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I have one toph x reader fic ongoing too! Click here (on hold for idk how long)
warnings: 18+ nsfw, porn what plot, tension, brat taming, degradation, choking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, humiliation, dumbification, strap referred to as cock.
summary: you and toph have been arguing for days, until she’s finally fed up and decides to shut you up her way. based on this req.
wc: 3.3k
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Seven days.
It’d been seven days since this petty fighting started, and it did not seem to be ending anytime soon.
Your attitude kept worsening by the day, constantly putting an already irritated Toph on edge, and despite her attempts to act like nothing happened, you’d manage to flip it on her and somehow turn the situation into a fight again.
Petty and petty didn’t mix — and you two were clear proof of that.
“Hey,” she calls out blankly, sitting before you at the dining table. “Can you pass me the salt?”
You slice through your steak, not even bothering to look up at her. “You have hands. Get it yourself.”
She stays silent, then takes a deep breath to keep herself from throwing you out of the window. “.. It’s closer to you.”
“Ugh, fine.” You roll your eyes, grabbing the salt and roughly tossing it her way on purpose, the bottle bumping against her shoulder before uselessly dropping on the floor. You’re pleased by her angry frown, looking down to resume your eating. “There you go.”
Her plate clatters loudly against the table, frantically rattling when she harshly spears her steak with her knife.
You cast her a lazy glance, noting her furious face and tightly pursed lips, like she was trying her best not to get up and just beat you up.
“You’re disrupting our dinner,” you state casually, chewing your morsel of meat. “Eat quietly. Well, maybe that’s too much to ask of you. Silence has never really been your strong suit after all.”
“Alright, that’s it.” Her chair crashes backwards from how fast she gets up, her ustensils dropped as she reaches for your collar across the table, pulling you up from your seat with a startled gasp from you.
She pulls you as close as the table separating you allows, practically spitting in your face. “What the fuck is your problem, huh? You’ve been a bitch all week. If your dumb little brain didn’t notice, I’ve been trying my best to ignore your childish taunts, time and time again. I kept giving you chances to fix your attitude without me asking you to.” She gives you a rougher shake, “but I’ve had it up to here; you’re gonna tell me what the hell your problem is right now, so we can fucking solve it and you can stop barking in my ear all day.”
You stare at her, taking in how red her face had gotten and how her chest heaved with barely held back fury..
Hot.
You contemplate indulging her for a second, but after considering it, you settle on huffing out a small chuckle. “See, I was right. Silence really isn’t your strong suit at all.”
With her forearm veins bulging at the strain of her tightened grip on your collar, you knew it was coming before she even moved. You ducked, evading her lunging at you, but her hands roughly sweep everything off the table, your plates shattering and the food spilling all over the floor.
You frown in disgust at the mess, watching the sauce trickle into the space between the floor tiles. “Ew, what the hell— Mmf!”
Toph uses the distraction to sneak up on you, slapping her hand over your mouth as she hisses into your ear. “You never shut the fuck up, do you?”
You thrash in her grasp, but who were you to win a physical fight against a police chief? She easily twists your arms behind you, slamming your front down against the dinner table, your breath knocked out of your lungs.
“I suggest you start speaking,” her fingers curl up, metalbending one of the dropped forks closer to her and into her hand. She molds a thin bracelet-looking cuff, tying it fluidly around your wrists before hardening it snugly against them. “Word of advice, forcing people to talk is a part of my job, so I’m rather good at it.”
“Let go of me, you sick asshole!” You yell, but her fingers stay loosely wrapped around your nape to hold you down. “What do you think you’re doi— Woahh!” A surprised squeal leaves your mouth, your face contorted in shock and disdain at the feel of something poking against your ass. “No way, don’t tell me you— oh my god! You’re such a fucking loser, you’re already strapped!?”
At that, she grins, rather proud for what you thought would offend her. “Yeah. With all your recent mouthing off, I figured it’d eventually come in handy. And hey, what do you know?” Her free hand comes down on your backside with a lazy smack, making you flush and stammer indignantly in response. “Seems like my intuition was right. Maybe fucking that attitude out of you will do.”
As angry as you try to stay, her bulge big and evident against the meat of your ass has you unconsciously pushing back against her, heat already pooling in your lower belly. “Get off me! You bitch— .. Mmgh fuck. Hey, stop doing that!”
“Doing what?” She coos, slowly rocking her hips against yours and relishing the mewls you tried muffling in order to preserve your dignity. Her grip tightens around your neck, pressing down on your carotids. “Talk. Tell me, where the fuck did all this attitude come from this week?”
You grumble under your breath, your cheek squished against the table, “.. Fuck you. You started it.”
“Watch your mouth.” Her hand flexes against your neck, coaxing a garbled choke out of you. She exhales through her nose, feeling down the curve of your arched back with her flat palm, grazing the space over your ass in silent warning. “I started what, exactly?”
You chew on your lip, stubbornly quiet, also growing lightheaded at the choking.
Toph only sighs at your prolonged silence, letting go of you for her hands to slide down and grab the ends of your skirt. Your eyes blow wide open, writhing in embarrassment. “Hey! What the hell are you— Augh!”
Another powerful slap meets the back of your thigh, the soft skin turning a light red, and she proceeds to slowly lift your skirt up over your ass, smiling at the way your entire body was burning up with shame. “Big mouth for someone so easily tamed.”
Her touch ghosts over your now bared skin, then brushes over your dampened panties, a pleasantly surprised cackle erupting from her lips at the wet patch. “Easily soaked, too. Seriously, why do you even try?”
Before you get to reply, her hips are back against yours, her clothed bulge now directly poking your drooling slit, an involuntary moan spilling from your lips, to which she smiles wistfully. “You could make this so much easier for both of us, but no, you’re set on being the bitchiest brat I’ve ever seen. I miss your more obedient days.”
You scoff, trying to regain any shred of composure. “What, can’t stand me calling out your bullshit?”
“So far,” her thumbs dig into your cheeks, her other fingers hooking under your hips. “You haven’t named one example of said bullshit. I’ll tell you what’s really going on here. You’re the one who actually started all this, and you just now realized it, and you’re too proud to admit it.”
“A-As if,” you mumble, your wrists marred from the useless attempts to slip out of her binds. “You know damn well that you’re the bitch here, Toph.”
You can’t see it, but her grin’s filthy.
She undoes her fly, not bothering to argue anymore. “Oh, I’ll show you how much of a bitch I can be.”
The sound of her zipper has you jolting up, trying to twist your head back to look her. “Toph, what are you— oh fuck!”
She snickers, tugging your lacies to the side and gliding her tip over your shamefully wet folds. “Don’t know why it took me this long to do this. I should’ve just fucked you stupid the first time you talked back to me.”
A sharp cry rips through your throat when she angles your hips up and immediately slams into you, your back snapping into a bone-cracking arch. “Oh— oh my— I’m— Toph!!!”
Your screams phase out into just as loud moans, your nipples squished and aching against the hardwood of the table as your entire body bounces with the force of her pounding.
“Fuck,” she grunts, hiking one of your thighs up to spread you wider, the toy pumping in and out of you in fast, wet thrusts. “So tight. ‘s been so long since I fucked you, maybe that’s why you’ve been acting up so much. Needy slut.”
You completely lose it when she positions you onto your side, her hand holding your thigh up to her chest, your pussy swollen and well-stretched. The new position also allows you to catch a glimpse of her, and you’re not sure whether you like it or not.
Her pace is so brutal your eyes stay rolled back for so long you thought you were blind, drool pooling down your mouth and onto the table, your usual protests leaving way for squeaky mewls and whines.
The one leg you’re balanced on threatens to give out, spasming uncontrollably while Toph continues fucking you hard and fast. She senses your poor knee wobbling and hitting hers in return, and if you weren’t already crying, you would’ve cried at the mocking laugh she breathes out at your state. “All bark and no fucking bite. Few minutes of my cock and you already can’t stand? Really wish you had support right now, don’t you? Well, I’d help you, but ‘you have hands’. You can do it yourself.”
You hiccup a sob, what was supposed to be a snappy comeback turning into a lewd whimper with a lazy snap of her hips.
Another laugh rumbles through her throat, even more derisive. “What was that? Man, you sure are loud. Silence really isn’t your strong suit either.”
“S-Shut up!” You manage to cry out, cheeks flushed red with shame and all your sobbing. You turn your face away into the table to stop looking at her, your disheveled hair pooling over you. “Fuck you! Go fuck yourself, I hate you!”
She sighs dramatically, tutting and patting your naked hip. “Ah-ah. Such vulgar language, that won’t do. Seems like someone isn’t fucked out enough.”
Panic sets in, your head flying up to glare at her through wide open glazed eyes. “No wait—”
“Don’t worry,” she croons sweetly, the dirtiest of smiles on her face. “I’m not so cruel that I’d ignore your poor, tired leg.”
You’re not dumb enough to be relieved by that, your eyes narrowing as you wait for her next move. “What the hell are you thinking— Ah!”
Your answer is quickly answered by her hands easily flipping you onto your back, hiking both your thighs up to wrap around her waist now. She sneers down at you, her tone deceptively sweet. “See, am I not the most considerate girlfriend ever? With the way you’ve been behaving, I should’ve had you kneeling on rice.”
You wince at the metal digging into you from this position, your wrists still bound behind your back. She chooses to ignore that, her hands sliding over the back of your thighs to the junction of your knees. “There, now you won’t need to tire your legs out. All that’s left for me to exhaust is your stupid, bratty mouth.”
Your prideful scoff doesn’t even get to leave your lips fully before your mouth rips open in a scream, her large fingers pushing down your thighs to your chest and her cock plunging into your tight walls.
“Just keep mouthing off,” she snorts, her tongue darting out to lick her upper lip before it twists into a crooked smirk. “See where that gets you.”
Your attempts are hopeless, tears streaming down your face in waves and either seeping into your hair or forming tiny puddles on the creaking table. You didn’t want to enjoy this so much, you really didn’t — but oh fuck would you be a lying bitch if you said you didn’t miss this.
You can’t even remember what you got mad at her for in the first place, your mind solely focused on the flared tip repeatedly striking your cervix and the unbearably hot woman between your legs.
Your ankles dangle uselessly above your head, and you don’t feel the way your tongue lolls out as you pant breathlessly until you choke on your own drool, causing a pathetic fit of coughing and sniffling.
Her condescending smile doesn’t help the situation; you were making such a fool of yourself you could die from the humiliation. You were just glad she was fucking blind, because god knows what face you were making right now.
“Give me one,” she suddenly demands, matter-of-factly, and you huff at the audacity. Did she think she could just command an orgasm?
Well apparently, she could. She gives you no time to laugh at her order, bucking her hips up and slamming into your G-spot so perfectly you gush out all over the toy with a flustered yelp, some of your slick landing on her lower belly.
Her eyes blow wide open almost as much as yours, her smile growing too, “Oooh, big gush. That’s a good girl.”
Your right eye twitches at the praise, but they both roll back when she resumes her slow rocking against your still twitching cunt.
Hoarse cries leave your quivering mouth when she begins picking up the pace, your legs weakly kicking in her grasp to no avail. “T-Toph, ‘s too much—”
“You’ll keep giving me more.” Her voice’s so firm it cuts through your haze, your features twisting into a puzzled frown. She exhales deeply and you hate the way the sight makes you throb, her bangs damp with sweat and looming over her milky eyes, the rest of her dark hair pooling over her thick shoulders and buff arms, the very ones that were folding you into a mating press.
You croak in pained pleasure at a particularly harsh thrust, one that has your toes curling and your vision blurring. “Toph— I’m—”
She tongues the inside of her cheek in focus, beads of sweat rolling off her neck, “I’ll stop when you say sorry.”
“Wh— .. What!?” You stammer, but your words are once again cut short, this time with a smack to one of your lifted thighs. Her grin’s a twisted thing, her words just as taunting. “What? You sass me all week, and you expect me to let you go with one spank and an orgasm? That’s a dishonor to the mighty Beifong name.”
When more jumbled up, babbled sobs spill from your lips, she cocks an eyebrow, laughing heartily like she wasn’t wrecking your insides. “Aww, what’s with the crying? Weren’t you all smug and cocky a little while ago? Called me a bitch, if I recall correctly? Told me to go fuck myself, too.” She looks up at the ceiling, smiling fondly like she was remembering her favourite memories. “Such good times. Hey, why don’t you say all that to me again? Go on, baby.”
Her gaze is back on you and it’s so sweet you’d think it loving. The only warning you get is the sly squint of her eyes, and the next thing you know, you’re screaming at the top of your lungs and thrashing wildly, her fingers coming down to circle and flick your puffy clit.
“To— Oh! Toph!!” It doesn’t help that your frenzied writhing only pushed your hips up against hers, her cock splitting you further. It was all so overwhelming — her ruthless thrusts striking your spongy spot over and over again, her thumb pressing down on your clit so meanly — you felt your head spin, another orgasm threatening to spill while you were still trying to ride out your previous one.
You’re so far gone when you cum, all mushy and tingly and numb, you could only tell you came by the filthy smirk on her face. “Look at you, all fucked out and stupid.” Her voice is the only thing that registers in your brain, your bleary eyes fluttering shut. A string of needy whimpers and soft cries is pulled out of you when she begins rutting up again. “Toph— please, please—”
“Ohh, begging. That’s a good start.” She muses, quite happy with herself as you try to force your eyes open, the feel of your own slick dripping down your folds to the mattress so vivid, all your senses heightened from the exhaustion. Toph hums impatiently, giving your thigh a warning slap. “You were saying?”
It’s all so unbearable your words keep getting swallowed up by incoming sobs, your entire body trembling under her, “I— please, I can’t. It’s so much.”
She leans down, her lips hovering over yours, close enough for her to feel your shaky breathing against hers, and for you to feel her warm whisper against yours. “Then apologize. Drop your pride, and apologize like the sorry slut that you are.”
Her smile’s gone, her tone more serious.
You swallow thickly, more tears pricking at your eyes from both shame and reluctant arousal. “I’m.. uhm.”
Her glare doesn’t soften, but her hips slowly lift up, the warning clear, and your eyes fly open in panic. “N—No wait! I’m.. I’m sorry.”
“Good,” she gives your swollen clit an approving tap to feel your full-body shudder, but she doesn’t rip her sightless eyes off your face. “Sorry for what?”
You sniffle, heat creeping up your cheeks. “.. For giving you a hard time.”
“No. For being a little bitch. Try again.”
The mind-numbing bliss made this feel more like a fever dream than actual reality, so you helplessly let the words stumble out of your lips. “I’m.. sorry for being a bitch.”
That earns you a small smile from her, and she flicks her fingers, finally freeing your hands from the metal binds. You let out a sigh of relief, bringing your cramping hands to your face, watching your numb digits curl so weakly.
Her hand pries them off your field of view though, back to looming over you, her body heavy against yours. She steals a brief kiss from your dry lips, stroking your thigh up and down. “And say you’re my stupid whore.”
“I’m your— huh, what?!” You blink incredulously, wiping at your teary eyes.
“Okay fine, just say you’re my dumb slut then.”
You stare at her, dumbfounded. “T-That’s the same thing! What are you even—”
She cuts you off, “Round three?”
“I’m your dumb slut.” You quickly sputter out, not giving yourself a chance to even listen to yourself. This whole ordeal made you consider knocking your head hard against a headboard to get amnesia and hopefully never remember this embarrassment again.
On the other hand, your girlfriend’s more than satisfied, smiling with all her teeth as she pinches your cheek and coos at you. “That’s right. My dumb slut. All mine.”
You sigh, the adrenaline wearing off, letting your muscles fully go limp from the force of your two orgasms. Toph pulls out, but before tossing the strap away, she urges you to sit up, which you painfully do.
“Closer,” her hand cradles the back of your head, and you’re confused as she tugs you closer to her. “Why? Closer where— Mmph!”
You’re muffled by her stuffing your mouth with the freshly used toy, that still dripped with your own wetness. You look up at her, baffled, and of course, her gaze’s as heated as it is happy.
She only gives your throat two lazy pumps, before tearing your head off her to hook her finger under your chin and lift your face up. “Just wanted to tell you I know how to keep your mouth busy enough not to sass me next time, so. Just something to keep in mind.”
With the dirtiest snicker, she points down at your soaked cunt then back to your mouth. “It’ll be the same drill. Just different holes.”
“Toph!!”
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* i once tried to slip out of this small hole in the wall of our uni cafeteria because a friend dared me to and i got stuck in it and so many friends had to gather from both sides of the wall to pull and push me and my pants started coming down so i just dropped and fell into this spiky bush and i became known as “stuck in a hole” girl for most of my 2nd year
*dinner after the war*
sokka: the food is too cute, i cant eat it
mai:
ty lee:
aang:
suki:
zuko: youre cute, but id still eat y-
katara: ONE DINNER
toph: *sighs* here we go again
katara: ONE NORMAL DINNER IS ALL I ASK
warnings: 18+ nsfw, g!p kuvira, dictator!kuvira, very meandom!kuvira, researcher!reader, heavy power play, manipulation, degradation, spanking, blowjob, humiliation, orgasm denial, improper use of metalbending.
author’s note: i’m sorry
wc: 3.2k
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“you wouldn’t dare betray me, right?” kuvira asks a few minutes after she came into your shared room, as she metalbends the top of her uniform off, her back facing you. you’d been waiting for her in bed, leaning against the headboard and immersed in your book, when the question catches you off guard.
you quickly shut it, sitting up straighter when a brief panic seizes your heart at the low, assured tone of her voice. “n—no!” you clear your throat when the denial comes out all squeaky, “i mean.. of course not. you know i’d never betray you, kuvira.”
“is that so?” your girlfriend muses as she sifts through the closet, her buff arms flexing in the white tank top she was left in. “you completely, unconditionally support my plan to take over the earth kingdom? you don’t happen to have any objections, do you? some of my soldiers seem to be.. having mixed opinions as of late, you see. something about my plan being an unreasonable, ruthless dictatorship.”
your brows furrow in confusion, dread pooling in your gut while you watch her ditch her uniform’s pants for sweats. you shake your head adamantly, “no— i have no doubts. i fully support you in your rule, kuvira.”
“i would hope so.” she finally glances your way, and your heart flips at her small amused smile. she slowly walks over to you, her steps heavy while her finger swirls into taking off her metal wrist cuffs, “after all, you’re my obedient girlfriend. my most devout follower. you pledged your complete loyalty to me, didn’t you?”
she didn’t look mad, but you didn’t like where this conversation was going. if anything, her calm demeanor scared you more than when she barged in angry and exhausted; it felt like she was trying to pull something out of you, and you genuinely didn’t know what.
she cocks a demanding eyebrow at your long pause, and you realize you left her without an answer. you jolt up and nod (hard), stammering nervously, “yes, yes— of course. i’ll always be by your side, kuvira. you know that.”
she gives you a non-committal hum, then sits on the bed next to you to stare deep into your eyes, and your cheeks flush at the proximity.
her hands reach out to hold one of yours but you can’t help your slight flinch — random affection wasn’t a common occurrence with her.
she stares at you quietly, and it’s so intense it takes all your willpower not to break eye contact.
her eyes don’t leave yours for minutes, completely unblinking.
“so,” she finally speaks up, and you can feel how badly your hand trembles in her grasp. “you really have nothing to say about my plans? maybe, i don’t know, a little complaint? there has to be something. i am taking the entire kingdom by force, after all. surely, a sweet, kind girl like you must have a certain.. stance about my behavior.”
her widening smile isn’t good news; this was a trick question.
you take a deep breath and shake your head, “.. no, i do not. it is not my place to question you, great uniter. whatever you see fit must be for a good cause, so i believe in you.”
“good, i’m glad we got that straightened out.” she gives your hand a condescending pat before letting go of you, getting off the bed once again.
you let out a deep sigh of relief when she walks away from you, heading out towards the door, but her next words feel like an ice bucket poured over your head. “i simply asked because a little birdie happened to tell me you were seen around said soldiers and conversing with them about my “questionable” decisions.” she unhooks her belt from its hanging spot behind the door, casting you a cold stare over her shoulder, “and the birdie told me you didn’t look like you were disagreeing.”
at first, her words don’t even make sense to you. what the hell was she talking about? you never talked with— oh.
“oh no no no,” you quickly wave her off, breaking into a cold sweat when she approaches you again. you let out a nervous sorry excuse of a laugh, your hands lifted in shaky surrender, “oh god— haha, this is actually so silly. that was a total misunderstanding. i-i wasn’t cooperating with them at all, i swear kuvira! the truth is—”
“save it.” she snaps, her amusement gone and replaced with a stern glare that shuts you right up. “i’m already irritated, so think carefully. are you sure you want to lie to me?”
“.. p-please,” you plead anxiously, scooting over to the edge of the bed, looking up at her when she stops in front of you. “please hear me out. i promise it’s not what it looks like. i swear i wasn’t planning anything against— agh!”
you don’t see her hand move until you feel the harsh sting of the belt against your bare thigh, earning a pained yelp from you.
“i’m not interested in your excuses.” she states matter-of-factly, letting the leather softly caress the sore spot, the threat obvious from her level tone, “i’ll ask you questions, and you’ll reply with either a yes or a no. am i clear?”
you chew on your bottom lip to keep from crying already, her authority so suffocating. you nod slowly, “.. yes, kuvira.”
she silently stares down at you, hands still behind her back in her usual military stance. then, after what felt like an eternity, she sits back down next to you on the edge of the bed, her legs lazily spread. she pats her thigh, “you know the drill. over my lap.”
that sends an unpleasant shiver down your spine. you wished you didn’t know the drill.
you’re not left much choice though, her fingers curling up and you’re already shifting into position through no will of your own. she always had you wear silver jewelry, and while she disguised it as a sweet thoughtful gift (a lie you were gullible enough to believe), all she ever used it for was to easily manhandle you in whichever way she desired with her bending.
you let out a shaky exhale, your tummy pressed against her strong thighs, staring helplessly at the stupid flower motif of your sheets.
“so.” her crisp voice cuts through the air like a knife, immediately forcing you into intense focus. “first of all, are you aware that betrayal is the worst thing i ever expect from my troops?”
this was ridiculous. of course you knew that— you were her girlfriend! but arguing would not help your cause, so you simply swallow down your protests, “.. yes.”
“second question.” you shudder when you feel the belt flipped, the studded part softly rubbing against your ass. “you do know how i deal with traitors, don’t you? it’s not pretty.”
you want to cry. this was so unfair. you weren’t even a traitor, and you were given no chance to defend yourself. once more, you gulp thickly, “.. yes, i know.”
“good.” her other hand comes to ruffle your hair patronizingly, “we’ve established the basics. now, tell me, were you or were you not with those soldiers?”
you so desperately wanted to get up and look her in the face to explain it all; her questions were cornering you so unjustly, and she must know that. so why was she being so cruel?
you don’t feel the tears well up in your eyes until your answer comes out all sniffly, “y-yes, i was. but please, i literally—”
smack!
you cry out, eyes blowing wide open when the spikes meet soft flesh, clutching the sheets as a wail rips through your throat.
she merely clicks her tongue, unbothered. “don’t cry now, this is your fault. i said i wanted yes or no answers only. just obey and you won’t get hurt.” her hand pats the reddening spot, and she picks up where she left off like you weren’t a bawling mess. “now, you do admit you were with said soldiers. in their conversation, were they or were they not conspiring against me?”
at this point, accepting your fate was easier. these questions were unfairly framing you and there was nothing you could do about it.
you nod through tears, your whole body trembling with your sobs, “.. yes, they were.”
she hums, “and you agreed.”
“please,” you throw caution to the wind, unable to keep answering questions that were leading you straight to your execution. you tightly latch onto her legs, desperately crying and apologizing to hopefully stall her for a minute, “p—please, i know what it looks like, but i swear, i swear i would never betray you, great uniter! y—yes, i was with them, and i did hear them out, b-but that’s only because they stopped me and asked me to join their cause. i swear i said no, i swear, kuvira.”
your words came out all high-pitched and jumbled up, but you were just grateful and surprised no strike landed on you during your incoherent rambling. you couldn’t see her face like this, but maybe this was making her think. yes, maybe this could work.
you cling tighter to her thighs, head lowered further in submission, “i-i understand why you would be angry with me, i really do. but i swear to you, i was just going along with it to try and talk some sense into them. p-please, you have to believe me. please don’t kill me, kuvira. y-you know i would never betray you.”
you really, really wished you could see her face to at least gauge her reaction. while her silence was definitely better news than her beating, you still felt terribly uneasy.
“kill you?” she finally speaks up and your limbs abruptly tense up. you’re confused when her hand finds your head to gently pat it, “of course i’d never kill you, sweetheart. you’re my girlfriend, aren’t you? i’m not that heartless.”
you blink, puzzled. did the fear make you pass out and send you to an alternate universe?
“i suppose i believe you,” kuvira adds, and as lost as you were, relief floods your heart. see, she just needed to hear you out!
you wipe your tears, a small smile on your face as you start lifting yourself up from her lap, “thank you so much. i’m so glad you heard me ou— ouch!”
you gasp when she harshly grabs your hair, halting your movements, and she tilts her head down to stare at you with an amused, quizzical look. “someone’s certainly confident. who said i was done with you?”
you blink at her, speechless. “huh? didn’t you just—”
she cuts you off, “head down.”
you plop back down in defeat with a soft whimper, her hand roaming over your lower back. “i said i could believe you,” she gives your waist a mean pinch to hear you squeal. “i didn’t say anything about forgiving you yet.”
forgive you? for what???
you glance up at her needily over your shoulder, “b-but why?! i already told you i didn’t take part in any of that!”
she only raises her eyebrow, “are you yelling at me?”
“n-no,” you quickly backtrack, lowering your voice. “no, i’m sorry. i just don’t understand what i’m being punished for, please.”
she doesn’t even bother hiding her smug smirk, toying with a strand of your hair. “oh i’ll tell you why. remind me, what’s your job here?”
“i’m.. your main researcher.” you answer hesitantly, confused about how it mattered right now.
“exactly.” a sudden smack lands on the back of your thighs, making you jolt up and yelp in surprise, “you only belong in the laboratory and the bedroom. what business did you have outside with the other soldiers, hm?”
you frown, “.. huh? i was just walking around the— oww!!”
her strikes are slow and controlled, but the impact has tears filling the rim of your eyes again. “and did you ask for my permission to do that?”
what?! your mouth opened to ask when that rule was ever instated, but your lips are smacked shut when she picks up the belt again, giving it a whip against her palm.
if kuvira suddenly decided it was a rule, then so it was.
defeated once more, you mumble between sniffles, “.. no, i didn’t. i’m sorry.”
“good girl,” she gives a pleased pat to your backside, urging you off with a bounce of her leg. “get on your knees.”
you do just that, scrambling off her lap to kneel between her legs. you slowly look up at her and bite back a moan. her manspreading made the bulge evident, thick and outlined against the side of her thigh, your gaze trailed up over where her tank had slightly ridden up for a glimpse of her abs, to its tight straps on her buff shoulders, watching her lean back on her flexed arms. finally, you meet her eyes and you feel your pussy throb at the sight, her gaze arrogant and somewhat demeaning.
she smirks at the hitch of your breath, tilting her head, “enjoying yourself? strip.”
you blush and do so; you only had a shirt on anyway, so you were just left in your underwear in front of her.
“what are you waiting for?” she gives her erection a few shameless rubs through the fabric, “it’s not gonna take care of itself. get to work, slut.”
“y—yes mommy,” the title naturally slips out of your lips, to which she hums appreciatively. you shakily tug down her waistband, freeing her hard cock enough for it to slap! back against her abdomen, the view making your soaked cunt clench around nothing.
you reach out for the pillow next to her that you usually put under your knees (because a blow job with kuvira never ended early; you learnt that the hard way in your very first days), but she smacks your hand off it, and you retreat it with a pained whimper.
you look up at her, visibly upset and startled as you rub your poor hand.
she only scoffs, her glare so intimidating it made your knees wobble, “what? you think you deserve comfort with how you behaved today?” she fists herself, bringing her flushed tip to your parted lips. “you’re funny. now shut up and suck me off.”
when you take more than a second to comply, she huffs and slaps the fat tip against your cheek, smearing pre-cum over your face, then forces herself in the second you open your mouth to gasp.
you’re left no time to process it, grabbing her thighs as you choke on her cock, her large hand finding the back of your head and pushing you further in with no prior warning.
“fuck,” she grunts at the tight squeeze of your throat around her, while you claw at her legs for mercy. “you sound much better like this. choking on my dick, like you should always be.”
tears stream down your face, pitifully looking up at her, but the shared eye contact only makes her twitch in your mouth, her pace growing more feral, “take it, you beautiful whore.” she breathes out a moan at how wrecked you looked, only a few minutes in, “you can take it.”
the throat-fucking renders you completely numb, your knees marred and bruised from the direct, prolonged friction against the hard floor. you weren’t even doing anything anymore, she was the one bobbing your limp head up and down her cock, your tongue uselessly licking up the ridges, her grip so tight on your hair but the sting of your scalp paled in comparison to the abuse of your throat.
it didn’t help that your pussy ached for touch, folds puffy and swollen, your slick uselessly dripping down your thighs and onto the ground. but when you tried to reach for your needy clit, her free hand striked your stained cheek so hard you choked harder on her cock.
“stupid slut,” she hissed, a cry ripping through your stuffed throat at her tightened grip on your hair. “you’ve gotten too brave. remember your fucking place.”
with a flick of her wrist, she bends your silver bracelets into snug handcuffs, swiftly locking your hands behind your back.
you thrash uselessly against them, your knees as heavy as lead, her rhythm growing sloppier as she tips her head back, “fuck, s-so good.. i’m gonna come.”
the unmistakable throb inside your mouth confirms her words, and soon after, thick spurts of cum paint your warm throat white.
kuvira sighs, chest heaving, and pulls herself out, but not without a final slap against your tongue. “swallow.”
you try to swallow most of it, the texture wet and sticky against your sensitive throat, your eyes glazed and half-lidded, barely able to hold yourself up without collapsing to the ground.
with your sore jaw hanging open, some of her cum dribbles out of your lips and she immediately gives your head a rough nudge, snapping you out of your haze.
you dazedly look up at her, and she points at the droplets that dripped down onto your chest or spasming thighs, irritated, “doesn’t look like swallowing to me.”
if you had any more tears left in you, you would have cried at the sheer humiliation, but she’d already finished up your stock and bullied your mouth shut into never denying her again, and so you gather up the few remains, shamefully bringing them to your swollen lips and licking them clean.
“good girl.” her hand finds your head again, and you flinch back like a dog at the motion, but she only gives you a gentle pat.
“can’t..” you whisper, your voice hoarse and cracked. “c-can’t move.”
your knees were locked in place from how long you were kept in such an uncomfortable position, your legs cramping so painfully you couldn’t budge a millimeter.
she takes a strand of your once pretty hair — now disheveled with some of it left in her hands from her rough pulling — and twirls it, “you do know why i had to punish you, right? i have no guarantee that you weren’t conspiring against me or planning to. and the evidence pointed towards it. you may be my girlfriend, but i’m the earth kingdom’s future ruler. i must deliver justice, don’t hold it against me.”
you rest your forehead against her knee, too tired and sulky to reply to her. she sighs at your silence, petting you like a puppy on the street, “i can’t afford to have traitors in my ranks, especially someone as important as you. you understand that, don’t you baby?”
if you weren’t scared of her, you would’ve scoffed at that. of course, always the roughest punishment and the same flimsy excuse of “having to do it” afterwards to butter you up.
kuvira lifts you up onto the bed, laying you down, and a bemused smile tugs at her lips when her eyes drift down to your sopping wet cunt.
she leans down to kiss your cheek — the one that still burned with the mark of her handprint — cupping your pussy tauntingly, forcing a needy whimper out of your lips.
“maybe next time.” she pats it before leaving you with a peck on the forehead, your hands still cuffed. she tuts at your whiny begging, “nope. no can do. bad girls don’t get orgasms, go to sleep.”
and with that, she rolls over to her side of the bed, your crying lulling her to sleep as you’re left tied and pent up.
you’re never leaving that lab again.
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* ugh kuvira breed meeeuhhhh.. again too lazy to proofread
the only reason we have so many ppl saying “there’s no fem4fem couples in mainstream media” is because you bitches think character with dark hair and pants = butch
