╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ content: 18+ nsfw headcanons/scenarios, scissoring, a little spanking, anal (I'm so sorry), mommy kink (I'm sorry again), strap usage, adult dom!toph and adult dom!katara, chubby!fem!reader, fingering, pussy slaps (once), just a bunch of filth because I love these two and I need them so bad, sorry for any errors, these are some LONG ass headcanons

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ art by aisatsaa_ on twitter.ᐟ — wc: 1.3k

𓏲ּ𝄢 toph & katara, who loves kissing all over your body. being on the chubbier side is always something that you have been insecure about for multiple reasons: your big tits that always make a cute top look extra slutty, your stomach that isn't anywhere near flat, the stretch marks coating your plush arms and thighs, so on and so forth.

but every day they show you just how much they appreciate you having a little extra weight on you ─ toph will stand behind you, placing wet kisses on your neck while her hands grab handfuls of the same tits you feel bad about, squeezing them and twisting your sensitive nipples.

“you feel so soft, pretty girl. I don’t need eyes to see how fucking perfect this body is..” she mutters

you let out a soft moan from her hands and words, another one slipping out soon after because of katara's kisses on your thighs, her tongue tracing each and every stretch mark while her hands massage your belly. "you're so beautiful, sweetheart" katara murmurs..

𓏲ּ𝄢 toph & katara, who absolutely loves scissoring you and whispering sweet praises in your ear. though, the way they fuck you is anything but. toph is so rough, manhandling you into whatever position she desires, muscles flexing and sweat covering the both of you as her wet folds mash against yours, clits bumping deliciously.

It feels so good, so good that you naturally start to squirm away from the sensitivity, but she’s not having it. She’ll grab your plump thighs and pull you right back against her, gripping you tighter. “don’t fucking run from it, baby. you’re— fuuuck— doing such a good job, you can take it”

katara on the other hand? she’s so gentle with you…at first anyway. her hips slowly rock against yours, wet squelches filling the room along with your whines and she’ll lean down, her tits pressing against yours as she kisses you.

“s-shit. you feel amazing, gorgeous” she praises against your lips. then suddenly, she sits up, one hand grabs your thigh while the other grabs your hip, and speeds up. you choke out a moan, tears prickle in your eyes from the pleasure, breasts bouncing from the impact of her pussy rutting against you. “k-kataraaa— so good!” you whine. “i know, baby. i know. keep going, you can handle it. can’t you, sweet girl?” she lets out breathlessly

𓏲ּ𝄢 toph & katara, fucking you from the front and behind after you've been a brat all day. mumbling shit under your breath, rolling your eyes, sucking your teeth, mean mugging both of them, cursing up a storm, the list goes on. when they've finally had enough, you're left a drooling, trembling mess

you're completely naked, on all fours. your legs shake as katara fucks you hard from behind (her backshots are absolutely lethal), her thick, nine inch, sky blue strap stretches you out and bruises your cervix. your moans and cries are so loud, but you can’t help it when she’s this deep inside of you

she looks down at you, hypnotized by the way your ass claps back against her abdomen and the white ring that forms around the base of her dick. she gently rubs your back.

"oh baby, look at how wet this pussy is. seems like you're enjoying this too much, aren't you?" she questions teasingly, tilting her head. the noise you let out is somewhere between a whine and a moan, embarrassed at how much you love this. she knows you can't respond, not when toph is shoving your face into her dripping cunt.

her hands grab the back of your head as she face fucks you, using your mouth like a toy. "been running that filthy mouth all day, now look at you—fuck—" her head tilts back as she bobs yours up and down, strings of slick connecting your mouth to her clit.

“—just a fucking mess between us” she continues, looking back down and smirking. “is this what you wanted, pretty girl?

you lift your head from her pussy, slick all over your mouth. “y-yes mommy” you sweetly smile. “remembering your manners, i see. good girl.” katara praises, kissing your back. toph chuckles and sticks two fingers in your mouth, thrusting them. “filthy little slut. what are we gonna do with you?..” she murmurs

𓏲ּ𝄢 toph & katara, love filling all your holes, and I do mean all of them. for example: as they take turns eating you out, they'll shove a few fingers in your ass. they love the way you clamp down and how you get even wetter, sounds that they never heard before spilling out your mouth. or, toph will come up with the "brilliant " idea to shove a cute, crystal butt plug inside of you. they both think it's so cute how your face will warm with embarrassment as you bend over so she can put it in, giving you a light spank when she's done

𓏲ּ𝄢 toph & katara loves cuddling you...naked! whenever you guys are heading to bed, everyone's close are already scattered around the room. you're always in the middle of the two, bodies wrapped around each other. at first you were a little shy and nervous that they wouldn't want to cuddle someone who has your body, but they absolutely adored it. you were the perfect pillow in their eyes

𓏲ּ𝄢 toph & katara will compete to see who can make you squirt first. katara will sit behind you, her tits squished behind your back as she fingers you. you squirm as one hand holds your thigh and the other is plunging so deep inside of you, down to the knuckle. Her pace is ruthless as she rubs your clit, adding on to the overwhelming pleasure.

"m-mommy, please! it's t-too muuuuch" you cry out. she only smiles, kissing your cheek. "shh, it's okay. just let go for me, darling" she whispers in your ear. not even five seconds later and you're gushing all over her fingers, soaking them and the sheets. you pant, trying to catch your breath.

"ha! looks like you can't make her squirt after all!" toph points out, laughing. katara rolls her eyes, "oh shush. It's not like you can either!" she fires back. "you wanna bet? move over, sugar queen" toph nudges katara to get up and she takes her place behind you.

"you're gonna soak these sheets again for mama, right baby?" she asks, biting your ear. you nod, still too dizzy to properly speak, but she isn't having that. "i asked you a question. use your words, love" she says, smacking your thigh

"yes, mama!" you whine. you tilt your head back on her shoulder, so dazed out. "attagirl." her fingers get to work, stretching you open with how thick they were. Somehow, her pace was even faster than katara's, it made you scream out, your back arching away from toph's chest, but she pulled you right back against her.

"take it." she says firm in your ear. you whimper, trying so hard not to move away. but she makes it harder when she pulls her fingers out with a wet pop! and starts rubbing your clit at the same pace.

it didn't take long for your legs to start shaking as you squirted all over the sheets, some even landing on katara, who was sitting close and watching the whole thing. toph slaps your pussy, laughing at the 'sight'. "good girl, good fucking girl. I knew you could do it". your body relaxes into her, completely drained. "see, sugar queen?", she gently rubs your folds, "that's how it's done!"

"shut up, toph!"

!! EYESTRAIN WARNING !!

‘wearing it “ironically” huh?’

my moot and i are both consenting adults who happen to have an age gap and we playfully flirt around. i'm pretty sure you all have seen us in the replies and just chatting in general. and we're not dating because why would we hide it if we were? but we're not dating as the anon in my inbox has proclaimed.

it's gotten to a point where i need to leave for the sake of my mental health. just as i don't allow others to dictate how i use my space, i won't allow them to mess with how i'm feeling.

content: 18+ nsfw, smut, wife!reader, masturbation, brat taming, spanking, hand cuff usage, strap (briefly referred to as cock once), mommy kink.

summary: it’s been weeks since lin last touched you, and it’s getting unbearable, especially since you’re ovulating. but lin doesn’t take kindly to your bratty shenanigans.

wc: 2.3k // requested !! there’s no plot.

lin beifong was known for being a very strict, responsible woman.

everybody in the republic was well aware of that, and so were you.

as the chief of police, she hardly left room for any rule-breaking or rebellion.

so.. why did you think that being her wife meant she’d let you get away with it?

poor little you.

you should have known better.

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A heavy hand ruffles Zuko's hair softly, starting at the top of his head and effectively ruining the style he did that morning. He merely sighs as he accepts his fate, soaking up the begrudgingly relaxing feeling of his friend carding his fingers through the long, silken strands.

“Do I get to know why I'm being groomed like an ape?”

Aang laughs good-naturedly, an easy shrug of broad shoulders as he broaches the subject. “I thought you said you were gonna cut it; what made you not bother?”

The question freezes him momentarily, and then he takes a sip of tea to avoid the other man's near-scrutinizing gaze. A flush overtakes your lover's cheeks as he thinks about how best to answer his friend, who's waiting with an expectant yet fond look.

Logically, Zuko knows he should say it's the way you make moving wayward strands from his eyes look so tender and domestic. Another safe answer is because his hair is the first thing you absentmindedly reach for when you want to keep your hands occupied in some way. He often lets you toy with the strands, plaiting or twisting the locks into various sizes while he works and having to stifle a snort or quiet laugh when it tickles his ear.

How does he say it's really the way you'd loop your fingers through the dark tresses after he's had a long day?

You'd be straddling his lap, his arms tight around your frame and head on your shoulder, while your fingers would run through his hair, smoothing out whatever knots you could. Every so often, they'd weave themselves in the strands closest to the root, and it always made him shiver in anticipation.

Blunt nails would lightly scratch at his scalp and nape, making him grunt quietly as he sinks into the couch, trying to push himself closer to you at the same time. Then your fingers would tighten and yank, forcing a startled but relieved groan from his throat. His hair spills from the spaces between your fingers as you bunch the locks in your grip. Your teeth find the column of his neck, and his answering keen was one he couldn't quite hide.

The blissful tugs on his hair are so hard they sting, so hard they swell his dick until it's almost painful. A whispered plea and you're quick to indulge him. With your free hand stroking his cock, the other is still in his hair, twisting his head to the side to suck a bruise into perspiring, pale skin. His digits sink into the plush skin of your thighs, trying to ground himself as the smarting tug had him arching his spine as if it were suddenly malleable.

Your lover would always end up with fluttering lashes, uttering a mouthful of curses when your thumb would swipe over his weeping slit, the same time you yank hard enough to tilt his head back. His Adam's apple bobs under your lips, breath coming out in a shudder as you lave your tongue and nip your teeth at his throat.

His hips buck when you force his gaze back to you with another harsh tug. But he just couldn't stop his darkened and lidded eyes from rolling to the back of his skull when you started to fondle his balls, other hand still gripping his now disheveled hair.

The esteemed Fire Lord surely couldn't tell his friend that he'd also miss the fact that his hair is the first thing you grab onto when he finds home between your legs.

When his warm tongue teases your slit and laps at your arousal like he's dehydrated, you forget your restraint; completely disregard that there's a person attached to all the hair you're pulling, and he loves it. It makes him even greedier for you, that you got so caught up in the pleasure he's giving that you don't even realize the literal strands you've managed to pull from his scalp.

The sensation and thought had him grinding into your shared bed, his long, pretty cock weeping pre that stains the expensive sheets a darker shade of red. There's going to be a crick in his neck from how hard you pulled his hair to drag him in for a kiss. But he supposes that's his fault for wanting to be a willing puppet, to let your loving hands manipulate his strings with an expert but tender grace.

When your hands grip his biceps, he's soothing you with a kiss to your forehead. When he starts bullying himself inside you, said hands find his hair. The tip of his cock weeps at your entrance, begging to be let into your warmth, and that was the night he realized your pussy is the only thing tighter than your stabilizing grip on his hair. You're panting into his shoulder, teeth digging into the skin with a muffled whimper as he rolls his hips into a tentative thrust.

The pull of his hair and your sweet whines make him impatient; he doesn't want to wait to sink inside you. It's a little like pulling teeth waiting for your warm and wet hole to give; hurting you is the last thing he wants to do, but the soreness in his scalp makes his cock throb. The tingling at the base of his skull has him near whimpering as he fucks his leaky tip into your sopping cunt, the warmth making him shudder and bring your legs up, pressing them to your chest.

“My wife likes it.” He finally answers, and it might be underwhelming to the other male, but it's a safe deterrent from more questions. He doesn't feel like explaining that you're pulling on his hair makes him bust faster than anything, spilling his cum hot and heavy inside you, while his hair spills like ink from the spaces between your fingers.

there's this sense of entitlement that a lot of you seem to have. which is surprising considering that fanfiction is free and you have the option to simply not read it if you don't like it.

this is a reason why a lot of writers leave platforms like this. because readers assume they can lecture and harass writers into writing what they want.

please know that we do appreciate the support and love that is given towards us as writers but a line has to be drawn when you're being rude and disrespectful. especially when the writer has placed proper tags and made it clear about how the direction the fic is taking.