On today's episode of Oni antagonizing Namora
You guys remember when people randomly started fingerings fruits to make it look explicit? Like they'd drizzle their fingers with honey or milk and go to town as juice oozed out. (I would show a gif, but I'm not trying to get dragged off the platform. 🤣)
Anyways- I feel like Oni would do something like that with a plum or something, and Namora would blackout.
Let me type something out real quick so you guys can see what I see:
Namora was always busy training new soldiers or on patrol. So, she was always eager to relax when she got a moment of downtime.
Downtime she usually spent with a certain priestess she technically wasn't supposed to be crushing on- but it was a crush. There was no crime in having a crush.
Today, training ended early, and she found herself walking to the Temple of Bast to see the priestess. Cebisa shot her a nasty look, as always- but no one said anything as Oni approached her with a shallow basket propped against her hip.
"You visit me so much, I'm beginning to think you like me."
Namora's face burned purple at the sudden accusation. "Am I supposed to hate you?"
"No. But not even Shuri visits me this much." Oni teased. "I'm beginning to feel special getting all your attention."
Despite wearing her rebreathers, Namora still felt like she wasn't breathing in her presence.
What could she possibly say without putting her foot her mouth.
Chaac give her strength.
Oni tilted her veiled head. "Did you finish training?"
"Yes. It ended early. Weight training underwater is hard, so I figured I'd give the Wakandan warriors a break."
"You're nicer than Attuma."
"Not always."
"Mm." Oni offered a small nod. "Did you eat yet?"
"I'm not that hungry."
"What about a light snack?"
"Depends on what it is."
"Plums."
Namora tried to bite back a smile. "You are always eating plums."
"Then bring me something else to eat."
The warrior arched a brow before pulling a grapefruit out of her satchel. "Is this to your taste?"
"Dunno. Let's split it outside. Let me put this down, and then we can go."
Namora offered a small nod before watching the veiled woman hurry away.
Seeing her lavender dress flow after her made it hard to look away.
It was like watching a diety run through a meadow.
A hard snap pulled her from her trance, and her eyes darkened as they moved to Cebisa.
"She is the vessel of Bast. Do not look after her with such fondness. You cannot have her." The plump woman frowned.
"I know."
"Do not test Bast."
"I won't."
The woman stared at her long and hard.
"Cebisa, don't antagonize Namora."
"I would not have to deal with Namora if she didn't keep coming here to see you." Cebisa grumbled.
"What was that?"
"Nothing, Priestess." She spoke up before walking away with a huff. "Hurry back. There's plenty to do here."
"Yes, but a small break is important. Be sure to sit down and relax in my absence."
They all bowed as the priestess walked out with Namora by her side.
Once outside and alone, Oni let out a sigh of relief.
Namora enjoyed seeing this.
It was like watching a layer of her veil fall and seeing a bit more of who she was falling for.
Just a bit more of her soul.
They walked over to the plum tree that was a few feet away from the entrance of the temple and settled down on the soft grass.
"I'm sorry if Cebisa said anything mean to you. I almost forgot how suffocating everyone could be." She leaned back against the trunk of the tree. "In some ways, I am freer than before. But there are still worries. You know?"
"Worries?"
"Yes. I made an exchange to revoke a vow, and they believe Wakanda was punished despite my agreement with Bast." She whispered. "The people worry that if I make another exchange, Wakanda will suffer more. But it can't be my fault. Bast and I made an agreement."
"Then it was fate."
"Yes." Oni turned to look at her.
"Well. I will not let you break a vow with me." Namora cut the grapefruit in half with a small knife before holding out half of it. "That way, the people will not worry."
Oni stared at her before gently grabbing the fruit with a small laugh. "Sure."
Namora furrowed her eyebrows at her tone. "You don't believe me?"
"I do." Oni hummed as she trailed a finger over the core of the fruit. "But you're not the issue." She pressed a finger against it, and Namora froze. "I am."
Her breath hitched as she watched her add more pressure until juice was leaking down her fingers.
Suggestive thrusts and the slipping of wet fingers.
The sound of wetness.
When had she started panting?
When had her face turned purple?
Was that supposed to be her!?
Namora fainted when she realized Oni was looking at her from behind her veil.
The priestess put the fruit down and checked her vitals before laughing softly.
"Perhaps I overdid it." She mused as she gently caressed the warrior's face.
She carefully repositioned her, so that her head was resting on her lap and leaned against the tree again.
She closed her eyes and relaxed before slipping her hand under her veil to lick her fingers clean.
"I think I like grapefruits."
Namora would never bring her grapefruit ever again. (Maybe.)
Aaaannd scene! 😃 Do y'all see it!?! Mmmmmhmm. Get into it. 🤭
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Good Morning
Eric/reader, nsft, afab reader, how to start the day off right ;)
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Sun filtered through the curtains, illuminating the room, the beautiful white bed sheets, and your sleeping form. You lazily opened one, blinking around sluggishly to catch a glimpse of the clock making you aware of the time. 9:18. Damn, you were too tired to get up just yet. Besides, how could you just abandon the warm embrace of your boyfriend, whose naked body was pressed up against yours? You let out a content sigh through your nose, nuzzling your cheek into the plush pillow below you. You managed to get at least five minutes of rest before your partner began to stir.
Eric's hands ran over your skin, fingertips brushing a light trail from your ribs to your hips, goosebumps following after. He continued his gentle, loving strokes to your skin, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. It would've been wonderfully relaxing if his hand hadn't migrated upward to cup one of your breasts. Your lips parted to let out another sigh, just relishing in how careful Eric was being with tender flesh. He hadn't even touched you further south yet, and yet such simple actions had sent shivers down your spine, and your pussy was, without doubt, aroused. He began to rub his thumb in slow circles around your nipple, feeling it harden in mere seconds. His lips pressed against your cheek, breath ghosting over your ear.
"Sorry, babe, couldn't help myself~"
The curly-haired man was always like this. He always wanted his hands all over you, no matter the time of the day or where you two were; even if it was in the car.
Eric, of course, didn't stop what he had started, fingertips gliding over smooth skin, pulling at one of your thighs, coaxing them open. He shifted himself into a slightly more comfortable position, middle and ring fingers dipping into the wet heat between your legs, thrusting shallowly inside. You shuddered, eyes fluttering close to simply enjoy the bliss he was providing.
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He understood what you wanted damn well, sliding the first inch inside and gripping your hips with both hands to ease the length further, your walls tight around him. He always filled you so good too, like a missing piece of your puzzle. He bottomed out, grabbing at your thighs with one hand and the other moving to your clit once more, rubbing it in faster motions.
"You're so good for me, so so good, baby. You're so wet, god I wanna just lick it up and taste you."
You let out whiny, high-pitched moans, especially as he began thrusting into you at a rather quick pace. Eric's low groans of approval rumbled near your ear, the blush deepening on your cheeks as your own moans picked up with his.
You could feel how he rubbed against your walls so deliciously, your wetness coating his cock and creating a small mess that dripped down to your ass and the sheets. His fingers were rubbing that sensitive little nub, making your toes curl and head fall back in pleasure. He knew exactly how to touch you, how to get you off, and how to make you scream. That familiar warmth in your stomach began, and your choked out moans and gasps let your boyfriend know just how good he was doing, not slowing down his thrusts any time soon.
"Fuck, baby, I can tell you wanna come, you're sooo close,~ Go ahead, I wanna see it," he paused to press his lips right up against your ear, whispering to you, "I wanna see how you writhe around my cock and sob daddy's name."
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