cloudskissme

[cloudskissme]

I need a minute this is tewww good!!

girl u are FREKAYYYYY. what's life like with bd!zilla? 🙄🙄🙄🙄

i really do imagine he's the type to be so nonchalant about shit tbh. like when you two decided to co-parent your 3 year old son, from that day forth zilla's always put on this act that he never cared about shit you did. you both were single.

nothing new. he did the in the relationship. act like nothing ever mattered. you'd do things to spite him to atleast see if he cared. like doing your hair a different way when you'd drop your son off, wearing a dress too short and posting it to the gram, even sending him thirst traps on "accident".

only to get a dry ass response. barely even that, sometimes he’d just heart the message and move on.

but nothing ever seemed to phase him. you'd catch glimpses sometimes - a fleeting look in his eyes when he thought you weren't paying attention, the way his jaw would tighten ever so slightly when another man's name came up. but he'd always brush it off, act like it was nothing.

one day, you decided to really push it. you showed up to drop off your son wearing that slinky red dress he always loved, the one that hugged every curve. you made sure your makeup was flawless, your hair perfectly curled. as you handed over your giggling toddler, you casually mentioned the date you had lined up for that night.

little did he know, you didn't even have one. you purposely did all this shit so his blood pressure would raise.

for a split second, you saw it - that flash of jealousy, that hint of possessiveness in his dark eyes. but just as quickly, it was gone, replaced by his usual cool indifference. "have fun, babygirl," he said with a wink before focusing on your son

"mama, look pretty?" your son said gleaming towards you

"she does, buddy. so very pretty." he simply stated giving you a once over, stopping at your cleavage.

you felt a shiver run down your spine at his words, at the way his eyes lingered on your body. for a moment, you forgot to breathe. then you caught yourself, plastering on a coy smile. "thanks," you said breezily, "i'm sure my date will think so too."

as you turned to head back to your car , you could feel zilla's eyes on you, burning into your back. you put an extra sway in your hips, knowing exactly how that dress moved when you walked. you heard your son's laughter fade as the door closed behind you.

later that night, after your mediocre date with some guy whose name you could barely remember, you found yourself scrolling through your phone in the bathroom. your thumb hovered over zilla's contact. before you could stop yourself, you fired off a text: "date was a bust. heading home early."

you stared at your phone, waiting for his reply. the minutes that went by were agonizing. just as you were about to toss your phone in your purse, it buzzed.

u wanna come over, mama?

you knew this was a bad idea. you only wanted to spite him — show him you still had it and what he lost. but...damn, you'd be lying if you said you didn't crave to feel that long, girth, samoan dick working inside you, and those hands using your hips bouncing you like a bitch in heat, just like an addict craves their next fix. nonetheless, you responded anyways: be there in 15.

the ride to his place felt endless. second-guessing your decision with every passing streetlight. but when you knocked on the door and saw him standing in the doorway, all doubts vanished. He looked good - too good. his white tank top clung to his muscular frame, and his sweatpants hung low on his hips.

"hey, mama," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. "come in."

you stepped inside, the familiar scent of his cologne washing over you. the living room was dimly lit. as you stepped inside, the familiar scent of his cologne washing over you, you felt a surge of electricity in the air. the living room was dimly lit, casting long shadows across the walls. soft music played in the background - was that the playlist you used to make love to? baby making music as they say.

zilla closed the door behind you, his presence looming large. you could feel the heat radiating off his body as he moved closer, his scent suffocating you. "you want sum' to drink?" he asked, his voice husky.

you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. as he walked to the kitchen, your eyes followed the broad expanse of his back, remembering how it felt to dig your nails into those muscles.

He returned with two glasses of red wine - your favorite. As he handed you yours, his fingers brushed against yours, lingering just a moment too long. you took a sip, the rich flavor exploding on your tongue.

you closed your eyes for a brief moment as you glanced over the room, "so where is our little guy?" desperate to break the silence.

zilla almost didn't hear the question, to occupied in looking at your ass in the dress.

"zilla?" you said more firmly to bring his attention back towards you

"my bad, mama. we watched that paw patrol shit he like and he crashed out not too long ago," he responded before taking a sip of his wine "you look good as fuck, y'know that?"

you felt a flush creep up your neck at his words. "thanks," you murmured, taking another sip of wine to steady your nerves.

zilla moved closer, his eyes roaming over you hungrily. "you r'member first time you wore it?" his voice was low, tinged with desire. "that night at the club, when I couldn't keep my hands off you. had to take yo ass home right then."

you nodded, memories flooding back. the way he'd pressed you against the wall as soon as you got through the door, his hands sliding up your thighs, pushing the dress higher, pushing his hand into your panties.

before you could respond, zilla closed the distance between you, his large hand cupping your face. "lemme r'mind you," he growled, before crashing his lips against yours. the kiss was hungry, desperate, filled with years of pent-up longing.

in one fluid motion, he lifted you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. he carried you to the wall, pressing you against it as his lips trailed hot kisses down your neck. your head fell back, a soft moans escaping your lips.

"god, you so fuckin' pretty," he murmured against your skin, his hands roaming your body, reacquainting themselves with every curve. he hitched your dress up higher, his fingers tracing the edge of your lace panties. "these in the way, mama."

with a swift movement, he pushed your panties to the side exposing your wet core, "shit, i missed this pussy. she missed daddy, baby?"

zilla's fingers were replaced by his hard length, rubbing against you. you didn't remember when he got the time to take his dick out his pants, but thank the stars above. you finally were about to get what you've nearly been wishing for and more, "fuck me, zilla. i missed you so much."

he slid into you, filling you up in one long stroke. your eyes rolled back as your body stretched to accommodate him. it had been too long since you'd felt him this way, inside you, claiming you as his own. the way his dick filled you perfectly made your mind go numb. you wrapped an arm around his neck bringing his lips to your owns. you let out a strangled whine as began to stroke, your pussy still getting used to the filling of being so full again.

he started moving slowly, dragging his hips back until you were nearly empty before filling you back up letting you adjust, and repeating the process until the coarse hair at the base of his cock tickled your clit.

"zilla!" you yelped as a particular thrust made him swipe over that special spot inside of you

"shh, shh don't wake him up, mama." he replied throwing a hand over your mouth to keep you moans at bay — careful not to wake your sleeping boy down the hall. "so fuckin' pretty just taking all this dick. I should nut all up in yo pretty ass.”

your moans and screams were muffled into zilla's hand. your eyes rolling towards the back of your head. you were in complete bliss right now. zilla's hips moved with a primal rhythm, each thrust driving you higher up the wall. your dress bunched around your waist, the silky fabric sliding against your skin with every movement. your panties, pushed hastily to the side, were soaked with your arousal — same as the floor beneath you. zilla's thickness stretched and filled you completely, your walls clenching around him, trying to draw him even deeper.

"that's it, mama," he panted, his hips pounding you against the wall. "take this dick. show me how much you missed it."

you arched your back, pressing your chest against his as you sought more friction. zilla's free hand slid down to grip your ass, kneading the flesh as he lifted you slightly, changing the angle. the new position had him hitting your g-spot with every stroke, and you saw stars behind your closed eyelids. you wrapped your legs tighter around his waist, your heels digging into his lower back, urging him on. your nails raked down his muscular back, leaving small rips in his tank top. zilla dipped his head, trailing hot kisses along your collarbone and down to the swell of your breasts.

your breath hitched as your belly started to tighten around his dick. zilla let out a quiet menacing chuckle into your ear, "wassup baby? you wanna cum? keep wettin' this dick up. make that shit spit fa me."

tears pricked your eyes as you shut them tightly. the pressure built up in your stomach and cum dripped down your legs — unable to store all of it in your pussy with his dick pummeling inside of you. zilla groaned, feeling your walls clench around him. "that's it, baby," he praised, his movements becoming erratic as he chased his own release. "fuck, I'm gonna cum. want me to fill you up, mama?"

your eyes were crossed and your head was spent, only focusing on the feeling of cumming all over him and the pleasure radiating through your body.

he let out a groan as he released every drop of his cum into you without thinking twice. his hips stuttering as he followed you over the edge. he gripped your ass, his hips bucking upwards, emptying ropes of his cum deep inside of you—filling you to the brim with his seed. some of it running down his dick, to his legs, and onto the floor. It felt too good to pull out and he wasn’t going to.

as you both came down from your high, zilla slowly removed his hand from your mouth, replacing it with a tender kiss on your bottom lip as you continued to shake and twitch in his arms. the feeling of his warm cum so deep inside you, triggering another mini orgasm. your body continued to convulse as every nerve ending in your body exploded, "yo ass happy you finally got some dick?"

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(think i might make this a series tbh.)

[cloudskissme]

☁️ Libations ☁️

“Uce and I may have had a libation or 2 on the bus.”

☁️ pairing: black fem reader x drunk jey uso

☁️ warning: MDNI, libations, smut, friends to fuckers, secret hook up, fingering in public, drunk sex, panties stuffed in your mouth, public risk

☁️ summary: Jey and Cody won a tag team match. No belts, but it still a big ass win. so now you are celebrating— with a libation or two and sex.

Of course, the OTC makes a match for him to sit out of and let Cody and Jey fight Bron Breakker and Bronson Reed for him.

And they win— barely, bruised, very tired.

Yet they won.

As they were in the locker room changing, Jimmy leaned on the doorframe holding a big bottle of Henny with a big ass smile on his face. Cody and Jey smile a bit. Then it’s all big laughs as Sami starts dancing— just happy because they won.

It’s a small after party on the tour bus. Roman, Rhea, Brandi, and Naomi are also there as well.

Roman in a corner off to himself—sipping on a short glass of Henny, chilling like the OTC he is. Jimmy and Naomi dancing to the music. Cody and Brandi being classy next to the mini bar. Sami, Rhea, and Jey are talking about if Jey would have got one more Tsunami from Bronson Reed, his career would have been over.

Jokes, of course.

Then there’s a knock on the door. Jimmy goes to answer it— a big smirk appears on his face. He moves out the way and Solo comes in.

“Little big brother here. And I brought a surprise for one of the winners.”

Jey looks confused at his brother’s words— then he sees the surprise and his mouth drops.

The music is loud, but your entrance is louder— bolder and sexier. Everyone couldn’t help, but stare at you. The way your dress shows off your curves. Holding your mini bag all innocent. Your hair is not too much, not too little— just right. You look like a model. No, a Goddess.

You���ve known the Fatu family since you were 15. Your mom and Rikishi have been friends since high school. You and your mom were invited to everything that the Fatu family had— cookouts, birthday parties, weddings, etc.

You were cool with everyone— you just bond more with Solo. He always teased you, thinking you wanted his older brother, Jey. You didn’t though. And Jey always saw you as “lil sis” anyways.

Afterwards, life happened. He became a wrestler and you became a tattoo artist. The only reason you two reconnected was because you had to do touch-ups on Jimmy's tattoo. Jey sat there quietly— secretly admiring your beauty. Afterwards, he swore he would get a tattoo from you— never did, but he did keep in contact.

Every time a show is in your city, Jey hits you up. “I’m in the city, pull up.” “You good, ma? I’m in your city next week. Lemme see you.”

You never go to see him. You didn’t want to seem like a groupie. You already tattoo famous people and you get rumors of sleeping with them. You didn’t want it to be that with Jey— especially since you’ve known him and his family for so long.

He even texted you today for you to pull up on him after his win tonight. You lied and told him you were out of town.

But when Solo texted you: “Pull up for real. It’s just a celebration.” You had to come then.

Solo glances at Jey for a moment and back at you, “Told you.”

“Shut up, Joseph.” You roll your eyes playfully.

You make your way around— hugging Naomi who you haven’t seen in a while. Brandi compliments your dress, your hair, just your complete aura.

Jimmy looks at Jey and smirks, “Let’s pour up to that damn entrance.”

Everyone laughs and takes a shot. Except for Sami who takes a shot of water. The fun just definitely just got started.

No one has ever seen Jey stuck this way before. Rhea and Sami start teasing him.

“I’ve never seen Uce so struck before. Do you know her, Sami?” Rhea asks.

Sami shakes his head, “No. But he looks like he’s ready to risk it all for her.”

Jey chuckles, “Chill. Mind your business.”

He takes another shot and makes his way to you. You both trying to look cool and not thirsty at all for each other. But it’s hard when you look like trouble and he looks like he can tame your trouble.

“Thought you was out of town?” He says, half-serious, half-teasing.

“All that matters is that I’m here.” You smile at him and your eyes drift down to his chain.

Your finger lifts up his chain and you look at it— the way it shines even in this dim light.

“You looked amazing out there. Congratulations on the win.”

He chuckles a bit, “So all I needed to do was to win to see you?”

“I mean it’s a good reason.” You smirk at him and he shakes his head.

“You always make me work hard to get to you, huh.” His tongue glides across his bottom lip.

“Yeah, because you love chasing after me.” You giggle and sip from your glass.

“Hell yeah because I love that view from behind.” His hand snakes around your waist and to your ass.

He isn’t shy with his ass grip. He grabs a handful. You gasp and shake your head.

“You should chill. Before someone sees us.” You giggle.

“Too late for that one.” Sami chuckles. “Sorry to interrupt you two’s moment. But Jey, I’ll be right back. I ran out of sparkling water.”

Jey just nods his head and Sami is off his way.

As the night progresses— with matches on the TV and more bottles being open, you and Jey get closer by the night. You’re sitting on his lap while watching Iyo Sky and Stephanie Vaquer fight.

Though, you couldn’t pay attention with Jey’s fingers inside your panties. You keep shifting on his lap the more pleasure he brings you.

“Stop moving. You’re going to get us caught.” He whispers softly against your neck.

You grip his thighs tightly, quiet whimpering as his fingers curl and pump inside you fast.

“Everyone thinks you’re so calm right now.” Jey grins, “But I feel how wet this pussy is for me.”

Iyo lands a moonsault and pins Vaquer for the win. Everyone cheers— except for you, who lets out a moan that’s only audible to Jey. His fingers drag out your panties covered in your slick.

“Come to the back with me.” Jey offers you.

You waste no time and get off him. You two pass everyone else as you sneak off into the back of the bus.

Jey wastes no time. He pushes you against the window— hiking up your dress to your stomach and sliding your panties to the ground. He frees himself out of his sweatpants— already hard, already leaking.

He rubs his tip against your clit, “Are you going to be quiet for me?”

You instantly moan out loud, “Oh fuck!”

He smacks your ass and rubs his tip slower against you. “You’re going to have to be quiet. Can you do it for me?”

You bite your lip and nod your head yes. He smiles as he pushes himself inside you. You slide your hand down the window as you muffle a moan from your mouth. He was bigger than you expected— already in so deep, stretching you out in the best way.

He gives you no time to adjust to him, he grips your hips as fucks you hard as if he’s mad at you for lying to him. Or because he hates the fact that you’ve been holding off on giving him your wet ass pussy.

You let out a strangled moan as your hands keep trying to grip the window.

He lifts one of your legs up and starts slamming into you. You moan so loud and try to push him away. He shakes his head no and pins it against your back.

“No. You’re going to take this dick.” He takes his other hand and covers your mouth.

His thrusts don’t slow down. The faster and deeper they get, the louder you get. Then he hits that spot. Mistake. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you let out a slight scream. He chuckles in your ear.

You muffle your answer— which makes him smirk.

He pulls out for a second to grab your panties from off your ankles. He pulls them up and places them by your lip.

“Open.” He demands.

You part your lips and he stuffs the soft lace in your mouth and resumes driving himself back inside you.

But not even the panties could stop how loud you were. Every time Jey slams inside you, they would fall from your mouth and you would hurry to place them back in before he made another moan escape from your mouth.

If you didn’t give it away, the loud wet clapping sounds definitely give it away. Your legs are trembling as Jey drives himself deeper inside you as if he has a point to prove to you. Besides, Jey didn’t even want you to be quiet. He wanted to hear your slutty sounds anyways.

Then Cody notices.

He glances towards the back of the bus, then he blinks repeatedly when the realization hits, “No fuckin’ way.”

He chuckles and turns the TV off. He claps and whistles to drain the sounds out. “Ight, party’s outside. Drinks outside.”

Jimmy groans, “Man, what the hell?”

“Out.” Cody says sternly.

Everyone looks at him, confused— they follow his directions and head out.

You and Jey catch the movement of everyone getting off the bus.

His hand goes to your lips and he removes the panties from your mouth, “You can be as loud as you want now. They are not going to hear you over that engine.”

His fingers dig into your skin, pulling you closer. His strokes are slow and deep.

You let out the cry that was stuck in your throat as he grabs your thigh to pull you back on him.

“You want more, baby girl?" He asks you, voice low and dangerous.

You whimper, “Yes. Yes, please give me more, Jey.”

He grins, “Then take it.”

He grabs your hips, dragging you down his dick— giving you deeper and harder. Your fingers claw the window as your breath fogs the window even more. You try to push him away again— just for him to pin your arms on your back.

“You said you want more. You can take it.” He smacks your ass.

Your legs buckle and your eyes roll in the back of your head. He leans up and kisses your neck, “You feel that. Stop running from it.”

You nod your head— frantically. Your whines only made him go deeper. You start clenching around him.

“Josh, I’m finna cum. Please let me cum.” You whine and whimper.

“That pretty pussy wanna make a mess for me.” Jey grips your ass. “What’s my name?”

“Daddy!” You whine out low.

“Louder!”

“DADDY FUCK!” You scream out as you make a mess on his lower body.

You bite your lip as you feel him twitching inside you. You start throwing it back on him— barely since your legs are still buckling like crazy. He throws his head back and shuts his eyes.

“Shiiit.” He grips your ass tight.

“Nut in my pussy, Josh. Please nut in me.” You whine as you go faster throwing it back.

“Fuck. You want this nut, baby.” He growls.

You nod frantically, “Yes. Yes. Fill me up baby.” You fold under him.

His jaw clenches tightly before it hits him. A broken moan comes out his mouth as he pulls your waist closer to him as he releases inside you. You close your eyes and slide your hand down the window as he coats your insides.

When he pulls out, your legs finally give out. You almost fall, but he catches you. He chuckles and kisses your forehead.

“I didn’t go too hard on you?” He asks you.

You shake your head no and giggle.

As you two get dressed and make yourselves presentable, before going outside.

Outside, Sami tries to come in the tour bus, but Roman stops him— no words, just a nod to the fogged up window. Sami chuckles and shakes his head.

A few minutes later, you two come out of the bus. Jimmy, Cody, Roman, and Sami all have smirks on their faces. You look at Jey and giggle. Everyone else is completely oblivious to the situation.

“Come on, Uce. We got an interview.” Cody says.

You want to be around Jey more, but you know work calls. You kiss his cheek and whisper in his ear. He chuckles and nods his head to you.

Cody and Jey go to the interview room. Both being goofy and cocky little shits. Cody sits like a drunk professional mess as Jey has his glasses on slightly crooked as well as his chain. They are making inside jokes with each other— barely answering any questions from the interviewers. The interviewer asks them what exactly got them in a good mood after their win.

Cody gives Jey a side eye and he laughs, “Uce and I may have had a libation or 2 on the bus.”

Cody tries to say it simply. Jey subtly makes it known it was more than the libations.

“I had way more than two libations.” He grins and daps up Cody.

“Yeah, this man had a whole party by himself.” Cody jokes around with him.

Jey throws his hands down, “Yeet.”

[cloudskissme]

☁️ Ignore Me, I Like It ☁️

☁️ pairing: black fem reader x dom Rhea Ripley

☁️ warnings: MDNI, smut, neck biting, dirty talk, sex on the couch, praise kink, mommy kink, slightly angsty, slow burn

☁️ summary: reader tries to initiate sex with Rhea, but between training and RAW, she’s tired. Or so she thinks.

“Mommy, can we do it tonight?” You roll your face in her neck, leaving small pecks.

Rhea groans and pushes you off. Her training was excruciating, not to mention yesterday’s show of RAW. She had to go against Naomi for her belt, yet she wasn’t able to take that belt from Naomi. She felt defeated and you knew it.

The rejection was hard—your attitude was harder. You groan back at her and stand up and walk to the kitchen. You pour yourself a glass of wine and head to your office, without looking back.

Rhea doesn’t follow you— not at first. You leave the door open just a bit. Even though your jaws are clenched, you keep a natural smile on your face. Then you hear it. The floor creaks under her boots. She’s coming— of course, she is.

She slides in your office and sits on the couch. You just sip your wine and do some paperwork for your work. You were currently on vacation from your job— your last day in two more days. You want to be ahead of the program. That way, when you go back, there’s not much to do.

You met Rhea through your job actually— photography. You were taking pictures backstage for the media team for WWE. Rhea came in with great energy and vibes— also very loud.

She didn’t say hi. Just stared down the lens like it owed her something. Sat in the chair, legs spread, hands on her thighs, biting the inside of her cheek while you adjusted lighting.

“Don’t make me look pretty,” she said. “Make me look like a threat.”

And fuck, did you.

You loved her energy from afar— but it was just a job. You snap the picture and she looks incredible. She loves it. She swears that from now on, she only wants her pictures taken by you.

The picture went viral almost three minutes after it was posted. You woke up to a lot of new followers— including Rhea herself.

Now you’re sitting across from her—absorbing her shitty ass mood. She bites her lip before speaking.

“So did you edit my last pictures from the shoot from Evolution?”

You didn’t answer— just sip your wine and type on the computer, confirming a client on the calendar.

She knows you edited her last set of pictures. You take your work on your girlfriend very seriously.

She clears her throat, voice light, “This is working for me.”

You roll your eyes and keep working— editing and confirming appointments.

She walks up to you and sits on the desk. Her lips twitch, amused at your nonchalant expression.

“I said… this silent treatment thing is working for me.”

You continue to ignore her and grab your wine glass and take another long sip. As soon as you put it down, you feel her hand snake around your throat.

“But you’re going to talk to mommy, baby girl.”

There’s a scratch in her tone, soft and dangerous. You know it’s more of a promise than a threat, but you didn’t care. You look her in her eyes and you act as if you’re unfazed, but secretly you are about to jump on her.

She pecks your lips and slowly starts kissing you in your favorite way— wet and sloppy. You try to push her away, but she doesn’t bulge at all— her grip only tightens around your neck. Her tongue slides over your lips, trails down to your jawline, and finally to your ear.

She pulls away from your neck and looks at you. Your expression falters— showing slight weakness. But not enough to just let her fuck right away. She smirks and pulls your chair back.

“Are you going to talk to mommy?”

You just look at her and slowly you start to crack at how beautiful she was. Her tattoos, her muscles, her eyes. Everything about Rhea… just screamed, masterpiece.

But no— you’re not falling for her so quickly.

You just resume your work and sip your wine.

Her smirk falters. She picks you up, making a yelp escape your lips, and your body is tossed on the couch. Rhea climbs on top of you and starts kissing all over your neck. You try to act like you’re in control—but your hips are already buckling.

“And the wine kicks in 3…2…1.”

And on cue, the wine kicks in, making you a lil warm inside— feeling sexy about yourself.

Her mouth finds your collarbone and your breathing stops briefly. Her tongue glides around as she tastes some of her victory.

No words come out your mouth telling her you wanted her— it was in the way you arch your back. The way you parted your legs just enough so she can snuggle up in between them.

Her hand presses against your inner thigh and that’s it. You let out a moan as your body jerks up.

“There’s Mommy’s slutty girl.” She laughs slightly.

You roll your eyes and snap an attitude to her, “You could have just said yes when I first asked you.”

She nods her head in agreement, “Could have done a lot of things.”

Her hands slide in your panties and start rubbing your clit, “But when you pout because you can’t get your way? It turns me on.”

Her teeth sink into the side of your neck. You moan as your body starts squirming under her. Her tongue licks the bite before sliding up to your ear again.

She whispers, low and breathy, “Baby girl, I’m going to ruin you. Nice and slow.”

She dips her fingers lower, pushing them past your soaked entrance— without a warning. She slides into your tight pussy. You clench onto them.

“So fucking needy.” She breaths against your neck.

She speeds up her pace and curls her fingers inside you just right. Your breath hitches and your hands jerks more to her hand as more moans escape your mouth.

Her head snakes lower to your pussy and she goes down on you. She sucks on your clit as her fingers are hitting your spot.

Your legs lock onto Rhea’s shoulders as she lifts your hips off the couch as if you weigh nothing. She brings your pussy closer to her face. You quietly gasp and thread your fingers through her hair. Your thighs tremble around her head.

“Fuck, mommy. Right there, yes.” You grab your chest as your body squirms more.

She smirks, “Keep squirming. I love watching you fold for me.’

She slows her pace down, knowing that it was going to drive you insane.

You let out a low aggravated moan. You bite your lip and start riding her face a bit, hoping it would bring you closer to your orgasm. She smirks at you.

“Impatient? I’ll get you there, baby girl. Mommy promise.”

Her fingers pick up their pace, in a perfect sync with the torture her tongue is giving you. You gasp for air and let out the sexiest moan for Rhea.

“Please…. Please don’t stop. Don’t ever fucking stop.” You moan out as you cup your breast in your hand. You look in her eyes with the most sultry smile.

She smiles back at you, “You keep looking at me like that, you’re going to make a mess for me. I promise you.”

You bite your lip and keep looking at her, dripping your essences out a little bit as you feel the promise settling deep in your core.

She pushes her fingers deeper inside and they are no longer teasing your spot, they are hitting your spot at a fast pace. Her mouth is still sucking and pulling on your clit.

She looks at you without pulling away. Her eyes tell you, “Make a mess for me, baby girl. Let me taste every last drop of you.”

You grip the couch and let out a high pitched squeal as you let go of your orgasm. And her eyes don’t lie. She tastes every last drop of you.

She smiles and lays you back on the couch. She hovers over your face. You open your mouth. A trail of her saliva mixed with your cum connects into your mouth.

And of course, you swallow it.

You look at her hand and you see it covers your cum. You tease her fingertips before you part your lips and guide them in your mouth, sucking them nice and slow.

“Needy, baby girl. You can’t get enough of yourself.” She chuckles and grips your thigh.

You smile and shake your head no to her.

“Atta girl.”

[cloudskissme]

~~~🏷️ Taglist

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If you would like to be apart of my taglist, please let me know and what you would prefer to be tagged in.

Examples:

@cloudskissme:

Yahya Abdul Mateen, SMUT Only.

@cloudskissme:

all your work

@cloudskissme:

your toxic ass oc universe with the girl that’s fucking her best friend’s man but i lowkey ship it.

@cloudskissme:

your fairy world story only

@cloudskissme:

Jey Uso, fluff only

yes maybe this was a plug to show you my stories that i have right now. i don’t have a jey uso, but definitely the middle two and two yahya stories that are just sitting collecting dust and cobwebs.

[cloudskissme]

☁️ Welcome to CloudsKissMe ☁️

soft skies, soft heart, soft chaos

✨ about me ✨

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my name is myah. black, august leo, 21 about to 22, pansexual, in a very complicated talking stage and did i also mention i’m kinda of a college dropout? … i don’t have it figured out at all, so i escape with my writing. i’m a gamer as well. i play on ps5. i dip and dab in poetry here and there. and yes, i do have an old tumblr still active … i wanted a VERY FRESH START OVER (but if you want to check out my old works: @backwoodssbby) and i hated the aesthetic and I wanted to change it… also … yes … i’m very indecisive and very sensitive and very drastic. but… i’m also pretty as hell too.

🖊️ about my writings

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the main two things IMPORTANT things i want to say:

☁️: i write black fem reader x “…” ONLY (always and forever).

☁️: this page isn’t fully MDNI, but like if it’s a work that says MDNI… MINORS DON’T *CENSORED* INTERACT. and if you still do… you hardheaded as hell.

please keep those two in mind!!!

i write fluff, smut, angst, slow burns, aus, etc.

i will also have ocs. going to tell you now, my ocs are in their own universe so they are going to be intertwined. like one character from one book might be cousins or friends with someone from another book. i will possibly do a family tree when it comes to it.

i’ll probably make another oc universe in the future as well.

i’ll write for anyone i know. like yahya abdul-mateen ii because that’s my man. trevante rhodes, aaron pierre, michael b jordan, etc. i’ll even try and write about their character they play as; example: michael b jordan as smoke or stack from sinners, or rj cyler as lamont from rap sh!t or him as jim beckworth in the harder they fall. if it’s a movie or show i haven’t watched, i won’t swim in that, because i want that character to be authentic, but then again … it’s my writing so i could just make people different… i’m rambling… NEXT

i’ll also write about wrestlers, athletes, rappers/singers. examples: jey uso, stephen curry, skilla baby. another example: cody rhodes, jalen hurts, brent faiyaz.

and don’t forget women… i love women.

also let’s add the downfall of me being a writer, i’m not constant. i don’t even text my friends back. but when it comes to writing, i tend to write slow as hell and that shit aggravates me and i’ll stop writing. but i want to try and stay focus. so if you stay, thank you. seriously from the bottom of my heart.

also, i’ll reply to comments this time… i was so shy to reply to comments, but i really love the engagement and love. it’s so refreshing.

📖 my writings

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masterlist coming…

WIP- work in process…

request as of now CLOSE …

🎶 song of the day

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i love me a good jam, so i want to share the songs that constantly stay on my mind. sometimes it’s a mood, sometimes it’s a messages.

🗣️ rants & diary

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honestly, i need a vent and rant space and also i need to learn to not share a lot as well. so why not do an internet diary and vent space so millions can tell me that i have issues? but i’m not always going to vent, i’ll share some delusional ass thoughts of mines.

🏷️ taglist

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info. to be added to the taglist જ⁀➴ °•☁︎•°

#️⃣ hashtags

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my hashtags will be as follows:

☁️ my books: cloudythoughts, cloudskissme writes

☁️ wip: clouds in the making

☁️ song of the day: cloudy tunes, cloudy vibes, cloudskissme sotd

☁️ masterlist: all my cloudy dreams, cloudskissme masterlist

☁️ requests: cloudskissme requests

☁️ rants + diary: stormy clouds, head in the clouds (for my delusions)

i think that’s it for this navigation. thank you for reading and i hope you enjoy this journey with me.