hi, i'm kao! - je suis 19 ans - aries - poc - artist?
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> current projects include an avatar rewrite, and various fanart
> i dabble mainly in atla, deltarune (+undertale), spider-man (esp astv), and harry potter
> no, i do not care for a divider, thanks
> my blog does include some 18+ stuff from time to time, though i'm not mainly an nsfw writer or artist however, pls proceed w/ caution babies
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content: modern au, beefy!toph, bimbo!reader, fashion student!reader, bitch x bitchier, kinda toxic!toph, slut shaming, blind jokes, arguments.
summary: i don’t know, read the previous parts and you’ll know. there’s finally some development here! i need to wrap up this series soon.
prev. part here.
a/n: sorry for the wait i forgot about this series. anyway, their banter is so much fun to write..
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the cramps slowly subside after what seemed like an eternity (a week of limping was not for the weak), finally light enough to let you walk without looking like a duck.
“you should rest more.” toph sleepily comments as you sit up naked, leaving her sprawled on the bed and covered with a flimsy sheet. you sigh and get up, stretching out your sore limbs, “no, toph. i’ve already missed so many lectures. plus, i’m all better now.”
she huffs and shuts her eyes, arms crossed behind her head, “suit yourself.”
you hum a song while you sift through your closet, picking out a tube top and one of your favourite skirts. you get dressed in front of your mirror silently, tugging down your top to reveal as much cleavage as the public allowed, when toph stirs again, “what are you wearing today?”
“cute clothes,” you check yourself out, letting out an annoyed sigh when you turn around and look at the back of your legs in the reflection. “ugh, your bites and hickeys still haven’t fully faded, toph. this’ll get me in trouble.”
“oh bummer.” she coos, patting the bed with a cocky smile. “come closer, i wanna know what you’re wearing.”
you roll your eyes and trudge over to her as she scoots to the edge of the bed and sits up, her feet now planted to the ground. you stand between her legs, letting her hands roam over your body to “see” what outfit you were wearing. this had become a habit you developed; you’d dress up and let her feel you up since she couldn’t see you, waiting for her praise or criticism (the latter you were quite fond of ignoring).
she definitely did take advantage of that, though.
you deadpan her, “toph, i really don’t think you need to grope my tits each time.”
“no, i’m just checking if the fabric of your top’s breathable,” she gives them an all but innocent squeeze, a smirk tugging at the edge of her lips. “yep, looks good. no bra?”
“nope.”
“i see,” her hands slide down to your hips, rubbing the back of your thighs to feel the bruises and the dented marks of her teeth that she left on you a week ago. “what are you gonna do about these, though? you’re actually gonna go out like this?”
you huff, patting down your mini-skirt, “and whose fault is that?”
she merely shrugs, quite pleased. “or you could just wear pants. but i guess that’s too much coverage for a slut like you?”
you sneer, setting your hands on her wide shoulders, “you wear pants and you’re still a slut. pick a struggle.”
she returns your chuckle, giving your thigh a light slap, “fucking your mouth doesn’t fix it, huh?”
“oh right,” you twirl a strand of her hair between your fingers. “i just remembered. my friends texted me about this party at my uni in, like, five days. you wanna come with?”
she hums in mock pensiveness, “hmm, depends. how hot are your friends?”
you flick her forehead, smiling at her teasing snicker, “completely out of your league, pervert.”
you detach from her to finish dressing up, fishing out some thigh high socks from your drawer to cover up some of the mess toph left on your body.
she leans back on her hands, legs lazily spread. “why are you asking me though? wouldn’t you want to take a more date-type of person to this rather than just a friend?”
you shrug, twisting your labret over to apply your lipstick. “i don’t have the time to look for one, and you’re hot anyway. it makes me look good if i bring in a hot date.”
“aw,” she coos, so easily entertained. “that’s high praise. are you asking me out?”
you throw her an exasperated glare, sliding on your dozen bangles, “do you never get tired of being so.. you?”
“well you certainly love it when i’m inside y—“
“enough! i got it.”
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“toph..” you eye her suspiciously, her arm slung around your waist as you walk to your university. “tell me, why the hell are you coming with me again?”
she sighs, toying with the dangling jewelry of your belly piercing. “i escort you, and i don’t even get a thank you? what an inconsiderate girl.”
you scoff, rolling your eyes, “i’m pretty sure i can escort myself to my own fucking school, toph. why are you really here?”
“no reason.” she smiles sweetly, her grasp on you loose but evident.
of course, she knew why she was doing this.
so that everyone would know who was behind the lovely hickeys littering the soft skin of your thighs.
you didn’t pay much attention to everyone’s stares — after all, it just looked like your average day. you just assumed everyone was mostly gawking at your skimpy skirt or the nipple piercings poking through your tight top, or maybe just the loud clinking of all your jewelry.
“what do you even do in fashion lectures?” toph’s hand possessively curls around your hip, making you glance up at her. “do you just talk about the different fabrics of pants? sounds interesting.”
you squint at the tone of her question, brows furrowed. “is this an attempt at making fun of my major?”
“spirits, noo..” she denies lightheartedly, rubbing the curve of your adorned waist. “clearly, it must be very fascinating to listen to someone talk about plaid skirts for three hours.”
you smack her arm with your purse, scoffing as you walk ahead of her. “yeah, it is fascinating. maybe you’d like it too if you knew what plaid skirts looked like. too bad you can’t see them.”
she catches up with you, her tight grip back on your hip, “wow, you’re such a bitch. that’s a low blow, i’m hurt.”
you glare at her, too used to her stunts to fall for such an obvious lie, “yeah, right. drop the act, you’re the founding bitch.”
she snickers at that, “yeah i am.”
“you know, ibuprofen should sponsor you.” you rub your temples, massaging the tension away, “i can’t count how many i’ve taken since i met you. your presence alone makes my brain want to blow up.”
she barks out a laugh, smacking your ass once more. “oh stop it, you’re too much. you know how horny your complaining gets me.”
you slap your hand over her mouth, flushing red at the questionable looks people throw your way at her loud remark. “oh my god.” you hiss at her, glaring daggers into those seemingly clueless milky eyes, “what the fuck is your problem!?”
she lifts her hands in mock surrender and you huff, letting go of her and picking up your pace to get away from her and save yourself the embarrassment.
“oh come on,” she coos, easily closing the distance once again. “relax. nobody saw that.”
your eye twitches as you stare at her, bewildered and increasingly furious (much to her delight), “how would you know!? you— ugh, you can’t even see! oh my god, these are basically uni grounds. a lot of people i know are here! go away, i do not wanna be associated with you. you’re gonna ruin my career, my life, my future— everything!”
“shh, you’re so dramatic.” she tuts, like you were some child throwing a tantrum over an overpriced toy. with her signature smirk, she smugly tugs down your bottom lip, “aw, you’re so— oh.” she pulls her thumb away, rubbing off the excess lip stick that stuck to it. “i think you applied too much of that.”
“oh,” you look at the smudged stain on her thumb. ugh, maybe you accidentally overdid it today. she kept you distracted this morning so you didn’t really notice. did it look trashy?
you open your purse, pulling out your pocket mirror as well as a tissue to bring between your parted lips.
before you manage to close them to dab the lipstick off, toph’s hand darts out to steal the tissue, and she steps even closer while your features scrunch in displeased offense. “let me take care of that,” she seizes your chin, and cuts off your incoming cussing with a kiss.
an incredibly good, long one.
your eyes blow wide open, heat creeping further up your cheeks, too surprised to even reciprocate or do anything about it.
you two had never done anything like that in public. let alone on fucking university grounds where everybody knew you.
she pulls away, her lips tinted with your shade now, smiling arrogantly at your flustered stammering.
“have fun with your lectures,” she waves sweetly, walking off like nothing happened.
you stare at her retreating figure in disbelief, your mouth still moving in odd shapes to conjure up a proper word, some of the students passing by looking just as shocked as you. whispers were already travelling around at the speed of light.
toph heads back home, extremely satisfied and proud of her work. she grins to herself, “now, there’s a kiss she won’t forget for a few hours.”
and you, in fact, couldn’t forget it for the next hours.
being quite popular yourself, word got around way faster than expected and people’s curious glances your way only made you blush harder.
you’d already missed around a week of coursework because of her; and now the earlier kiss paired with the several hickeys on your body left little doubt to everyone around you. this was a disaster.
the frustration had you snapping your pencil in half when you caught a whispered “was that her girlfriend?” from far behind you during workshop time. you glare at your unfinished sketch, then rip it to shreds, having nobody else to take your anger out on at the moment.
ugh, that asshole. seriously, what the hell was she thinking?
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the very second you were dismissed, you quickly got up and stormed out of the building, ignoring your poor friends’ calls. you’d make it up to them later; you had a woman to go yell at right now, if not beat up.
said woman didn’t seem the least bit concerned when you showed up. if anything, she was more than amused by your angry scolding, calmly lounging on the sofa and nodding along like you were the morning radio.
“this isn’t funny, toph!” you yell at her, your bracelets jingling loudly with your wild gesturing. “i was the talk of the school all day— they think you’re my girlfriend!”
she hums, “i see.. so?”
“so!?” you scoff, baffled, clutching your head. “you’re not my girlfriend! i don’t want people to think i have one.”
she gives you another unbothered shrug, “then you could’ve just told them i’m not your girlfriend.”
“oh right, why didn’t i think of that?” you spit sarcastically, hands on your hips. “you’re right. i should’ve simply told all the students that i just fuck you on the side.”
she nods, clapping cheerfully, “exactly! see? that’s easy.”
“i’m going to genuinely strangle you, toph.” you tremble with held back fury before letting out a loud, exasperated groan, covering your face with your hands as you pace around the room. “that’s even worse, i don’t want this! nobody was supposed to know about this. i don’t want to tell them you’re my girlfriend or fuck buddy. god, i can’t even tell which one is worse. oh my fucking god, and if i take you to the party, they’ll seriously think you’re my girlfriend!”
toph sighs and finally sits up, brushing her thick hair back, her tone a little more serious now. “you’re blowing this way out of proportion, jingle bells. okay, even if they think i’m your girlfriend, what’s the big deal? it’s not like it’s true.”
you huff, crossing your arms. “but they’ll think it is.”
“so? how does that affect you?”
“well.. you’re not my girlfriend.” you grumble, looking away, “a-and it’ll just be so inconsistent and stupid. i don’t want them to think i’m only sleeping with you either.. ugh, this is awful.”
she scratches her head. “so.. let me get this straight. your problem is that you don’t want people to find out about our little arrangement. and.. you have an issue with them thinking i’m your girlfriend. so, since they all know something’s going on between us, you don’t know which option you’d rather have them think.. is that it?”
you glare at her, a little appreciative that she’s finally stopped making fun of your every word. “.. yeah, i guess.“
she deadpans you, “don’t they all already know you sleep around? you don’t exactly look like a nun.”
“no. well, yes. but no.” you look down at your nails, picking at them. “they know that i sleep with people i date.”
“then just say i’m your girlfriend.”
you whine, “no! i don’t want them to think i’m taken. nobody will hit on me then.”
“oh no,” she replies in a monotone voice, a hint of slyness in her small smile. “that’s terrible.”
gods, why did she always to be so insufferable? what the fuck was her issue? you were genuinely complaining to her about the problems she kept sucking you in, and she still had the audacity to smile and be sarcastic about it?
that tips the glass over, a flurry of words spilling out of your lips as you finally lash out on her, “you— ugh! you’re so fucking annoying, you know that? seriously, i don’t get you at all. this is your fault, and it always is. i don’t fucking know why you always butt into my personal life. my love life, specifically.”
you stop your furious pacing to stand in front of her, leaning down to roughly seize her arms. “this isn’t the first time either. you always pull shit like this, like that one time that sweet girl hit on me? you just butted in and slept with me afterwards to butter me up. but i don’t forget your bullshit, toph. no, i remember all of it and i just keep bottling it up. it’s like you’re always going out of your way to sabotage my life! what the fuck is that about, huh? do you hate me or something? or do you feel entitled to my body because you get to fuck me?”
for once, you’re not interrupted, and you’re completely breathless by the end of your rant, your eyes not leaving her face the entire time. she frowns, shifting uncomfortably, “.. no.”
you blink.
‘no’? you just screamed your heart out and asked for an explanation to her irrational behavior— and what you got was a simple ‘no’?
“oh god, i can’t do this.” you let go of her, stepping back to wipe the exhaustion off your face. “i can’t deal with you, toph. i thought you were my friend, but now it feels like i don’t even know you anymore. i’m so sick of this unnecessary bullshit and how immature you are! this is all so, so stupid. i think we should stop seeing—”
“no!” she gets up so quickly it startles you. you’re puzzled by how rattled she seemed for once, her hands curling into tight fists as she mumbles under her breath, “.. no. i don’t think we should stop seeing each other.”
again, not a single proper argument. you let out a deep, tired exhale. “no, i think we should. this may be fun for you, but it’s not worth it for me anymore. you’re actively ruining my life and you know what you’re doing. you’re not even my girlfriend, so why should i force myself to deal with this? we’re just friends with benefits. sex isn’t worth all this stress and these dumb fights.”
“no, you can’t stop seeing me.” she steps closer, her glare feral as her firm hands find your arms. “you won’t stop seeing me.”
you swallow thickly, trying to find your words in front of the terrifying woman before you. you clear your throat, “e-excuse me? yes i will. i don’t get you, toph. seriously, what do you want from me?”
you watch her eyes flicker in doubt, her grip on you tightening. “i— you can’t leave me. you just can’t. we’re too good together.”
you sigh, growing weary of this fruitless conversation, “yes, yes, i know the sex is great, toph. but that’s not reason enough to—”
“no.” she interrupts you, followed by a dense silence as she steels herself. “.. i didn’t mean the sex.”
“what?” you narrow your eyes, lost and weirded out. “what are you even talking about? what else would you mean if not the sex— oh.”
an incredibly suffocating silence sets in, your eyes widening as your brain racked itself up to understand the implication. if anything, she looked just as lost as you were.
after a while, you hesitantly ask the one question that kept looping in your mind for the past minute, “toph.. do you love—”
“no.” she cuts you off again, her features twisting into an even more confused frown. she then exhales, gaze flitting down to the floor, “.. i don’t know.”
you stare at her, completely, utterly dumbfounded.
wow.
what the hell.
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* unrelated but i have a small pink lump poking out of my asshole you guys and it’s so cute
Yall just think about this just imagine Ms steal yall girl toph......😀 stay with me now. Just think y/n is in an arranged marriage or relationship due to being royal or sthm and for whatever you can think of reason they need the gaang support. (Timeskip) the reader and toph meet and toph is like i want that cookie bad and she KNOWS she can do better than whoever reader is arranged too. Now tell me if that's not a great ff idea😁
Toph throws her head back against the pillow, her brain getting fuzzy from the pleasure.
She didn’t know she could ever feel this good.. Only you could come up with ideas this sadistic and make it enjoyable.
It all started an hour or so ago. You were in your shared bedroom, propped against the headboard reading, when Toph got out of the shower. Her long, wet hair cascading down her shoulders and sticking to her skin, water still trickling down her defined muscles deliciously..
You see, it was known for firebending women to get turned on pretty easily. Even something as simple as washing dishes, or cooking a meal was more than enough to set them off. Toph was aware of this and always decided to take advantage of that.
You set the open book on your lap, drooling at the sight, and she could sense the shift in the air. The slight tension in your shoulders, the rapid pounding of your heart, even that hitch in your breath.
Her head tilted to where you now sat on the bed, drying off her damp locks with her towel. “You’re doing that thing.”
“What?” Your lips purse, holding the book up and skimming through pages with a shrug. “Toph baby, I’m just sitting here reading my book.”
Toph’s eyes narrow at your response, wrapping her towel around her neck and taking slow steps toward the edge of the bed, toward you. “Reading, right.”
A moment passes where Toph just studied you, her bare feet picking up the vibrations of your body through the floor like it was second nature. Then she’s filling the silence again, a smirk curling at the corner of her lips.
“You were staring.”
“I was not.”
“You so were.”
You turn to her again, her hands were braced against the plush cushion of the bed, the action causing her biceps to flex from the added weight. You sucked in a breath, then released it from your nose.
“Okay, I may have started for a couple seconds.”
Toph laughs, it was a breathy sound that shouldn’t have sounded as sexy as it did. But nonetheless, now you were extremely turned on.
“You know, if you want something all you have to do is ask.”
That made an idea pop into your head..
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And that’s exactly how you both ended up here.
With Toph tied to either side of the headboard, and you hovering over her like a predator that’s already cornered their prey.
“I wanna cum..” she hiccuped, tugging on the scarf as if trying to free herself from it so she could reach for you, to pull you closer and feel the warmth of your body against hers. “Please, let me..”
This was the fifth time you’d denied her orgasm, the vibrator was pressed to her clit in the most perfect angle. It didn’t take long for you to take notice of the way her walls clamped down around nothing, and pulled the sex toy away just when she started to hit her peak.
Her hips bucked instinctively, trying to chase the pleasure that had been taken away from her. She looked almost dazed, milky white eyes glassy from the overstimulation, her face flushed a dark shade of red, there was even drool dripping down her chin.
The sight alone had your own walls clench..
“Just a few more times.. You can take it.”
Toph let out a broken sob at your words, thrashing around in the bed as tears started prickling down her eyes. It was all too much for her, the overwhelming torture from constant denial. It was blissful, yes. But, Toph didn’t know if she could take it anymore.
“Baby, please-“
“Shh..”
You interrupt, pressing a finger to her lips and pulling a block of ice from atop the nightstand. Who knows when you got it, Toph was too out of it to care.
You lowered the ice down to her chest, watching the way her body tensed at the sudden cold sensation. Every part of her was extremely sensitive, you took notice of this when the ice slid to the swell of her breast. Not yet touching the perky buds, though it still managed to make those sweet sounds leave her lips.
You slowly trailed it downward, listening to the way her breath hitched when it stopped at where she needed you most.
You lower yourself down with it, taking the cold block into your mouth and pressing it to her aching cunt. Her back arches off the bed, a hoarse moan erupting from the back of her throat.
“Oh, sweetheart..”
The sting from the ice block, combined with the way your tongue licked long stripes up her folds was enough to send Toph over the edge. She arched into you, thighs locking around either side of your head as away to keep you there while she ground against your face.
The ice melted a lot quicker due to how heated you’d gotten, your firebending going a little more haywire than usual. Now there was nothing but your hot tongue delving into her already warm pussy.
And if anything the that was ten times better. It wasn’t too hot where she’d flinch away from you with a hiss, but just the right amount of heat that made her thighs twitch and her eyes roll back with each flick of your tongue.
“Holy fucking shit-“
Oh, you wanted her dead. You must’ve. You were mouth fucking her like you were dying of thirst and she was the only source of water you could find.
You moaned against her cunt, sending a vibration into Toph and making her back lift off the bed for the hundredth time tonight with a loud moan of her own.
You lowered one of her legs back onto the bed, setting yourself on it and grinding your hips down against it to relieved the ache between your legs now. To which Toph lifted her knee and gave you just the right amount of friction you needed. You moved your fingers to your throbbing pussy, dipping your fingers into your dripping folds.
“Don’t stop, baby.. Please, don’t stop..”
You weren’t planning to. Due to how sensitive you already were from the built up horniness, it didn’t take very long for you to feel the tremors of pleasure surging through your body.
The vibrations from your pinnacle sending Toph into her own, her fingers digging into the scarf as her body shakes. The build up from numerous orgasm denials sent her into euphoria with this one.
A broken cry escapes from Toph’s lips, her hips jerking upward to meet your tongue and riding out her high.
You don’t stop until her body has stopped trembling, slowly pulling away only after you’ve finished as well. You get off of her and untie her hands. Toph pulls you into her arms immediately, her sweaty, tear-stained face burying itself in the crook of your neck.
“Was I too rough with you, Toph? I’m sorry-“
“Shut up.”
Her words catch you off guard for a second, making you close your mouth as you stare at the back of her head with a worried expression.
author’s note: i’ve been thinking about gun play with police chief toph for ages.. just had to get it out of my system. enjoy, freaks! sort of a smutty sequel to this.
wc: 1.9k
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you waited patiently by the door of toph’s office, holding a basket of food once again; a habit that formed over the amount of nights your wife had to stay at work for absurdly long hours. you figured the least you could do to help was bring her dinner or sometimes even stay by her side as she worked.
tonight didn’t really seem like one of those nights — her screaming managed to reach your ears even through the thick metal door, though muffled so you couldn’t really tell what she was mad about; but it didn’t take a genius to know someone had pissed her off again.
you sighed. angry toph meant no sitting on her lap and pressing sweet kisses to her neck as she sifted through reports that she had you read for her sometimes.. and of course ending up bent over her desk.
you even wore the lacy set she liked. so unfair.
the sound of the knob twisting snaps you back to reality, making you stand up straight. you bow shyly to the exiting figures, tired officers walking off with their tail between their legs.
judging from their downcast eyes, that was one hell of a scolding.
you peek inside, spotting your wife pacing around her desk with her hands over her head. a string of curses escapes her lips before her hands slam down on the hardwood, causing you to jump.
she plops down on her chair with a loud grunt, tipping her head back.
you swallow and give the open door a shy knock, fingers already sweaty around the handle of your basket.
“what?” she snaps, glaring your way. “who is it now? what the hell do you want? did you forget another fucking document?”
her yelling startles you, earning a small gasp from you, and her shoulders immediately sag at the sound. “oh.” she wipes her hands over her tired face, “it’s you. i’m sorry, sweetheart. i thought one of them came back.”
“ah— no, i understand.” you wave off her apology, nervously walking over to where she was seated. “um,” you set the dinner down on her desk, gaze roving over her tense features. “i.. i made your favourite.”
she only sighs, rubbing her eyes. “thank you.”
“.. you’re welcome,” you mumble, an awkward silence setting in right after. she must be really pissed — toph was usually more grateful for your visiting her so late at night, much less bringing her food. but right now, it felt like your very presence wasn’t that welcome.
your feet were beginning to cramp from how long you were standing, shifting your weight uncomfortably.
“..toph? honey?” you muster up enough courage to finally speak, while her eyes remained shut in frustration. “should i.. leave?”
“no.” the reply is quick, and so is her sitting up. she reaches for your wrist across the table, pulling you over to stand between her legs.
she exhales through her nose, feeling up your hips. “sorry, sweetheart. today’s been one hell of a fucking day. made me wanna reach for my gun and shove it in my eye socket.”
you hum, fingers tracing circles on her cheeks. “i don’t think that’s a very healthy solution.”
“yeah?” she pulls you down to straddle one of her thighs, a small smirk finally tugging at her lips. “baby wants me to stay with her?”
you smile shyly, pressing a soft kiss to her nose. “yeah. i need you, tophie.”
“careful with that,” she gives her leg a bounce, making you jolt and let out an involuntary whimper at the sensation.
her buff arms wrap around your waist, pulling your body flush against hers as her voice lowers down to a sultry whisper. “that sentence’s always trouble.”
“i didn’t even mean it that way, pervert.” you pout, but your breath hitches when warm lips find your neck.
soft moans slip out of your mouth, tilting your head back to give her more free canvas. you feel her grin against your kiss-littered skin, “you sure about that?”
you don’t get a chance to reply, her rough hands sliding under your shirt to find your already hardened nipples.
“so worked up from a few touches,” she teases, reveling in your pathetic mewls and the drag of your shamefully soaked cunt against her clothed thigh. “you’re too easy.”
“you’re too tense,” you breathe out, your hips rolling needily over her strong leg, her calloused fingertips working your sensitive tits. “mmfgh,” you crash your lips against hers into a heated kiss, her body tensing even further under you. “let me help, tophie.”
“oh don’t say that,” she practically growls, nipping harshly at your bottom lip. “never say that.”
“why?” you whine into her mouth, grinding even harder. “i want to help you.”
she scoffs, “don’t say that when i’m this mad. you can’t handle it.”
“yes i can,” you huff — well, it’s more a moan than a huff really —, trying to compose yourself enough to speak. “mhh.. you should let off some steam with me, tophie.”
she groans, coaxing a garbled scream out of you with a mean twist of your nipples. “big words for such a weak girl.”
“no! aahh— mngh,” you mewl when one of her hands ditches your chest to find the swell of your ass, grabbing and squeezing the fat. “i—i can handle it. please.”
she rasps a laugh, feeling you arch up against her hand. “can you, really?”
you nod, your mouth shut to prevent drool from dribbling out of your lips at the delicious friction of her pant against your clit.
though it’s quickly forced open into a surprised gasp when a harsh strike suddenly lands on your ass cheek.
she wastes no time in easily manhandling you and flipping you around, her two hands now down to the back of your thighs as your back meets her chest. you feel her hot breath nip at your ear, “let’s see how much you can take before you crack, angel.”
“oh— oh my god,” are the last coherent words that leave your mouth before your thighs are hiked up over the arm rests, spread wide open for her nimble fingers to lift up your mini skirt and tug your panties to the side.
her chest rumbles with laughter against your back, “you’re this wet just from humping my leg? what are you, a bitch in heat?”
you’d have loved to answer if she didn’t immediately plunge two fingers knuckle-deep into you right off the bat, her other hand quickly slapping over your mouth to muffle your startled scream.
“shh baby,” she coos into your ear, smiling at the feel of your tears streaming down your cheeks to reach her hand. “we don’t want the others to hear you, hm? you left the door unlocked after all. really, really wouldn’t want anyone coming in.”
her digits pump in and out of you greedily, the filthy squelches more than loud enough to make up for your stifled noises. you’d in fact left the door open behind you, and now you couldn’t rip your eyes off it, terrified of someone passing by.
but oh, who could actually focus on that when such thick fingers were scissoring them open?
you lick and bite at her hand on your mouth, trying to pry it off so you could inhale more air, your poor nose not enough anymore to sustain you throughout this delicious finger-fucking.
she clicks her tongue, annoyed at your stupid attempts, finally taking her now moist hand off your mouth. “can’t behave, can you?”
you pant, chest heaving, sucking in sharp breaths that were knocked out of your lungs just as quickly at every curl of her strong fingers against your g-spot.
“oh toph!” your eyes roll back, thighs spasming against the chair when she bullies a third finger in. “oh— oh god. fuck!”
“so loud.” she tuts, picking up the pace in spite of her scolding. “you’re worsening my headache.”
your earlier worries were completely flung out the window, shamelessly moaning and arching your hips up to meet with every thrust of her skilled fingers, garbled praise and curses leaving your quivering lips.
through your daze, you hear an awfully familiar metallic click! , and before you try to pinpoint what it was, she kindly indulges your curiosity the next second, the tip of a gun pushing through your parted lips.
you squeal through the gradually shrinking gaps, “n—no! wait, toph, i think it’s loaded— mmph!!”
the metal stretches out your mouth, cutting off every other potential noise. she grins, pressing a taunting kiss to your neck, “i know. that’s the fun.”
the fun? the fun???? she just cocked her gun and shoved it in your mouth, and called it fun?
its heaviness against your tongue left no room for doubt — it was definitely loaded. the thought had your stomach collapsing over itself, cold sweat rolling down your temples.
“awh, don’t be so scared.” she croons sweetly, padded fingertips prodding at your spongy spot to feel you writhe against her. her index swipes over the trigger, and your eyes almost pop out of the sockets, your screaming vibrating uselessly through the metal.
she chuckles, “you’re married to the police chief, baby. i know how to handle a gun. relax, i won’t pull the trigger. wouldn’t want my pretty girl’s brains splattered all over my office’s walls, right?”
honestly, you were just surprised you didn’t pee all over her hand already.
you were so terrified, whole body shuddering as your eyes followed the teasing glide of her finger over the trigger, your very life hanging in the balance.. and yet, the knot in your gut only tightened in arousal, the line between fear and pleasure becoming a hazy blur.
her thumb finds your sensitive clit to rub fast circles on it, and your vision flashes white, thrashing wildly in her grasp with your sobs and shrieks muffled.
“ah-ah,” she taps her gun against the top row of your teeth in warning. “don’t move around so much. you know, you could make me accidentally shoot.”
an upwards curl of her fingers inside you has you gagging around the metal, gushing all over her hand as drool seeps through the corners of the full gun to drip down your chin.
“attagirl.” toph kisses your cheek, the gesture too sweet for whatever the fuck she just did to you, drinking in your poor body’s trembling against hers. “see, you made it out alive.”
maybe you should add rat poison to her next meal. see if she can make it out alive too.
toph breathes out a laugh, easily sensing your irritation. “hey now, don’t be mad. you just came alllll over my fingers. i deserve a thank you.”
she pulls them out of you with a wet pop, bringing them to her mouth for a taste.
“sweet. i think the fear adds some flavor,” she withdraws her gun, its tip linked to your lolled out tongue with big strings of saliva as you pant heavily. she brings her fingers to your slack mouth, forcing you to suck the rest of your release off of them, “tastes better, right?”
you lick on them, a shiver racing down your spine when the cold air hits your now empty, drooling pussy. pleased hums accompany your obedient sucking, and when satisfied, she finally retracts them to let you speak.
“ugh—” you rest back against her shoulder, looking up at her through half-lidded eyes, limbs limp and breathing ragged. “s-see? i.. i told you i could handle it.”
“handle what?” she smiles down at you, and it’s not sweet. she pats the side of your still hiked up thigh with the saliva-slick weapon, “that’s cute.. but we’re nowhere near done, baby. go lock the door.”
older toph with greying streaks in her hair and slight crows feet around her eyes and faint smile lines around her lips. who's only gotten bulkier with age due to her unending training and work in the police force. she's also gotten meaner, if that's possible, and you're a little ashamed to say that you like that.
with how she pulls your hair to her cunt and grinds against your face, uncaring about your whimpers and gasps for air. but you're so eager to please her, lapping up her slick with a hungry desperation that makes toph laugh through her moans.
she'll fuck you on her metal strap until you're so far overstimulated that you can't talk. that all you can do is convulse violently as she pounds another orgasm out of you, drawing weak squeaks from your sore throat when that pleasure-pain crests into something absolutely devastating. you sob loudly, trembling hands barely able to push at toph's stomach in hopes that she'll let up. but toph never lets up because she loves seeing you drooling, crying and wrecked beyond reason.
and she never fears that you'll grow bored of her, that you'll find someone younger and better. because she sees the way you look at her with heart-shaped pupils and how fiercely you cling to her. she knows that no one else will ever satisfy you the way she does.
and if that's what helps her sleep at night then that's between her and her thoughts.
My favourite thing about chapter 5 is watching the absolute switch up of people who wanted Ralsei to have the hat look back immediately scream and cry when he’s forced to have that shit back on (I was one of those people and I was YELLING for him to have that shit off)
