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Seducing Price

Okay so this is like a excerpt from my very first ff Nigtmares become true solider, I think this fanfic is to big to post on Tumblr, but I still wanted to post at least one of my favorite scenes from it.

Pairing: John Price x Reader ( I perspective tho, Readers callsign is Sunshine)

TW: Oralsex, seduction, Cum play , body worship , John Price on his knees for you

I went to the training center; my training uniform was in the washer, and I just hoped I didn't have some rookies who barely finished their puberty in the hall since I put on just a green sports bra and yoga leggings that hugged every curve of my body—leaving absolutely no place for imagination.

To my surprise, John was in the gym lifting weights, only wearing a tight compression shirt and grey sweatpants—oh no. I smiled and greeted him.

"No one's here, lovely. You can greet me properly." He pressed me against his sweaty body, kissing me with pure passion.

"Training your arms today?"

"Full body," he smirked, flexing his arm muscles. I giggled at this act—behind all this Captain exterior, he was just a man.

"How much do you lift?"

"250 lbs. What are you training today, lovely?" I swallowed hard; that explains a lot.

"Just some flexibility and stretching."

"Like yoga?" his voice sounded hoarse.

"Yes."

"Explains the outfit."

"You don't like it?" I asked him teasingly.

"A bit distracting." I gave him another kiss and went to a corner where I started to go into the downward-facing dog, wiggling my ass in John's direction.

"Sun," he said, scolding me while pushing the weight to the side.

"What?"

"Stop being a tease."

"I'm not a tease."

"You are."

I rolled my eyes and went to another position, John's eyes still lingering on me. He pulled the heavy weights, groaning deep, his hoarse voice only sounding more extreme. Now he is being a tease. But two can play that game.

"Can you spot me, love? I want to try a bit more on the bench press."

"Of course." We danced around each other for hours in the gym, teasing each other, sharing hidden touches when someone was near. When a rookie came in and tried to flirt with me; the jealousy in John's eyes was immaculate.

"You behaved nice, John," I chuckled.

"Wanted to rip that muppet apart." I went over to John, pressing my hand against his chest while he sat down, my legs fiddling between his spread legs.

"A bit close, love."

"Do you mind?"

"A bit."

"John, can you help me with sparring?" I asked him nicely.

"Oh lovely, you don't know what you're asking."

We began to spar, and to my surprise, he didn't take it easy on me. He didn't underestimate me like Soap and Kyle do; he didn't make dumb mistakes, and so I landed on my ass every time.

"If you wanted to bruise my ass, you could have just asked."

"Fucking minx."

He pinned me down, his knee pressing into my thighs a bit too close to my sweet spot, earning a little moan. He let go of me, looking at me like I'm crazy, so I pinned him down and sat down on his lap, pressing my hips against his erection, while leaning down to kiss him. He grabbed my ass and deepened that kiss before pinning me down and standing up. He helped me up, and I thought he would initiate something, but he didn't.

After the spare, he went away quickly, leaving me alone and flustered in the training center. I was weighing my options. I could go into my room and take care of the problem for myself, or I could just take a cold relaxing shower.

I grabbed a bikini from my room, towels, and my favorite shower products and went to the community shower stalls, hoping I would still catch him there.

I went down and removed my clothes, the sound of water falling against the stall, made me hope John was there. I went with my bikini for the sake of catching anyone else than John there.

But there he stood completely naked under the shower; his brown hair was black and damp because of the water; he was muscular like I thought, but not lean like Kyle or Keegan; he had these thick, delicious muscles. His dog tags clung around his chest, and his chest was covered with hair, making him look more masculine than I could take.

My eyes wandered down. He had a prominent V line and a fucking happy trail that made me rethink my complete life choices. It was followed by soft black curls between his thighs. and the most beautiful dick I ever saw.

I always laughed at people who said they were beautiful, but wow, I just wanted to kneel in front of him and suck him dry. He was big, maybe not the longest I had, but definitely the thickest I ever had, with prominent veins and a red inviting tip. He wasn't circumstanced, which only added to his appeal. I planned to seduce him, not the other way around.

"Sun, what are you doing here? This is the man's shower room."

"Community shower, "I corrected him, sneaky.

"No, you have a room with a shower because you are the only woman on base."

"But it's bonding to share a shower with your comrades."

"If you take a shower with Soap-"

"I won't do it; I don't want them to be hurt."

"Sun-"

"Yes, Captain?"

"Fuck"

"Something wrong?"

"Anyone could walk in here."

"Is that a problem for you when someone else sees me like this? I'm pretty covered up."

"For how long?"

I slowly started to remove my bikini top, freeing my breasts from the tiny fabric, my nipples already hardening under the friction of the water. Then I removed my bikini thong, throwing it in John's direction, who caught it with ease and couldn't stop staring down at my naked body like a predator who saw his prey.

"Is that what you want?" he asked, his voice low and rough. "To be caught like this, your cunt wrapped around my cock?"

"No, sir, I only want to take a shower in peace," I said, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

"Then stop teasing me," he growled, pulling me against him. His cock pressed against my stomach. "You've been teasing me the whole day, and now you're even walking in my shower."

"I'm not teasing you, sir."

"You fucking are," he snapped, losing his patience. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back roughly, forcing me to look into his blue eyes. "I've been hard for you all day," he whispered fiercely.

"You say it like it's a bad thing; it's natural, you know."

"It's not," he groaned. "It's fucking heaven." He pushed me against the shower wall, pinning me there with his body. His cock rubbed against me, leaving a wet trail of pre-cum on my skin. "You're making me lose my control, love."

"Why don't you give me what I want, John?"

His eyes flared hotter than a blowtorch at the thought of giving in to me. He knew exactly what I wanted. "Because for once I want to make it right, I do not want you to think I only want to fuck you."

"John please" He couldn't resist my pleas any longer. He lifted my leg and wrapped them around his waist, positioning himself at my entrance. He looked into my eyes, seeing the need and desire burning there. "You want this?" he asked, his voice rough with lust.

"Yes, John, I want you."

"Fuck, lovely, you make me lose any self-control."

"John, I know you want more than just sex; you do not need to prove anything to me."

"You're wrong," he growled, his eyes burning with passion. "I don't need to prove anything to you. But goddammit, I want to show you how much I fucking adore you." He lets me go and get back on the ground, trying his hardest not to just take me right now. He started to shower normally again as if nothing had happened between us.

I slowly started to soap up my body, putting the soap over my hard nipples and releasing a soft moan as my shower gel fell to the ground by accident. Of course, I bent over. Picking it up revealing a perfect sight of my glistering cunt to him.

John couldn't help but stare at my ass as I bent over, his cock twitching with desire. He forced himself to turn around and grab a towel, drying off his body fast as he tried to regain some semblance of control.

"Why are you already leaving, John?"

John turned around slowly, his eyes burning with raw passion. "Because I'm trying to be the man you deserve," he growled, "and that means controlling this damn cock of mine." He pulled me into his embrace, his erection pressing against my stomach.

"You are the man I deserve, John; you've always been the one I want."

"Say that again, lovely," he groaned, kissing me deeply. His hands roamed over my body, squeezing my ass and pulling me even closer. He broke the kiss and gazed into my eyes, his own filled with desire and love.

I wrapped my arms around him and deepened the kiss.

"God, you taste so fucking good," he murmured against my lips before trailing kisses down my neck and collarbone. His hands slowly roamed over my boobs, caressing them and slowly planting kisses on them. He spent a bit too much time sucking on my nipples; this man surely had an oral fixation.

I moaned softly as he stimulated my breasts. Johns's fingers traced delicate patterns on my stomach, making their way lower toward my soaked mound. His breath hitched as he finally found what he was looking for: my wet, swollen clit. "You're so fucking beautiful, the most beautiful woman on earth, do you know that?"

"Mhm, John, please."

"Your beautiful eyes, your smooth skin, and those gorgeous tits that fill my hands so perfectly," he whispered before teasing my clit with his thumb. "I want to devour you whole."

"Stop it. You make me crazy, John," I whined.

"I never stop complimenting you, especially when you're getting so flustered easily." He slowly starts to press one of his thick fingers into my puffy hole. But I wanted him to feel good, so I removed John Fingers from my sweet spot and fell on my knees for him, wanting to suck him off.

"What are you doing, lovely?" He lifted me from my knees. "You never been with a real men before? You always come first." With that, he pinned me against the shower and started to spread my lips again. "Didn't Keegan take care of your sweet cunt properly, always leaving you unsatisfied?" He circled his thumb on my clit while slowly pressing his thick fingers into my pleading hole again.

"John," I moaned his name; it felt so fucking good. His calloused fingers only added to the friction.

"That's it, lovely; scream my name." His voice was deep and husky as he began to pump his fingers in and out of my tight, wet hole. His thumb continued to rub my clit in circles, driving me wild with pleasure. "so fucking tight."

"John, please, I'm close." I felt embarrassed at how fast he got me to my height.

"Cum for Daddy, my beautiful Sun," he growled, kissing my neck. "Show me how much you love it." His fingers moved faster, pressing deeper as he teased my clit harder. "That's it, sweetheart. Let go". John held me tight, his hands pressing firmly against my hips as I rode out my orgasm. When my body relaxed beneath him, he pulled his fingers out of my slick pussy and gently kissed my neck. "That's my good girl," He licked my juices from his finger, moaning in pleasure.

"Can you give me a second one, lovely?"

I nodded slowly, completely drunk from my high.

"Good girl." He pushed my legs apart again and knelt in front of me. I never had a man who fucking kneeled in front of me; it had something alluring, especially when he was my fucking superior. He planted kisses on my thighs, leaving love bites on them marking his territory. John started to lick my sensitive lips, his tongue darting in and out of my hole, teasing my entrance.

"God, you taste like scotch feels."

"What?"

"Addicting, burning, and fucking exquisite." He had his things with words, making me clench around him all the time when he said the sweetest praises as if I were a goddess to him.

His other hand went to my clit, rubbing it gently before starting to pinch it between his fingers.

I pulled on his wet hair, pressing his tongue only further into my throbbing hole, his beard giving me sensations I never felt in his life, always coming close to my clit making me flinch from passion and pain at the same time.

"You like that, huh?" He chuckled against my flesh, loving the way I moaned and bucked beneath him. "You want more, don't you?" He continued to lick and suck on my clit while pinching it gently with his fingers.

I whined and shook and was barely able to stand straight. He held me in place, supporting my body weight and making me feel safe as he ate me out like a starved man. He licked every drop of me, not letting one sip of my delicious nectar go to waste. His moans vibrated against my clit and I asked myself if he enjoyed it even more than I did.

"That's it, my sweet girl," he murmured, his voice vibrating against my sensitive skin. "Cum for me again." His fingers slid deeper into my pussy, curling to find that perfect spot inside me.

"Oh my god, John." With a final flick of his tongue, I came hard, my juices running along his tongue, and he took them greedily, his tongue lapping up every last drop. He groaned as he felt my walls clenching around his fingers inside me. When I finally stopped shaking, he pulled away and grinned, "That was fucking fantastic; taste so divine almost made me cum from just your taste."

His beard was full of me, and his blue eyes still looked hungry at me. I wanted to return the favor so much; he just gave me the best orgasm of my life. I slowly moved my hand to his throbbing length. John let out a moan as he felt my hand on his length. "Oh, fuck, Sun," he still removed my Hand.

"Give me one more orgasm, and you can have my cock all you want, sweet girl," he said, looking at me with a serious expression.

"But John," I whined. I wasn't sure if I could take another one.

"No, but John, you asked for this, remember?" His fingers found their way again to my overstimulated clit.

"John"

He continued to tease me, circling my clit with his fingers as he leaned down to capture one of my nipples in his mouth.

"Mhm, please, too much, John."

"You can barely take it, can you?" He chuckled around, biting down on my nipple. "Just one more push and I'll give you what you want." He moved his fingers a little faster, his thumb pressing harder against my clit.

I shook under him, completely senseless and overstimulated. "That's it, my beautiful girl," he whispered. "Let go and cum for me." His thumb flicked over my clit as his fingers pumped into me.

"Almost there, I'm so proud of you," he moaned, my inner walls clenching around his fingers. "So tight, so fucking good." He thrust his fingers in and out of me faster, his thumb circling in tight circles.

"I'm going to cum John." From my face fell happy tears. God, am I crying?

His eyes softened as he looked at me. "Let go, love; I've got you." He pressed his thumb more firmly against my clit and started a firm rhythm with his fingers inside me pressing against my G-spot. "Cum for me, sweetheart. I want to feel you shake with pleasure."

I came screaming his name; the whole base probably heard this - my juices are spilling over his hand. His mouth left my nipple to capture the sweet sounds of my pleasure. "Fuck," he groaned, "you're so beautiful when you cum." He went down on his knees and started licking me clean.

"John, what are you doing?"

"I want to taste you," he murmured against my skin, his tongue swirling around my folds. He pushed two fingers back inside of me and started a slow rhythm as he licked and sucked on my abused clit. "Tell me if you want me to stop."

"I thought you said only three." I whined; I couldn't take it anymore. Couldn't he be more selfish?

"I lied," he said with a wicked grin. "But only because I want you to cum again." He continued to finger me while his mouth worked on my clit, determined to make me come once more. "I can't help myself; you taste fucking divine."

I was so overstimulated that I came in Seconds. He was pleased with my response, his arousal growing as he tasted my sweet nectar. "Fuck, Sun," he groaned against my skin. "You're so fucking responsive." He slowly pulled away, his fingers leaving me feeling empty.

"Let me take care of you now, John, please."

He helped me down on my knees. "Tell me if it gets too uncomfortable, okay?"

"Please," I whispered as I wrapped my warm, soft lips around him, taking him deep into my mouth. I removed my lips from him and started to lick the precum away from his slit, tracing down his cockhead and kissing the veins on his cock. "The most beautiful dick I've ever seen."

John's breath caught in his throat at my words. He groaned lowly as I licked him clean and kissed his cock. "Fuck," he gasped, "you're going to drive me insane."

I just smiled and continued to worship his dick with small kisses. He reached down and gently guided my head, urging me to take more of him into my mouth. He couldn't believe the feelings coursing through him; the desire to feel my lips wrapped around his cock was almost overwhelming. "Goddamn," he whispered, "

I heard his plead and took him deeper almost completely, my nose tickling against his curls. John's hips began to thrust gently into my mouth, his hands tangling in my hair. "Fuck, love," he moaned, "you were made for this." He got closer and closer to the edge, his cock throbbing in my warm, wet mouth.

I bobbed my head up and down while playing with his full balls, squeezing them a bit. John groaned loudly, arching his back as he pushed deeper into my mouth. "Shit," he panted, "you're amazing." I fastened my pace, taking everything He gave me while gaging a bit because of His massive thickness.

He could feel me gagging on him, and it visibly only turned him on more. "Take it, love," he growled, "take every fucking inch." He thrust harder into my mouth, his pubic hair tickling against my face. He gripped my hair eagerly, not trying to hurt me but guiding me as he fucked my face. "Can I cum inside your throat, lovely?"

I nodded enthusiastically.

"Good girl," Price whispered before grabbing my face roughly. "Look at me when I cum." He groaned as I felt his cock pulsing, thick streams of cum shooting out into my throat. I looked at him with pure admiration and tried to swallow every sip of his cum as if it was the most delicious thing I had in my whole life. His cum was, in comparison, good, not salty; it tasted rich and bitter.

His hips were bucking wildly. "Fuck, Sun," he moaned, "you're incredible."

After his orgasm, I removed my lips with a loud pop, and then I started to lick the remaining cum drops of his dick while moaning. John's eyes fluttered shut as he felt my tongue swipe over his cock, savoring every last drop of his cum. "God, Sun," he breathed out, "you did so good for me, beautiful girl." His eyes softened with pure admiration.

He helped my wobbly legs up, drying and cleaning me up under the shower. It felt magical as he massaged the shampoo into my hair and washed my hair; it had such a romantic feeling that I felt truly worshiped. I put the body wash on his chest, playing with his hair, and looking at his scars, kissing them down. "Oh, love," he smiled, and I giggled, putting my head against his chest, and he wrapped me in a big bear hug.

"John? I want more." He turned off the water and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around me.

"More?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "You want me to fuck you?" His voice was low and husky, filled with desire.

"yes "

John smiled slowly. "Oh, love, I want nothing more, but I want to make it right, okay? After our third date, okay? It will be perfect, I swear, and I will show you how a man makes love to the woman he truly desires" He kissed my forehead. He was one of the guys to say make love, and a giggle escaped my mouth. I kind of liked it.

"I didn't know you were such a romantic."

John chuckled softly. "You know me better than that. But when it comes to you, I want it to be right. Our third date, agreed?" He wrapped the towel around his waist, pulling me close.

"Can we at least cuddle?"

"Of course, your room or mine?"

"yours"

"Perfect love." He helped me put on my yoga pants on my wet skin.

"And how do we get out without someone noticing?"

"I think after you screamed like this, it's too late with the descrition."

"Shut up, John!" He kissed me, while caressing my face with his thumb. He was so different from his Captain exterior, almost vulnerable around me.

We left the shower, trying not to draw any attention, and we didn't. Well, until the tall frame of Simon appeared next to us, showing us a death glare through his mask, but not saying a word since John was his superior.

His room was a bit bigger than mine and a lot cleaner, almost sterile, between some pictures and books. It smelled like tobacco and vanilla, and I could get used to that scent. He lay down on the bed, and I removed his shirt.

"I thought only to cuddle."

"I just want to steal your shirt; it smells so good."

"But then I do not have a shirt," he chuckled.

"Well, who cares? It looks better on me anyway."

"I suppose it does." He handed me his shirt, watching as I put it on. The fabric clung to my curves; the shirt was a bit too big, fitting me like a dress.

"You are beautiful," he said.

"You spoil me rotten with your compliments."

John leaned in, capturing my lips in a passionate kiss. "I can't help it," he whispered against my skin. "You deserve to be spoiled." He trailed more kisses down my neck and collarbone before nipping at my earlobe playfully and hugging me tightly, almost manhandling me with his sheer size.

"My legs are sore because of you. If you make me run tomorrow in training, I'll die." Maybe this was my free-of-running card."

He pulled back slightly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh really? Well, maybe I'll make sure to take it easy on you tomorrow." He grinned wickedly, knowing full well that he would likely push me to my limits.

"You never take it easy on anyone."

He laughed, leaning in to kiss my nose. "That's because I never want anyone slacking off. But I promise, I'll make sure you can keep up." He smirked.

"Mhm, maybe you give my thighs a massage; it would make me happy."

Price raised an eyebrow at my suggestion, amused. "You want me to massage your thighs? Consider it done." He sat up and reached for my legs, starting to knead the muscles gently. I rubbed his hair gently while he massaged my thighs, and after he placed his head on them, cuddling with the soft flesh, both of us fell asleep.

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ronearoundblindly · 1 year

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If deep sea mermaid is free in some way she dosent just leave. She liked meeting the team and loves steve .

The time they went in the deepest trench in the world (thanks to tonys tech that went smooth trials and they are able to go there) they are surprised of what they saw assides their intended mission to find the bad guys hiding there as they look around a familiar tail sways and this time it glows

Steve smiled and knew who it was and assured everyone its alright

Tony joked steve fucked a mermaid

Wanda hears someone then at the front part of the submarine there she is Tail swaying in joy while waving her hand as a "Hi!!!!" Tony shrugs " yep shes not hangry

Bucky is also facinated in a curious way "So this is why you took too long punk

Bruce simply stunded theres folks like here here

Nat straight to the point to her" anything suspicious?"

Y/n simply nod and beckons them to follow her with her eletric glowing tail for them to follow her direction there . Is a bad guy hiding here

a continuation of the Sun, Salt, And Shield miniverse. (Also, this ask is from October. I am so sorry it took me so long to get to!) Warnings for action/adventure, vague innuendo, bad jokes (from everyone), and mild language have you met me?. Lightly edited. WC 1.8k

Pairing: steve rogers x deep sea mermaid!reader

"Is that...is that a Segway?" Sam Wilson completely fails to hide his amusement as you test out Tony's motorized way to let you 'walk' on land.

"Heavily modified, but--" Tony takes the handle from you for a second to lower the max speed while you learn "--essentially, yeah."

It wasn't easy. In fact, the part they thought would be the hardest turned out to have a quick fix. You can only breathe outside of the water for so long, so Atlantian technology was formed to fit over your gills and mouth. Thanks, Namor.

Then Tony was faced with a wholly new problem. You live in the deep sea, naturally, under a great deal of pressure, and as a non-bipedal lifeform who maneuvers that fast underwater, outside of the water, you are made up of over 250 lbs of muscle. Most of that lies in your tail which they've witnessed crush a man's skull on impact.

That...should not make Steve feel the things he does. It really shouldn't.

He did always think he'd fall for a strong woman though. So. There's that.

You listen carefully to Tony's instructions, eyes shielded by enormous black sunglasses the billionaire obsessed over designing. He made you look like an old Hollywood movie star--albeit with vivid green hair and pale purple skin--and Steve wonders if the style was a purposeful jab at him.

"Right, the direction is pretty sensitive at the moment," Tony slowly explains to you. "You've got to really control your weight distribution so it doesn't overshoot your target."

That three-layer grin comes out in an instant, and you nod. No hesitation, barely a glance around, you start the contraption rolling, circling Sam, then Tony, then Steve with pinpoint precision, pausing in the middle of them all to cock your head.

"Coral reefs require sharp turns."

Tony stares at you, the nine-foot-long crown-to-fin specimen before him. It's clear he both adores and loathes how adept you are despite your wildly different backgrounds. You've grown on him. A lot. So much so that Tony has not made a fish-fucking joke in two whole weeks.

Steve won't chance calling attention to it though. The more he lets Tony delve into tech to keep you here longer and tech that allows humans to be where you live longer, the more Steve gets to see you. Win-win.

"Show off," Tony grumbles with deeply proud eyes. "Let's see what you can do then."

Steve himself has never gotten to go in one of the new Divers. Tony always insisted on manning the crafts himself until all the bugs were worked out. The first prototypes fit one person (one not-very-large-person) anyway, so it wasn't going to be Steve piloting one.

The new models can fit approximately six people comfortably.

While Namor's city has a bright source of light to help surface folk see, you and your people function without.

That means a mix of infrared, night-vision, and sonar are all the team can use to 'see' your home.

Unfortunately, they aren't here on a social visit. A mutant named Tiger Shark is rumored to be hiding within a few hundred nautical miles. It's imperative he be found.

As great as Tony's tech is, it's clunky and slow compared to how fast the mermaids can swim and search. You can also survive at greater depths than Atlantians while maintaining your speed. There's a boing-hollow tap above Steve's head and he snaps to look through the low-light adjusted glass.

You wave enthusiastically before pressing a webbed hand to the window.

"Hey, doll," Steve whispers automatically.

Tony groans. "Right. Grariel, we are looking for the man--uh, thing I sent you a picture of. Have any of your people seen him before? Do you know if he's been nearby?"

The pressed hand turns into one held-out finger as you look away from the Diver. There are bizarre noises that send the sonar haywire until Tony switches it off.

Your tail glows again, something Steve hasn't seen since the first time he met you in the Raft, scales lifting slightly to show bright pink bioluminescence.

And then magic.

As far as is possible to see in the Diver, lights of different sizes sprout up in shades of blue, pink, and purple. Your people. They're telling you what they know. It's the first time Steve considers you might be a leader of your own people, too. It's his turn to be proud like Tony who looks duly impressed.

Quickly, faster than it can register in the infrared scans, you're off like a shot, and Steve feels almost sick to his stomach trying to follow your deft swimming.

"Well, ok," Tony scrambles, "I guess we're doing this damn thing."

He pushes it, but the Diver cannot move anywhere near as fast as you can. Steve loses the light of your tail and stiffens, gripping a hand over Tony's shoulder.

"I got her. I got her, Cap." Tony flicks a few switches on the panel in front of him. "She's a good girl. Keeps her tracker on. We'll catch up."

It takes too long to get to you once your tracking signal stops advancing, but then Tony grimaces.

"Uh, slight problem. She's ascending."

"How is that an issue," Nat asks. "Can't we help her more in shallower water?"

"Based on her heart rate--"

"Just get us there," Steve booms, franticly searching the scans above them for signs of you. The water shines blue now, and they can see some light, but Tony has them at a pretty sharp angle to get higher.

"Found 'em. Right there."

Suspended in cerulean blue, it looks like you're dancing, swirling and circling with odd twists and turns. It's almost beautiful until--

Bucky croaks. "Is that blood?"

"WHAT? Tony--"

"Hold your horses. It's red," Tony dismisses.

"Yes, blood tends to be that color," Steve deadpans. "Now help--"

"Black," Tony chirps. "Your girlfriend's blood is black, for the record."

They progress closer, and then a much darker gush of blood floats in the liquid sky but remains mostly red. Tiger Shark is a transformed human, after all; his blood remains close to human.

"Yeah, that's about what it looked like when she ate Chuck..." He swivels in his seat. "Do you know, I still can't buy ground chuck? Almost put me off burgers. Feels so wrong."

"Focus, Tony."

Swift like a cheetah on land, you roll your tail around Tiger Shark's legs and squeeze, stretching out behind him to grab at the corners of his mouth and below the huge shark's jaw. It's as if you purposefully display your catch, sharp ends to your long webbed fingers digging at the mutant's thick flesh.

"Atta girl," Tony cheers.

You beam but aren't looking at them.

Something huge, big enough to shadow the Diver completely, whips over their heads.

Another mermaid.

Actually, a male, something which Steve has never seen before. He supposes he knew they existed, of course, but this guy is enormous. Possibly two feet longer than you with a body almost twice as wide.

He completely blocks their view of you for a few seconds.

"We got something to secure him with," Tony announces to your comm.

When the merman flicks his tale to move away, you sport your Hollywood shades with gusto. The male brought you your sunglasses, and suddenly, Steve's...more than curious.

The Diver ejects a grappling hook and you and the male lash the unconscious Tiger Shark to the top of the submersible.

You are hugging the new arrival, who keeps his head facing down away from the surface light. Whatever the conversation, which is completely incoherent noise to everyone in the Diver, it's very animated. The male is protective, holding your shoulders and looking at your wound with a very clear frown.

You bat the guy's concern away and motion toward the sub where four humans watch in confusion.

You touch the center of the male's chest.

"Fah-ther."

Steve swallows hard. That's your dad? Holy shit, he is in so much trouble. People tease him for looking like a Greek statue, but your father is like...is like...really freakin' buff.

Everyone in the Diver stares daggers at Steve, and he knows it. All the years he's been off the ice, all the time he's had to get used to women--well, females, let's say,--and he is not at all prepared to handle Merman Goliath as an in-law, or...uh...sorta...oh gosh.

He raises his hand because he doesn't have any other ideas. "Hi, I'm Steve."

Bucky snorts. "Oh, buddy. Wow."

Too many thoughts flood him at the same time, and Steve freezes in place.

Father? He looks no older than you. Wait. How old are you? Steve's never asked. How long do mermaids live? Do they ever age? Do they just keep getting bigger or is your dad, like, the biggest?

"Tony," Steve finally whispers, "do you...do you know from your research how...?"

Thank goodness Tony takes pity on poor, panicked Steve, not stalling to admit he has no clue what age you are.

You return to speaking (a mix of sounds with rippling shimmers of light along your tail), so you aren't paying attention when Steve bends down to add, "can you though? Can you carbon date her?"

He's heard about science on that. Steve knows it's a thing.

A strange sort of elation blooms on Stark's face, and he turns to Bucky and Nat.

"That counts," Tony yells. "That totally counts!"

"Shit," Bucky grumbles, running his vibranium hand down his face.

Natasha is, for once, genuinely stunned and looking back and forth between Tony and Steve. "I'll be damned," she murmurs.

Steve gives in. "What's happened?"

"You," Tony boasts, "just asked me for dating advice. You asked me specifically to assist you in dating someone, and thus I have won a very, very large bet."

Before Steve can bemoan that, another tap sounds above them. You point to the prize catch of the day.

"Help take in," you say, quickly turning to swim up to the lighter blue waters.

"I've got so much to teach you, Cap. Promise I'll be gentle. Maybe I can teach Grariel a little something about--"

"NO" comes the immediate and emphatic response of everyone else inside.

Tony simply shrugs.

"What a great day," he bubbles, humming as he takes the Diver to the surface right behind your beautiful, ageless tail.

Steve realizes he has so, so many things he wants to ask you about that he'd never thought of before, top on the list being "what have you told your father about me?"

A/N: Tiger Shark is a real Marvel character who I have included in other fics before. It was fun to use him again!

I do not have words to describe how enjoyable this was to write. I just want to torment poor Steve with awkwardness. I can't help it.

I...I may have figured out a way to incorporate...uh, some smut into this universe...but I don't know if that's a thing y'all would read. I'm gonna hold off on that.

[Main Masterlist]

#ro answers #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers fic #steve rogers x reader #mermaid!reader #deep sea mermaid #captain america x reader #captain america x you #captain america fanfiction #captain america fluff #fluff and humor #action/adventure

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starsnheroes · 8 months

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clint is BULKY. clint is meaty. muscle and meat and fat. man's bow is like 230-250 draw weight (according to thee comics)

230-250 which is like technically humanly impossible but this is marvel universe also why literally no one could just pick up his bow and aim it well at all. general upper range for draw weight, and in comparison to a man's weight would be 180 lb upwards, would be around 75 lbs. and the higher the draw weight, the more lethal you are shooting.

RECURVE -> A higher draw weight requires a stiffer arrow, and a stiffer arrow is generally heavier. A heavier arrow will fly more slowly and offset some of the gains from the increase in draw weight. HUNTING -> The heavier the arrow the more force it will impact with, the further it will penetrate, and the more damage it will do. A heavier draw will be harder to hold and aim steadily, consistently and accurately with. Sure a heavier arrow may produce more kinetic energy and penetrate further even with a lower draw weight from a shorter distance. COMPOUND -> Compound bows have a different draw weight scale altogether, due to something called ‘let-off’ a compound bow archer has to hold far less poundage at full draw than a recurve archer, and when releasing the string the bow does the work to compound the energy stored in the limbs and give a more powerful shot.

so this would mean, like clint's shooting at full lethal (and he still doesn't kill) and also; like no one is gonna be able to pick up his high draw weight bows, because you need to have the strength built up, and like practice with technique and such; like clint's got bows of all ranges of draw weight.

but like the point is. you are not shooting shit all with clint's max weight on any type of his bows.

but the point is like. Clint Barton? He weights 230 lbs. at 6'3" height. he is bulky, muscle and fat; it's why he knows to cook, so he can actually feed his body (although he doe have a lot of pizza and takeout especially when depressed) and eats a lot.

HE'S BULKY. he gotta have it for his archery, and he is flexible too (and flexible does not mean thin), BUT JUST HE BULKY.

It's for archery, it's for his absurdly high draw weights he is pulling with his bows; which does in fact give him and edge and leg up; it's why no one can just pick up a bow and be him. it's why he is the greatest archer in competition with lester (who can use clint's bow which SCARY). and just LITERALLY. that's how and why he stands out amongst the avengers.

#this post was meant to be about clint's body type. but turned into about archery #(i use to do archery when i was younger. but this would be like 12 years ago? and havent done it since. so i would SUCK today)#ANYWAYS. here's why clint is just /unhinged/ in the things he does to keep up with the other avengers #about; clint barton #all headcanons tag

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thenomadclan · 1 year

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Character Bio

Scrapper (The Smartest Nomad Clan Member)

Name:

•Scrapper

•Unknown Real Name

Name Origin:

•Scrapper - When found & rescued by Drago, and brought back to Pandora (the hidden city where the Nomad Clan operated), his extreme intelligence had him dissecting all forms of technology to create something completely new. Though not the greatest fighter he was considered the dirtiest of his time, using every opportunity and every advantage in his arsenal to come out on top.

•Unknown Real Name - This isn’t a name being used, but alittle lore that Scrapper doesn’t know his real name due to being experimented on by humans in “Borgia Industry”. After so long in the facility and the amount of brainwashing, Scrapper would lose all memories of his old life.

Gender:

•Male

Age:

•260

Companions:

•Bruiser - His Biological Brother who was trapped with him in “Borgia Industry”, often times can be said to be the strongest Yautja to ever live.

•Drago - His savior and mentor, often times can be found as a father father to him.

•Surge - Scrapper’s son who was the spitting image of his father, however he was considered unlucky in all his hunts. Leaving Scrapper to “Fix” his son, it got to the points of extreme measures that Scrapper wasn’t fixing wounds and broken bones, he was replacing his son’s flesh with cold hard steel. Eventually having his son be turned into a emotionless cyborg, often times having rare “human moments” of his former self.

Skin Color:

•Due to the poor living condition of the facility, Scrappers skin can be a described as extremely grey from his pigment being completely lost.

Physical Features:

•White eyes.

•Cut Dreadlocks (due to science experiments).

•His skin is so pale that the veins on his skin can not only be seen but also can show the glowing green blood of a Yautja.

•Unlike his brother Bruiser, Scrapper was disfavored by his Gods and given a body that could not hold in a traditional fight, thought lean and fit his body muscle and mass where something in Yautja Culture be viewed as a disgrace.

•Multiple scares & Needle Punctures.

•Amputated Mandible (due to it being sliced off by a Honorbound huntress he fought during the raid of Yautja Prime or “Purge of Drago”).

•While experimented on, Scrapper would go on and have implants imbedded into his body that would be seen on the surface of his body. (Main inspiration from Predator Concrete Jungle like Stone Heart, Long Spear, and Quick Knife).

Height:

•6 Feet Tall

Weight:

•250 lbs

Rank:

•Weapons Specialist

•Experimental Scientist

•Exiled / Bad Blood

Equipment:

•Traditional JH Armor, with a Human Skull acting as a belt buckle.

•Power Gauntlets

•A Biomask that has 4 vision modes and can be used for sniper like weapons.

•Rocket Kneecap (during the “Purge of Drago” on Yautja Prime, Scrapper’s knee was completely ripped off. With his brilliant mind of not only adding a prosthetic, but turning it into a weapon of war that his enemies never saw.)

•Rope Darts / Xeno Tail Whips (During his hunts in the Nomad Clan, Scrapper managed to fend off against 2 Xenomorphs at once. When he returned not only did he come back with 2 trophies but he came back with new weapons. They can be used for attacks, disarming, use as CQC Daggers, or to maneuver.

•Double Shoulder Canons of his own design.

Characteristics:

•Is considered the smartest member of the Nomad Clan.

•During his early years in the Nomad Clan, he was considered snarky, rude, and extremely intelligent.

•He is not afraid to flex his intelligence either, knowing he’s the smartest man in the room.

•Is said to have a short fuse temper if mentioned about his height.

•A Opportunist.

•Often uses sarcastic remarks or jokes to deflect his personal pain.

•Though he gives his clan members a hard time, he is a die hard loyal soldier till the end.

Feats:

•Was the air support during the invasion of Yautja Prime, was a puppet that shot down any form of air attack against the Nomad Clan’s ground team.

•Was the first being to officially and successfully replicate a Clone.

•Managed to build and keep Pandora or other Yautja hidden cities hidden with a camouflage force field, while also creating underground transit systems to trade with other hidden cities.

•Was the black market equivalent to calling human artifacts to wealthy Yautja buyers, and would sell Yautja equipment to other Yautja’s hidden on Earth.

•Was said to be the second fastest of foot to the legendary Chaka, who was on the Nomad Council.

•Managed to fight off 3 Super Predators at once.

•Invented his own version of “The Predator Killer” for it was more deadlier the the prototype that the Yautja Prime Scientists could conjure.

Pictures of Character:

(Art belongs to @chopshop-creationz and another artist not in Tumblr)

@abdxctedd @bunnyraptor69 @black-suns-rim @crowworkz @daswhox @leechandoki @maynixe @mariayautja2022 @outcastsnmagic @pyode-luar-ke @pykepyke @queenlybeastly @shaymin99 @wolfsnowphoenix @whereisxyro @yautja-addict @yautjagirl91 @yautjalover @yuki-suki

#predator #yautja #the nomad clan #the_nomad_clanyt #youtube #digital art #alien vs predator #avp #oc #predator oc #character bio #character sheet

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bewitchingbaker · 9 months

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spill the tea!

"Spill the tea on a ex, huh?"

Chris looks up from the floating box in front of him, attention turning to the grey-faced anon. An inquisitive frown spreads across his face, as he folds his arms. While the baker was known to be a rather shy and awkard bean, he still had his fair share of suitros. Standing at 6'0, 250 lb of muscle with a hint of softness and that cute nose, who wouldn't be interested in him? Combine that with a sweet nerdy nature and talent in the kitchen and you'd have a pretty nice partner.

Most of the time, it took someone making the first move. Even with him being a tall mass of muscle, he was still a shy young man. But a classmate managed to bring him out of his shell, even just a little bit.

"Daisy Janelle," Chris smiled. "My very first girlfriend in college. "

His hands search the box for a moment before revealing a photo of him in college days next to a short chubby young woman with glasses and golden brown skin. Curls in two puffs, with big cute eyes and a pierced nose. She sported a cropped shirt bearing a logo of cigarettes reading 'Mac Demarco'.

"She was in my design class and asked me to hang out after like...a month. Daisy was a campus comedian so she asked me out to her group's set. They were pretty funny and cool, thank God they thought the same of me 'cause I ended up in their group."

He takes a look at the photo with a small smile.

"We hung around for a month...kind of crushing on each other. She asked if I was 'into someone' during class one day and I said yeah. There was silence and I asked her 'why'd you get quiet?' She told me 'Oh, Luna, I already know it's me cause you got blushy' From that point on we dated for most of college."

He blushes.

"Maybe had my sexual debut with her and discovered some things I like."

A sad sigh escapes his lips.

"We ended up...breaking things off once we graduated 'cause she was moving to New York to pursue her comedy career. I didn't know what to do...I was scared to make a move. But we left with a hug and haven't talked since..."

#anon #facts

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bastardblvd · 11 months

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I was cackling to myself the whole time i was writing taking Toji to the vet clinic. How I actually got toji in the car is a mystery. That man has to be like 250 of pure muscle. I can lift probably 80ish lbs (my weight lifting days are back in college sadly) maybe another disgruntled slimeball who wanted to get back at Toji helped me get him to the car. I’d love to hear your thoughts on who would help if they found out what i was planning to do.

it's megumi's payback for having to film one-too-many of toji's action film remakes

#rossithepixie #repeat offenders #stepdaddy merc #250 pounds of pure muscle... ayo toji let's link up now that you're neutered

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rolanthon · 11 months

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Truffle Oil

Would you notice a serial killer if you saw one? I don’t think so. The vast majority of them are some of the most basic people. Take Ted Bundy, for example. He was just some guy. That was one of the ways he caught his victims. Nobody would suspect the average Joe to be capable of taking someone else’s life.

But what about people that exude malice? Those people who set all of your nerves on end? I’ve met very few people like that. But one is stuck in my mind. I’m used to weird and overall bad customers. The types that would yell at me, argue about the thing that they made, drunks, dumbasses. People who hadn’t taken a shower in days, people who had just smoked a joint and smelled like it, people who were on the verge of collapsing as they let their alcoholism win out. But this guy was different. His malice was the quiet type. I can handle loud malice. Those ones are easy. But quiet malice… quiet malice is the type that gets people killed.

I met him while I was at work. I don’t know his name, just his occupation. He was a manager at the casino I used to work at. I didn’t actually work for the casino directly. I was in the food court. Some overpriced, kinda disgusting pizza place. You know the type. The kind of place that abuses the fact that they are the only place still open past 11:00 PM by jacking up the price so you are paying more than a dollar per inch for a pizza with week old toppings that is only kinda good when it just came out of the oven.

It was the kind of place that tried to be classy, though it had as much success as a Waffle House. You were less likely to get food poisoning at a Waffle House. But it paid well. Well, no. It didn’t. But what place does?

Anyway, I used to work the oven. 540 plus degrees Fahrenheit for eight hours. This meant that I would take the pizzas out of the oven, cut them into eight slices of varying sizes, box them, and call them out. I was loud, loud enough to be heard on the other side of the food court at the busiest of times. This came from my size. 6’2” and 250 lbs. Though, I slouched a lot back then. Standing straight up made it too difficult to do what I was doing.

One of the managers of the casino came in that day. This wasn’t too uncommon for managers to do. As we were the only place still open past 11:00 PM, we had a lot more foot traffic from people that worked there than everywhere else. The managers almost all looked the same. They all had the same square build. Same suit and tie. Same general face. But this guy was different. Every cell in my body told me to run when I saw him. Can you imagine that? Me, 6’2”, 250 lbs, muscle-bound. A guy who has actual self-defense training being terrified of this guy. It was unnatural. I tried to ignore it at first. But it wouldn’t go away. As with most other customers, I just wanted him gone. Even more so with how he was acting. So I watched the pizzas coming out of the oven, trying to not interact with him more than I had to. There were other customers, and I was a generally silent guy when I wasn’t bellowing orders. So me not talking to someone who was waiting for an order was pretty common.

But no. He wanted to talk to me. At this point, I noticed the woman he was with. She was about my age, which is to say, less than half his age. She was wearing ragged clothing. A torn flannel jacket. Some stained, dirty jeans. She looked like she had spent some time being homeless, and the manager had been kind enough as to buy her some food. I doubted it. Probably his next victim. But I didn’t say that. I barely said anything. The man was asking me some questions.

“Do you have truffle oil?”

Who the fuck puts truffle oil on pizza? Better question, who the fuck asks for truffle oil in general? Now, we had some odd requests every now and then. Some people asked for ketchup. Others asked if we had milk. The answer was almost always no. But never truffle oil. I didn’t actually know if we had it, but I shook my head anyways. He had been the first person to ask for it, and even if we did have it, I didn’t want to go and find it for him.

“Last time I was here, you had it.”

A lot of people say this. That doesn’t mean we did. Customers will say anything to get what they want. But this time I was wrong. We did have it. I just didn’t know that we did. I looked at it every day. It just had the same color and consistency as the olive oil we used, so I had assumed that it was just more of that.

“You should try it. Truffle oil is so good. Have you ever had truffle oil on a pizza?” This last question was directed at the woman. She, as the vast majority of people would, shook her head. So he continued. He talked like that for at least five minutes. Even after his pizza came out and I put the truffle oil on it, he wouldn’t stop talking about it. My nerves never settled around him.

Finally, after what seemed like an hour, the manager left with the young woman. I knew I should have said something, told her that she was in some kind of danger. But I didn’t. I don’t know why. I probably figured that she could take care of herself. That she would know what she was doing. That it wasn’t my place to say anything.

Of course, I couldn’t be too surprised when her body was found the next morning.

This story is a work of fiction based on real events. I did encounter something like this, but they were not a serial killer. The woman he was with was not found the next morning dead. Just had this stuck in my head for a bit, though it's been a while since it happened. So what better way to get it of my head than creating a short story based on it?

#short story

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concernedacfan · 6 years

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Me thinking about AC3 and Connor: hehehehe yeah....

*Suddenly remembers that one video Epic Meal Time did to celebrate him and the game*

Me: OH FFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKK YYYYYEEEEAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!

youtube

*I just remembered the channel and the vid so I thought you’d like this too if you haven’t seen this before

#connor is a 6'4 and 250 lb of pure muscle #i bet he eats like bear man #he would love this feast #assassin's creed #connor kenway #ratonhnhaké:ton #epic meal time

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0tt3r-pop · 3 years

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Have some random (but not really) Octonauts headcanons because I can't think of any incorrect quotes at the moment

(Contains height/weight measurements, to give a better look at the character, as well as a few fun facts)

_________________________

Part One: Captain Barnacles (Human/Hybrid version) _________________________

° Uses He/Him pronouns, Cis man (? Maybe ?)

° I have no clue what his sexuality could be, but it's not straight. 100% not straight

° Stands at 6'10, the tallest in the team

° Is capable of lifting 400+ lbs with ease, and can dead lift nearly 600 lbs (polar bears irl can lift/handle about 1000 lbs)

° Weighs around 250 - 270lbs, has a good amount of body fat and muscle (polar bears have about 10cm of blubber/fat, as well as about 15cm of thick fur to keep them warm) (Little bonus: Polar bears have black skin! Their fur is "white" [it's actually clear/hollow] to help with camouflage, and their skin is black as a way to help absorb the sun/avoid sun burn and such!)

° A living heater, the amount of body heat this man produces is insane, but very welcomed when it's cold

° Covered in scars, like on his wrist from when his hand/arm was stuck in the giant clam, falling rocks, Gup crashes, etc.

° Probably let his sister give him an ear piercing or two

° Has picked up and thrown like, half of the team. Just for fun, and probably because they asked. Kwazii is the most frequent

° You can see him casually walking around the Octopod while carrying 2 people in his arms/on his shoulders/on his back while holding a conversation with them

° Has managed to get into a fist fight with random people/creatures. He isn't a fan of fighting, but has won every fight

° Would listen to any type of music, it just depending on his mood, the most common being Nicki Minaj (he is canonically a hardcore barb), but he'll listen to anything that is recommended (mainly by Dashi or Tweak)

° Not too good at most video games, but surprisingly good at Mario Kart (with tilt controls). He also enjoys puzzle/party games (a good form of team building)

° Autistic with sensory issues. No I will not elaborate.

° Infodumps back and forth with Shellington and Professor Inkling, as well as some of the other Octonauts (if they ask). It's a common occurrence to walk into the library and hear Captain and Professor going at it about sea creature, the octopod, etc

° Has managed to break the steering wheel of the Octopod a few times due to turning it really hard. Tweak has managed to fix it every time, but Captain still gets upset at himself

• I may add more later if I can think of anymore •

• Next: Peso! •

_________________________ Can you tell that I did research for this?

#Octonauts #Captain Barnacles #octonauts headcannons

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 4 years

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Imagine:

M’Baku and Erik have the pleasure of sharing a woman for one night. It turns into a regular routine of threesomes. She gets pregnant, and doesn’t know which one of them could be the father.

Warnings: Smut, pregnancy kink, threesome first time writing for M’Baku.

“I think you need to come to your senses,” M’Baku laughs loud and booming before approaching his friend, Erik, shoving the young man roughly against his left shoulder, “Zalika is mine, Erik, and I don’t like it when what’s mine is messed with.”

“Oh, so that’s a threat? Remember, she approached me first, way before she even knew we were friends,” Erik uses both of his hands to shove M’Baku back harder, “and DONT put your fucking hands on me unless you wanna die, brother,” Erik spoke snidely with a warning finger almost stabbing M’Baku in his face before readjusting his suit jacket, a mug set on his handsome, chiseled face.

“OH! So that is the excuse you give? So she approaches you...but plans a booty call with me?” M’Baku says with his strong and powerful African accent, “Who has the upper hand now, brother, hm? Looks like I will finally get to taste the cocoa beauty. I bet she tastes just like cacao beans to,” M’Baku’s thick, taffy colored tongue swipes across his full upper lip before his teeth lined with silver caps tugged sexily on his bottom lip.

“See, that’s where you’re wrong. It looks like I’m fucking her from the texts she sent me...texting me pictures of that phat peace of pussy covered with lace panties between her thighs...telling a nigga to come over and suck up her pussy in my mouth...she say that to you? Baku?” Erik gives M’Baku a sly smirk.

“I’ll do you one better,” M’Baku pulls out his phone, “Last text she sent me was this,” M’Baku held up his phone towards Erik for him to see. M’Baku’s loud laugh almost rattled the walls when he looked at Erik’s stuck expression. Erik removes his gold-rimmed glass, eyes blinking with disbelief while his lips parted.

“Sheeeeesh,” Erik’s pouty bottom lip dragged between his teeth, “She ain’t send a nigga that...she got them big, suckable nipples…”

“Even through her wet T-shirt they look delicious...like they want to rip through, right?” M’Baku grunts deeply enough to vibrate your senses, “I plan on biting them with my teeth...leave a mark.”

Erik removes his suit jacket, hanging it up on a brass coat rack that stood at the entrance of his apartment door. He takes a seat next to M’Baku on a black suede sectional, leaning over in hopes of catching another sexy photo of Zalika. M’Baku quickly locks his phone before tucking it in the pocket of his slacks, standing from the couch.

“I showed you one photo, you don’t need to see the rest. It gets better and better... what is one photo to the amount that I have from her alone,” M’Baku spoke in a cocky manner.

“Let me see you match what I got. And just because I told you about one photo, that doesn’t mean it’s just one,” Erik pulls out his phone, “You see this?” Erik swipes his finger up and up to show all the sexy photos Zalika sent him. He looks from M’Baku to his phone, eyebrows raised in challenge, “That’s about a good 20 photos right there for me to bust a nut to so what’s up?”

“Says the man who will be in here for the rest of the evening while I go spend time with Zalika myself. Did I tell you how much she loves it when I speak Xhosa? She says it makes her pussy nice and wet for me.”

“Wow, that's it? Damn, she tells you how wet she is,” Erik strokes his chin, “While she shows me how wet she is…” Erik hummed, “And it gets wet...tastes good too-

“YOU FUCKED HER?” M’Baku damn near charged over to Erik, his 6’5, 250lbs body right above him while he sat back on the couch with a nonchalant expression.

“Nah, She just let me suck her fingers that’s all,” Erik spoke casually, knowing that it would piss M’Baku off, “She’s a creamer too, I can almost taste how sweet that pussy is,” Erik makes multiple slurping sounds with his mouth and tongue, laughing at how angry M’Baku looked at the moment. Erik was almost to tears while bending over with his hand clutching his abs.

M’Baku was seething, teeth flared, before walking away to pace back and forth, “I will see her today, we are going to talk about this. I don’t like being played with. She’s confused and if I have to make her come to a decision, I will, even if that means stuffing my dick down her throat.”

“She ain’t confused. It’s obvious, right? She wants two dicks instead of one. Like I said, she knows that me and you are cool. Let’s just give her little ass what she wants. It’s been a minute since we shared some pussy...remember Michelle from grad school? Remember how we tore that up?”

“Michelle...oh, yes...Michelle,” M’Baku gives a knowing smirk, “I wonder how she’s doing.”

“Shee old news, Baku, let’s focus on Zalika. You’re seeing her in class tonight...invite her over,” Erik says with a roguish grin.

“I told you, I don’t want to share her,” M’Baku spoke through clenched teeth, “Like it or not, Erik, she is mine. Don’t you have other options? You could have any other girl on your phone but instead you want Zalika? Let me have her...I want her so fucking bad I just might handle her after class myself.”

“Yeah, we’ll see...if she hits me up tonight with that wyd text I’m putting this steel on her,” He says with a subtle arch of his brow, “you don’t think I want a piece of that puss just as much as you?”

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Zalika walked into her evening class, an Xhosa language course. It’s an elective that was a new edition to UCLA. The sprinkling of thirteen students were listening attentively to Professor M’Baku fluently speak the Bantu language of South Africa. Zalika’s father is from Botswana and he moved to California for med school where he met Zalika’s mother, an Art History Major. She always wanted to learn how to speak Xhosa and when Professor M’Baku who is also her English professor told her about the evening course she added it to her already overwhelming schedule. The wedges on Zalika’s feet clattered against the polished tile floor all the way to her designated seat; seat number three, in the front row. The intense, masculine aroma that Zalika damn near memorized within her senses made her smile the minute she planted her round, dark chocolate ass down in her seat.

“U-Miss Zalika,” M’Baku says, stilling Zalika’s movements, “kuhlwile kwakhona?”

“....uhm...Intoni?” Zalika adjusts her black, cat-eyed frames lined with rhinestones.

“How long have you been coming to my class and all you can say to me is WHAT?” M’Baku squints at her.

“I’m sorry, I have other classes and...it’s becoming overwhelming, Sir, that’s all-

“No excuses,” M’Baku pushes up the sleeves to his navy blue dress shirt aggressively, “kufuneka sithatha.”

The clicks he made with his tongue whenever he spoke Xhosa has Zalika sucking the gloss off of her bottom lip and pressing her inner thighs together. She could understand him clearly but he didn’t need to know that. Just what did they need to talk about exactly? Everything seemed to be going smoothly between them. Zalika opens her designated notebook for the course, turning it sideways so that she could look over the Xhosa alphabet. Learning the click constants was their focus lately and Zalika found it hard to keep up, pulling extra time to study them whenever she had downtime like doing her laundry or cooking dinner.

For the remainder of the class, Zalika took notes and practiced Xhosa phrases and click constants with a classmate. Whenever she had a question, Zalika would call for M’Baku in Xhosa like he instructed his students to do for added practice. He would squeeze Zalika’s shoulder gently while leaning over her desk, helping her sound out the phrases and occasionally glancing at her. His eyes would travel from her glossy lips all the way down to smooth, dark chocolate cleavage. This thick, tall, beautiful African man with such a stern voice and obvious ruthless personality turned Zalika on heavily, so heavy that she wanted to make his face a seat while he growled into her folds.

After the class, all the students filled out except for Zalika who lingered behind acting as if she needed to ask Professor M’Baku a question. While he wiped down the white board, Zalika watched the door softly close shut leaving the both of them alone finally. As her eyes went back to M’Baku he gave her a cunning smile before strolling over to her. She held her ground but the more he approached, the more Zalika realized just how big, and intimidating this man is. 6’5 and 250 lbs stood before her. He crosses his thick, beefy arms across his chest, the outline of the tattoo on his arm teasing her eyes.

“You wanted to talk?” Zalika finally says.

“Let’s get straight to the point, yes? What are you doing with me, hm?” He asks with his profound voice ringing in her ears.

“Having fun...what else?” Zalika grabs M’Baku’s tie, twirling it around her finger, twisting it tightly, “You don’t want to have fun with me?”

“You call this fun? Toying with me? Let me tell you something, Zalika...I plan on handling you properly...tonight. Why are you talking to Erik? Who do you belong to?”

Every time Zalika tried to speak M’Baku would cut her breath short.

“Can I speak?” Zalika spoke defensively.

“...Yes,” M’Baku reluctantly says before leaning on the edge of his desk. Zalika’s eyes swept the classroom before they fell back on M’Baku.

“I’m feeling Erik too. I’m feeling both of you, actually.”

The muscles in M’Baku’s jaw popped out from grinding his teeth hard. His eyes narrowed at Zalika for a long time. He could taste the anger on his tongue from her words. Erik was right, Zalika wanted both of them to herself. Standing there in front of him with tight leggings, a very revealing top, and heels on her feet, M’Baku couldn’t be angry with her. She smelled like strawberries and her dark chocolate skin glistened. Whatever this woman wanted he would give her. Anything to have her; taste her. She gave M’Baku a kittenish smile while fluttering her lashes at him slowly.

“I know I should have told you that I was talking to him as well, I apologize for that. I just...I can’t help my feelings towards the both of you…” Zalika approaches M’Baku, standing between his legs and wrapping her arms around his shoulders, “Baku…” she whispered, “Please don’t be mad at me, daddy...I just want to see what it will be like if I had both of you to myself…”

“Fuck, Zalika,” M’Baku’s shoulders slumped with defeat, “Look at what you do to me girl.”

“Huh?” Zalika spoke breathlessly. M’Baku grabs one of her arms from around his neck, dropping it over his crotch. Her hand drags down, mouth widening and eyes falling to his lap.

“Daddy...this is all of you?”

“Not all of me,” M’Baku spoke dangerously, “You have played with me long enough, Zalika, it’s time you take care of your master...emadolweni akho.”

Zalika drops to her knees almost instantly, a voracious look in her eyes as she watches M’Baku pull his slacks down with his briefs. The beauty of his big black dick couldn’t be put into words. It is very very girthy. Damn...Zalika wanted to ride that dick. Ain’t nothing like a black man’s dick, she thought before grabbing him, wrapping her hand around him as best as she could. She could feel the power that he beholden from how much he pulsates in the palm of her hand. This would definitely hurt but she wouldn’t chicken out on the opportunity. There is a first for everything.

“Focus on all of me. There are too many parts untouched...unappreciated,” M’Baku unbuttons his dress shirt, his thick torso revealed to her, “you said you love sucking dick? Worship me then.”

Zalika stares at his thick, mammoth of a dick with bewildered eyes, “Baku...I don’t think I can.”

M’Baku fusses in Xhosa, “Open your mouth, girl.”

“And here I thought Erik’s dick was huge,” Zalika spoke under her breath.

“What was that?” M’Baku pulls on Zalika’s 4C fro to make her look up at him, “Did I hear you use Erik’s name with my dick in your hand? HUH? Who are you supposed to be focusing on at the moment!”

“You,” Zalika spoke quickly, bringing M’Baku’s dick to her mouth to slap her lips with it, eyes pleading, “You, daddy, you,” She opens wide, sinking him into her mouth with timid eyes. Her throat kept clenching up on her so Zalika had to pull him from her mouth, hawk spit on it a few times, before trying again. With the added moisture she was able to get about three inches of him inside.

“FUCK ZALIKA!” M’Baku hisses, “I finally got you, girl...I finally got my dick in your beautiful mouth. I would have done anything to get my dick in your mouth...now I need it in that sweet pussy, girl.”

“Mm-

“Take it easy, Zalika, you will take your time when sucking me, girl, I don’t like it when you rush.”

“EK!” Zalika gagged, “ghah, ghah, ghah,” she squeezes her eyes as her throat closes up.

“Mmm, Zalika,” M’Baku wipes her tears away, “sloppy and slow is exactly how I like it...keep going, girl.”

“I can’t, you’re so big in my mouth,” Zalika’s bottom lip quivered from being stretched, “Baku, I can’t it’s so much-

Zalika was silenced with M’Baku’a dick back in her mouth. She grabbed for his legs, squeezing his enormous calves each time his dick hit the back of her throat. She was going to have a sore throat after this.

“That’s it, girl, yesssssss, FUCK ZALIKA. Did you let Erik have this mouth too? You don’t have to talk, just nod your head...did he have this mouth before me?”

Zalika shakes her head no while M’Baku’s smooth, ebony dick barley slides in and out of her mouth.

“Very good,” M’Baku’s lips poked out and his eyes rolled back, “fuck ewe...fuck ewe...uziva ulungile,” M’Baku’s hips were off of the desk, one large hand on the back of her head to keep her in place while his vast dick released a plentiful amount of cum. No wonder, his balls are heavy and big. She could feel the cum that couldn’t fit down her throat fall to her cleavage.

“Look at me, Zalika,” he asked with a shallow breath escaping his mouth.

Zalika met his eyes while wiping his cum from her cheeks.

“If I find out that you fucked Erik, I will fuck the living shit out of you,” he spoke evenly with vengeful eyes, “I will not be gentle, entle, I will show you just how angry I am when I punish that sweet pussy, girl.”

That was a challenge for her. Rubbing her throat, Zalika nods, unable to properly speak since M’Baku abused her vocal cords.

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Erik was just stepping out of his shower when he heard M’Baku, his roommate and best friend enter the luxury apartment. It was way past the time for him to be home from his evening class and the thought of that alone has Erik squeezing the hell out of his bottle of body wash, spilling the contents to the bathroom floor. Frustrated, Erik takes a hand towel to clean it up, his other hand trying to keep the fluffy black towel around his waist together. Balling it up and tossing it in a linen wicker basket in the bathroom, Erik steps from the bathroom, M’Baku making his way down the hall with his work satchel in one hand, and his suit jacket in the other. M’Baku couldn’t fight the evil grin on his face when he noticed Erik’s irritation.

“You fucked her, didn’t you?”

M’Baku chuckles while opening his bedroom door, “Good night, brother.”

The humor laced in his voice made Erik’s blood boil and his water stricken skin gave his lean muscles more definition as they flexed with rage.

“Did she tell you about me?” Erik is standing in M’Baku’s doorway now with his towel hanging on for dear life around his tapered hips, “cuz last time I checked she still hitting my phone.”

“She did,” M’Baku removes his tie, “But after what I gave her tonight, you can forget everything. She knows who her real daddy is.”

“Nah, we’ll see about that,” Erik challenged M’Baku Before walking away and towards his bedroom. Once he is inside, Erik closes his door, grabbing his cell from the bed and automatically calls Zalika. She answers on the third ring, her sweet, airy voice making his dick twitch.

“Baby girl,” Erik spoke with a hushed tone, “You want me to come over there and beat that ass?”

“Hello to you too, Erik,” Zalika responds, “and why are you threatening to spank me?”

“M’Baku is back home...he told me that he gave you something tonight...you mind telling me what that something is?”

“Teh,” Zalika sassed, “It’s no concern of yours, E, all you need to worry about is me and you.”

“Zalika, I’m not playing with you...did he hit that puss?”

“...no,” Zalika finally says, “But I did suck his dick.”

“Hmm,” Erik hummed into the phone, the sound vibrating into Zalika’s ear, “You’re a nasty bitch, Zalika. Couldn’t control yourself, could you?”

“He made me...I liked it though...I haven’t had dick in my mouth for a long time…my throat is still pretty sore.”

“Fuck,” Erik pulls his towel from his waist, “If you’re such a slut it shouldn’t matter how sore that throat is...you’ll want more dick, right?”

“True...what? You got more for me?”

“Why don’t you come through...I’ll show you.”

“M’Baku is home,” Zalika says, “Wouldn’t he hear?”

“Girl, I don’t give a fuck about that. I pay the bills in this bitch too so what? He ain’t got control over this. You coming over or what?” Erik spoke with malice.

The aggression in both of them is one of the reasons why Zalika can’t leave both men alone. She first met Erik on campus as a substitute teacher for a physics course. He’s a Radiological Physicist. The chemistry between them both was undeniable and Zalika needed to see him outside of class. Since she wants to be an engineer herself, she would schedule tutoring time with Erik at the schools library and that’s when they exchanged numbers and started sexting.

“Yeah, I’ll come over, daddy,” Zalika says with a seductive voice, “Keep that dick nice and hard for me.”

“I’m getting some of that puss too, Zalika...you show up at my door I’m using both of your holes to empty my nut and think I’m playing,” Erik warns.

“Unh,” Zalika moans.

“Had me waiting way too long for you, ma...can’t wait to beat it up,” He spoke with a rough tone, “Hurry up.”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Get off the phone,” Erik ordered and then soon after, the call ended.

The wait will finally be over, he was about to dive in that wet ass pussy he’d been longing for. She is freaky on the phone. She better be just as freaky in person. All of that stop, it’s too big, I can’t take it, all of that shit will not stop Erik from tearing her little ass up. Have her walking funny and feeling his fat ass dick in her pussy forever. M’Baku wasn’t a heavy sleeper so he will hear everything from her moans to her cheeks clapping and Erik didn’t give a fuck. He offered to share her since Zalika wanted them both but M’Baku wanted to be possessive of the girl. She wants BOTH OF THEM. One dick in her mouth, and one in her pussy.

Erik rubs his body down with some cocoa butter and puts on a pair of drawstring shorts to lounge around until Zalika finally shows up. Erik shot her a quick text letting her know what the apartment number was and not to park in a number spot. He only had to wait twenty minutes, the faint knocks on the door made Erik aware of that. Leaving his bedroom, Erik strolls to the door, opening it to find Zalika standing before him in a T-shirt dress, some sandals, and her kinky afro picked out and full. Her lips are painted a matte brown and when she smiles her white teeth almost blinded him. He could smell the coconut oil on her skin and she wasn’t even up under his nose yet.

“Don’t be shy,” Erik held the door open further, “I won’t bite unless you want me to.”

“We’ll see about that,” She steps inside, looking around the spacious luxury apartment before turning back to Erik for direction, “It’s nice...looks like a bachelor pad...where’s your room?”

“So damn eager...you don’t want anything to drink?” Erik leads the way further into the apartment, “We got water, apple juice, papaya juice, something stronger…”

“I’m good for now, I’m gonna need it after we...you know…” she giggles, looking down at her toes.

“Fuck. Yeah, you gon’ need that,” Erik grabs Zalika’s soft hand, “Let’s go, ma-

“Where is M’Baku?” She asked with a hushed tone.

“Shh,” Erik says with a finger to his mouth. He points to M’Baku’s bedroom with his thumb while they walked to his room, “He’s in there...you wanna say hi or something? You’re here for me, remember?”

“Yeah, I know, it’s just...he’ll hear us…” Zalika stood rooted to the spot in front of M’Baku’s door.

“Yeah, I don’t give a fuck about that shit. I told him we can make it a threesome thing but he wasn’t with it, that’s his loss,” Erik pulls on Zalika’s hand, making her move, “Nah, let’s go, you got some making up to do with all that teasing shit.”

“Threesome?” Zalika says with an elevated tone, “You would like that?”

“We’ve done it before, ain’t no problem with me.”

Erik pushes his bedroom door open with his shoulder, turning to grab both of Zalika’s hands. He finally had her in his bedroom. All of that freaky shit she said she could do he wanted to see it for himself. Zalika took a seat on Erik’s bed, her feet slipping out of her sandals before laying back against his bed. She placed her keys and her shoulder bag to the side, her eager eyes studying Erik’s bedroom.

“Get comfortable, you know, but ass naked,” Erik says while removing his own clothing, “and spread your thighs for me too...remember you told me how you like that puss licked?”

“From the back,” Zalika spoke breathlessly while lifting her T-shirt dress up and above her head. She then takes off her bra and panties, dropping those to the floor as well before laying back, titties spreading to the side from how heavy they are, smoothing her hands down her petite waistline before bringing her thighs up and out. The sound of her pussy lips spreading is what caught Erik’s attention first.

“That puss is just waiting for my tongue...it’s even prettier in person.”

“Let’s see what that tongue can do,” Zalika spreads her plump pussy lips for Erik to see, “Come and taste me, daddy.”

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M’Baku was in the middle of dozing off with his Beats headphones on and a Wakandan rap artist named SS1CASH’s music playing. Something, maybe a small voice inside of his head told him to wake up. M’Baku removes his headphones, placing them on his bed before stretching his large, thickset arms above his head, one hand coming down to scratch the tight, 4C coils on his head. He didn’t have anywhere to be the next day since it was a Saturday so M’Baku decides to pull an all-nighter to grade the English papers that are piled high on his desk.

Swinging his weighty legs over his king sized bed, M’Baku stands, grabbing his glasses before walking to his bedroom door. He felt parched and needed some papaya juice to hydrate himself. On his way out, M’Baku hears a soft, feminine moan from down the hall. Pausing, M’Baku waits for the lovely sound to grace his ears again. Please, don’t let it be who I think it is, he thought. As if reading his thoughts, the same, pleasure-filled sound fills the darkened hallway again and before M’Baku could stop himself he is walking towards Erik’s door.

Of course it has to be Zalika. That moan sounded too familiar and the way it has his almighty girthy dick stiff and compressed in his briefs it had to be his Zalika. What was he doing to her at this precise moment that has her gasping and moaning with such blissful surprise that she can’t believe her body is reacting the way it is? At Erik’s door, M’Baku’s large hand grabs the satin nickel door knob, twisting it quietly before pushing it open enough so he could peek inside. The sound of her moans intensified, M’Baku’s brown eyes widening when they fell upon the nasty sight before him.

Zalika is fully naked and riding Erik’s face on his bed, her wide ass bouncing, grinding her pussy on his open mouth. Each time Zalika’s cheeks would spread from her continuous ass popping her pink slit and puffy, chocolate outer lips would grace his eyes. Erik’s tongue was flat and thick, licking up and down her pussy while his hands rubbed the back of Zalika’s thighs and occasionally went up to give her generous cheeks a slap. Yes, yes, yes fell from Zalika’s mouth with her head towards the ceiling. She was loving that tongue, her body visibly shaking.

M’Baku’s dick was ready to fucking bust. Staring at it, his girthy dick was pointed straight out, the tip of his dick peeking through the opening of his briefs. He wanted to yank Erik’s vertebrae through his throat at first but the more he watched the more he concluded that seeing his best friend tongue fuck and slurp all over Zalika’s beautiful puss has him horny and ready to join. He wanted a taste of her now, especially that puckered ass hole. He dreamed of training her tight ass to fit his thickness knowing that it will be too much for her. It wasn’t M’Baku’s first time seeing Erik in his naked grandeur. Erik’s chiseled hips were pumping the air like there was a pussy situated over his dick for him to sink into.

“What a yummy, puffy pussy, ma,” Erik says with his voice much deeper, “Mmm I’d suck on this pussy all fucking day,” he goes back to devouring Zalika like pussy is his favorite meal. It’s M’Baku’s favorite meal too. All that cream just leaking on Erik’s tongue. Her pussy is nice and bald, plump, and juicy. What a beautiful picture of a beautiful body piece. M’Baku would love to put a lip lock on her and snatch.

“Unh, Erik right there, Unh, yes Erik right fucking there, daddy, fuck,” Zalika lets out ragged breaths, “daddy keep doing that I’m gonna cum.”

That’s what made M’Baku approach the both of them within long strides, grabbing a fist full of Zalika’s kinky afro, extending her he’d back so far her eyes widened with fear, she couldn’t see him correctly because of the position so her eyes looked towards her peripheral, that same strong, masculine scent crowding her like it always did in class. Erik notices the change in Zalika’s movements, lifting his face from between her legs to find M’Baku yoking her up by her hair, so close to her face with fury that Zalika was whimpering. Erik didn’t say anything, didn’t care to be honest. He simply takes three fingers, slipping them inside of Zalika’s pussy and starts finger popping her pussy.

“Baku...Unh shit, Erik...Baku, daddy,” M’Baku wasn’t sure who she was calling daddy at the moment since Erik was curling his fat fingers inside of her, “Baku, I’m sorry-

“It’s too late for that, girl...I already caught you riding my best friends tongue...no need to lie about how it felt...I know it felt good,” M’Baku glances over at Erik, locking eyes with his friend before both of them share identical sly smirks, “Keep going, Erik, dig deep and don’t let up until she’s cumming hard.”

“Erik-

“Since you’re here, bro, why don’t you fill that mouth up...she said her throat was sore let’s see if it’s still like that,” Erik spoke harshly, “ooookayyyy, that pussy got a nice grip,” Erik’s free hand comes down to slap her ass.

M’Baku pulls his briefs off, grabbing his chocolate dick in one hand, tapping Zalika’s lips with it, “You are amazingly talented, why don’t you show Erik how you suck dick, hmm?” M’Baku rubs his dick against Zalika’s lips, “come on, girl, suck your master.”

“Damn,” Erik strains his neck to watch Zalika take M’Baku in with difficulty, “She is trying her hardest to fit them big lips around your dick...too much dick, Zalika?”

“Damn it!!” M’Baku says through clenched teeth, “Fucking pro,” M’Baku grabs both sides of her head, “THATS it girl, you are special, love, so special.”

Hrgurrk!!!” She gags, trying her absolute best to fill her mouth up with M’Baku’s dick but there is no use, this man’s dick is inhuman. All that Wakandan strength he’s yielding in his dick...her throat is no match. Erik pulls his fingers out to rub Zalika’s clit, his eyes envious of M’Baku being slobbered on.

“Do that shit bitch! I need that shit right there,” Erik says while rubbing his drenched fingers all over her pussy, “she the real deal, Baku let me get some of that.”

“Here,” M’Baku pulls his dick out of Zalika’s mouth, watching her exhale, “Come fuck her throat up.”

Erik sucks Zalika’s mess from his fingers before trading places with M’Baku, eagerly grabbing his long and girthy dick up. M’Baku gets down on his knees behind Zalika, dick in one hand while the other one grabs one of her ass cheeks firmly, spreading her nice and wide so that he could rub his thick tongue from her pussy to her ass and back. The mess Erik created has M’Baku growling before he buries his face in her pussy. He couldn’t help but to leave a trail of sucks continuously.

Erik has Zalika’s hair in his hand, moving her head up and down his dick, “Damn, you dangerous with that tongue...that’s a bad bitch,” Erik drags his bottom lip between his teeth, “I love how she sucks dick, got my dick throbbing in her mouth.”

“The best, right?” M’Baku says between licks, “makes you want to abuse her little throat.”

Zalika’s lips slips off of Erik’s dick with a loud pop, “Umph!!! Baku oh my God,” She jerks Erik’s drool covered dick while looking back at M’Baku, “Daddy suck on my pussy like that, yessssss-

“Aye, pay attention,” Erik turns Zalika’s head around, “Nope, don’t touch my big dick with hands, ma. Mouth, tongue, and throat only, fuck is wrong with you.”

“Yes, daddy, Umph, fuck,” Zalika started sucking with no hands but stops again when M’Baku starts tongue-fucking her ass, “Ooooooo-

“Bitch, you got my dick in front of your face you better come suck this,” Erik orders while yanking her hair, “UH-HUH, fuck yeah,” Erik’s eyes were dark on her, “And don’t let my cum drip down my dick. You better clean up every single drop.”

“Mhm,” Zalika focused on the dick currently stretching her throat out while grinding her pussy on M’Baku’s tongue. He was right on her clit and each time he sucked Zalika’s body would clench up. She was getting closer and closer while Erik’s balls slapped her chin.

“I know you wanna cum, girl, cum on daddy’s tongue, baby,” M’Baku spoke into her pussy before wrapping his lips around her clit again.

“Damn, I’ma fuck you good, Zalika,” Erik could feel his balls growing tighter, a tingling sensation forming, “Ima make you cum all over this dick, ma, fuckkkkk!”

Erik’s hips began to move faster and faster and faster until he buried his dick down her throat, his thick, tasty cum filling her mouth up. Zalika locked eyes with him while swallowing his nut.

“That’s that nut you’ve been dying to taste, drink it up, ma,” Erik says while focusing on Zalika sucking his dick softly, “You tryna get more?”

Zalika pops her lips off of the tip of his dick, “yeah.”

“Ain’t no more right now you sucked a nigga dry...you plan on giving M’Baku some good suckie-suckie too?”

“Mhm,” Zalika says before bringing her lips down to suck on his balls.

“Damn. Never forget the balls baby,” Erik whispers while jerking his dick.

“Fuck!!!” Zalika shouts, her body shaking from cumming on M’Baku’s tongue, “YES DADDY YES!!”

Erik reaches behind her to slap her ass while M’Baku continues to suck all the cum out of her pussy. Erik couldn’t help but to walk around to see what M’Baku was doing. He has his lips on her clit, sucking slowly, savoring in her sweet taste. Erik leans over, spreading both of Zalika’s ass cheeks before spitting on her ass hole. He takes his finger, bringing it to her ass to rub it.

“Damn, I can tell you play in this ass girl…my type of woman...super thick and creamy,” Erik sticks his finger in her ass, “You gon’ let me dig in this ass real good?”

“She better,” M’Baku says, his face finally from between her legs and covered in her juices, “I’m fucking that ass too.”

“It’s your lucky day, baby girl, turn around,” Erik says, watching a weak Zalika flip over onto her back, “There you go, I’m getting in this pussy-

“Fuck!!!” Zalika tries to push at Erik, “Daddy it’s in my stomach that dick is so big!”

M’Baku is walking to stand by Zalika’s face, jerking his dick, “It’s okay, entle, suck my dick.”

“Unh,” Zalika grabs M’Baku’s dick, “This is going inside of my pussy too daddy? This big ass dick?”

“Where ever you want it, I’ll put it, baby,” M’Baku hisses when Her juicy lips wrapped around his girth, “Fuck, mmmm.”

Erik has Zalika’s legs thrown over his shoulders, his hips expertly snapping into hers while grinding them. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of Zalika’s pussy creaming all over him. Her fat pussy fit snugly around him and the more he digs deep the more he wants to fill her pussy up with his cum. That pussy is gripping his dick something serious making his eyes roll.

“Pussy good, girl,” Erik says between breaths, “got me digging deep baby, so deep...uhmmmm, this pussy is so wet,” Erik pulls his dick out all the way to the tip, “nasty bitch, suck that dick while I fuck this pretty pussy.”

“Dig deeper,” M’Baku says while grabbing her legs, pulling them back, “That’s better, see? She’s opened up a lot more now, fuck her hard, brother.”

“Like this,” Erik leans over her body into a push up position, giving it to Zalika so hard and with long strokes that she takes M’Baku’s dick out of her mouth, hand barely able to grasp it, while staring at Erik with a crease in her brow and low eyes. He kept that same stroke, hips snapping into her and his dick hitting the back of her pussy.

“Fuck,” she says softly, unable to control the tears that fell from her eyes and rolled into her hairline, “fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.”

“Look at that yummy pussy taking that dick,” M’Baku was fascinated, “Uhmm, make her pussy cum.”

“Ima make this pussy cum,” Erik repeated.

“Fuck my pussy good, daddy, please, oh my god,” Zalika was in a trance staring at M’Baku’s vast dick in her face and Erik’s dick that is just as whopping digging deep in her pussy. He was aiming for her to feel it push up against her cervix. Her toes curled back so hard it hurt and she would surely have cramps in her toes by tomorrow.

“Daddy get this pussy, Baku,” Zalika wiggles her tongue, “Slap that fat ass dick on my tongue.”

“Nasty little bitch,” M’Baku bends his knees a little because of his height to slap Zalika’s tongue with his dick.

Zalika slurps on M’baku’s tip while watching Erik have a blast in her pussy, “Pussy good? Is she good, daddy? Huh? Make your pussy cum.”

Zalika was on fire, talking shit while taking dick. Her pussy has a mad grip on Erik’s dick.

“Love to hear a girl talk nasty when I beat it up,” Erik says while rubbing her clit while stroking her pussy.

“Mmmm I wanna fuck her so bad...she’s taking that dick so good,” M’Baku was longing to split Zalika’s pussy in half.

“I can’t wait to fill this ass up,” Erik spoke with a hushed tone. Sweat poured from his body and it smelled just like the cocoa butter he applied to his skin after he showered.

“Look at your face, that’s all you need, Zalika, dick all the time,” M’Baku strokes her hair while she sucked the tip of his dick.

“I’d love that,” She says before gasping, “Ima squirt on your dick Erik,” She could hear her pussy making even louder wet sounds now, “it’s coming, daddy, Ima squirt on your dick!”

While Erik was killing her pussy, Zalika acted like the hype man pumping his head up and spewing nasty talk after nasty talk to make her squirt. Erik watched with rapid attention while colorless fluid splashed from Zalika’s pussy while he continued to fuck her. The grip she had on him almost made him cum. Erik pulls out, slapping his dick on her pussy before trading places with M’Baku.

“Let me,” M’Baku says, being a gentleman and lifting Zalika up to straddle him. With one bulky arm around her waist to lock her down, M’Baku uses his other hand to line his dick up with her pussy.

“Shit, Baku,” Zalika clenched up when she felt M’Baku trying to get the tip of his dick in, “this big black dick,” Zalika hisses, “oooooo, fuck that’s a big dick, baby...ouch-ouch...daddyyyy.”

“I know I’m too thick...it will fit, girl, you just gotta let me in,” M’Baku whispers to her, “Why don’t you suck your mess off of Erik while I work this pussy on my dick, hmm?”

“Okay,” Zalika grabs Erik’s creamy dick, going straight to sucking her cum off while keeping eye contact with him. Her taste and Erik’s sexy eyes did distract her enough to let M’Baku slip his dick in. She froze with a mouth full of dick, her hips suspended in the air.

“Nah, get some more of that dick,” Erik says, slapping her ass, “come on, girl throw that pussy back.”

“Fuck,” Zalika tries to but she was so wide open it was too much, “Daddy’s dick is so big in my little pussy.”

“Remember how you said you would take me? Show me how you would take me…” M’Baku has both of his hands on her hips, “It’s just my dick, girl...imagine if Erik was in your ass? You would really be crying then.”

“I’m about to get in that ass now,” Erik says while reaching behind Zalika to stick his finger in her ass again, “Ima put my dick balls deep in this tight ass.”

“Erik, no,” Zalika looks at him with puppy dog eyes, “Daddy not my ass.”

“I like how you play like you don’t want it,” Erik positions himself behind Zalika, crouching down so he could line his dick up with her ass, “remember you said you wanted me to make this ass a gaping, cum-filled hole?”

“Yes,” She says with a weak voice. Erik could see her ass hole clenching and it made him smile.

“Hurry up, Erik, I’m ready to fuck her,” M’Baku says impatiently. Erik leans over Zalika’s body with all of his strength keeping him up before grabbing his dick in one hand, pushing it inside of her ass slowly. Zalika’s face was priceless. She felt like the wind had been knocked out of her. He pushed in and her ass hole sucked him inside so swiftly she didn't see it coming. Erik felt good in her ass. Tight, thick, and smooth. When he pulled out to thrust back in, Zalika moaned, looking back at Erik, silently telling him to do that again.

“That thick ass dick,” Zalika’s eyes rolled shut. She was just getting used to Erik’s dick in her ass but M’Baku thrusting upward into her pussy has her feeling full. She turned around to look at him with wide eyes, moans stuck in her throat while this giant of a man started thrusting his hips upward. His dick went in and out, in and out, stretching her pussy to his girth. She could hear her pussy making noises around his dick, she could see the longing in M’Baku’s eyes.

“Oh my goodness, Baku,” Zalika grabs his shoulders, “Baku it’s so big… ooooo, Erik,” Zalika couldn’t forget the way Erik was tearing her ass up, “Daddy,” She says to Erik, “Daddy,” she says to M’Baku. She was being double penetrated and it felt so damn good.

“Ass is gripping the fuck out of my dick, FUCK,” Erik rubs his hands up Zalika’s spine, “I love this tight ass.”

Erik slips out of her ass, spreading her cheeks so he could see how wide open she is. The cum on his dick from fucking her pussy helped to lubricate his dick so he could fuck her ass. He went right back inside while watching M’Baku pull her down over his dick.

“BAKU! ERIK! YES!!” She shouts, “Make me cum!! I want to cum!!”

Zalika never had an anal orgasm before but she could feel herself ready to explode through both openings. She could feel the same tingling each time Erik fucked her ass. M’Baku was all up in her pussy with so much excitement his balls would slap her ass.

“Give me that pussy, girl,” He would say, “Daddy will make you cum on this dick,” He growled, “I’m stretching your little pussy out, baby.”

“Yes, I’m cumming!!!”

Zalika was trapped between two men so no matter how powerful her orgasm is she couldn’t move or run away. Tears burst from her eyes and she felt her ass growing tighter around Erik’s dick just like her pussy around M’Baku’s dick.

“AHHH SHIT!!!!!” Erik says, pumping a few more times before erupting deeply inside of her ass. He came harder than ever from anal and she was begging for more.

M’Baku hooks his arms under her knees, lifting Zalika up and down his dick. This man was bringing her body up in the air and slamming her down on his dick.

“Yeah, Baku, give her that dick, fuck her up,” Erik says while stroking his dick. He could feel it growing harder and harder in his hand, “Damn, bro, you got her pussy creaming heavy.”

“Fuck, Baku Ima cum, mmmm, Baku yes!!!!”

Zalika was cumming all over M’Baku and he didn’t stop fucking her until she stopped cumming. When she was drained, M’Baku pulled her into a kiss before lifting her off of him, trading places with Erik while he fucked her ass. Thanks to Erik, Zalika is nice and stretched, giving M’Baku easier access. M’Baku lifts from the bed, grabbing some lube from Erik’s dresser, applying some to his dick before putting it back, kneeling behind Zalika. Erik has Zalika sucking his dick like it was her favorite thing in the whole wide world.

“BAKU!!!!!” Zalika almost pushes away from him but he holds her hips down firmly while he fits his dick inside of her. He cursed in Xhosa with more and more of himself sinking inside of her.

“Tight ass butt, give her that dick, bro, make her feel that shit.” Erik encourages M’Baku while Zalika sucks his dick.

M’Baku was ready to cum already but he held it in as best as he could. Zalika was throwing her ass back on M’Baku and he was meeting her thrust for thrust.

“Yes, girl, that’s daddy’s little slut, this ass is tight on you, fuck,” M’Baku grunts, “Mmmm, yes, get this hole filled all the time, girl.”

“All the time,” Erik moans when Zalika strokes his balls with her hand while sucking on the tip of his dick, “You taste yourself on my dick? Taste good?”

“Mhm,” Zalika says while slurping on Erik’s dick.

“She is well trained,” M’Baku says while digging in her ass, “this is how I told you I would use you, entle, destroy your asshole without mercy...pound you until you cum then pound you again.”

In between Zalika’s vicious sucks Erik grabs her hair to fuck her face. Already he could feel himself getting ready to explode, “Goddamn, Zalika, Ima bust in that mouth again.”

“I’m about to cum in her ass,” M’Baku slaps her ass, “Mmmm, DAMN!!!!!” He felt that cum shoot out hard, “DAMN!! DAMN!!!”

Erik was right behind him, cumming down Zalika’s throat for the second time that evening.

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How often was Zalika fucking Erik and M’Baku? Practically every damn day. It’s been three weeks and now they were taking turns making a cream pie in her pussy. Zalika swore she was protected with birth control. The risk of letting both of her Daddy’s cum in her pussy felt so dangerous and delicious at the same time. Just last night Erik and M’Baku fucked her in the shower, picking her up and giving it to her deep in both holes. M’Baku was in her ass first while Erik was in her pussy and then they would switch places, aiming to make her cum.

“Big fucking dicks!” Zalika screamed to the ceiling.

“Daddy, yes, cum in my pussy,” she would say while Erik was pounding her pussy from the back while sucking M’Baku’s dick.

“Fuck, M’Baku, it’s so much dick in my pussy,” She would say to M’Baku while riding him reverse cowgirl.

Erik loved fucking Zalika doggy style or with her legs thrown over his shoulders. M’Baku enjoyed making her ride his dick and he especially loved fucking her in the ass. She would suck both of their dicks at the same time no matter what they were doing. They could be on the couch watching a game and Zalika would be on her knees, moving from one dick to the other. You know it’s big when you have to use both hands. She sucked both M’Baku and Erik’s dick with both hands even though Erik preferred for her to use her mouth only. M’Baku didn’t fuss too much because he knew how wide and girthy he was so he let her use whatever resources she needed.

Zalika had plans to go see M’Baku and Erik but she was feeling funny for the past few days. She felt nauseated and fatigued and that had her taking time off from school to rest up and get some energy. She didn’t want to worry M’Baku and Erik with her problems so she told them that she would have to see them that weekend. They were both disappointed but they understood that she needed some time off. Zalika made herself some chicken noodle soup. She played with it, no appetite at all. The nausea became more and more difficult so Zalika placed her bowl on her dresser, speeding to the bathroom. The second she lifted the toilet seat up Zalika vomits in the toilet.

She knew it was coming. It was only a matter of time. In that moment it came to her that she missed her period. She was so used to having irregular periods with taking birth control but it always came towards the end of the month. It’s been a week into the new month and she didn’t come on her cycle yet. She did feel bloated, cranky, cramps, and light spotting but it was on and off. Now, she was vomiting. Zalika flushed the toilet, walking to the sink to brush her teeth. As she scrubbed her tongue she looked at her reflection, unable to shake the uneasy feeling in her belly. Zalika knew what she had to do, there was no reason to avoid it. After brushing her teeth and using mouthwash, Zalika walked back to her bedroom to put on some sweats and a pair of sneakers.

She grabs her keys and wallet, grabbing her keys to leave. There is a CVS about a mile up the road in a shopping center. In her car, Zalika’s conscious kept telling her that she couldn’t be pregnant, not with birth control. The closer she got to CVS, the more she couldn’t accept it. Sure, having M’Baku or Erik as a baby father is wonderful when you think about it but she was still in school, no career, and what if one of them didn’t want the baby? What if they cut ties with her and she was left on her own to take care of a child? If she is pregnant, Zalika will keep the baby, there is doubt about that. But it will be hard.

Zalika grabs two tests from the shelf, deciding to do self-checkout instead since there was such a long line. Zalika was out the door in under five minutes. On her way back home so she could get it over with and face the inevitable. Back at home, she undressed, standing in her bathroom with her phone on the sink for a timer. She could see two texts from Erik and M’Baku on her lock screen.

Daddy Erik: Awww, I can’t see my baby today, now I gotta take care of myself.

Daddy M’Baku: I hope everything is alright. This dick will miss you girl.

Zalika opens the first test. She pees on the test, sitting it down on the sink before wiping and flushing. While washing her hands, Zalika waits the amount of time needed before grabbing the test quickly, anxious to see what it says.

Positive

“No fucking way,” Zalika says with a shake of her head before grabbing up the second test, “Let’s be sure….”

______________

“Zalika,” Erik says with a lopsided grin on his face. He’s wearing an Under Armor top with some drawstring shorts and socks on his feet, “I thought you weren’t coming to see us today? What changed your mind, gorgeous?”

“We have to talk,” Zalika says with a solemn expression.

“Aight...come in,” Erik gave Zalika a weird look before closing the door behind her, “Are you cutting ties with me?”

“I need to talk with you and M’Baku, Erik,” she says, “where is he?”

“Kitchen making something to eat, Baku!” Erik calls for him, his eyes never leaving Zalika’s, “Is it bad? You look like you wanna cry.”

“What’s going on,” M’Baku’s deep voice startled her. He softened when he saw Zalika, his little slut, “Ah, so she comes back for more,” M’Baku walks up to her, kissing her lips, “Are you hungry? I’m making oxtail stew, Erik’s recipe.”

“Not right now...we really need to talk...all three of us.”

“Shit,” M’Baku says before sharing a look with Erik, “Well, let’s sit on the balcony.”

M’Baku leads the way towards the balcony, turning on the light so they wouldn’t be sitting in darkness. There is a long patio chair with two small ones and a few Aloe Vera plants. Zalika takes a seat between Erik and M’Baku, both of them watching her attentively. Zalika began fidgeting, looking down into her lap.

“Zalika, baby, what’s wrong?” Erik says, scooting closer, “You got me and Baku over here worried.”

“If it's something we did, you can tell us both,” M’Baku says while gently squeezing her shoulder.

“Okay,” Zalika exhales, “Uhm...I’m pregnant.”

Silence.

“I’m pregnant,” she repeated.

Both men looked at each other again. Erik looked at nothing in particular while M’Baku’s expression hardened.

“When did you find out?” Erik asks.

“Today...I missed my period and I’ve been feeling sick, weak,” Zalika glances at M’Baku, “I took two tests, they were both positive.”

“Zalika...this is serious...what will you do?” M’Baku grabs for her hand, “I’m with you in whatever decision you make.”

“I want to keep the baby...but I don’t know which one of you could be the father,” She spoke timidly, “You both came inside of me…”

“That’s the dilemma,” M’Baku sighs, “Well, if it is my child, I will take care of it...take care of you.”

Zalika shudders when M’Baku’s hand pressed into her belly.

“I hope that it is mine,” He spoke with a whisper. That alone made Zalika’s nipples erect. They were a little sore as well but she couldn’t help feeling so turned on by M’Baku’s words.

“It could be mine,” Erik says, “and I’ll make sure my baby is provided for just like her mama,” Erik leans in, kissing Zalika’s cheek. His soft, plump lips against her cheek made her gasp. Erik’s hand joined M’Baku’s on her belly, both men sharing a look, before staring at Zalika.

“M’Baku...what if it’s Erik’s...how would you feel?”

M’Baku’s jaw clenched. He wanted to believe that it was his seed growing inside of her womb. If Erik’s cum made that happen he would be happy for his best friend but at the same time it could have been his.

“I would support my friend...but I won’t lie...I want the baby to be mine.”

“Hmm,” Erik hums, a brow raised at his friend, “You sure you won’t go full gorilla mode on me?”

M’Baku gave Erik a challenging look. He knows that the Jabari courses through M’Baku’s veins. Very possessive. He practically imprinted on Zalika.

“Then how would you feel if my baby is what’s making her hips spread and breasts leak milk?”

Erik licks his lips, one of his eyes twitching faintly.

“Ah, So we have a challenge,” M’Baku grabs Zalika’s chin, “We will see in nine months.”

“...okay,” Zalika stares at M’Baku’s lips.

“3 months, right? Until we find out about the sex of the baby?” Erik asks.

“Yeah, about 14 weeks.”

“I’ll be right there by your side, baby girl,” Erik kisses her neck, “Right by your side the entire time.

“And I will be by your bedside whenever you need me,” M’Baku says, taking charge and kissing her lips.

“Come stay with us, Zalika,” Erik takes it up a notch, trailing his hands up to grope her breast, “That way, you’ll be with us the entire time.”

“The lease will be up on my apartment in another few weeks,” Zalika bites her lip when Erik’s thumb tweaks her nipple, “I could do that...are you guys sure?”

“Of course,” M’Baku reassures her, “You are most welcome.”

Zalika was in heaven. She thought up so many different scenarios of how this would play out. Erik and M’Baku would argue, M’Baku would get upset at her for sleeping with Erik, Erik getting upset with her for sleeping with M’Baku, or both men calling her delusional, telling her to leave. None of those things happened. They were both comforting and accepting of what was happening between the three of them. The only problem would be the competition but that could be dealt with. M’Baku and Erik are now taking turns kissing Zalika, pulling on her clothes. This will be an everyday thing. They will want her pregnant pussy and she will give it to them.

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