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half truths pt. 1
Izogie x Nanisca
Izogie didn't die before the end battle - at least not all the way. She has come back home to the palace, but Nanisca knows she isn't all there. Nanisca knows everything - almost. There's a lot of things both of them haven't admitted, but one seems to be taking a step towards vulnerability while one seems to be fighting some internal conflicts. Izogie is still a badass, though.
Mother/Daughter vibes underneath Commander/Lieutenant pairing. There's a lot of respect, but there's also a lot of love.
content warnings: mentions of wounds/scars, enslavement/enslavers, war/battle, weapons, body parts/physical training. (no fluff or smut stuff yet but it's only part one lmaooo).
Fon to English Translations (these may not be perfect, if anybody has any feedback pls lmk!!!):
Dŏwe - Lieutenant
Vǐ ce - My Child
Word Count: 1,935
I love Nanisca, she's never in any fics so I wanted to start out with her and her relationship to Izogie being developed. There's more to come with her and Amenza, and Nawi as well.
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Her eyes were dead set on the pair of strong legs in front of her as she pulled herself up off the ground, again and again - a look of total focus for something far beyond what was before her. Her hands made room for themselves in the hot, burnt orange soil. Her toes bent in, somehow equally as strong as the rest of her body, hinging with her every push.
The sun was just starting to go down, everyone else had finished training that day but the warrior and Nanisca had made a deal to do some extra work to get her back where she was before her injuries. She was lieutenant after all, and despite what happened - she was Agojie. They both were, and neither knew when something else might happen or when new trainees would come. She needed to be ready, they both agreed - despite Nanisca's slight apprehension.
"170...30 more." Nanisca said, rolling the point of a dulled dagger on her finger tip, balancing the blade's end between her other pointer. She knew it was practically nothing for the warrior to complete reps like this, she knew of the long nights and early mornings she spent training in what she thought was secret. Nanisca believed herself to know everything that went on in the palace and within the Agojie. But especially of what her successor was up too. She once did, maybe. But now, she wasn't so sure. She only wish she knew more of what went on in the woman's mind, the place where no one else could see. After so much turmoil, Nanisca felt the need to be more sure now than ever of what was taking place in her orbit.
"10 more. Alternate them." Nanisca coached as she walked behind the woman to check her form from the back, noticing small cuts on her ankles and up her calves. She made note of this, filing it away with the rest of the knowledge she held about what was always going on around her, even if not in front of her. She looked at the woman's arms and shoulders. Her form was perfect, as always.
As the warrior swiftly - precisely - switched arms each rep, it was as if she was holding her breathe. Her core was tight and engaged, her legs never shook like any of the trainees and even some of the other Agojie (to which they tried to hide.). She was always precise, always on time, and always solid.
"You may stop now." Nanisca said, bringing her mind back to focus.
The warrior brought her knees forward and sat down, arms stretching behind her. She caught her breath, in quiet but big gulps.
"Tell me, Izogie, what have you been doing while I am not watching?"
The warrior hiccuped and choked on the air she was attempting to restore rhythm to for a split second, recovering quickly.
She didn't answer, silence sat between them aside from the sounds of Izogie's breath returning to center.
"You have nothing to say, Dŏwe?" Nanisca paused, waiting to see if the warrior would respond. She wanted the truth, as she had always gotten from Izogie without question. She felt a familiar pang of frustration quickly dispel into consideration and concern as she looked at the warriors hand shake as she tried to hide it behind her thigh. She had never seen her shake before.
"Vǐ ce?" She asked again, softer. She had always felt softened about Izogie but Nanisca had buried her softness a long time ago. Until now. Until Nawi. She internally cursed herself for missing so much that she could've had. So much with Izogie, so much with the other Agojie, so much with Amenza - her truest friend, her truest something in so much nothingness she had endured. She often spent time yearning for who she once was, knowing she would have to grieve a girl that never got to exist. She didn't want that for anybody else, Agojie or not. Responsibility or not.
Izogie's eyes traced her arms and the scars that lay on them as she looked for the words to say, the worry of her secret trainings being known to the Miganon sitting in the forefront of her mind. Something else, sitting behind it. She eased a bit as Nanisca called her that word - child. She had not been a child in so long.
"I... I have been doing some extra trainings, alone. I apologize for keeping it a secret, Miganon. I have felt like I need to improve since the last battle with the Oyo and the slavers. I almost didn't make it out. I was shot.. twice. And thought dead until Amenza... well you know. What's worse is I nearly gave up before that.. I nearly let someone else decide my fate. If not for Nawi then..."
Her brow furrowed as she mindlessly brought her palm to one of her newer scars. If you can even call it a scar - it had not yet healed fully. A sometimes dull, sometimes sharp pain sat within the woman's core and chest, every day.
In the absence of a response from Nanisca, Izogie continued, trying to pull herself together. She cannot slip, not here, not now.
"Then I would be dead. Or worse."
"I do not want to fail Dahomey ever again. I do not want to fail you, ever again..." She said, meaning it wholly. "An- Anyway, I apologize Miganon. I accept any puni-".
"I do not train sorry women. I do not welcome home failures." Nanisca started. Izogie's eyes darted to the other woman's eyes, taken aback by the returning sternness, and shock at what she was hearing.
"You did not die. And when you were taken, you still sought to follow my orders to slit your throat, even in the midst of your own life hanging in the balance. Yes?" She nodded at the warrior, asking more than telling.
"You fought until the very end, and even further. You would have died anything but a failure. But...I am glad you did not slit your throat. I am glad you are home, here with us. With me..." Nanisca looked deep into her eyes, in a way only a mother could - even if she didn't know she was a mother, really. Then she looked away.
"But I am not glad that since you have returned, you have not been the honest woman I know you to be. You think I do not know what happens in this palace? That I do not know you are more tired in the mornings than normal? That I do not see the repairs made to the training equipment, or see the blood left behind in the bath? I hear your pain at night when you do actually try to sleep, and I know you do not frequent the healers the way you should be. I hear you telling half truths, Izogie." Nanisca set her dagger down and walked over to face the warrior fully.
"I am asking about the cuts on your legs, the scent on your clothes when you greet me. The look in your eyes during the day. It is not just grief that you feel. Am I wrong?"
The warrior was speechless, a new feeling for her. Her head dropped low, examining the soil with her eyes as they welled with hot tears. One fell to the ground between her legs, making the orange soil turn muddy. She fought them with everything she had in her, which didn't feel like much anymore.
Nanisca knelt next to her, grabbing her face with her fingers softly wiping away a tear or two, and lifting her chin.
She was softer than Izogie remembered her being. She knew she had Nawi to thank, although she probably wouldn't.
"Do not bow your head to me like I am nothing more than a commander. In battle, you would hand me the same sword that would keep you alive in less than a thought. You think I would not offer you even my ear?" She seared into Izogie's eyes with a passion she had not felt with anyone but Nawi. She felt like she was looking at her child, as much as she was looking at her sister and her comrade.
The warrior sat, silenced by her own mind. She knew what the Miganon was talking about. Her time spent outside the palace lately. Izogie has always been one to do her own thing, but she had never been out so frequently. She had never been secretive with Nanisca, even as a trainee. She always told the truth, loudly and openly for all to see and hear. She had always kept her sworn loyalty, without question and without force. Izogie loved being Agojie, and she respected all the rules that came along with being in the palace. She respected Nanisca, and she loved her. Quietly, underneath her reverence for the Woman King. But this was something she knew even the Miganon could not advocate for, or maybe even understand. She knew it had to be a secret.
She closed her eyes and opened her mouth trying to say something. Anything. But the sharpness had returned and she groaned instead.
Nanisca let her face go and squeezed her shoulders tightly as she stood.
"I will not ask again today. I trust in you the way I trust in myself. I know my own mind so I know yours, too. Do you trust me, Izogie?"
The warrior stood, arm bent over her core.
"I do, Miganon. Without question."
Nanisca nodded slowly, knowing the warrior meant what she said but also knowing that she was going to keep whatever was going on from her for now. She knew the woman well, and well enough to recognize the look in her eye was as genuine as it was privately holding a secret. She wiped her hands on her tunic to rid of the dust from the ground and prepared to leave, sheathing her dagger. She could forgive one secret, for now, off the respect that this woman died for her daughter and fought to defend for her own life many times before.
"I do not approve of your trainings." She said in a voice that suggested she was back to business.
"But I will never take your body from you the way the slavers tried to, the way the Oyo did to me. You will figure it out. I give you two orders, lieutenant. Let yourself heal."
Izogie nodded her head as she stood at attention.
"I will be listening when you are ready to tell me the truth."
She turned to walk away as Izogie stood there, in pain and drained from her training and the workings of her own mind.
"Miganon!" She called after the woman.
"What is the second order?" She asked, eager to please her commander again, not knowing she never stopped.
The Miganon turned only her head for a moment, before turning it back forward as she continued to walk.
"Never bow your head again, not in this palace and not anywhere else."
Izogie stood there, holding her breath again as Nanisca entered back into the palace walls and about the rest of her business. Once she was out of sight, she sighed deeply and relaxed her arms and shoulders. She wasn't sure what to make of what just happened but she felt comforted and at the same time, all the more conflicted than before.
She grabbed her weapons and headed to her chambers to change.
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hey y'all, this is my first fic in a long time. its gonna be a short series, so pls lmk what you're thinking and any feedback you have! (literally I am begging pls) thank you so much for reading 🥹
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stuck with you
For the izogie girlies 🤍
summary: short lil one shot abt pregnant!reader x izogie moving into a new place.
“Izogie!” You call from upstairs, you hear quick and heavy footsteps up the stairs after a second, you finally see your wife in all her glory. She readjusts the strap of overalls as she approaches you.
“Yes, my love.” She murmurs, wiping some paint off of her hands on her thighs. You’ve been spending the last two days and nights painting the walls of your brand new home. You can admit that izogie has been doing the bulk of the work and instead of helping you’ve caught yourself staring at the way her back flexes in her white tee.
But you have a good excuse. She stares at the cold paint on your belly and chuckles. Instead of doing your section of the wall, you figured it be more fun to paint the white paint on your swollen belly.
“And how will you get this off your skin?” She ponders as she takes two steps to be next to you. She looks down at you from where you’re seated on the floor and shoves her hands into pockets.
“That’s not what I called for, I’m really craving something sweet.” You smile up at her. Lately your brand new cabinets have been filled with slurpies, ice cream, Twix, anything you can get your hands on.
She chuckles as you ignore her question, the biggest smile stretching on her face. You wonder how she doesn’t ever get irritated with you.
At night, you shove her so far away from you that she’s on the edge of the bed but yet, she wakes you up with breakfast in bed. Sometimes you break into tears, sometimes multiple times throughout the day and she comforts you every time. Whatever you ask for, she brings with quickness. Even after her long days at work, she listens to your nagging and complaining about her not being home with you.
“I saw these caramel apples at the candy store,” she suggests and you feel your mouth salivate at the thought.
“Sounds good, like real good.”
“I bet.”
She lowers herself so she’s squatting behind you, a soft hand trails up your neck. Her grip is nowhere near tight as you lean back for a kiss.
You expect one or two quick pecks, but instead she kisses you once, twice, the third one lingers and before you can slot your tongue into her mouth, she pulls away, standing up and adjusting her overalls again. You lie all the way down so your back meets the hardwood floor.
“What the fuck? Where are you going?”
“To get the caramel apples.” She shrugs, you can’t even protest because she’s already out the door by the time you’re able to turn around. The stupid apples weren’t even on your mind anymore.
“I’ll be back, my loves!” She hollers and the quick slam of the door follows.
You try to get up but your swollen belly is in the way.
“Fuck.”
You’re stuck till she comes back.
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Hey sugaplum, you hungry? I got a little something for you! Plot? What plot? I tried this time, I really did, to feed you something more than shameless smut, buuttt...here we are lol. Enjoy!!!
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A Day In The Life
The sun is brightly shining, the cloudless sky is brilliantly blue. Sounds of the village coming to life outside the palace walls fill the early morning air. The day is fairly warm already, but a steady breeze provides some respite. Breakfast will be wrapping up soon for the Agojie, and you sit soaking up these final moments with your beloved before she must head to the training grounds. You recline on the steps next to Izogie, side by side, her hand in yours. The sunlight is framing her ebony profile, a golden halo surrounding her making her skin seem to glow. Your eyes are drawn to her beauty, a soft smile gracing her lips, her facial features at peace, the stern warrior mask not yet in place. You caress her hand, your fingers draw to hers, mind wandering over all the things they do to you, all the things they make you feel. Her chuckle brings you out of your musing.
“Something on your mind?”
She’s looking at you, smirking, her lips soft and luscious, begging to be kissed by you. You’re staring again, lost in thought of her wonderful mouth. Another chuckle draws you back to reality and finally you meet her gaze.
“Yes…you…” Your eyes are half lidded, shameless as they take her in. Her smirk breaks out into a full-blown grin.
“Will you eat with me at lunch today? I wish to eat in our room.” She requests.
The innocent look she had on her face belying her tone, which was an octave too low. Not quite sultry, but definitely inviting. You return her grin and bob your head yes, not quite trusting your voice as Nawi approached. She smiled and waved to you in greeting before turning to Izogie.
“Good morning, Izogie. My mother wishes to speak with you before the morning run.”
“Good morning, TseTse.” Izogie greets rising from her spot next to you, her hand lingering in yours as she starts to step away.
“Come.”
She’s talking to Nawi, but she is looking at you and it sends an electric pulse straight to your center making you bite your lip to hold in the whimper that threatened to escape. She shoots you another smirk as she takes her leave. Your eyes devour her departing image, visions of this morning still fresh in your mind.
Dawn was just breaking, casting its soft glow around the room. You were pressed flush against Izogie, your back to her front, shades of brown melding together as her arm encircled your waist. Skin to skin from your ankles all the way up to the spot where her lips were placing tender kisses along your shoulder and up the column of your neck. You loved the way you melted into her touch, the way her warm skin on yours made you feel comfortable, made you feel safe. This must be what heaven feels like, cozy and treasured, you could spend eternity in her arms. You feel her smiling against the nape of your neck at the involuntary shiver that courses through your body, and you turn in her arms, gently cupping her face as your gaze meets hers. The kiss that followed was soft and sweet, without any urgency, a gentle greeting filled with love. “I love waking up to you.” she says as you part. The corners of your lips turn up before giving her a radiant smile. She litters your face with kisses before turning to get out of bed and start her day. “Can you stay a little longer” you pout, not yet ready to share her with the world. She laughs, a melodious sound, before turning back towards you in bed…
The sound of the trainees heading out for their run brings you out of your reverie and you turn, hoping to catch one last glimpse of her on her way out. You aren’t disappointed, she catches your eye and throws a smile and a wink your way before disappearing from view. A contented sigh leaves you as you stand, a grin plastered on your face and a bounce in your step, ready to tackle your tasks for the day. The sooner you got done, the sooner you could get back into her waiting arms.
It didn’t take you long to get halfway through your list, but time seemed to crawl by as you went about your chores, the anticipation has been slowly building inside you. It’s near the midday break and the sun, along with your wayward thoughts, have you seeking out a shade tree to pass the minutes until lunch. You find a suitable one, not far from the Agojie sparring grounds, where you can watch your love manhandling the trainees. Her lithe form is glistening in the sunlight, hard muscles twisting and turning beneath soft brown skin, a thin sheet of sweat covering her body. You find yourself biting your bottom lip, a little moan slipping out, maybe sitting this close wasn’t such a good idea after all. Your already heated thoughts are doing summersaults over each other, the site before you only fueling the visions of you two together in your head. Thankfully the bells soon sound, lunchtime has finally arrived. Izogie dismisses the trainees before sauntering over to where you are seated. She is the epitome of sexy and she knows it.
“Close your mouth, you look like a...”
Your eyes narrow and she cuts out into a laugh as she pulls you to your feet, wrapping her arms around your waist. Her lips are on yours before you can even make a smart remark, her tongue invading your mouth, the kiss fiery and deep.
“I missed the way you taste.”
“Don’t start something you can’t finish.”
You speak at the same time making you both giggle, giddy and slightly breathless from the kiss. It amazes you how even after all this time, Izogie can still make the butterflies in your stomach take flight. Dark eyes flaked with gold are staring down at you, gazing into your soul. They left you with an eager longing, wanting nothing more than to feel her lips on yours again. She leans in towards you, her lips ghosting yours before trailing up to your ear.
“Race you!”
Then she is gone, her laughter trailing behind her as she speeds towards the palace. Your shocked gasp is short lived, and you take off hot on her trail, she knows this the only way she can beat you in a foot race. She slows to a stop near the gate, turning, ready to gloat in her victory, but you keep running, blowing right past her, your eyes on the lunch line ahead. The chase is on again, the few Agojie who can see your mad dash cheering you on. You skid to a halt at the end of the line, an eyebrow raised and a smirk gracing your lips, you wait for her to arrive.
“One day I will beat you.” She grins.
“But not today.” Came your cheeky reply.
You both wash up and grab a bowl, already eating as you make your way to your room. The banter is carefree and adoring on the way there, a mix of teasing and asking about each other’s day so far sprinkled with sultry and knowing looks. She makes it through the doorway first, you follow placing your bowl in hers on the side table by the door. As soon as the bowl has left your hand, Izogie is pulling you to her, warm lips seeking out yours. Her tongue is delving deep in your mouth drawing tiny whimpers from you as she guides you backwards towards the big table in the middle of the room. The backs of your thighs barely graze the frame before she is picking you up, roughly sitting you on the edge. Your excited squeal is swallowed up as she continues to ravage your mouth, sliding her body in between your spread legs closing the gap between you. Your hands slide over her shoulders, locking into place at the nape of her neck while hers grip at your hips. Urgency is radiating off her in waves, in the fervor of her lips and the groping hands now stalking up your thighs, you both know you don’t have long. You tear your lips away from hers to pepper hot kisses along her jaw and down the scar on her neck, pausing at her pulse point, suckling, tongue swirling drawing a low moan from the warrior. Hungry hands spread your thighs further apart, one coming to rest on your hip, the other pressed against your throbbing heat, caressing you through your clothes. Your hips are rolling, you want desperately to increase the pressure, you need more. Just as her fingers were making their way inside your panties…
“Ahem!” Amenza chuckles as she clears her throat from the open doorway. “Izogie, Nanisca requests you.” Another chuckle.
Simultaneous groans fill the air as your head falls to Izogie’s shoulder.
“Coming Amenza.”
She pulls back slightly and with her free hand she hooks a finger under your chin and tilts your face up, looking you in the eye as her lips meet yours in a promising kiss. Please stay, it’s on the tip of your tongue when she breaks away, cool air replacing the previous heat of her body, but you know the answer, duty calls.
“Tonight, my love” she whispered before heading towards the door.
Izogie glances back and the sight makes her steps falter. Your head is thrown back, legs still spread, one hand palm down on the table, the other traveling up your thigh headed for your center hoping to ease the ache left in her wake. She is torn, her body takes a step back towards you before she realizes it, but she shakes her head trying to clear it. Tempting as a quickie might be, she knew it was only going to tease her, leave her craving more. No, she would wait so that she could completely immerse herself in you.
“Aht. Mine.”
The bark snapped your head up, a pleading whimper falling from your throat, but you oblige.
“Yes, daddy” you reply, giving her an innocent doe eyed look.
She’s back across the room in two strides, her lips taking yours in a searing kiss, branding you, claiming you as hers. You didn’t call her that often, but when you did, it always had the same effect on her, igniting something primal deep in her core. She breaks apart with an exasperated groan, taking off at a jog to catch up to Amenza. You are left hot and bothered, chest marginally heaving, still sitting atop the table. You take a few calming breaths, trying to reign in your runaway libido before jumping off the table. You needed to do something to occupy your thoughts and hands, fast. With the last few tasks in mind, you set off to finish your chores.
The rest of the day passes uneventfully, much of your time spent outside the palace picking herbs for the healers. Baskets full to the brim, you head back inside stopping briefly when you catch sight of Izogie. She is in the middle of the training grounds with the trainees in a big circle around her, turning to face each one as she gave instructions. You watch as she gets into position several feet in front of a training dummy, setting her feet then lunging forward landing multiple body blows before decapitating the dummy in one smooth strike. She makes combat look so effortless. You carry on your way smiling faintly, your mind already on the night ahead.
Once the herbs have been dropped off, you head to the bathhouse stopping by your room to grab your favorite lavender soap first, Izogie loves the scent. The temptation to linger in the tepid water is gone without her by your side, so you make washing up a quick affair, eager to be by her side once more. Your body lathered, rinsed, and freshly dressed; you head out of the bath house to the sound of the dinner bells. You spy the trio of warriors, Nanisca Izogie and Amenza, deep in conversation across the courtyard. A sigh escapes you; you have a feeling you’ll be eating dinner without her, but at least this means there should be no interruptions when she does make it home. Your eyes meet across the distance, and she flashes you a grin before turning her attention back to Nanisca. You grab a bowl and sit on the steps eating and conversing with Nawi, doing your best not to gawk at Izogie before eventually retiring to your room for the night.
The sky has darkened, the clouds look like they could burst at any moment, and lightening dances across the sky; a storm is brewing. The door softly opens and closes announcing her presence, but you are lost in thought, staring out the window at the formidable sky. Strong yet gentle arms embrace you from behind.
“You smell so good” Izogie whispers as she litters kisses down your neck and over your shoulders, reveling in the noises that involuntarily slip out of your mouth.
You sink into her embrace, her closeness igniting a passion within you, her hands blaze a trail of fire as they cup and toy with your breasts through your clothes. One hand slid down to grip across your waist, pulling you tight against her while the other circled and pinched at your nipple through the fabric.
“I need you bad” you breathe, your head lolling to the side to grant her lips better access.
Izogie spins you, pushing you against the wall and pinning your hands above your head. You are trapped, her body pressing into yours from knee to chest, but escape is the furthest thing on your mind. Her lips take yours in scorching kiss, tongues dueling wildly, the intensity of it has you moaning into her mouth, her free hand gripping at your throat. She squeezes slightly, sliding a leg in between yours, pressing her thigh into your damp heat. Your body arcs as you grind down onto her, a moan caught in your throat as she tightens her grip. She releases you, her lips kissing a path to your ear, her chest still on yours crowding you into the wall, her hands now on your hips, guiding them up and down her thigh.
“I’m going to make you scream my name.” She murmurs against the shell of your ear.
Thunder rumbles and your body quivers, a lusty moan your only response. One hand is clutching at her shoulder, the other cupping the back of her head holding her in place as she nibbled at your lobe. She eases back just enough to remove your top, your breasts plopping out into her waiting hands. Your hips never cease their rhythm as her hands begin to knead your luscious mounds. Her thumbs graze softly against your pebbled buds sending electric jolts straight to your core.
“I need…” Your words trail off in a gasp as she lifts her leg adding pressure to your grind.
“Tell me what you need love.” She coos, her fingers pinching and rolling your nipples.
You take her right hand and guide it down your body to where you need her most. She doesn’t bother taking your skirt off, simply pushing your panties to the side, two fingers languidly massaging your engorged bud. Her fingers slip lower, dipping in your dripping entrance before returning to your nub, she can feel how much you want her in the throbbing of your clit.
“Inside. Now.”
Lightning flashes as her eyebrow arches and with a growl she takes you hard and fast. Her fingers sink deep and momentarily still, her forehead falling against yours as your walls clench around her, your sticky essence coating her palm. A moan tumbles out as you grind your hips, and her fingers take up a languorous motion, curling deep before sliding out and slamming back inside. She sets a feverish pace, stroking your g-spot, with every thrust. She’s only just begun, and already you are flying towards an orgasm. You grip at her back trying to ground yourself, you want to hold it off, to bask in the moment a little longer, but it is no use, your walls are already spasming and your thighs are clenching hers as she continues to dig you out.
“...’Zo…”
“I know baby…I know…”
The feeling of her fingers deep inside you and the sound of her voice in your ear, always a deadly combination, sends you plummeting over the edge. Your legs are shaking, threatening to give out, your hands weakly grasping at her shoulders, but she doesn’t stop. Her hand is caught between her thigh and your soaking pussy. She could no longer thrust in and out, but her fingers, her fingers, were deep inside your gushing heat fluttering against your sweet spot. Your moans resonate around the room as she whispers praises in your ear, urging you on. Your body shudders as your juices stream over her hand and down her thigh, your entire body trembling, weak as pleasure overtakes you again. Only then does she begin to slow.
Your lips seek out hers in a steamy kiss as she slips out, shudders still coursing through your body as she wraps you in her embrace. Your hands are almost frantic as you pull at her clothes, desperate in your need to feel her skin on yours. She unwraps your skirt and steps back allowing the clothes to fall to the floor. You reach for her greedily licking your lips, but she smirks and grabs your hand, leading you to the bed.
“First, I want to taste you.”
Lightning cracks and thunder vibrates the sky, as fat raindrops begin to pelt the earth. She sits on the edge of the bed, sliding off your panties before pulling you to straddle her lap, both sets of hands exploring every inch of silky skin they could reach. Honied kisses were placed along your collar bone and over your chest as she lay back, drawing you along with her, pulling you up her body until your succulent breasts were dangling right above her face. From one ebony globe to the other, she suckles and swirls her tongue, her hands squeezing at your ass, rubbing your wet pussy over her abs. With a groan you crawl up until your knees are on either side of her head, your glistening mound hovering just a breath above her parted lips. Feathery kisses greet you seconds before she starts to feast in earnest.
Your shins flush against the bed, her elbows hooked around your waist, one palm pressed against your stomach, the pointer finger of the other hand drawing lazy circles around your clit, head buried deep between your thighs, tongue even deeper in your core. A moan is ripped from your chest as she drags her tongue up to replace her finger, her mouth enclosing your aching bud. Sloppily she slurps you up, tongue flicking against your clit, her moans sending vibrations straight to your center. She changes the pace, tongue swirling lazily before popping you out of her mouth, languidly slurping you up over and over.
“Fuuck baaby…”
She is slowly driving you insane, edging you to your peak, you fall forward on your hands, her arms still locked around you. Pleasurable waves are washing over you in a crescendo, she has you wavering on the edge. Bit by bit, the coil in the pit of your stomach has been winding tighter and tighter. She latches onto your clit slowly shaking her head from side to side, humming as she savors your exquisite taste. Your climax blindsides you, forceful as it rocks through you. Body quaking, you scream out in bliss, your juices coating her lower face.
She slips from under while you’re still spasming on your hands and knees, heavy lidded eyes follow her movements as she slips the harness over her hips, a feral gleam in her eye. She steps behind, grabbing you by your thighs pulling you to the edge of the bed, and you whimper in anticipation. Slowly she drags the head up and down your slick folds, thumping the tip against your swollen nub, before sliding up and hesitating at your pulsating entrance.
“Please…”
Inch by inch she presses forward until she is seated fully inside you, a groan falling from her lips as your walls clutch at her length. She sets a steady pace, drawing only halfway out before drilling into you over and over again. A smack to your ass cheek brings a yelp from you as grip the sheets and fuck her back harder. A growl grumbles through her as she seizes your hips.
“Is that how you want me baby?”
Each word accompanied with a thrust as she leans back, stroking even deeper inside you. The force of her strokes sends you to your elbows, your arms no longer able to support you, your moans are almost nonstop.
“Daamn daaddy…”
The pressure inside you is building, it’s almost too much to bear, you feebly crawl forward on the bed. But Izogie stalks your every move, her hips never stop rolling, dirty grinding deep inside you.
“This your pussy daddy…I belong to you…”
She pulls back then slams her hips into yours, sending you headlong into euphoria, your entire body convulsing, her name a chant, screaming from your lips. Higher and higher she compels you on, words rambling from her lips, she’s on the verge of her own bliss.
“You feel soo good…that’s it baby…don’t hold back…”
As if you could, each stroke of her stuttering hips rubbing that spongy spot deep inside, it felt as if she was caressing your soul. Ecstasy explodes around you as you both plunged into a pleasurable abyss. When she calms enough to breathe normally, she slips out of you and out of the harness before climbing back into bed beside you, pulling you into her embrace. You lay with your head on her chest, her heartbeat created a rhythmic sound that soothed your spirit, lulling you further into your peaceful cocoon. Her soft voice guides you as you slip into the dreamscape.
“Sweet dreams, my love.”
A/N: Soo, what do you think?? As always, all feedback is swooned over!!!
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Rest, My Love || Izogie x Fem!reader
Summary: Izogie needs to be pampered after a long day
Warnings: requested, fluff, suggestive content, black!reader
Word Count: 1.3k
A/n: This was requested by @szalipcombo
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You could feel her muscles move under you as you rubbed and pulled at her skin, kneading the knots away from her muscles. Her groans and soft whimpers filled your room and your ears, making your heart soar at the thought of pleasing your lover. You could make out every tick, flinch, and quiver her torso made under your thighs. You felt her muscles ripple as you massaged her shoulders. Their tenseness always amazed you, you could rub them for hours today and your love would still come back in knots tomorrow.
Her head rested in her arms as she lay on her stomach with you straddling her back. Her intricate braids hypnotized you as her skin slipped and rubbed against your hands with the help of the yangu oil.
“There is one trainee that stands out. All of the new ones are good, strong. But, her? She is different,” she explained, hints of a groan making its way into her tone.
“Hmm,” you acknowledged, not paying attention to what she was saying, too lost in your own world.
Your mind was far off in the distance, thinking of how Izogie puts her muscles to work. Small moments playing in your mental theatre. Like when she lifted you on her shoulders to reach the mangos on the top shelf, or when you asked her to fill up a water jug by the river and she came back with two in each arm. You stopped yourself from clenching your thighs, the sight of your lover smirking up at you was not one you wanted to see tonight. The gloating she would do for the rest of the week would drive you insane.
“I call her Tse-tse,” she informed you proudly, head shifting to look to the right.
“Tse-tse,” you repeated, the name making you laugh. “What did she do to earn that title?”
Her deep voice made your soul happy. Little did you know that your little giggle made her soul happy. It was a sound she didn’t get to hear often, especially with the recent spike in Oyo attacks on villages.
“She constantly undermines us,” Igozie continued to complain. “Today she placed gunpowder in the solider’s heads. They exploded the moment we sliced through them.”
You chuckled as your thumbs circled under her shoulder blades, her back rippling, reacting to your touch. You gazed upon her armbands, the material straining to hold her muscled arms. The oil continuing to leave a honey-like glaze on her skin.
“She sounds a lot like you,” you giggled in endearment, leaning down to kiss her right shoulder.
“Like me,” she screeched.
“Yes,” you giggled more. “Look at it this way, my love.”
She went silent and you could visualize her eyebrow rising as her gaze became judgmental. You could picture her crossing her arms and staring down at you, effectively intimidating you.
“Well, I’m listening,” she mocked, eyes straining to see a glimpse of you.
“Remember when you were a trainee? How many times did the Meganon take your sword? How many times did you question her?”
Izogie was silent, knowing the answer.
“You’re supposed to be on my side,” she huffed. “Why are you against me in this.”
You rolled your eyes and continued to dig the heel of your palm into the nape of her neck. Her skin was silky from the constant oils and moisture placed on her skin but littered with bumps and ridges from the scars she wore with pride. A symbol of her dedication and love for her people.
“Be on my side,” she whined, the whiskey she drank earlier showing its effects.
“Remember the saying what goes around comes around, I believe that’s how the Europeans say it,” you started. “Well, I suppose this is payback for giving Meganon such a hard ti-”
Your sentence ended with a high-pitched squeal as Izogie flipped over, you now straddled her waist, facing her. Her hands naturally found your waist and you shivered as she ran the sharp of her nails up and down the sides of your torso.
“Do you remember what I say,” she questioned as she sat up, crossing her legs under you
Her chest rose and fell against yours while her eyes were dead set on you. A look of strictness and love mixed in her irises as her hands moved to squeeze your waist. You held your breath as she leaned into your left ear.
“Always obey Izogie,” she whispered, hands coming up to caress your upper back before kissing your neck. “Hmm. And I believe I said take my side.”
“I always obey,” you whispered, barely audible, your thighs now clenching around her waist.
Your heads now rested on each other's shoulders. Your breath was calming and tranquil, something unusual for Izogie, it felt foreign to her. To feel such peace. She had become so used to the heavy breathing of running and fighting that now, just sitting and breathing slowly, was something that felt strange.
“I love you,” you whispered. “I always fear for you when you leave the palace walls. When you leave Dahomey for Ouidah. It is hard to sleep, knowing that your love might not return to you.”
Izogie didn’t respond, choosing to nuzzle deeper into your neck, placing wet kisses everywhere she could.
“I know what you do is good,” you continued, rubbing her back. “But, I hear stories about the infantrymen’s wives. I see how they grieve when their husbands die.”
She continued to stay silent, basking in the feel of your skin on hers. However, you could sense her breathing get shaky as her grip on you tightened.
“Listen to me,” she began, lifting her head from your neck and bringing her hands to cage your face sweetly. “Look at me. I can’t promise that I’ll come back.”
Your heart began beating faster, her eyes still had a strictness in them now mixed with compassion and love. Your hands found her wrists and wrapped around them softly.
“What I can promise is that when I’m fighting, I fight for you. For your safety, to come back to you.”
Her hands stayed where they were, thumbs now rubbing your cheeks. Her eyes searched for understanding in yours, eyebrows furrowing in a desire to see her lover be on the same page as her.
“I love you,” she stated strongly, ”And I love the Agojie. I love being able to protect you from everything that wishes to harm you. I love being able to come home, knowing that I did everything in my power to keep you safe. I just want to keep you safe.”
You glanced up at her through your eyelashes. You gazed at her eyes as you saw the emotion that swirled in them. Bringing your hand to grab her left wrist, you put her palm to your lips, planting a small kiss on her hand.
“I know, my love,” you agreed. “I just want you to be happy, and cared for. I know the trainees are a lot but please come to me before it gets to be too much instead of at your breaking point.”
“It’s not the trainees, my treasure. It's the Oyo, it's the Europeans, it's everyone. Everyone wishes for Dohomey’s end,” Izogie let out, forehead falling back on your shoulder.
You brought your hand to her hair, scratching and massaging her scalp. She groaned into your shoulder at the satisfaction she felt at your nails. Her thumbs on your upper back rubbed against your shoulder blades.
“I just wish everything would stop for us,” she continued, her eyes drooping down.
“Come with me, precious,” you smiled softly. “Lay here with me.”
You laid down first and opened your arms for her. As Izogie lowered herself down, you got a peak at her muscles once more, working to support her. They rippled, tensed, and relaxed when she placed her head on your shoulder, snuggling into you.
“Everything is stopping for us now,” you whispered. “Just sleep and rest, my love.”
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A/n: Please leave me some feedback <3 constructive criticism is welcomed
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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
♡ • ♡ • ♡
• 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.
♡ • ♡ • ♡
"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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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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Midnight Whiskey Confessions.
Izogie x Black!OC
Summary: After a hard day of training, Izogie’s daily whiskey indulgence led her to a face-to-face confrontation with her destiny.
Warning: There’s romantic yearning, good old fashioned pining, some whiskey-induced fluff kisses.
Word count: 4.3k
A/N: For all of my Izogie stans, I see you. This is for you. It is a simple addition into the beautiful pond of writing I’ve seen so far in the tag alone. I hope my contribution is enough. The gif credit belongs to filmreel. Enjoy! 😊
Starry nights spent under the Dahomey skies were beautiful. As the stars danced against a dark blue backdrop, the moon cast her milky white light over the entire village. The townsfolk bathed in her wonderful glow, feeling eternally grateful to see her performance up close.
Around this time, the Agojie—Dahomey’s strongest female warrior brigade—had successfully wrapped up another long day of sword combat with its newest recruits.
Izogie, the head teacher of various combat lessons, took great pride in her reputation of sharpening the senses of each new warrior. They were malleable clay in her eyes.
She was General Nanisca’s firm right-hand. Her relentless spirit in the heat of battle would only add to her legacy. Her brute strength in the daily bouts against the male guards were the talk of the village. Many of the trainees aspired to become like her. Every eye in the village square refused any attempts to make eye contact whenever she sauntered past.
There was a rule spreading throughout the town of how commonfolk were expected to act in the presence of an Agojie warrior.
“The king doesn’t allow us to look upon the Agojie.”
Except there was one person who worked on bending that sacred rule.
Deja was part of the kitchen staff stationed inside of the palace walls. As one of the main cooks on duty, her job was albeit a simple one: feed as many Agojie soldiers and trainees until the night ends. After tedious preparation, she would serve the food alongside another member. But on some incredibly rare nights, she would assume the role alone to scoop up servings into bowls like a well-oiled machine.
Tonight was that kind of night.
The line of soldiers wrapped around the small structure stationed out in the open near the dark red clay buildings. Combat practice ended without a hitch as the women’s stomachs touched their spines from hunger. Without missing a beat, Deja scooped up the portions into the offered bowls, casting a quick upward glance in assurance of its contents making it into their hand before looking back down.
She would usually tune out their passing conversations, respecting the sanctity of the sisterhood’s gossip. Though it was the sound of three distinct voices which made her throw several glances in their general direction.
“Ey, you’ve got to admit it! Nanisca has gotten a bit softer towards Nawi since we scared the Oyo with our tribute!” Amenza laughed, pushing her elbow into Nanisca’s left arm.
The general rubbed her temples with nimble fingers, the weight of exhaustion softening her rough exterior. “She was disobeying direct orders of a plan I set forth. She could have gotten herself killed. Or worse.”
Deja’s eyes flitted towards the third individual standing behind Nanisca and awaited her response with bated breath, not realizing the distraction impacted her usual flawless performance.
“I remember when you would toss me, a little trainee, across the ground if I even parted my lips with an objection. Little Tsetse is clearly buzzing her way around into your heart, Nanisca.”
From Izogie’s lips, she emitted tiny buzzing noises and earned the boisterous laughter of the two women in front of her. It was in Deja’s line they would shed the load of their strong demeanor and embraced the softness of each other’s company.
The sharpness of their spears were replaced by the presence of Izogie’s snide jabs at their obvious character flaws. Even Deja found herself giggling quietly at their banter each time they came around.
Deja’s year-long, one-sided crush on Nanisca’s right-hand ailed her spirits. She couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment when these feelings came to fruition. Or how astute her senses were when Izogie floated across the palace floor. All she knew was the sound of Izogie’s stern voice delivering a command rattled her entire foundation. The more she would sneak glances at Izogie, the stronger her feelings grew. Her only choice was to lock them away inside of a cold gated prison. Above all else, Deja knew the rule.
“The king doesn’t allow us to look upon the Agojie.”
It haunted her beyond reason.
Deja shook her head twice to regain her focus of the task at hand. These feelings belonged on a high shelf from her mind’s reach. It was a danger to her work. And Izogie could never see her as a romantic prospect. Their worlds were light years away from each other. That was the natural order.
As the line continued moving forward, the three women finally landed in front of Deja’s pot with audible growls singing from their stomachs in perfect harmony.
“My favorite part of the day,” General Nanisca said through an easy smile. She handed Deja her bowl, watching her scoop the rice and meat with careful intent. Deja glanced quickly at her hand and offered a silent head bow.
Amenza’s mouth watered. “It is a gift to partake in Deja’s wonderful cooking with our sisters-in-arms. Don’t you agree, Izogie?”
After serving Amenza back her bowl, Deja choked on an inhale once the next hand extended forth her dish in pure anticipation. Her acute senses as a cook failed her. She no longer smelled the many spices she used this morning to prepare for dinner.
The heavenly scent of freshly scooped shea butter mixed with palm oil permeated the air around her in silent waves. It belonged to Izogie. It was her signature scent to command.
Deja tilted her head up slightly, even if it meant bearing witness to the illusion of Izogie standing there with trained eyes focused solely on her.
“Yes. Everyone knows I will only eat on the nights Deja cooks. She knows exactly how I like my meat,” Izogie answered, looking straight ahead at the sweaty cook. Their eyes locked on each other immediately.
It didn’t dawn on Deja that Izogie knew her name. Or how the intonation of Deja’s name rolling from her lips reminded her of freshly poured honey. Knots unfurled in Deja’s stomach upon taking an eyeful of Izogie’s hunky appearance. If she was going to commit to breaking a sacred rule, she would relish the forbidden taste of the bounty before it was snatched away.
Izogie wore her warrior outfit with pride. Her biceps protruded from under the gold band adorned on either side, which was accompanied by a simple shell band. Numerous scars from battle and training alike were dusted across the canvas of her rich dark skin. Two particular scars caught Deja’s attention.
One was imbued on the right side of her neck, extending down towards her collarbone. The second scar was carved above her right shoulder blade. Seeing them up this close made Deja question their existence. If they could talk, they would whisper the many tales of Izogie the Conqueror, the undefeated champion of Dahomey.
The gods took their time with this one, Deja thought.
Izogie licked her lips, a dangerous act to initiate as a warrior. Deja was the first one to break eye contact and forced herself to gaze upon her hand instead. Long nails sharpened to a fine point piqued her interest further. Even after she knowingly broke the king’s only rule, Deja’s courage dissipated. She held the bowl out for Izogie to reach and willed herself into breathing normally again.
What the cook wasn’t expecting was for Izogie’s fingers slowly gliding over hers, delivering the final blow to Deja’s resolve. The painful pang inside of her heart resonated through her bones. These feelings only caused trouble. Deja needed their existence extracted from her body altogether.
“Thank you, Izogie,” she finally spoke, taking heed of the rule by casting her eyes downward. She hoped Izogie wouldn’t see through her facade. Their dance would soon be over after this exchange. “I’m always happy to hear any reviews of my cooking. Your kind words are not lost on me. I’ll strive to make an even better meal tomorrow.”
After tidying up the kitchen area on the training grounds, Deja hurried back to her room. The ticking time bomb of tears was uncertain. But being in Izogie’s presence earlier was the obvious catalyst for their near arrival. Once she entered in the familiarity of those four walls, Deja permitted herself to crumble completely.
Large teardrops clouded her vision, which signaled the commencement of her nightly sobbing session. No one ever told her how intense it was to shoulder unrequited feelings. She never weighed the price of losing her physical strength to be in close proximity of her crush. Her heart never carried this big of a burden before.
On beautiful starry nights like this, Deja was curled up in her bed. Her beautiful dark skin contrasted the green patterned dress she wore as she bathed under the slivers of moonlight. She wished for the gods to take away the beating of her heart.
And soon, sleep washed her tears away.
It was well past midnight as most of the king’s guard was snoring the night away. The halls should have remained quiet. But two hours into her slumber, she woke up to a pair of noisy bare feet stomping across the smooth clay floor. Then, a disembodied voice—the same voice she spent an hour crying over—spoke up in a failed whisper.
“Deja, I request your company at once! You and I must speak now.”
As she stirred from her bed, Deja thought it was still the plot to one of her many vivid dreams. Her headwrap fell off in the middle of her thrashing, revealing her messy shoulder length twists. Usually Deja hid them away, but a touch of sleep convinced her this was part of the dream.
She walked to the cloth separating her room from the hallway and pushed it open with one hand, completely unaware of her heart stuttering at the sight in front of her.
Izogie was still radiant in her warrior attire, but her two machetes weren’t attached to either side of her hips. She was never unarmed during her nighttime patrol. Her oiled black skin shimmered in the fractals of lit palace torches, the forbidden sight meant to be consumed by Deja’s eyes. Her usual hardened stare softened the moment she lay her eyes upon the sleepy cook. Something must have happened.
Deja leaned forward to make sure no one else was awakened by Izogie’s loud announcement, fixing her gaze to the ground. “Izogie? This couldn’t wait until sunrise?”
“Y-Your hair,” she coughed. “I’ve never seen it like this before.”
“Forgive me, but I heard how urgent you were calling for me. Have I done something to upset you?”
“Yes. May I come in?”
Her brisk answer silenced Deja. She held the cloth and stepped to the side to grant Izogie access across her sacred threshold. The faint smell of distilled alcohol wafted past Deja’s nose, piquing her curiosity further. She heard from another staff member, Cerys, about the cases retrieved by the soldiers. Never once did she think about how Izogie would indulge in its rancid taste.
Alcohol was known for altering realities.
Once inside, Deja released the fabric and positioned herself to stand in front of the soldier. Her eyes fell again to the red floor. There was a brief silence shared between them, neither willing to break away from it.
Soon, Izogie cleared her throat. “Do you know what you did?”
Deja shook her head slowly, refusing to look up. Izogie blew a large gust of wind from her mouth before letting out a chuckle.
“You looked at me, Deja. You broke the king’s only rule and I deserve to know why.”
She swallowed down the dry bubble in her throat. “I cannot say.”
“You will.”
“Izogie. Please, don’t make me say it.” The tears bubbled to the surface and threatened to fall again.
Her fingers gingerly cupped Deja’s chin, forcing her to meet the pool of chocolate browns she could spend hours getting lost in. The thought of being guided under her slight hand wasn’t lost on Deja now.
Izogie was Deja’s undoing.
“There it is,” Izogie whispered, allowing her shaky thumb to graze the corner of Deja’s lips. She was teetering closer to danger. “The look in your eyes tells me everything I need to know.”
“I’ll get rid of them, Izogie!” Deja blubbered out, fresh tears spilling down past her cheeks. “I’ll banish my heart far away from my reach and never look at you again. If it is my punishment, I will obey.”
Izogie blinked in astonishment and halted her thumb over Deja’s lower lip. She took in Deja’s tears, committing the scene to memory before shutting her eyes for a moment. “Punishment? You thought I came here tonight under the cover of night to punish you?”
“It’s the only reason I can dream you into being in front of me now.”
Izogie opened her eyes. “What do you mean dream?”
Deja brought her hand to Izogie’s wrist, wrapping her fingers around it. “I’ll tell you why I broke the rule. I’m sure you’re dying to know why a second-rate cook took a chance and stole a glance at the general’s best soldier.”
Izogie remained silent as Deja went on. “These feelings inside of me, I can’t quite describe it. All I know is I would like to be in your presence all of the time. I want to feel your fingers caress me and collapse into your warm embrace at the end of the day. I want to be able to make you laugh. I want to be the reason behind your smiles. I want to keep feeding you until you tire of my cooking. I wish to be important to you. I’ll wage a thousand wars and endure punishment from the gods if it means I can look at you. And I don’t want anyone else. My heart desires you. I like you. There, I’ve said it.”
Deja drew out a long breath and dropped her hand from Izogie’s wrist, thinking the dream sequence ended here. But the cloudy haze of sleep robbed her of witnessing Izogie disappear as an apparition. Instead, the real Izogie stood in place with her thick brows raised from shock.
“I am not asleep, am I?”
Izogie shook her head, the same face adorned with pure confusion only few can produce from her.
Before she could explain her way out of the wordy confession, Izogie dropped her hand and fell to her knees. Deja came down to her level and clapped her hands together to slide them in front of her mouth. Whether it was a prayer to the gods or a repentance from the woman she loved, Deja knew everything was ruined.
Her first thought was to shift blame onto the alcohol.
“You drank from the white man’s port, didn’t you?” she questioned, finally scanning Izogie’s eyes for a hint of truth.
Izogie gulped. “It is the only good thing they brought. It is called whiskey.”
“What does it taste like?”
“Bitter at first. Though, I find the taste turns sweeter as you drink more from the bottle.”
“And how much did you drink tonight?”
“Enough to get me here to you.”
General Nanisca’s right-hand was properly intoxicated. She sat in front of Deja, willing to answer any question thrown her way. For the first time ever, the odds shifted in her favor of winning the unofficial war they sparred in.
“Who did you drink with? You couldn’t have possibly had this whiskey drink alone.”
Izogie traced the remnants of the clear liquid with a swipe from her tongue and giggled. Her demeanor was unlike the brute soldier she presented herself as every day. “One of the trainees I brought in from town, Nawi, took a gulp and puckered up her face like a fish. Can you believe it? Finally, I found a way to shut that tongue up!”
“Ey, the poor girl was tricked! She didn’t stand a chance against you.”
“The first rule of training: always obey Izogie,” she patted the middle of her chest, accepting the whiskey’s effects with open arms. “I am Izogie!”
“You are a terribly loud influence,” Deja groaned.
“And you… You are incredible, Deja.”
Deja stared incredulously at Izogie as she swayed side to side, showcasing her drunken smile. She couldn’t understand the depth of Izogie’s reaction.
“The power you exude hasn’t been stolen from you. I can see it,” Izogie said as she steadied herself, eyes holding the cook’s gaze. “How is it that you can stand there and profess your love for me when I’ve come to tell you, the keeper of my heart, that I am rendered powerless against you?”
Deja’s prayer filled hands dropped into her lap, a sigh escaping her parted lips. “Keeper of your heart?”
Izogie crawled forward, resigned to surrender under Deja’s careful, tender touch. She rested her head on top of Deja’s opened hands as the weight of her body relaxed to the floor. Here it was, she experienced the most serene moment of existence. She was home.
“I came here tonight to tell you how I couldn’t hide my feelings any longer. Seeing the way you looked at me during dinner, I was weakened. I win every single challenge thrown at my feet. But for you, I am at your mercy.”
“Izogie, you can’t mean that,” Deja whispered.
“Whether you believe me or not—and I sincerely hope that you do—I have been looking your way ever since you started working at the Dahomey Palace. But you never looked at me. I assumed it’s because you heard of how the townsfolk can never look directly at us,” Izogie paused. “I broke the rules a long time ago when I found myself falling for you.”
Deja pulled her hands from under her crush’s head and fiddled away at her short nails. In the distance, thunder boomed across the sky. The downpour of rain would shower over the village grounds soon. And Izogie’s words were out in the open for Deja to see, but she wouldn’t receive it.
“What does that mean for us?”
Izogie lifted both of her hands and grabbed Deja’s arms. As she tightened her grip, the sharp tips of her nails punctured tiny holes of blood through Deja’s skin. It wouldn’t leave behind any scarred tissue.
“Deja,” Izogie baited her with the likeness of her name rolling off her whiskey coated tongue. She waited so long to hear it from her lips. “I like you. Everything you said in your confession is what my heart desires for us too. You don’t have to banish your feelings away from your heart anymore. I want to be with you. I wish to explore this love by your side.”
“But behind these walls, I am not allowed to look at you. I know the rule. I am not an exception.”
“You are mistaken,” Izogie breathed out a sigh, her hands releasing their hold and returning back to her sides. “The king’s rule only applies to the outsiders. Once you pass through those doors and live within the palace halls, your eyes are free to roam wherever.”
Deja didn’t know that part. “This whole time—”
“We could have locked eyes every waking moment over the past year. There would have been no judgment. And there is no punishment I wish to inflict on you after finally looking at me.”
The air returned to Deja’s lungs once she sucked in a quick breath. There was no special circumstance to a rule given from the inside of a palace. Its existence was nullified. She was free to look at the love of her life without living a life shrouded in shame and tearful regret.
“Then why did you come here?”
“My punishment needs to be delivered by your hand,” Izogie admitted, her teeth sinking into her lower lip. “I should have loved you out loud. You can blame the whiskey if you want, but I wish to make a small, selfish request for my sentence.”
Deja ushered her to continue with a stern nod. “I want to spend a lifetime with you. This time, I’ll be the one waging a war against the gods. If it is my punishment, I will obey.”
She placed both of her hands on Izogie’s face, carefully, allowing her thumbs to rub around the apples of her cheeks. Soft patters of a light rain against the roof drummed away the rest of Deja’s worries.
“Punishments can wait. Nothing in this world would make me happier than being yours.”
Izogie’s smile was a sight to behold. Her happiness was infectious to those in her vicinity. “You were always mine.”
Deja’s fingers traveled down to the side of Izogie’s neck and slid over the mark which caught her curiosity earlier. The smoothness of the scarred tissue beneath her touch was nothing close to what she imagined. Deja held Izogie’s attention, her eyes searching for the unwritten answer among the stars.
“I must be honest about my fascination with your battle scars. They are my favorite part of you. I wish to familiarize myself with the existence of every single one of them. Every story behind them will be mine to carry.”
“Ey. Don’t make such bold statements. You are not under the whiskey’s influence.”
“No. Just yours,” Deja said in the midst of a smile, gliding her fingers along Izogie’s hard collarbone. “Since we’re making our requests known, can I ask you for something before the whiskey’s magic spell wears off?”
“My love, you could ask me to burn the world in your name. I would do anything.”
“My world has already been set ablaze,” she chuckled. “Am I allowed to kiss you now?”
Izogie blinked away her surprise. “Do you really need to ask?”
“I’m giving you the chance to oppose your destiny. I was told a warrior’s consent is the bridge used to build the most sacred bond of trust.”
“Who told you that? Amenza?” Izogie arched one of her perfect thick brows. “Are you aiming to be part of the Agojie?”
“No, no, no. I want you to honor me as the keeper of your heart. Now,” Deja leaned down, maintaining a healthy gap between their lips, “do I have your permission to kiss you?”
Uncontrollable laughter bubbled from Izogie’s mouth and shook her entire body, serving as a reminder of why Deja yearned to be next to her in the first place.
“Yes. A thousand times, yes.”
Deja closed the gap between their mouths in one fell swoop, commencing the drums of their heartbeats together on one accord. Even with closed eyes, their hearts guided the movement of the kiss. There was an insatiable craving stirring inside of her. Maybe it was the softness of Izogie’s lips which coaxed it alive. Perhaps, it brought Deja’s hidden desires off of the highest shelf and delivered it straight into her tattered hands.
Their lips parted to regain the rhythm of their breathing, but the dance began again as the bitter, intoxicating taste of whiskey on Izogie’s tongue consumed Deja’s thoughts. She slid the tip along Deja’s upper lip, briefly poking it into her mouth once their lips connected.
The warrior learned how much pressure would be necessary to unravel the poor cook, easily stripping her lover of the strength she once possessed. Deja knew her opponent studied the nature of her delighted reactions, especially when she was this close to her target. She broke away from their intense kiss in a heated daze, pressing a series of pecks along Izogie’s jaw and brought them over onto her right cheek.
Izogie went and found the purest source of unrefined sugar disguised as the gorgeous black angel hovering above her. The unsuspected move to shower her face with wet kisses rendered her speechless. She broke out in fits of laughter, enveloping the two lovers in state of unbridled bliss.
The war ended on a mutual agreement to establish new terms for peace. Kissing Deja was Izogie’s new purpose. And Deja promised Izogie a lifetime of learning the stories behind each scar, old and new. The world would go on without them.
And Izogie savored her reward with great reverence.
Deja pulled herself back, finally mustering enough willpower between the two of them. Izogie’s eyes slowly batted open as her signature sheepish grin wiped away any ill thoughts of the day before. The sight of her covered in the various kiss marks earned a nod of approval from the artist herself. Deja loved her new canvas.
“You should prepare yourself for early morning training, my golden warrior. We’ll discuss the parameters of your punishment during my lunch break.”
Whiskey was a truth-telling serum delivered overseas. It was the only thing the traders deemed worthy because of its magical properties of subduing the tongues of even the strongest soldiers.
“And I will obey,” Izogie said. “All I ask is that you will remind me of this moment. When I wake in your quarters a few hours from now, I fear I won’t remember what damage has been done on this battlefield. Or which one of us emerged victorious.”
Deja dragged one finger over her brow and pressed another kiss against the bone with an air of ease. She watched as her love flipped onto her side with closed eyes, nuzzling her cheek against Deja’s thick thigh. The whiskey’s magic spell was slowly lifting. Sleep would come for her soon.
“I promise you, Izogie. I won’t let you forget to collect your spoils from war.”
#izogie#izogie x oc#the woman king#the woman king izogie#I did my sacred duty towards the other 10 izogie stans on this app🫡#and it was so much fun to write this I can’t lie
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Gentle Lights Ch)2
Back at it again at the Krispy Kreme
TW: Graphic depictions of injury, Anxiety, Light spooky shit ngl
Angsty but gets better!
Side note: Not sure how many chapters this will be. So buckle up I guess 🤷♀️
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Shuddering breath filled Izogie’s lungs.
Her eyes shot open only to slam back shut at the searing light invading her vision. A weak groan bubbled from the warrior’s throat as sensation began to slowly return to her.
Izogie’s body felt completely crushed by fatigue. The pain from deep in the static was now sharp. Tangible. Close, so close and everywhere beneath her flesh.
The warrior could feel blood, sweat and grime festering on every inch of her. The beginnings of fever coiling over her limbs with thirst ripping at her throat and mouth with merciless claws. The two work in tandem to slice dry cracks into her lips, to turn her tongue to sand, and to drum a steady ache in her skull.
But she was alive.
Despite it all she lived. The thought was enough to make her laugh in triumph. Chapped lips slowly stretched and twisted into a gentle smile. But the only sound Izogie could manage was a reedy wheeze too feeble to be heard over the breeze…
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Consciousness soon became an illusive commodity. Lucidity even more so. Fever burned the strength from the warrior’s waning muscles, clouding her mind with boiling delirium. Much like before, Izogie was left adrift. But the void wasn’t there to shield her anymore. Instead she lay stagnant. Solid. Sickly.
On the odd occasion, when she had the strength, Izogie would gather her focus and attempt to move. Starting small she would flex her fingers then her toes. All the while stubbornness trailed behind her every twitch. With each small venture it demanded the warrior gather her courage and open her eyes.
But the soldier refused. She wasn’t ready to face the world. Opening her eyes would mean perceiving reality. A reality where she was a failure, a deserter, a weak and broken soul barely clinging to a pitiful shred of life.
Opening her eyes could mean the possibility of having no way forward. And what if she did survive? Would she be able to face her sisters? Her mentor? Would she be able to face Nawi?
Would her old life even be within reach?
Suddenly something cut through Izogie’s delirious spiral of worries. A sound faint and gentle with a bubbling lilt that held nothing but warmth and kindness. Izogie held her breath, her senses tuning into her surroundings to the best of their ability.
Tensely the warrior strained her ears. Soft wind rustled nearby foliage, crickets played their nightly symphony, and distant waves lapped at a shore. Yet nothing matched that wonderful sound.
She must be hearing things.
Izogie listened intently for a while. Only it didn’t repeat. The only sounds were that of the natural cacophony of the night. Filled with disappointment, the warrior chalked it up to her delirium spilling into reality.
But it came again! Clearer this time! Was it… laughter? Yes! Warm laughter echoed just on the edge of the wind. It pulled at Izogie’s heart, filling her with… hope? The more she listened the more she yearned to stand up and follow it.
This strange laughter filled the warrior with another more foreign feeling. Little by little all the fatigue that bogged down her limbs began to lift.
Surprise forced Izogie’s eyes to fly open. She was instantly met with burning and blurring vision fighting to focus. After a few minutes the world came into view…
Stars dotted an inky sky. The moon hung low and bright, bathing the land in shimmering silver. To Izogie’s right, a sprawling coastline framed the horizon.
To her left, mist curled and threaded itself between the dense foliage of a jungle. Izogie herself seemed to be wedged at the base of a cobblestone wall.
She lay at an awkward angle, as if she had been carelessly dumped over the side of the wall. Luckily her body was hidden from view by a dense canopy. Though the warrior couldn’t dwell on her surroundings long.
In the corner of her vision a small light flickered briefly. Izogie froze. She must be seeing things. Though fear spiked through her when a twig snapped to her left.
At the mouth of the jungle.
The warrior’s heart was pounding in her ears now. Was it an animal? A person? She was too sickly and injured to defend herself! Anxiety stabbed at Izogie’s gut as she strained to detect any potential threats.
She found none.
Another snap. Closer this time. Yet frantic eyes detected nothing. Dread forced a tremor down the soldier’s spine and Izogie’s soul damn near left her body when she felt a soft hand on her shoulder. A scream tried to tear itself from her throat.
But she was so parched, hardly any sound came out. A soft gasp and confusion quickly replaced fear. The warrior’s eyes were met with a breathtaking sight.
A woman?
Her skin glimmered and shone as if she were made of solid starlight. Brilliant locks curled and pooled around her like a flowing river. Deep pools of vibrant brown peered down at Izogie with curiosity while plush lips sported a serene smile. She looked like a moonbeam personified.
Her beauty knocked the wind out of Izogie. She lay there dazed. This seemed to amuse the shimmering woman. She chuckled, sliding closer and leaning downwards. The world came to a screeching halt when Izogie felt a kiss being pressed to her forehead. Their eyes met again when the beauty pulled away.
Izogie could still feel the imprint of her lips on her skin. It tingled and crackled as if lightning was seeping from it and into her body. Energy pooled in her gut, liquid and cool.
A strong sense of calm washed over the soldier like a wave. The glittering woman gave one final smile before the sensation filled Izogie completely and her vision was overcome with white light.
~***~
“Is… really her?”
“Found… border…”
“Strange… in the… storm.”
“Alright?... she be healed?”
Now this was getting ridiculous! Unconscious voids again? Really? Annoyance blossomed in Izogie’s chest. But for some odd reason, this time, when voices cut through the dark they filled her with joy.
Despite her exhaustion, excitement forced her eyelids to open. And for the third time, she went through the painstaking process of adjusting her vision to the waking world.
Only this time she was greeted with the sight of homeland familiar faces. Gasps split the quiet as three figures rushed to the warrior’s side with the closest leaning over Izogie excitedly.
“N-Nawi?”
~***~
@mybonafidefeelings @zeezeecave @shanas-baby
#I'm still sleep deprived#fight me#izogie#izogie fanfiction#izogie angst#lashana lynch#izogie x reader#the woman king#fan fiction#fanfiction#fanfic#magic#spoopy#the void#no one asked for this#fantasy#I wrote this at 3am#can you tell?
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could you do izogie where reader had kids before reader met her but they treat her like she their mom too and reader is just like, one of the women that be with the queen sometimes and stuff
or anything with izogie at all please🙏🏾
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You were walking with your two children Abdu and Zaafir, you were going to see Izogie. You had met Izogie when the kids were around 2 and 3 but they loved to talk to her and see her, they were both 8 and 9 now. You loved having Izogie’s help sometimes, the kids were a handful.
You heard a familiar voice which made you stop, the kids spun around and ran towards the voice. Suddenly Izogie appeared, you gave a soft smile that she returned “Hello love” she chuckled at the way your face heated up quickly “Hi Izogie” you giggled slightly as she picked up the kids one on each shoulder “How bout I take the kids for today? Take a break ay love?” She smiled and you nodded “Thank you Zogie” you whispered and she just smiled before leaving with the kiddos.
She treated them like baby’s, she brought them everywhere and showed them a few fighting techniques as if they would remember. She’d cook for them and teach them tiny things here and their, she took them with her everywhere until eventually both of them were pooped for the day.
Hours had passed, the kids were fast asleep in Izogie’s arms as she approached the way fall where you would go at night. “Y/n, love you down here?” She called out quietly as she stepped down a few rocks, you looked over at her. A smile had made its way to your face when you heard her voice “zogie” you said as you walked over and scooped the children from her arms “Thank you for taking care of the kids today My love” you whispered before giving her a kiss on the head and disappearing back into the gates.
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Watched The Woman King with my girls when we all needed a pick me up. Absolutely amazing! The strength of those women hit us so deeply. We held hands, we clapped, we teared up. Just wow.
We knew Viola Davis would slay this role. We knew it. But of course we were still blown away by her as the battle-hardened General Nanisca. And still, she was as soft as she was strong. Viola always knows how to give us that balance.
Our surprise favourite though was Lashana Lynch as Izogie. I've been a fan of hers since Still Star-Crossed so I already expected greatness but she was incredible. She had us with every tilt of her head, every raise of her brow, every smile, fighting chant and battle cry. She was the big sis we all would want.
Thusa Mbedu as Nawi was also a wonderful. She was the perfect defiant little sister. Too smart for her own good but so incredibly brave. Loved every moment with her. And one of the movie's most emotional scenes came from her. She sold it. Watch out for this woman, I hope to see her in other big productions soon.
Special shoutout to Sheila Atim as Amenza. Amenza was an amazing friend and sister to Nanisca not to mention a fierce warrior. She was stunning.
John Boyega was solid as King Ghezo. I really enjoyed him and the way he led. Even when General Nanisca was defiant he held respect for her. He was also fine as hell in his kingly clothes 🙃
There were some powerful lines in this movie that I know resonated. They did not hide away from the fact that yes, Africans sold their brethren to the Europeans. We see why the two main kingdoms in the movie, the Dahomey and the Oyo, took part in the practice and also showed the possible inner conflicts people had with it.
While the ending wasn't historically accurate, it was a nice fantasy. And you know what? In the context of the movie I was okay with that. It was an enjoyable experience and such a breath of fresh air to see so many dark skinned black women leading the charge. Would absolutely recommend.
Disclaimer- images not mine.
#the woman king#viola davis#lashana lynch#thuso mbedu#sheila atim#john boyega#three cheers for dark skinned black women#we love to see it
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Leave Your Mark || Izogie x black!reader
Summary: After witnessing you and the Europeans together, Izogie feels she needs to make her claim on you more known.
Warnings: established relationship, smut, oral(r!receiving), possessive!izogie, fluff, black!reader, fem!reader, top!Izogie, soft!dom!Izogie
Word count: 3.5k
A/n: Ya’ll I found asmr that sounds exactly like Lashana Lynch (๑>ᴗ<๑) Link
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Your breathing was steady as you stood behind the king’s throne, greeting his guests. Your eyes contained a small glow, the only hint of your emotions. Excitement to see the trial of the young Agojie trainees tickled your skin as your face stayed in an inviting yet regal look.
“Your Portuguese is perfect, my king,” the man in front of you gleamed, the look of a snake in his eyes.
“Yes, well,” Ghezo started, motioning to you. “This lovely woman has been of great use to me, her Portuguese is perfect and she is an excellent teacher.”
At that, you bowed your head to him, your heart warmed at his words. As your head rose back up Ghezo nodded his head, a sign he was dismissing you. Your chest thumped at the event that was to take place in a couple of minutes. Your desire to see your love entering your bloodstream through your veins. You rushed to where Ghezo’s wives were sitting, your skirts rustling under you as you sat next to Shante. Quickly, the wives began to talk to you, asking what the King and the two European men were talking about, giggling at the newest palace gossip.
“Did you know that Kiri, that maid I was telling you about,” Shante began. “Well, she and one of the infantrymen were caught together in the kitchen, and he’s married.”
You gasped, leaning in as she did.
“And that’s not all, turns out she was also sleeping with the man’s wife,” she giggled.
You began to giggle at that as well, the rest of the women laughing at Shante’s story, throwing in bits of extra information. Your worry for the trial spiked when you looked at the course they would be running, shivering as you gazed at the long thorns. You cringed at the thought of them and how deep they would puncture the skin. The heat would not help the trainees either.
“Let us begin,” Ghezo commanded, silencing everyone.
Your lips stayed still as the great doors opened, dust flying as the Agojie entered. You fought a small smile as you watched Izogie lead the trainees, a battle that you lost quickly as a small grin kissed your lips at the sheen of gloss covering her skin, her ankles wrapped in shells and leather, her face stern and unbending. The same pieces of leather jewelry could be found on her biceps as well, fighting against the muscles as she moved.
“I’m beginning to think you like her more than you let on,” Shante smirked, her gaze fixed on the trainees.
“What? Who,” you asked, your interest peaked.
“Izogie.”
At that your face dropped into a glare, eyebrows furrowing and lips piercing. You kissed your teeth as your point of focus shifted to the trainees.
“You’re just looking for drama,” you stated, eyes rolling before falling on the commander encouraging the young girls.
The beautiful, muscular woman moved towards you, making you scrunch your skirts up in anticipation. Her thighs flexed as she moved towards you, her bare feet kicking up dust and small pebbles. Her beauty never ceased to amaze you.
“Sure,” Shante muttered.
You paid her no mind as Izogie turned around and stood at attention, giving you a full view of her back muscles. Her arm could be found in the small of her back while her other one grasped the handle of her blade. As the gun sounded, her arms flexed in reaction, clenching her sword.
Your attention was broken as the girls screamed in pain, blood seeping through their white tunics. You cringed at their suffering. Watching as some broke free, you felt Shante grab onto you and you gripped back, gritting your teeth at the thorns in the young trainees’ foot. The trial was over in minutes, Nawi claiming victory. As the girl clamored over to the King, Shante shook you in delight at the victory making you giggle. As you looked at the victor, you felt someone’s gaze on you.
Izogie couldn’t help but stare. You’re beauty sparking bursts of joy in her chest. Your garments hugged your body and your jewelry framed your face perfectly. Izogie didn’t know much about dressing, but she did know that you were good at it. Your outfit was proof. She sucked in a breath as your smile came into view, your hair catching the breeze as a couple of strands hit your face. Izogie’s thumb brushed your initials on the handle of her blade, remembering when you smiled as you gave the sword to her.
“Now, I’ll always be with you when you go into battle,” you had smiled, your muscles straining to hold the heavy object.
Izogie wished to smile as the memory entered her head, but all she could do was bite her tongue and wait till you both were alone.
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You sighed as the back of your head hit the ledge of the communal bath, your hair tied up in a bun so as not to get wet. The water kissed your skin sweetly, washing away the sweat and dirt the day had brought you. The temperature of the water contrasted with the heat of the day so perfectly causing you to close your eyes and let your mind go blank. The world behind your eyelids went black as you breathed in through your nose and out through your mouth.
Suddenly, footsteps could be heard right by your head, making you snap your eyes open.
“Someone’s comfortable,” Izogie smirked, standing right over you.
“My love,” you giggled, turning around to face her.
Your eyes never left her as she sat on the ledge, her feet dangling in the water. Her white attire for the ceremony had changed to loose garments, one of a citizen of Dahomey. She looked relaxed. A sight very rare, even for you.
“Come,” she smiled softly, her raspy voice caressing your ear. “Lay your head.”
You quickly complied, your back facing her and your head resting on her perfectly, pillowy thighs. Feeling the skin dip at the weight of your head and the smooth texture on your cheek. She smelled of incense and palm oil. You found comfort in her scent and began turning your nose closer to her thigh, nuzzling the muscly flesh.
Her hands worked to undo your bun, her fingers expertly navigating your curls.
“Are you enjoying your time with the two white men,” Izogie asked, her fingers finding your scalp.
“Malik is mmh,” you moaned, making Izogie chuckle. “Malik is half white. His mother was Dahomey. And it’s-”
Your voice faded out and your eyes close again as you felt her nails digging into your spots, Iogie knew your body so well, she could navigate every inch with her eyes closed.
“You’re amazing,” you breathed. “Have I ever told you I love your nails?”
She began to lightly pull on your hair, tugging only enough to give a nice sensation, not to hurt.
“Only 3 times a day,” she smiled down at you.
Your eyes opened and watched as the warrior concentrated on your head massage. Her eyebrows furrowed and her tongue poked out of her mouth slightly, glossing over her top lip. Your attention drifted to her shoulder, where you patched up a stab wound caused by a competition. She smiled proudly that day.
“When it heals,” she began. “It will be another scar you can kiss.”
“What are you smiling at,” Izogie whispered.
“You,” you whispered back, your eyes gazing into hers dreamily.
Izogie stopped breathing, her lips parting slightly and her eyes wide in shock.
“You didn’t finish what you were saying earlier,” she coughed in an attempt to divert attention from herself.
“About the white men you mean,” you giggled.
She let out a small ‘mmhm,’ but refused to look at you.
“It’s going fine,” you breathed, allowing her to calm down. “Speaking Portuguese has made me a great asset to the king.”
“I can see that,” she agreed, chuckling.
You both were silent after, enjoying the feeling of love and contentment as they swirled around your figures. Your hands came up underneath the commander’s calves as you caressed them, feeling them tighten up at your touch before relaxing. The sound of the water drops dripping from your hand filled your ears.
“I miss you watching me during sparring sessions,” Izogie sulked.
“I miss watching you,” you chuckled lovingly, eyes closing.
Izogie reached down to the top of your arm and guided it out of the water, her finger trailing to your hands, before bringing it to her lips. Causing a jolt of electricity to erupt from your abdomen
“And what should we do about that, my princess,” she rasped.
“Ah, essa mulher,” you moaned, enjoying the pillowy feeling of her lips. Ah, this woman.
“Oh,” Izogie smirked. “I think I have a couple ideas now.”
You felt her lean down as her breath kissed the cusps of your ear.
“Portuguese, my love, really? You know what that language does to my body.”
You turned around and placed your crossed arms on her lap, before gazing at her through your eyelashes.
“That was the idea,” you teased, an innocent look in your eye.
“Leave.”
Both your heads snapped to the source of the sound coming from the entrance. Nanisca.
“We just were Meganon,” Izogie sighed quickly standing before lending you a hand.
“Hello Nanisca,” you greeted as you felt Izogie’s arms around you, helping you out of the pool.
The general only gave you a small head nod, the look of exhaustion telling you that that was the extent of her socialization capabilities.
“Come on, my love,” Izogie whispered to you.
You walked out of the bath as quickly as possible, the crisp night air hitting your wet skin, causing you to erupt in goosebumps. Izogie quickly wrapped her arms around you from behind, kissing your shoulder before placing her head on it.
“Someone’s comfortable,” you mocked.
“Hush,” she groaned, causing you to laugh.
You enjoyed the feeling of her weight on you, leaning your head on hers.
“You know,” Izogie began softly. “I watched you today, with Shante.”
“You were,” you responded, a light air of shock in your voice.
Izogie’s arms adjusted as she tightened her grip on your waist.
“I was. And you looked beautiful. All I could think about was the fact that you’re mine. Everyone couldn’t stop staring at you,” she breathed, placing light kisses on the side of your neck. “ I wanted to take you right there, in front of everyone,”
At her words the electricity came back, jumping between your abdomen and your inner thighs. Izogie noted the change in your breath and how your hands came to cover hers.
“Especially in front of those Europeans. I bet they couldn’t dream of a woman’s lips on another’s,” Izogie allowed one of her hands to wander up to your breasts and the other down to your heat. “Couldn’t imagine a woman’s tongue deep inside the juices of her lover.”
Her teeth sank into your nape, forcing a small gasp to leave your lips.
“Izogie plea-” you began before a shriek took over.
You often forgot how fast Izogie could be, in a matter of seconds she had you thrown over her shoulder, a sharp snap resounding in the air as her hand came into contact with your backside. Her shoulder’s flexed at the new weight but paid no mind as she kept her quick pace, casually walking back to your shared room. Truly it was your room, but somehow Izogie managed to convince the king that you need overnight protection, allowing her to stay with you.
Izogie smirked as you unknowingly wiggled your hips, searching for the pleasure only she could give you. She gave you another hit, this one a little more painful than the last.
“Izogie,” you shrieked at the contact.
The warrior stayed silent as she entered your quarters hidden behind a curtain of silks and linen. Setting you onto the floor and stripping you in no time at all.
“Wouldn’t want your bed to get wet, now would we,” she breathed, before forcefully kissing you.
One of her hands caressed your face, her thumb brushing the apple of your cheek while the other, slipped to your hip, forcing you closer. Her tongue lapped at your lips before twirling around yours, saliva and breath mixing.
“You’re mine,” she groaned. “Yes?”
“Yes,” you gasped, gaze flitting from her lips to her eyes. “Always.”
“Go lay down, princess.”
You moved to obey her immediately, laying down on your padded mat, leaning against your pillows, and spreading your legs. You shivered as your hands came under your knees and held them open, putting yourself on display. Izogie unwrapped her clothes as she kept eye contact with you, walking towards you slowly. Your hooded eyes never failed to make her tingle.
“I’ve thought about these all day,” she sighed, kneeling down and brushing her fingers against your thighs.
Your skin buzzed at her touch, the feeling of her burns tickling your skin making you lean into her.
“Thought about this all day,” she moaned as she dragged two fingers through your slit. “You want me. Don’t you?”
“More than anything. Please,” you begged, your eyes glossing over.
Izogie cooed at that, she could never say no to you. No matter how harsh she seemed, she belonged to you. She was wrapped around your finger and you were wrapped around hers. Her eyes stayed on you as she moved down to your core, cooing at the way your body rolled against her.
“Stay still, my love,” Izogie chastised.
You whined at her command but obeyed nonetheless, wanting nothing more than to feel her lips on you. Izogie continued to tease you, the sharp of her nail softly running up and down your inner thigh, tickling and arousing you at the same time.
“Please, Izogie,” you whimpered. “Please.”
Her nose nuzzled at your thighs, enjoying their softness, the way they would jiggle when she slapped them.
“You want my tongue,” she rasped, her hand coming up to flick your nipple.
“Yes,” you gasped at the stimulation. “Yes, please.”
Izogie dragged the sharp of her nail down your torso, watching as you arched your back into her. A smile graced her face as you gasped when she nibbled at your inner thigh, the soft skin of her arm rubbed against your thigh while she held them close, arms flexing to keep you in place.
Small whines left your lips as Izogie kissed anywhere but where you wanted her, your calves, your stomach, right above your clit, but never your heat.
“Come on pretty girl,” she smirked. “Make some noise for me.”
Her tongue felt heavenly as it finally grazed your sensitive nub, the ridges of her tastebuds making your thighs clench and your stomach shake. Your juices licked at her chin as her tongue entered you, lapping at your heat. Her eyes closed as her senses were filled with you, the love she had for you overflowing. The room began to get humid as your bodies rolled against each other. The candles flickering around you, mirroring the feeling in your core.
Her name left your lips repeatedly causing her to smile against you, her ego being stroked by your every sound and move. Your eyes drifted down to her, her head buried in your core, her back rippling as she flexed and relaxed, keeping you in place as you writhed against her. The sight of her muscles heightened your pleasure, the knowledge of her strength and her ability to break you making you high.
“So sweet,” she whispered. “Have you thought about this too? Wanting me to taste you and pleasure you.”
You answered with gasps and whines, the desire to kiss her overriding your system.
“Izogie, please,” you babbled. “Kiss m- ahh!”
“Can’t even string together a sentence,” she teased. “Want do you want princess? Hmm?”
Your look of desperation made her moan into you, her body rolling against the mat. Her eyes were set on you, your eyes rolled back and your mouth permanently open. It was enough to make her cum right there.
“Kiss me,” you whimpered, looking at her through dazed eyes.
She couldn’t deny you even if she wanted to. Her body covered yours, her fingers staying between your legs. Your veins were flooded with ice and fire, your stomach quivering at the feeling. The pads of her fingers pressed deeply onto your clit, careful not to scratch you with her nails. Her lips made contact with your skin first, starting at where your shoulders connected with your neck. The softness of her lips strengthening your desire to kiss her.
“Izogie, I want your lips,” you shuttered. “Don’t you think you’ve teased me eno-ahh.”
A shock wave rolled through you, not as powerful as an orgasm but still strong.
“Ooh,” Izogie notices. “You feel that? Is my princess close? Gonna give me your cum, yeah?”
Izogie hovered over your face, centimeters away from your lips. You watched as Izogie's lips broke into a soft smile, looking at you with awe.
“I’m so glad you’re mine,” she whispers, fingers still on your clit.
She kissed you deeply, finally granting your desire. She was heaven incarnate. Everything you’ve ever wished for. Her tongue stroked yours and as oxygen left your lungs, your brain overheated and froze at the same time, toes curling, and thighs clenching around her. Your fingertips dripped euphoria and your tongue tasted of Izogie.
“That’s it, my love. It’s okay,” she praised. “I want to taste your cum. Will you let me?”
The crescendo of your moans were answer enough for her. She quickly brought her mouth back to her heat, the urgency in her movement contrasting with the smirk on her face. Her tongue rolled around on your clit and her arms began to flex against your thighs.
Like a slow tide, your orgasm continued to cover you, spreading slowly from your core to your chest and out through your limbs. Izogie’s face pressed against you forcefully, her arms bulging with a need to keep you close. The taste of you driving her to want you even more. Her grunts and whimpers caused your fingers to twitch as you came down from the potent high, stomach quivering and eyes shut.
“How I’ve missed you so,” she whispered as she finally allowed herself to breathe. Her eyes filled with stars while her lips glistened with your essence.
A thin sheen of sweat had covered both of you giving your skin a glossed look. The candlelight reflected off Izogie’s skin beautifully as she rose up from her stomach and onto her knees.
“You should stay with me,” you began. “Instead of leaving to these battles.”
“My love, not right now. Let’s enjoy this,” she begged.
You relented and relaxed into the pillows, your tired eyes gazing at Izogie’s perfect frame as if sculpted by Liza herself. The scars she wore proudly cast shadows on her dark skin and you itched to touch them. You reached for her hands and clasped them together, the texture of your palms bringing a smile to Izogie’s face. Your eyes watched as her gaze trailed down your body before falling on your thighs, her face morphing to one of worry.
“What? What’s wrong, my sweet,” you rasped a sleepy sheen continuing to cloud your eyes.
“Look.”
You dropped your gaze from her to your thighs and saw what she was worried about. Her nails had left scratches, some deep enough to bleed. You knew that there would be scars later, your heart even jumped at the thought.
“I’m so sorry my love,” she whispered, leaning back down to kiss the wounds.
“Izogie, my dear warrior, please look at me.”
She didn’t. Her eyes still on your thighs as she kissed them, switching between the right and the left with no pattern.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry.”
Your ears were filled with apologies while your fingers itched with the desire to bring her face back up to you. However, you knew that once Izogie started something it was best not to get in her way, it was a fight you would lose. So you let her kiss you until she was satisfied.
“I like them,” you stated as she continued to kiss your thighs. “I think they’re beautiful.”
“Stop trying to make me feel better.”
“It’s true. I’ve never lied to you.”
Izogie paused, her dark eyes softening but still looking at you with worry.
“I’m more hurt by the fact that you haven’t kissed me yet," you quipped.
A light chuckle left Izogie’s lips as her worried face turned to one of disbelief. You smiled back at her lazily, your arms coming up behind you to stretch.
“I suppose now you have scars that I can kiss,” Izogie commented, a smile on her face as she lightly traced over the new marks.
“I also have lips you can kiss,” you huffed, pulling on her arm.
Izogie’s lips quirked into a smirk as she covered your body with her own. You brought your arms up to wrap around her neck.
“Kiss me, warrior.”
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Sooo…I wrote another thing…
I’m still down bad for Izogie…
Chapter 1
Chapter 2, if you will…
1.4k words
Insatiable Desire
Your fingers pinch her nipples, rolling the hard buds from side to side while lifting your thigh to press into her damp heat. Her eyelids droop even lower, a moan tumbling from her lips. She’s still looking at you, peering into your soul with her lust filled slits. She’s still buried deep inside you, fingers unmoving, while she rocks her hips back and forth in a languid motion along your thigh. Everything she does is so graceful, smooth. Your hands are on the move, caressing down over the sleek rolling muscles of her stomach, inching up her sides and around her back. You grip her shoulders briefly before lightly scratching your blunt nails all the way down her back, your hands coming to rest on the swell of her hips.
“Fuuck baby…”
Her moans are like a drug, engulfing your senses, every nerve ending tingling with desire. You grip her hips as she starts to grind harder, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Her pussy is already soaking wet, leaving a trail of her need in its wake as her body moved. You push down on her hips while lifting your thigh, the added pressure making her mouth fall open in a silent moan. That just won’t do, you need to hear her. Your hands are on the move again. One reaching back to grab a handful of her ass, giving it a firm squeeze, while the other ventured forward, seeking out the warmth of her heated treasure. You lower your leg a little and can’t help but smirk at the sexy whimper that leaves her.
“Let me in” you purr as you move your fingers into the path of her core.
She answers by gliding her pussy back up your thigh bringing her clit to rest on the tips of your fingers. You press against her stiff nub with two fingers, slowly working them in a circular motion, relishing in the soft moans escaping her lips, glorious sounds indeed. Your fingers abandon her clit to begin sinking slowly, soo slowly, into her drenching depths. The shared moan is intense as she begins rocking her hips again, grinding down taking you fully inside of her. This causes her fingers to move in you again, slightly in and out with her body motions. You’re still wet, sensitive, but you try to ignore the delicious sensations it’s causing within you. You squeeze her ass as you flutter your fingers against her spongy sweet spot, wanting to intensify her pleasure. By the sounds dripping from her lips, you are doing a damn good job. Her tempo increases as you begin to curl and uncurl the fingers buried deep inside her. Her essence is oozing into your hand and over your thigh, the slick creaminess an enchanting feeling. You try to scoot your hips back, away from her, you needed to focus, and her fingers were driving you slowly mad. But Izogie was having none of that.
“You wish to deny me what is mine, hm?”
Each word accompanied with a thrust as she began digging you out in earnest, her hips surging to match her feverish pace. Your mouth falls open, you are trying to respond, trying to tell her never, but only a whimpering moan manages to break free. You both can feel your walls start to clench and quiver around her, the sensations gradually overtaking you. The obscene sounds you are making are only serving to urge her on. Your orgasm inevitable, you are determined to bring her over the edge with you. You hook your fingers inside her, pressed deep, curled upon that spot you know drives her insane. The tremor you feel in the thighs locked around yours gives you some solace, because you don’t know how much longer you can hold out. Her eyes are drinking you in, poring over your writhing body, taking in every gasp, moan, tremble, and spasm. You’re struggling to keep your eyes open, wanting to witness the moment she tumbles over the precipice of ecstasy. Her chocolate skin is glistening under the glow of the scattered fire pits, enveloped in a sheen of sweat, her body is fluid, fucking on you and in you. You can’t help it, your eyes roll back into your head, another orgasm quickly running you down.
“You look so exquisite…falling apart beneath me…”
You are crumbling, your body drawing taut before wave after wave of pleasure crescendos over you. Her hips are moving at a maddening pace, chasing after her own pleasure, taking you along for the ride. Her rich moans are constant, her tremors becoming more pronounced, your warrior is oh so close, teetering on the edge. You force your eyes open to partake of the magnificent site before you, she is ethereal, her ebony skin glowing, her lithe body undulating on yours, her moans and gasps a sweet melody to your ears. You buck your hips up into hers once, and then again, sending her crashing headlong into bliss. Her head thrown back, her stomach and thighs quavering, she rides out the ebbing waves of pleasure with you, her hips and hand finally sputtering to a halt. The soft smile she is wearing melts your heart as she lifts up, slipping out of you and you out of her. As she sinks back down on your thigh, her smile turns slightly feral, and you already know where her head is at.
“No more baby, come here.”
Your plea goes unheeded, she already has your free calf in hand, guiding your leg up on her shoulder, angling her hips, inching her heated core up to hover over yours. You fit together perfectly, like you were made for each other. A whimper slips from you at the first kiss of your lower lips, the moan coming from Izogie enticing. Pulsing clit against pulsing clit Izogie grinds her body down into yours. One hand is around your thigh, using it a leverage, the other is on a meandering journey from one pert nipple to the other, alternating lightly flicking and gently squeezing and pulling the hard buds. Your hands fly out, grasping for her, one at the dip in her back, the other caressing every inch of skin you can reach. Her hips are rocking back and forth and back and forth, a ceaseless rhythm, only interrupted with an intermittent grind. Her languid body shows no signs of tiring anytime soon, but her grip tightens on your thigh, and you can feel the tremor start in her body.
“Uunnhhh…fuuck…”
Her eyes are hooded, her mouth hung slightly open, and her hips are dirty winding into yours when she cums. Her moans are like honey, thick and sweet, both of your hands are on her waist now, you’re grinding up into her, adding to her pleasure while your body is chasing yet another peak. Izogie has your leg locked against her body and she doesn’t stop, body trembling and hips slightly stuttering, she fucks you through her orgasm. You are in a dreamlike state, nothing exists but you and Izogie, the rapturous feeling she is creating with her body rippling on top of yours and the heated words tumbling from her lips percolating your senses.
“Oouuuuu…you feel so goood…”
“Soo wet for me…”
“Give it to me baby…cum with me…”
Even if you wanted to deny her, your body does as exactly as commanded. You are cumming, a moan screaming from your lips and Izogie follows you over the edge, grinding her hips down hard in a circle into you. Through your euphoric haze you can still feel her hips, still register her words.
“That’s it baby…just like that…”
“I want it all…”
Your pussy is squirting, drenching you both in your juices, your body is intensely convulsing. Her groans fill your ears, driving her hips into yours, she’s cumming again. Body atremble, spent, nerve endings still ablaze, you are a whimpering mess beneath her and at last, her hips finally come to a stall. You are weak, your muscles feel like jello, and she is barely winded. She lowers your leg to the ground and then herself down to lay half on top of you, her lips lingering on yours before making a lazy path to your ear. Her voice, silky and smooth, caressing against your ear as she greets you.
“Hello, my love” she says, nibbling at your ear lobe before pressing warm moist kisses down the length of your neck.
Déjà vu.
You might never get out of this bath.
A/N: Sooo…Let me know what you think!! The scene you say? No, unfortunately, it still has yet to make an appearance...aaand i still dont have a title lol
Izogie is insatiable AND I AM HERE FOR IT!!!
Adieu…for now….
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𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞
Izogie x Black fem reader —
— Even if you thought Izogie was unbearable, your body always disagreed. Or, a tangible love between the two of you blooms on your father's farm.
will include; reader being stub-BORN, izogie is a clown, your clown though, reader claims they dont like Izogie, bad. Heavy on, betrayal of emotions, smut, watching a person masturbate, fingering (mostly to themselves), clit play, first time, and fluff at the end.
“How are you and my daughter getting along?” Your father smiles at Izogie.
“Quite fine, does she speak of me?” She flashes a smile back shaking her wet hands off. Your father does little chuckle.
“She says you annoy her greatly”
“She has no humour! all I do is tease her” Izogie can feel a playful side-eye directed to her.
“Can you go see if she's done with that half acre of corn, I also need some water” Izogie nods and brings a metal bucket out with her on the path of a sparkly river. She cuts through the the plants and hears a soft melody in the distance. Instantly assuming that it comes from you. Her hands push past long leaves that soon reveal you, skin shining like glitter under the sun.
Izogie was so in awe of you that her feet were planted in her spot.
You ring out your frivolous curls and turn around ready to leave but instead you jump back when you spot Izogie staring at you.
“My god, stop doing that!”
“Doing what? it's not like you own this river. I have to get water for dinner anyway” you hold onto your chest as she crouches down, scooping some water in the big bucket.
At the feeling of your eyes glued on her, Izogie glances up, the smallest sight of her teeth bareing from the side. Her eyes scan you down shortly, judges of amusement paneling in her eyes.
You snap ushering her to speed up her task, “it doesn't take centuries to scoop water! hurry up!” she rolls her eyes.
“do you want me to fall into the river?”
“yes, as I matter of fact.” you swim to her and she quickly yanks the bucket from the water, trying to equal it's weight so the liquid doesn't spill. As she grins down at you frustrated face, there comes a loud calling of her name.
“well I am off, be sure to tend to that corn or your father will be angry” before you can retort she's on her way calling back to her uncle.
You don't miss the sight of her biceps flexing to hold the bucket and that makes you curse quietly, swimming to get your clothes.
Dwanu was a good friend of your father and planned to start coming over so the two could exchange agricultural secrets. You could imagine the two cackling over foolish things back at the house. Though, the neice Dwanu talked so fondly about was not who you thought she was.
Izogie was buffer than you thought, having toner muscles than the men in your village. There was something about her that felt laddish and when you both were left alone her mouth seemed to ruin everything you thought of her. Izogie brags and teases a lot, she was also competitive and felt the need to show her many skills at any chance given.
If she'd turn off her chatter maybe you would befriend her.
Whatever.
You tell yourself to stop thinking about it and dry off with a towel, soon making your way back home.
•••
“Amen.” the whole table echoes this praise as you uncross your hands and grab for a wooden bowl. You can't help the way Izogie's presence makes you feel, conflicting your senses in so many ways you wished it wouldn't. Even the subtle heat of her body which you can clearly feel is taking over you.
But she didn't have a clue, just sat in her seat and ate dinner, more indulged in the plate of food than the verbal back and forth between your father and her uncle.
The way her lips sucked the sauce off her thumb made you feel like the top of a beer mug, layered with lots of bubbly cream that slowly dissipated. Your eyes went through the arm hole of her shirt, gaping slightly at the sight of her obliques tensing up.
She laughed at your father's antics for sucking his teeth, just like you did.
“Swesi do not be angry that you cannot grow your tomatoes like mine, it requires great skill to get them ripe and juicy and-”
“Ntchu, Dwanu hush didn't you come over to ask me how to grow corn fresh?!” Swesi's accent flows strong like a tipped barrel full of water.
“You are not the king of farming-”
“The people say I am!” You can't help but let out a small laugh as well. Izogie glances at you, face propped on her knuckle. Mauve gums make the slightest appearance in your smile and in a way it makes it cuter.
She also sees that the loose strap of your gown has fallen and pulls it up. She knows what she's doing and if your father and her uncle weren't here you would attempt to wrestle her.
Your hand comes up straight after fixing it more as she smiles to herself and returns to her plate again.
“pass the milk, please” your father sighs and you blink.
“we have none father.” he gets ready to say something before he snaps.
“you are right, i meant to get some yesterday but I forgot”
“i have to go by the market as well, we should go together?” Dwanu furrows his brows before scooping a spoon of beans into his mouth. Your father asks if they should leave now and Dwanu confirms that they should.
“well you two we will be leaving, protect eachother and cause no trouble, I must say this knowing you too” your father raises his brow comedically.
“of course, I will protect her.” you were so tired of Izogie's shananigans that you just give her the most dirtiest look you could muster, her ignoring it just fueling the twist of your face.
“be kind to one another as well” Dwanu chimes in slipping his feet into some flats.
“Right, me and dwanu are off.” When they both leave Izogie follows on their way out and waves them good bye until there in a far distance. You put your plate up and make your way to your room but Izogie's voice stops you.
“Hey, I have to wash my clothes, don't step out of the house until I come in. I don't know what will get you beyond these fields.” you step up to her, chest to chest as you dig a finger in-between her chest.
“I am not a child, I am older than you.” you walk off and the way your hips sway have her swooning, she adores the way you speak to her even when it's coated in an attitude. Izogie calls after you and you roll your eyes at the smile being heard in her voice.
“I'm going out now!” she chuckles and grabs some gloves and a bucket from the the porch. When you arrived pulled back the curtain to your room, settling on your quilt and sighing. It was long day and you wanted to relax.
•••
Izogie clipped that last piece of clothing on the line before walking back to the house. She pushed the material that covered the entryway to the side and looked around. It sounded too quiet and the atmosphere was too dark. Not a hint of candle lights or the sound of moving against a quilt. Izogie wouldn't go to bed without checking on you.
The path to your room wasn't far anyway but when she reached it the faintest thing was heard, she tilted her head curiously to test if it was her imagination. Both hands resting on either side of the door way.
“mh.” Izogie parts her lips slightly looking in every direction she can't see before focusing in on your voice, for a second she feels ashamed for eavesdropping but can't bring herself to move. The way ecstasy dripped from your voice sounded so sweet.
Every whiny breath and moan flew through her ears like a song, why would Izogie want to leave this gentle entraption, that was you.
Something like this was only possible in her dreams.
The moment Izogie met you she couldn't think. Honest to the gods the way you looked at her made her feel small, at a feeling so foreign she wanted to reject it which led to her constantly taunting you.
Deep inside she wanted you to read her and make her confess, because bottling up these emotions she hid didn't necessarily feel good.
So as Izogie listens to you touching yourself, the images in her mind make her body feel loose, fluid-like. Her protective walls are melting down until the obscene thoughts of her mind are bared to succor.
Another moan comes but it's louder than the rest and Izogie's eyes get large. She finds herself settling on her knees, biting her lips as only muffled sounds meet her ears. Would she be wrong if her hand traced across the waistline of her shorts, placing her thumb inside to brush across her curls.
Izogie leaned forward as she mindlessly peeled the curtain back, your body was shown covered with a dainty beige material over your waist and chest, she felt breathless.
The hand in her shorts traveling further as her eyes did the same down your neck. Parts of your body are glowing from the moonlight, the argent shade overlaying your warm cocoa skin.
Izogie's eyes flickered up to your hand sliding from your mouth, a connecting string of spit that she desperately wanted to lick up, even biting her lip to suppress her groans about it. She wanted include herself in your pleasure so badly, wanted to handle you the way you liked and learn your body with her hands and her lips, and her toungue.
She shut her eyes at the thought stroking her clit as she momentarily put her head back. The long shirt that pooled around her working wrist was lifted up by her free hand, the task of her rubbing her clit becoming easier. Izogie let out an involuntary moan and quickly yanked her hand away, rushing to the guest room.
You sat up in panic, quickly wrapping the material over your whole body. Your curtain was still as you took your hand to it, dragging it to the side and sighing in relief as there was no one there, maybe it was your imagination and once Izogie finished washing clothes she immediately hit the bed. You hoped as much.
•••
In the guest room, Izogie needed to tend to her throbbing as soon as possible. The temperature in the room felt tropical and in a snap of a finger all her clothes were off. She wanted to reach that state you'd been so close to obtaining, remembering how you touched your clit and resuming the circles.
Her body shudders slightly, elbows not serving her anymore to which she lays flat against the cover relaxing her legs apart. Thick brows furrowing when a shock makes her moan.
You walk down the hallway and approach Izogie's room to see if she is asleep. Not much thought occurs when you peel back the curtain, the sight making your jaw drop. In the faint light her body glows and her pussy is drenched in an luminescent fluid you thought of licking up.
Izogie's switches her hand over her mouth for inserting a thumb. That makes her think of penetration, what if she were to..
Her fingers prod at her entrance and insert a finger, hissing lowly. It's tight but the pain feels somewhat satisfying, Izogie finds herself wanting more and inserts another one moaning loud again and you believe she doesn't care anymore.
Your thighs get stickier the more she lets out those sinful noises including the wet ones coming from her pussy. Nibbling on your bottom lip unmercifully.
“god—”
She glances at the curtain and jumps, cursing loudly. Instead of taking her fingers out she keeps them in, as she covers her most intimate body parts with a blanket.
Your expression feigns alarm, “oh!” your feet only go three meters before she's calling you.
“stop!” you oblige and watch her place a cover over her. She looks flustered, an expression you wanted to see more often instead of her arrogant facade.
“you spied on me?" She stares at you intensely, ironic how you two were both interrupted from your masturbations. “how long have you been watching?”
“not long!” Izogie looks skeptical and brought her legs closer to her chest.
“.. what were you doing before?”
“... relaxing.” she doesn't expect for you to tell the fake yet unfake truth and sputters for words, the action making you chuckle and shrug.
“it's normal, no?” she reluctantly shrugs also struggling to ask you a certain question now that you're here.
“Is it.. normal to..... offer help during this?”
“What, touching yourself?”
“yes.” Izogie sighs out and you decide to play with her a bit.
“I guess, what? Do you want my help? Seems like you have it figured out."
“this is not.. the time to tease-” a smirk forms on your lips, "it is the perfect time to tease you my sweet izo. I just wanted to check if you came back inside and here you are, pleasuring yourself..." A moment of silence passes when you trail off. Izogie is beyond embarrassed but your tone strangely didn't give off any ridicule.
It was low and soft as your eyes were observant through the shadows. Observing each shift and movement of her body. Izogie realized quickly that she didn't have to be the core of your taunt, she could be shameless and flip this situation in her favor. And that is what she was going to do.
"Yes, as you've seen.. I am pleasuring myself. Judging by the way you're still standing and staring at me you must want to see more?" Then you snap out of every little thing thats kept you afloat. The anchor of confrontment pulls you down and you hold the side of the entrance to keep from buckling at her bold statement.
"You're disgusting.. "
"Says the girl who's still in my room, knowing i was doing something privately to which you had no right to know?" Izogie frowns and gets comfortable against the wall, fully covered by now.
"... when did you get inside the house." You blankly asked and she sucked her teeth, "I got in a while ago."
"So you saw me?" You began walking and let the flap go as she visibly froze. "I saw you?"
"You watched me too.. and–" you get on your knees, glancing down at her legs that are still tightly squeezed close.
“let out an interesting sound when you realized what I was doing, Izogie.” Your tone is sultry and she bites her lip from it, heart pounding as she slowly spread her thighs to make space for you.
"You are un-believable, you don't even mind me being here do you?" You scoot closer as inhales through her flared nostrils and presses against the wall.
"I mind a lot."
You chuckle “sure.. just tell me you want me here.” Izogie never broke from yours until she flickered her eyes to your lips.
"And make your ego swell? Please." She rolls her eyes and you finally scowl, body raising to go.
"I didn't say leave." She held your wrist and from then on you showed her a lot of things that night.
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Her lips fell open to let out deep breaths. You wanted to pounce on her whole visual and make her reach the finish line but you can only praise her.
“good, good. You can go faster if you want” in regards to the fingers inside of her.
“I'd finish to soon— mm”
“y-yeah- go at your own pace.”
Her pussy swallows her long fingers bit by bit, squelching when she reaches a tight abyss. Izogie wets her lips just to bite them over. You would have never thought to see her like this, ever.
“can you touch me too?” she mumbles.
“only if it's okay?” she nods her head, shakily breathing as she begins to stop. You feel the insides of her thighs and scoot closer to her.
“can I get on your lap?” Izogie hums permission and you settle there, reaching a hand to cup her mound. She closes her eyes leaning her head on your chest. Two fingers give attention to her swollen clit that jumps at the contact.
“do you feel what I'm doing to you?” you ask breathing throuh your nose to calm yourself down, she drags her head up and looks at with the most irresistible eyes. Her plump lips blowing around an —I do— and it's hushed. Only for you to hear. You can't control yourself anymore and grip her tricep circling it faster as her thighs shake.
“Your near, aren't you?”
“Mhm” you nod and feel proud of yourself for unraveling her. Hands float over your sides and grip your ass, the aggression making you emit a quick yelp.
“can I— touch you?” you give the green light and she lifts the wrap up, fingers searching for your clit and then rolling it the same you pace were going in on her. You moan loudly and rise off your knees a bit.
“mm. mm.�� she hooks an arm around your waist, strictly holding you close as she abused your clit with focus.
“yes!” her mouth is pressed against your breast and unconsciously sucking your nipple through the material. You stroke her head and quickly slide some of her juices on her cunt to make the slides easier.
“I'm close- cumming-” When you still, her pace doesn't stop. You're cumming all over her hand and you know it, you must grab her wrist and tell her that it's too much before she apologizes, that being cut off by her own gasp. Now she's finishing herself, arching her back off the wall before tensing up her core. She holds your elbow gently and you stop, rubbing your fingers on your wrap.
“How was that?”
“I just gave my virginity to you.”
“oh, me too.” as your highs come down you can't believe it but it's true, both of you just had sex and there's stars in Izogie's dim lit eyes that sparkle the more she looks at you. She's just staring until you get closer and peck her lips. Her eyes shut closed and then she grabs your face for something much longer than a simple peck.
She's still in the middle of rebooting so her motions are slightly sloppily and then you feel a thick tongue licking and lapping at your lips, before she uses her own to slowly enclose around yours again. Izogie hopes she's kissing you right, you transfer the most lightest whimpers through her throat and it's lulling her unbeknownst to you.
When you're out of breath you pull away and she settles for kissing your cheek and temple, moving down the slope of your neck.
“thank you” she mutters.
“of course, I'll be here whenever you need me”
“whenever I need you?” she hums in your shoulder and you can tell, slumber is bound to take her conscious any moment from now.
“Ɛɛn, ayi ce.” yes, my heart.
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The Elysian Feilds.
Divider is not mine, credits to whoever made it.
I wanted to give this little drabble an afterlife sense to it but you can imagine it however you want.
Fanta <3 : eat this snack for now pretty ppl. Heavily inspired by a little discussion with my moots. 💕
18+ ( good ole fashion Sapphic lovin' 😇)
Tags: @zeezeecave @mybonafidefeelings @masterajoy314 @xenaizogie @blacksapphhicmaddonna
"How does that feel love?" The first wife straddles Izogies back, her hand kneading into Izogie's tense muscles, wrap undone and loose under her chest. The exhausted woman can only reply with one word and the rest are pleased groans and sighs. The wife above smiles as the sounds encourage her to keep up with her service.
"Would you like me to massage your head, my sweet?" Izogie eyes open just the slightest bit to see her second wife on her knees just aching to spoil her even further.
"She's fine." The first wife says quietly as her eyes find the second wife in a curt manner, her toungue poking out of her mouth momentarily.
"I didn't ask you." Izogie smiles at their little argument that still manages to sound so soft and polite. The third wife didn't really argue much and she would cherish her own time with her miganon and exist by the other two as a meek soul. Only saying something when truly necessary.
The fourth wife chuckled to herself as she carefully bended Izogie's shea buttered legs, her calves expanding before she pulled it back and slid her hands up to massage her rough feet.
The third wife silently watched Izogie, any other chatter becoming background noise when the warrior met her gaze and blinked slowly. Her creasing eyes trying to stay open so she could continue their unspoken staring contest.
"Are you her mother?-"
"One can massage my back and the other can massage my head, that seem fair?" Izogie closed her eyes with her brows slightly raised and everything became silent until some grumbles of agreement commenced.
"What would you like to do princess?" She adressed the third wife and smiled with her eyes still closed. She heard some shuffling before a presence was felt near her face.
"I want to trace your skin.." The third wife reached out and swiping a thumb under her eye, swirling it on the apple of her cheek and bringing the finger all the way down to her chin, like a smoothing jade peice.
Izogie sighed and basked in the pleasurable services given to her. A slow hand scraping her scalp, the knuckles running through the knots of shoulders, and delicate fingers on her face.
This was Heaven.
Nights when all five women would sleep was enough to even fight the coldness of a winter storm. The second and fourth wife would lay ontop of her chest like a blanket while the other two rested beside her, hands either on izogies sternum or cheekbone.
When Izogie couldn't sleep they would all ask what she needed, different tones flowing inside her ear like a song. "What do you need baby?"
Sometimes dozens of kisses were all she needed, some of her temples, then on her jaw, maybe a few peppering her nose and eyes. But always one lingering one on her lips from each wife. Izogie felt herself smiling as she returned every kiss and sighed through the peppering of soft lips.
"There you go my love~"
"Sleepy now?"
"Rest, precious."
And loving was the absolute best, she would be doused in oceans of it, diving with no conscious but only harboring the sense of devotion. Multiple hands roamed her body like ribbon and squeezed any flesh they could their hands on. It was utopia to expeirence the immense love making.
"I'm happy you feel so good darling." The first wife spoke in her ear as she kissed the canal and trailed her needy lips to Izogies parted mouth. The wet tip of a toungue traced the corner of her mouth and swiped her upper lip twice as Izogie tipped her head back and caught the first wife's toungue finally slipping in her mouth.
The third wife paused her wet mouthing on Izogies expanse of skin and licked her fingers to occupy the digits on her abandoned clit. What a treat it was to hear her gasp and shiver under her touch.
"You're so beautiful Izo." The fourth wife chimed gently as she could hear a moan escape but it was muffled and the young lady knew it was because of her compliment. A smile made its way to her face as she dipped down to suck on the warriors hard and sensitive nipple, hand sliding vertically along her sleek abs.
The second wife was buried between Izogies thighs, eating her swell pussy with no mercy and patience. She was drinking up every drop Izogie provided, she could feel it through and through. Izogie parted from the first wife's mouth, her face screwing up in ecstasy. The first wife watched on in a haze as she silently beckoned the other three to watch.
"Look.. look she's so close?" Everyone watched the way Izogie tensed up and stilled, her moans finally breaking through and trembling over themselves as her climax was taking full force.
"Come on baby, spill." Izogie eyes rolled back slightly as she began to release her juices into the mouth of her lover. The praises that came from that made her pussy twitch and clench as everyone got gentler.
Oh what a dream it was to have four beautiful black wives at your beck and call.
#lashana lynch#black wlw#the woman king#woman king#izogie x black fem!reader#izogie x fem reader#izogie fanfiction#izogie x black fem#lgbtq#black queer women#every woman deserves a wife
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A wish.
Izogie x black fem
After Izogie catches an orphan boy vandalizing in broad daylight he convinces her to talk to his teacher at the orphanage instead of getting taken to the station and when she gets there she definitely does meet his (kind and beautiful) teacher as promised. Izogie visits there often now and somehow she finds herself inside a storage closet with you instead of getting balls for the children.
includes; kissing and deep admiration between the characters, not long its like a cut scene ykwim?, fluff. Enjoy!
[A/N : hey pretty people, its been awhile 🙉💞💞
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As your back was pressed against the shelf you were trapped in between Izogies arms, she was so close that you could smell her cologne and the soft skin of her neck that was bared for you in any way you chose to treat it, the earthly oil scent from her cornrows and the caramel breath near your ear traveling to your sensitive nose that wouldn't stop sensing.
Your eyes were shut closed thinking she'd kiss you on the lips but she pressed the warm pair under your peirced lobe, lingering it there as she felt your fingers hold her neck. When Izogie departed there was a slow smack and they echoed while she peppered them lower until she right on your jugular vein, it pulsing with a temper. Your lips parted when she sucked there, being as light as possible yet you were squirming all the same, emitting one single moan.
"You sound so fragile" she smirked on your skin, nipping the spot in hopes to create a mark and you let her, moving hands to the back of her head and scraping gently down the undercut which made her hum.
"Don't be fooled, i'm— mh~— anything but" she pulled completely to look into your glittering eyes before glancing down at your lips, colored plum and glossy. Izogie was aware of how intense her gaze would come off but was she really?
When you looked into her eyes she reminded you of the leaves you plucked and smelled while thinking of paradise, she was the warm temperature on a gloomy spring day, the unexpected rush of dopamine while you were sleepy, and the rain washing down cement pavements during the night.
"I want you to kiss me.. " Izogie didn't waste a second because she's been thinking about this moment since day one, she's wanted you since day one. Hoping to make you laugh until you cried, giving you flowers as a lover every morning, praising your beauty without any reasons and making you hold her body close on the days you thought were the worst.
Her hands squeezed your sides and hips in almost a desperate manner as you swirled your toungue in her mouth, making her gently furrow her brows in pleasure.
"Ms.— ms. Ndua?" A young and muffled voice from outside the door made both women break up quickly causing some things on the shelf shift. You dabbed at the corners of your lips and cleared your throat. Izogie smiled to herself as she wiped your lipgloss from her mouth.
"Um- here grab this" you handed her some children's books and a random cup hoping the child outside wouldn't suspect your past events. Izogie situated it in her arms as you cracked the door putting a sweet voice for a young boy with red sauce stains on his mouth. You cleaned it off for him, "omokayo messy boy, what do you need?"
"I want a cookie but can't reach and- ah!" He dramatically out his hands over his hand, staring wide-eyed at Izogies tall stature.
"Policeeee!" He ran away almost tripping over his own feet. Izogie chuckled, shoulders bouncing as you stood up with an amusing yet confused expression.
"I guess he served as a sign for me to take my leave, lunch break is well over by now" you laughed taking the random items from her arms.
"Right, I'll see you tomorrow hopefully?"
"Hopefully." You nodded and she leaned her down making your heart race.
"The kids-"
"It'll be quick" just when you blinked she pecked your lips and grinned, making her way around your stunned and frozen body.
"Bye ms. Ndula" you shook your head with a smile seeing the last bit of her jog from the orphanage.
"Bye officer."
#black women love black women#wlw#the woman king#officer!izogie#izogie fanfiction#izogie x black!reader#izogie#izogie x fem reader#izogie x reader
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Don't Leave || Vincenzo x Reader
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>ASMR<
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Summary: Izogie needs to be pampered after a long day
Warnings: Request, fluff, suggestive content, black!reader
Word Count: 1.3k
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Don't Hate The Player || Izogie x Reader
Summary: It’s time for you to finally get payback for all the times Izogie ran her mouth after her victories.
Warnings: suggestive content, pining, established relationship, fluff
Word Count: 2.0k
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Summary: After witnessing you and the Europeans together, Izogie feels she needs to make her claim on you more known.
Warnings: established relationship, smut, oral(r!receiving), possessive!izogie, fluff, black!reader, fem!reader, top!Izogie, soft!dom!Izogie
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