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★ she loves to surprise you with little things that reminded her of you
like i can vividly see her coming home with a grin on her lips, holding a dumbass keychain of a dinosaur because "c'mon, honey, don't be upset. it reminded me of you!"
★ shane would be so offended if you went to someone else to get your hair cut, let's be honest. like you come home with a new haircut and she's staring blankly for a second before pointing a finger at your head, raising a brow and saying "what the fuck"
★ she gets so quiet whenever she's jealous. her jaw is clenched and her hands are stuffed in her pockets, shrugging and running a hand through her hair when you ask if she's alright
★ she has a little photo of you in her wallet
★ shane stealing one of your favorite rings so she can wear it on a necklace.
you wouldn't notice for a while, until she's changing her clothes and you catch a glimpse of the ring you've torn your room apart looking for
★ if you like to make bracelets, then she'd never take it off. she'd brush it off if someone asked her about it, but if it popped she'd stay quiet, staring at it for a while before gathering it up with a frown on her face
★ her eyes bulge out of her head when you come out of your room after you're finished getting ready for a night at the planet. her heart stutters and she swears she'd die happily if you were the last thing she got to look at
★ if you started out casual and you got together properly, she'd spend so long trying to prove she wanted your relationship to be something real. even if you never asked her for it, she's doing it
★ shane who's so fucking scared of getting too close, but she wants you so badly. she's so scared of hurting you, but she can't stay away from you
★ at her chair at whatever salon she's working at, she'd always have a photo of you somewhere. doesn't matter if it's hidden or if it's out in plain sight, she has one there to make herself feel happy when she's missing you
nsfw headcanons
warnings: fingering (both receiving), oral sex (both receiving), pussy drunk shane, face sitting, somno, semi public sex, tribbing, strap on sex
☆ shane who's fingers twitch when she sees you in a pretty outfit. doesn't matter what it is, her fingers twitch as if she's desperate to stuff them inside you
☆ she's not scared to fuck you in public either. like if she's jealous, she won't outright say it. she'll grab your hand at some point in the night, take you away from whoever you were talking to, and eat you out in the bathroom
☆ imagine shane waking up in the middle of the night, her head is all fuzzy cause she just had the hottest dream about you
she tried to wake you up, she did, but when you didn't wake up, she shimmied your shorts down your legs and buried her face between them.
☆ she gets so pussy drunk so easily. she could be between your legs for hours, just lapping at your soaking pussy. your hands would be weakly pushing her away, but she just grunts and wraps her hands around your thighs, pulling your body further down the mattress so she could slide her tongue inside you
☆ she absolutely cannot resist the urge to fuck her fingers into you when you're reaching up on a higher shelf to grab something.
"shane?" you said when she wrapped her arms around you from behind, turning your head, "what are you doing?"
she shushed you, her hand sneaking down the front of your bottoms, her fingers finding your clit, "you look so pretty, babe"
shane relished in the pretty moan you let out when she rubbed your clit, letting her work you up enough to slip her fingers inside you
☆ god, shane swears there's no better feeling than having her tongue inside you, but your fingers inside her and your lips wrapped around her clit are a close second
☆ she gets dumber than you do when she fucks you. at the start of the night she's talking dirty and making you whine, but then an hour in, she's whimpering into the curve of your neck as she drags her pussy over yours desperately
☆ her clit pulses in her briefs every time she gets a peek of your ass or your tits
☆ yes, she loves your ass more than anything, but she can't resist latching her mouth on your nipples. even outside of sex, she just loves your tits. she can't pick if she likes ass or tits more
☆ shane quite literally loves fucking you in any and every position possible, but she loves watching your pussy swallowing her strap when you ride her. your tits bouncing in her face while you're bouncing on her cock? sign her the fuck up
bette talks you through it on a late-night phone call.
cw: dirty talk, praise, pet names, age gap, guided masturbation, mommy kink (bc yes she so would), fem!reader ⋆˚࿔ 0.9k
You admitted it—on nights that Bette was away, you got lonely.
You always assured her you'd be fine, always told her that her work events and networking were worth spending a few days away from home despite her reluctance to leave you. This time she was off in New York, attempting to secure a highly sought-after new collection for the gallery.
She'd peppered you with kisses on the morning she'd left in the early hours, before the sun had even begun to peek out and you were still groggy with sleep. You'd mumbled a "love you" without opening your eyes, your face buried in your pillow. The last thing you remembered was the tickle of her curls against your cheek, and the lingering scent of her perfume before she swept out the door.
But now, two days later as you lay awake in the dark in your empty bed, you missed her desperately. Her voice just as much as her touch, which was what had led to this—one hand holding your phone to your ear and the other between your legs.
"What is it, baby? Everything okay?" came Bette's voice on the line after a few rings. It was low and fatigued, and you imagined she was reclined in her bed or armchair in her hotel room, weary after a long day.
"Just wanted to hear your voice," you told her, voice breathy. You were touching yourself over your underwear in slow, lazy circles. You couldn't help it; even the sound of her now was enough to make you wet. Low and silky and rich, like a caress. "Isn't that allowed?"
"It's almost two in the morning," Bette pointed out, nonplussed. "What are you doing up?" There was the sound of shifting and the clink of a glass on the other end. In the armchair, then, having a stiff drink before bed.
You indulged yourself in picturing her there, legs crossed, suit jacket slung over the back of the chair, shirtsleeves rolled up as she swirled a glass in her hand. How you wished you could have been there to keep her company; straddling her lap, leaning in to brush your lips against her neck. She would anchor firm hands on your thighs in the way that she did, sliding them up slowly higher, higher...
"I couldn't sleep," you sighed, voice hazy with pleasure, "and...mph... and I miss you, baby."
Bette must have heard it in the slightly uneven cadence of your breath, or maybe the slowness of your words. She paused. "...yeah?" Her tone had gone softer, sensual. You heard her shift, maybe leaning back in her seat. "Poor girl. What are you doing over there, all by yourself?"
She knew exactly what you were doing, what kind of thoughts were racing through your mind. You hummed in answer, biting your lip as you grinned sleepily. "You tell me what you think I'm doing."
"I think... you're wearing that pretty white nightie that I bought you. The one I like so much on you." Her voice was slow, sweet, drenched in honey. It stirred the heat in your core stronger with every word. "And I think you're picturing me there right now, doing some very naughty things to you."
You were, in fact, wearing the white nightie, and you were imagining many such naughty things. "What kind of things?" You sounded slightly hoarse, distracted, as your fingers continued their movement over your throbbing clit.
"Taking that nightie off you, kissing you everywhere... down your neck, your breasts... your stomach, your thighs... my mouth on that pretty pussy... is that what you're picturing?"
A quiet moan slipped out of you, your eyes shut as you focused on the pleasure her words were bringing you. Your hand had slipped beneath your panties now, finding the wet heat of your core. You were oh so sensitive, and your breaths were coming on heavier now.
"Are you touching yourself now, baby?" she cooed, nearly a whisper. You'd picked up, ever so slightly, that her own breathing had grown heavier.
"Yes," your breath hitched on the word. "So wet for you, mommy."
She hummed in approval. "Mhm. Keep going for me."
You did as she asked, not that you needed to be told. Your hips gave little twitches into your hand as your movements sped up, grinding harder into your soaked cunt. You imagined her face there between your thighs instead—eating you out slowly and reverently, like she had all the time in the world. She would always look up at you, her big dark eyes lidded, watching you as you came undone.
"That's it, baby. You're such a good girl for mommy," Bette praised, and you lapped it up, practically melted beneath it. "You know I want to hear your pretty voice. Sound so good, angel."
"Fuck," you whimpered between your stuttering breaths, brows pinched in pleasure, lips parted. The heat in your core was intensifying to a cresting wave, and Bette's voice was carrying it higher, the one thing to which you clung. "Mm-mm, fuck, I—"
"Come for me, sweetheart. I want to hear you come for me." The command was gentle but firm.
"Yes, yes, mommy, I'm gonna—"
Your peak crashed over you, your head listing back and thighs tensing as you rode wave after wave. All the while, Bette's murmurings continued in your ear.
"Good girl. That's my good girl," she purred, coaxing you down from your high with sweet words. When the last dregs of your pleasure ebbed, you were reduced to a puddle of tired limbs, sleepiness immediately pulling at you.
In the silence that followed, you caught your breath, letting out a long sigh. The last words you heard from Bette were simply, "Get to sleep, okay? I'll see you tomorrow."
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Everyone thinks you’re just friends. They see the way she leans in close when you laugh, the casual touches, the shared glances. They assume it’s harmless fun. That you’re two girls who click really well. They have no idea how wrong they are. Because the truth lives in stolen moments like this.
The bar bathroom is small and dimly lit, the bass from the music outside vibrating through the walls. She followed you in under the excuse of “fixing your hair,” but the second the door locked, she had you pressed against the sink, mouth on yours like she’d been starving for it all night.
Her tongue slides against yours, deep and filthy, while her hand slips under your dress. Two fingers push inside you without warning, curling instantly against that spot that makes your knees weak. You moan into her mouth, gripping her shoulders as she fucks you with steady, practiced strokes.
“Third time today,” she murmurs against your lips, smirking. “You’re such a greedy little thing for me, aren’t you?” You can barely answer. Your head falls back as she adds a third finger, stretching you open while her thumb circles your clit. She kisses down your neck, sucking lightly, careful not to leave marks where people might see.
“Come on, baby,” she whispers, voice low and sweet. “Let me feel you. I want you to soak my hand again.” You come hard, biting down on her shoulder to stay quiet, thighs shaking around her wrist. She works you through it, murmuring soft praises against your ear until your breathing evens out.
She pulls her fingers out slowly, brings them to her mouth, and licks them clean while holding your gaze. Then she kisses you again, letting you taste yourself on her lips. She fixes your dress with gentle hands, adjusts your hair for you, and smiles like she didn’t just ruin you in a public bathroom.
“Ready to go back out there?” she asks, voice innocent. You nod, legs still shaky. No one outside has any idea what just happened. And that’s exactly how you both like it.
puppy!shane who follows you around everywhere,, akin to a puppy who nags at your pants until you give her attention!!! i just know the other girls in your friend group make fun of you (endearingly),,
it's just whenever there's a meet up at the planet and you have places to be during,, she gets up equally as fast... it has started to become a bit of a joke..
puppy!shane who is actually very very clingy. she doesn't seem like the type,, judging from the outside. but once she's devoted,, she's on you 24/7 365
puppy!shane as your masc guard dog... constantly so close to you,, she'll genuinely appear behind you the second somebody starts being weird.. it's a #need
puppy!shane who just needs to be close to you!!! lying down on you with all her weight while watching a movie, nuzzling her head impossibly into your neck,,
the concept of threatening puppy!shane with a leash if she doesn't behave (as a JOKE) but you actually see her think about if for a second to long
18+ She loves the faces you make when you take her strap. ۶ৎ
You’re on your back in the middle of her soft bed, legs spread wide around her hips, while she hovers above you. The mirror on the ceiling reflects everything back down at you: your flushed chest, the way your thighs tremble, the desperate little twist of your mouth every time she rolls her hips. “Look up, baby,” she whispers, voice low and enticing against your ear. “Watch yourself for me.”
You tilt your head back. The sight makes your stomach flutter: her body moving over yours, the thick strap disappearing inside you with every smooth thrust, your own face twisted in pleasure, lips parted, eyes glassy, cheeks burning. She smiles when she sees you looking. “There she is,” she murmurs, almost fondly. “My pretty girl. Look how fucked out you get for me, baby.”
Her pace stays steady but filthy, hips rolling in that perfect rhythm that hits deep every single time. One of her hands slides up to cup your jaw, gently turning your face so you can’t look away from the mirror. “See that?” she breathes, pressing a kiss just below your ear. “See how your mouth falls open when I go deep? How your eyes get all hazy when I grind against your clit like this?”
You whimper, unable to stop the soft, broken sounds spilling from your lips. She watches your reflection with dark, loving eyes, like she’s memorizing every twitch of your face, every flutter of your lashes.
“You’re so beautiful when you let go,” she says softly, almost a whisper. She leans down to kiss you, slowly, while still fucking you in that same steady rhythm. When she pulls back, her thumb brushes your bottom lip. “I could watch you for hours.” Your thighs start shaking harder around her waist. She feels it and smiles, grinding deeper, slower, making sure you feel every inch.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” she whispers, eyes locked on your reflection. “Let me see that pretty face when you fall apart.” You do — back arching, mouth open in a silent cry as pleasure crashes through you. She keeps moving through it, murmuring soft praises against your skin, completely captivated by the way you look coming on her strap.
When you finally go limp beneath her, she leans down and kisses you again, slow and tender, like she’s thanking you for letting her see you like this. She pulls out gently, then wraps you up in her arms, pressing soft kisses to your forehead while you catch your breath. “My perfect girl,” she whispers, still watching your face in the mirror above. “I love every face you make for me.”
nsfw, fingering (r!receiving), oral (r!receiving), edging, overstim, dirty talk, established relationship, cursing, slightly mean!shane, reader is a corporate girl. wc 1.4k ᡣ𐭩
a/n: this took me wayy too long to finish, but i've been in a bit of a slump so ofc i had to write a short n sweet shane smut!! need her to edge me and mock me abt it tbh ugh
“I’m sorry, did you want something?” Shane asked in mock-innocence, her brows drawn together in a question as she gazed down at you.
You were sprawled against the pillows of the couch beneath her, your hands knotted in the front of her shirt, preventing her from getting off of you. A whiny, frustrated sound left you, and you hated how desperate you sounded, how helpless.
Shane, however, was enjoying it. She loved seeing the flush on your cheeks, the way you dissolved into a needy mess for her beneath her touch. She was settled between your spread thighs, her hand buried beneath the hem of your skirt as she traced slow, teasing circles over your aching clit. It was cruel, was what it was—giving you just enough to stir the heat coiling in your stomach, but holding back what you really needed.
“Don’t be like this,” you half-whined, half-panted, looking up at her with a pout. “You’re driving me crazy.” You tried to give her a pleading look through your lashes, but got distracted by the way her lips pulled up in a slow grin, and now you were staring at her mouth, picturing it doing other things.
“Mm. Should’ve thought about that this morning,” she admonished in a low voice, still with that mocking edge. “When you decided to be such a tease.” Her fingers dipped down into your slick heat, teasing your entrance briefly before moving back up to your clit. You were so wet that it was audible.
“You enjoyed that, didn’t you? Knew I’d be thinking about this pretty cunt all day.” Her fingers pressed into you a bit harder, her movements speeding up. You arched into it, a soft moan falling from your lips involuntarily as you lapped up the increased stimulation. “And then you had to go and wear this fucking skirt,” she groaned, glancing down at the black pencil skirt that was pushed up around your thighs. “Not cool.”
“I told you,” you breathed, pushing your hips into her hand, “I was going to be late. I had an important… mmph… meeting.” It was getting difficult to focus on words with the way she was working you. Already, that coil of heat was growing stronger, making your breaths falter. With the amount of time Shane had been inching you closer to the brink just to bring you down from it again, it didn’t take much.
She hummed low in her throat, nodding. The expression on her face was one of pure sarcasm. “Well, you know, I think I actually have somewhere to be…”
You let out a breathless laugh mixed with a groan as you panted for breath, your grip on her tshirt tightening just in case. “Not funny,” you moaned shakily.
“I’m not laughing,” she said simply, her fingers working you harder, faster. The wall of heat was building quickly now, its intensity so delicious that you were letting out all of the little sounds that Shane loved, your eyes shut in pleasure. You didn’t have enough of a grip on yourself to hold them back—with each expert stroke she drew out another breathy moan from your lips, no longer hushed but rising in volume.
When your eyes fluttered open for a moment, you saw the amusement on her face, a self-satisfied smirk on her lips as she watched you unravel. “Aw, does that feel good, baby?” Her voice was soft, coaxing, the sound of it only driving you higher as you let out a whimper. “Are you gonna come for me?”
Your head was tilting back, your hips beginning to jerk erratically as that wave rose higher, higher… “Yes, yes, fuck, yes—” you gasped. So close. So, so close—
—and suddenly her touch was gone.
“Shane,” you practically cried out in frustration, the high slipping out of your reach yet again. Your hips tried to thrust forward, seeking the friction that had been jerked away from you, but her own thighs were pinning yours in place, keeping them from moving.
She leaned in closer until your faces were inches apart. Her eyes drifted down to your mouth, lingering there for a few moments before lifting back up to your eyes. “Anything you want to say?”
“I’m sorry,” you panted, voice tight with need. You were almost tempted to reach a hand down to finish yourself off, but you knew Shane wouldn’t allow it. “It was bad. Mph… very, very bad.”
A slow grin curled over her lips, and she placed a few small kisses along the corner of your jaw, her teeth nipping at your skin. “There, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” she mumbled by your ear. As her hands hovered around your waist, taking their time bunching your skirt up higher, she drew back slightly, so close but still just out of reach. “What do you want?” she asked, her voice still a low rumble.
“Your mouth—fuck, please,” you breathed, far too desperate and wound up to play at your usual coyness.
She let out a low snicker, pleased by your eagerness as she began tugging your tights down your thighs. “Oh, yeah? You’re lucky I’m feeling generous.”
After what felt like an eternity, Shane had pushed your tights down around your calves, just enough to give her full access to you as she kneeled before your open thighs. She kissed a slow trail along the inside of your thigh, making you shudder with anticipation before her lips finally reached your aching heat, pressing an open-mouthed kiss there.
You gasped, a bolt of pleasure shooting through your core as her tongue brushed against your sensitive clit. Instinctively, your hands went to bury themselves in her hair, using her for purchase as she began lapping at you expertly, her tongue running along your slit. Shane glanced up at you through her lashes with a wicked smirk, watching you with darkened eyes as she worked you with her mouth. You could only imagine what you looked like right now—face flushed, chest heaving, one leg hooked over the back of the couch, splayed open for her—and found that the mental image was just as much of a turn on for you as it was for her.
Well, maybe not quite as much.
You breathed a curse, your mouth dropped open in ecstasy as she licked and sucked at you eagerly, relentlessly, as if making up for all the torturous teasing she’d put you through. She held your thighs open, keeping your hips from thrusting forward into her face as they trembled in her grasp, the heat within you mounting. The pleasure almost became unbearable when her lips moved directly over your clit, wrenching a louder moan out of you.
“Oh my god,” you whined, eyes squeezing shut. “Fuck, like that.” Her lips were closed around your bud, the pressure of her sucking and her tongue stroking it in quick motions almost overstimulating. Your hands moved to grip the couch cushions beneath you as you drew closer.
Shane hummed against you, and the sound vibrated against your core in a way that made your toes curl. Your body was tensing with the rising pleasure tugging at your abdomen, and as if she sensed it, she suddenly slid two fingers inside you, pumping them into you and curling them against your walls rapidly as she continued her relentless ministrations to your clit.
It was all so good, too good, and you weren’t even aware of the words you were crying out moments before you came. The next moment, you were coming undone, your hips jerking and your voice rising to a breathy cry as an almost explosive wave of pleasure crashed over you.
When the height of it had subsided, you slumped back into the pillows, your body going limp with a heavy relaxation. Exhaustion stole over you, and you drew in a deep breath as your breathing began to slow.
Shane was leaning back, watching you as she wiped her glistening mouth with the back of her hand. She looked like the cat who’d got the cream. And you supposed she had… literally.
“Don’t look at me like that,” you said a bit breathlessly, a grin tugging at your lips despite yourself. Your head dropped back against the pillow, your lids feeling heavy. It would be at least an hour before you moved from this spot.
Shane stood, bracing a knee against the couch as she leaned over you again. She tugged your tights back up your legs and pulled your skirt back down around your thighs haphazardly. The smile she shot you was both amused and fond. “Now we’re even.”
SYNOPSIS - everyone knows vi. how could they not? a jock—captain of the school’s softball team— notorious for gifting girls her varsity jacket, then mysteriously having it back on her shoulders a week later. a heartthrob. painfully attractive with a piercing icy blue gaze that burned with intensity and passion. so how are you supposed to act when the Violet Lanes sets her eyes on you, a shy, quiet nerd in her fourth period ELA?
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・Katara is a very devoted partner. And being your wife means that she is loyal to you and only you.
・It could be said that she's a ride or die. Which could surprise some people, but her heart is yours.
・She always has your back
・Sometimes you think she knows more about you than you do
・Which is true
・You were the one to propose, it was underneath the moonlight, with a ring that you had carved yourself.
・She cried on your shoulder and slipped on the ring.
"I love you," she whispered.
・The wedding was beautiful.
・Katara wanted it to be where she grew up. With close friends and family.
・She wore white, with her hair braided and flowers woven in.
・Toph was her maid of honour, Zuko was your maid of honour/best man.
・Sokka officiated the wedding and Aang sat in the front with those closest to you.
・You're a couple that other people look up to
・When it's just the two of you together, Katara lets her mask come off. She relies on you in those moments. You being the rock her water beats against.
・Katara wakes up first, every morning. She watches you sleep for a few minutes than gets up and gets ready,
・You on the other hand, wait for Katara to wake you up
・Wherever you go, she always takes the left side of the bed
・Katara falls asleep on your shoulder a lot, and you just sit there without moving. Because you don't want to wake her up.
toph who is very attuned to your heartbeat. she can pinpoint it in a crowd, instantly moving towards it because while all heartbeats don't sound the same, yours is a specific melody she wholly adores.
sometimes she'll lay her head on your chest so she can feel it. the strong beats that symbolise blood rushing through your veins, that tells her you're alive and right here with her.
"is that what my heart sounds like to you?" you ask one evening, voice quiet as you're curled up around each other in bed. she's confused at first before realising she's been tapping out the steady rhythm of your heart against the small of your bare back.
she smiles. "yeah, it's the worst sound i've ever heard."
"always the romantic," you retort playfully, poking her side just to hear her not squeak. "if it sounds so bad then get your face out of my tits."
"your tits are what's making this whole exp bearable," toph quips, nuzzling further into your chest and securing her strong arm around your waist. "so be quiet and let me get my compensation."
you laugh softly, running a hand through her thick hair with your nails gently scratching her scalp. she melts into it, eyes closing to bask in the serenity of this moment. a moment she hopes to keep having for the rest of her life.
"you're so annoying," you murmur fondly and toph's heart swells against her ribs.
"you're so annoying," she shoots back, a whisper but you hear it, your hold on her tightening.
your heartbeat continues strong against toph's ear, the most beautiful sound and she'll ensure it'll continue beating until nature takes it course and takes you both.
.☘︎ ܁˖ despite toph’s clear attempts, you just won’t take a hint! ⸝⸝ wlw intended
cw: none!
┈─ note: i loved the movie sm. first time writing for anyone in the atla universe, so lmk what u think!
.☘︎ ܁˖ she didn’t know why she still tried, honestly. she’d all but directly told you she liked you, yet you still wouldn’t take the hint. sure, she didn’t really know how to act on her feelings, but she thought she was being obvious enough.
.☘︎ ܁˖ she’d always made sure you were okay after missions if you’d decided to tag along. she was always really wary on those missions, though. she kept worrying that if she somehow got distracted, she’d lose sense of you.
.☘︎ ܁˖ “is she always this anxious on missions?” you’d whispered to sokka when toph was out of earshot.
.☘︎ ܁˖ “no,” he shook his head. “it’s only when you’re with us.” then he gave you a knowing look. you just brushed it off.
.☘︎ ܁˖ she felt much more at ease when you didn’t tag along. it let her finish the job quicker while not having to worry about your safety. after the missions, she’d make the gaang drop her off at your nation. every single time. but she always acted like she had some other business to do there— she’d always deny it if anyone called her out for it.
.☘︎ ܁˖ you never even had to say anything to her upon her arrival. you could just be watching her hop down from appas saddle from within the crowd, and she’d know right where you stood.
.☘︎ ܁˖ she’d walk straight to where you stood and pull you towards her, with her arms wrapping around your waist. she couldn’t care less if people were staring. let them stare— let them see who’d taken the heart of the world’s best earthbender.
.☘︎ ܁˖ “hey pretty,” she’d say. “how you been without me?” she didn’t know how much more obvious she could get. the people around knew, but you never seemed to get it.
.☘︎ ܁˖ you’d always take her to your place so she could rest. you’d ask her about the mission, and she’d tell you all about how annoying everything was.
.☘︎ ܁˖ “sokka wouldn’t stop complaining about how dark it was. like, try being blind for a day!” she complained, tossing a rock in her hand. “it would’ve been better if you were there, yknow.”
.☘︎ ܁˖ then you told her about your day. you told her about all the people you’d dealt with, the things you’d bought, even about an outfit that you weren’t sure suited you.
.☘︎ ܁˖ “well, i know i’m blind,” she said, “but i’m sure it looks good on you. you probably look good in everything.”
.☘︎ ܁˖ “you think so?” you smiled. “you’re too kind, toph.”
.☘︎ ܁˖ “only when it comes to you,” she said, pausing her tossing with the rock and facing in your general direction, like she was listening for any hint that you understood what she’d meant.
.☘︎ ܁˖ you smiled. “guess being your best friend has its perks, huh?”
.☘︎ ܁˖ she crushed the rock in her hand and sighed.
toph walks around with hickies on her neck shamelessly. unlike aang, who covers up the marks left by katara, toph wears hers with pride.
she's prideful over the pretty girl she always has waiting at home, ready to paint toph's body with dark love marks. she has them all over her neck, her shoulders, and sometimes even on her biceps.
if toph sees you before she goes to see the rest of the gang, you make sure to leave your mark by pressing kisses all over her body—ensuring that your lipstick stains her skin.
"toph," sokka would grimace at the sight of toph. "you need to tell your girl to lay off. she's sucking you dry like a vampire."
toph would only grin.
she can never see the marks you leave on her, of course, but the sensitivity of her bruised skin is enough to make her go fucking crazy. it was always a reminder of you.
listen im just here to go crazy in ur ask box but i don't care how but lin and suyin are reader's and toph's kids BIOLOGICALLY.
I DONT KNOW HOW AND I DONT CARE. (this leans more on wlw but do whatever with this thought.)
TOPH BEIFONG X READER
𓏲ּ𝄢 raising lin and suyin ⸝⸝ wlw intended
cw: toph isn’t good with kids, maybe incorrect details for suyin and lin (i haven’t watched tlok in years), toph is a lil mean
┈─ note: its been SO long since ive seen tlok and i remember absolutely nothing from it. i had to look up stuff to make this as accurate as i could </3. also we’re ignoring science for this and acting like you and toph are both their biological parents
𓏲ּ𝄢 toph wasn’t the best at raising children, so you took charge for the majority of lin and suyins childhood— especially since toph was usually busy with her title as chief of police.
𓏲ּ𝄢 toph was around the most when lin was just born. she tried helping you as much as she could with lin, but she wasn’t necessarily good at it. still, lin loved toph and looked up to her.
𓏲ּ𝄢 sometimes lin would make you play with her, acting like you were a criminal and she was the chief of police. toph was usually at work when this happened, but she was able to see it more than once.
𓏲ּ𝄢 “i am the chief of police, and i command you to stop!” lin would stand with a hand on her hip, and with the other pointing at you. according to her, you’d stolen some fruit (plastic toys) from a market (her room). it was silly, but you went along with it.
𓏲ּ𝄢 toph came home halfway through your little act. she was amused by your acting, and found it funny how lin wanted to be like her.
𓏲ּ𝄢 “well, i am pretty awesome,” she’d laugh. she’d act like she brushed it off, but in reality, she thought it was adorable that your daughter looked up to her so much.
𓏲ּ𝄢 lin started earthbending by the time she was 5, and toph was very eager to start training her already. you didn’t completely shut her down, but you told her to be careful and patient with her, as she was only 5.
𓏲ּ𝄢 sometimes you’d come home and find toph and lin in the backyard. lin would be lifting a small boulder from the ground, and toph looked proud of her. the only bad thing was that there’d be a hole in the ground, but you’d have toph fix that later..
𓏲ּ𝄢 “she’s still got a lot of work to do,” toph told you, watching as lin continued throwing boulders around.
𓏲ּ𝄢 “she’s only 5, toph,” you sighed. “she’ll get there.”
𓏲ּ𝄢 a year later, suyin was born. she was a lot different from her sister, and you and toph could already tell she was going to be a handful. and even with her job, toph still tried to help you out as much as she could, given that you now had two children instead of one.
𓏲ּ𝄢 you sort of felt like the more maternal one in the relationship. you made sure your kids were fed and entertained them while toph was away— which was actually for the best. you couldn’t imagine toph doing what you had to do. she always liked to be in action, not taking care of kids all day.
𓏲ּ𝄢 however, toph had her moments with them. aside from training, toph laughed and joked with them, and they loved it. they’d tell you about a joke she’d made or about something they’d done together, and it almost made you jealous. it also made you wonder what they told toph about you..
𓏲ּ𝄢 usually, toph took a nap on the couch upon coming home from work, and that’s what she’d done this evening. you’d just finished making dinner and went to the living room to let her know, when you saw her face with badly applied makeup and small bows and accessories in her hair.
𓏲ּ𝄢 “..please don’t tell mama,” suyin whispered from below you. you felt her tugging at your leg, and you looked down and saw her with a guilty expression. clearly, she’d been the one who made toph look like that.
𓏲ּ𝄢 you sighed. “well, i have to wake her up so she can eat.” you began walking forward again so you could reach the couch where toph was lying. suyin anxiously watched you.
𓏲ּ𝄢 you didn’t end up telling toph about what suyin had done; you just removed the accessories from her hair without her realizing. all the makeup came off when she showered later that day, anyway.
𓏲ּ𝄢 eventually, lin turned 12, and she’d clearly improved in her earthbending. toph was already eager to teach her to metalbend, and she grew impatient when lin didn’t immediately pick up on it.
𓏲ּ𝄢 “give her time,” you reassured her. “there’s no rush. besides, she’s only 12.”
𓏲ּ𝄢 she scoffed. “only 12?” when i was 12, i created metalbending! what excuse does she have?”
𓏲ּ𝄢 you knew lin had been listening in on your conversation with toph, since you noticed she looked down for the rest of the day. you decided to ask her about it, and she confided in you.
𓏲ּ𝄢 “i don’t want to disappoint her,” she told you. “i want to make her proud of me.”
𓏲ּ𝄢 you frowned. “you’ll learn to metalbend eventually, trust me.”
𓏲ּ𝄢 “but what if i don’t?”
𓏲ּ𝄢 “even if you don’t, you won’t disappoint either of us,” you tried to reassure her, despite knowing toph likely would be disappointed. “metalbending isn’t a requirement.”
𓏲ּ𝄢 when suyin started earthbending, toph went through the same process with her. she started training them together, and you noticed that she was growing stricter with lin.
𓏲ּ𝄢 “why are you so harsh on lin?” you asked her one night when you two went to bed. you knew the conversation might result in an argument, but you didn’t like the way she was treating her.
𓏲ּ𝄢 “she needs to learn to metalbend,” was all she told you. she was lying on her back, but she turned to lie on her side so her back was facing you.
𓏲ּ𝄢 “and she will,” you insisted. “and even if she doesn’t, it’s not the end of the world, toph.”
𓏲ּ𝄢 she stayed quiet.
𓏲ּ𝄢 “i know you want her to metalbend like you, but you have to be patient, or accept that she might never learn.”
𓏲ּ𝄢 a couple nights later, you heard toph quietly apologizing to lin. once you heard it go quiet, you decided to search for them. you found them sleeping on lins bed, with lin lying on toph’s chest.
𓏲ּ𝄢 toph might have her flaws when it comes to children, but you’d help her through it.
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toph x childhood friend reader !!! toph talks about her to the gaang a lot, so color them surprise when they meet her after like 10 years and she's clearly way more quiet and cold than toph described (not with toph though, toph makes her lose her composure)
TOPH BEIFONG X CHILDHOOD FRIEND!READER
˖𓍢ִ໋❀ after years of talking about you to the gaang, toph finally introduces you to them ⸝⸝ wlw intended
cw: no use of y/n but i did use [name] a few times, might be a lil disorganized, only briefly proofread so srry if there’s spelling mistakes, no official relationship (yet)
┈─ note: i think i might of overlooked the “quiet and cold” part of the request which i apologize for </3 also i thought this request was so cute! i wish i could’ve came up with more for it, but this was all i got
˖𓍢ִ໋❀ you’d known toph for more than 10 years, so it wasn’t rare that she mentioned you at times. she always talked to the gaang about you, no matter the topic. she liked showing off about your achievements or anything you’d done before.
˖𓍢ִ໋❀ you were a complete contrast to toph. you were quiet and reserved, other than when you were around her, of course. she was able to bring out a side of you that you didn’t even know existed. she’d had you doing things you never knew you were capable of.
˖𓍢ִ໋❀ aang could be talking about a type of animal, and despite it not mattering, toph would say “oh, [name] had one of those as a pet.” or if someone mentioned a new skill they’d learned: “you’re so behind— [name]’s known how to do that for years!”
˖𓍢ִ໋❀ “well, you’ve been talking about this girl for years,” aang said one day. “you ever gonna introduce us to her?”
˖𓍢ִ໋❀ “one day, twinkle toes,” she’d say.
˖𓍢ִ໋❀ one of the reasons you hadn’t met them was because of the inconvenience. you had a busy schedule, and you didn’t live in the united republic of nations like they did. when you did have free time, it was usually spent with toph, and toph alone.
˖𓍢ִ໋❀ you also didn’t really look forward to meeting them, anyway. you weren’t necessarily social, nor could you start or keep a conversation with someone besides toph, so you didn’t want to bother. you were fine with keeping your identity a secret.
˖𓍢ִ໋❀ toph also liked keeping you to herself. she liked being the only one who knew about you, and she was also afraid that the gaang would be a bad influence on you. but mostly the former.
˖𓍢ִ໋❀ “they really want to meet you, y’know,” she told you one night. you were lying on a field of grass with her, just looking up at the night sky. toph laid beside you with her hands behind her head.
˖𓍢ִ໋❀ “they do?” you asked. “why? have you… mentioned me a lot?”
˖𓍢ִ໋❀ “just once or twice,” she lied. “but they’re really eager about it. especially the one with the ponytail.” she’d told you about the members of the gaang more than once, but nowhere near as much as she told them about you.
˖𓍢ִ໋❀ “..sokka, right?”
˖𓍢ִ໋❀ she hummed in confirmation.
˖𓍢ִ໋❀ “i don’t think I’m all that interesting, though..” you murmured. you clearly weren’t very enthusiastic about meeting them.
˖𓍢ִ໋❀ she scoffed, “oh come on, you’re more interesting than all of them combined!”
˖𓍢ִ໋❀ they were all really curious about you, especially because of the way toph talked about you. they could all tell toph really liked you, so much that they wondered if you were her secret girlfriend.
˖𓍢ִ໋❀ “so… what’s she like?” katara asked toph out of curiosity.
˖𓍢ִ໋❀ “she’s nice,” toph shrugged, “not very talkative though.” and oh how much of an understatement that was.
˖𓍢ִ໋❀ the day you’d finally met them was on one of your free days. the day before, toph asked you if she and the gaang could stay over at your place for the night, since it would be a long flight to get back to the city. reluctantly, you agreed.
˖𓍢ִ໋❀ your house was miles away from any city nearby. you were far from other people, and you liked it that way. you were already outside your house when you saw appa preparing to land.
˖𓍢ִ໋❀ “wait,” sokka whispered to toph, watching you from where you stood in your front yard. “is that her? like THE [name]?”
˖𓍢ִ໋❀ toph nodded. “uh-huh.”
˖𓍢ִ໋❀ “..she doesn’t look like she’s happy to see us,” katara murmured. overall, all of them were pretty intimidated by you.
˖𓍢ִ໋❀ you led toph and the gaang into your house. katara went on about how nice it was to finally meet you, and aang just smiled the whole time (the only person who was missing was zuko, cause yk firelord duties). despite all their conversation, thy could hardly get any words out of you.
˖𓍢ִ໋❀ “hey, is she okay?” katara pulled toph to the side. “is she fine with us staying here? did you even let her know?”
˖𓍢ִ໋❀ “relax, she’s fine,” toph insisted. “she’s just shy today, or something..” you were never this quiet around toph, so she completely forgot that’s how you normally were.
˖𓍢ִ໋❀ in the other room, you were sat in your living room with sokka and aang. sokka had been practically talking your ear off.
˖𓍢ִ໋❀ “toph literally ALWAYS talk about you, y’know,” sokka told you. “like ALL the time. we can never get her to shut—“
˖𓍢ִ໋❀ you hadn’t even realized toph retired, but she quickly shut him up by punching him in the stomach. “don’t listen to him. he’s stupid.”
˖𓍢ִ໋❀ “i’m aang. it’s great to finally meet you after so long,” aang introduced himself. “also, i hope you don’t mind that my bison’s out there..”
˖𓍢ִ໋❀ they all took turns asking you questions about yourself, which kind of overwhelmed you. how much had toph talked about you that they were this eager? toph eventually shut them down, though.
˖𓍢ִ໋❀ “alright, that’s enough,” toph told them. “it’s late, and i don’t want to hear any of you complaining about not getting enough sleep in the morning.”
˖𓍢ִ໋❀ you showed them to the extra rooms you had, but toph stayed by your side instead of heading to one of the rooms as well.
˖𓍢ִ໋❀ your curiousity eventually got the best of you. “how much did you talk about me, toph?”
˖𓍢ִ໋❀ “not a lot. don’t let what sokka said get to you.”
˖𓍢ִ໋❀ “are you you sure? it didn’t seem like he was lying..”
˖𓍢ִ໋❀ she crossed her arms and looked away. “well, maybe i mentioned you just a little more than i said..”
˖𓍢ִ໋❀ you laughed, and that was the first time you’d laughed all day. “okay, if you say so.”
˖𓍢ִ໋❀ “just get some sleep, sweetheart,” she told you, before heading off to the room she usually stayed in when she slept over.
˖𓍢ִ໋❀ when you went to bed, you kept replaying the events of today. sokka was clearly the more outspoken one, katara was sweet, and aang seemed to keep the group together.
˖𓍢ִ໋❀ maybe you could get used to these new additions in your life.
synopsis : in which your girlfriend knows how to cheer you up after a fight with your mom.
word count : 1.2k words.
-— tags & warnings : : nsfw — minors do not interact. gentle/rough sex, vaginal fingering (r! receiving), cunnilingus (r! receiving), overstimulation, lesbian sex, dirty talk (?), praises, porn w little to no plot, gf! vi, modern! au, contains cursing. proceed with caution.
You hated Friday nights.
The particular day of the week — or you could say, your week — has been filled with bullshits that you were one second from jumping through your bedroom window.
Just hours ago, you had received the worst score in one of your major exams at an important class you've been taking. Sure — majority of your class had failed the test, but the frustration and irritation that you've been having all day was nothing compared when you got home.
Now stuck in your bedroom after a fight with your Mom — you were a hundred percent sure you'd miss out a party that you've been looking forward to for weeks.
"No, Cait. I can't exactly fish out a magic carpet to get me at the party." you sighed, pressing the phone against your ear as your best friend, Caitlyn rolled her eyes.
"Are you seriously telling me you can't go?" Cait raised a brow as you only groaned, reluctantly nodding.
"I can't. Mom's been pissed about everyone since morning, and Dad's home from work. I'll be seriously grounded if I even tried to sneak out." you muttered, plopping down against your bed.
"...Fine. Tell me all about it tommorow." Cait said, before sighing as to voice out her displeasure at the idea of you not being able to go. "Gotta go now, I'll see you tommorow okay?"
"Bye, don't drink too much." you spoke as the line ended, leaving you alone, sprawled out in bed with nothing to do.
Your eyes drifted off to the ceiling, seemingly counting all the minutes that had gone by since Cait last called, before you heard rustling just outside your window that made you pause.
You looked at the houses just outside, all seemingly quiet now as your gaze returned back to the ceiling, until you heard the rustling sound again.
Reluctantly sitting up as you walked towards the window to investigate the sounds coming outside, you almost jumped at seeing a face peek out, only to sigh in relief when you saw the familiar red strands of hair you'd recognize from a mile away.
"What the hell, Vi?" you clicked your tongue in annoyance, opening your window as she only chuckled, pushing herself up as she successfully landed in the floor of your room.
"Hey," she murmured, pulling you closer by the waist to press a kiss onto your forehead. "Didn't see you at the party, figured you were here." she shrugged as you sighed.
"Don't remind me." you rolled your eyes, walking back to back to your bed as you plopped down, staring at the ceiling once again as Vi only chuckled, her raspy chuckle already sending shivers at your stomach.
"Why are you here?" you raised a brow, still focusing your gaze somewhere around the ceiling as Vi sat not far, staring down at you with an amused expression.
"Didn't want to spend a party without you." she mumbled, carefully lifting your head to place it on her lap as she stared down at you, her thumb already tracing your features. "Fought with your Mom again?"
"And now I'm on the verge of getting grounded." you grumbled, tugging at a loose thread of your top. "I'm starting to think I have the shittiest week at the entire universe."
Vi only hummed, her fingers treading to the soft strands of your hear as if a lightbulb just lit up on her head, a smirk slowly carving its way towards her mouth. "I think I can help with that," she murmured.
That was precisely how you ended up with her on your side, lips intertwined with yours as her fingers teased themselves to the edge of your skirt, slowly brunching them off as you pulled away, catching your breath.
"My parents are sleeping," you whispered as she only chuckled, voice low as she started to press her lips down to your neck, playing with the straps of your top.
"So?" she murmured, before her lips returned to yours as it eventually trailed just next to your ear. "Think you can be quiet?"
Your breathing was heavier now, the straps already falling off your shoulder as your skirt was brunched up, forcing yourself to respond with a nod.
"Good," she murmured, her fingers trailing themselves on your inner thigh now, knuckles grazing against your cotton panties, biting your lip as you shivered from the contact.
She only chuckled at your reaction, pressing a kiss at your forehead as she pulled the fabric aside, long — calloused fingers circling your clit as you closed your eyes, relaxing further into the mattress.
"Fuck, that's it." she whispered, her fingers moving in a steady rhythm, watching your reaction as you laid in the pillows, already needy at her touch.
Her fingers, now coated with the layer of your arousal, slowly pushed a finger inside of you, watching as how your mouth fell onto a small shape of 'o', eyes already rolling at the back of your head.
"Yeah? Feels good?" she murmured, slowly curling them just to feel how your walls were clinging tightly onto her.
"Fuck— Vi," you moaned, back arching as her fingers rolled deep inside you, drunk at the feeling of her inside your walls.
She slowly pushed another finger inside — your walls retracting from the sudden stretch of her digits — your grip on her slowly tightening as your hips met her movements, chasing your high.
"So fucking tight." she murmured, leaning against you as her hand stayed between your parted legs, fingers buried deep inside your cunt.
Her free hand gripped your chin, forcing your eyes to open just for her to kiss you, desperately trying to focus at her lips intertwined with yours, and not her fingers deep buried in you.
You pulled Vi closer, gripping the back of your shirt as you kissed back, pulling away once you're slowly feeling a knot deep in your stomach.
" 'M Close," you whined, watching as she slowly settled between your legs, pulling one of her fingers back which made you whimper at the loss of the stretch — only to replace it instead with her tongue that was insistent of you finally having your orgasm.
Your fingers buried themselves at the reddish strands of your girlfriend's hair — her tongue swirling at all the right places, lapping up your cunt in the best way possible.
The last thought you had in your brain was the fact that you and Vi might be caught with your parents just a few rooms at the floor, desperately needing yourself to come.
Your free hand tugged at her reddish-pink strands as your other clasped at your mouth — muffling your noises as the knot in your stomach seemed to tighten themselves further.
You couldn't give a damn at the thought of Vi being coated with your arousal for a second, eyes rolling at the back of your head as you chased your high, grinding your hips against her tongue.
"I'm coming— Fuck—!" you almost yelled, back arching as you came down at her tongue, your girlfriend lapping up all your juices like a woman starved to death.
Vi stayed between your legs for some minutes, forcing herself to lie down beside you as your breathing was heavy, eyes hazy from the pleasure you had just experienced.
"Told you I had some ideas to pass time," Vi rasped out which you only chuckled to, curling up beside her.
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