#me and Attuma both

[iccedays]

…..Okoye..🫣🫣🫣…

After Attuma wipes his nose.. :

Do NOT… judge me.

Let’s just say Okoye is wearing this for a mission or something idk…

Attuma: My love. You cannot wear such a thing. I forbid it.”

Okoye, not facing him: excuse me? You cannot forbid me to do any-

Okoye: (turns to face him)

Attuma:

Okoye: why is your nose bleeding?

Attuma: that’s… completely unrelated.

I’m just gay.

[heartoferebor]

Talokanil introduction make brain go brrrrrrrrrrr

[mamajankyy]

This could be either Attuma or Okoye depending on the day tbh.

[writingintheshadowsforever]

Imagine being Namor's Wife and and stopping him from killing Queen Ramonda

Side Note: After Black Panther Wakanda Forever first came out someone posted. This fic idea saying someone should write it I was kind of inspired by never got around to it. Well here it is and to the original person who came up with it. I hope you enjoy.

Italics is english translation.

No one had seen where you come from. One minute it was the thick glass window between Namor and Queen Ramonda with the two locked into an intense staring contest.

Namor eyes filled with anger as his gaze turned to the young girl.

Queen Ramonda refused to back down reaching out a hand to move Riri behind her. Hiding the young girl from his prying eyes.

The action just fuel his burning desire for revenge and war even more. Namor let out a raging cry bringing his spare up, and Queen Ramonda stood her ground watching him preparing to stab through the window. She was confident the glass would hold and even if it didn't. The King of Talokan would still have to strike her down first before she let him touch the girl.

The spear was getting closer and closer to her face and then Namor paused his attack. The tip of his weapon resting inches from your nose as you stood before him arms crossed with a raised eyebrow.

"In yukanj" He whispered in surprise his eyes softening at your sudden appearance.

"Yes my love its me your lovely wife who entrusted you with one simple task. One that you promised me you could handle alone while I went off to lead the Americans astray to buy us more time." You scolded him shaking your head in disappointment. You wanted to be surprised by your husband's actions, but unfortunately you couldn't be. His hatred for mankind and the surface world had always been insatiable. It was your patience, his love and respect for you that kept those intrusive thoughts of invading world on land at bay.

You always hoped overtime maybe Namor would gain a new perspective on humans. But you should've known it was never going to happen especially with. The lack of sympathy after the events of Thanos invading Earth. Talokan had been affected by the snap as well, and you wanted to join the fight. Namor insisted that both of you stay out of it as it was a surface world problem. You should've seen all this coming your heart clenched at the sight of. All the destruction your husband and the Talokan's army had brought upon Wakanda.

It wasn't right. Countless lives lost for no reason. The murderous look you sent towards Namora and Attuma had both Generals cowering in fear. They called off the rest of the army and disappeared in the depths of the ocean without a word. You were going to deal with them later.

"Invadieron k otoch in yaakunaj kíins juntúul u le nuestros." He explained lowering his spear back to his side. They invaded our home my love killed one of our own.

Ti' ka' ta wuk'aj u princesa. Le k'áate' paal le Reina yéetel le ts'o'ok u internet ichil k'i'ik'el." You argued back pointing a finger over your shoulder at the woman behind you. After you took their Princess. The Queen's only child and the last of her bloodline.

Namor frowned. "Bix a wojel tales ba'alo'ob?" How do you know such things?

"Querías u Wakanda ka Talokan u convirtieran ti' aliados ti', máasima'. Tin tukultaj u sería útil mantener k'iin yéetel." You wanted Wakanda and Talokan to become allies right. I thought it would be helpful to stay up to date on information.

Namor scoffed earning a raised eyebrow at you. He hovered around you to land on the platform as well. "Wa k meentik u sometan ta To'one', Talokan yaan u sukbenilo'ob asab poderosa ti' le yóok'ol kaaba'. U yaalab le yóok'ol kaaba' le superficie caerá le kan k'iin." If we make them submit to us Talokan will be the most powerful nation in the world. The rest of the surface world will fall when the day comes.

A loud clapping noise filled the air and even the Wakandans heard it. As well as they witnessed your hand come up to smack Namor across the face. The stinging slap had his left cheek turning red.

His head snapped to the side from the force of it, and you waited for him to turn back to you with guilt in his eyes.

"Ku suponía u debías negociar jump'éel tratado Jets' óolal yéetel leti'ob. Utia'al u pudieran wáantik ti' le estadounidenses alejados ti' k wotoch. Tu cambio ta meentaj jump'éel rabieta bey juntúul chan xi'ipal petulante ka u negaron ceder." You were supposed to negotiate a peace treaty with them. So they could help keep the Americans away from our home. Instead you threw a tantrum like a petulant child when they refused to yield.

"In yakunaj" He pleaded with you.

"No Namor we talked about this" You said backing him away from him to run a hand through your wet hair. Your eyes drifted to the people standing before you. All of them regarded you with wonder and suspicion. The damage your husband caused wasn't beyond repair, but it was going to take a lot. For starters he had to be on the same page as you.

You went over to him to cup his face between your hands lifting his face back up. "Wakanda ka Talokan serán imparables wa k unimos bey juntúul chéen, ba'ale' ma' u páajtal meentik jump'éel alianza ichil le desconfianza yéetel le odio. Yaan k k'aax le bey chíikbesik." Wakanda and Talokan will be unstoppable if we come together as one, but you can't build an alliance off the back of distrust and hatred. We have to treat them as our own.

Namor closed his eyes and sighed "I'm sorry."

"You need to tell them that" You instructed nodding your head in the Queen's direction.

You took a step back watching as Namor turned to face Queen Ramonda, her daughter Shuri, and their guards. He laid his spear down on the platform and backed away placing the palms of his hands together and curling his fingers in.

Inside The Palace

Shuri reached out grasping her mother's arm. "I think he is surrendering."

"How can we be sure? Who is the woman?" Queen Ramonda questioned.

"The woman is his wife. He told she wanted peace between Talokan and Wakanda." Shuri explained meeting your soft eyes that seem to bore into her soul inviting her into your own world. She felt as if she could trust you.

You gave her a small apologetic smile and followed suit with giving her Talokan greeting.

"What does that mean?" Nakia asked this time a bit unsure.

"She's saying hello and maybe sorry at the same time. She wants to talk and I think we should listen." Shuri told them.

"I don't think that would be a wise idea" M'Baku voiced his concern.

Queen Ramonda watched as Namor stood by your side with his weapon still at his feet. Gone was the hatred in his eyes replaced now with shame as he barely met her gaze. You had that effect on him. If you were anything like your husband. She could possibly be injured or even worse dead by now.

"We will hear them out" She announced.

Everyone in the throne room let out collective gasps expect Shuri.

"Just one more question though" Okoye started waiting till Shuri turned to her.

"Where has she been all this time?"

[dontruinmymorning]

tig ol bitties! okoye is so me coded

He has big man boobas NGWW

[milkycottoncandy]

Give Yourself To Me And More

Attuma of Talokan x Female!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ content, obsessive behavior, somewhat dark!Attuma, rough (consensual) sex, choking, tit slapping, breeding kink, dirty talk

Minors Do Not Interact!!!

Summary: Attuma liked to think he was a patient man. Being Talokan's commanding general has taught him how to stay composed in stressful situations, and for the most part he knows patience is a virtue. However, you test his limits everyday with your lingering touches, bright smile, and kind words that make it hard for him to hold back, to leave you untouched and still pure. But like all the strongest of men, eventually they must fall.

Word Count: 2,895

Skip to the three *** if all you want to read is the smut (I'm not judging at all lol).

Translations:

Ma', in querida- No, my darling

In yakunaj- my darling

Author's Note: Hello my Attuma sluts!! Decided to give you guys this and I hope y'all enjoy it. This is my first time writing smut so please, be nice! I will only accept constructive criticism and no hate will be tolerated. Besides that, please enjoy!

Do not steal, copy, plagiarize, or repost my works. Reblog's are fine.

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It felt like Chaac himself was testing him.

He was solely focused on making the surface world and all who inhabited it, who forced his people into the dark, cold, unforgiving depths of the ocean, pay for their crimes, all while being confronted by the dangers that were at every corner. Dangers like you.

To him, you were a radiant goddess, and this world was unworthy of your existence. You were always beautiful from the beginning, and it seemed like each time you both interacted with each other, his feelings became even stronger. What made it worse is you always focused your attention on him. You would bring him homemade lunches, offer to massage the aches in his body after he was done training, be the first to welcome him back after a successful mission, and so much more. It was a miracle he hadn't died from a heart attack with the way it always swelled when he was near you.

You were the light in his life, and it didn't help that you started to appear in his dreams and late-night fantasies, making him feel shameful the morning after. In his mind, he had taken you many times, taking pleasure from you like a lover. You were begging him, touching him, letting him touch you, making him feel less lonely when you weren't near him. You were the reason to keep Talokan safe. You were something worth fighting for. In his mind, you were his, and he was yours.

But reality would reel him back in, like a fish attached to a hook, and he would remember you were simply being the kind person you always were. You laughed and smiled with everyone, you were amazing with children, and you never hesitated to offer help when asked. It's like you were taunting him with your gentle affections, always holding his hand and pulling him to somewhere more private so you both could indulge yourselves in each other's lives. He loved when you would hug him, you felt so soft in his arms, and he would kill a thousand men if that meant never having to let you go. He adored you. If you told him to jump, he'd say how high.

You were enchanting.

You were mesmerizing.

You were a danger to his sanity and beyond distracting.

Attuma wondered how long this would go on. How long he would pine for you, yearn for your attention, for you to say his name like you loved him, pretend like the thought of someone else sweeping you off your feet wasn't possible. That was his worst fear, waiting too long and someone taking you from him. He would kill that person with no hesitation. Would there ever be an end to this madness? Was he doomed for eternity to feel this way about you? Would he be forced to act like you weren't the first thing on his mind when he woke up and the last thing when sleep would finally overtake him?

One night, he decided it was enough. You pushed him to the limit, and he was going to be honest with you about his feelings. On the way to your house, his mind was a sea of questions and doubts.

What if she doesn't feel the same way?

What if I ruin what we have?

What if she thinks I'm unworthy?

What will I do without her? Without my light?

By the time he got to your front door, he had thought of everything that could go wrong. For a moment, he wanted to turn back. He didn't want to lose you. He didn't want things to change in a way that would make you feel uncomfortable around him. Despite his uncertainty, he gently knocked on your door and waited.

You swiftly opened the door, and it was like all his thoughts drifted away into nothingness. You were wearing a blue silk nightgown that outlined your body perfectly, and Attuma had to control himself from staring at your cleavage. Your eyes brightened, and that smile that made him feel weak slowly adorned your face.

"Attuma!" you squealed in excitement and hugged him, digging your face into his neck. You smelled amazing, like vanilla with a hint of cinnamon.

He hugged you back and, for a moment, felt like maybe the world wasn't so bad since you were in it. He felt you pull back, and he looked to see you admiring him. You both stilled, and, in a way, were speaking to each other with your eyes. You both had been friends for so long that verbal communication wasn't always necessary.

"Please, come in" you slide your hands down his arms to his, gently pulling him into your house. He followed willingly, and once he was fully inside, you closed the door behind him.

 Attuma loved your house. The beautiful decorations, the smell, the atmosphere. Everything.

Your light touch to his back shook him out of his thoughts, and you led him to the familiar couch you both have sat on more times than he could count. You relaxed into the cushions while facing him with a smile, which he returned.

"What brings you here, my warrior?" you asked, taking his hand and delicately tracing his palm while you waited for his answer. Namora and K'uk'ulkan were right. You were going to be the death of him.

Attuma felt like he had fallen into ice water. He remembered the reason why he was here, to tell you how he felt. At this rare moment, the fearless general was scared. A part of him wanted to lie, come up with an excuse that he wanted to simply talk with you, and that was all. But you didn't deserve that. No, you deserved everything and so much more. He quietly swallowed, and he braced himself for all the possible scenarios that could happen.

"Y/N, I have to tell you something," he stated, taking your hands in his and scooting closer toward you on the couch.

He never took his eyes off yours, and you felt your body tingling under his gaze. He could sense your nervousness and continued with his confession.

"I have strong feelings for you, Y/N. Feelings stronger than love. Feelings I can't hide from you anymore."

The room was silent. You looked at him with a mix of shock and surprise. His face was serious and unchanging. Attuma didn't like this, and the doubts started to rear their ugly heads back into his mind.

You idiot, you really thought she would feel the same? Now she's gonna hate you forever, and there's nothing you can do about it.

Attuma wanted to leave. Leave and never come back. He knew this was a bad idea. He shouldn't have let his selfishness get the better of him. And now he was going to lose you forever. He was going to lose you, and it would be no one's fault but his. Why would he ever thi-

"I feel the same," you whispered. He thought he was dreaming. He had to be. He was going to wake up in his empty bed and realize none of this was real.

Oh, but it was real. Here you were, looking at him with nothing but love and understanding. You smiled, not in a mocking way, but in a genuine way. You had felt strongly about Attuma since the day you laid your eyes on him. You dropped so many hints that, to you, went unnoticed. The soft touches, the persisting looks, the sincere compliments, and so much more. In your mind, he was yours, and you were his. Your body felt like it was on fire, excitement slowly bubbling inside you.

Attuma didn't know what to say. The girl of his dreams admitted that she felt the same about him. He was like a deer in headlights, still and unmoving.

Say something, you fool.

"…You do?" he breathed, his eyes slowly softened.

Chaac, you're hopeless.

"I do," you answered, your tone was nothing but sincere.

The sight was laughable, two love-stricken fools gazing into each other's eyes like lovesick puppies. But you and Attuma didn't care. He loved you, and you loved him, and that's all that mattered.

Attuma paused. He didn't think this would happen. He knew every battle strategy, where and when to strike the enemy, how to keep them in a position where they couldn't win, but being with you, it's like he forgot everything. But he did know one thing. He wanted you.

He wanted you bad.

"May I kiss you, Y/N?" he pleaded desperately. Of course, he was a gentleman, and if you said no, he would be perfectly fine with that. For you, he would wait as long as you believed he needed to.

"Yes," you replied, ecstatic and smiling so hard your mouth started to hurt.

***

He gently grabbed your face, and your lips collided with his, moving in perfect sync like waves against the shore. It started off innocent but gradually became more animalistic and primal, and soon you were straddling his waist while his large hands cupped your ass. You decided to tease him by grinding on his manhood, causing a low groan to emit from his throat that made your pussy shiver. He teased you back by pulling your hair, revealing your neck, and started to litter the area with kisses and love bites, going lower and lower. You uncontrollably moaned, unaware of his hands drifting up toward the straps of your nightgown. He suddenly yanked down both the straps and massaged your breasts, uttering a groan while massaging the soft skin in his hands.

"So beautiful for me," he praised, his large hand wrapping around your throat, making you whimper. 

You moaned like a whore. A dirty, filthy whore. And Attuma wanted all of it. He wanted all of you.

"Attuma," you whispered, eyelids growing heavy as you struggled to stay conscious. It felt like he was squeezing the life out of you, and you felt your vision start to cloud until he roughly pulled you towards him.

"Ma', querida, you're not getting out of this that easily," he slapped your breast, making you scream. He then kissed your hot skin as an apology.

Suddenly, you felt yourself being lifted by the giant brute and quickly wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs, somewhat around his large waist. He swiftly made his way towards your bedroom, eyes never leaving yours. When he reached your room, he gently laid you on your bed, and you shivered, questioning what his next move would be. Silently, he slid your nightgown off your body, leaving you in your blue panties that were soaked with your arousal. For some reason, you felt self-conscious, and your hands were attempting to shield your body from his gaze. 

"Don't you dare," he warned, and you listened without hesitation, your hands retreating back to your sides.

Attuma then made his way on top of you, touching and kissing every part of your body. He eventually made his way to your underwear, and he bit down on the material, slowly pulling them off and revealing your wetness. You gasped at the sight. You couldn't believe this was happening. Without warning, he raised your legs and rested them upon his shoulders, his mouth only inches away from your pussy.

Just as you were about to beg him, you shrieked as he licked your cunt. Your eyes widened, and you screamed as Attuma clamped his mouth around your clit and sucked relentlessly, rolling the bud with his tongue and making your legs shake. You were instantly wet, juices gushing out of you. Lewd noises filled the room as he devoured you, mixed with your vulgar profanities while you desperately grinded on his tongue. 

You trembled under him, reduced to nothing but a panting mess as you could do nothing but take it. You held onto the bed sheets for dear life and sobbed as he gave you the best orgasm you've ever had. 

Attuma drank every drop of your wetness, feeling your pussy shake against his lips. He could've stayed between your legs forever, but he had bigger plans to get to. 

Begrudgingly, he released your clit from his mouth and laid your legs down. He slowly moved back to the edge of the bed and stood tall, admiring his work. He wiped his mouth and started to undress, and you caught a glimpse of his battle scars covering his body. He truly was magnificent. 

Your eyes moved further down to his cock. It was hard and girthy, and you noticed precum oozing out of the tip. You swallowed. This was going to be a night to remember. He climbed back onto the bed and hovered over you, rubbing his dick against your pussy. Nothing could brace you for what was about to happen next.

You screamed as he slammed himself inside you, stretching you open and filling you up. You looked to see your belly bulging with the shape of his cock, it was completely obscene. 

Attuma groaned; you were so deliciously tight around him, your soft walls pulling him in as he rutted up against you. He grabbed your hips with a bruising force and pulled you impossibly closer, your tits flushed against his chest. He fit inside you so perfectly, and you took him so well, it made him wonder why he had waited. He should have done this a long time ago.

He set a brutal pace as he repeatedly pounded into you, causing the bed to shake and your eyes to roll back. He couldn't take his eyes off the way your pussy engulfed his dick with each thrust. You looked so dumb and pretty, just like in his fantasies he imagined and touched himself to in the late hours of the night. Your moans were sweeter than any siren song, and Attuma wanted to hear you sing for him more.

"You're so wet," he grunted,  pulling out and slamming back in.

"You're a little slut, aren't you? This is what you wanted all along, isn't that right?" You shook your head and cried, it was too much, and you screamed as his dick continued smacking against your womb.

"A-Attuma, please slow down. You're going to break me!" You wailed, trying to push him away.

"I. Don't. Care", he snarled, pounding hard into you after every word. You felt a hand on your throat, and your pussy squeezed him even more. 

"Naughty little girl," he teased as he kissed and sucked on your neck. "Wanting my cock like the dirty slut you are. I'm gonna make sure you're pregnant with our babies. That's what you want, isn't it?" 

"No! N-No, please!" You begged. That wasn't true. You marveled at the thought of having his children. You felt so horny, feeling his dick pounding into you. Attuma leaned forward and held you in a tight embrace, forcing you to look at him as you slowly surrendered to your desires.

"You're mine," he growled. "Only mine. Say it!"

"I'm yours!" you shouted. You didn't care if everyone in Talokan heard you. You only cared about who was on top of you, who was worshiping you, who was inside you. You were so painfully close to another orgasm, and Attuma knew it. 

"Cum for me, in yakunaj," he pleaded, resting his forehead against yours. You could barely speak, barely form a coherent thought as that familiar ache started to build up in your core. You were getting closer, and you loved it, the feeling of coming undone in front of him. 

Attuma bit into your shoulder and you threw your head back and came. Your pussy squirted around his cock, and you almost passed out from the pleasure. Your back arched as he came inside you, filling you up with his warm seed. You moaned his name as your body twitched against him, trying to regain some sense of normality. That was the best sex you've ever had in your life. 

For a while, you both stayed like that, gasping for air while he remained deep in your warmness. Sadly, he pulled out, and you whimpered at the empty feeling. His cum felt dangerously good inside you, and you shivered, basking in the fact that he claimed you, ruining you for anyone else. You looked up to see your lover, who was also coming down from his high.

Attuma looked beautifully wrecked, his hair a mess and sweat glistening on his body. You didn't look too bad either, but you weren't complaining. You pulled him down for a kiss which he gladly reciprocated. You were both tired but happy.

"Attuma," you sighed exasperatedly, "that was amazing," you praised. He smiled and caressed your cheek with his hand. You giggled and kissed his palm, running your thumb over where your lips once were. He returned the action and held your hand to his heart. You felt your body heat up at the gesture. You sat up and started peppering his face with kisses, and he did the same to you. 

"I love you, Y/N."

"I love you more, my warrior."

And at that moment, Attuma's world shined even brighter now that you were his.

End.

Thank you so much for reading!💙

[firemenenthusiast]

Need to be namors little pretty knocked up wife more than anything fr fr. Like I need him to spoil me to death, hand feeding me grapes as I lie down on the bed. He would throw a fit if i was doing anything but resting up cause he’s just so protective and wants me and our baby to come out as healthy as we can be, I wouldn’t have to life a finger.

👩🏻‍🦯👩🏻‍🦯 not that he doesnt spoil you on a daily basis but when youre all knocked up and round with his baby (s)….. he get super protective. in that period he really think everything could harm you that he decides to mother proof your chamber. no sharp edges, no objects lying around on the floor, he commands an extra of 2 of the talokan maids to have their eyes on his pregnant wife and to give you everything you ask for on days he couldnt be with you but other than those days, he clears up everything not as important in his schedule just so he could sit and watch if you need anything. he would feed you, he would go out himself to find the food you crave for even if theyre crazy ass pregnancy foods because he wouldnt forguve himself if anything happened and you dont get to eat what you asked him for. he woukd rearrange your sheets so youre always warm and comfy, and would try to talk to the baby inside your belly because he read that its good for their growth. yes, he read both human and talokanil pregnancy books to really know what he should expect from you. sometimes youre worried for the people because instead of doing his job as the king, he decides to spend a lot of time taking care of you and when you ask him about it he responds with “i had attuma take care of everything, do not worry. my job right now is to take care of my two loves”

[namorslutfanfiction]

ok my mistake I just saw that in fact you already made a very similar one 😅. better a Namor request being jealous

thank you for the request!

Summary: Namor had been away for a couple weeks finally making an appearance at the UN for the first time. He returns home to find that you and Attuma have grown closer and he is feeling a little territorial.

Jealousy and fluff

Namor flew out of the pool of water and headed to your favorite spot. He would often find you amongst his paintings, reading or painting your own. It had been a long two weeks since he had seen you. His first appearance at the UN had been an astonishing experience and he wanted to tell you all about it.

As he neared the hall he heard your laughter followed by the deep voice of Attuma. Namor had left you with Attuma for your own protection. It was also a good opportunity to try out the new tech that Princess Shuri had created that would allow the Talokanil to breathe but also to speak when they were on the surface. From what he could hear, it was working well.

Namor reached the doorway and caught sight of Attuma with his arms around you as he brought you back down to your feet. The both of you were laughing and had paint spattered on you.

Namor felt his eye twitch and clenched his fist at your proximity to each other. He calmed himself and coughed lightly to get your attention.

"I hope I'm not interrupting," his voice had a hint of steel to it.

"My love, you've returned," you exclaim as you run into his arms. Namor held you close but looked at Attuma questioningly.

"K'u'kulkan, welcome back," Attuma said with a smile that fell at the glare Namor was sending in his direction.

You pulled back and cupped Namor's face with your hand, looking into his eyes with love and affection. Namor kept his arm wrapped around your waist as you spoke. "I am so excited to hear how it went. I haven't heard of any new wars springing up so it must have gone well."

"Yes, it did. What were you two doing?" Namor asked, glancing between you and Attuma.

"Let's show him Groot," you called Attuma the nickname as you walked over and let him lift you up by your waist onto his shoulders like a child.

"Groot?" Namor asked apprehensively. He didn't like that Attuma was touching you at all but he was intrigued by the fact that you were using him as your personal lift.

"He's tall like a tree like Groot," You answered with a nod of your head. You patted Attuma's head and steered him to a particular part of the painting behind you, "Alright Lanky, let me finish that line and then we should be done."

"Yes, little one. Please hurry, you are heavier than you look," Attuma chuckled and followed your hurried directions as you put the finishing touches on the painting.

Namor tried not to be jealous of your close proximity or the nicknames you had for each other. A part of him wanted to fly over, pull you from Attuma's grasp, and take you away. But he restrained himself, for now.

"Perfect!" You shrieked before patting Attuma's head affectionately, "Let me down now, big boy, the painting looks great!"

With little effort, Attuma pulled you from his shoulders, wrapped his arms around your waist and gently dropped you back to your feet. Namor watched closely as his hands had closed around your sides and slid down to your waist. He wanted to rip his hands off you. A soft but distinct growl left his throat when you hugged Attuma.

"Thank you so much for you help. If you weren't here I wouldn't have been able to finish it," You said as you embraced the tall warrior.

"I am at your beck and call, in reina," Attuma answered as he patted your head in a friendly manner.

"What is going on?" Namor asked forcefully.

Attuma noticed the rage that was boiling under the surface of Namor's visage but you were unfazed. With a spin and a pose you gestured to the wall behind you. "My love! I finished the painting! You weren't here but I really wanted to finish the top half, and Attuma has been helping me every day by lifting me on to his shoulder so I could reach the top."

You talked gleefully to Namor as you pointed out the changes you made and the colors you chose for the painting of the two of you that covered the lengthy wall. Attuma had stepped back to allow you both room to admire her work. Namor looked at the beautiful painting then down to you. He glanced at Attuma who chuckled at the look he gave him.

"I will take my leave now. I'm sure you have much to discuss," Attuma bowed to the both of you before leaving. You heard the splash of water as he jumped into the pool that would lead him back to Talokan.

"What do you think, my love?" You looked up at the painting.

Ignoring your question, Namor turned you to him and captured your lips in a searing and passionate kiss. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, and lifted you up off your feet. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulder, returning the passionate kiss. When you finally came up for air he hugged you to him possessively.

"It looks like someone missed me," You laughed lightly. You ran you fingers through his hair and kissed his cheek.

"Did you miss me, in yakunaj?" Namor asked softly.

"Of course I did? Why do you think I've been dragging Attuma in here to help me paint an enormous mural of us?" You couldn't help but giggle at the look on his face, "Why are you pouting? What was I supposed to do while you were gone? Sit here alone and do nothing?"

"I am not pouting. And yes, you were supposed to pine for me, my love," Namor said with faux seriousness.

"You're being silly. You got to go galivanting off with Princess Shuri while I get stuck here. It's only fair that I at least have the company of my guard," You chastised him.

"We were not galivanting, we were cultivating foreign relations," Namor pointed out.

"And I was cultivating a friendship with my guard as well as cultivating this beautiful, artful, and amazing painting of us that you have yet to compliment," You pinched his cheeks in frustration causing him to remove his arms from your waist and wrap his fingers around your hands.

"It is beautiful, in reina. Exquisite, but you could have waited until I returned. I would have been happy to help you," Namor said.

You let out an exasperated sigh before you gestured for him to let you back down on your feet. He obliged you. "Namor what is this really about? You're acting strange."

Namor paused, mulling over his response.

"Well, if you're not going to talk I'm going to find Attuma and tell him to take me back to the surface. I could us some sun," You made a move to walk past him but he caught your arm.

"Stop talking about him," Namor mumbled.

"What?"

"Stop talking about Attuma like he's your closest companion," Namor said louder, looking into your eyes.

"Oh my god. Are you jealous? You're jealous of Attuma," Your realization made you giggle. Playfully hitting Namor's arm you continued. "He's your cousin! We are practically family, silly man."

"I'm not jealous," Namor tried to say with conviction.

"Oh really? Then you won't mind if I actually go ask him to take me to the surface and accompany me for a stroll on the beach," You replied with a playful grin.

"No one will be taking you to the surface except me," Namor insisted fiercely.

You looked into Namor's eyes and could see the spark of jealousy but also a hint of insecurity. This strong king really loved you and was absolutely jealous of his close cousin. Not only that he really thought he might lose you.

The shift in your features confused Namor so much that he was caught off guard when you launched yourself into his arms and pulled him down for a kiss. The kiss took his breath away and made him forget where he was for a second. Every sense and nerve ending was focused on feeling your lips on his and your body pressed up against him. You released him and dropped from your tiptoes.

"I love you, K'uk'ulkan. You silly, jealous, gorgeous man. Don't ever doubt that," You reassured him.

His eyes looked into yours adoringly as he brought your hands to his lips to kiss your paint stained fingertips. "I love you, y/n."

"Now stop pouting. I'm starving and I want to hear all about your trip to the UN. Did you remind Shuri to take pictures? And don't forget Wakanda has that sparring festival next week." You pulled the Talokan King along as you left the hall.

"The sparring festival? Do you think Attuma would like to come with us? I owe him a sparring match, " Namor questioned thoughtfully.

"Do not use Wakandan festivals to beat up your soldiers, my love. It's unsightly," You replied back without a second thought.

"It would teach him a lesson about not touching what isn't his," Namor countered, entwining your fingers together as he matched your stride.

"And you said you weren't jealous," You stuck your tongue out at Namor before rushing off.

"I'm not!" Namor insisted as he gave chase.

...

AN: Hope that's what you were looking for.

[eeepgrove]

hmmm Nashuri would be Jane & Mr. Bingley (cause without the whole plot line of bp2 they would have hit it off without complaints) and Attoye would be Lizzie & Mr. Darcy but with their own twist.

nashuri and ottuye pride and prejudice au go

[demigoddessqueens]

Hello there

I would like to request a namor x reader where she is youngest child of the wakandan royal family and they tend to look over her sometimes or A LOT so when attuma n namora ambush the crew on the bridge she volunteers herself to be taken to protect her sibling and Riri as well as come to a diplomatic solution.

When Nakia finally rescues her, namor vows to go retrieve her by any means necessary

Oooh,,, I like this idea!! 👀💞💓

Pairing: Namor x youngest royal!sibling

You knew the risks of taking this mission, but there was a determination to prove yourself. It seemed simple at first. Get the young scientist, keep her safe, and move on from there.

Despite the risk of encountering Namor on the shore and now escaping those hot on your trail, you couldn’t let that deter you or risk your mother’s nerves.

Seemed simple enough, right?

At least that’s what you thought at first. Lying face down on the asphalt was the irony of this whole situation. You had seen Okoye give it to her last in defending you and Shuri, but you had to think fast.

You could see your sister Shuri’s hand starting to gain movement, but you saw the two elite warriors with their band advancing towards Riri. It had to be quick and now, or else you would regret this.

Coming to a wobbly stance, you faced the ones called Attuma and Namora.

“I’ll go.” You offered to them. “I’ll go with you…,don’t hurt her.”

Both looked at each other inquisitively before the taller one summoned their steed and brought you and Riri forward. Hoping they wouldn’t notice, you left behind the bracelet as means to track you.

Before the darkness of the waters consumed the group, you whispered a small prayer to Bast but you didn’t know what for exactly. Strength? Clarity?

Anything seemed feasible at this point.

Back home, your Queen Mother’s grief knew no bounds. Still, it would not deter her from getting you, youngest of the family, back to safety.

In Talokan, the nerves of your entire being were sharper than any knife. Sure this king and leader of his people was charismatic, but you still couldn’t form an opinion about Namor. Especially when the young girl’s life depended on you.

“Why do you look at me like that?” He asked upon your quick introduction.

Poker face may not have been your strong suit but you mastered it on impulse.

“Like what?”

“As if you are afraid. I do not wish to harm you, but I have my loyalties to protect those who rely on me. By any means.”

You sighed heavily. “That’s what I’m afraid of. What if we came to an agreement? Me, in the place of the scientist. But please, let me see my family as well. I know they’ll be worried for me.”

His face seemed unreadable at first but underneath that facade was a growing curiosity. If this was under different circumstances, Namor would have wanted to get to know you. A bright mind with a promise that glimmered in your eyes. He admired your spirit. Maybe there could be a chance still…

In his invitation to explore Talokan, you were amazed. It was beautiful. Intricate architecture and a liveliness that reminded you of home. Such beauty

Namor watched your reaction with softness. Once this was all over, he’d give anything to see that smile of yours again. In gifting you the bracelet of his mother and a necklace personally crafted for you as well, Namor dared to have hope that there could be a future.

You thought the same too. It was a relief to see you and Riri’s savior in Nakia, but it felt sudden to be reunited with your family so swiftly. You were grateful to be back with your family, but it felt jarring to be taken back so soon.

Upon hearing of your rescue, Namor’s heart became caged by its walls again. It felt foolish and naive of him to even think that—

No matter. He would return to have you back again, or if you wised it, to come and go as you pleased. You let him think there could be a possibility for anything and the surface world’s forces would not take that away.

[inklore]

I would like namor and attuma to fill me up like a Twinkie on both ends 🧍🏾‍♀️

bestie 😵‍💫😵‍💫 this was all i could think about after reading this!!!

namor’s already filled you, you can feel his come leaking down onto your thighs. can feel your cunt still pounding from how hard he just got done fucking you—using you until you were a drooling, whimpering mess and crying out to him; for him.

attuma’s eyes looking down on yours. his grip tight on your skull as he fucks your mouth. as your cries from namor fucking your tightness land on his throbbing cock—as he fucks the back of your throat, at spit and drool coat his pelvis and run down your tits.

and when he’s finally finished, his come shot into the back of your throat, the noise that comes out of his throat a mix of a growl and something godly: namor is replacing his grip on your skull, pulling your head back and gripping your chin. “swallow. be a good girl and maybe i’ll let him take your pussy next time.”

[inkareds]

Can I please request some fluffy headcanons with namor or a lazy day? I need more soft namor after the fight between wakanda and talocan is over, Thank you if you do this!

Care for You Namor

nav // marvel m.list // ko-fi ✧.* word count: 2.4k ✧.* genre: SFW // suggestive fluff ✧.* warnings: just some suggestive things at the end but I still think it's SFW

After the fight between Wakanda and Talocan, Namor worries you were disappointed in him, how wrong he was.

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(all italic texts are Mayan) 

“I can’t believe he would do such a thing, I mean, giving up to that spoiled Wakandan Princess?! It’s a disgrace to our fighting abilities. We had them! You know we did!”

“Does it matter if we had them or not?! If what they’re saying are true, that ‘spoiled Wakandn Princess’ bested him in a fight. He could’ve died and the only thing you’re thinking about right now is if we were defeating those Wakandan soilders or not?!”  You practically yelled at Attuma. 

Namor, your husband, had said it would be better if you both were to fight on different fronts. After all, it was expected for him not to fight with the main army as he would’ve needed to fight against Shuri. If you were fighting with your soldiers it would bring the overall mood up, seeing their ruler fighting alongside them would give them more strength to fight. 

That decision had come as a double-edged sword, whilst it was true that the soldiers fought more valiantly with you in the ranks reminding them why they were fighting. It was also true that it brought you great anxiety when you realised that you didn’t know what was happening to Namor. For all you know he could’ve been dead or dying when fighting against Shuri. 

You knew better than to underestimate the woman. She may be much younger than both you and your husband, but she held the experience of someone double her age. Coupled with the loss she had experienced at the hands of your husband? It’s only natural that she’d fight fiercer than anything both you and your husband have seen so far. 

She was dangerous. You know that. 

The entire time you fought, feeling your blade clash together with the spears of the Wakandan soldiers, the only thing on your mind was to get this done quickly so you may be of assistance to Namor, your king, your husband. Nothing could’ve described the insane amount of thankfulness that rushed to you when you saw him and Shuri standing side by side on that ship. 

When he forced everyone to back down, unlike your people, the first thing you thought about was quickly dispelling your people. You’ve faced enough losses today, you’ve seen one too many of your subjects be killed in front of your eyes. You will not squander this chance of mercy Shuri has granted your king just because of pettiness. 

But just like in the war, once you were back in your underwater kingdom you were once more separated. As general, Attuma, a very close friend and confidant to you, pulled you aside to talk about the casualties and his overall rage at Namor’s decision. 

“Would you rather he die?” you asked in an exasperated manner towards Attuma when you saw the way his face still held anger. You knew where he was coming from, both your people and you have trained practically every day for this day to come. For the day that the people above waged war. To know and accept that the first battle in that war was lost to you, was hard to swallow. 

But it was something you had to swallow, and you’ll force everyone else fighting by your side to swallow as well. As selfish as it sounds, you’d rather lose a hundred battles than lose your husband. 

“There are strategic reasons why this is adventageous for both of us. If K’ul’kukan had killed Shuri it would’ve crippled Wakanda as a nation, yes! But that would mean they no longer have anything to lose! Did you see how many of us they were able to kill? What do you think will happen when they lose their pillar? More cassualties will follow, and Wakanda is greater as an ally than an enemy.”

It was true you were rather frustrated at the turn of events, but now that you were away from the battleground and had some time to think. There was an advantage to losing and being spared after all. Advantages that would not show their true colours until later on. When Attuma looks unconvinced you turned your head. It’s useless trying to move an immovable rock. 

“Enough, remember who you are talking to Attuma.” Despite fighting on the same front you were quick to remind Attuma of his manners and the respect he should show you as his ruler, “I am tired of the fighting and I want to see my husband. Now leave me be, if you have anything to discuss about, Namora will take my stead.” 

Attuma seemed as if he was about to say something, but he quickly shut up when you pointed a sharp glare in his direction. “Of course, your highness, forgive my disrespect.”

“You are forgiven, now go.” 

When Attuma left the room you’re in, a room decorated from wall to wall with war strategies, statistics, and the like, you quickly left as well. The water could not carry you fast enough to the cavern that held your chambers with your husband. The only time you were able to see him was with Shuri on that ship, and even then he looked rough. 

You could only guess how many injuries he actually sustained during the battle. 

Finally setting foot on the cavern you practically ran to your shared chambers. As you slammed the door open, his attendants and the doctors around him jumped at the sight of their ruler. 

“Thank you for tending to my husband, you may now leave.” You quickly masked your panic as you realised the other people in the room. 

Namor looked at you with an unreadable gaze, sitting on a chair, his attendants surrounded him fussing about his wounds, massaging him with oils to ease his muscles, and two doctors worked at once to heal the wounds on his body and wrap the bandage around his ankle. “Your highness, we haven’t fully bandaged the king yet-”

“No matter, I will do that myself, now leave.” The doctor that spoke to you quickly nodded and stood up before urging his partner to leave with him. 

Not long after that the attendants soon left as well after tidying up their tools. 

In quick succession the moment they left the room you dropped to your knees in front of your King. Grabbing the bandage that the doctor left behind and slowly finishing dressing the wound on his ankle where Shuri ripped off his wings. 

You were silent and gentle when your hands slowly placed down the bandage once you realised the bandage on his ankle was already bled through. Namor didn’t speak when you slowly pulled the bandages away, showing the gash. He didn’t even wince when you placed medicine on the open wound. 

The only thing he did was watched as you meticulously cleaned and dressed his most damning wound. His silence was due to how he thought you felt. Here you were on your knees in front of him, showing him your subservience and yet he wasn’t able to win just a simple fight. He assumed you felt disappointed in him. 

The king of Talocan himself, a god in his own right, not being able to win a fight against a princess not even an eighth of his age? He felt great shame facing you right now. To any of his subjects, he would’ve told them about Shuri’s fighting spirit. How she was incredible on the battlefield. 

But to you? He can’t say anything. 

There were no excuses that would leave his mouth if you were to ask why it was that he lost. 

He had placed you on the front lines, you could’ve died and he wouldn’t have been able to avenge you. How can he call himself your husband if he can’t even do that? 

Buried in his own self-loathing thoughts Namor didn’t realise that you were done bandaging his ankle. His train of thought was only stopped when he felt your warm lips against his own. 

His eyes widened as he realised what was happening. Why were you kissing him? He was unworthy of your love, your touch, your kindness right now. When he didn’t kiss back you pulled away. 

“My love.” You whispered placing your forehead against his. “I was, so scared.” Namor was just about to apologise for putting you in such a dangerous position, thinking you were scared of having to fight the Wakandan army. 

But the moment he sees the tears leaving your eyes and the way your hands so delicately placed themselves on top of his chest covered in bruises and marks. He realised you were scared for him. At that point, he had nothing else to say. 

Did he seem so weak that you were worried for him? How unworthy was he truly for your love? You, a warrior, a deity in your own right. 

“Please stop thinking,” it was as if you could practically hear his self-loathing thoughts. “Stop thinking, just- just look at me.” One of your hands left his chest and went to angle his chin upwards to face you. 

You stood taller than him right now with him seated and you standing next to him. This way Namor could truly see how worried you were. “It killed me inside not knowing if you were winning the fight or not.” You finally croaked out in between your tears. 

Namor, finally breaking from his spell, grabbed both your hands, slowly lifting them and giving your knuckles long kisses. “I’m sorry, my love. I’m sorry for worrying you. I’m sorry for failing.” 

“Hush, I couldn’t care less about any of that right now. I’m just glad you’re here with me.” Then and there silence wrapped the two of you in its warm embrace. 

Though neither you nor your husband felt cold often, to be in each other’s presence, basking in the silence and comfort of just existing together felt warmer than anything else in the world. His hands slowly caress your own. Both of you with your closed eyes and touching foreheads. There was nothing else more calming in this world than this moment right here. 

When you remembered Namor was still fresh off the battlefield you pulled away from his touch, leaving him to slightly reach for your skin. “Patience, my king. Let me take care of you.” A hint of mischievousness lined your voice at that moment. 

Seeing s how the tension was slowly melting away, Namor only grinned and watched you intently as you walked behind his chair towards the table holding numerous oils. Picking one bottle up, he chuckled once he realised what you were going to do. 

“Is something the matter, my king?” the edge in your Mayan only made Namor’s grin widen. “No, no, please continue. Serve your king.” he teased. 

It was your turn now to smile at his words, all before going towards him and pouring some of the oil on his back and your hands. Slowly you pressed the palm of your hand on his back. You’ve done this plenty of times to both your king and your soldiers as a way to ease their tense muscles after battles to know what you were doing. 

But no matter how many times you’ve done it with Namor, every time it still feels intimate. He practically melts against your touch as you pushed your hands to knead away the knots in his back and body in general. 

You smiled as you watched the way Namor eased. You wished you could truly describe to him the amount of awe you had for him. Though you aged slower than most humans and mutants alike, you haven’t lived half of Namor’s lifetime. You couldn’t imagine what it was like to be him those days when he was alone. 

To be a king at such a young age, to be a god to a people for such a long time. Such burdens materialise in the way his muscles ached and tensed. 

But now with your skilled hands, you release all of that tension. 

Despite this, you were still quite cheeky, as you couldn’t help but speak when Namor kept lowly groaning at the pleasure of your hands on his back. “Is this that enjoyable my king?” you know he’s used to your jests, but what you didn’t expect was for him to suddenly stand up. 

The sudden action caused you to jump and he took that opportunity to lift you off your feet before dropping you down on your shared bed. 

“K’ul’kukan!” you yelled out entertainingly when Namor crawled on top of you, placing his body weight on both his hands and knees he looked down at your now flushed face as you looked up at him. “It was very enjoyable, I think I should return the favour, no?” 

A grin made its way to his lips as he began to lean down to your neck and pepper light kisses. Despite your clear enjoyment of what he was doing, seen by the way you were craning your neck to give him more access, you half-heartedly pushed him away. “Your wounds are still fresh K’ul’kukan! They’re going to reopen if you keep doing this.” 

He only hummed in response against your skin, his teeth slowly grazing and nibbling on the soft flesh of your neck. “Your doctors are going to be mad at me.” You tried to reason with him. 

“I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen. I’m the king remember?” You swear he’s only teasing you, but Gods was his voice the most sultry thing in the world right now. 

Slowly through his soft touches and kisses, you began to forget that you were supposed to be worried about his well-being. “I was scared of you too.” he whispered so quietly against your skin. 

At that moment, you realised why he was doing this. It wasn’t because he wanted to say thank you for massaging him. Maybe that did play a part, but the reason he was now praising your body as if you were a temple was that he was scared. 

He was terrified about your own safety. Now that you were in his arms, words failed to describe how happy he was. And when words fail, actions speak louder. 

So, you stopped struggling and let your king, your husband, your God, make you feel like a deity.

Hi! I know this isn't REALLY what you asked for but I just couldn't get this out of my head! I hope you enjoy this either way though! But if you'd still like me to make a lazy day fic for Namor I can totally do that!!! <3

[xblackreader]

part two bc me 🫱🏾‍🫲🏽 attuma are just like 🤞🏽

Okoye: attuma, may I see your kimoyo beads please?

Attuma: uhhh…

his camera roll:

[pilesofpillows]

What An Experience

Attoye Kinktober | Day 1: Free Choice ~ Size Kink

Read it here on AO3

Warnings: Smut (18+), NSFW, Dirty Talk, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Size Kink, PWP

A/N: Happy Kinktober!! The stars really aligned with this one because it’s Sunday Smut Day and the first day of Kinktober all in one. Huge ass thank you to @umber-cinders for beta-reading and screaming at me 💕

Thanks again to @theattoyearchive for deciding to host this heathenous event... I look forward to every day of debauchery 😜

Attuma had always been big. Round as a child, long as an adolescent, broad as a man. It was his nature. He stood a head above most people, two above others. Hands, feet, arms, legs— no part of him was small.

His cock was no exception.

His youth had been filled with reticent partners, most balking at the sight of him and some refusing him outright. Years of clumsy fumblings and mediocre encounters gave him pause where penetration was concerned, and he’d quickly become well-versed in pleasuring his bedmates without it. Instead, Attuma used his fingers and tongue, lavishing his lovers with affection and taking himself in hand afterward.

He’d expected nothing different from Okoye.

The first time she took him to her bed, Attuma spent nearly an hour exploring every curve of her battle-hardened body. He laved his tongue over dark nipples, decorating the underside of heavy breasts with wet kisses and raining the same upon the raised dotted scars encircling her waist. He sank between her legs, spreading them wider to accommodate the broadness of his shoulders, and ravished her hips with sharp bites, then sucked the arousal from the soft skin of her inner thighs. Burying his tongue in her folds, Attuma feasted on her until she cried out. Large hands held her hips in place as he redoubled his efforts, his appetite for her matching the rest of him. He drank from her greedily until her cries became near screams, relenting only when she pushed his head away weakly, legs quivering from his tender attentions.

Attuma trailed his kisses to her knee while she recovered, and when she’d stopped shaking, Okoye gave him a breathless smile and bit her lip, beckoning him closer. She kissed him hard, tongue tangling with his to taste the remnants of herself, and he lost himself in the wet heat of her mouth. His lungs burned, but Attuma was too consumed with the feel of her to care. So consumed that he couldn’t stop her when she reached for his wex and palmed his length through the fabric. Their lips broke apart, both breathing gasps of surprise. Attuma winced, bracing himself for hesitation or rejection.

Instead, Okoye grinned.

“Shouldn’t have expected anything less,” she whispered with a chuckle, twisting her wrist under his garment until her palm met his flesh. “I think,” she said, hefting his thick member up, “I’m going to need to be on top, though.”

Attuma let out a sound between a growl and a groan as she fisted his cock with one hand and buried the other in his hair, pulling him into another fiery kiss. Delicate fingers swept over his weeping crown, and he hissed, tearing his lips from hers, hips jerking involuntarily.

Okoye smirked and released him, tugging on the knot holding his undergarment together. “Take this off for me?”

He obliged without thinking, earning himself another grin.

Attuma ducked his head to claim her lips again, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth and nibbling on ripened flesh. Okoye moaned and splayed her legs out, reaching for his length again. He released her lip with a soft pop as she began stroking him slowly, and his head fell to her shoulder as he tried to control himself. Chaac help him— her touch would be his undoing.

Attuma groaned her name as she repeated her earlier motions, then growled a curse when she stopped abruptly. His lover laughed and kissed his neck in consolation before bidding him to sit up, switching their positions. He maneuvered himself as she asked, shuffling backward until his back rested against her padded headboard. Okoye followed him fluidly, swinging her leg over his and settling astride him. He could feel the heat emanating from her center and twisted his hands in the sheets to keep from thrusting up into her. His mind spun in a haze, every thought and sense occupied by her as she ghosted kisses from his gills to his jaw and traced her tongue along the pulsing vein in his neck. She rocked her hips as their lips crashed together again, coating his crown with her arousal, and Attuma gave thanks and prayed for mercy in one silent breath against her mouth when she drew back. A sultry whisper in his ear asked if he was ready, and he could only answer with a confused hum before choking on a gasp as she notched the tip of his cock at her silken entrance and began her slow descent.

His hands flew to Okoye’s hips as she began to sink down onto him, bruising grip drawing a hiss from her lips. Exhaling sharply, Attuma eased his hold and ran his hands encouragingly over her sides, ruthlessly tamping down the carnal desire to shove the rest of himself inside her. She was warm and wet and clinging to him so damned tight; he was sure he would lose his mind. Then, as if she purposely sought to drive him to madness, the damned temptress started talking.

“Fuck… Attuma… Fuck.” Okoye was breathless, chest heaving as she panted. “I knew you’d be big but fuck,” she gasped, still sinking onto him oh so slowly. “Told myself to be careful, to go slo-oh.” Her words became a drawn-out moan as she lowered herself over the thickest portion of his cock. Her head was thrown back, face twisted in painful pleasure, and her nails dug grooves in his arms and shoulders. “Attu-mah.” His name was a broken epitaph on her lips as their hips met, and he was seated fully inside of her, doing everything he could not to come undone from the velvet heat encompassing every inch of him. “Bast… You’re so de-ep… Oh fuck. Ah-tuma, fuck! I’m so f-ull.” Words spilled from her lips in choppy waves, and she rested her forehead on his, breaths coming heavy against his lips as she adjusted to Attuma’s girth.

“Okoye… toop,” he murmured through clenched teeth, kissing the corner of her mouth and echoing her sentiments in his native tongue. He could feel every hollow breath she took as her pussy quivered around him. His hands found their way back to her hips, fingers flexing against her flesh. “Is it— Is it too much?” Attuma breathed the question in her ear, trying not to focus on the sweet clench of her cunt.

“Mm-mm.” Okoye shook her head slightly as she answered, nudging her nose against his and giving a small roll of her hips.

Silken walls fluttered with the motion, and he hissed. “Do you want more?”

“Mm-hm.”

Attuma wrapped an arm around her waist and cupped the back of her head, kissing her fully. She rolled against him again when their lips parted, stuttering out another gasp of his name when he rocked up in response. They rolled and rocked in tandem, creating their own rhythm. He watched in awe as her face contorted in pleasure, hands roving down her body and settling on her ass. Okoye bade him move faster, push deeper, fuck her harder. Attuma could only oblige.

She was close; her body told him before her mouth did— she just needed a push.

Attuma buried his face in Okoye’s neck, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the underside of her jaw and tightening his grip on her ass. Working her up and down on his cock, he glanced between them and nearly lost control.

“Fuck, ch’ujuk ba’al… I wish you could see yourself. You’re split open so prettily for me,” he panted in her ear. She moaned in reply, and he worked her faster, forcing her to bounce on his thick shaft. “That’s it, jats’uts’… you take me so well. Tell me, Okoye: do you like how my cock fills you? Am I deeper than anyone’s been before?” He tilted her hips, changing the angle of his thrusts. “Are you fuller than you ever dreamed of being?” Choked sobs were his only answers, and he could feel her pussy tightening as she came closer to the brink. Attuma gritted his teeth and growled. “I know you’re going to come, ch’ujuk ba’al. I want you to. I want you to come just like this— pussy stretched around me, gripping me.”

Okoye garbled out a gasp, writhing against him as her hips bucked down in a frenzy, chasing a high he was all too eager to give.

“C’mon ‘Koye…” he urged, plowing into her and carving out a place only he could reach. “Ko’ox in polla xtóop’ [Come on my thick cock].”

Okoye’s body went taut, muscles tensing, and she let out a strangled scream. Her pussy clamped around him like a vice, sending him spiraling toward his own release. His mouth found her collarbone again, sucking a mark onto the juncture of her neck. He thrust into her once, twice, thrice, biting down viciously as he came with a harsh groan, flooding her. His hips jerked as her cunt milked him for every drop of his seed, and he kissed the already darkening mark on her neck tenderly.

Falling back against the headboard, Attuma held her to him while they tried to catch their breath. He ran a hand down her sweat-slicked back, careful not to jostle her. “You okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“I’m fine, and you were perfect,” Okoye hummed and pressed a kiss to his chest, then grinned at him. “Definitely a tight fit, but I’m not complaining.”

~Finis~

A/N: I'm saving all my herbals for the deplorable filth I'm planning to write for the rest of this month 😂. Asks are always open, and comments & reblogs make my day 🫶🏾

Up Next: Mirror Sex 😉

[killmongerskeeper]

Crashing Waves // Chapter 5 // Namor

Pairing: Namor x POC Reader

Warning: Spoilers

Chapter 4 // Chapter 6

Namora stood before me with a scowl. "Do we have a problem or something? Every time we're in the same proximity you have this scowl on your face." You asked her in confidence and she scoffed. 

"No problem. I'm not about to let K'uk'ulkan become bewitched. Take that as a warning surface dweller." She said with malice in her voice and I crossed my arms.

"It's Y/N. And why would I bewitch him, when it was you guys that brought me down here, fish head." You spat and she stepped towards you.

"You don't want to do that missy." You warned as a green hue engulfed your hand ready to defend yourself if need be. At that moment she readied her spear before dashing towards you and you deflected her attack with a manifested shield. You quickly threw some energy spheres at her but she was quick to dodge them all. You eventually manifested a dagger in which the two of you fought for at least 5 more minutes. 

"He shouldn't have brought you here! You should've died with the rest of them." She sneered as the blade of her spear caught your cheek. You could feel the blood running from the wound before you shot a full blast at her and she flew backwards. She broke a couple of icicles on impact but your stance never faltered. The big guy from earlier walked into the room before holding Namora back. 

"Relax Namora. This one is no weakling." He said to her before turning to me. "I am Attuma. Apologies for Namora. We just want what's best for K'uk'ulkan. The surface world hasn't been too kind." 

You frowned as you wiped the blood off of your cheek and turned away. They left soon after and you took the chance to reach out to Shuri. Closing your eyes, you did your best to clear your mind as you thought of the princess. When you reached her you felt sadness and guilt. She sat with the queen on the shoreline in front of a fire. You saw them both clear as day. 

"My brother is dead. He is not in the wind. It's just your imagination to help you cope, mother." She said to the queen and you sighed. 

"Shuri-" You mumbled and her head snapped up. She glanced around the river with wide eyes. Unsure where your voice is coming from, she stood from her spot still searching.

"I'm here princess." You called out again and she gave a small smile. 

"Y/N?" She called out again to make sure you were really there.

"Yes I'm here." You smiled as she stretched to stand. 

"Where are you? Why are you not here?" She questioned as you frowned.

"Listen to me Shuri. Someone is coming to you. Through the river border." You informed her and she shook her head.

"It's sealed, no way anyone is getting through there." She debunked as you sighed.

"Shuri you don't understand. He travels through water. Unseen by the surface eye. His army is like no other. A military rig got attacked because they found vibranium out at sea and they are blaming Wakanda for it." You stated as you felt his energy grow closer to the two women.

"Wait what are you-" 

She stood with her mother as the animals began to run out of the water. And I knew Namor had reached them. They held their battle stance as he stepped out of the water looking around in amazement. 

"Stop right there! How did you get in here?" The queen questioned but Namor paid her no mind. 

"It's beautiful here. And the air is so crisp. I've heard stories about how amazing this place was." He pondered aloud until he was completely out of the water. 

"I am not a woman who likes to repeat herself. Who are you?!" She began to grow impatient as the underwater king introduced himself. 

"My enemies know me as Namor. I stopped a military operation from recovering Vibranium out in the Atlantic."

"Atlantic?! Impossible, vibranium only exists here! In Wakanda!" The queen said with anger across her face. 

"Mother look at him, he's covered in it!" Shuri stated and he nodded.

"The surface world had a machine built by a scientist. One that tracks down vibranium on land and in the ocean. I've come to offer an alliance. To burn down the outside world before they come to you. All you have to do is bring me the scientist."

"We do not need any help with our affairs. Leave at once!" She shouted and he frowned. 

"I have an army larger than you can imagine. You don't want to pick a fight with me." He warned the two women who refused to stand down.

"So I've been told." Shuri said in a low voice.

"So the little one is listening." He said with a grin and you froze. He knew? How could he have known? 

"Where is she? What have you done to Y/N?" She asked and he ran a hand through his hair.

"She's alive for now. That's all you need to know." He told her and Ramonda pushed Shuri behind her.

"Here's a better proposition for you, bring me the scientist that built the machine and I won't bring my army to Wakanda. That shell there, use it to call out to me and I will come shortly after." He left without another word but not before the machine used to locate vibranium appeared behind the wakandans. Confused by what just occurred, Shuri put down her spear as she and her mother ran out of there. 

"Y/N! Can you hear me?" She shouted out loud.

"I'm here but not for long. He will soon return here."

"Where is here? Where are you?

"Somewhere underwater. How deep I don't know but I have to go now. I'll stay in touch."

"Wait Y/N-" You cut off communication with her before Namora and Attuma walked into your space. You had a feeling they weren’t here to share water breathing tips.

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[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.