max

22 | they/she | girl kisser | futch

[thatredheadloserlesbian]

MEN DO NOT MESSAGE ME.

If you message me "hey" i will block you

hello my name is max!!

✮I am 22 and use they/she pronouns

✮ i am a lesbian(if you couldn't tell)

✮ my page is my little freaky diary so ya..

✮ I love arcane, stardew, life is strange, last of us, and obvi green yuri

✮ lover of big women

✮I definitely have a very healthy obsession with sevika 😛

Border credit: @dollywons and @strangergraphics

[dearbaes]

you’re riding subby whiny sevika’s strap

After a long day, anyone would want to unwind, and your favourite way of unwinding is riding your submissive girlfriend’s strap. It’s not a real dick, but the sounds she makes will convince anyone that it’s a real cock.

Every time your cunt makes that filthy squelching sound, clenching around the fat strap—Sevika whines like a poor puppy in heat being denied pleasure.

Every time you fuck yourself on her strap like this, you tie her wrist to the bed post and you’re aware she knows she can easily break out of the restraints but you enjoy the fact that someone much bigger than you plays weak just to watch you do this — your tits bounce with your body, giving Sevika quite the show as you move your tight cunt up and down on her dick.

You use your hand to pinch and roll your nipples. Sevika groans under her breath, silver eyes never leaving your slutty form as you continue to use her for your pleasure.

“Just let me fuck you,” she grumbles.

“No,” you say with a sweet smile, “just lay there and watch me, baby.”

“I don’t wanna…”

“You don’t wanna watch? Would you rather I blindfold you?”

“No!” Her eyes widen in horror as if that’s the cruelest thing she’s ever heard.

You giggle and kiss her right on her nose, slamming your hips down, cunt stretching around the girthy base of the cock.

“Fuuuuck,” you moan, lips brushing against hers.

Sevika’s face is so red she can battle a tomato, “you’re so mean…”

“Too bad, tonight this is all you get,” you say, straightening your back as you rode her strap, “thrust with your hips now!”

[dearbaes]

you’re riding subby whiny sevika’s strap

After a long day, anyone would want to unwind, and your favourite way of unwinding is riding your submissive girlfriend’s strap. It’s not a real dick, but the sounds she makes will convince anyone that it’s a real cock.

Every time your cunt makes that filthy squelching sound, clenching around the fat strap—Sevika whines like a poor puppy in heat being denied pleasure.

Every time you fuck yourself on her strap like this, you tie her wrist to the bed post and you’re aware she knows she can easily break out of the restraints but you enjoy the fact that someone much bigger than you plays weak just to watch you do this — your tits bounce with your body, giving Sevika quite the show as you move your tight cunt up and down on her dick.

You use your hand to pinch and roll your nipples. Sevika groans under her breath, silver eyes never leaving your slutty form as you continue to use her for your pleasure.

“Just let me fuck you,” she grumbles.

“No,” you say with a sweet smile, “just lay there and watch me, baby.”

“I don’t wanna…”

“You don’t wanna watch? Would you rather I blindfold you?”

“No!” Her eyes widen in horror as if that’s the cruelest thing she’s ever heard.

You giggle and kiss her right on her nose, slamming your hips down, cunt stretching around the girthy base of the cock.

“Fuuuuck,” you moan, lips brushing against hers.

Sevika’s face is so red she can battle a tomato, “you’re so mean…”

“Too bad, tonight this is all you get,” you say, straightening your back as you rode her strap, “thrust with your hips now!”

[thatredheadloserlesbian]

is it me or does it feel like everyone in the lesbian community has to identify as butch or femme? What about those who just exist and don't feel like they belong in either one

[thatredheadloserlesbian]

I say this not to discredit these identities but its hard to find your people when you dont identify as either

[thatredheadloserlesbian]

is it me or does it feel like everyone in the lesbian community has to identify as butch or femme? What about those who just exist and don't feel like they belong in either one

[mailbymillie]

𑣲 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊 ‘𝐄𝐌 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐆 ♡

౨ৎ older!sevika x controversially younger!reader ❜

── ♡ synopsis: the scariest woman of zaun has been leashed by none other than you.

── ♡ cw: big age gap, banter, sevika has tattoo(s) older than reader, sensitive!reader, pwp, insecure!sevika, petnames (sweetheart, babyface, angel, sweetheart), strap usage, biting, nipple play, getting interrupted mid-sex, secret relationship, cuddles post-sex

── ♡ note: looking for author mooties!

discord server.

“You don’t understand.”

You didn’t look away, you just smirked. “I think I do understand.”

“No, you don’t.” Sevika got up, “my tattoo’s older than you,” she said, referring to her forearm.

Your gaze left hers for a second so you could study the tattoo ink draped around her muscular arm—veiny, very strong and looked like she could easily hold you in a chokehold and fuck you crazy style. It made your smirk deepen, and you got up, too.

“That’s supposed to mean somethin’?” You asked, voice soft, but not exactly seductive.

Sevika groaned, “just go away, kiddo.”

“Kiddo—” you scoffed, repeating what sounded like an insult to you, “who are you calling kiddo?”

“You.”

Her reply pissed you off even more.

“Listen here, you—”

Sevika leaned down, her face inches away from yours. That made you stop speaking abruptly, rudely interrupted by her sudden proximity. Your eyes widened, and suddenly you lost all your breath. Your mouth felt like a desert.

It was like you’d swallowed a sack of sand dry.

“Don’t challenge me, sugar, you can’t handle me.”

You didn’t break eye contact as you leaned a little closer too, noses almost touching. Like you were challenging everything she knew.

“But I can.”

“You almost got thrown out until you showed your ID, babyface.”

Your cheeks went bright red.

“And that doesn’t mean anything! A woman can look young, it’s even considered a beautiful trait—”

You saw the way she rolled her silver eyes.

You and Sevika had been at this back and forth for quite some time. She was in her early forties while you were in your early twenties—the numbers made the older woman groan into her glass before she downed it in one go and immediately made the decision that—you and her could never work out.

But you weren’t about to let someone this hot just slip past your fingers like that.

So you pressed, and that’s how you ended up in this debate—

“Age doesn’t define anything. We’re both adults here.” You said, crossing your arms.

Sevika smirked softly, “and yet one of us still lives with her parents—”

You huffed. She continued on;

“—and it ain’t me.”

“Well, at least I don’t belong to the stone age!”

“Yeah, you belong in an ad for a sippy cup.” Sevika replied dryly.

“You’re a fucking asshole, you realise that?” You said, shaking your head.

Sevika snorted into her drink, “sure, sweetheart.”

You sighed, “you’re hopeless.”

You grabbed some cash from your purse and paid your tab, muttering “keep the change” to the bartender. You spared Sevika one last glare before you walked out for the bar, fuming—but at least you looked good.

The night in the Undercity was cold, the clouds gray and sky painted a deep midnight blue color as if the Lord could sense your gloominess. You couldn’t help sighing again. You’d really thought you could somehow convince Sevika to go out with you, and now that you were standing outside the bar alone—you felt stupid for even thinking she would want to go out with you.

Maybe if you were older, or at least looked the part—the thought would’ve been on the table but it felt… hopeless. You started walking towards the direction of your home.

The wind was soft, almost as if the weather was grieving with you, or perhaps trying to comfort you for what you thought you’d lost. The conversation replayed in your head. The way she had turned you away so causally, like you were just some other girl—like all those other girls who flirt with her on a daily basis.

When you thought about it like that—you wanted to cry, but you swallowed it all, and kept walking.

Behind you— the bar door opened. The sound of music erupted outside and then was drowned out as the door closed. You didn’t look back.

The sound of boots on concrete. Of course, it was her. Like she was rubbing salt on your raw wound.

“Kiddo.” she called.

You didn’t look back.

She sighed. “Sweetheart.”

You stopped walking.

“What do you want?”

Sevika didn’t answer. She walked up to you, standing beside you, “why did you storm out?”

You huffed a bitter laugh. “Seriously? You came all the way to ask me that? What the fuck’s—?”

“—wrong with me? I don’t know. Maybe it wasn’t right that I was rude to you, okay?”

Sevika exhaled deeply and rubbed her temples.

What a jerk. She was getting annoyed and riled up for what? Because SHE was rude to you? That’s bullshit.

You shook your head in disapproval, “I’m going home.”

“Wait—”

“If you’re not gonna be clear with me, maybe just take my number and talk to me when you’re not—I don’t know— under the effect of alcohol?”

“I’m not—I’m not tipsy.” Sevika said, face flushing—she’d never gotten told off like this before.

Maybe she liked it.

“Okay, gimme your number, kiddo.”

You crossed your arms, raising a brow.

Sevika stared.

“Well?”

“Say the magic word.”

“Oh my god.” Sevika paused. “You’re kidding.”

“I’m not.”

Sevika pressed her lips together in a thin line, patience thinning, but she bit her tongue and grumbled, “please.”

You smiled—slow, almost sensual.

“Good girl.”

You extended a hand. She gave you her phone and you dialed your number in it. You handed it back to her—but the moment she could take it, you pulled it back a little.

“Promise me you won’t play games with me like your other hoes?”

Sevika smirked faintly. “I promise.”

“Good.” You gave it back. “My last ex almost didn’t survive it.” you said sweetly.

Sevika’s mouth fell open slightly, but you were already walking back towards the direction of your house. She was left in a cliffhanger and that only irritated her further.

But it also intrigued her.

It intrigued a big part of her.

The first dates weren’t anything expensive and you didn’t expect something costly in a place like Zaun either. It was more so… discreet. You both enjoyed getting away from prying eyes of other people.

The rumours that the scariest woman of Zaun now had a serious date had spread like wildfire in a small place like the Undercity. You didn’t really mind as long as it didn’t interfere with Sevika’s work but sometimes it did get tiring.

So, you both came to the mutual agreement of keeping dates and kisses private.

The sky was dark gray-ish blue. Depressing. You both sat on the rooftop. Sevika smoked a blunt, staring at the faint stars of the night sky.

You sat beside her, swinging your legs back and forth before you asked—

“Do you ever wonder what it’s like living on the other side?”

Sevika looked over at you.

“Other side?”

“Piltover.”

“Oh.”

Silence for a few seconds. Then, Sevika hummed—yes. You waited for her answer. She took her time thinking before she spoke again;

“But then I remind myself, if I were there being a rich snob, I wouldn’t be here. Being me.”

You smiled a little.

“You really like all the gambling and violence shit?”

Sevika laughed—deep, rough, experienced. For a fleeting second, she wanted to throw a jab at you about being young and inexperienced and naïve but she thought against it. It wouldn’t be right.

Everyone experiences this phase of their life, Sevika herself was once this young too.

“I don’t—but it’s life here in the Undercity. Might as well get used to it, sweetheart.”

“I am used to it.” You looked down at the cityscape, “I just wished sometimes that our people also had some sort of… recognition.”

Sevika went silent.

This time it wasn’t smugness or her showing off how much more experienced she was in comparison to you. It was just thoughts clouding her mind. She took a deep inhale of the blunt and blew the smoke out. You watched it dissolve in the air.

Then—without warning—you snatched it from her and took a hit.

Sevika watched you with amused eyes.

“Damn, girl. Didn’t think you had it in you.”

You smiled a little, “I wasn’t born yesterday.”

This time when Sevika looked at you, half your face was illuminated by Zaun’s neon lights and the sight of you just sitting there—fuck, you looked so gorgeous.

It was like she was falling in love in real time, and Sevika hated how weak that made her feel. But nevertheless, before she could control herself, she said it.

“I really wanna kiss you right now.”

Your eyes widened slightly, lips parting a little.

“You always say that out loud?”

Sevika blushed.

“No…”

You kissed her, closing your eyes. She closed her eyes too, letting you taste the smoke on her breath. Your hands came up, wrapping around her. Sevika’s hand steadied on your waist, she devoured the kiss.

You both parted, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips to hers.

“Where do you wanna take this?” She asked.

“Wherever you’ll take me.” You answered.

You didn’t even notice when Sevika’s arm hooked under your knees, she picked you up and carried you off the rooftop, making you giggle and kick your feet in the air.

“You can’t just pick me up like that whenever you want, you know!”

“And who’s stopping me?”

Sevika laughed, walking down the stairs. She kicked the door of her apartment unit open, pushing past it using her shoulder to shove the door open. She closed it with one foot, and carried you to the bedroom.

“So, do you fuck like you’re in your forties as well?” You asked with a grin.

“Oh you’re gonna pay for that one.”

She laid you on the bed and tugged your jacket off, letting you lay in nothing but a skimpy little dress. You watched with half-lidded eyes as she reached for her own top, but she hesitated.

Your eyes filled with worry instantly. “Sevika…”

“I’m not exactly flawless… sweetheart.” She paused. “I’m—I’m scarred. From years of shit life has thrown at me. After you see it, you might want to leave…”

Your eyes softened, lips parting. For a few seconds, you were at loss for words.

“Sev… I’m not going anywhere.” You reached out, hand softly holding hers, “I’m staying right here. With you.”

Sevika looked like she’d cry right then but she didn’t and simply took her top off throwing it to the growing pile of clothes. Scars ran down her body like thunder strikes, some lighter than the others, and some still a little raw from brawls she’d had to fight for Silco. For herself. For surviving in a place like Zaun.

Every scar told a story.

And you couldn’t wait to find out what was hers.

Sevika’s silicone dick was so deep in you, it formed an imprint on your lower tummy. She folded you and fucked you however she pleased, guiding your legs over her shoulders.

“Fuck—baby, you look so good like this.”

She leaned down and captured one nipple between her teeth, biting it and twisting the other.

“W-wait—shit. You’re so rough!”

Sevika just growled low in her throat and fucked you harder. She moved like an animal, every thrust making her strap disappear all the way inside your tight hole. Your eyes clenched shut—the sound of sex filling the cramped apartment room.

The bed creaked obnoxiously as if every other slam of Sevika’s hips brought the furniture closer to its breaking point. You could hear the sound of the bed frame slamming into the wall as Sevika fucked you harder.

“Oh! F-fuuuuuck!”

You threw your head back, sweat running down your body as you came hard. Sevika fucked you through it, not pausing once.

Her bite marks covered the entire expanse of your chest in the next few minutes. Deep blue and purple bruising visible on your legs where she held you tightly, fucking into you relentlessly—like a fuck machine with no sense of exhaustion.

“Sev—Sevika—oh my god!” You cried out, tears mixing with your sweat.

“I know, baby, I know. You just look so fuckin’ pretty—takin’ all of this dick.”

Sevika grunted and slammed herself deeper inside one last time, feeling her own orgasm wash over herself in waves. She held herself inside you, trembling a little as she came down from the high.

“Come here, baby…” you muttered weakly, extending your hand to hold the side of Sevika’s face.

You cupped her cheek, bringing her in for a kiss.

The kiss was messy, needy, desperate. You both kissed each other as if the other was slipping away. Sevika’s strap was still lodged inside your cunt, and you didn’t ask her to take it out.

Being full felt good.

Sevika brushed her thumb over one of the bite marks, “people’ll know eventually that I fucked you.”

You smiled. “Why’s that matter?”

She didn’t answer immediately. But when she did, her tone was no longer flirtatious.

“They’ll come for you, dollface.”

“Sevika…?”

Sevika looked at you, gently pulling herself free from between your legs.

Before she could say anything, the doorbell rang. You blinked at her.

“Are you expecting visitors—?”

“No. Don’t come out.”

Sevika grabbed a shirt and hastily pulled it over, putting on her pants and buckling the belt as she walked to the door. You saw the way she squared her shoulders immediately as if she was expecting trouble. She walked up to it, and looked through the peephole.

“Neighbour,” she muttered under her breath.

Sevika opened the door, not too much, but enough to stare out with a facial expression that suggested she hated getting interrupted in sex.

“Dunno what you’re gettin’ on with your girl, but keep it low.”

You heard a gruff male voice say.

Sevika groaned in affirmation and stared at him dead in the eye. “This ain’t new, man, what’re you so prissy about all of a sudden?”

You could only hear their voices and eventually curiosity won. You crawled off the bed and grabbed your discarded jacket from the pile of clothes.

You put it on, thankful for it being big enough to cover your ass. You pulled it snug, ensuring none of your naked body was visible up to your mid-thighs.

Then you walked out.

“Who’s at the door?”

“Nobody.”

Sevika moved—barricading the door with her body.

“Sev, it’s fine, let me jus—”

“Go back inside.” She snapped.

You could see the man peeking over her shoulder. Bushy brows, brown eyes that suggested anything but pure intentions, and something about the look in his eyes made you feel queasy and before you knew it, you were obeying Sevika’s words without question.

You didn’t register what they talked about after, but soon after you made it back into the bedroom, Sevika came back inside.

She was fuming.

“I told you to stay inside.”

“I’m sorry, I just—I got curious.”

“Curiosity doesn’t keep you safe, bunny.” Sevika huffed a sigh, clearly upset.

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

For a while, Sevika paced the room without saying anything.

You didn’t understand. You were pretty aware that Sevika had sex with multiple women before you, and according to what she’d just said a bit ago, she never bothered keeping it down and hearing sex sounds from her room was a natural occurrence.

Then how come when it was with you, it was suddenly such a secret?

You both were adults. There was nothing shameful in whatever you both had got going on.

“Sev?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you ashamed of being seen with me?”

“Ashamed?” She scoffed, “why’d you say that?”

“I don’t know. It kinda feels like it.” You looked away. “I’m probably younger than anybody you’ve been with before and… I don’t want to—y’know make you feel uncomfortable with our age gap.”

Sevika took a second to come up with a response. She sat by the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under her weight.

“Look at me, sweetheart.”

You looked.

“Yeah, I’m twice your age, but y’know damn well you’re old enough to take care of yourself out in a place like Zaun.”

You grinned slightly. “Maybe. I just don’t know why you’re hiding me then.”

Sevika reached out her flesh hand, stroking your hair, “cause you mean somethin’ to me. I don’t want anyone takin’ advantage of my absence to harm my pretty girl.”

Your cheeks flushed red at that and looked away, “you’re—you’re serious…”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Are you gonna do this forever?”

“What?”

“Hiding me from the world?”

Sevika paused. She kissed your head, letting her lips rest against your head for a bit longer than necessary.

“I just don’t want you gettin’ hurt, okay?”

“I understand that, but… I don’t wanna be a secret forever.”

“Just for a little bit, okay? Just until we figure out something safer for our people and I promise I’ll give you the life you deserve.”

“You don’t have to make me that promise. It’s a lot of pressure for someone as old as you.” You joked.

Sevika rolled her eyes, “you make it hard to love you, kiddo.”

“Alright, grandma.”

Sevika sighed and pressed another kiss to your head.

“Get some rest now. Lord knows you need your beauty sleep or whatever.”

You swatted her playfully. “What’re you gonna do? Knit me a sweater? Come cuddle with me!”

Sevika—someone who thought she’d never hear that in her 44 years of living—was genuinely a little shocked at the plea, but she didn’t push you away. She got in bed and pulled you on top of her effortlessly.

You rested your head on her chest.

“Goodnight, baby.”

“G’night, angel.”

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[everestedd]

Big Clit!Abby x Top!Reader

Bottom!Abby — Top!Reader ( proofread )

Contents : Pnp, overstim, teasing, clit fucking, squirting

Abby whimpered beneath you as your thumb kept stroking over her engorged and swollen clit, the reddened bud hardened under your finger as you gently swirled it over and over again.

“Such a pretty girl.” you murmured, eyeing Abigail as she panted, eyes narrowing slightly as her hips twitched in a silent response to your words, muscles rippling beneath her freckled skin as if they had a mind of their own.

“You’re so easy for me.” The words left your lips in a teasing tone as she huffed below you. Leaning down to press a small kiss to the large bud, you switched your fingers from your thumb to your index and middle finger, speeding up your strokes.

Abby gasped, her throat letting out an elongated whine as her eyes watered, legs trembling with every quick rub of her clit. “Fuck, please…” she forced out, eyes searching yours as her toes curled into the bedsheets beneath you.

Your hand grabbed her knee, nudging her legs further apart. Her head lolled to the side as her whole body trembled, quick breaths echoing through the room, chest heaving. Her cunt tightened around nothing, so close to release but not quite there yet. Your fingers caught so easily onto her clit, the movement rough yet so, so pleasurable to her.

Suddenly clear liquid squirted out of her urethra as her back arched, she almost choked on nothing as her body tensed, her squirt covering some of your hand and soaking into the bedsheets.

Quickly after, her orgasm followed along with tears spilling from her eyes, dribbling down her soft cheeks. “Please—” she swallowed another wince, throat bobbing as her pussy finally contracted, creamy goo slowly dripping out of her with every clench and twitch.

“You did so good.” you cooed, hand pulling away from her badly swollen clitoris. The broad woman dropped down from her propped up position, sweaty back sticking to the blanket, eyes fluttering through unshed tears. “Thanks.” she whispered with a small, amused chuckle, head lolling to the side as she exhaled deeply with satisfaction.

[prettyinpink69]

Drabble: Single!mom!Sevika falls in love with you at first sight... and so does her little one Billy.

(I tried a new style with a lot more dialogue than I usually write so lmk waht you think!)

The afternoon sun settled warmly over the park, children racing between swings and climbing frames while parents watched from nearby benches. The scent of freshly cut grass drifted through the air. You'd only come to enjoy a quiet hour with a book.

Instead, someone was staring at you.

She stood near the sandbox, tall enough to stand out even in a crowd. Dark hair swept back, one arm folded across her chest while the other a sleek, mechanical, unmistakably well-engineered prosthetic hung stiffly at her side. A little boy darted circles around her legs, laughing to himself as he searched the ground for...something.

Sevika had broken bones without flinching. Given birth with zero pain meds. But walking over to say hello to you, an attractive stranger?

Impossible.

"You're ridiculous," she muttered under her breath. Her son, Billy, looked up.

"What?"

Sevika shook her head, rubbing a calloused hand overher jaw. "Nothin' kid."

"You talkin' to yourself again mama!"

"...No."

Billy gave her a suspicious look, his little brows wrinkling the exact same way Sevika's do before wandering off again.

She hadn't expected this. One glance across the park, and there you were reading beneath the shade of an old oak tree, smiling faintly at something on the page. Peaceful. Comfortable. The kind of person who made the world seem quieter just by existing.

She'd felt something twist unexpectedly in her chest. Now every attempt to introduce herself dissolved before it reached her mouth.

"Hi." Too short.

"Mind if I sit?" Too forward.

"My name's-" No.

She rubbed the back of her neck. This was pathetic. A 40 year old woman and she couldn't even find the guts to say hi to a prettything like you...

Before she could force herself to move—

"Mama!" Her little boy sprinted past. "...Wait."

It was too late. In the spur of the moment Billy changes direction and he was charging directly toward you with all the unstoppable determination only a six-year-old possessed.

You looked up just in time to see him skid to a stop right in front of you. "Hi!"

"Hello there." You greet the little boy with a friendly, warm smile.

"I got wormies!" Without waiting for permission, he proudly thrust a glass jar into your hands. Inside were several earthworms wriggling happily through damp soil.

"...Those are impressive wormies." You nod with a... hesitant smile.

His grin stretched ear to ear. "I found five!"

"Five?" You rest your arms on your knees, looking at the jar with intent interest.

"And this one's the biggest." He pointed enthusiastically to the fattest worm of the five, wriggling around the jar edge. "I think he's the daddy."

You leaned closer with genuine curiosity. "He could be, looks like it huh?"

"I named him Noodles."

"Excellent name."

From several steps away, Sevika closed her eyes. "I'm going to dissolve into the ground." She muttered and despite her mild annoyance and rising anxiety in her chest... She finally forced herself over.

"Billy." Sevika stood there, imposing as always, arms folded over her chest.

He looked up, his brows farrowing like her with annoyance that his mama had the audacity to interrupt his worm conversation. "What?"

"You don't run up to strangers." She gestures to you- without making eye contact.

"But she's nice! She thinks Noodles is the daddy worm too!" He said it with absolute certainty, that it was a fact you were nice. Not an opinion, not a suggestion. A fact.

You looked between them, noticing how alike the two were. From a mile away you could tell he was her kid. "I hope that's not causing trouble."

Sevika rubbed her greying temple, a habit she really has gotten into since being a mother. "No." A beat passed. Then another. She realized you were waiting. "...Sorry."

"It's okay, I get it."

Sevika sighs, finally meeting your eyes. "He gets excited. Likes to make friends and doesn’t have no sense of stranger danger at all- not that you're a danger or anything..."

"I can see that, he's very sociable, I'm assuming you're not the same way." You give her a small smirk, one that makes Sevika's heart rate pick up a few beats too fast.

Then Billy tugs your sleeve, trying to pull your attention away from his mama. He found you first, you were his new friend first. Wanna see where I found 'em?"

Sevika sighed, rubbing her jaw again. "Buddy."

"What?"

"Give people a chance to answer before dragging them across the park."

"Oh." He cconsideredit, thinking about why he would need to ask, but he agrees anyhow. "...Okay." Billy looked at you again, tugging lightly on your sleeve. If anyone could say no to that face they must be evil. He was too damn cute for his own good. "So... you wanna? We can find new wormies."

"I'd love to."

Sevika knew right then and there that maybe, just maybe she'd fallen in love with you. At first sight? Possibly. But the way you handled Billy and his... enthusiasm so naturally was endearing and she knew if he was to ever have a second mama... she wanted it to be you.

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[earth-kingdom-strap]

i was thinking about alpha!toph....👀

On the line

Alpha Toph Beifong × Omega Wife Reader

WC:6.9k

Synopsis: After missing your suppressants for a couple days you go into heat in your shop during rush hour.

Warnings/Content: Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, heavy breeding kink, knotting, mating marks, unprotected sex, p in v sex, bondage, kissing, pussy slaps, g!p Toph, Omega wife, reader is a baker, dirty talk, biting, scenting, posessive alpha toph, semi public sex (?), office sex, idk chat they just fuck nasty.

Owning the most renowned bakery in Republic City was a dream, to this day you still had to pinch yourself from time to time to make sure this was actually your life. But during the peak of the holiday rush, it felt more like a beautiful, flour-coated nightmare. Your life was no longer your own. It was measured in precise flour weights, frantic shipping manifests, and the constant chime of the front door.

Between the mountain of inventory audits piling up on your desk and your insistence on covering the grueling late night shifts so your staff could spend the holidays with their families, you had pushed yourself past the point of exhaustion.

In the haze of double shifts and stress over a missing butter shipment, the small, pink suppressants sitting on your nightstand had been completely forgotten. For the first time in years, your heat cycle that you’ve so carefully managed was now no longer under your control.

The first sign of the impending disaster wasn’t the fever, but the betrayal of your own senses. Usually, the heady aroma of warm cinnamon and rising yeast was your favorite part of the job, but today it felt nauseating. It mingled with a sudden, honey-thick sweetness radiating from your own skin, a scent so potent it cut through the smell of the ovens like a knife.

Your vision began to swim in a dizzying haze, and the sacks of flour you’d been counting moments ago suddenly felt like leaden weights, slipping from your grip as the world tilted beneath your feet.

Within minutes, your apron was a damp, clinging mess, soaked through with a feverish sweat that made your skin slick and sent violent shivers through your frame. The air in the front of the shop that was once filled with the innocent scent of sugar and yeast, was now replaced by the primal musk of an omega in heat.

Your pheromones hit the front of the shop like a physical shockwave. You watched, paralyzed, as a few Alphas near the display cases stiffened, their conversations cutting off mid-sentence as their heads snapped toward the back of the shop with predatory synchronization. The atmosphere was no longer about holiday treats, or fresh brewed coffee. It was now thick with the dangerous tension of a hunt.

The world tilted sideways as the floor seemed to liquefy beneath you. Black spots swarmed your vision, eating away at the edges of the room until all you could hear was the uneven thrum of your own heart.

Your knees finally gave out, buckling under the weight of the fever, but the impact never came. A pair of strong, steady hands clamped underneath your shoulders, hauling you upright just as you were about to hit the tile.

“Whoa, Boss! I've got you,” Your head baker muttered, his voice tight with a mixture of alarm and the physical effort of keeping you upright.

He was a Beta, mostly immune to the biological siren call you were radiating, but even he looked rattled by the potency of the air around you.

He didn't wait for you to find your footing. Sensing the dangerous shift in the atmosphere and the predatory stares of the Alphas in the cafe, he practically carried you toward the back. Your toes dragged against the floor as he navigated the narrow hallway, shoving open the door to your private office with his shoulder.

“In here, sit,” He urged, easing you onto the leather couch. “I'll work on filling the rest of the orders and getting everyone out. It might take some time but I'll make sure no one bothers you.”

You couldn't muster a response in your current state and he seemed to understand. The door clicked shut behind him, muffling the chaos of the shop. You slumped against the armrest, gasping for air that felt far too thin. The feel of the leather under your palms was cool, a fleeting mercy against your burning skin, but as the first cry of heat induced desperation tore from your throat, you knew the office was only a temporary fortress.

Your eyes slammed shut as another wave of your arousal hit you like a physical blow, forcing your body to buckle under the raw intensity of it. It wasn't just a sensation, it was a deep, pulsing ache radiating from your very core, making every nerve ending scream.

Just as you thought things couldn't get any worse, a fresh rush of slick gathered between your thighs, soaking through your panties and leaving you feeling dangerously exposed in the middle of your workplace.

The pressure building in your lower belly was so sharp it moved past pleasure and into the territory of pure, localized pain. You bit your lip to stifle a sob, your hands were clenched as you clawed at the leather of the couch. You were shaking, the tights that you were wearing completely soaked through as every fiber of your being was currently crying out for your wife’s touch, her knot, to ease the ache.

It has been years since you’ve felt a heat this strong. The suppressants had done their job a little too well, acting as a chemical dam that had finally burst, leaving you utterly unprepared for this level of destabilization.

For years, you had carefully sheltered Toph’s heart, respecting her deep seated fear that she was too abrasive to ever be a good parent. You had buried your own desires to protect her from the weight of that responsibility. But as your heat stripped away your filters, the polite veneer of your marriage shattered along with it.

You tried your best to calm your breathing, but your entire body was pulsing and it made every breath feel like a chore. You knew that even if you tried to find relief yourself, it would be a drop of water in a desert. Your body wasn’t just asking for your Alpha’s touch, it was demanding a purpose.

You needed the full weight of your Alpha wife on top of you to tether you to the earth. You wanted the ache of her knot and the completion of being bred. It wasn't just about surviving the heat anymore, it was about the legacy you’d both been avoiding. You didn't just want her touch. You wanted her bloodline. You wanted to feel the kick of a child who shared her stubbornness, her strength, and her heart.

It was the crushing realization of everything you’d both been avoiding, finally collapsing under the heat of your own nature that broke you. And the sob that tore from your throat was thick with years of unspoken grief and a new, terrifying hope.

The silence of the office grew as the storm of your tears finally receded. You lay there, curled into a ball on the leather couch, your skin slick with sweat while the air around you turned thick with the honeyed scent of your distress. All that remained was the pulsing ache of your cunt and a bone deep longing for Toph.

Hesitation gnawed at you the longer you lay there with your thoughts. You knew the weight of the badge Toph wore. She was the metal wall standing between Republic City and total chaos. To pull her away from her duties for anything less than a city wide threat felt selfish, even as your body screamed for its mate.

Your omega reminded you of what happened earlier and the Alpha’s still idling in your shop. The image of Toph finding you mid heat, alone and vulnerable in a public space flashed through your mind. You knew she'd flip shit if she found out how reckless you were being.

You fumbled with the desk phone before you lost your nerve. Your fingers slick with sweat and shaking so violently you nearly dropped the receiver twice. You dialed the non-emergency line, the familiar digits feeling like a lifeline. On the third ring, a young officer picked up. You recognized the voice, Officer Wong, and based on the hitch in his breath, he recognized yours too.

“Chief's office, Wong speaking,” He said, his tone shifting from professional weariness to concern as he heard your ragged breathing.

“Wong,” You greeted, your voice strained. “It’s me. I need to speak to my wife now and don't you dare put me on hold.”

There was a hesitant pause. You could hear the chaos of the precinct behind him. The shouted orders and the clanging of the metalbending trainers. “The Chief is... she’s in a high-level briefing with the Council representatives, ma'am. She isn't in the best of moods and she was very clear about not being disturbed. I-I'm actually a little terrified to even knock on that door right now.”

Your heat was rapidly replacing your usual patience with a raw, demanding edge. You leaned your head back against the leather, gasping as a fresh wave of slick made your skin crawl with a desperate need for friction.

“Wong,” You growled, your voice dropping into a low command that even the Beta on the other end of the line couldn't ignore. “I don't care if she's meeting with the Avatar and the Fire lord. You walk to that door, and you tell her that her wife needs to speak with her now.”

You heard him gulp, the sound audible over the line. “Ma'am, she'll have my head-”

“If you don't tell her,” You interrupted, a sharp ache in your core making you hiss through your teeth, “She'll find out later that you kept me waiting while I was like this. Which do you think is worse for your career?”

There was a frantic beat of silence, then the sound of the phone being scrambled as Wong moved with the desperate speed of a man who valued his life. In the distance, his muffled, terrified voice broke through the precinct's noise. “Chief! Chief, I'm sorry, but it's your wife! It's an emergency!”

On your end, the world felt like it was beginning to blur. You gripped the phone like a lifeline, your knuckles tight against the dark plastic. The background noise of the station suddenly went dead quiet, it was the kind of silence that precedes the storm.

The phone was snatched up, and you heard your wife's harsh, erratic breathing.

“Sugar-foot,” She whispered, her voice vibrating with a protective fury that made the omega in your purr. “I’m here, talk to me. Are you hurt?”

You were definitely hurting but not in the way that she might be thinking right now.

You gripped the receiver so hard you could hear the material groan as a fresh wave of your heat made your breath hitch. “Toph, I'm in the office and-”

The line went silent for a second, as you were cut off by the distant, frantic shouting of officers in the background. You heard Toph growl something at a subordinate to get out, followed by the slam of her office door.

“Sorry about that sweetheart. What's going on?” She demanded her tone dropping into that dangerous, gravelly rumble that she only used when she was truly rattled. “Your heart is thumping so hard I can feel it from across the city, and your voice sounds like.. like you’re….”

Her voice trailed off as if she was afraid someone would hear. You could imagine how tight her jaw probably was hearing you like this.

“I missed my suppressants, Toph,” You choked out, a sob of relief and desperation breaking through. “For two days. I was so busy with the holiday rush and the shipments that I didn't realize until it was already too late. I’m in my office, the shop is full of people, and I can’t- I can't even stand up on my own. It's like my body is punishing me for denying it the one thing that it needs.”

You heard a sharp intake of breath on her end. The sound of metal groaning, likely from her gripping the edge of her desk, echoed through the phone.

“Two days,” She repeated, her voice dropping into a dangerous register that vibrated deep into the very essence of your being. The protective fury was still there, but it was being overtaken by a dark, territorial hunger. “You were so busy taking care of everyone else’s holiday that you left yourself wide open. You're radiating like a lighthouse, Sugar-foot.”

Fresh tears stung your eyes, you could hear the underlying disappointment in her voice. “I’m sorry baby I didn't think-”

“That's the problem. You weren't thinking.” Her voice had hardened into a scolding tone. You could hear the metallic shing of her police cables retracting into her armor with violent speed. “You're in a full blown heat, in a public building with the doors unlocked during rush hour and my seismic sense is picking up spiked heart rates all over your lobby.”

“I know I'm an idiot,” You whimpered, your body arching as the ache between your thighs sharpened. “Please, Toph. It hurts. I need you.”

“Lock the office door right now,” She barked, and you could hear the clatter of her armor as she moved. “If anyone so much as touches that handle before I get there, I’ll bury the whole fucking block. Stay on that couch and don't move an inch.”

You did as you were told the moment the line cut off. The click of the lock resonated through the quiet office, a fragile and final barrier between your unraveling state and the bustling streets of Republic City. It was the only thing keeping the world out, but it couldn't stop the storm from brewing within. Your legs, which had been trembling since you stood up, finally gave out entirely. You collapsed back onto the couch with a loud exhale.

You buried your face in your hands, the shame burning hotter than the heat itself. This was a nightmare. You were the owner of this establishment, a professional who prided herself on order and grace. And yet here you were, overtaken by a primal need you hadn't felt in years, leaving your staff and customers to deal with the fallout of your scent.

You wanted to scream at the top of your lungs into the leather cushion, the image of that bakers wide, terrified eyes burned into your mind. He was barely twenty three, a sweet guy who helped prep during the day with a smile, and today he’d had to serve as a human shield for his Omega boss. He’d felt you shaking, caught the scent of your slick, and had to physically drag you through a gauntlet of unmated Alpha’s whose eyes had turned dark and predatory.

How do you look him in the eye on Monday? How do you maintain the authority of a business owner when he’s seen and smelled the most vulnerable version of you? You were supposed to be the one taking care of them, the one ensuring they got home to their families, and instead, you’d turned their workplace into a breeding den.

The professional distance you’d worked so hard to maintain had evaporated in a single rush of pheromones and you felt small, exposed, and utterly humiliated.

You curled into a ball on the couch, the leather cool against your saturated skin. You felt like a failure for being so careless with your meds, and as a professional for losing control in front of your staff during rush hour no less. Toph was right, the timing couldn't have been worse.

Your self deprecating thoughts were short lived. As a distant thrum began to vibrate through the couch frame. It was faint at first, like the beating of a heart deep within the earth, but it was growing louder.

Your wife was coming, fast.

Before you could even finish the thought the stone wall of your office groaned under the weight of an impossible force and then shattered inward. Toph hadn't bothered with the door you’d just locked, she was literally reshaping the building’s foundation, tearing an archway through the earth just to reach you.

As the dust settled, you swallowed thickly, the sight of her nearly stealing the air from your lungs. She looked absolutely feral. Her hair was a mess, escaping its usual pins and falling into unruly waves that framed her face and fell over her shoulders.

Her skin was streaked with the grime of the city’s underbelly and the sweat of her transit. Toph's chest was heaving, her shoulders rising and falling rapidly, syncing with the frantic hammering of your own heart. She stood there, feet planted wide, her seismic sense likely feeling every drop of your slick and pulse of your blood through the floorboards.

She looked powerful, dangerous, and to your heat addled brain, utterly irresistible. Your body betrayed you again. A fresh, hot wave of Omega slick pulsed out of you, the sweet scent saturating the air in the small room to the point you could taste it on your tongue.

You watched as Toph wiped a smear of dirt from her forehead, her sightless eyes fixed in your direction. The protective fury was still there, but it was being rapidly overtaken by a dark, possessive hunger. She stepped over the rubble, the metal of her armor clinking softly, until she stood at the edge of the couch, towering over you, her entire shadow swallowing you whole

Her restraint snapped like dry timber. A flicker of something feral flared in her expression as her nostrils flared and she breathed in your Omega scent.

The sound that tore from Toph’s throat wasn’t human, it was a low, rumble that vibrated through the floorboards and settled deep in your core. It was the sound of an Alpha who had found her mate vulnerable in the open, and it sent a primal shockwave through you that made your core clench in a desperate, weeping pulse. Toph's Alpha instincts were screaming to cover you, to hide you, and to mark you so thoroughly that no other soul would dare look your way.

“You've got no idea what you’re doing to me,” She grounded out, her voice thicker than you’d ever heard it before.

“I have some idea.” You groaned, the words catching in your throat as another wave of heat made your hips roll instinctively against the leather.

Toph let out a sharp breath. She unbucked her heavy metal cuffs and tossed them aside with a resounding clatter. Her rough, calloused fingers found the hem of your shirt and slipped under. She didn't just touch you, she possessed you, her palms searing against your fever hot skin.

“Yeah? Well, you're about to have a lot more than an idea,” She rasped, her voice dropping into a register so deep it felt like a physical weight on your chest.

With a sudden, explosive movement, the ground beneath you groaned and opened up, making a sand bed. Toph hauled you flush against the cold metal of her chestplate and lowered you both to the ground. The shock of the freezing iron hitting your skin drew a sharp cry of relief from your lungs, but she silenced it instantly, burying her face in the crook of your neck, her body flush against you. Her teeth grazed the saturated skin there before she bit down, not hard enough to draw blood, but deep enough to leave a stinging mark that would broadcast her claim to anyone who dared look your way.

“You want me to put a pup in you right here on this floor, don't you?” She growled, her breath hot against your neck as she felt you tremble. “You'd let me breed you in the middle of your own shop?”

She nipped at the sensitive skin of your jaw, her teeth grazing the bone in a way that made your vision white out. “Because right now, I don't give a damn about anything. All I can feel is your tight cunt pulsing against my armor.”

“Yes, I need your knot! I want to carry your pups.” The words weren't a request, they were a desperate plea. Your Omega had finally shattered your pride, leaving you drenched in slick and lost to the cloud of your own lust.

“I’m going to fill you so full of me that you’ll be leaking my seed for a month,” Toph husked against your skin.

She was nuzzling your neck with her cheek, marking you with her scent. Toph's large hand locked around your wrist, keeping them above your head as sand bindings wrapped snug around them, replacing her hands. You whined at the slight burn of the sand as you yanked against the restraints, desperate to touch her.

You were so lost in the overwhelming feel of her claim that you hadn't noticed that Toph's movements went deathly still above you. A deep vibrating rumble in her chest sounded in the room then. Toph's nostrils flared as she took in a lungful of your scent.

Her seismic sense, usually tuned to the distant thrum of the city, suddenly narrowed down to the microscopic vibrations on your skin. Beneath the honeyed sweetness of your heat and the sharp scent of her own mark, she caught it: the faint trace of the baker who had held you upright.

It was a Beta’s scent, helpful and innocent, but to an Alpha whose mate was in a fertile peak, it was a trespass. Toph’s entire body turned to stone. Her jaw set with a terrifying, tectonic pressure, and the floor beneath the sand began to groan.

“Who,” She hissed, the word barely a whisper but vibrating with enough force to rattle the glass on your desk. “Who put their hands on you while you were like this?” Her clouded eyes didn't see you, but they flashed with a dark intensity.

She gripped your hair, tilting your head back to expose your throat, her teeth baring in a posessive sneer.

“I can smell him on you,” She said, her voice dropping into a guttural snarl that made the sand-bindings around your wrists tighten. “A stray was touching my Omega while she was dripping for me?”

“It was no one,” You lied, the words faltering under the dizzying haze of your heat combined with the territorial pheromones she was pumping into the air. “Please, Toph I would never let anyone touch what’s yours.”

Your instincts were screaming at you to soothe the Alpha looming over you. The crushing weight of her possessive pheromones had your entire body buzzing. You could taste it on your tongue and feel the pressure of it behind your eyelids. You were absolutely addicted to the way she claimed you.

Toph let out a mocking hum, it was a sound of pure disbelief that vibrated right through your chest. She knew you were lying. Her seismic sense was tracking the guilty flutter of your pulse.

“You're a terrible liar, Sugar-foot,” She murmurs, her nose dragging roughly along your jawline until her lips were resting directly against your throbbing pulse point. “Your heart is tripping over itself. You're vibrating so hard I can practically taste the lie on your skin.”

She shifted her weight, pinning you down more securely into the soft sand. Her hand slid from your waist, her rough, calloused palm pressing firmly against your heat-soaked center. You cried out, your head snapping back as the sudden pressure sent a white hot jolt of electricity straight to your Omega fried brain.

“I don't care if he was just helping you. I don't care if it was an accident,” She growled, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin right over your scent gland. She didn't bite, not yet but the threat was there, sharp and certain. “You are mine. Every drop of slick, every breath you take, and every inch of this heat belongs to me. My scent is the only thing that belongs on you, especially now.”

She abruptly lifted off of you and began to unbuckle her metal belt with one hand, the clatter of the police gear hitting the floor and resonating in the room. She stomped her heel, causing a massive earth pillar to shoot up from the foundation, completely barricading the entrance to ensure the outside world was locked out.

“Since you want to protect no one, I'm just going to have to work twice as hard to scrub him off you,” She promised with a feral, possessive grin. “By the time I'm done knotting you in this dirt, you won't even remember anyone else's hands, let alone your name.”

Toph didn't waste another second on words. With her Alpha dominance fully asserted and the room sealed off from the rest of the world, she used her free hand to rip the rest of her uniform away, letting the fabric and buckles discard into the sand. She moved with an animalistic focus, reaching down to shred what remained of your damp apron and clothes until there was nothing left between her skin and yours.

The sand around your wrist slackened just a bit as her focus broke at the feel of your slick that was already covering her own thighs as she pressed into you. You allowed your gaze to hungrily trail down her body that was corded with muscles that flexed with every movement until you reached her thick shaft. You parted your lips as you stared at the tip that was flushed, and leaking. Toph wrapped her palm around it, stroking her girthy length as the pad of her thumb circled around the slit, spreading the beads of precum.

You couldn't take it anymore, you needed her now. Using your own earthbending you broke free of the restraints and pulled Toph into a messy kiss. The moment your mouth connected with hers, a pathetic sound erupted from your lips. Toph tasted like her morning coffee and everything you have been craving since your heat had started.

More of your Omega slick dripped from your cunt as she kissed you back with fervor. Your moan was swallowed by her tongue as she licked into your mouth, her tongue twisting and sliding against yours in a wet, hungry tangle. You couldn't get enough of her, you were basically drooling as saliva gathered at the corner of your mouth, stretching into thin strings whenever she pulled back just enough to suck your tongue between her lips, her cheeks hollowing with every pull causing your pussy to clench around nothing.

Toph's growl vibrated down into your throat as her hand clamped the back of your neck, keeping you right where she wanted while her other hand released her cock and slid up to grab your breast, her thumb dragging over your nipple until it stiffened under the rough circles.

Toph kissed like she wanted to consume your soul. The longer the kiss went on the more potent your pheromones became, driving your hunger and mixing with the Alpha musk pouring off Toph as her cock pressed into your thigh. You rocked up against her desperately as her seismic sense caught every quiver and roll of your hips chasing her cock.

Toph broke away only to nip along your jaw, her breathing rough. “Gonna breed this pretty Omega cunt right here.”

Toph was completely lost to her rut, she slammed you flat against the sand-covered floor, her full weight pinning you down hard. She shoved your thighs wider with her knees and drove her thick shaft straight into your soaked hole in one brutal thrust. The sudden stretch ripped a broken cry out of you that echoed off the stone walls barricading the door.

Her hips snapped forward again as she dove into you, each slam driving her cock deeper. Every time she bottomed out her balls slapped wetly against you, amplifying your pleasure as the fullness made you dizzy. Toph continued her deep thrusts, pulling back just enough to slap your dripping pussy with the palm of her hand, the sharp sting making you jolt before she thrust back in even harder, never letting the delicious friction end.

“Fuck, listen to you,” She whispered, her voice rough. “Taking every inch like you were made for it.”

You couldn’t form words anymore. Your mouth hung open, spilling broken sounds and half-finished pleas as she kept pounding into you. “T-Toph—ah”

She answered by grabbing your wrists and yanking them above your head again. The metal cuffs from her uniform clicked shut around them, binding you to the stone floor with a short chain. The restraint only made you arch harder into her next powerful thrust as your greedy cunt hugged her shaft driving her deeper.

“Fuck,” Toph grunted, grinding deep so the head of her cock stimulated your g spot with each roll of her hips. “Feel how full you are? I'm stuffing this omega pussy just like I told you I would.” She lifted her palm off the floor and gave your swollen pussy lips another sharp slap, the heavy weight of her sack smacking against you with each punishing stroke.

You weren't even sure what you were saying as you babbled incoherently, your voice cracking as Toph's relentless rhythm left you teetering close to the edge already. “Yes– you're so big baby, stretching me so good ughhhh.”

Toph’s breath came hot against your ear. “Gonna fuck this greedy hole all night. You want that don't you?”

Toph changed the tempo as she felt how close you were, giving you long, deep strokes instead of the quick bursts from before. Even lost to her rut she was still focused on your pleasure. Her seismic sense listening to each quiver of your body as you pulsed around her. Your omega slick drenched the both of you, each time Toph pulled almost completely out of you, her thick tip stretching your tight hole, you could see the sheen of your wetness that coated her abs and hear the wet sounds your pussy was making as she moved in and out of you.

The brief emptiness made the omega in you whine as you thrashed against the restraints, begging her to give you what you need. And just when the sting of the metal became too much she gave you exactly what you were asking for and slammed the full length of her thick cock back into you, rolling her hips so her heavy shaft pressed against your walls.

“Yes–fuck,” You gasped, meeting her thrust. “I want it, Toph. Want you to wreck me.”

Toph snarled in approval and snapped her hips again, causing your eyes to roll back into your head. Your walls fluttered and squeezed around her, rippling along her cock like they were trying to coax out her knot. She felt every desperate contraction and greedy pulse, as she too was close to coming. “That’s it. Milk me with that tight cunt. Make your Alpha proud.”

Your walls clenched and released around her, coating her length in fresh slick that ran down to soak her balls. She groaned, at the sensation, her hips stuttering. “Shit baby, you’re dripping everywhere. This omega cunt is soaking my cock.”

Toph used her strength to hold herself up with one arm, while the other slid between your slick bodies, her fingers finding your enlarged clit and circling it. The heels of your feet dug into her ass as she continued to pound into your pussy with those deep strokes that made your walls flutter as she hit that perfect spot inside you.

Your wrist burned against the restraints, with ever thrust forward the ground beneath you shook as she fucked you into the earth. It was like a continuous feed of pleasure for toph, not only could she feel your hot cunt wrapped around her shaft but she felt every hitch of your breath and vibration of your body through the palm of her hand that was buried in the earth as she fucked you.

She slowed her circles around your clit and gave your swollen pussy lips another firm slap. The impact made your walls clamp even tighter around her shaft. She slapped you again, twice in quick succession, then thrust back inside with enough force to send your body deeper into the sand bed she made.

“Toph!!” You moaned, your thighs trembling around her frame. “More, slap it again..”

She obliged, palm cracking against your slick folds before she buried herself to the hilt and ground in slow circles. The head of her cock pressed deep, rubbing against your inner walls until they fluttered and spasmed around her. “You like that?” She hissed against your lips. “Like feeling my cock stretch this hole open while I slap your pussy?”

“Yes,” You sobbed, legs shaking as the pressure became almost unbearable. “Feels so good. Don’t stop.”

Toph’s rhythm turned relentless. You could feel every thick vein and flare of her cockhead as it dragged along your walls, pressing against that sensitive spot inside you. Her breathing grew heavier, her breath was hot against your neck as she spoke. “You’re close aren't you? Gonna come on my cock before I even knot you?”

“Yes– so close baby.” You mewled, “Please make me come.”

She answered by fucking you harder, hips snapping with enough force to shift the sand beneath your body. Each thrust forced a wet squelch from your pussy as her balls slapped against you in steady rhythm.

Toph’s hand found your throat, holding you in place as she drove into you. “Come on then,” She ordered. “Come on my cock. Let me feel this perfect omega cunt squeeze me while I wreck it.”

“Toph–fuck, I'm coming!!”

Toph groaned low, feeling every contraction along her length. She didn’t stop moving, fucking you through it with short, deep strokes that kept your walls fluttering around her. “Fuck yes,” She hissed. “That’s my good Omega. Coming so hard on my cock you’re dripping everywhere.”

She kept thrusting, drawing out every aftershock until you were shaking and oversensitive. Only then did she slow, still buried deep inside you, her cock twitching with the effort of holding back her own release. She leaned down, lips brushing your ear.

“Now beg for it,” She whispered, voice dark with promise. “Beg me to knot this messy cunt and breed you full.”

“Please,” You whimpered, voice hoarse. “Knot me, Toph. Make me a mommy.”

Toph’s hips rolled in a slow, deliberate grind, her tip pressing against your fluttering walls. “Not yet,” She murmured. “Want to feel you come on me again first.”

She released your binded wrist and your hands immediately shot out to grasp at her shoulders, your nails dragging across the saturated skin.

Toph thrusted forward again, slower this time but just as deep. Your walls hugged her shaft, still sensitive from your first orgasm. The wet sound of her cock sliding through your slick filled the office, as Toph's pheromones released out of her in powerful waves causing your omega to purr. “This cunt was made for my cock, you feel so good baby.”

She drove into you with long, steady thrusts. Due to you still being so sensitive it didn't take long for your second orgasm to come barreling ahead. For you it was the intimacy of it, the way she was holding you flush against her, her body fully on top of you while your fingers traced her spine was enough to send you over the edge for the second time. You came with a quiet cry, your face buried into her neck, your thighs shaking as your canines elongated and locked onto that familiar mating mark.

Toph's hips picked up speed, her arms tightened around you as the beginnings of her powerful orgasm slammed into her. You let out a guttural moan as Toph growled possessively into the flesh of your neck. The ground underneath you vibrated with what could only be described as a minor earth quake. Toph's Alpha nature was screaming, demanding her knot be seated deep within you to ensure the legacy she had spent years running from came to fruition.

She was finally knotting you

Toph’s next thrust came up short, the swollen base of her knot catching at your entrance before it could sink deeper. The sudden stretch burned, forcing your pussy wider around the thickening bulb as it locked inside you.

Toph nuzzled your neck, her teeth grazing where she knew the mating mark she left on your skin all those years ago was. Her cock pulsed hard, your vision blurred as she bit down just as the first thick jet of hot cum painted your inner walls. Your fingers dug into the muscle of her back, nails scraping as another spurt followed as she came inside you. Toph was flooding you with her seed. Each pulse made your belly tighten and swell, the heat of her release spreading through you as your clit throbbed untouched between your bodies.

A broken sob tore from your throat as you lost track of home many times you've come. Your pussy clamped down around the knot as your walls fluttered, milking every fresh spurt she pumped into you. The metallic taste of your blood filled Toph's mouth as she marked you, her hips never stopped moving as she continuously pumped into you. She was completely lost to her animalistic nature and your omega couldn't be more satisfied.

Tears slipped free from your eyes, sliding down your cheeks as your body shook through the constant overstimulation.

Toph’s hips rolled in short, grinding circles, keeping the knot seated tight while her cock kept throbbing and releasing inside you. The shallow movement dragged the swollen bulb against every sensitive spot, forcing another helpless orgasm to crash through you. Your pussy spilled omega slick that splattered against her thighs and leaked into the sand below. Toph had you folded completely in half now, her hands bracing the back of your thighs as she held you place, making sure you got every last drop of her cum.

Toph's tongue lapped at the mark she left on your skin before she placed a wet kiss to it. She lifted her head from your neck, her palms leaving your thighs so she could cup your face firmly. The pad of her thumbs traced your cheeks, brushing away the fresh tears that continued to fall. “You're being such a good omega, taking every last drop of my seed. Are you still with me baby?”

Your lips parted around another breathless sound as your belly swelled full and heavy with her knot. “Y-yes, too full–can’t stop..”

“I know,” Toph husked, her eyes fluttering closed as the honey-scented musk of your heat started to dissipate from the air now that you had her knot. “It's been awhile Im going to make sure it takes.”

“You're going to be the best mom.” She added, kissing away your tears as she brushed your hair that was sticking to your face out of the way. “I wouldn't want anyone else to carry my pups.”

You knew she meant it. After spending so many years thinking she hated the absolute thought of it, you were at a loss for words. All you could do was cry and pull her down into a warm kiss. Toph rested her forehead against yours, her lips curving into a soft smile. You weren't sure how long you laying there just kissing her, but eventually, her knot deflated and softened, slipping out of you with a slick, wet pop.

Now that your heat had finally broken, all that remained was a quiet hum in your veins. Toph stayed close, her touch incredibly gentle as she lifted herself off of you and guided you out of the makeshift sandbed she had molded in the center of your office. You leaned heavily into Toph since your legs were still shaking. You really didn't have time to lay here with her, you were in desperate need of a shower and some food before your heat picked back up again. This was only day one.

“Ugh, I just realized,” You mumbled, resting your head against her shoulder as you looked around. “There isn't a shower here.”

“Why would there be?” Toph snorted, wrapping a solid arm around your waist to keep you up. “Good thing you drove to work today. Let's get you home before it picks up again because I can not do another round on the earth.”

“Whose fault is that? We had a perfectly good couch in here and somehow you still decided to make a bed out of the floor.” You responded.

“I needed the space,” Toph claimed, a wicked smirk cutting across her face. “Besides, you weren't complaining when you were begging me to put a pup in you.”

Your face warmed at that, you grabbed her discarded shirt from the desk and threw it right at her face. “Shut up.”

Toph just snorted, catching the fabric easily as you finally gathered your bearings. Looking around the room, the reality of the past few hours fully set in. The office was a complete disaster. Papers were scattered everywhere like confetti, the chair behind your desk was completely overturned.

If that weren't bad enough your walls were crooked and the floor was nonexistent since Toph had earth bended the pillars through your very expensive hardwood floors to lock you. “Toph. Look at this place, it's a mess.”

“Can't see it, babe, remember?” She teased, her grip on you tightening affectionately now that you were dressed.

“You know exactly what I mean,” You said, playfully slapping her arm with a huff. “You are definitely renovating this entire office the second my heat cycle is over.”

Toph let out a booming laugh, kissing your cheek. “Deal. I'll build you the fanciest office in Republic city, But first, lets get home.”

And you had never agreed with a statement more in your entire life.

AN: Sorry this took so long Anon I had to make this right for you and I still feel like I could've done more.

[pup-butch]

femme who begs their butch to cum in them vs butch who owns an ejaculating strap

also bonus point if they both are so into it that they actually believe they could get pregnant/ get the other pregnant

[sapphicbutterflykisses]

need a butch whimpering and groaning all their nasty thoughts in my ear

“You’re so good baby..fuck..” “stay right there…just like that..” “you can take it mama…doing so good for me..” “I really got you this wet baby?” “Such a pretty little slut for me..”

Can y’all tell IM in a mood…

[thatredheadloserlesbian]

mentally drained and sick of people

[thatredheadloserlesbian]

mentally drained and sick of people

[livelovelaugh-777]

[silentscionphylactery]

art by lou

@loumakesspice

[lavgalore]

♰ skater!ellie . . .

⌇ synopsis . . . just some thoughts ive had about Skater!ellie !

────────⊱ ⵌ 2.1k+ sfw and nsfw, modern au, no use of y/n, might be ooc (?) but i dont rlly think so, pet names (baby, pretty, princess.), fingering r and e!receiving, oral r!receiving, strap usage e!receiving, idk what else.

sfw below this . . .

♰ skater!ellie who . . . 100% owns a skate shop that seems to not be doing that well from the outside, but is actually raking in a good three to four thousand a month due to how many skateboards she assembles in a day.

♰ skater!ellie who's . . . Shop has so many different sections—one for when people came in for haircuts, one for assembling skateboards, one for tattoo's, the whole back department of the store is an indoor skate park, and clothing racks that were just scattered everywhere.

♰ skater!ellie who . . . Has bottles on top of bottles of hair dye in her cabinets, both at the store and flooding her bathroom at home.

♰ skater!ellie who . . . Dyes the same couple strands of hair different colors─not wanting to commit to a full head of skunk stripes.

♰ skater!ellie who . . . Always has black eyeliner and / or mascara smudged around her eyes no matter the occasion. Like she could be going to a serious family gathering with Joel and still put on her eyeliner.

♰ skater!ellie who . . . Owns at least ten cameras, half of them being old cam corders that she uses to make little vlogs with her friends.

♰ skater!ellie who's . . . Pants are either four sizes too big or barely baggy but still easy to pull off due to how she styles herself.

♰ skater!ellie who . . . Shitposts on youtube whenever she has time to film even though she knows no more than ten people are watching.

♰ skater!ellie who . . . Consumes at least two energy drinks every day and gets headaches if she doesn't. Dina even notices sometimes when she would drink two or three back to back.

"bro didnt you just have one?"

"yeah and what about it?"

"its not healthy."

"uhhh is keeping my headaches away suddenly unhealthy?"

♰ skater!ellie who . . . Spray paints designs on the walls both inside and outside of the shop, decorating it to her liking.

♰ skater!ellie who . . . custom made her skateboard as in the bottom of it would be her own drawings, and I know she would have at least fifty stickers per skateboard she's ever had.

♰ skater!ellie who . . . Whenever she messes up a trick or falls down she'll just lay down in the spot she fell for a good thirty seconds contemplating everything.

"you good?"

"mmph."

♰ skater!ellie who . . . fell in love at first sight when you walked into the shop asking if she sold jeans. You had been struggling to find affordable jeans that flattered you so once your friend suggested a skate shop a couple blocks from your house you decided to give it a shot.

"Hey uhm, my friend suggested I come here if i wanted baggy jeans... do you sell them?" you had asked, leaning on the counter as Ellie assembled a skateboard for some random.

"Uh─yeah─yeah help yourself!" She stammered, hands trembling against the screw diver she held.

♰ skater!ellie who . . . Told Dina and Jesse about you the second you bought two pairs of jeans and left.

"She said she liked my hair!"

"El, honey... did you ask for her name?" Dina asked, slightly joking as she knew how Ellie got once she got a crush.

"Uh—not yet!"

♰ skater!ellie who . . . Made sure to actually get ready every morning on from the day you came in the shop, hoping that you'd see her without eyeliner from the night before that somehow ended up on her cheek.

♰ skater!ellie who . . . Met you again at a party one of your mutual friends was having. You sat outside on the porch, trying to get away from the noise for more than two seconds at a time. Ellie however went out to smoke a blunt she had rolled earlier that day.

You watch as she walks ahead of you, lighting the blunt and taking a deep drag. She wore jorts, a sliver of skin revealed by her slightly cropped shirt.

You didnt even notice she had turned around.

She blew a trail of smoke out the side of her mouth, "You smoke?" she asks, snapping you out of your trance.

You straighten your posture, nodding as you set your hands on your knees. She smiles, walking over and plopping down next to you.

She hands you the blunt, "thanks." you mutter, voice low over the music that continued blast in the house.

Her eyes linger on your lips as you hollow your cheeks, sharp smoke entering your lungs as you inhale. you pull it away, coughing and handing it back to ellie.

"holy shit." you manage through coughs, she lets out a chuckle, "you're okay, princess." she says, hand coming up to your back to rub it lightly.

Heat creeps up your neck as you finally take in ellies appearance. "wait... you own that skate shop a couple blocks down from the grocery store, right?"

Ellies face turns a light pink, her freckles fading under the blood rushing to her face. She nods, removing her hand from your back as she continues smoking the blunt.

♰ skater!ellie who . . . Would be lying if she said she didn't notice you walking outside and wanted a moment with you alone.

♰ skater!ellie who . . . Was estatic when you began to come to the shop regularly despite not skating once in your life. Like she would call and message jesse and dina every day after you would visit, just sitting around or watching her skate around.

♰ skater!ellie who . . . Started keeping your favorite snacks in stock so you didnt have to leave her to buy them.

♰ skater!ellie who . . . Had so much fun teaching you to skate after you had brought up the idea.

Her hands held yours, keeping you safe as your feet stay planted on the board under you.

She began to push the skateboard lightly, "El! I'm gonna fall!" You exclaim, squeeling and tightening your grip on her arms.

"No you won't, pretty." she chuckled, guiding the board along the flat part of the park.

♰ skater!ellie who . . . Lets you color in her tattoos with markers and sharpies so you linger with her everywhere she goes, not worrying if her skin was stained for a couple days no matter how much she scrubbed.

♰ skater!ellie who . . . Constantly compliments you. You weren't exactly insecure, but you still had feelings, so when ellie began complimenting you whenever you saw her you're days became so much brighter.

"Your hair looks so pretty!"

"I like your pants, where'd you get them?" She jokes, "here, ellie." You say, a grin creeping onto your lips. "well they look insanely good on you!"

"You smell so good."

"I love your piercings."

"You're so gorgeous."

♰ skater!ellie who . . . Starts to give you clothes from the shop for free due to how much you were buying already. You had spent so much money once that she just decided to give you clothes for free.

"No, ellie! let me buy them! I just got paid too!"

"no, you've already bought basically half the store, I might as well give you stuff for free!"

♰ skater!ellie who . . . Is so awkward the first time you sleep over at her house, cleaning every crevice the night before.

♰ skater!ellie who . . . Comes over with a busted lip, a thick cut in her eyebrow, scraped knees, and scraped elbows.

"Oh my god, ellie! what happened?" you ask, dragging her into the house so you could clean her up.

"540 gone wrong," she jokes, a chuckle escaping her as she tried to keep her eyes open.

You drag her into your bathroom, a towel and rubbing alchohol resting on your sink. She sat on the closed toilet, looking up at you as you wiped away dried blood and dirt from her body.

"might sting..." you mutter, starting to concentrate on the open wounds.

She takes a sharp breath in, her hands shooting up to your waist just for something to hold on to. "sorrysorrysorry" you quickly apologize as you put a bandaid on her eyebrow.

"Better?" she nods slowly, "anything else you need?" she nods, grinning slightly.

"kiss my booboo?" she asks, already laughing along with you as you lean in, pressing a soft kiss ontop of the bandaid.

You pull away, ellies eyes still lingering on yours as you look down on her. Your breath hitches, the distance between the two of you seeming to pull you in.

Her eyes flicker to your lips, her hands remaining on your waist. she swallows, "can I kiss you?" she asks just above a whisper.

You dont reply, only pulling her in so your lips touch, like puzzle pieces meant for eachother. Your hands cup her cheeks, attempting to pull her in deeper but quickly stopping once she winces.

"you okay?" you ask, concern beginining to show. Her hands raises to her lips, lightly grazing the cut that began to bleed again.

"My lip, baby." she mutters, looking at her blood covered finger.

"you wanted to kiss me!"

"Yeah but I didn't expect you to become a vampire!"

nsfw below this . . .

♰ skater!ellie who . . .Once she found out she was going to be the one to take your virginity, she made sure your first time was unforgettable.

She had laid out so much—flowers, candles, drinks, and more—just to make sure you had a memorable night. She was so gentle, handling you like you were a prized possession—which, to her, you were.

She constantly checked in on you.

“You okay, pretty?”

“Tap me twice if you ever want me to stop.”

“You’re so tight, baby… this shouldn’t hurt. If it does, tell me,” she’d warn as she stretched you out—one finger at a time before stopping at two.

♰ skater!ellie who . . .Felt so accomplished when she made you come embarrassingly hard just by rubbing your clit.

♰ skater!ellie who . . . Is a praise demon—both in giving and receiving. She praises everything you do, especially after she realizes you have a praise kink following the first time you had sex.

She’ll even drop little bits of praise in public just to watch your demeanor shift.

One quiet “You did so good, pretty,” and she’s satisfied, watching you start to stutter.

But the second you praise her while she’s sucking on your sensitive bud, she melts, only trying harder as she listens to the whiny moans spilling from your lips.

Her eyes stay locked on you as you struggle to keep your thighs from closing around her head.

“Fuck—you feel so good, baby…” you coo. Her eyes widen as she sucks harder, your hands quickly tangling in her hair.

“Ellie!”

♰ skater!ellie who . . .Is high-key a squirter.

The first time you fingered her, she practically transcended into another reality. It only took her maybe five minutes to come—her legs trembling, her back arching, her slick coating nearly your entire forearm.

Her hands fly up to her face. “Shit,” she mutters, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“S—sorry…” she stutters, the cool air against her sensitive heat making her shiver.

“Baby, there’s no way you’re apologizing,” you reassure, gently pulling her hands away from her face.

“That was hot as fuck.”

♰ skater!ellie who . . . Films sex tapes on one of her many cameras. They are her favorite thing to watch when alone too.

♰ skater!ellie who . . . Quickly learns what specific toys you prefer and buys a good ten more from some random sex shop.

♰ skater!ellie who . . . Is used to giving more in sexual relationships, but ever since she started dating you—someone who actually cared about her pleasure—she's been receiving so much more.

♰ skater!ellie who . . . Is a mess when you strap her for the first time, body sweating, hands shaking as she tries to find something to hold onto, and gruelingly deep moans ripping from her throat after every thrust.

♰ skater!ellie who . . . Loves watching you come undone. like she genuinely loves seeing how many times she can make you climax until not only you've basically become a ragdoll but also once she's done eating you out like you're a five star meal.

a/n this was supposed to be a quick short one but bruh ts long asf </3