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19 ⸝⸝ 🇵🇭 ⸝⸝ BEIFONG'S!

[mellowzoe]

WHERE IN THE WORLD...

ೀ ݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ Minnie || Mellow .ᐟ 19 .ᐟ Filipino .ᐟ

Hello, PLAYER.ᐟ Lost? The map below might help .ᐟ

⤷ ゛AVATARVERSE. ˎˊ˗

Mayhaps what you're looking for is within another world, PLAYER.ᐣ

˚₊ · »-♡→ AO3. WATTPAD.

Have a jolly journey, PLAYER.ᐟ

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ...IS CARMEN SANDIEGO...?

credits to mapgen4 for the map :))

[mellowzoe]

Can you do just G!P toph headcannons sorry if I sound rude

YESS! and it's not rudee. it'll come guys trust ‼️

[mellowzoe]

more g!p toph PLZZZZZ

im literally on my knees

soon. very soon? soon. 😜

I PROMISEE IT JUST TAKES TIME GUYS 💔💔

[mellowzoe]

can you please do toph x pregnant reader🥹

i'm so sorry for the late response, sweets. i assure you i've got something cooking up for that! (a lot of iterations actually). just preoccupied with some stuff :')). I'M NOT IGNORING YOU LOVES PROMISEEE 😭😭😭

[mellowzoe]

AVATARVERSE...

Mother's Day Special ── ᵎᵎ ✦

⌞9.7k+⌝ Synopsis ౨ৎ in which; aang planned surprises for you to celebrate mother's day. and to make up for months of them neglecting your needs. only for toph to ruin it all by giving in to your whims. aang isn't surprised. toph may be an enabler. she still thinks it's the best mother's day they've given yet.

exercise.ᐟ.ᐟ ── ᵎᵎ ✦

⌞2.6k+⌝ Synopsis ౨ৎ 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.

multo. ── ᵎᵎ ✦

⌞3k+⌝ Synopsis ౨ৎ toph beifong is being haunted.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎YOU'VE REACHED THE END, PLAYER.

[earth-kingdom-strap]

.... ✂️ with sub toph please? 🥺🥺🥺 I beg....

After Dark Pt.2

Adult Toph Beifong x Waterbender Girlfriend Reader

WC: 5k+

Synopsis: You finally return home from your seminar with Katara. Read first part here.

Warnings/Content: Sub!Toph, Cunnilings(Toph receiving), Scissoring, kissing, soft sex, slight temperature play, light angst, toph just misses you nothing too crazy.

Seven days.

That’s how long you’ve been away from home, assisting Katara with an advanced healing seminar at a clinic in a small community. An entire week since you’d last seen your girlfriend, and the distance was slowly driving you insane.

It wasn't just the physical absence of her, it was the silence. You knew Toph better than anyone. Which means you knew the very idea of dictating her private thoughts to Sokka just so he could scratch them onto parchment was mortifying to her.

But usually, when you were away, even if only for a few days, something found its way to you. Most of the time in the past a messenger hawk would arrive with a blunt two sentence note about her day or a jab about the spirit spa baths you and Katara were teaching people about. Sometimes, she would even send a metal bent token as a way to show she's still thinking about you without all the mushy words attached to it.

You weren't expecting her to pour her heart out to you, but you at least hoped she'd send something to hold you over until you were back. But by the third day, the responses to your letters began to dwindle. And by the fifth, they stopped entirely.

A part of you had hoped Toph was just swamped with investigations and the daily grind of running the police force. You knew better than anyone that there would always be people to protect and criminals to bring to justice. You understood that her duty to Republic City and commitment to the badge often came first which was fine.

But there was another part of you, the part that's spent years learning the intricate map of Toph Beifong’s soul that felt a persistent, nagging worry.

When Toph went radio silent, it usually meant she was retreating into herself, reinforcing those metal walls she used to protect the vulnerable heart she so rarely lets anyone see.

It was heartbreaking to think about really. You’d spent so long stripping those defenses down, piece by piece, reassuring Toph that her mind, her body, and her heart would always be safe with you. And now, walking toward her apartment, you were terrified that a single week apart had convinced her it was safer to be alone again.

The streets of Republic City were a chaotic blur of noise and color, but you moved through the crowd with singular focus. Every step you took brought you closer to the cause of the ache in your chest that now felt like a gravitational pull that brought you closer to the woman you loved.

The gravel crunched beneath your Water Tribe boots that you hadn't even bothered to change out of. Stopping at your own apartment for a fresh set of clothes seemed like a waste of time when your heart was leading in the direction of Toph's place.

Besides, you’d rather just borrow one of her oversized shirts anyway, it smelled more like home than anything you owned anyways.

The hallway in the complex was quiet, the air inside the building felt charged with all the words you havent been able to say in your letters. It felt like you were stepping into a sinkhole of your own making. It was well into the evening, dinner time to be exact and you found yourself praying to the spirits that she was actually home and not still buried in paperwork at the precinct.

As the door came into view, your pace quickened, the thud of your boots echoed off the walls in the hallway. You didn't knock. You didn't wait. You pulled out the key Toph specially made for you that felt like a piece of her trust in your palm and turned it in the lock.

The silence of the apartment was heavy, but it wasn't empty. You spotted her bag slumped over the back of the couch and the discarded pile of her RCPD uniform on the floor. Which was a good sign, it meant she’s been home long enough to strip off the chief persona, but not long enough to settle the restlessness you could feel vibrating through the walls.

The click of the lock as you shut the door behind you sounded like a small bomb going off in the quiet room. You dropped your bag right where you stood, not caring that it cluttered the entryway. Your only focus was the shadow of her in the next room.

The scent of her shampoo, floral and crisp hit you the moment you stepped into the hallway. It was a domestic, intimate smell that made your chest ache even more. You pushed the bedroom door open just a crack, the light from the hallway spilling across the floor.

There she was.

She looked softer like this, hair damp and clinging to her neck, one of your old shirts that you left snug around her. Seeing your clothes on her, the silent admission that she’d been reaching for you while you were gone nearly broke your resolve.

Toph didn't turn around. She didn't offer a snarky comment or a welcome home. She just moved with a deliberate, quiet huff, climbing onto the bed and curling into the covers, with her back to you.

The silence in the room wasn't peaceful, it was filled with the weight of everything she wasn't saying. If you didn't know any better, you would probably think she just looked tired after a long day. But you could see the tension in her shoulders as she stiffly lay there. She looked like she was trying to disappear into the mattress so she wouldn't have to acknowledge the frantic, hopeful rhythm of your heart echoing through the floorboards.

You moved, stripping down to just your under garments, not wanting the outside clothes to touch the clean sheets. As you crawled onto the mattress, the bed groaned under your weight, but Toph remained a statue, her back still turned to you. It was only when you moved to straddle her, settling onto her lap with your thighs on either side of her hips, that you felt the sudden, sharp intake of her breath.

Being this close, you could feel the heat radiating off her skin, but more importantly, you could feel the tension. Toph's hands clenched into fists at her side, she was worrying her lip between her teeth so hard she nearly drew blood.

Over the years you have seen her run into collapsed buildings without blinking, stand toe-to-toe with the most dangerous benders in the world with her jaw set and her stance unbreakable. But here, with you in the quiet of her bedroom, stripped of her uniform and her bravado, she looked dangerously close to shattering.

You don’t think you have ever seen her look this fragile. You lifted your hand, fingers curling around her chin as you gently turned her head, forcing her to face you. Seeing those milky eyes usually so full of fire and defiance beginning to water had your heart breaking into pieces.

“Toph...” You breathed her name, the sound laced with an affection that bordered on reverence as you searched her face. “Tell me what's wrong.”

The sound of your voice, so gentle and familiar, seemed to act as a final blow against a weakening dam. She flinched, her breath hitching in a way that sounded like a sob she was trying to turn into a growl.

“What's wrong?” She repeated, her voice cracking as she finally let out a watery laugh. She tried to pull her chin from your hand, not to get away, but to hide. You didn't let her, you needed her to know she couldn't run from this. “Everything is wrong! The city is too loud, this bed is too big, the apartment is too quiet and the ground... the ground felt like it was shifting under my feet for seven days because you weren't here to keep it still.”

It was probably one of the most romantic things she has ever said to you, but you knew better than to point it out. If you teased her or made it a thing she’d retreat and bury that rare vulnerability under a layer of sarcasm and stubborn denial.

So, you just listened. You let her frustrations bleed out, her words tumbling over each other as she struggled to navigate the storm of feelings she usually kept under lock and key. Toph was a woman of action, of force. But when it came to the messy, quiet complexities of the heart, she often felt like she was punching at shadows.

She was angry, not really at you, but at the power you had over her peace of mind. She hated that she couldn't just be fine on her own anymore. You had infiltrated every layer of her life. You were in the scent of her sheets, the walls of her home, and most inconveniently, the quietest parts of her heart. The truth was, Toph didn't know how to be the iron willed, brooding chief and the woman who wore your shirt to bed when you were gone just to feel close to you.

“I missed you too, you know.” You say softly, interrupting her downward spiral. The pads of your thumbs tracing her jaw. “It was hard being away from you for so long. All I could think about was what you were doing, how your day was, what you were feeling. I was driving myself and Katara insane.”

Toph’s eyes welled up, a single, silent tear finally breaking free and trailing down her cheek. The sight of it was so rare and so heavy with the weight of her loneliness it drew you in instinctively. You leaned forward and kissed it away, your lips lingering against her skin for a moment longer than necessary, just to let her feel the warmth and the promise behind the gesture.

When you pulled away, the space between you felt electric. Toph didn't move, she remained frozen in your hold, her breathing uneven as she processed the tenderness. The frustration that had fueled her all evening seemed to evaporate, replaced by a stunned surrender. She looked smaller in that moment, now that her damp hair was framing a face that had finally run out of ways to hide.

“I mean it, Toph.” You whispered, your voice sounding much louder in the quiet room. “I was a mess. Every time I looked up at the moon, I was just counting the hours until I could get back to you.”

“Good,” Toph finally whispers, though her voice is thick, “You should be miserable. It’s only fair.”

The soft laugh that escapes you vibrates against her skin as the last of the tension finally snaps. You never want to feel that distance again, or that hollow, aching silence that made the world feel like it was titled.

Toph’s arms wind around your waist with a sudden, desperate strength, hauling you flush against her until there’s no air left between you. She buries her face in the crook of your neck, her breath hot against your pulse. You stay rooted in her lap, letting her take what she needs.

Her hands weren't gentle, they moved with an urgency that she's rarely displayed before. They glide across your body, her palms calloused and warm, mapping every inch of your ribs and spine as if she were trying to memorize every curve through her fingertips. It felt less like a caress and more like she's reclaiming her territory, her nails occasionally grazing your skin to ensure that you’re solid, real, and most importantly hers.

“Mine,” Toph mutters against your skin, her voice muffled but fierce. “Don't you dare leave me again. I don't care how many patients need healing, I'm the one who's falling apart when you're gone.”

The room falls into a charged silence as you let her possessive words hang in the air. You don't answer her, you knew when she got like this she needed to feel the declaration of your love against her skin.

So you lean in, capturing her lips in a kiss that was a soft, bruising collision of a week’s worth of unspoken longing. Toph's lips tasted of the kind of relief that only comes with you being home.

As your mouth moves against hers, your hands finally slide beneath the hem of your shirt that she’s wearing. The feel of her warm, toned skin against your palms sends a current directly to your core. You moan into the kiss and toph drinks it in, licking into your mouth and sucking on your tongue like she was starved and you were the only thing that could sate her hunger.

The feel of you pressing her into the mattress as you deepened the kiss had her entire body buzzing with need. Toph’s breath hitches in her throat, her head lolling back in total surrender as your thigh settles firmly between her legs, providing the solid pressure she’s been starving for.

Fresh tears sting Toph's eyes, blurring a world she already cannot see but now feels with so much clarity. She is moving against you with a frantic desperation now, grinding down onto your leg as if she was trying to carve her essence into your bones so you could never forget how it feels to have her against you. Every thrust was a silent scream for the relief her body has been aching for since you've been gone.

“Yes, just like that, baby,” You encourage against her lips, your voice a low, sultry vibration that shatters whatever remains of her restraint.

Toph’s hips stutter and hitch as you flex the muscle in your thigh, increasing the firm, unyielding pressure right where she needed it the most. She chases the sensation with a fevered desperation, her head pressing into the pillow as the pressure building low in her belly began to spread across her entire body.

“Are you going to come on my leg for me, pretty girl?” The question, the possessiveness of it nearly breaks her.

A choked, sobbing moan spills from her lips as her body goes rigid, her fingers clawing into your shoulders.

“Yes!” Her breath comes in sharp, shallow gasps, and she nods frantically, her forehead bumping against yours as you kiss her sloppily. “Fuck, I missed you so much baby you feel so good against me.”

You lift up, breaking the kiss just enough to see the flush spreading across her cheeks. Your hands roam back up her sides, tracing the lean muscle of her ribs before finally molding the soft swell of her breasts. The moment your fingers make contact, Toph arches sharply off the bed, her body a live wire of unspent tension that she knew only you could handle.

She continues to grinds her core against your leg with fevered thrusts, her movements desperate and uncoordinated as she tries to close every inch of space between you. You felt the sting of Toph's fingers as they dug into your arms with a bruising intensity. Toph hitches her hips higher, trying to swallow the solid strength of your thigh.

Your own breathing was ragged as you watched her become consumed by her pleasure, succumbing to the feel of you as she fucked herself against your thigh. You can see how close Toph was to shattering in the way her lips were parted in a silent, breathless plea.

You give her peaked nipple a sharp flick before rolling it between your fingers, applying just enough pressure to draw a sharp cry from her lips. Your own core aches, clenching around nothing as you watch Toph become completely undone right before your eyes.

“Baby-” She was grasping at your shoulders trying to pull you down onto her more so she could feel the full weight of you on top of her. “Please I need to feel you, I need more.”

Your hands were tight around her hips, fingers indenting the creamy skin there. You stilled her movements and Toph whined. Your eyes traveled down between your bodies that were still pressed together. Your entire thigh was coated with her slick, and the sight of it had you groaning deep in your throat.

Fuck, this woman was going to be the death of you.

You allow your fingers to trace a slow, deliberate line down the center of her body, your nails lightly grazing her skin and catching on the hard ridges of her abs. Toph's stomach flexes instinctively under your touch. Her labored breathing following the path of your hand, acting as a physical map of her anticipation.

When you finally reach the soaked lace of her underwear, a deep, guttural moan escapes you. You slide down the length of the bed, settling between her trembling thighs to hover over the damp, ruined silk of her underwear that was a direct testament of just how much she’s been aching for you since you've been gone.

Your nostrils flare as you lean in, the scent of her arousal overwhelming your senses as you press your face against the fabric of her underwear.

You bury your face in her soaked cunt, the bridge of your nose brushes against her clit through the thin fabric. Toph arches her back sharply off the bed, a low, involuntary sound vibrates in her throat because of how sensitive she is. Toph's fingers tangle desperately in your hair, her nails scratching at your scalp to pull you even closer to where she needed you the most.

“Please don't tease me.” She begs hoarsely.

“I won't." You breathed, voice wrecked. "I promise, I won't. Just let me admire you baby, it's been so long.”

You don’t wait another second, your flattened tongue darts out, licking a long stripe across the soaked fabric, right where the heat is most intense. The thin fabric only adds a rough, tantanizing friction that has Toph nearly screaming.

Every time your tongue swirls over her through the material, she jolts, her hips bucking upward in a rabid, clumsy attempt to meet the pressure. Her fingers still cling to your hair, her nails digging into your scalp as she pulled. The combination of the heavy, wet heat of your tongue and the rasp of the fabric was pushing her over the edge far quicker, than you have ever seen her come undone before.

You continued to make out with her pussy, slow at first, before you couldn't take not feeling the warmth of her on your tongue anymore and you just about tore the fabric off of her and discarded it on the floor.

With the last barrier finally discarded, the cool air hit her aching cunt making her shiver despite the heat radiating between you. Toph’s breathing became a series of shallow, broken hitches as she lay exposed, her thighs wrapped around you trembling in need.

You moaned deep in your throat at the sight of her swollen pussy lips that were glistening like jewels with her slick heat. Her clit was erect, the bundle of nerves throbbing and begging for you to wrap your lips around it.

You kissed the inside of her thighs first, nipping and biting the skin there. You were savoring each quiver of her body, each tug in your hair, and desperate demand for you to stop teasing her.

You only give in to her after you are satisfied with the marks you left on her inner thighs. You paused only for a second, hovering just shy of where she needed you the most. You puckered your lips, blowing warm air on her dripping cunt in one last effort to tease her. Toph's toes curl against the matters, her entire body stiffening as she mewled.

“Baby please,” Toph whined, her breath hitching into a near sob as the pressure building inside her core becomes an unbearable ache. “Please, I cant take it-”

You responded by parting her lips with your fingers, licking a stripe up her soaked cunt to silence her cries. Toph’s warm slick coated your tongue and you moan at the taste of her. You pulled away just a fraction, your darkened eyes catching the string of Toph's wetness that dripped from your own tongue.

“God, baby. You're soaked its so fucking sexy.” You moaned, before diving back in with more fever.

Toph arches off the bed up into your mouth, her legs completely falling open as she offers herself to you. Your tongue delves deep into her folds sweeping her cunt as you feel the flutters of her pussy walls as they constrict.

A broken cry is forced from her lungs. Toph's head snaps back against the pillow as her fingers tighten their grip in your hair, pulling you closer with a strength born from her earthbending.

The feel of your warm, wet tongue against her needy cunt has her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Toph begins to move with you, her hips lifting to meet every firm stroke of your tongue. It became a desperate dance, her breath coming in quick gasps as you finally take what’s yours.

Your fingers smooth over her hips before sliding upward, your palms spreading wide over her taut, trembling stomach. You interlock your fingers over her midsection, using the weight and grip of your hands to secure her firmly in place against the mattress as your tongue teased her entrance before slipping inside and curling.

“Yes! Your tongue is so fucking deep, baby.” Toph's entire body was twitching, her breath uneven and sharp, her thighs tightened around your head, as you fucked her deliciously with your tongue.

You used your waterbending to amplify each stroke of your tongue. Playing around with the temperature, cooling the slick just enough for her to thrust into your mouth.

You ate Toph out like she was a deity you were worshiping, with each flick of your tongue serving as a desperate devotion. You were continuing to fluctuate the temperature as you fucked her with a reverence that bordered on something holy. Every deliberate stroke you gave her was a silent prayer her body was openly receiving.

Your own wetness was dripping down your thighs as you watched the woman you love completely give herself to the divine weight of your focus. Her body shuddering as she began to believe in the devotion you’re pouring into her.

The room echoed with the wet sounds of your consumption as your mouth suctioned around her slit to apply more pressure as you ate her out sloppily. Her wetness covered your cheeks and dripped down your chin but you didn't stop, you wanted to be baptized in her essence to the point it became apart of you.

Another melodic sound escapes Toph then. Part sob, part moan as she tries to lift off the bed but your arms are locked around her midsection holding her in place. Toph's hands moved from your hair to press against your cheeks instead, guiding you even deeper into her cunt as you tongue fucked her. Your jaw was starting to ache but you were so drunk on her pussy and the sweet sounds that were coming from her parted lips that if you died in that moment you would die happily where you belonged.

“You fuck me so good baby, you're the best I've ever had ahh..”

Toph's hands release you, tangling in the sheets, and then a pillow, as they desperately search for something to anchor herself to as the world was currently spinning out of her control.

You watched, burying yourself deeper, before licking your back up to her pulsing clit. Your tongue swirls around the hardened bundle, flicking it, as your now chilled lips wrapped around the sensitive nerves, sucking hard. You used your waterbending to make the wetness that pooled in your mouth and coated your tongue vibrate. It was a electric thrum that grew with each pulse of her clit that you could feel with you blood bending.

“Oh my god, baby I-”

The release hits her like a physical shock, starting deep in her core and radiating outward in powerful waves that pulse against your tongue. Toph lifts her hips off the bed, a loud, broken, keening sound tore from her throat that was quickly muffled by the pillow she was biting down onto.

You watch as her hands clench around the fabric with enough force to nearly rip the seams of the pillowcase, her legs shake uncontrollably as her chest heaves with every rapid breath.

You slowed your strokes but didn't stop your ministrations, her slick pooled in your mouth and you moaned, relishing in the taste as you licked the heavy current seeping out of her. The sound of it vibrated against her cunt causing her thighs to clench around your head once again.

Toph’s body continues to shudder in powerful aftershocks well after her release, her muscles still twitching from the phantom vibrations of your tongue. As the tension finally begins to ease, you release your firm hold on her, leaning down to place one last kiss to her center, before trailing your lips along the sensitive skin of both thighs.

You slide back up her shaking body, the heat of your skin the only thing she can really register at the moment. When you finally capture her lips again, the kiss is different, no longer a demand, but a slow sensual joining of lips and tongue.

Toph had met you halfway, a long, content sigh sounding in her throat. Her arms, still weak, find their way around your neck, pulling you down as if she’s trying to merge her very breath with yours in the quiet air of the room.

Toph moaned at the taste of herself on your tongue, her hands gripping your shoulders before sliding down your back and over your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. She was already sliding your ruined panties down your legs, her fingers desperately searching for your slick heat.

Your forehead rests against hers, your breath coming out in hot, harsh breaths as you spoke. “Baby if you keep doing that I won't be able to stop and I know you need rest.”

“You need to come.” Toph breathed against your lips. Already pulling you down so your thighs could slip between hers, aligning your slit against hers. “I want you to come with me this time please?”

Hearing her beg, something she rarely does, breaks something deep inside you. Toph wasn't just asking, you knew what she really craved was the intimacy of it, feeling you close as you come together. You felt the heat of the night bleed away until all that was left was the lingering arousal and the profound love you both have for eachother. You could never deny this woman. As long as she was yours she would have everything she desires.

You press a gentle kiss to her temple, feeling the dampness off her skin that was your own doing. “Okay baby.”

You shifted, slipping a pillow under her hips to elevate them. You then hooked one of her thighs over your hip, aligning yourself until your sopping cunt was flush against hers.

“Fuck” Your chorused whimpers echoed in the room as you slid your wet center against her, rolling your hips before grinding down in quick burst.

Toph's fingers dug into your wrist as you pressed down into her, her leg hooked over your shoulder as you smeared your wetness all over her cunt.

“Spirits, you're so wet for me baby you're going to make me come again.” Toph says, her head was strewn back againt the pillows, her hair spawled across the sheets as the heat between you became smoldering.

You could feel her all over, the way her clit delved between your folds. The sounds of your combined wetness filled the room mingled with your ragged breaths. The intensity of it was enough to have your own thighs stuttering. Each drag of your clit against hers sent waves of pleasure that erupted throughout your entire body.

“You feel so good, baby. Fuck, you’re so wet and perfect against me,” You growl, the words thick with a hunger you can no longer contain.

Your hands tighten around her thigh, your fingers digging into the flesh there hard enough to bruise as your pace quickens to match her as she grinds up into you. You kiss her ankle, dragging your tongue along her calve as Toph's thighs started to shake, her breath catching as the press of your warm pussy against hers has her nearly vibrating off the bed.

She clings to you, her fingers curling into your shoulders as you rut against her. The air in the room was now filled with the desperate sounds of the both of you breaking.

“I love you-” Toph's voice breaks, the words dying in her throat as you grind against her with a raw, relentless pressure. “I love you so much fuck!”

Your hips buck, your pace quickening as you reach your own breaking point. “I love you too. Now come for me baby, I want your pretty pussy to come all over me.”

Toph shatters at the sound of the command with a sharp, piercing cry that is instantly swallowed by the force of your lips crashing against hers. The sound vibrates between you, raw and unbridled, as you roll your hips in a way that draws out every last wave of her orgasm.

You collapse forward, completely on top of her now as you rut into her with quick, powerful thrusts, every muscle in your body coiling until the tension snaps and your orgasm slams into you with a force that makes your entire body shake. A deep, guttural sound is torn from your throat, muffled by the heat of the kiss, as you press yourself firmly against her.

For several long, breathless seconds, the world ceases to exist, there is only the pulse of your shared release and the crushing weight of your bodies merging into one.

You bury your face in the crook of Toph’s neck, both of your bodies slick with sweat and the lingering heat of your shared intensity. You’re panting, the air in the room was still thick and heavy from your release.

Toph’s hands move lazily up your spine, her fingers tracing soothing patterns that ground you both as a peacefulness settles in the room. She lets out a small, characteristic snort after a moment. Her voice was still breathy and rough from exertion as she spoke.

“Well,” Toph teased, you could feel the smirk playing on her lips, “That’s one way to make it up to me.”

You hum tiredly, the lazy patterns she’s tracing on your spine acting as a sedative. Between the grueling travel and the intensity of the night, exhaustion was finally pulling at you.

“Anything for my baby,” You mumble sleepily, your voice muffled against her skin as your eyes drift shut. “I hope you’re comfortable, because I’m not moving.”

When she spoke next, her voice was a rare, soft hum, a sound Toph reserves only for the quietest hours of the night, exclusively for you.

“It’s okay, my love,” Toph reassures, her words a warm breath against your temple. Her arms tighten around you, pulling you into the solid safety of her embrace as if she’s shielding you from the rest of the world.

“Go to sleep,” Toph whispers, her fingers continuing their slow patterns against your back. “I’ll be right here holding you when you wake.”

Now secure in her hold and her promise settling in the air around you, the last of your exhaustion finally takes over. As you drift off to sleep the room fades into a peaceful silence, leaving only the synchronized beat of your two hearts.

AN: this has been sitting in my drafts for so long bc of rewrites and I still hate it :(

[mellowzoe]

yall better eat what my twin cooked up. its delicious, plus sharing is caring 😈😈

[mellowzoe]

multo. toph x f!reader.

♡ˎˊ˗ wc: 3k+ ┆ synopsis: toph beifong is being haunted.

warnings/content: angst. yearning toph. toph suffers here. g!p toph but this is just angst dw. implied pregnancy from reader at the end. hurt no comfort. idk how to angst. everyone is emotionally constipated. this whole fic is fragmented. the reader left toph :((. ambiguous ending. and walls of paragraphs lol. might write a second part of the reader's pov but we'll see. you don't have to read the lyrics nor understand it if it's too much of an effort to follow or look up the translations to. just know that i tried to convey the feelings of multo in this :')). you won't miss much but it might hurt more ;;

a/n: honestly don't know where this is going. bugso ng damdamin (burst of emotion) guys. i've been on this for like a few days ugh. pls reply cause i need feedback askjdhkahsgd. don't worry, i am writing other oneshots. up to you to listen to the songs below nyanahahha. and this is crossposted in ao3!... and wattpad...

Multo. Ghost. 

There's something funny about ghosts. Something funny about it that shouldn't bother Toph Beifong. Because living people in the flesh never haunt the land of the living. And as far as she’s concerned, you’re both still breathing.

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Then why is it that you're still able to haunt her? And maybe it was worse that her other senses were heightened because of her affliction. That her other honed senses were attuned to picking you out in every single place and scenario she’s in. Maybe it was worse because she can't escape you. 

Humingang malalim, pumikit na muna

Many a times, she wakes up as she usually does. In an empty bed. Cold. And she'd have to deal with the silence of the night. This chill that quakes her in her bones despite being covered in blankets that still smells like you. And if she's being honest, the whole house still smells like you. If someone asks, she wouldn't say she hadn't washed the sheets ever since you left. She wouldn't confess the thought of losing your scent on the bed would simultaneously break her and free her from your chains. Like you left her with a dilemma she doesn't want any answers to.

At baka-sakaling namamalikmata lang

Sometimes she thinks she's going crazy because she swears she felt your soft footsteps. She swears she saw the seismic waves at the edge of her vision. She swears she heard that unique sound of your heartbeat. That slow one during the morning when you’re preparing for the day.

Ba't nababahala? 'Di ba't ako'y mag-isa?

Then she has to remind herself that she has always been alone, especially when she comes back home from the precinct and she stands in the doorway like an idiot waiting for your eager hug. You stopped hugging her a couple weeks before you left. Was that her fault? 

'Kala ko'y payapa, boses mo'y tumatawag pa

She stands frozen there between the barrier of her house and the outside because she swore she heard you call out to her. In that tone. The one which you follow up with, I miss you, chief. She swore she smelled the perfume you always make her buy you. She swore she smelled your cooking. She swore she heard your hums and singing. She swears your ghost is living with her. Taunting her. Because you were so… happy the night before you left. Was it her neglect that allowed you to slip from her hold? How did she not notice you slowly slipping away from her? Either she was too oblivious or you were that good of a liar. Were your admissions of feelings a lie too? Was all of it a ruse? Did you play with her heart? Did you really mean it when you accepted her wholeheartedly even after knowing of her vastly different anatomy? She knows the answer. And it doesn’t make it any better.

Binaon naman na ang lahat

She tried to. To bury the everything she experienced with you. It was easy during the first few weeks actually. It was so easy to bury her memories of you within her busy schedule. To blame you for your weakness. To blame you for your own decisions that got you both where you are now. It was so easy to just get angry at you. To curse at your name and talk shit about you despite Katara and Aang's reservations about the whole situation. But even the greatest earthbender has to face her ghosts back home. Rather, the real ghost of you. Something she can't earthbend nor metalbend out of. Because deep down, she knows she can’t resent you. She knows she’s too much, and you simply couldn’t handle it. You put up with her shit for years. You're much stronger than her for bearing with her. Her thoughts and her own mind are inescapable now with her sanctuary gone. It reached a point when home stopped feeling like hers. It felt like you owned it down to its very atom, felt like the whole property was cradled in your palms so lovingly and hauntingly. But you're not even there. 

Tinakpan naman na 'king sugat

She accomplished something, though. She was recognized by the council as a proper Chief—despite having the title for years. She always thought you'd celebrate the day with her. She guesses not. It dawned that night that every single thing she does will be for her and herself alone. 

Ngunit ba't ba andito pa rin?

No. She didn't cry. How could she? She was the reason you’re gone in the first place. Her selfishness. Her sheer focus on her career in her one track mind. Maybe that's why the council commended her. Because she spent too much time holed up in the precinct. More interested in her work than taking care of you. Right. Work. The one thing she's good at. it only makes her breath stutter. Only that and nothing worse. Even while remembering the signs of your exhaustion, when you'd tell her you wanted to go out with her. When you'd tell her your date plans like you had all the time in the world. She didn’t cry.

Hirap na 'kong intindihin

Because she was so busy as the Chief. And so tired that she'd snap at you for being too needy. And you'd shut up and let her sleep through the night peacefully and unbothered. And then you'd act like nothing happened when she wakes up. You’d make her breakfast and joke around with her. Take a shower with her. Pamper her, despite her wishes of independence. But even then, your care still felt like her choice. Not suffocating like she expected it to be. She didn't even notice then. She can’t remember all of the times she weaponized how deeply you loved her. Because you never reacted.

Tanging panalangin, lubayan na sana

When she needed you, you were there. Injury. Her needs. Cooking. The house taken care of. But she raised her voice in the depths of her stressful days when you'd ask for her time. You did tell her before that you hated shouting. Then it was never brought up again. Did she scare you? 

Dahil sa bawat tingin, mukha mo'y nakikita

There were times when she closed her unseeing eyes after a nightmare, having called your name out of muscle memory when she snapped out of it. Her arm automatically patted the bed to look for the lump your body makes under the sheets in vain.

Kahit sa'n man mapunta ay anino mo'y kumakapit sa 'king kamay

She'd have to remind herself again and again and again that you're not here anymore. That the phantom feeling of your comforting warmth she sometimes feels is just her body betraying her. That your presence is just her senses malfunctioning from fatigue. And that she does not expect you to still be lying next to her. That she won't find your snoring body just one roll over.

Ako ay dahan-dahang nililibing nang buhay pa

What really made her not cry? She doesn't need light to see and function. But you do. And the bills only lightened up when you left. Even the hot water didn't get consumed. Her spending stopped too. She has more self-earned money than she knows what to do with. Even the fridge that was once full of ingredients was empty at the time of your departure. Some kind of merciful act to her, knowing she won't touch the fresh produce that will only rot and go to waste. She's only glad. Truly. Definitely.

Hindi na makalaya

Yeah… She's glad… She'd murmur that over and over again to herself as the sobs wrack her body after a harsh day. She couldn't save a family. And she came home like a fool hoping you'll be there to comfort her. That she can cry in your arms and let the walls finally fall in the security you bring. She doesn’t know how you did it. But you did. You were able to get under her skin—crawl your way to her chest and live in the cavern of her ribs. Right next to her solidified heart. For the longest time it was a mystery how you were able to break down her walls so easily. Like some powdered snow melting under the sun—your light. Maybe that’s why she couldn’t sense your torment. You were oversaturated with this warmth and heat that it won’t let her see through the suffering she caused. Yeah… She'd murmur she's glad no one can see her like this anymore. 

Dinadalaw mo 'ko bawat gabi

But it was your shirt that she'd cry onto. Suffocating herself in your remaining scent. Drenched with her tears. The fabric soaks up her despair as if it wants to keep the very knowledge of her breaking from the world. Like the promise you made that no one will ever know outside of your bedroom the secrets she whispered against your lips, the secrets that she wanted you to keep locked and hidden. And she knows she'd regret this once morning comes because your scent would get weaker. 

Wala mang nakikita

And she'd fall asleep. Hugging a body pillow that still lingers with the scent of you, breath shuddering as she sleeps off her cries. Clutching onto it like a kid, hoping it would be you that greets her in the morning and not the stale air of the bedroom and the creaking of the cold, empty house. 

Haplos mo'y ramdam pa rin sa dilim

But really, she swears she always feels your warm hands combing through her wet bangs before she falls asleep. Hears your lulling hums like you never left. 

Hindi na nananaginip

And she thinks she finally can have some peace but even in the emptiness of her dreams you're there. You're there happily. Laughing. Squealing and joking. And always with another. Never her. Were you ever happy like that with her? She can't remember anymore. Was it revenge you wanted? For the pain she caused you? For the hurtful words she hurled at you in the height of her emotions? Because somehow you kept strong when she got like that. She never heard your heart shatter. She never heard you cry. She never heard you fall apart and give her the satisfaction of winning an argument. And she doesn’t know whether to be happy or guilty at the mere fact that you did always show vulnerability, but never at the underlying truth that she’s too prideful to apologize properly. Never showed her the hurt that she caused. You’ve always forgiven her. Or maybe you resented her too much to show the open wounds her sharpened words inflicted on you.

Hindi na ma-makagising

She would wake. And it's with tears running down her temples. Eyes stinging and definitely red. Swollen and tired. And her breath escaping her faster than she can chase. She'd truly feel panic because it was you that always knew how to calm her down fast and efficiently. You never complained. You never did complain after multiple times of her blowing up at you. When did you stop loving her? She always thought your unyielding love meant you tolerating her tantrums like that. Your voice is ringing in her ears again, we deserve the love we tolerate, Toph. I think? I don’t know!

Pasindi na ng ilaw

And even the gang would ask her why she never turns the lights on. Forgetting her blindness and that you're the only reason she has them on in the first place. But then again you're not here anymore. They ask why everything is covered with a layer of dust. The smell of an unopened room reeking every time they make their visits. The books you once read to her untouched and like it were never used. They graciously never mention you. Not your name. Not of your presence. Solidifying the thought that maybe you never existed to begin with. The love she felt with you was just made up. That the sole occupant of her toughened heart was a spirit that lost their way and played with her. Maybe you were so enchanting that you were just a figment of her imagination. But why does it hurt this much if it wasn’t real? How can she grieve something—someone for so long if everyone around her acted like you never were?

Minumulto na 'ko ng damdamin ko

Then she'd cry herself to sleep again after they leave because they can't do anything about the heaviness on her chest. They can make her eat and keep her healthy, but they can't bend the weight of your absence off of her conscience. They can't plan their way out of missing someone who left with not even a trace — yet almost everything of their possession in her house. They act like she’s fragile, walk around her like there were eggshells. Like a small reference to your being would break her. Maybe it will. But they don’t know that. Sokka had joked once that it's like his girlfriend turning into a moon all over again, that maybe she turned into the sun! He got a bop in the head from his sister and that was it. No one talked about you outside of her initial shit-talk. And even during that time they never added fuel to the fire. They just listened… And the Avatar can't talk his way to someone who refuses to be seen and found. If that someone is Toph or you, she doesn't know either.

Ng damdamin ko

Even the outside isn't safe. She goes on missions and all she can think of is the scolding that her damned softened heart wants to face again. The voice that will talk her ear off for doing something dangerous. The mundaneity of rainy days with you wrapped around her like a lemur. She walks through crowds and all the information she gets bombarded with, she ties to with yours.

Hindi mo ba ako lilisanin?

To a flower she passes by, smells like you. To a performer singing their heart out, sounds like you. To a random woman she bumps into, looks like you. 

Hindi pa ba sapat pagpapahirap sa 'kin?

To a victim she carries out of a dangerous place, feels like you. To that intern that flock to her for approval, similar to you. To a piece of candy with your favorite flavor, you'll like this. 

Hindi na ba ma-mamamayapa?

To a random blooming cactus she runs into, you'll love this. To a random place she has to go to that smells like sewer waters, you'll hate this. And to a random comedian she passes by on her way home, your humor.

Hindi na ba ma-mamamayapa?

And more often than not, one thought would always go to the forefront of her mind, "I should tell her about this once I'm home—” Then she'd get struck with a reminder like lightning to a rod of what she'll find back home. Emptiness. A chilling draft in place of you. With your haunting scent.

Hindi na makalaya

Katara tells her to start forgetting you. But she just can't. Because it does get her through her worst days. “I can talk to her about this bullshit once I get her back.” Like she didn’t talk bad about you the first month of your disappearance. But it weighs down on her day by day. That it's always been her ruining her own happiness and yours. And it's the reason why you left without a note. Didn't even tell her where you'll go. Did you think she'll track you down like an outlaw? Not even your workplace got a word. And did she mention you left with most of your belongings still in her house? If you didn’t want to be found, then fine. She's too prideful to go after you anyway. She's too prideful, that thought stood out and never came back down once she heard it in her head.

Dinadalaw mo 'ko bawat gabi

It's rinse and repeat. Cry herself to sleep. Wake up still crying. Then pushing it down. Burying her face in ice cold water in hopes of removing any trace of vulnerability left on her body. Eat whatever she can make but not taste it. Get frustrated, then reminded again that she can't change herself no matter what she tries to do and that you won’t ever come running back to her arms. That she doesn’t deserve someone like you. And scowl at everyone that tries to interact with her for the rest of the day.

Wala mang nakikita

That's the problem isn't it? She can't see. Even with her seismic senses, she can't sense what's been in front of her either. Not the problems. Not the weight you carried all by yourself that she neglected. Not it. She should just be happy that she's a hero. Something she'd always wanted. Be the people's saviour and protector. But even then she can't help but feel like an impostor as she remembers she can't even protect her own happiness. Or maybe it was good because that meant you'll be safe from her and her self-sabotaging tendencies.

But even three years later, she can't mistake you for another, that's for sure. 

Haplos mo'y ramdam pa rin sa dilim

It is you, right? She bumped onto someone with your height, your scent, your sound, and… with a toddler. 

Hindi na nananaginip

“Mama! There's this rude looking woman that bumped into you! Didn't even say sorry!”

Hindi na ma-makagising

You gasped. That stutter in your heartbeat is so familiar.

Pasindi na ng ilaw

“Lin—it’s fine, we're just passing by—”

Minumulto na 'ko ng damdamin ko

Lin? Toph's eyes widen as a memory flashes.

Ng damdamin ko

“When we have a baby girl hmm… I'll name her Lin! Lin Beifong!”

Makalaya (hindi mo ba ako lilisanin?)

And then you're gone. Utilizing the crowds as a cloak to cover your trace. Like you were just a hallucination—again. She's starting to think maybe she’s schizophrenic.

Dinadalaw mo 'ko bawat gabi (hindi pa ba sapat pagpapahirap sa 'kin?)

She couldn't sleep that night. Couldn't even cry anymore. All she heard was this ringing in her head as she lay in bed. A ringing sound that was either the consequence of a loud bang or the lack of noise. It's the lack of noise. And she remembers the first night she came home to an empty house, her beating heart stopping and falling down to her feet as she realizes you're gone the second she takes a step onto the welcome mat you insisted on decorating the place. Anger bubbling and rising within her chest before despair did. The hollow that came with the contours of your existence ensuing as soon as the anger tipped over into something similar to sorrow. That distinct presence of you that haunts her and follows her still, even after years, in every room she finds herself in.

Wala mang nakikita (hindi na ba ma-mamamayapa?)

And as sheer exhaustion consumes her, as her dry eyelashes flutter against her cheeks, one thought remains—

Haplos mo'y ramdam pa rin sa dilim (hindi na ba ma-mamamayapa?)

Your ghost is still here, love. And I think you had your own fair share of ghosts as well. 

this was hard to write as someone who feels so numb. hope you all still enjoyed it though. :pp. minumultoph na 'ko ng damdamin ko~

ciaooo <333

[mellowzoe]

minumultoph na 'ko ng damdamin ko

[mellowzoe]

haiii your g!p toph is sooo 🤤 are you planning to write more of her soon? i can NOT stop thinking about her... matter of fact i'm gonna read that mother's day fic again.

here you go, bbg. enjoy your feast

[mellowzoe]

exercise!!

g!p toph x fem! reader

♡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.

.

.

.

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!

[mellowzoe]

Need aang to fuck a baby into me

and dear, he will. 😝😝. here's an excerpt from a draft. crossing my fingers i'll actually finish it my goodness.

MILDLY SPICY CONTENT BELOW. VERY VERY VERY SHORT.

aang x reader.

the avatar registers your noise as you sniffle through your tears, feels your cunt struggle to accommodate his long and thick cock. his hips hitting you straight at the ass, now rubbed raw from every sting! and slap! as he buries his length up until the very base of his cock. his mushroom tip flared and inflamed as it knocked against your cervix, the veins wrapped ‘round his monstrous shaft stroke that special, sensitive bundle of nerves alongside the front of your walls. walls that quiver around him, not used to such huge intrusion.

the avatar finds himself lost—lost in you. 

but the words find him easy, natural. 

“shhh… it's okay, you're doing so well…” he murmurs into your sweat-slicked hair, his right arm wrapped around your waist, hips elevated by his now drenched pillow. his left thumb caressing your moistened hairline. it shocks him, truly. he doesn’t know where these words were coming from. it’s like he got possessed by this need to breed you and talk you through it.

is this a safe space to say i have so much toph x reader drafts, that this oneshot has its own toph version loooool. i'm drowning in them,,, also hi anon, i had to reply to this just to let you know i'm not ignoring my inbox hihi. lowkey wanted to wait until i finish the whole one shot before replying but it would take days TvT. anyway, enjoy the crumbs. ciaoooo <333

[mellowzoe]

❝happy mother's day, dear.❞ gp!toph x fem!reader x aang.

wc: 9.7k+ || in which; aang planned surprises for you to celebrate mother's day. and to make up for months of them neglecting your needs. only for toph to ruin it all by giving in to your whims. aang isn't surprised. toph may be an enabler. she still thinks it's the best mother's day they've given yet.

please read the content warnings below before proceeding.

content warnings: 18+ MDNI. pure, filthy smut heavily taking inspo from jjk fandom xreader authors. timeline is wonky, but imagine a bit more modern atla. 2nd person pov. with a focus on the reader's perspective. gp!toph. disappointed aang. but it's mother's day so ur forgiven. THREE's a crowd-SUM. english is not my first language, grammar mistakes are either unintentional or for descriptive purposes. i'm also not a mother so i have no idea what i'm doing LOL. makeout. cunn!l!ngus, f!nger!ng, tongue fck!ng, light? pü$$y talk, all r! receiving. some wlw action first. eventual dp! both raw, please wrap it before you tap it though. tümmy bülges hehe. object!f!cat!on. loss of consciousness from the reader (still consensual but read at your own risk). aang can't decide whether to praise or get mean. aang curses whaaat. creamp!e. clearly a breed!ng k!nk from everyone. edg!ng. overst!mulat!on. a lot of stops and interruptions. marathon sëx :)). this is really self-indulgent. unrealistic sëx. reader is a non-bender mom of four. happy fucking mother's day y'all. this is how su yin was conceived ig. this is so LENGTHY bro. rushed ending cause I NEEDED THIS OUT. more notes at the end. CROSSPOSTED IN AO3. may have missed some stuff. apologies in advance.

as a mother of four—it was hardly surprising that you're busy. yes, to avoid the harmful dynamics that you see in most families, your family preaches healthy family dynamics that wouldn't leave you as the sole one parenting. but still, your family has been VERY busy the past few months. mainly because you're the wife to two of the greatest benders in the world. really, within those years you’ve been together, you’ve reached some kind of equilibrium with them. but, of course, there will be times when both of them are hit with workload simultaneously that leaves you juggling your own work and the kids. busy to the point that you have to go months without release, tension building up under your composed and professional front, under those friendly smiles you give the parents at your kids’ school.

apparently, having both the avatar and the greatest earthbender as spouses weren’t without challenges. the fifteen year and ongoing affair that swept the whole of the earth by their feet. 

it was unfair, they cried. well—their fans. how could you please two opposites with such ease? how was it possible for someone like you—a weak non-bender—have such greed? and why did the both of them let themselves get chased and chained down by you?

they were asking the wrong questions. 

because, as far as you were concerned, you didn't do any chasing.

【＃】

you swallow, throat dry, stirring awake. and you sit up abruptly, noticing the unmistakable light of day that indicates the late morning turning almost noon. it's bright already! the kids—

“good morninggg,” a feminine voice drawls beside you, voice still thick with sleep. toph beifong. wife.

“why didn't you wake me!?” you snap—turning towards a lounging toph who looks much too pleased for a non-morning person—but it was void of real anger. just the anxiety of a mother who has a thirteen year old son, a seven year old daughter, and a set of twins—a five year old boy and girl. who, if you remember correctly—and you have impeccable memory—should all be at school! they’re supposed to go camping with their uncle zuko and grandpa iroh after!

she's on her side, wearing only her sports bra and the sheets covering up most of her legs—goddamn those abs. you can’t see the imprint of her arousal, if there is any. but you’ve woken up enough times to know she gets morning wood frequently. often, you’re the outlet for her. which started because you consented to it enthusiastically. 

her muscles are exposed to your scrutiny. her teasing face, cloudy eyes half-lidded in that expression you’re familiar and intimate with, resting on top of her palm—elbow dipping into the soft mattress—those biceps bulging. her hair is free from their binds, somehow still silky even with the bed head she clearly has taken on from her sleep. even with her in her mid thirties… she looks just as fucking tantalizing when she got you pregnant. the thought igniting a higher burn that never goes away when you're around her—always low grade and aware of her movements. 

the edge of her lips quirks up, you’re sure she must have picked up the change in your body language, her voice is hushed and airy, reverent, “sunshine… happy mother's day,” she shifts and so do the sheets, exposing her gray sweatpants. she proceeds to roll over and it gives you enough time to glimpse her shadowed erection, and then she's straddling you. her weight is a welcome heaviness against your body. her arousal is a tricky thing, infecting you as your body reacts the way a muscle memory does, your sex pulsing from the sheer anticipation of something you’re still unsure you will even get. thank god you're wearing your silk pajamas. her hands come to rest on your shoulders, her thumb starting to dig around in an attempt to massage you—fuck that feels good. her body flushed against you, you feel her clothed cock’s warmth through the barriers in between your skin. 

you compose yourself immediately, though. your hands coming up to rest on her bare waist. her skin is cold where yours runs hot.

“toph, this isn't funny, the kids!”

“yes—our kids, the ones that aang has just taken to school?” she answers, continuing to massage the knots on the junction of your neck and shoulders. she rolls her hips and you hear her breath hitch as she puts pressure on her throbbing morning wood. must have been muscle memory too.

then she’s back to being cool and collected and in control, “my mama’s been so stressed, ya got a lotta tension ‘round here…” she seems too concentrated on massaging you to be bothered by your worries, her face inches from yours. 

you resist the urge to melt, “toph—” your grip on her surprisingly supple skin tightens, your own fingers digging into her, your movements jostling her further against you and you swear you feel her dick jump from that littlest stimulation. 

“shhh, i know. we've been neglecting you, huh? my poor mama, taking care of our kids so well… let aang and i take care of you, hm?”

the angle is awkward with her still absent-mindedly massaging the back of your neck, but her aim is true and practiced when she starts to leave open mouthed kisses on your jaw. she hears your breath falter, your heart thumping louder and you feel her smile deepen against your wet skin.

“are you sure the kids—” she nips your skin lightly before you finish your sentence.

“yes, sweetheart. everything was done already, so, trust us with this one, yeah?” her breath is warm against your skin, words a vibration against your flesh. and because toph can’t bear having her lips off of your skin too long, she’s back to lapping saliva ridden kisses on your neck, you subconsciously move to give her more skin to work with. she quickly finds the spots that get you all mushy and breathy and weak. all thoughts about the kids leave you then and there.

you feel your stomach squeeze from hunger, gurgling with a noise meant to embarrass you but doesn't, “ah—toph… at least give me some breakfast—” you try to argue, weakly nudging her away using the grip you have on her waist, and she tuts dismissively in the middle of sucking a hickey into the sensitive skin under your jaw. you feel the temperature change when she reluctantly removes herself from chomping down into your neck. a frustrated huff leaving through her nose.

“ugh… right… breakfast….” the frown taking form in her face is clearly mirrored in her irked sounding voice, “fuck, i forgot…” she truly seem dismayed, like she went against an agreement she had made. with herself or with aang, you do not know. her ministrations on your shoulder have stopped and you don’t remember when she did. then, she rakes her right hand through her hair. you’re concerned, she rarely gets this serious. much less disappointed in herself.

then, she’s getting up and off of you, dragging herself off of the alaskan king sized bed—which, yes, is low on the floor in favor of toph’s need to be close to the concrete flooring. your eyes follow her, and she offers a hand to you from where she stands, eerily accurate for someone blind, “c’mon baby, gotta get energy into you, then do the surprise thing before i fuck you into oblivion,” you gape at her, a bolt of pleasure jolting through your spine. god, has it been that long?

“hope i didn’t ruin your morning,” she grumbles as she caringly takes your hand, helping you up to your feet and off the sleeping area. she wraps her arms around your waist and hoists you, causing you to wrap your legs around her hips, her sweatpants soft on your skin. she immediately gets on walking towards the kitchen.

the swift transition into carrying you causes you to get dizzy for a split second. a string of unconscious, worried whimpers pulling out of your throat, “ah—!” 

and you scramble with your hand clutching on her arms and muscular forearms before wrapping your arms around her neck, making sure her hair doesn’t get pinched in between, “ruin? toph, you haven’t carried me like this in a few months…” you pout, settling yourself around her, she squeezes her arms around your waist tighter, and you feel her muscles ripple against you… goddamn. the space between your thighs feels like a waterpark already. if toph can smell your arousal, she doesn’t tease about it. she normally does. you’ve been together long enough for her to know your distinct scent with her heightened senses. and you’ve been together long enough to experience the relentless teasing she gives whenever a chance presents itself. 

you stare at her face, eyebrows slightly crunched together in focus. there’s this tension under her collected exterior that you can sense. covered up by her sheer will of wanting to make you feel loved and taken care of before taking care of you in another way. you’d feel inadequate if aang and toph only do this during mother’s day or other events, but they don’t. they spoil you as frequently as they can. you carried both their children and will probably carry more—least they can do is pamper you. their needs always come second to yours. 

she exhales through her lips, trying to actually calm herself in all respects. she doesn’t want to be selfish, especially now. even when her own need is killing her and poking your damn thighs. you can read everything with the ease of someone who knows the back of their hand, “i know, i’m sorry—hn!”

her hold on you falters for just a second, and she stops walking as you slam your lips with her, your tongue immediately tracing the slit of her lips. she gives in the moment she feels the muscle on her. you make out with her with a fervor unsuitable for someone who wants to be pampered first. your tongue and hers tangled as you swallow each others’ sounds, saliva trickling from the edge of both of your lips. everyone seems to be wet today.

she grunts and hisses as she leans back, snapping the string of connecting mucus that made everything a mess, “brat, what’s the point of asking for breakfast if you’re going to eat my face?” she huffs, her face a master of indignation.

she resumes on walking, before settling you on the island in the middle of your big kitchen. caging you and trapping you as she sets her forearms onto the island to bracket your ass. she leans her face up close and personal into yours, her warmth and breath a steady radiation against yours.

“what? i can’t taste-test my dessert?” she can’t see your pout so you exaggerate the tone of your whiny voice. your fingers find the nape of her neck, and you pull and play with the sensitive hairs on it. she shudders but keeps her composure.

“no, i don’t want you to spoil your appetite,” she smirks, her unseeing eyes pointed somewhere in the middle of your face. 

then, just like that, all of the warmth from her body is gone as she moves away to get whatever aang had cooked up for breakfast. you sigh, frustrated, as you lean forward and settle your knuckles against the cool surface of the marble under you, already missing her in a way that feels like a hole was left unfilled. even though she’s literally in the same room as you.

“aang made waffles and they taste good, the usual. they’re warm ‘cause he made them before they left the house. i already ate an earlier batch before i slept again,” you hear some shuffling from behind you. and then she's back to you to carry you onto a stall, your limbs finding their way to secure you against her again. she sits you onto a seat with gentleness you're not a stranger to.

“eat up, we've got plans for you,” she says as she settles beside your stool, one of her hands finding your right shoulder before she precisely tucks some stray strands of your hair behind your ear. so sweet that if a stranger with basic knowledge of toph beifong saw it—they would think the woman beside you is a doppelganger. 

“well, gee, that doesn't sound ominous at all,” you hit back, while you examine the perfect waffles that aang has made. it's the same as what he would usually make. so far, nothing was special about the day except that you didn't wake up first. but it shows the love you deserve to be given. being shown special love just for a day feels like an excuse to treat women badly for the rest of the year. you pick up your fork and start to cut away a piece to eat.

toph chuckles—and you squirm in your seat, thighs rubbing each other, “good, ‘cause, it's supposed to be,” she reaches over again and ensures your hair doesn't get in your face as you feed yourself. it took her a while to get accurate at that, but now, it's unnerving with how she moves around you like she can see. she loves you so much. and it's turning you on just as much.

it doesn't take long for you to finish breakfast, and before you even make a move to put it into the sink—toph does it for you, practically swatting your hands away, “aang does everything today, no buts,” she turns around from the sink, crossing her arms over her chest, the bulge of muscles under that supple skin visible. no, fuck surprises. fuck showers. you'll do the chasing if you have to.

the consuming thoughts of need and want shifts the mood in the air. there's no way she doesn't feel the change. you make your way to her with a barely concealed hunger, practically vibrating with lust. you stand inches from her, her fingers digging hard into her biceps like it's taking her everything not to pounce on you then and there. the thought blooms an actual ache between your thighs. she says your name in warning and her voice is strained, “don't even try.”

DON'T EVEN TRY!?

you grab both of her biceps with both hands, and with surprising strength, you drag her back to your shared bedroom. she stumbles, but doesn't resist. she grunts your name in warning again, more strained this time, “i swear—” 

and bounce! as you push her onto the bed and you proceed to climb her like a tree, settling on straddling her hips and immediately sitting onto her hard on with your core—both your moans practically harmonizing. she slams her hands on your hips to keep you from grinding down.

“you done?” shit… were they that serious about today? you're the mother here, you're supposed to get what you want.

“no!” you protest with a whine, “fuck the surprises, please—i need—”

“and you think you can handle a disappointed aang? i don't want to experience the avatar's chastising again,” she scorns up at you, but her breathing is as heavy as yours and you can feel her cock throb under you, practically—definitely thrumming your name. your skin feels clammy and hot against the restricting fabric of your pajamas. you want them off.

“it's not like you're the one he'll chastise!” you start to unbutton your top, needing the relieving feeling of sweaty skin hitting cool air—toph fumbles before catching your hands in a hold that surprises you.

“i am! i'm the one responsible for making sure the surprise goes smoothly—” you interrupt whatever she's trying to say with a whine and another grind on her pulsating cock, taking advantage of the fact that your hips aren't restricted anymore. she bucks up involuntarily, groaning. her clothed, rock-hard cock rubbing your entrance, blood rushes to your head, that familiar buzz in your brain from prolonged need nearing its fever pitch. you feel like you’re in a desert and toph is your oasis.

“you're trouble—sunshine,” her voice enters that rough and airy register, and she pushes your hands out of the way to feel through your buttons and undo them herself. you let out a sigh of relief. cool air touching your skin like some kind of mercy to your delirious hunger.

“still your wife,” you exhale.

“aang's going to do the punishment, not me,” she yanks onto the very last button, frustrated when it didn't come undone on her first try, and she shoves your silk top off your shoulders, “off, now.” 

toph, at the moment, thinks fuck the damn surprise as well. there's a more pressing matter now.

you oblige, shrugging it off as her lightly calloused hands immediately cup your tits, her rough touch cooling your already flushed skin and you whimper, “yes—use the fact that it was him that gave in the last time you planned a surprise—fuck—” she rolls your nipples between her fingers, pulling on it until your back arches in response, crying out. you observe her from where you are, cataloguing your own effects on her body. her chest is heaving, her lips in that little smirk, eyes-half lidded and looking somewhere to the left of your head. her hair is a messy halo around her head, the dark strands spilling onto the pillow and the untidy duvets.

“what can we do? you’re just a needy little thing…” she coos as her hands now glide from your tits to your waist and onto your hipbones to take off your pajama shorts. you huff as you take them off yourself. then, you settle on top of her cock again, the gray sweatpants now with a dark spot. your hands prop yourself up from her shoulder. 

“you’re one to talk,” you roll your hips, your own sodden panties rubbing on her sweatpants to create delicious friction. her hands fly to your hips to assist your grinding, her hips rising to meet yours. her fingers start to play with the edge of your panties, thumbs caressing your skin. overwhelmed by your engulfing heat, she groans—back arching as she throws her head back, exposing her neck. you lick your lips and swoop in, mapping your tongue from her collarbones up to her jaw. you nip at her skin, leaving little bites and licking to soothe them after. she lets out little grunts—happy you're still staking claim by marking her skin despite the fact that you've been married for more than a decade.

“and you’re supposed to be taking that damn shower and letting me pamper you,” she says distractedly. you know her mind is filling up with things she could do to you instead as she bucks up in time with her pulling your hips down. you can feel your panties drenched, if it was drenched before, it sure as hell is flooded between your thighs now.

“yet here we are,” you murmur as you suck a big hickey on the spot behind her jaw and below her right ear, she lets out a soft groan, her hands relocating to your legs, her thumb circling the soft skin on the meaty insides of your thighs.

“fuck, you’re wet,” she chuckles into the air, proud. but she doesn’t move her thumb any further up, dragging out the sexual frustration you’ve been going through the past months.

“then do something about it!” you wail into her ear, grinding harder on her cock. she lets you set the pace, even pulling you harder against her. one touch from her bare hands will probably make you cum.

“oh, i will,” she starts to manhandle you, her hold on your inner thighs tight enough to bruise, not bothering to explain—until your clothed cunt is sitting on her upper chest. your breathing stutters. your hands snapping up to clutch the headboard for support. her hands drift until they’re holding the underside of your thighs—and with another heave, you’re met with her eager mouth—her avid tastebuds licking a stripe from the bottom of your pussy up until where she’s sure your clit must be, under that heavily damp strip of fabric. you jerk from the feeling, woozy from the sudden pleasure after months of none. but your senses register the unmistakable silk that's her hair under your legs and you scramble to make sure none of it gets pinched under your knees during the upcoming activities. god where are her hair ties…

she groans again uncaring if her scalp felt the burn of her hair getting pinched because of your current position, “tastes just as good,” and her fingers are exploring—trying to find the edge of your panties that are sticking to your steadily leaking cunt—and when they do, they pull, and pull it aside and then she riiiiips it and sure enough, you’re finally bare. 

you don’t care at that point, those weren’t a special pair, and toph does this frequently enough that you always make sure she knows if it's an important one before committing to it. with the heat between your thighs finally fully exposed to the air, toph lets in a filthy inhale, your scent intoxicating like the alcohol aang doesn't want to drink, “smells like mine,” before licking her lips and smooching your engorged clit, making your thighs clamp around her head—which of course her other hand prevents from crushing her head, “poor li’l pearl, been neglected as well, hm?”

“like me—” 

then she fully sits you on her mouth, making you keen, back arching and hips moving with her dewy licks. her bruising grasp on the underside of your left thigh tightens and you whimper. even filthier sounds come from between your legs as she sways her head side to side, zig fucking zagging her tongue with it. her spittle splashing everywhere between the two of you. she sucks and nibbles at your clit and you feel your hole quiver and flutter around nothing.

“heh… a li’l teasing got you like this?”

you take your left hand to shove her face deeper into your cunt instead of retorting, her left hand coming up to glide her fingers through your soaked slit with her tongue, you throw your head back when she pries at your clit again. 

“fuck—look at ‘er, so damn wet—practically asking for my cock—” she can’t even decide whether to pussy talk or to shut the fuck up and pleasure you like she’s the one getting pleasured.

it doesn’t take long for her to part your folds to make room for her sodden ring finger and middle finger to circle your entrance—your hips slowing their movements, you whine when she doesn’t enter you, “say please,” she snickers, wanting to string out your heady frustration.

you sob, much more frustrated and not at all enjoying this game, “please, toph—fuuu-wah—” she doesn’t let you finish your pleading and she plunges her fingers knuckle deep—your walls giving way and clamping down onto her fingers. the ridges on the inside of your pussy are so saturated and slippery and ready. 

it feels so uncomfortable—that initial pinch that doesn't necessarily hurt turning into pleasure with just a flick of her tongue against your glazed, fluttering entrance and swollen clit. your noises a symphony with the squelching sounds of her fingers rubbing your insides. she proceeds to practically unhinge her maw to sluuuurp up all of your juices that run down her hand, “fuck—fuck—wan’ this ‘round my dick, sweetheart… gonna give you more babies… give you more mother's days—” 

“yes—yes—”

and she shuts up again, fighting with her fingers for a chance at your pussy, wanting her tongue in as well—and with a few swivels of the muscle—she groans as it joins her fingers. the vibrations doing something mind-altering to your brain, she chuckles deliriously against you, and you get even dizzier. she's enjoying your reactions like she'd just conquered something great, her saliva making the area between your thighs and her face more and more and more wet. 

your eyes roll back, your pussy quivering and pulsing around her appendages—your hips humping down to meet the thrusts of her fingers and tongue. you feel that coil in your belly—familiar and welcome and like a friend you haven't seen in months.

toph tuts, “no cumming yet, be good,” like she wasn't the delirious one needing to fit her fingers and tongue in one go—you sob as she finally finds your g-spot, your walls fluttering and tightening around her fingers and tongue. your hips stuttering in their momentum, thighs wanting to close around her head. of course, she works you open, your thigh with her other hand and cunt with three appandages to prepare you for her gigantic fucking cock. 

“please, toph, i can't anymore—been so long,” you sob, feeling tears prickle your eyes, her fingers and tongue aren't cutting it anymore. the itch inside your pussy is deeper and worse and it's greedy.

“exactly, it's been so long! needa prepare you—can’t you hear what's wrong with your sentence?” her dripping and salivating tongue enters again, slithering around her fingers that are still bullying your g-spot with bruising efficiency, doing the come hither motions—clawed in a way that would cramp a normal human if done for an extended amount of time. but this is not a normal human between your thighs, no? you cry out, overwhelmed, practically tasting your orgasm.

your hips grind up and down her mouth, that damn coil in your belly now inescapable, you try to warn toph, “please—i’m sorry—”

but she stops, pulling everything out of your slick walls. and pulling your thighs off her to hover a few inches above where you want to sit using a singular hand from her, and you sob from frustration, “fuck you!” 

she only laughs, licking her fingers that were once inside you. her face is soaked, some of her spittle ran down the side of her lips doooown her neck, next to the wetness that came from your weeping cunt. she looks smug as she licks her equally wet—red—lips. you both feel your juices drip from your entrance and onto her neck as well—you’d be embarrassed if you weren't too deep in your need.

“that's what i was doin’, until you disobeyed me… i thought i trained you well enough…” she had the gall to sound disappointed in you? IT'S MOTHER'S DAY!

“uh-oh…” she says noncommittally out of nowhere, whatever direction this was going suddenly derailed by what she hears. oh no…

you hear the front door open and your body reacts before your mind fully catches up—aang’s home.

his sing-song voice comes sounding through from the entrance of the house, your name sang in a way that meant he's expecting you NOT currently in the position you're in with toph. you scramble to get decent at least, but toph restricts you. she shoves her now saliva slicked fingers back as she clutches your thigh again—resuming where you both left off. your hands find her scalp and you pull, she moans from the pain, enjoying the burn.

shit. you can't even bring yourself to fight. your body gives in as fast as your mind does, sensitive and high strung—your walls feel swollen and raw from her previous finger-fucking. you moan louder than you should have—the bedroom door was left open and you hear aang's steps haste. 

“toph!” his voice sounds alarmed—she doesn't stop, in fact, she speeds up and hits your g-spot harder—movements intense to get you back to the edge again. 

your cunt flutters and without warning, she pushes you through. your back arches and seizes, your thighs clenching hard and your walls harder, your juices flooding toph’s mouth and she driiiinks it all up, slurping and sucking and licking your clit. her fingers fuck you through your high even as your tightening depths make it hard to push in and out. you ride her face and finger as you cry out, you don't remember when the tears started, “—ah—hah—hng—toph—” you loosen your grip on her hair, shuddering from your tapering high. mildly aware of aang staring a hole through your back from behind you.

you sniffle and dare to peek at him, “‘m sorry…” you apologize. he looks disappointed, but it shatters when he sees your tears, wet lashes clumped together, reddened eyes and guilty-ridden voice. your breath stutters and flutters as you chase oxygen back into your lungs, toph's fingers still inside you, just caressing your walls like she doesn't want to part yet.

“welcome home, avatar,” her voice is taunting. as if she wasn't responsible for preparing you for a romantic dinner. you mean, someone did have a meal… not you, though.

“toph. i thought we talked about this,” his voice is raspy and only now did it dawn on you the scent of sex in the air. potent and utterly provocative to the avatar's nose.

“what? either you're gonna join us or not join us. either way, no mother will be getting her surprise dinner tonight,” she emphasizes the point by digging her fingers deeper into your heat, you jolt, sensitive. is it a good time to mention that whenever you have sex like this, it takes hours to finish? mostly ‘cause they bring you to your high multiple times and would fill you up so much—which is a no brainer as to why you got knocked up thrice and probably will again.

“you're both insufferable,” aang huffs but starts to make his way to both of you, “not one of you has the patience to wait until after dinner?” he settles on the edge of the bed, eyes analyzing the entirety of the scene in front of him. 

the obvious, now bigger, moistened spot on toph’s sweatpants. did she cum just from eating you out? probably. 

the tattered pieces of your panties strewn all over the bed, some pieces stuck to toph’s hair. some on the duvet. some now on the floor. 

your trembling hands still grabbing onto toph’s scalp—but not tight. 

toph’s fingers are still inside you, not quite moving but a presence you can’t ignore either. 

there’s wetness drying on toph’s face that’s plastered with a much too self-satisfied smirk. a mix of your release, slick and toph’s saliva down her chin and neck and consequently, your thighs. 

your pussy lips engorged and red—still leaking of essence that toph would do anything but put to waste—wrapped around toph’s fingers and fluttering from the attention of both benders on you. 

you really should be guilty, you just feel sheepish. 

you feel aang's pointed look trace your tear-streaked face, flushed and sweaty. 

his eyes a heavy weight when he finds the hickeys toph left on your neck.

“patience? we’re talking about your wife, avatar. patience is not in her vocabulary,” your walls unconsciously clamp down onto her fingers, pulling her deeper, “see? even her pussy agrees,” she chuckles as she squeezes your thigh, rubbing skin that would soon bloom a bruise.

“hey!” you bark down at her.

“whaaaat? fine—our dearest wife!”

“enough. i get it, i lost control the last time you planned a surprise—”

“this isn't about you, avatar,” toph jeers, “don't you get it? the last thing the wife wants is a fancy dinner. i'm pretty sure both of us haven't had time in months to take care of her like this,” it's not everyday that toph would have a sound reasoning like that. you don't speak, and let them work the underlying issue on their own.

then aang sighs, and the sound of fabric shuffling reaches toph’s and your ears. your eyes tracking her as her frown transforms into another self-satisfied smirk, “fine,” and you feel huge, calloused hands manhandle your waist from behind you, toph’s fingers leaving your inner walls with a nasty squelch, more of your slick dripping and dropping on the bed—toph lets out a saddened whine at the waste. 

the world is a blur and below you is aang now, looking up at you with a mix of guilt and disappointment. his eyebrows scrunched worried when he sets you down onto his robe-covered cock, your wet heat rubbing onto the fabric and you moan—aang swallows his grunt. his enormous hands and long fingers soothing your tender hips, he looks empathetic, at least, knowing how unintentionally rough toph can be on her own. your hand rests on his, holding onto them to ground yourself from the unbearable need still aching between your legs.

“i really am sorry, dear, the spirits—” he gets interrupted.

“—have been—” toph interjects, but you push through and acknowledge his apology.

“i know, aang, it’s okay. and i’m sorry—” 

“—restless. we know! now get onto prepping her before i lose my shit,” toph settles behind you, hands fondling with your tits—you see her pair of sweatpants and saturated boxers next to a pillow on the side of the bed—and you feel something hot, hard and moist poke your ass. 

aang looks frustrated from her rude interruption, “well then, why don't you do it? since you seem to be so impatient?” he glares at a spot behind you—presumably at toph. but it makes you want to be obedient.

“your fingers are bigger than mine—duh! i thought we'd established that before!” 

aang closes his eyes to compose himself. but once he opens them and meets yours, your eyes are soft, your lips formed in an apologetic smile and you shrug. you're still deep in the haze of your lust, but you understand how frustrated aang must feel right now. he gives you a weak smile and he turns his right hand to grasp your left one, intertwining them. your ring a cool thing pressing on his fingers. a tactile reminder of your vows. they're as tired as you are. but you've been caring for the kids and the guilt must be weighing down on him. after all, you made it clear you wouldn't want kids with absent partners. and you had four with them.

he pulls you until you're leaning over him at an angle—toph follows with a grunt, “a little warning!”

“you don't get any after that stunt,” his left hand travels from your hip to your soaked, tacky inner thighs.

“whatever!” toph races him and pries open your folds with her forefinger and ring finger from behind. her slippery cock sliding against the outer side of your left leg, leaving a trail of her precum to cool on your skin. three pairs of limbs just—entangled and working with each other somehow.

“i thought you said my fingers are bigger?”

“like this pretty pussy can't take more?” toph leers, circling your entrance again just as aang's thumb finds your clit and lightly rolls it. you shudder, already getting wet again.

and just like that, toph slides her fingers home with a sigh, aang following with just his middle finger, your walls clamping on both of them tightly. with how much they banter, the coordination and rhythm they have to make sure you're ready for both of them is shocking. though not anymore after years of this. 

you pretty much black out from the need, delirious and dizzy, but you feel everything. their back and forth had turned muffled in your ears, and you can hear your heartbeat thrumming right between your skull, the way your blood rushes to your head. the way their fingers dig into the spaces in and crevices in your walls, revisiting the spots they’d abused a thousand times before.

they manage to pull three more releases, each one with you giving a whimpering warning, barely lucid. aang using two huuuge fingers and toph using her smaller and slimmer three. toph had been rough, scissoring her fingers to pry you open further, while aang had been more patient and focused on your g-spot. 

his robe is drenched by the time they remove their fingers from your heat. a layer of sweat all over your body, tears resuming from the overstimulation, but somehow needing more and more. that high grade need now turning into a full house fire, sparkling and crackling, somewhere deep in your abdomen. 

the next thing you catch is aang pumping his cock, smearing your slick all over his angry mushroom head. his dick rock-hard that it almost looks painful, too bad you can't see toph’s right now, but you're sure it's much more red and thicker.

you sniffle as aang's cockhead nudges your folds, smeaaaring your drenched entrance with his sticky white pre, a thick coat of creamy slick now covering your hole that's practically pleading to be filled, you look up with tired eyes. and aang is a piece of artwork, wrecked, skin flushed like his cock, gray eyes bright and glazed over, lips open as he breathes, reddened muscular chest heaving with effort. his eyes are trained onto your fluttering slit gaping at him.

“c’mon—avatar!” you finally register the hands on your body. aang's left hand is wrapped around your inner thighs, his other hand still wrapped around his dick. toph is holding you up on your knees, arm tight around your waist, her other hand fondling your left tit, “shit… i want to drink from this tiddy again…” you hear toph murmur from behind you and you moan throwing your head back—only to hit toph's right shoulder.

“there she is, is our wife back?” she asks, her breath warm before burying her face in your neck to inhale your heady scent.

“mhm—sorry… was gone…” you reply through your bleary consciousness, your mind barely keeping up with the sensations your lovers are giving you. toph hums against you and presses wet kisses to comfort you.

her voice is a rumble against you, “is it that hard to push in, avatar?” she refers to aang with stark contrast, almost with indifference.

aang responds by pulling you doooown his cock by his hold on your thigh—no warning. his flared mushroom head pop! in with a little resistance. the veins and ridges of his thiiick shaft nudge, nudge nudges that rough patch along the inside of your pussy—your walls clamping uncontrollably—until his hot length is buried to the hilt. his weeping tip parting your walls and knocking at the very top of your leaky cunt. hips locked together, slick and humid. his hands now gripping your waist. you let out a startled noise, overwhelmed by the sudden intrusion of aang’s cock as if your lovers didn't take you to multiple highs just to be prepared for it. 

toph grunts behind you, pushing you down until your front is flushed with the avatar’s, “finally, only took you forever,” prying your ass cheeks apart to expose your desperately stretched hole, and you feel another cockhead nudge your tight ring of muscle. your eyes meet with aang and his lips meet yours instinctively. your eyes close, letting him take charge in the kiss, his hold on your waist tightening. your entrance pushed to its limits—toph’s twitching tip fighting against your entrance to make space for itself. and pop! you hear toph moan from the overwhelming heat of your cunt enveloping her extremely sensitive head. aang’s exhale hits your cheek, his tongue exploring your cavern anew. he gulps down your moans, feeling toph’s cock join his inside you.

“fuuuck—just like home, huh?” toph's voice sounds miles away.

you sputter, all the strength in your body leaving you as you fall from aang’s kisses, and your forehead hits his collarbone with a thud! 

toph reacts with a grimacing oof, “you okay, baby?” she tries to soothe you from where she is, fingers splayed out and around your hip bones, her hips in full contact with your ass—heavy balls nudging a leftover of aang’s shaft not fully seated inside you.

aang brings his hand up to lightly rub on your forehead, his touch soft, before kissing your hair and rutting up into you—it’s slow, and sweet and still him despite the previous disappointment that warrants a mean pace from him. toph’s hands move to the underside of your knees and she lifts them, pumping her hips faster than aang would like. a filthier cacophony of soaked skin hitting soaked skin reaches your buzzing ears. that familiar push and pull of their lengths against your straining, slick, walls. and you clench involuntarily, making toph hiss and go faster, chasing a release she won't give herself unless you come around their dicks multiple times.

the avatar could only wrap his arms even tighter around you and murmur sweet nothings, “mhm, mhm. just like that. i—hah—do think you deserve it—deserve this,” he kisses your left temple with wet lips, then he's tracing your ear lobe with his tongue.

you try to reply, your words slurred, “i know—i’m sorry too—i love youuu.”

“i love you too, dearest, i'm sorry we've been neglecting you—” he finally lets out a breathy moan, hips stuttering and involuntarily rutting hard, the first crack in his composure.

“just let go, damn it. be mean, aang,” toph goads him, knowing how much frustration has been built up inside the three of you, “she won't break, you know this,” as if making a point, she gives a particularly meaaaan thrust that pushes you further up the avatar's sweaty, slippery, front—your walls slipping away from her and she whines, before puuuulling you back to meet her harsh pumping, her hands clammy and sweaty. her cockhead releasing pre inside the tight and warm clenching of your walls. 

her movements are sporadic where aang rolls his cock up to you at a slow beat. you've got your face buried in his neck, the noises they pull out of you appreciated and like music to their ears. 

“let it out baby, it feels good, doesn't it? fuck—she’s just so tight—isn’t she, aang?”

aang doesn’t reply but stares at a sweaty toph, the way her hips are unrelenting and nimble—fapfap fap fap fapfapping against your ass. he narrows his eyes as he stares down at you—out of it and definitely floating somewhere else now, babbling how it feels so good and that you missed them both. 

then, he remembers what should be happening right now. you in a bath, getting pampered. dressing up the way you want, with the new dress he bought for you, preparing for hours on end to make yourself look good. while he and toph would help and prepare their own outfits that complement yours within just an hour. then, he imagines how excited you would be to find out that he had reserved that restaurant you wanted to have a date with them. a restaurant that gets reserved for months which meant he had to use his status as the avatar to get you three a table. a table that won't do much good if you're here getting dicked down by your spouses until the foreseeable future. and the damn jewelry he bought for you. that new ring. you never were a woman that settled for less. toph herself had forged an anklet that you could wear even in the shower. and then finally them taking you home, making love to you gentle and sweet—not like this. 

but it's been months, and you're all frustrated.

it's not until you've cummed once more and squirted another that he made a decision. your cunt overworked and overused—you’re sure to need even more pampering tomorrow. layers upon layers of drying cum getting covered by more fresh layers—it’s filthy and disgusting and yours.

“over, toph,” he grits out. 

and toph, with a curl of her lips, “make sure you hit her g-spot for me.”

he should be offended, he's sure he's been hitting your g-spot, but lets it go. you're his focus.

but you're just gone, flying off somewhere in the clouds, absent-minded whimpers leaving your throat—which someone is licking and biting? you try to open your eyes, to ground yourself and be present—who knows when you'll have them like this again? your whole body feels like it's being pulled in every direction—the delicious burn of overworking muscles and your tendons stretching to what position the benders have put you in. 

a muffled, masculine voice, lewd sound of skin slapping against each other and your own babbling of  its too much and i can’t cum anymore finally make it to your brain through the haze of this damn marathon sex, “i’m sorry—i’m sorry—i’m sorry—” the masculine voice whimpers over and over again. 

you don't know which hand is whose right now, only that they're groping and pulling and rubbing every inch of your skin. 

you're still sandwiched between them. toph is flat on the bed, the softness of her chest and the muscles on her abdomen against your spine. her thrusts are subdued, not quite like the pace she'd set from the start. aang is above, his pistoning hips replacing toph's previous pace. more wetness than you'd expect on the burning heat at your neck—aang’s crying.

he sobs half deliriously and half guilty, “i’m sorry—too much? is it too much?”

then, he giggles, straightening up to look you in the eye, “is my impatient wife finally satisfied?” his smile is wobbly and frenzied. irises a thin ring of gray, harsh against his blown pupils under those half-mast eyelids. your walls flutter through another weak climax, and you realize he's talking about that. he lets out a chuckle before groaning as your slippery, gummy depths pull the both of them deeper. and you can only throw your head back against toph’s shoulder, chasing oxygen that doesn’t seem to stay in your lungs.

“say it, dear. say you’re ssss—ah—satisfied—”

“i am! i’m satisfied, aang—i’m sorry,” you cry out, you heave unintentionally. and you realize that you've been sobbing, much like aang. tears dripping down to your hairline.

“doesn’t seem like it though—huh? just always so greedy—see? look at her, asking for more and more and my cum, i don’t think you deserve it, dear—” his head bows, looking between your bodies, watching as the base of his cock gets covered with more rings of frothy white from a mix of your releases.

you can only whimper as you apologize again, “i said i’m s’rry pleaseee—’m sorry—”

toph then decides to break her silence, “spirits—the avatar’s finally lost it,” she laughs before you realize that her hands are pulling from the back of your knees uuuup and splitting them open like damn moses, until your knees bracket your titties in a mean and modified fucking mating press. your hands fly to hold onto toph’s body behind you, fingers threading the hair on her nape. she grunts as she shifts, utilising the wall of pillows behind her to incline the position, cocks inside you finding places they haven't touched in months. she tries to match aang’s pace with her rutting as she finds your other spots that have you keening and your cunt weeping more and more. 

aang follows the change of angle eagerly, hips unstoppable, not at all bothered by toph. his hands clutching the under of your inner thighs, watching him and toph stuff their thick cocks inside of you. your head falls forward—eyes latching onto your distended belly. a disappearing bulge from aang bullying the leaky tip of his cock against your g-spot, pulling back, and then burying himself to the hilt—mushroom head making space next to toph’s—not quite decided which pace he wants to commit to. and higher up is toph’s bigger tip, rovering ‘round and ‘round against your cervix now. letting aang deal with prodding at your sensitive bundle of nerves along the front of your walls.

you don't even know if you're still in the middle of a high, but you've been drifting in and out. and now you're fully conscious again, enough to witness a struggling aang shuddering from pleasure, “fff—ngh gonna come—i’m sorry—” his forehead hits your collarbones as his hips stutter and seizes—his tip twitching inside you next to toph’s slower but no less harder thrusts. the muscles on his back rippling with effort and then your walls gets flooded with even more filth, painting it white and wetter. that primal need in him to fill you up—see you swollen again. needing him and toph at every second. fully dependent on them. the image makes him stutter. wanting—needing it to come true.

he pumps his hips, causing more of him to spill and his breath hitch from the sheer amount of cum wasted. his seed spilling out of you as he tries to push them back in, fingers collecting his spent and fighting with your stretched entrance to keep his fluids in your cunt. you feel his cum slosh between your walls, making noises inside that you’re too familiar with—yet no less filthy in your ears.

and he starts moving again.

he looks up at you one more time, chin resting on your chest, keeping eye contact even as his eyes try to flutter close, “it’s too much—mgh—so good and warm—hah—” his tattoos and eyes start to glow a little but he forcefully closes them before he reaches the avatar state during an inappropriate time. 

toph then pushes at his shoulder, “i think that's enough out of you—”

aang’s face crumpled up, “no! you did this—couldn’t wait a few hours—aaah—” hips snapping harder against yours, even through his overstimulation. scorning at the earthbender behind you. 

toph snickers again, enjoying the sounds of the delirious avatar, “yeah i did. but isn't she the best? mom of four and she's just taaaaking the both of us?” you almost laugh at toph taking advantage of the situation.

aang forgets what they were fighting about and fucking agrees, “yeah!” his demeanor changes down to the pace of his thrusts, more shallow and somehow telling you he's happy and proud.

“cunt so amazinghhhg—always taking everything we give her like the good mama she is—”

toph laughs, god, of course she does. it's always fun for her when your pussy power gets the avatar to curse, “mmmh—hear that?” her left arm moves to bind both your knees straight to your chest, her sweaty muscular arms finding the sweaty underside of your knees, your ankles finding and wrapping around aang’s neck. 

the change in the angle makes aang slide against your g-spot with every thrust to the hilt. the contractions of your walls more frequent as you feel another coil within your abdomen, that itch before finally starting to get sated by your lovers’ efforts.

her right hand slithers between your tummy and thighs to thumb at the neglected sensitive bundle of nerves. rolling and rolling and then spelling her damn name. yes, she learned how to write just to fucking do that, “like the good mama you are. perfect for me, perfect for the avatar… hah—” she grunts, her cock jumping and twitching more as she nears her release.

“use your words,” she warns before you can even think of just nodding. 

you moan, voice hoarse from hours of continuous use, “yes—toph—’m the perfect mama, mhm—mhm—” in which toph rewards with a faster movement over your clit. 

“ngh… gonna cum again…” comes aang’s deranged moans and whimpers, high pitched and a little out of breath.

“yeah? well—why don't we show this mama how she got pregnant three times?” you can practically hear her smirk. 

“you close, sweetheart?” she whispers in your ear, inhaling your scent as she buries her nose in your damp hair. 

“mhm—mhm—different—” you answer before her left temple nudges your moistened right cheek. you shift your head, letting her kiss you as the three of you reach another high.

“ahh—hah—hah—take it—please—take it. please cum,” the avatar practically sobs against your left calf.

with his pleading comes a climax that brings you higher than you've been today. you close your eyes, stars exploding behind your eyelids, jaw slack against toph slurping your saliva and sucking on your relaxed tongue. she groans, your walls constricting around them so much that they almost can't fuck you through your peak. your back bowed over her front, fingers tightening and loosening their grip on her hair. slick sprays out of you and all over toph's thighs, all over aang’s hips. 

“fuuucking squirted—good girl—” toph doesn’t tease the slip up from the avatar, too busy chasing her own climax.

they follow through, reaching their own highs together, your body straining to contain their release, “that's it—good mama, best mama, gonna have you leaking milk again,” toph slurs against your still lax tongue, your cunt still constricting wildly around their pulsating cocks. you feel toph’s hips stutter, probably from the image that she’d been imagining for the longest time. the last thing you remember is getting filled to the brim and more—their seed overspilling and their frantic movements of making sure that only a small amount goes to waste.

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you come to and it’s only toph inside your still weakly pulsing walls. now in front of each other, her hips roll lazily. from where your head rests on her chest, you see the light outside the open windows indicate early dusk. she’s still on her back, and you’re riding her, your hips moving automatically with the slow rhythm she’d set, “evenin’ mama, aang’s moving the reservation… happy mother’s day again,” she kisses the top of your head. 

“we talked about the giving in thing. don’t worry your pretty li’l head about it. we’ll just be harder on you, nyahahaha,” she laughs softly against your matted hair, her breath shuffling and messing it up further.

you snort, and you feel your worn-out body complain against the sudden movement, “good to know.”

the delicious ache of getting thoroughly fucked finally fully registers. your limbs heavy like lead and definitely useless, your hips tired but still moving with toph’s assistance. you nuzzle in each other’s embrace, her arms squeezing you tighter before she mumbles more damn pussy talk, “came inside her more times i can count and she’s still asking for more… so insatiable…” you’d think she’s reprimanding you, but the smile in her voice says otherwise.

“so are you, still rock-hard—aren’t you empty yet?” you tease, shifting to kiss the edge of her lips, making her groan. your voice is barely there anymore. it makes toph feel guilty but proud to be the cause.

“nearing it, sweets. i’m not exactly in my twenties anymore,” she mumbles against your lips. and you smile, prying her lips open to tangle and suck on her tongue this time, tasting yourself and aang from her mouth. and you pull back a little.

“you sucked aang or somethin’?” your voice is laden with amusement, trying not to laugh at the thought.

she ruts up ruthlessly, “don’t even,” you only laugh, wanting to get more reactions out of her.

“you did, didn’t you?” 

she scoffs, before quickening her pace to shut you up, making you moan weakly against her mouth as she retorts, “you were beggin’ me to eat you out!”

you laugh again, giggling—which she swallows, you're still in that post-coital bliss, “did i? i don't remember,” your hands get restricted behind your back with a single hand from her. 

“yeah, you did, your pussy did, couldn't you hear her earlier?” she smirks and continues to lap at the inside of your mouth, kissing sounds unnecessarily loud as she tries to make a point. you only get dizzy at the make out, and don't bother retorting.

“tha’s what i thought,” she chuckles while you absent-mindedly follow her lead, caught in some trance whenever she makes out with you this intensely, “love you, i love you so much, love this pussy too…” she confesses against your mouth, getting emotional as you feel her tip twitch one last time and release, practically blanking. you literally sucked her dry. and you've never felt more full than before. how many times did they even fill you up…?

your own walls give another set of weak flutters as you cum for the last time, soft and barely there. you murmur back as she swallows more of your moans, “i love you too, my greatest earthbender.”

“mhm, mhm, that's right, today is the best mother's day gift yet. given by the greatest earthbender, right—?”

“ehem,” comes aang's voice from the bedroom door, making toph part ways with your swollen lips—but not before licking your mouth one last time. she doesn't look guilty, like she didn't just say a mouthful of nonsense about giving you the best mother's day celebration yet.

“heyyy, avatar, how'd the call go?” 

you snap back into reality the moment toph's mouth leaves yours, and you whine from the loss.

he sighs, “it's fine. we can have the dinner reservation tomorrow instead. the kids can stay with their grandpa iroh for one more day. it's the weekend anyway.”

you look behind you to meet eyes with aang, his robe is haphazardly thrown around him, not bothering to fix it. still wet from earlier…

you smile sheepishly, “sorry again, hubby…” 

he only shakes his head, “it's okay. let me serve dinner in a bit.”

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he serves dinner, a vegetarian meal you taught him years before. and you eat to replenish your energy. well… aang spoon feeding you of course, your limbs too tired for anything. 

“i think you guys should let me eat on my own,” you try to argue, wanting to care for yourself. but your own limbs had protested.

aang sighs, “c’mon, dear. let us pamper you, please?” his eyes now clear and your previous actions forgiven. and that cute pleading look on his face made you give in.

during the exchange, toph had already finished her dinner and had wrapped herself around you. leaving soothing kisses onto tender skin she feels under her fingers, knowing the difference between bruised and unbruised. aang had watched while feeding you, feeling the familiar feeling of love bloom in his chest. you finally look less stressed than before, tired and thoroughly loved by them. now looking more like the woman they'd fallen in love with, that distinct glow that he can recognize as solely yours back in your skin. 

after cleaning you up and pampering you with more kisses and comforting touches, you get the surprise they've been talking about the whole day.

aang makes you wear the jewelry then and there while you're in a new pair of pajamas, toph lovingly caressing your ankles as she metalbends the lock of the anklet she'd made herself. 

and as aang pushes your legs up and over your head once more, jewelry shining against the moonlight, he kisses your lips, murmuring—

“happy mother's day, dear.”

I ACCIDENTALLY CLICKED POST EARLIER BRU. got a shit ton of drafts. but this one was rushed within 72 hours to at least give something for the occasion, even if late. sorry if this ruins your idea of mother's day lol HAHAHAHA. feedback needed and appreciated cause idk what i'm doing still :pp. and definitely i want to apologize for some errors you spot. i'm running on caffeine and spite and horniness. i would also have written this longer with aang and toph's perspectives mixed in more but it might get even more convoluted than it already is. anw, hope you all enjoyed reading!! ciaoo <333

[mellowzoe]

mother's day special || gp!toph x reader x aang -- teaser

MILD MATURE CONTENT UNDER. PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK. LINK TO FULL ONESHOT BELOW.

❝you in a bath, getting pampered. dressing up the way you want, with the new dress he bought for you, preparing for hours on end to make yourself look good. while he and toph would help and prepare their own outfits that complement yours within just an hour. then, he imagines how excited you would be to find out that he had reserved that restaurant you wanted to have a date with them. a restaurant that gets reserved for months which meant he had to use his status as the avatar to get you three a table. and then finally them taking you home, making love to you gentle and sweet.❞

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❝let it out baby, it feels good, doesn't it? fuck—she’s just so tight—isn’t she, aang?❞

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❝i’m sorry—too much? is it too much?❞

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❝cunt so amazinghhhg—always taking everything we give her like the good mama she is—❞

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❝that's it—good mama, best mama, gonna have you leaking milk again.❞

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you're not going to survive, are you?

breeeeeh, is this teaser doing too much? i'm excited to post an actual one shot. y'all should totally guess who is saying what HAHAHAAAA. i'm gonna pass out from writing this byeaaaaaa. also might post this earlier depending on my mood 😝😝

done posted: special

[chiikasevennn]

Guys do u have any Isekai/transmigration fics recommendations where the MC gets reborn in the atla universe? Like for example the MC reincarnates as Aang OR they just popped into that world like your classic isekai. I lOVEEEE LOVE tropes like that. It can be an x oc or x reader idc man I'm just so hungry right now :') pretty please

[mellowzoe]

i might start one with a filipina unnamed oc. (IT'S SELF INDULGENT LOOOOL) but it's unclear cause i never commit to posting shit as you see from my posts 💀

[mellowzoe]

dp with gp!toph and aang.

i just wanna thank the person who finally started the gp!toph... i been waiting...

wc: 535 || warnings: mdni. please. smut (malamang sa alamang). gp!toph. mean? toph. double penetration... oopsie you slipped and landed on both their dicks.

but it's aang being so sweet and toph being so mean to your pussy.

aang says she's being too harsh while his own cockhead bullies your cervix. but, toph is mean, her thrusts are punishing. very much unlike aang's slow ones. and they're both arguing about whether or not you deserve to cum again, or, better yet, be stuffed full of their cum. arguing like they're not both balls deep inside of you. like they had not already filled you to the brim. to the point that you know you have to buy a new mattress from the sheer amount of fluids mixing under your bodies.

and you? you're crying, your tears falling and trailing down your temples and doooown to wet your hairline. on your right side is where aang's lips are planting soothing kisses on your temple from behind you. he's barely moving inside you, and toph is drilling into you like your hole was just there to pleasure her. right this second, the last thing on your mind is buying a new mattress. toph only laughs, mocking your cries, even mocking aang himself. you just feel sooooo much. too much.

your slippery cavern stretched to its limits to accommodate the two benders. two of the most powerful benders in the whole world stuffing their huge, huge cocks within your poor walls. their equally red and sensitive shafts rubbing against each other in a push and pull, in a slightly petty fight to see which bender your body prefers.

"boo-hoo. too much? puh-lease, it is NOT your first time taking both our cocks. isn't that right, aang?" she sneers down your face. she always takes the front, saying she knows your walls better than the avatar. her speed is unrelenting. fast, like the fluttering beat of your heart. the hairs on her mound an intense friction against your clit with every fap fap fap of her hips against yours. she thinks the avatar has been spoiling you too much recently. now, look at you, acting like you weren't misbehaving hours ago. your back is arched against the muscular front of the avatar, and your cunt pulsates even more when toph does hit your g-spot dead on. your head falls back on aang's shoulder and you sniffle. more tears escaping your waterline. a string of hurt-sounding whimpers pulled out of you. if they both didn't know better, they'd be concerned.

"mm— that's unfair. i think she deserves to rest now—" aang says through gritted teeth, his grip around your torso tightening.

"no! no! only good girls get to rest. and she hasn't been good. that's the problem—ah—acting out like that?" she acts like she doesn't like it. but, she does. she loves it, even. she can't see your expressions. so, to hear and feel the signs of overwhelm and oversensitivity like this? she could cum right then and there. then pamper you with kisses and attention and cuddles and ignore her duties as the greatest earthbender and metalbender. give you what you want. spoil you, like aang has been and always will. but, of course, someone has to keep you in check. right?

after all, it was toph that bridged you to the avatar.

i think i'm gonna die in this house. idk what i'm doing so i would appreciate it so much to see/read your thoughts about this guys omg.

[mellowzoe]

i love reading and writing smut in public with a straight face

[shymagnolia]

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

[shymagnolia]

okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post