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Sink Into You | Attuma
Summary : Attuma was eager to reunite with you.
Word count : 2.1K
Warnings : Literal Attuma brainrot. No plot just h0rny. Size kink., & brief body worshipping cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex. 18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI
A/N : I have nothing to add just h0rny for this man, and i noticed the lack of content. surly someone wants to bang him. All dialog are in his native tongue, so I put them in brackets to indicate that. If you do like this fic, please, please comment and reblogs. Your support means a lot!
*** DO NOT COPY, REPOST, OR TRANSLATE MY WORKS
A steely arm wrapped around your waist and hauled you back into a firm embrace. Your back flushed against his massive frame, while your face was pressed against the cold, stony wall of your chamber. A gasp escaped from your lips as his large, warm body pressed against yours.
He was already hard and ready to drive himself inside you as he pressed his bulge between your ass cheeks. Arousal seeped out of your folds as Attuma caged you there with his body. Every cell in your body buzzed, lacing with desperation and anticipation.
For a man his size, he had always moved so swiftly and silently, sneaking up on you without even making a sound. Attuma had always been a presence unto himself. The man was built like a seamount–tall and burly with a broad chest, and two massive tree trunks of legs. Every muscle on his body was the result of years of training and honing himself of becoming the best out there. And he knew it.
Oh, Attuma knew the kind of effect he had on people, especially you alright.
His presence had always overwhelmed the space–not only because of how massive he is, but that confident air about him mixed with that smirk on his lips. Every time he caught you watching him a bit too long, he would flash you that cocky smirk of his that tormented your very soul.
You whined out loudly when he slowly and deliberately ground his arousal against your ass, making your pussy clench and unclenched at the emptiness, wishing for him to just fill you up. Your back was flushed against his warm body. Your legs were barely able to support your own weight if it wasn’t for his strong, muscular arm around your waist.
His mouth was on your neck kissing whatever skin he could reach. He was needy for weeks away from you. And every time he returned to you, all that pent-up frustration and adrenaline melded into an insatiable carnal desire that only you can quench.
“[I need you],”. The words rolled off his tongue, coming in hot like magma slithering down your spine and straight into your needy cunt. His breath was hot and humid, brushing against the shell of your ears until heat flooded your body. Your heart was hammering against your ribcage as you could feel his thick fingers stroking along your slipper seam, rubbing and teasing at the small bud. He could feel the way your slick was dripping onto his thick fingers, and he loved every moment of it. He loved the thought of turning you, this beautiful, magnificent woman into a panting mess.
You could only respond with a whine as your eyelids fluttered again when he bucked his hips forward. He barely started with you, and you’ve already felt like you could unravel in his arms. His desire was evident in his thick body, from the way he moved to the way he was watching earlier. It was tangible by just how a look can make your pussy throb to your own frantic heartbeat.
His large hands stroke your body up and down at first as if he was relishing the way your skin feels under his calloused palm. His lips planted kisses on the back of your neck to your shoulders, then downward along your spine until he knelt behind you. His palms were now massaging your ass cheeks, kneading them before placing another kiss on the subtle flesh. He was worshiping you like the goddess that you are, loving and relishing every inch of your skin.
Attuma carefully spread your legs apart, exposing your bare pussy right in his face. He can sense your anxiety seeping out of your skin as you look at him over your shoulder. The uncertainty in your eyes said it all, and without breaking eye contact, he leaned in to place a kiss on your supple skin–a reassuring, gentle gesture that only you were allowed to witness.
Your lover pulled you back by the hips to create enough space for you to slightly lean forward while being supported by the wall. His thumb caressed your pussy lips, stroking them and teasing them until your legs began to shake. A smirk quirked at the corner of his lips before he leaned in and licked at your seam, drawing a shaky breath right out of you as your fingers curled into a fist.
Attuma hummed contently into your throbbing pussy while his tongue worked you, licked and flicked at your sensitive flesh, letting the tip of his tongue push and toy with your clit. He would spread you open, and plunge his thick tongue into your velvety heat, fucking you so slowly and deliberately with shallow thrusts.
His name fell from your lips pathetically, while your hand desperately grabbed at his hair. It seemed to rile something up in his as he devoured you abundantly. You tried desperately to move away, hoping to at least catch a break, but to no avail as his steely arm wrapped tightly around you, holding you in place as he continued his assault upon your senses. He was persistent now with the way he was eating you out, every lick and every thrust of his tongue only bringing you further to the edge until your body can’t take anymore.
Your legs began to shake as your muscles spasmed. You began to clench around his tongue, but Attuma was still going at it until you came, gushing out onto him with a muffled scream, yet he made no move to withdraw himself from you.
“[Please...Attuma...]” you pleaded with him as your body threatened to fall apart as another rapture drew near, but he didn’t answer. Instead, he continued to devour you until you came the 2nd time with his name spilled out from your lips.
You almost collapsed by the way your legs gave out under you if it wasn’t for him. Attuma carefully picked you up and carried you over to his bed, where he gently laid you there. For a man that was capable of destruction, he was careful with you. He knew his strength, but he wasn’t some brute. He knew when to use it.
He smirked as you whined out loud when he spread your legs apart so he could settle himself in between them. Attuma tapped your glistening pussy with the fat, bulbous head of his cock as a warning, which made your thighs twitch.
“[I’m going to fuck you so good that you won’t be able to feel anything else for weeks,]” he told you as he continued to toy with you, rubbing your slit with the head of his cock. Attuma could feel you tensing up as you waited in anticipation.
“[Relax, and let me in, love. I’ve got you,]” he said hoarsely as he slowly pushed the head inside. You bit down on your lips as you felt him easing into you slowly, inch by inch. It was like a slow, desirous torture that burned you from within. Every part of you felt like you were set ablaze by the way he was stretching and filling you. You could feel every groove and every vein of his thick cock, spreading you and stretching you so overwhelmingly that it made your head hurt.
Attuma was holding on to the last bit of his rationality as you squeezed him so tightly that it felt almost like choking. You were a slight little thing compared to him, yet you had always held more power than you realize–a dangerous power in fact. Aside from the Feathered Serpent God himself, no others had control over him, except you, which made you the most dangerous woman around.
His arms bulged as he held his weight aloft. His abdomen muscles strained tightly as he pumped his thick cock in and out of you. His expression tauted with lust. His deep brown eyes stared at you with a devastating combination of needs and determination that made every nerve in your body come alive.
“[You’re so tight. You need to relax more,]” he said as he brought his thick fingers down to the space where you joined and began to rub at your bud. You whined at the sensation. Because you were stretched out wide and tight just to accommodate him. Your clit was practically fully exposed, swollen, and more aroused than you have ever imagined.
Attuma sank into you deeper, pushing in shallow, rapid thrusts that made you whine and mewled and beg. He grunted deeply in his chest as his fingers dug into your hips, relishing the way you were sucking him in and swallowing him so tightly. Strings of incoherent words fell from his lips the more he moved. He could feel your wall begin to flutter around him, and Attuma couldn’t help but begin to pound into you, pumping in hard with determination. Noise no longer came out of you as everything inside your lungs was being fucked out of you.
Every flex of his thighs brought in a power surge of his hips into you. He was impossibly deep and impossibly hard. His heavy balls smacked against your ass repeatedly. It was too much and too overwhelming that you began to feel that tight coil that rested in the pit of your stomach growing again.
“[I’m coming…]” you managed to utter the words in between your panting as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
Attuma grinned. He spread your legs wider to allow himself to sink deeper inside you. Every thrust forward felt like he was rearranging your inside. You started wailing mindlessly as pleasure was becoming too much before it exploded inside you like a wave crashing against a rock.
Your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, pulling his large frame toward you. Attuma continued to fuck faster and harder as he tried to chase his own release. You didn’t know how long you lay there, getting used by him before he let out a deep, guttural sound that seemed to emit from deep inside his chest. His large body jerked violently as his cock strained and bucked with a force that would have sent you across the bed if it wasn’t for his steely grip. He came hard and you could feel the warmth, sticky cum filled you up until your stomach was bloated.
You both lay there, panting. Sweat trickled down his neck as he turned. His dark tresses stick to his burly frame. You watched the way his broad chest rise and fell.
“[You have slain me,]” you joked in between your breath as you stared at him. Attuma chuckled as he rolled over so he was laying on his stomach. His hand reached out to cup your chin.
“[Have I?]”
You nodded before he pulled your smaller frame toward him. Attuma buried his face in your hair, inhaling your scent as if he had many times whenever he returned from the surface. It was his way of knowing that he was not home in the comfort of your arms.
You wiggled your ass slightly against his cock as you tried to get closer to him, but of course, it somehow made him hard again. Attuma groaned lowly that it made the hair at the back of your neck stand on its end.
“[How can you get hard again when you just came that much?!”]
Attuma chuckled as his face was still buried inside your hair. His massive arms still wrapped firmly around you.
“[It’s not my fault. You are the one that wiggles that little ass all over me. You should be worried if I don’t get hard this quickly.]”
You slapped his hand that was on your stomach, but Attuma was holding you tighter, pressing his erection right into you.
“[You are insatiable, I swear,]” you grumbled, though your words dissolved into nothingness as he dipped his thick fingers and sank into your slick, velvety heat once more. His name fell from your lips as he spread your leg and laid it over his thigh. Attuma once again began to work at your sensitive body, pumping his fingers inside you and stringing you up to the familiar tightness.
“[Only for you, my love.]”
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What Lies Below
Attuma x Reader
Summary: Finding a job on an isolated island in the middle of nowhere was your introverted dream come true. Little did you know what was lurking in the ocean.
Attuma's head was the only thing out of the water, the rest of his body stayed hidden in the deep blue.
His eyes followed her as she walked along the beach.
She was new.
He saw the ship which dropped her off. He assumes she was the new keeper of the lighthouse.
He watched as she looked around the small island.
Attuma had seen many humans come and go from this very island. He was tasked to keep an eye on it as it was rather close to Talokan and Kukulkan wanted someone to have an eye out.
Attuma was sure no human knew about their city, nor were they looking for it, their presence on the small island in the middle of the water was way simpler.
To keep the ground managed and the lighthouse in shape.
Attuma checked the house and the light many many times. It was nothing but an old device, it wasn't looking under the water, not trying to find vibranium or anything.
A simple lighthouse to show sailors the way.
This was the first time Attuma had seen a woman on the island.
He scared off or killed many people on the island. Attuma needed to keep his home safe and when the humans got bored, they started to look. He couldn't have that.
Attuma assumed she would be just as easy to deal with.
He soon left, heading back to his home to report to Kukulkan.
---
You really thought this would be worse.
But your introverted self jumped on the opportunity as soon as you heard that you could work all on your own, on a lonely island in the middle of nowhere?
Sounds like a dream?
No? To you it did.
Alone with an easy job and a good salary.
You would get weekly supplies sent to you with a ship.
Sounded like a dream.
But you could also clearly see the red flags. First of all, the sailor who just dropped you off mentioned that you were the fifth that summer.
Meaning four people before you took the job and then left or worse.
You tried to joke that perhaps a shark took the others, but when you saw the look in his eyes... your smile fell.
The island looked nice, the lighthouse was also in rather good shape, and the small house next to it will be your home for a couple of months. Hopefully.
You thanked the man who showed you around before he headed back to his boat. With basic knowledge and some internet connection, you felt ready for the job.
"Be careful about storms! Out here they are very harsh! I suspect one of the kids before you must have been taken by a wave. Don't leave the house, nothing's worth your life." he said before getting on his boat and leaving.
You could say he was a grumpy old man.
But he had experience and you knew you had to listen to him.
And you did.
---
"All surface dwellers are dangerous! We must be cautious about her. As my general, I trust you the most to watch her. As long as you deem necessary." Kukulkan nodded at Attuma who agreed with the decision.
He will keep an eye on the woman.
He had been watching her for days now. Day and night, Attuma watched her closely trying to figure out her real purpose.
As one night fell, Attuma felt braver than before as he emerged from the water.
Studying her for days, he knew her routine. A simple routine, easy to remember.
Since Kukulkan didn't deem the woman to be killed, Attuma wanted more information which he can present to his King.
Attuma walked quietly but with precision. He found the door unlocked and entered slowly, hearing soft snores coming from inside he was more confident that she was asleep.
He walked around the small house but found nothing of interest only her personal belongings, books, clothes, and a laptop.
He then walked to the bedroom. He had been in that house before. Once he took a man from the bed into the ocean.
The man had been looking underwater, mumbling about people he saw in the water. He was a danger.
Attuma watched her sleep soundly.
She looked very comfortable and calm. She was completely unaware of the danger right in front of her.
Attuma watched her for a moment before heading out again.
Reporting back to his King the next morning.
Kukulkan was still not convinced and Attuma was sent back to watch her.
---
You, completely unaware of the attention, continued your job as you were supposed to.
Two weeks now have passed and the old man arrived with your food for the upcoming week. As usual he made no effort to chat, he dropped off your food and necessities before getting back on his ship with the list you handed him of things you would need.
But you were okay with it. He doesn't have to talk with you if he doesn't want to.
You were back in your routine.
Another couple days passed. And it seemed like the wonder of being alone started to wear off.
Not even the fact that you missed human interaction, you missed the shops.
You would kill for some Burger King right about now, but all you had is the lasagna you prepared yesterday or some ice cream. That did sound rather amazing right now.
You let out a sigh and decided to check the snack drawer.
With a twix in hand, you went out to the porch and sat down.
For a couple of days now, you have been getting a feeling. As if you were being watched.
You were sure it was only your imagination and your secluded lifestyle at the moment which was getting to you.
---
Attuma watched you closely for the entire time. Watching you as you walked around the island, cleaning, planting new flowers, cleaning the lighthouse, and making sure it functions.
He watched you sleep. He found himself spending more and more time watching your sleeping form.
He was certain you weren't a threat. Not to Talokan, not to him, and not to anyone else.
You must be a gentle soul.
A beautiful and gentle soul.
Attuma never felt so conflicted in his entire life. He wanted nothing more than to talk to you, get to know you. And yet, here he was, a warrior, a general under Kukulkan. A man who never lost their vision of the most important thing, keeping Talokan safe.
In his mind, he knew what he was doing is wrong. He knew that his bravery in walking onto land even during the day was a great risk. He knew all of this and yet, his heart told him other things.
His heart told him to look after this precious woman, to keep her in his arms.
He never felt so uncertain in his entire life.
Sometimes he forgot that even if he was a general, a friend of Kukulkan, a warrior, he was also a man.
A man who lived a long life and has an even longer in front of him.
A man who never craved for a woman more than he is craving now.
But he knew it was wrong. He knew he must not have these feelings.
He knew he needed to find a solution.
Each day, he reported to Kukulkan. Each day he told him he was convinced the woman was no threat. But he feared his King might stop his investigation. Attuma feared he wouldn't be able to see you again.
"Thank you brother. You have been watching her for many days now. You may go back to your duties."
"I do wish to keep an eye on her still. If we send someone they might get seen." Attuma's reasoning was correct. Kukulkan however, sensed something else.
"Is she a warrior?"
"No, she tends to the gardens and feeds the seagulls. Sometimes he feeds the fish."
"Is she dangerous?"
"Certainly not. One of our weakest could take her down in a matter of minutes."
"Then why do you insist on watching her?" Kukulkan wasn't mad, he was more intrigued. He has never seen her brother like this.
"In case it is all an act. In case she communicates with others so they could find Talokan. I think it would be best if I watch her, in case my fears are correct and we need to jump into action." again, Attuma's reasoning was spot on. But something didn't feel right to the King.
"Did you perhaps grow some form of attachment?"
"Of course not, she is but a surface dweller." it almost hurt for him to say those words.
Kukulkan watched his brother closely, even if his people thought him to be a God, he was blinded by his rage and hatred. However, he would never want his brother to suffer.
"Keep an eye on her then. If what you assume is true, kill her. I don't require daily reports from now, weekly should be enough." Attuma nodded before he swam off.
Kukulkan watched Attuma leave, trying to hide his smile behind his hand.
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That night, there was a terrible storm. Thankfully it hit after you already were done with your chores so you could hide inside the house.
You looked out the window but you weren't able to see much.
However, you swore you saw a head in the water.
You panicked. What if someone was drifted from a ship?
You grabbed your jacket and headed out into the storm.
There was thunder, the wind was crazy as you looked at the beach and the water.
"Hello?!" you yelled, trying to stay on the sand as the water raged. "Is someone there?! I can help you!" but no answer came and you saw no one. Slowly you walked a bit further, the ocean hitting your ankles. "IS SOMEONE THERE?!" you yelled from the top of your lungs. Trying to see the person you believe you saw again but the rain didn't help.
"HELLO?!" you tried once more.
You decided to head back but on your way a huge wave hit and you lost your balance, the water quickly dragged you in and soon, you were panicking.
You knew it was not helping, you tried to swim but you couldn't because the waves were too big. Then you were thrown against a rock and you hit your head. You were in and out of consciousness.
But you swore you felt a hand and an arm moving around you.
---
You woke up with a start and a terrible headache.
You swore you have been in the water, you should be dead but then why were you inside the house in your bed?!
Was it all a dream?
No. The little bump on your head said otherwise.
You tried to recall just how you managed to get back on shore and into the house but you couldn't.
Was it the adrenaline that kicked in?
You weren't sure.
You remember heading out to the beach because you thought you saw a head, trying to save the person you were taken in by a huge wave and nearly drowned. But you didn't.
How?
---
"You saved her." Kukulkan looked at his general, Attuma failed to notice the mischief in his King's eyes.
"She was drowning," Kukulkan smirked.
"You like her, Attuma. Just admit it."
"My King, I would never... a surface dweller? Unheard of."
"Not really. We do have people who were once living on the surface, you know that. Good and loyal people. And you did say she is a kind person."
"My King, Kukulkan I-"
"You must be torn, my brother. Having feelings like that must take a toll on a person even as strong as you are. But I have been told love is a stronger driver than hate. If she chooses so, she can live with you here." Attuma was stunned.
"Y-You approve of her?"
"She must be special if she caught your eyes, Brother." Kukulkan nodded as he felt as if a huge weight just got lifted off of his shoulders.
But it was put right back on when he realized he will have to know someone speak with you without scaring you.
He also didn't want to scare you so you would run and he would need to kill you before you could reveal his secret.
He couldn't help but recall the worry in your voice yesterday. How you called out for someone who you thought needed help. It almost lead to your demise. But at least he got to see you up close.
Attuma bowed to his King before leaving.
Now, somehow he had to come up with a plan and not scare you in the meantime.
---
You stood on the beach, looking at the water, trying to see something, anything.
You walked around the island at least three times now, trying to find the person you saw.
But now, you started to believe you were imagining things.
You went on with your routine but then something weird happened. Bones started to appear on the beach. You stood there utterly confused as to just how did a shark's skull end up on your beach? Only the skull as well, no body or other bones. Just a skull in the sand.
You were truly baffled.
And over the upcoming days, you found more and more bones.
Sea creature skulls and one time even an emerald necklace. It was a small emerald gem on a gold necklace.
It confused you more than the skulls did.
---
You let out a long sigh, as night soon arrived, you went back to your routine, turning the light on before walking back down the stairs.
As you turned around the house to put away your broom in the small shed at the back, you nearly tripped over when you saw a man standing there.
It was no ordinary man either. He had a shark skull on his head, weird clothes and blue skin.
Could it be that he was the man you saw last night?
You just stood there too stunned to say something. He was also clearly caught off guard.
"Do you live here?" you asked, assuming he lived on the island but he shook his head. He spoke in a language you couldn't understand. "Are you... injured?" he shook his head again, no, so he clearly understood you, so he must speak your language. Then you decided the best way to deal with this was by turning around and heading back inside the house.
As you turned the corner you turned back and looked at him still standing there.
So he wasn't your imagination.
Cool.
Or not?
You went into the house and sat down, looking at the door you tried to make sense of things. Then you heard the man walk onto the porch and the door opened slowly, he looked huge in the doorway. Not only tall but muscular as well.
You were sure he was there to kill you. Now you knew what happened to the others before you.
As he took a step inside you stood up from the chair.
"I won't tell anyone, I promise! But they will send more people if I disappear! They will look for me." you knew no one would care, but he didn't have to know that.
"Won't hurt you." he suddenly said and you didn't know if it scared you more or calmed you a little.
There was something about his voice which you found incredibly charming. A slight ring to it, like a melody.
You found it strange how someone so huge and blue and covered in bones could be so calming.
"Then what do you want? Are you the ones who left the bones on the beach?" he nodded once, the jewellery around him chiming at the movement. "Why?" you asked, voice barely above a whisper.
"Gifts. Talokan women like gifts from strong men, the most impressive gift will decide who can court the woman."
"Talokan? Is that your home?" he nodded again. "Hold on just a moment! Hold on! So, you live in the ocean? In Talokan? Are you the one who killed the people before me?"
"Couldn't trust them. Talokan's safety is the priority."
"So, you killed them, but you are leaving me gifts to court me?! I must be dreaming. This cannot be real... A blue man from the sea is trying to court me?! You must be joking!"
"I'm not. I would be a good partner to you. I'm a general under the King, I am loyal, a great warrior."
The way he looked dead serious, you must be dreaming.
This cannot be real.
You refused to believe that this was real.
You needed to pinch yourself, you must be dreaming, or last night, you died at this was your purgatory.
"Yesterday, you saved me?"
"You were drowning. I helped."
"You were the one I saw in the water, I went to help you and a big wave took me in. I was drowning, and what you put me back to bed?"
"Indeed."
"I-I need time to think."
Attuma understood, he handed you a shell. "Place this in the water and call for me, I am Attuma. I will come to you as soon as I can." and with that, he walked out of the house, you rushed to the door and watched him walk back into the ocean.
You were truly going mad.
The next day, you found yourself sitting on the sand, watching the water, you tried to gather your thoughts.
So, he was an underwater... man? He has been watching you because he is a general and has to protect his home. Okay... He killed the people before you because they were a threat to his people. Okay... And he wanted to court you... Like what?!
Was this some kind of a sick joke? No the man who drops off your food is not the pranking type.
So, it had to be real. But even the thought of people living underwater sent a shiver down your spine. But it did make a lot of sense. Androids, aliens, wizards and now, water-people. Why not?
You had a feeling your fate would be sealed if you tried to contact anyone about them. You had a feeling you would be dead in a matter of seconds if you tried to. Now it made sense why you felt as if someone was watching you all the time. He was monitoring you so he could report if you had done something.
You weren't going to lie, this all sounded extremely intriguing. You found Attuma to be very interesting, the mystery of it all.
He was huge and you could tell he was a great warrior but his eyes were so kind and soft.
The gifts he left you, were all intricately picked, cleaned and placed in the sand for you to find. You wondered how could you show him that you were interested. Flowers? Maybe not.
You held the shell which he handed you yesterday.
"Attuma." you whispered before letting it into the water, you watched as it was taken away. Soon, he started to walk out of the water.
"Did you make up your mind?" he asked and you nodded. "Then please, let my torture end with an answer."
"I would like to get to know you better." you said as he stood in front of you.
You watched as his posture became more straight. His lungs filled with confidence. The mask on his face hides his smile.
"But I am terrified of water." this made him stop in his tracks. "Deep water, of which you can't see the bottom of. Scares me to no end."
"Why?"
"When I was young, my grandma took me to the ocean one summer. I wandered in too far and nearly drowned. Ever since that day, I am terrified of deep water."
"Then I will help you."
"I know how to swim, I just..."
"I'll help you. I won't let you drown." he said as he took the mask off his face and guided it to your face.
With that, he helped you into the water, you clung to him like a baby koala would to their mother.
The mask did help you breathe normally which you were thankful for.
"I will help you get comfortable in the water. Then, we will work from there."
"Thank you." you watched as his skin changed from blue to a gorgeous brown, it made you smile. Now, you could see his face without the mask and he was rather handsome.
You swam around a lot that day, to the point where you got rather tired. Attuma had to carry you back to the house.
It became somewhat of a routine for him. You cleaned up the island as you normally would, water your plants before he would take you on swimming lessons.
He was a really good teacher.
He told you what to do and never pushed you further than you were willing to go.
Even if you were shaking with fear, you still wanted to learn. At least it gave something for you to do and look forward to.
Each day you got more and more used to having him around. Each passing day, you started to see him for who he was, not the scary blue water man but Attuma.
He talked a lot about his home and his people. He shared the story of his people with you, how ancient his society was and how they survived for so long.
He talked about his king, Kukulkan, Attuma said he was like a brother to him.
You also told him about yourself. Telling him about your family and how you grew up and how you ended up in the middle of the ocean. Oh how glad he was that you two met.
One rather cold morning, you stood on the beach, waiting for him but he was late.
He was never late.
You were worried something might have happened.
You spent all day on the beach, worried sick.
You only headed back when the rain started.
You sat on the porch, watching the water, but soon, it got dark.
You were very worried but you needed to head inside or you might catch a cold.
The next morning, you did the same, sitting on the sand just waiting and waiting. But somehow, he didn't come.
Now, you were angry-worried.
"FINE! THEN DON'T COME! AS IF I CARE!" you yelled before you kicked the sand and headed to get some work done.
Occasionally glancing at the water, but nothing.
You sat once again on the porch, bouncing your leg up and down.
The sun was at it's highest point and you were already finished. You cleaned more than you should have. In your last desperate attempt, you walked to the beach and collected shells, sending them into the water one by one. After you sent the fifth you noticed someone emerging from the water. You watched him as he just stood there, a shell in your hand.
"Are you hurt?" he asked as you could see his eyes checking you. You threw the shell at him, it bounced off of his chest and back into the water.
"Where were you?!"
"I was-"
"Do you know how worried I was?!"
"I-"
"I was worried sick! I thought something happened! And then you come waltzing out of the water as if nothing happened?!"
"Waltzing? What's th-"
"How dare you! Do you know what you did to me?!" a tear ran down your face. "I was so worried, I thought you got hurt or worse!"
"We had some issues with Wakanda. I'm sorry. Kukulkan needed me, Talokan needed me." he spoke as he walked closer to you.
"I needed you." you said before hugging him.
Attuma didn't even realize just how attached you got to him, while he knew he was already in love with you, he failed to realize that you share similar feelings.
It was hard for him to stay away from you. But he needed to, he would think about you every given moment. Even as he was fighting all he could think about was you.
"I missed you too." he admitted as his arms moved around you. He had to mind his own strength.
"I want to go with you, live with you. Like the people you told me about."
"Would you really? You want to live with me?"
"Of course, the last almost two days without you made me realize just how much I love you, Attuma. I want to go with you, live with you, marry you. I want you, if you will have me." He removed his mask and leaned down, capturing your lips with his in a soft kiss.
"I will prepare everything, My Love. Tomorrow, I'll come and get you, in case you change your mind-"
"I won't." you reassure him as you both smiled at one another.
Attuma has never swam faster than on that day, going straight to his brother to tell him the news who was happy for him.
They got a fruit prepared and both went to you the next day.
"This is my king, Kukulkan." said Attuma as he introduced you two. "And my king, this is the woman who captured my heart."
"Welcome to Talokan. Your turning might be painful, but it is necessary so you can come and live with us."
"I'm prepared for the pain because I know happiness awaits me." you smiled at Kukulkan as he nodded.
"My brother chose well." he handed you a blue flower and you took a deep breath. Kukulkan turned and left you alone.
Attuma took a step closer to you as he watched you with careful eyes.
"I will miss the flowers."
"You can come visit when you wish."
"For sure, one day I want our children to see the place where we fell in love." Attuma laughed a little and you offered him one last smile before taking the plant.
You were ready for your new life with him.
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– 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄 [𝟏/𝟑] || 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐚
SUMMARY: In the aftermath of The Blip, you and Attuma–warriors turned interim leaders–bond over loss, grief and the weight of two different worlds. When the second blip occurs, those who’ve returned decide to wage war. Unaware of the relationship you’ve forged in their absence.
PAIRINGS: Attuma x Reader, Wakandan!Reader, T’challa + Shuri Sister!Reader
TAGS/WARNINGS: angst ; hurt and comfort
You lost your siblings during The Blip.
T’challa had turned to dust right before Okoye, Shuri scattered somewhere out on the battlefield; and a weight unlike any other (the weight only your brother knew) settled around shoulders when the wind did not claim you, too.
At only seventeen, you had been reduced to an only child by the snap of a Madman’s fingers. Expected to ascend the throne now that your older siblings could not. Not that you would, given your distaste of politics and the UN Embassy in general.
Where T’challa was King and Shuri led your scientific division, you had trained under the tutelage of the Dora Milage. Had become one of the best warriors of the country in spite of your youth, expected to surpass Okoye once you reached her age.
Your natural skill had fuelled your desire to join the War Dogs before N’Jadaka had come into the picture (as Princess, you could not join the Dora Milaje officially), a dream you had to contribute to the safety of your Kingdom and your brother’s reign under the aloofness of being the youngest child.
In the eyes of the world that remained, however, this was not possible when your existence, your survival, received constant praise by Nations who hungered for someone young and naive to ascend the throne.
To their displeasure, you’d assumed leadership over the secret division of your country instead, entertained by the thought of Colonisers dictating what you did with yourself. Your amusement further peaked as you presented yourself publicly as Wakanda’s Consulate General alongside your natural title as Princess.
With your Mother maintaining the throne and dealing with politics, you’d spent the first three years working diligently to forget your siblings’ absence. Your own grief and shame.
Someone had to stamp out the political unrest in your country, had to re-establish Wakanda’s spy-network in the midst of mounting political tension around the world.
And you had done it all at from seventeen to twenty, held together by the love of your Queen Mother and spurred on by the council of your closest confidants, Okoye, Aneka, Ayo and, surprisingly, the Jabari’s own M’Baku.
The success of your network around the world had earned you the respect of many, though nothing cemented your legacy more than what happened during the Wakandan three-day-Massacre:
The Marube Tribe were a relic of time, isolated from the rest of your country when they denounced the advancement of your technology.
Deep in the Mute Lands, they’d practiced old customs and studied even older texts where, in the shadow of Thanos’ terror, they’d turn to ancient techniques to make their warriors strong. Stronger than even the Black Panther.
Since they could not ingest Vibranium through the heart-shaped herb, a group of their men had etched it into their flesh. Tattooed the raw substance into the planes of their body so they could flow better with nature.
And for a brief time, it worked. The process had given them unnatural durability and strength, the ability to run faster than the wind and yet capable of moving the Earth with a stomp of their foot.
Only, Vibranium itself is radioactive unless tempered with a substance only Shuri and her division knew how to make.
And with your sister and her team gone, ashes in the wind; the Marube tribe, without knowing the consequences, inadvertently kickstarted what might’ve been the doom of your people with the creation of the Madmen.
As Vibranium had become one with flesh, the radiation did not blister skin nor melt flesh from bone. Instead, it drove the person to madness, to a murderous rage that would not end and was made even worse by the indestructibility of their bodies.
In a single night, the Madmen decimated nearly their entire village before they took to their neighbours.
When the missive came the following morning, your Queen Mother demanded only for the Dora Milaje to go, for them put an end to the madness before it reached the Golden City.
What she seemed to forget was that the last Madman you fought murdered your siblings, so you could not, would not, simply remain in the Palace.
And so as stealthily as you could for someone who’d learned many tricks from Nakia, you followed your warrior-sisters beyond the throne room, grateful that Okoye turned a blind eye when she caught you amongst their numbers.
The battle against the Madmen had been a ruthless and bloody affair.
The people who fought with you and against you were your own people; the land you fought on once roamed by your Ancestors; yet no amount of familiarity could diminish the brutality of war as the Madmen slaughtered your people in masses, pushed your team deeper into the battlefield and towards the centre of their ruined Tribe like wolves surrounding sheep.
Just as you thought you had reached your end, had stood back-to-back with Okoye, Aneka and Ayo and readied yourself for death, Bast had smiled on you that day as the survivors of the massacre–women and children who’d hidden themselves beneath the ground–opened a hidden hatch and welcomed your group into their refuge.
The Marube people may have denounced modern Wakanda; but they were Wakandan all the same.
For almost half an hour, you and the warriors huddled with them in the dark of their underground cave system where you’d grieved and planned, prayed for your Ancestors to see you through another day even when the Madmen waited for you above.
It had been one of the Elders who survived, a woman named J’Kobe who weakly presented the idea of someone undergoing the same process as the men above to turn the tides of the battle. She who suggested bestowing a great power upon someone, anyone, so that they could end the Madmen’s bloodshed once and for all before madness took them.
It would be a sacrifice, went unsaid.
As the determination settled on Okoye’s brow and Ayo and Aneka shared a sad, resigned smile (they’d realised too that the Madmen could not be beat as their weapons bent under the pressure of their strength)–you had stepped towards J’Kobe with the memory of your family and your people, the smile of a toddler who bared your brother’s name, as you knelt at her feet and offered yourself before they could.
Your siblings had been gone for three years, and in those three years you’d found no dignified way of joining them until then: ...though of course, you didn’t actually die as you thought you would.
Even now, you could not remember what had happened down in those tunnels, how long your friends had argued against your decision before you laid on your back and then your stomach, the pain immeasurable as they and J’Kobe embedded the Vibranium along different areas of your body.
Tattooed by your countries most fearsome warriors and one of the last practitioners of old, you did what many thought was impossible when you ascended the tunnels with fresh tattoos that glowed purple and a newfound strength to greet the Madmen as an equal match.
On the third day of the three-day-Massacre, you gave your people a new protector as you stood over the Madmen who lay at your feet, defeated:
Olumo, J’Kobe called you.
Molded by God.
After the battle had been won, and you’d marched with your Warriors and the survivors home to prepare to be put down, to apologise to your Mother one last time before calling Nakia; like the wind that did not claim you when your siblings disappeared, death did not take you in the end, too.
Because your Father, his Father and so on, ingested Vibranium through the heart-shaped herb, they’d altered their genetics and granted their children and lineage invulnerability to the radiation of Vibranium.
Meaning you would not be lost to madness from the procedure after all, a stroke of luck for your friends who considered sacrificing themselves.
Since then, you’d fought many battles as Olumo, the disciple of Ptah and Kokou. Had succeeded in many minor and major battles that helped you carve your own legacy as you fought for True Wakanda, your Vibranium tattoos a symbol of your service and devotion.
There were days, of course, when the power you’d been bestowed stirred uncomfortably. Days where you felt restless in your own skin, plagued with the undeniable urge to move, run and fight.
You’d always been a warrior than a leader.
The Dora Milage, adored as they were, were supportive in this regard; always ready to give you an outlet to rid yourself of this feeling as you fought and sparred them in the safety of your Kingdom.
Even M’Baku and his warriors, through a rare sight in the Capital, sparred with you when they could.
It wasn’t until you met him, though, that you felt more alive than you’d felt in the past three years. Felt seen and understood in a way that your friends and Mother could not and would likely ever understand, given the power and responsibilities you now held.
His name was Attuma, and he called himself the greatest warrior in the underworld.
NOTES:
• This is Part 1 (context; your POV) of a three-part-story.
• Part 2 (snippets of you and him during moments in-between; his POV) will be coming soon.
• Your background is inspired by the BLACK PANTHER #7 (Origins of Vibranium) + BLACK PANTHER #3 (#200 Legacy)
• Ptah the Shaper is considered the god of metal alloys, mainly Vibranium whereas Kokou is considered the Wakandan god of War
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Headcanons about Attuma- 18+ ༄
Warnings: Dead Dove/DNE, Power Dynamics, BDSM, Risky Sex, Roleplay, Spanking, Overstimulation, etc,
Author's Note: From the moment I saw him on screen, I felt like I had to bow to him. Sorry, y'all. (I also recommend looking up the positions I listed so your imagination can run wild!) 😅
༄ Attuma was training you for the impending war with the surface world. He was an uncompromising teacher.
༄ He was insistent on priming you to be the best of the best. Your training lasted for hours--repeating the same moves over and over again.
༄ As your training continued, you noticed the sexual energy that crept into your extended lessons.
༄ He became more tactile when you practiced close combat, like grabbing your hips or brushing against you from behind on purpose.
༄ Your first sexual experience with him was thrilling. If anyone saw you two, they would've seen you on your knees with his hand in your hair. He got off on the obscene noises you made & saliva dripping down your chin.
༄ He trained several others, but you became his star pupil. You accomplished this by pushing yourself beyond physical limitations...and by partaking in the iniquitous fantasies of your pedagogue.
༄ An intense, risky sexual relationship began between you two. If discovered, Attuma could've lost his ranking as General in the Talokanil army. Worst of all, Namor would've killed you both for risking the safety of his people for a quick fuck.
༄ The pleasures of your love affair outweighed the consequences, obviously.
༄ Attuma's dominance didn't waver in bed. In fact, you think it was magnified.
༄He always put you in the most indecent positions (ex: Seashell, Wheelbarrow, and Pirate's Bounty)
༄ He loved tying you up or putting a leash on you. He preferred Shibari rope styles of bondage. His pet name for you was ch'úupalo' (babygirl).
༄ He loved blindfolding you. He overstimulated you the most when you couldn't see. Without your sight, every touch, thrust, lick, etc. was more potent.
༄ He had an oral fixation. He loved for you to wear a ball gag, suck on his fingers, or wear his rebreather. He sometimes covered your mouth to muffle your screams.
༄ He loved spanking you with a riding crop. The sting and bruises it left drove you up the wall.
༄ He loved seeing you completely full, so he would make you wear a jade-stone anal plug during sex.
༄ Most of all, Attuma loved roleplaying. He wanted you to act as a naive surface-world girl who was kidnapped with lecherous intentions. He was extra rough during these scenes.
༄ Despite his ferocity in bed, he was wonderful at aftercare. He would bathe you and massage you with sandalwood oil. He would whisper sweet nothings into your ear like Jach ki'ichpam a wilik (You look so beautiful) and Teech jump'éel ma'alo'ob máako'obo ku (You're such a good student). He would cuddle you and play with your hair
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I never planned on changing your mind (Attuma x platonic!reader)
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Pairing: Namor x F!reader, Attuma x platonic!reader
Word count: 670 words
Summary: You always considered yourself to be the “fun” parent, but there are SO MANY THINGS that you would not allow your twins to do.
Warning: Your twins are being bad influenced with Attuma.
A/N: ANGLERFISH ARE TERRYFING OKEY?
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You didn’t know how many times you had sighed this day. Firstly was when your twins begged you to let them go to the corals, you obviously said no, but when they gave you those huge teary eyes, you kept saying no, but then they went to ask their dad and well, he said yes but with the condition that someone from his most trusted people would keep an eye at them. You did sighed at that moment, knowing completely that one, your husband is a sucked for your children and two, that they already had asked Attuma for help.
The second time you sighed was when Attuma came to your home with a huge smile, you stared at him from the side, watching him as he began tossing the twins in the air, you knew at that moment that they would do something you ended up hating in the end.
Namor simple laughed at the sour look on your face, kissing you softly as his hands caressed the bump that was already forming on your stomach. “Do not worry, in yakunaj.” He had said. “Attuma will keep them safe.”
“It is not Attuma who I am worried about.” You let him wrapped his arms around you and kept you in closer. “Is the possibility that the twins and Attuma will do something mischievous.”
“That is a new word.” He caressed your hips, his thumb rubbing circles on your skin. “Where did you learn it?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You whispered against his lips.
And you where correct, because the moment the three of them had returned from the corals and entered your home, you couldn’t help but stare at their hands. Your eyes closed automatically and a tired sighed already escaped you from your form. “No.” You simply said.
“But mom, look how adorable he is! Attuma took us to the deepest shadows to get them!” Abira, your daughter exclaimed. “He said they only eat flesh from the surface-dwellers or the ones that live in Wakanda!” Her face broke into a huge smile. “Atumma, tell her!” She huffed as she turned to look at her nanny.
Attuma just simple crossed his arms behind his back, adverting his eyes because, let’s face it, he was terrified of you more than he was terrified of Namor. Yep, he screwed up.
“Yes and we have two of them, so we do not need to share or fight!” Now it was the turn of Argo, your son to explained. “Dad will love them, they have a huge light on their heads and their teeth are horrible and they are smelly and...and...sticky.”
“No.” You crossed your arms, staring at the ugly angler fish on their hands. “No.”
“But mooom.” They objected.
“No.” You stood up, your eyes looking at Namor who was getting out of the waters. Your stare made him nervous. “Come.” You ordered.
Namor made his way inside, kissing both of the heads of his twins and going to greet you with a kiss. You put your hand in his chest, pushing him away. “Fix. This.” You grunted.
“Fix?” Namor questioned you confused. You simply pointed at the fish on your twins hands. They smiled nervously at their father.
“You said to trust Attuma, I did because of your words. But he not only took Abira and Argo to the deepest shadows, he went and got them Angler fishes! Fix. This.” You turned around and went to the waters, not before glaring at Attuma who simply looked at the floor.
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Béet
Attuma x black chubby reader smut
summary: With the alliance between Talokan and Wakanda in full swing, training and tactical drills have become a common occurrence. You were one of Shuri’s best and brightest scientists, so why were you stuck on med bay duty and why was the Talokanil Shark General coming in so often?
content warnings: canon-typical violence, smut, p in v, attuma himself is a warning, cussing, begging, no real plot just literal attuma brainrot, you need a big boy, thigh riding, fingering, no use of y/n cuz I hate that shit, reader is afab, attuma being an ass, namora okoye and shuri make a cameo
The first time she saw him she was late.
Having missed her first few alarms she was late to work again for the 5th time in a row. Late nights of researching and assisting Shuri with recreating more of the heart shaped herb had finally caught up to her. The dinging of the elevator signaling that she had reached her floor had snapped her out of her thoughts and just as she stepped out onto the lab floor she had to stop herself from damn near walking straight into a huge blue mass.
There on the lab floor stood Attuma, one of the generals from Talokan, the nation they had just formed a new alliance with. She had seen him in passing before, mainly when he and the other general Namor came down to run drills with Ayo and Okoye, but never this up close and personal.
God, he was kinda fine.
“Tu'ux le le general?”
He asked, his baritone voice rumbled from his chest as he gave her a once over. The scientist before him was a little thing coming up just under his shoulders but like him was by no means skinny.
She then remembered they didn’t speak the same language as everyone else did, she couldn’t understand him but the word general made it a little easier to figure out what he was there for, he probably had training again.
“Oh you looking for Ayo?”
“Máax ka'ansaje' táan u cargo bejla'e' mina'an ba'ax in k'áaj” his voice came out a little raspier as he stalked closer if that was even possible, and looked down at her from under his lashes.
“Yeeeeah I don’t- I’ll just get Shuri for you” she started cheeks heating up as she felt boxed in. The man was intimidated and he definitely knew it.
“I believe Attuma is asking for the General,” an overhead voice interrupted them, “Namora is already on the 14th-floor training with Ayo and Okoye. I’ve taken the liberty of letting them know he’s here.” The young scientist had never been more thankful for the A.I.’s presence.
“Thanks GRIOT.”
“It is my pleasure”
Just as she was about to turn her attention back towards Attuma the dinging of the elevator caught her attention as she watched Okoye and Namora enter the lab, both women nodding to her as they entered.
“Llegas chúunk'iin u Attuma” Namora scolded as she crossed her arms over her chest and frowned at the man under her breathing mask.
Waving her off he walked past her into the elevator she just came from but not without giving the scientist one last once over.
That was the start of her week on med bay duty. Once she had finally gotten all clocked in and settled at her work station Shuri had stopped her before she could get too invested in what she had on her desk.
That was the start of her week on med bay duty. Once she had finally gotten all clocked in and settled at her work station Shuri had stopped her before she could get too invested in what she had on her desk.
“I’m beginning to worry about you sister, it’s not like you to be late”
“I’m fine Princess-“
Shuri called her name giving her a stern look as she closed the scientist’s laptop forcing her to focus on her.
“I’m just tired is all” she said with a sigh rubbing her forehead trying to ease the beginnings of a headache she felt coming on.
“Maybe you should take a break”
“I can’t afford to take a break, besides you need all the help you can get with this Princess we’re so close to bringing it all back for good.” She pleaded and as Shuri shook her head at her.
“And we will bring it back but not with you at half capacity”
“Shuri-“
“I’m putting you on medical duty. The warriors have been getting roughed up more than usual lately because of the Talokanil soldiers and they could use your help.”
“Are you grounding me?”
“If I have to” “You’re taking a break one way or another.” Shuri chuckled as she pat her on her shoulder and sent her on her way right back out the door she came from.
Shuri wasn’t lying when she said the warriors were getting hurt a lot more than normal lately. Normally the Dora Milaje never had a reason to stop by the medical center on the other side of the building, they could take any and everything that was thrown at them but she suspected that ever since the two generals started sparring with them that it was a little bit more than they could handle, especially from Attuma the man was big damn near the size of M’Baku and she liked that about him.
With her back to the door, the young scientist typed away on her laptop, finishing up her notes from the other night, she didn’t hear the door to the office open until it slammed shut behind the intruder. Startled she jumped in her seat and turned to see Attuma standing furiously as blood seeped from his arm.
“Jesus you scared the shit outta me!”
He didn’t say anything as he stalked over towards her, his dark eyes glaring down at her clearly telling her he didn’t want to be there.
“What happened?” She questioned putting in a pair of gloves and getting out the cotton swabs and cleaning solutions, the cut wasn’t too bad, it was superficial at best, but with him coming and going from the ocean she didn’t want to risk it getting any kind of infection.
Not waiting for him to answer not that she thought he would she gathered her supplies and got to work patching him up.
“You don’t talk very much do you?”
Again he said nothing.
With a sigh, she wrapped up his arm in a waterproof bandage and sent him on his way.
That was just the start of their little meet-ups. Every few days for the last few weeks Attumaor some of his men would come in with a new injury on either his face, his arms or his torso, each one just as bad as the last, courtesy of either Namora or Okoye and each time he visited was just as awkward as the last.
“So what’s the weather like in Talokan?”
“Are you guys only blue on the surface or do you stay blue underwater?”
“Yo, you have gils?! How do they work? “Are they sensitive? Is this kinda like a The Deep kinda situation?”
She tried desperately to make conversation each time she saw the man but each time he just glared at her and went on his way.
By the 5th visit she had resorted to just straight up being an ass to him, she could tell it irritated him but that was usually the only way she could get any kind of conversation out of him.
“Bet Okoye did that to you huh?” She questioned pressing an antibiotic-soaked cotton ball to the cut on his cheek
“She told me she kicked your ass the last time.”
Oh fuck he probably doesn’t understand me she thought as she tried to make conversation. Now that she thought about it she doesn’t know why but she never considered whether he could actually understand her or not, that was probably why he never really answered her.
“Leti' desearía yantalto'on in pateado le!” He growled back with a hiss startling her as the cotton ball in her had pressed to his cut a little harder than she meant, GRIOT translated for her.
“Oh, so he speaks!” She chuckled more to herself. “And you can understand me” She stood going to throw away her gloves, judging by how he had come back without so much as a scratch from his last visit she figured he’d heal by the end of the night and wouldn’t need any bandaging “You just like being stubborn.”
Again he said nothing as he stared her down but this time not with a glare but with an emotion she couldn’t quite place.
“We’ll congratulations you’ll live,” she said with a smirk. Once more Attuma looked her up and down, his expression unreadable before he turned on his heel and left.
The third time he came in it was different.
When he stormed into the med bay like he normally did she noticed almost immediately his wound was a lot more serious this time as blood was pouring from the cut on his neck pooling under his bone gorget. The young scientist jumped from her seat rushing to get her equipment stumbling as she moved about.
“What happened?!”
There was no time for their normal banter as she tried to figure out how to get him to remove his collar. Reaching out to touch the shark teeth that adorn it she’s stopped in her tracks as he aggressively grabs her wrist, tightly holding it in place.
“I need to treat your wound Attuma,” she reasoned snatching her arm back “it looks bad.”
“Yéetel utsil” he huffed as GRIOT translated going to push past her to grab the bandages “Chéen envuélvelo yéetel túuxta'al in tin beel, ma' táan u humor teechi'”
“Look I know you’re used to throwin’ your weight around and getting what you want but I’m not about that shit ok?” She snapped back pushing him back so that he was leaning against the exam table. She knew he had let her but she liked to think she pushed him purely with her own strength. “You’re gonna sit here and let me clean you up.”
“Táak a in tin wu'uyaj meentik in” he snapped going to brush past her but as he reached for the door he felt her grab his forearm and stopped, turning to look back at her.
“Béet” she pleaded.
“Ba'ax” What? GRIOT translated
“ B-béet that’s how you say please right? I know you know what I’m saying so please just listen for once.”
“Multa.” he sighs through his nose going back to the examination table but sitting himself in her chair in front of it instead, if he was going to let her do this he definitely was going to give her an easy time.
“Are you going to tell me how this happened?” beginning to clean his wound out with a swab she thought she’d make small talk but Atuuma obviously had no intentions, examining his neck further she realized he was just another scrap like he always had but the blood pooling out of it had scared her, a lot more than she’d like to admit.
“We going back to the silent treatment again?” again he did nothing but stare as she worked on him from between his legs leaning over him continued to clean the now-closing injury.
With a sigh, she began to pull away when a hand on her arm stopped her "Ba'axten jach dispuesto a wáantiken?" GRIOT translated for him. His grip was firm but still somewhat soft. “It's my job to help you,” she said pulling away and looking into his eyes, there was that same unreadable look in them again. With a slight roll of the eyes. He released his grip.
"Yaan ba'ax ma' táan a wa'alik ti' teen." His voice lowered with a bit of annoyance as the A>I> continued to translate for the pair. ”Like I said I know you're Mr. Big and Bad down on the battlefield but you don’t gotta be tough shit here, let somebody take care of you for once.” she said putting a hand to his cheek. His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked into her eyes. His annoyance left as his hand moved onto hers.
Attuma’s eyes briefly flickered up to her lips before going back up meeting her dark eyes again pupils blown wide. He reached up to brush her cheeks with his fingers, thumb tracing over her bottom lip before he leans his masked lips down to hers, trying to kiss her through the material heavy and needy, the force almost knocking her onto her back as she began to kiss him back.
Giving her chest a gentle squeeze his hand slid downward palming at her chest through her shirt drawing out a low moan as his other hand gripped at her thighs and hips practically dragging her into his lap as he worked her pants off.
“Beetej.” he breathed her in as he began to rock her clothed cunt against his knee soaking it in the process.
She moves her hips even quicker, rocking on his thigh, the inside of her own thighs soaked. “Fuck.” She moans, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck to hold him impossibly closer. Eyes closed she could practically feel Attuma staring up at her, his hands roaming her back and chest before coming to rest on her stuttering hips.
Gripping her hips hard he takes over, making her ride his thigh, basking in the soft sounds he was pulling from her. He can feel her cunt clenching against him through her underwear, can feel the wetness pooling on his bare thigh, and he fucking loved it.
“Beetej,” he groaned throwing his head back “Je'el u páajtal a take'”
Slowly, he presses his knee up higher as she grinds down on him adding even more friction. Her eyes fall close and her mouth drops open in a breathy moan as she tries to grip his broad shoulders, hands too small to fully encompass them. She’s unable to kiss him on his lips due to his mask but she still leans forward to press her forehead to his as he continued to work her open.
“Attuma.” She hissed, grasping at his hands as he increased his speed.
“B-bèet…”
“A'al ka'a.” he panted not relenting in his pace as he dragged her down even harder.
“Bèet- fuck please just don’t stop!” Hips bucking wildly she came with a hoarse cry, shaking and riding him as he still rocked her over his thigh.
“Please…” she continued to beg, beginning to feel the twinges of overstimulation. “Please…”
With a loud growl, he ripped her from his thigh and turned her around pressing her chest to the cold steel table below them. The temperature a sharp contrast to her hot skin, as she feels him begins to undress them both.
“Táak in wu'uyikech,” his dark gaze trailed down her back as he tugged her underwear down and tossed them to the side along with her top and bra. His fingers grazed over her clit softly before sinking in curling and scissor around in her spongey walls while his thumb worked at her sensitive bundle of nerves.
Having already been on the end it didn’t take long for her to come again around his finger. Looking back at him as she spasmed on the table she saw hi cock looking painfully hard and dark as it strained against his lower abdomen, leaking at the tip, and looking bigger than she’d imagined
“Jach jodidamente mojado,”Attuma’s voice was rough as he watched her come unraveled beneath him, her arms struggling to hold herself up at she twitched around him uncontrollably on the table.
“A'al ti' teen wa Yaaj in” he said slowly easing his cock into her as he pulled her up and turned her to be on top of him as he set himself back down into her desk chair almost not fitting as he spread his legs.
She cursed, burying her face in the crook of his neck again, her hands roaming his chest and shark tooth scarring on his tummy. She mouthed at his neck kissing at his gils under his apparatus as he began to thrust up into her, already setting a rough pace. They both moaned in unison as she started to bounce, her legs trembling as he split her open on his lap.
“Attuma fuck!”
“Teech jach jodidamente ki'ichpam,”he sighed, Attuma’s voice was hushed as he watched her reaching her peak and tried to kiss her softly through his mask.She felt his hips begin to stutter and began to plead once more.
“Please, I need to feel you”
A strangled sound left Attuma’s mouth, as he roughly slammed up into her hard one final time the loud squelching music to his ears as she continued to bounce softly in his lap while the steady rhythm of his thrusts began to dissolve into a desperate frenzy, moaning huskily as he filled her with his thick hot cum.
As they both came down from their highs she stayed in his lap gently rocking until she came to a full stop. Cum immediately started to seep from between them but before she could stand up to clean up, not that she thought she could at that moment, a blue hand came into her line of vision and pulled her face to his as he kissed her lazily for a moment before pulling away.
It’s then that she noticed that in the heat of it all, he ripped his mask away, drenching them both in seawater and sweat.
“Bèet ìfè mi, again,” she said her voice barely above a whisper as he leaned down to kiss her once more lifting her up to set her back on the examination table.
Translations:
Tu'ux le le general? -Where is the general?
Máax ka'ansaje' táan u cargo bejla'e' mina'an ba'ax in k'áaj -Whoever’s in charge now I don’t care
Llegas chúunk'iin u Attuma -You’re late Attuma
Leti' desearía yantalto'on in pateado le! -She wishes she kicked my ass!
Yéetel utsil -It’ll be fine
Chéen envuélvelo yéetel túuxta'al in tin beel, ma' táan u humor teechi' -Just wrap it and send me on my way I’m in no mood for you
Táak a in tin wu'uyaj meentik in -you want me to listen than make me
Béet -Please
Ba'ax -What?
Multa -Fine
Ba'axten jach dispuesto a wáantiken -Why are you so willing to help me?
Yaan ba'ax ma' táan a wa'alik ti' teen -there's something you're not telling me
Beetej -Keep going
Je'el u páajtal a take' -you can take it
A'al ka'a. -Say it again
Táak in wu'uyikech -I want to hear you
Jach jodidamente mojado -So fucking wet
A'al ti' teen wa Yaaj in -Tell me if it hurts
Teech jach jodidamente ki'ichpam -You’re so fucking beautiful
ìfè mi -my love (in Yoruba)
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#attuma smut#attuma imagine#attuma x reader#mcu attuma#attuma x black reader#black panther#marvel cinematic universe#alex livinalli
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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.”
#brrrrrr bye#attuma imagine#attuma smut#attuma x reader#namor smut#attuma x y/n#namor x y/n#namor x reader#attuma x you#namor x you#namor imagine#namor headcanons#thots !
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I have a cold and I’ve been having weird vivid dreams because of it. Last night I dreamt that Attuma, Namora, and Namor were all victims of the snap and turned to dust but reader refuses to accept they’re gone and is so torn apart with grief (she’s feeling the denial and anger stages mostly) that she gathers what remains of them (their jewelry, weapons, anything she can find) and works restlessly day in and day out to resurrect them sort of Frankenstein style. She loves them too much to let them go and is determined to raise them from the dead, one way or another. Whether through science or magic, she’s gonna bring them back or die trying. I am UPSET. Can’t believe my brain would create an angst fic while I’m asleep. I thought sleep was supposed to make you feel better. That being said if someone wants to write a fic similar to this idea, go for it. I’d love to read it. Even if it hurts.
#namor x reader#namor x you#namor imagine#namor x y/n#attuma imagine#attuma x y/n#attuma fanfic#namora x reader#random thoughts#random fic ideas#fic ideas#if someone wants to write a fic or something with this idea go for it#pls tag me if you write this
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To Do List: Read Pisces by @wint3r-h3art
#attuma#talokan#wakanda forever#attuma of talokan#attuma imagine#actors#mcu attuma#talokanil#black panther#king namor#namor x y/n#namor#namor of talokan#namor x reader#namor fanfiction
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The Stranger - Pt. 3
Part One | Part Two
Pairing: Namor x Reader
Word Count: 5.5k
Warnings: Language, Violence, Depictions of drowning, Fluff
Summary: Delivered to safety following the battle on the beach, you are left reeling as you grapple with nightmares and questions about an uncertain future. But as you come to know more about the Talokanil people and grow closer to their king, Namor is faced with a question of his own -- what does he do with this stranger from the surface?
A/N: It’s heeeeeere!! As always, thank you so much for your patience, for being here, and for reading! And a BIG thank you just for taking the time to engage with and be a part of this story. You all have been so encouraging to me as new writer, and I love being able to create something around characters that so many hold so dear. Comments and reblogs make my heart happy, so please show some love, share the joy, and be kind!
***I do not give permission to copy, plagiarize, or repost my work as your own in any form!
Bullets fly as bodies hit the ground in front of you. There on the open beach, spears soar high above your head. Your gaze is drawn to the heavens as a chopper falls from the night sky. It crashes onto the shore below, an intense heat flashing against you as you shield your face from the explosion.
Suddenly, the sounds of dying men and burning metal fade as you lower your hand. You look down to find yourself waist-deep in a raging sea, the battle on the sand becoming a distant memory as waves beat harshly against you, unrelenting and unforgiving. A deafening melody accompanies each swell of the tide. It consumes your mind with pain and serenity as you are pulled further out into the ocean’s depths, following its call. The chorus grows louder as the water rises to your chest, building with intensity. Then, suddenly, all is quiet.
And there he is.
Hovering just above the water’s surface, his winged ankles carry him effortlessly. His reflection glistens perfectly against the water, now calm and smooth as glass. Illuminated by the full moon behind him, his body is covered in beautiful armor made of gold, jade, and other metals. A finely crafted serpent headpiece with bright feathers crowns his head, resting just above his brow.
Namor.
Wordlessly, Namor stretches out his hand, beckoning you to come to him. You reach out as if your very being is at his command. But, before you can grasp hold of him, the chorus of voices returns with a vengeance. A violent tide drags you under, swallowing you beneath the waves. Further and further down you are pulled as darkness surrounds you. Looking up toward the fading light, Namor’s silhouette above the surface dissolves from view. Your lungs burn as you begin to drown.
You jolt awake, your body shooting up in a cold sweat.
Chest heaving, your mind desperately claws its way back to reality. You quickly scan your surroundings, clinging to any detail that will anchor your consciousness and keep you from slipping back into that nightmare.
Gripping the stone surface beneath you, you take in every porous curve your fingertips graze over. Looking upward at the high rocky ceiling, you study the patterns of limestone stalactites that hang like icicles. Droplets of water run down a few of them, their melodious drips echoing in small pools below, falling like a gentle, rhythmic rain.
This is the place Namor had spoken of the last time you saw him. The one where he promised you would be safe. And for good reason — here in this cavern, you were well below the ocean’s surface and out of range of any agents who might come searching for you.
By your best guess, you figure you have been down here about two days. It’s hard to be sure without the reference to natural light. The cavern itself is beautiful, though. Illuminated by pockets of glow worms that drape down from the ceiling, their soft luminescence casts gorgeous green and blue hues across each surface their light touches.
As your heart rate begins to even out, you continue to survey the cave. You look over at your belongings, bag laying on the ground, clothes hanging on a line to dry. Your heart drops a bit when you see your little leather-bound book, its pages separated and spread out across the rocks. Ink bleeding. Pages ruined. You had made your best attempt to salvage what you could. Perhaps if you had asked Namora how the two of you would be traveling to this safe haven, you wouldn’t have brought a damn book with you.
The dissonance of the Talokan melody still rings in the back of your mind. You cradle your head between your knees, rubbing your temples with your thumbs when you hear light footsteps approach.
Looking up, you find a familiar face entering the cavern. No longer geared up for battle, Namora dawns a lovely dress that gathers over one shoulder and flows down to the floor. It moves like waves with each step she takes toward you. Instead of a spear in her hand, she now carries a small tray with a medley of food.
“Eat," Namora says, placing the tray on a small end table beside you. She then moves gracefully over to your draped belongings, removing them one by one from the line and folding them into a neat pile.
“Can I ask you a question?” You inquire as you begin to nibble on a piece of food.
Namora shoots a skeptical look over her shoulder but says nothing, so you ask anyway.
“Have you always been a warrior?”
Unresponsive, she keeps her attention on one of your shirts which she has just pulled from the line, tucking it into itself and placing it with the others.
“It's just, I mean the way you fought those agents on the beach, you are — you are very good at, you know—” you should have given more thought to what you were going to say before opening your mouth because as you reach the end of your sentence all that comes out is, “—killing people."
Nice.
You cringe at your comment. It hangs in the air, practically mocking you.
“I’m just saying," you add, trying to recover, "you obviously know what you’re doing. It was impressive. Me on the other hand…” Your voice trails as you raise your bandaged hand, recalling how your first instinct in a fight was to block a fucking knife with your open palm. Next to Namora, your combat skills pale by comparison.
Halting her task, Namora finally turns to face you in one calculated motion. She stares for a moment then her eyes quickly dart toward the side entrance of the cavern where she had come through only minutes ago. The entryway is empty. When her eyes settle back on you, there is resolve in them.
“Up.” She says, walking toward you with purpose.
“What?” You reply in a tone that matches the confused look on your face.
“Up.”
You do as you are told, hastily pushing yourself to your feet. Namora steps in close and then taps your elbows.
“Up.” She orders a third time, only now she seems to be referring specifically to your arms. You follow her instruction, raising them awkwardly out in front of your body. You can almost hear the sigh of hopelessness when Namora, her brow furrowed, grabs your arms and positions each one in a fighting stance. Slipping a hand up to your left wrist, she grips it firmly while tapping your exposed forearm with the palm of her other hand.
“Shield.” She says with emphasis. Her eyebrows raise, looking for any indication that you comprehend what she is trying to explain. When you nod, Namora moves her hand from your wrist up to your fingers, balling them into a fist and tucking your thumb on the outside.
“Weapon.”
Namora then steps back from you, putting her own arms up to mirror your stance.
“Shield, weapon,” she repeats, patting her forearm and waving her closed fist.
“Shield, weapon,” you echo back to her, nodding your head again as you begin to understand more fully.
Just as she begins to step back toward you, a deep voice calls from behind.
“Namora.”
You both look up to see the large man who wears the hammerhead skull standing in the entry of the cavern. Attuma is his name, as you have come to learn. Namora straightens her posture as she turns to face him, her hands behind her back as she squares her shoulders in a commanding stance.
Attuma saunters a few more feet into the cavern, then speaks to her in their native tongue, a language still unfamiliar to you. The two of them converse back and forth for a few moments. You may not know what they are saying, but you can tell they disagree about something — whether with each other or someone else, you are not sure.
Namora swiftly turns back to you, her face serious again and her brows pinched together.
Fighting lessons must be over.
“Come,” she says.
Without any further instruction, she pivots back toward Attuma, who also turns to leave. You quickly grab your belongings which Namora had folded for you, stuffing them into your bag. You sling it around your shoulder as you exit the cavern.
Following the two generals into a tunneled hallway, you find yourself moving through a network of caves, each tunnel connecting to a series of other openings and pools. Soon, Attuma splits off into one of these open caverns, nodding to Namora as he does so. Your eyes trail him as he joins with more Talokan warriors, and just as you stare at them, they stare at you.
You continue walking behind Namora past them, their whispers reverberating through the tunnels.
“When was the last time someone… not Talokanil came here?” You ask. In typical Namora fashion, she remains silent and unresponsive to your question.
“Sorry,” you say apologetically, “back there it just seemed like they hadn’t seen someone new in a while.”
The two of you walk, furthering yourself from the turnoff where Attuma parted ways. Cautiously, you step around the uneven surfaces of the rocky ground. You can feel yourself being led deeper into the maze of caverns. If Namora decided to up and ditch you right now, you are certain you would be lost in this labyrinth forever.
“You are the first,” Namora says rather abruptly, catching you off guard. Not only does her response come well after your question was asked, but it is also the most she has ever said to you at one given time.
“The first?” You ask, perplexed. “What do you mean?”
“To come here,” Namora answers. “The first surface dweller to receive Talokan’s aid. The first the king has ever…” she pauses a moment, searching for the right word, “tolerated.”
The influx of her voice is not lost on you.
“And you don’t approve?”
“It is not my place to approve, " Namora clarifies as she leads you around a bend and past several open pools of water. "I am… concerned. When it comes to you, I fear he is blind.”
Silence befalls you both again as you enter another cavern, this one much larger and more spacious than any others you have seen. Within it are several large pools, glistening with light reflected from more glow worms above. Their tendrils hang from the high vaulted ceiling like sparkling chandeliers.
In the center of it all stands a large hut enclosed by beautifully woven fabrics. You follow Namora shoulder to shoulder up the stone-carved steps to it until you nearly reach the side.
“We’re here,” Namora says, coming to a dead stop. She then takes a step back from you.
Still unsure of where “here” is exactly, you glance over your shoulder, looking to her for further instruction or explanation. But Namora gives you nothing. The moment you begin to take a step backward as well, her hand shoots out, holding the back of your shoulder in position with a firm grip.
Ah. Don't move. Got it.
Subconsciously you begin to hold your breath, bracing yourself for the unknown.
Then, there he is.
From around the corner of the hut comes Namor. Immediately you are taken aback by his appearance. Up to this point, you have only seen him suited for battle. Now he stands before you dawning a beautifully woven cape plated with gold and draped across his broad shoulders. His hair is slicked back and his arms are adorned with various metal cuffs. Truly a wardrobe fit for a king.
A single nod of his head and Namora is dismissed. You hear her small footsteps fade as she leaves the two of you alone.
“How is your hand?”
Namor’s question snaps you out of your daze.
“Oh,” you raise your hand, glancing at the worn bandage. "It’s fine, thank you.”
Staring at the gauze, you can almost hear the lullaby Namor hummed as he gently tended to your wounded palm the night of the battle. Something flutters inside you as you touch the corner of the fabric. Realizing your mind has drifted again, you bring yourself back to reality by following up with your own question.
"Are we in..." you stop to rephrase, shifting your weight from side to side as you look around the cavern, “Is this… Talokan?"
If it is, it's very different from what you pictured.
Your question brings a smile to Namor’s face.
"No," he answers with a breathy chuckle, shaking his head. "Talokan is far beyond this place. I assure you, your body would not survive the journey to its depths. But these caverns are safe, I promise you.”
Namor then shifts the topic of conversation.
“I am told some of your belongings were ruined on your traveling here, including your book. I apologize. I had hoped to make up for it.”
With one arm, Namor ushers you around the corner to the entrance of his quarters, inviting you inside.
Intrigued and eager to see what awaits, you accept his invitation. As you enter, you find yourself in a study of sorts. Lit by several lanterns, the room is warm and bright. Within it sits a small table, a prominent desk full of scrolls and artifacts, and a cozy hammock hung in the corner. But what catches your eye most of all are the walls.
All around you hang gorgeous tapestry walls with breathtaking murals that stretch from floor to ceiling.
“Did you do all of these?” You ask in disbelief as you move to one at the far end of the room. Your eyes widen as you gaze in admiration at the beautiful artistry.
“Yes,” Namor answers humbly, following behind you. “I think you will find a more accurate depiction of my history here.”
“I don’t know,” you say with playful skepticism in your voice as you inspect the artwork closer, “always be weary of your authors, right?” You smirk as you shift your glance sideways to Namor, echoing his words back to him in jest. His face is serious at first but quickly turns to amusement.
“You remembered,” he says nodding his head, an impressed grin now stretching at the corners of his mouth, “that is good.”
You return your attention to the paintings. What a gift it is to be standing here in front of them. Full of stories, full of history. And to be accompanied by the man who created them himself — who lived them himself. It is all a far cry from the vague glyphs you tried so hard to decipher in your book.
"They're amazing." You say in awe, following along the panels as you trace the line work delicately with your fingertip.
Immersed in the murals, you are too busy to notice Namor's softening gaze as he watches you study his work so intently. Here you are, an outsider who he has welcomed into his space. It is not like him to be so open, especially not with a stranger from the surface — never someone from the surface — yet, something about you causes a stirring inside of him. Perhaps it is your enthusiasm and wonders for his culture or your refreshing dose of humanity towards his people that compels his desire to be close to you.
As you follow the artwork from panel to panel across the walls, you arrive at a scene that suddenly makes you freeze. Your wrist snaps your finger back as if repelled by the paint itself. In front of you is a large image of Namor dawning a serpent headpiece as he hovers above the water. You are immediately back in your nightmare, your mind flashing to Namor’s outstretched hand then the darkness that closes in around you as you start to drown. You can almost feel the fire in your lungs as they grow desperate for air.
“What troubles you?” Namor asks with genuine traces of concern in his voice. Your sudden silence has not gone unnoticed. He moves to stand shoulder to shoulder with you now, looking up to analyze the same part of the mural.
"Nothing," you lie, shaking your head while your hand drops to your side. You withdraw from the painting, taking a few steps back from it and Namor.
“Your people," you say to change the subject, pointing your thumb to the rest of the artwork in the room, "they honor you. It's admirable, what you've done for them. To keep them safe all this time."
“But?” He senses there is more on your mind.
You stare at him, then turn your focus back to the tapestries surrounding you. Scanning them from wall to wall, you notice a pattern in the stories shown.
“It’s just,” you begin with uncertainty in your voice “for someone who has spent his whole life bringing peace to his people, I wonder how much of it you have experienced for yourself?”
Namor is quiet for a moment.
"And why do you wonder this?" He finally replies, turning to face you fully.
“I guess I look at these and I’m curious… how? How can you do that without completely breaking under the weight of it all? Even with—” you begin gesturing to his body and suddenly become desperate to come up with the right words in time, “superhuman strength.” Thank god.
“Hmmm,” Namor exhales, thoughtfully nodding as his gaze drops to the floor. He folds his arms over his chest, the golden band around his exposed bicep reflecting the light that softly glows from a nearby lantern. Taking a few steps toward you, he lifts his eyes to yours.
“It is true,” he says, “the burden I carry for the sake of my people does not always permit me the personal luxury of peace. It… can be difficult.” His tone shifts from diplomatic to vulnerable. “And who is to say I have not broken under it? It is that brokenness that has made me the leader I am.”
Turning his head toward the mural, he looks at it carefully before speaking again. His chiseled jawline accentuates the exposed veins protruding from his neck.
"To your question,” he continues, “I believe how is never as important as why. Why would someone fight to bring others peace when they themselves cannot have it?” Namor takes another step closer and lifts his hand to your chin, delicately angling your face upward toward his own. "Because we sacrifice to protect what we love.”
His eyes search yours earnestly. After a moment, Namor quickly drops his hand from your chin and you watch as he moves towards his desk, shuffling a few scrolls around before looking back up at you again.
“I love my people,” he says, planting his hand firmly on the desk, “and I have seen evil, what it is capable of. I watch as the rest of the world grows desperate in their greed and ambition, their desire for power. They are becoming more dangerous by the day."
"You mean — surface dwellers?" You ask.
Namor raises his brow at you knowingly.
"Yes,” he answers cooly.
"I'm a surface dweller. Am I...dangerous?"
Namor sighs with a small smile.
“Yes. Though not in the way you may think.”
He moves from out behind his desk and back over in your direction.
“Now I have a question for you,” he says in a low voice, approaching you with a dark look looming over his face. “Please consider your answer carefully.”
The silence is intense. Your heart feels like it is going to jump out of your throat as you anticipate what damning question the king of Talokan has in store for you.
Namor’s expression changes on a dime, and he suddenly asks in a lighthearted tone,
“Are you up for a swim?”
—
You follow Namor out of his quarters and into the large open cavern. As you pass by several beautiful pools of water, you are enchanted by how the light dances across the rich tones of Namor's skin. The same light casts dazzling hues of aquamarine and cerulean across the surface of the pools, reflected onto the rocks surrounding them.
Namor approaches one of the bigger pools and removes the cape from his shoulder, exposing his bare chest underneath. Here is the Namor you recognize - prominent necklace, bare chest, emerald green shorts. Before dropping his cape to the ground, however, he pulls out a Talokan mask from the fabric like the ones Namora and the other warriors wear.
“Take a deep breath,” Namor says as he turns to you. He pushes your hair back from your cheek delicately as he applies the apparatus to your face. Doing as you are told, you inhale deeply as the mask fastens over your nose and mouth.
“Stay close,” he instructs. You nod, and Namor steps to the edge of the closest pool. He looks back at you with a hint of a smile on his face. Then, with all the strength and grace of a god, he dives perfectly into the water and disappears under the surface.
You step closer to the pool. The faint rhythm of droplets falling from the ceiling rings throughout the cavern. You glance behind you toward the entrance, but there isn't a soul in sight. Namora’s words echo through your mind.
When it comes to you, he is blind.
You dive in, following Namor.
Once in the water, you quickly orient yourself. Looking around, you see the outline of Namor, his silhouette waiting for you in the distance. As you swim closer, he gestures for you to follow him. You kick your feet to propel yourself further downward, ears popping as you equalize to the increasing pressure.
You swim until you are clear of the caves. Though your muscles ache, there is something serene about being beneath the water; the quiet, the weightlessness, everything drifting harmoniously in rhythm with the current. For the first time since you can remember, your mind feels still. Free from the chaos. Somehow, the vast open sea does not frighten you with its deep blue void as it did in your dream. Not even a little. Instead, you feel a calmness in your soul as you lose track of time entirely, trailing Namor as you move through the ocean’s depths.
Quite literally in his element, you watch in awe as Namor swims so effortlessly. To him, it must be as easy as breathing. He looks more relaxed than you have seen him. Perhaps even enjoying himself?
You continue to swim, the water getting lighter as the visibility becomes clearer. A school of fish rushes past, their scales glimmering with each flick of a fin or contour of their bodies. Countless numbers weave around you in sync as if part of the same carefully choreographed ballet. You can’t help but smile as you watch them move so freely, and Namor can't help but smile as he watches you.
Suddenly the fish rapidly disperse and within seconds a huge mass flashes past you with incredible speed and agility. Your eyes widen and adrenaline rushes through you as you witness a killer whale chase the school, its size completely dwarfing your mere human frame. Involuntarily, you begin hyperventilating as you watch the giant creature swim off into the distance. When you feel a touch against your arm, you turn to find Namor next to you. His hand rises and falls in front of his torso, gesturing for you to take deep breaths. In, out. In, out.
The two of you remain suspended in the endless ocean blue as you your breath slows and your muscles recover. Namor looks upward, and as you savor the moment of rest you follow his gaze. You can tell by the light above that you are getting close to the surface, which must mean you are nearing your destination. When he nods, you know it is time to move. Slowly the two of you start your ascent and the ocean becomes warmer as you gradually near the top.
When you arise from the water, the sound of the rushing wind, the rolling waves, and birds flying overhead rush into your ears. Less than a hundred meters from you stretches a beautiful coastline covered in soft white sand and lined by rich green foliage.
You make your way towards it. Soon you are walking knee-deep in the waves, the tide splashing against the back of your legs as you near the shore. Removing the mask from your face, the sweet breeze of the island races by, rustling your wet hair and filling your nostrils with the earthy aroma of some nearby palm trees.
Namor has already reached the sand. He stands tall, water still running down his body. Staring out at the horizon, he runs his hand over his face and pushes his hair back, inadvertently flexing his bicep as he does so. The sun slowly begins its descent toward the Earth, its warm rays casting brilliant tones of red and orange across Namor’s exposed skin. It contrasts the deep blues and greens that illuminated him in the caverns, and at this point, you are confident he looks devastatingly beautiful in any light.
As you reach the shore, you take your place next to him and stare out at the skyline.
“Hard to beat a view like that,” you say breathlessly.
“My mother would always describe to me the beauty of the setting sun,” Namor responds. “I have no love for the surface world, but from time to time I visit this island. See what she saw.”
“Is this—?” You begin to ask.
“Where she is buried.” Namor answers before you finish your question. His eyes drop as he reflects, “I am not sure what I expected to see the day I came to lay her body to rest. I suppose the beauty of an island she spoke of so fondly. Instead, I found my brothers and sisters enslaved by men who took life without a second thought.” His jaw clenches as he recalls the bitter memory. “But I saw to it the favor was returned.”
His meaning is clear. You are not sure which makes you more nervous — the calm and cool way he says it, or the menacing smile that accompanies his statement. Either way, his smile disappears as quickly as it comes. You have seen Namor’s ferocity firsthand and know what he is capable of, especially when it comes to protecting his people. A nervous feeling grows in the pit of your stomach as you begin questioning his purpose in bringing you here.
You consider the facts:
You are a surface dweller.
He did call you dangerous.
Oh shit.
Anxiously you glance at him, then redirect your gaze back to the horizon to maintain your composure. The soft waves break along the shore, racing up to your ankles. As the sand beneath your feet gets pulled out by the tide, you wish with all your might you could be pulled away with it. Instead, you sink deeper into the ground, more immovable than before.
“Are you going to kill me?” The words come out blunter than you intend, but you stand by them despite the quiver in your voice.
The question pulls Namor out of his thoughts as he turns to you, eyebrows raised. He studies your face carefully before answering.
“I probably should," he says. There is no malice in his words, only honesty. “The knowledge you have of me and my people... it puts me in a difficult position.” His eyes are solemn. "But I have lived a long time, and in that time I have witnessed many in their final moments before death when one truly reveals themself. That night on the beach, in what you believed were your final moments, you kept your word to me and my people. You said nothing to those men, even with your life on the line. There is no truer test of loyalty.”
Without a word, he reaches his hand out for the mask you still carry. You cautiously hand it over.
"There is a village eastward,” Namor continues, “you will find everything you need there, and the means to leave this place."
You feel his palm slip under your fingers to receive the mask. He takes a deep breath, then purses his lips in the direction behind you.
“Or, just up the way beyond those trees is a house. It is not much, but comfortable. It is yours to use... if you wish. You would be safe here.”
The offer catches you off guard.
“I… I don't understand." You mutter in slight confusion.
With a deep inhale, Namor squints back at the setting sun to collect his thoughts. Then, taking another step closer, he eliminates virtually any remaining space between you. His eyes are deep and mesmerizing as ever. Your heart races from his sudden proximity and you find yourself holding your breath as you wait for him to speak again. He peers down at you, so impossibly close that you can sense the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes.
"You are no enemy of mine," he says with authority, "and no prisoner of Talokan. You have my trust. And because of that trust, I will not order you to stay." Namor then drops the mask into the sand like it is worthless and gently slides his hands underneath your jawline, cradling your face in both of his palms. “But I am asking you to.”
You are speechless. The way he is holding your gaze, the tenderness of his thumb brushing against the apple of your cheek, the fluttering of his lashes as his eyes flick down to your mouth.
"Stay," Namor says fervently in one final clarifying word. It is not a command, but an invitation. Perhaps even a plea. But most importantly, it is a choice. Your choice.
His eyes quickly dart back up to yours as he awaits an answer, but even Namor is not strong enough to keep his attention from dropping back down to your lips. He is clearly focused on more than just the words he hopes to hear come out of them.
In an overwhelming wave of boldness, you allow instinct to take over. No lives at stake, no siren’s song — it is only the burning desire within your very soul for him that compels you. You close your eyes and melt into Namor’s touch, pressing your lips to his.
The moment you do so, it is as if a surge of energy courses through your veins, electrifying your entire body. Namor immediately welcomes your advance, molding his lips to your own. The smooth piece of jade that pierces his septum presses cooly above your lip, contrasting the heat of his skin to ignite your senses. As he slides a hand around to the back of your neck, his fingers curl into your hair to bring you in even closer.
A small moan escapes you as the tip of his tongue traces along your bottom lip. You can feel his smile against your mouth, then a tug at the same lip with his teeth. Another invitation, to which you gladly accept. You part your mouth open to let Namor inside. Both of your tongues dance together as your kisses become deeper and more indulgent.
Consumed by his taste and his touch, you slide your hands up his bare chest, desperate for more of him. Without missing a beat, Namor responds by running his arms down your body and hoisting you up off the sand with ease. You wrap your legs around him tightly and take full advantage of this new, higher angle. Moving your mouth in tandem with his, you savor the richness of his lips and entangling your fingers in his dark locks of hair.
The two of you ebb and flow just like the rolling ocean waves, losing yourselves in each other. It’s not until you feel a faint burning in your lungs that you face the harsh reality of having to break away for air. Everything inside you fights it. If Namor were the sea, you would gladly let yourself drown in this moment.
But Namor, also sensing your need for oxygen, begins to slow down. He lowers you gently to the ground, though he is careful not to let you slip too far away from him. The two of you breathe heavily as the sun begins to dip below the horizon. Namor gives you another passionate kiss, this one slow and deep. His lips then move to the corner of your mouth and trail up to your ear, the heat of his breath spreading like wildfire across your skin. You can feel your heart beating out of your chest. Holding you close, Namor leans his forehead against your temple and presses his lips against your ear.
“Please," he whispers. "Stay with me.”
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Pairing: Namor x Fem!Reader x Attuma
Synopsis: This is a No Powers AU. Namor and Attuma are renowned businessmen who built business empire around the globe. As best friends and business partners, they share everything, and that include you.
While on his business trip, Namor’s attention shifts toward his business empire and less on you. Feeling unloved and unneeded, you decide to runaway. Of course, it doesn’t take long for you other lover to seek after you and bring you back to them.
Word count: 8.2K
Warnings: smut with plot!! slight angst! Established poly relationship. Predator/prey play, praise kink, finger kink, fingering, vaginal sex, car sex, oral (male & female receiving), dom/sub undertone, spit roasting, cum eating/dumping
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You could feel his unyielding gaze on you even from this far out. His presence alone should intimidate anyone that came within his vicinity, after all, he had always been a presence unto himself. His height and build had always been overwhelming to many, especially by the way he was carrying himself.
The man was close to 6’5” and built like a tank with broad shoulders and chest. His waist and legs were thick with muscles. He could easily be mistaken for an athlete, and it wasn’t so far off either.
Attuma was a businessman through and through despite his past with Talokan’s Elite Special Forces. You came into his life after he retired, so you didn’t know much about what exactly he did. You just knew that the man served his country well, and now he’s working on his own thing.
Perhaps it was why he’s renowned for running his business like his battlefield–ruthless and unyielding. His tactic has always been aggressive–an all-for-nothing sort of way that drives his competitors up the wall, which was unlike Namor who was more cautious and guarded.
But that was how it made them the perfect team.
Attuma’s gaze burned you in a way that you couldn't explain–it was awakening something primal inside that both were terrifying and exhilarating. He was looking more and more like a predator the way his deep, brown eyes bore down on you. His jet-black hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail as he leaned his massive frame against the marble column inside the luxury boutique. He was sucking on a lollipop as he was eyeing you.
The all-black suit did nothing to hide his impeccable biceps and the massive plane of his chest. No one dared to question him or what the hell he was doing because they knew who he was, and everyone knew to mind their own business when he showed up. The septum piercing was a dead giveaway, but it was also the aura that he was emitting as well that everyone just knew he was the owner of the whole damn place.
A smile spread across your face as you weaved through the crowded boutique. Attuma shook his head in warning. Despite his relaxing composure, you know exactly what that means.
No games. It was time to go.
You wanted to play—you craved the thrill, primarily when Attuma got all worked up.
You haven’t seen him for almost a week since Namor brought you along for his business trip here in America. Being all cooped up alone in the hotel room by yourself was making you antsy. It didn’t help that Namor was so focused on his work that he barely spent any time with you, so now that you were out and about, it was only natural to want to seek a little thrill–y’know, giving him a little taste of what it feels like to be left all alone.
Attuma loved the little game of cat and mouse. It drove him crazy whenever he had gotten a chance to just let himself lose. He knew the instance when you began to walk away from him with that little smile on your face. It wasn’t the first time that you act up, and he knew it wouldn’t be the last either.
As you took a step back, he took a huge step forward, pushing through the crowd. He knew that goddamn look, and he knew he had to work for it.
A quick dial on his phone and Namor picked up the call at the first ring.
“[I found our Birdy, but we’re going to run a little later than planned. She wants to play.]”
Namor grumbled knowingly, throwing the document across his desk. He could feel his head throbbing, trying to figure out what the hell he wants to do with you. He understood that he wasn’t great at keeping you happy or entertained. On the other hand, you needed to stop acting like a brat. His patient could only go so far.
“[You’re enabling her.]”
“[Well, you should have thought of that when you brought her here and left her in the hotel room all by herself. You could have waited for me. You know how she gets when you don’t give her enough attention. But what do I know?]”
Sarcasm drenched his tone as continued to follow you. Attuma could feel his friend rolling his eyes even through the phone. If no one was going to say, he would. He had no problem with that.
“[That is not my point.]”
“[My point is, you pissed her off, and she takes it out on me, and it ends up being me doing all the work just trying to get her back. Have you ever stopped and considered that perhaps she needs you, which is why she acted this way? We agree on this that we will try to make this work together, but you just can’t keep doing to her, K’uk’ulkan.]”
Namor fell silent. He knew how you could get when you don’t get your way, especially when he doesn’t let you do anything you want. The past couple of days had been hectic for him, and he admitted that his busy schedule made him spend less time with you…It still didn’t justify the way you act up though. The bratty behavior needed to stop, and the fact that Attuma let you get your way all the time was unacceptable.
They knew that you know the sort of power you have over them, and how much you love to abuse it, knowing full well that they can’t say no to you. They may be in control when it comes to sex, but at the end of the day, it was you who held all the power over them in the palm of your well-manicured hands. Even if Namor had always been stern with you, he still let your behavior slip 9 times out of 10.
Running his fingers through his hair, he sighed in defeat.
“No funny business, Attuma. Do not drag this little game of yours for more than 20 minutes. Or I will kick you out of the suit together,” he warned.
A sarcastic laugh left his lips, making the people inside the boutique stare at him, but Attuma didn’t care. It was almost comical in a way that Namor’s love for control seeped into their everyday lives. As nonchalant as Attuma could be, sometimes, he asserted his own authority over his friend as well, especially when it comes to you.
He knew what was at stake here. Under normal circumstances, Attuma would take his sweet time, dragging out the little game until you were too exhausted to run from him. But now, he had to put in the effort to actually catch you. The little cat and mouse game has just gotten interesting, and here he thought this little trip was boring. It brought him back to his time as Talokan’s soldier.
“15 minutes is all I need. Also, fucking get something to make it up to her. I can only do so much. If you love her, do something about it.”
Namor had already gone ahead and ordered all the made-up gifts and flowers, even dinner reservation for the three of them at a three-Michelin star restaurant that you have always loved. He was going all out on his apology. Of course, that would come after the little punishment, of course.
“And one other thing. I owned that fucking hotel. You can’t lock me out of my damn property, you jerk.” Attuma hung up before his friend could utter anything, leaving Namor exasperated and annoyed.
.
.
.
You watched from a distance as Attuma placed his phone in his suit pocket. You knew who he was calling. The look he was giving you now was a complete 180. He wasn’t in the mood to play with his food anymore–no, he was going in for the kill, and you knew your time starts now.
Without any hesitation, you took off. There was zero chance that you could beat him in this little chase. You were set up for failure too many times to count, but it didn’t stop you from trying. Perhaps this once, you can outrun him.
Weaving through the rush of people, you looked back to find Attuma walking–no, he wasn’t walking. That damn man was stalking you with the look of a starved predator. His stride widened, and each time he took a step forward, he seemed to gain another foot or so closer to you. It was like you made no progress at all.
Damn his long legs, you muttered under your breath as you continued to run.
You turned right, then left, hoping to throw him off his game. This was a luxury mall after all, there was no way he could just breeze past the patrons without causing any issues, you thought to yourself as you turned left.
There was fucking way he can catch you now that you have thrown him off with all the turns.
Your legs were burning as you tried to pull air into your lungs. Your blood was practically pounded inside your eardrums the faster you were going. Every ounce of you was buzzing with adrenaline. It felt like it was not going to end, but your hope swells when you find the exit. There was a twinkling of hope shining dimly. The victory was so close that you could almost taste it on your tongue. Just a couple of more feet and you would win.
Your hand grasped the handle of the door and yanked it open.
But nothing.
Your heart felt like it dropped to the pit of your stomach as you tried to yank the door open again, not daring to look behind you.
Nothing.
Anxiety bubbled up inside of you when the realization finally dawned on you. You finally turned around in hopes to make it out of this section at least before Attuma got there, but it was too late. He was already there, leaning against the wall, sucking on that God-forsaken lollipop as if he hadn't just dashed through the crowd to get here.
Not a single hair on his head was out of place, and not a single drop of sweat poured down his face. The man was the epitome of cool, calm, and collected. This place was his playground, and he knew every entrance like it was the back of his hand. Your chance of running away for less than 1% the moment he entered here.
“Alright, Lil Birdy. The Big Fish is getting impatient, so we have to go back before he gets mad at us.”
“You haven’t won yet,” you pointed out. There was a fire in your eyes, and he loved that a lot. A woman who was as fierce as you deserves only the best challenge he could give you.
You sized him up, walking slowly closer to the opposite wall, creating enough distance that you could just bolt right past him. As long as he hasn't physically captured you yet, you still have a chance to win. All you had to do was sprint past him.
Yes. That was it.
And as if Attuma had read your thought, he took a small step closer. His larger body looms close to you. He was built like a goodman fortress, so to get past him, meant you had to be quicker than him.
“Sweetheart, no funny business, remember. Acting bratty with me will only get you into more trouble.” There was a warning in his eyes as he slowly approached you, but of course, you took off, or at least you tried to.
A pair of strong arms wound around your waist as your body was being hauled back. Before you knew it, your world was being turned upside down. A loud, surprised yelp left your lips as you found yourself being slung over his shoulder. You tried to flail your arms, hitting him, smacking at his ass or whatever part of you can reach, but Attuma just laughed as he smacked your ass in return.
“How many times have I told you that you can’t win at this kind of game?”
You didn’t answer him. Instead, you let out a whining noise as you flailed in his arms. Attuma didn’t seem to be bothered by it as he stood there, waiting for the staff to unlock the entrance doors for him.
“You cheated.”
“It is simply an aggressive tactic, that is all.”
“Still cheated,” you whined, pursing your lips as you continued to wiggle over his shoulder.
A large blacked-out car pulled up at the entrance. Its door had already opened by the time Attuma put you down and ushered you inside.
“And you are still a brat,” he muttered as he sat beside you.
You were more annoyed and frustrated at this point as Attuma sat there quietly, not even bothering to look at you. You crossed your arms and looked the other way. If he wants to play this game, you can do the same too.
“Why are you always taking it out on me whenever Namor pisses you off?” Attuma finally asked after some time.
His tone was light, but there was a heavy undertone to it. Perhaps annoyance…or worst hurt. You couldn’t help but look at him for a long moment. You knew exactly what he meant. It seemed like you always went to him whenever your other love upset you. Attuma has always been your rock now that you think about it.
He was the first to approach you and the first to court you between the two. You only met Namor because Attuma introduced you to him, so why have you always treated him this way? Was it because he never showed you anger or resentment? Or was it because of something else? Your love for him was as equal as your love for Namor, but why has it always been him that you always take your attitude on?
“I don’t know,” you admitted after some time. The answer didn’t satisfy you or him, and you were fully aware of it. “Maybe because I know you would come looking for me?”
He didn’t look at you. He didn’t often express his anger or hurt around you, but it often showed up in his attitude and action. Like for this instance: his silence.
He was often boisterous and loud when someone else pissed him off. Oftentimes, he acted on his urges, but with you though, it always ended in silence as if he was holding himself back as if he didn’t want to scare you off.
You said sorry to him. This time you place your hand on his cheek so that he could look at you. His expression was still unreadable, but then again, you could never read him when he doesn’t want you to.
You slowly perched yourself up on the seat, so that you were looking at him at the same eye level. He had gone ahead and pulled up the partition so whatever you two were doing in the backseat of the SUV wouldn’t be known to the driver, but it was still nothing.
“I just know you will be there, that’s why I keep doing it. If Namor won’t come after me, I know you would…That was enough for me to know that at least I have you, so if you’re still mad at me, now it’s a good time to push me away,” you said softly.
Your breath brushed against his lips, making them tingle slightly. Attuma was still silent, except that his eyes were bored into yours with an interest now. Those deep, earthy brown eyes of his seemed to melt as your words finally sank into his head.
“To be quite honest with you, I am more hurt about it than angry at you.”
His words made your heart drop to the pit of your stomach. You stared up at him and felt the worst possible emotion. There was no playfulness in his tone, which made you even more guilty.
“I am the worst, aren’t I?”
Attuma sighed as he noticed your tearful gaze. Oh fuck, he really hated it when you cried. You really didn’t mean to, but when you think about all the times you caused all the trouble, you realized that you were being unfair to him.
“You’re not…I just spoil you too much and let you get your way too often,” he sighed. “I just wish you would treat me less of a punching bag, and more of your partner…Can you do that for me moving forward?”
You nodded.
“I need you to say it,” he whispered against your lips, brushing them almost feathery that making your skin prick with goosebumps.
“I can. For you, anything.”
“Good girl.” Attuma leaned in, kissing your forehead first before capturing your lips.
It wasn’t a hot kiss that you often shared, but something softer, more intimate than your usual antics with him. It felt more like a reassuring kiss–something along the lines of him validating his words and feeling for you.
Attuma felt it in his bones when his lips moved against yours, creating a soft friction that he has been craving since he arrived here. The slow, tantalizing kiss soon melted into a heated one, filled with needs and fervor that burned you to the core.
Your body buzzed as he slipped his tongue inside your mouth. Every ounce of uncertainty seemed to melt away as the kiss deepened. Soon, you find his large body covering yours. Heavy and hot. His lips were soft yet demanding. There was just enough pressure and suction as his lips rubbed against yours. His tongue caresses your lips before he nipped your lower lips just before he drew it in to gently suck on it.
Your hands clung onto his massive back. Your hips moved on their own as you were rubbing your aching pussy against his thick thigh, hoping and wishing that the thick muscles of his thigh were enough to sate your throbbing pussy.
You were breathless and panting as excitement coursed through your vein like liquid fire. Your hands were everywhere–fingers dug into his thick back, feeling the way his muscles rippled beneath your palms every time he moved.
His mouth slid along the column of your throat, lips grazed over the thrumming flutter of your pulse and along your jaws. Attuma paused at your ear. You could feel his warm, wet breath brushing against the shell as words spilled out of his mouth, full of sweetness and promise of never letting you go. Even through the haze of your arousal, you knew he was speaking the truth.
His fingertips sought out the buttons of your blouse. His lips found the center of your collarbones before his mouth traveled down to the space between the valley of your breasts. He lingered there longer, kissing and sucking on the soft skin. His large palms cupped and kneaded through your bra like he hadn’t touched you in ages.
The thing about Attuma that you loved the most was his devotion to your pleasure. He had always put you first above all else. Every touch was meant to bring you closer to your release. He had never asked too much in return, yet you always make sure to reciprocate the same love he had given you.
Attuma went lower still. His dexterous fingers made quick work on your jeans, pulling them off you easily. He could have torn the things to pieces, but he refrained. There was no use of brute strength here.
Soft, mewling sounds slipped past your lips as your body succumbed to the soft pleasure that slowly built up inside of you. Your legs fell apart easily once Attuma tossed your jeans over his shoulder. Then his mouth bored down upon your flesh once more. Soft and wet, licking and sucking, stroking every nerve ending in your body, devouring you alive.
His low, deep guttural moans were like quiet words whispered against your skin. When he delved his thick finger inside you, you felt your body being consumed by the fire he set. Your body easily molded into whatever shape he wanted, yet he had never asked for more than what you have given him.
It was a slow and tortuous touch, yet you opened up to him, allowing him to take whatever he wanted. Attuma slipped another thick finger inside you, and you knew you were done for. His fingers moved slowly at first, dragging out the sweet and delicious friction that you longed for. Your hips bucked upward as he pushed them all the way to his knuckle until your juices leaked out and rolled down till they pooled under your ass.
Pleaded words left your lips as he continued to administer his slow, and desirous torture.
His thumb pressed firmly against your small bundle of nerves, circling it and rubbing it until your legs started to shake. Pathetic whimpers left your lips as you clung to him with all of your might. No longer was the feeling of resentment and anger, and instead, your heart was filled with love and adoration that this man simply could give you with simply by his touch alone. You came not too long, but you didn’t let yourself catch any breath.
Attuma found himself being pushed back as you made quick work of his zipper. Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock. He was so hard and so ready for you. You gave him a tentative stroke from base to tip. You eyed him, watching the way the corner of his mouth twitched at the friction you have given him.
With your hand gripping his broad shoulders, you lifted yourself up and lined the tip of his cock against your opening before you slowly sank down onto his shaft.
Soft gasps slipped through his lips as the sensation of being enveloped by your warm, wet heat slowly consumed him. No matter how many times he had taken you, it always felt like it was the first. His length and girth had always intimidated you, even now, after years of being together, you were still unnerved by him.
You could only grunt as you slowly lift your hips up before slowly sinking down on him again. Each time you moved, you felt like you were about to split apart. Attuma stretched you out so deliciously that you felt like your mind was splitting. It was hard to concentrate on anything else when your mind was trying to focus on pleasing him.
As you began to find your pace, Attuma’s patience was running out as well. Without a word, his hands grasped your hips, holding you still as he began to piston his hips upward, driving himself deeper and after into you.
No noise came out of your mouth as he drove into you with such vigor. It was too overwhelming and just too much that you couldn’t think of anything else except for the way his cock was practically splitting you apart. Every time he slammed you back onto him, you felt like you were going to bust right then and there.
Of course, it didn’t take long for you to come. Your body convulsed and spasmed in his arms. It took you a while to realize that he hadn’t come yet. You pushed back and looked at him, but of course, you noticed that the car had come to a halt.
Your eyes were still bleary. Your skin was still feverish of the way your lover had made you feel. Attuma’s gaze was still burning into you. His arousal was still prominent against your thigh. You know the moment you leave this car and make your way up the hotel, you will be punished.
“Time to face your music, Little Bird. You can’t keep running away from your problems forever.”
You sighed. He was right. It was childish to even do the thing that you do, but you wanted attention from them, so it was the only thing you could think of at that moment.
You took his hand in surrender. It was time to face the music.
You ended up staying in Attuma’s suit instead of Namor’s.
Your nervous energy was far too palpable that Attuma didn’t have the heart to let you face Namor immediately. His friend could wait some more. After all, it was his fault that you did what you did. It was a reminder for both of them that you cannot be controlled and tied down, and that if you wish to leave, they cannot stop you from doing so. It was a reality check for the two men and a greater one for Namor.
His way of loving you was perhaps a bit more extreme than Attuma's.
He had always had a sense of overprotectiveness over you to the point where it becomes smothering at times. He knew that his career often gets in the way of his life too. He’s managing multiple businesses globally. It was difficult to balance work and life altogether. There was no doubt about how much you meant to him, and he was confident that you could hold your own as well, but he understood that even the strongest person needed support, and he couldn’t be there.
Stepping outside the bathroom, you sighed constantly as you wrapped your body with a soft plush bathrobe. Your nerves seemed to relax a bit more, but of course, once you looked up, you found your heart sank.
Attuma was sitting on one of those large, plush sofas, looking at you with an unreadable expression once again. On his left stood your other lover, dressing in a deep navy suit, looking at you with a stern expression.
Though Namor was not as tall as Attuma, his presence was his own. There was a regal air about him, almost like an air of authority. His presence commanded attention. His words commanded respect. No one ever dared to speak over him, and most important of all, no one ever dared to disrespect him.
You couldn’t tell which one he was feeling at the moment by the way those brown eyes bored you. You didn’t know if he was mad, annoyed, or disappointed. Whatever it was, you really didn’t want to deal with him. No words had uttered out of his mouth, yet you knew what they were going to be.
Silence lingered inside the room. The quietness was almost deafening and the tension made the air thick, almost unbreathable. You waited, but nothing as the silence continued to stretch out further. Your first thought was to run to Attuma because you knew he would comfort you, but all sense of rationality seemed to slip out of your mind when Namor took a few steps toward you. His deep, brown eyes bored into you with an unreadable expression. The heaviness in the room only grew heavier once he was in front of you, intercepting your path and preventing you from reaching Attuma. You halted immediately as you stumbled backward, clearly surprised by his sudden movement.
A gasp slipped out of your lips when you found his thick strong arm snaking around your waist, caging you and holding you close to him. Heat radiated off his body, flooding your nostrils with nothing but his deep, masculine cologne–the one that you gifted him. His eyes bored into you with an intensity that made you want to crawl under the cover.
Blood rushed to your face as you struggled to look him in the eyes, so you cast your gaze elsewhere, but Namor would have none of that. He grabbed you by the nape of your neck and force you to look at him. You could smell the sweetness on his breath when he exhaled. The warm heat tickled your skin, making your nerves buzz and hum.
Your mouth went dry in an instant as you tried to swallow. Whatever you planned to say to him seemed to dissolve the moment he touched you, and it scared you the fact that Namor had such power over you.
“Why did you leave me?”
His voice came out like a soft tremor, making your body hum with anticipation. Namor knew the reason already. It was more than obvious. He just wanted you to say it out loud.
He knew he fucked up on his part, and there was no amount of gifts or apology that could remedy what he had done. He just wanted to know why you always do this–making him some sort of a bad guy. He was not perfect, and he tried to be the best partner he could be for you. He wasn’t as attentive to your needs as Attuma was, and he knew that. He wanted to be better. He would have given you the whole damn world you wanted because that’s the kind of man he was.
At the same time though, you were the only person on this Earth that knew how to push every single one of his buttons. He wasn’t sure whether your defiance came from your attention deprivation or not, but he didn’t appreciate being tested and questioned all the damn time.
“You know why,” you answered. You were surprised by how small your voice sounded. Your hands shook from your nerves as you tried to hold his gaze. Those deep brown eyes felt like a fortified fortress, hardened and unyielding–almost unforgivable the way they could just pierce into the depth of your soul without realizing it.
Namor wasn’t happy with your answer, and you knew this by the way his grip got a little firmer than before, making you gasp in an instant. You could almost taste his breath on your tongue as he closed in the distance.
“I want you to say it.”
“Why should I? You’ve never had to justify yourself whenever you do something wrong, so why should I do that?”
Attuma’s lips quirked, trying to hide his smirk at your defiance. Only you could speak such works to Namor, and Attuma was quite amused by that. As a matter of fact, he was so proud of you for standing up to Namor that it started to make him stiff all over again.
Namor let out a warning grunt as his eyes bored into you.
“You are in no position to demand anything from me, my love.” His fingers dug into your skin, almost imprinting his fingertips straight to your bones.
You winced at the dull pain as you continued to stare at him defiantly. You could feel his patience fraying the more you were egging him on, and it excited you in some way. You wanted him angry–hell, you wanted him to be furious, just anything to show that he cared or felt something for you.
“I think I do…and you know it too, dearest love of mine.”
Namor grunted and took a step back. He looked over Attuma, then at you. His expression soon shifted into something else entirely–something that you knew would make your knees weakened. He looked at you darkly. There was an underlying hunger that made you swallow thickly.
“Take off your robe,” he said firmly as he slowly took off his suit jacket. His dexterous fingers made quick work on his tie. His eyes were trained on you as he slowly rolled up his sleeves. You could see the way his arms flexed by the way the muscles strained and corded. The image made your core throb.
“Do not make me ask twice, in yakunaj,” he warned. His voice was firm, full of authority. “Attuma will not be able to help you now that you are here with me, so what’s it going to be?”
You stood there silently for a long moment, and the realization finally dawned on you once you let out a sharp exhale breath that you were holding your breath this whole time. Reluctantly, you took off the plush bathrobe, letting it fall off your shoulders and pooled by your feet. A cold shudder shot through your spine as cold air brushed against your naked form. Attuma looked at you with much interest now, eying your body from head to toe. He could feel his cock twitch at the way you were clamping your thighs together. He could clearly see the way your wetness slowly seeped out and rolled down your inner thigh.
“Good girl,” he said as he stroked your cheek, caressing it almost so lightly that it made you shudder. “But being a good girl is not enough to get you off the hook with me, darling…What should I ever do with you?”
You stayed silent, but you could feel your body warm. Your pussy was throbbing to your frantic heartbeat as you stood there, wishing that he would punish you already. This drawn-out game wasn’t for you.
“I don’t know,” you answered. Your voice was no more than a whisper. Namor didn’t miss the tremor in your voice as his hand now cupped your face, pulling you ever closer to him.
Warm, wet breath brushed against your skin, awakening the carnal hunger that you have been yearning for.
“That’s not a good answer.”
You chewed on your lips momentarily, but he didn’t give you enough time to think when the next words left his lips.
“On your knees.”
You felt your stomach do a flip, and your first instinct was to turn and look at Attuma, but Namor’s hand was firm on your head, holding it there, allowing you to only look at him.
“You know what to do next. Do not make me spell it out for you.”
With trembling hands, you made quick work of unbuckling his belt, then unbuttoned his pants. You noticed how much your fingers were trembling when you pulled his zipper down. You eyed him with a nervous look as you slid down his pants, and you were met with his bulge.
Namor’s hand was still stroking your face, watching you as you lowered his boxer brief.
Your hand gently wrapped around his half-hardened shaft, stroking it slowly in your hand. Namor clenched his jaw tightly, trying to hold in the little noise that threatened to leave his mouth as he stared down at you.
Attuma was watching both of you intensely. He could feel his cock aching and twitching in his pants as he sat there. When your mouth slowly closed around the head of Namor’s cock, more fire burst through his body, threatening to explode in his balls. His hand gripped around his bulge. He was so hard by the time you started to suck on Namor’s cock that he didn’t think he was able to walk or move.
“Ah..fuck, I love the way that mouth of yours feels,” Namor said with a deep, husky voice as he tipped his head back. His hips bucked forward, pushing himself further into your mouth. “Oh, fuck, that’s it, sweetheart. You love sucking on this cock, don’t you?”
You moaned onto his shaft as you replied. Your eyes never wavered from his.
Attuma eyed you closely as you slid up and down Namor’s shaft, dark and ridged with veins. He wasn’t as long or as thick as he was, but Attuma always found it arousing, watching the way Namor’s cock would stretch out your mouth, especially the way you struggle to breathe whenever his friend decides to fuck your little mouth. He couldn’t help but take out his own erection and started to stroke himself, wishing to feel the way your mouth felt on his cock too.
You rested your hand on Namor’s hips, fingers dug into the hard flesh of his muscled thighs as your head bobbed, trying to swallow his whole length. Namor groaned deeply in his chest when you pulled back and let his fat bulbous head slide out of your mouth. A string of saliva trailed down your chin before you swallowed him to the base again. Namor’s eyes shifted toward Attuma, who was watching tentatively, jerking his own cock off too as he was mesmerized by you.
You gagged a couple of times before you took a step back to catch your breath, your hand was still on his shaft, stroking and jerking him off, worshiping him like a god.
“Come here,” he said as he moved over to the large bed. You followed him, crawling on all four, giving a full view of your drenching and pussy to Attuma before you knelt in between Namor’s legs. Without a single word, he turned you over and laid you on your back. His palm kneaded your breast slowly as he eyed the other man, gesturing to come over.
“Come over here and eat her pussy,” he ordered Attuma.
Namor didn’t have to say it twice as the bigger man hastily stripped himself off of his clothing. His heavy erection was in hand as he crawled onto the large bed. You watched the way the mattress dipped below him as he slowly approached you like a hungry predator. The sight made your pussy clench and unclench as anticipation filled your veins. He was so hard and heavy, his cock was practically dragging over the mattress as he moved.
“Fuck her with your mouth until she can’t take it anymore,” Namor muttered against your skin. His fingers were around your stiff nipple, pulling at it and twisting it between his rough digits. “I want her to beg, you hear me?”
Attuma didn’t need any more urging. His mouth found your stomach first, kissing his way down your torso, nibbling at your soft skin along the way. He knelt in between your legs, draping each one over Namor’s thick thighs, spreading you even wider. You let out a soft moan when you felt his rough palm massaging your flesh. A warm, familiar heady feminine scent drifted up to his nostrils, and it made his mouth water.
“Ah fuck, such a pretty pussy you have, Lil Birdy. I always love playing with it. So pretty and so perfect for us.”
Your legs twitched and Attuma eyed Namor as he continued to tease your breasts, palming them in your hands, kneading them until the buds were stiff and almost painful.
Without a word, Attuma dipped his head, inhaling deeply, and ran his tongue over the slippery pussy. You jerked against him and sobbed softly. Your hand flew to his long, dark mane, fisting it in your hand. He licked again at your slippery folds, pressing a kiss and there, suckling on one side first, before suckling on the other. He kissed you higher before he finally pressed his mouth over your clit and kissed you there, sucking on the small bud until you were wreathing in Namor’s arms. Your clit pulsed against his lips and you gasped and tugged harder at his hair.
Attuma licked, and swallowed your juices, feeling the way your body shuddered below him. His tongue slipped between your slipper folds and dipped into your warm, inviting heat. He fucks you slowly with his tongue, thrusting shallowly into your tight holes.
Once he had enough, he pulled back slightly and pushed his thick fingers inside you, filling you and stretching you with them. He moaned deeply at the way your body clenched and closed in around his digit so hotly. Your moaning was only getting louder when he added his third finger, and his gaze was on Namor as he was attending to your breasts. His tongue once again found your clit as he continued to tease at the sensitive bud.
“Oh my God, please, please, please,” you panted. “Please, I can’t take it anymore. Please…”
“Not yet,” Namor said, smirking before shoving his fingers inside your mouth. Gone was your rationality as you suckle on his digits with desperation while Attuma was fucking you with his own fingers. He would want to make you come, but not yet. He wanted to draw this out as much as your body could.
Attuma licked some more, flicking at your clit before sucking on it with intent. Your hips lifted off the mattress, but with his vice-like grip, he held you there, sucking on you and drawing out your orgasm until your muscles tightened.
And when you felt like you could go over the edge, he would pull back, making you sob softly in Namor’s arms. It really was unfair, and you couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
You were at their mercy after all.
It felt like an eternity when Attuma finally gave in, and let you come. Your body tightened to the point of pain. Heat rushed out of your body and poured out onto his tongue. His cock was throbbing almost too much now. His balls felt tight, and for a brief second, he thought he was going to come too. Breathing out his mouth, he managed to control his own.
Namor rubbed his face as he watched. His cock was aching and throbbing. What a wicked sight it was to watch you come undone by Attuma’s mouth. Something about watching you writhing and begging with your frantic sobbing really turned him into a different person.
Without a word, he rolled you over onto your stomach. He commanded Attuma to switch places with him while they gave you a brief moment to catch your breath.
“Attuma, move over in front of her,” Namore ordered. His voice was gruffed as he, himself, moved between your legs. His fingers stroke at your quivering pussy lazily, allowing your juice to coat his own fingers, which made you whine in response.
A smirk etched on his lips. It had always been Namor who did all the commanding and ordering around, and Attuma never had any issue with it–as a matter of fact, he enjoyed it. He didn’t have to think too much. He knew his role, and he liked the idea of just letting go and focusing more on your needs than anything else.
You looked up to find Attuma’s cock jutting up, almost brushing against your face. He was so much thicker and longer, and every time you sucked on his dick, you felt like your jaws were going to dislocate or some sort.
“Since Attuma worked hard today, you need to reward him too, darling. Make him come with just your mouth. I want to see the way his cock stretches you out and fills you up—show me what that pretty mouth can do, sweetheart,” he said as he spread your legs apart.
One hand gripped firmly at your hip, while the other lined the head of his cock at your entrance. He waited, watching you intensely as your mouth slowly closed in around Attuma’s thick, fat cock, and then he pushed his body into you, sheathing himself all the way to the base.
You responded with a muffled moan as the motion made your body surge forward, forcing you to swallow Attuma halfway through. You felt like you almost choked as tears rolled down your cheeks. It was too much, being filled at both ends. You felt like you could be torn apart at any moment as you tried to breathe through your nose.
Your jaws ached, and your pussy was quivering, on the verge of coming again from simply so overstimulated by the way your two lovers were giving to you.
Namo hissed at the way your pussy was clenching around him as he moved inside you, thrusting slowly at first. It didn’t take much resistance because of how dripping wet you were already.
“Fuck, love,” he moaned as spread you wider so he fuck you deeper. It was to the point where if he wasn’t holding onto you this firmly, you would have collapsed onto your stomach by now. “That’s right, make him come, baby. Suck on him like that,” he murmured almost incoherently.
“You love sucking on that cock so much, don’t you?”
You couldn’t answer as you tried to focus on pleasing Attuma.
Namor didn’t like that, so he bucked his hips a little too hard and made your body surge forward, taking a couple more inches of Attuma’s dick.
You let out a muffled whine before you let out a little, “Mmmmhmmm.”
“Hmmm, aren’t we lucky to have such a good girl being our little cockslut, Attuma?”
The other man grinned, flashing his dimples at you as he stroked your tear-stained cheeks.
“Yeah, we do. She’s always so good at being a hole for us to fuck—A-ah, fuck, Little Bird, you’re gonna make me come if you keep doing that.”
You moaned before bobbing your head along his shaft quicker, hollowing your cheeks to create enough suction onto his cock. Your jaws were tired at this point. The sensation was fading between pleasure and pain.
Attuma’s breath quickened. He was fighting the urge to fuck your little mouth. Namor was watching him, noting the way Attuma’s hand was gripping his hair, bunching it into a tight fist. It wouldn’t be long. He was very close to his release.
“Keeping going, darling. Keep sucking on him. I want you to drink up all of his cum, you hear me?”
You moaned as best as you could as you continued to bob your head, sucking on him, stringing him up until he couldn’t take it anymore.
“At, fuck,” Attuma groaned as he came.
You could feel the warm, thick fluid shot down your throat, making you choke out.
Attuma watched you through the haze as your mouth left his dick, and a string of the thick fluid sputtered from your mouth and onto the mattress.
It was a messy affair as your face was marred with tears and cum. He didn’t think he could love you any more than he could, but every time he made a mess out of you, he just knew he wanted to spend the rest of your life with you, and one day watch you round and full with his babies.
Namor reached around under you and found your clit, which made you jump with his heated touch. He rubbed at it as he continued to plunge into you with an unforgivable force until you cried softly. Your pussy clenched and convulsed around him, and he knew you came.
He stayed there, kneeling with his dick still hard as a rock, plunging in and out of you more erratically now, using you to satisfy his need. Your body surged forward like a rag doll as Namor fucks you with intensity and vigor, sending heat from the base of his spine before it exploded outward as he poured himself into you, filling you until he was dripping out.
Namor let out a string of cursing that you didn’t understand as you lay there on your stomach, feeling so worn out and so spent. Your body felt boneless and heavy. Your nerves still hummed from pure electricity that coursed through you as you tried to recover from the mind-blowing orgasms that both of your men just gave you.
You could feel Attuma move from the mattress momentarily by the way his weight shifted off the large bed. He came back a few minutes later with a warm towel, wiping your face and lips before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.
Behind you, Namor moved to snuggle and spooned you. His arm wrapped protectively around your waist as he laid his cheek on your arm. His lips kissed whatever skin he could touch as you lay there, completely exhausted.
Attuma joined you a bit after, letting you lay your head on his broad chest.
“Promise us you won’t leave us again,” Namor murmured. His tone was softer now, almost lulling you to sleep.
“Hmmm,” was all you could say.
“You have to promise us,” Attuma added.
“I promise,” you said tiredly.
“Don’t you have anything else to say to her as well, K’uk’kulkan?”
The other man sighed and moved to rest his weight on his elbow so he could look at you.
“I’m sorry as well for not being a good lover to you. I promise that I will try to be better at attending to your needs.”
The words felt genuine, and you couldn’t help but shed a couple of tears as you looked at him. Namor leaned in and kissed the tears away.
“Thank you,” you said softly as he leaned in to kiss you.
“Well, now that you both are made up. Let me just take a little nap…the jet lag is killing me.”
Namor rolled his eyes before he laid back in bed. You, on the other hand, were rubbing Attuma’s chest in an effort to soothe him.
“Alright, big guy. Take a nap. You earned it,” you said cheekily.
Attuma only grunted before his noises were were slowly replaced by his deep snore. You and Namor soon found yourself passed out from exhaustion as well.
#namor x reader#attuma x reader#namor x you#attuma x you#namor imagine#attuma imagine#namor smut#attuma smut#mcu namor#mcu attuma#kukulkan x reader#kukulkan x you#kukulkan smut#Namor x reader x Attuma#no powers au
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thinking about the way attuma put his hand on shuri’s back to hold her then said breathe. i squeezed my legs together cuz something was PURRING
#attuma#attuma x okoye#wakanda forever#namor x shuri#letitia wright shuri#queen shuri#shuri fanfiction#attuma smut#attuma imagine#attuma x reader#attuma x you#black panther wakanda forever#talokan
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Imagining an Attoye Au where Okoye is a captain of a pirate ship and in the middle of a battle or storm she gets thrown overboard and Attuma is a merman or another mystic creature that saves her😍
It could take a dark turn and he could take her back to his cove and keep her as a gift from the sea or something idk…sigh
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Happy anniversary to this gorgeous pair, and to Black Panther 2: Wakanda Forever!
Mother Danai 💜 x Father Alejandro 🖤
#they will be canon#I can imagine them taking photos and doing press together and I love what im seeing#attoye#fanfiction#attuma x okoye#okoye x attuma#attuma#okoye#fanart#danai gurira#black panther#marvel#alex livinalli#wakanda#black panther wakanda forever spoilers#black panther wakanda forever#movie premiere#mcu#actors#sag aftra#actor
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Can you please do an sfw where Attuma just claims the reader as his. One day he just throws her over his shoulder. No explanation, no courting just him going " Yes lord that one right there." And the reader just accepts it because she's always liked him.
His Betrothed- Attuma x Reader ⚭
Author’s Note: Do I belong to Attuma? If he snatches me up, I'm his. Believe it or not, I like doing fluff too. Enjoy, anon! 😘
You always had feelings for Attuma, but your life was turned upside down this day--you were randomly summoned to his quarters. His advisors brought you there with little resistance. When you walked in, he greeted you with a gentle kiss on your hand. What a gentleman.
"We have to prepare for our wedding. Bey in prometida, yaan a yaantal protegida/As my betrothed, you have to be protected. That's why I brought you here." He beamed, looking into your eyes & stroking your hand with his thumb. You felt his shark tooth bracelet scrape against your wrist.
You felt your heart palpitate. All you could do was stare back at him, doe-eyed. Truthfully, you didn't mind the idea of marrying one of the deadliest warriors in Talokan. Now that the opportunity was in front of you, you were at a loss for words. You decided to take charge. Standing on your toes, you kissed him gently to test the waters. He embraced you as you always belonged to him. His lips were soft & he smelled of sandalwood oil. You never felt so secure in someone's arms.
"Bey u prometida, ba'ax ma' K'abéet k consumar k unión?/As your betrothed, don't we need to consummate our union?" You cooed.
He threw you over his shoulder and walked you to his bedroom. You were thrilled when you thought of spending the rest of your life with Attuma.
#my asks#attuma x reader#fluff#attuma of talokan#attuma#alex livinalli#attuma imagine#my writing#black panther: wakanda forever
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