“I thought you knew how to braid.” You look in the mirror.
“I do.”
“Really?” You turn your head to the side to check out the “braid” he attempted to do. “Cause that’s not how it’s supposed to look.”
Jason shrugs, grabbing the sides of your head and turning it back. “I’d do a lot better if you didn’t tease me.”
You scoff. “How is you being a bad braider my fault?”
“It just is.” He mutters, undoing the braid to restart again until it’s up to your standards. “Now shh.”
You smile at your boyfriend in the mirror. He’s got that determined look on his face that you love so much. The braid wasn’t that bad, but you just had to tease him. You wouldn’t be his very loving girlfriend if you didn’t.
“You could have kept it, Jay.” You say, watching his hands thread slowly through your hair, needing to perfect the braid for you.
“You said you hated it.”
Your brows rise at his lie. “Now you’re just putting words in my mouth.”
“I’d put a cookie in your mouth to get you to hush and let me focus.” He fires back softly, a small grin on his face as he is amused by his own joke.
You huff, slouching in your chair and letting Jason perfect his craft.
And about three minutes later, he’s done with the braid and turns your head to the side so you can get a glimpse of it.
He looks down at you, hopeful that you’ll like it.
It wasn’t perfect. Not at all. But because your boyfriend did it with pure love and admiration, it was perfect to you. A smile makes its way to your lips.
“It’s perfect.” You look up at him. “Thank you, Jay.”
His cheeks turn a light pink and he looks away to avoid your gaze. “You’re just saying that.”
You laugh softly and stand to your feet. You softly grab his face to force him to look at you. “No, I’m saying it because it’s perfect because you did it.”
He grins, arms coming around your waist and pulling you flush into him.
Your arms fly around his neck, gently pulling his face down towards yours. “I love you.”
Summary: You bring guys to your apartment and your roommate finally gets tired of it and fucks you senseless.
Warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected sex, fingering
A/N: might be grammar mistakes, this was done at almost 3 am
Dick watched in annoyance and irritation as your new fuck toy walked out of your room, shirt on inside out and backwards, hair tousled, and marks littered all over his neck.
His jaw tightened at the smug smile he wore on his face as he reached for the front door. Wishing he could just beat this jackass up. Because not only did the guy disrupt his sleep, he had you screaming for an entire hour.
He just couldn’t believe someone as mundane looking as him, had been someone who could get those noises out of you. Part of him was both jealous and pissed.
Dick got his fair share of one night stands but he was considerate and had them somewhere else or on nights when he knew you weren’t home.
His attention moved from the guy to you, who had walked out of your room with a hoodie Dick assumed it was the guys. He watched the entire encounter on the sofa, almost wanting to throw a rock at his head.
He watched you hand him his hoodie, mutter something in his ear then kiss him before he left.
The second the door shut behind him, Dick was on his feet and walking towards you. Hearing his angry footsteps, you tried to hide the smirk on your face as your back was facing him.
“We need to talk.”
“Why?” You bit back your smirk and turned around. Your back met the cold material of the door and looked up at him.
“You know why.” His eyes narrowed on you. You were acting stupid and he wasn’t in the mood for that. He wasn’t in the mood for your jokes you were positively going to crack.
You sighed with an eye roll. “Can you relax? It’s just sex. Besides, you won’t be seeing him around anymore.”
“Right,” he chuckled, it was anything but humorous. “Because you have your next one on speed dial?”
You folded your arms over your chest, completely over this conversation. He had slut shamed you so many times before that they didn’t even bother you. There was something under the way he spat those insults at you. But it didn’t register yet. “You jealous?”
He stepped forward, pinning you between his body and the door. Your entire body straightened up, not used to having him this close to you. It was intoxicating.
He didn’t look upset anymore. No, he was grinning like he won the lottery. “Jealous? You think I’m jealous of that guy? The guy that had you fake moaning into the pillows?”
Your eyes went wide at that. How could he possibly knew that you were faking your moans? The guy bought it so you thought you were doing fine. He wasn’t a bad lay, but he wasn’t the best. He was soft, he moved like he didn’t want to hurt you. But that’s exactly what you needed.
“You—“
He came impossibly closer, eyeing you. “You think I don’t know how your moans sound? The way you finger fuck yourself when you think I’m not here? How you don’t even try to be quiet? How you moan my name when you come?”
“I do not!” You shriek, feeling your cheeks up from embarrassment. He caught you, you should throw in the towel. But you’d do such thing. Not when he had that stupidly handsome yet smug grin on his face.
“You do.” He said then his smile widened. “I bet you’re soaked right now. Just being this close to me. So close to touching you.”
Your thighs instinctively clenched, your cunt throbbing at his words. You weren’t going to say that shit out loud and inflate his ego. “Am not?”
“Prove it.”
“What?”
His hand found the waistband of your sweat shorts. His fingertips running around the top. The mere touch of his finger had you bucking your hips. “Come on sweetheart, let me feel it.”
You nodded your head, needing him more than you’d admit out loud. You knew he’d tease you until the end of time but you needed him. Badly.
Dick dipped his hand into your shorts and your panties, palm immediately finding your cunt. He hummed at the feel of your arousal on his fingers. Having a taunt on the tip of tongue, but before he could get it out, you cut the thought.
“Can you just do something? Please?” You begged. Fingers, mouth, even his cock. You needed some part of him to fuck you. Just to settle the throbbing in your cunt. Maybe to hold you over for the night.
He hummed again, passing the pads of his fingers over your clit and making you jolt. “Wouldn’t you rather have that guy do it for you?”
You shook your head. “No…I want you.”
He smiled and with that, he sank his fingers into your pussy. You moaned, mouth agape as your head hit the door behind you.
He groaned at the feel of your walls clenching around his fingers. That alone solidified the fact that he was definitely fucking you with his cock tonight.
“Fuck.” You moaned again when his fingers curled inside of you. Your legs felt weak, you thought would have fallen if his other hand wasn’t placed on your hip, pressing you into the door.
“You like that?” He whispered by your ear.
“I fucking love it.” You answered, eyes shutting closed the second his thumb pressed against your clit. Oh you could have came right then and there.
He kept it up, between him plunging his fingers into you and rubbing at your clit, you didn’t last very long. A few more thrusts and you were coming on his fingers. A loud moan leaving your lips as you did.
He rode out your orgasm, loving the sound of your whimpers. He couldn’t wait until you were falling apart when he fucked you with his cock.
When you opened your eyes, his hooded ones met yours. Making it clear what was about to happen between the two of you tonight.
When you reached your bedroom, he tossed you on the bed like a sack of potatoes. You barely had time to adjust yourself before your shorts and panties were ripped off of you and discarded onto the floor.
You propped yourself on your elbows and watched as he undressed. You had already seen him without a shirt so that wasn’t very surprising. But his abs looked scrumptious.
What shocked you was his thick cock. You assumed he had a big cock because of how he walked all smug and teasing. But this shattered every imagination you’ve ever had about him fucking you senseless.
The sight of it had you crawling back on the bed. As if your bed frame could save you from it.
He smirked when he saw you. His hand latching onto it and stroked it once. “Why are you running? I thought you could take it?”
You yelped when he suddenly grabbed your ankles and pulled you towards him at the foot of the bed. You wanted to look him in the eye so bad but his cock was catching all your attention. It intimidated you but you needed that shit inside of you asap.
“I can take it.” Your voice wavered but you sounded sure. Even if you couldn’t, it didn’t change the fact you needed him to fuck you stupid.
His hand cupped your jaw. “Good answer, sweetheart.”
Dick grabbed his cock in his hand once again and wasted no time bringing it to your pussy. He groaned when his tip met yours drenched slit. He thought you were wet with his fingers? This was a whole new level. You were damn near leaking for his cock.
“So fuckin’ wet.” He spread his pre cum around your folds, getting him even hornier than intended.
“Dick please.” You whimpered, needing him badly.
He pushed his cock into you, both of you moaning at the sensation. You clenched around him and he felt like he was in heaven the way it felt so good.
Your head hit the sheets when he finally bottomed out. He was stretching you in such a painful but good way. It hurt so good and you wanted more.
He finally bottomed out. You assumed he would allow you to get used to him. But after all the guys you brought into your room, he wasn’t making anything way for you.
He gave you about two slow thrusts before he was pounding into you. His hips meeting yours with a ferocity that had your headboard hitting the wall with every thrust. “Oh my god!”
“Not god baby, just your consequences.” He grunted, hiking your leg over his shoulder to thrust into you with a new angle. God you just felt so good around him. He had always fantasized how you’d feel and this was so much better.
One hand flew to your hip, pinning you against the bed. It wasn’t hard, put firm enough to barely have you moving. Forcing you to take his cock.
“Oh shit…just like that.” You moaned, hands fisting the sheets like they could save you from this force of a man thrusting into you like he needed air to breathe.
“Much better than those guys you sneak into your room, hm?” His fingers dug into your thigh, sure to leave a bruise. You didn’t care though, the thought seemed to get you even more aroused.
“Yes!” You cried, arching off your bed. “You’re so much fucking better! You’re so fucking deep!”
His tip was kissing your cervix with every thrust. It stung but you liked the pain.
Dick hummed, looking down at where your bodies connected. How your wetness coated his dick, leaving a frothy layer of your cream on the base of his cock.
He threw his head back, feeling his cock twitch. He was close but he wasn’t coming until after you did. He was that much of a gentleman. “That’s it, keep sucking me in like that.”
You felt that knot form in the pit of your stomach. “I’m gonna cum! Oh fuck I’m gonna cum!”
Dick’s thrusts got impossibly faster, harder and sloppy. You were sure your headboard left dents in the wall from how hard it was hitting the wall. You were also sure your neighbors had woken up.
“Go ahead and cum baby.” He moaned, feeling you pulse around him.
And you did. A loud cry left your lips as you came. Your body shook with the amount of pleasure that overtook you in a matter of seconds.
Dick was right after you, releasing his load into you without a care in the world. He moaned, loud and unapologetic right before riding out both of your orgasms.
He pulled out softly, earning a hiss out of you. He looks down at your appearance. Sweaty, breathless, and twitching just a little. The sight alone was enough to get him hard again.
And with that, he grabbed you and flipped you over.
There was no intention of letting you sleep tonight.
I thought they were so gorgeous and they are absolutely perfect for a fic I’m writing on my main account and I couldn’t find more like them so i just made them myself :)
Free to use just either like/ reblog, tag if you would be so kind but it’s not necessary🌜
Summary: you’re an artist and your canvas is your boyfriend jason.
Warnings: little fluff?, short smut, swearing
A/N: smut was whatever cause I can’t write it for the life of me. but like i said…fuck it we ball
“Are you sure this is how it’s done?”
Your boyfriend Jason asked when you slowly circled him. Your hand on your hip as you did, eyes narrowed, looking at him and wondering what to do with him.
“Yesss, now shut up!”
You had an art project due next week and you chose to do something with your photography skills. And you had the perfect canvas…your handsome, sexy boyfriend.
You didn’t even have to ask. All you did was bring it up in a conversation and he volunteered. That honestly made you a little upset because you wanted to ask him. To pout you lips and bat your eyelashes.
But it did make things easier.
Now he stood in the middle of your apartment, shirtless. He’d strip to his boxers if you’d let him. But no one needed to see that but you. Now that was your little secret.
“But—“
“Jason please shut up. I’m trying to think.” He pursed his lips immediately after, standing awkwardly with his hands balled at his sides.
After a little while of circling him, you stopped directly behind him. “How do you feel about me painting your body and snapping some pictures?”
“I’d get turned on.” He wasn’t even trying to be funny. The thought of your hands touching all over him with paint made him hard. He couldn’t help that he was so in love with you that even the smallest things got a reaction out of him.
You gave a blank look even though his back was to you. Then with an eye roll you reached down and placed your palm into a plate of pink paint.
You chuckled to yourself, thinking about this wall of a man covered in pink handprints.
He didn’t get the chance to ask what you were laughing about when the coldness of the paint against his skin cut his thoughts off.
Your hand made a print right on his abdomen. “How does it feel?”
“Cold.”
“Are you uncomfortable?”
“I told you, I’m turned on.”
You rounded him and stood in his face, not even trying to hide the smirk on your face. “Are you joking with me?”
He met your eyes then flicked down to his pants. You followed his gaze and your thighs clenched at the sight of the bulge in his pants. You couldn’t be more grateful for grey sweatpants.
His smirk matched yours when your eyes met again.
And that’s how you two ended up on your floor. Jason on his back with his hands on your hips, guiding you up and down on his dick.
Your hands braced on his paint covered chest. That was your foreplay. You littered his body in pink paint while he painted yours in blue.
And when you kissed, you made purple.
“That’s it baby, right there.” He moved his blue covered hand and reached up to grab your breasts, swiping his thumb over your pebbled nipple to spread the color.
You kept bouncing, his tip nudging at your cervix. You adjusting your hands as the paint started to dry against your hands. “God, you’re so fucking deep!”
He threw his head back with a clench of his teeth. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t expect this. You two almost always had sex when you were together. So this was no different. Though it turned him on faster than usual.
“Shit, I can’t!” You whined, getting sloppy.
“Yes you can, you take it baby.” He gripped your hips again, digging his fingers into the soft skin. He was forcing you to ride him like you meant it. He needed this more than you did if he was being honest.
Jason shocked you when he took over, he fucked into you at an astonishing speed you saw stars. it felt like he wanted you to come more than you did.
You started to grind onto his dick, your walls were sucking him in like the air you breathed. Your lip caught between your lips, feeling your orgasm get closer.
Your nails dug into his chest, deep enough to leave indents. “Oh my god! I’m close!”
“Fuck, me too.” He moaned.
After a few more thrusts you were coming hard on him, squirting all over his dick and chest. He came right after you, painting your walls white with his heavy load.
You collapsed on his chest, both of you breathing heavily.
“Next time, I’m touching you with a ten foot pole.” You muttered, cheek against his chest. Heart finally returning to its normal rhythm.
Summary: On patrol Jason encounters someone he never expected to.
Warnings: Enemies-ish, blood & blood sucking, mention of death (not jason or reader)
A/N: don’t know what this is….but I just wanted to get back into my DC era. I know this is asscheeks but I finally got it off my mind.
Gotham had its days.
Robbery one day, massacre the next. It’s seen every evil human being and creatures that didn’t belong all the time. So it shouldn’t be surprising when he’s witnessing someone get their blood sucked out of them.
You had cornered the man who took some old lady’s purse and refused to give it back. He even threatened you, thinking you were just another human.
You wanted to laugh in his face. But you didn’t do that yet. No, you wanted that fear of him realizing that you weren’t human. You weren’t even alive at that.
It was the best sight to see as your eyes turned red right in front of him. Your fangs reappearing as you gave that million dollar smile. Your swear the lowlife had pissed himself when he connected the dots.
And here you were, fangs sunken into his neck as he tried to push you off. Usually you drank from people who’d you sleep with. They’d think it was just some kink, not that you were a vampire.
How they didn’t figure it out? You had no idea.
But that didn’t matter now. Especially not when you felt him creeping up. You blinked, taking your fangs out of the scumbag’s neck. “I know you’re there.”
“Of course you do.” He said loud enough.
With a laugh, you let the guy go and his body drops to the ground. You turn on your heels to come face to face with the vigilante you’ve been eager to meet.
“Jason Todd.” You smiled, not caring about the blood that dripped from your mouth and down your chin. “We finally meet.”
Unfortunately for you, Jason wasn’t in the taunting mood. You kind of stole this scumbag from him and that pissed him off. “Who are you?”
Your smile widened. You reached up to wipe at the blood trickling down your chin. “I’m sure you know? No one’s talked about me yet?”
“People talk a lot about villains.”
“Me? A villain?” You sounded genuinely shocked, although you weren’t. You heard what the people were saying. It didn’t scare you or anything. “After what I just did to this thief? You hurt me by calling me a villain?”
“Then what the hell are you?” He clutched his gun in his belt. He didn’t even know you and yet he wanted to kill you. How rude!
“You don’t need me to answer that, Jay.” You purred, licking the blood off your fingers, groaning at the taste. Yes the guy was a piece of shit, but his blood tasted fantastic.
“Don’t call me that.” He gritted out. His free hand clenching and unclenching. He didn’t even understand why he was this upset. You killed a bad guy? So what? Why did it matter all that much?
“Don’t act so high and mighty now.” You breathed, shrugging your shoulders. “I’m just like you…in a way.”
“You’re nothing like me.”
Chuckling, you walked towards him. Every instinct of his was telling him to back up, pull out his gun and attempt to kill you, or just pretend he didn’t see a thing. But he didn’t listen to them. He stayed glued in his spot.
You circled him like a wolf and its prey. Trailing your finger on his body. You tried not to smile when you felt him tense under your touch. “Do you really think that?”
“I know that.”
A laugh slipped past your lips, finding your place right in front of him. He looked down at you, pissed off that that stupid touch made his senses restart.
“I suppose you’re right,” you tilted your head at him. “I mean we both died. We both came back. Thing is…you’re still human. I however…am not.”
A low chucked left his lips. You couldn’t be serious. He honestly thought you were insane on top of being a bloodsucking vampire. How dare you compare yourself to him? And how dare you look so fucking hot while doing so?
“You think we’re both alike because we both died and came back?” He took a step closer to you, his body hovering over yours like it belonged there. “You’re wrong…just like you said. I’m still human, you’re not.”
I should have revolted you how he spat at you like you were gum on the bottom of his shoe. But you weren’t. You were interested, surprised, and a little aroused.
Biting your lip softly, you took a step back. Because if you were to open your mouth while being that close to him, you’d do something you’d most definitely regret. And that something included jumping his bones. Probably in this alleyway. In front of the dead guy.
Jason however wanted you to stay where you were. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he was actually intrigued by you. He wanted needed to know more about you.
But he’d let you go.
He was sure he’d be seeing you again.
“I see, Jason Todd.” You tested his name on your lips again. It was time for you to go. Not because of the sun that was because from rising, not because you’ve had your fill for the day, but because you were so close to fucking him. And you need to control yourself.
“So am I going to see you again?” He shoved his hands in his pockets. Knowing damn well he was going to see you again.
You grinned. “That depends, are you done acting like you want me dead?”
“I still want you dead.” His face didn’t falter.
“Liar,” you taunted. “I can hear your heartbeat.”
Letting the words hand in the air, you disappeared into the shadows. Jason watched you until you were gone. One with the shadows.
He looked down at the dead thief on the ground then his eyes dragged towards the tent in his pants. He groaned and ran a hand over his face. He was hard because of a sexy vampire who happened to steal his kill.
Synopsis: Toph hasn't touched you in two months and you're spiraling.
Warnings: nsfw, 18+, p in v sex, Toph has a dick, dom toph, feral bottom reader, breeding kink, finger sucking, biting, rough sex, flirting, power dynamics, dirty talk, squirting, overstimulation, aftercare, cursing, slight mention of blood, use of pet names, no y/n, waterbender!reader, parents toph and reader!, mention of lin.
AN: I had to go touch grass after writing this. Its my first time writing g!p so if its bad I apologize. I hope you freaks (affectionate) enjoy.
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Sundays were rest days in the beifong household. You made sure to implement them the moment you had given birth to Lin. It took a lot of convincing, Toph was a natural workaholic and spent the majority of her life having the freedom to come and go as she pleased.
At one point in your relationship Toph had made it very clear that marriage wasn't in the cards for her. She wasn't like her friends — who were able to create these profound, soul tying connections with nearly everyone they encountered. Spouses, friends, random people on the street. They entered rooms and were loved by most. It happened so naturally for them. Sometimes she'd hear katara and aang being all lovey dovey and insufferable and aside from her initial disgust, a bitterness had burned her throat upon the realization that she may never experience a love like that.
But meeting you — falling in love with you, had mended deep emotional scars that she'd otherwise neglect. Being married to you had slowed her down, softened her in a way that you weren't expecting. Each kiss, each longing touch, each late night confession where you'd cry and pour your heart out to her because you felt so much. Rewired something in her, altered the way she viewed the world, relationships, love, connections.
There wasn't anything wrong with her, she began to realize. Toph beifong would never be as affectionate as Katara or as deeply connected to her emotions as Aang. And that was okay, she just loved differently, in the only way that she knew how.
Now here you both were, married for 4 years and together for 8. You had given birth to your first child three years ago. And each day you redefined the meaning of love, family. And toph — who resented her own parents, was doing her best to be for lin what her parents weren't for her and you admired her bravery and resilience.
With no alarm and a toddler soundly sleeping in her room for now. You took the opportunity to roll over on your side and observe your wife's sleeping form. It was rare that you didn't wake up with your daughter's foot in your back. You can't remember the last time you were alone with Toph for longer than a few stolen minutes before she leaves for work.
The truth was you haven't had sex in nearly two months. It's the longest you've gone without being touched by her since you've been married and living together. And you just didn't know what to do with yourself anymore. It also didnt help that you were ovulating and today would be your peak.
Some days, Toph would come home well after dinner, exhaustion from the day clinging to her tired limbs. You would lean in the doorway, watching her metal bend her uniform off. You took note of every detail, the way her brows pinched together in concentration, the singular bead of sweat that trickled down her sharp jaw. The way the tank top she wore underneath clung to her sweaty skin in a way that made you envious.
Toph never said anything. Never brought attention to the way you sucked in a breath whenever she was near. Or the subtle change in your heart beat when she reached across the table during dinner to grab condiments.
Toph could be doing the simplest of things and it would send you into a frenzie. Household chores, interacting with your daughter, just going about her day to day life and you would feel that familiar ache in your core that had you pressing your thighs together just a little tighter.
It was embarrassing, how feral you were becoming. She was your wife, you were supposed to be attracted to her. Your body was supposed to crave her. But this? This was something else entirely. Something carnal and usually, Toph was able to read between the lines. But apparently, your lingering touches and the need to be close to her weren't cutting it anymore. As the days turned into weeks, a month into two and still no indication that she was catching on. The decline in your mood became evident. You began to do things you knew would annoy her and still nothing. It was safe to say you were starting to become what Toph would call– a brat.
This particular morning, Toph's hair was scattered across the pillows, her long, unruly locks pooling around her in a halo. Her eyes were closed, breathing a slow rise and fall of her chest. She was laying on her back, in a tank top that was just tight enough you could see the rosey peak of her nipples. Your eyes traveled lower, to where the curve of her cock imprinted the thin layer of sheets you threw over her sometime in the night. You swallowed, hard, at the sight of it.
You had to look away to stop yourself from doing something insane. Like climbing on top of her just to feel something. You fell back onto the pillows, staring up at the ceiling now. The sun wasn't even out yet, your body still not quite registering the stillness of a Sunday morning.
The bed shook when Toph shifted, a breathless sound erecting from her parted lips. Your own breathing hitched, your body stilled. She was slowly gravitating in your direction, her body searching for you even in her sleep. You could feel her breath fanning your cheek, the warmth radiating from her body enveloping you. She didn't wake, didn't reach for you, and somehow that made it worse.
Everything in you burned like you were in heat and it was becoming increasingly hard to stay still. You peeked over at toph, waiting for even a twitch of her jaw to indicate that she was awake. But it never came, she didn't make another sound.
You knew she needed rest, she worked hard and deserved to have a moment of peace. Even if every cell in your body was vibrating with need.
You sat up in the bed, tossing the covers to the side. It made no sense to lay there and be frustrated all morning. You could at least start the day in some way. There was always something that needed to be done when you were a parent.
You slid out of the bed, feet paddling against the smooth stone floor that toph had designed herself because she was dead set on personalizing your shared home. You reached for the doorknob of the ensuite bathroom, in desperate need of a cold shower. Which you fully intended to take now that you were all worked up.
You paused just shy of the door, you already missed the warmth of your bed and Toph's presence behind you. It would be so easy for you to just crawl back in and settle between her muscular arms. The weight of them around you would be a special kind of torture given your current predicament.
You were so distracted by your scandalized thoughts of her that you almost missed the subtle shift in the air that indicated someone was bending.
Low and behold, the moment your hand tried to turn the handle, instead of opening for you like it normally does, it locked in place. All on its own. You tried again, twisting and turning, aggressively yanking at the knob like that would somehow get it to bend to your will. It wouldn't budge. And to make matters worse you didn't have any water around to break the lock yourself.
With a frustrated huff you released it, turning towards your wife who was resting comfortably in the bed, on top of the covers now, perched up on one arm. For a moment you forgot what you were even doing in the first place and why you would ever leave the bed when she's in it.
Her beauty was ethereal, and sometimes you had to pinch yourself to make sure you weren't dreaming and this woman was actually yours.
The early morning hours always had a habit of highlighting the femininity of her softened features, the dips and curves of her body, the parts of her that she only allowed your eyes to canvass.
“You're up.” You say in surprise, feet rooted in place. You didn't dare attempt to cross the room. Not when she was looking like everything your body has been craving for the last two months.
“And you're pacing the room before the sun comes up.” She pointed out, her voice still thick with sleep. “Which is very unlike you.”
Your face flushed, heat pooled from your core upon hearing the slight rasp in her voice. You lifted your chin, blowing out a shaky breath as you tried to regain control over your raging hormones.
“I'm not pacing…” you lied, pulling your eyes away from her in an attempt to calm the racing of your heart, “I'm just not tired and it makes no sense laying around when there's a house to clean.”
Toph shifted, scooting further up the bed so her back was rested against the headboard. You watched the way the muscles in her shoulders constricted, bending to her will with each movement. There was a time when you could remember those same arms around you, holding you in place as she fucked you from behind.
You chewed on your bottom lip. It should be criminal to look this good before the sun is even up. Why must the old gods punish you like this?
You swallowed thickly, hands balling into fists at your sides. The cold shower you were considering to take now became absolutely necessary.
“Something's up with you.” Toph says, her tone wasn't accusing, just thoughtful. “You have been restless, short tempered, and you've reorganized Lin's toy closet 3 different times this week. If I didnt know any better I would think you were competing with the other moms at her preschool for best stacked toys.”
Your face flushed, before you quickly caught yourself. “How do you know about that?” you demanded, voice tight.
The air between you cracked with energy. Your body was taut, muscles coiled with the kind of sexual tension that only your wife could relieve. It was really the audacity of Toph that had you spiraling. The nerve of her to sit here and list all of the things she's been picking up on for months yet hasn't done anything about.
Toph's lips curve into a devious smile. She was purposely trying to rile you up. And you took the bait, just as she knew you would.
“Our daughter,” she said the word with a fondness that made you immediately soften. “came to me crying yesterday asking for her favorite toy that somehow was not in her bed where she left it. I almost had to rearrange the entire layout of her bedroom so she could find it.”
You huffed, fingers tugging at the hem of Toph's oversized RCPD t-shirt you were wearing, shifting from one foot to another. She was right about one thing. You just couldn't stay still no matter how hard you tried.
“So you knew this entire time and just didn't say anything.” you groused, crossing your arms over your chest. “You allowed me to suffer.”
Toph laughed, low and throaty, the sound cutting through the space between you. She was holding her stomach, shoulders bouncing with each chuckle as if it were the funniest thing she had ever heard.
You glared in her direction, eyes burning into her in hopes she could feel the intensity of it.
“You weren't being very subtle and suffering?” She teased, slapping her knee. “I wouldn't go that far, don't be such a drama queen sweet cakes!”
“Is there a point to all of this?” you grumbled, foot tapping against the floor, a clear sign of your agitation that you knew she could hear.
Toph tilted her head in the direction your voice was coming from. Her voice had lowered a fraction, taking on something more intimate. “The point is, if you want something, all you have to do is ask.”
Her words landed exactly where she intended them too. Your legs were moving before your mind could catch up and talk you out of it. You crawled onto the bed with the grace of a woman on a mission. Toph didn't attempt to reach out for you. She just stared ahead, hands clenched at her sides, waiting patiently for you to finally ask for what you wanted.
It was infuriating and yet so her.
You swung your leg over her lap, your legs bracketing her thighs with ease. You sank down onto her lap hard enough to steal the air from both of your lungs.
“Well.” Toph husked, her tongue darting out, licking her chapped lips. You followed the movement, your eyes darkening. “That's one way to get my attention.”
Toph grasped at the soft contours of your well rounded hips. Her calloused fingers descended, spreading across the expanse of your thighs, flexing across the skin there. You knew what she was searching for. That small slither of exposed skin above your bikini line where your shirt had ridden up.
When she found it, the tips of her fingers, brushed over the skin in what could only be described as a feather like touch. Toph didnt stay in one area too long. It was like she was refamiliarizing herself with the shape of you and she wouldn't stop until every inch of your skin was claimed.
Your hips jutted when her cool fingers descended lower, grabbing handfuls of your ass, smoothing the skin before giving it a firm slap. Toph groaned as you rocked into her, chasing the friction. Her nails dug into your sides, her fingers tightening around you, halting your movements.
You wanted to scream, whine, throw a fit, curse her out for denying you again. When you felt it, the curve of her cock pressing into your inner thigh, the appendage straining against the boxers she wore.
She was hard.
You had very little time to really process it because the sexiest thing you have ever seen happened next. Toph's breath stuttered, her eyes blew wide, her teeth clenched. You were already making a mess in her lap and she could barely contain herself.
The throbbing of her cock was a constant pulse that was becoming almost painful. It has been just as long for her as it has been for you. And her body needed this release just as much as you did.
The thought alone caused what was left of your restraint, that has been keeping you from jumping her these last two months to finally snap.
Both of your hands grabbed her face, your lips crashed together with the desperation of two women starved. The kiss deepened, Your tongue lined her bottom lip, forcing entry, you licked the roof of her mouth, tongue sliding against hers hot and wet.
Toph's hands were sliding up and down your sides, across your spine. You could feel her everywhere, her lips, her hands that were continuing to claim the skin she could reach. Her lips moved against yours like she was trying to retrieve something that had been lost to her. You moaned into her mouth and toph swallowed it, sucking on your tongue.
Eventually her hands returned to your thighs, fingers pressing into your bare legs as she pushed forward, fighting for dominance and control of the kiss.
You refused to submit, not when you had her right where you wanted her. You leaned back slightly and she chased your lips, never letting them disconnect. One hand rested on your lower back while the other slid up the base of your neck and cupped your jaw, her thumb sweeping your cheek affectionately.
You melted at the action. Your body surrendering before you even got a chance to put up a good fight. Toph smiled into the kiss, pulling away just enough for you to hear her very smug and sometimes infuriating voice.
“There's my penguin-bear.” She cooed, the pet name she uses only for you rolling off her tongue smoothly. Since the moment you met Toph has swore up and down that you had the cuteness of a penguin, but when you were angry, when it came to protecting your family you would transform into something dangerous, like a bear. “I was starting to think she was on an extended vacation and I was living with an imposter.”
“You haven't touched me in two months.” you growled, claiming her lips in a punishing kiss once again.
Her lips moved against yours, firm and purposeful. She was trying to slow down the kiss, stroking the fire raging inside of you in the hopes of snuffing it before it turned into something she couldn't tame. And at first you let her believe she was getting through to you. And just when she started to soften, when her shoulders relaxed and it slowed to a slow, sensual kind of conjoining of lips and tongue. You bit down on her bottom lip hard enough to make her gasp.
You sucked on her bruised lip, pulling it between your teeth for a moment before releasing it with a wet pop. The tangy, metallic taste of her blood on your tongue.
“You bit me!” She shrieked, laughter rising in her chest. “You're such a fucking brat you know that?”
“You ignored the needs of your very sexually frustrated wife who let you put a baby in her and pushed out your daughter. Who's really the one at fault here?”
Toph smirked. "Let me? If i remember correctly you were begging for me to--"
"Shut up."
Toph opened her mouth to rebuttal, but you kissed her hard again, silencing whatever weak argument that was going to spew from her lips. You rocked forward in her lap, slow and deliberate, pressing your hips against her cock just enough that she could feel it.
The breath she let out was harsh in her throat, your hands clung to her shoulders, sliding down her muscular back, becoming familiarized with every dip and curve of her body.
“I should hold out.” You hissed against her lips, breathless. Your hips still moved in a slow, steady, rhythm as you rocked against her, smearing your wetness all over the hardened bulge. “I should climb off your lap and make you take a long cold shower as punishment. But that isn't going to work for me, not this time.”
Toph kissed the corner of your mouth, her hands gripping your side, halting your movements. You gasped, broken and raw, your panties were a mess, slick heat dripping down your thighs leaving a wet spot on the top of Toph's boxers.
“This little show you're putting on is very cute.” Toph says, her voice strained. It was taking everything in her not to throw you against the mattress and fuck you until you couldn't remember your name. You could hear it in her voice, how much of herself she was holding back, the careful control that was slipping now that you were a needy mess in her lap.
You defiantly tried to move your hips to rock against her, but her calloused hands kept you in place.
“Cute?” the word felt heavy on your tongue. “What do you mean cute?”
“It's cute.” She said the word again, drawing out the syllable like you were both speaking different languages. “That you think you're the one in charge just because you're on top of me.”
Your breath hitched, you clenched around nothing as the ache in your core became nearly unbearable. Toph's hands slid up your thigh, her short nails biting the skin hard enough to send a jolt through your body.
“I-I am in charge!” Your voice was weak, fraying at the edges, just like your argument. “You don't get to be in control right now. You're the one that hasn't touched me in months.”
“Baby you wouldn't know the first thing about being in charge." She purrs in a sultry tone. “I can guarantee you will be begging for me to take over, to fuck you right halfway through.”
The challenge was there, and you refused to let her win. “You underestimate me Toph Beifong.”
Toph was a competitor, she enjoyed the thrill of a challenge. She also loved to prove a point, especially when it came to you.
“So what do I get if I win?”
You blinked, she couldn't be serious right now. “Do we have to do this now? Baby i just need–”
“No, no, no.” She interrupts, voice dark, and haunting. “We made a deal and when I win I want more than bragging rights.”
You groan, fisting her shirt with both your hands and tugging it. “You're impossible, do you know that? We could be fucking right now and instead you're trying to cash in what exactly? A fantasy?”
“Maybe.” She shrugs. “Or maybe I want the ability to cash it in at anytime. And you have to do whatever it is, no matter where we are.”
It was a horrible deal, but your mind was clouded with lust and you weren't exactly thinking clearly.
“That's reasonable,” you said after a moment. “And if I win, you have to spend the entire day shopping with me no complaints.”
You sealed the agreement with a heated kiss, your fingers carding through her hair. As the kiss heated up Toph broke away just enough to make you aching for more.
“Go ahead sweetheart.” She rasps against your lips. “You're in charge, remember? It's all yours, take what you need.”
“Okay,” you choked, voice already wrecked and she wasn't even inside you yet.
You shifted in her lap, lifting up, a broken moan leaving your lips when you felt your slick heat, you pulled your ruined underwear down your legs and tossed them to the floor. Your fingers dipping into your soaked folds, your warm, sticky wetness gathering on your fingers.
You leaned towards toph, licking a line up her lips. She parted them, her own tongue darting out in search of yours.
“You want a taste?” You murmured.
Toph inhales sharply, “Yes.”
She reached out, gripping your wrist tight, like you were the anchor holding her together. Toph slid her hand overtop yours, guiding your fingers through your slick folds, your hips jutted when your combined fingers lightly brushed over your clit.
Tears prickled your eyes, your lips parted, breath coming out in rapid bursts as she massaged your clit, in tight, even circles before dipping lower, with more purpose. Your fingers dipped just shy of your entrance, and you cried out, it was all too much.
“You poor thing" she cooed, "you're soaked, this all for me?”
You couldn't speak, not with her guiding your fingers through your slick folds. She was confidently mapping the familiar terrain of your cunt like it was made for her. You were already so close, she knew, she could feel it as your cunt pulsed under her finger tips, clenching around nothing.
She was teasing your entrance now, applying just enough pressure to make your body quiver in anticipation. Just when you thought she would slip her fingers inside you, give you that relief your body was begging for. Toph did something unexpected. She eased your fingers from your swollen cunt, and guided them to her parted, waiting, lips.
She slid your wet, sticky, digits into her mouth, the sweet and tangy taste of your slick coating her tongue. Her moan vibrated around your fingers, her tongue rolling around each digit, licking and sucking them clean. She was trying to ruin you before she even really touched you yet.
You had to kiss her, taste yourself on her lips. There was nothing hotter than Toph Beifong, dick hard, lips painted with your slick and completely at your mercy. It made something deeply primal and possessive take over.
You gently slipped your fingers out of her mouth, a string of her saliva mixed with your wetness connecting you. Your pupils had darkened substantially as you slid your hands down her body, cupping her breast. Your lips peppering kisses along her jawline and down the base of her neck.
Your dominant hand reached into her boxers without warning. Your warm fingers wrapped around her length. She was large in your hand, solid. You began stroking her, slow at first, applying just enough pressure to pull those sweet breathless sounds out of her.
“Fuck, you needed this just as much as I do you're about to bust.” You murmur, her cock twitching in the palm of your hand. “I’m going to take such good care of you baby lift up.”
She did as she was instructed, her movements slower, shakier as you helped remove her boxers. There was relief that overcame Toph's features once you slid the ruined fabric off of her. Your wife's thick, veiny cock sprung upright when you released it from its cage, beads of precum decorating the throbbing slit of its head. You started pumping her cock, hand moving in tight, even circles, spreading the precum that was leaking from the tip along her length. Toph jerks into your hand, hips lifting from the bed to meet your strokes.
“Sweetheart–” Toph grunts, her voice strained. “If you keep this up I'm not going to last very long.”
You slowed your movements, “We can't have that now can we?”
You grabbed just below the tip, thumb skidding the top of it, you sat up on your knees. Hovering over her thick shaft, you lowered yourself just enough to guide her through your soaked folds and over your clit. Coating her length with your wetness.
Toph whimpers, a low desperate sound that has your body burning with need.
“Shit–” She cursed, throwing her head back. “Baby–” she started again, gritting her teeth. Toph never begged but today she might if you didn't speed this up. “Please.”
You sank down onto her without much of a warning, your thighs flushed around her. Your vision blurred, as your cunt wrapped around her like a glove. You didn't move right away. You adjusted to the stretch, the burn, the pulsing of your body, the fullness of her being inside of you after so long.
You looked at toph then, her lips were slightly parted, breath catching. Her fingers were digging into your hips so tight her knuckles were going white.
You kissed her, slow and deep, her hand slid across your stomach and underneath your shirt, cupping your breast. Her fingers massaging the flesh there before giving your nipple a firm squeeze.
You started to move.
“Fuck, baby you're so big.” You mewled, the drag of your clit against the base of her cock with each roll of your hips sending jolts through your entire body. “you always fill me up so good.”
You fell forward, lips planting on her neck, kissing her collarbone, your tongue was a slow drag against the skin there. Your thighs flexed, the drag of her cock inside of you was deep and purposeful. The bed creaked as you rode her, lightly slamming into the wall.
Your combined broken moans filled the room as you rolled your hips once more, causing her to meet your thurst, lifting slightly off the bed before she caught herself. This was your pleasure, you were setting the pace, and she wanted to see how far you'd get before you begged her to take you.
You reached behind you, bracing your hands on her knees, fingers curling around them for balance. The angle shifted as you leaned back, breast bouncing, hips rolling, body spasming. You were riding her cock with abandon, each thrust stealing the air from your lungs.
You whimpered, your rhythm faltering, each deliberate stroke, each drag of her cock against your walls sent a ripple up your spine. Every thrust stretched you opened, every slam of your hips had Toph biting down on her lip hard to stifle her moan.
And God– you looked down between your conjoined bodies, watching her thick, veiny, shaft come almost completely out of you, the sheen of your slickness coating the entirety of it before it disappeared back inside of you in quick bursts.
If only she could see how wrecked you were. There was a pool of your slick now coating the both of your thighs. You grinded down, your thrust growing shakier as exhaustion clung to your limbs. You were breaking, just as she said you would.
“Please.” You gasped, needy and desperate. “Toph– baby, I need more, I need you.”
You couldn't take it anymore, you needed her to fuck you good. To hit that spot deep inside you that you just couldn't reach on your own.
You looked up at toph through lidded eyes, and the expression on her face was smug. “So you want me to take over baby?”
You gritted your teeth, face flushed, hair sticking to your forehead, “yes,” you choked, walls clamping around her cock. Toph's fingers dug into you, her entire body taut. “please don't make me beg.”
“You're already doing it sweet cheeks but that's okay.” She murmured, using her strength to flip you onto your back. Her arms were on either side of your head as she pressed down into you. “I'm going to fuck you right, make you feel real good.”
Your hand delved between your bodies, guiding her cock back into your aching core that was already open and ready for her. Toph pressed her lips against your throat, decorating the skin with her marks. She thrust forward with a slow roll of hips. Your body curled around her as she buried herself to the hilt. You mewled, toes curling, fingers digging into her spine. She held it for just a second, before pulling almost completely out, and sinking back into you more purposeful than before.
She was prolonging your pleasure, fucking you deep and slow like this. Drawing out each moan as if it were a symphony of your pleasure playing only for her ears. It was deeply intimate, the way she knew what areas to hit to bring you just on the edge of your release before changing her tempo.
You felt tears brimming behind your eyelids as she fucked you so good. You couldn't take it, the pressure building low in your belly, the sensation spreading throughout your entire body. You couldn't breathe, couldn't think, she was every where. Her lips leaving open mouth kisses on every area of skin she could reach, her long dark hair tickling your cheeks as your body jerked with each slow and torturous thrust.
The tears were falling before you could stop them, you were a blabbering mess underneath her, unable to form coherent sentences.
"Its okay baby I got you." Toph breathed against your cheek, kissing your salty tears. Her hands slid under your thighs, she untangled them from around her, holding your legs so your knees were pressing into your chest, and began to move.
“Toph–” You cried out, grasping at the sheets. The new angle had each sharp thrust hitting your cervix, her hips slammed into you with the same careful precision she put into her earth bending. Gone was the woman that wanted to fuck you soft and slow to prolong your inevitable release. Toph's thrusts were reverent, a woman on a mission. And now, she was giving you exactly what you wanted, what you begged for. You clamped down on her dick hard.
Toph keened, voice strained, chest tight with emotion. Her hips picking up speed. “Fuck sweetheart you're wrapped around me so tight. You want me to put another baby in you don't you?”
“Yes,” you cried out, wanton gasps, and whines filling the room, Toph's thighs slamming into yours, each thrust setting a punishing rhythm. “I want to have another baby Toph, fill me up, make me yours.”
She had you completely folded in half now, driving her cock into you. Her breaths came out in sharp exhales, her eyes were slammed shut tight, she was so close, you could feel her cock twitching inside of you.
Your fingers grabbed at her hips, nails clawing at her sides. Toph made a strangled sound above you. The feel of your walls fluttering around her, encouraging her to go deeper, harder, faster, whatever it was going to take for you to be full of her seed was pushing her closer to the edge.
You begged, needlessly in her ear, grasping at every inch of her skin in an attempt to pull her closer. Your eyes were wide and glassy as you looked up at her. Her thrust grew ravenous, her hand was anchoring herself on your thighs, keeping them locked in place so you couldn't escape from the steady rhythm of her hips slamming into you. The pressure in your core was building faster than you could fathom. Your orgasm was close, so close that your skin was prickling.
“Are you going to come for me?” Toph crooned, strokes never faltering.
Your body responded for you. Your legs began to shake, toes curling, lips parted. The palms of your hands slammed into her shoulders as you tried push her away, escape the intensity of it. The most powerful orgasm you have ever had was rippling through you. Wave after wave of your slick flowed out of you. Soaking the both of you and the sheets.
Toph's hips didn't slow as you clamped down on her cock, her thrust rapid, shallow, fucking you through it. The feel of your warm, spongy walls clamping around her shaft had Toph teetering on the edge of her own powerful orgasm. Her arms gave way hallway through, her body now fully on top of yours pressing you into the mattress.
Her arms hooked around the back of your thighs tightly. Toph thrust were selfish, clumsy. The only sounds that could be heard were your combined ragged breaths and the obscene squelching of your cunt every time her cock drives into you.
A stream of expletives fell from your lips. Toph kept you open for her, her lips on your neck as her thrust became more deliberate, forceful. You could already feel your second orgasm fastly approaching.
“Yes, just like that.” you were dizzy from the sensation, every thrust of Toph's cock hitting your g-spot. Your hands spread across her back, nails leaving deep crescent shaped marks that broke the skin.
When toph came, it was with a deep, guttural moan. Her cock twitched inside you, shooting long, thick white ropes of her come into you. Your eyes went white, your body jerked, you held her firmly, crying out as her thrust were uncoordinated and shallow. Her own legs were shaking as she fucked her seed into you. There was so much of it still coming out of her.
“Toph–” her name died on your lips as your legs began to shake once again, another orgasm overtaking you. You could feel everything, every pulse of her cock twitching inside of you. It was all too much, you couldn't take it. “its too much– i cant–"
“You can,” she grunted, her cock still twitching inside of you, spraying your walls with the rest of her seed. Your cunt clamping down around her tight. You were milking her for all that she had. “You're going to look so pretty carrying my baby again.”
You groaned, as her thrust slowed to a stop. Your limbs were aching, she didn't pull out right away. You were too sensitive to do anything and she knew that. Toph did however release your legs so your knees weren't pressing into your chest anymore.
After a few minutes, she pulled out, and with her a stream of her cum dripped down your thighs. She was up and moving on shaky legs before you could even open your lidded eyes. Exhaustion clung to you now, your throat was parched. Toph returned from the bathroom with a towel and some cool water from the faucet.
Your tried to sit up but winced at the ache between your thighs. Toph held the water in your direction which you gladly took. Taking small, careful sips while she wiped your thighs with a cool, wet rag.
It was the soft; quiet moments like these, when she tended to you with gentleness and careful consideration, that you fell in love with her all over again. The name Toph Beifong meant alot of things to different people. Friend, greatest earth and metal bender in the world, chief, public figure. But to you she was your person, your home, the only person you wanted to go to sleep next to, and the first person you wanted to see when you woke up the next morning. She was the beginning and ending of your love story. And you cant even imagine a life without her in it.
You didnt know you were crying until your eyes blurred and you couldn't see her clearly anymore. You sniffled, fingers tightening around the glass that you were holding. Toph's ears twitched, and the hand that was still cleaning the rest of the slick from your thighs paused.
“Are you crying?” There was worry in her voice, she abandoned what she was doing and slipped into the bed beside you, pulling you into her so your head could rest against her chest. “Did I hurt you? Was it too rough?”
Your tears were now relentless after hearing the concern in her voice. No one has ever loved you the way toph has.
“No,” your voice wavered, “It was perfect, just what i needed. I'm actually really happy right now and so in love with you.”
Toph's arms were still tight around you but her shoulders did relax just a fraction. “So... you're crying because you are happy?”
You sniffled, “Very much so.”
She didnt say anything after that. Just hummed thoughtfully. You knew Toph didnt really understand it, and she wasnt the best at words when it came to comforting you when you got like this. So she offered the only thing she could, her presence, and that would always be enough.
The sun was up now, the early morning light peering through the windows. You were all cried out now, curled into her side, listening to the steady drum of her heart. You should have gotten up twenty mintues ago but you weren't ready to share her with the world just yet.
“So..” you trailed off, voice light and playful. “Another baby huh?”
“I should not be held accountable for what I say during sex.” She snorts, arms tightening around you. “Its completely unfair.”
Your fingers that were rested on her chest drew slow, absent circles around her breast. “Well, you better have meant it because there's no going back now chief.”
“Of course I meant it.” Toph says, her tone was deeply affectionate. “Lin needs a sister. It might teach her how to play nice and share.”
Your laugh was soft, rueful. “Baby, I'm going to hold your hand when I say this. Your daughter is not sharing her things with anyone. She runs a very strict program.”
“I wonder where she got that from.” Toph sniffs.
“Says the control freak.”
Toph pinched your side causing you to yelp. “Take it back.”
“Never.”
“This is blasphemy!” She says in mock horror. “I'm not the one that coached her into committing toddler terrorism.”
“Hey, that is not fair.” You gasped, playfully slapping her. “In my defense she kept coming home from preschool without any of the toys or crayons I sent with her. What was I supposed to do, just let them continue to rob our daughter?”
Toph shook her head, a smile creeping on her lips. “You're so dramatic. They weren't robbing her, she gave them away. Which means no crimes were committed.”
“Whatever.” You grumbled, pushing off of her so you can get up and shower before a toddler burst through your door begging for breakfast any minute now. "You're just saying that because you didn't have to deal with her tantrum or hear her cry the entire way home until I caved and took her to a local shop to replace what was lost.”
“You spoil her.” Toph sighs.
“She deserves it.”
“Not when she's whining.”
“She's three toph all she knows how to do is whine.” You rolled your eyes, even though you knew she wouldn't see you. “must be a beifong triat.”
It was the subtle shift in the air that alerted you that toph had bended. The floor beneath your feet rippled, throwing you off balance. You caught yourself immediately, hand bracing the wall.
“You tried to trip me.” You accused, laughter rising in volume. “You sneaky little shit. Oh, it's on Toph Beifong! Two can play this game.”
Toph smirked, arms folded underneath her head, resting against the pillow. Her voice was smug, overly confident. “May the best woman win, baby.”
You shut the door loudly, already brainstorming some ideas to get back at her. It was going to be difficult to catch her off guard but you were determined to win this.
Game on.
AN: Part 2? How should reader get back at her if i continued this? 👀
this especially with fbi agent dex, where he is “concealing” his mental instability but still a bit impulsive with his decision making. you would be his little housewife, dex was convinced the safest place you would be is at home with him, telling you there’s bad people out there and he needed you, needed to be sure you’d always be there for him.
so this morning you had just woke up, dressed in one of dexs big shirts, your panties and slippers. swaying side to side as you whipped something up for this morning’s breakfast. dex was also getting ready, putting on all his required fbi attire while he walked into the kitchen with his head down fixing his sleeve. he goes to ask you something but stops in his tracks just admiring the view of his new wife. he really didn’t want to go into work today and deal with all the bullshit about wilson fisk, just wanted to stay at home with someone he knows cares deeply about him. but he suffices, walking towards you until you startle in his grasp. you giggle to him, “g’morning dexy!”, pressing yourself backwards into him, feeling his hands slide down your body. he tells you good morning too but his moments are a bit stiff, still a little nervous about earning the title of a husband. but he’s swaying faintly with you with his head resting on your back.
but dex starts to get hard.. the calming smell you still have from waking up freshly from your shared bed, the warmness he feels from hugging at your waist and the whole idea of his girl making breakfast for him. he mumbles out a “fuck..” as he raises your shirt above your hips, and you unconsciously press your ass into his lap, letting him get a better angle as he works his way down til your panties are on the kitchen mat.
next thing you know you're bent over the counter, hard surface pressing at your stomach as dex thrust into you. ass smacking against his pelvis harshly,“that’s it pretty.. taking your husband so good.” dex lowly grumbles behind you. and you are all blissed out, rocking back on his cock while you moan out to him, “mph makin me feel so good dex..!” one of your hands grip the counter while the other is held to your back by dexs hand. he’s hips stutter into you as if he was in a rush, pushing into your guts so deeply. nd you squeeze his hand in response. you can hear him panting behind you, focused on the way your cunt swallows his dick completely. the plap-plap-plaps that echo around the kitchen just add to your the pool of arousal in between your legs and he can tell, it would make him harder if he wasn't on the verge of cumming.
nd he just feels so good inside you, feeling him pulse with need inside your pussy. hitting your g-spot so sweetly you can only cry, and suddenly you don't want him to pull out. you want to feel him cum inside you from how good he feels,“inside please, w-want it inside dex..” you plead.
if he wasn’t already going out of his mind, you just about pushed him over the edge with that. dexs heart skipping a beat as he registers what you said, his dick reaching as deep as he can now. “yeah pretty girl you already wanna make me a dad? want me to fill you up- fuck..” hes groaning when hes sees you nod hastily.
pressing your ass on him and yelping when one of his fingers sliver down to your clit, rubbing circles on your needy bud. “a-ah!”, you almost fall on him but dex keeps you up, ramming into your pussy. shooting loads of his cum in your tummy, crowding you at the countertop. you feel so dizzy now, legs shaking as dex still holds you up, hes kisses at your neck softly but still catching his breaths. your rocking back into him in a bit of a daze, his biceps wrapped around your waist, feeling cum trickle down your thighs.
you barely remember that you were in the middle of cooking because dex set you down on the chair, putting your panties back on, both your cum and his pooling in the fabric. It makes you shift in your seat uncomfortably. but dex told you to keep it there until he got back from work, finishing making breakfast for the two of you with his hair all disheveled and wet spots on his work pants.
Warnings: slight toxic relationship, blood, cussing, reader isn’t well mentally, dex is a toxic little shit, guns, might be slight grammar mistakes
You weren’t crazy.
That’s what your only friend would tell you. She would sit you down, go into full blown therapist mode and tell you that you weren’t wrong. That he deserved having a whole plate set thrown at his head.
And you believed her. You forced yourself to believe her. It was better than admitting that she was wrong. That you were crazy. Batshit crazy.
Like bat out of hell crazy.
But only one person brought that side of you out. The one person who could handle your craziness while simultaneously bringing it out of you. The one person who you hated so deeply while loving the hell out of him.
And that one person had just escaped from prison.
You watched the screen at your job, the news displayed the prison. Guards, news reporters, cameras. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the damned screen if you tried.
You just knew he was behind it. Disguising himself as a prison guard? You knew. What you didn’t know was where he was headed. You basically forced yourself to not care. His whereabouts weren’t any of your business. You caring about him went out the window the second you threw an entire plate set at his head.
“That’s so scary.” One woman to the right of you muttered, eyes wide with horror. The mention of him killing a guard had her uneasy.
“I know,” the other woman beside her responded. “Who knows where he’s headed? You think he’s coming here?”
The woman gasped and turned to her friend, ignoring you who was trying not to listen to their conversation, but you just couldn’t help yourself. Their fear made it amusing to you. He wasn’t that scary. Not to you.
“That’s not even funny!” The woman hissed at her friend. Unsettled by the mysterious man. “You can’t just say shit like that.”
The friend laughed. “Relax. There’s no chance he’d come here.”
“You don’t know that.” She murmured, now scared. You watched as she slid out of her chair. “Actually, I’m going home. I’m freaked the fuck out.”
You watched with a tiny smile as the two of them left the bar. Yeah, to them it was terrifying that an escaped convict was out and about. But to you? Someone who could handle him? That was nothing.
You actually hoped he wouldn’t come back here. Not while you’re still sensitive. It had been a while since the argument and him going to prison, but the mere sight of him would still light a fire under your ass.
Which is worst case scenario because you would hurl something else at his head and hope he didn’t dodge in time. A sick part of you wanted him to come, bump into you so you could torture him with your bare hands.
Make it hurt. Make him suffer for all the shit he put you through. Oh how you dreamed of making him suffer until he begged you to help him or let him die.
But that was only a dream because you couldn’t do it in real life. He meant too much to you. You could hurt him, but then you’d help him because that hung smile of his would melt you all over again.
After your shift at the bar, you were finally free. Your thoughts of your toxic ex boyfriend ceased just a little. That gave you a little power in you to finish your shift. If you spent the rest of your shift thinking about him and how’d you hurt him, you’d lose your mind….again.
It was a little past midnight when you started walking home. You had a car, but you didn’t take it to work with you for a while. Not after you had a hallucination of your ex boyfriend walking down the sidewalk and drove your car into who you thought was him.
It wasn’t. Luckily for you, you got out of legal troubles. And unluckily, you got yourself in a therapist’s office. Feeding her useless shit because the second you’d spill about something real, you’d end up in a mental institution.
And you’d rather not.
You were fine. Only if you didn’t see him ever again.
You shoved your hands deep into the pockets of your jacket when you walked fast on the sidewalk. It wasn’t cold, not even close to it. But you needed something to keep your hands occupied. Because you were thinking about him, and that wasn’t good.
How it got this bad you ask?
It wasn’t rough and rocky. To you, it started off high school and cheesy. You didn’t hate it, but you didn’t love it.
You had just got released from a mental hospital. Good behavior. They felt that you were doing good enough and let you go. But you weren’t ready, you just put on an act. But you were desperate to get out of that place.
Dex ran into you one morning, you apologized and walked around him. And for some reason he found you interesting. So he stalked you. The first woman he stalked didn’t end well, but you? You were different. He liked that.
He stalked you for months. He knew where you lived. Where you worked. The position you worked. Your work schedule. Who your only friend was. Where your parents lived and how they financially supported you. Dex even knew that you kept a gun in your nightstand dresser.
He knew of your mental status. He knew that you put on an act for others, knowing you were one thing going wrong from snapping. And he knew the second you did, your ass was getting put right back in that mental hospital.
He liked that. He liked that you put on a performance. People described you as kind, helpful, caring. He smiled because he knew it was bullshit.
He wondered how much it would take you to snap. To finally embrace that side of you that you’ve been suppressing for the sake of your sanity.
So that’s when he finally introduced himself to you. You smiled and told him your name, gave him your have to shake. Told him the same script you told everyone. “Oh I just graduated college.” “I work at this bar as a bartender. Good tips on some days.” “I want to be a businesswoman.”
Lies. All lies.
And the both of you knew that.
Time went by fast and before you knew it, you were dating. He did everything a good boyfriend would do. Bring you flowers. Hold your hand. Kiss you goodnight and good morning. Make you come multiple times with everything of his.
Then the shift started.
Dex noticed you’ve been slipping with your act. Getting sloppy. He noticed the small scratches on your wrists, ankles, and arms. He never questioned, he pretended he didn’t even seen them. Because that’s what he wanted. He wanted you to fall apart.
He noticed your questions. “Where are you going this late at night?” “Who’s Julie?” “Are you seeing someone else?” “Please don’t make me feel crazy.”
He’d deny and deny. But he kept doing sneaky shit. Laughing in his head like it was the funniest thing ever. Because to him? It kind of was. But it also wasn’t.
Because some sick part of Dex wanted you to lose yourself so he could swoop in and be the hero. Knowing more than well he was the villain in your story.
He’d even started moving your things around. Your hairbrush? On the kitchen counter. Your tv remote? In the bathroom. The little things to make you feel like you were going insane.
Then you caught on. He touched your gun you kept in the dresser. You didn’t know he knew about it. And you’d never move it because you were too fucking scared to touch it. Especially in your mental state.
So when it mysteriously moved from your nightstand dresser and on the sofa, you knew he had something to do with it. But you didn’t snap, not yet. You wanted to be sure before you did.
You questioned him. He denied everything with that hung smile of his. It enraged you. How could he lie to your face like that? How could he make you feel like you were insane after you begged him not to? Every emotion was piling on your chest like a brick wall.
So you did the only thing you knew how to do. You snapped.
You marched yourself into the kitchen, grabbing any sharp you could and threw all of it at him. And of course Dex being Dex, dodged them.
Knifes and forks littered the ground when you were done. Your screaming and his voice trying to reason with you were heard throughout your apartment, most definitely waking your neighbors. But you didn’t care about that. What you cared about was killing your boyfriend.
“Listen to me,” he held his hands up, his voice softening but just barely.
“Don’t fucking talk to me like that! You’re a liar!” You were crying. But they weren’t sad tears. Those weren’t even in the picture. Your tears were burning with rage. Your body along with it.
Dex looked down at the knife you were holding and slowly so did you. You didn’t even realize you were holding the knife wrong. The blade dug deeply into your skin. Your blood was oozing out, the dark and thick liquid stained your kitchen counter and floor.
But you didn’t care, pain wasn’t even registered. You flipped the knife and jerked the blade towards him. He stepped back, understanding that you weren’t in the right headspace to try and talk to. His plan had failed and now you saw him as a liar and now wanted him dead.
Every instinct in him was telling him to leave, let you figure it out on your own. But in a dark and twisted way, Dex had fallen in love with you.
He couldn’t just leave you like that. He didn’t think he would survive if he left you like that.
“Put the knife down.” He stepped closer once again, testing his limits. You didn’t jerk it at him this time. But the knife stayed pointed at him.
“Fuck you.” You spat.
He tried not smile at that. For some reason, you cussing him out was amusing. Especially after that good girl crap you tried to fool everyone with. “Just put it down. We can talk.”
“You made me feel like I was crazy. I’m not crazy.”
“I know you aren’t, baby. I know.” He took another step, this time the tip of the knife dug into his chest. No one moved. No matter how much you wanted to shove it into him, to hear his flesh tear as you did. You didn’t.
“Then what was the point?! Why the fuck play with my feelings like this?! Some sick game?!” Your eyes were beady, moving a hundred times faster than usual. Suddenly every little thing was moving.
He shook his head, fast. “No..baby just put the knife down. You’re bleeding and I want to help you. Please let me help you.”
The blood was everywhere now. On the knife, countertop, floor, your clothes, both you and Dex’s shoes. You felt your grip on the knife loosen on the knife at the sight of all the blood.
Then as quickly as possible, Dex took the knife from your trembling hands. That caught you so off guard that you stumbled back into the countertop.
He held up the knife in one hand before placing it on the kitchen island. “Please let me fix you up. You’re loosing blood by the second.”
You raised a bloody hand up to him. “Don’t come any fucking closer! I don’t want you anywhere near me!”
Now Dex was starting to get irritated. Yeah he fucked up. But you were actively bleeding out and you didn’t want him to help you. The last thing he wanted to do was watch you die in your apartment.
“You—“
He barely registered you reaching for the plate set. So you tossing the entire thing at his head barely registered in his head. And at the last second he dodged it. The ceramic plates all shattering as soon as they hit the floor.
He looked up, catching sight of your body heading into your bedroom. He ran after you, calling out your name only to be met with a door to the face. He juggled the doorknob, your bloody handprints staining the white door made a bile rise in his throat.
Not because of the blood. But because it was your blood.
“Open the fucking door!” He juggled the doorknob harder. He wanted to let you open the door by yourself before he kicked the damn door down and forced you to accept his help.
You were silent as you hurriedly grabbed the gun from inside your nightstand dresser and clicked the safety off. The sound alone holding more weight than it needed to be.
You wanted him dead. But you also didn’t. You loved Dex. So much that it consumed you. You didn’t want to hurt him, but he hurt you. He made you think you were crazy. You were on the verge of losing your mind. So it had to be done.
Dex on the other side of the door heard the click and thought the worst. He assumed you grabbed the gun and was now pointing it at the side of your head. Ready to blow your brains out.
“Sweetheart,” He placed both hands on the door. “Open the door. Please let me talk to you, don’t do anything rash.”
You pointed the gun at the door. You knew he’d break the door down to get to you. You knew your time was limited with all the blood dripping from your hand. And his was about to be as well the second he came through that door.
After about a minute of silence from you, Dex pushed away from the door and rammed his foot against it. It took three strong kicks before the door flew off the hinges.
He looked around before his eyes locked on yours. But he didn’t have time to react when you pulled the trigger.
The bullet hit him in the stomach. To the right of his belly button. He looked down at the bullet hole then back at you.
The gun you were holding had dropped onto the ground, along with your body. You had gotten dizzy and too weak to stand. He watched your body go down as he slumped against the doorframe.
You didn’t know what happened after that. You woke up in a hospital with a doctor telling you that you’ve been in a coma for three whole days. That your neighbor found you in front of their apartment, in a puddle of your own blood. That they called the ambulance and you ended up at the hospital.
Then a few weeks after you were released, you found out that your boyfriend was off to prison. You tried to be happy that he was locked up in a facility. That you didn’t have to see him after what he did.
But you hated that he wasn’t with you. You hated that he wasn’t with you at the hospital. You hated everything he wasn’t there for. You hated that after what he did, you still loved him.
When you finally reached your apartment, you unlocked the door and threw your purse on the sofa. You froze when the sofa wheezed.
And just when you were about to walk back out of your apartment, you saw a figure in the dark sit and stand up. Your hand tightened around the doorknob, reading to beeline out and call for help when—
“Don’t act so scared now, sweetheart.” That voice. That soft and rough voice that you loved and hated at the same time. You started to feel your head spin. You couldn’t believe it.
“Did you miss me?”
Dex.
Idk what the heck this is. i just got this idea all from a tiktok I saw…but anywayssss
— just fluff. only a little suggestive maybe. I'm going bonkers over this bald guy to the point katsuki stay asking me if i don't live anywhere.
You're reading on the couch when Aang approaches you, a towel around his neck, razor and shaving oil in hand. He gives you a hopeful smile and an expectant look.
"Sure, prickles."
Aang grins and waits for you to sit up before he places the items on the cushion next to you. Then, he uses his finger to relight the extra half-burnt candle on the side table, frowning when he realizes that means you'd only been reading with one tiny candle as your light source.
"I keep telling you not to do that." He sits on the ground, back to you, and when you scoot closer to begin, he grabs your ankle and hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee.
"You mean like how I keep telling you to put your dirty clothes in the basket and not next to it?" You secure the small towel around his nape before opening the bottle of shaving oil.
"Uhh."
"That's what I thought; mind your business." You apply a generous amount of the oil to his head before massaging it in; it's an oil you made yourself from jojoba, bergamot, lavender, and chamomile. You created two blends: one for him to relax and one for him to focus, using jojoba, rosemary, peppermint, and lemon.
"Yes, ma'am." He chuckles, soaking up the scent and the feel of your fingers massaging his scalp.
"I'm surprised you let it grow out this much," you say, beginning the first pass with the razor on his head. "It's usually gone at the first sight of brown."
"I know, but you were gone longer than usual, and you know I like when you do it." His thumb dips into the groove near your ankle, head tipping back when you tip his chin up.
"No," you respond, drawing out the final letter. "You just don't like doing it on your own because the hair gets all over you and makes you itchy."
"Isn't that what I said?"
You don't respond, opting to wipe the blades clean before continuing the repetitive motions until his head is clean-shaven. "Let me see your face."
When he turns, his soft gaze sweeps across your face as you inspect him with both your eyes and hands. Before grabbing another razor for his face, you reach for the oil again, coating your fingers and applying it to his chin and upper lip. "I was thinking about keeping the beard, but I can't imagine it being comfortable for you."
"Hm?" You question and when his eyes lid, it clicks.
"Oh, how sweet of you." You drawl and his hands fall to rest on your thighs as you finish your task.
"See? I can be considerate."
You snort a laugh and somehow his eyes soften further, expression open and clearly swooning to the point it makes you flustered.
"Close your eyes." You murmur, averting your gaze as your cheeks begin to warm.
"Why, gonna shave my eyebrows too?" He teases, lips quirking up into a pleased grin.
"I might if you don't quit looking at me like that."
His head tilts as he feigns confusion. "Like what?"
He's looking at you like you're birthing stars rather than just shaving his head and he has the nerve to ask 'like what?'
"Okay, we're done." You lift your hand up to push him away but he's quick to snatch it, encasing it in his palm before pressing kisses from your wrist up to the crook of your elbow.
"Thank you, beloved."
Your heart squeezes at the term of endearment before you lean forward. And, he's eager to meet you in the middle, balm coated lips molding against yours in a soft kiss that has your toes curling in your socks. "You're welcome."
He steps away for a moment before returning with a damp cloth to remove as much residue as possible from your hands. As soon as they're clean enough, you're wrapping them around his shoulders as he wraps his around your middle, pulling you closer and into yet another kiss. "Take a shower with me?" He mumbles against your lips.
"You're gonna be late for your meeting," You warn, but refuse to leave his embrace as he squeezes your hips.
"Y'know, I think I'm coming down with something." When you bite into his bottom lip, he whimpers. "Ow, okay, tonight then." He pecks your lips once, twice, and three times before reluctantly leaving your embrace.
Your gaze follows him to the bathroom, where he slowly strips his shirt over his head, back muscles flexing. He's being extra tempting on purpose, but you won't give in, even though you feel like you're exuding the lust they talk about in the great book. His pants come next, and you're about to give in, take another step, when he suddenly ruins everything.
"AANG, what did I JUST say about putting the clothes in the basket?"
