Steve And Eddie In The New Season 4 Trailer

punching bags

update: part 3 is out!!

shout out to everyone writing for tom’s billy the kid!!!

THIS!!!!

i really don't mind nat dying on a narrative level (otherwise im fucking devastated) because like. yes, she was turning her life around. she was becoming better she was recovering and the yellowjackets fucked it all up. cause they make each other worse. they already fucked lottie up to the point she had to be commited, they killed nat, and they're probably gonna continue ruining each others lives

i don't think it's a coincidence both of them were the "queens" too. whoever gets the reigns crumbles under the weight of the others' faith

gif request meme - anon asked - yellowjackets + favourite platonic relationship

can yall send me anakin requests im bored

and??? she looked good doing it!

( ig ) ( tt ) ( twt )

Miguel o’hara sketch fo today ’ .🔎🖇️

can u write smut for elliot where its like rough but sweet and then like hes super affectionate n aftercare

forever and ever

elliot x fem!reader

warnings: smut, nothing much just smut then aftercare at the end

elliot attacked your neck hungrily with his teeth, leaving marks all over your throat along with wet, sloppy kisses. he pinned you to his bed and his lips messily found yours as he began to rip off your shirt with ease, removing your bra just a little bit after. "so fucking hot." he praised, then kneading your breasts, allowing a few moans to escape from your mouth.

elliot kissed down your stomach and pulled off your skirt, throwing it on the ground. he teased at your clit from through your panties, causing you to whine. “please..” you begged, just wanting him to fuck you already.

“please what?” he smirked at you and you sighed, not being able to go without having him in you much longer.

“please fuck me, elliot.”

that was all he needed. he tore off your panties and wiped his finger across your slit, feeling how soaked you were. “wet already?” he teased, causing you to whine.

he quickly ripped off his own shirt, revealing his chiseled abs, causing your mouth to water. fuck, he was so hot, you thought. and soon, he would be giving you the time of your life.

he unbuckled his belt and threw his pants to the side, then ripping off his boxers to reveal his hard length, also making you salivate.

elliot lined up with your pussy and thrusted into you without warning, starting fast and getting faster in a matter of seconds. the room echoed with sounds of your moans. “fuck, you’re so tight.” he grunted. the pain slowly began to turn into pleasure and you screamed his name so much you were sure the next day you wouldn’t be able to talk.

“gonna fuck you so hard. you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” he held onto your hips as he continued to thrust in you repeatedly.

he began to make out with you again, tongues battling for dominance, his winning, of course. he nipped at your neck again, on the same spots he previously bit, to make sure there would be a trace come tomorrow.

“love you and your pussy.” elliot admired again, speeding up at the same time.

your eyes rolled back to your head while you moaned. you could barely speak, afraid it would come out as babbles only.

“hm? cat got your tongue?” he began to get increasingly more rough and you were loving every second of it.

“fuck.. elliot. i love you so fucking much.” you mumbled while also panting, sounding like you just ran ten miles. “oh my fucking god.. i’m almost gonna.. fucking... oh my god.”

elliot’s pumps began to slow down and were a little more sloppy than before. nonetheless, you were still in heaven at the moment.

elliot helped you ride off your high and he slowly pulled out of you, collapsing on top of you. both of you were sweaty, panting messes.

after a little while of resting, he turned on the lamp light and got up, returning with a glass of water, handing it to you. “you okay?”

you nodded, smiling at him. your hair was messy and your makeup was all ruined but elliot still looked at you like you were the cutest person ever. “what about you?”

he sighed and chucked a little. “just tired.”

elliot got in bed with you and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, pulling you onto his lap to hold you in his arms. your throat was a little sore from literally moaning his name the entire night, but you managed to croak out, “i love you.”

he smiled and rubbed your cheek. “i love you, too, sweetheart.” he played with your hair, soothing you after your high. elliot grabbed the tv remote and turned on the tv, playing you two’s favorite movie at a super low volume to keep you relaxed and hopefully let you sleep. “you know i’ll always be here for you to hold you, right?” he nuzzled his face in your hair and smiled while doing so.

“rest well, love.” elliot continued to run his hands through your hair while humming and still smiling like an idiot.

you smiled, too, and thought to yourself. this was how you wanted it to be forever and ever. in the arms of the one who you loved, the one who loved you.