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<𝟑 .ᐟ your morning plans get canceled by your girlfriend
warnings: nsfw, fingering, fem reader, maybe slight grammar mistakes
authors note: lemme know if you want a pt 2!!
**edit: I posted the part 2 gang, here. pt II
────୨ৎ────
The morning sunlight peeks through the tent, casting a soft glow across your face and gently pulling you from sleep. Beside you, Toph is still fast asleep, her expression unusually peaceful. Dark, messy locks spill across her pillow, a few loose strands falling over her face. One arm rests heavily across your waist, holding you in place even in her dreams.
You watch her for a moment, your heart giving a small, traitorous flip.
Then you remember your plan.
Carefully, slowly, you begin to slip out from beneath her arm. This little camping trip just so happens to be near a natural hot spring, and the thought of a quiet morning soak after days of hard work sounds like heaven.
You rise onto your tiptoes, easing away from the sleeping mat.
“Woah!”
The dirt beneath your feet shifts, sending you slipping backwards straight into a pair of strong arms.
“Nuh-uh,” Toph mumbles, her voice rough with sleep.
In one smooth motion, she flips you onto your back, her arms still wrapped firmly around you.
“Toph,” you whisper, half laughing, half protesting. You had already talked about your hot spring plan the night before. Although she didn’t completely understand why you were so excited for what seemed like a simple bath, which you can literally have at home.
“Hot spring can wait,” she cuts in, her grip tightening just slightly. “You’re not going anywhere, sweetcheeks.” Seems she woke up in the right mood.
Her hand slides under the hem of your sleep shirt, calloused palm going over the curve of your waist, then higher, thumb brushing the underside of your breast. You shiver. The sensation ticklish against your ribs.
You try to wriggle free, but she catches your wrists, hands gliding over your palms to intertwine your fingers with hers. The earth beneath you shifts just enough to cradle your back like a custom-made pillow, her bending making the dirt soft and warm.
“Stay,” she orders, and kisses you slow and deep, tongue going into your mouth until you’re arching up into her. One hand slips away from your own and slips between your bodies and grips your hip. Her knee pushing your thighs wider apart so she can grind down against you.
“Toph…fuck—”
“That’s the idea.” She nips at your bottom lip. Going lower to trails hot open-mouthed kisses down your throat while her fingers dip under the waistband of your shorts. Two thick digits slide through your folds, teasing your entrance before pushing in with zero hesitation. You gasp, hips jerking, and she chuckles darkly against your collarbone.
“Greedy this morning, huh?” She curls her fingers just right, thumb circling your clit in lazy strokes that make your toes curl. “Thought you wanted to leave me all alone in this sleeping bag. Now look at you. Already clenching around me like you can’t get enough.”
You moan, thighs trembling around her hips. She keeps the pace torturously slow, her body a solid weight keeping you exactly where she wants you. Every time you try to rock up faster she presses you back down to the ground.
“Not yet,” She adds a third finger, stretching you open, scissoring gently while her mouth finds your nipple and sucks hard enough to make you whine. “Gonna make you come nice and slow first. Then maybe I’ll let you drag me to that hot spring.”
Catching your lips in a kiss, tongue once again sliding into your mouth. You moan into the kiss, feeling heat pooling in your lower stomach. You’d have this to relax over any hot spring any day of the week. And she can feel it all. Every flutter, every hitch in your breath, every time your heartbeat spikes and she narrates it in that smug, sleepy voice that drives you crazy.
“Your thighs are shaking already… and you’re getting so much wetter. You love when I keep you right here, don’t you?” She pumps her fingers deeper, curling them against that spongey spot that makes stars burst behind your eyes, thumb continuing its lazy circles on your clit.
“Come on, sweetheart,” she growls against your lips. “Let me feel it. Give it to me.”
You break with a choked cry, back arching off the ground as pleasure crashes through you in long, rolling waves. Toph rides it out with you, fingers working you through it, murmuring filthy praise against your skin the whole time. “That’s it… good girl… fuck, you feel perfect around me” All while she drinks in every twitch and gasp like it’s her favorite song.
When you finally go limp, panting and boneless, she doesn’t pull out right away. She just rests her forehead against yours, fingers still buried deep, giving one last lazy curl that makes you whimper and clench around her again.
“Still wanna go to the hot spring right now?” she teases, voice low and satisfied. She finally slides her fingers free, bringing them up to her mouth to lick them clean
You stare, your eye twitching slightly. “As a matter…of fact…I do.” You say in between pants. She stays on top of you for a moment longer before rolling over to your side. Stretching her legs and arms. “Okay then, I’ll come with.”
ᯓ★ warnings and contents: some nsfw stuff, maybe small grammar mistakes, not very organized, my bad jokes
ᯓ★ author’s note: I’m resisting the urge to change my layout style every five minutes. I’m thinking of doing a series of this with the rest of gaang. I have Zuko ready but I need to do some corrections. And yes the title is inspired by that one joke sokka made.
▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||| 0:10
⋮ ⌗ ┆Extreme no bullshit energy so she was pretty forward about her interest in you. She’s impossible to ignore. Will earthbend a rock under your foot so you stumble into her arms, and act like YOU slipped.
⋮ ⌗ ┆A show off but not a try hard. Her average level bending is mind blowing already she just makes sure you’re there to see it. With an occasional muscle flex. She’ll finish, wipe her brow, and say, "Oh, you’re here too? Guess I got carried away."
⋮ ⌗ ┆Brings you gifts. But doesn’t call them gifts. A perfectly smooth pebble she bent into a tiny shape of a heart. A custom metal bracelet. She plays it off like it’s nothing.
“Found it lying around, figured it’d look good on you”
She’s internally thrilled when you wear it.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ She runs warm. On cold nights, she is basically a human space heater. She’ll pull you under the blankets and grumble about you being cold while holding you closer to warm you up.
⋮ ⌗ ┆Not a hug freak but doesn’t stop you from indulging. Likes tighter hugs, ones where you are basically trying to crush her ribs. Will tease you about your grip and challenge you to do it harder.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ She loves catching you off guard. You’ll be doing dishes or reading, and she’ll just grab your collar, and kiss you thoroughly before walking away like nothing happened.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ She loves sparring with you. Even if you’re not a bender, she’ll adjust, teach you, push you just enough.
⋮ ⌗ ┆Protective but not overbearing. She wouldn’t like someone being overprotective of her for no reason so she returns that energy. But she will come running if you need it and the situation is more than you can handle. If you are stubborn about it she will tell you, “I know you can handle yourself. But if anyone tries anything, I’ll bury them.”
⋮ ⌗ ┆If you get flustered easily, she will tease you. If you get flustered because of HER, she will tease you tenfold. Will not push it past to a point where you are uncomfortable though.
⋮ ⌗ ┆Reads you pretty well, if you are having a tough day she will know without you telling her. Doesn’t pressure you into talking about it, believes that you know that she is there for you if you do decide to share.
⋮ ⌗ ┆Shared showers. Toph loves the feeling of hot water on sore muscles. She loves it even more when you’re there with her. Her strong hands always manage to apply just the right amount of pressure when massaging you.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ If you like brushing and braiding her messy dark locks after she washes it, that’s a sacred time for her now. Toph pretends to hate sitting still.
“I’m not some delicate little flower, sweetcheeks”
The second your fingers start working through her hair she goes completely quiet, leaning back into your touch like she’s melting.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ She is incredibly tactile. If she’s sitting, she’s leaning on you. If she’s standing, she’s got an arm around your shoulder. She just wants to be touching you. Will absolutely use you as an arm rest if you’re shorter than her.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ You two bicker sometimes, that woman is as stubborn as a rock (haha…get it?). But Toph never stays mad long. She’ll disappear into the backyard for ten minutes, then come back and sit next to you. Taking your hand in hers. Apologizing if she was wrong.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ Since she can't see what you're wearing, she judges your outfits based on the sound and feel of the fabric. She loves when you wear silk because it "swishes" when you walk and is smooth to the touch. But in all honesty she doesn’t care that much about what you’re wearing.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ She will mimic the way you walk when you’re annoyed. "Oh, look at me, I’m [Name] and I stomp my left foot slightly harder when I’m hungry." She thinks it’s hilarious but it’s terrifyingly accurate.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ Toph is a heavy cuddler. She doesn't just put an arm around you, she drapes her entire body weight over you like a weighted blanket and expects you to not complain. If you’re sitting on the couch, expect her to end up with her legs across your lap and her head on your chest.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ Toph Beifong asks nobody for anything most of the time. Except somehow she ends up asking YOU to read things to her, to describe colors, sunsets, the night sky. She’d never frame it as vulnerability but it absolutely is.
゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ NSFW
⋮ ⌗ ┆ She’s unapologetically dominant and loves using her strength. Toph pins you down without even trying. Those thick, veined arms caging you in, her heavy thigh slotting between yours so you can’t close them. She’ll earthbend the ground beneath you into restraints if she wants your wrists or ankles held exactly where she likes. “Stay right there, sweetcheeks. I’m not done with you yet.”
⋮ ⌗ ┆ She feels everything. Every flutter of your walls around her fingers, every spike in your heartbeat, exactly how wet you get when she groans in your ear.
“Fuck, you’re dripping down my hand already. Heart’s racing like you’re about to come just from me talking. Greedy little thing.”
⋮ ⌗ ┆ Toph never shuts up. She’ll edge you for hours.
“That’s it, clench around my fingers like a good girl. You gonna come already? I can feel how close you are… but you don’t get to until I say so.” The second you do come she praises you in that same rough voice. “There she is… fuck, you sound so pretty when you fall apart for me.”
⋮ ⌗ ┆ She loves the full-body contact. Your slick pussies grinding together, her powerful hips controlling every roll. She’ll hook one of your legs over her shoulder or pin you beneath her so she can thrust harder, chasing that perfect slide of your clits until you’re both shaking and soaking each other.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ Toph eats you out like she’s starving. She’ll hold your thighs apart with those her hands, tongue and lips working you until your hips are bucking against her face. She also loves when you sit on her face, hands locked on your ass, pulling you down harder so she can bury herself in you.
ᯓ★ warnings and contents: some nsfw stuff, maybe small grammar mistakes, not very organized, my bad jokes
ᯓ★ author’s note: I’m resisting the urge to change my layout style every five minutes. I’m thinking of doing a series of this with the rest of gaang. I have Zuko ready but I need to do some corrections. And yes the title is inspired by that one joke sokka made.
▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||| 0:10
⋮ ⌗ ┆Extreme no bullshit energy so she was pretty forward about her interest in you. She’s impossible to ignore. Will earthbend a rock under your foot so you stumble into her arms, and act like YOU slipped.
⋮ ⌗ ┆A show off but not a try hard. Her average level bending is mind blowing already she just makes sure you’re there to see it. With an occasional muscle flex. She’ll finish, wipe her brow, and say, "Oh, you’re here too? Guess I got carried away."
⋮ ⌗ ┆Brings you gifts. But doesn’t call them gifts. A perfectly smooth pebble she bent into a tiny shape of a heart. A custom metal bracelet. She plays it off like it’s nothing.
“Found it lying around, figured it’d look good on you”
She’s internally thrilled when you wear it.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ She runs warm. On cold nights, she is basically a human space heater. She’ll pull you under the blankets and grumble about you being cold while holding you closer to warm you up.
⋮ ⌗ ┆Not a hug freak but doesn’t stop you from indulging. Likes tighter hugs, ones where you are basically trying to crush her ribs. Will tease you about your grip and challenge you to do it harder.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ She loves catching you off guard. You’ll be doing dishes or reading, and she’ll just grab your collar, and kiss you thoroughly before walking away like nothing happened.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ She loves sparring with you. Even if you’re not a bender, she’ll adjust, teach you, push you just enough.
⋮ ⌗ ┆Protective but not overbearing. She wouldn’t like someone being overprotective of her for no reason so she returns that energy. But she will come running if you need it and the situation is more than you can handle. If you are stubborn about it she will tell you, “I know you can handle yourself. But if anyone tries anything, I’ll bury them.”
⋮ ⌗ ┆If you get flustered easily, she will tease you. If you get flustered because of HER, she will tease you tenfold. Will not push it past to a point where you are uncomfortable though.
⋮ ⌗ ┆Reads you pretty well, if you are having a tough day she will know without you telling her. Doesn’t pressure you into talking about it, believes that you know that she is there for you if you do decide to share.
⋮ ⌗ ┆Shared showers. Toph loves the feeling of hot water on sore muscles. She loves it even more when you’re there with her. Her strong hands always manage to apply just the right amount of pressure when massaging you.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ If you like brushing and braiding her messy dark locks after she washes it, that’s a sacred time for her now. Toph pretends to hate sitting still.
“I’m not some delicate little flower, sweetcheeks”
The second your fingers start working through her hair she goes completely quiet, leaning back into your touch like she’s melting.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ She is incredibly tactile. If she’s sitting, she’s leaning on you. If she’s standing, she’s got an arm around your shoulder. She just wants to be touching you. Will absolutely use you as an arm rest if you’re shorter than her.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ You two bicker sometimes, that woman is as stubborn as a rock (haha…get it?). But Toph never stays mad long. She’ll disappear into the backyard for ten minutes, then come back and sit next to you. Taking your hand in hers. Apologizing if she was wrong.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ Since she can't see what you're wearing, she judges your outfits based on the sound and feel of the fabric. She loves when you wear silk because it "swishes" when you walk and is smooth to the touch. But in all honesty she doesn’t care that much about what you’re wearing.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ She will mimic the way you walk when you’re annoyed. "Oh, look at me, I’m [Name] and I stomp my left foot slightly harder when I’m hungry." She thinks it’s hilarious but it’s terrifyingly accurate.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ Toph is a heavy cuddler. She doesn't just put an arm around you, she drapes her entire body weight over you like a weighted blanket and expects you to not complain. If you’re sitting on the couch, expect her to end up with her legs across your lap and her head on your chest.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ Toph Beifong asks nobody for anything most of the time. Except somehow she ends up asking YOU to read things to her, to describe colors, sunsets, the night sky. She’d never frame it as vulnerability but it absolutely is.
゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ NSFW
⋮ ⌗ ┆ She’s unapologetically dominant and loves using her strength. Toph pins you down without even trying. Those thick, veined arms caging you in, her heavy thigh slotting between yours so you can’t close them. She’ll earthbend the ground beneath you into restraints if she wants your wrists or ankles held exactly where she likes. “Stay right there, sweetcheeks. I’m not done with you yet.”
⋮ ⌗ ┆ She feels everything. Every flutter of your walls around her fingers, every spike in your heartbeat, exactly how wet you get when she groans in your ear.
“Fuck, you’re dripping down my hand already. Heart’s racing like you’re about to come just from me talking. Greedy little thing.”
⋮ ⌗ ┆ Toph never shuts up. She’ll edge you for hours.
“That’s it, clench around my fingers like a good girl. You gonna come already? I can feel how close you are… but you don’t get to until I say so.” The second you do come she praises you in that same rough voice. “There she is… fuck, you sound so pretty when you fall apart for me.”
⋮ ⌗ ┆ She loves the full-body contact. Your slick pussies grinding together, her powerful hips controlling every roll. She’ll hook one of your legs over her shoulder or pin you beneath her so she can thrust harder, chasing that perfect slide of your clits until you’re both shaking and soaking each other.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ Toph eats you out like she’s starving. She’ll hold your thighs apart with those her hands, tongue and lips working you until your hips are bucking against her face. She also loves when you sit on her face, hands locked on your ass, pulling you down harder so she can bury herself in you.
<𝟑 .ᐟ your morning plans get canceled by your girlfriend
warnings: nsfw, fingering, fem reader, maybe slight grammar mistakes
authors note: lemme know if you want a pt 2!!
**edit: I posted the part 2 gang, here. pt II
────୨ৎ────
The morning sunlight peeks through the tent, casting a soft glow across your face and gently pulling you from sleep. Beside you, Toph is still fast asleep, her expression unusually peaceful. Dark, messy locks spill across her pillow, a few loose strands falling over her face. One arm rests heavily across your waist, holding you in place even in her dreams.
You watch her for a moment, your heart giving a small, traitorous flip.
Then you remember your plan.
Carefully, slowly, you begin to slip out from beneath her arm. This little camping trip just so happens to be near a natural hot spring, and the thought of a quiet morning soak after days of hard work sounds like heaven.
You rise onto your tiptoes, easing away from the sleeping mat.
“Woah!”
The dirt beneath your feet shifts, sending you slipping backwards straight into a pair of strong arms.
“Nuh-uh,” Toph mumbles, her voice rough with sleep.
In one smooth motion, she flips you onto your back, her arms still wrapped firmly around you.
“Toph,” you whisper, half laughing, half protesting. You had already talked about your hot spring plan the night before. Although she didn’t completely understand why you were so excited for what seemed like a simple bath, which you can literally have at home.
“Hot spring can wait,” she cuts in, her grip tightening just slightly. “You’re not going anywhere, sweetcheeks.” Seems she woke up in the right mood.
Her hand slides under the hem of your sleep shirt, calloused palm going over the curve of your waist, then higher, thumb brushing the underside of your breast. You shiver. The sensation ticklish against your ribs.
You try to wriggle free, but she catches your wrists, hands gliding over your palms to intertwine your fingers with hers. The earth beneath you shifts just enough to cradle your back like a custom-made pillow, her bending making the dirt soft and warm.
“Stay,” she orders, and kisses you slow and deep, tongue going into your mouth until you’re arching up into her. One hand slips away from your own and slips between your bodies and grips your hip. Her knee pushing your thighs wider apart so she can grind down against you.
“Toph…fuck—”
“That’s the idea.” She nips at your bottom lip. Going lower to trails hot open-mouthed kisses down your throat while her fingers dip under the waistband of your shorts. Two thick digits slide through your folds, teasing your entrance before pushing in with zero hesitation. You gasp, hips jerking, and she chuckles darkly against your collarbone.
“Greedy this morning, huh?” She curls her fingers just right, thumb circling your clit in lazy strokes that make your toes curl. “Thought you wanted to leave me all alone in this sleeping bag. Now look at you. Already clenching around me like you can’t get enough.”
You moan, thighs trembling around her hips. She keeps the pace torturously slow, her body a solid weight keeping you exactly where she wants you. Every time you try to rock up faster she presses you back down to the ground.
“Not yet,” She adds a third finger, stretching you open, scissoring gently while her mouth finds your nipple and sucks hard enough to make you whine. “Gonna make you come nice and slow first. Then maybe I’ll let you drag me to that hot spring.”
Catching your lips in a kiss, tongue once again sliding into your mouth. You moan into the kiss, feeling heat pooling in your lower stomach. You’d have this to relax over any hot spring any day of the week. And she can feel it all. Every flutter, every hitch in your breath, every time your heartbeat spikes and she narrates it in that smug, sleepy voice that drives you crazy.
“Your thighs are shaking already… and you’re getting so much wetter. You love when I keep you right here, don’t you?” She pumps her fingers deeper, curling them against that spongey spot that makes stars burst behind your eyes, thumb continuing its lazy circles on your clit.
“Come on, sweetheart,” she growls against your lips. “Let me feel it. Give it to me.”
You break with a choked cry, back arching off the ground as pleasure crashes through you in long, rolling waves. Toph rides it out with you, fingers working you through it, murmuring filthy praise against your skin the whole time. “That’s it… good girl… fuck, you feel perfect around me” All while she drinks in every twitch and gasp like it’s her favorite song.
When you finally go limp, panting and boneless, she doesn’t pull out right away. She just rests her forehead against yours, fingers still buried deep, giving one last lazy curl that makes you whimper and clench around her again.
“Still wanna go to the hot spring right now?” she teases, voice low and satisfied. She finally slides her fingers free, bringing them up to her mouth to lick them clean
You stare, your eye twitching slightly. “As a matter…of fact…I do.” You say in between pants. She stays on top of you for a moment longer before rolling over to your side. Stretching her legs and arms. “Okay then, I’ll come with.”
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<𝟑 .ᐟ your morning plans get canceled by your girlfriend
warnings: nsfw, fingering, fem reader, maybe slight grammar mistakes
authors note: lemme know if you want a pt 2!!
**edit: I posted the part 2 gang, here. pt II
────୨ৎ────
The morning sunlight peeks through the tent, casting a soft glow across your face and gently pulling you from sleep. Beside you, Toph is still fast asleep, her expression unusually peaceful. Dark, messy locks spill across her pillow, a few loose strands falling over her face. One arm rests heavily across your waist, holding you in place even in her dreams.
You watch her for a moment, your heart giving a small, traitorous flip.
Then you remember your plan.
Carefully, slowly, you begin to slip out from beneath her arm. This little camping trip just so happens to be near a natural hot spring, and the thought of a quiet morning soak after days of hard work sounds like heaven.
You rise onto your tiptoes, easing away from the sleeping mat.
“Woah!”
The dirt beneath your feet shifts, sending you slipping backwards straight into a pair of strong arms.
“Nuh-uh,” Toph mumbles, her voice rough with sleep.
In one smooth motion, she flips you onto your back, her arms still wrapped firmly around you.
“Toph,” you whisper, half laughing, half protesting. You had already talked about your hot spring plan the night before. Although she didn’t completely understand why you were so excited for what seemed like a simple bath, which you can literally have at home.
“Hot spring can wait,” she cuts in, her grip tightening just slightly. “You’re not going anywhere, sweetcheeks.” Seems she woke up in the right mood.
Her hand slides under the hem of your sleep shirt, calloused palm going over the curve of your waist, then higher, thumb brushing the underside of your breast. You shiver. The sensation ticklish against your ribs.
You try to wriggle free, but she catches your wrists, hands gliding over your palms to intertwine your fingers with hers. The earth beneath you shifts just enough to cradle your back like a custom-made pillow, her bending making the dirt soft and warm.
“Stay,” she orders, and kisses you slow and deep, tongue going into your mouth until you’re arching up into her. One hand slips away from your own and slips between your bodies and grips your hip. Her knee pushing your thighs wider apart so she can grind down against you.
“Toph…fuck—”
“That’s the idea.” She nips at your bottom lip. Going lower to trails hot open-mouthed kisses down your throat while her fingers dip under the waistband of your shorts. Two thick digits slide through your folds, teasing your entrance before pushing in with zero hesitation. You gasp, hips jerking, and she chuckles darkly against your collarbone.
“Greedy this morning, huh?” She curls her fingers just right, thumb circling your clit in lazy strokes that make your toes curl. “Thought you wanted to leave me all alone in this sleeping bag. Now look at you. Already clenching around me like you can’t get enough.”
You moan, thighs trembling around her hips. She keeps the pace torturously slow, her body a solid weight keeping you exactly where she wants you. Every time you try to rock up faster she presses you back down to the ground.
“Not yet,” She adds a third finger, stretching you open, scissoring gently while her mouth finds your nipple and sucks hard enough to make you whine. “Gonna make you come nice and slow first. Then maybe I’ll let you drag me to that hot spring.”
Catching your lips in a kiss, tongue once again sliding into your mouth. You moan into the kiss, feeling heat pooling in your lower stomach. You’d have this to relax over any hot spring any day of the week. And she can feel it all. Every flutter, every hitch in your breath, every time your heartbeat spikes and she narrates it in that smug, sleepy voice that drives you crazy.
“Your thighs are shaking already… and you’re getting so much wetter. You love when I keep you right here, don’t you?” She pumps her fingers deeper, curling them against that spongey spot that makes stars burst behind your eyes, thumb continuing its lazy circles on your clit.
“Come on, sweetheart,” she growls against your lips. “Let me feel it. Give it to me.”
You break with a choked cry, back arching off the ground as pleasure crashes through you in long, rolling waves. Toph rides it out with you, fingers working you through it, murmuring filthy praise against your skin the whole time. “That’s it… good girl… fuck, you feel perfect around me” All while she drinks in every twitch and gasp like it’s her favorite song.
When you finally go limp, panting and boneless, she doesn’t pull out right away. She just rests her forehead against yours, fingers still buried deep, giving one last lazy curl that makes you whimper and clench around her again.
“Still wanna go to the hot spring right now?” she teases, voice low and satisfied. She finally slides her fingers free, bringing them up to her mouth to lick them clean
You stare, your eye twitching slightly. “As a matter…of fact…I do.” You say in between pants. She stays on top of you for a moment longer before rolling over to your side. Stretching her legs and arms. “Okay then, I’ll come with.”
<𝟑 .ᐟ after finally reaching the hot spring your girlfriend throws in a bonus to your relaxation package
pt I
warnings: nsfw, scissoring, fem reader, possible slight grammar mistakes
authors note: I already had a messy written version of this when I posted part 1 BUT DAMN, I didn’t expect so many people to want that part 2 so I finished this quicker then I usually do. Thank you so much for the support I legit beat my procrastination. And, okay listen, when I was writing this I was torn in between scissoring and the metal strap (which I will write eventually).
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The walk to the hot spring is short, but Toph turns it into something slow and lazy, like the whole world can wait. Her arm stays heavy around your waist the entire way, thumb stroking idle circles over the curve of your hip through your clothes. Every few steps she tugs you closer.
When you finally reach your destination. You smile to yourself.
“Happy you finally got to your kiddie pool?” You laugh and elbow her lightly, but she just chuckles low and earthbends a perfectly smooth path through the rocky ground so neither of you has to watch your footing. The air grows thicker with steam the closer you get, warm and mineral-scented, until the natural pool is in front of you between smooth boulders like the earth decided to carve out a private little paradise just for the two of you.
Toph doesn’t hesitate. She peels off her clothes right there at the edge, rolling her broad shoulders so the early sunlight catches every defined line of muscle in her back and arms. The sight still steals your breath. Those thick biceps, the strong curve of her shoulders, the way her abs flex when she steps into the water with a long, satisfied groan that vibrates straight through her.
“Fuck,” she sighs, sinking down until the steaming water laps at her collarbones. Her dark hair fans out across the surface like ink. “Okay… yeah. This is actually nice.”
You slip in beside her, the heat instantly sinking deep into your muscles after days of work. For a moment you both just float there, letting the spring do its work. Toph’s arm finds its way around you again, pulling you against her side so your head rests on the solid warmth of her shoulder. The water makes everything feel slow and dreamy.
But Toph being Toph, she can’t leave it at that. You feel the familiar rumble under your feet as she bends the earth beneath the pool. With a casual flick of her wrist, the stone shifts, smooth ledges forming right under you like custom-made seats. Perfectly contoured to your back and hips, warm from the spring and angled just enough to keep your shoulders above water.
She leans back against the ledge, arms spread along the stone edge, and lets out another satisfied hum. “Alright, I’ll say it. You were right. This feels… really fucking good.” Her voice is softer than usual, almost reluctant, but the smirk tugging at her lips tells you she means it. “The heat’s hitting all the right spots. Kinda like you did earlier.” She places a hand over the crown of your head and ruffles your hair. “Don’t let it go to your head, though.”
You laugh and splash her lightly. She retaliates by yanking you sideways so you’re half in her lap, water sloshing around your joined bodies. For a long while you just stay like that. Skin to skin, the steam curling around you, her calloused hand tracing slow, absent patterns up and down your thigh under the water. Just the quiet hum of the earth beneath you and the steady beat of her heart against your back.
“You know,” she says after a while, voice low and thoughtful, “I get why you dragged yourself and me out here now. It’s… peaceful.” Her thumb strokes the underside of your breast, not demanding yet, just touching because she can. “Makes me wanna bend us a permanent one back home. Right in the backyard. We could soak every morning.”
You tilt your head to kiss the corner of her jaw. “You’d get bored after two days and start challenging me to underwater sparring matches or something.”
“Guilty.” She grins, then turns her face to catch your mouth properly. Slow, deep, the kind of kiss that tastes like morning and wants all at once. “Speaking of… you relaxed enough yet, sweetheart?”
The answer is in the way you press closer, legs sliding between hers under the water. Toph growls softly, the sound vibrating against your lips, and hauls you fully into her lap so you’re straddling one thick, powerful thigh. But she doesn’t stop there. She shifts you both again, rearranging until your legs are tangled together, one of hers hooked over your hip, your slick, heated cores pressed flush against each other.
The first slow roll of her hips drags her clit right against yours and you both gasp.
“Fuck—yes,” she hisses, forehead dropping to yours. Her strong hands grip your ass, guiding you into the rhythm. “Just like that. Grind on me.”
Water sloshes around you as you move together. Changing from a slow pace to a faster one. The heat of the spring makes everything slicker, hotter, the steam turning the air hazy and intimate. Toph’s abs flex under your palms every time she rolls up to meet you, her breath hitching when your clits catch perfectly.
“Shit, you feel so good,” she groans, voice rough. One hand stays on your ass, the other braced on the stone ledge behind her so she can thrust harder. “All wet and needy already. I can feel every little twitch, you know that? Your heartbeat’s going crazy against me.”
You moan, nails digging into her shoulders as you rock faster. Toph’s thighs tremble against yours, but she keeps the pace relentless, grinding with that same strength that makes your toes curl in the water.
“That’s it,” she pants, nipping at your bottom lip. “Ride me.” Her free hand slides between you just long enough to spread you open wider, pressing your clit harder against hers with every thrust. “Come on, sweetcheeks. Let me feel it. Give it to me.”
The pressure coils tight and fast, heat pooling low in your belly. You’re moaning her name like a chant, hips stuttering as you chase it. Toph’s right there with you, breath ragged, arms locked around you so you can’t pull away even if you wanted to.
“Fuck. Come for me,” she growls against your mouth, voice cracking with need. “Right now. Soak me, sweetheart. Let me feel you fall apart on me.”
You come hard with a choked cry, back arching as the orgasm crashes through you. Toph follows right behind, groaning low and deep, her whole body shuddering against yours while she grinds through it, dragging it out of both of you.
For a long minute the only sounds are your shared ragged breathing and the gentle lap of the spring. Toph doesn’t let you go. She just holds you close, legs still tangled, forehead pressed to yours, thumbs stroking slow circles over your hips.
“…Okay,” she finally mumbles, voice hoarse and satisfied, a lazy grin spreading across her face. “Hot springs officially win. We’re doing this every damn camping trip from now on.”
You laugh breathlessly and kiss her slow and sweet.
She smiles against your mouth.
“Round three back at the tent when we get out?” she adds.
You plop your head down onto her shoulder, an exhausted sigh escaping you. Your girlfriend and her seemingly endless stamina are going to be the end of you.
<𝟑 .ᐟ your morning plans get canceled by your girlfriend
warnings: nsfw, fingering, fem reader, maybe slight grammar mistakes
authors note: lemme know if you want a pt 2!!
**edit: I posted the part 2 gang, here. pt II
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The morning sunlight peeks through the tent, casting a soft glow across your face and gently pulling you from sleep. Beside you, Toph is still fast asleep, her expression unusually peaceful. Dark, messy locks spill across her pillow, a few loose strands falling over her face. One arm rests heavily across your waist, holding you in place even in her dreams.
You watch her for a moment, your heart giving a small, traitorous flip.
Then you remember your plan.
Carefully, slowly, you begin to slip out from beneath her arm. This little camping trip just so happens to be near a natural hot spring, and the thought of a quiet morning soak after days of hard work sounds like heaven.
You rise onto your tiptoes, easing away from the sleeping mat.
“Woah!”
The dirt beneath your feet shifts, sending you slipping backwards straight into a pair of strong arms.
“Nuh-uh,” Toph mumbles, her voice rough with sleep.
In one smooth motion, she flips you onto your back, her arms still wrapped firmly around you.
“Toph,” you whisper, half laughing, half protesting. You had already talked about your hot spring plan the night before. Although she didn’t completely understand why you were so excited for what seemed like a simple bath, which you can literally have at home.
“Hot spring can wait,” she cuts in, her grip tightening just slightly. “You’re not going anywhere, sweetcheeks.” Seems she woke up in the right mood.
Her hand slides under the hem of your sleep shirt, calloused palm going over the curve of your waist, then higher, thumb brushing the underside of your breast. You shiver. The sensation ticklish against your ribs.
You try to wriggle free, but she catches your wrists, hands gliding over your palms to intertwine your fingers with hers. The earth beneath you shifts just enough to cradle your back like a custom-made pillow, her bending making the dirt soft and warm.
“Stay,” she orders, and kisses you slow and deep, tongue going into your mouth until you’re arching up into her. One hand slips away from your own and slips between your bodies and grips your hip. Her knee pushing your thighs wider apart so she can grind down against you.
“Toph…fuck—”
“That’s the idea.” She nips at your bottom lip. Going lower to trails hot open-mouthed kisses down your throat while her fingers dip under the waistband of your shorts. Two thick digits slide through your folds, teasing your entrance before pushing in with zero hesitation. You gasp, hips jerking, and she chuckles darkly against your collarbone.
“Greedy this morning, huh?” She curls her fingers just right, thumb circling your clit in lazy strokes that make your toes curl. “Thought you wanted to leave me all alone in this sleeping bag. Now look at you. Already clenching around me like you can’t get enough.”
You moan, thighs trembling around her hips. She keeps the pace torturously slow, her body a solid weight keeping you exactly where she wants you. Every time you try to rock up faster she presses you back down to the ground.
“Not yet,” She adds a third finger, stretching you open, scissoring gently while her mouth finds your nipple and sucks hard enough to make you whine. “Gonna make you come nice and slow first. Then maybe I’ll let you drag me to that hot spring.”
Catching your lips in a kiss, tongue once again sliding into your mouth. You moan into the kiss, feeling heat pooling in your lower stomach. You’d have this to relax over any hot spring any day of the week. And she can feel it all. Every flutter, every hitch in your breath, every time your heartbeat spikes and she narrates it in that smug, sleepy voice that drives you crazy.
“Your thighs are shaking already… and you’re getting so much wetter. You love when I keep you right here, don’t you?” She pumps her fingers deeper, curling them against that spongey spot that makes stars burst behind your eyes, thumb continuing its lazy circles on your clit.
“Come on, sweetheart,” she growls against your lips. “Let me feel it. Give it to me.”
You break with a choked cry, back arching off the ground as pleasure crashes through you in long, rolling waves. Toph rides it out with you, fingers working you through it, murmuring filthy praise against your skin the whole time. “That’s it… good girl… fuck, you feel perfect around me” All while she drinks in every twitch and gasp like it’s her favorite song.
When you finally go limp, panting and boneless, she doesn’t pull out right away. She just rests her forehead against yours, fingers still buried deep, giving one last lazy curl that makes you whimper and clench around her again.
“Still wanna go to the hot spring right now?” she teases, voice low and satisfied. She finally slides her fingers free, bringing them up to her mouth to lick them clean
You stare, your eye twitching slightly. “As a matter…of fact…I do.” You say in between pants. She stays on top of you for a moment longer before rolling over to your side. Stretching her legs and arms. “Okay then, I’ll come with.”
author’s note: I might do a part two of this soon I’m working on it
The sea was unusually still. The only sounds were the rhythmic creaking of the wood and the gentle lap of the dark sea against the hull. Up on the grassy deck, the moon cast long shadows, illuminating the lone figure leaned back.
Zoro looked up as you approached, his single eye tracking your movements. He didn't say anything, but he shifted slightly, making room for you between his legs. A half empty bottle of sake sat nestled in the grass beside him.
"You’re late," he grunted, though there was no real annoyance in the accusation.
He picked up the bottle, took a long pull, and then held it out to you. As you took a sip the sharp burn of the alcohol warmed your throat. When you handed it back, your fingers brushed his skin. He was warm compared to the breeze.
Zoro didn't take the bottle back. Instead, he reached up, his large hand cupping your jaw. His thumb, rough from years of gripping a katana, traced the line of your lower lip.
"Come here," he murmured.
He didn't wait for you to move. He pulled you down into his lap, his arms wrapping around you. When he kissed you, you could taste the sake on his tongue.
One of his hands slid down to your waist, pulling you flush against the hard planes of his chest. You could feel the steady, powerful thrum of his heart against your back. Zoro let out a low, satisfied growl against your lips, his grip tightening as if he were trying to pull you right into himself.
He pulled back just an inch, his forehead resting against yours, his breathing heavy. "Don't think about going back below deck yet," he whispered, his voice a rough, delicious rasp. "The bottle isn't empty. And neither am I."
The bottle of sake was forgotten for a moment, the heat of your bodies against one another. One hand came to anchor the back of your head while the other pressed into the small of your back, urging you closer.
He shifted his weight, leaning back against the mast to pull you fully into the space between his thighs. The friction of your clothes against his own felt exciting. You teased, rocking your hips against the tent in his pants. A sound left Zoro’s lips, a mix of a growl and a sigh as you began to move against him.
Every time you rocked your hips into his, his grip tightened, his fingers digging into your hip bones. He didn’t say much but the way his breath hitched and the way he arched into the contact told you everything you needed to know.
"You're trying to drive me crazy," he rasped against your ear, his voice so deep it felt like a vibration in your own lungs. He nipped at the sensitive skin of your neck, his hot breath tickling a little. "We’re on watch, remember?"
Despite his words, he didn't pull away. Instead, he reached down and grabbed the sake bottle, taking a quick, sharp swig before pressing the cool glass against your lips. You drank, the liquid fire fueling the heat already pooling in your gut.
When you pulled away, a stray drop of sake tracked down your chin. Zoro didn't let it go to waste; he caught it with his tongue, his gaze dark and fixed on yours. He adjusted his seating, hitching you higher so the friction of his hips was more direct, more intense. The steady rhythm of the ship felt like it was syncing with the movement of your bodies.
Zoro’s head fell back against the wood of the mast, his single eye fluttering shut as he let out a jagged breath, his hands sliding down to squeeze your thighs, keeping you pinned to him.
"Stay," he commanded, his voice a rough whisper as he pulled you back down for another bruising kiss. "The sun isn't allowed to come up yet."
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author’s note: It’s that time of the year where we pretend we’re Orihime. This is pretty short sorry I wanted to make it longer but I just couldn’t and I decided to not force my brain.
The morning sun filtered through the curtains of his bedroom, casting a warm glow over the sheets. For a guy who spent his nights sprinting through the sky and clashing with hollows, Ichigo Kurosaki was a surprisingly heavy sleeper once he finally crashed.
You feel his chest against your back, a deep, grounding vibration and warmth that reminded you he was right here. His arm was draped over your waist, his large hand resting flat against your stomach.
You attempt to turn and take a peek at his sleeping face but the movement caused him to huff a soft, sleepy breath against the nape of your neck. His grip tightened instinctively, pulling you back flush against his chest.
"Mmm... stay put," he grumbled, his voice a low, gravelly rasp.
"The sun’s up, Ichigo," you whispered, reaching back to tangle your fingers in the messy, orange hair that was currently sticking up in every direction. "The clinic is going to open soon."
He doesn’t give you an answer, just burying his face deeper into the crook of your neck. He smelled like fresh laundry, a hint of citrus soap. He leans in, pressing a slow, dry kiss to your temple before dropping his head back onto your shoulder with a thud. "Five more minutes. Just... five minutes."
He propped himself up on one elbow to look down at you. His expression was soft. He reached out, his thumb grazing your cheekbone with surprising gentleness, his hands slightly callused.
"Besides," he added, his voice dropping an octave as a small, genuine smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "You look too comfortable to get up. And I’m not letting go yet."
author’s note: In honor of the last season of mha I decided to rewatch the whole series and these are just headcanons that popped up in my head as I was watching. Some are actually canon facts I kind of added to.
🎇 Expert baker and cook. He follows recipes and even adds on things he thinks will make the finished product better. His spices are precisely picked and his roux is perfect. “OF COURSE IT’S PERFECT! I MADE IT!
🎇 Laundry tyrant. Maybe it’s because of how much he sweats because of his quirk. Uses the best quality products and has a steam machine. His clothes HAVE to smell fresh. He despises wrinkled clothing. Has a specific folding technique.
🎇 He wakes up insanely early without an alarm. Even on days off. His biological clock doesn’t let him sleep in and finds it irritating and kinda unbelievable that other people can.
🎇 If he DOES accidentally sleep past his optimal wake-up time (which is rare), he wakes up in a full-blown rage, convinced the universe has sabotaged him.
🎇 He learns best by explaining things out loud, but he refuses to do it in front of people. So, when studying, he loudly lectures his bedroom wall or his desk lamp about the subject he is studying, complete with aggressive hand gestures and sparks, treating the inanimate object like a dumb student.
🎇 He has zero tolerance for slow walkers and will speed walk past people while muttering insults under his breath.
🎇 He secretly enjoys watching cooking shows, especially competitive ones. He’ll yell at the screen when contestants mess up basic techniques.
🎇 Has an old worn out All Might plushie he won at a fair when he was a kid. It was one of the first moments he considers a “win”.
🎇 Has incredible reflexes and synchronization skills, which makes him unreasonably good at rhythm games (like those Japanese arcade drumming games). He clears the hardest difficulty levels with perfect scores.
🎇 He gets highly invested in puzzles when he is handed one or finds one lying around. Like Rubic’s cubes or jigsaws. He views them as a challenge to his “superior intellect”. He doesn’t actually own any himself though.
🎇 He taps his fingers or cracks his knuckles constantly, especially when he’s impatient or thinking.
🎇 He enjoys quiet late-night showers, not to relax, but to think. That’s when he replays fights, mistakes, and plans improvements.
🎇 Has tried every restaurant in town with a “spicy food challenge” and personally congratulates, rather aggressively, the chef if it’s ACTUALLY spicy by his standards. Bonus points if the challenge has a prize, like a shirt or a pen. He eats without flinching, viewing the pain as proof of his resilience.
🎇 Raged at and tried to blow up many pigeons as a kid. He had a phase in his childhood where he genuinely thought they were personally plotting against him to shit on his head even though it never actually happened. To this day not a single pigeon has pooped on his head.
author’s note: I had so much fun doing part 1 that I immediately started on pt 2😭 Currently working on pt 3!! Pls don’t take these too seriously they are just headcanons
𝗸𝗼𝘇𝘂𝗺𝗲 𝗸𝗲𝗻𝗺𝗮
Comfy>Stylish but he his mom stops him at the door if he looks homeless so he still looks presentable
A pair of vans he’s had since middle school that he gashlights himself into thinking they are still wearable
His sweatpants are always too long and he doesn’t roll them up so they get wet in the rain
Hates carrying bags outside of school or practice because they hurt his shoulders so he stuffs his pockets
He doesn’t carry much either. It’s just wallet, keys, phone and console. Gets pants with deep pockets so they fit his console
𝗸𝘂𝗿𝗼𝗼 𝘁𝗲𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗼𝘂
Dresses to impress and is succeeding. “Yo, check the fit!” ahh mf
Has a leather jacket his sister got him and he loves it
Speaking of his sister she is the primary reason he has such good style
He FaceTimes or send her his outfit choices and she helps him pick out what to wear
Tried wearing rings but he lost almost all of them by the end of the day
Is secretly hoping to be in one those videos where people record random people’s outfits on the street
Posts his fits more then himself on social media
𝗯𝗼𝗸𝘂𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗼𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗼
Doesn’t think about final product just puts stuff on and it somehow looks good?
Likes sleeves compression shirts. Even though they are sports clothes he still wears them with his everyday outfits
His mom buys tank tops in packs and they look so good on him that you don’t even notice they are supposed to be undershirts
Is a sneaker collector
Bought a pair of Jordans because they looked cool and quickly became a collector
Has to be supervised when shopping because he doesn’t look at sizes. Pants he buys by himself either are so tight they rip immediately or so baggy they fall off his ass.
𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗶 𝗸𝗲𝗶𝗷𝗶
Has Pinterest inspo boards
Doesn’t like jeans on himself
Lots of sweaters with quality materials
Packing his bag takes longer then getting dressed because he has to think about every possible situation and what he might need
Deadass smells like flowers I’m not even joking
All the girls in school ask him what detergent he uses
author’s note: pls don’t stone me these are just headcanons and I ignored the canon outfits. English is not my first language so there might be grammar errors
𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗮 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘆𝗼
Prefers shorts over pants because he can move more freely in them
Natsu had a bracelet making phase and he wears them with pride
The zip up is his most trusted piece of clothing. It’s apart of every outfit.
Laundry is a nightmare for his mom since he always comes home covered in dirt
Gets teased for his fanny pack
Does not color coordinate or actually “style” he just throws on pieces he likes and calls it a day
𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗶𝗼 𝗸𝗮𝗴𝗲𝘆𝗮𝗺𝗮
Pretty basic not too flashy but he still looks presentable
Uses the same backpack for EVERYTHING
Has more sports clothes than normal clothes
Spends a lot of money on sports clothes and shoes
Pronounces GAP wrong and is a firm believer he isn’t
𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗺𝗮 𝗸𝗲𝗶
Was dressing like a performative male before performative male was a thing
Goes shopping with his mom and spends quite a long time picking things out
Rolls up his sleeves because he doesn’t like them going over his wrist
All his clothes smell amazing because he uses quality detergent
Doesn’t like shirt with too much design on them
Picks out his fits the night before
𝘆𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗴𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗶 𝘁𝗮𝗱𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗶
It takes him an hour minimum to pick out what to wear
He prefers baggier clothes because he doesn’t like the tight fitted feeling
Overstuffs his pockets and stuff falls out when he leans over
Goes thrifting and has insane luck finding exactly what he is looking for
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author’s note: In case you couldn’t tell I absolutely love this man.
Law knows he has a crush, and he hates it. Feelings are liabilities. People close to him die. So the more he likes someone, the colder he becomes. It’s not really tsundere behavior. It’s a trauma-driven emotional shutdown.
Law becomes protective in this unnerving, clinical way. You get injured? He patches you up himself, no matter who else is available. His hands are steady, but his eyes avoid yours.
Staring too long. Law stares. Calculating, cold eyes, completely blank. But it’s not judgment, it’s the storm in his head that you can’t see: Why them? Why now? Why do I keep looking? He doesn’t realize how intense he looks.
He overanalyzes every damn thing you do.
He watches like a hawk, quietly studying every expression, gesture, tone, not out of romantic adoration, but analytical compulsion. You’re a puzzle now. And he must understand the mechanics of you.
Your tasks will mysteriously get easier. Suddenly, someone’s organized your books by genre in alphabetical order. Suddenly, no one assigns you night watch. He’ll deny any involvement.
“What? You got lucky. That’s all.”
Law is not out here peacocking to impress or woo you. He tells himself he is playing the long game while he is actually just really emotionally constipated.
Rare but meaningful compliments. “I trust your judgement.” He doesn’t want to shower you with compliments in fear of chasing you away. But that makes the ones he let slip out every once in a while all the more heart warming.
“I rely on your presence.” “You calm my mind.”
Reads books he thinks you would like, either to recommend them or learn more about your interests. Romance? History? Geography? Math? Philosophy? Doesn’t matter, he is reading it.
Remembers. By that I mean a wide variety of things. Your allergies, medical conditions if you have any, foods you like and dislike, how you take your drinks. If you told him something, anything at any point in time he remembers it.
When it is just the two of you, he softens. Slightly. Awkwardly. But it’s there. His gaze softer, lingering on your face. His voice lowers, more tired if it’s been a long day.
Jealousy in silence. Law won’t interfere if someone flirts with you… but his entire body stiffens. His fingers twitch towards Kikoku. He’ll walk past just close enough to “accidentally” bump their shoulder hard. Subtle violence, not so subtle claim.
Hyper control. Law’s natural instinct is to calculate and plan, so if he likes you, he probably has a ten step hypothetical escape plan in case you reject him, and a backup Room prepared to teleport away mid-conversation. Just in case.
Actual confession? It would come out during a moment of pressure, like:
“If we die here, I should say it now. I’ve had feelings for you for some time. It’s… inconvenient. So don’t die, alright?”
currently FUMING, over gen’s design in the anime. BRO THEY DID MY MAN SO DIRTY I WAS SO EXCITED🫠🫠. Hopefully HOPEFULLY they fix it in the next season. JUSTICE FOR NARUMI SEASON 2!!
…But also…THE VOICE?! 😮💨😮💨MISTER KOKI UCHIYAMA COOKED YET AGAIN
