#izogi | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

stadiumbleachers · 1 year

Text

Attitude Adjustment

Izogie x black!fem!reader x Shuri

Summary: while training as an Agojie, you have trouble grasping the concept of obedience, Shuri and Izogie help you adjust your attitude

Content Warnings: mean!Shuri, nice!Izogie, degredation, spanking, fingering, strapslinger!shuri, strapslinger!izogie

Word Count: 2.7k

“Use your core! Your movements are too flimsy!” Izogie’s voice bellowed across the training ground, her annoyance clear as day. She was getting under your skin and you were certainly getting under hers.

You stepped back from the mannequin and repeated the steps.

Lunge

Duck

Kick

Strike

The straw filled head of the mannequin cut clean off and landed on the dirt then rolled over to her feet

“Better…” Izogie looked you up and down, pinning you to your spot with her gaze,”But not good enough”

You sucked your teeth and grumbled, “Nothing is good enough for you”, but she was unphased by your defiance. She crossed her arms over the chest, biceps bulging under her glowing brown skin.

“You’re very mouthy for someone who has a lot to learn”

“Are you gonna teach me or keep talking?” you snapped at her. She clenched her jaw but her expression remained neutral.

“Drop your weapon and come over here”

The sword landed with a dull thud but you stayed put

“Come.Here.” she repeated, her voice dangerously low

The corner of your mouth twitched, itching to say something smart, but your feet moved on their own. It was as if your body wanted to obey her - needed it. But you were too stubborn for your own good.

Standing before her, you mirrored her stance with your hands on your hips

“We’ll practice some hand to hand. Keep your feet light and ready to move but keep your strikes strong”

Izogie bent her knees and you circled each other. She threw the first hit, a fist swiping quickly to your right shoulder which you dodge smoothly. You threw a kick of your own, your foot colliding with her toned thigh, barely budging her. She grabbed your foot before you could pull it back and pulled, throwing off your balance. You landed on your back, red dirt kicking up on the impact.

“Your strike is strong but it needs to be faster” she held out a hand to help you up and you took it. You sprung to your feet and dusted yourself off

“I’m tired, I need a break”

“It’s barely been an hour. Do you think the mighty Agojie stop fighting simply because they are tired? Do they endanger the kingdom of Dahomey for a few minutes' rest?”

“No, they don’t” you mumbled

“And what’s the most important rule?” she asked you

“Always listen to Izogie”

“That’s right, and you will listen to me”

The words jumped out of you before you could stop them,“Make me”

“Who do you think you’re talking to?” a voice asked behind you and you whipped your head around to discover Princess Shuri of Wakanda in your presence. You bowed in greeting, the scowl quickly wiped from your face

“Princess Shuri, I-I’m sorry you had to hear that , I swear I was-” Shuri held up a hand to silence you and your promptly shut your mouth

The princess ignored you and walked right past you to greet Izogie. White hot embarrassment ran up your back but you kept your eyes glued to your feet and your hands tightly clasped behind your back

“Zo, my friend, it’s been too long” you heard her say

“Far too long, I hear stories of your engineering genius more than I hear from you” Izogie laughed, and you didn’t need to see her to know her brilliant white teeth were on display

“We’ll have to make more time to visit, won’t we, great warrior” Shuri teased her, then cleared her throat. Your skin pricked as you felt two sets of eyes staring at your back

“So, this is the one you told me about” the dirt shifted under her steps as she made her way over to where you were standing, “She seems to still be keeping you on your toes”

“Unfortunately yes, I’m one smart word away from throwing her out into the streets” Izogie joined Shuri in appraising you up close, like predators inspecting their prey.

You felt hot all over, petrified at how turned on you were at being spoken about like you weren’t even there

Shuri stepped in front of you, her hand grazing the hem of your training gear, and you chanced a look into her eyes but quickly averted them when you saw the fire that burned inside them

“Keep your eyes on the ground”

You felt Izogie press her hand into your back from where she stood behind you, to test your balance, but you tensed your abs and stood firm against the warm pressure of her hand

“Hmmm” Shuri hummed,”Maybe she needs some reinforcement”

“What did you have in mind?”

.......... ..........

The inside of the talon fighter was beautifully decked out with the latest wakadan technology, but you could hardly enjoy your surroundings with the sight before you. The warrior and the princess sat in respective chairs, wearing identical stern expressions. Your eyes flicked back and forth between the two, your mind overwhelmed by their beautiful faces. Izogie’s voice interrupted your blatant ogling and brought you down to earth.

“Do you understand what we ask of you?”

You nodded

“Ah ah, use your words” Shuri instructed you

“Yes, I do” you answered immediately

“So”Izogie continued, shifting in her seat to spread her powerful legs, “what do you say?”

“I want it” you said, your voice just above a whisper

“Good”, they said it at the same time and somehow that one word made you weak in the knees as your stood before them awaiting instructions

“I think you owe Izogie an apology, why don’t you get on your knees and show her just how sorry you are” Shuri gestured to the floor and you slowly went down. The carpet of the talon fighter cushioning you as you crawled over to where Izogie sat, looking quite bored.

You leaned in and pecked the inside of one knee, then the other. Gently, you kissed and licked the soft skin of her inner thighs, alternating between them. You paused with your face before her clothed core, and looked up at her as if to ask permission.

“Go on, we don’t have all day” Izogie regarded you with one thick brow raised

You reached a shaky hand forward and pushed her undergarment to the side. To your absolute delight, you saw her inner labia peeking out and glistening wet. Your mouth watered, desperate for a taste, desperate to prove you were worthy of such an honor.

You closed your eyes and placed a chaste kiss on each lip, as if you weren’t burning with the desire to consume the most intimate parts of the warrior. You nippled at the sensitive skin and her legs quivered on either side of your head.

Above you, Shuri and Izogie started talking about trade agreements and war strategies, your presence reduced to a mere object for their pleasure. This only spurred you on and you dove in, lapping at her like you were starving. Your tongue worked into her, gathering up the sweet slick of her arousal which you swallowed down greedily. Using your nose to stimulate her sensitive bundle of nerves, you moved your head side to side, your tongue rigid inside her smooth walls.

You could tell she was close from the way she clenched and relaxed in rhythm around your tongue. The heady taste of her left you brainless, fueled only by the desire to please, and they both knew it.

“Look at you, so desperate to please, this is who you really are, huh?” Izogie’s voice was raspy as she finally addressed you

You moaned into her dripping sex and latched your lips around her clit, sucking on it with reckless abandon. Two of your nimble fingers pushed easily into her, and you curled them, twisting this way and that.

Her abs tensed, her thighs shook and her hips rolled faster, chasing the climax you were determined to give her

“Bring her over the edge, show her what a good little slut you are, yeah?” Shuri instructed you from her seat beside Izogie

The words shot right through you and you felt your own arousal running down your thigh, your hole clenched pathetically around nothing. The pads of your fingers brushed up against the bumpy spot inside her and you pounded them into her, and hit it with every thrust. Your arm ached and your jaw burned, but you couldn’t stop, not when she was so close.

You bit down gently on her clit then pulled back to blow cold breath onto the abused little bud

“Oh yesss, you dirty fucking whore” Izogie’s voice sounded foreign as she tipped over the edge, climax forcing her body forward. The trimmed curls of her sex tickled your nose and her thighs clamped down on your head, keeping you in place. You hung your tongue out of your mouth and panted, allowing her to use you as she rocked her hips steadily and came down from her high.

When she was sufficiently recovered, she grabbed your hair in one hand and pulled you away from her. You took your first breaths of air that weren’t overpowered with Izogie’s arousal. You sucked off the remainder of her slick from your fingers, moaning around them while you licked them clean.

You barely had time to catch your breath before Shuri was summoning you, with the crook of a slim finger. You crawled over to her and sat on your feet, waiting for her instructions

“What do you think Izogie, is she really sorry?”

Izogie put her hand to her chin and pretended to consider it,”Hmmm, not quite but she’s getting there. How about you put her across your lap? Maybe then she’ll be sorry”

The two women laughed together, mocking you. You throbbed between your legs, and a bead of sweat ran down your back, though the room was chilly from the A/C.

“Strip. Then come lay across my lap”

You quickly disrobed then clumsily climbed across the princess’ lap. Your round ass was turned up to her and your breasts were pressed uncomfortably into the armrest

“How many spanks for this greedy little thing?” Shuri kneaded her hands into your ass, pulling them apart to expose your wet, pulsating cunt.

“Ten will suffice” Izogie’s voice floated to your ears, but you were already high off the thought of what Shuri was going to do to you

“You must count each one and then thank me for teaching you to be a good girl. Understood?”

Your mind scrambled for the word you were trying to say, “Ungh..Yes”

As soon as the words left your mouth, her hand came down on one cheek. The sting was gone as quickly as it came and garbled out, “One. Thank you”

The next slap was harder, your ass bounced from the impact. “Two, thank you” She continued to rain down her abuse on your ass, until tears ran down your brown cheeks and dripped onto the once immaculately clean carpet. The tenth slap she spread your cheeks with one hand and brought down the other with punishing strength on your pussy.

The skin reddened and tingled with the current of a thousand nerve endings set on fire. You wailed loudly, thrashing around on her lap until she grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled. You stilled in her lap, gasping quietly as the tears continued to fall

“What do you say, slut?” Izogie asked you on Shuri’s behalf

“T-ten, thank you princess”

“Good girl. Now lie on your back on the floor”

You stood on shaky legs and lowered yourself to the floor once more, gritting your teeth at the sensation of your sore ass rubbing on the carpet. You watched as Shuri stood up and got something from a drawer. It was a dildo, black with glowing blue throughout. Shuri took out a harness and secured it on herself, then handed an identical strap-on to Izogie who did the same.

“Why is it glowing?” you asked them

“It’s made from vibranium, which means it feeds the sensation of inside you to us, so we can feel it” Shuri explained easily, as if it wasn’t a feat of engineering genius

She knelt before you and Izogie did the same, both sets of eyes assessing you from head to toe. Izogie licked her lips, her eyes trained on your breasts where your nipple were hard from being stimulated on the arm chair

“You’re so beautiful,” she told you reverently, “but so very bad”

Shuri took hold of your knees and spread them, the chilly air doing nothing to cool the heat from your wet cunt, “Now that she's apologized so well, do you think we should show her what good girls get?” she was talking to Izogie but her eyes were piercing into yours

Izogie grinned “You fill her mouth so she’s nice and quiet and I’ll fill her right here” she trailed a digit from your knee to your pussy and ran it up and down your slit. You hissed, already worked up.

Shuri moved to kneel behind your head and tapped the strap lightly on your cheeks, rubbing it onto your plump lips. You took it in and sucked sloppily at the head, saliva running from the side of your mouth. Shuri groaned as your warm tongue work languidly to please her

Izogie worked one digit into you, then quickly added another, then another. Your pussy ached delightfully as she stretched you to take her.

Suddenly Shuri pulled out of your mouth and held your jaw in her skillful hand. Your forced yourself to focus on her words, even though you were being pumped full of fingers

“Repeat after me. I will listen to Izogie” she told you

You could hardly get the words out

“I will listen to Izogie” tears pricked at your eyes as you were overwhelmed by the attention of both women

Izogie leaned down to your ear and whispered “You will be a good little slut for me, won’t you?”

“I’ll be a good little slut for-”

You barely finished the sentence and Izogie stuffed your pussy full of her cock, drawing out mewls from your mouth, but the sounds were quickly silenced by Shuri.

Your head bobbed up and down in time with each expert stroke of Izogie’s hips. The louder your garbled moans, the harder Izogie fucked into you. You screwed your eyes shut as Shuri forced the strap deeper into your throat. You relaxed it and allowed her to fuck your face.

Both women’s strokes became faster, more sporadic and you could tell they were close. You clenched you walls around Izogie and reached a hand up to rub at Shuri’s clit below the strap

“Oh fuck yes, gag on it, whore” Shuri’s hips stuttered and your mouth filled with the slick of her climax that being fed into your mouth from the vibranium strap. It choked you.

She pulled out and allowed you to catch your breath but it was quickly knocked back out of you when Izogie built up a punishing pace. Both of her hands grabbed hold of your breasts, slapping them and pinching and rolling your nipples until you writhed beneath her. With one last tug on your clit and her hip angled up to hit your g-spot, you toppled over the edge.

White light burst behind your still closed eyelids and you screamed, squirming desperately while Izogie reached her own high. You felt her hips stutter and you grabbed handfuls of her ass and pulled her deeper into you

“Come inside me, please” you begged her

She obliged, your cunt leaking with the combination of both of your juices.

Eventually, she pulled out and lay on her back alongside Shuri, showing you for the first time that she was pleased with you. Your heart swelled with pride.

The room was silent, except for the quiet gasps of all three of you catching your breath

Shuri spoke up from where she lay on the floor, “Just to review, who’s a good girl?”

Your voice sounded positively destroyed as you answered, “Me”

“That’s fucking right” they said it at the same time, and somehow your fucked out hole still quivered miserably.

“Now let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

You could only nod and allow yourself to be lifted off the ground by the two women who had just wrecked you and fucked out every fibre of defiance from your body

…

#shuri x reader #izogie x reader #reader is a brat

768 notes · View notes

gonesgone · 1 year

Text

[🧷] / so close, yet so far, part one.

[🫀] \ bridging the gap, part two.

— synopsis: as you distance yourself from Izogie, she decides to take a different approach.

— pairing: Izogie x black!fem!reader.

— author’s note: decided to make this a three part series. this part is quite lengthy but it’s my way of saying thank you for all the support on the first one. happy reading, everyone.

almost two weeks.

that’s how long you had been avoiding Izogie.

ever since you overheard her expressing a lack of interest for love, you wanted to lose any romantic feelings you held towards her.

“she will be miganon one day,” you thought. “pining after her was a big mistake in the first place.”

that same night, you decided to take matters into your own hands and do what was best for you.

so, at the start of the week, you kept yourself out of Izogie’s line of sight. you also made sure not to draw the attention of others as well.

luckily for you, your initial plan started off smoothly.

a new group of trainees had arrived at the palace and most of the focus was on getting them settled in and trained. per usual, Izogie was the one chosen to show them the ropes and because of this, she was quite occupied. you didn’t mind though. it made sneaking around a lot easier.

on top of that, relief washed over you when you found out that you were now training with Amenza, Nanisca’s right hand woman. it would’ve been embarrassing to train with the newcomers, especially under Izogie’s guidance.

what you needed was for enough time to pass so that your love for her could fade. but as the days went by and you saw less and less of her, you wondered if that was what you really wanted.

at times, when you heard her voice in the distance, butterflies erupted in your stomach and you wished it was you she spoke to. when you walked into a room and got a whiff of her scent, you found your eyes searching, needing to catch a glimpse of her.

but what you wanted didn’t matter.

Izogie wasn’t looking for love and even if she was, you wouldn’t be her first choice.

the thought of that felt painful but you needed to come to terms with it. you had to lose feelings and for once, you planned on succeeding at something you put your mind to.

so, you focused on your trainings instead. when you had time, you engaged in fun activities with the few friends you had and carried out your daily duties. going forward, you swore to never feel this strongly for another person ever again.

love seemed to be a luxury you could not afford.

as the week drew to a close, all was still going well. until the arrival of the second week.

everything started one nightfall. the agojie, as well as the trainees, were fast asleep. the only people awake at the time being the guards who kept watch.

in your quarters, you found yourself restless and after a while, you decided to take a trip to the bathhouse. it was the perfect place for you to clear your head.

upon arriving though, you thought you heard a sound come from the inside but nevertheless, you proceeded to walk down the stone steps.

soon enough, you were greeted by the serene, deep blue color of the water. candles on the walls were lit, giving the space a dim, orange glow.

off to the side, you noticed some clothes were neatly folded. as you wondered whose they were, the owner came up from the water, wiping her face with both hands.

it was Izogie.

you stood frozen in place as her brown eyes locked on yours. in the water’s embrace, the complexion of her skin glistened even more and her gaze was low, almost as if to invite you in.

all you could do was stare, way too absorbed with how good she looked from afar. for what seemed like an eternity, neither of you said a word to each other. soon, her eyes left yours as they traveled down the rest of your body.

Izogie licked her lips slowly as she watched you. instantly, your heart pounded furiously. when her eyes returned to yours, a glint resided in them and you held your breath, nervousness coursing through your veins.

then, she swam towards you.

immediately, all types of warning bells went off in your head. this wasn’t good at all, especially for your blood pressure. you needed to leave, you thought. but as she got progressively closer, you couldn’t find the strength to move.

before you knew it, Izogie was in front of you.

well, at your feet to be precise.

she still hadn’t gotten out of the water but something about looking down on her made your legs weak. she looked softer, tiredness having settled deep on her facial features.

in that moment, you wanted her head buried between your neck and shoulder as you caressed her back. you wanted to enclose your thighs around her waist as you whispered sweet nothings in her ears. you wanted to feel the weight of her body on yours as she slept.

but what you wanted didn’t matter.

before Izogie could step out of the water, you quickly turned on your heel and ran up the steps, exiting the bathhouse. you didn’t stop running until you reached your quarters, unable to sleep for the remainder of the night.

the next day during training, you were working on rope tying with Amenza when you felt an extra set of eyes on you from across the courtyard.

they were from none other than Izogie.

under the hot sun, her skin was oiled well, further highlighting her muscles. she had one hand rested at the hilt of her weapon as she walked around, monitoring her trainees’ progress.

but every so often, her gaze wandered over to you. soon, it began to stir up mixed emotions inside you.

for one, a part of you felt elated. in the past, Izogie rarely looked at you. and whenever she did make eye contact, it was usually when she was scolding you. but for today, even when you caught her staring, she never looked away.

it made you want to smile as your hands fiddled with your rope.

it felt nice.

it felt hopeful.

but then again, being seen by her was not a part of your plan. at the bathhouse, the feelings you had been working so hard to get rid of only amplified when you were in front of her. in the end, it was you who suffered the sleepless night.

you couldn’t keep putting yourself through that.

as you worked on your knots, Amenza noticed how tangled your rope (and mind) was. she smiled softly as she placed her hand on top of yours. you quickly snapped back to reality and apologized.

not long after, you, as well as Izogie’s group, were called to gather around.

the new trainees would be going on a tour today to learn about the different routes the agojie used. you already knew all about them but seeing as you didn’t graduate, you were still required to tag along.

Amenza and Izogie each formed a group and divided the trainees until you were the last one left. then, they allowed you to choose who you wanted to join.

you quickly ran to Amenza’s side. for your sanity, you needed to stick to your plan.

she gave you a small chuckle as she began to explain further rules. but while she spoke, you made the mistake of allowing your eyes to meet Izogie’s.

she was already looking at you but for the first time today, it was her who quickly averted her gaze upon meeting your eyes. as Amenza continued to address the group, you couldn’t help but feel that Izogie was refraining from looking in your direction.

this is for the better, you thought.

but as both groups began departing in different directions, you wondered if that was a lie you could really keep telling yourself.

as for the tour, the first half went quite well. Amenza explained the various routes in an understanding way and answered questions thoughtfully. once in a while, she even allowed you all to take a quick break.

this time, the group had stopped by a small stream to rest. some birds were chirping high in the trees as the sound of water flowing filled the air.

off to the side, you noticed some of the girls were stone skipping while others dipped their toes in playfully. you decided to take a seat at the bank of the stream in order to enjoy the scenery.

soon, your relaxation time was cut short when you spotted three trainees not too far from you.

they were huddled up, laughing obnoxiously as they pointed in your direction. you sighed as you did your best to ignore them. nowadays, they didn’t even hide the fact that they were talking about you.

as you tried to focus your attention on other things, you couldn’t help but overhear their conversation.

“i’m surprised they still let her stay here. i thought Dahomey needed warriors, not an extra mouth to feed.”

the other two girls snickered and you felt anger bubble inside you upon hearing her comment.

Nanare.

she was one of the trainees who arrived a week ago but for some reason you weren’t aware of, she had a strong dislike for you.

the funny thing was that you didn’t even know her prior to joining the king’s guard and till this day, you never once had a conversation with the girl.

from what you heard about her from Fumbe, she had willingly signed up to join the agojie and was beyond competitive. as of late, she was the only trainee at the top of all her classes.

you also found out that you were older than Nanare. but seeing how everyone knew of you failing to pass the final test, you figured that was why she felt emboldened to speak about you anyhow.

at times, you thought of reporting her to Amenza then later brushed it off. her behavior was childish and you only hoped she would grow out of it soon.

you still didn’t want to draw any attention to yourself and besides, the agojie did not tolerate any form of bullying against one another. if any of it was found out, it was Izogie who handed out punishments.

if anything, you were saving Nanare by keeping quiet.

but then, the younger had the audacity to utter a specific sentence and for the first time in your life, you felt provoked to hit a woman.

“maybe she’s sleeping with King Ghezo.”

you instantly got up and started walking in their direction, both of your fists balled at your side. you may not be the best fighter here but in that moment, something in you felt compelled to swing first, deal with the consequences later.

before you could act though, Amenza called out for all the trainees to gather around.

the other two girls smirked at you as Nanare eyed you up and down. she then bumped into your shoulders as she went to join the rest of the group. you simply stood there, watching in disbelief.

soon, Amenza waved you over and you had no choice but to join the rest.

for the duration of the tour, the younger’s insults lingered in your mind. although it’d been frustrating to hear, Nanare’s words couldn’t compare to the headache the next day would bring you.

per usual, the afternoon started off particularly hot. Izogie, along with the trainees, were heading out for training. before they left, she asked you to sharpen the agojie spears that had grown dull.

on your way to gather up the weapons, you noticed one of the palace workers, an elderly woman, struggling. she was trying to transport pots of indigo dye and you remembered that festival day was in a few days.

it was a celebration of Dahomey’s prosperity in the trades and towards the end, various goods were given up as offerings in hopes of the success continuing.

since last week, all the workers had been busy with making clothes, jewelry, palm oil and more. the busiest being the indigo dye makers.

upon spotting her, you offered to help move the dye to storage for safekeeping. she thanked you graciously and you got to work.

you didn’t mind the heavy lifting but soon, one trip turned into two, which turned into four and before you knew it, the sun was starting to fall. the trainees would be back any time soon and you still hadn’t sharpened a single spear.

you quickly parted ways with the elderly woman as she thanked you even more.

then, you scrambled to collect the spears and made your way to the sharpening station. when you arrived, you set everything on the floor and wiped the beads of sweat that trickled down your forehead.

not long after you sat down to work, Izogie entered the space. instantly, you felt your heart drop. her face and shoulders were covered in sweat. as she walked further into the room, you noticed some of her hair sticking out of place.

“why did she have to come straight here?” you thought.

as you set your tools down, she watched you with a blank expression. then, you slowly got up from your seat to address her. in that moment, everything in you wanted to run but you knew you couldn’t.

so, you stood straight, mentally preparing yourself.

“i gave you all afternoon to sharpen these. why have you not finished?”

in your chest, your heart was pounding as you looked up at her. Izogie was only a couple inches taller but it always felt like she towered over you. not just height wise, but in other aspects as well. one example being her voice.

it was always deep and firm, easily sending goosebumps through you. for a split second, you even found yourself wishing her lips were speaking directly into the shell of your ear.

she raised an eyebrow at you and you realized that you had just been staring. you quickly cleared your throat.

“i’m sorry. i was helping one of the older women move indigo dye and it took some time. i’ll stay up until i’ve finished these.”

Izogie looked at you for a while, not saying a word. soon, it was becoming hard for you to maintain eye contact and the air in the room felt very thick. then, she broke the silence.

“is the job i asked you to do that hard?”

you were taken aback by the question. the last thing you needed was for her to think you were dodging the tasks she gave. you tried to explain again.

“no, no. it’s just that the woman was elderly and—.”

you couldn’t even finish your sentence because she started walking towards you, a stern look appearing on her face.

“so now you can disobey my orders and do as you please?”

you furrowed your eyebrows at her. was she trying to pick a fight with you? because it felt like she was deliberately ignoring your explanation.

“none of that was my intention. i just couldn’t let that woman do all the work herself. she had no help.”

Izogie stopped in front of you.

“do you want me to applaud you for being a good samaritan?”

now, you were getting irritated.

“excuse me?” you asked, way too exhausted to be doing this. “what was i supposed to do? just walk by as she struggled?”

in the past, you had never spoken back to Izogie whenever she scolded you. that was because at the time, you believed the things she was saying made sense. and it did.

but at the moment, this specific conversation seemed quite nonsensical to you. it’s not like you completely abandoned your work. you came back and told her you would stay up until it was done.

why was she so upset?

you snapped out of your thoughts when she brought her face closer to yours, mere inches separating the both of you.

“it seems you have forgotten the first rule of training because i don’t talk to you as much.”

you could feel your entire body getting hotter by the second. if she wanted to take it there, two could play that game. you spoke up in a strict tone.

“Izogie, you’re not who I answer to anymore. when you asked me to sharpen the spears, I agreed to do so because it is part of my duty as a trainee. it was not because I needed to obey you.”

she smirked, the whites of her teeth showing.

“so now you can talk. you must be happy not having me as a teacher.”

the look on her face was genuinely pissing you off.

“i am happy. at least Amenza teaches me instead of criticizing everything i do and then avoiding me.”

her eyebrows raised slightly, smirk fading.

“do you want me to hold your hands like a child for every single thing you have to do?”

you instantly scoffed at her, tears beginning to pool in your eyes. deep down, you knew you always tried your best but for her to not see that, it stung.

“you would be a terrible miganon. you know that, right?”

instantly, she looked shocked by what you said. you tried to keep your composure but soon, a tear ran down your cheek.

“all you see me as is some sort of burden you don’t want to deal with. Izogie, if I was bleeding out on the battlefield, you would leave me there to die wouldn’t you?”

Izogie stood frozen in place, pain engulfing her eyes.

was that what you thought of her?

your words kept replaying in her head, cementing themselves in her mind. as your tears continued to flow, a pang of guilt spread throughout her body.

she instinctively brought a hand up to your cheek but you quickly swatted it away as you spoke.

“please. just go back to ignoring me.”

then, you stepped out of the room.

Izogie stood there alone, a dazed look on her face. she inhaled and exhaled shakily as her gaze landed on the spears. she stared at them for a while before her jaw clenched, tear drops falling from her eyes.

you on the other hand, felt like you couldn’t breathe.

it was as if Izogie knew how to stitch and unravel the fabric that was you and there was nothing you could do. it was your own heart and yet, she controlled its beating. none of it was fair.

you were still crying but you needed to collect your bearings. so, you tucked yourself away in a far corner of the palace and waited an hour or so. then, you headed back to the sharpening station. thankfully, she wasn’t there anymore and you got back to work.

as you sharpened the spears, you found yourself at an internal crossroad. a part of you felt that you had gone too far with what you said to her. but at the same time, another part felt proud of you for voicing your thoughts.

as night fell, you decided to stop thinking so much and focus on the task at hand. once you were finished, you leaned back in your chair, too tired to move. as you reminisced about the encounter, sleep soon took over your mind.

the next day, you woke up groggily and rubbed the pain from your shoulders. you could hear indistinct chatter in the background as events from the night before came flooding in. you tried to adjust to the bright light, only to realize you were in your quarters.

girls were busy getting ready for the day and some were even eating breakfast already. you turned to the side and saw Nawi who was rubbing oil on her skin. she smiled brightly as she looked at you.

“finally, you’re awake. Fumbe wanted to get breakfast with you but you just kept sleeping. she eventually left like half an hour ago.”

instantly, you were confused. did you end up coming back here? but you were sure you had slept on the hard, wooden chair. you decided to ask.

“Nawi, did you see me come in last night?”

she looked at you for a couple of seconds, a smile threatening to fall from her lips.

“Izogie brought you in.”

you looked at her like she had nine heads.

“what?”

Nawi laughed.

“I stayed up quite late talking to my mother and on my way back, I saw Izogie carrying you.”

now, you were even more confused. there was no way what Nawi was saying could be true. not after last night. but then again, Nawi had no reason to lie.

as you kept thinking, you heard a last call for breakfast and quickly bolted up. at the serving station, there was one bowl left, wrapped up with leaves on top.

it was a bit odd but you didn’t think much of it. as you reached down to grab it, a server stopped you.

“i’m sorry but this dish is reserved.”

this morning just keeps getting odder and odder, you thought. since when did anyone reserve breakfast? you were about to explain to the server that you hadn’t eaten yet when someone interrupted.

it was the elderly lady you had helped move indigo dye for. she had a smile on her face as she grabbed the bowl and handed it to you. she then turned to the server.

“don’t worry. Izogie was saving the food for this girl, not herself.”

you blinked twice, wondering if you had heard wrong.

“Izogie?”

she nods.

“she told me this morning to make sure that the girl who helped me yesterday ate. isn’t she kind?”

you stood there, unable to comprehend what was happening. quickly, you thanked the server and the elderly woman as you returned to your quarters.

little did you know, Nanare was off to the side and she overheard the entire conversation.

throughout the day, you tried many times to speak with Izogie but there was never an opportunity. this time though, it wasn’t because she was avoiding you. it just happened to be one of those hectic days.

you figured your best opportunity to see her would be at night so you waited. when the time came, you snuck out and headed to her quarters. it was located on the other side of the palace but you didn’t mind.

upon arriving, you saw her on the front steps. she was sneaking a flask under her shirt and you took in a deep breath before walking up.

“Izogie,” you called out.

she turned to look at you, her face tired from the day.

you fiddled with your hands, unsure of how to even begin the conversation.

“i just wanted to say thank you for bringing me back to my quarters and for the food.”

she stared at you with a low gaze, saying nothing. you mentally told yourself to keep going.

“i also wanted to say that i’m sorry for what i said to you last night. it was not right of me and i will accept any punishment you give.”

Izogie still said nothing as she watched you. soon, your mouth was moving faster than your mind.

“can you please say something? if you hate me and never want to speak to me again, just let me know.”

she kissed her teeth slightly as she averted her eyes briefly. soon, she motioned you over with her hand.

“walk with me.”

the night’s air felt cool against your skin as you walked alongside her. both of you were silent, watching few palace workers go by. occasionally, she drank from her flask, staring straight ahead.

then out of nowhere, she spoke.

“i want to apologize to you as well.”

“what?” you asked, staring at her side profile.

“i want to apologize to you. i should’ve done it first.”

you turned your head back to the front.

“tell me what you are apologizing for specifically.”

she scoffed and began counting on her fingers.

“for speaking harshly to you. for avoiding you. for not spending more time helping you as you struggled. for last night.”

she paused before continuing.

“i’ve never once saw you as a burden.”

you heart skipped a beat as she drank some more of what was in the flask.

“there are lots of things inside me that i struggle with. old wounds. i don’t know how to handle a lot of them but i promise, i won’t let it affect how i treat you anymore. i’ll be better to you.”

you quickly took a couple of steps forward, now standing in front of her. she looked down on you as you admired her face in the pale moonlight.

all you ever wanted was to be close to Izogie. everything about her made you curious and for the first time since you liked her, you felt that she would finally allow you to learn.

“thank you,” you said. “for saying those words.”

a small smile formed on her lips and you felt like you were floating. it was the first one she’d ever given you and it was beautiful.

as you both stood there, you eventually cleared your throat. you didn’t want to say goodnight just yet.

“what is it you’re drinking?” you asked.

she looked at the flask before handing it to you.

“like i told Nawi, it’s the only thing the white men bring worth having. they call it whiskey.”

you eyed the drink skeptically before tasting it.

as soon as the liquid hit your tongue, you spat it out immediately, face scrunching in disgust.

Izogie smirked as you quickly handed the flask back.

“how do you drink that nonsense?”

she shrugged.

“it’s an acquired taste.”

you were about to voice your displeasure for the drink even more when you felt her thumb come in contact with the side of your mouth.

you instantly went still, heart pounding.

apparently, a trace of whiskey was left on your lips and she was taking the liberty of wiping it off for you.

her finger maneuvered around the area, not wanting to scratch you with her nail. then, she retracted her thumb, only to put it back in her own mouth.

your lips parted slightly.

“why did you just do that?” you asked, butterflies erupting in your stomach.

Izogie smiled.

“i cannot let good whiskey go to waste.”

she patted your shoulder and continued walking straight ahead. you slapped your cheeks softly as a way to collect yourself before jogging to catch up with her.

at a distance, Nanare stood, watching you both.

eventually, you went back to your quarters but you couldn’t fall asleep. every time you thought about her, a smile found its way onto your face. now that she apologized, it felt like a huge fog had been lifted.

as you replayed all of her words, you prayed to the ancestors that all of it wasn’t a dream or worse, a lie.

the next day, you found out that your hand to hand combat lessons would be with Izogie, not Amenza.

it had been a while since you both trained together so it made you nervous. at the same time, there was also a newfound excitement for the future.

in the middle of the training ground, you both stood across from each other. the sun was beating down on your oiled bodies and soon, class began.

Izogie had her hands behind her back, a focused expression on her face.

“throw a punch,” she said. “i need to see what you’re doing wrong.”

you got into your stance, punching the air once.

“again.”

you steadied yourself and punched again.

she walked over and bent down to your knees, tapping them.

“first of all, your knees. they’re too stiff. loosen them.”

you quickly shook your legs out before getting back into your position.

she then stood in front of you and held both of your hands up to your face.

“always keep your elbows tucked in and your guard up. you need to protect your chin.”

you nodded as you made a mental note.

she grabbed your right arm.

“you swing your arm when you punch. don’t do that. keep it straight as you follow through with the jab.”

she quickly demonstrated and you copied, determined to execute it properly.

after a few practices, you were getting the hang of it. Izogie’s nods of approval also made you feel better.

the first hour went by and you felt accomplished. at this rate, you would get better in no time.

then, she wanted you to try hitting her once.

you thought she was joking at first until she said in a no nonsense manner,

“we will not leave here until you have succeeded.”

in your head, you had already deemed the task impossible but since you were in training, you couldn’t disobey.

for the rest of the afternoon, you threw punch after punch at her but none of them landed. to make matters worse, you had to bare witness to that smirk she always had on her face, as well as her taunting.

“you move just like Nawi. very sloth like.”

you rolled your eyes as you kept your guard up, ignoring the sweat that covered your face.

“you still talk too much, Izogie.”

you gave her a two piece combination but she dodged with ease. you screamed out in frustration and as she laughed, an idea entered your mind.

you quickly gave a convincing wince, holding your right shoulder. her face instantly turned serious as she eyed your arm and then you.

“what happened?”

you faked a look of pain.

“i think i pulled something in my arm.”

“let me see.”

she came over and held your right arm, examining it. you mentally smirked as you thought,

this was going to be too easy.

when she saw nothing wrong, she began to set your hand down and that was when your left hand went directly for her face.

Izogie instantly weaved back, causing you to miss. you quickly swung your right hand but she grabbed it. before you could fully grasp the situation, she drew you close to her and turned you around. your back was now against her chest.

adrenaline ran through you as you felt her hands travel down your waist, holding you in place. you felt her breath down your neck as you heard her smirk. the heat radiating from both of your bodies, as well as the sun, was driving you crazy.

then, she brought her lips to the shell of your ear.

“did you think i was born yesterday?”

your legs instantly felt weak at the sound of her voice. you shook your head no because your mouth couldn’t seem to form words.

she gave you a small laugh as she spun you around.

you were now facing her and you saw beads of sweat cascading down her forehead. her chest heaved up and down as she looked at you.

“why did you just do that?” you asked, voice low.

Izogie brought her face down to yours.

“you were having trouble hitting me so I came closer.”

your eyes flickered down to her lips and you felt the grip she had on your waist get tighter. you stuck your tongue out to wet your lips and as if on instinct, her head inched closer to yours.

in that moment, you uttered two words.

“thank you.”

then, your fist collided with her jaw. you quickly detached yourself from her grasp as she held her face. you kept your distance, face lighting up with joy.

finally, you thought.

you were done for today. as you headed out, her voice stopped you in your tracks.

“come here.”

you turned around.

“what?”

Izogie beckoned you over as she tried to hide a smile.

“i said come here. do not make me ask you again.”

you shook your head in a no way.

“you said if i hit you, training would be over. i just did that so i don’t have to obey you anymore.”

before you knew it, Izogie was chasing you around the training grounds. as you sprinted away, laughter bubbled from your chest.

unbeknownst to the both of you, Nanare had seen the whole ordeal.

the next day, you were on cleaning duty.

to be honest, you didn’t really mind. it gave you ample time to think about her, focus on something other than training.

per usual, all the trainees were assigned to a specific section of the palace and it usually took quite some time to clean. for today, you were working on one of the agojie quarters.

the space wasn’t too disorganized and that meant you would be done a lot faster. you set your supplies down and got to work.

not too long into cleaning, you spotted a bracelet sitting inside a small clay bowl.

it was gold and had colorful stones running through it. you gently picked it up and admired it. you never had jewelry this beautiful and you wondered who it belonged to.

as you held it, Izogie and Esi, another agojie soldier, walked into the room. the moment Esi saw you with the bracelet, she rushed over and took it from you.

“do not touch another warrior’s belongings.”

Izogie laughed as she looked at the bracelet.

“especially that one. Esi is sensitive about it.”

she pretended to hit Izogie who ducked away quickly.

you apologized.

“i’m sorry, Esi. i shouldn’t have touched it in the first place. i just thought it was beautiful.”

Esi sighed as she set her bracelet down.

“no. i’m sorry for snatching it from you and yelling. my mother made it for me and it’s the only thing from her i have here.”

you fidgeted a bit.

“did your mother pass?”

Esi laughed.

“no, no. she’s alive and well. she actually sells these in the marketplace but the townspeople can’t look upon the agojie so i haven’t seen her face in a while.”

you nodded in an understanding way as Izogie spoke.

“do you like it?”

you looked at the bracelet and nodded yes.

Esi smiled and patted your shoulder.

“don’t worry. when i go to the marketplace again, i’ll get one for you from my mother.”

you gave her a surprised look.

“really?”

she nodded. you thanked her well and went back to cleaning. soon, you could hear her and Izogie in the back arguing about who the better fighter was.

you smiled, a feeling of warmth spreading through you. these days, it really felt like things were starting to fall in place for the first time in a long time.

but little did you know, tragedy would soon be knocking at your door.

the next day, you started on your duties as you typically did. but, you felt that something in particular was off. all morning as you worked, you noticed the eyes of others constantly on you.

it was becoming quite burdensome because it wasn’t just from the trainees. most of the palace workers, as well as two of King Ghezo’s wives, were watching you as well.

whenever you entered a room, it immediately went silent, only for the whispers to pick back up the moment you left.

for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out what was going on. had you done something wrong? but if you had, wouldn’t someone have called you by now? you were mentally racking your brain when Fumbe came up to you.

she pulled you to the side and you both sat, her soft facial features displaying worry.

“Fumbe, are you alright?” you asked.

she looked at you for a while before speaking.

“is it true?”

you furrowed your eyebrows at her.

“is what true?”

she sighs.

“don’t tell me you don’t know what i’m talking about.”

you looked at her with an even more confused look and she realized that you really didn’t know.

“you haven’t heard what’s being said about you?”

your heart started racing and all of a sudden, you were hanging onto her every word.

“Nanare told most of the palace that you were sleeping with Izogie.”

in that moment, your ears couldn’t even comprehend what you were hearing.

“excuse me?”

Fumbe continued. “if you are, i’m not judging you. i’m just worried about what King Ghezo might do.”

instantly, you laughed hard.

it might’ve been the hardest you laughed in a while.

Nanare spreading a rumor like this was actually funny. you would give her that.

Fumbe looked at you sternly.

“this is not a laughing matter. are you really sleeping with her?”

you quickly shook your head no.

she let out a sigh of relief.

“thank the ancestors. i didn’t want to see you exiled. you need to clear your name though.”

oh you were going to clear your name alright.

you? sleeping with the soon to be miganon?

so this is what happens when you give people an inch, you thought. they decide to take a mile.

you weren’t worried though.

you would gladly drag Nanare down the mile she so desperately wanted to go.

right then and there, you wanted to confront the younger but you still had work to do.

so, lunchtime it was.

as noon drew closer, you prayed that Izogie hadn’t gotten wind of the nonsense circulating.

luckily for you, because festival day was in two days, some of the agojie soldiers were sent to retrieve large quantities of meat from the nearby butchers in the village. she was a part of that group.

it put your mind at ease to know she wouldn’t be here for the confrontation.

then, lunchtime arrived.

when you got to the serving station, some of the girls were already eating while others waited in line.

your eyes searched for Nanare and soon, you spotted her and the two girls she was always with. they were sitting in a circle on the floor, food in hand.

you walked over to them and kicked the younger’s bowl hard. the contents spilled everywhere and some trainees took notice.

the other girls scooted back in shock as Nanare looked up at your looming figure.

“stand up,” you said to her, tone commanding.

she scoffed as she rose to her feet. after dusting her uniform off, she locked eyes with you.

“well, well, well. if it isn’t Izogie’s whore.”

the palm of your right hand immediately met her cheek with a resounding slap.

now, the entire courtyard was watching. Nanare held her face as you spoke.

“you must think i won’t put hands on you because i allow your insults to pass, right?”

she smiled slyly.

“it seems being with Izogie has you feeling bold.”

you stepped closer to her.

“i’m going to make myself clear. i’m not with anyone at all, so keep my name far away from your mouth.”

she eyed you up and down.

“if you’re not with anyone, then why are you allowed to stay here? it’s not like you contribute anything.”

you felt your blood boiling.

“does my presence annoy you that much?”

she nodded her head yes.

“i really hate people like you.”

you furrowed your eyebrows.

“i don’t even know you. why do you feel you have the right to keep speaking to me like this?”

Nanare rolled her eyes.

“i don’t need to know you to know you’re weak. latching onto the strong to survive. do you think Izogie will always be there?”

now, you were just confused.

“where is all this coming from?”

she clenched her jaw.

“stay away from Izogie. stand on your own for once.”

a thought quickly ran through your mind.

“Nanare, do you have feelings for Izogie?”

the younger immediately laughed hard in your face. this went on for a couple of seconds and you found your patience wearing thin. soon, she spoke.

“love makes you weak. i don’t have a care in the world for it.”

she then leaned in and delivered what you deemed to be the final straw.

“just know that on the battlefield, Izogie won’t be running to save you; the girl who opened her legs to get there.”

you instantly punched her in the jaw.

Nanare stumbled back but you kept raining blows at her head.

all the trainees watched in awe but no one dared to step in.

soon, she fell to the ground and you got on top, pinning her underneath.

you sent punch after punch at her face but she managed to keep her guard up.

then, somebody grabbed you by your waist, lifting you off of her.

they threw you down.

it was one of her friends.

you quickly got up.

as the girl’s hand swung for your face, you ducked your head and wrapped around her torso, knocking the both of you over.

you got on top and began punching her as well.

the girl’s nose started leaking heavily so you stopped.

then, someone put you in a headlock from behind.

it was the second girl.

she raised you up but you could feel she was struggling to hold you.

you began elbowing her in the ribs in order to break free but immediately, Nanare ran up and punched you in your stomach repeatedly.

the girl released her grip on your neck and you doubled over in pain.

as you tried to crawl, someone kicked you hard in the face.

you fell on your side, tasting something metallic on your lips.

due to the sun, you squinted as you looked up to see Nanare. you spoke, voice hoarse.

“if you want to prove your strength, fight me alone. don’t involve your friends.”

anger flashed across her face as she kicked you in your stomach.

you winced in pain.

over the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears, you could hear some girls begging for the fight to stop.

you quickly tried to stand but someone kicked you in the back.

you fell down and another stomped on your rib.

you could feel your breath growing weak as the sun’s sweltering heat was becoming too much to bear.

then, the blows came frequently.

your head, your back, your ribs, your thighs and essentially your entire body was met with fists and feet.

instantly, your vision began to blur.

you entered a fetal position, weakly putting your guard up.

soon, all the noise started to fade.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

then, you blacked out.

the end.

[🫀] \ bridging the gap �� extended scene.

in a grassy field just outside the palace, Nanisca and Amenza set up their lunch picnic style. as both women ate, they occasionally took in the view.

soon, the older of the two spoke.

“has Izogie confessed to that girl yet?”

Amenza immediately started choking on her food. she coughed a couple of times to clear her throat.

“you know about that?”

Nanisca gave a small laugh.

“even a blind man can see how she looks at her.”

they sat in silence for a while.

“you’re not upset with Izogie?” Amenza asked. “you remember what happened last tim—.”

Nanisca quickly interrupted her, voice firm.

“we promised not to speak of that situation again.”

the younger sighed. Nanisca continued, a look of sincerity on her face.

“besides, i cannot be angry with Izogie. that child carries so much pain but for the first time in a long time, my successor seems happy again.”

worry found its way onto Amenza’s features.

“but do you not fear the past repeating itself?”

Nanisca sighed.

“in this line of work, of course I do. but for Izogie’s sake, i pray the ancestors are not that cruel.”

Amenza nodded in agreement as she ate a fruit.

“so, do you want me to tell Izogie she has your blessing?”

Nanisca scoffed playfully.

“do not push it. i’m already having trouble getting her to focus in my class nowadays.”

Amenza chuckled lightly.

“she really does like that girl.”

as their conversation continued, they spotted Nawi from afar. she was with some agojie soldiers at the gate and they were carrying heavy boxes made out of straw.

Migan’s men greeted them and quickly took the containers inside. while looking around, Nawi then saw Nanisca and Amenza and went to join them.

“good afternoon, mother. good afternoon, Amenza,” she said as she sat down on the grass.

“how was your trip to get meat for festival day?” Nanisca asked.

Nawi rubbed both of her shoulders in pain.

“remind me to hide the next time they ask for volunteers.”

Amenza laughed as she spoke.

“where is Izogie by the way? we did not see her at the gate with the rest of you.”

Nawi grabbed a fruit from Nanisca’s plate.

“she said she was going to stop by the marketpla—.”

before the youngest could even finish her sentence, an ear piercing scream rang out in the distance.

all three women immediately bolted up and looked in the direction it came from.

on the pathway up, a trainee was running towards them at full speed. her hands waved frantically as she yelled, trying to get their attention.

the women looked at each other, concern spreading across their faces.

when she finally arrived, they noticed she was crying furiously and hyperventilating.

Amenza quickly rested her hands on the girl’s shoulders in order to calm her down.

“breathe, my child. what has happened?”

the trainee spoke between sobs, her body shaking.

“they were just fighting at first. a normal fight. that’s all. none of us thought it would go that far. we should’ve stopped it sooner.”

Nawi’s brow furrowed.

“a fight? between who? where?”

the trainee sniffled as she spoke rapidly.

“at the courtyard. it was between y/n, Nanare and her friends. y/n was confronting Nanare about something and then they started fighting. we all thought it would be over after a while but then, all three of them starting beating her even though she was on the ground and—.”

the girl stopped talking and started crying into her hands even more. Amenza squeezed her shoulders as Nanisca stepped in front of her, slowly loosing her patience.

“pull yourself together this instant. what happened?”

the girl removed her hands from her face as she looked up at Nanisca.

“miganon, y/n isn’t breathing.”

Nanisca immediately ran in the direction of the palace as Amenza’s eyes widened. Nawi covered her mouth in shock as she stumbled back.

Amenza quickly turned the trainee to face her and spoke urgently.

“go into town and find the palace physician. he should be buying herbs for festival day today. bring him back to the palace as fast as you can.”

the girl nodded and took off running.

Amenza turned to Nawi who had tears building up in her eyes. she held the younger’s shoulder tightly.

“Nawi, I need you to find Izogie and keep her far away from here for as long as you can. no matter what, do not tell her what is happening here.”

Nawi stood frozen and before Amenza could speak again, rustling was heard in the grass.

it was from Izogie.

she was standing not too far away and she eyed the both of them suspiciously.

as she walked closer, Amenza sighed, lowering her head in defeat. Nawi fell to the ground, a tear running down her cheek as her hand still covered her mouth.

Izogie raised an eyebrow as her gaze shifted between the two of them. on one of her fingers, a golden bracelet with colorful stones dangled. she slid it into her pocket as her facial expression turned serious.

“do not tell Izogie what?”

#izogie #izogie x reader #izogie x black!reader #the woman king #lashana lynch #agojie #gonesgone

494 notes · View notes

xenaizogie · 8 months

Text

Sooo...I wrote a thing....

Izogie got me down bad and i'm just tryin to clear my head lol

The only thing you need to know is Izogie broke a couple nails in battle...

1.8k words

Insatiable Desire

You can feel her presence enter the bath house before you can hear her. You have been waiting to have her to yourself all day. You don’t turn around, eyes closed, silently listening to her disrobe, avidly picturing each expanse of chocolate skin being exposed in your mind. The slight ripples of the water gently lap at your frame as she draws near, and you shiver in anticipation. Her hands reach you first, slowly sliding around your waist, gently pulling your body back flush against her. 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. You tilt your head to the side to give her better access as your body melts fully back into hers, a contented sigh leaving your lips.

“I missed you today” you say, hands gliding up and down the arms holding firmly around your middle. Her low hum sends goosebumps in its wake, and you find yourself twisting in her arms, lips eagerly seeking out hers.

The kiss starts off slow, a gentle meeting of the lips. At the first contact of her lips on yours you both sigh and she pulls you impossibly closer. Your hands snake their way up her arms and over her shoulders, your arms coming to rest around her neck as her hands begin to roam. Her hands make a leisurely journey across your back and over your hips, touching whatever skin she can reach. All the while never breaking the kiss; slowly, steadily deepening it. Her tongue reaches out to glide across your bottom lip, and you gasp as the contact, granting her the entry she seeks. Tongues meet in a languid dual, both seemingly fighting for dominance. What started as a warm and fuzzy heat radiating through your body at the first touch of her hands, is gradually turning into a boil, simmering just below the surface of your skin. You break apart only for the need of air and she peppers your jawline down to your neck with kisses.

Izogie overwhelms your senses in the best possible way. The faint taste of whiskey on her lips. The scent of palm oil mingled with an aroma all Izogie’s own. Solid muscles encased in the satin silkiness of her ebony skin, always a treat for the eyes to behold. Feeling that toned firmness yielding beneath the stroke of your fingertips. Every gasp, moan, whispered words of love that falls from her lips stored away among your most precious possessions.

Her hands traveled over the swell of your ass once, twice, before gripping a handful in each hand and lifting, your wet body easily gliding up hers. Your legs instinctively wrap around her waist as your lips crash together again, the kiss deep, sensual, and all-consuming. The sensations of the cool water in stark contrast to your heated core rubbing against the abs of her stomach drawing a low moan from your throat. You feel her smirk against your lips, and you pull away trailing kisses along her jaw towards her ear. She is trailing nibbling kisses along your collar bone sending shivers down your spine as you reach your destination.

“More.”

One word. A moan really, and it has her springing into action. You are on the edge of the bath, and she has pulled herself up beside you before your body can even begin to register the loss of her warmth. She spreads a towel out before laying you down, her body fused to yours, smoothly following you as you lay. Her lips attached to yours, hers hand everywhere all at once. Your body arches up into hers, pressing closer still but never quite close enough.

The feeling of her hands skating over your body towards your aching breasts has you sizzling with excitement. She cups one in her left hand, pinching the nipple between her forefingers as the fingertips of her right trail tantalizing circles around the other. Both nipples get rock hard almost instantly and your body’s reaction to her touch has her moaning into your mouth. Her lips soon follow the path of her hands, placing succulent kisses along their route down your neck and across your chest, your luscious breast their next destination.

Slowly her tongue circled your areola drawing closer and closer towards your pert nipple. When her tongue finally reaches your nipple, the warm, moist heat of her mouth follows immediately thereafter. The feeling is electric, and your hands fly to the back of her head to hold her in place. As if she needed any encouragement. She suckles at your breast like she is starved and only you can provide her with the nourishment she so desperately needs. Alternating from one jiggling globe to the other, trailing hot wet kisses in between, dragging languorous moans from you.

The trail begins to lead down, leisurely across your toned stomach, tongue pausing to tease the rim of your belly button. Down further still, the fragrance of your arousal greeting her before her lips skim across your lower lips. The soft kisses she places on your inner thighs drawing whimpers from you. Up one thigh and down the other, never venturing far from where you needed her most. Your need pulsing, throbbing its own rhythm deep in your core. You draw up on your elbows, mesmerized by the sight before you. Izogie, your very own ebony goddess, stretched out before you, hands under your thighs, head buried in between. Teasing you beyond reasonable thought and she had not even reached the knob of your burning desire yet.

“Please” you moan, nearly delirious with want of her.

Izogie arches her eyebrow, locking eyes with you, a growl emanating deep in her throat. She loves to hear you beg, but thankfully tonight you don’t have to ask again. She dives in, the tip of her tongue circling your clit before she slurps it greedily into her waiting mouth. Your eyes slide closed as your head tips back, your moans echoing around the chamber. She releases you with an audible pop, tongue dipping lower to fully taste your honied nectar.

“Mmmmm” she hums, the sound sending vibrations deep inside you.

Her tongue is swirling around your slit, dipping inside every so often. Her grip on your thighs tightens as you begin to grind your hips, desperate to increase the pressure. Izogie nuzzles her nose against your clit as her tongue delves in as far as she can reach before pulling out over and over and over again. Her arms come fully around your thighs to steady you, your hips bucking up eagerly against her mouth. Moans are steadily tumbling from your mouth; she’s driving you to the edge already. She drags her tongue slowly out of you and up, taking your clit in her mouth once again. The subtle pressure of her lightly sucking your nub into her mouth while simultaneously swirling her tongue around it has you grasping at her arms, her grip on your thighs not stopping you from riding out your pleasure on her face.

“Yeeesssss…”

“Right…there…baaabby…”

“Fuuucckkk ‘Zo…”

“Just…like…that…”

You are babbling, almost incoherent, your moans nonstop. Izogie can feel you throbbing against her tongue, feel the tremor in your legs on the side of her head, she knows you are close. She pops your clit out of her mouth before quickly slurping it up harder, applying more pressure with the tip of her tongue. The trembles intensify, vibrating throughout your entire body, you’re teetering on the edge. Her long finger invading your tight heat, filling you up, caressing against your sweet spot is your undoing. The coil wound tight in the pit of your stomach snaps, your orgasm violently ripping through you, shudders overtaking your body. Your back arcs up off the towel, your legs threatening to close but Izogie is unfazed, never stopping even as she draws up on her knees. Her hums mingling with your moans as she continues to draw out your pleasure.

“I could drink from you all day” she says when she finally releases you.

Before you even have a chance to respond, your body still racked with quivers, she fills you with two fingers. You can’t tell if the moan that fills the air around you is yours or hers, or both. Your brain is in overdrive, the sensations of her finger fucking you and whispering heated words of passion engulfing your senses. This is such a rare treat. Your hips are already rolling, matching her rhythm, her thrusts deep inside you, slow and sensual. She dips her head briefly, lapping at your clit, your essence already beginning to pool in her hand.

“Oouuuuu….”

Out. In. Deep. Curl. Out. In. Deep. Curl.

“Fuuuuccckkkk….”

Her mouth is ceaseless on your clit, lightly sucking, tongue swirling.

“Izogie…Izogie…Izo-uunnhhh….”

Your walls are clenching, squeezing at her fingers. You can feel your essence dripping, rolling over your ass pooling beneath you. She has you racing towards your peak, her movements still slow and sensual. The sound of her name falling from your lips has her moaning into you, the vibrations starting a tremble in your legs, you’re close again already. Izogie releases your clit, increasing the pace of her strokes. She’s biting her bottom lip, watching you and you want nothing more than to take that lip in your mouth, but it seems coherent thought is escaping you. You reach out to her, and she inches up you, straddling your thigh, melting into your embrace. Her lips are hot on yours, passionate, while she picks up the pace yet again. Her lips are blazing a trail to your ear, her hips are slowly grinding down on your thigh, your entire body is pulsating with electric pleasure.

“You’re so fucking sexy.”

“Give it to me baby.”

“That’s it…just like that.”

“Cum for me.”

The sound of her voice, low and sultry in your ear, commanding you, thrusts you over the edge. Your body writhing against hers, your hands digging into her hips, her mouth pressed to your ear murmuring praises, orgasm number three is on top of you before you know it. Stars explode behind your eyes, your shaking uncontrollable, your moans nonstop, your essence gushing out of you, coating her hand, the puddle beneath you ever growing. She finally begins to slow, drawing out your orgasm still, gazing down at you with that damn smirk on her face. Your body still quaking with aftershocks, your hands begin to glide up her hips around her front. You cup her breasts and lift your thigh at the same time, planting your foot. You lock eyes with her, wearing your own smirk now as her eyelids slide low and a gasp slips from her lips.

“More.”

One word. A moan really, and it has you springing into action.

Chapter 2

A/N: Soooo??? Be honest. What you think???Let me know!!! crazy thing is I didn't even get to the scene that got me in a chokehold lol pray for my screnff!! And sorry to comma(,) who i abused profusely while writing this lol

#izogie #the woman king #lashana lynch #izogie x reader #izogie smut #izogie fanfiction

207 notes · View notes

megamindsecretlair · 6 months

Text

So I just finished The Woman King (ik im late 😭😭😭 dont judge me) and yeah....yeah I get it.

This scene broke me 😭😭😭 BROKE 👏🏽 ME 👏🏽 TO 👏🏽 TINY 👏🏽 PIECES 👏🏽

Why are Black women soo 😮‍💨😮‍💨🥵

#the woman king #i am a convert #izogie #lashana lynch #stan till the end of time #i love you my beautiful queen #fuck what could have been #movies like this make me sad spiritually

159 notes · View notes

izogii · 2 years

Photo

Kingdom Overthrown-

#izogi #artists on tumblr #digital art #doodle #ipad pro

95 notes · View notes

droopycoquette · 1 year

Text

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

|*|

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.”

|*|

A/n: Please leave me some feedback <3 constructive criticism is welcomed

#izogie #lashana lynch #izogie x reader #izogie x black!reader #lashana lynch x reader #the woman king #lashana lynch x black!reader

839 notes · View notes

ssaluv-a-lot · 8 months

Text

Yearning

Izogie x black!fem!reader

A/N: Just some kissing and mild language warning. I am a Lashana Lynch fiend so enjoy

Izogie had mastered the art of yearning. Long before she became Agojie and even longer before you became the King’s top advisor.

Her yearning started as childhood best friends who lived down the road from each other.

Although your position kept you two close, it was rare that Izogie felt satisfied with your shy waves across the fields and gleaming smiles when she returned from battle stained with blood.

She had to have permission to speak to you now. When just a few years ago, all it took was a call of your name to have a conversation.

“How are you!?” You exclaimed, jumping up from your desk to wrap your arms to her bruised torso.

Izogie suppressed her wince to hug you back just as tight. “I am well. You?”

“Bored.” You rolled your eyes as you pulled away from her form. “All I see is numbers all day. My vision is starting to blur.” You rubbed a hand over your forehead as you took a seat at your wilted chair again.

Izogie followed you in agony at loss of your touch, opting to lean against your mahogany desk instead of embracing you again.

“You need a break.”

“Right. And when the king comes to nag me again, who will be to blame when I am absent?” You suck your teeth and your lips form into a pout.

Izogie can’t fight the smirk that tortures her lips and all she wants to do is kiss the puckered bottom lip until you are blushing and pleading her to stop.

“When is the last time you saw the village?”

“Since I took this job. Izogie, I don’t get to come and go. The King must have me in arms reach all the time.”

The warrior tried not to nurture the red hot jealousy that sparked at the thought of the King wanting to be so close to you all the time. Though she knew his intentions weren’t what she thought, the idea still burned her.

“Come.” Izogie rose and the wood creaked. She held out a hand for you to take and you looked curiously.

“What?”

“Come with me. You may not be able to see the village but you deserve to see the outside of these walls just the same.”

Yearning. She yearned to take you outside of the palace, to give you everything you could imagine, to not have to answer to anyone if you two decided to disappear for a night together.

She wanted all the things she couldn’t have without getting shunned, exiled, and possibly killed.

“Come on!” Izogie urged you on with a shaking hand and a bright smile.

“Alright. Alright.” You giggled, grabbing her waiting hand and bracing your body against her bicep as she stepped out of the office.

“Do you want to see the Agojie?” Izogie peered down at you as your head tilted back and the sun beamed down on you.

Tenderly, you sighed. It had probably been days since you had a chance to purely enjoy the sunshine. A smile crept up the corners of your lips as you leaned into Izogie further, squeezing at her hand with your own.

The warrior ignored the backflipped her heart did at the sight of you. Beautiful brown skin, glowing under the rays of sun as it should be.

“Yes…I want to see everything.” You giggled, already tugging on Izogie’s arm to guide you further.

“Yes?” She chuckled, tempted to press a kiss to your cheek.

“Yes. Let’s go!”

You kept close to your warrior as she took you around the Agojie grounds and let you watch the trainees.

Her eyes never left your sparkling gaze as you watched like a kid in a candy store. Not even when Amenza gave her a raised brow and a smirk when passing.

“You all are so strong.” You marveled, pricking your finger on one of the spears in the weaponry.

Warrior’s muffled chants and swishing of weapons resounded through the compound.

“Mmm. We have to be. Because we are women, people don’t take us seriously until we gut them and gouge their eyes.”

She made a clawing motion of her hands towards your own brown irises. “We must show them that they should be very afraid.”

“Show me.” You picked up a spear, skillfully twirling it around your arm and pointing it at your comrade.

“Eh? No. You have no business with this weapon. Put it down.” Izogie shook her head at you but you refused to budge.

“Izogie, I want you to show me how to use one of these. I am not asking to become Agojie.”

“That is hardly the point. Come. The King will notice your absence by now.” She moved to grab the spear’s handle and pulled it forward.

You, refusing to let go of the weapon, were hurled forward with a yelp at the sudden motion and thrown right into her chest.

Izogie’s arm bracketed your waist, keeping you flush against her as she place the spear back to its place.

“Stubborn woman.” She chuckled down at you, rubbing a hand over your arm. “Must you disobey me?”

“Isn’t that what makes this so fun?” Your voice came out as a whisper as you tried to catch your breath from the impact of falling into her.

Yearning. She’s never wanted to kiss you as badly as she does now. As breathless as you are and right in her arms.

She could. She could just dip her head a little and graze her lips across your forehead, sending a shiver up your spine as you looked up at her.

She could lift your chin with her dagger-like nails just the slightest bit and lock your lips against hers with a satisfied groan.

“Izogie!” Amenza appeared in the doorway and just as fast, you shove Izogie back, breaking the kiss and wiping your lips.

“Amenza?!” Izogie looked about ready to strike the warrior for ruining something she’s needed for years.

“The King is looking for his advisor, hm?” Amenza gestured to you as your eyes blew wide. “Seems she’s wandered away from her duties.”

You swiftly pushed past the slender woman without so much as a goodbye to Izogie, leaving the two warriors in a charged silence as you raced back to your office.

“Don’t say it.” Izogie pointed a finger at Amenza.

“How could you?!”

“Fuck, Amenza! How could I not?! You have no idea the things I feel for her so please!”

Yearning. The one thing she couldn’t afford to do.

#black writers #x black reader #black reader #fluff #the woman king #lashana lynch #izogie #izogie x reader #izogie x black!reader #lesbian couple #lgbtqia #queer #fem x fem

176 notes · View notes

scribblecake · 8 months

Text

Spiced Wine

For @mybonafidefeelings and @imjusthere2readbruv

I didn't proofread good luck

TW: Alcohol, SMUT.

~***~

Izogie determinedly wound her way through the palace. Her day had been a grueling one. So many things, so many people, had made it their mission to try her patience. Now all the soldier wanted was to sit with some whiskey and have a moment to herself.

Izogie hurried her pace, making a beeline for her quarters before swiftly shutting the door behind her. Once inside, a deep sigh freed itself from her chest. She turned to a trunk tucked neatly at the end of her bed and rummaged through it until her hands brushed against cool metal.

Izogie wasted no time in opening the small flask and putting it to her lips. A small trickle of burning liquid graced her tongue and nothing more. It was empty. Izogie’s heart sank.

“Of course it would be empty. Why wouldn’t it be?” She thought bitterly. If whiskey wasn’t an option, then a bath (while not the same) might help soothe her. Though Izogie loathed the possibility of someone intruding on her personal time. But with little choice to do much else, she set off.

With a towel in hand she slipped back into the halls of the palace and to her relief they were empty. The warrior had almost reached her destination when a loud thud rang out. She froze mid step, her head whipping in the direction of the sound. It seemed to have come from the kitchens. Her pulse spiked briefly after a clang rattled the stillness.

“The hell was that?” Curiosity and duty urged the soldier to investigate. Taking a deep breath, she stalked over to the kitchen’s entrance and peered inside. What greeted Izogie nearly made her choke.

She was met with a voluptuous ass bent over and shifting from side to side. The owner of said ass was on her hands and knees on the floor. She was shuffling around crates of vegetables, clearly looking for something. Heat rose to Izogie’s cheeks and she let out an involuntary cough.

The mystery woman gasped, whipping around to face Izogie. A flush settled on her own cheeks when their gazes met. Silence stretched between them. Their eyes locked on one another with neither woman sure on how to proceed.

Izogie’s heart thumped against her ribs. This woman was a stunning vision of rolling curves Orbs of sparkling honey peered up from under thick lashes. Rounded lips were parted in surprise, hints of dimples kissed at their corners. Sharp cheeks held a dusting of freckles akin to the night sky and her scattering stars.

“I-I can explain!” The woman stammered, effectively bringing Izogie back down to earth.

She didn’t trust her voice to come out steadily so she wordlessly raised an eyebrow instead.

“I-I… you see… what had happened was… that I-... uhm…” She stammered before hanging her head in defeat, “Shit… yeah, I got nothing. I’m up to no good.” the woman laughed nervously.

The soldier let a beat of silence pass before daring to speak.

“Well, that much I can tell.” She snarked, “Who are you? And… what are you doing on the floor like that?”

The beauty shifted so that she sat facing Izogie. “I am Ako, I’m a servant of the palace. I overheard some kitchen staff talking about a fresh store of wine that was delivered this morning. I was… looking for it…” She admitted.

She stared blankly at the servant and the words left her lips before she could stop them. ”Have you any idea what they would do to you if they caught you stealing from the king?”

Ako laughed, “I do. But you won’t tell anyone.” she grinned impishly. Her eyes held a peculiar gleam in them as she spoke. It laced her features with a cheeky confidence that held both playfulness and danger.

Izogie scoffed and crossed her arms. “Oh? What makes you so sure?”

“Because you can have some if you help me get it.” Ako replied as if it were obvious.

That made the warrior pause. Now there was an idea… It sure as hell beat taking a bath. So much for her alone time. Then again, having company didn’t seem so bad anymore... Izogie let out a low chuckle.

“You must be new, even my trainees know that the wine is kept in the cellars.”

~***~

They were sprinting down the halls with bottles of wine tucked under their arms. Barely contained giggles bounced through desolate halls as the pair stole away to the barracks. Izogie’s cheeks hurt from smiling so much. But she found it hard to care.

Her chambers loomed into sight and both women skidded to a halt before slipping inside. Racing hearts and labored breaths shifted into another fit of laughter when their eyes met.

“That was fantastic! I feel drunk and we haven't even started drinking yet!” Ako grinned.

Izogie chuckled, setting her bottles down at the foot of the bed. “I think you might like breaking the law too much.”

The servant flopped next to Izogie on her bed. “How can I not? Breaking rules is just as important as following them!”

Izogie hummed in acknowledgement while she set to work on uncorking two bottles. Though it was a task made difficult by Ako’s proximity. Izogie found herself wanting to press closer, to see how Ako felt in her arms. And her wish was granted. Well… Sort of. Slender fingers brushed over the warrior’s hands and opened the wine for her with ease.

Ako smirked teasingly. “You seemed to be struggling.”

Izogie flushed and cleared her throat. Luckily her flustered state went unnoticed by her companion, with drinks in hand they quickly fell into lively chatter. Ako still thrummed with smug excitement at their little raid.

Her face lit up with joy whenever it was mentioned, delighting in their mischief. The warrior found it endearing. Time flew by, spurred on by the pair talking about anything and everything.

They traded palace gossip, joked, and merilly reminisced on times long passed.

Wine continuously burned down Izogie’s throat, sticky, sweet, and comforting. It built a languid warmth in the pit of her stomach to accompany her fluttering heart. With each new tale Ako recounted, Izogie found herself less and less able to pull her focus away from her face.

Her eyes drank in every detail. From amber depths under thick and animated eyebrows, to a crooked grin nestled between plush lips. They took notice of how Ako’s hands fidgeted and moved whenever she was excited or happy, of how her mouth would quirk into a smile when lightly teased.

“Oh! Oh! I bet you haven’t heard this one yet!” Ako giggled excitedly.

The warrior snapped from her daze. “Oh? Hm. Try me.”

The other woman leaned forward with mischief dancing in her eyes. “I heard… that Shante and Effe got caught sleeping together by a handmaid~”

Izogie gasped. Her eyes widened and red tinged her cheeks. “No!”

“Yes! AND they swore them to secrecy!”

That made her pause. Something felt off about Ako’s story.

“Then why do you know about it?” She questioned. Ako went pale. Her posture crumpled in on itself as she spluttered and choked on her wine.

“I-I… That doesn't matter. Drink more wine damnit!” She huffed.

Izogie rolled her eyes. “It's not like you were the one to walk in on them.”

The other woman’s face went red. She tried to hide in her hands with a drawn out groan.

“It was so awkward! I had to attend them for the rest of the day! That's why I went looking for the wine! I needed a drink after the day I’ve had!”

Izogie shook her head in disbelief “I don’t blame you! No one, except apparently Effe, likes Shante. Even at her best she is cruel. I can only imagine how she treated you after such an incident.”

Ako reappeared from behind her hands to fix the warrior with a pointed look. “Bad enough to make me crawl on my hands and knees looking for liquor.”

Alcohol had made Izogie careless, “Yes, I remember. I had quite the lovely view when I caught you in the kitchen.” she answered without thinking.

Only when the words spilled did she realize her mistake. Harsh and sobering silence gutted the jovial mood. The only thing Izogie could hear was the pounding of her own heart. Ako looked stunned. Her eyes were wide and glimmered with something unreadable.

Tension forced time to stretch forever into eerie quiet. However, something unexpected happened. Wordlessly Ako pressed herself closer. A smile graced gentle features as she leaned even further to press a kiss to the warrior’s lips, once, twice. On the third they lingered.

The taste of wine tinged with a flavor that was uniquely ‘Ako’ lingered on Izogie’s tongue. It was intoxicating, hazing her mind and leaving her craving more. Tongues swiped tentatively against each other until the kiss deepened.

Izogie let out a groan when soft hands ran along the expanse of her shoulders. Clothes peeled away from their bodies to haphazardly scatter themselves in every direction. Her mind was on fire. Ako’s body felt like heaven against her own, only second to the feeling of velvety lips moving hungrily against her own.

“Kissing a woman who belongs to the King… You have a knack for getting into trouble, don’t you?” Izogie husked when they finally parted for air. This earned her a giggle and a nip at her neck.

Ako’s signature look of mischief returned. “Agojie cannot take a husband or bear children. We,” she gestured, “are doing neither. Nothing is said against being with another woman~”

“You make a good point. Either way… I’m too addicted to you to give a damn.” Izogie accentuated her point by burying her face in her lover’s neck. Ako bit her lower lip to stifle her moans, her grip on Izogie tightening as she pulled them both down onto the bed.

Under pale moonlight they entangled themselves in one another. The soldier gave a low moan when she felt her lover’s hands tease at her breasts. Deft fingers rolled and pinched at sensitive peaks causing a bolt of searing hot pleasure strike down to her core.

The warrior’s body shuddered under Ako’s touch as she found her soldier’s most sensitive spots and toyed with them. A hot and desperate mouth attached itself to her nipple while a wet tongue teased at her sensitive breast. Dextrous swirls worked languidly to pool arousal in Izogie’s gut.

Clawed hands gripped at her sheets as she bit back a whine, desire already beginning to dew her folds. It dripped and smeared between her shifting thighs. Upon sensing her warrior’s impatience, Ako’s skillful tongue finally picked up its pace.

“A-ko! Your mouth feels a-amazing!” Izogie breathed between groans.

This time she received a harsh bite in response. Spurred on by her soldier’s words, Ako launched into a wanton frenzy, biting at Izogie’s nipples and lapping at both breasts as if she were starved.

Arousal dripped from Izogie. Her womanhood throbbed and clenched under the onslaught of stimulation, fervently demanding attention. And as if reading her mind, lithe fingers found their way to the crux of her legs. They grazed her weeping center and the warrior burned under Ako’s touch. Molten desire slicked her aching core in earnest.

Then everything stopped.

Izogie choked back a confused whimper at the sudden loss of sensation. Lustrous eyes suddenly filled her vision. Something cunning and devilish flashed in them.

Ako slowly dragged two fingers up her warrior’s slit, “Mmh~ Such a moaning mess.” she held the glistening digits up for Izogie to see. “All this from just toying with your breasts?”

Her lover’s hissed words made the soldier whine and squirm, heat rising to her face. Ako locked gazes with her as she dipped a single finger into her sopping heat.

“I wonder how wet she'll be after I’m done.”

With that the finger withdrew. Then it returned with another. They slid deep into the warrior’s cunt, filling her up only to stay agonizingly still. Izogie huffed and panted with anticipation. Her lips parted to protest but all words promptly died in her throat. Ako pushed even deeper then curled her fingers upwards.

Izogie saw white. A prolonged groan tore itself from her throat as she clawed at her lover’s back. Ako grunted deeply before leisurely retracting her digits. Another hand snuck up to resume toying at her sensitive breast. Expert fingers never missed their marks, they reached places that had Izogie keening and gasping for more.

“M-more! I need more of you! Please!~” She begged.

Sinfully wet noises paired with the intoxicating musk of sex filled the room. Labored breaths and muffled cries completed their amorous harmony. Lips found lips once again. A battle of tongues clashed. However; Ako had an unfair advantage. She thrust swiftly into Izogie’s depths while using a thumb to swipe at her swollen bud.

The warrior jerked back. A hand flew to her mouth to muffle a scream. Ecstasy flooded every inch of Izogie’s body. Ako set a brutal pace, pounding hard and fast into her squelching cunt. This was definitely better than a bath. Her cunt felt so full, so hot, so needy.

It squeezed and fluttered greedily around Ako’s thrusting digit. The intense sensations kissed a blush to her cheeks and stole the breath from her lungs. Wet heat coiled and twisted in her gut. It twisted tighter and tighter.

Until it snapped.

A shuddering cry echoed into the night. Searing hot pleasure overtook Izogie’s senses in toe curling waves. Sapid juices gushed freely from her throbbing sex. Muscles flexed and rippled with the strain of release. All the while, she clung to Ako’s sweaty and heaving body.

Then all was still. Tender kisses were exchanged as the pair quietly pressed closer to one another. They basked in the glow of post sex bliss, sweaty, tousled, and out of breath, but happy. With a satisfied hum Izogie met amber eyes with her own.

Lips quirked into a cheeky grin.

“Your turn.”

~***~

#izogie #izogie smut #izogie fanfiction #lashana lynch #the woman king #saphic #smut #izogie x reader #l wrote this at 3am #I'll never go to bed

143 notes · View notes

gr00vyminibus · 9 months

Text

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.

#izogie #izogie x black fem #izogie x fem #black wlw #lesbian #woman #izogie fanfic #izogie fanfiction #lgbtq #lashana lynch #black queer women

182 notes · View notes

s0lam33y · 8 months

Text

jealous

[izogie x reader]

summary : you’re the king’s first wife, the one he trusts the most. You’ve loved him for so long but after years of him being with other women and his other wives, you became lonely. The only person that was there for you was Izogie, one of the most skilled warriors in Dahomey. She’s been there for you in more ways than one.

It’s early morning. Too early. But as usual, you’re the first up. You’ve always loved early mornings and you always will.

“There’s so much going on, y/n, I can’t let the Europeans stay.” Ghezo speaks to you as he massages your waist with one hand. You stroke his arm and kiss his temple.

“I trust you’ll make the right decision, my king.” You whisper. It’s what you say every time he’s having trouble making a decision. You run your short nails across his coarse and thick Afro to soothe him. He leans into your touch, his stubble tickling your collarbone.

The two of you always have mornings like these. It feels like the start of your relationship, when you were the only one he had eyes for. When he didn’t seek anyone else. Your king and his queen.

You remember when you were both younger, less aged and more excited. You’d wake up together, rinse your faces and he’d finally get to wear the Royal garb he’s wanted to wear. You have mornings of bliss, with you sitting on his lap on the throne and talking about nonsense.

You were his first wife. The first woman to ever win his heart. You were going to become a part of the agojie but your beauty caught his eye.

“How do you always know what to say?” He asks and all you do is give him a smile before kissing his cheek. All that you know to say, you’ve borrowed from your one true love. Izogie.

You place a hand on his chest, right above his beating heart before kissing his forehead.

….

you walk through a sea of trainees, watching them train with each other, laughing and grinning as they do. They pause to bow for you and you can’t help but smile. Oh, how you wish you had continued being a soldier. The hot sun beats down on your body as you continue to walk.

You run a hand across your forehead, taking in a deep breath as the sun does it’s work on you. A familiar hand squeezes your waist.

“You must not be in the sun like this, my queen.” Izogie’s voice lightly teases behind you. She’s too close for comfort but you can’t blame her. You take a step forward so her hand is no longer on you and stand next to her.

She looks just as beautiful as she did last week when you saw her. Her chest and biceps are glistening with a mix of shea butter and sweat. Her nails still sharp as ever. As she moves you hear the leather and shells clacking against her pretty skin.

“I’m used to the heat.” You say, smiling as a fellow trainee walks past you. No one suspects anything between the two of you. Your friendly nature is reknown throughout the kingdom and no one dares accusing the first wife of the king of doing anything like adultery.

You crave izogie; you need her more than the throne, the king or anything he has to offer. Her eyes trail down to your reddened-lips. You feel stained with the king’s touch and you need her to wash it all off.

“I will see you around, love.” She whispers only so you can hear before turning around and going to correct some trainees.

“You’re moving like a SLOTH!” She yells, looking back at you, smiling before correcting a the frightened trainee.

…

It’s late at night, the only reason why you’ve been able to sneak out is because the king is currently in bed with his third wife. You can’t be noticed because of the simple white robe you have on, your curls are out, untouched and a mess but you don’t care. Completely opposite of your normally kept look. The only way one would be able to tell is if they saw your face up close.

You end up in front of izogie’s hut, the one she’s built herself. You see the light from her lantern illuminating the inside before her hand grabs you to pull you in.

Her lips crash against yours as her nails graze your scalp.

“I missed you.” You admit, kissing her lip and then her neck and her shoulder, feeling the muscle bulge beneath her pretty brown skin.

“You as well, darling. I love your hair.” She whispers lowly, exhausted from all her fighting and hiking for the day. She gently kisses your forehead, like your made of glass.

“Long day?” You ask, laying against her broad chest.

“The longest.” She replies as her nails slowly rake down your back, leaving goosebumps in their wake. She smells like wood and shea butter that she mixes with something you can’t put your nose on.

You notice the little set up she has, a single mat laid out to sleep and a small bowl of stew she had been eating, made by the chef here. You both end up sitting down in front of each other, her face beautifully lit by the lantern as you speak.

“Had I known you were coming, I would prepare another mat and get you more food.” She sighs, feigning irritation as you hold the bowl of half eaten stew. You bring it to your lips and savour the taste.

Yes, the palace offers the tastiest food but nothing beats a well-cooked meal, one that’s made straight from the village. Oh, how you’ve missed it.

“It’s okay, my love, I’m comfortable here,” you grin as she sits up and grabs the bowl from you.

“Let me go get you some more.” She insists and you know better than to try to deny her so she leaves you with a peck on the lips before exiting the hut.

You get comfortable, laying down on the mat and taking in her scent. You don’t even hear her walk back in so her voice startles you.

“Getting comfortable already?” She asks. You turn around only to find that amused grin on her face as she settles a steaming hot bowl of stew in your palms.

“I don’t mean to bother-“ you begin.

“Eat.” She interrupts as she rolls her eyes. She moves toward you and settles right behind you so your back is flush against her front. Despite how many times she fights a day and how aggressive she can be with her trainees, she’s so soft with you. Impossibly soft with you.

Her eyes are practically glued to you and you’ve gotten so used and comfortable with it. But you don’t understand how one can stare at you so lovingly with a mess of curls and stew staining the corner of your mouth.

You finish the stew in no time and she kisses your temple before speaking.

“Maybe he should start taking your favorite meals into account.” She jokes and although you know it’s a joke. You so desperately want to laugh but you can’t. Ghezo doesn’t know anything about you, anymore, not a single thing, not your favorite activities, or your favorite meal.

But izogie does, she knows you like neutral colors, that you love taking naps even though it’s impossible for you to, she knows you love playing music and that you can’t swim for the life of you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you by saying that,” she apologizes as she strokes the soft skin of your thigh.

“I know…I just—you’re right.” You agree as you lean back. She crosses her arms around you and kisses your shoulder. She grabs the wooden bowl and sets it aside from your grasp while lowering her hands to your hips.

“I will always be here, however you need me to be, darling.” She promises and with all that sincerity in her voice, you can’t help but feel how deep her words go. She would go to war for you and you know it.

You both breathe in and out, together.

…

You and Izogie spent the night together, she spent more time reassuring you that she would be there for you, in more ways than one and leaving reminders for you to look at throughout the next week.

Her grip on you was desperate, she eventually let go of your throughout the night, allowing you to turn around and face her.

You turn over on the small mat that can barely fit the two of you. The sun isn’t up yet and neither is your lover. You look at Izogie’s face, her face free of wrinkles and body relaxed against your own. Her uniform is on the floor far from you and you admire her while you can.

The relationship isn’t purely physical no but Izogie is attractive and you can’t deny it. She has so many scars from training and fighting but she’s so beautiful. You cup her face in your palms and gently kiss her plump lips.

She scoots closer, still half asleep and mumbling while she wraps an arm around your waist. She rests her face in the crook of your neck as she continues to sleep. She’s full of warmth, so much of it that you want it to envelope you for years to come. Her lashes flutter against your collarbone as she continues to move around.

“Izogie,” you speak her name like a prayer. She hums from deep in her throat and if you weren’t exhausted from last night you swear you’d have another round with her.

“I must go get cleaned up, accompany me, please?” She’s never denied you and she doesn’t see why she’d deny you now. You chuckle as she blinks her eyes open. You use your thumbs to wipe the crust from her eyes as she stretches awakes.

You both get up and she stuffs spare towels in her arms as you wear the white robe you were in previously.

“Why must you move so slow?” She grins already dressed by the time you finish up getting dressed.

…

You’ve never really like the water. And you’re sure you never will but when Izogie is on you the way she is. And her hands are doing their job, the water feels like it barely exists.

“Izogie, what if we get caught?” You ask as her body breaks through the surface of the steaming water. She hums and shrugs without care like she wants to get caught, almost like she wants everyone to know that she’s yours.

“Then so be it.” She murmurs while fiddling with your waist beads that sit beautifully on your waist.

Ghezo crosses your mind. He would be furious if you left him for Izogie. She’s a strong warrior, stronger than he’ll ever be. It would upset your people, everyone around you. It would break your heart to watch all the other wives and your own people turn on you.

But you want her more. You want her more than you know. You want her more than Ghezo, more than your people and more than those wives.

“You think too much.” She points out, gripping your bare hips and pressing gentle kisses to your neck. She tilts your head back while running her hands down your curls. Her nails dig into your scalp, massaging the worries away.

You feel so soothed that your vision begins to blur. She scoops up water in those hands of hers and runs them down your hair.

“I know you‘ll have a choice to make, I know what you’ll pick,”’ She whispers, wet lips trailing down your jaw.

“How are you so sure that you aren’t a choice?” You question, picking up your head to look at her troubled face. She chuckles but not her regular one, there’s so much sadness masked behind it.

“Y/n….He was there before me, you love him, he’s a king while I am just a warrior.” She says blankly. You’ve never seen izogie so unsure before. Insecure, almost.

You cup her face so she’s focused. Her torso melts into your own.

“I love you.” She erupts, her heart beating so fast that her chest moves against your own. Your lips press against each other, forcing a shocked groan out of her.

Her lips linger for a moment, letting your lips graze before you begin to speak.

“I love you too.” Neither of you know how long this is gonna last. It could end tomorrow. In a year. In a month. Either way, you’d pick each other each and every time, now, then, and anyday in between.

[please let me know what you think via comments :)]

playlist: who hurt you by Daniel Ceasar, yebba’s heartbreak by Yebba + drake, say yes by floetry, shame by summer walker, none of your concern by jhene Aiko, promises by jhene Aiko, 20 something by SZA.

@sweetalittleselfish-honey @xenaizogie couldn’t tag anyone else :(

#izogie #izogie x reader #izogie the woman king #izogie x You #the woman king #new work!

251 notes · View notes