cw: face slap, heavy degradation kink but also praise kink because she likes to fuck with you like that, orgasm denial, spit kink, mommy kink. all consensual!
dombottom!sevika x subtop!reader where you want to pleasure sevika in other ways but lack experience with straps, so sevika takes advantage of that.
you put on a strap, one of the thickest, longest ones, and sevika ties your wrists and ankles so she can ride you relentlessly while humiliating you. she’s so wet, receptive, fucking dripping while going up and down on your dick, but you can’t move, can’t hold and squeeze her teasing hips, can’t do much with your own hips either, so you just turn into a sobbing, pathetic mess below her.
sevika chuckles darkly, one hand cupping your face damp with tears and sweat. “what is it? why is my little fuck toy whining? thought she was better than this.”
“s–sev..please let me–let me touch you! please!” right after the pleas left your mouth, her hand went down on your face.
a smacking sound echoing in the dark room. you pathetically moaned at the action, desperately trying to thrust. she let out another dark chuckle at your freakiness.
“god, you’re such a slut.” she held your face again, holding your chin, stopping the riding for an instant. “you think you have the right to touch me? you can’t even use a strap properly. see this? i need to do all the work because you’re too stupid to do it by yourself. isn’t that true?”
her condescending tone accompanied by a particularly forceful, sudden thrust of her hips that made her breath hitch at the toy’s depth and made you whimper at the pressure against your clit brought tears back again to your eyes. you fought to keep them from falling, feeling even more pathetic for being on the verge of orgasm thanks to her harsh words.
“my poor doll, was mommy too harsh on you?” despite her gentle tone, she slid two fingers into your mouth. you sucked them immediately. “good girl. maybe you’re not too dumb.”
she applied a bit of downward pressure on your tongue, a silent command to open your mouth. then, she gathered saliva and spat it into your mouth, withdrawing her fingers so you would close and swallow. as soon as she saw your throat move with the swallow, she returned to her starting position and resumed bouncing on your strap. strongly, faster, insatiable.
sevika’s moans and grunts were back. a perfect melody to your ears and a perfect vision for your needy mind.
“keep your mouth shut and maybe...ah..maybe i will let you cum tonight.”
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you were new to Texas. it was vastly different than California—not in a way that made it difficult for you to become accustomed to, but in the way that people worked very differently in this southern state. being the second largest it is, you moved to a tiny town in the horse riding middle of nowhere.
definitely not because you wanted. your mother had just recently gone through a messy divorce with your cheating asshole of a father and decided to move both of you back to her hometown. a very very small hometown. there was one square block with towns where you could buy groceries, a local school system, and two police men that rode on horseback.
and of course, because your mother had grown up with the people who never left, she was high school sweethearts with one of the policemen. a sheriff named Tommy. a gruff looking man in his mid 40s, ash-blond hair, and blueish-green hues. standing at 5’ll, he towered over your mother.
in a way that made her flush all over again; as if she was still a sixteen year old girl with a silly crush. it was nice to see your mother happy after what seemed like an awful marriage to your father, but it wasn’t nice to be around his family almost 24/7.
every weekend, your mother drug you to the Miller’s residence where Tommy would cook out on his grill in the backyard. he invited his brother, Joel, and he just so happened to have a daughter that was your age. your mother thought it to be a happy coincidence that the two of you were the same age.
needless to say, neither you nor the girl had a thing in common. the first time you saw her, she was lounged on Tommy’s worn couch with her feet kicked up on the coffee table. she was dressed in a pair of dirty denim jeans, long sleeve flannel with the sleeves rolled half up, cowboy boots, and a cowboy hat sitting snuggly on her head.
her hair was an auburn color, the red bouncing off the strands in the setting sunlight beneath the brim of her hat. it was short, nearly reaching halfway down her neck. her cheeks were graced with an enormous amount of freckles, and her eyes were such a bright green that they nearly blinded you.
you were sure she had the same expression as you did when she first caught you in her eyes. the two of you looked like polar opposites—which you were. you, on the other hand, had shown up for the first time in a baby pink satin dress that reached halfway down your thighs, a pair of white thigh high socks, and pink kitten heels.
an ‘i’m sorry’ gift that your dad had bought to try and win your heart.
your hair was done up, makeup flawless, and lips glossed. your skin was shinning in comparison to the sunlight, the pink colors in the sky reflecting off your hues. you looked a lot.. cleaner in comparison to the rugged and rough around the edges girl sitting on the sofa.
your mother had nudged you the first time, whispering something along the lines of: ‘go and introduce yourself’ or ‘be friendly.’ which, not because you weren’t, but because she looked at you in the same way you looked at her—and you could tell, she knew you two wouldn’t get along either.
after a couple months of living in the small lifeless town, you couldn’t avoid her anymore. your mother had long since moved the two of you into Tommy’s home, and you were forced to see her more often. Joel and Tommy were the only two deputies in town, and therefore, Joel was always over with her.
Ellie.
you overheard her name when Joel mentioned her the first time, but you didn’t quite register that it belonged to her until she had butted her way into conversations.
her voice was higher than you had imagined it to be. you figured it would have been deep and off putting, but instead—and to your demise—it was rather nice to listen to. she had a specific southern twang that matched both her father and uncle’s. it bounced between the three, and you even began to hear your mother’s accent come back.
jesus, you were trying very hard to keep up with the annoyed teenager act, but you couldn’t.
“ya sure ya won’t get that dirty?” Ellie’s voice caught your attention. her eyes were already on yours when she glanced over her shoulder.
you huffed, glancing down at the pink baby boll top and designer jeans you had chosen to wear today. not to mention you had just done your hair and your makeup looked really fucking good today. “why?” you muttered.
“cause’ we’re not goin’ somewhere fit for your uh.. style,” Ellie replied, looking up at down as she chewed on a piece of gum. leaning on her heat up and rusty red chevy truck, she crossed her arms. “ya sure ya don’t wanna change?”
you rolled your eyes; stubbornly so. “it’s you, not ya,” you corrected ignorantly, but Ellie didn’t seem to care. she just nodded in response, snorting through her nose and beneath her breath. “and i’ll be just fine, thank you.”
she shrugged, walking casually to the passenger side door and opening it for you. sliding into the seat, you glanced at her awkwardly.
“not doin’ this cause i’m tryna be a gentleman,” she said, “the handle don’t work.”
you sighed, “doesn’t.”
“what?”
“the handle doesn’t work.”
Ellie stared at you through the rolled down window for a moment or two before shrugging again. “eh, tomato, tomato,” she chuckled, “same difference.” and walked around to the driver side.
securely fastening yourself into the car, you took in the rusted color and how dirty the fabric of the seats were. swallowing dryly, you hugged yourself as if you could create your own separate clean bubble. Ellie didn’t really look at you, simply turning on the truck and revving up the old engine.
“what a beauty.” she muttered more-so to herself, smiling that half smile you had become accustomed to, unfortunately.
she took off onto the road and began driving with the windows down and an old country station turned on. she didn’t pay much attention to you. “why do we have to go where you want to go?” you questioned.
Ellie raised a brow.
“are you the one who grew up here?” she replied, cocking her head to the side.
reluctantly, you looked away. she just grinned in return. “i didin’ think so.”
her twang was getting far too annoying.
the chevy drove smoothly despite its outward look. it was old, sure, but Joel had mentioned over dinner one night that Ellie had been putting a lot of work into it. you had seen it also—not that you were trying to watch her. it was unfortunate, because every time your mother drove you through the neighborhood, you’d catch her outside.
she’d be dressed in a tank top and dirty jeans, her boots scuffed. her short hair would be pinned behind her ears with a backwards cap and grease up to her elbows. every-time she’d dip her hands back into the bay that held the engine, you’d see her biceps flex—
shaking your head, you continued to stare out of the window. there was no way in hell you were thinking of Ellie in that way. even though she wasn’t technically Joel’s kid and had only moved in with him a couple summers ago, you still found it odd to look at her that way.
glancing at her out of the corner of your eye, she continued to chew on that same piece of gum, her elbow resting on the armrest as she drove with one hand. her eyes never left the road, and she made every turn steady and slow. she didn’t jostle you like you had expected from her driving. no, she was cautious.
Ellie caught your gaze, to which you immediately looked away out of embarrassment. her lips curled into a smile, but she said nothing; instead, opted into staying silent.
when she put the truck in park, you had absolutely no clue where you were besides being in the middle of nowhere. ahead of you was a small stream. “i come here to clear ma head sometimes,” she said, opening the door for you—the one she claimed had a broken handle.
it looked like it worked just fine to you. but hey, you didn’t know much about cars anyway.
“figured we could just uh.. hangout here until they get doin’ whatever they’re doin’.” Ellie coughed, catching you as you slipped out of the front seat. your shoes slipped on the dirt, and her arm was stretched awkwardly out as if she would catch you if you fell.
you nodded, scrunching your nose. “a river?”
“is a stream,” she replied, shutting the door behind you. “nice water, actually. pretty cold.”
you glanced at her, “it’s.”
“it’s a stream.” she repeated herself, rolling her eyes before kicking off her boots. Ellie discarded her flannel and began walking towards the bank where water met sand. you stared at her, unsure what you were supposed to do or where you were supposed to go.
when she noticed you weren’t following, she looked back over her shoulder. “are ya comin’?” she questioned, raising a brow.
“into the water?”
“yeah?”
“no, you’re crazy.”
Ellie snorted, “i’m crazy?” she pointed a finger at herself. “it’s not even cold, c’mon. it’s just water, ya won’t melt, princess.” you could tell she meant the nickname in a snarky manner, but it made you blush nonetheless.
she caught the remnants of a flush on your cheeks just as you looked away.
“will ya melt?”
you rolled your eyes, “of course not, that’s stupid. i just don’t want to get wet! these jeans are designer.” you said and Ellie glanced down to the denim on your legs. she tilted her head, examining the clothes. her nose scrunched, and she crossed her arms.
“don’t look designer to me.”
you scoffed, “you wouldn’t know designer if it hit you.” Ellie smirked, “should that have made me mad?” you stared at her again, but you couldn’t quite feel upset. instead, it was clear she was just messing with you.
teasing you, if you will.
“shut up.”
“yes ma’am.” tipping her head casually, Ellie rolled her jeans up her shins and began walking into the water. she rested her hands on her hips before looking up at the sun. it wasn’t as hot as it usually was on a summer day in Texas, but maybe it was because the thick trees and shrubs provided enough cover.
you swallowed thickly, slowly walking towards the bank. she stood there for a moment before walking around in the water with a sigh, basking in the cool water against her skin. you watched her from afar before deciding to finally casually sit on the bank.
even though you despised getting dirt on your jeans and messing up your fresh manicure, you knew fighting her on this wasn’t worth it. if you had learned one thing about Ellie, it was that she got on your nerves, and she did it well.
Ellie splashed water with her feet before looking at you. she smirked, “ya gunna come in?” she questioned, beckoning you with her hand.
“i already told you no.” you said, turning your head so you couldn’t see her.
bad idea.
instead of it being Ellie’s face, it was water. she splashed you with water. you squealed, the cold liquid coating your clothes and hair. “Ellie!” you shouted, standing back to your feet. you had been sitting for less than five minutes and she was already torturing you.
“you’re wet now,” she observed proudly. “might as well come on in.”
you stared at her hard for a long moment. there was a crease between your eyebrows, knitted together in both annoyance and intrigue in the way she was looking at you.
you huffed, she was right. you were already soaked and there was no going back now. “you’re dead, Ellie!” you yelled, rolling up your jeans and trudging into the cold water. you immediately shivered and Ellie laughed, folding over at the way you looked.
like a wet kitten.
“jesus, ya look like a soaked cat—“
before she could finish her sentence, you reached down and cupped your hands together, splashing water up and into her face. her eyes widened, hair dripping. her shirt was coated in water.
but, she wasn’t angry. no, it was quite the opposite. her lips curled upward and suddenly, you were both splashing water towards one another. the more the water coated you, completely drenching your clothes, the more you started to laugh.
for whatever reason—be it the sudden weight that had lifted off your shoulders—you started enjoying this moment with her. you didn’t think about your father or the fact that you were in a place that was so unfamiliar. you were enjoying yourself. for the first time in months since you moved here.
and it was with her.
the same girl you had disliked since the beginning. Ellie stalked towards you, splashing more water. you giggled, flicking it back into her face as she chuckled deeply. this continued for ten minutes straight—water fights and splashing around the stream as you let lose.
taking another step, Ellie watched you, but before she could say anything, you had stepped off the deep end. she was there in an instant to grab your arm before you could go all the way under. it was a drop off.
you gasped, grasping her as you shook the water from your hair and spit it from your mouth. “holy shit—!” you huffed, glancing up at her face.
she was as staring down at you with concern. instead of the usual teasing expression she wore, her brows were knit together.
“ya alright?” she asked, her voice dropping an octave—almost gruffer. you swallowed, a sudden sensation bubbling up in your stomach. she was close, one hand on your waist and the other hold your lifted wrist.
you nodded slowly, “coulda warned me sooner.” you whispered. Ellie sighed, shaking her head, droplets cascading down the side of her freckled face. though, she smiled now that you were okay.
“could have.”
you raised a brow, “huh?”
“it’s could have.”
now she was mocking you? after saving you? you hit her arm, cheeks warm and flushed. pushing away from her, you began walking back towards the bank. “whatever!”
Ellie simply watched you, her hands tingling from where they had been on your skin. her palms felt clammy now and her heart was racing. she had seen you smile for the first time today—a real genuine smile. she didn’t know if you were capable of one of those, not for a while.
but today, she knew you were and now she wanted to see it more often. she wanted to hear you laugh, too. it was like music to her ears.
walking behind you, she picked up her boots and handed you your shoes.
“c’mon kitty,” she chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “let’s get you dry.”
leading you to her truck, she grabbed a towel out of the backseat and handed it to you. not quite meeting her gaze, you took the fluffy fabric into your hands and began drying yourself off. despite needing to dry herself off also, she denied the towel and insisted that you keep it wrapped around you.
Ellie helped you into her truck and drove home quickly. you didn’t look at her, but you could see that she was glancing at you out of the corner of her eye every once in a while.
when you arrive home, it’s dark and all the lights are off except for the porch. you and Ellie enter the house, Joel completely crashed and asleep on the sofa. it was clear the three of them had been drinking when they were watching the game earlier. Ellie clicked her tongue, rolling her eyes.
for a moment, you could see she was debating on wether waking him or letting him sleep. you stared at her, and suddenly, you decided for her.
“let him sleep.” you whispered.
Ellie glanced at you, brows furrowing. she watched as you turned towards the staircase and beckoned with your hand for her to follow. it was almost like she was wearing a collar and being tugged because now she was tracing your footsteps right behind you.
you led her towards your bedroom and once the door was shut, you met her gaze. her green hues sparkled in the moonlight that poured through your curtains. “you can just sleep here for tonight.” you said.
“in your bed?”
your eyes widened, “n-no, on the floor!”
Ellie nodded, glancing at your soaked clothes.
“you should shower. warm water. you’ll get sick.” she instructed. licking your lips, you sauntered past her and grabbed a change of clothes before disappearing into the restroom.
after taking a warm shower, you stepped out to find Ellie had made herself a pallet on the floor and changed into a pair of Tommy’s old clothes. she looked comfortable laying there, her wet hair coating the pillowcase. you pursed your lips, tip toeing towards your own bed.
the mattress creaked beneath your weight, but that wasn’t the only noise that woke Ellie. a clap of thunder echoed from outside and you jumped, a gasp leaving your mouth. she turned over, eyes finding yours. “don’t tell me you’re afraid’a storms.” her voice was hushed but not annoyed.
swallowing, you didn’t answer. instead, you closed your curtains and crawled beneath the softness that was your comforter. it still smelled somewhat of like your old home and it brought a sense of comfort, but not enough to make you feel better.
the thunder echoed again after a bolt of lightening, rain pouring down on the roof. every time it happened, you jumped beneath the sheets, rustling quietly. Ellie hadn’t allowed herself to fall asleep yet, not after the first time you jumped. instead, she opted into staying away.
since you weren’t looking, she stared at the side of your face. trading your features, she etched the picture into her brain—engraining the slope of your nose, curve of your jaw, and softness of your skin.
“are ya scared?”
you didn’t answer again, but she took that as a yes. this time, when you cowered beneath your sheets, Ellie felt her heart constrict within her chest. fuck, she couldn’t just lay there and do nothing. not after what you two had done earlier. so, she rose to her feet and padded towards your bed.
you glanced up at her from beneath the covers, “what’re you doing—?”
“roll over.” she stated.
you stared at her, “what? Ellie—“
“don’t make me ask ya twice.”
pursing your lips, you scooted towards the inside of your mattress. it dipped beneath her added weight, the springs creaking.
she didn’t scoot towards you immediately, but she did stretch her arm out like a silent offering. when the thunder clapped loudly again, you cowered and sought out her embrace. you wanted to fight it—obviously you didn’t want to outwardly show that you were scared, but you didn’t have a choice.
you pressed into her side, cheek brushing against her shirt as your head came to rest beneath her chin. Ellie stiffened even though she half expected it. settling into your new found warmth, she wrapped her arm around your middle and brought you closer. “the rain can’t hurt ya, ya know.” she murmured.
“it’s not the rain.” you replied, voice quivering.
this was the first time she had ever seen you in such a state. there were so many firsts today—first genuine smile and now your first genuine fear. she hesitated for a long moment, debating on wether to press further or leave the situation alone, but Ellie was always a nosy girl. “what is it, then?”
“it’s too loud.”
“too loud?”
you nodded. she felt her heartbeat pick up. Ellie waited before gently reaching up and pressing her free hand against the ear that wasn’t against her. she cupped it gently, shielding the sound from reaching your ears fully. you shivered at the contact, unsure what was making her be so uncharacteristically soft towards you.
was it earlier? playing in the water like you were two children on a hot summer day?
it felt nostalgic, yes, and it also felt peaceful. maybe.. it was supposed to feel like this all along and you had both been quick to judge one another.
without knowing how much you really had in common.
“reminds me of my parents fighting,” you said finally, fussing up to the reason as to why thunderstorms scared you. too loud, too shocking, too jarring, and scary.
too unpredictable. “i can’t.. it’s just too loud.”
Ellie didn’t say anything, but she nodded. she could understand the correlation in fear. so, she pressed closer and pulled you until you were secure in her embrace. her body was warm, and she smelled like pine and oil. it was an odd but comforting scent that was just uniquely her.
“don’t worry,” she said finally, voice soft and quiet. “won’t let the storm get ya.”
silence fell upon the two of you. all you could do was lay against her and listen to the way her heart beat slowly beneath your ear. you timed it with your own, matching your breathing so that you would calm down. “i’ve got parent issues, too,” Ellie pipped up.
“ma mom died a couple years ago, and well,” she closed her eyes. “i got no clue who my dad is, so i got sent to Joel. he was close with ma mom, i guess. best friends, supposedly.”
you knew that she was ‘adopted’, but you didn’t know her mom had died so recently. you swallowed, feeling a pang of empathy. your hand laid flat against her, fingers slowly coming to rub gentle soothing circles against her shirt. “i’m sorry, Ellie.” you whispered.
the girl inhaled, glancing down at your face.
“s’okay,” she mumbled. “just wanted you to know that we’re all scared’a somethin’.”
your chest tightened and without much thought, you looked up at her. the two of you were closer than you ever had been before. her nose bumped against your own, green eyes filling your vision. Ellie swallowed thickly, unsure what to do with the sudden change in atmosphere. her cheeks flushed drastically, turning a deep red shade.
you followed the flush, a small smile tugging on the corner of your lips. “thank you,” you said finally, “for comforting me.”
Ellie shook her head, trying to avert her gaze.
“s’ uh, nothin’, really.” she almost choked on her own spit, eyes tearing up.
you giggled softly, that same genuine laughter than she had heard earlier at the stream. it made her heart race, and she quickly found herself staring at you despite the crazy look on her face. “you’re not all that bad.” you whispered again, smiling sheepishly.
Ellie licked her lips slowly.
“neither are you, princess.”
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What do you think of a Toph x Pregnant Reader story where both already have families with Lin and Suyin? But when Reader's baby is born, it turns out years later to be a lava bender, and Toph is incredibly excited, even if she doesn't show it.
Let's say the reader is a fire bender. Toph and the reader were always playfully arguing about which bender the baby would be: Fire or Earth. Imagine their surprise when they both get a mix of both!
Could you please capture Toph and the reader's reactions, as well as Lin and Suyin cheering them on completely?
By the way, I love your writing and I think you're one of the few people who write Toph for the character she is and don't make her completely unchangeable
A Path Of Ger Own
Pairing: Toph Beifong x Wife Reader
WC: 5k+
Synopsis: You have to break the news to your daughter's that you're pregnant and it doesn't go very well. Basically the request.
Content/Warnings: Fluff.
Sitting down and breaking the news to your very grown, very adult children that you were pregnant was not the easiest task. Lin was twenty-two, climbing the ranks at the police department in hopes of one day taking over for Toph. Su was seventeen, though she acted like she was the same age as Lin with the way she bossed you and Toph around the house.
You had just finished dinner, and now you were all sprawled across the living room. Some horror movie Suyin had insisted on was playing as she curled against her mama, who was already beginning to drift off to sleep beside her. Toph didn't see the point of grand reveals. After raising two kids, she'd simply told you to get it over with and just tell them.
But you were stressed, hormonal, and you had no idea how they were going to take the news.
You had talked yourself out of it several times that night. Even now, sitting on the opposite couch and watching your family piled together, it still didn't feel like the right time. But you were going to start showing soon, and they deserved to know.
Taking a quiet breath, you reached for the remote and paused the movie. Su was the first to react. Her head whipped toward you so fast it was almost comical, as though you'd just committed a crime she might never forgive.
“Mom!” She groaned dramatically, throwing her hands into the air. “It was just getting to the good part.”
Toph let out a sleepy grunt from the other end of the couch, one arm still draped around Su's shoulders. “Kid, if you wanted the good part, you picked the wrong movie. It sounds terrible.”
“How would you know?” Su countered, turning in her mother's hold. “You've literally been asleep for the last twenty minutes. I didn't even get to explain the plot to you yet.”
“I wasn't sleeping.” Toph lies easily. “I was resting my eyes.”
“You snored.” Su deadpans.
Toph titled her head, never one to accept defeat. “I was listening.”
Lin, seated in the armchair with a book balanced in her lap, lowered it just enough to glance between the three of you. “Can we settle the debate later? Mom paused it for a reason.”
The room quieted and three pairs of eyes settled on you. Your throat suddenly felt dry now that you were the center of attention. You opened your mouth once then closed it again.
Toph tilted her head in your direction, sensing the hesitation immediately. Even half asleep, she knew you better than anyone. “Baby?”
Your fingers tightened around the remote until your knuckles ached from clenching them so hard.
“There... um..” You swallowed. “There's actually something your mama and I wanted to tell you.”
Suyin straightened like she was bracing herself for something awful. Lin closed her book completely, setting it aside without taking her eyes off you. Neither of them spoke, and somehow the silence that settled over the room felt heavier than the horror movie ever had.
When you didn't answer fast enough, the guesses started.
“Are you sick?” Su asked, her voice wavering more with every passing second. “Because... you haven't really been eating, and the other day I heard you throwing up in the bathroom.”
Lin's head snapped toward her sister, her expression hardening. “Mom's been sick, and you didn't think to tell me?”
“I didn't know it was a big deal!” Su added defensively. “She told me she was fine, so I believed her.”
“You should've told me anyway.” Lin shot back angrily. “I have a right to know.”
“And make you panic over nothing?” Su argued, and she had a point out of the two of them Lin was more likely to freak out.
“It clearly wasn't nothing.” Lin pointed out with huff.
Their bickering washed over you, neither of them noticing the guilty look spreading across your face. They weren't angry with each other, you knew thaf more than anything. You could see both of their sides and that was the problem.
Toph sighed from beside Su, rubbing at her face before sitting up properly. “Hey.” Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried enough authority to stop both daughters mid-argument. “Knock it off.”
The room fell quiet again.
Lin's shoulders were rigid, every muscle in her body tense as she looked back at you. Su had gone pale, her foot bouncing anxiously against the floor.
“Mom,” Lin said more softly this time. “Are you okay?”
Your heart squeezed.
You hadn't expected this. You'd spent the entire day worrying they would think you were too old to have another baby, that they'd be embarrassed, annoyed, maybe even offended that their parents were starting all over again.
Instead, they'd skipped right past every possibility and landed on the one that terrified them most. Losing you to something awful.
You fiddled with your pant leg in an attempt to distract yourself from the anxiety rising in your belly. You coukd feel Toph's energy from the other side of the room, silently telling you to spit it out already before the girls really start to think somethings wrong.
“No,” You answered, your voice barely above a whisper. “I'm not sick.”
Neither of them relaxed after hearing your words. Su leaned forward on the couch. “Then what's going on?”
You let out a nervous laugh, though it came out shakier than you intended.
“I've been throwing up because…” You glanced at Toph, who simply shrugged as if to say See? Told you this would've been easier if you'd just said it. “I'm pregnant.”
The room got eerily silent as you waited for your daughter's honest reactions.
Lin was the first to speak, her brows slowly pulled together as if she'd heard the words perfectly but her brain had decided to reject them anyway. “What?”
“I'm pregnant,” You repeated, unable to stop the small, nervous smile tugging at your lips.
Your children stared at you as if you had suddent grown two heads and Toph folded her arms across her chest, looking far too pleased with herself.
“Took you long enough,” She muttered. “I've been waiting all day for you to spit it out and tell them already.”
Neither daughter acknowledged Toph's comment. They were too stunned to formulate words and you understood this was alot for then and gave them the necessary time they needed to work through it.
“You're serious?” Su whispered.
You nodded. “I went to the healer a few days ago. We wanted to be certain before telling you.”
“But-” Su opened her mouth and closed it again, pointing between you and Toph in disbelief. “You're-you're having a baby?”
Toph snorted from beside her. “Pretty sure that's what pregnant means, honey.”
Lin finally found her voice. “How?”
Toph turned toward the sound with the flattest expression imaginable. “When two women love each other very much-..”
“Oh, spirits, I know how babies are made,” Lin groaned, dragging a hand down her face. “That's not what I meant.”
A grin spread across Toph's face, she'd never tire of teasing her children. “Then ask a better question.”
For the first time since you'd paused the movie, a laugh escaped you. The tension eased, if only for a moment.
“What did you mean, sweetheart?” You asked gently.
Lin rubbed the back of her neck, suddenly looking far less composed than she had a minute ago.
“It's just,” Her eyes darted toward Su, silently pleading for help, but for perhaps the first time in her life, her younger sister had absolutely nothing to say. “You guys aren't exactly getting any younger.”
“Ouch.” You replied dramatically, placing a hand over your heart.
The joke landed, earning a snort from Toph and the ghost of a smile from Su, but beneath your playful tone you had to swallow the lump rising in your throat. You knew Lin hadn't meant to hurt your feelings. She never would. Still, hearing your daughter's first reaction boiled down to your age stung more than you cared to admit.
Lin noticed the shift almost as soon as it happened. “Mom,” She started quietly. “I didn't mean it like that.”
Your eyes stung with tears that you refused to let fall. “I know.”
“No, I don't think you do.” She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees as she searched for the right words. For someone who spent every day giving orders and handling impossible situations at work, this conversation had left her fumbling.
“It's not because I think you're too old to have another baby,” Lin said carefully. “It's because you're my mom.”
The room stayed silent, letting her continue.
“I grew up watching you take care of everyone else.” Her gaze flickered toward Toph before settling back on you. “You barely slept when Su was little. You worked yourself into the ground making sure we had everything we needed. You always put us first.”
She paused, drawing in a slow breath. “And now you've finally gotten to a point where things are easier.”
You listened without interrupting, your heart thundering in your chest as her words warshed over you.
“I'm twenty-two,” Lin continued. “Su's almost an adult. You don't have diapers anymore. No midnight feedings. No toddlers climbing all over the furniture. You and Mom were finally getting your lives back.”
Her voice softened.
“So when you said you were pregnant.” She shook her head with a quiet laugh. “My first thought wasn't 'that's weird.' It was..” She looked down at the floor for a second before meeting your eyes again. “Are they really starting over?”
Your eyes burned, Before you could answer, Su finally found her voice. “I kind of thought the same thing.”
Everyone looked toward her, She hugged one of the throw pillows against her chest, suddenly seeming much younger than seventeen.
“I wasn't thinking about your age.” She grimaced. “Well, maybe a little.”
“Thanks,” You deadpanned.
Suyin winced, “Sorry.”
A tiny smile tugged at your lips, encouraging her to continue.
“I just,” She sighed. “I guess I always imagined it'd just be us. Me, Lin, you, and Mama.” Her fingers tightened around the pillow. “Everything's gonna change now.”
There it was, not judgment or embarrassment. It was fear of the unknown, that the family she'd always known was about to become something unfamiliar.
You crossed the room before either of them could say another word. Kneeling in front of the couch, you reached out and took one of Su's hands before extending the other toward Lin.
“This baby isn't replacing either of you.” You tell them firmly, your voice conveying just how serious you were.
“You don't stop being our children because another one is coming.” Your thumb brushed over Su's knuckles. “There isn't a limit to how much your mama and I can love.”
Toph gave a quiet hum of agreement from the couch behind you. “If anything,” She added, “you're both getting promoted.”
Su blinked. “Promoted?’
“Yeah.” A grin spread across Toph's face. “Congratulations. You're a pair of big sisters.”
Lin let out a breath that sounded suspiciously close to a laugh. “I've been a big sister for seventeen years.”
“Now you're gonna be even bigger.” Toph says simply.
“Mama.” Lin started, shaking her head.
“What?” Toph shrugged innocently. “I thought it sounded inspirational.”
Su groaned, burying her face in the pillow. “That was so bad.”
“It was,” Lin agreed.
Toph looked thoroughly pleased with herself anyway. You shook your head, smiling despite the tears gathering in your eyes.
“They're both still in shock,” Toph said, tilting her head toward you. “Give 'em a minute. They haven't figured out they're happy yet.”
Neither Lin nor Su denied it and for now fhat was okay.
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It was a quiet night at home. You sat at the kitchen table with what Toph had affectionately started calling your latest culinary crime—a steaming bowl of extra spicy ramen loaded with shredded chicken, a plate of green grapes on the side, and a cup of hot jasmine tea. Six months into the pregnancy, your cravings had only become stranger. Some days you wanted pickles dipped in honey. Other days it was smoked fish with sweet pastries. Tonight, for reasons neither of you could begin to understand, your stomach had decided scorching noodles, juicy grapes, and tea belonged together.
Toph sat across from you with her own much less offensive dinner, her nose wrinkling every time another wave of chili-laced steam drifted across the table.
“I don't know how you're eating that,” She muttered, leaning back in her chair. “My eyes are watering just sitting here.”
“It isn't that spicy.” You shrugged, holding the chopsticks up to her lips. “You want a taste?”
Toph scooted her chair further away from you creating more distance. “Hell no!”
You lifted another tangled bite of noodles with your chopsticks, blowing on them before taking a contented mouthful. “You're just dramatic.”
“Says the woman eating lava.” You only smiled around another bite, reaching for a grape afterward as though the combination made perfect sense.
Toph tilted her head in your direction, a grin slowly pulling at the corner of her mouth. “That's disgusting by the way.”
“Good thing it's not for you then.” You laughed, rubbing your hand absentmindedly over the curve of your stomach. The baby gave a small kick beneath your palm, earning another thoughtful tilt of Toph's head.
“I think this one's finally breaking the earthbender streak,” You said, smiling to yourself. “We're finally getting another firebender in this family.”
“Absolutely not.” Toph didn't even hesitate. She rested one elbow on the table, her bare foot lightly touching the floor beneath her chair. Though she couldn't see your belly, her seismic sense had become almost second nature throughout your pregnancy. Every tiny stretch, every roll, every energetic kick echoed through the vibrations she felt. “She feels like an earthbender.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Feels like an earthbender?”
Toph nodded, “Mhm.”
“And what exactly does an earthbender fetus feel like?” You asked honestly.
Toph pointed toward your stomach with complete confidence. “Stubborn.”
You laughed. “They're all stubborn.”
“Not like this one.” Toph folded her arms. “This kid plants herself in one spot for half the day, then decides she's gonna elbow every organ you've got because she doesn't feel like moving around them.”
“She's making room.” You defended playfully.
Toph didn't miss a beat. “She's declaring territory.”
You snorted, amusement shining in your eyes. “I think she's a firebender.”
Toph paused mid bite. “Oh?”
“Think about what she's done to me.” You gestured toward your dinner even though you knew she couldn't see you do it. “I've spent six months inhaling anything spicy enough to make normal people cry.”
“You've always liked spicy food.” Toph pointed out, not yet believing your argument.
“Not enough to put chili oil on noodles that already came with chili oil.” You tell her, swirling more noodles around your chopsticks.
Her shoulder dropped a fraction. “Fair point.”
You looked positively smug.
“And she runs hot.” You tugged lightly at the collar of your shirt. “Everyone else is cold while I'm opening windows in the middle of winter.”
Toph waved you off. “Pregnancy does that.”
“I also burned breakfast yesterday.” You responded, grasping at straws now as toph completely dissected each argument.
Toph laughed, the sound warm enough to fill the kitchen. “Now you're just saying stuff.”
You leaned back in your chair, rubbing your stomach again as another kick landed against your ribs.
“There,” You declared triumphantly. “Did you feel that? That was a firebender kick.”
Toph's expression didn't change. “Nope.”
“It was.” You insisted.
“Earthbender.”
You narrowed your eyes at her, you could do this all day. “Fire.”
She turned her head in your direction, her sightless eyas meeting you head on. “Earth.”
“She kicked because she agreed with me.”
Toph barked out a laugh. “She kicked because she heard you talking nonsense.”
“Oh, so now she understands conversations?” You huffed, a pout forming on your lips.
“I've been talking to her for months.” Toph's voice had dropped into something quieter, more intimate.
You still wouldn't let up even when the tone she was using made your heart skip a beat. “So have I.”
“Yeah,” Toph said with a grin. “And every time I tell her she's gonna be an earthbender, she settles down.”
You gasped. “That's because she's waiting for me to defend her.”
Toph pushed her chair back before walking around the table, stopping beside you. One hand rested gently over yours on your stomach, her smile softening despite the playful argument.
The baby shifted beneath both your palms, slowing down just enough for the ache in your lower back to ease.
“There,” Toph said, her voice nice and smug as her point was proven once again. “See? She's already calmed down just by my presence.”
You rolled your eyes. “I felt a little spark.”
“You imagined it.” Toph says, rubbing soothing circles across your belly.
Your eyes fluttered shut as you leaned back in your chair, enjoying the feel of her hand soothing both you and your child. “You refuse to admit I'm right.”
“Because you aren't and that's okay baby we all make mistakes.”
You leaned your forehead against her shoulder with a quiet laugh. “I can't wait until this baby's born.”
“Me neither.” Toph whispered, her voice full of affection.
“So I can prove you wrong.” You added, ruining the tender moment.
Toph smirked, brushing a kiss against the top of your head.
“Or,” She said, “You'll spend the next twenty years raising the most stubborn little earthbender this family's ever seen.”
“And if she's a firebender?” You asked, glancing up at her.
Toph's grin only widened. “Then I'll know she got her attitude from you.”
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You were stretched out on one of the lounge chairs beneath the warm afternoon sun, content to let the breeze drift lazily through the gardens of Zaofu. It had been far too long since the entire family had gathered in one place without politics, police work, or world-ending disasters pulling everyone in different directions.
Suyin had insisted everyone visit for the week, and somehow she had even convinced Lin to step away from her responsibilities with the precinct and watching over the new Avatar.
The peace, however, didn't extend to the training courtyard.
Your youngest daughter, Rin, fourteen years old and stubborn enough to rival both of her mothers, was training alongside her older sisters while Toph paced the edge of the arena. Retirement had never suited her. She still carried herself with the same confidence that had once commanded an entire police force.
Time had left its mark in subtle, beautiful ways. Fine lines framed her mouth whenever she smiled, delicate crow's feet gathered at the corners of her pale green eyes, and her dark hair was now streaked generously with silver that hung in a long braid that rested against the middle of her back. Age hadn't diminished her in the slightest. If anything, it had made her more striking. There was a quiet strength to her now, earned through decades of protecting her family and helping shape an entire city.
“Again,” Toph called, planting her feet firmly into the ground. “Quit thinking so hard.”
“I am trying!” Rin growled, her legs faltering in the stance Toph had her in.
“I know you're trying. So stop and just do as I say.” Toph barked, her arms folded behind her back as she scrutinized her daughter's posture through the soles of her feet.
Rin groaned loud enough for everyone to hear. “That doesn't even make sense!”
“It does if you stop overthinking every little movement.” Toph snapped back just as fiercely. Out of all of her children, Toph and Rin collided the most. She had your fiery spirit down to a tea.
A loud clang echoed across the courtyard as another sheet of metal refused to respond.
From beside you came an exaggerated sigh. Suyin flopped into the empty lounge chair, wiping sweat from the back of her neck before reaching for the pitcher of iced tea sitting between you.
“Rin looks about five seconds away from crying because she still can't metalbend,” Su admitted quietly, all traces of her usual teasing gone. “I hate seeing her like this.”
You looked toward the training grounds. Rin stood rigidly in place, shoulders tight, jaw clenched so firmly you could see the muscles twitching from where you sat. Every failed attempt seemed to chip away at her confidence a little more.
“She's a late bloomer,” You said gently, though the reassurance felt painfully familiar.
The words carried a weight of guilt you couldn't hide. You knew exactly what it was like growing up surrounded by impossible expectations. Lin had become one of the greatest metalbenders in history. Su had mastered styles most people spent decades learning. Every lesson Rin attended came with comparisons she never asked for.
She wasn't trying to become better than her sisters. She was simply desperate not to fall behind them.
“I remember feeling like that,” Su confessed, watching Rin from across the courtyard. “Not with metalbending... but with Mom.”
You glanced toward her, your eyes softening.
“I spent years thinking I'd never be enough for her.” She added, the impossible standards that came with being a beifong will always be a burden your children will carry despite raising them not to care what others think.
You reached out for her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “You were.”
“I know that now.” Su smiled faintly, a distant look in her eyes. “Rin doesn't.”
Another metallic groan rang through the courtyard. Toph crouched beside Rin, saying something too quiet for either of you to hear.
Rin nodded and you watched as she took a breath. Your daughter planted her feet into the earth perfectly only for the metal panel not to move at all, not even a twitch.
Just when Toph was about to comment something that would definitely make things worse the teenager finally snapped.
“I'M TRYING!” Rin shouted, tears stinging her eyes as she slammed both fists toward the earth.
The courtyard trembled under her rage, At first it looked like an ordinary earthbending strike. Then the stone beneath Rin's feet cracked apart and orange light burst through the fractures.
“Mom?" Su whispered.
The cracks widened and split open like spider webs. Heat rolled across the courtyard in suffocating waves as glowing molten rock forced its way through the training floor, turning solid stone into rivers of brilliant orange.
For one impossible moment nobody moved. Lin stared wide eyed and Su's jaw dropped. Even you found yourself frozen in complete disbelief before your maternal instinct kicked in and you were on your feet and across the yard before you could blink.
“She's a Lava bender.” Lin breathed, fascinated.
The realization struck everyone at once. Rin hadn't failed to metalbend, She had just discovered an entirely different talent.
Unfortunately for all of you, She had no idea how to stop it and it terrified her.
“Mama!” Rin cried, stumbling backward as another stream of molten stone spread across the arena. “I-I can't control it!”
Panic flooded her face and your heart hammered in your chest. You couldn't reach them, not with the lava pooling. You were a fire bender yourself, but it seemed the more terrified she became the more it spread amd you couldn't cool it all.
Every frightened breath only made the lava surge farther, swallowing chunks of the training grounds. “I can't stop!”
“Rin.” Toph's voice cut cleanly through the chaos. The single word carried decades of authority. “You're okay, just focus on me.”
Rin's frantic breathing faltered, she listened to her mama, tears streaming down her cheeks freely now. “I'm scared..”
“I know.” Toph sighed, her voice low, still keeping the same calm.
Rin's eyes left her mother as the heat intensified around them. “It's spreading!”
“Lava does that.” She said plainly.
"I don't know what I'm doing!"
Toph stepped closer without a trace of hesitation, stopping only a few feet from the glowing river separating them.
“You don't,” She agreed calmly, another pulse of lava rippled outward. “But you know what?”
Rin shook her head desperately.
“Neither did I.” Toph rested one bare foot against the stone as she continued to calm Rin down.
“When I invented metalbending, you think I knew what I was doing?” Toph asked, a crooked smile tugging at her lips. “I made it up as I went.”
Rin let out a shaky laugh despite herself.
“You don't need to be your sisters.” Toph tells her gently, “Just be you Rin, that is all I have ever wanted.”
Lin stepped forward. “She's right.”
Su joined her, cupping her hands around her mouth. “You hear us, Rin? You're doing something none of us can!”
“You've already done the impossible,” Lin called out to her sister. “Now breathe.”
“You've got this!” Su added. “We're not going anywhere!”
Rin swallowed hard, the fear was still there, but so was her family.
Toph nodded once, feeling the tension leave her daughter's shoulders. “Feel the stone beneath the heat.”
Rin closed her eyes, her heart was hammering in her chest and she listened to the earth and focused on the things around her she could control, which was her breathing.
“The lava isn't your enemy,” Toph said steadily. “It's still earth. Slower. Heavier. Listen to it.”
Rin sucked in another breath, zeroing in to the sound of her mother's voice.
“The same way I taught you to feel every stone under your feet.”
The molten rock quivered ans the ground groaned beneath her feet as she followed her mother's careful instructions.
“Good.” Toph hummed, “Now guide it.”
The glowing current hesitated at first under her unsteady hands. Then, inch by inch, the lava began to retreat. The brilliant orange dulled as it cooled, hardening back into black volcanic stone that spread across the ruined courtyard in jagged patterns.
Nobody spoke until the final ribbon of molten earth solidified. Rin opened her twaeful eyes, her shoulders shaking as terror still flowed through her. “I did it?”
Toph's grin was impossible to hide. “No.” She walked across the newly formed stone and pulled her youngest daughter into a fierce hug. “You did something even better.”
Rin buried her face against her mother's shoulder, sobbing into her chest as her body shook with each wretched cry.
“You found your own path and I'm so proud of you.” Toph tells her affectionately.
Behind them, Su whooped loud enough for the entire city to hear while Lin, usually so composed, actually laughed before wrapping both of them in a crushing embrace.
You remained where you were for only a moment longer, your own eyes misting over as you watched your family gathered together in the center of the courtyard.
Rin had spent years believing she was falling behind her sisters. None of you had realized she had simply been walking toward a destiny that belonged to her alone.
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Later that night, after the laughter from dinner had faded and the rest of the family had retired to their own rooms, you and Toph finally escaped to the quiet of your bedroom.
Moonlight spilled through the open balcony doors, painting silver streaks across the polished floor while the distant sounds of Zaofu settled into a peaceful hush. The air carried the scent of fresh rain and flowering vines from the gardens below.
Toph stepped out of the adjoining bathroom, a towel draped loosely around her shoulders. Damp strands of silver-streaked hair clung to the back of her neck as droplets traced lazy paths down her shoulders before disappearing beneath the collar of her sleep shirt.
Decades had softened some of the sharper edges of her face, leaving gentle lines thst were reminders of every laugh she'd shared, and battle she had survived against all odds. She was older now, but no less formidable and it was moments like this where you really got to appreciate her.
She paused in the doorway, feeling your gaze piercing through her from where she stood. “I can feel you giving me that look.”
You glanced up from your spot on the edge of the bed, trying and failing to suppress the grin spreading across your face. “What look?”
“The one that says you're about to become insufferable,” Toph said.
“I have no idea what you're talking about.”
“You do.” She crossed the room, stopping directly in front of you. “I can practically hear the smugness radiating off you.”
You tapped your chin, “I was just thinking.”
“Dangerous pastime.”
You laughed, leaning forward. “I was thinking,” You began, dropping your voice to a sweet, mocking tone, “that I was technically right.”
Toph folded her arms, her head tilting slightly. “About what exactly?”
You tipped your chin up, amusement warming your voice. “Rin's a firebender.”
Toph let out an exaggerated scoff, rolling her eyes. “No.”
You blinked innocently. “Pretty sure lava glows and burns things, last I checked.” You spread your hands wide, leaning into her space. “So..”
Toph reached out with practiced accuracy, flicking your forehead hard enough to snap your head back. “So, she's not a firebender.”
“Violence isn't an argument,” You grumbled, rubbing the sore spot while shooting your wife a glare she couldn't see.
“It is when you're wrong,” She shot back instantly, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.
You snorted, shifting your weight on the mattress. “You've spent fourteen years insisting she'd end up just like you.”
“And she did.”
“Did she?” At your quiet question, Toph's posture shifted. The playful defiance softened, and her shoulders dropped. The fierce confidence that usually defined her gave way to a quiet, vulnerable stillness.
“She's an earthbender,” Toph said softly, her voice carrying a warmth reserved only for her family. “She just found a road neither of us expected.”
She stepped closer and sank onto the edge of the bed beside you, the mattress dipping under her weight. Her shoulder brushed yours, a steady, grounding presence.
“Lava isn't fire, and it isn't ordinary earth, either.” She stated, as if convincing herself as much as you.
“I know,” You replied gently, dropping the teasing act entirely.
Toph shifted further up the bed and leaned back against the metal headboard, staring blankly ahead with those unseeing pale eyes, though you knew she was processing every vibration in the room. “She's in a category of her own.”
The pride in her voice was impossible to miss. It was a tone she rarely used, reserved only for monumental moments and this certainly counted as one.
You shifted closer, resting your head lightly against her shoulder. “I've never heard you sound so impressed. And you've trained hundreds of earthbenders, baby.”
“Mhm,” She murmured, her hand finding yours on the blanket and squeezing it briefly.
“But today..”
“Today,” Toph finished for you, her voice dropping to a low, reverent whisper, “I experienced my daughter discovering something that can't be taught.”
Silence settled comfortably between you, the ambient sounds of Zaofu humming faintly outside the window.
“I thought she was going to panic herself into passing out.” You admitted with a quiet laugh, you could still feel some of the residual adrenaline in your chest as your daughters terrified face flashed in your mind.
“The only thing going through my mind was that if she didn't stop she was going to melt half the city,” Toph commented dryly, her grip on your hand tightening.
You lifted your head from her shoulder, looking at her profile in surprise. “You looked awfully calm out there.”
“I wasn't.” Toph shook her head, her jaw tightening as she stared blankly at the wall. “I was terrified.”
The confession was so unexpected that it left you momentarily speechless. Toph rarely admitted to being scared of anything.
“I couldn't let her hear that,” She continued, her voice dropping to a rare, gritty vulnerability. “If I'd panicked, she would've panicked harder.”
“Well, you fooled me,” You sighed. “You knew exactly what to say to ground her.”
“But I didn't through.” She muttered, a self-deprecating smirk flashing across her face before vanishing. “I guessed and surprisingly it worked.”
You smiled, leaning your temple against hers. “It was a very good guess, Toph.”
She squeezed your hand again, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she wrapped her arms securely around you. “I've learned a few things after raising three daughters. They don't need me to have every answer. They just need to believe I do.”
A soft knock interrupted the quiet of the room. Three hesitant, uneven taps vibrated through the wood.
Rin looked almost guilty for disturbing you, one hand was gripping the edge of the door while the other nervously twisted the sleeve of her nightshirt.
“Am I bothering you?” The uncertainty in her voice caught both of you off guard. Your youngest was many things- stubborn, determined, loud when she wanted to be, but hesitant was rarely one of them.
“Never.” You said warmly, softening your expression to let her know she was always welcome.
Toph patted the empty space on the mattress beside her. “Get in here, kid.”
Rin slipped into the room, letting the door click shut before padding softly across the floor. She climbed onto the bed with far less of her usual confident swagger, moving hesitantly before settling right between the two of you without a word. For a long moment, she simply stared down at her palms, turning them over as if expecting to see the glowing lava materialize out of thin air.
“I-.” She swallowed hard, her voice trembling. “I keep thinking about today.”
Toph stayed quiet, dropping her hand to the mattress to feel the subtle vibrations of Rin’s uneven breathing, giving her the space she needed to speak.
“What if I lose control again?” Rin asked softly, her shoulders hunching inward. “What if next time I hurt someone?”
You wrapped a reassuring arm around her shoulders, drawing her small frame close against your side. “You didn't hurt anyone today, sweetie.”
“But I could have,” Her bottom lip wobbled, the raw fear finally breaking through. You both knew she couldn't hurt a fly. But Rin was only fourteen and you understood how scary this must be for her especially given how she discovered it on accident.
Toph shifted, reaching over to rest a heavy, steady hand on her daughter's knee. “That's exactly why we train. Lavabending's no different from anything else. It's new, and it's scary. And until this morning, you didn't even know you could do it.”
Rin looked up, searching Toph's blind, pale eyes for any sign of deceit. “So... you don't think I'm dangerous?”
Toph gave a quiet, affectionate huff, a proud smirk breaking across her face. “Kid,” She said, reaching over to rough up Rin's hair until it stood on end. “I think you're a Beifong.”
For the first time since she'd poked her head through the door, a genuine laugh broke through Rin's anxiety. The nervous tension finally melted from her shoulders as she leaned heavily into both of you, letting herself just be a kid instead of carrying the weight of being extraordinary.
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Synopsis: You're what people call a classic bimbo. Pretty, slutty and most importantly... dumb as a rock. While on a hike you reveal your... extensive knowledge on insects and Sevik has never heard you say anything so intelligent. It creates a problem only you can fix.
Wc: 1k
Warnings: Oral (s!receiving), manhandling, hair pulling, face riding, praise kink, degradation, dacryphilia, slight humiliation, semi- public sex though they don't get caught.
Most of the time people labelled you as dumb, brainless, unintelligent, dense or their favourite a bimbo. These accusations weren't entirely inaccurate when a lot of the time you did lack basic common sense or say things that were a little... stupid. Like the time you asked who created gravity as if it were an invention and not a scientific force of nature.
Regardless of your stupidity, Sevika loved you. Worships the ground you walk on and is more than happy to keep her girl safe and out of dangerous situations you would find yourself in.
So when you started explaining the importance of bees on the romantic nature walk you had dragged her on, she was pleasantly surprised. "Everyone thinks they just make honey and sting people but they're so important for our planet- did you know that bees pollinate 80% of wildflowers and plants? That singlehandedly maintains the survival rate of countless species."
As you walk with your hand in hers, ranting about the little pollinators flying around the treeline Sevika is entranced, nearly tripping up on her own feet. Not once has she ever heard something so factual leave your mouth... and it's devastatingly attractive.
"Oh! And there's so many insects that pollinate that people wouldn't think! Like butterflies and beetles. That's why I always ask you to put the spiders outside instead of killing them. Babe are you listening to me?" The clicking of your bright pink, manicured nails right in her face snaps Sevika from her daze.
"Yeah- yeah absolutely baby. Butterflies and beetles hm?" Her hand in yours was sweating now and not from the heat.
"Keep going baby, tell me all about them. I'm listening I promise." Squeezing her hand you continue your little rant about pollination, nails digging into her skin every so often- which she adored. There was not one set of nails you've paid for yourself, Sevika loves keeping her girl maintained.
By the time you get to the top of the trail, Sevika is soaked with not only sweat but her boxers are ruined. The immediate switch from being an insect genius to asking how the sun goes down but doesn't fall onto earth is astonishing. And so very hot.
So hot that she didn't make it to the bottom of the trail without dragging you off into the trees to take care of her... problem. "Where are we going babe? I don't think this is a real trail..."
The furrow of your brows only worsened her need for you, often your brows furrowed with confusion- the world was confusing for you and it usually brought out her protective side though right now she was having a hard time feeling anything beyond the throbbing between her thighs. "Get on your knees baby, you got me all worked up and now you're gonna fix it."
"The ground is dirty!"
"You're face is about to be a lot more filthy than the ground." Though sevika was already stripping off her sweat soaked t-shirt and laying it on the forest floor for you to kneel on, leaving her in only her sports bra, muscles bulging, tense with need.
With the problem fixed you happily sink to your knees, hands deftly helping Sevika's larger ones to yank down her sport-style shorts to her ankles. With your ponytail wrapped around her fist she parts her thighs and you tug on her boxers, peeling the sodden fabric away from her folds. "Now tell me more about the bees, baby."
When your brows furrow with confusion she cuts off your protest before you can start. "Start talking, love. I'm going to make your pretty face useful while you educate me, yeah? Good girl."
Your lips part to start telling her about why bees die after stinging though it's immediately muffled as she uses her iron grip on your ponytail to pull you in, using your nose to grind her clit against it. A loud, guttural groan escapes her when your tongue darts out to taste her- a natural instinct.
Taking advantage of it Sevika pulls your hair tighter, gushing all over your tongue as tears spring to your eyes from the death grip she had on your hair. With the force of her hips grinding down on your face the tears spill, grey tinged lines rolling over your reddened, glistening cheeks. "Atta girl- look at you. Fucking filthy just how I like you..."
Quickly you'd given up on trying to tell her about the bees, instead fucking her sopping hole with your tongue. The sheer volume or arousal that was leaking from her hole smeared all over your face, in and on your nose, mixing with the tears rolling down to your chin... you'd never seen Sevika like this.
"Keep goin' justttt like that baby. Good girl." Her moans grew louder, needier as her climax approached, closing in on her with every lap of your tongue curling into her heat, nose bumping rhythmically against her clit sending waves of pleasure through every nerve ending.
With your nails dug into her meaty thighs you could feel the tremble and shake as Sevika finally fell over the edge. The musky, bitter yet slight sweet taste of her cum flooded your tongue, excess dripping down you chin as she let go. Her hand wrapped around your ponytail kept you still, unable to do anything but drink it down- not that you were complaining you loved making your girl feel good as much as Sevika did you.
Letting go of your hair Sevika pulls you to your feet, using her discared t-shirt to semi-clean your soaked, ruined face. "If I wasn't so jealous I'd make you walk back to the car like this, let everyone know what a dirty girl you are. You'd love that wouldn't ya? Everyone knowing what a slut you are for me?"
A small pouts works it's way to your lips as she drags you back onto the main trail even though it was true. The humiliation would be embarrassing yet your own panties were dampening even more than they already were from tasting Sevika at the thought.
When you get home you'll make sure to beg real pretty for Sevika to help you out... or maybe you'll let her sort it out on the drive home.
an: yesterday i finished her blushing hero by mariah rae birch and i was thinking about knight!ellie since then…. that definitely collided with my studying time but… welp. i MIGHT survive the presentation in a few hours. go read her blushing hero and other books from sapphic lady knights!!! not proofread. have fun and here is my masterlist!
sir williams. she was a cocky thing, that knight.
but when she was a young teen, she was an awkward, nervous and fumbling creature, like a small, clumsy fawn that was born not longer than a day ago.
she always knew that dresses and being the lady of the house was not for her. she liked getting dirty, liked strength-focused jobs, liked the smiles young ladies graced her with when she handed them her arm to help them get down the stairs.
she got gifted a handmade wooden sword on her thirteenth birthday and she fell in love with fighting and sparring. she knew then and there - she wanted to be a knight. a real one, respected by everyone, having ladies swooning over her with a simple wink.
and she did well. she achieved that, was respected in all the parts of kingdom. a bit of a womanizer even, when she got out of her awkward, nervous phase. she was still secretly a nerd, crazy about the stars and astrophysics and constellations. she just kept this part of her to herself.
she knew she was getting reckless. with age she wanted to prove everyone that she is still useful and can be great and powerful. she was an honored and valued knight of the kingdom, even serving the queen herself for a while. but she got careless. and the worst part? she could only blame herself.
it was almost embarrassing what happened to have her land here, in this little village up north of the kingdom, in a peaceful, small but cozy cottage with a stable for her horse, shimmer.
she was on her horse, making her way to the royal stables when a fox from the nearby woods ran in front of shimmer, scaring the horse, which ended up with ellie tumbling down, her unsheathed sword digging into her calf.
"that's what ya get for always wavin' that thing 'round. god damn it." mumbled joel, the stableman that ellie built a deep father-daughter relationship with as he helped her reach the healer. it was so obvious the old man was panicking that ellie ended up being the one to comfort him as she laid on a bed, having the healer hover nearby to fix this mess.
ellie was deemed retired the moment she had the sword out of her calf and everyone made sure she wouldn't die. it was cruel, ellie thought. she felt like they just threw her out the moment she got some trouble.
it wasn't like that, obviously - everyone valued her and if there was a chance this never happened, she would've been happily serving the crown in her own way. but it did happen. days, weeks, months of slow, painful and annoying recovery. the chances she could run as fast as she was able to year ago were... yeah. and, let's not lie to ourselves. ellie was getting older.
nearing her forties, which was an amazing age for a knight to reach. well, a retired knight now, but, still. a few gray hairs were visible in the mess of her naturally auburn choppy hairstyle.
everyone's priority was for ellie to get better. she had enough money to invest in a small cottage somewhere far away from the palace. she couldn't bear seeing these young knights often. she felt pain in her heart, and that phantom pain in her calf.
you entered her life as a housewarming‘gift’ from her knight friends - a maid that would cook and clean. they didn’t want ellie to be all alone, and you found it cute of them.
at first she was against this whole thing. a grumpy, oldish and retired knight had no right having a cheery, bubbly maid like you around. she was a bit depressed, feeling as if her life lost all her purpose. she was a knight, god damn it. not a house body. not someone that would settle down, especially not in a tiny village where everyone knew everyone’s business.
but you somehow made it. you wormed your way through her cold walls, reaching her soft, vulnerable heart.
“…don’t say anything about it. just— thought the dining room could use some colours.” she said one day, standing in front of you with one hand out, a bouquet of wildflowers clumsily tied with few grass strands. she looked almost nervous and it was adorable. she was adorable. with her freckles and few wrinkles, forest green eyes looking everywhere but at you until you took the messy bouquet from her.
“thank you, sir williams.” you replied, slowly walking towards the table to put the flowers in a pretty vase, gentle and soft.
“how many times do i have to say it? you can just call me ellie, seriously.” she said, stalking after you, her movements slow. she wasn’t using the cane she was supposed to carry all the time, that stubborn ass.
“you’re a knight. some respect is due, don’t you think?”
“a retired knight.” she sighed, hating that word, but wager to bring it up just to prove her point.
“still…” you whispered, turning around to face her, looking up at her with a slightly worried expression on your face, “there’s a hierarchy here.”
“is there?” she mused, one of her thick eyebrows raised as she kept her eyes on you. “you’ve been here, what, few months? every day i feel more and more tempted to drop it. ignore it. forget that you’re basically at work here.”
her words did catch you off guard a bit. you weren’t used to her using her charm on you. you never heard her tone turn this sultry before. ever since she retired, she thought it useless to continue flirting with ladies - ‘who would want a clumsy, stupid ex-knight like me?’ she thought, pretty sure she lost that ability.
“…you’re messing up my head. lord, i’m too old for you.” she sighed out loud, taking a step back and shaking her head.
you instinctively followed, taking a step forward to keep the space between you two as small as possible without your chests being pressed together.
“‘too old’? you’re not in your eighties, sir— …ellie.” you whispered her name under your breath, tasting it on your tongue, almost shivering. you imagined saying it out loud to her countless times, but this was the first time you actually, really did it.
“tell me to stop. tell me to back off, please.” she whispered, one of her hands moving to brush some of your hair behind your ear before she let her fingertips trail the way along your jawline.
her fingers, so calloused and yet so gentle, were making you melt into her touch. you couldn’t fight it. couldn’t forget about the way you two slowly got closer to each other with every single day. you remembered how hard it was to talk with her the first month of work. you two just coexisted then. now? now she can’t imagine breakfast without you hovering near. she can’t imagine coming back from her stable and finding the cottage empty. she needs you.
she found something else worth living for besides being a knight.
and she wasn’t about to let you go.
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Sevika 'loved' you so much, always keeping you safe from the dangers of the under city. Never letting you out alone at night, always keeping you close. She was so protective.
Which was why you never realised it was all a trap. Sevika was manipulating you in a way you'd never see it. Your virginity? You finally gave it up for her because she loved you. And she went as slow as you needed her too.
At first.
Nowadays she was little rough though that's the way she likes it and with everything she does for you, you don't want to complain if she pulls your hair to hard or spanks you hard enough to bruise. The small, hidden smiles that twitch at her lips the next day are always missed by you. She finds enjoyment watching you struggle to sit, never complaining about it.
Small, circular scars littered your forearms where Sevika puts out her cigarettes. She doesn't do it often, only when she's too tired to get put of bed to retrieve the ashtray. At first you offered to get up and get it for her, though she enjoyed cuddling you in bed way too much to let you up so she'd put it out on your skin. The next morning she'd always clean it up though and apologise, it was sweet how much she cared.
The Last Drop was off limits now too, it was too dangerous for you. That's what Sevika told you and you believed it, all she had ever done was to protect you. All those people she's punched and beaten, all those hits she's taken to save you. You owe it to her to listen, to keep safe.
Sevika prefers you at home, alone. 'Safe'. It makes her job a hell of a lot easier. Silco has been trying to get to your father for years, and now with you out of the picture and not hovering because you're too busy keeping yourself safe and Sevika happy it's easier for him to get to your father.
By the time Silco had what he needed and had killed your father, Sevika was bored. Bored with you and your mousey face. So she left, by the time you got home her things were gone from your apartment. When you tried to reach out to your friends they wouldn't answer, or if they did they didn't want to hear it- you'd ditched them, stopped hanging out with them for Sevika.
‧₊˚ ⋅ ❤︎ . . . after moving into the house right next door to ellie in jackson, you quickly settle in and find yourself welcomed by the community. ellie is thrown off by an accidental glimpse into one of your intensely private moments she never meant to see. what starts as a single awkward accident slowly turns into a heated fixation, with ellie constantly finding excuses to be wherever you are, noticing every little detail of your body, and struggling to ignore the dirty thoughts that keep flooding her mind. all the while, you remain completely unaware that your next-door neighbor is getting soaked thinking about you in ways she’d never dare admit out loud.
♡₊˚ ──── neighbor!ellie x reader . strangers to more , super smutty , ellie has a huge & pervy crush on u , panty stealing , she watches u in the window , ellie is possessive , pet names , slow burn . reblogs 'n comments greatly appreciated !!
𝒆𝒗𝒐'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 . . . ౨ৎ this is my first multi chapter writing piece ever and i’m so freaking excited !! :)
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౨ৎ older!sevika x controversially younger!reader ❜
── ♡ synopsis: the scariest woman of zaun has been leashed by none other than you.
── ♡ cw: big age gap, banter, sevika has tattoo(s) older than reader, sensitive!reader, pwp, insecure!sevika, petnames (sweetheart, babyface, angel, sweetheart), strap usage, biting, nipple play, getting interrupted mid-sex, secret relationship, cuddles post-sex
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“You don’t understand.”
You didn’t look away, you just smirked. “I think I do understand.”
“No, you don’t.” Sevika got up, “my tattoo’s older than you,” she said, referring to her forearm.
Your gaze left hers for a second so you could study the tattoo ink draped around her muscular arm—veiny, very strong and looked like she could easily hold you in a chokehold and fuck you crazy style. It made your smirk deepen, and you got up, too.
“That’s supposed to mean somethin’?” You asked, voice soft, but not exactly seductive.
Sevika groaned, “just go away, kiddo.”
“Kiddo—” you scoffed, repeating what sounded like an insult to you, “who are you calling kiddo?”
“You.”
Her reply pissed you off even more.
“Listen here, you—”
Sevika leaned down, her face inches away from yours. That made you stop speaking abruptly, rudely interrupted by her sudden proximity. Your eyes widened, and suddenly you lost all your breath. Your mouth felt like a desert.
It was like you’d swallowed a sack of sand dry.
“Don’t challenge me, sugar, you can’t handle me.”
You didn’t break eye contact as you leaned a little closer too, noses almost touching. Like you were challenging everything she knew.
“But I can.”
“You almost got thrown out until you showed your ID, babyface.”
Your cheeks went bright red.
“And that doesn’t mean anything! A woman can look young, it’s even considered a beautiful trait—”
You saw the way she rolled her silver eyes.
You and Sevika had been at this back and forth for quite some time. She was in her early forties while you were in your early twenties—the numbers made the older woman groan into her glass before she downed it in one go and immediately made the decision that—you and her could never work out.
But you weren’t about to let someone this hot just slip past your fingers like that.
So you pressed, and that’s how you ended up in this debate—
“Age doesn’t define anything. We’re both adults here.” You said, crossing your arms.
Sevika smirked softly, “and yet one of us still lives with her parents—”
You huffed. She continued on;
“—and it ain’t me.”
“Well, at least I don’t belong to the stone age!”
“Yeah, you belong in an ad for a sippy cup.” Sevika replied dryly.
“You’re a fucking asshole, you realise that?” You said, shaking your head.
Sevika snorted into her drink, “sure, sweetheart.”
You sighed, “you’re hopeless.”
You grabbed some cash from your purse and paid your tab, muttering “keep the change” to the bartender. You spared Sevika one last glare before you walked out for the bar, fuming—but at least you looked good.
The night in the Undercity was cold, the clouds gray and sky painted a deep midnight blue color as if the Lord could sense your gloominess. You couldn’t help sighing again. You’d really thought you could somehow convince Sevika to go out with you, and now that you were standing outside the bar alone—you felt stupid for even thinking she would want to go out with you.
Maybe if you were older, or at least looked the part—the thought would’ve been on the table but it felt… hopeless. You started walking towards the direction of your home.
The wind was soft, almost as if the weather was grieving with you, or perhaps trying to comfort you for what you thought you’d lost. The conversation replayed in your head. The way she had turned you away so causally, like you were just some other girl—like all those other girls who flirt with her on a daily basis.
When you thought about it like that—you wanted to cry, but you swallowed it all, and kept walking.
Behind you— the bar door opened. The sound of music erupted outside and then was drowned out as the door closed. You didn’t look back.
The sound of boots on concrete. Of course, it was her. Like she was rubbing salt on your raw wound.
“Kiddo.” she called.
You didn’t look back.
She sighed. “Sweetheart.”
You stopped walking.
“What do you want?”
Sevika didn’t answer. She walked up to you, standing beside you, “why did you storm out?”
You huffed a bitter laugh. “Seriously? You came all the way to ask me that? What the fuck’s—?”
“—wrong with me? I don’t know. Maybe it wasn’t right that I was rude to you, okay?”
Sevika exhaled deeply and rubbed her temples.
What a jerk. She was getting annoyed and riled up for what? Because SHE was rude to you? That’s bullshit.
You shook your head in disapproval, “I’m going home.”
“Wait—”
“If you’re not gonna be clear with me, maybe just take my number and talk to me when you’re not—I don’t know— under the effect of alcohol?”
“I’m not—I’m not tipsy.” Sevika said, face flushing—she’d never gotten told off like this before.
Maybe she liked it.
“Okay, gimme your number, kiddo.”
You crossed your arms, raising a brow.
Sevika stared.
“Well?”
“Say the magic word.”
“Oh my god.” Sevika paused. “You’re kidding.”
“I’m not.”
Sevika pressed her lips together in a thin line, patience thinning, but she bit her tongue and grumbled, “please.”
You smiled—slow, almost sensual.
“Good girl.”
You extended a hand. She gave you her phone and you dialed your number in it. You handed it back to her—but the moment she could take it, you pulled it back a little.
“Promise me you won’t play games with me like your other hoes?”
Sevika smirked faintly. “I promise.”
“Good.” You gave it back. “My last ex almost didn’t survive it.” you said sweetly.
Sevika’s mouth fell open slightly, but you were already walking back towards the direction of your house. She was left in a cliffhanger and that only irritated her further.
But it also intrigued her.
It intrigued a big part of her.
The first dates weren’t anything expensive and you didn’t expect something costly in a place like Zaun either. It was more so… discreet. You both enjoyed getting away from prying eyes of other people.
The rumours that the scariest woman of Zaun now had a serious date had spread like wildfire in a small place like the Undercity. You didn’t really mind as long as it didn’t interfere with Sevika’s work but sometimes it did get tiring.
So, you both came to the mutual agreement of keeping dates and kisses private.
The sky was dark gray-ish blue. Depressing. You both sat on the rooftop. Sevika smoked a blunt, staring at the faint stars of the night sky.
You sat beside her, swinging your legs back and forth before you asked—
“Do you ever wonder what it’s like living on the other side?”
Sevika looked over at you.
“Other side?”
“Piltover.”
“Oh.”
Silence for a few seconds. Then, Sevika hummed—yes. You waited for her answer. She took her time thinking before she spoke again;
“But then I remind myself, if I were there being a rich snob, I wouldn’t be here. Being me.”
You smiled a little.
“You really like all the gambling and violence shit?”
Sevika laughed—deep, rough, experienced. For a fleeting second, she wanted to throw a jab at you about being young and inexperienced and naïve but she thought against it. It wouldn’t be right.
Everyone experiences this phase of their life, Sevika herself was once this young too.
“I don’t—but it’s life here in the Undercity. Might as well get used to it, sweetheart.”
“I am used to it.” You looked down at the cityscape, “I just wished sometimes that our people also had some sort of… recognition.”
Sevika went silent.
This time it wasn’t smugness or her showing off how much more experienced she was in comparison to you. It was just thoughts clouding her mind. She took a deep inhale of the blunt and blew the smoke out. You watched it dissolve in the air.
Then—without warning—you snatched it from her and took a hit.
Sevika watched you with amused eyes.
“Damn, girl. Didn’t think you had it in you.”
You smiled a little, “I wasn’t born yesterday.”
This time when Sevika looked at you, half your face was illuminated by Zaun’s neon lights and the sight of you just sitting there—fuck, you looked so gorgeous.
It was like she was falling in love in real time, and Sevika hated how weak that made her feel. But nevertheless, before she could control herself, she said it.
“I really wanna kiss you right now.”
Your eyes widened slightly, lips parting a little.
“You always say that out loud?”
Sevika blushed.
“No…”
You kissed her, closing your eyes. She closed her eyes too, letting you taste the smoke on her breath. Your hands came up, wrapping around her. Sevika’s hand steadied on your waist, she devoured the kiss.
You both parted, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips to hers.
“Where do you wanna take this?” She asked.
“Wherever you’ll take me.” You answered.
You didn’t even notice when Sevika’s arm hooked under your knees, she picked you up and carried you off the rooftop, making you giggle and kick your feet in the air.
“You can’t just pick me up like that whenever you want, you know!”
“And who’s stopping me?”
Sevika laughed, walking down the stairs. She kicked the door of her apartment unit open, pushing past it using her shoulder to shove the door open. She closed it with one foot, and carried you to the bedroom.
“So, do you fuck like you’re in your forties as well?” You asked with a grin.
“Oh you’re gonna pay for that one.”
She laid you on the bed and tugged your jacket off, letting you lay in nothing but a skimpy little dress. You watched with half-lidded eyes as she reached for her own top, but she hesitated.
Your eyes filled with worry instantly. “Sevika…”
“I’m not exactly flawless… sweetheart.” She paused. “I’m—I’m scarred. From years of shit life has thrown at me. After you see it, you might want to leave…”
Your eyes softened, lips parting. For a few seconds, you were at loss for words.
“Sev… I’m not going anywhere.” You reached out, hand softly holding hers, “I’m staying right here. With you.”
Sevika looked like she’d cry right then but she didn’t and simply took her top off throwing it to the growing pile of clothes. Scars ran down her body like thunder strikes, some lighter than the others, and some still a little raw from brawls she’d had to fight for Silco. For herself. For surviving in a place like Zaun.
Every scar told a story.
And you couldn’t wait to find out what was hers.
Sevika’s silicone dick was so deep in you, it formed an imprint on your lower tummy. She folded you and fucked you however she pleased, guiding your legs over her shoulders.
“Fuck—baby, you look so good like this.”
She leaned down and captured one nipple between her teeth, biting it and twisting the other.
“W-wait—shit. You’re so rough!”
Sevika just growled low in her throat and fucked you harder. She moved like an animal, every thrust making her strap disappear all the way inside your tight hole. Your eyes clenched shut—the sound of sex filling the cramped apartment room.
The bed creaked obnoxiously as if every other slam of Sevika’s hips brought the furniture closer to its breaking point. You could hear the sound of the bed frame slamming into the wall as Sevika fucked you harder.
“Oh! F-fuuuuuck!”
You threw your head back, sweat running down your body as you came hard. Sevika fucked you through it, not pausing once.
Her bite marks covered the entire expanse of your chest in the next few minutes. Deep blue and purple bruising visible on your legs where she held you tightly, fucking into you relentlessly—like a fuck machine with no sense of exhaustion.
“Sev—Sevika—oh my god!” You cried out, tears mixing with your sweat.
“I know, baby, I know. You just look so fuckin’ pretty—takin’ all of this dick.”
Sevika grunted and slammed herself deeper inside one last time, feeling her own orgasm wash over herself in waves. She held herself inside you, trembling a little as she came down from the high.
“Come here, baby…” you muttered weakly, extending your hand to hold the side of Sevika’s face.
You cupped her cheek, bringing her in for a kiss.
The kiss was messy, needy, desperate. You both kissed each other as if the other was slipping away. Sevika’s strap was still lodged inside your cunt, and you didn’t ask her to take it out.
Being full felt good.
Sevika brushed her thumb over one of the bite marks, “people’ll know eventually that I fucked you.”
You smiled. “Why’s that matter?”
She didn’t answer immediately. But when she did, her tone was no longer flirtatious.
“They’ll come for you, dollface.”
“Sevika…?”
Sevika looked at you, gently pulling herself free from between your legs.
Before she could say anything, the doorbell rang. You blinked at her.
“Are you expecting visitors—?”
“No. Don’t come out.”
Sevika grabbed a shirt and hastily pulled it over, putting on her pants and buckling the belt as she walked to the door. You saw the way she squared her shoulders immediately as if she was expecting trouble. She walked up to it, and looked through the peephole.
“Neighbour,” she muttered under her breath.
Sevika opened the door, not too much, but enough to stare out with a facial expression that suggested she hated getting interrupted in sex.
“Dunno what you’re gettin’ on with your girl, but keep it low.”
You heard a gruff male voice say.
Sevika groaned in affirmation and stared at him dead in the eye. “This ain’t new, man, what’re you so prissy about all of a sudden?”
You could only hear their voices and eventually curiosity won. You crawled off the bed and grabbed your discarded jacket from the pile of clothes.
You put it on, thankful for it being big enough to cover your ass. You pulled it snug, ensuring none of your naked body was visible up to your mid-thighs.
Then you walked out.
“Who’s at the door?”
“Nobody.”
Sevika moved—barricading the door with her body.
“Sev, it’s fine, let me jus—”
“Go back inside.” She snapped.
You could see the man peeking over her shoulder. Bushy brows, brown eyes that suggested anything but pure intentions, and something about the look in his eyes made you feel queasy and before you knew it, you were obeying Sevika’s words without question.
You didn’t register what they talked about after, but soon after you made it back into the bedroom, Sevika came back inside.
She was fuming.
“I told you to stay inside.”
“I’m sorry, I just—I got curious.”
“Curiosity doesn’t keep you safe, bunny.” Sevika huffed a sigh, clearly upset.
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine.”
For a while, Sevika paced the room without saying anything.
You didn’t understand. You were pretty aware that Sevika had sex with multiple women before you, and according to what she’d just said a bit ago, she never bothered keeping it down and hearing sex sounds from her room was a natural occurrence.
Then how come when it was with you, it was suddenly such a secret?
You both were adults. There was nothing shameful in whatever you both had got going on.
“Sev?”
“Hmm?”
“Are you ashamed of being seen with me?”
“Ashamed?” She scoffed, “why’d you say that?”
“I don’t know. It kinda feels like it.” You looked away. “I’m probably younger than anybody you’ve been with before and… I don’t want to—y’know make you feel uncomfortable with our age gap.”
Sevika took a second to come up with a response. She sat by the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under her weight.
“Look at me, sweetheart.”
You looked.
“Yeah, I’m twice your age, but y’know damn well you’re old enough to take care of yourself out in a place like Zaun.”
You grinned slightly. “Maybe. I just don’t know why you’re hiding me then.”
Sevika reached out her flesh hand, stroking your hair, “cause you mean somethin’ to me. I don’t want anyone takin’ advantage of my absence to harm my pretty girl.”
Your cheeks flushed red at that and looked away, “you’re—you’re serious…”
“Yeah, I am.”
“Are you gonna do this forever?”
“What?”
“Hiding me from the world?”
Sevika paused. She kissed your head, letting her lips rest against your head for a bit longer than necessary.
“I just don’t want you gettin’ hurt, okay?”
“I understand that, but… I don’t wanna be a secret forever.”
“Just for a little bit, okay? Just until we figure out something safer for our people and I promise I’ll give you the life you deserve.”
“You don’t have to make me that promise. It’s a lot of pressure for someone as old as you.” You joked.
Sevika rolled her eyes, “you make it hard to love you, kiddo.”
“Alright, grandma.”
Sevika sighed and pressed another kiss to your head.
“Get some rest now. Lord knows you need your beauty sleep or whatever.”
You swatted her playfully. “What’re you gonna do? Knit me a sweater? Come cuddle with me!”
Sevika—someone who thought she’d never hear that in her 44 years of living—was genuinely a little shocked at the plea, but she didn’t push you away. She got in bed and pulled you on top of her effortlessly.
“I think I’ve loved you since I met you. I just mistook it for curiosity.” —Alice Oseman, Solitaire
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╰┈➤Pairing: Toph x reader
a/n: I’m having a bad strike where I don’t like anything I write, sorry if I’m not been very active lately. My writing is definitely not great this days.
Summary: She really wants to marry you.
wc: 1.4K
Contains: fluff, soft kisses, PDA(I think), soft Toph, mentions of marriage, bad writing.
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Toph was lying on your chest, listening to your heartbeat. She'd been doing that quite a bit lately. Not because you were sick and near death or anything, but because she liked feeling you close. Not just by touch, but in a way that was a little bit more intimate, close, and intangible.
Her blindness gave her abilities and intensified her senses. Hearing people's heartbeats was completely normal and something she was used to, but your heart had always been special to her. She liked the way it beat, even though your heart beat exactly like everyone else's; she'd always argue with that fact.
Your heartbeat was special.
Toph sighed. She felt rested, despite only lying on your chest and not having slept at all in the last few hours. Maybe she'd even take a nap now. It was the perfect day for it.
Your hands in her hair only relaxed her further and encouraged her to make that fantasy of falling into Morpheus's arms a reality.
"Have you ever thought about marriage?"
That was all it took to fully rouse her. Almost as if a lightning bolt had suddenly struck, startling her and causing any trace of relaxation to leave her body.
But what was that question? Was it a hint or just a question thrown into the air?
It didn't seem serious; your heart rate remained the same. It was almost as if the question itself didn't matter to you, nor did the answer. Perhaps a simple way to make conversation... however strange it seemed.
Still, she didn't want to get her hopes up. Toph had to be careful with these things, especially with you.
Not always, but you've had your moments when you've managed to trick her with your sudden questions. She has managed to annoy you without even knowing why.
"No...?" she murmured hesitantly.
You made a sound and she felt you shrug, but you didn't say anything else. Which only confused her more. Why would you ask such a thing and not continue the conversation?
Understanding you, wasn't exactly easy. Especially when she couldn't see your face and relied solely on her senses, which also didn't detect anything unusual.
"Did you?" she asked tentatively, trying to get somewhere with this conversation.
She refused to leave it hanging; you had brought it up, now she wanted to know.
There was silence before you answered, but it wasn't awkward. Which Toph knew because there was no heaviness spoiling the beautiful moment you two were sharing, and because it was the first time your heartbeat had changed.
But it wasn't for the worse. In fact, you were still just as relaxed, but as if you were hesitant to offer the answer, and at the same time, it seemed like a nostalgic heartbeat.
"The truth is, yes." You finally said. Toph nodded, encouraging you to continue. A heartbeat like that didn't have such a short answer. "It was something I dreamed about when I was little."
"You don't anymore?" the dark-haired woman asked curiously.
She was curious if you were smiling, and her heart skipped a beat at the thought that you were.
There were so many things she hated about being blind, but if she had to choose the worst of all, it was the fact that she could never truly know you. There would always be things she would choose to believe. Empty memories, devoid of any real structure.
The truth was, she wanted to have everything about you in her memory. A portrait of your face etched in her mind. She wanted to know so much, and it saddened her that she couldn't.
At that moment, you touched her chin, her eyes opened, and instinctively, she turned toward you. Yet the same darkness still enveloped her.
"What are you thinking about, Toph?" you murmured gently.
She took your hand, but avoided answering the question.
She felt your lips touch her forehead, and hot blood rushed to her cheeks, betraying all her shame. It was a shame, because she wasn't gentle and tender. Much less calm, but you softened her heart.
The sound of your laughter was worth any pain.
"Don't avoid my question," the woman complained with feigned suspicion.
She heard you sigh and felt your body relax again. She had a faint feeling you nodded, but she couldn't be sure.
"I guess so," you finally replied.
"You guess?" she asked curiously.
"Well... you don't want to, do you? You've never seemed particularly interested," you said. There was no malice or hidden meaning.
It was a simple observation that meant exactly what you saint. Even so, Toph wanted to believe there was something you were hiding behind those words.
Behind everything you said. She always tried to believe there was something deeper to consider, something to take into account.
You were special, and she wanted to make you feel that way all the time.
To make you understand how she saw you, since she would never be physically able to do so.
"Anyway, it's not something I need," you added without waiting for a response. "I don't need it. I just want to be with you."
You leaned in again, but this time you kissed her, and Toph smiled affectionately. It was a tender and sweet kiss. One of those kisses that makes you want to stop time and stay in that moment forever.
The girl sighed in relief and touched your cheek affectionately.
"We're fine like this," you said.
"But do you want to?" she insisted.
"I'd love to," you replied without hesitation. "The truth is, the idea excites me," you whispered sweetly.
Toph sat up straight, leaving the comfort of your chest, and shrugged with a smile.
"Then let's get married."
Your heart seemed to leap, and truthfully, hers was racing just as fast. It might be crazy, but... she was sure of the proposal she was making.
Whether you got married or not, it didn't matter to her at all.
The idea of marrying you made her happy, and if you were excited about it, well... it made sense, right? You should do it if they wanted to.
She heard you sighed, but also heard that soft laugh of yours.
"Toph—... now?" you asked incredulously.
"Surely somewhere will accept us, how does this work?"
"I don't know, Toph." You replied, laughing, as she got out of bed. "What are you doing?"
"I want to marry you, y/n." She said, suddenly excited.
"You've never wanted to get married, Toph. We don't have to get married just because I want to. I'm fine like this." You replied simply and settled back down on the bed. "Come on, lie down."
The woman groaned softly before lying back down on your chest. She kissed your neck affectionately and snuggled up to you.
"I wouldn't mind marrying you," she said, her eyes now closed. "Now, tomorrow. Whenever you want."
"But you've never wanted to. What's with this sudden desire?" you asked curiously.
"I've never been interested, but we're already together. Why wouldn't I want to marry you? I have everything with you, but let's be selfish. Let's have a little more." Toph murmured sweetly.
And even though there was silence, your heart betrayed everything you didn't say. Toph knew what she'd just said made you happy and she was glad to know it pleased you.
She was happy to think about a future with you, with or without a wedding.
And even though she hadn't said it out loud, the thought of marrying you was starting to excite her.
"Toph..." she heard you murmur.
"Yes?"
For a moment, she thought you weren't going to say anything else; your lack of response and the length of the silence only suggested that, but you never failed to surprise her. It was one of the reasons she'd fallen in love with you in the first place.
"We're going to get married."
That's what you said, and she couldn't have been happier.
Toph smiled with excitement. In fact, no... she was excited like a little girl who'd just been given candy. Almost as if she'd been waiting all this time to marry you.
She kissed you in a fit of euphoria and let out a joyful sound before standing up as she heard you laugh.
"Come on, come on," the woman said, and felt your bare feet touch the ground after a moment.
She was ready.
You were getting married and she couldn’t wait to make you her wife.
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!
𝑐𝑤 ﹕ crazy n obsessive ex gf jinx , femme!reader , stalking , kidnapping , forceful drug use , cnc , dubcon , knife n blood play , hair pulling , fingering , slapping , bruising , spit , praising , degradation . .
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𝑎𝑛 ﹕ i apologize for how long this took to finish . . my sleep schedule is wack , finally got my ipad so i have been drawing lots n ugh there’s so much drama going on . . anyways , i really hope this is okay n i did proofread but it is 1 am so if there’s spelling n grammar mistakes i will fix it in the morning !
𝑠𝑑𝑡 ﹕ @dolirust missing uuuuu !!
leaving your old town was the only decision you could make to escape your past , to escape her.
a fresh start was something you craved , n this gloomy , desolate place seemed like the perfect fit.
you started to adjust to this new life. a new job , picking up old hobbies , decorating what you thought would be your forever home.
n although you were happy , you never quite felt safe. since you arrived you’ve always been on high alert. checking over your shoulder when you’re walking alone , sticking to large crowds in open settings , testing each lock on your doors n windows before bed , staying private on all social media.
‘there’s no way she’ll find me . .’ you told yourself , n you believed it.
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your shift ran way longer than expected , the streets empty n quiet. the tall lamps flicker , barely illuminating the darkened sidewalks.
you’re wearing a skirt n sweater paired with thigh highs n boots. you didn’t plan on leaving this late , n it’s much colder than before.
you look down at your phone , headphones on , completely oblivious. thinking back on it now , you should’ve been more careful.
you decide to take a shortcut to your neighbourhood through a poorly lit alleyway. as you walk , you try to ignore your gut feeling that something is wrong.
it’s murky , industrial pipes creaking above your head. fog hovers low above the ground , obscuring the muddy puddles hidden beneath the mist.
an abrupt , loud crash snaps your head around , your heart rate immediately picking up. you stumble backwards , keeping your gaze locked on the shadows where the noise came from.
blind to your surroundings , your back suddenly collides with something , someone. you turn , eyes widening. ‘m so sorry!’ you sense something isn’t right , n it doesn’t help that you can’t see whoever you’ve just run into.
‘i- i didn’t mean to bump into you . . i think there’s something-‘ you’re cut off by a sharp pain that spreads through your neck , your vision blurred , words slurring , then everything goes black.
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a pounding sensation behind your eyes slowly lulls you out of the groggy state you were forced into , your arms n legs bound together.
you look around the room , trying to figure out where you are. you’re in some abandoned building by the shattered glass , piles of filth , n vandalized concrete walls.
‘mmph . .’ you whine , wiggling against the restraints. your wrists are sore , the rope cutting into them.
‘you’re finally awake.’ your heart drops , you recognize that voice from anywhere. she steps into view , her long braids swaying with every step.
‘j-jinx . . ?! n-no .. please- why are you doing this ?’ you whispered , those unsettling neon pink eyes of hers meeting yours. she leans down , a smug smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.
‘don’t you get it?’ her finger traces along your jaw. you flinch n pull away , goosebumps rising up your neck. her hand grips the back of your hair , forcing you to look at her. ‘we’re meant to be together.’
you wince , holding back tears. ‘let me go.’ you mutter , sounding more like a beg than a demand. she chuckles , pulling her knife out of her pocket.
‘i’m gonna give you a 2-minute head start to run from me.’ the blade pushes between the rope , freeing your hands. ‘n when i catch you , i’m gonna use you in every way i please.’ the binds around your ankles fall which prompts jinx to move aside , then she slowly begins counting.
‘one , two , three , four . .’ you can barely process what she’s just said as you struggle to stand up , the side effects of whatever drug she gave you making you feel dizzy n confused. you push through it , hurrying out of the room quickly. her voice echoes as you start to run down the long hallway , glass shards cracking underneath you with every step.
you turn the corner , another long hallway. you hear her crazed laughter , you know she’s coming. almost all the doors are boarded up , debris blocking the stairs.
‘mm- shit!’ you frantically look around searching for an escape to get away from her.
a half-open door catches your eye n you hurry inside , closing it behind you. you’re met with concrete stairs , unsure of where they lead. but you go down them , her footsteps only getting closer.
‘can’t wait to catch you.’ she giggles. she’s moving quicker , clearly using shimmer to her advantage.
you’re met with yet another dark hallway , a red light flashing every few seconds. you continue to run , your legs feeling weak.
the lack of light causes you to trip , falling down onto your stomach. you crawl forward , desperately trying to get up , but she catches up to you , hovering over you like the prey that you are.
‘hm! that was fun , i win.’ she forces your hands behind your back , tying them together with that same rope from before. it stings , the skin still raw. she roughly grabs you , dragging you to your feet. she leads you further down the hall . . n her grip on your arm is so tight you know it’ll leave a bruise.
‘knew you’d go this way , made sure you would.’ it’s sadistic how much she’s enjoying this , n you’re starting to feel hopeless.
‘p-please . . don’t-’ you whine , which earns you a chuckle in response. ‘i told you , i’d have my way with you whether you like it or not.’
as you turn the corner , she unlocks one of the doors with a key. she shoves you inside , closing it behind her.
her body pushes against your back , pinning you against the wall. your little whimpers are music to her ears , her hands lifting your skirt.
‘mmph- jinx . .’ she runs a finger over your clothed cunt , chuckling at the damp spot. ‘you’re enjoying this , huh?’ you want so badly to deny it . . but the thrill of her chasing you , tying you up . . you nod , looking at her with puppy eyes.
she slides your panties down , your slick sticking to your inner thighs. ‘look atchu , so fucking pathetic.’ she taunts , her fingers finding their way between your folds.
‘mmh . .’ you wiggle your hips against her fingers , trying to gain any kind of friction. ‘so eager.’ she pulls out her knife , your doe eyes widening at the sight. she moves the handle to your mouth , titling her head.
‘open , get it nice n wet for me.’ you part your lips , tongue swirling around the hilt. ‘just like that.’ drool spills from the edges , clinging to your chin as you continue coating her knife with your spit.
when she’s satisfied , she removes it slowly , muffling a groan with a smile. her free hand pulls your waist toward her , your face still pushed against the cement wall.
‘hmph- what’re you doing . .’ she loves your confused whines , lining up the handle with your leaking hole. ‘just shut up n take it.’ she slams it inside you , making you mewl. ‘ngh! f-fuck!’
she holds the blade in her bare hand , letting it cut into her skin. ‘yeah? god look at you . .’ blood drips from her hand onto the ground , staining her skin.
‘agh! y-you’re- bleeding . . mmph!’ you knew she was crazy , but this was a whole other level. ‘mhm . . feel good?’ you nod quickly , trying so desperately to hold yourself up.
‘ngh- m’ so- need . . mm!’ your pleas turn into babbles , n jinx is quite amused. ‘what do you need , hm?’ her free hand squeezes the skin on your ass before leaving a painful slap. ‘hmmph! m’ feels s’good- mmmh ..’ she chuckles , hand meeting your skin again. ‘know you need it , know you’ve been thinking of me since you left.’
you hate that she’s right. ‘mmph- n-no . . i- haven’t ..’ it’s pathetic how you try to lie while letting her use you in any way she wants. ‘hmm . . don’t lie to me.’ she slaps your ass again , the impact more intense than the last.
‘admit it.’ you wince , tears pricking your eyes. ‘ngh- m’ sorry- i have . . been-‘ you mumble , cutting yourself off with your choked up moans. ‘hm? you’ve been what?’ she slows down , that feeling you’re so needy for disappearing.
‘p-please! mmh!’ you squirm , voice cracking. ‘you’ve been what?’ she repeats herself , digging her nails into your hip. ‘been thinking about you . . everyday- i need you , p-please .. please-‘ she resumes fucking your little hole , those wines n babbles of yours filling the room again.
‘m- m’gonna cum . . mm! please-‘ she doesn’t stop , humming in approval as she kisses your arm. your cunt makes the nastiest sounds , forming a milky ring at the base of the handle. your legs begin to shake , that pretty mess of yours dripping down her knife. ‘fuck . .’ she groans , pulling it out of you agonizingly slow.
your chest moves up n down rapidly , eyes feeling heavy. ‘did so good for me . .’ she muffles your whimper with a kiss , n you feel her smile against you. when she pulls away , you whine in protest.
‘shh , be patient.’ she brings her knife to the rope around your wrists once more , slicing it through. your arms ache from being in that position for so long , the pattern indented on your skin.
you immediately turn your focus on her , hands cupping her face as you kiss her again. she drops her knife , the metal clinking against the floor. her bloody hand snakes around your neck , tongue invading your mouth.
she tugs on the bottom of your sweater , lifting it over your head. she slides her hands to your tits , smearing blood over your lacy bra.
‘i’ve fucking missed you-‘ she groans , kissing down your body while leaving bite marks here n there. she eventually gets on her knees , looking up at you with hunger n desperation in her eyes.
her hands hold both of your hips , positioning herself perfectly between your legs. she laps at your sweetness , her whines muffled by your pretty little cunt.
‘ngh- mmhm! d-don’t stop , mmh . . please-‘ you subconsciously grind against her mouth , your head thrown back. she had no plans on stopping. infact , she wanted to see how far she could push you.
she knows you’re getting close again , you’ve always been so easy. the knot in your stomach is overwhelming , your fingers tangled in her hair. ‘m’gonna cum again- mmph .. shit- ngh!’ you sob as your orgasm crashes through you , tears streaking down your pink cheeks.
you’re shaky , mascara smudged. jinx stands up , wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. ‘you can’t get rid of me . . you know that , right?’
‘mmhm . .’ you nod , knowing there’s no way out of this. and honestly ? you don’t want it any other way. ‘good.’ she kisses your wet cheek , her thumb wiping the stray tears. ‘n if you try to leave . .’ she grabs your face , your lips pushed into a pout. you shake your head , batting your lashes at her. ‘knew you’d give up eventually.’
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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!
