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harknessxo · 2 years ago

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➻Lesson

Paring; General Okoye x reader

Summary: Okoye thinks you're a spoiled brat and deserve a lesson.

Warnings: Smut, cursing, degradation.

Word Count: 1.2k

A/n: This Fanfic is based on Princess Problems by @inmyheadimobsessed I wrote this with their consent of course but go give them some love!

You were in the lab working on new spears for the Dora Milaje with your sister, Shuri. You were finishing up to show the Elders. Shuri had told you that it wasn’t such a good idea because Okoye would be against it, but you were willing to try and maybe even get a reaction out of Okoye.

“I going to head to the throne room now Shuri,”

“Alright, good luck. You’re going to need it.”

You chuckled before heading out of the lab. You walked down the halls of the palace looking at every detail, even though you had seen it millions of times, you never got tired. Once before the big double doors, the guards opened them to let you in. Inside the throne room, there were all the Elders, the Queen, and Okoye. You smiled and bowed before explaining why you summoned everyone to the throne room.

“I’ve summoned you all here to present to you a project I have been working on,” you explained.

“Go on my dear,” your mother, the queen, said.

“I've made a new spear for the Dora Milaje,” you pulled out the spear for illustration, “These are much more effective than the old ones, easier to carry around and-”

“With all due respect the traditional spear will not change under my watch,” Okoye stated sternly.

“Oh come on Okoye it could be good for a change. Not everything has to be old like you,” you said, giving her a snarky smile.

“Listen here you spoiled little-”

“Have some respect, you two,” the queen cut in.

“But-”

“No buts. Take it outside.”

You sighed in defeat but obeyed your mother and walked out of the room, Okoye following behind. Once outside, Okoye started to walk away from you but you weren’t done just yet so you followed her. She heard your steps getting closer and in a swift motion, she had you pinned against a wall.

“I am getting tired of your little games. The only reason I’ve been holding back this long is because that’s my job. You're my job and that’s all you’ll ever be. You’re just a spoiled little brat that needs to be taught a lesson,” she finished, her face fuming.

Her words hurt you but you weren’t going to let her see that, so instead, you came up with one of your famous snarky comments.

“Teach me then,” you looked at her with a daring look. Before you knew it, she pulled you into a hard kiss. It was all tongue and teeth. You could almost feel the strength of her wrath through the kiss. While the kiss was rough, her lips were as soft as a flower petal. When she finally let go of you, she whispered two words in your ear, “Room. Now.”

You quickly started to head towards your chambers. Once inside, Okoye pushed against the door and started to kiss you again even rougher this time. Her aggressive action makes you release a moan into her lips.

“I can’t wait to put you in your place and have you chanting my name like a prayer. Now strip and lay on the bed, understood?”

“Yes, general.”

“Good,” she whispered lowly.

You started to take off your clothes as she stared at your every move, taking her gear off as well. As soon as you had laid on the bed, she laid down on top of you and started to caress your entire body. You started to get desperate but you didn’t want her to win just yet so you tried to keep up your act of the spoiled little brat.

“Are you going to do anything or have you gotten rusty over the years?” you said with a smug look on your face. Without warning, she stuffed her fingers inside your drenched pussy. You gasped out of surprise and pleasure.

“Not so bratty now, are we?” she said, keeping her rough pace. You tried to hide your face in her neck but she didn’t let you.

“No, look at me. I want to see you come undone under me.”

Your hand grabbed onto her arm as you felt your climax getting closer. And in that moment you finally broke.

“Please, General! Faster!”

“There’s the needy girl I knew you were,” she cooed.

“I-”

“Shhh I’ll give you what you want but if I continue I won’t stop.”

“Yes! Yes! Please don’t stop!”

She placed her hand on your throat before speeding up her thrusts. Her hand squeezing your throat made you feel lightheaded and the pleasure you felt made you feel ecstasy. You didn’t want her to stop any time soon.

“Does that feel good, princess?”

“So good!” you gasped out.

“Do you wanna cum, hm?”

“Yes, please! Please let me cum!”

“Apologies for being a brat then.”

“I’m sorry for being such a brat. I’m sorry, please!” she whined in desperation.

“Go on. Cum for me,” that’s all you needed to come undone. Your vision went white and when you came back down from your high, Okoye didn’t stop. You tried to get away from the overstimulation but she pinned you down.

“I told you that if I continued I wouldn’t stop. Now you’re going to take whatever I give you.”

You whimpered in response but nodded for her to keep going. This time her tongue joined as well. It was all too much but you wanted more. You tried to push her head deeper but she grabbed your hands with her free hand and pinned them to your chest.

“Ah ah, you don’t get to touch,” she said against your pussy, her voice sending vibrations to your core. You felt yourself coming closer to the edge once again. Your legs started to tremble around her head. This made her chuckle.

“Does the needy little slut want to cum again? Hm?” you tried to reply but you didn’t trust your voice to say anything, instead, you nodded in response.

“Go on then. Cum.”

Your back arched as your whole body started to tremble. You started to say her name over and over again like a prayer, just like she said you would.

“That’s right, scream my name y/n. Let everyone hear you.”

“Okoye!”

She brought her face to yours and pulled you into a passionate kiss while her fingers kept thrusting to let you ride your high. You started to feel overwhelmed but she didn’t stop again.

“‘S too much Okoye please I can’t take it.”

“Shhhh just one more and I promise I’ll stop. You can take it, I know you can.”

Your hands clawed at her back as you came undone once more. This time feel way too overwhelmed and began to sob. You squirmed against her and she finally pulled her hand away.

“Shh, it’s okay. You did so well.” She wiped your tears away before kissing your forehead and pulling you closer to her body.

“I really am sorry for how I acted,” you whispered into her chest.

“It’s okay my love, if you hadn’t acted like that, this wouldn’t have happened,” you chuckled before snuggling impossibly closer to her and falling into a deep slumber.

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bestfriend491 · 2 years ago

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Hateful Love

Okoye x Female Reader

Summary: You and Okoye have a different appraoch to love. One that tends to look like hate when being challenged. Few people see the layers under that. Only the two of you personally know how deep the love runs

Word count: 5.9k

Authors Note: Guess who's back? 🤭

Slightly Angsty, with fluff ending

Warnings: Minor Injury

Subtle Love is an unknown realm full of possibilities. A kind of love that is never talked about. Repeatedly misunderstood and misinterpreted as a lack of love. Though it's often the strongest internal builder of most healthy relationships.

The average life consists of many forms of love. Puppy Love, Toxic Love, Struggle Love and so on. They all come with their own benefits and detriments. Usually sub- sections of the average love story.

They all build up to become society’s standard of what love should be.

Good Love.

The type of love that comes with romantic grand gestures and constant compatibility. The type of love that comes with no problems.

But Good Love isn’t real. No relationship comes without problems. And in that same breath, not all problems can be fixed with grand actions.

It’s the subtle things that matter. The soft kisses of reassurance.. The consistency in trust and honesty. The open nature of the communication with the person, or people in which one has chosen to love.

Subtle Love is filled with subtle things. Ones that only showed their purpose in the later stages, when families have been established, and the foundation to it all has been put down thoroughly enough to securely be able to deal with troubling situations as one unit.

It’s the type of love that Redeh didn’t grow up with.

Her parents, like most, strived to achieve the graceful look of Good Love. With great effort, they tried to make sure that everyone thought that they loved each other. More effort being put into the public persona than in the physical relationship itself.

It took a toll on them both after years of pretending, resulting in a nasty divorce that lacked reasoning but was filled with resentment.

By her tenth year of existence, Redeh routinely witnessed the two fighting about anything that their senseless heads could think of. It was a situation that no child should have had to be a part of. A type of love that a kid should never have been exposed to in the first place.

Before the concept of being alive ever came to be fully grasped, Redeh was a mediator. The devil’s advocate that came between her parents. Never getting an explanation as to how it all fell apart. Only seeing joy followed by immediate sorrow.

It was an unending, thankless job that haunted her childhood and often affected her in her newfound adulthood. It was the one thing that Redeh feared most. Losing the spark that lit under a relationship as soon as an inconvenient problem arose. Even when she wasn’t with a single person, she feared that one thing.

Good Love.

Many people were the same. Witnessing the early signs of Good Love in childhood, never learning how to communicate meaningfully. They learned that the synchronisation that came with being in love only stayed existent as long as problems remained non-existent. And when those problems refused to continue hiding themselves, the relationship turned permanently sour.

There were thick lines that labelled what healthy relationships consisted of. Ones that Redeh took most of her adolescence learning for her own sake. She tried to memorise all the ways that relationships could work. Every scenario where the lines would possibly be crossed and blurred and how to see other healthy relationships in a positive way.

She often struggled. The trauma that being raised by unloving parents always warping her ability to ever believe that Subtle Love could ever exist.

The only rolemodels that she had were the movies that she watched. The ones that showed the natural, and sometimes ethically questionable love stories where all the hardships came before the couples would even get together. It taught her that that was the only way to get Good Love. Having all the problems appear at the beginning of it all.

These movies became her solace. Her safe haven. Her expectation for how she would find her love in the coming years.

They were also her downfall. The sole reason for her struggle in grasping how love truly worked now that she was no longer in the presence of her parents on a daily basis.

They were an unrealistic expectation wrapped with a fake ribbon.

For Good Love did not equate to Concrete Love. Revealing itself to be only another sub-section in the perfect love story.

Subtle Love was what she craved, but because she had yet to discover that that was an option, she knew of only one love that came with conflict before the final storm.

Hateful Love.

Redeh stood in her all but tall form. Staring at the mirror that captured her in her new uniform. Her Dora Milaje uniform. The uniform that was of the utmost importance to her as she wore it.

After a decade of not having a clue where life would take her, and another one where all she could think of for her future was the life she’d live as a Dora. She was finally going on her first non-group mission with only her and her successors.

The news having come only days before; she’d crossed her fingers and hoped that she’d be the one chosen. When her name was called, excitement washed over her and she became fully ready to observe the two best Doras in action. She was even ready to offer help wherever she could, no matter how nerve wracking it became.

Though nervous, due to not having her fellow new Doras there to help cover her mistakes if needed, she knew that she was right where she needed to be. So she walked. Out of her home and straight to the official Wakandan Hangar by the palace, where unsurprisingly she was the second person there.

Second to General Okoye.

“Redeh.” the General spoke, offering her greetings as she looked down at her beads, analysing something on its screen.

“General Okoye.�� she returned, failing to hide her excitement.

Okoye cracked a smile as she saw her, remembering the first time that she was hand picked from her group to join the more experienced Doras in combat.

She briefly told the girl what would be expected of her for the day. A threat in some unoccupied land between Wakanda and a neighbouring nation, being the main issue. The queen had offered to investigate in representation of both nations, with a small group of Wakanda's fighters.

“We’re not fully sure what we're getting ourselves into so make sure that you stay fully aware of your surroundings out there. We won't be able to make sure that you're safe the entire time.”

“Of course. General.” she quickly said, the realisation of how real the situation was having fully set in for her.

The General nodded, content with her answer. They continued briefly going through everything, up until Ayo showed up, just as serious as Okoye, and ready for what was coming.

Seeing her 2 biggest inspirations looking at her with full faith and trust put a drive in her that nothing else could. They knew that she had something in her. Surprising Redeh everytime they looked at her. No one else ever had that look. Not even her own self.

Looking around and walking towards a quinjet like she was ready to go, Okoye was stopped by Ayo, who looked utterly perturbed.

“General wait! Where’s Y/n?” she asked her.

Redeh stood between the two, having never been aware of you coming with them. Apparently the other two had left that out of her briefing.

Her heart raced now. You, being one of Wakanda’s best armourers, almost never physically went on missions with the Dora, only supplying them with their best weapons.

All occasions where you were physically there were well-known missions where you and the General, an extremely powerful couple, worked together to beat the worst of people. What you two had, it was the true definition of Good Love. something she aspired to achieve.

She watched the other two Adored Ones look at each other, Okoye struggling to make a definite statement about where you were, though she must have been with you earlier.

Then she started, "She's actually not- "

“-I'm here!" your voice came from a distance, as you happily made your way to them.

Redeh smiled as you crossed your arms in salute to her before happily looking at the others.

She looked at the General’s face, hoping to see the look of utter bliss that often consumed the faces of the people who were with the ones that they loved in real life. Or at least, in the movies...

To her dismay, there was none of that. Instead came a harsh, “You're late.” from Okoye. One of almost disbelief.

You quickly dismissed her.

“Oh what will the world do now? Y/n was five minutes late.” You said calmly, gaining an intense eye roll from Okoye.

The other three went on into the quinjet, leaving Redeh a bit thrown aback. That had never been in the movies. It was always a peaceful, almost surreal reunification. Not one filled with mixed emotions. And although she knew that her mission wasn’t to analyse this new rule to love, she was enthralled by it. It was so much like her parents, but also not at all like it too. It was a moment that she wanted context for, because there had to have been a before.

By the calling of her name, she realised that she had gotten distracted, and everyone else had gone into one of the jets, and were patiently waiting for her to do the same.

With the jet's engine's still off for the meantime, the 4 sat on one side of its double seated benches, looking at the briefing that had been sent to all of them via Okoye.

The tense moment picking up where it left off, you spoke about what you’d brought with you to assist in the missions.

“I don't get how this decision was made. Taking you on a mission.” Okoye whispered, barely letting it out of her lips. It was your turn to roll your eyes, though it was more of a half-roll.

“You said it yourself. We don’t know what we might encounter. Queen Ramonda thought it would be better to bring me if it’s more than we think it is. Now can you just read the briefing?”

Mouth hanging open, Redeh tried to keep her eyes on her screen, too confused to even attempt mediation.

‘Something’s wrong.’ she thought, knowing how kind you both were to others. She reminded herself of all the good memories she had with you both. The two of you were far from toxic. But thinking of it, the two of you, although having a very public relationship, never talked about the true ins and outs of it.

It was easy to forget that you were together if she didn’t constantly remind herself of the fact. Or maybe you just weren’t.

Either way, there was tension. And it was especially evident when you made your next suggestion.

“I’ll be in one of my aircrafts, watching out from above. If I see anything I’ll go down to help.” you said. A completely reasonable suggestion.

"That sounds good." Redeh said, trying to show that she was actively participating. Still, she looked around for Ayo’s approval, just to make sure that she wasn’t completely off the mark.

Ayo gave her a slight nod, not fully dedicated to the idea. Redeh raised her brows, unsure as to how this was a bad idea. That was until she saw Okoye’s face.

"No." the General said bluntly.

You were the only one shocked by this. "No? What do you mean no?"

"You're not gonna be up there by yourself."

This was a fight. Redeh knew it, and despite her better judgement telling her not to, she couldn’t stop from at least asking.

"Are the two of you okay?" This did not defuse the situation at all, but Redeh could tell that she wasn’t fully aware of everything going on.

"It’s my machine! You should feel honoured that I'm willing to use it."

"I feel sick, actually."

The sound of a gasp was all that came from the otherwise silent space. Redeh covered her mouth when she realised that she was the owner of said gasp.

Ayo stood up, making her way to the front of the jet, where she prepared to start flying. In total embarrassment, the young adult that still had her hand over her mouth followed her, sitting in a co-pilot spot, even though she knew that she wasn’t going to be helping in the flight department , her skills in the sky being her only struggle in training.

She turned to look behind her large chair, catching a glimpse of the couple she’d left still sitting together.

Something was said, or at least she thought it was, because Okoye swatted your hand away when you tried to hold her hand. You looked beyond hurt at that.

The overwhelming resemblance of her parents made her turn away, directing her gaze to the pilot now. This couldn’t be the love that she constantly heard that the two had. Where were those grand gestures she knew of?

"Are they still together?" she asked, being sure that the two of you could very well have broken up. That would explain a lot.

"Yes." Ayo said bluntly, confusion laced in her eyebrows.

"Are they always like this or is there some big fight that I'm not aware of?" Redeh went on to ask.

"They're usually like this."

That answer was baffling to her.

"But they don't hate each other."

"Bast, no. They love each other.”

Redeh, crossed her arms, reluctant to believe those words. She was no expert but that kind of love was far from familiar to her. Not in a good context anyway. That was the ‘love’ of exes if she knew anything about it. It was Hateful Love.

Ayo noticed the young woman struggling to understand what was truly going on, and not wanting to scare her off, didn’t tell the full truth about the small change in demeanour that you and Okoye had only moments before.

“Look. Different people show their love publicly in different ways. They’re not like that when they’re alone. Trust me. The love that they like to keep more secret is less tense.”

Turning again, she saw you closer to Okoye, reading from her screen.

“Be quiet. Your breathing is distracting me.” the General said to you.

“Oh, okay, yeah, I’ll just stop breathing.”

“Thank you, that’ll be very helpful.”

For a split second they looked at Redeh and she quickly turned back for the last time.

"If you say so." she said to Ayo.

In the 2 hours that passed coming through to the height of the mission, Redeh couldn't help but be doubtful of the validity of your relationship. Even though she knew that it was none of her concern.

From the beginning there was constant bickering between the two of you.

You were able to get your way in regards to your aircraft. Something that even hours later, Okoye was seemingly upset about.

While you were in the sky, Okoye constantly said things through her earpiece that made it clear where she stood on the issue.

When you realised that the issue that was taking place on the land was a rebellion group that was causing complete destruction, you activated the weaponry that you’d given the other 3 to help them defend themselves beyond their spears. Another thing that Okoye wasn’t too fond of.

Though they helped, you felt like there was no other choice than to go down there yourself. You had more experience with more helpful weapons and you thought you could help more on the ground now that you knew what you were working with.

“I'm coming down!” you said, already lowering the aircraft while you unbuckled and prepared to jump down when you were close enough.

“No!” Okoye yelled instantaneously.

“I have to!”

“Y/n! Now is not the time to be trying to prove something. Stay on the plane!” Okoye yelled, as she struggled to take down the clutter of rebels on the left. Redeh and Ayo stayed silent fighting for their lives on opposite sides.

Not even a minute later, your jet was nearly on the ground and you were practically flying out of it.

Surprisingly, you landed on your feet. The noise of it bringing the attention to you.

Half a dozen rebels ran towards you, ready to attack.

Just like before, you didn’t hesitate to get to work. You tried to go for them all at once ,your impressive weapon skills prompting more to want to approach you, their interest being in the ultra-powerful hydrogen blaster that worked effortlessly with the use of vibranium.

It all went downhill as 2 more dozen rebels approached you, and you were being surrounded.

"You've got to be kidding me." Okoye said, running headfirst into the madness with Ayo and Redeh close behind..

The battle was a blur for the latter. The only thing resonating with her being the glares that Okoye shot at you whenever she got a split second to.

At some point the rebels had stopped gathering around you, as they all laid on the ground, severely injured.

Your job was soon done, with minimal casualties.

When Ayo went up to Redeh, and told her “well done.” She couldn't even remember what she had contributed to the event, only remembering a few significant fights with a handful of rebels.

Regardless of memory, she was glad that she's done well in Ayo’s eyes. Her first day was more than a success

Walking back to the quinjet, her mind still worked, feeling unfulfilled in her analysis of you and Okoye. She’d easily gone to protect you when you were surrounded, though you’d constantly done things that seemingly annoyed her the entire day. And when she was done, the tension rang just as strong as at the beginning of the day.

“I think it’s broken.” your voice rang in her head, causing her to turn her head to look at you and Okoye walking a few steps behind them.

“Of course it is.” Okoye responded.

She turned back again, looking at Ayo with a face that was still concerned.

All Ayo did was smile. Smile like she knew something that nobody else did.

And she did. She knew that the entire day's events were all symbols of love. Subtle Love.

Subtle love is a form of love that is never talked about. The feelings that surround it often fully authentic. Not artificially created for the approval of others.

Just like a lot of hate, it often lives unconfronted. Whether known or not, it stays under the wraps, softly undisturbed.

It’s the kind of love that is open to all. Fully welcoming and accommodating. The kind that holds a safe space where full transparency and vulnerability can be openly expressed without the fear of judgement.

It’s the major things expressed in small ways. The “love” proclamations. The physical and emotional holding of one’s partner. The tears of confession. The late night conversations. All happening in a single moment that only those present get to and want to share.

It is the kind of love that outsiders often can never decipher, but it is one of the closest forms of Concrete Love.

It’s not the kind of love that Okoye or you grew up in. The paths leading up to your relationship having many different examples of love and the dynamics that came with it. There was good and bad with all of them, as they showed you what you wanted and needed and also what you wanted to be kept far away from you.

Subtle love only came into the picture when the two of you collided, When the two of you realised that the only people you wanted were each other and when you realised that that meant dealing with every hurdle that you faced individually, together.

It came into the picture when you realised that Okoye had many things to say to you about how she felt, but struggled to get it out in the presence of others or with great gifts that were

-other than materialy- quite useless .

It came into the picture when Okoye realised that around others you were open and friendly but often put their feelings above your own and you needed help stopping yourself before it went too far.

It helped the two of you navigate through the first 2 years of being together and after the two of you became a known couple, it only became needed more.

The fun part about it was that there was no pressure to constantly implement it, but the comfort of having it made your relationship feel much more in sync.

Almost completely unspoken words were quickly decoded when you were in public, and both of you slowly stopped hesitating to ask for help or space, knowing that with that you could fully let go of the expectations that people brought with them for your relationship because of the love you had.

It made it easy to have completely different conversations behind closed doors, while also quietly continuing those words as the day went on without people being easily able to know exactly what was being said and what was meant.

This love carried weight in its natural existence, but it also made every moment meaningful.

Meaningful enough to be able to bicker in public without heavy words accidently being thrown out where all eyes could see.

It was the perfect grounds to safe communication, and to getting the best out of a relationship.

Subtle Love often got mistaken for Hateful Love. But it was always quite the contrary.

Hours before the mission.

Heavy weighted material closed off the access to cool air to your body as you awoke from soft noise.

You felt instant warmth from this material, like the atmosphere was giving you a soft hug. Attempting to lull you back to sleep.

Feeling hands gently placing themselves around you, you opened your eyes.

Irises of warm brown stared back at you, more aware that you were awake than aware that you were staring back at them. They brought a welcoming hello with them. A silent serenade.

They were owned by the same body that possessed the arms that wrapped around you.

Okoye.

“Morning, my love.” came the words from the lips that you’d unconsciously been staring at.

No words came out of yours. Your mind still fully absorbing her presence, and the gift that it was.

She’d placed a previously fallen blanket on you; you’d come to realise. Tucking you in before she left to tend to her General duties.

You gently lifted your arms out of the tight hold that she’s put them in.

Feeling warm enough knowing that she was there with you, you proceeded to move the rest of your body out of the blanket's grip, eventually lifting your body up to sit.

Stable in your position, you pulled her towards you. Your eyes and hers met and locked, refusing to let go of each other. All you could do was smile, the peace that you felt bringing joy with it every time.

Aeons passed before another word was spoken.

“You have to go?” you asked, though you knew the answer already.

“Mhm,” Okoye responded, bringing you into an embrace now that you were fully aware of what was happening.

“You smell good.”

She laughed, turning to kiss your forehead, before looking at you directly again.

“I’ll be gone for a while. You should sleep in. You looked really tired yesterday.” she said.

You gazed at her in question. “I should sleep in?”

She nodded, clearly oblivious to the information that both you knew and her clearly knew too.

“Okoye…” you started, making sure that she didn’t try to avoid your gaze at you. She looked at you, guilt written all over her face.

“Yes.”

“Are you trying to make me late?”

“Ini (What?)!” she lied through her lips but the rest of her face gave her away.

“Ujaxoka (You’re lying.)" you said through a grin, more of a funny statement than an accusation.

She performed her best fake gasp, “Njani ( How?)”

You laughed, in complete disbelief that her act was still continuing. She joined in, knowing that she’d been caught but happy to entertain you.

“I already got the call from Queen Ramonda, Okoye.” you said, shifting over to allow her room to lay with you in bed.

She opted to lay on your legs, her face looking directly up at you while you played with her hands.

A heavy sigh left her system and the mini suns that you knew as her eyes grew darker than usual.

“Why don’t you want me to go?” you asked. Now avoiding direct eye contact because that would make it harder for her to want to tell you.

“I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“My entire job consists of working with weapons. I’m always in danger of getting hurt.” you tried to reason.

“I know,” she sighed, lacing your hand into hers properly before kissing it, “But it’s different when you’re just making weapons by yourself. I don’t want you fighting and getting hurt.”

Then she added, “You get reckless sometimes.”

“I’ll be safer this time.”

“You won’t”

“I will!”

“You won’t, Y/n. You say you will every time but when we get there you’ll lose yourself in the battle and forget that you ever said that.”

You stayed quiet, knowing that she was right. You did have a bad track record of putting yourself in situations that were dangerous despite promising not to.

Still in your train of thought, Okoye began to get up.

“I’ll tell everyone that you’re sick and then you'll be able to sleep in.”

She looked at you with pleading eyes. Your lack of response leaving a big question in the room.

She couldn’t wait for an answer, but gave you a kiss on the lips, promising not to be too upset if you chose to go after her.

“Okay,” you said into the open, unaware that she had heard you.

Waiting a while before getting ready, you debated whether you should've texted her saying that you were coming, but eventually settled on just showing up and dealing with the consequences later.

When you arrived with a smile wrapped around your face, you saw her grow tense.

“You’re late.” she said bluntly. Not wanting to confront the matter in front of Ayo, and especially not in front of the new Dora that was to accompany the three of you.

You went for a childish dig, claiming that five minutes wasn’t much in any case.

Though she looked mad, you still saw the hurt that shone through her eyes. Not tears, but a defeated lowering of her gaze telling you all that you needed to know.

Her words came off more harsh than your usual banter did, and you knew that a line was crossed.

“I’m sorry.” you mouthed to her, pleading for her to accept it or at least take it in. You really were, but you also wanted to keep her safe. And with the direct request of attendance coming from the queen herself, it was only right for you to show up and do your job.

Okoye knew this. She wasn’t new to what your job entailed, but she sure wished you could be kept away from all the possible danger. She gave you a side nod, acknowledging your words but showing that she was still a bit unsettled and maybe even upset by the dishonesty.

As you went onto the jet, and the young woman that was to join you stayed staring into the open, you figured she was going through her own thing.

Next came the whisper. “I don't get how this decision was made. Taking you on a mission.” she breathed out.

She was in panic mode and there was nothing you could do to stop it. It was directed towards herself more than at you but you felt the need to try to reassure her that everything was going to be okay.

“Sthandwa sam.” you whispered more effectively than she had.

“You said it yourself. We don’t know what we might encounter. Queen Ramonda thought it would be better to bring me if it’s more than we think it is. Now can you just read the briefing?” The last part was your plea to her. One that would hopefully get you somewhere in the long day. Or at least off the ground.

She continued at your request, a worried expression escaping her every time she saw your name written with an instruction to do anything at all.

Seeing this worry, you knew it was a bad idea to suggest flying alone.

“No.” she said.

“What do you mean no?” you knew exactly what she meant. You’d made a promise, and breaking that a couple hours after its creation wouldn’t make her feel like she could trust you with things like that.

When Redeh asked if the two of you were okay, you admittedly let your tongue slip.

"It’s my machine! You should feel honoured that I'm willing to use it."

"I feel sick, actually."

A gasp was let out and the two dora that sat next to you left for the front of the jet, leaving you to talk.

“Okoye, I-” you started.

You went for her hand, and she was quick to swat it away, a reflex. Immediately she linked legs with you -a way for her to show that she wanted you to stay close. and tried to get herself to calm down.

“I’m sorry. I’m just worried.”

“I know. I’m sorry for lying about not coming.”

“I‘ll be safe, I promise.” you finished.

“And I’ll be there when you change your mind.” you both laughed at this, knowing that that was the more realistic plan.

The rest of the trip to your destination was just filled with banter.

“Be quiet. Your breathing is distracting me.” she said, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Oh, okay, yeah, I’ll just stop breathing.”

“Thank you, that’ll be very helpful.”

Your gaze went back to Redeh’s seat where she watched the encounter in dismay.

Locking eyes with Okoye, you both couldn’t help but start chuckling at the clear misunderstanding.

“She’s gonna think we hate each other.” Okoye said, finally taking your hand now that things were back to normal.

“Most people already think that. I’m sure a lot of them think we called it quits a while ago.”

She agreed, realising that besides Ayo, most people refrained from mentioning you to Okoye or her to you. Assuming that the two of you were no longer an item.

You never confronted them on their assumptions, enjoying the fewer questions that came in about your relationship.

When you saw the rebels approaching from all ends of the land, you had to think quickly.

Your banter with Okoye stopped and you became serious, noting that you didn’t have many options to choose from. If you shot from above they’d target your plane and wreck it, putting you at risk of crashing.

You had to help from the ground, much to Okoye’s displeasure.

“I’m gonna jump down there!” you said through your earpiece

“What! No!” your love spoke almost the second you finished saying it.

“I have to!”

“No, you don’t!”

“Okay fine. I want to do it.“

“Y/n stay in the-” before she could finish, you were on the ground and attracting the rebels attention.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” you heard as you became trapped in a circle of rebels ready to fight you.

In true Y/n fashion, you charged for them all, the cause and effect being a sharp fall and a nearly irreversible demise.

Okoye was by your side alongside the others, and although the “I told you not to jump.” was on the tip of her tongue, she refrained. Her instinctive need to protect you coming before her need to be right.

When it was all over, you made your way to her.

Slowly, you walked to the jet with her nudging; her shoulder with your own once you caught up to her.

"See. Told you I would be safe."

"I can see you limping." she looked down at your left foot, where she could clearly see you trying not to put weight on it.

You relented, getting rid of your act and limping more consistently. The pain was excruciating.

“I think it’s broken.”

Okoye stopped dead in her tracks. "Of course it is."

Inspecting your face for any indication that you were overreacting. When she couldn't find any, she was quick to lift you up bridal style, not wanting any pressure being placed on the offending ankle.

You watched her walking with you, smiling up at her.

“You look rather pleased with yourself.”

"I am." you continued to smile.

When Redeh looked back to see you being carried by Okoye, with a bright smile on your face, she felt a sigh of relief. Not at your injury, but at how content the both of you looked in your moment of chaos.

You weren’t like her parents after all. Or like any couple she’s ever seen. After seeing you at your worst (though she knew far worse had most-likely happened before), she’d expected one of you to stop trying, or stay angry forever. She didn’t expect to see organised disruption.

Even as you flew back to the city, and Okoye determined that you had indeed broken a part of your ankle. It was calm. There was synchronisation even when there were problems.

You threw in your jokes here and there, “Who could have predicted that?” Okoye rolling her eyes at you.

It was reassuring, seeing how subtle the obvious love could be. How well it worked for the two of you. How almost therapeutic it was.

Her ideas of love always came in pictures of no complication at all, but seeing the smiles plastered on your faces made her feel just as excited as any grand gesture she’d ever seen would have..

Looking at Ayo she smiled for the first real time that entire day. “They’re good for each other.”

Her successor looked at her fondly. “They are.”

And on the other side of the Quinjet, where you laid with your foot supported upright for the trip back, you gazed up at your favourite 2 things again.

Your suns. Warm and full of life. Staring down at you. They made your pain go away -even if only theoretically-.

They told you everything you needed to know about their owner. They exposed every soft spot that she had for you. They were your symbol of subtlety.

“I love you.” you said to the woman who held you.

“I love you more.” she planted a peck on your forehead, before laying her head against the back of her seat, closing those eyes for a while.

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sharonrb · 2 years ago

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General Okoye Appreciation

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nzia-writes · 2 years ago

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•{ Our Ends Meet}•

RATED SLUTTY! 18+

Sums: The chieftain of a wakandan village receives a visitor who bears unsettling news. Takes place a day before the Infinity War

Interact please and thank you.

(Pls excuse the spaces below. I’m not sure why it automatically formats that way!)

Okoye

(I am obsessed)

Children are the temples of our Mother Earth. A logic that isn’t vastly accepted, but it is a logic you nurture and follow as tradition. Like Baba Abdu said the moment a child would exit the womb: “The youth are of rich blood, praise them as such.”

“Keep your body straight. Eyes on the middle of the target.” You straighten little Eshile’s posture and readjust the bow and arrow tangled between his small fingers. His comrades shoot their arrows with not much struggle to his right and his left. He is discouraged, nervous even, for his lack of coordination.

“Whatever time is best.” You provide him the space to meditate on his decisions. His arrow trembles and beads of sweat roll down his head as the sweltering summer heat and the pressures of the target weigh in on him. Your eyes are taken off of him but for a second before you see two arrows tear through the target. Bullseye.

Everyone is shocked. You are spilling with merit. “Oh! Son, that was great!”

Eshile gulps largely. “That was not me.”

Everyone turns around. There standing on the back porch with a bow in her possession is General Okoye. She remains positioned, aiming high. What an arrogant entrance. This is not the time nor the place. She knows of the rules and yet she still smiles as the children take their respective bows. Little Eshile is frozen in his spot. Your eyes lower to his pants leg. It is gradually growing darker in color, dampening. He is pissing. Okoye’s face has fallen and she stares in concern. You were sure her intentions were pure but the damage has already been made.

“Session is over, kids. Go rest at the play stations. Cooking class is next, hm?”

“Yes, Nana!” They scamper off.

“Son,” you crouch eye level with Eshile. He is not all there but enough of him is there to be reeled back in. Cradling his face gently, you speak to him with the gentle, kind tone he so deserves in the moment. He is back in seconds, still shooken, but he is back. “Now go to Yumaja. She will help you with your clothing, yes?”

“Y-Yes,” he stutters.

“I love you. Now run along.” He doesn’t pay much mind to the smooch delivered to his cheek.

He catches another look at the concerned warrior lingering on the porch before darting off. You then adjust your spectacles, summoning a holographic screen to swipe across. You hit the disable button and the targets begin to diminish before your eyes.

“Nana,” You mock. “Soon I will wear snow-white hair and trot with swollen feet.” You send over your shoulder as you click on a programmed button to fabricate your activity for the next day. Always act ahead of time.

Okoye speaks from where she stands. “Why is there so much haste to age? Last week you were fifty, today you are sixty. Is old age a kink of yours?”

“Ah, cut it out. No kink shaming,” you joke. “Time moves much too fast. It’s only right that I question where it goes.“

“I assume, your beauty. You look younger every time I see your face in those headlines.” She leans against the back door, looking as commanding, and soft as ever.

None of that. Her flattery will not make you move. You will make her move. You pick up a bow and adjust the leather quiver draped over your shoulder. By the time you step onto the first step of the porch, three arrows are sent flying at Okoye. They land near her fingers. Her eyes widen. “Whaat?! You take joy in attempted murder now?”

Your fingers grip her jaw, moving her toward you. “Don’t ever scare my children again. You owe little Eshile an apology.” You cast a simmering glare before passing into your home with her in tow. She was not meaning to instill fear, she was trying to give the children some motivation, for they were struggling with their aim. “It was already in my mind to apologize the moment I saw his face, my love. I am sorry to you as well.”

“I’m sure you are. Leave your spear outside.”

“Do you seriously think I would be bold enough to bring a spear in your holy home? You would wave sage in my face and chant your tongues.”

“You are still going to be cleansed. You have provoked fear around here. I’m sure the demons are not too far away. Maybe you are one of them. My bald headed demon,” you joke.

“Haha, hilarious,” she waves you off.

As you share light conversation with her down your home’s luxurious halls, explaining new historic additions, you stumble upon the living room. The news cast catches your ear. “The King has not announced when the evacuation will be initiated, but this will be of no ease for Wakanda. Danger is on the horizon brothers and sisters— You power the tv off. The news channel invites envious spirits into the home. There will be none of that.

“Hmm,” you hum. Okoye stands slightly tense. You assume she knows something about this evacuation fiasco. Maybe that is why she chose to show her presence without warning. You are about to find out. Before she can open her mouth, you tell her to keep her explanations to herself, to follow you to the kitchen. She sighs but does as so.

The kitchen smells of citrus and curry spices. A beam of light welcomes itself inside and spreads throughout. “Get over here.” You help Okoye to a seat at the table. You then pour her a cup of warm golden milk. It has been her favorite since the honeymoon days. It surprised you quite a bit. You assumed she would be the flashy wine type but she has never forgotten where she comes from.

“Now, what I saw yesterday, I didn’t expect it to come this soon,” you say.

Okoye perks up. “What did you see?”

“I had a premonition.” You join her at the oak table.

Your intuition is one that has been passed down your lineage, gifted with the eye of the wise. Okoye is always enamored by the accuracy of your predictions. Especially those of her triumphs as one of the Dora.

As she awaits your commentary, she interlocks her fingers with yours.

Soon enough, you speak. “During my meditation at the Temple, I saw it. Fire. War. Death. Anguish. All of it befalling The Golden City”

“My love, that had to take a toll on you? You have taken your bath?”

Premonitions depletes one of their energy. Legend says that the mind alternates between the spiritual realm and the time realm, communicating with spirits of many motives. The ancestors have dipped themselves in the mother lake to cleanse themselves, and you have remained committed to tradition.

“Nevermind that. Is this what you came to tell me?”

“Affirmative.”

“I am not alright then.”

Okoye exhales. “I came to see my lover first. The news comes second.”

“Okoye, what is going on?”

She pauses momentarily. “There is a war. The Avengers say it is assumed to be one of mass destruction. One that can only be fought on resistant land.”

Of course it is another war. War has left Wakanda sick. Hardship after hardship. All rooted in the name of fear.

Your chair creaks as you lean back. “Another land for them to destroy? What is of the Black Panther these days? Fighting amongst the Americans. There is always war with them. Bast help us, we cannot withstand another.”

“We are stronger than you think, my love.”

“Wakanda is precious as much as it is strong. It is no nation to be spared. Our culture. Our fruitful history. Does it not hold meaning to you?!”

Okoye sips gracefully. A moment of silence gathers as she allows you to calm yourself. She keeps her voice low as she speaks once more. “This threat is far too great for pride. I am talking about mass extinction. Half the universe gone with a snap of fingers. My love, If this man, this thanos, retrieves what he so seeks, I may never see you again. You may never see me again. Eshile too.”

Your grip on her hand tightens. A life without those that you love? That is a life stripped from meaning. That is suffering. “I see.” You take deep anxious breaths. “I apologize I was just—“

“Concerned, I know.” Okoye is by your side now. “And that is okay. We will be okay.” Her embrace is warm. It catapults you to a state of mind that has less fear and more love. Your muscles ease with it, eyes sliding shut.

“You are shaking like Bambi,” she snickers, kissing your cheek.

You smack her arms. “Well my heart has dropped out of my ass! What do you expect when you tell me I may cease to exist in hours’ time!”

“Mmm. I expect you to stand on your two feet—to raise your chin up high and come with me so we can cherish the time that may count as our last. This is not our first rodeo.”

“That was different. If it is not seeing the ones I love again…well…I am not a warrior.

“A warrior is great for not only their skill in combat, but for their desire to keep fighting. You have so much fight in you. Do not think otherwise.”

“Sweet words that I will not believe. I ran from a wasp the other day and did more damage to my hair than those aunties at the ceremonial reunions.”

Okoye laughs aloud.

“Why do you not mourn the possibility of Wakanda’s end, my love?” You run a thumb across her cheek.

“When you risk your life day after day, the end is all you think about.”

“That is suffering.”

“Not when you have made peace with it.”

You let that marinate. It is disheartening as much as it is honorable. “How long before evacuation?”

“We start by morning. Not much time.”

“We have worked with less. Pack your things. We will head to our ritual sight after I give the children my farewells. They have been retiring early as of late.” You stand from the chair and Okoye stands with you.

“We can bake these nasty curry patties of yours and bring them along as well.”

You point an accusing finger at her. “You only call them nasty because you secretly love them.”

“I do,” she snags a piece from the pile of previously made patties. A squeal fills the room as the flavor hits her from all angles. So giddy for food that is ‘nasty.’ “This one needs a little lemon.” She hoards the cupboards in search of your kettle of sun-dried lemons.

You scoff. “Whatever. I will be back.” Once outside in the beaming heat of Birnin Azzaria, you slide between busy bodies as they tote vases and market food, sandals kicking up red dust. The odds are forever stacked against you.

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The temple of Azzaria stands atop a forested mountain, foreseeing the Burnin Azzaria. The sky has eased over and glows a rebellious orange. So soft and delicate on the skin. So pungent you can taste the earthy aromas on your tongue. Colored dots paint your face and Okoye’s. Beadwork is splayed across your chests. And your locs are freed from your turban.

During this time of the day, the sun meets the waters and the gods bestow enchantment, thus bringing a rise to sexual prowess. And well…you and Okoye have chosen to harvest it.

“That’s it, sthandwa. Let it slide down your throat,” Okoye husks.

Your bodies are bare to the brisk winds and the call of Mother Earth. Ritual candles encircle your united bodies, smoke slithering from the wicks, bringing forth The Wakening; in which the soul has been freed. Yours has soared, clutching and melding with Okoye’s as you share your body. You feel a pull in the chest. Toe curling pleasure. Precious moans.

Okoye has her feet planted on either side of your face, heatedly swirling her hips, riding until she should see her ending. You provide a balance of dominance by gripping her ass to guide her up and down your long pink tongue while allowing her freedom to grind on her own. Your groans travel to her toes as you work overtime to consume and consume, to allow your bodies this energetic exchange.

“Yes,” she pants. “Yes, yes, yesss.” Her toned stomach flexes as she sputters and grinds faster. Her vulva blooms like tulips in the peak of spring. Glistens like sticky nectar were smeared on it, sweetening and hydrating your slackened jaws to the likes of heaven. You spit and suck on her pretty folds, savoring all of her. Goodness. Stars are what she sees behind her eyelids and euphoria is what she feels recoiling in her abdomen.

“Oh my….you are being so good for me, so good.”

An orgasmic pressure orbs down south. You both know it’s coming, so it is only fair to usher it in faster. You flick and suck her clit rapidly, pussy juice sprinkling upon its home. She gasps aloud, “Too much. Fuck.” Then she pauses and slightly raises from your mouth.

“You are running now? What did I tell you about that, hm?” You send a mean smack to her ass.

“Wait. Just wait.” Her fingers inch down to spread plump lips, cocoa-brown folds glistening beneath the kiss of the sun. “Mmmh,” she sucks in her bottom lip as she slides her fingers inside, pumping slowly, juices rolling down her thighs in beads. She does it for your pleasure and her own. This may be the last time your divine connection will be explored. It is best to make it last.

“Let me taste, my love. I need you.”

“You will have me,” she whispers. She then slides her creamy coated fingers against your elongated tongue. You suck her off nastily, tasting the sweet musky flavor of her depths. She has always tasted the best, and has always given it the best. You will never leave. Ever.

You chase her fingers as she retracts and she cannot help but chuckle. “You are something else.”

But she loves it beyond saying.

She slides them in her own mouth next, moaning as it melts on her tongue. Then she’s back to putting that pussy all in your mouth. This time she leans back at an angle for an easier ride. It pays off beautifully. You devour her whole until her thighs vibrate into silk. She holds your head still and grinds desperately, walls pulsing to the beat of hollow drums. “Uhhnn. I’m…I’m…mmmh.”

She finishes off, letting her rivers gush in your mouth. Unable to contain the overwhelming shocks, she crawls off the length of your face and melts into empty space next to you. Her sheen chest heaves and her hand becomes trapped between her clenched thighs. Face crinkled in euphoria. Spine arched. Singing cries of fulfillment. You aren’t sure she’s met herself until she relaxes her legs and opens her eyes.

“Who told you to do that to me?”

“You ask? I will deliver.” You lean in, kissing her slow and deep. She flicks your tongue with her own and you both fall victim to a game of rolling your tongues around. Saliva and ripe juices are swapped, moans and giggles becoming the only sound left of the sexual escapades. Final pecks are given as she pulls away. Her angelic gaze penetrates yours.

“I love you,” you whisper.

“I love you and everything there is to know about you. I still have much to discover in this complex mind of yours. So much.”

“You will.”

A moment of stillness grasps your heartstrings. There is the possibility of everything ending. But there is also the possibility of everything continuing. Be that as it may, the universe and the world will march on in this timeline. There is still so much to experience with what remains.

You and Okoye agree on tending to the platters of food on the gigantic plush. You first blow out the ritual candles and cover yourselves in thin woolen blankets. You end up seated across her lap, feasting your eyes on the brilliant city lights as they sprawl across the skyline. The Maglev levitation train and the hover cars glide in the dim sky soundlessly. The moon has now risen on its feet. The spirits with it.

“Your coconut rice and prime rib reminds me of Nomble,” she chews the meal before her.

“I have the touch of the garden god then, yes?”

“I guess,” she gives her infamous side-eye. “I believe you would be a great addition to the Training Facility’s chef crew. On our days of battle, we have these humongous feasts. It is happening right now as we speak.”

You swallow the savory meal that is your vegetable medley and seasoned soy. “Well there is no need for the feast when you have it right here.”

“With the woman I love,” she pecks your lips, sweet as can be.

“Here. I want you to keep this.” You remove your beaded adornment from your neck and carefully attach it to Okoye’s. A piece of you is what she will carry with her in battle to remind her that she serves, not in vain, but in purpose and honor.

Doing it all for love.

“Fight well tomorrow, do you hear me? Help save this universe.”

Okoye chuckles. Your love is one she will always remember, no matter what fate she will meet by morning. “Is there anyone in Wakanda of any match to me combat-wise? If not the Black Panther?”

“Me.”

“Craziest thing I’ve heard since Aneka last told me she manhandled Ayo.”

“What?!”

“I’m telling you, the girl has some nerve.”

“Mmmh. Well I know you have yet to manhandle me.”

That was a bold lie. A bold bold bold lie. But lies are fun to tell. And if this is the last lie you tell, might as well go out with a banger.

“Is that a challenge, my love?”

“Whatever you are going to give, I want it.” You shrug off her lap to rest your plate on the side.

Okoye will not let that challenge fly. She sets her dish to the side and brings you in by the throat. You both fall back in giggles. Maybe fall into another round of love-making? Maybe sit beneath the belts of stars to chat and share your life’s aspirations one hundred times over? Whichever may fit the moment, there will be a well-known shared love. What comes with this shared love is the feeling, the utter appreciation, that death is not the end.

End note: I like to write sex. That is the sentence of the day. 😁

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journeyintofiction · 2 years ago

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The Necklace

Hello everyone! I have another little oneshot that I could not get out of my head and decided to write it and then post. Attuma x Okoye needs more support and content so here I am adding a few little pebbles :)

Word count: 1.2k

As always, Happy reading :)

Okoye stared mutely at the counter, unable to form words as she stared at the tiny stick. She was pregnant. She braced herself on the counter and allowed herself to feel an overwhelming sense of excitement. She knew Attuma would be ecstatic and beyond overjoyed because he has stated several times he wanted children. She wanted children so it only seemed natural for them to have them with time.

Yet, part of her was afraid of what could happen to these children, while yes there is peace between Talokan and Wakanda, but there were bigger problems outside of their borders. Attuma made it a point to reassure her when she brought this up a few months prior when they started actively attempting to conceive. He told her that people will always try to come after them no matter what, but that doesn’t mean you stop living and refuse happiness. It just means you have to fight harder to protect what you cherish and ensure those close to you know what they mean to you.

Another part of her feared she wouldn’t be able to conceive after waiting until her mid-thirties but Shuri assured her that everything would be fine because she is healthy, in good shape, and has access to superior healthcare. Okoye had never thought of herself as the motherly type, she looked at herself as far too stern and preoccupied to ever be considered a motherly figure to anyone. To her surprise, Shuri stated that Okoye DID have motherly qualities that she never noticed. Like the constant worrying over Shuri’s health, the need to always support people, and naturally having the calm nature needed for stability.

Shuri seemed all too excited about the prospect of Okoye having a child with Attuma because it would be the first child to be born from a Wakandan and Talokanil couple. She was curious about genetics and the prospect of having a niece or nephew running around that had increased strength and the ability to breathe underwater, had her chomping at the bit to be an Auntie. Since Okoye and Attuma got married she kept joking, “When are you and your husband starting on the mini me’s?? I will take my role as auntie very seriously.” It never failed to rouse a chuckle from Okoye and Attuma because Shuri was so excited.

Pulling herself back to the present, Okoye moved away from the counter and started thinking of a way to tell her husband. He was naturally very observant and since getting engaged and then married he became even MORE observant if that's even possible. He knew her inside and out, every minor facial expression, even something as small as an eye twitch was seen by his sharp eyes. So, she knew he would notice her being in a suspiciously good mood and she had to come up with something to excuse it.

“Hmmm…”, Okoye was pacing in an attempt to find something that would be a good excuse for her mood.

Then a light bulb went off in her head, she could just tell him she was excited to take time off and go with him to visit his family. She was genuinely excited as Attumas family was surprisingly very welcoming and warm towards her when they first met. His mother and father were taken aback that he was besotted with a surface dweller but after meeting her, they quickly understood why. His family was far more loving and genuine than her own uncle who seemed to have gotten blinded by the power of sitting on the council. The story would be believable which is all she needed so that she could actually surprise him.

She settled on cooking dinner like normal so that they could sit down and eat together when he came home like they normally did. Then she will give him a gift she had commissioned specifically for this occasion a few weeks back shortly after they started trying. The gift would serve as his hint and given that Attuma would immediately recognize the significance of it, she didn’t need to add anything elaborate.

With her plan in place she finished cooking and just as she was setting the table for the two of them, Attuma walked through the door. She looked over at him and smiled while setting the last of the cutlery down, and walked over to him.

Okoye kissed him on the cheek with a smile and softly said, “Hello my love.”

Attuma responded by giving her a kiss on the lips before pulling back and saying, “My sun has once again blessed me with her rays.”

Okoye chuckled, “There you go being a poet again.”

Attuma smiled, “I only speak the truth.”

She playfully smacked his chest, “come eat shark man.”

They sat down and ate, but to Okoye’s surprise, he never mentioned or noted the exceptionally good mood she was in. Which meant one of two things, either she was hiding things well or he knew something was up but was just waiting to see what unfolded. She was suspicious that it was the latter as he looked at her with a soft smile when she got up from the table to get the gift.

She came back with a small jade box that looked similar to the jewelry box he made her as part of his courting gifts. Okoye set it on the table and sat next to him and took a deep breath before starting to explain the gift.

She looked at him and took one of his hands, “I had this made for you and I want you to open it here with me.”

Attuma nodded silently as she explained before smiling and saying, “thank you for the gift.”

He carefully picked up the box and opened the lid to see a small jade necklace with a tiny vibranium shark tooth. Upon closer inspection, the shark tooth was engraved with both of their initials and the jade necklace itself was intertwined with vibranium. He seemed to pause for a moment to figure out what it could mean before his mind fully caught up with the gift. His head snapped up to look at Okoye, who was looking at him in anticipation and bubbling excitement. Then, it finally hit him, the necklace was small enough for a child, he was going to be a father.

Attuma looked at Okoye then down to her abdomen and she nodded her head slightly with a smile, confirming the unasked question. He stood up and gently pulled her with him and rested his forehead against hers.

He whispered to her, “You have given me a gift that I have waited for and will never be deserving of.”

Okoye wrapped her arms around him while still resting their foreheads together, “We are both deserving of this gift and will cherish this child.”

They lapsed into a comfortable silence where no words were spoken, but their eyes said everything.

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awakandanavenger · 2 years ago

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All Stitched Up (Shuri x reader) (Okoye x platonic!reader)

After you get injured on a mission with Okoye, Ayo, and Aneka, you need stitches but you are too terrified and stubborn to go straight to your girlfriend to get them done. It's up to Okoye to get you to Shuri and get you stitched up before you bleed out. Will you get those stitches done or are you too stubborn and bleed out?

Warnings - mentions of needles, wounds but nothing too graphic, incorrect medical stuff I think, not proofread, let me know if I missed any

Word Count - 1.2K

I stepped out of the Royal Talon Fighter jet trying to hide my limp. Luckily, Shuri was too busy this time to be able to come greet after a long mission. I knew Okoye, Ayo, and Aneka were glaring at me as I walked slowly to the room I shared with my girlfriend. They knew the injuries I managed to get on our mission and kept saying I needed to get stitches on my stomach because of a rather deep gash. There's nothing embedded into the gash luckily, it's just deep. I'd rather keep applying pressure on it to stop it bleeding even more when I got back to my room. Hopefully the blood stays hidden until I got back.

Thankfully, the blood did stay hidden and I was able to get back to the bedroom. Straight away, I head into the bathroom and begin to reapply the pressure on my wound. Let's just hope this stops bleeding soon. Then I can start getting some cream or something to heal it. I still refuse to go to Shuri and get stitches.

A knock sounded at my door. I knew it was Okoye. "Y/n?" "In here." And she walks into the bathroom to find me lay on the ground. "Bast. You desperately need to get those stitches or you'll bleed to death!" I just shrugged in response. It's not that serious surely and no way am I in denial about the whole thing. "I'm not going to bleed out Okoye. It'll stop soon if I keep applying pressure to it." "You've been applying pressure to that wound since we were on the jet. You need stitches now. Please don't force my hand y/n." I raised my eyebrow. She wouldn't. Surely. "Last thing Wakanda needs is a grieving princess which is exactly what she will be if you don't get those stitches." She continued. I just folded my arms in response. There was no way in hell I was having needles being poked into my body.

At first, I thought Okoye had given up trying as she left the room but it was momentarily. She came back with Ayo and Aneka. Shit. I stood up ready to fight them. My wound was not bad enough to need stitches. I didn't care how painful this was. "Do what you will. I'm not going." I said putting up my fists. All three of them just looked at me with a raised eyebrow. I went to punch them to try and get passed them. I didn't care who but as soon as I tried to punch, the pain in my stomach increased and I fell to the ground.

"Honestly y/n, you're your own worst enemy sometimes." Okoye said as she put me on a stretcher I didn't even know they had. How did I miss that? Fine. They can take me to Shuri but I guarantee as soon as I see those needles, I'll be out of there faster than she can stick them into me. I just made it look like I was complying to Okoye's wishes by letting them carry me in that stretcher to the lab. Oh man the pain was really kicking in now. Probably adrenaline wearing off a little. I still refuse to get needles though.

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Once in the lab, Okoye with Aneka's help lifted me onto a bed in the lab. Well, hospital bed should I add. Ugh, this sucks. "What happened?" I heard Shuri ask Okoye, Aneka and Ayo. "She got a nasty gash on her stomach and she needs stitches but she's too stubborn for her own good and is refusing to get them done. If she doesn't get them soon she'll bleed out." Shuri rushed to get those stupid needles. When she was on her way back that was it. I'd had it. I was out of there.

I went to get up from the bed but was pulled back down. "What the hell Aneka! Let me go!" I yell. "Not a chance y/n." She said. Her words did not stop me from fighting her off me. Just as I escaped her grip, I felt another person pulling me back down. It was Ayo this time. "Fuck off, I am not having any needles!" I continued yelling. "I see this is going to take all three of us to hold her down to let Shuri do what she needs to do."

It was my worst nightmare. Okoye was holding me down by the shoulders, Aneka held me down by the legs and Ayo had lifted up my shirt to where the wound was keeping me from writhing around. "Fuck all of you!" I continued yelling. Then I felt a sharp pain on the wound and I cried out. "Ah, what the fuck?" I tried fighting all three of them off but it was no use. "Keep her still." Shuri said to them and their grip on me tightened and I screamed the whole time.

I was still screaming even after Shuri was finished because it hurt that much I wasn't paying attention to if she had finished or not. Not until Shuri spoke. "It's done y/n. Okoye, take her to our room, she's on bedrest until that wound is completely healed. I don't want her walking there in case she accidentally reopens those stitches." Before I could react, Okoye lifted me up and carried me back to mine and Shuri's room.

"Honestly y/n. You have to make these things harder than they have to be. You're a warrior that's afraid of needles?" She said amused and I just glared at her in response. "I hate all of you." I said folding my arms grumpily. "Yeah, you'll be thanking us when you're all better. Especially Shuri." "Whatever." I said and yawned. I then felt being placed on the bed and the blankets being pulled over me. "Just get some rest. You clearly need it." Okoye said and she walked out the room and the next thing I knew sleep consumed me.

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When I woke, Shuri was sat in the bed next to me. I felt a coldness on my stomach and realised it was her hand. "What are you doing?" I asked her. "Checking your wound is healing and the stitches haven't come out. So far it seems okay." "How long have I been asleep?" "The whole day and night." My eyes widen. "Why didn't anyone wake me? I'm supposed to be training for missions!" "Oh no. I already told you you're on bed rest until that wound is completely healed. If you reopen those stitches, that'll mean more needles and I know how much you hate them." Shuri said kissing my temple and I huff in response. "Quit sulking. It's not so bad. I'll be taking time out of the lab to help you get better." I perked up at that. "You are?" She nods. "Yep. And we can do anything you want to do as long as it doesn't involve you getting up unless you need the bathroom." I sighed. "In that case, can I have some water and we can watch movies and cuddle."

Shuri got a small glass from the bathroom and poured me some water which was heavenly to drink. Didn't even realise how thirsty I was. "Okay, what movie do you want to start with? And do you want any snacks?" "No, I'm not hungry surprisingly. I just want to watch (favourite movie) and cuddle up." And that's exactly what we did and at some point during the movie, I fell asleep with my head leaning against Shuri's chest. Well, if this is how I am to spend bed rest, who am I to complain?

Ending this one here. What did you all think? Sorry for any incorrect medical stuff, I’m an environmental science student not medical :’) Anyways, leave a like and you can request other BP2 characters. I take requests for not only Shuri, but also, Riri, Okoye, Nakia and Ramonda. Hope to see your requests soon! :)

#shuri x reader #shuri x you #okoye x reader

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iinkonde · 2 years ago

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Hii! It’s me, again. Greet me as I greet you:). Today I’ll be listing the very few pet names, phrases of endearment kwasha kwacima… that I know. It’s Valentimes asibe happy sibe merry.

ps: Don’t hold your breath I’m not good at this.

Xhosa and Zulu translated to English(barely)

Sphalaphala sam = My pretty one

Phakade lam = My forever

Soka lami = My partner

Izinyanya zivumile = The ancreators have agreed

Impilo yami ngeke ibe lutho ngaphandle kwakho = My life would be nothing without you

Inhliziyo yami eyakho, uthando lwami lungangolwandle = My heart is yours. My love for you is greater than the ocean/ ocean deep

Mandibon’ ubuhle bakho ikhanda livele lidume = Your beauty makes my head spin

Ngiyocaca naye = I’m going to marry them/him/her

Noma bengathini wena ungowami = Nevermind the naysayers you’re mine.

Inhliziyo yami ishaya kancane mangizwa izwi lakho = My heart beats settles when I hear your voice

Thandiwe = Beloved

#wakanda forever #queen ramonda x reader #okoye x reader #nakia x reader #t’challa x reader #shuri x reader #riri williams x reader #ayo x aneka #black panther 2 #iinkonde

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scribblecake · 1 year ago

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It's Almost Here~

Here's some *short* teasers

Content warning: slight smut & angst

Eyes On Me-

You were roughly pushed against the wall, a warm tongue making its way into your waiting mouth. Soft moans were trapped between two pairs of hungry lips. Ramonda’s skillful hands slid themselves down to shamelessly grip at your ass. She pressed closer, her heaving breasts pushing against your own.

Eventually she broke the kiss. The Queen’s wanton mouth trailed down to suck and bite at your neck. Pleasure warmed your body. Your womanhood clenched around nothing as arousal began to wet your folds. Though as nice as this was. As much as you wanted her. Needed her. There was no time.

“M-my love!~ You have a meeting in ten minutes!”

Ramonda nipped at your earlobe. “Plenty of time…”

The Prayer-

Okoye had barely placed her offering down when the altar began to glow. Its dual panther statues rumbled and shook, small purple flames burned where their eyes had once been. Shock lanced down her limbs. She stumbled backward when magic began to thrum around her.

Wind whipped through the trees as swirling bioluminescent patterns glowed brightly on every surface. It was so bright, Okoye was forced to shield her eyes. Panic spurred her heart to beat loudly in her ears. The very air seemed to crackle with magic, filling the warrior with awe and making the tiny hairs on her neck stand on end.

Then all was still…

Shades of Green-

Not even the warmth of alcohol could quell the feeling. Watching you dance like that, pressed up against some other woman, ignited deep pain. It was then and there that Shuri’s mind began to taunt her with all the chances she gave up. All the times her tongue would tie into knots. All the chances she let pass her by. All because she couldn’t get the words out.

Those damn words. Three little words, so sweet on her tongue, turn to bitter poison when faced with the full brunt of your attention. Forcing Shuri to choke and forget all she’d planned to say. She’d thought that tonight would be the night. After a lifetime of friendship, a lifetime of pining, she could muster the courage to tell you how she felt…

#fanfiction #teaser #ramonda x reader #okoye x reader #shuri x reader #back on my bullshit

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shuris3leg · 2 years ago

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To all the writers reading this.

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writingintheshadowsforever · 2 years ago

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The Gods's Vengeance Peter Parker x Reader Part 1: The Beginning

Dear Y/N

On the behalf of the admissions committee, it is my honor and privilege to notify you that you have been accepted to New York University, and the class of 2024. Congratulations!

You couldn't help the little jump for joy while reading the acceptance letter. All of your hard work in secret paid off, and for a second part of you had wished. You were sharing this news with your closest friends and family. People who were supposed to be by your side in moments like these celebrating your accomplishments alongside you. But no you had to do everything behind closed doors, and sneak around everyone’s back to make this possible.

Well not everyone's back

You didn't hear or see her coming. The letter was snatched out of your hand, and it didn't matter how fast your reflexes were. A year of extensive training under Wakanda's greatest warriors made her faster. M'Bali danced out of your reach cackling as you whirled around with pouty eyes.

"Well would you look at this" she began reading over the letter. A teasing grin stretched across her face. "Little y/n actually got into the little American school."

You snickered. "M'Bali you're only two years older than me, and NYU is one of the greatest school in the country. Do you know how low the acceptance rate is? It is a-"

"Yeah yeah yeah it's one of the most prestigious schools in existence, and they have a history of crushing kids's dreams. I don't need a history lesson nerd" M'Bali said cutting you off.

"M'Bali" You growled her name as a warning to not keeping pushing her limits. It didn't matter she was probably the only reason you were even able to apply to the school without your mother finding out. You still weren't going to take her crap.

"So what now?" She asked moving across the living room into the conjoined dining room. M'Bali yanked a chair out from under the table to plop down into it, and kicked her feet up. Getting comfortable as if this was her home.

You shook your head at the lack of manners from her. This home was neither yours or hers, but instead the house belonged to one of her friends. The boy who was crushing hard on her had let you use his address as your own. When sending out your portfolio to NYU, so when the school did send a letter. It wouldn’t come to your own home which would've brought this entire operation down. The mail always goes directly to your mother. And it was crucial that you kept all of this from her.

Okoye the General of the Dora Milaje, and your loving mother. She was hard on everyone but you, with you Okoye was nothing but gentle. Around you she let her guard down, and gave the whole General thing a rest. Unless she was putting you through a rigorous training session. No daughter of The General was going to be walking around not knowing how to protect herself. It didn't matter that you weren't going to follow in her footsteps. Your mother still insisted on teaching you how to fight and wield a weapon from day one. She started letting up on you about two years ago. When she finally realized just how serious you were about your art, and that was your true passion.

She supported you on this new path and all the endeavors that came with it, but there was one thing you knew she wouldn't budge on. Letting you explore just how far your talent could truly take you outside of the borders of Wakanda. Okoye trusted you but she didn't trust the outside world, and growing up she kept you more sheltered than Princess Shuri.

Even Shuri got to travel with her brother T'Challa to the states a few times. There were times you begged your mom to let you tag along, but alas you were always left behind staying in the palace. While she was away and your father was either busy with training duties or accompanying your mother on a mission.

You had hoped things would change once you finally became an adult in your own right. But no you had turned twenty last year, and Okoye was still doing everything in her power to keep you from stepping foot outside of Wakanda. Which wasn't hard considering the position of power she was in.

Of course M'Bali wanted to know what the next step of your plan was, because if you actually wanted to attend the school you would have to get past her.

"I show her the letter and pray to Bast she says yes." You told her no hint of faith for your own plan in your voice.

M'Bali raised an eyebrow at you. "There is no way your mother lets you, and its not just because she's overprotective. Have you stopped and looked around at the growing tension between Wakanda and the rest of the world lately."

Right it had a been six months since the tragic passing of King T'Challa, and while Wakanda and its people were still mourning his loss. The world's biggest nations were taking shots trying to negotiate new deals to access vibranium hoping to prey on the grieving Queen Ramonda.

Under no circumstances would she cave but that didn't mean they were going to stop trying.

"What does that have to do me?" You asked playing a little dumb.

M'Bali planted her feet back on the floor leaning forward to fix you with hardened gaze. "You're the daughter of Wakanda's General, and that makes you pretty important. If she lets you go to that American school, and the American government discovers your true heritage. They won't hesitate to take you as leverage against us, and you know that."

She was right. You did know that. But you also knew Shuri would have no problem concocting a fake identity for you to go by while attending the school. It would be a piece of cake for the genius girl if she was willing to do it that is. Princess Shuri spent most of her days locked up in her lab working on new weapons for the military, and cures for existing, and non-existing diseases. Ever since her brother's death work is the only thing the girl seems to care about.

"I wouldn't use my real name and any connection I have to Wakanda can easily be erased." You shot back with a shrug. It was half true thanks to your mother keeping you cooped in Wakanda for your entire life. No one on the outside knew your name or what you looked like, let alone the General had a daughter.

"It doesn't matter Okoye won't risk it. Why do you want to go to that stupid American school anyway? What can it offer that Wakanda can't?" M'Baili questioned with a frown. While she covered your tracks for you. She like everyone else in the country looked down on the outside world.

"It could help me take my art to the next level I want to see my creations in museums all across the world. MB not just hung up in the living of my mom's home, and her friend's house. Not just that I want to see the rest of the world too you know." You paused to take a deep breath when M'Bali shot you a look. "Look I love Wakanda its my home and always will be. It's one of the most beautiful plac-

"Not one of Wakanda is the most beautiful place on Earth. No other country can compare" M'Bali corrected you with no hesitation. Crossing her arms over her chest and narrowing her eyes daring you to disagree.

"Yeah my bad but what I'm trying to say is just because the other countries's beauty doesn't compare to ours, doesn't mean their beauty is worth being seen."

She started to frown mulling over your words tilting her head to the side. The same way her father M'Baku did whenever he was trying to understand what new technology Shuri had presented him with. A few seconds went by before she spoke again. "You know when you put it like that you make it sound like us. Wakandans are just a bunch of shallow, pompous, assholes who think they are better than the rest of the world."

"That's because we are." The words left your mouth before you could stop them.

"Hey"

"I'm just being honest."

"Why don't you try that with your mom?"

You groaned as the original topic of discussion came back into play. "How" you pleaded with the older girl for assistance.

M'Bali took pity on you and motioned for you to take a seat in the chair a head of her. Which you obliged ready to take whatever advice she had to offer.

"So you know how my dad is right?"

You nodded.

She sighed settling back into her chair. "Even though after the whole Killmonger thing was over, and my dad brought the Jabbari Tribe out of isolation to ally us with the rest of Wakanda again. He was still a bit wary in letting some of the countries's ways rub off on us, and was scared our own ways and traditions would be lost. Of course as his daughter he expected me to uphold the Jabbari's values and traditions. I was set to follow in his footsteps, and begin training to become the clan's leader. In the near future my father didn't want anything throwing me off my chosen path."

You couldn't help but feel a little bad for her. At least Okoye was willing to let you pursue your own dreams even if it was under her supervision.

"So I knew when I decided I wanted to enroll to become a Dora. I would have to do so behind his back which I did do. By the time daddy dearest found out I applied to the Dora's training program. It was already done paperwork filled out, King T'Challa had approved, and Okoye had signed off on everything. He was furious of and tried to had me pulled from it, but it was already set in stone. Signing up to be a Dora is like joining the American military once you agree to all the terms and agreements. The only way out is through you can't just back out-"

"Wait seriously" You said not meaning to cut her off, but you were a bit shocked. After all you had backed out of Dora training after initially signing up at seventeen. Not to mention you had seen so many other warriors in training unable to handle it quit halfway through.

"Not really but it would've been a disrespectful thing to do, and the fact it was my father was the one protesting so much made. It seem like he thought me being a Dora was more of a disgrace instead of a honor and a way to bring the Jabbari even closer to home. The elders would've been pissed, so he left me alone." M'Bali explained with a light shrug. Her plan had been brilliant but how were you supposed to apply that to your own situation.

"So what you're saying is I need to back my mom into an impossible corner that she can't get out of without saying yes."

"Exactly and you already got accepted into the school so half of the plan is done. Next step you need the Queen on your side."

You were taken back by that. "Why the Queen?"

"Like I said the whole conflict going on between Wakanda and the rest of the world is going to be the biggest reason your mom says no. But if you can get Queen Ramonda too sympathize with you, then she'll be able to talk your mom into saying yes. The Queen is the one person in the world the General won't defy."

"It would be different though I'm her daughter M'Bali. She'll fight if she thinks she's letting me walk into danger" You argued. Queen Ramonda probably wouldn't even go so far as to get between the two of you in the first place.

"That's why you go to her as if Okoye has already said no. Act all devastated like your entire world has been crushed. Queen Ramonda will go to your mother with some speech about letting you go and stuff."

"That's manipulation" You stated with a frown.

M'Bali scoffed with a wave of her hand. "How do you think anyone gets where they want to be in this world? You either manipulate or be manipulated sweetheart. I know it sounds harsh but do it my way, and your yes is secured before you even ask."

You sat there pondering over her words. M'Bali slammed the acceptance letter down on the table.

"Now is the time to start asking yourself y/n just how important NYU is too you?"

It hit you that this was the first time M'Bali didn't refer to your dream school as a stupid American institute. She got up from the table and left you there to make a decision alone.

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