warnings: 18+ nsfw, g!p kuvira, dictator!kuvira, very meandom!kuvira, researcher!reader, heavy power play, manipulation, degradation, spanking, blowjob, humiliation, orgasm denial, improper use of metalbending.
author’s note: i’m sorry
wc: 3.2k
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“you wouldn’t dare betray me, right?” kuvira asks a few minutes after she came into your shared room, as she metalbends the top of her uniform off, her back facing you. you’d been waiting for her in bed, leaning against the headboard and immersed in your book, when the question catches you off guard.
you quickly shut it, sitting up straighter when a brief panic seizes your heart at the low, assured tone of her voice. “n—no!” you clear your throat when the denial comes out all squeaky, “i mean.. of course not. you know i’d never betray you, kuvira.”
“is that so?” your girlfriend muses as she sifts through the closet, her buff arms flexing in the white tank top she was left in. “you completely, unconditionally support my plan to take over the earth kingdom? you don’t happen to have any objections, do you? some of my soldiers seem to be.. having mixed opinions as of late, you see. something about my plan being an unreasonable, ruthless dictatorship.”
your brows furrow in confusion, dread pooling in your gut while you watch her ditch her uniform’s pants for sweats. you shake your head adamantly, “no— i have no doubts. i fully support you in your rule, kuvira.”
“i would hope so.” she finally glances your way, and your heart flips at her small amused smile. she slowly walks over to you, her steps heavy while her finger swirls into taking off her metal wrist cuffs, “after all, you’re my obedient girlfriend. my most devout follower. you pledged your complete loyalty to me, didn’t you?”
she didn’t look mad, but you didn’t like where this conversation was going. if anything, her calm demeanor scared you more than when she barged in angry and exhausted; it felt like she was trying to pull something out of you, and you genuinely didn’t know what.
she cocks a demanding eyebrow at your long pause, and you realize you left her without an answer. you jolt up and nod (hard), stammering nervously, “yes, yes— of course. i’ll always be by your side, kuvira. you know that.”
she gives you a non-committal hum, then sits on the bed next to you to stare deep into your eyes, and your cheeks flush at the proximity.
her hands reach out to hold one of yours but you can’t help your slight flinch — random affection wasn’t a common occurrence with her.
she stares at you quietly, and it’s so intense it takes all your willpower not to break eye contact.
her eyes don’t leave yours for minutes, completely unblinking.
“so,” she finally speaks up, and you can feel how badly your hand trembles in her grasp. “you really have nothing to say about my plans? maybe, i don’t know, a little complaint? there has to be something. i am taking the entire kingdom by force, after all. surely, a sweet, kind girl like you must have a certain.. stance about my behavior.”
her widening smile isn’t good news; this was a trick question.
you take a deep breath and shake your head, “.. no, i do not. it is not my place to question you, great uniter. whatever you see fit must be for a good cause, so i believe in you.”
“good, i’m glad we got that straightened out.” she gives your hand a condescending pat before letting go of you, getting off the bed once again.
you let out a deep sigh of relief when she walks away from you, heading out towards the door, but her next words feel like an ice bucket poured over your head. “i simply asked because a little birdie happened to tell me you were seen around said soldiers and conversing with them about my “questionable” decisions.” she unhooks her belt from its hanging spot behind the door, casting you a cold stare over her shoulder, “and the birdie told me you didn’t look like you were disagreeing.”
at first, her words don’t even make sense to you. what the hell was she talking about? you never talked with— oh.
“oh no no no,” you quickly wave her off, breaking into a cold sweat when she approaches you again. you let out a nervous sorry excuse of a laugh, your hands lifted in shaky surrender, “oh god— haha, this is actually so silly. that was a total misunderstanding. i-i wasn’t cooperating with them at all, i swear kuvira! the truth is—”
“save it.” she snaps, her amusement gone and replaced with a stern glare that shuts you right up. “i’m already irritated, so think carefully. are you sure you want to lie to me?”
“.. p-please,” you plead anxiously, scooting over to the edge of the bed, looking up at her when she stops in front of you. “please hear me out. i promise it’s not what it looks like. i swear i wasn’t planning anything against— agh!”
you don’t see her hand move until you feel the harsh sting of the belt against your bare thigh, earning a pained yelp from you.
“i’m not interested in your excuses.” she states matter-of-factly, letting the leather softly caress the sore spot, the threat obvious from her level tone, “i’ll ask you questions, and you’ll reply with either a yes or a no. am i clear?”
you chew on your bottom lip to keep from crying already, her authority so suffocating. you nod slowly, “.. yes, kuvira.”
she silently stares down at you, hands still behind her back in her usual military stance. then, after what felt like an eternity, she sits back down next to you on the edge of the bed, her legs lazily spread. she pats her thigh, “you know the drill. over my lap.”
that sends an unpleasant shiver down your spine. you wished you didn’t know the drill.
you’re not left much choice though, her fingers curling up and you’re already shifting into position through no will of your own. she always had you wear silver jewelry, and while she disguised it as a sweet thoughtful gift (a lie you were gullible enough to believe), all she ever used it for was to easily manhandle you in whichever way she desired with her bending.
you let out a shaky exhale, your tummy pressed against her strong thighs, staring helplessly at the stupid flower motif of your sheets.
“so.” her crisp voice cuts through the air like a knife, immediately forcing you into intense focus. “first of all, are you aware that betrayal is the worst thing i ever expect from my troops?”
this was ridiculous. of course you knew that— you were her girlfriend! but arguing would not help your cause, so you simply swallow down your protests, “.. yes.”
“second question.” you shudder when you feel the belt flipped, the studded part softly rubbing against your ass. “you do know how i deal with traitors, don’t you? it’s not pretty.”
you want to cry. this was so unfair. you weren’t even a traitor, and you were given no chance to defend yourself. once more, you gulp thickly, “.. yes, i know.”
“good.” her other hand comes to ruffle your hair patronizingly, “we’ve established the basics. now, tell me, were you or were you not with those soldiers?”
you so desperately wanted to get up and look her in the face to explain it all; her questions were cornering you so unjustly, and she must know that. so why was she being so cruel?
you don’t feel the tears well up in your eyes until your answer comes out all sniffly, “y-yes, i was. but please, i literally—”
smack!
you cry out, eyes blowing wide open when the spikes meet soft flesh, clutching the sheets as a wail rips through your throat.
she merely clicks her tongue, unbothered. “don’t cry now, this is your fault. i said i wanted yes or no answers only. just obey and you won’t get hurt.” her hand pats the reddening spot, and she picks up where she left off like you weren’t a bawling mess. “now, you do admit you were with said soldiers. in their conversation, were they or were they not conspiring against me?”
at this point, accepting your fate was easier. these questions were unfairly framing you and there was nothing you could do about it.
you nod through tears, your whole body trembling with your sobs, “.. yes, they were.”
she hums, “and you agreed.”
“please,” you throw caution to the wind, unable to keep answering questions that were leading you straight to your execution. you tightly latch onto her legs, desperately crying and apologizing to hopefully stall her for a minute, “p—please, i know what it looks like, but i swear, i swear i would never betray you, great uniter! y—yes, i was with them, and i did hear them out, b-but that’s only because they stopped me and asked me to join their cause. i swear i said no, i swear, kuvira.”
your words came out all high-pitched and jumbled up, but you were just grateful and surprised no strike landed on you during your incoherent rambling. you couldn’t see her face like this, but maybe this was making her think. yes, maybe this could work.
you cling tighter to her thighs, head lowered further in submission, “i-i understand why you would be angry with me, i really do. but i swear to you, i was just going along with it to try and talk some sense into them. p-please, you have to believe me. please don’t kill me, kuvira. y-you know i would never betray you.”
you really, really wished you could see her face to at least gauge her reaction. while her silence was definitely better news than her beating, you still felt terribly uneasy.
“kill you?” she finally speaks up and your limbs abruptly tense up. you’re confused when her hand finds your head to gently pat it, “of course i’d never kill you, sweetheart. you’re my girlfriend, aren’t you? i’m not that heartless.”
you blink, puzzled. did the fear make you pass out and send you to an alternate universe?
“i suppose i believe you,” kuvira adds, and as lost as you were, relief floods your heart. see, she just needed to hear you out!
you wipe your tears, a small smile on your face as you start lifting yourself up from her lap, “thank you so much. i’m so glad you heard me ou— ouch!”
you gasp when she harshly grabs your hair, halting your movements, and she tilts her head down to stare at you with an amused, quizzical look. “someone’s certainly confident. who said i was done with you?”
you blink at her, speechless. “huh? didn’t you just—”
she cuts you off, “head down.”
you plop back down in defeat with a soft whimper, her hand roaming over your lower back. “i said i could believe you,” she gives your waist a mean pinch to hear you squeal. “i didn’t say anything about forgiving you yet.”
forgive you? for what???
you glance up at her needily over your shoulder, “b-but why?! i already told you i didn’t take part in any of that!”
she only raises her eyebrow, “are you yelling at me?”
“n-no,” you quickly backtrack, lowering your voice. “no, i’m sorry. i just don’t understand what i’m being punished for, please.”
she doesn’t even bother hiding her smug smirk, toying with a strand of your hair. “oh i’ll tell you why. remind me, what’s your job here?”
“i’m.. your main researcher.” you answer hesitantly, confused about how it mattered right now.
“exactly.” a sudden smack lands on the back of your thighs, making you jolt up and yelp in surprise, “you only belong in the laboratory and the bedroom. what business did you have outside with the other soldiers, hm?”
you frown, “.. huh? i was just walking around the— oww!!”
her strikes are slow and controlled, but the impact has tears filling the rim of your eyes again. “and did you ask for my permission to do that?”
what?! your mouth opened to ask when that rule was ever instated, but your lips are smacked shut when she picks up the belt again, giving it a whip against her palm.
if kuvira suddenly decided it was a rule, then so it was.
defeated once more, you mumble between sniffles, “.. no, i didn’t. i’m sorry.”
“good girl,” she gives a pleased pat to your backside, urging you off with a bounce of her leg. “get on your knees.”
you do just that, scrambling off her lap to kneel between her legs. you slowly look up at her and bite back a moan. her manspreading made the bulge evident, thick and outlined against the side of her thigh, your gaze trailed up over where her tank had slightly ridden up for a glimpse of her abs, to its tight straps on her buff shoulders, watching her lean back on her flexed arms. finally, you meet her eyes and you feel your pussy throb at the sight, her gaze arrogant and somewhat demeaning.
she smirks at the hitch of your breath, tilting her head, “enjoying yourself? strip.”
you blush and do so; you only had a shirt on anyway, so you were just left in your underwear in front of her.
“what are you waiting for?” she gives her erection a few shameless rubs through the fabric, “it’s not gonna take care of itself. get to work, slut.”
“y—yes mommy,” the title naturally slips out of your lips, to which she hums appreciatively. you shakily tug down her waistband, freeing her hard cock enough for it to slap! back against her abdomen, the view making your soaked cunt clench around nothing.
you reach out for the pillow next to her that you usually put under your knees (because a blow job with kuvira never ended early; you learnt that the hard way in your very first days), but she smacks your hand off it, and you retreat it with a pained whimper.
you look up at her, visibly upset and startled as you rub your poor hand.
she only scoffs, her glare so intimidating it made your knees wobble, “what? you think you deserve comfort with how you behaved today?” she fists herself, bringing her flushed tip to your parted lips. “you’re funny. now shut up and suck me off.”
when you take more than a second to comply, she huffs and slaps the fat tip against your cheek, smearing pre-cum over your face, then forces herself in the second you open your mouth to gasp.
you’re left no time to process it, grabbing her thighs as you choke on her cock, her large hand finding the back of your head and pushing you further in with no prior warning.
“fuck,” she grunts at the tight squeeze of your throat around her, while you claw at her legs for mercy. “you sound much better like this. choking on my dick, like you should always be.”
tears stream down your face, pitifully looking up at her, but the shared eye contact only makes her twitch in your mouth, her pace growing more feral, “take it, you beautiful whore.” she breathes out a moan at how wrecked you looked, only a few minutes in, “you can take it.”
the throat-fucking renders you completely numb, your knees marred and bruised from the direct, prolonged friction against the hard floor. you weren’t even doing anything anymore, she was the one bobbing your limp head up and down her cock, your tongue uselessly licking up the ridges, her grip so tight on your hair but the sting of your scalp paled in comparison to the abuse of your throat.
it didn’t help that your pussy ached for touch, folds puffy and swollen, your slick uselessly dripping down your thighs and onto the ground. but when you tried to reach for your needy clit, her free hand striked your stained cheek so hard you choked harder on her cock.
“stupid slut,” she hissed, a cry ripping through your stuffed throat at her tightened grip on your hair. “you’ve gotten too brave. remember your fucking place.”
with a flick of her wrist, she bends your silver bracelets into snug handcuffs, swiftly locking your hands behind your back.
you thrash uselessly against them, your knees as heavy as lead, her rhythm growing sloppier as she tips her head back, “fuck, s-so good.. i’m gonna come.”
the unmistakable throb inside your mouth confirms her words, and soon after, thick spurts of cum paint your warm throat white.
kuvira sighs, chest heaving, and pulls herself out, but not without a final slap against your tongue. “swallow.”
you try to swallow most of it, the texture wet and sticky against your sensitive throat, your eyes glazed and half-lidded, barely able to hold yourself up without collapsing to the ground.
with your sore jaw hanging open, some of her cum dribbles out of your lips and she immediately gives your head a rough nudge, snapping you out of your haze.
you dazedly look up at her, and she points at the droplets that dripped down onto your chest or spasming thighs, irritated, “doesn’t look like swallowing to me.”
if you had any more tears left in you, you would have cried at the sheer humiliation, but she’d already finished up your stock and bullied your mouth shut into never denying her again, and so you gather up the few remains, shamefully bringing them to your swollen lips and licking them clean.
“good girl.” her hand finds your head again, and you flinch back like a dog at the motion, but she only gives you a gentle pat.
“can’t..” you whisper, your voice hoarse and cracked. “c-can’t move.”
your knees were locked in place from how long you were kept in such an uncomfortable position, your legs cramping so painfully you couldn’t budge a millimeter.
she takes a strand of your once pretty hair — now disheveled with some of it left in her hands from her rough pulling — and twirls it, “you do know why i had to punish you, right? i have no guarantee that you weren’t conspiring against me or planning to. and the evidence pointed towards it. you may be my girlfriend, but i’m the earth kingdom’s future ruler. i must deliver justice, don’t hold it against me.”
you rest your forehead against her knee, too tired and sulky to reply to her. she sighs at your silence, petting you like a puppy on the street, “i can’t afford to have traitors in my ranks, especially someone as important as you. you understand that, don’t you baby?”
if you weren’t scared of her, you would’ve scoffed at that. of course, always the roughest punishment and the same flimsy excuse of “having to do it” afterwards to butter you up.
kuvira lifts you up onto the bed, laying you down, and a bemused smile tugs at her lips when her eyes drift down to your sopping wet cunt.
she leans down to kiss your cheek — the one that still burned with the mark of her handprint — cupping your pussy tauntingly, forcing a needy whimper out of your lips.
“maybe next time.” she pats it before leaving you with a peck on the forehead, your hands still cuffed. she tuts at your whiny begging, “nope. no can do. bad girls don’t get orgasms, go to sleep.”
and with that, she rolls over to her side of the bed, your crying lulling her to sleep as you’re left tied and pent up.
you’re never leaving that lab again.
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* ugh kuvira breed meeeuhhhh.. again too lazy to proofread
i would just like to formally apologize for the spam that is about to happen as i have just found this heaven of a blog you created i hope your pillow is always cold
AWW THANK YOU BABY, enjoy your stay!! i’m glad you like it here, this means sm to me and your comments make my day 🥹
Not a request! Just wanna share what my brain gave birth to.
I recently thought about this modern Toph x reader au, genuinely have no one to share it with so I'll tell you about my discovery.
So I feel like Toph would be a lot into listening to all kinds of things on YouTube, like music, podcasts, interviews I dunno, any piece of information that interests her.
She'd later find out about ASMR stuff. At first she finds it kinda weird. But after some digging she settles with this girl(reader obviously) who has suuuuch a nice voice...after some time she finds out about her paid content...on different platform...😦😦😦 And Toph once again confirms that this here lady has a reeeaaally nice voice☺️
That's all I had in my brain for now. I have no idea how I'd make them meet each other...it was kinda a random thing, considering how I dont even like asmr stuff that much and forget this thing even EXISTS... but yeah...
I LOVE YOUR BRAIN
no bc this is such a sexy concept.. toph getting off to your voice so often she has it memorized
and you keep your identity a secret, nobody sees your face since you only do asmr, so you’re never recognized in public — but when she casually walks by you and hears you talking to someone, she immediately clocks you bc nobody knows your voice like she does 😩
aren’t they sooo cute? they’re also sharper than i expected I keep accidentally cutting myself. (and if you talk about my dirty ass phone case or the fact that i look bummy you’re homophobic)
AWW they’re so cute!!!1 i love the little charms they’re so pretty
ouuu since we’re doing hear me out slides at my birthday party you get to know what my hear me outs are. ahem:
Big Mac from my little pony
a yautja
pennywise
mahoraga
Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein
nick from zootopia
the michael Schumacher ferrari from the end of cars 1
ultron
toshinori yagi
Bambi’s dad
Hakoda
Tonraq
Amon
Hiroshi Sato at age 54
Lin beifong
Master Piandao
Suyin Beifong
Bataar Sr
Huan Beifong
Zaheer with hair
Gyomei
Dave from the animated series of alvin and the chipmunks
my dearly departed dada touya todoroki
Bumi (not to be confused with king bumi)
Ben Florian
Rameses from Prince of Egypt
King Agnarr
Jeremy Irons as Rodrigo Borgia
misa amane’s shinigami rem
omoi and sai from naruto
Erling Haaland
Corbin from love island
I’m genuinely serious about all of these, I didn’t put them in here for shock factor.
you started off weird but redeemed yourself.. but why the fuck are lin, suyin, tonraq, hakoda, amon on here?? those aren’t hear me out’s, those are fuck yes please’s
jealous type adult! gaang x f!reader
⤷ how i think the gaang would react when they're jealous over you
warnings: possessive behavior, some of them are petty. some of them are immature. but hey, they're jealous, okay? avatar masterlist ⋆˙⟡
ladies first !
katara ~ a very jealous and possessive woman, but she does a great job at hiding it behind the surface. if she feels threatened in any way, she'll throw herself into the situation and make herself known. "hi! i'm her girlfriend!" she'd wedge herself between you and whoever she saw as the threat, grabbing the person's hand and giving it an enthusiastic shake, though behind her blue eyes she's wishing nothing but their death. "well, actually, soon-to-be wife, so~"
toph ~ she's a proud woman, and she's confident you wouldn't do a thing to threaten your relationship with her. it's not often she gets riled up, but boyyyy, if you make her jealous, she's going to make your day—and the person who tried to hit on you's—hell. she'd quickly earthbend a pebble right at the kid's face. and when you tell her to behave, she'd roll her eyes and say, "i am behaving. it's you who isn't."
andddd now for the men.
sokka ~ jealous 24/7 highkey. he's the type of guy who'd spy on you and the person you're talking to. he'd try to subtly hide behind a tree, poking his head out to watch you. or he'd try to hide behind a book—it's upside down, btw—to see what you're doing. "i can't believe it," he'd mutter to his friend zuko, who isn't paying attention at all. "that guy's got nothing on me. he doesn't even look cool."
aang ~ lover boy aang. oh, he's so patient and so kind. he very, very rarely gets jealous. but when he does, he's such a big grump. pouting, brows furrowed, arms crossed, lip caught between his teeth in frustration. he'll try to hold onto his patience for as long as he can, but when he snaps, he'll grab your arm and gently pry you away from the person. "alright, that's enough. you've already had your fun with her. it's my turn."
zuko ~ there's a reason people edit him to this song. he swears he's not the jealous type, but he's literally the most jealous man you've ever met. over the littlest things, too. like if someone looks at you for too long or compliments your dress or your hair. he'll even use his social standing to his advantage just to get what he wants. "as your fire lord, i command you to never make eye contact with my wife again!" it's unreasonable, and he knows it, but fuck. he can't help it.
+ bonus!
a poly relationship with the whole gaang!
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i'd imagine sokka would be the messenger. he sees you alone, getting hit on by some random guy, and he's the first to relay it to the rest of the group.
they all come in, surrounding you, their eyes piercing the poor guy. the greatest earthbender. the fire lord. the avatar. the master waterbender. the chieftain of the southern water tribe. all standing right behind you like they own you. the poor guy doesn't even stand a chance.
"is something the matter?" you ask the guy, completely oblivious to the daggers your lovers are glaring into him right behind you.
"u-um... nothing!! forget i said anything!!!"
Little less thirsty today, but can I ask what exactly you’re majoring in and why? Ofc no need to answer if you don’t want to.
i’m a med student! you can find my answer here <3
i’m not gonna lie to you, i graduated highschool and spun a wheel and it landed on medicine so i went and applied to that 😭 i make 90% of my decisions with a spinning wheel.. not my proudest moment
funny thing is i was a more set on engineering since i’m a big math nerd but the wheel had spoken so i just shrugged and did that
