#ay ezra ay ezra

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Ezra te extrañe un chingo no mames no mames no mames aaaaah quiero llorar feo por un wey que ni existe lo extrañe mucho, tuve mucha fé. Ay lo malo que no lo tendremos tanto pero aún así BEBITO BEBITO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAh

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It's funny… I mean, even though I grew up here, I feel like a total outsider.

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Just thought of something,

Imagine Ezra with a reader that is like kinda disgusted with him. They give the bombastic side eye and sneer/give him an unamused look *ofc they don't say anything*. They only see him as a convenient booty call and then ghost him. (Seriously, reader will disappear at random for like 1 week or so somewhere and then come back 😂)

"That dude uhh...what's his face?....Ezra! Yeah no, he's like a walking penis to me, that's it. :/" DPNJDNPDBPB

my GOD i love this idea.

MINORS DNI!!!!

CW: G/N!Reader, reader referred to as they/them, no genitalia described for reader(just hole), SUB!Reader, p in hole, rough sex, names for reader (good slut), reader has hair(not described),

“Ezra? what? no way, we are literally just fuck buddies.” You cross your arms.

Your best friend’s eyes travel from you to something behind and very far above you, then they swallow hard with widening eyes.

“He’s right behind me isn’t he.” you ask, though you already know the answer. Who else at this college is almost seven foot?

They nod slowly. “uh huh…”

“Ezra, hey….” You roll your eyes and shift your weight lazily onto one hip once you’re turned to face him.

“I heard ya talkin about lil’ol me,” His wide smile leaks smoke between teeth, a lit cigarette is burning between his finger and thumb. “Fuck buddies ay?” He strokes his chin.

You’re all stood inside campus, the english building specifically.

“Ezra put that out, you’re indoors.” You scoff motioning with your hand to the cig, and deepening your frown. “And it’s not like I said somethin’ you didn’t already know.” You shrug.

“So you wouldn’t care if i just—” He grabs a chick from the growing crowd.

He makes the pale, brunette drop her books, his smile more than bordering on manic, making the chick back up until she’s blocked by his body against the lockers.

“Ezra you ass.” You cross your arms disapprovingly, “you’re scaring her.” you confidently stride over to the two and separate them. “Here, like this,”

You pull up her chin with you index finger, letting your thumb pull down her full lower lip gently, you place your free hand on the wall behind her, and start to open her legs by sliding your knee in between them.

Her eyes are wide like a rabbit’s caught by a snake.

“What the fuck.” Ezra stands dumbfounded. His brows knit harshly as he watches your little display.

He pulls you off of her and slams you up against the lockers yourself, the metal rattles against the bricks behind them. She squeals and runs forgetting her books all together. You can help the smile from growing wider on your face.

With an “oof” from you from the impact and the quick movement, He picks you up under your arms desperate to get you higher, you bounce as he throws you upwards to catch you this time by your ass. Your legs naturally wrap around his waist, with your back already arching into him, his erection rubs you in just the right spot through layers of clothes.

Your lips are pulled to each others wonderfully like magnets. As his tongue enters you without asking permission, he assaults your own with it aggressively, making your body glow hotly. He’s so rough, chasing his own highs using you more like an object for his own pleasure.

your back arches, lining you guys up perfectly, you grind into eachother and groan in unison.

“Y/N,” he says into your neck as his mouth follows the curve of your shoulder, biting down along the way, and tasting your skin.

His breaths cause you to release shaky little gasps and whimpers.

Your hands pull his face even closer to your body, the way you’re drawn to eachother, you can’t be close enough.

You don’t wonder why that is.

He pushes his hips forward to hold you without his hands. He needs them for a second to open his pants and get your own bottoms out of his way.

He bites the bottom of his shirt to hold it up, it must’ve been too baggy and he couldn’t see over it, but your eyes scan down the washboard, down that happy trail, and from this angle, you can admire how big he is as he grabs it by the base, his fist barely wrapping around it, he lines up with you.

You bite your lip, brows peaking and maw drooling in anticipation.

Your hips wiggle on their own unintentionally making it harder for him and he slips, his molten cock rubs up against your front instead of deliciously slotting into you.

“hhaaa, Ezraaaa!” Your aura buzzes around you, “Fuck me already! please!” you beg.

Taking hold of his hard member, he makes you think he’s finally going to enter you, but instead he slaps you with it.

You jump, looking down again.

A thin thread of his pre connects you both.

He slaps you with the meaty thing again!

“St-stop!! Just put it in! oh my gods!” You stutter as pleasure ripples through you like electricity.

Your hand is up near his face when he guides the tip to pop inside you. He takes your hand roughly pulling it away from him, for a second you’re scared he might break your wrist…

You’d of never expected what he actually did next…

Bringing it back to his mouth, he chastely kisses your palm locking his eyes with yours so he knows you watched.

Not looking away, he then bites your wrist, though not as harshly as you’re used to from him. It’s so light in fact it only tickles, and you whine and grind against him.

It feels confusingly loving…

Your heart squeezes in your chest.

You have to physically shake your head, unsure if that’s what you’ve actually just witnessed and we’re a part of.

His expression hasn’t changed from serious, to anything less as he rubs against you.

Finally though, he pulls your bodies together at the base, letting you slide down enough for him to spear you open with his hard member.

“Ffffuck~” he lets out, his eyes only closing briefly to savor the feeling of you. “S’tight” his voice comes out a deep hiss.

His grip on your ass tightens, as he pushes as far inside of you as he can burrowing his way all the way up to your still thumping heart.

It’s hard to breathe, so you’re left shallowly gasping until he pulls out, just to bull head his way back into you, slamming your body roughly against the lockers.

The crowd of gawkers have been snapping pictures and taking videos, but you don’t care, and Ezra certainly doesn’t.

With a particularly hard thrust from under you, you let out an even louder moan, your head falling back against the metal and dragging down against it as he continues to fuck you. Your toes are curled so hard.

“Hah~ Ezra~!” Your voice is music to his ears, he bites his lip and starts plowing more viscously into you. “Yes! Yes! Yes!!! Ezra!!”

“Such a good slut, always takin’ me so well!” He grabs you by the hair, pulling your head back farther, before leaning on closer to whisper, “You better be smiling for all those cameras,” he nips your ear making you yelp.

you look past Ezra and hold up a peace sign while grabbing his shoulder with your other hand for some semblance of control.

He bounces your body against the metal, but you get some headway, and start fucking him back, using all of your strength to lift yourself up, it feels like trying to lift weights when you’ve never lifted before!

But you manage to do him, and his eye twitches as he realizes what you’re doing.

It’s quickly becoming a battle to see who can get the other off first.

You squeeze him as tightly as you can, arching your back just so when you shove yourself back over him, and coming up you bend so that he can feel every spongey bump inside you.

You can feel him getting close, but you are too.

He tries to tightly hold your hips but it’s too late for him, and the second he takes control back he emo

As he holds you there, you wrestle control back and start to lift yourself against his newly sapped strength.

“Y/N!” He grunts and shudders. Arms coming around your upper body, in a tight embrace, as if…

As if he’s afraid to lose you.

You cum over him.

As he shudders and continues to squeeze you, you slip from his grasp as he catches his breath against the locker, once you’re detached you take his phone from in his pocket “Smile for the camera, baby” and take his picture.

You toss the device at his feet, and fix your clothes.

He’s still catching his breath, you’ve never seen him this winded, you don’t let your mind linger on why that might be before you return to your friend and leave him there,

his now limp dick out for everyone to laugh at.

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Ch. 04 - Fight, Fight

Pairing: Jey Uso / Josh Fatu x Aries / Ezmeralda Bey

Synopsis: Devoted to her craft and her family, WWE Superstar Ezmeralda has a library of accolades accomplished on her own and by the side of her family like never before. As she leads the Women's Revolution to glory, romance seems to find her at the most unexpected moment... in the ring.

Warning(s): SFW, OC is a black woman, swearing, WWE-canon violence, Non-scripted fights, body shaming, body insecurities, WWE's consistant misogyny is blatant until later chapters, etc.

Cross-posted: Wattpad

Ch. 01 | Ch. 02 | Ch. 03 | Ch. 04 |

Kansas City, MO 

Today before the show, a few of the girls were set out to do an autograph signing. Ezmeralda had taken the opportunity to ditch the scene for some time with her brothers in the ring. The trio run through their drills, going over their move set before taking a quick break. 

"So why ain't you out there with Trin and 'em?" Ezekiel questions, sipping some of his water. 

The youngest triplet shrugs, "we already sell a shit ton of merch as is and I love seeing the fans, but I'm not all for having to dress up and flaunt my body in hopes the sales can put more zeros on our check."

"I hate to say it, but sex sells. Especially as a woman who is being broadcasted and is participating in sports, your body is at least 90% the main concern of the fans and the company. 5% is your knowledge of the craft and the other 5% is your skill. If your face doesn't 'sit right' with them or body doesn't look like this girl or that girl, you either gotta change it or get lost."

"When my brothers and I first started, that was a huge thing going on in WWE. The women, the Divas, were nothing but eye candy. Yeah, they'll do a little this and a little that, but at the end of the day, your sex is what earns the company money while the 'big dogs' get to have their fun and be rightfully paid for doing their jobs."

"Just like in the past and just like now, my body is for myself to enjoy. It's not for everybody and I don't feel comfortable." 

Ezra sighs, irritated. He, himself, has always hated whenever Talent Relations would ask her to play roles that suggested her as nothing more than eye candy or a bed warmer. "Fuck that, let's talk about somethin' else before I get heated."

"What's up with you and Joshua?" He side-eyes her, studying the way her face scrunched at the question. Ezmeralda's lips purse, pushing out into duck lips as if she was a child all over again. She points at the elder Bey, mimicking their great uncle's accent.

"Le'me... Le'me tell yu somet'in'," they burst into laughter. She stutters through her laugh, "me and Josh... are chillin', ye know? We're gettin' to know each other some more."

Ezekiel reels back, face scrunched, "'gettin' to know each other?' Girl, y'all been knowin' each other since like 2008. What else y'all need to know about each other?"

She kisses her teeth, "that's why I said 'some more' dumbass."

"Look," Ezra shakes his head, "all I know is that Josh is like an extra little brother. You? Are my little sister, okay? Both of y'all are my favorite, but I'll be damn if you play with his emotions and he plays with yours, especially with us working together."

"We've talked about it just a little. He understands that I don't have experience in this field and I want to take it slow. I want to learn about myself and my love language before I just go jumping in his arms screaming: 'I'm yours!'"

Ezekiel side eyes her, pushing his palms towards her. "Girl, too much. Too much. We you're brothers, not your girlfriends, nye. All we needed to know was that y'all were taking it slow like Bobby Valentino. That was all." 

She giggles, heading for backstage. "Where you headin'?" Ezra raises an eyebrow. She looks over her shoulder, "Checkin' on my outfit for the night. Your girl gotta look good, ya dig?"

"Aye, can you check on ours, too?" Ezekiel shouts, hanging upside down on the ropes. Instead of answering, Ezmeralda simply shakes her head. 

As Ezmeralda was looking over her outfit, Trinity steps up to her with a scrunched face. "Girl," she trails, collapsing beside the older woman. "Guess what Ariane's pestering about now?"

Immediately, Ezmeralda's face drops as a heavy sigh leaves her chest. "Oh, God. Does that woman ever stop?" 

Trinity snorts, "of course not. So, we're getting ready for the signing when the Bellas and Ariane begin talking about the size of their boobs, especially Nikki's. We get to the booth, Nikki's pushin' them things up as if they weren't already spilling out and Ariane's trying to do the same like, it hurt to watch."

She pauses, "that's when she goes: 'I'mma go to an appointment.'" Ezmeralda's jaw drops, "because Nikki has big boobs?!"

Trinity shrugs, nodding, "basically."

"Nat has big boobs, so big that it looks as if she's pushing them up when she's not and yet look at how the company treats her," the veteran scoffs. "And don't get me started with the fact that the recovery process might set y'all back. It's a stupid decision." 

"Typically, the Divas compete with one another for screen time and climbing the ranks for popularity in the company. One of the biggest things that comes into count is the appearance of them. If they look more like a model or some type of dream woman, you have a step in the door."

She shakes her head, "I've seen women in the business go in and out with several different surgeries on various difference spots of their bodies. I don't really care if they do it, but I always say that it's better to do things for yourself than for others. If it makes you happy? Do it until your heart bursts, but please never do something to make someone else happy cause they never will be."

Los Angeles, CA 

Tired of Ariane's growing bullshit, Trinity had volunteered Ezmeralda as the tag team's third party to the opening of a boutique. Not one for boutiques, especially high end ones or having to dress up on her day, she came up with an ultimatum. She'd go as long as she could bring a 'date,' which was really supposed to be her fellow escapee. 

And who better to invite than her slow burn lover, Joshua?

Dressed in a creme, off the shoulder top and a short, brown skirt with a thigh slit paired with a matching set of brown leather knee high heels and a brown purse, Josh had unintentionally matched with her.

Similarly, the younger Fatu took on a slick yet casual approach, dressed in a creme crewneck and matching jeans with a custom pair of brown and creme low high Air Forces - a birthday gift from yours truly.

The duo walks behind Trinity and Jon, their faces taking on a natural mean mug. It was no secret that Josh was an introvert and preferred socializing on his own terms rather than smiling in the face of strangers everyday.

For Ezmeralda, she was to stand in the public with one interview after another since she was one of the many household names of the company; although, that didn't mean she was willing to do it for free and on her off day.

"Jon, Josh," Ariane's boyfriend, Vincent, calls over his shoulder. "Get your swag on. Swag on, baby, there you go."

Immediately, Josh and Ezmeralda side eye one another. Nearly laughing her ass off, Ezmeralda shakes her head and keeps walking.

"Wait, babe," Ariane stops Vincent, "um, so, you're gonna stand right here. And we're gonna work it." 

Ariane looks over at Trinity and Ezmeralda, "come on, girls. Let's work."

Trinity begrudingly steps forward, pulling the older woman with her. As the three stepped closer to the boutique's entrance, the small group of paparrazzi begin to take photos of them. A few primarily focusing their shots on the veteran posing out of of her element.

Blinded and overstimulated, Ezmeralda walks past them and heads for the door. "I'm'a head inside, y'all," she states.

Ariane quickly tries to pull her back, "no, girl, you need to, you gotta," Trinity goes to follow Ezmeralda in.

"Wait, no, stop. Hold on," Ariane catches them. "Picture, y'all. Come on. You better work. Bitch, you better work."

She goes back to posing while Trinity carries a large yet tense smile and Ezmeralda simply smoulders in the cameras.

"There's nothing wrong with the glitz and the glam," she laughs. "I've watched my family deal with it for practically, my entire life. I think that's what really sets me apart from others, at times, because I don't care for having a camera in my face every second. I don't care for having every ounce of information about me uttered to the public as it's not their business. I do it cause it's a part of the job."

Even inside the boutique, Ariane and a few photographers were taking pictures rather than enjoying the clothes. Trinity stood beside Ezmeralda, an exhausted pout was prominent on her face. The elder woman pats her on the back.

"You okay, boo?" Trinity nods, "I just wanna do something fun without the cameras and stuff, ya know? Like this, isn't fun."

Ezmeralda pulls her into a quick hug, "don't worry, we'll find something fun without the attention."

As they look at the different shoes, they take that as their moment to talk. "So, what's been going on with you and Ariane, recently?" This ellicits a heavy sigh for the young woman. 

Trinity shakes her head, "we've been butting heads a lot recently. Like, I want us to grow as wrestlers. That's what we're here for, you know? Doing our little dance is cool, I use do that before WWE, but that's not my job anymore. However, Ariane doesn't see it like that. She's so focused on the glitz and the glamour of this, it's like she doesn't really care that much about wrestling."

"Oh," Ezmeralda hums. "It's always been obvious that you and Ariane solely have chemistry because of the time you've had to work with each other, but outside of that, you guys are insanely different to the point where a clash was bound to happen."

Trinity's eyebrows raise. "Really?"

The veteran nods her head. "From the moment she tried going behind Sandra's back to get y'all's costumes without even including you, I knew she was focusing on the wrong things at the wrong time. It's best that you talk to her, not as a friend, but as a business partner cause this can jeopardize your spot in the company."

The two hug, Trinity eyes slightly watering as the stress weighs heavy on her mind. "Thank you, Ezzie."

The woman smiles, "I always got your back, sis. Now, let's go find the twins and sneak out." They laugh, searching for their men. 

Tampa, FL

While on another day off, Trinity, Ezmeralda, Eva, Jojo, and Ariane decided to go for a fun day out Go-Karting. Trinity, especially, wanted to try and deescalate the tension growing between herself and her tag team partner. 

As they all were getting settled, Eva begins to joke. "Ladies, ladies, while I love you, I see that little stand over there," she points at the podium. "I'll be standing on top."

Ezmeralda laughs, "good luck with that, girl. You talkin' to someone who used to steal cars and race them thangs around the block." Jojo and Eva's eyes widen in shock, laughing at the small insight of the superstar's childhood.

Eva and Ariane pose at the top while Trinity shakes her head. "Both of y'all gon' be numbers two and three cause I'm gonna be number one." They all were given their helmets and told the rules and safety regulations.

They begin racing, the mics picking up their laughs with every drift and crash. Once the race was over, the official hands out their papers while announcing their placements. "In fifth place, we have Trinity."

She playfully snatches the paper out of his hands, crumbling it as the others laugh. "Fourth place, we have Jojo," he announces, handing the girl her paper as she giggled beside Trinity. "In third, we have Eva." The redhead's jaw drops. 

"What? I didn't get first?" She laughs, taking the bronze metal. Ezmeralda laughs, "damn, that's tough." The official continues, "in second, is Ariane." 

The woman's jaw drops, she side eyes Ezmeralda and swings her hair. "Girl, bye," she kisses her teeth, taking the silver. "And finally, but not least, in first with the gold is Ezzie." The superstar takes the gold, sliding it over her head with a little dance.

She climbs to the top, "yessir! Yessir!" She sings. "I'm a gamer, I do this, yuh." The others laugh. Afterwards, the group chilled on the side, talking.

"You was all about winning, passing me and everything. Both of y'all lapped me, but now look at you," Trinity jokes, pointing at Eva and Ariane.

"Don't be mad because you're slow, girl," Ariane chastises.

Trinity laughs, catching Eva in a small hug, "I'm not mad. I'm not a sore loser. Ezzie won, you got second place; congratulations."

Empathetically, Ezmeralda knew what was bound to happen due to the brewing conflict between the women. She wraps an arm around Trinity's waist.

"You could be a little more sincere about it," Ariane argues, receiving a side eye from Ezmeralda.

Trinity continues to try and brush her off, "get over it. Sincere about what?"

"Because you're like, uh, congratulations. You're just being bitter right now."

Trinity gives her a face. "I'm not being bitter. You're doing too much right now. It's a game, who cares?" Ariane holds up her metal, "but I won, though."

At this point Trinity and Ezmeralda was getting annoyed. "Don't get hot," Ariane taunts.

"I'm the one that wins the matches," Trinity states. Ariane raises her eyebrows, "oh, so you're the one who wins the matches? But when it comes to speaking, I'm the one who can talk on the mic."

Trinity tilts her head, "I can speak very well for myself." Ariane points at her, "you wanna take it there?" Trinity shrugs, "it's already took there."

"Trin's a lot better than me cause I would've already sent a right in Ariane's mouth cause you ain't finna talk to me any kind of way like that. And all over a mediocre race? Girl, four-year-olds could win that medal if they want to, who gives a damn? What? Your daddy, mommy, ain't never said 'congrats?' Well, here you go:"

She claps her hands, "congrats. Damn, now shut up."

"What you gettin' hot for?" Trinity looks at her. "Because you just took it to a whole other level," Ariane argues.

Trinity raises her eyebrow, "I didn't. Is it not true? Am I not the one that wins the matches?"

"Uh, yes, your Honor. It is true that my client, Trinity McCray, does in fact win all their matches," Ezmeralda exaggeratedly adjusts her glasses. 

"Okay," Ariane huffs, "so you win every single match?" She waves her hand, "actually, I'm done. I'm ready to go."

Trinity shakes her head, looking at Ezmeralda. "This is what I'm talking about. She's too much sometimes." 

They continue to go back and forth, Ariane's squeaky voice rising with every rebuttal. As they get ready to go, the duo begin to push at one another. Quickly, Ezmeralda wraps an arm around Trinity's waist in an effort to hold her back.

"It's not worth it, sis. Not in public and not with our job."

"I'm putting $100 on Trin. Ariane ain't got a chance to even lift her arm before she gets knocked clean out." Ezmeralda laughs.

Monday Night Raw

As a result of Trinity and Ariane splitting, some changes have appeared and one of them was Ariane was to compete against Aksana while Trinity was to compete against Ezmeralda which meant that the triplet's original match against The Shield was then switched to Team Hell No and John Cena vs. The Shield.

As Trinity and Ezmeralda's match was coming up, the newly dressed superstar stood in the Guerilla with the twins and her brother.

"Aye, now, take it easy on my baby," Jon jokes pulling the woman into a hug. 

"Boy, hush, if there's anyone I trust to go against as a rookie, it's my good sis," Ezmeralda laughs. "She just has ring rust. This is her moment to dust it off and find her moment to shine."

Her theme goes off as green stobe lights begin taking over the stadium. She smiles, "time for Aries to welcome the new meat."

Hyped, she skips through the curtain before switching to her signature strut out into the spotlight. Raising her arms at the climax, she dramatically bends down as the pyro sets off. Coming back up, she leads into a leap with a roar that mixed with the music. She slapped the hands of the excited fans before reaching the ring. Settled in her corner, pacing while in character, she watches as the familiar disco intro of the Funkadactyls plays.

Excited, Trinity comes skipping down the ramp with her signature pompoms. As she reaches the opposite of the ring from Ezmeralda, she leaps over the top rope with a split. Just moments before the bell rang, the veteran catches Trinity's eyes and sends a subtle nod of communication which she sends back.

The duo begin a match of trade offs and reversals, Naomi specifically taking on a defensive approach to Aries' typical fast yet offensive one. Despite the unnoticeable change in Aries' move-set, the fans weren't able to identify the lack of emphasis with every spot. 

Unbeknownst to the WWE Universe, Divas in positions like Naomi and the Bellas weren't trained to take powered slams neither were they trained to give them out. Thankfully, when training with the likes of Aries, she wasn't much of a rule follower anyways. 

As they keep going, Aries' approach then switches to take on the fast paced, arial based luchadore style adopted from her father. She notices that Naomi was slowing down, winded and fighting for her breath.

The dancer climbs the top rope, going for a crossbody; however, she overcalculated the landing. With ease, Aries' arms wrap around her torso to catch the woman as they fall back. Aries’ sell coming off as a cushion for Naomi's landing.

Naomi gets the pin on her, but Trinity as the athlete was not happy with her own performance. As they meet up backstage, Ezmeralda pulls her into a hug.

"You did good, love. We'll definitely have to work on your in-ring stamina, but you have the skills and can hit the spots. How'd it feel?"

She shakes her head, "I loved getting that chance, but I do wish for Ariane to be there cause that's all I know."

Ezmeralda nods, "I know, love, it's gonna be alright. You'll just have to talk this out and see how to solve this tension or find a way to keep yourselves connected." Trinity nods, the two walking further backstage.

Next chapter is gonna take a different turn with more Ezmeralda and Josh moments especially with Natalya's bachelorette party in Vegas coming up.

[jessicas-pi]

Sabine and Aylan (I can't for sure remember how many A's are in his name, sorry if I misspelled it) in a secret agents AU?

oh my gosh you have no idea how much this delights me (don't worry you spelled it right!)

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"Bombshell, this is Beefcake. Do you read me? Over."

"First of all, we're not using those codenames," Sabine sighed, rolling her eyes. "And second of all, I'm standing right next to you."

Aylan's obnoxious grin got obnoxious-er, and he spoke in a whisper, barely audible over the sound of the orchestra. "You haven't answered the question. Over."

Sabine held his gaze for a moment, then decided it wasn't a hill she wanted to die on. "Yeah. I read you. Over."

"We look super hot. Over."

He was right, but Sabine didn't want to encourage him by replying. Instead, she scanned the crowd milling about and took a little sip from the wine glass she cradled in her gloved hand.

Sabine had to admit, Aylan had grown on her. She hadn't liked him much at the beginning. Partly because she was disappointed that her usual partner broke his leg doing something stupid (this is why we don't pet bears, Ezra) and she wouldn't have liked any replacement, and partly because she thought Aylan was yet another good-looking, cocky agent with a flirtatious streak.

And... he was.

But there was more to him.

He had a deep, almost passionate way of caring about people---just people, anyone, everyone---that she never would have guessed by looking at him. He could be funny, occasionally. And he had handcrafted an elaborate enclosure in the style of a 14th-century English manor house for his two gerbils, Lava Lamp and Wet Paint.

Any guy who could do that was OK in her book.

But... being around him for more than 20 minutes at once was a lot. He got more intense as the minutes passed. And Sabine was kind of at her Ay-limit right now.

"You should mingle," she suggested to him. "Go socialize."

"But---"

"Look, there's that cute blonde girl. Go flirt."

"Ooh, me likey---yes, Ma'am!" Aylan said, snapping her a spiffy salute. Then, dropping his voice to a whisper, he added, "Beefcake out. Over."

Against her best efforts, an amused smile forced its way onto her face. "Still not gonna call you Beefcake. Over."

[trumpets0ng]

241- “Entourage”

Beginning / Previously /Next

((The Sims Unleashed Soundtrack - MAXIS))

Special thanks to @storiesbyjes2g for allowing the handsome Angelo Parrish to be traded to DSV! 😉

For easier reading, please see transcript below the cut:

Izzy: Hello Loves!

Devon: Hey Babes! I see I’m no longer the only blonde!

Izzy: Just confirming that you do really have more fun!

Uchechi: *whispering* Izzy?

Walker: *giggles* Izzy.

Obie: Guys, I’d like you to meet Wally’s brother and sister-in-law, Julian, and Uchechi. Fam, these are our friends Izzy and Matteo.

Matteo: A pleasure, to be sure!

Izzy: Welcome! Glad you could join us!

Julian: We appreciate the invite! This is quite the shindig you’ve set up!

Izzy: Me?! Oh no! Matty, Dirk and I helped pad the guest list a little, but this is all Penny’s doing. Apparently her nepo baby boss screwed up and called Penn to the rescue.

Matteo: They’re lucky we were aiming for a quiet evening this year.

Walker: Where is she?

Matteo: She was just here before you came… Ah! Over there with Kareem.

Uchechi: McCain?

Julian: Please excuse my wife while she fangirls. *everyone laughs*

Penny: When did you folks get here?

Devon: About 5, 10 minutes?

Penny: Again Wawa, I’ll be raiding your closet.

Walker: You’re wearing Sentate but wanna raid my closet? *the three of them laugh*

Devon: You got a good crowd.

Penny: Right? I could kill my boss for dumping this in my lap so last minute. Especially on a holiday weekend! I’m in marketing, not miracles.

Devon: You may have missed your calling…

Penny: Bite your tongue! *the three of them laugh*

Walker: Well, we appreciate the invite. Jules and Chichi especially.

Penny: I’m thrilled you all could make it. I swear to gnomes, Ezra owes me!

Devon: Who?

Penny: *sigh* It’s a long ass story… The CEO’s nephew. He—

Dirk: Ay y’all! This is my boy, Angelo! Just moved from Brindleton. Angie, you know Dev and the Misters. These are my friends Obie, Walker, Julian, Uchechi & Penny, the architect of this event.

Angelo: *nods in greeting* Nice to meet you all. Thank you for the invitation. I –

Kareem: No need for a speech! *Angelo chuckles in surprise*

Devon: As grown as these men are, they become such kids when they get together.

Penny: It’s kinda sweet…

[galacticspaceguy]

Little fanfic below: Flint it’s chilling at a bar and then Ezra comes outta nowhere

In the depths of the Etherium, pirate Captains tend to be drawn to big, loud bars. They go there and show off their spoils and tell their tales, expecting applause and praise; along with a lad or lady glued to their arm by the end of the night.

Nathaniel Flint has to pride himself for this one; finding a quiet bar is practically impossible nowadays. Not that he’s completely turned off by those rowdy bars, sometimes a little attention is all he needs.

‘Course, that’s when he really wants it, but now he’s got the Navy constantly hunting his ass, he needs a little peace and quiet now and then to fully collect his thoughts and drink some good ale.

His crew may be a little annoyed at the slowness of the inn, but Flint himself almost finds it quite endearing.

Lost in his mind, he stares down at the bottom of a cup. No ale.

“Aye, barkeep,” He barks, not looking up he pushes his empty cup forward. “Another. Stronger this time. You aren’t getting paid to make ale this watered down.”

“Apologies, Captain.” Came a young, shaky voice. A boy named Gale. He keeps the bar clean- clean enough that is. He’s a Tuskrus, probably around… 19? 21? Flint never bothered to ask.

“We’re, uh…” Gale faltered a bit, grabbing Flint's empty cup. “A bit slow today.”

“Aye? How so?” Flint's gaze was glued to the bar island he was sitting at, as he twisted

A cigarette between his fingers, examining it. He was the only one sitting at the long table. Everyone knew not to approach him on nights like these. His tone was strangely calm, almost curious.

“W-we’re missing a few ‘tenders tonight.” Gale explained, doing his best not to glance up at flint, but failing not to. “Out sick, mostly.”

“Hmph.” Flint huffed. Was he satisfied? Was he skeptical? It was surprising. If so many of their bartenders and barmaids had fallen ill, who was pumping out drinks so quickly? Whoever it was lowered the quality, but hell, they were pumping out drinks faster than he's ever seen. Sure, his crew was large, but damn, they were gonna start racking up a bill soon.

Gale placed a new drink in front of Flint. “N-now if you excuse me, Captain Flint, I-I must go out back, boss has me- uh.. working extra.”

“Then leave.” Flint demanded, slamming his new drink on the table, making Gale flinch and scurry off. Flint scoffed, shaking his head as he brought his cup to his lips.

Didn’t take Gale long to come back, though he was surprisingly more silent then he usually was. Maybe he finally learned to shut up.

Gale's mouth was silent, but his moves were sharp. Strange, Gale was rather gentle with how he handled his drinks, dangerously gentle as he was a damned clutz.

Flint finds himself bored enough to look up, and he is surprised to find it is not Gale who had returned to the bar, but someone else. Someone who Flint had never seen before. A new hire? Not likely.

This bartender had his back to Flint. It was a felinid for sure, with ears and a tail like that. The feline's fur was a mix of white, orange-brownish, and black fur. His hair was a light brown with an orange tint, and it was incredibly long; longer than Flint's even; and it was held up in a high ponytail.

He wore a dark red shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows; revealing a series of scars and old burns upon his forearms and hands. The rest of his outfit were simple clothes- nothing more than cloth over his body; black pants, a brown belt, and strangely, a black handkerchief tied over his face, right under his nose.

“You ain’t the one watering down our drinks, are you?” Flint asked in amusement and in a hint of anger. His drink was as thin as him and the barrier to hell.

The bartender was quiet as he finished filling up a new cup. “Unfortunately, that’d be me, Captain.” His words were slightly muffled by the mask. He kept his back to Flint as he added some finishing touches to Flint's drink.

“You best hope you’ll be alive to reduce the bill for inadequate service.” Flint scoffed, rolling his eyes.

The boy laughed, though it was on the line of genuine and forced. “I don’t think someone like you should have much trouble paying, aye Captain?”

The boy finally turned around, placing the drink he’s been spending so much pretty time on in front of Flint.

From what Flint could see, the bartender's face was messed up, scars galore. The old wounds were hidden behind two long sets of bangs. But what instantly caught Flint's attention were the bartender's eyes; green irises, sharp yellow pupils. Everyone else was just a black void. It honestly did nothing but make him look more tired.

He’s never seen a felinid like that before. Probably a hybrid. Those eyes are a dead giveaway.

Flint picked up the drink, glancing back at the felinid. The bartender stares at him for half a moment, before turning to move away. Flint harshly grabs him by the arm, pulling him back. Using his other hand, Flint pulls the bartender's mask off his face. He doesn’t trust a man who has a face he can not see.

The feline hardly looked shocked, just silent, perhaps he knew this was coming. The rest of his face was just as scarred. Disturbingly enough, he had two scars- though technically it could count as one- running up either sides of his mouth, all the way up under his cheek, creating a long mouth. It seemed to curve downward at the ends. It honestly didn’t look too different from Flint's mouth if he’s being honest. He’s seen himself enough times to know what he looks like, but it’s clear this boy clearly wasn’t born with that.

Flint's hand stays clamped around the bartender's face, turning it from side to side, getting a good look at the boy. Gods, he barely looks 20.

“Who the hell fucked you up?” That was Flint's first question, of course. Flint settled back down, letting the boy slip free of his grasp. The boy rubbed his slack jaw, staring at Flint in disdain.

The bartender's hands fall to his sides. He turns away, setting up to make another drink. “Just some people.” The boy said quietly.

His voice was cold and his tone fell flat. How can someone sound so young, and yet sound as though they’ve seen everything?

“Oh boy, they couldn’t have just been ‘some people’ if they did that.” Flint huffed, picking up his drink once more. “Humor me, lad. What could someone like you have possibly done to earn that.”

“Things happen when… people know who you are.” His hands work slowly at first, before coming to a stop. “Where you are.”

“Aye, and by the looks of it, you thought it’d be safer where they couldn’t find you, yes? Coming out here to this… dingy bar in the middle of who knows where!” With the sudden race of emotions he was feeling, Flint felt slightly light headed. “Well, let me tell you something, lad. People like that are always gonna find you no matter where you go.”

By the Cosmos, what was he doing? Out here giving life advice to a boy half his age. Gods, he must really be blacking out now. Looks like they finally listened when he said he wanted something stronger. What was even in this?

“C-Could I offer you advice, Captain?” The bartender asks, sounding wary, as he continues on with cleaning. “In exchange for what you’ve given me?”

“Oh yeah? And what advice could you possibly give me?” He laughs, shaking his head. He lifts his cup again, hoping to finally get a good full sip of what he has been given.

“Don’t accept drinks from people who want you dead.”

Flint freezes as soon as the cup reaches his lips.

Flint placed the cup down, eyeing the bartender closely. He spoke slowly, “What’d you say ‘yer name was, boy?”

The ‘bartender’ laughed; a cold, empty laugh, yet riddled with a hint of amusement. “We’re a bit past that, aren’t we…, Captain Nathaniel Flint?”

“You know it’s rather dangerous for a hunter like you to be on his lonesome.” Flint sat straight, his hand instinctively going for the handle of his sword. “Especially in a bar full of pirates.”

The ‘bartender’ leaned against the countertop, his arms folded against the wood, right across from Flint. He looked Flint dead in the eyes and said; “Who said I was alone?”

[clownofthetown]

AHSOKA FINALE SPOILERS

im sorry this is so long but its my live thoughts on the ep

honestly good for you morgan elsbeth, she did great

AHHHHHH KANAN MENTION he was a little shy OH MY GOFDOGKDKKD CALEB ❤️ like me fr

Is huyang like ezras grandmaster of lightsaber construction then

HE GETS THE SAME PART THINGO AS KANAN IM DYING AND ITS BLUE AGAIN

NOOO SABINE COMES BACK ITS OKAY

uh oh ezra finding out abt sabines family

sabine and ahsoka bonding over the choices theu make thats so cute

wow okay like 3rd anakin mention this series (PLS GIVE ME A 3RD KANAN MENTION ITS ONLY FAIR)

if those ties hurt the noti. IF THEY.

bumper cars but in the sky and considerably more dangerous how fun

AY NOTI AND HUYANG COLLAB

thats four anakin mentions are you kidding me

YESSS SABINE GETS HER HELMET WHY HAS SHE BEEN FIGHTING W/O IT PLS WEAR HEAD PROTECTION

zombies ZOMBIES

omg morgan and ahsoka rematch this is great

ah i see theyre gonna make sabine use yhe force bc she dropper her saber

I CALLED IT sighhhhh

THANK YOU ive been wonder like "why dont they just chop the zombies in half and then they cant rly do anything but theh werent and now FINALLY

YAY JUMPING

AHSOKA AHSOKA UR MISSING UR FLIGHT

SABINE. SABINE. tHANK U I WAS SO SHOCKED SHE WOULD LEAVE AHSOKA LIKE THAT BUT SHE DIDNT

rip morgan 💔

EZRAS ALONE THERE WHAT THE HELL

nooo ezra should have done a more ridiculous voice on the comm pls 😔

HUYANG THANK GOD

here we go abt anakin again alright

THRAWN U BASTARD SHUT UP ABT AHSOKA

guys. guys this isnt funny theyre genuinely stuck there. GUYS. WHY. EZRA IS ALONE AGAIN.

was that fuckin morai or am i going insane

SHIN SHIN SHIN WHERE HAVE U BEEN is she gonnabecome the bandit leader or wtv

baylan what on earth

THE FATHER AND SON??? IS THE DAUGHTER HALF DESTROYED WHAT?????????

CHOPPER DONT TELL ME THATS WHO I THINK IT IS

oH MY FUCKING GOD EZRA AND HERA REUNITE AHHHHHDHDHDJFJJ IM ACTUALLY CRYING NOW

"its time to move on" ??? I BEG YOUR OARDON WHAT

sabine what did u feel TELL ME

R U SERIOUS we BETTER see kanan as a force ghost watching over hera and jacen AND EZRA in SEASON 2 WHICH WE BETTER GET OR I WILL RIOT

it is nice that anakins watching over ahsoka tho HES A GRANDMASTER NOW LOL

a few other thoughts:

- im glad sabine gets to keep her lightsaber, it rly is hers now

- i gyess im ok w ezra building a new saber? esp one so close to kanans 💔 hopefully it helps him relfect on the person he is now yknow

- lowkey sad morgan just got killed like that... THWRES SM POTENTIAL 4 HER CHARACTER NOW THAG SHE GOT MORE POWER AND STUFF LIKE

- HOW DID CHOPPER KNOW???

- why is there all the father son daughter stuff on peridea (and how did ezra not sense it in the force and explore it or smth like)

- ezra didnt seem surprised that thrawn had backup and the eye of sion and stuff so im assuming they explained what happened and he was just like "ok"

(maybe tbeh didnt mention sabines role in letting them get there oops)

- UUURHFHS NOW WE GAVE TO WAIT

-why didnt they give me a hera and ezra hug scene. THEY SHOULD HAVE RAN AT EACH OTHER CRYING (pls i hope they make the reunions just a little more like they wiuld have been during rebels yknow, when we get a zeb and ezra reunion there better be ATLEAST a hair ruffle from zeb or i will BE ANGRY)

[felixsecada]

closed starter for @bulletpro0f

There are plenty of things on his mind as of late, and plenty of things to do, have done. All of which start with checking in with the man he views as a right hand. His 'bodyguard' is told to stay home on this particular excursion, but he's sure it'll be time soon to induct her fully.

Mostly, though, his mind is on Ezra. Hands in his pockets, he lifts his head in greeting as he arrives just before sliding into the seat of the bar stool next to him.

"Ay." He rolls one of his toothpicks between thumb and forefinger, debating on whether or not to pop it in between his teeth to chew on. "Ain't had a chance to check w'either you or Ash in'a minute, my friend." Beat. "Everything alright on your end'a things?" With the gang, with his son, with his father's dog. Any and all of the above.

[beefrobeefcal]

The Aye's have it

This is part 1 (bc there's too many to put in one poll!) so vote on your fav and the top 2 will battle it out with the top two part 2 winners!

Happy voting!

Beefro 👌🥩💜

[thefulcrumfiles]

Qué cabreo family reunion je

[vikugnavikugna]

tagged by @ariapmdeol, I love tag games, ty for the tag

shuffle your on repeat playlist and list the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people (I feel like this is a really bad time to do this considering the Kojey Raidcal brainrot, but we'll see)

No Confusion - Ezra Collective (ft. Kojey Radical) - well, as I said, the Kojey addiction is real. Love the beat in this one, the jazzy tune in the background is real good. Great vibes. The lyrics are simple but catchy, they work real great here

Bad After We - Shy Fx (ft. Kojey Radical & Ghetts) - yup, another one. Funnily, my favorite verse of this one's not Kojey's - I just really like the delivery on that "Came from the bottom of the swamp (Bouh kai)" line. Good shit

Can't Go Back - Kojey Radical - I'm not doing this on purpose, y'know. Probably my favorite of his tbh. The flow is insane, the beat is breathtaking, has some real nice lyrics. Love the trump solo. Unreal song.

Sindhu Sesh - Patrick Karneigh Junior - KILL A MAN FOR THE PAYCHECK. PUT A POLE IN HIS BACK, GAY SEX.

Phases - Solomon (ft. Kojey Radical) - back to this, aye. It's pretty good, I like Kojey's verse the most by far. Not to say I don't enjoy the rest, he just comes in at a very good time to interrupt the slow singing with a more aggresive rap at a faster time signature and it ties the whole thing together real nice imo

Cashmere Tears - Kojey Radical - it's good. I definitely like the intro the least, especially with how long it takes, but the first verse is REALLY nice, definitely redeems him. "Emotional type, emotional light/Emotion in motion ocean is colder at night" has real good flow.

Hustle - Sons of Kemet (ft. Kojey Radical) - brilliant song. Unlike anything I ever heard. Truly perfect. "You could test my spirit, just not today/I got demons on my back and a lot on my plate/Someone tell 'em back, back, I got something to say/First they love you, then they hate you, then it's part of the game" is a BANGER verse.

Like What - Joey Valence & Brae - from the beautiful minds behind Punk Tactics, woe, another banger. It feels fresh af, despite some recognizable influences from ye older rap (when I first found them through Punk Tactics I assumed they were some hidden gem from the 90s, not a song released last year(?), which is the greatest compliment I could honestly give them)

Stepney Tale - Athletic Progression (ft. Isatta Shariff) - not nearly popular enough, fucking slaps so hard. I am absolutely in love with Isatta Sheriff fr, mad flow and a great lyricist. Obv the Athletic Progression lads are great too, incredibly chill composition, I'm just too enamored with Isatta.

Water - Kojey Radical (ft. Mahalia, Swindle) - good one to end on. I talked a lot about Kojey already so Imma just say that Mahalia's absolutely spectacular in this as well, I love her verse and think it should have been longer

I swear I listen to other music too. This is just a very specific time for me. I have a veried music taste, I swear.

10 people is a lot of peeps to tag but I'll try to best. This is your problem now: @heyitschartic (because I already KNOW you listen to good music and this is my devilish ploy to get more of it from you), @fractalmeadows (likewise, motherfucker), @victoriadallonfan (we never talked abt music but I like bothering you), @larky-lark (ditto), @clarissa39 (ditto ditto), @henghost (ditto ditto ditto), @that-one-empty-skull (ditto x4)

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(Don’t care that I’m not on anon gonna be shameless rn) how would Ezra, and Dev.In & ofc Issac react if the reader (female) said she wanted to their (his) little pet? Also for Ezra it’d also only be said it’ll be done if he doesn’t fucking kill her, or damage her too much to put her in the hospital AGAIN (I’ll finish Jasper’s in a min)

MINORS DNI

CW: F!reader, reader referred to as she/her, reader has a vagina, pet play, reader has hair (not described), names for reader (slut, bitch, little bitch, good girl, my bitch,kitty, good kitty, kitten, bad girl) size difference/n kink, nipple play, p in v, inhuman anatomy, fingering, reader has breast(not described)

OOOooooOOoOo!!! yessssss! (also this got way longer than what i intended XD SORRY)

So i feel like with Ezra this might be his ideal partner.

Like sure he loves a partner that he can reshape, but a partner that just chooses to fully rely on him? oh boy.

Ezra X F!Pet Reader!

“You really are a slut, you know that?” He pokes your forehead, “But you’re my little slut, huh?”

You nod eagerly, your collar in your mouth, and hands up as if they’re paws.

He takes the leather from your maw and buckles it around your throat snug enough that you feel it on you.

“What does the little bitch want, ay? You wannnaaaaa, treat? Little bitch wants a treat??” He coos and raises the pitch of his voice.

You nod again excitedly.

He backs you up against the wall, his arm over your head, and he leans down to you. Knee in your crotch, and his fingers run loosely through your hair. “Such a good girl,” his words send shivers through you.

“Plea-” He slams your head back against the wall when he slaps his hand over your mouth.

“Pets don’t talk,” His sinister grin grows, “they bark.”

“Woof” You’re muffled by his hand and the air puffs up into your eyes, but your own smile widens when his eyes admire you. A fire burns in your core.

“Fuck,” His voice is soft, the softest you’ve ever heard it.

“woof…” you let out a more quiet one hoping he’ll have mercy, your eyes seriously pleading.

His giant body surrounds you, as a hand wraps around your throat and his other one takes to between your legs replacing his knee. He removes whatever was blocking his way and stuffs his fingers deep into you with some resistance. “Good girl,”

“mmmhh!”

“Mm, you’re so tight,” your ear vibrates as he growls into it.

“Ow!” you squeak as he nips your ear, but it sends an electric shock through you.

“You tightened up, you love it when i hurt you” He clenches around your neck harder. You nod vigorously, you love it! you really do!

He rips through the rest of your clothes, leaving thick shreds around your body.

Lifting your leg along with him, you feel his massive member rub against your lower lips and shudder in his grasp. “Oh fffuck” falls from your lips.

He shoves himself into you, this time there’s a lot more resistance and it burns briefly, until you feel him hit your cervix, and practically gush around him.

He moans into your ear, “That’s my bitch, loves the pain i give.”

His body keeps you up, he’s huge and you feel so tiny, you both moan, as he bounces you against the wall. Your back burns against the painted wall, but somehow even it’s adding to the weight of that pleasure in your guts.

“Bark, bitch.” His voice reverberates inside you.

“Wo-woof!” He squeezes your neck harder and smacks your thigh. A coil snaps inside you, and he fucks harder through your rippling waves of pleasure. The spots in your eyes grow an wobble around, you can’t catch what little breath your able to get.

He pulls out and cums onto your stomach, some hits himself, there’s so much of it.

Dev.in and Issac is a fun one, probably my fave.🙈✨

Dev.In and Issac X F!Pet Reader!

“Well I can’t say I’m surprised. Issac will certainly be-”

“What will I be!?” Issac bounds in and trips over his own feet as he does, you catch him and he looks up thankfully.

“Happy. She wants to be my pet.” they say plainly.

“Oooo! Can I also be your pet, Devvy~!?!?”

“You already were,” Their growing smirk tugs at his snake bites.

“Yay!!!! Oh! Y/N this is gonna be so much fun~!!!”

~

Later, you’re both naked on all fours, kitty ear headbands, collars with leashes, and long sleek tail buttplugs in… You look expectantly at your master.

They’re sat legs spread and leaning back just enough to set a very commanding aura around him. His icy blue eyes glow in the dim light.

“Here kitties,” His voice is low and slow, as he curls a finger languidly. You imagine for a brief second that it’s inside you curling like that.

The crawl is uncomfortable, as you and Issac happily approach them and each climb a leg. You both admire the icy blue, inhumanly shaped, jagged, and thick, twin cocks, with drool in your mouths.

“You want these inside you?” they say cockily, while roughly grabbing both of your chins.

You nod. Oh gods yess! of course you want that beautiful beast of a thing inside of you!

“Such good kitties I have, it’s just too bad…”

You both cock your heads in question.

“I don’t feel like giving you what you want” Their grin drips of malice. “Make out with each other instead”

You do, you put your hands on Issac’s chest while sat on one of Dev.In’s thighs, and he sits on the other. Your legs are tangled together and he presses his knee between your legs.

“I didn’t say you could pleasure her yet.” they bounce their knee and slap Issac’s ass.

“Oh~! I’m soo sorry Master~~” He responds in a sing songy voice and winks at them, they return the smile and wink.

[asktheghosthost]

ay who got an only fans

"Ezra the hitchhiker. I... don't understand it, to be completely honest. He films himself standing in a dark room, staring unblinkingly at the camera for several hours." Sighs. "I suppose this is simply further proof I don't understand modern cinema.

"Dorian once set up an Bonely Only Fans, but after not getting any viewers after waiting for ten minutes, he shoved away the computation device, kicked the table, and declared that the public did not deserve to witness his beauty."

[soulc-hilde]

Ch. 05 - Locked Down

Pairing: Jey Uso / Josh Fatu x Aries / Ezmeralda Bey

Synopsis: Devoted to her craft and her family, WWE Superstar Ezmeralda has a library of accolades accomplished on her own and by the side of her family like never before. As she leads the Women's Revolution to glory, romance seems to find her at the most unexpected moment... in the ring.

Warning(s): SFW, OC is a black woman, swearing, WWE-canon violence, Non-scripted fights, body shaming, body insecurities, WWE's consistant misogyny is blatant until later chapters, etc.

Cross-posted: Wattpad

Ch. 01 | Ch. 02 | Ch. 03 | Ch. 04 | Ch. 05

Atlanta, GA 

Unfortunately, Ezmeralda couldn't attend Jojo and Eva's housewarming party as she originally planned to spend time with her family and spend some time with a certain man. For the afternoon, the triplets had set out to teach their eldest nephew, Leon, how to drive and out of all the cars they had, Ezmeralda's had to suffer.

And to think, she just replaced the breaks on her Ford F-150. 

The custom painted evergreen and silver accented truck was filled with Ezmeralda, Ezra, Ezekiel, Leon, and their older brother and his father - Elijah while Josh and their other older brother, Emry, sat in the bed. Pulling into the empty parking lot, the boys begin to set up their own course of cones while Ezmeralda turns on the cameras.

Once everything was set, they begin the video with Ezmeralda in the passenger seat as Leon takes over the driver seat. Emry and Josh sit in the backseat while Ezekiel and Ezra sit in the bed of the truck. 

"Alright, nephew," Ezmeralda starts. "If you can drive a pickup truck, you can drive damn near any car on the planet. Now, with my truck, the gear shift is in the steering column. That is known as a column shift, not every car has this design, but the function is universal. You just grab and pull down."

Leon nods, "okay." 

She points at his feet. "There are only two pedals. On the left is the brake which your foot's already on and the gas is on the right." Emry cuts in, "no, the brake's not... what?" 

Josh laughs, trying to appear relaxed. "Nope, she's right. Brake's on the left, gahdamn."  "Yuh," she resumes her lecture. 

"So, when you remove your foot from the brake, the car will move. Not full throttle, but it will roll forward. Go ahead and give it a little, right now." He begins to press on the gas, forgetting to shift the vehicle into drive. The engine revs, its healthy growl was loud and deep as it settles in their bones.

"Oh, it's still in park," Emry notes. "Ok, a little rev. Little rev. How'd that feel though?" Leon laughs, "that felt like it was about to take off."

Ezmeralda shakes her head, "gahlee, you got a heavy ass foot. I know y'all felt that shit." The two men laugh, Josh's eyes widening with fear he tried so hard to play off. "What you mean did we feel that? Hell yeah!"

"Aye, son," Emry leans forward, tapping Leon on the shoulder. "You remember that episode in Spongebob? Where they were like 'big toe. Only the big toe?' You gotta do that, son. Do that, just your big toe." 

"America," Ezmeralda huffs, rubbing her face with frustration. "We gon' die. And I just fixed my truck, too!" 

Ezekiel and Ezra sit in the bed, chewing on honey buns while singing: "Guess who's gonna die, tonight? Uh, die tonight."

Ezmeralda's House

After spontaneously gaining the car back with no markings and unanimously declaring that Leon could not drive until he's reached the age of 40 which is a good age seeing as the whole Bey crew would be dead and gone, Ezmeralda and Josh decided to have a little date night to about, well, them.

"So," Josh starts, sipping some of the peach flavored Moscato. "When you think about us and our relationship, where do you see us? What do you see?"

Keeping her eyes on her plate, Ezmeralda nods and takes the moment to answer. "I can see myself being happy when I think of us. I don't know if it's because of how long we knew each other or what, but there's an unsaid understanding between us. Like, I know what you're thinking or feeling before you even say a word and vice versa."

"Before you, I never thought of myself with someone and felt real happiness and infatuation," her voice falls into a whisper as her face slowly begins to turn red. "Seeing the way you get along with my family, treating them as if they're yours and the way you don't judge me for my career and my looks. I just... I feel loved."

Josh grins, taking a hold of her hand from across the table. "Baby, gon'head and look at me," he coos. Once her toffee brown eyes meet his dark ones, he begins to speak. 

"Ezmeralda, since like '08, you've been my rock. Now, don't tell Jonathan that cause he'll throw a fuss, but from the moment we stepped into FCW and you became our mentor, I'd fallen in love with you." Her eyebrows raise, ellicting a soft chuckle.

He shrugs, "I already had a little celebrity crush on you beforehand, but seeing you in person, watchin' you work in the ring, and getting to actually have a conversation with Ezzie - The Chaotic Beauty instead of Aries - The Future Hall of Famer... I knew I had to make you mine."

"It for sure doesn't help that our families are so connected, girl, you can't get rid of me even if you tried," Josh giggles. "I know being vulnerable ain't your thing and expressing yourself like this is something new, but I want you to know that I see you. I see the effort you put in letting me know that you're feeling me, too. I see you opening your heart for me despite your fear. And I appreciate you, okay?"

A tear escapes down her cheek as she nods. Josh's grin, if possible, stretches even further as he walks around the table and pulls her into a hug. "I appreciate you, boo," he pecks her on the forehead. "And I love you." She whispers in his chest, voice trembling with her tears. "I love you, too."

"Joshua," she sighs, a timid smile taking over. "As a little girl, I've always wanted to find happiness like parents have and that includes their marriage, you know? And for the longest, I could never find it. I never found someone who looked at me like I was something valuable or treated me like so. I was always too masculine or aggressive or looking for too much - hell, there's one who complained that my family and I was too close!" 

Ezmeralda bites her lip, "and for a long time, I believed that my career was going to be my first and my last love. I even made a to-do list of accolades I wanted to do before I retired or died, but meeting Josh was like a blessing, I guess. My first love introducing me to, probably, the love of my life. I'd say that it's very poetic."

After dinner, the two were cuddling on the couch, watching tv. "Since TJ and Nattie's bachelor party's comin' up and we're officially locked in," Josh jokes with a light giggle. "How do you wanna go about the vacation?"

"For one, we can definitely share a room," Ezmeralda hums. "Ezra's bringing Charlene, rightfully taking personal time for themselves from the kids, while Ezekiel's a freak. I'on't, no, we're not kids being forced to share a room anymore." Josh laughs, shaking his head at the adorable yet disgusted grimace that takes over her round features. 

"Okay, what else?" He laughs. She adds on, "we can fly out together. Instead of us meeting down there, you can just bring your bags over here and then we can leave together." 

He nods, "say less. I'll probably start packing either tomorrow or the day after." Josh leans more of his body weight onto her as an exaggerated pout shifts onto his face. "You gon' help me, boo? You know, I forget things. Please?" 

"Yes, yes," she laughs, pushing him off. "All up on me." He kisses his teeth, side eyeing her. "Girl, please. You love when all this delicious caramel is all up on you," he rubs up and down his puffed out chest. 

Ezmeralda snorts, her head falling back as the outburt switches into a hyena laugh. "Get away from me before I kick you out my house, JJ!" He shakes his head, smiling. "Nah, come on and get you some girl. Last night, you couldn't get enough," he begins climbing on top of her as she screams, laughing. 

"Omg! Josh!" She laughs. She wraps her thick thighs around his waist and her arm around the back of his neck, rolling their bodies off the couch. He begins fake choking, arms wiggling as he goes to tap out. "Nah, go to sleep. Take yo' Niquil."

Las Vegas, NV

Touching down in Vegas, both the bride and groom's parties road to the hotel in a shared limosine. As they infiltrate the hotel, rowdy and disturbing the poor patrons, they make their way to Natalya and TJ's room. The room was decked out with a bar and an open space living room where everyone settled for the moment. 

Josh and Ezmeralda sit down at the table as Jojo and Justin check out the shower room with a stripper pole incorporated in the center while Bri and Nikki sit with Bryan, accidentally popping open the bottle of champagne. Ezra and his fiance, Charlene, sat beside, laughing at the chaos that surrounds them.

Nikki starts a quick toast, "oh, here's to boners, shit. Bachelor and bachelorette, yay!" Everyone laughs, joining in. 

After everyone settled into their rooms, they decided to head down to soak in the pool. Ezmeralda was dressed in an emerald bikini with gold accents, the swimsuit came in a set with a sheer skirt, and matching flip flops. Her and Charlene walk side by side, flanked by Josh, Ezekiel, and Ezra. Both of their men kept an arm around their waists, eyeing down any man who dared look their way. Ezekiel, on the other hand, trailed after them mindlessly as his hands rub over his pecs and his torso, hoping he didn't appear ashy. 

The group settles beside Trinity and Jon's shared layout. While Jon, Ezra, and Ezekiel set out for the water, Josh lays beside Ezmeralda, his eyes staring her down. "Look at you," he hums, moving his sunglasses up. "All glowy, girl yeh look goodt."

She laughs, nudging him with her shoulder. "Boy, hush," she playfully scolds. He shakes his head, "you want me to be quiet while you here, lookin' like a full course Michelin Star meal."

He leans over her ear, "I won't lie, though. Some folks got one more time to be starring like they got eye problems or else they really gone need that vision checked." She snorts, smacking his chest, "ignore them. At the end of the day, you the one that finna eat this meal."

"Oh," he leans back, eyebrows raised. "Is that so?" She raises her eyebrows, shrugging. "Depends... if you're hungry." He cheeses, nodding. "Girl, I'm always hungry." 

She shakes her head, "well you just ate breakfast this morning, so you gone have to wait. In the meantime, gon'head and take yo' ass for a swim. You look dehydrated." Charlene snorts, leaning away from them as Ezmeralda lightly pushes the younger Fatu away from her.

Pre-Game | Hotel

Everyone was dressed and back in the party room, pre-gaming before the parties were to separate for the night. Ezmeralda dressed in a dark purple dress that stops at the knee with a cheeky slight on the side, the top of the dress was off the shoulder with thin long sleeves and paired with black booties. They all cheer Nattie to take a shot before mingling.

Trinity, Ariane, Nikki, Charlene, and Ezmeralda sit on the couch beside Bri, talking. "So, are we gonna see Bri Mode, tonight?" Trin asks. The twin smirks, "maybe not tonight," before taking a sip of her champagne. 

Ariane and Ezmeralda laugh while Trinity groans. "She's like, 'maybe not tonight,'" Ariane mimics the Bella twin, the group laughing. 

TJ calls for a toast, raising his pink solo cup. "A toast to Natalie Neidhart, who has definitely kept me level," everyone 'aw's at his moment of vulnerability. "And from flying off the deep end. And, the one person who's the reason I'm still here and still kicking, so..." Everyone raises their glasses, sending their praises for the childhood sweethearts. 

Nikki then stands, walking off to the side. "I'm sorry, but, us girls, are getting ready to go to Chippendale and we can't be late for the show. We love you guys, but you gotta go." 

Josh shakes his head, arms gripping Ezmeralda's waist. "Y'all really kickin' us out, twin." Nikki shrugs, laughing, in response. Josh turns to the older woman, pecking her on the lips repeatedly. "You just gone let her kick us out?" 

Ezmeralda shrugs, laughing, "aye, that ain't my fight, Uce." He playfully glares at her, pinching at her sides. "Girl, shut up and give me my kiss." She does so, laughing against his lips. "Be safe, alright? And call me if you need, I love you."

"I will and I love you," she whispers, gently backing away. She watches as he leaves out the door with the rest of the men, trying to ignore Trinity's bouncing eyebrows.

While Jojo couldn't participate in the activities because of her age and Eva personally stayed away from alcohol, the two decided to just walk around and enjoy each other's company while the others partied and enjoy the show. As the night continues, Bri becomes lost in the alcohol and the music as her, Nikki, and Ariane dance on top of the mini tables in the section. She even ran across the couch with the drink in hand. 

"Oh, Lord," Ezmeralda laughs, shaking her head as Nikki falls off the couch. Trinity shakes her head, "y'all we gotta wrestle next week." 

Before the girls... Bri, could get too far gone, they decided to retreat back to the bachelorette room where they continued to drink and have fun in a safer space. Bri and Ezmeralda sit beside Natalya, noticing that her mood turned dark quick. 

"I don't know what it is," Natalya laughs, "but Brie, Ezzie, please don't get mad at me.  I know you guys are gonna get so mad. But, I honestly can't get Jaret out of my mind. I don't know what it is and what's wrong with me?"

Both women's faces drop, eyes slightly widening at the bomb. They don't say anything yet, allowing the woman to continue. "I don't know why, but I wanna text back and Nicole told me not to text back. But I already have."

"This is your bachelorette party," Brie points out. Nattie takes a seat, "Yeah, I feel so overwhelmed to be honest. I feel like there's nobody on the planet that I love more than TJ. Bit, I feel like I'm not ready for it." Her phone vibrates. 

Brie and Ezmeralda follow her to the master bedroom. "What's wrong with me?" She asks, eyes tearing up. "Like, I wanted to have this fairytale wedding, but part of me is like so scared." 

"When we were seeing the Chippendales, I was not looking forward to it. But when we went there, it was something fun, right?" Brie speaks. "The way the guys looked at you and it was like... ugh and you're just like, 'whoa.' You feel wanted. And you just feel like, 'wow, in these guys' eyes, we're it.' And that's what Jaret's making you feel."

Ezmeralda chimes in, nodding. "Nattie, you and TJ have been rocking with one another for 13 years," her eyebrows raise, "there's some marriages that don't even last that long, but y'all have. You guys have spent so much of your lives with one another, that a part of you becomes jumpy when this new spark of attention is given to you."

"Once TJ had his injury, your relationship took a bump and he wasn't willing to actually hear you. Instead, he kept shoving you onto the back burner. So, when a guy like Jaret comes through and he's saying all these nice things, he's giving you the attention that TJ should be."

Nattie nods, "and it's funny to me because no matter how many times, Jaret tells me all these nice things, at the end of the day, it's just TJ that I love. A part of me, though, feels like, scared to totally seal the deal."

"And you have the right to be," Ezmeralda smiles. "For all these years, you both had the opportunity to leave one another. Try to find someone else to start over with, but you didn't because y'all are meant for each other. With marriage, that's not something you can just get up and leave when things become tough."

Nattie nods, wiping her face. "I think I'm just becoming overwhelmed with everything." Ezmeralda nods, "that's okay, I'ma head to my room with Josh. Have a goodnight, Nattie."

Ezmeralda makes her way out, reaching the hotel room. Unlocking the door with her card, she walks in, trying to be as silent as possible with every step. Just as she turns the corner to the bed, Josh's body flashes from behind the wall as he screams. Her body freezes, leaping in the air as a delayed shout explodes from her lungs. 

"Oh my God," she pants, hand over her heart as it pulses against her ribs. Josh laughs, clapping his hands before pulling the woman into his chest. "I'm sorry, mamas. I'm sorry, I had to."

Calming down as her soul returns to her body, she sends a chop to his chest, teeth gritted together. "Joder tu madre, cabron!" She curses as he laughs, following her to the bed. "I'm sorry, baby!" He apologizes once again, collapsing on the bed beside her.

"How was your night?" He asks, lightly stroking her exposed thigh. She smiles, "it was good. Brie went into Brie Mode, I ain't never seen someone run across a couch with heels on and a full cup of liquor in hand." 

He laughs, shaking his head at the image that pops into his head. "Y'all was cutting up, huh?" She shakes her head, "I was not cutting up, sir. Do not add me into that equation, I was innocent."

He hums in disbelief, pulling her in closer. "However, I ain't worried about all that. Since you back and we both got some energy left, how about that meal I was promised? What's on the menu?"

She hums, making her way to her feet, slowly stripping herself from the dress. "The chef has yet to prepare the food, sir. Not even the meat has been cleaned." He jumps to his feet, "don't even worry about the mean. Salmonella ain't never killed nobody."

"Shut up!" She laughs, backing up for the bathroom. "Just wait, it won't take long, just like 20-30 minutes." He takes slow steps forward, "nah. I want my meal now." He goes to lunge but she evades him, ducking into the bathroom.

As she goes to shut the door, he bursts through, arms wrapping around her naked waist. "Joshua!" She screams as he kicks the door closed. 

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How are we liking the story so far? I've always wanted to do a fanfic based off of Total Divas since I got into wrestling, but nobody was making Jey Uso fics except for like a few quick imagines on Tumblr.

I'm happy that my man is getting his shine in the spotlight; however, it's coming at a great cost because he still has yet to win a solo match for a solo title whereas Baby Fatu is spearheading a main event storyline with Roman, chasing after the title and he's only been in the main roster for about a year, I think. 

Like, what's the purpose of being Main Event Jey Uso if y'all not finna give him a winning chance? He's leaving his family for damn near 5 days a week to put that work in and nothing to say for it except the crowd reception. 

And don't even get me started on the rumors folks have been starting about his marriage. Like, Ms. Takecia has never been one to have her face all up in a camera even before Jey's big solo push. Even at events such as HOF, there's photos on Pinterest of her posing with Trinity and Galina, but there's none of her being caught on live camera because she's not into it. 

But she was there by Jey's side in one of those WWE vlogs, her and both of his sons. Leave that family alone and stop making lies about his marriage because Takecia is that man's high school sweetheart and doesn't owe y'all her damn appearance. She's living her life as a wife and a mother, leave them alone!

[ironwoodwizard]

"Sometimes the world turns good people into bad people." @elementalxfury Thora to Ezra

Children of the Night | @elementalxfury

“Sometimes,” the mage conceded, “but not always. Let’s get to your man before it does the same to him, aye?” Ezra offered the woman a brief but encouraging smile. He was almost always willing to help out endangered witches, having lived through many of the trials himself, and these two were no different. “Do you have a plan? Any knowledge of the prison where he’s being held?”