Estmyndablogsstuff - 🍒 🎀 𝒜𝓇𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝓌𝒶𝓎 ☯𝒻 𝓈

there needed to be way less lukas and way more gerri in that trailer but whatever

GERRI KELLMAN in the SUCCESSION S4 TRAILER

𝐈'𝐦 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 — 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

summary — your father finds eddie in your room in the middle of something. eddie's a smug bastard.

warnings/tags — fem!afab!reader, she/her pronouns, allusions to sex, angry dad

note — this is super short but this would definitely be eddie if your family didn't let you see boys.

Eddie has his face in your chest and a hand down your pants when your bedroom door flies open. Your raging father on the other side.

You squeal, sitting up and Eddie pulls back. A frown on his face and a did I do something wrong? at the front of his mouth before he clocks your father.

You pull a pillow over your chest and Eddie takes his hand from your sleep shorts, sitting back on his haunches. "Fuck," he curses.

"Who the fuck are you?" Your father looks like he's about one more ragged breath from having a heart attack.

"Dad..."

"I'm Eddie," he smiles, stepping backwards off your bed. Down to his boxers, he stands in front of your father with his hands crossed over his crotch. Adjusting anything that's prominent. You'd laugh if you weren't a little terrified.

He steps inside your room and you move to pull your shirt back over your head.

"I'd shake your hand, sir, but um..." Eddie wriggles his hand in front of him and gestures to you on the bed. You gawp, your eyes almost falling out of your head.

"Right," your father grunts, leaping forward to grab at Eddie. You call Eddie's name, sitting up on your bed as he ducks under his open arms and heads for the doorway. Your father almost falls into your bed.

Holding onto your doorframe, Eddie laughs. "Sorry for meeting you under such circumstances."

Puffing a breath, your dad turns to head for Eddie again, "I'm gonna kill you."

Eddie shoots you a wink, laughing madly as he starts running down your hallway. Your dad starts up again, chasing after him. There's thudding when he stumbles the stairs and you call out, "Dad, stop!"

You stand at your window and watch your father chase after Eddie across your front lawn. Eddie jumps over your bike and loops back around to your front door, your dad hot on his heels.

You hear him ascend the stairs two at a time and watch on as he comes back into your room all puffed and red-faced. He scrambles for his clothes on your floor, picking up his jeans and shirt into a heap in his arms.

"Eddie, what are you fucking doing?' you hiss, shoving his socks into his hands.

"Sorry, babe." He kisses you on the cheek with a loud smack and you can hear your dad coming up the stairs. You slam your door shut. "I'll call you."

"Right," you laugh. "Get out of here."

He kisses you once more when you hear your door open up again. You wish you'd begged harder for a lock when you'd asked the last time.

You turn and push your hands into your dad's chest, "Dad, please stop."

You don't act like you can hold him back but it doesn't matter anyways when Eddie climbs out your window, using your lattice to descend to the grass below him.

You hear Eddie laughing madly until he gets to the end of your street.

pillows (matt murdock x f reader)

wc || <1k

summary || matt is so overcome by the smells of last night that he has to have you again, with you leaving for work he uses something of yours. request from @mattymurdock1021 which can be found here

warnings || 18+ only. teasing, oral (m receiving) p in v sex, think that's it. no use of y/n. minors DNI

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You woke up this morning exhausted, last night really took it out of you- well Matt did anyway. You were running late for work, so your mind was in even more of a flustered haze. Rushing around to collect your stuff before softly kissing Matt’s sleeping head as you ran out the door.

Finally making your way down the stairs and out of the building, eyes widening as you pat around for your phone. Groaning at its lack of presence, you rush back up the stairs and into the apartment.

Stopping in your tracks when you hear a grunt-like noise coming from the bedroom, slowly stepping down the hallway and into the living space.

Ever so slightly, you peer around the sliding door and see Matt groaning with your t-shirt screwed up to his nose and your pillow moving fast above his thighs. Your mouth slowly starts to gape open as your eyes bugged, he’s fucking your pillow.

Softly clearing your throat as if to get his attention, “Matt…?” Pitch raising as you try to fight off a giggle.

He immediately stops, dropping your t-shirt and pushing away the pillow.

“You uh- fucking my pillow by any chance?” You teasingly mock with a smirk.

Breathing hard with his lips straight as he shakes his head ‘no.’

“Kinda looks like you were.” Stepping forward and taking a seat by his legs. “You horny thing.” Edging closer towards him.

“I could smell last night- and I was so focused I didn’t even hear you… I was going to wait but- I just couldn’t.” He chuckles earnestly.

Placing your fingers on his thigh, slowly teasing up. “Should’ve waited.” You whisper. “I can’t believe you were fucking my pillow…” purposely lingering. His hand grips around yours, leading it towards his visibly aching cock. His breath hitched at the action.

Removing your hand, you strip from your work clothes and crawl up him as he sat upright against the headboard. Sitting on your knees between his legs, gently stroking up his thighs, watching the way his skin would prickle at the feeling. “You missed me that much, huh?” You tease, fingers dancing up his twitching cock.

“Mhmm,” Matt says eagerly, chest rising and falling heavily.

“Last night not enough for you?” Whispering over his shaft, allowing the warmth from your mouth to hit his sensitive tip. “Unfortunately, you’re gonna have to wait… I gotta get to work.” You smirk. There’s absolutely no way you want to leave right now. Someone will cover for you, but you just wanted to see how he’d react.

His hand laces into yours and grips it as he husks “Stay.” Smirking while he weaves both hands into your hair behind your head. Leaning yourself over, you gently grip him from the base. Slowly taking him into your mouth, keep his head pressed firmly against the back of your throat. His fingers tighten and swirl into locks of your hair, gently tugging with staggered breaths.

Slowly bobbing your head, running your skilled mouth over him while you worked your spit over his veins and sensitive tip. You swallowed the precum that leaked from his tip before you itched yourself to sit atop him, straddling his thighs.

Rubbing his tip through your already slick folds, teasing his head into you, his face buried into your neck as he kissed and sucked on the delicate skin. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you slowly sank down onto him.

His fingers clutching at the skin on your back, desperately wanting to feel more of you. Crossing his legs from underneath so that you sat in his lap, cradling him as you rode him.

Holding the back of his head tight so you could bury his face into your chest, slowly winding your hips over him. Gripping the hair at the back of his neck while his fingers dig into your back as if he’s trying to hold off.

His breaths become shallower as his chest heaves against yours. You weren’t close to finishing, but you got off on the fact that he did.

Keeping your pace slow and tantalising as you rode him to climax, his cum spilling up into you as he painted your walls. Teeth grazing along your collarbone as he grunted your name a couple of times over.

When he finally comes back down, he peppers kisses all up your throat as his fingers entangle themselves back into your hair.

“I’ll take the day off… you’re mine for the day.” He grins. Still connected to you, he pushes you back into the bed, hovering atop as he pecks wet patches up your neck. “You’re all mine.”

saw someone on twitter say shiv looked happier when she was with nate. NO!! the only time shiv has ever looked happy was that split second where tom suggested she fuck a woman

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