Azula my internalized homophobia queen. Maybe she knew you since childhood and maybe you just smile at her so sweetly she can't help but feel it thrumming on her heart strings. How soft you are compared to her yet you still have this stubborn quality to you. It wouldn't be fun if you didn't you'll just be like the rest of the sheep she herds. Anyway you need to burn in hell for making her feel any sort of "weak" emotion never mind a taboo one.
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azula's problem is that she's too intelligent. she knows that she's the less advantageous sibling, strategically speaking; that she's the younger one, the female one, and now—apparently—a deviant one, too. had her father not ostracized zuko out of a grudge towards his sibling, she would have been the one on the chopping block. she knows this just as well as she knows that she did luck out, in the end, so she's determined not to waste that hard-kept good luck.
that's where you come in. you aren't her lover, because you can't be, and you are hardly a woman—hardly a human, as far as she is concerned. for her purposes, you have to be something else: a favored pet, perhaps, or a useful servant. a chair to rest her feet on, a toy to busy her hands with. a performance of cruelty has always come naturally to her, and yet with you the extent of it is great enough to turn every interaction into a farce—a jolting, sharp-edged comedy. there is no tenderness. a craving is cut open, examined, then satiated, brutally and pitilessly. you don't have to wonder whether she loves you—she makes it clear that she does not.
...but, of course, the sentiment seeps out. controlled though azula may be, she can't change her essence, nor can she light a fire strong enough to purify it. your existence is the seed of her failure; your presence fosters her dependence. having tasted what loving is like, she can't not love anymore. she can't pretend not to fear your absence, for all the relief it is supposed to bring.
azula's most prized entertainment in her relationship with ty lee, mai, and their shared darling would come from asking said darling who their favorite is. it's the ultimate fun: you can't say anyone but her, since that would be treachery; you can't say her, since that would be used as a justification for torment from the other two; and you can't not say anything, since ty lee and mai are too intelligent not to pick up on azula's intentions, aiding her in pushing you into saying something—anything, so that they can twist your words up into something you'll have to apologize for. the game doesn't ever get old, since there's always a new response to pull out of you and a new punishment to give you for it. privately, though, azula is most fond of you picking her. it's a terrible answer, strategically speaking, and it brings you nothing but more trouble, but she likes it anyway. it tells her that, even if you don't truly love her the most, you know better than not to choose her.
Weird codependent obsessive toxic situationship poly with Azula, Mai, and Ty Lee would go so hard
cw. yandere. sexual content implied. all characters are of age.
this exemplifies my favorite thing about the fire trio: all of them are horrible people. it's not azula and her helpless victims; it's azula and her equally mean girlfriends. the biggest mistake their darling can—and is likely to—make is in assuming that there's a nice one.
azula is hard to read, harder to please, but she's also the one obvious superior among them, so it's easy to convince yourself that clinging to her side will save you from ty lee's grabby hands and mai's cutting words. and it does, for a little while—she's got a sensitive spot for being the preferred one, and the additional attention, however pathetic and sycophantic in nature, caresses it just right. sooner or later, though, ty lee's weepy eyes and mai's tightly pressed lips get to her, and so, benevolently, she offers you up in a gesture of goodwill. they know their place is below her, and she knows now that you know who the top one among them is, so there's no harm in letting her girls get a nip in at you, is there? if anything, after they are through with you, you'll be all the more eager to crawl back into her arms—learning what true pain feels like is key to fully appreciating true pleasure, right?
ty lee, on the other hand, is so reassuringly sweet that you need no convincing to lap that sweetness up: once you've tasted the bitterness of the other two, anyone that's not actively tearing into you passes for a savior. besides, it's not as though becoming hers requires anything of you—you just have to lie back and be good, soft and pliant under her palms; you just have to let her do what she does best, then stare up in adoration at her while she does it. it's easy enough, initially. with time, however, sating her appetite for attention becomes more and more tedious, a job you struggle to keep up with, and the only reward you get for doing it well is more of her—more and more, until the sweetness turns into sickness and the thought of spending any more time with her makes your stomach turn. the cost grows; the reward does not. in the end, you're stuck playing a devoted lover to somebody who won't step in to take you for herself.
and mai is... well. mai. so expressionless, so void of any emotion that you can't help feeling consoled: tempers run high with the ceaselessly conniving azula and the overwhelmingly emotional ty lee, so to have somebody as placid as her by your side appears quite a gift—you don't have to tread carefully with mai. with mai, you, too, can become placid. she is aware of this, you think, bottomless eyes catching on to the most minute of shifts inside you, but she doesn't seem to mind it too much. she lets you drift freely behind her, a shadow behind the shadow, and when she reaches out for you, it's in a measured pace, a deliberately slow caress of an anxious pet. the crash—hot and wet, pent-up feelings forced into you until there's nothing left to do but spill out—is inevitable, yet it shocks you all the same, leaves you battered and bruised, in dire need of a place to lick your wounds up.
what you find instead are ticking bombs and longspring traps, a terrible slap followed up by a skin-crawling caress and a shiver-inducing salve. as always, you are back to the start.
Azula x Fem!reader
Tags: lots of fluff, slice of life(ish), adult!azula, avatar: tloa, potential smut (i will read the room), goofy af
Warnings: none :D
Azula is bored. Sure, she's still the princess of the Fire Nation, but her duties to the throne haven't really changed since the end of the war. To keep his big sister from destroying any more training dummies, he decides to grant her an emotional support lady's maid... aka you.
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"That's it! I have had enough of your attitude towards myself and this family! You are nothing but a pesky vermin meant to plague this household. You are FIRED!"
The door slams in your face as soon as your few belongings are tossed onto the street. You're left speechless on the steps of the Kuzu residence as you gather your things into a traveling pack. Madame Kuzu--the wonderful woman who just screamed in your face--was never that great of an employer anyway.
You were a housemaid in the home for about 4 years. You lived there, took care of her kids, cleaned, cooked, and did pretty much everything that the family didn't want to do themselves.
Fine, you thought to yourself as you marched down the street, her kids were little brats anyway.
You were completely lost in thought as you walked, not even thinking about where you were going next. It's not like you had a place to stay, really. Regardless, you were pretty caught off guard when you ran face first into the shoulder of somebody putting up posters on the side of a building.
"Sorry! I'm so sorry. I wasn't really watching where I was going," you say to the man you bumped into. He's a royal guard, and he seems to have a stack of flyers in the satchel on his hip. He grunts and continues his work.
You have a glance at what he's pasting to the wall, and it reads: "maids wanted. Arrive at the royal piers, 7AM tomorrow morning."
How convenient.
You glance into your pouch to see just how much money you had, and it seemed to be enough for dinner and a hotel room for the night. In the morning, you'd be rushing to the royal piers.
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The next morning, you got up fairly early in order to prepare.
This call was obviously from within the palace, so you had to look nice in order to impress. You styled your hair just the way you liked it, freshened up your face, and added your favorite jewelry.
Looking into your outfits, you settled on a modest black robe. After slipping on your shoes, you make your way to the piers.
It's incredibly foggy this morning, much to your dismay. You attempt to light a flame at your fingertips to clear up your sight, but the intense moisture in the air dampens your already weak flame. Groaning, you try to make it to the piers by memory.
It works out in your favor, and when you arrive... you realize you are severely overdone. The girls around you are dressed in a modest and frugal fashion. You can only assume it's on purpose, though, as many of them still have flawless skin and primped hair. Others even wear subtle makeup.
A guard signals everyone down a small, slightly hidden path that leads to the palace walls. Your heart begins to beat quickly, as you've never really been inside the palace before. Sure, you toured the front gardens once Ozai fell from power and a peaceful nation was restored, but this seemed a lot more different.
Entering the palace felt exactly how you imagined it. Your shoes click softly on the marble floors, and large braziers burn with warm flames. You're led through many back hallways. Twists, turns, and doorways alike. Then, all of a sudden, you're in the throne room.
Much like the other girls, you bow deeply to the two siblings that sit at the front of the room. Fire Lord Zuko at the large throne, and Princess Azula to his right.
Something about her catches your eye in particular as you straighten from your bow. She lounges on her throne, scouring the crowd of girls that has arrived in the hall. When her eyes lock with yours, you could swear her smirk broadens a little more.
"Azula," the Firelord says, "I've decided to give you a lady's maid. You seem to be a little... bored around the palace, and I thought this would be a good fix. Have a look at them and decide."
Azula huffs softly and rises from her throne with a powerful elegance. She commands the room in a way the Firelord doesn't. As she approaches the group of girls, you all bow once more.
She prowls through the group, her eyes settling on each and every one of you. You do notice, however, how her gaze often flicks back to you.
Eventually, she stops in front of you. She gives you a long glance from the top of your head to the bottom of your skirts. Azula circles you, inspecting every aspect of your form before finally stopping just a little too close to your face. With the voice of a serpent, she speaks.
"This one will do. Come, servant. I shall acquaint you with how I do things here at the palace."
She grabs you by the wrist and drags you out of the room. As you walk down the hall, she tugs a bit too hard.
"Ow! Hey, that-!" you cut yourself off as soon as you remember who you're talking to. Before you can apologize, she snickers.
"So she speaks. Wonderful. I was beginning to think I picked a spineless bag of cabbages for a companion."
She takes you directly to her chambers. It's a series of three rooms: a sitting room, a bedroom, and a bathroom. It's more than enough for one person to be comfortable, and you have a hard time keeping your jaw in place. Azula can tell.
"Well?" she purrs, "what do you think? I've had it decorated like this for ages, you see. I needed a change of scenery, so I acquired a portrait of myself."
On the far wall opposite the main door, there's a large portrait of Azula. It's a bit egotistical.
"Unfortunately, it wasn't enough. My old friends no longer visit the palace, so I asked for a lady's maid," she crows as she walks to a chaise lounge. Flopping down on it, she gives you another once-over.
"Are you going to stare at me or are you going to have a seat?"
You blink a few times before having a seat across from her.
"Sorry, your highness," you mumble with a slight bow of your head. You're a bit unsure of what to think. She seems... sociable? In a way? But also a little venomous. It's hard to get a read on the princess.
She rolls her eyes, "if we're going to be friends, you needn't call me that. Azula will work just fine."
Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, "friend? I thought I was a lady's maid."
"Haven't you ever read a fairy tale? The lady's maid is always the princess's most trusted companion. Now, tell me about yourself. Do you have any hobbies? You seem like the type of girl to have a hobby."
You pause for a moment to process what's going on, then you nod.
"I used to dance. I was pretty talented, too. I had to stop once I moved out of my parent's house, though."
"Hm. Yes, I can see it. Your body is lean and agile like that of a starving wildcat who must hunt meticulously for its meal."
You freeze, "thank you?"
She smiles proudly and leans back, "you're very welcome. I have been told I am like no other in the art of complimentary language. Perhaps I should give you some pointers.
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After a long day of making small talk with Azula, the moon has risen over the palace. You glance out the window, then back to her as she passionately recounts one of the many adventures she's been on in her life.
Azula was... interesting. She didn't hate you, not really, but it was hard to tell if she liked you, either. Everything she said was always slightly backhanded and usually followed by her praising herself. Yet, it always seemed like she wanted to get to know you, or tell you about herself. Considering she was the only person you knew in the palace, you'd have to get used to it.
"...and then my idiot brother went and got himself electrocuted saving a waterbender. I had thought he'd gone soft but.. he was in the right. Those people he befriended treated me better than most others in my life. I hear they are doing well."
Azula looks at you, noticing how lost in thought you are.
"Hello? Did you hear a single word I said?" You snap out of your daze and cast a sorry look in her direction.
"Sorry, Azula. I just noticed how late it was... plus the fact that I don't have my things. I left them in the throne room."
Azula glances out the window herself, "ah. Yes. I forget some people have reasonable hours of rest. Your room is located directly next to mine. I believe the servants have taken care of your things."
Azula stands up and grabs you by the wrist once more, taking you out the door and into your room. It's nicer than anything you've ever had, and you can't really believe it's yours.
"Wow. Thank you. I might not ever get used to this..." You say incredulously.
"You will. I will make sure of it. Now, I believe most friends cordially depart with an embrace, yes?"
You turn to look at her, and she's already awkwardly crowding your space and giving you a hug. You can't help but notice how her hands loop around your waist and her fingers splay softly.
She lets you go, "goodnight. I hope you sleep enough," and exits your room.
content: 18+ nsfw, smut, threesome, mean dom!toph & azula, sub!reader, fingering, cunnilingus, strap usage, degradation, edging, rough hair pulling, gagging, nipple play, improper use of fire bending.
summary: toph goes to pay the fire palace her yearly visit, but this time with you - her lovely girlfriend - looped around her arm. when she goes to greet fire lord azula, the latter’s interest is piqued by the pretty thing toph brought. after all, who comes visit the fire lord without a gift?
a/n: and finally, here’s the very requested pride special !! enjoy going through hell :D // masterlist // wc: 4.8k
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“i’m not so sure about this, tophie..” you cling tighter to your girlfriend’s arm, both of you walking towards the fire palace’s gates. “isn’t fire lord azula.. y’know.. a little crazy?” you whisper the last bit to avoid a public execution in case anyone overheard you.
toph only laughs, hands in her pockets as she keeps walking, “don’t worry, sweetness. she is insane, but she’s still my friend. so you’ll be fine. come on, i visit her every year, what’s the big deal?”
you sigh, still concerned but you know your protests will fall on deaf ears. “i really, really don’t get how you’re friends with her. but i mean, won’t she mind my presence? she doesn’t know me.”
“mind your presence?” a smirk tugs at her lips, which makes you cock an eyebrow. you don’t know what thought just crossed her head, but she shakes it off with a chuckle. “oh trust me, she won’t mind at all. zula loves pretty things.”
you huff, lightly elbowing her. “i’m not a thing.”
she smiles at that, not bothering to answer you as you close in on the guards. toph pulls out her badge and they stand aside, bowing to you two as you go in.
toph’s a familiar face, but you aren’t. so all sorts of stares are being casted your way the further you walk in, and you can only hold on to your girlfriend tighter to calm your nerves.
toph, though, seems completely unbothered by your growing discomfort. if anything, she seems to relish it. “you trying to tear my arm off, baby?”
you swallow, marching through the hallways to the throne room. “i don’t have a good feeling about this..”
“now you’re just being annoying.” she sighs, metalbending the huge royal doors open with a swipe of her hand, without even a single knock, and you want to scream at the insolence.
she drags you with her, barging in like the fire lord herself wasn’t in that very room. “just relax. zula loves me.”
“do i?” the low voice cuts through the vast room, firm and crisp.
your gaze slowly travels up the high stairs to her huge throne, and your breath slightly hitches, making you squeeze toph’s arm even tighter in fear.
this was the first time you ever saw fire lord azula in person.
the portraits didn’t do her justice — even with how threatening she requested them to be, conveying the raw terror she enjoyed inspiring in people, they paled in comparison to the glare drilling holes into you right now.
her legs were crossed, elbows on the armrests as her head rested on her palm in a show of boredom, the upper half of her dark hair brushed back into the royal golden headpiece while the rest cascaded down her shoulders..
as beautiful as you’d admit she was, she looked anything but pleased.
see, you knew this was a bad idea. maybe you should leave now.
but instead, toph’s loud cackling fills the room and your head whips up to her in bewilderment. she walks even closer, ignoring your feeble attempts at holding her back, “you know you love me, zula.”
in only this past minute, you could count over six fire nation laws that toph just broke, and you didn’t know which one would send you to an early boiling death any second now.
two guards by her side lift their weapons, and azula doesn’t rip her stare off you as you’re forcefully pulled closer by toph to stand in front of the first steps, and you try not to squirm under her sheer intensity.
she doesn’t even blink, assessing you with her gaze alone. you feel heat creeping up your cheeks at the prolonged silence and you finally break eye contact, lowering your head in respect.
“that’s what i thought.” she lifts her hand up to her guards, “leave us.”
“yes, your majesty.”
and with that, their steady footsteps find their way outside, and you’re left in a suffocating silence, too scared to look up.
then you hear her scoff, entwining her fingers. “only you would make such a disrespectful entrance, beifong.”
toph croons, “you know me so well, zula.”
“maybe one day i should serve you as meat stew to my army,” she muses, and you can hear the grin in her voice. “you and the cute pup you brought with you today.”
at that, you finally look up, puzzled. azula’s eyes are still on you, her smirk plainly taunting, and when toph looks down at you, the uncanny resemblance in their smug grins sends a shiver up your spine.
toph chuckles, ruffling your hair. “aw, hear that? seems like you’re my pup now.”
you don’t know whether to stare at her in annoyance or pure shock.
was this seriously happening right now?
in the fire lord’s throne room?
maybe this was just a dream.
yup, must be an afternoon nap.
azula finally — after what seemed like an eternity — looks away from you to stare at toph instead, swapping her crossed legs to rest her right one on top of her left now. “where’s my gift, beifong?”
toph snorts, raising an eyebrow, “a gift? since when do you hold me to your laws, zula?”
“just because you’re not foe,” she gives her long nails a check, curling her fingers over her sleeve. “doesn’t mean you can simply show up empty-handed in front of your fire lord.”
“mhm.. well, that’s too bad.” toph holds out her hands and sighs dramatically. “i’ve brought nothing with me, your majesty.”
“but you have, beifong.” azula looks up from her hand, her gaze back on you this time. her forming smile makes you freeze into place, “a rather pretty gift, at that. and you know i don’t give empty praise.”
toph doesn’t need to see to feel the growing tension or know what she’s talking about, and at first she frowns, but then she hums.
“toph,” you hiss quietly, clinging to her arm tighter without breaking eye contact with azula. “what the hell?”
toph pulls her arm out of your grasp to wrap it around your shoulders and hold you tight against her side. “you want my girlfriend? that’s a bold request, even for you.”
azula sneers, looking down at you with a mockingly fond stare. “i won’t take her from you. well, not that i couldn’t, but i’m feeling merciful tonight. i just want to borrow her for a night. you can join, too. just like old times.”
borrow you? old times? what the fuck was going on?
you look up at your girlfriend, and the last thing you expected to see was a flustered blush tinting her cheeks.
“toph??” you’re torn between confusion and anger. “what the hell is this about? what old times?”
“oh please.” azula rolls her eyes, “beifong never told you we used to be an item? you think she visited me yearly for some cookies and tea?”
toph glares at her, “azula.”
woah, woah, woah.
you glare up at toph now, “what the fuck? you dated the fire lord??”
“no i didn’t.” she snaps, her face increasing in redness.
“yeah she didn’t,” azula smiles sweetly. “we just fucked. you know, as good friends. so don’t worry.”
as mad as you were, you couldn’t help where your mind wanderered, filthy images of them naked plaguing your imagination. who even topped? you could see them both do so interchangeably, and the thought only makes you flush almost as beet red as toph.
you forget how perceptive your blind girlfriend is, and you remember it when she abruptly looks down at you, having picked up on the hitch of your breath and the growing warmth of your body.
she tilts her head, puzzled and almost disgusted. “seriously? you’re horny?”
“what— no!” you quickly stammer, your voice unusually squeaky, and you watch her gaze darken in real time.
azula, on the other hand, is more than amused. she gets up, the clicking of her heels resounding through the room as she descends the stairs, arms behind her back, and you can do nothing but look at her, mouth agape.
the closer she got, the prettier she seemed to get.
sharp eyes, smooth dark hair similar to your girlfriend’s, subtle smirk, confident gait — everything about her screamed royalty, and your knees fought not to sink to the floor in submission already.
no wonder she ruled so well.
you gasp when she stops in front of you, reaching for your chin to swipe her thumb across your bottom lip. “i’ll be in my chambers tonight. upper floor, second door to your right. i’ll wait for your answer. well, you’d be pretty dumb to turn down a direct offer from the fire lord, pup.”
she doesn’t even wait for your reply nor does she seem interested in it, letting go of you and walking out of the throne room.
you blink incredulously as you watch her retreating figure, and when she’s out of sight, you let out a huge exhale you didn’t know you were holding.
but then you’re quickly yelping again when toph’s firm hand finds your hair, roughly pulling your head up to look at her.
“whore.” she spits, sightless eyes glaring daggers into you, “you’re actually considering it.”
you wince, whimpering and clutching your scalp. “n-no, i’m not! let go of me!”
she pulls harder, “you’re already a whore in my eyes, you’re gonna add liar to the list?”
“y—you can’t be calling me a whore. you literally slept with her.”
“and?” she asks, like you’d just stated the weather.
you huff defensively, trying to push her hand off you, “so you can’t be mad at me for thinking it.”
“mad?” she furrows her eyebrows before laughing loudly. “ohh. no no, you’re misunderstanding this, baby. i’m not mad at all. i’m quite happy, in fact.”
you frown, confused. “but you just— owww!!”
“sooo happy,” she drags you by the hair, ignoring your pained yelps as she leaves for azula’s chambers, a delighted smile on her lips. “you have no idea how happy i am.”
“t—toph, it hurts!” tears prick at your eyes, your scalp on fire.
“if you think this hurts,” she feels up the walls with her free hand while she walks, “you don’t know what sleeping with the fire lord is like.”
… what the hell did you just get yourself into?
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toph barges into the chambers, dropping you right in front of where the fire lord was seated on the edge of the bed.
“beifong,” azula chuckles, looking down at your completely disheveled self on the floor, “i know you’re blind, but you’re ridiculously bad with gift packaging. what a mess.”
toph is already sliding her top off, grabbing azula by the collar of her fancy red robes, “ever the complainer.”
their lips smush together in a heated kiss, the wet pop!s of their entwined tongues reaching your ringing ears as you’re left a panting mess on the ground.
azula bites down on toph’s tongue, making the latter detach with a grunt. she kneads her breast in what would seem like an apologetic gesture, “get your girl up here, beifong.”
toph huffs out a small whimper, before reaching out to feel up the floor for you. you’re still massaging your poor scalp when toph finds your hair once again, pulling you up from it and you want to cry again already.
you finally get a good look at azula, her lipstick a little smudged from the earlier kiss, her headpiece ditched for thick black locks of hair to come undone and frame her face and slender neck, the robes half opened from toph’s aggression, one of her shoulders exposed.
you turn your head and your girlfriend’s already shirtless, but before you get to admire her properly, she grabs you and adjusts you into azula’s grip, your back against the fire lord’s chest, while she crawls over you to slot herself between your legs.
you blush at toph’s gaze on you, and azula snaps you out of your haze by tugging at your clothes. the message is clear and you obediently lift your arms, letting her undress you effortlessly.
“cute,” she nips at your ear, her hands travelling up your waist to your now bared tits, giving your nipples a mean pinch.
you squeal, squirming in her hold, but you’re quickly shut up by toph suddenly shoving two of her fingers in your mouth.
she presses down on your tongue, leaning closer until her face occupies your entire field of vision, “suck.”
her voice brooks no argument, and so you weakly coat her digits, moaning and gagging on them as azula presses wet, boiling hot kisses to your nape.
you feel her grin against your neck, and before you can process anything, your half-lidded eyes blow wide open in surprise, your screaming muffled by toph’s fingers when azula’s hands on your chest grow searingly hot.
the unbearable heat against your sensitive nipples has you thrashing wildly between both of them, and toph brings her free hand up to rest over one of azula’s. “won’t you burn her like this?”
“i’m not that evil.” she lies sweetly, pressing a mocking kiss to your sweaty temple and cooing when tears start streaming down your red face. “aw, too hot for you? stop gagging her, toph. i want to hear her scream.”
toph mulls it over, then agrees, but not before pushing deeper in one last time to drag a garbled choke out of your hoarse throat.
she grins, wiping the saliva off on your cheek, “well, aren’t you loud?”
with your frenzied writhing, you land an accidental kick to toph’s side, and that earns you a stinging smack to the thigh.
“stop moving, bitch.” she barks, face now twisted in anger, and lowers herself down to loop both her strong arms around your shaky thighs to hold you down.
“p—please— ah!” you cry out, arching up in pain when azula’s burning hands slowly slide off your chest and over your abdomen.
she chuckles against your ear, wisps of steam escaping her mouth, “so dramatic. the fire lord is giving you a personal sauna session, and you can’t even say thank you?”
angry red patches of skin fill the expanse of your tummy, and her fingers feel up the top of your panties, before the smell of smoke fills all your nostrils.
she was burning them off!
“a—azula! you’re gonna burn me!” you yell through tears, looking down at the fabric on fire in panic, but toph’s arms render any attempt at escaping useless. “s—stop it, please! this is crazy!”
at that, azula only sighs, bringing one hand up to cover your mouth. “unfortunately, you do sound better gagged. just shut up, i know what i’m doing. and who said you could call me by my first name? i should burn you, just for that.”
you can’t tear your eyes off the flames, sweat rolling off the sides of your head in waves, your entire body shaking with adrenaline under toph’s unrelenting grasp.
toph scrunches her nose, like you weren’t quite literally on fire, “reeks of burnt cotton.”
azula smiles, chin slotted against your shoulder to drink in the pure fear on your face. “so cute.”
she finally takes mercy, firebending the rest of the flames away with a swirl of her finger, your pussy exposed and glistening, and you’re just glad it’s somehow intact.
your head tips back against her shoulder, body going limp from the rollercoaster of emotions you just experienced, tears still streaming down your face.
“aww, stop it. you’re too adorable.” azula presses a condescending kiss to your cheek, tasting the saltiness of your tears. she smiles, “wow, you have such a pretty girlfriend, beifong. too bad you can’t see her.”
toph scoffs, “too bad you can’t have her.”
both their grips on you tighten.
you can barely manage to keep your eyes open, too out of it to do anything but pant erratically. you don’t know what’s going on, a long silence settling in, but you can only imagine them glaring at each other, the rising tension more than obvious.
azula takes her hand off your mouth to find your chest again, giving your right breast a sudden squeeze, a soft moan slipping out of your lips.
toph huffs, her nails digging into your thighs, and lowers herself down to press warm open-mouthed kisses to the irritated skin on your abdomen, licking them to soothe you further, coaxing a string of needy whimpers to leave your mouth.
you let your eyes flutter shut, basking in their delicious touch, the kneading of your tit and the hot kisses and nips littering your tummy making warmth bloom deep in your stomach.
“boring.” you hear azula whisper against your ear, but before it even registers in your brain, the hand she burnt your panties off with slides down over your folds, making you let out a startled yelp.
she grins, her breath warm against your neck as her fingers swipe over the dripping slick, smudging it across your aching pussy, “so wet already.”
with no prep or warning, she swiftly pushes two inside your drooling slit, and you arch off the bed with a loud squeal, flushing with embarrassment at how effortless that was.
she purrs, a sly smirk on her face. “so easy, too.”
you moan lewdly, her nimble fingers scissoring you open with filthy squelches.
toph scoffs, landing a harsh spank on the side of your thigh to jolt you back into attention. “you’re that easy for a stranger? aren’t you ashamed?”
you whimper, looking down at her through half-lidded eyes, “i—i’m sorry.”
“you’re not. but you will be.”
she pushes your thighs further apart, and you’re already mewling at the sight of her strong hands flexing around your inner thighs, her expression feral as damp strands of hair fall over her eyes.
she spits on your stuffed cunt, earning an annoyed tsk from azula, and before you even start squirming in anticipation, she’s already down on you, a scream ripping through your throat when her lips latch on your swollen clit.
“oh—oh my god!” you cry out, writhing against azula, who also picks up the pace of her finger-fucking to match toph’s aggressive slurping.
the sounds are so filthy it feels blasphemous to be doing this in the fire palace, but you can only moan and scream, drool dribbling down your lips from the feel of azula’s insanely precise fingers against your g-spot and toph’s punishing mouth on your clit.
your eyes roll to the back of your head when toph’s hands slide under your thighs, finding the fat of your ass to lift your hips up even higher — and the new angle has stars exploding behind your eyelids.
“gonna cum?” azula taunts sweetly, twisting your nipple.
you nod, unable to speak through sobs. her fingers curl up against your spongy spot while toph’s tongue swirls around your puffy bud, her saliva dripping down to azula’s knuckles, who decides to fuck it inside you too.
the thread in your lower stomach is about to snap, when toph suddenly lifts her head up and grabs azula’s wrist, quickly pulling her fingers out.
you cry out, uselessly bucking up into her mouth but her arms loop back around your legs to firmly hold you down.
“aw, that’s cruel.” azula coos, bringing her wet fingers to toph’s slick-sheen lips.
your girlfriend wastes no time in sucking on them greedily, making you watch her through tears, all while azula’s free hand offers your chest comforting rubs and squeezes in mock sympathy. “you poor thing.”
you hiccup a sob, “why? p—please. i’m so close—”
“i know,” toph tilts azula’s hand, licking on her wrist. “i don’t care.”
you watch her helplessly as she kisses and licks her way up azula’s arm to her shoulder. she pushes your face slightly away so her lips can find azula’s, and your clit uselessly throbs at the unfairly attractive sight.
“mhm,” azula hums, tasting you on toph’s mouth. “not bad.”
toph swallows her words in a deeper kiss, their hands tangling in each other’s sweat-damp hair, though azula somehow has the decency to leave one on your poor boob.
this was so unfair.
you were on the brink of an earth-shattering orgasm, and they just leave you pent-up to make out?
it didn’t help that their moans only made the knot in your abdomen painfully tighten.
toph finally pulls away, a string of saliva connecting their swollen lips, “where’s the strap, zula?”
azula steals another kiss. “where i always kept it.”
toph nods and gets off the bed.
right.
they used to fuck.
the reminder has your thighs squeezing together, heat creeping up your cheeks as your imagination goes wild again.
“somebody’s aroused,” azula muses into your ear, her hands finding the curve of your waist to adjust you back against her chest. “what’s running through your dirty little mind?”
your lips purse tightly, a sudden shyness taking over you.
she laughs, nipping at your neck, “dirty thoughts of me and toph, i bet.”
“mhh— i-i just…” you swallow, fidgeting. “i—i really wanted to cum.”
“oh don’t worry,” her palms grow warmer against your hips, and toph finally comes back to you, strap in hand. your eyes widen at the sheer size of it, your guts twisting with dread and reluctant excitement.
azula smiles, the bed dipping under toph’s weight, “you’re about to cum buckets.”
toph grins down at you, and it’s the last you will see of her face. she does a twirly motion with her fingers, and so azula turns you over, making you finally face her.
she chuckles, looking at your surprised expression. “hey there. missed me?”
toph’s hands hook under your hips, manhandling you into all fours, and you rest your palms over azula’s thighs for support. “what are you— ah..”
azula undoes the flimsy ribbon tying her robes, and the fabric gives way to her naked body, your gaze travelling down peaked breasts to her gorgeous cunt.
“my eyes are up here.” she pats your cheek mockingly, tutting at your stubborn staring. “pathetic.”
she spreads her legs wide enough, the stretch of her cunt an irresistible invitation.
her hand on your cheek slides up to your mussy hair, her grin still taunting. “take a deep breath, you’ll need it.”
with that, she pulls you down roughly, your face meeting the mattress with a startled gasp. she tugs on your hair, lifting you up to meet with her wet pussy in all its glory, and you swallow the lump in your throat.
she smiles down at you, her fingers brushing the hair off your nape to softly caress the damp skin.
“for your own sake, i better cum.” she swipes her index over the back of your neck, the motion gentle but the threat’s obvious. “after all, we wouldn’t want you to accidentally get shocked, right pup?”
your confusion is cleared when she generates just a bit of lightning at the tip of her finger, making your head jolt up with a pained yelp.
her smile widens, “so be good, yeah? you know i have a short temper.”
your bottom lip quivers under her gaze.
seriously, what were you thinking? sleeping with the fire lord?
you nod obediently, “yes your highness— augh!” you choke on your own words, feeling toph glide her tip over your soaked folds once before plunging into you so hard you hear your tailbone crack from your abrupt arch.
“t—toph!” you desperately scream, the girth stretching you out more than you could ever fathom.
you claw at azula’s thighs, crying again, and you hear toph curse behind you, her hands grabbing your ass cheeks to spread you wider. “shut her up, zula.”
“you don’t command me, beifong.” she snaps, but her grip finds your hair nonetheless, pushing your face into her warm slit.
you sob against her puffy lips, toph’s cock bullying its way inside your tight walls, but a swipe of azula’s fingers over your nape makes all the hairs there stand, the warning clear.
you sniffle, your tongue darting out to lick a big stripe up her folds to her clit, kissing and suckling it.
“finally,” toph groans when she finally bottoms out, readjusting her hands on your hips. “there we go.”
she doesn’t even give you a second to prepare for the ruthless pace she brutally fucks you with right off the bat, and you can only choke and sob, your sounds muffled as you’re fully smushed against azula’s pussy.
you wail, nails sinking into azula’s thighs, making her scoff. “what the fuck are you doing? let go of me, and eat me out properly.”
you feel electricity buzz beneath her fingertips and you immediately let go in fear, trying to put your mouth to better use than helplessly crying, but toph’s pounding — especially with whatever strap from hell this was — made this an almost impossible task.
the whole bed was creaking, the loud sounds of skin slapping filling the room as her hands tighten around your ass, appreciating its ripple against her hips at every thrust..
you couldn’t help but drool, your knees wobbly and position unsteady, but she didn’t need your legs for support.
her death grip on your hips was more than enough — you were basically useless; your only job was to lay there and take it.
well, not exactly.
azula reminds you of that by rubbing your neck in a deceptively gentle motion.
and that alone snaps you back to reality, lapping at her folds feverishly in whatever way you could.
small wonder that she was so good at fear-mongering.
“good girl,” she scratches your scalp, your head bobbing frenzily from the sheer force of toph ramming into you.
your eating was sloppy, you knew that, but you tried to make it up by giving extra attention to her sensitive clit, which happened to be the only thing that coaxed anything remotely akin to praise from her lips.
she was just like toph in that regard.
when a woman was this rude and mean with you, it always made the praise hit 100x harder.
fair trade, if you ask me.
“ugh, useless bitch.” azula roughly fists your hair, lifting your head up and locking you in place. you’re about to beg for forgiveness when she ruts up against you instead, deciding to take care of this herself.
you mewl and gasp at every roll of her hips, the lack of air making you even more light-headed, all the while toph’s tip deeply kisses your cervix.
incorrect choice of words — this was no “kiss”, she was destroying your womb from the inside.
you shiver at the feel of toph’s bare chest against your back, your face still stuffed full of azula’s cunt to properly see her.
toph lowers herself over you, her breath hot against your nape. “you’re close, aren’t you? gonna cum for me?”
you’d love to answer if you could, but you were too busy trying to get one puff of oxygen in your system before you completely shut off, though too scared to go against azula’s wishes.
death was a far more merciful consequence than her wrath.
toph somehow manages to pick up the pace even more, mumbling filth into your ear as her fingers slide down to your neglected clit, and you scream against azula.
the vibrations of your voice have her eyes rolling back; and it’s exactly what tips her over, having her gush all over your face.
she pulls your head up by your hair again and you suck in the sharpest inhale, desperate for air, and she just glares down at you, both of you panting, though in completely different rhythms.
“sloppy.” she grumbles, twisting your locks like you were some puppet. “could use some work.”
her words don’t even register into your addled brain because you’re the next to cum right after her; toph’s pounding, paired with her ever so phenomenal clit fiddling, sends you tumbling over the edge.
the now sopping wet toy produces even filthier sounds while she fucks you through your high, some of your slick dripping down from it down to either land on toph’s thighs or the sheets.
“perfect,” toph flips her thick hair back, satisfied with the outcome as she slowly pulls out of you. “could never get sick of fucking this sweet pussy.”
your body weakly squirms when she fingers some of your cum back into you, too exhausted to even protest anymore, falling totally limp against the mattress when they both finally let go of you.
“y’know, zula, i could get used to this gift thing.” toph smiles, sitting next to azula sweetly like she didn’t just fuck the living daylights out of you.
azula hums, “she’s really bad at multitasking, though. but since this is your first gift, i’ll let it slide this time.”
toph grabs her face, pulling her in for another hot kiss. she chuckles mockingly, “i’ll whip her into better shape for you next time, your highness.”
azula grins, returning the kiss. “you always know how to appease me, beifong. now, give me back my strap and roll over.”
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* i feel like i got sloppy after this long break idk.. anyway, art creds are neozumi on X (toph art) & aakiwa on tumblr (azula art)
first time ever interacting with someone on tumblr kinda nervous…
been reading your fics for a hot minute now and they lowk have me whimpering into my pillow…that’s all. keep up the good work. <3 (very excited for possible azula content)
AWH i’m glad they’re that good babe. highest of compliments 🤭 (send me the audio)
yup! writing’s slow rn but when i’m back on you’re getting the smuttiest azula x toph x reader this world has ever seen
