MDNI, 18+ only | toph x reader, fem!reader, earthbender!reader, wlw, biting, cunnilingus (reader receiving), fingering, top!toph, dom!toph, aftercare
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lowercase intended, kind of proofread
synopsis: toph and you get in a spat about the teaching of your students. smut ensues.
a/n: my first time actually finishing smut lol i’m kinda nervy, be nice to me pls. !!requests are open!! (but be warned smut takes me forever to write)
you tended to take a softer approach with your students at the metalbending academy than toph did. she was a harsh teacher, relying on the age old technique of laying her students down flat to teach them how to defend themselves. you, on the other hand, liked to teach them defensive maneuvers while gently encouraging them as they shaped the metal to their will.
after she finished sparring with a group of students, she stood on top of the pile of their bodies she had created, bound together by metal. “i’m the greatest earthbender in the world!”
she hopped down and you flicked your hand in the students’ direction, unbinding them from their jumbled restraints. “you guys did a really good job today,” you assured them as they rubbed their aching joints with dejected looks. “we’ll start back in the morning on the defensive maneuvers.”
across the courtyard, toph unwound her wrists of the bandages that firmly covered her wrists. “i wasn’t done with them.”
you gave her a skeptical look she couldn’t see. “you were standing on them,” you pointed out. “i think they’d had enough.”
“i’ll decide when *my* students are finished training,” she shot back at you. she hoisted her training bag over her shoulder and stalked off.
“well, maybe that’s why none of them can bend to save their lives!” you shouted behind her frustratedly, mouthing a silent ‘sorry’ to penga after, who looked back at you with a hurt look.
during the war, you and toph had an easy friendship. you were unworried about jobs or parents, and were in fact two girls freely traveling the world with your friends. but ever since you agreed to help her “wrangle” her students and accepted the assistant instructor position at her academy, things had tensed between you.
you let out an annoyed huff and gathered your things from the courtyard. you dropped them off in your room in the instructor’s quarters and grabbed your towel off the hook on the back of the door. you stomped to the bathhouse the sat behind the academy, replaying your interaction; toph’s terse tone and how she never even turned to face you. you peeled off your clothes and sunk into the steaming water of the bath.
the hot water worked out the knots in your muscles and washed away the exhaustion from the day. you closed your eyes and leaned your head back against the edge of the large stone pool you rested in. the water felt charged, as if katara was there, channeling the power of the spirits through the water and healing every ache and pain your body carried.
it felt so good that you almost didn’t hear the door to the bathhouse open. your head snapped up as you rushed to cover your bare breasts with your arm. when you realized it was toph you allowed your hand to fall. it’s not like she could them anyways, you thought.
“um, hello? i’m in here,” you said, snapping your fingers as you spoke.
she shrugged. “i didn’t know you were in here.”
“right, like i believe that,” you said, rolling your eyes. “i’m willing to wager that you sensed me coming in here, and you just want to make a point.”
she hummed and started unclasping her belt. “and what point would that be?” she asked.
you shrugged. “that you can still stand you be around me.”
toph pulled off her tunic, and your gaze trailed over her chiseled abdomen and bare arms. “i never said i couldn’t stand to be around you.”
“not in so many words,” you replied tersely. you watched as she removed her pants and then put your lust aside as realization set in. “you’re not seriously getting in while i’m still in here, are you?”
she shrugged and reached behind her back to undo the clasp of her bandeau. you watched, eyes wide and jaw slack, as her full breasts fell free of the constraining undergarment. “we’re both adults, aren’t we?”
you leaned your head back, intent on not being a pervert as she stripped herself of her underwear and dipped into the water. you ignored, or tried to at least, the warmth that pooled between your legs.
“why do you insist on torturing me?” you asked, pressing your eyes closed and willing yourself to ignore the way your heart stuttered.
toph sat down a few feet away from you, but neither of you were oblivious to the electric current that seemed to consume the distance.
“why do you insist on undermining my authority?” she fired back sharply. “this whole good cop bad cop act is seriously annoying, y/n.”
you scoffed. “come on. you, a cop? i was going more for a teacher and ruthless conqueror motif.”
toph smiles crookedly at that. “i haven’t conquered everything,” she says, and you don’t miss the uneven quirking of her lips as she waits for your response.
you blink dumbly. maybe you weren’t oblivious to the electrical feeling between you and toph, but you were completely oblivious to whatever she meant by that.
“you haven’t conquered anything,” you ventured to correct her.
she shrugged, her massive arms rippling the water, a smug grin on her face. “a few girls in yu dao might disagree.”
your face twisted in confusion, then morphed into realization as it sunk in what toph had said. “don’t say that, it’s crass.”
“but true,” toph said, biting her lip and closing her eyes, head lolling back like she was fondly remembering the girls in yu dao. “and there’s something… someone i’ve yet to conquer.”
you shifted nervously. sure, you had thought about toph fucking you like this before late at night when it was just you and your own fingers toying with your clit. you imagined that she would drop you roughly onto your bed and force your legs apart, her fingers digging into your knees in such a way that was sure to leave behind bruises on your skin as she dove into your dripping pussy. but it was one thing to imagine fucking her than her saying she wanted to fuck you while you were both naked and slick with your shared bath water.
when your breathing hitched and your puke quickened, toph moved toward you. your legs parted if their own accord under the water and she stood squarely between them. her tits were level with your eyes and you greedily drank in her supple appearance before her lips crashed down on yours in a possessive kiss.
she bit down on your bottom lip and you whimpered as she began to drag her calloused hands over the smooth skin of your chest. when her fingers found your nipples, already hard and peaked, she laughed into your mouth. toph took your nipple and rolled it between her thumb and index finger, cataloging the way your back arched and your heart rate quickened.
toph’s other hand found its way to your hair, grasping firmly at the base of your head and tilting it back. suddenly, you regretted not taking in the sight of her body while you were talking, when you had the chance to appreciate her effortless beauty. now, as she licked the shaft of your throat and bit your collarbones, you were too stimulated to think of anything more than the slick pooling between your legs and the way her body felt against yours.
“toph i-“ you gasped.
“you what, angel?” toph asked condescendingly. “you want me to fuck you? you want me to destroy this pussy of yours?”
toph’s hand flexed around the base of your neck, momentarily choking the air out of you. you simply nodded, unable to speak. she smirked. “i’m gonna tell you what to do, since you seem to think you can get away with telling me what to do.”
you nodded eagerly, wanting to feel her mouth on your swollen, achy clit and her fingers working in and out of your core.
“good girl,” she said, pulling away from you completely. “sit up on the edge.”
you did as you were told, keeping your feet in the water, but smacking your bare ass against the warm stone of the bath. “okay.”
toph sunk back into the water and you watched the way her tits bobbed, how her hand ventured to the mound between her legs. “now touch yourself,” she instructed. “and remember, i can’t see, so i’ll need to hear you.”
you nodded dumbly and slid your fingers between your soaking wet folds, moaning at the friction. you kept your eyes focused on toph’s crooked smile and her full, bare breasts. your finger circled your clit and you moaned even louder, aching for her mouth to take your place.
“who’s in charge here?” toph asked, her tone harsh as she quietly touched herself.
“you are,” you managed to whimper. “you’re in charge, master.”
your pace quickened and you could feel yourself slipping, on the verge of cumming, but just as your pace quickened and you moaned loudly, toph’s hand firmly gripped your wrist and yanked your hand away.
“you don’t get to come yet,” toph tutted in that gravelly tone that drove you crazy. “you’re going to beg for it.”
her mouth covered yours again, kissing you possessive while her hand wove into your hair and tugged. she pulled away from you. “you think you’re so perfect, don’t you angel?”
you tried to object; to explain that just because you were kind didn’t mean you thought so highly of yourself. but before you could, three of toph’s thick, calloused fingers sunk into your opening and all you could do was let out a warbled cry.
toph roughly kneaded your breast with her free hand. she could feel every writhe of your body as she worked you over with her hands.
“you’re taking me so well, angel,” she said, a smirk playing on her lips. she quickened her pace inside you, then dipped her head and licked a languid line through your center. “mmm, you taste so good.”
her tongue flicked over your clit quickly, in short lapping motions. you cried out, your eyes closed and your head back, mouth open in a perfect ‘o’ as moans ripped from the back of your throat.
you roughly pulled her face deeper into your pussy by yanking on a fistful of your hair.
she obliged, but her strokes against your clit got slower, and her fingers stopped moving.
“please, toph. i need to… i need you,” you whimpered, still pushing her face into your pussy.
“say it,” she muttered against your clit and your back arched as the vibrations met your sensitive bud.
“make me cum, toph,” you cried out. “please master, please make me cum,” you pleaded.
she resumed her ruthless pace, fucking you with her calloused fingers and greedily sucked on your clit, like she was trying to pull all of the disobedience from this sensitive spot on your body. you wound your hand in her hair, sharply yanking it with every convulsion of your body which made toph moan against your clit, driving you over the edge.
as you came, you screamed her name loudly enough that, despite the distance between the bathhouse and the academy, most of your students could hear you. your body convulsed and twitched, and your juices pooled messily over toph’s palm as she kept sucking, determined to draw out every last tremor.
“spirits, toph!” you cried as she fingered you through your climax.
once your body relaxed, she pulled her fingers out of you with a pop. she roughly grabbed your jaw and squeezed it to open your mouth, stuffing her fingers in your mouth.
“suck,” toph instructed and you did as your were told, lapping up your cum from her fingers. she watched you as if she could actually see you. “good girl.”
toph sunk back into the water, pulling you onto her lap easily. she peppered your chest and collarbones with soft kisses, ran her fingers through your hair, traced small circles on your hips.
you giggled as toph’s fingers trailed up your spine. “what, so you make me orgasm and then you get all soft?”
“would you prefer i bent you over my leg and spanned that pretty little ass of yours?” toph asked, her sightless eyes boring into yours.
you stifled another giggle and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, which still faintly tasted like you. “maybe some other time.”
need her to bend me over her knee and spank me until i can’t sit, then throw me on the bed and fuck me in all positions so hard my womb disintegrates, then spit on me and degrade me to filth, then slap me off the bed. mmm yes yes
.✦ ݁˖ pregnant!fem!reader, established relationship, other than that just fluff;
zuko had picked you up a thousand times before.
over his shoulder. in his arms. into his lap during slow, lazy afternoons when you were both half-asleep, mumbling nonsense, but still refusing to let go of each other's warmth.
but this time was different.
this time, you were carrying his child.
your child.
"zuko, seriously," you laughed as he still held onto you anyway, stubborn as ever. "i can walk."
"i know you can walk," he muttered, his large hands adjusting carefully around your waist and back, brushing against your robes as if he was recalculating every possible way to hold you safely. "i just—"
he lifted you anyway.
—and immediately let out a strained little grunt.
then the room went completely silent.
the birds outside stopped chirping.
the wind didn't seem to blow anymore.
you blinked slowly.
zuko blinked right back.
for a moment, neither of you said anything.
then his expression dropped.
it was subtle at first — just a flicker of realization — but it quickly turned into full-blown horror, like he had just witnessed the collapse of his entire legacy before his eyes.
"...did you just grunt?" you ask finally, breaking the silence. your tone is calm, but your face gives nothing away.
"no...?" he replies immediately, too fast.
"you absolutely did," you say at once, not letting him escape it.
"i didn't," he snaps, a little sharper now, shifting his grip slightly like he's trying to prove a point. "i adjusted my stance."
you keep staring at him.
he refuses to meet your eyes.
your hands slowly rise, gently cradling his face so he has no choice but to look at you. his jaw is tense, his ears faintly red, his entire composure hanging by a thread.
despite his obvious distress, you smile softly.
"are you calling me heavy?"
his shoulders drop a little.
he exhales, trying to recover.
okay. maybe he was overreacting.
it was just a grunt, you smiled. maybe it wasn't that big of a deal. maybe you had nothing to be upset about.
yeah.
"no, love," he says, forcing a small smile.
then your fingers press into his cheeks, squishing them together as you study him very seriously.
"then put me down and pick me up again," you say, tone flat, deadpan. "without the grunt."
his eyes widen slightly.
he fakes a cough, trying to hide the sound of his fast heartbeating, as if you can hear it.
"yes, love," he answers, voice already wavering as he quickly clears his throat like that might fix everything.
Omg imagine toph scissoring reader, would she be the soft type or the rough type?
i’m very biased but toph is definitely the rough type for me 😩
she will definitely be soft if you ask or during sleepy morning sessions, but i just feel like she’s mostly rough.
coming home from a stressful day at work and your greeting isn’t even finished when her clothes are already coming off and so are yours; she doesn’t need words, just the warmth of your needy pussy against hers. has you locked under her in the meanest grip as she roughly fucks your cunt with hers, juices mixing together and you’re both mewling messes from the delicious pressures of your clits bumping.
she definitely uses her hands too. likes kneading your tits as she ruts up against you or smacking your thigh while it’s crossed over hers.. mhm mhm!!!!
and after you cum she goes down on you to slurp it all up because toph beifong does NOT waste 👅
she walks like it’s HEAVYY!!! and my girl’s a man spreader so you just know her dick print is always obvious, thick and long resting on her thigh and poking through her sweats. 🤤
she’s shameless about it and doesn’t even bother hiding it because she’s actually very proud of her dick. so she was more than delighted to know your reaction to it when she’d finally pull it out. it SPRINGS up free the second the boxers are slightly tugged down, like it has a mind of its own, and your breath hitches in awe and shock at the length and girth of it.
base is a light #f7ddcb, i’d say the tip’s a darker pink/flushed red like #bf6b60, unshaved, slightly curved to the right, a vein running up under the shaft to its middle.. girth is also 1.8 inches!
she also has RAAAGING morning wood.
i mean idk, i haven’t thought much about it! hope this answers your question!
toph being so mean as she makes you take her cock. using her thick muscles to hold you down as she fills your cunt with her huge cock, cooing mockingly at your pretty face crumpled up in tears, brokenly gasping her name as you try to take her in but the pressure is too much.
content: slow burn (?? question mark), fluff, falling in love, fem!reader, brief mentions of SA/slight gore, misogyny.. i think that’s it? most of the tags are in the previous parts!!
summary: i’ll think of one later zzzzz
author’s note: a little tired so this isn’t proofread! will check for mistakes later <3 this started out nice and then.. idk.. i feel like i got sloppier around the end. i hope it isn’t too noticeable bc i still like it 😓 also going on a small break after this, you can read the post here icymi!
wc: 4.7k // prev. part here.
⤷ art creds: sleemonkv on X! — toph masterlist!
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“alright then,” toph stretches her limbs before giving you a final bow. “are you really sure you don’t want me to stay the night?”
“don’t be ridiculous,” you huff, blushing at the implication even though she didn’t mean it. “a knight can’t stay the night with a princess, and i am not in need of your assistance any longer. i have troubled you enough as is.”
she smiles, tapping your forehead with her armored finger, “my job is to be troubled by you, princess.”
you hate how unfairly sweet her tongue is, able to disarm you in a matter of seconds. “.. you.. j-just leave already!”
“if you say so.” and with that, her hand finds the top of your head to give it a gentle pat, then the heavy thudding of her steps echoes through the ridiculously huge room.
you watch her retreating figure, and a quiet panic seizes your heart.
you really, really didn’t want to be alone tonight. that was the truth, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to make her stay. she’d already done so much for you today, she deserved rest too. and the last thing you wanted right now was to indulge your spoiled whims more — you went through most of your life without help, and you weren’t about to ruin that streak now. you wouldn’t abuse her kindness simply because she offered you a hand and a shoulder to cry on.
she stops by the door, giving you a final smile before closing it after her, “good night, your highness.”
the shutting click feels so unbearably loud, piercing through the silence like a pebble through water.
you let out a shaky sigh, looking down at your lap, “.. good night.”
the night is long and restless, filled with the constant sound of the sheets rustling as you toss and turn, the awful memories plaguing your mind.
but the more that evening plays through your head, the more the man’s face gradually blurs, and toph’s seems to shine more gloriously than ever before.
you recall it all so vividly; the spurt of gushing blood, the slice of steel through the cold air, the whipping of her hair when she slid the helmet off.
she was so beautiful.
those milky eyes as white as the rising moon, her skin so soft unlike what you’d expect of a knight of her caliber, her features so pretty it felt criminal to hide them behind that hunk of metal..
but more than anything, she was so strong.
the tales of her fights served her justice, but witnessing it for yourself was a wholly different experience. in only a few seconds, the edge of her blade found the perfect spot on his neck, cutting through like it wasn’t human flesh and bone but soft fruit, his severed head rolling off on the grass in its entirety, the slice so clean for a sightless woman..
a shiver went up your spine.
so, this was toph beifong.
by the umpteenth loop of the memory, you’d almost completely forgotten what the man looked like, like he’d never existed at all. instead, toph’s face took up all your thoughts, increasing in beauty and detail each time. you curl up on your wide bed, hugging your plushie tighter, a small reluctant smile tugging at your lips as your eyes finally flutter shut.
sleep soon claims you, lulled by the repeat of toph’s honeyed words in your mind.
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you wake up at the first chirp of a robin at your window, its tiny beak poking at the glass. you’d normally huff and roll over at the unwelcome noise, but today you were more than grateful for this small bird indicating the start of a new day.
yes, it was a completely new, untainted day, for you to forget everything and start over. you get off the bed, hair as mussy as that very bird’s nest, pulling down your ridden up gown.
you reach for your small stash of seeds and berries, tucked in a corner of your closet to escape your father’s judgment, dropping a few on your hand and heading back over to your window.
you open it, the cold breeze of early autumn mornings hitting your still sleep-warm face, then you stick your palm out, watching the little hungry creature dig in and occasionally pinch your skin.
you sigh softly, your breath coming out smokey as you take in the wispy fog around the castle, the sky a soft blue.
the sun was just beginning to rise.
when your hand’s empty, you roll your eyes fondly at its relentless nipping. “that’s enough, you greedy thing. shoo.”
you give its fuzzy head a slight nudge, and it takes off to go pester someone else.
you never usually woke up this early, so your maids hadn’t come to tend to you and dress you yet. your bare feet softly pad across the floor until you reach your door, opening it slowly to confirm the emptiness of the hallways.
your head pokes out to the right, drinking in the completely unoccupied corridor; it is indeed too early for anyone else to be up. you’re about to snicker when your eyes slowly drift to the left, and a startled gasp almost leaves your lips before you quickly muffle it with your hands over your mouth.
what the hell?
a knight was stationed by your room, the tip of their sword against the ground for support as their arms rested crossed over the hilt, soft snores escaping their half-off helmet.
this was scandalous. nobody was allowed near your chambers without permission!
your features scrunched up in shock and anger, and you were about to shove them awake when you noticed the familiar curve of their lips and the tip of their nose, the bottom half of their face having slipped out of their headgear.
you squint.
“toph!?” you spit out when the realization dawns on you, and your doubts are confirmed when she stirs, her tongue darting out to moisten her dry lips. “mm.. your highness. so early..”
you blink, heart still racing from the jumpscare, watching her drowsily sheathe the blade back around her waist.
you stare at her, confused, before your face twists into a sterner frown. “toph beifong.”
she slides her helmet off, rubbing at her half-lidded eyes, “.. yes, your highness?”
“.. how long have you been here?” you ask pointedly, crossing your arms over your chest.
“i just came here, princess.” she answers casually, but her disheveled appearance does anything but aid her lies.
“did you stay here the whole night?”
“no.”
“beifong.”
“…” she scratches the back of her head, “.. uh, i like it here?”
you sigh, grabbing hold of her armored hand and pulling her into your room. “i ordered you to leave me last night.”
she hums as you shut the door behind you both, “i thought you might need me.”
“but i told you i wouldn’t,” you step over to her and give her chest a frustrated prod. “you could have gotten into a lot of trouble if someone spotted you, a knight, waiting by my chambers without permission. do you think they would assume your intentions pure?”
“but i am a woman.”
“even if!” you rub your temples, a helpless blush rising up your cheeks. “that aside, you still didn’t have to do this. i know it might not have been obvious enough yesterday, but i am a perfectly capable woman. i don’t need you to lose sleep over me, or guard me all night.”
“so stubborn,” she complains sleepily, lifting your chin with her index. “i simply wanted to guard you that night. was my presence really that unwelcome?”
“i..” you trail off, her gaze softening as she tilts her head. “tell me, princess. look me in the eyes and tell me you didn’t want my help in the slightest.”
“o-of course i didn’t.”
her thumb finds your bottom lip, tugging it down. “you’re lying. i can tell by your heartbeat.”
your mouth moves in useless shapes, before you decide on lowering your gaze and grumbling under your breath, “.. that’s not fair at all.”
her touch urges you to lift your head again, “it’s alright to ask for help, princess.”
“i know that.”
“clearly not.”
“you don’t know me.”
“i know enough. you’re too proud.”
“i don’t wanna hear that from you, of all people.”
she sighs, “i’m not trying to argue, princess. i just want you to admit that you did secretly want me to stay the night.”
“…”
“mhm?”
you huff, and she smiles at the feel of your lips puckering up into a pout under her finger. “.. just a little.”
she shrugs, “i’ll take that.”
you push her towards your bed, cheeks flushed, “yeah, yeah, whatever. just go to sleep, you must be exhausted.”
“i really am!” she groans as she falls face first into your plush pillows. “wow, these are the softest pillows i’ve ever felt in my life. you royals really go all out with everything, huh. oh,” her curious hand feels up a nearby object, which turns out to be your plushie after further inspection. her grin widens, giving it a squeeze, “aw, what’s this? princess still sleeps with children’s toys?”
“tophhh!!!” you lunge at her with a whine, trying to pry it off her grasp, face redder than ever before. “give it back!”
“no wayyy,” she laughs and you want to cry at how useless you are in front of her strong bulk, managing to keep you at bay with her left hand on your forehead alone. she coos, nuzzling it mockingly, “i wanna sleep with cute teddy too.”
“i-i hate you so much!!” you settle for grabbing a pillow and tossing it at her face, which only causes more sleepy giggles to erupt from her throat. you grab the blanket and throw it over her entire figure, “go to sleep! forever!”
“i sure will.” the thick blanket does nothing to hide the smugness in her muffled voice, “especially with this adorable.. plushie whatever thing keeping me company. mhm, puts me right to sleep. ow!”
you give her a final hit with your pillow before stomping away, embarrassed. “whatever, just sleep. and don’t make a noise, lest anyone should find you.”
her head peeks out from the blanket, “but won’t your personal attendants come in here, your highness?”
you sift through your large collection of dresses, up on your tip toes, “i’ll get ready by myself and leave before they come, so no. just be off before eleven, understood?”
…
you look back over your shoulder and bite back a snort; she was already sound asleep.
it took you several attempts and lots of cursing to finally get into all the layers of your dress without help, having only rarely done this before, and more disgruntled grunts accompanied your tedious hair styling.
you pat down your bodice, taking in every angle of your dress in the mirror, quite satisfied with the results.
the sky is brighter and your helpers will be here any minute now. you take one last glance at toph, who had kicked half the blanket off in her sleep, and your eyes rove over her armored body.
you frown.
sleeping in that had to hurt!
the clock read 7:32 AM, so you still had a little bit of time left. you lift your dress off the floor, making your way to her unmoving form.
you slowly reach for her shoulders, gently shifting her to try and find how the hell this gear came off. it never crossed your mind that you seriously had no idea how they put their armor on.
you spot the leather straps around her different joints, and your delicate fingers try working them open without waking her, and this process absolutely puts your earlier struggles to shame.
what was the deal with hard clothes today?!
“ahh..” you sigh softly, pleased when the breastplate finally comes off. you’re about to smile at your success when you realize how terrible this looks. you were undressing a sleeping woman!
you shake your head, already growing warm with fluster. hey, this was completely, totally innocent. yes, the armor had to be bugging her.
your eyes do — through no fault of your own — drift to her chest for a moment, admiring the beige linen snug against the beautiful swells, and you quickly look away in shame.
you were two women anyway, so this was not wrong, right?
and with that flimsy excuse, you allow yourself to look again. even though you were now well aware that she was a woman, this felt like even more concrete, face-slapping evidence. your gaze travels back to her unfairly pretty face, bits of saliva leaking out of her lips.
you grimace at the vulgar sight, fishing out your handkerchief to clean it up. it was not lady-like to drool so shamelessly in your sleep.
as you dab it off her cheek, a weird sense of envy settles in your chest. she didn’t have to be lady-like.
she could drool in her sleep and spar with men. lead battalions and drink lots of beer. her orders were as absolute as a man’s, with strength just as equal if not better.
she didn’t even need anyone to protect her like you did — she could do anything she wanted without the slightest fear or worry in the world.
you chew on your bottom lip. it wasn’t fair; she was everything you wished you could be.
you snap out of your thoughts, running out of time, and find the rest of the tied up knots to undo.
you finish taking off most pieces of her armor, quietly setting them under your bed to avoid any suspicious clanking, then you softly brush all the hair away from her face, some of the strands sticking with sweat.
you give her another once-over (well, a thrice-over), and your jealousy bubbles at how different her body is than yours.
the fabric is tight against thick, toned arms and legs, as opposed to your weaker figure. your whole life you had heard how muscle suited men and was utter blasphemy on women, that it emasculated them and stripped them off their natural beauty and femininity.
if that was true, then why was the woman laying before you the most beautiful girl you’d ever seen?
she didn’t look masculine at all — far from it. it felt like the very definition of womanhood rewrote itself in your head when you saw her.
she looked like the woman of your dreams.
a soft blush tints your cheeks when you realize what your thought sounds like.
erm— you meant the woman you dreamt of being, of course.
pairs of steps reach your ears from the hallway, so you quickly pull the blanket over her body once more, clutching the hem of your dress and walking off.
they’re met with you the second you go out the door. perfect timing.
you notice their mouths open in confusion, about to ask how and why you’re fully dressed up so early and without their help — but you save them the conversation by striding off briskly. “i just wanted to get ready by myself today. come now, join me for some breakfast.”
your assured tone thankfully lets nothing slide, and so they follow suit, wordlessly joining your sides.
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you spend the day sipping on your tea, strolling around the gardens to gaze at your lovely flower collection. you’d briefly joined your father for a meeting — a dreadfully boring one that had you counting the ridges of your fingertips — before politely excusing yourself. it’s not like they ever listened to your suggestions anyway, too busy gawking at the only woman in the room to care about her words.
you walk around the castle, your gown collecting some dust, when you find the knights’ training ground.
you come closer, the clashes of steel and the grunts and moans growing louder as you do, and your gaze falls on the oh so familiar silhouette fighting three men simultaneously.
mhm. so, she did wake up and successfully leave through your window without arousing suspicion.
good.
loud cackles resound through her helmet, two of the men knocked down as the tip of her sword grazes the last one’s chin, his shaky arms up in surrender. “that all you got?” she gives him a light slap with the flat surface of the blade, taking a step back. “pretty fat loss for such cocky boys. thought you could take me on if you teamed up, do you realize how stupid that sounds now?”
“yes, general beifong..” they mumble together in defeat, and a small smile tugs at your lips at the sight.
you’d been silently watching them, back pressed against the wall a few feet away from them, when her head suddenly turned your way.
you can’t see her eyes on you, hidden behind metal, but the mere acknowledgment of your presence from so far away causes your breath to slightly hitch.
once again, calloused hands find the heavy headgear, sliding it off as pools of black hair swirl and drop down her back. for the amount of times she’s done this, it’s impressive how captivated it gets you each and every time.
she calls out to you, her helmet tucked under her armpit and a furiously charming smirk plastered on her face, “is that you, your highness!?”
“y-yes!” you reply back, voice cracking at the amount of eyes on you, all the soldiers leaning and twisting to catch a glimpse of you. she beckons you closer, and while the gesture would normally offend a royal like you, you find yourself bunching up your dress as you step over the rocks, going over to her.
she brushes back her thick, sweaty hair, her stance much softer when you stand in front of her. she gives you a big grin, “come to watch me train, princess?”
the heavy, insisting gazes on you made you shift in discomfort, but you tried replying normally nonetheless. “no, i— .. i just happened to pass by.”
she hums, a sweet allure to her eager smile, “i see. did you see how great i was? how i absolutely swept the ground with these idiots? you should give it a try, princess.”
you perk up, eyes widening, before you shake your head vehemently. “i-i couldn’t. i’ve never ever held a sword like yours before.”
she leans down, pale eyes accurately set on yours, “well, do you want to?”
you’d heard that question many times in the past — but it was always mocking, condescending, rhetorical. you tensed up reflexively, but slowly relaxed when you noted no hint of sarcasm in her voice.
you blink, incredulous.
a knight scoffs from behind her, his steps loud against the ground as he comes stand next to both of you. he glares daggers into her, “what are you doing, general beifong? this is the princess. how dare you suggest she sullies her soft hands with dirty male duties? just because you’re a failure of a woman doesn’t mean you can lump our beloved king’s daughter in with you.”
your body instantly locks up in response, the words grating on your nerves like nails on a chalkboard.
you want to speak but toph beats you to it, “so, pretty princess. do you want to?”
huh?
you look at her, confused, her smile warm like he didn’t speak at all. you glance between them both, and you watch his face redden in irritation, “do not ignore me, beifong! this is foolish, even for you. you may do whatever you want, but our princess is off limits. you can’t take your selfish desires out on her just because you’re—”
“selfish desires?” she laughs, and it’s humorless. she gives him the most scathing look, “hilarious, coming from the people who want her to be nothing more than an obedient, pretty doll. drop the benevolent act.”
to that, he sneers, “you think you know better than us soldiers, who have sworn to protect our princess from all danger at the cost of our lives?”
“so have i.” she spits out. you don’t know when it happens, but the tip of her sword is already hovering over the knight’s neck, grazing it when the thick ripple of his nervous swallow travels down his throat.
she isn’t smiling anymore. “how about we hear the princess’ desires from her mouth herself, hm?”
he casts you a scornful glance, that he quickly smothers to appeal to your emotions.
she gazes back down at you, soft and sweet again, like she didn’t currently have steel pressed against flesh. “what is it, princess? your word is rule. do you want to hold a sword?”
everyone is looking at you. it feels hard to breathe when so many men are looking at you so pitifully, like they’re ranks above you even though they’re at your command, your sex making them so entitled to impose their strength and beliefs upon you, as if despite being everything they weren’t, you were still only a helpless woman in their eyes.
it stung, badly.
but when you look into toph’s eyes, so confident and reassuring, you see what you could be.
your fingers curl around your dress, and you inhale deeply, “.. i do. i want to.”
her sword is swiftly flipped in her grasp like one would twirl a pen, and she hits his chest with the hilt. hard. even with the breastplates protecting him, he staggers back and falls over.
“good job,” her armoured hand gives your head a gentle pat. “that’s the stubborn princess i know.”
under her protection, it all felt so.. easy. your eyes swept over the knights, and you couldn’t understand how you’d ever felt uneasy and scared of them before.
some begin grumbling, spitting and cussing at toph for “tainting their princess”.
her lips part open, but this time you snap first. “get out of here,” you bark at them, your heart racing a thousand miles a minute despite the brave front you were putting up. “that’s an order.”
you don’t elaborate, and you don’t need to. they can look down on you all they want, but disobeying a royal order could earn them the guillotine.
she whistles as they all sheathe their swords, departing with a slow drag of their feet.
“so strict,” she teases, ruffling your hair. “are you ready for some sword practice, your majesty?”
you let out a deep exhale you didn’t know you were holding, then you nod against her hand, which leaves your head with a small pat.
“alright then,” and with that, you watch her suddenly slash the air in front of you. you frown, puzzled, until you hear the sound of fabric ripping.
you look down, and your eyes blow wide open in surprise when half of your gown is cleanly sliced off right above your knee, the heavy silk and tulle pooling around your feet.
you squeal in embarrassment, flushing completely red as you try to cover up your bare shins with your hands. “toph!? what the hell!!!!”
she chuckles, “relax, princess. nobody’s here, and i can’t even see. you didn’t actually think you could fight with a blade in all that poofiness, did you?”
“that ‘poofiness’ costs millions, toph!”
she rolls her eyes, “oh, please. you’re the king’s daughter, why do you care about money?”
you’re about to argue back when her hands suddenly grab yours, placing her sword in them.
“ah,” you’re taken off guard by its weight, needing both hands to properly grab it. how did she swing it around so effortlessly?
you tilt it, drinking in the beauty of its forging, her name and the king’s etched into either side.
“soon,” her fingers join yours, feeling up the markings. she smiles, “your name will be here too, when i serve you through your future rule.”
you flush scarlet, embarrassed by both the excessive flattery and the unlikeliness of the scenario. your grip tightens, “i.. i probably won’t be the next ruler. i’ll most likely be married off to some other prince.”
“is that what you want?”
you stare up at her, irritated and upset at the question. “that doesn’t matter. i’m a woman, there’s nothing i can do about it.”
“that’s not my question.” she states simply, to which you scoff. “.. no, it’s obviously not.”
she silently moves behind you, and you gasp softly when her arms wrap around your waist, her fingers entwining with yours against the hilt. she breathes into your ear, “then do something about it.”
you swallow thickly, saddened eyes set on your joined grip, “i don’t know how to.”
“then learn.”
she begins moving, one hand guiding the sway of your blade, the other adjusting your stance by the hip.
“sword fighting isn’t actually about your arm strength,” a firmer press on the side of your thigh. “your whole body needs to be engaged, especially your core.”
swing.
a pat on the waist, “relax. you’re too tense.”
swing.
“your grip’s too tight, loosen your thumb and index.”
swing.
“good job, princess. don’t forget your feet.”
swing.
she lets go of your hands, satisfied with your grip, now holding both your hips. “you got it, now let’s just work on your positioning.”
you shift. “like this?”
another pat. “loosen up.. ah, not too much. there you go, good girl.”
you don’t feel the hours trickle by, unbridled joy coaxing the sweetest of giggles out of your mouth as toph trains you. the adrenaline felt so good, so unlike the peaceful knitting and the quiet gardening.
this was different.
toph seemed to relish this as much as you did, skillful hands already working you into mastering basic stances and average blade swinging. her praise might be over the top, but in the moment, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.
with bruises adorning your pretty knees for the first time, you’d never felt so free.
“much better,” she praises again, laughing with you as her arms wrap tightly around your middle. “see? you can totally do this. ruling this kingdom is gonna be just as easy.”
you chuckle, feeling her chin slot against the curve of your shoulder. “i’m pretty sure ruling over thousands of people is gonna take a little more effort than that, toph.”
she smiles, nosing your neck, “this is your calling, princess. i’ve never seen you this happy.”
she presses a light peck to the soft skin, and you immediately tense up. and you can tell that kiss wasn’t intentional because so does she.
“um,” she pulls back, and as much as you’d love to turn around and see the expression on her face, your feet are frozen in place, your cheeks burning up enough to fry three eggs on top of them.
“i—i’m sorry,” she sputters, and it’s the first time you hear her so flustered. “forgive me, your highness. i didn’t mean to do that.”
your lips purse tightly, the warmth of her kiss lingering so vividly on your neck. your blush keeps deepening and you swore you could explode.
your long silence only worries her more, unable to see you. “i’m sorry, princess. i really am. i got ahead of myself when i shouldn’t have. please, say something.”
“i—..” you stammer, red as a rose, gathering up the courage to face her.
when you do, it flusters you even more, your breath catching in your throat.
right when you thought she couldn’t get any more beautiful, she did. the gentle wind blew the black hair strands away from her face, revealing the prettiest blush and the sweetest frown.
“i’m sorry,” she repeats, bowing low. “i won’t do anything so shameless again.”
you stay quiet for a minute, eyes darting around shyly.
“.. it’s alright.” you look down at your feet, fidgeting with your fingers. “i didn’t mind it.”
you don’t know why you said that, and the silence that follows suit makes you burn even harder with embarrassment.
“oh.” she finally says, bewildered, the shock tamping down into a softer, curious heat. “is that so?”
you don’t trust yourself enough to speak, and you wished she could see you nod.
after a minute, you clear your throat, “.. yes.”
she slowly steps back into your space, “.. i see.”
your mouth has never felt so dry.
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* 10k words in 2 days isn’t for the weak, i’m FRIED
will be going on my break now, thank you for your patience! 🫶 i’ll get to your asks soon i promise :) they’re +25 so i’m just a little overwhelmed right now 😭 i’m not ignoring you lovelies!
warnings: 18+ dark mature content, sensitive topics!! , sexual assault attempt, slight gore warning?, angsty, knight!toph, sensitive fem!reader, eventual fluff.
summary: as promised, you decide to give your newly assigned knight a chance. well, you mostly try to get on his nerves to have “him” back out and leave you... but life works in mysterious ways.
!!! author’s note: PLEASE read the warnings! a biiit darker than my usual writing, but i want to test the waters.. also this is +4k words, so i hope you’ll enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it!
part 1 here.
⤷ art creds: sleemonkv on X! // toph masterlist
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you restlessly wandered around the castle that entire day. you usually spent your time in the sweet confines of your room, entertaining yourself with needlework or piano practice, but since you had a knight on your heels today — and a very annoying one at that — you decided to tire him out yourself, refusing to linger too long in one place.
what kind of knight would be happy about having to follow a spoiled princess all day through the most mundane of tasks? maybe if you kept this up, he’d back out himself, and your father would have nothing left to say, no more options to offer you. you snickered to yourself at how genius this plan was.
that is, until you’re the one who gets tired first. you’d been waiting for a reaction, a quip, a question— anything! anything so you could scold him for talking back to you or kicking him out.. but he simply stood up whenever you did, kept watch whenever you sat, all while keeping the safe distance you requested without a word.
this pissed you off. why was he giving you nothing to complain about?
“princess,” that low, smug voice pitched up again, “you seem out of breath. may i suggest a break?”
you scoff, getting up once more, wiping at the forming sweat on your forehead, “silence. i have no idea what you’re talking about. i want to walk more; i want to run, actually. is there a problem?”
a muffled chuckle slipped through the cracks of his armor, “none at all. lead the way, your highness.”
you mumbled a curse under your breath, picking up the pace as you raced through the corridor, casting furtive glances at him behind you. ugh, was he not the least bit inconvenienced? he had to be. you wished he didn’t wear that huge helmet covering his entire face, so you could at least see if there was any hint of irritation in his features. why were even his eyes hidden? you’d never seen a knight covering their eyes. his main purpose was to serve and fight, so how do you do that without your sight?
after some more laps up and around the castle, you stop at the back garden, panting heavily as you lean your weight against a wall, watching the sun set in a pool of pink and orange.
“.. are you sure you’re fine, princess?” the question is so rhetorical, so cocky, you feel more heat flood your cheeks along with the flush of all that running.
you pointedly glare at him, chest heaving with exhaustion, “ask me that one more time, and i will have your head.”
“so hot-tempered,” toph sighs, shaking his head, “no wonder you need a knight, princess. you wouldn’t last a day on the battlefield with such a short fuse.”
now that hit a nerve. a particularly sensitive one at that. you absolutely fucking hated when a man commented about your strength so matter-of-factly, when he had no way to know that through a simple exchange with you. seriously, he would’ve never said that if you weren’t a woman!
“listen here, you little shit.” the informal term slips out, too angry to think it over, as you quickly step over to where he stood. if metal wasn’t covering his whole fucking face, you would’ve given him the slap of the century. you settled on giving him a rough shove to the chest, though he only budged a bit, “don’t get too arrogant around me, you fool. you men are all the same! all pigs, overly confident and entitled, thinking the only show of strength is brute forcing your way through ranks of enemies— ah ah!”
you cut him off when you hear the hint of a confused protest about to leave his lips, shoving him again, “no! silence from you! i will not take any more of your disrespect, much less your sexist bullshit. father might like you, but i don’t, and i never will. i will be sending you off tomorrow and i hope to never see your face again— well, not like i can see it anyway! why are you even wearing that!? your gear’s ridiculous, i have never seen anybody as pretentious as you! you think you’re so—”
“hey!” his voice rises over yours, and as offended as that gets you, the assertiveness of it makes you falter for a second. he seizes that brief moment to interject, “you’re spiraling, your highness. you don’t even know what you’re saying anymore. the thing is—”
“s-shut up!” you spit out, even angrier at his dismissal. he was just your fucking average male! acting so superior over you, like he was the voice of reason while you were just some hotheaded little girl, like he had you all figured out already! tears pricked at your eyes from the rage bubbling up inside you, but you refused to show weakness in such a crucial moment.
“you will regret this, i swear to you!” you give him a final shove, this time with both hands to make him fall a step back, then break into a run.
“don’t follow me!” you bark, even though you knew that order wasn’t going to be followed. you bunched up your dress over your knees, running out the back gate, ignoring his attempts at calling you back.
you disappear into the neighboring woods, deciding to use the trees to lose him. you ran until the clanking of his armor faded into the background, before taking cover under a leafy tree’s shade. you curled up on yourself, back against the bark, hugging your knees to your chest. you often sulked in this forest after an argument with your father, hiding from him until you cried it all out, and this occasion felt fitting too.
you felt a little ashamed for being so upset over such an irrelevant person, who didn’t deserve your tears in the slightest, but hits to your womanhood like these never failed to make you cry. maybe you overreacted, maybe you were too sensitive, but so what? it didn’t matter right now. you rested your face on your knees, a small hiccup leaving your throat. then a whimper, then a garbled sound, then you were sobbing, muffled by the heavy fabric of your dress.
minutes trickled by, and the sky darkened into more purple hues, nightfall close. you rubbed your eyes thoroughly, glancing around at your surroundings. ugh, maybe you went in deeper into the forest than you usually did. it’d be better to get a move on before everything goes dark.
but the second you shifted on the ground, your ears picked up on the sound of leaves crunching. the sound grew clearer and closer, heavy footsteps approaching you. you curled up on yourself again, pressing your back flush against the bark of the tree as you frantically wiped at your puffy eyes.
they came to a halt right behind you. you swallowed, huffing to try and conceal your hoarse voice, “leave me alone, toph. i’m not going back to the castle with you.”
“is that so?”
“very much s— huh?” you didn’t recognize that voice.
your blood ran cold immediately, quickly jumping out of your place to face them.
“a lost princess in the wild,” the silhouette approached you, a pleasantly surprised expression on their face. “i can hardly believe it. does your daddy know you’re here?”
when the man leaned down, sizing you up with his gaze, you felt terror seize your limbs. there was no way this was happening. you always came here and left safe and sound. spirits, just how deep into the woods did you go?
you crawled back, eyes blown wide in bewilderment. “d-don’t you dare come close to me. i’ll have you publicly executed.”
“i won’t hurt you, i promise,” he knelt by your side, an unsettling smile on his lips as his gaze sweeps over the outlines of your body, his hand sliding up your shin. a dreadful, dreadful shiver went up your spine. you immediately flipped over to quickly crawl away from his grasp, when a calloused hand drags you back to him by the ankle. the realization sets in, and you let out a shrill scream.
“shh.. don’t be so loud. i said i won’t hurt you,” the man tutted, grabbing both your legs to pull you closer to him, your dress riding up.
this wasn’t happening. this wasn’t happening. you’d heard the awful stories, but never in your life did you think someone as protected as you would ever have to worry about this. your vision got blurry from the tears welling up, jaw hung open in shock, lips quivering, completely paralyzed. you couldn’t move at all.
“d-don’t—” you pathetically stammered, tears streaming down your face, uselessly squirming as his touch travelled higher and higher. “please—”
you don’t understand what happens the following minute.
one second, you were helplessly watching his hungry smile, hands slowly pushing your legs open; the next second, you swore you saw his head fly off for a millisecond, but before you could even process if that was true or just wishful thinking, a thick burst of blood hit you right in the face, splattering all over your eyes.
that confirmed your doubts, and it took you over five seconds to remember how to breathe.
you wiped your eyes with the back of your hand, slowly cracking them open. oh god. between your legs was now a decapitated man, blood gushing out in small fountains from where his head once rested. the sight broke you out of your stupor, adrenaline rushing back through your veins, and you screamed, kicking the body off you as you shakily sat up, utterly confused and terrified.
you only managed to rip your gaze off the gorey scene before you when the sound of a blade slicing through the air reached your ears.
you looked up to the source of the sound by your side, a big, armored figure looming over you. even though you recognized that familiar gear very well, your mind couldn’t fathom the fact that the intimidating person before you — droplets of blood trickling down the tip of their sword — was the very toph beifong you hung out with only some time ago.
he seemed so different, so out of reach. so unlike the annoying guard you knew.
his head turned to face your way, and you gasped, a new wave of fear rolling off your bones.
he stared at you for so long you half thought he was going to kill you too, until the blade suddenly dropped to the ground with a soft clink. you swallow, unable to look away, scared of his next move. this was all your fault— you ran off like a little child, almost getting yourself into your worst nightmare, and you made him kill. you made him kill.
he took a step closer to you, and you crawled back too, elbows digging into the dirt, lip trembling.
he stops in front of you, and your heart feels like it’s about to break out of your ribcage and fling itself off to the next planet. you flinch when his hands move, but they only land on his helmet.
you blink.
you watch it slowly slide off his head, a lump forming in your throat.
your breath audibly hitches, eyes blowing wide open.
long, black hair unrolls in thick curls and cascades down his back like a river of night, the rising moon gently highlighting his features. your sight adjusts to the setting darkness, analyzing his face — pretty lips tugged into a serious frown, a delicate nose slightly scrunched up in irritation, milky eyes glaring down at you — then a startled gasp slips out of your lips.
toph beifong was no “he”.
“about what you said earlier,” her voice makes you jump, the tone so low and serious and obviously female without the distortion of the armor, “here are your two answers. one, i’m not a man.”
“and two,” she leans down to your height, looking at some place a bit over your shoulder. “i don’t cover my eyes because i’m pretentious. i’m blind.”
you could only stare at her, mouth wide open but no sound coming out of it, too overwhelmed.
so much was happening all at once, you didn’t even get over your shock of being attacked by a man in the woods, and now you were trying to process that he was dead, bleeding out next to you, and you were saved by your knight. your valiant knight who turned out to be a blind woman.
“nevermind that,” she interrupts your train of thought, hands finding your shoulders, a deeply upset and frustrated expression on her face, “was i too late? are you okay? did that trash touch you? where?”
“i..” you trail off, lost for words. there was so much to be said, so much to process, so much to understand.. but when she soothingly rubs your back, all goes out the window and you break into a sob again.
funny how the very reason you even landed yourself in this situation was to avoid crying in front of her — or him, you thought then — and there you were now, bawling into the crook of her neck, armored arms holding you tight as she cradled the back of your head.
“he’s gone,” she whispers in your ear, running her metal-clad fingers through your hair, “he’s gone. for good.”
you were too far in to stop now, clinging to her tighter as you sobbed your heart out, fingers failing to curl around the metal of her gear. you could only cry in her arms for a while, even as the sky turned a charcoal black, both of you only illuminated by soft wisps of moonlight.
“i-i’m sorry,” are the first words you mumble, wiping your snot as you lift your head from her neck. you look up at her, and she only sighs, rubbing your scalp, “we’ll talk about this later. just hold onto me for now.”
her touch leaves you soon after, and you almost whimper at the loss, but when she stands up, you’re instantly picked up again, cradled in her arms.
the moon’s glow hits her right in the face at this angle, and you can only stare in awe, her long black hair blowing with the wind, sightless eyes sternly set forward, the femininity of her features warring with the image you had set of her.
“hold on tight,” she orders, and your arms loop around her neck immediately. you feel her foot repeatedly swipe over the ground, confusing you, until she feels the path of footsteps she left coming here. she begins walking, and your gaze drifts to the severed body over her shoulder.
you swallow, hesitant. “t-toph? are we just going to leave h—”
“the king will see to it.” her words are short and curt, spoken with such authority, worthy of a royal. you nod weakly, choosing not to push the matter any further.
“his majesty will agree with me,” she adds, tone lighter when she feels the tension in your muscles, “don’t worry, your highness. that scumbag does not deserve to live.”
you stay quiet for a little while, the clanking of her steps filling the background while you process your emotions.
“i..” you start, arms tightening around her neck as you chew on your bottom lip. “t-this never happened to me before. i.. i was so scared.”
“i know,” she says it so softly you almost want to cry again, “i know.”
you continue, voice breaking a little, “i.. i just never thought this would happen to me. and even if it did, i didn’t think i’d be so.. weak. i didn’t even put up a fight. i couldn’t move at all, my limbs felt so heavy, everything moved so slowly. maybe you were right, i’m not as strong as i think i—”
“hey.” she cuts you off, stopping in her tracks to look down at you. “don’t you dare say that. i didn’t mean what i said earlier that way, i’m sorry, i did not realize my poor wording. you’re not weak for not fighting back. you just froze, and that’s not your fault. you can’t predict how your body will react in surprise situations like these. you survived this, and that alone is proof of your strength. this was traumatic, so cut yourself some slack.”
for someone who pridefully refused to cry in front of other people, you managed to do the opposite of that over and over again this night.
she silently let you soak her neck, carrying you back home, mercifully not prodding further or showing you condescending pity. by the time you emerge out of the woods, you’d basically shed over a month’s worth of tears.
“w-wait, don’t go into the castle yet,” you try and rub off the evidence of your crying, and she patiently waits, feet anchored in the ground as she holds you.
her legs must be cramping from how long you had her stay still, and yet she did not complain. you gazed up at her, taking in her steely features, not a hint of discomfort in them.
you let out a shaky sigh, tapping her arm, “thank you, you can put me down now.”
“i’d rather not,” that makes you do a double take, looking back up at her, puzzled. she nods, “if you’ll let me, my mind will be more at ease if i take you to your chambers myself.”
you blinked, a blush creeping up your face at how she said that with a straight face. a knight personally taking you to your room?? how scandalous.. but now that you mulled it over, that was mainly under the assumption that all knights were male. you looked away, cheeks a little flushed, “i-i suppose i can allow that.”
she was a woman, so it was fine, right? the thought reassured you, but you didn’t know why it still had your heart racing.
you shamefully hide your face back into the crook of her neck, gasps and whispers filling the hallways as you pass them by. toph — whose face was only seen once in a blue moon — had ditched her helmet out in the woods, therefore many conspirational rumors started forming, some more ridiculous than the last. especially seeing you be carried as sweet as a doll, so unlike the fiery princess who adamantly refused help every time.
toph does not stop or pay them any mind, heading straight to your room. her stride is brisk and confident, and it now puzzles you further since you found out she was blind. how was she so good at it?
shifting your weight into one of her arms, she opens your doors with her now free hand, walking into your opulent chambers.
“where’s your bed, princess?” the innocent question makes your heart skip a beat, cheeks flushing deeper as you tried pushing your weird thoughts away. “j-just walk straight, then slightly to the right.”
the plush mattress sinks slightly under your weight, her arms finally detaching from you. you look up at her, uncharacteristically flustered. she then kneels between your legs in front of you, expression serious but gentle, “how are you feeling?”
you swallow, nodding, “good.. thank you.”
there was so much to thank her for, really. and you didn’t know where to begin.
you felt so embarrassed; not only did you throw completely off the mark insults at her, you gave her extra trouble by escaping so far into the woods — the fact that she found you even though blind baffled you — then having her slice off a man’s head, then carrying you all the way back home, all while offering you incredible reassurance and support through it all.. yeah, so much to thank her for. you really fucked up big time.
you take a deep breath, “um.. i’m s—”
“i’m sorry,” she interrupts you, tone airier than before, earning a quizzical “huh” from you. she gives you a small knowing smile, almost smug, “please forgive me princess, it seems i’ve broken all your rules. i followed you, didn’t stay five feet away from you — hell, i even had the audacity to barge into your room. i’ve truly gone and done it, haven’t i?”
confused was too small a word to describe how totally lost you were. what was she doing? what the hell was she talking about?
she feels around for your hand, then brings it to her lips to press a tender kiss there. “forgive me for being such a bad knight, your highness. i really, really hope you give me a second chance. i’ll prove myself better to you, so please keep me as your knight.”
your face scrunched in confusion, her words making no sense at all. after several seconds, it finally clicked.
she didn’t want you to feel like you were indebted to her. she didn’t want your confidence to be knocked down a peg as gratitude, or having you think she was pitying you. because in that change of your behavior, today’s events would be reinforced into your mind, and you would remember them in your every interaction with her.
she wanted to pretend this occurence never happened.
she had just killed for you, and she didn’t want to use that as leverage? she could have you — the kingdom’s princess — putty in her hands, reminding you of this deed if you ever gave her a hard time.. but she chose not to? she deliberately doesn’t want your gratitude?
“i..” you frown; you at least wanted to apologize once. “but i am sor—”
“oh, your highness!” she dramatically interrupts you, nuzzling your hand like an overjoyed puppy, “you’re too kind! really, what do you have to apologize for? you truly are the greatest. you’re so—”
“stop it!” you cringed, flushing red with embarrassment, “i just want to say sor—”
“ahhhhh!” she cuts you off again, grabbing your hand with both of hers now, “you’re too nice! too nice, your highness!” she’s practically screaming now, humiliating you further with the exaggerated show of devotion as she rubs her face against your palm.
“alright, alright! enough of this!” you whine in defeat, red as a tomato, prying your hand off her grasp.
she chuckles, ceasing her theatrics, and gives your leg a light tap, “good girl.”
you huff, silently watching her for a while, a million emotions coursing through you. but really, you were very grateful for this. she just witnessed you at your weakest, and didn’t use it against you — and for that, she earned your highest respect.
never in your life had you cried in front of someone, always putting up a mean rock-hard front, keeping your feelings to yourself— and if you eventually had to cry in someone’s arms, you were glad it was her.
it felt like a huge blow to your pride, so you were glad she genuinely did not intend to give you a hard time about it.
she rests her cheek on your knee, a smirk tugging at her lips, “so? do you forgive me, pretty princess?”
“p-pretty princess?” you stammer, flustered, then scoff, “you can’t even see me. how would you know i’m pretty?”
“oh, i just know you are.” she nods solemnly, “i can sense it.”
you raise your brow, a little curious, “you can sense beauty?”
she laughs, grinning up at you, “no. how would that even work? are you that gullible?”
you groan, blushing harder, and nudge her off your knee, “leave!”
your heart felt so much lighter now. you never thought you’d be grateful for how obnoxious and annoying she was, but this banter brought back an air of normalcy, slowly soothing you into forgetting all the earlier events.
she finally stands up, brushing some of her hair off her face, “though, i am wounded, princess. you thought i was a man this whole time?”
“ah..” you look away, abashed, “i-i didn’t—”
she sighs loudly, throwing her head back, “for someone who took that much offense in my apparent ‘sexism’, you surely played right into it.”
if you weren’t red enough, now you definitely were. steaming, even.
“t-that’s not the same! i just thought—”
“that’s what they all sayyy..” she drags the word, wiping her imaginary tears, “of course, a knight is always a man. never a woman, stupid weak women.”
“stop ittt!” you kick at her armored legs, your blush growing more pronounced as she lets out a booming laugh.
she leans down to your height, a devious smirk on her face, “so? what do you think of me now, hm? your father’s best knight is a woman, and a blind one at that. really cool, huh? got a crush on me now, i bet?”
now without the helmet, you could slap her. you pushed her face away from you, your hand splayed over her eyes, “l-leave me alone, fool!”
“alright then,” she fake pouts, standing back up straight. “need me to stay the night? cuddle you and sing you a lullaby?”
“.. get out.”
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* honestly adored writing this. sorry for the wait lovelies!! again, posting will be slower now, need to prep for my next exam..
content: enemies to lovers (kinda), fem!reader, spoiled and assertive!reader, cocky!toph, reader hates toph, gender confusion (hehe my favourite in these tropes)
summary: your father insists on you having a personal guard — a concept that you abhor — and after rejecting each one he proposes, he decides to shoot his shot by offering you his very best knight.
author’s note: this part is pretty short, but bear with me i have exams in a week </3 i promise to feed you all properly when i’m done!! i’m invested in this request..
⤷ art creds: sleemonkv on X! // toph masterlist
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“i’m too grown, father!” you argued, exasperated, “i don’t need a baby sitter!”
he sighed, clutching his head, “why must you be such a difficult child? you’re a princess. it is only right that a personal guard should be assigned to you; you are too vulnerable to be left alone.”
your eye twitched with frustration. you weren’t vulnerable.
you scoffed, crossing your arms. “well, that is unfortunate. i like none of the knights you showed me, so i shan’t take one.”
“please, sweetheart,” his firm hand found your head, patting it, reluctantly buttering you up. “just give this last one a chance, alright? you know i only want what’s best for you.”
you sulked, letting him stroke your hair, “mmph.. fine, but if i don’t like him, there is nothing you can do about it.”
the knight in question had been silently listening, a few feet away from your father, when his voice suddenly pitched up, airy and smug.
“haven’t even given me a chance yet, and you’re already talking about not liking me?” he stepped closer, before stopping in front of you and bowing. “you’re harsh, princess.” your title felt like mockery on his tongue.
oh, you already couldn’t stand him.
you stared at his figure, so clad in armor not even his eyes were visible.
huh, talk about pretentious. he clearly can’t see through that. what even is the point of all that fighting gear if it impairs your much needed sight?
you puff out your chest, glaring at him, “i do not recall giving you permission to address me.”
“now now,” your father holds both your respective shoulders. “no need to be so hostile. you are my only princess, and toph here is my most favoured knight. i am sure you will come to like each other.”
now, that piqued your interest. so, this was the reputable toph beifong, the king’s right arm. you’d never had a proper interaction before, but more than once have you heard of his extraordinary achievements out in the battlefield, the tales of his victories always spreading around the castle like wildfire. and he was so young, too. he must be incredibly strong. very, very strong..
you cleared your throat, snapping out of your thoughts, cheeks a bit flushed, “erm.. i suppose i’ll give him a chance. it’s only fair, after all. but this is the last one!”
your father rolled his eyes — and you wondered who you got your attitude from — then seized toph’s hand in a firm handshake. “you heard the lady, she has approved. my daughter is now in your hands. you’re my final chance at convincing her to keep a knight, so please do a good job.”
“of course, your majesty.” and with that, the king excused himself, leaving to tend to more important affairs.
neither of you move for a good while, simply staring at each other. then he smirked — you didn’t need to see his face to know so, you could practically hear the cockiness seeping into his words — “are you always this cold, princess? however will i get you to warm up to me?”
you huffed, then jabbed your finger into his metal chest (which hurt, a lot. it took all your willpower to muffle the pained whimper that threatened to spill out of your mouth), “do not sass me, fool. i’m not your friend.”
a chuckle rumbled from his throat, low and gravelly through the armor, then his arms were raised in mock surrender, “oh please, i meant no offense. have mercy.”
ugh, how insufferable! you were supposed to have this prick by your side at all times!?
you exhaled through your nose, refusing to let him break your composure. you raise your hand, stance assertive, your five fingers on display. “if you are set on becoming my personal knight, here are my rules. one, you are not allowed to speak unless spoken to.” you lower one finger.
“two, do not question anything i do. you have no say about it. well, that kind of falls under rule one. um..”
you look away, thinking. “oh,” you lower another finger, “three, i frankly do not care about your presence, so only accompany me if it’s a dangerous matter…” you trail off as you watch him raise his hand.
you frown, confused. “what?”
…
you roll your eyes, “speak.”
toph chuckles, nodding at your permission, “thank you. i just wanted to say that i fear i cannot comply by rule three. your father’s explicit orders were to be by your side at all times. though, i suppose i could compromise on following you into the toilet.”
“ugh!” you groan, pulling at your own hair, “why are you so unserious! i am your princess— this lack of respect is unacceptable!”
“woah woah,” toph whistles, arms raised in surrender again, “please, that is a serious accusation, princess. it could earn me the guillotine.”
you huff, pouty, “as if. father adores you.”
“oh?” you could just hear the delighted grin in his voice, “is that so? his highness talks to you about me? tells you all about my valiant stories, hm?”
“shut up.”
“yes ma’am.”
“it’s ‘your highness’ to you.”
“of course, your highness.”
you sigh, already sick of him and it was only your first hour together. just like the other knights you tried out before him, you had promised your father to spend two days with each one before you could confirm your refusal, in case they’d prove to be good enough to change your mind.
this one hardly needed all that time. your opinion was already set, and you couldn’t wait for these agonizing days to be over so you could send his arrogant butt away from you.
you turned on your heel, walking off. metallic clanking followed suit behind you.
“and rule number four,” you stopped in your tracks, turning to scowl at him, “you stay a minimum of five feet behind me. not one inch closer. am i clear?”
toph sighed dramatically, “seriously, you’re stricter than your own father.”
“i said, am i clear?”
“yes, your highness.”
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* sorry to all the pending requests!! i might post very little these weeks (extremely cooked for finals), but i promise to spoil you all when i’m free <3 muah!
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adult fire lord zuko x fire lady firebender reader | mdni. | wc: 3,1k
summary: in which the Fire Lady has meetings to attend, and a kingdom to help run, but first she has to track down her missing husband and daughter.
content: adult!fire lord zuko x fire lady!reader, established marriage, domestic fluff, princess izumi, family dynamic, light humor, kissing, druk cameo, gaang mention.
note: no poorfread. hopefully i didn’t accidentally break any avatar lore along the way. based on this request.♡
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Your schedule had begun before the first bleeding of gold on the horizon. By midday, you had listened to three tiresome petitions, settled a petty dispute between rival merchants, and reviewed the exhaustive plans for the upcoming Festival of Harmony celebrations. You had also sat through an agonizingly circular meeting that, by all rights of efficiency, should have been reduced to a single sheet of parchment.
When you finally settled onto the high dais, you made sure to leave room beside you for your husband out of habit.
Zuko had slipped back into the palace sometime after midnight, fresh from a self-proclaimed 'sidequest' with your friends.
You had fully intended to coax the details out of him over breakfast, especially since you had remained in the capital to shoulder the festival preparations alone. That, and ensuring Princess Izumi completed her calligraphy lessons instead of smoothly convincing her tutor that practicing dragon doodles (her current obsession) counted as proper penmanship.
Unfortunately, the Fire Lord had arrived only hours before the start of your day, and left you to have breakfast on your own. You could only assume he had marched on to his next obligation.
The meeting before you was merely a dragging continuation of yesterday’s discussions regarding the festival. Most of the ministers had already begun rustling through their thick documents when Minister Qin looked up, clearing his throat.
“Should we expect the Fire Lord today, Fire Lady?”
The question was met with a few curious glances around the chamber.
You looked at the heavy iron-wood doors. At the back of the room, your chief attendant caught your eye. Nara shook her head.
“I would certainly like to,” you replied, a practiced smile gracing your lips. “But until he arrives, I suppose you’ll all have to settle for me.”
A few ministers chuckled quietly, the tension thawing. “It is always an honor, Fire Lady.”
You smoothed the silk of your robes, leaning forward. “Shall we continue where we left off yesterday, then?”
By the time you finally emerged from the council chamber, the sharp headache brewing behind your eyes had become impossible to ignore. As had the Fire Lord’s absence.
You found Nara waiting outside, a heavy stack of parchment tucked securely beneath her arm, two younger attendants trailing like shadows behind her.
“You did wonderfully, my lady,” one of them said, stepping forward to adjust the heavy drape of your sleeve.
“Thank you. Has Princess Izumi shown herself around the courtyard today?”
The two attendants exchanged a quick glance before shaking their heads.
That was unusual. Izumi practically lived to lie in wait outside the council chamber, eager to ambush you and accompany you through the rest of your royal duties after lunch whether she had been formally invited or not.
“Not at all, my lady,” Nara replied, her fingers tracing the edge of her ledger. “I can send someone to check the tutoring rooms.”
“Yes, please do.”
Nara tilted her head toward a passing attendant, a single look conveying the command.
You let out a long exhale, rotating your shoulders to ease the tension from the dais.
“Alright. Let’s move on to the next task.”
The group fell into a rhythmic step beside you.
“So, up next we have a fitting for the banquet,” Nara recited, her eyes scanning her notes. “The floral committee requires your final approval on the centerpieces. The palace artist is also requesting another sitting for your portrait…”
You let out a groan, the sound catching in your throat.
A glimpse of Zuko would have been a saving grace by now. A kiss (preferably, something slow and entirely improper for the daytime) was out of the question. Even stealing a few moments together in an empty room or corridor, the way you used to during your first years as Fire Lady, felt like a luxury from another lifetime.
“…and the dressmakers would like to discuss alterations,” Nara continued mercilessly. “That is for the immediate hour, but we could begin the trade research before the next council meeting if you wish.”
“We would need the Fire Lord for that,” you noted. “It’s vital he’s aware of the terms before we draft the decree.”
You pressed the tips of your fingers against your temple, soothing the pulse there, just as a breathless attendant hurried toward you.
He dropped into a low bow.
“My lady.”
“Yes?”
“Princess Izumi is not in the learning room. Her tutor claims she exceeded the expectations of the day, so she was allowed a few hours of rest.”
You nodded.
“Thank you very much for your assistance.”
The attendant bowed once more before quickly retreating down the hall.
Turning back to your staff, you crossed your arms.
“Do we have a single clue where my husband is hiding? Or is today the national day of missing royals?”
“I-I heard a guard mention the Fire Lord was at the eastern training grounds,” one attendant offered hesitantly.
“Today is his rest day,” the other countered. “I saw him heading toward the palace library earlier this morning, my lady.”
Your eyes narrowed. “Is Druk, perhaps… missing from the royal stables as well?”
Both attendants nodded.
You looked directly at Nara.
Zuko wouldn't simply vanish with Izumi without a word. Not because he was incapable of it; he had spirited her away countless times since she was a baby because, according to him, the dragon-back air helped her relax; but he never did so without leaving a note, or a whisper, or a touch against your shoulder to let you know.
The absence of the Fire Lord was one thing.
The absence of the princess was another.
But together? The pair were almost certainly up to something devious. Not the dangerous, nation-shaking kind of trouble. The fun kind. And, if you were being completely honest with yourself as you stood in the corridor, you couldn’t help the sharp twist of jealousy at being left behind…
Nara closed her ledger with a decisive snap, watching your expression.
“Go look for them, my lady.”
You looked at her. “But the fitting—”
“We will manage the dressmakers, they probably will appreciate to have some food anyway,” Nara assured you. “And we will find you if they grow restless. No need to worry.”
You gave her a grateful nod.
“Very well…”
You turned on your heel and set off down the corridor, adjusting your robes with a newfound purpose, completely unaware of where your husband and daughter had escaped to, but entirely intent on catching them in the act.
The palace grew less noisy the farther you ventured from the central corridors. You decided to check the royal library first.
No Fire Lord. Just rows of ancient scrolls and a very confused head archivist.
A quick detour to the training grounds proved equally fruitless; the sun-baked court was empty, save for a few master guards practicing their forms in the heat.
With a growing list of places to cross off, you pivoted toward the western gardens.
As you neared the threshold of the outer courtyard, a guard stationed near the archway caught sight of your silks.
“Your Majesty,” he murmured, offering a bow.
You slowed your pace, pausing just a few feet away.
“Have you seen the Fire Lord and Princess Izumi, by any chance?” you asked, maintaining a polite smile that hid the storm brewing beneath your surface.
Because if the Fire Lord and the heir to the throne had truly conspired to vanish for an entire afternoon without alerting a single member of the staff, they were both about to receive a very thorough piece of your mind…
“You will find them just ahead, Fire Lady,” the guard replied, gesturing toward the garden. “They have been there for some time.”
You raised an eyebrow, offering a brief nod of thanks before continuing down the path.
The deeper you drifted into the estate's private sanctuary, the more the outside world seemed to dissolve. The distant clatter of servants, the drone of ministers, and the sheer weight of your daily obligations faded, replaced only by the gentle rustle of open-air bamboo and the soft crunch of gravel beneath your slippers.
A flash of familiar crimson stretched across the grass caught your attention.
Druk was sprawled comfortably beneath the high afternoon sun, his scales absorbing the heat like rubies. With renewed determination, you stepped around the massive curve of the dragon's tail, ready to demand an explanation.
Your daughter sat cross-legged in the grass, a big leather-bound tome propped open in her lap. It was an advanced text on history of the world, far beyond the reading level of a five-year-old. Which meant she was almost certainly fabricating the entire narrative.
“…and then the dragon became Fire Lord becauseeee he is very powerful, you know,” Izumi informed the page, her tiny brow furrowed in absolute seriousness. She traced a finger over a detailed woodblock print of a map. “…but it was very difficult because dragons do not wear shoes. It was very tragic…”
You bit the inside of your cheek as you felt laughter threatening to ruin your entrance.
Right beside her sat Zuko. Or rather, he was completely dead to the world. As in, he was taking a nap.
One of his broad arms rested loosely around your daughter’s shoulders while he reclined back against Druk’s warm, rise-and-fall flank. The dragon seemed equally invested in the collective afternoon nap, the tip of his tail curving lazily around the patch of grass to form a protective barrier, keeping the outside world at bay.
Izumi delicately turned a heavy parchment page.
“…so then the dragon made a law that everyone must stop wearing shoes!”
An elegant solution to a complex political crisis, apparently.
You simply stared, letting the sheer absurdity of the scene wash over you. Your husband had missed the meeting you carried on, and somehow, he had ended up playing mattress to a dragon while your daughter dictated constitutional reforms for shoeless mythical reptiles… By all rights of the schedule, you should have still been annoyed.
Instead, your gaze lingered on the way Izumi leaned closer into her father’s side with every page she turned, making sure he remained part of her little world even while unconscious.
You took a soft step forward.
A stray twig yielded beneath your shoe.
Izumi’s head shot up instantly, her golden eyes widening as they locked onto yours.
“Mama!” she gasped.
You quickly raised a single finger to your lips. “Shhhh.”
The little girl slapped both hands over her mouth.
You walked closer, stepping onto the grass to look down at Zuko. He let out a slow breath in his sleep, his thumb twitching where it rested on Izumi's shoulder. His head remained tilted to the side, his sharp jawline relaxed. With his hair worn half-down, the long, dark strands fell softly around his face, framing his features and catching the filtered sunlight, while the top was gathered into the small, golden headpiece of the Fire Lord.
You crouched down right beside them. The temptation was simply too great; you leaned in, reaching out to gently brush a loose strand of hair away from his forehead, when Izumi decided to shatter the silence.
Pointing a dramatic finger at her father, she said at a full-volume shout:
“Papa is sleeping!”
At the sudden noise, Zuko’s eyes snapped open. He bolted upright, instincts kicking in as a barrage of disoriented questions tumbled out of him.
“What? Who? Izumi—?” His panic ground to a sudden halt the moment his gaze landed on you. The frantic edge vanished from his face, replaced by a sheepish grin. “Oh. Hi…”
“Hello, Zu. How was the nap?” you asked with a smile, smoothly catching the massive history book just as your daughter tossed it your way.
Before the book even cleared the air, Izumi threw herself face-first across her father's lap.
“Ow—” Zuko huffed.
“Papa! You fell asleep!” she accused, burying her face into his chest.
“I apologize, Izumi…” he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep as his arms wrapped around her to keep her steady.
You couldn't help but smile, shifting your weight as you crossed your arms. “So, how exactly did the two of you manage to go missing together?”
“Well…” Zuko cleared his throat, trying to find his regal composure while simultaneously anchoring your daughter. Izumi had already moved, flipping over onto her stomach across his lap, stretching her small arms out as she desperately tried to reach a wildflower growing just out of bounds on his other side.
Holding her securely by the waist, Zuko looked up at you. “Izumi and I crossed paths right after my morning session. She told me that her tutor had granted her some free time, and that she was heading out to find Druk to read him a story.”
You let out a soft gasp, catching your daughter's eye.
“On your own, little lady?”
“Yep!” Izumi chirped. She didn't even look up, entirely invested in her rescue mission for the flower, her legs kicking in the air.
You shook your head with a sigh, your focus going back to Zuko, who gave you a helpless look.
“… Of course, I wasn’t about to let her wander the grounds unattended,” Zuko continued, guiding Izumi just an inch closer so she could finally snag the stem. “I accompanied her, fully intending to head straight back to the council chamber once she was settled with Druk. But…”
“But my stories made him sleepy,” Izumi finished for him. She finally pulled back, clutching the flower in her fist, her bottom lip out in a dramatic pout.
“I’m pretty sure Druk was the one who was supposed to be listening,” you noted, tilting your head toward the dragon, who let out a whistling snore that sent a tiny puff of smoke curling from his nostrils.
Izumi blinked, looking at the slumbering reptile. “Oh. He’s asleep too!”
Forgetting her pout, she scrambled off Zuko’s lap, dropping her freshly picked flower on his knee.
“Druk! Wake up! You missed the part about the shoes!” She began enthusiastically patting the dragon’s scales in an attempt to rouse him.
Zuko watched her for a moment before his gaze traveled back up to you.
“I know I should have gone to the chamber,” he said. “Even though I’m sure you took care of everything. I only meant to close my eyes for a minute…”
“I know. You were missed, though,” you admitted, letting your arms drop to your sides. You stepped a little closer, the annoyance completely melting away. “I missed you. And I still want to know how everything went yesterday.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, reaching out to take your hand. “You didn’t miss much…”
“That’s never true,” you countered with a roll of your eyes, stepping into his space to squeeze his hand.
His free hand drifted up to his hair, his fingers combing through the dark strands that had ruffled against Druk's scales during his nap.
“Well…”
“I’m all ears!”
Zuko let out a huff of laughter. “Katara and I spent half the trip trying to convince Aang that a four-hundred-year-old bridge was structurally unsafe…”
“Let me guess,” you interrupted. “He crossed it anyway.”
“And there’s no bridge anymore,” Zuko finalized, shaking his head at the memory.
“Why am I not surprised?”
A heavy rustle of grass disrupted the conversation as Izumi gave Druk an especially enthusiastic, two-handed shove.
The dragon grunted in his sleep, moving his massive weight to find a more comfortable position. As he rearranged his heavy coils, his long tail swept across the grass. The muscle bumped right against the back of your knees.
“Mama!”
You stumbled forward into a freefall, but Zuko’s hands caught your waist mid air, pulling you down flat against his chest instead of the dirt. The sudden weight knocked the breath from him in a gasp, but his arms didn’t wait to wrap around your back, pinning you against him.
Your faces were inches apart, your hair mingling with his where it rested against his shoulders.
“Well,” Zuko teased, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “This is a pleasant turn of events…”
“Blame your dragon,” you whispered, yet you didn't make the slightest effort to move.
You didn't give him a chance to tease any further. Leaning down, you closed the remaining distance between your lips. Zuko let out a defeated sound against your mouth, his hand sliding up to cup the back of your neck.
“Can I fit here too?”
The little voice made you both smile against each other's lips. Pulling apart, you looked down to find Izumi already maneuvering her way into the grass beside Zuko. She burrowed herself under his free arm, using his ribs as a pillow before flopping the heavy book open.
“Now we can all read together,” she decided, looking up at you both expectantly. “Laying down is better anyway.”
You chuckled, shifting around until you were tucked comfortably against Zuko’s other side, resting your head on his chest. The three of you settled into the grass, Druk’s warm flank radiating heat behind you like a furnace against the afternoon breeze.
“Fire Lady?”
You didn't even have to look up to know Nara had finally tracked you down, a junior attendant hovering nervously behind her as they approached.
Zuko let out a sigh, you felt the rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek.
“We should probably go,” he acknowledged as his grip on your waist tightened, contradicting his words.
You closed your eyes, letting the peace of the garden wash over you. The headache that had been threatening to split your skull all morning was entirely gone, and you had missed your family so much…
“No,” you said, stretching your legs out beneath your silks. “We’re going to lay with her. The urgent things have already been taken care of today.”
Raising your head enough to catch Nara’s eye, you offered a calm smile that brooked no argument.
“Nara? Please tell the dressmakers to come back tomorrow. The Fire Lord and I are occupied with state matters.”
Nara took in the scene: your finally relaxed posture, Zuko’s half-down hair, and Izumi, who was already deep into an entirely fabricated chapter about a sky bison who loved crowns.
“Understood, my lady,” Nara said, bowing low. “I shall reschedule everything for the morning.“
As the rustle of their footsteps faded back down the gravel path, Zuko let out a low laugh, his fingers tracing soothing circles against your shoulder. You tucked yourself closer against his side.
“So, the sky bison said what?” Zuko asked your daughter.
“Oh, he said… my crown is so pretty. Like the Fire Lady’s…”
Zuko pressed a soft kiss to your temple as Izumi’s voice drifted through the warm air, the afternoon sun beginning its slow descent over the Caldera.
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note: i had to do an embarrassing amount of research for something that was supposed to be no plot just vibes. buuuut i hope you liked it! thank you again to the request that inspired this! xx
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You and Zuko end up having three wedding ceremonies.
The first was very small and very private, the only guests being your closest friends with Aang as the officiant.
The second ceremony happened because Iroh had missed the first one, as he was on a worldwide tea-sipping tour.
The third was held at the palace with a wedding party that ended up becoming a nationwide festival and lasted for twelve hours. By the fourth hour both you and Zuko got so overstimulated that you snuck out of your own party and went on your honeymoon.
Anywho, could I request some headcanons for Toph and Katara on what would a first date with them would look like?
Take care and love you!
intro: Ello everyone, hope you guys are doing well! I'm doing just fantastic as i get to write for women! not only that…but i get to write for avatar! getting this out of the way, Team avatar's glowup? needs to be studied NOW-…I couldn't stop simping for toph during the movie and i pray to god i wasn't the only one-
notes: not much to note here…reader is female/gn here. This will be taking place AFTER the new movie, I haven't seen the show in a good bit so if this is out of character, imapologize…also making this a lil short so ye
warning: none
context: atla, avatar the last airbender, toph x reader, katara x reader
° This may be a little shocking but…spa date.
° I know I know…a bit out of character but hear me out- Dating Toph is basically getting the fucking princess treatment because not only does toph wear the pants…but she knows god damn well that you need to get spoiled and loved
° and what better way to do that than with a trip to the spa!
° Toph will make sure you get the best messages and skin care treatment…
° Of course, she'll also drag you to the sauna so she can "show off" (you had to stop yourself from blushing hard at her core and toned, muscle mommy arms heating up-)
° I could see the date ending in some spicy hotpot
° If you can't handle your spice…good luck
° However, if you're up for the spicy challenge…then you and toph are gonna have a great time ruining your taste buds
° Call me predictable…but beach date-
° All katara wants is a little peace and her lovely partner (you)…and what a better way to spend this peace? a little fun in the sun
° You and katara would stop by to get some cute swimsuits first, andd some ice cream afterwards!
° I can see you two having fun near the shore, with you splashing water on katara while she splashes you back (keep in mind she's a waterbender so…chose how you want that to go)
° After awhile, you and katara would watch the sunset from the ocean…
° Katara admiring your beauty in the soft light as you watched the sun set
° I can see the date ending with the two of you wrapped up in each others arms as you read some novels and laugh about how the day went.
jerking off sub g!p toph and edging her till she cries…. pleaseee
The Price of Attention
G!P Toph Beifong x Hyperfem!Girlfriend!Reader
WC:5k
Synopsis: You find out someone has been flirting with your girlfriend at the gym.
Warnings/Content: girl penis, toph has a cock, edging, overstim, kissing, spitting in mouth, unprotected sex, jealousy, possessive sex, aftercare, crying during sex(toph), begging, some praise, dirty talk, p in v sex, multiple orgasms.
You were in the middle of a shopping day with your best friend when she decided to share a particularly interesting piece of gossip.
It wasn't unusual. The two of you spent plenty of afternoons discussing the latest happenings around Republic City, especially when they involved people important enough to keep the rumor mills turning. More often than not, she always seemed to have a story you hadn't heard yet.
“Just so you know,” She said, leaning forward across the café table, her elbows resting on the surface. “I saw some woman flirting with Toph at the gym yesterday.”
Her words hit like a punch to the gut. Your fork clattered against the plate as you set it down, appetite gone. Across the table, your best friend raised an eyebrow, already recognizing the look that had settled over your face. She knew exactly how possessive you could get when it came to your girlfriend.
“Flirting, how exactly?” You pressed, voice tighter than you meant it to be.
She shrugged, the ice rattling against her glass as she stirred her drink. “You know how it goes. Toph's over there deadlifting like she always does, sweaty, focused, completely in her own world and this woman just keeps lingering around. Finding every excuse to talk to her. Complimenting her grip, asking if she needs a spotter even though she obviously doesn't.”
Your friend took a sip of her drink before continuing. “Toph barely gave her more than two words at a time, but the woman kept smiling like she was making progress.”
You swallowed hard, fingers curling against the edge of the table. The image burned behind your eyes, you could see it as clear as day. Toph in those tight gym shorts she insisted on wearing that showed her dick print which was only supposed to be for your eyes. Her tank top clinging to her chest, muscles flexing with every rep while some stranger hovered close enough to touch her.
“Did Toph seem into it?” The question slipped out before you could stop it.
Your friend leaned in, lowering her voice like she was sharing fire nation secrets. “Hard to tell with her,” She admitted. “You know how Toph is. But she didn't exactly shut it down either. She just kept lifting and minding her business.”
She paused for dramatic effect before adding, “And the woman? She was definitely checking out Toph's ass every time she bent over to rack the weights.”
Your jaw clenched.
The noise of the crowded café rushed back into focus all at once, the chatter of nearby tables, the clink of dishes, the hum of conversation. But none of it was enough to drown out the sharp twist of jealousy settling low in your stomach.
“Why didn't you call me?” You demanded, your anger rising. “I would've pulled up.”
Your best friend laughed, the sound light and teasing as she spun the straw between her fingers. “Oh, please. Like I was about to insert myself between you and Toph when I know exactly how she gets. The last time I tried playing mediator, I found orange envelopes under my windshield wiper for an entire week. No thanks.”
You leaned back in your chair, a reluctant smile tugging at your lips despite the jealousy still twisting in your stomach. She technically wasn't wrong. After the club incident– the one where you'd gotten a little too drunk and ended up dancing with someone else, Toph had made your best friend's life miserable. For seven days straight, no matter where she parked in Republic City, an officer somehow managed to find her car and slap a ticket on it.
The worst part was how calm Toph had been about the whole thing. She sat behind her desk at police headquarters wearing that infuriating smug expression while her assistant stamped her signature on every citation that crossed her desk as if she were handling the most routine paperwork in the world.
The petty streak had escalated so badly that you eventually had no choice but to apologize.
“Still,” You muttered, sipping your own drink now, “You could’ve at least texted me to let me know some thirsty bitch was circling my girlfriend like she was free real estate.”
Your friend leaned back in her chair, unbothered by your snappy response. “And risk another parking-ticket apocalypse? Yeah, not happening babes even for you. Besides, Toph didn’t exactly look bothered. The woman didn't touch her or anything. You know if it went further, I would've stepped in. I got your back, girl.”
“You’re really not helping,” You said through gritted teeth. You knew although she was being messy as hell right now, she wouldn't lie to you about something like this.
“I’m just saying,” She added, “If you’re this worked up already, maybe you should go home and remind Toph exactly who she belongs to. You know, like the way she made her point after that club incident.”
Heat flooded your cheeks at the memory. After you confessed to dancing with someone else, Toph hadn’t yelled. She simply locked the bedroom door, shoved you against it, and spent the next day and a half proving with her mouth, hands, and her cock that you were hers. Every thrust had been deliberate, every bite a claim. By the time she was done, your voice was hoarse from screaming her name and your thighs were painted in her cum.
Your best friend lifted her fork, taking a bite of her food as she watched you with open amusement, her eyes practically sparkling at the reaction she’d pulled out of you.
“So,” She said after swallowing, “Are you going to do something about it, or just sit here looking like you’re about to firebend the table in half?”
A laugh slipped out of you despite yourself, your nails tapping lightly against the edge of the table as your nerves finally started to catch up with you. “Are you telling me this just to get back at her for the tickets or the fact that she's restricted my club visits?”
“The club,” She answered far too quickly, her lips forming in a pout. “We haven’t been out since, and it’s not fair.”
She pointed her fork at you for emphasis, making sure you knew exactly what she expected of you. “Now go home to your girl and call me tomorrow with all the juicy details.”
You narrowed your eyes at her. “She’s going to know it was you.”
“Then you better make sure she leaves me alone,” She replied without missing a beat, already going back to her food like she hadn’t just set your entire evening on fire.
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Toph was already home when you arrived. The moment you stepped inside, you were met with the warm scent of her body wash that was still lingering faintly in the air, softening the space and making it feel unmistakably hers. Your heels clicked sharply against the floorboards with every step, each sound echoing down the hallway and announcing you long before you even reached the room. Your arms were entirely full of shopping bags, and the second you crossed the threshold of the room you spotted her.
Toph was sitting casually on the edge of the bed, a white towel draped over her shoulders and another wrapped around her hips. Your eyes tracked the tiny beads of water trailing down her muscular arms. She had clearly just gotten out of the shower and looked breathtaking.
Despite the sudden wave of warmth that flooded your body at the sight of her, your heart still hammered fiercely against your ribs. The heat in your chest wasn't just attraction, it was fueled by the burning image of that unknown woman at the gym. You couldn't stop thinking about how that stranger had probably spent hours staring at your girlfriend, admiring the very lines of the body sitting right in front of you.
As the bags hit the floor, Toph's chin tilted slightly in your direction, her seismic sense already picking up the rapid, agitated beat of your heart and the stiff tension in your posture. A faint, knowing smirk began to tug at the corner of her lips.
It deepened when she heard you huff loudly. Toph leaned back on the palms of her hands, the towel slipping lower on her shoulders to expose more of her damp chest. You could see her peaked, rosy nipples hardening the moment the air caught them. Your eyes lowered, your gaze drinking in the sight of the water that still clung to the ridges of her abs, sliding in slow trails down the hard plane of her stomach before disappearing beneath the edge of the towel wrapped around her hips.
“You’re stomping in here like you want my attention.” She said, her voice low and amused. “What’s got you all worked up, princess?”
You didn’t answer right away. Your gaze stayed locked on her body, those large thighs were spread just enough to make the towel ride up. Toph's biceps flexed as she purposely shifted her weight under her plams, giving you a show since you wanted to openly eye fuck her.
Your heels clicked harshly against the floor as you approached her, you stopped only when you were right between her knees. Toph's seismic sense reading every furious, possessive beat of your pulse.
“Talk to me,” She murmured, reaching out to hook a finger under your short dress to tug you closer. “Or are you gonna make me guess?”
You swallowed thickly, heat pooling low in your belly even as jealousy churned in your chest. “My friend saw some woman at the gym flirting with you yesterday and you didn't stop her.”
Realization dawned on Toph, and much to your dismay she looked downright entertained by this sudden revelation.
“Yeah?” She asked, her voice edged with amusement. “Did the woman get a good look?”
Toph's casual, teasing tone made something snap within you. You shoved at her shoulder, but she caught your wrist easily, pulling you down until you straddled her lap, your thighs on either side of her. The towel parted beneath you, and the thick, semi-hard length of her cock pressed into the thin fabric of your panties.
Your manicured fingers curled around her jaw then, your thumb pressing firmly against her cheek before tightening around them. Toph's lips parted slightly as she allowed herself to be pulled forward by your hand.
You slid your other palm that was resting on her chest up to wrap around her throat, your grip firm as you demanded her full attention. Toph’s fingers gripped the bedsheets beneath her, a sudden, sharp breath catching in her throat as her damp, overheated skin was basically vibrating under your touch. Her cock that was pressed against your aching center twitched at your sudden display of dominance.
“You think this is funny?” You hissed, staring into her clouded eyes, knowing that she could feel the intensity of your gaze.
Toph’s cock pulsed harder beneath you, it took everything in you to suppress the moan that threatened to spill from your lips at the feel of her.
“And if I did,” She whispered, her body trembling underneath you in anticipation. “Are you going to put me in my place?”
“Open.” You commanded, the grip you had on her jaw was bruising as your nails pressed into the flesh. Toph obeyed without another word, her tongue darting out as she flattened it. You collected enough salvia in your mouth and hovered above her from the position in her lap, letting it slowly drip into her open mouth, watching it land on her tongue.
“Swallow it.” You husked, your eyes darkening as more slick soaked your ruined underwear.
Toph's eyes closed, her throat working as she swallowed with a low, throaty moan. Your thumb pressed into the corner of her mouth as you brushed her cheek, pleased that her bratiness had been tamed before it could become something else entirely. “Good girl.”
Your hand shoved the towel aside completely and wrapped around her thick veiny cock. It was already leaking, the engorged head slick and flushed. You started pumping her cock with slow, tight strokes from base to tip, twisting on every upstroke. Toph’s hips jerked once before you forced them still, her thighs trembling under you as you worked her cock with precise movements.
“Tell me about her,” You insisted, your fist pumping steadily. Her cock was warm in your hand, you could feel every pulse that synced in time with your strokes. “What did she say to you?”
Toph’s voice came out shaky, her head was lolling back as waves of pleasure shot through her entire body making her toes curl. “She was impressed with how much I was benching. She wanted to know if I was a personal training and willing to take her on as a client.”
The more she spoke the faster your strokes became. Precum spilled over your knuckles as you stroked her, your thumb skidding over the slit every time you squeezed the head of it. Toph’s stomach clenched tight, her breath turning ragged. You felt her cock swell in your grip as her orgasm approached, she was so close, teetering right on the edge just where you wanted her.
And just when her lips parted and her eyes rolled back like she was about to come, you stopped.
Toph let out a broken whine, her hips thrusting uselessly into your palm to chase the friction you had been building. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes and you reveled in the fact that you could undo her like this. You waited, listening to her whines and pathetic moans as your palm stayed locked around her cock but not moving an inch. Only when you thought she had truly learned her lesson did you start again, your hand moving up and down her shaft cruelly slow, barely enough pressure to keep her wanting more.
“Baby,” She pleaded as you continued the torturous pace. “Please I-I need to come.”
You leaned in and caught Toph’s lips in a slow, deep kiss. She moaned into your mouth, greedy and desperate, her tongue sliding against yours as you hungrily claimed her. As your lips moved against her you sucked on her bottom lip before pulling away with a wet pop. A thin strand of spit stretching between you.
“Why should I let you?” You purr into her ear, licking and nibbling on the lobe. “Especially after you thought this a joke earlier.”
“I’m sorry baby.” Her hips jerked again in hopes to get you to move. “Please, princess. I only want you, fuck– this cock is yours.”
Your palm tightened around her swollen cock as you picked up your pace. Your strokes no longer teasing as you set a relentless pace. Toph’s hips slammed up into you hard, chasing every pump. Her thick shaft throbbed in your grip, the fat head flaring and leaking hot precum that you smeared down her length with every stroke. You twisted your wrist at the tip, thumb continuing to glide over her slit causing her whole body to seize up into you.
“Yes!” Toph mewled loudly, her cock pulsing in your hand. “Just like that baby, please don't stop, I'm almost there.”
Her balls pulled tight not even a moment after, her thighs shook violently. The pressure built so fast she could barely breathe. Just as her brows pinched together and her jaw clenched tight like she was about to cum for you, you stopped.
Toph sobbed, her cock twitching untouched in the air, the head dark and shiny, a thick bead of cum welling at the tip before it slid down her shaft. Her hips kept bucking, searching for friction that wasn’t there. Every nerve in her cock felt raw and overstimulated with an ache so deep it made her stomach clench.
“Beg properly,” You tell her, letting the cool air hit her cock. You licked your lips as the flushed tip seemed to pulse and twitch, like it was begging for your hand to wrap back around it.
Toph’s voice cracked. “Please let me cum baby. I’m begging. I’ll do anything. I'm so sorry I talked to her, I didn't want to. Just please– don’t stop again.”
You watched her body tremble beneath you, tears streaking down her flushed cheeks. Her cock pulsed hard, the vein along the underside throbbing visibly. Her shaft was twitching at the slightest brush of air. The need burned through her, heavy and relentless, making her whimper with every heartbeat that sent another pulse of blood into her aching length.
She looked up at you with glassy eyes, when you still didn't touch her, chest heaving as more tears burned a path down her cheeks. “Please, I can’t take it anymore. My cock hurts so bad baby. I need to cum. I’ll be good, I swear.”
You leaned down and sealed your mouth over hers, sucking on her tongue before pulling back just enough to let a thick string of spit drip straight into her open mouth. She moaned at the taste, swallowing greedily as you dove back in for a messy, wet kiss, your lips sliding against each other with an urgency that revealed just how much the both of you needed this. Her tears kept falling, warm against your skin as you kissed them away in-between the rough presses of your mouth.
“Okay baby.” You cooed against her damp lips. “I'll take care of you.”
This time you didn't stop, you stroked her mercilessly. Her cock pumped into your hand with each snap of her hips as she met your strokes with abandon. Toph’s back arched off the bed as the orgasm crashed through her. Her cock jerked hard in your hand and erupted, thick ropes of cum shooting out in powerful spurts.
Toph didn't scream, her entire body convulsed, her lips parted in a breathless moan that even your ears didn't catch as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. The first heavy jet of her cum splashed across your knuckles and up her stomach. The next painted her thighs in hot, sticky lines. She kept cumming, body locked tight, cock throbbing and pulsing as more cum poured out, drenching your hand, soaking her skin and running down between her legs. Every spurt made her sob louder, hips jerking with each wave until she was shaking and spent.
She whimpered into your mouth as the last weak pulses faded, her cock still pulsing in your grip, completely drenched and oversensitive.
You kept your hand wrapped around Toph’s still-hard cock, feeling it throb in your grip as the last tremors of her orgasm faded. Cum coated your fingers and dripped down her shaft in thick, messy strands. It was a beautiful sight that you would never tire of seeing.
“Fuck, that was sexy,” You growled against her lips, kissing her tenderly. “Watching you cum like that, soaking everything. You’re mine, Toph. This cock, this body, every desperate sound you make, it all belongs to me.”
Your possessive words made her whimper. You started rubbing her again, slow and firm strokes over her slick length, thumb gliding through the mess of cum still leaking from her slit. Her cock refused to soften, staying rigid and hot in your palm, pulsing with fresh need as you worked her over. You smeared the sticky release up and down her shaft, coating her completely while your other hand gripped her hip to keep her pinned.
“Mine.” You repeated, biting at her lower lip before sucking it into your mouth. Your strokes grew firmer, dragging more precum from her tip to mix with the cum already drenching her thighs. Toph’s breath stuttered, her body arching into your touch even as overstimulation made her tremble. You kept rubbing, possessive and unrelenting, claiming every inch of her throbbing cock with your hand.
You lifted off her lap, hiking your dress up around your waist, fingers hooking into the thin fabric of your drenched panties to yank them aside. Toph’s cock stood rigid and slick, still glistening from her earlier release, the head flushed dark and leaking. You straddled her lap, knees planted on either side of her hips, and reached down to grip her shaft, guiding the swollen tip to your entrance.
“Fuck, look at you,” You breathed against her ear, voice husky. “So hard for me again already. This cock belongs to me, doesn’t it? Every inch.”
You sank down slowly, the thick head pushing past your soaked folds and stretching you open. A low moan escaped you as her thick length slid deeper, filling you inch by inch until your ass settled flush against her thighs. “God, you feel so fucking good inside me, baby. Your cock is so hot and thick, pulsing like you’re about to explode inside of me already.”
Toph whimpered beneath you, her hands clutching at your hips as your walls clenched around her. You started to ride, lifting up until just the tip remained inside before dropping back down hard, taking her to the hilt each time. With every thrust, your slick pussy was gripping and sliding along her cock as the slap of skin on skin echoed in the room each time your ass met her lap.
“Listen to that,” You panted, rolling your hips in tight circles. “Do you hear how soaked I am around you? Your cock is buried so deep daddy, stretching me open, making my pussy drip down your balls.”
Toph’s breath came in uneven gasps, her cock twitching inside you as she slammed into your walls.
“You’re so tight,” She grunted, voice cracking. “Fuck, your pussy’s squeezing me so hard.”
You leaned in, biting at her neck while you rode faster, the wet squelch of your cunt taking her large cock getting louder, mixing with her desperate moans and your own sharp cries.
“That’s it, baby,” You hugged her to your chest so she could bury her face in your breast as you rode her. “Shit, I'm going to cum all over your cock daddy.”
Your pace grew relentless, your hips snapping down to bury her completely, the head of her cock nudging deep with each thrust, hitting that sensitive spot inside you that tipped you over every time. Toph’s fingers dug into your skin, her body still quivering as overstimulation and fresh need warred inside her. Between your thighs was soaked, the wet noises of your bodies meeting grew louder as your slick pussy walls fluttered around her shaft with each drag along your inner walls.
“You’re mine,” You snarled, moaning in her ear as you clenched hard around her length. “This cock is mine to fuck, mine to drain. Cum for me, Toph. Fill me up baby I need your cum deep inside me.”
Toph cried out, her hips bucking up as her cock pulsed inside you. Thick ropes of cum erupted deep, painting your walls while you kept riding through it, squeezing and clenching around her shaft to milk every last drop. Her release flooded you, hot and messy, leaking out around her shaft with each downward thrust. You didn’t stop, grinding down to take it all, feeling her throb and pulse until the last weak spurt left her shaking beneath you. Your own moans mingled with hers, your cum-slick pussy still wrapped tightly around her as she stayed buried inside.
You felt the warm trickle of Toph's cum leaking from your pussy, sliding down her shaft in slow rivulets. Your grip on her shoulder eased as your fingers trailed down between your bodies, gathering the sticky mix of her release and your own slick. You brought those coated fingers up and painted your lips with it, the taste of both of you coating your mouth.
Toph was still panting hard beneath you, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. You tilted her chin up with your clean hand, guiding her face toward yours.
“Kiss me,” You whispered.
Her lips met yours without hesitation, slow and deep, tasting herself on your tongue as the kiss stretched out. Your arms slid around her neck, pulling her closer while your hips began to rock in a gentle rhythm. This wasn't the frantic claiming from earlier. No, now you wanted to make love to her. You focused on the feel of her, the steady slide of your cunt taking her cock inch by inch, deep and unhurried. The way you were fucking her now was intimate, each roll of your hips drawing a quiet gasp from her throat.
“Fuck, you feel so good like this,” Toph breathed against your mouth between kisses. Knowing the praise would get you there faster every time. “So warm and wet around me.”
You kept the pace slow, thighs flexing as you rode her with deliberate control. Her hands settled on your waist, not gripping hard but holding you steady, her thumbs stroking circles over your skin.
“I love how you take me,” She says, her voice breaking off into a moan. “Every time you sink down and that tight pussy grips my cock it's like you never want to let go.”
The pleasure built gradually, it was a steady climb instead of a crash. Your walls fluttered around her length with each deep grind, and when the orgasm finally crested, it rolled through you in long, pulsing waves. Her name tore from your lips in a broken and raw as your pussy clenched and fluttered around her cock. She held you through it, arms wrapping tight around your back while her lips pressed to your ear.
“That's it, baby cum for me,” She coaxed, her voice thick with affection. "I love you so much. You're everything. I've got you let it all out.”
Your body shuddered in her embrace, your thighs shaking through the aftershocks as she kept murmuring soft words against your skin. When the last ripples faded, you stayed seated on her, neither of you able to move just yet.
Toph's hands moved in slow strokes along your spine. “You get it all out?” She asked quietly, referring to your jealousy. She pressed a kiss to your temple. “Or did you want to go another round?”
You nuzzled into her neck, your voice hoarse and your limbs dead to the world. “I should be asking you that.”
Toph chuckled softly, the sound warm and content. “Well I'm definitely going to need another shower now.”
You shifted, lifting off her lap with a wince as you both cursed at the same. Toph's heavy, soft cock slapped against her abs, coated in white. Her cum was dripping down your thighs, you were shaky on your feet and just as you were about to fall she caught you.
Toph scooped you into her arms with effortless strength, holding you securely against her chest as she carried you into the ensuite bathroom. Her movements were careful and impossibly gentle. She helped you out of your ruined clothes and used her metalbending to remove each piece of jewelry around your neck and wrist with precision, setting everything aside where she knew it would be safe.
Without needing to be asked, she crouched beside the sink and reached underneath, finding the shower cap you always kept there. Holding it out toward you, she tilted her head. “Here.”
You smiled softly and took it from her. While you gathered your hair and tied it up, Toph adjusted the water until it was exactly the temperature you liked. Not too hot, just perfect.
Once your hair was secured, you stepped into the shower. A moment later, Toph joined you, the steam already beginning to fill the room.
The warmth settled around both of you as she moved behind you. Her hands rested briefly on your shoulders before one slid across your back, washing away the grime and stress of the day with slow, careful motions.
“You know,” She said quietly, her voice carrying easily over the sound of the water, “I'd never entertain another woman.”
You felt her hand pause between your shoulder blades. “You're it for me.”
It was when she said stuff like this, her vulnerability bleeding through each word that you knew she meant it. “I know baby, I just get a little crazy. I mean, you're so fucking sexy you have no idea.”
Toph snorted, the sound low and teasing as it blended with the steady rush of water around you.
“You get a little crazy?” She repeated incredulously. “Baby I can barely feel my cock right now.”
You felt her hands settle on your waist, her fingers indenting the flesh there.
“Okay, maybe more than a little,” You admitted, turning enough to glance back at her. “I still want to go with you to the gym tomorrow, just so she knows you're happily taken.”
Another laugh rumbled through her chest in disbelief. “You're actually going to work out with me?”
“Hell no.” You said, already cringing at the thought of being sweaty and your makeup being ruined. “I'll be there for moral support and to look pretty by your side. I already have the cutest outfit in mind.”
“Oh my god.” Toph groaned, reaching over you to shut off the water. “Baby you can't just hang out there it's not that sort of place.”
“I wont.” You promised handing her a towel with an amused glint in your eyes. “They have massage chairs don't they?”
All toph could do was shake her head and scoff because she knew you were dead serious.
AN: I had a scene of them at the gym but it was already too long ao I cut it. If theres interest I'll post it though. Let me know what you think!
content: 18+ nsfw modern au, fwb!toph, bimbo!reader, bitch x bitchier, scissoring, intimate sex, some fluff, reader is super pierced, ass slapping, nipple play (on both of you), praise, degradation, teasing, bit of slut shaming, strap usage, jealousy, possessive!toph, rough (revenge) sex, body marking, lowk toxic!toph.
summary: lesbian sex. then more angry lesbian sex (with a sprinkle of fluff)
author’s note: no seriously it’s 90% porn, that’s the plot. enjoy!!
wc: 5.2k // prev. part here.
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lewd moans quickly fill the room, the kisses sloppy and ridiculously wet. your grinding doesn’t stop, dragging your aching cunt over her clothed leg for friction and whimpering into her mouth at the pressure of her bouncing.
“mhm,” she nips at your bottom lip, soothing it with a swift lick, “you taste like cherries. that your lipgloss?”
you can only whimper, dazed with need when her fingers slip through the gap of your panties, unbearably slow, “come onnn..”
she grins, swallowing your desperate sounds with her tongue. “aw, to think you were acting all high and mighty just a few seconds ago.. crazy what a mess my thigh alone made of you.”
“stop speaking,” you groan, shushing her with a longer kiss. “just fuck me.”
she hums, finally reaching your dripping slit, “where are your manners?”
a shaky moan slips out of your lips when her middle and ring finger finally graze your folds, and your eyes flutter shut, your pace growing more frantic.
you lift your hips to sink down on them, but they keep slightly slipping to either side. your brows furrow in frustration at your repeated attempts, believing it to be due to your trembling or how wet and slippery you were, until you briefly catch a small smirk tugging at toph’s lips.
“toph!” you whine, nails digging into her thigh, “what the hell are you doing!?”
“nothing,” she whistles, coaxing another moan out of you when long fingers part your puffy lips open, feeling you clench around nothing. “i just think you could be more polite.”
“toph, are you serious right n—”
“never been more serious.” she cuts you off with a mocking peck to your cheek, her other hand still squeezing the fat of your tit. “go on. be good, baby. say please.”
you scoff, torn between anger and arousal, “i fucking hate you, you’re so— no no no!” you cry out, quickly grabbing her wrist when she begins to pull away.
“doesn’t sound like begging to me.”
“you— i’m gonna— ugh!” you groan loudly, trying to pull her hand back to you but it refuses to budge an inch, “why are you so— just— ugh… p-please.”
she smirks, and you hate how it gets you wetter.
“aw, there we go. such a good girl.” she coos, tauntingly patting the entirety of your pussy. the embarrassment doesn’t get to settle fully before all your thoughts are flung out of your head, a startled moan leaving your lips when she firmly flicks your clit, following it immediately with toe-curling rubs.
your eyes roll back, feeling two of her thick digits finally prod at your entrance, stretching your gummy walls as she scissors you open.
you mewl, desperately riding her hand and thigh all while her thumb deliciously presses and circles around your puffy bud.
“what the fuck,” you hear her sputter, but you’re honestly far too gone to care about what caught her attention, eyes squeezed shut as your hips roll and snap with incredible rhythm.
your eyes are forced open in surprise though, her previously busy hand leaving your breast to roughly grip your jaw. you stare at her, confused and kind of hornier at whatever the gleam in her eyes meant.
she lets out a sound between a scoff and a laugh, “fucking hell, you’re even pierced here?”
huh?
oh.
oh!
you blush, feeling her thumb fiddle with the metal above your clit, “well.. yeah.”
“and literally why would you do that?” she gives it another tap, “does it give you extra pleasure?”
“well, no.” you state matter-of-factly, slowing down your erratic finger-riding to educate her, “christina piercings are ornamental, so it doesn’t touch my clit or anything.”
she scoffs, her gaze almost demeaning, “then why?”
you hum, and she feels you spasm around her fingers. “ ‘cause it’s hot. and people’s reactions to it also turn me on.. but yours could use a little work.”
“i’m sure you slept with your piercer right after, you whore.” she spits out, to which you huff, “you’re just jealous, bitch. unlike you, i’m not some sex-crazed slut who fucks anybody who speaks to me.”
she laughs and you can hear the cockiness dripping off each of the syllables, “oh, clearly. not desperate at all, fucking the leg of a girl you met a few hours ago.”
your eye twitches and before you can argue back, svelte fingers finally plunge into your velvety walls, your garbled sounds music to her ears. she smiles filthily, “yeah, that’s right, just shut up and moan like the horny whore you are. you being angry only makes you tighter for me.”
you’d love to snap back at her, you really would. but unfortunately that would have to wait because oh my god, her fingers and disgusting mouth alone had you closer to cumming than most of your previous partners ever did.
your mouth crashes back on hers again, drool leaking out of your lips that she eagerly licks up and swallows, heavy tongue entwined with yours as your sopping cunt sucks her in like quicksand.
“mmh, take off,” you mumble dazedly between kisses, panting against her cheek. you tug at the material of her pants, “o-off, please.”
she chuckles, gaze heated, “so polite.”
her fingers continue pounding your needy pussy, her other hand coming to tug at her waistband, and you practically clench at her exposed v-line, defined like an arrow pointing to your gradually appearing prize.
your impatient hands join her useless one, pulling harder at the material and she laughs, lifting her hips to indulge you and you waste no time in discarding the fabric.
“ugh, this is uncomfortable.” she shifts, her sweat-slick thighs sticking to the chair, “need a bigger surface.”
her big hand supports your back, pulling you flush against her and you wrap your arms around her neck immediately. her other one leaves your poor, aching slit, but the promise of what’s to come makes the wait worth it as she stands up, hiking your thighs up to loop around her naked waist.
“guide me,” she murmurs, and the command is so oddly intimate your breath slightly hitches. you nod, flustered, whispering the directions into her ear.
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she drops you down on the bed with a small “oof”, and her fingers lazily hook around the sides of her panties, sliding them off so tauntingly you whimper at the sight.
she only grins, crawling over you to pry your legs open, “like what you see?”
your skirt is easily ripped in a quick move you can’t even begin to comprehend, and you whine as she busies herself between your thighs, “tophh! that skirt cost me an arm and a leg, you could have just taken it off!”
she ignores you, repeating the same thing to your damp panties, “it’s like four inches of fabric. i’ll pay you back the three dollars, jingle bells.”
you groan, “you know nothing about fashion! you just— mngh!” a dirty moan leaves your lips and so does any concern over your clothes, her fingers slipping back into you so naturally like your pussy was home.
“you’re right, i know nothing about fashion. kinda hard to when you’re blind,” she crosses your plush thigh over hers, stretching you out a little more just to hear the filthy squelch, “what i do know, though, is how to fuck a whiny ass girl like you.”
that strikes a nerve again. but your protests, once more, die on the tip of your tongue when you feel her folds smush against yours, her fingers giving way to her warm, slick pussy rutting up feverishly against your own.
you make no effort to be quiet, loudly mewling at the delicious bumping of your clits together, the grunts and moans it earns from her only heightening your arousal.
“fuck,” her voice breaks into a shaky whine, her fingers tightening around your waist as her pace increases, “fuck! so good, you’re so good. your pussy’s so sweet, so perfect. oh, so fucking good. i’m sure it must look so pretty, all soaked and dripping with my wetness and yours.”
you didn’t expect toph to be so.. vocal. taunts and degrading jokes, you expected, but this weirdly adorable display of her desperation came as a not so unwelcome shock.
if anything, the duality only served to tighten the big knot in your lower abdomen.
her voice may crack and her praise may be sweet as syrup, but the way she was fucking you was anything but.
you never knew how flexible you were until today, her hands easily manhandling you into different positions to ensure every inch of your pussy was thoroughly soaked with her slick, your hamstrings threatening to snap at the pressure of her strong palms against the back of your thighs, stretching your legs open into the worst of splits.
“mmph— tophh.. g—gonna cummmm..” you drawled, eyes rolled so far back, saliva trickling down the side of your cheek as you let her scissor you in whichever way she wanted.
the pad of her thumb would occasionally join in to add to the pressure of your swollen clit against hers, and it would send sparks of pleasure up your spine, all of it pooling deep into your gut and threatening to spill over.
“i know. i know you will,” she groans, one hand pinning your thigh to your torso while the other found your pierced nipple to roll and pinch, her rhythm unrelenting.
“come for me,” two fingers slide between where you two were joined, effortlessly sinking into your overly wet cunt, curling against your spongy spot with terrifying precision that leaves your thighs spasming and your breath knocked out of your lungs, “now.”
you don’t keep her waiting, your vision flashing white as thick gushes of cum spray over her swollen pussy. she uses the extra slick to fuck you faster, chasing her own release, your folds sticking together in a mess of arousal and slight sweat, the hot smell of sex filling the room.
when she cums soon after you, you already feel heat pooling in your stomach again at the sight of her so wrecked and spent on top of you.
her tank top had long since joined the pile of torn clothes on the floor, your eyes travelling up her bulging abs to set on her heaving, sweaty chest, pebbled nipples resting on the swells of well-toned breasts.
you made a note to ask her if she was an athlete later.
you were both panting, neither of you moving off each other yet, and you let your hands slowly slide up her abdomen to her tits. you give them a tentative squeeze, cupping the soft flesh, looking at her face to gauge her reaction.
when no refusal was uttered, your thumbs found the peaked buds, gently swiping over them to hear her breath hitch. “beautiful,” you whisper lowly, splaying your hands to fully grab them, “you’re very beautiful, toph.”
“really?” the question is just as gentle as your praise, milky eyes half lidded and set on some spot next to your ear.
“yes,” you answer without delay, one of your hands finding its way to her hair to pull her closer to you. with her chest more lowered now, you press a soft kiss to the top of her right breast, “very beautiful.”
for once, toph didn’t feel like ruining the moment with her snarkiness. she simply stayed quiet, indulging you a bit more before finally untangling your limbs and laying by your side.
she rolls over on her back, folding her flexed arms behind her head. “that was great.”
“yeah,” you turn on your side, your back facing her. “you’re good.”
“just good?” you hear the rustling of sheets behind you, then a hand soon finds the curve of your hip. “i deserve better than that, i think.”
you bite back a smile, nuzzling your pillow, “yeah yeah. you’re really good.”
“oh come on,” she shakes you by the hip, scooting closer until you feel her pout against your nape. “be honest, am i not the best sex you’ve ever had?”
the claim isn’t ridiculous, but the last thing you want to do right now is stroke her ego. you hum pensively before shrugging, “.. eh. i’ve had better.”
“you’re lying,” she barks, giving your thigh a light smack. “i can sense it.”
you sigh dramatically, rubbing the spanked spot, “jeez, toph. it’s okay! you don’t have to best for everyone. i’m sure many people think you’re the best sex they’ve ever had. don’t take it personally, it’s just a matter of preference.”
“stop lying!” she groans and you giggle, another smack landing on your ass this time. “admit it! say i’m the best sex you’ve ever had.”
you sigh again, shaking your head, “is your ego that fragile, toph? that it hangs on being someone’s best fuck? that’s a little pathetic, even for you.”
you tense in preparation for the coming spank, and then burst into laughter when it predictably arrives. she scoffs, “you’re very tickled for someone who was humping my leg like a cheap whore earlier.”
and that wipes the smile clean off your face.
you blush, rolling over to face her with a matching pout, “shut up, don’t bring that up.”
she grins, “ ‘oh, toph! please, more! give it to me, tophh! ahhh!’” you whine loudly, pushing her face off yours as she delightfully mocks your sex noises, increasing them in pitch. “fuck off! you were just as loud!”
“as loud as you?” she laughs, taking your hand off her face to smirk all up in your face, “please, i could barely hear myself over your screams and your fucking jewelry’s banging.”
you flush a deeper shade of red, “stop ittt!”
“see?” she pokes your nose, the biggest of smiles tugging at her mouth. “even outside of sex, you’re so fucking noisy.”
you huff and roll over again, refusing to face her as your hand reaches for the sheets to cover yourself. “whatever. good night.”
“but it’s not even night.”
you pinch your nose bridge, squeezing your eyes shut, “did i seriously just sleep with you?”
she chuckles, patting your hip, “and you loved every second of it. here’s to a good friendship,” she cups your face, tilting it back her way to press a kiss to your lips, “nice to meet you.”
you blink, very slowly. “.. nice to meet you too.”
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your banter eventually melted into an oddly pleasant conversation you couldn’t believe you were having with such an annoying woman. you asked each other questions, gradually finding out stuff about yourselves, which was always a nice bonding activity after scissoring a stranger!
you found out she was indeed an athlete; and a wrestler at that. it did make a lot of sense, since most of the other sports required some level of sight, while wrestling — she stated — was more hands-on and physical, hence why she excelled at it.
she even invited you to come watch sometime, to which you obviously agreed, very curious on how she fought. wasn’t her blindness still a big handicap? wasn’t it still much harder for her to predict her opponent’s moves? you were aching to see it all for yourself.
you also found out she uses a white cane, that she somehow forgot in the bus after your outburst.
“how the hell do you forget that?” you frowned, puzzled.
she shrugged, “after that scene you caused, i wanted to catch you before you disappeared, so i kind of rushed and forgot it. i had it under the seat by my feet, so i didn’t feel it.”
you huffed, “that cane is literally how you see, you can’t be that dumb.”
“it’s because i don’t use it that much,” she continued, and that piqued your attention. “i suppose it’s because i fight without it, so i also learnt to do more stuff without it from there on. i can get around my neighborhood just fine since i remember all the roads here, so i basically only use it when i go out somewhere else i’m not familiar with.”
“oh,” you nodded understandingly, then looked down. “well.. i’m sorry for making you forget it, i guess it’s kind of my fault. so allow me to pay you back for it, yeah?”
“awww, such a sweetheart. that’s so kind and generous of you. truly.” she coos, pinching your cheek.
“nevermind, i hope you fall over.”
your gaze flitted to the window, noticing the now starry dark sky. you quickly sat up, eyes widening when you saw the clock on the wall read eight pm.
you’d been talking for almost five hours?
“oh god, it’s so late. and we haven’t even showered yet, ew.” you grimace, getting off the bed to limp towards your bathroom.
she chuckles, smelling herself, “yeah, we reek.”
“you get happy about very fucking weird stuff, toph.”
after a much needed shower, you ended up suggesting for her to stay the night, finding it to be the safer option since she didn’t have her cane. to which she eagerly acquiesced, though for way less innocent motives than yours.
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as the days went by, you two proved to be a much better match than expected. she’d quickly become one of your closest friends, often crashing at each other’s places to either spill tea or get drunk — and the latter often ended in tainted sheets and melted makeup.
your ankle had gotten better too, and you could finally go back to wearing your cherished heels.
toph had just asked you to wait for her outside this shop, she told you she’d be quick and you didn’t need to follow her in, so there you were; leaning against a nearby lamp post as you absentmindedly scrolled on your phone.
after a few minutes, you were snapped out of your doomscrolling by someone poking your shoulder. you lifted your head, only for an incredibly hot woman to meet your gaze. you immediately straightened up, patting your skirt down to look more presentable.
shit, you didn’t like being caught off guard by a hot woman hitting on you.
“sorry for disturbing you,” she starts, and her voice has that low distinct rasp, just like toph’s, that never fails to make your stomach flip. she smiles, leaning down to your height, “i just wanted to tell you you’re very beautiful, you look unreal.”
“oh,” you smile back, sweet yet purposeful, “you’re too kind, thank you. you’re quite attractive yourself.”
you didn’t break eye contact, and the implied message was clear as day.
“a pretty girl like you must be taken,” she looks at the shop you’re waiting in front of, then back at you. “waiting for your partner?”
“oh, no no,” you wave your hand dismissively, stepping more into her space. “i’m just waiting for my friend. i don’t have a girlfriend.”
her smile widens, emboldened by your confirmation and your body language. her hand finds your chin, thumb swiping across your pierced lip, “i see. and do you think there’s any chance my friend over there could get your number?”
she points at some empty spot over her shoulder, and you chuckle, leaning into her touch. “totally. i think your friend’s pretty cute.”
“sweet,” she fiddles with the labret, and your glossy lips playfully pucker up to peck her finger. you notice the flicker in her expression, and of course, you know exactly what you’re doing.
she clears her throat, flustered, letting go of you to fish out her phone.
you smile and take it, long nails tapping against the screen, when a very familiar hand suddenly lands on your ass with a soft smack, giving it a rough squeeze right after.
you’d tensed for a second before groaning, resuming your typing, “tophiee, i told you to stop doing that in public. i keep thinking it’s a creep.”
“my bad,” her arm slides up to hang low around your waist, face scrunching in confusion when she senses the person in front of her. “who is this? are they bothering you?”
“not at all,” you chuckle, putting in the last digits. “she just asked for my info. she’s real smooth with it, i gotta tell you.”
“... huh. interesting.” you don’t pay attention to her grip tightening around your hip in warning, until the phone is abruptly snatched out of your hands the moment you were about to press ‘save contact’.
“sorry buddy,” she deletes the number, sightless eyes set with insane accuracy on the baffled girl in front of you. she tosses the phone at her, making her scramble to catch it in a panic, “she doesn’t have a number.”
you’re just as dumbfounded as the poor girl, who breaks the silence first. “but she was just typi—”
“chop chop.” toph cuts her off, snapping her fingers. “mhm. sorry, no can do. better luck next time. a shame, really. bye.”
you scoff at her, brows raised in shock and anger, “toph? what the fuck do you think you’re—”
“be quiet,” she glares down at you, and it’s deadly. “i’ll get to you later.”
you can’t find any hint of her usual sarcasm or her playful teasing — just a terrifying pair of teal eyes freezing you into place.
it effectively shuts you up, so she focuses back on the very unlucky soul who had the sole misfortune of crossing paths with you today. “what? just leave already.”
her eyes dart in confusion between you and toph, and you can only shamefully look down, giving her a small apologetic wave to end this humiliating interaction sooner. this was so fucking embarrassing.
“what the fuck??” is the last thing you hear from her as she walks away, and you’re genuinely just as confused as her.
when she leaves, you finally glare up at toph properly, pretty features twisted into a frustrated frown. “now, do you wanna explain whatever the hell just— ah!”
you don’t get to finish your sentence before a calloused hand wraps around your wrist, dragging you off with steps as angry as the thudding of her cane against the ground.
you stumble behind her, trying not to trip over your heels at her brisk pace. “t-toph!” you call out to her but she doesn’t answer, and you can only watch her dark hair whip in the air, a hint of fear mixing with your anger.
“toph, where are we g—”
“my place,” she cuts you off, her steps growing faster. “i forgot something.”
your brow raises, questioning. “that’s it? then why the fuck did you interfere with the girl getting my n— oof!”
she stops abruptly and your forehead bumps against her back. you rub it soothingly, “geez, toph. what’s—”
“did you want her to be your girlfriend?” she turns to face you, so close you felt her hot breath hit your cheek. “do you see yourself dating that woman?”
you blink, then you scoff, incredulous. “what? i don’t know, i just met her. i’m not really looking for a serious relationship so—”
“then what?” she spits it like venom and you flinch back. she glares deep into your eyes, “what were you being so sweet and giggly for? for sex? do i not fuck you good enough?”
you stammer, heat creeping up your cheeks. “w-what the fuck, toph?? what does that have to do with—”
“nobody can fuck you better than i do.” she doesn’t let up, invading your space further when you try to step back. “nobody, and certainly not that whore.”
okay, okay. what the hell was going on? perplexed wasn’t good enough a word to even begin to describe how utterly lost you were.
“toph, what the fuck is wrong with you today?” you manage to spit back, returning her glare. “who do you think you are, deciding who can or can’t get my number?”
“i just think it’s stupid of you to pursue sex with someone else when i’m right here.”
you throw your arms up in the air, exasperated, “what?? toph, me sleeping with you doesn’t make you entitled to mess with my love or sex life. with the way you’re speaking, it’s almost like you want me to be your girlfrien—”
“fuck no,” she barks, too quickly, brows furrowing in disgust. “not at all. i just don’t get the point.”
“and you don’t have to get it! you can just fucking suck it up.” you snap, and you immediately regret it with the way her gaze goes cold.
you let out a shaky sigh, trying to rein yourself in. “toph, what i’m trying to say is—”
“stop talking.” her grip tightens around your wrist, and the next thing you know is that you’re being pulled again, too focused on not falling over to argue back.
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you’re both panting when you get to her apartment, and while she fumbles with the key, you take the small opportunity to resume your lecture. “seriously toph, you had no right to butt in. that girl could have possibly been a great match for me. what if i did want her to eventually become my girlfriend?”
“you just said you weren’t looking,” she scoffs, the key repeatedly missing the hole.
you roll your eyes, “that’s not the point. you still can’t butt in, you never know what the future holds. it’s my life, toph.”
the door opens with a click, and it’s instantly shoved open as she barges in, her fingers around your wrist like a cuff.
you sigh, “like i said, you can’t just— mmph!” you’re interrupted by a brutal kiss, all teeth, the force of it making you stagger back until your back hits the wall.
the cane hits the floor and her hands feel you up in a frenzy, mapping out every inch of exposed skin as she sucks the very oxygen out of your lungs.
“it’s because you dress like that,” she pants against your lips between heated kisses. “you’re just begging for attention.”
she swallows the angry protests bubbling up in your throat, her tongue swiping over your palate and teeth and everything in between, and you hate that you can’t help but moan into her mouth.
“these bare legs,” she runs her hands up the back of your thighs, ditching your lips to press wet kisses on your neck, “too exposed. that’s why they hit on you.”
and once again, right when your face scrunched up in irritation, she quashes down any objections by trailing her hand up to your clothed cunt, possessively cupping it.
you uselessly mewl, heat pooling in your gut as you grind on her hand before she swiftly picks you up, taking you to her room.
how were you expected to conjure up any proper argument when this unfairly hot woman was already positioning you to her liking, wordlessly pushing your face into the pillows and adjusting the arch of your back?
“wait right here,” she whispers raspily into your ear, patting your waist to excuse herself, leaving you bent and exposed.
you huff into the pillows. what could you possibly do other than ‘wait here’?
this was ridiculous, you thought to yourself. all your arguments ended like this — unfinished, with your pussy full. you knew better than to keep letting her get away with this, thinking she can win you over by simply fucking you into oblivion and never addressing these accumulating issues.
you will stand your ground.
the bed dips under her weight, and you let out a soft moan when her hands return to your hips, lifting your skirt up.
you will stand your ground, tomorrow.
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sex with toph was always mind-blowing. but this time — on your great grandmother’s grave — you swore you felt your tailbone crack.
“t—toph!! oh my fucking— tophhh!!” you uselessly cry out, leaving sweat-damp marks on the sheets you were clinging to for dear life.
“take it,” her fingers are so tight around your hips you knew they’d bruise the next day.
she hikes them up even higher, earning a pained scream from you that quickly morphs into a pleasured string of moans, the tip of her strap striking your g-spot like a dart to a bullseye.
she leans down to take your ear between her teeth, her pounding relentless. “you’ll take it, my stupid whore. maybe this’ll remind you who this greedy pussy belongs to.”
you’d always hated claims of ownership. they irked you out to no end, and not only did you find them demeaning, they also never failed to make you feel so trapped and helpless.
but right now? with tears and drool soaking your pillows, you wanted nothing but to be thoroughly owned by her.
you don’t feel the words slip out of your mouth until they do, “y—yours. it’s all yours.”
her hips stutter for a second before she moans, loudly. her hand comes down on your ass in a sharp smack, appreciating the ripple and your startled gasp, “say it again.” it’s almost desperate, with the way she pants against your damp nape, “say it.”
you swallow your pooling saliva, “i—it belongs to you, toph.”
“does anybody else fuck you like this?” she spits against your ear with punishing thrusts against your abused walls.
you shake your head, sniffling, “n-no. nobody. mngh!”
her head had left its spot behind your nape, lifting herself up to spread your cheeks wider, and she wished she could see your creamy slick coating the pumping toy.
the wet squelches of your cunt were an auditory tease that made her yearn for sight more than anything else in the world.
with the next rough thrusts, and her hand sliding down to rub circles on your neglected clit, your eyes cross and roll back as you gush all over her strap.
her furious pounding calms down, the rocking of her hips more gentle while your orgasm sends pleasant tingles to the ends of your limbs.
you slowly relax, blissed out, letting yourself enjoy the sweet thrusts to ride out your high.
then a startled squeal escapes your lips, eyes blowing wide open when the sting registers.
did she just—
“ah!” you yelp again, flushing with need and embarrassment at the realization. she was biting your ass!
“shh,” she fondles the fat of your plump backside, alternating between right and left as she bites down on it, leaving angry red marks in her wake. “need to mark you.”
she slips out of you with a filthy pop, casually fingering some of your own cum back into you, then her sticky hands are on your hips again.
you feel the brush of her hair as her kisses and bites descend further down the back of your thighs, littering the canvas of your soft skin with twin markings on each side.
“toph..” you swallow a whimper when she goes back up, coaxing your legs further apart to get to your inner thighs as well, repeating the same process.
she stops at your still spasming pussy, then presses a long, deceptively sweet kiss to your sensitive folds before spitting on them. and your knees immediately give out.
she smiles, pulling back as if to look at your entire spent form. her fingers brush over the dented traces of her teeth on your ass, and she sighs softly, pleased. “now, they’ll know.”
who were “they”? know what? you had no energy left in you to ask, so you only laid limp on her bed, eyes fluttering shut. you felt her weight leave the bed as she walked away, the toy hitting the ground with a wet thud.
awful, awful cramps set in the next morning, dull painful throbbing from all your bones and muscles, and you couldn’t walk for six days.
and while you didn’t want to doubt toph’s goodness since she did stay by your side this whole week, helping you out and pampering you until the pain subsided, you almost felt like she reveled in your inability to leave the house.
or maybe not. maybe she just happened to be very happy to spend time with you.
after all, a friend wouldn’t be that cruel, right?
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* heh did you miss me guys.. is this a good enough apology for the wait??
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