#attuma the lover boy

[xblackreader]

Caption this! What’d Attuma say to make Okoye laugh like that? 👀💗

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“As the flowers is to its own beauty, to yours you are blind, yet it is only in the presence of such sun-given nectar that whoever comes across must stop and stare.”

“Bast, you are corny… corny as all hell… 🤭(kicks feet)”

[dontruinmymorning]

Somebody needs to teach Attuma what a condom is …

[seawhcre]

*immediately falls in love*

[pilesofpillows]

Peaches & Cream

Attoye Kinktober | Day 3: Breeding

Read it here on AO3

Warnings: Smut (18+), Highly NSFW, Dirty Talk (like always), Breeding Kink, Slight Size Kink, PWP, A Whiff of a Hint of Plot

A/N: 1) I know I'm late... this one just needed longer to cook... 2) This is filth, you have been warned 😂 3) Let's all ignore that I am 1k over my word limit 🤣💕

The alternative title of this fic is Koko and the Leg Lock of Fatherhood 🤣🤣

Thank you to @karimk2 & @umber-cinders for beta-reading this nonsense and to @theattoyearchive for encouraging my madness 💕😘

If she had to guess, Okoye would say it started with their trip to Haiti.

There, on the beach where they'd first fallen in love, with the sun setting over water bluer than she'd ever seen, she watched a man she loved more than sense play with a boy she hadn't dared hoped to meet. That was the beginning, the first stirrings of desire for maybe just one. 

She'd left her hopes for children on the table where she'd signed away her marriage. She'd left her hope for love there, too. 

Attuma had changed the latter; wouldn't it be right that he changed the former too? 

But they hadn't talked about it, and she didn't know how to ask. And even if she did, how would they navigate it? She was a warrior spy, and he lived underwater. Those were the facts of their lives.

(Not that those facts made her want it any less.)

Still, she left her hopes again, this time in the sand, hoping the tide might carry them to him. 

~~~

The second stirring came when Ayo received a call she'd been waiting months for. A baby girl, three weeks old, had been left on a midwife's doorstep. Ready for her mother's to come pick her up as soon as they could. Ayo had cried, Aneka was speechless for the first time in Bast knew how long, and she watched her sisters become mothers before her eyes. 

Okoye, of course, accompanied both women to Ayo's ancestral home in the Merchant Tribe; she wouldn't dare miss the opportunity to meet her niece. She'd cradled the small girl to her chest, smelled that fresh, unique baby smell and her heart panged. 

(That night, when she called Attuma on her kimoyo beads, her uterus did too.)

So, she accepted it. 

She wanted a baby. More specifically, she wanted his baby. 

Babies, her mind amended. She'd grown up an only child and didn't want the same for her future children.

But said babies were entirely hypothetical until she had a conversation with her lover, and she still hadn’t worked up the courage for that yet. She had no clue if he wanted children, and if he did, would he want them with her?

(It was an absurd question, of course. Attuma treated her with a reverence Okoye hadn't ever known to dream about. If she fixed her mouth to ask for the reflection of the moon on the river, he'd find a way to capture it and deliver it to her doorstep.)

She cursed herself for being a coward and resolved to ask him when he visited at the end of the month.

~~~

Okoye didn't.

She'd had ample opportunity, too. 

They'd visited Essebet four times during his two-week stay, and her stomach did little flips each time she saw him holding that small, small baby in his too-big hands. He'd even mentioned his sister's impending motherhood over dinner one night and invited her to the Talokanil variant of Amoxtili's baby shower. She'd agreed readily— and still didn't ask. 

It wasn't that she didn't want to; she simply didn't know how. Was she just supposed to say, "Attuma, I want to have your children"? It sounded ludicrous. 

The question lingered on her tongue damn near every waking moment, though; almost spilling out each time he took her to bed. She'd lay under, above, astride him, and he'd spill his seed on her stomach or back, and it would be right there, waiting for her to grow a pair of proverbial balls and spit it out. 

She never did, and their time together ended all too soon. Okoye kissed him goodbye and felt a piece of her heart break off when he dipped below Lake Nyanza's surface. Maybe that was why she couldn't ask— he was always leaving her at the waterline. 

(He always came back, though, and brought that piece of her heart with him.)

A month and too many long-distance kimoyo calls later, she found herself at her gynecologist’s office. It was two weeks before Amoxtili's baby shower and time to have her IUD replaced. 

Okoye went to the office for what had become a routine procedure every three years, except this time, as she waited in the lounge for her name to be called, she took note of all the pregnancy and baby and breastfeeding pamphlets. And when Dr. Langeni asked if she wanted the same contraceptive as she'd gotten the past 4 appointments, Okoye realized maybe she didn't have to ask.

~~~

Attuma's breath was hot against her skin as he slunk his way back up her body, lips and chin stained with her arousal. 

She breathed heavily, still coming down from her high, moaning again as his tongue traced a path from her knee to the crease of her thigh, sucking a bite mark onto the sensitive skin there. Okoye's hips bucked fruitlessly against hands that pressed her into the bed, and Attuma continued his journey, garnishing her hipbones with the same attention and dipping his tongue into her navel on his way. She fisted her hands in his hair, hissing when his tongue found her nipple, arching into his mouth. He released her breast with a pop and nipped his way up her neck and chin, pressing two chaste kisses against her lips. 

She pulled him back before he could draw away, arching off the bed to catch his lips in a passionate kiss. Okoye moaned as their tongues danced together. He tasted of salt and sea and her, and it made Okoye hungry for more. 

Attuma hovered over her, pulling her thighs over his and rubbing the tip of his thick cock along her aching folds. Okoye tilted her hips, allowing him to slip inside for an infinitesimal moment, and a deep groan escaped him. The sound settled somewhere low in her stomach and sent a bolt of heat straight through her, increasing her hunger for him tenfold. 

She wanted him— now. 

Breaking their kiss, Okoye canted her hips up again. "Attuma," she breathed his name, caressing his lips with every syllable, "fuck me." 

Her lover let out an amused huff and trailed a line of kisses across the ridge of her brow, then nipped at her ear lobe. "Ko'ole'wi'ij [Greedy woman]." 

Still, he sat back on his knees, disentangling her fingers from his hair, and kissed her palms. She smiled at his gentle affection, then traced her hands down his abdomen, fingers drifting over familiar scars. Okoye bit her lip, rocking her hips a third time, breath hitching as his cock nudged her clit. 

Attuma shook his head at her and took himself in hand, dragging his cock through her folds, gathering her wetness before pressing the tip of his cock against her weeping entrance. She sighed as he breached her walls slowly, then gave a low hiss of disapproval when he stopped. 

"Did you miss me, ko'oj?"

Bast damn him. She didn't want to talk; she wanted him to fuck her into the mattress, preferably within the next ten seconds. 

He pushed in further, then withdrew, fucking her shallowly. "I missed you too. Missed the way you taste, the way you sound."

Okoye gasped out a curse as he pressed in deeper, then whined when he withdrew again, leaving her only with the tip of his cock. 

"Missed the way you take me in… the way you spread for me." Attuma hummed and pushed forward, staring at the space between their bodies where his cock did just that. "Missed watching your sweet cunt swallow my cock." He thrust into her again, this time burying himself to the hilt. "Missed the way you clench around me when I'm all the way inside." 

A low, drawn-out moan fell from her lips, and her pussy throbbed, clenching involuntarily at his words. She tried to move her hips, only to find them immobilized in his grip, and whined. "Attuma, sithandwa... please, I need..."

He shushed her and lifted one of her legs to his shoulder. "I know," Attuma whispered, pressing a gentle kiss against her ankle, "you want to be fucked."

She barely had time to nod before he pulled his hips back and snapped them into hers with electrifying force, punching the air from her lungs. 

He began a merciless rhythm, giving her no time to adjust. Every snap of his hips sent dizzying sparks of pleasure coursing through her, each tinged with a pain so sweet she never wanted it to end. Okoye whimpered weakly as he plowed into her, hands scrambling for purchase against him. He thrust into her again, unfathomably deep, and she gasped his name. Her eyes screwed shut, and she flattened her palms against his stomach.

"This what you wanted, right, ko'oj? For me to fuck you?" There was a taunt in the rasp of his voice. 

Okoye couldn't find enough breath for anything more than a choked yes, and Attuma chuckled darkly. 

"Then, you're going to need to move your hands," he purred, swatting her hands away none too gently.

She twisted her hands into the sheets, moaning loudly as Attuma picked up the pace, fucking her harder, burying himself inside her over and over. His hands roved her body possessively, one pinching and pulling her nipples, the other finding her clit, rubbing maddening circles around the bundle of nerves. She keened, desire burning hot in her veins, and writhed beneath him. 

The cliff of her climax approached quickly, her body overwrought with sensation, and Okoye choked on a desperate sob. "Fuck! Attuma! Oh fuck, I'm gonna come!" 

"Yeah?" 

"Yes!" Okoye nodded frantically, biting her lip to stifle the scream that nearly escaped when Attuma increased his efforts, pushing her leg upwards and plunging impossibly deeper. 

"You'd better scream for me when you do, ko'oj— I want everyone in the kingdom to hear who's fucking you."

A horribly wanton sound escaped her at his demand, and her pussy spasmed around him as he worked her higher and higher. Fire raced in her blood, burning hot and sweet, threatening to consume her with his every movement.

"Okoye... ko'oten wo'osal... bejla'e’ [Come for me… now]," Attuma growled, pinching her clit and sending her flying.

Stars burst behind her eyelids, and she did just as he commanded.

Okoye screamed, the sound of her pleasure echoing off the stone walls around them, and Attuma fucked her through it, unrelenting and refusing to let her come down.

He shifted their position, wrapping her legs around his waist and changing the angle of his thrusts. The head of his cock dragged against her front wall with every snap of his hips, and she sobbed, teetering on the edge of delirium. Attuma bowed over her, bracing an arm on the bed beneath them and grasping her chin with his free hand. Sharp teeth grazed at her jaw before claiming her lips in a messy, bruising kiss of tongues and teeth, and her hands found purchase on his shoulders and back, nails biting into his skin. He tore his lips from hers and licked a path to her ear, husking filthy praises in his mother tongue. Words poured out of him, telling her how tight, how hot, how perfect she felt around him, coaxing, cajoling, commanding her to come on his cock again. 

She let out a swift string of profanities as her next climax crashed into her with a blinding flash of white-hot pleasure. Her pussy clamped down on him hard, and he groaned his own curses into her ear. 

"Where?" he grunted breathless and broken, hips stuttering frantically.

Okoye knew he was close. She knew what she wanted, too.

"Fuck, ko'oj… tell me where," he begged, tempo faltering as she gripped him tightly.

"Right here." She panted the answer against his ear.

He let out a hum of confusion, trying to pull away, but she fisted her hands in his hair to keep him close.

"Inside, Attuma... I want you to come inside me," Okoye moaned breathlessly, cunt clenching around him. 

He growled out her name, thrusts faltering as he came closer and closer. She locked her legs around him, crossing her ankles to keep him in her embrace, and kept talking, begging, pleading with him to fill her up and stuff her until she dripped with him. 

"I want it, pleasepleasepleaseplease..." She was babbling now, words coming faster than her mind could process, and she felt another orgasm curling its way up her spine. "I want to feel you stuff me until it runs down my leg. Attuma… nceda... fuck a baby into me.”

Attuma's hips jerked wildly at her words, and a harsh, strangled sound left him as he snarled into her neck, unable to hold back his release any longer. Okoye followed right after him, tipping headlong into ecstasy as she felt the warmth of his cum  flooding her. She collapsed into sweat-soaked sheets with a throaty groan, pussy still pulsing around his cock, milking him for every drop. She relaxed her legs, panting with exhaustion, and tried to catch her breath. 

Attuma didn't give her the opportunity. 

She'd barely breathed a minute before she found herself on her front, being pulled to her knees. Okoye choked on whatever question she attempted to formulate as Attuma plunged back into her.

His hand wrapped around her throat and pulled her back into his chest. ""Did you enjoy that, in yakunaj?" The question was growled into her ear, and his other hand grabbed hers, pressing both against her stomach. "Is that what you really wanted tonight— a womb full of my seed?" His question was punctuated with a hard thrust, forcing a curse from her. "If you wanted to be stuffed full of my cum, Okoye,  you needed only to ask," he told her, driving into her with slow, forceful strokes, making sure she felt every inch of him as he filled her. The wet sounds of him fucking their combined releases back into her provided a debauched sort of accompaniment to the lewd moans spilling from her lips. "I'd have fucked a baby into you months ago," Attuma husked, sinking sharp teeth into her shoulder as she writhed against him.

Okoye keened through grit teeth, the sound strangled and desperate. Every nerve ending was alight in painful pleasure, her body warring between being completely overwrought from his continued attentions and wanting more everything.

"Attuma, please!" Her voice was hoarse as she begged. What for, she didn't know, but it was the only thing she could think to do as his pace quickened, fucking her in earnest.  

"Don't worry, ko'oj— I won't stop until you're dripping."

~Finis~

A/N: Alright... so.... I might break out the herbals ahead of time

Up Next: Pillows takes on the Omegaverse (let us pray 🙏🏾)

[lilibrownlabonita]

The Sun and the Moon- Namor x reader

Summary: The day the Sun asked the Moon to marry him.

Warning: Angst?

Rating: Free

Work count: 3k?

A/n: The lower case words are the lyrics of the song, my inspiration was "O sol e a Lua" by Pequeno Cidadão. *Do not copy or repost.

And 24 hours later the sun rose the moon set and.

The sun asked the moon to marry him.

Said he had loved her for a long time.

Since the time of the dinosaurs, pterodactyls, tyrannosaurs.

The first time I asked her to marry me was after Queen Ramonda's death, she was beautiful as always, but angry and resentful for the death I caused, deep down I knew she would never accept to leave Wakanda for me, but still, I asked, I begged for a chance. I was in love with her from the first time I saw her, in fact, I was destined to fall in love with her, to love her, from the day I was born.

"I cannot marry a man like you, Wakanda would see me as a traitor"

"If you would accept, you would not have to stay here, you would be Queen of Talokan, please my love think again."

"I can't, go away and don't come back, Namor"

The sun asked the moon to marry him.

And the moon said.

I don't know, I don't know.

Give me a break.

It was the first time I heard my name used by enemies being used by my dear y/n, bitter and hurt I went back to Talokan. A few days passed and the confrontation between Wakanda and Talokan was approaching, I didn't want it to end like this, I needed to see her again, to try again.

With the help of Attuma and Namora I managed to enter Wakanda, my destination was my little girl's room, but when I entered I was met by her angry and with a knife pointed at my neck.

"No, I don't want to marry you Namor, I can't."

But the king star.

With all its planets.

Comets, asteroids.

Earth, Mars, Venus, Neptunus and Uranus.

Was to fall in love just for her.

Who despises him and lets him wait.

She denied me again, I had expected it, but I was desperate, I went back to Talokan with a pain in my chest, the war was coming and I didn't want to fight my love.

I promised myself never to love again, I don't want to feel that tightness in my chest, the anxiety and nervousness of loving. If she didn't want me, if she didn't want to be my queen, then I wouldn't try anymore.

And 24 hours passed and again the sun went down, the moon rose.

And again and again and again.

The day I fought Shuri was marked by much more than a defeat, but also by a union, Wakanda and Talokan will now fight for each other, as a King I am happy, but as a lover I feel dissatisfied, how can it be that after all that has happened, y/n, doesn't want me?

"My love, think about it, we can be together now, Wakanda and Talokan are no longer enemies, we are allies, marry me."

"I don't know, I need some time to think."

There was no more time, I couldn't wait anymore, she didn't want me, she didn't love me. Again I left for Talokan, this time with the idea of never returning to the surface, there was no reason.

Namora told me that I was being hasty, that I should wait for a proper answer, but I couldn't find the strength to hold out hope, she had denied my request three times, in theory twice, but the "I don't know, I need time" was like a no to me.

In those unanswered days, I walked a little more closed off, hardly left my quarters or ate properly, kept my time busy so as not to think about y/n.

Attuma convinced me to try to get over what happened and move on, "you are King of Talokan, you can have as many wives as you want", but I didn't want multiple wives, I wanted one, I wanted y/n. My people started murmuring that I was in a state of unlove, that I had been hurt, it was true, I was in pain, and no one could heal me but y/n.

Maybe those who have dubbed me the loveless boy are right, maybe I will never find love, that in fact I will never find someone who can love me.

The sun not knowing what else to do.

So much love to give.

And began to cry.

And melting.

It began to rain, and to wet.

And to darken.

It has been a month since it happened, I found out that y/n tried to contact me, she went to the beach where we usually met, and waited for hours, at first I thought of leaving when I saw her, but then a spark of hope warmed my heart, the smile I was trying to contain overcame me, I surrendered and swam to her.

And 24 hours later the sun rose and the moon set and.

the sun asked the moon to marry him.

And the moon said.

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know.

Give me a break.

"It's been a long time since the proposal my love"

"It's only been a month k'uk'ulkan"

Bingo, she stopped using "Namor", did I have a chance?

"It seemed like an eternity"

"Don't be dramatic, I want to talk to you"

"Funny, last time it seemed like you wanted me as far away as possible"

"I'm going to marry you"

Direct and sincere, that was my girl, never asking but demanding what she wanted, without fear or cowardice. I confess that hearing what she told me made my heart race, my hands tremble, my eyes fill with tears, and the smile on my lips grow, it seems she finally accepted.

[siancore]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💜

Thanks for thinking of me @cobrafantasies

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Why I love it: It was all fun and heat and chemistry. I love writing Soft Slutty Sam.

The Boys of Summer | SamBucky | MCU | M | 84,227 words

Synopsis: Sam Wilson returns home to the small town he grew up in to complete his med school residency. He hasn’t been back for an extended amount of time since he left for college. While he only consistently kept in touch with childhood friend, Steve Rogers, he was keen to see the people he had grown up with. With the exception of Bucky Barnes. They had a falling out the summer before Sam left for college. What happened between them? Can they move past it now that they’re adults?

Why I love it: It's the best thing I have ever written. It's close to home. Touches on queerness; race; self-acceptance; letting go; coming home; family; friendship; and love.

Red Dirt Road | Richonne | The Walking Dead | M | 99,123 words

Synopsis: Teenager, Michonne, spends her summers in rural Georgia with her family. She meets fellow teen, Rick, down Old Route 3 and a surprising friendship blossoms.

Why I love it: I just loved the pace of the story. The way it reminded me of summer breezes and dirt sticking to the lotion on my skin. How everything felt new and exciting, but scary, too. Just loved writing this world.

Sous Couverture | Richonne | The Walking Dead | E | 133,261 words

Synopsis: Rick is a crime boss. Michonne is the agent who is tasked with bringing him in. Instead, she must work with him to bring down a larger criminal network. Can she keep her attraction to Rick from getting in the way of her doing her job?

Why I love it: I always wanted to write crime stories. SC was that story for me. It was a lot of fun to write these versions of Rick and Michonne. It was a lot of fun to talk to other shippers about this story. I started to make a lot of fandom friends because of this story. Then my mother passed away while I was writing SC and I sort of used it as a crutch to channel a lot of painful feelings. I was also able to lean on the fandom friends I made at that really shitty time. I know to read the story, you wouldn't think it, but it saved my life.

Under Her Watch | Attoye | Wakanda Forever | E | 6,572 words

Synopsis: Wakanda and Talokan are allies. Okoye, Wakanda's greatest warrior, is tasked with overseeing joint training exercises. She is also responsible for keeping an eye on the Talokanil warrior, Attuma. Without his express support, the alliance may fall apart. If he keeps looking at Okoye like that, she may fall apart.

Why I love it: It was the first multi-chapter fic I wrote for Okoye x Attuma. I love this pairing. The enemies-to-lovers potential is there. The chemistry is there. Okoye getting to let loose is something very important to me. I had a lot of fun writing this story.

[thegirloffans]

Attuma @ Okoye in "C'mere Lover Boy!" By @xblackreader 💀

[neptoons1998]

Rolling Dough

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

A/N: This one isn't as long as the other's sorry.

Chapter 4: Chocolate glaze donuts

Okoye shouldn’t be surprised that it took that long with the bank. If anything she should have left earlier in the day because the bank decided to be at its busiest. Okoye needed to drop off the extra money the shop made this week. Finally, it was over Okoye couldn’t wait to get back to her shop so she could close early. She deserves it, primarily after dealing with the bank today. 

Maybe she’ll take a bubble bath or maybe put on a cozy show to start off her small staycation weekend. Okoye was going to leave work alone until Monday, she silently hope Shuri and Aneka wouldn’t burn her precious shop down. Once she was back in her store, it was eerily quiet, normally Aenka would have some music playing to pass the time at the shop. Aneka stood up straight from leaning on the counter when she heard the bell ring. 

“Oh you’re back,” Aneka greeted her, “Someone was waiting for  you.”

Okoye gave her a confused face before her eyes followed Aneka’s to see Attuma’s frame, who was sitting in a too-small booth for a man of his size, in the corner. Okoye had many questions but decided she wanted an easy Friday today, so she left questions for Monday. Okoye walked in the back to wash her hands before she create the dozen for Attuma, she came back to the front Attuma was waiting patiently at the register. 

“You know you didn’t have to wait for me,” Okoye said while  placing donuts that she had a feeling Attuma would like, “You could’ve ordered with Aneka.”

“But it wouldn’t be the same,” Attuma said to her. Okoye wasn’t sure how to deal with that type of comment.

“Oh,” Aneka exclaimed couldn’t wait to tell the group chat what was happening now. Okoye rolled her eyes at her sister’s comment,  as she took Attuma’s cash, “I guess I can understand, well  have a nice day, Attuma.”

“Okoye,” Attuma said to her. It made the woman look at the giant of a man, “Are you free this Saturday?”

“Yes, why?” Okoye’s voice trailed off. Not completely certain what’s happening. It was like anytime she talks to Attuma, her heart beats a little faster than she would have liked. Her palms get all sweaty as if she was a teenager all over again. 

She continued staring into Attuma's alluring eyes, “Because I want to take you out that day.”

Okoye will give Attuma this, he was very direct. There was no way you could twist his words. His words have meaning to them and right now he wants to go with Okoye. Could she handle that? It was time to move on, right? It wasn’t fair that W’kabi could move on like their love didn’t mean anything, certainly not the wedding. She too should get back to the world of dating. Worst case if it happens to be the most horrible date in the universe at least only a few people in her family would know about it this time, her thoughts rambled. But the quiet part in Okoye is that was she comfortable in her bubble. She didn’t want to adventure out. She never wanted to be that vulnerable to someone like that again.  

“I-” Okoye’s voice once again failed her in her time of need. 

“She would love to!” Aneka pierced through Okoye’s messy mind. Okoye could only look at her sister. 

“Aneka,”Okoye started 

Aneka rolled her eyes at her, “You weren’t going to do anything except watch tv and worry about this shop.”

“No,” Okoye started trying and failing to keep the conversation professional since Attuma watch the sisters discuss her going on a date with him. 

“So you were actually going to do something fun? Who are you? What have done to my sister?” Aneka joked. Aneka turned her head to Attuma, “Pick her at six and her favorite flowers are Jasmine, you got that lover boy?”

Attuma, always taking things in stride nodded, “Pick her up at six and Jasmine.”

“You got it,” Aneka beamed as she smile at him. And with that Attuma left the small donut shop with his box of dozen. 

“I can’t believe you did that?” Okoye croaked out as switched the sign to close. Aneka feeling proud of herself, “I did what needed to be done. ‘Sides it’s going to be fun.”

[xblackreader]

attuma: I don’t know… I just kind of feel like we were meant to be together. I mean look how fate has brought us to each other again.

okoye: it’s 3 AM and you’re stuck in my window.

attuma: ✨fate✨

[xblackreader]

✨Enjoy this art, as well as the latest chapter of c’mere, lover boy!✨

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“So impressive! I didn’t know you were so strong, Nacom.” “ You’re in such great shape, General Attuma! However a little skinny…” “Do you like chicken? I’ll prepare you some from my family’s coop!” “I bet you could carry me so easily…”

That’s quite enough.

[xblackreader]

Here’s a lil deleted chapter from C’mere Lover Boy! I take tips in bio 😏🤭 ONLY ON TUMBLR

Nacom (Closer)

Attuma x Okoye | 5K+ words | MDNI 18+

🔥༄ ♬ ˚₊ ➳ 🩵⚔️❤️ ➳ ♪ ❀ ༄🌊

Sharp pounding at Okoye's door shakes her entire house and she seethes as she approaches the entrance. it could only be one person, so brutishly offending her in the early hours of morning.

When she opens the door, Attuma is standing there with a very small, barely distinguishable smile on his face and a large bouquet of flowers in his hand.

"You know, there's no need to knock down my house just to give me some flowers, Attuma," She says, taking the bouquet and smelling the roses. She sighs, The smell is wonderful, but she won't admit that out loud. "You're not going to win me over like this, I don't care how much you try."

"You are very radiant this dawn, sunlight." He said, deep voice sending a giggle up her throat. Okoye covers her mouth quickly, and Attuma's grin widens. He likes to see her smile. She turns into her home and places the flowers on the counter so she can prepare a vase. "I've come to walk you to the palace for today's training. I am always excited to see how you command your army. You have a strong presence, a leader of men."

"A leader of women." She corrects.

"A leader of all." He fires back.

She places the roses and baby's breath in a crystalized vase, the sun sparkling off dew that clung to her living room windows, a testament to the cool, rainy season coming.

"Yes, and if you had not been such a pain in the neck, you might have had the honor of serving under me," She replied, smirking at the thought. He is not so prideful that he won't admit she is his equal, but he is so that he could not serve under her without a fight.

His firm warm chest pressed against her back, and she shuddered when he caged her in with his strong arms on both sides of her, "It would be my honor to be beneath you, in ya'akunaj." He whispered.

Her cheeks flushed hotly as she pushed him away from her, "Attuma," She scolded him, and he shrugged, capturing her waist with only one very large hand.

"I would be a lucky man, but I think you would be luckier if I had the pleasure of having you serve underneath me…” she pinched him and he chuckled. “Or, we could have been ruling the world together. Imagine, the entire surface kneeling at our feet." He said, watching her bend over to put on her shoes, his eyes on her backside. She stands and looks over her shoulder.

"It's not the world that needs to kneel. Come along," She says, gathering her training gear, The door shuts behind her as she locks it and they begin their short morning walk through to the Golden City.

"It is, my love," He replies, his eyes following a bird, flying through the trees, "My heart still pounds when I think of our very first encounter. You are incomparable."

Okoye puffed out her cheeks and turned away from him to hide how giddy he made her feel. "You are talking so much today! Why must you plague me with all your thoughts?"

Attuma smiled crookedly, "I find myself only feeling comfortable enough to speak with you at such lengths. Namora says I never stop talking when we're alone, too. I suppose you are just my closest confidant as of now." And forever, hopefully.

"Am I?" She asked, stopping in front of him, turning on her heel to face him, skin absorbing all the light from the rising sun and he wanted. When she breathed, he wanted. When she spoke, he wanted. "You are so bold, Nacom."

The grunt that left his chest was incensed, and he pulled her in by her waist. "You know how it affects me when you call me that."

"Do I? I hadn't noticed..." She responded, placing a palm on his chest, fingers curling around his collarbone.

This playful teasing and flirting was to become dangerously normal for her. SHe was far too used to the butterflies he sent wild in her chest and stomach, with every tender touch. It had been a long time since anyone had touched her, and his rough hands felt so good. His thumb, circling around her bare shoulder, was a pleasant distraction. They approached the transport ship that would take them directly to the palace balcony.

"You are making this very hard." He said, releasing her when she walked forward, to put her things on the transport. She greeted GRIOT, and told him Attuma would be traveling with her as well.

"What?" She said, coyly.

"Keeping my distance, out of respect for you."

Okoye turned again and placed a finger on his chin. "Maybe I'm testing your restraint, Nacom. I wouldn't want you to lose interest because you got everything you wanted."

He captured her hand in his, and looked over her entirely, "I can promise you, Never."

The doors opened, and the sun shone down on her skin and made her even more beautiful as if she needed any help. He followed her onto the flying ship, and took his seat behind her, looking about the aircraft uneasily.

Okoye took one look at him and snorted, "You're nervous. Of course you are. A great warrior, such as yourself, is scared of a flying boat."

Attuma huffed, slamming a foot onto the ground and shaking the ship. "Not scared. Cautious. How do we know that this machine won't just fall out of the sky? Technology is unreliable, in ka'ane."

"And magic is reliable?" She countered, raising a brow at him. He frowned, knowing she was right. Magic is just as unreliable. She smiled, "We fly to the palace every day, Nacom, it's not a problem. Trust me."

The craft began to rise and Attuma gripped the side railing, his knuckles turning white. "If the ancestors will it, the spirits will watch over us. There is nothing to fear." He said, trying to reassure himself.

She tried not to laugh, she really did. But she couldn't hold it in, "You are cute, my warrior. We'll be there in no time."

"If this falls, Okoye, I want you to know, I have no regrets."

"Shut up! You Talokanil, so dramatic!"

…

Arriving as the Dora Guard greeted them with Wakandan salutes and bowed heads, the two generals made their way to the training room.

"I must train with my guards. They must know how to use their spears in close combat," Okoye explained, her fingers sliding between his own, pulling him with her, "Would you like to participate?"

"If you need me for demonstration, I will make myself useful." He said, under his breath.

"Nacom," A Talokanil guard approached with a Talokanil salute, "Hello, Okoye of Midnight Angels." They greeted politely, shooting a short teasing look at their intertwined hands. "Nacom, Aju' Namora requests to see you for just a moment." The guard says.

"Very well," Attuma replied, and turned to Okoye, "Continue without me. This will not take long."

"Of course," Okoye replied.

When he disappeared, the Talokanil guard approached again and bowed their head to her, "You have his favor." He said, grinning, "I don't mean to speak out of my rank. Just... He does not gamble what he wants, and you, are very much wanted."

Okoye flushed, as the standing Dora on her sides snicker, "Thank you, uh-"

"My name is Ahti." The young man said.

"Ahti. Thank you. Now, please, everyone. Focus." Shee glared, and they regained composure.

The Dora Milaje stood in three rows, opening the door for her the enter the training facilities.

"Phakama ulwe!" She sounded, and the training Dora all took position calling back to her. "Wakanda Forever!"

'Excellent," SHe praised, walking between ranks as she assessed the group. "Good morning ladies!"

"Good morning General," They called back, saluting in unison.

"Now, we will be practicing with the Spear and staff. We will also have a very special guest joining us for this exercise, General Attuma."

The girls all looked about themselves to locate him with haste.

Okoye shook her head, "He is currently preoccupied with work. He will arrive at an agreed-upon time!" She informed.

"I'm certain he'd arrive whenever she would ask it..." One Dora whispered.

"Night or day," Another giggled.

"Girls, focus. He may be a good-looking, strong, charming-"

"Oh Bast," One whispered, and they all fell into giggles.

Okoye sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, "Yes, yes, he's- Yes." She cleared her throat, suddenly feeling very warm. "Please, let's get started. The faster we go, the faster you can meet him, alright? So, let's start. Spear and Staff. First, a quick warm-up."

Attuma watched them from the doorway. He saw her move and speak and lead. It was so incredibly impressive. Making himself known, he lumbered into the room, stoic and unreadable. Okoye smiled at him, and the Dora all fell silent.

"Imibuliso kuni, Dora Milaje." He addressed the women.

"Good morning, General Attuma." They echoed.

"Good, everyone is here. Ladies, this is General Attuma of Talokan. He will be teaching us a very important lesson on Spear and Staff." Okoye explained, gesturing for him to come closer.

He did, standing beside her and looking over the group.

The group was still and quiet, all staring in awe at his appearance. His blue skin, and imposing aura. "For our first demonstration, I will need a volunteer." She stated, looking them over, "I will not pick, I will wait for a volunteer."

She did not wait long, a few women raised their hands, and Okoye scanned over the group. "Bisola." He said, pointing at a girl at the back.

The Dora approached the mat with confidence and held out her spear, bowing her head.

"Okay, Bisola. What would you say is the difference between General Attuma of Talokan and you?"

The young lady looked over General Attum and his throat rumbled with a grunt, "He is very big, General. Much bigger than you as well."

The girls giggled.

"A proper assessment of General Attuma, Bisola." Okoye warned, "Say you encounter the General on the battlefield-" She starts.

"Bast forbid." One said, causing agreement throughout the room.

"Inzolo!" Okoye commanded, slamming her spear down twice. The room went silent.

Bisola cleared her throat, "He is much larger than me, General. Not human, as far as the eye can see. Heightened strength and appearance." The young soldier looked over his gear. "Heavily armed, and unpredictable."

Okoye hummed, walking around Bisola. "Very good."

Attuma shot a look to Okoye and she responded with a nod.

"Ugwayimbo." She commanded and Bisola struck her spear out, bringing it overhead to slice at Attuma with one movement.

Attuma caught it with his hand and pulled the spear from her, tossing it aside with a clatter and throwing a fist forward, stopping just short of Bisola's face.

"J'ach xaan." He said. "Slow." He translated, and Bisola paled at his massive fist.

"I agree, Nacom." She said, and nodded to him. "But perhaps your guard was down, Bisola?"

The young soldier nodded slowly, embarrassed. "Yes, General..."

Suddenly, her spear was back in her hand and Bisola faced the man towering over her with a new view. He sneered at her and she turned to Okoye.

"Do not insult him again, young lady," Okoye warned. ""Ugwayimbo!"

She lunged at him, and the two began fighting.

Okoye was pleased, seeing Bisola do better than before, she was able to land a few blows and was able to dodge his. Attuma moved with minimal effort, displaying his superior strength in her having to recover from each and every one of his blows. WHen she shot her weight too far forward with a strike however, he disarmed her and brought her down with a kick to her back. She landed on her knees but stood up for another round, and it was called.

"Cease. Oko kwanele." She said, and Bisola moved back and bowed, taking her place in the group.

"I see why you chose them," Attuma commented, and Bisola brightened, pleased.

"The lesson? We are not here to grow used to our sisters in arms. There are new enemies out there every day and you must be able to size them up and take them down. We will practice again, this time, with weapons," Okoye commanded, "You may choose the weapon you desire. Do not choose the same weapon, and if someone has chosen your desired weapon, choose another. There are no rules on the field of war. Understood?"

"Yes, General!"

"Nacom, A word," Okoye said, as the girls began to pair up and pick weapons.

"Of course," He said and walked out into the hall with her. "Yes, Okoye. Did I-?" He began and was interrupted with her hands on his face.

She pulled him down into a kiss, and his hand was immediately on her back, pulling her closer.

It was a few minutes before they came apart, and when they did, Attuma was grinning from ear to ear. A face she very rarely got to see on him. He was so reserved and serious, and even though it made her smile, she did love his more relaxed side.

"My Dora." He growled.

"Hush," She chided, "Not yet." Another soft kiss for them to share and she pet his hair down, fixing his ka'ansaj. "Thank you for helping me... I know you had very few hours to relax before your duties."

"There is no relaxation without you, Okoye." He admitted, and she shook her head.

"So sweet, my man..." He growled and picked her up, causing her to shush him and hold in her laughter. "Put me down! I am trying to work!" She laughed, and he kissed her.

"You are a tease," He said and put her down, watching her fix her clothing. "I will be off now, but I will see you when your training day is complete."

"Okay, will you walk me back home then?"

"Not today, my sunflower." He chided, kissing her hand when she pouted so cutely. "I have something to do, however, I will see you when you return home."

She nodded and he smiled, leaning down to kiss her lips softly, "Be safe,"

"And you as well, my Dora."

She nodded and watched him leave, taking a deep breath and collecting herself. SHe opened the doors and closed them, turning to see...

The entire training Dora watched her with knowing smiles.

"Oh, shut up!" SHe snipped.

The group burst into laughter, and she sighed, shaking her head and getting back to work.

"What was that, General?"

"I don't believe you've taught us the kiss of life..."

"Girls! That's it! Laps! Laps around the training grounds!"

"That's not fair!" "We're going to tell your man!"

"Outside now!"

...

The rain pelted the glass on the ship as she made her way back home. Okoye calmly hummed to herself and thought to herself what she would prepare for her and her bottomless pit to eat. Perhaps a large pot of stew and some rice and fish. He would be hungry, and it would last them a few days. She would make sure he had enough energy to take her on their bed and the floor and wherever else they wanted...

Biting her lips, she repositioned her legs as she landed and gathered her things. How he managed to get her to flustered even when in his absence befuddled her. He was a mystery; charming, handsome, and strong beyond belief. It was as if he was made specifically for her, and she knew just how much he adored her. He never let her forget it.

That sinking feeling in the back of her head whispered that it wouldn't last, but she didn't listen. She deserved this. She earned this.

Her kimoyo beads rang, and she picked up,

"Hey, babycakes sweet cheeks..." Ayo greeted monotone, and she rolled her eyes.

"Really, Ayo?"

"That's how Aneka taught me to say 'hello' now. Where are you?"

"I'm on my way home, it's pouring. So I'll have to run once I land." Okoye said, eyeing the hologram from her beads. "Why?"

"I heard your training seminar was... eventful." Ayo teased, and Okoye scoffed, walking out of the ship and looking around.

"General Attuma assisted me for a short demonstration if that's what you mean." She said, and her friend snorted.

"That's not what I heard."

"And what did you hear?" She asked, putting the keys to her ship away and walking to her home.

"That you had a little 'incident' during training."

"Incident?" Okoye questioned, and Ayo nodded, smirking.

"I heard that the great General Okoye and Nacom Attuma had a little 'battle'."

"It was a sparring session," Okoye answered.

"With your women?" Ayo teased.

"They were doing the lesson."

"A lesson on loud shut-door rendevous'?"

"Ayo!" Okoye snapped and her friend laughed.

"Okay, okay... But seriously, are you happy?" Ayo asked, and Okoye stopped, looking at her.

"What?"

"I said are you happy? You've been spending lots of time with Talokan's General, I just want to know if you're happy." Ayo repeated, and Okoye bit her lip. "No need to answer me now... I just want you to know you deserve happiness, you always have."

Okoye's heart swelled, and she smiled.

"You're a sap,"

"Oh shut up." Ayo snapped, "Now go home and enjoy your evening. I'll see you soon enough, Lord M'baku keeps me preoccupied with his complaints and whining..."

Okoye laughs as she walks up her yard and opens to gate, quickly walking as the rain began to pour generously again. This would be good for her garden at least.

"Tell him to suck it up and talk to the Queen. I'm sure Shuri would appreciate the help."

"Yeah, maybe. Good Bye, Okoye."

"Bye, Ayo." The call disconnected and Okoye opened her door with a sigh, freezing when she saw the display in front of her.

The smell of cooked fish and spices filled the room, and her kitchen had been littered with food. A table had been set and there was a beautiful arrangement of flowers at the center.

She turned, hearing movement enter the room, and found him. Him... Her General. Dressed in his loose sweatpants and nothing else, looking just as surprised to see her and then slightly embarrassed.

"Okoye." Attuma greeted.

"Attuma... What is all of this?" She asked.

"A celebration." He answered, and her eyes widened, "A celebration of our union. I wanted to surprise you."

She stood silently and took him in, kind and compassionate. He towered in her home and he made everything so much better...

"You're wet." He stated, approaching her.

"Ye- I- what?" She said, blinking, and he reached for her face.

"It's raining outside. Your face is wet." He repeated, and she blinked, realizing she was crying.

"O-Oh." She said, and his thumb swiped her cheeks, wiping away her tears. "Y- yes! Yes..."

He graciously accepted this explanation and watched her struggle to remove her wet coat. "Mm... Sorry."

"No." He said simply.

"What?"

His warm hands were felt through each layer of her clothes and she avoided his eyes, ashamed of her thoughts. "You are never sorry, Okoye. Don't be." He chastised softly, his low voice reverberating in her body.

"Oh... Thank you, Attuma."

"Hm." He said the fire crackling in the corner made this even warmer than necessary. He was close enough to feel the heat from his skin and her mind wandered to what she was thinking of when the women interrupted.

"You have a good day today?" She asked, and he nodded.

"I had to report the success of our mission to Namor, however, your Queen has made the process more efficient and less taxing on the mind." He explained. "It was easier to report the information rather than have me relay the information myself."

"That's good."

"But you don't care." He said and she furrowed her brows at him.

"Of course, I do! WHat do you mean?"

STepping towards her, he backed her gently into her front door, closing her body in with his as she gasped. He was close, too close. "I can see how your eyes are following my hands and lips. You don't care about my day, and neither do I. We're here now." He pointed out, his eyes focused and trained on her face, taking her in, and his voice was deep and rumbling as the thunder. The thunder shook her house when his hands slid up to remove her shirt, leaving her bra. Her chest heaved and her eyes never left his. He smirked and moved, and his teeth scraped her ear. "I've waited all day for you, and I don't want to hear you say another word about the mission or training. It's a waste of time."

"Attuma..." She whispered, arching her back so her hands could capture his jaw.

"Come." He said, ignoring her pout. He pulled her away from the door and removed her boots and pants, and she tried did the same to him. Soon, she was in just her underwear and standing in front of her couch.

"Lay." He commanded and she sat, watching him place a blanket over her shivering body. He stepped toward the kitchen and she grabbed the remote for her television, turning it on.

"Here." He said, and she raised a brow, watching him. He returned to her side, presenting a plate of steamed vegetables and rice, and a large piece of fish. "You'll feed me, Attuma?" She asked softly, placing her legs over his thighs and pressing herself as close to him as possible.

"If you allow it." He said, and her heart fluttered, taking the plate and fork and beginning to cut the fish.

"Well, thank you. I'm famished." She said, taking a bite and groaning, chewing slowly. He pulled the blanket to swaddle her completely and smiled warmly when she reached up for a kiss.

"Mm." She hummed, pulling away. "Tastes amazing."

"Does it?" He asked, and she nodded, placing a hand on his pectoral muscle.

"So do you." She said, and he chuckled, cutting more so she could take bites.

"Mm." He fed her more, chuckling when she gasped as her favorite drama came on the television. "A new installment too." He commented, and she turned to him with stars in her eyes.

"You... planned this whole day?" She said, and he nodded.

"Every part. I want you to be happy."

Okoye tucked her chin into his chest and kissed his lips when he dipped his head, "I am..." I am happy, Ayo... "You make me so happy..."

He nodded and took the plate from his lap, placing it on the table. "We will watch this, and finish dinner after."

Okoye broke free of the blanket around her and captured his lips in another deep kiss, wrapping her legs around his hips.

"Thank you."

"No thanks needed."

"I-I'm serious. This is the most romantic night anyone has ever given me." She said, and he sighed, looking at her. "Then it is good, I am here now to offer you even more than this."

"Attuma..." She whispered, looking from his lips to his eyes.

"Yes, in reina?"

Her hips rolled into his, and he choked on a groan. "A- Attuma..."

"Yes, Okoye?"

"I... I need you." She whispered, and he blinked, nodding slowly.

"You have me, I am right here."

She rubbed her small hands down his abdomen and gently traced the raised scar tissue with her fingers. "I want to thank you properly..." SHe whispered, dismounting his lap to sit between his knees.

"In reina... Your show... You'll miss it."

Okoye ignored him, placing a kiss on his belly and grabbing the remote to turn the TV off. "That's not my concern right now..." She said, running her hands down his thighs.

"What are you doing?" He asked breathlessly, and her nose pressed into his soft stomach.

"I want to make you feel good." She whispered, clenching her thighs together. "You make me feel good, I want to return the favor,"

"Okoye-"

"No, Attuma. Let me." She said, and his hands reached under the blanket to rub her back, "Just let me be your woman."

He groaned when her fingers pulled at his boxers, "You are a temptress, In Reina..."

"Am I? I'm sorry..." She feigned an apology, nipping just above his pantline.

"Your touch." He confessed, "Your kiss. Your skin against mine. You're a beautiful creature and I can't keep my hands to myself."

"Then don't." She whispered, and he grunted as her hot breath tickled the thin hair on his belly. His chest widened further when he placed his arms over the back of her sofa, clenching his jaw in a way that made her whimper at the sight of him.

"Okoye... " He ordered, and she moaned, pulling her legs under her to kneel in front of him, and put her hands on his waistband pulling slowly.

He watched her breasts bounce in the confines of her black bra, and licked his lips.

"Are you going to stop me, my warrior?" She asked, and he growled.

"No."

"No? You'll let me take your clothes off, and not touch me?"

Attuma faltered, his eyes dark and steely. "What is it you want?" He growled.

Okoye nuzzled the front of his pants, smiling when he thrust his rapidly growing erection in her face. "Command me, Nacom..."

His voice was thick when he spoke again, "You are playing a dangerous game, my flower..."

"It's not a game, I promise you," Okoye said, "You always hold back with me... It's insulting." She said, feigning a sweet purse of her lips.

"I am not weak."

"And neither am I, Attuma. I can take what you have to offer. Command me. Make me yours..."

His eyes grew dark and she could feel him straining through the thin fabric of his boxers.

"Unburden me," Attuma growled, and Okoye did, pulling at the strings of his pants until his thick and heavy erection bounced against his belly.

She licked her lips and swallowed thickly, running her hand from his navel to the tip.

"My lord... My protector, my provider..." She whispered, and his body clenched, "Tell me what you want, Nacom.."

Attuma's jaw was clenched tight and he thought for a moment. "Take that wretched covering from your breasts. Let me look my fill."

She reached behind her, undoing the hooks and tossing the fabric onto the table, her chest rose with every breath and he leaned forward to capture both breasts in his hands, massaging them with his fingers and thumbs.

"So beautiful, my warrior..."

"You flatter me." She teased, and he grunted.

"Bring your body to my cock, I want to see and feel my prize please me."

Okoye bit back her smile, whining when he released her breasts. "Yes, Nacom." SHe sat forward and let his heavy member rest in between her tits, and his nostrils flared.

"By the Gods..." He grunted, and she began moving, squeezing him with her chest and rubbing her nipples on her thumbs.

"This is good?" She breathed, with lidded eyes.

"Yes. Very." He said, and his hand came to her cheek, caressing her jaw.

Soft lips went to kiss his tip and he began lazily thrusting himself between her breasts, squeezing her torso with his thighs. He shuddered and groaned, watching her nipples harden and her lips glisten.

"Beautiful creature, you are." He praised, and she lowered her eyes.

"Nacom."

"Do not hide, Okoye. Let me see those eyes."

Her eyes came up and her body shivered. "Yes, Nacom..."

"Good." He whispered, and his hands went to his erection, rubbing the tip on her lips, lining it with her tongue when she opened wide for him. A beautiful sight.

"Do you like the taste of my manhood?"

"Yes, Nacom. Very much." She moaned, before closing her lips around him, sucking the tip of his cock.

He groaned, and pushed more into her mouth, grunting when she gagged slightly. "You can take more, I know you can." He whispered, and she nodded, swallowing him whole.

"Ah... yes." He hissed, reaching forward to grab the back of her neck. "Such a good girl."

She moaned at the praise and looked up at him. "Nacom... I want to please you."

He growled, and pulled her forward by her neck, pushing her deeper onto his cock. Her pitiful gagging and frantic taps on his leg doing nothing but encourage him. "Put your hands behind your back, woman."

With a hm, that sent his hips into overdrive, she grasped her own ankles behind her and let him have his way.

"Such a good girl, Okoye... So good to me."

She choked, and her eyes watered, but she held her position, even when her jaw began to ache. Her slurping and moans, made his abdomen tighten, but he never tore his eyes away from her.

"Okoye..." He called, and her eyes looked up at him, steeping, with a muffled moan. He pulled her off his cock and rubbed himself in his own hand, watching as he dwarfed her efforts to take over.

"Nacom...?"

"Shh, my sweet. Let me have my way."

He groaned, and she crawled forward, licking her lips.

"You taste amazing, my lord..." Her pretty lips kissed their way down to his balls, sucking and licking as his chest rose and fell rapidly with the new stimulation.

Her waist was grabbed before he could finish and she whined in protest, but her hips were pulled forward and he spread her thighs wide over his lap, her bare cunt dripping on his thigh.

"Okoye, my beauty..." He purred, and her hands went to his shoulders.

"Please, Attuma."

"I will give you anything, my flower."

"Your seed. Your heart. Your name, Nacom. Give them to me.."

"My heart is yours, my love." He said, roughly handing her backside over her panties. "It always will be. Turn around and present yourself to me."

She obeyed, standing before turning around and bending over. He growled, pulling the offending garment to the side, revealing her to his eyes. Her pussy clenched when he blew hot air on her, and her cheeks blushed.

"Please..."

"So pretty..." He whispered, before pressing his tongue against her. She squeaked, and he did it again, flattening his tongue on her opening and licking. He slapped her backside, sending a pleased hum when it moved under his palm like water. "My name will be the only one you'll ever call in your moments of weakness, Okoye."

"Y- yes, Nacom..." His words were harsh, but his tone was gentle. His hand stroked her skin, and her thighs shook. "My body is yours. My mind, my heart, my soul... Take it." He grasped her hips and brought her to sit on his member, spreading his thighs so she could take him inside.

Her mouth parted in a silent gasp and he leaned forward, his hand reaching in between her legs to stroke her clit.

"Oh, Attuma..."

"I know, my queen." He smirked, "Do you feel me inside you?"

"Yes, yes..." She moaned, and he pulled her hips closer, pushing himself deeper.

"Ride me, Okoye. Bring me to completion and I will return the favor."

His voice was a harsh growl and it made her shiver.

"Mm, yes, Nacom." She said, and he watched as she lifted her body, squeezing her thighs with his knees, her arms stretched out behind her, grasping his legs. She moved her hips in slow circles, biting her lips as his tip grazed her G-spot and forced her knees to shake.

LArge hands grasped and spread her ass to his gaze, and he slowly began to bounce her up and down his length. "You are so beautiful, my warrior. My love." He purred, and his words made her eyes squeeze shut. She turned to look over her shoulder and gripped his strong thighs in her hands.

"Oh, Yes..." She moaned, and he growled.

"Say my name."

"Nacom... Please." She begged, and he grunted, bouncing her harder. Their flesh slapped together over and over again as he moans grew in fervour and his grunts grew more and more animalistic. His thighs spread widerm rocking as he let her have her way, slamming down to take him to the hilt and squeeze him just right.

"Please, what?"

"Make me cum. Cum inside of me." She whined, and his fingers dug into her waist.

"My name, my queen. Say my name, and you'll get your reward."

"Nacom, my ruler, my man... Make me yours."

His teeth found her neck, and her walls tightened around him, her thighs shaking.

"I will give you everything and more. Just say my name, my woman, and it will be yours."

"Y-yes, yes... Ah-!"

"Who owns you, my love?" He grunted, his hand grasping her throat.

"Att- aah! Attuma!" She cried out, and her hands grasped his wrist, her walls squeezing him as he pounded her from behind, his cock throbbing inside her.

"Take it all, in yaakunaj." He grunted, rocking his hips to fill her entirely, rubbing her stomach as it swelled slightly.

"Ah, my man..."

"That's right. Who is the only one that can please you?"

"You, Nacom..." She moaned, and he smirked, leaning over to press his lips against her spine.

"Who is the only one who can make you scream and beg, hm?"

"You, Attuma."

He growled, and pushed her down to bend over the couch, grabbing her thighs and spreading them. She gasped, and tried to close her legs, but he held her there, staring down at her bare and glistening sex. Watching as thick cum, dripped out over her thighs and collecting it on his fingers, to push back in.

"Beautiful..."

"Attuma..."

He looked up at her, and her face was red, her eyes looking down. "Is there a problem?" He commanded.

"No, Nacom... You are too far away, Nacom. Come to me." The rain slowed down, pittering off the windows once again.

He stood up, His face lit up with a grin and he moved, setting down to meet her face. "I love you, Okoye. I desire you entirely" He murmured, and she sighed.

"I know. I love you too..."

His shock froze them both. He looked into her eyesand she nodded, tearing up slightly.

"Really?"

"I... I am not ready for anything superbinding yet. But... Yes, I do." She whispered, welcoming him into her arms when he surged forward, lifting her up and twirling her in his arms.

"You will not regret this, Okoye." He purred, and pressed his lips against hers, her feet still dangling above the ground.

"Attuma, put me down! I'm naked!"

"I've seen it before. It's very nice."

She giggled, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "You're not too bad yourself, but you have to stop making fun of me. It's not gentleman-like."

"You weren't complaining just minutes ago, when i ravished you."

She gasped, and swatted his shoulder. "You did not."

"Oh? Shall I show you again?" He chuckled, and pressed his lips against her neck, feeling her pulse.

"You are a menace, Nacom." She said, but she didn't stop him.

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Subterfuge - Attoye (M)

Omega! Attuma longs for the Alpha! okoye to pick him as her very own, but he doubts she would ever want him…

Omegas were supposed to be dainty and fragile, but Attuma was large and physically strong, though his personality was meek. He decides to at least take a chance, even if she will send him on his way.

Okoye surprises him.

22 (too hot to handle) - Attoye (M)

Okoye. The youngest General in all of Wakandan history. The prized warrior of her country, a shining beacon of light and most sought after eligible woman…

Has a secret.

And her secret wishes he could tell her he loved her.

Don’t Run From Me - Attoye (M) ch. 9

Don’t wanna spoil too much so here’s dialogue instead…

“You will remain in this home, woman. And stay away from other men.”

“Or what?”

Shadows hang over his perfect face as he stalks to her and stands over her position on her knees. “I will kill them.” The gasp that leaves her lips is completely involuntary.

“When the blood is drained from their bodies and the life has left their eyes, will you believe me then? Will you stop calling my bluff once I have killed men for you?”

“I… No! That’s-“ he frightened her. He was capable of such heinous crimes and far more willing then he should be.

“These meaningless lives gone because you couldn’t wait for your Alpha to return home?”

Her stomach dropped at that and she scowled at this monster of a man. “If you killed them, I would consider it the act of a mad man! I would not hold myself accountable!”

His eyes, devoid of light but full of emotion swept over her barely clothed body and reached out a hand to gently stroke her face. Hands capable of breaking men’s necks touching her so gingerly.

“My pretty flower,” His lip curled and revealed a canine dripping with saliva. “That is a comfort to no one but you.”

He pulled away from her and her lip trembled but she did not speak. She picked a shoe up from the floor and tossed it at him, it hit his thigh and made him laugh while sliding on his shirt.

He spoke before he left her there.

“I’ll bring food for you to prepare when I return. How lucky I am to have you…”

C’mere Lover Boy! - Attoye (M) ch. 6

“This is a pomegranate. It’s one of my favorite fruits. If I’m feeling self-indulgent, I will often cover the seeds with chocolate and eat them for a snack.”

He raises one eyebrow. “Have you brought any chocolate?”

“No,” she said, avoiding his eye contact coyly and shrugging as she attempted to pry open one of the pomegranates. “You do not deserve it.”

Attuma laughed under his breath as she finally managed to pop open the sections of the red fruit. “How cruel…” he watched her nod to herself, and then gesture toward him to do what she had done.

…

He opens his mouth to say something, but instead, just watches wordlessly and she lowered herself to be closer to him, entirely between his legs. She smells divine… and as he gives her his arm to steady her when she lowers into his lap, sitting on his thigh, all he can think about is her little hand cupping his jaw.

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C’mere Lover Boy Ch. 10 is Up!

- A council meeting between Wakanda, Talokan and a vital ally to the cause of peace…

M’Baku waved his hand, “I say, send the bald headed demon.”

Attuma bristled, uncomfortably. Not at the nickname, though he wasn’t a big fan of his beautiful little monster being referred to as a demon. He was uncomfortable with her leaving on a mission with the Americans. Particularly this American.

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ATTUMA HEADCANON 🤭

😏Play boy😏 turned 😍Lover boy😍 situation definitely 🤣🤣

I love the idea of Attuma, being a known playboy back in Talokan, and now he’s found a woman who he actually wants to be with for the rest of his life, and she hates his guts. Wants nothing to do with him.

They were women from all over Talokan, who would literally throw themselves at him and seek his attention, and he was just the most eligible bachelor out there

And the more I think this is the funniest thing in the world, and he’s getting what he deserves.

“ all those women who would show up at my door, begging for answers and wondering where you were!!” Namora teased, as he sat pitifully in the main room, holding another gift Okoye rejected.

“This is their retribution! The bachelor of Talokan! The great general attuma! Brought to his knees, by a mere surface woman!” She thought he was a fool and he did too honestly but there was no way he’d just give up and settle for a woman less than okoye bc it was easier.

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1. LOYALTY - Mob AU Attuma x Okoye 18+

2. The’obrama Cacao - 18+ Attuma x Okoye Smut w barely any plot

3. Moth To A Flame - Modern AU 18+ reconciliation PWP Hurt/Comfort

4. I will try to fix you - Hurt/Comfort married Attuma x Okoye 🥹

5. C’mere Lover Boy - my main attoye plotted fic! a fave bc they’re my babies 🩵❤️