Never forget that Echo is an ARC trooper. Never forget that Echo is a badass. Never forget that Echo is a capable and experienced soldier and strategist. Never forget that Echo is impressive as fuck and an incredibly skilled man who can hold his own and never backs down from a fight.

I write for myself

*checks AO3 every few hours to see if I got any new kudos, comments or subscriptions*

"Just because you're screaming into the void doesn't mean your heart isn't aching for an answer."

#just because you just said it aloud so that you can hear it#doesnt mean you don't also want to know that someone heard

dude...T^T

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You're out walking yours and Simon's dog, Riley, one afternoon when some guy you've never met all but saunters up to you.

He tries to chat you up, laying the flirtation on so thick it congeals into sleaze. You shut him down bluntly at every turn, but unfortunately, he's... determined.

Riley growls as he takes a step closer, the retired military dog pushing himself in front of you with hackles raised and teeth bared.

And still, the stranger doesn't get the hint. He merely huffs out an amused laugh as he looks from Riley to you.

"Didn't realize you had a guard dog -"

Suddenly, his gaze wanders past you. The cocky grin on his face drains away in an instant as he pales.

Like he's seen a Ghost.

"She's got two, mate."

“omg you’re so creative. how do you get your ideas” i hallucinate a single scene in the taco bell drive thru and then spend 13 months trying to write it

Send me a gif and a character if the gif isn’t obvious and I’ll write a little something.

Frankie Morales x F! Reader

No warnings. Enjoy!

“William,” you put your hands on your hips, gloves drenched in blood. “Sit the fuck down.”

“Calm down,” Will groans, “quit nagging me, I don’t remember marrying you.”

“Ha,” you chuckle, exasperated, “you don’t remember that night in Vegas?”

“Don’t tease me honey,” Will sits down giving you a dopey smile, “I’m injured.”

You smack his shoulder, giving yourself some small satisfaction when he winces. But it does the trick, you smile, shaking your head. “I wouldn’t marry you in a million years, Miller. I’m saving myself for someone special.”

Will grins, glancing back over his shoulder at Frankie before giving you a quick wink. “Who is this special someone?”

You quickly glance over to see Frankie look over at you, his face somber and his eyes wide as he stares you down. You don’t break contact, licking your lips and quietly whispering, “somebody I love.”

His breath catches and he looks at Will and back and you subtly shake your head. “I love you, Frankie.”

The whole group is silent, nothing but the patter of rain hitting the leaves echoing across the jungle. He slowly rises to his feet, crossing over to you his hands brushing your cheeks as he tugs you closer. His breath but a wisp away when he whispers, “am I someone special?” His voice tinged with vulnerability as he awaits your answer.

A smile breaking across your lips as you answer, “the most special man I know.”

let me keep you company

For the record, you had never met a Shadowsinger before.

You'd never even seen one. Sure, you’d read about them briefly in your studies and almost every Fae in Prythian had heard about them in whispers and rumours.

Rumours that increased more so when a Shadowsinger rose to become a hand for the Highlord, his own personal spy. Then became the spymaster of the entire Night Court for the next Highlord.

But beyond gossip and unfinished chapters within the scripts of your libraries, the knowledge of Shadowsingers is far limited. They’re rare. For all you know, Shadowsinger’s are a ghost— moving as a shadow, disappearing in and out of the darkness of the world.

You had never met a Shadowsinger before—so it makes sense that you hadn't an ounce of a clue what to expect.

Staring at him now, 6 feet something of pure muscle, you're a bit embarrassed at your own surprise.

Because he's probably— no definitely— the most beautiful Fae you've ever laid eyes on. His hair is tousled and dark, his glorious tan skin that's mostly hidden beneath the black of his fighter leathers, and his amber eyes that laid on you for only one long moment. Breathtaking is the only adequate word for him.

All that beauty and he's a Shadowsinger.

And it's not like you thought he wouldn't be like, well, any other Fae. But also... you kinda did? Mother, you should've known Freya was tricking you when she said they were all just shadow-y corporeal forms.

Utterly brilliant. I read this at work today during my lunch break and I’ve been thinking about it for hours.

Simon Riley who realizes how much he fucked up and that maybe therapy isn't such a bad idea

AN: Lil bit longer than usual, but it's been on my mind

Art credit to SubsurfaceChaos on Twitter

Something was off with him all day. It wasn't too noticeable until he began distancing himself, getting irritated at being around anyone. You confronted him, simply trying to see if you could help or maybe provide comfort, and fuck did that backfire.

This was perfect. ❤️

wearing joel miller's flannel while he fucks you

wearing javier pena's tactical vest while he fucks you

wearing oberyn martell's golden robe while he fucks you

wearing dieter bravo's fuzzy jacket while he fucks you

wearing javi gutierrez's blue suit coat while he fucks you

wearing frankie morales’ cap while he fucks you

wearing dave york's tie while he fucks you

wearing marcus moreno's leather jacket while he fucks you

wearing din djarin’s helmet while he fucks you

wearing jack daniels' cowboy hat while he fucks you

wearing tim rockford's holster while he fucks you

pornstar!gaz only likes filming threesomes with you if he's paired with Johnny.

Obviously, Kyle always prefers having you alone on set. He's grown rather attached to you, in some odd way. Always likes having you all to himself — as much as he can with a whole crew of people, anyway. And though Johnny can be a dog, he'd rather be paired with him than anyone else in the entire industry.

While Johnny can eat a girl out for hours, or ravage her cunt like an animal, what sets him apart from other co-stars is how intuitive he is. He's always been smarter than he lets on, and his keen nose could sniff out Kyle's odd infatuation with you the moment he saw the way the man looked at you; like you were more than just some girl he was going to fuck for the cameras.

So when the film starts to roll, Johnny becomes a well trained dog rather than some lustful animal. Follows Kyle's lead, lets him work at your cunt while he paws at your tits or keeps your mouth occupied with his cock, but what Kyle really appreciates is the way Johnny talks to you.

"I know," he coos at you while Kyle ruts into you from behind, "too good, isn't it? Making such sweet sounds for him though. Gonna thank him for fucking you so well? Go on, tell him."

And you do, and it's hardly coherent, but Kyle can make out the way you babble the words thank you thank you thank you over and over again like it's a prayer. Johnny grins when he notices how Kyle's pace only picks up at your words, and he leans in close to your ear before whispering: "You like being Garrick's girl, don't ya?"

You refuse to say anything out loud on set, but your answer is already engraved in your face. Garrick's girl. Yeah, it was real quick the way Johnny picked up on that, and if Kyle wasn't careful, everyone else would catch on, too.

"Don't worry, bonnie," Johnny whispers, "your secret's safe with me."

(everybody is okay)

Tim had the brain cell for the day….