#amber riley gif pack

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COMMISSIONED ! click the source for 503 gifs of AMBER RILEY in SINGLE BLACK FEMALE(2022), and assorted interviews. do not use in celebrity rps. please note that i do not approve of the 5+/- age rule. these were made from scratch and more will be added at my leisure, so please don’t edit, repost or claim as your own or i will eat you. tag me if you’re posting edited gif icons for public use. consider reblogging to spread poc options if useful. enjoy !

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198 gifs of Amber Riley in Christmas Déjà Vu (part one) can be found in the source link. these are all from scratch so please don’t edit or claim as your own. if you plan on using these gifs like and/or reblog this post.

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Kiss Me More, Please.

     Artemis. R.

Guys, idk what to say lmao, I've been obsessed with these men mostly thanks to @angel-eyes-and-devil-hearts , the ultimate legend. This one's for the hoes fr

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  It was a balmy Sunday, grey clouds hanging low, creating a dense fog. You had just been transferred from the states to an elite task force in Europe. Delightful. At 24, you had made a name for yourself as a sniper, over 20 kills with 6 badges of honor to show for it it was no wonder you eventually got sent to higher rankings. 

You just didn't realize those rankings would be in a pack with 2 alphas and 2 betas. As an omega, it puts you on edge a bit to share such intimate spaces with alphas. But, being completely honest with yourself, you can't deny they smell heavenly. John Price, the pack alpha, had a woodsy pine, undertones of cigar, and mint made a head spinning concoction, and you embarrassingly whined when scenting him for the first time. 

The other alpha, Simon Riley, was a bit…harder to gauge a reaction. He was never mean, if a bit standoffish, at the dining hall he always made your tray and carried it for you. He held doors open, a protective hand on your back when guiding you places. He smells of cedar and eucalyptus, a faint patchouli pulling through.

God, why did these alphas smell so fucking addicting. 

Kyle Garrick was a sweet beta, with kind eyes, strong wide shoulders, and, in your professional opinion, one of the finest asses known to man. He was so sweet and open, he helped you put up tapestries in your room (with explicit permission as invading an omegas den could end badly) , always gave you extra snacks during training, Kyle was a true man through and through. He smelled of vetiver and amber noir. When you shoved your nose into his neck to get more, you picked up a tang…citrus.

 It wasn't your fault you usually ended up having to change your panties after hanging with him. 

Johnny MacTavish was the last one you met, a strong level-headed beta with a feisty sense of humor and a very good shoulder to cry on. He might've been the last to meet you but certainly the one you bonded to the quickest. He liked to sling you over his shoulder and take off through the training post your delighted giggles chiming through the wind. He was your go-to movie cuddle buddy, and he always had an open space on his lap for you. He smelled so fucking divine bonsai, cloves and an allspice lavender, anytime youre within his vicinity it usually ends with you in his lap, drunk of his scent and purring loudly. The smell of lilies, cinnamon, and chamomile wafted from you; it was soothing and the answering rumble from the alphas chest had your omega preening.  

It's hard not to crush on him. 

It's been almost 2 and a half months since you arrived. Tf141 made it very clear their intentions on you by week 3, declaring they wanted you as their pack omega. They wanted to spoil you, protect you, and provide for you. The sudden declaration was sprang up by Johnny over a random breakfast at the table. You had gazed wide-eyed at all of them, almost like a deer in headlights. 

“I...um…I need to think about it…” Truthfully, you really didn't. You knew you wanted them. All of them. It was nerve-wracking you were younger, a bit more inexperienced in life and romance. What if they ended up hating you? Or being annoyed at your unknowing? What if you gave them your heart so beautifully beating, and they gave it right back, stabbed through with 4 shiny knives. 

You're unsure if you could live with that. 

So going on week 6 of being on task force, week 3 of confession, you have yet to give them an answer. It was crude of you, you knew it. But it was hard to form the words, hard to speak when your heart swelled to your throat and lodged itself there. Leaving you breathless and fumbling; spewing out nonsense in hopes of adoration. 

Right now was one of those moments you were sitting across from Price, fiddling with your fingers as you both gazed at each other in silence. You knew why you were called in here. You knew they wanted-deserved- an answer. 

"Come here, y/n." Your breath hitched, oh god, his voice. Deep, barretoned words woven with an authoritative spike. You felt too hot, too seen under his intense gaze. Swallowing the lump forming, you gathered what small ounces of courage you could. Straightening your spine under the alpha's eyes. 

  "No." It came out more steady than you expected, and if the raised eyebrow of John was anything to go by, he wasn't expecting the answer. It emboldened you, made you feel taller, bigger than the man in front of you almost. 

  "No?" 

  "No. You come to me…please” And oh boy, did he take it as the invitation it was, eyes twinkling in amusement, something darker brewing in them. He pushed himself up from the chair, walking round the desk to stand directly in front of you. Your head tilted back to stare up at him, mouth parted as the courage left you in a swoop. 

John's hand grazed across your jaw, thumb trailing down your throat before cupping your cheek. It was nerve-wracking, being in the presence of a God with nothing but mortal thoughts to shield you. 

  "The last time I was told no, I tore the man's throat out where he stood." A gasp left you, tensing just slightly under his palm. Was it a threat? Was it even true?? Maybe you read the room wrong. Maybe he was sizing you up. It's not like you had to wonder long. He tutted, pulling you from your thoughts as his other hand swept stray hair from your face. 

  "I find you enrapturing, Y/N we all do. You have bewitched us. And I would let you say anything to me. Anything. And now I'm asking you to please say how you feel. You know we want you, we see you as our omega. But we want you to want us. Do you?” You didn't know what to say, speechless in the hands of a prophet. The way he spoke was hypnotizing, and you leaned into his touch, hands grazing up his muscular chest until you cupped his jaw on both sides. Tugging him down, and my my my did he bend to your whims. Noses bumped together, breaths mingling, and you looked into his eyes. 

  "I-I…want you guys too. I want to be the pack omega” A stuttered breath in from the alpha in front of you had that flame of courage coming back full force. You gripped him harder, tilting your child up.

“Kiss me, please." A huff of air, and he was on you, kissing you so sensually, so sweetly you wondered if you would drown in its bliss. It was as cliche as every romance book ever said, wanton and needy with touch of his lips on yours. And God wasn't it unfair? To have euphoria in human form, holding you, kissing you like you hung the stars. 

And when he finally pulled back, both of you panting, foreheads pressing against each other. You only had one thought. 

  "Kiss me more, please." 

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->Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Fem!Reader

->Words: 4.7k

->Warning: MDNI! unprotected sex, rough sex, fingering, mask stays partially on, dirty talk.

->Summary: Working alongside the 141 for a year now, you’ve grown closer to the infamous ghost. Confiding in Soap about your crush, confession is the only way to rid yourself of the gnawing infatuation. 

->A/N: Despite all my writing being about König, ghost is my all time favorite baby girl, writing for him always intimidated me but I’ll give it my best shot, hope he’s not too OOC.

It’s been a full year on the 141 and you couldn't be happier, well not happy at the moment since you’re ankle deep in sludge. This mission is going as well as any other despite the evac being miles away through humid weather and wet ground. 

“Good thing I packed extra socks.” You muttered, readjusting your gun and pack and unsticking your boot from a deep pocket of mud.

“Oh come on lass it could be worse right? We could be treading through anaconda infested waters huh? Lighten up.” Soap is next to you. He's having an easier time removing his boots from the muck. 

Price is in the front with Gaz next to him talking about the evac and rations, you admire their relationship. Price has slowly morphed into some kind of a father figure to you as you assume he did for Gaz too or at least a mentor. Gaz and Soap are like brothers to you, you bicker like such. You pick on Soap when he gets too drunk to form correct sentences and starts singing songs from his childhood, and you get Gaz too when he laughs so hard you have to remind him to breathe. Like a dynamic triangle the three of you.

Then there’s Ghost.

He stands at the back of the group behind you and Soap, no evident trouble for him when it comes to the mud. He’s sturdy and observant, keeping a close eye on the treeline and behind the group. He's a great soldier and you admire his skills… and him. Ever since you met him you’ve had your eyes trained. 

I mean who wouldn’t.

From his expressive eyes which sometimes you feel look through you, to his broad shoulders where he holds the world on top of them, his strong arms that deal with enemies swifty, to…his… lower extremities that you certainly have only thought of once or twice. Maybe more. 

You should be ashamed of your feelings, and you lock them down deep the only time they have slipped past your lips is when too much alcohol loosens them. 

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You confessed one night to soap, the rest were asleep and your insomnia was kicking your ass so you went to the parking lot where soap was nursing a bottle on the hood of his car, and you sat down and shared it.

“Something on your mind bonnie?” He hands the bottle to you, concern brewing in him.

“I don’t know, it’s just, Ghost.”

He laughs.

“Yea, I know about him, but what about him?” 

You take a couple large gulps of the amber liquid, it burns its way down and soothes your aching wanting heart, burying the hopeless romantic in you. Tears brew in your eyes and you always forget you either become a laughing drunk or a sappy drunk, seems the latter had won tonight.

“Aye- lass, what's wrong.” His hand is placed on your shoulder offering a comforting touch.

You sob and laugh at the same time, looking up at Soap.

“I think I’m in love with him.” You say quietly through a stream of tears that make their way into your mouth, making a weird cocktail of salty liquor.

“Oh bonnie…” Soap rubs your back, his voice is soft.

“I just, everything about him Johnny! I can’t get him out of my head, and he probably doesn't even look at me that way, he could get any girl he wanted!” You sob.

“Woah there calm down, gonna throw yourself into a spell talking like this. Look. LT cares about ya, truly. He thinks you’re a valued member of the team and I’ve caught him starin’ a few times so don’t be daft now ya hear. You’re a pretty girl and LT would be lucky to have ya.”

You sniff, wiping the tears and snot with a sleeve.

“Really? You think so?”

“Cross my heart and hope ta die. You’ll be alright.”

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“It’s in my shoes.” You deadpan.

You hear Gaz laugh and Price looks back, checking on the team.

“Don’t worry Y/N, just imagine it’s a mud bath! Your skin will be smooth and shiny before you know it!” Soap laughs at Gaz’s antics, it’s nice when you can all joke around and relax. The hard part is over and now it’s simple evac.

“Right… how soothing.” Your eyes roll and you look back to check on Ghost, your eyes meet and a flash of electric lightning shoots to your heart, it feels good. 

He gives a quick nod and you return to your trudging. You wait till after the mission to pass any other signals, he’s too focused to register any flirting right now. Or that's the advice Soap gave you after that night.

“Right. Keep close by, chopper is land down in 5, need to evac quickly to avoid any unwanted looks.” Price alerts to the rest of the team once you’ve covered ground and are nearing sweet release. Your back and knees ache just at the thought of sitting. You nurse the last of your water and keep walking, you tip your bottle back along with your head to get the remaining drops and you trip over a protruding root.

Other foot trying to catch yourself a hand catches on your upper arm, righting you up.

“Alright there?” Ghost’s dark eyes are steady on you, maybe a bit amused, or maybe his eye paint is creasing.

“Yea, sorry just tryna finish off the bottle, didn't see that there.”

“Careful next time yea?” He releases your arm and waits for you to start walking again to pick up behind you.

“Yea, for sure LT.”

You feel his hand on your arm even after he released you and you want to untie the knot that Ghost has tied there and you know you’re royally fucked.

You’re all on the chopper and your legs just about give out, you always love the euphoric feeling of sitting down after a mission like this, the lactic acid in your muscles making them burn like no other. You sit across from Ghost and he visibly relaxes once the chopped takes off, the breeze from the open doors cooling everyone immensely.

“Good work everyone, I know evac was shit but you all hustled and we got the intel we needed. I think we all deserve a good ol drink when we get back right?” 

Price brings a smile to everyone's face, as tired as the lot of us are. You glance over at Ghost and his eyes look away from you, looking over his gear.

Your heart pains for some kind of acknowledgment that he feels the same, it’s like trying to hold the same fistful of sand no matter how hard you try it seeps through your fingers, you want him so badly you’d tape your fist shut if that meant keeping the sand in.

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Back to base, ‘same day different shit’ you heard Ghost say one time. You often hold on to everything he says, hoarding each little piece he feeds you and storing it away somewhere special. Like you’re hoarding food for the winter, as if the winter is him falling in love with a woman that isn't you, when that happens you’ll open your little box of his sayings and advice and eat them slowly, savor them until all that’s left to drink is the tears you drown yourself in as consolation. 

A pity party is what you throw yourself that night, showering and getting a once over by the medic then making your way back to your room, Price wants to get everyone together tomorrow night for a drink, wouldn't hurt you think. You sit on the edge of your bed, the silence is deafening after a mission, tinnitus ringing your ears. The bed is cold, you want someone to warm it, you want Ghost to warm it.

The nightmares come to you quickly that night, visions of your team, your friends being ripped apart by bullets as you try to fire back into mist. You hold Ghost’s hand as he fades and you wake up coated in cold sweat and adrenaline.

3:18 a.m.

You toss and turn for a minute before huffing and leaving the bed, you need air. Adorned in sweatpants and a shirt you got on recruitment day you leave your room the sound of your door is loud and you wince as it closes. You go to the parking lot once more, maybe there will be more stars out tonight. 

The air is crisp and cool, you round the corner of the building where a bench sits, a lone figure is sitting and smoking there, you can tell it’s him by his silhouette. He’s broad and his legs spread wide as he sits alone.

“This seat taken?” You ask, scared if you talk too loud he’ll leave.

“All yours” No inflection is evident in his tone.

Silence sits between you two and you take a harsh breath to break it. It makes you uncomfortable. 

“Trouble sleeping?” His voice is deep and low.

“The usual, nightmares again. You?” 

“Not tired, too soon after the mission to sleep.”

“I understand.” 

You watch him carefully as he brings the cigarette to his lips and inhales, you inhale with him. You imagine him inhaling your perfume as his lips touch your neck. You stare, unabashedly, like you’re not scared if he catches you.

He adjusts where he sits, hips rolling to get more comfortable.

“Bloody bench feels like it’s made of spikes.” He mutters, quietly.

You breathe out a laugh as he exhales the smoke.

His eyes look to the side at you and then forward again.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?” 

“Like you want something from me.”

“What if I do?” 

Your heart is racing now, faster than it had on any given mission.

He stands, throwing the cigarette to the ground and crushing it with his boot, he slips his mask down again and his eyes are locked on you.

“I’d say you’d better fuckin’ find it elsewhere, we both know I can’t give you what you want.”

“What do I want Simon?” 

His lips grow sealed when you say his name.

“Things I’m incapable of providing, best leave it at that. Night sergeant.”

His tone meant business, you know better than to chase after him. You sit on the bench, staring at the cigarette on the ground. It’s beaten and crushed like you feel right now.

You wonder if you can still taste his lips on it.

The walk of shame back to your room is humiliating, you pass some others that can’t sleep, nightmares aren't anything special around here and you wish you could pluck the worries from their heads.

Sleep is easy after that, maybe your body wants to make you forget the encounter with him but even so you dream of him. He’s an inescapable phantom.

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“Aye there she is!!” Soap hollers from across the pub, it’s a quaint place, quiet enough to not be annoying but lively enough to not feel desolate.

A large corner booth is what they occupy and you wave as you make your way over, A few empty glasses scatter the table already you arrived ‘fashionably late’.

“Hey bonnie I gotta take a leak you can have my seat yea?” He nudges Ghost so he can be let out of the booth, Ghost stands towering over you. Soap shuffles over to the bathroom and Ghost  lets you slide into the booth before he follows, trapped between the wall and him. You’d rather be under him…

You greet them all and Gaz slides you a tall glass of something mind numbing, Ghost has his mask down but he’s nearly finished with his glass same with the rest of them.

“You got some catching up to do, miss fashionably late.” Gaz shoots a smile and you clink your glasses together.

Soap meanders back and pulls a chair to sit at the end of the table, you all squabble over what a better drink is and down rounds after rounds. The conversation somehow gravitates to relationships at some point and Soap is going on and on about this woman he met at the pub down the street.

“Oh she’s a real sweetheart, thinking about asking her out later this week when I get the balls to do it.”

You smile at the way Soap talks about her, you’d love to be admired like that, treasured.

“I think you should go for it Johnny! You're a nice guy, I can go in there and talk you up if you want, say you fought off ten men to save my life.”

He laughs, nearly tipping off his chair, 

“You’re a real wingman Y/N, if you can secure a date by all means.”

You smile and the air is joyous, little is heard from Ghost but you know he likes seeing the team happy, he sips his drink and observes, smiles hidden by his mask.

“Have you had any luck on the dating scene Y/N?” 

Gaz questions, eyebrows rising.

“Yea bonnie, never hear a peep out of you when we talk about lovey dovey shit.”

You shrug, taking strong sips of your drink.

“I went on a date a while back, he got me flowers, a real nice guy. Found out he was sleeping with my friend behind my back around the fourth date. Don’t really want to try anymore, end of story.”

You can feel Ghost’s eyes burning into you as you finish the sentence. His gaze is addicting and you feel sweaty locked in his stare.

“Well he’s a proper twat for messing it up with you then yea?” 

Price offers a tip of his head, sympathy in his eyes.

“Ah it’s alright, I’ll just wait for my prince charming to come sweep me off my feet.” You bat your lashes dramatically and fake a swoon, soothing the old memory with jokes. It turns the tide of the table ambiance to a lighter one.

“I need to piss.” Ghost says quickly, you scoot out of the seat and Ghost hurries off to where Johnny has gone to earlier.

“What’s up his arse?” Gaz says confused.

Price downs the last of his drink and slams it back onto the table.

“What do you all say to a game of pool?”

“I’ll watch, cheer ya’ll on.” You still nurse your drink and you start to buzz, worries slipping away like papers, but one it left, weighted down with a large paperweight.

“I’ll be right there, gonna finish this drink off.” Soap says, sloshing the leftover liquid that's in his glass.

“Very well, see you momentarily.”

Soap watched the two walk off, leaving the two of you left alone.

He turns back quickly, you get secondhand whiplash.

“Ghost has had his eyes on you the whole night please tell me you told him and he confesses his secret love for you!” Soaps eyes are huge and he’s pleading for the right answer.

“Not exactly.” He delfates.

“What the fuck do you mean ‘not exactly’?”

“I told him that I kinda wanted him and he said he wouldn't be able to give me what I want.”

“That's bollocks and you know it! He’s always watching you, never seen him doing that for any other lass. Now is the time, he’s all alone. Go on and chat him up, I’ll tell the boys you’ve gone home sick alright.” 

Soap winks and leaves before you can utter another word. You even your breathing and gulp down the rest of the liquid courage before strolling over to the bathroom hallway. It does not take guys that long to pee weird he's not around.

You walk outside, feeling deja vu from last night the breeze hits the same way.

“You should go inside, it’s cold out.” Ghost is standing leaned up against the brick wall next to the door.

“I was looking for you actually.”

He stands up straighter, shoulders held further.

“Lads looking? Not really in the mood to lose another game. Last time was enough.”

You laugh, the alcohol making it easier to relax around him. You're tipsy enough to have fake confidence for the time being but sober enough to make deductions wisely.

“No Simon, I’m looking. For you.”

“And I told you to stop, you don’t know what you’re thinking. You’re a nice girl yea? Find a nice young guy that can take you on dates and buy you flowers-

“I don’t want anyone else Simon. I want you because I’m in love with you!”

It seems like the whole world went silent after you said that. You’re steaming and don’t move your eyes away from him.

“Y/N.”

“I’m tired of pretending. I just had to tell you I couldn't hold it in any longer it was making me sick. I don’t care about fancy stuff, you should know that by now. I just want to be next to you.”

He approaches you, your neck craning to maintain contact.

“Y/N, I’m proper fucked up you know that? You’re too kind, too perfect to be ruined by a man like me.”

You sniff, the cold getting to you.

“I think you’re wonderful Simon really. You look out for everyone and make sure everyone is alright before looking after yourself. Let me please show you you’re worth loving in return.”

Your heart spills to him, spewing it’s contents violently.

“I’m not joking, I'm not ‘prince charming’ like you referenced earlier.”

“Even better.” You smile.

“Fuck it.”

Before you know it, he lifted the small portion of his mask to kiss you and you erupt, wrapping your arms securely around his neck as though you’ll fall if you don’t. His hands hover over your waist and you grab them and push them down onto your body and he pulls you close. He kisses you like it’s the last time, he makes up for all the times he should have, all the time he desperately wanted to.

He’s watched from afar for so long, your laugh creates sparks in his heart, seeing you make it back from another mission safely spurs him on. He would lay down his life for you and you don’t even know it.

He pulled back, mouth in the crook of your neck.

“Your place is nearby right?” You ask, rubbing his neck and down his back.

“Yea, yea it is.”

He leads you back, back to his den where he’ll draw you in with those eyes and that voice, calloused hands exposed from his gloves that will trace over your skin. The walk is in silence but you both are buzzing, the team won’t miss you, probably happy this chasing game is over with so peace can be established once more. He takes your hand as he leads you up the steps to his apartment, you grope his arm and he shoots you a sultry side-eye.

“Have I ever told you I love your arms?”

“You did just now love.”

Love, love, love. You want him to keep saying it.

He leads you in you’re caged in by his arms on the inside of the door. He looks you over head to toe.

“You look fuckin lovely tonight you know that? All I’ve been thinking about is tearing this top off of you and stripping you down.”

You shiver and bring your hands to run carefully from his abdomen up to his chest.

“You think of ripping my clothes off frequently?”

“Very.”

Stunned by his words and your head swimming he places his hands on your waist and lowers his head to your ear.

“Now if you’d allow me, I’d like to fuck you now.”

Hypnotized you speak.

“Yes please.”

His home is lowly lit and sparsely decorated, you assume he’s not here often or for long.

The bedroom is simple, a bed, two side tables, two lamps, and a dresser. An adjacent bathroom you can’t see.

“You have a nice place.”

“Well now I know you’re lying.”

You stand at the edge of the bed and he stands before you and his hands are on you again pushing you onto the bed you are surrounded by the smell of him, the deep umber and woodsy scent. 

“You know how many times I’ve pictured you in my bed?”

He’s inching your pants down your hips agonizingly slow as he speaks.

“How many times I fucked myself picturing you instead?”

“Ghost.”

“Nah none of that here, you’re gonna say my real name from now on and you’re gonna scream it alright?”

“Fuck Simon.”

“Yea. Just. Like. That.” Your pants are off and his hands move from your ankles up to your knees and caress to your inner thighs. His fingers skate your pantyline and your eyes are locked on his hand and he doesn't stop. His hands move over your hips and grip your waist before moving right below your breasts, he checks you with his eyes and you plead silently.

He cups you fully with both hands and you roll your head savoring his feelings.

“So fucking good love fuck.”

He strips you of your shirt and bra and you’re left exposed on his bed. He stands back to stare down upon you and you feel like a spread of food sitting on a stark white table ready to be consumed and ogled. He strips himself of his leather jacket leaving his quite form fitting black tee on.

You adjust under his gaze, his mask hides any expression but his eyes say so much. Raking over your body heavily and his chest rising and falling fast as though he had run a marathon.

“Simon.”

“Yea?”

“Do something.”

“Like what?” His voice is lighter now.

“Anything Simon!”

He laughs and places a knee in between your legs, spreading them wide to accommodate his other leg and hips.

“There we go, fuck all spread out underneath me.”

His hand is placed on your breast and rolls your nipples in his fingers, it moves down never leaving your skin until he reaches your core it’s hot and wet and he collects it on his fingers and when he finally touches you it’s like you’ve reached Valhalla. 

He slips a finger inside and it faces no resistance, you form around him and he slips in another starting a smooth rhythm.

“So tight, you think you’ll be able to take me huh love?” 

He’s pumping in you and you can hear how wet he’s made you, his eyes darting from his fingers to your face, thrown into pleasure.

He brings you to your peak so quickly you’re stunned and you grip his arm as you clench around him, his name being pulled from you like a mantra.

 You regain your mind and look at him as he slips from you and his fingers make their way under his mask, his eyes on your as he licks them clean tasting you on him.

“Sweetest fucking thing I ever tasted.”

He’s unbuckling his belt next, unzips his pants and pulls himself free. He's thick as all hell and a thick vein runs down the underside. It looks heavy and you pocket an idea for next time.

You're staring for a long time and his two fingers that just did unspeakable things to you tip your chin to look at him.

“Think you can handle it?”

“I can take it, just hurry up.”

“You’re always so impatient you know that.”

He places the tip at your entrance collecting your wetness to help with the initial push.

The stretch is delicious and you grip his arm and shoulder gasping at the feeling of being full of him.

“Fuck. Fuck you’re so fucking tight, squeezing me so fucking good.”

His one arm is braced at the side of your head, forearm spattered with tattoos burning your peripheral vision. The other holds himself, leading himself into you.

He’s seated fully inside and you feel split down the middle in the best way. Burning fire deep within you and you moan for him to move, creating the friction you need.

He starts moving and you both moan, he tips his head forward to watch where he enters you repeatedly.

“So good, fuck so big Simon.”

“You take it so well, love.”

His hand that once gripped himself holds your hip and moves himself like the ocean, fluid and rhythmic.

“Always dreamt about fucking you, you spread out of my bed while I fuck my cock deep into you.”

You throw your head back and he leans back, the warm air that was between you two leaving for the cold air of the room bringing your nipples to hard peaks which his eyes gravitate to.

“Alright c’mon love.”

He takes your ankles and your legs are on his shoulders. He thrusts that much deeper and hits the right spot to make you see spots.

“You like that, fuck I can see how deep I’m going in you.” 

His hand finds your and puts it on your lower stomach and pushes down so you can feel the way he thrusts within you and how deep he reaches, you clench around him.

“Yea you like that.” He's cocky like this, dominant and all controlling. You’re putty in his hand.

“Simon I’m close don't stop please, fuck please.”

He lifts his mask up over his lips and kisses your ankle, biting your calf when he growls and that's all you need to be pushed over the edge.

“Fuck, yea cum on my cock good fucking girl.”

He fucks you through it and leans down to be face to face again. Your legs draped over his shoulders and he hits the right spot with each thrust now, he’s battering you into the mattress and his growling with each thrust muttering about how good you feel and how nicely you wrap about him.

You claw at his chest through his shirt sobbing and babbling and moaning.

“Can’t even form a proper sentence, so drunk on my cock yea? You gonna be a good girl and cum again for me?”

The graphic noises from where the two of you are joining echos through the room and you hope his neighbors aren't home.

“Yes, yes Simon please please please.”

The bed is an orchestra of noises and he shoots a hand up to the headboard, his knuckles gone white from gripping it so hard. Your abdomen is tight, so tight and your so fucking close you just want to cum at the same time as him.

“Fuck fuck fuck, so tight and wet where do you want me to cum, fucking tell me.”

“Inside me, inside me it’s safe.”

Not a beat after that leaves your mouth he’s seating himself so deep within you, you feel him throbbing deep within you and your vision goes blurry, ears gone fuzzy as you both are thrown into the abyss at the same time. 

You hear a crack from above you but you pay no mind as your neck deep in pure white hot bliss.

“Fuckin hell love, really. Fuck.” He's panting, you’re panting.

You stroke his chest lovingly as he kisses your ankle as he slowly lowers your legs from his shoulders. He lowers his mask once more.

You glace up to where his hand still grips the headboard and a deep crack is ingrained in the wood.

You laugh.

“Jesus Simon, you fucked me so hard you broke your bed.” 

He removes his hand observing the wood and shrugging.

“Well worth it I’d say, I’ll invest in a sturdier one.”

“Are you saying you’ll invite me to your place more often?”

“Your place works too.”

You both banter as you both clean up, you shower and he washes the sheets and hangs around the kitchen, letting you some time to refresh.

You come out of the bathroom smelling like him, drowned in one of his shirts and he's leaned up against his kitchen island gazing blindly at the random rugby channel he turned on.

He slides you a beer and you take it gratefully, bumping your glasses together.

“I mean it Y/N, I’m not the kind of man you might be thinking.”

“No Simon, you’re exactly the man I’m looking for, you’re stuck with me now.”

There's a beat of silence before Simon speaks up again.

“I should probably thank Johnny for tonight right?”

“Yea, he pretty much told me to quit my bitching and confront you.”

He sips his beer, 

“Well, for once I can say thank fuck for Soap and his matchmaking skills.”

You laugh and stare at him in adoration, this is the start of something wonderful.

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Tag list: @theredviolets

[dammn-dean]

I saw that your requests were open and YAY!!!! I am such a sucker for Ghost and an injured reader and would love to read anything you tossed our way <3

Thank you so much for the request! I hope you enjoy this 🖤

Stitches

Pairing: Ghost (Simon Riley) x Female Reader

Words: 1800+

Warnings: Reader has a crush on Ghost, reader doesn't like getting stiches, medic!Reader, war inaccuracies, blood, probably out of character

“And you’re sure it’s okay?” You ask looking up at your Lieutenant. 

“It’s fine, Doc.” Was all he gave. 

You sigh as you finished wrapping gauze around the fresh stitching you did on Ghosts forearm. You reminded the team 100 times you were in no way a Doctor, so the nickname Doc didn’t make much sense, but you gave up arguing a long time ago. Accepting your role as “Doc” for the team. 

You were knelt in front of him, as he sat on some random bucket you had found. You were almost certain that it would crumble under his weight, but it was still holding strong. 

You gently ran your thumb over the seam of the bandage, it was already sealed but you always liked to give small reassuring touches after helping one of the boys. Especially with stitching. They all say that your stitches are the best, and don’t hurt but if you are being honest… there’s nothing more you hated than getting stitches. 

Your eyes lifting from the bandage to his deep amber eyes, as beautiful as ever. His eyes held yours, unblinking causing you to clear your throat and quickly stand. You were desperately hoping you didn’t look at him as pathetically as you felt. Yes… you were sweet on Ghost, and also yes it is getting harder to cover up. But you would never admit your silly little crush on your lieutenant out loud. 

You busied yourself packing your supplies back up. Feeling the warmth on your cheeks from the minimal interaction with Ghost. 

“Thanks,” he muttered. He shoved his sleeve back over the bandage before standing to head outside. 

It was day 3 of a week-long intel mission. You’ve run into a few hostile here and there, but luckily nothing major. This last little skirmish ended with the hostile dying almost immediately, but he left a mark on the lieutenant before death. A small knife had barely grazed Ghost during a small altercation. You had to practically bed for him to allow you to give him stitches. 

“We head out in 5!” Price orders for the doorway. 

You nod as you strap your med-pack into its spot. You toss the trash over into a corner of the room that you were currently using as a small stopping spot to recoup before heading back to the mission. You grab your rifle and sling it over your shoulder as you head outside to join the team. 

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Well everything couldn’t have stayed going smooth you suppose. That’s how you find yourself bleeding from your thigh, GSW. It hurts like hell. You couldn’t take a moment to inspect it, even if you did it wouldn’t help the pain right now. You were trying your best to keep up and provide cover fire for the rest of the team. 

It was chaos, hostiles everywhere, most have been eliminated at this point. But there were more up ahead. Specifically where you needed to end up for intel. 

Comms were as clear and concise as ever, Soap and Ghost were to the direct left of you planning their attack. While Gaz and Price have already pushed forward, inside the buildings as they were clearing a path for the rest of you. 

You were trying your best to keep your whimpers to yourself. Reminding yourself that this is what happens when you decide to become a field medic for the SAS. 

Ghost called your name over the comms, not grabbing your attention the first time. Which caused him to panic. Eyes searching for you to his right, and once he sees you he lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He called for you again, this time you heard him. 

“Yes LT? Sorry.” You held your voice as steady as you could manage. 

“Just making sure you’re alive,” he responded as deadpan as ever. 

You let out a small laugh, “Sorry to disappoint, but I am alive. For now.” 

He continued comms, gesturing the plan of attack for him and Soap. Commanding you where to shoot, and you can only do what is asked of you at this point. 

You are barely keeping up, but you are doing your best. Luckily the 141 are the best of the best, before too long all incoming hostiles are eliminated as you enter the room where the intel is supposed to be. 

Ghost and Soap beelined for a laptop, ghost typing away as Soap looks over the screen. Gaz was stationed outside, ensuring no unforeseen enemy soldiers showed up. Price was in a room, on the phone probably calling for exfil. 

You let the guys get to whatever it is they needed to do, you used their distraction as an away to inspect our injury. Slowly you backed into a wall to help lower yourself to the floor. Blood was everywhere making it hard to see the extent of the damage, you ripped the pant leg as much as you could to survey the wound. After gently feeling around you confirmed the bullet grazed the outside of your thigh. There was a chunk of flesh missing but it seemed to miss bones and any major arteries, great news. 

You tugged your rifle up and off of you, tossing it to the side. The noise causes Ghost to look in your direction. 

“Fuck,” Ghost grumbled your name. 

He slid the laptop that he was typing away at to Soap, quietly telling him to keep gathering the intel. Mission was almost complete. 

Ghost was by your side in seconds. “You didn’t think to tell us you were shot?” He huffed. 

“I’m managing,” you whispered with a small smile. Letting your head fall into the wall behind you. 

Ghost could see how much blood you have lost, from the fact most of the left pant leg was stained red from blood. ‘How long ago were you shot?’ he thinks to himself, upset that you didn’t say anything. Right now he just needed to stop the bleeding. He snagged the med-pack from your side, laid it on the ground and started rummaging through it. 

You let your eyes fall close, which of course worried Ghost.

“Stay with me, yeah?” He spoke gently, but firm. “This is going to sting… sorry,” he apologizes before cleaning the area as best as he could. He was just pouring the antiseptic through the hole in your pant leg, cleaning the wound while simultaneously removing some of the blood. 

You grit your teeth and before you know it he is done. Ghost did his best to be gentle while he checked the area. “Not too bad, yeah?” He questioned, pulling his eyes from your leg to your half opened eyes.

“Bullet grazed me pretty badly, but no major damage” you explained weakly. “Lots of blood loss.” 

“Looks like it,” Ghost affirmed. He tugged his gloves off, tossing them to the left of your injured leg before pouring antiseptic on his hands. 

That definitely caught your attention. “What are you doing??” You questioned as urgently as possible while being in your state. 

“You need stitches,” Ghost explained like it was obvious. 

“I think I will be okay,” you reassured him. “Just hand me some gauze and I’ll wrap it myself.” You went to reach for the med-pack. 

Ghost let out an exasperated sigh, stopping your outreached hand. Gently grasping it into his own. 

“Look at me love.” 

Eyes almost popping out of your head at the term of endearment. They landed on his, soft as you have seen them under the skull mask. 

“It’ll be alright, yeah?” He gave a curt nod. “I may not be as good as you giving stitches, and it may hurt a little… but I promise to be as gentle as I can. ‘Kay?” Ghost spoke softly to you, leaving you no choice but to believe him. 

You felt your throat tighten, but let out a small “Okay”. He let his thumb brush softly against your knuckles for probably a moment too long. Especially in your state, it felt like a lifetime. Your eyes closed at the gentle touch, causing him to think you were fading. 

“Eyes on me.” Your lieutenant demanded. 

You gently opened them to meet his yet again, small smile on your lips. 

Ghost pulled his hand from yours before reaching in your pack for scissors. Use them to gently cut a little bit more of your pan leg away.

You couldn’t even keep track of how many stitches you have given in your day, but it never made it any easier on you. There’s something about the sensation of getting stitches yourself that you can’t move past. 

You were shaking in anticipation, Ghost could see your fingers trembling from your lap. 

“Who would have thought, our Doctor doesn’t like getting stitches?” 

“Well I’m not a doctor… just a field medic Ghost,” you stated. “And yes... I hate getting stitches.” 

“Hasn’t even been two hours since you stitched up my arm, no problem.” He said rather matter of fact.

“Yes, I can give them no problem, I just hate getting them.” You felt the tips of your ears warm, feeling embarrassed. 

“It’s okay Doc,” he reassures you with a gentle hand on your bicep. “I should have protected you better, yeah?” 

You furrowed your eyebrows at that. “What do you mean?” 

“What kind of lieutenant lets his medic get shot?” He questions, tilting his head. 

Your heart sped up at that. Hearing him call you HIS medic, touched you more than it should. 

“You are the best LT… accidents happen,” you reassured him. “Now hurry up and do this before I change my mind.”  You attempted to joke. 

“Yes ma’am,” he replied. You must be borderline delirious, because you swear you hear his voice lit up like he was smiling.

Ghost is anything but a liar, he did try his best to be gentle but it still hurt like hell. You hated every second of it. Finally breathing out an air of relief as he started to wrap bandaging around your thigh. 

“Did good love,” Ghost cooed. Once your thigh was wrapped up enough to his liking. He gently ran his thumb over the seam of the bandage, mimicking your motion from earlier. The only difference was his soft touch on your thigh felt a way more intimate than intended. 

The blood loss, soft touches and sweet voice Ghost was putting you in an odd headspace. 

“Thank you…” you whispered. His amber eyes holding yours, his thumb inching off the bandage until it just barely touched the sensitive skin of the inside of your thigh. Your breath hitches and you swear you can see Ghost’s chest rise and fall a little heavier than usual. 

“Aye, Doc! Are you good to walk?” Soap asked as he closed the laptop. “Got what we needed, let’s go.” 

Ghost ripped his hand from you and stood immediately. His arm held out to you, to help you off the floor. 

“Let’s get you home, Doc.” 

Thank you for reading! Please let me know if you enjoyed it, and let me know if you have any ideas or requests.

[jinx-s-things]

Scream characters at the beach

Characters: Sidney Prescott, Billy loomis, Tatum Riley, Mickey Altieri, Jill robert, Amber Freeman

Amber Freeman

��She detests the beach but still goes because you love it. She brings all the stuff like: sunscreen, towels, sunglasses but most importantly; food.

•Wears a black sunhat to Match with her black one piece swimsuit and her sunglasses.

•Sunbathing the entire day but forgot to put on sunscreen so she got a sunburn.

•Went with you to get ice cream

•hates the sand getting everywhere and in her hair.

•Complains about how hot it is and there too many people.

•Watches the sunset with you

Sidney Prescott

•Sidney enjoys going to the beach and having fun. She brought a picnic and activities while you brought the towels and other stuff.

•you and Sidney never have time to chill out and have time together so going to the beach was perfect.

•She wore just a simple dress and sunglasses, she brought sandals but took them off when you two got there.

•Loves the ocean but doesn’t go deeper than past her knees.

•Collects seashells to give to you

•You both go for a walk around the beach

Tatum Riley

•Tatum likes the beach but also doesn’t she only goes to tan. She brings all her stuff with her like sunglasses changes of clothes water and more.

•Doesn’t really go into the water she only sits on a chair with an umbrella reading magazines.

•You then had a picnic and chilled until it was time to pack up.

Jill Roberts

•Jill doesn’t mind the beach she would rather be somewhere else but she only goes because of you.

•of course she brought her phone and skin care.

•takes pictures of you and her to post, she brought a ton of clothes to change into

•Just like Amber she forget to wear sunscreen and was absolutely mortified when her face was red as a tomato.

•goes into the water for a while before going back to lying down.

Billy loomis

•He hates it so much all the people, the sun and the horrible sand always digging into his feet.

•Lyes on the blanket the entire time does not go anywhere but to get something to eat .

•Complains a lot

•put way to much sunscreen on

•He had sunglasses on the whole day

•Watches the sunset with you then you both went home.

Mickey Altieri

•Mickey likes the beach, he brought loads of stuff like a surfboard, towels, even more towels, food and his most favourite thing; his camera.

•He likes to surf, not very good at it

•Films everything and everyone, he got on everyone’s nerves.

•Builds a sandcastle, he killed the person that knocked it over.

•He caused a commotion because he yelled SHARK everybody then dashed out the sea

he got escorted off the beach.

[wolftakeda]

Name: Riley Takeda Occupation: Public Defender Age: 30 Sexuality: Queer Pronouns: She/They Species: Werewolf Clan/Pack/Coven: No Pack Hometown: San Diego, California Relationship Status: Single Personality Traits: Resourceful, Argumentative, Compassionate, Perceptive, Blunt, Obsessive, Hedonistic, Stubborn, Fair

Biography (tw: child abuse, body horror, gaslighting; does it count as cannibalism if it's a werewolf?, suicidal ideation, parental death)

The first time she sees her father's wolf is when she is six years old. She hadn't been watching where she was going and accidentally knocked a picture frame over, shattering the glass. Cold eyes flashed amber, and her tiny arm snapped like a toothpick under his grip. The break has healed by the time her mother takes her to the medical center on base, telling the nurses she was complaining of a 'sore arm'. X-rays are taken, doctors and nurses examine her, and none of them can find anything wrong with her.

'She fell while she was playing. You know how kids are. I just wanted to make sure my baby girl was okay, you know? She's everything to me.'

Badges and patches adorn the front of her mother's uniform, similar to the ones on her fathers, and no one questions the odd occurrence. Kids are hardy little creatures, they bounce back quick. Riley learns quickly to do everything she can to stay out of the way, but the temper of a born werewolf with combat PTSD is a dangerous combination. Her mother continues to look away, the extent of her care amounting to taking them to the hospital once the visible marks had faded. It seems to reassure her that it's fine as long as there is no lasting physical damage. By twelve, Riley had a reputation for having psychosomatic symptoms, and in the end, she knew they were never going to help her anyways.

The first moon nearly kills her. Her father forces her to share the same small bunker with him to monitor her progress. One by one, her bones shatter and agony flickers through every nerve ending. She fights it, terrified of becoming exactly like the monster that her father was, who wouldn't be able to control the violent, bloodthirsty urges. He is a wolf within the first 90 minutes, while she writhes in pain for the next three hours. He snarls at her, and she knows he is telling her to hurry up, can still read the hatred in his eyes even in lupine form. Her throat is hoarse from screaming by the time the transformation finishes.

The details of that night are a blur, but she will never forget waking up a pool of sticky, drying blood, and her father smiling at her for the first time that she could remember. With a glint in his eye like he was proud of her. He showed her what her wolf left behind, the remains of two campers, ripped to shreds by their jaws. Her belly was full and she could taste blood at the back of her throat, flesh stuck between her teeth and Riley wretched. The proud smile disappears. When he starts beating her, she thinks he might actually kill her this time. Distantly, she hopes for it, but her mother once more intervenes. Riley isn't sure which one she hates more. Her father for hurting her in the first place, or her mother, for thinking that she is saving her.

Riley runs away as soon as her wounds have healed enough. A haphazard plan born out of desperation. There's no one she can turn to, nowhere she knows to go, so she picks a direction and sticks with it. She blends in as best she can, taking a bus as far east as Arizona with the money she had saved up. When the attendant asks where they're going and whether they have an adult with them, they calmly meet his eye and lie through their teeth, explaining that their grandparents are meeting them at the other end. The man is charmed by their politeness, doesn't see anything outright wrong with the situation and tells them to enjoy their trip. He even slips them an extra packet of crackers when he walks back down the aisle to check on things.

The first place they go after getting off the bus is the nearest library. It's four in the afternoon, and Riley doesn't look out of place as they walk among the aisles. They find books on local flora and fauna, with basic survival guides and tips on how to forage for food. They find an open computer and begin to take notes, carefully copying down information on anything they could get their hands on. They don't notice the librarian watching curiously as they scurry back and forth through the aisles.

When the library closes, she stops Riley as she is putting all of the books back in their rightful spot, and offers her a place to stay for the night. The young wolf hesitates, but it's getting dark and while she is still adamant about getting away from her parents, she also doesn't remember the last time she'd spent the night away from them. Were they looking for her? Would they be furious? Either way, the offer of an actual bed and a warm meal is too tempting to turn down and Riley agrees.

She ends up staying with the librarian for ten days, and leaves before the next full moon. It's the nicest ten days Riley remembers in her fourteen years. The woman seems to understand the jumpiness and wariness, not offended when Riley flinches away or bothered when she asks questions about anything and everything that she'd read about. Sometimes Riley wonders what might have happened if she had stayed and told the librarian the truth about the wolf. If she would have taken it in stride like everything else and helped, or if Riley had done the right thing to spare her the knowledge of monsters.

Riley realizes after a month that her parents aren't looking for her. There aren't any news bulletins or amber alerts warning the public to keep an eye out for her. She wonders if they think so little of her that they assume she would come back on her own, or do they simply not care to look at all? Rather than dwelling on that unanswerable question, she slowly makes her way across the country. The werewolf works where she can, and public libraries become her refuge. She reads about any topic that strikes her interest, absorbing all sorts of knowledge not just about survival in the wilderness, but also about the human systems that failed her. And every month, she forces wolfsbane down her throat and chains herself to the sturdiest tree she can find to keep the wolf from getting loose.

Riley makes it to New York City by the time she's 18. She enrolls in the city college under her real name and waits a few weeks for her parents to find her, but no one comes knocking. After a few months, she has settled into a routine of working shitty retail jobs while attending night classes. Her attendance is good and her work product solid enough to excuse the occasional absence on full moon nights. It becomes an actual life that Riley begins to feel like is hers. She gets her degree and goes on to law school, falls in love for the first time, and quickly learns why first loves are hard to maintain when you are hiding a second life.

'Your father is dying. You have let this go on long enough.'

Honestly, she doesn't recall the details of that night either, just remembers frustration and yelling, slamming of doors and tears. Then silence. Riley flies back to San Diego in the morning.

The man she finds is a shell of the one who occupied her nightmares, and that alone was worth coming back. To be in the room and watch as he took his final breath, knowing he could never torment her again. The grief takes her mother a few months later. She would probably say something corny and cliche about wolves mating for life. Riley buries them both with their military honors and only cradles her right arm during the funerals before flying back to New York.

Work consumes her and Riley lets it. She sees what the most depraved people in the world are willing to do, human and supernatural alike. She fights to keep innocent people from being locked up in a system that treats them like monsters, when she knows that there are much worse things out there. Recently, she has made her way to Port Leiry for a change of pace and an attempt to rectify past mistakes. When she isn't fighting the state over the inequalities that are in the human world as a public defender, Riley tries her best to offer pro bono services to people in the supernatural world who need a supernatural lawyer for whatever reason.

Wanted Plots / Connections

Clients - In legal trouble of the criminal variety? Think the state is discriminating against you? As a PD, Riley provides a first line of defense for people against the human legal system. These can be human or supernatural creatures who are having issues with the law, whether they know about supernatural creatures or not. Riley is a bleeding heart who cares too much for her own good and I'm sure that will be no problem whatsoever with her with her werewolf temper.

Pack / Fellow Wolves - Riley is a born wolf who has never been part of a traditional pack. Until she ended up in New York with her re-entry into society, the only experience she'd had with another werewolf was her father, which was not a pleasant relationship to say the least. She has an instinctive fear response to other wolves, and has no desire to join a pack.

Vampires - As a whole, they're fine with vampires. They'd be a hypocrite if they harped on the fact that they feed on humans. However, Riley hates injustice so thinks it's absolutely bullshit that some vampires walk around and there are no consequences for their actions.

Witches - Riley is probably most comfortable with witches when it comes to other supernatural creatures. They can be shitty just like anyone other group of people, but they find something comforting in the magic that tends to wrap around them.

Hunters - Unlike a lot of supernatural creatures, Riley has fortunately not personally had a negative experience with hunters. While she doesn't agree with what they do, she can understand their frustration about a system that seems to accept human lives as acceptable collateral damage.

[mintfm]

i absolutely love this so much! mwf?

thank you so much for your kind words! i gave some mwf here and i'd love to see any of them here. but some more that come to mind today: yandeh sallah, amber riley, dina denoire, tahirah sharif, nicola coughlan, jodie comer, angel locsin, hannah pangilinan, renee rapp, erana james, han sohee, charithra chandran, simone ashley, alisha boe, morgan holmstrom, beabadoobee, issa rae, karina/yoo jimin, tzuyu, sophie wilde, naomi scott, katherine mcnamara, abigail cowen, kutsuna shioli, eri tachibana, kylie verzosa, jihyo, angelina jolie, dara reneé, yvette nicole brown, sophia ali, emily rudd, leigh-anne pinnock, jade thirlwall, raven bowens (i've never seen her be used but she's got great gif packs), rutina wesley, dominique fishback, tabria majors, choerry/choi yerim, and paloma elsesser.

[hqmutants]

May I ask for more mw please?

many have been listed already but looking through the gif pack tags here is such a fun way to see new faces . adding to who i said before i'd love to see jade eshete , ayla channelle scott , im jinah , park minyoung , seo yeji , amber riley , greta onieogou , salma hayek , jung hyoyeon , damaris lewis , angela bassett , mozhan marno , jessica lucas , shin ryujin , samantha logan , jasmine tookes . antonia gentry , melissa mccarthy , members of twice , lauren ridloff , renee rapp , kaylee bryant , antje traue , alaqua cox , tati gabrielle , jodie turner smith , tao okamoto , kristin scott thomas , jennifer aniston , reese witherspoon , isla fisher , ruth gemmell , retta , jodie comer , emily blunt , meryl streep , sandra oh , hamish linklaker , jude law , isaiah mustafa , tenoch huerta , ismael cruz cordova , murakami  nijiro ,  danny sapani , jeremy pope , shin hakyung , gong jung ,  jay fernandez , andrew scott , selahattin pesari , tovino thomas , benjamin walker , daniel kaluuya , pedro pascal , oscar isaac , chaske spencer , danush , billy crudup , ncuti gatwa , james mcavoy , ee soohyuk , gil birmingham , matthew goode , idris elba , shahid kapoor , david tennant , arjun rampal , shah rukh khan , jeremy irons , brian michael smith , daveed diggs , lin manuel miranda , daniel craig , hiroomi tosaka , steven yeun , aj saudin and manu rios .

[pochunts]

AMBER RILEY GIF PACK

— ✰ on the page linked below in the SOURCE LINK, you will find ( FIVE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SIX ) hq gifs of AMBER RILEY sourced from her role as JACKIE TURNER in ONE CHRISTMAS WISH (aka MY ONE CHRISTMAS WISH) (2015). amber is 35 but was 29 while filming this movie. she is of african-american ( unspecified ) descent, so please cast her accordingly. all gifs were cropped at 245x145 and were made from scratch by feifer for roleplaying purposes only. therefore, i am taking full credit for these. DO NOT: add these gifs to any other gif hunts, gif sets, edit, redistribute, claim as your own, use in real-life celebrity rps, smut rps or for smut writing. DO: please give this post a like or reblog if you found these useful or have any intention of using these.

gifs feature: Jarod Joseph, Priscilla Faia, Pendo Muema, Matreya Fedor, Camille Sullivan, Ken Tremblett.

warnings/triggers: this film is based on a true story and contains topics of abuse, abandonment, and neglect. there are no gifs that portray those but please be mindful of this when using any gifs from this pack.

sidenote: there are minors who make a small appearance in a couple of gifs throughout this pack, please be considerate of that when using any gifs that feature them.

[kaceyrps]

213 gifs of Amber Riley in Christmas Déjà Vu (part two) can be found in the source link. these are all from scratch so please don’t edit or claim as your own. if you plan on using these gifs like and/or reblog this post.

triggers: hospitals, alcohol, food

[headinthestaticsky]

Frozen Within the Night Wind: Jasper Hale x Fleur Swan, Chapter 11.

None of the characters in Twilight belong to me, all rights go to Stephenie Meyer.

Authors note:I was reading up on the Newborn Battle and saw that it took place in June... I get that snow storms can happen on mountains but why is everyone else wearing jackets in the battle haha.

"When the mako flies Up from the bottom in your eyes Then I know the twilight skies Are not so broken hearted."

Stylo by, Gorillaz

Today was the day, they would finally arrive ending the constant tension of the inevitable battle. We all stood tense in the field, the wolves were hiding so they weren't immediately sought after.

"Fleur, do you think you could track Riley? We need to know how close he is." Esme asked.

"On it... They aren't to far from here, it'll take them about... 2 minutes before they find us. They're falling for Bella's blood trap quite easily."

"That's good, we don't need them finding her." Carlisle said.

I felt someone grab my hand I turned and looked at them, Jasper was staring back at me.

"We're gonna be fine." He said. I turned my head due to the sound of rustling coming from the far side of the field. I looked back at him and smiled.

"I know we are."

I then saw the crowd coming toward us, they all were yelling. We then began to run toward them as soon as the got close enough both Jasper and I punched two of the vampires heads off. The rest of us had separated at that point as the new born vampires spread out. Two vampires came toward me both of them trying to take out my head. I dunk under them both easily and took out there legs, leaving them defenseless. I then took off both of there heads, another vampire snuck up behind my and grabbed me by the back of my neck, I grabbed both of there hands and flipped them over, crushing there head into the ground and shattering it.

I looked around me and saw Paul with two vampires on his back, I quickly made it toward him. Kicking two other vampires in the process and flipping over another one that was being chased by a wolf before making it to him. I ripped the first one off his body taking it's head clean off with it. Paul had gotten the other one off of him and looked at me quickly before running off again. I ran toward a tree and rock, suspecting someone to be hiding there. My theory proved to be correct, I saw a girl coming out of the little nook.

She looked about 15 years old and scared out of her mind. I stopped myself from attacking her and saw Carlisle and Esme next to me, we were unsure about her.

"Let's leave her here...I really don't think she'll try anything. She looks absolutely terrified." I said Esme and Carlisle nodded. I then ran back toward the fight. I was in the midst of a power struggle with one vampire, my arms, shoulders, sides of my neck, and cheeks began to crack from the pressure. It was unbearable, it was as if a thousand needles were stabbing each individual nerve rendering it useless. Suddenly the pressure was gone and angry amber eyes looked down at the vampire's dismembered body. I healed quickly thankfully and Jasper and I ran off together to defeat the remaining vampires left. They had all been taken out with ease with the exception of a few. Before we both could react a vampire bite Jasper right on the neck, trying to tear apart his skin. Jasper had let out a yell due to the pain and I quickly pushed him off of Jasper, stomping his head in. Emmett and Paul took out the last vampire. When we all dragged them to the middle of the field to burn them I noticed I never saw Riley.

"Hey... did any of you guys run into Riley?"

I saw uncertain faces on the Cullens, which gave me the answer.

I decided to track him, to see if he was still around. I saw him stalking up a mountain, Bella and Edward suddenly came into view.

"Riley... listen to me. Victoria is just using you to distract me. She knows I’ll kill you. In fact, she’ll be glad she didn’t have to deal with you anymore." Edward stated.

Bella looked terrified behind him. I saw Victoria come down a tree landing on a rock covered in snow.

"Don’t listen, Riley. I told you about their mind tricks." Victoria persuaded.

"I can read her mind. So I know what she thinks of you." Edward interjected.

"He's lying."

"She only created you and this army to avenge her true mate, James. That’s the only thing she cares about. Not you."

Riley turned his head to her, and an unsure look was on his pale, deadly face.

Victoria froze, her eyes slightly widened.

"There's only you, you know that!" She said.

Riley then began to walk toward Edward again, Both he and Bella backed up.

"Think about it. You’re from Forks, you know the area. That’s the only reason she chose you. She doesn’t love you."

"Riley, don’t let him do this to us. You know I love you."

Riley turned his head back to Edward a smirk was on his face.

"You're...dead."

I broke out of trance before a fight could break out.

"Guys...They're both with Edward and Bella..."

All of the Cullens's eyes widened with shock.

"Look I got a plan, Dean, you're the second-fastest in the family so you need to get that girl out of here take her back to the house... I have a feeling the Volturi are going to show up and I don't think they'll spare her. I am going to get as close to the fight as I can from the mountains and try to get Victoria to hallucinate again. We don't have any time to waste, MOVE IT!" I demanded before running toward the fight. I could hear Jasper in the distance as I kept running.

"That's my girl..."

As I ran it felt like I was having deja-vu, it reminded me of the ballet studio situation 2 years ago. That same mantra was going through my head. "Please...let me get there in time." No matter how cruel and unkind Bella could be...I couldn't stand the thought of her getting killed by the cold hands of revenge.

Flashback: 4 years ago.

"THAT'S IT... I CAN'T STAND TO BE AROUND YOU TWO ANYMORE!" I yelled at Bella and Renee.

"OH GET OVER YOURSELF, YOU'RE THE ONE ALWAYS CAUSING TROUBLE AROUND HERE!" Renee yelled back.

"Causing trouble....CAUSING TROUBLE? WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO THIS TIME?"

"YOU WATCH YOUR MOUTH YOUNG LADY! I HAVE RAISED YOU FOR 15 YEARS!"

"THAT DOESN'T MAKE YOU A GOOD MOTHER!"

"How dare you..."

"What did I do.... what do I always do? Want love? Reassurance? Someone I can trust? That's not "causing problems"... that's something a parent should give to their child. Oh sorry... both of their children!"

"Well...it's hard to give that to a child you just can't stand. You act just like your father..."

"You say that like it's an insult... my father is an intelligent, compassionate man, I'm glad you left him... I didn't want to see him get abused like me."

Bella just sat back and smirked, enjoying the chaos that was in front of her.

"If you love him so much why don't you go live with him."

"Fine... I will just buy the damn plane ticket and I swear I will never come back here again!"

"I will... Bella will finally be able to get away from your poisonous mind."

I scoffed and rolled my eyes before speaking again.

"Goodbye Renee, I'll see you at my wedding. I know you won't be able to resist showing up, you'll have so much fun at the open bar being the boozer you were meant to be. Your speech will probably be you upchucking on the stage. It'll be a hit with the guest."

Renee and Bella's eyes widened with shock. Renee decided to speak up.

"Like you'll ever get married... no sane person would want to be with a disgraceful woman such as you."

I ignored her, I stopped at Bella and looked at her.

"Isabella... get away from her, you'll end up just as toxic and abusive as she is." I then ran upstairs and started packing my bags... eager to leave.

Flashback: OVER

I ran up the mountain and saw a glimpse of the fight, Victoria and Riley held Edward by the arms and neck. Bella stood there paralyzed in fear. I prayed that this plan would work, I tried creating that image of James again but instead... my body changed turning into him. I stood there for a second shocked before making my way up to them. Victoria froze in fear, Riley looked at her in confusion, and Bella and Edward didn't know what to think.

"J-james... how... how are you here? She isn't here is she?" Victoria asked.

I prayed my voice would've changed along with my appearance before I spoke.

"Who? Fleur... no no no, she's too busy dealing with the army you created with... this pipsqueak. I said, my voice was not of my own.

She dropped Edward, which in return made Edward throw off Riley who was then dragged away by a wolf... it seemed to be Seth.

"VICTORIA!" "VICTORIA HELP!"

Seth pulled him down the slope, I could still hear him scream on the way down. Edward just observed us, pulling Bella behind him again.

"James... you have to understand I did this for us, I thought you were dead. Why didn't you come and find me?"

"I did find you...but then I saw what you were doing, whoring yourself out there after you came back from Texas... persuading that man by kissing him the same way you kissed me. You're disgusting!"

"James no... please don't do this."

"You should know...we began this by me hunting you... you've always been my prey. And now..."

My voice switched back to my own.

"I will take you out the same way I intended to from the beginning."

Her eyes widened but before she could escape I snapped her neck, ripping her head off a few seconds later.

"Whoa..." I heard Bella say meekly.

Edward handed me a lighter he was carrying, I lit it and threw it on her body, it busted into flames. I saw Seth carrying Riley back up, he too was dead. I threw him in the fire too, making sure both of them were taken out.

"Fleur... Carlisle said you could make hallucinations... but you completely morphed into James." Edward said in shock.

"T-that's the first time I have ever done that..."

Before either of us could say anything Edward gasped.

"What is it?" Bella asked.

"Alice needs us to go...NOW!"

[princelyhelp]

ok but i was thinking of joining sanguishq... what are sum of ur fave darskinned fcs if i may ask? 👀

YOU CAME TO THE RIGHT PLACE ANON!!! let's see we got kofi siriboe, ryan destiny, alex newell, alimi ballard, amber riley, anna diop, aubrey joseph, chibuikem uche, danielle brooks, MOTHERFUCKING DUCKIE THOT, gabrourey sidbe ( i almost called this poor woman precious OAIGJAIGA ), idris elba, john boyega, KIKI LAYNE, sinqua walls, susie wokoma, and trevante rhodes!

this isn't a lot because we lack resources for black fcs who aren't zendaya ( love you girl!!! ) which is obviously a problem!! when i finish my current gif pack projects,,,, imma gift us with so many black fcs y'all are gonna give me a medal

also this list became more of ' more black fcs i want to see in the rpc ' vs dark skinned fcs OIAJGAOIGA MY FAULT ANON

[lilywoood]

For The First Time {Drake/MC} Part 3/ 4?

Author note : I’m still deciding if it should be a serie or if i should stop it after part 4, it’s up to you guys ♥ :)

Summary : Bertrand & Maxwell return from the airport breaking the new of Riley departure to the rest of the group while Drake still struggle with the aftermath of his decision

Word Count : 1741

Rating : T

tag list : @butindeed @decisso @drakesfiance @simplyaiden-blog

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He was drained, exhausted, depressed, he couldn’t believe it, couldn’t believe them, couldn’t accept that she was gone, that she left, that she was never coming back, he couldn’t believe that she didn’t put a fight like she had used him to, couldn’t picture her willingly accept to go back there, to her simple and boring life, he couldn’t but she did, she left without a word, without a fight, she had accepted her fate and it was all his fault...

He never saw Maxwell so devastated before, not even after he told him and Riley about House Beaumont situation, not even after his father’s death, this time Maxwell was crestfallen and they were nothing he could do because he was the reason, he was the one who destroyed all her hopes, he was the reason why Liam would never be happy anymore and would suffer a loveless marriage, he was the one who definitely doomed Maxwell and Bertrand’s future, he was the one who made Hanna loose her only friend, he felt like the angel of death bearer of bad news and sorrow.

-Did she...did she told you why she choose to go, Liam asked sadness clear in his voice.

-No, Maxwell sighed, but you should have seen her, he added, she was so broken so small, he said messing with his hair frustrated, I...I never saw her like that...I never imagined she could look like that, he croaked sitting dejectedly on the sofa

His chest was aching, he felt his heart breaking even more, regret and remorse tearing it down, he needed a drink or severals, he needed to leave the room, he needed fresh air because he wasn’t sure he could stay there and listen to Maxwell talking about her even more without breaking down, and he was persuaded that he couldn’t stay by Liam’s side comforting him when his heart was also grieving Riley.

-She wasn’t Lady Riley back there, Bertrand emphasized, she...she was so damaged, he sadly revealed, she was closing up it was as if she stopped trusting people.

-Those fucking bastards, Liam cursed, they can’t rest without causing havoc, he grumbled.

-I don’t think she left because of the photos, Maxwell admitted.

-Then why, Liam wondered.

He couldn’t do it, he couldn’t look them in the eyes knowing he was the cause of Riley’s quitting, if he hadn’t broken her by admitting his feelings she would have probably stayed, she would have forgot the little crush she had developed for him and moved on with Liam, she would have been a queen in training and everyone would have been happy everyone except him but it was always better than the actual situation.

He felt like choking, his tie was starting to get to tight and his heart was beating so fast he was almost sure everyone could hear it, his palms where sweaty and his hands trembling he really needed a drink and a smoke, so he left the room getting on the balcony, getting in the crime scene.

Memories crippled their way through his broken mind, her teary face, smudged makeup, the feel of her little hands gripping his shoulders tightly and the sound of hoarded voice begging him to pick her...

His eyes were fixed on the amber liquid in his hand, his glass was almost empty but it didn’t fill the whole in his heart no matter how many glass he drank he couldn’t forget her devastated expression when he stepped back, when he choose to let her go...

-Are you going to mop there and give up on her like that, Bastien asked him coming out of his hideout.

-You don’t know anything, he retorted incomprehensibly eyes still fixed in his drink, there is nothing I can do, he sighed defeated.

-You could fight for her, Bastien stated, that what she wanted I guess.

-Liam loves her, Drake chucked bitterly, he can give her what I can’t.

-Are you sure about that, the bodyguard asked, because from what I gathered tonight at the party and later at the airport I’m quite sure that his highness can’t give her what she want Drake.

-She would open her eyes one day or another, he stated stubbornly, she will see that I’m not couple material I’m damaged good, he stifled, hell I wouldn’t pick myself given the choice, he growled.

-She picked you nonetheless, Bastien quietly answered patting his shoulder in a comforting way, she’s not you and you’re not her.

-What are you trying to say, he grunted pinching the bridge of his nose.

-You can’t decide for her, Bastien explained, she’s in San Francisco by the way, he added before leaving.

He stood frozen in his place going through his conversation with Bastien, going through all the events of that goddamned night. The sadness was quickly replaced by rage and frustration, making him throw his glass against the nearest wall, he was clutching and unclenching his fists.

He didn’t know what to do he was torn between his feelings for her and his friendship with Liam, he couldn’t risk losing his best friend but in the other hand he was tempted to be selfish just for once in his life he was tempted to get his own share of happiness tempted to get his life back, the life he put on hold when Leo came to him six years ago.

It was a real struggle for him, did his happiness was worth sacrificing Liam’s, was it worth risking House Beaumont future even more, did he deserved it and what if it didn’t work between them what if he decided to go to her and in the end he would lose all that he had for a brief relationship, one who would end after two weeks.

He needed to calm down and think but he couldn’t, everything happened so fast, one minute she was there begging him to take a chance on them and the next she was back home in the US hiding from him and Liam, broken hearted and depressed.

He let out a long sigh before digging out a pack of cigarettes from his inside pocket, his tux still smelled like her making him laugh crisply, he struggled a bit to lite his cigarette the wind was blowing a little bit too hard they were close to autumn now, he wondered if it was windy in America....

-I thought you had quit smoking after Savanna’s departure, he heard Bertrand ask from behind.

-Guess I lied, he responded leaning on the balcony rail taking another puff of his cigarette, I’m sorry, he said after some time.

-About what, Bertrand asked dumbfounded.

-About Davis being gone, he sighed, I know how important it was for you that she stayed in the competition, he said sharing a glance at Bertrand.

-I really don’t care about our family situation right now, the older man stated, over the course of months I came to get attached to her she became family for us, he avowed crossing his arm in frustration, we went to retrieve her because she’s family and we never give up on family but she was so shattered she didn’t believe a word we said, he lowered his head, it’s broke me to see her like that and it broke Maxwell too we were both powerless we didn’t fight enough to make her stay it’s our fault truly you shouldn’t beat yourself for our failure, he counted patting Drake’s shoulder.

He felt even more guilty, people were trying to understand why she left, blaming themselves for her departure when in reality it had been his fault, he had destroyed her, he had broken her to the point where she withdrew from anyone, to the point she’d rather live half a life than fighting and move on with Liam, the man who was as heel over head for her as Drake was, the guy who could give her what she wanted and even more, she had picked Drake every time and he...he had wrecked her and all his friends in return...

-You didn’t fail her I did, Drake admitted somberly, I..., he chucked dryly shaking his head, I’m always ruining thing for everyone my mother was right about that at least, he choked tears falling, he quickly jerked them off his face with the back of his hand.

-Drake none of that is your fault, Bertrand insisted squeezing his shoulder.

-But it is, he half yelled, I am the one who broke her, he confessed voice trembling, I...I didn’t...none of that would have happened if...

-Listen I know that you feel responsible of it and I might have an idea of why you do so, Bertrand interrupted, but blaming yourself won’t help, it won’t make her comeback.

-Why are you telling me this, Drake asked, you’re not supposed to console me, you should be mad.

-She didn’t leave because of you, he insisted, she left because she was forced to and because she felt like they were nothing for her, he supposed.

Drake stayed silent processing everything that had been said, he was still weighing his options, still worrying about how Liam would feel if he decided to fight for Riley, he was picturing the betrayed face of his best friend he if he came hands in hands with his dream girl, he was trying to imagine how their relationship would change because of that...

It wasn’t pretty, and the more he tried to foresee that the less he was sure about going after her, he didn’t want to resent her if things with Liam were to go down, he didn’t want her to be on the spotlight again and shamed for her choices...

-Don’t make the same mistake I made, Bertrand stated remorseful.

-What mistake, Drake bided focusing his attention on the older man.

-Don’t try convincing yourself that you’re doing the right thing by giving up because trust me you’re not, he displayed pursing his lips.

The night was getting colder, but the weather wasn’t the cause of his numbness, the apathy was caused by the whole he dug in his heart by rejecting her, gazing one last time at the horizon he went back inside to join the other his heart barred his members heavy, he was in a constant struggle since he learned that she left...

And yet he couldn’t bring himself to go get her, he couldn’t betray Liam.

[niazha16]

Jey Uso Imagine/drabble... Not the best writer won’t ever claim to be... For anon

TW: Uh violence yea

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Jey Uso Imagine/Drabble: For anon…

Tasha: Amber Riley

Jey: Jey

Ex BF: Lance Gross

With appearances by The Bloodline…

 Tasha was sitting on the bed watching Jey pack for his overseas trip to Puerto Rico, Panama, and Costa Rica. He had asked you repeatedly if you were sure you didn’t want to come with him and you kept saying yes. Your ex was out on probation and Jey didn’t want to risk you getting hurt by your ex while he was gone.

“Babygirl, I would really like it if you came with me to this tour. You are pregnant and I’m not risking you or lil man’s health.”

“Pepe lea ou te manuia.”

You had been learning Samoan for the past 3 months just so you and Jey can both talk to the baby in Samoan even if yours wasn’t that good.

“Don’t think cause you speakin Samoan to me is going make me drop this cause it ain’t.”

You started to laugh your fiancé’s country accent was coming out and whenever it did it made you giggle.

“Your country accent is coming out Mr. Grump but trust me I will be fine. Plus, I have Naomi and Tamina on speed dial if anything.”

Jey packed the last of his belongings for the overseas closing his bag, looking at you with those brown eyes of his. He licked his lips before he went to you and stood you up on your feet. His hands immediately going to your round stomach his 6’2 frame hovering over your 5’3 frame.

“Alright teineitiiti pepe. If you need anything and I mean anything you call the girls or call me job or not you and pepe tama come first.”

“I got you boo. Now you go and kick ass. I know Joe and Jimmy is out there waiting for you. So, go ahead. Make sure to give my brothers a hug and kiss for me.”

Jey looked unsure but he knew he had a flight to catch so he couldn’t hassle you. He grabbed his bag before giving you a kiss on the lips and bending down to kiss your stomach in which he felt a small kick and he smiled big. He left the house and went and got in the car with his brothers what Jey didn’t see is a black convertible pulling up. You were getting ready to go into the kitchen when you heard the doorbell ring you thought it was either Naomi or Tamina to come hang out with you. That’s why you didn’t bother to check you said come in and went into the kitchen to make you and lil man something to eat.

“Well baby doll I see nothing has changed about you.”

You froze in your tracks hearing the voice of the one man you never thought you would see again your ex Jason. You turned around and he had this smirk on his face, scaring you. He still looked the same smooth chocolate skin, pretty teeth, kept his goatee nice and trimmed and still had a fade.

“Why are you here?”

“That’s simple to get what’s mine which is you and that baby in your stomach. See baby I told you we weren’t done and I meant that.”

“You need to leave Jason.”

You tried to walk around him but he wouldn’t let you. His 6’0 frame hovering over your 5’3 frame it used to turn you on when he did that but now it scares the shit out of you.

“Now Tasha, why you acting like this baby ain’t mine? You know when I went to jail you was pregnant.”

“This baby ain’t yours Jason it’s Jey’s who is my fiancé. So, leave…”

Before you can say anything else Jason back handed you causing you to fall back on to the floor. Jason grabbed you by your throat and picked you up with one hand before throwing you to the other side of the kitchen. Jason took his jacket off uncuffing his sleeves before walking to where you were at on the floor. What Jason didn’t know is the bloodline had just walked in the house and seen what he had did to you. Jey instantly felt his blood boil along with Joe and Jimmy, Jey took his shirt off and stood behind the kitchen door waiting.

“You must have forgotten who the hell I am. Let me remind you I am the man that holds your life and this lil bastard’s life in the palm of my hand. I am the man that can kill you.”

“How you gon kill somebody when you gon be dead ya damn self.”

Jason turned around and before he could connect what was going Jey’s fist connected with his face. Jimmy and Joe helped you get into the room and told you stay there. They went back down stairs to help their brother beat Jason’s ass. Each time Jason thought he had the upper hand he was meant by 3 different fists on every part of his body. The bloodline spent an hour or so beating Jason’s ass and once they were satisfied they issued a promise if he came by you again nobody will be able to find his body. Once Jason got thrown out by Roman, Jey went upstairs to check on you and he asked you what happened. You told him you heard he doorbell ring and thought it was Tamina or Naomi and said come in. Jey was pissed but he wasn’t gonna hassle your dumb decision but you was now gonna come on the tour with him no questions asked.

Yea I know it sucks sorry anon…

Translations

Pepe lea ou te manuia: Baby I’m Fine

teineitiiti pepe: Baby girl

Pepe Tama: Baby boy