I can't believe that I gotta come out to speak about this matter.. but like, I have seen a lot of comments and fanart of Toph and it's just so disappointing like can't we girl have fun ourselves because over the past few years that there have been fic about Toph x reader, IT'S ALWAYS Male that I seen that I thought of making it myself but I eventually stop due to work, but now I'm so happy that I finally get to see fic about female reader after a years but that is not what I'm on about, I get very upset when I see an artist draw Toph having a massive breast when her breast is average not a fucking big melon or watermelon, why can't ppl just focus or know that she have more muscle than chest, and some of em just full of straight MEN who overly sexualize and feminine her, when there's an edit about her and when there's a comment like: “Her wife is Lucky” there gotta be some of fucking straight ass man who coming right out if his stupid hole to say like 'stop making everything gay' like just let them have their fun bro, she can be bi or pan, even she does have two daughters with TWO different husband that she already DIVORCE, that doesn't mean she straight and even she are she can still be bi and like girls, like there is no problem at all 😭 I absolutely hate the edited photos or fanart of her that make her chest look really big. Stop sexualizing her by making her boobs bigger. Toph is much more than her body. It really hurt to see that some ppl keep being like this. I'm okay with gender neutral readers anything that is not male readers, I'm not against it, I'm just tired of straight people not letting ppl have fun I am not Mischaracteristics Toph character I just don't understand the point on why Toph can't be bi even if we see she often have a crush on male characters.. I am just so tired at this point 💔💔 I'm just speaking out of my opinion
(Sorry if my grammar is bad)
Stop being such a creep or weirdo, even I like Toph as much I wouldn't draw her or make a fic about her having such a massive big boobs. I have no problem if her chest got slightly big but if it's looking like a melon or watermelon I'm just.. done.
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Would u be able to write something where the reader likes tophs biceps.. like a lot🫰
TOPH BEIFONG X READER
ֹ ᮫ toph notices your interest in her biceps ⸝⸝ wlw intended
cw: nothing! (i think..) if i’m forgetting something please lmk
┈─ note: i felt so silly writing the little excuses the reader makes to touch toph’s arms. overall had fun with this though, so thank u anon! i hope u enjoy this <3
ֹ ᮫ you’d always liked to watch toph train— a little too much. you liked watching her biceps most of all; the way they flexed when she lifted something up, or when she did anything, really. they captivated your attention too often.
ֹ ᮫ “how did that look?” she’d asked you, eager for your opinion on how she’d basically created her own ravine. however, you weren’t even paying attention to her bending. you were completely focused on her arms.
ֹ ᮫ “huh—?” you stammered, “cool— it was cool.”
ֹ ᮫ she could even be doing something as simple as lifting something up, or even just handing something to you. you were lucky that she couldn’t see the way you practically drilled holes into her arms.
ֹ ᮫ you found yourself clinging onto her arms more than necessary. just walking through republic city? your arm would be intertwined with hers. she’d be walking even a few steps ahead of you? you’d hold onto her arm for the sake of keeping up with her.
ֹ ᮫ “you walk way too fast!” you’d complained to her, and intertwined your arm with hers. “what’s the rush?”
ֹ ᮫ “i was only like 3 feet ahead of you,” she scoffed. “keep up the pace, sweetheart.”
ֹ ᮫ you’d even found yourself “accidentally tripping” just so she could catch you, or so you could hold onto her arm for support. or even acting like you were tired so you could lean onto her. but it didn’t take long for her to catch on.
ֹ ᮫ while walking with her through the city one night, you’d intentionally not watched your step so you’d have the excuse to latch onto her. your plan succeeded, but not without a comment from her.
ֹ ᮫ “why have you been so clumsy lately?” she asked, shaking her head in disbelief.
ֹ ᮫ “new shoes,” you lied. she knew you were lying, but she saved you the embarrassment. she didn’t confront you about it until a few nights later.
ֹ ᮫ toph was putting on a long-sleeved shirt before going to bed, considering it was a cold night. however, that usually never stopped her before, and you couldn’t refrain from commenting on it.
ֹ ᮫ “what’s with the shirt?” you asked her. “you usually never wear sleeves..”
ֹ ᮫ she furrowed her brows. “what? it’s cold. something wrong with it?”
ֹ ᮫ “well, no,” you sat beside her on the bed. “but that’s what the blankets are for.” you stared at her biceps through her shirt. as if she’d somehow seen what you were doing, she connected it all at once.
ֹ ᮫ “do you just wanna see my arms?” she grinned. she actually liked that you were so mesmerized by her.
ֹ ᮫ you looked away sheepishly. “is that so bad?”
ֹ ᮫ “..no,” she shook her head. then, she pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her in just the bandages she always wore over her chest.
ֹ ᮫ “you could’ve just said that to begin with, though,” she muttered, then pulled you against her with her arms wrapping around your waist. she made you lie with her and chuckled at the way your hands kneaded her biceps. “do i really look that good?”
ֹ ᮫ “you have no idea,” you murmured before burying your face into her muscles.
ֹ ᮫ from then on, she never complained or commented on the way you latched onto her arms. she liked it. she encouraged it, actually. she didn’t care where you went; she’d always hold her arm out to you as a sign for you to take it.
ֹ ᮫ “can’t believe you like ‘em so much,” she told you after you’d taken her arm. “guess i should start training even more, huh?”
ֹ ᮫ she also didn’t tolerate any negative comments about it. someone said you looked stupid? she’d split the earth beneath them so she’d never have to hear them again. she loved having you on her arm, and she didn’t want anyone to convince you to stop doing it.
ֹ ᮫ even when she wasn’t training, she’d lie beside you, letting you run your hands all over her muscles as you pleased. she never actually admitted it, but she really liked it. you noticed her wearing sleeveless shirts a lot more often, too.
ֹ ᮫ maybe she was enjoying this more than you were..
summary : After a stranger gets a little too friendly with you in the market, Toph decides to remind you—in the most physical way possible—exactly who you belong to.
note: english isn't my mother tongue, so please bear with me and excuse any mistakes !! I got way too excited writing this Toph fic and ended up finishing it before the Zuko one, but don’t worry—Zuko is definitely on the way! Hope you like it.
Toph Beifong wasn’t one to beat around the bush, but at that moment, her self-control was slipping through her fingers like dry sand. She stood a few feet away, arms crossed so tightly her knuckles were starting to turn white. Her feet, firmly planted on the ground, sent her a detailed map of the situation, and what she felt was driving her insane
She could feel the vibrations of your laughter—light and carefree—clashing with the rhythmic, syrupy tapping of the feet of the guy standing in front of you. The guy wasn’t just talking; he was leaning into you, invading your personal space with a confidence that made Toph want to bury him under two tons of solid rock. *How had you not noticed yet? Were you that dense?* She growled to herself, kicking a small stone in frustration.
She grit her teeth, and the ground beneath her feet vibrated with a dull echo—a small warning that her patience was running out. She couldn't stand another second of that sappy talk or your exasperating innocence. Without a second thought, she stepped forward, letting every stride resonate with deliberate heaviness. She stopped right by your side, completely ignoring the intruder, wrapped an arm around your waist, and pulled you against her with a roughness that allowed no rejection.
"We’re leaving" her voice came out cold and sharp, like a metal whip. "We have much more important things to do than listen to this bore trying to sound interesting"
"Hey, I don't think it's any of your busi—" the man started to say, but before he could finish, he felt a slight lift under his feet—not obvious, but enough to make him slip and hit the ground—followed by a menacing look from the taller girl. The man could only scramble away, shouting as he slipped and slid down the street
You looked confused at his sudden, nervous exit, but you didn't give it much thought after a few minutes; after all, you had someone more important behind you.
"Toph! Did you do something to make him run off like that?"
Toph let out a dry laugh, but there was no hint of humor in it. Instead of letting go, she tightened her grip on your waist, pinning you to her side so possessively you could feel her pulse through your clothes.
"Me? I didn't do anything. It's not my fault the guy was an idiot with no balance" She pulled you even closer, if that was even possible, forcing you to walk at her pace while her fingers dug firmly into your side. The ground stopped vibrating, but the heat radiating from her body and the tension in her jaw told you that even though the man was gone, the problem for you was far from over
"Toph, I’m serious" you insisted, trying to wiggle out of her grip without success. "He was just a nice guy asking for directions. You didn't have to trip him. Why the aggression? Or are you the official bodyguard for every person I speak to now?"
She didn't answer, but you felt her fingers stiffen against your waist. She kept walking with firm steps, ignoring you, which only made you want to push her buttons more
"Are you jealous? Is that it?" you blurted out with a defiant smirk. "Because if you are, you could just say it instead of causing trouble every time someone smiles at me"
Suddenly, with a sharp flick of her wrist, a small slab of stone rose from the ground right behind your heels, forcing you back into the shadows of a dead-end alley. Before you could regain your balance, Toph was already on top of you
There was no softness. She pinned you against the brick wall, and with a fluid movement of her hands, the metal bracers on her forearms seemed to hum. She didn't need to touch you for you to feel the weight of her presence; she loomed over you now, forcing you to tilt your head back to try and find her face.
"Say one more thing," she whispered, her hand on your waist sliding dangerously down toward your hip, pulling you so close there wasn't a millimeter of air between you. "Tell me again that I don't have a reason to be like this, and I swear this alley will be the last thing you remember tonight before I make you so dazed you won't even be able to pronounce my name."
Instead of falling silent under the pressure of her body, you let out a choked little laugh—a mix of nerves and defiance that echoed off the alley walls.
"Really, Toph?" you said, forcing a mocking tone as you looked at her tense face "Don't tell me the Great Earthbender is breaking down just because she can't control who I talk to. It’s pathetic"
The air in the alley became so heavy it felt like the oxygen had vanished, replaced by the scent of warm stone and the electricity radiating from Toph. She wasn't just angry anymore; she was hungry, and your mockery was the invitation she needed to stop holding back
"You want to see just how pathetic I can be?" she whispered against your lips, her voice reduced to a low growl that made your bones vibrate.
Without warning, Toph flexed a knee, wedging it firmly between your thighs and pressing upward, forcing you to arch your back against the stone wall. The gasp you let out was music to her ears; she felt your body’s immediate response—the way your pulse skyrocketed and how your hands, once defiant, now instinctively sought her shoulders so you wouldn't fall.
"Don't move" she ordered
Her hands went down with possessive urgency. One tangled in your hair, pulling just enough to expose your neck, while the other slid under your clothes, seeking direct contact with your skin. Her fingers were calloused, strong, and hot, creating a searing contrast with the chill of the alley
When her lips finally crashed against yours, it wasn't a soft kiss. It was a collision of teeth and tongue, a struggle for dominance that tasted like desperation. Toph kissed you as if she were reclaiming every inch of you, as if she wanted to brand your soul
Her lips left your mouth to trail a line of fire down your throat, leaving possessive nips right where your pulse hammered frantically. Toph let out a grunt of satisfaction as she felt you vibrate under her touch; to her, your body was a map of reactions she could read with absolute precision
"Say it" she demanded against your skin, her voice growing huskier as her hand under your clothes tightened around your waist, claiming every curve "Say you don't want anyone else. Say only my hands get to touch you like this"
She didn't wait for an answer. With a sharp, expert movement, her fingers slid toward the edge of your underwear, finding your center already slick and burning. The moan you let out was muffled by Toph’s chest as she pressed you harder against the wall, trapping you in an embrace of iron and desire
"I’m listening," she whispered, grazing you with firm, rhythmic pressure that made you see stars. "I can feel you melting for me, how your legs are shaking... There’s no one else in this alley, and no one else will ever get inside your head after this"
She slid a finger in slowly, enjoying the way your body curled around her, tightening and claiming her entry. Toph didn't need to see your face to know you were lost; she felt the moisture sliding down her hand and the way your fingers dug into her shoulders, desperately searching for something to hold onto as she unraveled you
"Look at me" she commanded, even though she couldn't see you. Her other hand returned to your jaw, forcing your face up while she began to move inside you with a possessive, deep cadence "Feel what I’m doing to you. Feel how the 'pathetic' Earthbender has you completely at her mercy"
Every thrust of her fingers was a declaration of ownership. Toph moved with the confidence of someone who knows the earth they tread, picking up the pace just as she felt you reaching the edge. The outside world, the directions, the guy from the market—it all vanished from your mind, replaced only by the friction of her skin
"Don't try to quiet it" she growled, capturing your moans with her mouth again as she added a second finger, stretching you with a firmness that made you arch your pelvis, seeking more "I want to hear you. I want everyone near this alley to know who you belong to"
Her movements became faster, more demanding. You could feel the tension coiled in her muscles, the vibration of the earth beneath your feet becoming a constant hum that matched the rhythm of her thrusts. Toph was using every one of her senses to devour you; she felt the heat of your blood flowing, the friction of your skin, and the slickness that now soaked her hand completely
Suddenly, she stopped for a second, right as you were on the edge of the abyss, leaving you panting and pleading in silence
"Say it" she whispered in your ear, her tongue tracing your earlobe before nipping it softly "Say whose you are"
"N-no... please Toph..." you managed to get out, your voice broken and trembling, with small tears of desperation pricking your eyes "I w-won't do it again... please just let me feel good..."
Toph let out a low growl, a vibration that seemed to rise from the depths of the earth beneath her feet. Seeing you crumble, hearing you plead in such a broken way, gave her a satisfaction no fight ever had
"Does it hurt that much to admit it?" she whispered, though her tone was no longer mocking, but one of feverish urgency "Dammit, you make it hard to stay back with that pretty little voice of yours"
She didn't wait for you to catch your breath. She pressed against you with renewed force, eliminating all space. Her fingers, slick and hot, returned to your center with a movement so deep and decisive it made you let out a muffled cry against her shoulder
"If you promise me you'll never let anyone else near you... if you promise me that only I can make you feel like this" she whispered against your neck, her mouth grazing your sensitive skin as she began to move with a ruthless rhythm "Then I'll give you everything you're asking for"
She picked up the pace, her fingers working in perfect sync with the pressure of her knee between your legs. Toph was using all her strength, all her will, to push you past the limit. She felt your walls betraying you, squeezing her, how your body arched seeking more of that contact that was driving you crazy.
"Say it while I make you feel good," she ordered, her voice becoming a dominant rumble as she felt your climax seconds away from exploding. "Say it!"
"I’m yours! Only yours, Toph!" you finally cried out, your shame crushed by the need for her not to stop
The moment the words left your mouth, Toph buried her fingers one last time with seismic force. The orgasm hit you with such violence that your legs gave out completely, and only Toph’s iron grip on your waist kept you from collapsing onto the alley floor
Toph let out a husky chuckle, feeling your body still wracked with small spasms of pleasure against hers. But she didn't let go. With a smugness you found insulting, she slid her hand out from your clothes and, without a shred of modesty, used it to tuck your hair back.
"Don't tell me you thought this was all" she mocked, her voice thick with lethal satisfaction as she felt your pulse trying to stabilize, leaning into your ear with a predatory smile "This was just to remind you of your place and so you don't think about mocking me again. We’re in a dirty alley and I have a reputation to uphold. But wait until we get home, I’ll leave you so dumb you won't even be able to say my name without stuttering"
With that promise sealed in the heavy air of the alley, Toph adjusted you in her arms, lifting you bridal style and making sure your face was hidden in the crook of her neck. Carrying you toward home, she made sure you knew: the night had only just begun
