I said I’d give a detailed account of what happened after my little break from social media. So, I’m doing fine now. I’ve pulled myself together, went out into nature, had a delicious meal, and took lots of beautiful photos of the outdoors. My loved ones supported me and helped me get out of that unpleasant state.
I’ll admit, those comments about pedophilia really… got to me. Why? Because I’m one of the most ardent haters of pedophiles. And when I was lumped in with those disgusting people just because of one harmless drawing of mine, it made me feel sick. I really tried to hold it together and ignore the haters. I handled it perfectly in the SasuHina fandom and ignored the haters... But recently this year, two people wrote something unpleasant and horrible to me (I don’t want to say it out loud). And then in the Avatar fandom, it became my last straw, and I... couldn’t hold back. I didn’t want to go online, and I didn’t want to give the haters the satisfaction of showing them that they really did make me cry 😅 But now I’m talking about it because I’m not ashamed to talk about how I feel. Because the only people who should feel ashamed are those crazy haters. Although most of these haters have no moral principles, and they don’t care who they hurt. They just need to selfishly vent all their negativity on others. And that’s why I don’t care how they feel either.
So, I’m feeling better now! And I’ve strengthened my resilience once again 💪✨
I don't care what anyone thinks—I love all my drawings! I posted Zutoph here on purpose, but I didn’t plan on it at first—this account was meant for my Naruto drawings. By the way, I won’t be back until mid-June. Thanks to everyone for your supportive comments; I wanted to reply to each of you individually at first, but I decided to make one post and thank you all here 🫶🌻
adult zuko x f!reader x toph beifong
warnings: 18+ nsfw, porn without plot, heavy power play, mean dom!toph, sadist!toph, softdom!zuko, angry!zuko, bratty sub!reader, brat taming obvi, ownership, humiliation, face slapping, hair pulling, degradation, name calling, edging, nipple play, orgasm denial, rough & feral sex, p in v sex, face riding, toph x zuko moments, mommy/daddy kink, cunnilingus, creampie, improper use of earthbending and firebending, and i’m probably missing more
summary: you keep testing zuko, causing fuss after fuss, and you won’t listen to him no matter what he tries, leaving him at a loss of what to do. until the real brat taming master walks in and shows him how it’s done.
wc: 4.8k // art creds: clumsy_nik & divider by @ cursed-carmine
author’s note: i’m ovulating, so consider this my +1k special muah muah ! play your sexy playlist & dig in ᢉ𐭩
you and zuko had finally gotten home after a long dinner party at the fire palace.
though you were both in entirely different moods; a big, satisfied smile on your face, and a deeply frustrated frown on zuko’s.
you opened the door, hand splayed on the wall for support as you lazily undid the tight straps of your heels, hyper aware of your fuming boyfriend glaring daggers into the back of your head.
you shoot him an innocent glance over your shoulder, your smile bordering on taunting, “is everything okay, my darling? you don’t seem so well.”
amber eyes pierce through your very soul, blazing with irritation. any normal person would be cowering and pleading for forgiveness by now, facing such obvious anger from the fire lord— but you could see past that front.
despite his royal status and gruff appearance pointing towards the opposite, zuko was actually a very gentle lover in private.
he’d never laid a hand on you, no matter what you did. were you a little mean for exploiting that to unleash your maximum brattiness? maybe.
but the sight of him so worked up and helpless always turned you on so badly, and his attempts at getting you to behave were just so fun each and every time.
your feet slip into your fuzzy slippers as you step further into the house, and an exasperated groan escapes zuko’s throat.
“why? seriously, why do you do this, my love?” he pinches his nose bridge, trying to even out his breathing. “i’ve told you time and time again that i do not tolerate misbehavior at formal gatherings.”
you hum, in the kitchen now, opening the fridge for something to eat, “i did nothing wrong, zu.”
he huffs, quickly closing the distance and brutally shoving the fridge door shut, his bulk towering over you. “nothing? you call teasing my attendants, purposefully hiking up your dress in front of everyone, flirting with most of the guests — nothing? that’s all nothing to you, my love? i had to personally apologize to so many people for your weird behavior tonight.”
puffs of steam hit your face as he rants, but all that does is make you more smug. you bat your lashes up at him, “i’ve just had one too many drinks, zu. i didn’t mean to.”
his brows furrow, “i watched your wine glass the entire time. you didn’t drink enough to act like that, sweetheart.”
you also liked how the terms of endearment never left his mouth, even when scolding you.
you shrug, grabbing a nearby water bottle and walking off again. “whoops, then.”
“you—you’re impossible!” his voice almost cracks, and you hide your victory grin behind your bottle, heading towards the stairs.
you take a refreshing sip, soothing the slight scratchiness of your throat from the alcohol.
“having a hard time with her again, sparky?”
you choke on your water, followed suit by an intense coughing fit as you trip over yourself, the liquid spilling everywhere.
you scramble up on your knees, hesitantly twisting your head behind you.
oh no.
no no no.
“she’s been a nightmare,” zuko sighs in defeat when toph walks over from where she was quietly seated in the living room the entire time.
her arm snakes around his strong waist, a delighted grin plastered on her face as she looks down at you, gaze accurately pinning you down from the sound of your now erratic breathing. “yeah? well, you’re the one who enables her, zuko.”
your eyes nervously dart between them both, extremely puzzled. why was she here?
it was thursday. in your arrangement, thursdays were for you and zuko only.
toph wasn’t supposed to be here.
she gives him a pat on the back before stepping over to where you were, gait slow and assured.
you crawl back in panic, but your movements are quickly halted when she earthbends the ground under you to lock your limbs into place.
“confused?” she kneels down to your height, tilting her head mockingly. “it’s past midnight, princess. which means, it’s friday now. and oh, remind me, who’s in charge of you in fridays again?”
she smiles, and it’s pure evil.
you immediately break out into a cold sweat, your trembling lips rendering you a stammering mess. “n—no wait, this doesn’t count! i—i was with zuko all day, i didn’t—”
he scoffs, throwing his arms up in the air. “now, you’re scared? do my words and warnings mean nothing to you at all?”
you’re about to take it all back and apologize to him when she cuts you off with a loud cackle, “don’t be jealous, sparky.”
you flinch when her rough hand comes down to ruffle your hair thoroughly, like you were some misbehaving dog. she grins, all teeth, “you’re just too gentle on her. but don’t worry, i’ll take good care of that for you.”
zuko sighs again, coming to stand next to toph as he brushes his thick, disheveled hair back, staring you down with suffocating disappointment. “i just hoped she’d be more cooperative. you know i don’t like using violence, toph.”
“violence’s too strong a word..” she coos, patting your cheek softly and you almost melt into her touch, before the pat quickly morphs into a head-whipping slap, her palm striking you so hard your face slams against the floor in a crashing thud and your ears begin to ring.
a sharp cry erupts from your throat and she smiles sweetly, dusting her hands before getting up. “mhm. i’d just call it.. light discipline.”
she leans down to lift your head up by your roots, like you were some grocery bag, then casually turns back to a flabbergasted zuko who can’t tear his eyes off the blooming bruise on your soft cheek.
“this,” she gives your hair another tug, relishing the pathetic yelp it coaxes from you, “is how you tame a brat, my dear zuko.”
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toph forces you to crawl all the way to your bedroom, the sole of her foot nudging your ass if your pace slackens, and you want to die from the sheer embarrassment.
nothing about this was fair. at all.
you hadn’t taken toph into account. you only did as you pleased because you were sure she wouldn’t be here.
fucking midnight — that didn’t count!! it was still not her day!
she had you on a tight leash since the beginning of your relationship, and having learned your lesson the hard way a few times, you knew better than to test her.
she was ruthless.
so unlike sweet, gentle zuko. zuko who pampered and spoiled you rotten, zuko who indulged your brattiness most of the time, zuko who you were now immensely regretting taking for granted.
“faster,” she yawns, giving your backside a light kick and feeling it jerk up against her foot. you flush harder at the utter humiliation, face as red as your bruise.
“see, zu?” she gives him a proud grin as they walk behind you. “not a word of rebuttal. i keep telling you, she can be very good if you beat some sense into her little pea brain. you just gotta show her who’s boss.”
he stays silent, but you can feel his heavy gaze on you. and you wished the ground would split open and swallow you up already.
being punished by toph was one thing — having zuko watch you get punished was a whole other one.
it was too humiliating; he was the partner you felt cockier with.
you were so smug and catty with him, and now your entire act was crumbling apart right before his very eyes.
your self-esteem was taking a huge, huge hit. one you weren’t sure how to recover from.
you’re snapped out of your self-pitying with a startled squeal, her foot coming to slot itself between your thighs this time, spreading them open as she brings the top of it up to rub against your clothed cunt.
“t—toph!” you can’t help but shamefully moan, back arching further at the friction against your damp panties, and she laughs even louder. “what the hell, you’re so filthy. what the fuck’s got you so wet already, you disgusting whore? ew, you’re getting my foot all dirty.”
and with that, she pulls it away to give your ass another kick forward.
zuko looks away, embarrassed for your own sake, though his painfully hard cock tells another story.
toph sighs, wiping the excess slick that seeped onto her foot on the back of your thighs, and you could cry from how degraded you felt and how there was nothing you could do but take it.
and the fact that this still had you a dripping mess only made shame curdle deep in your stomach.
“can’t behave,” she spits out, swiping her foot across the floor. “and can’t crawl properly. what can you even do?”
you don’t see her assume her stance until the earth under you rumbles and folds into a rippling wave that sends you straight to your shared bedroom, where you land with a squeak.
“toph,” zuko glares at her as they march forward. “don’t use rash bending on her like that.”
she merely tuts, sliding off her clothes before even reaching you, “you’re soft. this is why she disobeys you.”
“i’m not soft.” he argues, crossing his arms, and toph is already lifting your dazed self up onto the bed. “you are. you can’t even spank her.”
“hitting isn’t always the answer.”
she lays you down, your hair pooling so prettily around your head like a halo, then gives your thigh a smack to feel you jolt back into attention.
she shoots him a smug grin and shrugs, “works just fine to me.”
you swallow thickly, her nimble fingers ridding you of the expensive silks, exposing your pretty, naked body for her to mark and bruise as she pleased.
toph notices the trembling of your limbs under her, and her smile turns fond, her voice soft as her face lowers to closely hover over yours. “don’t be scared, sweet girl.”
tears prick at your eyes, and you let out a tiny whimper. “i-i didn’t do anything to you, toph.”
“you’re right,” she captures your lips into a warm, sloppy kiss — so sweet you would think her bipolar. “that’s why i’ll be gentle on you.”
her words reek of lies, but what can you do other than cling to them?
you nuzzle her calloused hand resting on your blemished cheek, allowing tears to fall down and soak her fingers, “y-you know i’d never disobey you, toph.”
“i know.” she agrees, caressing your face as her smirk grows wider, more condescending. “you fear mommy the most, don’t you?”
her hands drift to your bare breasts to cup them, and you nod eagerly, not thinking much of the question.
then zuko — who you almost forgot was even there — barks out an irritated scoff, stripping himself off his robes too. “is that how it is? out of the two of us, i’m the one who treats you best, the one who has you drenched in gold and fancy silk, the one who has never so much as raised their voice at you. and yet, i’m the one you don’t listen to?”
you wince at his harsh tone, unused to seeing him so visibly angry with you, guilt pooling in your gut. “n-no i—”
toph laughs, licking a stripe up your neck. “suck it up, sparky. i’m just that much better than you. you’re mommy’s girl through and through, aren’t you baby?”
you don’t even know who to look at, glancing between a cocky and deceptively sweet toph, and a deeply disappointed zuko, who had now joined you both on the bed, all of you only left in your underwear.
toph was usually the angry one— you didn’t know how to navigate this.
her punishment was worse, but zuko was now a highly unpredictable variable in your situation.
you never once doubted his soft spot for you, but it was hard to stay confident under such a terrifying, boiling hot man.
“my my, you’re steaming, zu.” toph lifts herself up from you to capture zuko’s lips into a filthy kiss, wisps of smoke escaping through the gaps of their mouths.
an easy moan slips out of your lips when she kneads your tits, reminding you that she was still there with you.
the kiss keeps growing more heated, less tongue and more teeth, both of them fighting for dominance.
when you see a bit of blood trickle down zuko’s lip to his chin, you frown in worry and poke at toph’s side. “g-guys i think you’re taking it too—”
both of them immediately turn to glare at you and all your words die on your tongue, their heaving chests and angry eyes sending sparks of fear and pleasure down to your throbbing clit.
“go away, toph.” zuko nudges her off, crawling over you. “this concerns me. i’ll take over.”
“suit yourself,” she sits by your head, lazily leaning back against the headboard as zuko spreads your legs open.
the motion isn’t gentle, and that’s when you realize this isn’t the usual sweet, soft zuko you know.
no no no, this wasn’t like him at all—
“i always defended you,” he spits it like venom, not bothering to look up from your puffy folds, neatly outlined through your wet panties. “i always thought toph’s methods were uncivilized, savage, undignified to use on a smart girl like you.”
a wail is ripped out of your throat when his hand cups the entirety of your cunt, heating it up just enough to warn, shy of burning you.
you’re already crying again, and you want to apologize but he decides he isn’t done speaking.
“no no, don’t bother, your words mean nothing to me anymore. time and time again, i’ve tolerated your actions and opted for gentler, more humane treatment. thought i could talk sense into your stubborn head. and what does that get me? a royal fuck-up at an important dinner. you know, maybe toph’s right. maybe you’re just a fucking mutt who needs a rough hand to actually listen.”
tears freely stream down your face, and you want to deny it all so badly. you want to defend yourself, speak up, tell him that he has it all wrong and you’ll listen — but he’s past entertaining your nonsense now.
you don’t even see his hand move until your entire body jerks up in shock as you cry out, a harsh spank landing on your swollen pussy lips.
you sob loudly, writhing and reaching for his arms to hold onto.
“well, i’ll be damned,” toph perks up next to you, pleasantly surprised, like she was commenting on a football match. “didn’t know you had it in you, sparky.”
“shut up, toph.” he glares down at you, panting, and through your teary half-lidded eyes, you swore you saw a flicker of hesitation in his blazing ones, like he wasn’t sure whether to really go through with this.
you allow yourself to soak in that brief moment, holding eye contact in hopes that you’d butter him up.
remind him you were just his princess.
that you were the girl he never laid a hand on.
zuko feels conflicted.
he wants to stop this.
he wants to hold you in his arms and litter apologetic kisses all over your fragile body.
this isn’t like him.
but he also likes this.
when he ignores the small bit of guilt prodding at the back of his mind, he really, unexpectedly, likes this.
he likes seeing those quivering lips, that hint of fear in your usually fierce eyes.
that meekness that you usually reserved for toph only.
you were vulnerable now.
you were actually listening.
no back talk, no smug remarks, no teasing — just obediently waiting for his next move.
fuck.
the sight of you so wrecked and fearful under him has his cock effortlessly straining against the thin fabric of his boxers.
it felt deranged but he couldn’t resist it anymore — he’d make it up to you later.
your hope for the soft zuko vanishes when he suddenly grabs your thighs, throwing them over his shoulders as he frees his rock hard cock, tip flushed and already leaking with too much pre-cum.
even in your state, you can’t help but drool when it slaps back against his abdomen, and you feel yourself clench around nothing.
well that “nothing” was about to become something, and way sooner than expected.
zuko always fingered you before fucking you, gently stretched you bit by bit because he knew he was too big for you, and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt his pretty, pretty girl.
but that zuko was long gone and now you scream, nails drawing blood against his delts as his thick cock bullies its way inside your tight walls with no prep at all.
“z—zuko! i-it hurts— nngh!”
“you’ll take it.” he snaps with finality, and you can’t get used to this new, mean tone of his — though your pussy clearly can. “you take toph all the time.”
“yeah, and i’m bigger.” she adds with a proud grin, casually twirling a strand of your sweat-damp hair like you weren’t almost bouncing off the bed with the force of zuko’s thrusts.
his huge hands find the back of your thighs, folding you into a mating press and you choke on your moans at the deeper angle, his fat tip kissing your cervix.
“ahh zuko!” you mewl through your cries, drool and tears soaking the pillow under you, mouth agape as he fucks you stupid, and another smack! lands on your ass.
“is this what it takes?” his palms grow hotter against the sweaty skin of your thighs, steam wafting off his body. “do i have to treat you like an animal for you to listen to me? do i have to be as savage as toph?”
she lets out a booming laugh, slapping her knee, “that’s me! you’re welcome, sparky.”
“answer me,” he orders you, ignoring toph.
you want to, but all you can do is moan like a bitch in heat and admire how beautiful he is, even with the ugly emotions stirring in his heart.
it was unfair how pretty he was — face scrunched up in anger and concentration, sweat collecting on his forehead and around his bangs, lips as red as his scar, parted open for puffs of hot air to hit your face.
maybe it was because he was the fire lord, but even in his ruthlessness, there was some sort of grace, refinement.
while toph doled out insane, crass punishment, terrifying enough to set you straight for life — zuko seemed more.. reasonable, for lack of a better word.
how even at his worst, with his control lost, he still managed to hold a level of composure you could only dream of toph possessing at her best.
cruel, cruel toph.
toph who had been awfully, oddly patient, now that you thought about it.
as if she read your mind, she suddenly groans, stretching her limbs. “okay, this isn’t that fun anymore. let me in too.”
zuko huffs, dragging a particularly high pitched yelp out of you when his dick strikes your g-spot, “it’s my night.”
“well it’s technically friday, so it’s actually mine.”
“toph.”
she sneers and grabs his shoulder, cocking an eye brow. “now now, sparky. i know you just grew a backbone, but don’t forget who still tops both of you, yeah?”
toph interrupts his reluctant grumbling, pushing him away from your face so her fingers can find you. she traces your pretty features, smudging your tears and sweat all over them, a fond smile tugging at her lips. “you always look your best when you’re fucked out. now, let me have my fun.”
her words don’t even register in your brain, too focused on her beautiful tits and bulging abs and zuko’s cock still ramming into you hard and fast.
with zuko’s head pushed further back now, she doesn’t waste time in using up the free space, and your eyes widen when she lifts herself up, her knees sinking on either side of your head.
she looks down at you, and the eye contact makes you spasm around zuko’s dick, which in turn twitches inside you.
she grins, hips hovering over your face as teasing fingers slowly tug her panties to the side, “i’m sure all that crying got you hungry, yeah?”
she leaves you no opportunity to answer — not that you could anyway, only able to mewl at your boyfriend’s furious pounding — before lowering herself on you, the smell of her gorgeous, wet pussy clouding all your other senses.
you can barely breathe, but you know better than to reject a beifong’s gift. you were very grateful.
she scoffs, giving your hair a harsh pull, “eat up, bitch. if i just wanted to sit, i’d pick a fucking sofa.”
a sharp thrust from zuko elicits a loud moan from you, which reverberates through her core and pulls a similar noise out of her.
“good,” her hips begin to rock against your face, and you start lapping at her soaked folds, drinking in her moans of pleasure mixed with zuko’s satisfied grunts, both of them about to stuff your holes soon enough.
“faster!” her grip on your hair is so tight it puts zuko’s on your hips to shame, and you find yourself crying harder as you moan and eat her out, overwhelmed by the amount of sensations engulfing your body.
your hands weakly slide up to grab toph’s waist to help please her, but they’re quickly smacked off.
“don’t touch me until i cum, slut.” she barks, fucking your face harder, and your choking only causes you to tighten around zuko, who moans and picks up the pace at the feel of your fluttering walls, his heavy balls smacking against the bruised skin of your ass.
“fuck,” she breathes out a raspy laugh, reveling in your completely wrecked noises. “no way this pathetic girl actually gives you trouble, sparky. that’s kinda embarrassing for you.”
“shut up— haah..” he trails off, his pace stuttering for a second and the next thing you feel is absurdly strong, hot gushes of white cum painting your insides white, filling you up to the brim, and your eyes cross and roll back so hard you thought you’d gone blind.
his slow rocking as he ensures you’re stuffed well and full of him has you close to cumming yourself, but just as you’re about to let go, toph quickly throws her arm behind her to push zuko off, “pull out!”
even with only one of her strong hands, he’s already pushed half out of you, and with a muffled cry from you against toph’s cunt, he pulls out as ordered, urged by the urgency in her voice.
he frowns, gently fisting himself, puzzled. “the hell, toph? what was that for?”
toph grins, resuming your face-fucking, “she was about to cum. i heard all her blood rush faster south, and of course, good girls don’t cum before their mommies, right?”
your poor pussy spams uselessly, milky pearls of zuko’s cum trickling down your slit to dampen the sheets, and he feels his cock already harden again at the sight.
toph’s moans grow louder as you sob against her, helplessly suckling and slurping at her clit, and her orgasm soon follows.
it was just like what you said earlier; toph was disgusting.
these were her methods.
your face was a mix of tears, snot, drool, and now cum. and yet, if she was allowed sight for only one moment, she’d pick this one with zero hesitation.
“good girl.” with another filthy squelch of her cunt against your mouth, she forces you to swallow all her slick, two fingers pressed against your slender throat to feel the ripple of it.
she finally lifts herself up, and you suck in a desperate breath, dragging air back into your lungs like a drowning woman.
she snickers at that, sitting on your abdomen instead, listening to your frantic, frenzied panting.
“aw,” she croons, sliding her hands up the curve of your waist to your chest again, coaxing broken whimpers out of you when she toys with your peaked nipples. “baby wants an orgasm, huh?”
you sniffle and nod, back arching as she pulls and twists your sensitive buds.
her smirk widens and it’s wicked. “well, i’m not the one you pissed off, so this isn’t up to me.”
“do you forgive her, zuko? think she deserves to cum?” one of her hands drifts behind her, past your navel and inching closer to your perked up clit.
you look up at zuko, and he’s never seen you this pitiful.
he sighs, laying by your side as he cups your bruised, tear-stained cheek, your face a filthy mess of different fluids.
you press shaky, apologetic kisses to his palm, and his thumb gently swipes under your eyelid. “are you really sorry?”
you nod desperately and he shakes his head, “i want to hear you. speak.”
toph gives your clit a warning flick, and words spill out of your lips in a flurry, “i—i’m sorry! p—please, i really am. i-i’m so sorry zuko, i swear i’ll—”
“not zuko,” he interrupts you, and now of all times, a blush tints his cheeks. “daddy.”
you blink through your daze, confused at the request. zuko never had you use titles before.
“don’t look at me like that,” he quickly huffs out, defensive. “you always call toph mommy.”
“oh please.” toph cackles, her weight heavy on your tummy. “i’m hot enough to pull it off. you can’t.”
“fuck off.” he flushes harder, and you’d find it adorable if not for your current predicament. his gaze is back on you, his grip on your face more insistent. “say it.”
“i..” your blush mimics his, and you wipe some of your tears with the back of your hand. “i-i’m sorry, daddy. i promise i won’t do it again.”
he sighs, resting his forehead against yours. “good girl. you know i don’t like seeing you hurt like this.”
you sniffle, clinging to him as much as toph’s body on your middle can allow, “y-yes. i’m so sorry, daddy. please forgive me.”
“wow, what do you know,” toph whistles playfully, like you weren’t hanging on by a thread. “you can pull it off, sparky. good job.”
he scoffs, scowling at her, “fuck you.”
“maybe on saturday.”
“daddy,” you cut them off, really not in the mood for their bickering when your orgasm was only a few touches away. you weakly tilt zuko’s face back your way, more tears pricking at your eyes. “please— i need to cum, so badly. d-do you forgive me?”
he stares at you, his gaze softening at how destroyed you look and sound.
toph hums a song, her index tapping against the very edge of your clit, carefully avoiding it, and you feel like a defendant awaiting verdict.
relief floods your entire body when he presses a chaste kiss to your quivering lips, pulling back with a small smile. “of course i forgive you.”
“cute,” toph smirks, and her touch finally, mercifully, lands on your puffy bud, and your eyes squeeze shut with joyful anticipation.
though she stops after two measly rubs, zuko’s words cutting through your haze like a guillotine. “but you won’t cum tonight.”
what?
“no!” you cry out when toph gets off you with a delighted guffaw, and you don’t know who to beg anymore. “p-please, you can’t do this to me, i’m begging—”
“shhh,” he shushes you with another soft kiss, but this one doesn’t feel as sweet anymore. it feels cruel, even.
toph, on the other hand, starts clapping, like she’d just watched an award-winning movie. “what a twist! good going, sparky. didn’t know you could be so mean to your lovely princess.”
he gets up as well, both of them leaving you an edged, ruined mess on the bed, and you can’t stop the flood of tears streaming down your face.
ignoring your repeated calls, toph’s hand finds his warm lower back as they start walking away, “see, zuko? now you’re never gonna have to deal with bad dinners again, trust me.”
you helplessly watch their retreating figures, hiccuping a sob, and though you know it won’t be nearly as good, you decide to at least relieve yourself instead, the need unbearable.
anything was better than whatever the fuck they just did to you.
but just as your pathetic fingers slide down to your slit, you hear a snap of fingers and metal suddenly wraps around your wrists before roughly bringing them both up over your head, slamming the back of your hands against the headboard, a loud wail escaping your throat.
you look up to see toph by the entrance, her fingers up in a twirly motion, zuko having left ahead for the bathroom first.
she gives you a taunting grin, “nice try. better luck next time.”
then she closes the door after her, and you’re left crying and thrashing uselessly against the binds until your throat’s hoarse and your wrists are marred.
not only that, but they also decide to take the torture further by having nasty, sloppy sex in the shower, their moans resounding so loudly through the walls you couldn’t tell who was topping who this time, your imagination running wild with nothing to soothe the burning heat in your drooling, aching pussy.
all over a fucking dinner party.
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* i have a similar zutoph x reader work (one of my favs) with more focus on toph, so feel free to check it out here if you haven’t already!
man it’s so hard to write a brat taming fic without spanking, i tried giving it a break since i shove it in almost every fic smh😞
PATIENTLY waiting for your feedback and wagging my tail
