#black panther au fanfic

[queermentaldisaster]

“You need to shift, right?” Soap nodded. Ghost continued, “then shift. You're a red fox, you're small, you can rest in my lap while I drive us back to Alejandro's base.”

Guys you don't understand

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[erikftglitter]

The Piteous Life of Dr. Stevens’ New Wife

Erik Killmonger AU

Created By: Erikftglitter

The Piteous Life of Dr. Stevens’ New Wife

Dr. Erik Stevens leads a life shrouded in silence and solitude, retreating into the shadows of his isolated existence outside the hospital. Haunted by his past and determined to shield those around him from his turmoil, he avoids all human connection. So when middle school teacher and unsuspecting Kari Evans extends an invitation into her world, she unknowingly opens a door to understanding the sadistic nature of Dr. Erik “Killmonger” Stevens.

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Kari was humbled by most of the comments from married women in her life. A perfect man did not exist and she shouldn’t waste her vital years searching for him. She ought to be somewhat happy with a man and raise a family. Having a hobby or two would fulfill the gaps of unhappiness.

She almost believed that until she was hit by a shopping cart in the grocery store.

“Ow!” She exclaimed. The metal cart had unexpectedly hit the side of her body when she was shopping for cereal. So much for looking for a balanced breakfast.

“Oh my goodness. I’m very sorry.” The man rushed over to Kari and pushed his cart away from her body. She couldn’t even process a response before she felt her shirt being lifted by the man as he examined the damage. What the hell?

“There’s a little redness present and the indentations from the cart should subside within the next half an hour. I’m very sorry ma’am.”

He spoke softly and surely. If he hadn’t hit her a few moments ago he’d have an advantage over the rest of the men in the small town. He helped her off the ground and she didn’t miss the sizable difference between his hands and her body.

Snapping out of her daze by the painfully obvious fact that the man was clearly waiting for a response from her.

“I-It’s alright. I’m okay.” She stammered. It was partially from being flustered by the presence of the man in front of her and partially because she was just face to face with grocery store tiles.

He was perfect. Tall, brownskin, with a build that made her heart flutter. His hair was cut low and he was wearing gold frames that complimented his facial structure perfectly. Her touch starved description of the beautiful man was cut short by his voice.

“I’m Erik,” His eyes never left hers. “Dr. Erik Stevens. Again I’m very sorry for that. I’m a general surgeon at Oregon Medical Center and I’m just trying to figure out what the hell these interns wrote.” He looked down at the white paper in utter confusion and tried to make out the scribbles on the paper. They were definitely living up to the theory that doctors had atrocious handwriting.

“It’s alright.” Kari had enough embarrassment for the day. Being star-struck by a beautiful man in the grocery store after being struck by his shopping cart full of coffee was going to supply enough ammunition for the next year to keep her wide awake at night.

“Well can I make sure that you get to your car safely?” The doctor asked. He was genuinely upset by his actions. It wasn’t like him to multitask and hurt someone. He had always lived by that and he was in the process of teaching his new set of medical students the same thing.

“No, that's okay Dr. Stevens. I’m fine.” Kari just wanted this interaction to stop so that she could curl up into a ball. She was already an anxious adult and it didn’t take much for her to feel overwhelmed. She would just finish grocery shopping another time and at another store completely.

She completely missed how the man drank in her appearance or how his dick jumped at the way she said his name. Erik could just mount the smaller women in the breakfast aisle, but he remained calm. However, his ego was ready to play.

This was an exhausting life for the older man as well. He had started his career in the United States Navy SEALS and practiced medicine in the field. Saving hundreds, if not thousands, of people in the process of his studies. His ability to read people was instinctual and both a blessing and a curse.

Sometimes he longed to be normal. To be able to relate to the other surgeons. To have a wife and kids at home and have simple hobbies outside of work, but Dr. Stevens had a very big problem.

He was not relatable. Not even in the slightest. The Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder that he suffered from made him a permanent victim of insomnia and isolation. After work he worked out, ate, and stayed in complete silence or else his body would not be functional and he would take over again. And he loved to play.

He thought that he was doing a good thing by checking to see if the woman was okay, for heaven’s sake he sees all types of body parts every single day. He was pretty desensitized to anything. He’s not sure what’s triggering the unexpected reunion with him, but he would love it if he went back to hiding.

There was no cure for Erik’s predicament. The Navy created a permanent presence that he could not erase. He was always there underneath the surface waiting to play and Erik just did his best to regulate him. For the most part they were satisfied. He was rich, worked alongside beautiful women that were thankfully married (or else he would’ve probably been in trouble a long time ago), and with the relocation to Oregon he thought that he would have a nice quiet life.

But Kari was triggering him. Maybe it was the clear aversion of eye contact, or maybe the way she gasped and how her lips parted, or maybe it was just the beauty of her existence. Erik and his ego were both in agreement with the latter part and that was never a good thing.

Erik lived in a permanent state of forced celibacy. Between his unexpected reunions with his ego and the way that his PTSD would randomly flare up, his conscious brain felt better about not putting a woman close in his grasp. It had been five years since his last sexual encounter and he fucking hated it. Sure he worked with women and found some attractive here and there, but he was an absolute extremist. If he was not strongly attracted to them then they did not exist. It was not like women hadn’t tried. Some even had the arrogance to imply that he was gay because of his lack of attraction towards them, but the Navy trains you to be a centered being. If he couldn’t control his own dick then he had no business being a trained assassin. Especially being a legally endorsed assassin.

Kari’s voluminous curls were doing something to him. The matching athletic suit that complimented her figure, the doe eyes of pure submission, and her soft spoken voice had his palms sweating. He needed to get away from this woman quickly. But he was too late. Kill was already there and ready to play.

“Well at least allow me to pay for your groceries. I insist.” He smiled at Kari. He watched her face intensely as she debated the offer. This woman was in for it.

Kari continued her shopping as usual. She’s not sure why the gentleman is so persistent about paying for her groceries, but the teacher salary in the small town of Caber City, Oregon was pitiful. Almost as pitiful as Kari. She didn’t expect him to merge their carts and shop together but she’d be a liar if she didn’t admit that the company was nice.

She didn’t have many friends or any for that matter. All of her childhood friends moved out of Caber City as soon as the opportunity presented itself. She had been raised by her grandparents and took care of them both up until their deaths. She lived a quiet life in the big house that they left her. She wondered every day if she should just follow the path of the rest of her coworkers at CC Middle School and just marry someone she went to highschool with.

“You don’t have to be back soon Dr. Stevens?” Kari asked after several moments of silence. Her thoughts were becoming too much for her and she wasn’t home to self-regulate.

“No.” He answered quickly. “Too many hours. They practically kicked me out.” He added. Kari tried to hide the smile creeping up on her face, but Erik didn’t miss the way that her eyes silently confirmed her satisfaction.

“I suppose no wife or children are waiting for you at home then, huh?” Kari was trying not to be painfully obvious at her attempts to know the man a bit better, but if he was going to follow her around and pay for her groceries, then she would feel better if he played into her fantasy. She would probably think about it every day.

“Correct. Long hours are not enough time to get to that I suppose.” Erik replied. That wasn’t a complete lie. Kari nodded. He wondered what she was thinking about. He wondered if she’d been interested or intimidated by him by now. His ego didn’t care either way.

It didn’t take Kari long to finish her list and to help Erik with his. He didn’t mind how long it took, truly. He was more interested in the athletic two piece set that she wore. He wanted nothing more than to rip it off to reveal her stunning figure. The things that he would do to this woman were unacceptable.

Once Erik kept his promise to pay for all her groceries and for their shopping to conclude; Kari almost felt sad. Who was Dr. Stevens really? How could she get to know him more? Oh what hell she had already been embarrassed enough, what’s the worst that could happen?

Erik was fighting a silent battle between himself. He was almost back in control when they left the grocery store and entered the parking lot. All he had to do was load the bags into her car and to get to his car. Then he could take a cold shower and return back to himself and this beautiful woman could return back to hers without his interruption.

“Hey. Why don’t I show you around Caber City sometime?”

Those ten words were enough to make Erik completely lose control. Oh how close you were to being a free woman, he thought silently. With a sinister smile Erik agreed to the woman’s offer.

“I’d love that.”

[livstarlight]

*Shuri coaching Namor for his first UN meeting after Talokan revealed itself to the world*

- No picking up fights, no matter how stupid these people sound. No threats. Not even a side-glare. And you absolutely can’t... under any circumstance... flood anyone or anything. Not even as a joke. Are we clear?

- Not even the Spanish delegation?

- Especially the Spanish delegation.

[xblackreader]

The Shark And The Huntress ❤️ Attoye Ideas List!

Need Alternative Universe ideas? Comment your own below!

(Dead dove Potential - Personal fave - OTP Gold)

Werewolf! Attuma x Riding Hood! Okoye

Pirate King! Attuma x Wild Woman Pirate Queen! Okoye

King! Attuma x Handmaiden! Okoye

Alpha! Attuma x Omega! Okoye

Demon! Attuma x Angel! Okoye

Bodyguard! Attuma x Celeb! Okoye

Rockstar! Attuma x super fan! Okoye

Soccer player! Attuma x Volleyball! Okoye

Boxer! Attuma x Medic! Okoye

Mob Boss! Attuma x Spoiled Wife! Okoye

Knight! Attuma x Queen! Okoye

Detective! Attuma x Heist Thief! Okoye

Cowboy! Attuma x City girl! Okoye

Post Apocalyptic! Attuma x Okoye

Semi Centaur! Attuma x Medusa! Okoye

Hades! Attuma x Persephone! Okoye

Innocent! Attuma x Playgirl! Okoye

Playboy! Attuma x Innocent! Okoye

Serial Killer! Attuma x True Crime author! Okoye

Deity! Attuma x Atheist! Okoye

Dark Cryptid! Attuma x Victim! Okoye

Actor! Attuma x Actress! Okoye

Business partners! Attuma x Okoye

Prisoner! Attuma x Prison Therapist! Okoye

Mermaid! Attuma x Sailor! Okoye

Tattoo Artist! Attuma x Librarian/Florist! Okoye

Robot/Cyborg! Attuma x Scientist! Okoye

Summer Camp! Attuma x Okoye

Outcast Bad boy! Attuma x Uptight good girl! Okoye

Clyde! Attuma x Bonnie! Okoye

Hockey player! Attuma x Ice skater! Okoye

Surfer! Attuma x Lifeguard! Okoye

College/High School sweethearts! Attuma x Okoye

Random Roommates! Attuma x Okoye

Jealous! Attuma x Toxic! Okoye

PR relationship Celeb! Attuma x Okoye

👀 Like these? Please Feel free to use them! ✨

[mamajankyy]

「 Kiln Me Softly 」

Chapter 2: Thrown.

Summary: Two weeks after Okoye’s first pottery class.

[vanillaxoshi]

well this might be more different than in my head(this is part of the solfang thing-)

Note: they are 11 at this time

"People know you, they just dont like you" Air bluntly said to Cahaya who looked up to him in suprise

"Who will not like me?!" Cahaya scoffed as he looks at Air in disbelief

"I mean its a common misconception that people will often think low of someone superiorly higher than them, afraid to admit the fact that they are indeed. Stupid." Cahaya glared at air as he proves a supposed point

"That. That's one of the reasons"

"What that? About them being stupid?"

"No. your overconfidence, the other kids dont like it."

"What- what's wrong with that?"

"Some students think its annoying, like me, sometimes i think its annoying" Api intervened the two boys conversation

"Or maybe its the big words you would say, which i dont understand" Api leaned on Air as he gestured

"Are you making fun of me api?"

"No! Look, as your older brothers! We would want you to have friends and… not be alone?"

"Nonsense! Do you think im lonely? Im fine being alone. I choose to be alone." Cahaya pushed off Api who shoulder hugged him

Api on the other hand bluntly looked at him in a deadpan expression. As all the siblings know how much of a wreck Cahaya could be if he's alone, no matter how many times he says its okay

"There is a difference between loneliness and being alone alright!! And I have…friends…" Cahaya expressed loudly

"Alright who?"

"Gopal, Yaya, yin-"

"Except them, because they're more of tanah, angin and petir's friends"

"Eh- what?! They're still our friends!"

"Yeah our, but what about yours" Air stated which left Cahaya in stunned silence, it took moments before he scoffed

"I mean its not hard to make friends, i could have one easily" Cahaya crossed his arms as he huffed confidently as the other two sighed

"And i'd show you people like me!!!" Cahaya exited the classroom unto the next class(science)

"You think there's a chance he might get made fun of?" Air asks his older brother

"If he comes crying, I'll find them." Api says as he clenches his fist

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At the chemistry lab, they're all assigned to have lab partners, all following a procedure that the teacher is showing

Cahaya, who didn't need to watch the teacher's every step, is almost finished with his set but may have done all the work 

His lab partner, Dhia, was sitting patiently at the side, certainly giving an aura of joy by being partnered by the smartest kid in school

She sat patiently as Cahaya finished and called upon the teacher to grade them. And since they were the first to finish they could sit out the rest of the period.

"Uh, hey? Sorry for letting you do all the work. I didnt know what i could do since its like you already know what to do" Dhia says to the White capped septuplet who instantly looked at her

"It was expected, i am a natural at doing concoctions like those, so you should very much be glad by being partnered with me and earning a high score" Cahaya states bluntly and arrogantly causing the girl to scoff and look away

Cahaya, however took notice and now was contemplating whether or not on what Air said was true

Cahaya took a moment before eventually trying to talk to the girl 

"Uh hey…. I uh didnt mean it in a bad way-?" Cahaya avoided eye contact

"Why do you sound like you dont know?"

"Uh well- i mean partial of what i said was true, but i didn't mean it in a bad way" he tried

"Hm its okay.."

"Uh since noone else is done, um what do you like to talk about?????" Cahaya tried looking at the girl face to face, but failed in doing so

"Uh i dont know?"

"Do you wanna know about dinosaurs?"

"Sure i guess"

Cahaya beamed because he got to start a conversation, now he just has to finish and gain a friend approval

And so he started spouting facts and information about dinosaurs with enthusiasm, speaking within rapid pace

Unknowingly to him the girl started to get uncomfortable

"Uh can you stop? Your talking too much, its starting to get annoying." Dhia said in an annoyed tone before looking away leaving Cahaya to silence

He stared for a few seconds before looking away in return, obviously distraught by the tone and dialogue that the girl expressed

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This type of situation continued on for the next classes, where he would attempt to create a conversation but would inevitably end up with the other commenting on his actions

He didnt even know why people are like this when he was explicitly just sharing information

Wasn't that good?? He was basically giving them a free tutor session, they get to know more for the studies that they need. What was wrong??? He remembers their comments

A common one being that he talks too much or too fast, he thinks why its a problem? Can they not process the information? Oh! He thinks aloud

It was because they were idiots who couldn't comprehend such information! They can't understand because of their measly little brains! That's right! That's the reason! He came to a conclusion as he walks to the canteen

They don't understand him because they're too dumb! They're the problem not him. He convinces himself, excluding the fact that he makes comments that are quite similar

He sniffled. Is he crying? Nonsense. Why would he cry? It's not his fault! He convinces himself once more as he wipes tears dripping down his cheek

He took a deep breath and calmed down the swirled emotions he's feeling

A snack might calm him down, he thinks as bought a donut

But before he leaves, a shout was heard behind him

"What?! There's no more carrot donuts!!!???" Yelled by a boy, perhaps the same age as him "yes dear, only white radish donuts are left" 

"But it's not the same maam!!"

Was this boy really creating such a fuss over one donut??? I mean I guess favourite foods are a thing.

He watches the boy sulk on the counter and now felt a tinge of guilt upon his own body 

He sighed walking up to the sulking boy.

"Here. Is this what you want?" Cahaya lended the carrot donut he just bought

"Eh?! A carrot donut! Yes- wait petir?!" That comment made Cahaya twitch

"What." He gritted his teeth, he understands that people will get them mixed up because of course they are all identical and that is why they have let's say colour codes, but despite that, it still irritates him especially when now, he got mixed up with his eldest brother

"I am NOT petir, excuse you." He retracted his arm while looking the boy up and down

"Angin?" "No." "Tanah?" "No im cahaya- have you not heard of us being septuplets?? Or do you just know about the three of them" Cahaya asked the boy infront of him

"I heard- but its still weird." "Are you gonna take the donut or not???" The boy eyed the pastry on his hand

"Why are you looking at it suspiciously, do you think I poisoned it?" Cahaya says in irritation

"Did you-?" "Of course NOT!!!" "Why are you mad-" "because of you!! Now take it!!" Cahaya's anger was rising by the minute

"Okay… thank you?"

"You're welcome."

"I've noticed you siblings have to have words for names"

"Why? What's your name??" He rolled his eyes

Before the boy could answer, the said boy eyed at him which made Cahaya glare back

"Fang."

"What type of name is that?"

"You have no right to talk"

"At least light makes a good name!"

"Fang as well makes a good name!!!"

"I guess you siblings are just as irritating" Fang spoke in a moment of silence causing an argument to rise up once more

"Ahh so you're the big jerk they were ranting about!" Cahaya came to the conclusion gesturing at the boy

"Big jerk?!"

"Yeah! The kid who not only scared people in that old house, but also the kid who kept ranting about popularity!!!" 

"I dont rant about popularity!"

"Well that's what they said!!! Guh i dont even know why im wasting my time with an idiot like you!"

"Idiot? I have high grades, thank you very much."

"IM LEAVING" Cahaya stomped away leaving a very ticked off fang meanwhile, the lady behind the counter just drank some tea watching the encounter

Before the two could part ways, something caught Fang's attention

"What's that?" He uttered out, heard by Cahaya who turned around in response

"Are you talking to me?"

"Who else would I be asking?"

"What do you mean whats that"

"What your holding.."

"This? This. Is obviously a book."

"What type of book is it." Fang gritted his teeth at the boys comment

Another moment of silence, before Cahaya could speak up. "Zoology." He says as he calms down

"Animals?" "Yes of course animals" he leaves yet another remark which caused fang to get ticked off again

"This school or perhaps schools, don't explicitly teach about every animal so it's  better to search for it yourself." Cahaya calmly states looking down at the book he's holding

"Can i read it?" Fang hesitated

"... I don't know, since its a library book" Cahaya says as he holds the book close to his chest

"I'm not gonna mess it up, and i'll return it."

Fang reassures the hesitant boy

"Nonsense, it's more efficient if i teach to you about it myself, as there are more information that's not implicitly included in this book" Cahaya says which may have sounded a little arrogant

"I don't think i would want you to read it for me" Fang says

"Well it doesn't mean i would read it to you, you could still read it, i could just supervise"

"Do you really not trust me"

"That's not what I'm implying!!"

Cahaya rejected an assumption immediately, i guess he'd admit that his tone and comments may express some disinterests or rudeness but that's not what he entirely meant it to be

From the comments he himself has received, he would at least wanna try changing it up. But It may take some time

"I dont know…" Fang says very unsure, especially with his history from three of his brothers despite it just being in a timeline of just days

"I'm not like my brothers."

"You are."

"Maybe some similarities, but not the exact same."

Fang still was quite hesitant, but for a moment. He agrees.

The lady behind the counter just witnessed a whole tv episode.

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Despite the two being in the same room, it was just utter silence as Fang reads the book while Cahaya sat beside. He didn't know what to do in this situation than leave the other be

Time passes while the silence increases, other than the ticking clock and the noise of paper, noone is making a sound 

An awkward situation for the white capped boy

Though soon, the silence was broken by a question

"How come, deers, don't see the tiger who approaches them?" Fang asked the boy

Cahaya, snapped out of it. Began stuttering

"Uh- eh. W-well, a tiger's prey, a sambar deer can only see through green and blue light, they don't see.. red. Which is where the colour orange belongs, so that means the a tiger's fur coat is green to them, making the tiger a natural predator" Cahaya explained to the other

"Ah so the tiger can camouflage" Fang simplified "yeah. Like that."

"Is there… something called a black tiger?" 

"you're referring to panthers or more specifically the black panther, there are more so called black tigers before the 20th century, they could be leopards, jaguars, lions or tigers because their term black panther is just referring to a melanistic member of the big cats. Or the Panthera family, Black panthers aren't specifically black just more so full colour, like if you see a melanistic leopard or jaguar bathe in sunlight, they would be brown with black spots. But more normally they would look quite goldish, beautiful colours. And uh-" Cahaya stopped himself from explaining further

"Why did you stop?" Fang asked as he puts the book down

"I thought it might've been…. Disruptive… to your focus" Cahaya uttered out to the boy

"Its not disruptive, and i guess i would pretty much want to hear the facts" Fang says as he closes the book facing cahaya

"Don't you think i'm talking alot or talking too fast?" Cahaya gestured 

"No, well, yes, but i dont mind, especially if you im allowed to ask questions." Fang says reassuringly

"Ah…..you don't mind?"

"Yeah, and i think i would like to hear more, you give out a full description without wasting too much time."

"Huh, really?"

"Mhm"

"Hm….. thanks i guess?"

"Now, can you continue"

"Heh, of course!"

This continued until the bell rang and it was time to go home, it felt nice, cahaya thought. To just explain without being disrupted… 

Does this mean they're friends? Or just mutuals, will he be able to talk to him again. Well of course they are in the same school. Hmm he feels nice….

Forgetting the events that happened before with other students, he felt relieved. He smiles as he walks towards his brothers who were waiting by the gate, ready to go home.

[cyb3rscoups]

Daddy’s Home (18+)

A/N: Baby daddy chronicles part 5. Hey Siri, play Daddy’s home by Usher. There will be another part soon where Okoye's need to fight with this man is explored. STAY TUNED Explicit content ahead. Minors DNI

Other parts of the baby daddy chronicles

Daddy's Home on Ao3

Attuma didn’t come back Saturday. He came back on Thursday. A quiet Thursday afternoon when Okoye was lounging on the couch and catching up to her shows with a warm blanket across her shoulders.

Suddenly, there were loud knocks at the door. And the only person who dared knock so aggressively was Attuma.

Agitated, Okoye marched to the door and swung it open to be met with her dreaded baby father.

“Girls at school?” He braced his hands on either side of the door frame, the wood creaking slightly from his grip as he looked at her with a kind of rage she knew all too well.

“Of course.” Okoye took the blanket off her shoulders and tossed it back to the couch with a suck of her teeth.

“Got any bums over?” His eyes scanned what he could see of the house, peeking in a bit to look around the corners for anyone she thought to hide from him.

“No. What the hell do you want?” She crossed her arms with a glare.

"Got some nerve talking to me like that.." Attuma stepped through the threshold and into the home with a heavy foot, rumbling the floor more than when he slammed the door shut behind himself. "What you watching?" He nodded towards the TV paused on something he couldn't have cared less about.

"What do you want?" Okoye stepped to him toe to toe and hit his chest to back him out of the house.

Attuma scoffed with a shake of his head as he looked down at her hands, ones that had seemed to be on quite the aggressive streak lately. "You have one more time to hit me, Okoye. I swear to god."

"Or what!? Fuck you gonna do? Huh?!" She all but tapped his chest again before he had her wrists down in one hand and her face in the other.

Okoye was stripped of the ability to protest as he squeezed her jaw and yanked her forward until all he had to do was mumble and she heard every word. "You have no idea how much you piss me off with that bratty shit. That's why we can't ever get it together!"

She flinched under his voice as an tense silence enveloped the home. His booming words reverberated off the walls and deafened her ears as she squirmed under him, his chest heaving as he burned with anger.

She should probably be pissed off. She should be calling the cops on him and taking him to court for everything he's worth. Yet, all of that had been pushed far back and all that she could think about was how much she missed his manhandling.

Attuma saw it flash across her eyes; that mind boggling lust that made her to perfect toy to play with. It had been quite a while and he had to admit, he'd lost the energy for anything else but arguing with her and leaving her to fend for her own satisfaction.

His grip against her jaw tightened as he leaned into her puckered lips. "You got five seconds to get your ass up those stairs and strip naked before I tear you apart."

He released his hands and sent her stumbling over her own feet to get to the bedroom as fast as she could. Silently, he cursed her and her infamous ability to cloud his morals and judgement once more.

As he climbed the stairs with heavy feet, he rolled his neck with a lengthy groan that sent Okoye reeling as she knelt on the bed.

"Oh! I almost forgot." Attuma smirked as he rounded the corner and entered the bedroom. "Told your mom you slapped me."

"You what?! Attuma!" Okoye whined, dropping her head at the fact that her mother might actually kill her the next time they meet.

She could hear him chuckle at her despair as he started to pull his shirt over his head and toss it away.

"That's not something to worry about right now. Get up."

Okoye rolled her eyes as she removed herself from the bed and stood in front of him, naked as the day she was born.

"Got something you want to say to me?" Attuma offered a chance at redemption as he started to tug at his belt.

"Like what?"

"Like a goddamn apology." He pulled the belt from its loops and tossed it away to work on his jeans.

Okoye wasn't paying attention. How could she when he was making such a slutty show of taking his clothes off.

"What is it? Hm?" He taunted as he palmed the bulging print through the rough fabric. "Want it?"

"Yes.." She gasped, looking up at him with those same desperate eyes.

"Apologize, Okoye." Attuma's grip was on her jaw again, forcing her watering eyes to bore into his. "Come on, sweetheart."

"I'm sorry, Attuma. It won't happen again."

"Damn right it won't." His hands were placed on her shoulders, pushing her down until her knees met the floor.

Her hands were quick to tug the confining fabric down to his ankles allowing his length to spring free and rest against her waiting lips.

Attuma groaned low and guttural as she ran her tongue up the warm appendage. Soft like velvet, hard as stone, leaking precum from the reddened tip.

Okoye collected the substance on her finger, bringing it to her lips for a taste. A tense eye contact was shared as she wrapped her lips around her finger with a moan.

Carefully, she dropped her mouth to him again allowing a string of saliva to fall from her lips and run down the length, using her hands to make sure he was covered.

Surely, her massaging grip got tighter and faster as soft grunts escaped his throat along with a string of curses. “All this bullshit…just for you to be back on your knees..”

Attuma smacked her hand off of his cock, aiming it to push past her lips instead. “Go on..Take it.” Okoye’s mouth dropped open and he stroked the girth across her tongue with a groan.

He reached the back of her throat in no time causing her to swallow and sputter around him as her nose nuzzled into his pelvis.

“That’s it. Need to be using your mouth like this more often.” Holding to the back of her head, he drew himself out only to thrust back in with a new found force as her nails scaled his thighs.

Tears pricked and burned but so far she gave no signs of tapping out. Slowly, he started to fuck her throat, forcing her head in place as he bucked his hips past her soft lips.

“Shit..” He groaned, screwing his eyes shut as he became engulfed in her warm mouth sucking him in like there was no tomorrow.

Her saliva trailed down his thighs and over his balls as she took them in hand, massaging them as he started to come undone.

The swirling of her tongue at the tip was sure what sent him over, painting her throat white with cum save for any type of warning besides the longevity of his moan.

“Fuck!” He spat a growl deep from his belly as he pulled out of her mouth with a gasp.

With a satisfied sigh, Okoye rose from her knees and took a seat on the bed to relieve her trembling legs. Her eyes subconsciously traveled to the clock on the opposite wall.

"Girls get out of school in half an hour. Someone's gotta pick em up." She smiled.

"I'll go." Attuma parted her legs, folding them up to her chest as his tip lined up with her entrance.

"Does that mean daddy's back home?" Okoye braced herself for the intrusion as he entered her slick with no resistance.

Once he bottomed out, he leaned forward to cover her body with his and peck her lips. "As long as mommy doesn't lose her fucking mind, I'll stay."

"Deal." Okoye wrapped her arms around his neck as he began to buck his hips up in the most addicting way.

There was something about him. She swore she never enjoyed sex so much until she did it with Attuma.

Attuma and the way he would drag every inch he possessed out and then drove it in with such precision, Okoye saw stars. He made sure she felt every ridge and vein, every throb and twitch. All with the goal of hearing her beg for him and some form of mercy on her and her ruined cunt.

"Yeah..gone a little crazy in the head lately, Ko." He drew out til the tip only to thrust back in with such power, her back arched up into him.

"Kicking me out.." Another thrust.

"Keeping me from my kids.." Another.

"Dragging me to that fuck ass therapist.." He thrusts again, rolling his hips flush against her in a taunting circle.

"Fuuck!" She whines into his ear. "I'm sorry, daddy!"

"Mhmm. Better be...crazy ass." Attuma grit his words as she began to clench uncontrollably around him and his hips started to stutter with an impending orgasm.

"Ooh! I'm gonna cum!"

"Good..Let it go, baby."

Nothing else needed to be said as the tension built to a hilt and she spilled over with a particularly loud moan, Attuma following shortly afterwards.

They laid in their filth for a bit until Okoye looked up at the clock once again. At sight of the time, she cursed and rushed to get Attuma up to pick up their twins.

Toxic ass mfs~

[mickimomo]

Late Night Thoughts with a Sleep Deprived Attoye Chef

Attuma's Indecent Exposure Citation

@umber-cinders birthed this idea. I just wrote it. 🤣

This is what I'm seeing:

M'Baku furrowed his eyebrows as he settled down on the throne. He recalled coming to an agreement with everyone that he wouldn't be holding any more meetings after the last one they had discussing the plans for Shuri's coronation ceremony.

The council, however, had called an emergency meeting.

Something about indecent exposure of a talokanil warrior and mortified people at a restaurant in the capital of Wakanda.

It only took him ten seconds to realize it had something to do with:

A. Okoye

because she was avoiding eye contact at all costs.

Okoye was the legendary bald-headed demon of Wakanda. She did not cower before anyone.

and

B. Attuma

because if Okoye was acting odd. It probably had something to do with her talokanil warrior.

And if he had to make a wild guess, it probably had to do with the dinner he had attended a few days ago.

"Glory to Hanuman." He grunted as he pinched the bridge of his nose as everyone stood and sat in their respective spots. "Why am I looking at you all while sitting on this throne?" He frowned. "Did you all forget that Shuri should be here and I should be sitting with the uptight people? Was that not our goal for our next meeting?"

Zawavari wrinkled her nose. "We would not be here if there were not reports of a certain blue man pummeling one of Wakanda's greatest disappointments into a table."

Attuma launched his axe at the council woman, intentionally missing her person by two centimeters before it got stuck in the floor.

The entire room was silent as they looked at the warrior in shock.

"I apologize. My axe fell." He feigned a smile before moving forward to retrieve it. Namor grunted something, forcing him to remain by his side.

"Fell!?" Zawavari snapped. "It flew!" She screamed. "He just tried to kill me!"

"Perhaps we should discuss this matter without referring to Okoye as a disappointment." M'Baku offered. "The people of Talokan tend to get violent when it comes to defending their lover's honor."

"She does not have honor!"

"And that axe did not kill you." He warned her.

Zawavari opened her mouth in shock before clenching her hands into tight fists. "He was pummeling Okoye into a table!" She snapped.

"Pummeling?"

"My king." She frowned.

"Pummeling implies fighting." He kissed his teeth. "Am I supposed to punish the shark man for sparring with his midnight angel?"

M'Kathu clicked his tongue. "That big blue man-" he pointed at Attuma. "-was being intimate with my niece."

M'Baku furrowed his eyebrows. "Define intimate."

"My king!" Zawavari cried out again.

"Intimate could be kissing and holding hands. Am I supposed to lock them up for being a couple?"

Aj K'uk'ulkan hid his smile behind his hand at the king's teasing.

Zawavari took a deep breath. "My king, I am trying to hold a proper discussion."

"Well, the properness is not making things clear."

She narrowed her eyes. "That blue man had sex with Okoye on a table at a local restaurant."

M'Baku tilted his head. "Is that so?"

"Yes, my king."

"And what do you suggest I do to punish them?"

"We would like to request that blue man be given a citation for indecent exposure."

"And what will a piece of paper do? Mm?" He arched a brow before looking to Namor. "Are you scared of paper?"

"No." He chuckled.

"The King of Talokan said no."

"Then kick him out!" The head of the River Tribe huffed. "I have been rather quiet about my opinion on the shark warrior, but this is too much!" He straightened up in his seat. "If we let him get away this, others will start. People who are eating and drinking do not want to see them in this manner!"

M'Baku rubbed his temples before looking at Namor.

He arched a brow.

The god king only shrugged.

He looked at Okoye.

"Did you actively participate in this?"

"Please don't make me speak on this matter."

"Ah?" He arched a brow. "Then you will be punished too."

"I will accept whatever punishment you give."

"Alright." He hummed. "I will banish Attuma of Talokan and Okoye of Wakanda from Wakanda for a week to atone for this crime. They will also be expected to apologize to the owners of the restaurant and assist with repairing any damages they may have caused." He looked to the council. "Does that sound good?"

They all nodded in consensus.

"Alright. The decision has been made. Can I end this meeting?"

Everyone nodded.

"Alright. Meeting adjourned-"

"-Aht. Aht!" Zawavari bolted up. "If they are both banished from Wakanda. They will be together!"

"Whatever happens outside of Wakanda is not of my concern." M'Baku waved off the woman before getting up.

"My king!" She scowled.

"It is outside my jurisdiction-o! Do not pester me!" He grunted. "I am tired."

Aneka and Oni looked at each other before exchanging a handshake and whisper.

"They about to be in Talokan hitting it back to back to- OW!" Aneka whined as Okoye smacked her over the head. "What was that for!"

She gave her a knowing look before walking away with a huff.

She was pissed, but relieved to have gotten off with such a light punishment.

Attuma wasn't going to get any affection during their punishment, and he knew it.

It was only fair since he had gotten her in trouble.

He could only help that after everything was over and they had completed their punishment, she'd be extremely needy for his touch.

After all, distance made the heart grow fonder.

And scene.

I kept it sweet, simple, and short.

But y'all. I'm getting kinda feral about that crack ship I was talking about the other day. 👀 I was trying not to let it show between the two kings. But I'm struggling. 🫣 Might have to write something.

[theattoyearchive]

The Attoye Archive Entries (001)

The River That Spills

(Link)

By LoeyAeri on AO3

Modern! AU, rated Teen & Up

So far there are only three chapters, but it's set up beautifully from the jump. I'm intrigued, and I'm excited to see what happens next!

You start this fic watching Attuma carry a crate of snacks up to the front, at a small shop he runs. I interpreted it as a small, cozy convenience shop. There are a few customers here and there, trying to purchase some things they need while his young daughter, Saya, runs the cash register.

In the midst of completing these tasks, the sky decides to empty itself, and the downpour is so hard you can hardly see outside. Just visualize a bunch of potted plants fighting for their lives if you wish to know the storm's intensity. Attuma is concerned, but his mission to save those plants is delayed.

After dealing with an unruly customer and sending his daughter off to complete their inventory in the back, Attuma goes outside to cover those poor plants. However, while he's out there, he spots a figure a few feet away hunched over on the ground. He calls out to them, but they don't respond. After cautiously moving closer, he realizes that the person is emptying their stomach before they collapse.

Are they alive?

He checks.

Yes. They're breathing.

Out of concern, he scoops them up and tells his daughter to lock up the shop and to meet him in the car. He's moving quickly in the rain, clutching the mysterious person close before carefully setting them down in the car.

In this moment, he realizes it's a woman dressed poorly for the weather.

What happens next!?

You'll have to read to find out!

[venussaidso]

I'm shipping Attuma and Okoye a little way too much, kinda reminding me of the first time I fell in love with Black Widow and Winter Soldier fighting too idkkkk violence is a way to my shipper heart broooo 😭🥺 They're literally my type of couple.

[dasphinxone]

Where are the Okoye x Attuma AUs Tho?!

Okay, but hear me out.

Gimme that coffee shop AU where they hate each other’s guts and bitch back and forth about whether African or Central and South American roasts are superior. Attuma prefers fancy latte shit, appreciating creating seasonal flavors while Okoye rolls her eyes in disgust because she lays down an impeccable drip roast. 

Gimme that Bridgerton AU where they’re besties to Shuri, the Diamond of the Season and Most Eligible Bachelor Namor and they bitch at each other about how said respective besties are the BIGGEST assholes. Except every time they argue and snub each other at various public functions, they somehow magically end up on dancing with or sitting next to each other. And then when Shuri and Namor begin their secret affair, who do they send to pass notes back and forth? Hmm, I WONDER.

Gimme them as battling legal counsel for Shuri and Namor’s fortune 500 companies due to Shuri and Namor trying do a hostile takeover of their respective businesses. Okoye and Attuma constantly face off in court and verbally assault the shit outta each other. It gets hilariously worse with the verbal snipes they take at each other at various fundraisers and business functions. Then, surprise! They find out they’re part of the same boxing gym they work out and blow off steam at. And every time they get in the ring to spar, hot damn, the UST and sexual tension IS 🔥

How about some vampire versus werewolf gang action? After centuries of their packs battling, an arrangement is made for vamp Shuri and werewolf Namor to unite in marriage. Now it's up to their enforcers in Okoye and Attuma, who've been rivals for a few centuries, to keep the peace between the packs.

GIVE ME ALL DAT SHIT, PLEASE AND THANK YOU.

[livstarlight]

This. This is the kind of AU I would love to hear more about 👀

[karisomk]

The Voices in the Sea ~

Merm! Attuma x Okoye AU

Mermaid Part that was referenced Chapter 1:

Okoye rubbed the back of her neck with a soft sigh, sneaking away from her parents and W’Kabi’s parents was a task in itself. For weeks, both pairs have been pushing for her to sit and meet with W’Kabi, insisting that they would be a good match. Clearly, it wasn’t this world, he barely acknowledged her in passing in town. She knew that it had to narrow down to family status, coming from a line of warriors and artisans from her mother’s side along the line of great fish merchants on her father’s side.  Combining with W’Kabi’s own name that came from merchants and warriors. A true powerhouse of status if they should ever be interested in each other. 

Tonight, her parents hosted an elaborate dinner for W’Kabi and his parents, although his parents showed up, he did not. W’Kabi’s parents spent most of the night trying to smooth out the awkwardness, insisting that W’Kabi sometimes was just a busy man. And if Okoye should ever give her hand to him as a wife, she should expect this at times. Bast was watching over her, because just as she parted her lips to hurl an insult. Okoye’s mother came out of the kitchen with more refreshments. She couldn’t wait for them to go home; she had seen their displeased looks at her parents' decor. Even at their food, there was only so much Okoye could take holding her tongue.  She couldn’t help herself when she shut her parent’s door quickly on W’Kabi’s family in the end. Even to her mother’s dismay, “Okoye! That is not nice.”

Part 1 has been officially released as Chapter 1. Chapter 2 is coming.

[bookfangirl527]

How Shuri be in Nashuri/Naumir Fanfics

[prettywitchiusaka]

MCU Clea's a Fugitive AU Headcanons Part 3:

Hey everybody. So, for the last few months I've been fleshing out the world a bit in regards to the Clea AU and figured I'd post them on here.

Some of these are related to Stephen and Friends, but most of these are about how the Marvel Universe has developed and changed in this MCU timeline.

Let's go!

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During a time where The Enchantress is interested in acquiring The Eye of Agamotto, she manipulates a frustrated college student looking to prove society can operate just fine without men around into placing a spell on New York City that makes all the men (children included) fall into a deep sleep, including Stephen. Of course, he's a stubborn SOB, so he manages to keep himself awake just long enough to tell Clea she needs to find other allies, specifically female allies to help restore order and reverse the spell. With the help of Cloakie, she assembles a team consisting of She-Hulk, Jessica Jones, Kate Bishop and Lucky, Shuri, Okoye and Anneka, Hope Van Dyne, Valkyrie, Yelena, Iron Heart, Maria Hill and Ms. Marvel.

While they never give themselves a name, Kamala dubs their girl group A-Force. None of them like it, but she keeps calling them that, anyway.

During clean-up, Kamala, Kate and Jessica's group comes upon Zebediah Killgrave, aka The Purple Man. Kamala recognizes him from Reddit and Twitter threads and has heard rumors' of what he can do, which Kate and Jessica confirm. Kamala and Kate decide to have some fun and start writing on his face. Jessica seems to disapprove at first...until she asks for the pen and joins in the fun.

In this timeline, Shuri DOES survive the Blip, and she becomes the new Black Panther in T'challa's stead. As a result, the events of Wakanda Forever take place during the five year gap instead of after.

When T'challa returns, M'Baku abdicates the throne to him. He tries managing being King and Black Panther alongside Shuri for a time but, seeing how well Shuri has been managing being Wakanda's protector, and realizing that he'd like to spend more time with Nakia and their son, decides he'll just settle for being King and convinces Nakia to move back to Wakanda so he can work on proposing to her.

Shuri goes through their mother's things and finds her old engagement ring. She gives it to T'challa, encouraging him to propose to Nakia using that.

Sam still becomes Captain America, but Rhodey, after going through his own version of Armor Wars, emerges as the new Iron Man.

While the Avengers still exist Post-Endgame, they exist as more of a floating roster instead of having an official line-up. That changes when Stephen is made aware Dormammu is coming to Earth, so him and Wong go about finding allies and, in the process re-form the Avengers with a new, official roster.

The new roster consists of Sam as Captain America, The Hulk, She-Hulk, Thor, Antman and The Wasp, and Hawkeye.

Reserve members include Iron Man, Kate Bishop, Shuri and Captain Marvel. Shang-Chi was offered a spot, but he turns it down, preferring to help out in the mystic community and keep a low profile.

Wanda still becomes the Scarlet Witch and begins using The Darkhold. Key difference here is the mystics of Karmar-Taj and Stephen have been keeping a close eye on her since the events of Wandavision. So when i's made evident that the Darkhold's corruption is beginning to affect her, Stephen and Wong go to retrieve the book and help her before she goes coo-coo for cocoa cocoa puffs. It's not an easy battle, but they eventually win out in the end and offer Wanda a place at Karmar-Taj. She turns down the offer but says she doesn't mind coming to visit and check out books from their library so she can learn as much as possible about her powers.

Christine and her husband end up having a child.

Stephen begins having nightmare visions of the future, which Wong realizes this as the first sign as him growing into becoming ready to take on the mantle of Sorcerer Supreme.

The Contest of The Vishanti exists in this universe, so Stephen still has to compete with other sorcerers for the mantle. This is where he initially meets Doom, who tied with Wong in previous contest. Naturally, Stephen wins and, with Doom as the runner-up, he has no choice but to assist Doom in helping him rescue his mother's soul from hell.

After that, Stephen maintains the same relationship with Victor as he does in the comics; he doesn't care much for his antics, but does see his noble intentions, however misguided they are. In other words, he recognizes that Victor von Doom, though not a good person, has layers to him.

.......................................

That's all I got for now but if I'll post any more I come up with as time goes by.

[cyb3rscoups]

Your Majesty (18+)

A/N: Queen!Okoye x Civilian!Attuma. I have seen Bridgerton/Queen Charlotte and I shall see it 10 times more. Explicit Content ahead. Minors DNI

Your Majesty

“I thought I told you to be gone.” Her booming voice shook Attuma from his deep sleep, causing him to stir against the satin sheets.

“My apologies, your majesty.” He murmured into the pillow.

“Yet, you still haven’t moved!”

“Forgive me, my love. Your sheets are too comfortable to leave too hastily.” Attuma flipped to his back with a smirk and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

Okoye stood at the foot of the bed, quite irritated, adorned in a silk robe and the latest gift of his on her neck.

“Good morning.” He flashed her a dimpled smile.

“Leave before someone catches you here.” She turned on her heel with a huff, scoping the hallways for any wandering servants or ladies maids. “Attuma!”

“I am coming.” The man stood and searched for his clothes, sliding on the garments with little rush. “Although, I do have one question, your majesty.”

“Out with it.” Okoye turned back into the room just as he started to fix his collar.

“Would it be a bad thing for me to be here if my queen requested it to be so? Truly?” He closed the bedroom door, securing his arms to her waist.

Okoye’s resolve started to crack under his hold, his hands splaying out over her hips and cradling her close. “It would cause scandal. You are not of royal blood.”

“Yet, here we are.” Attuma chuckled deep, the vibration against her chest causing her swoon as a sudden knock met her door.

“Your majesty?” Her ladies maid, Nakia, whispered into the wood. “Is he gone?”

Attuma sighed and begrudgingly opened the door, letting Okoye out of his hold with reluctance. “I was just seeing myself out.”

“Attuma.”

“Your highness?”

“You will be back tonight?”

“I am not sure. Peasant work and all. You understand?” A hint of spite in his words as he spoke with a tight smile.

Any other day he would say yes with no second thought, but the jab at his status, or lack of, was hurtful. And it was most hurtful because it was true. He was but a merchant while she was ruler of an entire country that kneeled at her feet.

“Attuma-“

“Goodbye, your majesty.” He swept passed Nakia, showing himself out of the palace through back entrances he knew too often of.

“Should I run your bath now, your majesty?”

“Please, and make the water scolding hot.”

———

The queen’s day was filled and there was simply no time to think about the awkwardness that was felt due to Attuma’s goodbye.

“My queen, may I speak freely?”

“Go on.” She muttered petting the dog in her lap with the lightest touch.

“I believe Attuma was hurt by what you said. About royal blood?”

“Nakia, you were eavesdropping?” Okoye couldn’t help but smirk at her spy of a ladies maid

“My apologies, your majesty.” Nakia bowed quickly. “I have become some what invested in you two.”

“Hm. Seeing as you’re the only one with knowledge, it is reasonable. What I said is true. We can not be together in the public eye, it will cost me my crown and we don’t want that do we?”

Okoye’s eyes shifted to the side as Nakia averted hers. “Do we?” She urged.

“No, your majesty. No one else is as perfect a queen as you.”

“You flatter me.”

“I also care deeply for your majesty’s happiness. I believe Attuma makes you happy.”

Okoye’s hand seized stroking the small Pomeranian, causing it to squirm and whine. “That is enough, Nakia.” She sighed.

“Yes, your majesty. Should I ask the cooks to prepare your lunch?”

“No. No. I will eat later. I have duties.”

“The carriage then?”

“I suppose.”

———

The country was a peaceful place and it wasn’t too unseen that Okoye mingled with her people. After all, that is how Attuma got in her good graces in the first place.

Coming to her from his flower nursery with a bouquet of roses for his beloved queen. Little did he know, he would become a frequent attendant to her bed soon after.

“This is beautiful.” She picked up a necklace with a jade charm swinging at the center. “How much?”

“For you? It is free, your majesty.” The woman beamed with pride that one of her pieces lay in the hands of her queen.

“None sense. Nakia, give her money.” Okoye smiled, tucking the necklace into her bag as Nakia paid the merchant.

“Thank you, your majesty.”

Okoye believed that times like these were crucial for the thrown. Being a part of the people, even if for a few seconds, was of dyer importance when it comes to keeping her kingdom.

“Your majesty?”

Okoye turned her head at the voice and there stood her forbidden lover, clad in nothing but his pants, a sleeveless top and some dirt on his forearms. “Attuma..”

“How gracious of you to visit this afternoon..” He lowered his head in a bow to her.

“Well I needed things. Perhaps a new set of flowers for my dining tables?”

Attuma nodded. “I have some selections I think would find you well, your majesty.”

He walked briskly to his shop, Okoye keeping to his pace even in her heels and suffocating garments.

Attuma turned into his shop, holding open the winded door for Okoye to follow. “Nakia, wait here.” She ordered as the door was shut with a loud thud.

Flowers of all species and colors covered his walls and floor. The sky light in the ceiling supplying them the sun and warmth.

Okoye gasped from her lack of breath, fanning herself as she got ready to scold Attuma for making her walk to fast in such conditions.

“You bought tulips last time? I have another batch of those here.”

“Attuma-“

“Something different then? What color are your dining sets, your majesty?”

“Attuma, stop!”

His jaw ticked with a sigh and his words halted.

“I want to apologize for what I said. It was not meant to be insulting.”

“Yes, your majesty.”

Okoye giggled at his formality, stepping forward to close the space between them. “When we are in private-“

“When we are in private, you are still queen.”

“The queen requests you to call her by her name.” Her hands cupped his face, smudging the dirt further.

“Forgive me, but I won’t be doing so. I am still quite upset at your highness. I wasn’t able to have breakfast before you kicked me from your bedroom.”

A smirk played on his features as confusion played on hers. “We would not have had time for food-“

“That is hardly what I mean…Okoye.”

“Oh.”

Attuma pressed a kiss to her forehead before retreating from her hold. “Wait here. I have something for you.”

He disappeared into one of his back room and emerged with clean hands, face, and an assortment of flowers tied with a lace ribbon.

“Happy early birthday, your majesty.”

“Oh, Attuma.” Okoye smiled, taking the bouquet in hand. “This is beautiful.”

“You are beautiful.” He cups her cheeks, lifting her lips to his in a tender kiss. “I cannot bare life with out you.” He whispered against her.

“Attuma..I wish-“

“Not now, Okoye. I still haven’t eaten.”

He pushes her back, his hands traveling down the length of her dress to pull the material up over her hips as her back hits a wall.

Carefully, Attuma kneels, drawing her dress over his head with a chuckle.

“What are you doing? I want to see you.” Okoye whines as he tugs at her panties and draws them down.

“Be quiet.” He presses his thumb to her clit, stimulating the bud with slow circles as her stomach grew warm.

“A-ah!”

Attuma lifted one of her thighs, resting it on his shoulder to kiss the soft skin as her cunt grew slick. With a groan of satisfaction, he bit into her thigh as he began prodding at her pulsing entrance with his fingers.

“Attuma..Please..”

“Mmm.” His hum caused vibration into her skin and he lifted his mouth from her thigh, placing it over her needy pussy instead.

Flicking his tongue over her aching bud in the same pace as the thrusts of his fingers, he had her gripping the fabric of her gown with her mouth agape.

“Oh! A-attuma!” Okoye dropped the bouquet to the ground and started to pull her dress up until his head was revealed. Her fingers threaded through his strands of hair, tugging sharply.

The cry of his name encouraged his antics as he closed his lips over her clit and sucked at the bundle of nerves as his fingers grew in speed, his angle changing slightly to hit that soft spot that lay in need.

The new sensation sent her head back, thudding against the wall as her climax drove over her with a rush of dizziness.

“Oh! Ah! Shit!” She whined as Attuma continued to drag the high until it ultimately diminished.

“How’s that feel, your majesty?”