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More Toph hair downnn ✨✨

zuko's aways got his hand on the small of your back.

katara's always got her hand entwined with yours.

sokka's always got an arm slung low so his hand curves around your hip.

Don't know how to angst but, i can draw her crying

(MY BABBBYYY 😭🙏))

waking up in a groggy, sleepy haze, your breath shudders at the feel of a hot, large palm nestled beneath your soft tee shirt, right over your right breast.

“t-toph?” you groan, barely looking over your shoulder to find a very sleepy toph laying right behind you. “are you awake?”

toph’s eyes are closed, but she smiles. her calloused fingers slowly graze over your nipple, the sensitive bud hardening beneath her fingertip as she swirls her finger around, playing with you. her hips are tucked right against your ass, her nose nuzzling against your shoulder and neck as she intertwines her muscular leg between your soft, warm thighs.

“tophie,” you moan softly, squirming under her touch. “stop it. we’re ‘sposed to be asleep.”

“stop what?” she replies, her voice low, tired, and raspy against your neck. “i’m not doin’ anything,” she says, despite her fingers cupping your breast fully with a possessive squeeze.

“we’ve got a long day, we need all the sleep we can get,” you protest tiredly, though you make no effort to move away.

a small whine escapes you as she gives your nipple a gentle tug, her thumb grazing over the hardened bud.

“i know, and i don’t care,” she mumbles back, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. “just let me touch you, yeah?”

“mm.. fine.”

toph pushes herself up with one arm, her breath ghosting over your cheeks hotly. “and maybe you can let me suck on them, too?”

toph beifong x injured!reader

content: angst, fluff, f!reader, toph crashing out, happy ending don’t worry, hc format (ish)

summary: read request above ᢉ𐭩

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if you got critically injured.. ˚࿔ // wlw intended

☁︎ when toph first hears about it from a nearby soldier, she doesn’t even believe it.

☁︎ she immediately turns to the source of his voice, hand feeling around the air before roughly yanking him closer by the collar. her sightless eyes glare daggers into him, a scowl tugging at her features, “that’s not something to fucking joke about, you asshole.”

he coughs, tapping at her hand for release, “t-this isn’t a joke, master beifong!”

☁︎ her grip tightens, earning strangled sounds from the scared soldier, but when she doesn’t sense any insincerity in his tone or heartbeat, it slackens. “..what?”

“.. ahem,” he clears his throat, trying to regain his composure, back in stance, “yes, the reports say that she sustained—”

“i heard you the first time!” she yells, her raised voice resounding through the camp, eyes blown wide, “where the hell is she?”

the soldier flinches, “a-after the incident, due to the gravity of—”

“cut to the fucking chase!” the ground violently rumbles beneath their feet. she gives his chest a few rough shoves, pushing him back, “go, get a fucking move on! take me there at once!”

☁︎ it is a miracle how she gets to the hospital safely. she was restlessly bouncing her leg, arms crossed over her chest, a million thoughts coursing through her mind. with each sinister possibility she imagined, she’d unconsciously bend some metal parts of the vehicle into shrivelling up like plastic. while she was unaware of her own effects, the poor crew who was chosen to ride with her did not dare breathe in her direction, keeping quiet as they mumbled silent prayers under their breaths.

☁︎ when she arrives at the hospital, her senses are all jumbled up. she keeps bumping into walls and glass, too agitated to slow down and feel around, and she had never cursed her blindness more. the soldier assigned to her hesitantly offers his help — and while in normal conditions, the proud toph beifong would never ever stoop down to actually ask for guidance like she was just some helpless blind girl — she is too alarmed to refuse, and time she doesn’t dare waste.

her need to find you far surpasses her pride, and that is no easy feat.

☁︎ “listen here—” she slams her fists on the front desk, veins bulging out of her forehead, “fuck you, and fuck your stupid forms, i don’t have time for this. tell me what room she’s in, and i really, really suggest you don’t test me. if you can’t tell, i’m in a really fucking bad mood right now.”

the receptionist swallows, terrified, “ma’am, i understand your concern and urgency, but it’s protocol. we need to confirm—”

toph was about to snap, the floor starting to shake under her feet again, when a familiar hand grabs her shoulder and forces her back.

“she’s with me,” katara — who had gotten here earlier because she’d predicted this exact scenario — offers an apologetic bow to the traumatized receptionist, “please excuse her behavior, she’s the patient’s girlfriend.”

☁︎ katara guides toph away, but the stubborn girl doesn’t miss the chance to spit at the front desk before leaving.

☁︎ katara held back on all the things she had to scold her for; how this wasn’t how someone presented themselves at a hospital, how this was disrespectful to the working staff, how she was disrupting the other patients as well as the visitors with the scenes she kept causing..

but that would have to wait. after all, any word unrelated to you would just go in one ear and out the other in toph’s current state.

☁︎ your doctor, who had just shut the door behind him after a small check-up on your vitals, stares quizzically at the seething woman approaching him, shoving away anybody she bumps into, closely followed by a fussy katara who apologized to the confused victims.

“move.” is the only word she gives him, voice low and gravelly. he glares down at her, offended. “excuse me?”

katara laughs nervously, pulling toph to her side, “um, hello doctor! this is her girlfriend. she just wants—”

“i said,” she jabs a calloused finger into his chest, “out of my way.”

☁︎ she unceromoniously barges in, letting katara fix her mess and butter up the scandalized doctor, as she makes her way to your bed. her breath hitches when she finally hears your heartbeat; the unmistakable heartbeat of the woman she loved, the pulse a bit weaker now, a testament to what really happened.

☁︎ all her anger drains out of her at once, her lip quivering with distress as she panickedly rushes to your side, feeling around the sheets for your hand.

☁︎ she shakily squeezes it, careful with the IV drips, and brings it to her face, “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry. i should have been there to protect you. this is my fault. i’m sorry.”

☁︎ nobody dares to come in. the rest of your friends arrive soon after and stay by the door, waiting for your girlfriend’s muffled sobs to subside first; everybody knows better than to walk in on a crying toph. the sight was rare, and it was for good reason.

☁︎ when night set and visitors started trickling out the hospital, toph didn’t budge. she was sat on a chair by your side, arms crossed over your bed, face buried in your sheets.

katara tentatively prodded her shoulder, light and gentle, “toph.. we can come back in the morni—”

“no.” her voice was small and hoarse, she didn’t even bother to raise her head.

☁︎ all attempts at getting her to properly rest or eat for the next three days were fruitless. she barely budged from her spot; only did so if she urgently needed the bathroom or if she wanted a doctor to yell at.

☁︎ it was on the third night that you finally stirred, your room dimly lit by only your vital signs monitor, the only sound filling it being the steady beeping of your heartbeat.

your bones felt like mush. you sighed, extremely dazed and lost, and your eyes lazily swept the room. the clock on the wall read 2am. huh, so you ended up in the hospital.

☁︎ you tried stretching your limbs a little bit, tight with the lack of movement, when the motion caused a head to suddenly pop up by your side. you scream, loud and long, startled out of your mind, when two familiar hands grab your arms. “y-you’re awake!”

☁︎ it takes you a minute to process why the hell you weren’t alone in the first place, before you finally realized who it was. your left hand felt around for the light switch next to you, and relief flooded your heart when her features came to light. she was here.

☁︎ “you scared me.. you big, stupid, careless idiot.” she grumbles, glaring at you, eyes welling up again, then hides her face in your lap as she hugs your legs. you were still disoriented and groggy, having just woken up from a three day slumber, but your hand found her hair, stroking it gently. “shh.. i’m here.”

☁︎ when you finally get discharged, she heavily denies having ever cried at all. says you just dreamt it up because of long you were asleep for.

☁︎ but her puffy eyes and lost weight spoke more than her flimsy lies, so you just smile, pretending to believe her, and go home, wrapped around your lovely girlfriend’s arm.

since that day, it goes without saying that you never got to leave on a mission without her again. well, not that you minded this new rule at all.

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* if you guys don’t leave replies i will just assume you hate me and my work is so shit and you secretly want me to die

listened to cigarettes after sex while writing this // art creds: @aisatsaa

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“mm..” you stir as gentle wisps of sunlight seep through the linen curtains, spilling over your face. at your movement, toph tugs you even closer, limbs tangled under the sheets, nose tips almost touching. you let out a small sleepy chuckle, gazing at your girlfriend’s beautiful features, relaxed in her slumber.

so pretty.

you lightly brush some mussy strands of hair off her face, and press a tiny peck to her forehead, your lips a bit chapped from the night’s rest.

you watch a smirk tug at her lips, her eyes still shut. “can’t help yourself, hmm?” she groggily whispers, her beefy arms wrapping around you even tighter. she buries her face in the crook of your neck, deeply inhaling your scent.

you sigh contently as she peppers soft kisses on your slightly sweaty skin, travelling up your jaw, to then give you two quick pecks on the lips.

her eyes finally crack open, and you smile, utterly smitten.

you give her a peck back, and she parts her lips, claiming your mouth into a longer, slower kiss. it’s tender, wet and warm. her tongue gently intertwines with yours, your sleepy moans filling the room.

she pulls away a little, strings of saliva connecting you both, a childish grin adorning her lips, “your morning breath stinks.”

“so does yours,” you quip, then you both snicker quietly, before melting back into your sweet, sloppy kiss without a word.

“mhm.. tophie..” you mumble between kisses, catching a glimpse of the clock behind her, “i need to get ready for work..”

she lets out a soft whine, refusing to latch off your kiss-swollen lips, “just a bit more.” her tongue prods at the small gap again, thrusting back into your warm mouth to interlace with yours again.

after a few more minutes, you chuckle, reluctantly pulling away and dodging her attempts, “toph, that’s enough.”

she groans at the loss, her grip on your hips tightening, then decides to nestle her face between your tits.

you tut, “seriously toph, i have— ah..” you gasp softly as her lips trail up the swell of your breast, one of her hands sliding up to cup it, leaving small nips in her wake.

she peers up at you, lips jutted into a pout, chin resting on your cleavage, “stay with me.”

your forming protests die on your tongue when her thumb teasingly brushes over your hardening nipple, the sensation going straight to your core. she was too good at this.

you sigh, a pink blush rising up your cheeks, defeated, “you’re so needy.. i guess i can call in sick today.”

she grins, giving your ass an affectionate squeeze, “that’s my girl. c’mere.” and with that, you laugh, and she eagerly swallows it, her lips back on yours again.

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* @bae-fong queen your reblog inspired this actually so thank you 👅

modern!toph beifong who hates going shopping, but she doesn’t mind it one bit if she’s with you. she’s always the one holding all your bags—and since she couldn’t care less about how she looks, she lets you pick out all her clothes. you usually go for soft, baggy pieces because they feel “freeing” on her skin. plus, you like to steal her hoodies anyway.

modern!toph beifong who has zero social media presence, yet your accounts are filled with pictures of her. it’s all caught-off-guard photos and mirror selfies where she’s playfully wrapping her arms around your neck in a headlock just to show off her muscles. every time she hears the camera shutter go off, she calls you out. "what’re you doing, babe? more pictures for that stupid photo app again?” but despite the grumbling, she’ll still try her best to throw a silly pose—even if her eyes are staring a little bit past the lens.

modern!toph beifong who has a ridiculous playlist specifically for sex. whenever she hears a song—maybe some slow rnb—she’ll immediately think, “that’s pretty sexy,” and add it to the queue she’s curated for when she’s going down on you. in the heat of the moment, you’ll moan out, “toph, what even is this?” and she’ll pull back with that stupid, toothy grin of hers—lips and chin slick with your arousal — and pridefully say, “it’s my sex playlist.”

modern!toph beifong who’ll earthbend a makeshift seat for you whenever your legs are tired from walking. whether you’re traveling or just on a hike, the second you complain “tophie, my legs are sore, can we rest?” —she’s already shifted the ground into a rock in the shape of a perfect chair just for you. “of course, my princess.” 

modern!toph beifong who looks way too good working out at the local gym. with a black sports bra tight against her muscular chest, she’s grabbing everyone’s attention. if it isn’t her looks that catch them, it’s her sheer fucking strength. she’s prideful about it, sure, and when she senses your jealousy, she’ll wrap an arm around your waist to pull you in for a kiss. “can’t blame ‘em for staring, baby. i’m a world-class earthbender, after all.” she’ll even squeeze your ass shamelessly just to make people look away out of secondhand embarrassment. “besides, i’m all yours.”

content: fluff, kind of angsty, age gap relationship, toph sucks at parenting, lin’s mommy issues.

summary: after you got married to toph, you found the next challenge to be her kids, especially the eldest. how will you get them to warm up to you?

!! disclaimer: this part is kind of a sequel, mostly centered around how you deal with toph’s kids (requested). if you want a more toph-focused part, check out part 1 here. it’s not necessary to read, but it’ll make more sense. muah, enjoy !!

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chief beifong was not what people would call an exemplary mother.

you and toph had been married for some months now; and while your age gap was heavily questioned by both your families and almost everyone around you, the ones who were most shocked about your marriage were her kids.

you had only seen them a few times while you were dating, since you were still living separately and rarely crashed at her place, and most of the time they would just give you an indifferent nod and excuse themselves to their rooms, leaving you and toph be. they assumed you were just some girl she’d spend a few weeks with, then ditch.

after all, toph was hardly a committed person.

so it was to their complete surprise when she called for them, introducing you as their new step-mom.

you were a nervous wreck that day. sure, they may be only kids, but they were going to be your kids. the last thing you wanted to do was start off on the wrong foot.

the oldest, eleven-year-old lin, stared at you incredulously for a good while, then barked at her mother. “is this a joke?”

well, ouch.

toph only scoffed, wrapping her strong arm around your waist to pull you closer to her side, “and what exactly about this looks like a joke to you, young lady?”

lin threw her arms up, bewildered, “you can’t be serious! she’s like a teenager, and you’re all old and wrinkly.”

a choked sound left your throat at that. was this little girl really eleven? you covered your mouth, taking the “teenager” note as a compliment that she probably didn’t mean. hey, at least you looked that young.

“say that again, you little shit!” toph spat, chasing after her.

you frowned, about to say something about her cussing at the child, when you noticed lin instantly perk up at the attention, erupting in giggles as she ran away, “old and wrinkly! old and wrinkly!”

you watched them leave your field of view, running further inside the house, baffled. so this was what your wife was like with her children?

you were brought back to attention when a tiny hand tugged at your pant sleeve. you looked down, a wide-eyed grinning suyin looking up at you.

“my name is suyin,” the five year old stated. “s-u-y-i-n.”

“oh,” you smiled down at her, even though you already knew her name, “that’s a pretty name.”

“i know,” she crossed her pudgy arms over her chest. “you are too young, like a baby.”

seriously? the baby was saying that to you?

“i’m not a baby,” you knelt down to her height, patting her head with a gentle smile, “i know i’m much younger than your mom, but i’m in my twenties.”

she hummed, staring at you for a second, then looked away proudly, “of course, i know. you are twenties.”

later that night — much to your amusement — you were informed that suyin could only count up to ten.

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even though suyin was definitely the more troublesome child, the one who took the longest to warm up to you was lin. and the difference between them was nothing to scoff at.

she wasn’t a bad kid, not at all; she just refused to acknowledge you. she wordlessly helped with chores, only spoke if spoken to, addressed you as “miss” or by your name, never really asked for anything.

you couldn’t fault her, really. with an absent father, a little sister to care for, an overworked mother.. too much responsibility had been placed on her shoulders far too young.

and you desperately wanted to fix that; you wanted her to scribble on the walls, leave crumbs on the sofa, show you very poorly drawn portraits of yourself. you wanted her to feel safe enough to mess up with you, to be more carefree..

but that proved to be extremely difficult. while she didn’t cause you trouble directly, she made it clear that she wasn’t interested in talking to you, and wanted to be left alone most of the time. the only times you’d see her light up were when toph came home, as she hung on to her every word with rapt attention.

you’d always watch the exchanges carefully, toph’s blindness rendering her oblivious to the excitement in her daughter’s gaze as she recounted whatever happened at work today.

your relationship with lin stayed rather tense for a while, and sometimes her bluntness would leave you rattled for the rest of the night, earning very curious questions from your wife later in bed. but you didn’t want to tell her about this, she could get mad and take it out on lin, and that would in turn only worsen the latter’s resentment for you. you were determined to fix this yourself.

it was on a random wednesday night, when an argument finally cracked through the tough facade of the older child.

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your wife was kept up late at work, so you decided to tuck the kids into bed alone. after a lot of whining and some tears, suyin tired herself out and fell asleep in your arms. you chuckled softly, picking her up and setting her down on her bed. lin was still standing in the hallway, arms crossed, stubbornly glaring at you.

for an eleven year old child, that glare had you as scared as your wife’s did. she was definitely toph’s daughter, through and through.

you walked over to her, leaning down a bit to her height, giving her a nervous smile, “lin, honey, are you not sleepy?”

“no.” short and straight to the point. her features did not soften.

“ah, i see,” you scratched your head, a little lost. you never really knew how to deal with situations like these, you didn’t know how much authority you held, and you really didn’t want to be stern on a child who hardly accepted you, who didn’t even consider you her mom. you cleared your throat, tone gentle, “but it’s getting late, honey. toph is still—”

“i don’t care!” you flinched back at her raised voice; lin had never yelled at you before. she huffed, looking away, “i want to wait for my mom.”

you really, really didn’t know what to do. “um,” you stammered, still a bit shaken from her outburst, “s-she could be very late, sweetheart. how about i make you a cup of—”

“what do you know!” she snapped, so loud you were sure suyin would wake up. “you’re waiting for her, so why can’t i!?”

you frowned, gently seizing her shoulders to try and calm her down, “deep breaths, honey. you’re a child, staying up so late is bad for—”

“of course!” she interrupted you again, shrugging your hands off, voice cracking, “you want me to go to sleep so you can spend all her free time with her! i never see mommy— ahem, mom, all day, and now you’re here, hogging the tiny bit of time i had with her! it’s not fair, it’s not fair—”

oh goodness, there was so much to unpack here.

“hey, hey.” you grabbed her a little more firmly now, deeply upset. “lin, sweetheart, is this what this is about? you think i’m stealing your mom from you?”

tears started welling up in her eyes now, as she desperately wiped at them with her overly big sleeve. your heart broke at the sight.

you took her hands in yours, gently caressing them with your thumbs. “talk to me, lin. will you tell me what’s hurting you?”

she sniffled, staring at you quietly, her glare reluctantly softening, “i-i just..”

you nodded, spurring her on, giving her hands a reassuring squeeze.

she looked down at her feet, her eyes watery, “m-mom never spends time with us, she’s always busy with work, work, work all the time. i.. i did everything, i took care of the house, i even learnt to earthbend just like her, a-and i try to be the best, just like her, so she can be proud of me, and spend time with me..”

she stopped for a bit, her gaze briefly flitting up to you through her tears, then focusing back on her feet, “then.. you showed up. y-you’re not even a bender, you’re not strong at all, and yet you have all her attention. s-she always praises you so much, even though i did everything you do, and more. she spends her mornings with you, her nights with you. w-when she has a day off, she gets excited to take you out first. her days off were usually for me.”

you let out a shaky sigh, your heart torn to shreds. this is what she has been bottling up all this time? no wonder she resented you.

you knew toph had spent her entire childhood restricted, so she thought the best way to parent was to do the opposite and grant her children the total freedom she wished for. but in doing that, she failed to give them the love and attention they needed.

you swallowed, gently squeezing her hands again, “lin, i had no idea you felt that way. i’m so sorry. i.. i was trying so hard to get you to like me, i didn’t consider toph being a factor in this. that was stupid of me.”

she stayed quiet, hesitantly looking up at you.

“honey,” you let go of her hands to wrap your arms around her small frame, hugging her tight. “i’m never, ever, taking your mother away from you. she’s your mom first, my wife second. i don’t want you to think she’s neglecting you for me.”

“but she is,” she mumbled quietly against your chest, small fingers curling around your clothes.

“she’s not,” you denied, tenderly stroking her hair. “i promise you, even before we got married, she’d always tell me stories about her two daughters. especially you, lin. she was always proudly showing off how you could earthbend so well at such a young age.”

she glanced up at you, and that was the first time she ever looked at you with anything other than disinterest or annoyance. she was listening to you. “really?”

“really.” you affirmed, tucking a strand behind her ear. you smiled, “your mother loves you a lot. thank you for opening up to me, lin. you’re a very strong girl.”

she hummed, a little flustered now, “d-don’t tell mommy— i mean, mom, about this.”

“i won’t.” you stroked her cheek, tilting your head, “and starting tomorrow? we’re going to be spending a lot more time together. and you can have tophie all for yourself in the mornings, how about that?”

an embarrassed blush set on her cheeks, as she reluctantly nodded. “thank you.”

“i’m always here for you.”

she rubbed her puffy eyes, the tiredness finally crashing down on her after that crying, “i.. i’ll go to sleep now.”

“alright,” you pressed a gentle peck to her forehead, “good night, lin.”

“good night.” she walked towards her room, then stopped in her tracks. she turned back to look at you, a little guilty. the sight made you raise a puzzled eyebrow.

“i..” she started, fidgeting. “i’m sorry for the stuff i said earlier. a-about.. you not being a bender, and.. being weak.. and stuff. i’m sorry, i didn’t—”

“hey,” you smiled, waving her apologies off, “don’t apologize for that. i promise, no offense taken. now, off to bed, you.”

she stared at you for a good minute, then nodded, finally going to bed.

thankfully for both of you, suyin was an incredibly deep sleeper.

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when toph finally came home that night, she found a very delighted you in the kitchen, humming a song as you heated up her dinner.

she purred, snaking her arms around your waist from behind, pressing lazy kisses to your nape, “somebody’s in a good mood.”

you chuckled, turning off the stove, “you could say that.”

“so i’m getting lucky tonight,” she grinned, suggestively kneading the flesh of your hips.

you rolled your eyes, turning back to face her, and she wasted no time in lifting you up on the counter.

since that day, lin significantly warmed up to you, and so did suyin as well. as the weeks went by, with all the time your wife spent at work and you stayed with the kids, you found them getting increasingly attached to you.

hell, they were actually calling you “mom” now. maybe you were their new favourite.

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* oh lin my sweetheart 🙁 and thank you so much for 500 followers guys, i love you!!

Chief Toph Beifong x Pregnant Wife Reader

WC: 3.7k+

Synopsis: You wake up desperately needing Toph so you call her at work.

Warnings/Content: g!p toph, pregnant reader, masturbation, dry humping, pillow riding, praise kink, dirty talk, mommy/daddy kink, toph talkes you through it. Barely any plot just 3k+ of toph matching your freak on company time.

AN: I did not plan on posting but this idea came to me in a dream and I stayed up writing this until 3am.

adult toph beifong x f!reader warnings: established relationships, arguments, very light angst summary: you're a teashop owner that's too busy to give your girlfriend toph any attention. so naturally, she gets upset. based on this request.

toph wouldn’t call herself a needy girl.

but there are moments where she feels a massive craving to be touched by you. whether it’s a small hug, the brush of your hands, or a peck on the cheek. despite her feelings, she was never one to show pda.

and she was never one to interrupt you when you’re busy doing other things—being a burden was the last thing she wanted to be, especially if it was for something as trivial as wanting attention.

warnings: 18+ nsfw, pure filthy smut, no seriously it’s just smut, meandom!toph, sadist vampire!toph, sub!reader, mirror sex, fingering, g!p toph, p in v sex, hair pulling, degradation, face slapping, blood sucking, manhandling, condescending praise, toph is kinda evil

summary: prev. part here. hmm a summary.. honestly?? just lesbian vampire porn. enjoy!

author’s note: vampires don’t have reflections, and they can also shapeshift.. used these to my advantage. 🙈

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the second the word “yes” left your mouth, you flinched in advance, arms over your face. you’d expected her to lunge at you the moment permission was granted, but you only heard her slow footsteps as she stepped further into your room.

you lowered your arms, watching her as she calmly dragged a lazy hand over your walls, like she was tracing the perimeter of your room. when she started getting closer to you, you nervously staggered back until the back of your thighs bumped against the edge of your bed.

she continued her odd pacing, continuously feeling your walls and what they held, until her finger met glass. she stopped, swiping it across to leave a smudged fingerprint behind.

she hummed, not looking up at you, “does this mirror face your bed, princess?”

you blinked, confused at this turn of conversation. seriously? one second ago she looked like she was about to end your life, and now she was asking about your furniture placement?

“uh,” you stared at her, a little lost, “um, yes? it’s a wall mirror, i can pretty much see most of my room in it. it’s useful.”

“is that so?” she tapped her index against it, a chill-inducing smile setting on her lips, “that’s good.”

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“ah! mmph! t-toph please—” you sobbed, words slurred, tears streaming down your face. she was sat on the edge of your bed, having pulled you into her lap, your back flush against her clothed chest. you were stripped bare, your expensive gown ripped to shreds by her claws, as you shamefully bounced on her fingers.

her free hand grabbed your left tit, pushing you closer to her as she slotted her chin on your shoulder. she cooed in your ear, “aw, poor baby, can’t even get off without me? what are you, a teenager?”

you sniffled, flush with embarrassment, “i-i’m not— ah!” your protests were cut short when her thumb joined in to press on your swollen clit, dragging loud moans out of your quivering lips.

“so cute,” she licked a strike up your neck, fondling your soft breast, the speed of her fingers not letting up. “eyes on the mirror, princess.”

the sight only made you want to cry harder, utterly humiliated.

from your position, you were forced to watch yourself get fucked by seemingly nothing, her reflection invisible on the huge mirror, your legs spread wide, watching your sopping wet cunt in full view as it stretched in and out with each thrust of her pale digits, your slick dripping off you in filthy strings.

“wish i could see you,” she nipped at your nape, “i’m sure you look so pretty right now.”

her hand let go of your chest, sliding up to your throat, feeling the skin there.

then all her movements came to a halt.

you whimpered, hips rolling in frustration, confused, “t-toph? please— agh!”

you gasped, crying out in pain as her calloused fingers gave you a sharp squeeze, crushing your windpipe for a second. “is that makeup?” she asked, swiping at the melted foundation you applied earlier, now mixed with the sweat that collected on your collarbones.

you stammered pathetically, “i-i had to! if my father saw those marks, i would be dead.”

“and?” she replied coolly, like that was only some minor inconvenience. “who said you could cover them up?”

you were baffled by her audacity; was she even listening to you? she wasn’t even supposed to leave them there in the first place! you’d made that boundary clear time and time again, and it was quite literally the reason why you didn’t come to her tonight. you took a second to arrange your thoughts, deciding to take this moment to give her a piece of your mind.

not even one syllable managed to make it out of your mouth before she abruptly resumed her pace, even more brutal than earlier. you screamed, crying, writhing on her lap, “toph! it hurts, it—”

she instantly grabbed your jaw, roughly setting your face back in front. “i said, eyes on the mirror.”

you could only sob, eyes barely kept open, your vision clouding as you watched the reflection of your thighs spasm, your drooling pussy clenching around her invisible fingers.

“g-gonna cum,” you whined, overstimulated. her hand rested on the side of your head so she could feel the taut muscles of your eyelids; if she felt your eyes fluttering shut, she’d extend her claws again, digging into the skin of your temple to snap them wide open.

she crooned mockingly, nipping at your earlobe, “cum? already? do you have no self control, doll?”

“p-please— ah!” you gasped when her fingers deliciously curled inside you, prodding at that spongy spot, and with a sharp cry, your thighs shook uncontrollably as you came all over her hand, ears ringing with pleasure.

she growled, “fucking slut.” she immediately pulled her fingers out, angrily shaking them dry off your wetness, the droplets flying everywhere, some landing on your face, “who the fuck told you you could cum?”

you mumbled tiredly, eyes half shut as you looked at your limp body in the mirror, already spent from this orgasm, her words fading into a distant buzz in the background. you started relaxing in her grasp, when the same hand she just fingered you with suddenly fisted your hair, sharply rolling you off her and into the bed.

you cried out, clutching your scalp, and the stickiness of her fingers only made the strands cling more stubbornly to her grip, so you couldn’t help but let out an agonizing scream as she roughly yanked her hand off.

she didn’t seem to care the slightest bit about your crying. you sobbed, sitting back on your heels, trying to soothe the burning pain at your roots.

toph gave you no second to breathe, her hand slamming against your mouth as she pushed you to lay down on the bed, pinning you under her, muffling your pained wails.

you sniffled, staring into her white eyes with raw, unadulterated fear; her pupils had thinned into slits, and even though she was blind, terror seized your limbs under her heavy gaze.

she licked her fangs, and all the prayers you knew started tumbling out of your mouth.

“l-lord and heavenly father— augh!” you cried as she grabbed your jaw, twisting your head to the side so harshly that you swore your neck muscles tore. she smoothed down the now taut skin, your veins throbbing as all the blood rushed to your brain.

she hissed as she felt the full, bulging vessels under her fingertips, and even though your head was held down in that angle where you couldn’t see her, you felt her saliva dripping on the exposed patch of skin.

you were going to die. you absolutely were.

you squeezed your eyes shut, awaiting the fatal bite, but it didn’t come.

you waited more. still nothing.

her hand was still holding your head in that uncomfortable arch, so you couldn’t tell what expression she had on her face or what she was thinking.

her grip suddenly went slack.

you swallowed nervously, slowly turning your head her way. she was still staring you down so intensely you wanted to die, but she looked a bit more pensive now, her features slightly softened. you tried analyzing her facial changes, a little hopeful.

she scoffed, feeling your gaze on her, and gave you a rough slap on the cheek, whipping your head to the other side, “i’m just thinking of what i should do with you, you whore. don’t take my silence for mercy.”

you whimpered, redness blossoming on the tingly spot, too scared and still dazed from your earlier climax to really process anything else, “i-i’m sorry..”

she gave you another slap, lazier than the first, but just as firm. “you will be.”

this whole time, while you were completely naked, she had stayed clothed through it all. so when her hands finally hooked around the waistband of her pants, your entire body jolted with excitement and need, snapping you out of your post-orgasm haze. you watched her eagerly, eyes zoomed in on her crotch.

that is, until you noticed something weird.

you squinted, puzzled at what you were seeing. was that a bulge? it was a bulge. but she didn’t have a—

“you’re quiet,” she huffed out a small laugh, “see something you like?”

your doubts were confirmed when she slid her bottoms down, a girthy cock straining against her underwear, clear as day. you were totally baffled, too many questions flooding your mind. since when did she have one? she had scissored you just yesterday! you were sure she had a pussy. how the hell—

“interesting,” she hummed, tugging her briefs down and letting her cock spring up, “did your legends not tell you vampires can shapeshift?”

you frowned, even more lost, “they did, but i thought you could only transform into bats or something. not… this.”

“that’s cute.” she smiled down at you, languidly stroking herself, “get on all fours.”

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she didn’t even wait for you to properly assume the position.

as soon as she heard the rustling of the sheets under you as you flipped over, she instantly grabbed your hips, lifting them up to her liking, and struck into you without delay, making you choke on your screams.

“mgh! toph!” you cried out, her thrusts hard and fast from the get-go, your elbows giving out only a few seconds in, as your face plopped into the mattress, sobbing into the sheets.

“so good,” she exhaled through her nose, pounding you with punishing precision, “you’re so fucking wet, you’re sucking me right in.”

her chest met with your back, as she angled herself to fuck into you even deeper, her hand brushing your hair off your neck to lick at the sweaty flesh.

you uselessly moaned into the mattress, desperately clutching the sheets, tears freely streaming down your face.

“so sweet,” she pressed a hot kiss to your neck, before sinking her fangs into the soft skin.

your voice was too hoarse to scream anymore, so you just quietly sobbed, eyes fluttering shut, the sting of her teeth pairing with the abuse of your cervix, the pain so unbearable it sent sparks of pleasure up your spine.

the flared tip of her cock stretching your velvety walls, the lewd sounds of her sucking your blood off, her needy moans as she fed on you, the sustenance in turn making her fuck you even harder..

your eyes rolled so far back you thought you’d gone blind.

“mmph.. toph..” you whimpered weakly, feeling lightheaded. she was taking too much blood.

“mhm..” she grumbled, savoring every last drop, “just a bit more..”

“p-please.. i..”

she reluctantly latched off your neck with a wet pop, soothing the bite with a few kitten licks.

she sighed, delighted, all traces of her earlier anger gone. “wow, there really is nothing like royal blood.”

you only helplessly mewled, the blood loss left you too tired to even speak.

“such a good girl,” she cooed, kissing your ear, “your blood’s so delicious, it’s got me all invigorated now. since i’m feeling merciful tonight, i guess i could pay you back for the feast.”

before you had a chance to even register her words in your mind— let alone understand or question them — her firm hands hooked under your hips, hiking them up higher and spreading your cheeks wider.

on your mother’s grave, you could feel her in your fucking womb — not even your cervix anymore.

“there we go,” loud broken moans were somehow coaxed out of your fried voicebox. she slid her hand down to draw circles on your clit, adding to the roaring fire in your abdomen, “come for me, princess.”

your vision flashed white.

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* oh vampire toph i will miss writing you.. she’s so sexy i wish she’d kill me

WATERMELON trend— adult Toph x f!You🔥 ((N$FW))

(Spare change everyone, y'all gotta pay me so i can buy myself a meal and beer😭)