#succession season 4 premiere

[sunsetmoonlight]

Matthew Macfadyen and Nicholas Braun at the Succession Season 4 Premiere Event.

[kendallville]

"it's all his fault"

"It's ok, dad, it's ok"

Jeremy Strong and Jesse Armstrong at Succession Season 4 New York premiere

[dualredundancy]

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

…i would like to request a Stewy Hosseini smut with the prompt "You like it when I'm mean to you?"

Needy.

24. "You like it when I'm mean to you?" + 33. "Been thinking about you all day."

Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! find that post here if you're interested. i've had so many stewy requests, oh my. i love writing this gorgeous man!! think i got a little feral creating this one. combined two requests here!!

Pairing - Stewy Hosseini x Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - smut!! cursing. mean stewy needs his own warning too.

Word Count - 1028

Masterlist. 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist.

The minute he steps foot in the front door, you're on him.

He's all you've thought about all day. His big hands, rough palms, long fingers. His broad chest, strong shoulders, muscular back. His calculating eyes, soft beard, clever mouth. He's indoctrinated your thoughts. He's positively ruined you.

You're convinced you've spent hours today just staring into space, dreaming about him. What is he doing right now? Is he thinking of me too? Is he replaying the events of last night in his head just like I am?

You're surprised you've lasted all day. At one point, you were ready to put on your shoes and march over to his office, demanding that he take you right there and then. Instead, you rewatched the videos you'd filmed together, and allowed your blood to run hot with anticipation. You vowed you weren't even going to let him take off his coat before you jumped him.

He steps through the door and you're lunging at him, smashing your lips to his with vigour. He's slightly taken aback, almost stumbling, before he grabs your hips and steadies you both. You're whining into his mouth, pressing yourself against him as if you haven't seen him for 8 months rather than 8 hours.

"Hello to you too, honey," he chuckles against your lips. "What's gotten into you, huh?"

You can't answer him coherently. All you can focus on is the way he smells, his scent enveloping you and making you crazy.

You simply whinge in response, pawing at his jacket to try and get it off. You push it from his shoulders, and immediately work on unbuttoning his shirt.

"Look at you, pretty girl," he coos. "Always so desperate for me, aren't you?"

You're nodding frantically, going insane because your hands are shaking with need and you can't get his shirt off. You want to feel his warm skin, the hair that covers his chest, the way his muscles tense beneath your fingers. You need him more than you need to breathe.

"You want me to help you?" he teases condescendingly. "Has my baby gone so stupid she can't even get my shirt off?"

Stewy is mean. Plain and simple. Sure, he's soft with you. His tender, sweet, loving side is reserved for you and you only. Kisses on the forehead, opening doors, always holding your umbrella in the rain. He's a sweetheart in everyday life. But when he's riled up, when arousal replaces the blood running through his veins? He's ruthless.

You're panting, vibrating with need. You abandon his shirt and decide to pull your underwear down and off, shoving them into the pocket of his trousers. You pull your shirt over your head, allowing him to take in the sight of your heaving chest. He licks his lips, and places his hands on your waist.

"What do you want, sweetheart? Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you."

His tone is so sickly sweet, it almost makes your blood run cold. You love it when he gets like this - patronising and cruel. It gives you a glimpse of business Stewy, the Stewy that everyone else sees.

"You," you finally sputter. "You, Stewy, need you."

"You've got me, baby. I'm right here, aren't I?" he's teasing you mercilessly, reveling in seeing you so needy.

"Please. Wanted you all day. Been thinking about you all day. Please."

He laughs at you, and it sends a shudder straight down your spine. It shouldn't turn you on as much as it does.

He gives in slightly, and moves his hand between your legs. When he feels how you're dripping down your thighs, he groans, deep and gutteral.

"Oh, honey," he sneers. "This is kinda pathetic. Haven't even touched you and you're soaked."

His tone makes your knees buckle. He spins you so you're the one pressed against the wall, and grabs you by the thighs to pick you up. You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist, your slick soaking the material of his dress pants.

"Use your words, pretty girl. Tell me what you want."

You buck your hips, attempting to find some friction. Stewy grabs your ass and stills you, holding you so you can't move.

"Fuck me, please. Please, please, please, please."

He's never been able to resist you when you beg. In one fluid movement, he's unbuttoned his pants and slid home inside you, filling you up the way you've been imagining all day.

He cants his hips upwards, setting a steady rhythm. He watches your face carefully, never taking his eyes off you. All you can hear is the sound of skin on skin, and the way the two of you are panting. He brushes a certain spot inside you, and the moan you release is borderline pornographic.

"Yeah? Right there, honey?" he teases.

When you don't reply, he slows the movement of his hips, coming to a complete stop.

"Answer me when I ask you a question. Have you gone stupid, baby, is that it? Have I made you dumb?"

You whine in response, but he keeps mocking you, condescension dripping from his tone.

"My dumb baby. My pretty, stupid girl."

You clench around him at his words, the insults just turning you on more.

"Oh, honey. You like it when I'm mean to you?"

Miraculously, you find your voice.

"Yes, fuck. Yes. I love it, Stewy."

You're practically crying, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks if he doesn't start moving again.

"And so she speaks. Good girl. That's all I wanted."

He thrusts up into you again, harder and faster this time. It doesn't take long before you're tightening around him, throwing your head back against the wall as you reach your high. You're whining his name, and it sends him over the edge with you.

You both stay connected, sweaty foreheads pressed together as you take heaving breaths in and out. Suddenly, you start giggling.

"What?" he asks curiously. "What's so funny, huh?"

"Just thinking about how you're kind of a sadist," you tease.

"And yet you love me anyway," he retorts, grinning as he kisses you.

"I do," you reply. "So much."

stewy tag list -

@616wilsons

@isuspectitwasthenargles

@justacaliforniandreamer

[loveandthings11]

Roman Roy meets the Today Show’s mini mic (so in character)

“Which Roy sibling has it worst?” “Kendall.”

I feel both validated and worried by this statement, like- is this a general statement or a season 4 one Kieran 👀

[tv-moments]

Succession

Season 4, “The Munsters”

Director: Mark Mylod

DoP: Patrick Capone

[askarsjustsoswedish]

Alexander Skarsgård, Jeremy Strong – Succession, Season 4 – Lukas Matsson, Kendall Roy.  Official Trailer, HBO Max (x) Thanks Skarsjoy (x)

Season 4 premieres on HBO Max 26 March ‘23

[ashzukerman]

HBO's "Succession" Season 4 Premiere

NEW YORK, NEW YORK - MARCH 20: Ashley Zukerman attends the HBO's "Succession" Season 4 Premiere at Jazz at Lincoln Center on March 20, 2023 in New York City.

[disarmluna]

Matthew Macfadyen @ Succession Season 4 Premiere 

[littlematchagirlll]

i don't think i understand why shiv is so upset about the split with tom. like, she never really loved him? she was the one who asked him for an open marriage?

she is obviously upset that she no longer has control over tom (and is compensating for that by seeking control in business pursuits). and i can understand why she was hurt that he blindsided her. but again... why would she be sad about getting divorced when she never really loved him and wanted to sleep with other people during their marriage?

[wheredidthe80sgo]

succession fans be like omg they’re having a conversation😵‍💫😫😳😨🫣‼️🤯

[kendallville]

Sarah Snook at Succession Season 4 New York premiere

Photo: Dimitrios Kambouris

[dualredundancy]

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

request: smut, kendall roy, prompt - "Wanted this for so long."

<3

Me and You.

31. "Wanted this for so long."

Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! find that post here if you're interested. my first time writing Kendall, and it's very overdue. can't believe I haven't written him sooner. also, this gif makes me feral.

Pairing - Kendall Roy x Assistant!Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - smut!! + cursing

Word Count - 700

Masterlist. 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist.

"I quit."

Kendall looks at you incredulously.

You'd barged into his office, fire running through your veins. You'd swung the door open, not bothering to knock. He'd been sat behind his desk, answering emails. You'd marched in, stood tall in front of him and said the words you'd been tempted to say for months.

"What?" he asks in disbelief.

"You heard me, Kendall. I quit."

You're expecting him to be mad. You're without a doubt the best assistant he's ever had - punctual, hard working, understanding. You stay late, run his ridiculous errands, comfort him when it all goes wrong. You know he needs you. He'd never admit it, but you know. You're expecting him to be upset, furious even.

So why is he smiling?

"Kendall, you heard me, right? I'm quitting."

"I know," he smirks. "I heard you."

"So why the fuck are you smiling?" you spit, rage bubbling up inside you.

"Because you don't work for me anymore," he explains. "Which means I can finally do this."

With that, he's standing up and striding towards you, large, warm palms cradling your face. He smashes his lips to yours, kissing you with fervour.

You throw your arms around his neck and press yourself into him, desperate to be as close as can be. His hands tangle in your hair, and you moan into his mouth when he tugs roughly. You retaliate by grabbing his tie and pulling him towards you, urgency fuelling your movements.

He dips his head and scatters kisses behind your ear, on your jaw, down your neck. He inhales deeply, breathing in your perfume.

"Fuck, honey," he murmurs. "Wanted this for so long."

"Me too," you whine, shaky fingers attempting to unbutton his white dress shirt.

"Yeah?" he asks arrogantly. "You've thought about this?"

"All the time," you whisper, practically trembling. He's unbuttoned your blouse, deft fingers coasting over your tits, squeezing and pinching.

"Tell me what you think about," he commands.

You're struggling to form words as you feel him tug your skirt down, underwear following suit. You're trying to undo his pants, but your brain is finding it hard to multitask.

Kendall grabs your hips and hoists you up onto his desk, papers be damned. He grasps your chin with his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look him.

"Come on, pretty girl. Tell me what you think about and I'll give you what you want."

You take a shaky breath, hands fisting in his shirt that's now undone and hanging off his shoulders.

"You. I think about you," you begin. "Your mouth. Your fingers. Think about you bending me over your desk."

"Fuck, honey," he groans, unbuttoning his dress pants with more urgency. "I'll bend you over it next time, okay?"

Next time. Your core clenches at the thought.

"You ready for me?" he asks, but he knows the answer. He can see you dripping slick down your thighs.

Kendall slides into you with such ease, it should be embarrassing. You're too fucked out to care.

He sets a frantic, insistent pace, slamming his hips into yours with vigour. He's dreamt of this for so long that the real thing is almost overwhelming. He's quite convinced he's floating.

"God, you feel like heaven," he groans.

"So good, Ken," you whine. "Please, please, please."

"Please what, baby?" he teases, smirk plastered on his handsome face.

"Please don't stop. Don't stop, please, Kendall."

"Wouldn't dream of it," he breathes. "You close, honey? Can feel it."

"Yeah," you whimper. "So close."

Kendall moves the hand that isn't roughly holding your hip to circle your clit in slow, languid circles. Your hips cant up, your back arches, and you surrender to your climax, pulling Kendall over the edge with you.

You're both panting, sweat dripping down your backs. He rests his forehead against yours, grin painted across his face.

"What are you smiling at?" you tease, smiling along with him.

"Just thinking about how we're gonna do this everyday."

"Everyday?" you question.

"Oh, yeah. I'm never letting you go, honey. It's me and you, now."

"It's always been me and you, Ken," you grin.

"Me and you," he echoes.

Me and you.

[loveandthings11]

Awwww ❤️ They love each other 🥰

[weirdgirlvampire]

Me about to be so normal watching a tv show today!!