[azarathzinthoss]

AZARATH, METRION, ZINTHOS!

'understand that sexuality is as wide as the sea. understand that your morality is not law.' - derek jarman ⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹

masterlist + guide | abt me

inspo : @piinkbenjamins ♡

[azarathzinthoss]

hey yall! so i’ve been without wifi for the past 2 days n some change (don’t ask or i will go crazy😭) AND my pc is basically compromised soooo it’s gone be a while before i can post anything.

on a positive note, i actually have fics in da bag, all i have to do is post. the one time i make progress, the tech gods hate me omg. pls be patient with me, love u - d. ♡

[azarathzinthoss]

hello! my name's drew, sometimes i'll refer myself as 'd'. i started writing poems/short stories as a kid n then got into the world of fanfiction in my teenage years. i do have a pretty busy life so apologies in advance, i upload content very inconsistently.

i write for whoever or whatever im fixated on tbh LOL. i generally stay in the world of wwe but sometimes flip flop to other fandoms/celebs i fancy. i don't rlly have a fave character/celeb that i mainly write for sooo ig im pretty pansexual abt my writing preferences. i am currently taking requests, do bare me with me as i am busy + i procrastinate.

i am black american and in my 20s. THIS BLOG IS 19+! if you are under the age of 19, i will block you. anyone who follows or interacts wit my blog is basically a moot so don't be shy to interact wit me, i do not bite. taglist is in the works, auntie not good at the tech stuff lol. oh and pronouns she/her.

but yea! enjoy reading and wrap it up - d

[azarathzinthoss]

AZARATHZINTHOSS MASTERLIST & GUIDE

GUIDE ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊

fluff - ꨄ︎

explicit - !

drabble/one shot - ୨ৎ

series - ♫

tags used : #azarathzinthossfic! | how my heart bleeds series tags ~ #hmhb’26, #how my heart bleeds series

MASTERLIST ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊

CODY RHODES

baby im blue ꨄ︎୨ৎ

DOMINIK MYSTERIO

livin' in fantasy land ୨ৎ!

JEY USO

i got her tender ୨ৎ! | misty rain ୨ৎ!

MICHAEL JACKSON

coming soon..

RHEA RIPLEY

love language ୨ৎ! ꨄ︎

ROMAN REIGNS

how my heart bleeds ♫

SETH ROLLINS

how my heart bleeds ♫

SOLO SIKOA

rock with you ୨ৎ! ꨄ︎

TYRIQ WITHERS CINEMATIC UNIVERSE

diggin' me (cameron cade) ୨ৎ! | love you so ୨ৎ! ꨄ︎

[azarathzinthoss]

tyriq withers x reader

summary : love is cool n fun <3

word count : im asking u to be nice to me.. (700 ish)

warnings/tags : 18+ MDNI, fluff adjacent, mentions of sex, tooth rotting declarations of love, not proofread at all ns

drew's tunes! 🎧 : oh boy - red velvet, interlude (553 nasty) - jodeci, + poison - nct dream

a/n : going thru the NASTIEST writer's block ever :/ srry for the inconsistency yall. anywaysss i had this poem collecting dust, so why not turn it into a blurb? also OMG thank u for the love on my last post holy shit

i don’t have to think.

my mind’s still, certain. i’m at peace with the words that leave my lips and imperfections i may stumble upon simply because i don’t have to think. i’m so safe that i’m allowed to be present. present in mind, body, heart, and soul. the four parts that make me whole, the four parts i lend to my lover. i trust him, oh, how i trust him so. he takes those halves of my being and holds them tightly, sacredly. 

there’s no script, no choreography, nothing. i move to the verbose sounds of his drums while he mitigates to my soft and agile strings. we make music together. music so good that i can’t help to miss it when he’s away. our bodies create a rhythm most can’t hear with their ears, a rhythm so exceptional most won’t experience it in their lifetime. my heart, my soul, my mind, and my body. he touches them. he touches me. this flesh of mine jumping with ecstasy. my bones shaking with fervor. no one can disturb this groove. my baby thrills me, oh, how he thrills me so. 

his care doesn’t go unnoticed. hushed words of love, desperate touches when i’m needed, longing eyes that hold a universe of us in them. even in times when it shouldn’t matter, i’m showered in chivalry. my soul never wanders from the one who keeps it close. i'm safe here. i'm safe in his arms. i'm safe to scream, cry, to end whatever happens in our place of worship. there's no laws, no tug of war, only love. love without limits, tiny strings that contort and bend to the direction of the winds. my baby needs me, oh, how he needs me so. we speak in a language so unheard of, so hushed to the untrained heart. the simplest of words untwist me. we talk, a lot. conversations of reverence volley through our love line.

‘do you know how much i love you?’

‘yes i do’

‘do you know how much i need you?’

‘baby..’

‘do you know what you do to me?’

‘tyriq..’

“talk to me, baby.”, the sound of his voice reels me back to the present. my soul split in half - one side leaving my body amidst the grueling pleasure, the other reminding me to breathe and stay alert. ‘floating in the between’ is what i call it. the man whom i've given the keys to access the raunchier quips and secrets that’ll send anyone to an early grave keeps me in the ‘in between’. soaring high and leagues above while grounding me and centering my joy, my innocence. 

my baby teaches me how to exist within multiple extremes. grateful, indebted, thanking, whatever you might call it, i feel it. he reminds me of it. “so.. so good.”, my voice shakes as i attempt to catch my breath. a lone, warm tear slides down my hot cheeks. tyriq notices, conflicted on whether to comfort his distraught lover or keep going. does he let the mask fall or commit to the performance? to be clear, i'm not crying because i'm unhappy, these are good tears. there’s so much pleasure sizzling beneath the multiple layers skin, the pumping muscle in my chest overcrowded with allegiance and gratification. words get caught in my parched throat. i had enough wherewithal to shake my head, his knotted brows smoothing out. pressing my sweaty forehead to his, i communicate a sign of ‘i’m okay. please keep going.’

my remedy that makes long days and uncertain times worth it. when you hold me and kiss me, i'm okay. when you tell me i'm beautiful or laugh at my dumb jokes, i'm at ease. all my suffering, pain, torturous agony hushed. somehow it's rewarding, the love i share. the power in giving love and trusting someone to preserve it is the greatest weapon i hold. a dagger that could cut through the toughest of the materials, the saltiest of my tears, and the thickest of my woes. i yield it and my baby guards it. i don't have to think. i'm completely still. i'm satisfied, the parts that make me nourished by the sun in my solar system.

my baby loves me, oh, how he loves me so.

[azarathzinthoss]

cameron cade x reader

summary : cameron's competitive nature gets the best of him.. and you

word count : 800?

warnings/tags : 19+ MDNI, porn wit ZERO plot lolz, p in v, unprotected sex, ROUGH sex, creampie, daddy kink, he smacks y/n's ass like one time? im prolly missing sum but u get it! oh and y/n uses she/her pronouns

song inspo. : d33p3r - mike will made it, teezo touchdown, & luda

one thing’s certain about cameron cade - he was excruciatingly competitive. he desired to win everything, regardless of how major or minor it is. this urge to be champion translated over into his relationships as well. arguments, petty games, impromptu harmless wrestling matches - he won them. he’d proudly flex his gorgeous muscles while you roll your eyes and scoff.

you’d let him win because you love him. and, frankly, because he’s a sore loser. all his pent-up rage and anger festered and ate him alive. which led to cameron taking it out on you. rough sex, bite marks, you in a heap of sweat and tears apologizing profusely. the mess he often left you in was a double-edged sword. you hated that you bent a knee for cameron, giving into the fear he'd make you feel from one look alone. but you loved when he got in this mode. taunting and ignorantly treating your body like a toy to satisfy himself and teach you a lesson in the process. he knows you’ll submit everytime. which is why tonight was no different. a petty disagreement you two had days prior rolled over into a very contentious debate.

this time, you held your ground, refusing to be the understanding party. frustrated, cameron slammed the door to your shared condo and went for a walk. you attended to some chores, hoping a routine cleaning would help calm you down. cameron not being the condo certainly did help. you were on the couch folding clothes when the front door swung open, cameron stood in the doorway. immediately, you froze in place.

his icy blue eyes bore deep into yours, the lines around his mouth hardening. fuck, he’s mad. you knew this only ended in two ways - cameron going to his ‘man cave’ to simmer down or your body becoming a victim in his path of terror. it was the latter today. that’s how you ended up where you are now. bent over in a dining room chair, no place to go, and no one to hear you scream. “baby, no more.”, you pleaded, dragging out the 'baby' for mercy. your lover could care less. cameron’s hands gripped both arms of the chair, holding it still while he ravaged your body.

your back was arched, face pressing against the cold wood. tears and snot dried on your hot cheeks. he was right behind you, his tall frame surrounding your body. cameron’s pelvis just centimeters away, his dick digging into you in ways you never thought you possible. for the past hour, cameron switched between pounding you relentlessly and eating you out from behind. you were at your breaking point. your pussy throbbing, your knees trembling trying to keep still, you felt like you’ve been in this position for hours. wet, creamy slick pooled onto the edge of the chair. you almost slipped, but cameron caught you just in time, “stay still. i’m finna cum.”

you groaned but still complied. “cam, you’re so fuckin’ deep, it’s too much.”, cameron laughed at your pathetic whines. he wouldn’t verbally admit it, but a small part of cameron enjoyed seeing you like this. at his grace, under his dominant frame taking stroke after stroke until you collapse and cry. “you’re so deep.”, he breathily mocked you. cameron pressed on the small of your back, slowly stroking deep into you. his hips angled down, hitting spots you never dreamt he could. he did this on purpose. those meticulous, but sharp strokes made your body crumble. another orgasm creeping inside you, your legs closing out of habit. tears threatened to fall again. afraid of cameron retaliating, you asked, “please, daddy, can i cum?” cameron roughly tugged on your hair, you gasped in surprise. 

his breath tickled your ear, “tell me ‘thank you’ when you cum on my dick.” a soft ‘yes daddy’ left your lips. cameron calmly picked up the pace, pulling on your shirt and hair to keep you in place while you unravel beneath him. your clit jumped at the steady, but harsh stimulation of his balls hitting it. you couldn’t scream or cry, just broken chants of ‘oh my god, oh my god, oh my god’. you nails dug into the expensive wood, tiny creaks filled the spacious condo. your pussy squelched around cameron’s dick. a harsh slap landed on your ass, “what did i say?”

“thank you, daddy, thank you! ”, you cried. your body trembled under him, but he didn’t stop. his hands returned to the arm chairs. the chair scratching against the floor from the brute force of cameron’s thrusts. you screamed, feeling slightly embarrassed, wondering if your neighbors heard you. the chair went from scooting ever so slightly to fully rocking. your body fell slack in the chair, the pleasure becoming unbearable at this point. “fuck, you boutta make me cum, baby.”, cameron groaned through gritted teeth. you begged for him to cum, to end this agonizing war of pleasure and pain.

a final, hard snap of his hips and he released inside you. your pussy achingly pulsated the longer he stayed inside of you. his chest pressed onto your back. both of your bodies respectively holding the other person’s up. you finally gathered your breath, “truce?” he lowly chuckled upon your body, “truce.” 

[azarathzinthoss]

how my heart bleeds - a mini series by azarathzinthoss

After her very public and contentious divorce from WWE superstar Roman Reigns, Kamille Briggs wished for nothing but peace and that her son knew his father. Being that she's now a single mother, Kamile had to fulfill the role of parent and breadwinner. With her background in ring announcing for UFC, Kamille's name landed on the talent director's desk at WWE via favor of ex-coworker, CM Punk. Friends and family alike pushed her to take the job. Regardless of how Kamille felt about potentially running into the man that broke her heart, her hands were tied.

To try to get over Roman, Kamille sleeps with his longtime friend and ex-Shield partner - Seth Rollins. Both Kamille and Seth agreed to forget about their drunken night and forbade each other from hooking up ever again. But rules are meant to be broken, right? The duo continues to see each other, blurring the lines of friends and lovers. And to make matters worse, Kamille and Roman's coparenting relationship becomes more involved than she intended it to be. Now Kamille is trapped between two paths to take. Does Kamille trade in discomfort for comfort and repeat old patterns? Or does she choose the path of uncertainty?

The Masterlist

0. underwater

[azarathzinthoss]

a prolouge ; underwater

"how my heart bleeds" disclaimer : this work is purely FICTIONAL. this is simply a fictional story of love, loss, betrayal, and hope. i don't know roman reigns, seth rollins, or the men behind those characters. any hate/spam will get you blocked. please use your own discretion when navigating this piece of fiction.

warnings : 19+ MDNI! parent loss, grief, mention of drug abuse, mention of abusive relationship dynamics

song inspo : underwater - baekhyun

word count : 1.4k

When you're a little girl, you're sold the promise of 'the Fairytale'. Holding your breath until 'the One' finds you and makes your lungs whole once more. Waiting until someone can make sense of the things you can't. Loving a person so much that you become each other, losing the ability to see outside yourself. Or at least, that's what I was sold. My Mother told me stories of how her and my father met and fell in love. Teenagers passing each other in the school halls not knowing they were fated, not knowing they'd create a love bigger than their small bodies. Destiny weaving itself from a singular half to a whole. Strangers coming together and giving each other forever. No matter how many times I begged for it, she always gave in, retelling the same story with that unwavering gleam in her eye.

My Mom made me believe in 'the Fairytale'. She'd always say, "love makes a home, a legacy." I clung onto those words, almost as if they were scripture. My unceasing future laid before me. My Mother's words cast an encouraging path; a path I must follow to reach true happiness. To be loved is to be happy. I believed it, so much so that my beliefs went when my Mother did. When she died, the curtain fell down. I had no reason to believe, to care. The home my parents built with love crumbled at the hands of loneliness. Something I knew so well became a stranger. Her absence burrowed a hole into my heart. I yearned for the stories, the want to understand what love is and what it means. Who am I if I don't belong to somebody? Who am I if I'm not desired? Who am I without something to nurture? Who am I if I'm not loved?

I stood in my new dining room, engulfed by the empty space. My body still, a little too still. The space swallows me whole, growling and breathing like a caged monster. My doubts and anxieties crash against me like a harsh wave does a rock. I'm still but I'm scared. This has to be the right decision. The promise of a new home terrifies me. New anything terrifies me. The gold trim on the windows dazzle before me. The harsh rays of the sun reflecting upon me. It hurts my eyes, but there are bigger pains at play to care about my eyes. My skin hums the same it does, or used to, when he touches me. I wish I cherished the hum while it lasted. It was excruciatingly electric and a reminder he loved me.

This is the quietest he’s ever been. No calls, texts, or even his family speaking on his behalf. Even in the midst of separation, my chest tightens at the thought of him upset at me. I’m reminded of those old westerns my mother used to watch on Sundays, a flamboyant stalemate between dueling rivals. A single droplet of sweat trails as a wheel of hay is swept up in the dusty currents. He makes it so hard to not argue, to not be at odds. The distance doesn’t make the heart grow fonder with him, it makes the heart hungrier. Punishing and relentless aches where love used to lie, where my dreams of us used to lie. I hate him so much that I end up loving him all over again. To love Joe is to drown. Suffocating currents fighting your body, the air in your lungs being leveraged against the panic in your heart. But, I wouldn’t have it any other way. As stupid as it sounds, the chaos he brings is my remedy. It doesn’t matter if we’re fighting or fucking, I just want to feel that burn in my lungs. I just want him close.

“Mrs. Anoa’i. Where did you want this?”, two brawny men shuffle through the front door, balancing my new couch in their hands. It takes me a while to reel myself back to life, but I do. “Ms. Briggs. And the living room is to the right of the steps.” It’s been a couple of weeks or so since I moved into my new home. Once we decided to separate, it didn’t take long for me to feel unwelcome. You never realize how big a mansion is until you’re alone in it. As the men transfer furniture back and forth, the crunching of the leaves under their feet disarm me. Broken pieces of yellow and brown leaves caught in the tan fibers of my ‘Welcome’ mat.

I need air. To give the men some room, I step outside on the bare porch. The wind picks up my hair and drapes it across my face. I instinctively burrow myself in my oversized hoodie. The eerily quiet forest that surrounds my new home sways to the beat of the wind. Tall, amber trees tower over me. Birds chirp back and forth like they’re in conversation with one another. A rabbit or two dash upon seeing me. I remember it’s December, and a wave of sadness disables me. The month where you celebrate family, yet I’m as lonely as I’ve ever been. The only family I have left are miles away, and the one I tried to build is crumbling to the ground by the hour. On top of that, I took on the task of hosting Christmas this year. Fuck.

I close my eyes, attempting to focus in on the sounds of nature. I feel it again, the temptation of being pulled underwater. Sinking deeper and deeper into a pool of nothingness, uncertainty. I hum loudly and rock with the trees. For a split second, the image of my Mother embracing me flashes in my mind. The tightness of her embrace brings me back to life. That fiery red polish she always wore clashing with her olive skin and gold jewelry. Her long, and well-groomed hair cascading over my face. Notes of Blue Magic and Jamaican castor oil corrupting my nostrils. She would hum and rock me whenever I felt anxious, angry, sad, tired. Touch was the way she communicated with me. Gentle embraces and soothing back rubs translate to “Mommy’s here.” To know my Mother is to know her warmth, her touch. A healing gift she wielded with responsibility, one I don’t have.

I open my eyes to stare directly into the sun, “Mom, what am I supposed to do?” She always told me to find her in the Sun, and my Dad in the Moon. “If you’re ever far away from home and I’m not there, find me in the Sun”, she’d say. The two things that keep the Earth spinning, the two things that gave me life. No matter where I go, they follow me. I can’t hide my truth in the Sun and Moon. “Ms. Briggs?” I snap out of my trance to tip the movers and sign a couple of documents. The Sun slowly hides behind the treeline, my Mom shines her light on the movers. Their neon orange vests almost blinded me. Did I make the right choice, Mama? “Thank you ma’am, enjoy your evening.” As their truck follows the winding driveway, I return inside. 

The walk from my door to the living room seems longer than it should be. Twisting and turning, winding and bending. I feel so heavy in heart but light in the body. Past me would've opened the fridge and slowly sipped on a wine bottle until I felt sick. Until I felt pathetic enough to put it down and cry. Joe would then ridicule me, bellowing down at me like the drill Sargent he is. A sick, scornful cycle that brings me comfort while I watch it destroy me. I can't cry though, not this time. And I can't drink wine.

I want the pain to end. I want relief, quickly. I press my hand onto the railing, using it to hold up my tired body. I fiddle with my phone in my pocket. I'm sure they have non-alcoholic wine, right? That won't be enough, I need something stronger. I need the self depreciation and self sacrifice to mean something. Pain is not meant to be felt sober. I heard you, Mama, but you're not here to manage the pain I'm feeling. The Moon isn't awake yet, I can't talk to Dad. Your youngest daughter is away at school, living life the way it should be. But, I'm here, by myself, in a far away land. Feeling the same way I felt and still feel when you left me. I'm underwater.

"Hello? Kamille? Are you okay?”

[wisteria-bae]

TALK ME THROUGH IT — JIMMY USO

GENRE. Smut

SUMMARY. After a long day at work, you decide to blow off some steam by watching your favorite camboy, never expecting that your comments would catch his attention for a second, let alone the whole live.

WARNINGS. Camboy! Jimmy, masturbation, voyeurism, webcam usage for sexual activity, explicit language, guys this is literally a fic about a porn site, if that’s not a big enough warning idk what is lmao

WC. 3.2K

A/N. Lazy titled, I know but like midterms fried my brain I’m sorry 😭

It is beyond a reasonable time to go to bed when Jimmy's stream finally started.

The video quality is high-definition and crisp, the man of the hour lounging back in what looks like his bedroom, front and center. He's wearing nothing but a pair of loose basketball shorts that have slid down enough to reveal his happy trail running down his Adonis belt. His thumb hooked into the waistband as he messes with the angle of his webcam.

"Let's see if you guys are still awake," he rumbles, his voice low and gravelly. "Sorry for the extremely late live tonight. I had some technical difficulties." He pauses for a moment, watching the screen as the chat floods with messages, his eyes half-lidded as he leans back in his chair, the seat creaking as he slowly sways side to side. "You are here, right?"

Your breath catches in your throat as his eyes gaze into the camera as if he were looking straight at you.

You've been watching him for a few weeks now, ever since a friend of yours drunkenly confessed to using the site as a guilty pleasure during a girls' night out.

At first, you were just curious. The world of camboys was sort of new to you, and frankly, the old website was in dire need of an updated UI, but just as you were about to click off, you saw him, Jimmy Uso.

There was something different about him. It wasn't just the sheer, imposing beauty of his body— a testament to his Samoan heritage, all broad shoulders, thick biceps, and strong thighs. It was the way he carried himself, a mix of raw masculine confidence and a surprising, almost shy vulnerability that came through in his low, rumbling voice. He wasn't like the other camboys and girls who either begged for money or were obnoxiously moaning every second to garner attention and views. You could tell that his reactions were genuine, that he enjoyed his work, and that he put effort into making each live an experience.

You shift in your bed, the cool sheets a stark contrast to the heat building between your thighs. Your laptop is propped on a pillow beside you, the screen illuminating the dark room. Your hand, which had been resting on your stomach, begins to drift lower, tracing the edge of your silk pajama shorts.

"Good, good," he says, a slow smile spreading across his full lips. "Glad to see you all. I was worried I'd be all by myself tonight."

He runs a hand through his thick, dark hair, and the movement makes his biceps bulge. The chat explodes with comments about his arms, his chest, his lips. He chuckles, the sound vibrating through your speakers and straight to your core. "You girls are too much." You take a moment to admire the man before something caught your eye. With your one free hand, you type out a message.

your_username: Is that a new tat??

Jimmy pauses and reads out your message, a huge, infectious smile breaking out on his face. "Hell yeah, it is, I'm so glad you noticed. It's still healing, but it goes from my arm to my back, wanna see?" A flood of enthusiastic yesses flooded the chat, causing him to scoot back from the camera. "Alright, bet, one sec."

Jimmy stands from his chair, his full body on display now. He turns to the side to show off his new sleeve before turning around and moving his hair to reveal the new work on his back. Intricate tribal tattoos adorned his skin from his shoulders to the base of his spine, the ink a strong contrast against his tanned skin, commanding attention almost instantly.

You watch as his back muscled contracted and relaxed as he moved to do various poses, your hand slipping beneath the waistband of your shorts, your fingers brushing against the soft skin of your pussy. You're already wet, a testament to the power he holds over you, even through a screen. You bite your lip, a soft gasp escaping as your fingers find your clit, already swollen and sensitive. You circle it slowly, matching the languid pace of his movements on screen.

"I got inspired from my brother," he casually comments as his shorts slip a littler further down his hips, making no effort to pull them back up, "I always wanted a bigger piece to complement the one on my neck, I think it flowed very nicely." He turns his head, looking over said tatted shoulder and flexes his muscles, "Don't you think?"

You moan on reflex as he watches the chat go wild.

"Oh," he hums, "do y'all like it when I show off my tattoos and muscles? Want me to do it again?" You almost answer out loud while he pauses to read. He flexes his arms again, making his biceps pulse, then does a back lat spread, his muscles popping out, making the ink on his back even more alluring.

"Do you like the way I make my muscles jump?" He asks, moving into a different pose, this time focusing on his tricep. He licks his lips as he briefly glances over at the chat, a smirk on his face. "I got another muscle I can make jump."

Jimmy turns back around to fully face the camera, revealing his large dick print that was pressed up against the shorts. He looks down at it, watching as he tenses his abdomen, making the print rise, then fall, then rise again. He does it a few more times before shugging and looking back up to the camera, a slight pout on his lips.

"It's not all that," he sighs, "these shorts are a little contricting, I can go much higher than that." The chat immediately floods with requests and pleas, and some users even donate to convince him. He thanks them for the money, as he always does, before moving a bit closer to the screen.

You could see the outline of his dick even clearer now, the shape and curve of it, how it can't help but lean to the side, how a small patch of his arousal has started to leak through and stain it. One thing you quickly noticed while watching Jimmy's livestreams is that he thrives on desperate comments, especially the overly specific ones. He's always scanning the log for them, only briefly closing his eyes at the intense pleasure before forcing them back open, almost as if he was scared to miss one single comment. You type out another message, this time making sure to play into it.

your_username: Can I see it? Please, I wanna see him so baddd

At first, you weren't sure if he even saw your comment, considering how fast the log was going, but then he let out a deep groan that made your pussy tremble slightly.

"You wanna see him, baby?" Jimmy bites his lips, tensing his body again to make it jump, "What you wanna see, be specific." Quickly, while you have his attention, you reply with a more direct choice of words.

your_username: Can I see your dick, Daddy? He looks so lonely, I wanna say hi

The chat scrolls in a blur of reactions to your comment, but you don't try to read them. You watch Jimmy instead as a glint shines in his eyes, a pang of satisfaction mixing with the heat in your stomach as you recognize that look. The fact that your comments stood out to him in a sea of equally horny people excites you. You want to see him lose that carefully constructed control, to see the pleasure take over, and you felt as if you kept it up, you might actually see it.

Your fingers move faster now, slick with your arousal. You press harder, your hips arching off the bed as you imagine Jimmy's hands on you instead of your own. You imagine the weight of his body, the feel of his skin, the taste of his lips. You close your eyes for a moment, picturing him there with you in your bed, his dark eyes looking down at you with that same intense focus he gives the camera.

"Lonely, huh?" he says as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts, and your eyes fly open, glued to the screen. "Since you asked so nicely." He teases, pulling them down just a fraction, revealing the sharp lines of his hips and more of that dark trail of hair.

"Fuck," you whisper, your breath hitching. Your fingers are moving with a frantic urgency now, sliding down to gather more wetness before returning to your clit. You can feel the tension coiling in your belly, a tight knot of pleasure that's about to snap.

He slowly, torturously, slides the shorts down his thighs. Your breath catches as he's revealed to you, thick and heavy despite bobbing up and down with ease from being released from its clothed prison. Jimmy lets out a relaxed sigh from the sudden temperature change, the cool air making his breath sharp for a second.

"Is this what you wanted?" he spoke lowly, "Come say hi."

He tenses up his muscles again, making his dick jump over and over. It gets higher and higher before it almost reaches straight up in the air. His hand cups his base, almost like he couldn't help himself. The sight is so overwhelmingly erotic that a moan tears from your throat. He starts to stroke, slow and steady at first, his eyes half-closed, his head tilted back.

"Do you like this, baby?" he asks, his voice strained. "You like watching me?"

You do. You love it. You love the way his chest heaves with each breath, the way his muscles tense as he moves, the way his hand works his cock with practiced ease. It's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.

your_username: I do, I love it sm

You don't know how you keep getting lucky, but Jimmy seems to find your comment every time and react to it. Perhaps it was luck, perhaps he was deliberately looking for your user; either way, you wanted to test it out.

your_username: Such a pretty dick, I wish it was my hand grabbing it instead of your own your_username: Wish it was my lips wrapped around it instead of your fingers

A low, guttural groan rumbles from Jimmy's chest, his hand faltering on his cock as he reads your latest messages. His eyes, dark and intense, seem to burn through the screen, focusing directly on you. He slowly brings his thumb up to his lips, sucking it into his mouth, his gaze never leaving the camera.

"You got a dirty mouth on you, baby girl," he rasps, his voice thick with lust. He pulls his thumb from his lips with a wet pop. "I like that. You keep talking like that, and I might have to find a way to make it happen. Actually, you know what?"

Jimmy reaches down to his mousepad and clicks a few times. Your screen suddenly lights up, a separate chat box appearing to the side. Jimmy types something before stepping back again.

JimmyUso: Hey baby girl JimmyUso: Added you to a private chat so I won't miss you JimmyUso: It's just you and me rn

A shiver runs down your spine, equal parts arousal and anticipation. Your fingers pause on your clit, the intensity of his words almost too much. You can feel your pussy clenching, aching for more than just your own touch.

"You wish it was your lips?" he continues, his hand resuming its slow, torturous strokes. "Tell me what you'd do with those pretty lips."

You take a shaky breath, your fingers flying across the keyboard, your other hand resuming its work between your legs, your movements growing more desperate with every passing second.

your_username: I'd start by kissing the tip, all soft and gentle. Then I'd stick my tongue out and lick that little drop off for you your_username: I'd wrap my lips around your head and suck, just a little, while I look up into your eyes

Jimmy's breath hitches, his hips bucking slightly off the chair. "Fuck," he mutters, his grip tightening on his shaft. "Keep going."

your_username: I'd take you deeper, inch by inch, until you hit the back of my throat your_username: I'd stay there for a second, just feeling you throb against my tongue, before I start to move your_username: Then I'll bob my head, slow at first, then faster, my hand stroking what I can't fit in my mouth

"Jesus," he groans, his head falling back against the chair, his strokes becoming faster, more erratic. "You're gonna make me cum, baby. You're gonna make me cum just with your words."

You can feel your own orgasm building, a tight, hot coil in your belly. You're so close, teetering on the edge. You slide two fingers inside your soaking wet pussy, curling them to hit that special spot, while your thumb continues to circle your clit.

your_username: I want you to cum for me, Daddy your_username: I wanna taste it your_username: Need you to fuck my mouth until you can't hold back anymore, then I want you to pull out and cum all over my face and tits your_username: I want to wear your cum like a badge of honor your_username: Please please cum for me

That's it, that's the final push. With a loud, strangled cry, Jimmy's body tenses, his back arching off the chair. A thick, white jet of cum erupts from his cock, followed by another, and another, painting his chest and stomach in a sticky, beautiful mess. He continues to stroke himself through his climax, his body shuddering with the force of his release. He stumbles a bit before crashing back down into his chair, his white, streaked chest heaving from the exhaustion.

The sight is your undoing. Your own orgasm crashes over you, a powerful, all-consuming wave of pleasure that leaves you gasping and trembling. Your pussy clenches tightly around your fingers, waves of ecstasy pulsing through your entire body. You cry out his name, your voice raw with pleasure, as you ride out the intense sensations.

For a long moment, you both lay there, spent and sated, the only sounds in the room being his ragged breaths and the soft hum of your laptop. You can feel the aftershocks of your orgasm still rippling through you, a pleasant, warm glow spreading through your limbs.

Jimmy is the first to move, slowly sitting up and reaching for a tissue. He cleans himself up with a sigh, his movements slow and languid. He glances back at the camera, a soft, satisfied smile on his face.

"Damn," he says, his voice still husky. "That was intense." He reads the regular chat for a moment, his eyes scanning the screen as he catches up on the donation. Afterwards, they glide back over to the private chat, and a slow, genuine smile spreads across his lips.

JimmyUso: You are something else JimmyUso: I hope you enjoyed the show as much as I did your_username: More than you know. Can't wait for the next one <3

He chuckles, the sound warm and real. "Yeah, me neither." He goes on to chat for a little longer while you take the time to clean up your mess, discarding the towel you had laid beneath you before logging in. Eventually, it's time to end the live, and Jimmy gives the camera one last lingering look before signing off, and the screen returns to the homepage.

You go to close your laptop when another message pops up, the private log still open.

JimmyUso: Is your voice as sexy as your words? JimmyUso: Might need you to talk me through it one day

Your heart hammers against your ribs, a frantic, wild beat that drowns out the post-orgasmic haze. A thrill, sharp and intoxicating, shoots through you. This is definitely crossing a line from anonymous spectator to... something else you weren't sure was a good idea. But the pull is too strong, the possibility too thrilling to ignore. Your fingers, still trembling slightly from your orgasm, hover over the keyboard. What do you say? Cool? Coy? Desperate?

You take a deep breath, centering yourself. You've been bold all night, can't stop now

your_username: Depends who you ask, but I think it sounds better when I'm whispering dirty things

You hit send before you can second-guess yourself, a nervous energy coiling in your stomach. The response is almost immediate, the little "typing..." indicator appearing and disappearing before his message flashes on your screen.

JimmyUso: Fuck. Don't say shit like that. I'm trying to recover here. your_username: Recovering? Already? I thought you Samoan men had more stamina than that

You're teasing him, pushing the boundaries, and you love it. You can almost hear his low chuckle, feel its warmth through the screen.

JimmyUso: Oh, we got stamina, trust me. Just need a minute to ground myself, came a little harder than usual JimmyUso: And you too, I bet your_username: You knew I was touching myself? JimmyUso: I'd be a little offended if you didn't lol

Your face and neck get hot as you fluster, giggling to yourself as you get another message

JimmyUso: So, about that voice. You got a mic?

Your breath catches. Private chats and video calls were features that you knew existed on the site, but you never assumed you'd actually use them. The logical part of your brain is screaming at you to shut down your laptop and pretend this never happened. But the rest of you, the part that's still thrumming with arousal and the thrill of his attention, is leaning in, eager for more.

your_username: I do, but isn't this against the rules? Messaging me like this? your_username: You should be careful, I don't want you to get into trouble JimmyUso: Baby girl, this my shit JimmyUso: I make the rules JimmyUso: My streams are set for 21+ users, and you had to confirm your age to even sign up, so I know that you're an adult JimmyUso: Also, you just watched me cum on camera for hundreds of people. I think we're past careful lol JimmyUso: But if you're uncomfortable with it, then that's perfectly okay too. your_username: No, it's fine your_username: I have a mic I can connect to

The typing indicator appears, and you hold your breath, your heart pounding in your chest.

JimmyUso: Good, cause I wanna hear you say my name.

Your pussy clenches, a fresh wave of arousal flooding you. It's so simple, so direct, and so incredibly hot. You can almost hear the command in his voice, the low, gravelly tone that makes your toes curl. You take a deep breath, your fingers flying across the keys.

your_username: I can stay online for a little longer. Call me.

You wait, your heart in your throat, the silence stretching between you, thick with anticipation. Then your laptop chimes, and a new notification pops up: a call request from Jimmy Uso himself.

You glance at the screen, at his username, at his profile picture of his beautiful brown eyes and salt-and-pepper beard, at the small, pulsing green circle next to it. With a deep, shaky breath, you move your cursor over the "Accept" button and click.

A/N. Omg y’all are so nastyyy 🤭 Don't beat me up about the cliffhanger, a second part will come soon! As promised, I’m gonna make another camboy fic that includes the usage of a sex toy (not inserted!!), but if you aren’t into that, there will be another version that doesn’t include the toy. If you’d love to be tagged in my Jimmy fics permanently, DM me and I’ll add you!

TAGLIST. @mikaelsonharem7 @dwskittle1992 @definitely-canon @uceyliyahh @mtcloudsworld @xnightmarexpunkx @sheaabuttaababyy @moxley99 @darkandlight00 @transparentphantomface @spiicii @fearlesschimera @piinkbenjamins

[azarathzinthoss]

dom mysterio x makeup artist!black fem oc

summary : dom is enthralled by a new makeup artist and dreams of her all the time

word count : 1.8k

warnings/tags : 19+ MDNI, p in v action, unprotected sex (wrap it up), barely proofread, idk whole lotta freak stuff

A/N : my bad traffic was hectic.. a bitch here tho! highkey expect some edits to this in the future, idk how i feel abt her lol

it’s moments like these where i feel it the most. the hairs on my arm stand up and my chest uneasily heaves. when the noise and chaos stops, when the hotel room for the night is eerily quiet. the roads in my mind are at a designated stand still. all my maps lead to her. tonight was no different than how the others played out. i spread my body over the brown, faux leather sectional in my hotel. golden lights from the busy city below me drew me into a trance. the business of the random crowds piled onto the thin sidewalks buzzed in my ears. i tried to focus on a stray stranger from one of the crowds, hopefully a beautiful woman would catch my attention. 

nothing worked, i still ended up thinking of her. i can’t get her out of my head. she’s relatively new to wwe, a recent hire for the makeup team. i met her at summerslam. on my way from the locker room, i decided to stop by the makeup and hair stations. now that i’m going with liv, everything i’ve known for the past year and a half would change. schedules, press, judgement day in itself - everything. going to see rhea was one of the last times we would share the stage together. i anticipated seeing rhea with jett, our senior makeup artist. what i didn’t anticipate was seeing her. her voice echoed into the busy hallways, her unique laugh filling empty corners. the slow and sultry way she talked brought me to a halt, my heart picking up in pace. turning the corner, her back was pointed to me. her long, curly hair flowed even at a standstill. i guess she must’ve been passionate in her conversation with rhea as her curls followed her every move. she wore a pink flower in her hair to match the outfit she wore. her clothes looked as if they were made for her body, molding itself to every dip and curve.

“dom!”, rhea shouted at me. i soon realized that i stood in place, shamelessly eyeing the new beauty hire. my feet stammered for a couple seconds until i eventually made my way over. she turned around, her eyes meeting mine. the pretty voice and body had an even prettier face to match. her brown orbs were slanted with an inviting curve, pink gloss spread over her round lips. even the imperfections added to her already intimidating beauty. if only she was aware how deadly her smile was. i meant to introduce myself, but my voice caught in my throat. “dom, maia. maia, dom.”, rhea’s accent added a richness to her name. “hi, dom.”, maia flashed a timid smile, her plump cheeks poking out. all my body allowed me to do was shortly smile back and tilt my head like a dumbass. i should’ve said something to her. it wouldn't've mattered, it had been two weeks since i saw maia last. i had so much to say, so much to ask. most importantly, i had so much i wanted to do. maia existed in my mind, at all times.

i obsessively fantasized about her, with shame and no shame. the corners of my brain housed the gorgeous mystery woman. i contemplated and fabricated versions of different fantasies. often selecting the one that fits best depending on the night i had. she took over me, and i liked it. she consumed my every being, and i liked it. my schedule was hectic as ever. i dreamt of her in the midst of mayhem. imagining her voice brought me comfort in uncertainty. i felt my lashes brush against my cheeks. my body became heavier by the second. i was falling asleep. illicit images danced before me, the hotel around me transforming into my personal daydream. a sparkly film colored my distorted reality, the warm scent of vanilla filled the room. my position remained, leaning on the couch. heat spread over my clothed legs. a pair of suntanned thighs squeezed around me. a manicured hand cupped my chin, bringing my face to greet hers. those full breasts of hers pressing into my bare chest. i could feel how wet she was, how needy she was. “baby..”, maia seductively hummed to me. my ears perked up like that of a dog’s. i gripped the small of her back, sitting up to look deeper in her eyes. “dime.”, i said back. maia’s appearance mirrored that of real life. little to no makeup and her bouncy coils. the same pink flower poking through her raven wefts. this time, however, this reimagined version of her came dressed in delicate lingerie, the lace sheer. the blush pink set constricted and complimented her shapely figure. her bottom lip bent in between her teeth, “i need it.” i happily obliged, ready to give whatever she asked of me and then some. i dug my fingers under her lacey pink bra, releasing her perky chest. 

i briskly touched my lips to her breasts, my hands simultaneously groping the other. her moans coaxed an almost animal-like inanition from me. the strong moral compass within me weakened in her presence. the perverse, sadistic hunger she brought out bubbled under the surface of my crafted, respectful exterior. maia fell into me, grabbing onto me for stability. our bodies succumbed to a symbiotic rhythm. she grinded into my thigh as i roughly fondled her. “i wanna taste you.”, maia softly whispered into my ear. her wish was my command. maia got on her knees, tugging on my sweats. my legs felt as though lightning bolts of anticipation shot through them. i groaned with relief as she removed my boxers, my erection stiffening against the cool air. maia dragged her tongue on my length, painfully teasing me. the muscles in my thighs tensed. even in my dreams, everything feels too real. the edges of her mouth curled as she watched me unravel. her tongue made its way to the tip, lapping up the pool of precum leaking from it. i hissed, “you’re teasin’, princesa.” maia’s sultry orbs latched onto mine as she wrapped her mouth around me.

intense pleasure surged through my body. her mouth and hand worked together. that addictive cadence of hers caused me to throw my head back as i sunk further into the couch. the vibration from maia’s throat sent shivers throughout my every being. her cheeks hallowed, squeezing me. my mind, my body, my soul belonged to her. my focus volleyed in between the stimulation and maia. “so fuckin’ beautiful.”, i murmured, unsure if she heard me or not. my fingers twirled in her hair, pulling her into another frenzied kiss. waves of static like energy erupted throughout my lower body. if she went any further, i wouldn’t be able to handle it. her nails dug into my inked thighs, i moaned against maia’s lips. maia stood up, her fingers hooking the band of her lace bikini. she gracefully slipped out of them, slyly eyeing me. my eyes never left hers. the neediness in her eyes drove me crazy. 

my hands latched tightly to her thighs as i slowly ushered her to the couch beneath me. she glowed under me. those fluffy curls of hers sprawled onto the surface below like a wildfire. maia whined as i kissed her neck. her hands glided across my shoulders. i traveled further and further, maia’s body slowly inching itself into my embrace. i slid my hands over her waist and then down to her hips. her body became my personal playground. the heat between maia’s thighs circled my face. it felt as though the warmth was pulling me in, daring me to suffocate with pleasure. i left a delicate peck on her inner thigh, my hand roughly gripping the other. a pool of moisture trickled from her lips onto the brown pleather. i slipped a finger inside of her, rhythmically pushing against her soft center. in, out, in, out. my eyes flickered in between my finger and her passionate expressions. maia gasped and moaned, “fuck, baby, yesss.” my tongue roughly pressed onto her clit, lapping up her sweetness. passionate squeals filled the room. i upped the force, adding another finger and sucking on her clit. maia’s words jumbled amongst her broken moans. a pair of warm thighs hugged the sides of my face, a sign she was close. “cum for me, baby.”, i whispered. her body tensed. the faux leather couch conformed to maia’s body, sinking with her. her once steady, sure breaths formed into hitched and unsure ones. a desperate cry of pleasure bounced off the walls. i slowed the pace of my fingers, matching the flow of her orgasm.

“dom.”, maia placed a hand on my shoulder. i lifted myself to meet her gaze. maia’s thick lips parted, “i want it.” her wish is my command. i, once again, traveled along her body until our eyes met again. the pining in her eyes drew me closer. i pushed.  i closely watched maia’s face contort in bliss. her beautiful body impatient as ever. polished, white nails clawed into my arms the further i pushed into her. a thick, clear liquid coated my dick. the way her walls embraced me made my head spin. i selfishly wanted to bury myself inside her and never come out. “baby, you’re so big.”, she whined. a wicked part of me slightly enjoyed maia’s whines and pleas. knowing i control everything she feels and how she reacts to me put me on a sick power trip. squelch-like sounds filled the room as i pushed further into her. “but look at how she’s talkin’ to me. lo puedes, princesa.”, i cooed as a planted plush kisses on her neck. i coated my fingers in saliva, and rubbed consistent circles on her clit. i leaned in closer, brazenly studying maia’s movements. drinking in how she responds to me. this was my own personal daydream. i pressed my face into her neck, the smell of vanilla instantly surrounding me. 

maia’s thighs latched onto my waist, keeping me in place. my hips were focused. maia yelped as i delivered punishing thrusts. my greed clouded my mind. the rough speed caused maia to dig her nails in my back. her neediness gave me more purpose. “fuck, i’m gonna..”, she moaned. i kissed her temple, “do it.” i watched her fall apart beneath me. a rosy flare covered her cheeks, droplets of sweat fell down her nose. maia’s curls flattened against her face. a curl or two stuck to those plush, full lips. this is how i see her - raw, undone, human, beautiful, and mine. maia chanted my name. a light tapping brought me out of focus. three repeated taps. i shook my head, peering down at the satisfied woman below me. she chanted my name again. “dom! can you hear me?!”, maia said. or was that liv? once again, “dom!”. my body jumped. the scent of vanilla vanishing as quick as it came. every i felt left with it, maia included. before i could think, the taps came back. i scrambled to open my hotel room door. an impatient liv morgan stood before me. “dude, i called you like three times.”, she groaned. i looked back at my phone on the brown sectional, “shit, sorry liv. i must’ve fallen asleep.” liv rolled her eyes, “okay, well, meet in the lobby in 30 minutes.” i nodded and started to close the door. “and put some fuckin’ pants on!”, she faintly shouted. confused, i looked down. am i in my boxers?

[azarathzinthoss]

dom mysterio x makeup artist!black fem oc

summary : dom is enthralled by a new makeup artist and dreams of her all the time

song inspo : fantasyland- 451

word count : 1.8k

warnings/tags : 19+ MDNI, p in v action, unprotected sex (wrap it up), barely proofread, idk whole lotta freak stuff, cliffhanger LOL don’t yell

it’s moments like these where i feel it the most. the hairs on my arm stand up and my chest uneasily heaves. when the noise and chaos stops, when the hotel room for the night is eerily quiet. the roads in my mind are at a designated stand still. all my maps lead to her. tonight was no different than how the others played out. i spread my body over the brown, faux leather sectional in my hotel. golden lights from the busy city below me drew me into a trance. the business of the random crowds piled onto the thin sidewalks buzzed in my ears. i tried to focus on a stray stranger from one of the crowds, hopefully a beautiful woman would catch my attention. 

nothing worked, i still ended up thinking of her. i can’t get her out of my head. she’s relatively new to wwe, a recent hire for the makeup team. i met her at summerslam. on my way from the locker room, i decided to stop by the makeup and hair stations. now that i’m going with liv, everything i’ve known for the past year and a half would change. schedules, press, judgement day in itself - everything. going to see rhea was one of the last times we would share the stage together. i anticipated seeing rhea with jett, our senior makeup artist. what i didn’t anticipate was seeing her. her voice echoed into the busy hallways, her unique laugh filling empty corners. the slow and sultry way she talked brought me to a halt, my heart picking up in pace. turning the corner, her back was pointed to me. her long, curly hair flowed even at a standstill. i guess she must’ve been passionate in her conversation with rhea as her curls followed her every move. she wore a pink flower in her hair to match the outfit she wore. her clothes looked as if they were made for her body, molding itself to every dip and curve.

“dom!”, rhea shouted at me. i soon realized that i stood in place, shamelessly eyeing the new beauty hire. my feet stammered for a couple seconds until i eventually made my way over. she turned around, her eyes meeting mine. the pretty voice and body had an even prettier face to match. her brown orbs were slanted with an inviting curve, pink gloss spread over her round lips. even the imperfections added to her already intimidating beauty. if only she was aware how deadly her smile was. i meant to introduce myself, but my voice caught in my throat. “dom, maia. maia, dom.”, rhea’s accent added a richness to her name. “hi, dom.”, maia flashed a timid smile, her plump cheeks poking out. all my body allowed me to do was shortly smile back and tilt my head like a dumbass. i should’ve said something to her. it wouldn't've mattered, it had been two weeks since i saw maia last. i had so much to say, so much to ask. most importantly, i had so much i wanted to do. maia existed in my mind, at all times.

i obsessively fantasized about her, with shame and no shame. the corners of my brain housed the gorgeous mystery woman. i contemplated and fabricated versions of different fantasies. often selecting the one that fits best depending on the night i had. she took over me, and i liked it. she consumed my every being, and i liked it. my schedule was hectic as ever. i dreamt of her in the midst of mayhem. imagining her voice brought me comfort in uncertainty. i felt my lashes brush against my cheeks. my body became heavier by the second. i was falling asleep. illicit images danced before me, the hotel around me transforming into my personal daydream. a sparkly film colored my distorted reality, the warm scent of vanilla filled the room. my position remained, leaning on the couch. heat spread over my clothed legs. a pair of suntanned thighs squeezed around me. a manicured hand cupped my chin, bringing my face to greet hers. those full breasts of hers pressing into my bare chest. i could feel how wet she was, how needy she was. “baby..”, maia seductively hummed to me. my ears perked up like that of a dog’s. i gripped the small of her back, sitting up to look deeper in her eyes. “dime.”, i said back. maia’s appearance mirrored that of real life. little to no makeup and her bouncy coils. the same pink flower poking through her raven wefts. this time, however, this reimagined version of her came dressed in delicate lingerie, the lace sheer. the blush pink set constricted and complimented her shapely figure. her bottom lip bent in between her teeth, “i need it.” i happily obliged, ready to give whatever she asked of me and then some. i dug my fingers under her lacey pink bra, releasing her perky chest. 

i briskly touched my lips to her breasts, my hands simultaneously groping the other. her moans coaxed an almost animal-like inanition from me. the strong moral compass within me weakened in her presence. the perverse, sadistic hunger she brought out bubbled under the surface of my crafted, respectful exterior. maia fell into me, grabbing onto me for stability. our bodies succumbed to a symbiotic rhythm. she grinded into my thigh as i roughly fondled her. “i wanna taste you.”, maia softly whispered into my ear. her wish was my command. maia got on her knees, tugging on my sweats. my legs felt as though lightning bolts of anticipation shot through them. i groaned with relief as she removed my boxers, my erection stiffening against the cool air. maia dragged her tongue on my length, painfully teasing me. the muscles in my thighs tensed. even in my dreams, everything feels too real. the edges of her mouth curled as she watched me unravel. her tongue made its way to the tip, lapping up the pool of precum leaking from it. i hissed, “you’re teasin’, princesa.” maia’s sultry orbs latched onto mine as she wrapped her mouth around me.

intense pleasure surged through my body. her mouth and hand worked together. that addictive cadence of hers caused me to throw my head back as i sunk further into the couch. the vibration from maia’s throat sent shivers throughout my every being. her cheeks hallowed, squeezing me. my mind, my body, my soul belonged to her. my focus volleyed in between the stimulation and maia. “so fuckin’ beautiful.”, i murmured, unsure if she heard me or not. my fingers twirled in her hair, pulling her into another frenzied kiss. waves of static like energy erupted throughout my lower body. if she went any further, i wouldn’t be able to handle it. her nails dug into my inked thighs, i moaned against maia’s lips. maia stood up, her fingers hooking the band of her lace bikini. she gracefully slipped out of them, slyly eyeing me. my eyes never left hers. the neediness in her eyes drove me crazy. 

my hands latched tightly to her thighs as i slowly ushered her to the couch beneath me. she glowed under me. those fluffy curls of hers sprawled onto the surface below like a wildfire. maia whined as i kissed her neck. her hands glided across my shoulders. i traveled further and further, maia’s body slowly inching itself into my embrace. i slid my hands over her waist and then down to her hips. her body became my personal playground. the heat between maia’s thighs circled my face. it felt as though the warmth was pulling me in, daring me to suffocate with pleasure. i left a delicate peck on her inner thigh, my hand roughly gripping the other. a pool of moisture trickled from her lips onto the brown pleather. i slipped a finger inside of her, rhythmically pushing against her soft center. in, out, in, out. my eyes flickered in between my finger and her passionate expressions. maia gasped and moaned, “fuck, baby, yesss.” my tongue roughly pressed onto her clit, lapping up her sweetness. passionate squeals filled the room. i upped the force, adding another finger and sucking on her clit. maia’s words jumbled amongst her broken moans. a pair of warm thighs hugged the sides of my face, a sign she was close. “cum for me, baby.”, i whispered. her body tensed. the faux leather couch conformed to maia’s body, sinking with her. her once steady, sure breaths formed into hitched and unsure ones. a desperate cry of pleasure bounced off the walls. i slowed the pace of my fingers, matching the flow of her orgasm.

“dom.”, maia placed a hand on my shoulder. i lifted myself to meet her gaze. maia’s thick lips parted, “i want it.” her wish is my command. i, once again, traveled along her body until our eyes met again. the pining in her eyes drew me closer. i pushed.  i closely watched maia’s face contort in bliss. her beautiful body impatient as ever. polished, white nails clawed into my arms the further i pushed into her. a thick, clear liquid coated my dick. the way her walls embraced me made my head spin. i selfishly wanted to bury myself inside her and never come out. “baby, you’re so big.”, she whined. a wicked part of me slightly enjoyed maia’s whines and pleas. knowing i control everything she feels and how she reacts to me put me on a sick power trip. squelch-like sounds filled the room as i pushed further into her. “but look at how she’s talkin’ to me. lo puedes, princesa.”, i cooed as a planted plush kisses on her neck. i coated my fingers in saliva, and rubbed consistent circles on her clit. i leaned in closer, brazenly studying maia’s movements. drinking in how she responds to me. this was my own personal daydream. i pressed my face into her neck, the smell of vanilla instantly surrounding me. 

maia’s thighs latched onto my waist, keeping me in place. my hips were focused. maia yelped as i delivered punishing thrusts. my greed clouded my mind. the rough speed caused maia to dig her nails in my back. her neediness gave me more purpose. “fuck, i’m gonna..”, she moaned. i kissed her temple, “do it.” i watched her fall apart beneath me. a rosy flare covered her cheeks, droplets of sweat fell down her nose. maia’s curls flattened against her face. a curl or two stuck to those plush, full lips. this is how i see her - raw, undone, human, beautiful, and mine. maia chanted my name. a light tapping brought me out of focus. three repeated taps. i shook my head, peering down at the satisfied woman below me. she chanted my name again. “dom! can you hear me?!”, maia said. or was that liv? once again, “dom!”. my body jumped. the scent of vanilla vanishing as quick as it came. every i felt left with it, maia included. before i could think, the taps came back. i scrambled to open my hotel room door. an impatient liv morgan stood before me. “dude, i called you like three times.”, she groaned. i looked back at my phone on the brown sectional, “shit, sorry liv. i must’ve fallen asleep.” liv rolled her eyes, “okay, well, meet in the lobby in 30 minutes.” i nodded and started to close the door. “and put some fuckin’ pants on!”, she faintly shouted. confused, i looked down. am i in my boxers?

[uceyliyahh]

TALK U THRU IT

summary: He’s the birthday boy of course he’s gonna talk her thru it just like how she talked him thru it.

warnings contain: handjob (m receiving), unprotected sex, choking, hair-pulling, handcuffs, sub/domjimmy!, fluff at the end.

Word count: 2.4k

SO MDNI ‼️‼️

Jimmy Uso x Milaya

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

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When Milaya plans to surprise him with some lingerie she had gotten from Victoria Secret just to get him started.

Having finished preparing dinner for him, Milaya ensured that everything was perfectly arranged. She always made an extra effort for Jimmy's birthday, knowing he preferred simple family cookouts and drinks over any celebrations. This year, she wanted to change things up a bit.

She heard the sound of the key jiggling, indicating that he had just returned home from work. This prompted her to wrap her robe around herself as she feigned cleaning the dishes, even though they were already clean, simply waiting for him to call her.

As soon as she heard the door close and the keys clatter onto the table next to his duffle bag thudding to the floor, she sensed him approaching from behind—Jimmy enveloped her neck with his arms, planting a kiss on the back of her neck that sent a thrilling jolt down her spine.

The scent of his cologne enveloped her senses, almost like a drug she had been craving—she briefly turned her head to catch a clearer glimpse of him, and he appeared utterly stunning.

His hair was still somewhat damp, likely from a shower he took before arriving home. He was dressed in an all-grey Nike suit, and his Cuban link chain sparkled in the kitchen light.

“hey handsome, I made dinner for you.” Milaya said.

He smiled at her before speaking, “I figured you did, I could smell it before I came inside of the house baby.” Jimmy replied.

Jimmy observed that she was dressed in a sleek, all-black robe that accentuated her curves beautifully, and as his fingers began to trace gentle circles on her hips, it took her by surprise.

“What’chu hiding underneath this robe baby?” He asked.

He was pulling on the string of the robe, curious to discover what she was concealing beneath it, which made her laugh playfully.

“You’ll see love, let's eat dinner first.” She said.

After dinner, Milaya was leaning over to place the dirty dishes into the dishwasher when she heard footsteps descending from the stairs and entering the kitchen—she noticed the refrigerator door open, realizing that Jimmy was grabbing a drink before closing it again.

Jimmy stood there, holding his water bottle, observing her as she bent over in that robe, still trying to decipher what she might be concealing beneath it.

With his arms crossed over his chest, he watched as she closed the dishwasher and started it up to wash the dishes—she turned her head and caught him admiring her from head to toe, which brought a smile to her face in return.

He set his water bottle on the kitchen counter and moved towards her as she stood there, waiting for him to lift her by the thighs, which is exactly what he did.

He placed her on the kitchen counter, positioning himself between her legs while showering her neck with wet kisses that sent her stomach into a whirlwind within moments.

With her arms wrapped around his neck, he kissed along her jawline, trailing back down to her neck. He skillfully untied the string of her robe, revealing the all-black lingerie she wore beneath it.

He paused for a moment to take in the sight of her outfit for the evening. It made him lick his lips, his eyes filled with desire, fully aware of how stunning she looked—too stunning.

“Damn girl, you tryna kill me huh?”

She shook her head grinning at him, “not necessarily but, it is your birthday so consider this as your present.”

Milaya managed to get up off the counter and yanked Jimmy by the hem of his shorts pulling him towards the couch—making him sit down just watching her every move.

“Let me take care of you tonight honey.”

When she has him moaning and squirming underneath her tonch

“M-mama….f-fuck…baby…” Jimmy moaned.

She continued to stroke his remarkable size with her delicate hands, her thumb playfully sliding over the tip, causing him to roll his eyes in delight.

While showering his neck with gentle, moist kisses, her other hand softly wove through his curls.

“Mhm, keep callin’ for me.” Milaya cooed.

“Fuckk.” She gently ran her hand across his chest, moving down to his stomach before coming back to his chest, playfully pinching his nipples while softly nibbling on his ears and tenderly licking them.

He was filled with a deep desire to feel her skin against his, to draw her close and give in to the heat of passion. However, tonight felt different; he found himself longing for her to take charge, to embrace her strength and assert her dominance.

He could feel his legs tightening as her fingers held him firmly, gliding up and down, the soft light accentuating the glimmer of her touch.

Milaya watched him shiver and shake beneath her touch, a grin forming on her lips as she took pleasure in his submissive demeanor.

Her gentle strokes were both teasing and deliberate, perfectly designed to heighten his tension and desire.

She stayed close, her warm breath gently caressing his ear as she whispered sweet, possessive words. A touch of amusement tinged her voice. "Aren't you such a good boy, my love?" she cooed, giving him a slow, deliberate squeeze.

Her pace gradually increased, the gentle touch of her hand becoming more passionate and enchanting. Each gesture, every whispered word sent tingles coursing down his spine, obscuring his thoughts and making it harder to concentrate.

“Stroke it faster mama, please.” He moaned gazing into her eyes as she did the same with him.

As Milaya kept her steady pace, an enchanting energy surrounded her, and she moved her free hand from his mullet to encircle his neck, exerting a pressure that caught him off guard for a moment, triggering a thrill of excitement in his groin.

“Faster baby?” With a playful smile lighting up her face, she leaned her head to the side, excitedly anticipating his reply.

Jimmy was completely confused by her words, his thoughts racing. The way her fingers moved over him had already stripped away his composure, but now? Her seductive tone rendered him as silent as a fox in the dark.

She choked him harder, “you can speak birthday boy.” She murmured.

He managed to get out. “Yesss, mama. Fuckk.” 

“Such a good boy.” The praise was too much for him to handle as he rolled his eyes, his legs firmly pressed together while gripping the couch.

His moans grew louder with every second that passed, his body trembling beneath her touch. As she tightened her hold on his mullet, she playfully choked him, treating him like a willing partner, reflecting the way he often treated her, but with her own special twist.

As her hand glided over him in a rhythm that kept him teetering on the edge of bliss, never allowing him to completely give in, she loosened her grip on his throat and softly cradled his chin, guiding his eyes to meet hers.

Their lips connected in a fervent kiss, slow and deep, as she explored his mouth with her tongue, all the while tenderly caressing him.

The gentle warmth of her touch and the graceful manner in which she moved started to engulf him.

His body became rigid, and he felt his breath hitch in his throat as a familiar wave of dizziness enveloped him, a feeling she could also perceive. “You finna nut baby boy? I can feel it coming.” She softly whispered during the kiss while she quickly stroked him, gently brushing her thumb against his tip again.

“Ouuu, im finna cum princess. Daddy finna cum.” Jimmy groaned as he felt his body twitching, aching for that release.

“Cum for me daddy, gimmie that nut.” In a flash, the tension in his body broke apart like a fragile twig, and a deep groan escaped from his throat. He observed as his release flowed out in thick streams over her hand, cascading down as his sight briefly dimmed, overwhelmed by the intensity, making his legs give way beneath him.

His chest heaved up and down quickly while Milaya looked down at him with a playful smile, bestowing soft kisses to soothe his anxiety.

When he fucks her to the oblivion with handcuffs behind her back.

“D-daddy! Fuck!” 

Jimmy was hitting her hard while the fluffy handcuffs were secured behind her, delivering a smack to her left buttock that made her whimper.

He tugged at the handcuffs, thrusting deeply into her as she moaned his name passionately; it was a melody that delighted him.

“Take this fuckin’ dick ma, you ain’t the only one who can be dominant.” Jimmy rasped as he continued to beat her shit in.

She pressed her face into the pillow, overwhelmed by the muffled sounds of moans and whines surrounding her as he pounded away at her depths, gripping a handful of her hair to pull her closer to his warm body.

Milaya's eyes rolled back in ecstasy, her lips slightly parted as Jey held her throat firmly, bringing his lips to hers for a passionate and intense kiss.

The sound of skin meeting skin echoed in the room, a sticky noise accompanying Jey as he pushed his hips deeper into her, showering her neck with soft, wet kisses.

“Hmm, you look so fuckin’ pretty in this lingerie mama. Pussy feels so good too.” Milaya was unable to grasp what he had just said, as her thoughts became clouded by the intense sensations he was giving her.

Receiving a smack on the ass made Milaya flinch from the sharp sting, "oe la'u pepe?” He effortlessly spoke the Samoan language that she adored, the words flowing smoothly from his lips.

“ioe tama o a'u a oe” Milaya mewled weakly.

He felt a sense of satisfaction as he listened to her speak his language. The way he filled her completely made her lose herself in the moment, and as she started to move in rhythm with him, it took him by surprise while he continued to thrust into her, perfectly syncing with her movements.

“That’s right, throw this pussy back onto me baby.” He demanded while throwing his head back.

“Keep it goin’ just like that baby, make daddy nut all in this pussy.” The manner in which he spoke to her, using his deep and resonant voice, intensified her arousal even further than it had been before.

Milaya was uncertain about how much more she could endure at that moment, her toes curling as a knot formed in her stomach, fully aware that she was about to lose control with this man.

She yearned to escape the handcuffs but found herself unable to do so as she kept pushing her hips back against him.

Jimmy gazed down at the flawless sight of his wife's backside, admiring how beautifully her arch aligned, biting the bottom of his lip.

He could feel that he was shattering her into two parts at that moment, as she was unable to escape due to her hands being bound by handcuffs..

“Dadddy, pleaseeee.” Milaya begged him as he slapped her ass.

“Please what princess? You finna milk daddy’s dick huh?” 

“Yes daddy, I’m finna cum. Can I cum daddy please?” He adored how she pleaded for him, wanting to experience pleasure with him completely.

Her legs began to tremble and feel weak as her entire body lay on the bed, but did he show any concern? No, he was indifferent. She could feel him twitching inside her, aware that he was about to climax.

With each thrust, his movements grew increasingly erratic, driving her wild. That’s when he positioned one leg up and the other down, eliciting loud moans of his name from her.

A satisfied grin spread across his face as he heard her scream his name in desperation. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mingling with the drool escaping her mouth and soaking into the pillow beneath them.

She pleaded with him to ease up, but he remained unyielding, focused solely on reaching his release. He gripped her throat tightly, plunging into her depths while holding her hips firmly.

He put his lips on her ear before whispering, “you lucky it’s my birthday today so I’ma let it slide this time.”  Jimmy whispered while gripping her throat a little bit more tightly.

He brought her to a state where her thoughts faded away, overwhelmed by the rising waves of pleasure with every thrust he delivered.

“I-it’s coming! Fuckk it’s coming daddy!” Milaya exclaimed loudly.

“Wet this dick up mama, make a mess on my dick do it.” Without hesitation she let out a loud moan escaping her lips as she held onto Jimmy’s neck for dear life feeling herself squirting all over him just making a mess.

Her essence began to flow down her legs as Jimmy kept thrusting deeply into her now sensitive interior, causing her to whimper, yet her body felt utterly defeated.

He seized her chin, pressing his lips against hers while pursuing his climax, allowing his tongue to roam throughout her mouth, sweat dripping down his face as he felt himself twitching inside her.

“I’m finna nut in this pussy baby, fuck I’m finna nut.” After a few more deep thrusts, he reached his climax. Jimmy filled her with his warm essence, reminiscent of a Twinkie, while a satisfying groan escaped his lips before he withdrew from her.

When he gives her aftercare with cuddles and booty rubs

“You always know how to make a man happy love.” Jimmy said.

She smiled at him before speaking, “of course baby, you know I’ll do anything for you when you take care of me so much.” Milaya replied as she kissed him on the lips.

Milaya rested her head on his chest, settling in as he draped the blankets over them. He started to gently rub circles on her back, his fingers eventually moving towards her backside.

He gave her a gentle squeeze, followed by a tender kiss on her forehead, which made her laugh softly at his affection.

“So we are getting a pregnancy test tomorrow then?” He asked.

“Yeah I guess so.” She said.

Jimmy chuckled at her, “damn I’m finna be a daddy.”

“Yeah sure is, gonna be a good one too.”

fin 

a/n: heyyy I’m back with another one shot 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ also HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE TWINSSSS BIG 40 but I’ll be updating guarded and pressure soon so stay tune for that.

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PRETTY BOY

summary: What starts as a brief encounter at a fan event slowly turns into something neither of them expected. Jimmy, who’s used to the spotlight, finds himself drawn to Davina’s quiet confidence and layered softness. And Davina? She’s trying not to lose her damn mind every time he calls her “mama” in that deep voice.

But with cameras, schedules, and whispers from the IWC in the mix, can an introverted good girl really fall for wrestling’s finest Pretty Boy?

warnings contain: Mild age gap, Angst, explicit content

word count: 6.6k

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Jimmy Uso x Davina

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

how this title come bout? Got inspired by P1Harmony 🙂‍↕️

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ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

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Shy. Smart. Soft-spoken. Davina doesn’t usually do crowds. The 20-something introvert prefers the quiet corners of life—studying for her master’s in Psychology, journaling late at night, and perfecting her nail art hobby that she secretly takes clients for on weekends. But when her homegirls drag her to a WWE meet & greet, all bets are off.

She’s only there for one reason: Jimmy Uso.

Not the merch. Not the fanfare. Him.

Davina’s had a not-so-secret crush on the Pretty Boy twin for years—ever since she first saw him throw up the “We The Ones” hand gesture with that million-dollar smirk. But in person? He’s even more charming. More real. And, for reasons she can’t wrap her head around, he notices her.

Atlanta, Georgia - 12:30PM

Davina, Danielle, and their friend Shanti were at the mall picking up some last-minute items for their long-planned girls' trip. Danielle and Shanti intended to bring their boyfriends on this three-day Miami getaway. Davina was perfectly fine with the guys joining them, provided the girls had their own room; everything would work out smoothly.

Davina was the reserved and timid type; she never quite figured out how to engage with guys or even tried, as she wanted to avoid feeling uncomfortable in their presence. Therefore, she chose to step back from the dating scene for the time being, although it did stir feelings of jealousy towards her friends, a sentiment she kept to herself.

After picking up some last-minute items, they headed to the food court to grab a bite to eat. They chose Chick-fil-A and lined up, waiting for their turn. While they waited, Davina was busy on her phone, scrolling through her social media feed, when a photo caught her eye. It was a picture of her favorite wrestler, shirtless with his hair styled in a bun.

She found herself captivated by the tribal tattoos adorning his body. She fervently wished to meet him someday, hoping he would visit her city for a meet and greet. As they stood in line, it gradually became shorter and shorter.

After placing their food orders and waiting for their names to be announced, they leaned against the wall, bags in one hand, simply waiting. It was at that moment that Danielle gasped, drawing the attention of Shanti and Davina, who both raised their eyebrows in surprise.

“Girl what happened?” Shanti asked.

“Yeah, what’s got you all frantic?” Davina asked.

Danielle rolled her eyes at them before speaking, “I’m not frantic, I’m actually excited because I just saw that some wwe superstars are having a meet & greet down here in ATL.” She said.

Davina's eyes widened in astonishment as Danielle revealed the list of superstars heading to Atlanta. To her amazement, she spotted Jimmy Uso, the most handsome man on the roster, making his way to ATL alongside other popular superstars that her friends adored.

However, her primary attention was on Jimmy, the man she had longed to meet but had been unable to due to her hectic school schedule. With her life being so busy lately, this was her one chance to finally meet him.

“Dee, aren’t you best friends with one of the girls on the roster?” 

She nodded her head, “yeah, I can see if she could get us tickets.”

“Girl please do, I need to see my tall Dominican man.” They all chuckled at Danielle as Davina was texting her best friend.

DeeDee🫧: bestie?

Binky🌸: yess? Hey girl 

DeeDee🫧: I heard yall was coming down here to ATL

Binky🌸: yes girl we gotta show tonight if you’re down to come 

DeeDee🫧: yes but I was hoping for you to get me and the girls some tickets for the meet & greet that’s happening 👉🏽👈🏽

Binky🌸: ofcccc bestie yk I wouldn’t say no lemme see what I can do then I’ll let yk okay? Who you tryna see?

DeeDee🫧: girl yk who I’m tryna see 

Binky🌸: Mr Fatu ik bestie ik 😭😭

DeeDee🫧: leave me alone that man is so fine im jealous that you get to work with him 🙄

Binky🌸: PLS GIRL 😭😭don’t pass out when you see him

DeeDee🫧: girl whatever I’m not gonna pass out 

Binky🌸: 🙄 Dee ik you girl, you’ve been a fan of Jimmy for years and even have a not-so-crush on him for a hot min now and you’re very shy so that already says enough.

She despised that her closest friend could read her so easily, prompting a deep sigh as she acknowledged that Bianca was correct; she had been harboring a crush on this man for years, and now she had the chance to finally meet him in her own city.

DeeDee🫧: I hate you so bad yk that?

Binky🌸: I love you too but I’ll text you bout the tickets okay?

DeeDee🫧: kk

She returned her phone to her purse upon hearing her name called by a worker holding her food. She approached them to collect her meal. Afterward, Davina went to fetch some napkins and condiments for her food before making her way to join the other girls.

Davina set her bags down beside her and pulled her chair back to sit next to Shanti, who was engaged in conversation with Danielle about their plans for the mini girls trip they had organized.

As soon as they noticed Davina sitting down with her food on the table, they all turned to her, eagerly awaiting her response regarding the tickets.

She raised an eyebrow at them, “what?”

“Girl what? What did your best friend say?” Danielle said.

“Yeah girl, we need details.”

She laughed at them, rolling her eyes as she opened her Chick-fil-A sauce, spreading it over her chicken sandwich before she started to speak to them.

She used her napkin to wipe her mouth, “she said she’ll text me about the tickets.” She said.

“I’m seeing that they’ll be in State Farm Arena for those meet & greets.” Shanti replied.

“For real? I wonder if they got a show tonight.” Danielle said.

Davina nodded her head, “yeah Bianca said they have a show tonight and wanted us to come after the meet & greet.”

“We definitely should go. I wanna see my man.” 

Davina chuckled at her friend as she felt her phone buzzing as she took it out of her purse seeing another message from Bianca and she had seen an attachment as well.

Binky🌸: [sent three attachments]

Binky🌸: I got yall tickets for the meet & greet and for the show tonight 🫶🏽

Davina smiled at the message and texted Bianca back.

DeeDee🫧: omggg I love you soo much B

Binky🌸: ofccc girl yk I gotchu fr fr see you tonight?

DeeDee🫧: yes ofc 

Binky🌸: okay girrrl have fun at the meet & greet don’t pass out when you see that man 😭😭

DeeDee🫧: girl whatever 🙄🙄

The girls had seen Davina smiling with joy as Shanti shoved her playfully as she smiled at her.

“Girl what happened?” Shanti asked.

Davina presented the three attachments containing the tickets for the meet & greet and the show scheduled for Monday Night Raw at State Farm Arena. Their excited squeals reverberated through the mall's hallway, drawing the attention of those nearby.

They could hardly fathom that they would witness the live show in person for the very first time and have the chance to meet their beloved wrestlers. Although Davina was thrilled about the opportunity, she also felt a wave of nervousness and shyness at the thought of being around her favorite wrestler.

“Girrrrl I can't wait to see my man girrrrl.” 

“How many times are you gonna say that?”

“As many times as I want because I’m way too excited to see him.”

Davina remained mostly silent about her feelings regarding seeing him tonight, including their meeting. She simply listened as her girlfriends excitedly discussed their outfits for the meet & greet and the show, especially since Bianca had secured them front row seats for the event.

Her mind raced with all the possible scenarios that could unfold when she finally came face to face with Jimmy, sitting in those front row seats to witness him perform live. The anticipation was exhilarating, especially with the girls' trip just around the corner.

As she heard her name being called repeatedly, she snapped back to reality, turning to them with a bright smile on her face.

“Girl you haven’t said anything yet, you good?” Danielle said.

“Yeah girl, I’m good just nervous that’s all.” Davina replied.

Danielle chuckled while teasing her, “Dee don’t be, you gonna get to see that fine Samoan man you’ve been having a crush on for years.” She pushed Danielle playfully while giving her the middle finger.

“Bitch I don’t have a crush on that man.”

“Whatever girl, c’mon let’s go.”

—

State Farm Arena - Atlanta, Georgia  6:30PM

Davina and her friends were already inside the venue, capturing photos and videos of themselves and sharing them on their Instagram stories. Bianca had informed Davina that Jimmy would arrive around six-forty, which made her extremely anxious.

She was already spiraling into overthinking, hoping to avoid any awkward encounters with him. Other fans present had mentioned that he was incredibly charming, sweet, and quite tall.

Davina and her friends split up to join different lines to see their favorite wrestler, which heightened her anxiety as she stood alone in line, feeling small at 5'2" while waiting for Jimmy to appear.

To distract herself and ease her nerves, she began scrolling through her social media, noticing the girls were active in their group chat.

My Girls 🩷

Dani🦢: Dee bitch I can see your ass shaking 

DeeDee🫧: girl leave me tf alone I’m nervous asf in this damn line 

Shanti💛: girrrrl you actin like that man finna bite ya ass or sum relax 

Dani🦢: I’m tryna tell you Shanti she has a crush on that man

DeeDee🫧: bitch fuck you respectfully like I said I don’t have a damn crush on him 🙄🙄

Dani🦢: she’s in denial rn 😭😭

DeeDee🫧: 🖕🏽🖕🏽

As Davina listened to the cheers, she glanced up and saw him emerging from behind the curtains. He looked absolutely stunning in all red, proudly displaying his tribal tattoos, and the sheen of oil on his arms made those tattoos glisten even more in the building's dim light.

Her heart felt like it plummeted when the line began to move, causing her palms to sweat profusely. Why was she so anxious about meeting this man, really?

‘fuckfuckfuck’ All she could focus on were his beautiful features as the pace of the line increased more than usual. She noticed his fans gifting him small tokens, like handmade bracelets or custom chains designed specifically for him.

She began to feel guilty for not giving him anything after watching this man on her television screen every Monday night alongside his twin brother Jey, who was also there but occupied with his own activities.

Her heart raced as she reminded herself to stay composed, fearing she might embarrass herself in front of him. And what his fans claimed was indeed accurate; he was tall in real life, even taller than his twin brother.

Davina noticed his bright, white smile as he interacted with fans while posing for pictures, and she realized she was next in line after a girl who stood in front of her.

When his cologne wafted towards her, it caught her off guard, causing her to freeze momentarily as she took in his features, marveling at how handsome he was up close.

‘Damn he mad pretty for real’ All she could think about was him as she gazed deeply into his eyes, especially when the other girl presented the bracelet she had crafted for him. Davina and Jimmy locked eyes instantly, as if he was attempting to explore her features more closely.

“Next!”

Davina walked up towards him as she smiled shyly at him causing him to chuckle at her shyness.

“What’s up mama.” Jimmy said softly. 

‘Mama’ did he just call her mama? Just right off the bat? Like he wanted to call her that as soon as they both made eye contact with each other.

Davina began blushing as she spoke, “Hi, I’m such a big fan of yours. I love the work that you and your twin have been doing for the tag division.” Davina said.

Jimmy smiled down at her, and the sight made her feel diminutive, especially considering his impressive height. It sent her stomach into a whirlwind of backflips and somersaults as she gazed into his handsome face and warm brown eyes.

“I appreciate it mama, you gon’ be at the show tonight?” He asked.

She nodded her head, “yeah, my best friend Bianca got us tickets just to see yall in action.” She said.

He was shocked to learn that her best friend was Bianca Belair.

“Bianca is your best friend? That’s what up though.” 

“Yeah, she got us front row seats too.”

“Hm, so I get to see you up front?”

“Mhm.”

She was puzzled by his words, yet she chose to dismiss it without giving it much thought.

In that moment, she felt his hand on her waist, causing her panties to become damp within seconds; no man had ever evoked such a response in her before. There was something about Jimmy that had this unique effect on her.

They both gazed into the camera, smiling as the photographer captured the moment with a flash. The photographer gave them a thumbs up.

As Jimmy withdrew his hand from her waist, they exchanged smiles, their faces lighting up with joy.

“Thank you, is it okay if I give you a hug?” She asked.

He nodded his head, “of course mama, c’mere.” That deep and tender voice of his did numbers on her as they both gave each other a hug.

The moment they pulled away from each other, she instantly caught a whiff of his cologne, just like before. The security guard assisted her as she waved goodbye to Jimmy, who reciprocated the gesture.

Davina placed her hand on her chest, inhaling and exhaling, still in disbelief that she had finally met him after years of watching him on her screen. At that moment, she noticed her girlfriends approaching her, all wearing bright smiles.

“Girrrrl, you smell just like his ass.” Danielle teased.

Davina smelled her shirt as she could smell his cologne that rubbed off of her when they hugged each other before she left which made her melt instantly causing the girls to tease her.

“Oh this bitch is in love.” Shanti teased.

She threw them the middle finger, “fuck yall okay, I was nervous as fuck to see him.” 

“Well at least you get to see him again in action with his fine ass twin brother.” Davina rolled her eyes at him as they walked towards and continued to talk to each other about how they met other wrestlers.

—

The entire arena was filled to the brim with fans from across the globe, eagerly watching wrestlers compete and deliver promos in front of an enthusiastic crowd. However, Davina's thoughts drifted elsewhere as she observed her best friend Bianca battling Liv in a tag team match alongside Jade.

Her mind was consumed with thoughts of Jimmy, recalling the way he spoke and moved, and how he had touched her gently, with the utmost respect. Just the thought of it left her feeling completely overwhelmed.

Why was she entertaining such risqué thoughts about a man she had only just met? He had been so sweet and kind to her, and their eye contact felt charged, as if he was trying to understand her, yet somehow already knew her essence.

Being a shy girl, she realized he had picked up on that almost immediately.

She returned to reality when she heard Bayley’s entrance music blaring as she sprinted towards the ring to assist Bianca, who was being attacked by Liv and Raquel while Jade lay on the floor in agony.

The referee was oblivious to the chaos as Bayley executed one of her signature moves on Liv, sending her crashing onto the mat. Bayley then helped Bianca to her feet, allowing her to finish the fight. After rolling out of the ring, Bayley watched as Bianca delivered her finishing move, ‘the kiss of death,’ resulting in a thunderous slam against the mat.

Bianca pinned Liv just as the referee noticed, sliding in to make the count. The crowd erupted in unison, counting along with the referee: one, two, three! Cheers filled the arena as Bianca’s music started to play.

Davina enthusiastically supported her best friend, noticing Bayley stepping back as the camera focused on her, capturing her emotional reactions.

Davina pulled out her phone and snapped a photo of her best friend, who was atop the ropes, swinging her hair with the women’s tag belt in hand. It brought a smile to Davina's face to see her best friend so joyful and in love with her career.

Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted as everyone turned their gaze to the large screen, witnessing the events unfolding backstage. Davina spotted Bianca making her way through the crowd, calling out her name to grab her attention.

They exchanged smiles as Bianca approached, glistening with sweat, but that didn’t bother Davina at all; they embraced each other warmly.

“Imma text you later okay?” Bianca said.

“A’ight girl.” Davina said as her eyes were now glued into the screen seeing him again.

It felt as though he was accompanied by his brother, his cousin, and their younger sibling, along with the sage Paul Hayman. She was so captivated by Jimmy's appearance that the conversation around her faded into the background; her sole focus was on how attractive he appeared.

The way he licked his lips whenever he spoke  The tone of his voice was deep and stern like he meant business And his facial expressions  Oh boy did his facial expressions made her melt 

Danielle and Shanti noticed this as they both looked at each other smirking knowing that they were going to tease her after this.

“After the show imma dare her to tag Jimmy in her Instagram story with the picture she took with him today at the meet & greet.” Danielle said.

“You’re so evil Dani.” Shanti replied with a playful push.

“I’m just trying to see something girl.”

Once the backstage segment concluded, the atmosphere shifted dramatically as the crowd erupted in cheers. Davina and her friends began capturing the moment, taking videos and photos on their phones to flaunt their beauty.

As the crowd settled down, the unmistakable sound of the Usos' entrance music reverberated through the arena, igniting the audience's excitement once more. Fans enthusiastically chanted along to the lyrics of their iconic theme song.

Davina was fully immersed in the moment, knowing every word by heart and vibing to the boys' entrance music. She watched with admiration as they made their way to the ring, proudly holding their tag team belts while the ring announcer introduced them.

At that moment, their eyes locked once more, causing her heart to race as she caught sight of his dazzling smile, complete with a playful wink before he returned his attention to his task.

She glanced at the girls as if she had encountered a specter, starting to fan herself in disbelief.

“That man got our girl in a chokehold.” 

“Just look at her face, it's all red Dani.”

“I fucking hate yall with all my life.”

The girls laughed at her while they watched the boys arrive, the crowd assuming they were set for a tag team match against the Street Profits. Davina, having known Montez since attending their wedding, was certain this would be an exciting match between the boys.

As the match progressed, Jey showcased a variety of moves while his twin brother was temporarily down, distracted by B-Fab, a member of their group. Davina noticed Jimmy’s hair was tousled as he ran his fingers through it, making eye contact with her once more.

She found herself completely frozen, captivated by his sweaty physique and the tattoos that shimmered under the arena lights, as the crowd cheered for the boys.

She couldn't help but wonder why he kept gazing at her as if he were trying to capture her attention, especially when she was focused on the match unfolding before her, almost as if it were intentional.

At that moment, Jey tagged in his twin brother, and Jimmy went wild, executing move after move that caught her completely off guard. He delivered a Samoan drop to Angelo, and she could hear the crowd erupting in cheers just as she cheered for him too.

Angelo rolled out of the ring, but that didn't stop Jimmy. He sprinted towards the ropes, leaped over them, and crashed into Angelo with a dive, both of them hitting the ground hard.

Jimmy sprang back up, licking his lips with a smirk as the match carried on.

—

After the show, everyone started to leave, including them, as they had driven themselves to the event. It was an excellent night for Monday Night Raw—they even encountered a few wrestlers they admired before making their way to their cars parked in front of the arena.

Her thoughts were consumed by Jimmy, who kept glancing at her repeatedly, catching her off guard. She didn’t dwell on it much, simply assuming that was just his on-screen persona.

They snapped a few more pictures here and there until Danielle approached Davina, wearing a mischievous smile that left Davina looking at her in confusion.

“Girl what?” Davina questioned her.

“You know what Dee, I have a dare for you.” Danielle said as Davina shook her head already knowing what her friend had in store.

“Dani, whatever this dare is, I’m not doing it.” As she said that she was grabbing her car keys from her purse not wanting to hear more about this ridiculous dare Danielle had planned.

Danielle smacked her teeth, “girl it’s a simple dare and you have to do it I command it.”

Davina looked at her like she was crazy, “you command it? Bitch please.” 

She had her arms folded over her chest as Danielle was pleading with her with her eyes begging for her to do the dare. She hated when Danielle would plead with her eyes  just to get her to do something causing her sigh deeply rubbing her temples.

“Okay, what’s the dare?” She asked.

“The dare is that you tag Jimmy on your Instagram story with the picture that you took with him at the meet & greet.” Her eyes went wide as she heard her friend’s dare.

She quickly shook her head at the thought, not wanting to come across as one of those overly enthusiastic fangirls seeking attention from boys—that was completely out of character for her. Davina climbed into her Jetta, shutting the door firmly behind her.

She inserted her keys into the ignition, and as the engine roared to life, she found it hard to comprehend why Danielle would ask her to do something like that, especially when she had no idea what the purpose was.

Davina lowered her window, tuning in to Danielle’s explanation regarding the dare.

“Girl, c’mon that man has been looking at you all night. Like you were some type of prize, why not give him attention too?”

“That man has all the attention that he needs Dani, plus I’m not doing allat just because he looked at me all night.”

Danielle threw her hands up, “A’ight girl I’m just saying Dee, he seemed fond of you tonight just thinking about it. I’ll see you in the morning to catch this flight to Miami?”

“Yeah girl.”

They embraced each other through her window as Davina rolled it up, reaching for her phone to play some music while she drove back home to her apartment complex.

She set her phone in the cup holder as she reversed out of the parking lot, observing everyone else leaving. After ensuring her surroundings were clear, she shifted the car into drive and started heading out the gate towards her apartment complex.

Listening to some R&B tunes, she sang along, enjoying the vibe while reflecting on what Danielle had mentioned about Jimmy watching her all night during his match.

She found it strange how he could concentrate on both her and his match simultaneously; it felt overwhelming for her to have him gaze at her like that, deliberately licking his lips.

Was he trying to get her attention?

Her thoughts were consumed by the reality that he referred to her as mama, a title he reserved solely for her and no other female admirer. How could such an intimate nickname roll off his charming lips so effortlessly?

The casualness with which he spoke left her in a state of shock, yet she couldn't shake off the challenge that Danielle had urged her to accept, despite Davina's immediate refusal to entertain the notion. It made her ponder the possibility of tagging him in her story. Would he actually see it?

She shook off the idea and continued to drive home.

As she finally arrived home, she parked in the lot, turned off her car, and removed the keys. Grabbing her purse and phone, she pressed the lock button before making her way up the steps to her apartment building.

Upon unlocking the door, the fresh scent of Febreze greeted her immediately. After closing the door, she slipped off her shoes and placed them on the shoe rack beside her. Tossing her purse onto the couch, she headed to the kitchen to grab a drink before going upstairs for a shower.

Just as she was about to ascend the stairs, she heard her phone beep. Retrieving it from the kitchen counter, she noticed a text from Bianca, which brought a smile to her face.

Binky🌸: hey bestie Pooh! 

DeeDee🫧: heyyy

Binky🌸: did you enjoy the show tonight?

DeeDee🫧: yeah I did honestly, you kicked some ass out there girl 😭 I could never 😭

Binky🌸: you funny Dee but a little birdy told me that a certain someone was looking at you a lot tonight 😁

Davina sighed, rolling her eyes assuming that Danielle had said something out loud and Bianca overheard it.

DeeDee🫧: did you hear my friend talking bout it? I’m sorry she’s so loud

Binky🌸: nahh I heard it from Montez he told me Jimmy was looking at you all night girl 

DeeDee🫧: omfgggg I figured he would say something 🙄🙄

Binky🌸: whatchu do girl?

DeeDee🫧: I didn’t do anything for that man to be looking at me like that all night Binky I swear 😭😭

Binky🌸: mhm lemme find out you messing around with a older man

Older man? How old was Jimmy?

DeeDee🫧: he’s old?

Binky🌸: well no he’s like 35 years old technically older than you so

DeeDee🫧: I mean he’s still young in my eyes with how he was lookin girl damn that man is so fine Bianca 😩😩

Binky🌸: lol 😭😭 bye girl 

DeeDee🫧: did yk my friend told me this ridiculous ass dare to tag that man on my instagram story with the picture we took together at the meet & greet?

Binky🌸: I feel like you should do it bestie, like Montez kept telling me that Jimmy couldn’t stop looking at you maybe you should let him tag alone on that girls trip tmr 🤷🏽‍♀️

She had to reread that message over again before texting Bianca back.

“Now why in the hell would I do that? And that man barely knows me?” Davina said to herself.

DeeDee🫧: girl are you fucking crazy? That man don’t know me? And maybe he has a gf like um??

Binky🌸: he does and they been on and off for hot minute maybe you could change that with your calm and quiet nature?

DeeDee🫧: now you tryna make me a homewrecker bestie and I don’t like that 

Binky🌸: no I’m not I’m just saying take him with you away from Trinity he needs it  honestly nigga been looking hella stress fr fr 

What did that have to do with her??

DeeDee🫧: look im finna gts ill text you in the morning bestie

Binky🌸: okay bestie get some rest and have a safe flight okay!

DeeDee🫧: kk gn bestie 

Davina made her way down the hallway to her bedroom, opening the door and shutting it behind her. Inside, she noticed her suitcase filled with clothes for the trip tomorrow. The comments from Danielle and Bianca about Jimmy sparked her curiosity, making her wonder if he would notice her simply from that tag on her story.

It was tormenting her to keep it a secret, so she chose to take the foolish dare. She went onto her Instagram story and shared the photo she had taken with Jimmy earlier that day, tagging his account and expressing her gratitude for meeting him.

With a mix of excitement and anxiety, she hit the post button and tossed her phone onto the bed, not wanting to check if he had liked her story. Instead, she focused on packing the remaining items she needed for the trip.

—

Meanwhile, Jimmy found himself alone in his hotel room after a heated argument with Trinity, who chose to stay in a different hotel room with one of her friends. He sat there shirtless, his hair damp, and his skin shimmering in the soft light of the room.

As he scrolled through his social media feed, he noticed all his fans tagging him in their stories, which he appreciated. However, a particular notification caught his eye, and he quickly clicked on it, only to discover it was the girl he had seen earlier.

Curious, Jimmy visited her profile for a closer look, and wow, she looked stunning in her photos. Yet, in person, she was even more beautiful, appearing shy and nervous when he first encountered her.

He couldn't help but chuckle when he saw her name displayed in her bio.

“Davina huh?” Jimmy said to himself as he continued to scroll through her page and her highlights.

He noticed that she enjoyed going to the gym and was also pursuing her master's degree in psychology, while doing nails on the side. Clearly, she has a good head on her shoulders. Without a moment's hesitation, he followed her and returned to her story to like it.

“Damn, she’s pretty as fuck.” He said which made him clench his jaw.

Jimmy acknowledged that she was younger than him, but he didn't let that bother him. He was eager to discover more about her, so he promptly sent her a message. Her calm and quiet demeanor, staying away from the drama, was something he appreciated.

jonathanfatu: hey mama thanks for the tag 🫶🏼

He wanted to keep things simple, not wanting to frighten her with anything too bold that might make her uncomfortable or lead her to think he was saying something outrageous. While he waited for her reply, he glanced at his messages and noticed his twin brother had texted him about their plans for tonight.

Twin🩸: twin why is Montez tellin me that you was looking at some shawty in the crowd tonight? And she’s Bianca’s best friend?

BigBrother🩸:  maybe I was and shawty told me that at the meet & greet she seemed so shy and nervous 

Twin🩸: did you get a name?

BigBrother🩸: Davina found it in her bio on Instagram since she tagged me on her story 

Twin🩸: is she bad or what?

Jimmy hated when he was being honest about something especially with the current situation he is in at the moment.

BigBrother🩸: she’s hella bad twin 

Twin🩸: hmmm she must be young then 

BigBrother🩸: seems to be that way from what I’m looking at I just sent her a text message on instagram just to see what she was on

Twin🩸: damn forget about Trin huh?

BigBrother🩸: I can’t with her twin it’s like she always find something she wanna fight about it and it just be over the most dumbest shit ever 🙄🙄

He and Trinity had been in a tumultuous relationship for quite some time, and it had turned toxic. He was exhausted from the repetitive cycle they were caught in. Dealing with her constant attempts to provoke arguments without cause was mentally exhausting for him.

This is why he realized he needed to distance himself from her and seek out something that could offer him tranquility. Davina seemed to be the perfect match for him, even though they hardly knew one another.

Twin🩸: so what? You gon talk to shawty to forget about Trin?

BigBrother🩸: you making it seem like I’m using the poor thing when I don’t know her twin I just need something new

Twin🩸: you said that before and look at the current situation you’re in at moment 

BigBrother🩸:  this time it’s gonna be different 

Twin🩸: mhmm idkkk shawty seems to be the type that stays out of drama nd the spotlight fr 

BigBrother🩸: that’s what I like someone that can be my peace

Twin🩸: be careful with them young girls twin I heard they were high maintenance 

BigBrother🩸: I don’t think she’s like that I mean she got her own money and good future over her shoulders

Twin🩸: she going to college or something?

BigBrother🩸: mhmm and she do nails on the side she’s good 

Twin🩸: might have to book her 

BigBrother🩸: whatever dawg

At that moment, he noticed a notification appear on his screen; it was a text message from Davina. As he read her message on Instagram, he couldn't help but chuckle at how shy she was.

deedeeluv: omg hiii and your welcome just had to tell you it was a honor to meet you 🫶🏼

He smiled at the message and immediately texted her back within seconds.

jonathanfatu: I appreciate it tho mama ❤️

deedeeluv: ☺️

jonathanfatu: you don’t gotta be shy mama talk to me what’s up

deedeeluv: is that whatchu gon call me now?

jonathanfatu: mhm better than saying yo name 

deedeeluv: alright imma just call you pretty boy 

‘Pretty boy?’  He has never been called that before.

jonathanfatu: pretty boy huh? I’ll take it wyd?

deedeeluv: I just got done packing my suitcase for this girls trip tmr

jonathanfatu: where yall heading to?

deedeeluv: Miami, Florida 

jonathanfatu: Miami? Hmm okay okay yall gon have fun or what?

deedeeluv: yeah they will with their boyfriends I’ll just probably enjoy it by myself tbh

Why would a beautiful girl like Davina choose to go on a trip by herself? She should be enjoying quality time with her friends instead.

Maybe she needed some company  Maybe he could be her company while on her girls trip It can ease his mind off of Trinity for a while.

jonathanfatu: need some company mama?

deedeeluv: are you askin me if you want to tag along on this trip?

jonathanfatu: you ain’t said no 🙂‍↕️ 

deedeeluv: it’s only a three day trip 

jonathanfatu: that’s fine mama I can get to know you a lil more for them days 

deedeeluv: aight pretty boy you can tag along you lucky I let folks in my space 

jonathanfatu: trust me you gon enjoy my company mama ☺️

deedeeluv: we’ll see 

All he needed was three days to escape from Trinity. He was frustrated by their constant back-and-forth, always feeling like it was her fault. Whenever he made a mistake in her eyes, she would shift the blame back to him, even when she was the real issue.

His love for Trinity was beginning to wane, overshadowed by their endless arguments and conflicts. It was exhausting for him, so much so that he felt compelled to completely ignore her until she finally offered an apology, which never seemed to happen as she consistently pointed the finger at him.

Perhaps spending time with Davina on this trip would help clear his mind. Despite her youth, he found that he didn’t mind at all.

jonathanfatu: what time yall leaving?

deedeeluv: around ten in the morning 

jonathanfatu: what time does yall flight land?

deedeeluv: we probably gonna land around 12 to one 

jonathanfatu: aight then I’ll just meet yall at the airport when yall land 

deedeeluv: kk I’ll see you when i see u gn🩷

jonathanfatu: gn mama 🫶🏼

With that, Jimmy started to book his flight to Miami, noticing that there were tickets available for twelve thirty. He should arrive around one, give or take, to meet Davina and her friends at the airport.

He set his phone down on the bed beside him as he lay there with his hands behind his head, letting out a deep sigh. He hoped that this three-day trip would help clear his mind of everything weighing on him.

Frustrated with trying to resolve things with her when she refuses to cooperate, perhaps Davina could help him find a fresh perspective.

Something different. More real. Something he hadn’t experienced before. And maybe Davina is the right person to show him that.

Just as he was about to close his eyes and drift off to sleep, he heard his phone buzzing. He quickly grabbed it and noticed text messages from Trinity.

Trin🍑: I miss you can we talk?

He understood the direction this was heading and chose not to get involved with whatever she was dealing with at that moment. Instead, he opted to leave her on read, turned off the light in his hotel room, and pulled the covers over himself.

This was going to be a long trip.

PRETTY BOY

a/n: heyyyy I’m back with another project 😁😁 I decided to rebrand my masterlist and will be focusing on making Jimmy Uso fics and taking a break from making Jey fics for a while since I wanna focus on Jimmy fr fr.

But this mini series is gonna be a long one soooo get ready for the drama.

NO YEET ❤️

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FLAMES - Part 2

featuring: jimmy uso x fem reader warnings: unattached sex, betrayal sex, minors just turn off the damn phone please <3... titi's note: thank you all for enjoying part 1. here's part 2 for everyone that wanted it!!! Part 1 HERE

the rain was still dripping from my hair when the door swung open, and there he was. jimmy. same eyes, same jaw, same blood, but not the man who broke me. not the man who made me walk out into the storm with nothing but fury in my chest. i didn’t hesitate, didn’t let the silence stretch. my words rolled out sharp, steady, laced with venom and something darker.

why would i whine when i can whine on down? why would i look if i didn’t wanna find out? emotionally, i’m signed out. bridges getting burned, but you live and you learn. this time it’s my turn. fuck that nigga, let it burn.

i grabbed jimmy by his black tank top, fists tight in the fabric, and yanked him down into a bruising kiss. it wasn’t soft, it wasn’t sweet—it was desperate, punishing, fueled by every scar i had collected from loving his brother. he stumbled back a step, his lips breaking away, his face written in shock.

“goddamn, y/n, what the hell is goin’ on?” his breathing was ragged, chest rising and falling fast, his voice thick with confusion.

“you was right,” i rasped, my voice raw, heavy with a truth i never wanted to admit. i stepped closer, closing the space between us, eyes locked on his.

he searched my face, those familiar eyes pulling me in, the kind that mirrored jey’s but carried a different kind of weight. “i done reached my boiling point,” i whispered, anger trembling beneath every syllable. “so don’t ask me what’s the point.”

before he could answer, i yanked him back down into another harsh kiss, fiercer than the first. his resistance melted as his hands slid over my soaked skin, tracing my back before gripping my ass with a hunger that matched mine. i swallowed his breath, bit his lip, poured every ounce of rage into the way i clung to him.

his grip on me tightened, and the rain dripping from my body smeared against his skin as if i’d carried the storm into his house. i didn’t care. i wanted chaos. i wanted ruin. i wanted to drown in something that wasn’t my own pain.

we stumbled backward, our mouths colliding again, teeth clashing, tongues fighting. his back hit the wall, and i pressed into him, clawing at his tank top until it bunched in my fists. with one hard tug, i yanked it up and over his head, tossing it somewhere into the dark. his chest heaved against mine, warmth radiating off him, nothing like the cold outside.

he caught my thighs suddenly, lifting me, and i wrapped myself around him, my nails digging into his shoulders as his lips trailed heat down my jaw. we stumbled into the living room, the only light spilling from the chandelier above, golden and sharp, casting us in fragments of fire and shadow.

the couch was too far. the walls weren’t enough. we hit the floor. hard. but neither of us cared. his hands tore at my wet clothes, peeling the fabric from my body as i yanked at his waistband with shaking fingers.

it’s cold outside, but inside i’m on fire. fire girl for hire. my body screaming, my anger bleeding, my grief twisting into something unholy.

revenge has been my get back lately. does that mean i’m crazy? am i wrong for choosing violence? am i wrong for breaking my phone, leaving alone, fucking his twin brother beneath a chandelier built for beauty, not for sin?

but maybe the answer doesn’t matter. maybe tonight isn’t about right or wrong at all. maybe it’s just about the burn.

he freed himself, his cock thick and heavy. way thicker than jeys, and thats want i need, something thats gonna stretch and burn in the right way. i didn’t want the fragile illusion of sweet love-making, no. i wanted something that could wound and heal in the same breath. i wanted him raw, unfiltered.

his eyes locked on mine, dark and burning, as i closed my heart and opened my legs. “jonathan,” i whispered, the name trembling out of me like both confession and curse as he slid through my tight folds.

let me tell you why roses wait to bloom, there is no rush, no distractions. she unfolds at her own time. i am like the flower.

he shuddered above me, struggling, a sound escaping his throat that was both plea and surrender. “fuuck, y/n… we c-can’t,” he whimpered, even as he moved deeper, hitting my cervix, his body betraying his words.

my back arched, head thrown against the floor, nails dragging across his shoulders. “i don’t care if your head says no,” i moaned, pulling him closer, “the body cannot forget.”

“le désir,” i whispered, french slipping out of me like silk as i bit my lip. my nails carved into his back, marking him. i wanted his soul in pieces, wanted to consume him until neither of us could tell if this was love or ruin.

my mind spun with memory: how many times i’d called jimmy after another fight with jey. how he’d answer every time, voice steady, telling me, you can do better… you know he ain’t good for you, mama. he’d always been right. and now here i was, proving it with the most dangerous truth of all, choosing him.

“goddamn,” he groaned, his voice cracking while he fucked me raw. his hands clung to me like he was drowning.

i tangled my fingers in his braids, tracing the patterns with reverence, feeling the tension in his body, hearing his breath hitch as if every second was pulling him further past the point of no return.

“yes,” i urged, my voice breaking into praise, “yes, jonathan.”

he faltered, body trembling as he thrusted deeper, quicker, “f-fuuck, i c-can’t—”

i held his face, dragging his gaze back to mine. tell me you love me,” i whispered, daring him, demanding him.

his chest shook, his lips parted, but no sound came. and in that silence, i felt the sharpest truth. “i don’t love you either,” i breathed, understanding this is just a new dick.

i let the words hang there, heavy and freeing, before adding softer, crueler: “tell me anyway. you don’t have to mean it. i won’t.”

he groaned, torn open, the sound trembling through me as his hands clutched me to fuck me harder, as if love could be borrowed even in a lie.

“je t’aime pas non plus, en fait,” i whispered into his ear, my accent rough but deliberate. i don’t love you either, in fact.

because this wasn’t about forever. it wasn’t about promises. this little cat needed to be fed. unattached. without obligation. i wanted happiness, even if it wasn’t meant to last.

hours blurred into each other, sweat-drenched and aching, until our bodies could give no more. the chandelier above us burned soft gold into the living room, and for the first time in a long while, i felt a quiet peace. jimmy’s arm was draped heavy over my waist, his breath steady against my neck. a blanket tangled around us on the floor, as if the world had shrunk down to nothing but this stolen space.

the silence broke when jimmy’s phone lit up on the coffee table, buzzing sharp in the dark. the name jey flashed across the screen.

jimmy froze. i could feel his heart racing against my back, torn between blood and betrayal. his hand hovered, but before he could answer, i grabbed the phone.

“where the fuck you at!?” jey’s voice exploded through the speaker, rage spilling like gasoline.

i closed my eyes, let the poison rise in me, and answered, my voice steady, dangerous.

“the problem is that it didn’t end when it was over, dear. our diamonds fled, forever gone. i watched you drift when i stopped clapping.”

there was silence on the other end, sharp and stunned.

“did you really love me, or did you love how i made you feel? like a king, like a man. like you even fucking mattered.” my words cracked, venom laced with grief. “but when did you show up for me? i’ll wait.”

“don’t fuckin' play with me, y/n,” he growled, his voice breaking into desperation.

“i was too loyal to leave, too proud to admit your misery loved my company,” i shot back. “your silence was louder, so my soul turned numb. i lost my ability to care.”

“stop—” he begged, but i didn’t.

“destruction was our closure. it should’ve ended. it’s been fucking over.”

the line went dead, the silence swallowing us whole.

i let the phone slip from my fingers onto the rug, chest heaving, eyes burning but dry. jimmy pulled me closer under the blanket, his warmth steady, his presence wordless. the chandelier swayed gently above us, casting fractured light over a love that had already burned to ash.

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PRETTY BOY

summary: What starts as a brief encounter at a fan event slowly turns into something neither of them expected. Jimmy, who’s used to the spotlight, finds himself drawn to Davina’s quiet confidence and layered softness. And Davina? She’s trying not to lose her damn mind every time he calls her “mama” in that deep voice.

But with cameras, schedules, and whispers from the IWC in the mix, can an introverted good girl really fall for wrestling’s finest Pretty Boy?

warnings contain: Mild age gap, Angst, explicit content

word count: 6.6k

SO MDNI ‼️‼️

Jimmy Uso x Davina

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

how this title come bout? Got inspired by P1Harmony 🙂‍↕️

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Shy. Smart. Soft-spoken. Davina doesn’t usually do crowds. The 20-something introvert prefers the quiet corners of life—studying for her master’s in Psychology, journaling late at night, and perfecting her nail art hobby that she secretly takes clients for on weekends. But when her homegirls drag her to a WWE meet & greet, all bets are off.

She’s only there for one reason: Jimmy Uso.

Not the merch. Not the fanfare. Him.

Davina’s had a not-so-secret crush on the Pretty Boy twin for years—ever since she first saw him throw up the “We The Ones” hand gesture with that million-dollar smirk. But in person? He’s even more charming. More real. And, for reasons she can’t wrap her head around, he notices her.

Atlanta, Georgia - 12:30PM

Davina, Danielle, and their friend Shanti were at the mall picking up some last-minute items for their long-planned girls' trip. Danielle and Shanti intended to bring their boyfriends on this three-day Miami getaway. Davina was perfectly fine with the guys joining them, provided the girls had their own room; everything would work out smoothly.

Davina was the reserved and timid type; she never quite figured out how to engage with guys or even tried, as she wanted to avoid feeling uncomfortable in their presence. Therefore, she chose to step back from the dating scene for the time being, although it did stir feelings of jealousy towards her friends, a sentiment she kept to herself.

After picking up some last-minute items, they headed to the food court to grab a bite to eat. They chose Chick-fil-A and lined up, waiting for their turn. While they waited, Davina was busy on her phone, scrolling through her social media feed, when a photo caught her eye. It was a picture of her favorite wrestler, shirtless with his hair styled in a bun.

She found herself captivated by the tribal tattoos adorning his body. She fervently wished to meet him someday, hoping he would visit her city for a meet and greet. As they stood in line, it gradually became shorter and shorter.

After placing their food orders and waiting for their names to be announced, they leaned against the wall, bags in one hand, simply waiting. It was at that moment that Danielle gasped, drawing the attention of Shanti and Davina, who both raised their eyebrows in surprise.

“Girl what happened?” Shanti asked.

“Yeah, what’s got you all frantic?” Davina asked.

Danielle rolled her eyes at them before speaking, “I’m not frantic, I’m actually excited because I just saw that some wwe superstars are having a meet & greet down here in ATL.” She said.

Davina's eyes widened in astonishment as Danielle revealed the list of superstars heading to Atlanta. To her amazement, she spotted Jimmy Uso, the most handsome man on the roster, making his way to ATL alongside other popular superstars that her friends adored.

However, her primary attention was on Jimmy, the man she had longed to meet but had been unable to due to her hectic school schedule. With her life being so busy lately, this was her one chance to finally meet him.

“Dee, aren’t you best friends with one of the girls on the roster?” 

She nodded her head, “yeah, I can see if she could get us tickets.”

“Girl please do, I need to see my tall Dominican man.” They all chuckled at Danielle as Davina was texting her best friend.

DeeDee🫧: bestie?

Binky🌸: yess? Hey girl 

DeeDee🫧: I heard yall was coming down here to ATL

Binky🌸: yes girl we gotta show tonight if you’re down to come 

DeeDee🫧: yes but I was hoping for you to get me and the girls some tickets for the meet & greet that’s happening 👉🏽👈🏽

Binky🌸: ofcccc bestie yk I wouldn’t say no lemme see what I can do then I’ll let yk okay? Who you tryna see?

DeeDee🫧: girl yk who I’m tryna see 

Binky🌸: Mr Fatu ik bestie ik 😭😭

DeeDee🫧: leave me alone that man is so fine im jealous that you get to work with him 🙄

Binky🌸: PLS GIRL 😭😭don’t pass out when you see him

DeeDee🫧: girl whatever I’m not gonna pass out 

Binky🌸: 🙄 Dee ik you girl, you’ve been a fan of Jimmy for years and even have a not-so-crush on him for a hot min now and you’re very shy so that already says enough.

She despised that her closest friend could read her so easily, prompting a deep sigh as she acknowledged that Bianca was correct; she had been harboring a crush on this man for years, and now she had the chance to finally meet him in her own city.

DeeDee🫧: I hate you so bad yk that?

Binky🌸: I love you too but I’ll text you bout the tickets okay?

DeeDee🫧: kk

She returned her phone to her purse upon hearing her name called by a worker holding her food. She approached them to collect her meal. Afterward, Davina went to fetch some napkins and condiments for her food before making her way to join the other girls.

Davina set her bags down beside her and pulled her chair back to sit next to Shanti, who was engaged in conversation with Danielle about their plans for the mini girls trip they had organized.

As soon as they noticed Davina sitting down with her food on the table, they all turned to her, eagerly awaiting her response regarding the tickets.

She raised an eyebrow at them, “what?”

“Girl what? What did your best friend say?” Danielle said.

“Yeah girl, we need details.”

She laughed at them, rolling her eyes as she opened her Chick-fil-A sauce, spreading it over her chicken sandwich before she started to speak to them.

She used her napkin to wipe her mouth, “she said she’ll text me about the tickets.” She said.

“I’m seeing that they’ll be in State Farm Arena for those meet & greets.” Shanti replied.

“For real? I wonder if they got a show tonight.” Danielle said.

Davina nodded her head, “yeah Bianca said they have a show tonight and wanted us to come after the meet & greet.”

“We definitely should go. I wanna see my man.” 

Davina chuckled at her friend as she felt her phone buzzing as she took it out of her purse seeing another message from Bianca and she had seen an attachment as well.

Binky🌸: [sent three attachments]

Binky🌸: I got yall tickets for the meet & greet and for the show tonight 🫶🏽

Davina smiled at the message and texted Bianca back.

DeeDee🫧: omggg I love you soo much B

Binky🌸: ofccc girl yk I gotchu fr fr see you tonight?

DeeDee🫧: yes ofc 

Binky🌸: okay girrrl have fun at the meet & greet don’t pass out when you see that man 😭😭

DeeDee🫧: girl whatever 🙄🙄

The girls had seen Davina smiling with joy as Shanti shoved her playfully as she smiled at her.

“Girl what happened?” Shanti asked.

Davina presented the three attachments containing the tickets for the meet & greet and the show scheduled for Monday Night Raw at State Farm Arena. Their excited squeals reverberated through the mall's hallway, drawing the attention of those nearby.

They could hardly fathom that they would witness the live show in person for the very first time and have the chance to meet their beloved wrestlers. Although Davina was thrilled about the opportunity, she also felt a wave of nervousness and shyness at the thought of being around her favorite wrestler.

“Girrrrl I can't wait to see my man girrrrl.” 

“How many times are you gonna say that?”

“As many times as I want because I’m way too excited to see him.”

Davina remained mostly silent about her feelings regarding seeing him tonight, including their meeting. She simply listened as her girlfriends excitedly discussed their outfits for the meet & greet and the show, especially since Bianca had secured them front row seats for the event.

Her mind raced with all the possible scenarios that could unfold when she finally came face to face with Jimmy, sitting in those front row seats to witness him perform live. The anticipation was exhilarating, especially with the girls' trip just around the corner.

As she heard her name being called repeatedly, she snapped back to reality, turning to them with a bright smile on her face.

“Girl you haven’t said anything yet, you good?” Danielle said.

“Yeah girl, I’m good just nervous that’s all.” Davina replied.

Danielle chuckled while teasing her, “Dee don’t be, you gonna get to see that fine Samoan man you’ve been having a crush on for years.” She pushed Danielle playfully while giving her the middle finger.

“Bitch I don’t have a crush on that man.”

“Whatever girl, c’mon let’s go.”

—

State Farm Arena - Atlanta, Georgia  6:30PM

Davina and her friends were already inside the venue, capturing photos and videos of themselves and sharing them on their Instagram stories. Bianca had informed Davina that Jimmy would arrive around six-forty, which made her extremely anxious.

She was already spiraling into overthinking, hoping to avoid any awkward encounters with him. Other fans present had mentioned that he was incredibly charming, sweet, and quite tall.

Davina and her friends split up to join different lines to see their favorite wrestler, which heightened her anxiety as she stood alone in line, feeling small at 5'2" while waiting for Jimmy to appear.

To distract herself and ease her nerves, she began scrolling through her social media, noticing the girls were active in their group chat.

My Girls 🩷

Dani🦢: Dee bitch I can see your ass shaking 

DeeDee🫧: girl leave me tf alone I’m nervous asf in this damn line 

Shanti💛: girrrrl you actin like that man finna bite ya ass or sum relax 

Dani🦢: I’m tryna tell you Shanti she has a crush on that man

DeeDee🫧: bitch fuck you respectfully like I said I don’t have a damn crush on him 🙄🙄

Dani🦢: she’s in denial rn 😭😭

DeeDee🫧: 🖕🏽🖕🏽

As Davina listened to the cheers, she glanced up and saw him emerging from behind the curtains. He looked absolutely stunning in all red, proudly displaying his tribal tattoos, and the sheen of oil on his arms made those tattoos glisten even more in the building's dim light.

Her heart felt like it plummeted when the line began to move, causing her palms to sweat profusely. Why was she so anxious about meeting this man, really?

‘fuckfuckfuck’ All she could focus on were his beautiful features as the pace of the line increased more than usual. She noticed his fans gifting him small tokens, like handmade bracelets or custom chains designed specifically for him.

She began to feel guilty for not giving him anything after watching this man on her television screen every Monday night alongside his twin brother Jey, who was also there but occupied with his own activities.

Her heart raced as she reminded herself to stay composed, fearing she might embarrass herself in front of him. And what his fans claimed was indeed accurate; he was tall in real life, even taller than his twin brother.

Davina noticed his bright, white smile as he interacted with fans while posing for pictures, and she realized she was next in line after a girl who stood in front of her.

When his cologne wafted towards her, it caught her off guard, causing her to freeze momentarily as she took in his features, marveling at how handsome he was up close.

‘Damn he mad pretty for real’ All she could think about was him as she gazed deeply into his eyes, especially when the other girl presented the bracelet she had crafted for him. Davina and Jimmy locked eyes instantly, as if he was attempting to explore her features more closely.

“Next!”

Davina walked up towards him as she smiled shyly at him causing him to chuckle at her shyness.

“What’s up mama.” Jimmy said softly. 

‘Mama’ did he just call her mama? Just right off the bat? Like he wanted to call her that as soon as they both made eye contact with each other.

Davina began blushing as she spoke, “Hi, I’m such a big fan of yours. I love the work that you and your twin have been doing for the tag division.” Davina said.

Jimmy smiled down at her, and the sight made her feel diminutive, especially considering his impressive height. It sent her stomach into a whirlwind of backflips and somersaults as she gazed into his handsome face and warm brown eyes.

“I appreciate it mama, you gon’ be at the show tonight?” He asked.

She nodded her head, “yeah, my best friend Bianca got us tickets just to see yall in action.” She said.

He was shocked to learn that her best friend was Bianca Belair.

“Bianca is your best friend? That’s what up though.” 

“Yeah, she got us front row seats too.”

“Hm, so I get to see you up front?”

“Mhm.”

She was puzzled by his words, yet she chose to dismiss it without giving it much thought.

In that moment, she felt his hand on her waist, causing her panties to become damp within seconds; no man had ever evoked such a response in her before. There was something about Jimmy that had this unique effect on her.

They both gazed into the camera, smiling as the photographer captured the moment with a flash. The photographer gave them a thumbs up.

As Jimmy withdrew his hand from her waist, they exchanged smiles, their faces lighting up with joy.

“Thank you, is it okay if I give you a hug?” She asked.

He nodded his head, “of course mama, c’mere.” That deep and tender voice of his did numbers on her as they both gave each other a hug.

The moment they pulled away from each other, she instantly caught a whiff of his cologne, just like before. The security guard assisted her as she waved goodbye to Jimmy, who reciprocated the gesture.

Davina placed her hand on her chest, inhaling and exhaling, still in disbelief that she had finally met him after years of watching him on her screen. At that moment, she noticed her girlfriends approaching her, all wearing bright smiles.

“Girrrrl, you smell just like his ass.” Danielle teased.

Davina smelled her shirt as she could smell his cologne that rubbed off of her when they hugged each other before she left which made her melt instantly causing the girls to tease her.

“Oh this bitch is in love.” Shanti teased.

She threw them the middle finger, “fuck yall okay, I was nervous as fuck to see him.” 

“Well at least you get to see him again in action with his fine ass twin brother.” Davina rolled her eyes at him as they walked towards and continued to talk to each other about how they met other wrestlers.

—

The entire arena was filled to the brim with fans from across the globe, eagerly watching wrestlers compete and deliver promos in front of an enthusiastic crowd. However, Davina's thoughts drifted elsewhere as she observed her best friend Bianca battling Liv in a tag team match alongside Jade.

Her mind was consumed with thoughts of Jimmy, recalling the way he spoke and moved, and how he had touched her gently, with the utmost respect. Just the thought of it left her feeling completely overwhelmed.

Why was she entertaining such risqué thoughts about a man she had only just met? He had been so sweet and kind to her, and their eye contact felt charged, as if he was trying to understand her, yet somehow already knew her essence.

Being a shy girl, she realized he had picked up on that almost immediately.

She returned to reality when she heard Bayley’s entrance music blaring as she sprinted towards the ring to assist Bianca, who was being attacked by Liv and Raquel while Jade lay on the floor in agony.

The referee was oblivious to the chaos as Bayley executed one of her signature moves on Liv, sending her crashing onto the mat. Bayley then helped Bianca to her feet, allowing her to finish the fight. After rolling out of the ring, Bayley watched as Bianca delivered her finishing move, ‘the kiss of death,’ resulting in a thunderous slam against the mat.

Bianca pinned Liv just as the referee noticed, sliding in to make the count. The crowd erupted in unison, counting along with the referee: one, two, three! Cheers filled the arena as Bianca’s music started to play.

Davina enthusiastically supported her best friend, noticing Bayley stepping back as the camera focused on her, capturing her emotional reactions.

Davina pulled out her phone and snapped a photo of her best friend, who was atop the ropes, swinging her hair with the women’s tag belt in hand. It brought a smile to Davina's face to see her best friend so joyful and in love with her career.

Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted as everyone turned their gaze to the large screen, witnessing the events unfolding backstage. Davina spotted Bianca making her way through the crowd, calling out her name to grab her attention.

They exchanged smiles as Bianca approached, glistening with sweat, but that didn’t bother Davina at all; they embraced each other warmly.

“Imma text you later okay?” Bianca said.

“A’ight girl.” Davina said as her eyes were now glued into the screen seeing him again.

It felt as though he was accompanied by his brother, his cousin, and their younger sibling, along with the sage Paul Hayman. She was so captivated by Jimmy's appearance that the conversation around her faded into the background; her sole focus was on how attractive he appeared.

The way he licked his lips whenever he spoke  The tone of his voice was deep and stern like he meant business And his facial expressions  Oh boy did his facial expressions made her melt 

Danielle and Shanti noticed this as they both looked at each other smirking knowing that they were going to tease her after this.

“After the show imma dare her to tag Jimmy in her Instagram story with the picture she took with him today at the meet & greet.” Danielle said.

“You’re so evil Dani.” Shanti replied with a playful push.

“I’m just trying to see something girl.”

Once the backstage segment concluded, the atmosphere shifted dramatically as the crowd erupted in cheers. Davina and her friends began capturing the moment, taking videos and photos on their phones to flaunt their beauty.

As the crowd settled down, the unmistakable sound of the Usos' entrance music reverberated through the arena, igniting the audience's excitement once more. Fans enthusiastically chanted along to the lyrics of their iconic theme song.

Davina was fully immersed in the moment, knowing every word by heart and vibing to the boys' entrance music. She watched with admiration as they made their way to the ring, proudly holding their tag team belts while the ring announcer introduced them.

At that moment, their eyes locked once more, causing her heart to race as she caught sight of his dazzling smile, complete with a playful wink before he returned his attention to his task.

She glanced at the girls as if she had encountered a specter, starting to fan herself in disbelief.

“That man got our girl in a chokehold.” 

“Just look at her face, it's all red Dani.”

“I fucking hate yall with all my life.”

The girls laughed at her while they watched the boys arrive, the crowd assuming they were set for a tag team match against the Street Profits. Davina, having known Montez since attending their wedding, was certain this would be an exciting match between the boys.

As the match progressed, Jey showcased a variety of moves while his twin brother was temporarily down, distracted by B-Fab, a member of their group. Davina noticed Jimmy’s hair was tousled as he ran his fingers through it, making eye contact with her once more.

She found herself completely frozen, captivated by his sweaty physique and the tattoos that shimmered under the arena lights, as the crowd cheered for the boys.

She couldn't help but wonder why he kept gazing at her as if he were trying to capture her attention, especially when she was focused on the match unfolding before her, almost as if it were intentional.

At that moment, Jey tagged in his twin brother, and Jimmy went wild, executing move after move that caught her completely off guard. He delivered a Samoan drop to Angelo, and she could hear the crowd erupting in cheers just as she cheered for him too.

Angelo rolled out of the ring, but that didn't stop Jimmy. He sprinted towards the ropes, leaped over them, and crashed into Angelo with a dive, both of them hitting the ground hard.

Jimmy sprang back up, licking his lips with a smirk as the match carried on.

—

After the show, everyone started to leave, including them, as they had driven themselves to the event. It was an excellent night for Monday Night Raw—they even encountered a few wrestlers they admired before making their way to their cars parked in front of the arena.

Her thoughts were consumed by Jimmy, who kept glancing at her repeatedly, catching her off guard. She didn’t dwell on it much, simply assuming that was just his on-screen persona.

They snapped a few more pictures here and there until Danielle approached Davina, wearing a mischievous smile that left Davina looking at her in confusion.

“Girl what?” Davina questioned her.

“You know what Dee, I have a dare for you.” Danielle said as Davina shook her head already knowing what her friend had in store.

“Dani, whatever this dare is, I’m not doing it.” As she said that she was grabbing her car keys from her purse not wanting to hear more about this ridiculous dare Danielle had planned.

Danielle smacked her teeth, “girl it’s a simple dare and you have to do it I command it.”

Davina looked at her like she was crazy, “you command it? Bitch please.” 

She had her arms folded over her chest as Danielle was pleading with her with her eyes begging for her to do the dare. She hated when Danielle would plead with her eyes  just to get her to do something causing her sigh deeply rubbing her temples.

“Okay, what’s the dare?” She asked.

“The dare is that you tag Jimmy on your Instagram story with the picture that you took with him at the meet & greet.” Her eyes went wide as she heard her friend’s dare.

She quickly shook her head at the thought, not wanting to come across as one of those overly enthusiastic fangirls seeking attention from boys—that was completely out of character for her. Davina climbed into her Jetta, shutting the door firmly behind her.

She inserted her keys into the ignition, and as the engine roared to life, she found it hard to comprehend why Danielle would ask her to do something like that, especially when she had no idea what the purpose was.

Davina lowered her window, tuning in to Danielle’s explanation regarding the dare.

“Girl, c’mon that man has been looking at you all night. Like you were some type of prize, why not give him attention too?”

“That man has all the attention that he needs Dani, plus I’m not doing allat just because he looked at me all night.”

Danielle threw her hands up, “A’ight girl I’m just saying Dee, he seemed fond of you tonight just thinking about it. I’ll see you in the morning to catch this flight to Miami?”

“Yeah girl.”

They embraced each other through her window as Davina rolled it up, reaching for her phone to play some music while she drove back home to her apartment complex.

She set her phone in the cup holder as she reversed out of the parking lot, observing everyone else leaving. After ensuring her surroundings were clear, she shifted the car into drive and started heading out the gate towards her apartment complex.

Listening to some R&B tunes, she sang along, enjoying the vibe while reflecting on what Danielle had mentioned about Jimmy watching her all night during his match.

She found it strange how he could concentrate on both her and his match simultaneously; it felt overwhelming for her to have him gaze at her like that, deliberately licking his lips.

Was he trying to get her attention?

Her thoughts were consumed by the reality that he referred to her as mama, a title he reserved solely for her and no other female admirer. How could such an intimate nickname roll off his charming lips so effortlessly?

The casualness with which he spoke left her in a state of shock, yet she couldn't shake off the challenge that Danielle had urged her to accept, despite Davina's immediate refusal to entertain the notion. It made her ponder the possibility of tagging him in her story. Would he actually see it?

She shook off the idea and continued to drive home.

As she finally arrived home, she parked in the lot, turned off her car, and removed the keys. Grabbing her purse and phone, she pressed the lock button before making her way up the steps to her apartment building.

Upon unlocking the door, the fresh scent of Febreze greeted her immediately. After closing the door, she slipped off her shoes and placed them on the shoe rack beside her. Tossing her purse onto the couch, she headed to the kitchen to grab a drink before going upstairs for a shower.

Just as she was about to ascend the stairs, she heard her phone beep. Retrieving it from the kitchen counter, she noticed a text from Bianca, which brought a smile to her face.

Binky🌸: hey bestie Pooh! 

DeeDee🫧: heyyy

Binky🌸: did you enjoy the show tonight?

DeeDee🫧: yeah I did honestly, you kicked some ass out there girl 😭 I could never 😭

Binky🌸: you funny Dee but a little birdy told me that a certain someone was looking at you a lot tonight 😁

Davina sighed, rolling her eyes assuming that Danielle had said something out loud and Bianca overheard it.

DeeDee🫧: did you hear my friend talking bout it? I’m sorry she’s so loud

Binky🌸: nahh I heard it from Montez he told me Jimmy was looking at you all night girl 

DeeDee🫧: omfgggg I figured he would say something 🙄🙄

Binky🌸: whatchu do girl?

DeeDee🫧: I didn’t do anything for that man to be looking at me like that all night Binky I swear 😭😭

Binky🌸: mhm lemme find out you messing around with a older man

Older man? How old was Jimmy?

DeeDee🫧: he’s old?

Binky🌸: well no he’s like 35 years old technically older than you so

DeeDee🫧: I mean he’s still young in my eyes with how he was lookin girl damn that man is so fine Bianca 😩😩

Binky🌸: lol 😭😭 bye girl 

DeeDee🫧: did yk my friend told me this ridiculous ass dare to tag that man on my instagram story with the picture we took together at the meet & greet?

Binky🌸: I feel like you should do it bestie, like Montez kept telling me that Jimmy couldn’t stop looking at you maybe you should let him tag alone on that girls trip tmr 🤷🏽‍♀️

She had to reread that message over again before texting Bianca back.

“Now why in the hell would I do that? And that man barely knows me?” Davina said to herself.

DeeDee🫧: girl are you fucking crazy? That man don’t know me? And maybe he has a gf like um??

Binky🌸: he does and they been on and off for hot minute maybe you could change that with your calm and quiet nature?

DeeDee🫧: now you tryna make me a homewrecker bestie and I don’t like that 

Binky🌸: no I’m not I’m just saying take him with you away from Trinity he needs it  honestly nigga been looking hella stress fr fr 

What did that have to do with her??

DeeDee🫧: look im finna gts ill text you in the morning bestie

Binky🌸: okay bestie get some rest and have a safe flight okay!

DeeDee🫧: kk gn bestie 

Davina made her way down the hallway to her bedroom, opening the door and shutting it behind her. Inside, she noticed her suitcase filled with clothes for the trip tomorrow. The comments from Danielle and Bianca about Jimmy sparked her curiosity, making her wonder if he would notice her simply from that tag on her story.

It was tormenting her to keep it a secret, so she chose to take the foolish dare. She went onto her Instagram story and shared the photo she had taken with Jimmy earlier that day, tagging his account and expressing her gratitude for meeting him.

With a mix of excitement and anxiety, she hit the post button and tossed her phone onto the bed, not wanting to check if he had liked her story. Instead, she focused on packing the remaining items she needed for the trip.

—

Meanwhile, Jimmy found himself alone in his hotel room after a heated argument with Trinity, who chose to stay in a different hotel room with one of her friends. He sat there shirtless, his hair damp, and his skin shimmering in the soft light of the room.

As he scrolled through his social media feed, he noticed all his fans tagging him in their stories, which he appreciated. However, a particular notification caught his eye, and he quickly clicked on it, only to discover it was the girl he had seen earlier.

Curious, Jimmy visited her profile for a closer look, and wow, she looked stunning in her photos. Yet, in person, she was even more beautiful, appearing shy and nervous when he first encountered her.

He couldn't help but chuckle when he saw her name displayed in her bio.

“Davina huh?” Jimmy said to himself as he continued to scroll through her page and her highlights.

He noticed that she enjoyed going to the gym and was also pursuing her master's degree in psychology, while doing nails on the side. Clearly, she has a good head on her shoulders. Without a moment's hesitation, he followed her and returned to her story to like it.

“Damn, she’s pretty as fuck.” He said which made him clench his jaw.

Jimmy acknowledged that she was younger than him, but he didn't let that bother him. He was eager to discover more about her, so he promptly sent her a message. Her calm and quiet demeanor, staying away from the drama, was something he appreciated.

jonathanfatu: hey mama thanks for the tag 🫶🏼

He wanted to keep things simple, not wanting to frighten her with anything too bold that might make her uncomfortable or lead her to think he was saying something outrageous. While he waited for her reply, he glanced at his messages and noticed his twin brother had texted him about their plans for tonight.

Twin🩸: twin why is Montez tellin me that you was looking at some shawty in the crowd tonight? And she’s Bianca’s best friend?

BigBrother🩸:  maybe I was and shawty told me that at the meet & greet she seemed so shy and nervous 

Twin🩸: did you get a name?

BigBrother🩸: Davina found it in her bio on Instagram since she tagged me on her story 

Twin🩸: is she bad or what?

Jimmy hated when he was being honest about something especially with the current situation he is in at the moment.

BigBrother🩸: she’s hella bad twin 

Twin🩸: hmmm she must be young then 

BigBrother🩸: seems to be that way from what I’m looking at I just sent her a text message on instagram just to see what she was on

Twin🩸: damn forget about Trin huh?

BigBrother🩸: I can’t with her twin it’s like she always find something she wanna fight about it and it just be over the most dumbest shit ever 🙄🙄

He and Trinity had been in a tumultuous relationship for quite some time, and it had turned toxic. He was exhausted from the repetitive cycle they were caught in. Dealing with her constant attempts to provoke arguments without cause was mentally exhausting for him.

This is why he realized he needed to distance himself from her and seek out something that could offer him tranquility. Davina seemed to be the perfect match for him, even though they hardly knew one another.

Twin🩸: so what? You gon talk to shawty to forget about Trin?

BigBrother🩸: you making it seem like I’m using the poor thing when I don’t know her twin I just need something new

Twin🩸: you said that before and look at the current situation you’re in at moment 

BigBrother🩸:  this time it’s gonna be different 

Twin🩸: mhmm idkkk shawty seems to be the type that stays out of drama nd the spotlight fr 

BigBrother🩸: that’s what I like someone that can be my peace

Twin🩸: be careful with them young girls twin I heard they were high maintenance 

BigBrother🩸: I don’t think she’s like that I mean she got her own money and good future over her shoulders

Twin🩸: she going to college or something?

BigBrother🩸: mhmm and she do nails on the side she’s good 

Twin🩸: might have to book her 

BigBrother🩸: whatever dawg

At that moment, he noticed a notification appear on his screen; it was a text message from Davina. As he read her message on Instagram, he couldn't help but chuckle at how shy she was.

deedeeluv: omg hiii and your welcome just had to tell you it was a honor to meet you 🫶🏼

He smiled at the message and immediately texted her back within seconds.

jonathanfatu: I appreciate it tho mama ❤️

deedeeluv: ☺️

jonathanfatu: you don’t gotta be shy mama talk to me what’s up

deedeeluv: is that whatchu gon call me now?

jonathanfatu: mhm better than saying yo name 

deedeeluv: alright imma just call you pretty boy 

‘Pretty boy?’  He has never been called that before.

jonathanfatu: pretty boy huh? I’ll take it wyd?

deedeeluv: I just got done packing my suitcase for this girls trip tmr

jonathanfatu: where yall heading to?

deedeeluv: Miami, Florida 

jonathanfatu: Miami? Hmm okay okay yall gon have fun or what?

deedeeluv: yeah they will with their boyfriends I’ll just probably enjoy it by myself tbh

Why would a beautiful girl like Davina choose to go on a trip by herself? She should be enjoying quality time with her friends instead.

Maybe she needed some company  Maybe he could be her company while on her girls trip It can ease his mind off of Trinity for a while.

jonathanfatu: need some company mama?

deedeeluv: are you askin me if you want to tag along on this trip?

jonathanfatu: you ain’t said no 🙂‍↕️ 

deedeeluv: it’s only a three day trip 

jonathanfatu: that’s fine mama I can get to know you a lil more for them days 

deedeeluv: aight pretty boy you can tag along you lucky I let folks in my space 

jonathanfatu: trust me you gon enjoy my company mama ☺️

deedeeluv: we’ll see 

All he needed was three days to escape from Trinity. He was frustrated by their constant back-and-forth, always feeling like it was her fault. Whenever he made a mistake in her eyes, she would shift the blame back to him, even when she was the real issue.

His love for Trinity was beginning to wane, overshadowed by their endless arguments and conflicts. It was exhausting for him, so much so that he felt compelled to completely ignore her until she finally offered an apology, which never seemed to happen as she consistently pointed the finger at him.

Perhaps spending time with Davina on this trip would help clear his mind. Despite her youth, he found that he didn’t mind at all.

jonathanfatu: what time yall leaving?

deedeeluv: around ten in the morning 

jonathanfatu: what time does yall flight land?

deedeeluv: we probably gonna land around 12 to one 

jonathanfatu: aight then I’ll just meet yall at the airport when yall land 

deedeeluv: kk I’ll see you when i see u gn🩷

jonathanfatu: gn mama 🫶🏼

With that, Jimmy started to book his flight to Miami, noticing that there were tickets available for twelve thirty. He should arrive around one, give or take, to meet Davina and her friends at the airport.

He set his phone down on the bed beside him as he lay there with his hands behind his head, letting out a deep sigh. He hoped that this three-day trip would help clear his mind of everything weighing on him.

Frustrated with trying to resolve things with her when she refuses to cooperate, perhaps Davina could help him find a fresh perspective.

Something different. More real. Something he hadn’t experienced before. And maybe Davina is the right person to show him that.

Just as he was about to close his eyes and drift off to sleep, he heard his phone buzzing. He quickly grabbed it and noticed text messages from Trinity.

Trin🍑: I miss you can we talk?

He understood the direction this was heading and chose not to get involved with whatever she was dealing with at that moment. Instead, he opted to leave her on read, turned off the light in his hotel room, and pulled the covers over himself.

This was going to be a long trip.

PRETTY BOY

a/n: heyyyy I’m back with another project 😁😁 I decided to rebrand my masterlist and will be focusing on making Jimmy Uso fics and taking a break from making Jey fics for a while since I wanna focus on Jimmy fr fr.

But this mini series is gonna be a long one soooo get ready for the drama.

NO YEET ❤️

[azarathzinthoss]

how my heart bleeds - a mini series by azarathzinthoss

After her very public and contentious divorce from WWE superstar Roman Reigns, Kamille Briggs wished for nothing but peace and that her son knew his father. Being that she's now a single mother, Kamile had to fulfill the role of parent and breadwinner. With her background in ring announcing for UFC, Kamille's name landed on the talent director's desk at WWE via favor of ex-coworker, CM Punk. Friends and family alike pushed her to take the job. Regardless of how Kamille felt about potentially running into the man that broke her heart, her hands were tied.

To try to get over Roman, Kamille sleeps with his longtime friend and ex-Shield partner - Seth Rollins. Both Kamille and Seth agreed to forget about their drunken night and forbade each other from hooking up ever again. But rules are meant to be broken, right? The duo continues to see each other, blurring the lines of friends and lovers. And to make matters worse, Kamille and Roman's coparenting relationship becomes more involved than she intended it to be. Now Kamille is trapped between two paths to take. Does Kamille trade in discomfort for comfort and repeat old patterns? Or does she choose the path of uncertainty?

The Masterlist

0. underwater

[azarathzinthoss]

cody rhodes x reader

summary : y/n hasn't been feeling the same since giving birth. her behaviors have caused her to be mean to the one person who'd do anything for her.

tags : y/n uses she/her, mentions of postpartum depression, mentions of body insecurities, fluff, barely proofread, 70% sure i missed sum, bad grammar (accept me as i am pls)

word count : 1.2k

you were everything to cody. head to toe, even the most minute details about you made him swoon. he’d tell anyone who’d hear how much he loved you. cody’s adoration needed no audience, but an offered ear didn’t hurt once in a while. recently, his love expanded, your two-person family opened up to make room for your new baby. to say this new rhythm, this new transition was hard would be an understatement. even with the hired help, there was a big part missing in your family’s ecosystem - cody. while the “american nightmare” moniker brought in a lot of money, it meant long hours and being miles away from home. the baby and the miles in between quietly eroded at your marriage. it started small - passive aggressive comments, lashing out at each other in private, shared looks of vexation. these little tiffs were uncharacteristic. you blamed yourself for letting the “baby hormones” fuck with you.

everything was changing and it was overwhelming. the biggest change being your body. the physique you worked your damndest on crumbled. loose wefts of skin spilled over, stretch marks ruptured like lightning bolts over your thighs, excess fat ballooned your lower body. in the right hands, someone would be thankful to inherit the body you have. but, the post-pregnancy fog made you hyper critical and mean to your new body. and without cody there, you had no one to interrupt the wicked line of communication your head fed your soul. this evening, you draped over the living room couch, falling in and out of sleep. adjusting to the newborn schedule, you barely slept in your bed, much less for long. the night doula arrived late, so you were able to nurse the baby to sleep by yourself. the first time in weeks since having the baby. worn out and fatigued, you didn’t even attempt to change the outfit you arranged the day of. your phone buzzed in your hand; tiny groans escaped your lips. lazily bringing the phone to your face, you barely registered who was calling. you shot up once realization hit - cody’s calling. “hey.”, you said into the white screen. “come outside.”, cody quickly said before ending the call. you groggily trudged to your houses’ glass doors. 

bright lights reflected against the pale glass, almost blinding you. a bus was parked in your curved driveway, the vodka cody is sponsored by plastered all over the long vehicle. cody stood in front, flashing a million-dollar smile. he stood in a maroon suit, arms stretched. admittedly, you were irritated. you woke up out of your sleep for a bus? you just nursed your colicky baby to sleep, and he wanted to show you a bus? you snapped out of your haze and pushed down the bubbling impatience. a forced smile spread across your face, you immediately regretted it. “cool, huh?! come see!”, he shouted over the obnoxious motor. unsure if cody noticed or not, you swiftly followed him onto the bus for the impromptu tour. difficult times and all, you still beamed with joy watching your husband be so excited for something. his hard work paid off and you couldn’t be more proud. but, why do you feel a twinge of contempt in your gut and why weren’t you telling cody? the foundation of your marriage stayed so strong because you two talked about everything, even the harder conversations. why is it hard to talk about the stress of motherhood to your husband, your life partner? the feet below you traveled at the pace cody did, but your mind was elsewhere. frequently, the sound of his voice alerts you to react, to show signs of life. it wasn’t until, “...i already bought a crib and everything, so babygirl could fit.” crib? babygirl? 

you looked up, cody’s back faced you as he scanned the bedroom. a baby pink crib sat where the closet used to be. yellow lettering in your daughter’s name and flowers decorated the vintage crib. he was right, there was enough room. “still, though, we’d have to figure out a changing table situation. i mean, we could just change her in the front, but i don’t know how you feel about…”, his voice trailed off as you stared at the crib. tears welled up in your eyes, your face flushed with heat. you tried the best of your ability to stifle a sob, but you comically failed. cody’s head snapped in your direction. he did what he always does - the right thing. his hands wrapped around your body, guiding your face into his chest. you sobbed. it had been weeks since you cried, since you succumbed to your emotions. 

any and everything that troubled you, made you feel less than shot through you tenfold. above all, you were mad at yourself. you were mad for letting your emotions dig at the strongest and the most loving thing you had - your marriage. “i’m so…sorry.”, you said in between cries. cody pulled away to look at you, his face contorting into a muddled disposition. “all those times i yelled at you and said mean things. even when you try to say nice things about my body…”, talking about your body brought up another fit of sobs. now it was cody’s turn to cry. as he held you, he silently unraveled. he never blamed you, how could he? his baby had a baby. whether it be postpartum or baby blues, cody’s warmth and worship towards you was far too great than what transcribed in your relationship. the sun always comes out after it rains, a saying he’d heard as a kid. cody grabbed your face, making sure you could see his eyes, “you just had a baby. i don’t expect you to be super woman. i expect you to be the growing, changing, and loving person i married.”

growing, changing. those words stuck to you; his tone stuck with you. he needed you to hear him. “i bought the bus so we could spend more time together. i missed you, i’m not good at this without you.”, cody’s voice cracked on the word “you”. you put your hands over his, your eyes full of compassion. “you’re not good at what?”, you asked meekly, barely above a whisper. cody smiled, trying to lighten the air in this tense moment, “i’m not good at living without you.” you softly pressed your lips against his, tugging at his suit jacket. the passion that hid itself since the birth of your baby spread all over your body. soft, prickling jolts of devotion rocked you. you realized in that moment you wanted cody in every lifetime, he was your first choice in every lifetime. he loved you; you loved him - it’s that simple. simple is good, simple is safe. cody left a tender peck post kiss, running his hands over your new curves. right now, you could care less about your body, all you cared about was whose hands were on it. you’re safe, you said to yourself. “are we okay?”, cody said with a grin. looking over at the crib once again, you kissed him again, “we’re beyond okay.”