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My favorite games: Elden Ring, Red Dead Redemption II, Hades, Dead by daylight
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» everybody has wondered about a little extra fun in their sex life right? After your own curiosity got the better of you Lohen ended up being the person to help you discover new things about yourself
⋮ ⌗ ┆warnings: explicit smut, light bondage, orgasm denial, chocking, teasing/dirty talk, dom Lohen, possible grammar mistakes
⋮ ⌗ ┆author’s note: This is partly for my good friend who recently became a Lohen fan and discovered…things about herself. Human Nature by Madonna was playing on repeat while writing this.
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You hadn’t meant for the evening to end like this.
One moment you were engaged in sharp tongued banter in a quiet corner of the Knights’ headquarters, the next Lohen had you backed against the door of his quarters with that infuriating, cocky smile on his lips. His hair was slightly disheveled from patrol, dull red eyes gleaming with a predatory focus resembling a predator.
“Careful,” he’d murmured earlier, voice low and teasing as his fingers brushed your wrist. “Keep looking at me like that and I might start thinking you want me to ruin you.”
You’d laughed it off. You weren’t inexperienced, but this? The heat pooling low in your belly at the promise in his tone was new. Dangerous. Intriguing.
And it seems a single “Hey, are you free tonight?”, was able to get his attention.
Lohen’s quarters were still exactly as you remembered them. One bed, one chair, an armory’s worth of blades arranged with obsessive care along the wall. The only thing out of place was you, standing in the middle of it while he circled you like a man who already knew how this night was going to end.
When your hands lifted to take your clothes off, which felt like they were suffocating you, your wrist was caught mid air. A strong grip.
“I’ll do it.”
He didn’t rush.
“Arm’s up.”
Long fingers caught the hem of your shirt and lifted it slowly, knuckles dragging deliberately over your stomach as he peeled the fabric up and over your head. He tossed it somewhere behind him without looking, eyes never leaving yours.
“Been thinking about this,” he said, voice low and pleased with himself. “How you’d look when I finally got you out of all these layers.”
He unhooked your bra, the little click sounded obscenely loud in the quiet room. Sliding the straps slowly down your arms, letting his thumbs brush over your nipples on the way. The cool air hit you at the same time his mouth did. Got, open mouthed kiss just below your collarbone, teeth grazing.
“You’re shivering,” he murmured against your skin, cocky little smirk audible in his voice. “Cold?”
He dropped to one knee to deal with your pants, dragging them and your underwear down together in one smooth motion. His hands skimmed up the backs of your thighs as he rose again, stopping just short of where you were already aching for him.
“Look at you,” he said, tilting his head, red eyes gleaming in the lamplight. “Standing here so pretty and patient. Do you like this, hm? Being stripped down in my room like you’re something I get to unwrap.”
Even though he was looking up at you and you were looking down on him, it still felt like you were staring at beast about to eat you.
You swallowed. Your voice came out thinner than you meant it to. “Maybe. I told you I’m just…feeling things out.”
Lohen laughed, a deep sound vibrating in his chest. “Right.” He stood up, threw your clothes on an unused chair.
“On the bed,” he ordered, voice still light, still flirty, but there was steel underneath. “Hands above your head.”
You moved. The bed creaked under your weight. Lohen followed, pulling something from the neat row of gear on the wall, soft but strong leather straps, the kind he probably used for securing equipment. Or prisoners. The thought sent an unexpected thrill through you.
He bound your wrists together with practiced ease, then secured them to the headboard. Not tight enough to hurt, but tight enough that you couldn’t pull free. The restriction made your breath catch.
Lohen sat back on his heels between your spread thighs and just looked at you for a long moment, cocky grin widening.
“Safe word’s ‘door,’” he said quietly, eyes meeting yours. Serious for one heartbeat. “You say it and everything stops. Understood?”
You nodded.
“Good girl.”
One hand wrapped around your throat. Not squeezing yet, just resting there, thumb stroking the side of your neck.
“New rule tonight,” he said, leaning down until his mouth brushed yours. “You don’t come until I say. Not once. Not even close. I want to see how long you can last for me.”
Your breath hitched. He felt it under his palm and smiled against your lips.
“Yeah. That’s the one. You like that idea.”
He gave you a kiss. Not the little kitten kisses. Deep, filthy, all tongue and teeth while his free hand slid between your legs. Two fingers dragged through your folds, already slick, and circled your clit with lazy, devastating precision. You moaned into his mouth and he chuckled against it.
Bringing his hand up between both your faces, so you could see. Your own slick glistening his fingers, a clear strip stretching between his fingers.
“You’re all soaked,” he teased, voice rough. “Filthy little thing. I’m going to ruin you so nicely.”
He worked you slow. Fingers dipping inside, curling, pressing right where you needed while his thumb kept that steady, torturous circle on your clit. Every time your hips started to roll, every time your breathing went ragged and your thighs trembled, he eased off. Slowed. Stopped completely once, fingers buried deep but motionless while you clenched around him and whined.
“Please—”
“Please what?” He squeezed your throat lightly, just enough to make your head spin. “Use your words.”
“I…I need to come,” you gasped, hips twitching uselessly against his still hand.
Lohen chuckled, low and dark. “Not yet. You’re doing so well, but I want to hear you beg a little more. Listen to how desperate you sound already.” He curled his fingers again, pressing firmly against that spot inside you, but kept the movement agonizingly shallow. “Does it feel good when I touch you here? When I keep you right on the edge like this?”
You nodded frantically, a broken moan escaping as he added a third finger, stretching you open.
“Words,” he reminded you, thumb brushing your clit in feather-light strokes.
“Yes, fuck, yes it feels good. Please, Lohen, I’m so close…”
He pulled his fingers out completely, leaving you clenching around nothing. You cried out in frustration, tugging at the restrains around your wrists.
“Shhh. Poor thing.” He brought his slick fingers to your lips again. “Open. Taste yourself while I tell you how pretty you look when you’re denied.”
You obeyed, sucking obediently while he watched with hooded eyes.
“That’s it. Suck them clean like a good girl. You’re learning so fast tonight. Doesn’t it feel much better to just give into your desires? Throbbing because I won’t let you finish.” He leaned down, nipping at your jaw. “You’re soaked all the way down your thighs. Does being helpless turn you on this much? Being at my mercy?”
You whimpered around his fingers, nodding.
He withdrew them with a wet pop and slid them back between your legs, fucking you with them again, harder this time, faster, curling relentlessly. Your back arched, heels digging into the cot as the pressure built blindingly fast.
“Close again?” he taunted, hand tightening around your throat. “I can feel you fluttering. Don’t you dare come. Hold it. Show me how badly you want to be good for me.”
You tried. Gods, you tried, clenching every muscle, biting your lip until it hurt but the wave was too strong. Just as you were about to tip over, he stopped again, pressing the heel of his palm firmly against your clit to keep you teetering without falling.
“Fuck. Lohen, please, I can’t. I need—”
“You can,” he murmured, voice dripping with smug satisfaction. “Because I want to watch you unravel slowly. I want to hear every pretty sound you make when I keep you right here.” He scissored his fingers, stretching you wider. “Tell me how it feels. Be honest. Do you like when I play with you like this? When I decide if and when you get to fall apart?”
“Yes,” you sobbed, tears of overwhelming pleasure slipping down your temples. “I like it. I love it. I didn’t know I needed this.”
His grin was sharp and victorious. “There it is. That’s my girl. Discovering all these new filthy little wants.” He pulls back his hand completely. Hands gripping your thighs instead.
“In fact, I think you deserve a reward. For holding out this long for me and finally giving into me.”
Lohen stripped the rest of the way and settled between your thighs. One big hand hooked under your knee and lifted, draping your leg over his shoulder. Pushing it up against your chest.
“Ow ow ow…”
“Shhh. You’ll ease into it.” He said as he massaged your muscle. The stretch opened you wider, deeper. He lined himself up, the head of his cock dragging through your soaked folds.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
He pushed in slow, one long, thick slide that had you gasping at the stretch. With your leg over his shoulder he sank deeper than before, hitting places that made your vision spark. He stayed there for a moment, buried to the hilt, thumb stroking your throat again.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he groaned, cocky mask cracking just a little. “So wet and warm. Taking me so well.”
Then he started moving.
Deep, rolling thrusts that dragged against every sensitive spot. The new angle was devastating. He kept one hand on your throat, squeezing just enough to make every breath feel precious, the other gripping your thigh where it rested over his shoulder. Every time you got close he slowed, ground against you, denied you again with that infuriating patience, whispering more praise and filth the whole time.
“You’re learning so fast,” he panted, voice rough. “Look at you…bound, choked, leg up like this, begging with your eyes. Didn’t know you needed it this bad, did you?”
You shook your head, whimpering.
He grinned, sharp and filthy. “Good. I like being the one who shows you.”
He fucked you harder then, pace relentless, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the room. The hand on your throat tightened just enough to make everything hazy and bright at the edges. Your bound wrists strained above your head. Your leg trembled over his shoulder.
When he finally let you come it was with a broken cry, walls clenching hard around him as the orgasm crashed through you in waves that felt endless. He followed right after, hips stuttering, groaning your name like a curse as he spilled deep inside you.
For a long moment he stayed there, leg still hooked over his shoulder, forehead pressed to yours, both of you shaking.
Then he kissed you, slow, almost sweet and carefully lowered your leg, unbuckled the belt from your wrists, and rubbed gentle circles into the skin there.
Lohen pulled out and collapsed beside you, tugging you against his chest. One hand stroked your hair while the other traced lazy patterns on your back.
“Still with me?” he murmured, voice softer now.
You nodded against him, dazed and glowing, the new parts of yourself still humming under your skin.
He pressed a kiss to your temple, cocky smile audible in his tone.
“Good. Because I’ve got a whole list of new things I want to show you.”
» everybody has wondered about a little extra fun in their sex life right? After your own curiosity got the better of you Lohen ended up being the person to help you discover new things about yourself
⋮ ⌗ ┆warnings: explicit smut, light bondage, orgasm denial, chocking, teasing/dirty talk, dom Lohen, possible grammar mistakes
⋮ ⌗ ┆author’s note: This is partly for my good friend who recently became a Lohen fan and discovered…things about herself. Human Nature by Madonna was playing on repeat while writing this.
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You hadn’t meant for the evening to end like this.
One moment you were engaged in sharp tongued banter in a quiet corner of the Knights’ headquarters, the next Lohen had you backed against the door of his quarters with that infuriating, cocky smile on his lips. His hair was slightly disheveled from patrol, dull red eyes gleaming with a predatory focus resembling a predator.
“Careful,” he’d murmured earlier, voice low and teasing as his fingers brushed your wrist. “Keep looking at me like that and I might start thinking you want me to ruin you.”
You’d laughed it off. You weren’t inexperienced, but this? The heat pooling low in your belly at the promise in his tone was new. Dangerous. Intriguing.
And it seems a single “Hey, are you free tonight?”, was able to get his attention.
Lohen’s quarters were still exactly as you remembered them. One bed, one chair, an armory’s worth of blades arranged with obsessive care along the wall. The only thing out of place was you, standing in the middle of it while he circled you like a man who already knew how this night was going to end.
When your hands lifted to take your clothes off, which felt like they were suffocating you, your wrist was caught mid air. A strong grip.
“I’ll do it.”
He didn’t rush.
“Arm’s up.”
Long fingers caught the hem of your shirt and lifted it slowly, knuckles dragging deliberately over your stomach as he peeled the fabric up and over your head. He tossed it somewhere behind him without looking, eyes never leaving yours.
“Been thinking about this,” he said, voice low and pleased with himself. “How you’d look when I finally got you out of all these layers.”
He unhooked your bra, the little click sounded obscenely loud in the quiet room. Sliding the straps slowly down your arms, letting his thumbs brush over your nipples on the way. The cool air hit you at the same time his mouth did. Got, open-mouthed kiss just below your collarbone, teeth grazing.
“You’re shivering,” he murmured against your skin, cocky little smirk audible in his voice. “Cold?”
He dropped to one knee to deal with your pants, dragging them and your underwear down together in one smooth motion. His hands skimmed up the backs of your thighs as he rose again, stopping just short of where you were already aching for him.
“Look at you,” he said, tilting his head, red eyes gleaming in the lamplight. “Standing here so pretty and patient. Do you like this, hm? Being stripped down in my room like you’re something I get to unwrap.”
Even though he was looking up at you and you were looking down on him, it still felt like you were staring at beast about to eat you.
You swallowed. Your voice came out thinner than you meant it to. “Maybe. I told you I’m just…feeling things out.”
Lohen laughed, a deep sound vibrating in his chest. “Right.” He stood up, threw your clothes on an unused chair.
“On the bed,” he ordered, voice still light, still flirty, but there was steel underneath. “Hands above your head.”
You moved. The bed creaked under your weight. Lohen followed, pulling something from the neat row of gear on the wall, soft but strong leather straps, the kind he probably used for securing equipment. Or prisoners. The thought sent an unexpected thrill through you.
He bound your wrists together with practiced ease, then secured them to the headboard. Not tight enough to hurt, but tight enough that you couldn’t pull free. The restriction made your breath catch.
Lohen sat back on his heels between your spread thighs and just looked at you for a long moment, cocky grin widening.
“Safe word’s ‘door,’” he said quietly, eyes meeting yours. Serious for one heartbeat. “You say it and everything stops. Understood?”
You nodded.
“Good girl.”
One hand wrapped around your throat. Not squeezing yet, just resting there, thumb stroking the side of your neck.
“New rule tonight,” he said, leaning down until his mouth brushed yours. “You don’t come until I say. Not once. Not even close. I want to see how long you can last for me.”
Your breath hitched. He felt it under his palm and smiled against your lips.
“Yeah. That’s the one. You like that idea.”
He gave you a kiss. Not the little kitten kisses. Deep, filthy, all tongue and teeth while his free hand slid between your legs. Two fingers dragged through your folds, already slick, and circled your clit with lazy, devastating precision. You moaned into his mouth and he chuckled against it.
Bringing his hand up between both your faces, so you could see. Your own slick glistening his fingers, a clear strip stretching between his fingers.
“You’re all soaked,” he teased, voice rough. “Filthy little thing. I’m going to ruin you so nicely.”
He worked you slow. Fingers dipping inside, curling, pressing right where you needed while his thumb kept that steady, torturous circle on your clit. Every time your hips started to roll, every time your breathing went ragged and your thighs trembled, he eased off. Slowed. Stopped completely once, fingers buried deep but motionless while you clenched around him and whined.
“Please—”
“Please what?” He squeezed your throat lightly, just enough to make your head spin. “Use your words.”
“I…I need to come,” you gasped, hips twitching uselessly against his still hand.
Lohen chuckled, low and dark. “Not yet. You’re doing so well, but I want to hear you beg a little more. Listen to how desperate you sound already.” He curled his fingers again, pressing firmly against that spot inside you, but kept the movement agonizingly shallow. “Does it feel good when I touch you here? When I keep you right on the edge like this?”
You nodded frantically, a broken moan escaping as he added a third finger, stretching you open.
“Words,” he reminded you, thumb brushing your clit in feather-light strokes.
“Yes, fuck, yes it feels good. Please, Lohen, I’m so close…”
He pulled his fingers out completely, leaving you clenching around nothing. You cried out in frustration, tugging at the restrains around your wrists.
“Shhh. Poor thing.” He brought his slick fingers to your lips again. “Open. Taste yourself while I tell you how pretty you look when you’re denied.”
You obeyed, sucking obediently while he watched with hooded eyes.
“That’s it. Suck them clean like a good girl. You’re learning so fast tonight. Doesn’t it feel much better to just give into your desires? Throbbing because I won’t let you finish.” He leaned down, nipping at your jaw. “You’re soaked all the way down your thighs. Does being helpless turn you on this much? Being at my mercy?”
You whimpered around his fingers, nodding.
He withdrew them with a wet pop and slid them back between your legs, fucking you with them again, harder this time, faster, curling relentlessly. Your back arched, heels digging into the cot as the pressure built blindingly fast.
“Close again?” he taunted, hand tightening around your throat. “I can feel you fluttering. Don’t you dare come. Hold it. Show me how badly you want to be good for me.”
You tried. Gods, you tried, clenching every muscle, biting your lip until it hurt but the wave was too strong. Just as you were about to tip over, he stopped again, pressing the heel of his palm firmly against your clit to keep you teetering without falling.
“Fuck. Lohen, please, I can’t. I need—”
“You can,” he murmured, voice dripping with smug satisfaction. “Because I want to watch you unravel slowly. I want to hear every pretty sound you make when I keep you right here.” He scissored his fingers, stretching you wider. “Tell me how it feels. Be honest. Do you like when I play with you like this? When I decide if and when you get to fall apart?”
“Yes,” you sobbed, tears of overwhelming pleasure slipping down your temples. “I like it. I love it. I didn’t know I needed this.”
His grin was sharp and victorious. “There it is. That’s my girl. Discovering all these new filthy little wants.” He pulls back his hand completely. Hands gripping your thighs instead.
“In fact, I think you deserve a reward. For holding out this long for me and finally giving into me.”
Lohen stripped the rest of the way and settled between your thighs. One big hand hooked under your knee and lifted, draping your leg over his shoulder. Pushing it up against your chest.
“Ow ow ow…”
“Shhh. You’ll ease into it.” He said as he massaged your muscle. The stretch opened you wider, deeper. He lined himself up, the head of his cock dragging through your soaked folds.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
He pushed in slow, one long, thick slide that had you gasping at the stretch. With your leg over his shoulder he sank deeper than before, hitting places that made your vision spark. He stayed there for a moment, buried to the hilt, thumb stroking your throat again.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he groaned, cocky mask cracking just a little. “So wet and warm. Taking me so well.”
Then he started moving.
Deep, rolling thrusts that dragged against every sensitive spot. The new angle was devastating. He kept one hand on your throat, squeezing just enough to make every breath feel precious, the other gripping your thigh where it rested over his shoulder. Every time you got close he slowed, ground against you, denied you again with that infuriating patience, whispering more praise and filth the whole time.
“You’re learning so fast,” he panted, voice rough. “Look at you…bound, choked, leg up like this, begging with your eyes. Didn’t know you needed it this bad, did you?”
You shook your head, whimpering.
He grinned, sharp and filthy. “Good. I like being the one who shows you.”
He fucked you harder then, pace relentless, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the room. The hand on your throat tightened just enough to make everything hazy and bright at the edges. Your bound wrists strained above your head. Your leg trembled over his shoulder.
When he finally let you come it was with a broken cry, walls clenching hard around him as the orgasm crashed through you in waves that felt endless. He followed right after, hips stuttering, groaning your name like a curse as he spilled deep inside you.
For a long moment he stayed there, leg still hooked over his shoulder, forehead pressed to yours, both of you shaking.
Then he kissed you, slow, almost sweet and carefully lowered your leg, unbuckled the belt from your wrists, and rubbed gentle circles into the skin there.
Lohen pulled out and collapsed beside you, tugging you against his chest. One hand stroked your hair while the other traced lazy patterns on your back.
“Still with me?” he murmured, voice softer now.
You nodded against him, dazed and glowing, the new parts of yourself still humming under your skin.
He pressed a kiss to your temple, cocky smile audible in his tone.
“Good. Because I’ve got a whole list of new things I want to show you.”
Finally fucking decided to re organize my masterlist and make separate ones for each fandom. Acting like this required the total energy to run a marathon
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
» everybody has wondered about a little extra fun in their sex life right? After your own curiosity got the better of you Lohen ended up being the person to help you discover new things about yourself
⋮ ⌗ ┆warnings: explicit smut, light bondage, orgasm denial, chocking, teasing/dirty talk, dom Lohen, possible grammar mistakes
⋮ ⌗ ┆author’s note: This is partly for my good friend who recently became a Lohen fan and discovered…things about herself. Human Nature by Madonna was playing on repeat while writing this.
────୨ৎ────
You hadn’t meant for the evening to end like this.
One moment you were engaged in sharp tongued banter in a quiet corner of the Knights’ headquarters, the next Lohen had you backed against the door of his quarters with that infuriating, cocky smile on his lips. His hair was slightly disheveled from patrol, dull red eyes gleaming with a predatory focus resembling a predator.
“Careful,” he’d murmured earlier, voice low and teasing as his fingers brushed your wrist. “Keep looking at me like that and I might start thinking you want me to ruin you.”
You’d laughed it off. You weren’t inexperienced, but this? The heat pooling low in your belly at the promise in his tone was new. Dangerous. Intriguing.
And it seems a single “Hey, are you free tonight?”, was able to get his attention.
Lohen’s quarters were still exactly as you remembered them. One bed, one chair, an armory’s worth of blades arranged with obsessive care along the wall. The only thing out of place was you, standing in the middle of it while he circled you like a man who already knew how this night was going to end.
When your hands lifted to take your clothes off, which felt like they were suffocating you, your wrist was caught mid air. A strong grip.
“I’ll do it.”
He didn’t rush.
“Arm’s up.”
Long fingers caught the hem of your shirt and lifted it slowly, knuckles dragging deliberately over your stomach as he peeled the fabric up and over your head. He tossed it somewhere behind him without looking, eyes never leaving yours.
“Been thinking about this,” he said, voice low and pleased with himself. “How you’d look when I finally got you out of all these layers.”
He unhooked your bra, the little click sounded obscenely loud in the quiet room. Sliding the straps slowly down your arms, letting his thumbs brush over your nipples on the way. The cool air hit you at the same time his mouth did. Got, open-mouthed kiss just below your collarbone, teeth grazing.
“You’re shivering,” he murmured against your skin, cocky little smirk audible in his voice. “Cold?”
He dropped to one knee to deal with your pants, dragging them and your underwear down together in one smooth motion. His hands skimmed up the backs of your thighs as he rose again, stopping just short of where you were already aching for him.
“Look at you,” he said, tilting his head, red eyes gleaming in the lamplight. “Standing here so pretty and patient. Do you like this, hm? Being stripped down in my room like you’re something I get to unwrap.”
Even though he was looking up at you and you were looking down on him, it still felt like you were staring at beast about to eat you.
You swallowed. Your voice came out thinner than you meant it to. “Maybe. I told you I’m just…feeling things out.”
Lohen laughed, a deep sound vibrating in his chest. “Right.” He stood up, threw your clothes on an unused chair.
“On the bed,” he ordered, voice still light, still flirty, but there was steel underneath. “Hands above your head.”
You moved. The bed creaked under your weight. Lohen followed, pulling something from the neat row of gear on the wall, soft but strong leather straps, the kind he probably used for securing equipment. Or prisoners. The thought sent an unexpected thrill through you.
He bound your wrists together with practiced ease, then secured them to the headboard. Not tight enough to hurt, but tight enough that you couldn’t pull free. The restriction made your breath catch.
Lohen sat back on his heels between your spread thighs and just looked at you for a long moment, cocky grin widening.
“Safe word’s ‘door,’” he said quietly, eyes meeting yours. Serious for one heartbeat. “You say it and everything stops. Understood?”
You nodded.
“Good girl.”
One hand wrapped around your throat. Not squeezing yet, just resting there, thumb stroking the side of your neck.
“New rule tonight,” he said, leaning down until his mouth brushed yours. “You don’t come until I say. Not once. Not even close. I want to see how long you can last for me.”
Your breath hitched. He felt it under his palm and smiled against your lips.
“Yeah. That’s the one. You like that idea.”
He gave you a kiss. Not the little kitten kisses. Deep, filthy, all tongue and teeth while his free hand slid between your legs. Two fingers dragged through your folds, already slick, and circled your clit with lazy, devastating precision. You moaned into his mouth and he chuckled against it.
Bringing his hand up between both your faces, so you could see. Your own slick glistening his fingers, a clear strip stretching between his fingers.
“You’re all soaked,” he teased, voice rough. “Filthy little thing. I’m going to ruin you so nicely.”
He worked you slow. Fingers dipping inside, curling, pressing right where you needed while his thumb kept that steady, torturous circle on your clit. Every time your hips started to roll, every time your breathing went ragged and your thighs trembled, he eased off. Slowed. Stopped completely once, fingers buried deep but motionless while you clenched around him and whined.
“Please—”
“Please what?” He squeezed your throat lightly, just enough to make your head spin. “Use your words.”
“I…I need to come,” you gasped, hips twitching uselessly against his still hand.
Lohen chuckled, low and dark. “Not yet. You’re doing so well, but I want to hear you beg a little more. Listen to how desperate you sound already.” He curled his fingers again, pressing firmly against that spot inside you, but kept the movement agonizingly shallow. “Does it feel good when I touch you here? When I keep you right on the edge like this?”
You nodded frantically, a broken moan escaping as he added a third finger, stretching you open.
“Words,” he reminded you, thumb brushing your clit in feather-light strokes.
“Yes, fuck, yes it feels good. Please, Lohen, I’m so close…”
He pulled his fingers out completely, leaving you clenching around nothing. You cried out in frustration, tugging at the restrains around your wrists.
“Shhh. Poor thing.” He brought his slick fingers to your lips again. “Open. Taste yourself while I tell you how pretty you look when you’re denied.”
You obeyed, sucking obediently while he watched with hooded eyes.
“That’s it. Suck them clean like a good girl. You’re learning so fast tonight. Doesn’t it feel much better to just give into your desires? Throbbing because I won’t let you finish.” He leaned down, nipping at your jaw. “You’re soaked all the way down your thighs. Does being helpless turn you on this much? Being at my mercy?”
You whimpered around his fingers, nodding.
He withdrew them with a wet pop and slid them back between your legs, fucking you with them again, harder this time, faster, curling relentlessly. Your back arched, heels digging into the cot as the pressure built blindingly fast.
“Close again?” he taunted, hand tightening around your throat. “I can feel you fluttering. Don’t you dare come. Hold it. Show me how badly you want to be good for me.”
You tried. Gods, you tried, clenching every muscle, biting your lip until it hurt but the wave was too strong. Just as you were about to tip over, he stopped again, pressing the heel of his palm firmly against your clit to keep you teetering without falling.
“Fuck. Lohen, please, I can’t. I need—”
“You can,” he murmured, voice dripping with smug satisfaction. “Because I want to watch you unravel slowly. I want to hear every pretty sound you make when I keep you right here.” He scissored his fingers, stretching you wider. “Tell me how it feels. Be honest. Do you like when I play with you like this? When I decide if and when you get to fall apart?”
“Yes,” you sobbed, tears of overwhelming pleasure slipping down your temples. “I like it. I love it. I didn’t know I needed this.”
His grin was sharp and victorious. “There it is. That’s my girl. Discovering all these new filthy little wants.” He pulls back his hand completely. Hands gripping your thighs instead.
“In fact, I think you deserve a reward. For holding out this long for me and finally giving into me.”
Lohen stripped the rest of the way and settled between your thighs. One big hand hooked under your knee and lifted, draping your leg over his shoulder. Pushing it up against your chest.
“Ow ow ow…”
“Shhh. You’ll ease into it.” He said as he massaged your muscle. The stretch opened you wider, deeper. He lined himself up, the head of his cock dragging through your soaked folds.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
He pushed in slow, one long, thick slide that had you gasping at the stretch. With your leg over his shoulder he sank deeper than before, hitting places that made your vision spark. He stayed there for a moment, buried to the hilt, thumb stroking your throat again.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he groaned, cocky mask cracking just a little. “So wet and warm. Taking me so well.”
Then he started moving.
Deep, rolling thrusts that dragged against every sensitive spot. The new angle was devastating. He kept one hand on your throat, squeezing just enough to make every breath feel precious, the other gripping your thigh where it rested over his shoulder. Every time you got close he slowed, ground against you, denied you again with that infuriating patience, whispering more praise and filth the whole time.
“You’re learning so fast,” he panted, voice rough. “Look at you…bound, choked, leg up like this, begging with your eyes. Didn’t know you needed it this bad, did you?”
You shook your head, whimpering.
He grinned, sharp and filthy. “Good. I like being the one who shows you.”
He fucked you harder then, pace relentless, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the room. The hand on your throat tightened just enough to make everything hazy and bright at the edges. Your bound wrists strained above your head. Your leg trembled over his shoulder.
When he finally let you come it was with a broken cry, walls clenching hard around him as the orgasm crashed through you in waves that felt endless. He followed right after, hips stuttering, groaning your name like a curse as he spilled deep inside you.
For a long moment he stayed there, leg still hooked over his shoulder, forehead pressed to yours, both of you shaking.
Then he kissed you, slow, almost sweet and carefully lowered your leg, unbuckled the belt from your wrists, and rubbed gentle circles into the skin there.
Lohen pulled out and collapsed beside you, tugging you against his chest. One hand stroked your hair while the other traced lazy patterns on your back.
“Still with me?” he murmured, voice softer now.
You nodded against him, dazed and glowing, the new parts of yourself still humming under your skin.
He pressed a kiss to your temple, cocky smile audible in his tone.
“Good. Because I’ve got a whole list of new things I want to show you.”
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⋮ ⌗ ┆warnings: explicit smut, light bondage, orgasm denial, chocking, teasing/dirty talk, dom Lohen, possible grammar mistakes
⋮ ⌗ ┆author’s note: This is partly for my good friend who recently became a Lohen fan and discovered…things about herself. Human Nature by Madonna was playing on repeat while writing this.
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You hadn’t meant for the evening to end like this.
One moment you were engaged in sharp tongued banter in a quiet corner of the Knights’ headquarters, the next Lohen had you backed against the door of his quarters with that infuriating, cocky smile on his lips. His hair was slightly disheveled from patrol, dull red eyes gleaming with a predatory focus resembling a predator.
“Careful,” he’d murmured earlier, voice low and teasing as his fingers brushed your wrist. “Keep looking at me like that and I might start thinking you want me to ruin you.”
You’d laughed it off. You weren’t inexperienced, but this? The heat pooling low in your belly at the promise in his tone was new. Dangerous. Intriguing.
And it seems a single “Hey, are you free tonight?”, was able to get his attention.
Lohen’s quarters were still exactly as you remembered them. One bed, one chair, an armory’s worth of blades arranged with obsessive care along the wall. The only thing out of place was you, standing in the middle of it while he circled you like a man who already knew how this night was going to end.
When your hands lifted to take your clothes off, which felt like they were suffocating you, your wrist was caught mid air. A strong grip.
“I’ll do it.”
He didn’t rush.
“Arm’s up.”
Long fingers caught the hem of your shirt and lifted it slowly, knuckles dragging deliberately over your stomach as he peeled the fabric up and over your head. He tossed it somewhere behind him without looking, eyes never leaving yours.
“Been thinking about this,” he said, voice low and pleased with himself. “How you’d look when I finally got you out of all these layers.”
He unhooked your bra, the little click sounded obscenely loud in the quiet room. Sliding the straps slowly down your arms, letting his thumbs brush over your nipples on the way. The cool air hit you at the same time his mouth did. Got, open mouthed kiss just below your collarbone, teeth grazing.
“You’re shivering,” he murmured against your skin, cocky little smirk audible in his voice. “Cold?”
He dropped to one knee to deal with your pants, dragging them and your underwear down together in one smooth motion. His hands skimmed up the backs of your thighs as he rose again, stopping just short of where you were already aching for him.
“Look at you,” he said, tilting his head, red eyes gleaming in the lamplight. “Standing here so pretty and patient. Do you like this, hm? Being stripped down in my room like you’re something I get to unwrap.”
Even though he was looking up at you and you were looking down on him, it still felt like you were staring at beast about to eat you.
You swallowed. Your voice came out thinner than you meant it to. “Maybe. I told you I’m just…feeling things out.”
Lohen laughed, a deep sound vibrating in his chest. “Right.” He stood up, threw your clothes on an unused chair.
“On the bed,” he ordered, voice still light, still flirty, but there was steel underneath. “Hands above your head.”
You moved. The bed creaked under your weight. Lohen followed, pulling something from the neat row of gear on the wall, soft but strong leather straps, the kind he probably used for securing equipment. Or prisoners. The thought sent an unexpected thrill through you.
He bound your wrists together with practiced ease, then secured them to the headboard. Not tight enough to hurt, but tight enough that you couldn’t pull free. The restriction made your breath catch.
Lohen sat back on his heels between your spread thighs and just looked at you for a long moment, cocky grin widening.
“Safe word’s ‘door,’” he said quietly, eyes meeting yours. Serious for one heartbeat. “You say it and everything stops. Understood?”
You nodded.
“Good girl.”
One hand wrapped around your throat. Not squeezing yet, just resting there, thumb stroking the side of your neck.
“New rule tonight,” he said, leaning down until his mouth brushed yours. “You don’t come until I say. Not once. Not even close. I want to see how long you can last for me.”
Your breath hitched. He felt it under his palm and smiled against your lips.
“Yeah. That’s the one. You like that idea.”
He gave you a kiss. Not the little kitten kisses. Deep, filthy, all tongue and teeth while his free hand slid between your legs. Two fingers dragged through your folds, already slick, and circled your clit with lazy, devastating precision. You moaned into his mouth and he chuckled against it.
Bringing his hand up between both your faces, so you could see. Your own slick glistening his fingers, a clear strip stretching between his fingers.
“You’re all soaked,” he teased, voice rough. “Filthy little thing. I’m going to ruin you so nicely.”
He worked you slow. Fingers dipping inside, curling, pressing right where you needed while his thumb kept that steady, torturous circle on your clit. Every time your hips started to roll, every time your breathing went ragged and your thighs trembled, he eased off. Slowed. Stopped completely once, fingers buried deep but motionless while you clenched around him and whined.
“Please—”
“Please what?” He squeezed your throat lightly, just enough to make your head spin. “Use your words.”
“I…I need to come,” you gasped, hips twitching uselessly against his still hand.
Lohen chuckled, low and dark. “Not yet. You’re doing so well, but I want to hear you beg a little more. Listen to how desperate you sound already.” He curled his fingers again, pressing firmly against that spot inside you, but kept the movement agonizingly shallow. “Does it feel good when I touch you here? When I keep you right on the edge like this?”
You nodded frantically, a broken moan escaping as he added a third finger, stretching you open.
“Words,” he reminded you, thumb brushing your clit in feather-light strokes.
“Yes, fuck, yes it feels good. Please, Lohen, I’m so close…”
He pulled his fingers out completely, leaving you clenching around nothing. You cried out in frustration, tugging at the restrains around your wrists.
“Shhh. Poor thing.” He brought his slick fingers to your lips again. “Open. Taste yourself while I tell you how pretty you look when you’re denied.”
You obeyed, sucking obediently while he watched with hooded eyes.
“That’s it. Suck them clean like a good girl. You’re learning so fast tonight. Doesn’t it feel much better to just give into your desires? Throbbing because I won’t let you finish.” He leaned down, nipping at your jaw. “You’re soaked all the way down your thighs. Does being helpless turn you on this much? Being at my mercy?”
You whimpered around his fingers, nodding.
He withdrew them with a wet pop and slid them back between your legs, fucking you with them again, harder this time, faster, curling relentlessly. Your back arched, heels digging into the cot as the pressure built blindingly fast.
“Close again?” he taunted, hand tightening around your throat. “I can feel you fluttering. Don’t you dare come. Hold it. Show me how badly you want to be good for me.”
You tried. Gods, you tried, clenching every muscle, biting your lip until it hurt but the wave was too strong. Just as you were about to tip over, he stopped again, pressing the heel of his palm firmly against your clit to keep you teetering without falling.
“Fuck. Lohen, please, I can’t. I need—”
“You can,” he murmured, voice dripping with smug satisfaction. “Because I want to watch you unravel slowly. I want to hear every pretty sound you make when I keep you right here.” He scissored his fingers, stretching you wider. “Tell me how it feels. Be honest. Do you like when I play with you like this? When I decide if and when you get to fall apart?”
“Yes,” you sobbed, tears of overwhelming pleasure slipping down your temples. “I like it. I love it. I didn’t know I needed this.”
His grin was sharp and victorious. “There it is. That’s my girl. Discovering all these new filthy little wants.” He pulls back his hand completely. Hands gripping your thighs instead.
“In fact, I think you deserve a reward. For holding out this long for me and finally giving into me.”
Lohen stripped the rest of the way and settled between your thighs. One big hand hooked under your knee and lifted, draping your leg over his shoulder. Pushing it up against your chest.
“Ow ow ow…”
“Shhh. You’ll ease into it.” He said as he massaged your muscle. The stretch opened you wider, deeper. He lined himself up, the head of his cock dragging through your soaked folds.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
He pushed in slow, one long, thick slide that had you gasping at the stretch. With your leg over his shoulder he sank deeper than before, hitting places that made your vision spark. He stayed there for a moment, buried to the hilt, thumb stroking your throat again.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he groaned, cocky mask cracking just a little. “So wet and warm. Taking me so well.”
Then he started moving.
Deep, rolling thrusts that dragged against every sensitive spot. The new angle was devastating. He kept one hand on your throat, squeezing just enough to make every breath feel precious, the other gripping your thigh where it rested over his shoulder. Every time you got close he slowed, ground against you, denied you again with that infuriating patience, whispering more praise and filth the whole time.
“You’re learning so fast,” he panted, voice rough. “Look at you…bound, choked, leg up like this, begging with your eyes. Didn’t know you needed it this bad, did you?”
You shook your head, whimpering.
He grinned, sharp and filthy. “Good. I like being the one who shows you.”
He fucked you harder then, pace relentless, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the room. The hand on your throat tightened just enough to make everything hazy and bright at the edges. Your bound wrists strained above your head. Your leg trembled over his shoulder.
When he finally let you come it was with a broken cry, walls clenching hard around him as the orgasm crashed through you in waves that felt endless. He followed right after, hips stuttering, groaning your name like a curse as he spilled deep inside you.
For a long moment he stayed there, leg still hooked over his shoulder, forehead pressed to yours, both of you shaking.
Then he kissed you, slow, almost sweet and carefully lowered your leg, unbuckled the belt from your wrists, and rubbed gentle circles into the skin there.
Lohen pulled out and collapsed beside you, tugging you against his chest. One hand stroked your hair while the other traced lazy patterns on your back.
“Still with me?” he murmured, voice softer now.
You nodded against him, dazed and glowing, the new parts of yourself still humming under your skin.
He pressed a kiss to your temple, cocky smile audible in his tone.
“Good. Because I’ve got a whole list of new things I want to show 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.”
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.
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⋮ ⌗ ┆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.
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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
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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.”
