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𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞
𝐈𝐳𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐞𝐦 [𝟏𝟖+]
Warning: freaky yet lovey dovey shit, sensual and intimate scenes.
[A/N: anybody just horny.....? No.. yeah?– Anyways.. this is basically a lil peice of my izogie brain rot cause I saw some emmaculate edits and my spirit was filled 😫]
Tag list: @zeezeecave @mybonafidefeelings @masterajoy314 @blacksapphhicmaddonna
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• If yall are fucking, Izogie loves to be closer than possible.
• She favors being on or near your mouth constantly.
• Izogie has moments where she doesn't/does catch herself from possibly loosing control because you're literally ethereal during and after love making.
• She has no filter, actually- that term doesn't really exist in your relationship because she's so authentic and pure in certain situations, especially when it comes to admiring.
• Izogies looovvess taking her time with you.
• Wether you're being intimate or not, Izogie just makes you have moments of your own when you're overcome with a happiness based from gratitude.
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"Mmm, you don't want to get loud?" Izogie states perfectly with no sort of strain on her voice despite her delivering adequate and consistent deep strokes. She'd love to hear more of your erotic cries but the unavailability you had to talk back to her was interesting to witness.
Your words were caught in your throat, getting backed up by sensual gasps and prickling nerves. "Dont be nervous, you always sound beautiful. Look at me baby." You fluttered your eyes open and met her deep and lustful ones, she slid one hand under your thigh to spread you wider while the other one held your chin.
"How pretty your eyes are.." she smiled at you genuinely as her lashes met her cheeks in a slow blink. All while she was strapping you down, the duality and contrast of her actions making you hum high in your throat, her brows raised shortly afterwards.
"You like that huh, like how I praise you?" You nodded as she continued to maintain the contact between your eyes, her strokes got slower but they didn't lessen in the sureness of hitting your g-spot. She wanted to hold this moment out for as long as you could endure. "Come on, get loud for me, let me know how well I am fucking you."
She slid the hand on your chin down your chest and squeezed one of your breasts, her words simmering on your bottom lip. Everything inside you began to intensify in sensitivity, especially down south. Your walls didn't hesitate to squeeze each breaching moment and your clit would graze the harness of Izogie's strap with how she met your hips each time.
"Ohh, uhn you're– you're m-making me feel so good." Your voice quieted in the end when your orgasm set a grip on you and tugged the internal knot. Izogie leaned her head forward and trapped your bottom lip between her crested teeth. She bit down on it with just enough pressure to make you moan and gently sucked it after for a moment.
"You look so gorgeous when you're about to cum, mh I just wanna–" Izogie deeply inhaled and momentarily rested her head on your sternum with a low curse before reappearing. The hand that you kept on her nape began to tighten and Izogie didn't mind the blunt nail marks your fingers would leave.
It only took four more thrusts before you arched up and wrapped your whole arm around her shoulder, hand spread over the tense muscle of Izogie's shoulder. She slowly fucked you through it until your leg relaxed in her hold following a series of desperate and soft whimpers. Izogie carefully pulled out all six inches and peppered kisses over your face.
"You always make me so proud, my love. Wait here, I'll be back to clean you up." She gave you a firm kiss on the lips before rising up and shuffling off the bed. You smiled to yourself, "I love you." one thing Izogie was capable of was hearing your voice from meters or miles away.
"I love you too!" she called out from restroom, making you chuckle in an un-logical, unreasonable, and random amount of pure joy.
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ex-factor // modern au!officer!izogie
summary: exes who can’t let each other go, based on ‘ex-factor’ by lauryn hill. izogie gets hurt and calls the one person she needs to feel better, but also the same person she should stay away from.
warnings: mentions of injuries (blood, cuts, changing bandages), past relationship, suggestive language.
a/n: i have been neglecting my girl, so i present a treat for u. this is my first angst so lower them expectations pls… those who were asking for izogie content here u go, show her love <3
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it could all be so simple, but you’d rather make it hard. loving you is like a battle, and we both end up with scars. tell me who i have to be to get some reciprocity. cause no one loves you more than me, and no one ever will.
she shouldn’t have called you, she knew that. she should’ve left you alone, let you move on. though, a part of her hoped you’d answer. that you’d sigh, complain about the hour or nature of the call before inevitably caving, but you didn’t. you didn’t do your usual game of answering on the last ring just to keep her on her toes. you didn’t let it go to voicemail before sending a text saying you were too busy or too tired, but not enough to ignore her. you didn’t do anything, and that surprised izogie, maybe even hurt her, but it didn’t stop her.
it didn’t stop her from ignoring the alarms in her head telling her to turn around. it didn’t stop her from pushing the lift button and knocking weakly on door. and it certainly didn’t stop the small smile that crept up her lips as the barrier opened to reveal you.
your tired expression dropped slightly, being replaced by one caused annoyance rather than interrupted slumber. your cardigan fell off one shoulder as you rubbed your eyes while sighing. “what are you doing here, izogie?”
she looked down at you, forearm pressed against the doorframe while the other clutched her abdomen. “when you say my name like that, it almost makes me think you don’t wanna see me,” she laughs gently, immediately groaning lowly after.
this draws you to look down to her midriff, seeing her applying pressure to the area that was an increasingly growing deep red stain on her gray Police Academy shirt. your eyes widen quickly as you open the door entirely to guide her her in, locking it behind you as she leans against the island. “what happened?” you ask hurriedly, walking briskly to grab your emergency kit.
she smacks her teeth, shaking her head. “you worry too much.”
“yeah? you show up battered and broken in the middle of the night too much, so i think i’m well within reason.”
you crouch down, avoiding her eyes watching you as you took out supplies. she stays silent for a moment, unsure if she should attempt to make conversation. it’s been longer than usual since the two of you have spoken, much less been in such close proximity.
“it’s just a graze.” she says finally.
you look up, soaking a wash cloth with water as she continues. “the bullet. it only grazed my skin, didn’t puncture enough to go through.”
“but enough to cause so much bleeding,” you say, reaching to clean the blood from her stomach as she instinctively held up a side of her shirt.
this wasn’t her first time coming here, maybe not her last. the two of you did the whole will they, won’t they dance for nearly two years during your friendship. the tension between you was palpable, and it didn’t help that you got along so well too.
she got all parts of you—the late nights, early mornings, and countless hangouts in between. stolen kisses on hands and foreheads, hugs that lasted a bit too long to be platonic, and roaming hands when one thinks no one else is looking. she would tease and flirt shamelessly, often leaving you with a racing heart and an ache between your thighs.
until one day she didn’t. one day she went all the way. it was heavenly, her giving you so many parts of her. only it was never all of her, and you were okay with that—with waiting. relationships take time, which you understood, but after a year of being together, she still wasn’t ready. she wasn’t ready to introduce you to family, tell you more about her life before moving from her home country, talk about moving in together. she also wasn’t ready to tell you why she was so hesitant, so stubborn with you, hellbent on locking you out.
so, you had to let her go.
“why didn’t you go to the hospital?” you ask, breaking the deafening silence that filled the room. “they could help you a lot more than i can,” you say, gaze glued to your hands applying disinfectant to your wound.
“i’m sure they could, but you’ve always had better bedside service,” she replies, wincing shortly when you press into her stomach. you raise a brow in warning, continuing to clean her injuries.
there was a reason you hadn’t answered her calls, hadn’t replied to her texts. you broke up over four months ago, yet every time she called, you came, and if you didn’t, she’d come to you. the cycle was unhealthy, you knew that, but so is the insatiable drug they call love.
izogie knew that you’d come too, because that’s what you do for those you love. a part of her felt bad for preying upon a vulnerable piece of your heart, the piece that’d she carved herself into, but the other craved being around you, because only you could make her feel better. though lately, you’d been pulling away. the leftover love you held for her was fading, because in your heart you both knew that she wouldn’t change, and that this cycle would repeat until one of you let go.
you finished disinfecting the wound, applying anti-inflammatory healing ointment before wrapping gauze around her torso. once you finished, you looked up at her, finding her eyes already on you. her mouth parted to allow her tongue to wipe over he bottom lip.
“this position is awfully familiar, no?”
you blinked up at her before rubbing your hands over your thighs as you stood. looking around you wrapped your cardigan around yourself. “well, you’re all patched up, so…i don’t see any reason for you to stay.”
“not one?” she asks, head turning as you washed your hands beside her.
you kept your eyes on the suds forming on your hands. “not a good one.” you clarify.
she hums quietly as you dry your hands, turning to face the island as you put away the kit. “you don’t worry about me anymore.” she states instead the usual question. “what if i need assistance changing my bandages?”
“then you go to the hospital, izogie. not show up at my place well after midnight expecting me to fix you.” your reply comes out tired, and you are, so you’re finally letting her know.
“yet you always do, don’t you?” her words come out more bitter than she intends. you shut the closet door, turning to her.
“maybe that’s the problem.”
her face softens, brows that were previously knit relaxing in your presence. you exhale, trying to find the words that have been struggling to come to light for weeks.
“i can’t do this anymore,” you say, motioning between the two of you. “this back and forth, running ‘round in circles thing with you. i did when we were friends, i did it when we were together, but i can’t do it now.”
izogie’s head drops, palms tightening into fists atop the counter as she listens. “i’ve given you so much, and i’ve been fine with hardly anything in return, but i deserve better than that.”
your voice is soft and timid as you speak, fingers fiddling absentmindedly with the hem of your sleeve as your eyes begin to shine. you look down to prevent izogie from seeing her effect on you, but she already has. her heart falters seeing you cry, especially knowing she’s the cause. “so, i need you to go,” you say, sniffing as you look up, as a tear falls down your cheek, “i need you to let me go.”
the taller woman bites the inside of her cheek, an attempt to get that pain to mask the one she felt in her chest. she hated seeing you cry, and would often tell off anybody who did so much as look at you wrong, but this time, she needed to take a long look in the mirror. look at the woman who made the love of her life struggle to hold on to the pieces of herself in her own home.
so she walks around the counter, going to stand directly in front of you as she takes you in, trying to cement the moment to memory. you don’t want to look at her, because you risk breaking the fragile boundary you’ve been trying to create. it isn’t until she shakily whispers, “please, look at me,” that you slowly lift your eyes to hers. her irises are swimming with emotions you know all to well; regret, uncertainty, acceptance.
her lower lip trembles. you frown, wanting to ease her pain, but you know that’s impossible without hurting yourself in the long run. she wraps strong arms around your waist as she pulls you into her. hesitantly, you curl your arms up her shoulder blades, both of you relaxing into the other’s touch. izogie tucks her chin into your neck, closing her eyes as your hands press into her. you feel damp droplets prick onto your skin through the wool of your top as her arms get impossibly tighter around you, wanting you closer.
you stay there. every word left unsaid or actions left undone being released in the moment, being freed.
you’re the first to pull away, hands sliding down her back, trailing down her forearms and to her hands. you breathe deeply as you look up at her, tear-stained cheeks glistening under the warm light.
she keeps her eyes on you as she walks backwards, holding onto your hand until her arms can no longer reach. you fold your arms around your middle, watching her as she grabs the knob, giving you one last look. you close your eyes, looking down to your sock-clad feet, only looking up once you hear the door shut.
gone, you think, which is good. it should stay that way.
right?
i keep lettin’ you back in. how can i explain myself? as painful as this thing has been, i just can’t be with no one else. see i know what we’ve got to do. you let go, and i’ll let go too. cause no one’s hurt me more than you, and no one ever will.
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looking for love {izogie}
summary: Izogie never saw herself falling in love, but falling in love with you was inescapable.
pairing: izogie x black reader
warnings: none, izogie is gay as hell and very career oriented
Izogie never saw herself chasing after love. She'd never even thought about looking for love. Her mind had been set on one thing since she'd become Agojie. She wanted to be Miganon. Under the wing of Nanisca, she was sure to become general. Love was a distraction from all of that and she steered clear, so why did you have to come in the picture and distract her from all of those dreams?
She couldn't help herself with you, staring at you as if you were a constellation any time your were around and becoming a flustered mess when you spoke to her. How could this have happened?
Nawi made sure to give her hell, claiming that "The Great Izogie" had finally been conquered by love after all her big talk about how it was weakening. Every time she teased, she earned a strong punch in the arm from Izogie, but she continued, deciding the pain was worth the look on Izogie's face when she so much as mentioned your name.
Izogie wasn't blind to her feelings. She knew she'd been falling in love with you, but she wanted more than anything to get rid of those feelings. How was she supposed to become Miganon if she was so deeply in love that she couldn't think straight? How was she supposed to protect you and keep you safe if she was constantly focused on you and not the training that she was supposed to spend her waking moments thinking of? These questions constantly popped into her mind, but they were extracted the minute she turned her head to look at your sleeping form beside her. There were no more questions when you were next to her, just you.
Nanisca saw the change, the lack of focus whenever you happened to be passing by and she knew. Part of her wanted to be proud, happy that Izogie had found something to bring her joy, but she knew that Izogie needed focus. She knew what Izogie's goals had always been and she knew that if she sacrificed those goals, she may regret it for the rest of her life. She also knew that if she sacrificed you, she may regret it possibly even more.
"Izogie," Nanisca called as they ended training.
The older woman nodded her head to beckon Izogie over.
"Who is this girl that you are breaking your neck to stare at, hm?"
Panic grew inside of Izogie as she realized she'd been so obvious that her mentor was fully aware of her loss of laser focus.
"She-"
"She is a distraction," Nanisca cut her off. "She is quite pretty, yes?"
Izogie nodded in agreement. She firmly believed you were the most beautiful person on the earth's surface.
"I will not ask you to choose, Izogie. I believe that you are capable of both, but do not forget what you have worked for. If it comes down to choosing, make sure you make the right one?"
With that, Nanisca left her to think. She turned over her shoulder to see you waiting for her quietly. You'd been far enough that the conversation hadn't been heard, but you could sense your love's apprehension to walk toward you.
You extended your hand to her and she felt her heart melt as she walked over, taking it and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. She looked down at the smile on your face and her heart started beating rapidly. One way or another, you would be the death of her.
She was so royally screwed.
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An Acacia Blossom on a Branch of Thorns
Izogie x Doctor!Black!Fem!Reader
I cooked something up for ya @theeblackmedusa and the peeps to eat. You had me dusting cobwebs off my reader x character writing skills. 🤣 Whenever I get back on AO3, I'll toss it up so the peeps can eat over there, too.
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(E/c) eyes inspected the blood that caked the warrior's skin as they sat on a mat hidden behind a tall straw-woven screen.
Izogie watched the doctor's brows furrow as she examined the wound with a frown.
"If you frown any harder, your forehead will form a new wrinkle."
(Y/n) kissed her teeth before letting go of the warrior's thigh. "If I get a new wrinkle, it will be your fault."
"My fault?"
"How did you get such a nasty cut on your thigh?"
"It isn't nasty."
"If you tell me it has character, I will press my thumb against it until you cry."
"I will not cry."
(Y/n) arched a brow. "Oh?"
"Yes, but you'd be a terrible healer if you worsened my injury." She offered a grin. "You remember the one I got on my chest while challenging-"
"-Yes. I recall watching you bleed everywhere afterwards too." She sighed before turning to dunk a cloth into a bowl of warm water. "And patching you up after everyone cheered."
Izogie frowned at the doctor. "It is something to be celebrated."
"To the people of Dahomey, yes."
"You are one of the people too, (Y/n)."
"There isn't a healer in the world that enjoys seeing people get hurt."
"I'm sure there is one."
"Well, I am not one of them." She gently pressed the cloth against the wound.
"Do not let Nanisca hear you saying that."
"I am one of the best healers you women have." (Y/n) huffed before slowly pulling back the cloth and dipping it into the water. "If she kicked me out, you all would send for me within a week."
"You are very confident."
"When you are important, people have to deal with you."
Izogie laughed softly. "That is why I like you."
"You like me?" (Y/n) squeezed the blood out of the cloth, reddening the water before dampening it with a bottle of something.
"I do."
"Is that why you're always demanding I treat you?"
"You are the best healer we have."
(Y/n) laid the damp cloth on her wound and smiled as the warrior cursed at the sudden sting. "I'm glad you think so, Izogie."
"You are a cruel woman." She hissed.
"I try to be." The doctor teased as she focused on cleaning the wound properly. "Although, I'm sorry to say that I only like women who aren't always getting injured to see me."
"I am not always getting injured to see you."
"Sure."
"You have not had to patch me up in two months."
"Is that a new record?"
"Hush."
"Look. I know you're working hard to become miganon, so that if... or when... Nanisca retires or becomes kpojito you'll fall right into where you are aiming to be." (Y/n) sighed. "But I hate seeing you hurt and bloodied, Izogie."
Izogie frowned before lowering her voice into a low whisper. "(Y/n) I have only ever earned a few cuts here and there. I am always careful, so that I can come back to you."
"I know. I just want you to be more mindful when you're out there." She whispered before handing her the bottle of liquor to ease her pain while she worked. "Despite my compitence, I cannot heal everything. I can only do so much and.... I don't know what I would do if...."
"Don't."
She took a grateful gulp of the liquor before setting down the bottle with a sigh.
"Just be more careful."
"I will."
(Y/n) exhaled as she looked over the clean wound. "Well, it's not as bad as I thought."
"See."
"You have escaped stitches this time, but you must keep it clean." She grumbled as she turned to work on making a poultice with a few herbs in a mortar with a pestle.
"I'll do my best."
Izogie fell silent as she watched the woman work on making a paste, filling the air with the strong scent of turmeric and unfamiliar green plants.
(Y/n) was a brilliant woman.
Smart.
Beautiful.
Strong.
And caring, despite the glares that came with it.
Izogie remembered when they first met.
She was a prisoner who had attempted to sacrifice herself to one of her Agojie sisters to save the children of her village.
Baring her teeth with furious eyes.
Holding a dagger covered in something that required an antidote as she kept the children behind her.
She was like a pantheress with cubs.
Promising death to anyone who dared to approach.
Nanisca admired her selflessness and felt she would be a great addition to their forces. So, she took her and the children in and found all of the children safe homes in exchange for her undying loyalty.
Izogie personally enjoyed watching her try to act tough as she trained to become a part of the Agojie.
No matter how hard or painful training was, she always carried herself with mature indifference and a silent lethalness that spared her an unnecessary hazing from her comrades.
Well- everyone but Izogie was deterred.
The woman was always after her.
Yet, no matter how much Izogie talked with or teased her, she always seemed unbothered.
Her clever use of fighting with acacia thorns laced with paralyzing neurotoxins and sedatives during a small mission landed her a meeting with Nanisca and her seemingly endless knowledge of medicine landed her a job with the other healers who tended to the Agojie.
Ever since then, Izogie always seeked her out whenever she was injured.
Whether it was a pricked finger or a 'nasty' gash or bad fever- (Y/n) was always hunted down to help, no matter the hour.
She was skeptical at first but quickly learned that Izogie's presence and persistence was her way of showing she was extremely interested in her.
And that interest led them here.
Izogie tilted her head as her eyes moved up the woman's body.
"Is that a new dress?"
"It is."
"Red looks good on you."
"Thank you. It's great when you're working with someone who's always bleeding."
"Is that someone supposed to me?"
"You are my most frequent patient."
"Then you're wearing that sexy dress for me?" Izogie eyed the cuts in the side that revealed her bare hips if she wasn't careful.
Like she wasn't being right now.
(Y/n) felt her face heat up at the question as she stopped grinding up the paste. "Do not flirt with me while you're all busted up."
"You're not wearing anything under it, are you?" Izogie breathed out as she eyed her hips.
"I was rushed out of bed to come see you." (Y/n) huffed. "It is very late at night, you know."
"So it is for me."
"It is not for you."
"You smell good too." Izogie noted, enjoying the saccharine and floral sent that radiated off her oiled skin. "Did you get all pretty for me, (Y/n)?"
"Am I not always pretty?"
"You're always beautiful."
(Y/n) pointed at the warrior with her pestle and wrinkled her nose. "That liquor must be getting to your head."
"I cannot get drunk on a gulp."
"Sure." She rolled her eyes before scooping up some of the poultice mixture and pressed it carefully into her wound.
Izogie laughed softly and watched her work before whispering. "I am not lying to you."
"I know."
(Y/n)'s gaze slowly moved up from the wound she had covered with the herbal paste and locked with a pair of sincere dark brown.
"You are like an acacia blossom on a branch of thorns." Izogie whispered as her eyes ventured down to her lips. "Very few things have the honor of reaching you and experiencing your sweetness."
Gentle fingers grabbed the warrior's jaw and pressed their lips together.
They both did their best to stay quiet as they pulled each other closer and deepened the kiss.
Izogie tasting strongly of liquor and (Y/n) tasting strongly of whatever herbal drink she had been sipping on before getting summoned to tend to her.
She was sweeter than honeybush, but there was an earthiness to her that made it hard for the warrior to withdraw their tongue from her soft and wet mouth.
Warm hands moved under the red dress to grab her thighs and press her sharp nails against the curve of her hips.
Sharp nails that left angry little welts across her skin until she was squeezing her ass.
The faint sting almost broke her silence as she let out the softest of gasps against her lips and Izogie devoured the sound with a swirl of her tongue.
It was taking everything in the warrior to not push her down into the floor and have her way with her now.
"Izogie, are you done getting treated? Nanisca wanted to hear your perspective on that attack."
The couple pulled apart, careful not to make any sound when (Y/n) accidentally added pressure into her wound with her hand when she tried to support herself as she moved back without falling.
"OW- fuck- what the hell, (Y/n)."
"Well if you were more careful, you wouldn't be in pain." (Y/n) scolded her before mouthing an apology.
Izogie offered a small nod before exhaling shakily as (Y/n) straightened herself up to hide any evidence of their kiss and began to inspect her wound.
Amenza rounded the corner of the straw screen and arched her brow at the two women. "How's it going?"
"She's a mean woman." Izogie grumbled. "She is rough and she scolds me all the time."
"You are like a baby." (Y/n) mocked. "And I scold all of my patients for being reckless. You aren't special just because you are Izogie."
"You say that when you're no longer getting trained to be a member of the Agojie." Izogie arched a defined brow. "You were very quiet when you were at my mercy. When I was the teacher and you were the student."
"You are now at my mercy. You are the patient and I am the healer." She offered a small smile. "So you should be extra nice to me now."
"Oh?"
Amenza couldn't help but laugh. "You cannot bully her now. She isn't an acacia blossom, but a thorn that can mend you or hurt you." Izogie made a face at Amenza as she laughed. "I see now, that being the great Izogie gets you nowhere here, mm?"
"It's like running through acacia thorns, talking to you two." She kissed her teeth in feigned irritation.
Amenza rolled her eyes. "I think talking to us is easier." She watched (Y/n) wrap Izogie's thigh before she began to wash her hands in a bowl of water.
"She's all patched up." Amenza offered a small nod as she listened to the doctor speak. "She just needs to keep the area clean and let it heal. She shouldn't do anything too strenuous for at least a day or two. Give the wound a chance to scab over. Mm?"
"Yes."
Her eyes moved to Izogie. "Take care of yourself." She slapped her shoulder. "And if you tear open your wound again, I will give you stitches and keep you in my home until it is healed completely."
"Do you hear her?" Izogie grinned at Amenza.
"It is a threat you don't want fulfilled." Amenza gave her a warning look before holding out a hand to help her up. "You don't want to fall behind in training."
"Yes. I know. But who'd have thought (Y/n) could be so scary."
She grunted as she allowed her comrade to pull her up.
"She was scary before. You just lack the ability to see it."
"Do I?"
"Yes. I thought she'd slit your throat in your sleep with how much you teased her in training."
Izogie laughed as she practiced walking. "(Y/n) would never."
(Y/n) watched them leave quietly before getting up with a small smile on her lips. She looked around and began to make a mental list of how she planned on cleaning the area and her tools.
But then her mind slowly drifted to thinking about Izogie.
She touched her lips and smiled at the memory of being so close to the warrior.
Even though she hated seeing her wounded, she loved spending time with her and tending to her.
As if she were summoned by the thought, Izogie came walking back around the screen with a slight limp.
"I almost forgot."
"Forgot what-"
Her lips were on hers and she kissed her with as much passion as she could muster for a few long seconds before pulling away.
"Thank you for patching me up, beautiful." She whispered before squeezing her ass and making a fast retreat.
(Y/n) was speechless as she stared after her.
Did Izogie really come back to kiss her again?
All she could do was bite one of her knuckles and curse internally before getting to work.
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Izogie x reader
Izogie x fem!reader
CW: fluff, the two of you in love. Izogie being... herself. A little bit of teasing nothing really sexual though. You're an agojie.
Summary: The agojies just returned to the villiage from a mission. It is hard, two women died in this rescue mission. You and Izogie try to reconfort each other.
A/N: It's a short one-shot. Obviously the reader is black.
It had been two hours since the agojies were back in the village. It had been a quiet walk back home. While everyone was recupering and tending to wounds, you had retreated to your quarters. Everyone had treated the latest mission as a win, and although it was, you still felt grief for your past sisters.
Fortunately for you, your dearest friend was beside you. Izogie had always been a great advice giver, an even greater shoulder to cry on. If you could still marry someone, it definitely would have been her. You remember the two of you growing up dreaming of serving your people with the agojies. And now you two had succeeded at doing it.
"What are you doing all pensive" Her hand had taken you out of your dreamerie. She always had the knack to surprise you, whenever she felt like it. At this point, the two of you were sat down.
"Nothing, just thinking about everything."
"Wow, you're thinking? You should stop hanging with Amenza so much, she's giving you ideas." Her smirk was already forming by the time she finished talking. Amenza was one of the wisest people you'd ever met. Her comment only drew a giggle out of you.
"No just, things changed so much from when we were little girls." Her facial expretion was a mixture of surprised and sadness. However, as soon as it appeared it disappeared.
"Yeah, I remember when you used to cry when it got dark." she had started to laugh, you tried your hardest not to join her. Still, it was so contagious that you ended up laughing too.
It felt good to reminisce about good memories, rather than sad ones. When the laughs died down a bit, the two of you were so close that if you tried to stand up, you'd bump into each other.
As you two were catching your breaths, you were staring directly at her and so was she. Slowly, she laid her hand on your cheek. Gently stroking it with her thumb.
"Is there something on my face?" You whispered at her. You were trying so hard to not lower your gaze on her lips. I mean, she is a beautiful woman, with a beautiful personality. You'd never really thought into it, but, yeah you found her terribly attractive.
She didn't vocally respond to your question, the only thing she did was grab your neck with her free hand and link your lips together. You didn't even think she would do it, but wasn't against it either. The kiss felt the same as the enticipation you'd feel when drinking water after spending the last week in a desert. You kissed her back and eventually, smiled doing it.
"Now, I think I got it." She said with the biggest smiled you'd seen this day.
#izogie x reader#izogie x black!reader#izogie#the woman king#agojie#reader is a simp#honestly just wrighting it because there isnt much#just one out there really#dk if people are gonna read it to be honest#I'll try myself at it.#lashana lynch x reader#lashana lynch x black!reader#lashana lynch#izogie fanfic#izogie fanfiction#izogie x fem!reader
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Gentle Lights Ch) 3
Something short and sweet(?) bc I'm fading fast and needs a sleeb. The author is very tired. She is eepy. The author has had a very long day of writting sins and wants to take just a small sleep. She eeby and neebies to sleebie. audor sleepy and need bed by time. the ator is currently experiencing critical levels of being a sleehjy little guy and needs to go to beb. she is retired and needs to slep. just a little sleejing time as a treat.
TW: Idk how to write fluff... or dialogue...
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“Izogie!”
Warm arms wrapped around her. The scent of honey and oil greeted Izogie as pure elation coaxed tears to her eyes. Oh to be hugged again! To feel something welcoming and familiar!
“We thought you were gone forever!” Nawi sniffed before being overcome with hiccuping sobs. Tentatively, Izogie lifted an arm and shakily wrapped it around her young sister. The warrior did her best to comfort Nawi and fight off sobs herself.
But the tears were all too eager to fall. They stung at her eyes before streaming down and scorching her cheeks. Izogie felt more hands on her shoulders, they pulled upwards. Her limited view of the world shifted as her body was propped upright with Nawi still clinging to her.
Two other figures hovered over Izogie and Amenza shifted into focus. She wordlessly pressed a clay cup to the warrior's lips. Water! Cool, quenching water! It greeted Izogie’s system like a storm in the dry season.
Liquid life trickled down her throat, bringing strength to withered limbs. Izogie gulped it down greedily and it was gone far too soon. Cracked lips parted to voice displeasure but a jug lifted to her thisting mouth quickly dispelled any protests.
After Izogie had drunk her fill, two more sets of arms encased her. The solid embrace of Nanisca and the welcoming tenderness of Amenza breathed strength into Izogie’s sore body. They stayed that way for a time. Tears, sobs and relieved murmurs were exchanged in the quiet moment. However; Nanisca was the first to break away.
“You never cease to exceed what is expected of you. I just wish you’d stop terrifying me in the process.” She chuckled. Amenza shook her head fondly at the comment, playfully smacking Nanisca’s arm.
“Behave!”
“W-we’re so happy to have you home! The palace was horrible and empty without you here!” Nawi cried as she tightened her hold on Izogie. The warrior grimaced when she felt a sharp twinge of pain in her chest and stomach. This did not go unnoticed by her friend who was quick to move away, but only just. She was still practically glued to the warrior’s side.
“Eh? What are those tears for? Just wait and see! When I heal, I’ll really give you something to cry about! You won’t miss me so much after a ten mile run.” Izogie rasped mischievously. Her words made the young soldier gasp and her commanders snicker.
Amenza hummed as a cheeky grin curled her lips. “Bold words for someone who could barely move, not even a few minutes ago.”
Laughter rippled through the room and they settled into relaxed chatter, briefing the soldier on what she had missed. Izogie learned that after she lost consciousness and contact with Nawi, Nanisca had returned, against the king’s wishes, to retrieve them.
She sat awestruck as they recounted how they had led an additional rebellion and burned The Trade to ash. Izogie smiled widely at the lively narration of their triumphant return. She nearly doubled over laughing at how Nanisca snatched the title of The Woman King right from under Shante.
The more she listened, the more her mind and heart relaxed. The soldier let the familiar voices scrub away any lingering burden of worry and fear. She finally felt safe, no longer adrift in uncertainty and pain. Izogie had found her way back to the ones that loved her. She had found her way back home.
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Izogie X Reader
The first time I met her I knew that I would never be able to forget her. Izogie; this name only Is enough to make me lose my mind and drop all pride.
My hand slowly get closer to my private parts as I close my eyes, trying to remember her face. Her, smiling gently , looking at me with this bossy look that makes chills going through my body.
I slowly start to rub my little ball of pleasure as I imagine her hand doing it instead; this makes me sigh softly while the pleasure takes over, I then get a Little bolder in my thoughts and imagine her tongue running through my body, tasting me with passion while slowly moving her hand from my clitoris to my vulva that she stroke gently as if this was something precious that she was scared to break.
The sighing started to sound more like little moans as my hand started to move a little faster, nourished by my indecent thoughts.
- Y/n !
Scared, I jumped while covering myself as I immediately took off my hands from my intimate parts.
This voice, it was her, Izogie.
- Y…yes ?
My heart was beating so fast, not only because I was very scared of being discovered doing such things but also because I still had this feeling of her touching me as if she was really doing those things to me. I tried covering myself as fast as possible when i heard her entering my hut. She looked beautiful, more than thousands of my imaginations. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
I heard that you plan to join us
- Yes …
- I told you that it was a bad idea, you don’t know how to fight
- I do !
- You don’t
I roll my eyes as i look away pissed by her answer
- I want to be like you
- You can’t
- Why not ?!
- You can’t fight
- I can ! and i will prove you
While speaking I walk to the door showing her the way out. It was true that I would have appreciated speaking to her more but right now wasn’t the right moment, and to be honest, I was also a little mad at her.
Following me with her gaze, she lift an eyebrow when she sees me stopping next to the door and as if she didn’t understand the meaning of this act, she sits on my bed and keeps talking, which makes me sight and roll my eyes a second time.
- Prove me ? How ? You can’t even win against Fumbe , and she is the weakest of all
- I didn’t know you had a hobby of talking bad about your trainees.
- Stop it
- Stop what ?! Why are you even here Izogie ?!
- To stop you from doing something stupid
I can tell by the sound of her voice that me screaming irritated her, but she was holding it in and answered me calmly while staring at me bluntly. I was annoyed, pissed , I wanted to punch her irritatingly beautiful face but I don’t think that I would be able to face the consequences, so I held it in.
- Well you wasted your time so now leave please
- Y/n you …
- Leave !
She stayed silent for a moment, which scared me a little, then she slowly stood up and left without a word .
It was the last time I saw her
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MASTERLIST
shuri
not in the way I want to (s,f)
private project (s,f)
rosalie otterbourne
harlem nights (f)
mo washington
coming soon!
riri
drake & drive pt. 1 (a)
izogie
coming soon!
koffee
lockdown (a,f)
lockdown pt. 2 (s,f)
18+
I specialize in fluff & smut, but am not limited to, so request whatever you’d like. i love a challenge!
#shuri x y/n#rosalie otterbourne#izogie#koffee#fanfic#new to tumblr#letitia wright shuri#riri williams#prettymrswright#mrs wrights hot ficpic#mo washington
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writer. Let's spread the self-love 💖
Heat Me Up || Shuri x Reader - this one is just so shdfnvioenbiej!! Every time I return to it I'm like DID I WRITE THIS!!??!!
Rest, My Love || Izogie x Reader - I just really like being one of the first people to write for Izogie. I also really like how sweet it is
Hole-In-One || Caitlin Clark x Reader - I like the concept and it made me smile while writing it
Don't Leave || Vincenzo Cassano x Reader - I had been thinking about this one for months when I finally sat down and wrote it. I like the mafia aspect of it bc I don't write for it usually
One I'm currently writing - I'm just really enjoying the process and how much research I'm doing for it
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i miss my wife izogie 😭🥰
#made a lil edit of her and wow she’s so fineeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee i miss seeing her on here and tik tok#bless the black women on here who went to work and produce the best izogie fanfics i loveee you lot frrrrrrr#izogie#lashana lynch
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[A/N: This was called century old soul where Izogie was nothing but a museum guide and history textbook obsessed nerd who kept wishing to witness the history of the dahomey kingdom first hand and of course it happened. But it wasn't quite working out so this a short drabble of it. *cus I got horny mid-way, yeah, crazy¿*]
[Second edit: this was a couple of months ago btw but I just thought to share because its a greeeat idea, also read the images above before the smut snippet let's you understand more]
18+ smut
| loosely translated fon |
"Y/n, I need you to fuck me." Izogie pants out in-between the session.
"Fuck? Such foul language." You smirk as you pulled back from the kiss and took in her expression, desperate. In your eyes this warrior was desperate for you to please her and it made something within you start to kindle, that small flame.
It grew the longer you stared into her eyes and glanced at the mixed spit that glossed her lips from your sloppy kissing.
"Do you want me to show you how?" You met her eyes again and slowly nodded. Izogie repositioned your legs and slotted them together in a proximity that was nearly threatening to her self control.
"What does this do?"
"Grind your hips into me and see." You followed her husky orders and grinded against her, the pleasure of your pussies rubbing against eachother made you moan lowly, even for a second. You tried it over and over and over. Izogie wrapped an arm around your waist and made some noises of her own that you never really heard often.
But then again, this wasn't the Izogie you knew.
"Just like that, y-yes.. you're doing so good– axɔ́sú ce. My princess" You preened at the praised and went faster as she pitched in with her hips.
"Are you g-giving me control?" You asked yet expected a concise and stern answer, especially in a denying tone that would also make you know your place but what you received was far from that and made you soak uncontrollably.
"If you want it.." Izogie trailed off when she realized that you probably weren't used to that surrending change, a tip in the scale of dominance which your izogie would only allow if you earned it but here this other one came along. Ready to be under you, on her knees for you and beneath one principle that were your instructions.
"I ahn.. I– I want it.." You focused your vision back to her as she smiled and settled back on her hands.
"Then have it, have me the way you want." You weren't following thoughts that were leading with the word should or supposed to, rather senses that blurted do's and try's. You leaned forward and kissed her as your hand held her the neck for a sort of leverage.
"You've— changed?" You got through the feverish kissing and Izogie smirked and pressed kisses on the junction of your damp neck. "And you like it." You nodded and shut your eyes as you both continued to fuck eachother until the bed started creaking and even after that you did activities where they required no rocking.
At the end of night of course, you both were tangled with each other. Sleeping sound.
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naomi’s masterlist - izogie
“you are powerful, more than you know. do not give away your power.”
➯ ex-factor
➯ can’t take my eyes off of you
➯ dating izogie headcanons
#naomis-daydreams#izogie woman king#izogie fanfiction#izogie fanfic#izogie x black!reader#izogie x reader#izogie
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✧˖°.medusa's the woman king masterlist✧˖°.
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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚reply to be added to taglists ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚
* smut
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izogie
always obey izogie *
looking for love
king ghezo
loveliest flower -coming soon *
mine -coming soon *
relax, my king -coming soon
#izogie#lashana lynch#john boyega#king ghezo#the woman king#fanfiction#fanfic#black writer#theeblackmedusa🐍🐍
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Now...if I made a poem style fic about Izogie, Riri, or Shuri...would y'all want to read it?👀
I'm kind of bad at story fics, so a poem is all I got 😭
#izogie x black!reader#riri williams x black!reader#shuri x black!reader#black reader#black fanfic writer
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Gentle Lights Ch) 1
I have clawed my way back from the depths of Hell, reborn and with fics in hand.
TW: Death/ Description of death. and some angst...
Inspired by some amazing works from @shanas-baby @droopycoquette and @zeezeecave
~***~
Pain. It was all consuming, blinding, paralyzing pain. The wailing figure above her blurred in and out of focus. Yet Izogie could recognize her. Yet her thoughts were rushing at impossible speeds. This was death. She was dying.
What should she say? What could she say? A million emotions ripped at her heart and she was running out of time. The darkness was already creeping into her vision.
“Nawi…Y-you move l-like a ssloth…” Izogie gurgled before she succumbed to the darkness…
~***~
Time is an odd thing. Sometimes, if one is unlucky enough, its true twisted and warped nature is revealed. Izogie seemed caught adrift in one such limbo. Darkness that spiraled forever and a gentle rhythmic pulsing were her only company.
A stagnant calm, heavy and static weighed at the warrior’s limbs as Izogie floated in the vast nothingness. Yet something nagged at the back of her mind. Something important. Her mind insisted and made her vaguely aware that somewhere in this odd space, pain thrummed from a distant unknown source.
It annoyed and unnerved her.
“Where was it coming from?”
Occasionally in the static, sounds would slip through the veil of darkness. They warbled and bounced through the cavernous void and Izogie would puzzle over them. At even rarer times light would rip through limbo in thin slices.
Visions would flash in Izogie’s sensitive eyes. A twisted pile of broken bodies, a bloody hand, a sandy shore. None of it made sense and all the while, something somewhere was in pain.
“Where was it coming from?”
With little else to occupy her time the warrior often turned to her thoughts. So this was death? It was more underwhelming than she’d thought. Disappointing even. Despite the numbing calmness, Izogie felt strangely bitter about the thought. And try as she might, she couldn’t help but worry. Had Nawi been captured again? Had she failed that girl yet again? That made the warrior angry. Her… blood? Boiled at the very thought.
thump…
What kind of a mentor was she? To let down a sister, her sister, and abandon her… Guilt tore through Izogie, fueling her rage.
thump… thump…
How weak of her… Nanisca would be disappointed in her, if she weren’t already!
thump…
Thump… Thump…
Rage, guilt, sorrow, and pure stubbornness lit a fire deep in Izogie’s heart. The darkness seemed to shake and warp. The illusion of stagnant comfort was broken. In its place was a murky unease.
She shouldn’t be here…
~***~
#izogie#lashana lynch#izogie angst#izogie fanfiction#the woman king#fan fiction#fanfiction#fanfic#the void#angst fic#multiple chapters#chapter 1#I drink god's horrified tears with ranch#I'm sleep deprived again#here I go killin again
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ENTERTAINMENT
Request: How about where Izogie x reader where y/n and Izogie are in a relationship already and reader is dancer for a parade ( like the ones they do in Rio/Brazil and Izogie comes to to the parade at watch reader performance(I don't see many fanfic like this :') by @darkmemesworld
A/n : first time writer so I'm sorry if it's not that good I'm still in the process of learning more about writing.
IZOGIE X READER
No ones pov:
You were an entertainer to the king you were one of the lead dancers. You so happening to also be in a relationship with none other than izogie, she started having feelings for you when she first saw you dancing for the king and fell for you. She had been watching you from far when. After the dance she approached you and said you are a good dancer flashing you with her classic smirk. After months of flirting with each other you confessed your feelings for one another that's when everything began.
You both started to sneak around for the sake that the others don't find out. That was before Amenza caught her staring at you. That was along time ago now you and izogie are together the Agojie know but the villagers don't know.
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Y/n pov:
I was getting ready for my performance king Ghezo has gotten married to another wife and he wanted my colleagues and I to perform. I was making the last adjustment when you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist only to find izogie looking at you." You look beautiful my love ", " thank you izogie". You responded she leaned in to kiss you but was interrupted by one of your dance partners telling you the show was about to start. You mentally rolled your eyes and looked up at izogie and gave her a quick kiss on her check" see you my love", you said leaving her in the room.
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Izogie pov
I stood watching my beloved dancing for the new wife of king Ghezo. The way her body moved matching the beat of the drums and the concentration on her face with every move she made. She was a very good dancer that's what made me so drawn to her.
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Y/n pov
The routine was finally over and it was time for the feast.i went to my changing room only to find izogie waiting for me with a smirk " hello my love, you did beautifully out there, you seem tired would you like a bath?" I hummed as I started to remove my clothing and wrap myself in a towel. As izogie did the same watching me. We went to the bath area there was nobody around us because everyone was at the celebration. We entered the bath and izogie started massaging my shoulders her sharp nails making me whimper in pleasure as they slightly dug into my shoulder. Her hands traveling to my lower back and caressing the area turning me around to face her and she plants small kisses along my jaw to my lips we stay like that for a moment before deciding to get out of the bath.we entered our shared bedroom and we applied oil to our bodies. We changed into our night clothes. As our night time routine I always massage her back with oil . We laid down together I laid on her chest and we drifted to sleep saying I love you to each other.
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A/n:I hope it's ok I tried:)
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