The most vulnerable you’ll ever catch Megumi is completely naked, stretched out on top of you with nothing between your bare skin and his, just like right now.
His weight feels perfect, heavy in the best way, chest pressed flush to yours so you feel every breath he takes. One of his hands cradles the side of your face, thumb stroking slow circles over your cheekbone, while the other grips your hand tightly. His cock is buried deep inside you and he rocks into you with these slow thrusts that drag against every sensitive inch. He’s never in a rush. Never.
“Megumi…” Your voice comes out shaky as he pushes in again slowly. Your walls flutter around him and he lets out this quiet breath against your neck.
“Shh.. I’ve got you,” he murmurs, voice low and a little rough. He pulls back until just the tip is stretching you open, then sinks back in so deep your toes curl. Every thrust is thought through, his hips rolling in this steady rhythm that grinds his pelvis against your clit on every downstroke. He kisses the corner of your mouth, then your jaw, breath hot against your skin.
“Look at me.”
You do. Those dark blue eyes are half-lidded and locked on yours. He squeezes your hand harder and thrusts a little deeper, angling his hips until he hits that spot that makes your back arch. A soft, needy sound slips out of you, he swallows it with a slow kiss, tongue brushing yours like he’s tasting how good you feel.
“Fuck, you’re... so perfect,” he whispers against your lips. Your thighs tremble around his waist, yet he doesn’t speed up, he just keeps that same devastatingly slow pace, grinding in circles while he’s buried into you, letting you feel every inch of him stretching you, worshipping you. Your free hand slides down to grip his ass, pulling him closer and he makes this low sound in his throat.
“Yeah… just like that.” He presses his forehead to yours, breathing with you as the pleasure builds heavy in your belly. Every time he pulls out, your pussy clenches like it doesn’t want to let him go. Every time he pushes back in, you feel so full it borders on too much. You’re getting close, your legs are shaking, your breath is coming in short gasps. Megumi notices, of course he does. He shifts just a fraction, changing the angle and starts rocking into that perfect spot over and over, still slow but firmer now.
“Come on,” he says quietly, voice strained. “Let me feel you. I want to feel you come around me.”
It hits you hard, waves of pleasure crashing through your body as your pussy spasms tight around his cock, soaking him. You moan his name into his shoulder, nails digging into his back as he keeps moving through it. Only then does he let himself chase it. His thrusts get a little deeper, a little less controlled, hips stuttering as he buries his face in your neck.
“I love you,” he breathes. “Fuck… I love you.”
He comes with a quiet groan, cock pulsing inside you as he fills you up. He stays there afterward, your bodies still locked together and breathing hard.
Because Megumi never fucks. He loves. And when he loves, he makes sure you feel every single bit of it.
girls deserve to feel comfortable existing in their body in every way. girls deserve to not be sexualized just for existing. girls deserve to feel safe in the body theyre in. girls deserve to feel beautiful in their most natural states. girls deserve to exist and take up space
kirishima who bends you over his legs and flips your skirt up and lands spank after spank on your cute ass until he sees your panties soaked. then starts to rub at your clit and puffy pussy through your panties til you’re squirming in his hold, spanking you again to get you to sit still. whispering the most taunting words to you as he brings you riiight to the edge just to pull back and start spanking you again. then he’ll bring you right back to the edge, listening to you plead and lets you finally tip over and cum but pulls his hand away and watches you whine and soak your panties.
and then he feels bad so he kisses your ass, rubbing soothing circles into the heated flesh before he kisses down your center and eats you out so sweet and soft through your panties and when you cum again he lifts up and coos again. “i don’t like punishing my sweet girl but you can’t be all over my friends like that baby.” moats soft kisses to my ass. “but kiri i wasn’t.” you sniffle, still squirming in his arms. “no? you were hanging off of bakugo?” you gasp when he lands a soft spank. “i.. mmm..” you cover your face. “i know baby, i know. let’s call him over and clear this up, yeah?” and he starts rubbing you over your panties again while he presses his phone to his ear.
when katsuki picks up he hears you whining and the telling shlick shlick shlick as kiri bounces you on his cock. “hey man.” kiri groans. “my girl- ngh! my girl was naughty tonight.”
katsuki rolls his eyes. “seems like you’re taking care of it just fine.” he lounges back on his couch.
“i didn’t- mmm!!!” you squeal followed by a spank.
“you did.” kiri coos. “i’m asking kats right now.”
“geez shitty hair.. what do you need me on the phone for? don’t know how to fuck your girl?”
“‘m asking if you wanna come over and help.” kiri pants.
your mind goes fuzzy after that as they keep talking and kiri keeps hammering up into you. you’re buried in his neck, clinging onto him like your life depends on it that you don’t even realize the phone call ended. minutes drip by as kiri pulls orgasms from you and you’re only brought back to the present when a hand tangles in your hair and lifts your head.
shoto coming home after a long day and all he wants is for you to sit on his cock and bounce up and down while he’s relaxing on the couch. he’s blinking up at you with lidded eyes, lips parted letting out soft groans and hands gripped into the plush of your hips.
“keep going.” it’s almost a plea. your thighs are burning and you’re panting, trying your hardest to keep your rhythm but you falter, pressing against his chest and grinding against him. “got you.” he kisses the side of your head.
he secretly loves when you get too tired and he gets to use you, fucking you up and down like his personal pocket pussy. his fingers digging into your skin, his breath coming out in shallow pants while all your noises spill directly into his ear. when you cum, little stars spackle his vision as he fucks up into you harder, faster, using your pussy until he’s spent.
you’re sprawled out on your back, chest heaving and thighs spread wide by two different pairs of hands. when you look down you can see denki and hanta making out just an inch away from your pussy, strings of spit and slick keeping the three of you connected. your hips cant up impatiently, whining until hanta lets go of denki and dips back down to your clit.
“ngh!” you arch off the bed.
your legs shake when you feel denki slip two fingers into you, slowly fucking and scissoring you open. sero flicks his tongue over your clit until he hears that one loud moan, smirking cause he knows you’re done for. he slips his own fingers inside you next to denki’s, still torturing your clit with his tongue as they fuck their fingers into you.
“gonna- ahh! gonnaaaaa!” your breath catches and you cum all over their fingers, legs twitching in their hold.
“got you stretched out pretty good.” sero places a soft kiss on your clit.
denki watches your pussy suck in their four fingers with hearts in his eyes. “what if.. me n hanta slide in here together?” his dick twitches at the thought. “hm? stretch you open til your brain turns to mush?”
“yes.” it’s a breathy plea. “yes both, yes.” your hair is clung to your sweaty forehead as you nod your head.
you’re still coming down as they pull off their clothes and move you around. with a huff you land on denki’s chest, blinking slowly as he cups your cheeks and brings your lips to his. you taste yourself on his tongue, moaning into him when he slips his tongue into your mouth.
“just gonna..” hanta lifts your hips up and denki bends his knees. “alright pretty girl.” he hums, dragging a hand up your spine.
denki tosses his head back into the pillows when sero wraps his hand around his cock and smushes it against his own, jerking them together and coating them in your slick. they’re both leaking out pre, and moaning as sero pumps them, lowly chuckling when he swipes against denki’s tip and a fat bead of pre leaks out.
“‘s gonna be a stretch.” sero pats your hips and lines them up. “just breathe for us.”
your mouth falls open when you feel them both nudging at your pussy, eyes rolling back as they push their tips in and stop to let you get used to the fullness of them both. your ass is perked into the air, your lungs completely empty as they move just an inch.
“fuck you gotta relax babe.” denki pants. “here.”
he slips his hand between the both of you and his fingers rub tight circles over your clit. your head falls to his chest, pussy spasming around the both of them as they keep sliding in. it feels like an eternity until they’re buried inside you but once they settle, the knot in your tummy bursts and you cum around them, whining and pleading as denki keeps his fingers moving.
“did such a good job.” sero squeezes your hip. “let us know when we can move.”
your mind is catching up and relaxing with how full you are, you shift your hips, sending the three of you moaning and pressing closer. you nod, panting, pleading, everything to get them to start moving and when they both drag out together, your body hums in pleasure.
they keep their movements slow, calculated as you’re still adjusting but once that period is over they lock eyes and start a new rhythm. when sero pulls out denki is pumping in. your toes are curled, thighs shaking and lashes fluttering, completely limp between them as they give you pleasure like you’ve never known.
“hanta..” denki groans. “fuck hanta it’s so good.” he reaches up with a shaky hand and grabs onto sero’s forearm.
“getting just as fucked out as her, huh denks?” sero let’s out a soft laugh.
“feels s’good.” denki’s hips jerking up on their own.
“mnnghh!” you bury your head in denki’s neck.
“wantin me and denki to fill you up? hm? stuff you full?” sero’s stomach flexes, groaning at the feel of denki fucking against him.
“please.” you gasp. “pleeease!”
that’s all denki needs to hear before he’s whining and filling you with his cum. sero groans feeling denki fill you and can’t push off anymore, fucking his own cum into you. the feel of them both still rutting and filling you sends you over the edge again, coating their dicks creamy white and making a mess of your pussy. they slowly pull out, whispering to you as you flatten against denki and leak all over him.
“you were so perfect.” “did so good.” “took us so well.” “perfect pussy baby.” “you feel so good.” “let us clean you up.”
you end up on your back again with them between your thighs, sucking their cum out of you and pressing soft kisses all over your thighs and pussy. you cum again, eyes fluttering shut and falling asleep as they shower you in more praise and kisses.
i think i don't really vibe with most other fans of my favorite male characters is because they usually depict them too much of a man, and i am not interested in men, i am interested in The Character. and i am not saying that they should depict them as women, or nonbinary, or should depict them as feminine, no, not at all. but there's like, you know, you can depict a male character as The Character, and you can depict them as The Man. do you get me? like, i go to the fandom looking for art and fics, and it's just, regardless of his actual characterization, it's all just fantasizing about some kind of an abstract dominant patriarch, wearing my favorite character's face. it may be the most totally-wouldnt-have-normal-relationships (and sometimes even would-literally-abuse-you) kind of guy, and you join a dedicated space for his fans, and all they talk about is how they want to marry and start a tradcore 50s style nuclear family with him. it can be a guy who's arrogance and attempts of domination are explicitly shown to be a facade that hide the fact that he's actually kind of a massive pathetic wet loser, and you go to his fics, and they're all depicting him as a caricaturish daddy dom. at this point it's like, do you even like the character at all, or do you just like The Man, and project this man onto whatever character you find visually attractive? and these people kind of, really really poison actual discussion of the character, who is kind of a fucked up evil person (i only like *those* types, so im talking about them) because they see analysis of the actual character as an attack on their fantasized daddy dom husband, who is actually isn't The Character at all, and is simply a face of the day for The Man
getting so high and handsy with sero and you’re humping against his sweats like some cock hungry bunny and he’s leaning back, hands behind his head, lazy grin on his face while you grind against his cock. he rests a hand on the back of your neck and pulls you close but doesn’t kiss you, lets your lips brush against his, chuckling at the noises that spill from your lips.
he starts jerking his hips up, smirking at the wet spot you’re leaving on the front of his sweats, the way your nipples are poking through your shirt and pressing into his chest as you scoot closer. he lets you rut against him faster, knowing you’re close with the way you’re trembling and then he stops your hips and you whine.
“hush bunny.”
he bucks his hips up and flips you over so he can grind his dick into your little shorts and kiss all over your neck while you fall apart under him.
No matter how you started, you always ended up like this.
Tonight it began with you on top, straddling Valko’s lap, hands braced on his broad chest as you rode him with vigour, savoring the way his eyes fluttered and his breath hitched every time you rolled your hips just right.
“Fuck, doll… you look so good like this,” he groaned, hands gripping your thighs, thumbs stroking the soft skin there. His tail thumped lazily against the bed, ears twitching with pleasure.
You leaned down to kiss him, smiling against his lips.
He hummed, clearly enjoying the view. For about five minutes.
Then his hands tightened on your hips. That familiar hungry glint appeared in his golden eyes. In one smooth, powerful motion he flipped you both, putting you on your hands and knees before you could even protest.
“Valko-!”
“Shh,” he murmured, voice already rough as he pressed against your back, lips brushing your ear. “Just feels good like this. Can’t help it.”
You tried to tease him even as he pushed back inside you with one smooth thrust. “You always say that.”
“Because it’s true,” he groaned, hips snapping forward in that perfect, mind melting rhythm. One big hand pressed between your shoulder blades, keeping your chest down while your ass stayed up exactly how he liked it. “You look so fucking pretty arched like this. All mine.”
His other hand grabbed your thigh, holding you in place as he fucked you harder, deeper, the wet sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. No matter if you started riding him, in missionary, or even spooning, somehow, some way, you always ended up right here.
Face down, ass up, with your boyfriend pounding into you like he was made for it.
You moaned into the pillow, pushing back to meet his thrusts. “Admit it… you’re just a dog at heart.”
He chuckled, leaning over you to bite gently at your shoulder. “Not like you mind it.”
It's expected for a mansion such as Wayne Manor to have such luxuries, sure, but so many of them sat untouched for years. You didn't even know they existed until Bruce told you to bring a swimsuit.
Your stay at home dates with Bruce often included a bottle of wine and some candles, though the jets whirling bubbles around the sizeable tub are new.
Bruce thinks that you're stunning no matter what, but something about seeing you, half-naked, with the heat swirling around him had your lover itching with a need to you.
"You locked the door when we came in, right?" In all honesty, Bruce doesn't care what your answer is; he's devouring you, right here, right now, whether the door is locked or not. In fact, he's already began releasing your breasts from your swim top.
He licks at your sensitive skin like it's the first thing he's tasted in years, his wet hands coming to rest on your waist. It isn't long before he guides you back and forth to rub on his erection through the fabric of the swimsuits.
"Such a pretty girl..." He whispers between licks on your chest, "My pretty girl."
If Bruce were to be hit with some sort of truth serum and asked what his weakness is, his answer would be you- especially in the warmth of the hot tub with your body pressing so sweetly against his.
You're in for a long night.
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A/N: day three of posting consecutively! lets see how long i can make it!
the group is settling into alexandria. well...most are. daryl is still trying. the community holds a welcome party for you all, including bonfires, live music, drinks, and nice clothes. clothes that no one in the group thought they'd be wearing ever again.
daryl's sitting a good few yards away from the crowd of alexandrians, chewing on a toothpick to avoid talking to anybody. he's thinking to himself this is some bullshit, everyone dressed in suits and dresses acting like the world ain't over outside these walls. just moaning and groaning under his breath like always.
but then you walk into the crowd. you're wearing a flowery strappy sundress that falls mid-thigh on you. you're no longer in your disgusting, bloodied up clothes and your hair is no longer matted and gross. you're clean, glowing, and beautiful. daryl's mind goes silent for the first time in a long time.
he watches you make your way through people, before taking a seat beside maggie as she hands you a drink with a smile on her face.
carol interrupts daryl's wandering eyes.
"not complaining anymore, huh?" the small smile on her face grows into a knowing smirk.
daryl sits up immediately, swatting her away with his arm in the air.
"man shut up. dunno the hell you talkin' about" he mutters under his breath.
carol walks away cackling. daryl pretends to not look at you the rest of the night.
you definitely notice. the blush creeping on your cheeks gives it away.
Daryl Dixon knows how to do a lot of things.
Hunting. Tracking. Killing. Surviving.
So why the fuck is he stumbling over his words and fumbling when he's around you?
Daryl Dixon knows how to do a lot of things.
Tracking a deer through mud and silence in the dead of winter? Easy.
Splitting apart a walker’s skull in one clean motion without getting splattered? Routine.
Finding water in places most people would’ve already died of thirst in? Second nature.
Fixing broken crossbows, reading the wind, building traps from scrap metal and instinct? He could do it half asleep.
But you?
You make him feel like he’s seventeen again and don’t know where to put his hands.
It starts small.
At least, it does in his head.
You asking him a question and him answering too fast, voice coming out rougher than intended. You laughing at something Carol said and him missing half the conversation because he’s watching your face instead of listening.
You saying his name and suddenly he forgets what he was doing with his own damn hands.
The bolt he was tightening slips.
He mutters something under his breath that would’ve made Merle proud and turns away like the wall is suddenly the most interesting thing in the world.
Behind him, Glenn notices immediately.
“Oh my god,” Glenn whispers to Maggie. “He’s doing it again.”
Maggie doesn’t even look up. “Leave him alone.”
Daryl Dixon does not get flustered.
That’s the lie he tells himself.
He just… gets distracted.
Yeah. That’s it.
Distracted.
Not because you’re sitting on the tailgate of a truck with the sun hitting your face just right and your sleeves pushed up and your voice soft when you’re talking to Judith.
Not because you handed him a can of food earlier and your fingers brushed his for half a second and suddenly his brain went blank like someone unplugged him.
Not because you smiled at him when he came back from a run—like you were actually glad he made it back—and he had to look away so hard it almost gave him whiplash.
No.
Just distracted.
The first time he really embarrasses himself is at the fence.
You’re helping repair it, standing beside him with wire cutters and steady hands while he tightens a section of mesh.
It’s quiet.
Comfortable in that rare post-apocalypse way where nothing is actively trying to kill you for five whole minutes.
“You’re good at this,” you say casually.
Daryl snorts. “Ain’t hard.”
You hum, like you don’t fully believe him.
“Still. You make it look easy.”
That does it.
Something in his chest tightens so fast it almost hurts.
He shrugs too hard, misjudges the angle, and jams the pliers straight into his own thumb.
“Shit—”
He yanks his hand back instantly, cradling it like it’s betrayed him personally.
You turn toward him immediately. “Are you okay?”
“Fine,” he snaps automatically.
Too fast.
Too sharp.
You step closer anyway, because of course you do.
“Daryl, let me see.”
“I said I’m fine.”
You don’t listen.
Of course you don’t.
You reach for his hand anyway and that’s where the real problem starts.
Because the second your fingers wrap around his wrist, his entire brain turns to static.
He goes very still.
Too still.
Like a deer realizing it’s already been seen.
Your touch is gentle as you inspect his thumb. “It’s not bad. Just a cut.”
“Yeah,” he manages. “Told ya.”
His voice comes out wrong.
Thicker.
Lower.
You look up at him for half a second.
That’s worse.
That’s always worse.
Because now you’re close enough that he can see the small details he normally tries not to notice. The shape of your lashes. The way your expression softens when you’re focused on something.
The fact that you’re holding his hand like it matters.
His throat goes dry.
You let go eventually, patting his wrist lightly. “You’re allowed to admit when you’re hurt, you know.”
“Don’t need it.”
“You’re bleeding.”
“Ain’t much.”
You smile.
And that’s it.
That’s the moment his brain fully shuts down.
He nods like he heard you, turns away too quickly, and walks straight into the fence post behind him.
There’s a dull metallic clang.
Silence.
From behind him, he hears Glenn lose his absolute mind.
After that, it only gets worse.
He starts avoiding you in ways that make no sense.
Not obvious avoidance.
Just… strategic repositioning.
If you’re in the kitchen, he suddenly needs to check the perimeter.
If you’re near the fire, he volunteers for water runs.
If you’re talking to him directly, he suddenly remembers a very urgent task that involves being literally anywhere else.
Carol notices first.
Of course she does.
She catches him one evening sharpening arrows he doesn’t need to sharpen.
“You’re running from her,” she says mildly.
Daryl nearly slices his own finger. “Ain’t.”
Carol raises an eyebrow.
He grits his teeth. “Just busy.”
“Mm.”
That single sound is worse than any argument.
The breaking point comes when you get hurt.
Not badly.
Just a scrape during a supply run—slipped on debris, caught your arm.
Daryl sees it happen before he even realizes he’s moving.
One second he’s across the street.
Next he’s right there, grabbing your arm without thinking.
“Shit—are you bit?”
“No,” you say quickly, startled more than anything. “It’s just a cut.”
He’s already scanning you anyway. Checking. Hands steady this time, all survival instinct and focus.
But then you look up at him.
And soften.
“I’m okay,” you reassure him quietly. “Really.”
Something in his chest twists hard.
Because you’re still holding onto his wrist.
Still letting him touch you.
Still not pulling away.
And he realizes—
He’s not afraid of you getting hurt.
He’s afraid of what happens to him when you look at him like that.
Like he’s someone worth trusting.
His grip loosens immediately.
He steps back too fast.
“Need to patch it,” he mutters.
“I’ve had worse.”
“Still needs patchin’.”
You watch him for a second. “Daryl…”
He turns away before you can finish.
Because if he hears his name like that again, he’s going to say something stupid.
Something honest.
Later that night, he’s sitting by the fire when you come over.
Quiet.
Careful.
Like you’re approaching something skittish.
You sit beside him anyway.
No pressure.
Just presence.
After a long silence, you say softly, “You always do that, you know.”
He doesn’t look at you. “Do what.”
“Run off.”
His jaw tightens.
You bump your shoulder lightly against his. “You don’t have to.”
That’s the problem.
He does.
Because staying means sitting too close to you.
Means hearing your voice.
Means risking looking at you again and forgetting how to function.
He finally glances at you.
Bad idea.
Always a bad idea.
You’re watching him like you’re not afraid of what he might be.
Like you’re not waiting for him to turn into something sharp.
Just… there.
Warm.
Real.
His hands flex once against his knees.
“Don’t know what you want,” he admits quietly.
It’s the closest thing to honesty he’s given you in days.
You tilt your head. “I think you do.”
He huffs a quiet, humorless breath.
“You’re wrong.”
“Am I?”
Silence stretches between you.
Firelight flickers.
Somewhere in the distance, someone laughs.
Daryl swallows hard.
Then, like it physically costs him something:
“Can’t… think straight around ya.”
The words hang there.
Ugly.
Raw.
True.
You don’t laugh.
Don’t tease.
Don’t make it worse.
You just look at him like that matters.
Like it’s not something to be embarrassed about.
“That sounds like a problem,” you say gently.
He almost smiles at that.
Almost.
You shift closer, just enough that your knee touches his.
“You don’t have to be good at this,” you add.
His eyes flick to you again.
“Yeah?” he mutters.
“Yeah.”
A beat.
Then, quieter than everything else he’s said:
“…ain’t ever done this before.”
You lean in slightly. “Me neither.”
That finally gets him to look at you properly.
Really look.
Not through you.
Not away.
Just you.
His breath catches—not dramatic, not obvious, just a small betrayal of his own body.
You lift your hand slowly, giving him time to stop you.
fuuuuck i just realized that the future idealized version of myself cant exist without current me being the catalyst for change and doing hard things. has anybody heard about this
"nghh! please tell me you're all in," he avoids the question but his ears twitch.
with a slow slide, he bottoms out in you. your lips are pulled taut and thin, glistening as they're stretched wilide.
"hey short stack, you crying?" you don't even notice tears have slipped loose. he cups your face, ears flat in concern.
"does it hurt? i-ill pull out," soft whines bubble from his throat. he leans in, licking away the salt on your cheeks. poor valko, his size feels like an imposition to him.
you shake your head. "move," you tell him. he bites the inside of his cheek before he buries his head into your neck and starts rocking his hips.
you don't know if it's the result of his grueling sets at the gym or just the terrifying width of him, but you swear you feel every hot, pulsing vein running down his shaft dragging against your hyper-sensitive walls with every pump.
"s-so big..." a broken sob slips past your lips at the wet, friction-heavy slide of him.
it's only when he sees your brows drawn in ecstasy that he lets himself indulge in the tight, hot grip of you. your exhausted walls pulse around his too-heavy length.
the slick, crimson tissues cling to him, pulling outward and turning slightly inside-out as they drag along his length.
his gaze moves lower to where he pokes at your tummy from the inside. it has him trembling, halting entirely. his tail stiffens at the sight and then thumps onto the mattress eagerly
"are you going to move or not?"
that's all the permission he needs to fuck like a bitch in heat.
content: 18+ nsfw, porn without plot, grumpy sub!toph (finally), brat!toph, brat taming, strap usage, fingering.
summary: you’ve never topped toph before, so you decide to surprise her for once, much to her (fake) dismay.
wc: 2.6k
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“come onn, tophie.” you whine, sprawled on the bed as you watch your girlfriend dry her hair off with a towel. “get in bed already.”
she snorts, shaking the rest of the water off her head. “someone’s needy. i wasn’t even gone that long.”
“yes you were,” you quip, propping yourself up on your side and sizing her up, admiring how low her shorts hung over her toned hips and the swell of her chest through her tight sports bra.
you sigh sulkily, patting the bed, “you train for wayy too long, makes me miss you so much. c’mere.”
“you’re such a pain.” she scolds, but she’s already trudging your way. the towel meets the floor as she climbs into the bed, the fresh scent of her shampoo filling your nostrils when she snuggles up to you.
you shudder when her hands slide under your oversized shirt (that you stole from her, obvi) to find your waist, her touch too cold from her icy shower, but you quickly melt into it when anything-but-cold lips find yours.
toph prods at the small gap between them, urging you to part them open so she can fuck her tongue into your mouth, which she wastes no time in doing.
“mmf,” your arms wrap around her strong shoulders, the kiss growing sloppier and hotter by the second. you feel her grin against your mouth, “good girl, always so eager for me.”
you breathlessly kiss her again, draping your bare leg over her hip while hungry hands roam down your back to your hips.
“oh?” she cocks an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the edge of her mouth, caressing the bare skin of your ass. “wearing nothing underneath.. so this was your plan from the start, you little slut.”
you smile knowingly, a small chuckle bubbling from your lips. “yeah.” you sultrily caress her buff arm, feeling the thick muscle flex under your fingertips. “why don’t you feel me up more?”
“you don’t really leave me much choice.” her warm mouth is back on yours, though not for long before she decides to travel down your jaw and neck, biting and sucking at the soft skin to drag needy moans out of you.
she groans at the feel of your back arching under her touch, an appreciative slap landing on your ass cheek. “you tease,” her rough hand rubs over the spanked spot while she continues marking up your neck with bruising hickeys.
her fingers brush over some sort of harness over your hips, and you watch her face scrunch up in curiosity. you bite your cheek to keep from smiling.
“is this a new type of panties?” toph continues feeling the material up, following it to your front to see where it ends. “some new sex wear? or— oh my god.” she gasps, pulling her hand back like she’d been burnt. she pulls back to glare at you, incredulous, “.. no you didn’t.“
“oh yes i did.” you cheekily press yourself up against her, chests flush together as you take in the bewilderment in her expression. god, it always felt so good to catch toph beifong this off guard.
“no way.” she roughly seizes your face, squishing your cheeks between her fingers. her grip is as mean as her glare, her brows furrowed in both shock and simmering irritation, “you didn’t.”
but you did. and she knew you did.
you, in fact, stole her strap.
she scoffs, giving your head a shake before letting go, “what do you think you’re doing?”
you grin, reveling in how rattled she seemed for once, “just spicing things up.”
“you,” she points at you, enunciating each word like this stunt of yours was a very threat to her identity, “..think you can top me?” she points at herself with a breathy laugh, “you’re funny.”
you steal another kiss, rolling your hips against hers and she shudders at the feel of the toy against her thigh. your smile widens, swiping your thumb across her lip, “don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.”
“this— this is ridiculous.” she huffs, increasingly flustered and somewhat offended.
“why?” you whisper back against her pursed lips, “scared you’ll like it a bit too much?”
the taunt is effective, her angry hands finding your hips and digging into them, “don’t test me.”
you only sneer at her glare, adding more fuel to the fire, “hmm? what’s that? the greatest earthbender in the world can’t take strap?”
and with that, she immediately crawls on top of you, pinning your shoulders down under her as her chest heaves with held-back fury, a red tint blossoming across her cheeks with fluster and irritation. “who the hell do you think you are?”
before you can reply with a snappy comeback, she cuts you off, roughly tugging down her shorts, “i’ll show you what i can take. putting on my strap won’t give you the fucking guts needed to dominate me, stupid girl. see how even with it on, you’re still under me? you always are. and you always will be.”
she was so mad that it took you all your willpower to keep from laughing. did she not realize she was proving your exact point?
your eyes rove over her body as she pulls the bra off over her head, your tongue darting out to moisten your lips at the delicious view, her skin still glistening from her shower and her nipples hardened by the cold air hitting them.
you slowly settle your hands on her hips, but they’re quickly met with a harsh slap that has you pulling them back with a whine.
“don’t touch me,” she hisses, tearing her panties off in a rushed attempt to tug them to the side.
your eyes blow wide open at the sight, but she gives you no time to process it before her fingers curl around your strap, giving it a singular pump before sinking down on it without hesitation.
“oh! oh..” she grunts weakly, muffling pained whimpers to hide the fact that she was clearly not prepared to take you all at once.
“toph,” you seize her hips, biting back a moan yourself at the sight of her stuffed pussy. a sight you’d never seen before. you mewl at her persistant riding, trying to stop her, “this— it’s too much for you, slow down— agh!”
she completely ignores you, picking up the pace as she somehow bottoms out, rendering you utterly speechless. this was her first time, too.
you groan in awe at the feel of her ass slapping against your thighs, her hands sprawled on your abdomen for support while quiet mewls escape her parted lips.
“this— ah, this is—” she stammers, her pretty features twisting into a pathetically cute frown that coaxes a needy moan out of you too. her cheeks were flushed pink, eyes glassy and twinkling with reluctant pleasure.
“good. this is good.” you help her finish her sentence, bucking your hips up and huffing out a breathless chuckle at the startled squeal it pulls out of her.
in all the years you’ve dated toph for, she’d never looked this pretty.
her freshly washed hair was already collecting sweat again, and the sweet confusion on her face made her look less like the ruthless earthbender you knew and more like a helpless brat finding out the joys of penetration.
for someone with such a big mouth and an even bigger ego, it didn’t really take much to shut her up.
her pace stutters and you seize the chance to tightly grip her hips, rolling them yourself and relishing the string of moans leaving her mouth.
“just like that,” you murmur softly, panting heavily as you urge her to loosen up and let you take charge. “just give in. i’ll make you feel so good, toph.”
you can see the flicker in her gaze, too conflicted to simply abandon her pride and allow herself to enjoy this, but you don’t give time for her stubborn thoughts to kick in before you lift her hips up and slam them back down on you, high-pitched yelps leaving both of you.
“oh— oh my god!” she moans, her eyes fluttering shut when you find your rhythm, fucking more of her brattiness out with each thrust into her sopping wet cunt. you feel her knees slowly give out, her words all jumbled up, “this— oh, it feels so—”
“feels so what?” you egg her on, gaze flitting up from her bouncing tits to her desperate face. “use your words, toph.”
“i—it’s..” she trails off, mewling at each roll of your hips.
you sigh, irritated. it was honestly impressive how she still managed to be so stubborn even when you were fucking her stupid.
if that wasn’t gonna pull praise out of her lips, you simply had to try harder.
“mmfgh, this is— ah! hey, w—what are you doing!?” toph squeals when you suddenly grip the back of her thighs and roll her over, pinning her under you this time, your strap still buried deep into her slit.
you look down at her baffled expression, drinking in the befuddlement and arousal in her eyes, her black hair pooling messily over the pillow.
a soft moan slips out of you at how vulnerable she looks. gods, you couldn’t wait to see tears well up in those pretty, prideful eyes.
you caress her thighs, giving them an experimental pat before pushing them down to meet her chest into a mating press.
she groans at the stretch, and you swallow thickly when you gaze down at where you two met, her slick already forming a frothy ring around the hilt of the toy.
“i— i need my feet on the bed,” she squirms under you, trying to push back against your grip. “i can’t see.”
you lean down to press a chaste kiss to her jutted lips, “you don’t need to.”
though still tense, her legs stop pushing, silently allowing you to hold them in place.
you both knew she could easily overpower you if she really wanted to, her buff thighs flexing under your grip were physical proof of that; but she made no serious move to do so yet.
this was the closest you’d get to her approval.
“good.” you press another kiss to her cheek, then another to her jaw. “just feel my body against yours. focus on the feeling of me inside you.”
she huffs, heat creeping further up her face to her ears, “.. you talk too much. just fucking move already.”
“you know, toph, you really have the worst attitude.” you snap at her, and if you blinked that next second, you would’ve missed her slight flinch. you exhale deeply, nails digging into her thighs, “but that’s fine. you just keep mouthing off, see where that gets you.”
she blinks, both surprised and puzzled at your newfound audacity. she scoffs, but her voice cracks a little, “hah! you think you can threaten me now? y-you’re just talking to talk— mmph!”
you shut her up with a brutal kiss, licking into her mouth with a roughness she never imagined from you, swallowing her pained grunt when you bite down on her tongue.
you press her thighs flush against her chest, the wet kiss turning into a mutual exchange of harsh bites and attempts at dominance.
your knees sink deeper into the mattress as you adjust yourself, slowly pulling out with a long, filthy squelch of her soaked cunt.
and before she even gets to whine at the loss, you slam right back into her, earning a loud shriek from her busy mouth that you also swallow just as eagerly.
you lift yourself off to admire your girlfriend’s weeping pussy once again, the sounds of skin-slapping mixed with her pathetic moans causing you to grow wetter yourself.
her body bounces with each rut of your hips, milky eyes welling up at your thorough pounding that she quickly squeezes shut, her hands coming up to cover her face in shame.
“no,” you let go of one of her thighs to pry her hands off, pinning her wrists over her head. “you don’t get to hide from me.”
your breath hitches at her angry frown, eyes glazed with tears and raw need, teeth clamped down on her lip to stifle her noises.
so this was how toph beifong looked fucked out.
your pace stutters for a second before you pick it back up again, shifting your leg for a deeper angle to force whimpers out of her pursed mouth.
“no— fuck!” she hiccups a sob, unable to stop the tears as they freely stream down her face now, and you almost cum from the sight alone. you moan even louder than her, “yes, yes. let go for me. please, toph.”
her crying grows desperate, helplessly thrashing underneath you and the knot in your lower abdomen tightens at how pitiful she looks. your hand ditches her wrists to find her clit, sweet and puffy over her stretched pussy.
her breath is knocked out of her lungs when you circle the bud, fast and devastating. you don’t even need her to tell you that she’s close with the way her eyes roll back, garbled curses tumbling from her lips.
with a light smack against her thigh, you give her one last deep thrust and, as if on cue, she gushes all over your thick cock, the slick dripping down on the mattress in strings and droplets.
your eyes flit back and forth between her dazed face and her drooling folds, both of them deliciously luring you in.
with the next glance between her thighs, you can’t help but swiftly pull out, much to her confusion, but you indulge her before she even asks.
“please, i need to feel you,” you almost whine at her, your fingers travelling down to gather up the wetness and swipe it over her slit. she squirms under you, too sensitive from her orgasm, a shaky exhale leaving her mouth when your fingers sink in her with a squelch!
you lower yourself down to kiss her deeply, and your head spins at the feel of her velvety walls spasming around your digits. “so this is what you feel like,” you pant against her lips, drinking in how ruined you made her. “feels so good.”
“t—too much—” she whimpers, tearing up again, her hands reaching out to curl around your shirt, and the gesture’s so sweet and uncharacteristic it makes you cave in. you take pity on her and steal another soft kiss, mercifully pulling your wet fingers out and bringing them to your mouth.
you hum appreciatively, “and this is what you taste like. you taste good.” you bring them to her pouty lips, pushing them in to press down on her tongue, “try it.”
if she wasn’t so wrecked, you were pretty sure she would have spat in your face. her tired but stubborn glare told enough.
she reluctantly sucks on your fingers, and a satisfied smile tugs at your lips at that. when they’re licked clean, you place a peck on her temple and finally roll over to her side, exhaling deeply.
a long silence stretches out as you gaze at the ceiling, both of you sprawled motionless on the bed.
you break it with a happy sigh, tilting your head to look at her. “so, did you like—”
“shut up.” she turns over, her back facing you to hide the warm blush on her cheeks. “fuck you. go to sleep.”
yeah, right. like she’d ever admit to liking that. what did you expect?
you grin to yourself and decide to give her a break, shrugging as you roll over to your side of the bed. “m’kay. good night, grumpy face.”
“i said shut up, not roll away.” she snaps, unmoving. “cuddle me, stupid.”
you smile and shift around to wrap your arms around her waist, “yes tophie.”
“don’t you dare tell anyone about this.” she barks, her grip tight and angry against the sheets, “or i’ll kill you with my bare hands and earthbend you a very, very deep grave. nobody will ever find you.”
you sigh, nosing her nape. “.. yes, tophie.”
“.. good.”
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* do i have a presentation due tomorrow morning and it’s already 10pm and i haven’t even gotten started? yes. did i spend all my time writing this instead? also yes.
ok bye gotta lock in, i don’t have time to proofread
jealous type adult! gaang x f!reader
⤷ how i think the gaang would react when they're jealous over you
warnings: possessive behavior, some of them are petty. some of them are immature. but hey, they're jealous, okay? avatar masterlist ⋆˙⟡
ladies first !
katara ~ a very jealous and possessive woman, but she does a great job at hiding it behind the surface. if she feels threatened in any way, she'll throw herself into the situation and make herself known. "hi! i'm her girlfriend!" she'd wedge herself between you and whoever she saw as the threat, grabbing the person's hand and giving it an enthusiastic shake, though behind her blue eyes she's wishing nothing but their death. "well, actually, soon-to-be wife, so~"
toph ~ she's a proud woman, and she's confident you wouldn't do a thing to threaten your relationship with her. it's not often she gets riled up, but boyyyy, if you make her jealous, she's going to make your day—and the person who tried to hit on you's—hell. she'd quickly earthbend a pebble right at the kid's face. and when you tell her to behave, she'd roll her eyes and say, "i am behaving. it's you who isn't."
andddd now for the men.
sokka ~ jealous 24/7 highkey. he's the type of guy who'd spy on you and the person you're talking to. he'd try to subtly hide behind a tree, poking his head out to watch you. or he'd try to hide behind a book—it's upside down, btw—to see what you're doing. "i can't believe it," he'd mutter to his friend zuko, who isn't paying attention at all. "that guy's got nothing on me. he doesn't even look cool."
aang ~ lover boy aang. oh, he's so patient and so kind. he very, very rarely gets jealous. but when he does, he's such a big grump. pouting, brows furrowed, arms crossed, lip caught between his teeth in frustration. he'll try to hold onto his patience for as long as he can, but when he snaps, he'll grab your arm and gently pry you away from the person. "alright, that's enough. you've already had your fun with her. it's my turn."
zuko ~ there's a reason people edit him to this song. he swears he's not the jealous type, but he's literally the most jealous man you've ever met. over the littlest things, too. like if someone looks at you for too long or compliments your dress or your hair. he'll even use his social standing to his advantage just to get what he wants. "as your fire lord, i command you to never make eye contact with my wife again!" it's unreasonable, and he knows it, but fuck. he can't help it.
+ bonus!
a poly relationship with the whole gaang!
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i'd imagine sokka would be the messenger. he sees you alone, getting hit on by some random guy, and he's the first to relay it to the rest of the group.
they all come in, surrounding you, their eyes piercing the poor guy. the greatest earthbender. the fire lord. the avatar. the master waterbender. the chieftain of the southern water tribe. all standing right behind you like they own you. the poor guy doesn't even stand a chance.
"is something the matter?" you ask the guy, completely oblivious to the daggers your lovers are glaring into him right behind you.
"u-um... nothing!! forget i said anything!!!"
