#izogie x reader

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so did the izogie girls go extinct ? 🤕

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The Damned Lover

Izogie x Black!Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Strange disappearances of Oyo men have been happening near Dahomey. Some of the Oyo’s prisoners have magically vanished. General Oba Ade of the Oyo accuses the King of Dahomey & his Agojie warriors of being involved. It is up to the Agojie to get to the bottom of the strange occurrences to protect their village. That is until a certain warrior stumbles upon an alluring creature, The Damned.

WordCount: 2k

A/N: This is all I had written in the drafts.

taglist: @blacksapphhicmaddonna @mybonafidefeelings @zeezeecave @scribblecake @gr00vyminibus @uhwhatsay @lppriceisright @xenaizogie

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Chapter 3 [ch.1] [ch.2]

Muffled voices had awakened you out of your well needed sleep. Even with the curse of immortality your body still needed its rest. Eyes peeling open, vision slightly blurred as it adjusted to the bright shine of the sun. Unlike the myth told by different generations, the sun could only weaken your abilities but not kill you. Blinking a few times as you tried to reach to wipe your eyes realizing you were restrained to a chair. Looking around, figuring out you were in some type of confinement area within a village. There were people walking around going about their business as they passed you by. Tugging at the ropes that tied your wrists down to the chair yet no luck of breaking free. Two pairs of feet had planted in front of you causing your eyes to wander upward.

“We will take you to our King. He wishes to have some words with you.” The woman you recalled being named Izogie dryly told you. 

Narrowing your eyes at the woman, you didn’t answer but simply observed her as you tried pulling on the ropes again. Smirking down at your weak attempts letting out a chuckle at the contrast of strengths you had earlier for her warrior sisters. The second woman spoke up, drawing your attention to her.

“I’m Amenza, the one you flipped over earlier. We do not wish to harm you but you must understand why we had to restrain you, no?” Her voice was softer and seemed more welcoming than this Izogie woman. You huffed and shrugged as relaxed your attempts to break free.

“This King you speak of, why does he want to speak with me?” Completely annoyed with the situation you were in, you rolled your eyes.

“Strange things have been happening near Dahomey and it involves our people. He just wants to know if you have witnessed anything that could give an answer.” Amenza had stepped forward but Izogie stopped Amenza in her tracks.

“We will escort you to his quarters but if you try anything…” She paused to bend down to your eye level. “I will not hesitate to crack you in the skull again.” She roughly untied you to stand you up and bounded your wrist behind you again. 

“Ah, so that weak hit was you?” You teased, knowing full and well her blow left you dazed but you were annoyed with this woman’s cockiness.

Izogie gripped your left arm tightly with her nails scraping your skin making you hiss. Amenza took your right forcing you to walk to the King's quarters. The General was waiting by the quarter's door where she greeted Izogie and Amenza. Her eyes were emotionless when she gazed directly at you before turning to lead you to their king.

“King Gezo, this is the woman I was speaking of.” The General pointed back to you, King Gezo motioned you to come forward. Izogie and Amenza walked you closer to stand in front of him. He eyed you up and down as he poked his lips analyzing your appearance.

“You bruised some of my greatest warriors.” He stated, calmly as he raised his eyebrows. You kept quiet, diverting your eyes to your feet.

“I understand you were afraid but do not take my Agojie not taking your head for weakness.” He continued sternly. You muttered something smart under your breath that Izogie caught.

“What was that?” King Gezo asked. Deciding to take the safer route figuring these warriors were doing what they had to do just as you.

“I said, I apologies. I was only trying to protect my sister.” Your voice cracked, remembering how worried your sisters might be. King Gezo hummed and looked to his General.

“She was not alone, Nanisca?” He questioned as General Nanisca nodded.

“Just another young woman. This one attacked us trying to save her.” Nanisca answered.

“Why were you in the forest?” King Gezo asked you.

“There is a pond there that my sisters and I like to swim in.” You simply replied.

“Have you seen anything strange there?” Looking up in the air like you were genuinely pondering the question you shook your head.

“If I may ask, where are you from? Your eyes are something I have not seen before.” He narrowed his eyes with genuine curiosity.

“I am not from this land but of a place far from here.” You lied, hoping he’d be satisfied with your answer. He nodded suspiciously before speaking again.

“One last thing, what is your name?” Searching your mind for the answer. You had almost forgotten the name that was given to you by the woman who gave you your rebirth. Her name was Akasha and she was one of the most powerful vampire queens that ruled Egypt. She had saved you when you were nearly killed by a foreign disease and gave you a second chance at life. You took care of her like a mother and protected her like a sister which earned your new name.

“My name is Anat.” Answering softly, fixing your intense gaze on King Gezo. He rested on his throne as he rubbed his chin, thinking.

“Well, Anat. You have answered my questions but I cannot let you go so soon.” He said matter of factly. You frowned and tensed under the hold of the warrior women.

“I have done what you have asked of me.” You spat out. King Gezo laughed.

“Yes, that is true. But you almost took my Agojie warriors out and I do not believe you were fully honest with me. We will keep you here for a few more days. You are more than welcome to engage with the people of the village but under the watch of Izogie.”  You looked at Izogie who had a puzzled look on her face but regained her nonchalant composure. 

“But I-” King Gezo threw a hand up.

“You are dismissed. Amenza and Izogie will take you to your quarters.” With that Izogie and Amenza escorted you away from the King’s hall and out into the village. Three women in white had approached Izogie.

“Is she staying here?” One asked curiously.

“Not now, Nawi. Return to your training.” Izogie pushed past the trainees to guide you into your designated quarters. Amenza had untied you this time.

“Supper will be served at dusk. Izogie will be here by the door in case you need anything.” Amenza said softly. 

“Or if you try to escape.” Izogie joked, causing Amenza to give her a pointed look before they both headed out of your temporary home.

You were left with your own company as you sat on your cot, relaxing your head against the wall. Closing your eyes and calming your breathing, shifting your focus to your senses. The goal being to channel one of your sister’s thoughts but accidentally hearing someone else’s. It was a woman's voice discussing how irritated they were with the responsibility of watching you when they were supposed to be training the trainees. You weren’t so pleased with having someone babysit you and being stuck in a place you didn’t wish to be in the first place. You quickly shifted your focus somewhere else to stop you from finding the source of the voice and taking your frustration out on them.

“Sister…

 Answer if you are safe.

Please be okay.”

Instantly recognizing the voice belonging to your older sister, Dayo.

“Dayo! 

I am safe.

Are you all safe and sound?” You asked.

“Thank goodness! We were worried!

Yes, we are safe. We will come to you. Tell me where you are?” Dayo asked urgently.

“I am in a village called Dahomey.

But they have me under watch by their army called Agojie.”

“I’ve heard of them.

They’re the strongest warriors within the country.

The Agojie are not like the Oyo. They’re very strategic.”

“Maybe rescuing me is not a good idea…

I’ll wait it out, they only want me here for a few days until I’m proven trustworthy.” You said.

“If you believe that is best, sister. We will meet again soon.” Dayo replied.

“Until then.” You broke the connection. Just a few more days. You laid down feeling woozy from being hungry and still discombobulated from Nanisca knocking you out. Hours had passed and the natural light from the window in your quarters grew darker. You awoke to your door creaking open. Izogie wandered in with a plate of food, clothes, and a lantern.

“Here is your supper and a change of clothes. Knock on the door when you are done.” She handed you a bowl as she set your clothes and the lantern to the side and quickly turned to leave.

“What is in it? You stared at the bowl of food, the smell was alluring but you were afraid your stomach wouldn’t agree with it. 

“You think we would poison you?” Her voice rose an octave, surprised by your questioning of her people’s dish. You laughed.

“I am not saying that. I just… Nevermind.” Figuring you were probably asking too much and judging by the uninterested look on Izogie’s face, you let it go. She blinked then shrugged you off before going back to guard the outside of your door. 

You watched the shadows of her feet walk back and forth. Turning your attention to the bowl of food in front you, you only ate the rice and bread. Something that Akasha had encouraged you to eat instead of feeding the other way. 

Getting up and approaching the door you knocked and took a step back as Izogie perched through. You handed her the bowl and felt her hands graze over yours making her tsk at how cold they felt.

“How are you cold if it is still warm out? Do you need another blanket?” She asked, annoyed. You pulled your hand away from hers as you shook your head.

“I’m fine, thank you. Was just a sickly child that never fully recovered is all.” You answered quickly. Izogie hummed as she stared into your eyes, finally getting a good look at your features. She noticed your silver eyes that had a hint of gold in them and how your skin looked perfect like porcelain. You caught the way her eyes dropped to your lips then darted them down to your long nails. 

“You poke people's eyes out too?” She asked. You gave her a startled look as she smacked her lips. She held your hands up with hers and pointed at the sharped point of her nails. 

“These. I used to stun my enemies, I poke their eyes out. It ends the fight quickly if they cannot see.” She winked and let go of your hand. 

“Oh.” Was all you could reply with.

“Are you not a fighter?” She asked genuinely. You silently shook your head.

“Then how did you learn to fight like that earlier?” Izogie questioned.

Because I’m a really old vampire that had to learn to survive through different forms of violence that existed within the past few centuries.

“Just something I picked up from my travels.” You turned to gather your new set of clothes. She laughed softly.

“Well, we are training new trainees tomorrow. I could show you around if you ever get sick of confinement… Just don’t get any smart ideas.” She added, still watching you as you walked back to her.

“Hm. As long as you don’t knock me in the head or tie me up, I think that would be nice.” You replied sarcastically, making the woman laugh at your remarks. Izogie squinted her eyes at you.

“No promises. But I will let you rest. Good night, Anat.” She softened her gaze on you before she went out of your room, shutting the door behind her.

“Good night, Izogie.” You said softly as you turned to change into the clean clothes she gave you. Blowing out the lantern you laid down on your mat in complete darkness, closing your eyes as you calmed your breathing. Channeling your thoughts to communicate with your sisters but having the connection be interrupted by the same voice again.

“Anat…

Such a pretty name. Must be from Egypt?

Ah, her eyes are the most intriguing color I have ever seen.

Quite strange but very intriguing she is…”

[xenaizogie]

Hey there suga, how you? Soo i really don't have an explanation for this... there is no plot whatsoever, just pure shamelessness...Enjoy!! (oh and the same rules apply, Izogie broke a couple nails...you know the ones)

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One Rule

Moonlight streams through the open windows, casting the room in a soft glow as the curtains flutter in the gentle breeze. The room itself was quiet except for your slightly heavy breathing, your mind lost in thought. You lay in bed atop the covers clad only in your underwear, eyes closed, and your bottom lip is caught between your teeth. The ache between your legs is almost unbearable, your arousal evident by the ever-growing wet spot adorning your panties. You are alone, except for your thoughts. Izogie left you with only one rule – no touching her pussy while she was gone. That was four weeks ago. One whole month you have been trying to ignore the undeniable ache, the incessant throbbing of your pussy, and you want so badly to be a good girl for her. But tonight, tonight, you are almost at your breaking point, images of you two together running rampant in your mind’s eye. You left your panties on in hopes to resist the temptation of breaking her only rule, but you needed some kind of relief, at least try to take the edge off. I mean, technically you really weren’t breaking the rules, right? Your hands roam free, one hand massages across your stomach stopping just above the waistband of your panties, the other gropes at your breast. You pinch the hardened bud, slowly rolling your nipple back and forth between your fingers. Soft moans begin to fill the air, it feels good but it’s not her.

So lost in thought and the feel of your hands caressing your body, you didn’t hear the soft click of the door announcing her presence. “What is this,” her voice velvety smooth, your hands still and your eyes fly open. You open your mouth prepared to try and explain but the only thing that comes out is, “I need you,” your thighs subtly rubbing together. Her laughter is soft, a seductive sound as she slowly stalks across the room towards you, eyes raking over your body. “Tell me love, have you been good for me,” she asks. The word yes tumbles from your lips as you quickly nod your head. Her eyes meet yours again as she leans over you, lips ghosting over yours, a hand gliding across your abdomen lower and lower. “Are you sure,” she whispers, warm breath fanning over your lips. Before you can reply she firmly cups your clothed core, your words dying into a low moan, the steady pressure already beginning to turn your brain fuzzy. Her lips finally crash into yours, the kiss intense, a clash of lips and teeth, full of hunger and longing. Her tongue grazes along your bottom lip, silently demanding entrance and you moan into the kiss allowing her tongue to invade your mouth. She dominates the kiss easily, tongue gliding smoothly over yours, kissing you deeply, your arms making their way to her neck to try and pull her closer. It’s over all too soon and you whimper as she pulls back, “Strip…and keep going,” she orders.

You quickly move to obey, slipping your panties down your legs and tossing them to the side. Your hands soon return to their sensual journey across your body, eyes locked steadfast on her as she begins to leisurely remove her own clothes. Your hands land on your pert nipples first, fingers pinching and pulling at the hardened peaks before palming and squeezing the fleshy mounds. Izogie hums in approval, her eyes following the movements of your hands as she moves back to you. You feel the bed dip as she slowly begins to crawl on all fours towards you, her hips coming to rest on your thighs while her hands begin their own languorous journey up your body. Her fingertips feather a trail across your stomach and up towards your breasts and you exhale a shaky breath you didn’t even realize you were holding as they finally graze the underside of your fleshy mounds. The touch is fleeting though, she grasps your wrists in her hands bringing them up, pinning them to the bed above your head. She hovers over you, her hardened nipples just barely grazing yours, a smirk on her face as she gazes down at you. “Please,” you whisper urgently, not caring how desperate you sound, all you know is that you need her bad, right now. Thankfully, tonight, she is not in a teasing mood. Her lips descend on yours again, urgent in her need to claim your lips over and over again, swallowing your moans greedily. Your hands still lie above your head, you know better than to move them without her permission, but her hands, her hands are slowly trying to drive you insane. The barely there touch as she glides them down your arms and across your collar bone has you feigning for more. More touches, more kisses, more pressure, just more. You needed her just as much as you needed your next breath. A moan tumbles from your lips breaking up the kiss as her hands reach your breasts, lightly circling your nipples before roughly rolling the buds between her fingers. She trails kisses along your jaw while her hands continue their assault, twisting and tweaking your nipples. Her lips reach your ear, and she murmurs, “I missed you love, let me show you how much.” You couldn’t deny her even if you wanted to.

Hot open mouth kisses make their way down your neck as she moves to straddle one of your thighs, spreading your legs further apart. Her mouth takes the place of one of her hands, tongue swirling teasingly around your nipple before sucking the aching bud into her mouth. Your back arches, pressing yourself further into her as a moan spills from you. She pulls back with a pop, switching to your neglected nipple, lavishing it in the same care and vaguely you think you may cum just from this. So focused on her mouth and the sensation it brings you, you barely notice her hands are on the move. You gasp as one of them presses up against your pussy, her fingers running through your sensitive folds, her other gripping your hip tightly, holding you in place. “So wet for me,” she whispers against your skin. You whimper as she drags her fingers across your clit, circling slowly with not nearly enough pressure. “Daddy please, I…,” your words are cut off as she suddenly presses two fingers deep inside, her palm pressed snug against your clit. There is little resistance, your slick core already dripping, more than ready for her. “Please what?” She asks as she begins to pull out. You clench your hands in a desperate attempt to keep them above your head, “More,” you whimper as she eases back inside. “Not yet,” she murmurs, “Be a good girl and take what daddy gives you.” You can’t help the moan that falls from your lips at her words. Her pace is unhurried, pressing in knuckle deep before curling her fingers on the drag out, every stroke of her fingers caressing against your spot sending you higher and higher. Her hand moves from your hip to trace patterns across your stomach until she reaches your nipple, pinching it gently. She feels you tighten around her fingers as you whimper, the sensations slowly overwhelming you. Her pace picks up slightly, sliding into you rougher, eager to draw out more of your sweet noises of pleasure. She’s pushing you higher, urging you closer to the edge of bliss, your whimpers and moans music to her ears. She can tell you are getting close, can feel you fluttering around her fingers with every stroke.

Just as you are seconds away from sweet release, she stops, pulling out completely. Ignoring your frustrated groan of disapproval, she momentarily moves away from you, reaching in the bottom drawer to grab the strap. Standing, she adjusts the harness around her waist, smirking at your desperate state. She settles in between your open legs, swiping the tip through your folds before sinking bit by bit to the hilt into your depths. She presses her body against yours, holding you tight, arms pressed under your back as her lips meet yours. “Mine,” she whispers against your lips, thrusting into you gently, burying herself as deeply as she could go before pulling out again. “Only yours,” you breathe out as she trails kisses across your jaw, nuzzling into your neck, breathing you in deeply. She stays there a few moments before pulling back, moving up on her hands as her pace picks up. Your hands grip at her back, moans falling freely from your mouth as Izogie starts to pound into you, you’re close already. “Please ‘Zo,” you beg as your legs start to tremble. “Already baby? Give it to me.” All it takes is one more deep thrust to push you over the edge. White hot pleasure courses through your veins, your nails scratching down her back, but Izogie doesn’t slow. Her hips continue to meet yours at a brutal pace, you’ve barely crested the first wave of pleasure and already she is pushing you towards another. You’re babbling almost incoherently, the coil in the pit of your stomach ready to snap again. Izogie leans back changing the angle of her hips to penetrate you even deeper, the tip of the strap kissing your cervix with each stroke. You want to ask permission, you feel the pressure building up. You try to warn her that any second your body is about to combust but she is relentless in her thrusts. You pry your eyes open, desperate to catch her gaze, hoping that she understands. The second your eyes meet she smirks and murmurs “Let go for me,” and just like that your second orgasm crashes through you leaving you gushing and breathless. Only then does Izogie begin to slow, helping you ride out every trembling shudder of pleasure. She leans back down over you and places a tender kiss on your forehead and each of your eyelids before finally softly meeting your lips, the kiss overflowing with tender emotion. She breaks away looking down at your still trembling body with a smirk, “Come on love, I’m not done with you yet.”

Hope you enjoyed! Have a good day sugafoot ❤️

[zeezeecave]

Keep It Up

Author's Note: The last (and first) time I wrote smut was 7 years ago, so bear with me on this one please.😭(it's only lightly edited since i finished around 3am lmao)

Word Count: 4k

Synopsis: You play too damn much and Izogie's sick of it.

Contains: Needy!Annoying!Bottom!Reader x Top!KindaMean!Izogie, thigh riding, oral (reader-receiving), spanks, overstimulation, masturbation, scissoring, slight choking, squirting, praise kink, y'all get it.

Inspo: I'm ovulating.

Taglist: @mybonafidefeelings @maysflourish @blacksapphhicmaddonna @masterajoy314 @iinkonde (comment/dm/ask if you'd like to be tagged as well!)

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You’ve been working on Izogie’s nerves since the moment you woke up this morning. You had a rebellious streak with her that rivaled that of Nawi; you were already an Agojie for a few years, so you got away with a little more than the trainee did. Plus, you were Izogie’s favorite, despite how much you annoyed her. 

You thrived off of the warrior’s attention. The way her perfect eyebrows would furrow as you pushed her buttons every chance you got. When she would kiss her teeth when you said something off the wall. The smirk she would fight back when General Nanisca was speaking to her and you were pulling ridiculous faces from behind. 

Her reactions to your shenanigans was what whiskey was to Izogie. Watching her calm, cool, and collected demeanor falter into a flustered and stuttering state made you drunk with delight. You reveled in the fact that you were the only one that had that effect on her. So you decided to take it a step further this time.

It started with harmless pebbles. You’d chuck each one at the back of her neck, containing your giggles every time her neck tensed. The pointed look she gave you made you roll your lips into your mouth cheekily. She pursed her lips when she noticed you were immune to her intimidating gaze, then she smirked. If you wanted to play games, so would she.

“That’s one, Y/N. Keep it up.” She said before turning back around. You tilted your head, perplexed at what that might mean. 

‘One of what? Is she challenging me? Why did she smirk like that?’

Different thoughts popped into your head at her unexpected response. The punishments she’d have you do at the end of a day of your teasing left you with sore thighs, cramped hands, aching arms, or all of the above depending on the chore. But that never stopped you from doing it again. You’d admit you were somewhat of a masochist, curious to see how far you could push her, and how much harder she’d push back. 

But her nonchalant responses coupled with the cryptic counting was steadily driving you mad with fervent curiosity. A pit in your stomach was growing deeper with each count as you poked at her patience. It was the way she looked at you with each rising number. There was a glint in her eyes that was never there when she planned to give you a punishment, almost as if what she had in store for you would give her pleasure in return.

So you kept on, and you were on number four now. The sun was setting and everyone was putting their unclean dinner plates away. You lingered by the washing station, expecting Izogie to put you on dish cleaning duty. 

“Four dishes? No, that doesn’t make sense. Four hours of cleaning? Hmm, maybe? Shit, I don’t know.” You mumbled to yourself, desperate to decode her messages before she got to you. 

Suddenly, you felt a firm hand clasp around your bicep and a warm breath behind your left ear.

“My room. Five minutes.” And she released you and walked away, leaving you dazed and further confused. You sighed in relief that you weren’t on clean up duty, but the pit in your abdomen grew as you took each step towards your unknown punishment for the night. 

‘Kiss a good night’s sleep goodbye.’ You thought, pushing the fabric door to the side as you entered her quarters. The slinking sound of metal pierced your ears, and your eyes scanned the room for the source. 

The oil lamp was lit by her bedside, radiating the room with a soft orange glow. She sat in a chair in the corner, slightly hunched over as she sharpened her machete with a whetstone in smooth, precise motions. The light gently reflected off of her mahogany skin as her arm flexed with each glide. Your chest rose and fell harder than usual as your heart rate sped up at the sight. Something familiar in your abdomen started to coil, and you kept yourself from groaning in frustration.

‘Now is not the time.’ You internally begged for the sensation to go away, but a command from across the room only made it stronger.

“Sit.”

Your feet obeyed with a quickness and you sat cautiously on the side of the bed closest to her. A few beats of grinding metal resonated before she spoke again.

“You know, I always wondered why you act the way you do towards me.” Her eyes never left her precious weapon. “The small pranks, sly remarks, and your immunity to any of my punishments.”

She lifted the machete in front of her to inspect its razor sharp edges, smiling in satisfaction as the light reflected beautifully off of its silver. Then her eyes shifted to you, her smile morphing into a knowing smirk. You subconsciously shifted in the mattress under her gaze as you felt some wetness pool into your skirt.

“Then it hit me. I’ve been going about it all wrong.” She chuckled darkly with a shake of her head, setting the whetstone and machete aside. She leaned back in her chair and her legs slightly spread. You tried your hardest to not look down there, but she caught the quick glance down to what her skirt contained. She had you figured out now.

“Sit.” She commanded once more. Your face scrunched and you looked down at your current position. You were sitting. Before you could question her command, her patting her thigh kept you speechless.

There was no chance she was ordering you to sit on her lap, but the way she raised her eyebrow at your unresponsiveness confirmed your suspicion. You slowly pushed yourself off the bed and took small steps to her. She didn’t mind how slow you were going, she had all night to give what she had in store for you.

Standing in between her legs, you turned to the side and sat down with both of your legs facing her other thigh. Izogie’s hands remained on the wooden arm rests as she felt your soft thighs spread over hers. She clicked her tongue.

“Mm-mm.” She hummed in disapproval, eyes boring into yours. “Correctly.”

You stumbled slightly as you got up and turned to the outside of her leg. As you went to sit again, her hands shot up and held your waist, stopping you.

“Facing me.” Your heart skipped a beat as electricity from the touch shocked your core in the most pleasurable way possible. 

“H-how?” You practically whimpered.

“You know how.” She crooned in a low tone. You lifted your leg over, struggling to keep the shivers at bay, and lowered your center onto the bulk of her thigh. The second her muscular leg made contact with your clit, the moan you were holding back since you entered the room escaped your lips, blissfully caressing Izogie’s ears. She gripped your hips, keeping you stationary when you tried to lift yourself from further embarrassment.

“So this is how you like it? How you want me, hm?” She looked down at your rising skirt that slowly revealed your plump brown thighs. She could feel every quiver, twitch, and spasm your pussy did; it told her what your desires were without you even uttering a word. She peered up at your clenched eyelids and frowned. 

A spank on your backside shot your eyes open, pulling a squeal from your mouth.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you and answer my question.” She demanded, rubbing the heated spot. Your throat bobbed as you gulped down the last bit of disobedience you had left, and you met her dark gaze clouded with lust.

“Y-yes.” Your meek tone sent shivers up her spine. If this is what it took to get you to obey her, she would’ve done this a long time ago. She always had feelings for you, and she was dead set on ignoring them. But you made it so hard, so they grew without her permission. 

Now here she had you on her lap whimpering, your trip to nirvana under her complete control. This is how she liked you: teary-eyed and desperate.

“Move.” Her grip on your hips loosened to give you room to carry out the order. The slick that oozed from between your folds and dampened her lap caused your face to burn in shameful desire. Your pelvis started forward, dragging your sensitive bud up her leg. 

“Ohh, mmh!” The sparks of ecstasy cascaded down your legs and crawled up your spine, causing you to arch your back. The warrior you straddled stared up at your vulnerable state; your head thrown back as your braids slipped out of its styled updo, your nails clawing at her thigh to steady yourself, and the melodic moans you stifled while biting your thick lips. 

You felt her hand snake up from your stomach, between your breasts, to your neck. The tips of her sharp nails slightly grazing the sides of your throat as she gripped it almost sent you over the edge. She firmly pulled your head forward and your eyes fell on her.

“Look at me when you ride me. You don’t get to hide and get off at the same time.” She said, eyes darting from your contorting face to your wining waist. Her hand fell back to the arm rest and you moaned in disappointment.

“T-touch me, Izogie, please?” You begged, no longer caring how pathetic you sounded. You wanted her to make you feel good, to take you all the way there. However, she had different plans. She shook her head.

“No. You’ve been a nuisance all day. You’re going to do it yourself.” Her voice was flat and unwavering, masking the burning want to lift you up, slam you on her bed, and ravish you how she wanted. But this was your punishment, and she would not give in. She reached over to the side and picked her machete and whetstone back up. Twisting to the side and keeping her legs still, the scraping sound of metal resumed.

Your hips stuttered in astonishment. You were leaking sinfully on her lap, becoming a moaning hot mess, yet her focus was on her damn machete. This was not how your midnight fantasies panned out; you had her undivided attention as she whispered sweet nothings to you, taking you until your voice was raw. That’s the scene that played in your mind as you sought for release secretly under your covers every other night.

But this completely off-script scene was curling your toes harder than your imagination ever did. You continued rocking forward again before she could say anything. Your brown eyes were fixed on the side of her face as you slightly leaned forward, putting more pressure on your clit with each gyration. Your slick pleasure dripping off the side of her thigh made her own pussy clench as your breathy moans tickled her ears.

“Close, I-I’m close, ‘Zogie.” The warrior simply smirked, not sparing a glance at your blissed out state. So you pressed her, becoming desperate as the coil within you was threatening to unravel any second. “Touch me please! Ch-choke me, spank me again, do something!”

Her grip on the weapon’s hilt almost loosened as the filthy requests that spilled from your lips caught her by surprise. Your needy moans tensed her thigh muscle, and you felt it. Her raised flesh nudged the bundle of nerves in the right spot, at the perfect time with your thrust, and your head fell into her neck, silencing the cry of pleasure the best you could. You clawed at her soft waist as your hips rocked on their own to ride out your climax. Izogie gawked at the way your back grooved up and down like an ocean wave. Your ass, that was now on full display from under your fully hiked up skirt, was jiggling with every movement you made.

With another smack to the exposed cheek, she gave her next command.

“On your knees, now.” She didn’t even let you ride out your climax all the way. You pouted and groaned as you slid off her thigh, your sensitive center pulsating at the loss of contact. You placed your hands on her knees on your way down and looked up at her, glossy eyes waiting with anticipation. She could tell you wanted to clean up the mess that was building between her thighs, but you needed to clean up yours first.

“Oh Y/N, you naughty girl. Look at your mess!” Her pointed finger streamed her glistening wet leg, chuckling as a string of your cum still connected her sharp nail to her dark skin. The wet finger lightly brushed against your lips. “Clean it up.”

And you did just that. Your lips were around her finger, sucking your essence right off of it. After she rescinded her touch, your tongue latched onto her lap to lick her soft dark skin clean of your sins. The tingling sensation of your warm appendage so close to where she desired you had her tilting her head back in near delirium. Her hands’ grip on the wooden arm rests could leave dents as she refrained from touching you. She had to remind herself that her touch is exactly what you wanted, so she wouldn’t give it to you as punishment. After a deep breath, she peered down at you, and your eyes were already on her as you licked your last drop from her inner thigh.

“That was one. Now you have three left.” The pit in your stomach was now on fire. That’s what she was counting. The number of times you would come undone. Your eyes widened at the revelation and you sat back. You didn’t know if you could take that many in one night. As if she could see the doubt behind your eyes, she leaned forward and softly took your chin in her hand.

“Oh, you’re going to take it. And maybe, if you’re a good girl, I’ll reward you for the last one.” You perked up at the chance of a reward. “Can you do that for me? Be a good girl?” You nodded your head, but clicks of disapproval fell from her tongue.

“I need words, Y/N.”

“I’ll be your good girl, Izogie.” Her eyes darkened as your promise to obey soothed her ears.

“When you touch yourself, do you think of me?” She asked casually, as if she was asking whether it would rain tonight or not. 

“I-I do. Every time.” You stuttered. She pursed her lips, looking down in thought.

“Show me.” She pointed her lips to the bed behind you. “Get on the bed and show me what you do when you think of me.”

Despite climaxing just minutes before, what she was asking you made your clit jump as your arousal started to build up again. With shaky legs, you got up from the floor and stepped backwards to the bed, laying back as the cot hit the back of your knees. She stood from her chair and languidly strolled in front of you as you slipped off your soaked underwear. When they were at your feet, she slipped them off for you before you could set them to the side, and put them in her front pocket.

“You won’t be needing these,” She teased, making you cover your sex from her view. “Don’t get shy on me now, keep going.” 

You laid your head back and closed your eyes, trying to imagine you were pleasing yourself while alone. Izogie crossed her arms and watched on in amusement and arousal as you tried to get yourself off without looking at her. The attempt was frustrating to you and cute to her. You sighed in defeat when your stimulation became stagnant.

“Izogie, I-I don’t think I can do it again, it’s too soon.” You huffed, prying your eyes open cautiously to see her reaction. You almost jumped in shock when you saw her head close to your cunt.

“That’s because you’re not looking at who you constantly think about,” The breath each syllable came with hit your center and you felt it cry. “And your kpò (pussy) is telling me a different story. Try again.”

You kept your half-lidded gaze on her and started to rub circles around your aching bud. The cool air of the room and her heated exhales wafting over where you needed her most bolstered your pleasure to new heights. Your chest rose and fell faster as you could feel a heartbeat throughout your whole body. You delved two fingers into your pulsating hole and arched your back off the bed with a moan. You were so wet that your motions started to produce squelching sounds, and the warrior’s mouth watered at the sight of your dripping sex.

It took everything in her not to remove your fingers and replace it with her tongue. She wanted to know how you tasted so badly. Your musky scent alone was dizzying to her. 

“What am I doing in your fantasies while you touch yourself?” She asked, reveling in how your hips stuttered with each word she spoke. You spread your legs wider apart before answering.

“You put your head between my thighs like now and, uhn,” Your second orgasm was approaching and you were straining to keep your eyes open and trained on the warrior. “You drink my cum the same way you drink your wh-whiskey, like you’re getting drunk off of it.” You confessed through a shaky breath. Izogie bit her lip almost hard enough to draw blood, the more she drenched her undergarments, the weaker her self-restraint became. She yearned to act out your fantasy right then and there and replace her favorite drink with the liquor that poured from your sex. 

“And you would face me every day so innocently like you weren’t moaning my name the night before? You have no shame.” Her faux criticisms made you buck your hips and your release was around the corner. An idea popped into her head as she could sense this. 

“Curl your fingers up for me.”

You didn’t know what you expected to happen after you did, but the lurid surprise of that particular spot flashing white hot pleasure behind your eyes made you slap your mouth shut to stifle the wail that tumbled out. The ecstasy hit you like an unmerciful wave and your knees knocked together as your legs quaked. You thought it was too much until a hand abruptly pulled your fingers out of your hole and a tongue filled you up right after.

You looked down and witnessed Izogie devouring you as if you were her last meal. You bit your hand, straining to keep quiet as she drank and prolonged your high. Tears fell from your eyes and you smiled behind your hand as you thought you were receiving a reward for your obedience. But when she didn’t stop sucking on your clit despite its sensitivity, it dawned on you how your overstimulation was a part of your punishment. 

“‘Zogi– fuck! Wait it’s- mmh! I c-can’t!”

Izogie felt your hips scooting backward, and she hooked her hands around them, keeping you in place. “Be a good girl for me and take it.” She reminded you before diving back in, slurping up every drop that your pussy had to offer. The dull pain mixed with the pleasure radiated through your slippery folds, yet your hips bucked towards her tongue like they wanted more.

The warrior was addicted. Her own pelvis rolled her sopping kpò onto the floor for any type of friction. Your taste alone could make her cum and she moaned into you, the vibrations sending salacious shivers up your spine. 

Your second climax barely gone, the third one was fast approaching thanks to your fantasy coming true unexpectedly. You prayed that no one would notice the bite marks on your palm tomorrow morning. Your face streaked with tears of bliss, the skirt bunched up at your curvy waist, and you suppressing your moans was a sight Izogie would never forget. 

“Give it to me, give me all of it!” Wanting to end your punishment faster, she inserted her tongue and began to fuck you with it.

Not even five strokes later, a squirt of nectar splashed her face and she promptly caught it before it wet the bed. Her pussy clenched around nothing as she reached her own limit, without her or you even touching it. The things you did to her were a great mystery she didn’t care to solve. 

She caressed your shaky limbs as you recovered from the intensity of your third climax.

“I got you, Y/N. You did so well for me, mì wanyi (my love).” The first time hearing the term of endearment from her lips spread warmth through your chest. Her soft, caring touches soothed your labored breaths and calmed your beating heart that was knocking against your ribcage. When you seemed calm enough, she got up from the floor and laid on her side next to you.

“I’ll let you choose your fourth one, or we can take a bath now and call it a night if you’re too tired.” She softly offered while gently wiping your wet face. The touches you longed to receive were nothing like the ones you dreamed of. If being her good girl got you these, then that’s what you were willing to be if it meant late nights in your warrior’s arms. 

“Can you cum against me this time, please?” You wearily requested. Her eyebrow raised in confusion and she asked for clarity. “Like…” Instead of telling her, you decided to show her. 

Cloth by cloth, you discarded your clothing with her help. She began taking off hers as well, and your brown eyes practically glazed over as you marveled at her curvaceous body. The sweat perspiration on both of your brown skins shined under the oil lamp’s light, and you both drank in each other’s beauty for the first time.

Positioning yourself in the center of the bed, you put her leg over your left behind you, and Izogie caught on quickly to what you wanted to do. Scooting to meet you halfway, your lower lips kissed each other and you both moaned simultaneously. The sensation of her against you in this way was unlike anything you have ever felt before. Your fingers were no match for the feeling her pussy against yours brought you. Then the slow roll of your hips commenced, and you worked together to reach that heavenly state of euphoria.

The shockwaves of pleasure heightened and traveled throughout your bodies via soft neck kisses, gentle breast fondling, and whispers of love confessions bottled up over the years. The synchronized gyrations against one another quickened as you both were approaching your limits together. The squelching sounds were louder than your muffled moans, and it only drove you further into a delirious state. The aroma of her scent mixed with sweat permeated your senses. Salty tears pricked at her eyes as she felt a connection to you that transcended your physical forms. You warned her that you were almost there and you wouldn’t be able to keep quiet this time.

She cupped the back of your neck and brought you to her in a deep kiss. Her other hand wrapped around your waist to flush your front with hers. She wanted to intertwine every part of her body with yours as you two reached your orgasms together. The throbbing from within deepened and you grabbed onto her like your life depended on it. The kiss swallowed every mewl, wail, and sob emitted as sensual spasms crumbled you both into an exhausted pile on her bed. 

Tired breaths and the scent of sex now filled Izogie’s room. You quietly snuggled into her bare chest, slumber looming over your head. She peered down at your peaceful demeanor and chuckled, “I finally found a way to quiet you.” 

Your eyes reopened and you giggled sluggishly. After she gently sat you up, she got up from her bed. You whined in protest at the absence of her warmth.

“Mm-mm, we need a bath. We are going to bring the buzzards.” You shared a quiet laugh before you left for the bath house hand-in-hand.

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A/N: it's now canon that Izogie is the Panty Keeper idc idc idc.

[stadiumbleachers]

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

…

[droopycoquette]

Rest, My Love || Izogie x Fem!reader

Summary:  Izogie needs to be pampered after a long day

Warnings:  requested, fluff, suggestive content, black!reader

Word Count: 1.3k

A/n: This was requested by @szalipcombo

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You could feel her muscles move under you as you rubbed and pulled at her skin, kneading the knots away from her muscles. Her groans and soft whimpers filled your room and your ears, making your heart soar at the thought of pleasing your lover. You could make out every tick, flinch, and quiver her torso made under your thighs. You felt her muscles ripple as you massaged her shoulders. Their tenseness always amazed you, you could rub them for hours today and your love would still come back in knots tomorrow. 

Her head rested in her arms as she lay on her stomach with you straddling her back. Her intricate braids hypnotized you as her skin slipped and rubbed against your hands with the help of the yangu oil.

“There is one trainee that stands out. All of the new ones are good, strong. But, her? She is different,” she explained, hints of a groan making its way into her tone. 

“Hmm,” you acknowledged, not paying attention to what she was saying, too lost in your own world. 

Your mind was far off in the distance, thinking of how Izogie puts her muscles to work. Small moments playing in your mental theatre. Like when she lifted you on her shoulders to reach the mangos on the top shelf, or when you asked her to fill up a water jug by the river and she came back with two in each arm. You stopped yourself from clenching your thighs, the sight of your lover smirking up at you was not one you wanted to see tonight. The gloating she would do for the rest of the week would drive you insane. 

“I call her Tse-tse,” she informed you proudly, head shifting to look to the right. 

“Tse-tse,” you repeated, the name making you laugh. “What did she do to earn that title?”

Her deep voice made your soul happy. Little did you know that your little giggle made her soul happy. It was a sound she didn’t get to hear often, especially with the recent spike in Oyo attacks on villages. 

“She constantly undermines us,” Igozie continued to complain. “Today she placed gunpowder in the solider’s heads. They exploded the moment we sliced through them.” 

You chuckled as your thumbs circled under her shoulder blades, her back rippling, reacting to your touch. You gazed upon her armbands, the material straining to hold her muscled arms. The oil continuing to leave a honey-like glaze on her skin.

“She sounds a lot like you,” you giggled in endearment, leaning down to kiss her right shoulder. 

“Like me,” she screeched. 

“Yes,” you giggled more. “Look at it this way, my love.”

She went silent and you could visualize her eyebrow rising as her gaze became judgmental. You could picture her crossing her arms and staring down at you, effectively intimidating you. 

“Well, I’m listening,” she mocked, eyes straining to see a glimpse of you. 

“Remember when you were a trainee? How many times did the Meganon take your sword? How many times did you question her?”

Izogie was silent, knowing the answer. 

“You’re supposed to be on my side,” she huffed. “Why are you against me in this.”

You rolled your eyes and continued to dig the heel of your palm into the nape of her neck. Her skin was silky from the constant oils and moisture placed on her skin but littered with bumps and ridges from the scars she wore with pride. A symbol of her dedication and love for her people. 

“Be on my side,” she whined, the whiskey she drank earlier showing its effects. 

“Remember the saying what goes around comes around, I believe that’s how the Europeans say it,” you started. “Well, I suppose this is payback for giving Meganon such a hard ti-”

Your sentence ended with a high-pitched squeal as Izogie flipped over, you now straddled her waist, facing her. Her hands naturally found your waist and you shivered as she ran the sharp of her nails up and down the sides of your torso. 

“Do you remember what I say,” she questioned as she sat up, crossing her legs under you

Her chest rose and fell against yours while her eyes were dead set on you. A look of strictness and love mixed in her irises as her hands moved to squeeze your waist.  You held your breath as she leaned into your left ear.

“Always obey Izogie,” she whispered, hands coming up to caress your upper back before kissing your neck. “Hmm. And I believe I said take my side.”

“I always obey,” you whispered, barely audible, your thighs now clenching around her waist.

Your heads now rested on each other's shoulders. Your breath was calming and tranquil, something unusual for Izogie, it felt foreign to her. To feel such peace. She had become so used to the heavy breathing of running and fighting that now, just sitting and breathing slowly, was something that felt strange. 

“I love you,” you whispered. “I always fear for you when you leave the palace walls. When you leave Dahomey for Ouidah. It is hard to sleep, knowing that your love might not return to you.”

Izogie didn’t respond, choosing to nuzzle deeper into your neck, placing wet kisses everywhere she could. 

“I know what you do is good,” you continued, rubbing her back. “But, I hear stories about the infantrymen’s wives. I see how they grieve when their husbands die.”

She continued to stay silent, basking in the feel of your skin on hers. However, you could sense her breathing get shaky as her grip on you tightened. 

“Listen to me,” she began, lifting her head from your neck and bringing her hands to cage your face sweetly. “Look at me. I can’t promise that I’ll come back.”

Your heart began beating faster, her eyes still had a strictness in them now mixed with compassion and love. Your hands found her wrists and wrapped around them softly. 

“What I can promise is that when I’m fighting, I fight for you. For your safety, to come back to you.”

Her hands stayed where they were, thumbs now rubbing your cheeks. Her eyes searched for understanding in yours, eyebrows furrowing in a desire to see her lover be on the same page as her. 

“I love you,” she stated strongly, ”And I love the Agojie. I love being able to protect you from everything that wishes to harm you. I love being able to come home, knowing that I did everything in my power to keep you safe. I just want to keep you safe.”

You glanced up at her through your eyelashes. You gazed at her eyes as you saw the emotion that swirled in them. Bringing your hand to grab her left wrist, you put her palm to your lips, planting a small kiss on her hand. 

“I know, my love,” you agreed. “I just want you to be happy, and cared for. I know the trainees are a lot but please come to me before it gets to be too much instead of at your breaking point.”

“It’s not the trainees, my treasure. It's the Oyo, it's the Europeans, it's everyone. Everyone wishes for Dohomey’s end,” Izogie let out, forehead falling back on your shoulder.

You brought your hand to her hair, scratching and massaging her scalp. She groaned into your shoulder at the satisfaction she felt at your nails. Her thumbs on your upper back rubbed against your shoulder blades. 

“I just wish everything would stop for us,” she continued, her eyes drooping down.

“Come with me, precious,” you smiled softly. “Lay here with me.”

You laid down first and opened your arms for her. As Izogie lowered herself down, you got a peak at her muscles once more, working to support her. They rippled, tensed, and relaxed when she placed her head on your shoulder, snuggling into you. 

“Everything is stopping for us now,” you whispered. “Just sleep and rest, my love.”

|*|

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

[scribblecake]

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.”

~***~

[mybonafidefeelings]

Izogie Masterlist

📹: Percival Salvador

Izogie has been wifey forreal since The Woman King came out. So I decided to make a list of all the Izogie fics I've found/read on this site. Will update as I come across. Be sure to check out all the amazing authors and follow them!

Updated: 03/16/26

@zeezeecave (aka The Izogie Queen)

The Siren's Song

Eloko

The Ballerina of 22nd Street

Whatever Lola Wants

Aziza

La Bénédiction

Keep It Up (18+)

Lemonade Stand

Best Friend’s Sister

The Flower We're Growing Together

Professor Izogie Headcanons | Part 2

To Love is to Be Human

Our Fates Lie Between Lives SERIES

Part 1-COMPLETE

Part 2: Ch.1, Ch.2, Ch.3

3rd Times The Charm (18+)

Part 1

Part 2

@gr00vyminibus

No regular princess (18+)

Monster in the closet

Offering assistance (18+)

A wish

Short Drabble (18+)

Woman’s Heart

Nerd!Izogie x Reader Drabble (18+)

The Elysian Fields (18+)

Orange and Red

@mybonafidefeelings / @just4shyt3z

Love Makes You Weak Part 1 Part 2

Pressure

Wild Side (18+)

@mickimomo

Acacia Series

Part 1: An Acacia Blossom on a Branch of Thorns

Part 2: Acacia Blossom

Part 3: Acacia' Thorn

Part 4: Bloom

@droopycoquette

Leave Your Mark

Don't Hate the Player

Rest, My Love

@gonesgone

so close, yet so far, part one.

bridging the gap, part two

heart to heart, part three.

@mxyx-rx444

Let the Good Times Roll

Pt. 1

Pt. 2

Pt. 3

@stadiumbleachers

match and spark

Attitude Adjustment

Fire & Desire

@scribblecake

Spiced Wine

Gentle Lights

Chap 1.

Chap 2.

Chap 3.

@zymruk

Izogie / reader one-shot

Izogie x reader fluff

@blacksapphhicmaddonna

half truths pt. 1

@naomis-daydream

ex-factor

@theeblackmedusa

looking for love

@s0lam33y

Jealous

Stuck With You

@etherealiss

Midnight Whiskey Confessions.

@justariellove

Always With Me

@noneofyabuisnezs

Entertainment

@ssaluv-a-lot

Yearning

Bothersome

@xenaizogie

A Day in the Life

Insatiable Desire

Part 1.

Part 2.

@blkbinz

Damned Lover

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

If anyone wants to be removed please let me know!