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It puts a smile on my face seeing both of my Talokan men turned into himbos. Loving and supporting their Wakandan women
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fadumahira88 · 9 days
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✨️Babygirl ✨️
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xblackreader · 5 months
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Attuma, a renowned playboy and womanizer back in Talokan, has now found a woman who he actually wants to be with for the rest of his life! She's gorgeous, she's fierce, she's intelligent...
and she hates his guts.
Okoye wants nothing to do with him.
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Bucky: Not gonna lie, I'm kind of afraid of Okoye… T'challa: As you should be. Bucky: No, for real, she's kind of- T'challa: As. You. Should. Be.
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shurismainbxtch · 1 year
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They be doing her so wrong LMFAOOOOO
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dasphinxone · 1 year
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They were really living it up rent free in each other's heads, weren't they?
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Also, Okoye LITERALLY bringing him to his knees before she SUPERKICKS him off the Sea Leopard?! You know as soon as he swam home, he was shutting down all his dating apps cause he just found his wifey. Got the venue picked out, menu set, the color scheme done and all that entails.
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attoye · 6 months
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formyloveoflove · 1 year
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MODESTY (ATTOYE)
18+ MDNI
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Attuma wouldn't call Okoye shy. And if she heard him say that, with a roll of her eyes, she'd admonish him, and grit, "I'm modest."
And it was true. From the way she dressed to the way she spoke, she was a traditionalist through and through. That's why is was such a shock to everyone in the Golden City when she casually strolled through the market with the General of Talokan.
Even as she broke the rumors, she blocked his kisses, twisted out of his holds on her waist, and chastised the whispers in her ear. While they were in public, she shoo-ed away all of his advancements. Behind the doors of her home, though, was a different story.
Attuma had free reign to kiss, hold, and whisper anyway he wanted. He was like an addict, and Okoye, whom more less clothing at home, was a dangerous temptation. However, still coy, most of the times, when they connected, it was Attuma who initiated the act.
But this was one of those rare times.
Returning from a long mission with Aneka, she stripped out of her Midnight Angel armor and ran straight to the shower. When she emerged smelling like mangoes and shea butter, he thought he'd lose his mind. She adjusted the ties on her shorts, so they hugged her waist. Her shirt was short enough to show off her abdomen decorated in scars. Hanging low enough to tease at her cleavage, the long sleeves bloomed at her wrists, dancing as she swayed to him in the kitchen.
"Welcome back, Okoye," he laughed as he continued to make their dinner. She hummed in response. She pressed her body against his, and the heat from her skin left a trail of goosebumps. His hiss matched the sizzling of the tortillas, and the steam pressing onto his hand brought him back to focus. "Move, K'iin. You'll get burned."
She obliged, in her own way. Trailing her fingers along his hips as she slowly shifted behind him, she palmed his stomach, and pressed her chest into the broadness of his back.
"What's more important?" she kissed his shoulder. "Me, who has returned from a long, hard journey, or tortillas that can be made later?"
She inched lower until she returned the waistband of his loincloth. Rough hands halted her movement, and she grinded into him as she giggled. The vibration rumbled down his spine, leaving his stuck in place, too shunned and too stiff to move.
"Your wellbeing is most important to me," he croaked. "You have travelled far, fought hard. Are you not dying of hunger?"
"Not for food."
He dropped his head as his dick jumped. His breathing was shallow, and if possible, he could die right now, suffocating on the idea of Okoye rushing home to him. He had a half a mind to believe this was an ambush, or a ruse. The same meek woman who thought a kiss goodbye on the hand was a compromise is the same seductress feeling his senses with nothing but her smell. Oh, she was killing him.
"If you are not up to it, I understand," her soft lips parted on top of his shuddering back. "There are other ways I can occupy myself while you finish up."
In his confusion, she slithered out of his grasp. Floating to her bedroom, she didn't even bother to close the door. Just plucked her vibrator from its place, and shimmied out of her shorts: no panties. As she spread herself open, he returned to his tortillas, biting his lips as her breathy moans traveled down the hall.
He was stubborn. He meant what he said. Okoye needed to eat. If she wasn't going to take care of herself after taking care of everyone else, he had to. That's what he told himself as she began to finger herself.
He sneaked quick glances between his last batch and her pleasuring herself. Her fingers were sloppily as they slide in and out of her. She was searching, truly and clumsily exploring walls, struggling to reach that spot inside of her. His spot.
She would squeeze her thighs so tight that she left bruises around his torso. She would fling her body back. Her hips were waves meeting the shoreline. Hypnotic and addicting, he, at her mercy, thanked every deity in his people's pantheon for the opportunity to be inside this woman. When she murmured, "Right there," as she took her pleasure, he stayed put. In his spot.
As soon as the last tortilla was to his liking, he clicked the stove off, raced down the way, and pulled her to the edge of her bed. The thud of Okoye's vibrator hitting the floor was drowned out by her cry of pleasure as Attuma pressed his tongue against her swollen clit. She tangled her fingers in his hair, yanking a handful when his fingers flexed right where she needed him.
"Tortillas....done?" she sighed as she felt pressure build in her stomach.
He grunted in reply: too ticked, too focused, and too hard to even form words. And to even notice the smile that spread across herself as she came undo on his lips. Basking in the after glow, Okoye pulled Attuma up her body and to her lips. A growl from her stomach broke their kiss as he chuckled at how she shuddered under him. With a dutiful, "excuse me," the same woman that left her juices on his face is the same woman shying away from his eyes as she enjoyed his dinner.
Attuma couldn't help but smile.
Just a little something something from the beginning of their relationship hehehehe 🤭
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mamajankyy · 1 year
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Lets make some noise for Okoye’s casual wear!
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Mutha looks good in everything but I loved these.
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Hidden talents Wakanda forever version:
Namora definitely sings, she is a siren.
Okoye is a dancer, interpretive dance combined with folklore storytelling.
Attuma definitely knits in his free time or weaves baskets.
Namor makes handmade jewellery. Personalized rings and necklaces.
M'baku loves to cook. He'll spend time in his kitchen baking cakes and icing them.
Ross is an astronomy geek. He slips away at midnight to see the stars.
Shuri likes to dabble with fashion design. If she's not making tech gear, she making a couture gown.
Who else should I add?
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karisomk · 10 months
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Alt! Attuma x Soft! Okoye HeadCannon:
Attuma's second favorite tattoo would be the bite mark scar, he has on his right hand due to being bitten by a hammerhead.  He loved it to the point he sketched out the outline,  of the jaws of a Hammerhead just to tattoo it around the scars he even covered with a design of shark teeth.
Attuma lifted his arm when he felt Okoye sit beside him before sliding close to his side.  Instantly, he squeezed her lightly while his hand settled by her hip.   Okoye reached for his hand, gently massaging his palm and knuckles while looking at the tv.  Slowly he felt Okoye's fingertips run over his scars, touching each one carefully. 
A crescent-shaped bite mark that healed into scars, covered his knuckles on Attuma's right hand.  Each cut held a small tattoo-shaped shark tooth filling in the scars. 
"What is this?", Okoye asked gently tapping the scars while Attuma flexed his hand in her grasp.
"A scar that I tattooed over a few years back", he hummed watching Okoye even trace a few.
"From what?"
"Well I got bitten by a shark while out at sea with my cousins", Attuma mused, giving a faint smile even while Okoye gave him a surprised look.
"It wasn't that serious, I promise.  But it was a hammerhead shark that happened to be chasing after a fish that got hooked on one of our fishing lines. I reached to get it out while Namor held it close to the boat, with me not waiting for help I got bitten", He explained, lightly shrugging his shoulders.
Okoye traced the fine dark lines around the tooth markings tattoo, the shape made out to be a hammerhead's jawline.  "You are lucky that it did not damage your hand."
Attuma reached to lightly grasp her chin, gently caressing her jawline while he spoke, "Maybe but it's something I cannot fully describe to see such an animal close and to watch it return back to the depths of the sea".  He leaned close to press a reassuring kiss on her forehead and then her cheek.
"Or you could also be biased about it since you do like sharks, especially hammerheads," Okoye deadpanned. Attuma gave a chuckle, flashing a crooked smile in response.
"If it makes you feel any better Namor was yelling while Namora threw a towel at my head since I refused to wait for her to help.”
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“ i want YOU 🫵 to beat my ass again “
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theattoyearchive · 10 months
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Announcing themes and the rules for Attoye-Week!
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xblackreader · 1 year
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Okoye: I am not petite. I am not small, I am not fragile. I am not helpless. I have taken lives. I have fought in wars. I am an eternal warrior, a burning fire of vengeance. Do not underestimate me.
Attuma, carrying her: Of course, my love. Do you want to be put down now?
Okoye: no! don’t you see there is a puddle? >:(
Attuma, smirking: of course, what was I thinking?
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shurismainbxtch · 1 year
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Okoye vs the Dora milaje deleted scene Part 1
Crying and throwing up
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dasphinxone · 9 months
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Attuma has this kinda energy for Okoye and we love to see it. Especially Nakia 😂
For @pilesofpillows
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“Everyone is well aware of how my niece betrayed her country when she married you people.”
Okoye’s nostrils flared as she took a step forward to confront her uncle. Except she was swiftly stopped by Attuma whipping out his beefy arm in front her. Behind them, Nakia immediately took note of how he clenched his other fist at his side. She took a step backwards and slightly to the side. All the better to witness the coming spectacle unfolding in the marketplace.
Attuma’s Xhosa had significantly improved in the near year of his marriage. While heavily accented, it rang out extremely clear, his grammar flawless as he loudly declared, “Pardon me?”
Nakia also took in how he took a step forward towards the old man.
M’Kathu’s smile was as vicious as ever as he straightened his shoulders. “It appears you fish folks are deaf as well as blind to the sins of those you mate with.”
Nakia backed away well over a foot.
“How dare you!” Okoye hissed.
She instinctively reached for the obsidian blade she’d taken to carrying in her sheath since Attuma gifted it to her during her courtship. However, he quickly slid his hand to her waist, stopping her. Deliberately turning to face her, he cupped her cheek before gently touching his forehead to hers. Whatever he said in his language sent her relaxing before she tilted her chin upwards to press a quick kiss to the side of his rebreather. Withdrawing, Attuma then placed himself directly in front of her. Her shield to all the ills of the world.
“I recommend,” Attuma leaned down nearly nose to nose with M'Kathu, “That you move along before suffering the consequences of your reckless words.”
Clearly, M’Kathu failed at taking hints. All he did was let out a loud snort before chuckling, “Okoye clearly prefers laying down with sea dogs rather than Wakandans who remember their loyalty to their country."
Nakia’s brows raised, her eyes went wide as she stilled. By now, a small crowd gathered to see what was going on in the usually peaceful marketplace.
“I suggest you keep my wife’s name out of your mouth,” Attuma hissed.
“And what will you do about it, sea scum?”
Attuma bristled, fingers flexing as his voice rose. “Clearly, I am not the one lacking in hearing.”
“So you say-”
“For I very clearly relayed that you need to keep my wife’s name out of your FUCKING MOUTH.”
The crowd around them fell utterly silent. Not even the children made a sound, enraptured by the heretofore unseen wrath of their favorite shark man. Well, save one little girl of roughly five or so.
“Umama, what does Mr. Tuna mean by fuck-ing?“
“Umama, why is that wrinkled old man so mean?”
"Hush child!” M’Kathu glared at the girl with scorn. “You see here?” he waved around with his cane, “He’s corrupted our very own children!”
M’Kathu scowled at the girl, causing her to scurry and hide behind her mother’s legs. Attuma growled, “Leave the youngling out of this. Adissa has done nothing to you.”
“And here you are, Okoye,” M’Kathu spat in disgust, “Opening your legs for this murderous orca, begetting your half breed whelps unto this land? Pitiful-”
Nakia recalled how on that day, no one could explain how M’Kathu ended up nearly drowning in the river with a concussion that rendered him unconscious and in the hospital for damn near a fortnight. No one also seemed to assist him. Nor could anyone recall how he ended up in the river in the first place. After all, how could an old man fly backwards into it a dozen feet behind him? It wasn’t as though Attuma yanked him up by the throat and sent him hurtling through the air hard enough to break a few bones as he hit its surface. Not even the guards patrolling the marketplace recalled seeing anything as they finally pulled him out.  
Funny how no charges of assault or battery were ever pressed. After all, one needed witnesses for such. And not a single one could be found.
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