ꮼ world's best earthbender!toph is also the world's best lover
ᦸ girlfriend!toph has her own special ways to romance ⸝⸝ not proofread.
girlfriend!toph does not play when it comes to your relationship; even when she doesn't take anything seriously, nothing would make her let someone disrespect the love you share.
She can and has defended you whenever she's caught someone making obscene comments about the relationship.
girlfriend!toph isn't openly affectionate in the traditional sense—she can be at times, though rarely—opting to share loving words or grounding touches whenever in the presence of others.
The touch she goes for the most is tracing her fingertips over your features & taking a deep breath as she feels your heartbeat—the others have long learned to never bother her when touching you.
girlfriend!toph is an entirely different story in private; while she rarely seeks out affection, the moment she feels your touch, she melts—leaning into your touch, carefully reciprocating & relaxing.
There's only been one instance of your friends catching her being so vulnerable with you, and she's been extra careful to protect the sanctity of keeping private moments private
girlfriend!toph finds it peaceful when she lies in bed with you & you take turns whispering how your days went, taking turns with kissing each other's skin and scratching your backs.
It's always so soothing to feel her strong hands massaging your tense muscles while you're grumbling about a shitty day, and it's always so calming for her to be there for you.
girlfriend!toph has better muscles than most men, and she's well aware of it; it doesn't matter that she's short when it's easily made up for in her biceps—whether it's wrapping them around you at night, carrying you, or just letting you toy with them, she loves to show them off.
It's so gentle how she'll touch you, even with her arms anchored around your thighs or her bicep shoved to your lips to let you kiss her skin.
girlfriend!toph likes to take you outside and guide you to sit with her, carefully describing how the earth feels beneath her feet & how serene it is to just exist in the dirt sometimes—and how comfortable it feels to have you with her.
Something about holding hands with you, breathing, and sharing the peace she feels when one with the earth is so intimate she'll crave it sometimes.
girlfriend!toph lets you touch her hair. Brushing it, tying it up, braiding it, and toying with it. Every time you ask to mess with her hair, she'll grudgingly sit there and let you do whatever you want.
Even though she can't see what you've done, she'll touch over her hair and assure that it 'feels as pretty' as you said it looked.
girlfriend!toph will get very annoyed whenever one of her friends tries to guide her around, though whenever it's your hand clasping hers. Not tugging, not pulling, just holding on.
Though if anyone took her being okay with you doing it as they could, she'd go for their head.
girlfriend!toph is very protective of you. Even though she's well aware you can handle yourself, if she has the chance to defend your honor, she'll go all in, crass words, fists clenched, and threatening.
Not much gets her pissed, but insulting or being rude to you is the quickest way to get there.
girlfriend!toph hates it whenever her friends catch her being mushy. It's happened far too many times for her liking; a blush dusts her cheeks, & she'll groan whenever she hears the teasing starting from Sokka's lips.
Though that doesn't stop her from risking the occasional intimate moment, resting her head against your chest, kissing your hand, and using affectionate words that the entire gang has heard.
It never fails to surprise them how soft she is with you, though, no matter how many times they've witnessed it.
content: 18+ nsfw, fluff & smut, book author!reader, switch!reader if you squint, making out, cunnilingus (reader receiving).
summary: you’re quite surprised at your girlfriend’s sudden interest in writing knowing she’s never held a pen before. you decide to help her.. but she clearly has something else in mind.
drabble based on this req; slumber party by ashnikko !
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it was a completely innocent question, and you could have never predicted where it’d land you minutes later.
“can you teach me how to write?”
spilled ink and half-filled papers littered your work desk, while some lay crumpled and balled up by your feet. you tapped the end of your pen against the hard wood incessantly, your other hand clutching the side of your head, glaring at the few lines you just wrote. you’d been brainstorming ideas for your next book for the past two hours now, but none of them hit the spot just yet.
you sighed, leaning back on your chair as you rubbed and smoothed down your furrowed eyebrows.
two familiar beefy arms gently wrapped around your neck from behind, your girlfriend’s chin resting on the top of your head.
“ah, toph. it’s you.” you smiled, caressing her forearms and pressing a gentle kiss on them.
“writer’s block again, or whatever you call it?” she asked, feeling up the wads of paper on the floor with her toes.
you nodded, exasperated. “it’s terrible.. whenever i think ‘wow, yes! this idea is definitely it!’ i end up finding trouble inserting it into a decent plotline with good development.. i can’t even come up with a good starting paragraph!”
toph hummed, nuzzling your hair, “i have no idea what you just said, but that sounds cool.”
you chuckled, rolling your eyes fondly, “it’s anything but cool, tophie.”
“say,” her arms slightly flex around the delicate skin of your neck, “can you teach me how to write?”
that piques your attention. you glance up at her, curious, “you want to learn how to write?”
“if it’s not too much trouble.” she quickly adds, and you almost melt at the sweetness. you pat her forearms, “slide a chair closer.”
she lets go of you to do just that, reaching for the extra chair you always keep in the corner of your room, dragging it to the desk.
she sits by your side, and you allow yourself to stare for a minute. she was only in a tight tank top and shorts, her glorious muscles in full display for your feasting eyes. her dark hair was loosely brushed back in a low pony, porcelain skin marred with a few bruises from her last sparring match.
what a catch. you high-five yourself in your mind.
she scoots closer, and you set your daydreaming aside to grab an empty paper.
“mhm..” you scratch your head with your pen, thinking. “well, i’m not sure where to start. maybe the basics? we could start with the alphabet?”
she scoffs, “that’s boring. i wanna write proper words.”
“well, you need the alphabet to do that, toph.”
“make me write words!!”
you were already regretting agreeing to this. she was worse than a toddler.
you sigh, “how about we first write all the letters, then we can make words with—”
“no,” she reaches for your hand, taking the pen for herself. “hmm.. show me how to write my name.”
you glare at her, but you know better than to argue with your stubborn excuse of a girlfriend.
“fine then.” you sigh in defeat, holding her hand tightly along with the pen in her grip. “follow my lead.”
she nods, and you start with your instructions.
“first,” you move her hand with yours, “we dip the pen in ink, like this. then we tap it against the edge to remove the excess ink, so we don’t get blots on our paper. a very important rule is that it’s never dry. remember, dry equals bad. the tip must always be wet.”
she snickers, “like you.”
you give her a deadpan look, “why are you like this?”
“okay okay, yes.” she sits up straight, dipping it in the ink bowl and tapping it, then bringing it to hover over the sheet. “like this?”
“good girl. now, carefully feel my strokes,” you shift her hand with yours, drawing out the letters as she commits them to memory. “t-o-p-h.”
“so that’s my name,” she hums, bringing the pen to dip it again, “let me try it alone this time.”
you nod, and you watch her almost accurately write the same letters again.
“wow, impressive.” you kiss her cheek, looking down at what she wrote. “the letters are on point. your only problem is.. your spacing.”
“mhm? what about it?” she asks, gazing down at you.
“well..” you stare at the sheet of paper. “they’re kind of.. all on top of each other. but that’s fine, we can work on that.”
she shrugs, “it’s fine. i don’t mind them being on top of each other.”
your brow raises in confusion, but before you can question your weird girlfriend, she interrupts you with another request. “now, teach me how to write your name.”
you blink, spotting the eager glint in her eyes, then you chuckle. “my name? sure. are you really sure you don’t want to learn the alphabet first?”
“duh,” she rolls her eyes like you just asked the dumbest question in the world. “now show me.”
and once again, your lithe fingers find hers, teaching her the gentle strokes of your name.
when you let her do it alone on her second attempt, she repeats the same mistake of stacking all the letters on top of each other.
she says it’s not a mistake, though.
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“mhh— tophh..” you mewl against her lips, your floor a mess of paper and ink when your girlfriend suddenly sweeped it all off your desk, deciding to do you instead of her homework.
her thumbs press and rub on your peaked nipples, swallowing all your moans with saliva-wet kisses, the sheer force of them keeping your head pinned against the wall behind you.
her hands squeeze your tits, sliding up and down the curve of your waist, grabbing at whatever flesh she could.
she licked the saliva that dribbled off your lips, tonguing it back into your mouth as her hand finally slid down to cup your clothed pussy.
you kiss her harder, desperately sucking on her tongue while her fingers graze your soaked folds through your panties. you buck your hips against her hand, and you whine when she leaves your swollen lips with a wet pop.
“shh..” she presses a hot kiss to your neck, “i’ll take care of you.”
one thing you loved about toph is that she never kept you waiting.
it took less than ten seconds for your legs to be spread wide open and hiked up on her shoulders, her hands finding the fat of your backside to pull you closer, bringing your aching cunt to her needy mouth.
she catches the panties between her teeth, tugging them to the side, her fingers refusing to leave the nice swell of your ass.
your eyes cross and roll to the back of your head when her tongue finally finds your leaking pussy, licking a big languid stripe right across the center.
you uselessly thrash in her grasp, tears already welling up in your eyes, the desk clattering with your movement while her unrelenting grip tightens around your thighs. the pace of her feverished eating increases and so does the pitch of your screams.
“toph— oh! oh my god!” you moan, glassy-eyed, her tongue swirling in oddly familiar patterns you couldn’t quite place.
“rule one,” she grins against your swollen pussy lips, “dry equals bad, must always be wet. done.”
before you can even register her words in your pleasure-addled haze, fast strong strokes are licked across your folds and your back almost breaks from the unnatural arch it snaps into.
“oh my fuck! toph!!” you cry out, writhing uncontrollably as you finally make out the pattern she was following.
fucking hell— she was spelling your name out with her tongue!
“mhhm,” a low chuckle rumbles through her throat, the vibrations only making your thighs spasm harder around her head. “see? i told you i didn’t need any spacing.”
her tongue laps at your puffy clit in harsh flicks, and your vision flashes white.
“t-o,” she continues sucking and licking through your orgasm, using the fresh gush of your slick to coat your folds even better, “p-h. toph. that’s who this pussy belongs to.”
her effortless eroticism is almost enough to have you cum again immediately.
weak whimpers slip out of your lips, your hand finding her head to push it off your overly sensitive cunt. she grins, pressing one last deceptively sweet kiss to your swollen bud before mercifully pulling away.
she lifts herself up to capture your quivering lips into a slower kiss you easily accept, tasting yourself on her tongue.
“did i do good?” she asks, and the knowing smirk on her face is answer enough to her own question.
you wipe the remaining tears off your face, wrapping your arms around her. “.. you’re so filthy.”
» » toph loves showing off to you, but she also loves showing you off ⸝⸝ wlw intended
cw: reader is a water bender, reader can bend plants, minor movie spoilers, probably incorrect values for the currency in atla (i’m just guessing), not thoroughly proofread
┈─ note: wait i lowkey rlly like the idea of plant bending. i don’t remember if that already exists though
» » toph took pride in being the world’s greatest earthender, and she made sure everyone knew it. even the young metalbenders she’d been training couldn’t compete against her. she’d created metalbending, so of course she’d show it off.
» » sometimes you’d stick around for her training sessions just to see how things were. nothing ever changed of course. the students still had a lot to learn if they wanted to keep up with your girlfriend.
» » you’d been sitting on the steps at the edge of the training grounds. toph was standing in the center with her back to you, and her students were making a somewhat circle formation around her.
» » “let’s see if any of you can actually get me to use my hands,” she challenged them. she put her hands behind her back as she prepared for them to start. “as for you,” she looked over her shoulder and towards your general direction, “just sit there and look pretty.”
» » every training always has the same outcome. her students couldn’t even come close to touching her. they didn’t even get her to use her hands. she was a show off, but who could blame her?
» » after her students were left tied up in a bundle of metal, she walked over to where you sat and took a seat beside you. she wrapped her arm around your shoulders and said, “i’m still the greatest earthbender in the world, baby.” And you didn’t deny it.
» » but toph didn’t only show off about herself. no, no, she also showed you off! and she didn’t tolerate anyone who undermined your abilities.
» » when the united republic of nations was first founded, you’d took it upon yourself to handle the vegetation and greenery to help make life more comfortable for the citizens. given your waterbending, you’d learned to bend and grow plants to your will using the water inside of them. you’d made sure the plants grew so people could stay fed, and also to make the city look better.
» » toph was already fascinated by the way you bended the plants, and she used some of her own earthbending to form better areas for soil for you. she knew that if it weren’t for you, it would’ve taken triple the time for the city to get to where it was now.
» » toph showed off your achievements at almost any time she could, saying how if it weren’t for you they wouldn’t have any vegetables at all. even if that weren’t entirely true, given that people could’ve eventually still grown vegetables without you, she wanted people to know how much you’d done for them. especially if they were insulting you in any way— they’d get an earful.
» » you’d went up to a vegetable stand with toph at your side to buy some tomatoes. you’d just harvested your own plants, so you didn’t want to wait for them to grow again. the man selling the tomatoes gave you a different price than the guy who’d bought from him before you. he’d charged you for almost double the price!
» » “..you said 9 yuan?” you repeated, making sure you’d heard him right. you could’ve sworn the guy in front of you had bought the same thing for 5 yuan…
» » “yes,” he nodded. “9 yuan, please.” he didn’t bother to correct himself, and toph wasn’t having it.
» » “hey!” toph yelled, “that’s not what you told that other guy!”
» » “yes it is. 9 yuan, please, or no tomatoes.” he was lying, and toph could always tell.
» » she took a step forward to the stand and slammed her hand on the wood. “y’know, you wouldn’t even have this tomato stand if it weren’t for her!” she argued. “It’s thanks to her that you have what you have! so quit your lying and charge her correctly!”
» » you shifted awkwardly. it wasn’t really all because of you. you’d helped get things started, but this man could’ve grown his own plants too. “toph, you don’t need—“
» » toph cut you off as she continued to yell at him. “do you really want me to knock you and your little stand so high in the air that not even the avatar can reach you?” the man immediately panicked. he ended up letting you take the tomatoes for free because of how scared he was.
» » you felt ashamed when you walked away from the stand, noticing all the people that had been staring due to toph’s outburst. “toph,” you murmured to her, “you didn’t have to say that. i didn’t really do all that.”
» » “sure you did,” she grinned. “don’t undermine yourself, sugar.”
» » “..people are staring,” you mumbled.
» » “let ‘em,” she shrugged. “i like showing you off.”
» » she really could be a show off when she wanted to be.
BDSM dynamics (bondage with metal restraints, dom/sub play, mommy kink, begging, degradation like calling you 'slut') Mild dubcon vibes through power imbalance and bending control Rough, intense sex (pounding till you cry, overstimulation, emotional tears) Ice play on nipples and pussy Squirting, spitting, and lots of fluids Oral (cunnilingus, fingering with 3 fingers), strap-on fucking, tit sucking/pinching, scissoring Aftercare with tenderness, vulnerability, and emotional intimacy
Toph x waterbender reader(wife)
You and Toph had this secluded spot all to yourselves tonight—no kids tugging at her skirts, no duties pulling her away—just the two of you in this sun-baked retreat you'd built together over years of unyielding loyalty. Toph lounged on the edge of the king-sized bed, her bare feet planted firmly on the wooden floorboards, every subtle shift in the air registering through the vibrations she sensed like a second sight. She was shirtless, her compact frame honed by endless earthbending drills, muscles coiling under pale skin scarred faintly from old battles. Her small breasts, firm and capped with dusky nipples already pebbling in the cooling evening air, rose with each steady breath. Her pants hung loose on her narrow hips, belt unbuckled, a cocky smirk twisting her lips as she tilted her head your way, blind eyes unseeing but piercing all the same.
You swallowed hard, heart hammering against your ribs. Toph had a knack for bulldozing boundaries, her fierce independence fueling demands she voiced without a shred of apology. After dinner, she'd cornered you in the hallway, rough hands shoving you toward the bedroom while she grumbled about enduring your 'soft-hearted crap' all week. It was barely coercion—her deep-seated loyalty wrapped around you like chains, her words binding tighter than any rope—but the raw hunger in her stance crushed any thought of pushback. You nodded, pulling moisture from the humid air and the sink in the adjoining bathroom, your fingers shaping it into a smooth, cool sphere that you froze with a precise bend, the ice hardening into a solid orb about the size of your fist, edges smoothed but unyielding.
Toph's grin sharpened as she felt the chill radiate from your palm. 'That's the stuff. Get over here and make Mommy feel good.' The mommy kink rolled off her tongue like gravel, dominant and owning, her protective instincts warping into something primal and unfiltered.
You approached, knees weak, the ice's cold bite seeping into your skin. Toph snatched your wrist, yanking you closer with earthbender strength, her callused fingers digging into your flesh. 'Don't just stand there like an idiot. Use it.' She guided your hand to her chest, pressing the frozen orb against one nipple. The contrast hit her hard—her warm, taut skin flushing as the ice melted slightly, trickles of water trailing down the curve of her breast. She hissed, arching into it, her nipple stiffening to a hard peak under the assault. 'Fuck, yeah. Circle it. Make it ache.'
You obeyed, tracing the ice around her areola, watching goosebumps erupt across her ribs, her breaths coming sharper. Water dripped onto her abdomen, pooling in the dip of her navel before sliding lower. Toph's free hand gripped your thigh, nails scraping, pulling you between her spread legs. She was already damp, the scent of her arousal mixing with the sea salt. 'Lower,' she growled, voice blunt and impatient. You dragged the melting ice down her sternum, over the faint ridges of her abs, circling her belly button before pressing it against the heat between her thighs. Her pants were shoved down in one rough motion, exposing her bare pussy—lips swollen and slick, clit peeking from its hood like a demand.
The ice met her folds, and Toph bucked, a guttural moan escaping. 'Shit, that's cold. Keep going—rub it on my clit.' You did, the frozen sphere gliding over her sensitive nub, her hips grinding against it as water mixed with her juices, creating a slippery chill. Her inner thighs trembled, muscles clenching, and she reached down to spread herself wider, fingers parting her labia to expose the pink inner flesh. 'Inside. Finger me with it first.' Anatomy be damned if it wasn't precise—her entrance clenched around the tip as you eased the edge of the ice in, her walls hot and velvety, contracting against the intrusion. She gasped, head thrown back, toes curling into the floor. 'Deeper, you tease. Make Mommy's pussy clench.'
Her degradation laced with that possessive edge, blunt as a rock slide. You pushed the ice further, your fingers following to thrust it in and out, feeling her heat melt it rapidly, cold water flooding out around your knuckles. Toph's breaths turned ragged, her hand fisting your hair, yanking your face down. 'Oral now. Lick me clean while it's still freezing.' You dropped to your knees, tongue flicking out to lap at her clit, tasting the tangy mix of her arousal and melted ice. Her clit throbbed under your mouth, engorged and slick, as you sucked it between your lips, teeth grazing lightly.
She rode your face, hips snapping, blunt commands spilling out: 'Suck harder. Tongue my hole—yeah, like that, you needy little slut.'
Toph's sarcasm edged her words, but vulnerability flickered when she shuddered, her free hand tweaking her own nipple, pinching the still-chilled bud.
You added fingers, two sliding into her alongside the remnants of ice, curling against her front wall, stroking that spongy spot that made her thighs quake. She squirted first—a sudden gush soaking your chin and hand, her pussy spasming as she cried out, 'Fuck, yes—take it all, baby.' Her release was forceful, warm fluid spraying in arcs, drenching the bedspread beneath her.
But Toph wasn't done. She hauled you up by the collar of your shirt, ripping it open to expose your breasts—fuller than hers, nipples erect from the charged air. 'Your turn to beg.' With precision, she summoned thin vines from the floorboards—reinforced with her metalbending touch for strength—snaking them up to bind your wrists to the headboard.
They wrapped tight around your arms, stretching you out on the mattress, your body splayed vulnerable. Mild resistance bubbled—you tugged once, whispering, 'Toph, wait...'—but her smirk silenced you, that rebellious glint in her eyes promising she'd push until you broke.
She stripped you fully, pants yanked off, leaving your pussy exposed, already aching and wet. Toph straddled your waist, her weight pinning you, small breasts brushing yours as she leaned in to spit directly onto your mouth. 'Open up. Taste Mommy.' The saliva hit your tongue, salty and intimate, and you swallowed, heat flooding your cheeks.
She ground her still-sensitive pussy against your thigh, smearing her slickness, before reaching for the strap-on harness she'd prepared—thick silicone cock, veined and realistic, buckled around her hips. It jutted out, base pressing against her clit with each movement.
'Suck it first. Get it ready for your greedy cunt.' She thrust it toward your lips, and you parted them, tongue swirling around the head, taking it deep into your throat. Gagging slightly, saliva dripping down the shaft, you bobbed, hollowing your cheeks as Toph groaned, hand guiding your head. 'Good girl. Choke on Mommy's cock.' Her abrasive tone hid the way her thighs quivered, confidence masking the emotional tether she craved.
Satisfied, she pulled back, positioning between your legs. The tip nudged your entrance, stretching your outer lips before she slammed in—deep, filling you to the hilt, the base grinding her clit.
You cried out, walls fluttering around the intrusion, every ridge dragging against your inner walls. Toph set a brutal pace, hips snapping, pounding you into the mattress with earthbender force. The bed creaked, headboard thumping the wall, her small frame belying the power behind each thrust. 'Beg for it. Tell Mommy how much you need this dick wrecking you.'
'Please, Toph—Mommy—harder,' you gasped, tits bouncing with each impact, nipples scraping hers as she leaned down for tit play, mouth latching onto one, sucking hard while pinching the other. Her teeth grazed the sensitive peak, tongue flicking, sending jolts straight to your core. She fingered your clit in circles, rough and direct, building the pressure until your pussy clenched, orgasm crashing over you. You squirted around the strap, fluids soaking her harness and thighs, body convulsing.
But she didn't stop—fucked you harder, drilling deeper, the wet slaps echoing. 'Mm, there you are, baby, just like that.' Her voice whispered hot in your ear, moans mingling with yours. 'You look so good—keep going for me.' The words were tender amid the roughness, her sarcasm softened by raw need. You chanted, 'Uh uh uh ffuckk,' each thrust punching the air from your lungs, her cock hitting your cervix with bruising force, walls milking it desperately.
She shifted, pulling out to flip you—still bound—onto your side for scissoring. Legs intertwined, her pussy grinding against yours, clits rubbing in slick friction. Toph's folds mashed yours, juices mixing, her hips rolling with confident rebellion. 'Feel that? Mommy's gonna make you squirt again.' The pressure built fast, her blunt fingers digging into your hip, and you both came—her release spraying against your thigh, yours arcing onto her belly, cries blending in the salty air.
The pounding resumed with the strap, Toph flipping you onto your back, railing you relentlessly. Tears streamed down your face from the intensity, oversensitive nerves screaming, body arching as another orgasm ripped through. 'Toph—too much—' you sobbed, but she cooed, pace unyielding until you shattered again, crying openly.
Finally, she slowed, unbuckling the harness and untying the vines with a bend. Collapsing beside you, she pulled you into her arms, her abrasive shell cracking.
'Hey, none of that. You did so good for me.' Her voice was gruff but soft, hands stroking your hair, wiping tears with surprisingly gentle thumbs. She kissed your forehead, then your lips, tasting salt from both sweat and sobs. 'I got you, always. My strong girl.' Vulnerability seeped in—her own eyes damp, the fiercely independent earthbender admitting, in whispers against your skin, how your trust grounded her like nothing else…
𓏲ּ𝄢 wrapper is wrinkled but the candy is still sweet .ᐟ
╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ 18+ nsfw, fluff, modern au, older toph, younger reader (not that young because I'm not a weirdo!), age gap, mommy kink, praise, nipple play, oral, dom!toph, black coded reader (anyone can enjoy, of course!), finger sucking, strap usage (referred to as a dick) ─ basically filth and cute stuff wrapped into one big present
╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ synopsis: headcanons of big mama toph and her wife ─ art by osteoueso on twitter
wc: 1k (˵◝ ⩊ ◜˵マ
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: loves spoiling her beautiful girl. anything you want, she'll give it to you, no questions. you want a few hundred dollars to go to the mall? she'll let you take her card! you've been eyeing some new shoes recently? you can get them in every color! want a new set of acrylic nails? you're already heading to the nearest salon. there's food at an expensive restaurant that you've been dying to try? reservation immediately booked.
all you have to do is say the word and it's yours. as long as you're good for her, of course .ᐟ
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: who is so strict, especially when it's time to go to bed. you wouldn't describe yourself as a night owl, but some days you just can't sleep and decide to stay up and watch tv in the living room to not wake your wife up. yeah...not the best choice
when she hears the tv, she walks out the bedroom and finds you sitting peacefully on the couch. then, without warning, her strong arms lift you up and throws you over her shoulder.
"what the- baby! what are you doing?!" you exclaim, lightly smacking her back in protest while kicking your legs. she slaps your ass as she starts walking back to the room. "cut all of that out" her voice is groggy and slighty irritated. you did interrupt her sleep after all, "what did I tell you about staying up late?"
"but i can't sleep" you whine. she lays you on the bed and wraps her beefy arms around you, locking you against her chest. "well, try." she mutters, already falling back to sleep
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: tells you to model for her whenever she buys you new clothes. at first this confused you, I mean she can't see so what's the point? however, that's the thing—she doesn't need to see how you look, she can just feel instead.
for example: one day she bought you the cutest pink baby tee, but when you looked in the mirror to see how it fit, it looked a bit too tight. "hmm...i don't know if this is the right size, tophie. i think it looks weird" you turn to her as she sits on the edge of the bed.
"really? lemme see" she walks up behind you. "what do you mean-hmph!" your words are cut off when her hands starts squeezing your chest over your shirt, fingers rubbing and twisting your nipples.
you let out soft moans, thighs squeezing together and shaking a bit. but the sensation stops not long after it began. her hands travel down to your waist, "looks good to me, sweetheart" she murmurs in your ear, nibbling on it. "girl-get off me!" you squeak, face warm as hell itself
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: who's only gotten beefier and sexier with age, which makes you absolutely drool. yes, she's noticed. and yes, she loves teasing you about it. whenever she's working out, you can't help but go from yapping to silently staring, eyes focused on her arm muscles rippling with each curl of her biceps, abs glistening with sweat, toned, thick thighs flexing with every move.
god, if someone walked past they'd think you're a puppy waiting for it's treat
"you like what you see? she asks, tilting her head, already knowing the answer. her question snaps you back to reality. steam might as well come out of your ears with how hot your face was. "no! i-i mean, yes!" you stumble. she chuckles, "i know you do, baby"
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: (wo)manhandles you into any position she wants when she's fucking you, her favorite being mating press. you'd think with her age, stamina would be something of the past, but that's completely wrong in her case.
her large hands push your thighs so far back, tits squished as her dick pounds into you at a relentless pace. the squelching sounds of your pussy and the needy cries you let out only makes her fuck you harder
“doing such a good job for me, babygirl” she’ll praise
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: uses you when she needs to de-stress after a long day of work. one minute you’re greeting her at the door like usual. the next, you’re completely naked while sitting on your heels, hands squeezing on toph’s bare thighs as your face is being shoved into her sopping wet pussy.
your tongue explores and swipes all over her folds, then all over her big, swollen clit, so greedy her juices. one of her hands grips the back of your bonnet, the other reaches down and spreads herself wider for you to indulge in her deeper. “hah— that’s it. fucking hungry for mommy’s pussy, aren't you? you like how I taste that much, hm?”
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: washes your locs whenever it’s wash day! sure, she doesn’t have the slightest clue on how to twist them afterwards but she’ll listen closely to your instructions when you’re teaching her how to. after all, her pretty girl shouldn’t be doing all the work when she’s right there
your head rests on her thighs as she twists, the combination of her soft hands and calming music playing in the back almost has you falling asleep
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: shoves her thick fingers in your mouth whenever you talk back to her. your eyes flutter as you start sucking, holding her wrist to focus. she smiles, her free hand reaching for your head to gently massage your scalp. “my baby just wanted her mouth a little full, didn’t she?” she shoves them deeper. you gag a little as you lazily nod, brain already turning to mush
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: uses the biggest straps on you because she loves stretching you out and hearing the sounds you make. she’ll have your face smushed into the pillows while she gives you the nastiest back shots imaginable
you try so hard to be good for her but the pleasure becomes too much. you reach your hand back and press it against her abs, trying to push her away. “m-mommy please. it’s too biggg” you mewl. one of her hands smacks your brown ass, the other snatching both of yours and putting them behind your back.
“no more whining. you’ve taken bigger baby, you can handle it”
What do you think of a Toph x Pregnant Reader story where both already have families with Lin and Suyin? But when Reader's baby is born, it turns out years later to be a lava bender, and Toph is incredibly excited, even if she doesn't show it.
Let's say the reader is a fire bender. Toph and the reader were always playfully arguing about which bender the baby would be: Fire or Earth. Imagine their surprise when they both get a mix of both!
Could you please capture Toph and the reader's reactions, as well as Lin and Suyin cheering them on completely?
By the way, I love your writing and I think you're one of the few people who write Toph for the character she is and don't make her completely unchangeable
A Path Of Ger Own
Pairing: Toph Beifong x Wife Reader
WC: 5k+
Synopsis: You have to break the news to your daughter's that you're pregnant and it doesn't go very well. Basically the request.
Content/Warnings: Fluff.
Sitting down and breaking the news to your very grown, very adult children that you were pregnant was not the easiest task. Lin was twenty-two, climbing the ranks at the police department in hopes of one day taking over for Toph. Su was seventeen, though she acted like she was the same age as Lin with the way she bossed you and Toph around the house.
You had just finished dinner, and now you were all sprawled across the living room. Some horror movie Suyin had insisted on was playing as she curled against her mama, who was already beginning to drift off to sleep beside her. Toph didn't see the point of grand reveals. After raising two kids, she'd simply told you to get it over with and just tell them.
But you were stressed, hormonal, and you had no idea how they were going to take the news.
You had talked yourself out of it several times that night. Even now, sitting on the opposite couch and watching your family piled together, it still didn't feel like the right time. But you were going to start showing soon, and they deserved to know.
Taking a quiet breath, you reached for the remote and paused the movie. Su was the first to react. Her head whipped toward you so fast it was almost comical, as though you'd just committed a crime she might never forgive.
“Mom!” She groaned dramatically, throwing her hands into the air. “It was just getting to the good part.”
Toph let out a sleepy grunt from the other end of the couch, one arm still draped around Su's shoulders. “Kid, if you wanted the good part, you picked the wrong movie. It sounds terrible.”
“How would you know?” Su countered, turning in her mother's hold. “You've literally been asleep for the last twenty minutes. I didn't even get to explain the plot to you yet.”
“I wasn't sleeping.” Toph lies easily. “I was resting my eyes.”
“You snored.” Su deadpans.
Toph titled her head, never one to accept defeat. “I was listening.”
Lin, seated in the armchair with a book balanced in her lap, lowered it just enough to glance between the three of you. “Can we settle the debate later? Mom paused it for a reason.”
The room quieted and three pairs of eyes settled on you. Your throat suddenly felt dry now that you were the center of attention. You opened your mouth once then closed it again.
Toph tilted her head in your direction, sensing the hesitation immediately. Even half asleep, she knew you better than anyone. “Baby?”
Your fingers tightened around the remote until your knuckles ached from clenching them so hard.
“There... um..” You swallowed. “There's actually something your mama and I wanted to tell you.”
Suyin straightened like she was bracing herself for something awful. Lin closed her book completely, setting it aside without taking her eyes off you. Neither of them spoke, and somehow the silence that settled over the room felt heavier than the horror movie ever had.
When you didn't answer fast enough, the guesses started.
“Are you sick?” Su asked, her voice wavering more with every passing second. “Because... you haven't really been eating, and the other day I heard you throwing up in the bathroom.”
Lin's head snapped toward her sister, her expression hardening. “Mom's been sick, and you didn't think to tell me?”
“I didn't know it was a big deal!” Su added defensively. “She told me she was fine, so I believed her.”
“You should've told me anyway.” Lin shot back angrily. “I have a right to know.”
“And make you panic over nothing?” Su argued, and she had a point out of the two of them Lin was more likely to freak out.
“It clearly wasn't nothing.” Lin pointed out with huff.
Their bickering washed over you, neither of them noticing the guilty look spreading across your face. They weren't angry with each other, you knew thaf more than anything. You could see both of their sides and that was the problem.
Toph sighed from beside Su, rubbing at her face before sitting up properly. “Hey.” Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried enough authority to stop both daughters mid-argument. “Knock it off.”
The room fell quiet again.
Lin's shoulders were rigid, every muscle in her body tense as she looked back at you. Su had gone pale, her foot bouncing anxiously against the floor.
“Mom,” Lin said more softly this time. “Are you okay?”
Your heart squeezed.
You hadn't expected this. You'd spent the entire day worrying they would think you were too old to have another baby, that they'd be embarrassed, annoyed, maybe even offended that their parents were starting all over again.
Instead, they'd skipped right past every possibility and landed on the one that terrified them most. Losing you to something awful.
You fiddled with your pant leg in an attempt to distract yourself from the anxiety rising in your belly. You coukd feel Toph's energy from the other side of the room, silently telling you to spit it out already before the girls really start to think somethings wrong.
“No,” You answered, your voice barely above a whisper. “I'm not sick.”
Neither of them relaxed after hearing your words. Su leaned forward on the couch. “Then what's going on?”
You let out a nervous laugh, though it came out shakier than you intended.
“I've been throwing up because…” You glanced at Toph, who simply shrugged as if to say See? Told you this would've been easier if you'd just said it. “I'm pregnant.”
The room got eerily silent as you waited for your daughter's honest reactions.
Lin was the first to speak, her brows slowly pulled together as if she'd heard the words perfectly but her brain had decided to reject them anyway. “What?”
“I'm pregnant,” You repeated, unable to stop the small, nervous smile tugging at your lips.
Your children stared at you as if you had suddent grown two heads and Toph folded her arms across her chest, looking far too pleased with herself.
“Took you long enough,” She muttered. “I've been waiting all day for you to spit it out and tell them already.”
Neither daughter acknowledged Toph's comment. They were too stunned to formulate words and you understood this was alot for then and gave them the necessary time they needed to work through it.
“You're serious?” Su whispered.
You nodded. “I went to the healer a few days ago. We wanted to be certain before telling you.”
“But-” Su opened her mouth and closed it again, pointing between you and Toph in disbelief. “You're-you're having a baby?”
Toph snorted from beside her. “Pretty sure that's what pregnant means, honey.”
Lin finally found her voice. “How?”
Toph turned toward the sound with the flattest expression imaginable. “When two women love each other very much-..”
“Oh, spirits, I know how babies are made,” Lin groaned, dragging a hand down her face. “That's not what I meant.”
A grin spread across Toph's face, she'd never tire of teasing her children. “Then ask a better question.”
For the first time since you'd paused the movie, a laugh escaped you. The tension eased, if only for a moment.
“What did you mean, sweetheart?” You asked gently.
Lin rubbed the back of her neck, suddenly looking far less composed than she had a minute ago.
“It's just,” Her eyes darted toward Su, silently pleading for help, but for perhaps the first time in her life, her younger sister had absolutely nothing to say. “You guys aren't exactly getting any younger.”
“Ouch.” You replied dramatically, placing a hand over your heart.
The joke landed, earning a snort from Toph and the ghost of a smile from Su, but beneath your playful tone you had to swallow the lump rising in your throat. You knew Lin hadn't meant to hurt your feelings. She never would. Still, hearing your daughter's first reaction boiled down to your age stung more than you cared to admit.
Lin noticed the shift almost as soon as it happened. “Mom,” She started quietly. “I didn't mean it like that.”
Your eyes stung with tears that you refused to let fall. “I know.”
“No, I don't think you do.” She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees as she searched for the right words. For someone who spent every day giving orders and handling impossible situations at work, this conversation had left her fumbling.
“It's not because I think you're too old to have another baby,” Lin said carefully. “It's because you're my mom.”
The room stayed silent, letting her continue.
“I grew up watching you take care of everyone else.” Her gaze flickered toward Toph before settling back on you. “You barely slept when Su was little. You worked yourself into the ground making sure we had everything we needed. You always put us first.”
She paused, drawing in a slow breath. “And now you've finally gotten to a point where things are easier.”
You listened without interrupting, your heart thundering in your chest as her words warshed over you.
“I'm twenty-two,” Lin continued. “Su's almost an adult. You don't have diapers anymore. No midnight feedings. No toddlers climbing all over the furniture. You and Mom were finally getting your lives back.”
Her voice softened.
“So when you said you were pregnant.” She shook her head with a quiet laugh. “My first thought wasn't 'that's weird.' It was..” She looked down at the floor for a second before meeting your eyes again. “Are they really starting over?”
Your eyes burned, Before you could answer, Su finally found her voice. “I kind of thought the same thing.”
Everyone looked toward her, She hugged one of the throw pillows against her chest, suddenly seeming much younger than seventeen.
“I wasn't thinking about your age.” She grimaced. “Well, maybe a little.”
“Thanks,” You deadpanned.
Suyin winced, “Sorry.”
A tiny smile tugged at your lips, encouraging her to continue.
“I just,” She sighed. “I guess I always imagined it'd just be us. Me, Lin, you, and Mama.” Her fingers tightened around the pillow. “Everything's gonna change now.”
There it was, not judgment or embarrassment. It was fear of the unknown, that the family she'd always known was about to become something unfamiliar.
You crossed the room before either of them could say another word. Kneeling in front of the couch, you reached out and took one of Su's hands before extending the other toward Lin.
“This baby isn't replacing either of you.” You tell them firmly, your voice conveying just how serious you were.
“You don't stop being our children because another one is coming.” Your thumb brushed over Su's knuckles. “There isn't a limit to how much your mama and I can love.”
Toph gave a quiet hum of agreement from the couch behind you. “If anything,” She added, “you're both getting promoted.”
Su blinked. “Promoted?’
“Yeah.” A grin spread across Toph's face. “Congratulations. You're a pair of big sisters.”
Lin let out a breath that sounded suspiciously close to a laugh. “I've been a big sister for seventeen years.”
“Now you're gonna be even bigger.” Toph says simply.
“Mama.” Lin started, shaking her head.
“What?” Toph shrugged innocently. “I thought it sounded inspirational.”
Su groaned, burying her face in the pillow. “That was so bad.”
“It was,” Lin agreed.
Toph looked thoroughly pleased with herself anyway. You shook your head, smiling despite the tears gathering in your eyes.
“They're both still in shock,” Toph said, tilting her head toward you. “Give 'em a minute. They haven't figured out they're happy yet.”
Neither Lin nor Su denied it and for now fhat was okay.
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It was a quiet night at home. You sat at the kitchen table with what Toph had affectionately started calling your latest culinary crime—a steaming bowl of extra spicy ramen loaded with shredded chicken, a plate of green grapes on the side, and a cup of hot jasmine tea. Six months into the pregnancy, your cravings had only become stranger. Some days you wanted pickles dipped in honey. Other days it was smoked fish with sweet pastries. Tonight, for reasons neither of you could begin to understand, your stomach had decided scorching noodles, juicy grapes, and tea belonged together.
Toph sat across from you with her own much less offensive dinner, her nose wrinkling every time another wave of chili-laced steam drifted across the table.
“I don't know how you're eating that,” She muttered, leaning back in her chair. “My eyes are watering just sitting here.”
“It isn't that spicy.” You shrugged, holding the chopsticks up to her lips. “You want a taste?”
Toph scooted her chair further away from you creating more distance. “Hell no!”
You lifted another tangled bite of noodles with your chopsticks, blowing on them before taking a contented mouthful. “You're just dramatic.”
“Says the woman eating lava.” You only smiled around another bite, reaching for a grape afterward as though the combination made perfect sense.
Toph tilted her head in your direction, a grin slowly pulling at the corner of her mouth. “That's disgusting by the way.”
“Good thing it's not for you then.” You laughed, rubbing your hand absentmindedly over the curve of your stomach. The baby gave a small kick beneath your palm, earning another thoughtful tilt of Toph's head.
“I think this one's finally breaking the earthbender streak,” You said, smiling to yourself. “We're finally getting another firebender in this family.”
“Absolutely not.” Toph didn't even hesitate. She rested one elbow on the table, her bare foot lightly touching the floor beneath her chair. Though she couldn't see your belly, her seismic sense had become almost second nature throughout your pregnancy. Every tiny stretch, every roll, every energetic kick echoed through the vibrations she felt. “She feels like an earthbender.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Feels like an earthbender?”
Toph nodded, “Mhm.”
“And what exactly does an earthbender fetus feel like?” You asked honestly.
Toph pointed toward your stomach with complete confidence. “Stubborn.”
You laughed. “They're all stubborn.”
“Not like this one.” Toph folded her arms. “This kid plants herself in one spot for half the day, then decides she's gonna elbow every organ you've got because she doesn't feel like moving around them.”
“She's making room.” You defended playfully.
Toph didn't miss a beat. “She's declaring territory.”
You snorted, amusement shining in your eyes. “I think she's a firebender.”
Toph paused mid bite. “Oh?”
“Think about what she's done to me.” You gestured toward your dinner even though you knew she couldn't see you do it. “I've spent six months inhaling anything spicy enough to make normal people cry.”
“You've always liked spicy food.” Toph pointed out, not yet believing your argument.
“Not enough to put chili oil on noodles that already came with chili oil.” You tell her, swirling more noodles around your chopsticks.
Her shoulder dropped a fraction. “Fair point.”
You looked positively smug.
“And she runs hot.” You tugged lightly at the collar of your shirt. “Everyone else is cold while I'm opening windows in the middle of winter.”
Toph waved you off. “Pregnancy does that.”
“I also burned breakfast yesterday.” You responded, grasping at straws now as toph completely dissected each argument.
Toph laughed, the sound warm enough to fill the kitchen. “Now you're just saying stuff.”
You leaned back in your chair, rubbing your stomach again as another kick landed against your ribs.
“There,” You declared triumphantly. “Did you feel that? That was a firebender kick.”
Toph's expression didn't change. “Nope.”
“It was.” You insisted.
“Earthbender.”
You narrowed your eyes at her, you could do this all day. “Fire.”
She turned her head in your direction, her sightless eyas meeting you head on. “Earth.”
“She kicked because she agreed with me.”
Toph barked out a laugh. “She kicked because she heard you talking nonsense.”
“Oh, so now she understands conversations?” You huffed, a pout forming on your lips.
“I've been talking to her for months.” Toph's voice had dropped into something quieter, more intimate.
You still wouldn't let up even when the tone she was using made your heart skip a beat. “So have I.”
“Yeah,” Toph said with a grin. “And every time I tell her she's gonna be an earthbender, she settles down.”
You gasped. “That's because she's waiting for me to defend her.”
Toph pushed her chair back before walking around the table, stopping beside you. One hand rested gently over yours on your stomach, her smile softening despite the playful argument.
The baby shifted beneath both your palms, slowing down just enough for the ache in your lower back to ease.
“There,” Toph said, her voice nice and smug as her point was proven once again. “See? She's already calmed down just by my presence.”
You rolled your eyes. “I felt a little spark.”
“You imagined it.” Toph says, rubbing soothing circles across your belly.
Your eyes fluttered shut as you leaned back in your chair, enjoying the feel of her hand soothing both you and your child. “You refuse to admit I'm right.”
“Because you aren't and that's okay baby we all make mistakes.”
You leaned your forehead against her shoulder with a quiet laugh. “I can't wait until this baby's born.”
“Me neither.” Toph whispered, her voice full of affection.
“So I can prove you wrong.” You added, ruining the tender moment.
Toph smirked, brushing a kiss against the top of your head.
“Or,” She said, “You'll spend the next twenty years raising the most stubborn little earthbender this family's ever seen.”
“And if she's a firebender?” You asked, glancing up at her.
Toph's grin only widened. “Then I'll know she got her attitude from you.”
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You were stretched out on one of the lounge chairs beneath the warm afternoon sun, content to let the breeze drift lazily through the gardens of Zaofu. It had been far too long since the entire family had gathered in one place without politics, police work, or world-ending disasters pulling everyone in different directions.
Suyin had insisted everyone visit for the week, and somehow she had even convinced Lin to step away from her responsibilities with the precinct and watching over the new Avatar.
The peace, however, didn't extend to the training courtyard.
Your youngest daughter, Rin, fourteen years old and stubborn enough to rival both of her mothers, was training alongside her older sisters while Toph paced the edge of the arena. Retirement had never suited her. She still carried herself with the same confidence that had once commanded an entire police force.
Time had left its mark in subtle, beautiful ways. Fine lines framed her mouth whenever she smiled, delicate crow's feet gathered at the corners of her pale green eyes, and her dark hair was now streaked generously with silver that hung in a long braid that rested against the middle of her back. Age hadn't diminished her in the slightest. If anything, it had made her more striking. There was a quiet strength to her now, earned through decades of protecting her family and helping shape an entire city.
“Again,” Toph called, planting her feet firmly into the ground. “Quit thinking so hard.”
“I am trying!” Rin growled, her legs faltering in the stance Toph had her in.
“I know you're trying. So stop and just do as I say.” Toph barked, her arms folded behind her back as she scrutinized her daughter's posture through the soles of her feet.
Rin groaned loud enough for everyone to hear. “That doesn't even make sense!”
“It does if you stop overthinking every little movement.” Toph snapped back just as fiercely. Out of all of her children, Toph and Rin collided the most. She had your fiery spirit down to a tea.
A loud clang echoed across the courtyard as another sheet of metal refused to respond.
From beside you came an exaggerated sigh. Suyin flopped into the empty lounge chair, wiping sweat from the back of her neck before reaching for the pitcher of iced tea sitting between you.
“Rin looks about five seconds away from crying because she still can't metalbend,” Su admitted quietly, all traces of her usual teasing gone. “I hate seeing her like this.”
You looked toward the training grounds. Rin stood rigidly in place, shoulders tight, jaw clenched so firmly you could see the muscles twitching from where you sat. Every failed attempt seemed to chip away at her confidence a little more.
“She's a late bloomer,” You said gently, though the reassurance felt painfully familiar.
The words carried a weight of guilt you couldn't hide. You knew exactly what it was like growing up surrounded by impossible expectations. Lin had become one of the greatest metalbenders in history. Su had mastered styles most people spent decades learning. Every lesson Rin attended came with comparisons she never asked for.
She wasn't trying to become better than her sisters. She was simply desperate not to fall behind them.
“I remember feeling like that,” Su confessed, watching Rin from across the courtyard. “Not with metalbending... but with Mom.”
You glanced toward her, your eyes softening.
“I spent years thinking I'd never be enough for her.” She added, the impossible standards that came with being a beifong will always be a burden your children will carry despite raising them not to care what others think.
You reached out for her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “You were.”
“I know that now.” Su smiled faintly, a distant look in her eyes. “Rin doesn't.”
Another metallic groan rang through the courtyard. Toph crouched beside Rin, saying something too quiet for either of you to hear.
Rin nodded and you watched as she took a breath. Your daughter planted her feet into the earth perfectly only for the metal panel not to move at all, not even a twitch.
Just when Toph was about to comment something that would definitely make things worse the teenager finally snapped.
“I'M TRYING!” Rin shouted, tears stinging her eyes as she slammed both fists toward the earth.
The courtyard trembled under her rage, At first it looked like an ordinary earthbending strike. Then the stone beneath Rin's feet cracked apart and orange light burst through the fractures.
“Mom?" Su whispered.
The cracks widened and split open like spider webs. Heat rolled across the courtyard in suffocating waves as glowing molten rock forced its way through the training floor, turning solid stone into rivers of brilliant orange.
For one impossible moment nobody moved. Lin stared wide eyed and Su's jaw dropped. Even you found yourself frozen in complete disbelief before your maternal instinct kicked in and you were on your feet and across the yard before you could blink.
“She's a Lava bender.” Lin breathed, fascinated.
The realization struck everyone at once. Rin hadn't failed to metalbend, She had just discovered an entirely different talent.
Unfortunately for all of you, She had no idea how to stop it and it terrified her.
“Mama!” Rin cried, stumbling backward as another stream of molten stone spread across the arena. “I-I can't control it!”
Panic flooded her face and your heart hammered in your chest. You couldn't reach them, not with the lava pooling. You were a fire bender yourself, but it seemed the more terrified she became the more it spread amd you couldn't cool it all.
Every frightened breath only made the lava surge farther, swallowing chunks of the training grounds. “I can't stop!”
“Rin.” Toph's voice cut cleanly through the chaos. The single word carried decades of authority. “You're okay, just focus on me.”
Rin's frantic breathing faltered, she listened to her mama, tears streaming down her cheeks freely now. “I'm scared..”
“I know.” Toph sighed, her voice low, still keeping the same calm.
Rin's eyes left her mother as the heat intensified around them. “It's spreading!”
“Lava does that.” She said plainly.
"I don't know what I'm doing!"
Toph stepped closer without a trace of hesitation, stopping only a few feet from the glowing river separating them.
“You don't,” She agreed calmly, another pulse of lava rippled outward. “But you know what?”
Rin shook her head desperately.
“Neither did I.” Toph rested one bare foot against the stone as she continued to calm Rin down.
“When I invented metalbending, you think I knew what I was doing?” Toph asked, a crooked smile tugging at her lips. “I made it up as I went.”
Rin let out a shaky laugh despite herself.
“You don't need to be your sisters.” Toph tells her gently, “Just be you Rin, that is all I have ever wanted.”
Lin stepped forward. “She's right.”
Su joined her, cupping her hands around her mouth. “You hear us, Rin? You're doing something none of us can!”
“You've already done the impossible,” Lin called out to her sister. “Now breathe.”
“You've got this!” Su added. “We're not going anywhere!”
Rin swallowed hard, the fear was still there, but so was her family.
Toph nodded once, feeling the tension leave her daughter's shoulders. “Feel the stone beneath the heat.”
Rin closed her eyes, her heart was hammering in her chest and she listened to the earth and focused on the things around her she could control, which was her breathing.
“The lava isn't your enemy,” Toph said steadily. “It's still earth. Slower. Heavier. Listen to it.”
Rin sucked in another breath, zeroing in to the sound of her mother's voice.
“The same way I taught you to feel every stone under your feet.”
The molten rock quivered ans the ground groaned beneath her feet as she followed her mother's careful instructions.
“Good.” Toph hummed, “Now guide it.”
The glowing current hesitated at first under her unsteady hands. Then, inch by inch, the lava began to retreat. The brilliant orange dulled as it cooled, hardening back into black volcanic stone that spread across the ruined courtyard in jagged patterns.
Nobody spoke until the final ribbon of molten earth solidified. Rin opened her twaeful eyes, her shoulders shaking as terror still flowed through her. “I did it?”
Toph's grin was impossible to hide. “No.” She walked across the newly formed stone and pulled her youngest daughter into a fierce hug. “You did something even better.”
Rin buried her face against her mother's shoulder, sobbing into her chest as her body shook with each wretched cry.
“You found your own path and I'm so proud of you.” Toph tells her affectionately.
Behind them, Su whooped loud enough for the entire city to hear while Lin, usually so composed, actually laughed before wrapping both of them in a crushing embrace.
You remained where you were for only a moment longer, your own eyes misting over as you watched your family gathered together in the center of the courtyard.
Rin had spent years believing she was falling behind her sisters. None of you had realized she had simply been walking toward a destiny that belonged to her alone.
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Later that night, after the laughter from dinner had faded and the rest of the family had retired to their own rooms, you and Toph finally escaped to the quiet of your bedroom.
Moonlight spilled through the open balcony doors, painting silver streaks across the polished floor while the distant sounds of Zaofu settled into a peaceful hush. The air carried the scent of fresh rain and flowering vines from the gardens below.
Toph stepped out of the adjoining bathroom, a towel draped loosely around her shoulders. Damp strands of silver-streaked hair clung to the back of her neck as droplets traced lazy paths down her shoulders before disappearing beneath the collar of her sleep shirt.
Decades had softened some of the sharper edges of her face, leaving gentle lines thst were reminders of every laugh she'd shared, and battle she had survived against all odds. She was older now, but no less formidable and it was moments like this where you really got to appreciate her.
She paused in the doorway, feeling your gaze piercing through her from where she stood. “I can feel you giving me that look.”
You glanced up from your spot on the edge of the bed, trying and failing to suppress the grin spreading across your face. “What look?”
“The one that says you're about to become insufferable,” Toph said.
“I have no idea what you're talking about.”
“You do.” She crossed the room, stopping directly in front of you. “I can practically hear the smugness radiating off you.”
You tapped your chin, “I was just thinking.”
“Dangerous pastime.”
You laughed, leaning forward. “I was thinking,” You began, dropping your voice to a sweet, mocking tone, “that I was technically right.”
Toph folded her arms, her head tilting slightly. “About what exactly?”
You tipped your chin up, amusement warming your voice. “Rin's a firebender.”
Toph let out an exaggerated scoff, rolling her eyes. “No.”
You blinked innocently. “Pretty sure lava glows and burns things, last I checked.” You spread your hands wide, leaning into her space. “So..”
Toph reached out with practiced accuracy, flicking your forehead hard enough to snap your head back. “So, she's not a firebender.”
“Violence isn't an argument,” You grumbled, rubbing the sore spot while shooting your wife a glare she couldn't see.
“It is when you're wrong,” She shot back instantly, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.
You snorted, shifting your weight on the mattress. “You've spent fourteen years insisting she'd end up just like you.”
“And she did.”
“Did she?” At your quiet question, Toph's posture shifted. The playful defiance softened, and her shoulders dropped. The fierce confidence that usually defined her gave way to a quiet, vulnerable stillness.
“She's an earthbender,” Toph said softly, her voice carrying a warmth reserved only for her family. “She just found a road neither of us expected.”
She stepped closer and sank onto the edge of the bed beside you, the mattress dipping under her weight. Her shoulder brushed yours, a steady, grounding presence.
“Lava isn't fire, and it isn't ordinary earth, either.” She stated, as if convincing herself as much as you.
“I know,” You replied gently, dropping the teasing act entirely.
Toph shifted further up the bed and leaned back against the metal headboard, staring blankly ahead with those unseeing pale eyes, though you knew she was processing every vibration in the room. “She's in a category of her own.”
The pride in her voice was impossible to miss. It was a tone she rarely used, reserved only for monumental moments and this certainly counted as one.
You shifted closer, resting your head lightly against her shoulder. “I've never heard you sound so impressed. And you've trained hundreds of earthbenders, baby.”
“Mhm,” She murmured, her hand finding yours on the blanket and squeezing it briefly.
“But today..”
“Today,” Toph finished for you, her voice dropping to a low, reverent whisper, “I experienced my daughter discovering something that can't be taught.”
Silence settled comfortably between you, the ambient sounds of Zaofu humming faintly outside the window.
“I thought she was going to panic herself into passing out.” You admitted with a quiet laugh, you could still feel some of the residual adrenaline in your chest as your daughters terrified face flashed in your mind.
“The only thing going through my mind was that if she didn't stop she was going to melt half the city,” Toph commented dryly, her grip on your hand tightening.
You lifted your head from her shoulder, looking at her profile in surprise. “You looked awfully calm out there.”
“I wasn't.” Toph shook her head, her jaw tightening as she stared blankly at the wall. “I was terrified.”
The confession was so unexpected that it left you momentarily speechless. Toph rarely admitted to being scared of anything.
“I couldn't let her hear that,” She continued, her voice dropping to a rare, gritty vulnerability. “If I'd panicked, she would've panicked harder.”
“Well, you fooled me,” You sighed. “You knew exactly what to say to ground her.”
“But I didn't through.” She muttered, a self-deprecating smirk flashing across her face before vanishing. “I guessed and surprisingly it worked.”
You smiled, leaning your temple against hers. “It was a very good guess, Toph.”
She squeezed your hand again, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she wrapped her arms securely around you. “I've learned a few things after raising three daughters. They don't need me to have every answer. They just need to believe I do.”
A soft knock interrupted the quiet of the room. Three hesitant, uneven taps vibrated through the wood.
Rin looked almost guilty for disturbing you, one hand was gripping the edge of the door while the other nervously twisted the sleeve of her nightshirt.
“Am I bothering you?” The uncertainty in her voice caught both of you off guard. Your youngest was many things- stubborn, determined, loud when she wanted to be, but hesitant was rarely one of them.
“Never.” You said warmly, softening your expression to let her know she was always welcome.
Toph patted the empty space on the mattress beside her. “Get in here, kid.”
Rin slipped into the room, letting the door click shut before padding softly across the floor. She climbed onto the bed with far less of her usual confident swagger, moving hesitantly before settling right between the two of you without a word. For a long moment, she simply stared down at her palms, turning them over as if expecting to see the glowing lava materialize out of thin air.
“I-.” She swallowed hard, her voice trembling. “I keep thinking about today.”
Toph stayed quiet, dropping her hand to the mattress to feel the subtle vibrations of Rin’s uneven breathing, giving her the space she needed to speak.
“What if I lose control again?” Rin asked softly, her shoulders hunching inward. “What if next time I hurt someone?”
You wrapped a reassuring arm around her shoulders, drawing her small frame close against your side. “You didn't hurt anyone today, sweetie.”
“But I could have,” Her bottom lip wobbled, the raw fear finally breaking through. You both knew she couldn't hurt a fly. But Rin was only fourteen and you understood how scary this must be for her especially given how she discovered it on accident.
Toph shifted, reaching over to rest a heavy, steady hand on her daughter's knee. “That's exactly why we train. Lavabending's no different from anything else. It's new, and it's scary. And until this morning, you didn't even know you could do it.”
Rin looked up, searching Toph's blind, pale eyes for any sign of deceit. “So... you don't think I'm dangerous?”
Toph gave a quiet, affectionate huff, a proud smirk breaking across her face. “Kid,” She said, reaching over to rough up Rin's hair until it stood on end. “I think you're a Beifong.”
For the first time since she'd poked her head through the door, a genuine laugh broke through Rin's anxiety. The nervous tension finally melted from her shoulders as she leaned heavily into both of you, letting herself just be a kid instead of carrying the weight of being extraordinary.
AN: Yall be having auch great ideas . Tysm anon for sending this in.
I love the way you write Toph! Here's some fluff idea inspired by your last post.
Reader is a bookworm, and Toph doesn't get it because why would you rather spend your time with your nose into some book instead of doing something more fun like sparring????
So reader offers to read to her, and Toph somehow ends up snuggled up to her neck while reader recites the story to her and strokes her arm or hair, and omg why does reader smell so nice?? And the sound of her voice is so soothing too???
Bonus point if they are not even dating, just on the crushing phase🩷
toph beifong x you
toph does not understand the appeal of books at first.
you'll be sitting peacefully with your book, fully immersed, and she'll just stand there with her arms crossed like you personally betrayed her.
"wow. sounds thrilling. truly, i'm shaking." she keeps trying to lure you away from reading with increasingly dramatic offers. "wanna spar?"
"no, toph."
"wanna go throw rocks at something?"
"no"
"wanna go throw rocks at sokka?"
".... tempting, but no."
she acts like your book is her romantic rival. she has beef with it (one-sided beef, but still), if you smile at a line while reading, she immediately points at you. "oh, so that's funny? but when i say genius things, you tell me to stop interrupting."
toph pretends she thinks reading is boring, but she's also deeply nosy, she'll be like i don't care while absolutely hovering nearby, trying to figure out why you gasped at chapter seven.
eventually, you offer to read to her, she scoffs so hard it should legally count as bending.
"what, you're gonna tuck me in too?" but she doesn't leave, in fact, she sits down-very much not interested-except she keeps asking questions every five seconds. "wait, why is he lying?"
"toph, i just read that part."
"yeah, and he's bad at it, i can tell."
she is the WORST person to read mystery stories to because she keeps guessing the plot twists way too early.
"this guy did it."
"you don't know that."
"his footsteps are suspicious."
"toph, there are no footsteps, this is a book."
at first, she sits beside you with this exaggerated bored expression, but slowly, she ends up closer.
first her shoulder brushes yours. then her knee is pressed against your leg. then she's leaning against your side like it was completely inevitable and not at all something she chose to do.
if you pause, she complains. "why'd you stop?"
"you said this was boring."
"well, i'm bored when you're not reading now."
toph absolutely does not know what to do with how soothing your voice is. she makes fun of it to survive.
"you always sound this fancy when you read, or are you trying to impress me?"
"is it working?"
"no."
it is working.
the first time you stroke her arm absentmindedly while reading, she freezes, you almost stop, worried you made her uncomfortable, but she just grumbles, "didn't say stop."
so you don't, and that's how toph discovers she likes being read to while being gently touched, which is deeply inconvenient for her entire personality.
she starts making excuses to get you to read to her. "your weird little paper drama, continue it."
"you mean the book?"
"yeah, the thing with the fake people and emotional damage."
(she slowly becomes addicted to the routine).
you reading softly, your fingers carding through her hair, her cheek tucked near your shoulder or neck, pretending she's only there because "the gravity is more comfortable in this spot."
sure, toph.
she gets very quiet when she's snuggled up to you, which is how you know she's absolutely losing the battle against her crush.
and the best part is that you smell nice. toph hates this development.
sometimes she'll hide her face against your neck and mutter complaints into your skin. "this is still boring."
"you asked me to read."
"yeah, because you get all smiley when you do it."
"you like when i smile?"
"don't get cocky, scroll goblin."
she definitely gives you ridiculous nicknames. scroll goblin, book gremlin, boba bun. but she says them with this stupid little grin that makes it very obvious she's fond of you.
if the gaang walks in and catches her curled up against you, she immediately becomes a menace;
sokka: "are you two cuddling?"
toph—still fully cuddling you: "no. i'm holding them hostage."
katara: "you look very comfortable."
toph: "interrogation tactic."
aang: "what are you interrogating them about?"
toph: "book crimes."
she refuses to admit she likes the romantic parts. she'll interrupt every tender confession with gagging. "ugh. just kiss already!"
"you want them to kiss?"
"i want efficiency! this is painful! i'm done with you, guys."
but if the characters actually kiss, she goes suspiciously still. and if your voice gets a softer during romantic scenes, she suddenly finds the gravity is very interesting. whatever.
toph is absolutely the type to tease you for blushing while she is also blushing.
"you nervous, pudding pop?"
"toph, your ears are red."
"my ears just have to act up whenever the weather gets hot."
"but it's literally the middle of winter right now...."
"i know, i'm blind, so remembering things isn't exactly my strongest sport."
"but blindness doesn't have anything to do with memory, though...."
"i know! the point is, i'm blind! like, what is wrong with these people? anyway, your whole face is stupid."
whatever.
the crushing phase is unbearable because everyone knows except the two of you. or rather, toph knows, but she refuses to label it because feelings are annoying and she would rather punch a canyon.
she just keeps choosing you, sitting next to you, asking you to read, leaning into your touch, and pretending she doesn't care while somehow remembering every single detail of your favorite stories.
one day, you mention a character from a book you read weeks ago, and toph immediately goes, "that idiot? i hated him." you stare at her, she shrugs. "what? i listen."
and that's the thing.
she does listen. to the stories, to your voice, to the way your breathing changes when you're trying not to laugh, to the little pauses you take before your favorite lines.
overall, toph beifong may act like she doesn't get books, but she gets you.
a/n: anon, my beloved, i’m so sorry this took a little while to answer i was fighting for my life with some digestive issues lmaoooo. but thank you for sending this in!! i love you and i hope you like it! <3
