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I think the reason why Toph had kids without bothering about the dads was for the Beifong fortune.
Like it's her doing the bare minimum for her family. She was an only child and not really living in the way her mom and dad wanted for her to.
And having kids to inherit her inheritance and her name sounds like her trying her hands at being a responsible heir, without losing the freedom she chose for herself.
Kinda bit irresponsible mindset to have as a parent. But then again she did not have that great parentage herself.
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 iâm a whore :((
summary: your wifeâs been neglecting you, so you decide to get her attention one way or another. and of course, she reminds you who the fuck youâre married to.
!!! disclaimer: iâm ovulating, so tread with CAUTION!! this is my longest work and it doesnât even have a plot. yeah iâll go end my life
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 couldnât 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.
sheâd often snap at you for calling her at work, scolding you for how unprofessional you made her seem, but then youâd apologize so sweetly and whine about how much you missed her so needily that sheâd 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 youâd get as soon as the line connected was âhang up. talk to you later.â and of course, that âlaterâ would rarely come.
if she wasnât going to give you proper attention, you were more than petty enough to make her regret that.
she thought your well-intended calls were âunprofessionalâ? oh, you were going to show her what unprofessional meant alright.
your fingers swiftly dialed her officeâs number, holding the phone snug against your face, readying yourself.
beep.
âhello, chief beifongâs office here.â you smiled at her assistantâs voice.
âplease,â you let out a soft breathy moan, âi need toph.. immediately. mhh, put her on the line.. itâs an emergency, please. hurry.â
you heard the poor assistantâs flustered gasp, her voice lowering to a whisper, âe-excuse me? who is this? chief beifong is busy. this is not funnyââ
âah, please,â you whimpered louder, âthis is her wife. please, put her through, right now. i canât.. hold on much longer.. mmph..â
you had to bite back a laugh as you heard her scandalized tapping away on the phone pad, murmuring a quiet âi donât get paid enough for thisâ under her breath before a sharp click interrupts all sound.
a short pause followed suit, then erupted the voice youâd been longing to hear all this time. âbeifong here. in a meeting, so make it quick.â
bingo. that meant she likely had her coworkers nearby.
âtophhh..â you drawled out, hearing her breath hitch. you pressed the phone tight against your lips, gasping out a small whine, âmmh, toph, i need you so badly.. need your hands all over me.. i miss yourââ
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 sheâd 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 sheâd just deny it all, reframing the entire context into something more innocent?
she deserved it. if she found you embarrassing for simply calling her, youâd go ahead and show her true embarrassment.
you get up, your smile only widening the more you imagined her flustered face as sheâd try and justify the mess you got her into, then you decide to get started on laundry.
youâre 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. âyes? who is it?â
no answer.
you scoff, âhaha, very funny. if this is one of you kids again, iâm coming to kick your sorry butts next time!â
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, âugh! i told you i would kick yourâ .. ah..â
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 â 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 didnât 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. âiâll count to ten.â
you stopped breathing.
you blinked, panic brutally setting in, âhuh? no no no, toph please, wait, iââ
âten.â 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, ânine.â
you didnât 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.
âfive.â her voice resounds from the entrance, reaching you even a floor away.
the bathtub? the closet? the kitchen pantry? the problem was that youâd exhausted all those options before.
âfour.â
you rush to your room, not closing the door so its shutting âclickâ wouldnât reach her ears, as you crawl under the bed. it wasnât an extraordinary spot, but it was the furthest one in the house.
you thought of it as reverse psychology too â your other spots were often always in the first floor, all witty and well-chosen â so maybe sheâd suspect this one last.
the hiding place didnât even have to be some perfect place that fully concealed you â 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, itâd 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 sheâd find you, time would be up.
âone.â you heard the frame give out under her death grip, loudly crashing down on the ground.
you gulped.
âiâm coming, ready or not!â
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 wouldnât get here in under three minutes.
drawers were being pulled. cabinets opened. fabric rustled.
âwhereâs my sweet baby?â she cooed, voice deceptively sweet, followed suit by a terrifying door slam that had the entire house shaking. âwhereâs my sweet, needy baby who wants my attention so badly? hmm?â
you swallowed, curling in on yourself, your cheek pressed against the cold tiles of your room.
âwhere is she? the sweet, sweet girl who thought embarrassing me was a great idea? hmm? i wonder.â
you counted down two minutes in your head, a shaky sigh escaping your lips. just one more minute to go â or less, even â and she was still on the bottom floor. you still had a chance.
âah,â a humorless chuckle rumbled through her throat, her steps coming to a halt, âsounds like somebodyâs hyperventilating upstairs. in our room, actually.â
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.
ânow,â you have to bite back a scream when her shoes come into view, walking into the room, âwhereâs my bunny? youâre muffling your breathing, hm? smart girl.â
she roughly opens the closet, feeling up the clothes.
ten seconds left. please, please, time, go faster.
âaw, shucks,â she dramatically sighs, heading back towards the door, âi guess my darlingâs not here. i must have heard things.â
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.
âthere she is,â a firm hand suddenly shot out, finding your ankle. a startled scream rips through your throat as youâre dragged out from under the bed.
âaw,â she laughs, and itâs not kind. âcouldnât muffle your heartbeat though, could you?â
your head spinned from the sheer fear, her teal eyes set on you with such terrifying accuracy you wouldnât think her blind.
you trembled, her fingers tightening around your ankle, cutting blood flow to your foot, ât-toph, please, just listen tââ
âbe quiet.â 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.
âyou lost,â she threw your head against the bed, and you scrambled up to get on it properly, âand you know the rules.â
you squirm, wrists pinned above your head so tightly you thought theyâd crack, as she crawls on top of you, âmmphâ tophââ
âshut up,â 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.
âwhoops,â she huffs, clearly lying. âbad aim.â
you canât 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.
âopen them,â she whispers softly, smearing the saliva over your shut eyelids. you want to cry.
when she doesnât 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, âare you disobeying me?â
ân-no!â you quickly reply, shaking beneath her touch, âiâm.. not..â you try, slowly cracking them open, biting back a sob at the burning sting as the saliva seeps in.
she scoffs, impatient. you donât 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, âthere. well open. much better.â
you stare at her, baffled and deeply upset. you knew sheâd punish you, but you didnât 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.
âtoph.â you use up all the strength you have to spit her name firmly, and that does catch her attention. bad or good, you couldnât tell yet.
she silently gazes down at you, and you clear your throat, âl-listen, i know i.. shouldnât have.. um, done what i did.. b-but this isnât entirely my fault! iâi just needed you! youâve been gone for over a week, and you didnât evenââ
âah,â she cuts you off, thumb swiping over your bottom lip, a small smile tugging at her lips. âso you just wanted my attention, hm? just wanted me to touch you, sweet baby?â
she was actually listening to you?
you blink, a little surprised, then eagerly nod, âyes! yes, itâs all i wanted, tophie. i never meant toââ
âalright,â she interrupts you again, her voice uncharacteristically airy as her hands find your thighs, âiâll touch you, then. if my touch is what made my poor, innocent wife pull that very bratty stunt, iâll take responsibility.â
she slots herself between your legs, then fumbles with the belt of her uniform, and you note the hazy look in her eyes, âiâll give it to you, baby. oh, iâll give it to you so good. so good youâll never want it again.â
what?
you donât 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. âare you ready?â
âaâah! toph!!â you desperately cry out, tears streaming down your face as you grind down on her palm. she stripped you down to only your panties â the one item you wanted her to take off the most â 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 youâd only cry harder.
âyou wanted my touch,â she sighs, condescendingly patting your aching pussy, âthere you go. iâm touching you.â
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.
âplease..â you pleaded, rutting up against the base of her palm for some friction, âi-i canât do this. please, i need you toâ mmph.. p-properly touch.. mm.. me..â
âno you donât,â she argues simply, and her hand digs into your clit, earning a startled gasp of pleasure from you, âthis is all youâll get, and you will cum from it.â
you whimper, writhing, shamelessly riding her palm, âpâplease! j-just your fingersâ ahh..â in me, pleaseââ
âno.â 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, sheâd move her hand, only allowing you to use her stupid, useless palm.
âtoph, please..â even your crying got weaker now, your voice hoarse, begging for reprieve, âiâ i canât cum like this, and you know it..â
she tuts, âthat a challenge, sweet girl?â
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.
âtâtoph??â you mewl, confused and aroused. was she half-fingering you with your panties still on?? what the hell was she doing?
âyou will cum like this,â 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, âyou will cum like this.â
youâll 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 â you donât know which one of them had you gushing all over her hand immediately.
you donât even process it until she laughs, disgusted and mocking, âwell, you certainly didnât keep me waiting. look at the mess you made, you slut.â
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, âyou even ruined your pretty, pretty panties. isnât that a shame?â
she plays with the hem of them, then sighs, âarenât 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? youâre so ungrateful.â
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 didnât 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.
ânot even answering me now?â you gasp in pain, one of your peaked nipples caught between her fingers. she tuts, giving it a hard tug, âiâm so, so disappointed in you.â
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.
ârighttt..â her hands find your panties again, and she pats your hips, âlift them up.â
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.
âgood enough,â 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 doesnât 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 thatâs when it clicks. she just gagged you with your own used panties!
âmmhââ you try to spit them out, flustered, but she scoffs, giving you a light slap on the cheek as she shoves them back in, âtheyâre my gift for you, slut. first, you ruin them, and now you wonât even take them back? since when did you get so bad?â
you were blushing furiously now, baffled and completely taken off-guard. she taps your temple, smiling down at you, âtaste what the base of my palm alone did to you, my little whore. not even a bitch in heat would come that fast.â
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.
âwho the fuck allowed you to speak?â she spat, one of her hands slipping to lower her pants enough to free her hard, flushed dick, âput them back in. i donât want to hear anything but moans from you, you stupid slut. you hardly deserve me fucking you, so i suggest you donât test my patience any further.â
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 couldnât 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.
âdoes everything get you wet?â she grunts, her cock already well lubed with only your wetness, sliding deep into you with humiliating ease.
she huffs out a small laugh, âzero resistance, too.â
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, âyouâre so fucking easy.â
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 â 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 didnât 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 âbossâ 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, ây-yes? boss?â
her furious thrusts didnât stop, and your bossâ awkward reply only made you want to shoot yourself immediately.
âi.. see this isnât a good time? so whatâs with this unprofessional behavior, miss?â
please, a gun to your head right now.
âb-boss,â 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, âi-iâm very sorry, please forgive me, i.. i donât know how the call went through. i suppose i didnât pay attention. ah, d-donât mind the sounds, please. i-iâm just.. renovating my room?â
out of all excuses, seriously?
âthatâs.. great,â the reply is very unconvinced, but he really didnât want to engage in this conversation any longer. he sighs, rubbing the crease between his brows, âmay 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.â
yes, this sealed it. tonight, you were going to off yourself.
ây-yes boss.. iâllâ mmph.. talk to you tomorrow..â
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 dedicationâ and now, there you were. having to explain to him why your ass was getting busted while you renovated your room.
âthat was so funny, right?â she chuckles, pulling out to brutally slam back into you, making you cry out. âjust wanted you to know what it felt like. wasnât that just hilaaaarious, baby?â
âi-i get it..â you grumble against the sheets, flushed with humiliation, mulling over what the fuck you were going to say tomorrow.
âyou can worry about that later,â she angles your hips up better, striking your spongy spot with toe-curling precision, âfor now, focus on cumming all over my cock.â
seriously? did she just expect you to forget aboutâ
âaugh!â 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, âfuck! fuck, youâre so goodâ so fucking gooood.â
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.
âshit,â 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.
âmhh,â she pulls them away after youâve licked them clean, slowly pulling out. she caresses your ass, her touch gentle for the first time since this whole ordeal started, âgood girl.â
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, âgood job, baby. you were so good for me. donât sleep now, though, you still need a shower. you made a big mess, remember?â
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 didnât just fuck the living daylights out of you. âi suppose iâll carry you then. since you made me come home early anyway, time for a nice, warm bath with toph.â
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, âyouâre so stinky.â
it's so funny being asexual and also obsessed with a character who's canonically a total fucking freak. Just a sexless girl and her emotional support slut.
・đŚšÂ°â§ toph beifong who loves getting her abs licked by you.
toph was a sweaty, panting mess just mere minutes after her training. you couldn't waitâyour girlfriend looked way too damn good on the training grounds, and you needed a taste of her before she washed up.
with toph stripped down to just her trousers and bandeau, sweat trickled down her abs as she sprawled out on a wooden chair. she was manspreading, and you were tucked between her legs, on your knees, servicing her abdomen with your tongue.
"ah... fuck, pleaseâ" she breathed, her chest rising and falling as her abs flexed with every tickle of your sweet, warm tongue. "goddamnitâyou're teasing meâ"
"shh," you cooed, pulling your face back slightly and letting your finger take over instead.
the tip of your finger grazed slowly against each line, a lustful smile on your face as you took in the way her stomach stuttered, leaving her a shuddering, horny mess in front of you.
"you looked so good out there... kicking everyone's ass. got me so wet just watching my pretty girlfriend go to work."
"shit," toph cursed, her head tossing back as you ran your fingers down her stomach, nearing the waistband of her pants. "stop being so damn annoying! enough with this teasing!"
you grinned, licking your lips and tasting the sweaty, musky essence of the greatest earthbender. "i don't know, tophie~"
"goddamnit all," toph hissed, standing up so abruptly that it made you fall on your ass and the chair tip over.
she undid her trousers and pushed them down, and before you could even process what happened, her hands found the back of your head. with a hard shove, she pressed your nose against her wet, dripping cunt.
"you're going to put your tongue to better use. starting now, slut."
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Synopsis: On an incredibly lonely night Toph gets herself off to the thought of you. Read pt2 here.
WC: 1.2K
Warnings: Submissive Toph, Masturbation, Fingering, Soft Sex, Toph can't function without her girlfriend, she just doesnt know what to do with herself.
AN: I'm assuming this was a request and I decided to write a little something because needy toph is what the people yearn for and I shall deliver to the best of my ability. I hope you like it.
Toph was restless. The large mattress felt empty without having you spread out across it, occupying almost the entirety of it and still somehow finding a way to invade her personal space.
If that weren't bad enough, the sheets were thinner than she remembered them being a few days ago when you were here. Now, they just felt too loose around her body. And to top it all off, the room was just too quiet without the soft sounds you make in your sleep filling the empty space. She's been trying to fall asleep for hours, tossing and turning, her body coiled with the kind of tension that usually a good night's rest is able to fix.
Tonight was different though, and she knew exactly why she was feeling this way. You weren't there. You were off â teaching some healing class with katara away from republic city. You've been gone for nearly two days and Toph was already tempted to pull rank and order one of her officers to drive her to your location.
She couldn't handle the distance, not anymore. Toph was used to having you close. Whether it's here in her bed or a few blocks away at your own apartment. You've always been accessible, easy to reach. And now, instead of seeing you when she wants, she's stuck to relying on messenger hawks to deliver your letters every few days like she's some pathetic lovesick teenager.
She missed your voice, your laugh, your warmth, and most importantly she missed you. The way you touched her, the feel of your body pressed against hers, your mouth on her skin as you worshipped every inch of her.
Toph groaned, frustrated, she tossed the covers from off top of her. Her body was warm, borderline feverishâ and to make matters worse her underwear were ruined. The fabric completely soaked through to the point that every time she shifted and her thighs pressed together, the friction would send a pulse directly to her core.
Her mind traced back to you, and suddenly it was your hands on her, your fingers pressing into her thighs, your mouth hot and wet against the skin there as you left open mouth kisses all over her body. Toph's clit was pulsing as she thought back to a few nights ago just before you left. The way your tongue delved deep between her folds, your nose bumping her clit as you fucked her with your tongue.
With trembling fingers Toph slipped her hand under her tank top. The palm of her hand cupping the swell of her breast, caressing the flesh just enough to draw a moan out of her. The tips of Toph's fingers flicked over her rosy, hardened nipple. She imagined the feel of your tongue swirling around it as you took it into your mouth. Your teeth grazing the underside, leaving those marks that you were always so proud of.
âOhââ Toph whimpers, pressing her thighs together, chasing the friction as she grinded down onto her thigh, her own wetness pooling from her core, decorating the skin there.
Toph's breath comes out gravelly as she imagines your lips on hers, your hands on her hips. She can just about taste your tongue in her mouth, hot and wet. Her hand descends lower, fingers flexing across her taut stomach that was fluttering with each sharp breath she took.
A small, pathetic sound tore from Toph's throat when she reached the waistband of her underwear. Her fingers slid between the thin, ruined fabric that was already soaked through. Toph's fingers combed through her bush hair that was already matted together with her slick. Her breath hitched, her thighs pressed together, her skin was prickling as the throbbing in her core became something she couldn't ignore.
It was almost like she could feel your hands overtop hers. Guiding her fingers through her warm slick folds, parting her pussy lips so the fabric of her underwear could brush against her hardened clit amplifying her pleasure. Toph traced up and down over her slit, purposely evading her clit, feeling her arousal gather on her fingers.
Toph sighs heavily as her fingers continue to glide through her sopping pussy. She dips lower, just shy of her entrance. Toph's breath stutters at the sensation.
God, she wished you were here.
The tips of her fingers make their way back up her slit, finding the bundle of nerves that was demanding her attention. Toph's fingers came in contact with the hood of her swollen clit. Her fingers sliding around the bud, applying just enough pressure to draw slow, even circles around it.
Toph whines low in her throat, clenching around nothing. She could feel her orgasm slowly building. Her mind slips back to thinking of you. You on top of her, your body pressed against her, your lips at the shell of her ear, your voice a low, satisfied purr, as you revel about how responsive she is.
Toph's lips parted, her legs falling open as if she were offering herself up to the ghost of you so you can take your rightful place between her thighs. Thereâs a thrumming under her skin thatâs only getting worse. Her stomach tightens as her fingers dip lower, teasing her entrance as she slips two of her fingers inside.
The stretch had her biting down on her lower lip hard, pulling it between her teeth. Her walls immediately clamping down around her fingers hard, pulling them deeper.
Toph's head was strewn back against the pillow, she imagines your fingers thrusting in and out of her, curling, hitting that spot that had her panting, and begging for more.
Your name fell from Toph's lips as she frantically fucked herself to the thought of you. Her fingers slamming into her inner walls with each powerful thrust.
Toph imagined your lips on her neck, the sound of your voice encouraging her to go deeper, harder, faster as she desperately chased her release.
Toph's hips lifted, her body jerking as the pressure built low in her belly. A stream of expletives left her lips mingled with your name as she fucked herself. Her walls clenching around her fingers, her thumb clumsily skidding over her clit.
Toph could hear the wet squelching of her cunt filling the room combined with her ragged, uneven breath. She could feel the ghost of your touch as she imagined your fingers replacing hers, twisting and curling in her cunt, mapping the terrain of her inner walls, working those breathy moans from her body.
âYes,â Toph choked, noisily. âYes, baby, just like thatââ
The dam finally breaks. Giving her that relief her body so desperately needed. Her body jerks as she grinds onto the palm of her hand. Bringing her fingers deeper inside of her. Toph's back arches, her eyes begin to water as she curls her fingers prolonging her orgasm as long as she can.
She collapses onto the bed as the final tremor subsides. Toph lay flushed and breathless, basking in the aftershocks of her pleasure. She rolls over on her side, skin saturated in sweat, thighs still slick from her release.
Now that her arousal was sated, all that remained was the lingering thoughts of you. Toph always enjoyed how you let her curl up against you after sex. She secretly loved the fact that you were adamant on being the big spoon. Some nights, she couldn't fall asleep until your arms wrapped around her midsection, pulling her closer to you.
The exhaustion that Toph had been fighting earlier seemed to be approaching rapidly. Toph curls into herself. Reaching across the bed where she knew your pillow resides. She lifted it to her nose, inhaling. It still smelled faintly like you, and the ache in her heart that had become nearly unbearable in your absence was now a distant hum as sleep finally overtakes her.
âbut i havenât showered yetâ baby i couldnât care less, ill eat your pussy under any condition or circumstance.. and i prefer my meals to be well seasoned
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⤡ my first moot since making this account and guys the way she writes toph will literally make you clench. ESPECIALLY jealous and mean toph. her toph is an asshole but so freaked out and teasing oh my god i just love it. i could eat up her entire masterlist
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all aang x reader â @singse
⤡ guys HER AANG X READERS WILL GIVE YOU LIFE I SWEAR. a perfect mix of fluff and smut. she just writes aang so bald and beautiful i shed a tear every time i read it. her aang is so in character and just written so perfectly, you'll read it and be like "yeah aang would 100% do this". just perfect perfect perfect.
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meeting and marrying toph â @hon3y0logy
⤡ headcanons that are perfectly written and soooo in character. like i can picture this happening when marrying toph.
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âYou should let your hair down more often,â you say as you brush Tophâs hair.
She scoffs and shifts more comfortably between your legs. Both her arms rest on your thighs, fingers tracing slow patterns over the exposed skin as she sits on your bedroom floor, with you on the bed above her.
âIt gets in my way,â she mumbles, eyes closed as she enjoys the soft brushing.
A chuckle slips from your mouth at her words.
âSomething funny?â she frowns slightly, still keeping her eyes closed.
âItâs just⌠thatâs what you used to say to me back then⌠that I get in your way,â you reply, the memory almost visible in your expression.
Toph lets out a quiet chuckle.
âWell, it was true.â
âWas?â you ask, curious, stopping mid-brush as you tilt your head to study her face. âHow is it now?â
âYou know how,â she shifts her weight closer.
âI donât think I do.â
âYouâre very talkative tonight,â she mutters. âAnd Iâve heard enough. Iâm in the mood for something else.â
In an instant, she pushes herself up and flips you back onto the mattress, crawling over you.
Her hands roam with certainty â up your sides, over your tits, down your waist â gripping your ass and claiming every reaction she pulls from you.
âAhâ Toph⌠your hair!â
âHold it for me, yeah?â
âBut I just brushed it⌠itâs going to get messy,â you protest weakly.
âWorry about what Iâm going to do to you instead of my hair,â she says, before her lips find yours.
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(Legend of Korra timeline mention) - SWF | suggestive themes, possible NSFW undertones
Never wrote NSFW before
Small make out session
Touching
Korra sat in front of you, blue eyes locked in quiet observation as you went through your usual routine.
âI can feel you watching me, yâknow,â you finally said, turning to face her fully. âYou have that same look Aang used to give me.â
Korra quickly looked away, a faint flush creeping onto her face.
âEhâsorry. I was just thinking about something.â
âSomething⌠or someone?â
ââŚBoth?â she admitted, scratching the back of her head before glancing at you again.
âWhatâs on your mind?â
Korra leaned forward slightly, curiosity winning out.
âHow come you never reunited with the others? I mean, you and Katara see each other often⌠but how come you donât see Toph or Zuko?â
âOhââ you hummed, the sound thoughtful, distant.
âEh, well⌠Zukoâs got a nation to run.â
A small pause.
âAnd TophâŚâ you shrugged lightly, like it didnât matter.
âI donât really need to see her.â
Korraâs brows knit together just a little.
âYou donât need to see her?â she repeated, like the words didnât quite sit right.
You didnât answer immediately. Instead, you turned back to what you were doing, movements slower now, more deliberate. The air between you shifted⌠like a tide pulling back before something bigger.
âItâs not like that,â you said after a moment. âToph and IâŚâ
Your voice trailed, searching for the right shape.
Korra leaned in, eyes bright with curiosity. âYou what?â
A quiet exhale left you, almost a laugh, but not quite.
âWe were never the kind of people who needed constant reunions,â you said. âSome bonds donât fade just because you stop seeing each other.â
Korra tilted her head. âThat sounds like a yes and a no at the same time.â
âIt is.â
âBut if itâs not a big deal,â Korra pressed gently, âwhy do you sound like that?â
Your hands stilled completely.
For a second, you didnât look like yourself at all. Not the calm, steady presence she was used to. Something older flickered through your expression⌠something unfinished.
âBecause,â you said quietly, âToph doesnât do things halfway.â
Korra blinked. âMeaning?â
You finally glanced back at her, a small, knowing smile tugging at your lips.
âIf I went to see her,â you said, voice low and certain, âit wouldnât just be a visit.â
âIt never was.â
Korraâs eyes widened.Â
âOh.â
Then a slow, teasing grin crept onto her face.
âOhâŚâÂ
Korra wriggled her eyebrows at you, a grin spreading fast.
âYou and her used toâbefore sheâGASP! Wait, really?! What happenedââ
âThat was a long time ago, Korra,â you chuckled, waving her off like you could bat the past away with your hand.
âYeah, yeah, and people say that when they donât want to explain,â she shot back immediately, scooting closer. âCâmon, you canât just drop something like that and expect me to sit here peacefully.â
âI can, actually.â
âYou canât,â Korra insisted, pointing at you. âYou and Toph? Toph? The grumpy, barefoot legend!â
A small smile tugged at your lips despite yourself.
Korra blinked, then groaned. âSee? That! That right there! Youâre remembering!â
You huffed a quiet laugh, but your gaze drifted somewhere else⌠somewhere older.
âIt wasnât like what youâre thinking,â you said, though the softness in your voice betrayed you. âWe didnât⌠label things.â
âTranslation,â Korra said, counting on her fingers, âfeelings, no communication, probably tension thick enough to cut with a knifeââ
âYouâre not entirely wrong.â
Korra lit up like sheâd just unlocked a secret scroll. âI knew it.â
You shook your head, but there was no real resistance in it.
âIt wasnât exactly a good time,â you said. âWe had a lot going on, and we nearly died. Katara saved us, thankfully. I think it was just⌠something that happened in the moment.â
Korraâs expression softened just a little, curiosity turning into something more careful.
âSo what happened?â
You exhaled slowly, leaning back on your hands.
âLife,â you said simply. âDifferent paths. Different responsibilities.â
Korra smiled meekly. âI understand, I think.âÂ
You reached over, resting a hand on her head before pulling her into a gentle hug.
âThatâs all in the past now. You should probably head to Tenzinâs before he sends his gremlins to find you⌠again.â
Korra laughed, hugging you back.
âDefinitely! Iâll come back with Naga afterwardâshe could use your belly rubs again.â
You huffed a quiet laugh against her shoulder.
âYeah, I think she just likes the attention.â
âDonât expose her like that,â Korra grinned, pulling back. âShe has a reputation to maintain.â
âMm. Fierce polar bear dog by day⌠attention thief by night.â
Korra snorted, already backing toward the door. âIâll be back later!â
âBe safe,â you called, watching her go.
The door slid shut with a soft click.
And just like that, the room exhaled.
Silence settled in, but it wasnât empty. It lingered. Pressed.
You stood there for a moment longer than necessary, eyes drifting toward nothing in particular.Â
The memory flooded back to you like it was yesterdayâyou were with Toph during the day, as you usually were.Â
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Toph tapped your shoulder, her face angled slightly away, but you could feel her attention locked onto you.
âThis is so boring,â she muttered. âWe should do something else.â
You snickered, glancing at her.
âKatara wants us to wait here until sheâs done helping Sokka. You know how she gets when we wander offââ
âWe used to do it all the time,â Toph cut in, crossing her arms.
âAnd times are different now,â you said, a small smile tugging at your lips. âWe have to lead by example, Toph.â
She made a face, clearly unimpressed.
âSince when did you get so responsible?â
âThe same time you did,â you added lightly, tapping her shoulder. âYouâre running a metalbending school, remember?â
Toph didnât answer right away.
Instead, she leaned in againâcloser this timeâuntil her nose barely bumped yours.
ââŚYour heartbeatâs faster,â she said bluntly.
You blinked. âIt is not.â
âIt is,â she replied immediately. âLike youâre trying really hard to pretend youâre not interested.â
Her mouth tilted, not quite a smile, but something smugger than that.
âSo,â she added, voice dropping just a little, âyou coming or what?âÂ
You swallowed a little. âUh⌠okayââ
Toph grabbed your hand before you could finish, already pulling you along. She led you out of the town, weaving through paths like sheâd memorized the world through her feet alone. You stumbled once trying to keep up, but she didnât slow down.
Above you, the sun was starting to dip, bleeding warm gold into the sky. Evening settling in like a blanket being drawn over the world. From the opposite horizon, the faint shape of the moon was already rising, pale and patient.
Eventually, she stopped.
You nearly bumped into her.
Looking around, you raised a brow.
It was quiet here.
Tucked away. A little muddy underfoot, but open enough that the world felt stretched out instead of crowded. A lake sat a few feet away, still and reflective, catching the fading sky in broken pieces of light.
Off to the side, you noticed scattered coconutsâsome cracked open, some half-tossed like someone had stopped here before and didnât bother to clean up after themselves.
You glanced at Toph. âWhere is this?â
âDunno,â she let your hand go. âHeard some of the locals talk about it.âÂ
âAnd you wanted to bring me here?â You crossed your arms.Â
âAh come on, donât act like you didnât wanna be alone with me either. I know you missed me while I was teaching my students.âÂ
âMhm, you sure you didnât miss me?â You teased her back.Â
The lake sat there like it was holding its breath too.
Wind skimmed across the surface in soft ripples, breaking the sunset into molten streaks of orange and violet.
Toph stood near the waterâs edge, arms loose at her sides. Not restless, not still either. Just⌠present in that way she always was when she was listening to everything at once.
You watched her for a moment longer than you meant to.
The teasing energy from before hadnât fully left, but it had shifted. Settled into something slower. Heavier in a way that wasnât uncomfortable, just⌠noticeable.
âYou really just dragged me out here to prove a point, huh?â you said, softer now.
Toph gave a small shrug. âMaybe.â
âThatâs not an answer.â
âIt is for me.â
Then she tilted her head slightly. âYouâre standing too far away,â she said.
You blinked. âAm I?â
âYes.â
âYou want me to come closer?â Your voice is hesitantâitâs not the first time you were in this situation with Toph, itâs been quite some time actually. And you did miss her, you canât keep shaking off the intense burning in your stomach when you're standing next to her. And you knew she felt it too.Â
Toph smirked.
Without warning, she bent the ground beneath her fingers. A chunk of wet mud lifted cleanly from the earth, shaped and controlled like it weighed nothing at all.
Then she flicked her wrist.
The mud shot through the air and hit you square in the chest, splattering up toward your face for good measure.
âWhoopsââ she said, completely unconvincing.
You went still.
Blinking slowly, like your brain was trying to replay what just happened from a different angle.
ââŚYou did notââ
Toph crossed her arms. âI did.â
From behind her, you began to lift a little bit of water, throwing back at her, not enough to knock her over but enough to drench her clothes.Â
You paused again, seeing as her figure peaked through her clothes, Toph touched her shirt, a small chuckled came from her throat as she peeled it slowly off her body. Throwing it to the side, she got into a stance, an excited grin on her lips as her attention locked onto you.Â
If you didn't know any better, you figured she planned this on purpose. And who were yuou to back down from itâ
The earth shifted again.
And this time, Toph moved first.
A low surge rippled under your feetâfast, precise, like the ground itself had learned your rhythm and decided to interrupt it. You jumped back on instinct, water snapping up around you in a tight spiral, catching your balance midair before you landed near the lakeâs edge.
Toph didnât hesitate.
Another wave of earth followed, sharper this time, angled to cut off your space rather than hit you directly. She was reading you. Not guessing. Reading.
âStill slow,â she called out.
âIâm adjusting!â you shot back, dragging water from the lake into a sweeping arc that intercepted her next strike.
The collision burst into mist and spray, hanging between you like fog lit by the dying sun.
For a moment, neither of you moved.
Just listening.
Then Toph grinned. âOh, youâre trying now.â
âIâve always been trying!â
âNot hard enough.â
The ground bucked under you againâthis time in uneven pulses, like she was forcing you off balance just to see how youâd recover. You responded by shaping the water beneath your feet, a shifting platform that kept you just barely stable.
It worked.
Barely.
You pushed forward. Water coiled around your arm, tightening into a controlled whip as you swung it toward her.
Toph didnât even flinch. She stamped once. The earth rose like a wall between you, absorbing the strike completely. Then she moved through it.
Not around.
Through.
A second pillar of rock launched forward, forcing you to pivot fast, water snapping up defensively as you barely redirected it.
Your breath was starting to come quicker now.
âYouâre smiling,â you called out between movements.
âIâm not.â
âYou are.â
âProve it.â
Another strike cameâlower this time, aimed to trip you. You flipped backward, landing in a crouch at the lakeâs edge, water splashing up around your boots.
When you looked up, Toph was closer now.
Not right on you.
But closer than before.
The ground beneath her feet was stillâŚtoo still.
Like it was waiting for her next command. You lifted your hands slightly, water curling againâbut you didnât attack. Not immediately.
ââŚYou always fight like youâre bored,â you said.
Toph tilted her head. âAnd you always talk too much.â
You flicked your wrist. A wave of water surged forward.
She stomped. Mud met it head-on.
The impact cracked through the air and then neither of you pulled back fast enough.
The collision turned messy.
Water burst into the air, scattering over both of you. Dirt sprayed up in uneven arcs. The lake rippled violently from the impact.
And then, you met.
Her hands reached for your face and cupped it firmly. You both held your breath and remained still. You made the first move, slamming your lips into hers. Taking your hands over hers, you could feel her melt into you, like she had done before.Â
She bit down on your bottom lip and sucked on it roughly. With a sharp exhale through your nose, you put your hands on her waist.Â
Toph trailed her hands down your face, exploring her clamped shirt and pressing harder into you. You bit her bottom lip back, a teasing thingâuntil she slipped her tongue into your mouth. Something she hadnât done before, it startled you for a moment. Your tongues swirling against each other. You needed to breath but fuck it if you passed out right there, youâd be fine with it.
Toph pulled away from your lips, a smug expression on her face as she palmed your breast. You muffled a low hum to avoid giving her the sound she was looking for. You gasped, feeling her pinch your nipple harder than you expected.
âToph-â you breathed out.
âHm?â She started giving you a slow, painfully slow, hungry kiss on your neck.
You gritted your teeth and felt her nip your neck; she was having fun getting this out of you. Each nip against your neck was like a shock lighting down your body, like she was deliberately breaking your focus apart piece by piece.
The water around you reacted before you did, rippling unevenly, heat building through your control until the surface shimmered like it was on the edge of boiling. Mist started to rise in thin threads, curling into the air between you.
She then finally bit down, sucking the spot as if you were the last thing she needed to survive. You let out a soft moan, filling her ears with winning satisfaction. Pulling back she grinned at you, touching the spot gently, admiring it.Â
You looked at her, slightly confused, as she wiped her lips from the saliva you two shared.
"Why'd you-"
Toph placed her hand on your lips, keeping you silent as Katara's voice came from the distance. You froze as the earth bender chuckled.Â
âWoahâwhat happened over here? Whatâs with the steam?â Sokkaâs voice called out.
Toph didnât even flinch.
You, however, very nearly did.
From the edge of the path, Sokka stepped into view, squinting at the lakeside like it had personally offended him. The mist drifting off the water caught the last light of the sunset, curling in strange little spirals across the ground.
Katara followed a few steps behind him, already looking concerned.
ââŚWhy does it smell like mud and wet rock?â she asked slowly.
Toph finally shifted her stanceâcasual, effortless, like she hadnât just been standing inches from you a second ago.
âTraining,â she said immediately.
Sokka blinked. âTraining for what? Steam damage?â
âYou never know when you could run into a steam benderââ Toph replied flatly.
Sokka squinted at the mist again. âThat is not a thing.â
âWhatâs on your neck, Y/N?â Kataraâs attention snapped to you, concern sharpening her tone.
Your eyes widened a fraction too late.
For half a beat, you frozeâthen quickly brought a hand up to cover the spot.
âGot hit with a crap ton of mud,â you said a little too fast.
Katara leaned in slightly, still suspicious. âMudâŚ?â
Toph didnât turn her head.
But you felt it.
The faintest shift of her stance beside youâtoo calm to be innocent.
âYeah,â she added casually. âShe's dodging.âÂ
Sokka shrugged immediately, accepting it. âHonestly, that checks out.â
âHey!â you shouted at Sokka. âIâm better at dodging than you!âÂ
Kataraâs eyes lingered a second longer, narrowing just slightly⌠but the steam was still drifting off the lake, and the ground still looked disturbed enough to make the story believable.
ââŚRight,â she said slowly. âWell, we should probably go before something else âhappensâ out here.â
Toph gave a small shrug. âAgreed.â
But as the group began to move, she leaned just slightly closer to youânot enough for anyone else to notice.
ââŚyou should probably cover that,â she murmured.
You frowned, instinctively touching your neck again. âCover what?â
Toph didnât answer right away. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, like she was listening to something only she could sense.
ââŚYour heartbeatâs doing that thing again,â she added, quieter.
Your face warmed instantly. âIt is not.â
âIt is,â she said simply. âAnd Kataraâs gonna notice if you keep standing there like that.â
Ahead of you, Katara was still walking, still talking with Sokka, her attention not on the both of you at all.Â
You lowered your hand slowly. âThen stop distracting me.â
Toph gave a small, almost satisfied huff.
âMake me,â she said.
And just like that, she fell back into step beside you like nothing had happened at all.