#dark attuma

[xblackreader]

OH. MY GOD.

Alejandro Livinalli, you have done it again.

(not to be nasty on main but- 😍🔥😩🍑🤤🍆😏💦) @attoye

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we’re manifesting on his behalf 😍

concept by @xblackreader

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Close-ups of my commissioned art. Vampiric spouses Attuma, Okoye and their Manor and a new chapter in their story Daughter of Darkness https://archiveofourown.org/works/51387355

[dasphinxone]

Dark Hitman Attuma and Mob Wife Okoye

He's a hit man and Okoye is his target…and it's because she's his boss' wife. W'Kabi wants to get rid of her for the insurance because it's cheaper to kill her than divorce her. For some reason, Attuma just can't kill her. So he figures, "I'll just kidnap her, let her know her husband is a POS and take her for myself." And then they go on the run.

Hit man Attuma had a falling out with his cousins, who run the Talokan mob, so he left to go work for W'Kabi. With no place else to go, he shows up to Namor's door with Okoye…and it turns out Namor and Shuri just allied their gangs together.

Shuri hasn't seen Okoye for years since W'Kabi is an asshole who's isolated her from her old friends. So the tables have turned, as Namor doesn't fuck up Attuma for having the nerve to show up because he doesn't want to piss off Shuri due to Okoye.

This can also be full of brat, pampered, spoiled Okoye shenanigans. She is SO SICK of Attuma's shit and irritates the fuck out of him once she realizes he's not gonna kill her.

Attuma: "Get in the trunk."

Okoye: "Are you serious? This is a $10,000 Gucci dress! I got this in Milan! I AM NOT getting in your dirty-ass trunk. How many bodies have been back there?!"

Attuma: [eying her] "I can always add one more. Get in the trun-"

Okoye: "You and I both know you aren't going to kill me. Why can't I ride in the car like a normal fucking person?!"

Attuma: "Cause you're supposed to be dead, remember?!"

Okoye: "It's not my fault you suck at your job!"

Attuma: "…do you prefer me to be GOOD at my job in this instance with you?"

Okoye: "That's not the point. I'm not ruining this dress!"

Attuma: "Dammit woman, just get in the god-damn trunk!"

Okoye: "MAKE ME!"

Attuma: [manhandles her into the trunk and slams it closed] "Just so you know," he yells at the trunk, hearing her cuss him out and pounding on it, "I get my car thoroughly detailed and cleaned after every job. You'll be fine, warrior. [he calls her that sarcastically]"

ETA, Attuma buys Okoye a new dress to replace her old one she wore when he tossed her into the trunk:

Attuma's in the dressing room, sitting on the bench at the expensive boutique and growling at her in her new dress, "Gimme a spin, baby."

Okoye pouting: "NO."

Attuma grabs her by the hips and pulls her down into his lap while one of his hands settles in a grip on the back of her neck: "What did you just say to me?"

Okoye, purposely squirming against him: "I said noooooo. Are you deaf?!"

Attuma, nosing at her cheek before he hisses into her ear: "Do you want to see how much I can make you scream right here and now to test that theory?"

Okoye: "I'd like to see you try."

Attuma: "Such a spoiled little princess."

Okoye: "No wonder my husband tried to kill me, right?"

Attuma: "His fucking loss," he groans before he kisses the breath out of her.

[mickimomo]

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Attoye Canon Divergent | DarkFic | Explicit | Part 5 of 6

Summary: Okoye offers herself to be taken by the Talokanil in place of Shuri. As is customary with prisoners of war, they are to be sacrificed to Ku'ku'lkán. However, Attuma is infatuated with the Wakandan beauty and asks his God-King if he can claim her as spoils of war. Okoye has a plan, and she will allow the Talokanil warrior have his way with her to execute her plan.

Content Warnings: Dubcon; explicit sex; language; power imbalance; obsession; violence; dark!Attuma; captivity; mind control; butt stuff; cum shots; cum eating; choking

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Okoye swallowed hard. Attuma could feel the movement under his firm hand.

“I – I loathe you,” she managed to say while keeping her eyes locked on his.

“Hardly,” said Attuma. “You covet my attention.”

She continued to stare at him.

“You have been here waiting for me like a yearning housewife.”

He leaned closer to Okoye and whispered, “Tell me, did you fuck yourself while I was gone and pretend that it was me?”

“You’re a brute.”

“Am I a brute or a liar or King of your cunt?”

Okoye felt a pulsing set in between her legs.

“You are King of nothing,” she spat.

Attuma narrowed his eyes and said, “I hold dominion over you.”

He shoved her down onto the bed. She landed on her back. Okoye was unable to speak. All she could do is watch as Attuma stripped his ex and his armor from his body. He then climbed on the bed and ripped Okoye’s dress from her body. His eyes ran over her nakedness, drinking her in, as he removed his rebreather and then licked his lips.

“Show me how much you missed me, my little yearning housewife,” Attuma said low and evenly. “Spread your legs and show me.”

Okoye bit her lip and did as Attuma commanded. She shifted and then opened her legs for him. He smiled down at her and tilted his head to the side, admiring the way her pinkness glistened, framed prettily by dark brown.

Her lithe, slender fingers traced the rise of her mound before rubbing at her hooded bud. Attuma watched with desire and interest as Okoye circled her clit with the pads of her fingers. She whined in response to her own attentions. Her breathing became heavier, and she moaned slightly, closing her eyes.

“Keep your gaze on me, Pretty Flower,” Attuma demanded, causing Okoye to open her eyes once more.

She continued to rub her clit. The harder she rubbed herself, the more her arousal grew. Okoye could feel her juices flowing. She slipped two fingers down to her opening and dipped them in. Attuma all but growled at the sight as Okoye slid her fingers in and out of her tight, wet heat.

Okoye used her thumb and began to stroke her pulsing little nub while simultaneously finger-fucking herself. She chanced a look at Attuma. He held his large, stiff cock in his hand and watched her. She was urged on by the sight of Attuma the Brute stroking himself. Her fingers were not enough. She needed to be filled by him. To be taken by him; possessed by him.

“Please,” Okoye whispered. “I want you.”

Attuma smiled down at her and moved to cover his body with hers. He brought his face close to hers, resting his substantial weight on her slight frame.

“Tell me again.”

“I want you.”

He smiled once more and then pressed his lips to hers in a deep, passionate kiss. Okoye kissed him back. He bit down on her lip, and she could taste something coppery. A little sweet but mostly briny. Her blood. Attuma licked it away as he ran his tongue over Okoye’s bottom lip. He stared into her eyes as he shifted between her thighs.

“Did you miss me?” he teased as he rubbed the large crown of his cock against her clit.

“Yes,” Okoye whispered with a shudder. “I missed you.”

Attuma placed a biting kiss to her neck, leaving a mark.

“Do you need me?” he asked as he licked the place where he had just bitten her flesh.

“Yes, my Lord,” Okoye replied, breathy and intoxicated by want.

“Good,” said Attuma as he inched himself inside of Okoye.

The slide was tight and overwhelming. A deep, pulsing ache between Okoye’s straining thighs. She gripped his shoulders, digging her fingernails into his flesh. Wanting to make him feel just a fraction of the pleasure and pain that she was experiencing. Attuma stretched Okoye wide open as he thrust into her relentlessly. His weight pressed down on her, pinning her to the mattress. He was all around Okoye. Assaulting her senses and tearing her apart with an almost violent precision.

It was too good. Left her feeling heady and claimed. Okoye was not sure if she could feel anything else but the sensation of Attuma fucking her hard, going deeper. Hitting her spot; taking her soul with every single impalement. With every drag of his teeth against her searing hot skin. With every stolen kiss against her lips; too soft and gentle amidst a rough fucking. With the hint of something else; an unspoken promise. A yeaning of his own. Their lips remained locked together when they each found reached their respective climaxes moments later.

xXxXx

There seemed to be a shift in the air as Okoye laid on the bed they had soiled with their arousal and release. Attuma had not left after he had fucked her into near oblivion. He remained next to Okoye on the pallet, a strong arm holding her firm against his body. Her head resting against his chest. It felt strange to be lying there like that with the man who was her captor; a man who was not her traitorous husband. Okoye’s mind was racing, even though there was a calmness that enveloped her and Attuma.

“May I have my belongings?” she asked, the palm of her hand splayed over Attuma’s scars.

“Which belongings?”

“The belongings that were taken from me when I was brought here.”

“Why do you need them?” asked Attuma as he ran his hand up and down Okoye’s back. “I have given you everything you need.”

“Except my freedom and sunlight.”

He sighed loudly.

“Pretty Flower –”

“More like a wilting flower,” she said ruefully.

“I will have one item of your belongings brought to you and one item only.”

“Just one?”

“Yes, one thing only.”

“My beaded bracelet.”

“Why?”

“It was given to me by someone I care about,” said Okoye, somewhat mournfully.

“Your useless shit-stain former husband?” asked Attuma with venom laced through his words.

“No,” said Okoye. “From the person who trained me as a warrior.”

Attuma considered her request a moment and then said, “Very well. You shall have it.”

“Thank you, Lord Attuma. You are most generous with me.”

Yes, well, I fear you soften me, Warrior Beauty,” he replied as he pressed a languid kiss to the top of Okoye’s head.

xXxXx

The hour was late when Attuma left, and his servants delivered Okoye’s Kimoyo Beads to her. They activated as soon as they touched her skin. She checked that she was alone before ensuring her tracker was turned on and then proceeded to send a message and then make a call. Ayo answered.

“General,” she said, sounding relieved.

“Ayo, I am with the Talokanil. Has the American been returned safely?”

“Yes, the Scientist is under protection of the Palace. Are you well?”

“I am being held prisoner. The Talokanil General has – he has claimed me as part of their war customs. I don’t know how long I can leave my tracker on for.”

“I have already found your coordinates. Someone will come to rescue you. Hold fast.”

“Thank you,” said Okoye, with relief in her voice. “They have me under guard, but they rarely receive unwanted visitors, so it’s lax. More for their General’s peace of mind. I’ll send a scan of the immediate area for the extraction team.”

“General.”

“Yes, Captain?”

“I have some bad news to tell you.”

“What is it?” asked Okoye as she knit her brow.

“It’s about W’Kabi,” said Ayo carefully. “He is gone, Okoye. He is dead.”

Okoye felt a wave of shock wash over her but recovered quickly.

“How?” she asked softly.

“Drowning.”

“What? But how?”

“We do not know,” Ayo replied. “He was found in his cell yesterday. All signs point to drowning, but we cannot see how that was possible.”

Okoye took a deep breath and said, “What did the autopsy find?”

“Salt water in his lungs.”

Okoye felt her stomach sink as realisation set in.

“Attuma,” she whispered, more to herself than to her friend. “Attuma the fucking Brute.”

[neptoons1998]

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A/N: This is my attempt at writing a dark!Attuma cause all the cool kids are doing it. my version is different because I have Singlemom!Okoye and daughter!Riri. It's been in my brain for a little while so I'm going to spitball what I wanted to write (Sorry if it's booty water)

Tag gang: @xblackreader @pantherheart @mal-urameshi @somethingcleaverandwhitty

Summary: Okoye and Riri are kidnapped by Attuma.

Okoye wasn't sure where she was. All that she knew was that she was severely meters below the surface.

"Good, you're up," A husky voice called out to her Okoye turned her head.

"Why am I here," Okoye demand. She knew that these water people and the Wakandans made peace over a century before so why kidnap a high-esteem general.

Attuma smirked loving that his wife was straight to the point, "For the ceremony."

"Ceremony?" Okay questioned. Attuma nodded happy that his wife could understand his language.

"Yes our marriage ceremony," Attuma stated causing Okoye to blink in surprise.

"Marriage? I don't even know you," Okoye said waving her hand, "Take me home."

"Oh," Attuma blocking the exit for Okoye to leave, "I can't do that. A child needs her two parents to stay together."

"What are you talking about?" Okoye could feel a headache forming in her head. Attuma could only smile, "Yes our daughter."

"We don't have a daughter, " Okoye stressed ready to push the man out of the way. Attuma sighed like Okoye was the problem child, he wrapped his hands around her wrists pulling her to another room. The room looked like a child would live in. Okoye's heart went straight to her stomach.

There in the corner stood her daughter Riri, to freight to move from the spot she probably woke up from. Riri whined seeing her mama.

"Why is she here? She's just a child," Okoye growled out as she watch from a distance where her child stood. Riri tear eyed looked lonely at her mother, but not daring to step out of the corner.

Attuma's eyes stared at her, Making the woman feel unsettled in her stomach, "Still an important piece to my image."

"What do you want," Okoye said gritting her teeth. She had to change her plans now, instead of ambushing other warriors and escaping. Okoye has to think up of new plan that would save her and her child.

"I have given my life to protect my country and yet I don't have anything for myself, " Attuma started dragging Okoye into the room., " I have always wanted a family."

Okoye sucked her teeth, "That's the reason. So you kidnap me and my daughter so you can play house."

Without warning Attuma wrapped his hand around Okoye's throat. Okoye started seeing spots in her visions as her hands were failing to peel Attuma's hand away from her neck. Felt like he made his point across and dropped Okoye like a sack of potatoes.

"Let that be a lesson to watch your tone with your husband," He said as he walked out of the room. Okoye still gasping as she crawled closer to her daughter, who was silently crying. The warrior cradles her baby giving her the soft assuredness that she'll find a way to get them out of her.

The former general had a new plan she would by her time collect as much information as she could and then escape that route.

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The Glory AU (3)

Wrote this while listening to the most high note packed bubblegum kpop thats ever existed.

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Attuma relentlessly taps his foot, creating a redundant knocking sound against the floor of M'Baku's office. He hated having to come there. The police station was too familiar to him and his early years.

Before he discovered the fight club, he took the act of punching people in the face to the streets where he was caught more than a dozen times giving his comrades black eyes and broken ribs. By the time he was 20, he was an overly familiar face to the holding cells and handcuffs. He never had any charges only thanks to Namor and the money he kept to hush people up.

But now, he only came there to prod Chief M'Baku into 'accidentally' wiping his juvenile record so he could start from scratch in a way.

"Brother is director over one of the biggest and best hospitals in the country. Your best friend is chief of police. And you...do what? What do you do, Attuma?"

"I gave you that split lip and tattered ego."

"Your mother must be so fucking proud." M'Baku swiped his tongue over the bandaged cut mindlessly before going back to his computer. "And obviously, this woman isn't an imbecile like you. All she's got is a police report from like 2009 and she's your age so...16 years old?"

"What the hell did she do at 16?" Attuma, jumped up and rounded the oak desk, leaning over M'Baku's shoulder to take a look for himself.

"Not what she did. Some one brought her to the station because of some pretty nasty bruises and shit she had but she didn't say a word when asked what happened."

Attuma's jaw ticked as he squinted at the report. "Move." He started to push M'Baku out of the chair gratingly until the man gave in from a grunt and stood over him while he took the seat.

He must've scrolled through the same information for at least five minutes before he brought a brutal fist down on the keyboard in anger. His chest heaved as his striking glare shifted to M'Baku who only rolled his eyes.

"Don't fucking go there, Attuma. It's not my fault she doesn't have a record!"

Attuma's temper was nothing new. He had a big tendency to go overboard and if things didn't go his way, he never thought with the morality in his head. For example, the only reason he knew the little information he just got about Okoye was because he stole the glass she held from the bar and had M'Baku scan it for her fingerprints.

Now that it seemed his delusional efforts were in vain, morality was out the window and run all the way down the street.

"You really gonna make me punch it out of you? So fucking childish sometimes." M'Baku grumbled and started to roll the sleeves of his shirt up to his forearms. "Bring it on, kid."

Attuma had a hint of a smirk before he swung at his friend, only being met with a blow to his stomach, making him double over and groan.

"Fuck!" He held to the desk. "Alright shit! I'm cool!"

"Good. Now get the fuck out of here."

------

Everett Ross. It seemed that Valentina got her highschool wish. She married well and Everett was quite high up in the social hierarchy. Now, whether he earned his spot or bought it was up for heavy debate with him. Nevertheless, Valentina made sure to marry him quickly and loudly so she could maintain her status.

They were the perfect family; Valentina, Everett, and their five year old girl, Harlow. One that Okoye hoped that they had raised well. She needed to be perfect and pliable for the cause.

She found the prestigious private school that they had enrolled Harlow in and promptly black mailed the principal into a job. Now, she was head teacher of the adorable kindergarten class.

"Good morning, kiddos." Okoye smiled as she leaned against the wood of her desk.

"Good morning, Miss Okoye." They beamed back in perfect unison, fidgeting and giggling in their seats.

"Who would like to tell me what they did this weekend?"

Instantly, the tiny hands shot up as the stories of the weekend began to crowd their brains and threatened to bleed through their eyes if they did not get a chance to speak.

"Miranda! Let's start with you." Okoye pointed to the brunette sitting a few chairs to her left and the girl squealed in excitement.

"Ooh Mommy and Daddy and me went shopping! I got a build-a-bear!" The girl gleamed with happiness as her feet swept the floor from her forceful kicking.

"That's beautiful! Dillon, how about you?"

The boy stood up sending his chair back with a squeak as he began his recall of memories. "I went fishing with my Uncle!"

"Ooh how many fish did you catch?" Okoye began to inquire.

"Two! But we let them back out when we were finished." Dillon shrugged as he dragged his seat back to his desk and plopped into it.

"That is great, Dillon. It is very important to not interrupt the environment and let nature do its job."

The kids hung to her every word with mouths agape and sparkling eyes of wonder. Suddenly, Harlow's hand went up and she waved it like a fish out of water before Okoye acknowledged it.

"Yes Harlow?"

"What did you do over the weekend, Miss Okoye?"

Okoye shrugged. "I visited some old friends from when I went to school."

It was true. The alumni awards were held just the Saturday before and Okoye had the pleasure of facing her old peers again. It was almost satisfying as they didn't even recognize their dearest Koko at first, greeting her as if they had never met before.

"Oh no. This won't do." She sucked her teeth at the trio, standing in the same spots as if they hadn't moved an inch since 2009. "You can't forget me. It won't be any fun if you don't remember me."

"Excuse me?" Valentina's tone had darkened as a tilt of her head gave away her annoyance at Okoye's arrogance.

While, the other alumni of Fredrick High had gathered by the long table of food and drinks as the interaction went on. It was almost an illusion of sorts. To the isolated group, it was like they were the only ones there but they mustn't forget, this time, there's an audience.

"Don't be coy, Val. It's me, Okoye."

Okoye could've watched the color drain from their expressions a thousand times and it never would've gotten old. "Hang on a minute. Okoye was the one that died right?" W'Kabi mumbled to Erik who rolled his eyes at the clueless man.

"No you idiot. Aneka died. Koko dropped out." Erik sneered.

"Ah!" The light bulb over the poor man's head flickered until it shone in recognition, "Now I remember. I had a lot of fun with you, Koko." He chuckled.

Valentina scoffed as she stepped to Okoye. "You've grown up." She smirked.

"You've grown old." Okoye feigned a smile. "How's your husband and kid? Bet you're the best housewife."

An audible laugh from her then and a look of pure disbelief at her words. "Bold too! You see this Erik?"

"Mhmm." Erik smiled as Valentina continued to get closer to Okoye, allowing her stiletto heels to meet her sneakers.

"You listen here, girl." She leaned into her with piercing eyes. "You were a loser then. You are a loser now."

"Who me?" Okoye doubled over in exaggerated laughter as the other looked on, half amused and quite convinced they were losing their minds. Once, her laughter died down, she sighed. "I'd watch what you say to me considering I have sweet little Harlow right under my thumb."

Again, Valentina went white as a ghost. "What about my kid?"

"The kid that I teach everyday? Tell stories to? Make sure she learns her right from her fucking left. That kid?" Her smile only grew as Valentina pigmented red with anger and fear.

"You stay away from my child, Okoye." She growled out, venom spitting from her lips

"Why? You must be scared. Hm...maybe I should enlighten her about who her mother really is. Show her the things you showed me."

"You crazy bitch!" Valentina screeched and Erik moved to hold her arms, soothing her spilling anger as he leaned into her ear

"Val...They're watching."

Surely enough, the scene had been witness by their class as they muttered their suspicions among themselves.

"Fuck who's watching." She snatched her arms from Erik's hands, glaring at him to retreat before sneering at Okoye. "I will kill you, Okoye. Just like I should've back then." She muttered.

"Yeah you should've. But you didn't, so, let me tell you what to prepare for since you let me live and sit in my pain..." Okoye raised her hands, landing them on Valentina's shoulders and swiping away the dust on her jacket before tugging at it so they were close enough for her to whisper, "Hell on earth, bitch. And trust me, I'll make sure it burns."

With a laugh, she shoved Valentina back hard enough for her to stumble and lose her footing. "I'll see you around, Val!"

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Keep your Enemies Closer - BlackPussySupreme - Black Panther (Marvel Movies) [Archive of Our Own]

My first Dead Dove Fic featuring Dark Attuma!Heed those tags! I hope you enjoy this one😈

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MORE! MORE! MORE!

If you don’t want to write anymore I’ll take it off your hands or we can collaborate 👀💗 lmk @tvreadsandsleep

Here’s some of what I’ve written for the Dark!Attuma story idea @xblackreader posted the other day. I haven’t gotten to the explicit stuff yet, but it’s definitely going to be dubious consent and involve some choking. Unfortunately, because of work, the story probably won’t get finished until my day off on Wednesday. Let me know what y’all think of the opening. 

While making her way to Haiti, Okoye had heard from multiple sources about the many disappearances that had occurred on the island over the past few months. First, the person who’d been seated beside her on the plane had prattled on, eyes wide and hands gesturing, until Okoye had rudely cut the woman off by placing in her headphones. Afterward, the cabdriver she’d hired to chauffer her from the airport to her hotel had warned her off being on the beach late at night, his eyes staring at her through his car’s rearview mirror much longer then felt comfortable.

Now, the young women standing in line in front of her to check into the hotel, both seeming to have already been partaking in the copious amounts of alcohol available, were telling the tales of the disappearances, aiming to spook one another, as though they were telling ghost stories.

Keep reading

[dasphinxone]

Dead dove, do not eat!

Dark!Attuma antics where Namor wins and Attuma takes Okoye as his personal prisoner of war.

Except he's a pleasure dom who dresses Okoye in these beautiful but sheer/ridiculous outfits so he can "see her at her best."

And he spars with her but makes it this fucked up game where every time she loses, she earns an orgasm from him and vice versa. Just...lots of him domming her and basically keeping her in a proverbial golden cage because he's "found his sun."

He has tsundere tendencies, is possessive as hell but also delusional, calling her his wife and giving her gifts...all but the one gift she wants of going home. He LOVES that she keeps fighting him, as he'll never grow bored with his stubborn little surface dweller 👀

[mickimomo]

Exchange - Chapter 2 (Okoye x Dark!Attuma) on AO3

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You better read them mfin' tags. 🥴

So. Since I did this, y'all gonna have to wait a little longer for Storm. 😃

Y'all can't say I don't love you because I cranked this out with the swiftness.

[siancore]

Attoye Canon Divergent | DarkFic | Explicit | Part 3 of 4

Summary: Okoye offers herself to be taken by the Talokanil in place of Shuri. As is customary with prisoners of war, they are to be sacrificed to Ku'ku'lkán. However, Attuma is infatuated with the Wakandan beauty and asks his God-King if he can claim her as spoils of war. Okoye has a plan, and she will allow the Talokanil warrior have his way with her to execute her plan.

Content Warnings: Dubcon; explicit sex; language; power imbalance; obsession; violence; dark!Attuma; captivity; mind control; butt stuff; cum shots; cum eating; choking

You are responsible for the content you consume. Heed the warnings and act accordingly.

Iliya came into Okoye’s quarters carrying a small vial. She greeted her mistress and bowed her head in respect.

“Ni-ixik,” the girl said quietly. “I have been sent to rub this remedy into your skin.”

“What is it?”

“Marula and baobab oil,” Iliya explained. “U-Ajawil Attuma said you were in pain. I am here to help.”

“Thank you,” said Okoye as she sat up on the bed.

Iliya kneeled in front of Okoye and asked, “Where do you ache?”

“Everywhere,” said Okoye with a wry laugh. “But you can start with my legs if you like.”

The girl nodded her head and set about her duties. The oils worked wonders for Okoye. By the time Iliya had gotten around to massaging her mistress’ back, Okoye had fallen asleep. She was tired right down to her bones. Her fading thoughts focused on Attuma and what he had in store for her next.

…

“Have we received further correspondence from Wakanda?” asked Namora as she and Attuma met with Ku'ku'lkán.

“Yes,” the God-King replied. “They want to meet immediately. I have responded and told them they need to wait. They hold no jurisdiction here. They will do well to remember that.”

“What are their demands?” Attuma asked.

“The return of the scientist and their General.”

“I care not for what happens to the girl,” said Attuma flatly. “But the General is mine. We are bonded. These are our customs. Like you said, Father: The Wakandans have no jurisdiction here.”

“What if they insist on her return, Brother?” asked Namora, ever the level-headed one of the pair.

“Then I will cut down every emissary they send,” Attuma retorted. “She is mine.”

…

Time felt different down there. With no sunlight to let Okoye know whether or not it was morning or evening, she felt off kilter. The aching in her body had subsided marginally. Attuma of Talokan had made himself clear: He was going to claim her body with all the ferocity of an unrelenting warrior. With all the strength and brawn of a man blessed with the X-gene.

Okoye shivered at the thought of him taking her again. She was still tender between her legs, and Attuma had given her a mercy by not fucking her again so soon after his first onslaught. But still, he seemed like a man who would not wait to sate his appetite very much longer. Okoye knew he would return and seek her out once more. When he did, it took her by surprise. She was startled when he came calling.

“They do not want you,” said Attuma, as he stepped into the room where Okoye was being held. Her scent permeated the spaces between. It still smelled of their fucking. “The scientist will be returned and an agreement will be struck. Your queen has not negotiated your return. She cares only for the girl. It seems Wakanda does not wish to be at odds with the Americans or the Talokanil. The girl will go home, and you are to stay with me.”

Okoye remained silent. She pushed all of her emotions down into the pit of her stomach. She lifted her head and her gaze settled on Attuma as he stalked toward her slowly and began to remove his garments.

“If it were me,” said Attuma, draping his k’apak over a small seat. “I would kill everyone in my path to get you back. Is Wakanda really that weak? That they would not fight for their greatest Warrior?”

“You lie. I am not our greatest warrior,” said Okoye, as she shrugged.

“You are the only warrior in their ranks who is worthy of me,” he replied as he undid his ex. “You are mine.”

Attuma was already sporting an erection. Okoye looked at his manhood and then at his face.

“Let me ask you this,” she said in a small voice. “How can I be yours when I am already married?”

“A husband?”

“Yes.”

“This husband of yours is of no concern to me,” Attuma said as he sat on the small bed. “I could easily slip into Wakanda today and tear his spine from his weak body. I would gladly fuck you on his shallow grave, but he is a waste of my time. He is a waste of your time. This husband does not matter to me and by the time I am done ravaging you, he will matter even less to you.”

“You’re a cruel man.”

Attuma smiled at Okoye’s assessment as he laid on his back.

“So I have been told,” he said with mirth in his inflection. “Now, come to me, woman. I wish to see your pretty little gash.”

Okoye found herself doing as she was told. She made her way to the bed and climbed onto it. Attuma grabbed her thigh and dragged her towards him. He placed both of her legs either side of his wide chest. He could feel the warmth of her naked sex against his skin.

Okoye’s back was to him as she straddled him. Attuma ran a rough finger down her spine. She shivered and he smiled. The flimsy garment she was wearing was in his way of enjoying and drinking in her beautiful muscles and curves and her soft dark skin. He tore the dress from Okoye’s body, startling her, as ornate beads fell from the fabric.

“They had that made for me, you brute.”

“I will have them make another,” he replied as he ran both hands down Okoye’s sides. “Now, lean forward my Pretty Flower and let me see.”

Okoye rose up slightly to her knees and then leaned down the expanse of Attuma’s firm body. She lifted her ass and presented her pussy to him for inspection. Her revulsion at this beast of a man mixed in with her arousal.

Attuma placed both hands to Okoye’s ass. He gave it a squeeze before bringing his thumb to her opening.

“Still tender?”

“Yes.”

“So wet for me, mm?”

“Yes.”

“My Pretty Flower,” said Attuma as dipped his thumb into Okoye’s wetness and then trailed it up to her sweet little ass hole. “You are dripping for me.”

“Please, I can’t,” said Okoye quietly. “I can still feel you in my womb.”

Attuma let out a laugh and then pressed his thumb against Okoye’s puckered opening.

“Your scent is maddening,” he proffered. “Your sex is magnificent. Just the promise of taking it once more has me on the brink of insanity, Okoye. But I will let you heal before I fuck you there again.”

Okoye’s skin felt like it was on fire at his crass words.

“Besides,” Attuma added as he trailed more of her juices to her ass. “You have other pretty holes I can fuck.”

…

Attuma tasted briny. Okoye swirled her tongue around the crown of his large cock before sucking it between her lips. She hollowed her cheeks and took him deeper into her mouth. Still straddling his chest, she could feel Attuma’s fingernails dig into her thighs as she began to work her lips and tongue over his hardness.

Okoye could not take all of his manhood into her mouth. She used her hand to strum the base of his cock as she took as much as she could. Curses and praise fell from Attuma’s mouth amidst his guttural moans and panting breaths.

“Oh, Pretty Flower,” he all but whimpered. “Your mouth. I – I should have made you suck on my prick sooner.”

Okoye felt pride in Attuma’s praise, and she tried to take him deeper. She swallowed around his length and let as much of his dick as she could slide down her throat. Attuma’s hips bucked at the sensation and she gagged a little.

“Okoye,” said Attuma while running a large hand up and down her back.

She began to roll her hips, needing some kind of friction to ease the throbbing of her clit.

“Hmm, take what you need,” said Attuma while he watched the way Okoye’s cunt clenched as she rubbed herself against the ridges of his raised scars.

She pulled off of his cock and began stroking it while rubbing her pussy against him.

“Hmmmmm,” Okoye moaned as she built up more speed, both with her hips and her hand. “Bast help me.”

“Shhh,” said Attuma as he pushed Okoye’s head back down. “Keep sucking.”

Okoye did as Attuma commanded and took his cock back into her mouth. She moaned around him as her release drew nearer. She continued to grind against Attuma until she reached the apex of her pleasure. She pulled off of him as her orgasm washed over her. Seconds later, Attuma reached his climax, and he came hard. His seed shot from his tip in a thick ribbon of white that splashed across Okoye’s cheek and her lips. She collapsed against Attuma, fighting to catch her breath before he spoke.

“Show me,” he demanded, before grabbing Okoye by the back of her neck. “Show me your face.”

Okoye shifted so that it was easier for Attuma to drag her up to face him. His dark eyes, still filled with hunger, scanned Okoye’s features. He smiled at her. Okoye slipped her tongue out and licked some of his cum from the corner of her mouth. His hand slipped from her nape to her throat as he stared at her with pride and desire.

Attuma then pulled Okoye in and captured her lips in a messy kiss. He then flipped them so that Okoye was on her back, with his hand to her throat, staring up at him with wide eyes. Attuma traced his finger over a stripe of his cum and then slipped his finger in her mouth. Okoye sucked and licked it clean.

“I cannot say which makes me happier,” Attuma said, his voice still low and deep from his desire. “The sight of you covered in my love-bites or covered in my seed. Either way, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

He shifted his hand to cup Okoye’s face, running his thumb gently over her chin, before lowering himself to press their lips together once more.

“Thank you,” a breathless Okoye whispered against his lips.

“So incredibly beautiful,” Attuma added quietly. “And indelibly all mine.”

[pilesofpillows]

If you had to choose: soft poetic Attuma or dark dom Attuma??

Now you see?! The confliction is reeeaaaaallll…

Because Soft Poetic Attuma who just wants to see his wife live and thrive at her best is beautiful to me. Like Okoye being unaccustomed to being loved gently and respected and protected and Attuma providing that is just heart melting.

But Dark Attuma? Whose want for her is unrestrained and is relentless in his pursuit of her? Maaaan… it does something silly to my insides. Like Attuma deciding that Okoye was his from the moment she cut his face is basically canon, but him acting on it? Deciding that she is his and he’ll do anything to keep her? 👀 That’s the good shit IMO

So if I had to pick… gimme the Dark Man 🫣🫣

[karisomk]

Dark! Attuma Headcannon: Old habits die hard.

Content: Mature. Graphic violence thoughts from a Talokanil assassin. It wasn't that Attuma was tired of being assassin for Talokan. Namor just believed that it was time for him to learn other professions. To actually deal with more politics and business deals. To be well versed. Attuma strongly disagreed with this suggestion, he hated politics and he hated formalities of what business agreements held. He was truly content with being behind the scenes. This attuidue didn't change until he arrived to Wakanda and met Okoye through W'Kabi. Attuma had always been honest about his threats against W'Kabi. It was Okoye that stubbornly thought otherwise. W'Kabi being pushed over the balcony was a PARTIAL accident. Attuma had wished for his death, the moment he knew the legal loops Okoye needed to do to get out of a marriage in Wakanda. Not to mention the possible extent his family would of went to disagree in regards to her wanting to separate from W'Kabi. The more she talked about choosing to settle then to go threw that. The more Attuma began to think of the various ways he could think of about making W'Kabi disappear.

[dontruinmymorning]

LET’S EAT

one way or another

Okoye was ready for her solitude and wasn't really looking to date again. Not after W'Kabi. But Shuri insisted she meet this Attuma. Not that she did a good job of convincing her. At the very least, it might make the Christmas party more interesting. She wasn't precisely prepared for Attuma and everything that vame along with him. But she loves him, more than even she thought possible. One way or another, Attuma will be hers. And only hers.

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