summary: you and your friends finally go on a well-deserved beach trip, and your girlfriend decides to make it an even more memorable experience.
wc: 2.6k
author’s note: @bae-fong gf actually barked for this, so everyone tell her thank you <3 requested!
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after weeks of korra’s tiresome avatar work, a trip to the beach was very much in order.
you flip through pages of your novel, soaking in the sunlight as you lay on your raised sunbed, when a dripping figure suddenly blocks the rays by looming over you.
you’re already smiling before you even look up, recognizing your girlfriend by her heavy panting after she ran all the way to you for her hourly sunscreen reappliance. spirits, she was such a sight. all exposed and toned under the bright sun, brown skin glistening from her swimming, her muscles bared and displayed much to your liking.
summer was always her best season.
“do i reaaally need this weird cream thing applied on me every hour? it’s so annoying.” she pouts, complaining again for the fourth time since you’ve arrived. you tuck your legs in to make space for her to sit in front of you, rolling your eyes as you fish the bottle out of your bag, “yes, korra. you asked me that an hour ago. you need sun protection, unless the idea of skin cancer appeals to you.”
“boring,” she sighs, sitting down and resting her face on her palm while you pour some of the cream onto your hands. “make it fast, babe. i still have to go drown mako, then build a better castle than all of them.“
you hum fondly, massaging the sunscreen onto the broad expanse of her back, “sounds very important, sweetie. i’ll make sure to be fast.”
she chuckles and lets you run your hands over her muscles, her hand reaching up to move her short hair away from her nape to ease your access, and the motion has her arms flexing in a way that urges you to moisten your lips.
you don’t waste the opportunity to press a kiss behind her ear, to which she purrs, pleased, backing up into you.
when you’re done with her back, you pat her shoulder so she can turn around and you can finish the rest.
she does just so, crowded between your knees as you apply a thick layer on her face.
“thought you liked me all tan and sexy.” korra muses, a smile on her face as she admires her focused girlfriend rubbing circles on her forehead.
you chuckle, cocking an eyebrow, “you’re already tan and sexy. sunscreen won’t change that.”
“yeah?” the avatar leans in closer, her lips hovering over yours in a crooked grin, letting her voice drop to a sultrier whisper. “how sexy?”
you return her smile, your hands sliding down her face to her buff shoulders while your legs wrap lazily around her waist. “so sexy all i can think about is ripping your bikini top off with my teeth right now.”
“bad girl,” she huffs a laugh and nips at your bottom lip, capturing your mouth into a sloppy kiss where you can taste the ocean’s salt on her warm tongue.
your arms wrap around her neck, returning the eager kiss while your hands splay over sun-kissed skin. you pull away with a wet pop! , smiling at how flushed she got just from making out with you. you pat her cheeks for good measure, “alright, you’re all ready for the sun now, baby. go knock yourself out with your beach plans.”
“change of plans,” she rasps before roughly smashing her lips against yours again, swallowing your startled yelp when she climbs on top of you on the sunbed.
you’re already moaning at the way her fingers map you out, thumbs sliding over your peaked nipples and palms molding to the curve of your waist, nimble fingers trailing down to fiddle with the frills of your red bikini bottoms.
“k—korra,” you stammer, flushing scarlet when she slots her knee between your thighs, the pressure devastating. “are you insane? we can’t do that here, so many people are— ah!”
her knee presses harder against your heat, cutting off your sentence. she reaches out to pull some flimsy drapes over for a bit more privacy, her heated gaze pinning you down while wisps of hot steam escape from her parted lips, “then try to be quiet.”
your head meets the cushions of the raised bedding, placed high enough so you can watch the sea full of people just right over her shoulder. however, she does not give you time to worry about being seen, her index hooking under the strap of your bikini top, right between your breasts.
“this is cute,” her smirk’s lopsided, letting your top slap back against your tits and hungrily watching them bounce at the impact. “zero coverage, too.”
her lips are back on yours in a matter of seconds, swallowing down your moans and passionately tonguing the heat of your mouth, some cold water droplets dripping down her damp hair to land on your warm skin and sending shivers down your spine.
she descends down to the column of your throat, pressing open-mouthed kisses that intensify your grinding against her knee, her firm hands making their way up your hips to slide under your back and find the knot of your bikini top. it quickly comes undone with an effortless swipe of her fingers and you yelp, the tiny fabric easily giving way for your bare chest.
“korra!” you whine, crossing your arms over yourself as your eyes scan your surroundings for witnesses in a panic. at that, she scoffs, brows furrowed, and pries your arms off. “no, let me see.”
you’re about to yell at her again when instead all that leaves your mouth is a shamefully high-pitched whine, the avatar’s lips latching onto one of your pretty nipples, greedily licking and sucking while her hand finds your other breast, kneading the flesh and rolling the bud between calloused fingertips.
you bring your fist to your mouth, biting on it to muffle the filthy moans her thorough affection is pulling out of you. “heavens, korra—” you helplessly mewl, hips bucking up into her unmoving knee, looking down at her lavishing your tits with kisses and hickeys.
blue eyes dart up to find yours and your breath hitches, the eye contact sending a jolt of arousal right down to your wetting core, and with the way she smiles smugly around your tit, you can tell she felt it too.
swollen lips detach from your chest, though swiftly replaced by thumbs to keep your sweet noises ongoing, and she peers down at you with pure satisfaction, “someone’s horny.”
you want to cry when she lifts her knee off your soaked cunt, her gaze roving down your curves to finally land on the wet patch your folds pathetically clinged to. her grin widens, and her hands slide down to spread your thighs further, “well well, would you look at that.. you’re wetter than me, and i just got back from a swim.”
you glare at her taunt, but your expression contorts into reluctant pleasure when she wholly cups your pussy, relishing your adorable whimpering and squirming under her grasp.
her free hand finds the side strings of your bottoms, untying them with a measly swirl of air she summoned, and she whistles in delight at the beautiful sight now presented to her. “so pretty. you’re so pretty.”
you shudder at the whispered praise, another wave of arousal rolling over you and she watches the extra slick your eager cunt produces in anticipation. she huffs an incredulous laugh, lifting her gaze to meet yours and carefully watching your reaction while two of her fingers start toying with your folds, “spirits, you’re so easy.”
your cheeks burn with embarrassment at her condescending tone, but you can’t help how your body responds to her touch, eyes rolling back at the feel of her digits prodding at your drooling slit. the way they slide in without any resistance met is humiliating, but you can’t bring yourself to care when your girlfriend lowers herself back down over you to kiss you again.
“mmgh, korra..” you pant breathlessly against her ear, your arms wrapping around her shoulders as her fingers pump in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace, her breath hot and steamy against your jawline that she litters with nips and love bites. her lips trail down the valley of hickeys she left earlier, kissing down your neck to the slope of your shoulder, “so soft. so pliable for me.”
you squeal, limbs flailing under her when her fingers suddenly curl upwards against your g-spot, your vision going black for a second. “oh my— korra!”
her grin’s filthy and impossibly proud, lifting her face slightly off your chest to cheekily stare down at you. “right there, huh?”
she forces an answer out of you with another thrust of her fingers that has you clawing at her back, drooling and dazedly repeating her name, your glassy eyes a clear ‘yes’ to her question. “korra!! ungh, korra, you—”
“good girl,” she presses a soft kiss over your left breast, a quiet warning for what was to come. her thumb joins in to swipe over your puffy clit, and the pressure as well as its unexpected coldness have you screaming. her free hand slaps over your mouth, an amused smile tugging at her lips as she tuts, “shh. we’re still at the beach, y’know. do you want people to see you like this, baby?”
cruelly, she waterbends the bit of sea water left on her thumb into ice against your poor clit, making you uselessly thrash under her weight, tears pricking at your eyes while you cry out against her palm. the ice melts from the sheer heat between your thighs, the water trickling down to seep into your stuffed cunt, the clash of temperatures rendering you a dumb overstimulated mess in seconds.
the entire time, she does not rip her eyes off you, drinking in the desperation and desire twisting your pretty features, the very sight turning her on even more. with a slow exhale, she leans down until your noses almost touch. “i’m gonna take my hand off your mouth now, okay? but be quiet.”
you nod, looking up at her through tears, and she smiles fondly. “attagirl.”
as promised, you chew hard on your bottom lip when she retracts her hand, trying your best to keep quiet as her fingers continue scissoring you open. when she deems your silence good enough, she nods as well, before abruptly pulling out of you and lowering herself further down your body, kissing down your sternum to your lower tummy.
your face scrunches up in confusion at the loss of her fingers and the now gentle attention, then your eyes blow wide open at the realization when she stops at your cunt, eyeing it with the filthiest smirk. you hiss, heat creeping up your cheeks to your ears, “k—korra! i don’t know if i’ll be able to stay quiet if you—”
she clicks her tongue, impatient, large palms splaying over your hips to pull you closer to her face. “then we’ll just have to find out, sweetheart. that’s your problem, so do your best.”
once again, all your protests die out immediately when she roughly licks a big stripe up your drenched center, her warm mouth on you like heaven after the icy teasing.
staying quiet proves to be near impossible, tears welling up in your eyes again at the overwhelming pleasure induced by her oh so skilled tongue, your hands reaching down to sharply pull on her brown hair.
your teeth draw blood from your bottom lip, and yet all you can do is roll your hips up into her face and moan like a slut, begging for more.
her grip’s deadly tight around your thighs while she feasts on you like you were her last dinner, her tongue flicking and lapping wildly at your wetness, her satisfied grunts rumbling in her throat and vibrating through your very walls so deliciously that your toes curl.
the harder you tug on her hair, the more frenzied her eating seems to get and you can’t keep a few screams from slipping out, barely holding it together as your legs spasm uncontrollably around her head. you choke out more sobs when she tends to your clit too, swollen and throbbing from the earlier abuse, and your eyes cross and roll back when her lips seal around it in a suckling motion.
“oh spirits, korra, korra, please—” you call out her name through tears like a prayer, your voice cracking, letting go of her hair to cover your mouth with both hands while the heat pooling deep in your guts threatens to spill over.
she scoffs at your increasingly loud pleading, earning you a light smack to the side of your thigh. “someone will hear you. behave.”
she revels in how effectively her command shuts you up, cooing praise at you before resuming her thorough devouring.
her mouth’s merciless on the poor bud, ruthlessly licking and sucking on it — even nipping at it — the exquisite pain directly registering as overwhelming pleasure in your addled mind.
you make the mistake of looking down at her through bleary half-lidded eyes, and you find her staring right back at you with the wildest gaze you’d ever seen; that’s when you completely lose it. the next swirl of her tongue has your vision flashing white, violently gushing all over her face as a mind-numbing orgasm crashes over you.
even in your otherwordly haze, you can vividly feel her lips morph into a pleased smile against your pussy while she licks up your cum, tonguing it into your sopping wet hole and cleaning up the mess on your inner thighs.
when she’s satisfied with her work, she presses a soft kiss to your perked up clit, and another to your folds. “so sweet, like always. maybe even sweeter. i think it’s that fruit punch.”
you’re totally out of it, eyes fluttering sleepily as you lay slumped on your sunbed, utterly spent and taken care of. your girlfriend finally pats your cunt goodbye, tying your bikini bottoms back on and sighing like she was mourning the very pussy she was going to eat later again today. “aw, i’ll miss her so much.”
korra’s face finally comes into view when she lifts herself up to meet your gaze again, pure joy adorning her features at how blissed out you seem. she smiles and kisses your cheek, one hand tenderly cupping your right breast, “you’re so beautiful like this. my girlfriend, all nice and fucked out on a public beach. truly a sight to behold.”
a soft moan slips out of your lips when her thumb toys with your sensitive nipple, and you shakily bring your hand up to rest over hers, the gentle, shared eye contact somehow more intimate than the whole ordeal that just took place. “.. that was.. so good, korra. thank you.”
she shakes her head, capturing your lips into a slow, steady kiss, and you taste yourself on her tongue. she smiles down at you lovingly, her other hand coming up to cradle your face. “no, thank you. you’re always so good for me, baby.”
you return her smile, stealing another brief kiss from her lips before plopping back against your cushions with a weary satisfied sigh. “..never thought i’d do that here.”
she laughs loudly, tying up your bikini top. “if you’re dating the avatar, expect more here’s and there’s, sweetheart. i can bend four elements at will, so i can also bend you wherever i want.”
you groan and kick her off the bed, flustered, making her land in the sand with a giggly yelp. “go build your sand castles, pervert.”
she gets up with a dramatic sigh, dusting herself, “so ungrateful. fine, but you won’t get to be princess in them when i’m done.”
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* art creds: @/wickesdt
so sorry for the slow posting babies, i’ve been so lazy and it took me so long to find an idea…………. anywaymgnhhh korraaaaaaa she’s my current obsession i need her so bad
LOOK AT HER MUSCLESSSSDIEJOEEKEJE. KATARA THROW ME ON THE BEDDDD 😩😩😩😭😭 MANHANDLE ME HOWEVER YOU WANTTT 🥹🥹😩😭😭😩
prepare to see a bunch of fics of this woman come from me because I've noticed she genuinely gets no love (outside of aang or the rest of the gaang) and I'm SICK OF IT
𓏲ּ𝄢 dancing in the mirror, singing in the shower bath.ᐟ
╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ cw: 18+ smut, porn with some plot, fluffy stuff, established relationship, soft dom!katara and hard!dom toph, nipple sucking/breast play, fingering, orgasm denial, the slightest mommy kink (I swear), not proofread so my deepest apologies for any errors
╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ synopsis: you and your girlfriends take a bath together after a long day .ᐟ — wc: 1.0k — art by aisatssa_ on twitter
“jesus, my feet are killing me!” you tiredly exclaim as the front door closes. katara and you have finally returned home after a very tiring day full of work meetings, shift coverings, shopping for the house, waiting in the most longest lines known to man, etc, etc.
she chuckles, walking over to the kitchen to place the bags on the counter, “tell me about it”
“I mean for heavens sake, those lines at the store were terrible today! standing around after hours of work isn’t for the weak”, you follow her into the kitchen and jump on the counter next to her, “you’d think there wouldn’t be a bunch of people shopping on a random weekday”
katara stands between your legs, rubbing them gently. “weird isn’t it? and of course this type of thing would happen during one of Republic City’s hottest days” she fans herself
“right? I feel all sweaty and yucky.” your head rests down on her shoulder
“do you want to head upstairs and clean ourselves up?” she asks
perking up almost immediately, your lips form a bright smile, “yes!” you chirp. katara giggles, “someone’s a bit eager, huh?”
“n-no! I’m just ready to get all this sweat off me, that’s all..” your face warms
“mhm, I’m sure that’s the only reason, sweetheart..”she doesn’t sound too convinced but she lets it slide for now, “come on, let’s get going”
⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔ ⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔
soft music and giggles fill the room, katara attacking your face with kisses as your back is pressed against her chest, arms wrapped around your stomach. “hehe, baby stop it!” your hand lightly splashes water on her, but she continues
“I can’t help it. you’re so pretty, my love” she smiles against your cheek, giving it a few more kisses before traveling down, lips finding your neck.
her hands are now on your tits, gently squeezing the mounds of flesh. a soft moan slips past your lips, feeling her fingers tug on your nipples
“katara? what are you-“
“shh, it’s okay. I’m just washing you up” her hands scoop up the suds, rubbing it on your chest, “isn’t that what you were talking about earlier? getting all of this sweat off of you?” she whispers
you’re about to speak when another moan comes out, your head tilting back on her shoulder. a string of whines and whimpers now dancing in tune with the music
the both of you are so lost in each others company that neither notice a certain someone who just got back from training. she leans in the doorway, arms crossed
“sounds like you two are having a nice time” toph smirks. you guys jump, a little water landing on the floor. “t-toph! my god.”
katara sighs, frustrated. “what have i told you about sneaking up on us, toph!?” she uses her bending to throw water at her, soaking her already damp clothes. your girlfriend laughs
“oh come on! it’s not my fault neither of you have good peripheral vision.” she starts removing her shirt, arms flexing, “besides, our girl was so loud that you wouldn’t have heard me coming anyway”
your hands cover your face as it heats up from embarrassment. you didn’t realize how noisy you were!
toph takes off the last of her clothes. she lets her hair down from its usual bun as she walks towards you two, a toothy grin growing on her face. “now, let’s see how much louder you can get for us, hm?”
⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔ ⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔
“f-fuck! tophieee- honey!” you mewl out, water splashing over the rim of the rub as you thrash around.
one of her hands wraps around your neck, keeping you against her chest. while the other is busy plunging in and out of your pussy, big fingers stretching your hole and rubbing at your sensitive clit
“you always try and run from me, baby. I thought you liked it when mama stuffed this pussy?” she growls in your ear. “look at her sucking me in, such a greedy fucking girl” her hands squeezes your throat
“listen to mommy, beautiful. keep still, okay?” katara chimes in. her voice is sweet as sugar, but the slap on your thigh isn’t. you look down and immediately clench.
her hands hold your legs down, keeping them spread apart while her mouth works on your tits, licking and sucking on your swollen nipples.
tears roll down your puffy cheeks, pussy gushing from the overwhelming pleasure of toph's fingers somehow digging deeper inside of you and katara’s tongue
“t-too much- pleaseee!” small whimpers stem from your throat
katara chuckles, "aw, sweetie. don't cry, I know it feels so good, doesn't it?" she asks. though your eyes rolling back and the drool running down your chin tells her you're in no shape to answer.
her face moves towards yours, tongue licking the tears before going down to your lips, pulling you into a deep kiss.
"mommy, i-i think I'm gonna cum! pleasee, can I cum?" you beg against her lips. she smiles, "of course you can, sweetness. be a good girl and cum for us" she sucks on your tongue
your legs shake, orgasm about to wash over you...until you feel toph’s fingers pull out completely. you gasp, what the hell??
"wha-why?! i-i was so close!" you whine, looking at your girlfriend confused. but all you see is her licking those soaked fingers. "i know you were" toph brings them to katara's lips, and she immediately starts sucking them, moaning at the taste of your juices
she takes them with a wet pop! "that was mean, toph” katara frowns
“I wouldn’t say mean” she cups your face and turns your head to her, kissing your quivering lips. “i just want you making a mess all over my strap instead of my fingers, babygirl”
“we should probably get out then, yeah?” katara stands up, body glistening, “oh, and you’re cleaning all of this water, toph”
“huh? why me?? aren’t you the water bender here?” she glares up at her. “chop chop, this mess isn’t going to clean itself!” her words are ignored
katara lifts your trembling body up from the tub, grabbing a towel and walking out the bathroom
toph scoffs, “fine, whatever!”
I guess being a little nicer can save you from these sort of consequences .ᐟ
𓏲ּ𝄢 a/n: i hope this isn’t ass, I got the idea and immediately started writing lmao. any feedback is much appreciated .ᐟ
summary: locked up for her crimes, you decide to pay the once great uniter a visit to her cell. little did you know, that was bound to be your biggest mistake.
wordcount: 3.4k ⋆ tlok masterlist
warnings: smut, toxic relationships, situationships, love bombing, manipulation, coercion, stockholm syndrome, mean soft dom!kuvira, fingering, cunnilingus, nipple play
a/n: bc the wife demands a tag @mikaelvr , dividers by cafekitsune
kuvira’s cell is tiny.
it’s almost laughable how the once great uniter, who was used to ruling empires and taking provinces by force, has been reduced to nothing but a war criminal locked in a cold cage.
in the corner, water drips down from the ceiling—a rhythmic tick that matches the intake of her breath. her wrists are bound with platinum handcuffs, prohibiting her from metalbending. but even if she had the means to escape, she couldn’t bring herself to leave.
after her defeat in republic city, she had fully succumbed to the nothingness. she lost everything. now, she is more than willing to accept whatever punishment the earth kingdom sees fit.
no one ever comes to visit her. not suyin. not even the avatar, despite sympathizing with how alike the two of them were. not even baatar. and worst of all, not even you.
at this point, she is even willing to accept death.
the heavy platinum door just a few feet away from her cell creaks open. the light shines in, making her wince and retreat further into the corner. she doesn’t bother looking up. it’s probably just some scrawny rookie delivering her lunch for the day.
then the door shuts and locks.
that, at least, is new.
“kuvira?”
a familiar, sweet tone. your voice echoes in the cold cell. kuvira’s eyes go wide at the sound of it. no. it’s just her mind playing tricks on her. it has to be. she refuses to look up, convinced it’s just another cruel trick of her own making.
your footsteps bring you closer with each step, stopping right at her cell. your hand slowly clasps around the platinum bar.
“kuvira, it’s me.”
finally, she looks up.
a shiver runs down your spine the moment you finally meet her dark, emerald eyes. the very eyes that used to look down on you when she worked you like a dog, barking commands at you with impossible expectations to please her.
she stares back at you, her expression completely unreadable. dark, wavy hair falls in strands over her face, making her look imposing despite her circumstances.
“you,” her voice comes out low, with a gravelly, deep rasp that never fails to make you nervous. “what are you doing here?”
you swallow hard. you’re not entirely sure why you came to visit kuvira in the first place. or maybe a part of you does know. it’s like an itch you can’t scratch, a truth you never want to admit out loud: without her presence, you feel lost.
“i just wanted to see how you were doing,” you explain, trying your best to sound indifferent.
a sharp, bitter laugh escapes her throat, her chains rattling against the metal. “is that so? you came all this way just to look down on your pathetic commander?”
as much as she wants to keep looking at you, she forces her head down—a small grievance for her own humiliation. sympathy rolls off your body so loudly that she can feel it, which only makes her feel even more helpless. she does not want your pity.
“n-no,” you mentally curse yourself for stuttering. “i didn’t come down here to belittle you. i just—”
“—just wanted to see your personal monster locked up in chains? don’t be ridiculous, sweetheart,” kuvira spits out bitterly. “you swore your loyalty to me, and now look at us. only one of us is in chains while the other wears the zaofu sigil with pride.”
your face contorts into a sneer. even now, with kuvira locked away for good, you hate the way she still manages to get under your skin. you hate how, even without her titles, she still has so much power over your feelings.
“that’s not true!” you screech, your voice echoing off the walls. “i didn’t come here to look down on you. i truly just wanted to see if you were doing okay!”
kuvira looks up, her eyes widening and her lips parting in shock.
even now, after all this time, your big heart still has space for her. beating for her, even—albeit small.
she studies the look on your face, the look she knows all too well. she recognizes the pinch in your brows, the way your bottom lip trembles with frustration whenever you do something that doesn’t please her. she recognizes the way you grip the platinum bars of her cell tightly, wishing you had all the strength in the world to tear this cage apart and break her free just so you could be with her again.
before she says something that’ll snap the devoted bubble you find yourself in, she forces her lips shut and downturns them into a frown that she knows will get her loyal pet’s heart racing.
“i’m sorry for lashing out at you,” kuvira speaks in a voice so small it nearly breaks you. “it’s just… so lonely in here.”
she huffs a self-deprecating laugh, pulling at your heart even more.
“i’m just used to a large bedroom with a king-size bed right in the middle.” she lowers her voice deliberately to a sultry rasp that you recognize all too well. “and with you lying right there next to me.”
your face goes hot, and your lips part in a soft gasp that echoes throughout the entire room. while you’re flustered, trying to mentally collect yourself, kuvira smiles—knowing she's already won you over.
“this is better, kuvira,” it sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself. “for the people. for the earth kingdom. for everyone.” your eyes are almost pleading. “and for us.”
kuvira sighs softly, letting the silence settle just for a second before she twists the knife buried in your heart.
“i miss you, baby.”
your eyes go wide. it feels like your heart is pounding wildly in your chest, desperate to release itself and reach the woman who destroyed not only your home, but your life.
all those late nights sneaking into her quarters after the rest of the military went to bed, moaning her name while your fingernails clawed into her back. all those stolen glances, the marks she would leave on your neck that you were forced to hide behind an earth empire uniform collar.
all those memories, compressed into a single, hopeless sentence.
baby.
the last time she called you that was when you were tangled in each other’s limbs after sex, where she was stroking your back and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. a promise of a life together once she took over republic city. a promise that never came.
“the things that i would do just to hold you one last time,” kuvira sighs. “to feel your fingers through my hair.”
your heart pounds wildly. suddenly, the cell key hiding in your pocket feels so much heavier.
“if things had been different, if i had just… handled things better, it wouldn’t be like this,” kuvira’s voice trickles into a broken whimper of regret. “we would be living together, right in the heart of zaofu where i was raised. we would have a wedding—just like we talked about during those late nights in the comfort of my bed.”
tears begin to dance at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill. the woman before you sounds so broken, in a way you have never heard before. the more she speaks, the smaller she looks.
“it’s not too late!” you insist, both hands finding the bars as you try to push your face through the gaps, desperate to reach her. “w—we can fix this! i can try getting suyin to hear you out. or… or—”
“don’t be ridiculous,” kuvira cuts you off, her patience fraying. she tries her best to suppress it to avoid your suspicion. “after everything i’ve done, they won’t allow it. they’ll even punish you for seeing me.”
you swallow down your tears.
“the next time you try to sneak out to see me, i’ll probably already be dead.”
your hand trembles, your shoulders slumping at the realization. “no…”
kuvira eyes the head of the key sticking out of your pocket, then looks back up at you. “but if i get at least one last opportunity to touch you, i can die in peace.”
she senses your hesitation, but she’s so close. you’re dangling right at the tip of her fingers. she just needs to find one last thing to reach in and grab you…
“i love you,” she confesses suddenly. “i felt like you needed to hear that now, otherwise you never will.”
your breath catches in your throat, and your heart stutters. without a single rational thought passing through your brain, you glance at the door. it’s locked. trapped shut. and completely soundproof.
kuvira smiles. good girl.
you fish for the key in your pocket, your hands clammy and clumsy as you try to insert it into the lock. the moment kuvira hears that delicious sound of the latch unclicking, she sits up so fast her chains rattle. you push the heavy cell door open, and she forces herself to rise slowly, lest she startle you.
she doesn’t even get the chance to stand up fully before your body collides right into hers, nearly knocking her backward. your face finds comfort against her chest, your arms wrapping tight around her waist as you pull her close.
“kuvira, i missed you,” you whimper. “i missed you so much.”
kuvira is stunned. it has been so long since she spoke to anyone, much less touched someone like this.
finally, her chin rests in that familiar spot atop your head, both hands coming up to pull you in even closer. the platinum feels heavy on her wrists, rattling with each stroke of your back.
“shh, don’t cry. i’m here,” she coos, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “kuvira’s here.”
she pulls away slightly to cradle your face in her hands. her thumbs brush over your cheeks, wiping away the tears streaming down your skin. then, she leans down and presses her lips against yours in a hot, searing kiss.
you melt into her immediately, your eyes fluttering shut as if under a spell. you press your chest against hers, your hands tangling in her dark, wavy hair. she lets out a low moan against your mouth, her tongue instantly taking control.
her hands trace your entire body, the cold chains dragging against your skin as she explores every curve she missed. she squeezes your hips, pulling you impossibly closer. one hand rests heavy on your lower back while the other reaches down to cup you, giving a possessive squeeze.
you moan into the kiss, and she moans back, rougher and deeper.
two minutes of her hands groping you, squeezing you, tracing thin touches that tickle your skin. two minutes of her mouth claiming yours. it takes only two minutes to already be soaked for the woman before you.
kuvira’s hand traces down your stomach, moving straight to the heat between your legs. her thumb presses gently against your clit, stroking you through the fabric of your uniform.
“uncuff me, baby,” she rasps against your mouth, barely pulling away from the kiss. “remove these chains, and i’ll take such good care of you.”
you pull back with a regretful look in your eye, holding your breath.
“i… i only have the key to the cell,” you mutter. “i’m sorry.”
kuvira isn’t happy. her face twitches, already settling back into that cold look of disapproval she wore when she was the great uniter. but she forces it down when she sees you tremble.
she knew she wasn’t going to get out of here today, but at least she has you. and that’s a start.
“don’t cry again,” she reassures you, her hands already making quick work of your clothes. “chains or no chains, you’re still mine. and i’m going to make sure your body remembers that.”
she tears your clothes off piece by piece until you’re standing completely naked before her. you watch as her cold, green eyes trace over your body with pure lust—a look you haven’t seen in a long time, yet one that never fails to send your heart racing.
her tongue darts out to wet her lower lip while she traces the smooth expanse of your stomach with the back of her index finger.
“you’ve always been such a perfect girl for me,” kuvira praises, stepping closer to you. “always so good. so pliant.”
then, with a sudden, tight grip, she grabs you by the waist and pushes you up against the cold wall, nearly knocking the breath out of your lungs.
your eyes flutter up at her, displaying a cocktail of fear and desperation that she wants to get drunk on.
she brings her fingers up to her lips, eyes never breaking from yours as her tongue darts out to wet them. she settles her knee between your thighs, forcing you to part for her. her fingers finally make contact with your heat, and you immediately arch your back into her touch.
kuvira chuckles deeply. “so wet,” she coos. “i didn’t even need to prep my fingers when you’re already doing such a fine job for me.”
one of her large hands captures both of your wrists, pinning them above your head while the chains dangle. her other hand fondles you teasingly.
“kuvira, p-please,” you squirm, grinding your hips against her hand. “need you inside.”
she smiles wickedly. “just because i’m in chains, you think you’re in any position to make demands?” her fingertips tease your entrance, feeling your body clench in anticipation. “let me hear you beg for it. just like you used to when i was your commander.”
“please, great uniter!” you beg. “i pledge my entire body, my entire being to you, great uniter.”
a low groan rumbles from her throat. it’s been a long time since she heard those words come out of your mouth, and she feels her self-restraint melting by the second.
“it should be you in these chains,” she hisses, her fingers finally tearing past your entrance and into your warmth. “i should’ve thought of that when i was still the ruler. should’ve built a cage just for you—kept you chained up, always ready to be used at my disposal.”
your body stretches around her fingers, moaning and gasping her name like a breathless prayer as she works inside you. kuvira dips her head down, capturing one of your hardened nipples in her mouth.
“a-ah! k-kuvira!”
you feel her teeth graze against the sensitive skin, as if threatening to bite. you hiss sharply, arching your back. this is your warning, and you know what she wants.
“i’m sorry, great uniter!” you cry out, offering the title she demands. “i’m sorry. i’ll be good!”
she moans against your breast, and as you look down at what she's doing, the sight alone is enough to send you over the edge.
she pulls your sensitive nipple into her mouth, her tongue lapping hungrily over your skin. she switches from one side to the other, leaving one exposed to the cool air while the other gets ravished.
long, thick fingers move in and out of you. every time she pulls out only to drive back in, it leaves an embarrassing, wet squelch. you leave a slick ring at the base of her knuckles, her thumb soaked as she circles your throbbing clit.
“oh god, don’t stop! don’t stop!” you cry out.
you roll your hips in time with her movements, your body tightening up around her fingers. she pulls her mouth away from your chest, looking up at you through heavy lids and long, dark lashes.
“you going to cum? already?” she taunts, withdrawing her fingers completely.
you whine, left completely on edge. “it’s just… been so long.”
“no one’s touched you?”
you bite your lip, shaking your head no.
“even locked away, i still have power.” she smirks, wearing the exact look that makes your knees weak. “no one is foolish enough to touch what’s mine.”
slowly, she sinks to her knees before you. roughly grabbing one of your thighs, she hikes it over her shoulder and presses her nose up against your wet core, breathing you in. she lets out a sigh of approval before flicking her tongue out, dragging it along your folds and straight over your clit.
you gasp. “oh, kuvira!”
her hand grabs your ankle, forcing you to keep your leg pinned over her shoulder. she squeezes hard, making you whimper.
“call me kuvira again, and so help us both, i’ll find a way to break out of these godforsaken chains and give you the punishment you seem to be pining for, you dirty slut.”
she buries her face against you again, lapping at your warmth and flicking her tongue against the bud of your clit. her left hand remains tight around your ankle while her other hand trails up to the curve of your ass, gripping you tight so you can’t escape her ruthless tongue.
you moan and cry out, getting closer and closer to the edge.
she presses her face completely flush against you, letting her tongue do all the work. she flicks up and down hungrily, a wet sheen coating her chin. your eyes roll back, your hands tangling into her dark curls as you cry out.
“great uniter, ah—fuck. i’m cumming!”
her tongue gives you no remorse. she chuckles darkly against your clit, the vibrations making your eyes roll back.
“fuck, fuck, oh my god—” you cry out. “kuvira!”
her name breaks out in a pathetic whine, spilling from your lips. you no longer care about her title. you don’t even care if she punishes you for ignoring it. all you care about is coming undone all over your lover’s face.
kuvira’s palm squeezes your ass tight, forcing your hips against her face while her tongue works you through your climax. rolling your hips against her, you finally break with a screech of her name.
“kuvira, i’m cumming!”
your body convulses and your leg shakes over her shoulder. she forces you to ride out your orgasm, her tongue flicking feverishly over your sensitive bud. finally giving you respite, she drags her tongue up and down your wet folds, savoring your taste.
“mmm,” she pulls back, licking her lips. “tastes exactly as i remembered. just as sweet, and still mine.”
you’re panting above her, your back sweaty as you slump against the cold cell wall. kuvira slowly rises, watching as your energy drains away. your eyes flutter shut as you continue to catch your breath.
she knows you all too well. she knows that sooner or later, you’ll slump right into her arms—and that is exactly what you do.
kuvira catches you before you can hit the ground, her chains rattling as she uses her strength to hold your weight up.
“there, there,” she coos, slowly guiding you toward her cot.
it’s so easy for you to fall asleep in her arms. her scent, her breathing, the weight of her embrace—all of it feels so familiar.
“rest now, baby. i’m here.”
the two of you lie like that for a moment. despite the cold and unwelcoming cell, you find solace against her chest. her hand rests heavy on your back, monitoring your breathing. with you sound asleep, she slowly pulls the thin blanket up and over your body.
kuvira sighs. it’s a shame, really. a shame that she was given an opportunity to escape, but was instead left with this.
not that she minds it, though. deep down, despite her cruel words, she really does love you.
careful not to wake you, she slowly reaches over to gather your discarded uniform from the floor. as she lifts the fabric, the key to her cell slips out of a pocket and clanks to the floor. she glances over her shoulder at you. you’re still asleep.
she slowly picks it up, stopping to examine the ridges. squinting, she brings it closer to her face to get a better look.
kuvira glances at you one last time for good measure. then, out of sheer curiosity, she brings the key to the lock binding her wrists. she holds her breath. she knows you told her this was only the key to the cell—nothing more.
but it doesn’t hurt to try. at least this way, she’ll know if you were telling her the truth. it’ll give her peace of mind to know where your loyalty truly lies.
𓏲ּ𝄢 dancing in the mirror, singing in the shower bath.ᐟ
╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ cw: 18+ smut, porn with some plot, fluffy stuff, established relationship, soft dom!katara and hard!dom toph, nipple sucking/breast play, fingering, orgasm denial, the slightest mommy kink (I swear), not proofread so my deepest apologies for any errors
╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ synopsis: you and your girlfriends take a bath together after a long day .ᐟ — wc: 1.0k — art by aisatssa_ on twitter
“jesus, my feet are killing me!” you tiredly exclaim as the front door closes. katara and you have finally returned home after a very tiring day full of work meetings, shift coverings, shopping for the house, waiting in the most longest lines known to man, etc, etc.
she chuckles, walking over to the kitchen to place the bags on the counter, “tell me about it”
“I mean for heavens sake, those lines at the store were terrible today! standing around after hours of work isn’t for the weak”, you follow her into the kitchen and jump on the counter next to her, “you’d think there wouldn’t be a bunch of people shopping on a random weekday”
katara stands between your legs, rubbing them gently. “weird isn’t it? and of course this type of thing would happen during one of Republic City’s hottest days” she fans herself
“right? I feel all sweaty and yucky.” your head rests down on her shoulder
“do you want to head upstairs and clean ourselves up?” she asks
perking up almost immediately, your lips form a bright smile, “yes!” you chirp. katara giggles, “someone’s a bit eager, huh?”
“n-no! I’m just ready to get all this sweat off me, that’s all..” your face warms
“mhm, I’m sure that’s the only reason, sweetheart..”she doesn’t sound too convinced but she lets it slide for now, “come on, let’s get going”
⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔ ⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔
soft music and giggles fill the room, katara attacking your face with kisses as your back is pressed against her chest, arms wrapped around your stomach. “hehe, baby stop it!” your hand lightly splashes water on her, but she continues
“I can’t help it. you’re so pretty, my love” she smiles against your cheek, giving it a few more kisses before traveling down, lips finding your neck.
her hands are now on your tits, gently squeezing the mounds of flesh. a soft moan slips past your lips, feeling her fingers tug on your nipples
“katara? what are you-“
“shh, it’s okay. I’m just washing you up” her hands scoop up the suds, rubbing it on your chest, “isn’t that what you were talking about earlier? getting all of this sweat off of you?” she whispers
you’re about to speak when another moan comes out, your head tilting back on her shoulder. a string of whines and whimpers now dancing in tune with the music
the both of you are so lost in each others company that neither notice a certain someone who just got back from training. she leans in the doorway, arms crossed
“sounds like you two are having a nice time” toph smirks. you guys jump, a little water landing on the floor. “t-toph! my god.”
katara sighs, frustrated. “what have i told you about sneaking up on us, toph!?” she uses her bending to throw water at her, soaking her already damp clothes. your girlfriend laughs
“oh come on! it’s not my fault neither of you have good peripheral vision.” she starts removing her shirt, arms flexing, “besides, our girl was so loud that you wouldn’t have heard me coming anyway”
your hands cover your face as it heats up from embarrassment. you didn’t realize how noisy you were!
toph takes off the last of her clothes. she lets her hair down from its usual bun as she walks towards you two, a toothy grin growing on her face. “now, let’s see how much louder you can get for us, hm?”
⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔ ⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔
“f-fuck! tophieee- honey!” you mewl out, water splashing over the rim of the rub as you thrash around.
one of her hands wraps around your neck, keeping you against her chest. while the other is busy plunging in and out of your pussy, big fingers stretching your hole and rubbing at your sensitive clit
“you always try and run from me, baby. I thought you liked it when mama stuffed this pussy?” she growls in your ear. “look at her sucking me in, such a greedy fucking girl” her hands squeezes your throat
“listen to mommy, beautiful. keep still, okay?” katara chimes in. her voice is sweet as sugar, but the slap on your thigh isn’t. you look down and immediately clench.
her hands hold your legs down, keeping them spread apart while her mouth works on your tits, licking and sucking on your swollen nipples.
tears roll down your puffy cheeks, pussy gushing from the overwhelming pleasure of toph's fingers somehow digging deeper inside of you and katara’s tongue
“t-too much- pleaseee!” small whimpers stem from your throat
katara chuckles, "aw, sweetie. don't cry, I know it feels so good, doesn't it?" she asks. though your eyes rolling back and the drool running down your chin tells her you're in no shape to answer.
her face moves towards yours, tongue licking the tears before going down to your lips, pulling you into a deep kiss.
"mommy, i-i think I'm gonna cum! pleasee, can I cum?" you beg against her lips. she smiles, "of course you can, sweetness. be a good girl and cum for us" she sucks on your tongue
your legs shake, orgasm about to wash over you...until you feel toph’s fingers pull out completely. you gasp, what the hell??
"wha-why?! i-i was so close!" you whine, looking at your girlfriend confused. but all you see is her licking those soaked fingers. "i know you were" toph brings them to katara's lips, and she immediately starts sucking them, moaning at the taste of your juices
she takes them with a wet pop! "that was mean, toph” katara frowns
“I wouldn’t say mean” she cups your face and turns your head to her, kissing your quivering lips. “i just want you making a mess all over my strap instead of my fingers, babygirl”
“we should probably get out then, yeah?” katara stands up, body glistening, “oh, and you’re cleaning all of this water, toph”
“huh? why me?? aren’t you the water bender here?” she glares up at her. “chop chop, this mess isn’t going to clean itself!” her words are ignored
katara lifts your trembling body up from the tub, grabbing a towel and walking out the bathroom
toph scoffs, “fine, whatever!”
I guess being a little nicer can save you from these sort of consequences .ᐟ
𓏲ּ𝄢 a/n: i hope this isn’t ass, I got the idea and immediately started writing lmao. any feedback is much appreciated .ᐟ
summary: the team is shocked to realize that the usually cold, level-headed lin beifong actually has a soft spot for someone—and it's her subordinate, who happens to be half her age.
wordcount: 2.5k ⋆ tlok masterlist
warnings: smut, porn with very little plot, alcohol, tipsy sex, age gap, forbidden relationships, power dynamic (lin is your boss), inappropriate use of metalbending (bdsm and metal strap), mommy/mama kink, mean dom!lin beifong, aftercare
a/n: for my baby @mikaelvr dividers by cafekitsune
lin beifong. the woman who always sits behind her desk with a cold, unreadable expression. the woman who metalbends like it’s part of her blood. the woman who always stands around with her arms crossed. she’s usually the woman who never says no to order, or to duties that require her full attention.
so when korra approaches lin with the plea to gather some leads on a group of earthbending thugs toward south of republic city, she finds herself dumbfounded with beifong’s answer.
“no,” lin answers, pushing herself off from her chair. “i’ve got something important planned tonight.”
korra blinks. “i’m sorry but—what could be more important than this?” she waves her hand for emphasis.
lin doesn’t answer right away, tucking sheets of paper into her drawer before locking it up.
“i’ve got a date.”
korra blinks again. a date?
the lin beifong has a date? much less a partner?
the avatar searches the metal bender’s face for a long moment, trying to gouge whether or not she’s joking. finally, korra tosses her head back into a hearty laugh.
“sorry,” she wheezes. “a date? wow, beifong. i mean—who’s the lucky guy?” she tries to joke.
lin isn’t laughing.
she simply tugs off her gloves and looks the avatar over with a raise of her brow. “the lucky guy?” lin repeats in a way that makes the word guy sound bitter on her tongue.
then, the door to her office bursts open—hard and sudden. korra snaps her head to the entrance. anyone who dares to enter beifong’s office without verbal permission is bound to get a verbal beating. or worse, termination. the avatar is eager to see the unfortunate soul who stands at the doorframe.
you.
korra recognizes you as one of the girls who works at the front desk. she’s used to seeing you in a crisp uniform, but instead, you stand there primly with a flowy dress and a bright smile on your face to match.
korra finds herself frowning. she knows you’re a woman who’s… subpar at her job at best. she recognizes lin often yelling at you from her office for your poor work ethics. the chief of police must be working you to the bone for you to show up late at night on your off day.
poor girl. beifong is about to rip her a new one.
“lin!” you squeal.
korra winces even more because you just addressed the chief of police by her first name and not her title.
“what’s taking you so long? you said you’d be home by eight!”
lin—her green eyes unreadable—glances up at the clock with an expression of indifference. korra takes a step back, waiting for the classic beifong-bomb to explode at any second.
“i’m sorry, sweetheart,” lin sighs, eyes softening. “business kept me tied up at the office. you know how it is.”
lin crosses her office to meet you at the door. she raises her hand and presses her calloused palm gently against your cheek. her thumb strokes over the curve, then over your bottom lip. she smiles in content as you lean into her touch.
“i told you to wait at home for me like a good girl.”
“i know,” you sigh softly. “i just missed you. i haven’t seen you all day.”
despite korra being here first, she suddenly feels like she’s the one intruding. she clears her throat awkwardly, which catches both yours and lin’s attention.
“is there a problem, avatar?” lin hisses, her softened expression shifting back into a mask of familiar coldness.
“uh—um, no!” korra chuckles awkwardly, waving her hands like an idiot. “no problem at all—i just, uh, i didn’t know you had a girlfriend—”
“she is my fiance.” lin cuts off. “is there a problem, avatar?”
korra begins shuffling towards the exit, already plotting ways to tell the entire team about this.
“n-no! not at all! enjoy your date, beifong!”
between fucking each other through your eyes and rubbing your foot against lin’s shin underneath the dinner table, you two become insatiable with each other from the minute you got your first sip of wine, up until you’re pressed against the wall of your shared home with lin’s lips all over yours.
the metal bender is hungry with lust, forcing her tongue to slip past your lips as she claims every wet inch of your mouth as her own.
“you had too much to drink,” lin groans into you. “could get drunk just off your lips, my dear.”
lin presses her strong thigh between your legs, forcing you to part for her. your fingers tangle in her silver strands, giving it a harsh tug that makes her moan.
“bad, bad girl.” she hisses.
her hands are so large, tracing every inch of your curves. groping you, feeling you, making you hers in every way possible.
she moves like she’s been starving for this, and you know she has. you’re not oblivious to the way her cold, green eyes watches your every move from where you sat at the front desk. the way you purposefully drop papers by her feet, scrambling to your knees and looking up at her with eyes that can pass off as innocent—but lin knows better. she knows how much you love to be put in your place.
lin presses her nose into the crook of your neck, breathing you in.
“always such a tease when i’m trying to work,” she nips at your skin, making you gasp. “trying so hard to get my attention. trying to get me to crack.” she bites hard, making you cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. “but they don’t know. they don’t know how much of a slut you are behind closed doors, wearing my ring on your little finger. the ring that you always leave at home because you don’t want people to know that you belong to the chief of police.”
“l-lin,” you gasp, rubbing your dripping cunt helplessly against her clothed thigh. “n-need you—”
“need your mama?”
the pet name makes your eyes roll back with desire. expensive wine dances in your blood, making your nerves yearn for the older woman who has you pinned helplessly against the wall.
you nod frantically. “yes! i need you so bad, mommy! please—take care of me?”
lin pulls back, looking down at you with an expression that’s hard to read.
her brows are knitted together with sexual frustration, highlighting the wrinkles around her cold eyes.
“look at you,” she scoffs with kiss-swollen lips, “so young, yet so pent up with lust. what a pathetic sight.”
“lin,” you grip her crisp, white blouse. it’s unbuttoned halfway, revealing the lace of her black bra. “please. i can’t wait anymore. i’ve been so good.”
your words come out in a breathless, drunken slur. each word dangles at the tip of your tongue, enticing her for more.
“yeah? you’ve been good?”
you nod.
lin hums, contemplating. finally, she tilts her chin roughly to the direction of your shared bedroom. “go. i expect to see you completely bare. face down, ass up on the bed. if you really want it, you’ll make it quick.”
your eyes gleam all beady like a dog who was given a bone.
excitedly, you make your way to the bedroom, your bare feet padding against the floor, eager to present yourself to her. you strip yourself quickly, discarding your date night dress and your soaked panties. you position yourself exactly how she likes it. your face pressed against the pillow, hands behind your back, and your ass up in the air.
you hear clothes being shuffled around in the room over. excitement fills your core at the thought of lin—muscular, scarred, and naked—ready to take you. you hear the familiar thumping of her footsteps right behind you, and as you crane your neck to peer over your shoulder, a cold band of metal enclasps around your wrists and ankle, pinning you still.
a black belt hovers over her hips with a metal shaft sitting stiffly between her legs.
she grins, coming up to the bed and letting the mattress dip as she crawls over to you from behind. her thumb swipes over your wet cunt as she spreads your folds wide, inspecting you.
“good slut,” she praises, her voice raspy and deep. “so wet for me. bet you can take this metal strap so easily.”
her large palms settle tightly over your hips, pulling you back until the blunt end of her metal cock parts your entrance wide. your cunt is warm against the metal, stretching to accommodate the size as she sinks deeper and deeper. your eyes widen while your mouth part into a gasp.
“oooohhh, lin!” you cry against the pillow. “yess, mommy! you’re filling me up so deep!”
lin lets out a needy groan as sheathes her cock all the way inside. once settled, slowly, she draws her hips back and forth, fucking you in a surprisingly gentle rhythm. she admires the way you take her metal cock—licking her lips at the sight of the creamy white ring you left around the shaft every time she pulls out and fucks right back in.
your pussy is surprisingly pliant, taking every inch of her with no problem.
“look at you,” she breathes. “taking every inch like you were made for this.”
you moan softly. “am i being a good girl, mommy?”
“hah,” she laughs incredulously. “either that, or you’re just a natural born slut.”
your eyes glance over your shoulder again, and your eyes widen when you realize what she’s doing.
behind you, she twists her hand in a way that’s all too familiar: metal bending.
the metal cock grows an inch or two deeper inside you, up until you feel it kiss your cervix. your vocal chords strain into a loud cry which only satisfies lin.
“good. cry for me and take every inch of it, sweetheart!”
her heavy and muscular body leans over you, her tits pressing against your sweaty back while she fucks you with wild abandon. the bed creaks and cries in time with your moans. your senses are overwhelmed with pleasure. with one hand holding your hip tight, the other finds their way into your hair, tugging it harder into the mattress. lin mutters filthy words into your ear, but you can’t make them out—too stimulated with her metal cock and too tipsy off wine to even think.
“m-mama,” you mutter. “so good. so close. don’t stop—ah!”
before long, your cunt spasms violently around the metal shaft. your hips twitch and convulse as a cocktail of sensations take over your body completely. your drool dampens the white pillow beneath you while your cunt sprays out juices that lin would be happy to lick up later.
“gooood girl,” she coos. “cumming so hard around mommy’s cock. good fucking girl.”
you slump into the mattress, trying to catch your breath—but slumber takes over you instead.
your body decides for you: settling into a quick nap, leaving lin clean to up the mess around you. not that she’s complaining.
in a little while, you awake to her strong arms wrapping tight around your body. you don’t now exactly how much time has passed, but it was clearly enough for her to clean and change into a fresh pair of pajamas.
the cotton of her white tank top soothes your wet cheeks as she pulls you close. her hands run up and down your bare back while she presses kisses to your sweaty temples. she’s so gentle, so soft in a way that contradicts the way she treated you earlier.
babbling tiredly, all you can do is melt into her arms.
“so cute,” lin murmurs so quietly, and she doesn’t care if you can hear her or not. “get some rest, my little pet.”
she glances over her shoulder, finding your wedding ring on the bedside table. she reaches over with a groan, slipping it onto your finger.
“my dirty little secret.”
lin walks into the office with a bright head on her shoulders, ready to tackle the day.
she knows she has that meeting with korra and tenzin—something about some thugs that korra tried to stop the other night. she greets the security who lingers at the front of the building. upon entering, she also greets you.
“good morning, chief beifong,” you say with a guileless smile behind your desk, as if she hadn’t ruined you the night before.
“good morning.” she replies curtly, stopping at your table. “what’s on the schedule today?”
“you have a meeting at twelve. but before that, korra and her friends are already in your office, waiting for you.” you try to explain as professional as possible.
lin raises a brow, resting a palm over your desk and leaning in close. “they’re in my office, you say? and who let them in?”
you flutter your lashes at her innocently with a grin.
“oh, i’m sorry,” you tease, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. the metal band of your wedding ring glints in the sunlight that peers through the windows, catching lin’s attention. “was i not supposed to do that?”
lin’s eyes widen slightly in disbelief. you’re wearing the ring to the office?
then, a smug little grin tugs at the corners of her lips, emphasizing the wrinkles around it.
“no. you weren’t.”
she glances around the office. coast is clear. then, she grabs the collar of your uniform and pulls you close until her lips brush against your ear.
“looks like i’m going to have to punish you for that later, don’t i?”
warmth fills your belly and trickles down to the very tips of your toes. you clench your thighs together, biting your lip.
“i’ll accept whatever punishment you give me, chief beifong.”
lin grins. “that’s a good little pet.” she pulls back and stands up straight, as if nothing happened at all. “get back to work. it’s going to be a long day.”
“yes, chief.”
lin turns to the direction of her office, and she stops short.
peering through the office windows, she finds a group of troublemakers stacked upon each other like pancakes—all eyes wide and all jaws dropped. korra. mako. bolin. assami. tenzin.
when they finally realize they’ve been caught red handed by the chief of police, they all rush away from the window like a bunch of kids and try to appear ‘normal'—which they ultimately fail to do.
bolin twiddles his thumbs like an idiot. mako is holding up a piece of paper, trying to seem interested but how can he when he’s holding the paper upside down? korra crosses her arms and whistles a tune to make her seem bored. tenzin clears his throat, but instead, he chokes on his spit. assami is patting him on the back for comfort.
a deep and heavy sigh leaves lin’s lips, already dreading walking through her own doors.
ꫂ᭪ ݁ toph beifong with her depressed girlfriend ⸝⸝ soft headcanons
masterlist. fluff, hc format, fem!reader, acts of service, wlw intended.
ᢉ𐭩 toph isn’t the “sweetest” girl around the block by standard definition, but nobody understands how good of a girlfriend she is.
ᢉ𐭩 toph who carries a lot of emotional weight and keeps it bottled up, refusing to seem weak or vulnerable, so everyone else just assumes she’s rash and self-centered by her cocky behavior. she doesn’t even bother correcting their opinion — in fact, she likes being perceived as strong and fearsome to protect her identity.
ᢉ𐭩 toph’s sentimental moments are often overlooked, but people forget that she feels, and she does so deeply. she’s playful with aang and shit talks him, but he’s one of the very first people who she opened up to about how shackled she felt in her home. same goes for her arguments with katara. even with all their fights, she wanted to be friends with all of them in every lifetime.
so if she felt this way about her friends, what did you think she felt about you, her forever love?
ᢉ𐭩 toph whose love language is banter and play fighting, but who can read the room and quickly understand when something’s wrong with you, stopping the second she doesn’t hear your usual giggly protest.
ᢉ𐭩 toph is stubborn and rebellious, but she’s a great listener. she’s very attuned to your body, so even your voice lowering down a notch piques her attention. she’s blind, but not to your minor changes.
ᢉ𐭩 toph who never brings it up “concretely”, but her gestures are more than enough to let you know she noticed. that day, she’d hold your hand more, cook you hot meals, do your hair, and even shower with you.
ᢉ𐭩 toph who does believe in tough love, but she doesn’t overdo it. she knows how depression can make even the most mundane tasks seem impossible, but with her gentle nudging, everything seemed so much more feasible. she’d carry you bridal style to the bathroom and tease you with her usual smug grin, “c’mon, lazy girl. shower with me, i need someone to rub my back.”
she obviously doesn’t need that, but she will pull excuses out of her ass to make her acts of service seem casual, because the last thing she wants you to feel like is some burden she took pity on.
even with your initial reluctance, you find that her light scolding does help you on the long run. because as tempting as rotting in bed and wallowing in your sadness sounds, you know you’re only digging the hole deeper. they say the only one who can save you is yourself — but in your case, the one who was saving you was toph.
ᢉ𐭩 toph who has a very clear understanding of your limits. she will only push when she can, but in the mornings where your limbs are too heavy around hers and your sighs are even a little bit shakier, she’ll simply pull you closer to her, your back against her chest as she presses soft kisses to your neck. it’s completely freakish how she can assess your state from your breathing alone; she knows your body better than you ever could.
ᢉ𐭩 toph who neatly braids your hair at night so you don’t have to deal with the tangles everyday, knowing how overwhelming hair can be for a depressed individual. once again, she shrugs off your questions with an offended scoff, “stop overthinking. i’m doin’ this because it relaxes me. now hush and stop moving, you’re ruining the braid.”
ᢉ𐭩 toph who’s woken up by the slight tremors of your back against her when you quietly cry in the middle of the night. her heart breaks whenever that happens, but she settles on wrapping her warm arms tighter against your body for reassurance. your crying stops for a second, scared that you woke her up when you really wanted this to be secret.
“..toph?” you’d quietly call out, but the only answer you’d get were her sleepy snores. relief floods you at the sounds and you sigh softly, melting further into her grasp as tears resume falling down your pretty face into the pillows.
of course, she was just faking sleep. she just didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable or guilty. sometimes, a good private cry was needed.
the next morning, she’d act completely oblivious to spare you the awkwardness, but you’d wake up to a breakfast-in-bed and an oddly clingy toph. when doubts would start simmering, a lump forming in your throat at the possibility that she heard you last night, you’d nervously ask her what was with the sudden affection. at that, she’d just groan and roll her eyes, “what, i can’t just hold my girlfriend anymore?”
reassured, you’d give her a small smile and shake your head, “no, of course you can.”
deep down, on some level, you did kind of have the feeling that she did know. and you were eternally grateful that she never brought it up.
ᢉ𐭩 toph who’s always present but never prods. since she herself wouldn’t want someone to find her secretly crying and start prying, she doesn’t bring it up with you either. but she can pick up on your sadness the days you’re more sluggish and tense, your feelings heavier on your heart. she won’t ask you directly, but she will make you a warm cup of green tea and invite you to sit with her on the balcony under the starry night sky.
that specific routine was her way of telling you “if you want to speak, i’m all ears.” whatever was said on the balcony, remained on the balcony. some nights, your hands would tremble around your cup as you cried and told her everything that weighed you down, and she’d offer you the tightest hug and the wisest words, her hands soothingly raking through your hair.
some other nights, you wouldn’t speak, just wordlessly burying your face into her chest, your fingers curling shakily around her shirt. she’d set your two steaming cups aside to hold you gently, your sobs filling the quiet air. after a little while, when you’d finally lift your head off her with snotty sniffles, she’d push you back against her, her grip gentle but firm, “not yet. cry it all out, sweetheart.”
and with that, to your very own surprise, tears are already soaking through her shirt again, much against your will. her ability to gauge when you were truly done never failed to impress you. she really did know your body better than you did.
ᢉ𐭩 toph who makes it a strict rule for you to never apologize or feel bad about crying in front of her. if a “sorry” ever slipped out of your lips after you were done venting to her, she’d huff and lightly flick your forehead, though not enough to hurt, “i told you to stop doing that, dummy.” then she’d get up, like nothing happened, picking up the now cold cups, “wait here, i’ll reheat our tea.”
ᢉ𐭩 toph who made it so easy to be vulnerable around her because she never used it against you or treated you any differently for it.
ᢉ𐭩 toph whose brows never once furrowed in pity in front of you, who didn’t treat you like some fragile thing for your feelings because she knew how condescending that felt.
whatever happened on the balcony, remained on the balcony.
ᢉ𐭩 toph who always ditched whatever she was doing the second you got up to make green tea, your mutual cue to go to the balcony and have a nice long talk. or just a nice long cry.
ᢉ𐭩 toph who is so misunderstood, and it pains you to know that nobody will ever get to see the extent of her true kindness, that she only reserves for you; the love of her life.
𓏲ּ𝄢 wrapper is wrinkled but the candy is still sweet .ᐟ
╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ 18+ nsfw, fluff, modern au, older toph, younger reader (not that young because I'm not a weirdo!), age gap, mommy kink, praise, nipple play, oral, dom!toph, black coded reader (anyone can enjoy, of course!), finger sucking, strap usage (referred to as a dick) ─ basically filth and cute stuff wrapped into one big present
╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ synopsis: headcanons of big mama toph and her wife ─ art by osteoueso on twitter
wc: 1k (˵◝ ⩊ ◜˵マ
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: loves spoiling her beautiful girl. anything you want, she'll give it to you, no questions. you want a few hundred dollars to go to the mall? she'll let you take her card! you've been eyeing some new shoes recently? you can get them in every color! want a new set of acrylic nails? you're already heading to the nearest salon. there's food at an expensive restaurant that you've been dying to try? reservation immediately booked.
all you have to do is say the word and it's yours. as long as you're good for her, of course .ᐟ
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: who is so strict, especially when it's time to go to bed. you wouldn't describe yourself as a night owl, but some days you just can't sleep and decide to stay up and watch tv in the living room to not wake your wife up. yeah...not the best choice
when she hears the tv, she walks out the bedroom and finds you sitting peacefully on the couch. then, without warning, her strong arms lift you up and throws you over her shoulder.
"what the- baby! what are you doing?!" you exclaim, lightly smacking her back in protest while kicking your legs. she slaps your ass as she starts walking back to the room. "cut all of that out" her voice is groggy and slighty irritated. you did interrupt her sleep after all, "what did I tell you about staying up late?"
"but i can't sleep" you whine. she lays you on the bed and wraps her beefy arms around you, locking you against her chest. "well, try." she mutters, already falling back to sleep
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: tells you to model for her whenever she buys you new clothes. at first this confused you, I mean she can't see so what's the point? however, that's the thing—she doesn't need to see how you look, she can just feel instead.
for example: one day she bought you the cutest pink baby tee, but when you looked in the mirror to see how it fit, it looked a bit too tight. "hmm...i don't know if this is the right size, tophie. i think it looks weird" you turn to her as she sits on the edge of the bed.
"really? lemme see" she walks up behind you. "what do you mean-hmph!" your words are cut off when her hands starts squeezing your chest over your shirt, fingers rubbing and twisting your nipples.
you let out soft moans, thighs squeezing together and shaking a bit. but the sensation stops not long after it began. her hands travel down to your waist, "looks good to me, sweetheart" she murmurs in your ear, nibbling on it. "girl-get off me!" you squeak, face warm as hell itself
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: who's only gotten beefier and sexier with age, which makes you absolutely drool. yes, she's noticed. and yes, she loves teasing you about it. whenever she's working out, you can't help but go from yapping to silently staring, eyes focused on her arm muscles rippling with each curl of her biceps, abs glistening with sweat, toned, thick thighs flexing with every move.
god, if someone walked past they'd think you're a puppy waiting for it's treat
"you like what you see? she asks, tilting her head, already knowing the answer. her question snaps you back to reality. steam might as well come out of your ears with how hot your face was. "no! i-i mean, yes!" you stumble. she chuckles, "i know you do, baby"
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: (wo)manhandles you into any position she wants when she's fucking you, her favorite being mating press. you'd think with her age, stamina would be something of the past, but that's completely wrong in her case.
her large hands push your thighs so far back, tits squished as her dick pounds into you at a relentless pace. the squelching sounds of your pussy and the needy cries you let out only makes her fuck you harder
“doing such a good job for me, babygirl” she’ll praise
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: uses you when she needs to de-stress after a long day of work. one minute you’re greeting her at the door like usual. the next, you’re completely naked while sitting on your heels, hands squeezing on toph’s bare thighs as your face is being shoved into her sopping wet pussy.
your tongue explores and swipes all over her folds, then all over her big, swollen clit, so greedy her juices. one of her hands grips the back of your bonnet, the other reaches down and spreads herself wider for you to indulge in her deeper. “hah— that’s it. fucking hungry for mommy’s pussy, aren't you? you like how I taste that much, hm?”
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: washes your locs whenever it’s wash day! sure, she doesn’t have the slightest clue on how to twist them afterwards but she’ll listen closely to your instructions when you’re teaching her how to. after all, her pretty girl shouldn’t be doing all the work when she’s right there
your head rests on her thighs as she twists, the combination of her soft hands and calming music playing in the back almost has you falling asleep
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: shoves her thick fingers in your mouth whenever you talk back to her. your eyes flutter as you start sucking, holding her wrist to focus. she smiles, her free hand reaching for your head to gently massage your scalp. “my baby just wanted her mouth a little full, didn’t she?” she shoves them deeper. you gag a little as you lazily nod, brain already turning to mush
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: uses the biggest straps on you because she loves stretching you out and hearing the sounds you make. she’ll have your face smushed into the pillows while she gives you the nastiest back shots imaginable
you try so hard to be good for her but the pleasure becomes too much. you reach your hand back and press it against her abs, trying to push her away. “m-mommy please. it’s too biggg” you mewl. one of her hands smacks your brown ass, the other snatching both of yours and putting them behind your back.
“no more whining. you’ve taken bigger baby, you can handle it”
hmmm thinking about teasing older toph by rubbing against her, feeling her up during random parts of the day, whispering the most nastiest shit in her ear.
you act so innocent until she finally can’t take it anymore and does something about it
𓏲ּ𝄢 wrapper is wrinkled but the candy is still sweet .ᐟ
╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ cw: 18+ nsfw, fluff, modern au, older toph, younger reader (not that young because I'm not a weirdo!), age gap, mommy kink, praise, nipple play, oral, dom!toph, black coded reader (anyone can enjoy, of course!), finger sucking, strap usage (referred to as a dick) ─ basically filth and cute stuff wrapped into one big present
╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ synopsis: headcanons of big mama toph and her wife ─ art by osteoueso on twitter
wc: 1k (˵◝ ⩊ ◜˵マ
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: loves spoiling her beautiful girl. anything you want, she'll give it to you, no questions. you want a few hundred dollars to go to the mall? she'll let you take her card! you've been eyeing some new shoes recently? you can get them in every color! want a new set of acrylic nails? you're already heading to the nearest salon. there's food at an expensive restaurant that you've been dying to try? reservation immediately booked.
all you have to do is say the word and it's yours. as long as you're good for her, of course .ᐟ
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: who is so strict, especially when it's time to go to bed. you wouldn't describe yourself as a night owl, but some days you just can't sleep and decide to stay up and watch tv in the living room to not wake your wife up. yeah...not the best choice
when she hears the tv, she walks out the bedroom and finds you sitting peacefully on the couch. then, without warning, her strong arms lift you up and throws you over her shoulder.
"what the- baby! what are you doing?!" you exclaim, lightly smacking her back in protest while kicking your legs. she slaps your ass as she starts walking back to the room. "cut all of that out" her voice is groggy and slighty irritated. you did interrupt her sleep after all, "what did I tell you about staying up late?"
"but i can't sleep" you whine. she lays you on the bed and wraps her beefy arms around you, locking you against her chest. "well, try." she mutters, already falling back to sleep
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: tells you to model for her whenever she buys you new clothes. at first this confused you, I mean she can't see so what's the point? however, that's the thing—she doesn't need to see how you look, she can just feel instead.
for example: one day she bought you the cutest pink baby tee, but when you looked in the mirror to see how it fit, it looked a bit too tight. "hmm...i don't know if this is the right size, tophie. i think it looks weird" you turn to her as she sits on the edge of the bed.
"really? lemme see" she walks up behind you. "what do you mean-hmph!" your words are cut off when her hands starts squeezing your chest over your shirt, fingers rubbing and twisting your nipples.
you let out soft moans, thighs squeezing together and shaking a bit. but the sensation stops not long after it began. her hands travel down to your waist, "looks good to me, sweetheart" she murmurs in your ear, nibbling on it. "girl-get off me!" you squeak, face warm as hell itself
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: who's only gotten beefier and sexier with age, which makes you absolutely drool. yes, she's noticed. and yes, she loves teasing you about it. whenever she's working out, you can't help but go from yapping to silently staring, eyes focused on her arm muscles rippling with each curl of her biceps, abs glistening with sweat, toned, thick thighs flexing with every move.
god, if someone walked past they'd think you're a puppy waiting for it's treat
"you like what you see? she asks, tilting her head, already knowing the answer. her question snaps you back to reality. steam might as well come out of your ears with how hot your face was. "no! i-i mean, yes!" you stumble. she chuckles, "i know you do, baby"
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: (wo)manhandles you into any position she wants when she's fucking you, her favorite being mating press. you'd think with her age, stamina would be something of the past, but that's completely wrong in her case.
her large hands push your thighs so far back, tits squished as her dick pounds into you at a relentless pace. the squelching sounds of your pussy and the needy cries you let out only makes her fuck you harder
“doing such a good job for me, babygirl” she’ll praise
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: uses you when she needs to de-stress after a long day of work. one minute you’re greeting her at the door like usual. the next, you’re completely naked while sitting on your heels, hands squeezing on toph’s bare thighs as your face is being shoved into her sopping wet pussy.
your tongue explores and swipes all over her folds, then all over her big, swollen clit, so greedy her juices. one of her hands grips the back of your bonnet, the other reaches down and spreads herself wider for you to indulge in her deeper. “hah— that’s it. fucking hungry for mommy’s pussy, aren't you? you like how I taste that much, hm?”
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: washes your locs whenever it’s wash day! sure, she doesn’t have the slightest clue on how to twist them afterwards but she’ll listen closely to your instructions when you’re teaching her how to. after all, her pretty girl shouldn’t be doing all the work when she’s right there
your head rests on her thighs as she twists, the combination of her soft hands and calming music playing in the back almost has you falling asleep
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: shoves her thick fingers in your mouth whenever you talk back to her. your eyes flutter as you start sucking, holding her wrist to focus. she smiles, her free hand reaching for your head to gently massage your scalp. “my baby just wanted her mouth a little full, didn’t she?” she shoves them deeper. you gag a little as you lazily nod, brain already turning to mush
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: uses the biggest straps on you because she loves stretching you out and hearing the sounds you make. she’ll have your face smushed into the pillows while she gives you the nastiest back shots imaginable
you try so hard to be good for her but the pleasure becomes too much. you reach your hand back and press it against her abs, trying to push her away. “m-mommy please. it’s too biggg” you mewl. one of her hands smacks your brown ass, the other snatching both of yours and putting them behind your back.
“no more whining. you’ve taken bigger baby, you can handle it”
imagine modern au korra playing the game while you’re sitting on the bed in your panties and one of her shirts. when she loses she looks over at you and her jaw is clenched, her hands gripping the controller so hard. you're about to say something but then she tells you to take your clothes off and bend over
╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ content: 18+ nsfw headcanons/scenarios, scissoring, a little spanking, anal (I'm so sorry), mommy kink (I'm sorry again), strap usage, adult dom!toph and adult dom!katara, chubby!fem!reader, fingering, pussy slaps (once), just a bunch of filth because I love these two and I need them so bad, sorry for any errors, these are some LONG ass headcanons
╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ art by aisatsaa_ on twitter.ᐟ — wc: 1.3k
𓏲ּ𝄢 toph & katara, who loves kissing all over your body. being on the chubbier side is always something that you have been insecure about for multiple reasons: your big tits that always make a cute top look extra slutty, your stomach that isn't anywhere near flat, the stretch marks coating your plush arms and thighs, so on and so forth.
but every day they show you just how much they appreciate you having a little extra weight on you ─ toph will stand behind you, placing wet kisses on your neck while her hands grab handfuls of the same tits you feel bad about, squeezing them and twisting your sensitive nipples.
“you feel so soft, pretty girl. I don’t need eyes to see how fucking perfect this body is..” she mutters
you let out a soft moan from her hands and words, another one slipping out soon after because of katara's kisses on your thighs, her tongue tracing each and every stretch mark while her hands massage your belly. "you're so beautiful, sweetheart" katara murmurs..
𓏲ּ𝄢 toph & katara, who absolutely loves scissoring you and whispering sweet praises in your ear. though, the way they fuck you is anything but. toph is so rough, manhandling you into whatever position she desires, muscles flexing and sweat covering the both of you as her wet folds mash against yours, clits bumping deliciously.
It feels so good, so good that you naturally start to squirm away from the sensitivity, but she’s not having it. She’ll grab your plump thighs and pull you right back against her, gripping you tighter. “don’t fucking run from it, baby. you’re— fuuuck— doing such a good job, you can take it”
katara on the other hand? she’s so gentle with you…at first anyway. her hips slowly rock against yours, wet squelches filling the room along with your whines and she’ll lean down, her tits pressing against yours as she kisses you.
“s-shit. you feel amazing, gorgeous” she praises against your lips. then suddenly, she sits up, one hand grabs your thigh while the other grabs your hip, and speeds up. you choke out a moan, tears prickle in your eyes from the pleasure, breasts bouncing from the impact of her pussy rutting against you. “k-kataraaa— so good!” you whine. “i know, baby. i know. keep going, you can handle it. can’t you, sweet girl?” she lets out breathlessly
𓏲ּ𝄢 toph & katara, fucking you from the front and behind after you've been a brat all day. mumbling shit under your breath, rolling your eyes, sucking your teeth, mean mugging both of them, cursing up a storm, the list goes on. when they've finally had enough, you're left a drooling, trembling mess
you're completely naked, on all fours. your legs shake as katara fucks you hard from behind (her backshots are absolutely lethal), her thick, nine inch, sky blue strap stretches you out and bruises your cervix. your moans and cries are so loud, but you can’t help it when she’s this deep inside of you
she looks down at you, hypnotized by the way your ass claps back against her abdomen and the white ring that forms around the base of her dick. she gently rubs your back.
"oh baby, look at how wet this pussy is. seems like you're enjoying this too much, aren't you?" she questions teasingly, tilting her head. the noise you let out is somewhere between a whine and a moan, embarrassed at how much you love this. she knows you can't respond, not when toph is shoving your face into her dripping cunt.
her hands grab the back of your head as she face fucks you, using your mouth like a toy. "been running that filthy mouth all day, now look at you—fuck—" her head tilts back as she bobs yours up and down, strings of slick connecting your mouth to her clit.
“—just a fucking mess between us” she continues, looking back down and smirking. “is this what you wanted, pretty girl?
you lift your head from her pussy, slick all over your mouth. “y-yes mommy” you sweetly smile. “remembering your manners, i see. good girl.” katara praises, kissing your back. toph chuckles and sticks two fingers in your mouth, thrusting them. “filthy little slut. what are we gonna do with you?..” she murmurs
𓏲ּ𝄢 toph & katara, love filling all your holes, and I do mean all of them. for example: as they take turns eating you out, they'll shove a few fingers in your ass. they love the way you clamp down and how you get even wetter, sounds that they never heard before spilling out your mouth. or, toph will come up with the "brilliant " idea to shove a cute, crystal butt plug inside of you. they both think it's so cute how your face will warm with embarrassment as you bend over so she can put it in, giving you a light spank when she's done
𓏲ּ𝄢 toph & katara loves cuddling you...naked! whenever you guys are heading to bed, everyone's clothes are already scattered around the room. you're always in the middle of the two, bodies wrapped around each other. at first you were a little shy and nervous that they wouldn't want to cuddle someone who has your body, but they absolutely adored it. you were the perfect pillow in their eyes
𓏲ּ𝄢 toph & katara will compete to see who can make you squirt first. katara will sit behind you, her tits squished behind your back as she fingers you. you squirm as one hand holds your thigh and the other is plunging so deep inside of you, down to the knuckle. Her pace is ruthless as she rubs your clit, adding on to the overwhelming pleasure.
"m-mommy, please! it's t-too muuuuch" you cry out. she only smiles, kissing your cheek. "shh, it's okay. just let go for me, darling" she whispers in your ear. not even five seconds later and you're gushing all over her fingers, soaking them and the sheets. you pant, trying to catch your breath.
"ha! looks like you can't make her squirt after all!" toph points out, laughing. katara rolls her eyes, "oh shush. It's not like you can either!" she fires back. "you wanna bet? move over, sugar queen" toph nudges katara to get up and she takes her place behind you.
"you're gonna soak these sheets again for mama, right baby?" she asks, biting your ear. you nod, still too dizzy to properly speak, but she isn't having that. "i asked you a question. use your words, love" she says, smacking your thigh
"yes, mama!" you whine. you tilt your head back on her shoulder, so dazed out. "attagirl." her fingers get to work, stretching you open with how thick they were. Somehow, her pace was even faster than katara's, it made you scream out, your back arching away from toph's chest, but she pulled you right back against her.
"take it." she says firm in your ear. you whimper, trying so hard not to move away. but she makes it harder when she pulls her fingers out with a wet pop! and starts rubbing your clit at the same pace.
it didn't take long for your legs to start shaking as you squirted all over the sheets, some even landing on katara, who was sitting close and watching the whole thing. toph slaps your pussy, laughing at the 'sight'. "good girl, good fucking girl. I knew you could do it". your body relaxes into her, completely drained. "see, sugar queen?", she gently rubs your folds, "that's how it's done!"
I’ve seen smut written for every single gaang duo besides these two, bro PLEASE I NEED IT. Give me that dom!katara x dom!toph x brat!reader threesome RIGHT NOW (bonus points if the reader is black and fem).
Might have to step up because if nobody does it, I’ll do it 🙏🏾
