“baby, you feeling okay?” vi whispered into your ear, her arm snaking around your waist. you looked up at her, nodding silently. vi knew how shy you could get, especially in a setting like this. you were at the park, having a picnic with some of vi’s friends. you had met some of them before, sure, yet you didn’t know them enough to feel comfortable around them. thankfully, her friends were distracted with a game of uno, Jayce laughing as he places a plus four card on the deck towards Mel. you reached out for vi’s hand, giving it a light squeeze. vi gave you a soft smile, leaning in and kissing your cheek.
as the day went on, vi could see how quiet you were being. she didn’t like it, not one bit. she wanted you to be comfortable, and it was clear you weren’t. she lifted your hand up, pressing a loving kiss to her knuckles. “honey,” she called, pulling her hand away to cup your cheek. “yeah..?” you asked, slowly leaning into her hand. “wanna get out of here? we can eat something other than these strawberries and maybe watch something.” your eyes lit up as you eagerly nodded. “yeah!”
walking into the apartment, vi took off her leather jacket and hung it up. you trailed in behind her, looking down at your intertwined hands. “what’re we gonna eat?” you asked, your thumb rubbing soothing circles against vi’s knuckles. “whatever you want, doll.” vi leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
after eating a delicious sandwich vi made, you both settled down in bed. vi turned on the tv, putting on the show you’d been watching together for the past week. she tugged you closer, making your head rest on your chest. she began to stroke your hair, watching as your eyes got droopier. vi let out a small chuckle, turning the tv off so you wouldnt miss a single thing. “i love you, baby. just get some rest.”
credits to me. feel free to use and save. of course credit would be appreciated but it is not required. I’m just making these for fun <3 @bunnysp1ce @kalkachis
𓏲ּ𝄢 wrapper is wrinkled but the candy is still sweet .ᐟ
╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ 18+ nsfw, fluff, modern au, older toph, younger reader (not that young because I'm not a weirdo!), age gap, mommy kink, praise, nipple play, oral, dom!toph, black coded reader (anyone can enjoy, of course!), finger sucking, strap usage (referred to as a dick) ─ basically filth and cute stuff wrapped into one big present
╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ synopsis: headcanons of big mama toph and her wife ─ art by osteoueso on twitter
wc: 1k (˵◝ ⩊ ◜˵マ
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: loves spoiling her beautiful girl. anything you want, she'll give it to you, no questions. you want a few hundred dollars to go to the mall? she'll let you take her card! you've been eyeing some new shoes recently? you can get them in every color! want a new set of acrylic nails? you're already heading to the nearest salon. there's food at an expensive restaurant that you've been dying to try? reservation immediately booked.
all you have to do is say the word and it's yours. as long as you're good for her, of course .ᐟ
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: who is so strict, especially when it's time to go to bed. you wouldn't describe yourself as a night owl, but some days you just can't sleep and decide to stay up and watch tv in the living room to not wake your wife up. yeah...not the best choice
when she hears the tv, she walks out the bedroom and finds you sitting peacefully on the couch. then, without warning, her strong arms lift you up and throws you over her shoulder.
"what the- baby! what are you doing?!" you exclaim, lightly smacking her back in protest while kicking your legs. she slaps your ass as she starts walking back to the room. "cut all of that out" her voice is groggy and slighty irritated. you did interrupt her sleep after all, "what did I tell you about staying up late?"
"but i can't sleep" you whine. she lays you on the bed and wraps her beefy arms around you, locking you against her chest. "well, try." she mutters, already falling back to sleep
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: tells you to model for her whenever she buys you new clothes. at first this confused you, I mean she can't see so what's the point. however, that's the thing—she doesn't need to see how you look, she can just feel instead.
for example: one day she bought you the cutest pink baby tee, but when you looked in the mirror to see how it fit, it looked a bit too tight. "hmm...i don't know if this is the right size, tophie. i think it looks weird" you turn to her as she sits on the edge of the bed.
"really? lemme see" she walks up behind you. "what do you mean-hmph!" your words are cut off when her hands starts squeezing your chest over your shirt, fingers rubbing and twisting your nipples.
you let out soft moans, thighs squeezing together and shaking a bit. but the sensation stops not long after it began. her hands travel down to your waist, "looks good to me, sweetheart" she murmurs in your ear, nibbling on it. "girl-get off me!" you squeak, face warm as hell itself
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: who's only gotten beefier and sexier with age, which makes you absolutely drool. yes, she's noticed. and yes, she loves teasing you about it. whenever she's working out, you can't help but go from yapping to silently staring, eyes focused on her arm muscles rippling with each curl of her biceps, abs glistening with sweat, toned, thick thighs flexing with every move.
god, if someone walked past they'd think you're a puppy waiting for it's treat
"you like what you see? she asks, tilting her head, already knowing the answer. her question snaps you back to reality. steam might as well come out of your ears with how hot your face was. "no! i-i mean, yes!" you stumble. she chuckles, "i know you do, baby"
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: (wo)manhandles you into any position she wants when she's fucking you, her favorite being mating press. you'd think with her age, stamina would be something of the past, but that's completely wrong in her case.
her large hands push your thighs so far back, tits squished as her dick pounds into you at a relentless pace. the squelching sounds of your pussy and the needy cries you let out only makes her fuck you harder
“doing such a good job for me, babygirl” she’ll praise
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: uses you when she needs to de-stress after a long day of work. one minute you’re greeting her at the door like usual. the next, you’re completely naked while sitting on your heels, hands squeezing on toph’s bare thighs as your face is being shoved into her sopping wet pussy.
your tongue explores and swipes all over her folds, then all over her big, swollen clit, so greedy her juices. one of her hands grip the back of your bonnet, the other reaches down and spreads herself wider for you to indulge in her deeper “hah— that’s it. fucking hungry for mommy’s pussy, aren't you? you like how I taste that much, hm?”
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: washes your locs whenever it’s wash day! sure, she doesn’t have the slightest clue on how to twist them afterwards but she’ll listen closely to your instructions when you’re teaching her how to. after all, her pretty girl shouldn’t be doing all the work when she’s right there
your head rests on her thighs as she twists, the combination of her soft hands and calming music playing in the back almost has you falling asleep
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: shoves her thick fingers in your mouth whenever you talk back to her. your eyes flutter as you start sucking, holding her wrist to focus. she smiles, her free hand reaching for your head to gently massage your scalp. “my baby just wanted her mouth a little full, didn’t she?” she shoves them deeper. you gag a little as you lazily nod, brain already turning to mush
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: uses the biggest straps on you because she loves stretching you out and hearing the sounds you make. she’ll have your face smushed into the pillows while she gives you the nastiest back shots imaginable
you try so hard to be good for her but the pleasure becomes too much. you reach your hand back and press it against her abs, trying to push her away. “m-mommy please. it’s too biggg” you mewl. one of her hands smacks your brown ass, the other snatching both of yours and putting them behind your back.
“no more whining. you’ve taken bigger baby, you can handle it”
traveling with gf!ellie looks like you never having to carry your luggage, or any carry-on for that matter. gf!ellie who, despite this, will find some sort of way to hold your hand even if that means linking pinkies. gf!ellie who will reiterate that stupid pack with me to go to greece! tiktok audio every chance she gets. traveling with gf!ellie looks like shared entertainment, always. a movie becomes two across shared screens, insisting that the frames need to line up perfectly before the movie can start. her pulling a switch out of her backpack turns into fortnite duos. her music blasting in her headphones turn into a spotify jam (because yes, she will abuse that feature). traveling with gf!ellie looks like her having one of those snack boxes and her giving you a piece of everything she has. it can also look like her hand on your thigh at all prominent times, and when her arm starts to cramp up from remaining in that position for too long, she will (quite literally) pout when you tell her to move it. traveling with gf!ellie means that you do have to hold her hand when there’s turbulence, and she will have to lean on your shoulder when she feels tired, no exceptions. it’s just a part of traveling with gf!ellie.
toph beifong as your gf headcanons .ᐟ.ᐟ wlw⸝⸝ some 18+ nsfw
masterlist ⋆ soft toph headcanons ⋆ modern toph headcanons
✮ gf!toph beifong gets jealous so fast. when she gets jealous, you have to run. seriously. petty remarks, constant eyerolling, arms always crossed, pouty, and grumpy. if she's upset, she's going to make it everyone else's problem.
"toph, can you please stop being childish and talk to me?" you'd protest weakly. and instead of being a mature adult about it, she'd scoff out a laugh and say, "me? being a child? look who's talking! with the way you're flaunting yourself in front of other people." "toph, if you're jealous, just say that." "yeah, you fucking wish."
✮ gf!toph beifong who shows her soft side in the most simple ways. after long days of training where you haven't seen her all day, and she knows you're at home waiting for her, she'll come home with all your favorite foods. pork buns to go with a cup of your favorite tea. "toph? you brought this home for me?" "yeah, yeah, whatever. eat it now before it gets cold."
✮ gf!toph beifong secretly loves it when you pull her hair. she'll be completely dominant in bed, having you bent in the craziest positions, crying out her name like a prayer. but the minute you tug on those long, black strands? you're cooked. she'll growl deep in her throat and spin you around, burying your face into the pillows. "you shouldn't have done that."
✮ gf!toph beifong loves putting her fingers in your mouth. she doesn't know how to explain it. maybe because of how wet and warm it is and it gets you to stop talking?
✮ gf!toph beifong is actually a little spoon. big, strong arms wrapped around your waist while her face is tucked against your breasts. her legs are tangled tightly with yours, keeping them completely still. when you try to shift around to get comfortable, she'll only pull you closer. "don't go," she'd mumble tiredly.
✮ gf!toph beifong is a nacho reheater i'm sorry. you'll say something funny to her one day and she'll barely chuckle with a "that was pretty good babe." but then she'll re-use that same joke with the gaang without giving you credit.
✮ gf!toph beifong always needs to be touching you in one way or another. whether it's clinging to your arm in a crowded place, or her knee constantly brushing yours. if you so much as say, "i'm going to the bathroom, be right back—" she's already sticking to you like a loyal puppy. "i'm coming with you."
✮ gf!toph beifong says "i love you" more in her sleep than she does when she's awake.
artist credit for 2nd pic: @/anthewitch (x and tumblr)
𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
part i: talk or kiss*
*not a necessary read, but this fic is meant to be a continuation!
‧₊˚── Request: May i request sevika x virgin reader? Sevika walks in on reader humping her(Sevika’s) pillow…🫣 woaah who said that? must’ve been the wind…
Word Count: 6.6k
Content/Warnings: nsfw, virgin!reader, top!sev, bottom!reader, no pronouns/gendered terms used for reader, reader has female anatomy, reader watches porn for like five seconds, so so so much consent, lots of banter, tw: corporate 9-5 LMAO
A/N: right. so. 6k words. and i have a lot to say about them LOL. 1. yes i know i porn is bad but look im not gonna act like i don't break out twitter to watch some lesbians get it on every once in a while okay? 2. i am SO glad i got this request because i've yet to see a fic where the reader was a virgin and wasn't highly highly infantilized, which i am... not a fan of. this reader is grown, knows their body well, and isn't clueless about sex— this was very much intentional. no shade. 3. this fic was very cathartic for me as someone who grew up steeped in purity culture and experienced a huge emphasis both on virginity and the loss of it. it's certainly an interpretation of a very successful first time, and that is to offer comfort to folks who may not have had that, rather than make anyone feel ashamed of what their first time looked like or what their relationship to virginity looks like in the first place. i want people to read my work and feel good— never the opposite— so that feels important to name. 4. in the name of representing what i hope will read as a very healthy approach to someone having sex for the first time, sev may come off a bit ooc. i've got plenty of other iterations of sevika's sexual presence in my handy-dandy masterlist, but if you're looking for some good ol' sweet sev, then without further ado, i hope you enjoy!
𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐁𝐞𝐞 ୨ৎ
──˚₊୨ৎ‧₊˚──
You're not quite sure when you and Sevika officially started dating.
It happened much like your first kiss— spontaneous, but still entirely inevitable. The kiss shared in her doorway became a kiss on your temple to greet you, hands held whenever you strolled the streets of The Lanes, a spare toothbrush in her bathroom, and the right side of her closet dedicated to your clothes.
And now, you're sprawled out in her bed, watching the morning sun catch the copper metal of her left arm as she pads around the room, getting ready for work.
"You still good to pick Isha up from school?" She muses, feeding a leather belt through the belt loops of her slacks. "No worries if not. Don't want you to feel like that's something you're responsible for."
You softly smile, nuzzling against her pillow.
"I don't mind at all," you reply, voice still thick with sleep. "Jus' feel bad they're keeping you so late. Three hours for a meeting is—"
"Fucking ridiculous," she suddenly spits, looking at you.
You chuckle as she huffs, now fastening her watch onto her wrist.
"I'll tell you what," she continues, "I've never taken a sick day in my life. But a meeting 'til seven o'clock in the evening?"
She walks over to you, interrupting her own train of thought to press a kiss to your forehead before continuing,
"I almost said 'fuck it' and submitted the PTO last night."
"Not too late to call out," you suggest, pulling her in for a kiss that's slow, lazy, and clearly meant to escalate.
But that's the thing.
The two of you haven't had sex yet.
You've never had sex at all.
And Sevika insists that your first time should be more than a frantic quickie.
"You're so chivalrous," you always tell her.
"If I'm not chivalrous, I'm dead," she always replies.
But it's moments like these— moments where she pulls away from a kiss with swollen lips and a hungry gaze— that you wish she'd throw chivalry to the wind and ravage you.
But, alas. She insists on an ordeal. And, unfortunately, there isn't much time for ordeals when there are jobs to work, errands to run, and a six-year-old to take care of.
So, you relent once she says she's going to be late, and watch with a pout as she makes her way toward the bedroom door.
"Don't have too much fun without me," she jokes, one foot already in the hallway.
You snort. "My hand is already halfway down my pants, dude."
She barks out a laugh, shutting the door behind her before making her way down the hall.
You listen closely to boots growing farther and farther away.
You sit up to make sure you catch the sound of the front door being locked from the outside.
And as soon as you hear it,
You're falling onto your back. Pulling out your phone. Reaching for your earbuds.
Watching porn at eight in the morning is certainly not among your proudest moments, but, hey, at least you aren't watching it out loud through your phone's speakers. Pilties aren't the only people with decorum…
You navigate to the page of a couple you've admittedly grown slightly emotionally attached to, and sigh in relief as you reach down to press against the ample arousal already dampening your underwear.
It isn't Sevika's hand tracing circles over your clothed clit. It isn't her above you, stealing your breath away, pressing kisses to lips, your jaw, your collar bone, before trailing down, down, down to the heat between your thighs.
But, Janna, she's all you can think about. Even with the vision of melding bodies and the sounds of their coupling playing on your phone. Especially when you roll your head to the side, press your face into Sevika's pillow, and all you can smell is her.
The jasmine-scented shampoo she hates the smell of, but won't throw away because it'd be a waste. The sea salt and cedar soap you gifted her last year, which she claims is too fancy, but keeps replacing.
You can practically smell her stepping out of the shower now. You can see it, too; steam wafting in from the bathroom, Sevika stepping out in nothing but a towel wrapped loosely around her waist, droplets of water beading on bronze skin, her fingers combing strands of dark, wet hair out of her face—
You press your thighs together.
The pressure isn't enough.
So, all of a sudden, you're snatching her pillow out from under your head, rolling onto your side, trapping it in between your legs, and riding it like you did her thigh last weekend.
The postman had interrupted that. If he interrupts this, too, he's a dead man.
You wrap your arms around the pillow, one hand pushing the cushion against your core and the other holding your phone up to your face as you desperately chase your release. It's pathetic, really; the way your hips feverishly buck, the way your brows furrow and your teeth clamp down on your bottom lip, the way her name tumbles from your mouth in a pleading whisper.
You might be embarrassed by just how pathetic it is if you could think at all.
But you're so lost in it. Too lost to pay attention to the bodies on your screen. Too lost to listen to the mewls and moans playing through your earbuds.
Too lost to hear her rushing down the hallway.
She bursts into the room, and you yelp, shooting up and ripping your earbuds out of your ears.
"Sorry, doll; I left my damn wallet, because of course—"
Her eyes hadn't caught you in their initial sweep of the room.
They're glued to you now.
You, chest heaving, eyes wide, legs squeezed shut.
Her pillow between them.
"Shit. You weren't kidding about having a hand halfway down your pants, huh?"
"I'm sorry," you begin to jabber, "I didn't— I thought you were gone and I didn't hear you come back in and I was just— this morning we were— and then I just couldn't—"
The shit-eating grin on her face softens as she approaches, her voice softening just the same.
"Baby," she coos, mattress dipping where she sits on its edge, "why are you sorry?"
You blink rapidly, scrambling to find your words through thoughts racing as fast as your heart.
"I just… I-I don't know," you stammer, mortified. "This is…"
You look over at the now-paused video on your phone, down at the pillow in between your legs, and back up at her.
"This is really embarrassing," you finally exhale.
"Is it?"
You punch out a single laugh, incredulous.
"Is it? Yes, it is! You just walked in on me riding your pillow! That's— ugh!"
You bury your hands in your face, cheeks burning.
She leans in to press a kiss to your head. Then, one to your temple.
Then, one to the soft skin just below your ear.
She lets her lips brush its shell as she husks,
"You don't think I find it super fuckin' hot that you got this riled up over a kiss?"
Your head pops up because that statement is, frankly, offensive.
"It was not just a kiss, Sevika. Your hand was about two inches from my—"
"You're right," she smirks. "I didn't even have to touch you, and here you are, writhing against my pillow like you're in heat."
That statement is infinitely more offensive.
And, unfortunately, it also goes directly to your clit.
You scoff. Roll your eyes. Grumble, "You're so mean."
But your thighs press together even harder.
And Sevika notices, because of course she does. She knows exactly what she does to you.
And she's just decided it's high time she does something about it.
"Gimme a second," she mumbles, reaching into her back pocket for her phone.
You watch, confused, as her thumbs dart across the screen.
"What are you doing?"
"What's it look like I'm doing?" She replies, placing her phone on the nightstand before reaching down for the laces of her boots. "I'm calling in sick so I can stay home to fuck you."
Right.
Naturally.
"… Is that alright?" She inquires, observing your slack-jawed expression with an air of confusion, like you're the one who's lost their mind.
"I… you…"
And finally, you burst into laughter.
"You called in sick to take my virginity?"
"There you go," she smirks. "Now you're getting it."
"Sevika," you guffaw. "This is… You did not need to do that."
"I know I didn't need to," she replies.
But the dress shirt that's already been yanked off and thrown into the pile of laundry across the room signals that she damn sure wants to.
"I'm serious, Sev."
She looks up from peeling her socks off to find that you're starting to curl into yourself— that you're wringing your hands, that your eyes are landing anywhere but on her.
That you're nervous.
"Hey. Look at me."
She plants a hand on your thigh, squeezing twice.
A shaky breath escapes you as you meet her gaze, your cheeks prickling with heat.
"You call the shots here," she asserts. "If all you wanna do is lay in bed and watch some rich housewives bitch at each other, we can do that instead."
"You called outta work for me, baby," you chortle. "I'm not gonna make you watch shitty TV with me all day."
She rears back, feigning deep offense.
"I beg your pardon. The Real Housewives is the pinnacle of modern television, and I, for one, happen to enjoy watching rich housewives bitch at each other."
You laugh because Sevika's not kidding. She's very invested in the current fallout of Patricia's latest fundraiser flop.
"I was already halfway to calling out as soon as I realized I'd left my wallet here," she admits. "Seein' you curled up in bed all hot and bothered definitely sealed the deal, I'll admit, but that doesn't mean that anything has to happen. You don't owe me a thing."
"No, no," you shake your head, "I want to. I want to have sex. I just…"
You sigh, and she smiles, warm and patient and encouraging.
"I'm just nervous, I guess," you say with a bashful chuckle.
"Makes sense," she nods.
"And it feels silly," you continue, "because it's not like we haven't done anything."
"'S not stupid."
"But what if I'm not good at it? Or… or I can't finish, or I make weird noises, or—"
"Y/n."
Sevika's voice is stern as she interrupts, but the moment your eyes meet hers, a grin tugs at her lips.
"Number one: There's no such thing as being 'good at sex.' 'Good' is subjective. Everyone likes something different. Your only job is to tell me what you like and what you don't. Understand?"
"Yeah…"
"Good. Number two: Please refer back to point number one, which states that your only job is to tell me what you like and what you don't. Your job isn't to come. Sex doesn't have to be about coming at all. We'll do what feels good for as long as we want, and if we get an orgasm or two out of it? Great. If not? No sweat. The goal is just to have a little bit of fun. Okay?"
A smile of your own tentatively stretches across your face as you nod.
"Okay. Number three:"
She pauses for a moment, like she knows you'll get a kick out of what comes next.
And she's right. When she suddenly declares that,
"The weirder the noises, the better."
You can't help but snort.
"I'm serious. None of that fake pornstar moaning bullshit. I would genuinely rather you sound like a dying animal than be in my bed faking moans."
A look of betrayal flashes across her face at the mere thought, and you can't help but throw your arms around her neck as you laugh.
Her arms snake around your waist, her hold firm, her low chuckle soothing as it rumbles through you.
"Hey," she murmurs, pulling you back to look at her. "We still don't have to do anything."
"I know," you nod.
And before you can help it, you're leaning in.
Your body buzzes as your lips press against her own. Her mouth is soft and sweet. The kiss is, too.
Until she pulls away just enough for you to share breath for a moment. Until her bottom lip brushes against your own, until she catches it between her teeth, until her tongue is in your mouth and your hands are in her hair and you're only pulling away again because your lungs are empty.
That's when she gives you the look. The one she gave you as she guided your rolling hips against hard muscle before the postman knocked. The one she gave you this morning before you both remembered that her 9-5 exists, and it was already 8:45.
The one that always makes you think,
I need her to fuck me.
But this time, that sentiment escapes you— barely— an "I'm ready," that's just above a whisper and sounds more like a plea than anything.
Still— this time, it isn't just a desperate thought. This time, it's real. You're ushered to lean back onto the pillows propped up against the headboard, and your heart pounds, because this is actually happening.
"Comfortable?" Sevika asks, standing to undo her belt and take off her slacks.
"Yeah," you exhale, breath quaking.
"Nervous?" She knowingly smiles, climbing back onto the bed, now donning nothing more than a pair of boxer briefs, a racerback bra, and a pair of socks.
"Mhm," you smile back, eyes tracking her as she lies down next to you and props herself up on an elbow.
Her free hand reaches up to cradle your face, the metal especially cool against the warmth of your skin.
"That's okay," she assures you, her thumb stroking the apple of your cheek. "Nerves are fine. You just let me know if they start feelin' bad and you wanna stop, yeah?"
"Okay."
"Okay," she echoes with a grin. "You good if we pick up where we left off now? 'Cause I really like having your tongue in my mouth."
You weave your fingers through the silky strands at the nape of her neck and pull her toward you, your lips crashing together.
Your teeth clack as you smile against each other's mouths, and though you're hundreds of kisses removed from the first one you shared with Sevika, it feels like you're right back on the couch in her living room, where you learned how to do this in the first place.
Your legs tangle as she swings one of hers over one of yours, but suddenly, you're lurching away.
"Dude," you scold. "Socks in bed? Take those off, you freak."
For a long moment, Sevika stills, thrown by the sudden condemnation.
"Seriously?" She narrows her eyes. "You're on my ass about socks in bed right now?"
"Seriously. Take 'em off if you want a piece. Non-negotiable."
She laughs in disbelief.
She takes them off anyway.
Because, yes, she absolutely does want a piece.
"Alright," she chuckles, flinging the last sock onto the pile. "Your first non-negotiable. I appreciate your communication."
You hum in acknowledgement as she leans back in to kiss you, and with her socks officially off and the sensory nightmare safely dodged, her legs are quickly tangled with yours once more.
Like muscle memory, her thigh ends up pressed against your clit, and you suck in a breath of air.
"This okay?" She immediately asks.
"Yeah," you reply in between kisses. "It's perfect."
A single rut against her thigh elicits a sigh of contentment; of relief.
This is already better than her pillow by a long shot.
"Can we keep doing this for a little bit?" You ask, your hips now rocking steadily back and forth. "I really like it… Makes me really wet."
The groan Sevika lets out makes you even wetter.
"Fuck— course we can, baby. You can have whatever you want. You just tell me, and I'll make it happen."
You nod as her lips follow the path of your jaw down to the column of your neck. She's breathing heavy against your skin, pressing open-mouthed kisses anywhere and everywhere she can.
She bites.
"Marks okay?"
"Mhm."
She sucks.
And by the time she comes back up to look at you with swollen lips and pupils blown wide, you're littered with blooming bruises.
"Janna," you chuckle breathlessly. "You tryin' to eat me?"
"Can I?"
Your eyes snap to each other's.
The insinuation isn't lost on you. You know what she's really asking for— and she looks surprised, like she hadn't meant to ask at all.
So you pause.
"Are you asking to eat me out?"
Sevika lets out an airy chuckle, and you swear you see the tips of her ears go red.
"Only if that's something you're comfortable with. Up to you."
You give her a grin.
Hook your thumbs around the waistband of your underwear and pull them down your legs.
And as you toss them to the floor, you nod,
"You can eat me out. I want you to eat me out."
She perks up like a puppy who just heard "treat."
"You sure?" She breathes, still as a statue until you give her another nod.
But the moment you do?
"Oh, fuck," she sighs, scooting down to begin pressing a line of kisses down your stomach.
"Oh, fuck, oh fuck," she chants.
You grin, running your fingers through her hair. "Someone's excited."
"No, you don't understand," she shakes her head, hovering just over your mons. "This is, like, my favorite shit ever."
You can't help but giggle, but a gasp intercepts as she gets close enough for you to feel her breath on your cunt.
Her head snaps up, her eyes locking onto you.
"You okay?"
"Yeah," you shakily reply. "I'm okay. It's just… new. I feel exposed," you chuckle.
"Yeah," she snorts. "That's why some folks don't like this. Having someone's face right in your vagina is, uh…"
She doesn't finish her sentence before you burst into a fit of laughter, and she's quick to follow in her own.
"It's a lot," she concludes. "You still want to try it?"
"Oh, yeah," you nod quickly. "I do. I'll let you know if I wanna stop."
She grins, proud.
"Sounds good, sweetness."
She wraps her arms around your legs, and your hands find purchase in the sheets, the clench of your fists grounding as your body begins to buzz with anticipation.
"Some people like for their partners to start at their thighs. Other people like for their partners to dive right in," she explains. "You got a preference?"
You think for a moment, eyes squinting.
"Start at my thighs," you decide.
So Sevika nods and places a kiss on your inner thigh, and you yelp.
"Nope. Nevermind. That tickles so fucking bad."
Her head drops as she laughs, her hands massaging the plush of your thighs instead.
"Dive right in, then?" She asks, looking back up at you with an amused smile.
"Yeah," you smile back. "Go for it."
Her flesh hand squeezes your thigh one last time before it lets go.
"Can I use my fingers to spread you open?"
She watches your pussy clench in response.
"Is that a yes?" she smirks.
You hide your face with your arms.
"I hate you," you mutter, but she can see your smile peeking out.
"Yes or no, baby doll?"
You uncover your face, and the adoring smile she wears almost makes you feel more exposed than having her so close to the heat between your thighs.
"Yes," you whisper, breath stolen. "Go ahead."
She nods, allotting you one more moment to change your mind if that's what you want to do.
But your anticipatory gaze doesn't relent, so her eyes drop down to your cunt, and,
"Damn. You do get real fuckin' wet riding my thigh."
Before you can scold her for teasing, she places her middle and ring fingers at your opening, and slowly glides them upward, spreading you apart in the process.
You jolt at the sensation. Her middle finger brushes over your clit, and you jolt again— this time, with a hiss.
"How's that feel?" She purrs, eyes still trained on your lower lips.
You let out a deep sigh, and with it, your body relaxes.
Sevika smiles to herself.
"Good," you nod. "Really good. Way different than touching myself."
"Yeah," she agrees, looking up at you, "it is really different."
She looks back down and draws a slow circle across your clit with the pads of her fingers, and a low whine escapes you.
"When you touch yourself," she asks, "do you like the feeling of your fingers on your clit, or around it?"
"Around it," you quickly confirm. "It's too much when I'm right on it."
"Heard," she nods. "I'll keep that in mind."
She leans down to press a kiss to your mons, her nose tracing an imaginary line down to your cunt.
Her mouth is hovering just over your clit when she pauses to ask if you're ready.
And as soon as you say yes, her tongue is on you, flat and soft as it follows the trail her fingers had left; up through the slick gathering at your entrance, and around your clit once.
"O-oh," you shiver, one hand darting to grab at her hair. "That's…"
Good. So fucking good.
Your cunt tingles with every sensation; the warmth of her breath, the heat of her tongue. It's like nothing you've ever felt, and the loss of contact leaves you throbbing for more already.
"That okay?" She asks.
"Okay" is the understatement of the fucking century. In fact, that's what you might have said if one swipe of her tongue hadn't already left you reeling.
But right now, all you can reply with is,
"Please keep going."
And Sevika is more than happy to oblige.
She mimics her previous motion, sliding her tongue through your folds and around your clit before dragging it back down again. She does this two, three, four more times, before her tongue begins lapping around your clit in slow, sloppy circles.
You groan, hips already bucking into her mouth, grip tightening in her hair.
"Oh, yeah," you nod. "That's good shit."
She can't help but chortle into you, and you join her, eyes fluttering shut and head falling back against the pillows.
"Fuck, you're good at this," you breathe.
She places a kiss on your clit before pulling away to respond.
"Only 'cause you're good at telling me what you like."
"You're so humble," you lazily grin, releasing your grip on her hair to stroke her cheek with your thumb. "What about you, though? Do you like this?"
"Do I like this?" She repeats, not even bothering to conceal how ridiculous she finds that question.
"Yeah," you shrug. "I just wanna make sure you're enjoying yourself, too."
"Oh, baby," she replies, her voice low. "I'm exactly where I wanna be."
And with that, her mouth is on you again, her tongue returning to its path of circles around your swollen clit.
She hums in contentment against it, and you twitch. She wraps her lips around it and gently sucks, and your breath stutters. She swipes her tongue up and down against it, and—
"Ooh—"
A sound of disapproval escapes you as your hips jerk away.
"Too much," you explain.
"Too direct?" She asks, looking up at you.
"Yeah. Too direct."
"Sorry, doll." She presses a kiss to your thigh. "Thanks for tellin' me. You wanna keep going?"
"Oh, yeah," you sigh, your head falling back against the pillows, and your thighs falling further apart. "I do."
She goes back in with a flatter tongue, lapping at the arousal between your lips and tracing the hood of your clit, but making a point not to slide her tongue directly over it again.
And it feels so, so good.
She wrings pleasure from the swollen bud with every swirl. Every nerve lights up with each stroke. And soon enough, your breath picks up, your body starts to twitch, and you go taut.
"Oh, fuck," you sigh, covering her hands with your own.
She slides her hands around to the backs of your thighs before pushing them toward your chest— just enough to spread you open even more as she gets lost in how you taste.
"Oh, god," you whine, abs tightening as the knot in your belly tightens, too.
"Mhm," she nods against you.
She snakes her arms around your waist and pulls you close against her face, hunched over as she eats you like a woman starved— completely lost in how you feel, how you taste, how you sound.
And when you open your eyes and see her brows knit together in pleasure, her plush lips around your clit, her tongue darting out to circle it—
"I think I'm gonna come."
The words tumble out, high-pitched and airy.
"Fuck— fuck, Sev, I'm gonna— wait—"
She snaps out of her trance in an instant.
"You okay?" She pants, unraveling her arms from around you. She sits back on her haunches, giving you plenty of space, hands resting patiently on your upper thighs as you catch your breath.
"Yeah," you beam, reaching out to stroke her forearm. "God, I'm… I'm perfect. That was perfect. I just…"
Her eyes are wide and concerned as she waits for the rest of your sentence.
"No— it's not bad, babe," you chuckle, "I just, um… I think I want your fingers in me first. If that's okay."
Her eyes go even wider.
"Yeah?" She exhales. "You ready for that?"
"I think so, yeah. I, uh… I'm pretty fuckin' certain I'm wet enough for it, so…"
"Oh, yeah," she grins, looking down at the mess she made. "I can attest."
"Are you good with that?" You ask again. "Moving onto that, I mean?"
"Absolutely," she nods, decisive. "Whatever you want, sweetheart."
You nod back, pulling her toward you by the forearm you're still grasping.
"Yeah," you confirm. "I want you inside me, please."
She trills her lips, shaking her head as she settles in between your open legs and props herself up with her mech arm.
"You're so fucking good," she mutters, almost in awe. "You know that?"
She leans down to press a kiss to your lips, and you moan at the taste of yourself all over her mouth.
"Do you know how fuckin' good you've been for me?"
Another kiss.
"Can I touch you, baby?" She murmurs against your lips. "Will you show me how to fuck you so I can keep making you feel good?"
Your breath shudders as you nod fervently.
"Yes," you pant. "Yes, please. Please touch me. I'll show you how. I'll show you, baby, I—"
You inhale sharply as she palms your cunt.
Your legs snap closed around her waist, and she leans down, breath tickling your ear as she whispers to you.
"Easy, love," she coos. "Spread your legs for me, please?"
You nod, your legs falling back open as you reach up to wrap your arms around her neck.
"There we go..."
She parts you with her middle and ring fingers, dragging them up through ample arousal before catching your clit.
"Do you finger yourself much?" She asks, fingers moving up and down in soft, slow strokes on either side of the button between them.
"Mm-mm," you shake your head with a whine, chasing her movements with your hips. "I usually—"
You moan shakily as she moves from up-and-down strokes to tight circles.
"I usually focus on my clit," you pant. "Doesn't really feel like much when I— hm— when I go inside."
"Okay," she notes. "Is it ever uncomfortable?"
Her fingers still, and suddenly, you're able to focus.
"Sometimes, yeah," you nod, meeting her eyes. "I'm still pretty… I don't know… tight, I guess? And it's not like I really bother with much foreplay when I'm trying to get the job done myself."
"I hear you," she grins. "You're plenty wet already, which helps— obviously— but if we need lube, I've got it, and I have no qualms with using a shit-ton of it."
"Okay," you chuckle, your stomach flutttering.
"I'll start real slow. I'm talkin', annoyingly slow. You'll probably get impatient and start rushin' me, and I won't let you, and then you'll get aggravated with me for a few minutes 'cause you're spoiled and it's my fault, but you'll thank me later, okay?"
You laugh harder.
"Yeah, yeah. Okay. I get it."
"Yeah?"
"Yes, Sevika," you smile, wiggling your hips.
"See?" She raises her brows. "There you go already. I'm not even inside you yet."
You raise your brows, too.
"You wanna fix that?"
She sucks her teeth in reproval, a begrudging smile breaking out on her face.
"Sure," she speaks lowly, leaning down to plant a kiss on your lips. "I can fix that."
Her middle finger slides down to rest at your entrance, circling once.
"Real slow, okay?" She repeats, suddenly very focused; and now, you're suddenly very nervous.
"Okay."
The word comes out so shaky that she pauses, looking up at you with furrowed brows.
"You okay, my baby?"
"I'm okay," you stiffly nod. "It's just, like… I don't know… It's happening."
Her expression softens.
"I know it's not a big deal," you chortle, getting shifty. "No bigger a deal than having your mouth on me for the first time. Like, I don't even think I'm really a virgin anymore after that— but what even is virginity when only vulvas are involved, and—"
"Y/n?"
"Yep?"
"You're spiraling."
"I know."
And thank Janna, you both break out into laughter and the tension starts to melt.
"You're right," she begins. "It's not a big deal. But it is new. And, to be fair, it's kinda hard to unlearn all the weird emphasis people put on someone else being inside you for the first time, so, yeah. I bet this specific moment does feel really big."
You nod, sharply exhaling.
"But hey," she says, dipping down to catch your eye. "We're just trying somethin' new. That's all this is. You and me, trying somethin' new. Exploring each other's bodies—"
"No." You shake your head and curl your lip in disgust. "You're being weird. Don't be weird."
"There we go," she croons, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Now you're back."
You roll your eyes with a reluctant smile before reaching up to press a kiss to her cheek in return.
"You ready for me?" she smiles.
"Yeah… ready."
You take a deep breath in through your nose and sigh.
"Good breath, baby," she remarks.
And then, the tip of her finger breaches your entrance.
You tense on instinct.
Her voice is soft as she speaks again.
"Gimme another one?" She asks.
And as soon as you exhale, you earn another few centimeters of her finger.
Sevika wasn't exaggerating. The pace she sets is torturous. By the time you're squirming, she's only a knuckle deep.
"Patience," she coos.
You huff in response. "I didn't even say anything."
"You were about to. I could feel it in my bones."
"You're so annoying."
"Let me finish working you open and get to fucking you, and then we'll see how you feel."
You pulse around the length she's given you so far.
"Yeah?" She lowly teases. "That sound like a plan?"
It isn't fair. Before you can offer a retort, she pushes in deeper, and you choke on a moan instead.
She dips down to nip at your earlobe, and when she speaks again, her voice sounds even lower this close to your ear.
"That's right, baby. Just take me. Just like this."
She sinks in to the second knuckle, and your jaw goes slack, your brows knitting together in equal parts focus and pleasure.
The stretch is a dull ache, but it isn't painful. Not at all. It's the satisfaction of working out a tight muscle after a run, or kneading a knot in your shoulder. It's deep, and resonant, and delicious.
"How you feelin', sweet thing?" She asks.
You swallow, wetting your lips as you nod.
"Really good," you whisper. "This feels really good."
"Different, huh?"
"Oh, yeah," you chuckle airily. "Super different. When I do it myself, it's like… like I can only feel what my fingers are feeling, you know? But this is… All I can focus on is… All I can feel is you."
Your walls flutter around her, and you moan, feeling dizzy. You reach down to grab her wrist, and you pull her hand forward, her finger sinking deeper. The further intrusion— the muted sting it produces— pulls a hiss from in between your teeth, but just as quickly, your head falls back against the pillow as you melt into the sensation, craving more of it, chasing after it.
Your hips rut up against her hand of their own volition, and before you can help it, you've settled into a steady rhythm, breath growing labored as you fuck yourself on her finger.
You reach down with your other hand, anchoring it to her forearm, pulling her even closer— deeper— until suddenly, you freeze, gasping at the feeling of her palm flush against you.
With wide eyes, you look down to find that every inch of her finger has disappeared.
And when you look up at her, she's already staring back with raised brows and a knowing grin.
"That's everything. You're takin' it all."
"Are you serious?" You pant.
"Last time I checked," she teases, looking down at where you swallow her. "You okay?"
"Y-yeah," you blurt, surprised. "I… yeah. That didn't hurt bad. Like, at all."
"It's not supposed to," she shrugs. "Not if you take your time. Not if you're patient. And you," she purrs, leaning down to kiss you before continuing, "were very, very patient."
You giggle, wrapping your arms around her shoulders and kissing her back.
Your tongues meet in a lazy dance, swirling around each other.
You break away and bring your thumb to her bottom lip, tracing its curve.
"Well," you reply, "you were making it very, very hard."
The lines at the corners of her eyes deepen as she grins.
"You still did good…"
She leans down to trace the bridge of your nose with the tip of her own.
"Do one more thing for me?"
"Hm," you lazily hum.
And then Sevika asks you to touch yourself.
"Can you do that for me, sweetheart? Reach down and show me what you do when I'm not here?"
You laugh, airy and shocked. "You're dirty."
You reach down, anyway.
"I'm curious," she smirks.
So you sate her supposed curiosity, your fingers moving over your clit as her finger remains still inside you.
"Good job, baby," she praises. "You still feelin' good?"
"Oh, yeah," you sigh.
"You want me to start moving?"
"Oh, yeah."
And finally, she eases her finger out to her second knuckle, making your breath hitch.
But when she plunges it back into you, curling it up toward your belly and flexing to massage the velvet under her fingers, you lose your breath completely.
"Oh, fuck," you keen, choking on your own words. "That's—"
Her next thrust punches a moan out of you, a sharp inhale following in its wake.
"That's so good, baby," you nod, wrapping your legs around her waist. "That feels so fucking good."
"Yeah?" she breathily encourages. "You like it?"
"I love it," you gasp.
"Oh, you love it?" She chuckles darkly. "You take it so good, too, baby— fuck, you feel so good."
Touching yourself is one thing. Having her inside of you is another. But both, at the same time?
It's intoxicating. Overwhelming. Addictive.
Every time you run your fingers over your aching clit, your walls convulse around her. Her finger works you open, pushing through resistance with a delicious pressure and slipping back out again.
The noise coming from in between your thighs is lewd— wet— mingling with the sound of labored breaths layering over one another.
And soon, your whiny moans join the chorus.
"Faster?" You plead; and she quickly obliges, losing herself in the warmth of your cunt.
"Like this?" She rasps, burying her finger to the hilt before pounding into you with short, deep strokes.
You let out a cry, your entire body beginning to tense as your fingers fly over your slippery clit.
For a moment, you can't manage words when every thrust is forcing a guttural moan from deep in your belly, but then, Sevika warns,
"You gotta talk to me, or I'm gonna stop."
You nearly sob at the thought.
"No! No, please— I'm so fucking close, Sev, please don't stop…"
"I've got you, babydoll," she coos, leaning down to pepper kisses across your face. "I've got you. I'm not stopping."
The hand that remains around her shoulder holds on for dear life, your nails digging into the firm muscle— and at that, Sevika lets out a moan of her own.
"God, you're so fucking good," she grits. "So fucking perfect."
Your muscles are wound impossibly tight. Your chest heaves with desperate breath. The cord in your belly is about to snap.
Sevika can feel it, too— can feel the way you're starting to clamp down around her finger.
By the time she says something, you're clamped down on her finger so tightly she can hardly move it.
"This still workin' for you, baby?"
And at that moment, you come harder than you ever have in your fucking life.
Your legs shake. Your cunt flutters incessantly. Deep pleasure rolls through your body in shockwaves.
And with one final jerk, you push her hand away before going limp against the pillows.
Everything goes fuzzy around you, your reality diminished to the sound of your pulse thrumming in your ears and the distant feeling of Sevika's hands kneading your hips.
You're not sure if the world went black because you were squeezing your eyes shut, or because you came so hard you couldn't fucking see, but regardless, when your vision returns, the first thing you see is her.
Awestruck. Smitten. Proud.
"Okay," she exhales. "I'll take that as a yes."
The two of you share a moment of stunned silence.
And then, you're both giggling, breathless and giddy as you wrap your arms around each other, and all you can think is,
Thank God she left her wallet.
"Fuck," you sigh. "Yeah. That was definitely preferable to pathetically riding your pillow."
"I don't know," she mumbles, rolling onto her back. "I think the pillow riding would've been pretty hot, too. Kinda sad you screamed and threw your phone across the room before I got to see it in action, you know?"
"Not fuckin' funny, dude."
You scrub your hands down your face before burying yourself in her chest.
"What were you watching, anyway?" She ponders under her breath, reaching for the phone that had since fallen to the floor beside the bed.
"Hey!" You frantically scold. "Don't look at my phone!"
But she's already falling halfway off the bed to do exactly that— and just before you succumb to mortification for the second time this morning, Sevika chimes:
synopsis : toph and reader end up on the conversation of masturbation and leads to the topic of being able to squirt…
cw/tags : NSFW MDNI, explicit smut, squirting, fingering, teasing, slight dry humping, thigh riding, making out, dacryphilia, slight pussy slapping, nipple play if you squint, begging, 69, spitting.
an : I started this when the movie first got leaked and just took forever to finish it :p apologies for any grammar mistakes in advance! beta read.
wc: 2.4k
“Squirting…?” You questioned a confused look on your face as you stared at Toph who sat next you.
“You’ve never squirted?” She asked with a raised brow a smirk plastered on her face.
“No…” You admitted as you began to feel your face get warm and your heart start to beat a bit faster looking away from her and at the night sky.
You’ve masturbated plenty of times in the past most people did! You never felt ashamed of it but squirting was a whole new concept to you something you had never even considered nor if you knew you could even do.
“I squirt all the time.” Toph admitted causing you to whip your head towards her.
“What? How?” You questioned before covering your mouth realizing what just came out of your mouth.
“Wow, look at you so bold now.” Toph said between chuckles “I can’t believe you’ve never squirted you’re missing out y’know?” She continued.
“I guess I’ve just never gotten comfortable enough when I masturbate to do it…” You said with a slight shrug, there was a brief silence between the both of you the only sound being the campfire they sat around while the others had already gone to sleep.
“Wanna try?” Toph said breaking the silence you felt as if your heart stopped in that moment upon hearing what just came out her mouth.
Since you had met Toph when you guys were kids you always had a crush on her no one knew of course it was something you decided you would ultimately take to the grave you also had assumed the crush would wear off but of course it never did and seeing her again reignited those feelings by a ten fold seeing her now.
Her physique was just stunning her biceps, her muscles, and just everything about her in general was just absolutely stunning she was the most jaw dropping gorgeous woman you had ever seen in your whole life and you could say that for certain.
“Your joke isn’t funny Toph.” You uttered with a dead serious look on your face just chalking it up to some joke.
“I’m not joking pretty girl.” She said leaning closer towards you.
You felt the air get thicker around the both of you, looking up at her towering over you practically you felt your face getting warmer you probably looked like you just ran a 5k with how red your face was at this point.
“Are you sure?” You questioned loud enough for her to hear, one of your hands traveling to her arm rubbing it gently as you pressed your thighs together.
“Well I asked you right? Why would I ask if I didn’t mean it?” Toph questioned her eyebrows raised.
“I guess yeah.” You muttered before feeling your breath get caught in your throat upon feeling Tophs hand gently map out your face.
“Can I kiss you?” She finally asked her fingers grazing your lips.
You hummed with a slight nod. “Nuh uh I need words baby.” Toph said her fingers tracing over your jaw.
“Yeah…Kiss me please?” You asked quietly with a meek nod
Toph smiled and leaned in her eyes fluttering shut her lips meeting yours. Your eyes closed upon feeling her lips press against yours. Both of your lips melting together with your noses bumping against one another desperately kissing one another like both of your lives depended on it, your hands traveled to Toph’s hair while Toph’s hand gently cradled your face.
The kissing was messy and desperate teeth clashing together hands exploring each others bodies. Tophs hand wandered from your jaw down to your breasts palming the mound through your clothes causing a soft moan to leave your lips.
Toph pulled away from the kiss a grin on her face. “You like when I touch you there?” She teased.
You nodded feeling your breath getting caught in your throat in attempts to not let any embarrassing noises to be heard causing a chuckle to slip from Toph lips as she began to play with your nipples through your top.
“Toph wait…” You breathed out placing your hands on her shoulders stopping her briefly while in attempts to calm your breathing
“You okay?” She asked stopping her hand pulling away from her boobs to her forearm. “I didn’t push you did I?” Toph questioned her voice soft.
“No, no” You reassured her shaking your head slightly your hands pulling off your top revealing your bare chest and stomach to Toph, grabbing her hand gently you led it back to your breasts.
“Oh wow…” She murmured her other hand joining now feeling you up. “You normally never wear a bra?” She questioned as you let out small breaths at the feeling of her hands feeling you up.
“Mhm bras are uncomfortable…” You said softly tilting your head back slightly your chest heaving
“Your really sensitive here hm? You like your nipples being played with?” Toph questioned teasingly her fingers tweaking one of your nipples as her other hand palmed your breast. You let out a quiet gasp at the action your eyes closing as you felt your body get warmer and yourself get wetter.
“Fuck I have a better idea.” Toph said suddenly your eyes jolted open upon being manhandled by Toph. She sat next to you and grabbed you by your hips sitting you in her lap. She quickly took off her tube top tossing it across the camp without a care in the word before suddenly you leaned in kissing her your arms now wrapped around her shoulders while her hands rested around your waist.
Messy making out tongues clashing while your foreheads occasionally bumped against each other while both of your chests rubbed up against each other you began to slowly grind your hips causing moans from the both of you. You pulled away from her lips a small string of saliva attaching the both of you together her hands guiding you on her lap while you leaned down towards Toph neck leaving small kisses.
Toph sighed her hands traveling from your waist to your butt squeezing the mounds of fat in her hands. “Keep grinding on me pretty girl…” Toph said in a hushed voice as you pulled away nodding slightly grinding down on her lap slightly quicker.
“Look at you so desperate to get off that your dry humping me.” Toph whispered in your ear causing you to let out a small whine.
“Remove your pants I can’t keep waiting.” Toph demanded softly smacking your ass a smirk plastered on her face.
You began unbuttoning your pants getting up to quickly get rid of them then helping Toph to remove her own pants leaving the both of you in panties both with a matching wet spot. Toph grabbed you by your hips once again placing you on her muscular thigh causing you to get tighter at the feeling of her muscles prodding your lips.
“Ride my thigh pretty girl.” Toph whispered one of her hands on your butt the other resting on your side.
You hummed and began to grind down on her thigh holding onto her shoulders letting out whimpers causing Toph to chuckle at you deciding to mess with you further she flex her thigh making you let out a moan and your hips to stutter.
“Toph…” You whined out at the feeling of her muscles flexing.
“Hm? Doesn’t it feel good? Getting off on my thigh?” She teased her finger now tracing over your nipple.
“Haah…Can’t” You breathed out everything becoming more overwhelming as the seconds passed you felt your panties get wetter and wetter as you kept grinding.
“Can’t what? Use your words.” Toph said as her fingers slipped down to her own panties rubbing her clit through the sopped fabric.
“M close..Shit” You groaned before feeling a pair of hands stopped you, your head shot up to see Toph with a cheeky smile on her face before flipping the both of them over so now Toph was on top hovering over you before yanking off your panties gently slapping your pussy causing you to let out a yelp before she then rubbed your lips.
She grinned leaning down slightly spitting on your lips spreading it around with her middle and pointer finger.
She leaned her upper body down kissing you gently as she slipped a finger in your entrance with her other finger occupying your clit resulting in you moaning into her mouth.
She added another finger and began to finger you slowly while one of her other fingers rubbed small circles on your clit as she kissed you deeply. Kissing her back moaning into her mouth your body felt as if it was melting into the ground and your head was becoming hazy the more she thrusted her finger while circling your clit your hands found her face cupping it while you made out it feeling like you two were the only people on earth everything else fizzing out of your mind.
“Toph gonna cum…” You whimpered against her tongue your hips bucking up to meet her finger as your back began to slightly arch.
“Beg for it.” Toph demanded her fingers slowing their pace her mouth making her way to your collarbones licking them.
“H-Huh?” You said confused still in a slight haze from pleasure looking at her your chest heaving.
“Beg.” Toph demanded once again as she began to kiss your collarbones
“Please, Please Toph? Feels s’ good don’t you wanna make me feel good?” You pleaded the coil in your stomach felt tighter this time around you felt almost as if you were about to pee.
She smiled against your collarbones and her fingered began to continue her previous pace.
“W-Wait gonna pee stop.” You said while pushing at her shoulders as your hips started bucking up to meet her hand.
Upon hearing your words Toph grinned widened leaving your collarbones and bringing her mouth down towards your clit and began to go between sucking and licking meanwhile her two fingers kept thrusting in and out now hitting your g-spot.
You felt that tight coil feeling in your lower abdomen release as gasps left your mouth as your head shot back eyes shut. Everything felt wet after a moment your eyes fluttered open to see Toph’s face soaked you gasped at the scene between your legs your face becoming extremely red.
“I’m so sorry!” You exclaimed in embarrassment sitting up your hands covering your face.
Toph chuckled at your embarrassment wiping her face with the back of her hand sitting up.
“Don’t be sorry pretty girl I loved it.” She said a slight smirk on her face before laying down next to where you sat
“Come sit on my face yeah?” She said her hand now resting on your thigh
“Won’t I crush you?” You said nervously looking down at her bush feeling your mouth water.
“So?” She said confidently. You gulped nervously getting on your knees and positioning your self over her face backwards.
Feeling her hands move to your hips running them up and down trying to ease you. You lowered yourself down and whined feeling her tongue against your lips.
Your eyes shut tight from the feeling of her tongue playing with your bud before opening them again looking over your shoulder at her.
“Shit…” You breathed out at the scene feeling yourself get wetter looking back at her from over your shoulder.
Your hands traveled to Toph's breasts to play with her own nipples as she ate you out causing her to moan into your cunt. Your eyes gaze landed on Toph’s hips that were slightly bucking up into the air. Your hands traveled down to her waist and leaned down putting Tophs bud into your mouth causing Toph to moan into your cunt.
“Fuck baby” Toph groaned out softly smacking at the mounds of fat and then rubbing them.
You and Toph began to eat one another out both of you having slick and spit smeared on your guys mouth and jaw. It was messy your hands on her thighs her hands grabbing onto the mounds of fat both making a moaning mess of one another the feeling of sin swallowing you doing something so dirty making such a mess of yourself.
“Taste so good, So sweet” Toph mutters into your heat causing you to whine in embarrassment at her words your hips bucking into her face.
You then felt two fingers prod at your slick entrance causing you to pull away from her slick entrance a string of saliva still connecting you to her entrance to let out a moan into the night.
Your fingers digging harder into Toph’s thigh you let your hips buck against her face before letting go of one of her thighs bringing two of your own fingers to your mouth wetting them before bringing them down to Toph’s entrance inserting them causing her to buck her hips further so your fingers would hit her g-spot.
You brought your lips back down using your tongue to play with her bud as your fingers hit her g-spot. Toph pulled back from your entrance she gathered spit in her mouth before spitting it onto your entrance using her thumb to rub your nub.
You moaned into her feeling that coil in your stomach return once more the sensation from the last time returning again as well. You felt your hips began to buck into her mouth feeling her smirk against you as her hips also began to chase towards her high.
As you sped up your fingers pace you began to feel something wet hit your face as Toph’s moans began to add a sense of vibration on your entrance. Slightly opening your eyes allows you to see Toph was squirting on your hands and slightly into your mouth.
Seeing that sight caused that coil to finally tighten enough to be let loose. You began to squirt on Toph’s face allowing her to swallow all of your juices up as you did the same with hers.
After you both finished you crawled off of Toph and curled up next to her your mind beginning to come to your chest slowly stop heaving.
“So…How was squirting for the first time?” Toph started after some silence.
You groaned hiding your face in the crook of her neck softly hitting her arm at her words in embarrassment.
“Oh now you’re embarrassed?” Toph teased kissing your cheek shaking you head slightly you nuzzle closer to her closing your eyes falling asleep.
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tags/warnings: nsfw, phone sex, established relationship, soft sevika, synched vibrators (think lovense), modern au, pussy whipped sev, voice kink, dirty talk, reader is described w a clit + feminine pet names for reader, no use of y/n !
summary: sevikas away on a trip :( she misses you so bad, and she loves your voice so much! luckily shes gotten yall a couple toys to make the distance easier <3
wc: 1.1k
edit: now w a part 2 ! click here <3
---------- this work is 18 + nsfw ! minors please do not interact :) ----------
bzzt! bzzt!
you look away from your fifth episode of the anime you'd been binging when your phone starts vibrating next to you. you're about to be annoyed that someone's bugging you on your weekend, but that seed of frustration vanishes the second you see the caller id.
vika <3
your girlfriend has been away on a work trip, and silco had been keeping her too busy to even call. of course sevika texted you every chance she could, but it didn't compare to her voice, rich and low like good coffee.
you hit the accept call button, putting the phone up to your ear. you hear your girlfriend's voice come through the speaker, making your lips twitch up into a smile immediately.
“hey, doll.”
“vika! hi baby, i’ve missed you!”
“‘miss you too. jus’ needed to hear your voice.”
sevika prompts you to talk. what you're watching, if you've been eating properly, baiting you into rambling about a game you like by asking your thoughts about the sequel that was just announced.
“-and the originals were super hit or miss with the general public, but i loved them. a real cult classic, y'know?”
“yeah princess. i hear you.”
“so i’m really excited to see what they do with this. i hope they make some changes to the world map, exploration was really hard in the first games-”
“uh huh.”
you squint a little. sevika’s reply was a little too quick, and a bit less engaged than she normally was. you go quiet, and you think you can hear sevika’s breathing, heavier than usual, like she's trying to walk and talk at the same time.
“sev? are you out somewhere?”
“nah doll… ‘m in the hotel.”
her voice wavers slightly, and you can hear the faintest little wet sound in the background, and that's when you catch on.
“... you're seriously touching yourself?”
“fuck- ‘m sorry. you just sound so fuckin’ cute rambling about your nerd shit.”
sevika’s breathless, voice more raspy than usual, panting like an animal. there's something so arousing about the fact that your big scary girlfriend is reduced to a horny mess over nothing but your voice, and you can feel familiar heat pooling in your gut.
“you should have just said something, lover. i could talk you through it?”
“i have a better idea. go check the bedside drawer on my side.”
you do, getting up from the couch to wander to your shared bedroom, and you find a sealed, inconspicuous box inside. opening it, you find one of those fancy vibrators that everyone recommends for the cutting edge tech of long distance mutual masturbation.
you're silent for a long moment, staring at the toy, and sevika can practically hear the gears turning in your head.
“figured this is as good a test drive as any. download the app for it baby.”
“it's halfway done already.”
you'd started the download the second it clicked what sevika's little gift for you was.
“attagirl.”
you melt, getting comfy in the bed, laying on sevika’s side because it smells just like her- smoke and whiskey and shampoo. the app finishes downloading, and you quickly go through the process of synching the toy and pairing with sevika's matching vibe.
“you can change the intensity of mine, i can do the same for yours. you ready, doll?”
“yeah, i’m- oh!”
your affirmative is cut off when the vibrator buzzes to life. it's the lowest setting, sevika's playing nice, warming you up. not to be outdone, you put hers up to the same level, and she grits out a curse.
“hah, shit-”
it's a gentle thrum, but just the simple act of knowing that sevika is controlling your toy and you're controlling hers makes the situation so intimate. no matter the distance, it's still both of you making the other feel good.
“feels so good…”
“yeah? like me buzzing that pretty clit of yours?”
“mhm!”
it doesn't take long at all for sevika to ramp it up several levels, playing with different speeds, buzzing rhythms, pulses. you take a slower approach, slowly increasing frequency and intensity in tandem to really rile her up.
sevika’s moaning into her phone, slightly crackly, and you're doing the same. it's like an amateur porn video's audio, and you're getting off more from sevika’s noises and filthy words than the vibrator itself.
“keep moanin’ for me babe, y’sound like a fuckin’ pornstar.”
“ooh, pretty girl liked that speed, huh? ‘m changing it then, you don't cum till i say.”
“not even there in person and i still make you fall apart.”
you're barely responding, only managing to get out whines and whimpers and gasps of her name. sevika knows your body better than anyone, to the point she can play it like an instrument even when she's miles away.
she's not immune to this either though. you know she's close because the rhythm of the vibrator stops changing, she's too busy chasing her high to toy with yours.
“c'mon baby. give it to me.”
sevika demands, putting every setting at max. your hips arch up, barreling towards climax. you manage to do the same to her toy, rewarding you with one of her rare proper moans.
“vika, please, can i… mmph… can i cum? need it, your vibe feels so fucking good-”
“fuckin’ cum for me princess, cum with me, let me hear you.”
her words break the dam, and your thighs shake as your orgasm crashes down on you. you turn your head into sevika's pillow, inhaling her scent, hearing her voice, cumming because of her control, surrounding yourself with her.
you hear the way sevika's breath hitches and she lets out a series of little grunts, then a groan. there's a few curse words thrown into her string of noises, and you know she's finished too. she's never been the most vocal, but you've learned her tells.
the toy is still buzzing away against your clit, and it reminds you that sevika's is doing the same. you switch it right off, knowing how much sevika hates to be overstimulated. she brings yours down slow, winding down through speeds until the vibrator lies still.
“that rocked.”
sevika snorts at your succinct summary of the experience, and you hear her shifting, assuming she's sitting up.
“you sounded so pretty for me. gonna strap the shit out of you when i get home, treat you for being so good.”
“wouldn't you do that regardless?”
“hell yeah i would. i come back friday.”
“i can’t wait.”
you giggle, knowing you're not leaving the house and unlikely to walk for the whole weekend. sevika groans into her hand, totally whipped for you.
“...that fuckin’ laugh of yours, babe.”
your vibrator clicks back on and you jolt, your words spoken through moans.
“are- are you serious?”
“yeah, girl. you can give me another.”
and give her another you do.
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˚₊✩‧₊Vampire Sevika who took you home and laid with you after turning you
˚₊✩‧₊Vampire Sevika that teaches you how to hunt
˚₊✩‧₊Vampire Sevika who is surprised that you enjoy being a vampire
˚₊✩‧₊Vampire Sevika feels like you bring a livelihood to being dead
˚₊✩‧₊Vampire Sevika who sees what the thrill of being a vampire has done on you
˚₊✩‧₊Vampire Sevika who tries to brighten up the first couple years of vampire hood by treating it like a huge vacation starting in India
˚₊✩‧₊Vampire Sevika gives you her protection jewelry till you get your own
˚₊✩‧₊Vampire Sevika definitely keeps you away from other vampires
˚₊✩‧₊Vampire Sevika who lets you live out your fantasy by living in a castle with you for three years
˚₊✩‧₊Vampire Sevika who tells you about the world and is excited to see it change with you
˚₊✩‧₊Vampire Sevika likes to hold you, she’s hasn’t been close to someone in a long time, even in life
˚₊✩‧₊Vampire Sevika who just wants you to be safe
˚₊✩‧₊Vampire Sevika ends up running a farm with you
˚₊✩‧₊Vampire Sevika chooses to die whenever you are ready; she appreciated the sun on her skin
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A/n: based off this fic by me (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) that was obvi I just wanted to plug it in…anyways yes I’m writing the sequel to the Jewel of the sea however I have a vampire craving so I’m gonna finish writing my vampire bug out (vi fic coming) then I’ll continue writing for the sequel!! Also happy pride month; I’m gonna try to get as much work as possible!!
Sevika as your wife- SFW & A little NSFW// headcannons
A/N: okay NSFW is labeled. BEWARE, I showed my true colors. I hope you all enjoy. Not proofread.🩷
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• She eats trail mix like a dad, where they shake the trail mix before eating it. She also has the habit of standing right In front of the TV while eating her trail mix.
• You have to keep an eye on her when she eats. She is a fast eater and you have to make sure she doesn’t choke. It’s a mystery how she hasn’t choked yet.
• She’s definitely the type to feed you. ALOT. And if you’re the type to not be hungry in the morning, she’ll make you a smoothie/shake- She’ll watch you until it’s finished.
• she’s a large woman, so the nastiest protein shake is in her daily regime..She chugs it like nothing. When you tried it, and gagged she couldn’t help but laugh, eyes crinkled, while rubbing your back in sympathy.
• she is loud when in the comfort of her own home. She’s watching a sports game? Loud. Football? Loud. Hockey? Loud. Rugby? Loud. She cussed the hell out of the tv when watching the Christopher watts documentary.
• She’s a loud sneezer, she nearly shakes the damn building. You always giggle when she sneezes always yelling out a “bless you, my leaf blower.” When you sneeze she’ll say in the softest tone “bless you my baby”, even if you shake the house when you sneeze too.
• Loves working out with you (but separate workouts of course). You’d be her spotter sometimes knowing DAMN WELL you will not be able to save her. She’s benching 3 plates….you’re both fucked if she trains until failure.
• LOVES IT WHEN YOU BOTH MATCH AT THE GYM, you are hers so she will drop LOADS of money for you both to match. Of course, she’ll always go for sweats and a wife pleaser, maybe a baggy ass sweater. You definitely get scary dog privilege.
•Loves classic rock, punk rock, goth rock; any type of rock!
• I don’t know why, but I have this feeling that she also loves old school rap, OLDIES, and R&B.
• Sevika Laughs loud as fuck, it’s this rich full belly close to fully wheezing laugh- it’s very contagious. If she finds something you said or did really funny her knees buckle while she hold her stomach. You’ve made her laugh cry before, it’s the best.
^ An instance you made her wheeze, was during the time you babysat your niece, you got into a “your mama” fight. To be fair your niece started it, and you clearly ended it with a, “You’re mom is so fat thinking about her broke my neck”. Sevika gasped as your neice’s lip wobbled and she crossed her arms letting out a “hmm” before crying, sevikas mouth opened so quickly, she slapped her hand over her mouth and quickly turned her body away from your niece. While you consoled your niece, reassuring that it was a just a joke sevikas body shook uncontrollably, as she tried to calm herself down. Your niece, while crying, walked to sevika for a hug; giving you a dirty look. Sevika hugged her, mustering out a a choked out “Bad [—], come here baby, it’s okay.” While rubbing her back while looking up at the ceiling- trying to hold in her laugh. Later that night, after little Emilia went home, you both were settling into bed, all of the sudden she bursted into giggles again for what seems like the nth time that day. Tears streaked her temples and she laughed while looking at the ceiling. Sevika had taught you that joke.
•Can cook decently, but can barbecue even better- her specialty is steak and mashed potatoes- she loves her protein and carbs man. She’s an ass baker tho. Her chocolate chip cookies were so damn hard, you nearly broke a tooth- and her sourdough bread always ends up raw in the center. You can always tell it’s heading south when you hear a “Man fuck this shit! This is some bullshit!”from the kitchen. You always end up baking the sweets.
•Is so competitive!! Even if she says she isn’t, It comes to her naturally. Jenga, uno, and monopoly have resulted in heated -not really- arguments. It’s safe to say your home has ALOT of board games. One time you made the mistake of buying unsolved crimes files for a date night, you both ended up arguing on what was right- you both were wrong.💔
• Is soft when it comes to children and animals, stray cats are her favorite. She swears she could have a pet lion if it was legal. Says she has the aura for it.
• Is a snorer, a loud one at that. She drools a lil too. So cute.🥹
• The side of her bed carry’s her scent deeply. It always smells like her anti dandruff shampoo (her hair gets oily quickly), her coconut/shea lotion, and a faint smell of perfume which is usually unisex- very vanilla, ceadarwood. Realistically a little bit of cigarette smoke too. She’s trying to quit though!
• is a human furnace, always needs the AC at 62 degrees. If you’re cold? You’re not. She’s always cuddling you.
•The type to always swallow spices wrong and ends up coughing. I don’t know, I can see her biting into a mango with tajin and ending up nearly coughing a lung out.
•Fixes your car, if there are any issues. If she cannot make time to, which is RARE, She has a mechanic who owes her. She will always pick up your car too, you never have to interact with the mechanic at all. She also ALWAYS checks your car for any issues every three weeks. Need an oil change? Done? Out of wiper fluid? Already filled. Tires worn? Don’t worry baby she’s got it. Cars dirty? Interior and exterior are squeaky clean with a scent bomb in the car.
• Hums or softly sings a song that stuck in her head while fixing a part of your house.
• Looks so damn sexy driving. Her seat reclined, one arm on the wheel the other on her temple while her elbow rests on the driver door. YUMMMMM.
• If she’s wearing a cap it’s almost always backwards when she’s around you. When she barely arrives home, Does the hat flip when she’s about to kiss you.
• Loves sweets!! She’s like a bear at night, she will look for a snack. You can always find her in the kitchen approximately at 10PM getting a snack. You make sure to keep the cabinet stacked with her favorites.
• Hugeee Eskimo kisser!! She’s having a bad day? She’ll walk up to you and embraces you into a bear hug before pulling back with the sweetest expression and lighting rubs her nose against yours. Of course she needs to kiss your soft lips too.
• sometimes she’ll randomly stare at you and let out a guttural elongated grunt, you know the ones you let out when you see a cute baby or baby animal? Yeah, well she does that paired with smooshing your cheeks together with one hand, and kissing your lips repeatedly!! You give her MASSIVE cuteness aggression.
• Loves when you sit on her lap while she drinks a beer. She’s sitting down, legs spread deliciously. She’ll pat her right thigh with a “c’mere beautiful”
• Will always make sure your flowers are replaced! Also loves flowers in return- she’s just a girl 🥹🩷
• Will always stand in front of you when she feels you are being threatened or just in general at the face of danger . She instinctively moves forward, an arm behind her to feel that you’re still there.
•Has knocked out men for being too persistent that “where’s your girlfriend? I don’t see her anywhere”
• if you get her ANGRY -which is rare, you get away with everything, she’ll walk off, not before telling you “I’m going out for a bit. ”
• When you’re mad at her???? Expect a kicked puppy look from her. Expect endless apologies, only if she knows she fucked up!! but if she is still thinks she’s in the right, expect a defeated look. She’ll rub her eyes hard with her fingers and look up to the ceiling exasperated, she wants to fold but she knows it’s better for you.
•If you’re an angry crier (twinnnnn #pisces), her face drops and she lets out a “no no no, baby don’t cry, I’m sorry I’m sorry, c’mere baby” she’ll hold you to her chest, and kiss your forehead repeatedly.
• WILL NOT LET YOU GO TO SLEEP ANGRY!! She will try to talk to you but if it was pretty serious and you’re still not having it- she will at least try to hold you EVEN IF YOU’RE BOTH ANGRY. She will not sleep on the couch and neither will you. When you tried to sleep on the couch, you woke up to her asleep on the floor next to you- she bought her pillow and blanket too. Her hand touching what was closest to her, your upper hip. You felt like an absolute ass. You try to wake her up slowly with soft kisses to her lips, running your hand through her hair. “Let’s go to the bed, this isn’t good for your back my love” she lets out a groggy “hmm” and pulls you to her chest, kissing your forehead.
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• Makes heaviest lust drunk eye contact when she’s eats you out AND when she rubs her pussy on yours, her eyes lidded, mouth slightly open, eyebrows pinched.
• She degrades in a cooing voice, like that condescending voice? She’ll definitely talk ramble you through it, while you take her strap, “Go on doll, take what you need. Damn fuck toy, taking all the dick I give you like a fucking nympho. Fuck yes baby use it , yeah bounce on it- harder, like you fucking mean it, use those fucking legs don’t just hump me. Juuust like that, Fuuuck that filthy fucking pussy is drooling alll on my dick- you little slut, your pussy’s fucking devouring my shit. pussy’s so hungry, oh yeah baby, fuck you’re gonna make mommy cum. Keep bouncing like that. Fuuuuck.”
• Talks to your pussy while simultaneously kissing your clit“there’s my favorite girl, so fuckin’ pretty n wet for me”
• Eats your pussy for her own pleasure. Like- She’s addicted to the taste, will deadass make out with your pussy. “This pussy’s mine, baby” she places a big sloppy kiss on your clit “you’re mine” while she messily licks up your slit.
• Has a cocky/woman version of the “hung” smile when she finds something you did really sexy before becoming you over with a small “come hither” motion with her pointer and middle finger. You know the one where the thumb sticks out?
• Let’s out guttural moans when she tops you, as if she’s in pain. Let’s out th same noise but a little more whiney and whimpery? when she’s being topped. She was rarely topped in her past affairs, so when you’re eating her pussy with eagerness? She’s a moaning mess as she watches you suck her hard clit into your mouth, tracing over it with kitten licks. Her eyes are rolled back, and her mouth is hung open while she jerks her pussy further onto your mouth.
And it doesn’t stop there, when you’re fingering her g spot? Rubbing your pussy deliciously against hers ? Or Fucking her with your strap?….shes a whiny mess, eyes rolled back, mewls leaving her beautiful lips…. Let her ride your faceee!!!!
• SHES A SWITCH. THERE I SAID IT. Of course she does lean more towards dominant but she more than occasionally needs to be topped.
• Is soooooo soft when she makes love to you, both arm underneath you while she fucks you with her strap. She loves tender eye contact and loves kissing your nose so softly but loves alternating to messily making out. It’s filthy and romantic.
• Bends both of your legs to your chest while she rubs her pussy onto yours, you’re basically trapped under her, forced to take what she gives you. she becomes absolutely primal in this position. Sevika lets out an elongated hiss, babbling out “That’s it, fucking rub that puffy little pussy up onto me baby, give me that fucking pussy. Fuuuck, feels sooooo fuckin good.” all while your eyes are completely rolled back, feeling absolutely delirious- you felt sluggish, as if you were dreaming. All you could do was moan and pathetically hump upwards the best you could . Sevikas thick pussy massaged and leaked onto yours, you just held on fordear life while she humped your slippery pussy with rigor.
• oh god, when she rubs her pussy onto yours from reverse cowgirl? her thick ass jiggles, as she humps her slippery cunt against yours vigorously, her back muscles flexing deliciously with her efforts. You smack and grip her fat ass, bringing one hand to your mouth as the other spreads her ass, watching her puckered hole and pussy rub against you- god you’re so fucking wet-, you bring the spit drenched digit, that was once in your mouth, to her tight rimmed hole circling it manacling. Sevika only moans louder, something about how good she feels, and how good you’re making her pussy feel. It didn’t feel like enough, you needed more, so you usher her up your body, confusing the poor woman, until your mouth is on her tight asshole. She lets out a yelp but it quickly melts into a moan as you devour her, you make your way back down to her pussy licking from her throbbing hard clit to her puckered tight asshole. Sevika is delirious above you, she begins drooling at one point as you tongue fuck her pussy and asshole. you’re spreading her ass so damn messily, at this point you’re willing to suffocate: switching to massaging her asscheeks as she rubs one out on your face. She’s moaning so loud but you barely pay any mind until she tries to reach down and eat your pussy, you quickly smack her ass as a firm denial causing her to let out a whimper. Still, you’re back to sucking her clit into your mouth while you spread and close her ass. She’s deliriously humping your tongue, barely able to moan out that she’s close “oh my g- I’m- ohh fuck- like that, please suck my clit baby- yesyesyes- OH MY- I’m gonna- I’m- cuminnnn” She lets out a pained elongated grunt, its animalistic and carnal, as she cum’s messily, her juices absolutely drenching your tongue, chin and neck. She moaning like a fucking pornstar as Her asshole pulses on your nose, while her clit pulses on your tongue- she’s still humping your mouth, bouncing , and suffocating you in her musk as she rides out her delicious high. Her ass is still in your view, and goddddd is it a sight; you can’t quit licking and sucking her asshole and pussy- she’s just so fucking tasty, you can’t get enough. Her clit is so hard, and is throbbing as you continue to eat her out- more like torture her. Eventually you stop, not willingly- She just began uncontrollably shaking from overstimulation and pushing your head back with an “okay, okay. Fuck baby.”
A/N pt2: I need to teleport to sevika rn and do that last paragraph. That booty is NAWT safe around me.🤤 ANYYYWAYS first…semi? Smut on sevika. I loved doing this !! I had fun!! Things definitely took a dirty turn lol. I was a bit hesitant on the smut part, I fear it might be wack; but alas I hope you all enjoy!
Synopsis: After a spell of morning sickness ruins Toph's day, you try everything in your power to turn it around for her. Based on this request.
Content/Warnings: Majority of this is sfw up until the end. Morning sickness, pregnant Toph, wife reader, fluff, Lin is five in this fic, kissing, fingering (Toph receiving) , finger sucking, Toph is cranky and a little mean but she apologies.
Mornings in the Beifong house usually started with chaos. With a five year old that didn't know the sense of time and your wife who was pregnant with your second child, it was safe to say no one day is the same. Today for instance started with an accusation as the bedroom door slammed open hard enough to rattle the frame, waking you up out of your sleep with a startled gasp.
“Mama!”
Small feet pounded wildly across the floor and you had very little time to brace yourself for the little body that was about to collide with you. Lin launched herself onto the bed with all the force of a tiny earthbender, crashing directly between you and Toph before either of you could move out of the way. You let out a startled breath as five-year-old knees landed somewhere dangerously close to your ribs. Beside you, Toph groaned into her pillow at being woken up.
“Spirits,” She muttered thickly into her pillow, “Why is she always airborne?”
Lin ignored that completely.
At five, Lin was already a force of nature- full of boundless energy, armed with an opinion on every subject imaginable, and blessed with enough dramatic flair to rival her uncle Sokka himself. Her hair was a wild mess from sleep, sticking in every direction as if you hadn't spent hours washing and attempting to style her hair the night before. Her cheeks were still warm and soft from bed. She climbed directly into your lap like it wasnt six in the morning. She always had a way of commanding a room, even if it's just the audience of her parents.
Lin turned her attention to her mother, whose eyes were still closed as she attempted to fall back to sleep in hopes that she would settle. But telling by the determined look in her eye, lin had something on her mind and she wouldn't rest until you both heard it.
You watched in amusement as your daughter folded her tiny arms, her lips forming in a thin line as she blew some of her wild hair out of her face. “Mama stole my honey cake.”
The room got eerily quiet. You blinked, and beside you, Toph slowly rolled onto her back in faux exasperation. You already knew where this was going before the words left your wife's mouth.
It was going to be a long morning.
“No I didn’t.”
Lin gasped as if it was the most scandalous thing her five-year-old self had ever heard.
“Yes, you did.” Her eyes darted to you for help. “Mommy, tell her!”
You snorted, sinking back into the pillows so your back was resting against the headboard. You knew better than to interfere when they got like this. “I'm not in this.”
“That is slander,” Toph huffed sleepily.
“No it isn't, you put me to bed and then you ate it,” Lin accused, still not letting up.
Toph frowned, her eyebrows furrowing as she tried to remember. This time around the pregnancy mind fog seemed to be getting worse so you didn't blame her. “I put you to bed..?”
“Yes, Mama, keep up,” Lin said with her usual beifong flare. “Last night Mommy said I couldn't have sweets before bed, even though I really, really wanted my honey cake. So I saved the very last one from the bakery for breakfast and put it on the counter all by myself.”
She crossed her arms.
“Then after I went to bed, I felt the kitchen floor go thump, thump, thump. Really heavy footsteps, not sneaky ones.” She pointed accusingly in Toph's direction. “And when I woke up this morning, my honey cake was gone.”
“So either the honey cake learned how to walk away by itself.” She narrowed her eyes. “Or mama got hungry because of the baby again.”
You bit back a laugh because Toph definitely went on a late-night kitchen raid. You'd heard cupboards opening and closing sometime after midnight, followed by the unmistakable sound of someone tearing through snacks with all the subtlety of an earthbending badgermole. At the time, you barely thought about it. Pregnancy had turned your wife into a bottomless pit whenever a craving struck. Unfortunately for her, she'd forgotten one very important thing.
Beifongs were fiercely protective of their food.
You pressed your lips together, fighting to keep your expression neutral. The last thing you needed was for Lin to catch you smiling. If she realized she was winning, she'd never let either of you hear she end of it.
“She might have a case,” You said carefully.
Toph looked downright betrayed by your remark. “Baby, you too?”
Lin gasped in delight and pointed enthusiastically at her mother. The force of it made her entire little body bounce where she sat in your lap.
“See? See?” She exclaimed. "Even Mommy thinks you're guilty, Mama!”
“I did not say that,” You protested, glancing down at her as you tucked more of her hair out of her face so she could see properly.
Toph sat up with a groan. And that's when you saw it. The slight stiffness in her posture, the small tightening in her jaw as a pain shot up her back. Mornings had become harder, she was further along now, carrying lower, heavier. Her back hurt more, her hips ached. Some nights she shifted endlessly trying to get comfortable. Other nights she came home exhausted and refused to admit she felt anything at all.
Still, she was Toph. Stubborn enough to argue with mountains, and her daughter was no different.
“I did not steal anything,” She declared folding her arms across her chest. “I confiscated abandoned property.”
Lin’s mouth dropped open in astonishment. “That was my breakfast!”
Toph merely shrugged, tucking a curtain of long dark hair behind her ear. “You left it unattended.”
“That’s stealing!” Lin insisted, refusing to back down.
“That’s tactical retrieval.” The confidence with which she said it made it ten times funnier.
This time, you did laugh, and Lin whipped her head back to you in outrage. “Mommy!”
Before you could even respond, Toph suddenly went very still. The energy in the room changed, the playfulness bleeding away. At first, you thought she was listening to something in the house or outside, but then you saw it- the way her shoulders tensed, the sharp swallow she tried and failed to hide.
Your stomach dropped, concern creeping into your voice. “Sweetheart?”
“I'm fine.”
Toph's clipped response sounded like she was more offended by your concern than by the nausea steadily climbing her throat. Which was hurtful, although you would never tell her that. She swallowed hard again, as though she could force it back down through sheer stubbornness.
You slid Lin gently from your lap and moved across the bed, settling onto your knees. “Baby, you're not fine-..”
Toph moved faster than you'd ever seen her move before. Her bare feet hit the floor hard as she hurried toward the ensuite bathroom.
You were right behind her.
The bathroom door barely had time to swing open before she dropped to her knees beside the basin, one hand braced against the edge while she squeezed her eyes shut. Another sharp swallow followed, her shoulders rising and falling with controlled breaths as she fought a battle she was rapidly losing. It wasnt long before the nausea had finally taken over.
Toph got violently sick, her entire body tensing from the force of it. Your chest clenched as you watched her. You sank to the floor beside her without hesitation, one hand gathering her hair back from her face while the other rubbed firm circles along the tense line of her spine.
Her shoulders shook as another harsh retch tore through her. It just kept coming, wave after wave, and all you could do was stay beside her and hold her together through it all. This pregnancy had been so much harder than it had been with Lin. The morning sickness was worse, the body aches, exhaustion. You've taken her to katara nearly once a week just to check on things. You could feel how much Toph hated this, how she was trying to muscle through it and stay composed even as tears gathered in her eyes before another wave of nausea dragged her under again.
“This is stupid,” She rasped between breaths. “This baby must hate me already.”
Your eyes flashed. “Don't say stuff like that, you know it's not true. She's making her presence known. She's a Beifong after all.”
“This is the third time this week,” Toph complained, spitting into the bowl.
“Yeah,” You whispered, still smoothing hair away from her damp face. “The baby’s being a little rude.”
That earned you the weakest laugh she had ever mustered before Toph lurched forward with a strangled sound, her fingers tightening around the edge of the basin as her throat burned.
You steadied her, your hand still tangled in her hair as you kissed the center of her spine and her shoulder. “It’s okay, my love. I’ve got you.”
You were so focused on making sure your wife was okay, you hadn't heard your daughter's tiny feet stop suddenly. You turned, tearing your attention away from Toph for just a moment. Lin stood frozen in the bathroom doorway in her pajamas, her thumb tucked into her mouth. It was a habit she always fell back on whenever she was scared or stressed.
Her little fingers curled tightly around the doorframe as she stared wide-eyed at the scene in front of her.
Most mornings, Lin was still asleep by the time the morning sickness took hold. She'd never really seen this part of pregnancy before. Her mama was always strong in front of her.
Seeing her like this shattered something in her five-year-old heart. She was scared, and you couldn't blame her. You couldn't even imagine what this looked like through her eyes, seeing her mother kneeling on the bathroom floor, pale and shaking, looking so unlike herself.
Her lower lip trembled, slowly her thumb slipped out of her mouth as tears gathered in her eyes. “Mama?”
Toph visibly stiffened. Even now, still breathing hard and miserable, her instinct was immediate, protect Lin, don't let her see. You watched her straighten slightly, trying to pull herself together despite the lingering nausea. But there was no use in hiding it. Lin was already here, and this wouldn't be the last time this happened, unfortunately.
You held out one arm, beckoning your daughter to come forward. Your voice was incredibly soft as you addressed her. “Come here, sweetheart.”
Lin didn’t move at first. Her small hands tightened on the doorframe as more tears gathered in her eyes until they spilled down her cheeks. “Is Mama hurt because of the cake?”
Toph wiped her mouth roughly with the back of her hand, still breathing unevenly, but her tone gentled for Lin.
“No, pebble.” She said quietly. “The cake didn't do this.”
Her voice came out coarse enough that Lin still looked unsure, tears were continuing to fall as she tried to understand what she was seeing.
You softened your voice even more, keeping your arm open. “She’s okay, I promise. Come here.”
Lin finally rushed over and practically collapsed into your side. You held her with one arm while still rubbing Toph’s back with the other, soothing her to the point her breathing was finally starting to calm.
“She got sick,” Lin whispered brokenly into your shirt.
“Yes.” You answered, knowing that explaining it to her is the best route.
“Why?”
You glanced at Toph, then back down at your daughter.
“The baby’s making Mama feel really yucky this morning, kinda like how you get when you're sick and have to stay home from school.” You said gently. “It has nothing to do with the honey cake, okay? Mama’s just working really hard right now to grow your little sister.”
Lin sniffled hard. “Does it hurt?”
Toph exhaled slowly, finally pushing herself upright enough to lean back against the wall.
“It’s not fun,” She admitted, voice still rough, but honest. “But I can handle it.”
Lin looked up at her, eyes still wet. “You promise?”
Toph hesitated just for a second, then reached out and lightly ruffled Lin’s hair. “I promise, pebble. I dont need you worrying about me.”
That seemed to settle something in Lin’s chest. She turned her face into your side again, still clinging tightly, while you kept one arm around her.
When she first found out she was incredibly excited for the new baby. She would finally have someone to play with and boss around a little. But now she wasn't so sure if it was worth it if it was going to make her mama this sick.
She peeked over at Toph, watching the way her shoulders still rose and fell with each careful breath. “Is the baby mean?”
A weak huff escaped Toph as she rested her forehead against her knees and closed her eyes. “Little bit.”
Hearing her mama's voice helped, if only a little. Lin carefully untangled herself from your side and stepped toward her mother, who looked so pale and exhausted, and placed her little hand tentatively on Toph's shoulder.
You were always amazed by your daughters maturity. She was old enough to understand when gentleness mattered, and your heart warmed at the comforting gesture she was sharing with her mother. “Mama?”
Toph swallowed, her throat still raw. “What, kiddo?”
“Do you need me to yell at the baby?” Lin asked, deadly serious.
Your laughter shattered the silence that followed after the question, you actually doubled over. It was the cutest, most wholesome thing you had ever heard. Of course Lin would find a way to let her future sibling know who was boss, establishing her dominance early so the baby would stop making her mama sick. You ruffled her messy hair, but Lin just huffed, never tearing her eyes off her mama's face as she awaited her permission to yell.
Toph snorted, a fraction of her usual fiery energy returning to her. “No, pebble. I do not need you to yell at my stomach.”
Her little brows knit together as she considered the situation from every angle, still not entirely convinced her vocal talents weren't required. “I’m loud.”
Toph almost smiled, her lips twitching. “Oh, I know.”
Everything was going so well, Lin was finally starting to settle, when Toph suddenly stiffened again. Another wave of nausea hit her like a flying boulder. She pitched forward over the basin, and you moved instantly, drawing slow, soothing circles on her spine, your fingess still tangled in her hair.
Lin's face completely crumpled. This time, there was no stopping the tears that flooded her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. “Mama..”
Toph breathed harshly through her nose as the last violent wave finally passed. Her shoulders trembled with the effort of catching her breath. With damp, shaking hands, she reached out blindly until her fingers found Lin's wrist. She wrapped her hand around it and gave a tight squeeze.
“I'm okay, Lily-pad,” Toph rasped, using the rare nickname. “It's over. I promise.”
Lin sniffled, rubbing her nose with her free hand, still not understanding the cruelty of morning sickness. “You don’t look okay.”
That hit harder than either of you expected, mostly because she was right. “No,” Toph admitted quietly after a long moment. “Probably not.”
Eventually, the dry heaving eased enough for Toph to sit back on her heels. She stayed there for a moment, eyes closed and shoulders slumped with exhaustion. The fight had gone out of her, at least for now. You could see it in the way she leaned slightly into your touch when your hand settled between her shoulders.
“Come on, sweetheart.”
Toph grunted something that was probably meant to be a protest and you ignored it. Carefully, you slipped one arm around her waist and the other beneath her elbow, helping her to her feet. The moment she wobbled, your grip tightened to steady her. You knew Toph absolutely hated being helped, she always said it made her feel weak. But you didn't care, you weren't letting her fall. You stood beside her as you both brushed your teeth, watching her every movement like a hawk.
Lin stayed glued to your side the entire walk back to the bedroom, clutching a fistful of your shirt in one hand. She followed so closely she nearly stepped on your heels, her red-rimmed eyes fixed on her mother as though looking away might somehow make things worse.
Back in the bedroom, Toph sank heavily onto the edge of the mattress. Her skin was pale beneath the freckles dusting her cheeks, her dark hair hanging in every direction after being repeatedly pulled back from her face. Even her breathing seemed slower, more careful than usual. One of her hands instinctively cradled the underside of her swollen stomach, protecting the little troublemaker inside.
You crouched down directly in front of her, resting your hands on her knees, your voice was tender but entirely firm. “You’re staying home today.”
Toph shook her head immediately, shutting the idea down without a second thought. “Nope. Not happening.”
“Yes, happening.”
“I can't just call out,” Toph argued, her clouded gaze narrowing in your direction. “I'm the Chief of Police. The city doesn't stop because I feel like shit!”
“Ooo! Mama curse she has to put money in the swear jar.” Lin interjected and you both ignored her.
“You're also pregnant, exhausted, and you just lost a fight to your own stomach,” You pointed out stubbornly.
Toph grunted, leaning back against the pillows. “That’s unrelated.”
Lin scrambled up onto the bed beside her, folding her tiny arms exactly like Toph. “Mama should stay home. We can all have a sick day, Mommy.”
“That's exactly what I was thinking, baby girl,” You smiled, sending Lin a grateful look.
Toph groaned, dropping her head back against the headboard. “Why is everyone in this house against me?”
“Because you ate my honey cake,” Lin answered, before her expression softened. She crawled right into her mother's lap, mindful of her belly, and rested her small head against Toph's chest. “And maybe because we love you.”
The fight seemed to leave Toph all at once. She let out a long, tired sigh. One hand came up to rest on Lin's back, patting it gently as her daughter curled closer. For a second, you thought you had won.
Then Toph spoke, “Still not staying home.”
By the time bright sunlight completely filled the kitchen, the morning had devolved into a full-blown battle of wills. You had refused to let her leave the house without eating something substantial. Toph had refused to cooperate, persistently stepping into her work clothes just to prove a point.
Now, she was standing in the kitchen, already dressed for the station. Her hair was tied back in its usual bun, her uniform partially fastened, though the metal badges felt heavy against her tired frame. She was leaning one hip against the counter with visible irritation and deep exhaustion, her jaw set.
“I'm eating on the way,” Toph grumbled, reaching for a plain piece of toast you had set out. “See? Toast. I'm cooperating. Now give me my cables.”
“You haven't even finished eating.” You scolded, as you stood between her and the front door. “And you're leaning on the counter like you're about to topple over.”
“I am a rock,” Toph insisted, though her voice lacked its usual booming power. “Rocks don't topple.”
Lin, who was sitting at the kitchen table eating a bowl of cereal, looked up with her spoon held high. “Mommy, Mama's boots are on the wrong feet! She's cheating!”
Toph froze, slowly looking down at her own feet as if she could actually see them, realizing her rushed, dizzy state had betrayed her. “Kid, you're demoted from helping me.”
Completely unfazed, Lin shoveled another bite of cereal into her mouth and returned to breakfast. You took advantage of the distraction and stepped closer to your wife.
Your palm settled against the center of her chest, feeling the familiar rhythm beneath your hand. “If you give me a few minutes, I can get Lin dressed and we can walk with you.”
A long breath escaped Toph. “You're hovering.”
“I'm worried and protective.” You corrected. “You really need rest, baby. You can work from home.”
Just the thought of being stuck inside all day seemed to make Toph restless. She needed air. Space. A few hours where nobody was watching her every move or asking if she was okay.
She flexed her jaw in irritation before she stepped around you and headed for the door.
“Toph..”
“I'm going.”
You opened your mouth to argue again but Toph didn't give you the chance. “I'll be home late,” She said as she pulled the door open. “Dont wait up.”
The moment the front door clicked shut behind her, the silence of the house felt vast. Your nerves refused to settle, and sitting still only seemed to make them worse. So you threw yourself into cleaning.
While Lin sat in the living room surrounded by toys, carrying on elaborate conversations with her stuffed animals, you moved from room to room. Counters were wiped down twice. Laundry was folded and put away. Shelves were dusted and foors were swept. Every time your thoughts drifted back to Toph you found another task to occupy your hands.
By lunchtime, the house was spotless. Not a cushion sat out of place, not a dish remained in the sink. All that cleaning had done very little to ease the knot in your stomach. Toph was still at work, pushing herself and refusing to slow down.
You were standing at the stove making Lin something to eat when an idea struck. You paused, wooden spoon in hand, then glanced toward the living room where your daughter was busy staging what appeared to be a very serious trial involving three stuffed ostrich-horses.
“Pebble.” You called, using the familiar nickname Toph normally used.
Lin looked up instantly.
“How would you feel about surprising Mama with lunch?”
Lin eyes lit up like fireworks. “At work?”
“Yup!”
You knew how much she loved visiting her mama at the station. The excitement was written all over her face as she scrambled to her feet. Her favorite parts were seeing all the metalbending officers, watching them train, and following Toph around like a tiny shadow whenever she was allowed.
“Really?” She asked, already grinning from ear to ear.
You laughed. “Really.”
Lin let out a delighted squeal and pumped both fists into the air. “Let's go! I wanna bring Mama lunch!”
The moment you parked the car and started walking the remaining block, Lin was practically vibrating with excitement. She hurried several steps ahead of you, the small basket of honey cakes and cookies clutched tightly in her hands.
The police precinct wasn't just where her mother worked. It was a fortress full of real life heroes. She loved everything about it, the uniforms, the metal cables, the officers moving with purpose through the halls. More than once, she'd declared that she was going to work there one day, just like her mama.
“Mommy, hurry up!” Lin called over her shoulder, her dark hair bouncing as she raced toward the wide stone steps. “The noodles are going to get cold, and then Mama will be even crankier!”
You couldn't help laughing. “I'm coming. Slow down.”
Adjusting the insulated container of hot noodles against your hip, you quickened your pace. Lin, of course, ignored the instruction entirely. She bounded up the steps two at a time before throwing her whole weight against the heavy double doors.
The doors swung inward, Lin stumbled through them with a triumphant grin stretched across her face.
“We brought lunch!” She announced to nobody in particular just wanting to make her presence known.
Her eyes darted around the lobby, taking in everything at once, the gleaming metal armor of the officers, the constant stream of people moving through the precinct, and the massive map of Republic City hanging on the wall.
Lin puffed out her chest and straightened her shoulders, trying to look as important as any regular desk sergeant. She desperately wanted everyone to notice her. The officers greeted her with waves and warm smiles. A few of them looked visibly relieved when they spotted you walking in behind her.
One officer actually leaned over his paperwork and lowered his voice. “Thank spirits you're here.”
You blinked, that should have been your first warning. Lin was far too busy saluting a passing patrolman to notice the tension lingering beneath the usual bustle of the station. She spun toward the hallway leading to the executive offices and started marching forward at an enthusiastic pace.
“Walk faster Mommy!” She called from over her shoulder as she skipped along. “Let's go surprise her!”
Before you could remind her to knock, Lin had already reached the office door. She slapped a hand against the heavy office door and pushed it open with all the enthusiasm of someone that missed their mother. “Mama! Look what we-..”
“Not now!”
The words cracked through the room like a whip. Lin stopped dead in her tracks, her small shoes sliding slightly across the polished floor.
Toph wasn't alone.
Her longtime assistant stood beside the desk, a thick leather ledger clutched in his hands, his mouth still half-open from reading through a neighborhood crime report. Reports, maps, and paperwork covered nearly every available surface, and the entire office seemed to hum with tension.
Behind the desk, Toph sat perfectly still, her shoulders were locked tight. Her hair was beginning to fall from its bun, dark strands sticking to her temples and framing a face that looked far paler than it had that morning. The exhaustion she'd tried so hard to hide at home was written all over her now.
But it wasn't her appearance that hurt. It was her tone that was far too sharp and dismissive to be addressing her family. She had clearly been worn thin by stress, fatigue, and a day that had clearly gone badly.
You watched in real time as Lin's bright smile faltered. The excitement that had carried her all the way to the station dimmed in an instant. Her shoulders drooped, and her fingers tightened around the handle of the goodie basket.
Something twisted painfully in your chest. You knew Toph was overwhelmed. Between the constant vibrations from hundreds of people moving through the building, the endless reports, and a pregnancy that was already draining every ounce of her energy, she was running on fumes.
But knowing that didn't make it any easier to watch your daughter shrink back. Across the room, Toph's expression shifted. The irritation vanished as quickly as it had appeared. Because she'd finally realized who had opened the door.
You stepped past Lin into the chaotic room, your expression hardening. Your gaze locked onto the startled aide, and your voice cut cleanly through the tension.
“Leave the reports on the desk,” You ordered firmly. “The Chief is taking a much needed break. You can resume the meeting in twenty minutes.”
The assistant didn’t need to be told twice. He snapped the ledger shut and set it down carefully at the edge of Toph’s desk, giving you a respectful bow before slipping out into the hallway, closing the door behind him with a soft click.
The second he was gone, the energy in the room shifted. You crouched in front of Lin. Her fingers were still clenched tightly around the basket of desserts, her knuckles tense with uncertainty. Gently, you covered her hands with yours and eased your expression into something reserved only for her.
“Its okay Lily-pad,” You said quietly, your voice steady and warm. “See that officer at the desk over there? The one with all the shiny metal badges? You remember her from the last time you were here don't you? Her name is Gwen and she has a daughter your age. Go show her your badgermole drawing and offer her one of these cookies. I bet she’d love it, and maybe she'll even show you something cool while you wait.”
Lin sniffled, eyes flicking past you toward Toph. Her voice came out small and it made your heart constrict in your chest. “Is Mama still mad at me?”
“She could never be mad at you, sweetheart,” You promised her, brushing a stray piece of hair from her face. “Mama’s just having a really rough day. That’s all.”
Lin looked like she wanted to argue with that, but didn’t have the words for it.
“Go on,” You added gently, releasing her hand so she could walk all on her own. “I’ll be down in a few, okay? I just need to talk to Mama alone.”
After a long pause, Lin gave a small nod. She turned and walked out of the office, her light steps echoing down the hallway. The sound eventually fading into the noise of the station beyond.
The moment her footsteps disappeared, you stood up and closed the office door. The click of the latch echoed through the silent room like a small crack of thunder.
You walked over to the desk, stopped directly in front of it, and crossed your arms. Toph remained seated, her body coiled. Her jaw was clenched, her hands flat against the metal surface. The fierce mask she always wore at work was still firmly in place, but you could see the strain beneath it. There was a slight tremor in her shoulders that she was failing to hide. The exhaustion she'd been trying so hard to hide all day resurfacing the moment her body realized it was you and she didn’t have to pretend anymore.
“I know you aren't feeling well, baby,” You began, your voice low and steady, carrying an edge of frustration that was softened entirely by concern. “I know your head is pounding because you haven't eaten enough today, and that you've been listening to people drone on in your ear while half the station stomps around this building. And I know you're doing all of that while carrying our child.”
Toph opened her mouth to protest, but you cut her off before she could say a word.
“I am so proud of you, sweetheart. I need you to know that. I appreciate everything you're doing. You're growing our baby, keeping her safe, and pushing through days that would have most people curled up in bed. You rarely complain, even when you're miserable, and I know this pregnancy hasn't been easy on you. There's nothing wrong with wanting space, and there's certainly nothing wrong with having bad days.”
You leaned forward, resting your hands against the edge of the desk. “I can handle your moods. I can handle the crankiness. Spirits know I've handled worse from you. But the way you spoke to our daughter was not okay, Toph. She spent the entire morning worried sick about you. She may act older than she is sometimes, but she's still our little girl. She doesn't understand why Mama suddenly sounds angry when all she wanted was to bring you lunch. When you talk to her like that, she shuts down, and I don't want one bad day becoming a memory she carries around for years.”
Toph swallowed hard. The wall she'd spent the entire day holding together began to crack. Her gaze dropped to the desk, dark strands of hair slipping loose around her face as guilt washed across her features.
“I know,” She muttered. Her voice sounded thick, weighed down by emotions she never knew how to express. “I didn't mean to snap at her. I feel awful about it. I didn't even realize it was you two until I heard Lin's voice.”
Your expression softened instantly. The frustration melted away, leaving nothing but the love you had for her. You rounded the desk and stopped beside her chair.
“Toph,” You sighed. “You're going to have to make it up to her. She needs to know that her mama loves her and that you aren't pushing her away on purpose.”
You gently pushed a stack of paperwork aside before taking hold of both of her arms and helping her to her feet.
“Where are we going?” Toph asked, allowing you to guide her despite the confusion in her voice.
“Nowhere,” You replied.
You sat down in the expensive leather chair and pulled her down into your lap.
For once, Toph didn't argue.
A long breath escaped her as she settled across you, burying her face into the crook of your neck. She would never admit it out loud, but she'd been thinking about going home for hours just so she could crawl into your arms and let someone else take care of her for a little while.
Your hand slipped beneath the fabric of her uniform tunic, finding the warm curve of her stomach. Slowly, you traced gentle circles across her skin, feeling the tension begin to drain from her body under your touch.
“I'm sorry,” Toph whispered, her voice cracking against your neck. Her grip tightened on your shoulder as though she could somehow make you understand how much she meant it. “I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't mean to snap at you all day. I didn't mean to hurt Lin. I just, couldn't think straight. I love you. I love both of you so much. Thank you for putting up with me.”
“I love you too,” You murmured, pressing a kiss into her dark hair. One hand continued its slow path over her stomach while the other rested on her thigh. “I'm not mad, sweetheart. I just worry about you. I want to make sure you're taking care of yourself.”
Your palm spread gently over the curve of her belly. “And our little one.”
You shifted slightly in the chair, trying to get comfortable. Toph moved with you, settling more fully across your lap. As your legs brushed against the inside of her thigh, she sucked in a sharp breath and instinctively pressed closer, her entire body reacting before she could stop herself.
Your hand remained resting against the curve of her stomach as a knowing smile tugged at your lips. You turned your head, letting your lips brush softly against her cheek. “You've been so wound up all day. Is this what you needed the entire time, baby? All you had to do was ask.”
Toph buried her face deeper into your neck. A frustrated sound caught in her throat as her hands tightened around your waist. A slow breath left her as she shifted nearer, seeking out your warmth without a word. Her lips brushed against the corner of your mouth as the ache between her legs grew more prominent.
You gave her exactly what she needed. You leaned up, your fingers tangling in the loose strands of her dark hair as you deepened the kiss. When your tongue slid past her lips, Toph whimpered into your mouth. It was a small, desperate sound that made you kiss her with more purpose.
She tasted faintly of the herbal tea you normally force her to drink every morning once she gets into the office but mostly she just tasted like she was completely yours. Her tongue met yours with a sudden, fierce hunger, matching your rhythm in a way that made your own thighs press together.
Her thumbs dug into your hips, anchoring her weight against you as she tilted her head to drink you in completely. It wasn't just an apology anymore, it was a total surrender. She was losing herself in the safety of your touch, letting the loud, vibrating chaos of the police precinct completely fade into the background.
Your other hand stayed flat against the smooth, radiating skin of her swollen belly, your thumb sweeping soothing strokes across the small bump. Every time your fingers dipped lower, a needy gasp caught in her throat, her hips pressing flush against yours in a quiet plea for more.
When you finally parted for air, Toph kept her forehead pressed tightly against yours, her eyelids fluttering closed as her breath came in short, ragged puffs. Her pale cheeks were completely flushed now, a deep, beautiful pink replacing the sickly tint from earlier.
“Spirits,” She whispered, her voice dark, and thoroughly wrecked. She lazily trailed her lips down to the corner of your jaw, giving the soft skin there a deliberate nip. “You're a distraction. I have a city to run.”
“The city can wait ten more minutes,” You breathed against her ear, smiling as you felt her squirm in your lap. “Let's make this quick, baby. And when we get home I'll take much better care of you, okay?”
She nodded reverently.
You kept your mouth on hers, swallowing every shaky breath as your hand slid lower. Your fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her pants, pushing aside the soft ruined fabric of her underwear as you found the slick heat between her legs. Toph jolted in your lap, a sharp sound breaking the kiss as your fingertips brushed over her swollen clit. She was already wet, her folds slick and sensitive from the constant ache of pregnancy.
You rubbed slow, firm circles over the sensitive nub, feeling it throb under your touch. Toph's hips jerked forward, grinding down against your hand with a desperate whimper. Her thighs trembled around your legs, the muscles twitching every time you pressed harder or changed the tempo.
“Fuck,” She hissed against your lips, voice cracking. Your tongue pushed back into her mouth, claiming the sound, turning it into a muffled moan as you slid two fingers lower and pushed them inside her. Her cunt was tight, hot, and dripping around your fingers. Toph's inner walls clenched greedily around the two digits, pulling you deeper with every slow thrust. Toph was full on straddling you now, still kissing you messily as your fingers moved inside of her.
You curled your fingers upward, stroking the spongy spot inside her while your thumb kept working her clit in wide, relentless circles. Toph's entire body shook. Her belly pressed firmer against your torso as she arched, one hand flying up to grip the back of your neck while the other stayed locked on your waist as she started to ride your fingers. Every time your fingers pumped in and out of her soapping cunt, a wet sound filled the small space between you. She was so fucking wet for you, your fingers were covered in her slick to the point you knew her pants would be ruined after this. Which is why you thought ahead. Being a mom and a wife meant you always had a spare change of clothes in your bag just in case.
Her moans grew louder, broken and needy. You kissed her harder, swallowing each cry as your fingers moved faster, deeper, curling and scissoring inside her soaked cunt. Her juices coated your hand, dripping down your knuckles as she rocked her hips in time with your thrusts.
“Please– baby, don't stop,” Toph begged into your mouth, voice hoarse and shaking. Her inner walls fluttered and squeezed around your fingers, getting tighter with every stroke. You kept the same tempo, your thumb grinding against her clit while your fingers fucked her through the building tension, drawing out every desperate sound she tried to bury against your tongue.
Toph's hips rolled forward, grinding down against your hand with needy desperation, her thighs were quivering around your legs as her orgasm was approaching rapidly. You could feel it in the way she clenched harder around you as her tight cunt hugged your fingers keeping them deep inside of her.
You broke the kiss just enough to speak against her parted lips, your voice low and firm. “You have to be quiet, baby. If you make too much noise, I'll stop. Understand?”
Toph whimpered, the sound raw and shaky, but she nodded quickly, biting down on her lower lip to muffle herself. Her hands clutched harder at your waist and the back of your neck, her knuckles whitening as she fought to keep her voice down. You rewarded her obedience by curling your fingers upward again, your fingers slamming into her as you stroked that sensitive spot inside her while your thumb pressed firmer against her clit, finally tipping her over the edge.
Her breath hitched sharply against your lips. Her whole body went rigid for a split second, then she came hard, her cunt clamping down in wet spasms that milked your fingers. Toph's, hot slick gushed around your hand, soaking your knuckles and dripping down your wrist as her hips bucked uncontrollably. She kissed you deeper through it, tongue pushing into your mouth with desperate hunger while her moans stayed trapped between your lips.
Her pregnant belly quivered against you, her fingers digging into your neck and waist hard enough to leave marks as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. Her inner walls fluttered and contracted again, each pulse drawing out the orgasm longer while you kept rubbing her clit in tight circles and stroking inside her soaked pussy. She stayed silent except for the shaky, muffled sounds she fed directly into your kiss, her body shaking and grinding down until the last tremors finally faded, leaving her limp and panting against your chest.
Your slick fingers slid free from Toph's soaked pussy, strings of her juices stretching between your fingers before breaking. You brought them up to her parted lips, and she leaned in, her warm tongue swirling around each digit. She licked slowly at first, tasting her own release, then sucked each finger deeper into her mouth. Her tongue pressed flat against your skin, lapping up every trace of her slick arousal while her cheeks hollowed slightly with the suction.
Toph's eyes stayed half-lidded, her pregnant belly resting against you as she worked her mouth over your fingers one by one. She dragged her tongue between them, cleaning the webbing thoroughly before sealing her lips around the last digit and sucking it clean. When she finally released your hand, it came free with a soft, wet pop that echoed faintly in the quiet space.
Her breathing remained ragged, lips glistening from both the kiss and her slick. She rested her forehead against yours for a moment, one hand still gripping your shirt while the other traced lazy patterns over your chest.
You gave her thigh a gentle pat, knowing the little bubble of privacy you'd managed to create wasn't going to last much longer. You could only keep Lin occupied for so long before she came looking for one of you. She was clingy in all the ways that children her age tended to be, and after the morning she'd had, you knew she would need the reassurance of having both her parents close by.
Toph reluctantly slid off your lap with your help and stood. The moment she did, her nose wrinkled and her lips pursed. You could practically see the complaint forming before she even opened her mouth.
You were already ahead of her.
“I have spare clothes in the car,” You inform her before standing. “Just let me wash my hands, fix my makeup, and I'll go get them for you, baby.”
Toph let out a quiet sigh of relief. Being Chief had its perks, and right now she was especially grateful for one of them. Her office came with a private bathroom attached, saving her from having to walk through the station in her current state.
A few minutes later, the two of you stood side by side at the sink. Toph washed her face while you cleaned your hands. As you glanced over, you couldn't help noticing that the tension which had been weighing her down all day was finally gone. Her shoulders weren't drawn up around her ears anymore, and the hard line of her jaw had softened.
You dried your hands on a towel, unable to hide the smile on your face. Toph could feel your smug satisfaction from where she stood.
“Stop looking at me like you won something,” She growled, patting her face dry with the paper towels you'd handed her.
“You married me and you're currently carrying my child,” You replied with a cheeky grin. “I win every day I wake up next to you in our bed.”
Her cheeks tinted red and she turned away from you to hide her reaction. Her fingers latched onto the bathroom door as she opened it. “I don't have time for this. Pebble has been running my department for nearly thirty minutes now and I'm concerned for my officers.”
You laughed, your head snapping back as you followed her. “You're concerned for them and not her?”
“Yes.” Toph's stride was purposeful as she crossed the office. She unlocked the door with a flick of metalbending and stepped into the bullpen.
“She's too smart for her own good,” She continued on to say. “Give her ten minutes and she'll convince people to show her things they definitely aren't supposed to.”
The amusement faded from your face the second you stepped out into the busy precinct. Your eyes swept across the room and when they couldn't spot Lin right away a trickle of fear slid down your spine that Toph could pick up on almost immediately.
She didn't even bother asking where your daughter was. Toph metal bent her boot off and stamped her foot against the floor. The vibrations rippled outward for only a second before she relaxed. “Found her.”
Your head snapped toward the hallway just as a familiar giggle echoed around the corner. Lin came bounding through the doorway with a lollipop sticking out of her mouth. Officer Gwen followed several steps behind, looking thoroughly entertained.
The moment Lin spotted you, her face lit up. “Mommy!”
She took off in a sprint, weaving through officers, ducking around legs, and treating the entire precinct like an obstacle course.
You barely had time to brace yourself before she crashed into you. Laughing, you scooped her onto your hip. “Mommy! I had so much fun! You were right! Ms. Gwen showed me all the cool stuff and she gave me candy and let me sit behind the glass and watch the officers train and..”
She was speaking so quickly she nearly ran out of breath. Lin’s sticky fingers tangled themselves in your hair as she held on to you, enthusiastically telling you about everything that she saw. You smiled and adjusted her weight on your hip. “That sounds amazing, sweetheart. Can I have some?”
Lin nodded fiercely and held the lollipop toward your mouth. You leaned over and took a tiny taste. “Thank you.”
She beamed up at you. Over her shoulder, you caught Gwen's eye and mouthed a thank as you turned and followed Toph back into her office. Once inside, you shut the door and carried Lin to one of the chairs in front of the desk, setting her down.
Now that the bustle of the precinct was gone, Lin’s attention finally settled on her mother.
“Mama-..” She started, her eyes already watering now that she was fully focused on Toph again. “I'm sowey I forgot to knock.” She hiccuped, rubbing at her face. “Sometimes I forget and I was so excited to see you.”
Toph couldn’t kneel, but she pulled a chair closer and gestured for you to lift Lin into her lap. You did, and Lin hugged her mother, burying her face in her chest as tears dampened her tunic.
“You don't have to apologize, Pebble,” Toph tells her firmly, her voice cracking. “I was being mean.”
Lin shook her head, still pressed against her. “I shouldn't have ran in.”
“No,” Toph wiped Lin's tears as she sat her up slightly in her lap. “You were excited to see me, and I hurt your feelings.”
Another small hiccup left Lin and the muffled sound made Toph's arms tighten around her daughter. “I promise I will never speak to you like that again, okay? I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” Lin whispered.
Toph swallowed the lump forming in her throat. “I was thinking tomorrow can be a Mama and Lin day. We can go wherever you want, and I’ll buy you as many toys as your tiny arms can carry.”
With teary eyes, Lin looked up at her mother with that familiar beifong sassiness. “My arms aren't tiny, they’re strong like yours Mama.”
“My mistake, sweetheart. How could I forget?” Toph let out a laugh as she squeezed Lin gently. “I guess we’re coming home with the entire shop then, huh?”
Lin's eyes lit up as she bounced in her Mama's lap in agreement before glancing back at you for confirmation.
You sighed, you knew lin would probably be bored of the toys in a week but after the day you had right now you'd do anything to make her happy. “We'll get a few, as long as you go to bed tonight without giving me a hard time.”
Lin seemed to think it over before ultimately agreeing. “Deal, I know just what I want.”
And telling by the mischievous look your daughter had in her eye as she happily chewed her half of the sandwich you made her, you had a feeling that you and Toph were going to regret this decision very soon.
AN: Long one because I love Pregnant!Toph down bad y'all. This little family means everything to me.
It wasn't uncommon for you and Vi to wait for Caitlyn until she got off of work to eat dinner together, but today your other girlfriend called you telling to not wait for her as she would be having some meetings late at night with the council.
Now, of course you were kind of disappointed and so was Vi, but of course the two of you also completely understood how important her work was not only for her, but for Piltover too.
It was past midnight when Vi went to bed with you, not that the both of you were tired, but you're surely bored out of your minds, as Vi asked for a lazy day with you on her day off, but at some point you just felt too lazy.
"Babyyyy" Vi whined as she laid on your chest, to which you simply hummed as an answer, looking at her powder blue eyes "Why don't we have some fun while we wait for Cait hmm?"
"But what else can we do? We watched movies, made dinner together, we even cleaned the whole house how-" Vi seeing the clear innocence in what you though she meant by fun immediately cut you out by kissing you passionately.
She propped herself above you as her hands stated to roam all over your mid section dragging soft whimpers from you, when she parted the kiss she started going down your neck leaving love bites along the way, as she got to your collarbone she finally removed your shirt off taking her sweet time to admire your beauty with such a loving gaze it just made you shiver beneath her.
Vi then attacked your chest gently rolling her tongue over your nipples and sucking on your breast's making you even more of a moaning mess as she now was slowly taking off your sleeping shorts along with your underwear, placing her knee against your core to create some friction.
"What a delightful sight to come home to" The both of you were so distracted in your own lustful moment that neither of you noticed your girlfriend finally arriving home
"Just about time Cupcake" Vi stated as she continued on putting pressure on your heat, but now she propped herself up to meet Cait's gaze "Think you could help me with-"
"Oh and disturb your little fun? Relax darling, I'd say that's quite a view to admire after a stressful day at work" Caitlyn finished after taking her hat off and going for the cabinet where she took a bottle of whiskey and poured herself a glass "So" She settled down in a chair right beside the bed "Keep going love, entertain me"
That was all it took for Vi to go back on kissing a path along your rib cage, continuing desperately slow while gently caressing your hips, as she finally got to your heat she gave a long testing lick which immediately made a loud whimper scape from your lips.
When you were about to hook your legs on Vi's neck she quickly stopped you "Ah ah sweetie, I want you to keep your legs wide open so Cait can have a nice view of me eating that pretty pussy of yours" She stated before going back to eating you out in a pace that only made you want more.
Vi's calloused hands made their way to your thighs as one of them went to gently insert a finger inside you, you couldn't hold your moans anymore as your girlfriend quickly inserted another finger.
You tried hard to not close your eyes as to not miss the sight that was Caitlyn sitting there just staring at you with lustful eyes sipping her drink clearly enjoying the show you and Vi were putting on for her.
Immediately failing as Vi now hit that deep spot that made you see stars, she continued on fucking you with her skilled fingers but suddenly stopped eating you out to look at your girlfriend "Well, glad to see you're really enjoying yourself huh Cupcake" As you looked again to your side, Cait had a hand in between her legs with her uniform skirt up and a leg on the arm chair, as she kept on fucking herself the little noises she made led you to such a bliss you just couldn't help it anymore "Please Cait can I-Fuck, can I aah, taste you?!
"Well baby hmm, I don't know if you really deserve it, what do you say Vi?" She asked looking at the pink haired girl "I guess so Babe, our girl was really helpful today, she needs a reward" Vi finished kissing your core.
"If that's the case, I'll happily give you what you want darling" Caitlyn got up and got rid of the rest of her uniform, letting you admire her naked body, she made her way to the bed straddling your head, as you hooked your arms or her thighs she slowly sinked down on your mouth.
"Fuck baby, your mouth on my pussy was just what I-aah shit! Just what I needed today" Hearing her moans just made you close to your orgasm as Vi now was eating you out as if you were her last meal, your own moans driving Cait over the edge with your hand now over her chest.
It only took a few more pumps from Vi as you finally reached your orgasm moaning into Cait's pussy "Yeah baby just like that keep on do- aah fuck!" Just like that you felt her sweet cum on your tongue.
She got off of you and laid on your side as Vi got up and did the same
"Shit, that was one hell of welcoming huh" Vi stated as she licked her fingers clean "A perfect welcoming I should say" Cait smiled turning to her side laying her head on your chest, your hand immediately going on to caressing her back "But what about you honey?" She asked now looking at Vi
"Relax sweet stuff, you just arrived home and I think the three of us need a shower, right?"
It was what it took for you all to quickly get up and head for the shower.
You really hopes Caitlyn wasn't that tired yet, cause knowing Vi the shower would last a great while.
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