yo i'm pauline, (24/sheher) and i like writing for toph beifong.
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𝄄ׅ before following: this is an 18+ mdni space for tloa: avatar fem!self insert fanfiction. a lot of these stories contain nsfw content, dark themes, and sensitive topics. please tread the warnings listed on each fic carefully before consuming.
⌞ the avatar can be reborn. but you can't, kyoshi.
i don't want to give you up to the next generation. i couldn't bear to lose you!⌝
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warnings: 18+ nsfw, g!p kuvira, dictator!kuvira, very meandom!kuvira, researcher!reader, heavy power play, manipulation, degradation, spanking, blowjob, humiliation, orgasm denial, improper use of metalbending.
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“you wouldn’t dare betray me, right?” kuvira asks a few minutes after she came into your shared room, as she metalbends the top of her uniform off, her back facing you. you’d been waiting for her in bed, leaning against the headboard and immersed in your book, when the question catches you off guard.
you quickly shut it, sitting up straighter when a brief panic seizes your heart at the low, assured tone of her voice. “n—no!” you clear your throat when the denial comes out all squeaky, “i mean.. of course not. you know i’d never betray you, kuvira.”
“is that so?” your girlfriend muses as she sifts through the closet, her buff arms flexing in the white tank top she was left in. “you completely, unconditionally support my plan to take over the earth kingdom? you don’t happen to have any objections, do you? some of my soldiers seem to be.. having mixed opinions as of late, you see. something about my plan being an unreasonable, ruthless dictatorship.”
your brows furrow in confusion, dread pooling in your gut while you watch her ditch her uniform’s pants for sweats. you shake your head adamantly, “no— i have no doubts. i fully support you in your rule, kuvira.”
“i would hope so.” she finally glances your way, and your heart flips at her small amused smile. she slowly walks over to you, her steps heavy while her finger swirls into taking off her metal wrist cuffs, “after all, you’re my obedient girlfriend. my most devout follower. you pledged your complete loyalty to me, didn’t you?”
she didn’t look mad, but you didn’t like where this conversation was going. if anything, her calm demeanor scared you more than when she barged in angry and exhausted; it felt like she was trying to pull something out of you, and you genuinely didn’t know what.
she cocks a demanding eyebrow at your long pause, and you realize you left her without an answer. you jolt up and nod (hard), stammering nervously, “yes, yes— of course. i’ll always be by your side, kuvira. you know that.”
she gives you a non-committal hum, then sits on the bed next to you to stare deep into your eyes, and your cheeks flush at the proximity.
her hands reach out to hold one of yours but you can’t help your slight flinch — random affection wasn’t a common occurrence with her.
she stares at you quietly, and it’s so intense it takes all your willpower not to break eye contact.
her eyes don’t leave yours for minutes, completely unblinking.
“so,” she finally speaks up, and you can feel how badly your hand trembles in her grasp. “you really have nothing to say about my plans? maybe, i don’t know, a little complaint? there has to be something. i am taking the entire kingdom by force, after all. surely, a sweet, kind girl like you must have a certain.. stance about my behavior.”
her widening smile isn’t good news; this was a trick question.
you take a deep breath and shake your head, “.. no, i do not. it is not my place to question you, great uniter. whatever you see fit must be for a good cause, so i believe in you.”
“good, i’m glad we got that straightened out.” she gives your hand a condescending pat before letting go of you, getting off the bed once again.
you let out a deep sigh of relief when she walks away from you, heading out towards the door, but her next words feel like an ice bucket poured over your head. “i simply asked because a little birdie happened to tell me you were seen around said soldiers and conversing with them about my “questionable” decisions.” she unhooks her belt from its hanging spot behind the door, casting you a cold stare over her shoulder, “and the birdie told me you didn’t look like you were disagreeing.”
at first, her words don’t even make sense to you. what the hell was she talking about? you never talked with— oh.
“oh no no no,” you quickly wave her off, breaking into a cold sweat when she approaches you again. you let out a nervous sorry excuse of a laugh, your hands lifted in shaky surrender, “oh god— haha, this is actually so silly. that was a total misunderstanding. i-i wasn’t cooperating with them at all, i swear kuvira! the truth is—”
“save it.” she snaps, her amusement gone and replaced with a stern glare that shuts you right up. “i’m already irritated, so think carefully. are you sure you want to lie to me?”
“.. p-please,” you plead anxiously, scooting over to the edge of the bed, looking up at her when she stops in front of you. “please hear me out. i promise it’s not what it looks like. i swear i wasn’t planning anything against— agh!”
you don’t see her hand move until you feel the harsh sting of the belt against your bare thigh, earning a pained yelp from you.
“i’m not interested in your excuses.” she states matter-of-factly, letting the leather softly caress the sore spot, the threat obvious from her level tone, “i’ll ask you questions, and you’ll reply with either a yes or a no. am i clear?”
you chew on your bottom lip to keep from crying already, her authority so suffocating. you nod slowly, “.. yes, kuvira.”
she silently stares down at you, hands still behind her back in her usual military stance. then, after what felt like an eternity, she sits back down next to you on the edge of the bed, her legs lazily spread. she pats her thigh, “you know the drill. over my lap.”
that sends an unpleasant shiver down your spine. you wished you didn’t know the drill.
you’re not left much choice though, her fingers curling up and you’re already shifting into position through no will of your own. she always had you wear silver jewelry, and while she disguised it as a sweet thoughtful gift (a lie you were gullible enough to believe), all she ever used it for was to easily manhandle you in whichever way she desired with her bending.
you let out a shaky exhale, your tummy pressed against her strong thighs, staring helplessly at the stupid flower motif of your sheets.
“so.” her crisp voice cuts through the air like a knife, immediately forcing you into intense focus. “first of all, are you aware that betrayal is the worst thing i ever expect from my troops?”
this was ridiculous. of course you knew that— you were her girlfriend! but arguing would not help your cause, so you simply swallow down your protests, “.. yes.”
“second question.” you shudder when you feel the belt flipped, the studded part softly rubbing against your ass. “you do know how i deal with traitors, don’t you? it’s not pretty.”
you want to cry. this was so unfair. you weren’t even a traitor, and you were given no chance to defend yourself. once more, you gulp thickly, “.. yes, i know.”
“good.” her other hand comes to ruffle your hair patronizingly, “we’ve established the basics. now, tell me, were you or were you not with those soldiers?”
you so desperately wanted to get up and look her in the face to explain it all; her questions were cornering you so unjustly, and she must know that. so why was she being so cruel?
you don’t feel the tears well up in your eyes until your answer comes out all sniffly, “y-yes, i was. but please, i literally—”
smack!
you cry out, eyes blowing wide open when the spikes meet soft flesh, clutching the sheets as a wail rips through your throat.
she merely clicks her tongue, unbothered. “don’t cry now, this is your fault. i said i wanted yes or no answers only. just obey and you won’t get hurt.” her hand pats the reddening spot, and she picks up where she left off like you weren’t a bawling mess. “now, you do admit you were with said soldiers. in their conversation, were they or were they not conspiring against me?”
at this point, accepting your fate was easier. these questions were unfairly framing you and there was nothing you could do about it.
you nod through tears, your whole body trembling with your sobs, “.. yes, they were.”
she hums, “and you agreed.”
“please,” you throw caution to the wind, unable to keep answering questions that were leading you straight to your execution. you tightly latch onto her legs, desperately crying and apologizing to hopefully stall her for a minute, “p—please, i know what it looks like, but i swear, i swear i would never betray you, great uniter! y—yes, i was with them, and i did hear them out, b-but that’s only because they stopped me and asked me to join their cause. i swear i said no, i swear, kuvira.”
your words came out all high-pitched and jumbled up, but you were just grateful and surprised no strike landed on you during your incoherent rambling. you couldn’t see her face like this, but maybe this was making her think. yes, maybe this could work.
you cling tighter to her thighs, head lowered further in submission, “i-i understand why you would be angry with me, i really do. but i swear to you, i was just going along with it to try and talk some sense into them. p-please, you have to believe me. please don’t kill me, kuvira. y-you know i would never betray you.”
you really, really wished you could see her face to at least gauge her reaction. while her silence was definitely better news than her beating, you still felt terribly uneasy.
“kill you?” she finally speaks up and your limbs abruptly tense up. you’re confused when her hand finds your head to gently pat it, “of course i’d never kill you, sweetheart. you’re my girlfriend, aren’t you? i’m not that heartless.”
you blink, puzzled. did the fear make you pass out and send you to an alternate universe?
“i suppose i believe you,” kuvira adds, and as lost as you were, relief floods your heart. see, she just needed to hear you out!
you wipe your tears, a small smile on your face as you start lifting yourself up from her lap, “thank you so much. i’m so glad you heard me ou— ouch!”
you gasp when she harshly grabs your hair, halting your movements, and she tilts her head down to stare at you with an amused, quizzical look. “someone’s certainly confident. who said i was done with you?”
you blink at her, speechless. “huh? didn’t you just—”
she cuts you off, “head down.”
you plop back down in defeat with a soft whimper, her hand roaming over your lower back. “i said i could believe you,” she gives your waist a mean pinch to hear you squeal. “i didn’t say anything about forgiving you yet.”
forgive you? for what???
you glance up at her needily over your shoulder, “b-but why?! i already told you i didn’t take part in any of that!”
she only raises her eyebrow, “are you yelling at me?”
“n-no,” you quickly backtrack, lowering your voice. “no, i’m sorry. i just don’t understand what i’m being punished for, please.”
she doesn’t even bother hiding her smug smirk, toying with a strand of your hair. “oh i’ll tell you why. remind me, what’s your job here?”
“i’m.. your main researcher.” you answer hesitantly, confused about how it mattered right now.
“exactly.” a sudden smack lands on the back of your thighs, making you jolt up and yelp in surprise, “you only belong in the laboratory and the bedroom. what business did you have outside with the other soldiers, hm?”
you frown, “.. huh? i was just walking around the— oww!!”
her strikes are slow and controlled, but the impact has tears filling the rim of your eyes again. “and did you ask for my permission to do that?”
what?! your mouth opened to ask when that rule was ever instated, but your lips are smacked shut when she picks up the belt again, giving it a whip against her palm.
if kuvira suddenly decided it was a rule, then so it was.
defeated once more, you mumble between sniffles, “.. no, i didn’t. i’m sorry.”
“good girl,” she gives a pleased pat to your backside, urging you off with a bounce of her leg. “get on your knees.”
you do just that, scrambling off her lap to kneel between her legs. you slowly look up at her and bite back a moan. her manspreading made the bulge evident, thick and outlined against the side of her thigh, your gaze trailed up over where her tank had slightly ridden up for a glimpse of her abs, to its tight straps on her buff shoulders, watching her lean back on her flexed arms. finally, you meet her eyes and you feel your pussy throb at the sight, her gaze arrogant and somewhat demeaning.
she smirks at the hitch of your breath, tilting her head, “enjoying yourself? strip.”
you blush and do so; you only had a shirt on anyway, so you were just left in your underwear in front of her.
“what are you waiting for?” she gives her erection a few shameless rubs through the fabric, “it’s not gonna take care of itself. get to work, slut.”
“y—yes mommy,” the title naturally slips out of your lips, to which she hums appreciatively. you shakily tug down her waistband, freeing her hard cock enough for it to slap! back against her abdomen, the view making your soaked cunt clench around nothing.
you reach out for the pillow next to her that you usually put under your knees (because a blow job with kuvira never ended early; you learnt that the hard way in your very first days), but she smacks your hand off it, and you retreat it with a pained whimper.
you look up at her, visibly upset and startled as you rub your poor hand.
she only scoffs, her glare so intimidating it made your knees wobble, “what? you think you deserve comfort with how you behaved today?” she fists herself, bringing her flushed tip to your parted lips. “you’re funny. now shut up and suck me off.”
when you take more than a second to comply, she huffs and slaps the fat tip against your cheek, smearing pre-cum over your face, then forces herself in the second you open your mouth to gasp.
you’re left no time to process it, grabbing her thighs as you choke on her cock, her large hand finding the back of your head and pushing you further in with no prior warning.
“fuck,” she grunts at the tight squeeze of your throat around her, while you claw at her legs for mercy. “you sound much better like this. choking on my dick, like you should always be.”
tears stream down your face, pitifully looking up at her, but the shared eye contact only makes her twitch in your mouth, her pace growing more feral, “take it, you beautiful whore.” she breathes out a moan at how wrecked you looked, only a few minutes in, “you can take it.”
the throat-fucking renders you completely numb, your knees marred and bruised from the direct, prolonged friction against the hard floor. you weren’t even doing anything anymore, she was the one bobbing your limp head up and down her cock, your tongue uselessly licking up the ridges, her grip so tight on your hair but the sting of your scalp paled in comparison to the abuse of your throat.
it didn’t help that your pussy ached for touch, folds puffy and swollen, your slick uselessly dripping down your thighs and onto the ground. but when you tried to reach for your needy clit, her free hand striked your stained cheek so hard you choked harder on her cock.
“stupid slut,” she hissed, a cry ripping through your stuffed throat at her tightened grip on your hair. “you’ve gotten too brave. remember your fucking place.”
with a flick of her wrist, she bends your silver bracelets into snug handcuffs, swiftly locking your hands behind your back.
you thrash uselessly against them, your knees as heavy as lead, her rhythm growing sloppier as she tips her head back, “fuck, s-so good.. i’m gonna come.”
the unmistakable throb inside your mouth confirms her words, and soon after, thick spurts of cum paint your warm throat white.
kuvira sighs, chest heaving, and pulls herself out, but not without a final slap against your tongue. “swallow.”
you try to swallow most of it, the texture wet and sticky against your sensitive throat, your eyes glazed and half-lidded, barely able to hold yourself up without collapsing to the ground.
with your sore jaw hanging open, some of her cum dribbles out of your lips and she immediately gives your head a rough nudge, snapping you out of your haze.
you dazedly look up at her, and she points at the droplets that dripped down onto your chest or spasming thighs, irritated, “doesn’t look like swallowing to me.”
if you had any more tears left in you, you would have cried at the sheer humiliation, but she’d already finished up your stock and bullied your mouth shut into never denying her again, and so you gather up the few remains, shamefully bringing them to your swollen lips and licking them clean.
“good girl.” her hand finds your head again, and you flinch back like a dog at the motion, but she only gives you a gentle pat.
“can’t..” you whisper, your voice hoarse and cracked. “c-can’t move.”
your knees were locked in place from how long you were kept in such an uncomfortable position, your legs cramping so painfully you couldn’t budge a millimeter.
she takes a strand of your once pretty hair — now disheveled with some of it left in her hands from her rough pulling — and twirls it, “you do know why i had to punish you, right? i have no guarantee that you weren’t conspiring against me or planning to. and the evidence pointed towards it. you may be my girlfriend, but i’m the earth kingdom’s future ruler. i must deliver justice, don’t hold it against me.”
you rest your forehead against her knee, too tired and sulky to reply to her. she sighs at your silence, petting you like a puppy on the street, “i can’t afford to have traitors in my ranks, especially someone as important as you. you understand that, don’t you baby?”
if you weren’t scared of her, you would’ve scoffed at that. of course, always the roughest punishment and the same flimsy excuse of “having to do it” afterwards to butter you up.
kuvira lifts you up onto the bed, laying you down, and a bemused smile tugs at her lips when her eyes drift down to your sopping wet cunt.
she leans down to kiss your cheek — the one that still burned with the mark of her handprint — cupping your pussy tauntingly, forcing a needy whimper out of your lips.
“maybe next time.” she pats it before leaving you with a peck on the forehead, your hands still cuffed. she tuts at your whiny begging, “nope. no can do. bad girls don’t get orgasms, go to sleep.”
and with that, she rolls over to her side of the bed, your crying lulling her to sleep as you’re left tied and pent up.
you’re never leaving that lab again.
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* ugh kuvira breed meeeuhhhh.. again too lazy to proofread
jealous type adult! gaang x f!reader
⤷ how i think the gaang would react when they're jealous over you
warnings: possessive behavior, some of them are petty. some of them are immature. but hey, they're jealous, okay? avatar masterlist ⋆˙⟡
ladies first !
katara ~ a very jealous and possessive woman, but she does a great job at hiding it behind the surface. if she feels threatened in any way, she'll throw herself into the situation and make herself known. "hi! i'm her girlfriend!" she'd wedge herself between you and whoever she saw as the threat, grabbing the person's hand and giving it an enthusiastic shake, though behind her blue eyes she's wishing nothing but their death. "well, actually, soon-to-be wife, so~"
toph ~ she's a proud woman, and she's confident you wouldn't do a thing to threaten your relationship with her. it's not often she gets riled up, but boyyyy, if you make her jealous, she's going to make your day—and the person who tried to hit on you's—hell. she'd quickly earthbend a pebble right at the kid's face. and when you tell her to behave, she'd roll her eyes and say, "i am behaving. it's you who isn't."
andddd now for the men.
sokka ~ jealous 24/7 highkey. he's the type of guy who'd spy on you and the person you're talking to. he'd try to subtly hide behind a tree, poking his head out to watch you. or he'd try to hide behind a book—it's upside down, btw—to see what you're doing. "i can't believe it," he'd mutter to his friend zuko, who isn't paying attention at all. "that guy's got nothing on me. he doesn't even look cool."
aang ~ lover boy aang. oh, he's so patient and so kind. he very, very rarely gets jealous. but when he does, he's such a big grump. pouting, brows furrowed, arms crossed, lip caught between his teeth in frustration. he'll try to hold onto his patience for as long as he can, but when he snaps, he'll grab your arm and gently pry you away from the person. "alright, that's enough. you've already had your fun with her. it's my turn."
zuko ~ there's a reason people edit him to this song. he swears he's not the jealous type, but he's literally the most jealous man you've ever met. over the littlest things, too. like if someone looks at you for too long or compliments your dress or your hair. he'll even use his social standing to his advantage just to get what he wants. "as your fire lord, i command you to never make eye contact with my wife again!" it's unreasonable, and he knows it, but fuck. he can't help it.
+ bonus!
a poly relationship with the whole gaang!
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i'd imagine sokka would be the messenger. he sees you alone, getting hit on by some random guy, and he's the first to relay it to the rest of the group.
they all come in, surrounding you, their eyes piercing the poor guy. the greatest earthbender. the fire lord. the avatar. the master waterbender. the chieftain of the southern water tribe. all standing right behind you like they own you. the poor guy doesn't even stand a chance.
"is something the matter?" you ask the guy, completely oblivious to the daggers your lovers are glaring into him right behind you.
"u-um... nothing!! forget i said anything!!!"
zuko was the fire lord. a man honed to be entrusted with an entire nation. a man who not only had the ability to lead adequately, but also to speak adequately.
it was rare to get the fire lord into a weak, stuttering mess, but you could do it with just a quick, sultry word or a simple clench of your body.
"fuck," zuko cursed, long strands of black hair falling over his face as he hooked your legs over his shoulders.
he was fucking you so thoroughly, so deep, making sure you felt every agonizing inch. he made sure his cock kissed your cervix with every creak of the large bed in the center of his chambers.
"that's it—my sweet wife," he rasped, his face twisted in sheer pleasure. "gonna fill you up real good. fill you up deep with fire lord seed."
your eyes rolled back in pleasure, toes curling over his shoulders. he always had such a way with words.
"god—zuko!"
"yes, that's it," he breathed. "cry for me, wife. let me hear—"
he choked on his own breath as you suddenly tightened around him, a small, needy whimper breaking from your throat.
"l-let me—fuck, i mean—y-you're so—" zuko scrambled to find his words, his face burning with crimson that had nothing to do with his firebending.
he tried to push back into you, but his hips were moving just as messily as his tongue tripped over itself.
"i'm going to—we're—d-don't look at me like that."
he was embarassed.
the great fire lord, commander of armies and ruler of a global empire, was currently stuck suspended over you, trembling and stuttering like the awkward man you knew before and loved.
"zuzu?"
"i—i am commanding you to—to ignore that," he stuttered again, his voice cracking as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.
this was going to be a long night for the poor fire lord.
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Toph hated to admit it, but not having you near was suffocating. She's clingy, she's needy, she's affectionate—all for you. Her affection was never limited to just casual punches and smacks. Unlike the friendly affection she showed the rest of the team, you always received more than that.
Quite frankly, during the early days from when you joined the team after the war, she'd give you "casual" pats in the cheek. But of course, it was never anything more than platonic. At least—that's what she wanted to believe. Toph told herself that it was a newfound form of affection, and somehow you were always on the receiving end of it.
That wasn't true, of course.
Toph used it as an excuse to study your face. She couldn't see you. Aside from her seismic vision, Toph wanted more than just to feel your presence. She longed to see your eyes, your nose, your lips. Toph wanted to see your crooked smile the most. That same smile you showed when you were flustered. In fact, that was the main reason as to why Toph could never stop teasing you.
She wanted to feel just how much she can make your heart beat. It was always fast, ragged, and almost heaving. So whenever there was an opportunity, she'd take it.
At first, you thought she was being mean on purpose. In fact, her mockery and teasing drove you nuts every single day. You were never fond of her company. She was rude, mean, arrogant, and—and painfully beautiful. Spirits! You couldn't help it, okay?!
Despite her enraging personality, you just couldn't help but feel attracted to her. You still avoided her presence, of course. But when she gave you those teasing cheek pats, you couldn't help but restrain yourself from kissing her square on those, annoying, stupid, and sarcastic lips.
One day, however, she managed to cross a line that's been teetering for a while now. And surprisingly, your patience had been challenged last night by none other than Toph herself.
It started of as a normal evening by the camp fire, and yes, even after the war everyone agreed that there was nothing more cozy than sitting down, and babbling none stop till your chest started to hurt from laughing too much.
Zuko had invited everyone in Ember Island, a quiet retrieve after having visited Gaoling the previous day. Toph had initiated the visit. She told you guys that she was back for her stuff, to visit the Boulder, and to take in the hometown she had long left behind.
But you all knew it was more than that. Toph wanted to meet with her mother with the silent hope that maybe, she wanted her daughter back.
This daughter. The strong and independent Toph who never wavered at the size of her enemy.
But the sour look on her face that afternoon suggested a different story.
Back at the campfire. At first, everything was perfectly normal. If you counted Toph's grim expression as normal, of course.
You tried to overlook the tension that emitted from her stance. She didn't want to sit, only having leaned against a tree, away from everyone else.
You took a step towards her, acting as though it was a casual gesture. Totally not because you were worried.
"You're acting weird."
She scoffed at your direction. "I'm the one acting weird? Really, princess?"
"What are you trying to suggest, Toph?"
She shook her head, trying to dodge your glare as she played everything off as cool.
What was wrong with her? Why is it suddenly your fault that she's acting so pissy? It's not like you were her close-minded mother who rejected her presence in Gaoling. The longer you looked at that grumpy expression, the more agitated you grew.
Why did it suddenly feel like you were at fault?
She spared a glance towards the team, her face now illuminated by the weak glow from the fire.
"You really are stupid," she muttered.
None of it was amusing. You wanted nothing more than to smack that smug expression on her face. What was so funny in making these mean comments? You couldn't understand her. Quite frankly, you didn't want to.
"Yesterday," She whispered.
"Do you like Sokka?"
The question was sudden. You tensed in your spot, now all the more confuse. Sure. You probably spent too much time yesterday with Sokka. What's the big deal? And why did you suddenly feel so guilty about it?
You stuttered. "As a friend, or—"
"You know exactly what I'm talking about."
You shook your head. No. You've never really acknowledged Sokka as a romantic partner. He was just a friend. A close friend to you like Toph was—right?
"No. I don't like him like that." You shrugged.
A smirk tugged at Toph's lips. You sounded so meek, so quiet.
"Good."
Silence soon dragged between you two. It wasn't the deafening type, in fact, both of you were quite relieved.
She was no longer frowning, and that alone made you feel at ease. Looking back, you never realized just how silly it all was. How you got so grumpy so easily. Small jabs from her earned an upset frown from you.
"Join me tomorrow…" Toph had decided to break the silence. "New diner opened last week… you like those places, right?"
Right. That new bistro near town, currently famous for young couples this February. It was an incredibly sappy spot.
"Flamin Hot!" Aang had described. He and Katara were invited during its opening. Along with Mai and Zuko, it was a fun time, apparently.
Toph sighed, finally leaning closer to pat you once again on the cheek.
You perked up, meeting those white eyes with intense focus.
"Don't make me beg—you know I will."
"Sure."
Maybe a simple dinner with her wasn't the worst idea. It could be fun.
𓏲ּ𝄢 wrapper is wrinkled but the candy is still sweet .ᐟ
╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ 18+ nsfw, fluff, modern au, older toph, younger reader (not that young because I'm not a weirdo!), age gap, mommy kink, praise, nipple play, oral, dom!toph, black coded reader (anyone can enjoy, of course!), finger sucking, strap usage (referred to as a dick) ─ basically filth and cute stuff wrapped into one big present
╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ synopsis: headcanons of big mama toph and her wife ─ art by osteoueso on twitter
wc: 1k (˵◝ ⩊ ◜˵マ
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: loves spoiling her beautiful girl. anything you want, she'll give it to you, no questions. you want a few hundred dollars to go to the mall? she'll let you take her card! you've been eyeing some new shoes recently? you can get them in every color! want a new set of acrylic nails? you're already heading to the nearest salon. there's food at an expensive restaurant that you've been dying to try? reservation immediately booked.
all you have to do is say the word and it's yours. as long as you're good for her, of course .ᐟ
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: who is so strict, especially when it's time to go to bed. you wouldn't describe yourself as a night owl, but some days you just can't sleep and decide to stay up and watch tv in the living room to not wake your wife up. yeah...not the best choice
when she hears the tv, she walks out the bedroom and finds you sitting peacefully on the couch. then, without warning, her strong arms lift you up and throws you over her shoulder.
"what the- baby! what are you doing?!" you exclaim, lightly smacking her back in protest while kicking your legs. she slaps your ass as she starts walking back to the room. "cut all of that out" her voice is groggy and slighty irritated. you did interrupt her sleep after all, "what did I tell you about staying up late?"
"but i can't sleep" you whine. she lays you on the bed and wraps her beefy arms around you, locking you against her chest. "well, try." she mutters, already falling back to sleep
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: tells you to model for her whenever she buys you new clothes. at first this confused you, I mean she can't see so what's the point? however, that's the thing—she doesn't need to see how you look, she can just feel instead.
for example: one day she bought you the cutest pink baby tee, but when you looked in the mirror to see how it fit, it looked a bit too tight. "hmm...i don't know if this is the right size, tophie. i think it looks weird" you turn to her as she sits on the edge of the bed.
"really? lemme see" she walks up behind you. "what do you mean-hmph!" your words are cut off when her hands starts squeezing your chest over your shirt, fingers rubbing and twisting your nipples.
you let out soft moans, thighs squeezing together and shaking a bit. but the sensation stops not long after it began. her hands travel down to your waist, "looks good to me, sweetheart" she murmurs in your ear, nibbling on it. "girl-get off me!" you squeak, face warm as hell itself
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: who's only gotten beefier and sexier with age, which makes you absolutely drool. yes, she's noticed. and yes, she loves teasing you about it. whenever she's working out, you can't help but go from yapping to silently staring, eyes focused on her arm muscles rippling with each curl of her biceps, abs glistening with sweat, toned, thick thighs flexing with every move.
god, if someone walked past they'd think you're a puppy waiting for it's treat
"you like what you see? she asks, tilting her head, already knowing the answer. her question snaps you back to reality. steam might as well come out of your ears with how hot your face was. "no! i-i mean, yes!" you stumble. she chuckles, "i know you do, baby"
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: (wo)manhandles you into any position she wants when she's fucking you, her favorite being mating press. you'd think with her age, stamina would be something of the past, but that's completely wrong in her case.
her large hands push your thighs so far back, tits squished as her dick pounds into you at a relentless pace. the squelching sounds of your pussy and the needy cries you let out only makes her fuck you harder
“doing such a good job for me, babygirl” she’ll praise
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: uses you when she needs to de-stress after a long day of work. one minute you’re greeting her at the door like usual. the next, you’re completely naked while sitting on your heels, hands squeezing on toph’s bare thighs as your face is being shoved into her sopping wet pussy.
your tongue explores and swipes all over her folds, then all over her big, swollen clit, so greedy her juices. one of her hands grip the back of your bonnet, the other reaches down and spreads herself wider for you to indulge in her deeper “hah— that’s it. fucking hungry for mommy’s pussy, aren't you? you like how I taste that much, hm?”
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: washes your locs whenever it’s wash day! sure, she doesn’t have the slightest clue on how to twist them afterwards but she’ll listen closely to your instructions when you’re teaching her how to. after all, her pretty girl shouldn’t be doing all the work when she’s right there
your head rests on her thighs as she twists, the combination of her soft hands and calming music playing in the back almost has you falling asleep
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: shoves her thick fingers in your mouth whenever you talk back to her. your eyes flutter as you start sucking, holding her wrist to focus. she smiles, her free hand reaching for your head to gently massage your scalp. “my baby just wanted her mouth a little full, didn’t she?” she shoves them deeper. you gag a little as you lazily nod, brain already turning to mush
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: uses the biggest straps on you because she loves stretching you out and hearing the sounds you make. she’ll have your face smushed into the pillows while she gives you the nastiest back shots imaginable
you try so hard to be good for her but the pleasure becomes too much. you reach your hand back and press it against her abs, trying to push her away. “m-mommy please. it’s too biggg” you mewl. one of her hands smacks your brown ass, the other snatching both of yours and putting them behind your back.
“no more whining. you’ve taken bigger baby, you can handle it”
content: 18+ nsfw, fluff & smut, book author!reader, switch!reader if you squint, making out, cunnilingus (reader receiving).
summary: you’re quite surprised at your girlfriend’s sudden interest in writing knowing she’s never held a pen before. you decide to help her.. but she clearly has something else in mind.
drabble based on this req; slumber party by ashnikko !
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it was a completely innocent question, and you could have never predicted where it’d land you minutes later.
“can you teach me how to write?”
spilled ink and half-filled papers littered your work desk, while some lay crumpled and balled up by your feet. you tapped the end of your pen against the hard wood incessantly, your other hand clutching the side of your head, glaring at the few lines you just wrote. you’d been brainstorming ideas for your next book for the past two hours now, but none of them hit the spot just yet.
you sighed, leaning back on your chair as you rubbed and smoothed down your furrowed eyebrows.
two familiar beefy arms gently wrapped around your neck from behind, your girlfriend’s chin resting on the top of your head.
“ah, toph. it’s you.” you smiled, caressing her forearms and pressing a gentle kiss on them.
“writer’s block again, or whatever you call it?” she asked, feeling up the wads of paper on the floor with her toes.
you nodded, exasperated. “it’s terrible.. whenever i think ‘wow, yes! this idea is definitely it!’ i end up finding trouble inserting it into a decent plotline with good development.. i can’t even come up with a good starting paragraph!”
toph hummed, nuzzling your hair, “i have no idea what you just said, but that sounds cool.”
you chuckled, rolling your eyes fondly, “it’s anything but cool, tophie.”
“say,” her arms slightly flex around the delicate skin of your neck, “can you teach me how to write?”
that piques your attention. you glance up at her, curious, “you want to learn how to write?”
“if it’s not too much trouble.” she quickly adds, and you almost melt at the sweetness. you pat her forearms, “slide a chair closer.”
she lets go of you to do just that, reaching for the extra chair you always keep in the corner of your room, dragging it to the desk.
she sits by your side, and you allow yourself to stare for a minute. she was only in a tight tank top and shorts, her glorious muscles in full display for your feasting eyes. her dark hair was loosely brushed back in a low pony, porcelain skin marred with a few bruises from her last sparring match.
what a catch. you high-five yourself in your mind.
she scoots closer, and you set your daydreaming aside to grab an empty paper.
“mhm..” you scratch your head with your pen, thinking. “well, i’m not sure where to start. maybe the basics? we could start with the alphabet?”
she scoffs, “that’s boring. i wanna write proper words.”
“well, you need the alphabet to do that, toph.”
“make me write words!!”
you were already regretting agreeing to this. she was worse than a toddler.
you sigh, “how about we first write all the letters, then we can make words with—”
“no,” she reaches for your hand, taking the pen for herself. “hmm.. show me how to write my name.”
you glare at her, but you know better than to argue with your stubborn excuse of a girlfriend.
“fine then.” you sigh in defeat, holding her hand tightly along with the pen in her grip. “follow my lead.”
she nods, and you start with your instructions.
“first,” you move her hand with yours, “we dip the pen in ink, like this. then we tap it against the edge to remove the excess ink, so we don’t get blots on our paper. a very important rule is that it’s never dry. remember, dry equals bad. the tip must always be wet.”
she snickers, “like you.”
you give her a deadpan look, “why are you like this?”
“okay okay, yes.” she sits up straight, dipping it in the ink bowl and tapping it, then bringing it to hover over the sheet. “like this?”
“good girl. now, carefully feel my strokes,” you shift her hand with yours, drawing out the letters as she commits them to memory. “t-o-p-h.”
“so that’s my name,” she hums, bringing the pen to dip it again, “let me try it alone this time.”
you nod, and you watch her almost accurately write the same letters again.
“wow, impressive.” you kiss her cheek, looking down at what she wrote. “the letters are on point. your only problem is.. your spacing.”
“mhm? what about it?” she asks, gazing down at you.
“well..” you stare at the sheet of paper. “they’re kind of.. all on top of each other. but that’s fine, we can work on that.”
she shrugs, “it’s fine. i don’t mind them being on top of each other.”
your brow raises in confusion, but before you can question your weird girlfriend, she interrupts you with another request. “now, teach me how to write your name.”
you blink, spotting the eager glint in her eyes, then you chuckle. “my name? sure. are you really sure you don’t want to learn the alphabet first?”
“duh,” she rolls her eyes like you just asked the dumbest question in the world. “now show me.”
and once again, your lithe fingers find hers, teaching her the gentle strokes of your name.
when you let her do it alone on her second attempt, she repeats the same mistake of stacking all the letters on top of each other.
she says it’s not a mistake, though.
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“mhh— tophh..” you mewl against her lips, your floor a mess of paper and ink when your girlfriend suddenly sweeped it all off your desk, deciding to do you instead of her homework.
her thumbs press and rub on your peaked nipples, swallowing all your moans with saliva-wet kisses, the sheer force of them keeping your head pinned against the wall behind you.
her hands squeeze your tits, sliding up and down the curve of your waist, grabbing at whatever flesh she could.
she licked the saliva that dribbled off your lips, tonguing it back into your mouth as her hand finally slid down to cup your clothed pussy.
you kiss her harder, desperately sucking on her tongue while her fingers graze your soaked folds through your panties. you buck your hips against her hand, and you whine when she leaves your swollen lips with a wet pop.
“shh..” she presses a hot kiss to your neck, “i’ll take care of you.”
one thing you loved about toph is that she never kept you waiting.
it took less than ten seconds for your legs to be spread wide open and hiked up on her shoulders, her hands finding the fat of your backside to pull you closer, bringing your aching cunt to her needy mouth.
she catches the panties between her teeth, tugging them to the side, her fingers refusing to leave the nice swell of your ass.
your eyes cross and roll to the back of your head when her tongue finally finds your leaking pussy, licking a big languid stripe right across the center.
you uselessly thrash in her grasp, tears already welling up in your eyes, the desk clattering with your movement while her unrelenting grip tightens around your thighs. the pace of her feverished eating increases and so does the pitch of your screams.
“toph— oh! oh my god!” you moan, glassy-eyed, her tongue swirling in oddly familiar patterns you couldn’t quite place.
“rule one,” she grins against your swollen pussy lips, “dry equals bad, must always be wet. done.”
before you can even register her words in your pleasure-addled haze, fast strong strokes are licked across your folds and your back almost breaks from the unnatural arch it snaps into.
“oh my fuck! toph!!” you cry out, writhing uncontrollably as you finally make out the pattern she was following.
fucking hell— she was spelling your name out with her tongue!
“mhhm,” a low chuckle rumbles through her throat, the vibrations only making your thighs spasm harder around her head. “see? i told you i didn’t need any spacing.”
her tongue laps at your puffy clit in harsh flicks, and your vision flashes white.
“t-o,” she continues sucking and licking through your orgasm, using the fresh gush of your slick to coat your folds even better, “p-h. toph. that’s who this pussy belongs to.”
her effortless eroticism is almost enough to have you cum again immediately.
weak whimpers slip out of your lips, your hand finding her head to push it off your overly sensitive cunt. she grins, pressing one last deceptively sweet kiss to your swollen bud before mercifully pulling away.
she lifts herself up to capture your quivering lips into a slower kiss you easily accept, tasting yourself on her tongue.
“did i do good?” she asks, and the knowing smirk on her face is answer enough to her own question.
you wipe the remaining tears off your face, wrapping your arms around her. “.. you’re so filthy.”
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I know you haven't written for Lin Beifong, but I just wanted to know if you think she is someone who would crave affection/a romantic relationship? Given how lonely she's been, I can easily picture her as someone who'd long for this kind of connection, but I'd love to know if I'm interpreting her character right! 🥺
oh yes. similar to her mother, she's got a tough shell that's hard to break. but once you finally crack it, she shows a side so soft that it'd probably worry most people.
lin beifong, deep down, is the type of woman who craves love even though she doesn't realize it nor show it. so when she falls, she'll fall hard. she'd be nurturing but also stern (bc that's how toph showed her love growing up). she might've picked up bad habits from her mother, but because she refuses to copy the way toph cared, she'll try to be everything she yearned for when she was a child for you
yo i'm pauline, (24/sheher) and i like writing for toph beifong.
nothing about this account is honorable
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⌞ the avatar can be reborn. but you can't, kyoshi.
i don't want to give you up to the next generation. i couldn't bear to lose you!⌝
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｡𖦹°‧ toph beifong who holds onto you when she's swimming
you always had a blast swimming with the gaang, but toph felt like she was in hell.
her arms were wrapped tight around your shoulders for support, and her legs were wrapped firmly around your waist. thanks to the lack of gravity underwater, you were able to carry her easily on your back as you trudged through the water.
though, toph had her complaints. like always.
“hey! be careful where you’re going. don’t—don’t go too deep, okay!?” toph tried to sound tough, but she couldn’t, especially since she was clinging to you from behind like a koala bear.
“don’t worry, tophie. i won’t go too deep,” you reassured with a gentle laugh.
“you better not, because i can’t protect you if—hey! you’re going even deeper! agh, you’re such a liar!”
despite her protests, she had no choice but to cling to you even tighter in a panic, causing you to stumble a little in the water.
“haha! look at toph! the greatest earthbender in the world who can’t even swim!” sokka barked a laugh, pointing at her.
you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing. you should’ve felt bad about sokka’s teasing. with toph being blind and all, she had difficulties when it came to large bodies of water. but that didn’t mean she wanted to miss out on the fun.
and plus…
“hey!” toph pointed a finger in the general direction of sokka’s voice, though she missed him entirely. “you better shut your trap, ponytail! once i get outta here, i’m going to make you eat rocks!”
she was perfectly capable of handling her own—shit talking wise for right now, at least.
still clinging to you, toph pointed in another direction so roughly that you nearly stumbled back.
“and you better wipe that grin off your face too, zuko!”
zuko’s frown deepened. “i wasn’t even smiling.”
your arms tightened around her legs to steady her. “toph, honey, stop flopping around—or else i’ll drop you and we’ll both drown—”
a cute squeal broke from toph’s lips—one she didn’t make often, and one you typically only ever heard when she was with you. alone.
“okay, okay! fine!” toph clung tighter, pressing her face into the back of your wet hair. “i’ll be good now, so you better not let me drown.”
older toph with greying streaks in her hair and slight crows feet around her eyes and faint smile lines around her lips. who's only gotten bulkier with age due to her unending training and work in the police force. she's also gotten meaner, if that's possible, and you're a little ashamed to say that you like that.
with how she pulls your hair to her cunt and grinds against your face, uncaring about your whimpers and gasps for air. but you're so eager to please her, lapping up her slick with a hungry desperation that makes toph laugh through her moans.
she'll fuck you on her metal strap until you're so far overstimulated that you can't talk. that all you can do is convulse violently as she pounds another orgasm out of you, drawing weak squeaks from your sore throat when that pleasure-pain crests into something absolutely devastating. you sob loudly, trembling hands barely able to push at toph's stomach in hopes that she'll let up. but toph never lets up because she loves seeing you drooling, crying and wrecked beyond reason.
and she never fears that you'll grow bored of her, that you'll find someone younger and better. because she sees the way you look at her with heart-shaped pupils and how fiercely you cling to her. she knows that no one else will ever satisfy you the way she does.
and if that's what helps her sleep at night then that's between her and her thoughts.
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author’s note: i’ve been thinking about gun play with police chief toph for ages.. just had to get it out of my system. enjoy, freaks! sort of a smutty sequel to this.
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you waited patiently by the door of toph’s office, holding a basket of food once again; a habit that formed over the amount of nights your wife had to stay at work for absurdly long hours. you figured the least you could do to help was bring her dinner or sometimes even stay by her side as she worked.
tonight didn’t really seem like one of those nights — her screaming managed to reach your ears even through the thick metal door, though muffled so you couldn’t really tell what she was mad about; but it didn’t take a genius to know someone had pissed her off again.
you sighed. angry toph meant no sitting on her lap and pressing sweet kisses to her neck as she sifted through reports that she had you read for her sometimes.. and of course ending up bent over her desk.
you even wore the lacy set she liked. so unfair.
the sound of the knob twisting snaps you back to reality, making you stand up straight. you bow shyly to the exiting figures, tired officers walking off with their tail between their legs.
judging from their downcast eyes, that was one hell of a scolding.
you peek inside, spotting your wife pacing around her desk with her hands over her head. a string of curses escapes her lips before her hands slam down on the hardwood, causing you to jump.
she plops down on her chair with a loud grunt, tipping her head back.
you swallow and give the open door a shy knock, fingers already sweaty around the handle of your basket.
“what?” she snaps, glaring your way. “who is it now? what the hell do you want? did you forget another fucking document?”
her yelling startles you, earning a small gasp from you, and her shoulders immediately sag at the sound. “oh.” she wipes her hands over her tired face, “it’s you. i’m sorry, sweetheart. i thought one of them came back.”
“ah— no, i understand.” you wave off her apology, nervously walking over to where she was seated. “um,” you set the dinner down on her desk, gaze roving over her tense features. “i.. i made your favourite.”
she only sighs, rubbing her eyes. “thank you.”
“.. you’re welcome,” you mumble, an awkward silence setting in right after. she must be really pissed — toph was usually more grateful for your visiting her so late at night, much less bringing her food. but right now, it felt like your very presence wasn’t that welcome.
your feet were beginning to cramp from how long you were standing, shifting your weight uncomfortably.
“..toph? honey?” you muster up enough courage to finally speak, while her eyes remained shut in frustration. “should i.. leave?”
“no.” the reply is quick, and so is her sitting up. she reaches for your wrist across the table, pulling you over to stand between her legs.
she exhales through her nose, feeling up your hips. “sorry, sweetheart. today’s been one hell of a fucking day. made me wanna reach for my gun and shove it in my eye socket.”
you hum, fingers tracing circles on her cheeks. “i don’t think that’s a very healthy solution.”
“yeah?” she pulls you down to straddle one of her thighs, a small smirk finally tugging at her lips. “baby wants me to stay with her?”
you smile shyly, pressing a soft kiss to her nose. “yeah. i need you, tophie.”
“careful with that,” she gives her leg a bounce, making you jolt and let out an involuntary whimper at the sensation.
her buff arms wrap around your waist, pulling your body flush against hers as her voice lowers down to a sultry whisper. “that sentence’s always trouble.”
“i didn’t even mean it that way, pervert.” you pout, but your breath hitches when warm lips find your neck.
soft moans slip out of your mouth, tilting your head back to give her more free canvas. you feel her grin against your kiss-littered skin, “you sure about that?”
you don’t get a chance to reply, her rough hands sliding under your shirt to find your already hardened nipples.
“so worked up from a few touches,” she teases, reveling in your pathetic mewls and the drag of your shamefully soaked cunt against her clothed thigh. “you’re too easy.”
“you’re too tense,” you breathe out, your hips rolling needily over her strong leg, her calloused fingertips working your sensitive tits. “mmfgh,” you crash your lips against hers into a heated kiss, her body tensing even further under you. “let me help, tophie.”
“oh don’t say that,” she practically growls, nipping harshly at your bottom lip. “never say that.”
“why?” you whine into her mouth, grinding even harder. “i want to help you.”
she scoffs, “don’t say that when i’m this mad. you can’t handle it.”
“yes i can,” you huff — well, it’s more a moan than a huff really —, trying to compose yourself enough to speak. “mhh.. you should let off some steam with me, tophie.”
she groans, coaxing a garbled scream out of you with a mean twist of your nipples. “big words for such a weak girl.”
“no! aahh— mngh,” you mewl when one of her hands ditches your chest to find the swell of your ass, grabbing and squeezing the fat. “i—i can handle it. please.”
she rasps a laugh, feeling you arch up against her hand. “can you, really?”
you nod, your mouth shut to prevent drool from dribbling out of your lips at the delicious friction of her pant against your clit.
though it’s quickly forced open into a surprised gasp when a harsh strike suddenly lands on your ass cheek.
she wastes no time in easily manhandling you and flipping you around, her two hands now down to the back of your thighs as your back meets her chest. you feel her hot breath nip at your ear, “let’s see how much you can take before you crack, angel.”
“oh— oh my god,” are the last coherent words that leave your mouth before your thighs are hiked up over the arm rests, spread wide open for her nimble fingers to lift up your mini skirt and tug your panties to the side.
her chest rumbles with laughter against your back, “you’re this wet just from humping my leg? what are you, a bitch in heat?”
you’d have loved to answer if she didn’t immediately plunge two fingers knuckle-deep into you right off the bat, her other hand quickly slapping over your mouth to muffle your startled scream.
“shh baby,” she coos into your ear, smiling at the feel of your tears streaming down your cheeks to reach her hand. “we don’t want the others to hear you, hm? you left the door unlocked after all. really, really wouldn’t want anyone coming in.”
her digits pump in and out of you greedily, the filthy squelches more than loud enough to make up for your stifled noises. you’d in fact left the door open behind you, and now you couldn’t rip your eyes off it, terrified of someone passing by.
but oh, who could actually focus on that when such thick fingers were scissoring them open?
you lick and bite at her hand on your mouth, trying to pry it off so you could inhale more air, your poor nose not enough anymore to sustain you throughout this delicious finger-fucking.
she clicks her tongue, annoyed at your stupid attempts, finally taking her now moist hand off your mouth. “can’t behave, can you?”
you pant, chest heaving, sucking in sharp breaths that were knocked out of your lungs just as quickly at every curl of her strong fingers against your g-spot.
“oh toph!” your eyes roll back, thighs spasming against the chair when she bullies a third finger in. “oh— oh god. fuck!”
“so loud.” she tuts, picking up the pace in spite of her scolding. “you’re worsening my headache.”
your earlier worries were completely flung out the window, shamelessly moaning and arching your hips up to meet with every thrust of her skilled fingers, garbled praise and curses leaving your quivering lips.
through your daze, you hear an awfully familiar metallic click! , and before you try to pinpoint what it was, she kindly indulges your curiosity the next second, the tip of a gun pushing through your parted lips.
you squeal through the gradually shrinking gaps, “n—no! wait, toph, i think it’s loaded— mmph!!”
the metal stretches out your mouth, cutting off every other potential noise. she grins, pressing a taunting kiss to your neck, “i know. that’s the fun.”
the fun? the fun???? she just cocked her gun and shoved it in your mouth, and called it fun?
its heaviness against your tongue left no room for doubt — it was definitely loaded. the thought had your stomach collapsing over itself, cold sweat rolling down your temples.
“awh, don’t be so scared.” she croons sweetly, padded fingertips prodding at your spongy spot to feel you writhe against her. her index swipes over the trigger, and your eyes almost pop out of the sockets, your screaming vibrating uselessly through the metal.
she chuckles, “you’re married to the police chief, baby. i know how to handle a gun. relax, i won’t pull the trigger. wouldn’t want my pretty girl’s brains splattered all over my office’s walls, right?”
honestly, you were just surprised you didn’t pee all over her hand already.
you were so terrified, whole body shuddering as your eyes followed the teasing glide of her finger over the trigger, your very life hanging in the balance.. and yet, the knot in your gut only tightened in arousal, the line between fear and pleasure becoming a hazy blur.
her thumb finds your sensitive clit to rub fast circles on it, and your vision flashes white, thrashing wildly in her grasp with your sobs and shrieks muffled.
“ah-ah,” she taps her gun against the top row of your teeth in warning. “don’t move around so much. you know, you could make me accidentally shoot.”
an upwards curl of her fingers inside you has you gagging around the metal, gushing all over her hand as drool seeps through the corners of the full gun to drip down your chin.
“attagirl.” toph kisses your cheek, the gesture too sweet for whatever the fuck she just did to you, drinking in your poor body’s trembling against hers. “see, you made it out alive.”
maybe you should add rat poison to her next meal. see if she can make it out alive too.
toph breathes out a laugh, easily sensing your irritation. “hey now, don’t be mad. you just came alllll over my fingers. i deserve a thank you.”
she pulls them out of you with a wet pop, bringing them to her mouth for a taste.
“sweet. i think the fear adds some flavor,” she withdraws her gun, its tip linked to your lolled out tongue with big strings of saliva as you pant heavily. she brings her fingers to your slack mouth, forcing you to suck the rest of your release off of them, “tastes better, right?”
you lick on them, a shiver racing down your spine when the cold air hits your now empty, drooling pussy. pleased hums accompany your obedient sucking, and when satisfied, she finally retracts them to let you speak.
“ugh—” you rest back against her shoulder, looking up at her through half-lidded eyes, limbs limp and breathing ragged. “s-see? i.. i told you i could handle it.”
“handle what?” she smiles down at you, and it’s not sweet. she pats the side of your still hiked up thigh with the saliva-slick weapon, “that’s cute.. but we’re nowhere near done, baby. go lock the door.”
Friends with benefits, but make it with your close friend Sokka. . .
FWB!Sokka. . . who comforts you when you're down. Stroking your back in a soft motion. Telling you to let it all out, because he doesn't want to see you bottling all your feelings. Sokka, who makes the dumbest faces when his best friend suddenly cries at the dead of night, only the two of you awake by the fire, taking you shift as look-out while the others sleep.
FWB!Sokka. . . who fixes all your weapons and little toys, all to see that smile. Even though some inventions may leave an explosion of smoke on top of that pretty face of yours, the giggling fits you have along with the black soot on your cheeks, send him to another level of euphoria.
FWB!Sokka. . . who has your back through thick and thin. Maybe he only has the boomerang on his back, but so what? He’d fight off thieves with a wooden spoon if it meant to protect you—and possibly impress you as well…
FWB!Sokka. . . who quite obviously glares at Zuko every time you go along with the fire lord anywhere alone. And the later complains about how close he was to you while smooching your lips off. Hands scouring around your hips, searching for a grip as his tongue found solace against your own.
