#*stewie crying in bed gif*

[chaithetics]

hey I had an idea for a stewy fic! Maybe it’s Roy!reader who gets scared on their wedding day (bc they’re a Roy and are not used to love) and stewy comforts them beforehand? I don’t know if that makes sense haha

Roy-ful Wedding Jitters

Pairing: Stewy Hosseini x Roy Reader

Word count: 2.1K

Author's note: Ah! I'm so, so, so, so, so sorry for how long this was in my inbox. I owe you big time and I'm getting around to the older requests, I really hope you love this and it was worth the note! Not proofread so do enjoy y'all! I think this is ending the biggest gap between fics I've had so I'm sorry, love you all! Also, wear sunscreen!

Chapter/content warning: 18+ MINORS DNI, established relationship, anxiety, not the best self-esteem, Roy childhood dynamics, mild cursing.

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It was a peaceful morning, or it should’ve been, it was a peaceful-looking morning at least. Well peaceful as long as you didn’t look in a mirror and see the fear in your eyes or the growing shake in your hands. The weather was perfect, it was sunny and beautiful but it wasn’t too hot and even though you shouldn’t say it, if somebody forgot to wear sunscreen for a couple of hours, they’d get off burn-free. 

This day had been perfectly chosen, the location, venue, color scheme and of course, the weather to ensure it was the perfect location at the perfect time. Just as everything was when the Roy name was attached and you had a casual perfectionist like Stewy Hosseini as your groom. Your wedding day had been carefully curated as if it were an exhibition at the most pretentious and lauded of museums and galleries. The receipts, emails, and photos could be packaged like Sofia Coppola’s Archive and sold as another overpriced coffee table book that wouldn’t get touched beyond the hands of the wealthy at a ridiculous launch event. 

Despite the sheer perfection of this intimate Italian wedding, you were shaking slightly and there had been a ball of dread growing in your stomach the moment that woke you up. The kind of almost nausea you had that was pre-flying anxiety whenever you had a flight, the one that means you don’t eat the morning of and then feel even more nauseated later because of that. 

You rub your eyes and look at him, sleeping blissfully, completely ignorant of the shitstorm swirling inside of his bride. You’re still feeling anxious. Anxious to be this vulnerable in front of another human being, to be so vulnerable on an intimate level. Love is a weakness, a desire, and you’re declaring in front of everyone and legally that this person, this man holding you right now is your weakness. It’s terrifying. 

You get out of bed and start to pace as you think about how you’re just as cursed as everyone else in your family and all their doomed relationships that were infertile for love and how nobody in the Roy family ever got the memo of what a healthy relationship is. You start to anxiously scratch your neck as you come to the conclusion that just like everything else in your life, this day is doomed. It’s cursed in fact! You can’t help but think. 

Unsure of whether to scream, run away or cry you look around the room. You even think about climbing out of the window of the suite… Why are you thinking this when there’s a door. A goddamn door you could just climb out of! You facepalm yourself and mutter under your breath how stupid you are. These feelings are very real and it’s definitely not a trauma response or form of self-sabotage you think to yourself. 

Stewy wakes up and you hear him whisper that it’s because of your pacing as he looks at you with sleep still in his eyes and his hair handsomely but messily tousled from sleep. It’s only then that you realize that you had been pacing. 

“I need something to drink… juice… fruit juice.” You said as you paced around the room. 

“Fruit juice…?” Stewy asked curiously, he’d only just woken up and he was trying to keep track with the frantic rambling while also calming your nerves. 

“Yeah, fruit juice!” You said it almost defensively and then tried to take a deep breath but the oxygen wouldn’t go all the way down to the pit of your stomach like it should. “Your body absorbs glucose quicker through liquids than solids. ” You added on in a less defensive tone. 

“Um…okay?” Stewy was feeling more confused as he watched you. “Are you going to explain the difference between veins and arteries to me next?” He asked in a curious and gentle tone with a slight inflection of amusement. 

“Maybe my blood sugar’s low.” 

“Low? Your blood sugar? Are you okay?” Stewy’s voice was more concerned now and his face reflected that as his eyes widened and he tilted his head. Stewy quickly poured a drink and handed it to you, you drank it immediately while pacing with your back to him. 

“Maybe today is cursed?” “It’s not cursed, hon-” “But,” you cut him off. “Look at us, we’re sleeping in the same suite, same bed. I woke up as the little spoon Stew. It’s breaking tradition, bad luck, curse-” “That’s like not even a superstition, you’re not wedding superstitious.” He says as he runs a hand through his dark curls. 

“Maybe I should’ve been? This is-” “Honey, it’s a tradition. An outdated one that just doesn’t reflect modern relationships anymore. We live together. Kinda defeats that whole thing, that was when couples didn’t live together, it was arranged marriages and you met at the altar.” “I know.” You whisper, and you do. 

“Fortunately for us, that’s not our situation at all.” He smiles at you and you sigh as you look around, this hasn’t done anything for your anxiety yet though. 

“Did you ever think that-that… that well, anxiety is like a parasite-” You start to say before he cuts you off. 

You’re just taking turns doing it now, he cuts you off to reassure you and then you cut yourself off to catastrophize more. What a morning of the wedding day dynamic you’ll think about in 5 years. “No, I haven’t but-” Stewy sounds mildly flabbergasted but he’s still trying. “And I had this parasite left in me, that they didn’t even know to take out when I was born. An awful little parasite of the parasitic qualities of my parents and it just ate away… fed and grew during every fucking developmental stage Stewy.” “You don’t have a parasite.” He’s being soft and genuine with you as he speaks through all of the worst fears your spitting out at him right now. 

“No, I’ve become the parasite, the poison drips through and it trickled right into feeding and I’m… I’m just like him. I don’t want to be Stew, but I am.” There’s a desperation in your voice but also a resolution. “You’re nothing like your father. Right now, you share his last name and that is it. You are not him and you are not doomed to repeat the cycle.” Stewy says as he looks into your eyes. 

“I’m a parasite and I’m just consumed… I’m going to latch onto you and just ruin you and this is just going to become miserable Stewy. I’m a Roy, it’s just…it’s just how it works. Look at my parents. My dad and his marriages. My dad and every relationship he’s had.” You say as you frantically run your fingers through your hair. 

“Again, you’re not your dad. And you’re not your mother. We’re not your parents or any other weird item they’ve been a part of.” He says as he steps closer to you and tries to gently caress your arms. 

“You get rid of parasites through antiparasitics and antibiotics, not marriage! That’s li-like… that’s like signing away your life for the parasite to chew on!” You spit out nervously. 

“Good thing you’re not a parasite and you can’t marry them. And also for medicine existing.” Stewy says, he puts on a warm smile and his eyes glow as he tries to reassure you. “You’re okay babe, you’re okay. Just talk to me, just some jitters? What’s going on?” 

His voice is so gentle as always and perfect. The way he speaks is just warm and inviting, like a cosy bath you just want to sink into and forget about everything in. His stupidly perfect voice just always had a way of making you melt, whether that was when he was trying to reassure you at your breaking point (right now), flirting with you and even when he was talking Wall St finance bro jargon and rubbish. 

You took a deep breath and looked at him, your eyes were watery. 

“Fuck…Now my eyes are watery and I’m going to get scolded for being puffy when they do make up, Stew.” You wiped your eyes and Stew quickly pulled you into his arms again and you rested your head against his chest as you tried to breathe. 

“Some deep breaths honey, I love you and you love me.” He rubs your back gently in a comforting pattern and you take some deep breaths as you keep your face pressed against his comforting warmth. 

“I do love you.” You whisper against his chest, you’re feeling a bit calmer now and enjoying the circular motions of how he’s gently caressing your back. Your words bring a smile to his face which you don’t see. 

“Uh-huh, that’s why we’re getting married. We love each other lots, and always will. I haven’t seen the dress but I know you’re going to look smoking.” He says sweetly but the playful tone is evident and it makes you smile a little.

There’s still a feeling of terror dwelling inside of you but it’s easing up a bit, you look at him Stewy and you can’t help but be that scary thing, the thing your siblings run from and your father scolds, but vulnerable. 

“What if I fuck it all up? That’s all… That’s all that Roys seems to be able to do.” You say sadly as you look up at him, you love him and it’s all you want to do. 

Stewy gently caresses your face, his soft fingertips dancing across your cheek and he smiles adoringly. 

“Well, it’s a good thing that in a few hours you’ll be a Hosseini.” You both let out a small chuckle at that and your eyes get a little teary at how he knows just how to disarm you perfectly with his big brown eyes, and his sweet and silly humour. “But even if you weren’t,” he adds on tenderly. “It doesn’t mean you’re the people before you, or your siblings. This isn’t bad, this doesn’t make you weak. It’d be such a lonely life if you never let anyone in, honey. Nobody deserves to feel the kind of loneliness you think you deserve because you grew up with that man and never experienced the love you deserved. That wasn’t normal or your fault. You’re worth love, you let me in and I love you. I loved you before you did and I love you even more now, and I’m just going to keep loving you.” His words are earnest and you can’t help but become even more tearier. It’s not from self-doubt or self-hate like it was before. Instead it’s from being so seen and loved by Stewy. Having someone reassure your worries and reactions, confrontations to being loved. Something that’s just so, so, so, so foreign to the Roys. 

You look up at his big beautiful brown eyes and you see that he means every word he’s just said. He’s still hugging you but he caresses your cheek with one hand and you let out a content sigh at that. 

“I’m sorry for… for this… I’m just… I don’t know, scared and-and you know how it gets sometimes. I love you more than anything though Stewy.” You admit as you lift your hand up to sit on his cheek and feel his always perfectly trimmed beard tickle against your palm and fingertips. 

“I know, I know, and I love you.” He says back softly. 

You lean and tilt your head and you two kiss, it starts off soft and you can’t help but deepen it as you once again admit to yourself, the all-consuming love you have for him and the need you have for him. The desire and need that is sparked by his simple existence, his cologne, his beard and how it feels against your face and hands, his voice of warm honey on a cold day. 

His hand is firmly on your waist and he kisses you back, your hand snakes up to caress and run through his hair and you gasp for air against his lips but you don’t dare to pull away. You love him and you’re happy to have him, so happy. You kiss passionately as you know this is the start of the next milestone, the milestone happening today. He genuinely cares about you and you’re loved and you love, you love him. You’re capable of receiving and giving love and as you kiss your groom in your room before the intimate but big-deal ceremony, you know this is right. This is what’s right and you deserve this.

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[jessmarianosslut]

Stewy Hosseini smut hcs bc i make the rules!

also i have a huge daddy kink don’t come at me

stewy hosseini x reader

imagine him coming home after a day of dealing with kendall’s shit.

he’s all pissed off because how dare kendall discredit him again and again

so he’s muttering under his breath, cursing the world

when you walk out of your shared room

you’re startled to see him home, especially since he hasn’t been home in a week because of some stupid business thing

and you are also pretty angry at him for not being there

but you let him walk over to you and just hold you

you let him lead you back to the bedroom without a word

you let him settle between your thighs and start raking your fingers through his hair

“what’s happened now stewy?”

and that sets him off so he just starts ranting

“kendall is a fucking asshole, his fucking ego gets in the way of everything. i try to explain something to him and he just won’t fucking have it.”

and then you had an idea

you knew that stewy needed to let some steam off

and you really wanted to piss him off as punishment for leaving you the entire week

“ yeah, i get it, love. kendall’s ego is probably just a result of being hot and getting everything handed to him his whole life.”

(you never once found kendall attractive)

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. what the fuck did you just say.”

“I said that kendall is just hot and rich, i was agreeing with you.”

and for a second you were so scared that you went overboard

and then stewy got that glint in his eyes

the one that made you know you fucked up big time

stewy pushed himself off the bed and circled you for a moment

“you think he’s hot?”

“duh”

“hotter than me?”

“probably would be better at fucking me”

he snatched the pillow out from under your head and very unceremoniously dropped it on the floor

“what are you doing, stewy?”

you feigned exasperation

then he lifted you up gently placed you on the floor

“ you want to talk like a fucking whore? you’re gonna get fucked like one. none of the princessy shit i normally give you. let’s see kendall do this, slut.”

“take off the shorts”

you really wanted to draw this out

“no”

“you fucking asked for it.”

stewy lowered himself on to the ground and all but tore the silk shorts off you

“stewy! i liked those shorts you asshole.”

and then he was gripping your chin

“don’t talk to me like that, princess.”

a sick smile started to form on his face

he settled between your thighs again, but this time facing your wet cunt

he started like normal, pressing the flat of his tongue to your clit swirling it around

but then he got more aggressive

he slipped a single digit into your cunt and kept eating

fucking his finger in and out of you as he was licking and sucking and grazing the bridge of your clit with his teeth ever so slightly

when your orgasm began to wash over you, you started begging stewy to keep going

but when it was over he didn’t stop

he just kept licking and sucking as you drenched his face

and you were trying desperately to close your legs to no avail

stewy just held your legs in place and administered a swat to your ass

“ please, please no more” as your second orgasm came

mercifully, stewy got up, and you thought it was just to get a washcloth

you started shaking in fear as you heard the sound of a vibrator being turned on

stewy just gave you a kiss on the forehead and shoved it between your legs

you started begging

“please daddy, don’t want to cum anymore.” you were practically sobbing

but he didn’t relent

instead he turned the vibrator up and laughed

he mocked you and pouted “aw, the little slut thinks crying for daddy is going to make this stop.”

your thighs were shaking at this point, already feeling your third orgasm creeping up

you’re trying to curl your head into his shoulder and simultaneously trying to let your cunt escape the vibrator

but he caught on and gripped your hips tightly, pushing the vibrator back on your clit.

“daddy, daddy, please.” as you tried to grip his arm

“no, you’re cumming as much as i want you too. i make the rules, i’m in charge. right now i want you to cum until the only word you can remember is my name.”

and you bursted again, shaking and crying as you did

trying to scramble into stewy’s lap, you clung on to his dress shirt, hoping to avail to his sense of kindness

he laughed though, and said, “kendall’s so hot, why don’t you go beg him for mercy?”

you started slurring your words “please daddy, i don’t even think he’s hot, just wanted attention. you left me, and i just wanted you to pay attention.”

you were starting to get emotional, so stewy just rubbed your back and patted your head.

“i know sweetheart, you know i don’t like being away from you.”

“so it’s over then, we can forget about it?”

and stewy’s smile returned as he chuckled

“I haven’t cum yet.”

he started unzipping his slacks

you were in for it

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[marvelsdc22]

Fighting Back

Intro: Haha, guess who’s back for another sleepy drabble? This girllllll, it’s almost 3am and I couldn’t get back to sleep, so here I ammmmmm. Enjoy ~

Note: Y/N finds out one way to use their powers, just not in the way they would’ve hoped to.

Word Count: 717

“I’ve heard a lot about you, Y/N” the villain said, him having cornered you on your attempt to help evacuate the city while your mom fought him, but it seems he had managed to slip past her somehow “Yeah, I’m kind of a big thing around here” you told him, it not surprising that he knew a lot about you since you were the child of the biggest business woman in the world and one of the top journalists out there, so you were pretty well known.

The guy laughed and shook his head as he stepped closer to you “Not what I mean” he said before his hand lit up red, causing yours to light up green and you to cry out as you fell to your knees “I know everything there is to know about you, along with how to control you” he said, looking at you as you glared at him “Why are you doing this?” You asked through gritted teeth, wincing when he amplified the pain in your hand and clutching your wrist, trying to will it to make it stop.

“Because you’re more powerful than you think, and I want that power… If that means ripping it forcibly from you, then I’ll do it” he said, looking at you with a sadistic smile as he came closer to you “The question is, how do I get this power out of you and into me?” He asked, not expecting an answer as he pondered, giving you enough time to regain control of your powers and pull your hand out of his grasp of power, flinging him forward and onto his face “You’ll pay for that” he growled, pushing himself up and charging towards you.

Panicking, you thrust your hand out in hopes to do something, anything since you were still trying to learn your powers “Please” you begged, being thrown back when your hand launched a powerful green light out and knocked the guy in the chest, sending him flying into the nearest building, you struggling to stand and having the wind knocked out of you, that one shot draining almost all your energy and hoping he wouldn’t get up since you didn’t have much more in you.

But of course, you watched as he got up and limped towards you, him obviously determined to get your powers and you catching a glimpse of a red laser stopping him in his tracks before you blacked out, the use of your power being too much on your body.

When you woke up again, your head was pounding and your limbs felt like jelly “You’re awake” you heard someone say, causing you to look over and see Lena sitting beside your bed “Mom” you said softly, watching as she reached over and gave your hand a small squeeze “When your mother said that she had lost sight of you, I was so worried” she said, gently brushing some hair out of your face “I was trying to help evacuate and-“ you said sleepily, getting cut off by Lena shushing you “It’s okay, you don’t have to explain, you need rest”.

You looked at her and saw a tear slip out “I’m sorry” you said softly just as the door opened and Kara walked in with some food and drinks “Oh Rao, you’re awake” she said, quickly setting everything down before rushing to your side and pulling you into a bone crushing hug “Momma… Can’t… Breathe” you said, laughing slightly when she quickly released you “Sorry sorry, I was so worried when I saw you fighting him and when you launched that… Whatever that was and got thrown back, I thought you got hurt and then you were unconscious when I got to you-“ “Momma, it’s okay, I’m okay… Just really tired” you assured her, watching as she took the chair on the opposite side of your bed and took your other hand before grabbing Lena’s free hand “Well, you rest, your mother and I will be here the entire time” she promised, giving yours and Lena’s hand a squeeze to which Lena did the same “I love you guys” you murmured, letting your eyes slip shut and hearing the two of them say “We love you too” before you slipped off into a dreamless sleep.

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