warnings: 18+ nsfw, porn what plot, tension, brat taming, degradation, choking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, humiliation, dumbification, strap referred to as cock.
summary: you and toph have been arguing for days, until she’s finally fed up and decides to shut you up her way. based on this req.
wc: 3.3k
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Seven days.
It’d been seven days since this petty fighting started, and it did not seem to be ending anytime soon.
Your attitude kept worsening by the day, constantly putting an already irritated Toph on edge, and despite her attempts to act like nothing happened, you’d manage to flip it on her and somehow turn the situation into a fight again.
Petty and petty didn’t mix — and you two were clear proof of that.
“Hey,” she calls out blankly, sitting before you at the dining table. “Can you pass me the salt?”
You slice through your steak, not even bothering to look up at her. “You have hands. Get it yourself.”
She stays silent, then takes a deep breath to keep herself from throwing you out of the window. “.. It’s closer to you.”
“Ugh, fine.” You roll your eyes, grabbing the salt and roughly tossing it her way on purpose, the bottle bumping against her shoulder before uselessly dropping on the floor. You’re pleased by her angry frown, looking down to resume your eating. “There you go.”
Her plate clatters loudly against the table, frantically rattling when she harshly spears her steak with her knife.
You cast her a lazy glance, noting her furious face and tightly pursed lips, like she was trying her best not to get up and just beat you up.
“You’re disrupting our dinner,” you state casually, chewing your morsel of meat. “Eat quietly. Well, maybe that’s too much to ask of you. Silence has never really been your strong suit after all.”
“Alright, that’s it.” Her chair crashes backwards from how fast she gets up, her ustensils dropped as she reaches for your collar across the table, pulling you up from your seat with a startled gasp from you.
She pulls you as close as the table separating you allows, practically spitting in your face. “What the fuck is your problem, huh? You’ve been a bitch all week. If your dumb little brain didn’t notice, I’ve been trying my best to ignore your childish taunts, time and time again. I kept giving you chances to fix your attitude without me asking you to.” She gives you a rougher shake, “but I’ve had it up to here; you’re gonna tell me what the hell your problem is right now, so we can fucking solve it and you can stop barking in my ear all day.”
You stare at her, taking in how red her face had gotten and how her chest heaved with barely held back fury..
Hot.
You contemplate indulging her for a second, but after considering it, you settle on huffing out a small chuckle. “See, I was right. Silence really isn’t your strong suit at all.”
With her forearm veins bulging at the strain of her tightened grip on your collar, you knew it was coming before she even moved. You ducked, evading her lunging at you, but her hands roughly sweep everything off the table, your plates shattering and the food spilling all over the floor.
You frown in disgust at the mess, watching the sauce trickle into the space between the floor tiles. “Ew, what the hell— Mmf!”
Toph uses the distraction to sneak up on you, slapping her hand over your mouth as she hisses into your ear. “You never shut the fuck up, do you?”
You thrash in her grasp, but who were you to win a physical fight against a police chief? She easily twists your arms behind you, slamming your front down against the dinner table, your breath knocked out of your lungs.
“I suggest you start speaking,” her fingers curl up, metalbending one of the dropped forks closer to her and into her hand. She molds a thin bracelet-looking cuff, tying it fluidly around your wrists before hardening it snugly against them. “Word of advice, forcing people to talk is a part of my job, so I’m rather good at it.”
“Let go of me, you sick asshole!” You yell, but her fingers stays loosely wrapped around your nape to hold you down. “What do you think you’re doi— Woahh!” A surprised squeal leaves your mouth, your face contorted in shock and disdain at the feel of something poking against your ass. “No way, don’t tell me you— oh my god! You’re such a fucking loser, you’re already strapped!?”
At that, she grins, rather proud for what you thought would offend her. “Yeah. With all your recent mouthing off, I figured it’d eventually come in handy. And hey, what do you know?” Her free hand comes down on your backside with a lazy smack, making you flush and stammer indignantly in response. “Seems like my intuition was right. Maybe fucking that attitude out of you will do.”
As angry as you try to stay, her bulge big and evident against the meat of your ass has you unconsciously pushing back against her, heat already pooling in your lower belly. “Get off me! You bitch— .. Mmgh fuck. Hey, stop doing that!”
“Doing what?” She coos, slowly rocking her hips against yours and relishing the mewls you tried muffling in order to preserve your dignity. Her grip tightens around your neck, pressing down on your carotids. “Talk. Tell me, where the fuck did all this attitude come from this week?”
You grumble under your breath, your cheek squished against the table, “.. Fuck you. You started it.”
“Watch your mouth.” Her hand flexes against your neck, coaxing a garbled choke out of you. She exhales through her nose, feeling down the curve of your arched back with her flat palm, grazing the space over your ass in silent warning. “I started what, exactly?”
You chew on your lip, stubbornly quiet, also growing lightheaded at the choking.
Toph only sighs at your prolonged silence, letting go of you for her hands to slide down and grab the ends of your skirt. Your eyes blow wide open, writhing in embarrassment. “Hey! What the hell are you— Augh!”
Another powerful slap meets the back of your thigh, the soft skin turning a light red, and she proceeds to slowly lift your skirt up over your ass, smiling at the way your entire body was burning up with shame. “Big mouth for someone so easily tamed.”
Her touch ghosts over your now bared skin, then brushes over your dampened panties, a pleasantly surprised cackle erupting from her lips at the wet patch. “Easily soaked, too. Seriously, why do you even try?”
Before you get to reply, her hips are back against yours, her clothed bulge now directly poking your drooling slit, an involuntary moan spilling from your lips, to which she smiles wistfully. “You could make this so much easier for both of us, but no, you’re set on being the bitchiest brat I’ve ever seen. I miss your more obedient days.”
You scoff, trying to regain any shred of composure. “What, can’t stand me calling out your bullshit?”
“So far,” her thumbs dig into your cheeks, her other fingers hooking under your hips. “You haven’t named one example of said bullshit. I’ll tell you what’s really going on here. You’re the one who actually started all this, and you just now realized it, and you’re too proud to admit it.”
“A-As if,” you mumble, your wrists marred from the useless attempts to slip out of her binds. “You know damn well that you’re the bitch here, Toph.”
You can’t see it, but her grin’s filthy.
She undoes her fly, not bothering to argue anymore. “Oh, I’ll show you how much of a bitch I can be.”
The sound of her zipper has you jolting up, trying to twist your head back to look her. “Toph, what are you— oh fuck!”
She snickers, tugging your lacies to the side and gliding her tip over your shamefully wet folds. “Don’t know why it took me this long to do this. I should’ve just fucked you stupid the first time you talked back to me.”
A sharp cry rips through your throat when she angles your hips up and immediately slams into you, your back snapping into a bone-cracking arch. “Oh— oh my— I’m— Toph!!!”
Your screams phase out into just as loud moans, your nipples squished and aching against the hardwood of the table as your entire body bounces with the force of her pounding.
“Fuck,” she grunts, hiking one of your thighs up to spread you wider, the toy pumping in and out of you in fast, wet thrusts. “So tight. ‘s been so long since I fucked you, maybe that’s why you’ve been acting up so much. Needy slut.”
You completely lose it when she positions you onto your side, her hand holding your thigh up to her chest, your pussy swollen and well-stretched. The new position also allows you to catch a glimpse of her, and you’re not sure whether you like it or not.
Her pace is so brutal your eyes stay rolled back for so long you thought you were blind, drool pooling down your mouth and onto the table, your usual protests leaving way for squeaky mewls and whines.
The one leg you’re balanced on threatens to give out, spasming uncontrollably while Toph continues fucking you hard and fast. She senses your poor knee wobbling and hitting hers in return, and if you weren’t already crying, you would’ve cried at the mocking laugh she breathes out at your state. “All bark and no fucking bite. Few minutes of my cock and you already can’t stand? Really wish you had support right now, don’t you? Well, I’d help you, but ‘you have hands’. You can do it yourself.”
You hiccup a sob, what was supposed to be a snappy comeback turning into a lewd whimper with a lazy snap of her hips.
Another laugh rumbles through her throat, even more derisive. “What was that? Man, you sure are loud. Silence really isn’t your strong suit either.”
“S-Shut up!” You manage to cry out, cheeks flushed red with shame and all your sobbing. You turn your face away into the table to stop looking at her, your disheveled hair pooling over you. “Fuck you! Go fuck yourself, I hate you!”
She sighs dramatically, tutting and patting your naked hip. “Ah-ah. Such vulgar language, that won’t do. Seems like someone isn’t fucked out enough.”
Panic sets in, your head flying up to glare at her through wide open glazed eyes. “No wait—”
“Don’t worry,” she croons sweetly, the dirtiest of smiles on her face. “I’m not so cruel that I’d ignore your poor, tired leg.”
You’re not dumb enough to be relieved by that, your eyes narrowing as you wait for her next move. “What the hell are you thinking— Ah!”
Your answer is quickly answered by her hands easily flipping you onto your back, hiking both your thighs up to wrap around her waist now. She sneers down at you, her tone deceptively sweet. “See, am I not the most considerate girlfriend ever? With the way you’ve been behaving, I should’ve had you kneeling on rice.”
You wince at the metal digging into you from this position, your wrists still bound behind your back. She chooses to ignore that, her hands sliding over the back of your thighs to the junction of your knees. “There, now you won’t need to tire your legs out. All that’s left for me to exhaust is your stupid, bratty mouth.”
Your prideful scoff doesn’t even get to leave your lips fully before your mouth rips open in a scream, her large fingers pushing down your thighs to your chest and her cock plunging into your tight walls.
“Just keep mouthing off,” she snorts, her tongue darting out to lick her upper lip before it twists into a crooked smirk. “See where that gets you.”
Your attempts are hopeless, tears streaming down your face in waves and either seeping into your hair or forming tiny puddles on the creaking table. You didn’t want to enjoy this so much, you really didn’t — but oh fuck would you be a lying bitch if you said you didn’t miss this.
You can’t even remember what you got mad at her for in the first place, your mind solely focused on the flared tip repeatedly striking your cervix and the unbearably hot woman between your legs.
Your ankles dangle uselessly above your head, and you don’t feel the way your tongue lolls out as you pant breathlessly until you choke on your own drool, causing a pathetic fit of coughing and sniffling.
Her condescending smile doesn’t help the situation; you were making such a fool of yourself you could die from the humiliation. You were just glad she was fucking blind, because god knows what face you were making right now.
“Give me one,” she suddenly demands, matter-of-factly, and you huff at the audacity. Did she think she could just command an orgasm?
Well apparently, she could. She gives you no time to laugh at her order, bucking her hips up and slamming into your G-spot so perfectly you gush out all over the toy with a flustered yelp, some of your slick landing on her lower belly.
Her eyes blow wide open almost as much as yours, her smile growing too, “Oooh, big gush. That’s a good girl.”
Your right eye twitches at the praise, but they both roll back when she resumes her slow rocking against your still twitching cunt.
Hoarse cries leave your quivering mouth when she begins picking up the pace, your legs weakly kicking in her grasp to no avail. “T-Toph, ‘s too much—”
“You’ll keep giving me more.” Her voice’s so firm it cuts through your haze, your features twisting into a puzzled frown. She exhales deeply and you hate the way the sight makes you throb, her bangs damp with sweat and looming over her milky eyes, the rest of her dark hair pooling over her thick shoulders and buff arms, the very ones that were folding you into a mating press.
You croak in pained pleasure at a particularly harsh thrust, one that has your toes curling and your vision blurring. “Toph— I’m—”
She tongues the inside of her cheek in focus, beads of sweat rolling off her neck, “I’ll stop when you say sorry.”
“Wh— .. What!?” You stammer, but your words are once again cut short, this time with a smack to one of your lifted thighs. Her grin’s a twisted thing, her words just as taunting. “What? You sass me all week, and you expect me to let you go with one spank and an orgasm? That’s a dishonor to the mighty Beifong name.”
When more jumbled up, babbled sobs spill from your lips, she cocks an eyebrow, laughing heartily like she wasn’t wrecking your insides. “Aww, what’s with the crying? Weren’t you all smug and cocky a little while ago? Called me a bitch, if I recall correctly? Told me to go fuck myself, too.” She looks up at the ceiling, smiling fondly like she was remembering her favourite memories. “Such good times. Hey, why don’t you say all that to me again? Go on, baby.”
Her gaze is back on you and it’s so sweet you’d think it loving. The only warning you get is the sly squint of her eyes, and the next thing you know, you’re screaming at the top of your lungs and thrashing wildly, her fingers coming down to circle and flick your puffy clit.
“To— Oh! Toph!!” It doesn’t help that your frenzied writhing only pushed your hips up against hers, her cock splitting you further. It was all so overwhelming — her ruthless thrusts striking your spongy spot over and over again, her thumb pressing down on your clit so meanly — you felt your head spin, another orgasm threatening to spill while you were still trying to ride out your previous one.
You’re so far gone when you cum, all mushy and tingly and numb, you could only tell you came by the filthy smirk on her face. “Look at you, all fucked out and stupid.” Her voice is the only thing that registers in your brain, your bleary eyes fluttering shut. A string of needy whimpers and soft cries is pulled out of you when she begins rutting up again. “Toph— please, please—”
“Ohh, begging. That’s a good start.” She muses, quite happy with herself as you try to force your eyes open, the feel of your own slick dripping down your folds to the mattress so vivid, all your senses heightened from the exhaustion. Toph hums impatiently, giving your thigh a warning slap. “You were saying?”
It’s all so unbearable your words keep getting swallowed up by incoming sobs, your entire body trembling under her, “I— please, I can’t. It’s so much.”
She leans down, her lips hovering over yours, close enough for her to feel your shaky breathing against hers, and for you to feel her warm whisper against yours. “Then apologize. Drop your pride, and apologize like the sorry slut that you are.”
Her smile’s gone, her tone more serious.
You swallow thickly, more tears pricking at your eyes from both shame and reluctant arousal. “I’m.. uhm.”
Her glare doesn’t soften, but her hips slowly lift up, the warning clear, and your eyes fly open in panic. “N—No wait! I’m.. I’m sorry.”
“Good,” she gives your swollen clit an approving tap to feel your full-body shudder, but she doesn’t rip her sightless eyes off your face. “Sorry for what?”
You sniffle, heat creeping up your cheeks. “.. For giving you a hard time.”
“No. For being a little bitch. Try again.”
The mind-numbing bliss made this feel more like a fever dream than actual reality, so you helplessly let the words stumble out of your lips. “I’m.. sorry for being a bitch.”
That earns you a small smile from her, and she flicks her fingers, finally freeing your hands from the metal binds. You let out a sigh of relief, bringing your cramping hands to your face, watching your numb digits curl so weakly.
Her hand pries them off your field of view though, back to looming over you, her body heavy against yours. She steals a brief kiss from your dry lips, stroking your thigh up and down. “And say you’re my stupid whore.”
“I’m your— huh, what?!” You blink incredulously, wiping at your teary eyes.
“Okay fine, just say you’re my dumb slut then.”
You stare at her, dumbfounded. “T-That’s the same thing! What are you even—”
She cuts you off, “Round three?”
“I’m your dumb slut.” You quickly sputter out, not giving yourself a chance to even listen to yourself. This whole ordeal made you consider knocking your head hard against a headboard to get amnesia and hopefully never remember this embarrassment again.
On the other hand, your girlfriend’s more than satisfied, smiling with all her teeth as she pinches your cheek and coos at you. “That’s right. My dumb slut. All mine.”
You sigh, the adrenaline wearing off, letting your muscles fully go limp from the force of your two orgasms. Toph pulls out, but before tossing the strap away, she urges you to sit up, which you painfully do.
“Closer,” her hand cradles the back of your head, and you’re confused as she tugs you closer to her. “Why? Closer where— Mmph!”
You’re muffled by her stuffing your mouth with the freshly used toy, that still dripped with your own wetness. You look up at her, baffled, and of course, her gaze’s as heated as it is happy.
She only gives your throat two lazy pumps, before tearing your head off her to hook her finger under your chin and lift your face up. “Just wanted to tell you I know how to keep your mouth busy enough not to sass me next time, so. Just something to keep in mind.”
With the dirtiest snicker, she points down at your soaked cunt then back to your mouth. “It’ll be the same drill. Just different holes.”
“Toph!!”
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* i once tried to slip out of this small hole in the wall of our uni cafeteria because a friend dared me to and i got stuck in it and so many friends had to gather from both sides of the wall to pull and push me and my pants started coming down so i just dropped and fell into this spiky bush and i became known as “stuck in a hole” girl for most of my 2nd year
Sevika stroked your tummy with her knuckles, letting her hand graze against your soft skin as her cock throbbed between her legs.
“You’re shaking,” she whispered softly, stroking a loose strand of your hair behind your hair lovingly, “are you ready?”
“Yeah… but,” you glanced down, “you’re big… you’re so big, I don’t know if it’ll fit.”
“It will,” Sevika reassured you, voice still gentle.
She guided her tip to your entrance and pushed slightly, hoping your wetness would be enough to make your pussy stretch around her. You felt outsized, your fingers gripping the sheets tightly.
“It might hurt, sugar,” she said, moving her hand to interlace her fingers with yours.
She pinned you to the mattress using her weight and her hand, moving her hips into yours—you gasped sharply in pain, eyes squeezing shut, shoulders tensing.
“I-it hurts, it’s—I’m too tight.”
“Yeah… fuck.”
Sevika gave your hand a gentle squeeze as she thrusted inside all the way. Your legs quivered, breaths coming shaky as you laid there and let her work her way through your tightness. Once you were used to it, she started ramming herself inside—her pace so fast you swore you were losing your mind. Your toes curled, eyes rolled back, lips parted but the only little sounds that could escape you were a mix of whimpers and moans.
“Sev—! Ohh! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” You squeezed around her length.
Sevika’s breath hitched. “Do that again, I dare you and I’m gonna fill up this pretty womb til you’re fuckin’ leakin’.”
adult toph beifong x f!reader
warnings: 18+ nsfw smut, strap, rough sex, dirty talk, very heavy breeding kink
summary: toph knows she can't impregnate you with a strap, but just the thought of it turns her on.
toph knew she wouldn’t be a good parent. hell, the thought of motherhood terrified her.
but during sex, when she has her strap stuffed deep inside you, pregnancy is the only thing she can think of.
with toph being blind, she lets her imagination run wild—you waddling around the big house barefoot, carrying the beifong bloodline inside that little belly of yours.
just the thought of it—you helpless and constantly relying on her for everything because your belly is too swollen, because your back hurts, because she bred you so well—was enough to make toph go crazy.
of course, it could never biologically happen, but for now, with you moaning beneath her while she has you in a mating press, she can only imagine.
“haah, i bet that tiny pussy is pulsing around this fucking toy, isn’t it?” she breathed, grabbing your hips tight and forcing you to meet her deep thrusts. “god—just wanna pump you full, baby.”
your eyes rolled back as toph’s filthy words rang through your mind. pump you full? you didn’t understand it, but your girlfriend was fucking you so good and deep with the strap that you didn’t care.
“fuck—yes, toph! pump me full!” you cried out, hands finding her broad shoulders for support.
a low, raspy laugh rumbled from her chest. “yeah? you want me to fucking breed you?”
you blinked, craning your head to look at her—a bit confused. “b-breed..? what do you mean—?”
“pump you full of my fucking cum—that’s what i mean, you goddamn slut,” she hissed, propping her leg and moving your thigh, letting the strap hit your sweet spot over and over again until you cried out.
“wanna get you pregnant. get you all fucking knocked up—keep you pumped full of me ‘til you can’t fucking walk. ‘til you’re waddling around the house,” she cursed under her breath, her hips uncoordinated and messy.
confusion clouded your mind through the haze of pleasure as her words registered. knocked up? pregnant? waddling around the house?
a warm, embarrassed heat flooded your face once you realized what toph was doing. she was roleplaying. she was getting off on the idea of pumping you full until you’re pregnant—pregnant with her babies.
“oh my god, toph!”
“fuuuck, that’s it, cry my name,” toph’s body completely collapsed over yours, her rough, calloused hands tangling in your hair as she pumped into you with the silicone toy. “god—fucking hell—gonna make you a mama, a pretty, helpless mama that only i can take care of.”
despite it not making sense at all, your pussy couldn’t help but clench around the toy that toph fucked you with.
you knew toph absolutely loved to dominate. you knew she loved claiming you in more ways than one—but not once did it ever occur to you that she’d get off on something like this.
“aahh—mph, toph, baby—!”
“oh my god—shit, don’t say my name like that—fuck,” toph babbled incoherent curses against your neck as she nearly folded you in half. “you make my name sound so pretty.”
the wet squelch of your cunt filling the room was nasty and filthy—but it only made toph fuck you harder.
“god—you want to be bred, don’t you? wanna get knocked up so fucking bad, i bet. you want little beifong earthbenders running around our big house, keeping you company while mama’s away on her mission? hmm?”
you felt like you could cum right then and there.
every filthy word, every nasty thought that toph was hurling at you made you see stars. your toes curled in the air as you arched your back, getting lost in the pleasure.
toph’s fingers trailed between your sweaty bodies, her rough fingertips finding your clit and giving the sensitive skin a firm, slow, circular rub.
if her unhinged imagination wasn’t enough to make you cum, then this was it.
with a high keened cry, you wrapped your legs tight around toph’s waist, bringing her muscular, heavy body closer to yours—having her nearly collapse her full weight onto you as her strap bottomed out. you came—hard, clenching around her as you cried her name over and over again.
“toph—oh my god—toophhhh! hmp—mh..”
toph felt like she was losing her goddamn mind. here you were, her sweet girl coming undone over the thought of getting bred by toph fucking beifong.
if you were getting off on just the thought alone like she was — she could only imagine what’d it be like if she could actually knock you up for real.
“god,” toph’s voice was raspy, letting out a breathy, warm laugh against your damp skin. “you nasty, nasty girl. you’re just as dirty as me.”
adult toph beifong x f!reader
warnings: 18+ nsfw smut, strap, rough sex, dirty talk, very heavy breeding kink
summary: toph knows she can't impregnate you with a strap, but just the thought of it turns her on.
toph knew she wouldn’t be a good parent. hell, the thought of motherhood terrified her.
but during sex, when she has her strap stuffed deep inside you, pregnancy is the only thing she can think of.
with toph being blind, she lets her imagination run wild—you waddling around the big house barefoot, carrying the beifong bloodline inside that little belly of yours.
just the thought of it—you helpless and constantly relying on her for everything because your belly is too swollen, because your back hurts, because she bred you so well—was enough to make toph go crazy.
of course, it could never biologically happen, but for now, with you moaning beneath her while she has you in a mating press, she can only imagine.
“haah, i bet that tiny pussy is pulsing around this fucking toy, isn’t it?” she breathed, grabbing your hips tight and forcing you to meet her deep thrusts. “god—just wanna pump you full, baby.”
your eyes rolled back as toph’s filthy words rang through your mind. pump you full? you didn’t understand it, but your girlfriend was fucking you so good and deep with the strap that you didn’t care.
“fuck—yes, toph! pump me full!” you cried out, hands finding her broad shoulders for support.
a low, raspy laugh rumbled from her chest. “yeah? you want me to fucking breed you?”
you blinked, craning your head to look at her—a bit confused. “b-breed..? what do you mean—?”
“pump you full of my fucking cum—that’s what i mean, you goddamn slut,” she hissed, propping her leg and moving your thigh, letting the strap hit your sweet spot over and over again until you cried out.
“wanna get you pregnant. get you all fucking knocked up—keep you pumped full of me ‘til you can’t fucking walk. ‘til you’re waddling around the house,” she cursed under her breath, her hips uncoordinated and messy.
confusion clouded your mind through the haze of pleasure as her words registered. knocked up? pregnant? waddling around the house?
a warm, embarrassed heat flooded your face once you realized what toph was doing. she was roleplaying. she was getting off on the idea of pumping you full until you’re pregnant—pregnant with her babies.
“oh my god, toph!”
“fuuuck, that’s it, cry my name,” toph’s body completely collapsed over yours, her rough, calloused hands tangling in your hair as she pumped into you with the silicone toy. “god—fucking hell—gonna make you a mama, a pretty, helpless mama that only i can take care of.”
despite it not making sense at all, your pussy couldn’t help but clench around the toy that toph fucked you with.
you knew toph absolutely loved to dominate. you knew she loved claiming you in more ways than one—but not once did it ever occur to you that she’d get off on something like this.
“aahh—mph, toph, baby—!”
“oh my god—shit, don’t say my name like that—fuck,” toph babbled incoherent curses against your neck as she nearly folded you in half. “you make my name sound so pretty.”
the wet squelch of your cunt filling the room was nasty and filthy—but it only made toph fuck you harder.
“god—you want to be bred, don’t you? wanna get knocked up so fucking bad, i bet. you want little beifong earthbenders running around our big house, keeping you company while mama’s away on her mission? hmm?”
you felt like you could cum right then and there.
every filthy word, every nasty thought that toph was hurling at you made you see stars. your toes curled in the air as you arched your back, getting lost in the pleasure.
toph’s fingers trailed between your sweaty bodies, her rough fingertips finding your clit and giving the sensitive skin a firm, slow, circular rub.
if her unhinged imagination wasn’t enough to make you cum, then this was it.
with a high keened cry, you wrapped your legs tight around toph’s waist, bringing her muscular, heavy body closer to yours—having her nearly collapse her full weight onto you as her strap bottomed out. you came—hard, clenching around her as you cried her name over and over again.
“toph—oh my god—toophhhh! hmp—mh..”
toph felt like she was losing her goddamn mind. here you were, her sweet girl coming undone over the thought of getting bred by toph fucking beifong.
if you were getting off on just the thought alone like she was — she could only imagine what’d it be like if she could actually knock you up for real.
“god,” toph’s voice was raspy, letting out a breathy, warm laugh against your damp skin. “you nasty, nasty girl. you’re just as dirty as me.”
warnings: 18+ nsfw, SMUT smut, dom!toph, angry!toph, bratty!reader, face slapping (once), degradation, lots of cussing, you get called names, crying (you ofc), multiple orgasms, rough!toph, dirty talk, strap, you get your attitude fucked out of you
summary: you and toph come home after a night out, and she’s seething with jealousy. you call her insecure (yikes) so she fucks you into oblivion
toph IS a brat tamer and i will die on that hill.
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you sigh in relief, as you and toph finally step into your home after a good night out with all your friends. it was 3am, your makeup was smudged, your hair slicked back with sweat, your mind still buzzing sweetly with the aftertaste of alcohol and fresh gossip.
you plop down on the nearest chair, your girlfriend kneeling to unfasten your heels. you smile. she always took such good care of you when you were exhausted so late at night.
or so you thought.
“ouch!” you yelp, sobering up a little at the way her nails harshly dug into your ankle as she undid the straps. you look down at her, confused, her grip unyielding.
oh, she was mad.
you whimper, “toph, you’re hurting me.”
“oh, am i?” she scoffs, throwing your heel away behind her. she lifts herself up to your height, face scrunched in irritation, practically spitting in your face. “am i?”
you frown, pulling back a bit at this sudden tantrum. what was her problem?
“oh, what, now you’re scared of me?” she taunts, leaning closer, ignoring your attempts to pull away. “now i’m the bad person?”
you were completely, utterly lost. you tried thinking about what you could have possibly done to warrant such a reaction from her, but nothing came to mind. you spent the night together, her strong arm looped around your waist, as you danced and mingled with your friends. that was all.
so what was she mad about?
you get startled out of your thoughts when her hands now grip your thighs, digging red crescent shapes into the soft flesh. “t-toph!” you yell, trying to squirm out of her grasp, alarmed. “fucking stop! what the hell is this about!?”
she huffs, “you know what this is about.”
you absolutely hated when she got like this, all petulant and angry. she sucked at communicating, and you had to somehow guess what she was upset about!
you sigh, irritated, “no i don’t, toph! and i certainly won’t figure it out this way! did i do something wrong?”
“oh, oh, did i do something wrong?” she repeats, mocking you in a high pitched tone, “hm, i wonder why my girlfriend is mad! definitely not because i was throwing ass on other people!”
you groan in disbelief, throwing your hands up in the air and rolling your eyes. so that’s what this was about?
“oh please, is this your first time at a club?” you bite back, glaring at her. “and i wasn’t “throwing ass”! i was literally just dancing with the others. it’s kinda how clubs work, genius.” you spit the last word out with venomous sarcasm, angering her further, her nails painfully sinking into your skin.
she exhales through her nose, her brows furrowing even deeper. “so, you’re saying you’re not even gonna at least apologize?”
you let out a sound between a scoff and a laugh, surprised at her audacity. “you want me to apologize for dancing? as if. it’s not my fault you’re so fucking insecure that—”
smack.
she cut your words short, your head whipping to the side, a red mark blossoming onto your cheek. you blink, once, twice, staring dazedly at the wall, trying to process what happened.
you slowly turn your head back to look at her. she simply pulls herself up, standing up straight and stretching her limbs. what the fuck?
“toph, did you just—”
“you know,” she interrupts you, her tone awfully airy for someone so mad (terrible sign), “for someone as bitchy as you, i’d at least expect you to have the guts to back it up. it’s just embarrassing to watch, really. you’re too cocky for someone i can fuck into submission.”
you stammer, caught off guard, flushing with embarrassment, “you— what— huh!? what the fuck does that have to do with—”
“aw,” she coos, ruffling your hair roughly like you were some misbehaving puppy. “you’re gonna apologize to me, baby. whether you like it or not.”
you slap her hand off your head, fuming with rage. “oh fuck off.”
she grins.
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“ah! mmph! ugh! toph!” you sob into the pillow, holding onto it with all your might. your entire body was shaking, knees threatening to give out, your hips only held up by your girlfriend’s death grip.
“shut up,” she spits into your ear, her chest flush against your back. her strap was stuffed into you to the fucking hilt, with barely any prep, as she pounded into you at a punishing pace.
“fucking loud bitch,” she pulled your hips up even higher, deepening her angle, dragging broken whimpers out of you. “see, like i said, you’re all talk. where did all your attitude go? go on, tell me to fuck off again. i dare you.”
you sniffle, burying your face further into the soaked pillow, “i-i just—”
“can’t hear you!” she smacks your ass, just to hear your startled voice pitch up, “what was that? speak up, slut.”
you cry harder, embarrassed, both at how humiliating this whole ordeal was, and especially at how it only made you clench tighter around her. “i-i’m not a slut.. ah..” you protest weakly, uselessly moaning as she somehow fucked you even harder.
she laughs, loud and taunting. “yeah, sure you’re not. what kind of self-respecting woman shakes ass on randoms when her girlfriend’s right next to her? huh? answer me, you whore.”
you could feel all your comebacks and arguments turn into goo, your mushy brain too focused on your abused cervix to process anything else. you really weren’t a slut! ugh, everyone dances at the stupid club.
you yelp when she suddenly grabs your hair, harshly pulling your face off the pillow, her hot breath hitting your cheek. she scoffs, grinning. “look at you. can’t even talk anymore. fucking pathetic.”
she lets your head drop back into the pillow, before resuming her brutal pace. “and i’m still waiting for that apology, princess.” the nickname feels like poison on her tongue, spat out with such hatred.
you could barely feel your insides anymore, your knees violently trembling. you always forgot about the tremendous stamina earthbenders seemed to have, and she was more than delighted to remind you every time.
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“t—toph.. mmgh..” you whimper, an arm over your eyes, ashamed, tears streaming down your face. she had already coaxed three orgasms out of you — all in different positions — and was now folding your legs to your chest in a mating press, thrusting into you so hard you couldn’t believe this was your fourth fucking round.
she sighs, flipping her damp hair back, like all of this was merely a small inconvenience, “still set on not apologizing? i gotta say, it’s real cute seeing you latch onto that last bit of dignity you have left.”
she chuckles, prying your arm off your face so you could stare at her in all her might.
her hair tie had long since slipped off her slick, sweaty hair from all the movement, letting her long luscious locks loose. you watched her chest heave with her breaths, beads of sweat luring your eyes into following them, trickling down her neck to her cleavage. fuck.
this was why you put up with her immature bullshit. the strap was too fire.
she leans down, bringing her face to yours, and tuts. “seriously, what are you trying to act all proud for? i literally just fucked you into speechlessness, and thrice. just give in already, make this easier for both of us.” she smirks, pressing a condescending kiss to your lips, “go on. i’ll give you a minute.”
she stops her furious pounding, now gently rocking into you. you sniffle, embarrassed, overstimulated, and most of all; frustrated.
frustrated with how pathetic you were being, frustrated with how inconsiderate and unbearable she was.. and even more frustrated with how this all had you lewdly leaking around her, the line between pain and pleasure becoming a hazy blur.
she pats your cheek firmly, close to a slap, snapping you out of your thoughts. “hey, i said i’d give you a minute, not an hour. i don’t have all day. go on. say sorry.”
you stare at her; at that smug, annoying excuse of a girlfriend. you wish you could just beat that stupid grin off her face, but the only thing getting beat around here was your ego and your used cunt.
“i said,” she tugs at your bottom lip, before catching it between her teeth, “apologize.” she bites the plump flesh.
you whimper in pain, your eyes squeezing shut.
but they quickly fly open in panic when you feel her start picking up her pace again, your abused pussy aching with every tiny move like it was pricked with a thousand needles, the weight of all your rounds crashing down on you. the pain was now unbearable, clouding all your senses.
“n-no stop! please! i can’t! i—i’m—” you sob, clawing at her back, “i-i’m sorry! no more!”
she chuckles, slowing back down. “good girl. was that so hard? now, tell me, what are you sorry for?”
you bawl, arms wrapped around her strong shoulders, giving up on that last shred of self respect you had left, “i-i’m sorry for... dancing with other people..”
she huffs, giving you a small warning thrust that elicits a pained cry from you. “throwing ass. you were throwing ass on others, not just dancing. stop making it sound like i overreacted. say it properly.”
you sniffle, clinging to her like a lifeline, eyes half-lidded, the fight completely drained out of you, “i.. i’m sorry.. for.. throwing ass on other people..”
she snickers, pressing a mean kiss to your cheek. “that’s a good girl. who do you belong to?”
“y-you, toph.. only you.. i-i’m sorry, i promise i won’t do it again.”
“that’s right, you won’t,” she kisses your temple, then your nose. “mine. only mine.”
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* needless to say, everything is consensual and safe words were established beforehand 💕 this was requested! reblogs and replies are appreciated :)
warnings: 18+ nsfw, SMUT smut, dom!toph, angry!toph, bratty!reader, face slapping (once), degradation, lots of cussing, you get called names, crying (you ofc), multiple orgasms, rough!toph, dirty talk, strap, you get your attitude fucked out of you
summary: you and toph come home after a night out, and she’s seething with jealousy. you call her insecure (yikes) so she fucks you into oblivion
toph IS a brat tamer and i will die on that hill.
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you sigh in relief, as you and toph finally step into your home after a good night out with all your friends. it was 3am, your makeup was smudged, your hair slicked back with sweat, your mind still buzzing sweetly with the aftertaste of alcohol and fresh gossip.
you plop down on the nearest chair, your girlfriend kneeling to unfasten your heels. you smile. she always took such good care of you when you were exhausted so late at night.
or so you thought.
“ouch!” you yelp, sobering up a little at the way her nails harshly dug into your ankle as she undid the straps. you look down at her, confused, her grip unyielding.
oh, she was mad.
you whimper, “toph, you’re hurting me.”
“oh, am i?” she scoffs, throwing your heel away behind her. she lifts herself up to your height, face scrunched in irritation, practically spitting in your face. “am i?”
you frown, pulling back a bit at this sudden tantrum. what was her problem?
“oh, what, now you’re scared of me?” she taunts, leaning closer, ignoring your attempts to pull away. “now i’m the bad person?”
you were completely, utterly lost. you tried thinking about what you could have possibly done to warrant such a reaction from her, but nothing came to mind. you spent the night together, her strong arm looped around your waist, as you danced and mingled with your friends. that was all.
so what was she mad about?
you get startled out of your thoughts when her hands now grip your thighs, digging red crescent shapes into the soft flesh. “t-toph!” you yell, trying to squirm out of her grasp, alarmed. “fucking stop! what the hell is this about!?”
she huffs, “you know what this is about.”
you absolutely hated when she got like this, all petulant and angry. she sucked at communicating, and you had to somehow guess what she was upset about!
you sigh, irritated, “no i don’t, toph! and i certainly won’t figure it out this way! did i do something wrong?”
“oh, oh, did i do something wrong?” she repeats, mocking you in a high pitched tone, “hm, i wonder why my girlfriend is mad! definitely not because i was throwing ass on other people!”
you groan in disbelief, throwing your hands up in the air and rolling your eyes. so that’s what this was about?
“oh please, is this your first time at a club?” you bite back, glaring at her. “and i wasn’t “throwing ass”! i was literally just dancing with the others. it’s kinda how clubs work, genius.” you spit the last word out with venomous sarcasm, angering her further, her nails painfully sinking into your skin.
she exhales through her nose, her brows furrowing even deeper. “so, you’re saying you’re not even gonna at least apologize?”
you let out a sound between a scoff and a laugh, surprised at her audacity. “you want me to apologize for dancing? as if. it’s not my fault you’re so fucking insecure that—”
smack.
she cut your words short, your head whipping to the side, a red mark blossoming onto your cheek. you blink, once, twice, staring dazedly at the wall, trying to process what happened.
you slowly turn your head back to look at her. she simply pulls herself up, standing up straight and stretching her limbs. what the fuck?
“toph, did you just—”
“you know,” she interrupts you, her tone awfully airy for someone so mad (terrible sign), “for someone as bitchy as you, i’d at least expect you to have the guts to back it up. it’s just embarrassing to watch, really. you’re too cocky for someone i can fuck into submission.”
you stammer, caught off guard, flushing with embarrassment, “you— what— huh!? what the fuck does that have to do with—”
“aw,” she coos, ruffling your hair roughly like you were some misbehaving puppy. “you’re gonna apologize to me, baby. whether you like it or not.”
you slap her hand off your head, fuming with rage. “oh fuck off.”
she grins.
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“ah! mmph! ugh! toph!” you sob into the pillow, holding onto it with all your might. your entire body was shaking, knees threatening to give out, your hips only held up by your girlfriend’s death grip.
“shut up,” she spits into your ear, her chest flush against your back. her strap was stuffed into you to the fucking hilt, with barely any prep, as she pounded into you at a punishing pace.
“fucking loud bitch,” she pulled your hips up even higher, deepening her angle, dragging broken whimpers out of you. “see, like i said, you’re all talk. where did all your attitude go? go on, tell me to fuck off again. i dare you.”
you sniffle, burying your face further into the soaked pillow, “i-i just—”
“can’t hear you!” she smacks your ass, just to hear your startled voice pitch up, “what was that? speak up, slut.”
you cry harder, embarrassed, both at how humiliating this whole ordeal was, and especially at how it only made you clench tighter around her. “i-i’m not a slut.. ah..” you protest weakly, uselessly moaning as she somehow fucked you even harder.
she laughs, loud and taunting. “yeah, sure you’re not. what kind of self-respecting woman shakes ass on randoms when her girlfriend’s right next to her? huh? answer me, you whore.”
you could feel all your comebacks and arguments turn into goo, your mushy brain too focused on your abused cervix to process anything else. you really weren’t a slut! ugh, everyone dances at the stupid club.
you yelp when she suddenly grabs your hair, harshly pulling your face off the pillow, her hot breath hitting your cheek. she scoffs, grinning. “look at you. can’t even talk anymore. fucking pathetic.”
she lets your head drop back into the pillow, before resuming her brutal pace. “and i’m still waiting for that apology, princess.” the nickname feels like poison on her tongue, spat out with such hatred.
you could barely feel your insides anymore, your knees violently trembling. you always forgot about the tremendous stamina earthbenders seemed to have, and she was more than delighted to remind you every time.
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“t—toph.. mmgh..” you whimper, an arm over your eyes, ashamed, tears streaming down your face. she had already coaxed three orgasms out of you — all in different positions — and was now folding your legs to your chest in a mating press, thrusting into you so hard you couldn’t believe this was your fourth fucking round.
she sighs, flipping her damp hair back, like all of this was merely a small inconvenience, “still set on not apologizing? i gotta say, it’s real cute seeing you latch onto that last bit of dignity you have left.”
she chuckles, prying your arm off your face so you could stare at her in all her might.
her hair tie had long since slipped off her slick, sweaty hair from all the movement, letting her long luscious locks loose. you watched her chest heave with her breaths, beads of sweat luring your eyes into following them, trickling down her neck to her cleavage. fuck.
this was why you put up with her immature bullshit. the strap was too fire.
she leans down, bringing her face to yours, and tuts. “seriously, what are you trying to act all proud for? i literally just fucked you into speechlessness, and thrice. just give in already, make this easier for both of us.” she smirks, pressing a condescending kiss to your lips, “go on. i’ll give you a minute.”
she stops her furious pounding, now gently rocking into you. you sniffle, embarrassed, overstimulated, and most of all; frustrated.
frustrated with how pathetic you were being, frustrated with how inconsiderate and unbearable she was.. and even more frustrated with how this all had you lewdly leaking around her, the line between pain and pleasure becoming a hazy blur.
she pats your cheek firmly, close to a slap, snapping you out of your thoughts. “hey, i said i’d give you a minute, not an hour. i don’t have all day. go on. say sorry.”
you stare at her; at that smug, annoying excuse of a girlfriend. you wish you could just beat that stupid grin off her face, but the only thing getting beat around here was your ego and your used cunt.
“i said,” she tugs at your bottom lip, before catching it between her teeth, “apologize.” she bites the plump flesh.
you whimper in pain, your eyes squeezing shut.
but they quickly fly open in panic when you feel her start picking up her pace again, your abused pussy aching with every tiny move like it was pricked with a thousand needles, the weight of all your rounds crashing down on you. the pain was now unbearable, clouding all your senses.
“n-no stop! please! i can’t! i—i’m—” you sob, clawing at her back, “i-i’m sorry! no more!”
she chuckles, slowing back down. “good girl. was that so hard? now, tell me, what are you sorry for?”
you bawl, arms wrapped around her strong shoulders, giving up on that last shred of self respect you had left, “i-i’m sorry for... dancing with other people..”
she huffs, giving you a small warning thrust that elicits a pained cry from you. “throwing ass. you were throwing ass on others, not just dancing. stop making it sound like i overreacted. say it properly.”
you sniffle, clinging to her like a lifeline, eyes half-lidded, the fight completely drained out of you, “i.. i’m sorry.. for.. throwing ass on other people..”
she snickers, pressing a mean kiss to your cheek. “that’s a good girl. who do you belong to?”
“y-you, toph.. only you.. i-i’m sorry, i promise i won’t do it again.”
“that’s right, you won’t,” she kisses your temple, then your nose. “mine. only mine.”
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* needless to say, everything is consensual and safe words were established beforehand 💕 this was requested! reblogs and replies are appreciated :)
adult!toph who could spend hours between your legs as you tremble beneath her, savoring every moan and whimper that came out of your mouth.
adult!toph who makes you cum over and over again from her tongue alone like she's on a mission (a mission to please you ofc). every single orgasm results in her just diving right back in for another round.
adult!toph who tightens her grip on your thighs if you try to pull away. if you keep on persisting and squirming, she will bend metal restraints on your hand and around your waist to keep you pinned.
adult!toph who is such a tease and will edge you multiple times just because she likes hearing the way your heart races as you beg her to make you cum.
adult!toph who is so cocky during aftercare. she will brag about her skills and how she made you cum so many times while you stare at her in deadpan just trying to catch your breath. all this while wiping you down carefully and cuddles.
adult!toph who is also a secret softie because while she's bragging, she is wiping you down carefully before ending it all with cuddles (she's taking this secret to her grave).
was it obvious this is my first time writing nsfw even though i've read so many
adult!toph who could spend hours between your legs as you tremble beneath her, savoring every moan and whimper that came out of your mouth.
adult!toph who makes you cum over and over again from her tongue alone like she's on a mission (a mission to please you ofc). every single orgasm results in her just diving right back in for another round.
adult!toph who tightens her grip on your thighs if you try to pull away. if you keep on persisting and squirming, she will bend metal restraints on your hand and around your waist to keep you pinned.
adult!toph who is such a tease and will edge you multiple times just because she likes hearing the way your heart races as you beg her to make you cum.
adult!toph who is so cocky during aftercare. she will brag about her skills and how she made you cum so many times while you stare at her in deadpan just trying to catch your breath. all this while wiping you down carefully and cuddles.
adult!toph who is also a secret softie because while she's bragging, she is wiping you down carefully before ending it all with cuddles (she's taking this secret to her grave).
was it obvious this is my first time writing nsfw even though i've read so many
adult toph beifong x f!reader
warnings: 18+ nsfw smut, strap, rough sex, dirty talk, choking
summary: toph knows how much you love her muscles. she also knows how much you adore them when they're wrapped around your neck. based on this request.
toph beifong was never a woman who liked to play gentle.
she was always rough around the edges, basking in her own power and relishing the praise she would get for simply being strong. not only did that mindset of hers apply to the battlefield, but it also applied during sex—and right now, you were a victim to that very trait.
“oh my—fuuck, you’re droolin’ all over my arms, sweet girl,” toph cooed in your ear.
it was a sound that came off rough, deep, and gravelly—yet the little taunt she had in it was enough to make you clench tight around the silicone strap she had stuffed deep in your abused hole.
“mh… hmp… t-tophhhh…” you whined as you stared at yourself in the mirror.
right now, toph had you at the edge of the bed, bouncing on her lap in front of the mirror. she couldn’t see you—but fuck, she wished she could. she had one strong, beefy arm wrapped around your neck and her other hand pressed into the back of your head, effectively pinning you into a headlock.
this position had you completely vulnerable, forced to stare at yourself as you drooled all over toph’s big forearms.
her thick, hard, warm muscles pressed and flexed against your neck. she felt every pulse and flutter of your throat every time she held the headlock tighter—just enough to make you gasp, but never enough to make you struggle. not too much, at least.
“good girl, gooood fucking girl,” toph praised, her tongue darting out to lick the shell of your ear. “bet you like it when i have you like this, huh? vulnerable and completely fucking mine.”
you didn’t answer. you couldn’t. you were stuck in a babbling, incoherent mess as toph fucked you stupid.
“answer me.” toph’s arm flexed around your neck, making you gasp. “tell me who you belong to.”
you tried sucking in air—your body bouncing on toph’s lap as the toy filled you deeper and deeper, forcing you to stretch around her. “mhpp.. y..yo—ouh!”
toph shook her head, clicking her tongue. “use your words, pretty girl. come on, baby. i know you can. who do you belong to?”
despite your vulnerable position, you loved to rile her up.
your eyes rolled back, neck craning and back arching just to peer up at her, admiring the way her teal, sightless eyes were half lidded, staring a little bit past your face as her nose nuzzled into your hair.
“aah.. mph…” you continued to moan, not giving her what she wanted to hear just yet.
toph’s jaw clenched, wrapping her right arm firmly around your neck until her biceps and forearms completely sheathed your shoulders. you continued to gasp, jaw hung open as you drew in desperate breaths.
toph felt the flutter of your heart rate, the way you panted beneath her, and she relished in the sound.
you were so small. so helpless. she could easily snap you in half if she wanted to. she loved knowing she had complete control over you—over your mind, your body, and your pleasure.
staring at how toph had you in a headlock in the mirror, you only grew wetter. the sounds of the silicone toy pushing into you were met with every nasty squelch, squelch, squelch.
“goddammit, sweetheart! tell me, tell me who you fucking belong to—” she rutted her hips upward, faster and harder, making you cry out in her arms. “—don’t.. piss me off.”
you started to get dizzy, tongue poking out as you drew in desperate breaths from your mouth like a dog. the room smelled of sex and sweat.
“y-you, toph—belong.. to you..—”
toph let out a low and vibrating growl against the crook of your neck. she didn’t loosen her grip. hearing those words made her squeeze just a fraction tighter, her bicep bunching against your windpipe as she savored the absolute surrender and vulnerability in your voice.
“damn right,” she rasped, her breath hot against your skin. “say it again. i want to feel it vibrating in your throat.”
she increased the pace, her hips slamming into you so hard that it made the mirror in front of you rattle against the wall.
you were a mess of tangled limbs and slick skin, your vision swimming as the lack of air and the overwhelming friction sent you spiraling.
every time the toy bottomed out, a high, broken sound escaped your lips, a sound she caught and swallowed as she turned her head to press a messy dominant kiss to your jaw.
“louder,” she commanded roughly. “let the whole fucking kingdom know who you belong to.”
your fingers clawed uselessly at her thick forearms, nails digging into the hard meat of her muscle, but she didn’t even flinch. she liked the struggle. she liked the way you fought for air even as you leaned into the pain, your body betraying exactly how much you craved her brutal affection.
“i-i’m yours… all yours, toph… please—”
“please what?” she teased, her thumb tracing the line of your pulse, which was drumming frantically against her palm.
“you want me to stop? or do you want me to break you?”
and in this moment, you didn’t know which one you wanted more.
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