｡𖦹°‧ toph beifong can't stop playing with your tits.
waking up in a groggy, sleepy haze, your breath shudders at the feel of a hot, large palm nestled beneath your soft tee shirt, right over your right breast.
“t-toph?” you groan, barely looking over your shoulder to find a very sleepy toph laying right behind you. “are you awake?”
toph’s eyes are closed, but she smiles. her calloused fingers slowly graze over your nipple, the sensitive bud hardening beneath her fingertip as she swirls her finger around, playing with you. her hips are tucked right against your ass, her nose nuzzling against your shoulder and neck as she intertwines her muscular leg between your soft, warm thighs.
“tophie,” you moan softly, squirming under her touch. “stop it. we’re ‘sposed to be asleep.”
“stop what?” she replies, her voice low, tired, and raspy against your neck. “i’m not doin’ anything,” she says, despite her fingers cupping your breast fully with a possessive squeeze.
“we’ve got a long day, we need all the sleep we can get,” you protest tiredly, though you make no effort to move away.
a small whine escapes you as she gives your nipple a gentle tug, her thumb grazing over the hardened bud.
“i know, and i don’t care,” she mumbles back, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. “just let me touch you, yeah?”
“mm.. fine.”
toph pushes herself up with one arm, her breath ghosting over your cheeks hotly. “and maybe you can let me suck on them, too?”
how do u think would toph react if reader got critically injured (like bl33ding and stuff and eventually gets sent to a clinic) wlw intended pls :(( I LOVE YOYR WORKS
toph beifong x injured!reader
content: angst, fluff, f!reader, toph crashing out, happy ending don’t worry, hc format (ish)
summary: read request above ᢉ𐭩
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if you got critically injured.. ˚࿔ // wlw intended
☁︎ when toph first hears about it from a nearby soldier, she doesn’t even believe it.
☁︎ she immediately turns to the source of his voice, hand feeling around the air before roughly yanking him closer by the collar. her sightless eyes glare daggers into him, a scowl tugging at her features, “that’s not something to fucking joke about, you asshole.”
he coughs, tapping at her hand for release, “t-this isn’t a joke, master beifong!”
☁︎ her grip tightens, earning strangled sounds from the scared soldier, but when she doesn’t sense any insincerity in his tone or heartbeat, it slackens. “..what?”
“.. ahem,” he clears his throat, trying to regain his composure, back in stance, “yes, the reports say that she sustained—”
“i heard you the first time!” she yells, her raised voice resounding through the camp, eyes blown wide, “where the hell is she?”
the soldier flinches, “a-after the incident, due to the gravity of—”
“cut to the fucking chase!” the ground violently rumbles beneath their feet. she gives his chest a few rough shoves, pushing him back, “go, get a fucking move on! take me there at once!”
☁︎ it is a miracle how she gets to the hospital safely. she was restlessly bouncing her leg, arms crossed over her chest, a million thoughts coursing through her mind. with each sinister possibility she imagined, she’d unconsciously bend some metal parts of the vehicle into shrivelling up like plastic. while she was unaware of her own effects, the poor crew who was chosen to ride with her did not dare breathe in her direction, keeping quiet as they mumbled silent prayers under their breaths.
☁︎ when she arrives at the hospital, her senses are all jumbled up. she keeps bumping into walls and glass, too agitated to slow down and feel around, and she had never cursed her blindness more. the soldier assigned to her hesitantly offers his help — and while in normal conditions, the proud toph beifong would never ever stoop down to actually ask for guidance like she was just some helpless blind girl — she is too alarmed to refuse, and time she doesn’t dare waste.
her need to find you far surpasses her pride, and that is no easy feat.
☁︎ “listen here—” she slams her fists on the front desk, veins bulging out of her forehead, “fuck you, and fuck your stupid forms, i don’t have time for this. tell me what room she’s in, and i really, really suggest you don’t test me. if you can’t tell, i’m in a really fucking bad mood right now.”
the receptionist swallows, terrified, “ma’am, i understand your concern and urgency, but it’s protocol. we need to confirm—”
toph was about to snap, the floor starting to shake under her feet again, when a familiar hand grabs her shoulder and forces her back.
“she’s with me,” katara — who had gotten here earlier because she’d predicted this exact scenario — offers an apologetic bow to the traumatized receptionist, “please excuse her behavior, she’s the patient’s girlfriend.”
☁︎ katara guides toph away, but the stubborn girl doesn’t miss the chance to spit at the front desk before leaving.
☁︎ katara held back on all the things she had to scold her for; how this wasn’t how someone presented themselves at a hospital, how this was disrespectful to the working staff, how she was disrupting the other patients as well as the visitors with the scenes she kept causing..
but that would have to wait. after all, any word unrelated to you would just go in one ear and out the other in toph’s current state.
☁︎ your doctor, who had just shut the door behind him after a small check-up on your vitals, stares quizzically at the seething woman approaching him, shoving away anybody she bumps into, closely followed by a fussy katara who apologized to the confused victims.
“move.” is the only word she gives him, voice low and gravelly. he glares down at her, offended. “excuse me?”
katara laughs nervously, pulling toph to her side, “um, hello doctor! this is her girlfriend. she just wants—”
“i said,” she jabs a calloused finger into his chest, “out of my way.”
☁︎ she unceromoniously barges in, letting katara fix her mess and butter up the scandalized doctor, as she makes her way to your bed. her breath hitches when she finally hears your heartbeat; the unmistakable heartbeat of the woman she loved, the pulse a bit weaker now, a testament to what really happened.
☁︎ all her anger drains out of her at once, her lip quivering with distress as she panickedly rushes to your side, feeling around the sheets for your hand.
☁︎ she shakily squeezes it, careful with the IV drips, and brings it to her face, “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry. i should have been there to protect you. this is my fault. i’m sorry.”
☁︎ nobody dares to come in. the rest of your friends arrive soon after and stay by the door, waiting for your girlfriend’s muffled sobs to subside first; everybody knows better than to walk in on a crying toph. the sight was rare, and it was for good reason.
☁︎ when night set and visitors started trickling out the hospital, toph didn’t budge. she was sat on a chair by your side, arms crossed over your bed, face buried in your sheets.
katara tentatively prodded her shoulder, light and gentle, “toph.. we can come back in the morni—”
“no.” her voice was small and hoarse, she didn’t even bother to raise her head.
☁︎ all attempts at getting her to properly rest or eat for the next three days were fruitless. she barely budged from her spot; only did so if she urgently needed the bathroom or if she wanted a doctor to yell at.
☁︎ it was on the third night that you finally stirred, your room dimly lit by only your vital signs monitor, the only sound filling it being the steady beeping of your heartbeat.
your bones felt like mush. you sighed, extremely dazed and lost, and your eyes lazily swept the room. the clock on the wall read 2am. huh, so you ended up in the hospital.
☁︎ you tried stretching your limbs a little bit, tight with the lack of movement, when the motion caused a head to suddenly pop up by your side. you scream, loud and long, startled out of your mind, when two familiar hands grab your arms. “y-you’re awake!”
☁︎ it takes you a minute to process why the hell you weren’t alone in the first place, before you finally realized who it was. your left hand felt around for the light switch next to you, and relief flooded your heart when her features came to light. she was here.
☁︎ “you scared me.. you big, stupid, careless idiot.” she grumbles, glaring at you, eyes welling up again, then hides her face in your lap as she hugs your legs. you were still disoriented and groggy, having just woken up from a three day slumber, but your hand found her hair, stroking it gently. “shh.. i’m here.”
☁︎ when you finally get discharged, she heavily denies having ever cried at all. says you just dreamt it up because of long you were asleep for.
☁︎ but her puffy eyes and lost weight spoke more than her flimsy lies, so you just smile, pretending to believe her, and go home, wrapped around your lovely girlfriend’s arm.
since that day, it goes without saying that you never got to leave on a mission without her again. well, not that you minded this new rule at all.
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* if you guys don’t leave replies i will just assume you hate me and my work is so shit and you secretly want me to die
listened to cigarettes after sex while writing this // art creds: @aisatsaa
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“mm..” you stir as gentle wisps of sunlight seep through the linen curtains, spilling over your face. at your movement, toph tugs you even closer, limbs tangled under the sheets, nose tips almost touching. you let out a small sleepy chuckle, gazing at your girlfriend’s beautiful features, relaxed in her slumber.
so pretty.
you lightly brush some mussy strands of hair off her face, and press a tiny peck to her forehead, your lips a bit chapped from the night’s rest.
you watch a smirk tug at her lips, her eyes still shut. “can’t help yourself, hmm?” she groggily whispers, her beefy arms wrapping around you even tighter. she buries her face in the crook of your neck, deeply inhaling your scent.
you sigh contently as she peppers soft kisses on your slightly sweaty skin, travelling up your jaw, to then give you two quick pecks on the lips.
her eyes finally crack open, and you smile, utterly smitten.
you give her a peck back, and she parts her lips, claiming your mouth into a longer, slower kiss. it’s tender, wet and warm. her tongue gently intertwines with yours, your sleepy moans filling the room.
she pulls away a little, strings of saliva connecting you both, a childish grin adorning her lips, “your morning breath stinks.”
“so does yours,” you quip, then you both snicker quietly, before melting back into your sweet, sloppy kiss without a word.
“mhm.. tophie..” you mumble between kisses, catching a glimpse of the clock behind her, “i need to get ready for work..”
she lets out a soft whine, refusing to latch off your kiss-swollen lips, “just a bit more.” her tongue prods at the small gap again, thrusting back into your warm mouth to interlace with yours again.
after a few more minutes, you chuckle, reluctantly pulling away and dodging her attempts, “toph, that’s enough.”
she groans at the loss, her grip on your hips tightening, then decides to nestle her face between your tits.
you tut, “seriously toph, i have— ah..” you gasp softly as her lips trail up the swell of your breast, one of her hands sliding up to cup it, leaving small nips in her wake.
she peers up at you, lips jutted into a pout, chin resting on your cleavage, “stay with me.”
your forming protests die on your tongue when her thumb teasingly brushes over your hardening nipple, the sensation going straight to your core. she was too good at this.
you sigh, a pink blush rising up your cheeks, defeated, “you’re so needy.. i guess i can call in sick today.”
she grins, giving your ass an affectionate squeeze, “that’s my girl. c’mere.” and with that, you laugh, and she eagerly swallows it, her lips back on yours again.
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* @bae-fong queen your reblog inspired this actually so thank you 👅
ugh guys i need a sloppy morning make out sesh with toph URGENTLY
｡𖦹°‧ modern!toph beifong as your gf headcanons (some nsfw)
modern!toph beifong who hates going shopping, but she doesn’t mind it one bit if she’s with you. she’s always the one holding all your bags—and since she couldn’t care less about how she looks, she lets you pick out all her clothes. you usually go for soft, baggy pieces because they feel “freeing” on her skin. plus, you like to steal her hoodies anyway.
modern!toph beifong who has zero social media presence, yet your accounts are filled with pictures of her. it’s all caught-off-guard photos and mirror selfies where she’s playfully wrapping her arms around your neck in a headlock just to show off her muscles. every time she hears the camera shutter go off, she calls you out. "what’re you doing, babe? more pictures for that stupid photo app again?” but despite the grumbling, she’ll still try her best to throw a silly pose—even if her eyes are staring a little bit past the lens.
modern!toph beifong who has a ridiculous playlist specifically for sex. whenever she hears a song—maybe some slow rnb—she’ll immediately think, “that’s pretty sexy,” and add it to the queue she’s curated for when she’s going down on you. in the heat of the moment, you’ll moan out, “toph, what even is this?” and she’ll pull back with that stupid, toothy grin of hers—lips and chin slick with your arousal — and pridefully say, “it’s my sex playlist.”
modern!toph beifong who’ll earthbend a makeshift seat for you whenever your legs are tired from walking. whether you’re traveling or just on a hike, the second you complain “tophie, my legs are sore, can we rest?” —she’s already shifted the ground into a rock in the shape of a perfect chair just for you. “of course, my princess.”
modern!toph beifong who looks way too good working out at the local gym. with a black sports bra tight against her muscular chest, she’s grabbing everyone’s attention. if it isn’t her looks that catch them, it’s her sheer fucking strength. she’s prideful about it, sure, and when she senses your jealousy, she’ll wrap an arm around your waist to pull you in for a kiss. “can’t blame ‘em for staring, baby. i’m a world-class earthbender, after all.” she’ll even squeeze your ass shamelessly just to make people look away out of secondhand embarrassment. “besides, i’m all yours.”
modern!toph beifong who absolutely hates spas. she can’t stand people touching her feet, so when you go for a pedicure, she’ll mumble grumpily, “i’ll just wait outside.” but when you’re finally finished and heading for the door, you find her lying on her back, totally relaxed, getting a facial with cucumbers over her eyes.
policechief!toph x f!reader — raising lin and suyin ᢉ𐭩
content: fluff, kind of angsty, age gap relationship, toph sucks at parenting, lin’s mommy issues.
summary: after you got married to toph, you found the next challenge to be her kids, especially the eldest. how will you get them to warm up to you?
!! disclaimer: this part is kind of a sequel, mostly centered around how you deal with toph’s kids (requested). if you want a more toph-focused part, check out part 1 here. it’s not necessary to read, but it’ll make more sense. muah, enjoy !!
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chief beifong was not what people would call an exemplary mother.
you and toph had been married for some months now; and while your age gap was heavily questioned by both your families and almost everyone around you, the ones who were most shocked about your marriage were her kids.
you had only seen them a few times while you were dating, since you were still living separately and rarely crashed at her place, and most of the time they would just give you an indifferent nod and excuse themselves to their rooms, leaving you and toph be. they assumed you were just some girl she’d spend a few weeks with, then ditch.
after all, toph was hardly a committed person.
so it was to their complete surprise when she called for them, introducing you as their new step-mom.
you were a nervous wreck that day. sure, they may be only kids, but they were going to be your kids. the last thing you wanted to do was start off on the wrong foot.
the oldest, eleven-year-old lin, stared at you incredulously for a good while, then barked at her mother. “is this a joke?”
well, ouch.
toph only scoffed, wrapping her strong arm around your waist to pull you closer to her side, “and what exactly about this looks like a joke to you, young lady?”
lin threw her arms up, bewildered, “you can’t be serious! she’s like a teenager, and you’re all old and wrinkly.”
a choked sound left your throat at that. was this little girl really eleven? you covered your mouth, taking the “teenager” note as a compliment that she probably didn’t mean. hey, at least you looked that young.
“say that again, you little shit!” toph spat, chasing after her.
you frowned, about to say something about her cussing at the child, when you noticed lin instantly perk up at the attention, erupting in giggles as she ran away, “old and wrinkly! old and wrinkly!”
you watched them leave your field of view, running further inside the house, baffled. so this was what your wife was like with her children?
you were brought back to attention when a tiny hand tugged at your pant sleeve. you looked down, a wide-eyed grinning suyin looking up at you.
“my name is suyin,” the five year old stated. “s-u-y-i-n.”
“oh,” you smiled down at her, even though you already knew her name, “that’s a pretty name.”
“i know,” she crossed her pudgy arms over her chest. “you are too young, like a baby.”
seriously? the baby was saying that to you?
“i’m not a baby,” you knelt down to her height, patting her head with a gentle smile, “i know i’m much younger than your mom, but i’m in my twenties.”
she hummed, staring at you for a second, then looked away proudly, “of course, i know. you are twenties.”
later that night — much to your amusement — you were informed that suyin could only count up to ten.
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even though suyin was definitely the more troublesome child, the one who took the longest to warm up to you was lin. and the difference between them was nothing to scoff at.
she wasn’t a bad kid, not at all; she just refused to acknowledge you. she wordlessly helped with chores, only spoke if spoken to, addressed you as “miss” or by your name, never really asked for anything.
you couldn’t fault her, really. with an absent father, a little sister to care for, an overworked mother.. too much responsibility had been placed on her shoulders far too young.
and you desperately wanted to fix that; you wanted her to scribble on the walls, leave crumbs on the sofa, show you very poorly drawn portraits of yourself. you wanted her to feel safe enough to mess up with you, to be more carefree..
but that proved to be extremely difficult. while she didn’t cause you trouble directly, she made it clear that she wasn’t interested in talking to you, and wanted to be left alone most of the time. the only times you’d see her light up were when toph came home, as she hung on to her every word with rapt attention.
you’d always watch the exchanges carefully, toph’s blindness rendering her oblivious to the excitement in her daughter’s gaze as she recounted whatever happened at work today.
your relationship with lin stayed rather tense for a while, and sometimes her bluntness would leave you rattled for the rest of the night, earning very curious questions from your wife later in bed. but you didn’t want to tell her about this, she could get mad and take it out on lin, and that would in turn only worsen the latter’s resentment for you. you were determined to fix this yourself.
it was on a random wednesday night, when an argument finally cracked through the tough facade of the older child.
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your wife was kept up late at work, so you decided to tuck the kids into bed alone. after a lot of whining and some tears, suyin tired herself out and fell asleep in your arms. you chuckled softly, picking her up and setting her down on her bed. lin was still standing in the hallway, arms crossed, stubbornly glaring at you.
for an eleven year old child, that glare had you as scared as your wife’s did. she was definitely toph’s daughter, through and through.
you walked over to her, leaning down a bit to her height, giving her a nervous smile, “lin, honey, are you not sleepy?”
“no.” short and straight to the point. her features did not soften.
“ah, i see,” you scratched your head, a little lost. you never really knew how to deal with situations like these, you didn’t know how much authority you held, and you really didn’t want to be stern on a child who hardly accepted you, who didn’t even consider you her mom. you cleared your throat, tone gentle, “but it’s getting late, honey. toph is still—”
“i don’t care!” you flinched back at her raised voice; lin had never yelled at you before. she huffed, looking away, “i want to wait for my mom.”
you really, really didn’t know what to do. “um,” you stammered, still a bit shaken from her outburst, “s-she could be very late, sweetheart. how about i make you a cup of—”
“what do you know!” she snapped, so loud you were sure suyin would wake up. “you’re waiting for her, so why can’t i!?”
you frowned, gently seizing her shoulders to try and calm her down, “deep breaths, honey. you’re a child, staying up so late is bad for—”
“of course!” she interrupted you again, shrugging your hands off, voice cracking, “you want me to go to sleep so you can spend all her free time with her! i never see mommy— ahem, mom, all day, and now you’re here, hogging the tiny bit of time i had with her! it’s not fair, it’s not fair—”
oh goodness, there was so much to unpack here.
“hey, hey.” you grabbed her a little more firmly now, deeply upset. “lin, sweetheart, is this what this is about? you think i’m stealing your mom from you?”
tears started welling up in her eyes now, as she desperately wiped at them with her overly big sleeve. your heart broke at the sight.
you took her hands in yours, gently caressing them with your thumbs. “talk to me, lin. will you tell me what’s hurting you?”
she sniffled, staring at you quietly, her glare reluctantly softening, “i-i just..”
you nodded, spurring her on, giving her hands a reassuring squeeze.
she looked down at her feet, her eyes watery, “m-mom never spends time with us, she’s always busy with work, work, work all the time. i.. i did everything, i took care of the house, i even learnt to earthbend just like her, a-and i try to be the best, just like her, so she can be proud of me, and spend time with me..”
she stopped for a bit, her gaze briefly flitting up to you through her tears, then focusing back on her feet, “then.. you showed up. y-you’re not even a bender, you’re not strong at all, and yet you have all her attention. s-she always praises you so much, even though i did everything you do, and more. she spends her mornings with you, her nights with you. w-when she has a day off, she gets excited to take you out first. her days off were usually for me.”
you let out a shaky sigh, your heart torn to shreds. this is what she has been bottling up all this time? no wonder she resented you.
you knew toph had spent her entire childhood restricted, so she thought the best way to parent was to do the opposite and grant her children the total freedom she wished for. but in doing that, she failed to give them the love and attention they needed.
you swallowed, gently squeezing her hands again, “lin, i had no idea you felt that way. i’m so sorry. i.. i was trying so hard to get you to like me, i didn’t consider toph being a factor in this. that was stupid of me.”
she stayed quiet, hesitantly looking up at you.
“honey,” you let go of her hands to wrap your arms around her small frame, hugging her tight. “i’m never, ever, taking your mother away from you. she’s your mom first, my wife second. i don’t want you to think she’s neglecting you for me.”
“but she is,” she mumbled quietly against your chest, small fingers curling around your clothes.
“she’s not,” you denied, tenderly stroking her hair. “i promise you, even before we got married, she’d always tell me stories about her two daughters. especially you, lin. she was always proudly showing off how you could earthbend so well at such a young age.”
she glanced up at you, and that was the first time she ever looked at you with anything other than disinterest or annoyance. she was listening to you. “really?”
“really.” you affirmed, tucking a strand behind her ear. you smiled, “your mother loves you a lot. thank you for opening up to me, lin. you’re a very strong girl.”
she hummed, a little flustered now, “d-don’t tell mommy— i mean, mom, about this.”
“i won’t.” you stroked her cheek, tilting your head, “and starting tomorrow? we’re going to be spending a lot more time together. and you can have tophie all for yourself in the mornings, how about that?”
an embarrassed blush set on her cheeks, as she reluctantly nodded. “thank you.”
“i’m always here for you.”
she rubbed her puffy eyes, the tiredness finally crashing down on her after that crying, “i.. i’ll go to sleep now.”
“alright,” you pressed a gentle peck to her forehead, “good night, lin.”
“good night.” she walked towards her room, then stopped in her tracks. she turned back to look at you, a little guilty. the sight made you raise a puzzled eyebrow.
“i..” she started, fidgeting. “i’m sorry for the stuff i said earlier. a-about.. you not being a bender, and.. being weak.. and stuff. i’m sorry, i didn’t—”
“hey,” you smiled, waving her apologies off, “don’t apologize for that. i promise, no offense taken. now, off to bed, you.”
she stared at you for a good minute, then nodded, finally going to bed.
thankfully for both of you, suyin was an incredibly deep sleeper.
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when toph finally came home that night, she found a very delighted you in the kitchen, humming a song as you heated up her dinner.
she purred, snaking her arms around your waist from behind, pressing lazy kisses to your nape, “somebody’s in a good mood.”
you chuckled, turning off the stove, “you could say that.”
“so i’m getting lucky tonight,” she grinned, suggestively kneading the flesh of your hips.
you rolled your eyes, turning back to face her, and she wasted no time in lifting you up on the counter.
since that day, lin significantly warmed up to you, and so did suyin as well. as the weeks went by, with all the time your wife spent at work and you stayed with the kids, you found them getting increasingly attached to you.
hell, they were actually calling you “mom” now. maybe you were their new favourite.
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* oh lin my sweetheart 🙁 and thank you so much for 500 followers guys, i love you!!
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Synopsis: You wake up desperately needing Toph so you call her at work.
Warnings/Content: g!p toph, pregnant reader, masturbation, dry humping, pillow riding, praise kink, dirty talk, mommy/daddy kink, toph talkes you through it. Barely any plot just 3k+ of toph matching your freak on company time.
AN: I did not plan on posting but this idea came to me in a dream and I stayed up writing this until 3am.
Being pregnant meant navigating a constant rollercoaster of unpredictable moods and irregular hormones. Some days you would wake up completely drained, so sick that just lifting your head from the pillow felt impossible. But then there were days like today- where a relentless, heavy ache pulsed between your thighs, flushing your skin with an unbearable heat and sending your mind racing with a desperate, all consuming need.
Normally, you could find a way to distract yourself or push through the day until Toph’s shift finally ended. Today, however, just the mere thought of her sent a sharp, agonizing spark of desire straight to your core, causing you to clench around nothing as your body was practically begging for her touch.
For a solid half hour, you lay there squirming and twisting against the sheets, desperately praying that sleep would take over and dull the ache. Instead, the restlessness only fed the fire, leaving you miserable and aching for nothing but your wife.
With tears caused by your own sexual frustration stinging in your eyes and the stickiness of your thighs that were already slick with your arousal, you decided you couldn't wait. You needed her now, not later, not two hours from now. Right this second. Your fingers trembled violently as you snatched up the phone and dialed the direct line to police headquarters.
Thankfully you didnt have to wait for long. The crisp, professional voice of the operator cut through the line on the first ring. “Republic City Police Department, headquarters line.”
“Put me through to the Chief,” Your voice was thick and breathless, a desperate, broken whimper slipping past your lips as your hips twitched restlessly against the mattress. “Private line. Right now.”
“Ma'am, the Chief is in a high priority brief-”
“It's an emergency,” You gasped, a single tear escaping and rolling down your cheek. “Just put her on!”
A sharp click echoed through the receiver, followed by a heavy blast of static before a famously gruff voice barked, “Beifong. This better be life or death.”
“Toph,” You sobbed out, your voice entirely broken by the sheer intensity of the heat pooling inside you. “Baby, please. I can't... I can't take it. I need you right now.”
The line went deadly silent on the other end like she hadn't expected it to be you. Toph listened to your erratic breathing, the way your breath hitched in a way that made her cock twitch in her pants. She knew that tone. She knew exactly what kind of emergency this was.
“Dammit, sweetheart,” Toph muttered, her voice dropping from a bark to a low, rough growl. You heard the sound of her office door slamming shut as she locked out the outside world to give you two more privacy. “I'm trapped here with a stack of reports that I have to sign off on for the next hour, but I'm not leaving you hanging. Listen to me. Are you in bed?”
“Yes,” You whimpered, gripping the phone tight against your ear as a fresh wave of your wetness made your hips twitch.
“Good girl,” Toph's voice sounded strained, like she could barely keep herself composed. “I want you to grab one of those pillows against the headboard and I want you to straddle it. Can you do that for me mama? Put the phone on the mattress so I can hear all those pretty sounds and let me know when you're ready.”
You dropped the phone onto the mattress, with a soft thud. Your hands were shaking as you reached up, dragging one of the thick, heavy pillows away from the headboard and shoving it firmly between your thighs.
Shifting your weight, you straddled it completely, letting your five month belly rest securely against the soft slope while your aching, hyper sensitive core pressed flat against the firm fabric. The instant, blunt pressure against your slick heat made you let out a loud, broken sob, your fingers digging deep into the tangled bedsheets.
Through the phone, you heard Toph's low, dark growl of pure satisfaction.
“Yes, let it out, mama,” Toph purred, her voice dripping with an intense, heavy gravity that seemed to anchor you right to the mattress. “I heard that. I can hear the sheets rustling, too. Press yourself down harder into it. Don't be shy about it baby.”
You whimpered, your head dropping onto your arms as the sheer heat of your pregnancy hormones amplified the pulse violently hammering through your center. The friction was right there, tantalizingly close, but you held yourself still, your body trembling as you waited for her command to finally move.
“Fuck, daddy,” You gasped into the open air of the room, loud enough for toph to hear just how much you needed her. “Baby-..”
“I know you're desperate,” Toph coaxed, her own breath hitching slightly over the static. “I can practically feel the bed shaking from here. Now, give me those long, slow grinds. Slide your hips forward and back, and let me hear exactly how much you need this.”
A broken moan escaped your lips as you began to rock against the pillow, the friction sending a jolt straight to your core.
“God- Toph, it feels so fucking good.”
“I know mama, I bet you're dripping all over that pillow aren't you?” Toph’s gravelly voice hummed from the speaker, sending a shiver straight down your spine as your thighs flexed around the soft cushion of the pillow. “I want you to touch yourself. Slide your hands up your chest slowly, I want you to cup those gorgeous breasts for me, they're so full aren't they? I can't wait until I get home later so I can have them in my mouth.”
Her words caused a fresh wave of slick to drip down from your core, and onto the pillow, making your knees tremble against the mattress as the damp fabric of your ruined underwear smeared your wetness all over the cushion between your legs. Each drag of your clit against it made your body hum.
“Do it for me, sweetheart,” Toph murmured, her voice steady and commanding through the line. “Tell me exactly how it feels.”
You closed your eyes and slowly slid your palm up your chest, feeling the heightened sensitivity of your saturated skin. Your heightened hormones had made every touch feel electrified in a way that was almost overwhelming.
"They're... they're so sensitive, Toph," You breathed into the receiver, your voice catching as you followed her guidance. Your hips are still grinding against the pillow as the pressure continues to build in your lower belly. “I need your mouth on them, fuck.”
“God, mama, you're killing me right now. So desperate and needy for me.” Toph replied softly, the usual roughness of her voice softening into something deeply intimate. “Now slow your hips baby I know you're close and I don't want you to come just yet. Roll your finger around your nipple baby, gently. Just focus on that feeling and my voice. Keep your breathing steady. In through your nose, out through your mouth.”
The ache between your legs was a constant, heavy pulse, but under her direction, the frantic urgency began to settle into a deep, controlled warmth as you focused on her and the sound of her voice as your hips started to slow under her command. You let your hand rest over your heart, feeling the rapid beat begin to sync up with the calm, rhythmic cadence of your wife's voice.
“Good. Just like that,” Toph murmured, the low rumble of her voice through the speaker acting like a physical weight, anchoring you to the mattress. “Keep your hands right there. Feel the weight of them. Feel how much your body is changing to grow our baby.”
“Toph..”
You breathed her name with reverence, your thumb brushing over the highly sensitive peak of your breast. A wave of pleasure shot straight down to your lower belly, making your hips twitch automatically against the pillow beneath you.
“I can hear you shifting, mama,” Toph purred, the deep timber of her voice sending another flush of heat across your skin. “Don't move away from it. Let that ache build. I want you to squeeze them gently for me. Roll your thumbs over the tips. Let me hear what it does to your breathing.”
You whimper, closing your eyes tight as you obey her command. The friction of your own hands against your swollen, sensitive breasts was almost too much to bear. Your breathing hitched, turning into a series of short, needy gasps that filled the quiet bedroom.
“You're so perfect baby, you are listening so well.” Toph says, her own breathing sounding a bit heavier as the bulge in her pants grew firmer. “Your body is working so hard right now, and it deserves to feel good. Feel how warm you are. You're completely flushed, aren't you?”
“Toph, please,” You gasped, your hips rolling in a small, desperate circle, desperately craving the friction of the pillow against your aching core. “It's too much. Fuck, baby. I'm so warm and wet and I can feel everything.”
“I know you are. Let the heat pool right between your legs,” Toph commanded softly, her tone shifting back into that absolute, unyielding authority that always made you melt. “Don't touch your core yet. Just let the fullness build. Lean into the pillow baby, press yourself into the mattress, and just feel how heavy and ready you are for me.”
“Fuck.” You groaned, your head lolling back. “This pussy is so ready for your dick daddy, I want to make you feel good too.”
You could hear the creak of Toph's chair as she let out a shaky breath. “You do make daddy feel good baby, fuck, and when I come home I'm going to fill you up, give you just what you need.”
“Now slide your hand down,” Toph instructed, her voice dropping to a rough, quiet whisper that felt incredibly close. “Move it past your ribs. Slowly, mama. Let your palm rest right over the swell of your belly.”
You let out a trembling breath, your hand moving down your flushed skin until your palm met the firm, warm curve of your five-month belly. The contrast of your cool fingers against your overheated skin made you shiver, your hips twitching instinctively against the mattress.
“Feel that?” Toph murmured, the steady sound of her breathing coming through the speaker. “That’s our little one in there. Safe and warm, while you’re lying there completely aching for me. Rub your palm in a slow circle. Remind yourself of what your body is doing right now.”
You followed her instructions, your palm tracing the smooth, rounded slope. The deep, heavy ache between your thighs was pulsing intensely now, a thrumming beat that seemed to echo the rapid rhythm of your heart. Focusing on the physical weight of your belly grounded you, turning the frantic, overwhelming horniness into a thick, concentrated heat.
“Toph…” You whimpered, your head rolling back as your thighs rubbed together, slick and sensitive. “I can't... I need to move. It hurts so much.”
“I know baby, now slide your hand lower,” Toph ordered, her voice dipping into a deep, gravelly register that made your core pulse tightly. “Past your belly. Move your fingers down the inside of your thigh. Slowly. Feel how hot and wet your skin is right there.”
You let out a ragged gasp, your fingers trembling as they trailed down your lower abdomen, moving past the crease of your hip to traced the smooth, sensitive skin of your inner thigh. The heat radiating from your own body was immense, amplified by the heavy blanket of your pregnancy hormones.
“Trace your clit with your fingers baby and tell me how wet you're getting just from listening to my voice.”
Your fingers slipped into the waistband of your ruined underwear. You whimpered loudly into the open air of the bedroom the moment you felt the wetness there. Your hips arching off the mattress as you traced your clit with slow, wide circles that were clumsy.
“Toph, I'm... I'm dripping,” You choked out, your breath catching. “It's all over my fingers. I'm so wet for you baby.”
“Yeah? That's exactly where I want you,” Toph purred, her tone gravelly and low as her her own eyes slammed shut hearing how wrecked you are. "Completely unraveled in our bed. Now taste yourself baby, I want you to lick your fingers clean for me while you make yourself come.”
You removed them from your pulsing clit, slipping the sticky digits between your parted lips as you sucked, moaning heavily at the taste of yourself on your tongue. You rolled your tongue between your fingers, licking them clean. That combined with the friction of the pillow pressing against your swollen, sensitive center was enough to make your vision blur.
“Ah… Toph, please,” You mewled, your fingers leaving your mouth and instantly locking into the bedsheets.
“Don't just sit there, mama, ride it,” Toph growled into the phone, the sound of her heavy breathing filling your ear. You could tell she was close too and the thought of her coming in her pants to the sound of you made more of your slickness pool out of you more, completely drenching fhe pillow. “Give me those long, deep grinds. Just like before baby, Slide your hips forward and back. Press down until there's absolutely no space left between you and that fabric.”
You let out a ragged sob of relief and began to move, your hips rolling in a slow, heavy rhythm. The friction was pure heaven, sending waves of intense pleasure straight up your spine. Because of the extra weight of the baby, each slide felt incredibly deep, forcing you to arch your back and gasp for air with every thrust forward push.
“Too fast, mama.” Toph chided softly over the line as she picked up the sudden change in the rhythm of your gasps. “You're rushing. Slow it down. Let the pressure build up right where you need it. If you burn out too quick, it won't satisfy that ache. Slow, deep grinds. Let me hear the wood of that bed frame creak.”
You whimpered but obeyed, forcing your lower body to slow into an agonizingly deep, steady rhythm. The bedframe moves with you as you rocked against it, feeling every brush of the soft pillow as it delved into your folds.
“That’s it, mama, you're doing so good for me,” Toph murmured, her voice a deep, rough purr that seemed to wrap completely around you. “Just like that. Listen to how beautiful you sound right now. Every single gasp, every little whimper, you're doing it all just for me, aren't you?”
“Yes! All for you, only for you.” You babbled. Your hips continue their heavy, agonizingly slow rhythm against the pillow. The praise from your wife hit like fuel to a fire, making the tight coil in your lower belly wind even tighter. Your fingers dug into the headboard, your whole body trembling under the weight of her approval.
“You're really riding that thang aren't you? Just like my cock,” Toph continued, her breath heavy against the receiver as she listened to the desperate creaking of the mattress. “Good girl. You're following my voice perfectly, even when you're about to fall apart. I’m so proud of how well you take care of yourself, taking exactly what you need.”
Tears were streaming down your eyes now as you were a sobbing mess. The overwhelming pleasure was building so deliciously in your core as your swollen cunt ground firmly against the fabric. You were so close, balanced right on the razor's edge of the peak.
“You're completely mine, sweetheart,” Toph purred, listening intently to the frantic friction and the heavy creaking of the wooden bed frame through the line. Her tone was a low possessive rumble that made your hips stutter. “Wrecked in our bed, dripping for me, and listening to every word I say. Don't stop. Keep giving me those deep, perfect grinds. Show me exactly how much you belong to me.”
“I'm yours, baby. This pussy is yours.” you moaned headily.
You flexed your thighs, squeezing them around it before rolling your hips, repeating the movement as your clit caught the fabric. There was so much of your slick between your thighs now that each time you thrust against the pillow and lifted yourself up you could hear the sounds of your own wetness filling the room. You were completely lost to your pleasure now, chasing the relief your body was starving for.
“Now pick it up,” Toph commanded, her voice dropping into a rough, urgent whisper that seemed to vibrate right through you. “Faster, mama, give it everything you got you're almost there I can hear it.”
Your movement turned frantic. You clutched the headboard, your knuckles turning white as your hips rolled and slammed into the pillow in a rapid, desperate rhythm. You were bouncing on it, your breast moving with you. You imagined it was her cock you were riding. That it was her body underneath you and her hands on your hips guiding you. The slick, wet, heat between your thighs and the firm pressure of the fabric against your sensitive core drove you completely over the edge.
“Yes. Come for me sweet girl.” Toph encouraged, her voice wrecked in your ear. “Don't you dare slow down now. Press down harder. Ride it out.”
“Toph!...I'm coming, fuckkkk.”
You cried out, a loud, uninhibited gasp filling the open air of the room as the wave of intense relief finally crashed over your body. Your back arched, your hips shuddered violently against the pillow, locking tight as your cunt spasmed softly. A breathy sob tore through your throat, more tears streamed down your face as the sweet aftershocks of the climax rippled through you from head to toe.
Over the phone, Toph listened closely to the sharp hitch in your breath and the soft, trembling whimpers that followed as the mattress finally stopped creaking.
You collapsed onto the pillow, your body still twitching with aftershocks of your powerful orgasm. You lay there for a long moment, the fabric of the pillow cool against your flushed cheek as your breathing slowly began to even out. The line remained open, filled with the comforting sound of Toph’s steady respirations on the other end.
“Are you still with me, baby?” Toph’s voice came through the speaker, remarkably soft and husky. The deliberate cadence of her words let you know that she was just as deeply affected, her hardened cock was pulsing in her pants under her metal uniform.
God, you wished she was here so you could take her into your mouth.
“Mmhmm,” You murmured tiredly, shifting your weight slightly off the pillow and kicking it to the floor so you could rest comfortably on your side. You kept one arm draped protectively over the warm swell of your belly. “I'm here. Thank you.”
A low, rumbling chuckle vibrated through your cellphone that was now rested on the pillow by your head. “Don't thank me yet. I’m the one who had to sit here and listen to you unravel while knowing I can’t have you the way I want to right now. It's a miracle I didn't metalbend my desk in half, I'm rock hard right now baby and I still have to work after this.”
A quiet, breathless laugh escaped your lips, the final traces of tension completely melting away at her rough, familiar words.
“You'll survive,” You teased softly, adjusting the blanket over your hip.
“Barely,” Toph countered, though the gruff edge of her tone quickly turned warm and deeply affectionate. “I’m going to remember you saying this the next time you call the station begging me to come home and fuck you.”
You smiled into the quiet room, your voice dropping to a low, suggestive whisper. “I can always return the favor, daddy?”
A low, dangerous growl rumbled through the phone, followed by the heavy thud of Toph’s boots dropping off her metal desk and slamming onto the office floorboards.
“You would like that, wouldn't you? Having me a complete mess right here in my office,” She growled, her breathing heavy and rough over the line. “But we don't have time for that, sweetheart. This phone call has already been going on for over twenty minutes. That's more time than I give my officers to eat their damn lunch.”
“You're the chief,” You pouted, the lingering warmth of the orgasm fading into an incredibly soft, clingy mood as you pulled the blankets closer. “You make the rules. A few extra minutes won't hurt. We need you.”
There was a sudden, brief pause on the line. You could hear the sharp scratch of the metal she was probably bending to distract herself from the throbbing of her cock clatter to the office floor. “We?”
“Yup, me and the baby,” You mumbled happily, your hand smoothing over the warm curve of your stomach. “She was just telling me how much she needs her other mama here. And now we're both starting to get hungry.”
“Using the kid against me already and she isn't even here yet? That’s playing dirty, sweetheart,” Toph murmured, though the heavy warmth in her voice let you know exactly how much she loved it. “Fine. The reports can wait until tomorrow. If my two favorite girls are hungry, then this call is officially over because I’m already out the door.”
You heard the distinct clatter of her grabbing her metal armor plates off the rack, the heavy clanking sound filtering clearly through the line.
“I’ll pick up that disgusting, cheesy flatbread you've been craving for the last two days and head straight back,” Toph promised.
“You're the best,” You whispered, closing your eyes as a deep, comfortable drowsiness began to settle over your limbs. “And don't forget my juice.”
“I know I am,” She replied smoothly, the clank of her heavy uniform belt settling around her waist. You could hear Toph rolling her eyes at the mention of that juice that you made her go back for the last time she came home and forgot it. “Anything else you want, baby?”
“Just you,” You mumbled softly into the sheets.
“You've already got me,” Toph murmured, her rough voice dropping into a rare, tender whisper that completely warmed your chest. “Hang up the phone, get under those covers, and rest. I'll be home in twenty minutes.”
“Okay. Hurry home. I love you.”
“Love you too, sweetheart. See you soon.”
The line clicked shut with a gentle tone, leaving the bedroom completely quiet. You reached out for Toph's pillow and hugged it close to your chest, letting your eyes drift closed, finally feeling comfortable and safe.
An: I plan on making this a series so send me ideas for them. (Especially fluff.)
adult toph beifong x f!reader
warnings: established relationships, arguments, very light angst
summary: you're a teashop owner that's too busy to give your girlfriend toph any attention. so naturally, she gets upset. based on this request.
toph wouldn’t call herself a needy girl.
but there are moments where she feels a massive craving to be touched by you. whether it’s a small hug, the brush of your hands, or a peck on the cheek. despite her feelings, she was never one to show pda.
and she was never one to interrupt you when you’re busy doing other things—being a burden was the last thing she wanted to be, especially if it was for something as trivial as wanting attention.
you were scrambling all day, being everywhere and doing everything all at once. the hands she wanted to grab were busy with paperwork, and the lips she wanted to kiss were always busy talking to someone else. just by tracking your movements, she could tell how swamped you were with your business. you were a tea shop owner, so you were dealing with several people at once about the building bills, supplies, and stock.
“i told you, we needed fifty of these bags by tomorrow morning!”
“this isn’t nearly enough. we need to order another box.”
“what do you mean? i paid the bill just two days ago!”
you were busy, and she knew it, and the busier you got, the more restless she became. her foot kept tapping the ground impatiently, arms folded tight across her chest. you were having a bad day, sure, but she was having a bad day, too!
all she wanted was just five, maybe ten minutes of your time. just your attention for a quick moment — a kiss and a hug here and there—but you were too busy.
too busy for her.
you were sitting at an empty table, hair a mess as you sorted through your paperwork. through her senses, toph knew there was no one else near you.
so, she took it upon herself to wrap her arms tight around you from behind, pulling you into a hug so deep it nearly threw you off the back of the bench.
“what—? toph—!”
“finally,” she hummed, nuzzling her nose into the back of your hair, breathing you in. “been waiting for this all damn day.”
“toph,” you sighed, pulling away from her as you started sorting through your papers again. “now’s not the time.”
“what do you mean?” she frowned at the loss of your warmth. “you’re not doing anything right now—”
“i’m doing plenty!” you argued back, your voice rising higher than you anticipated. you ran a hand down your face. “i’m sorry, tophie. i’m just really busy right now—”
your voice was interrupted by a harsh scoff from your stubborn girlfriend, her arms folding across her chest defensively.
“yeah—i fucking know that. you’ve been busy all damn day.”
you turned to raise a brow at her. “don’t give me that attitude, honey—”
“and don’t call me honey when you haven’t even acted like a good partner at all today!” she yelled even louder, her body shaking from all the frustration that had built up.
that’s when you got up, giving her your full attention — but not in the way she wanted.
“excuse me? what did you just say to me?”
“you heard me alright,” she spat back. “i’ve been wanting something—anything from you all day. a kiss... or... or maybe even a hug! but i was respecting you and your business and didn’t want to make you look unprofessional. now that you finally have a second, you’re still giving me none of it!”
her words made you recoil.
“not acting like a good partner?” you repeated, your voice dropping from a yell to a broken quiet. “toph, i am running myself into the ground trying to keep this place afloat. i’m doing this for us. for our future. so excuse me if i’m a little distracted when the supplier tries to screw us over on shipping costs!”
toph didn’t back down. what did you expect? she never did.
she stepped closer, jabbing a finger to your chest as her eyes drifted a little past your shoulder. “i don’t care about the supplier right now! i care about the fact that i’ve been sitting in the corner like a piece of furniture all day. i don’t need a whole grand gesture. i needed two seconds of you acknowledging i exist!”
“i know you exist!” you snapped, rubbing your temples as a headache began to pulse behind your eyes. “but i can’t just drop everything the second you want a hug! i have responsibilities!”
“oh, so wanting to touch my girlfriend makes me a distraction? a chore on your checklist?” her voice cracked, a rare, vulnerable break in her tough rock of a shell. “fine. message received. go back to your precious papers.”
she turned on her heel with every intention to stomp back all the way home. but through her feet, she felt the way your heart raced in a panic.
before she could go out of reach, your hand shot out, grabbing her wrist.
“toph, wait. please.”
her back was still turned to you, stiff.
“i’m sorry,” you whispered. “i’m so tired. i’m failing at the shop, and now i’m failing you, and i just... i don’t have anything left in the tank today. i shouldn’t have yelled.”
there was a long, painful pause, and you weren’t entirely sure how toph was going to react.
toph’s shoulders slumped, her anger replaced by that same craving of just… wanting your attention. except now she felt ten times guiltier.
she hated when you got like this. she hated that she couldn’t see your face to know exactly how bad it was, but the way your breath shook told her enough.
slowly, she turned to you.
she didn’t say anything as she stepped into your space, crowding your body with hers as she slumped her head against your shoulder. she sighed softly, her strong arms wrapping you in a tight hug that you returned easily.
atlast. she finally got to hold you.
“you’re not failing the shop,” she grumbled softly, keeping her eyes shut as she soaked in your warmth and smell. “and you’re not failing me. you’re just.. bein’ an idiot who doesn’t know when to take a break.”
you let out a tired laugh, your hand rubbing her back up and down. you knew how much she liked it. “yeah. you’re probably right.”
“i’m always right,” she murmured, voice growing softer in ways that made your heart ache.
“now shut up and just hold me for five minutes. the paperwork can wait.”
warnings: 18+ nsfw, pure filthy smut, no seriously it’s just smut, meandom!toph, sadist vampire!toph, sub!reader, mirror sex, fingering, g!p toph, p in v sex, hair pulling, degradation, face slapping, blood sucking, manhandling, condescending praise, toph is kinda evil
summary: prev. part here. hmm a summary.. honestly?? just lesbian vampire porn. enjoy!
author’s note: vampires don’t have reflections, and they can also shapeshift.. used these to my advantage. 🙈
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the second the word “yes” left your mouth, you flinched in advance, arms over your face. you’d expected her to lunge at you the moment permission was granted, but you only heard her slow footsteps as she stepped further into your room.
you lowered your arms, watching her as she calmly dragged a lazy hand over your walls, like she was tracing the perimeter of your room. when she started getting closer to you, you nervously staggered back until the back of your thighs bumped against the edge of your bed.
she continued her odd pacing, continuously feeling your walls and what they held, until her finger met glass. she stopped, swiping it across to leave a smudged fingerprint behind.
she hummed, not looking up at you, “does this mirror face your bed, princess?”
you blinked, confused at this turn of conversation. seriously? one second ago she looked like she was about to end your life, and now she was asking about your furniture placement?
“uh,” you stared at her, a little lost, “um, yes? it’s a wall mirror, i can pretty much see most of my room in it. it’s useful.”
“is that so?” she tapped her index against it, a chill-inducing smile setting on her lips, “that’s good.”
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“ah! mmph! t-toph please—” you sobbed, words slurred, tears streaming down your face. she was sat on the edge of your bed, having pulled you into her lap, your back flush against her clothed chest. you were stripped bare, your expensive gown ripped to shreds by her claws, as you shamefully bounced on her fingers.
her free hand grabbed your left tit, pushing you closer to her as she slotted her chin on your shoulder. she cooed in your ear, “aw, poor baby, can’t even get off without me? what are you, a teenager?”
you sniffled, flush with embarrassment, “i-i’m not— ah!” your protests were cut short when her thumb joined in to press on your swollen clit, dragging loud moans out of your quivering lips.
“so cute,” she licked a strike up your neck, fondling your soft breast, the speed of her fingers not letting up. “eyes on the mirror, princess.”
the sight only made you want to cry harder, utterly humiliated.
from your position, you were forced to watch yourself get fucked by seemingly nothing, her reflection invisible on the huge mirror, your legs spread wide, watching your sopping wet cunt in full view as it stretched in and out with each thrust of her pale digits, your slick dripping off you in filthy strings.
“wish i could see you,” she nipped at your nape, “i’m sure you look so pretty right now.”
her hand let go of your chest, sliding up to your throat, feeling the skin there.
then all her movements came to a halt.
you whimpered, hips rolling in frustration, confused, “t-toph? please— agh!”
you gasped, crying out in pain as her calloused fingers gave you a sharp squeeze, crushing your windpipe for a second. “is that makeup?” she asked, swiping at the melted foundation you applied earlier, now mixed with the sweat that collected on your collarbones.
you stammered pathetically, “i-i had to! if my father saw those marks, i would be dead.”
“and?” she replied coolly, like that was only some minor inconvenience. “who said you could cover them up?”
you were baffled by her audacity; was she even listening to you? she wasn’t even supposed to leave them there in the first place! you’d made that boundary clear time and time again, and it was quite literally the reason why you didn’t come to her tonight. you took a second to arrange your thoughts, deciding to take this moment to give her a piece of your mind.
not even one syllable managed to make it out of your mouth before she abruptly resumed her pace, even more brutal than earlier. you screamed, crying, writhing on her lap, “toph! it hurts, it—”
she instantly grabbed your jaw, roughly setting your face back in front. “i said, eyes on the mirror.”
you could only sob, eyes barely kept open, your vision clouding as you watched the reflection of your thighs spasm, your drooling pussy clenching around her invisible fingers.
“g-gonna cum,” you whined, overstimulated. her hand rested on the side of your head so she could feel the taut muscles of your eyelids; if she felt your eyes fluttering shut, she’d extend her claws again, digging into the skin of your temple to snap them wide open.
she crooned mockingly, nipping at your earlobe, “cum? already? do you have no self control, doll?”
“p-please— ah!” you gasped when her fingers deliciously curled inside you, prodding at that spongy spot, and with a sharp cry, your thighs shook uncontrollably as you came all over her hand, ears ringing with pleasure.
she growled, “fucking slut.” she immediately pulled her fingers out, angrily shaking them dry off your wetness, the droplets flying everywhere, some landing on your face, “who the fuck told you you could cum?”
you mumbled tiredly, eyes half shut as you looked at your limp body in the mirror, already spent from this orgasm, her words fading into a distant buzz in the background. you started relaxing in her grasp, when the same hand she just fingered you with suddenly fisted your hair, sharply rolling you off her and into the bed.
you cried out, clutching your scalp, and the stickiness of her fingers only made the strands cling more stubbornly to her grip, so you couldn’t help but let out an agonizing scream as she roughly yanked her hand off.
she didn’t seem to care the slightest bit about your crying. you sobbed, sitting back on your heels, trying to soothe the burning pain at your roots.
toph gave you no second to breathe, her hand slamming against your mouth as she pushed you to lay down on the bed, pinning you under her, muffling your pained wails.
you sniffled, staring into her white eyes with raw, unadulterated fear; her pupils had thinned into slits, and even though she was blind, terror seized your limbs under her heavy gaze.
she licked her fangs, and all the prayers you knew started tumbling out of your mouth.
“l-lord and heavenly father— augh!” you cried as she grabbed your jaw, twisting your head to the side so harshly that you swore your neck muscles tore. she smoothed down the now taut skin, your veins throbbing as all the blood rushed to your brain.
she hissed as she felt the full, bulging vessels under her fingertips, and even though your head was held down in that angle where you couldn’t see her, you felt her saliva dripping on the exposed patch of skin.
you were going to die. you absolutely were.
you squeezed your eyes shut, awaiting the fatal bite, but it didn’t come.
you waited more. still nothing.
her hand was still holding your head in that uncomfortable arch, so you couldn’t tell what expression she had on her face or what she was thinking.
her grip suddenly went slack.
you swallowed nervously, slowly turning your head her way. she was still staring you down so intensely you wanted to die, but she looked a bit more pensive now, her features slightly softened. you tried analyzing her facial changes, a little hopeful.
she scoffed, feeling your gaze on her, and gave you a rough slap on the cheek, whipping your head to the other side, “i’m just thinking of what i should do with you, you whore. don’t take my silence for mercy.”
you whimpered, redness blossoming on the tingly spot, too scared and still dazed from your earlier climax to really process anything else, “i-i’m sorry..”
she gave you another slap, lazier than the first, but just as firm. “you will be.”
this whole time, while you were completely naked, she had stayed clothed through it all. so when her hands finally hooked around the waistband of her pants, your entire body jolted with excitement and need, snapping you out of your post-orgasm haze. you watched her eagerly, eyes zoomed in on her crotch.
that is, until you noticed something weird.
you squinted, puzzled at what you were seeing. was that a bulge? it was a bulge. but she didn’t have a—
“you’re quiet,” she huffed out a small laugh, “see something you like?”
your doubts were confirmed when she slid her bottoms down, a girthy cock straining against her underwear, clear as day. you were totally baffled, too many questions flooding your mind. since when did she have one? she had scissored you just yesterday! you were sure she had a pussy. how the hell—
“interesting,” she hummed, tugging her briefs down and letting her cock spring up, “did your legends not tell you vampires can shapeshift?”
you frowned, even more lost, “they did, but i thought you could only transform into bats or something. not… this.”
“that’s cute.” she smiled down at you, languidly stroking herself, “get on all fours.”
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she didn’t even wait for you to properly assume the position.
as soon as she heard the rustling of the sheets under you as you flipped over, she instantly grabbed your hips, lifting them up to her liking, and struck into you without delay, making you choke on your screams.
“mgh! toph!” you cried out, her thrusts hard and fast from the get-go, your elbows giving out only a few seconds in, as your face plopped into the mattress, sobbing into the sheets.
“so good,” she exhaled through her nose, pounding you with punishing precision, “you’re so fucking wet, you’re sucking me right in.”
her chest met with your back, as she angled herself to fuck into you even deeper, her hand brushing your hair off your neck to lick at the sweaty flesh.
you uselessly moaned into the mattress, desperately clutching the sheets, tears freely streaming down your face.
“so sweet,” she pressed a hot kiss to your neck, before sinking her fangs into the soft skin.
your voice was too hoarse to scream anymore, so you just quietly sobbed, eyes fluttering shut, the sting of her teeth pairing with the abuse of your cervix, the pain so unbearable it sent sparks of pleasure up your spine.
the flared tip of her cock stretching your velvety walls, the lewd sounds of her sucking your blood off, her needy moans as she fed on you, the sustenance in turn making her fuck you even harder..
your eyes rolled so far back you thought you’d gone blind.
“mmph.. toph..” you whimpered weakly, feeling lightheaded. she was taking too much blood.
“mhm..” she grumbled, savoring every last drop, “just a bit more..”
“p-please.. i..”
she reluctantly latched off your neck with a wet pop, soothing the bite with a few kitten licks.
she sighed, delighted, all traces of her earlier anger gone. “wow, there really is nothing like royal blood.”
you only helplessly mewled, the blood loss left you too tired to even speak.
“such a good girl,” she cooed, kissing your ear, “your blood’s so delicious, it’s got me all invigorated now. since i’m feeling merciful tonight, i guess i could pay you back for the feast.”
before you had a chance to even register her words in your mind— let alone understand or question them — her firm hands hooked under your hips, hiking them up higher and spreading your cheeks wider.
on your mother’s grave, you could feel her in your fucking womb — not even your cervix anymore.
“there we go,” loud broken moans were somehow coaxed out of your fried voicebox. she slid her hand down to draw circles on your clit, adding to the roaring fire in your abdomen, “come for me, princess.”
your vision flashed white.
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* oh vampire toph i will miss writing you.. she’s so sexy i wish she’d kill me
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