#attuma fighting to get okoye back after his lies are revealed

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Has anyone written a fanfic where Okoye is taken to Talokan along with Shuri and Riri? If not then someone should. And they should make it extra dramatic by having Attuma take Okoye to Talokan without Namor and Namora’s knowledge. Then they should be extra, extra dramatic by having the water bomb that hit Okoye give her some kind of memory damage/amnesia... 

Imagine, Attuma keeps Okoye hidden in another cave far from the others and visits her when he can, bringing her food and taking care of her. I don’t know how he gets her to stay put (because I feel like even with memory damage Okoye would still have a strong sense of duty and an urge to do something that wasn’t just sitting around), but maybe he makes up some story about colonizers attacking her and having to keep her hidden way in order to protect her???  

When Nakia rescues Shuri and Riri, she asks where Okoye is and, of course, they don’t know, having assumed that she safely returned to Wakanda. Everyone goes on to think that she was killed by the Talokanil. Everything happens as it did in the movie (except Okoye isn’t stripped of her title): Namor kills Queen Ramonda, Wakanda and Talokan go to war and Namor yields to Shuri.

Wakanda and Talokan go on to start peace negotiations and it’s during this time that Okoye is discovered alive in Talokan. Maybe Namora follows Attuma to where he has Okoye hidden because his absences have become longer and more apparent (cause Attoye is falling in love y’all!). She, without a doubt, goes straight to Namor with the information. Namor is furious and fearful that the negotiations between their two nations will be destroyed once Wakanda finds out about the kidnapping of their most respected General. 

And that’s all I got... 

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Attuma had tied her to their bed, using shreds of pillowcase. Okoye had purchased handcuffs for this purpose—ones made from inferior materials so that he could easily breakthrough them if the need arose—but, knowing how she reveled in displays of his strength, he’d grabbed the nearby linen and torn through it as though it was tissue paper. His eyes had roamed her scantily clad body the entire time, heating her flesh and moistening her pussy with their intense leer.

He'd been creative with his ties—ripping the cloth into long strips that he’d entwined around the headboard, twisting them so they resembled rope before they flattened to gently curve around her wrists. His efforts made it so he could maneuver her body as he pleased while keeping her fixed to the bed.

Testing the strength of the binds, she moaned, rubbing her thighs together. When she’d originally made the purchase, it’d been Attuma she’d imagined shackled, held down and at her mercy, but this worked for her just as well. No matter who was in control, their play was always euphoric for them both.

Stood at the foot of the bed, he’d taken his eyes off her to rummage through the velvet sack that contained the rest of what she’d bought. The handcuffs, which she’d greeted him with upon his entrance into their bedroom, were discarded on the floor. The negligee, she’d also acquired, was on her person. Its sheer fabric left little to the imagination and teased her erect nipples as she shifted on the bed. That left the several butt plugs as the bag’s only contents. The pink rose one, that had captured her attention, immediately came to mind.

As if reading her thoughts, he retrieved that exact one, looking it over while putting down the rest.

“Is this for what I believe it is?” he asked. Joining her on the bed, he parted her legs, running the plug’s glass surface over the inside of her thighs. Its cool touch caused her to jump, but quickly warmed with the passes he made along her skin.

“It’s for my ass,” she murmured, intently watching the flex of his biceps. “I want you to put it inside me then fuck my pussy.” She spoke bluntly, her eyes meeting his when his arm stilled.

Her nerves nipped at her, but were unceremoniously forgotten when he suddenly flipped her over, the binds crossing above her head. Her face pushed into the mattress when he lifted her hips, pointing her bottom in his direction. The thong she’d worn to tease and tempt him met the same fate as the pillowcase, the material seeming to disintegrate in his fingers. Okoye panted, spreading her legs, wordlessly urging him on.  

Despite her display, he still asked, “Are you comfortable, my love? Is this what you truly desire?”

His hands drove her mad, fondling the globes of her ass. He pulled them apart, blowing lightly on the puckered hole, awaiting her answer.

“Yes! Yes, please!” She begged, pushing back as far as her position and his hands allowed.

She could only groan in relief at the feel of his thick, slick finger entering her body. (Of course, he would take care of her, fetching the lubricant she’d forgotten to lay out.) Needing more, she arched her back and relaxed her pelvic floor, readying herself for the night’s coupling.