eden ☽٠࣪𖦹·.˚

“Why are you guys so worried”

And they all say your bruises and Korra comes up behind you and says they dint hurt with a smug look

⤷ you, my wonderful anon, have unleashed a beast and catapulted me right out of writer’s block. as soon as I read this I ran straight to my note app. I spiced it up a bit tho, I hope you don’t mind ;)

» mdni, nsfw, afab!reader, semi public sex, strap, wlw intended, sub!top!Korra

» note: Korra calls reader princess way too much cuz I’ve had my oc in mind while writing this and she’s an actual (fire nation) princess okay bye no actual details and such.

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among the privileges that came with being the avatar, Korra’s favourite had to be getting to share a bed with you. and life, in general, sure. 

even if being the avatar had nothing to do with it; unfortunately for her, that detail never particularly impressed you. her stubbornness, determination and fierceness on the other hand...

that was then, and now you have her wrapped around your finger. 

the water tribe prodigy has quickly become thoroughly obsessed with you: your figure, your features, your heart and passion. everything really. and Raava forbade Korra tried to behave and keep her hands off you.

the only issue was that no one really knew. there was no other reason to hide it, if not the shared desire to enjoy the intimacy of privacy a bit longer. you were not looking forward to your identity being erased and reduced to “avatar’s girlfriend”.

not that Korra was actually doing a pristine job at hiding her attraction to you anyway. you’re pretty positive at least your friends have to know. wherever you go, there’s a firm hand wrapped around your waist or resting on your lower back. in case of the smallest danger, Korra never seems to hesitate to use herself as a human shield to protect you, your complaints falling on deaf ears on the matter. 

“i know you can take care of yourself, i just can’t afford to lose you, you know?” the avatar’d reply, thumb brushing your cheeks. and what more can you argue about when Korra looks up to you with those big, beautiful, blue puppy eyes?

this time around, ceremoniously tipsy before dinner’s even served, no one is genuinely, physically able to rip Korra off you. you tried desperately to brush it off with some obviously fake excuse: “she’s just feeling particularly affectionate…” 

to which she had the audacity to reply, slurring her words. “yeah! plus she’s like— my best friend” you couldn’t stifle a laugh at that.

despite Korra being the most gentle and caring lover outside the bedroom, between the sheets she tends to be rough, eager, abrasive.

you wouldn’t have it any other way; it’s nothing you can’t handle—or don’t like.

so it truly doesn’t surprise you when the avatar rushes you in one of the many fancy bathrooms and traps your body against cold, marble tiles. 

“i don’t like when you make fun of me” she growls in your ear, teeth nibbling at the skin of your sensitive neck. she reeks of expensive wine and sweet jasmine. 

“i didn’t—“ you breathe out, struggling to pry away from her strong grip. her own breath against your exposed shoulder causes a shiver to break down your spine. 

“you were laughing at me” you can feel her pouting and it’s torture because her hands are working their way under the silky fabric of your dress. a gasp gets caught up in your throat as she snaps the material of your stockings against your thigh. “what’s this, princess?” Korra’s looking at you through her lashes and you’re ready to combust right there and then.

“‘was supposed to be a surprise. for later” you scold her, aware that it’ll willingly go ignored. the avatar raises an eyebrow, knowing exactly the surprise wasn’t going to end there, therefore she carefully traces her calloused fingers higher and higher until they come in contact with lace—soaked through lace. a sly grin spreads across her face. 

“Korra” it’s a warning, a plea. you’re growing impatient and don’t nearly have enough time to flip the situation around.

just like that, the avatar answers: “turn around”. she sounds so demanding you don’t even consider questioning her. quickly, you move to face the bathroom sink and rest your hands there. Korra repositions herself behind you, palms sliding up your torso to give both of your breasts a nice squeeze. 

she rolls her hips and you feel her bulge pressing against the curve of your ass— wait, what? 

your eyes widen. “Korra?!” 

it should sound concerned, but it comes out coated with arousal. your girlfriend, previously busy leaving a trail of wet kisses on your nape, stops. “let me take care of you, please?” 

you nod eagerly: “hurry up and fuck me.” how can you ever refuse her when she sounds almost as desperate to please you? 

Korra hitches the hem of your dress up around your waist, then pulls your underwear to the side, sliding the toy up and down your throbbing cunt. you’ve grown so sick and tired of her teasing that you push yourself back, slipping it inside you.

unable to see, a surprisingly loud moan escapes from your lips at the realisation that it’s bigger than anything you’ve taken before. then, a hand wraps around your neck, stealing the air from your lungs: “you need to be quiet.”

it’s all the avatar offers before starting to fuck the strap into you with short yet sharp thrusts, giving you no time to adjust. in retaliation, you bite at the palm of her hand. 

Korra groans, sinking her own teeth in your shoulder. she’s learned to read you far too well, so she knows exactly what you like and how you like it. in the meantime, her nails get busy digging dents in the meat of your sides, proudly aware that you finish quicker if she makes it hurt a little.

lust filled eyes rolling back, you pant against her palm, drool sliding its way down your chin. one of your hands is grasping at her suit jacket while the other grips at the sink’s desk. her cock is splitting you open so good your mind’s getting fuzzy. 

“be good and cum for me baby, c’mon” Korra voce sounds so raspy it makes your head spin for a second. she rolls her hips again and angles herself just right, hitting that spot deep inside you that has you seeing stars.

suddenly, her nails scratch their path down your back. the stinging sends you into a delirious state, walls spasming around the toy. the orgasm that has been building in your gut for the past minutes hits you across the face with insurmountable force. it leaves your legs shaking so hard Korra has to help you stand. 

“I can’t believe you wore that out” you chuckle, breathless. your girlfriend simply winks: “was supposed to be a surprise for later but oh well!” 

you silently fight the urge within yourself to drop to your knees and lick it clean. it should be considered illegal to look so hot while completely dishevelled. time runs out though when someone starts knocking at the door. you both panic a little, rushing to fixing your appearances.

࿊

you rush back to the others, separately, or kind of. they’re all standing together in a corner and as soon as Opal spots you’re both back, she offers a sweet, mischievous grin.

“we were talking about ditching this fancy party in favour of Asami’s pool. you two in?” 

Korra’s eyes light up immediately and you bite back a smile. “sure, let’s go”

࿊

at Asami’s mansion, you’re the last to come out into the pool after changing into the bikini she kindly lent you. 

as you slowly step into the water, you hear Bolin’s high pitched scream and your heart skips a beat.

“spirits girl, did Naga turn evil and attempt to eat you?”

once you clock he’s referring to you, you look at him even more confused, but as the burning sensation hits your nervous system. you remember that your back probably looks like a battlefield due to Korra’s little stunt. 

you figure it was about time someone put the dots together, so you offer a little help and brush Bolin’s concern off with a shrug. 

“wasn’t naga. and she didn’t do anything that wasn’t asked of her” you reply with a smug smile, swimming closer to wrap your arms around Korra’s waist from behind. 

the first thing you pay attention to is the crimson creeping up her ears and spreading to her cheeks. the second, though, is the open mouths of everyone who stopped dead in their tracks. you take one look around and laugh.

⤷ or, strapping Korra into next Sunday.

» mdni, nsfw, afab!reader, bottom!Korra, strapping. !wlw intended! ugh i'm obsessed with her back.

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“you’re so— ahh — mean” struggling to get her words out, Korra’s breathing gets more and more laboured with each thrust. velvety fingers trace the path up her inner thigh to between her slick folds.

“oh yeah darling?” in her ear, your voice sounds heavenly. it makes her mind float and the ache in her twitching muscles secondary to the pleasure.

your free hand travels down her breast to hold her waist up, back now pressing against your chest. sweat covers both of your bodies. taking advantage of the new position, you flatten your tongue on her skin to lick a stripe of it from her neck up to her earlobe. 

you feel the shivers breaking across her spine. “careful there Korra, brats don’t get to cum” a devilish chuckle echoes through the thick air. 

“but you’re gonna be good, right?” you’re mocking her struggles, fake concern coating your words. Korra hates it; how much wetter it makes her. from this angle, the strap slips even deeper inside of her walls, which clench down on it hard. 

“spirits—yes!” she’s so quick to answer it’s almost cute. once your hand moves back to her waist, her body falls forward again. keeping herself up on her elbows, her fists tighten around the bedsheet.

“beg for it then, avatar Korra” you’ve been teasing and edging her for almost an hour, to the point where hot tears are streaming down her cheeks and coherent thoughts have left her brain.

the honorific, falling from your venom tinted lips, felt so degrading. Korra rolled her hips back against your pelvis.

your bodies were now moving in perfect synch, hers grinding against you and your pushing the toy harder inside of her with each measured thrust.

“please baby, i need—mphhh—“ abruptly, her strength fails her and Korra falls face first into a soft pillow. The next words come out muffled and nearly indecipherable. “pphleathe l’mme chmph”

“look at you, big strong Avatar begging so pretty” your fingers close around the back of her neck, pulling her by the shorter hair there, sticking to her damp skin. Korra gasps, breathlessly mouthing a fuck you.

you attempt to sound wounded, you really do, but it comes out wily instead: “oh no, doll, you don’t wanna do that”

The palm previously placed on her side slides up her sternum to squeeze her boob, pinching the stiff nipple with your sharp nails. 

Hips failing to cease their movements, the Avatar can only hope for your mercy. 

“‘m sorry…p-please baby let me—“ she’s out of breath, strength and attitude. she’s eager to please, and for you to let her reach her long awaited climax. 

yet, you refuse to relent. drawing slow circles down her belly, you whisper into her ear: “who’s my pretty slut, mh?”

eyes rolling back, Korra’s throat releases a desperate whimper. Before shame can creep up on her though, your hand closes around her neck. “answer me” you demand, squeezing lightly. 

A curse is barely audible through her gritted teeth: “‘m your pretty—aaaah— s-slut”

the muscles of her strong back glisten under the candlelight and for a moment you become painfully aware of your own arousal making its way down your inner thighs. 

the harness clings to your skin, digging marks into it. it’s almost enough to be uncomfortable, but the way Korra tilts her head to try and look at you makes every bruise worth it: her mouth hangs open, the filthiest sound coming out and her cheeks are stained by dried tears. you grin at her, still utterly devoted to erasing any remaining weight of responsibility from her mind. 

“good girl.” Soft fingertips circling her clit, you fully smile against her shoulder: “you can cum “

like clockwork, her body follows the command before her brain even registers it. every single muscle in Korra shakes involuntarily. her orgasms washes over her with the force of a tidal wave and she welcomes it, chanting your name until she runs out of breath. 

The Avatar collapses onto the mattress with a loud thud, thoroughly spent. you follow soon after, lying next to her. stroking your fingers through her damp hair, you mutter “my perfect girl” under your breath. her big, beautiful puppy eyes shoot open to look at you, a bright smile warming your heart. 

» mdni, sfw but suggestive, wlw intended

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you’re on the floor, wondering how exactly that happened. you were supposed to be training but someone insisted this time around you should stretch first. you find her to be suspiciously persuasive about it too.

your first thought being “okay, shouldn’t be too bad”, you agree. but suddenly her rough hands are all over you and your mind clouds up quickly. 

despite that familiar burning sensation spreading through every single one of your muscles, the only thing you seem to be able to focus on are her fingers digging into the meat of your hips. her chest presses against your back, pushing it forward. 

“why am I the only one stretching? it’s unfair” you groan ten minutes into it, pelvis inching closer to the floor with each push. her fingertips brush against your waist carelessly.

“quit whining, I’m doing you a favour” Toph barks out, shoving you harder onto the ground. her breath’s hot on your earlobe: “almost there, c’mon” she adds.

you hate to admit your mind’s getting hazier by the minute. her ragged voice rattles your aching bones. 

flooding thoughts about her whispering dirty things into your ear get interrupted by your hamstrings feeling on fire. “ow!” you moan aloud. in return, Toph mocks your cries and simply sits back on her heels. 

“on your back now, hotshot”

as you switch positions, you take a moment to admire the earthbender’s figure: she’s wearing nothing but bindings around her breasts and baggy pants. she looks oddly calm and collected, not a single hair out of place, in contrast to your disheveled appearance. 

“haven’t you tortured me enough?” you cry out loud, laying flat against the ground. she scoffs, denying you a decent reply. 

you watch Toph slowly move towards you, redness creeping up your cheeks when she positions herself in front of you, a callous palm pushing the back of your thigh backwards.

her hand is firm, and you wonder if it’d feel the same wrapped around your neck. this placement allows you to see her muscles flexing with each movement and it makes you damn near salivate. she’s so attractive with such little effort. 

moving her fingers higher up to the back of your knee, you let out a shaky breath. the contact is too much, you can barely focus and her words are not helping. 

“thaaat’s it, good girl” Toph sounds too smug, she must be aware of the effect she’s having on you. her milky eyes are locked on your chest; if it wasn’t for her lack of sight you’d call her a pervert just to mess with her. you might as well.

but then her own knee shifts, dangerously close to your clothed slit. your heart skips a beat; if Toph dares to close the small gap she’d feel just how aroused her little game got you. 

you’re sure she felt it anyway, the faint smirk appearing on her face giving it away.

“you’re enjoying this too much” you grit through your teeth. 

Toph sneers: “I would argue it’s the other way around, hotshot.” 

her reply has you nearly jumping out of your skin; suddenly hyperaware of the situation. you push her back and get up. getting manhandled made you forget you’re equally as strong and can do about the same to her. “let’s get started with the session already.”

it’s gonna be a long one, you think to yourself.

⤷ toph seems to just love talking out of turn and to give snarky comebacks. til you’ve had enough, that is.

» mdni, nsfw, spit and slaps, wlw, bratty!sub!toph x dom!reader

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that’s how toph finds herself bound to the bed, wrists firmly tied to the headboard and you straddling her lap. it’s been almost twenty minutes and all you did was ride her flexed abs, leaving her completely high and dry (apart from the wet patch on her stomach).

“are you finally gonna behave, mh?” your voice’s steady; she’s already at disadvantage and you’re still far too composed for her own linking.

“ugh, just fuck me already!” you laugh. spirits, she looked helpless. you almost pitied her—almost: toph deserved every second of this torture.

“patience.” a loud smack echoes through the room, followed by a chocked gasp. “do i need to remind you that mouth of yours is what got you in trouble to begin with?” an exhausted exhale leaves your nostrils. the greatest earth bender in the world could be such a brat.

Toph can feel the warmth of your breath against her face; noses nearly bumping together. so she decides to use this closeness as leverage; a wad of spit abruptly landing on your cheekbone. “should’ve known better than to think i would shut up just because you tied me up”

you roll your eyes, this fucking woman. pushing your buttons until you’re thoroughly fed up with her. you chuckle too, at the audacity to think she has any sort of control over the situation.

“you sure are a piece of work tophie”

your fingertips slowly trace her jawline. grabbing at it harshly, you force her jaw open, nails digging into her cheeks. once you’ve squeezed her tongue out, you spit right on it. her hips jolt up to rut against yours as saliva drools down her chin.

despite the smirk on her lips, she stretches her neck to free from your grasp: “should’ve gagged me. see? you got it aaaaall wrong hotshot!”  pulling on her restraints, toph tries in vain to wiggle out of their tight grip. she might be strong, but deep down she isn’t fighting to win.

plus—you knew gagging her wouldn’t have done the trick but the leather cuffs…oh she hated them. that was a much more suitable punishment: for her to not being able to touch you.

until now, toph hasn’t really been able to decipher any emotion other than annoyance and the inhuman control you seemed to possess. suddenly though, she feels your pulse falter in anticipation.

“oh don’t worry, i’m gonna put that dirty mouth of yours to a much better use." you take a fist full of black locks and pull. a weak whine escapes her throat.

“motherfu—that hurt!”

climbing up her torso, you roughly position your thighs at each side of her face. “spirits, shut up and make me cum” is the last thing you offer before lowering your soaked cunt onto her open mouth. 

» mdni, fluff, sfw but slightly suggestive, wlw intended but pretty much gn!reader

modern!toph who’s a nepo baby and thoroughly despises it. she does everything in her power to choose a career in a field where her parents have no influence whatsoever. she doesn’t want nor need help.

modern!toph who’s really good with instruments. her enhanced hearing works in her favour as her spatial awareness, timing and vibration sensitivity would make her rhythm ridiculously precise. 

modern!toph who’s favourite pastime is playing the drums (everyone else hates it because it’s so loud) but eventually discovers djing and starts spending all her free time working on a console to build remixes with insane beat drops. 

modern!toph who decides to dj as a side hustle to put herself through college (she refuses to take money from her parents). then ends up loving it so much she drops out and does it full time. becomes kinda successful too. her stage name would still totally be ‘the blind bandit’. 

modern!toph who meets you at a club she randomly works at one late summer night. you were right in front of her boot. she was wearing headphones and had no knowledge of your presence, utterly focused on the way the bass travelled through the floor and the waves shook the entire room. you, on the other hand, were very intrigued and quickly zeroed your attention on how she skilfully moved around the mixer, jumping up and down. it seemed like she’s having the time of her life as you failed to look away. 

modern!toph who usually just leaves after she’s done a set though because her head hurts and this time is no different, she retrieves her things casually then walks right out the backdoor. ears ringing a bit, she nearly bumps into you; back laid against a brick wall with a cigarette between your fingers. “I really liked your remixes tonight” you purr into her ear, definitely tipsy and a bit giggly.

modern!toph who would 100% give a snaggy comeback but can sense you’re really attractive and gets suddenly nervous?? your voice sounds too velvety and the smell of your perfume mixed with the smoke overflows her senses. you're also being honest yet so confident in your compliments. her cockiness flies out the window. she tries to act casual but fails miserably. which never happened to her before, like, ever. she blames the tiredness. 

modern!toph who eventually ends up pressing your back further into the wall, hands resting on your hips while your tongue bullies its way inside her mouth. despite her knee slotting between your parted thighs, she'd lie if she said you weren't leading the whole encounter. but oh she loved it.

modern!toph who heads home with your number secured in her phone and a heartbeat so fast she fears it might give out. it’s safe to say she didn't sleep that night (or well, morning).

» mdni, prob a bit ooc, suggestive (nsfw at the end), bottom!toph, wlw

I wholeheartedly believe that Toph Beifong would give anyone a hard time but her girlfriend. And everyone would wonder exactly what sort of bribery you’ve got going on but the truth is that Toph is simply thoroughly obsessed with you.

⤷ tired of hanging out with the gaang? 

you’ll softly lay your forehead against her shoulder, murmuring “Toph…it’s getting late, I wanna go home”

sighing, she’ll wave you off snappishly: “gimme five minutes”. but as soon as a huff leaves your lips, a shiver breaks down her spine and the whole gaang can pinpoint the moment she switches. 

you’re off her lap in a matter of seconds and no one has ever witnessed her bounce back so quickly.

“I’m going. you coming with?” Toph nods eagerly while the rest of the gang do their best to stifle their laughs because if she caught ‘em, she would snap their necks slowly one by one.

“yes ma’am” she has the door open for you in an instant. as soon as it’d close behind you two though—the others would officially lose it.

⤷ having her get stuff for you

“— and that’s how he ended it!” Ty Lee shouted, maybe a little too loud. but then Suki screamed even louder: “what?! ugh, what a jerk!”

you’ve been sitting at a table in a café gossiping for over an hour yet you all still somehow have things to say. unfortunately though, your glass has been empty for a while and you really wanted another. so you let the other girls rumble on as you turn to your (very uninterested) girlfriend: “get me another drink, please baby?”

despite rolling her milky eyes at you, she gets up straight away. “coming right up, hotshot” she’ll say, leaving a quick peck on your smiley lips before leaving. 

she’ll fail to notice, or maybe willingly ignore, the fact that the table suddenly fell silent because: what the fuck. she didn’t even sulk or complain!

⤷ always giving you what you want

the music’s so loud the whole building rattles to the rhythm of a new song, which happens to be one of your favourites. most of the couples were already on the dance floor while you and a few others were resting your aching feet. truth be told, you were pretty exhausted but what were you supposed to do when they were playing your favourite song?!

“Toph! Dance with me!” she hated it, even if she could follow the sound’s vibrations to not make a fool of herself, dance floors were always too crowded for her liking. yet you stood there, in a dress so tight it was painful for her not being able to see it, shaking her entire soul (literally, by grabbing her arms).

“hotshot, I’m afraid you’re forgetting I’m literally blind!” your girlfriend yells back, hand moving in front of her sightless eyes to make a point. unfazed, you giggle and take her hand: “I’ll lead, hurry!! I love this song!”

her feet move on her own accord before she can reply. she still does, and even makes sure to sound as grumpy as possible about it. “If I stomp on your feet, don’t complain”

every other protest dies in her throat when you start grinding your ass against her though.

⤷ learning things for you

coming out of the bathroom stomping, you groan in frustration. “Toph, love of my life. my undying flame, braid my hair”

her beautiful pearly eyes widen at your request. “how am I supposed to do that if I can’t see what i’m doing, dummy?” she despises refusing, you can hear it in her voice as she tries to play it off.

“Toph Beifong!” you fake a gasp. “is the greatest earth bender in the world backing down from a challenge?” the laugh she lets out then is so genuine and compelling you end up joining her.

“you really know how to get to me, woman.” you giddily hop on the spot “soooo, are you braiding my hair?”

Toph shakes her head, “c’mere princess.” but with the way her voice drops an octave, the hairstyle you had envisioned for the day becomes the last thing on your mind.

⤷ will even let you take the lead (and regret it)

she starts considering telling you no more often the moment she finds herself on all fours, face smeared against the pillow with saliva pooling on it from the side of her parted mouth. 

“c’mon Toph. you’re such a big, strong girl…” your mocking has the blood boil in her veins. long skilled fingers pump mercilessly in and out of her puffy cunt, turning her legs into mud. “you can give me one more, can’t you baby?”

Toph’s muscles feel on fire, it being third time you were asking that of her. somehow, you kept hitting the right spot with each measured thrust too— she hated every second of it. her mind’s so fuzzy she can barely hear you, let alone form a coherent response.

her body reacts before she can even try anyway; spasming in your tight grip, juices abruptly leak out of her and down your wrist. 

“there’s my good girl. knew you could do it.” the praise, low against her trembling skin, earns you a whine.

Toph was so going to get back at you. as soon as she could feel her legs again, that is. 

» nsfw, mdni, afab!reader, teasing/jealousy, unprotected piv, creampie. 1.5ish k words

at the Cody’s house one of Craig’s parties is minutes away from starting when Pope walks out the kitchen, stopping abruptly in front of you, sprawled out on a sun-bed by the pool. his sharp gaze scans your figure up and down.

“the hell are you wearing?” a judgmental tone takes you by surprise. you frown: “what, you don’t like it?”

if you had to be a hundred percent honest, the bikini you were wearing left way too little to the imagination. however, feeling particularly bold and hopeful, you thought this could be a chance to show a certain Cody exactly what he was missing out on. 

the object of your attention shakes his head: “go change” 

his tone is stricter than you imagined and the moment he snapped, you’re left disappointed. maybe Pope Cody simply wasn’t interested in you like that. 

snorting, you give a small sway your hips walking past him just to spite. after a mere couple minutes, you come back out wearing shorts, with a top that still barely covers your nipples. “better?” you tease, giving him a half twirl. 

Andrew sighs, yet his sight remains fixated on your curves: “i thought i told you to change.”

there’s a peculiar expression you’ve never read in his face before and that’s when you realise what he means. you drag him inside then, a hand gripping at his wrist firmly. 

you lock the door of a random bedroom behind you, leaving a confused Pope standing with his back to it. “what are you doing?” by his tone alone, you know he can tell you’re up to something.  

with arms crossed over your chest, you demand: “tell me why you want me to change.” Andrew’s mouth opens for a second before closing again. his neck twitches. 

“it’s gonna be full of men high off their heads. you’re as good as naked and it’s dangerous” you grin at the slight cracking of his voice. “that’s it?”

he nods at the exact same time you mouth liar.

your fingers find the button of your shorts and toy with it for a moment before undoing it and letting them fall down your legs. you raise an eyebrow at the speed with which Pope’s gaze lowers. 

stepping out of them, you get impossibly closer to his rigid figure then suddenly turn around. 

you gently run your nails down his forearm, intertwining your hand in his and guiding his callous fingers to pull on the strings resting on your shoulders. “pull on ‘em”, you demand.

unable to see his face, with your back turned to him, you hear the quiver in his voice. “w-what?”

“do it.”

with unsteady hands, Pope obliges and watches as the piece of fabric falls on the ground, leaving your chest exposed.

slowly, you turn around and notice how his eyes are still fixated on the hardwood.

“you’re jealous of other people seeing this—seeing me.” it’s a statement rather than a question. 

breathing out, you re-direct his jittery hands towards your hips, to pull on the last two strings.

“are you sure?” his rough fingers twitch against your warm skin. 

“c’mon Andrew”

just like that, the bottom half joins the rest of your bikini on the floor, leaving you completely bare to face him. waiting.

“look at me” it’s an exasperated order followed by your fingers grasping harshly at his jaw, forcing him to look up at you.

“no one out there will have seen what you have now”

Pope’s hands are now closed fists resting at his sides while his eyes flickered, struggling to settle as he takes in the sight of you.

it’s uncanny. somehow, he remains too guarded for you to read. “this enough?”

his head shakes vigorously on its own accord.

“what do you want, Andrew?”

you. soft as a sigh, it reeks of desperation.

Pope doesn’t beg, he’s a criminal for fuck’s sake—yet, standing before you, the object of his desire, he’s compelled.

defenceless, you shrug. i’m here, this is all for you, has always been.

“take me” this time, it’s an offer he can either take upon or refuse. you’ve laid yourself out for him, now the choice is his to make. 

and choose Pope does, lunging forward to tower over your bare figure. the gap is quickly closed by his lips smashing into yours with a vengeance; a frantic collision.

Andrew’s rough palms hold your cheeks in place, as if you could slip away from his grip any second.

the kiss you share is anything but kind—it’s hunger disguised as passion. you could break his skin and feed off his blood. 

carefully, Andrew leads you to sink backwards onto the mattress. you pop up on your elbows to watch as he makes a quick work out of his pants. your mouth salivates at the visible size difference from this position. he’s so broad, looking at you with a dead stare; yet unapologetically devoted to you.

somehow, he manages to take you by surprise, burying himself to the tilt in one swift motion. damn his insanely defined muscles for distracting you that much. a high pitched whine bubbles up from your dried up throat, muffled by the loud music playing in the distant background. 

Andrew’s face is hidden in the crook where your neck meets your shoulder blaze. massaging his scalp with your fingertips, you give an experimental roll of your hips after you’ve caught a breath. 

Pope’s whole body shudders while he does his best to stifle a whimper: “s-shit…wait—I need…”

his cock twitches within the confines of your fluttering walls and your teeth sink into your bottom lip at the feeling, nearly tasting copper. “it’s okay Andrew, you can use me” 

his hips stutter at your words, as Pope moves his head to look down at you in disbelief. 

still, it’s all it takes for him to straighten his back and start drilling into you ruthlessly. his head’s now thrown back, eyelids pinched shut to avoid looking at the way your back arches perfectly; allowing him to angle his dick so deep inside that it makes your vision whitens for a second and his balls draw up. 

your gaze fixated on the bulge stretching the skin of your stomach before quickly disappearing once, twice, then three time—so you bring your nails to trace over it, “see Andrew? it’s all you”

Pope’s gaze is fast to follow your movements and his breath hitches when he notices the bulge in your belly.

“only you get to have me like this” you pant out.

despite the obscene slapping of his heavy balls against your ass, Andrew looks at you with uncertainty. 

“no one else?” he wonders, shaky and hesitant.

a tear gathers at the corner of your eye, from the overstimulation of his pelting grinding against your sensitive clit and the weird tenderness of the moment. 

struggling a bit to support your upper half mid-air, your palm reaches the back of his neck to pull him down to bully your tongue inside his hot mouth. “never” you whisper soon after, canines nibbling at his lobe. 

despite his short nails, you feel your delicate skin break beneath the pressure he’s applying on your thighs to keep them spread open. the throbbing head of his cock is kissing your cervix with every thrust.

you’re already awfully close when a big, rough hand closes around your breast and teeth pinch at your stiff nipple. 

“Andrew—‘m gonna-“ a gasp escapes your lips as soon as his free hand reaches between your bodies and fingertips start drawing meticulous circles on your clit. 

moaning aloud, your legs lock him in place as your walls clench tightly around him. 

your orgasm washes over you with an unexpected intensity that leaves you trembling in Pope’s thick arms. before you can start coming down from your own high, despite an acute ringing, you hear a choked grunt and a sudden warmth spreading within you. you decipher it as hot, thick spurts of cum coating your insides. 

your head’s so hazy you barely register a sob and the wetness of tears falling on your moist skin. 

“oh Andrew…” your fingers brush through his messed up curls softly while your lips brush past his hairline, planting there a kiss: “it’s okay.” 

you coddle Pope until he’s ready to move, and by the time you two look presentable again, the party outside had already started and daylight was fading. 

leading him back outside by the poolside, hand in hand, you can hear Craig’s not-so subtle jokes about the marks covering your tits and the scratches adorning Pope’s back. 

is this anything? i started it a month ago but then lost motivation altogether so i used it to step out of writer’s block but cant tell if i ruined it >:(

1 lucky me that I’m currently obsessed w animal kingdom and the Pitt and found you

2 my morning is infinitely less miserable now!

» nsfw, mdni, afab!reader, sex in a public place, fingering. set before the church heist

at first, you strictly attend because you owe your friend a favour. you’re supposed to help with raising money for some sort of missionary trip. lately, she’s picked up more day shifts; that’s when you come in handy. 

so there you are, sitting on a terribly worn out couch at bible study, next to a man so quiet it’s almost uncomfortable. posture so static you subtly check if his chest’s even moving from time to time.

what impresses you most though are his arms: huge and veiny. he’s wearing a short sleeve shirt, buttoned up to the top, that hugs his biceps so nicely you are afraid you might start salivating at the sight. 

personally, you think the job’s bullshit, who would even donate for something they wont even partake in?

until a certain someone walks up to the desk. picking up pamphlets, the lost look on his face invites you to take a stupid, reckless chance. 

“i’ve never seen you around here. you new?” you ask, head tilting to the side.

“passin’ through” coming out more defensively than he intended, Andrew seems baffled by the giggle you let out. 

“well, we’d love to have you.” a noticeable spark lights up his gaze then, resembling something you fail to grasp. some sort of hope.

that embarrassingly brief interaction leads to you pursuing him, ‘cause why not?

it starts with polite smiles, small talk here and there, then little sways of your hips when you walk past him, wearing clothes which are most definitely not appropriate for that sort of setting. 

surprisingly, it works.

it’s been a month now, yet you haven’t stopped showing up to bible study. you don’t even believe half of it. but for some reason, as of late, salvation gains a much sweeter look: dangerously similar to an Andrew who’s pulling your drenched panties to the side in a hidden corner, stuffing your sensitive pussy with his thick fingers. 

you’re addicted to the taste of his spit in your mouth, tongues dancing together in perfect synchrony. if gluttony is the sin, you’ve become quite the patron.

“Andrew, we cant-“ you are cut off mid sentence by Andrew’s rugged palm applying more pressure against that swollen bundle of nerves, sending you into a delirious mind space. 

“why not?” his voice, hot against your temple, sounds more desperate and whinier than yours. 

you try your best to stifle your breathing. “because—fuuuck…” his fingers start pumping in and out of you then, stretching your walls open. it burns too good for your own sake. surely, there’s a place in hell awaiting you both for this. 

you take one big, shallow breath. “someone might walk in..” Andrew snorts, committed to ignoring your complaints.

“a-and, this place is full of cameras…God Andrew” twisting his wrist, you feel the exact moment his fingertips brush against your cervix. suddenly, you can’t seem to find a good enough reason to actually care. they all seem silly.

“squeezing my fingers harder with each excuse…” Andrew pauses, nostrils filling with the smell of vanilla, nuzzling your hair.

“sure y’want me to stop?” even through your heavy-lidded eyes, you catch the smirk planted on his beautiful freckled cheek, accentuating his dimple. 

you shake your head absentmindedly, earning a whispered praise: “yeah? good girl, let me have this”

spinning due to the heat building up in the depths of your guts, your mind’s blank. what you and Andrew are doing is profane to say the least. it shouldn’t set your limbs on fire. 

“‘s a blind spot for cameras anyway” he dismisses. floating on cloud nine, you barely register the reassurance let alone ask yourself how exactly does Andrew know that. 

none of it really matters when he presses his palm to rub against your clit again. this time your hips start rocking on their own accord, matching the merciless rhythm he set.

Andrew’s free hand closes around the sides of your slack jaw, forcing you to look up into his lustful gaze, slowly scanning your blissed out expression. he hopelessly wishes to imprint it in his memory, to cherish and worship for when this will eventually end. because if there’s one thing he painfully learned is that nothing lasts forever, not for him anyway.

it’s wicked— for someone to be so doting on another human being, a kind of devotion that should be reserved strictly for God. 

Pope is alarmingly aware of how immoral it is, he’s given himself enough moral dilemmas already. though none of them compare to the thrill spreading through his system at the feeling of you clenching desperately around his three fingers -which he proudly worked you up to take.

it requires him an outrageous amount of strength to stop himself from licking at the sweat dripping down your forehead. his shirt’s halfway undone, and your nails breaking through his skin reminds Andrew he’s alive. that this is not just another one of his fantasies. 

soft, wet lips crashing into his snap him out of his reverie. Pope grunts into the kiss. “c’mon pretty girl, let go” with a particularly hard thrust, that makes his palm slap against your clit, you’re done for.

despite the uncontrollable tremble of your legs, Andrew doesn’t relent, curling his fingers over and over until his whole forearm is soaked by your juices. “I’m sorry, i’m sor—“ he pants, as your whimpers get progressively louder. his apology falls silent on deaf ears.

it comes to an end only ‘cause tears are running down your puffy cheeks and Andrew can’t stand such a delightful sight, cock already pressing painfully against the slider of his jeans.

another thing which does not help is you bringing his coated fingers to your mouth, licking them clean. Pope has to sucks on your tongue right after, chasing the taste of your pleasure. his doing.

observing the way your chest laboriously falls up and down moments later, Andrew plants a faint kiss on your damp forehead. a croaky “goodbye” is all he offers. an agonising reminder that his time with you is up. there’s a shift then. your eyes shoot open, but by then, he’s gone.

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whether Pope needs to park into a dark, dead end street before heading to Smurf’s to fist his throbbing cock until it’s sore or not, though, is no one else’s business but his. 

» nsfw, mdni, afab!reader, unprotected piv, tooth rotting smut

you and Andrew both find out soon enough that parenting, other than being insanely expensive, is also fucking hard. it hasn't exactly taken a toll on your relationship but it has definitely taken time away from it.

time you usually spend simply enjoying being together is now replaced by time you both use to focus on Lena, on showing her support and undivided attention— that much she deserves, after everything she’s been through.

however, you notice you’re starting to feel clingier, needier. whenever you have a moment alone with Andrew, you’re all over him. he’s not much better, just tends to hide it, waiting for you to come onto him but is always more than happy to match the energy. 

so it’s not unexpected that as you close the door of your bedroom behind you, Andrew immediately follows your lead: your fingertips find his scalp, scratching lightly, and his come in contact with the exposed flesh of your hips. the warmth of his skin, contrasting the cold of yours, helps you loosen up. 

in an instant, your mouth is on his, like a moth to a flame. it’s a helpless attraction that pulls you towards him, something you fail at finding the words to explain. before you can take it any further though, Andrew pulls away gently.

“hey…w-we can’t, Lena is in the next room.” he refrains from looking at you, afraid you might interpret it as rejection. it’s not—he just knows far too well what it is like to grow up with a mother who had no sense of privacy whatsoever. hence, whenever Pope knows his niece could see or hear, barely any physical contact is shared between you two. 

“she’s asleep” despite the reassurance, the look of worry in his puppy eyes’ doesn’t relent.

“why? you know she won’t sleep tonight” Andrew is strict about parenting, he’s a man of routine and habits. you don’t question him often, you agree with pretty much all of it, but sometimes he needs to soften his ways; that’s when you step in.

the palm of your hand slides down his bicep, squeezing softly: “she was tired, i told her it was okay”. You start bribing him by peppering kisses onto the side of his neck. Leaving a trail of saliva, your lips trace up to his ear.

“i’ll wake her up in half an hour and make her do some homework, yeah?”

his grip on your body gets firmer, his rough palms are now grabbing your ass, pushing you to grind on his pelvis. “yeah”

you offer him a delighted smile, head tilting slightly to the side, a sign Andrew is very familiar with. He’s learnt to read your body language better than anyone ever before; therefore he smoothly leans in, cracked lips meeting your chapstick covered ones. you taste like cherry and he’s quick to relax into you, sighing against your skin. as if the burden he carries on his shoulders had been lifted. 

your teeth part to accommodate his tongue inside your mouth. while your hands roam in between his copper curls, his fingers toy with the waistband of your pyjama shorts. 

a string of spit connects you still, breathing heavily against each other. your tongue darts out to licking it off his lower lips. “You should start wearing shirts around the house, it’s distracting”

his lust filled, steady gaze searches for yours, methodically. “ohh, is it now?” 

like a magnet, you look up to him through your lashes, nodding. a low mhmh is all you mumble, both aware of the blatant lie. Pope’s face lights up with an eager expression, like he’s ready to feast on you, like he could undoubtedly eat you alive. 

his calloused fingertips brush past your underwear, rubbing lazy circles on your delicate skin. 

the tip of your nose nuzzles the crook of his nape, “Andrew..” It’s a whispered plea, a gentle confession that you’re willing to take anything he gives you.

his cheeks raise up to the way you say his name. there’s an undeniable softness to it that makes his heartbeats speed up. For a second, Andrew feels hyperaware of the love he has for you flowing through his veins. a previously unnamed emotion he never even knew he could be capable of. that he never thought he’d have the privilege to be at the receiving end of.

you can tell he’s getting lost in his head. with a tender motion, your knuckles brush against his toned abdomen: “come back to me, love.” Pope’s head snaps towards you, there’s an indecipherable look in his eyes, almost apologetic. 

“there you are” you beam at him warmly without question. 

you’re busy getting lost in the minty taste of his mouth when Pope’s fingers finally find their way between your wet folds, spreading them apart. a surprised moan is ripped out of you, delivered against the corner of his mouth. 

despite the rush that comes with knowing the time could be up any second, Andrew keeps his movements sluggish. in retaliation, your own fingers push past the waistband of his sweatpants. your palm presses against his bulge, earning a whine, feeling the stickiness of the pre-cum that soaked through the fabric. 

once you’ve made it past his underwear, you smear it over his hard length to help the friction. the strokes you start off with are painfully languid, unmatched by Andrew’s hectic breathing. regardless of his stoic nature, you find Pope to be so much more expressive whenever your hands are on his body. 

your forehead falls forward against his chest, resting atop his collarbone. his mouth hangs open, panting heavily in your ear. 

the mutual teasing, however, is quickly tuned down by that growing, burning desire to have his cock buried deep enough within your dripping cunt to feel it kiss your cervix. 

“okay..fuck— that’s enough, i need you inside me like yesterday”

“yeah, ‘kay” Andrew whimpers, missing your touch immediately after you detach from him. it’s a half blur from there, you can’t remember when exactly your clothes came off but you’re now pushing him to walk backwards until the back of his knees hit the mattress. as Andrew sits down on the edge of the bed, you swiftly climb on top of him, claws digging into the muscles of his shoulders impatiently.

you lower yourself down, filling as full as you wish at last. the stretch of his girth adjusting to your clenching walls burns so good. it’s nearly unbearable; the way Andrew looks at you like he might combust if you make any sudden movements. you both giggle in each other’s embrace, taking a moment to enjoy the intimacy of it. 

until you hear a faint knock on the door. you both freeze, which causes you to involuntarily squeeze around him hard enough for Andrew to shut his eyes and take a long, deep breath. “f-fuck—“ he’s gotten close to cumming on the spot it almost hurts. “I’m sorry” you mouth, trying to get back up as quietly as possible.

“yes Lena-bear?” Your voice comes out a bit unsteady and rugged.

from the other side of the door, you can hear Lena’s hesitant one: “I had a nightmare”

you both exchange concerned glances. “it’s okay, i got this” you whisper against his temple, planting a kiss there before hurriedly dressing up. 

“I’m coming princess, just a sec”

Andrew’s left sitting there, cock throbbing and alarmingly red, leaking even more onto his abs. because if there’s one thing that unfortunately turns him on more than anything is the way you didn’t even hesitate to drop everything for his niece. it’s something he never asked of you, but you just do. every single time it’s required.

with that being said happy easter thirsty fuckers

what if i say wait there cause i might have a pt2 in store