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21 • they/he • your local gender numb lesbian

[hvaverse]

welcome to orbit ~ 🪐

who are you? mars. they/he enby lesbian. 21.

what do you do? on here? write mostly, all sorts of stuff. though in my spare time I occasionally dance, edit and game.

interests? mdzs. zzz. hsr. overwatch. rivals. sims. kpop. michael jackson. genshin. vtubers. life is strange. atla. minecraft. probably more just ask…

more info under the cut!

A B O U T

In case you’re curious, hi! My name is Mars! I’ve been on tumblr for a while technically but I used to mainly use it for scrolling so this is me officially posting which is wild bUT yes :) I can be a bit shy as far as like interacting but this is pretty much just a pile of things. Some of said things may be a bit mature which will be tagged but yeah!

As far as my writing is concerned it will be mostly from a sapphic pov. I don’t mind writing about male characters/individuals however I have to be really attached to said figure and it will like exclusively be platonic or really fluffy but yeah! That’s all I can really think of I’m if you have any questions for me let me know otherwise, it’s nice to meet you all!

[mikaelvr]

remember your place — kuvira x f!reader

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

@bae-fong i’ll be expecting you baby

[hvaverse]

the urge to write fanfic of my ocs because I'm not an artist and all I have is my silly words is strong, if there's an influx of oc wips... let me have this man

[cupidslyrics]

someone tell me the science behind hating your own fics and writing. lowkey wanna delete them

[hvaverse]

I need someone to let me cuddle with them for a while. It doesn’t have to go anywhere if we don’t want it to but I just desperately want to feel someone’s arms around me and/or hold someone in my arms while stupid fucking love songs play in the back in a very wlw fashion

I’ve been yearning hardcore and it’s a problem

[ubekeyk]

Trying to focus more on lineart, colored some juniper sketches! yippie

[seraphicghost]

grief is weird

[rilkeanheartfemme]

bossy femme x yes ma'am butch

[mikaelvr]

play with fire — adult toph x f!reader x azula

content: 18+ nsfw, smut, threesome, mean dom!toph & azula, sub!reader, fingering, cunnilingus, strap usage, degradation, edging, rough hair pulling, gagging, nipple play, improper use of fire bending.

summary: toph goes to pay the fire palace her yearly visit, but this time with you - her lovely girlfriend - looped around her arm. when she goes to greet fire lord azula, the latter’s interest is piqued by the pretty thing toph brought. after all, who comes visit the fire lord without a gift?

a/n: and finally, here’s the very requested pride special !! enjoy going through hell :D // masterlist // wc: 4.8k

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“i’m not so sure about this, tophie..” you cling tighter to your girlfriend’s arm, both of you walking towards the fire palace’s gates. “isn’t fire lord azula.. y’know.. a little crazy?” you whisper the last bit to avoid a public execution in case anyone overheard you.

toph only laughs, hands in her pockets as she keeps walking, “don’t worry, sweetness. she is insane, but she’s still my friend. so you’ll be fine. come on, i visit her every year, what’s the big deal?”

you sigh, still concerned but you know your protests will fall on deaf ears. “i really, really don’t get how you’re friends with her. but i mean, won’t she mind my presence? she doesn’t know me.”

“mind your presence?” a smirk tugs at her lips, which makes you cock an eyebrow. you don’t know what thought just crossed her head, but she shakes it off with a chuckle. “oh trust me, she won’t mind at all. zula loves pretty things.”

you huff, lightly elbowing her. “i’m not a thing.”

she smiles at that, not bothering to answer you as you close in on the guards. toph pulls out her badge and they stand aside, bowing to you two as you go in.

toph’s a familiar face, but you aren’t. so all sorts of stares are being casted your way the further you walk in, and you can only hold on to your girlfriend tighter to calm your nerves.

toph, though, seems completely unbothered by your growing discomfort. if anything, she seems to relish it. “you trying to tear my arm off, baby?”

you swallow, marching through the hallways to the throne room. “i don’t have a good feeling about this..”

“now you’re just being annoying.” she sighs, metalbending the huge royal doors open with a swipe of her hand, without even a single knock, and you want to scream at the insolence.

she drags you with her, barging in like the fire lord herself wasn’t in that very room. “just relax. zula loves me.”

“do i?” the low voice cuts through the vast room, firm and crisp.

your gaze slowly travels up the high stairs to her huge throne, and your breath slightly hitches, making you squeeze toph’s arm even tighter in fear.

this was the first time you ever saw fire lord azula in person.

the portraits didn’t do her justice — even with how threatening she requested them to be, conveying the raw terror she enjoyed inspiring in people, they paled in comparison to the glare drilling holes into you right now.

her legs were crossed, elbows on the armrests as her head rested on her palm in a show of boredom, the upper half of her dark hair brushed back into the royal golden headpiece while the rest cascaded down her shoulders..

as beautiful as you’d admit she was, she looked anything but pleased.

see, you knew this was a bad idea. maybe you should leave now.

but instead, toph’s loud cackling fills the room and your head whips up to her in bewilderment. she walks even closer, ignoring your feeble attempts at holding her back, “you know you love me, zula.”

in only this past minute, you could count over six fire nation laws that toph just broke, and you didn’t know which one would send you to an early boiling death any second now.

two guards by her side lift their weapons, and azula doesn’t rip her stare off you as you’re forcefully pulled closer by toph to stand in front of the first steps, and you try not to squirm under her sheer intensity.

she doesn’t even blink, assessing you with her gaze alone. you feel heat creeping up your cheeks at the prolonged silence and you finally break eye contact, lowering your head in respect.

“that’s what i thought.” she lifts her hand up to her guards, “leave us.”

“yes, your majesty.”

and with that, their steady footsteps find their way outside, and you’re left in a suffocating silence, too scared to look up.

then you hear her scoff, entwining her fingers. “only you would make such a disrespectful entrance, beifong.”

toph croons, “you know me so well, zula.”

“maybe one day i should serve you as meat stew to my army,” she muses, and you can hear the grin in her voice. “you and the cute pup you brought with you today.”

at that, you finally look up, puzzled. azula’s eyes are still on you, her smirk plainly taunting, and when toph looks down at you, the uncanny resemblance in their smug grins sends a shiver up your spine.

toph chuckles, ruffling your hair. “aw, hear that? seems like you’re my pup now.”

you don’t know whether to stare at her in annoyance or pure shock.

was this seriously happening right now?

in the fire lord’s throne room?

maybe this was just a dream.

yup, must be an afternoon nap.

azula finally — after what seemed like an eternity — looks away from you to stare at toph instead, swapping her crossed legs to rest her right one on top of her left now. “where’s my gift, beifong?”

toph snorts, raising an eyebrow, “a gift? since when do you hold me to your laws, zula?”

“just because you’re not foe,” she gives her long nails a check, curling her fingers over her sleeve. “doesn’t mean you can simply show up empty-handed in front of your fire lord.”

“mhm.. well, that’s too bad.” toph holds out her hands and sighs dramatically. “i’ve brought nothing with me, your majesty.”

“but you have, beifong.” azula looks up from her hand, her gaze back on you this time. her forming smile makes you freeze into place, “a rather pretty gift, at that. and you know i don’t give empty praise.”

toph doesn’t need to see to feel the growing tension or know what she’s talking about, and at first she frowns, but then she hums.

“toph,” you hiss quietly, clinging to her arm tighter without breaking eye contact with azula. “what the hell?”

toph pulls her arm out of your grasp to wrap it around your shoulders and hold you tight against her side. “you want my girlfriend? that’s a bold request, even for you.”

azula sneers, looking down at you with a mockingly fond stare. “i won’t take her from you. well, not that i couldn’t, but i’m feeling merciful tonight. i just want to borrow her for a night. you can join, too. just like old times.”

borrow you? old times? what the fuck was going on?

you look up at your girlfriend, and the last thing you expected to see was a flustered blush tinting her cheeks.

“toph??” you’re torn between confusion and anger. “what the hell is this about? what old times?”

“oh please.” azula rolls her eyes, “beifong never told you we used to be an item? you think she visited me yearly for some cookies and tea?”

toph glares at her, “azula.”

woah, woah, woah.

you glare up at toph now, “what the fuck? you dated the fire lord??”

“no i didn’t.” she snaps, her face increasing in redness.

“yeah she didn’t,” azula smiles sweetly. “we just fucked. you know, as good friends. so don’t worry.”

as mad as you were, you couldn’t help where your mind wanderered, filthy images of them naked plaguing your imagination. who even topped? you could see them both do so interchangeably, and the thought only makes you flush almost as beet red as toph.

you forget how perceptive your blind girlfriend is, and you remember it when she abruptly looks down at you, having picked up on the hitch of your breath and the growing warmth of your body.

she tilts her head, puzzled and almost disgusted. “seriously? you’re horny?”

“what— no!” you quickly stammer, your voice unusually squeaky, and you watch her gaze darken in real time.

azula, on the other hand, is more than amused. she gets up, the clicking of her heels resounding through the room as she descends the stairs, arms behind her back, and you can do nothing but look at her, mouth agape.

the closer she got, the prettier she seemed to get.

sharp eyes, smooth dark hair similar to your girlfriend’s, subtle smirk, confident gait — everything about her screamed royalty, and your knees fought not to sink to the floor in submission already.

no wonder she ruled so well.

you gasp when she stops in front of you, reaching for your chin to swipe her thumb across your bottom lip. “i’ll be in my chambers tonight. upper floor, second door to your right. i’ll wait for your answer. well, you’d be pretty dumb to turn down a direct offer from the fire lord, pup.”

she doesn’t even wait for your reply nor does she seem interested in it, letting go of you and walking out of the throne room.

you blink incredulously as you watch her retreating figure, and when she’s out of sight, you let out a huge exhale you didn’t know you were holding.

but then you’re quickly yelping again when toph’s firm hand finds your hair, roughly pulling your head up to look at her.

“whore.” she spits, sightless eyes glaring daggers into you, “you’re actually considering it.”

you wince, whimpering and clutching your scalp. “n-no, i’m not! let go of me!”

she pulls harder, “you’re already a whore in my eyes, you’re gonna add liar to the list?”

“y—you can’t be calling me a whore. you literally slept with her.”

“and?” she asks, like you’d just stated the weather.

you huff defensively, trying to push her hand off you, “so you can’t be mad at me for thinking it.”

“mad?” she furrows her eyebrows before laughing loudly. “ohh. no no, you’re misunderstanding this, baby. i’m not mad at all. i’m quite happy, in fact.”

you frown, confused. “but you just— owww!!”

“sooo happy,” she drags you by the hair, ignoring your pained yelps as she leaves for azula’s chambers, a delighted smile on her lips. “you have no idea how happy i am.”

“t—toph, it hurts!” tears prick at your eyes, your scalp on fire.

“if you think this hurts,” she feels up the walls with her free hand while she walks, “you don’t know what sleeping with the fire lord is like.”

… what the hell did you just get yourself into?

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toph barges into the chambers, dropping you right in front of where the fire lord was seated on the edge of the bed.

“beifong,” azula chuckles, looking down at your completely disheveled self on the floor, “i know you’re blind, but you’re ridiculously bad with gift packaging. what a mess.”

toph is already sliding her top off, grabbing azula by the collar of her fancy red robes, “ever the complainer.”

their lips smush together in a heated kiss, the wet pop!s of their entwined tongues reaching your ringing ears as you’re left a panting mess on the ground.

azula bites down on toph’s tongue, making the latter detach with a grunt. she kneads her breast in what would seem like an apologetic gesture, “get your girl up here, beifong.”

toph huffs out a small whimper, before reaching out to feel up the floor for you. you’re still massaging your poor scalp when toph finds your hair once again, pulling you up from it and you want to cry again already.

you finally get a good look at azula, her lipstick a little smudged from the earlier kiss, her headpiece ditched for thick black locks of hair to come undone and frame her face and slender neck, the robes half opened from toph’s aggression, one of her shoulders exposed.

you turn your head and your girlfriend’s already shirtless, but before you get to admire her properly, she grabs you and adjusts you into azula’s grip, your back against the fire lord’s chest, while she crawls over you to slot herself between your legs.

you blush at toph’s gaze on you, and azula snaps you out of your haze by tugging at your clothes. the message is clear and you obediently lift your arms, letting her undress you effortlessly.

“cute,” she nips at your ear, her hands travelling up your waist to your now bared tits, giving your nipples a mean pinch.

you squeal, squirming in her hold, but you’re quickly shut up by toph suddenly shoving two of her fingers in your mouth.

she presses down on your tongue, leaning closer until her face occupies your entire field of vision, “suck.”

her voice brooks no argument, and so you weakly coat her digits, moaning and gagging on them as azula presses wet, boiling hot kisses to your nape.

you feel her grin against your neck, and before you can process anything, your half-lidded eyes blow wide open in surprise, your screaming muffled by toph’s fingers when azula’s hands on your chest grow searingly hot.

the unbearable heat against your sensitive nipples has you thrashing wildly between both of them, and toph brings her free hand up to rest over one of azula’s. “won’t you burn her like this?”

“i’m not that evil.” she lies sweetly, pressing a mocking kiss to your sweaty temple and cooing when tears start streaming down your red face. “aw, too hot for you? stop gagging her, toph. i want to hear her scream.”

toph mulls it over, then agrees, but not before pushing deeper in one last time to drag a garbled choke out of your hoarse throat.

she grins, wiping the saliva off on your cheek, “well, aren’t you loud?”

with your frenzied writhing, you land an accidental kick to toph’s side, and that earns you a stinging smack to the thigh.

“stop moving, bitch.” she barks, face now twisted in anger, and lowers herself down to loop both her strong arms around your shaky thighs to hold you down.

“p—please— ah!” you cry out, arching up in pain when azula’s burning hands slowly slide off your chest and over your abdomen.

she chuckles against your ear, wisps of steam escaping her mouth, “so dramatic. the fire lord is giving you a personal sauna session, and you can’t even say thank you?”

angry red patches of skin fill the expanse of your tummy, and her fingers feel up the top of your panties, before the smell of smoke fills all your nostrils.

she was burning them off!

“a—azula! you’re gonna burn me!” you yell through tears, looking down at the fabric on fire in panic, but toph’s arms render any attempt at escaping useless. “s—stop it, please! this is crazy!”

at that, azula only sighs, bringing one hand up to cover your mouth. “unfortunately, you do sound better gagged. just shut up, i know what i’m doing. and who said you could call me by my first name? i should burn you, just for that.”

you can’t tear your eyes off the flames, sweat rolling off the sides of your head in waves, your entire body shaking with adrenaline under toph’s unrelenting grasp.

toph scrunches her nose, like you weren’t quite literally on fire, “reeks of burnt cotton.”

azula smiles, chin slotted against your shoulder to drink in the pure fear on your face. “so cute.”

she finally takes mercy, firebending the rest of the flames away with a swirl of her finger, your pussy exposed and glistening, and you’re just glad it’s somehow intact.

your head tips back against her shoulder, body going limp from the rollercoaster of emotions you just experienced, tears still streaming down your face.

“aww, stop it. you’re too adorable.” azula presses a condescending kiss to your cheek, tasting the saltiness of your tears. she smiles, “wow, you have such a pretty girlfriend, beifong. too bad you can’t see her.”

toph scoffs, “too bad you can’t have her.”

both their grips on you tighten.

you can barely manage to keep your eyes open, too out of it to do anything but pant erratically. you don’t know what’s going on, a long silence settling in, but you can only imagine them glaring at each other, the rising tension more than obvious.

azula takes her hand off your mouth to find your chest again, giving your right breast a sudden squeeze, a soft moan slipping out of your lips.

toph huffs, her nails digging into your thighs, and lowers herself down to press warm open-mouthed kisses to the irritated skin on your abdomen, licking them to soothe you further, coaxing a string of needy whimpers to leave your mouth.

you let your eyes flutter shut, basking in their delicious touch, the kneading of your tit and the hot kisses and nips littering your tummy making warmth bloom deep in your stomach.

“boring.” you hear azula whisper against your ear, but before it even registers in your brain, the hand she burnt your panties off with slides down over your folds, making you let out a startled yelp.

she grins, her breath warm against your neck as her fingers swipe over the dripping slick, smudging it across your aching pussy, “so wet already.”

with no prep or warning, she swiftly pushes two inside your drooling slit, and you arch off the bed with a loud squeal, flushing with embarrassment at how effortless that was.

she purrs, a sly smirk on her face. “so easy, too.”

you moan lewdly, her nimble fingers scissoring you open with filthy squelches.

toph scoffs, landing a harsh spank on the side of your thigh to jolt you back into attention. “you’re that easy for a stranger? aren’t you ashamed?”

you whimper, looking down at her through half-lidded eyes, “i—i’m sorry.”

“you’re not. but you will be.”

she pushes your thighs further apart, and you’re already mewling at the sight of her strong hands flexing around your inner thighs, her expression feral as damp strands of hair fall over her eyes.

she spits on your stuffed cunt, earning an annoyed tsk from azula, and before you even start squirming in anticipation, she’s already down on you, a scream ripping through your throat when her lips latch on your swollen clit.

“oh—oh my god!” you cry out, writhing against azula, who also picks up the pace of her finger-fucking to match toph’s aggressive slurping.

the sounds are so filthy it feels blasphemous to be doing this in the fire palace, but you can only moan and scream, drool dribbling down your lips from the feel of azula’s insanely precise fingers against your g-spot and toph’s punishing mouth on your clit.

your eyes roll to the back of your head when toph’s hands slide under your thighs, finding the fat of your ass to lift your hips up even higher — and the new angle has stars exploding behind your eyelids.

“gonna cum?” azula taunts sweetly, twisting your nipple.

you nod, unable to speak through sobs. her fingers curl up against your spongy spot while toph’s tongue swirls around your puffy bud, her saliva dripping down to azula’s knuckles, who decides to fuck it inside you too.

the thread in your lower stomach is about to snap, when toph suddenly lifts her head up and grabs azula’s wrist, quickly pulling her fingers out.

you cry out, uselessly bucking up into her mouth but her arms loop back around your legs to firmly hold you down.

“aw, that’s cruel.” azula coos, bringing her wet fingers to toph’s slick-sheen lips.

your girlfriend wastes no time in sucking on them greedily, making you watch her through tears, all while azula’s free hand offers your chest comforting rubs and squeezes in mock sympathy. “you poor thing.”

you hiccup a sob, “why? p—please. i’m so close—”

“i know,” toph tilts azula’s hand, licking on her wrist. “i don’t care.”

you watch her helplessly as she kisses and licks her way up azula’s arm to her shoulder. she pushes your face slightly away so her lips can find azula’s, and your clit uselessly throbs at the unfairly attractive sight.

“mhm,” azula hums, tasting you on toph’s mouth. “not bad.”

toph swallows her words in a deeper kiss, their hands tangling in each other’s sweat-damp hair, though azula somehow has the decency to leave one on your poor boob.

this was so unfair.

you were on the brink of an earth-shattering orgasm, and they just leave you pent-up to make out?

it didn’t help that their moans only made the knot in your abdomen painfully tighten.

toph finally pulls away, a string of saliva connecting their swollen lips, “where’s the strap, zula?”

azula steals another kiss. “where i always kept it.”

toph nods and gets off the bed.

right.

they used to fuck.

the reminder has your thighs squeezing together, heat creeping up your cheeks as your imagination goes wild again.

“somebody’s aroused,” azula muses into your ear, her hands finding the curve of your waist to adjust you back against her chest. “what’s running through your dirty little mind?”

your lips purse tightly, a sudden shyness taking over you.

she laughs, nipping at your neck, “dirty thoughts of me and toph, i bet.”

“mhh— i-i just…” you swallow, fidgeting. “i—i really wanted to cum.”

“oh don’t worry,” her palms grow warmer against your hips, and toph finally comes back to you, strap in hand. your eyes widen at the sheer size of it, your guts twisting with dread and reluctant excitement.

azula smiles, the bed dipping under toph’s weight, “you’re about to cum buckets.”

toph grins down at you, and it’s the last you will see of her face. she does a twirly motion with her fingers, and so azula turns you over, making you finally face her.

she chuckles, looking at your surprised expression. “hey there. missed me?”

toph’s hands hook under your hips, manhandling you into all fours, and you rest your palms over azula’s thighs for support. “what are you— ah..”

azula undoes the flimsy ribbon tying her robes, and the fabric gives way to her naked body, your gaze travelling down peaked breasts to her gorgeous cunt.

“my eyes are up here.” she pats your cheek mockingly, tutting at your stubborn staring. “pathetic.”

she spreads her legs wide enough, the stretch of her cunt an irresistible invitation.

her hand on your cheek slides up to your mussy hair, her grin still taunting. “take a deep breath, you’ll need it.”

with that, she pulls you down roughly, your face meeting the mattress with a startled gasp. she tugs on your hair, lifting you up to meet with her wet pussy in all its glory, and you swallow the lump in your throat.

she smiles down at you, her fingers brushing the hair off your nape to softly caress the damp skin.

“for your own sake, i better cum.” she swipes her index over the back of your neck, the motion gentle but the threat’s obvious. “after all, we wouldn’t want you to accidentally get shocked, right pup?”

your confusion is cleared when she generates just a bit of lightning at the tip of her finger, making your head jolt up with a pained yelp.

her smile widens, “so be good, yeah? you know i have a short temper.”

your bottom lip quivers under her gaze.

seriously, what were you thinking? sleeping with the fire lord?

you nod obediently, “yes your highness— augh!” you choke on your own words, feeling toph glide her tip over your soaked folds once before plunging into you so hard you hear your tailbone crack from your abrupt arch.

“t—toph!” you desperately scream, the girth stretching you out more than you could ever fathom.

you claw at azula’s thighs, crying again, and you hear toph curse behind you, her hands grabbing your ass cheeks to spread you wider. “shut her up, zula.”

“you don’t command me, beifong.” she snaps, but her grip finds your hair nonetheless, pushing your face into her warm slit.

you sob against her puffy lips, toph’s cock bullying its way inside your tight walls, but a swipe of azula’s fingers over your nape makes all the hairs there stand, the warning clear.

you sniffle, your tongue darting out to lick a big stripe up her folds to her clit, kissing and suckling it.

“finally,” toph groans when she finally bottoms out, readjusting her hands on your hips. “there we go.”

she doesn’t even give you a second to prepare for the ruthless pace she brutally fucks you with right off the bat, and you can only choke and sob, your sounds muffled as you’re fully smushed against azula’s pussy.

you wail, nails sinking into azula’s thighs, making her scoff. “what the fuck are you doing? let go of me, and eat me out properly.”

you feel electricity buzz beneath her fingertips and you immediately let go in fear, trying to put your mouth to better use than helplessly crying, but toph’s pounding — especially with whatever strap from hell this was — made this an almost impossible task.

the whole bed was creaking, the loud sounds of skin slapping filling the room as her hands tighten around your ass, appreciating its ripple against her hips at every thrust..

you couldn’t help but drool, your knees wobbly and position unsteady, but she didn’t need your legs for support.

her death grip on your hips was more than enough — you were basically useless; your only job was to lay there and take it.

well, not exactly.

azula reminds you of that by rubbing your neck in a deceptively gentle motion.

and that alone snaps you back to reality, lapping at her folds feverishly in whatever way you could.

small wonder that she was so good at fear-mongering.

“good girl,” she scratches your scalp, your head bobbing frenzily from the sheer force of toph ramming into you.

your eating was sloppy, you knew that, but you tried to make it up by giving extra attention to her sensitive clit, which happened to be the only thing that coaxed anything remotely akin to praise from her lips.

she was just like toph in that regard.

when a woman was this rude and mean with you, it always made the praise hit 100x harder.

fair trade, if you ask me.

“ugh, useless bitch.” azula roughly fists your hair, lifting your head up and locking you in place. you’re about to beg for forgiveness when she ruts up against you instead, deciding to take care of this herself.

you mewl and gasp at every roll of her hips, the lack of air making you even more light-headed, all the while toph’s tip deeply kisses your cervix.

incorrect choice of words — this was no “kiss”, she was destroying your womb from the inside.

you shiver at the feel of toph’s bare chest against your back, your face still stuffed full of azula’s cunt to properly see her.

toph lowers herself over you, her breath hot against your nape. “you’re close, aren’t you? gonna cum for me?”

you’d love to answer if you could, but you were too busy trying to get one puff of oxygen in your system before you completely shut off, though too scared to go against azula’s wishes.

death was a far more merciful consequence than her wrath.

toph somehow manages to pick up the pace even more, mumbling filth into your ear as her fingers slide down to your neglected clit, and you scream against azula.

the vibrations of your voice have her eyes rolling back; and it’s exactly what tips her over, having her gush all over your face.

she pulls your head up by your hair again and you suck in the sharpest inhale, desperate for air, and she just glares down at you, both of you panting, though in completely different rhythms.

“sloppy.” she grumbles, twisting your locks like you were some puppet. “could use some work.”

her words don’t even register into your addled brain because you’re the next to cum right after her; toph’s pounding, paired with her ever so phenomenal clit fiddling, sends you tumbling over the edge.

the now sopping wet toy produces even filthier sounds while she fucks you through your high, some of your slick dripping down from it down to either land on toph’s thighs or the sheets.

“perfect,” toph flips her thick hair back, satisfied with the outcome as she slowly pulls out of you. “could never get sick of fucking this sweet pussy.”

your body weakly squirms when she fingers some of your cum back into you, too exhausted to even protest anymore, falling totally limp against the mattress when they both finally let go of you.

“y’know, zula, i could get used to this gift thing.” toph smiles, sitting next to azula sweetly like she didn’t just fuck the living daylights out of you.

azula hums, “she’s really bad at multitasking, though. but since this is your first gift, i’ll let it slide this time.”

toph grabs her face, pulling her in for another hot kiss. she chuckles mockingly, “i’ll whip her into better shape for you next time, your highness.”

azula grins, returning the kiss. “you always know how to appease me, beifong. now, give me back my strap and roll over.”

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* i feel like i got sloppy after this long break idk.. anyway, art creds are neozumi on X (toph art) & aakiwa on tumblr (azula art)

not proofread i hope it’s not horrendous

[hvaverse]

a meeting of metamours

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reader x yae miko x ei ; wc: 1680 words ; semi proofread

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summary: you've been dating yae miko for a while now and you had always been aware a day would come when you and her other girlfriend, ei, would meet. well, today's the day, meeting the raiden shogun personally was never on your bucket list but let's see how this goes

content: fluff, polyamory, first meeting w/ ei, established relationship w/ yae miko

author's note: hihi!! I've considered writing poly fics for a hot minute now and decided we ball lmao. I MUST BE THE CHANGE I WANT IN THE WORLD or something like that. Now many of you may not recognize the term metamour in the title. metamours are people in a polyamorous relationship that are dating the same person but aren't dating each other however they are aware of each other. communication is key of course. anyways, I hope you enjoy and probably expect more poly fics in the future! >:)

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This felt like something very carefully teetering on the edge of life or death.

When you had first started dating Yae Miko you knew that it inevitably came with the tie to the Raiden Shogun. Who wasn't aware of how close the two women were? Not to mention she made it abundantly clear just how close they were, they too were dating. At first when she had told you that you thought she was shooting you down and as heartbroken as you would've been you were willing to accept the outcome. However, when she made a sly comment about always wanting a more accessible partner you had frozen in that moment.

From there everything felt like it moved at a million paces. Especially the day she asked you to be her partner officially.

"I discussed it with Ei and she said she was fine with the arrangment. Just that she would have to meet you eventually." As if that was all you needed to hear to get the clue. That morning became flooded with information as she explained she was polyamorous. You had always been under the impression that meant everyone would have to be involved with one another but when she told you that wasn't the case that led to even more information that your half awake brain was already struggling to process.

By the end of everything you'd come to understand two major things — you and the Raiden Shogun both dating Yae did not mean you had to date the Raiden Shogun and your life would not be at risk for also dating the Raiden Shogun's girlfriend. Yae found your anxiety surrounding that a bit too humorous for your liking but what should you have expected from the fox?

This was the first day you had heard the term metamour. Two people dating the same person but not involved with each other sexually or romantically, what you and Ei would be. You hadn't realized that was an option this whole time though maybe you should have imagined it at one point or another.

With everything laid out on the table in lengthy and teasing explanations you finally grew comfortable enough with the idea to follow through with it. After all, you did love Yae and if she was confident that Ei was okay with the idea then what did you have to lose? As a matter of fact you were the one that spent the most time with Yae. Not because Ei didn't want to but because well… she's the Raiden Shogun. It comes with its fair share of responsibilites, a lot of which require her utmost attention. There were days though that Yae decided to spend with Ei when she decided to let her puppet handle the deskwork for the day. She wanted to warm Ei up to the idea of meeting you officially which you respected and were honestly grateful for. You weren't sure how you would handle meeting the nation's leader on such a personal level, even if you knew you would have to eventually you never felt prepared.

Though with the day here you realized there was no right amount of preparation.

It had been a few months since you and Yae started dating and you were thankful that you took the leap to do so. Your relationship was fun, warm, its own fun dynamics that made it yours. Yae never spared a moment to tease you, especially when she noticed how flustered it always made you. She had grown accustomed to your need for physical touch when she was around: hugging, hand holding, leaning against her. Nothing was off limits, you just naturally searched for it and she grew to expect it. The nights spent together were better than you could've ever imagined. Some nights were simply spent holding each other and having soft conversations while others were spent with her worshipping you as if you were the very shrine she devoted herself to. You and Ei were equally aware of each other as Yae couldn't help but gush about one to the other in their own private moments. Today was the day you would finally meet though, not just a looming presence in the back of your minds.

You and Yae stood hand in hand as you climbed the stairs leading to Tenshukaku. She could feel your nerves in the way you practically clung to her arm and she couldn't hold in her chuckle, "Darling, relax. There's nothing for you to be worried about."

Her words probably should've soothed you, and they did to some degree, but the knowledge that your girlfriend's other girlfriend was the Raiden Shogun never failed to instill some level or anxiety in you. On the one hand she had the very powerful and infamous Raiden Shogun and then… there was you. A simple shop owner in Inazuma City that met her by sheer chance.

She always tried to tell you not to compare yourself to Ei all the time, that she loved both of you for your own reasons. It was hard to shut up that rather loud voice in your head though.

The guards stationed around the doors of the palace didn't ask questions when they saw the pink haired vixen beside you. They simply stepped to the side and allowed the two of you entry. The doors opened in a grand showcase that only made your stomach fall further towards your ass as the grand space greeted the both of you. Your grip on Yae's arm tightened slightly and she responded with a comforting hand on yours.

There was nothing to worry about, you were both on equal footing relationship wise. You were both involved with Yae, both metamours. Surely this wouldn't feel as threatening as you made it sound to yourself in your head. The sound of the large doors creaking shut behind you was enough to cause your heart to sink.

All you could see was the grand space before you, more empty than occupied yet grand in its own right. A large emblem emblazoned on the backmost wall with the symbol of Electro on a couple walls either side it. There was a small table set up for a desk where the Raiden Shogun sat, elegant yet intimidating as a leader should be. She seemed to be handling important work. You should've assumed even with the agreed upon time the Shogun's work is never done.

Yae cleared her throat to fill the empty space, catching the woman's attention, "Miko." She replied, lifting her head. Soon her eyes landed on you and you weren't sure if she was sizing you up or checking you out. You felt stupid for even considering the latter so safe to say you stuck with the inital assumption.

"So this is the little bird you always speak of." Ei said, not asking but simply observing.

She slowly rose from her kneeling position, her braid falling off her shoulder to cascade down her back as it usually would. You would be lying if you said you weren't entranced and the two women near you were well aware. Yae could feel how your grasp on her arm loosened and Ei could tell that almost reverent look in your eye from a mile away. Not just a follower looking at their great leader. Neither of them said a word but they did share a glance of acknowledgement before Ei approached the both of you.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you." Her voice was quiet yet profound, it left this warmth spreading through your chest that you couldn't quite place.

"Likewise." You replied, a bit softer than you'd intended, "Well not that I don't know who you are but… but like actually meeting you as you as opposed to, y'know, seeing you as the Raiden Shogun. Not that I still don't respect you as the Raiden Shogun just…"

"A talkative bird, aren't you?" The statement made you falter as you looked up at her, fearing judgement for your anxious rambles but it seemed Ei loved a good tease as much as the kitsune beside you did. Perhaps that was one of the many reasons the two were so compatible.

A giggle from Yae broke the silence that fell over you all, you and Ei's attention honing on the shrine maiden, "And here I thought you would be standoff-ish Ei." she smirked, a playful gleam in her eye, "But it seems you enjoy this little birdie as much as I do." Yae sighed dramatically looking towards you with a pout, "And here I thought I could keep you all to myself."

"Yae!" You softly scolded, shoving her shoulder. The Raiden Shogun liking you that way? Please. There was absolutely no way, was there? The thought did fluster you a bit, evidenced by the flush forming over your cheeks. However what flustered you more was you look towards Ei expecting some sort of retort… except you were met with nothing. No words, you could barely hear her breathe. All you found was her eyes on you, the only thing giving away any form of trepidation was the swallow that followed when you met her gaze.

"So, does the Almighty Shogun approve?" Yae teased further, pressing in a way only she could with Ei.

The leader's eyes found Yae Miko's in a stern glare. Her teasing starting to hit a nerve but not enough that she would've corrected her. After a few seconds her eyes found yours again, before turning away, "We'll have to spend more time together to be sure." She said simply, walking back up towards the desk like table seemingly expecting the two of you to follow.

While you stood dazed Yae Miko was having entirely too much fun with this encounter. Mainly because it was going exactly the way she expected all along. She knew chances were if she was fond of you Ei would be too but she wanted to give you two the chance to explore that on your own. Perhaps you wouldn't remain metamours for much longer.

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author's note: hello hello! thank you so much for reading till the end! I'm very happy with how this turned out and honestly I loved writing this a lot. I may do more with this specific story in the future like a part two with a confession from ei or something we'll see! let me know your thoughts, thank you so much for reading! have a lovely day!

[angelfaceblondie]

rest in peace, angelface 🪽

“In a world filled with hate, we must still dare to hope. In a world filled with anger, we must still dare to comfort. In a world filled with despair, we must still dare to dream. And in a world filled with distrust, we must still dare to believe.” - Michael Joseph Jackson (August 29, 1958 - June 25, 2009)

[urdeftones-grrrl]

Rest In Paradise Angelface ❤️

29 August 1958 - 25 June 2009

miss and love you forever

[hvaverse]

How does one interact without feeling like awkward about it? I feel like when I interact I come across strange and like idk… in conclusion idk how to get more comfortable interacting lmao

[visualeffex]

a lil korrasami

[fishbonesart]

They're besties :)

Toph's dog is called Badger!

[minomur]

dancin into the night 😌🕺

[hvaverse]

I need something lesbian to happen to me this pride… I KNOW WE’RE ALREADY HALF WAY THROUGH BUT MY YEARNING IS AT ITS PEAK AND ITS RIDICULOUS