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wc: 1.5k, Content: video call sex, mutual masturbation
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Marc tries to remember the last time he was with you - what you
said and what you wore. Here, now, he only has a handful of videos on
his phone to get him through the loneliness of being without you.
He swipes his thumb across his phone's screen, pushing play on a
video of you in the park one spring afternoon.
The sun kisses your cheeks as you laugh at something trivial. Your
face is turned up to the sky, gazing at the clouds as Marc gazes at you
adoringly.
He can't help himself. It's you.
His thumb swipes again, revealing a view of you from behind -
you're hanging laundry on the line, the subtle curves of you tempting him in even the most innocent and domestic of actions. A bit old-
fashioned, but you like the way the sun makes the sheets smell, you would say.
'Hey baby,' he hears your voice on the small screen.
What he wouldn't give to hear your voice right now. His chest burns with how much he misses you.
Another swipe reveals the uniquely curved shape of your naked
body.
You're on your knees in front of him, naked, blissed out from the
orgasm he wrung out of you with his mouth, moments before. Lips, kiss swollen and red, breasts littered with red and purple marks where he sucked and made you remember who you belong to.
A groan of pleasure rumbles out of him as you temptingly run the tip
of your tongue over your mouth. He places his hard, heavy cock on your
waiting tongue before your beautiful lips wrap around him. Your eyes lock with his as you take him to the back of your throat, gagging just enough to make you whimper.
He can still feel the vibrations of your moans around him. Still
remember the wet mess he would make of you as drool dribbled out of
the corners of your perfect lips.
Here and now, he wets his own lips, sighing as his cock twitches in
response to watching you suck him off.
God, he misses you - your smile, your laugh, your body. Being
inside you, filling you up, making you moan and scream and even beg
sometimes.
The sounds of your slurping and gagging on the video get him
hard. If he keeps going like this, he's going to need some relief.
He swipes the screen again, to a video of you fucking him one of your
last nights together.
Your naked body sits astride him, palms pressed to his chest as you
balance. Your gorgeous hips rotate in a vigorous rhythm as you work
yourself over his cock - your full breasts bouncing deliciously as you pant his name.
He loves that you let him record you. In fact, it seems to make you wilder to know you’re putting on a show for him.
At the sound of his name panted wantonly on the screen, he
unfastens his jeans and slips his hand inside for some relief, sliding his
thumb over his tip, already leaking.
The absolutely wrecked moans emanating from his phone screen
are already driving him wild as he frees his cock, spits into his palm and
starts working his fist up and down his stiff length.
Your pace increases as you ride him hard, obscenities flying from his
mouth as he tangles his fingers with yours. “So fucking perfect, baby. You ride me so good. You were made to take this cock.”
He pumps his shaft vigorously, groaning as he watches you come
onscreen.
Your head flies back in ecstasy, your back arching in rapture, which inadvertently slows your pace. But he needs to come. He needs that friction.
Sitting up with your bodies still joined, he grips your hips and drives
into you with wild, brutal thrusts, faster and faster, overstimulating you
well past your point of pleasure as he chases his finish. “Marc, oh fuck…”
You moan, losing your mind as he sinks his teeth into the meat of your
shoulder, coating you inside with his spend, filling you so full that you
can’t help but tell him.
“Love when you come inside me,” you pant as he comes back to
himself, kissing along your sweat soaked hairline until his mouth covers
yours, tongues tangling as he holds you close, softening inside you.
Watching your collection always does it for him but something
tonight has him missing you beyond belief, leaving him unable to go on
another moment apart from you. He knows he shouldn’t, but he needs
you so badly. He has to see you. He's missed you so much and it’s all
his fault you’re apart.
So he rolls the dice and Facetimes you.
He’s thrilled when you answer, and stunned to find you in bed, a
sheen of sweat covering your perfect face. He murmurs your name, almost reverently, admiring the goddess you are. It feels like forever since he heard your voice, especially in your bedroom.
"What are you doing?" He manages to choke out, floored that you would show him this private side of you since he’s been gone so long.
"What do you think?" You pant, angling the phone to give him a
view of your bare tits, bouncing prettily while you evidently fuck
yourself.
He can literally hear the vibrations of the toy you're using on
yourself, making him groan out an appreciative curse at the sights and
sounds to which you’re making him privy.
"Fuck I miss you," he pants, even as he works his hand faster up
and down his length at the sight of your naked body. The videos were
good, but this? Fisting his cock greedily while watching you get yourself off? This is perfect.
"What if your husband finds you like this?" He grounds out, dark
eyes lazily rolling back as he works his hand faster over his length.
"Fuck him, he's gone all the time," you scoff, ratcheting up the
speed of your vibrator. The rough timbre of Marc’s voice can make you
come every time. "Keep talking, I'm close. Miss you too. Miss your
cock inside me."
"Jesus, honey, who were you thinking about with that toy stuffed
in your pussy?" He goads, thrilled that you're willing to do this with
him, were already thinking of him and missing him, wishing it was him
doing filthy things to you.
"You know whose cock I want," you whine, echoing his thoughts
perfectly, running your free hand over your breast to tweak your
hardened nipple. "Think about it all the time. Miss you filling me up so
full, baby. Want you to come inside me again."
"Dirty girl," he fires back, remembering how you love it when he
calls you that. "So dirty - wishing I was there, fucking that wet cunt
while your husband's away. Making a mess of you and fucking my cum
back into you."
"Yes…Marc," you pant, your voice ascending in pitch as bliss starts
to claw at you, ready to take you over the edge. "Miss you…so deep in
me. Nobody fucks me like you.”
The sounds of your orgasm, the fucked out expression on your
face as you come, the way you moan his name brings him to the brink,
his hips stuttering as hot cum coats his fist, making a delicious mess of
his hand and soft stomach.
"Oh fuck…baby, that was a hundred times better with you talking
me through it," you gasp, coming down from your high.
"You better clean up before your husband gets home, dirty girl,"
Marc chuckles, using his discarded button up to wipe the mess from his hands.
You gaze directly into the phone, giving Marc a clear view of your
beautiful face.
"Did you just come?" You condescendingly chide. "Why don't you
stop talking about how my husband is gone and come see me yourself?
You can come inside me instead of making a mess like a teenager."
As if you wished him to life, a knock resounds on your door about
seven minutes later, leaving you perplexed, since you aren’t expecting
company. You peek through the peephole and gasp, stunned to see your husband has come home early.
"Marc!" You breathe, throwing your arms around your husband.
"When did you get back from your mission?” Your eyebrows crinkle in
confusion. “And where were you just now, while we…"
"Hey baby," he murmurs against your ear, pulling you close to the
solid wall of him. Easing back, he presses a longing kiss to your mouth.
"I was downstairs in the parking garage, in Jake's car." He shrugs.
“Thought we could try something different.”
"Oh shit," you whistle, slugging him on the arm playfully. "You
were here the whole time and you made me use my vibrator?"
"Couldn't help it, honey," he grins, mischievously. "You're so dirty
on that little screen."
You shove him jovially, letting him know he will be making it up
to you for the rest of the night. "Jake's gonna kill you if I don't."
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edited by @reallyrallyauthor featured in the @the-oscar-isaac-collective A Splash of Cream ZINE
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It's Juneteenth yall. And I'm not letting this day go unmarked.
Black people fight for everybody. We stand in solidarity with women, lgbt people, poor people all over the world of every skin color and background. Every religion and nationality.
Today, stand with us. Be with us. Tell a black person you love them. Hug a black person (with consent). Ask that hot black girl out today. Make a black person smile. Black lives matter to everybody and you matter to us.
Stand with us on Juneteenth like we stand with you all year round, and I hope a happy Pride month continues for all of us
Lil nas x coming back during pride month to tell us hes been taking care of his physical and mental health, finishing rehab and getting treatment for bipolar disorder, and telling us that he is excited to not only make new music but also just to live his life???? And during mens mental health awareness month????? Oh i missed him bad
in more pleasant news: this year is seeing the biggest humpback migration in Australian history, bigger than it was PRE whaling. That's right, there are more humpbacks migrating off the coast of Australia than there were BEFORE industrial whaling started.
A huge, fat W for environmentalists and Greenies. what an achievement
mouth cleansing. adult! toph beifong x f!reader ⸝⸝ 18+ nsfw
summary: you come home after a date with a man that toph knows is no good for you. when you lie and tell her you slept with him, toph is going to make sure you don't lie straight to her face again.
warnings: smut, porn without plot, friends to lovers, jealousy, arguments, angry make out sessions, degradation kink, fingering, oral (reader receiving), squirting, toph calls you "pet" pussy pronouns, mean dom toph
a/n: i'm sorry i haven't been posting as much. i'm trying to make it a habit of writing longer fics this time. i have so many ideas for toph but not enough hours in the day. i hope you guys like this ! dividers by me
wordcount: 4.3k masterlist
It’s hard to date in the Earth Kingdom.
In fact, it was hard to date pretty much anywhere—especially when your roommate was Toph Beifong. Everyone who tried getting close to you, or even went so far as to try and sleep with you, sought you out for one purpose and one purpose only, and that was to get a taste of the greatest earthbender in the world.
The realization stung. When you brought it up to Toph, she simply picked her nose and flicked a booger at the wall.
“I’m Toph Beifong—who wouldn’t want to get a taste of me?”
Essentially, she didn’t take you seriously at all.
Despite everything, you still continued to live with her, though you took a step back from the dating scene. Months later, when Toph started getting busy with her metalbending academy, you finally felt ready to date again, having spent that time off focusing on your own personal growth and learning to love yourself.
It was already way past sundown by the time you returned home. You expected Toph to be fast asleep by now, but instead, you found her lounging on the living room sofa, earthbending a small cluster of pebbles into an idle circle.
Your heart melted a little. Despite her stubborn antics, she still cared for you, and her staying up late waiting for you was proof of that.
“You’re home late,” she pointed out, not moving from where she sat.
“I didn’t expect you to be waiting for me,” you said with a shrug, kicking your shoes off. “I was out on a date.”
“Yeah, I know,” she huffed, almost impatiently.
You couldn’t tell if she was upset that you were out, or just cranky from staying up late and being exhausted. Maybe both.
You stayed quiet, setting your things down and unpinning your hair. You expected Toph to retreat to her room by now—satisfied that you got home safe, but instead, she spoke up again.
“How was the guy?”
Blinking, you looked in her direction once more. She was still earthbending those silly rocks while remaining still on the couch. She tried to sound casual, but you could tell that she wasn’t going to let you off without a proper answer.
“He was… surprisingly nice,” you replied with a shy smile. “He was sweet. Handsome, too. He paid for dinner and we went on a long walk in the gardens. I’m feeling pretty good about this one.”
Toph barked a short, humorless laugh. “Wow. He paid for dinner? Is the bar really that low these days?”
Your brow ticked. “Toph, if you stayed up late just to taunt me, then you can go ahead and take your ass to bed—”
“Hey, don’t talk to me that way,” she said, crushing the rocks into little pebbles and tossing them into the nearest planter. “I only stayed up to make sure you got home in one piece. If you ended up getting kidnapped, Katara would’ve had my throat.” She folded her arms over her chest stubbornly.
You rolled your eyes, slipping your house slippers on. “Whatever,” you mumbled.
You didn’t have it in you to entertain Toph. You knew she was going to ask more questions, and you also knew that each answer would result in a petty comment about your choice in men. So, for now, you just silently excused yourself and started heading to your side of the house.
“Hey, where are you going?” she called out, shifting on the couch so her voice rang louder. “I want to know more about your date.”
You paused in the hallway, not looking back. “Do you really? Or are you just going to make fun of me?”
Toph snorted. You continued walking.
“Alright, alright, enough.” She cleared her throat and tapped the empty space on the couch next to her. “Sit down. Your heart is beating a lot faster than it normally does when you go on those stupid dates—that means you’re happy.”
One thing you hated most about Toph was that, despite her inability to see, she could see right through you from the vibrations in the floor. Another thing you hated was that she was extremely stubborn, meaning there was no backing out of this.
“Fine,” you mumbled, dragging your feet back to the couch. You eventually flopped down beside her, and she grinned.
“What do you want to know?” you asked, staring at the ceiling as your head rested against the cushions.
“Was he strong?”
You let out a slow breath. “I guess. He had muscles.”
There was a moment of silence.
“Were they bigger than mine?” Toph suddenly asked.
You made a face. What kind of question was that? “W-what—!”
Toph was completely unfazed. You looked at her, bewildered, but she just sat there casually as if she were asking about the weather. She stayed quiet, waiting for an answer, and the longer you took, the more her brows pinched together.
“Answer the question, sweetheart.”
You scratched the back of your head. “I guess? His biceps were pretty big. I didn’t feel them or anything!”
Toph made a face—an unreadable one. You assumed she didn’t like that answer very much, but still, she prodded.
“Did he kiss you?”
Your eyes flew wide. “Oh my god, Toph—what is with this interrogation tonight?” You threw your hands up in exasperation. “No, he didn’t kiss me. We just met!”
“Good,” Toph muttered under her breath perhaps too quickly. She caught herself and crossed her arms again, leaning back into the cushions with a scoff. “I mean, obviously. A guy like that probably has zero game anyway. Big muscles usually mean a small brain.”
You scoffed a laugh, because you could say the same thing about her.
“You haven’t even met him,” you mumbled.
“I don’t need to meet him to know he’s a dud,” she countered immediately. “Think about it for a second. You let a guy buy you dinner, show off his arms, and walk you through the gardens? You know walking through the gardens is a ritual for pretty much every soft-handed boy in the Earth Kingdom trying to get some action.”
You felt your face heat up in embarrassment and shame. It was true—that was exactly the reputation Earth Kingdom boys had these days.
Sensing your shame, she took your silence as a sign to keep going, kicking you while you were down.
“Honestly, why do you even bother with these guys anyway? Dating is a waste of time. This guy will be no different than the others—you’ll always come back home either disappointed or stressed. Who knows, he might even be another one of those idiots who just wants to use you to get to me.” Toph shrugged, trying to look casual despite the fact that every word leaving her mouth felt like anything but.
Now, in this very moment, you deeply regretted bringing that up to Toph the first time you realized men were using you. Because times like these were exactly when she used it against you just to prove a point.
“I can’t believe this,” you muttered, pushing yourself off the couch. “I’m too exhausted for this. Goodnight, Toph.”
She barked another laugh, draping an arm over the back of the couch. “Ha! You’re leaving because you know I’m right.”
You felt blood fire through your veins. You couldn’t believe this woman. For a second, you had actually thought she was being kind, that she had a soft spot for you since she stayed up late. For a moment, you thought she was genuinely worried about your well being—but in reality, she took what should have been a sweet moment and used it to kick dirt in your face and laugh about it.
After all your attempts to find happiness in love, Toph was always right there on the other side, crossing her arms, laughing at you and making you feel stupid. Making you feel small.
She was a professional at pissing you off. And right now, you were going to give her a taste of her own medicine.
“You know what, Toph? I lied. We did share a kiss, actually!” You spun around, your face twisted in frustration. “Wanna know what else happened, since you’re oh-so-curious? He took me to the back of the gardens and fucked me beneath a willow tree—you know, the one with the warm street lamp beside it? Yeah! That light really highlighted his muscles, too.”
Toph didn’t say anything. She just sat there on the couch, stunned, with her jaw slack.
You liked seeing her like this—completely caught off guard.
So, you kept going.
“And he actually wants to see me tomorrow—yeah, that’s right. Tomorrow. So make sure you don’t waste your time staying up late for me again, yeah?” You let out an incredulous huff, refusing to give her the time to cook up a smartass retort.
You spun on your heel again, ready to retreat to your bedroom, but a sudden, thick spawn of earth shot up and enclosed around your foot, trapping you up to your calf and forcing you to a hard stop.
“Huh—? Toph—!”
“You’re lying,” Toph hissed, slowly getting up from the couch to meet you where you stood, rooted to the floor. “God—you’re lying straight out of your ass just to piss me off. I can feel it through your heart. And yet…” She huffed. “It’s actually working.”
“Let me go, Toph,” you demanded, tugging uselessly at the stone cuff binding your calf to the floor. “I told you, I’m going to bed.”
“Did he really kiss you?” she ignored your pleas, her hand reaching out to find your face. Her fingers dug into your cheeks, forcing your jaw open. “Did he really taint your mouth with his filthy one?”
You didn’t know why Toph was so hung up on this. But despite your vulnerable position, you weren’t scared of her.
You grabbed her wrist in an attempt to pry her away, but Toph’s grip only tightened, holding your mouth open.
“Why do you care so much?” you managed to choke out, trying your best not to drool.
“Are you purposefully being an idiot? Why wouldn’t I care?” Toph ground her teeth together, fighting with every ounce of her pride not to blurt out the truth. “You have no idea how much of a nuisance this is—you going out and meeting some new guy every damn week—”
“Then don’t wait up for me, Toph!” you argued back. “You don’t have to stay up for me. Just go to sleep—”
“That’s the fucking problem!” she hissed.
Toph stepped even closer, letting her warm breath ghost over your face, letting you know every single word that left her mouth was also coming straight from her heart.
“I can’t sleep whenever you go out. No matter how hard I try to shake the thought of you getting wined and dined by another guy, I can’t. I just can’t!” Her voice rose, making you wince. “And every time a new guy comes into your life, I’m constantly reminded of it by the stupid gang. Sparky’ll ask me how you’re doing with your new boyfriend, or… or Sokka will taunt me, asking when I’ll get one! It’s just so frustrating hearing about it, even when I’m trying to escape it!”
Your eyes widened, your hand tightening around her wrist, but she wouldn’t budge.
Was she jealous that you were pursuing other men while she remained single? No. That wasn’t like Toph at all. She didn’t care about relationships.
“I don’t understand. How is any of that my fault?”
“Because you’re the one making me feel this way!” Toph yelled, her voice cracking. She let go of your mouth, her arm falling limp at her side, but she didn’t break the stone cuff holding your leg.
She let out a deep breath, her head dropping as her sightless eyes gazed down at the ground.
“I don’t like this,” she mumbled. “I don’t like the idea of you getting all dolled up for some guy who isn’t worth your time, while I’m sitting here at home feeling like a loser waiting for you, waiting to hear your footsteps and not knowing what he could be doing to you.”
You felt like you had been holding your breath for a long time. You wanted to reach out to her—to pull her in and reassure her—but you didn’t know exactly what you would be reassuring her about. Reassuring her that you’d be safe on these dates? That you could protect yourself?
No. That wasn’t what Toph wanted to hear, and you knew it. Whatever she was feeling, you wanted to hear her confess it herself.
“So when you tell me that he kissed you—hell, even if it was just a joke—it’s enough to make me want to sink this entire house into the ground with you in it and never let you leave again.”
You finally let out the long breath that had been stuck in your throat.
“Toph…” you spoke gently, more patient now, “what are you trying to say?”
“I’m saying I need to cleanse your mouth from the filth that boy left you,” she muttered, looking up, though her eyes focused a little to the side of your face. “And I need to cleanse you from the boy before that, and the boy before that.”
She stepped closer, until you could feel her breath fanning over your face again. Her hand moved up from your shoulder to the nape of your neck, and then to the back of your head. Her fingers laced through the strands, giving a firm tug as she pulled you closer to her face.
You were just about to mutter her name again, to demand a proper explanation, but before you could, she leaned in and slammed her lips against yours.
It was rough, demanding, and almost cruel in the way her mouth moved against yours—as if she were claiming every plump surface and curve that didn’t belong to her. You imagined kissing Toph a handful of times, purely out of bi-curiosity, but your imagination had never ended up like this. With you completely bound by the stone she bended to keep you in place, and her tongue was sliding deep into your mouth.
“T—Toph! Mmph—!”
Your moans were muffled against her mouth, and she growled at your protest.
Toph didn’t know how to be gentle, and clearly, she didn’t want to be. She stepped closer, forcing you to crane your head back, and with this angle, she slid her tongue even deeper—as if making your mouth and throat completely hers.
She pulled away for just a second to catch her breath.
“Mine,” she growled against your lips. “Mine. You’re mine. You’ve always been mine, you were just too stupid to see it.”
The way she was talking to you should have angered you. But what you hated more was the fact that you actually liked it. Toph was incredibly nitpicky about what she claimed as hers, to see her this possessive over you made a sweet warmth bloom deep in your gut.
She pressed her forehead against yours, her voice surprisingly broken and small. “He didn’t touch you, did he?” she asked, desperately searching for reassurance.
She knew you were lying when you told her you had slept with him, yet she still needed to hear the truth from your own mouth.
Toph, you have no right to act this way.
Why are you so jealous? Why is this affecting you so much?
Do you actually like me?
Those were all the things you wanted to say, but instead, you swallowed hard and shook your head, letting her feel the movement against her brow. “No. He didn’t.”
And without thinking better of it, you added, “I’m all yours.”
If you were in a cage, that sentence would have been the very thing that locked you in for good.
She quickly shattered the stone cuff that had kept you stuck, and before you could even stand up straight, she invaded your space. She swept her strong arms beneath your thighs, lifting you up and forcing your legs around her waist for support.
You grabbed her shoulders with a yelp. “W-what are you—oof!”
Toph brought you down hard on the couch. Before you could even collect yourself, she climbed between your legs and hovered over you, letting her lips explore yours once more. A soft moan escaped her, and her hands began to wander boldly across your body.
This was the first time she had ever touched you like this, yet her fingers mapped you as if she already had every spot and curve memorized. Her hand found your hip, giving it a tight squeeze, before tracing down to the small of your back to pull you completely flush against her chest. When you moaned in return, she took it as her cue to slide her hand lower, cupping your ass through your skirt.
“Fuck,” she groaned, a small little sound that made it seem like she was trying to hold it in. “Need to taste you. Need to make sure you’re actually telling the truth.”
Toph sunk to her knees, her tongue darting out over to wet her lip as her greedy fingers found the hem of your skirt, flipping it and lifting it up.
It was this moment that you were grateful she couldn’t see—because you were extremely damp in your panties. Her hands tried to find your panties, and you subtly guided her hands to the direction of your waistband. When she found it, she gave it a hard tug down your legs, nearly ripping it apart at the ankle.
Her hands found your hips, gripping tight as she forced you to angle your hips at the edge of the couch.
“Come here,” she gritted through clenched teeth. “No running away. You said you were mine—so you better fucking prove it to me.”
Toph hooked your legs over her shoulders. Wetting her lips one last time, impatiently, she stuffed her head against the curve of your pussy. She inhaled deep—making your face go extremely hot in embarrassment.
She let out a satisfied sigh. “Smells good,” she murmured. “Doesn’t smell like a man—but let’s see how you taste.”
Then, agonizingly slow, her tongue darted out and up against your wet slit. From where your entrance was pulsing for her, to the very sensitive skin of your clit.
“Oh my god—!” you gasped, tossing your head back against the cushions.
“Tastes good,” she hummed in approval. “But fuck—you’re so wet. Were you this wet when you were with him? Or are you only wet because of me?”
You bit your lower lip, not trusting yourself to speak. But Toph’s need was overshadowing her patience. Her hand gripped your thigh tight, making you whimper.
“Answer me, pet.”
Pet.
The nickname was so degrading, so filthy, and another testament of how Toph actually owned you—how much you actually belonged to the woman between your legs.
You nodded, bashful. “Y-yes, I’m only wet because of you, Toph. I promise. I didn’t—oh!”
Your words were broken off by a moan at the feel of her rough finger probing your entrance. She danced around the flesh, letting your arousal slick her fingers.
“Fuck, you’re tightening up around my finger, and I haven’t even put it in yet.” She grinned. “Are you scared?”
Scared wasn’t the right word for it.
“No,” you swallowed hard, lying. “I’m not.”
“That’s a shame,” she sighed, sliding her finger in easily in your wet pussy. “I bet you clench up real tight when you’re scared.”
She gave you no time to answer before she started thrusting her single finger in and out of you. Every time her knuckle made contact with your folds, your eyes would roll back with a deep moan.
Toph grinned against your thigh before giving you a soft kiss, enjoying the way you were pulsing around her finger. “This greedy little pussy,” she muttered, her thumb pressing down in hard circles against your clit with every thrust of her finger. “So wet, so warm. Like your pussy is giving me a tight hug—refusing to let go.”
She paused, probing her ring finger at the entrance. “Think you can take another one, pet?”
You were so wet, your body so inviting, and you looked down at Toph. She was hunched over between your legs, her large traps making herself look bigger despite her being on her knees. Her lips were sheen with your arousal from when she licked you, and the only thing you could possibly think of was: I want more.
You nodded hard. “Give me another, Tophie. Please.”
She chuckled—deep and raspy, the sound of it making you grow even wetter.
She slid another finger in and you whined at the burning sensation of being stretched out from just her two large fingers alone. She hissed, your walls putting up a fight against her digits.
“Goddamn, so tight—” she grunted before finally hilting both fingers to her knuckle. “Ah, there we go. Good girl. Even though you’re so tight, your body is still so wet, it’s like it wants me.”
She leaned down, pressing a kiss to your clit. “Is it true? Does she want me?”
“Oh my god, yes!” you gasped, your toes curling from how slowly she was fucking you with her fingers. “Yes—so bad—”
Your hips rocked around her fingers, and she laughed—a sound that felt so condescending, yet it only turned you on more.
“Greedy little slut, fucking my fingers on my own couch,” she started pumping her fingers faster, her tongue licking at your clit and flicking it feverishly. “God—hear those noises? Bet you’re making a real mess on my cushions, pet. When I’m done with you, you’re gonna clean it all up with your tongue.”
You felt dizzy. With the motions of Toph’s fingers and the way her tongue was lapping at your clit between every filthy word, it was enough to make you see stars.
The sounds of your wet pussy and her tongue filled the room. Your legs clenched around her shoulders, toes curling as your body began to tighten up from the pleasure.
“Toph—I’m gonna… c-cum—” you cried in embarrassment. “Shit. Don’t stop, Tophie—!”
She growled against your cunt. “Already? You cum so fast—that’s not fun at all,” but despite her words, she refused to let up. Her heart swelled and the warmth in her belly was pooling in anticipation over getting you to cum that quickly for her.
Her fingers curled at your sweet spot deep inside you, her wet tongue tracing your slit and applying pressure at your clit. Her mouth was sloppy and messy with your arousal, but she demanded more.
She kept fucking you until you cried out. She wasn’t going to stop. She was going to make sure you’d give her everything—you owed her this after all the stupid dates you’ve been on.
Not being able to take it anymore, you arched your back off the cushions, letting your hands tangle into her smooth, black strands, giving them a tug. The hair pulling was something Toph had never discovered about herself—but as your greedy hands tightened in her hair, demanding her face deeper against your pussy, she couldn’t control herself.
“Goddamn, you fucking whore,” she growled with an incredulous laugh. “You said you belonged to me, didn’t you? Prove it to me. Cum for me, pet. All over my face.”
You desperately tugged at her hair, your body completely stiff as you screamed her name. A wave of overwhelming pleasure coursed through your fragile body, your tight walls clenching around her fingers as you pulsed in release.
You mewled and whimpered—trying to hold it back, yet you couldn’t.
You squirted, a gush of your wetness spraying right across Toph’s face and wetting her lips and her cheeks. She flinched, pulling back from the sudden spray as your thighs shook violently against her shoulders, completely soaking the cushions beneath you.
Toph let out a sharp, surprised gasp, staying right there on her knees. Her fingers remained still inside you, basking in the feel of you twitching and fluttering. Your body finally gave out, leaving you slumping heavy against the cushions.
Your breathing was uneven and heavy, and you refused to look her in the face after everything.
“I’m… I don’t know what to say,” you finally breathed when the silence in the room became too much. “I’m so sorry, I—I don’t know what got over me. I didn’t mean to—I’ll clean it. I’ll clean the couch, I’ll clean your face. Shit. I’m so sorry—”
You didn’t know why you were apologizing. It only added fuel to your embarrassment. Toph’s face was completely unreadable. Was she mad? Did she regret all of this?
She slowly sank back on her heels, bringing a hand up to her cheek to swipe a line of your slickness across her skin. She brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them, her tongue dragging slow across her fingers.
She still didn’t say anything.
You wanted to die from embarrassment.
“T—Toph..”
“Shut up,” she muttered.
Your breath hitched, and you wanted to cry. You tried to push yourself up from the ruined cushions. “I’m so sorry. I’ll get a towel—”
Toph stood up, stepping back into the space between your legs, forcing you open. Her hand found the top of the couch, her large and muscular body leaning over you. Her hands reached down to her own waistband, her fingers hooking into the fabric and tugging firmly down along with her underwear, letting you see the top of her dark curls.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” she hissed. “Sit down. I’m not done with you.”
sloppy toppy with tophie
thank you for reading! you can read more of my works on my masterlist.
Warnings: Switch!Toph, cunnilingus, fingering, Public sex, foot grinding, Pussydrunk!Toph, reader uses Waterbending on Toph, dirty smut.
Toph Beifong. A woman who prided herself on her strength and fearlessness. A woman who never let silly emotions throw off her focus.
Well, that is until she met you.
There was just something about the way you carried yourself— Confident, strong-willed, untamable— That was so alluring to her.
You had this ability to make others falter without even trying. Nothing could hold you down. Not even gravity.
You were able to take even the most crowded of rooms, and make it so that all she ‘saw’ was you.
Everything she’s ever told herself was thrown out of the window with only a single glance from those beautiful eyes. It was infuriating!
Yet, so addictive..
Toph couldn’t help but want you. You challenged her in a way no other ever had the guts to. Every opinion? Shot down by your intellect and boldness. Every insult thrown your way by her? Dodged and sent full force to her with your sass and witty comebacks.
It was everything she’s ever craved! Everything she never even knew she needed.
Toph Beifong. The strongest Earthbender in the world. Had finally met her match, and it was the most exhilarating feeling in all of the Earth Kingdom.
She found herself staring at you more often than she’d admit. Head tilted to the side the way blind people do when they’re studying someone’s every move.
And when you caught her gawking at you? You faced her head on. Popping out your hip with that unshakable attitude of yours, and smiling so smugly she could practically feel that confidence radiating off you in seismic waves.
And— Oh, she loved every second of it.
You were a force to be reckoned with. A strong one at that. A Waterbender, just like Katara. But, so much more dangerous. You managed to tear every one of her walls down with a smirk and a flip of your hair.
Ugh, it was getting harder and harder to control herself around you. And everyone knew it!
It was all in the way she stared at you. Wherever you’d walk by, her gaze would linger. Nothing but pure, unadulterated hunger behind those sightless eyes.
Right now was no different. You and Toph were at dinner together, bickering per usual. She’d say something out of pocket, (Because, of course Toph flirts by being mean) and you’d retort with a remark ten times worse!
Spirits, it made her head spin with ecstasy. Because, you didn’t back down. Never did when it came down to it.
Her heart pounded in her chest. Eyes sparkling with delight, not that you ever noticed.
Toph leaned in closer, to which you responded in kind by closing in the distance just a fraction as well. She smirked. That cocky little curl of lips that could make anyone’s knees weak, and spoke in an almost rougher tone.
“Gods..”
Her gaze never wavered from where she knew yours was. Raw, unfiltered need etched all over her features. Her foot lifting to brush against your leg under the table before continuing..
“You’re so hot when you talk back.”
You stay completely still, Not even acknowledging the way her bare foot was teasing your skin. You just sat there staring at her with a tilted head that matched her own and that stupidly attractive smile on your face. It’s like you know what you’re doing to her!
“Yeah?”
Your voice was low, seductive. Toph’s breath hitched at the sound, almost imperceptible had you not been so close to her. It made the smirk on your face turn downright wicked.
“You like it when I’m like this?”
She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she dragged her foot slowly up your calf, bare sole warm against your pants. Teasing, testing how far you’d let her go.
Then that smirk returned full force, the one that said I’m about to wreck you.
“Like it?” She echoed lowly, leaning even closer until her nose almost brushed yours. “I’m obsessed with it.”
Her voice dropped to a growl—the kind only you ever got—and her hand shot out and grabbed the back of your neck.
“Well, that’s a real problem..”
You whisper teasingly in response, lips purposefully brushing against Toph’s before pulling back entirely and sitting back in your booth chair.
“Because, you’re not getting anything from me. That is.. unless you like to grovel.”
Toph froze.
The air between you turned electric—charged with challenge and something far more dangerous— arousal.
For a heartbeat, she didn’t move. Just sat there, her hand still hovering where your neck had been seconds ago. Her lips tingled from that near-kiss—a ghost of contact—and her entire body screamed to close the gap again.
But no.
You’d pulled away. Teased her. Dared her to grovel?
A slow, wild grin spread across Toph’s face. The kind that meant trouble for everyone involved, especially you.
She leaned back in her chair now… arms crossing over that broad chest like a queen sizing up an insolent knight who just insulted the crown.
“Ohhh,” she purred, voice thick with amusement and threat all at once. “You wanna play it like that?”
Her foot? Still on your leg, but now pressing harder into your thigh as if marking territory.
And then came the smirk again…
The one right before battle began.
“I do.”
You hum, finger moving under the table to lightly graze the sensitive skin of her ankle and lightly trailing your fingertips around it.
“You want me? Show me how much.”
Toph’s pulse spiked.
That little graze, just a feather-light touch on her ankle, sent a shock through her like lightning through stone. Her breath caught, muscles tensing not from anger, but desire, hot and sudden.
She hadn’t expected you to play dirty. To go straight for the weak spot, a sensitive nerve she rarely showed anyone.
And gods… it felt good.
Too good. You were unraveling her with just your finger, and you knew it too, judging by that smug grin of yours.
Her jaw tightened. Pride warred with passion inside Toph Beifong, the girl who never begged now fighting every instinct not to throw herself at you right here in front of everyone in the mess hall (where they totally weren't supposed to be doing this).
But then?
A slow breath out…
And without tearing her eyes away from yours— Blind as they are— She did something completely unexpected for someone as proud as she was.
She slid under the table.
Kneeling right there between your legs like a servant ready to obey any command.
You raised one of your brows, surprised she was actually down there. Under you. Staring up at you, like that.
Completely at your mercy..
You shifted your gaze toward the restaurant. Nobody seemed to be paying any mind to either of you, each customer unaware of the filth that was about to take place right under their noses.
Toph’s hands draw you out of your thoughts. Rough, calloused, wrapped around your legs. Slowly trailing up your calves, lifting one up to her shoulder and pressing a lingering kiss to the skin there.
Then another to your knee.
And one more to your inner thigh..
Stopping when she reached the thin piece of fabric under your skirt. Your lips were parted, a shaky breath escaping your mouth. And just when things were getting good..
“Excuse me.”
Your eyes landed over to the voice instantly, eyes wide and staring at the waiter who had his notepad in hand.
“Your order, Ma’am.”
You sat frozen for a second, then cleared your throat and looked down at the menu that was resting on the table, idly scanning over it.
You’d thought that Toph would stop her ministrations when there was a person right beside them.. That you would be safe from the consequences of teasing her until she finally caved?
Wrong.
Her finger lifted to your inner thigh, burying her face between your legs and inhaling the scent that was already coaxing from your panties. Then? She pulled them to the side, blowing a puff of air teasingly onto your core.
“And for the drinks we can- can..”
Your whole body shuddered, a low pitched moan erupted from your throat.
“Are you okay, Ma’am?”
The waiter actually looked worried, pen pausing its note taking and his eyes lifted to your now flushed face.
“Who, me? God- good! I’m good! Just so cold in here..”
You managed to say, the shivers that came from Toph’s tongue movements made the lie a little more convincing.
“Oh. Okay then.. I’ll just bring you guys some waters. We’ll be back with your orders shortly.”
Toph smirked against your cunt, licking a long stripe over your center and then latching her lips to your clit. Sucking on the bud with a fervor that made your thighs clench around her head.
You clasped a hand over your mouth, keeping the moans that left your lips muffled as Toph worked your pussy.
Toph’s free hand lifted, pulling your pussy lips apart and sliding two of her digits inside of you.
Curling them up to hit that sweet spot deep that you were never able to reach with your own fingers. Your back arched off the seat, hips bucking into her hand to meet her thrusts.
“Toph!”
Your voice came out higher than intended. Though due to the loud atmosphere, no one heard it. Thankfully..
Your body jolted when she pulled her fingers out of you, only to push them back in deliciously enough to make your head fall back against the booth.
Her tongue didn’t stop either. Continuing to suck on your pulsing clit, nibbling when her fingers thrusted into you, and flattening it again in an open-mouthed kiss. Her free hand hooked around your thigh, keeping you from squirming away while she drowned in the feel of your pussy. The way your juices smeared over her face, how your walls clamped around her fingers like they were claiming them.
One of your hands found her hair, tugging on the strands harshly enough to make her groan and guiding her face closer to you. You weren’t gentle with her, she loved it. How you took what you wanted from her without question. The thought alone was enough to dampen her underwear.
Spirits above, you were so made for her..
Toph’s fingers curled into you deeper, continuously hitting that spot that made you see stars. Your climax came with a breathless sob from your mouth. Toph never paused her actions, drawling out your pleasure for as long as possible. When your tremors stopped is when she finally pulled away from you.
Her gaze lifted up to you, unfocused eyes narrowing as she took in your disheveled state. A wide, cocky grin spreading across her features.
You were gone now. Face flushed a dark red, pupils blown wide with want, throat hoarse from trying to keep your sounds in. There was even a little drool dripping at the corner of your mouth. Gods, that might’ve been the best you ever had. Way too good for someone who once said they hated you. So, being the generous person you were..
Who would you be if you didn’t return the favor?
Your hand moved under the table, not to grab at her hair, no. Instead, you flexed a finger outward. Using your Waterbending to gather all of the wetness in her boxers and move it up to her clit.
The slick circling around it torturously slow, make a low groan leave Toph. You weren’t merciful, your bending pressing excruciatingly hard into her, but not going fast enough to create any sort of build up.
Toph got impatient, her hands moving to your legs, pulling you closer to her and grinding against your foot hungrily.
You took notice of this, pausing your movements enough to make her whimper, then amplifying her pleasure by making her juices vibrate over her aching core.
“Holy shit-“
Toph breathed out, stopping her movements for a second, A low, guttural sound getting torn from her.
Your finger made another motion, the vibrations on her clit getting faster, rougher. Toph let out a whine, her head dropping to your thigh. Her hips proceeding their motions on your foot, thrusts now growing sloppier, losing their rhythm, signaling that she was about to cum.
You pressed her slick rougher into her, amping up the pressure into her clit one last time before she’s finding her release. Teeth sinking into the plush skin of your thigh to muffle her sounds. You rode out her high, bending stopping their movements when she went pliant in your lap.
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You guys ended up getting the food to go.
It was late now, the two of you walking the quiet streets of the Earth kingdom. Toph’s arm now draped around your shoulder as if marking her territory.
“So..”
Toph starts, keeping her gaze forward for a second before turning to you with a wide grin.
“Dinner at my place next time?”
WAIT CAUSE I WAS IN MY BAG WITH THIS ONE
Guys please enjoy this, It took me hours to finish it. Commitment ya’ll.
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