tummy bulges with bf!eijirou kirishima 18+ MDNI!!!
“can you feel me?” he rasps right into your ear. “i’m right…here.”
he says it proudly, a large hand splayed over your stomach, thumb and pinky finger strategically placed where his cock is ramming deeeeeeeep inside of you. you can only mewl and sputter some incoherent words, earning a condescending chuckle from your boyfriend.
“what’s wrong, beautiful? fucked too silly on my hah- cock?” he grunts, his other hand squeezing your hip tight where he’s holding you up. your arms gave out long ago, approximately 5 minutes after he told you to get on all fours, your chest and face flush against the mattress.
“mmnghhh— eijiiii!” you sob into the pillow, thighs shaking uncontrollably as he rams his hips into yours mercilessly. he’s so big he might as well be reaching your lungs right now, the tip of his cock rubbing against the tip of eijiro’s thumb just below your navel. slowly, he starts to apply pressure with his palm. “squeeze me,” he orders with a labored gasp. “s— fuck- squeeze me, juuust like that…”
your body’s obeying before your brain can properly register his words, walls clamping down on his impressive girth. only when the hand that he was keeping on your hip slithers between your thighs you understand what he’s trying to do. two digits find your clit, drawing mean, mean circles into the puffy nub. combined with him pressing down your stomach and the angle he’s fucking into you at, it’s impossible to control the heat that builds up in your belly stupidly fast.
“eiji…e-eiji, oh god, s’coming—!”
and then you’re squirting. a warm spray that coats eijirou’s pelvis, who pulled out just in time. “yeah!” he’s cheering, face stretching in a crazed grin, watching you with heart eyes. “that’s is, baby, give it alllll to your eiji,” he works you through it, rubbing your clit until you’re positively spent.
you barely feel eijirou’s own orgasm, hand pumping his cock to completion and painting your soppy, flushed folds with thick streaks of white. it’s a mess of heavy breathing and tangled limbs as you both collapse on the bed, strong arms engulfing you and holding you against a solid chest.
“so…are you planning to cheese about tetsu’s gym pics just to make me jealous again?”
“fuck off, eijirou.”
┊┊a/n. i really had to reach back into the memory box from the times i used to date men to make this accurate...also shoutout to 🛸 nonnie for this input bc man i don't even go here but this is yummy
tummy bulges with bf!eijirou kirishima 18+ MDNI!!!
“can you feel me?” he rasps right into your ear. “i’m right…here.”
he says it proudly, a large hand splayed over your stomach, thumb and pinky finger strategically placed where his cock is ramming deeeeeeeep inside of you. you can only mewl and sputter some incoherent words, earning a condescending chuckle from your boyfriend.
“what’s wrong, beautiful? fucked too silly on my hah- cock?” he grunts, his other hand squeezing your hip tight where he’s holding you up. your arms gave out long ago, approximately 5 minutes after he told you to get on all fours, your chest and face flush against the mattress.
“mmnghhh— eijiiii!” you sob into the pillow, thighs shaking uncontrollably as he rams his hips into yours mercilessly. he’s so big he might as well be reaching your lungs right now, the tip of his cock rubbing against the tip of eijiro’s thumb just below your navel. slowly, he starts to apply pressure with his palm. “squeeze me,” he orders with a labored gasp. “s— fuck- squeeze me, juuust like that…”
your body’s obeying before your brain can properly register his words, walls clamping down on his impressive girth. only when the hand that he was keeping on your hip slithers between your thighs you understand what he’s trying to do. two digits find your clit, drawing mean, mean circles into the puffy nub. combined with him pressing down your stomach and the angle he’s fucking into you at, it’s impossible to control the heat that builds up in your belly stupidly fast.
“eiji…e-eiji, oh god, s’coming—!”
and then you’re squirting. a warm spray that coats eijirou’s pelvis, who pulled out just in time. “yeah!” he’s cheering, face stretching in a crazed grin, watching you with heart eyes. “that’s is, baby, give it alllll to your eiji,” he works you through it, rubbing your clit until you’re positively spent.
you barely feel eijirou’s own orgasm, hand pumping his cock to completion and painting your soppy, flushed folds with thick streaks of white. it’s a mess of heavy breathing and tangled limbs as you both collapse on the bed, strong arms engulfing you and holding you against a solid chest.
“so…are you planning to cheese about tetsu’s gym pics just to make me jealous again?”
“fuck off, eijirou.”
┊┊a/n. i really had to reach back into the memory box from the times i used to date men to make this accurate...also shoutout to 🛸 nonnie for this input bc man i don't even go here but this is yummy
The entire Inarizaki team noticed how off Suna was once they got off the bus. "Don't forget your bag" Kita said calmly, handing Suna the bag. He didn't even say thanks before running off campus.
"Meet at our usual spot" was the message he sent you five minutes ago. Looking up you see Suna Running towards you Suna pulled you close to him. It was unusual for him yet you wrapped your arms around him, feeling his heart beating fast against your body.
"Is everything alright?" You asked, looking up at him. His eyes are full of desperation and longing. He chuckled against you as his arms made their way to your waist.
"Is it wrong for me to miss you?" He asked as he leaned in kissing your cheek.
"No but you've never been this clingy," you said, grabbing hold of his face. He leaned in to your touch. He wanted to feel you touch him. After being apart for an entire week of course he'd miss your touch.
"I missed you okay?" He said as his eyes kept glancing down on your lips.
"Did you even miss me?" He asked yet he already knew your answer. He smiled and pulled you into a deep kiss. Your lips colliding softly against his. His hands pulled you closer. After a few seconds you pulled away, breaking the kiss.
"Yes I missed you too Rin" he smirked at the response before pulling you into another kiss. As you melted into the kiss, your hands wrapped behind his neck. The kiss was interrupted by two voices.
"SAMU, LOOK I TOLD YOU HE'S WITH Y/N !!" Atsumu yelled from across the park, pointing towards both you and Suna.
"HURRY UP DUMBASS" Osamu said, dragging Atsumu away with his shirt.
Suna rolled his eyes at his annoying teammates and pulled you into another kiss. You try to pull back embarrassed to kiss him in front of his friends.
He finally breaks off the kiss, catching his breath and looking down at you. His fingers gently caressing your cheek before removing his hand away and taking your hand in his before dragging you towards a nearby bench.
"You're acting so different it's cute" you tell him, he doesn't show much reaction but you notice his lips curve into a slight smile.
"Just for you" he said before instantly regretting it. He thought of all the cringy couples he'd see online and how they are finally catching up to him.
Embarrassed to look at you he leaned his head against your shoulder. He looked down, staring at your hand before reaching towards it.
He tapped his finger softly against your hand, finding it amusing. He began tracing heart shapes and even spelled out his name and then yours. You just sat there laughing every once in a while when he purposely tickled your hand
He wouldn't admit this outloud but he enjoys these small interactions with you over any other kiss. Something about being the reason you smile and being able to see it at that moment does something in his heart.
Yes kisses are intimate and he loves them but nothing beats the two of you enjoying each other's presence in silence with gentle little touches.
And that is what he missed the most when he was on his trip. Seeing you smile because of him.
Side note: this is so cute, i genuinely forgot i posted this, if you want to see the original post its on my tiktok account, ty for reading ily guys!
｡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?”
aang, in all his avatar glory, is not above tongue-fucking his cum right back into your quivering, convulsing pussy. his wide, stupefied eyes glow white as he licks and scoops and sucks with relentless obsession, lithe tongue sweeping across your folds with striking precision only a master of the four elements could possess. powerful arms pin your thighs against the mattress while roughened hands palm over your lower stomach, cradling the skin above your uterus with something almost reverent in their touch.
“it has to take. . .” he’s mumbling to himself, practically incoherent, but you can still hear the raw desperation threaded through his guttural chanting. “has to, has to, has to—!”
“a-aang, mmph! what’s wrong? did something happen on your trip—?” you whimper through the haze of overstimulation, hands scrambling against his shoulders as you search for something to ground yourself with. he’s been at it for hours, ever since he returned from his home air temple. had stormed into your shared bedroom with the doors rattling against the walls behind him, barely a greeting leaving his mouth before he was climbing over you, frantic hands shoving the hefty layers of his robes and beads from his body like they’ve suddenly become unbearable.
in mere seconds he had you flat on your back.
then on all fours.
and then on your side and everything else in between.
the room is in absolute shambles— feathers spilling from torn pillows and swirling through the air in frantic, whirling currents. the bed barely remains intact beneath you, headboard split apart and canopy hanging in splintered ruin, all of it unable to withstand the force of him as the elements hum beneath his tortured skin.
“aang, honey, are you— hah!— okay? talk to me, baby. please.”
what new revelation could he have possibly had for him to suddenly fold you into a million different positions?
and you tried to run, to tap out after the nth round, but did you really think you could escape the hold of an avatar in his avatar state? a handsome, beefy, six-foot-five, one-hundred-something kilogram man so utterly desperate to revive an entire bloodline, yet far too in love to want to do it with anyone else but you?
aang’s voice comes out rough, wrecked with pathetic want. “need to get you pregnant,” he finally admits, lips never leaving your twitching clit. “need it right fucking now.”
his sharp, unfamiliar words send a shiver down your spine.
he begrudgingly sits up, one hand keeping you spread for him while the other drags down his chiseled abs, ghosting over the twin downward arrows that curl just above his v–line. he fists his burly cock in slow, measured strokes as he readies another thick load, bright eyes trailing from your flushed face to your heaving breasts, tongue-in-cheek.
your heart jumps. you know that look. “aang, i know how much reviving air bending means to you, the duty you have to your people—” you start in an attempt to soothe.
because when he gets like this you tend to wobble for weeks.
he cuts you off with a dry, humorless chuckle. “you think that’s what this is about?” he tilts his head, eyes narrowing.
you could only gulp in response.
then, he’s rising above you, broad, muscular shoulders boxing you in as he settles between your thighs. the heavy heat of his dick presses against your sensitive, aching entrance, his incandescent gaze dragging over your face like he’s trying to memorize every expression, every shaky inhale.
mapping out your features in his mind with perfect, painful precision.
the realization that had struck him back at the temple as he looked at every mural, every worn painting and towering statue of the air nomads. they all looked like his people. familiar faces, familiar smiles, familiar eyes, familiar powers.
but none of them resembled you.
none carried the curve of your lashes or the little furrow in your brow when you worried. none had your laugh, the unique slope of your nose, your warmth, your favor for sour over sweet, your gentleness for children and particular bugs. and suddenly, the grief that sat in his chest for years changed shape entirely. because what would be the point of preserving the world he lost if, in doing so, he lost every trace of the person he loved most within it?
“this—this isn’t about me reviving airbenders or a duty to save my dying culture. this isn’t about avatar sonam or tagah or monk gyatso or anything that has to do with bending. this is about you and me and me wanting to start a family with you,” he states with that heavy, solid avatar voice of his. firm and sure, thumb brushing along your jaw, “this is about me making sure that a part of you will always exist in a world where the avatar exists. that your lips, your eyes, your soul. . . live on for eternity. so that every time i look into this world through the eyes of the new avatar, i can still see you. see you in our grandchildren, in our great-great grandchildren, in the people that will come to exist because we loved each other. . . to know that you’ll always be in my life someway, somehow.”
“aang. . .”
“i realize now that there will come a day when airbending returns, whether in our lifetime or long after we’re gone.” he presses his forehead against yours, tone softer despite the ache in his words. “i know that i’ll get to see that vision through the eyes of the avatars who will come after me. and if i keep chasing impossible answers, impossible resolves— if i keep throwing myself at a future i can’t force into existence— i’ll lose you in the process. i’ll waste the little time we’re given together. with our friends. with our children. the thought of losing you to time. . .”
it killed him.
you feel it. the shift in him. the sincerity behind every broken word, every trembling breath. the sheer despair that claws through him at the thought of you leaving nothing behind of yourself, of the love the two of you share. the regret he’d forever live with if he only prioritized the revival of air-bending or the kids that would inherit it. and the fact that he still hasn’t left the avatar state only makes it worse, every emotion stripped raw and vulnerable beneath glowing eyes and tattoos and shaking hands.
“so i vow now that i will never neglect your life or your culture for the sake of mine. whether we have airbending children or not. . . that is up to the universe.”
his hands cup your cheeks gently as he leans in, drawing you into a slow, sloppy kiss. you could only gasp softly when his tongue slips past your lips, kissing you like he’s trying to seal his fate with yours.
he slowly pulls away, thick fingers easing you open as he makes room for himself. “i can live without other airbenders. i can make due with the acolyte family we’ve founded. what i cannot live without is you. what i cannot imagine not ingrained in this world beyond my lifetime is you.”
aang smiles for the first time tonight, like the image in his mind was far more beautiful than anything he could’ve ever imagined. he sinks inside, massive and overwhelming, drawing a raspy breath from your lungs at the sheer stretch of him. still, you pull him closer, wanting nothing more than to feel the slow, heavy drag of him inside you.
“so for now,” he whispers, breath warm against your lips as he begins moving slowly, in and out, “all i want is a child with you. one that embodies everything that you are. one that will carry on your memory, your curiosity, your strength, your traits.” gone was the glow of the avatar state, the white fading slowly from his eyes until they were simply his again, fixed on yours with a tenderness so deep it was almost unbearable. “so i’m begging you. . . give me a baby that looks just like you.”
you cry out helplessly as he buries his face into your throat, holding you impossibly close. every stroke is long and deliberate, driven far less by hunger and more by an emotion too large for words. the slick of your arousal coats his balls as you helplessly grind against him, cunt fluttering around the girthiness of his base. you could feel all the veins that line him, tracing your walls as he fucked you like he needed you to breathe.
you blink back the tears threatening to spill. “b-but i do want our baby to be like you. i do want to help you—”
he shakes his head fervently, fingers tightening around you like he’s afraid you still don’t understand. “no. no,” he rasps, “i don’t want this to be some duty you carry for me. i want this because it’s us. because it’s the life we chose together. no obligations. no sacrifices.”
you feel the dampness at the corner of his eyes as he clings to you, hands roaming your body in a worship-like trance, as though he was reassuring himself that you were real and here and present and his. to have and to hold and to sink himself into when the world is in chaos.
“please,” he croaks hoarsely into your neck, voice cracking around the word, and the raw vulnerability in it makes your chest ache more than anything else ever could. “say you’ll give me a baby, sweetheart. say you’ll give me this one thing. even if they come without air-bending.”
a broken sound leaves your throat as you cling to his shoulders, nodding desperately against him, back arching into his warmth. “yes,” you breathe out shakily, fingers curling around his nape. “yes, yes, yes. of course, i will.”
the words—your defining proclamation—undo him entirely. he groans into the curve of your neck, holding you so tightly it almost hurts, every breath hot, cold, then hot again against your skin. he cums in thick, long spurts, coating your insides pearly white as you cream on his cock, legs caging him in. his tattoos begin to faintly glow once more as he shivers, hips still pumping his seed into you, forehead pressed beneath your jaw, as though he can’t bear even an inch of distance between you.
when he finally pulls back, his eyes have returned to their natural state, shining with something far softer than desire.
devotion, perhaps. a need to always keep you safe. to give you—and your children—a world that offers everything and takes nothing in return.
“i love you,” he murmurs softly, brushing the damp strands of your hair from your face. he rests his forehead against yours again, eyes slipping closed as his heart, for once, is at ease. “thank you.”
your lips tremble into a tired smile, fingers curling weakly around his head. “you never have to thank me for loving you.”
though your words alone could never truly capture the depth of everything you’ve given him.
♡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
warnings: s3!maki, arm thirst, fem!reader, biting, thigh riding
Your girlfriend was hot. There was no doubt in your mind about it.
You've always thought she was perfect, but ever since Shibuya, she's looked… different. She's bigger now, stronger, rougher, and everything about her makes your thighs squeeze together in need when you're around her, heat pooling in your core.
And her arms.
They've gotten so much bigger now, defined muscles flexing with every movement, straining and bulging as she does things. She's caught you staring a few times, practically salivating, your eyes glued to her exposed skin.
Each time she notices, you look away so fast she's surprised you haven't gotten whiplash yet, face on fire as you look anywhere but her, desperately avoiding her puzzled gaze.
And to make matters worse, she's started wearing these tight, black tops, ones with no sleeves, ones that leave her arms completely on display for you.
All. The. Time.
It reaches a point where you just can't take it anymore, you can't sit around watching her exist when she looks that good. When her arms look that perfect and that delicious, just waiting to be bitten. So you decide to do something about it.
The slam of the front door being shut lets you know that Maki's home, and you slip out of bed to go find her. She's been working harder missions recently, coming back later and later, normally finding you tucked into bed by the time she gets home.
Tonight, you're dressed the same as you usually are, one of Maki's old, oversized T-shirts draped over your frame. You creep into the living room searching for her, feet padding softly across the floor, one hand coming up to rub the sleep from your eyes.
You find Maki sprawled on the sofa, arms stretched across the back, head tipped back and eyes shut as she sighs from exhaustion. She doesn't notice when you enter the room, her eyes only fluttering open when you're standing in front of her, hands bracing on her shoulders as you straddle her thigh, one of your legs slotting in between hers.
"I missed you," you whisper, not wanting to shatter the peace of the moment.
You press closer when Maki's hands come to rest on your hips, strong arms flexing as her hands squeeze. She exhales, long and slow, like seeing you has instantly drained all the tension from her body. "Missed you more."
You lean in, breath ghosting over her lips, your arms wrapping around her neck. Maki sighs into the kiss, pulling you closer until your bodies are flush. When you pull back, her lips instinctively chase yours, but you don't let her reach you, leaning back and giggling when she growls in frustration.
Your forehead presses against hers, lips barely brushing, breathing each other in. Just as Maki tilts her head to kiss you again, you lean away and press your lips to her shoulder instead, over the material of her top. As usual, she's wearing one of her tight, sleeveless tops, your mouth practically watering as your eyes greedily drink in all of that smooth, defined skin on display. Your thighs clench together, something she definitely feels from where hers is sandwiched in between yours.
She looks at you in surprise, not expecting the sudden move. Your gaze flicks up to meet Maki's, a soft smile on your face as you look up at her, pressing a kiss to her jaw before ducking back down again. You lift her right arm slightly, bringing it closer to your face. Maki lets you move her as you please, mouth tilted in a confused smile as she peers down at you.
The first press of your lips against her skin has her letting out a soft sigh, her free hand resting on your waist, keeping you steady.
"What're you doing, sweetheart?" she questions, arm twitching as you run your lips over her scarred skin.
"Nothing…" Your eyes flick up to meet hers, mock innocence painted over your face before you sink your teeth into her arm.
"The fuck—" Maki hisses and tries to yank her arm away, but your hold doesn't loosen, not letting her pull back. When you release her, you lean back a little to admire the mark you've made, a perfect imprint from your teeth left, purpling around the edges.
"Sorry," you smile sweetly up at her, and for a second she almost believes your act, almost, "your arms just look so good."
"Fuck," she groans, gasping when she feels you grind against her thigh, a tiny movement so subtle you thought she wouldn't notice. But she does, Maki always does.
You've completely soaked through your panties at this point, clit throbbing as you continue to lavish her arm with attention. She smirks at you, her free hand gripping your hip tightly and pulling you harder against her thigh as she tenses it, bouncing her leg a little.
Your nails dig into her skin and you cry out, your needy cunt desperately searching for friction. Maki can tell you’re getting close, so she uses her grip on your hip to still your movements, kissing you softly when you whine in protest.
She lifts her arm, flexing it for you, smirking as your breath hitches and your jaw drops. Her bicep is covered in hickeys, bite marks littered all over her skin. She squeezes your hip to bring your attention back to her face, and you shudder at the dangerous glint in her eyes.
Maki overstimulates you because she has incredible stamina and never seems to get tired.
It's not that she knows your body better than you do—or maybe a little—she just spent a lot of time learning what you like, knowing what to do when she has you beneath her. Maki has spent most of her life training almost daily, so her physical endurance is impressive, and that's why she likes to take her time with you, especially since hearing your little moans or pleas was one of her favorite things. She didn't have too many weaknesses, but her girlfriend was definitely one of them.
One of her favorite things is to make you come on her fingers first, while she holds your hips to prevent you from thrusting to find your own rhythm.She accepts each of your trembling kisses and the moans you release that end up being drowned in her mouth. The second time she makes you cum in her mouth, her fingers dig into your thighs, enough to keep you immobile, but not to hurt you, leaving caresses from time to time on your skin.
Even after two orgasms, it already seems like enough for you. Especially if you've barely had a moment to breathe, Maki is always careful and lets you catch your breath long enough before settling on top of you, intertwining one of her legs with yours to rub against you. Her lips press against your cheek, then move down to yours to kiss you in an attempt to stifle your moans.
And in the end she seems completely calm and perhaps even energetic enough for something more, regardless of the fact that she has done all the work because her training is much more demanding anyway.
｡𖦹°‧ clingy!toph beifong who can't help but cling to her girlfriend like glue
it’s not often that toph gets clingy. she’s like a cat; one day, she’ll be sitting at the opposite end of the room, and the next, she’s right in your personal space—her big, muscular arms wrapped tight around your waist and her head pressed against your chest, close enough to hear your heartbeat.
whenever toph gets like this, you make no sudden movements lest you scare her away. exactly like a cat.
"so soft," she mumbles tiredly against your chest. "mmm. i love this. love lying here like this with you. i love you."
it isn't often that she throws the word love around like she is now. you can't help but chuckle, letting your hands run through her silky, black hair. she sighs, sinking deeper into your warmth.
"yes, like that," she mumbles, getting herself comfortable as she settles between your legs. "comb your fingers through my hair—yess, exactly like that."
you huff a laugh. "you’re such a baby, toph."
usually, she’d bicker back, refusing to be called something as small as a baby. but right now, that’s exactly what she is.
"mm’don’t care," she whines, her voice getting softer. "baby me, then."
toph who is very attuned to your heartbeat. she can pinpoint it in a crowd, instantly moving towards it because while all heartbeats don't sound the same, yours is a specific melody she wholly adores.
sometimes she'll lay her head on your chest so she can feel it. the strong beats that symbolise blood rushing through your veins, that tells her you're alive and right here with her.
"is that what my heart sounds like to you?" you ask one evening, voice quiet as you're curled up around each other in bed. she's confused at first before realising she's been tapping out the steady rhythm of your heart against the small of your bare back.
she smiles. "yeah, it's the worst sound i've ever heard."
"always the romantic," you retort playfully, poking her side just to hear her not squeak. "if it sounds so bad then get your face out of my tits."
"your tits are what's making this whole exp bearable," toph quips, nuzzling further into your chest and securing her strong arm around your waist. "so be quiet and let me get my compensation."
you laugh softly, running a hand through her thick hair with your nails gently scratching her scalp. she melts into it, eyes closing to bask in the serenity of this moment. a moment she hopes to keep having for the rest of her life.
"you're so annoying," you murmur fondly and toph's heart swells against her ribs.
"you're so annoying," she shoots back, a whisper but you hear it, your hold on her tightening.
your heartbeat continues strong against toph's ear, the most beautiful sound and she'll ensure it'll continue beating until nature takes it course and takes you both.
AdultToph x fem!reader where reader falls asleep on Toph's shoulder. They were travelling with Gaang and reader got tired so she fell asleep on Toph's shoulder. They are friends. :)
[RESTING EASY!]
adult! toph beifong x nerdy! fem reader
IN WHICH, reader falls asleep on tophs shoulder.
wc: 0.9k, based on the request above.
it’s late in the night, and you’re sitting beside toph on appa. aang and katara are upfront, talking to one another while controlling appas direction. zuko and sokka are pretty close behind them, involving themselves in their conversation.
you and toph are at the very end of the saddle, isolated from the rest of the group. this wasn’t done purposefully- at least not by you.
you didn’t mean to pry toph away from the conversation initially, you just told her you’d go to the end of the saddle as you were tired, and in need of a nap. you’d rather sleep as far as possible from the noisy bantering between the group.
upon hearing this, toph nodded toward you and followed behind as you made your way to the end of the saddle.
“toph, you didn’t have to come over here with me, im fine by myself.” you tiredly tell toph.
“it’s fine, im tired too anyway.” toph responds, not even looking toward your direction.
you smiled. toph was never one to be direct with you regarding her emotions, but you always knew what she meant.
yawning, you scoot closer toward toph, glancing at the laughing group before you. wrapping your arms around you, you hug yourself to shield from the cold.
it’s late in the night, and you guys are high up, making it a chilly ride. you had been traveling for a little over an hour, meaning you’d still have a few more hours left before you guys reached home.
“toph,” you sleepily begin, “did i ever tell you about the most recent book i read?” you ask.
“if it’s the book where they don’t even get to be together, and he ends up dying his last year of high school, then yes, you did.” toph explains positioning herself comfortably against the saddle.
you laugh quietly at her weak summary of the last book you explained to her.
“no toph, i read a new book yesterday, i think you’ll like this one! it’s not a romance, like my usual reads.”
“you say this about every book.” toph replies, bracing herself for a new rant from you about another one of your books.
ignoring her comment, you start explaining with:
“okay so, in this book, the main character lives in a tiny brush village with his wife and baby. it’s important to note that he doesn’t come from wealth, so he lives in a poor village.” you explain to toph, while she slowly nods while making direct eye contact with you while you explain.
you liked that toph made eye contact with you while you explained, it made you feel like she was genuinely paying attention to whatever you had to say. you’ve noticed with others, she wouldn’t take the time to do this though.
seeing as you were her best friend, you took it as her caring for you more.
“tell me, who dies first?” toph sneeringly asks you.
“toph wait i haven’t even explained the important part yet!” you lecture her, wanting to get to the climax immediately.
as toph awaits the rest of your summary of the book, you yawn again, resting your head on her shoulder as cushion for your head.
laying your head on tophs shoulder was not something that happened often, but you were the only person she accepted it from. if it were sokka trying to use toph as a pillow for his head, she’d send him flying. you didn’t mind being her exception, you two were close friends after all.
your eyes are fluttering more now, as you’re trying harder to stay awake now that you have cushioning for your head.
while resting your eyes, you sluggishly begin, “among the other villagers he lives with, he has a normal life. until one day, he finds a pearl worth a fortune.”
toph hums, acknowledging what you’re saying to her.
“upon finding the pearl, news throughout his whole village spreads of his newly found fortune. the first few hours after his finding were amazing, he was filled with joy at the thought that he might be the richest person in town, and would be able to send his baby to get the proper deserved education.” you explain toward toph, your eyes still closed.
toph feels your heartbeat slowing down. if she didn’t know any better, you were way too comfortable in the position you were in currently.
you’re trying to formulate the words for your next explanation, but it’s difficult. you’re slowly succumbing toward slumber because of how comfortable tophs shoulder is.
you weren’t even sure why you were so tired; maybe it was the lack of sleep you got the day prior, maybe it was the excessive bending you used during today’s mission. whatever the cause, you were tremendously tired.
“but the next few days, he has people try to do him harm for his pearl. others he knew wanted to take the pearl from him for themselves, but he never let them. eventually, he ends up killing a man in protection of the pearl.” you explain, voice getting quieter with each word.
“he kills somebody over a pearl?” toph questions you, but raises a brow when you don’t seem to reply.
she hoovers a bit, trying not to move you, glancing at your sleeping face. she grumbles, now she has to remain still till you wake up.
glancing forward, toph makes eye contact with a grinning sokka.
blush creeps toward her cheeks, as she quietly mumbles, “i didn’t even get to hear the ending of the story.”
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sorry about my slow pacing with these requests, i’ve been busy studying for exams!
i also want to say that i hope you don’t mind i incorporated the !nerdy attribute for the reader, i wasn’t sure how to extend the story.
if u caught the books i referenced ily
and most importantly, thank you for reading & feedback is appreciated!
KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE
. fluff | sero hanta x reader
SO here's the thing about sero, he absolutely and I mean absolutely loves kissing you. Well of course, thats obvious, youre his after all.
Kissing you his where he wants to be always. The feel of your soft, glossy lips on his. The feel of you wrapped in his arms, as if thought it was where you were meant to be. The feel of your warmth and how you melt into the kiss when ever he initiates it. All of it makes he feel giddy, all of it makes he's heartbeat just a tad bit faster.
He'll randomly pull you onto his lap and the first thing is, guess what, he attacks your lip with his. When a little squeak escapes you and you end up looking all shocked despite it being a normal occurrence, he go on like "What?? You know I love the way you taste," just from a simple peck...
And with each kiss he steals the more he falls. You could you have him wrapped around your pretty little fingers, simply and utterly down bad.
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