“I want to eat you alive, baby. But we gotta talk first,” She mumbled, hands still gripping you tight.

--

Breanna couldn’t be apart from you, not after missing you for months.

You felt the same, of course.

It was unsurprising when the two of you’s choice of position to talk was Breanna laying in her bed with you straddling her hips.

One arm was folded behind her head, the other hand holding your hip.

Both your hands splayed on the abs that you missed so much.

Breanna swallowed, hard.

“I didn’t treat you right in Seattle. I knew it then and I know it now. And it has killed me every day. I should have talked to you before, I didn’t realize it would be announced so soon and I was stupid to put it off, but I knew it would be a hard conversation,”

Your fingers were digging into her abs, it was slightly painful, but Breanna figured she could deal.

“I knew you were pissed. I was frustrated you wouldn’t answer me, but I understood. I shouldn’t’ve left when I came by your place, I should have stayed until you opened that door, no matter how long it too,”

“It wouldn’t have changed anything Bre, you would’ve still left,”

…

“It would have changed things baby, because then I could have told you in person that-” She moved her hand from your hip to your jaw, making sure your eyes were on her.

“There was going to be an offer waiting for you, too.” Your breath caught in your throat, not sure how to react.

“My condition was that if I came to the Liberty, they had to find a mother fucking spot for you. And trust me, it didn’t take much convincing. They’ve wanted you for a while now. They reached out to the Storm with a trade offer this morning and well, the Storm accepted.” Your mouth was agape, staring at Breanna in awe.

“You’re stuck with me, whether you like to or not,” Breanna smiled up at you.

“And this time I’m doing it right. So, y/n, will you be my girlfriend?”

Whether the tears streaming down your face were residual from the five orgasms you had that night or from happiness about being with Breanna again, you would never know.

What you did know? Your next basketball game would be with Breanna, repping a team that actually wanted you.

Grinning like an idiot, you leaned down to kiss Breanna, holding her face in both hands.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” You breathed out.

“Once or twice,” She shot smugly back.

You pretended to not notice the hand that had magically appeared on your ass.

[thechanelmuse]

🗣 NY Liberty are the MF Champs!!! 💍🏆

The kid in me who waited for this moment in 1997 when she was 9. This feeling is surreal, indescribable. But now I know what it feels like. Elated beyond words. NY is a basketball city. The mecca of streetball. We take this shit serious. But always seem to fall short or far from reach of winning the big chip. In the midst of that, we never give up on our teams. Y'all know our phrase: "It's iight! Knicks got it next year!" Same with the Liberty.

I watched this team tip-off for the first ever WNBA game against the Sparks 8 days after Jordan and the Bulls took home more rings. The year prior was the '96 Olympics win for USA women and their episode on Martin. This was must-watch tv. Eyes fucking glued to the screen. I just knew my short ass would play in this league one day lol. For Spoon, Lobo, Kym, Sophia, VJ, Trena, Kisha, Sue, Blades, Crys, and Cass to set the foundation here.

The Liberty garnered fans from the 5 boroughs. Played with heart. The Garden went from being packed to damn near empty during those rough seasons years later. I vividly remember being at the first (and last 🙃) outdoor WNBA game at Arthur Ashe. I was fucking hot from the heat and that score. (At least win that one.) A decade later, the new front office direction and big move to Barclays came. For Joe Tsai, Sandy, these players, Ellie 😏, and entire organization to make the adjustments needed in their respective areas to seal this victory for this state. Baybee. This shit is a Cinderella dream come true.

The definition of a team sport. Passion, trust, grit, mental agility, and teamwork. Fatigue got them best of the Liberty (mostly) and the Lynx. Stewie and Sabrina led them as far as they could. Running on fumes. Benijah owned game 2. That knee is blessed. Fiebich is a defense machine always looking to pick your pocket and make the best scoring decision. (To be drafted by the Sparks then traded to Chicago but neither team contacted her so NY made the home call. Come to BK, love.)

Sabally and KT are energy boosters and magnets making great decisions defensively and offensively who can change the trajectory of a game with their aura. (Sabally like Betnijah dealt with injuries this year.) Jonquel changes the trajectory of a game with her presence, when she locks in on keeping the ball high, and them sexy 3s 😮‍💨. Sloot had a solid season in the beginning before her mom passed. Her return on the night of the Commissioner's Cup still makes me sad because I know the team really wanted to win that game for her.

Lynx took the cup, but the Liberty 🗽 took them MF rings. It's funny cuz I'm a Lynx fan (they played their heart out) and love a lot of players from other teams, just not when they're playing the Liberty. Same with the Aces. Love 'em. But home team love first, baby. Some of our former players showed up tonight for this championship ☺️. I ain't even gon hold you. I wanted to see Becky there 🙃. Just a pop up lol. I'll forever love this game and this league.

[welove-thedirection]

Uuuuuhhh couple things on my mind right now after “Rehearsal” —

- that was only episode 2 and I need a MONTH before the next JESUS CHRIST, Jesse. Let’s take a time out. That was a lot for me.

- GERRI 🫢🥰🥹😳

- yo what is Gerri’s move gonna be this season huh? Logan’s obsession with having eyes on her and the convo she and Rome had last season, “I’m an incredibly dangerous enemy to have.” What. Is she going to do.

- con texts with emojis like how fucking adorable is that

speaking of adorable—

- ROMAN. God, Kieran can you spare us just once??? His pain. His trauma. His tragic love for his family. We literally heard him say “I love him.” about Conner we literally heard him say that come out of his mouth without a joke before or after it.

- Roman was going to sing karaoke with his siblings for Conner before they found out Logan was coming. He was going to sing. And shiv might’ve played with the tambourine. When will they ever be FREE I can’t BREATHE anymore

- Ken and shiv keep giving me my life in these eps. Yes they’re blinded by rage but honestly good for them.

- oh my god stewy is deeply in love with Kendall and it hurts me

- Ken doesn’t sleep at night and I need to lay down

- rome defends his abuse and, yup, I’m on the ground

- Tom winked at Greg

- we actually fucking saw him wink

- shiv fell in love with Tom and it’s actually killing her that she didn’t see him for what he was and I want to kill him.

- I want to tear Tom Wamsgans apart with my bare hands.

- shiv is her mother. Married to a shark, just without the kids, thank GOD

- is Logan going to use Rome to kill Gerri?????????????!!!!!????

- I’m going to pass out

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

HAPPY 500 BABE!! stewy smut with 23 perhaps?!

Fully Clothed.

23. "Good girl." / "Perfect girl."

Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! find that post here if you're interested in sending a request!! always happy when i get a stewy request - thank you anon for sending this in and for being so sweet <3

Pairing - Stewy Hosseini x Assistant!Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - smut!! sexual content and cursing.

Word Count - 881

Masterlist. 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist.

"Come in."

You enter the office to be met with the sight of Stewy Hosseini with his head in his hands, hair messy where he's been running his fingers through it.

"You okay?" you ask tentatively.

Stewy just sighs in response.

It's no secret that he has a reputation for being one of the calmest men in the business. He never gets angry, rarely gets upset - he approaches every deal with a level head, and an almost irritating amount of confidence. You can count on one hand the number of times you've seen him genuinely stressed.

This must be bad.

"I just wanted to see if you needed anything," you press. You take a step further into the office, bringing yourself into his eyeline.

Stewy checks his watch and looks at you with wide eyes.

"You were supposed to go home two hours ago. What are you still doing here?"

Shit. You didn't think he'd notice.

"I... uh - I know that you're stressed about this deal, and... I didn't think it was fair to leave you here alone. Thought you might want a familiar face around, maybe," you say quietly.

"See, this is why I bought you that mug for Christmas," he jokes.

Your present from him had been a mug with the slogan 'World's Best Assistant' written in bright red letters. You loved it.

You laugh, and the sound releases some of the tension from his shoulders.

"Do you need anything?" you ask again, eager to do your job and make his life a little easier.

"Yeah, actually. Can you shut those blinds?"

He nods to the big windows next to the door that look out onto the floor of empty desks, everyone else having gone home.

"Of course," you reply, moving to do as he asked. Once they're shut, he moves his chair back slightly, creating space between him and the desk he was previously sat behind.

"Come here," he murmurs.

He says it quietly, so as not to startle you, but you hear it clear as day. You approach him carefully, moving to stand between his spread legs. He looks up at you with mischievous eyes.

He pats his thighs, signalling for you to sit down. When he sees you hesitate, he reaches for your hips, pulling you towards him gently.

"Sit with me, pretty girl."

You throw your inhibitions out the window, and move so you're straddling him on his big leather chair.

"Other way," he commands, but the scent and warmth of him is making you dizzy. You can't quite comprehend what he's telling you.

"Huh?"

"You fucked out already, honey? I haven't even touched you yet," he teases.

He pushes you off him, and pulls you back down so your back is against his chest. He moves your thighs so they're spread open by his. He rolls his hips upwards, and you can feel him hot and hard against your ass. It makes you whine, and he chuckles at the sound.

Stewy dances his fingers up the insides of your thighs, underneath your pencil skirt. When he gets to your underwear, he caresses the edges gently, avoiding where you need him most.

"Please," you whimper.

"Please what, sweetheart?" he goads, revelling in seeing you so pliant.

"Please touch me, Stewy."

"There you go," he murmurs. "Atta girl. That wasn't so hard, was it?"

With that, he pulls your underwear to the side and runs his fingers through your slick.

"Fuck," he groans. "This all for me, sweet girl?"

"Yes," you moan, throwing your head back to rest on his shoulder. He kisses your temple and inhales the scent of your shampoo. Yep, he's fucked.

He decides to take mercy on you, watching you writhe in his lap. He pushes two fingers into you, groaning and rolling his hips when he feels how warm you are.

You sigh in relief, canting your hips up to meet his fingers. He starts to work up a steady rhythm, curling his fingers on every upstroke. He knows when he's found the spot, because the moan you let out is pornographic. He's suddenly glad the office is empty.

"Right there?" he murmurs into your ear, breath warm on your cheek.

"Yes," you whine. "Yes, yes, please."

"You're filthy, you know that? Letting me finger fuck you in my office, both of us fully clothed."

You whimper, and Stewy speeds up his fingers, moving his thumb to circle your clit in tandem with his strokes.

"There we go," he mutters. "I can feel it, pretty girl. Give it to me. Let me have it."

Your mouth opens, but no sound comes out as you reach your high. Your back arches up and away from him, but he pulls you back with a strong arm wrapped around your front.

"Good girl," he groans. "Perfect girl. So good for me."

He lets you ride out your climax before pulling out his fingers and shoving them straight into his mouth.

You moan at the sight, and he winks cheekily.

"Come on, pretty girl," he murmurs. "Let's get you home."

You look at him questioningly, and he understands without you having to say the words.

"My home," he clarifies. "Now that I've had a taste of you, I'm never gonna get enough, honey."

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