#angel garza imagine

[ghostmybaby]

COD Headcanon?

Characters and dogs that have the same vibe or I think they’d have

Includes Price, Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Laswell, Alejandro, Rodolfo, Valeria, Graves and Köing

Captain Price

Part of me says Price would have a bulldog but the other half of me feels he’d have a Burmese Mountain dog, I can’t explain this one.

John “Soap” Mactavish

I get the vibe from soap that he’d have a border collie. It would be his running buddy. Johnny’s a football boy so I can imagine him and his collie running the field chasing a ball.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

I saw fanart of ghost with Riley and you can’t convince me that ghost and German Shepards don’t go together perfectly.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

I think about Gaz and I think perfect angel baby who can’t do anything wrong. Therefore Gaz gets Golden Retriever, no further explanation needed.

Kate Laswell

Kate and her wife would either have a springer spaniel or a cocker spaniel. Both cuties in my opinion. Again I can’t explain this one but it’s just a vibe.

Colonel Alejandro Vargas

This is just a vibe but I think Alejandro would have a Dalmatian. Again no further explanation

Rodolfo Parra

Hear me out. . . He would have an Ibizan hound. I cannot for the life of me explain. It just has that vibe! Trust me in this one!

Valeria Garza

The love of my life would dare I saw have a pitty. Although she reminds me of a doberman, sleek and beautiful.

Phillip Graves

Blue tick hound. Idk I saw a picture while making this headcanon and thought to myself “yeah that checks out”. So hound it is!

Special guest!

König

110% without a doubt an Irish wolf hound. Both are tall! The fur kinda reminds me of the hood. Good vibes 👍

#cod x reader #cod mw2 #ghost cod #könig cod #cod modern warfare #kyle garrick #gaz #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #soap mctavish #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #ghost x reader #john price x reader #john price #captain price #kate laswell #phillip graves #valeria el sin nombre garza #konig #konig x reader

[creepercraftguy]

OMORI - Voice Actor Headcanons.

While I haven’t exactly finished this game yet, I am close enough to the end and have met basically all the characters, so I think it’s time I got around to doing my good ol’ series of VA headcanons for a game that either doesn’t have one, or doesn’t have an English Dub.

This time we’re doing Omori, a game I started playing at the beginning of this year and have fallen in love with very very quickly. I’ve been through a very painful time of my life recently and this game helped me work through it letting me know that it doesn’t matter how I grieve, just that any way I can is correct. 

And the way the characters work together in the game is also incredible, and I was eagerly awaiting to get to the point that I’m at so I could do a VA headcanons section for this. So before we get started, let me once again go two things.

This is NOT CANON. These are HEADCANONS and are unofficial. It’s just a hypothetical situation. If the characters were voiced, this is who I imagine would voice them.

Every major character in the games is included here, so there are HEAVY SPOILERS for the game’s main storylines. DO NOT READ THIS POST IF YOU HAVE NOT PLAYED THE GAME OR DON’T WANT TO BE SPOILED.

Without further ado, let’s get into this.

Omori/Sunny - MILES LUNA

Also Voiced:

Jeane Arc (RWBY)

Migas Garza (gen:LOCK)

David (Camp Camp)

Cliffjumper (Transformers: War for Cybertron)

Kel - JOHNNY YOUNG BOSCH

Also Voiced:

Yu Narukami (Persona 4)

Vash the Stampede (Trigun)

Hajime Hinata (Danganronpa 2)

Ichigo Kurosaki (Bleach)

Izaya Orihara (Durarara)

Aubrey - MAE WHITMAN

Also Voiced:

Katara (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Amity Blight (The Owl House)

Tinker Bell (Tinker Bell series)

Yuffie Kisaragi (Kingdom Hearts)

Batgirl (DC Super Hero Girls)

Hero - KYLE HEBERT

Also Voiced:

Son Gohan (Dragon Ball)

Fatgum (My Hero Academia)

Kaito Momota (Danganronpa V3)

Miles Edgeworth (Ace Attorney)

Kamina (Gurren Lagann)

Basil - JUSTIN BRINER

Also Voiced:

Izuku Midoriya/Deku (My Hero Academia)

Ryota Mitarai (Danganronpa 3: The End of Hope’s Peak Academy)

Clanne (Fire Emblem Engage)

Alfonso San Valiante (Garo)

Mikaela Hyakuya (Seraph of the End)

Mari - AMANDA WINN LEE

Also Voiced:

Yukiko Amagi (Persona 4)

Rei Ayanami (Neon Genesis Evangelion)

Magnolia Arch (Bravely Second: End Layer)

Yoshino Haruzawa (Shin Megami Tensei: Devil Survivor Overclocked)

Heather Mason (Silent Hill HD Collection)

Kim/Berly - ERIKA LINDBECK

Also Voiced: 

Futaba Sakura (Persona 5)

Celica (Fire Emblem)

Milady (Soul Hackers 2)

Cheelai (Dragon Ball)

Jessie (Final Fantasy 7 Remake)

Vance/Van - CRAWFORD WILSON

Also Voiced:

Beat (The World Ends With You)

Jet (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Sagi (Baten Kaitos Original)

Robin/Dick Grayson (Batman: The Brave and the Bold)

Angel - GRIFFIN BURNS

Also Voiced:

Tartaglia/Childe (Genshin Impact)

Cyril (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)

Kaito Kid (Detective Conan)

Doppio (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure: Golden Wind)

Muichiro Tokito (Demon Slayer)

Mikal/Mikhael/The Maverick - ARIN HANSON

Also Voiced:

Snaggleback (The Owl House)

X (Omega Strikers)

Scott (Monster Prom)

Gateux (Mighty Magiswords)

Mancubus Bloodtooth (Borderlands 3)

Charlene - ASHELY BISKI

Also Voiced:

Layla (Genshin Impact)

Minato Shishiuchi (PuraOre! Pride of Orange)

Amy (Project “Gemini”)

Juliet (The Nutty Boy)

Captain Spaceboy - YURI LOWENTHAL

Also Voiced: 

Sasuke Uchiha (Naruto)

Yosuke Hanamura (Persona 4)

Suzaku Kururugi (Code Geass)

Marth (Fire Emblem)

Peter Parker/Spider-Man (multiple)

Pluto - PATRICK SEITZ (who else?)

Also Voiced:

Dio Brando (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Scorpion (Mortal Kombat)

Franky (One Piece)

Endeavour (My Hero Academia)

Ragna the Bloodegdge (Blazblue series)

Sweetheart - ASHLEY TISDALE

Also Voiced:

Candace Flynn (Phineas and Ferb)

Stealth Elf (Skylanders)

Sabrina Spellman (Sabrina: The Teenage Witch)

Camille Leon (Kim Possible)

Mr Jawsum - SUNGWON CHO

Also Voiced:

Kage (Ousama Ranking)

Tesso (Lost Judgement)

Vaseraga (Granblue Fantasy Versus)

Mustard (Pokemon: Twilight Wings)

Holst Sigeswald Goneril (Fire Emblem: Three Hopes)

Hungry Humphrey - IAN SINCLAIR

Also Voiced:

Brook (One Piece)

Whis (Dragon Ball)

Dandy (Space Dandy)

Yomotsu Hirasaka (Future Diary)

Mezo Shoji/Tentacole (My Hero Academia)

Molly - NATALIE HOOVER

Also Voiced:

Sonia Nevermind (Danganronpa 2)

Tomoyo Daidouji (Cardcaptor Sakura)

Yamada (New Game!)

Elizabetta X (Welcome to Demon School Iruma-kun)

Eru Aharen (Aharen is Indecipherable)

Marina - DINA SHERMAN

Also Voiced: 

Yachiru Kusajishi (Bleach)

Diona (Genshin Impact)

Ara (Elsword)

Ayame Oguni (Rurouni Kenshin)

Carbine (Biker Mice from Mars)

Medusa - XANTHE HUYNH

Also Voiced:

Haru Okumura (Persona 5)

Marianne Von Edmund (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)

Ui Hirasawa (K-On)

Hanayo Koizumi (Love Live)

Kanon Tachibana (NEO: The World Ends With You)

Doughie- JESSICA DICOCO

Also Voiced:

Flame Princess (Adventure Time)

Lynn Loud/Lucy Loud (The Loud House)

Giffany (Gravity Falls)

Turner (Craig of the Creek)

Yukika Saegusa (Fate/Stay Night)

Biscuit - RICO FAJARDO

Also Voiced: 

Mirio Togata/Lemillion (My Hero Academia)

Daryun (The Heroic Legend of Arslan)

Kyosuke Munakata (Danganronpa 3: The End of Hope’s Peak Academy)

Leon Luis (Garo)

Fu (Dragon Ball)

#voice actor headcanons #omori #sunny omori #kel omori #aubrey omori #hero omori #mari omori #basil omori #sweetheart #captain spaceboy #pluto omori #mr jawsum #humphrey omori #slime girls #molly omori #medusa omori #marina omori #unbread twins #kim omori #vance omori #the maverick omori #angel omori #charlene omori

[miss-multi45]

Hello again, peeps.

I'm redoing my intro post.

Hello, I'm Cassiopeia, you can shorten that down to whatever is good for you.

I will write for these Harry Potter characters:

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Hermione Granger

Harry Potter

Ronald Weasley

Ginny Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Draco Malfoy

Cedric Diggory

I will write for these Creepypasta characters:

Jeff the Killer

Homicidal Liu and Sully

BEN_Drowned

Sally Williams

Lazari

Zalgo

Stripes

Lifeless Lucy

Ticci Toby

The Hooded Man/Hoodie

The Masked Man/Masky

X-Virus

Rouge/The Prowler and Wilson the Basher

Nurse Ann

Dr Pain

Dr Smiley

Eyeless Jack

KageKao

Jason the Toymaker

Candypop

Laughing Jack

Laughing Jill

Papa Grande de Magico

Nathan the Nobody

Clockwork

Nina the Killer

Jane Everlasting/Jane the Killer

Judge Angels

Bloody Painter

The Puppeteer

The Pianist

The Bartender 1941

Dark Link

Glitchy Red

The Cat Hunter

The Black Wolf

Frankie the Undead

The Chessmaster

Vine the Dollmaker

Kate the Chaser

Sam Williams

Zero

Emra

Suicide Sadie

The Roadwalker

Isaac Grossman

Candy Cane

April Fools

The Item Stealer

Lulu

Lily Kennent

I will write for these Call of Duty characters:

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

John 'Soap' Mactavish

John Price

König

Kim 'Horangi' Hong-jin

Alejandro Vargas

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

Rodolfo 'Rudy' Parra

Valeria Garza

Keegan P. Russ

Phillip Graves

Kate Laswell

I will write for these Lockwood and Co. characters:

Anthony Lockwood

Lucy Carlyle

Quill Kipps

George Karim

I will write for these Ghost members:

Dewdrop/Sodomizer

Swiss Army Ghoul/ Swiss

Rain

Phantom

Aether

Mountain

Cirrus

Cumulus

Aurora

Sunshine

Omega

Alpha

Ifrit

Mist

Terzo

Cardinal Copia

Any Papas

I will write for these Sleep Token members:

Vessel

II

III

IV

The Vesselettes

I will NOT write p*d*philia, zoophilia, rape, b**stiality. Or anything too gory, like, Black Christmas 2006 level gore or Terrifier level gore, because it makes me extremely uncomfortable.

I WILL write for angst, smut, fluff, crack (funny stuff), Incorrect Quotes, headcanons, scenarios, imagines (same as scenarios??), wholesome shit, and I will write matchups and create a scenario/headcanons with your oc as long as you describe them to me.

#my writing #harry potter #harry potter x reader #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta fandom #ghost the band #ghost x reader #sleep token band #sleep token x reader #i need sleep #lockwood and co #lockwood and Co. x reader

[wweassets]

Okay I could NEVER be as good as the OG calendar anon but I thought I’d make one since they’ve gone missing. Hopefully y’all like it! <3

January: Happy New Year! Dirty Dominik Mysterio is looking forward to another year of criminal acts and peggings from Mami, he’s so excited at the Judgement Day New Years party that he’s stripped out of all his clothes and has two bottles of champagne going, he pours one dramatically into his open mouth, letting some of it drip out the sides of his lips and down his slender body, the other is held just in front of his dick and balls. He’s holding the bottle there deliberately, not letting us get a look at his junk; only Mami gets to see the goods.

February: Picture the scene: Valentines Day, fancy Italian restaurant, candles everywhere, rose petals surrounding the table. Sitting opposite each other is Tony D and Stacks. Adriana Rizzo is in the background serving cunt (& meatballs!). The two men are sitting so close together, their faces only an inch or two apart, looking lovingly into each other’s eyes. The tablecloth obscures the view for everyone but us, and we can see that under the table Stacks is secretly rubbing his foot against the hardening bulge of The Don.

March: Class is back in session for the Spring Semester at Chase U, but Riley Osborne was late for one of Andre Chase’s lectures. Everyone knows bad behaviour has to be punished! Riley is seen bent over Andre’s desk at the front of the class, his pants dropped to his ankles, with Mr Chase winding his palm back around ready to spank the bare ass of his student. The MVP of Chase U, Duke Hudson is also there, sitting at his desk but with a flushed red face, using a textbook to cover the boner he’s got from watching his twunky tag team parter getting spanked.

April: There’s an Easter egg hunt happening at the PC but Carmelo Hayes (dressed in his slutty crop top and a pair of tiny gym shorts) has been distracted by a trail of candy on the floor leading him into the locker room. His eyes are locked into the candy until they appear on the locker room bench in front of him and stop abruptly in between two powerful oiled up thighs belonging to Trick Williams. Trick is completely naked with a seductive look on his face and is holding an Easter egg in front of his beautiful dick, almost teasing Melo to dig in.

May: The Cinco de Mayo celebrations are underway for Angel Garza & Humberto Carrillo in some kind of dance club. You can tell they they were initially dressed in traditional clothes but they have been thrown to the side and they’re now moving their nearly naked and sweaty bodies along to the music. The men are in tiny thongs that leave VERY little to the imagination. They’re dancing on small tables while everyone gazes lustfully at them and their sensual moves, drawn to the cousins curvy and juicy asses. The camera catches Angel mid twerk, while a horny tío slips a few dollars into Humberto’s bulging thong. The Lotharios can’t help it, they love to show off!

June: Summer is the perfect time for volleyball! It’s a Raw vs Smackdown volleyball game for brand supremacy. Austin Theory & Grayson Waller vs The Creeds. Both teams are wearing speedos that are colour coordinated with their brand. We all know Austin’s is not stranger to a blue speedo 😉 Both teams are shining; is it the sun? sweat? baby oil? who cares, they look like gods! Austin is stood to the left of the picture, his shapely ass spilling out of the tiny blue speedo, watching his glistening partner soaring through the air to slap the ball. On the other side of the image, Julius is jumping through the air hoping to block Grayson’s shot, his heavy shlong protruding obscenely from his speedo. Brutus is still face-down on the sand after initially saving the point, his thick ass pointing to the sky.

July: CAAAAW 🦅MURICA 🇺🇸 happy 4th of July y’all! Cody Rhodes loves America so much that he even sleeps in a bed with an American flag duvet! This candid picture was taken of him just after waking up, one half of his body still tangled in the bedsheet, the other above it, with him laying on his stomach. Silly Cody was very tired the night before and went to bed completely naked, so here he is presenting his smooth All American bubble butt to the camera. A sliver of morning sunlight peeking through the window is perfectly illuminating the curves of his body and ass. Gawd bless the U S A.

August: Bash in Berlin is the first WWE PPV to ever happen in Germany, so what better way to celebrate the occasion that with some German delicacies. WWE has superstars doing promotional work across the country. Oh no, looks like someone forgot their lederhosen 🫢 Ludwig Kaiser will have to be naked instead I guess? He’s in a German tavern, holding a massive overflowing plate of thick German sausages in front of his lean muscular body. Luckily for him, one of the thickest sausages is dangling off the plate in the perfect position to cover his own huge meat.

September: Harvesting season has begun for Brooks Jensen and he’s busy trying to fix this goshdarn tractor. Farming is sweaty work so he’s thrown his plaid shirt to the side. He’s stretching himself across the giant tractor wheel to fix the problem, forgetting that he’s wearing a jockstrap under his denim bootyshorts, and his stretching has given us all an eyeful of his fat country ass framed by a few flimsy bits of fabric. Typical himbo!

October: It’s not such a happy Halloween for Dragon Lee since he’s being chased down backstage by cock-hungry zombies! 😨 he was preparing for a match when the outbreak happened so was caught off guard by the attack, they clawed at his glistening body and tore some of his tiny trunks leaving parts of his ass exposed for all to see.

November: It’s Thanksgiving for the WWE roster and many of them are sitting around a long table, ready to feast. But wait, that’s not a turkey in the middle of the table… that’s Jey Uso’s giant ass! He’s completely naked On a large serving platter and surrounded by seasonal vegetables while his humongous cheeks are being used as the table centrepiece and they look as shiny and delicious as a well-basted turkey!

December: Some people need to just stop fighting and kiss-and-make-up, none moreso than CM Punk and Seth Rollins, and what better way to do that than meeting underneath the mistletoe. They’re both wearing adorable Christmas jumpers but the kiss they’re giving each other is far from adorable. It’s nasty, passionate, sloppy, tongues deep inside each others mouths. Punk’s hand has slipped under Rollins’ pants and has a vice grip on his asscheek, while Seth has one of his wrapped around Punk’s throat. Don’t you just love Christmas?!

WELL HELLO CALENDAR ANON (thats what im gonna name u now)... THIS WAS A FUCKING SHOCK! and also so funny cuz costume contest anon sent theirs in just before dfsjsadjadsf

I LOVE IT THO LIKE?? DOUBLE THE SLUTTY CALENDAR FUN?? THANK U BOTH

these are legit so hot like:// gonna need u to do more too pls....

🥉

seth and punk

🥈

angel and humberto

🥇

jey uso

how about yall? double the fun today!!

#calendar anon #ask

[upside-down-uni]

end of year book tag

the amazing @dreamofghosts tagged me, thank you so much Em! ^^

Are there any books you started this year that you need to finish?

I definitely want to finish my rereads of Good Omens and Bartimaeus (book 2), and this nonfic anthology called Unlearn Patriarchy. All my other current reads I'm pretty confident I'll be able to finish wether I specifically try or not.

Do you have an autumnal book to transition into the end of the year?

I'm always fascinated by people who actively do season transition things because apart from seasonal festivities that I observe with my family I simply. don't? Which is a long way of saying: Not really but Seasonal Fears by Seanan McGuire is season themed. That counts, right?

Is there a new release you're still waiting for?

I was waiting for When the Angels Left the Old Country by Sacha Lamb which came out 18th of October! But most books I'm waiting anxiously for are going to be released 2023 or later (rip me).

What are three books you want to read before the end of the year?

If my things that I shipped from Korea, will ever arrive.... Then I would love to read the Emily Wilson translation of The Odyssey! If they dont, and I will have to cry about my lost mugs, albums and clothes? The Memory Librarian: And Other Stories of Dirty Computer by Janelle Monáe and The Iliac Crest by Cristina Rivera Garza (translated by Sarah Booker) are books I definitely want to get to this year!

Is there a book you think could still shock you and become your favourite book of the year?

Considering Nona The Ninth release was this September? Nope. Very unlikely. I simply cannot imagine a reality where any book I am reading can compete with The Locked Tomb. The books each had me experience about fifteen new emotions and I have Not Recovered.

Have you already started making reading plans for next year?

My plans are: 1) read Alecto (Tamsyn Muir) (eat the book. implode.) 2) read Lost in the Moment and Found (Seanan McGuire) 3) read Heavenly Tyrant (Xiran Jay Zhao) 4) read other books, probably?

tagging: @stu-dna @theosaurus and @for-nostalgic-purposes

#tagged #tag game #em! #knife gang

[wwenhlimagines]

Roll Those R's - Angel Garza

Warning: smut

I sat in the living room watching my favorite show on the tv and waiting for my boyfriend to come home from work. I fell asleep after a while and woke up to someone kissing my neck. I moaned lightly and I felt the familiar smirk pressed against my neck. My eyes popped open and I see Angel laying on top of me on the couch. I grab his face and kiss him passionately moaning lightly after tasting mint on his lips. When we pulled away from the kiss I could see the lust forming in his eyes. I knew how much he wanted me but I decided he needed to work for it.

I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and kissed him again. He slid his tongue across my bottom lip and I took the advantage of him being distracted by rolling so I'm on top and then standing up to run towards the bedroom. "What the hell, babe!" I laughed and sat down at my desk before pulling out my Spanish dictionary that I have been trying to learn from for him. I heard Angel stomping up the stairs and tried to look like I was really interested in the dictionary. He came in the room and sighed because he knows that when I'm working on learning Spanish it's almost impossible to distract me. He pulls up another chair and puts his chin on my shoulder.

I start trying to repeat the words on the vocabulary list, but I just get frustrated as I hear Angel chuckle lightly in my ear. I turn to look at him with my famous puppy dog face and he falls for it, grabbing the dictionary to help me pronounce the words. He went down the list pronouncing each word as I repeated after him. Every time he speaks Spanish, I feel like falling in love with him all over again. It's also a pretty easy way for him to turn me on as he whispers the words in my ear just like he is now. He got to the word perro (which means dog) and because he was so close I moaned as he rolled his r. He then just wanted to tease me so he kept repeating it while he started leaving kisses from my earlobe down my neck. He knew my weakness and he was taking full advantage of it. I tilted my head to let him get a better angle and moaned melting into him. He took that as a sign to keep going so he took his hand and rubbed it along my thigh inching closer to my heat. "You know what? Fuck these clothes!" I got tired of the teasing and stood up taking off my shirt and pants leaving me in his favorite bra/panties combo. Angel watched me undress as he licked his lips and palmed his crotch. I laid down on the bed and motioned for him to join me. He quickly took off his shirt and kicked off his pants. Angel kissed me passionately as he laid down pressing his body weight into me turning me on even more. I wrapped my fingers in his hair and moan as his tongue massages mine. His hands run up and down my sides inching closer to my bra and pamties each time. I roll over so I'm on top of him and start kissing down his neck.

I suck on his sweet spot leaving my mark and then continue kissing down to his abs. I kiss each part of his six pack as my hand starts working on his bulge. I take his boxers off with my fingers and kissed the tip while I fondle his balls. He groans as his head hits the pillow in pleasure while I look up at him as I bob my head and I pull away for a second leaving him confused. "Babe, I want you to watch me make you cum." This made him even harder and his hand found itself tangled in my hair as he got closer. A few pumps later he came in my mouth and I happily swallowed it. I crawled back up and he quickly flipped me over.

He kissed my lips briefly before unhooking my bra and massaging my breasts. I moaned as he kissed down between my boobs and he finally met my lacy panties. He slipped them off with his thumbs and then looked up at me, "What do you want me to do baby?" I moaned at the husky tone in his voice. "I want you to lick my pussy and roll those R's for me until I soak your face" Angel smirked and said, "Okay babe, I'm going to make you cum without using my hands." I bit my lip knowing it could be a challenge, but his long tongue can make me do crazy things. I tied his hands together with my panties and then laid back down. He first kissed my clit then licked all the way up my slit then flicked his tongue over my clit again. I moaned throwing my head back in pleasure. His tongue plunged into me and curled upwards hitting my g spot perfectly. I cried out his name before grabbing his hair and pushing him closer.

He took his tongue away from me which made me look up at him. "Watch this babe," he said with a wink. He then took my clit in his mouth sucking on it lightly. Just when I thought he was going to move again his tongue started vibrating against my clit as he started reciting words in Spanish that included rolling his r's and I gasped loudly. I started thrusting towards his face and he continued his assault on my clit bringing my orgasm closer and closer. I felt my body tense and my legs start shaking. "Oh my god Angel, fuck you make me feel so...good... FUCK ANGELLL!" I rode out my orgasm and began panting as I fell limp onto the bed. Angel licked up my juices and crawled up my body.

He kissed me passionately and I tasted myself moaning again. Angel kissed my cheek and then laid down next to me. "I love you so much babe, now rest because round two will be on me." I kissed him and bit his lip, "I'll be ready for a long...hard... ride and I'm determined to make you scream my name Mr. Garza." Angel winks and goes downstairs to make dinner. I fall into a light sleep thinking about how I can repay him in round two.

#angel garza smut #angel garza imagine #wwe smut #wwe imagine

[ohnojustimagine]

The Prince and the Duke

Humberto Carrillo/Reader/Angel Garza; smut and fluff (with a touch of angst along the way), 6760 words

Historical AU with arranged marriage and poly.

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You are the youngest of five sisters, but for some time now you have been the only child remaining at your family home. You have watched your sisters leave one by one, all to be married to noble gentlemen of your parents' choosing, always aware that sooner or later, your own time would come.

And though you are now of marriageable age, it seems you are not an easy match, as several potential suitors have already come and gone, apparently unimpressed by your manner, the way you carry yourself. Your mother tells you you need to be more reserved, less bold, as you have a habit of speaking your mind, a trait which unfortunately does not endear you to all. And lately, you have begun to wonder if she is right, because you are growing restless, waiting for your life to truly begin, but you tell yourself it will happen soon, that there surely must be a man who will appreciate you for who you are.

One dull afternoon you are sitting at the window, and though you are supposed to be sewing, embroidering the hem of a nightgown for your trousseau, you are instead staring out wistfully at the mist that hangs over the lake by your parents' house, your mind wandering aimlessly. You quickly turn back to your sewing as you hear someone approaching, glancing up to see your father entering the room with your mother trailing along behind him, a pensive expression clouding her features.

Your father comes to stand in front of you, and for a moment does not speak, seeming uncharacteristically apprehensive. But then he clears his throat, and addresses you. "My dear child," he says, "I must inform you I have of late been corresponding with a good family of very high standing, and that we have just received an offer for your hand in marriage."

Your mother sighs quietly, dabbing at the corner of her eyes with a lace handkerchief, and such a reaction does not fill you with confidence.

"Who is it?" you ask, your heart sinking a little at thought that perhaps your intended husband is very old, or ugly, or poor. "What is wrong?"

"The offer is from the royal family of the Kingdom of Garza," your father explains.

You have not heard of such a place, but your mother makes a small noise of distress at even the name.

You frown to yourself, and your father continues. "The kingdom has some customs that are..." He pauses. "They are different to our way of doing things."

"How?"

"There is legend of a curse that once killed all daughters born to the family, some supernatural nonsense from long ago." You father shakes his head. "It is no doubt just an excuse for their habits, but for generations now, the royal men of Garza..." He again stops before continuing, taking a deep breath. "The men share a wife."

"They... share?" you say, not comprehending.

"You would have two husbands."

"I would..." You still do not understand. "Two?"

"You would be married to two men," your father states. "They would share you between them."

Your mother lets out a sob, rushing from the room, and you do not know what to say, but your father takes out a small, delicately engraved silver pocket frame, opening it to reveal two finely painted portraits. "This," he says, pointing to the one on the left, "is the youngest son of the King, Prince Humberto." And he is remarkably handsome, you think, with slicked-back hair, and soft, kindly eyes, the hint of dimples either side of his face. "And this," you father goes on, finger sliding across to the other section of the frame, "is his cousin, Angel, Duke of Garza." He is just as handsome, but wears a more rakish expression, something of a mischievous smirk hovering about his lips, his eyes shining in a way that makes your heart beat a little faster.

"Would you be willing, my child?" your father asks. "They are an extremely wealthy and respected family, so you would be well provided for." He takes your hand, holding it. "Your mother and I grow old, and it would gladden our hearts to see you settled."

Two, you think to yourself. Two men. Two extremely fine-looking men.

"Yes, Father," you tell him, gazing up at him, careful to keep your expression demure, not betray the direction in which your thoughts begin to stray. "I would be willing."

-

You are being fitted for your wedding dress, and your mother sits by you, watching, though she has barely spoken to you for days.

"Do you..." she says, suddenly, and you hear her take a short breath. "Do you understand what it will mean? To serve two husbands?"

"I can guess," you reply to her shortly, trying to hold still as the seamstress adjusts the bodice of your dress. It is very beautiful, you think, far finer and more womanly than anything you have ever before been allowed to wear.

"Men are..." your mother starts, then stops. "They have needs," she continues, pointedly. "And to be required to satisfy the needs of two men is not a burden you should be taking on lightly."

And yes, you should be fearful, you know that, but instead a small, secret flare of heat runs through your body, seeming to settle somewhere deep and low inside you.

"I'm sure I will manage," you tell her.

She sighs. "You were always a wilful girl," she says, bitterness in her voice. "Perhaps they will tame you."

"Perhaps they will," you muse, staring at yourself in the glass before you. The dress is snug under your breasts, lifting them full and high, and you turn a little to the side, admiring your reflection, wondering what it might mean, to be tamed.

-

It is several weeks' journey by carriage to the Kingdom of Garza, and though the trip is somewhat arduous, you never lose that sense of nervous anticipation, some strange mix of hope and trepidation stirring you, contrasting tensions that push and pull until you feel as if you cannot think.

But you force yourself to keep your head, your eyes forward, and finally you arrive at the palace the day before your wedding. You are given a short while to tidy yourself before you are whisked off to a formal afternoon gathering, where you will meet your fiances for the first time.

You take a deep breath as you enter the room, your heart fluttering light in your chest as you see them turn and walk towards you, for they are every bit as attractive as their portraits indicated.

"I am Humberto," says the Prince, the one with the dimples, which are even more beautifully pronounced as he gives you a warm smile, taking your hand and raising it to his lips, kissing your fingers as he regards at you with a delighted wonder.

"And I am Angel," the Duke interjects, though, as you suspected, you can already see there is very little of the angel about him beyond his looks. He seems quite delightfully devilish, his eyes sparkling as he takes your other hand, dropping a lingering kiss on it.

They both straighten up, Humberto glaring at Angel, who looks back with a pronounced sneer, and oh, you think, because this is something you had not expected.

Because it would appear your fiances are not fond of one another, that, while they might be blood-related family, they do not get along, not at all, and you have no idea what that will mean for you and your life with them.

Yet there is no turning back, not now, and so you smile, uneasily, allowing yourself to enjoy their attentions.

-

The very next day, you stand between them at the altar, every breath you take tight in your chest as the priest speaks of the sanctities of marriage. Your husbands-to-be are dressed all their finery, so manly and handsome that you can barely stand to look at them, Humberto on your left, Angel on your right, each holding one of your hands in both of their own.

The two of them repeat their vows in unison, promising to love and honor you, cherish you, and you in turn swear to honor them as your husbands, to forever love and obey.

"I do," you say, and the priest decrees you married in a covenant never to be unbroken

They both lift one side of the veil that covers your face, gently arranging it back behind your head, and then kiss you demurely on your cheeks, either side of your face. You blush a little, feeling their lips too-brief and soft on your skin, your own mouth left wanting, but you know the time will come for that. Soon, you tell yourself, and try to be patient.

-

There is a feast, and music, and you dance with both your husbands, separately and together, Humberto gazing at you in reverent adoration, Angel with an expression that is equally adoring but also suggestive of somewhat less noble intentions.

The hours pass quickly, and soon it is time for the three of you to retire for your wedding night. Already in your time here you have overheard enough talk and innuendo to understand that most, though not all, wives occupy one bedchamber with both their husbands, and you would be very, very interested to know how that works.

But it seems you will not find out, because it is clear Humberto and Angel are not willing to share you, as they lead you off through the palace to an out-of-the-way corridor that houses three separate doors, lined up along one side.

You stand in front of the first of them, nervous, but Humberto is quick to allay any confusion. "This is my bedchamber," he explains, nodding at the door before you. "And that," he continues, gesturing with some disdain at the farthest entrance, "is Angel's. And this..." He points to the door in the middle. "This is for you, as a private room for dressing." He smiles at you. "I have had the servants unpack all your things, and you will find all that you need in there."

You nod, grateful, still not understanding what they have planned, who you will spend your first night with, but it appears that it is already settled.

"For tonight, I will have the pleasure of your company," Humberto announces. "As Prince, I outrank my cousin, and so it is only proper."

"Only proper because I have agreed to it," Angel interjects before giving you a sly smile. "I always prefer a woman with some... experience," he says.

"I hope you are not insinuating our bride is of low morals," Humberto snaps back, practically bristling with indignation.

"I would never do such a thing," Angel rejoins, and you can tell that, for once, he is perfectly sincere. "I have no doubt of her purity." His eyes shine as he looks at you. "But I'm sure she would rather the disappointment of your attentions to be over and done with before she enjoys what a real man can provide."

"Please do not insult me on this, of all nights," Humberto says, taking a step towards Angel, who quickly begins to back away, laughing.

"I will see you tomorrow, my sweet," he calls, blowing you a kiss as he turns, entering his own chambers, closing the door behind him. You blush, and turn to see Humberto scowling.

"I am sorry," he says. "My cousin is..." He shakes his head, as if consciously damping down his anger, and then takes a deep breath. "But I will not let him spoil our first night together," he states, firmly, and then opens the door to his chambers, ushering you inside.

The room is sumptuously appointed, but your attention is so drawn to Humberto that your surroundings barely even register, the thrill of finally being alone with him like a rush in your veins, dizzying and intoxicating.

"You are so beautiful," he tells you, softly.

"As are you, your majesty," you reply.

"No," he instructs you."No formalities, I am your husband now." He gently cups your face between his hands, gazing down at you. "Call me Humberto."

"Humberto," you repeat, letting the r roll across your tongue.

He smiles, and you hold your breath as he leans in to kiss you, his mouth soft and gentle against yours. His lips linger, his breath warm, and then you feel his tongue, licking its way slowly into your mouth, hot and sweet against your own tongue which responds as if by instinct, tangled in a dance you feel as if you already know. You close your eyes, sure you are falling, wishing for this to never stop, but when it does, when Humberto at last pulls back, your mouths separating, you are instantly certain that you are ready for far more than just a kiss.

You turn away from him, looking back over your shoulder, encouraging, and he understands, unbuttoning your dress, carefully helping you remove it, unfastening your stockings and petticoats, letting every layer that covers you slip away until you are naked in front of him. And though you have been taught that you should feel ashamed at such a lack of modesty, Humberto looks at you with nothing but the purest, most loving desire. You feel as if you are glowing under his gaze, made into something new, the woman you were always meant to be.

"So, so beautiful," he murmurs, taking off his own coat and shirt, and it is your turn to stare, at his body so strong and yet so fine and smooth. You want to touch him, but instead he takes your hand, leading your towards the bed. He helps you up, watching you lie back, making sure you are settled comfortably before he joins you, arranging himself to lie beside you.

He kisses your mouth again, strands of his hair trailing delicate across your face, but then his lips wander, exploring, as he begins to kiss you all over, from your head to your toes, until every inch of your skin is tingling, and then, without warning, he parts your legs and kisses you there too.

And you gasp, because you could not have even conceived of such a thing, not when he is licking you, his tongue soft and then hard, pressed against you, inside you and then not, seeming to find places you had no idea existed, your body responding to him in ways you would not have dreamed were possible. You feel a pleasure that you have no name for, the heat of it increasing within you like something catching fire.

But then he stops, and you hear yourself whimper in helpless frustration. "I..." you say, not having the words for what you are experiencing.

Yet Humberto seems to understand. "I want you," he says, softly. "I need to be with you, my love."

You do not trust yourself to speak, but you nod, staring up at him wide-eyed, practically breathless with anticipation.

He unfastens his pants, lowering them, and though you do not dare to glance down at what is between his legs, you feel it, brushing against your thigh, nudging thick at your entrance, and you gasp.

He hesitates at the sound, giving you a questioning look, but you are certain. "Yes," you whisper. "Please."

He reaches down, holding himself steady as he enters you; slowly, slowly, but there is no need, as his attentions have left you more than ready, your body willingly receiving him into you, opening wet to him. You hear yourself moan, filled by him, and when you think it cannot be better, he begins to move himself, in and out of you, his hips thrusting with a vigor that you have no choice but to surrender yourself to.

And again you feel that heat stir within you, rising like a crescendo to heights that become more and more dizzying. But it is even better this time, because it is clear that Humberto is experiencing his own similar ascent, your mutual need becoming more and more urgent, until it is as if you are one, connected in a way you could have never imagined as you fall into each other, pleasure spilling over you. You cling to him as he says your name, again and again, and when you are both spent, you lie there, panting to try and catch your breath as Humberto smiles at you, his face lit up, kissing you, softly.

"I am so happy," he says. "I never dreamed I could be this happy."

"And I too," you reply, gently smoothing his hair back and away from his face, and he kisses you again.

"We are not expected in court tomorrow," he tells you, pulling you close to him, wrapped up in his arms. "We have the day together."

"Good," you say, nodding, a sweet tiredness drifting over you, sleep gradually taking you, still in Humberto's embrace.  

You do not know what time of day it is when you both wake, but it does not seem to matter, for there is nothing but each other. You eat and drink and talk and laugh and join together once more, and you are certain that this was meant to be, that this is exactly where you belong.

But however blissful, the time still passes, the afternoon drawing in, and Humberto begins to frown.

"What is wrong?" you ask, concerned.

He is silent for a long minute, but then says, "You will have to go to him, now. The Duke, my cousin." Humberto shakes his head.  "I wish you could stay. I wish you could be only mine."

And while you would be quite content to remain with him, you find that something stirs inside you, restless, a curiosity that desires to know what awaits you in Angel's chambers. "I cannot," you tell him. "I am married to both of you."

Humberto kisses you, and says, fiercely, "I will not let him take advantage of you, I promise. If he is improper in any way, then you only have to call for me, and I will be there in a moment."

"I understand," you tell him, but you are already pulling away, knowing you cannot linger here anymore, that you are needed elsewhere. "I will see you again," you say, "the night after this?"

"Of course," he assures you. "I will be waiting."

You nod, trying to put his anguished expression from your mind as you open the door, peering out carefully.

There is no one in the corridor, and so you creep out, still naked, hurrying into the middle room. Just as Humberto told you, all your things are here, and while your own dresses are laid out carefully, there is also a selection of newer, even finer gowns which you would like to admire, but you have other priorities in this moment.

There is a small alcove with a washstand, a jug and a basin filled with water that steams lightly, obviously warmed, and a folded cloth lying nearby. And so you wash yourself off, wondering if Humberto's scent will linger on your skin, if Angel will be able to smell him on you. The idea of it is strangely exciting to you, but you put the thought from your mind, pulling on a white slip made of the finest, thinnest silk, edged with lace.

You again make your way out into the oddly, almost eerily silent corridor, your footsteps muffled as you walk towards Angel's door. You pause for a moment, then knock, hearing his voice from within as he calls out, "Enter."

And so you do, into a room that is not quite as lavishly decorated as Humberto's, but still most fine, perhaps a touch more manly in its simplicity.

Angel is sitting there on the bed, reading through some papers, casually and unashamedly naked. "Ah," he says, his face lighting up at the sight of you. "My bride. I have been waiting for you." He stands up, and you cannot help but let your eyes dip downwards to his lower body, the most prominent part of which you can see is already beginning to awaken. He follows your gaze, and when you look back up, he is smirking at you, the expression on his face so very knowing that it makes you blush, glancing away from him.

"I hope my cousin treated you well?" he says.

"Very well."

Angel gives a dismissive little shrug. "He is at least a well-mannered boy." He regards you, something burning hot in his eyes, and an answering fire stirs to ignite inside you. "I myself," he goes on, "am less well-mannered." He smiles. "And less of a boy. More of a man."

"Is that so?" you ask, daringly coquettish, suddenly feeling bold, sure he will like it.

And it seems he does, his smile widening as he approaches you, closer. You hold your breath as he reaches out to trace the tip of one finger slowly up the center of your throat, taking hold of your chin and tilting your face up towards him, and this time, you do not hesitate, knowing what you want, letting him lean in, opening your mouth to him and kissing him deeply.

His hands slide down over your shoulders, arms wrapping around you as he walks the two of you towards to the bed, falling, pulling you down with him as still he kisses you, only stopping to murmur,"Your mouth is so sweet, my pretty dove."

He nips lightly at your bottom lip, growling playfully, and you giggle in delight, laughing as his eyes sparkle at you. But then he seems to become more serious, and you see him swallow, as if perhaps nervous. And he takes your hand, gently pulling it down his body, towards what lies proud between his legs. You do not resist, allowing him to guide you, and when you reach it, his manhood, you startle slightly at the unexpected feel of it, glancing up at him, breathless in your surprise.

"Touch it," he whispers, and you do, careful to temper your eagerness, stroking your fingertips from the root to the tip, sitting yourself up a little so that you may see what you are doing. "Hold it," he encourages you, and your fingers curl around it as if by instinct, the heavy weight of it resting against your palm. You move your hand up and down over it experimentally, and Angel moans, the sound of it electric in your veins, and so you repeat the motion, again, and then again, observing his reactions curiously, noting the places where your touch seems to garner the most response.

He looks at you, his face flushed, and you pause, waiting for him to speak.

"Would..." he starts, and you see him inhale deeply before he can continue. "Would you use your mouth for me? Do you want to taste?" He's watching you, his gaze intent, and you can see that he is uncertain as to whether you will do as he asks. But you are more than willing, and not only because you want to please him, but because you want to know, and so you breathe in, and then lean over him.

You are unsure as to how to begin, so you first pepper soft little kisses up the length of it, until you reach the place where it flares out into the rounder, fuller... head, you decide to call it, and you might wish you knew the proper terms but there will be time for that, you know.

There is a drop of liquid beading at the opening on the tip of it, and you dare to lick it away, tasting salty-sweet, Angel's whole body jerking at the touch of your tongue. His response makes you bolder, and so you lick more thoroughly, using the broad flat of your tongue, and he urges you on. "Yes," he whispers, the word almost hissed out, "just like that." And so you continue, until it becomes obvious what action must be next, and you wet your lips nervously, inhaling before carefully taking the entire head into your mouth, feeling it smooth against your tongue. For a minute you simply hold it there, but then, as if instinctively, you suckle on it, as lightly as you are able. And it seems you must be doing something right, because the noise Angel makes is like nothing you have ever heard.

"Oh, my lovely," he moans out, and for a moment his head falls back in apparent ecstasy, but then he stares at you, his eyes steadier, wondering. "Did you do this for Humberto?" he asks.

You let him slip from your mouth, gazing up at him, and say, "No."

"And for no one else before him?"

"Never."

"So perhaps I am still your first." He smiles at you. "You are very talented," he says, and you again blush, smiling back at him.

"May I..." you nod at his member, asking permission to resume your task.

"You most certainly may," he says, laughing breathlessly. "You may do this as often as you like."

And so you continue, exploring him with your tongue and lips and hand, until he is writhing with need, his hands in your hair, hips lifting off the bed as he pushes up into your mouth.

"Wait," he cries out, suddenly, and you back away hurriedly, worried you have displeased him, but it seems the opposite is true. "I do not want..." You can see his chest rising and falling as he struggles to catch his breath, and it fills you with an awed wonder that it is you who has taken him to such a state. "I do not want," he goes on, "to... finish like this today, for our first time." He raises himself off the bed slightly, leaning back on his elbows. "I want to be inside you."

You nod, showing him you understand, and he smiles. "Can you take this off?" he asks, toying with the material of your slip, and you remove it without hesitation, revelling in his expression as he stares at your body, the hunger in his eyes plain to see.

"Oh, I need you," he says, and beckons to you, guiding you to straddle his thighs, your bent knees either side of his body, and it is plain even to someone as inexperienced as you what he has in mind.

"We can go slow, if you wish," he says, though his voice betrays that that is not what he wants.

And it is not what you need, so you shake your head as you again take his length in your hand, moving so you are over him, then lowering yourself down, letting him fill you.

He is thicker inside you than his cousin, and you shift slightly, adjusting to the feeling of it, so broad and deep it sends shivers through you.

Angel runs his hands up your thighs, holding on to you, as if to encourage you. "Now, ride me, my sweet."

You begin to move on him, the motion of it coming to you easily, naturally, and Angel's hips fall into rhythm with yours, your bodies seeming to come together with an intuitive, familiar ease, like you have known one another before, as if you were both made to be together in this way.

And his enjoyment is far more vocal than that of his cousin, as he moans with a brazen, unashamed abandon, and for a brief moment, your thoughts stray, wondering if Humberto will be able to hear this from his own room, and what he will think.  

But such distractions are quickly driven from you mind as Angel thrusts up into you, and you again find yourself swept up in desire, taken over by it, as one with Angel as you both finish in perfect time, staring into each other's eyes, peak after peak until you are overcome, and all you can do is surrender yourself, letting go.

And then you smile down at him, breathless. He answers with his own smile, rearing up off the bed and then pulling you down with him as you laugh, wrapped in his arms, kissing you as if he will never stop.

-

The day to day running of the palace is overseen by the queen, who rules with an iron fist that does not require the assistance of a lowly daughter-in-law, and so you have very little in the way of actual duties, only being required to appear in court beside your husbands for one or two days every week.

Which means your time is mostly your own, though you find plenty to amuse yourself, as the palace has a vast library, filled with books that you would never have been permitted to read at home, and extensive gardens you happily explore, finding many beauty spots where you like to sit, watching the sky, waiting for evening to fall.

Because it is the nights that you live for, alternating between your Duke and your Prince, and while they are as different as two men could ever be, they both have introduced you to delights you would not have ever dreamed of as being possible.

But...

But.

They begin to grow restless, you can tell, because it seems that whatever rivalry existed between them before your arrival has only been inflamed by your presence in their lives. Every time you leave one to go to the other they become more and more resentful, bitter and surly in a way that sometimes frightens you. And when you are in court with both of them, it is impossible to miss the way they glare at each other, barely containing their loathing, jealousy threatening to consume them like the monster it is.  

"What if you had to choose?" Humberto asks you, one night. "Who would you choose?"

And you know what he wishes you to say, but you cannot lie to him. "I would never choose," you tell him, as gently as you can. "I am married to both of you, you are both my husbands."

He closes his eyes, drawing in a deep, shuddering breath. "I cannot think of it," he says. "I cannot stand to think of him touching you."

"You do not need to think of it, my love," you tell him. "Be with me now, in this moment. That is all that matters. Right now, I am no one but yours."

He shakes his head, hurt written plain over that handsome face, and you cannot bear to see it.

"Show me," you beg. "Show me that I belong to you."

And he does, but after, he turns away from you, silent. You curl up against his back, pressing a kiss to his shoulder blade, but his body is stiff and unyielding

-

The next night, when you enter Angel's chambers, he is waiting with a goblet of wine in his hand, and you can see that he is already quite thoroughly drunk. He does not say anything to you, grabbing you roughly, pulling off your clothes, barely touching you before he pushes you down onto the bed and enters you, taking you with a force darker than you have ever before seen in him.

Until now, he has always given the utmost care that you both derive equal pleasure from your time together but tonight, he simply takes you, unheeding of your enjoyment, the act feeling more like an expression of anger than one of love.

After, he stares at you, his eyes dark. "I hate him," he says. "I hate that he is allowed to touch you." He climbs off the bed unsteadily, picking up his goblet and taking another deep swig of his wine. "You should be mine, and mine alone."

You do not know how to reply, watching in quiet anguish as he staggers over to sit in the chair in front of the fireplace, gazing emptily into the flames. And it is not so long before you see him slump down, the wine overtaking him. The goblet falls to the floor, a dark stain spreading slowly over the rug.

You sigh, setting the drink upright, cleaning up the wine with a dampened cloth.

Angel does not stir, and you leave him in the chair, crawling back into bed alone, lying awake, thinking.

-

And so, the evening after, you ready yourself for bed, dressing in your finest nightgown, and then take Humberto's hand, leading him out of his own chambers and down the corridor. "What are you doing?" he demands, though he follows you.

"I would like to speak with both of you."

"I do not want..." he says, but you are already opening the door to Angel's bedchamber.

"Leave," he snarls as soon as he sees Humberto. "You are not welcome here."

"I have brought him," you say. "I wish for him to be here."

"Well, I wish for him to leave," Angel replies, standing before both of you, eyes staring daggers at his cousin.

But you take his hand, still holding Humberto's in your other, glancing between them anxiously. You lift Humberto's fingers to your mouth, kissing them softly, then do the same for Angel, your lips brushing over his tense, whitened knuckles as Humberto looks away in disgust.

"Would you make me watch you be with him?" he says. "Would you be so cruel to me?"

"No," you reply, "not watch." You take a breath. "I want to be with both of you. Together."

"Never," Angel spits out.

"I will not." Humberto shakes his head, his mouth set, eyes hard.

"You will," you tell them, your tone suddenly sharp, your voice raised and they both stare at you in obvious astonishment, seemingly taken aback by the vehemence of your words. "I have had more than enough of these petty, foolish jealousies. I want you to see how I feel. About both of you."

They stand there, visibly glowering with anger, but they do not protest further for now.

And it is Humberto you turn to first, tilting your head up to kiss that full, lovely mouth, but it is closed to you, pressed tight.

"Kiss me, my Prince," you whisper.

"I cannot," he says.

"You can," you reply, your tongue easing past his lips, and for a moment, he does not respond, but then he kisses you back, restrained, but there's something desperate there, something you can almost taste.

You hear Angel make a noise of obvious displeasure but you keep tight hold of his hand, and when you are done with Humberto, you shift enough to face his cousin.

And Angel does not in any way resist your attentions, instead taking your mouth with an ostentatious vigor, and you know it is mostly because he wants to make Humberto jealous, but it serves your purpose just as well. You pull away, and he leans forward, chasing the kiss, but you shake your head, smiling.

"My loves," you say, softly. "You give me so much, I am so very, very lucky." You look at them, both so handsome yet so very different, the two of them somehow managing to be everything you have ever needed. "I want you to understand that you both have all of me, that every part of me belongs to you."

You draw in a breath, knowing what you must do, and then kneel, in front of the two of them, unfastening Humberto's pants first, freeing his manhood but not touching him beyond that, not until you have repeated your actions on Angel. And while they are certainly showing some interest, neither of them is at any kind of fullness, and so you start to stroke them, taking one member in each of your hands, feeling them respond to your touch in a way that gives you hope even as it makes your own body begin to awaken.

You take Angel in your mouth, sucking on him, your tongue circling around his head in that way he loves, your hand still working lightly on Humberto.

You glance up and over at him, seeing the frown still on his face, and you pull away from Angel, dropping a brief kiss at his tip before you shift across to his cousin.

"I..." Humberto starts, but you hush him, soothing.

"Let me please you," you murmur, licking your lips, sliding them down wet over him. He whines, quietly, as if he is trying to stifle the sound, and you hear Angel hiss in a breath as your hand caresses up his length.

You move back and forth between them, your mouth on one, your hand on the other and you have experience enough now to know exactly what will most excite them, but you do not let either of them get close to reaching completion. You watch them, observing the expressions on their faces as you attend to them, and slowly, gradually, you can see their focus begin change, their attention drawn away from each other and on to you. And so you redouble your efforts, doing everything you can to satisfy both of them, trying to make your actions not just physically but visually engaging, all lingering shyness gone as you lick and suck and moan around them, letting them see and hear plainly what it does for you, to honor them in this way.

And by the time you stop, they are both painfully erect, both visibly breathing hard, two sets of eyes deep and dark, as if overtaken by lust.

You stand up and look at them, and for the first time, you are sure, certain that you are more than enough for the two of them, that your true need is to be pleased by both of them, together. "Do you want me?" you say, stripping off your nightgown, crawling on the bed, lying back. "Then you must take me," you tell them.

You open yourself, body splayed wantonly, invitingly, and they look at you, then at each other. And you do not know what unspoken agreement passes between them, but you see it, a peace seemingly declared, however temporary, as they both climb onto the bed, looming over you, ready and wanting.

They each take you in turn, working together in a way that might surprise you, but there is something natural and right about it, first one inside you and then the other; kissing you, touching you, deliberately delaying their gratification until you have reached yours, again and again.

You are almost spent by the time they finish themselves, trembling beneath them, overwhelmed in the best possible way as Humberto thrusts himself into you, moaning, barely having moved off you before Angel is inside you, impatiently satisfying his need, your own desire threatening to consume you once again, but then he is done.

You whimper lightly, helpless, and they soothe you, lying either side of you, kissing you until you calm, and then not stopping, Angel teasingly nibbling at your ear and Humberto licking your neck, their hands on you until you begin to ache with renewed want. But you do not need more, for now.

"Do you see?" you ask. "What you both give me?"

"Perhaps," Humberto says, as if relenting just the tiniest amount.

"Maybe," Angel allows, cautiously.

You laugh at their stubbornness, saying firmly, "And now, we will rest."

"Can you not send him back to his own room?" Angel complains.

"No," you say, for you have decided. "From this time on, the three of us will spend our every night together."

"Every night?" they reply in dismayed unison.

"Every night," you say, and though they both seem to be prepared to argue, you cut them off shortly. "Do you wish to please me?"

"Of course," Angel answers.

"It is my only desire," Humberto says.

"Then you will do as I ask." You settle in, comfortable between them, perfectly, contentedly happy. "Now we will sleep and in the morning, the two of you will make love to me again."

"We're going to need a bigger bed," Angel grumbles.

"Then we will see the palace carpenters tomorrow and have them make one for us."

"I still hate him," Humberto mutters quietly.

"I still hate you," Angel rejoins.

And though you have no doubt that that is true, there is less fire remaining in their words.

"Well," you say, "that may be, but I love you." You smile. "Both of you."

#wwe imagine #ohnojustwrites #humberto carrillo imagine #angel garza #angel garza imagine #humberto carrillo

[aussiearrow]

October 4th - Angel Garza

A/N: Hey guys! It’s time for another round of 31 days of Fall/Halloween fics. While I did switch over to another blog and lose a lot of the fics due to removing certain wrestlers I’m not sure if I ever brought the other ones over as this is the 3rd annual one. I decided to use a lot more wrestlers that you don’t usually see ( that we deserve more fics about too ,and I will do more of them ). Hope you guys enjoy this round and happy fall y’all. Please remember these are done in advance so there is no requests at this time for them. :)

                                 Day 4/ October 4th - Angel Garza

       “ My parents never used to let me do anything fun on Halloween.”

Y/N watched as Angel grabbed the rest of the candy and placed it in the bowl by the door before he came over and sat down next to her on the couch. 

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Angel asked as he grabbed at the remote.

“It’s just all the kids and their costumes. They really seem to be having a blast, and the parents. They look really happy as well.” 

“You act like you haven’t done anything like that growing up.” Angel said with a laugh. 

Y/N looked at him,”I actually haven’t.” She said with a serious tone. 

“What really?”He said.

“Yeah, my parents never used to let me do anything fun on Halloween.” 

“Any particular reason?” 

“Not really no, both of them just weren’t a fan of the holidays and what they thought it meant.  Plus they saw some of the costumes and my dad almost lost it.” 

“I mean some of them are a little outrageous.” 

Y/N nodded,” I’m not saying that they weren’t. I went to college and they only got less covered up. That was my first real experience with Halloween. 

“Well looks like we’ll have to start our own tradition. It’s not too late and we’re almost out of candy anyway.” 

“Like what?” 

“Well I know a few Halloween parties going on that we have been invited too, maybe we can show up? If that’s okay with you.” 

“Well I do have a costume or two from college I could wear.” Y/N said as she got up. 

“Wait I thought you said that you didn’t -” 

“I said I never got to do what the kids did and that college was my first experience I ever had with Halloween. Neither those things were fun.” 

“So what exactly did you wear?” Angel said with a curious look. 

“Come with me and you’ll find out.” Y/N said as she stood up and made her way up the stairs. 

Angel made his way over,” Don’t have to tell me twice.”

#angel garza imagines #angel garza imagine #wwe imagines #wwe imagine

[itstheheebiejeebies]

Gabe Garza Wallpapers

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#generation kill #hbo war #gabe garza #wallpaper #dana's edits

[tenaflyviper]

Okay, so...if you haven't heard of them yet, The Linda Lindas are a group of four girls from Los Angeles, ranging in age from 11 to 17: Mila de la Garza (11), Eloise Wong (13), Lucia de la Garza (15), and Bela Salazar (17).

I am blown away by how this song effortlessly captures the essence of old school punk rock that was written and performed long before they were born. These future legends are signed on with Epitaph Records (a perfect fit) and have already opened for Bikini Kill.

That was in 2019, by the way. Imagine being Mila--8 years old at the time--and opening for the pioneers of the 90's "Riot Grrrl" punk subculture. I see a bright future ahead of these girls.

#The Linda Lindas #punk #punk rock #Youtube

[gandalfthemorallygrey]

Remember the WTNV Sandstorm Weathers?

Two different versions of a song called Eliezer’s Waltz. And if you go to listen to them on YouTube, like I do and am doing right now, and if you look into the comments section, you will see some discourse over which Waltz is the Night Vale version and which is Desert Bluffs. I have an answer. I came up with this idea on my own, but if I am accidentally stepping on anyone’s toes with this, let me know and I’ll credit them.

Objectively, here is what we definitely know about both songs:

-One was performed by Ventura Klezmer Band. This version was broadcast to Night Vale, but Kevin is the one to introduce it, saying, “And we have this sitting right here on this odd and bloodless desk. So now, dear listeners, whoever you are, I give you: the weather.” This version is in 3/4 time, and uses instruments like guitars. There is a person singing the word “lie”(or at least something that sounds like it) over and over throughout. This is V1.

-The second version is performed by Disparition. It was broadcast to Desert Bluffs but introduced by Cecil, who says “But before I go, because I am a radio professional, and it is sitting right here on this blood-splattered desk, I give you: the weather.” It is in 4/4 time and utilizes digital instruments, giving it a synth-y sound. There is nothing remotely resembling lyrics. This is V2.

As the YouTube account Angel Garza points out in the comments of the Disparition version, V2 falls more in line with Night Vale’s “sound”. It’s dark, calm, performed by the same person who does the intro. V1, meanwhile, is more organic- and friendly-sounding, much like the rest of Desert Bluffs’ music. Angel also points out that the correct tempo for a waltz is 3/4, a rule which only V1 follows. This falls in line with what we learn about Desert Bluffs, and how they follow rules “WITHOUT QUESTION”, as Garza puts it. Night Vale, however, is more relaxed and generally odd about that sort of thing, so it breaks the rule.

Angel Garza’s argument is that since Cecil and Kevin switched before the weather aired, V2 was originally set to play in Night Vale and V1 in Desert Bluffs, and they support it with the above musical analysis.

But people correctly point out that both radio hosts mention the weather already being on the desk of their new environments(ie. Kevin found V1 in Night Vale and just aired it, he didn’t come up with it himself), so that must mean that V2 is Desert Bluffs’ version, and V1 Night Vale’s?

But I think they’re looking at it all wrong. I, at least, when first thinking about this issue, was imagining a cassette or CD left on the desk to be pushed into a device that would broadcast the music. But I don’t think that’s right. We’re so used to the weather being a song in WTNV that we forget: it’s the weather. We don’t use a taped recording to report the weather. We read it aloud from reports. Night Vale’s weather aren’t actually songs. They sound like songs, probably because saying the word “cloud” was illegal for a while, and it’s kind of hard to get through a normal weather report without implying clouds’ existence, but they’re not.

This is supported by the fact that Cecil never introduces songs. He’s said, “Stay tuned now for more voices, more reassuring noise in this quiet world” and other such things when closing out his show, but the only conventional music we hear being played is the weather. So it wouldn’t be that big of a logical leap to assume that in Night Vale, what we consider music is instead a creative workaround to report meteorological conditions without mentioning clouds.

This changes everything, because it means that in all likelihood, Cecil and Kevin were doing something equivalent to reading identical reports. The weather in Night Vale and Desert Bluffs was the same, but it was the hosts’ personalities and perceptions that made the segments different. And might I remind you that the weathers in 19A and 19B were the same song. Just with completely different sounds and tempos.

This not only plays into the episodes’ themes of opposite duality, it explains why such a quintessentially Night Vale song weather report was apparently just sitting on a desk in Desert Bluffs--namely that it wasn’t, and that it was only because Cecil read it that it came across sounding like that.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk

#welcome to night vale #wtnv #wtnv 19 #long post #this realization smacked me in the head 30 minutes ago and I immediately had to write it down

[wresy]

Def wanna see Legado del Fantasma all take a turn on Angel Garza’s ass. Imagine his fat ass in the air being filled with cum and covered in hand prints from them all talking turns on it

omg that's so HOT

all three just taking turns pounding so hard

#ask

[cartoonfangirl1218]

Tales from Shadowhunter Academy thought-rant

Maybe it's because I read the series out of order that I have this opinion. But I wish Tales from Shadowhunter Academy had more stories following Simon and George and the like around their training and their missions for the school. Admittedly the first time I read it, I had only read the City of series, and I was eager for more Simon and Izzy so TfSA seemed perfect and I got attached to the character since I skipped to all the Simon scenes. Upon second reading, I had finished the Infernal Devices trilogy which soon became my favorite. I loved the Victorian fantasy aesthetic and all the literary quotes between Tessa and Will, and just ahh a lot of it. Anyway, so some of the stories made more sense now I knew who all these characters were. 

However, I still stand by how I wish more of it was focused on Simon at the Academy. In the 10 stories, 4 are stories within a story (The Whitechapel Fiend, Nothing but shadows, The evil we love, Pale Kings and Princes) and 2 have a major focus on side characters to set up future stories (Born to an endless night, Bitter Tongue).

Now don't get me wrong I enjoyed Born to an endless night and The Evil we love. It's always great to see the growing Lightwood-Bane family and compare their acceptance of Magnus to The Evil we love about Robert's time in The Circle. I was so disappointed to find out The Circle graphic novel was canned. I wanted to know more about them. At least The Evil we Love gave a taste, and later Celine’s story.   I especially liked Pale Kings and Princes because of how it combines the past with the downworlder prejudice that Simon is trying to combat after the events of the Fae-Sabastian alliance and New Accords. But ones like The Whitechapel Fiend and Nothing but Shadows felt like it was using the Academy as frame stories so people can see the Infernal Devices gang again and learn about the Chain of Gold generation. 

Which is nice but.... we have so much content coming from Ghosts of the ShadowMarket, the Chain of Gold trilogy, even in the Magnus Bane. Chronicles which I'd argue is a better use of it since Magnus is part of the story, trying to help James in The Midnight Heir compared to Simon who just listens and learns relevant lessons. I guess the big reason why I want more about Simon's time at the Academy is that I actually wanted to know more about his fellow students.

George, ah, I ADORE George Lovelace. I'd give to see two whole novellas about him, he is so charming. I agree with Simon, he is a wonderful guy and could give Jace a run for his money.

But there's also Marisol Garza Solcedo. It's implied she's had a hard life, dead parents, and that she specifically came to the Academy to learn to fight. I want to know more! What is it like for mundanes like Marisol who don't have any special connections to prominent families (like Kit), just bad lives and iron wills. Like Simon wondered, what drove a 13 year old to join the Academy to potentially die by fighting demons or by ascending. And what about Beatriz Velez Mendoza whose father, grandfather, and brother died during the Dark War? Were they the heads of the family? What was it like when it was only women? She grew up away from Idris, what was it like? How did that inform her nicer perception of Downworlders/does she ever feel pressured to live up to the family members who died? Beatriz who is distantly related to Cristina Rosales-Mendoza, do they know each other at all?

And Jon Cartwright? Is there something he should be ashamed about his family as Scarsbury implied? What was it for him to become close to the dregs that he scorned so much? To fall in love with Marisol? Did he fear his family might disapprove? Is that why he dated Julie briefly before falling hard and committedly to Marisol?

And there's Julie Beauvale. We only had one scene of sympathy to know her mother and sister died, but what about her dad? She says he's useless now, what is it like to live with a dad who may be permanently traumatized or changed? How hard is it to reconcile what you thought you knew about your whole life and culture to realize The Law may be wrong? How did she finally succumb to the charm of George Lovelace (I mean, it's not hard to imagine, George is a gem after all. But I want more flirty George and even sexy George). And what about Vivian Penhollow having to make the Academy work after being retired for the last 50 or so years. Vivian trying not to let her cousin-in-law and Consul Jia down. And someone really trying to reconcile Downworlders and Shadowhunters. Sunil and Boris and the like. I wanted to see their missions, the different styles of leadership between them.

I want to see more of their personality flaws, how they handle possibly failing in archery or something, maybe some heart to hearts and those classic back to back fight poses. If we didn't have that Nothing but Shadows story we could have seen shadowhunter vs mundane baseball!  Maybe have them track or fight or something with downworlders we haven’t seen. I always wanted to see more of how mermaids are in this world. Maybe even kelpies. Something besides the big three of vamps, werewolves and fae. 

I just feel that these characters had so much more depth potential to be mined but they were sidelined in favor of stories with characters that will have whole novels/POVs in future books. I know Simon can't be observant of everyone since he has his own problems and was trying to get a date with Izzy, I understand that but maybe we could have gotten more explicit hints. 

He was surprised that Beatriz and Julie became parabatai, I was too. Cassandra wrote on her tumblr it was because "Aw, you’re so sweet! I’m so glad you like Julie and Beatriz. It was fun to write them, in that they were having a whole sromance (like a bromance but with girls!) which Simon wasn’t entirely aware of. I actually think that Julie and Beatriz weren’t that close before they went to the Academy, but that through knowing Simon, George and Beatriz, Julie’s mind and the way she wanted to live was changed forever, and she wanted (and asked) Beatriz to be parabatai with her for the same reason I think a lot of people want a parabatai… to have someone who keeps them right, to have someone who makes them a better Shadowhunter, not just practically but morally." Well, how do they do that? What does Beatriz get from Julie's harshness? How does Julie become more compassionate? We wouldn't know because as she said Simon doesn't notice, which is a slight shame because until Chain of Gold, we didn't have a female-female parabatai duo. 

Jon apparently comes to care so much for George that he cries at his funeral. How would we get that? They hardly hung out until the last story. Simon only starts noticing Marisol and Jon's relationship as something romantic in Angels Twice Descending. Well, I wanted to know more about them too. Because it was clear that something was developing beyond Marisol wanting to scare and humble Jon. When did they first click as something more? 

I knew they wouldn't be main characters, they wouldn't be saviors of the big battles and I certainly didn't expect them to be anything more than cameos. But if they'd gotten explored a little more, just for these novellas to focus on them, their deaths in Lord Midnight and Queen of Air and Darkness would become even more poignant because we care about them as characters,not just as Simon's friends. Basically I wish there was some more love for them and maybe more headcanons besides the ones swirling in my head about these unanswered questions.  So if you have hcs or ideas or want to add to the rant. Reblog and add on. 

#random musings #unpopular opinion #maybe #tales from shadowhunter academy #the shadowhunter chronicles #simon lewis #george lovelace #marisol garza #beatriz mendoza #jon cartwright #julie beauvale

[uncloseted]

what are your thoughts on the black lives matter movement and recent events in Minneapolis?

Black lives matter. Period. Black lives are irreplaceable.  I am fully in support of the Black Lives Matter movement.  I’m furious and appalled and disgusted by police brutality, and I’m a white person.  I can’t even imagine how furious and appalled and disgusted the Black community must be right now. I don’t think it’s my place to insert myself into this conversation as a white person, but I also recognize that you all come here to hear my opinions on things, so I’m going to try and be brief, but I also want to make sure I say everything that needs to be brought up.

The US justice system is racist from top to bottom, from the people who are hired to be police officers to the way they’re trained to the way Black people are arrested, tried, and imprisoned, to what happens to imprisoned people once they’re released.  Our police system was formed from discriminatory practices designed to uphold racist and prejudiced ideas, and it continues to do that to this day.

Armed white protestors in Michigan assembled outside of the statehouse just a few weeks ago to demand that governments relax stay at home orders.  They screamed in the faces of police officers with no reaction from authorities. They were treated humanely; no arrests were made.  George Floyd was unarmed.  He was killed for allegedly trying to pass off a fake $20 bill.  Not even for passing off a fake $20 bill- for being suspected of using a counterfeit bill.  He was deemed threatening solely because of the way he looked.  He begged for his life and his pleas fell on deaf ears.  He was unarmed. He was not yelling in an officer’s face.  And yet our president tweeted that the Michigan protestors are “very good people…see them, talk to them, make a deal,” while the protestors demanding the end of police brutality are, “thugs” and “when the looting starts, the shooting starts.”

I know a lot of people object to the property damage the riots have caused and are asking why Black Lives Matter couldn’t have taken a more peaceful approach.  But they did. They peacefully protested and circulated information and called their representatives and demanded that disgraced cops are fired from their jobs and took knees during football games.  They were ridiculed for it. Their protests did not create the widespread change that is needed. So more people were killed at the hands of the police officers who were supposed to protect them.  

Martin Luther King Jr said that “a riot is the language of the unheard”. Before we lament the property damage to the likes of Autozone and Dollar Tree, let’s take a second to consider the incredible frustration and anger that would lead someone to do that.  Let’s consider how long these voices have gone unheard, how long their community has suffered.  The window of a Dollar Tree, a burned Autozone, those things are replaceable.  George Floyd’s life is not.  Eric Garner’s life is not. Ahmud Arbery, Beronna Taylor, Treyvon Martin, those lives are not replaceable.  By making this a conversation about property damage, we are admitting that we care more about capitalism than we do about human lives.  That’s disgusting.  The damage to those businesses is so, so small compared to the damage the Black community has faced at the hands of the police officers that are supposed to protect them and a justice system that monetarily profits from their imprisonment. 

Protestors have alleged that the cops initiated the violence. They have said that the protests were peaceful until the cops showed up in riot gear and started using water cannons, tear gas, and rubber bullets.  Dispatch has reportedly refused to provide medical attention to the protestors or allow ambulances to reach the protestors. The police are allegedly using non-lethal weapons in a lethal way, such as shooting rubber bullets at people’s heads. There have been reports that undercover police are pretending to be violent protestors, and that the white man who damaged the AutoZone that started the violence was an undercover cop pretending to be a protestor.  Other protestors tried to stop him, but were afraid for their safety because he had a hammer. (Edit to add: the cop in the video has been identified as Jacob Pedersen of the St. Paul Police Department.  You can report him by emailing the St. Paul Police Department - [email protected]). The police have allegedly jammed cell phone towers and cut live streams to prevent people from seeing what’s going on.  Reporters who are at the scene of the protests are being arrested without just cause.

The police are supposed to protect us, not to scare us.  They should be on the side of peace and justice and humanity.  They should not be the enemy, and yet, they constantly act as the enemy.  They should be educated in de-escalating situations instead of making those situations worse.  They shouldn’t be militarized the way that they are to begin with.

We cannot keep letting this happen, and by staying silent on this issue, we are.  Anti-apartheid and human rights activist Desmond Tutu said, “if you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor.” Nobel laureate and Holocaust survivor Elie Wiesel said, “we must take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented.” Martin Luther King Jr said “the hottest place in Hell is reserved for those who remain neutral in times of great moral conflict…[an individual] who accepts evil without protesting against it is really cooperating with it”.  We cannot be neutral.  We must use our privilege and positions of power to fight for those whose voices are drowned out.  We must fight to make sure they’re heard and respected and taken seriously. 

Here is what you can do to help the situation:

Check the official page for #BlackLivesMatter for information on how to be a good ally and donate to your local Black Lives Matter chapter:

https://blacklivesmatter.com/

Follow and listen to Black Lives Matter founders Patrisse Khan-Cullors, Alicia Garza, and Opal Tometi.

Contact Minneapolis Mayor Jacob Frey here to demand justice. You can also call his office at 612-673-2100. Call DA Mike Freeman (612-348-5550) and tell him to arrest and charge the involved officers for the Murder of George Floyd. Derek Chauvin has already been arrested, but Thomas Lane, Tou Thao and J Alexander Kueng are still free.

SIGN THESE PETITIONS:

https://www.change.org/p/mayor-jacob-frey-justice-for-george-floyd

https://www.change.org/p/change-org-the-minneapolis-police-officers-to-be-charged-for-murder-after-killing-innocent-black-man

https://www.change.org/p/department-of-justice-mandatory-life-sentence-for-police-brutality

https://www.change.org/p/mayor-jacob-frey-justice-for-george-floyd-2

https://sign.moveon.org/petitions/justiceforfloyd-demand-the-police-officers-who-killed-george-floyd-are-fired

https://go.theactionpac.com/sign/justice-for-george-floyd?akid=s126290..-x2Vhw

https://go.theactionpac.com/sign/stand-with-breonna?akid=s170063..jxQ_ei

DONATE TO GEORGE FLOYD’S FAMILY:

https://www.gofundme.com/f/georgefloyd

FOR THE PEOPLE WHO LIVE INTERNATIONALLY:

If you cannot sign without American postal codes, here are a few you can use: 

90015 - Los Angeles, California 10001 - New York City, New York 75001 - Dallas, Texas

TEXT “FLOYD” TO 55156!

TEXT “JUSTICE” TO 668366!

DONATE TO THESE CAUSES:

Donate to the Minnesota Freedom Fund, who are reducing the burden of bail for protestors who have been arrested. 

https://minnesotafreedomfund.org/

Donate to Reclaim the Block, a grassroots organization based in Minneapolis.

https://secure.everyaction.com/zae4prEeKESHBy0MKXTIcQ2

Donate to Black Visions Collective, who focuses on transformative justice in the state of Minnesota.

https://secure.everyaction.com/4omQDAR0oUiUagTu0EG-Ig2

Donate to North Star Health Collective, a group of street medics, who are using the funds for gear and medical supplies.

https://www.northstarhealthcollective.org/donate

Find our your local police department’s hiring practices and ensure that disgraced cops cannot be rehired.  Does your police department conduct background checks? What are the union’s rules with respect to fired officers? Can the department be forced to rehire? Are police personnel records available?  Reach out to your city council and your state legislator and demand that they change these policies.  Support efforts to change these policies. The cop who murdered George Floyd had more than ten complaints filed against him and had been involved in three other civilians shootings.  We cannot keep letting these people be rehired.

#Anonymous #effys-closet #effys closet

[wweassets]

Imagine bending over Angel Garza in a tiny jockstrap. His fat cheeks barely contained. You get to eat him, and hear him beg for your cock. Eventually you get up, slap his fat slutty ass, & slide in. His small cock gets fully erect & oozy while you build into a pounding rythm. Kipling his fat cheeks while his tight hole sucks you in stepper to ram his spot.

umm:// this is TOO hot ://// whew we need MORE please

#ask

[rockislandadultreads]

Black History Month: Contemporary Reads

Long Way Down by Jason Reynolds

An ode to Put the Damn Guns Down, this is New York Times bestseller Jason Reynolds’s fiercely stunning novel that takes place in sixty potent seconds—the time it takes a kid to decide whether or not he’s going to murder the guy who killed his brother. A cannon. A strap. A piece. A biscuit. A burner. A heater. A chopper. A gat. A hammer A tool for RULE Or, you can call it a gun. That’s what fifteen-year-old Will has shoved in the back waistband of his jeans. See, his brother Shawn was just murdered. And Will knows the rules. No crying. No snitching. Revenge. That’s where Will’s now heading, with that gun shoved in the back waistband of his jeans, the gun that was his brother’s gun. He gets on the elevator, seventh floor, stoked. He knows who he’s after. Or does he? As the elevator stops on the sixth floor, on comes Buck. Buck, Will finds out, is who gave Shawn the gun before Will took the gun. Buck tells Will to check that the gun is even loaded. And that’s when Will sees that one bullet is missing. And the only one who could have fired Shawn’s gun was Shawn. Huh. Will didn’t know that Shawn had ever actually USED his gun. Bigger huh. BUCK IS DEAD. But Buck’s in the elevator? Just as Will’s trying to think this through, the door to the next floor opens. A teenage girl gets on, waves away the smoke from Dead Buck’s cigarette. Will doesn’t know her, but she knew him. Knew. When they were eight. And stray bullets had cut through the playground, and Will had tried to cover her, but she was hit anyway, and so what she wants to know, on that fifth floor elevator stop, is, what if Will, Will with the gun shoved in the back waistband of his jeans, MISSES. And so it goes, the whole long way down, as the elevator stops on each floor, and at each stop someone connected to his brother gets on to give Will a piece to a bigger story than the one he thinks he knows. A story that might never know an END…if WILL gets off that elevator. Told in short, fierce staccato narrative verse, Long Way Down is a fast and furious, dazzlingly brilliant look at teenage gun violence, as could only be told by Jason Reynolds.

When They Call You a Terrorist: A Black Lives Matter Memoir by Patrisse Khan-Cullors, Asha Bandele, Angela Y. Davis (Foreword)

Now Adapted for Young Adult Readers

A poetic and powerful memoir about what it means to be a Black woman in America—and the co-founding of a movement that demands justice for all in the land of the free. Raised by a single mother in an impoverished neighborhood in Los Angeles, Patrisse Khan-Cullors experienced firsthand the prejudice and persecution Black Americans endure at the hands of law enforcement. For Patrisse, the most vulnerable people in the country are Black people. Deliberately and ruthlessly targeted by a criminal justice system serving a white privilege agenda, Black people are subjected to unjustifiable racial profiling and police brutality. In 2013, when Trayvon Martin’s killer went free, Patrisse’s outrage led her to co-found Black Lives Matter with Alicia Garza and Opal Tometi. Condemned as terrorists and as a threat to America, these loving women founded a hashtag that birthed the movement to demand accountability from the authorities who continually turn a blind eye to the injustices inflicted upon people of Black and Brown skin. Championing human rights in the face of violent racism, Patrisse is a survivor. She transformed her personal pain into political power, giving voice to a people suffering in equality and a movement fueled by her strength and love to tell the country—and the world—that Black Lives Matter. When They Call You a Terrorist is Patrisse Khan-Cullors and asha bandele’s reflection on humanity. It is an empowering account of survival, strength and resilience and a call to action to change the culture that declares innocent Black life expendable.

Tyler Johnson Was Here by Jay Coles

When Marvin Johnson's twin, Tyler, goes to a party, Marvin decides to tag along to keep an eye on his brother. But what starts as harmless fun turns into a shooting, followed by a police raid. The next day, Tyler has gone missing, and it's up to Marvin to find him. But when Tyler is found dead, a video leaked online tells an even more chilling story: Tyler has been shot and killed by a police officer. Terrified as his mother unravels and mourning a brother who is now a hashtag, Marvin must learn what justice and freedom really mean.

Snapped by Alexa Martin

With the stakes this high, it’s no longer just a game for the quarterback in this romance by the author of Blitzed. Elliot Reed is living her best life—or pretending to. She owes it to her dad’s memory to be happy and make the most of her new job as Strategic Communications Manager for the Denver Mustangs. Things are going well until star quarterback Quinton Howard Jr. decides to use the field as his stage and becomes the first player to take a knee during the national anthem. As the son of a former professional athlete, Quinton knows the good, the bad, and the ugly about football. He's worked his entire life to gain recognition in the sport, and now that he has it, he’s not about to waste his chance to change the league for better. Not even the brilliant but infuriating Elliot, who the Mustangs assign to manage him, will get Quinton back in line. A rocky initial meeting only leads to more tension between Quinton and Elliot. But as her new job forces them to spend time together, she realizes they may have more in common than she could've ever imagined. With her job and his integrity on the line, this is one coin toss that nobody can win.

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