content: 18+ nsfw modern au, beefy!toph, bimbo!reader, bitch x bitchier, they’re both sluts / bit of slut shaming?, piercing play, LOTS of sexual tension, thigh riding, friends w benefits ??
summary: …yeah, toph is not beating the pervert allegations.
author’s note: this was very self indulgent.. had to cut it short because oh my FUCK i have exams and i keep procrastinating.
part 2 here.
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you get to the kitchen, grabbing your kettle from its rightful corner and fill it with sink water. while your fingers try adjusting the plug over the outlet (so frustrating with your current nail set!!!), an annoyingly familiar set of hands finds your hips again.
you sigh, tilting the kettle to find the “on/off” button, “i’m literally just making us tea. can’t you go a minute without touching me?”
toph tuts, slotting her chin on your shoulder as she presses her hips against yours, “no, no. you don’t get it. your ankle’s sprained, so someone’s gotta hold you steady. mhm mhm, wouldn’t want you to fall over.”
“toph, if you were a dude, i’d feel your bulge poke my ass.”
she only shrugs, rubbing over your waist, “well, good thing i’m not a dude then.”
you roll your eyes, exasperated, “that’s.. not the point. at all. whatever, do you like peach tea?”
she scoffs, the hot puff of air hitting your face, “peach tea? what are you, twelve? don’t you have a more grown-up flavor?”
you huff, opening the upper cabinet to take two cups out, “fuck off, it’s the only one i like. it’s either that or my stash of tequila.”
“that’s too grown-up.”
“yeah, that’d be really bad if i gave a fuck,” you reach for your tea bags, “so unless you want to get drunk at three pm, just drink the— wait. that’s actually a great idea.”
she gives you a deadpan look, “great idea? getting drunk at three? jingle bells, are you an alcoholic?”
“not really, but talking to you makes me wish i was.” you ditch the cups, leaving her grasp to head for your stash.
she scratches her head, “you know, maybe you should just stick to the tea..”
“no,” you open the fridge, happily picking up a bottle, “i wanna get drunk, right now. you’re a fucking genius.”
“can’t say the same about you,” she quips, and you shoot her a glare, “you’re getting drunk with a stranger in your house. you can’t be that dumb, right?”
“oh no,” you walk back over to her, teasingly lifting her chin with the tip of your bottle, “are you gonna do bad things to me, stranger?”
she grabs the bottle, lowering it, making somewhat accurate eye contact with you, “are you willing to gamble on that?”
you scoff, moving away, “ew, that’s a disgusting reply.”
“it’s a realistic one.” her hand shoots out to grab your wrist, and the sudden seriousness in her gaze throws you off. “obviously, i wouldn’t do anything to you, but you can’t just invite any fucking stranger in and get drunk and vulnerable with them. how can you even be so sure of my intentions?”
“i—” you huff, an embarrassed blush creeping up your cheeks, “d-don’t lecture me about stranger safety, you idiot. obviously, i wouldn’t just let anyone in, i’m not fucking stupid. you.. you’re— ..”
“i’m?” she steps closer, invading your space, a small smirk tugging at her lips, “what is it? what makes me special to you?”
heat floods your face when she leans down to your height, her attractiveness making your nerves go haywire. you push her off with a flustered whine, “stop being weird! fine then, let’s just have the fucking tea!”
“there you go,” she pulls back with a chuckle, finally breaking character, “smart girl.”
you shakily dip your tea bags in your cups, still rattled by whatever the hell that was, “f-fuck you.”
“sure, maybe later.”
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“eugh, this is nastyyy..” she drawls, sticking her tongue out in disgust as the tea swirls in her cup.
you silently glare at her, seated across from her, still flustered from her earlier stunt. why was she acting like nothing happened? the tension was insane, and now she’s just.. whining about tea. it was just like your bus incident, all that fighting just for her to.. casually brush it aside.
why was she like this?
“tastes like, hmm, warm water. seriously, it’s so bland.”
you scoff, shaking the thoughts off to take a sip of yours, “that’s what tea is, shut up.”
“you’re mad.” it’s not a question.
“i’m not.”
“why are you mad?”
you set your tea down on the table, a scowl on your face, “because you’re insufferable.”
“i won’t disagree,” her spoon clinks against the rim of her cup as she absentmindedly stirs it, “but how exactly?”
“you think you’re so smart,” you glare down at your poor, innocent drink, “you treat me like i’m some stupid, thoughtless girl. what was all that about earlier? you were spouting creepy bullshit at me, and y—”
“ahh,” she chuckles, propping her cheek on one hand as her free one reaches to tuck your hair behind your ear, “you’re still on about that?”
you groan, baffled by the audacity of the question, “why wouldn’t i be!? you literally—”
“wow, you’re pierced,” she sits up straight, smiling at the cold feel of the earrings she accidentally grazed, feeling them under her fingertips. “damn, really pierced.”
you blink, taken off guard again, then you blush harder, “see, you’re doing it again! whenever i try confronting you, y—you just keep distracting me by—”
“is that a daith?” she whistles, brushing over your inner piercings, “and a conch. jesus, i heard they hurt like hell. you’re one strong woman.”
your eye uselessly twitches at the relentless cut offs, and she seems to revel in your stammering.
“you— you’re so— ughhhh! i hate you so much!” you groan in defeat, clutching the right side of your head while curious fingers continue prodding at your left earlobe.
to your surprise, her other hand joins in to feel your other ear too, her thumbs caressing your cheeks while the rest of her fingers trace the piercings.
you flush completely red at the close contact, but she only offers a casual smile, “they both have different jewelry? that’s pretty cool. which one’s more pierced?”
“my.. right one.” you sigh, giving up on properly communicating with this stubborn fuck and deciding to indulge her instead. plus, you liked showing off your piercings, so you reluctantly found yourself eager to tell her more. “i sleep on my left side, so my right piercings heal better.”
she hums approvingly, now moving to your face, “an eyebrow piercing.. a nose stud, too.”
you swallow, slightly shy. this felt more intimate than you thought it’d be. after all, nobody had felt your piercings up like this — i mean, they could see them, so they had no reason to.
her thumb gently presses down on your plush bottom lip, her voice lowering down to a whisper, “what’s this one called again?”
“a.. vertical labret,” you whisper back, your heart doing a traitorous flip at the focused look on her face, “um, that’s about all, for my facial piercings.”
“i see,” her sightless eyes flit up to yours, gaze somewhat heavy, “where else are you pierced?”
you think the question over for a few seconds before answering, “honestly, too many places. i don’t know if i’ll be able to recount them all.”
“then don’t,” her voice is oddly low, and it makes your brows raise a little, puzzled. her thumb slowly leaves your lip, “let me feel them.”
okay, what the fuck.
she couldn’t be dense enough not to know what the hell she was implying, or not feel the tension brewing,
you stare at her, trying to catch the slightest crack in her expression, but she totally meant every word. and you couldn’t read her nor her intentions at all.
and yet, you couldn’t find it in yourself to refuse her, nor did you genuinely want to.
you slowly get up from your seat, the sting of your ankle helping you snap back a bit to reality, a hand on the table for support as you walk over to her seat.
she leans back, legs wide open for you to stand between them.
she huffs out a small laugh, her hands finding your adorned waist, “this is just like earlier. you stood between my legs just like this, then you told me off in front of everyone on that bus.”
you grunt, blushing again, “stop mentioning that. you deserved it, you looked like a pervert.”
“well,” svelte fingers fiddle with the jingly waist beads, sliding under them to feel the warm skin, “i think i look more like a pervert now.”
you hum, looking down at her, “well, i think you are a pervert.”
“so harsh,” her index lightly taps your hip, “anyway, about those piercings.”
“right,” you exhale softly, the air feeling a little hotter than usual.
“ohh, a belly piercing,” her thumb brushes over the heart-shaped jewel sitting in your navel. she smirks, “that’s a slutty pick.”
“it’s cute,” you argue, watching her hands splay flat over your waist, like she was trying to feel up as much exposed skin as she could.
“slutty and cute aren’t mutually exclusive,” she replies, and you completely agree.
her touch slides down to your lower back, and that pleasantly surprises her. “are these back dermals? i’ve never actually seen them up close before.”
you nod, “yeah. i mean that’d be pretty hard to do, especially with you being, you know, fucking blind.”
“there’s a special place in hell for you, bitch.” she pinches your hip, chuckling at the small squeak it pulls out of you. “now be quiet, let me feel the rest.”
…
“.. you do know there obviously aren’t any piercings on my ass, right?” you ask, glaring down at her as she fondles it again.
“i don’t know,” she squeezes the soft flesh, “for all i know, there could be.”
you roll your eyes, “well, there’s none. hands off.”
“do you even have any clothes on?” she feels down the bare back of your thighs, “where do you even find skirts this tiny? it literally only fits your ass, and barely.”
you smile widely, your chest puffing out with pride, “i know!”
her hands find the swell of your butt again, but this time she grabs it and pulls you down into her lap, straddling one of her strong thighs.
your eyes blow wide open, cheeks flushing red in bewilderment, “w-what are you doing!?”
“shh,” her breath hitting your neck only flusters you further, making your brain short-circuit. she bounces her thigh once to slide you closer, your chest now flush against hers, and the brief pressure makes your breath hitch.
you stare at her, speechless, the sweetest of smiles on her face.
“t-toph,” you squirm, trying to ignore the feel of the clothed muscle right under you, only separated by the thin material of her sweatpants, “don’t you think this is.. a little too..”
“hm?” she tilts her head, fingers flexing around your waist, “too what?”
you’re about to answer when she bounces her leg again, and you can’t help the startled moan that slips out of your lips.
“oh,” her brows raise, the pieces finally clicking, “right. i’m sorry, i forgot you’re basically naked. you must be feeling everything.”
the embarrassment was killing you.
you tried to desperately tug your skirt down, but the material was too little and too tight to do anything but uselessly bunch up around your hips.
“don’t be so nervous,” she caresses your lower back, condescendingly looking up at you, “you’re obviously not a virgin, so what are you so jumpy for?”
you huff, scandalized, “that has nothing to do with—”
“oh.” her eyes widen, then her grin does.
your brows furrow in confusion as she chuckles, “your nips are pierced too.”
you blink. “huh? what did you— ..”
you trail off, your eyes drifting down to where your chests met. fuck, your tits were completely squished up against hers, so the metal must have poked through.
“that’s slutty,” her hands slowly inch up your torso, mouths so close your breaths mingled with each other. “reaaal slutty. you sleep around, princess?”
you scoff, cheeks flushed from both embarrassment and reluctant arousal, “and? what about it?”
she smiles, leaning down to press a kiss to your neck, “so that’s why you’re so easy.”
“e-easy?” you bite back a whimper when she presses another one under your ear. your hands travel up to her hair, giving it a tug, offended, “you can’t call me that when you’re way easier.”
“oh, i know i am.” she pulls back, weirdly proud for what she was saying, “i’m the easiest bitch around the block. i’ve probably done every girl in the neighborhood.”
you huff, glaring down at her, “what a fucking slut.”
she shrugs, licking her own lips, “at least i’m not in denial.”
you part your lips to give her a snappy response back, but only a startled squeal escapes, her hands grabbing sudden handfuls of your tits.
“woah,” she chuckles, squeezing the flesh, “holy shit.”
“w—what the hell do you think you’re— mmh..”
you mewl, her fingers toying with the metal barbells through the thin crop top, rolling your peaked nipples as well.
she snickers, “yeah, if i wasn’t blind, i’d definitely be ogling. wow, you’re so hot. no wonder your personality’s so shit.”
you would’ve protested if she didn’t immediately start bouncing her leg up and down, the pace just right, the motion along with her skilled hands on your breasts dragging a string of shameless moans out of your lips.
“so fucking easy. do you do this with every stranger you invite in for tea?” she taunts when you start grinding down on her thigh yourself, your damp panties slowly soaking her pants.
“s-shut up,” you weakly huff out, closing your eyes to ignore the mocking grin on her face as you ride her thigh, your jewelry clinking with every roll of your hips.
one of her hands ditch your bouncing boobs, trailing down your waist to find where you needed her most, but you quickly grab her wrist.
“w-wait,” you glance at her through half-lidded eyes, panting, “are you sure about this? i-i’m not looking for a relationship, and i don’t want this to—”
“oh, you sweet thing,” she coos, coaxing another needy whine from you when she flicks your nipple, “you’re so, so considerate. don’t worry, hot stuff. i think i would probably block you if you asked me for a relationship.”
your grip slackens a little, and her fingers waste no time in breaching the hem of your skirt. she smiles, feeling your pace pick up, dragging your clit over the now damp sweats, “this is just what girls do together, isn’t it?”
your next moan is swallowed by an eager pair of lips, one hand fondling your pierced breast, the other finally sliding under your panties.
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* the concept of situationship/fwb toph 😩 yeah i am NOT ditching this series anytime soon
and yes peach tea is the only flavor i like and NO i don’t care
sorry for edging you with this ending but your girl gotta study 😔 can someone beat me into studying
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basically; vi, who delivers the most lethal backshots known to man
cw: wlw. men dni. g!p! vi. unprotected sex. doggy. degradation if you squint. swearing. brief spanking. a lil ass play. implied overstimulation? mention of creampie but she cums on ur back lol. vi's down bad. briefly proofread. this is a lil short i'm sorryyy
a/n: can you tell i was excited? anyways, sevika fic coming soon. if you saw this before i apologize, i fucked something up on the formatting and had to redo it.
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vi is the type of girl that likes seeing your face when you two have sex, for a multitude of reasons. for example, she likes seeing your pretty face twist in pleasure whenever she sheathes her cock fully inside of you, but she also likes keeping the eye contact. it makes sex all the more intimate, and vi prides herself in being a considerate lover. she always wants to make sure you're doing fine, and your expression is a good way of doing that.
but no story has only one side. and, neither do you, and she fucking loves your backside as well.
"shit," she groaned, growled, untamed and feral, giving ravenous, rough thrusts in and out of your sopping hole. barely gives you enough time to even moan, each thrust ripping a gasp from your throat, taking the breath away from your lungs. she's laser-focused on the way your pretty cunt swallows her girth, greedy, clenching around her so fucking tight, like your pussy never wants to let go. one hand on your waist, the other on your ass, landing a hard smack that makes you whine.
"look at that," vi grunted, grabbing at the yielding skin of your ass cheek, admiring the skin plushing between her fingers. never once does she stop, pace unrelenting. "taking my cock so well. so fuckin' pretty, baby... fuckin' love taking me from behind, don't ya? huh, princess?"
she smacks your ass again when you don't respond immediately, sending your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
"yes, viii..." you replied, in a strangled mewl, hitching your head to the side to look back at her. and fuck, if she didn't have the most fucking smug face in the face of the planet.
"yeah, fuckin' looove when i hit it from the back, don't you, babe?" vi scoffed. grabbing at your waist tighter so she could pull you back into her cock in time with her thrusts. she was in so deep, the angle making it oh-so easy for her to reach the deepest spots inside you, the tip of her cock kissing your cervix repeatedly, as bruisingly as she would kiss you.
"fuckin' love this pretty ass. shit, look at 'er," her hand just can't seem to stop squishing and squeezing the skin of your ass, running over it, feeling you up. you knew vi liked your body, but you didn't know she was this much of an ass woman.
in her defense, it's such a good angle. she's always noticed your butt, but she doesn't usually focus on it. she likes seeing your face when you fuck, but she could get used to this view. your face down, your ass up, meeting her pelvis with each thrust, how you whine and whimper at the tickle of the little red hairs that trail down her tummy and cover the base of her dick, same hairs that get slowly wetter with your wetness and hers mixing, balls smacking against your clit in a dizzying fashion.
you don't even notice her hand wandering, thumb straying, 'til it's right over your rim, prodding at your puckered hole. you keen, a hitched gasp coming from the back of your throat.
"vi, what the-hah!—"
"shhh," she shushes you, not really even giving you much of a choice but to shut up, another harsh thrust that hit right against your cervix, making you burrow your face into the plush of the bed, you two connected on every level. she starts grinding into you instead, keeping herself as deep as she could, tip practically smushing against your insides.
"it's okay, baby," she muttered, leaning down, her front nearly pressing against your back. "you'll take me, right? please, baby, gonna make you feel sooo good."
how can you deny when she asks so sweetly? a little hum of approval is all she needs to hear.
suddenly she pulls out. a smirk graces her face when you whine, a string of slick and pre connecting your cunt to her cock in a filthy scene.
she spits right on your hole, licks it just to see you squirm. her hand moves to her cock, letting out a shaky sigh as she wipes her thumb over her slit, gathering the pre-cum that built on her tip. when she feels it's enough, she aligns herself with your pussy, her thumb circling your rim. she watches as you wince when she begins dipping her thumb in, pushing her cock inside of your cunt at the same time. the simultaneous movement makes your eyes roll, unconsciously relaxing so she can push her finger in easier.
"viii..." you try to run away, but she keeps you still, grabbing tightly at your hips. you're clenching around her so tight she can barely even move.
"shh... just relax, baby. fuck, you're so tight..."
she nearly moans when your warmth envelops her digit completely. your cunt's fucking strangling her, clenching repeatedly against the base of her cock so tight she swears you're gonna cut circulation.
her next movement are robotic, drawing back from you only to slam right back in, a loud smack reverberating in the room. you swear you can feel her in your guts. she's so deep, her thumb now filling your other hole. you’ve never felt so full, and fuck, you love it.
"vi-iiii,” her name drawls out like string from your throat, the only coherent thought that you're forming being about how good it feels, how good she feels. she's also only thinking about you, about how much she wants to fill you to the brim, fuck you full of her again and again and again until it's engraved in your mind thoughts of her. 'til you're ruined, and it's engrained in that she is the one that fucks you this good, the one fucking you dumb.
"mmh? yeah? i'm listenin', baby," she's teasing. she loves how you get all huffy when she does. she knows you can't speak, not when she's pounding you into the mattress like she wants to mold your pussy for fit her cock. she spreads your ass to get more access, and fuck, the view might just be from heaven. it's obscene and so pretty and so fucking hers.
soon, that familiar knot is forming in your stomach, growing impossibly tighter each thrust. you cry out, hands hopelessly grasping at the bedsheets, your thighs spreading on instinct, back arching. vi tuts behind you, mean.
"nuh-uh," she nearly growled, grabbing your waist and pulling you right back onto her cock with a grunt. "you were beggin' for it, don't run away, you can take it, yeah?"
"vi-ii!!" you let out a pathetic cry, muscle memory only making you bounce right back against her. "shi-shit— s'much..!"
"oh, but you're taking me so well, baby," she praised, but it somehow managed to sound dangerous. vicious. "fuck, pussy's swallowing me up whole. look at her, clenchin' round me, doesn't want to let me fucking go."
her last word's punctuated with a sharp smack to your ass, and oh she relishes in the way you sob, knowing that has to leave a painful sting, which she soothes with her palm.
"vi, close...! 'm- 'm close!"
"me too baby, fuck," she groans, adjusting herself just so she can fuck into you better, her cock moving inside you, tilting at an upwards angle that makes her rub right against that little spot she knows turns your brain to mush. "gonna cum for me, yeah? make a mess, c'mon, c'mon..."
your orgasm hits you like a goddamn truck, back arching like that of a cat's. if her hand didn't hold you up by the hips, you would've collapsed by now. you're leaking, your cum leaving a creamy white ring around the base of her cock, a vision she wants to be drawn into her grave so she'll never forget it. she groans, her hand lets go of you, letting you lay back down while she supports her weight on her free hand.
"fuck, fuck," she grunts in her own needy way, reminiscent of a dog with how she pants against your back, bending so she could be closer, smelling your hair. shes close, and she only gets closer when she hears your whimpers, hips still smacking against your ass as she chases her own orgasm.
"shit!—"
she finally cums, pulling out just in time to release all on your back, squirting a pretty white string right where your spine sat. she hissed a desperate string of curses, something she does to spare some dignity and not outright moan like a slut (you've told her you like when she moans, but damn it, she's the one with the cock. plus, it's not like you can't hear the whimpers in the back of her throat. not slick, violet).
her face buried into the space between your shoulder blades, she strokes her cock a few more times for good measure, collapsing on top of you when her own legs start shaking and she feels like she’s been milked dry.
you're panting, her weight over your body, sticky skin against sticky skin, sweat and cum mixing. she could care fucking less that your back's covered in her cum, and she's pressing her chest to it. if anything, she likes it. loves how her skin sticks to yours, how she can barely tell where you end and she begins.
"mhm," vi hummed, removing her thumb from your hole, huffing out a little laugh when you whimper. she wraps her big arms around you, hands smoothing over your skin. she leaves a few kisses down the back of your neck, before licking a long line over your spine, scooping up her own cum with her tongue.
"vi—“
before you can ask, she turns you around, kissing you, tongue shoved into your mouth. all you can taste is her, her cum and your sweat and just sex. you have no problem swallowing, much to her pleasure, a dumb, lopsided grin tilting her mouth up.
"let's do that again," she muttered, kissing the slope of her neck. her cock sits heavy on your lower stomach, hard. "wanna cum inside you this time."
⤷ Overview: Sevika has been patient with you, making sure every step of the way she didn’t leave an ounce of her nasty thoughts she has of her girl trailed away. But come to find out—you’re more than what you present yourself as.
⤷ WARNINGS!: Receiving!Sevika x switch!top!reader, usage of a fleshlight, honestly she’s so subby in this, lowkenuinley p*rn without a plot, mommy usage, overstimulation, strap usage, size difference mentioned, dacrylph!lia, ^_^ Vika kind of a pervert but I tried my best not to make her look full creeper, wrote this at like 1 in the morning so if it’s bad I’m very sorry
Pt. 2 here!!
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It was a blessing already to have eye candy like Sevika. Fine wine, broad shoulders, towers over anybody like their dignity fed her height. So it’s comical to say the least when she goes for you. The stark difference could definitely turn a head to say the least.
Her innocent doe waltzed with her mechanic arm in hand with no care in the world. Now obviously, she despised saying it out loud, but you seemed fragile. So pure of love and kindness. If she was being frank, you sounded like you’d just started learning about the outside world—treating everybody with an equal but not overbearing amount of love, thinking everyone had only the better intentions.
You strike up conversation with Sevika like she isn’t heavy baggage, or intimidating baggage to say the least. Your hands hold her face, caress her body, find through her hair like she was carved from stone.
Wouldn’t it be heartbreaking if you’d find out her dirty thoughts the moment she laid eyes on her doll?
The both of you never really brought up intimacy. She’d automatically assume you’d never be interested in such vulgar acts. So she tried her best to stay quiet.
But by god, did she bite her knuckles hard at the thought of how breathtaking you’d look covered in her cum. You taking her cock like a puzzle piece. Her face buried in your pussy until 2 laps turned into 9. How would you suck her off? Did you sound as pretty as you regularly talked?
She jerked off in her fleshlight to her secret fantasies every time after your dates. She’d sniff the shirt you forgot to bring back home, complaining as to where it could’ve gone. She’d never tell you anything, even if she was whipped to shape.
…’+*•,
Sevika was a bit taken aback when she found you at her doorstep. 10:24 pm was the last time she remembered flashing on her phone. A few months into the relationship was usually the either of you two sleeping over at each other’s apartments. You usually warned her with a swift text, asking her what snack she was craving that day.
But tonight had no warnings ahead. She blinked down at you as she sweetly asked
“Hey, pretty. Y’a didn’t text me ahead of time? Are you oka—“
You gently pull the collar of her shirt down to meet your height as your lips engulfed hers. She stumbled back a bit as you swiftly closed the door behind, kissing like it was your first. She gripped your waist as tongue and teeth clashed. She stopped, but it seemed like you didn’t want to. She was in a sweat as her gaze went straight towards the perpetrator.
“Jesus, babydoll. You impatient to see me already?” She nervously laughed as she tried flapping her pajama pants to not make her bulge prominent.
You stare at her with eyes she’s never seen before. Hungry.
“Tell me you want me.”
You huffed it out like a soft demand.
“Please. I miss your touch.”
Her gaze faltered as she felt fuzzy. Her mouth growing dry as her only source of oxygen now was to breathe in you.
“Babydoll, I’ve wanted you since our first day meeting.”
You pull her collar once more as the both of you made the way to her bedroom. She’d anticipate pinning you against the wall, or claiming you in her sheets. But a shift of surprise swooped by as you gently push her down the bed, cultivating her lips once more before you plunged to her neck. Her moans cultivated the room as you marked her purple. Fuck the neighbors. She’d worry about it the next morning.
Sevika was overwhelmed. This wasn’t real, right? Probably some filthy wet dream she managed to make so realistic in her head.
It felt real once you started groping under her shirt and lifting it to suck her tits dry. She let out a higher pitched moan as she felt your tongue swirling her around like a piece of candy drenched from its flavors clean. Your free hand went beneath her boxers as your fingers gently grazed her cock. She gasped, holding onto your back. She looked and felt shy.
It was never meant to be this way. She wanted to top you first after all. Whatever happened after wasn’t the biggest issue. But of course, her ego was now destroyed by a what’foot’something consuming her alive.
You paused as you raised your body, hovering her as you tilted your head.
“Where’s all your toys, ‘Vika?”
“…what—“
You grinned as you played coy, body language at least.
“Don’t play dumb, I saw one of them under your bed last weekend.”
She nervously chuckled as she rolled her eyes.
“Okay, ‘lieutenant.’ Give me a sec.”
She wiggled out of your grasp as she lazily hung off the bed to rummage below and find her freshly washed fleshlight. She hesitantly looked up at you as she raised an eyebrow with an amused smile.
“Why d’you need it so bad?” Rolling it towards you before you smiled wider.
“Can you use it for me?”
She blinked a few times. Gets off to masturbation. Noted.
She obeyed as she shimmied her boxers down, a hard member slowly springing out as she inserted deep inside her toy.
She held in a groan as she looked up at you, her voice already unsteady.
“N..now what?” She kept stroking at a recognizable pace. You nodded sweetly at her as you watched the view unfold,
“Just like that. You’re already doing amazing, mama.”
Sweet lord, she could’ve came just by hearing that alone.
You slowly spread her thighs open as her half lidded eyes slowly drifted towards you. She already couldn’t register what was happening, but something foreign started circling her hole. She shot her eyes down as she felt silicone steadily warming itself inside her.
“You…you had a strap on this whole time?” She managed to pant out as she already gripped the sheets, moaning louder than before.
You quiet her down as your hands started gripping her hips. “Shhh, just take me. I know you can.”
She nodded hesitantly. She didn’t have enough time to tell you anything as you rammed your strap inside her, only going faster when she gasped out groans. Her pumping slowed down as her body flowed alongside you, her tits bouncing beautifully. It reminded you to strip too the hotter it got.
Skin swelled with sweat glands as you bit your lip from whimpering at the strap rubbing against you. Distraction was needed until you gazed on the fleshlight that was barely being used now. You whispered between thrusts—
“Can you keep touching yourself for me mama? Or do I have to stop.”
Her attention was brought right back to your face as she gulped.
“Don’t you dare stop.”
She managed to get mobility again as she started pumping her cock faster. The faster she went, you followed the same pace—if not, harder.
You ravished her facial expressions. Her eyes were blown out black as tears started welling up. It was too much. She was being fucked dumb and she barely remembered wanting to top you.
“So good. You take me so good mommy. This what you wanted?” You reached the tip just right where she started scratching hard at your back, her other hand cramping with how fast she jerked her cock.
“You. N-need to f-feel you. Used to this sh-shit for too long”
Your eyes shot a glance before you smiled. “Y’gotta cum for me first then if you wanna fuck me that bad.”
She whined as you kept your pace before liquids squirted out her and her seed shot into the faux tunnel, milking her nectar as if it was your needy pussy. Her back arched as she clung onto you, crying out your name. You hushed your big woman softly as you kissed her forehead and slowly took out and off the strap, throwing it on the floor before licking and wiping her tears.
It didn’t take long for herself to recollect, but a finger pushed on her tip as she glanced up, her vision making two of you asking
“You wanna try the real thing now?”
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Idea came to me like the apple hitting Newton’s head :0 Idk if yall want a part 2 since I’m not sure how to end this without it being overwhelming as fuckk. (Also too lazily to proofread) I need more ideas tbh so hit up and I don’t flop :))
Reposts are perfectly welcomed and encouraged if credited!!
"Aah-fuck, you taste so good , " Toph murmurs, nose deep into your pussy.
You had never seen this side of her before. Toph had always had sex with passion, but this exceeds everything you had ever imagined.
You whimpered, your trembling thighs threatening to close around her head. Toph firmly slapped your thigh, making you yelp as her hands spread your legs wide, securing them with her arms to restrain you from shifting.
The atmosphere smells of sex and Toph. Along with the fact that Toph is buried deep into your cunt, devouring any slick and skin she feels, you swear you could pass out right then and there.
"I-It's too much," you sobbed softly, your hand gripping harder onto her dark locks.
"Yeah? What are you gonna do about it, hmm?" Toph teasingly quipped. "You can do it, sweets."
You throw your head back, eyes rolling back into your skull. Whining and sobbing so sweetly, Toph's favorite. You start to babble and quiver, your thighs trembling under Toph's rough grip.
"I'm gonna cum," you managed to mutter.
"Ah-ah. Not yet, sweets , " Toph responded, indifferent.
Whining, you try your best to hold back , until that is, Toph's fingers enter your pussy.
Biting your lip, "Oh no, please." Her fingers start to curl inside you, deliciously prodding against that spongy flesh. Her tongue never leaves your clit unattended, flicking it over and over.
You whine, "Nooo, no no no, p-please," your breath turns erratic, a clear sign of your upcoming orgasm.
"Haah, nooo-" you sobbed, your legs attempting to thrash but instead struggle against Toph's harsh grip. "I-I want to cum," you whimper. "Please."
"Hold on for just a moment, pebble." Toph's skillful fingers continue to poke and prod your g-spot, her tongue softly sucking your clit-ignoring your protests.
Head blank and eyes rolling back, you sense something different before peaking.
"I need to pee, Toph," you faintly voiced. "I think-I think I need to pee!"
Toph places an arm down onto your stomach. You groan. "Cum for me, sweetness," Toph orders, nose against your cunt. "Now." Toph's fingers viciously curl against that spongy flesh, trembles traveling through your body. Toph seals her lips around your clit and *sucks*.
Immediately, you squirt a clear liquid right on Toph's face. You wailed, a tear cascading down your cheek. White, hot, and searing, the sides of your vision blurring. A pleasure you will never tire of.
Toph continues the torture she gives to you. Her fingers roughly curl inside you once more, additionally making you spray your liquid onto her. Toph groans, slurping all of the slick and fluid your pussy secretes. She gifts you one more deep thrust of her fingers before pulling out and letting you handle the overstimulating sensation yourself.
"I love you so much," Toph sweetly states, kissing the sensitive part of your thighs with gentleness.
Your back still arched, and your hands still gripping the bedsheets, but you slowly start to come down from your high. Your breath starts to even, and your quivering begins to end.
"Toph," you whimper. Her trails of kisses eventually start trailing upwards until her lips meet yours. Her tongue invades your mouth, swirling everywhere as if trying to merge yourselves together. You taste yourself on her tongue, her mouth sharing your slick with yours. The both of you pull away, your breaths erratic and all over the place.
"'Toph, I'm gonna pee! I'm gonna pee!'" mocked Toph, a smirk on her slick-smeared lips.
"Oh hush," you blushed, the both of you giggling.
You nuzzled against each other, the silence of the room not eerie , but comforting. Until Toph breaks the silence.
⚽︎ hot to go, part one. soccer!vi x ditzy sorority reader
a/n: welcome to the first part of marie and i’s collab fic! we’ve been so excited about this, hope you enjoy <3
tags: mdni 18+, soccer player vi, dom!vi x sub! reader, spanking, strap-on referred to as cock, phone sex (technically?), spanking, strapping (r!receiving), vi is lowk nasty, degradation, dumbification, manhandling, public sex, vi is packing at practice (i don’t make the rules i just work here.), looksmaxxing mention, frat girl pervs.
watching vi run drills was like being allowed the pleasure of watching ajax the great charge into battle.
your lollipop crunched between your teeth as sweat trickled down the thick line of her shoulders, red hair curling at her temples in the humidity that you so desperately wanted to tangle your fingers in.
the sound of cleats hitting concrete started you out of the very hyper-realistic daydream of you licking the salt from the dips of her abs. and there she was. your adonis of a girlfriend dripping sweat from the tips of her hair as she leant down to greet you.
‘wassup, baby?’ vi greeted, sharp canine grazing the curve of your earlobe as your nails curved over her shoulder, pink and glittering and perfect against her muscle.
‘mm, hi gorgeous.’ you giggled, pressing a kiss to her golden cheek as you scratched lightly at her shoulder, nails skimming the edges of her tattoo. ‘good practice?’
vi hummed in response, and pulled back to look at you. those taut arms folded over her chest, brow furrowing as her eyes flicked down to the tiny denim skirt that just about skimmed the tops of your thighs. that crooked cupid’s bow curled, just slightly. oh fuck. oops.
‘so what’s my girl doing wearin’ shit like this to come to practice?’ her breath came hot against your cheek as she dragged you upright, palm splaying hot and firm at the base of your spine, turning your knees to jelly at the press of her fingertips. ‘you want the whole team to see those pretty little thighs?’ her voice dropped as her palm slid down, down, nudging beneath your skirt to take a firm handful of your ass and squeeze. ‘you want my teammates oglin’ your ass, hm? is that it?’
you yelped quietly, nose wrinkling as your lips pressed into a glossy pout, nails digging into her shoulder. ‘what? no, baby. ‘s just a pretty skirt, i-‘
you were cut off as she stepped closer, pressing the curve of your spine into the cold metal edge of the bleachers. ‘it’s alright, doll.’ her tone was gravel now, rough and catching at the back of her throat. ‘we both know there isn’t enough room in that pretty little head of yours to care about all my teammates. just ellie. isn’t that right?’
a low gasp caught in your throat, her fingers curling tighter around the swell of your ass, nails pressing in. ‘mmn, no, baby i swear it-‘
vi didn’t exactly give you a chance to answer.
the thick curve of her bicep was already wrapping around the backs of your thighs, hoisting you over her shoulder like you weighed less than a fucking feather. the pure power in the coiling shoulders beneath your stomach made your toes curl in your boots.
‘vi! baby, everyone can see my ass.’ you squealed, clawing at her shoulders as each of her steps sent your skirt riding higher, the curve of your thighs bare to the cold wind whipping at your skin.
‘should’ve thought about that, doll face.’ vi muttered, unbothered as her palm curled around the meat of your thigh, holding you steady and groping at the same time. ‘you wear a tiny skirt like a slut, you get treated like one.’
her strides were heavy as she carried you across the pitch, the snick of her cleats sinking into the grass a warning bell as every step brought her closer to the tiny storage room the soccer team used for gear.
the second the door was shut behind you both, you were being shoved face first into the wall, her chest a solid curve of muscle at your back. ‘baby, not so rough, watch the makeup-‘ you whimpered, but vi was too busy listening to the base impulses rushing to her skull, pawing with those big hands at your ass.
‘yeah? is that what you want?’ she panted, breath hot against the shell of your ear as thick fingers found the waistband of your panties and ripped, ‘you want me to be sweet? treat you like a fuckin’ princess? nah. think you like bein’ my dirty little slut baby. ain’t that right? tell me?’ the slew of filth tumbled from her lips as she pinned you to the wall with a hand between your shoulder blades. ‘fuckin’ tell me, use your words babygirl.’
‘no, mmf, fuck-‘ the whines were already spilling from your throat before you could stop them, ass arched and the stale air of the storage room brushing the soaked curve of your folds.
‘that’s what i fuckin’ thought.’ she muttered, voice hoarse and low with shouting on the pitch, with heady arousal. her palm cracked hard against the curve of your ass, the handprint stinging with the imprint of her rings as she shoved her shorts down the v of her hips.
‘have you had that on the whole practice?’ your neck was craned back, panting as you stared at the familiar leather harness digging into tanned skin, your favourite pretty pink strap bobbing proud between her thighs.
vi just grunted, catching the hem of her jersey to hold between her teeth, voice muffled. ‘makes me play better, baby. makes me think about comin’ back to this perfect cunt. you gonna take it like a good girl for me?’
the stark overhead lights caught the sweat dripping down her abs as she moulded herself to your spine, the blunt head of the strap dragging through your folds, teasing even now. ‘answer me, sweetheart. or you ain’t gettin’ anythin’.’
you gasped for breath, lipgloss smearing against the harsh stone of the wall, chest heaving under the weight of her attention. ‘please, vi. hah, need you so bad baby…’
that got a smile out of her, the cocky tilt of those perfect lips as she arced her hips, shoving the silicone past your entrance in one brutal thrust. ‘such a good little slut for me.’ she cooed, forearm keeping your shoulders in place as her free hand gripped your hip, setting a ruthless pace that had your ass jiggling against the grooves of her abs. ‘you gonna say it?’ the words came close to your ear, low and dripping with filth, ‘gonna tell me what a sweet cocksleeve you are for me? drooling over my strap, hm?’
the words sent you dizzy, the head of the strap grazing your cervix hard enough to make your thighs turn to jelly as drool mingled with your gloss against the wall. ‘s all for you, vi. hah- mmn-, feels so good. can’t-‘
her hips stuttered as the blaring of her phone cut through the chorus of grunts and whimpers and the wet slap of skin and skin.
she cursed under her breath as she fumbled for it, eyes narrowed until she clocked the name of the caller.
‘ayo, dickhead.’ vi laughed, hips driving into you harder, enough to crush your tits firmly against the wall. ‘the fuck is so important you had to call me?’
the voice on the other end was tinny, but unmistakably ellie’s. you couldn’t quite make it out, too busy with the strap drilling into your cunt and the haze turning all your thoughts syrupy slow.
‘yeah, i’m a little busy, man.’ that sharp barking laugh came again, her free hand kneading your ass as she watched it bounce. ‘fuck do you think? yeah i’m with her. don’t get too jealous.’
if you were more coherent you would’ve pulled her up on it. what did she mean? ellie? jealous? but the thoughts faded just as fast as the phone was put on speaker, held close to your lips.
the startled whine that her next thrust wrung from your lips echoed down the line, and vi’s voice twisted gruffly down your spine. ‘doesn’t she sound fuckin’ gorgeous?’ she grunted, holding the phone steady as she spanked your ass harder, the sound sending your walls fluttering around the silicone head of her cock.
ellie’s voice was low, amused, quieter than vi’s but just as interested. ‘fuck, she does. hi pretty girl.’ she cooed, and you could hear her shifting on the other end as vi’s strap sent you cross-eyed. ‘sounds like you’re hurting her, vi.’ she snorted, the sound rattling over the phone. ‘got her squealing like a bunny.’
‘that’s my girl.’ vi grinned, nails biting into your waist as she rolled her hips, wedging her strap deeper in the tight heat of your pussy.
your cry caught on the walls, acrylics scrambling against stone to catch yourself as pearly waves of cum seeped down the pink silicone of the strap, your knees giving out.
vi caught you with an arm around the waist, lips pressing to your temple as she snickered, low and smug. ‘easy, doll. watch those claws.’ she flicked the phone off speaker, bringing it back to her ear as she kept you upright, pulling out with an obscenely loud schlick.
‘yeah, alright smellie.’ she murmured distractedly, too busy wiping your sticky thighs with the hem of her jersey. ‘be there in twenty, grab us a beer yeah? and a coke for my girl. you know she can’t handle her drink. aight, see you in a bit dude.’
vi’s voice was quieter as she hung up, turning you around to check you over. ‘oh baby, your lipsticks fucked.’ she murmured, brushing her thumb slow over the curve of your bottom lip. ‘you good to walk, angel? or did i send you too dumb on my cock, hm?’
you shook your head weakly, arms curling around her neck to pull yourself upright, legs wobbly in your heeled boots. ‘i got it baby.’ you mumbled, wiping the mascara from beneath your eyes with a pout. ‘i told you watch the makeup.’
‘got carried away gorgeous. you can’t blame me for that.’ the famous smirk was back, tilting the corner of her lips as she unbuckled the strap and tossed it into her gym bag, still smeared with the mess of your release. ‘cmon.’ an arm slung low around your waist, proprietary, tugging you into the broad curve of her shoulders. ‘fuckface is waitin’ for us at the raz.’
the raz was the fucking awful dive bar the team insisted on inhabiting after friday night practices, the smell of cheap beer and worse BO making you wrinkle your nose the second a heel crossed the threshold. vi’s hand stayed low on your hip until she spotted ellie and the team, eyes lighting up as she jogged over.
vi clapped ellie on the shoulder, all ballsy bravado as they bumped chests like twelve year old boys.
‘dude, this lighting is doing insane shit for your jawline. have you been on that looksmaxxing bullshit?’ vi’s voice was too loud for the tiny bar, ellie’s answering snort lower than hers.
‘get off me, fat hands. that isn’t a real sentence.’ she punched vi’s shoulder a little too hard, dragging her by the sleeve of her jersey to the team’s booth. ‘also why the fuck are you limping like that?’
‘pulled my hamstring givin’ my girl the best fuck of her life.’ vi gestured you over with a curl of her fingers, those muscled thighs spread wide like she owned every fucking inch of the space. you settled in her lap, smoothing your hands down your skirt as your nose wrinkled. ‘you can be so crude sometimes, violet.’
‘you’re getting old as hell, dude. thought you were a fuckin’ athlete.’ ellie snickered, knocking vi’s shoulder before she leant in, her palm curved over your thigh, squeezing as she kissed your cheek. ‘hi angel, you alright?’
you glanced back at vi, uncertain, but she just smirked, broad palms settling at your hips.
‘i’m good, els.’ you tossed your hair over one shoulder, preening a little in vi’s lap as she squeezed you tighter. ‘someone just decided that she couldn’t keep her hands off me.’
ellie smiled at that, a slow curl of her lips as her eyes dragged from yours to vi’s. ‘can’t blame you.’ she shrugged, long fingers pressing into your thigh. ‘fine fuckin’ piece of real estate right here.’ as if you weren’t even there.
your attention was snagged away by one of their other teammates, natalie, asking you about one of the other girls at Delta Nu. snippets of your girlfriend and her best friend’s conversation filtered through the noise, but you couldn’t quite catch it. something about… rules? photos?
…weird.
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warnings: 18+ nsfw MDNI!! , heavy SMUUUT, predator/prey play, g!p toph, mean sadist!toph, masochist!reader, hide and seek, brat taming, hair pulling, spit play, cum play, gagging, face slapping, spanking (not much tho), degradation, humiliation, name calling, feral sex, p in v sex, edging, panties are used as a gag, ANYTHING on your mind you name it, toph is VERY rough sorry i’m a whore :((
summary: your wife’s been neglecting you, so you decide to get her attention one way or another. and of course, she reminds you who the fuck you’re married to.
!!! disclaimer: i’m ovulating, so tread with CAUTION!! this is my longest work and it doesn’t even have a plot. yeah i’ll go end my life
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toph was supposed to be away on a work trip.
it had been eight days since she left, pressing an apologetic kiss to your pouty lips as she excused herself and explained the urgency of the matter.
you knew you couldn’t hold your wife back just because of your selfish whims, so you reluctantly sent her off, but you did not go a day without pestering her with constant phone calls or letters.
she’d often snap at you for calling her at work, scolding you for how unprofessional you made her seem, but then you’d apologize so sweetly and whine about how much you missed her so needily that she’d spare you the long lecture.
it was always so short, though. she was so swamped with work she was barely giving you any attention, and as the days went by, she only got more irritated, her replies shorter and meaner.
that pissed you off! you were just being a good spouse, checking in on your hard working wife, but now the only reply you’d get as soon as the line connected was “hang up. talk to you later.” and of course, that “later” would rarely come.
if she wasn’t going to give you proper attention, you were more than petty enough to make her regret that.
she thought your well-intended calls were “unprofessional”? oh, you were going to show her what unprofessional meant alright.
your fingers swiftly dialed her office’s number, holding the phone snug against your face, readying yourself.
beep.
“hello, chief beifong’s office here.” you smiled at her assistant’s voice.
“please,” you let out a soft breathy moan, “i need toph.. immediately. mhh, put her on the line.. it’s an emergency, please. hurry.”
you heard the poor assistant’s flustered gasp, her voice lowering to a whisper, “e-excuse me? who is this? chief beifong is busy. this is not funny—”
“ah, please,” you whimpered louder, “this is her wife. please, put her through, right now. i can’t.. hold on much longer.. mmph..”
you had to bite back a laugh as you heard her scandalized tapping away on the phone pad, murmuring a quiet “i don’t get paid enough for this” under her breath before a sharp click interrupts all sound.
a short pause followed suit, then erupted the voice you’d been longing to hear all this time. “beifong here. in a meeting, so make it quick.”
bingo. that meant she likely had her coworkers nearby.
“tophhh..” you drawled out, hearing her breath hitch. you pressed the phone tight against your lips, gasping out a small whine, “mmh, toph, i need you so badly.. need your hands all over me.. i miss your—”
the line abrupty cuts. well, that was quick.
you chuckle, setting your phone down, as you lean back against your couch.
she was probably a mortified mess right now, you made sure to be loud enough for at least someone near her to pick up on your sounds.
you wondered how she’d try and fix this. would she say she had no idea who you were? that this was a completely random prank call by some unknown? or maybe she’d just deny it all, reframing the entire context into something more innocent?
she deserved it. if she found you embarrassing for simply calling her, you’d go ahead and show her true embarrassment.
you get up, your smile only widening the more you imagined her flustered face as she’d try and justify the mess you got her into, then you decide to get started on laundry.
you’re about halfway through the second batch of clothes when you suddenly hear steady, rhythmic knocking on your door. you hum, a little confused on who would be there. did a friend drop by without warning you? or maybe some old delivery just came?
you lift yourself up from the floor, dragging your feet until you reach the door, hand on the knob. “yes? who is it?”
no answer.
you scoff, “haha, very funny. if this is one of you kids again, i’m coming to kick your sorry butts next time!”
just as you turn on your heel, the knocking comes back, stronger this time. oh, those little twerps.
you groan, slamming the door wide open, “ugh! i told you i would kick your— .. ah..”
the air is knocked out of your lungs, your brain trying to make sense of the sight before you.
a very, very displeased toph was standing in front of you, one hand on the door frame, a finger tapping on it insistently. you noticed a prominent crack forming under where her finger laid.
you swallowed, your gaze travelling back to her face.
lips tightly pursed, brows sternly straight, silently glaring you down — and you knew quiet toph was always the most dangerous toph.
but what was she doing here?
she was supposed to be miles away from you! this didn’t make sense at all, your mind raced to come up with any plausible explanation for this utterly unpredicted appearance.
you were only confident about your brattiness because you thought you were safe enough with her so far from you.
her low, gravelly voice cuts through your frenzied thoughts. “i’ll count to ten.”
you stopped breathing.
you blinked, panic brutally setting in, “huh? no no no, toph please, wait, i—”
“ten.” her voice remained level as a crunchy crack of wood reached your ears, her hand clutching the door frame tighter, scrunching it like it was styrofoam, “nine.”
you didn’t even have the time to negotiate.
you trip over yourself and quickly stand back up to run up the stairs, your breathing erratic while your eyes sweep around your surroundings for a good spot to hide.
“five.” her voice resounds from the entrance, reaching you even a floor away.
the bathtub? the closet? the kitchen pantry? the problem was that you’d exhausted all those options before.
“four.”
you rush to your room, not closing the door so its shutting “click” wouldn’t reach her ears, as you crawl under the bed. it wasn’t an extraordinary spot, but it was the furthest one in the house.
you thought of it as reverse psychology too — your other spots were often always in the first floor, all witty and well-chosen — so maybe she’d suspect this one last.
the hiding place didn’t even have to be some perfect place that fully concealed you — it just had to be good enough to stall her for three minutes.
only three.
if the timer ended before she found you, all would be forgiven. the only rule was to get through those three minutes.
but if she found you..?
you shuddered at the thought.
and additionally, she was blind, so this was a huge added advantage to you.
yes, it’d take her around two minutes to go through your usual spots on the first floor, and maybe a minute to actually go up the stairs, so by the time she’d find you, time would be up.
“one.” you heard the frame give out under her death grip, loudly crashing down on the ground.
you gulped.
“i’m coming, ready or not!”
you exhaled, trying to even out your breathing as you listened to her slow steps on the floor beneath you. yes, nothing to panic about. she wouldn’t get here in under three minutes.
drawers were being pulled. cabinets opened. fabric rustled.
“where’s my sweet baby?” she cooed, voice deceptively sweet, followed suit by a terrifying door slam that had the entire house shaking. “where’s my sweet, needy baby who wants my attention so badly? hmm?”
you swallowed, curling in on yourself, your cheek pressed against the cold tiles of your room.
“where is she? the sweet, sweet girl who thought embarrassing me was a great idea? hmm? i wonder.”
you counted down two minutes in your head, a shaky sigh escaping your lips. just one more minute to go — or less, even — and she was still on the bottom floor. you still had a chance.
“ah,” a humorless chuckle rumbled through her throat, her steps coming to a halt, “sounds like somebody’s hyperventilating upstairs. in our room, actually.”
you froze.
your heart sank down to your gut.
you heard her pace pick up, quickly going up the stairs, and you almost threw up.
you crawled further under the bed, curling into the deepest corner of it against the wall, your hands over your mouth to muffle your frantic breathing, peeking at the entry way from the gap beneath your bed.
please, please, just twenty seconds left.
“now,” you have to bite back a scream when her shoes come into view, walking into the room, “where’s my bunny? you’re muffling your breathing, hm? smart girl.”
she roughly opens the closet, feeling up the clothes.
ten seconds left. please, please, time, go faster.
“aw, shucks,” she dramatically sighs, heading back towards the door, “i guess my darling’s not here. i must have heard things.”
five seconds left.
no way, you were going to win?
you squeeze your eyes shut in hope, prayers jumbling up in your poor panicked head.
three. two.
relief started slowly setting in your bones.
“there she is,” a firm hand suddenly shot out, finding your ankle. a startled scream rips through your throat as you’re dragged out from under the bed.
“aw,” she laughs, and it’s not kind. “couldn’t muffle your heartbeat though, could you?”
your head spinned from the sheer fear, her teal eyes set on you with such terrifying accuracy you wouldn’t think her blind.
you trembled, her fingers tightening around your ankle, cutting blood flow to your foot, “t-toph, please, just listen t—”
“be quiet.” her voice brooked no disobedience. she leant down, ditching your ankle to grab a huge fistful of your hair, dragging you on the ground.
you cried out in pain, hands flying up to your scalp.
“you lost,” she threw your head against the bed, and you scrambled up to get on it properly, “and you know the rules.”
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you squirm, wrists pinned above your head so tightly you thought they’d crack, as she crawls on top of you, “mmph— toph—”
“shut up,” her free hand roughly grips your jaw, squeezing your cheeks to pry your mouth open. her thumb prods at your teeth, tugging your lip up further, before you watch her gather up a glob of spit in her mouth.
you open your mouth wider, complying as best as you can to hopefully soothe her nerves, but she decides to spit right on your eyes instead.
“whoops,” she huffs, clearly lying. “bad aim.”
you can’t even rub it off, unable to use your hands, the gross texture forcing you to keep your eyes shut.
a mean prod of her thumb at your cheek makes you wince.
“open them,” she whispers softly, smearing the saliva over your shut eyelids. you want to cry.
when she doesn’t feel your eyelids move, her nails dig into your wrists in warning, sending chills down your spine.
she hums, the threat obvious in her tone, “are you disobeying me?”
“n-no!” you quickly reply, shaking beneath her touch, “i’m.. not..” you try, slowly cracking them open, biting back a sob at the burning sting as the saliva seeps in.
she scoffs, impatient. you don’t feel her hand leave your jaw until your head whips to the side, a firm slap landing on your cheek.
you gasp, eyes blowing wide open in shock, and she grins, rubbing over them, “there. well open. much better.”
you stare at her, baffled and deeply upset. you knew she’d punish you, but you didn’t deserve a treatment this.. degrading. after all, this was her fault in the first place! she was the one who kept ignoring you, kept pushing you away when the only thing you wanted was reassurance.
“toph.” you use up all the strength you have to spit her name firmly, and that does catch her attention. bad or good, you couldn’t tell yet.
she silently gazes down at you, and you clear your throat, “l-listen, i know i.. shouldn’t have.. um, done what i did.. b-but this isn’t entirely my fault! i—i just needed you! you’ve been gone for over a week, and you didn’t even—”
“ah,” she cuts you off, thumb swiping over your bottom lip, a small smile tugging at her lips. “so you just wanted my attention, hm? just wanted me to touch you, sweet baby?”
she was actually listening to you?
you blink, a little surprised, then eagerly nod, “yes! yes, it’s all i wanted, tophie. i never meant to—”
“alright,” she interrupts you again, her voice uncharacteristically airy as her hands find your thighs, “i’ll touch you, then. if my touch is what made my poor, innocent wife pull that very bratty stunt, i’ll take responsibility.”
she slots herself between your legs, then fumbles with the belt of her uniform, and you note the hazy look in her eyes, “i’ll give it to you, baby. oh, i’ll give it to you so good. so good you’ll never want it again.”
what?
you don’t get to process her words before her belt finds your wrists, looping around them and pulling you up with it. you yelp at the stretch of your arms getting pulled, making you sit up. she ties the leather to the headboard, pinning you against it, then settles back down between your thighs.
she smiles, and it makes you break into a cold sweat. “are you ready?”
are you?
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“a—ah! toph!!” you desperately cry out, tears streaming down your face as you grind down on her palm. she stripped you down to only your panties — the one item you wanted her to take off the most — and stubbornly cupped your soaked cunt, kneading it through the damp fabric.
it was nowhere near enough stimulation, and it was driving you insane. her thumb would teasingly join in to rub over your clit, sending a hot jolt of pleasure straight to your gut, but the touch would leave just as quickly, and you’d only cry harder.
“you wanted my touch,” she sighs, condescendingly patting your aching pussy, “there you go. i’m touching you.”
it was so, so unfair. you forgot how much you missed sex with her, the pent-up frustration from this toph-less week crashing down on you, rendering you so needy for her touch, and she refused to give you more.
your hands tingled with numbness from how much you thrashed against the tight belt. these were the worst ten minutes of your life.
“please..” you pleaded, rutting up against the base of her palm for some friction, “i-i can’t do this. please, i need you to— mmph.. p-properly touch.. mm.. me..”
“no you don’t,” she argues simply, and her hand digs into your clit, earning a startled gasp of pleasure from you, “this is all you’ll get, and you will cum from it.”
you whimper, writhing, shamelessly riding her palm, “p—please! j-just your fingers— ahh..— in me, please—”
“no.” her voice is firm and unmoving, just like her hand. this time, she stops her measly kneading too, letting you do all the work.
it was so agonizing, feeling her fingers faintly graze over your clothed folds, you wanted nothing more than to just tear off your fucking panties and sink down on them, but whenever she felt you angle yourself over her fingers, she’d move her hand, only allowing you to use her stupid, useless palm.
“toph, please..” even your crying got weaker now, your voice hoarse, begging for reprieve, “i— i can’t cum like this, and you know it..”
she tuts, “that a challenge, sweet girl?”
all your words die on your tongue when her palm deliciously digs into your swollen bud again, and you arch up despite your exhaustion, mewling as you shamelessly grind down on it like an animal.
she pulls a startled yelp out of you when her fingers fiddle with your sensitive folds through the cotton of your underwear, slightly thrusting the fabric in you with each prod.
“t—toph??” you mewl, confused and aroused. was she half-fingering you with your panties still on?? what the hell was she doing?
“you will cum like this,” she states it like the weather report, her thumb skillfully toying with your puffy clit while her fingers continue doing whatever the hell they were doing.
she crawls over you, her thumb pressing more insistently as her eyes met yours.
her lips hovered over your quivering ones, an invitation you had to resist. then she smirked, her voice a low authoritative murmur, “you will cum like this.”
you’ll later come to cringe with second-hand embarrassment whenever you remember this exact moment, because you had no idea what happened.
whether it was the feral look in her eyes, or that smug smile, or the effortless authority in her voice — you don’t know which one of them had you gushing all over her hand immediately.
you don’t even process it until she laughs, disgusted and mocking, “well, you certainly didn’t keep me waiting. look at the mess you made, you slut.”
you blink dazedly, eyes drifting down to the big, wet patch you left on the sheets, your slick dripping off her hand in embarrassing quantities. she pulls away, shaking the wetness off her fingers in a bored manner, “you even ruined your pretty, pretty panties. isn’t that a shame?”
she plays with the hem of them, then sighs, “aren’t these the ones i got you as a gift last month? what a bad girl. how could you ruin my lovely, handpicked gift for you? you’re so ungrateful.”
not only did none of her words make sense to you, they barely registered into your brain, completely out of it from that hell of an orgasm. you didn’t even understand how or when you came, you just felt that blinding hot climax crash down on you, wracking your whole body, and this was the result.
“not even answering me now?” you gasp in pain, one of your peaked nipples caught between her fingers. she tuts, giving it a hard tug, “i’m so, so disappointed in you.”
you want to reply, you really do, but never in your life had you felt this mushy, only your earlier orgasm looping over and over again in your addled brain.
she suddenly stops, her eyes widening, and you can almost see the little cartoonish lamp flickering over her head at whatever idea she just got.
“righttt..” her hands find your panties again, and she pats your hips, “lift them up.”
you take a minute to understand her words, but quickly obey at the warning pinch it gets you, then she slides the sopping wet underwear off.
she chuckles, and that brings you out of your stupor. you stare at her, puzzled, when she starts toying with the ruined fabric. you flush a deep shade of red when she coats her finger with some of your slick, giving it a taste.
“good enough,” she comments before crawling back towards you. your confusion only grows the closer she gets, then she sits up, undoing the belt around your wrists.
god, the relief was incredible.
you shake your hands, curling your numb fingers to get the blood flowing again, a pleased sigh leaving your lips.
it doesn’t last long, because the second they parted open, damp, soft fabric was harshly stuffed into your mouth, the taste tangy and oddly familiar.
toph grins, and that’s when it clicks. she just gagged you with your own used panties!
“mmh—” you try to spit them out, flustered, but she scoffs, giving you a light slap on the cheek as she shoves them back in, “they’re my gift for you, slut. first, you ruin them, and now you won’t even take them back? since when did you get so bad?”
you were blushing furiously now, baffled and completely taken off-guard. she taps your temple, smiling down at you, “taste what the base of my palm alone did to you, my little whore. not even a bitch in heat would come that fast.”
and with that, she wastes no time in waiting for your reaction before grabbing your waist and flipping you over on your stomach.
her hands hook under your hips, lifting them up, and you protest uselessly against the fabric.
you were too sensitive from how much you cummed just a minute ago, so you tug the panties off your mouth to tell her that. but the instant a proper syllable slips out of your lips, an angry smack lands right on your bare backside, earning a startled yelp from you.
“who the fuck allowed you to speak?” she spat, one of her hands slipping to lower her pants enough to free her hard, flushed dick, “put them back in. i don’t want to hear anything but moans from you, you stupid slut. you hardly deserve me fucking you, so i suggest you don’t test my patience any further.”
you shamefully stuff them back into your mouth, the taste of yourself still so strong on your tongue.
she was so mean, so cruel, so inconsiderate.. and yet you couldn’t help but clench around nothing at her demeaning words.
a garbled moan is coaxed out of your lips when the fat tip of her cock glides over your drooling slit.
“does everything get you wet?” she grunts, her cock already well lubed with only your wetness, sliding deep into you with humiliating ease.
she huffs out a small laugh, “zero resistance, too.”
you writhe, mewling around the gag, desperately pushing your ass up against her. your eyes roll to the back of your head when she picks up the pace.
she leans down to nip at your ear, her hot breath hitting your sweaty nape, “you’re so fucking easy.”
the bed creaks violently under you, the sound of skin slapping and the nasty squelching of your pussy filling the room, your moans increasing in pitch by the second — you two sounded straight out of a porno.
your vision blurred with pleasure, drooling over the gag as your saliva dribbled down your chin.
you felt so disgusting, the smell of sweat and sex along with the taste of your arousal overwhelming your senses, but pure ecstasy overtook all of that, clouding your judgment and allowing yourself to enjoy the animal pounding you were getting.
you were so blissed out you didn’t even hear her pick up your phone, using the speech feature to make the device start a call for her.
you only realized it when she nudged your warm cheek with the cold frame, jolting you into attention.
you lifted your hand to take it, confused as to why she would want you to check your phone right now of all moments, but when you take a look at the screen and see the “boss” text on it, along with the call being ten seconds in already, your heart flipped over itself in panic.
you shakily bring the phone to your ear, removing the panties from your mouth, “y-yes? boss?”
her furious thrusts didn’t stop, and your boss’ awkward reply only made you want to shoot yourself immediately.
“i.. see this isn’t a good time? so what’s with this unprofessional behavior, miss?”
please, a gun to your head right now.
“b-boss,” you briefly cover the mic to let out a high pitched moan when her cock finds your g-spot, then bring it back to your lips again, “i-i’m very sorry, please forgive me, i.. i don’t know how the call went through. i suppose i didn’t pay attention. ah, d-don’t mind the sounds, please. i-i’m just.. renovating my room?”
out of all excuses, seriously?
“that’s.. great,” the reply is very unconvinced, but he really didn’t want to engage in this conversation any longer. he sighs, rubbing the crease between his brows, “may i ask you to come to my office early tomorrow morning? to discuss this.. unprompted call further? you can go back to.. renovating your room now.”
yes, this sealed it. tonight, you were going to off yourself.
“y-yes boss.. i’ll— mmph.. talk to you tomorrow..”
you hang up immediately, tossing the phone away as you bury your face in the sheets. this was the one boss who actually liked you and consistently promoted you, admiring your seriousness and dedication— and now, there you were. having to explain to him why your ass was getting busted while you renovated your room.
“that was so funny, right?” she chuckles, pulling out to brutally slam back into you, making you cry out. “just wanted you to know what it felt like. wasn’t that just hilaaaarious, baby?”
“i-i get it..” you grumble against the sheets, flushed with humiliation, mulling over what the fuck you were going to say tomorrow.
“you can worry about that later,” she angles your hips up better, striking your spongy spot with toe-curling precision, “for now, focus on cumming all over my cock.”
seriously? did she just expect you to forget about—
“augh!” you scream, eyes blowing wide open, her hand slipping between your legs to rub fast circles on your swollen clit, causing your walls to clench around her twitching cock.
she moans at the sensation, somehow fucking into you even harder, “fuck! fuck, you’re so good— so fucking gooood.”
and with that, thick, hot bursts of cum paint your insides white, making you in turn sob as you come all over her, your sensitive walls milking her dry.
“shit,” she presses a harsh kiss to your neck before sitting up straight, her hand feeling the wet mess of your cunt, dripping with your slick and her own cum. she scoops some up with her fingers, taking them to your trembling mouth, and your lips weakly close on them, too exhausted to even suck properly.
“mhh,” she pulls them away after you’ve licked them clean, slowly pulling out. she caresses your ass, her touch gentle for the first time since this whole ordeal started, “good girl.”
she lets go of your hips, and you plop down like a rag against the sheets, completely knocked out.
she smiles and lays down next to you, propped up on her side, running her fingers through your sweaty hair, “good job, baby. you were so good for me. don’t sleep now, though, you still need a shower. you made a big mess, remember?”
you mumble sleepily, eyes fluttering shut as the intensity of your two orgasms catches up to you.
she chuckles, pressing a sweet kiss to your squished cheek, like she didn’t just fuck the living daylights out of you. “i suppose i’ll carry you then. since you made me come home early anyway, time for a nice, warm bath with toph.”
that is the last thing you hear before sleep overtakes you, snoring against her arms as she pulls you closer.
she sighs, burying your head against her chest, “you’re so stinky.”
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* i’m TERRIBLY attracted to mean toph and i will never stop writing her i fear.. anddd yes consent is implied thank you
warnings: 18+ nsfw MDNI!! , heavy SMUUUT, predator/prey play, g!p toph, mean sadist!toph, masochist!reader, hide and seek, brat taming, hair pulling, spit play, cum play, gagging, face slapping, spanking (not much tho), degradation, humiliation, name calling, feral sex, p in v sex, edging, panties are used as a gag, ANYTHING on your mind you name it, toph is VERY rough sorry i’m a whore :((
summary: your wife’s been neglecting you, so you decide to get her attention one way or another. and of course, she reminds you who the fuck you’re married to.
!!! disclaimer: i’m ovulating, so tread with CAUTION!! this is my longest work and it doesn’t even have a plot. yeah i’ll go end my life
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toph was supposed to be away on a work trip.
it had been eight days since she left, pressing an apologetic kiss to your pouty lips as she excused herself and explained the urgency of the matter.
you knew you couldn’t hold your wife back just because of your selfish whims, so you reluctantly sent her off, but you did not go a day without pestering her with constant phone calls or letters.
she’d often snap at you for calling her at work, scolding you for how unprofessional you made her seem, but then you’d apologize so sweetly and whine about how much you missed her so needily that she’d spare you the long lecture.
it was always so short, though. she was so swamped with work she was barely giving you any attention, and as the days went by, she only got more irritated, her replies shorter and meaner.
that pissed you off! you were just being a good spouse, checking in on your hard working wife, but now the only reply you’d get as soon as the line connected was “hang up. talk to you later.” and of course, that “later” would rarely come.
if she wasn’t going to give you proper attention, you were more than petty enough to make her regret that.
she thought your well-intended calls were “unprofessional”? oh, you were going to show her what unprofessional meant alright.
your fingers swiftly dialed her office’s number, holding the phone snug against your face, readying yourself.
beep.
“hello, chief beifong’s office here.” you smiled at her assistant’s voice.
“please,” you let out a soft breathy moan, “i need toph.. immediately. mhh, put her on the line.. it’s an emergency, please. hurry.”
you heard the poor assistant’s flustered gasp, her voice lowering to a whisper, “e-excuse me? who is this? chief beifong is busy. this is not funny—”
“ah, please,” you whimpered louder, “this is her wife. please, put her through, right now. i can’t.. hold on much longer.. mmph..”
you had to bite back a laugh as you heard her scandalized tapping away on the phone pad, murmuring a quiet “i don’t get paid enough for this” under her breath before a sharp click interrupts all sound.
a short pause followed suit, then erupted the voice you’d been longing to hear all this time. “beifong here. in a meeting, so make it quick.”
bingo. that meant she likely had her coworkers nearby.
“tophhh..” you drawled out, hearing her breath hitch. you pressed the phone tight against your lips, gasping out a small whine, “mmh, toph, i need you so badly.. need your hands all over me.. i miss your—”
the line abrupty cuts. well, that was quick.
you chuckle, setting your phone down, as you lean back against your couch.
she was probably a mortified mess right now, you made sure to be loud enough for at least someone near her to pick up on your sounds.
you wondered how she’d try and fix this. would she say she had no idea who you were? that this was a completely random prank call by some unknown? or maybe she’d just deny it all, reframing the entire context into something more innocent?
she deserved it. if she found you embarrassing for simply calling her, you’d go ahead and show her true embarrassment.
you get up, your smile only widening the more you imagined her flustered face as she’d try and justify the mess you got her into, then you decide to get started on laundry.
you’re about halfway through the second batch of clothes when you suddenly hear steady, rhythmic knocking on your door. you hum, a little confused on who would be there. did a friend drop by without warning you? or maybe some old delivery just came?
you lift yourself up from the floor, dragging your feet until you reach the door, hand on the knob. “yes? who is it?”
no answer.
you scoff, “haha, very funny. if this is one of you kids again, i’m coming to kick your sorry butts next time!”
just as you turn on your heel, the knocking comes back, stronger this time. oh, those little twerps.
you groan, slamming the door wide open, “ugh! i told you i would kick your— .. ah..”
the air is knocked out of your lungs, your brain trying to make sense of the sight before you.
a very, very displeased toph was standing in front of you, one hand on the door frame, a finger tapping on it insistently. you noticed a prominent crack forming under where her finger laid.
you swallowed, your gaze travelling back to her face.
lips tightly pursed, brows sternly straight, silently glaring you down — and you knew quiet toph was always the most dangerous toph.
but what was she doing here?
she was supposed to be miles away from you! this didn’t make sense at all, your mind raced to come up with any plausible explanation for this utterly unpredicted appearance.
you were only confident about your brattiness because you thought you were safe enough with her so far from you.
her low, gravelly voice cuts through your frenzied thoughts. “i’ll count to ten.”
you stopped breathing.
you blinked, panic brutally setting in, “huh? no no no, toph please, wait, i—”
“ten.” her voice remained level as a crunchy crack of wood reached your ears, her hand clutching the door frame tighter, scrunching it like it was styrofoam, “nine.”
you didn’t even have the time to negotiate.
you trip over yourself and quickly stand back up to run up the stairs, your breathing erratic while your eyes sweep around your surroundings for a good spot to hide.
“five.” her voice resounds from the entrance, reaching you even a floor away.
the bathtub? the closet? the kitchen pantry? the problem was that you’d exhausted all those options before.
“four.”
you rush to your room, not closing the door so its shutting “click” wouldn’t reach her ears, as you crawl under the bed. it wasn’t an extraordinary spot, but it was the furthest one in the house.
you thought of it as reverse psychology too — your other spots were often always in the first floor, all witty and well-chosen — so maybe she’d suspect this one last.
the hiding place didn’t even have to be some perfect place that fully concealed you — it just had to be good enough to stall her for three minutes.
only three.
if the timer ended before she found you, all would be forgiven. the only rule was to get through those three minutes.
but if she found you..?
you shuddered at the thought.
and additionally, she was blind, so this was a huge added advantage to you.
yes, it’d take her around two minutes to go through your usual spots on the first floor, and maybe a minute to actually go up the stairs, so by the time she’d find you, time would be up.
“one.” you heard the frame give out under her death grip, loudly crashing down on the ground.
you gulped.
“i’m coming, ready or not!”
you exhaled, trying to even out your breathing as you listened to her slow steps on the floor beneath you. yes, nothing to panic about. she wouldn’t get here in under three minutes.
drawers were being pulled. cabinets opened. fabric rustled.
“where’s my sweet baby?” she cooed, voice deceptively sweet, followed suit by a terrifying door slam that had the entire house shaking. “where’s my sweet, needy baby who wants my attention so badly? hmm?”
you swallowed, curling in on yourself, your cheek pressed against the cold tiles of your room.
“where is she? the sweet, sweet girl who thought embarrassing me was a great idea? hmm? i wonder.”
you counted down two minutes in your head, a shaky sigh escaping your lips. just one more minute to go — or less, even — and she was still on the bottom floor. you still had a chance.
“ah,” a humorless chuckle rumbled through her throat, her steps coming to a halt, “sounds like somebody’s hyperventilating upstairs. in our room, actually.”
you froze.
your heart sank down to your gut.
you heard her pace pick up, quickly going up the stairs, and you almost threw up.
you crawled further under the bed, curling into the deepest corner of it against the wall, your hands over your mouth to muffle your frantic breathing, peeking at the entry way from the gap beneath your bed.
please, please, just twenty seconds left.
“now,” you have to bite back a scream when her shoes come into view, walking into the room, “where’s my bunny? you’re muffling your breathing, hm? smart girl.”
she roughly opens the closet, feeling up the clothes.
ten seconds left. please, please, time, go faster.
“aw, shucks,” she dramatically sighs, heading back towards the door, “i guess my darling’s not here. i must have heard things.”
five seconds left.
no way, you were going to win?
you squeeze your eyes shut in hope, prayers jumbling up in your poor panicked head.
three. two.
relief started slowly setting in your bones.
“there she is,” a firm hand suddenly shot out, finding your ankle. a startled scream rips through your throat as you’re dragged out from under the bed.
“aw,” she laughs, and it’s not kind. “couldn’t muffle your heartbeat though, could you?”
your head spinned from the sheer fear, her teal eyes set on you with such terrifying accuracy you wouldn’t think her blind.
you trembled, her fingers tightening around your ankle, cutting blood flow to your foot, “t-toph, please, just listen t—”
“be quiet.” her voice brooked no disobedience. she leant down, ditching your ankle to grab a huge fistful of your hair, dragging you on the ground.
you cried out in pain, hands flying up to your scalp.
“you lost,” she threw your head against the bed, and you scrambled up to get on it properly, “and you know the rules.”
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you squirm, wrists pinned above your head so tightly you thought they’d crack, as she crawls on top of you, “mmph— toph—”
“shut up,” her free hand roughly grips your jaw, squeezing your cheeks to pry your mouth open. her thumb prods at your teeth, tugging your lip up further, before you watch her gather up a glob of spit in her mouth.
you open your mouth wider, complying as best as you can to hopefully soothe her nerves, but she decides to spit right on your eyes instead.
“whoops,” she huffs, clearly lying. “bad aim.”
you can’t even rub it off, unable to use your hands, the gross texture forcing you to keep your eyes shut.
a mean prod of her thumb at your cheek makes you wince.
“open them,” she whispers softly, smearing the saliva over your shut eyelids. you want to cry.
when she doesn’t feel your eyelids move, her nails dig into your wrists in warning, sending chills down your spine.
she hums, the threat obvious in her tone, “are you disobeying me?”
“n-no!” you quickly reply, shaking beneath her touch, “i’m.. not..” you try, slowly cracking them open, biting back a sob at the burning sting as the saliva seeps in.
she scoffs, impatient. you don’t feel her hand leave your jaw until your head whips to the side, a firm slap landing on your cheek.
you gasp, eyes blowing wide open in shock, and she grins, rubbing over there, “there. well open. much better.”
you stare at her, baffled and deeply upset. you knew she’d punish you, but you didn’t deserve a treatment this.. degrading. after all, this was her fault in the first place! she was the one who kept ignoring you, kept pushing you away when the only thing you wanted was reassurance.
“toph.” you use up all the strength you have to spit her name firmly, and that does catch her attention. bad or good, you couldn’t tell yet.
she silently gazes down at you, and you clear your throat, “l-listen, i know i.. shouldn’t have.. um, done what i did.. b-but this isn’t entirely my fault! i—i just needed you! you’ve been gone for over a week, and you didn’t even—”
“ah,” she cuts you off, thumb swiping over your bottom lip, a small smile tugging at her lips. “so you just wanted my attention, hm? just wanted me to touch you, sweet baby?”
she was actually listening to you?
you blink, a little surprised, then eagerly nod, “yes! yes, it’s all i wanted, tophie. i never meant to—”
“alright,” she interrupts you again, her voice uncharacteristically airy as her hands find your thighs, “i’ll touch you, then. if my touch is what made my poor, innocent wife pull that very bratty stunt, i’ll take responsibility.”
she slots herself between your legs, then fumbles with the belt of her uniform, and you note the hazy look in her eyes, “i’ll give it to you, baby. oh, i’ll give it to you so good. so good you’ll never want it again.”
what?
you don’t get to process her words before her belt finds your wrists, looping around them and pulling you up with it. you yelp at the stretch of your arms getting pulled, making you sit up. she ties the leather to the headboard, pinning you against it, then settles back down between your thighs.
she smiles, and it makes you break into a cold sweat. “are you ready?”
are you?
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“a—ah! toph!!” you desperately cry out, tears streaming down your face as you grind down on her palm. she stripped you down to only your panties — the one item you wanted her to take off the most — and stubbornly cupped your soaked cunt, kneading it through the damp fabric.
it was nowhere near enough stimulation, and it was driving you insane. her thumb would teasingly join in to rub over your clit, sending a hot jolt of pleasure straight to your gut, but the touch would leave just as quickly, and you’d only cry harder.
“you wanted my touch,” she sighs, condescendingly patting your aching pussy, “there you go. i’m touching you.”
it was so, so unfair. you forgot how much you missed sex with her, the pent-up frustration from this toph-less week crashing down on you, rendering you so needy for her touch, and she refused to give you more.
your hands tingled with numbness from how much you thrashed against the tight belt. these were the worst ten minutes of your life.
“please..” you pleaded, rutting up against the base of her palm for some friction, “i-i can’t do this. please, i need you to— mmph.. p-properly touch.. mm.. me..”
“no you don’t,” she argues simply, and her hand digs into your clit, earning a startled gasp of pleasure from you, “this is all you’ll get, and you will cum from it.”
you whimper, writhing, shamelessly riding her palm, “p—please! j-just your fingers— ahh..— in me, please—”
“no.” her voice is firm and unmoving, just like her hand. this time, she stops her measly kneading too, letting you do all the work.
it was so agonizing, feeling her fingers faintly graze over your clothed folds, you wanted nothing more than to just tear off your fucking panties and sink down on them, but whenever she felt you angle yourself over her fingers, she’d move her hand, only allowing you to use her stupid, useless palm.
“toph, please..” even your crying got weaker now, your voice hoarse, begging for reprieve, “i— i can’t cum like this, and you know it..”
she tuts, “that a challenge, sweet girl?”
all your words die on your tongue when her palm deliciously digs into your swollen bud again, and you arch up despite your exhaustion, mewling as you shamelessly grind down on it like an animal.
she pulls a startled yelp out of you when her fingers fiddle with your sensitive folds through the cotton of your underwear, slightly thrusting the fabric in you with each prod.
“t—toph??” you mewl, confused and aroused. was she half-fingering you with your panties still on?? what the hell was she doing?
“you will cum like this,” she states it like the weather report, her thumb skillfully toying with your puffy clit while her fingers continue doing whatever the hell they were doing.
she crawls over you, her thumb pressing more insistently as her eyes met yours.
her lips hovered over your quivering ones, an invitation you had to resist. then she smirked, her voice a low authoritative murmur, “you will cum like this.”
you’ll later come to cringe with second-hand embarrassment whenever you remember this exact moment, because you had no idea what happened.
whether it was the feral look in her eyes, or that smug smile, or the effortless authority in her voice — you don’t know which one of them had you gushing all over her hand immediately.
you don’t even process it until she laughs, disgusted and mocking, “well, you certainly didn’t keep me waiting. look at the mess you made, you slut.”
you blink dazedly, eyes drifting down to the big, wet patch you left on the sheets, your slick dripping off her hand in embarrassing quantities. she pulls away, shaking the wetness off her fingers in a bored manner, “you even ruined your pretty, pretty panties. isn’t that a shame?”
she plays with the hem of them, then sighs, “aren’t these the ones i got you as a gift last month? what a bad girl. how could you ruin my lovely, handpicked gift for you? you’re so ungrateful.”
not only did none of her words make sense to you, they barely registered into your brain, completely out of it from that hell of an orgasm. you didn’t even understand how or when you came, you just felt that blinding hot climax crash down on you, wracking your whole body, and this was the result.
“not even answering me now?” you gasp in pain, one of your peaked nipples caught between her fingers. she tuts, giving it a hard tug, “i’m so, so disappointed in you.”
you want to reply, you really do, but never in your life had you felt this mushy, only your earlier orgasm looping over and over again in your addled brain.
she suddenly stops, her eyes widening, and you can almost see the little cartoonish lamp flickering over her head at whatever idea she just got.
“righttt..” her hands find your panties again, and she pats your hips, “lift them up.”
you take a minute to understand her words, but quickly obey at the warning pinch it gets you, then she slides the sopping wet underwear off.
she chuckles, and that brings you out of your stupor. you stare at her, puzzled, when she starts toying with the ruined fabric. you flush a deep shade of red when she coats her finger with some of your slick, giving it a taste.
“good enough,” she comments before crawling back towards you. your confusion only grows the closer she gets, then she sits up, undoing the belt around your wrists.
god, the relief was incredible.
you shake your hands, curling your numb fingers to get the blood flowing again, a pleased sigh leaving your lips.
it doesn’t last long, because the second they parted open, damp, soft fabric was harshly stuffed into your mouth, the taste tangy and oddly familiar.
toph grins, and that’s when it clicks. she just gagged you with your own used panties!
“mmh—” you try to spit them out, flustered, but she scoffs, giving you a light slap on the cheek as she shoves them back in, “they’re my gift for you, slut. first, you ruin them, and now you won’t even take them back? since when did you get so bad?”
you were blushing furiously now, baffled and completely taken off-guard. she taps your temple, smiling down at you, “taste what the base of my palm alone did to you, my little whore. not even a bitch in heat would come that fast.”
and with that, she wastes no time in waiting for your reaction before grabbing your waist and flipping you over on your stomach.
her hands hook under your hips, lifting them up, and you protest uselessly against the fabric.
you were too sensitive from how much you cummed just a minute ago, so you tug the panties off your mouth to tell her that. but the instant a proper syllable slips out of your lips, an angry smack lands right on your bare backside, earning a startled yelp from you.
“who the fuck allowed you to speak?” she spat, one of her hands slipping to lower her pants enough to free her hard, flushed dick, “put them back in. i don’t want to hear anything but moans from you, you stupid slut. you hardly deserve me fucking you, so i suggest you don’t test my patience any further.”
you shamefully stuff them back into your mouth, the taste of yourself still so strong on your tongue.
she was so mean, so cruel, so inconsiderate.. and yet you couldn’t help but clench around nothing at her demeaning words.
a garbled moan is coaxed out of your lips when the fat tip of her cock glides over your drooling slit.
“does everything get you wet?” she grunts, her cock already well lubed with only your wetness, sliding deep into you with humiliating ease.
she huffs out a small laugh, “zero resistance, too.”
you writhe, mewling around the gag, desperately pushing your ass up against her. your eyes roll to the back of your head when she picks up the pace.
she leans down to nip at your ear, her hot breath hitting your sweaty nape, “you’re so fucking easy.”
the bed creaks violently under you, the sound of skin slapping and the nasty squelching of your pussy filling the room, your moans increasing in pitch by the second — you two sounded straight out of a porno.
your vision blurred with pleasure, drooling over the gag as your saliva dribbled down your chin.
you felt so disgusting, the smell of sweat and sex along with the taste of your arousal overwhelming your senses, but pure ecstasy overtook all of that, clouding your judgment and allowing yourself to enjoy the animal pounding you were getting.
you were so blissed out you didn’t even hear her pick up your phone, using the speech feature to make the device start a call for her.
you only realized it when she nudged your warm cheek with the cold frame, jolting you into attention.
you lifted your hand to take it, confused as to why she would want you to check your phone right now of all moments, but when you take a look at the screen and see the “boss” text on it, along with the call being ten seconds in already, your heart flipped over itself in panic.
you shakily bring the phone to your ear, removing the panties from your mouth, “y-yes? boss?”
her furious thrusts didn’t stop, and your boss’ awkward reply only made you want to shoot yourself immediately.
“i.. see this isn’t a good time? so what’s with this unprofessional behavior, miss?”
please, a gun to your head right now.
“b-boss,” you briefly cover the mic to let out a high pitched moan when her cock finds your g-spot, then bring it back to your lips again, “i-i’m very sorry, please forgive me, i.. i don’t know how the call went through. i suppose i didn’t pay attention. ah, d-don’t mind the sounds, please. i-i’m just.. renovating my room?”
out of all excuses, seriously?
“that’s.. great,” the reply is very unconvinced, but he really didn’t want to engage this conversation any longer. he sighs, rubbing the crease between his brows, “may i ask you to come to my office early tomorrow morning? to discuss this.. unprompted call further? you can go back to.. renovating you room now.”
yes, this sealed it. tonight, you were going to off yourself.
“y-yes boss.. i’ll— mmph.. talk to you tomorrow..”
you hang up immediately, tossing the phone away as you bury your face in the sheets. this was the one boss who actually liked you and consistently promoted you, admiring your seriousness and dedication— and now, there you were. having to explain to him why your ass was getting busted while you renovated your room.
“that was so funny, right?” she chuckles, pulling out to brutally slam back into you, making you cry out. “just wanted you to know what it felt like. wasn’t that just hilaaaarious, baby?”
“i-i get it..” you grumble against the sheets, flushed with humiliation, mulling over what the fuck you were going to say tomorrow.
“you can worry about that later,” she angles your hips up better, striking your spongy spot with toe-curling precision, “for now, focus on cumming all over my cock.”
seriously? did she just expect you to forget about—
“augh!” you scream, eyes blowing wide open, her hand slipping between your legs to rub fast circles on your swollen clit, causing your walls to clench around her twitching cock.
she moans at the sensation, somehow fucking into you even harder, “fuck! fuck, you’re so good— so fucking gooood.”
and with that, thick, hot bursts of cum paint your insides white, making you in turn sob as you come all over her, your sensitive walls milking her dry.
“shit,” she presses a harsh kiss to your neck before sitting up straight, her hand feeling the wet mess of your cunt, dripping with your slick and her own cum. she scoops some up with her fingers, taking them to your trembling mouth, and your lips weakly close on them, too exhausted to even suck properly.
“mhh,” she pulls them away after you’ve licked them clean, slowly pulling out. she caresses your ass, her touch gentle for the first time since this whole ordeal started, “good girl.”
she lets go of your hips, and you plop down like a rag against the sheets, completely knocked out.
she smiles and lays down next to you, propped up on her side, running her fingers through your sweaty hair, “good job, baby. you were so good for me. don’t sleep now, though, you still need a shower. you made a big mess, remember?”
you mumble sleepily, eyes fluttering shut as the intensity of your two orgasms catches up to you.
she chuckles, pressing a sweet kiss to your squished cheek, like she didn’t just fuck the living daylights out of you. “i suppose i’ll carry you then. since you made me come home early anyway, time for a nice, warm bath with toph.”
that is the last thing you hear before sleep overtakes you, snoring against her arms as she pulls you closer.
she sighs, burying your head against her chest, “you’re so stinky.”
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* i’m TERRIBLY attracted to mean toph and i will never stop writing her i fear.. anddd yes consent is implied thank you
it was tough to decide between follower!toph & collaborator!toph so yk what? i did a bit of both!!!! mostly collaborator!toph because yeahhh….
toph who, given her competence in writing because of what she was taught (toph who learned how to type with a keyboard when she was little; unrealistic but please hear me out *_*), can manage to use a laptop almost completely fine, recognizing most sites from their sounds and whatnot.
follower!toph, who subscribed to your account out of pure curiosity. just scrolling through profiles and videos with a painful erection in between her thighs that she has to relieve, somehow. every girl audibly uses the same dynamic for every tape; until, through a random snap, she comes across a particular video. though she can’t see it, the predicament is pretty obvious; your bare body’s splattered in front of the camera with hair dangling down to your shoulders as you frantically grind against your pillow. your knuckles progressively turn white from the strength you hold in gripping at the case, your hips slide back and forth & your back is contorted in a small, beautiful arch. moans spill from your mouth as they echo through the room from toph’s laptop, and one thing she struggles to ignore is the sound of the sheets rustling.
toph, who starts taking advent in your livestreams, just to listen to that recognizable, soothing voice of yours :)). it is that + the wet sounds your cunt emits every single time that truly gets her going. just from these qualities, she can sense that you’re beautiful. toph who gets rock hard particularly from the tone you decide to use; your voice seems accommodating, nurturing & willing to please whichever viewer comes to visit your page.
toph, who decides to interact with you by now. she aims to catch your attention, which she wholeheartedly doubts is bound to happen……until, during a particularly heated livestream, she manages to exceed her expectations: you’re there, making room to your followers to reunite and come to watch. chatting a bit at the beginning just smooths the atmosphere, which is exactly what you want to transmit through your kindness.
sticking around with benevolence, toph edges herself 'till the end of her pleads; her hand lazily strokes upwards to the tip, fisting the head as the other goes to type: “you're so beautiful.” surely it’s just a seduction technique for you to think that she actually sees whatever’s in front of her.
“aww, thank you—” your brows furrow as your look fixates on the avatar’s name, “toph!” her heart feels like it’s going to stop. fuck, she never thought that you would actually greet her in one of your livestreams but oh well!!!
now, collaborator!toph because she deserves all the hype!!!
toph who isn’t even aware of this activity of yours, at first. maybe it slips during a normal conversation, initiating by saying something similar to “yeah, i should just keep doing porn.” she expects it to be a joke, oh but it isn’t. even with her lack of clear eye-sight, her milky eyes widen in utter shock straight to your face. though, after the initial reaction has passed, toph gets more curious about your job and makes questions, and questions, and questions, and questions…..it gets to a point where you might sense she’d like to even collaborate, whenever she’s free.
toph who, just for the fun of it (and from what she’s heard about these activities), engages such a strong willingness in helping you out with your business!! plus, you could really use an assistant, and if that assistant is toph herself….let it be!
toph, whose first video with you starts with her laid back on your bed. she seriously doesn’t know where to look, not only because she truly doesn’t know where the camera is, but as well because she’s a novice at this and she’s soo flustered!! toph, whose muscles twitch beneath the cold air as you softly trail her abs/biceps…you do look at the camera as you do so, actually, you switch between the camera & her lost expression. “see?” you question to your viewers, gently chuckling as she lifts herself up on her elbows. then your gaze falls back on her, “loove these muscles babe…”
jerking toph off in front of the camera for all the watchers to see how intimate you guys are with each other. it would be expected from you to dissolve the attention from her to focus on your followers’ well-being; yet, surprisingly, you manage to keep her in within your hold, not forgetting about her pleasure for one second. pumping her cock in fast, rushed strokes as her hips rut towards your hand. maybe even lowering your head to tease her balls with your tongue….maybe maybe, deep-throating her cock fully as she outright moans, like she forgot that this is being recorded!!
as things go on, toph grows more confident and decides to propose you ideas and prospects. instead of having you do all the work, she’d like to take charge ;).
toph who eats you out like a starved woman, letting her own moans slip out as she devours your cunt. she gets messy with it, slick mingling onto her lips as your hips hump her face voraciously. you’re so loud, christ. if only she could keep doing this forever, just to hear you mewl stuff such as “fuuck!! y’make me so wet baby….” because she is that good. sitting on toph’s face, just so your pussy is completely attached to her mouth & your juices flow straight to where she wants. toph wrapping her lips on your sensitive clit, having you whine harder overtime. toph gripping at your thighs harshly….toph, whose hands slide to soothe your back and, consequently, turn over your cup your breasts, twisting your nipples. toph eating you out from behind….? toph slurping at your juices while she slaps your ass, feeling as your flesh gets warmer….,?
toph who loves to tie you up with some metal restraints she’s forged with her bending, because how could i forget this??? and mostly, how could she ever forget that, despite the whole of this, she’s still the greatest earth-bender in the world?? toph pressuring a bullet vibrator to your clit, having you squirm under her mercy. she switches between speeds and her hand draws circles with it. toph easing a dildo in you….? let me elaborate: toph who rummaged in your drawer to find out how many toys you own, and along the vibrator she found a pink dildo that you’ve been keeping hidden for the right time to come. though eventually, now that she’s aware, she’ll bring it up more than you initially thought she would. she brushes the toy further within your wall as your cunt flutters around the silicone. your moans grow louder in volume and judging from the way toph’s thrusts become less eased and more sporadic, you’re definitely enjoying it. “s-so deep….fuckfuckfuck!” you whine, shamelessly. “mh, you like it?”
or, alternatively, fucking toph with a dildo?? giving toph the nastiest back shots she’s ever witnessed…? hear me out!!! her pretty ass bent for the camera as the tip of the toy comes in touch with her hole. feeling as it teases her prostate, her whole face buries into the pillow. toph fucking herself on the dildo, pressuring the weight of her hips onto it over & over again…shittt.
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that toph is so needy to be inside you, like she wants to be deep inside youu hehe
‧₊˚﹙♥︎﹚toph + reader !! <33 ‧₊˚.
❤︎ ׅ ۫ warnings ! afab!reader. gp!toph. handjob. dry humping. porn link that isn’t necessary to watch. p in v. unprotected sex ⤿ wrap b4 you tap!!!
◌ ⃘ 𓈒 well , enjoy!
gp!toph who’s so whiny even before she gets to be inside you <333. her cock is so flushed & red you see/feel it pulsate under your touch while you stroke her. toph who loves intimate, morning sex for the familiarity of listening to your sultry raspy voice, which only increases the pain of her morning wood. “mh— doing so good f’me toph…” you mumble while you’re still sleepy, and she can only adore.
even before: dry humping with toph, which eventually leads to not be that ‘dry’ anymore, considering how damp both your lower parts get. toph instinctively ruins her underwear from the way the underline of your cunt (or in between your ass cheeks, yk…..based on this p!link) rubs against her through your panties, pre cum leaks onto her boxers as your grinding frantically happens. small breaths and moans come from toph’s mouth as her hips meet yours, her desire to fill you up is too big for the love of god. “mfgh— baby,” she whimpers, “need to feel you, need to be inside you…...agh! cmon.”
finally freeing toph’s hard cock & settling your hand at the base to align the tip to your entrance. as soon as that ring of tightness surpasses her shaft, she’s done for. “shit, that grip….” she pants. you come closer to her ear, “you like it?” you say with a seductive tone, sinking slowly onto her dick and still somehow managing to keep control (though you’re having a hard time doing it). “ ‘course i do,” she rasps, “you’re always so fucking tight….” toph who bounces you on her lap & attempts to fuck her cock deeper in you, if possible. the sound of your ass cheeks slapping against her thighs is inciting her go faster, so you won’t slip away even by mistake.
how about…..and stay with me here……car sex with toph after a long day ^_^. she gets so pouty after a day in which her touch was constantly denied, since you were in public. technically & practically, hooking up in your car still counts in being in public, but you’ve chosen the place where your car is parked in accurately, so you’re isolated from people’s perception. and you’re not entirely off base when you expect toph to love it, because you actually nail it!!!! for toph, any place is on the go as long as she receives her reward at the end of the day.
toph who beckons you over to the backseat and pulls you by your hips, having you grind against her clothed, already hard cock (again: dry-not-so-dry humping!!) while her mouth is attached to your neck. “so needy…” you murmur, mostly to yourself. toph can truly be a horn-dog whenever she feels like it.
jerking toph off and edging her before giving her what she wants <33. even in that damn car, publicly disconnected from reality, you can’t help but have fun in watching her hips writhing as you deny her pleasure, in the meantime that your hand pumps her cock increasingly faster. spurts of pre cum escape from the tip as your mouth leans to her collarbones, having her head throwing back violently. “oh god—” she outright gasps, “shit just let me fuckin’ feel you….” you softly chuckle, seeming in the mood to tease her. “what does that mean, tophy?” she scoffs, defeated and twitching in your hand because you know damn well what she means. “oh come on…..don’t be a fucking saint.” the only coping mechanism coming to her mind at the moment is to swear under her breath.
or also thinking…..toph rubbing her cock through your puffy folds which are already coated in your wetness, let alone with the sheer of pre her cock emits. every vein pulses as her hips slide back and forth, so the underside of her dick comes in touch with your clitoral hood every once in a while. toph fights her inner demons to not push further and eventually penetrate you. she knows she has to be patient but it’s truly regrettable to make deals with you!!! (on this note: toph cumming prematurely!!).
toph who gets clingy once she’s finally fucking finally inside you. your waist sinks onto her dick with no rush, toph attempts to choke a moan as you do so. “mmh.” you whine, absorbing within the moment as toph can only stare. her dick wholeheartedly feels your warmth, something she’s been desiring for the whole day. her length fully settles in your hole and you decide to move, lifting your hips up and going down every once in while. toph feels overwhelmed already, the sensation she’s searched throughout the day finally came to her as a gift. “f-feels so good….a-ahh!” she whimpers loudly, palms finding your hips as you grind faster overtime.
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Lin beifong wifey headcannons???? (I bet she's the type to always give flowers for your anniversaries or slowdance you in the moonlight)
THANK YOU 💕🐢
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˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ Wifey!Lin who never forgets an important day in your relationship. Your anniversary? Marked in her calendar. Birthday? Marked. The day AND TIME you to begun to date? Marked.
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ Wifey!Lin who gives you a bouquet of your favorite flowers every anniversary. She’ll get a reservation to a fancy restaurant you’ve been wanting to try — or if you want an at home date she’ll buy ingredients and cook you both something paired with a fancy wine.
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ Wifey!Lin who loves to slow dance with you at midnight. Regardless if music is on or not, she’ll wrap her arms around your waist tightly, forehead against forehead. Sometimes words would be exchanged. Sometimes it would be kisses. Or, sometimes nothing at all — just being close was enough.
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ Wifey!Lin who will buy you your favorite things when you’re having a bad day. She’ll hug you tightly and whisper reassuring sweet nothings —albeit a bit awkwardly.. cause it’s Lin. But it’s the thought that really counts, and she hates seeing you upset.
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ Wifey!Lin who secretly loves when you either pack or bring her lunch. She can’t always guarantee she will be able to eat given how many things she has to take care of given her job as Chief Police, but she knows how lucky she is when you bring her something and check in on her during lunch.
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ Wifey!Lin who is still very much a workaholic, but tries to take breaks for you since she’s been married to you.
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ Wifey!Lin who likes to go to the markets with you and getting groceries. She’ll usually carry the heavier items, as well as giving you dinner ideas, but if one of her arms aren’t holding food it’ll be around your waist.
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ Wifey!Lin who listens to your tired rambling before going to bed. Do you know what you’re talking about? No. Does she know? No. But your ramblings are cute so she really doesn’t mind.
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ Wifey!Lin who relaxes instantly when you massage her — specifically her shoulders, back, and arms.
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ Wifey!Lin who definitely has a sore back and can only sleep/relax in few positions without getting uncomfortable.
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ Wifey!Lin who learned how to make coffee properly for you so you don’t have to spend so much money at cafés. She’s very skilled at it now and most mornings you like to watch her.
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𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who remembers the exact day she met you, the clothes you were wearing, and the strange twist in her stomach when you smiled at her for the first time.
𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who loves spending time with you beyond the sex, who genuinely enjoys your presence.
𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who prefers giving you cash even though transfers are faster; you notice the way her eyes darken whenever she sees you on her bed, in your underwear or with nothing on at all, counting her money that’s yours now.
𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who never takes anything as a joke, especially when it comes to you.
One night, joking around, you posted something on your insta story saying you needed 500 dollars to buy ice cream.
Not even ten minutes passed before she called you.
“Were you sleeping, darling?” Her voice sounds soft over the phone, her posh accent thicker, maybe from exhaustion.
“I was about to,” you answer with a small smile.
“Would you mind coming over to my house?” she asks, and you know that even though she’s asking, she expects you to say yes. “To give me a goodnight kiss.”
Even when you tell her it’s too late to be out on the street, she says her driver was already on the way to your house.
Caitlyn wanted a goodnight kiss, yes. But after you give it to her, you notice that wicked shine in her eyes. “There’s a gift for you on the nightstand.” And it’s a stack of hundreds waiting for you. “For your ‘ice cream.’”
You let out a little laugh. “I was joking, you know?”
She shrugs. “Doesn’t matter.”
𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who keeps track of you every second of the day. Even though she says your relationship is just transactional, she can’t stop thinking about you. Flooding you with messages like “good morning, darling. i’ll pick you up in an hour, i want to see you before work.” “have you eaten yet?” “how’s your day going?”
𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who eats your pussy like it’s her last meal. She loves pleasing you and takes her sweet time doing it.
Your legs are thrown over her shoulders while she gives you a “massage.” Well, that’s how it started, but her lips accidentally found your clit. Caitlyn always starts soft, little kisses against your mound. “you’re the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen, darling,” slips from her lips while her first lick is slow, gentle, just to watch your reaction. “and you taste delicious too.”
The funny thing is you both moan, Caitlyn louder than you. “better than any meal i’ve ever had.”
She can spend forever teasing you, keeping you right on the edge. She smiles when your hands tug at her hair without measuring your strength, she doesn’t care, she loves it.
“Do you want to cum in my mouth, princess? But it’s so hard to let you go, you look so pretty needy.”
At this point she’s basically talking to herself because the only things leaving your lips are whines and moans that make her even wetter.
𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who shows you off and takes care of you like you’re a jewel, precious, because you are, you’re HER precious girl. She has you as her lock screen, a picture of the two of you at the beach on her computer, and if anyone asks, she smiles. “that’s my girl.” And even though it’s unnecessary, she always puts emphasis on the “my.”
𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who gives you an extension of her credit card because she “trusts you,” when really she doesn’t care how much you spend or what you spend it on. But if it’s clothes, you have to model every single outfit for her and she enjoys it like it’s a real show.
She’s sitting on the couch in her house, a glass of whiskey in her hands. She takes a slow sip while looking at you like she wants to devour you.
“Give me a little turn, darling,” Caitlyn demands, fingers motioning in the direction she wants you to spin. “That’s it, just like that.” You can hear the desire in her voice, the satisfaction of knowing you’re doing this only for her.
𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who loves trying new things with you and never imagined she’d enjoy watching you suck her strap this much. But there’s something so erotic about it, the way you look at her while doing it, how your eyes never leave hers for even a second, not even when she grabs more of your hair, pushing her hips upward, smirking whenever you choke even a little.
𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who rarely lets you top, but when she’s exhausted or especially needy, she gives herself to you without hesitation. She’s vocal, way more than you expected, and ridiculously sensitive, always asking to be cuddled afterward.
𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who’s always cold, but some nights, when work overwhelms her or she misses her mother, she calls you without thinking.
“I need you, darling,” is all she says, and you know exactly what’s wrong.
Those nights, she lies beside you, just looking at you at first, stroking your hair, kissing your face. Even though she’s the one who needs comfort, what really gives it to her is the warmth of your body.
“You’re an angel,” she murmurs shyly, hiding her face in your neck, hugging you timidly. “Just stay like this with me all night. Please.”
warnings: 18+ dark mature content, sensitive topics!! , sexual assault attempt, slight gore warning?, angsty, knight!toph, sensitive fem!reader, eventual fluff.
summary: as promised, you decide to give your newly assigned knight a chance. well, you mostly try to get on his nerves to have “him” back out and leave you... but life works in mysterious ways.
!!! author’s note: PLEASE read the warnings! a biiit darker than my usual writing, but i want to test the waters.. also this is +4k words, so i hope you’ll enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it!
part 1 here.
⤷ art creds: sleemonkv on X! // toph masterlist
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you restlessly wandered around the castle that entire day. you usually spent your time in the sweet confines of your room, entertaining yourself with needlework or piano practice, but since you had a knight on your heels today — and a very annoying one at that — you decided to tire him out yourself, refusing to linger too long in one place.
what kind of knight would be happy about having to follow a spoiled princess all day through the most mundane of tasks? maybe if you kept this up, he’d back out himself, and your father would have nothing left to say, no more options to offer you. you snickered to yourself at how genius this plan was.
that is, until you’re the one who gets tired first. you’d been waiting for a reaction, a quip, a question— anything! anything so you could scold him for talking back to you or kicking him out.. but he simply stood up whenever you did, kept watch whenever you sat, all while keeping the safe distance you requested without a word.
this pissed you off. why was he giving you nothing to complain about?
“princess,” that low, smug voice pitched up again, “you seem out of breath. may i suggest a break?”
you scoff, getting up once more, wiping at the forming sweat on your forehead, “silence. i have no idea what you’re talking about. i want to walk more; i want to run, actually. is there a problem?”
a muffled chuckle slipped through the cracks of his armor, “none at all. lead the way, your highness.”
you mumbled a curse under your breath, picking up the pace as you raced through the corridor, casting furtive glances at him behind you. ugh, was he not the least bit inconvenienced? he had to be. you wished he didn’t wear that huge helmet covering his entire face, so you could at least see if there was any hint of irritation in his features. why were even his eyes hidden? you’d never seen a knight covering their eyes. his main purpose was to serve and fight, so how do you do that without your sight?
after some more laps up and around the castle, you stop at the back garden, panting heavily as you lean your weight against a wall, watching the sun set in a pool of pink and orange.
“.. are you sure you’re fine, princess?” the question is so rhetorical, so cocky, you feel more heat flood your cheeks along with the flush of all that running.
you pointedly glare at him, chest heaving with exhaustion, “ask me that one more time, and i will have your head.”
“so hot-tempered,” toph sighs, shaking his head, “no wonder you need a knight, princess. you wouldn’t last a day on the battlefield with such a short fuse.”
now that hit a nerve. a particularly sensitive one at that. you absolutely fucking hated when a man commented about your strength so matter-of-factly, when he had no way to know that through a simple exchange with you. seriously, he would’ve never said that if you weren’t a woman!
“listen here, you little shit.” the informal term slips out, too angry to think it over, as you quickly step over to where he stood. if metal wasn’t covering his whole fucking face, you would’ve given him the slap of the century. you settled on giving him a rough shove to the chest, though he only budged a bit, “don’t get too arrogant around me, you fool. you men are all the same! all pigs, overly confident and entitled, thinking the only show of strength is brute forcing your way through ranks of enemies— ah ah!”
you cut him off when you hear the hint of a confused protest about to leave his lips, shoving him again, “no! silence from you! i will not take any more of your disrespect, much less your sexist bullshit. father might like you, but i don’t, and i never will. i will be sending you off tomorrow and i hope to never see your face again— well, not like i can see it anyway! why are you even wearing that!? your gear’s ridiculous, i have never seen anybody as pretentious as you! you think you’re so—”
“hey!” his voice rises over yours, and as offended as that gets you, the assertiveness of it makes you falter for a second. he seizes that brief moment to interject, “you’re spiraling, your highness. you don’t even know what you’re saying anymore. the thing is—”
“s-shut up!” you spit out, even angrier at his dismissal. he was just your fucking average male! acting so superior over you, like he was the voice of reason while you were just some hotheaded little girl, like he had you all figured out already! tears pricked at your eyes from the rage bubbling up inside you, but you refused to show weakness in such a crucial moment.
“you will regret this, i swear to you!” you give him a final shove, this time with both hands to make him fall a step back, then break into a run.
“don’t follow me!” you bark, even though you knew that order wasn’t going to be followed. you bunched up your dress over your knees, running out the back gate, ignoring his attempts at calling you back.
you disappear into the neighboring woods, deciding to use the trees to lose him. you ran until the clanking of his armor faded into the background, before taking cover under a leafy tree’s shade. you curled up on yourself, back against the bark, hugging your knees to your chest. you often sulked in this forest after an argument with your father, hiding from him until you cried it all out, and this occasion felt fitting too.
you felt a little ashamed for being so upset over such an irrelevant person, who didn’t deserve your tears in the slightest, but hits to your womanhood like these never failed to make you cry. maybe you overreacted, maybe you were too sensitive, but so what? it didn’t matter right now. you rested your face on your knees, a small hiccup leaving your throat. then a whimper, then a garbled sound, then you were sobbing, muffled by the heavy fabric of your dress.
minutes trickled by, and the sky darkened into more purple hues, nightfall close. you rubbed your eyes thoroughly, glancing around at your surroundings. ugh, maybe you went in deeper into the forest than you usually did. it’d be better to get a move on before everything goes dark.
but the second you shifted on the ground, your ears picked up on the sound of leaves crunching. the sound grew clearer and closer, heavy footsteps approaching you. you curled up on yourself again, pressing your back flush against the bark of the tree as you frantically wiped at your puffy eyes.
they came to a halt right behind you. you swallowed, huffing to try and conceal your hoarse voice, “leave me alone, toph. i’m not going back to the castle with you.”
“is that so?”
“very much s— huh?” you didn’t recognize that voice.
your blood ran cold immediately, quickly jumping out of your place to face them.
“a lost princess in the wild,” the silhouette approached you, a pleasantly surprised expression on their face. “i can hardly believe it. does your daddy know you’re here?”
when the man leaned down, sizing you up with his gaze, you felt terror seize your limbs. there was no way this was happening. you always came here and left safe and sound. spirits, just how deep into the woods did you go?
you crawled back, eyes blown wide in bewilderment. “d-don’t you dare come close to me. i’ll have you publicly executed.”
“i won’t hurt you, i promise,” he knelt by your side, an unsettling smile on his lips as his gaze sweeps over the outlines of your body, his hand sliding up your shin. a dreadful, dreadful shiver went up your spine. you immediately flipped over to quickly crawl away from his grasp, when a calloused hand drags you back to him by the ankle. the realization sets in, and you let out a shrill scream.
“shh.. don’t be so loud. i said i won’t hurt you,” the man tutted, grabbing both your legs to pull you closer to him, your dress riding up.
this wasn’t happening. this wasn’t happening. you’d heard the awful stories, but never in your life did you think someone as protected as you would ever have to worry about this. your vision got blurry from the tears welling up, jaw hung open in shock, lips quivering, completely paralyzed. you couldn’t move at all.
“d-don’t—” you pathetically stammered, tears streaming down your face, uselessly squirming as his touch travelled higher and higher. “please—”
you don’t understand what happens the following minute.
one second, you were helplessly watching his hungry smile, hands slowly pushing your legs open; the next second, you swore you saw his head fly off for a millisecond, but before you could even process if that was true or just wishful thinking, a thick burst of blood hit you right in the face, splattering all over your eyes.
that confirmed your doubts, and it took you over five seconds to remember how to breathe.
you wiped your eyes with the back of your hand, slowly cracking them open. oh god. between your legs was now a decapitated man, blood gushing out in small fountains from where his head once rested. the sight broke you out of your stupor, adrenaline rushing back through your veins, and you screamed, kicking the body off you as you shakily sat up, utterly confused and terrified.
you only managed to rip your gaze off the gorey scene before you when the sound of a blade slicing through the air reached your ears.
you looked up to the source of the sound by your side, a big, armored figure looming over you. even though you recognized that familiar gear very well, your mind couldn’t fathom the fact that the intimidating person before you — droplets of blood trickling down the tip of their sword — was the very toph beifong you hung out with only some time ago.
he seemed so different, so out of reach. so unlike the annoying guard you knew.
his head turned to face your way, and you gasped, a new wave of fear rolling off your bones.
he stared at you for so long you half thought he was going to kill you too, until the blade suddenly dropped to the ground with a soft clink. you swallow, unable to look away, scared of his next move. this was all your fault— you ran off like a little child, almost getting yourself into your worst nightmare, and you made him kill. you made him kill.
he took a step closer to you, and you crawled back too, elbows digging into the dirt, lip trembling.
he stops in front of you, and your heart feels like it’s about to break out of your ribcage and fling itself off to the next planet. you flinch when his hands move, but they only land on his helmet.
you blink.
you watch it slowly slide off his head, a lump forming in your throat.
your breath audibly hitches, eyes blowing wide open.
long, black hair unrolls in thick curls and cascades down his back like a river of night, the rising moon gently highlighting his features. your sight adjusts to the setting darkness, analyzing his face — pretty lips tugged into a serious frown, a delicate nose slightly scrunched up in irritation, milky eyes glaring down at you — then a startled gasp slips out of your lips.
toph beifong was no “he”.
“about what you said earlier,” her voice makes you jump, the tone so low and serious and obviously female without the distortion of the armor, “here are your two answers. one, i’m not a man.”
“and two,” she leans down to your height, looking at some place a bit over your shoulder. “i don’t cover my eyes because i’m pretentious. i’m blind.”
you could only stare at her, mouth wide open but no sound coming out of it, too overwhelmed.
so much was happening all at once, you didn’t even get over your shock of being attacked by a man in the woods, and now you were trying to process that he was dead, bleeding out next to you, and you were saved by your knight. your valiant knight who turned out to be a blind woman.
“nevermind that,” she interrupts your train of thought, hands finding your shoulders, a deeply upset and frustrated expression on her face, “was i too late? are you okay? did that trash touch you? where?”
“i..” you trail off, lost for words. there was so much to be said, so much to process, so much to understand.. but when she soothingly rubs your back, all goes out the window and you break into a sob again.
funny how the very reason you even landed yourself in this situation was to avoid crying in front of her — or him, you thought then — and there you were now, bawling into the crook of her neck, armored arms holding you tight as she cradled the back of your head.
“he’s gone,” she whispers in your ear, running her metal-clad fingers through your hair, “he’s gone. for good.”
you were too far in to stop now, clinging to her tighter as you sobbed your heart out, fingers failing to curl around the metal of her gear. you could only cry in her arms for a while, even as the sky turned a charcoal black, both of you only illuminated by soft wisps of moonlight.
“i-i’m sorry,” are the first words you mumble, wiping your snot as you lift your head from her neck. you look up at her, and she only sighs, rubbing your scalp, “we’ll talk about this later. just hold onto me for now.”
her touch leaves you soon after, and you almost whimper at the loss, but when she stands up, you’re instantly picked up again, cradled in her arms.
the moon’s glow hits her right in the face at this angle, and you can only stare in awe, her long black hair blowing with the wind, sightless eyes sternly set forward, the femininity of her features warring with the image you had set of her.
“hold on tight,” she orders, and your arms loop around her neck immediately. you feel her foot repeatedly swipe over the ground, confusing you, until she feels the path of footsteps she left coming here. she begins walking, and your gaze drifts to the severed body over her shoulder.
you swallow, hesitant. “t-toph? are we just going to leave h—”
“the king will see to it.” her words are short and curt, spoken with such authority, worthy of a royal. you nod weakly, choosing not to push the matter any further.
“his majesty will agree with me,” she adds, tone lighter when she feels the tension in your muscles, “don’t worry, your highness. that scumbag does not deserve to live.”
you stay quiet for a little while, the clanking of her steps filling the background while you process your emotions.
“i..” you start, arms tightening around her neck as you chew on your bottom lip. “t-this never happened to me before. i.. i was so scared.”
“i know,” she says it so softly you almost want to cry again, “i know.”
you continue, voice breaking a little, “i.. i just never thought this would happen to me. and even if it did, i didn’t think i’d be so.. weak. i didn’t even put up a fight. i couldn’t move at all, my limbs felt so heavy, everything moved so slowly. maybe you were right, i’m not as strong as i think i—”
“hey.” she cuts you off, stopping in her tracks to look down at you. “don’t you dare say that. i didn’t mean what i said earlier that way, i’m sorry, i did not realize my poor wording. you’re not weak for not fighting back. you just froze, and that’s not your fault. you can’t predict how your body will react in surprise situations like these. you survived this, and that alone is proof of your strength. this was traumatic, so cut yourself some slack.”
for someone who pridefully refused to cry in front of other people, you managed to do the opposite of that over and over again this night.
she silently let you soak her neck, carrying you back home, mercifully not prodding further or showing you condescending pity. by the time you emerge out of the woods, you’d basically shed over a month’s worth of tears.
“w-wait, don’t go into the castle yet,” you try and rub off the evidence of your crying, and she patiently waits, feet anchored in the ground as she holds you.
her legs must be cramping from how long you had her stay still, and yet she did not complain. you gazed up at her, taking in her steely features, not a hint of discomfort in them.
you let out a shaky sigh, tapping her arm, “thank you, you can put me down now.”
“i’d rather not,” that makes you do a double take, looking back up at her, puzzled. she nods, “if you’ll let me, my mind will be more at ease if i take you to your chambers myself.”
you blinked, a blush creeping up your face at how she said that with a straight face. a knight personally taking you to your room?? how scandalous.. but now that you mulled it over, that was mainly under the assumption that all knights were male. you looked away, cheeks a little flushed, “i-i suppose i can allow that.”
she was a woman, so it was fine, right? the thought reassured you, but you didn’t know why it still had your heart racing.
you shamefully hide your face back into the crook of her neck, gasps and whispers filling the hallways as you pass them by. toph — whose face was only seen once in a blue moon — had ditched her helmet out in the woods, therefore many conspirational rumors started forming, some more ridiculous than the last. especially seeing you be carried as sweet as a doll, so unlike the fiery princess who adamantly refused help every time.
toph does not stop or pay them any mind, heading straight to your room. her stride is brisk and confident, and it now puzzles you further since you found out she was blind. how was she so good at it?
shifting your weight into one of her arms, she opens your doors with her now free hand, walking into your opulent chambers.
“where’s your bed, princess?” the innocent question makes your heart skip a beat, cheeks flushing deeper as you tried pushing your weird thoughts away. “j-just walk straight, then slightly to the right.”
the plush mattress sinks slightly under your weight, her arms finally detaching from you. you look up at her, uncharacteristically flustered. she then kneels between your legs in front of you, expression serious but gentle, “how are you feeling?”
you swallow, nodding, “good.. thank you.”
there was so much to thank her for, really. and you didn’t know where to begin.
you felt so embarrassed; not only did you throw completely off the mark insults at her, you gave her extra trouble by escaping so far into the woods — the fact that she found you even though blind baffled you — then having her slice off a man’s head, then carrying you all the way back home, all while offering you incredible reassurance and support through it all.. yeah, so much to thank her for. you really fucked up big time.
you take a deep breath, “um.. i’m s—”
“i’m sorry,” she interrupts you, tone airier than before, earning a quizzical “huh” from you. she gives you a small knowing smile, almost smug, “please forgive me princess, it seems i’ve broken all your rules. i followed you, didn’t stay five feet away from you — hell, i even had the audacity to barge into your room. i’ve truly gone and done it, haven’t i?”
confused was too small a word to describe how totally lost you were. what was she doing? what the hell was she talking about?
she feels around for your hand, then brings it to her lips to press a tender kiss there. “forgive me for being such a bad knight, your highness. i really, really hope you give me a second chance. i’ll prove myself better to you, so please keep me as your knight.”
your face scrunched in confusion, her words making no sense at all. after several seconds, it finally clicked.
she didn’t want you to feel like you were indebted to her. she didn’t want your confidence to be knocked down a peg as gratitude, or having you think she was pitying you. because in that change of your behavior, today’s events would be reinforced into your mind, and you would remember them in your every interaction with her.
she wanted to pretend this occurence never happened.
she had just killed for you, and she didn’t want to use that as leverage? she could have you — the kingdom’s princess — putty in her hands, reminding you of this deed if you ever gave her a hard time.. but she chose not to? she deliberately doesn’t want your gratitude?
“i..” you frown; you at least wanted to apologize once. “but i am sor—”
“oh, your highness!” she dramatically interrupts you, nuzzling your hand like an overjoyed puppy, “you’re too kind! really, what do you have to apologize for? you truly are the greatest. you’re so—”
“stop it!” you cringed, flushing red with embarrassment, “i just want to say sor—”
“ahhhhh!” she cuts you off again, grabbing your hand with both of hers now, “you’re too nice! too nice, your highness!” she’s practically screaming now, humiliating you further with the exaggerated show of devotion as she rubs her face against your palm.
“alright, alright! enough of this!” you whine in defeat, red as a tomato, prying your hand off her grasp.
she chuckles, ceasing her theatrics, and gives your leg a light tap, “good girl.”
you huff, silently watching her for a while, a million emotions coursing through you. but really, you were very grateful for this. she just witnessed you at your weakest, and didn’t use it against you — and for that, she earned your highest respect.
never in your life had you cried in front of someone, always putting up a mean rock-hard front, keeping your feelings to yourself— and if you eventually had to cry in someone’s arms, you were glad it was her.
it felt like a huge blow to your pride, so you were glad she genuinely did not intend to give you a hard time about it.
she rests her cheek on your knee, a smirk tugging at her lips, “so? do you forgive me, pretty princess?”
“p-pretty princess?” you stammer, flustered, then scoff, “you can’t even see me. how would you know i’m pretty?”
“oh, i just know you are.” she nods solemnly, “i can sense it.”
you raise your brow, a little curious, “you can sense beauty?”
she laughs, grinning up at you, “no. how would that even work? are you that gullible?”
you groan, blushing harder, and nudge her off your knee, “leave!”
your heart felt so much lighter now. you never thought you’d be grateful for how obnoxious and annoying she was, but this banter brought back an air of normalcy, slowly soothing you into forgetting all the earlier events.
she finally stands up, brushing some of her hair off her face, “though, i am wounded, princess. you thought i was a man this whole time?”
“ah..” you look away, abashed, “i-i didn’t—”
she sighs loudly, throwing her head back, “for someone who took that much offense in my apparent ‘sexism’, you surely played right into it.”
if you weren’t red enough, now you definitely were. steaming, even.
“t-that’s not the same! i just thought—”
“that’s what they all sayyy..” she drags the word, wiping her imaginary tears, “of course, a knight is always a man. never a woman, stupid weak women.”
“stop ittt!” you kick at her armored legs, your blush growing more pronounced as she lets out a booming laugh.
she leans down to your height, a devious smirk on her face, “so? what do you think of me now, hm? your father’s best knight is a woman, and a blind one at that. really cool, huh? got a crush on me now, i bet?”
now without the helmet, you could slap her. you pushed her face away from you, your hand splayed over her eyes, “l-leave me alone, fool!”
“alright then,” she fake pouts, standing back up straight. “need me to stay the night? cuddle you and sing you a lullaby?”
“.. get out.”
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* honestly adored writing this. sorry for the wait lovelies!! again, posting will be slower now, need to prep for my next exam..
content: modern au, beefy!toph, bimbo!reader, bitch x bitchier, no relationship (yet)
summary: you end up making (somewhat) friends with the blind girl you mistook for a pervert. but honestly.. is she even trying to beat the allegations?
author’s note: didn’t expect so many requests for this.. you bimbo voters win by a 0.3% gap! EXTREMELY close call, i promise to feed you knight!toph wanters soon trust ᢉ𐭩
part 1 here.
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your jewelry softly clinked with every step she took, your arms tightening around her neck. you took the opportunity to silently stare at her face. she was blind, so she had no way to know, right? the thought almost made you feel guilty, but hey, you were doing nothing wrong! just appreciating beauty, that’s all.
not only did she have an incredibly hot body, her face was just as flawless. your eyes trailed over her slightly furrowed eyebrows, the slope of her nose, her luscious lips (though they did look a bit chapped. you made a mental note to gift her a chapstick after she got you home.) then your gaze flitted back up to her eyes; they were the feature that mesmerized you most.
they were a beautiful milky teal, and even though sightless, they stared ahead so convincingly — intimidatingly, even — like she had the entire world figured out. you’d never directly interacted with a blind person, so your thoughts now wandered to how she went on about her daily life without such an important sense. she was definitely used to it, but you were still curious. what were the things she could do? what were the things she couldn’t?
“not to interrupt your daydreaming about me,” you jumped at her voice, startled. she smiled down at you, “i know i’m blind, but i’m not stupid. i can pick up on your silence and your heartbeat enough to understand you’re staring at me. plus, it’s what most of you sighted people do the first time you meet a blind person. kinda rude if i do say myself, and really repetitive.”
you blushed a deep shade of red, torn between shame and denial, “i—i wasn’t—”
“aw,” she cooed, rocking you in her arms like a baby, “you totally weren’t. i believe you, jingle bells.”
you groaned, squirming in her grasp, “you’re so annoying!”
“and you’re a shameless pervert.”
“p-pervert!?” your eyes widened, indignantly glaring up at her, “don’t try to flip this on me! i was just looking at your face, that’s not perv—”
“ah-ha!” she snickered, giving you a bounce in her arms, “now you admit you were looking. wow, i think you’re the worst liar i’ve ever seen. and i can’t even see!”
medically speaking, you could feel all the symptoms of a fucking brain aneurysm setting in throughout this conversation.
“you— you— you’re so— ugh! whatever!” you huffed in defeat, dropping your head on her shoulder, giving up on ever properly speaking to this woman.
she chuckled, hand flexing around your thigh, “i’m so what? so pretty, apparently, from how you spent the last five minutes drooling over me. am i reaaally that gorgeous? ouch!”
you pinched her torso, lifting your head to glare at her again, “you’re so insufferable. i’ve never met anybody who has made me want to end my life this much in the span of an hour.”
“oh stop it,” she fake moaned, the proudest of smiles on her face, “you’re turning me on.”
“i’m gonna— ugh! you know what? whatever!” you scoffed, cheeks flushed, taking your arms off her neck to cross them over your chest, “i’m not even gonna reply to you anymore. silence is the best answer to a dumbass.”
she hummed happily, “well actually, the saying is ‘silence is the best reply to a fool.’”
“does anybody like being around you?”
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even though you were only a street away, the walk felt like hours, your sanity hanging by a string as thin as your thong.
you let out the biggest relieved sigh when the bakery’s sign finally came in full view, your building door close to it.
“just here,” you tap her arm for her to stop, “i live here, thanks.”
“you’re welcome,” she lowers you down, and you reluctantly miss the warmth of her thick arms around you. but if it came with the price of her unending quips, you were ready to sleep on an iceberg instead. camp there, even.
your good foot touches the ground first, your hand on her shoulder for balance. you tentatively try to take a step with your injured one, but the loud wail slipping out of your lips is enough for her to tug you back to her side again.
“small steps,” she pats your hip, “your ligament probably tore a bit. hopefully nothing bad, but you should still get it checked out properly later, or tomorrow.”
you sigh, irritated, “you’re right. ugh, i’m never wearing those heels again. how am i gonna go up all these stairs now?”
she returns your sigh, “right? if only there was somebody around who could carry you. it’d be great if they could magically spawn right now. one can only dream. if only..”
you roll your eyes, exasperated, “did nobody teach you how to speak? you can’t even offer help without your stupid sarcasm?”
“nevermind,” she lets go of you, and you squeal, having nothing to hold onto, plopping back down on your butt. she folds her arms behind her head, uninterested, “i don’t feel like helping a bitchy little thing like you.”
“are you seriously—”
“ah, sorry,” she rubbed her ear, smiling down at you, “i can’t hear bitch.”
you scoffed, baffled, “fuck you, then! fuck you, and fuck your help. you’re so rude. i’m not gonna beg you to pick me up. you can go fuck yourself.”
“sure then,” she shrugged, turning on her heel, and you felt panic seize your heart. there was nobody else around here! how long would you have to wait before someone else passes by to give you a hand?? your only option left was to crawl your way to the bakery you went to every morning, humiliating yourself in front of the staff who saw you everyday.. no way.
“w-wait!” the word leaves your mouth before you can even think, and you could just tell she had the biggest grin on her face even though her back was facing you.
she stopped in her tracks, and you felt heat flood your cheeks with embarrassment.
“mhm? want something?”
your fingers curled around the fabric of your skirt, looking down, “i.. i want you to.. pick me up again..”
“can’t hear you,” she walks back over to you, practically beaming, as she leans down to your height. “sorry, my hearing’s bad. could you speak up?”
what a bitch. she was blind, hearing was her strongest fucking sense. you had to bite your lip to refrain from cussing out her entire bloodline, only your earlier gratitude and current need were holding you back.
“i.. i said, i want you to pick me up again.”
she was all up in your face now, only a few inches separating you. she hums pensively, “hm, doesn’t sound like begging to me.”
your nails dig into your thighs through your clothes, the veins bulging out as you swallow your pride. “please, carry me.”
“my name’s toph,” she says it casually, like this was the best timing to exchange names. she grins, toying with a strand of your hair, “now say it all pretty for me. something like ‘oh, pretty please, beautiful toph. could you carry little ole me? please, toph, you’re the only one who can help me. i’m so helpless.’ “
the singy song lilt in her voice as she mocked you made your anger boil over. you grabbed her by her tank top, pulling her flush against you, your foreheads bumping.
you glared daggers into her, torn between slapping her or biting her smirk off, but she only tilted her head, smug as ever, “so? what will it be? i don’t have all day.”
“.. please, toph.” you grudgingly mumble, deciding to set your violent urges to the side until you were in a better position to backtalk her. “will you please carry me?”
she chuckles, and just like that, you’re back in her arms in seconds. “attagirl,” she croons down at you, “that wasn’t so hard now, was it? good job, jingle bells. i’m so proud of you. now, say ‘i’m your little bitch’.”
“don’t push it.”
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she mercifully stays quiet as she takes you up to your floor. seriously, what were you thinking, renting an apartment on the fourth floor with no elevator available? you should’ve considered potential foot injuries, earthquakes, so many other things.. but oh well, the price and the view were good to pass up for a broke university student like you, and it honestly felt like an extension of you at this point, with all the years and money you spent decorating it.
when you finally make it, she gently sets you down on your good leg, holding you steady with one hand as you search for your house keys in your bag. you steal a brief glance at her, and despite her snappy attitude and how insanely annoying she was, you weren’t above common courtesy. after all, she did just carry you from your bus stop to your house. you could give credit where it was due.
you clear your throat, opening the door, “you can come in for a cup of tea, if you want. as a thank you.”
that earns you a soft squeeze on the hip. “i didn’t know you were into one night stands, jingle bells. but i wouldn’t say no to that.”
“nevermind,” you scoff, hand on the wall to support you as you make your way in ahead of her.
“don’t be like that. i’m just pulling your leg. well, clearly not your busted one.”
you completely ignore her, hearing the door shut behind her, before an appreciative whistle leaves her lips. “wow, you have a great apartment. it looks really gorgeous.”
you instantly perk up at that, buttered up in a second — you prided yourself on your taste, so compliments about it were your favourite, whether that be your taste in clothes, accessories, even your furniture. you turn to face her, excited. “ah, thank you so— ..”
you trail off, watching her bite back a laugh, confused. it takes you a second before the realization dawns on you. this asshole.
“tophhhh!! i hate you so fucking much!” you throw the nearest pillow at her, fuming, and she bursts out laughing, arms clutching her stomach as she doubles over.
she repeats your words, choking on her own giggles, “ ‘t-thank you so—’ ”
“get out!” you yell, the sound coming out all girlish and squeaky, flushed with embarrassment as you send a barrage of pillows her way.
the sight of her so exhilarated — literally rolling on the floor, her porcelain skin now a deep shade of red, unable to even properly speak through her laughter — eventually wore you down. you cracked a smile, your throws not stopping.
“s-shut up already!” you huffed out a small laugh, picking up the pillows that bunched up around her feet to hit her with them when your stock ended, “you’re the worst.”
she didn’t even bother protecting herself, flat on her back as she kicked her legs, and you joined in on her laughter too, giving her one last hit to the head before plopping down on her yourself.
“stop laughing!” you ordered, even though you were just as tickled, pinching her cheeks and stretching them out.
after a few minutes, your cackling finally subsided, leaving you both panting. you were still straddling her, her face marked by your long nails digging into her skin from your onslaught, as you tried to catch your breaths.
you flick her forehead, smiling down at her, “you’re not funny. you’re terrible, you don’t deserve my tea.”
“oh no,” her hands slide up to rub your hips, “not the tea.”
“but seriously though. thank you,” you brush away the mussy strands on her face, sweaty from all the movement, “you’re a cunt, but i do appreciate you going out of your way to help me out. so, thank you for that.”
“you’re so sappy, jingle bells.”
“you won’t get a reaction out of me. accept my thanks first.”
“i do.” she sighs, giving you a break, “you’re welcome, then.”
“good. i’m glad we’re on the same page.”
..
“.. also, toph?”
“mhm?”
“you do know that i can feel you groping my ass, right?”
she hums, giving it another unapologetic squeeze, “oh sorry, i’m blind. i thought it was.. your face.”
you roll your eyes, “my first impression of you was right, after all. you’re just a fucking pervert.”
“am nottt,” she quips, fondling the flesh without a care in the world, “you just have one hell of an ass on you. everyone else can see it, but i can’t. so be kind and let this poor, blind girl feel it.”
you slap the side of her head and get off her, limping off to the kitchen, using the walls as support, “i’m gonna piss in your tea. all nice and hot, just for you.”
you hear her shift on the floor behind you, “you promise?”
Synopsis: Sevika becomes infatuated with the pretty barista who makes her morning coffee, and you can't stop thinking about the older woman who fixes the vents at your work and has begun to appear every time you're working.
mdni | content: g!p Sevika, stalking, panty theft, boot riding, dry humping, oral sex, vaginal squirting and fingering, cunnilingus, rough vaginal sex, praise kink, pet names, coercion, obsessive/possessive behavior, subspace, creepy Sevika (kind of), dacryphilia, dom/sub undertones, age difference (major, twenty years), breeding kink,
Pairing: Blue-collar worker! Sevika x barista!reader
a/n: apologies I took so long :(, but I am here with this request fic, my favorite so far from Sevika, and I loved writing it !! this is 8.3K words so long sorry :( but have fun reading !!! feel free to send me more requests or fic ideas.
Sevika did not account for falling hopelessly in love with you. In fact, she didn’t account for meeting you in general. In the time she’d been called to Moonbuck Coffee, she had not officially met you. She only heard your names through the employees who would run amok trying to take care of the customers.
It’s not until an issue with the HVAC vent that has her hauling ass to the shop that she has the opportunity to see you. The summer heat is blaring in the back of her head, and she’s entering the shop, the smell of coffee bean and syrup circling her nose. Sevika looks around for a second, and then she sees you.
And you hold up your hand, waiting for her to circle the counter. You’re about a foot shorter than she is, doe eyes staring up at her. She notices everything. The way you stare at her face, and how your throat bobs as she towers you.
Her eyes flash down to your tag. ‘Y/N’. And she says your name inside her head, thinking about it, even when she’s eyeing the inside of the vent, and you’re so eagerly passing her the equipment from the bag. She can see sweat beads along your forehead, and as you pass the equipment, her calloused hands brush yours.
Heat rushes through her body, curling along her spine. What feels like bliss fizzes across her mind, and when she’s done, her eyes follow you. When the latter is back behind the shop, you’re quick to give her a cup. An iced coffee–something she never indulges in because sweets have never been her thing.
But you look at her, with a smile, so soft and innocent, pupils slightly dilated, as her hands extend to yours. “On me,” you say, and she can spot the shakiness in your voice, “consider it a thank you for saving us from the heat.”
Sevika stares at the drink before she takes it, purposely wrapping her hands just a centimeter above yours, a safe distance for her pinky to glide down and touch your skin. “Will I always get this kind of treatment when something breaks?” She murmurs, something akin to sarcasm and amusement behind her voice.
You nod. Fast and eager, and Sevika imagines that it’s just for her, “Yes.”
Somewhere along the lines of her working through nine more vents, and some complaints about her gruff demeanor, she thinks about you. She thinks about your eager little nod and the way you looked up at her while fixing the vents. You curl along her frontal lobe, the smell of coffee beans and sweat infecting her brain until all she can smell is you.
Sevika goes back to the coffee shop around closing time. A need for something. Perhaps a look at you, perhaps the smell of coffee. It doesn’t matter, but she needs something. When she arrives, you’re wiping down the espresso machine, all alone.
“A little dangerous to be by yourself at this time.” Sevika steps into the counter, eyes staring you down.
The sky had dimmed, and one could barely see anything from the windows, save for the little light post that continuously flickers. But you laugh at her, “‘m not alone… well, right now, anyways. The other workers are in the back, and it’s a slow night. How was that iced coffee?”
“Sweet. Too sweet, but…I liked it. Vanilla cold brew.”
You nod, “Are you still working?”
“Just a little longer, and then I’m finished.” Truthfully, she was done. There wasn’t any work left to do. She simply wanted to see you. You ring her up, and she watches you, while you’re working, eyes brushing along your neck, the curve of your spine, and the twitch in your finger.
When you finish, you slide the drink to her, and she racks her brain about the times she’s seen you. A month working around Moonbuck, and she never once laid eyes on you. “Did you barely start working here?”
Your smile slowly fades away. “It is that bad?”
Sevika laughs, letting her shoulder shake. “No. No. It’s good. I mean, because I’ve come to do maintenance and I’ve never seen you.”
“Oh,” your mouth forms an ‘O’ shape before you shake your head, “No, I just get these odd hours, since I have another job. But I live around the area, so I’m a little focused on this one. Perhaps you’ll see me a lot more.”
Interesting. Her head tilts, “You live by?”
“Yeah, so I don’t need to drive. Just a quick twenty-minute walk. Not too bad, some days, I drag myself home, because standing up all the time, really works your muscles.”
“Still a little dangerous, don’t you think? Walking alone at night.” Sevika says it, and along her brain, she imagines protecting you. Making sure that you get home safely, perhaps walking you all the way inside.
You give her a shrug, “Sometimes, but I can’t always have someone watching over me, to make sure I get home,” and you laugh, as if the thought is too ridiculous. But Sevika thinks otherwise.
Sevika smiles along, but she never comments. When she finally sits down, halfway into the cold brew, you begin to talk. You drone on about random crap, but she never really interjects; she simply pays attention, glancing at Vi, then turning her attention to you. Sometimes she’d say, “I understand”, and then “What do you mean?” and you’d elaborate.
By the end, it almost feels as though you’ve given her every ounce of information about your life. Sevika memorises it all. Where you work, how much you hate some of your coworkers in the other job, and how tired you get sometimes.
Sevika thinks about all the ways she can make it better, how good she’d treat you if you let her. How she’d make sure you stay happy and belly full with whatever you need. The amount of flowers she’d give you, if you just gave her a chance.
When Sevika leaves, she glides into her car, lighting a cigarette from across the street. You can’t really blame her, though; she has a soft heart, despite her appearance, and the thought of someone harming you makes her sick. So she stays there, watching while you clean and finish everything, then takes your bag and closes Moonbuck.
You never really notice the older woman walking behind you. It’s difficult to actually gauge a presence behind you when you’re listening to music. But it doesn’t matter because Sevika makes sure that you’re alright, and even walks you to your house, stopping just at a small bush to make sure that you make it inside your apartment.
Sevika comes back the next morning, exactly around nine thirty, with the same order. A vanilla cold brew. Then the next day, and the day after that. You’re the one who rings her up, always. It becomes a routine, and on the days that you don’t work in the morning, she’s there at night, with an order of vanilla cold brew and maybe a burrito if she’s feeling different.
And every other night shift that you cover, she’s also there, parking her car away from the shop, giving her enough leverage to watch you through the windows. It’s her routine after work, making sure that her pretty barista makes it home.
On Monday, you head to your second job around nine pm, rushing out of the apartment, trying to put your hair in a ponytail, or just away from your face. There’s a cold water bottle in your hand, and a bag in the other, juggling them as you enter your beat up honda. Sevika isn’t working; it’s her off day.
When you finally pull away from the driveway, you park the car, a street away, black cap on her head, rushing to the apartment complex. She already guessed which one is yours, and she stops in front of the black door, looking side to side, before she squats down, picking the lock.
When the door pops open, she smells lilac along with another flowery scent, and her eyes rake over everything, until her gloved hands are pushing open your room door. Sevika noses your bed sheets, pulling the cover back to smell you, inhaling a floral and sweet scent, close to fabric softener. “Mhm, my pretty girl.” Sevika groans.
She wishes she could stop there, but her hands find their way into your drawers, fingertips trailing your ribbed bras, lacy and plain designs all along. Then your panties, and she holds onto her strength as she pulls them to her face, cock twitching, thinking of you wearing them for her.
And she’s quick to snatch a pair from your dirty hamper, stuffing them inside her jeans. Two pairs, one dirty and one clean, so she can smell your cunt on her break. The next day, she’s quick to stuff one in her jeans.
She doesn’t pull them out until it’s afternoon, and calls become slower. With five minutes on the clock before her lunch break, she stuffs herself in one of the bathroom stalls. She’s quick to hold her shirt in her mouth, muffling a hiss as she pulls her cock out. It slaps her lean stomach, tip gleaming with precum, while thick veins jut out from along the shaft.
Her hands grip onto herself as she reaches for your panties, shoving them on her face. Her tongue darts along the material as she fucks into her first, reaching to the head and spreading precum. Pleasure darts across her back, curling in her spine, and she can almost envision you in front of her.
Please, Sevika, fuck my mouth. Sevika’s cock twitches imaging you begging for a taste, pink tongue out, pupils dilated as her cock slaps your tongue. A soft groan escapes her lips, “fuckkk, that’s it.”
And in her head, fuzzy with lust and need, as your tongue darts along the head, doe-eyes watering as you try not to choke on her, trying your best to please her. And she shouldn’t think about this, because you’re so young, and she’s nearly twenty years older than you.
Goosebumps spread across her skin, and her balls tighten as you pull away from her cock, opening your mouth to show her, spit circling your mouth. ‘Please, Vika, I’ll be so good for you, need you to take care of me.’
The thought of you saying that to her, all needy and whiny, nearly splits her brain in two, and her hand tightens around the head of her cock, hips twitching as cum shoots from the red slit. “fucckk.”
Her loud gasp rings around, echoing until she’s leaning laxly on the wall of the bathroom. Her muscles twitch, orgasm spiralling through her system until she’s finally stopped seeing double. Guilt rushes through her system, and she pushes your panties inside her jeans.
She tries not to think about the fact that she came from just imagining you on your knees. Or the fact that in the good thirteen years she’s worked at Zaun, she’s never done that. It feels disgusting, yet so fucking good.
She still stops by the Moonbuck during the night. And you still smile at her, sweet and so so fucking pretty, unaware that your babydoll panties, the ones with flowers embroidered on them, are inside Sevika’s jeans, nearly stained with her cum.
“How was work today?” You ask her, wiping down the sticky counter, while the espresso machine softly hums behind you. “We had this guy come in, super pissed his mobile order was wrong, and he nearly threw the drink at us.”
She clicks her tongue, “People like that don’t deserve proper customer service. Sorry, you had such a bad day.”
“It’s okay…it wasn’t your fault, and you’re right.” You respond, “But tell me about your day.”
And Sevika recounts it. The boring details, how dirty she gets, and everything, but never how she came apart in the bathroom thinking about sinking into your sweet pussy, and the taste of you in her mouth. And you laugh along, loud and unabashed, shoulders shaking, while pieces of your hair stick out, and your uniform is a bit fucked up from moving around.
For a second, she wished she could kneel and convince you to open your legs and let her fuck her tongue into you. Suck out all the exhaustion from your bones until you’re crying, and boneless against her. That is, until you’re starting to mop the floor, signalling her that she needs to leave and go back to making sure you get home safely.
The next day, the same thing with HVAC happens again. It’s barely one in the afternoon, just hours after you served Sevika her regular Vanilla cold brew. Before she gets there, you’re in the backroom, inhaling the earthy scent of ground beans while the soft hiss of the espresso machine grinds in your ear.
You can hear the jittery murmur of the crowd outside, and before you can stack another coffee bag, the loud scheet, akin to metal-on-metal grinding, echoes through the ceiling vents. You pause for a second, beads of sweat curl in the back of your neck.
An electrical hum rings around, and you go back to packing more coffee. You don’t exactly realise something is wrong until you’re outside the backroom after a good ten minutes, firmly tapping the coffee ground onto a metal portafiler, and sweat builds in every crevice of your body.
Ekko is the one who turns to you, with a sweat on his forehead, “Is it just me, or is it hotter than usual?”
You shrug until Jinx comes out. “I think the AC is out…or something, but the air is fucking gone,” she whispers, wiping her pink cheek. “Someone fix it, before I quit.”
Heat curls along your belly. Sevika. With a flick of a switch, you lock the portafiler into the espresso machine, “Ekko, get this for me, I’ll call Sevika.”
Jinx smiles, “First name basis, huh?”
“Fuck off.” You whisper to her, heading towards the back again, and the wave of hot air makes you shudder. The mix of coffee beans has begun to make you sick, and it’s been only a year.
In the back, the phone rings, and a husky voice picks up. “Zaun’s Heating Service, what do you need?”
“Hi…it’s Moonbuck. I think our A/C is out, or something with the air is ou–”
“Y/N?”
You pause, finally recognising the husky voice, “Sev?”
“I’ll be right there, doll.”
Doll. Doll.
You smile, cheek to cheek, until you can feel the guidiness in your scalp, toes, and fingertips. When Sevika arrives, you’ve taken off your headcap, and your hair is up. You can feel the sweat building in your temples, and the smell of toasted hazelnut, along with burnt sugar curls in your nose. There aren’t that many customers, though, not compared to the morning; oddly enough, the afternoon is quiet.
She arrives wearing dark jeans, brown steel boots, and a dark blue shirt with the name ‘Zaun’s Heating Service’ in white. A small orange towel hangs from one of her front pockets, and she carries a thick black and yellow bag in her hand. A thick feeling of deja vu crosses your spine.
It almost feels like the first time you met. Perhaps it’s the heat, or the way your fingers have touched every inch of your body, thinking about the much older sevika, that comes into work, keeping you company. Like your own shining knight.
You can’t help but stare at her. The way her muscles bulge out of the dark blue shirt, and how her thick dark eyebrows are knitted together, as she quickly passes to the back of the counter. “This feels a little familiar, don’t you think?”
She smiles, and god, she takes up so much space, that when she stops in front of you, the immediate feeling to take a step back curls in you. Despite the smell of the shop taking over your nose, the scent of Sevika makes your stomach bubble. Sweat, oil, and wood. It hits you all that once, just like when you first met her. “A little.”
She follows you into the back room, and the ladder is already under the vent. Sevika drops her bag on the floor, and you’re already flushing from the heart, but your ears heat up as she leans into your space. Her leg is propped on one of the steps, “Are you messing with the vent just to see me, Doll?”
You blink at her, too focused on the fact that she could pick you up. How easily she could fuck you against the backroom wall, hidden in the corner where Caitlyn and Vi always sneak to. You bashfully look away, “You’ve figured out my plan.”
“You can always call me, doll. You know my number.” Sevika drawls out, climbing up to the vent. Your ears heat up, and you only hum, trying to keep your face from showing too much joy.
She takes a look at the vent and then down towards you. Dark grey eyes stare back, taking a second before blinking and looking back up. She pops the ceiling tile out, while you’re staring at her broad shoulders, seeing tiny specs of dust drift down into the air.
When Sevika begins to work, she’ll look down, mention some kind of equipment, then give you a dumbed-down description of it. “Pass the five-sixteenth bit out of the side pocket.” And she’s about to give you a description of it until you’re shuffling through the bag, reaching for the hex-head screw.
You pass it to her, reaching up, and she gives you a wide smile. Wide enough to show all teeth, “Atta girl. Learning fast, ain’t ya?”
Jolts of heat rush through your body, feeling her warm, rough hand against yours. You bite back a whimper, the praise rushing through your body like wildfire, and it sounds exactly like you’ve imagined her saying it to you.
You keep reaching down, touching her rough fingers, until a heavy clank screeches, and the hum of the HVAC kicks in, blasting cool, stale air. Sevika climbs down, wiping sweat from her brow, while dark stains cover her collar and armpit area. You stand there like an idiot, until she takes a step towards you, hands steady on the latter.
Your mouth is slightly parted, doe-eyes still staring up. “Need help?” You whisper.
“You don’t think I can carry it?” She laughs, grabs the ladder, and walks towards the back. You can’t tell what compelled you to act irrationally. Maybe it’s the heat getting to your head, but you follow her, taking small steps, until she’s turning, and you’re pushing her to the little corner away from the camera.
You tiptoe until you’re pressing your lips to hers, and her back is hitting the storage shelves, rattling the myriad of coffee bean bags. A small sigh escapes your lips, and you’re clutching onto her strong shoulders. You freeze, pulling back when Sevika doesn’t move. Her eyes are wide, but she doesn’t look mad or disgusted.
“I…I’m so s–”
And she’s quickly turning your back to the shelf, pushing her tongue inside your mouth, as you gasp. She licks, tongue darting to your teeth, until she’s tasting the residue of caramel on your premolars, sliding to your tongue.
Her knee pushes between your legs, and your hips thrust down, whining into her mouth. You push back, trying to take a deep breath while she nuzzles her neck into yours, leaving sweat on the side, inhaling your scent. “Sev…” You breathe out. “More, please.”
She pulls back eyebrows knitted, “I can’t doll, I shouldn’t…I shouldn’t have.”
“Why?”
Her eyes dart down to your wet lips, “You’re so young.”
A sixteen-year difference that makes your body heat up. “Who cares about that? Just a couple of years,” You retort, trying to push her closer to you, “Please, I wa–need, I need it.” And you’ve never been above begging, even crying as you blink back tears.
Sevika’s calloused hands cup your face, thump, wiping the little tear on your cheek. “Tell you what. I’ll take you on a date, and we’ll see.”
You bite the inside of your cheek, “Really?”
And she nods, leaning down to brush her lips against hers. Every ounce of warmth from her mouth shoots down to your cunt, until you’re sure your panties are soaked. A small voice calls out from the front, and Sevika steps back. She gives you a calculated smile before turning and grabbing her bag.
You watch Sevika leave. Eyes trained on her while Jinx makes you, fill a cup with liquid syrup, lining the inside with caramel sauce. You can’t stop thinking about the kiss when she’s gone, and the company car is no longer there. You don’t see her again, but you wait for her.
The night finally falls, and while you’re supposed to be closing with Ekko, he comes from the back, slinging his baf over his head. “So you’re just going to leave me here alone to close?” you ask, staring at Ekko.
“Sorry, but I'm supposed to be picking up Jinx from night school. I promised her, I’m… I’m really sorry, man.” He says, and there’s a guilty expression on his face that almost makes you crack up.
You roll your eyes at him, “I know. She told me this afternoon. I’m fucking with you.”
“You’re a G. Text us when you head home,” And you watch him leave into the night, while you mop the floor and clean the tables.
It’s while you’re cleaning everything that a sudden feeling of being watched hits your head. The hair on your neck stands up, and you stare outside, seeing nothing but darkness and the outline of the buildings. Paranoia seeps through you, and you practically jump when Sevika opens the door, walking inside.
Your throat clamps up, and you’re biting the inside of your cheek, fingers tightening around the mop. “Hi…you’re finished with work?” You quickly look at the machines, “Machines are off, ‘m sorry.”
She nods at your word, enjoying how nervous you get around her. “Ahh. No coffee tonight then.” She replies coolly, sitting down, spreading her legs, “How about water?”
You’re quick to drop the mop and grab a bottled water from the small fridge. The only thing you haven’t plugged off. You’re still thinking about the date and most of her words.
“Can…you walk me home today?” You bite the inside of your cheek, shuffling from foot to foot. You don’t want her to think that you can’t protect yourself, but tonight is different. “It’s just really dark…but I under–”
“Yeah,” she breathes out, pinching herself for sounding too excited. You don’t notice and beam at her, mouth hurting from how much you’re grinning at her.
“Thank you…I just have to finish cleaning, and that’s all.”
You only take a few minutes, and soon, you’re walking out of the quiet shop, while Sevika is on your side. She isn’t wearing her uniform. Her hair is pulled into a ponytail, some strands falling to her face, just above her thick eyebrows. She’s in dark blue jeans, steel-toe brown boots, a white tank top stuck to her skin, and a thick jacket that makes her shoulders look even bigger.
The silence isn’t awkward, but it makes your body heat up, a certain desperation curling behind your spine with a need to hear her voice. “I don’t mind our age difference…”
Your throat bobs, and she smiles, though barely illuminated by the light around you both. “I’m nearly at the age of back pains and muscle aches.”
Her words chime in your head, and you imagine Sevika coming from work, taking off her shirt, flexing her muscles while you roll your fingers into the tension of her muscles. Slowly working them out, while she groans, each deep sound shooting straight to your cunt.
You laugh, loose and easy, focused on how close you’re walking next to her, “I say you have a couple more years to go before that happens…but if it does happen, I’m sure someone close can soothe them out.”
Sevika hums in acknowledgement, lidded eyes looking down at you, “Certainly.”
You overthink every conversation you’ve had with her, replying to her words, until you’re in front of your building. You stop, and she halts next to you. “This is me…would you like to come inside? I have to thank you for walking me home.”
“Think nothing of it, as long as you're safe.” She says with a shrug, and you catch the movement of her shoes, quickly latching your hand on her shoulder. She pauses, nearly freezing, feeling the coldness of your hand on her skin.
“Please,” You coax softly, knitting your eyebrows, “I insist.”
And Sevika holds her tongue, simply nodding. “Okay.”
You don’t have much in your apartment. It’s dodgy and small, but your own. Your keys twist, and you push the door, prying it open. Your automatic spray covers the initial scent of mildew, and your rushing inside to hide your t-shirt on the couch, and leftover bowls on the coffee table.
“Very small,” Sevika grumbles.
“Yeah, but it’s this or the streets.” You respond with a small laugh, putting down your bag on the couch. “I cooked this apple pie…really good, if you’d like some. I’ll preheat it, and take a quick shower.”
She nods, and you work around the kitchen putting the glass pan sheet inside the oven. You grab a water bottle, pop it open and hand it to her, staring at her hand until it lands on the bottle, on top of yours. Your shower is quick, lathering every inch with a flowery scented soap, until you feel clean enough.
You’ve never really tried to be sexy for someone, besides a couple of people you tried to talk to. A shitty ex and bad sex revolted you from the dating scene until Sevika. You put on a pair of black boxers that fit tight and short enough it’s snug against your ass. A sheer black lacy bra, and a complementary sheer black long rope with beige lace detailing on the sleeves and hem.
You push your nerves out, walking out to the living room, and catching Sevika in the kitchen, cutting a piece of the pie. “It’s really go–” she stops, eyes taking in your clothing, “Good. It’s really good.”
“Really? I’ve been trying new recipes as of lately, you have to try my garlic butter shrimp scampi. It’s very good,” And you tell her all that, until you’re in the kitchen, mere inches away from her, fingers itching to touch her jacket.
Sevika hums, and you reach for the fridge, grabbing the can of whipped cream, and inching toward her, shaking the can, as she looks at you, eyes darting from your eyes to your tits. “Whip cream?”
She visibly gulps, and you’re nearly on your knees, if not for her taking the can from your hand. “My doll is very hospitable.”
My doll. My doll. My doll.’
Mydoll.
Your pussy clenches around nothing. “You’re mean.” You whisper to her as the hiss of the can curls in your ear. She smiles, cheeks bubbling, and she shakes her head at your words.
“Am I? I should be telling you that,” And she stops, leaning her side on the counter, eyes staring you down. Her hand come to your robe, thumbing the lace, tracing it until it crosses to your skin, and you’re taking a deep breath, as her skin touches yours. “Dressed all pretty…”
You want her to take advantage of you–not that, that would be the correct word, given how willing you are. But you need her to touch you even through her guilt. Your hand wraps around her wrist, pulling them to your breast, until she’s got a hand grabbing it. And she squeezes, just soft enough, that a shudder crosses your spine.
Your ragged breath matches hers, and your eyes flutter open and closed, catching a look at a tent on her jeans. “I want this...you wouldn’t be taking advantage of me.”
“As if you cared if I did.” She snarls, hand disappearing to the back of your neck, as she leans down. You take a breath, feeling her tongue push into your mouth, sucking on your tongue, as she pushes you into the counter.
She licks along your teeth, moving to suck on your bottom lip, nipping at it, until you’re giving her a soft whine. Your hardened peaks rub against the soft material of your bra, and your hand curls along her jeans, touching her belt.
Your hips push into hers, the material of her belt cold against your warm skin. Each glide of her tongue against yours, as you whine, soft sighs falling until she groans, and you nearly feel her chest vibrate.
Sevika’s hand glides to your chin, cupping it as she pulls away, a line of spit connecting your lips. “Want to make that pretty mouth useful for me, doll?” She purrs, and you nod, letting her steer your body to the living room.
Coldness launches across your skin when you sink to your knees, and she sits on the couch, thighs spreading while her cock pushes into her jeans. Sevika leans back, hands on her sides, a faint red blush on her cheeks. She doesn’t move, but your shaky hands dart to her belt, while the crackle of metal sounds so loud in your ear.
You’re softly shaking, but you unhook her belt, working her buttons until they’re undone. There’s a wet patch on her briefs, and you’re so fucking needy, pushing your head to her tent, inhaling the strong scent of musk, earth and skin.
Your tongue touches her through the briefs, scraping the cotton material and salivating on it, while Sevika sighs into the air. You pull back, pushing her boxers down, letting her cock spring out, and her stomach twitches as you run a hand across her jean-clad thigh.
The tip of her cock gleams with wetness, pouring from the angry red slit, and a thick patch of curly hair surrounds her cock. You lick the head, delivering small kitten licks across while you have a hand on her shaft, and the other settles on her thigh.
Her salty taste curls across your taste buds, and you pull back, tongue switching to lap at her balls, sucking on one until a deep groan pours from her mouth, while specks of hair scrape against your skin. “That’s it, doll. Should’ve fucked your mouth…this afternoon.”
You lick up to the shaft, wrapping a hand around the head as you swirl your tongue on the cockhead. Spit darts from your mouth, and your eyes shoot up to her as your hand coats it all over her shaft. Sevika’s bottom lip is etched between her teeth, and her chest heaves up and down, while you slowly slip her inside your mouth, hand still working, pumping up and down.
A loud moan curls from her throat, and her hips buck into your mouth, pressing so fucking deep, until she’s occupying every inch of your mouth. You can’t take much of her, she’s too fucking big, but you work her through, cupping her ball, and hollering your cheeks.
Her hand grabs a fist full of your hair, pushing you off her cock, spit drilling down your chin. And she’s breathing heavily, eyes lidded and blown. “Open.”
Your tongue darts out, mouth open, and she’s smirking, ends of her lips curling as she slaps her cock on your tongue. Every rational thought has swooped out of your brain, lusting, curling along the ridges of your brain. “Maybe I should take you to work, have you be my little desk pet…keep your mouth full, and head empty, would you like that, baby?”
Your head bobs up and throws, eyes gone, tongue still out as spit accumulates and slides from the end of the muscle. You fear you won’t be able to live without the taste of Sevika’s cock on your tongue, and she knows this, because she’s grinning like she’s just won the fucking lottery.
And she leans closer to you, hand still gripping a fist full of your hair, until she’s pulling just enough that it makes you moan, needy and high-pitched. Her cock twitches, “Please,” You gasp wetly, “fuc–fuck my...mouth.”
“You’ll need to earn it.” Her boots push in between your thigh, the end of it touching your cunt, just slightly. “Go on.”
Humiliation rattles through your bones, and you straddle the boot, pressing your chin on her kneecap, digging into the meat of her knee. Your hands wrap around her leg, pressing yourself down, focused on the tendrils of pleasure as you press all the way down. “Feels…good. So so go–good.”
You try to ride her boot, gasping at the light pressure against your folds, nails digging into the texture of her jeans. It’s infuriating how the pleasure curls against your spine, then fizzes away, every time Sevika moves her boot, purposely trying to see you writhe against her leg.
“Sev…” You whimper, eyes fluttering open, and you’re completely focused on the pleasure, drooling on Sevika’s jeans, to pay attention to your system. You work in motions, eyes in and out of focus, sometimes watching Sevika’s smile.
“Doesn’t it feel good, Doll?” She rasps, and you can see her cock twitch against the white tank top, while your tongue salivates, and small tremors rip against your skin. “Just a little more…I won’t touch your pretty cunt until you’ve left a print on my boot.”
And she finally presses her boot against your cunt, with the right amount of pressure pressed against your clit that has you moaning, eyebrows knitted, and cunt clenching. Your legs burn, hips bucking into her boot, while you’re slipping into a soft headspace, trying to keep your mind afloat.
Sevika makes it so difficult, petting your hair while precum coats her cock, and she’s whispering sweet praises at you. “My pretty doll, stick your tongue out, doll.”
A condescending laugh rings across your fuzzy brain, and she’s watching spit pool down, until two fingers glide inside your mouth. You clamp down, lips wrapping around her thick fingers, and she’s pushing inside, feeling the rough pad of your tongue on her fingers.
Your hips stutter, stomach twitching as warmth slowly pours along your flesh, and you’re louder and louder, hips grinding your clit down with intensity while trying to choke on her fingers. Spit dribbles down the corner of your mouth, licking her and tasting the saltiness of her flesh.
“That’s it,” Sevika whispers, “Keep fucking yourself on my boot. Isn’t this what you wanted? To fuck yourself on an old pervert like me.”
Lighting strikes across your spine, and you clamp down, hips jerking as you cum on her boot, a high-pitched mewl making your chest vibrate. Your body melts against her leg, the aftershock of your orgasm making your clit twitch. Your mind is fuzzy, slipping and sliding across the pleasure, drinking in Sevika. “So good for me…you deserve a reward for that.”
“Need,” You rasp, throat dry, and she moves her hand to the bottle on the coffee table. The liquid slides down your throat, freshening your hot flesh. “Ple–please…need yo–you in my mouth.”
Her hands wrap around your wrist, stopping you from reaching her cock. You’re all fucked out on her legs, breathing heavily, begging for her cock, and Sevika is close to cumming. Because this feels exactly like one of her many wet dreams, yet you pout at her, pupils dilated, “Please.”
And she’s so fucking weak for you, letting go of your wrist and leaning back down to the couch, as your lips attach to the head of her cock. Each action is done clumsily, too needy, yet Sevika holds in her sanity, fingers gripping the couch, as you suck on the head of her cock, lidded eyes staring at her.
It’s as if the last measure of embarrassment left your system, leaving nothing but need and want. Your hand reach for Sevika’s, pushing it to your head, and her hips buck, drowning you in her cock, until halfway in, and the head reaches just an inch away from the back of your throat.
You keen at each of her groans and deep moans, filling your ear and the air. It’s blinding, how much you need her, when you finally pull off with a deep breath, spit circles her cockhead, attaching it to your mouth. “Just a little more…” Sevika murmurs, pushing you back on her cock, all the way down, until the oxygen in your brain slowly depletes, and you feel her everywhere, eyes rolling back.
Your hips flex, pushing down, searching for some relief for the ache building in your pussy. Your body goes lax, hands lying on your side, while Sevika moans, keeping your head down on her cock as she twitches around your throat.
When she pulls you off, your eyes are unfocused, pawing at her knees, whimpering, and she gets off on it, “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll make you feel better.” She croons.
Sevika pulls the robe off your body, scooping you off the floor and into her arms. You press kisses across her cheek, down her neck, licking and nipping at her skin, trying to make it red. She drops you on the bed, letting you softly bounce, before she shrugs off her clothing, letting the clink of her belt hit the floor.
Your eyes rake over Sevika’s body, mouth watering at her brown, hard peaks, and how her cock twitches, curving to the left. “You’re a pervert…trying to undress me,” You whine out, meekly trying to cover your body, as Sevika crawls to you, “You’re taking advantage of me.”
“Am I?” She purrs, and there’s a short flash of guilt as you look at her with your pretty-does eyes, breath shallow, and spit slowly drying in the corner of your mouth. She’s going to defile you, like she’s done to the lacy underwear she’s taken from your drawers. Not that you need to know. “Tell me to stop.”
Sevika’s hands reach for your shorts, slowly pulling them down, waiting for you to push her off, or for the words to hit her eardrum, yet you watch, helping her pull them down, heat rising to your chest as a slick connects your pussy to the shorts. The warmth of Sevika’s skin makes you shudder, and you’re reaching for her tits as she rams her mouth on yours, and it’s all teeth and tongue–unlike the kisses you’ve had before.
Filthy, wet and noisy, pulling little whines out of you while she groans into your mouth. “Months of dre–dreaming of you…fucking me,” You whimper, against Sevika’s mouth, a little hazy, from the pleasure.
“Really?” Sevika asks, as if she’s bewildered by the idea of you dreaming of her. You nod eagerly as she lowers her lips to your jaw, kissing and breathing you in.
Her tongue licks the sweat on your flesh, nipping the skin, until you’re whining, and each breath sounds punched out. “Don’t worry…I’ll give you the real thing.”
She keeps going lower, kissing along your chest until her mouth is on one of your hardened peaks, and you gasp, feeling her suckle on it. Her tongue twirls, her other hand coming to pinch and play with your other nipple, making your clit twitch. “Sev…”
You squirm in the sheets, feet softly kicking, and Sevika takes her time, rotating between your tits, until they’re puffy and sensitive, a single touch making you moan and whimpers. Her teeth graze at the peak, softly biting them, and it makes your stomach swoop with heat. Your cunt pulses, the aching feeling becoming unbearable, yet your brain melts.
You can barely utter words, too entranced in the pleasure, until Sevika’s away, and she’s back to trailing kisses along the bottom of your tits. She reaches your naval, nose pressing into a thick patch of hair, and she moves down and down, until she’s breathing against your pussy. A little whine pours from your mouth when her fingers dip down, pulling your wet folds apart, watching slick coat your pussy.
“You’re dripping, aching for someone to touch you?” Sevika coos, “All needy for me,” and you shut your eyes, nodding dumbly, until Sevika’s tongue licks your clit. You try your hardest not to clamp your thighs, but she’s pressing her face in and in, sucking the swollen, pulsing bud.
A loud whimper bounces on the wall, making Sevika groan, and the vibrations curl against your spine, making your hip buck into her mouth.
“Fuc–fuck, sev…sev, feels–” Your mouth tumbles over the words, as Sevika licks deeper into you, flattening her tongue, and licking from your sopping hole to your needy clit. She hums to every one of your reactions, fucking you with her tongue, then fluidly moving to suck on the bud.
A filthy squelch rings in your eardrum, and Sevika’s hand on your hip disappears into your legs. Your eyes rush to see her, yet she’s focused on your pleasure, eyes closed as a finger slides so fucking easily inside you, you barely feel it until it curls, pressing that spot.
You moan, loud and whiny, blinking back tears, while she quietly slips another finger in, curling them both and fucking into the spongy spot. “Nnng, har–harder, please. Please…” you hiccup, hand flying to grip Sevika’s short hair, trying to press down. “‘m clo–close.”
Your vision blurs, fat tears rolling down freely, and Sevika savors your pussy, assaulting your clit, until warm spreads across your stomach, and your muscles are tightening. Your pussy clenches against her fingers, and she continues pressing them in, sliding and out of your walls, then curling them.
Heat pools in your lower back, muscles burning, until everything jolts and your eyes are crossing, waves of pleasure rolling through your system. Your spine lifts from the bed, foot pressing down, indenting the mattress, until it feels too much. Your cunt spasms, and your body softly twitches, until Sevika pulls away, chin wet.
“Did so good for me,” She whispers, kissing your cheek, leaving a trail of wetness on your cheek. You lean up to kiss her, whining into her mouth as she pries you open with her tongue. You can faintly taste yourself on her tongue, and it’s filthy. “So pretty, like this…all fucked out and crying.”
Sevika pulls away from your mouth, a hand gripping your waist, and the other slapping her cock against the skin of your stomach. “Big…”
Sevika smirks, moving her hips until she’s grinding her cock against your wet pussy, mixing in your slick with her precum. She’s dripping, balls full, trying to keep her composure, while he presses the head against your clit, grinding on it. Your feet kick, hips twitching from slight overstimulation. “You’ll be my good doll, and fit it in, won’t you?” She groans, fingers tightening her grip on your waist.
You hum, clutching the bed sheet, nodding dumbly, trying to slip her inside you. “Please,” and Sevika finally presses the head inside you. A whimper falls from your lips, and Sevika bucks her hips, forcing herself into you.
“Breathe, doll,” She murmurs, big hands slipping to the back of your thighs, folding them, and pressing them just close enough to feel the heat of your own skin against your stomach.
She leaves you in that position, and you don’t move, not even when she has only one hand on the back of your thigh, and the other reaching down you pussy, rubbing your clit in slow circles, slowly inching inside you. The feeling of fullness makes you delirious.
“Sev…mo–more,” Your words slur, brain working too slow to form a proper thought. And when she finally presses all the way inside, you whimper. Your cunt feels so fucking stretched out, and you’re sure you’re dripping.
“I know, doll,” she coaxes, “I know…don’t worry, ‘m going to break you in until you can’t fuck anyone but me.” Her hips buck, finally moving in a slow, languid pace, then picking up speed until her hips are hitting the flesh of your ass.
Your pussy sletches, wet sounds making you even more fucking aroused, because it’s almost as if your cunt is speaking to her. “Fas–faster.”
And Sevika snarls, fast thrusts, rocking you forward into the bed, making your tits bounce with every movement, while you’re taking big breaths, each moan and whimper punched out. “Your pussy is swallowing me in,” she groans, “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
Goosebumps spread across your skin, and you’re clenching around Sevika, eyes unfocused but taking in her beauty. Sweaty body, and the strands of hair sticking to her forehead as her lidded eyes watch her cock disappear inside you.
Little ah, ah, ahs spill out of your mouth, nails digging into the mattress, until heat curls in your spine, you feel too stupid to worry about the spit dribbling at the corner of your mouth. You’re addicted–will be addicted, because Sevika is fucking you like she’s imagined this a million times, and mapped exactly where to buck into.
The head of cock shifts, plunging into that spot again, leaving you breathless, and so so fucking floaty. Small hiccups leave your lips, and tears stream down your cheek, smudging in the small dashes of eyeliner, leaving a faint black smudge of tears. Sevika looks up, and she moans seeing how wrecked you look for her.
“Squeezing me…so tight,” Sevika moans, “What is it, baby? Want me to fill you up?” And she gasps, feeling you tighten again around her cock. Jackpot. Your back arches, cunt pulsing, head swimming in the thought of Sevika filling up your belly, leaving some of her inside you.
“Nngg ye–yes,” You gasp, “Inside…inside.”
Your body trembles, thigh muscles shaking until you can see your skin twitch, and Sevika’s so fuckiing loud, damn near in your groaning and moaning at the pace of your own whiny, high-pitched mewls. “Come…come stay with me. Move in with me,” Sevika breathes out, “Be my wife…my…my pretty bride. C’mon, say you’ll come with, and I’ll let you cum.”
Oh, god.
Your eyes roll, nodding and nodding, trying to make small coherent yes’s and only babbling, but Sevika sees. And she grins, mouth wide, pushing in deeper and faster, until your nerves are on fire, and hypersensitive, body tightening.
Your toes spread out into the air, and your pussy gushes on Sevika’s cock, coating it in clear liquid. A choked sob rings in the air, and you feel drunk and high at the same time, as flashes of your ceiling and Sevika’s face cross your eyes. Every muscle in your body seizes, and a deep, guttural groan rings, until you feel so so fucking full.
Sevika empties herself inside you, teeth reaching down to your calf, etching into your skin until pain shoots through your spine. When she pulls away, there’s a mark, and she's still fucking into you, riding her own high and fucking yours out, until you’re twitching.
Your mind is pliant and fuzzy, body lax on the body, while every move is in slow motion, in and out of view. A long moment of silence passes, and your body is still shuddering, thigh twitching, brain slowly coming to work. Soreness picks at your skin, and you suddenly feel empty, too empty. “Need to clean you, doll.” A voice murmurs next to your ear.
After a beat, you’re cold, and your eyes finally flutter open, while Sevika is wiping you down. She’s radiating, pupils blown, with a hazy smile on her lips. Her eyes snap to yours, and she leans down to press a kiss on your stomach, then on your forehead, “My sweet doll, so perfect. So good for me. ‘m gonna take care of you.”
“You…bit me?” You gasp out, and she darts to the waterbottle on the nightstand, lifting your head, until you’re drinking in small sips. Your insides cool, and Sevika’s still staring at you, a little unfocused and wild.
She hums, “Yeah. You belong to me now. You’ll live with me…sleep with me, shower with me.” And her words are so soft, yet firm to the point they rattle your bones, making you sink into the bed. “You said yes.”
You aren’t sure of what to do. Somehow your brain can’t come up with any scenarios in which you’re apart from Sevika, and it feels so, so suffocating, and exhilarating, you’re crying again. Sevika croons at you, hand wrapping around your chin, licking your tear, “Shh…don’t cry, doll. I can’t have my wife crying…now, tell me who you belong to.”
“You,” You whimper, voice faltering, a shiver running down your spine. “Belong to you, and only you. ‘m your wife.”
You do move out of your shitty apartment, somewhere near Moonbuck. It’s sort of a hazy memory, the way Sevika inserts herself into your life, like she’s meant to be there by divine or human intervention. Like she’s etched her place beside you, and glued you to her skin.
You find your ‘lost’ panties a month into moving with her, and she doesn’t deny anything, and you don’t fight about it. But again, it’s not like you’re able to when she shoves them in your mouth and bends you over the counter, recounting every detail about how she protected you, her pretty barista, throughout those months.
a/n: 8.3k words again lol, I love when my work gets a little longer cause it makes me feel a little proud!! But I hope the smut makes up for the background info lol !! ty for reading :P
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I'd kill for a g!p Toph boosting his insecure wife's self-esteem after Lin's pregnancy changed her body (maybe Lin will soon have a little sister...)
Echoes in the Dark
Pairing: G!P Toph Beifong × Wife Reader
WC: 7k+
Synopsis: After weeks of disappearing into yourself Toph finally confronts you.
Warnings/Content: Postpartum Depression, Body Image Issues, Hurt/Comfort, Girl Penis, Toph has a Dick, P in V Sex, Smut, Lactation, Oral Sex, Emotional Sex, Praise Kink, Daddy Kink, Body Worship, Protective Toph, Gentle Dom Toph, Established Relationship, Parenthood, Healing Through Intimacy, Angst With Happy Ending, Mental Health Struggles, Emotional Vulnerability, Biting, Kissing, Disordered eating, Depression, Body dysmorphia.
Motherhood had changed your entire world faster than you could have ever understood. One day, your life had been your own. The next, there was a tiny, fragile baby relying on you for everything- food, warmth, comfort, love. The responsibility was overwhelming. Some days, it felt less like love and more like you were being swallowed whole by every new fear and insecurity that came with being a mother.
It had all started during those first grueling weeks when Lin would cry for hours without reprieve. Her sharp wails shattered the quiet of the house and lodged deep beneath your skin. You checked her diaper, made sure she was fed, burped her until your shoulders ached. You were doing everything exactly as you were supposed to. And still, she screamed until her little face flushed a furious red, leaving you helpless in the suffocating echoes of the nursery.
The constant noise and lack of sleep slowly chipped away at you, leaving you hollowed out and raw. You tried everything to soothe your daughter. You held Lin until your arms ached with exhaustion, rocked her until the room blurred around you, and sang every lullaby you could remember until your throat turned hoarse.
Each failed attempt left your nerves frayed thinner, frustration coiling beneath your skin as quiet, bitter tears slipped down your face while lin cried against your chest.
The helplessness became physical, something lodged beneath your ribs that only worsened every time you looked down at the child you loved so fiercely yet still couldn’t seem to comfort.
You began dissecting every part of yourself, spiraling into resentment of your own skin. Some days, you would stand motionless before the mirror in nothing but your underwear, ruthlessly cataloging every change to your body.
The extra weight felt impossible to ignore, the scale had become a bigger enemy than the voices in your head. Pale silver stretch marks tracked across your stomach, littering your once smooth skin in ways you couldn't fathom. If that weren't bad enough your hips had softened and widened. The fullness of your chest left your back sore by the end of each day.
You just didn't feel like yourself anymore.
The woman staring back from the glass looked like a stranger reshaped by a storm you were still trying to survive.
In a desperate attempt to reclaim some small sense of control, you began eating less, skipping meals without fully meaning to, and avoiding every mirror in the house as if your own reflection might wound you further. The emptiness in your stomach felt easier to tolerate than the heaviness in your chest.
And when Toph came home late at night tired, grime of the day still clinging to her clothes and her shoulders still tense from carrying the weight of an entire city, she still reached for you. Trying to bridge the growing distance between you before it became too wide to cross. But each time you pulled away. Not because you didn’t love her, or didn’t crave for her closeness.
The thought of her hands on a body you no longer recognized felt unbearable. She deserved better. You told yourself, you could be better.
You didn't want to burden her. Toph already carried the crushing weight of the precinct on her shoulders while adjusting to life with a newborn. You knew she was exhausted too, stretched thin in ways she rarely admitted. So you chose to retreat inward.
You memorized the exact layout of the house. Mapping out every uneven stone and floorboard that betrayed itself with the smallest creak.
When she was home helping with Lin, you used those silent paths to disappear into empty rooms and dark corners of the house, slipping away before she could notice you were gone. And when the voices in your head grew too loud, sharp with guilt, shame, and self-loathing. You locked yourself inside the bathroom and turned the faucet on, relying on the steady hiss of running water to swallow the sound of your crying.
But silence was never heavier than what Toph could feel through stone.
You could not hide the weary drag of your feet across the cold stone whenever your depression settled so deep into your bones that even breathing felt like pulling against wet earth. And you certainly could never truly hide from Toph.
Every single time you frantically wiped your face, cleared your throat or forced a hollow smile before she stepped through the door, it was done in vain. Toph could feel the sharp impact of your tears striking the floorboards from down the block, each drop sending a heartbreaking shudder through the stone. Through the earth, she tracked the exact second your spirit completely fractured, slumping in total defeat as you stared down at the clothes that no longer fit.
To a woman who experienced the entire world through vibration, your silence rang louder than any scream.
Toph felt it, the absence where you used to be. The way you had begun making yourself smaller, erasing pieces of your own existence until it felt as though you were slipping into a dark, lonely abyss even her hands could not reach and that terrified her. The thought of losing you, slowly, silently, while standing helplessly beside you settled deep in her soul.
She could no longer stomach sitting behind a desk at the precinct while the woman she loved unraveled inside her own skin.
That night, the bedroom door didn’t slam. It clicked shut with a soft, fragile finality that made the air feel smaller, sealing the two of you away from the rest of the world.
Toph stood near the entrance of your ensuite, her boots already discarded, bare feet pressed firmly against the stone floor as if grounding herself against the raw tremors vibrating through your body.
There was no hiding now, the distance between you had finally collapsed. Now beneath the sharp reflection of the full-body mirror, you felt unbearably exposed. You looked at her through the glass. Toph’s frame, usually rigid, stubborn, almost impossible to move, seemed slightly bowed. Not broken, but burdened. As though the quiet agony of your suffering had become something physical, a weight even she could not simply shoulder aside.
Her jaw was tight, you watched as her hands flexed once at her sides as if she was uncertain on what to do. For perhaps the first time since you had known her, Toph looked shaken, bent under the gravity of a pain she couldn't bend away.
She didn't storm across the room to break the silence. She moved with rare caution, her bare feet pressing softly into the stone as she tracked the terrified, erratic hammering of your heart against your ribs. She matched her stride to your panic, careful not to frighten you further.
When she reached you, she didn't grab you. She simply leaned her forehead against the space between your shoulder blades, her hands hovering inches from your hips as if touching you too quickly might shatter whatever fragile pieces of you remained.
The warmth of her breath bloomed against your bare skin, a stark contrast to the cold, defensive wall you had built around yourself. For a long moment, the only sound in the room was the uneven rhythm of your breathing.
“Please, I can feel you slipping away from me, sweetheart,” She confessed against your skin, the raw admission trembling in the quiet room. Her forehead remained pressed between your shoulder blades, her breath warm and uneven where it ghosted across your back. “And for the first time in my life.” Her voice caught, fragile in a way you had never heard before. “I don’t know what to do.”
The crack in her voice made your heart ache with violent, sudden force.
“You’re trying so hard to make me believe you’re okay.” Her voice lowered, thinner now, frayed by fear and exhaustion. “But the ground beneath your feet is mourning with you.”
Your eyes blurred with tears as she continued.
“You think if you stay quiet enough, you aren’t hurting anyone. But I am drowning out here, sweetheart, because every single day I feel you fading a little more inside this room.” Her voice tightened. “And it is breaking my heart.”
A single scalding tear slipped from Toph’s sightless eyes, trailing slowly down her cheek before falling onto your bare skin. It traced a burning path along the center of your spine, startling in its warmth. The devastating realization that she was crying for you, mourning you while you were still standing in front of her, shattered something deep inside your chest.
“Toph...” Her name broke apart as it left your lips.
Hearing her name made her chest heave sharply against your back. Toph's hands finally closed the remaining distance, her palms pressing flat against the soft curve of your hips with unyielding certainty. Toph didn’t pull away when you flinched. She only held you tighter, her touch careful but firm as she let you feel the grief running through her entire frame.
“You think I haven’t noticed?” Her voice cracked, rough and uneven. Her hands slid upward, spreading across your stomach where you had carried her child. They were shaking with a terrifying vulnerability that made your knees weaken.
“It doesn’t matter where I am in the city, baby,” She whispered. “I can feel the exact second you stand in front of that mirror and hate what you see. I can feel your heart straining just to keep you upright on mornings when getting out of bed feels impossible.”
“It hurts. Spirits, it hurts so much to feel the woman I love fading while I stand there useless. And for the first time in my life.” Her fingers tightened faintly against your waist. “I can’t earthbend you out of this. I don’t know how to fix it. And you won’t tell me what you need.”
A harsh sob tore free from her throat. Her head dropped heavily against your shoulder, her forehead pressing there as her fingers curled into the soft, changed skin of your waist. She held you as if she could somehow press her own strength into your bones, as if she could steady every fracture she had felt forming beneath your silence. Her tears came freely now, warm against your skin. Your own heart was thudding in your chest as you tried to calm your breathing.
“Please,” Toph pleaded against your neck, her voice finally breaking apart completely. “You gave me a family. You gave me Lin. Your body carried our daughter. It built our whole damn world, and it is the most beautiful thing I have ever felt.”
Her arms locked around you fiercely. “Stop punishing yourself for surviving this, Just, let me love you.”
The confession hung in the air between you. You leaned back into her, needing the solid warmth of her chest against your spine to know you were still anchored to the real world. Toph was the only one who could pull you out of this dark place. It had been so long since you felt anything except the weight of your own suffering.
Turning within the tight circle of her embrace you finally faced her. Your hands shook as they rose to cradle her neck, fingertips brushing damp skin and the sharp line of tension in her jaw. Toph’s face was fractured with emotion. Her lips were still parted, wet tear tracks still glistening across her cheeks.
“I'm sorry,” Your own tears finally spilled over as you looked into her eyes. “I'm so sorry, baby. I never meant to hurt you. I just didn't want to be a burden-”
Toph pulled you flush against her body with unwavering force. Through her pants, you could feel the unmistakable outline of her desire. It wasn't hardened, but rather a desperate, aching longing pressing against your thighs– a silent plea for you to stay with her in this world, to let her show you exactly how much she still craved you.
Toph slipped her strong arms under your knees and behind your back, lifting you off the cold stone floor in one smooth motion. The sudden weightlessness stole the breath from your lungs, forcing you to wrap your arms tightly around her neck. She held you against her chest, her muscles tight and unbending, refusing to let even a hair's breath of space come between you.
“You're not a burden,” Toph's voice was rough and thick with a fierce, protectiveness as she held you high against her heart. “You are my entire world. Don't you ever think that whatever darkness you're fighting is too much for me. I will hold you up and fight your demons alongside of you for the rest of my life if I have to. Just please don't hide from me anymore.”
She carried you out of the shadows of the ensuite, away from the mirror that had stolen enough of your soul, and toward the warmth and safety of the bed. Her bare feet navigated the floorboards with absolute certainty. When she gently lowered you onto the mattress, she followed instantly, crawling over you with a protective reverence that shut out everything beyond the two of you.
The solid weight of her frame hovered above yours, her forearms bracing her on either side of your head, boxing you into a sanctuary where nothing else could hurt you.
“I've got you,” Toph whispers roughly into the dark, her sightless eyes closed as she lowers her face to yours. “I'm right here, sweetheart. I'm not letting you go.”
Her lips finds yours in a slow, deep kiss that tastes of the salt of your combined tears and her fierce devotion. As her lips move over yours, her calloused hands slide down to the curves of your hips, intentionally grasping at the fullness of them you had tried so hard to hide under loose clothes.
The certainty of her touch is undeniable, breaking through the walls you had spent weeks building. The heat of her mouth against yours forced the chaos in your mind to recede, leaving only the sharp reality of her presence. Her fingers spread wide over your skin, claiming every changed line and soft curve not as a flaw, but as something precious she has been starving to hold.
Even pressed this close, you could still feel the undeniable intensity of her need for you, her hardening length was a reminder that while you had struggled to recognize yourself, Toph’s desire had never wavered.
Her lips left yours, but she didn’t pull away. She lingered there, forehead resting gently against yours for one long shared breath. In the stillness, you felt the steady beat of her heart before Toph moved lower.
With agonizing slowness, she presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, then another to the sharp curve of your jaw. Her movements are entirely deliberate, a silent vow to reclaim every inch of you from the depths of your depression. She moves down the sensitive column of your neck, easing tension from muscles that had stayed tight for far too long.
When her hands slid upward to cup the fullness of your breasts, she felt the sudden hitch in your breath. It was the familiar urge to hide, a sharp flare of shame suddenly overcomes you as they begin to leak milk.
But Toph doesn't pull away. She doesn't flinch or tense up with the disgust your mind had cruelly whispered. She only held you steadier, her thumbs tracing the beads of milk with a reverent tenderness. Toph's palms gently caress the slope of them as you both navigated through the shared vulnerability.
“See?” Toph murmurs, her breath hot against your chest as she leans down to press a worshipful kiss to the damp skin, completely unbothered. “You're feeding our daughter, sweetheart. You're keeping her alive. There is nothing about you right now that isn't absolutely perfect to me.”
Her mouth traces the aching slope of your breasts, tugging the remaining fabric down so she could take them fully into her mouth. Toph circles her tongue over your right breast, tenderly flicking the peaked nipple that was dripping your milk before drawing you softly into her waiting mouth while her calloused palm cups and lifts the other.
Toph continues kissing and sucking your swollen, oversensitive breast with a hunger that makes your eyelids flutter shut. There was no judgment in the way she worshipped you, and no pity in the way she soothes the sensitive skin with her hot tongue. You arched into her mouth as she suctioned her lips around your nipple and began to drink.
Breathy gasps erupted from your lips as Toph had become consumed by a raw, overwhelming hunger so fierce it burned right through your insecurities, replacing your shame with the undeniable reality of how deeply you are desired. Your entire body was buzzing as she attacked your breast with a tenderness only her mouth and hands could ever provide.
“Spirits, Toph… Baby-..” You moaned, your voice breaking as your hips instinctively lift from the mattress to grind into her. “Feels so good, fuck.”
Toph pauses for a moment, her lips hovering over your nipple. She swallows, tasting the rich, sweet warmth of your milk pooling on her tongue. Through your blurred vision, you see the remnants of her consumption glistening on her lips and the sight of her devouring you so completely had to be the sexiest thing you have ever seen.
“You taste so sweet baby,” Toph groans against your nipple as she goes in for another taste, sucking gently. Your fingers tangle in the sheets as the sensation of her mouth against you nearly pushes you over the edge.
Her breath was hot and ragged as she removes her lips and starts drinking from the other. Your moans had only gotten louder as the overstimulation makes your entire body flush with heat.
Toph gently lifts her head, releasing your nipple with a wet pop that sounded loud in the room. She rested her chin on your chest as she purred low and deep in her throat.
“Look at what you’ve done sweet girl. Your body didn't just change, it blossomed into something remarkable to sustain our daughter. This body is sacred to me. I have never craved, admired and loved you more than I do right now.”
“I love you too baby.” You sobbed, the last of your defenses completely shattering as she continues to devour your breast. “Please, Toph.. God, your mouth feels so good against me. Just love me, take all of me, remind me that I'm yours.”
Her hands slid down to your waist, calloused thumbs brushing over the silver stretch marks across your stomach. She followed the path of her fingers with slow, deliberate kisses, each touch reverent enough to make your breath catch. The same lines you had once stared at with bitterness were held now with a tenderness so fierce it nearly undid you.
She pauses, her cheek resting flat against your soft skin as her fingers trace a particularly deep mark near your hip. A low growl leaves her throat, vibrating directly against your core. It was the sound of an absolute, unyielding possession– a declaration that every mark left by your shared child belongs to her just as much as it belongs to you, and she intends to worship every single one of them.
“I can feel them beneath my fingers,” Toph's voice drops lower, warm against your skin as her lips trail along one of the tracks. “They feel like lightning bolts carved right into the stone. You think they're flaws? Baby, to me, they're the map of how you brought Lin to me. They’re smooth, beautiful, and they tell me exactly how strong your body had to be to expand our family.”
She presses a firm, open-mouthed kiss directly over the center of your belly, her tongue swirling against the texture of your skin with a deep, consuming reverence that makes your head snap back against the pillow as you squirm underneath her. The intensity of her worship completely rewrites the shame you felt, replacing it with the electric shock of raw, unfiltered desire.
Toph’s lips leave your stomach, but the heat of her presence remains entirely locked onto you. She shifts her weight, her strong, calloused hands sliding from your waist down to the tops of your thighs, applying a firm, unrelenting pressure that anchors your hips into the mattress.
Through her seismic sense, she felt the sudden flare of heat as the slick current of your arousal now drips down your thighs and onto the sheets. A smirk plays on her lips as she feels the vibrations of your racing heart and pulsing cunt through the mattress.
“That pretty pussy is already dripping for me isn't it?” Toph grunts softly, her fingers resting against the soft flesh of your thighs as she pulls you closer. “Dont worry baby I'm going to take such good care of you, make you cum so hard you wont be able to feel these gorgeous legs for atleast an hour afterwards. Every single inch of you is mine, and I'm going to make sure the love I have for you and this body is never forgotten.”
She hooks her fingers into the soft fabric of your underwear, slowly sliding the material down over your hips and thighs until it pools at your ankles, stripping away the very last barrier between you.
As the fabric falls away, the cool air of the room hits your cunt, but the chill is instantly chased away by the close, radiating heat of Toph's body. Her palms return to your bare hips, her touch solid, steady.
You arch your hips slightly into her, your hands moving up to grip her shoulders as you help pull her shirt off of her. Once she was bare against you, you tangle your fingers into her hair in an attempt to pull her flush against your aching cunt. The movement was an open invitation, a wordless surrender that tells her more than any broken plea could.
“Baby-” You whine, your body chasing the friction as the heat of her cheek against your inner thigh is dangerously close to where you needed her the most. “Please don't make me wait daddy. I've been so good I just want your cock.”
“I know, baby. Daddy's going to take such good care of you.” Toph murmurs, her voice a low, commanding rumble in the quiet of the room. “Keep your eyes on me.”
Even though her own sightless eyes are fixed on your aching core, the sheer authority in her tone makes you immediately obey, your eyes flicker onto her face. She shifts, her strong hands sliding up and down your legs before gripping the back of your thighs and parting them wide so you were completely exposed to her.
She leans in closer, the proximity making your heart race as you focus on the intensity in her expression. The moment her tongue made contact with your slick heat, it sent an electric current through your core. You fell back onto the pillows, no longer able to hold yourself up as the sensation became too much. Her tongue was hot and wet as it dragged slowly up your slit before circling around your clit and flicking it.
Toph's arms curled around your thighs keeping your legs open and your pussy lips spread as she ate you out like it was her last meal. Just the sight of her alone, between your legs, her tongue licking long greedy strokes up your cunt as she pressed her face deeper within your folds was enough to make your thighs shake.
Breathy, encouraging sounds left your parted lips. The pleasure taking over your entire body. You hadn't been touched in so long that you forgot how much you enjoyed the feel of her tongue. You were already so close to unraveling as Toph licked broad, firm strokes, delving deeper into your folds.
She knew exactly what areas to hit that would have you crying out, your thighs tightened around her as she licked her way back up to your clit and sucked, her tongue flicking and swirling around it, relishing the needy groans coming out of you.
Toph’s moans vibrated against your aching cunt as you rutted into her mouth, your legs falling apart as you spread yourself, willing her tongue to go impossibly deeper. She held you in place, curling her tongue as it pushed into your entrance. Your walls flutter as she fucked you slow and deep as you began to ride her face mercilessly.
Every single moan that vibrated between you was like music to Toph's ears. The slick current of your arousal dripped down her chin as the post pregnancy hormones made you wetter than you have ever been in your entire life. The sheets beneath you were already soaked and Toph hasn't even put her cock inside you yet.
Your hands carded in Toph's hair as she licked her way back up to your clit. The obscene sounds of her consumption filled the room mixed with your breathy exhales as she devoured every last drop of your arousal. Your eyes slammed shut as the pressure building in your belly was just too much.
As if she could feel your gaze being pulled away from her, Toph halted, her chin resting on your thigh as she looked up at you.
“Eyes on me,” She ordered, her voice a low, gravelly command that vibrated against your cunt. “I want you to look at me while I worship you. I need you to see it, so you never forget just how much I crave you.”
Tears stung your eyes as you shakily nodded, knowing she couldn't see it. Toph didn't wait for your response, the moment she felt your darkened, lust filled gaze back on her she dove back in, now with a single minded focus to make you come. Toph sucked the tip of your clit, fluctuating between kittens licks and firm strokes as two of her thick fingers entered you and curled.
Your hips lifted off the bed but her muscular arm across your stomach forced you down. Pressing you firmly into the mattress as you flutter around her fingers with each devastating thrust. She was fucking you slowly, there was no rush in the way she brushed against you inner walls, twisting her fingers inside of you. She gave you exactly what you needed with the right amount of pressure. Her thrusts were purposeful and deep as she hit that sensitive spot inside you that had your eyes rolling back.
And when you came, it was with a soft cry, tears streamed down your face as your body convulsed and your cunt clenched around her fingers that were curled deep inside of you, stroking that spongy spot that got you every time.
Toph talked you through it, whispered her encouragement and praise for how brave you were and how much she loved you. It was so deeply intimate, and as your body came down from the high, your hunger still wasn't sated. You needed your wife's cock, you needed her to fill you up, make you whole again.
You pulled her up your body, her arms on either side of you as you roughly pulled her down for a deep, sensual kiss as you felt the parts of your spirit that had been broken repair themselves in the reflection of her love.
Toph kisses you messily as her tongue slid into your mouth, licking and sucking on yours as she allowed you to taste your own wetness on her tongue. Your hands slid across her neck, mapping every inch of her build. You dragged your fingers along her shoulders and sides, splaying down her back that was flexing under her touch. Your hands eventually found what they were searching for and slid into her boxers as you gave her hardened cock a gentle squeeze as it pulses in your hand.
“Fuck” Toph mewled, her forehead dropping to yours as you slid her boxes down, allowing her thick cock to spring free. “You have no idea what you're doing to me sweetheart.”
You stroked her cock, fisting it at the tip as your thumb swiped the beads of precum that decorated the slit. Toph hips buckled, she rocked into your hand as you continue to pump her cock that was twitching in your palm.
“I have some idea. I want to take care of you daddy, Only you can fill me up the way I need.” You were basically drooling as her cock responded with a heavy pulse that made Toph groan deep in her throat. “I missed your cock so much, please fuck me baby.”
You gave her one last stroke before guiding her thick veiny cock into your sopping cunt. Your entire body tightened as she entered you slowly inch by inch as her engorged shaft spread you wide. You could feel each twitch of her pulsing cock as your walls hugged the curve of it that was now buried so deep inside of you, you could feel it in your cervix.
Her hands gripped the sheets on either side of your hips as she allowed the burn to settle for you. It had been long, and she wanted to make sure you were okay.
Your hands slammed into her shoulders as another gush of your wetness seeped out of your cunt now that she had bottomed out. Your walls constricted around her cock as Toph groaned deep in her throat.
“Fuck, baby, you're so tight around my cock.” Toph's voice was hoarse as she slowly started to move her hips. “Shit you're clenching around me so hard I can barely move. You've been aching for my cock havent you? This is all you wanted, for me to be buried inside of you, make you feel good.”
“Yes baby needed your cock.” You babbled, your head was strewn back against the pillows, baring your throat to her as she thrust in and out of you. She made you feel so full, Toph's cock was so big that with each drag against your walls you could feel her pulse and twitch in time with your flutters as her cock sunk into you with a heavy heat. “You're so fucking deep baby I can feel you everywhere fuck. This pussy is yours.”
She didn't rush, Toph fucked you slow and deep. Coming almost completely out of you to the point you're whining and begging for her fullness again before she thrust back in with more purpose. It was dizzying, how good it felt to be taken by her like this again.
How well Toph knew your body and what areas to hit as she pressed your thighs together and held you in place as she fucked your tight cunt. Her hips stuttered with each drag against your inner walls as you both were approaching a powerful release fast.
“You're fucking me so good baby I'm so close.” You moan as your nails drag along her biceps and down to her wrist that were firmly on the back of your thighs as she sunk deeper into your cunt hitting that perfect spot inside you that had you seeing stars. “Toph- fuck just like that baby fuck me.”
Every thrust inside you made another wet sound pull from your cunt. Your heated gaze flickered from Toph who was groaning above you to between your slick bodies, watching as her cock disappeared inside of you as more of your creamy slick covered the base with each thrust.
Your thighs trembled as your orgasm approached. You gripped Toph's arms that were holding you firmly in place as she picked up speed, setting a relentless rhythm as she slammed into you repeatedly.
"You're so perfect baby, you're taking me so well can you feel yourself clenching around me baby?" Toph grits out, her hips stuttering as her cock twitches inside of you causing you to cry out. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
Toph leans down for a kiss and the angle changes, you can feel her more as she drives into you cunt with renewed purpose. Each deliberate stroke an act of her devotion as she fucked you hard and fast.
“I love you so fucking much baby girl.” She pants against your lips. “Tell me you'll never forget, no matter how hard it gets you'll never doubt how much I love you.”
“Fuck,” You whimper, your nails digging into her arms as she continues thrusting into you with reverence. “I won't baby, I promise just please let me come, make me forget.”
Toph buried her face into the crook of your neck, her arms locking onto the back of your thighs as her thrust became shallow. Toph was giving you everything that she had as she lost herself to the feel of your hot, dripping cunt wrapped around her. The force of each stroke had you sliding up the bed as she fucked you into the mattress with abandon.
You clawed at her back, as your fingers tugged in her hair. The sounds of your squelching pussy filled the room with your ragged breaths as she repeatedly hit that sensitive spot inside of you that pushed you over the edge.
You turn your neck so you could kiss the side of her mouth, needing her to swallow your moans that were growing too loud for a home with a newborn in it. Your lips really couldnt connect fully at this angle but Toph's tongue darted out as you sucked on it.
“Don't stop,” You rasp, your voice a low command that vibrates through her. “Don't you dare stop I’m coming-”
The heels of your feet slammed into her backside as your hips lifted to meet her thrust, your orgasm ripples through you. Your walls clamped down on her cock so hard that it pushed toph over the edge with you. Thick hot ropes of her cum painted your walls that were fluttering around her pulsing cock. You felt the sting of her teeth as Toph bit into the fleshy part of your neck to stifle her own moans as your body shuddered violently around her from a powerful orgasm that milked her for everything she had.
Her hips slowed, as your nails continued to dig into her. She was drawing out each aftershocks as her warm cum filled you causing a content sigh to break from your throat. You both laid there panting until Toph's cock softened inside you as the last of her cum seeped out of her.
Toph rolled off of you carefully before shifting beside you and pulling you firmly into her arms. Her skin was still damp, and flushed as the lingering heat between you settled into something quieter, heavier. The room smelled of sweat, sex and exhaustion. You were both breathless and in desperate need of sleep and a long shower.
But the second Toph tucked you against her chest, none of that seemed to matter. A powerful rush of emotion hit you so suddenly it nearly hurt. Your fingers curled weakly into her side as she wrapped herself around you, solid and unshakable, one hand moving slowly along your back while her heartbeat thudded steady beneath your ear strong and familiar. The sound of it grounded you in a way nothing else had in weeks.
You couldn't believe how lucky you were to be married to this woman and experience a love like this. No matter how dark your thoughts had become, or how deeply you had begun to resent your own reflection, Toph found a way to make you feel understood.
She didnt brush aside your pain or make you feel foolish for falling apart under the crushing weight of grief, motherhood, and self-hatred. She had stayed beside you through the silence, distance and every tear you swallowed before it could fall.
Tonight, she had loved you with such fierce certainty. Proving that even when you could no longer recognize yourself, she still did. You curled up against her, your throat tightening as tears finally slipped free, hot and endless against her skin. Toph only pulled you closer, resting her chin atop your head while her fingers traced slow, absent circles over your spine, soothing something far deeper than physical hurt.
For the first time in what felt like forever, you allowed yourself to believe what she had been trying so desperately to show you. That maybe you weren't ruined. That this changed body was not something to grieve, but something still worthy of softness, care, and love. That even after everything, after the pain, the distance, and the parts of yourself you no longer recognized, you were still someone worth holding onto.
Toph's hands slid upward, gently curling around your chin where it rested against her shoulder, guiding your face back toward hers with quiet insistence. Though her touch was firm, there was nothing harsh in it, only tenderness and that steady care she always seemed to carry for you and now Lin.
Toph leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, lingering there for a moment before pulling back just enough for her thumb to brush slowly across the damp skin of your cheek, wiping away the last trace of tears.
“Talk to me,” Toph said, her voice low and warm, her forehead nearly brushing yours. “How’re you feeling, baby?”
The question hit harder than you expected. Not from difficulty, but from the simple fact that the answer didn’t feel trapped beneath pain.
“Good,” You admitted, the honesty settling into your voice with surprising ease. Your fingers curled tighter against her skin as emotion tightened in your throat. “Really good, baby.” A slow breath left you before your expression softened. “And, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was struggling sooner.”
Your eyes lowered briefly before lifting back toward her.
“I kept thinking I could carry it on my own. That if I stayed quiet long enough, I’d figure it out.” Your voice thinned with guilt. “But by the time I realized I couldn’t I was already sinking.”
Toph’s expression changed, something softer pulling at the sharp edges of her face. Her thumb brushed beneath your eye, catching the tear that slipped free before her hand moved to the back of your neck, keeping you close.
“You really thought you had to carry all of that alone?” She asked, her voice rough and laced with hurt.
“You don’t have to do that with me.” Her grip tightened slightly at your waist. “Next time, you talk to me. I don’t care if it’s messy. I don’t care if you’re falling apart.” Her fingers slid along your jaw, slow and certain. “Let me be there.”
“I will, Toph. I swear. ” You promised quickly, lifting your hand to brush your thumb along the corner of her mouth. “It won’t happen again.”
Toph gave a quiet hum, her fingers moving slowly along the curve of your lower back, soothing and familiar.
“I asked Suki and Sokka to take Lin for a few days,” Toph tells you after another long moment. “Just if we want it. You need rest, and we haven’t had time to just be together in a while.”
Her hand paused before sliding back over your skin. “Allow me to pamper you for a little bit, baby. You deserve to be taken care of too.”
Your teeth caught your bottom lip as uncertainty twisted low in your chest. It sounded good, sleep, quiet, time to breathe. But the thought of being away from Lin made something ache inside you. You had grown so used to hearing her small sounds from the next room, knowing she was close enough to reach whenever you needed her. Your overactive mind was already listing all the things that could go wrong, and Toph felt the slight jump in your pulse immediately.
“It’s not set in stone,” She assured, gently squeezing your side to ease your worries. “We can visit her whenever you want. She’s still ours, baby. She’d just be spending a few days getting spoiled by her aunt and uncle.”
A reluctant smile pulled at your lips as you leaned further into her touch. “Okay, I can’t promise I won’t beg you to go get her after a day but I’ll try.”
“That’s all I’m asking for.” A small smile crept onto her llips before she leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. You watched as her head tilted slightly, picking up the familiar rhythm from the next room. “Now come on. Let’s get you cleaned up. I can feel her little heartbeat kicking up- she’s about two seconds away from screaming for a bottle.”
This time, the thought of getting up didn’t fill you with dread. Warmth unfurled slowly through your chest, followed by a quiet pull toward your daughter that no longer felt tangled with fear. You knew this didn’t mean everything was suddenly fixed, the pain wouldn’t vanish overnight, and there would still be difficult days waiting for you.
But now, that truth didn’t feel so unbearable. You finally understood something you hadn’t allowed yourself to before. You didn’t have to carry any of it alone. Toph would be beside you through it all and somehow, knowing that felt like enough.
AN: Sorry this took so long anon. I hope the wait was worth it this story is very dear to my heart. ❤️
content: modern au, beefy!toph, bimbo!reader, first time meeting, both of you are kinda bitchy, no relationship (yet).. idk that’s all i can list
summary: you confront the pervert who won’t stop looking at your tits.. or not?
author’s note: i have a fluffier drabble up with a similar prompt! where you’re toph’s gyaru gf and eat sushi off her biceps ;) check it out here! also note that this is a modern au so don’t come at me if she’s slightly OOC.. i tried my best..
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the word “overdressed” simply did not exist in your vocabulary; skimpy clothes and fun accessories are what life’s about!
you relished the attention every time you went out, whether it was a cute girl whistling appreciatively or a scandalized old couple glaring at you like your presence itself was blasphemous.
nails long enough to inconvenience, big wild hair that you always doused with even more volume spray (no hair’s ever too big!!), mini skirt that rode up with the tiniest movement, stacked layers of jewelry looped around your neck, wrists, ankles; even your abdomen, with colorful waist beads that laid below your pierced navel.
with all that jingling, your friends often said they heard you before they saw you; you were recognizable by the very sway of your hips.
there you were now, legs crossed, scrolling on your phone as you rode the bus home. you could feel some people’s fleeting glances your way, and hell if you didn’t enjoy it each and every time. you’d grown used to acting unbothered, biting back a smile, like you didn’t notice all the attention on you — but you clearly knew what you were doing. if you noticed a particularly pretty girl looking at you from afar, you’d innocently fan yourself, using inexistent heat as an excuse to bunch up the hair hiding your back and nape, exposing more skin for her curious gaze.
of course, you’d always act surprised and flattered when she’d later come up to ask for your number. so easy.
and right now, your next likely prey was the quite attractive woman sitting in front of you. even though you pretended to be busy on your phone, you were hyperaware of her eyes on you. well, more specifically, on your tits.
you didn’t mind— hell, you even slightly leaned forward to accentuate your cleavage. after all, she was hot; buff arms resting behind her head, white tank top snug against her abs, long dark tousled hair, sweatpant-clad legs spread wide enough to bother the men on her sides. a potential fling.
you waited for a good while, but she made no move on you yet. she was just ogling you! ogling so hard that it was pretty difficult to act like you didn’t notice it.
that pissed you off. sure, you liked attention, but this was just a pervert. her eyes were drilling holes into your chest, and she didn’t even bother to glance up at your face once!
you decided to go for another approach, this time looking up at her yourself. maybe if you gave her attention first, she’d get embarrassed and properly hit on you or something.
you gave her one of your sultry smiles, tilting your head to further expose the delicate slope of your shoulder — then your eye twitched. she was still staring at your tits!
you huffed, now flustered, and sat up straight, pulling your top up so she could get the hint and drop it. jesus, did she have no shame?
her gaze lingered, and you felt your blood boil. what the fuck was her problem?
“stop staring, weirdo,” you finally barked, crossing your arms over your chest. that earns absolutely no answer from her, her eyes still stubbornly set on the swell of your breasts. seriously??
you scoffed, “hey, i said stop staring!” your voice raised up a notch, making some heads turn towards you. and even then, she did not budge. oh, that was it.
you got up from your seat, glaring down at her, “i’m talking to you, you fucking pervert. i said, stop staring at me!”
her eyes fluttered into a soft blink, her attention piqued, but she did not address you yet. by now, everybody was watching the scene unfold, and the embarrassment of being the only one speaking had heat creeping up your cheeks.
“stop acting so oblivious, you— you— you weirdo!” you stammered, anger rolling off you in hot waves, stepping closer to crowd the wide open space between her legs.
she looks up at you — well, more like at your chest again. you swore you felt a blood vessel burst in your brain right now. “are you talking to me?” she asks at last, voice low and genuine, casually making conversation with your tits.
“o-of course you! fucking pervert!” you scowled, voice cracked and high-pitched; all eyes were on you now. if there was one thing you hated more than perverts, it was the shameless ones who didn’t even try to hide it.
did she just expect you to be one of those shy scared girls who’ll just take it? wrong fucking person.
“you’re such a pig! i don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but you can’t just leer at a random girl’s boobs for the whole ride, then act all dumb— ah ah!” you interrupt her when her lips part, seemingly about to protest.
“no! i know what you’re gonna say. you think because i’m dressed like this, so slutty and revealing, it’s fine to look at me however you want?” you scoff, jabbing your finger into her chest harshly. “well that’s not how it works, you fucking sicko. and just because you’re a woman doesn’t make it any less creepy. the way i dress is not an invitation to sexually harass me, no matter how attractive i am.”
she frowns, mouth opening again, “but i—”
“nuh-uh— don’t even try!” you cut her off again, giving her another shove, “now that i exposed you, you’re going to play the confused victim? where was your shame when your eyes were literally stripping me naked a few seconds ago? or do you only remember it when you get caught, huh?”
a heavy silence filled the bus when you finished your loud rant. you were almost panting, heart thudding hard enough to shatter your ribs, hands shaky with nervousness and irritation. you weren’t just going to let this shit slide.
she stayed quiet until she was sure you had nothing left to say, then lazily scratched her head. “… i’m blind.”
…
that was one hell of a slap in the face. you expected many things to leave her mouth, but never could you have possibly predicted this one.
all the passengers immediately started whispering, many throwing you dirty looks and pitying the unbothered woman before you. you clenched your fists, chewing at your bottom lip, digging crescent shapes into your hands. you wished the bus would just crash right now to relieve you from this humiliation. you didn’t even know what to do or say in this situation.
“i—” you started, a guilty frown tugging at your features, still standing between her spread thighs, “i-i didn’t—”
she only cooed, sweetly waving you off, “aw, you didn’t know. that’s okay, no need to apologize. maybe next time, hold your horses and don’t be such a self-centered little bitch right off the bat, hm?”
you blinked. what?
“excuse me?”
“you’re excused.”
your brows furrowed, defensive again, “i’m not any of that. h-how was i supposed to know your intentions? all i saw was that you were ogling me! my reaction was warranted.”
she sighed, shaking her head like you were some disobedient child, “i told you i’m blind, and you still won’t take responsibility for the trouble you caused? just how entitled are you? all this ruckus over your tits. if i actually had sight and wanted to see some that bad, i sure as hell wouldn’t stare at yours. i don’t know why you think you’re such a hot shot.”
“i—!” you felt your cheeks flush at the quiet snickers around you, nails sinking deeper into your palms. “i-i’m not—”
she smiled, smug and taunting, and nudged your leg with her knee, “it’s okay. just save yourself the embarrassment, and go sit back down, yeah? the bus is still moving, you could trip.”
this wasn’t fair, at all. you felt tears pricking at your eyes. this wasn’t your fault! how were you supposed to know that she was blind!? this is how any normal person would react to a pervert! you wanted to argue further, somehow salvage this whole thing, but at the end of the day, you were the one at fault. you made a scene, and these were the consequences.
“i-i know i made a mistake,” you swallowed, trying to steel yourself, “but you don’t have the right to insult me. i didn’t do this on purpose, i didn’t know.”
“aw,” she crooned, her smile widening, “too bad. if you can make assumptions about me, then so can i. oh no, are you going to cry?”
that pulled a muffled sob out of you. you frantically rubbed at your eyes, mortified, “n-no i’m not! i.. i understand i was wrong, i just—”
“then sit.” she spat as she leaned back against her seat, looking bored. “if you know you’re wrong, shut up and get a move on. you’re bothering me.”
the longer this went on, the more of a spectacle you made of yourself. you could even hear phones being pulled out of bags, some discreetly recording the whole ordeal. this was definitely going into the list of embarrassing moments you’ll think of every night for the rest of your life.
“.. sorry,” you mumbled before deciding on sitting back down, refusing to look up from your lap. your fingers curled around the fabric of your skirt, deeply upset, as you tried ignoring the jokes circulating around you.
you counted the agonizingly long seconds left until you got home.
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the second the bus read out your stop, you instantly got up, excusing yourself as you squirmed through the gaps between the leaving passengers, desperate to get away as quickly as possible.
you finally hopped off with a relieved sigh, adjusting your clothes, face still red with shame. ugh, whatever, everybody in that bus will eventually forget about you anyway, and it’s not like you were going to see her again. no use dwelling on it.
you adjusted the heel strap that had been painfully digging into your calf, then started walking to your house.
“well well, if it isn’t jingle bells.” you squealed at the sudden voice pitching up behind you, startled, quickly turning back to face them — too quickly — only to end up tripping over yourself. you forgot you were wearing your seven inch platform heels.
the abrupt movement caused you to plop down right on your butt, as a god awful pain licked up your now probably twisted ankle to your spine, earning a loud wail from you.
“.. what the hell?” this time, you looked up at the source of the low voice. of course, what were the chances? there she was, her hands deep in the pockets of her sweats, her sightless eyes set on some place over your shoulder. “you’re so jumpy.”
you scoffed, rubbing at your ankle, “what do you want? i already said sorry, leave me alone.”
“so, you live around here too?”
a vein bulged through your forehead. why was she acting like nothing happened?
“yeah. wow, that’s great. same stop. i’m so happy.” you grumbled sarcastically, taking off your shoe to properly inspect the bruise.
she stayed quiet as you felt around the throbbing skin, biting back pained whimpers.
“is this entertaining to you?” you asked after a few minutes of her silently looming over you while you tended to your sprain.
she hummed, not moving an inch, “not really.”
“how did you even recognize me? aren’t you blind?”
“please, you sound like a fucking christmas tree when you walk. you’re a blind person’s dream.”
“…shut up.”
you exhaled, almost done. you just needed some sort of cloth to wrap it up nice and tight.. you reached for your ridiculously tiny bag, opening it, but oh who were you kidding— when did you ever carry anything other than lip gloss?
“need something?” she chimed in, picking up on the sound of your irritated rummaging.
“ugh, i just want some cloth or tissue to wrap around my foot, but i don’t have anything on me. all i carry with me are useless, useless things. always. seriously, why do i do that?”
she quietly listened to your continued rambling as you pressed down on your ankle with your own hands, when the sound of fabric ripping reached your ears. the moment you decided to lift your head, a torn white piece of cloth landed right on your face.
“it should do,” she casually put her hands back in her pockets. you grabbed it off your eyes, looking up at her, and noticed the wide tear on her tank top. and her now deliciously exposed abs.
you cleared your throat, and for a moment you were glad she was blind and couldn’t see how distracted you were by her muscles (after that whole fight about her “leering”.. talk about hypocrisy.) “t-thank you, you didn’t have to.”
she shrugged, “you’re miserable. just doing charity work.”
could she not be normal for one minute? you sighed, setting your protests to the side for now, grateful for the help, and wrapped the obtained fabric over your swollen flesh.
“what street are you on?”
“oh,” you looked behind you, pointing at the small alley to your right, “that one.”
she huffed, unamused, “i’m blind.”
“oh, right.” you blushed, “i live next to betty’s bakery.”
she grinned, leaning down, “i’m always at betty’s bakery.”
and just like that, right there in the middle of the street, as if the past hour didn’t happen at all, you bonded over chocolate pastries.
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the cold pavement was starting to freeze your poor butt, especially with how tiny your skirt was, so you shifted on your hands and knees, cautiously getting up.
“son of a bitch!” you cursed when you let your injured foot touch the floor, a hot sting rippling through your limb, causing you to immediately lift it off again. you rested your hand on her shoulder for balance, standing on your one good leg.
her hand found the curve of your waist, pulling you closer, “careful, ankle sprains hurt like hell.” she feels around the ground to find your discarded heel and picks it up as well, “especially with shoes this big. jesus, why do you even need this? has to be height-fishing.”
you scoffed, “that’s not even a word.”
“well, it should be. just for you, actually.”
“shut up. they’re cute platforms and— ah!” you yelped as you felt your entire body get swept up in the air. her right arm hooked under your lower back, picking you up bridal style with ease, using only one hand, while she held your shoe with her free one.
“woah,” she squeezed your bare thigh, a sly smirk tugging at her lips, “you really are wearing nothing. no wonder you thought i was ogling you.”
“y—you—” you felt all your words melt into goo, growing redder as you stammered, feeling her buff, thick forearms curl against your naked flesh. your brain short-circuited.
“hold on tight,” she added, adjusting you in her grasp to slot you perfectly against her chest, then began walking. “watch my steps for me though. i can carry you, but i sure as hell can’t see where i’m going.”
that snapped you out of your stupor with a small chuckle, nervously wrapping your arms around her neck, “alright, thanks.”
you clung to her, a pleasant silence settling between you both, the only sound filling the background being the clinking of your bangles.
“you’re not that much of a bitch, jingle bells.” she finally spoke, a smug smile on her face.
you breathed out a laugh, “and you’re not a pervert, i guess.”
she chuckled, giving your ass an approving squeeze.
you rolled your eyes, “or maybe you are.”
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* mm.. the dillema.. make it a series or not.. maybe.. maybe not..
disclaimer: this will probably be the last thing i post for now until exam szn gets lighter </3 i gotta lock in this week.. will come back soon with the knight!toph fic i promise!! wish me luck please
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