ִ ࣪᧔ෆ᧓ - haii my name is brejia and im eighteen years old, im afro - indigenous, im bisexual. i love atla, tlok, jjk and tlou.
im not good at writing stories like that because my english is not that good but i can come up with a good ass story idea tho.
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“…how’d you do it?” his voice rough, heavy from sleep and rubs the top of your head.
in response you sigh, both of you waking up from a rough night “what?”
“t’get me to fall in love with you” he caresses your cheek and plants a peck on your forehead. “i didn’t tell you, but you know i swore off love after my late wife passed” you brows knit together.
you shrug and he kisses your temple, pulling you closer to his wide chest. “I don’t know ji” “was probably your damn attitude” he grunts.
“you saved me ma, seriously” he puts his face in your hair and takes a deep breath “love ‘ya.”
“mm, love you too ji” you mumble against his chest and kiss it lightly. “can I have—“ “no toji, stop tryna manipulate me” he chuckles. “just kidding, but seriously what’s for breakfast?” “doordash it toji, my legs hurt”
he smiles “all that i did for you, ‘n you still dunno how to thank me?” you sigh as his hands slide down from your back to your thighs as he slowly kneads his fist into the right places.
he nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck placing light but long kisses there. “tojiii” you whine out. “mhm?” “fine fine, what do you want?” he grins against your neck.
“anythin’, i love yer cooking mama” he slides his arms around your waist.
“Baby, I need my nails done”, you say looking at your hands. It’s been almost a month since you’ve got them done and you’ve already picked out your next set. You’ve been feeling the color blue as of late; it’s slowly becoming your signature. Nanami was engrossed in whatever he’s always doing on his laptop so, he didn’t hear you at first. “Kento”, you say flatly and that made his ears perk up. “I’m sorry, darling. What did you say? I was finishing up the last of this report”.
“I said that I needed to get my nails done”, you say making your way to couch. His eyes watched you from the office area that’s in the back of your living room. “Yea, you want me to make a house call or do you want to make an appointment?”, Nanami says pulling out his other phone. “I kinda want to make a house call, I don’t want to leave the house just yet”. He nods and starts to text your nail tech. You’ve could’ve done it yourself but he likes doing things for you. It makes him happy to see you at peace. After a few minutes of silence, he sends you an Apple Pay of $600. “Babeeeee”, you squeak in surprise. You get up and straddle his lap, smothering his face in kisses. He chuckles and adjusts you in his lap. “You’re welcome, 🌻. After your nails are done, we’re going shopping. You like that, 🌻?”, Nanami says after you finish peppering his face in basically a hundred kisses. “I swear that you are just too good to me. I love you so much, my darling ”, you state as you stare down at him. His eyes darken, “I love you more, my love”.
He places your arms around his neck and grips your hips. Smirking slightly, you bring your lips to his. Nanami brings you closer to his chest, deepening the kiss. You instantly melt into it. Several minutes pass before you both decide to break apart for air. “You want me to make the call now?”, he says as his forehead is on yours. You’re still catching your breath, panting slightly. Nanami always manages to take your breath away, whether it be physically or metaphorically. As he’s waiting for your answer, he rubs circles into your lower back. “Yea, you can do that. I wanna cook something for you first.. it’s almost time for lunch.”, you finally say after catching your breath. “You don’t have to cook”. You roll your eyes, playfully. “I’m cooking, you just don’t want me to get out of ya’ lap”. He chuckles and pecks your lips quickly, “I love having you in my arms, is that such a crime?”. This made you smile and respond, “Of course not. You know I can never get enough of you”.
i’ve recently been thinking about katara bending some water as a strap 🤔 or toph with metal
katara bending water for her strap and making sure it maintains its liquid form so when she thrusts it in, you can feel the ripples rubbing against your sweet spot and toe-curling contrast of the cool water against your hot insides...
toph would definitely make a strap out of metal for you! it'd be a labour of love as well to ensure it's bended well and smooth and idk...maybe she can make it vibrate? 👀
sub g!p reader x top katara who uses you as her toy and doesn't let you cum until she tells you to and is overall mean but only because she knows you like it and she gets suuuper soft in aftercare!!
katara bouncing on it, her pussy clenching around you beautifully while her tits rise and fall with every lift of her thighs. she's smiling down at you, a little drunk off the power she has over you as she praises you—calling you "good" and cooing at how you're doing so well for her.
every time she feels your hips jerk up desperately, tears streaming down your cheeks as another orgasm sits within reach, she goes still and warns you not to cum. that she hasn't given you permission and that you'll be punished if you disobeyed her. and that only makes you want it more despite how you sob pitifully, balls tight and heavy as your cock throbs within her tight cunt, urgently needing relief.
katara doesn't let you cum until she's shivered through two of her own, light fingers on her swollen clit as she makes a mess over your pelvis and lower stomach. the sight of her lost in ecstasy nearly ends you, gorgeous in her pleasure and it's here that you hope begging works once more—you need to cum in her, you'll lose your mind.
and katara finally lets you, smiling as she cups your chest and squeezes, pinches your peaked nipples as she slams down and clenches harshly around your cock and you're gone—vision darkening, back arching sharply as your scream gets lost in your throat.
when you come to, you're trembling, hiccuping as tendrils of heavy pleasure still rush through you. katara's already looking after you, having jumped right into aftercare as she gently cleans you down and carefully helps you drink water. all the while, she's telling you how you've done such a good job, how you're amazing and she's so proud of you and you sink safely into the fuzzy space in the arms of the woman you love so deeply and who loves you just as deep.
katara would be the type to pull you onto her lap so she can rest her chin over your shoulder and idly play with your fingers. she'll trail absentminded kisses up your neck and behind your ears, even when she's in the middle of conversations.
if she's feeling a bit feral, you'll get a bite here and there and a few firm squeezes to your hips.
authors note : first time writing smut in literary forever, ntm on me ok.. still learning 🙇🏽♀️ advice is appreciated! NOT proofread + mdni
Your husband, the all oh mighty, Husband!Aang is an eater, for lack of better wording.
You were simply talking to suki, about an upcoming adventure you and the gaang have coming up. What you hadn't realized yet, was the wandering aang behind the corner of the southern air temple's pillars.
Even though you hadn't, Suki did. “Is that aang behind you?” she questioned, which made your head turn around to see him staring at the two of you, before ducking fully behind the pillar.
Jaw clenching with irritation, as you walked towards the pillar, aang looked towards you with a sympathetic look.
“I'm sorry.. I-i just missed you! Okay? And you guys were talking for too long.” he stammered, hands reaching towards yours in a soft hold. “Aang.. I left for 2 seconds.” you spoke sternly, not falling for his sadness, which made him frown.
His hands tighten around yours slightly, not enough to hurt just firm. Aang started to pull you away from the pillar, and from the confused suki a few feet away.
“Sorry suki! I'll tell you later!” whisper yelling as to not bother the monks, who were minding their business, meditating. Though Aang didn't care much, he was the avatar god sakes, who cares if he needs his wife now.
He opened the door of some random meeting room, it was usually for important things of course but, you're important to him.. So he wasn't exactly using the room wrong. The door closed quietly behind him, the lock sound echoing in your ears.
About to speak back, maybe yell at aang about how inappropriate that was, before your hips were grabbed by aang, placing your onto the cold stone table.
“Aang!” you whispered, pushing his shoulders away slightly, needing a moment to stop the thoughts running in your head. He whined as he leaned down into your soft, and plum neck, placing needy kisses along your collarbone.
His kisses led up onto your jaw, sliding up onto your ear. “Pleaseplease..let me, I'll be quick, I promise.” You knew damn well that the whole promise was a lie, aang couldn't help but be slow with you, always making sure your pleasure was his top priority.
Though you couldn't resist your poor husband, especially when his hands would glide under your robes, pressing onto the soft part of your inner thighs. “Mmhm okay.. Just be quick this time, please?” you begged, even though you knew he wouldn't.
It's the thought that counts. He nodded eagerly, both his hands spread the robes that had his colors apart, the orange, blue and white always looking gorgeous on you. The colors of your robes also claimed you as his without him needing to try to.
Aang didn't hesitate to get down onto his knees, looking up at you as he spread your legs apart even more, his fingers hooked onto the lace of your garments to the side. His eyes fully on the already slick cunt in front of him, looking between your thighs like you were food before getting devoured.
Hands reached toward the lower part of your stomach, pressing softly enough to not hurt, but firmly enough that you felt his strength, fingers were so close to your cunt but aang as the boy he is, wouldn't touch just yet.
“Aang.. please, dont tease..” You hummed, fingers gently grabbing onto his head, trying to push his mouth closer to you, desperately rolling your hips towards his face. “I know baby, I know, I'm sorry, my girl is just so pretty.” He cooed, smiling up at your whiny form.
“Sorry my ass.” you murmured, rolling your eyes as you turned your gaze away from his, did aang really think you wouldn't notice the way his ears perked up when he'd tease you? How his marks would glow just slightly but enough to notice.
Or perhaps even, the way his cock would subtly throb behind his robes, or when he'd grow harder inside you?? Tsk tsk.. Aang could tell the teasing was getting to you, the way tears were already forming at the corners of your eyes.
Soo.. like the good boy he was, he dove into you with his tongue like no other. You looked down, trying to hold back the tears of pleasure.
“Fuckf-fuck.. Mhmmhm, aang..! S-so good!-” you moaned out, back hitting the back of the desk, as your thighs wrapped around his head even tighter.
But he continued on like you knew he would, his face pressed closer, tongue lapping up at your folds like he couldn't get enough, on top of that his fingers were teasing the bud of your cunt, clearly overestimating you a little bit.
“Am i a good boy.. Pleaseplease tell me I'm your good boy.” he spoke whiningly, wanting your praises, his whiny voice vibrating from your legs alll the way up to your chest.
Trying to speak back was not really possible right now, trust you wanted to praise him and his tongue so badly, but all that came out were gasps of air, practically mute for the moment since he just wouldn't let up.
A few moments passed with silence, well not really, besides your gasps for air, on top of your moans and the slurping sounds aang was making every few seconds, it was quiet.
He was probably confused why you were quiet, not realizing how good he was pleasing you right now, he finally let up for a single moment to look up at you, thighs still wrapped around his head tightly.
“Y-yesyes-nfghh- please.. Y-your my good boy, so good for me.. Yeah?” you coaxed, which made him satisfied enough, to which he continued to eat you out passionately. “Fuckfuck s-so close! Mmngh aang..please just l-likee.. That mmhm” you breathed out.
Letting one of your hands slide down your stomach towards his head, pulling him in closer as your orgasm was sooo close.
Thighs wrapping around him even tighter now, you were scared he couldn't breathe but the way his marks started to glow, as he eagerly continued lapping at your slick cunt told you otherwise.
He clearly was right where he wanted to be, if he really wanted to he could push your thighs away with ease, but instead as the good husband he is, he lets you do as you please to him even if he couldn't or could breathe.
After a few moments of your moans and whimpers begging him to keep going.
You grabbed onto his head, as hard as possible, while you came, screaming out his name. You were like 100% sure everyone in the palace heard your screams.
Though he didn't stop, instead he continued bobbing his head up and down, side to side, while both his free hands grabbed onto your hips for support.
“A-aang please.. Sensitive still! pleaseplease! “ You begged and pleaded, not using the safe word but still asking, at this point you're not even sure if he heard you, from how hard your thighs were wrapped around his head, covering his ears.
Trying to push his head away from you, or even push his hands, that were gripping a bit tightly now on you away. He finally let up, not sure if you were actually hurt, or just.. He doesn't know, a part of the foreplay or something? He's just a babeh/ref
“Sorry! I'm sorry, sosorry..” He reassured you, pulling away and back up, wiping his mouth before pulling you into a kiss. “I'm sorry, I love you.. Are you hurt? D-do you wanna stop? We can- i dont mind really, i–”
He stammered on and on, innocently— or well, I guess as innocent as he could, with your cum and his saliva mixed with sweat running down his neck towards his chest.
“I'm okay.. Promise, I dont wanna stop, yeah?” You hummed softly, pressing a kiss to his neck while your hand reached towards his painfully, throbbing cock, you tried to not make it obvious, but who cares really, though he did jump a bit, not expecting your hands there.
“Let me help you.. Hm?” voice cooing into his ear, hands squeezing his cock firmly.
“Mhm mhm! Please..” he whiningly spoke, eagerly nodding up and down, trying to mask the moan he had to bite back.
you tell aang you wanna break up with him and he acts like he's a good sport about it but he's showing up to your house everyday, still sleeping in your bed and holding you close and definitely still fucking you so so deep and whispering sweet nothings and even sweeter promises in your ear to the point you're the one asking him to try again
aang lazily fucking you while you're both laying on your sides, his face tucked into the crook of your neck so his pants are warm and damp against your sweat-slick skin. he's got two fingers in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue to muffle sweet noises you're making due to how well his cock is hitting you deep ahd keeping you nice and full.
"shh," he hushes, his other hand splayed across your stomach and pushing down so you can feel the slight bulge of his cock in there, your eyes rolling back. "keep quiet, my love. wouldn't want everyone else to hear us."
as if the loud and noisy squelches of your sopping cunt being bullied by aang's thick cock hasn't already woken the rest of your friends up.
— 𝜗𝜚⋆ your cat can’t read the room and trots in anyway because she’s hungry.
the room smells of sweat, sex and love. you don’t know how many times he’s made you come, lost count after the 3rd time. all you can really think about is the weight of his body caging yours, pushing you both deeper into the mattress, the sheets wrap loosely around his legs, yours tight around his waist, locked and refusing to let up.
the sounds of skin slapping echoed the room, rang through your ears loudly, but his pace didn’t falter, if anything it got faster then slowed just enough to have you whining in frustration. his fists, slightly bawled, rest on either side of your hips.
“always feels good when you’re wrapped around my cock, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice raspy and slightly broken, a small chuckle vibrates against your neck when your hand flies up, grabbing the back of his arm tightly. “that’s it, hold onto me, i ain’t going anywhere and neither are you, babygirl.”
true to his word, he doesn’t let you go anywhere, keeps his hard chest practically pinned down against yours, thrusts slow and rhythmic. your nails sink into this skin of his arms deeper each time he slides back in, cock stretching you out perfectly. “just like that,” you whine, hands slipping from his arms to his sides, nails raking up and down the skin there before making their way back to his arms; where you cling tighter. “love you.” you murmur softly into his shoulder when he presses his face deeper into the crook of your neck.
“love you, honey,” he pants, grinding his hips against yours slowly to the point your lips part in a silent moan and the arch of your back has your tits pressing harder to hist chest. an action he welcomes happily because he’s groaning and growling into the small space of your neck, fisting at the sheets when your cunt clenches around his cock. “my angel, could stay like this forever, so warm, wanna stay buried in you for the rest of my life.”
neither of you hear the slight creaking sound of the door at first, completely absorbed in each other too much to care, too in tune with meeting each others thrusts to feel the subtle chill soaking in and then suddenly when it’s only the soft sounds of both your moans, a loud meow rips through the entire room.
his body stills completely at the sound, slowly lifts his head from your neck, you see his hooded first but you can also see the hint of confusion lingering beneath as he looks down at you. “the hell?” he mutters hoarsley, turning his head so slow you’d think he’s broken.
sitting completely still in the bedroom doorway is your cat, tail swishing behind her with a slowness that only happens with two things. one, she’s doing it to spite you both. or two, she’s hungry and demands all the attention in the world. “you’ve got to be kidding me,” he scoffs, albiet no anger or annoyance behind his words.
your cat stares, almost like she knows what she’s ruining and does it all over again. meow!
his eyes narrow at the second meow, and his hands finally move from beside your hips to your stomach, dragging them down slowly before sighing in defeat. “okay, she’s not kidding.”
“no, she isn’t.”
“i fed her before we even came in here!” he huffs but makes no effort to move. hell, he hasn’t even made a single move to pull out of you either.
“that was before, and now she’s hungry again, so go on,” you pause, grinning up at him smugly. “time to feed your daughter, daddy.” you teased, giggling with a choked gasp at the way his cock twitches inside you. “oh?”
his eyes widen slightly at your seductive tone and shakes his head quickly “nope, no, we aren’t doing this. m’gonna go feed her like the royal diva pain demands.”
your giggle doesn’t last long, a warm melodic sound turns into a whine when he’s pulling his cock out slowly with a wet pop! your walls flutter around nothing while your eyes, despite being hooded and dazed, followed him. lingered on the firm muscle of his ass when he slipped off the bed, before widening, a shy smile on your face, at the sight of his cock despite seeing it so many times. still hard, angry red, slick with your wetness.
“nothing you haven’t seen before, sweetheart,” he catches that look on your face while tugging on a pair of boxers, the fabric rubbing against him causes him to hiss. “i’ll be back soon, honey, don’t miss me too much.”
by the time he slipped out of the door, leaving you alone, aside from the muttered words coming from him in the kitchen, you slumped back down onto the bed, chest still heaving but you didn’t move to run after him. your thighs still tingled, twitched at the reminder of him being inside of you not that long ago.
sighing softly, you turned onto your side, curling up and smiling to yourself into the pillow. the sounds of his muttering and sighs getting louder. and you can’t help the laughter that leaves your lips at his sudden panicked shout.
“no! stop! we use the litterbox not the floor, oh my god! she’s gonna hate me, use the litterbox please!, honey, the litterbox, right there! oh you hate me so much that you want her to hate me too huh?”
ꮼ DO YOU LIKE THIS POSITION, DO YOU LIKE THIS POSITION !
cw: penetrative sex, detailed sexual positions, orgasms mentioned, fingering + eating combo, cunnilingus, strap-on use, freaked-out Sokka, men who yearn, not proofread.
ⓘ Featuring Aang, Zuko, Sokka, Toph, and Katara having very special, very favorite positions.
ⓘ AANG !
He got you in missionary once & has been addicted ever since.
He'll always be down for anything you ask for—but missionary is his go-to. From how easy it is to whisper in your ear, kiss your face, or massage your breast, he loooves it so much.
His favorite thing about missionary, though, is that whenever his thrusts hit just right, your nails will start digging in his back & leave red streaks as little secret reminders.
ⓘ ZUKO !
Zuko is easy to please; he likes every position you throw at him, but by far, spooning is his favorite.
One of the biggest reasons he likes spooning so much is the limited time before duty, or before resting, that you actually have to be intimate—he likes how sex never feels like a quickie even when that's mostly what you have time for.
Early in the morning? He can kiss your shoulder and whisper how pretty you look, taking all of him, and make sure you get breakfast in bed before going to work.
Late at night? He can feel you arch against him as you tell him how your day went—it doesn't matter what you're doing; if you're pressed up against him, thigh hiked over his hip, he's in heaven.
ⓘ SOKKA !
He cannot pick a favorite position for the life of him, so he likes to fuck in lotus & face off interchangeably.
They can be very similar depending on his mood & typically end with you moaning in each other's ears or making out, trying to drown out each other's noises.
If he wants to have something more intimate, he'll guide your legs to hook around his waist & try to kiss all over your skin between whimpers in lotus—or in face-off, he'll get a little less thoughtful with his thrusts & end up rougher than usual.
It depends on your moods, if you've been teasing each other, or if you just ask him to be rougher, but he likes both of those equally.
ⓘ TOPH !
Toph pulls the fingering & eating combo—that way, she can pull back to tease you and still be giving you stimulation.
She'll stop sucking or licking at your clit whenever she feels you tensing to tease you for finishing so quickly, as if she weren't putting her all into making you feel good.
Her favorite part is that she can pull off & talk you through it, though. Driving you crazy with just a little bit of dirty talk, it makes you both feel comfortable to giggle & deepen your connection.
She'll use her free hand to intertwine with yours & squeeze whenever she's really in the zone of munching—she's an expert with her fingers, taking great pleasure in the whines you make when she curls them just right.
ⓘ TOPH & HER STRAP !
Toph tries to be open to whatever you suggest but was very skeptical when you brought up buying a strap-on for the bedroom until you helped her put it on one night & rode her till your legs gave out.
The girl loves cowgirls, how your hands tremble holding yourself up, the whines of her name, and how you'll collapse into her chest whenever you're close, moaning against her neck & she can thrust her hips into yours to coax out louder noises.
She'll always stroke your back after you finish & is deeply grateful she agreed to buy the strap-on with you.
ⓘ KATARA !
She loves it whenever you sit on her face.
Her hands curl around your thighs, helping you roll your hips into a slow grind while her tongue explores your body—it's always so hot to know she's the reason your thighs are shaking.
Sometimes she'll trail a hand up to knead one of your breasts, eating harder whenever little gasps start to escape your lips for her.
Her favorite part of it is whenever you're getting close and start pulling at her hair & show her how much you need her.
ⓘ KATARA & HER STRAP !
She wanted to add some heat to the bedroom and picked out the prettiest sky blue strap to use on you—in every damn position she could think of. The position she'd had the best luck in was doggy style.
It's comfortable; she can rub your back, let you rock your hips back against her while adjusting & muffle yourself into your pillows.
She'll kiss your back when you're getting close & coo that you should let go for her and get so ecstatic whenever you finish.
♡ˎˊ˗ wc: 2.6k ┆ compared to your hunk of a really pretty girlfriend—you really were pretty out of shape. one lap around her metalbending academy gets you almost passing out. it's something that you genuinely wanted to work on. and so, toph beifong’s solution?
was to fuck you until you're fit.
content: MDNI. smut. g!p toph. english, author suck. 2nd person pov. lowercase for estetik. mix but mainly toph's perspective of you. f!nger!ng, r!receiving. creamp1e. wrap it before you tap it, hoes. breed1ng k1nk, as per usual. tu₥₥y bulge. c0ckdrunk reader. short asf. self-indulgent. part 1 of ?. unfit, non-bender reader. her body is ambiguous. edg1ngg. overst1mulat!on. toph is kinda possessive? if you squint. she's kinda mean lol but she loses her mind really. also, reader may have reached subspace. heavy inspo from daddy tonycries :pp. THIS IS NOT SCIENTIFICALLY ACCURATE. but if this is how i'm going to get my exercise, yall gonna catch me with the biggest muscles lol.
a/n: read someone's post about small lettering so i apologize for my previous posts being like that lol. as a girly with -6.00 prescription, i will now be avoiding it in the actual body of my fics TvT. also, i'm so torn between my drafts that's why it's taking so long to post anything grahhh. +luteal phase suggs ass.
compared to your hunk of a really pretty girlfriend—you really were pretty out of shape. one lap around her metalbending academy gets you almost passing out. it's something that you genuinely wanted to work on. and so, toph beifong’s solution?
was to fuck you until you're fit.
“ahh—hah,” you gasp as toph feels your walls flutter around her fingers.
you feel, sound, and smell so good right now that it's unbearable for her rock-hard cock. she's been prepping you for a few minutes, but you're still so tight despite the slick dripping down her hand. your back arches as her fingertips prod at that rough patch on the front of your walls, “not there—toph please—”
she chuckles in your sweat-slicked neck, her left arm around your waist tightening as she pins you down to keep you from squirming out and from her touch. your hands despairingly clutch her shoulders, legs around her waist. your fingernails dig into her skin, giving her pleasure within the pain and sting.
“said you can't cum yet, so don't, ‘m sure you can do it yourself?” she mumbles as she laves her tongue all over your warm, salty skin.
she feels you shake your head as you cry out, “can't hold it—toph—”
“ya got this, mama, be good for me?” she shifts so she can say it right to your ear before licking your lobe. she feels you shudder, you must be feeling so much right now. she only smiles at the thought, before nibbling on your ear, leaving bite marks at her wake. she starts to scissor her fingers open to get you to open up, and you sob.
“nghhh—ha, please—gonna cum—”
did you just completely ignore her praise—? the approach does not seem to work, and toph changes her strategy.
“you're better than that, it's either this or you start training with my students,” the threat shuts you up as you bite your lower lip near to bleeding. you feel tears prickle and accumulate from the sheer effort not to come.
“yeah, that's it, cry, you must look so good right now,” she groans, imagining just how much pleasure your face is making. so skilled in the knowledge of your body. the thought that it's her breaking your composure apart goes straight to her weeping cock.
she angles her hand against your g-spot even better and she feels the muscles of your walls react with more clenching, your legs desperately shifting around her waist from the stimulation. her fingers glide in and out smoothly, your slick making everything slippery, she feels her calloused fingertips start to wrinkle from the sheer wetness. the squelch!—ing sounds amplifying with every back and forth pass through your quivering hole. so welcoming and practically sucking her fingers in with such eagerness that it makes her want to stuff you full of her length already. to feel you come around her cock and for her seed to fill you up. to knock you up properly. give her more earthbenders to train.
the filthy thoughts have her moaning lowly in your damp hair, her exhales warm.
you start to sniffle, and it only makes her feel hotter and flushed. she gives a particularly harsh thrust at your sensitive spot, her thumb finally making contact with your throbbing, neglected clit. it makes you gasp and squeak, “aaah—nghh—please…”
your walls start to quiver faster and the orgasm you’ve been staving off start to get unbearable and uncontrollable, “‘m gonna cum—gonna cum—gonna cum—” she feels your control start to slip as your back arches again, your head rolling back, saliva dripping at the edge of your lips, thighs starting to shake around her waist. and she stops moving, only putting light pressure at that bundle of sensitive nerves inside of your cunt.
“no—” you cry out, tears overspilling and trailing down your temple. your pussy’s fluttering doesn’t reach its climax and start to weaken. you hiccup as you try to breathe through it, trying to relax your bowed back.
toph could cum right then and there, her nose traces your cheek until she finds your tear streaked skin, and she laps at it, tasting its salt against your already salty, sweat-slicked skin, and her hums vibrate through your flesh, enjoying the taste of whatever you excrete.
she takes a deep breath before finding your lips and shoving her tongue in your mouth, making you taste your sweat and tears. it makes you even dizzier, already feeling the fatigue rack through your weak body as you take stuttering breaths after crying. you feel overstimulated, the lack of oxygen intensifying everything. toph pretty much shoves her tongue down your throat before sucking on your tongue and licking up the saliva at the edge of your lips that escaped the make out. she lays her mouth off of you, and starts to trail bites down your jaw, to your neck to your collarbones and down to your right tit, sucking at your areola and giving the underside of your boob a soft bite. the pain makes you whimper.
every single sound from you feeds her own arousal. her tip twitching and releasing pre continuously against your hipbone gently gliding to the side of your belly, excited to be buried home in your hot and tightly clenching walls.
she starts to move her hand again and it makes you whine, protesting against the overwhelming pleasure at every ministration from her, “too much—please—”
“we barely even started. unless you prefer waking up and running with my students tomorrow?”
“mm-mmh,” the objection leaves you close-mouthed, head shaking at the suggestion your girlfriend just gave you.
“mhm, thought so… my girlfriend will not be caught unfit and a bum,” she smiles against your skin before giving your neck a harsh bite with a punctuating thrust in you. you’re so soft she can just bite you everywhere.
all fight leaves your body as you let her have her way, sobbing every few seconds. but ultimately, you shut up as you focus on not cumming instead. more tears fill your eyes as the coil in your core tightens up again. your silence continues, all your efforts now put into ignoring her taunts and not cumming to get this over with. you haven't even reached a single high yet.
“that’s it? no more fight? you're no fun,” she tilts her head as she listens to your thumping heartbeat and drawing breaths. voice broken so good. pitchy, whiny. just the way she likes it.
“you’re a bully…” you sniffle, feeling the unfairness of the situation. your lover can be really mean sometimes.
“oh, but you love it, don’tcha?” she goads, her movements alternate between simply circling your g-spot and then striking it. her thumb hovering and barely rubbing your clit, and every time she applies pressure on it lightly, it gives a jolt that makes you sob and whine.
you shake your head, and she only amps up the stimulation. it makes you squirm in her hold, your walls clenching down desperately. toph tightens her hold on you and suddenly stops moving her hand, “fine, i'm getting off,” she smirks. but you haven't cummed yet.
so you protest—again, tightening your arms around her neck and whine straight in her ear, scrambling to keep her with you, “no—no—no, i'm sorry, i’ll be good—i’ll be good—i promise,” you practically sob, your heart rate increasing from the thought of being left high-strung. it will make you tired tomorrow but the sexual frustration would be worse.
“but you said you didn't love it,” her voice gets teasing again, whining like your objection hurts her.
you let out another sniffle, “‘m sorry, i love it, i love you—” your voice reaches that wet, wavering, and pleading register, the one that means you're truly at your wits’ end. and it heightens her need to bury herself until she can feel a bulge under your taut skin, full of her cum and her cock.
she resumes immediately, the need far too unbearable. she's just a woman, after all. you feel a different kind of coiling inside, and you just know that it's going to be a powerful crest, you try to warn her, “t—toph—g’nna squirt—ah—”
“then squirt,” you body seizes up as she gives one more powerful thrust in your slick cavern. you arch your spine, your head rolling back onto the pillow, jaw unhinging in a silent scream, hips gyrating to meet her thrusts and welcome your orgasm. waves of pleasure wash through your body from the center point of your convulsing pussy. your textured walls squeeze around her fingers in quick intervals, your release gushing out and spilling slick all over her hand and hips. her left arm goes a bit slack around you to let you fuck yourself and through your high on her fingers.
toph groans, feeling all the wetness get released out of your pretty cunt, “that's it, sooo wet—good girl.”
she kisses you again, finding your jaw slack. and she groans and moans with you, swallowing your noises, your cute and quivering whimpers, your sobs and whines from the overstimulation. by the time your walls start to cease their powerful clenching, the space between you and toph is soaked. some had trailed and splashed onto your navel. she gives your pussy a few more caresses and she leaves your entrance with a resounding pop! your walls clinging onto her fingers still.
she gives your tongue another suck before she brings her wet fingers to her mouth, savouring your release. eating you out will come later. she proceeds to tighten her hold on you and bury her face in your neck again, inhaling you. inhaling the mix of your scents off of your clammy skin.
still wet, the same hand now holds onto your hip, pushing you down as she shifts her position to settle her angry head on your wet, still quivering entrance. pussy lips raw and swollen and sodden.
your breathing is still stuttering, your body finally calming down from the powerful orgasm you just went though. you blink your eyes clear of tears before looking down on toph. her back muscles defined against the candlelight and moonlight, her put up but now disheveled hair the only thing you can see as she nuzzles your neck. she really has a thing for your scent.
“you there?” she asks as she listens to your heartbeat finally turn somewhat regular, your breathing stabilizing itself as much as it can. she can still feel and sense your muscles spasming and seizing up.
“mhm…” you hum half-heartedly, you still feel your body floating. the tips of your extremities buzzing. you tighten your hold on her to ground yourself somehow.
she digs her nose deeper in your skin, “mmm, you're going to have the fittest pussy after this,” she smiles, snickering lightly.
her hips start to rut to rub her rotund tip up and down your pussy lips, gathering up your slick and wetness all over. the very tip of her leaking head catching on the hood of your clit, making you both moan. she can hear how absent-minded you've gotten, you're definitely still floating. but it means you're letting go of your reservations.
she closes her unseeing eyes to prepare, but it always has her breathless when your warm and tight pussy welcomes her. the tight ring of muscle flutters around her tip before giving way, and after a bit of resistance, she feels her head pop in, and a small thrust gets her slipping and sliding her way up to the hilt. her mushroom head passes by and presses up to your g-spot. her cockhead nudging your cervix once fully seated. her tight and full balls slapping your ass. and when she shifts her right hand to palm against your navel, there she is. home.
exercise and all, this gives her a different sense of pride. and love. like you're made for her. and no one else can fit her so well. only you can get the chief of rcpd and master of earthbending suggest fucking as a way to get yourself some muscles. like she can just fuck her muscles to you, kek. it gets her delirious with how much you trust her. and it gives her another wave of pleasure. she can practically snap you in half. oh, spirits, you're perfect.
it only registers to her that she's been moving inside you while deep in her thoughts. her hips thrusting as if there's no tomorrow. your legs tight around her. your noises are slurred and you're definitely drooling. she bets your eyes are crossed right now. how did she even know that's a thing? well, she's not ignorant when it comes to your pleasure.
your insides are so warm, and tight. and soft. and squishy. and so fillable. it almost makes her emotional just how welcoming your cunt is. practically shaped to her cock. she groans, her pace stuttering as your walls clench around her.
exercise? without her? how could you even suggest such a thing? she remembers what started this. how you had said you wanted to have your own exercise routine. outside of hers. no fucking way. rejecting her suggestions to help you. and you had argued she's far too busy to become your trainer. you had pouted, saying you're a grown woman with your own life. but immediately gave in when she started to kiss you silly. no other being should ever lay their eyes on you while you're sweaty and breathing hard and probably so fucking delectable—
her hips start to move faster, not liking the fact that anyone would ever lay their eyes on you while you're gasping for air from fatigue, the way you are right now. before she forces herself to instead get lost in you. see how far she can take you.
“ssso good– mghaah—tophhh, hah, so deep—” your right hand slips from her neck, and you absent-mindedly press down on your bulging tummy on top of her hand, making toph groan and heave in your neck.
“yeah—i know mama, only cock that can get you like this, huh?”
you nod enthusiastically, completely cockdrunk and high, “mhm—mhm—ah—loveee it,” and toph uselessly shuts her eyes to fully immerse herself. the way her thick length enters you and leaves until only her head is inside and then shoving herself back in, sliding against your g-spot after every thrust that fills you to the brim. her weeping head leaving trails of white inside, making everything more slippery and noisy. your walls cling to her, not wanting her off and she loves the dragging feeling it gives.
“ya love it so much, let's make you a real mama?”
she asks, barely keeping herself together at every little flutter your walls give her. almost forgetting the main goal was to get you fit with her cock. not pregnant.
but then you agree so eagerly, “yes—yes—wan’ your babies, toph, wan’ it—”
“fu—uck!” and then she's cumming, her balls tightening as she feels her seed burst through her tip and paint your insides with it. the filthy noise becoming filthier, now more wet. she forces her hips to continue moving, to get you to another high. and you do so with a gasp. your walls clench so hard she almost can't fuck you through it. her cock spurting more when she feels you clamp and convulse around her.
“nghh—toph—so much,” you moan out, and she makes it her personal goal to keep all of her release inside you, pushing her hips flushed against your pelvis.
“fuck—make it take—take it—gonna make you a mama—” she groans grinding her cock inside of you to lengthen your high. the thought of you pregnant and swollen with her babies makes her shudder and spurt another weak burst of seed.
goal reached: you got your cardio, and she gets to fill you up.
.
.
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you wake up the next morning sore and as you try to get up, you hear toph's morning, teasing voice next to you, “awww, tired?”
“i’m going to ban you from our bed.”
i think i'm gonna die in this house. but yes, i'm going to continue this ;ppp. also crossposted on ao3!
backshots with eren are absolutely lethal. like, just imagine.
your head is completely buried into the pillow. eren has your back arched real good for him, one hand on your back to keep it that way. you huff out a moan which each of his thrusts, your slick painting his cock and slowly dripping down your thighs as he’s working your third orgasm. you lean yourself forward in an attempt to give yourself mercy, only for him pull you back all the way on his dick. any time you raise a hand to push him back or brace yourself, he slams it back down and tightens his grip on you. it’s all so dirty.
“fuck ren- i can’t- fuckkk…”
“uh uh, stop running. take this dick.”
he takes a hand and slaps your ass, adding to his collection of red/dark purple marks he’s created. you can barely hold yourself up and as bad as you wanna tap out, he just feels so good.
“s-so good…’s too much.”
and he wouldn’t stop anyway, the lewd sounds of your cunt squelching with every thrust and the view of your ass moving back against him is sending him to heaven. not only that, he knows you love this almost as much as he does.
“throw that ass back. yeah, just like that. my good little girl.”
no matter how rough he was you did what you were told and you took him so well, you really are such a good girl for him. your ass was slamming against him as you took every inch of him, you slurring your words and moaning out for him like a prayer.
“s-so wet..y’ make me so wet..”
and oh, he knows. no matter how much you joke around or are too embarrassed to admit it, eren goes to sleep at night knowing no one could ever have you screaming like this, only he knows how to have you soaked in a matter of seconds.
Quite overwhelmingly so that it has you shaking, arms locked tight around his neck as he gently pushes into you.
"Easy," Aang murmurs, a little breathless. "We've got to take it slow. Don't want to, ngh, hurt you."
A soft push of his hips feeds his cock in deeper and your eyes roll back at the pressure, cunt fluttering around his girth. It feels really good, already sitting so far in that you swear you can feel it in your throat. You swear you can taste him on your tongue, sweetness dancing on your taste buds.
"And, ah, if I said fuck taking it slow?" You pant out, biting back a whimper when his hands squeeze at your hips. "Hah, can't we just—?"
Aang shakes his head where it's nestled in the curve of your neck. He lays kisses upon your sweat-slick skin and bites down to leave marks that you'll be teased for tomorrow. But your nails get your revenge as they're already digging into his muscled back.
Bite marks for red lines.
A fair trade.
"Won't hurt you." He remains adamant on that and it warms your heart amidst the pounding arousal. "And it's fun to tease you. It gets you all worked up and I get to see how honest you get when you really want something."
You grow flustered at that, lightly hitting his back. "You can be a real ass—" You're suddenly gasping, back arching sharply when Aang pushes in more. He tilts your hips up so he can sink in and doesn't stop until his hips are flush against the plush of your ass.
"Fu—" Aang bites back, hiding his near-slip up into the bolt of your jaw.
You laugh, pleasure-high and already a little cock-drunk. "You almost swore." Your words are shaky, just like the rest of your body, from being filled so well and wholly.
"Almost," he stresses playfully before rocking into your slick heat and sending white-hot pleasure through you. "You can swear for the both of us, though."
"That confident in your skills—?"
Your legs are settled over broad shoulders, strong hips rear back and snap into you with a force hard enough to have you shouting breathlessly.
He has every right to be confident—you discover that very quickly.
summary: katara comes home to an interesting sight.
"Hey, have you—oh." Katara goes quiet when she walks in on you writhing between Toph's thighs, legs forced open and swollen pussy on full display. You squeal loudly, thighs trembling when Toph's thick fingers delve deep into your cunt, spreading you wide enough that Katara's able to catch a glimpse of your gummy walls.
"Hey Sugar Queen," Toph greets conversationally, like she isn't currently finger-fucking you to the spirit realm. "How did the council meeting go?"
"Good," Katara answers, already walking further into the room and kneeling before you. She's reaching out a hand, molding it to your tear-stained cheek and cooing as you nuzzle into it. "Wish I had been here, though. How long have you had her like this?"
Toph thinks about it for a second. "About an hour or so," she replies with a cruel upward curl of her fingers that has you choking. "Ooh, that was a big gush, baby." Katara looks down to see what she means and takes in the fresh slick that coats Toph's pounding fingers. Her tongue aches for a taste, the memory of you an unforgettable treat in her mouth. "She hasn't come yet under somebody's orders and I think she's about to go crazy."
Katara smiles and it's a wicked thing.
"Let me guess, Zuko?" She asks and Toph shakes her head.
"Aang, actually," Toph says, delighted. "She was very bratty to him today and Twinkletoes wanted to teach her a lesson." She smiles, all teeth. "But he has Avatar Duties to attend to so he gave her to me." She pulls her fingers out of your spasming cunt, cherishes your sudden cry before landing a harsh slap between your swollen pussylips. "Bad girl, you know you can't come yet."
You hiccup a sob, your pretty face crumpled with so much need and desperation. It makes Katara almost feel sorry for you because she knows how merciless Toph can be. But she's never one to deny the opportunity to see you all messed up and toyed with, pushed towards all your limits until you can't even think.
The perfect fucktoy that they all love to play with.
Katara ties up her hair with a red ribbon and leans in to capture Toph's lips in a dirty kiss. One that Toph accepts immediately, humming eagerly as she licks into Katara's mouth. Then Katara's pulling away, moving in to nip at the curve of your ear to hear your quivering breath hitch. All the while her hand is joining Toph's, her lithe fingers rubbing soft circles against your throbbing clit.
Your back arches, mouth opening in a silent cry as your thighs try to slam shut around their hands. Katara chuckles, kissing your cheek before saying:
"Aang doesn't get back for another hour. If you come, we'll have to tell him so be a good girl for us, okay?"
You barely have time to process those words before Katara's mouth is on your clit and your vision turns black.
inexperienced!aang breathlessly asking, "am i doing it right?" as he pounds a glassy and cross-eyed you into the mattress. "p-please tell me if i'm doing it right."
the way your cunt clamps and spasms around his thick cock, gushing enough slick to create the most depraved noises is answer enough.
