Maze

The constant patter of your bare feet against the floorboards felt less like a walk and more like a countdown. You've spent the last forty-five minutes wearing down the fibers of your rug as your mind violently loops through every possible scenario of how this might go.

Toph was coming over. Not Chief Beifong or the legendary earthbender that helped save the world. Your Girlfriend Toph.

Even framing the thought felt like a beautiful, terrifying glitch in reality. If anyone had told you back then that the two of you would end up here, you would've laughed in their face. There had been a time years ago where you were convinced Toph despised the very ground you walked on.

When Katara first introduced you to the Gaang, you were just another quiet presence orbiting the chaos that seemed to follow them wherever they went.

So, when Toph offered to train you, you jumped at the chance. Learning from someone like her felt like an opportunity you'd be stupid to pass up. You lasted all of five minutes under her training before you regretted that enthusiasm almost entirely.

Toph was merciless with her teasing. The second you settled into an earthbending stance, she was there, circling like a predator that had caught the scent of weakness. She picked apart every misplaced foot, every hesitation and flaw in your technique with brutal efficiency. No matter how hard you trained, she always seemed to find something wrong.

It was extremely disheartening. Whether she meant to or not, every correction felt like a reminder that you would never reach the impossible standard she set simply by existing.

You spent weeks drowning in self-doubt, feeling small beneath the weight of her impossible standards, until a frustrated late night rant to your sister changed everything. Her advice had been painfully simple, stop letting her walk all over you.

“She's an earthbender,” Your sister had said, looking at you like the answer should've been obvious. “People think earthbenders respect strength and that's not true. They respect resistance and things that refuse to break.”

At the time, you thought she was completely insane, it would never work with Toph. She'd just chuck a boulder at you the second you stepped out of line. But then you thought about it. Toph challenged everyone around her, including her friends. She constantly pushed and prodded at people just to see what they were made of, the only people she genuinely seemed to admire were the people that didn't take her shit.

So you took a breath, steeled your nerves, and followed her advice. The next time Toph opened her mouth to tear your stance apart, you snapped. Not in the flustered, defensive way she was probably expecting. You didn't stumble over excuses or shrink beneath her criticism. You fired right back. Every sharp remark she threw at you was met with one of your own, each response carrying months of bottled frustration.

The effect was immediate, the entire camp fell silent. Katara froze mid-sentence, Sokka looked like he'd just witnessed a man volunteer to wrestle a badgermole. Even Aang had gone completely still, his eyes darting nervously between the two of you as everyone collectively waited for Toph to split the earth open and drop you into it.

For a moment, Toph just stood there, her sightless eyes wide with genuine shock. You had completely caught her off guard. She just assumed you were just another fragile tagline trying to sneak your way into the group, and she clearly didn't think you had a backbone. But now, she had finally caught a taste of the woman you really are.

A slow, sly smile crept across her face, poorly concealed behind a wall of defensive sarcasm as she muttered a dismissive response and waved you off. But you'd caught it. That brief flicker of approval. Toph respected strength, and for the first time, you had shown her yours. From that day forward, she stopped looking past you and started looking at you.

Her attitude didn't soften overnight– she was still Toph, after all. Blunt, stubborn, and far too proud to admit when she actually liked someone. But the edge began to shift. Her teasing lost its bite, slowly transforming into a familiar back and forth that no longer left you second guessing yourself. Instead of feeling targeted, you found yourself laughing.

Then came the compliments.

They were few and far inbetween at first, tucked into the margins of training sessions and hidden beneath layers of sarcasm so thick you would almost miss them. She'd offer a grudging acknowledgement occasionally, a muttered ‘not bad’ when you actually made her break out into a sweat during sparring. Tiny scraps of praise delivered as if she was physically incapable of giving them any other way.

When the group gathered around the campfire, Toph gradually began claiming the spot beside you. At first, you dismissed it as coincidence. Then it happened again. Before long, it had become routine. No matter where you sat, Toph somehow ended up next to you, her shoulder pressed lightly against yours as she joined the conversation as though she'd always belonged there.

For six months, the two of you existed in a constant push and pull that neither of you ever bothered to define. Toph would take a step forward, then two steps back whenever things started feeling too real. On the days her walls shot back up, you learned not to retreat. You sought her out, refusing to let her disappear behind her defenses. More often than not, she'd grumble about your persistence while secretly allowing you to stay.

She never flirted openly, that wasn't her style. Toph wasn't the type to shower someone with compliments or wear her feelings on her sleeve. If anything, she became even more difficult to read when she cared about someone. But in the quiet moments, when the rest of the world faded away and it was just the two of you, she would occasionally let something slip. Whether it be an observation or a small truth she'd noticed about you that nobody else had.

Those rare words always hit harder than any grand romantic gesture ever could. They were so specific, so thoughtful and undeniably genuine that they left you feeling understood in a way that only she could. Toph saw things other people missed. And when she chose to share those things with you, it felt like being handed a piece of her heart. And by that point, the feelings between you had become impossible to ignore.

You knew she would never be the one to ask for a first date. Whether out of stubborn pride or a hidden fear of rejection, she wasn't going to take the leap. So, you took the initiative. You planned the entire evening down to the very last hour, making sure every detail suited her perfectly. It paid off entirely, you spent the whole night laughing, completely lost in each other’s company.

Now, half a year later, the two of you are practically inseparable. Toph still manages to surprise you. She'll show up at your workplace unannounced with food and your favorite snacks, acting as though she just happened to be passing by. Every time you thank her, she brushes it off with a scoff, but the faint lift of her shoulders and the unmistakable pride in her expression always give her away.

The two of you spent hours wandering the city with no destination in mind, content to simply exist in each other's company. Some days were filled with conversation while others passed in comfortable silence. Overtime, the walls Toph spent years building around herself lowered.

She trusted you with stories few people have ever heard- the suffocating expectations of her parents, the anger and hurt she carried for years beneath her fearless exterior. With every confession, she handed you another piece of herself. And without even realizing it, you gave her your whole heart in return.

It was during a quiet evening on your couch, just a few nights ago, that everything finally changed. You had been in the middle of a story, rambling about something completely mundane, when Toph suddenly fell silent. Before you could question the shift, she closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a kiss that stole the words right out of your mouth.

The force of it left you breathless. It felt as though she'd been holding herself back for months, carefully keeping her feelings contained behind stubborn pride and practiced restraint, only for all of it to finally give way at once.

Your arms rose to wrap around her neck, sinking into the pull of her as you let her take the lead. Toph drew you closer, her hands gliding down your sides before settling on your thighs, the touch sending a sharp rush of electricity through your entire body. The kiss deepened, months of tension finally spilling free between you, until the need for air became impossible to ignore.

A shuddering breath escaped Toph's lips, the exhale mingling with yours before she closed the distance once more. This time, the urgency that had consumed her moments ago began to ebb away. You rested your forehead against hers, eyes drifting shut as the fierce, demanding press of her lips softened into something infinitely more intimate.

She pressed a series of slow, lingering kisses against the corner of your mouth, then along your cheek, each one gentler than the last. Like she was trying to memorize the texture of your skin without the help of her seismic sense.

When she finally pulled back just enough for you to look at her, your breath caught. Toph's cheeks were flushed a deep pink, the color striking against her normally pale complexion. Her sightless green eyes were wide, with something you couldn't place.

Toph's jaw tightened, she looked almost uncomfortable, a rare sight on its own. The fierce confidence she carried so effortlessly seemed to falter as a storm of emotions crossed her face. Her brow furrowed. Her lips parted, then pressed together again. It was as if she was trying to wrestle a thousand thoughts into a single sentence and losing the fight.

“Baby?” Your voice came out softer than intended, threaded with clear concern. The endearment seemed to catch her off guard. You lifted a hand to her cheek, your thumb brushing gently across her flushed skin. “Is everything okay?”

Toph immediately turned her head away, breaking the moment between you despite the fact that she couldn't see your face. Her hand slipped from your thigh, and the sudden loss of contact left an unexpected ache in its wake. It took everything in you not to reach for her and pull her right back into your space.

“I’m fine,” She said, but the words were strained, catching in her throat. Her tongue quickly darted out to lick her damp lips that still tasted distinctly of you.

Your eyes searched her face, studying the tension in her jaw and the way her shoulders had drawn rigid. Moments ago, she'd been holding you like she never wanted to let go. Now it felt as though she was trying to put an ocean of distance between you.

“Okay..” You trailed off, the word heavy with a doubt you couldn’t quite hide. Your eyes searched her face, your chest tightening as the silence stretched between you. “Was it something I did?”

“No!” Her response came out far sharper than she intended. Toph winced almost as soon as the word left her mouth, frustration flashing across her features. Not at you, at herself.

Through the soles of her bare feet pressed against the floor, Toph felt it instantly– the subtle shift in your posture, the tiny flinch you hadn't intended to make. Her expression darkened with regret.

“Dammit,” She muttered under her breath. One hand raking through her hair, which had long since escaped its usual bun. Dark waves spilled over her shoulders as she exhaled heavily, the tension she'd been carrying finally beginning to crack.

Her shoulder slackened, “I didn't mean to snap. You didn’t do anything wrong. Actually, you did everything right and that's the problem.”

You could see the internal battle playing out across her face as she struggled to find the right words. You didn't interrupt, you simply remained beside her, patient and steady, giving her the space she needed to untangle the knot of emotions trapped inside her chest. The quiet settled around you like a blanket, gentle and unhurried.

When she finally spoke again, the defensive roughness was completely gone, replaced by a raw sincerity that made your heart skip a beat.

“You’re perfect, baby,” Toph reassured you, her hand reaching out accurately to find yours, squeezing your fingers tightly. “Can I ask you an honest question?”

Your stomach immediately dropped.

You sat a little straighter, every muscle in your body tensing despite yourself. A cold knot of anxiety twisted in your chest, and before you could stop it, your mind was already racing toward every worst-case scenario imaginable. It didn't make any sense.

Nothing about this should have scared you. Yet your mind had somehow convinced you this was where she changed her mind. The thought lodged itself firmly in your chest, refusing to leave. You worried your lower lip between your teeth, forcing yourself to push the panic aside. Whatever Toph needed to say, you wanted her to feel safe enough to say it. Even if the possibility of losing her made your throat tighten.

“Anything, Toph,” Your voice came out gentler than you expected. You gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. “What's on your mind?”

Toph let out a slow, unsteady breath, her shoulders finally sagging as though she'd been carrying the weight of the conversation alone for far too long. Some of the tension drained from her posture, and her sightless eyes lifted toward you. Even without being able to see your expression, it felt like she could sense every ounce of anxiety written across your face.

“Have you ever thought about..” She paused, visibly searching for the words. “You know. Taking the next step in our relationship?”

“Toph, what the hell!” You blurted out, a breathless laugh slipping through your exasperation as relief flooded your system so quickly it left you lightheaded.

The tension that had been in your chest moments ago vanished completely. Before she could retreat behind another sarcastic comment or shove her feelings back behind those carefully built walls, you reached for her wrist and gently tugged her closer.

Toph let out a surprised huff as you pulled her toward you. “Hey-”

The protest died in her throat as she found herself settling comfortably into your lap. For once, she didn't argue. She simply adjusted herself until she was comfortable, one arm draping around your shoulders as she leaned into you. The familiar weight of her against your chest was grounding, soothing the last of your rattled nerves.

“You scared the absolute shit out of me,” You muttered, tightening your arms around her waist and holding her close.

Toph snorted, the sound was muffled slightly by your shoulder. “Yeah?”

“Yes!” You pressed your forehead against hers, shaking your head. “For a second there, I thought you were about to break up with me.”

The admission earned you a groan. “Oh, spirits.” Toph buried her face in the crook of your neck. “You're so dramatic.”

“Can you blame me?” You shot back, a reluctant smile tugging at her lips.

“No.” There was regret in her voice as her tone lowered to a register she only reserved for you. “It wasn't my intention to scare you.”

Her thumbs lightly brushed the edge of your jaw as she focused on the vibrations of your speech. She tilted her head up slightly, her clouded eyes fixed in your direction as she waited for your honest opinion.

“I was just wondering if you felt the same way or not.”

You tightened your arms around her waist, drawing her a little closer until there was barely any space left between you. The rapid beat of your heart thudded against your ribs, impossible to hide, and judging by the faint smile tugging at Toph's lips, she could feel every bit of it.

“I definitely feel the same way, Toph,” You placed a gentle kiss to her flushed cheek before pulling back just enough to face her.

“But what about you?” You asked. “Are you sure you're ready? We don't have to rush anything. We can take things as slowly as you want.”

Toph went quiet.

Her hands rested against your collarbones, steady and warm, while the silence stretched between you. You could feel the heat radiating from her face, and for once, the woman who never seemed embarrassed by anything looked unable to hide it. A soft puff of air escaped her, fanning across your lips.

“I am,” She admitted quietly. The words were barely above a whisper, but they carried more certainty than anything else she'd said that evening. “With you, I'm ready.”

Her fingers curled slightly against your shirt. “I trust you and I want it to be you.”

For a moment, all you could do was look at her. Then your expression softened.

“Okay,” You whispered. You leaned in and pressed a slow, deep kiss to her lips. “I trust you too, baby.”

Your hand found hers, intertwining your fingers. “And if this is something we really want to do, then there's nobody else I'd rather share that with.”

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So, that's how you found yourself pacing restless circles across your bedroom floor. It had been a week since you came to that beautiful understanding on the couch, confirming you were both ready to take that next step.

And tonight was finally the night.

Every detail had been planned with care. Soft music drifted from the radio in the corner of the room, its low, mellow melody wrapping around the space and blending seamlessly with the warm glow of the lamps. The entire bedroom felt intimate and inviting, carefully arranged to make the evening feel special without feeling forced. Despite all of that, you were a nervous wreck.

You felt painfully aware of yourself in the beautiful lingerie you'd chosen for the occasion. It had seemed elegant when you'd bought it. Now, standing alone in your bedroom waiting for Toph to arrive, it felt equal parts stunning and terrifying. Every brush of fabric against your skin only heightened your awareness, making your pulse flutter wildly in your throat.

The preparation alone had taken hours. You'd spent nearly two of them hidden away in the shower, scrubbing, shaving, and fussing over every little detail until there was nothing left to perfect.

Knowing Toph had a key to your apartment only made the waiting worse. Eventually, your pacing burned itself out, leaving you perched on the edge of the mattress with your fingers twisted tightly in the sheets. The radio hummed softly in the background, filling the silence just enough to keep it from feeling oppressive, but not enough to distract you from the anticipation coiling tighter and tighter in your lower belly.

You felt her coming before she even reached the top of the stairs. The subtle vibrations traveling through the floorboards triggered your own seismic sense. Toph's stride was unlike anyone else's– confident, purposeful, carrying a familiar swagger that seemed woven into every step she took.

Toph moved through the apartment with effortless confidence, navigating the space as though it were an extension of herself. Every step carried her closer, it wasn't long before your bedroom door opened.

Toph stood in the threshold perfectly still, allowing her senses to sweep across the room. Even without her sight, Toph seemed to absorb every detail of the room you'd prepared for her. The soft music humming through the floorboards, the faint scent of incense drifting through the air, the careful attention woven into every corner of the space, it all painted a picture she could feel as clearly as if she were looking at it.

Toph's initial instinct was to throw out a sarcastic comment, to tease you about how unnecessary all the extra production was. She wanted to crack a joke about the music, using her classic defensive shield to mask her own rising nerves. But the words never came.

Through the floorboards, she could feel the subtle tremor in your hands as you clutched the sheets, and she knew you were nervous. She realized then that every single detail in this room was just your way of trying to build a safe, comfortable environment for the two of you.

And she has never loved you more.

Toph allowed her bag to slide from her shoulder, dropping softly to the floor. She stepped fully into the room and closed the door behind her, shutting the rest of the world out. The quiet click of the latch felt strangely final.

You were really doing this.

Without her boots, Toph's bare feet sank into the plush rug as she crossed the room. Her usual confident, authoritative stride softened into something quieter, gentler. The sharp edges she showed the rest of the world seemed to fall away with each step. When she reached the bed, she stopped directly in front of you. Her presence alone was enough to cut through the anxiety that had kept your body rigid for the past hour.

Toph reached for you, her hands sliding slowly up your bare arms. The touch was so light it sent an immediate shiver racing down your spine. Beneath her fingertips, the delicate lace of your lingerie shifted, drawing her attention. Her hands stilled for a moment as she traced the unfamiliar texture with quiet concentration. You watched as an appreciative smile curved at the corner of her mouth.

Carefully, she followed the intricate patterns woven into the fabric, taking in the contrast between the cool, smooth lace and the warmth of your skin beneath it. There was no teasing in her expression now, only genuine admiration.

“You feel incredible,” She whispered. Her voice dropped into that raspy, intimate register you were becoming increasingly fond of. “And you're so soft.”

Her fingertips stayed trail a path down your chest before she tilted her head slightly toward you, the smile on her lips growing warmer. “Did you really do all of this just for me?”

“Yes” You breathed as her fingers cupped the soft swell of your breast through the mesh lingerie, her thumbs rolling your peaked nipple around it. “Only for you.”

She responded by sliding her hands up to the nape of your neck, her fingers tangling gently into your hair. She bent down, resting her forehead against yours so you could feel just how deeply affected she was by how special you were making this for the both of you.

Toph smelled faintly of rain-soaked earth and warm spices, a scent that was unmistakably hers. Outside, rain drummed steadily against the windows, the sound somehow making everything feel even more intimate.

Your eyes slipped closed as you allowed yourself to sink into the moment. The warmth of her body, the quiet hitch in her breathing, and the gentle exploration of her hands left you feeling completely engrossed by her presence. Every touch was deliberate, lasting just enough to make your pulse race.

Toph's hands moved as though she were committing you to memory, tracing every line and curve with patient attention. It was like she was carefully sculpting an image of you in her mind, piecing together every detail through her fingertips alone. Despite the frantic pounding of your heart, you found yourself melting beneath her focus, a breath catching in your throat when her hand ghosted across your lower stomach.

Your own slick was already pooling between your thighs, her touch alone was igniting something in you, burning a path of fire that made every cell in your body hum with a deep need you have never experienced before.

Toph could feel every vibration you were emitting through her skin, and you momentarily allowed your gaze to lift up at her, her clouded pupils were dislocated, darkened in a way you had never seen them before. There was a fierce hunger there now, one that had the air in the room thicken.

“I must be one lucky woman.” She rasped, her lips grazing your cheek as she spoke. The words were accompanied by a trail of feather-light kisses that drifted downward, stopping near the corner of your mouth. “To have you sitting here so pretty for me, waiting to be unwrapped like a gift that keeps on giving.”

The rasp in her voice sent a shiver through your body that settled directly into your core with a pressure so intense you snapped your thighs together tightly. An undeniable ache took over, leaving you entirely focused on intoxicating proximity.

Your breath hitched in your throat as your hands slid up to rest against her waist, feeling the solid warmth of her body beneath your palms. For someone who spent her days being unbreakable, she was holding you as if you were the most fragile, precious thing in the entire world.

“I wanted tonight to be perfect,” You confessed quietly, leaning your weight into her touch as her forehead remained firmly against yours. “For both of us.”

A low hum rumbled from Toph's chest, the sound low and warm enough for you to feel it where your bodies touched. She tilted her head ever so slightly, finally closing the last sliver of distance between you.

The kiss was slow and completely unhurried. It was a gentle reassurance that you had all the time in the world. Her fingers remained threaded through your hair, keeping you close, while her other hand settled comfortably against your hip. The steady contact grounded you instantly, easing the last traces of nervousness that still lingered beneath your skin. When she finally pulled back just enough to breathe, her lips brushed against yours with every word she spoke.

“It was already perfect,” Toph murmured. “Because I'm right here with you.”

The mattress dipped beneath your combined weight as you both sank back into the pillows. You helped her out of her clothes as she climbed into bed into you. Her shirt came first, sliding off her broad shoulders. You had to stifle the pathetic sound threatening to leave your throat as you watched her undo her chest bindings.

Her biceps flexed with every movement as she unraveled the fabric. There was something mesmerizing about watching her like this, every motion confident, controlled, and unmistakably Toph. The only thought that was going through your mind was that you wanted to trace every curve of the hardened muscle with your tongue. You wanted to permanently feel the ridges of her body embedded in every inch of you.

Once her chest was free, your eyes soaked in the slope of her breast and the strong natural lines of her frame that were bare before you. Toph let out a quiet breath as the cool air of the bedroom ghosted across her nipples causing them to harden. Unable to resist the pull any longer, you reached out, your palms closing gently around the swell of them.

You moved your hands slowly across her breast, tracing each curve with soft, sweeping caresses. Every touch felt like an exploration, a quiet conversation between your palms and her skin as you familiarized yourself with this new and treasured landscape.

You made a point of checking in with her constantly, your eyes never straying far from her face as you watched for every subtle shift in expression, every tremor that moved through her body and change in her breathing.

Toph, you soon realized, was a quiet lover. Even when your touch clearly affected her, she rarely gave much away. Her reactions surfaced only in fleeting moments– a soft hitch of breath, a slight tightening of her grip, a barely audible sound slipping free before she could stop it.

That restraint only drew your attention to her more. You found yourself focusing on the smallest details, learning the language of her reactions and the ways she communicated without words. There was something deeply intimate about it, about paying such close attention to someone you loved. Every rare, breathless response felt precious, a glimpse behind the walls she so often kept firmly in place.

“Is this still okay?” You rolled her nipple around your finger, flicking it, never taking your eyes off her face as you searched for any sign of discomfort. Your touch remained gentle and attentive, guided more by instinct than certainty as you focused entirely on her reactions.

“It's perfect.” The words left Toph in a breathless rush. Her fingers tightened against the sheets beneath her as she arched into your touch, the tension in her body giving way to trust.

“More than okay,” She added, her voice softer now, threaded with unmistakable sincerity. “Please don't stop.”

You had no intention of stopping. Drifting lower on the mattress while Toph hovered above you, you pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the center of her chest. The reaction was immediate. Her fingers curled into the sheets, gripping them tightly as her composure began to slip beneath your attention.

You caught her ragged breaths against your skin, your tongue swirling over the warm flesh before your teeth lightly grazed the soft slope of her breast. Above you, Toph's dark hair had long since escaped its confines, spilling around the two of you like a heavy curtain.

The atmosphere of the room seemed to shrink, trapping you both in a pocket of desire and safety as you drew the sensitive peak of her nipple into your mouth. A sharp, stuttering gasp tore from her throat at the sudden suction. Toph's breathing shifted entirely, turning harsh and shallow through her nose, as if she were using every ounce of her willpower just to keep from making a louder sound.

You shifted your focus to her other breast, your fingers lightly pinching the peak you had just left to keep the stimulation burning. You gave it the exact same careful devotion, making the corded muscles in her arms flex as she struggled to hold herself upright under the heavy heat of your mouth against her skin.

“I want to hear you,” Your voice was a low husk as your tongue licked a wet stripe from the tip of her breast all the way up to her collarbone, where you could see her pulse fluttering rapidly beneath her skin. “You don't have to hold back, baby. Not with me.”

To prove it, your teeth grazed the skin above her racing pulse before biting down, not hard enough to hurt, but with just enough pressure to break her. Finally, an unguarded groan escaped her throat, the sound sending a rush of heat through you. You sucked a dark mark into the sensitive skin there, soothing the sting with a warm roll of your tongue as her entire body shuddered above you.

“That's my girl.” You cooed, your voice thick as you sandwiched both of her breasts together and buried your face between them. You could already tell this was going to be one of your favorite parts of her body.

“Baby,” The plea was completely breathless on her tongue as the attention you were giving to her breasts became too much to track.

You eased back, placing a kiss on the swollen flesh. Your lips were damp, your arousal slowly seeped out of your cunt as Toph's calloused hand released the sheets and gripped your hip, letting you know that she was reclaiming her control with just a touch.

You squirmed under the heavy weight of her hand as her thumb skidded across the burning flesh that she could feel vibrating under her touch. Toph hovered just shy of your lips, the heat radiating from her making you arch your frame up into hers, desperate to feel the full weight of her body pressing you down into the mattress.

But she didn't give it to you, not entirely.

There was something so incredibly attractive about the way Toph went about her control. Even though this was a new experience for her as well, there was a confidence there, like she knew what you needed and her ability to give it to you. And she wasn't going to allow you to rush the process. She was setting the place and she was only going to touch you after she got done worshiping your body.

You couldn't help the pout that tugged at your lips, a frustrated whine slipping free as your legs tightened around her waist. Your hands found her shoulders before sliding trailing up and curling around her neck, pulling her closer with surprising strength and refusing to let her maintain that teasing distance any longer.

“Toph,” The air left your lungs in a rush as the solid planes of her body rested fully against yours. Leaving you hopelessly tangled as her thigh slipped between your legs and pressed into your aching core.

“Please, baby.”

The plea came out softer than you'd intended, threaded with a bit of bratiness and impatience as you buried your face against her shoulder, unwilling to let her pull away as you rocked your hips against her thigh, covering her with your wetness so she could feel just how ruined you already were for her.

“Yes, sweetheart?” She asked, the mock innocence in her voice was dangerously sharp for someone who knew exactly what she was doing to you.

She was completely unfazed by your show of strength, Toph merely smiled and nuzzled her cheek against yours. She pressed a soft kiss just beneath your ear, hovering there for a moment, her touch warm and impossibly gentle in contrast to the teasing confidence in her voice.

“Please what?” She whispered roughly against your skin. With a sudden flex of her fingers, she clamped her hands around your waist, completely locking your hips in place and freezing your desperate movements against her.

“Use your words, baby.” Her voice dropped into a dark, seductive register, the low rumble vibrating directly into your chest and sending a sharp, electric jolt straight to your core. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

A shiver rippled through you, your mind completely blanking under the intense, unyielding weight of her focus. Toph took her time, deliberately maintaining her iron grip on your waist while she traced a slow, agonizing path along the curve of your jawline. The warm, damp slide of her tongue left an intoxicating trail against your overheating skin.

Toph was claiming every single inch of your body like it was her own private canvas. Moving lower to the center of your throat, she left a gentle kiss directly over your racing pulse, pausing just to listen to the sharp, frantic way your breath fractured in your chest.

“Fuck,” You moaned, your head snapping back against the pillow, baring your throat to give Toph complete access to the sensitive skin there.

“Oh, I plan to,” She breathed, her lips pressing a warm kiss against your pulse point before she licked a slow line from the base of your throat all the way back up to your lips. Mirroring what you had done to her breasts moments ago, and the reminder made your hips twitch helplessly against her firm hold. “But that isn't what I want to hear.”

Your lips parted as your eyes fluttered open through a haze of absolute need. Reaching up with trembling fingers, you gently brushed a few loose strands of her dark hair that were already sticking to her damp face, tucking them tenderly behind her ear.

“I want you baby.” You whispered, your tongue slipping into her mouth this time as you kissed her. “All of you. Your hands, your mouth, I want to feel every inch of you so I'll never forget what it feels like. I want you to make me come as you whisper in my ear and tell me how much you love me. And afterwards, when I can't feel my legs and I'm thoroughly fucked I want you to sit on my face.”

Toph groaned against your lips as she kissed you back with renewed hunger, your bodies molding together as the heat of her wrapped around you. You were already so wet for her, you could feel every vibration as the friction of your bare skin pressing together made your clit pulse.

Toph was positioned fully between your thighs, you knew what she was trying to do so you helped her. And when you finally found the right angle, the slick heat of your centers aligning made your hips jerk upward, desperate to bridge the remaining fraction of space between you.

Toph let out a low, rough noise in her throat as she felt the trembling of your legs against hers. She didn't move yet, purposely keeping her hot, wet center right on top of you, letting you feel every bit of her soaked folds and twitch of her throbbing clit as her thighs pinned you to the mattress.

“Toph!” You whimpered, your fingers tightened in her thick hair, pulling her face back down to yours. As her wet core pressed against yours, the feeling was like nothing you ever experienced before. You could feel every flutter of her cunt as it clenched around nothing, your combined wetness amplifying your pleasure to the point your eyes blurred. “Please baby- I need you to move.”

Toph's jaw flexed at the feel of your wet cunt underneath her. Her eyes were blown wide as she answered your plea with a sudden, purposeful tilt of her hips, she pressed her center more firmly against yours, beginning the slow, sliding friction you begged for. A loud, breathless gasp broke from your throat asyour bodies moved together in perfect, uninterrupted harmony.

“You feel so good against me.” Toph's voice splintered into a low, gravelly whisper, the words catching in her throat as she melted against you. Her hips slowed, shifting into an agonizingly deep friction that made your body tremble beneath her. Toph hovered there, rocking against you as she took note of every flicker of pleasure your body revealed to her. “Is this okay, baby?”

“Yes, please don't stop,” You cried out, your hands gripping onto her shoulders, fingers indenting her skin, as you gave in completely, letting her guide you movements.

A throaty moan vibrated deep inside Toph's chest, the sound trembling right against your nipple that she took into her mouth. The slick, sliding pressure of her cunt gliding over yours drove a sharp, broken moan from your lips, your head was strewn back into the pillows as your hips began to lift, matching her steady, heavy tilts.

Toph slowly allowed her enlarged clit to delve deep into your slick folds, the bundle of nerves twitching ever so slightly against your aching cunt as she rocked into you like she wanted to draw out every last second of this so it would never end.

“Mmmm so good.” You groaned, as her clit continued to glide into your soaked folds, lightly brushing yours. Every time they touched she would roll her hips in a way that you could feel every vibration between you. The sensation sent a quiver through your body that Toph felt causing her to mirror the breathy sounds leaving your lips. “You’re going to make me cum baby oh fuck.”

Toph hid her face in the crook of your neck, her shallow, ragged breaths burning against your skin as the friction between you became all consuming. Beneath your fingertips, you could feel the underlying tension in her muscles as she held herself up, her hips moving with an aching slowness that sent another wave of your slick heat directly to your core. Toph was everywhere, your senses were clouded by the pleasure she was giving you. You couldn't think- your thoughts were fragmented to the point that nothing else existed except the overwhelming feeling of her cunt sliding against yours.

You were completely at her mercy as her movements grew faster, more urgent. Your body tensed sharply when the heavy, unrelenting grind of her hips caused more of your wetness to gush out of your cunt as your pleasure reached new heights. Toph rolled her hips, rocking into your pulsing cunt with a precise, devastating accuracy, as if she were cataloging each hitch in your breath and the desperate grip of your legs around her to find the exact rhythm that drove you over the edge.

“You-..” Your breath hitched as her clit pressed into that perfect spot that made your thighs flex around her. “You're doing so well, baby, giving me exactly what I need. You're so good at this.”

Her grip on your waist tightened at the praise, she releases your nipple with a wet pop, marking every inch of skin her mouth could find at this angle as she grinds her soaked center all through your folds, making sure your greedy pussy felt every inch of her.

The quiet composure she was keeping earlier melted into a ragged, desperate rhythm as she gave you long, deep, strokes, the entirety of her cunt molding with yours. Toph's wetness was all over you as her orgasm came barreling head.

Every thrust of her hips was met with a soft, needy sound from your throat, the slick heat of your wetness driving you both closer to the edge. Toph was becoming more vocal as her thrusts turned reverent. Each high pitched keen breaking from your lips only caused her to drive into you faster. Wanting to pull more of those melodic sounds out of you.

Toph could feel every flutter of your cunt as the wetness between the two of you soaked both of your thighs to the point that the wet sounds of your pleasure filled the room along with your sharp intakes of air.

“You feel that baby?" She panted, as the bed creaked against the floorboards with each grind as her hips stuttered. “That's all for you, only you can do this to me, make me this wet.”

You bit down on your bottom lip hard as her center continued to slide over yours in long deep strokes that made it hard to formulate words as the pleasure she was giving you coursed through your entire body.

“God, you fit so perfectly, against me.” Toph rasped, her chest heaving violently against yours as she kept the relentless pace. “I love you. Fuck, I'm going to come all over this pussy! Give you exactly what you need, baby.”

“Please, I want your cum.” You begged, headily. You couldn't hold back as the sound of her gravelly grunts filled the space between you, the deep, slick pressure of her pussy driving you completely over the edge.

“I got you.” Toph whispered into the space between your bodies, her voice incredibly soft despite how breathless she was. “Let go baby, I'm right here.”

The orgasm hit like a sudden shockwave, shattering the aching tension in your lower belly. Your fingers tangled into her hair, dragging her face down into a breathless, messy kiss while your body arched upward. Even as your legs clamped around her hips in a crushing vice, Toph’s strength kept you pinned open, her thrusts accelerating as she picked up momentum again now that you came.

Toph was chasing her own release now, the palms of her hands leaving the bed as she gripped your thighs, spreading you as wide as your legs would allow in this position. She rolled her hips in deep circles, making sure that you could feel all of her. Now with each thrust forward it was direct stimulation to both of your clits. The new angle changed everything, and with a few more purposeful thrusts. You could already feel your second orgasm rising rapidly, only this time it felt different.

The intensity made your entire body tighten, stripping away any last shred of control. Before you could even gasp out a warning, the sudden, hot rush of your release spilled out of you, coating her skin as your body convulsed sharply beneath hers.

Your vision blurred and your head fell back as the powerful force of the climax rippled through you in a heavy, seemingly never-ending wave that also tipped her over the edge with you. Toph moaned directly into your ear, her hips stuttering one final time as she rode the wave of her release.

Your lips collided in a clumsy, desperate attempt to stay connected. There was too much teeth and raw emotion, but neither of you cared as she pressed her mouth to yours. She seemed to drink in every lingering aftershock and tremor vibrating through your frame, her strong arms wrapping around you with a tenderness she didn't show often.

You weren't sure how long you were laying there just kissing her as you both reveled in the blissful state you were in. Toph was still on top of you, her head now tucked underneath your chin as she listened to the soothing sound of your heart calm to a steady pulse. You allowed your hands to travel up the expanse of her naked body. Mapping every curve and ridge, appreciating each scar that had been hardened by her experiences.

Ever so often she twitched as your hands dipped a little lower. You were completely spent, every muscle heavy with exhaustion, but you still wanted to try one last thing before she fell asleep on top of you.

“Baby,” You nudged her side. She answered with a low groan, burying herself even deeper into your warmth.

“I'm comfy,” She muttered against your skin, as if that single statement settled the matter entirely.

“I want to try something,” You said. You gave her backside a sharp, playful pinch that sent her jolting upward instantly. She braced her arms on either side of your head, glaring down at you with a mix of shock and amusement.

She raised a brow, sucking her teeth. “Baby, we just had mind-blowing sex. What more could you possibly want?”

You grinned up at her even though you knew she couldn't see it. Toph was close enough that she could feel the shift in your expression. “My love, I want you to sit on my face, let me taste you please?”

She visibly gulped. The pet name alone had clearly broken through her defenses, but your decision to beg at the end of it completely sealed the deal.

Toph exhaled sharply, the sudden rush of air warm against your skin as her body already began to shift and adjust above you. “What if I suffocate you?”

“You won't." You licked your lips as you helped her up your body, guiding her creamy thighs over your shoulders so she was kneeling above you. You could see the sheen of her arousal glistening on her swollen pussy lips and smell the scent of her slick that only made your mouth water more. “I'll pinch your thigh okay? Don't think about it. I promise I'll be fine, baby, just let me taste you. I want to make you feel good with my tongue.”

Toph white knuckled the bedframe in front of her as she nodded shakily before lowering herself onto your mouth. You titled your chin up as your tongue licked a soft stripe up the entirety of her cunt. You listened for the sounds she was making. The gasp that left her throat as you explored her folds with kitten licks and then broadened strokes that had her thighs flexing around your head that was between her legs.

She wasn't sitting fully, still mindful of you underneath her, you wrapped your lips around her clit, causing her hips to jerk into your mouth as you pressed your tongue lightly on the sensitive bundle of nerves, pulling another breathless sound out of her.

Your hands traveled up her sides, nails dragging along the skin as you urged her to sink fully into the heat of your mouth. You sucked gently around her outer folds. Pulling them into your mouth and swirling your tongue around them. Toph's finger dug into the headboard, the metal splintering under the sheer power of her grip as her thighs trembled around you and she lowered herself fully into the heavy heat of your wet tongue as she begin to rock into you.

You moaned into her cunt and the vibration rippled through Toph’s body causing her to toss her head back as she rode your face with abandon. Your hands wrapped around her thigh, your lungs burned for air but you didn't stop, her warm slick covered your face, dripping down your chin as you flattened your tongue and allowed her to ride it.

The bedframe groaned as the dent she was creating widened, Toph's jaw was slack, beads of sweat were dripping down the sharp features of her face as she completely let herself go, consumed by the feel of your tongue and mouth as the intensity of the pleasure you were giving her pulsed through her entire body.

Her thighs stuttered around you as you suctioned your mouth around her pussy. She fell forward at the sensation, her hands leaving the bedpost and finding their way on either side of your head as they tangled in your hair, cradling your cheeks that were covered in her wetness as your tongue moved through her with purposeful strokes.

“Holy, fuck-” Toph's voice was wrecked, her cunt fluttered against your tongue as you teased her entrance. “Baby- just like that you're going to make me come again.”

When you entered her, Toph cried out, her hips circling as the headboard creaked against the wall matching her desperate movements. Your tongue mirrored the pace she was setting, noting each tremor in her thighs and the way her eyes were blown wide as her pleasure reached its peak.

When Toph came, it was with a low whimper that came from deep in her chest. Her muscles seized around you as her orgasm slammed into her with a force that had her hands leaving your hair and fisting the pillows by your head.

You lapped up all of her slick, moaning at the taste as you languidly licked her pulsing cunt that was still contracting with aftershocks. Toph's chest was heaving, her body still tense around you as her arms gave way and she collapsed onto her fore arms.

“How are you so good at that?” Toph panted, lifting off your mouth with a whimper and trembling legs as her body fell flat against the pillows.

“I read alot.”

You rolled onto your side and then over her, propping yourself up to look down at her relaxed, breathless expression. She looked completely dazed, her usual sharp edge softened by the powerful orgasm she just had. Your hands moved up to rest gently against her jawline, your fingers gently tracing her skin.

“Can I kiss you?” You asked, your face was still covered in her slick and you wanted to ensure she felt comfortable before you got up and showered.

Toph let out a warm, airy breath, her eyes fluttering open just a fraction. “Of course you can, come here.”

Dipping your head, you met her lips in a soft kiss, your tongue slid into her mouth, allowing Toph to taste herself on your tongue. Your lips moved against hers in a slow rhythm that suspended the blissful moment while your hand caressed her cheek.

“You're incredible,” You breathed out, your lips brushing hers with every syllable. You deepened the kiss, never wanting this moment to end as Toph settled deeper into the bedding, melting into your embrace as she completely submitted to the gentle pace you were setting.

Holding her tightly, you made sure she could feel the depth of your love as your mouth moved against hers. Toph’s hands were still shaking as she reached up and wound her arms around you to keep you just as close. One was resting at your waist while the other drew slow, lazy circles into your back. The sweet gesture only made you lean in heavier, pouring more tenderness into the kiss.

“I love you,” You whispered against her skin, unable to hold it in any longer.

A soft, dazed smile touched her lips. “I love you too, baby.”

You pulled away just a fraction, spotting the slick sheen on her damp lips that was all your doing. Grinning, your tongue darted out as you licked a line from her chin, right up to the bridge of her nose, tickling her skin. Toph’s face scrunched cutely, her eyes squeezing shut as she whined playfully at the sudden sensation.

“You just had to ruin the moment, didn't you?” She muttered, wiping the tip of her nose against your shoulder with a mock scowl.

You licked her again, this time right below her ear, followed by a soft, lingering kiss. “It's my new love language.”

Toph squirmed under you, a suppressed shiver surged through her shoulders. “Well, find a new one.”

“You didn't seem to have a problem with it earlier,” You teased, your tongue tracing a slow, warm line right along her jaw.

“Why must you be like this?” Toph grumbled, though the lack of bite in her tone betrayed her completely.

“Because you love it.”

“Debatable,” She shot back automatically, a soft smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

You laughed, leaning your weight back down on her just enough to keep her trapped against the mattress, completely relishing the solid, comforting warmth of her body beneath yours. “I have to keep you on your toes, baby.”

“On my toes?” Toph scoffed, a dazed but fond smile parting her lips as her grip tightened around your waist. “Baby, I can barely feel my feet right now. You already won. No need to brag.”

“Oh, so you're admitting I'm that good?” You countered playfully, smoothing a stray lock of hair away from her forehead.

“Don't let it go to your head, I'm too tired to argue,” She huffed, a faint blush coloring her cheeks as she rolled onto her side, shifting her weight away. “Now stop being a menace and cuddle me.”

“Your wish is my command,” You replied, the humor evident in your voice. You adjusted your position, curling behind her like a protective shield against the cool air of the room. Tucking your face into the space between her shoulder blades, you inhaled the comforting, warm scent of her skin.

Toph reached back blindly, grabbing your arm and tugging it further around her middle, adjusting you until you were exactly where she wanted you. “You're like a human radiator,” She mumbled, her voice growing heavier by the second as sleep began to claim her.

“Only the best for you,” You whispered back, squeezing her tightly as the quiet stillness of the room wrapped around you both.

Your fingers curled around the edge of the screen door. You forced yourself not to make a sound, not to breathe too loudly in fear of revealing your hiding spot. It was foolish to care—foolish to let the words of the elders dig into your skin. You knew better than to let the words cut you, but they did anyway, like each syllable was barbed.

You weren’t stupid. You knew that in the world of jujutsu sorcery, women were rarely praised for their power. They were expected to surrender it and retire gracefully—to raise heirs. Instead of bearing blades, they were expected to bear babies. You’ve seen it through countless of women. Satoru’s mother. Your own. And so many others. It was a quiet, lifelong obligation to the clan’s legacy.

You have been married to Gojo Satoru for five years now. Five long, loving years. And still, there were no children.

To be fair, the two of you had married young—too young, perhaps—but he had insisted. He couldn't wait, he’d said, pulling you to the altar like a man starved. He had kissed you with feverish devotion in front of the shrine, promised you the world, the stars, and everything in between.

But somewhere along the way, you felt like those promises had gone quiet. The talk of children, of anything beyond “next week” or “next mission,” had never come. The topic had never once left his lips.

Maybe he was too busy. Your Satoru wasn’t just yours, after all. He was a teacher. A leader. The head of the Gojo clan. A living symbol of power.

He spent his days shaping the next generation, mentoring students who looked at him like he was invincible. Perhaps he already had too many children who weren’t truly his. Too many young eyes to protect, young graves to prevent.

Or maybe… maybe he just didn’t want them with you.

You stirred the soup with absent hands, the wooden spoon swirling through the broth like it might uncover something at the bottom. The scent of miso filled the kitchen, but it felt hollow. Your expansive kitchen felt too quiet and it was slowly driving you mad.

Satoru was late. Again.

And when you hear the front door finally open, you don’t bother moving. You listened to the familiar sound of shoes slipping off and a coat sliding from his shoulders and landing in a heap by the door. His footsteps were slower these days. Even the great Gojo Satoru—your indestructible, overpowered husband was starting to sound… tired.

Tired of what, you’re not sure.

You, perhaps.

He appeared in the kitchen, the ever-present blindfold slung loosely around his neck. His cerulean eyes looked exhausted.

But he still smiled. Still leaned down and kissed your cheek like you were the one thing anchoring him to the world.

“Smells amazing, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Sorry I’m late.”

And without another word, he dragged himself toward the bedroom and collapsed face-first into the sheets, asleep before you even turned off the stove.

You stood there for a moment, spoon still in hand, watching the soft ripple of the soup.

This had become a pattern. 

He used to be insatiable—always touching you, reaching for you, teasing you like the mere idea of being apart from you made him physically ill. There had been times where he couldn’t keep his hands to himself even in public. Where he used to whisper sweet nothings into your skin that he couldn’t wait to fulfill.

But now he barely looked at you.

He said he was tired. That the curse rate had skyrocketed. That the weight of the world was getting heavier.

You believed him. Of course you did.

But the belief didn’t make the cold side of the bed any warmer. It didn’t make the silent distance between you any less unbearable.

It happened in a moment of weakness.

The bathroom door closed behind him, and the sound of the shower was on. It was one of his regular short, cold showers. You sat on the edge of the bed, glancing at the phone he left on the nightstand.

It was face down and silent, yet all the more inviting.

You hesitated, telling yourself not to look. You try to convince yourself that you trusted the man that you married. The one that had been in love with you far longer than you had even known. That after everything, you had no reason to doubt.

Your fingers moved anyway as if you were a woman possessed. The lock was no match for your memory. His passcode hadn’t changed—it was still your birthday. You’re not sure if that fact made you feel worse for the act that you were committing.

But the messages were right there.

And what you saw made your stomach drop.

Gojo: Shio, I need your help.

Shio: Gojo-kun, I thought we agreed that calling me just “Shio” was improper. It is not right.

Gojo: You know we’re past that stage, Shioooo.

Shio: I should like to have a word with your wife about your behavior.

Gojo: Ha! You and my wife? Over my dead body would I let you two meet. She’d kill me~~~

Shio: That would be a tragedy indeed.

You blinked.

No.

No, no, no.

The bile that rose in your throat was immediate. The evidence was damning: the banter, the flirtation, their familiarity—it was something you had once shared with him.The way he spoke to her mirrored so perfectly the way he used to speak to you. It was the same cadence, the same wry humor, the same intimacy that had once made your heart leap.

You didn’t even know who this woman was. But she had something you no longer did: his attention. 

And it made you sick.

Before you could scroll further, the sound of water stopped. You dropped the phone like it had burned you and threw yourself beneath the covers, forcing your body to still, your breathing to slow.

He came in moments later, humming faintly, smelling like the clean soap he had insisted on the both of you sharing. It is only right that we smell like each other, he had once told you. You wanted to scoff at the memory. Satoru pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head before settling in beside you.

You didn’t move. You don’t end up sleeping that night. You don't even think you let the breath you were holding in for the rest of the night.

Just like clockwork, Satoru was late again.

The table was set. The food that was once warm had grown cold. You sat alone for an hour before you gave up and placed plastic wrap over everything, sliding the dishes into the fridge.

When the door finally opened, he walked in with a bounce in his step. A cloth bag hung from his fingers.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he called out brightly. “I brought dinner!”

You turned slowly, eyeing the contents. You didn’t need to open the bag. One glance told you everything.

It wasn’t takeout. Rather, the meal appeared to be homemade and carefully prepared. It must be a subtle message from his mistress to you. 

Inside was Kyoto-style soup—vegetables simmered in dashi, hints of seaweed and root. You had watched the compound servants make it a hundred times growing up. There was even yamaimo, shredded fine and folded in.

“Where were you?” you asked softly, hoping it would mask the edge in your words.

Satoru grinned.

“Kyoto. Had a mission there. Thought I’d bring something special back.”

Your stomach dropped.

Kyoto. 

Of course it would be there. In the house where you were both born. In the same halls where those whispers about your empty womb had first begun. You imagined him surrounded by a dozen younger women, all wide-eyed and obedient who were excited to please the clanhead. The thought alone made you dizzy.

“I’m not hungry.”

You stood before he could stop you, the chair screeching against the wood.

He looked up, his smile flickering, a confused wrinkle forming between his brows.

But you didn’t look back. You didn’t want him to see your face. If he did, he might see the cracks forming. And you weren’t sure you’d survive long enough to be pieced back together.

“I miss you, [Name]. Come work here,” Shoko says on the phone, her voice in its casual cadence. “You’re an excellent sorceress. You were born for this. Plus, I miss you. Satoru’s been keeping you away for far too long.”

You sit on the edge of the bed, the phone tucked between your cheek and shoulder as your fingers trace a wrinkle in the blanket.

“Yes, but… Satoru and I agreed I’d stay out of the field. I’m retired now, remember?”

“You’d only be teaching,” she replies gently. “Nothing too intense. And besides… Gojo’s an idiot. What does he know?”

You laugh quietly, but it’s thin and brittle.

A silence stretches between you.

Shoko picks up on it. She always does.

“What’s wrong?”

You hesitate. 

Vocalizing the thought seemed so shameful.

When you do summon the courage, it comes out in a hushed whisper: “I think Satoru is cheating on me.”

There’s a pause.

“Is this a joke?”

“No.” Your voice is flat. “I went through his phone.”

Another silence. This one lands heavier.

“[Name]…” Shoko says slowly, “I don’t think that’s possible. I mean—he worships you. He annoys everyone at Jujutsu Tech talking about you like you’re the second coming of the sun. We get it, he married up.”

You close your eyes. You can almost hear his voice echoing in Shoko’s. How you missed that version of your husband.

“He pulled you from the field not because he wanted to chain you down, but because he was terrified. I’ve never seen him scared until you came back bleeding that day. He looked like someone tore the world from under his feet.”

“Shoko… you don’t get it.”

“Have you talked to him?”

“No. Not yet, but—”

“Then you don’t get to spiral like this until you do.”

You sigh and lean back.

 “I just feel so... stuck. I’m tired of this house and how quiet it is all of the time. The growing distance in between us. It used to feel like home, but now it feels like— I don’t even know.”

Her voice softens again. “Consider coming back to Jujutsu Tech. At least for a while. Let yourself breathe again.”

You’re quiet. 

“I’ll consider it. Domestic life’s been… suffocating lately.”

“There she is,” Shoko says warmly. “There’s the [Name] I know.”

You smile, and this time it’s real—even if it is just a little. But it doesn’t last long after the phone call.

The moment you step out of the bedroom you walk directly into a solid chest. You freeze and your heart sinks.

Standing in front of you was your husband. But he looked more like Gojo Satoru than your Satoru. He was home early and he did not look happy. Once bright eyes were now shadowed and unreadable.

“You’re returning to Jujutsu Tech?” he asks, voice calm in the way a man trying to keep his emotions at bay would. “After we decided you were done risking your life?”

You blink, startled.  “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to hear my wife thinks staying home with me is ‘suffocating.’” His jaw tightens. “Is that really what you think?”

Something in you snaps.

“Don’t you dare make this about you.”

He stares, stunned.

“You decided I’d retire, Satoru. You didn’t ask. You didn’t even give me a choice.” You lightly push his chest to make space. He doesn’t move but his hand reaches for yours automatically, gently, like he can’t help but hold onto you even when you’re furious.

You don’t pull away. His grip was firm enough for you to know better.

“I thought it was for my safety,” you whisper. “But now I see it was just to make room for your little affair behind my back.” The words were meant to shame Satoru, but it felt more like a double edged sword with the way your heart ache at the reminder of his infidelity.

He flinches.

“What?”

“I read your messages,” you hiss. “With Shio. You don’t even delete them, Satoru. Are you that arrogant? Or did you just stop caring?”

“[Name], it’s not what you think—”

“Then explain it!”  Your voice breaks.

 “Explain the messages. The dinners. The way you’ve been avoiding me like touching me might burn you alive. I can feel the distance growing every night, Satoru, don’t you?”

You yank your hand back.

“Tell me. Is she prettier? Younger? Is she too naive to see through your bullshit? Does she—” You laugh, but it’s sharp and bitter. “—does she even know you hate bitter vegetables? Or did you choke it down for her anyway when you brought the yamaimo home?”

Gojo looks like he’s been hollowed out.

You see it. The tremble in his fingers. The way his mouth opens and shuts, like he wants to speak but can’t breathe through the guilt.

You step back.

“Forget it,” you whisper. “I want a divorce—"

“Don’t.” His voice is quiet. Desperate. “Don’t finish that sentence. P-please.”

“Why not?” you whisper. “Give me one reason not to walk away when you’ve already left me in every way that matters.”

He shakes his head. “You think I left you? [Name]… I was trying to building a life for us.”

You stare at him, your heart in your throat.

“Shio’s not a mistress. She’s not even close to being my type—unless I suddenly go for women in their late eighties.”

You blink.

“She’s my great-aunt. She’s half-senile with hands like prunes! I—that day, when we visited the compound, she asked me why we didn’t have any kids yet. I told her… I told her I wanted them.” His voice falters. “So badly. With you. Only with you.”

You suck in a breath.

He steps closer, eyes pleading. “I know you’re scared of pregnancy. I know what it means for sorcerers. I’ve seen it, [Name]. So I never brought it up. I didn’t want to pressure you, not ever.”

His hands hover near yours. Not touching. Not yet.

“Shio said she’d help. That she’d cook meals, ones she thought would bring good fortune or increase fertility. The traditional route. And I let her. Because I thought… if I just waited long enough, maybe you’d bring it up on your own.”

You’re frozen. Tears sting your eyes, unspilled.

“I never wanted to lie to you. I just—” He lets out a broken laugh. “I was embarrassed that I wanted a dozen tiny monsters who’d take after you. That I wanted to hold your hand through every contraction and cry harder than the baby when it was born.”

You collapse into his chest, allowing your tears to stain his uniform. “You’re such an idiot.”

“Takes one to marry one.”

“You should’ve just told me.”

“I know.” He holds you up, cupping your face gently now, as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear. “I was trying to protect you from everything. I—I never realized I was hurting you in the process.”

You close your eyes and press your forehead against his.

“I was so scared you didn’t love me anymore.”

He kisses the corner of your mouth. “I love you so much it hurts. It always has.”

You breathe him in, your voice shaky. 

 “So… you want kids?”

“Only if they’re bossy and brilliant like their mother. Every night, I imagine that they’d know at least ten ways to manipulate me by the age of five.”

You snort. “That sounds like a nightmare.”

“That sounds like heaven.”

 He kisses you again, except it is long and slow this time. It’s unlike the desperation from earlier, rather, apologetic and full of everything he’s been too much of a coward to say in the past few months.

When you part, breathless, your voice is softer.

“We’ll take it slow. I’m not saying yes to ten—”

“Nine.”

“—but we’ll talk. We’ll figure it out. Together.”

His grin is smug, but his eyes are misty.

“You mean I’m finally allowed to touch you again without you pretending I’m a curse?”

You smile. “I’ll think about it.”

“Can I bribe the jury?”

“With what?”

“My undying love. And, I’ll do the dishes for a month.”

You lean in close, breath brushing his ear.

“Hmm, two months… and a foot rub every night.”

You raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at your lips. God, she was cute when she got like this. All intense and unhinged. "Babe, I came out of the closet years ago, c'mon now."

Shoko's face went bright red, but she didn't back down. If anything, she pressed in closer, her body heat radiating against yours. You could smell her shampoo, something sweet and a little medicinal, she'd been mixing weird stuff in her room again.

"No, you idiot," she hissed. "I know you're a vampire. I've been watching you. You never eat lunch and your skin… it's always cool when I accidentally brussh your hand. And yesterday? When we were in the shade by the windows, your reflection in the glass was off. I checked three times."

She was rambling now, her words spilling out faster, her chest rising and falling quick. You could see the pulse jumping in her throat, it made your own hunger stir. Shoko's fingers dug into the desk harder, she was fighting the urge to touch you.

"You're avoiding mirrors sometimes, and your eyes get this weird shine when the lights are low. I stayed up all night reading about it. I even followed you after school last week. You didn't cast a shadow on the pavement when the streetlights hit just right. I saw it. I'm not crazy." Her voice dropped, almost a whisper. "At least… not that crazy."

You let out a soft laugh, tilting your head so your hair fell over your shoulder. "Yeah, you're right. And?"

Shoko froze, her lips parted and for a second she looked like she might actually faint. But then something shifted in her expression. The anger melted into raw need, her eyes darkened as she stared at you. She wanted to devour you and be devoured at the same time, she was so close now that her thighs brushed yours and you could feel how warm she was compared to your cool skin.

"I knew it," she breathed, almost moaning the words. Her hand finally left the desk and came up to touch your arm, tracing up slowly. "God, you're so perfect. Cold, beautiful and dangerous. I've been going insane thinking about it." She tilted her head, exposing her neck on purpose, her pulse beating visibly under pale skin.

You swallowed, the temptation hitting you hard. Shoko looked wrecked in the best way, her cheeks flushed, lips wet from where she'd been biting them. This lonely, weird girl who had obsessed over you for weeks was practically trembling with want.

"I want you to bite me," she said, her voice thick and desperate. She pressed her body fully against yours now, one hand sliding up to cup the back of your neck, pulling you closer. "Make me like you. I don't want to be alone anymore. I want to stay with you forever." Her breath hitched as she leaned in, lips brushing your ear. "Bite me. Please. I've been touching myself thinking about your fangs in my throat while you hold me down. I want it so bad it hurts."

Her fingers tightened in your hair, needy and a little frantic. You could feel her heart racing against your chest, her hips shifting restlessly like she couldn't control it. She was falling apart right in front of you, offering herself completely.

You smiled against her skin, letting your cool breath fan over her neck. "If that's really what you want, babe…"

She shivered hard, a soft whimper escaping her. "It is. Make me yours."

You smiled against her neck, your cool lips brushing her warm skin. Shoko let out a shaky breath, her body already trembling. Without another word, you cupped her face with both hands and kissed her.

She immediately melted into it, she had been starving for this. Her lips were hot and a little clumsy at first, pressing desperately against yours. You deepened the kiss, sliding your tongue into her mouth and she moaned so sweetly it went straight between your legs. Shoko's hands fisted in your uniform shirt, pulling you closer as her tongue met yours in wet strokes.

You pushed her back until her thighs hit the desk behind her, and she sat on the edge without breaking the kiss. Her legs parted on instinct, letting you step between them.

"Mm… please…" she whined against your mouth, already so needy it made you throb.

You kissed her harder, one hand sliding down her body. You tugged her skirt up her thighs, Shoko shivered, spreading her legs wider for you like a good girl. Your fingers teased along the edge of her panties, feeling how soaked the fabric already was.

Shoko broke the kiss with a gasp, her forehead pressed to yours. "I- ah... don't tease me," she begged, her hips rolled forward, trying to get your fingers where she needed them.

You smirked and pushed her panties aside. At the same time, you tilted her head to the side, exposing that pretty neck. Your lips trailed down from her jaw to her throat, kissing and sucking lightly.

You sank your fangs into her soft skin just as you pushed one finger deep inside her tight, dripping pussy. Shoko cried out, her whole body jerked hard against you. The sharp pain from your bite mixed with the sudden stretch of your finger, made her clenched around you so tightly it made you groan against her neck.

"Ahh! Oh god…" she whimpered, her voice high and shaky. "It hurts so good."

You sucked on the bite mark, drinking her warm blood while you slowly pumped your finger in and out of her. She was unbelievably wet, slick sounds filling the room every time you moved, Shoko's hips bucked desperately, chasing your touch.

"More… please, more," she whined, her head falling back as you licked the blood from her neck. Her eyes were glassy, cheeks flushed dark red. "I'm yours… I'm really yours now…"

You added a second finger, curling them just right and she nearly sobbed with pleasure. Her hands grabbed onto your shoulders, nails digging in as she rocked against your hand because she couldn't control herself.

"You're so weird," you murmured against her bitten neck, thrusting your fingers deeper. "Getting this turned on from being bitten like a slut."

Shoko moaned loudly at your words, her pussy fluttering around your fingers. "Y-yes I am… jus' bite me again, touch hah me,"

She looked completely wrecked already, lips swollen from kissing, neck marked with your bite, legs shaking as she spread them even wider for you. Her whiny little noises kept spilling out with every thrust of your fingers, getting louder and needier each time.

You kissed her again, letting her taste her own blood on your tongue and she whimpered into your mouth like it was the hottest thing she had ever experienced.

Your lonely girl was finally yours and she was loving every second of it.

a week has passed since shroud’s been arrested, hopefully this time for good. most of the red ring members have been found and dealt with, depending on who got their hands on them first, and everything seems to be turning back to the normal the city can offer.

well, as normal as torrance can be. crime will never stop, even when you take out the leader. petty crimes are still a problem, other gangs are still standing, and the mess the red ring had left behind needs taking care of.

everyone at SDN, including you, have been drowning in all kinds of work. paperwork, sending out superheroes on the field, and a shit ton of things you’ve been drowning in for the past couple of days.

it’s crazy how quickly things had gone downhill. what chaos shroud and his goons caused. people, superheroes and dispatchers alike, have worked tirelessly to keep things running since. to fix the shit that happened.

but there is a certain someone who’s worked twice, maybe three times harder than the rest. staying late until you found them knocked out in the office, looking like a defenseless kitten.

that someone is none other than blonde blazer. or, well… mandy. you have a hard time adjusting to that change. you have been so used to the beautiful, radiant woman your boss is, how she always seemed to shine whenever she smiled, and looked at everyone like they’ve set stars on the sky after a successful shift. and being her somewhat of an assistant, you were always close to that sight.

but you can’t say you hate this change. quite the opposite, really.

you admire her never-ending vigor, the passion and determination she puts into her work. even without powers, she is still the same strong woman that flew on the scene of crime without a second thought if she had to, who puts others first before she thinks of herself.

you admire it, but it also worries you. the bags under her eyes keep getting darker, and by now you believe her blood type is plain coffee from the machine. she pushes herself too hard, and it’s only a matter of time before she will burn out.

even robert noticed. offered help many times, too. but mandy always gave him that soft smile and said that she was ‘alright’. clearly, she is anything but alright.

you don’t have to be a genius to see it. every day you come early to work, only to find mandy already running around with an exhausted smile on her face when she noticed you. you’ve often tried to steer her from work, invite her out somewhere just so she can forget about the stress, but she refused each time. always saying how much work there is to be done.

you’re exhausted for her by just watching her.

and today isn’t any different.

the break just came around, and others around you are enjoying their thirty minutes of peace. everyone, except for mandy. she’s been working nonstop, running from her office to other people’s cubicles, collecting as many papers as possible.

and you just can’t relax when all you can do is watch her work herself to the bone. and watching her nearly trip over her own foot is the last straw for you. one way or another, you’ll force her to at least have a few minutes of well deserved R&R.

you heat up your lunch in the break room, brew a nicely warm cup of tea from the tea bags you keep in your desk drawer, and take a few packets of sugar with you. warm meal in one hand and tea in the other – along with some sugar packets in your pocket, you make her way to mandy’s office.

with your hands full, you don’t bother with knocking. with your elbow, you nudge the doorknob until the door creak open for you to step in, and your gaze falls on the sad sight of the woman drowning in god knows how many papers.

she doesn’t even register you coming in until you stand by her desk. she jumps slightly when your foot bangs against the wood, her blue eyes wide in surprise. her expression softens when she realizes it’s you, a tired yet still tender smile curling up on her lips.

“oh, hey. sorry, i didn’t hear you come in,” mandy lets out a small sigh, brushing a few strands of hair from her eyes.

you almost wave her off, forgetting your hands are way too full for that. “it’s alright. not like i could knock,” you look down at the meal and tea in your hands before setting it in front of her. “brought you something. i noticed you only had coffee today.”

mandy’s eyes widen again when you set the lunch box and the cup before her. it isn’t anything special, really. an easy meal prep you managed to do before leaving, but she’s staring at it like it’s a michelin star meal. it’s adorable seeing the sparkles in her eyes.

“ah, no. i- i’m alright, rea–“ before she can continue refusing, the sound of her stomach growling for food speaks louder than her words. she sighs, chuckling under her breath. “guess i can’t really argue after that, can i?”

“no, you really can’t,” you smile at her, pushing the lunch closer to her to get the point across. “oh, and before i forget,” you reach for your pocket, taking out the sugar packets and placing them on the table. “don’t know how you prefer your tea, so i had to improvise.”

mandy continues to stare at the food on her desk, and for a second, her lips tremble. it has been a while since someone has taken care of her without her saying anything, a long while.

“thank you, really. it’s true that i barely got to eat these days,” she reaches for the warm tea, taking the scent in. “is that… chamomile? are you trying to make me fall asleep?”

“we all know you’d need it,” you laugh, your eyes focused on mandy as she takes a sip, gauging her reaction. “but no. thought you’d seemed stressed, so chamomile felt like the best option.”

“you have more teabags on you than this?”

“i have at least eight different kinds of tea in my drawer,” this gets an eye roll from mandy, but you ignore it. “and i will brew all of them in a shitty concoction if it means i get to knock you out and make you some proper rest.”

as much of an office sweetheart you are known to be, you never minced your words. other people would probably gasp and clutch their pearls if they saw you talking to your boss this way, but you only mean well. and if this is what gets mandy to relax, so be it.

“fair enough. although, an assistant shouldn’t be speaking to her boss like that,” mandy says, a smirk on her lips. “but i’ll ignore the mild hr violation. for now, at least.”

“oh, the meal cancels it out, i’m sure,” you joke with a grin, and when mandy laughs again, you nearly celebrate on the spot.

“you’re pushing your luck.”

“fine, fine. i’ll stop,” you raise your hands in defeat, taking a step back from the desk.

she mutters a small ‘good’ under her breath, and the tone of her voice makes the back of your neck heat up. it’s wrong to talk to your superior like she is a long time acquaintance, you know that. but it’s even worse to be awfully attracted to said superior. you don’t even know how many times you’ve violated the hr rules by simply thinking of mandy in this way.

and you never want to find out how she’d react.

you watch as mandy finally takes a bite, and her shoulders sag a little in relief. it eases the slight worry tugging at your heart, seeing her resting for just a moment.

this is the perfect time to ask her out.

“so,” you start, catching mandy’s attention. “i know you always say no, but… how about we plan something tonight? maybe at my place, a bottle of wine. a nice alone time between coworkers.”

you watch her contemplating, cogs turning in her head. for a second it feels like she will reject the offer again, and that makes your throat tighten in potential disappointment. the last thing you want is to come out as pushy, but you secretly hope to get to know the real mandy better. not just blonde blazer you’re used to, or the mandy you only see in the office now.

but then a miracle happens.

“y’know, i think i need a break,” she sighs, taking a sip of tea. “things have been piling up, and i might honestly just lose my freaking mind.”

“freaking?” you snicker, covering your mouth. “can’t believe you just cursed. hr isn’t going to be happy about that.”

“says the one who speaks to her boss like a friend,” she scoffs.

“…you got me there.”

you laugh together, and the moment feels nice. it warms your heart, seeing her be happy. and with you of all people in the office. the conversation flows smoothly like a river, and minutes pass in the speed of light. you couldn’t ask for a better break than with mandy, talking freely like long-time pals.

until someone bursts into the room rather abruptly. both of you visibly jump when the hinges nearly come off, and when you find invisigal standing in the doorway, both you and mandy can’t help but sigh.

“visi, i told you to knock. especially you,” mandy scolds her, but her tone is still so soft when speaking to the other woman.

“she didn’t knock,” visi points at you accusingly. the audacity.

“well, i had my hands full, if you noticed,” you note, a small frown appearing on your wrists.

“don’t get your panties in a twist, cookie girl. just fucking with you,” she gives you a wink and bumps your shoulder, which stuns you for a few seconds.

this is the nicest invisigal has been to you. well, nice in invisigal’s terms. you remember trying to get along with her, make her feel welcomed. her name always screamed at you at the bottom of the leaderboards, unwilling to move up. and you tried to help her, you really did. be it some sort of savior complex drilled in you from childhood – as visi oh-so-nicely accused you of – but you didn’t want her to quit, for some reason.

but your efforts were always met with bitter disappointment. she pushed you away, laughed at your efforts, called you soft and sweet in that condescending tone that nearly broke your patience. you gave up trying to be kind with her.

and it honestly slightly pissed you off when robert managed to do in a few days what you had tried to do for fucking weeks. somehow it made you even more bitter, seeing her take people’s kindness for granted.

and then, shroud happened. you found out the truth about her only after it all happened. her being a some sort of double agent for shroud, her taking a bullet for robert. you heard the short story of what happened. mandy told you, being her assistant and all, and having to deal with the mess the z-team usually is.

that’s when the changes started to happen.

since then, invisigal acted… different. you can’t say better, but she was trying. she’s still the same brash, slightly immature and emotionally constipated woman, but beyond all that, you can see the desperate want to be more than a former, run of the mill villain.

it was a strange, but otherwise a good change. though you can’t say it changes anything for you. you had your clashes with her, and there have been far too many of them for you to soften up to her. you may be the kind one in the office, but you have your limits, and standards.

“hey, is everything okay?” mandy’s voice rings in front of you, snapping you from your thoughts.

“oh! oh yeah, i’m fine,” you wave her off with a smile.

“that’s good,” she smiles at you, her hand gently landing on your shoulder to gently squeeze it, and it makes your heart skip a beat.

“don’t know,” invisigal walks up to you, a smirk on her face. “she’s a little… red.”

your eyes widen, and you glare at her in warning. “i’m just a little warm, that’s all,” you mutter through gritted teeth.

“uh-huh… suuuure.”

“visi, enough,” and to your surprise, mandy’s commanding tone shuts the other woman right up, but not without a small, dissatisfied nose scrunch. mandy then turns to you, her smile returning. “so… tonight, after work?”

“yeah, sounds good,” you could almost lean into her warmth now, if you two were alone.

“what’s tonight?” invisigal asks, her arms crossed as she leans against mandy’s desk.

“oh, right. we were planning to hang out together. as friends,” mandy explains, and you watch as visi’s expression morphs into one of suspicion.

“as friends, huh?” she looks at you, her brown eyes assessing you as if you were the walking hr hazard in the room. perhaps she just has some unexplainable personal vendetta against you, you assume. for what? you have no idea.

“what is that supposed to mean?” you ask.

“oh, nothing. just… you seem close,” visi shrugs, smirking at you. “i mean, you did all of this. brought her food and tea. that’s pretty intimate.”

“oh, come on. she does that for everyone,” mandy defends you, and that makes invisigal grin with that mischief that means nothing good.

“whatever you say,” she raises her hands in mock defeat. “but if that’s the case, surely you won’t mind if i… join in on the fun?”

what?!

there is no way she’s just inviting herself to your place like that. she just cornered you, trapped you into whatever she’s doing. she’s unpredictable in all the worst ways, visible or not.

“what?”

“y’know… as friends,” she winks at you again, making air quotes at the word ‘friends’. “i’d love to know the sweetheart dispatcher who always leaves cookies and whatever sweet shitty pastry for everyone in the break room.”

now you’re just confused. is she being serious, or is this another one of her manipulations? you’ve given her many chances before, offered her a friendly hand more times than you can count, and she always refused to even acknowledge it. why now?

before you can say anything, mandy speaks up. “i… don’t see why not?” she looks at you, waiting for your decision.

your eyes flicker back to back between them. you’re put in the spotlight, which you certainly didn’t ask for.

you can refuse, say that this is just for you and mandy. but when your eyes dart back to visi one last time, you see something in her expression. fear, maybe? or is it hope? the spark is gone before you can question it further when she realizes you’re looking at her, tearing her gaze away.

“alright… guess i have enough wine for three,” you sigh in defeat, shrugging your shoulders.

invisigal all but grins again, coming close to lightly punch your shoulder before leaving the room with a ‘see ya!’ and surprisingly without turning invisible.

“sorry,” mandy apologizes suddenly, her hand back on your shoulder. “i shouldn’t have invited her so abruptly without your permission, to your place, of all things… i’m just worried about her.”

“worried? why? she’s finally doing a little better,” you put a little emphasis on the ‘little’, and it sounds a lot more sarcastic than intended.

“look, i know she’s a tough nut to crack. i’m not trying to coddle her, or anything. she’s done enough bullshit over the past few months, but i just don’t want her to spiral,” she stares at the closed door where visi left a moment earlier. “she’s trying. it can’t fix all the fuck ups she’s done, and it will definitely be a while before she gets all the trust back, but i guess i believe in her more than most do.”

“yeah, you definitely do. you see something good in everyone of those z-team assholes. her, especially,” you chuckle, bumping mandy softly. “don’t know how you do it.”

“says the one who bakes all different kinds of cookies nearly every other day,” her smile broadens.

“yeah, but even the cookie girl has her limits,” you roll your eyes at her jab. “and i fear invisigal tested my patience like no other.”

mandy sighs at what you say, and you can tell she wants to say something. but before she can, your phone suddenly buzzes. the thirty minute break is over, and both of you have to come back to work. great.

“duty calls,” you mumble under your breath, forcing yourself to part from mandy for the next few miserable hours. “tonight, then?”

“tonight,” mandy nods, and with a soft ‘bye’, you walk out of her office to get back to your cubicle, not even noticing the pair of brown eyes focusing on you from the distance.

you should’ve said no. you really should have.

the words kept repeating in your mind the entire ride home. you tried hard to focus only on mandy sitting in the passenger seat next to you, how she tried to – and failed – to keep a conversation running between you three. but you could hardly ignore invisigal’s piercing eyes staring at you through the mirror.

and apart from a few grunts and hums, maybe a word or two when mandy spoke to her, she didn’t say a fucking word. just burned holes through your forehead through the mirror.

and it hardly stopped being awkward when you finally reached your house. she’s been so silent, in a way you’re not used to. by now you expected a sex joke – or ten – from her, at least one dumbass hr violation that would remind you who invisigal is as a person.

but nothing.

she is eerily silent. the woman known for her snark and borderline harassing behavior, is sitting on your sofa, staring blankly at the empty wine glass before her. you can’t tell if she’s trying to behave, or if you’re the problem here.

but at least mandy is here. she’s sitting comfortably on the couch, elegant and radiant as she always is. you wouldn’t admit it, but you’re just a little bummed that visi is here. this was meant to be a nice, relaxing night drinking wine and maybe watching some lame millennial show like how i met your mother. instead you’re stuck in silence with a plus-one you didn’t really ask for.

your fault for not knowing how to say no.

when you disappear into the kitchen, looking for the wine, you hear muffled voices coming from the living room. mandy talking to visi, who’s actually finally responding. you’d say you’re glad, but frustrated fits better. she was so talkative in the office before. what the hell is her problem now?

you don’t listen to the conversation they’re having. since they were waiting for you to be away, you can only assume it isn’t for your ears to hear. you focus on the task at hand, which is getting the wine, and maybe something sweet to snack on.

once you have both, you quickly make your way to the couch. both women turn your attention to you, mandy smiling sweetly and visi looking away before you can lock eyes with her. strange.

“got the wine and snack,” you set the things on the table before you, reaching for the wine opener.

“looks fancy,” mandy comments on the pastries fancily arranged on the plate. “what mind-blowing sweetness did you bake this time?”

“red velvet cookie sandwiches, with strawberries in the middle,” you declare proudly, popping the bottle open.

you watch as mandy takes a bite, and her eyes close in delight. she munches on the pastry slowly, enjoying every single bite like it’s meant to be the last thing she’ll eat. she doesn’t even seem to notice the tiny bit of cream filling staining the corner of her mouth. you’re almost tempted to wipe it off with your thumb and lick it clean.

“god, this is amazing,” mandy moans, earning a chuckle from you. “though it doesn’t beat the classic choco chip cookies you make. they always smell so nice in the break room.”

“glad to hear that my baking is so appreciated,” you smile as you pour the wine for the three of you.

visi, watching from the sofa, hesitantly reaches for one of the cookie treats. she examines it like it’s poison before taking a nibble, and her eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. whatever nonchalance she’s tried to maintain is gone now, her wide starry eyes expose how she feels.

when she swallows, her eyes finally land on you, and she looks almost sheepish to be caught red-handed like this. it’s almost… cute. until her mouth opens to talk.

“can’t believe the cookie girl actually bakes,” visi sneers. “i assumed you just bought dozens of random cookies from a store or some shit. that you’re just a random brown noser who wants to look good in front of others.”

her brash words nearly offended you, but then she continues. “but they’re fucking good, can’t lie there.”

“you’ve tried them?” you blurt out before you can think. you remember offering her a cookie a few times when she first joined, but she always had the same infuriating comment on it, hence the nickname ‘cookie girl’. which you hate. makes you feel stupid.

“snagged a few whenever i wanted a sweet treat,” visi shrugs, leaning back on the sofa with her legs spread. “better than those dick donuts at granny’s.”

“i don’t think that’s how they’re- y’know, whatever,” you give up before the debate could continue, reaching for your glass of wine.

silence stretches between the three of you once more, only broken by sipping or chewing. you and mandy sit shoulder-to-shoulder, with her body slowly going lax under the influence of alcohol. thanks to the lack of the amulet. her head is nearly resting against yours, and you can only hope she can’t hear your heart racing.

from the corner of your eye, you can see visi pulling at the scabs on her lips. a bad force of habit, you assume. you can’t tell what she’s thinking, but her gaze shifts between you and mandy, who looks like she could snooze on your shoulder contently. not that you mind that.

“look,” visi finally breaks the quiet in the room, her eyebrow twitching. “i’m… i’m sorry. for acting like an asshole.”

you can’t believe your ears. did she just… apologize? like that?

for a moment, you almost believe you fell asleep and this is just some strange dream. but why would you dream about invisigal in the first place?

“stop looking at me like that,” she groans, running her fingers through her mess of hair. “i just… i hated how sweet you were to me, like i’m something fragile. you tried to be nice to me and shit, acted like a fucking saint, and it pissed me off, because, why me? a stupid ex-villain who secretly worked for shroud cause of my fucked up lungs?”

you have nothing to say. nothing that will add to the conversation, anyway. sure, a late apology is better than none. but an apology from someone like invisigal? a very trick-or-treat situation. either she’s having fun pulling your leg right now, or she’s being genuine and you’re overthinking things. you want to believe it will be the latter, but with visi, it’s hard to tell.

you glance at mandy, begging for help. she’s been silent this whole time, eyeing both of you, which doesn’t exactly make you any less paranoid. you wonder if she senses your sudden disarray in your mind, because you feel her gentle hand on your lower back, calming you down with small circular rubs.

“so, you’re serious?”

“fuck, yes! what else do you want? a heartfelt apology letter with my tears on it? should i spray perfume on it so it’s more dramatic?” she scoffs, offended by your blatant lack of faith.

“it’s just that, i don’t know, it took you months to say something,” your response serves to only add fuel to the fire that’s growing in visi’s expression, and for a second you think she would implode.

but then mandy touches both of your shoulders, and the heat between you ceases. her stare is stern but not unkind, the kind of look an owner would give their misbehaving puppies. you can almost imagine visi with dog ears, now flat against her head under mandy’s scolding gaze.

she looks at you a minute after, the space between her eyebrows ever so slightly creased with exasperation, and a bit of frustration. not aimed at you nor visi, but it’s there, and it makes your heart thump in your chest like an angry bunny’s foot.

“she means it, i promise. she could’ve been a little less crass about it, though,” you hear visi click her tongue behind mandy’s back. “i told her that the best way to own up to her own bullshit is to apologize. and you were the first on the list.”

“first on the list? why?” you raise an eyebrow questioningly.

“to put it simply,” mandy sighs, “she put you first because you were the first in SDN to not treat her like… well, a villain.”

mandy’s words echo in your head, her blue eyes staring into yours in silent anticipation. she’s giving you space to make your own decision, doesn’t push you into something she would want.

finally, after what feels like eternity, you speak. “i can’t say i want to forgive you just yet. you’ve fucked up, fucked up with a lot of people,” your words make visi wince, her head dropping. “but if mandy believes in you, i don’t see why i can’t give you a second chance. or a tenth.”

“…thanks. be right back,” is all visi whispers before she vanishes. you don’t know why, but you can hear her steps against the floor, making their way to the front door.

“where is she–“

“a smoke, if i’m guessing. she always does it,” mandy waves her hand, and her weight rests against your side once more.

“great. now my porch will smell like cigarettes,” you mumble under your breath, reaching for your wine glass.

“be glad it’s not everywhere. don’t know how many times i had to ventilate the apartment because of the smell,” she says into your shirt, voice quiet and heavy with exhaustion.

“you two live together? you have nerves of steel, mandy.”

“or i’m just an idiot with a soft heart.”

“you have a softer heart than most. these assholes would be rotting in jail if not for you,” you point to where visi left, “but you’re definitely not an idiot. far from it.”

“you think so?” she lifts her head, blue eyes locked with yours.

“i know so,” you whisper.

up close, she’s even more beautiful. her lips are only a few inches away, so close to bring her close. connect her mouth to yours, kiss her until she forgets every insecurity. until she’s happy with mandy, and forgets about blonde blazer.

but you can’t. not now.

“you really shouldn’t sleep on the desk,” you mutter into the content silence. “you have a little bruise here.”

you tenderly touch the small purple blob on her cheek, near her jaw. mandy hisses at the sudden touch, and you assume it’s from pain.

“yeah, that… must’ve been the edge of the table,” she chuckles, her fingers rubbing the spot around it. “i’m still not used to having bruises. if i ever got one as blonde blazer, it healed right away. didn’t even feel it.”

“must be hard, losing something you grew to rely on,” your eyes scan the spot the amulet used to sit, as if you can see it.

“i just need to be patient. soon enough, i’ll be blonde blazer once again.”

“maybe some people like mandy more than blonde blazer,” you mutter, fingers rolling the stem of the wine glass.

“but people need blonde blazer,” mandy whispers stubbornly.

“and mandy needs you,” you regret the words instantly after they flew out of your mouth. “that sounded corny as hell.”

“very.”

“shhh, i’m trying to be sweet,” you lightly tap her elbow to shush her. “you can’t be blonde blazer all the time, y’know. you need to be just mandy, from time to time. meaning… no work for tonight or the rest of the weekend. got it?”

mandy hesitates for only a moment before nodding. “alright,” she smiles, “you really know your way with words, y’know that?”

“someone’s gotta try and get you to relax.”

“funny how it’s always you.”

“come on, robert notices too,” you can feel your face grow warm, the smile on your face grows bigger, all toothy.

“it’s not the same and you know it,” she whispers, and her hand shoots up to cup your cheek making you gasp. “robert cares, sure. but only you treat me like i’m more than your boss. like i’m something more beyond the amulet.”

the tension between you suddenly rises, thick like morning fog stretching over the horizon. neither of you can pull away, and in all honesty, you don’t want to. this is the perfect moment. the drumroll before the kiss happens. you don’t remember where you heard it from, maybe some dumb show you tend to watch until 2 am. but it’s perfect nevertheless.

you feel her breath on yours, fanning against your lips. your heart speeds up, your breathing quickens, the drumrolls are intensifying in the back of your mind.

“wow dude, i left for ten minutes and you’re starting without me?”

you both flinch when visi speaks up out of nowhere. mandy’s hand falls from your face, putting a safe distance between you, much to your disappointment.

you turn, and visi just stands there, looking like a smug cat that just knocked over a vase. you wish you could smack that expression off her face.

“we weren’t starting anything,” you argue, a dissatisfied frown appearing on your face. what a way to ruin a perfect moment.

“right. so you weren’t five seconds away from shoving your tongues down each other’s throats?” visi continues to tease, sending a wink your way.

“just sit the fuck down,” you say, defeated and quite ready to just have this night over with, especially with her around.

you expect her to sit on the sofa like before, but she quickly plops down next to you before you can say anything, and for her skinny figure, she’s taking up quite a bit of your couch. truly like a cat that thinks it owns everything.

“come on, play a movie or something. i can’t stand the awkward silence,” visi nudges your side. like she isn’t the one who’s at fault for the awkwardness in the room.

regardless, you reach for the remote. anything to avoid further embarrassment, and perhaps further conversation with visi. your poor nerves can only handle this much bullshit before they overflow like boiling water from a cauldron.

you don’t really think about what you turned on. a random rom-com you’ve seen like hundred times on tv, but since you hear no complains, you just keep it on.

it’s not like you’re paying attention, anyway.

your mind is stuck on the moment between you and mandy. you nearly kissed, her lips were only a breath away from yours. was it in the heat of the moment kind of situation? or maybe it was the wine that boosted your spirits, you’re not sure.

halfway through the movie, a sudden weight drops on your shoulder and a mess of dark hair tickles the skin of your jaw. light snores fill your right ear, and as you turn, you see visi blissfully napping against you, curled into herself like a ball.

“robert made her run from mission to mission today,” mandy whispers into your ear, noticing visi sleeping against your side.

“did she do well?” you ask quietly, moving as little as possible.

“surprisingly, no fails today,” you hum approvingly at that.

“well, i guess it’s nice to not see her name at the bottom of the leaderboards,” you mutter, and you actually mean the compliment, surprisingly enough.

“i know you mean it, but you still sound like it pains you to compliment her,” mandy teases, to which you huff. “do you really hate her that much?”

“i never said i hated her, mandy. i’m just not the one to coddle someone who pushes my helping hand away multiple times. she’s had her chances, and she wasted them. easy as that. i can forgive, but i definitely don’t forget. not that easily, anyway.”

she says nothing to that, only a small ‘oh’ escapes her lips. but before you can question it, visi’s body goes fully lax against you, trapping you on the couch. it’s like she unconsciously needs to have you close, her body seeking the comfort her brain won’t allow her to have.

guess you can indulge in her ‘needs’ once. just this once.

you just hope it won’t bite you in the ass later.

monday comes by faster than you would wish for, and that means another eventful work at SDN.

being the early comer, the office is still relatively empty. only a few people, who all mind their business, sit around by their computers, sipping cheap ass coffee to get themselves ready for the day.

you plop down on the chair with a soft huff, throwing your bag by the cubicle’s wall. the day barely started, and your head is already throbbing. the led lights that shine above your head irritate your corneas, frustrating you to the core. you’re sure if anyone’s going to have something stupid to say, you’ll stab him with the nearest object. even if that object will be a tea spoon.

to your defense, your irritation comes from a lack of sleep. you barely got a wink of sleep last night, your thoughts too loud in your head to let you sleep. your mind kept going back to that moment with mandy, to that almost-kiss. then visi’s wonderful timing, then her sleeping on your shoulder like a defenseless kitten.

you can’t stop thinking about it. how your heart soared when you felt mandy’s breath on yours, how the sight of visi curled up against you tugged at your heartstrings. you hate that you feel it, and you hate it even more that these feelings are beyond your control.

a sigh escapes you as you rub your tired, heavy eyes, turning your focus on the work instead. the sound of the computer humming to life disrupts the chaos within you, and for once you feel relieved to hear the sound of the old monitor.

there is still time before the shift start, but god, you hope today won’t bring anything big. minor things, you can deal with. send a superhero to help find a lost child, or guard a famous celebrity that decides to visit the city, all fine. but lord protect whoever fucker who decides they’re the next super villain today. you might as well go out on the field and kick their ass yourself if that happens.

“jesus, who pissed in your breakfast today?” you startle when visi appears by your cubicle, leaning against it with folded arms.

“fuck’s sake, visi. can you take your invisible shit to someone else, please?” you grunt, taking a deep breath through your nose to calm your racing heartbeat.

“wow, you’re bitchy today. didn’t know the sweet cookie girl could be so pissy,” her slender finger pokes your cheek, and you swear you eye twitches.

“invisigal, i’m not in the mood for your bullshit today,” you slap her hand away, head whipping to glare at her. “why don’t you go wait for robert and bother him, huh? bet he’ll be real glad to have your insufferable asshole issues hanging around him.”

your words come out harsh, harsher than intended, and you regret it the second her grin disappears. her nose twitches, eyebrows furrow as she look away. she steps away from your cubicle to leave, but not before dropping a paper bag on your desk.

she goes invisible before you can catch her, but you see the door to mandy’s office opening and slamming close without anyone actually stepping in. okay, maybe you’ve gone a little overboard, blowing up on her like that.

it’s her fault, really. you wouldn’t have take whatever you’re feeling right now on her if she didn’t act like an inconsiderate jerk. still, there’s something in your heart that tells you to find her and apologize, because for the first time, her emotional distress is not her fault. at least mostly not her fault.

your gaze falls on the paper bag visi threw on your desk. it’s from your favorite bakery, you can’t tell tell from the logo printed on it. when you look inside, you’re greeted with the scent of your favorite pastries, and now you feel even worse.

the small hint of guilt doesn’t disappear for the rest of the first shift. you tried to focus on work, but it’s drilled in the back of your brain, whispering irritatingly in your ears.

soon it’s lunchtime, and you find yourself in mandy’s office, just like on friday. she watches as you sloppily chew on the pastry visi brought you, a worried frown tugged at the corners of her lips.

“you look awful today,” she points out your state, walking over to join you on the couch.

“i feel awful,” you mumble with your mouth full, “popped two painkillers within the first half of the shift, and my head’s still throbbing like it’s gonna explode.”

“oh, that really sounds awful,” mandy’s voice is soft and caring, mindful of your terrible migraine. a true sweetheart of a woman.

“and i might’ve upset visi,” you add after a moment, poking into the baked dough with your finger. “normally i wouldn’t feel bad for it, but, i don’t know… i took my own frustrations on the first person that was nearby.”

you look down at the sweet treat in your hand, picking at the dough. “she even bought me these. don’t know how she knows they’re my favorite.”

“i… i might’ve told her,” mandy says nervously, chuckling. “in my defense, she stormed into my room at six am. i was half-asleep.”

great, another layer to add to your piling guilt. you shouldn’t feel bad. that’s what an idiot gets for poking the bear with a stick – consequences of their own actions.

not that it eases the feeling heaving on your chest.

“actually, i know it’s probably not an appropriate time, but i wanted to talk to you about something,” mandy lowers her voice, eyes checking for anyone who could hear.

“about what?”

when she’s sure the coast is clear, she turns back to you, leaning closer. “about the… almost kiss we had.”

oh. you feared this conversation would come up sooner or later. you hoped for later, or preferably never.

“i can’t stop thinking about it,” she whispers, her hand twitching towards yours.

your heart skips a beat, or rather several beats. it probably stopped working completely when her fingers brushed against yours. fuck, since when are you this giddy and nervous? it’s not like you never dated before. why is she making you feel so… lightheaded?

“neither can i,” you admit, quietly and uncertainly. “i keep wondering what would happen if visi didn’t walk in. would we… do it?”

mandy chuckles at your words, “god, we sound like dorks.”

“we do, don’t we?” you join in on her laughter, and while it does make your head throb, you can forget about the miserable morning you had. at least for a few minutes.

finally, her fingers thread with yours, and you’re surprised how soft her hands actually are. “hr won’t be too happy about this,” she looks down at your intertwined hands, rubbing circles into your skin with your thumb. “a boss with her subordinate. an assistant, at that.”

“have you seen the people we work with? it’s an hr hazard everywhere you look,” you deadpan, raising an eyebrow in amusement. “but we can take things slow. see where it takes us.”

mandy’s eyes soften when you say that, like she can’t believe someone would ever consider her over themselves. it hurts your heart to see that small relief passing over her expression, but you’re glad it can be you who will give her all that.

“i appreciate that, really,” she smiles at you, and fuck, you nearly melt into the couch.

you wish you could freeze time at this moment. you want nothing more than to stay with mandy, be by her side. but of course, your wishes are broken by the buzz of your phone, and you have to go back to work.

“fuck’s sake,” you mumble under your breath, and despite your inner protests, you slowly let go of mandy’s hand. “guess i gotta go back to work.”

“right, me too. the paperwork won’t finish itself,” she sighs, getting up from the couch. before you can leave her office, though, she stops you. “oh, and… i know i can’t force you, but could you please talk to visi? she was looming in my office for an hour, pouting and glaring at the ceiling.”

oh, right. you almost forgot about that. you’d lie if you said you’re looking forward to whatever talk awaits you with visi, but with how mandy looks at you, how can you say no? one apology won’t hurt you. hopefully.

the last few hours go by sluggishly slow, but once the clock ticks the end of the work day, you‘re quick to gather your things and go to the showers. your skin feels sticky and gross, sweat working like a glue as your shirt keeps getting stuck to your body. besides, you know the second you’d step foot into your house, your body would seek the nearest cushioned surface to sleep off the day.

so better to take a shower now than not at all.

you drag your feet to the showers, soles of your shoes creaking against the tiled floor of the locker room.

and as you turn around the corner, your hopes to take a peaceful shower evaporate.

on one of the benches sits visi, holding something in her hands, shoulders slumped and head hanging low. the sight is almost pathetic, in a cute kind of way.

she doesn’t acknowledge your presence, but by the way her spine straightens, you can tell she knows you’re standing right behind her. she doesn’t move, doesn’t even look at you, and it all feels awkward as hell.

until you sit down, and she looks at you with that look that says ‘what do you want?’ without even having to speak. can’t say you don’t deserve it this time.

you take a deep breath to gather your thoughts, mouth opening to speak. “i’m sorry, for snapping at you today. usually you deserve it, but today just wasn’t my day since morning and you were the first to catch the bullet.”

she doesn’t say anything, but her hand suddenly wraps around your wrist. she shoves something into your palm, something plush and squishy. a keychain plushie in a shape of a star, with sleepy eyes. a silly little gift, but it still conjures up a smile on your lips.

“cute,” you squeeze the little toy in your hand, poking at the black bead representing an eye.

visi just hums, but surprisingly, she doesn’t push you away. if anything, she shifts closer to be closer to your side. the silence should be awkward, suffocating even, but it isn’t.

“got it after a mission. thought it looked like you in the morning,” visi is the first one to break the silence, reaching out to poke the yellow plushie.

“bought it, or stole it?”

“that’s besides the point,” she huffs, “it’s the thought that counts, or whatever.”

a soft, breathy laugh escapes you, your head shaking at her crass response. “you’re a hero now. you should be an example, y’know. looks weird when a superhero goes around and steals shit.”

“fuck, you sound like mandy. gross,” she rolls her eyes at you, but she can’t hide that small smile on her face.

“maybe i should tell her,” you shrug your shoulders, gauging her reaction.

“fuck you.”

“right back at ya.”

you expect a dirty joke from her after you say that, but she stays quiet, eyes set on the gift she stole for you. you can never really tell what she’s thinking when she does that. when she just stares at you like you owe her something. your skin prickles as her eyes dig into you, assessing you.

it’s a little uncomfortable.

“listen, uh… i really just wanted to apologize for this morning,” you break through the discomfort that fogs your surroundings, your eyes anywhere but on her. “we can have some unresolved issues, but i shouldn’t have taken my frustration out on you like that.”

visi looks shocked after your awkward apology, her brown eyes going wide like saucers. “oh, i… it’s alright, i guess. just don’t get all sappy on me, please.”

“i wasn’t planning on that,” you mutter.

“good,” she nods, and you see a smoke forming on her lips. “so, a make out session in the showers?”

ah, there’s the dirty joke. you hate that you laugh at it. “you’re awful, visi.”

“well, i tried. your loss, though. i kiss pretty damn good,” she winks, getting up from the bench to undress herself.

“unbelievable, really,” you get up right after, stripping yourself from your sweaty clothes, wrapping yourself up with a towel.

“that wasn’t a no,” she calls after you, watching you as you slip behind the shower curtain.

“step in here and i’ll break your nose,” you yell through the sound of the water running, her laugh echoing against the tiled walls.

“prude,” you hear her mutter, loud enough for you to hear.

“pervert.”

“i heard that!”

“good! at least now you know what you are!”

you two continue to bicker until the water runs cold, forcing you to step out of the shower. you walk past her, unaware that visi’s eyes run up and down your wet, towel-covered body with restrained emotions. and you stay blissfully unaware of her stares, because when you look at her, she’s glaring away into her locker, busy putting her clothes on.

once she’s dressed, her eyes fall on you again, taking you in very discreetly. well, as discreetly as it can be for someone like invisigal. she closes her locker, her hand running over your still bare shoulder when she walks past you.

“see you tomorrow, cookie girl,” she squeezes your bicep before letting you go, leaving you stunned as her boots echo out of the room.

she’s gone by the time your brain boots up again, the feeling of her warm touch still present where your bra strap rests. whatever she’s doing, as subtle as she’s trying to be, you refuse to succumb to.

but you can’t deny the goosebumps her touch left over your body.

weeks have passed since you and mandy unofficially got together. weeks since your little moment with visi in the showers. everything else has settled into a steady rhythm like you’ve been used to, dispatching superheroes and filing boring paperwork that needed to be done no matter how much you complain.

mostly everything, you should say. your not-so-certain relationship with mandy has been a talk of the office these days, gossip and god knows what rumors spreading like wildfire. you don’t know who is the spreader of everything, but you have a hunch that it’s someone from the z-team. you can hear those assholes whispering and snickering behind you like a bunch of little kids, making bets about stuff you’d rather not be a part of. even the cookies you bring with you daily don’t stop them from going after you for juicy gossip.

if only they were just a little more subtle when asking about seemingly innocent detail.

but despite the rumors – that you mostly succeeded at ignoring – your time spent with mandy has been nothing but perfect. she’s opening up to you, telling you things most people don’t know, showing you how much she actually trusts you.

it’s a slow process, the relationship you’re building together, but it’s rewarding. every smile, laugh, happy tear you get out of her feel like a reward. your first kiss you shared in her apartment was a little awkward for both of you, the two of you clearly rusty at any sort of intimacy, but it was still a wonderful feeling.

except, there’s a certain woman who is always around the two of you.

courtney.

visi told you her name a few days after the moment you shared in the showers, and ever since then, something changed.

she’s always around, opening up little by little. at SDN, she’s still invisigal, the abrasive villain-turned-hero with mouth full of dirty jokes and double entendres. but her presence is not that of a lone wolf anymore. she’s not trying to make herself invisible when faced with personal problems, doesn’t run away from conflict she knows she won’t win. she’s reserved her fists only for criminals, too. definitely a good progress.

robert is proud, in his own deadpan way. mandy is more vocal about it, happy to see courtney doing better. she’s finally accepted the helping hand without throwing a tantrum over it, unlike all those months ago.

everyone is happy about the change, even you. you want to deny it, but your heart softened up to her. you wear the star keychain on your bag since she gave it to you, and she eyes it whenever she walks to your cubicle for a talk. as if to make sure you kept it. she’d probably punch you if you ever pointed out the tender smile on her face.

it’s not the only gift courtney has gotten you. everyday, you find something new on your desk. things you’ve talked to mandy about, things you love, miraculously appeared by your computer the next day. from small things like your favorite flower, to your favorite book, even an old-school toy you’ve wanted as a kid. all stolen, of course. why pay for something when she has the ability to take it for free?

your bedroom is now filled with small, silly things an adult with a stable job doesn’t exactly need, but it makes your home more… homey.

and your feelings? well, they are all over the place.

you love mandy with your whole heart, you’re more sure of that than about anything or anyone in your life. but whenever courtney is around, there’s this unspoken tension between the three of you. something neither of you utter aloud, but it’s there. it’s strong. undeniable.

it confuses the fuck out of you.

“is it just me, or has courtney been acting a little… different?” you ask, sprawled out on mandy’s office couch, eyeing her as she works.

“i’m still not used to you calling her courtney,” mandy chuckles, spinning in her chair to look at you properly. “and different as in…”

“dunno, just… fuck, what’s the word?” you groan, the word on your tongue but not fully loaded in your head. “sappy?”

“that’s definitely not the word i’d use, especially with court,” she snorts, getting up from her chair to shut the blinds in her office, then lock the door, just in case, before walking over to you. “scoot over.”

you listen without a word, and as she sits, she brings you down with you. your head lands in her lap, fingers scratching at your scalp soothingly.

“she’s a bad influence on us. courtney, i mean,” you murmur, leaning into her soft touch. “getting all soft in the middle of our shift.”

“we have a break, it’s fine. and i locked the door, so who’s gonna know?” mandy shrugs, and her body melts into the cushions.

“can’t argue with that.”

the room goes quiet, occasionally broken by the soft purrs and deep sighs coming from you when mandy’s nails scratch a certain weak spots just right. your eyes are closed, but you can feel her eyes on you, studying you. taking you in as if you’ll disappear the moment she averts her eyes.

and with your eyes closed, you don’t see the conflict of battling emotions in her eyes. whatever she’s feeling, she hides behind her sweet but charming smile, from everyone. including you, as guilty as she feels. she’s wanted to have this talk for a week now, to share something that may or may not ruin what is forming into a perfect, serious relationship. it’s not mandy’s thing to lie, but she also deeply struggles with honesty. her insecurities, some that phenomaman unintentionally seeded into her head, have made her second-guess many things in her personal life.

life not defined by blonde blazer.

mandy knows you would never let things she’s done before you affect how you see her. hell, you’re one of the few understanding people in her life. you, robert, chase, and courtney – believe it or not. she’s told you things others wouldn’t accept easily, TMI that for you meant ‘tell me immediately’ rather than ‘too much information.’ you are honest, kind, and so fucking amazing to her.

but with courtney hanging around, mandy knows that sooner or later, the truth will come out. the truth about her not-so-little friends with benefits fling she’s had with her roommate in her weaker moments.

moments where the lack of anything remotely sexual frustrated her to no end.

“you should stop thinking so hard,” you suddenly speak up, eyes open, hand reaching for the spot between her eyebrows. “you always frown when you’re deep in thought. you wouldn’t want a chasm between your eyes, would you?”

“chasm?” she echoes.

“valley, gorge, crevasse… call it however you want,” your thumb smooths out the worry line between her brows, running the pad down to her cheek. “seriously, you look like you’re about to tell me i’m gonna die. stop with the frown.”

mandy scoffs, mumbling a tiny “bossy” under her breath, to which you laugh. you can’t tell what exactly is bothering her, but from experience, prying things out of someone by force has never worked.

but the way she suddenly looks like a kicked puppy concerns you. there’s a hint of guilt in her eyes, in the way her eyebrows furrow again, but why?

“seriously, did something happen?” you scoot closer to her side, hand coming behind her to rub her back in soothing motion.

you watch mandy’s mouth, opening the door closing, like a fish stuck on land. you sit there, patiently waiting, your hand still moving over her spine.

“i-“ bang! the door rattles out of the blue, startling both of you. clearly, someone’s trying to get in, and you don’t have to be a genius to know who it is.

“what the fuck?” courtney’s voice yells out from behind the locked door. “who the fuck locks their office in the middle of the day?”

you exhale through your nose, pinching the bridge of your nose. “it’s like having a really clingy cat. you can’t close the door because it’ll start scratching and hollering.”

with a snicker, mandy gets up to unlock the door, and visi practically storms in like she owns it. her eyes scan you and mandy up and down, looking for evidence of something dubious, because in her mental lexicon, something like a ‘need for privacy’ doesn’t seem to exist.

“what’s the point of locking the door if you aren’t even fucking?” she teases, boots thumping against the tiled floor until she joins you on the couch with a loud thud.

“courtney, seriously?” mandy exclaims, putting her hands on her hips.

“it was just a joke, chill out,” courtney raises her hand, smirking like a mischievous cat.

she throws a paper bag at you, then another one at mandy who barely catches it. as it hits your thighs, a sweet scent of a freshly made glazed donut fills your senses.

“granny’s?” you raise an eyebrow when you see the printed logo on the bag. “thought you got banned.”

“i’m officially unbanned. granny was getting robbed in broad daylight, and robert sent me to ‘fix’ the shit i’ve done,” courtney’s voice is laced with self-pride, like she just solved the world hunger. “took out the villain with zero damages, and after a bit of convincing, old man lifted the ban.”

“he’s gonna regret his choices the second his donuts will start disappearing,” you take a bite of the donut visi got you, and you frown at how good it tastes. “fuck, i forgot how good granny’s donuts are.”

“as good as this is, it’s not beating your cookies,” mandy says, joining you on the couch.

“fuck’s sake, keep your flirting for later,” courtney grimaces.

“no one’s flirting, court,” you mumble.

“oh yeah, because your eye-fucking isn’t obvious at all.”

“please, just be normal for a second. i beg you.”

“oh, you’re begging, huh? does mandy make you beg, too?” she looks at you with a smirk. “i bet she does.”

you push her away by the forehead, turning your head to look at mandy instead. “you still cutting people? i think we need to get rid of her.”

mandy doesn’t say anything to that, just smiles and shakes her head as if you’re both ridiculous. and as the quiet settles, with courtney scrolling on her phone and leaning against your left and mandy nuzzling your right side, the moment feels… right.

yet as right as it feels, you can’t forget the expression on mandy’s face before courtney stormed in. it weighs on your mind like a burden, anxiety coiling in the pit of your belly. you don’t want to overthink. you don’t want to be that kind of fool who makes a big deal out of nothing. you’re anything but that.

but your feelings are already messy as they are. it pisses you off more than you’ll admit. makes you feel all guilty and horrible. you’re building something strong with mandy, a woman of your dreams. she’s everything you ever wished for.

but why does your heart beat faster when courtney’s brown eyes look deeply into yours? why do your ears burn when her touch lingers innocently on your shoulders? why are you smiling so hard when you see a new gift on your desk, knowing she’s the one who put it there?

little do you know that the two women who cause you so much mental chaos and distress are no better than you.

“so… when are you planning on telling her?” courtney asks into the silence, looking at mandy from across the table, a stick from a lollipop sticking out the corner of her mouth.

mandy lets out a sigh, watching as the cream in her coffee swirls around. “don’t you think i tried? it’s just… hard, okay?”

“why? just say that we used to fuck, nothing bad is gonna happen,” courtney shrugs, like it’s the easiest thing in the world, as if it isn’t more complicated than that.

“things aren’t this easy, court. flirting is one thing, but an actual relationship depends on effort.”

“hey, take it easy,” courtney slides off the bar chair to sit next to mandy, a hand coming on the woman’s exposed shoulder. “if you think she’s going to kick you in the ass over this, you probably didn’t pay attention to how she looks at you.”

“how she looks at me?” mandy echoes, her blue eyes locking with courtney’s brown ones.

“yeah. her eyes are shiny and her smile is sickly sweet, like you hung the moon for her or some shit,” a chuckle escapes the shorter woman’s mouth, but it sounds bitter somehow.

mandy dwells on what courtney just told her, eyes flicking from the hand on her shoulder to her roommate’s face. her jaw is clenched, eyes narrowed on the mug that she definitely didn’t steal for mandy a few months ago. she’s glaring at the porcelain like she wants to explode it with the sheer power of her mind.

it reminds mandy of a spicy kitten. all that’s missing are pointy ears in airplane mode.

“she’s always staring at you with that dumbass smile that lights up her whole face, and those stupid heart eyes whenever you look at her,” with more words said, the more bitter courtney sounds, biting down on the stick in her mouth until it bends under the pressure of her teeth.

something clicks in mandy’s brain. “courtney, are you… jealous?”

“what?! no! fuck, why would i–“ courtney stammers, and it catches mandy off guard. she’s never seen her this flustered.

“hey,” she takes courtney by the hand, giving it a light squeeze. “talk to me, court.”

courtney looks down at their hands, and she squeezes back without thinking. she can’t describe how much she’s missed the feeling of mandy’s hand in hers, fingers tangled and palms rubbing against each other until they got lightly damp with sweat.

then her thoughts run back to you. all the moments spent with you, giving you small stupid things that reminded her of you. how she always finds a special tray of cookies in the break room, because you know which one she likes the most without you ever telling her. you didn’t need to listen in to know what she likes, unlike her. you just… knew, somehow.

and it’s a little scary to her. it’s scary how both you and mandy make her feel. she wants to turn off whatever settings in her fucking brain to stop it, if only for a minute, to ease the guilt of stepping into a healthy growing relationship, when she’s anything but.

she shouldn’t want both of you, and courtney wishes she could just stop feeling, but she can’t.

“i’m not jealous, okay? it’s not jealousy,” she finally speaks up after a minute of silence, which eases the slight worry in mandy’s chest. “i’m just… so fucking confused.”

“confused about what?”

“about- about how i feel about the two of you,” it’s the most honest courtney has ever been with anyone – besides robert, to some extent – and it doesn’t taste good on her tongue. she looks uncomfortable by just saying it out loud.

she squeezes mandy’s hand tighter, pulling her closer. “i want what you two have. with you. with her. both of you.”

mandy’s eyes widen, her mouth goes dry. she’s left speechless, standing like a pillar. the only thing she can do is stare, the words that repeat in her head refusing to escape.

how is she even supposed to answer, anyway? this isn’t something she anticipated. but watching courtney standing before her, playing nervously with her fingers like used to after every night spent in each other’s bed, it reignites something in her chest she’s tried to ignore.

“but she only has eyes for you. and the last thing i want is to fuck things up with her again by ruining what you two have,” courtney mutters when the silence became unbearable. “i tried to make it up to her, i fucking did. she finally doesn’t look at me like i’m… some stupid burden, and i don’t want to lose that.”

“courtney,” mandy whispers, her free hand coming to rest on the shorter woman’s shoulder. “she’s probably one of the most patient people i know, even if she denies it. she wouldn’t have forgiven you if she wasn’t.”

she trails off for a second, gathering her words. “what i’m trying to say is, she likes you. maybe not the same way you do, but she does.”

courtney nods, a small smile pulling at the corners of her lips. “okay.”

“do you think we should tell her? about everything?”

“i… i guess?”

“let me text her,” mandy takes her phone from the counter, unlocking it to find your contact.

she tries to not think of how her hands tremble as she types the message, or the way her stomach flips when she hits send.

you didn’t expect mandy to text you to come over. the week has been hectic for both of you, because some asshole vanilla villain gang thought it would be funny to make your shifts a living hell. everyone was tired by the end of friday, so tired that the date you and mandy have planned has been postponed to next weekend.

so when you received a text that just said ‘wanna come over?’ you were definitely surprised. but as confused as you were, you couldn’t say no to her. even if you were worn to the bone.

the ride to mandy’s (and courtney’s) place was a long one, your eyelids heavy from the lack of proper rest. you were sure you’re seeing the road twice. but by some miracle – or the seemingly empty roads – you got to mandy’s place safe and sound.

and now here you are, knocking on their door, waiting for someone to open. the door clicks open, mandy’s head poking out with a tired smile on her face.

“hi,” she greets you softly, her toned arms wrapping around your frame in a warm, yet tight hug. “sorry to pull you out of your house at this hour.”

“it’s okay. i can’t say no to you,” you return her embrace before she pulls away, guiding you to the living room. “so… is there a reason for the sudden invite?”

“um, kind of,” mandy’s voice sounds strained all of a sudden, her eyes darting from one corner to another.

“kind of? that’s not alarming or anything,” you jab, rolling your eyes.

“okay, i won’t lie, it’s pretty important,” a sigh escapes her lips. “but let’s maybe, i don’t know, loosen up a bit first. drink a bit of wine.”

“okay, now i’m even more nervous.”

“please, don’t be.”

“you’re trying to inebriate me. a big hr violation if you ask me,” you narrow your eyes at her, teeth sinking into the insides of your cheeks to stop the laugh that’s fighting to escape.

“yeah, because what we’re doing isn’t an hr violation already,” mandy says sarcastically, and when the snicker finally rolls off your tongue, she can only snort at the sound.

as you enter the living room side by side, you’re greeted with the sight of courtney sprawled on the couch, one leg hanging off the cushion and one arm thrown over her face. she doesn’t bother getting up, not until mandy clears her throat. and when she sits up to look at you, she looks beat. exhausted is one thing, but her eyes speak volumes.

it’s not the same witty courtney you’ve spoken to yesterday, and the rest of the week. her shoulders are curled inwards, making herself smaller, knees tucked to her chest looking like a harmless doe lost in the forest.

you know courtney is anything but harmless or innocent, but it never ceases to surprise you when her eyes glisten like those of a cornered animal.

“hey,” you greet her quietly, earning a small grunt back.

“go sit down. i’ll bring the wine,” mandy says, lips pressing against yours before sending you to the couch. to courtney.

you sit beside her. from the corner of your eye, you see her scoot away from you. odd, you think. whenever you sit close together, courtney’s first instinct always seems to be to be close to you. always close to seek your warmth. to keep you around. to ensure the moment you share doesn’t end.

so when she pulls away from you, your heart squeezes in your chest. you’re not used to this distance anymore, and you despise the heavy pressure weighing on your breasts when you take notice of the gap.

“hey, is something wrong?” you try and reach for her, rub her shoulder like she does when passing by your cubicle, but she shakes your hand away.

“i’m fine,” courtney mutters, frowning down at the floorboards.

surprised, you retract your hand back. the furrow in your eyebrows grows more prominent, your teeth grinding against each other as your jaw clenches tightly. you haven’t spent weeks, months even, forming some sort of connection with her just so she can act like the same emotionally constipated moron she used to be.

but before you can throw it into her face, mandy comes back with a bottle of red wine and three glasses. you watch as she sets everything down, her eyes meeting courtney’s in a silent conversation. something they’re purposely leaving you out of. nerves lump in your throat, and no matter how hard you gulp, the feeling doesn’t go away.

“here,” mandy hands you a full glass, and you gulp it down in one go. the alcohol burns as it goes down, but it numbs that obnoxious obstacle in your throat.

“another,” you point at the bottle, ignoring how they both look at you with eyes wide open in shock.

you see mandy hesitate before pouring you another glass, and as you put it to your lips, her hand finds the stem. she pulls it away from your hand, setting it on the table before you.

“the wine is supposed to loosen up the mood, not for you to get hammered,” she stares at you scoldingly.

you don’t argue, a quiet apology leaving your lips. you deflate against the couch, mandy sitting on your left and courtney on your right. mandy is looking right at you, courtney is looking everywhere but you.

whatever is happening right now, you don’t like it. you just don’t have enough alcohol in your system to call them out on their bullshit.

“what we want to talk about… it’s complicated. and i mean, really complicated,” mandy’s words don’t make you feel any better, especially when she squeezes your hand so tightly like she’s about to tell you one of your relatives have been kidnapped.

“i can tell you’re nervous, y’know. you’re giving me those dear-in-the-headlights eyes,” she points out the look in your expression, something you aren’t even aware of.

you let out a small snort. “how can i not be?“

“i know, i know. but please, don’t be nervous,” mandy pulls herself closer, so close her face is only a few inches away from yours. “just trust me, yeah?”

she knows how to disarm you, how to calm the storm in your head. it’s scary that she’s so good at it, having your body melt to her touch like ice over flame. you nod to her words, not trusting your voice.

a smile forms on mandy’s lips, and she leans in to give you a small kiss to your temple. and boom, you’re a puddle in her grasp. with a snap of a finger.

the mood settles into a calm hum. very much charged still, but the anxiety doesn’t tug at your nerves anymore at least. you drink slowly, and one glass become three. you and mandy grow warmer, far from tipsy, but intoxicated enough to feel the heat in your body.

only courtney is behind. she nurses the first glass still, barely taking a sip. she’s barely spoken a word, and it’s been over an hour since you came. you sometimes catch her looking at mandy, her eyes narrowed and clearly nervous. like she’s waiting for the right moment to say something, but stops herself whenever you look at her.

it slowly eats at you, being kept in the dark by both of the women. hardly can you hide the impatience growing in you, and it’s clear from the way your leg bounces. a habit you’ve never really grown out of.

so you thank whoever is up there when mandy finally clears her throat, her expression serious.

“me and courtney, we… we have something to tell you. i have something to tell you,” she downs the droplet of wine at the bottom of the glass before she can continue. “i’ve tried to tell you almost everyday, but something always came into it, and i was scared to bring it up after.”

she looks at you, waiting for a signal that you’re listening. you nod, encouraging her to continue. “what we have together, i appreciate it every single day i wake up,” she smiles at you, soft and real. “and i think it’s only fair that i’m honest about everything, even if it’s gonna be… a harder pill to swallow.”

“me and courtney… we used to sleep together,” mandy finally says after letting the silence stretch, watching as your jaw drops.

you expected a lot of things. a sad lump in your fucked up brain expected a break up, as awful as it made you feel. but this? this is far from what you have expected.

your eyes flick back and forth between them, gauging their reactions. for a second you think they’re pulling your leg for shits and giggles, but when neither of them laugh, not even utter a word, you realize that mandy means it.

“you two… slept together?” you point at both of them.

“yeah,” mandy nods, glancing away from you. “it just happened, when i was dating phenomaman. our relationship was… far from ideal. he was sweet, but too naive, and teaching him everything was exhausting. he was exhausting,” she sighs. “when it happened, me and courtney just went out for a drink, to drown out the frustration…”

“…but one thing led to another, and we ended up sleeping together,” she finally look at you, fear glimmering in her blue eyes with unshed tears.

you look back at courtney, who hasn’t said a word yet. she just listens, eyebrows still furrowed and lips jutted out in a frown-like pout. she’s closed herself off in her own bubble, walls built high, and you don’t know how to break through them.

“i, uhm… i can’t say i expected that,” you chuckle shakily, reaching for the half-empty glass of wine, and you down the rest before continuing. “i don’t really know what to say, mandy.”

“i get it, it’s a lot,” she reassures you, putting a hand on your forearm, and she sighs in relief when you don’t pull away. “i won’t be angry if you want to… end things.”

“what?! mandy, no. i never said i wanted to end things,” you interrupt before she can continue, tangling your hand with hers. “things happen. we weren’t together at that time, so it’s not… my business.”

you’d be a hypocrite to blame her for what’s happened in the past. you love mandy, but there’s a part of you – a chaotic part of you – that feels something for courtney. you don’t know if it’s love or infatuation, because over the months you’ve known her, the last thing you expected was catching feelings to the woman you sort of resented month prior.

“i guess i should… say something too,” you swallow the once-again growing lump obstructing your throat.

“yeah? what is it?” mandy’s voice, as soft as it is, makes you feel even worse, guilt gnawing at your heart.

“i don’t know how it happened, and i can’t say i really understand it, but–“ you look between them, then down at the floor. “–i fell for both of you.”

silence. not even a peep to what you just said. it feels like a slap to your face. “i know it’s stupid, and fuck, i wish i knew how to control it, or get rid of it. i don’t sleep, because my feelings are all over the place,” you ramble, the wine in your system speaking for you. “fuck, i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.”

face buried in your hands, you let out a quiet, quivering sob into your palms. your heart feels heavy, your body aches and your eyes sting with tears you try to keep in. you can’t look at them, because the idea of being judged or hated in a worse case scenario makes you dizzy. and not the good kind of dizzy.

with your face hidden, you don’t see courtney’s face lighting up, or mandy’s lips curling up in a soft smile. not until she peels yours hands away, so hers can cup your face. you’ve expected to find a trace of disappointment, maybe anger. and yet, you find nothing of the sort. just amusement, affection.

“funny you say that, cause that’s the reason we invited you over,” she chuckles. “right, courtney?”

“yeah,” courtney’s breath brushes against your ear, making you shiver before her head pokes over your shoulder. “seems like we aren’t the only one who’s a little…”

“confused?” mandy smiles at her.

“i was thinking ‘fucked in the head’, but i guess that works too,” courtney’s hand finds your knee, and mandy’s follows suit, both women sandwiching you.

“what‘s happening?” you whisper.

“something crazy, i think,” mandy pulls you close, her lips brushing against yours.

she kisses you before you can say anything, slow and tender. she’s being as gentle as you know her, but dominating in a way that knocks air out of your lungs. mandy’s hand, the one on your knee, travels to your waist, holding you tight.

mandy pulls away to catch a breath, turning you to face courtney. you watch as her pupils dilate, black swallowing the brown irises. your breath hitches when she leans closer, warm breath fanning against yours drool slick lips, but never coming too close to taste her. her gaze flicks between your mouth, then your eyes, waiting for your approval.

you nod, the tiniest of pleas rolling off your tongue, and that’s when she snaps. her mouth slams against your own, claiming and taking, not letting you breathe. a complete opposite of the gentle kiss mandy and you had. courtney desperately takes what she needs, moans and whimpers vibrating against your tongue.

mandy’s lips find your shoulder, planting gentle kisses against the exposed skin. they both work in perfect rhythm, playing with your body like it’s an instrument, pulling sounds out of your mouth you forgot you can make.

“oh fuck,” you gasp out when courtney finally pulls away from you, only to lean down to kiss at the sensitive spot of your neck.

“do you wanna continue?” mandy murmurs against you collarbone, fingers tugging at the buttons of your shirt.

“mandy, i’ll fucking explode if you stop now,” you groan, making both women smile at each other. they didn’t plan this, but hell, they sure know how to make you a mess.

mandy’s fingers work on your buttons, undoing them one by one until the fabric falls and slips off your body. you shrug it off, not caring where it lands as they continue drowning you in kisses.

“should we take it to the bedroom?” courtney asks, both pulling away from you – much to your dismay.

“good idea,” mandy grins, breathless and messy, grabbing you by the wrist to guide you to her bedroom.

she kicks the door open, the handle slamming against the wall, but neither of you care. all you care about is feeling their bodies close, as clothes fly on the floor piece by piece until you’re all in your underwear only.

mandy’s lips crash against courtney’s, trapping her between you and her. you’d never guess that courtney is so easily desperate, her load mewls and groans filling the room as your hands run over her body, carefully missing the augments. you cup her tits in your cold palms, feeling her shiver against you, goosebumps appearing on her overheated skin.

“didn’t peg you to be so sensitive,” you whisper into her ear when mandy parts from the kiss, kneading and gently squeezing her boobs, feeling as her nipples pebble against your cold palms.

“oh yeah? i bet you wanna peg me so ba– oh shit!” courtney yelps when you pinch her left nipple, eyes wide and mouth agape, perfect for you to slide your fingers into her mouth.

she eagerly sucks at your point and middle fingers, muffled moans escaping her as she coats the skin with drool. mandy’s mouth finds the neglected nipple, her mouth wrapping around it.

you’ve never seen anything hotter than the sight before you.

“tell me, court,” you slide your fingers out of her mouth, trailing the hand down to the hem of her panties. “what do you want me to do, hm?”

she barely registers what you just said, her attention fully focused on mandy’s mouth suckling on her sensitive tits. even when she looks at you, her eyes are glazed with unshed tears, lips tremble with sheer need for something. something both you and mandy are denying her.

“you, please… want you,” she whimpers, leaning closer to pepper kisses along your jawline, acting like a complete mess.

“lie down for us,” mandy lays her down on the mattress when you move away, and she lies beside her while you shift down between her already spread legs.

lying on your stomach, you hook your finger into the waistband, sliding the underwear down her legs. once they’re off, you throw them on the floor with the rest of your clothes, eyes trained on the wet mess between her thighs.

“so much talk for someone who’s so easily soaked,” you tease, kissing above the patch of trimmed hair. “is she always this wet?”

“mhm,” mandy hums against courtney’s jaw, a grin stretching on her kiss-swollen lips. “she’s a… how’d you say it? a gusher.”

you laugh at that, and it earns you a light nudge from courtney as her sole gently meets your side. clearly she doesn’t like being teased.

“can’t handle a bit of teasing?” you smirk.

“fuck off,” she grumbles, face warm and eyebrows furrowed.

“alright, i’ll stop. just stop with that frowning of yours,” you kiss her thigh as an apology, mouth going lower and lower until your tongue dives between her folds.

you lick and suck on her cunt like it’s your last meal, pulling all kinds of loud noises from her – moans, pleas, mewls. thighs squeeze at your ears, fingers tangle in your hair and tug at the roots until it makes you hiss and your scalp pulse.

as you eat courtney out, mandy’s lips are near her ear, whispering sweet praises that make the other quiver and sob pathetically.

“good girl, taking it so well.”

“you sound so pretty, bet it feels so good.”

“look at her as she eats you out.”

you can’t even describe how wet mandy’s words get you. your underwear is soaked through, sticking to you uncomfortably, but you’re determined to bring courtney to the edge. you don’t need to get up to breathe when all you want is to taste her.

mandy’s eyes lock with yours, and she looks at you with so much affection it makes your back arch against the bed. you’re getting so sensitive, so overwhelmed, you might even cry yourself. and no one’s even touched you yet.

“come for me, please,” you mumble against courtney’s clit, mouth wrapping around the bundle of nerves as your fingers slide inside her.

her body starts to flicker, turning invisible with each breath she holds in as the orgasm builds. it’s strange to watch her disappear on you when you’re tongue deep in her pussy, but it’s endearing to watch, in a strange way, knowing you make her this sensitive.

“oh fuck, i’m- i’m-“ with a loud moan, the coil in her belly snaps, her juices squirting into your mouth and soaking your chin.

you help courtney ride off her orgasm until her hands grasp at your head, yanking you up to kiss you deeply. she licks her own release off, wheezing into your mouth, not bothering to catch a breath.

“hey, hey,” despite her silent protests, you pull away from her, getting up from the bed to find her inhaler. you rummage through the mess of clothes before you find what you need, joining the two women back on the bed.

you tilt courtney’s head, popping the inhaler open and bringing it to courtney’s lips. you squeeze once until it hisses, watching as she inhales. you put the inhaler on the bedside table as she holds her breath, watching as her breathing slowly calms. it eases the worry tugging at your chest.

“rest up for a moment, yeah?” mandy whispers to courtney, rubbing gentle circles at her sternum.

“so you can fuck without me, huh? no, no fucking way,” she tries to pry herself from your and mandy’s grasps, but you push her on the mattress, using enough force to keep her there.

“you’re taking a break, okay? i don’t wanna hear it,” your stern voice makes her gasp, and you can she her hesitating before she begrudgingly agrees. “good girl,” you kiss her cheek.

when you pull away, you look at her, at the augments. she always tries to hide them from you, whenever you were in the showers together. but now you can see them, red light faintly glowing against her skin.

you and mandy share a look, a silent communication. whatever needs to be done, you’ll get those things off her body and find a better alternative. you know mandy will do everything in her power, blonde blazer or not, to make it happen.

“stop staring at them,” courtney’s voice pulls you away from your thoughts, her arms coming to cover herself up.

but you and mandy are faster, grabbing at her wrists to stop her. you both kiss her near the augments, watching her stomach clench at the sudden contact. neither of you comment on them, knowing it’s a sensitive topic, but each kiss you plant near the device is an apology for gawking at them.

mandy pulls away first, cupping courtney’s face in her hand. “rest up for us, court.”

and courtney doesn’t argue, just nods as she watches you crawl towards mandy.

you straddle her thigh, closing the distance between you. the tip of your nose brushes against hers, breaths mingling together. it’s intimate, sweet, even if your clit is begging for some attention.

“can’t believe this is our first time,” you whisper to her, chuckling when her cheeks redden at the realization.

“shit, you’re right.”

“how long do you think we’ll be able to keep this a secret, boss?” you ask her, fingertips toying with the lacy band of her panties.

“hopefully, as long as possible. i don’t want to explain to the hr that we’re… whatever the hell we are,” she huffs, surprisingly calm despite your fingers slipping beneath the fabric of her underwear.

“i doubt the said hr exists at this point,” you mumble, working her underwear down her legs.

“it very much exists, just so you know. they just choose to ignore us. for now, at least.

“hm, good to know.”

mandy helps you get her underwear off before taking yours off, both pieces dropping on the floor. you shift on top of her until you press your pussy against hers, rolling your hips back and forth.

the sensation of her clit rubbing against yours makes your eyes roll back, breathy moans filling the room. mandy curses beneath you, gripping at your hip to help you move. her hold is strong and firm, squeezing at the flesh whenever you hit the right angle, surely leaving a handprint. you can’t deny that the idea of being marked up all over from mandy and courtney and coming to work like that doesn’t turn you on.

“shit,” mandy gasps, her head falling back against the pillow. “keep going, honey. so good for me.”

her praises have you trembling against her, your hips moving faster. your moans grow louder, voice getting higher in ways that sounds foreign to your ears. and mandy isn’t any better under you. she’s moving against you, squelching sounds of your arousals echoing in the room as the slick drips down on the sheets.

the scene is downright filthy, the way both of you are lost in the sensation as your cunt rubs against mandy’s in desperate rhythm. and with how she’s looking at you, you could come right then and there. not only a week ago, you were only dreaming of how she’d look like during sex, imagining her in all sorts of ways.

but none of your thoughts and dreams can beat the reality.

“i’m close,” you hiss through your teeth, digging your nails into her thigh.

“me too,” she groans loudly, propping herself on her elbow to move faster against you.

it takes little for you to finally reach your peak, mandy’s name rolling off your tongue as the force of your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave. she falls apart right after, hand tangling in your hair to pull you down for a kiss.

she bites and licks at your mouth, panting against your tongue. her kisses are messy, all tongue and teeth, and it turns you on to no end.

but no matter how much you want to kiss her, the need to breathe wins over and you’re forced to pull away. gasping, you turn where courtney should be lying, except she’s not. the spot is empty, and she’s nowhere to be found. both of you look around the room, worry etched into a line between your brows.

“courtney?” you call out, waiting for response. you wait, but nothing comes.

“where the hell is she?” mandy sighs, putting her hands on your hips to gently lift you off of her.

just as she’s about to push away, a pair of arms wrap tightly around your waist. none other than courtney’s. she kisses at your shoulder blades, fingers running over your stomach in random shapes.

“since you ate me out so good, i think it’s only fair i fuck you just as good,” she grins against your skin, her hips bumping against yours.

only then you feel something cold and wet poking at your inner thigh. a silicone cock, slick with lube, attached to a harness buckled on her hips. solid seven inches, intimidatingly thick by your standards.

“when did you-“

“sneaked out into my room while you two were busy bumping each other’s pussies,” courtney interrupts you before you can finish the question. “never thought i’d see the two of you so into it.”

she slowly pulls you away from mandy, until your ass is hanging off the edge of the bed and courtney is standing behind you, rubbing the tip of her strap against your puffy clit. you mewl from the cool feeling of the lube-drenched silicone, balling the sheets into your fists.

“can’t you just fucking put it in?” you whimper, looking back at her over your shoulder.

“so impatient,” she rolls her eyes at you, landing a light smack to your ass cheek. she looks at mandy, winking and beckoning her close.

mandy wordlessly settles in front of you, legs spread open and pussy next to your face. you clench around nothing when she puts her hand at the back of your head, pulling you to her until your tongue flicks out against her hole.

“oh yeah, make mandy feel good,” courtney coos at you, finally slipping the length into your sopping cunt.

you moan against mandy’s clit, sending shivers through both of you while courtney fills you slowly. inch by inch until she bottoms out, giving you time to adjust to the stretch.

“fuck, you’re practically sucking my dick into your pussy,” she laughs at the sight, parting your lips just so she can see the dildo disappearing into you. “wish you could see it, mandy.”

mandy laughs between moans. “yeah?”

“yeah. she’s taking it so well,” courtney finally begins moving, setting a nice, slow rhythm at first to enjoy the sight. “she’s good with her tongue, isn’t she? made me see stars with her mouth.”

“she’s so good. so pretty between my legs,” mandy nods, eyes focused on you as she caresses your hair, but never pushing you down further.

they talk about you as if you weren’t here, as if they weren’t taking you apart. the pleasure is overwhelming your senses, leaving you utterly fucked out and desperate. your tongue delves deeper into mandy’s cunt, lapping at her juices like she is the only thing keeping you alive.

she praises you so sweetly, each sweet compliment going straight to your core, your walls squeezing around courtney’s thick strap. she moans behind you each time your pussy convulses, and you could almost believe she can feel it. she’s vocal even when giving, her moans louder than your and mandy’s combined.

“fuck,” she whimpers, pressing her tits against your back.

her arms wrap tightly around your waist, one hand finding your throbbing clit while the other stays put on your tummy. and when the silicone brushes your cervix, you nearly shatter here and there.

“fucking love this pussy. could fuck it all day long,” courtney mutters, licking at the skin of your shoulder. “don’t come yet. make mandy feel good first.”

and you do. any sane thought left in your brain is focused on eating mandy out, sucking, licking and spitting at her cunt until your spit mixes with her arousal in sweet concoction. her moans grow louder, and she loses the remaining strength in her arms, dropping back against the mattress.

“yes, oh yes! oh, shit!” mandy’s gasps fill your ears as she finally comes all over your face, grinding her pussy against your mouth to prolong the pleasure. and you let her use you however she wishes.

you whine in protest when she pulls away, but before you can move, courtney manages to flip you over on your back. cupping the back of your knees, she pushes them apart as far as they go, all while she continues to drill her cock into your drenched pussy.

“courtney, oh fuck,” you moan, loud and needy.

mandy crawls to the edge of the bed, taking courtney’s face in her hand. she pulls her in, their lips tangling in a desperate kiss, leaving you to watch. not that you mind, anyway. you are happy where you where, getting fucked silly by courtney’s strap as they kiss before you. you are where you want to be.

the pleasure gets harder to resist the closer you’re to the edge. your muscles tighten, body trembling beneath them. and based on courtney’s sloppy, unrhythmic thrusts, you can tell she’s not far from reaching her orgasm.

she pulls away from mandy’s lips, her weight dropping on top of yours. she uses all of her strength to push you higher on the mattress as she kneels between your legs, skin rubbing against skin. she’s wrapped around you, like the mere thought of letting you go right now will break her. she’s close to sobbing into your shoulder, kissing and biting on the sensitive skin. leaving marks that you’ll have to deal with later.

“courtney, i– i’m gonna…” your brain is mush by this point, to the point where talking feels like a challenge.

“me too,” she nods into the crook of your neck, pulling away to slam her lips against yours.

tangled in each other’s embrace, with mandy’s sweet voice whispering sweet nothings to both of you, your orgasm finally crashes over you. courtney follows suit, thrusting the strap deep into your cunt and filling you up.

all three of you look beyond exhausted, and you don’t bother cleaning up when you all end up in a huge pile of limbs and sweaty bodies. courtney is slumped on top of mandy, and you’re pressed to mandy’s side, breathing contently after what just happened between you. it will surely complicate things somewhat, but that is not what either of you want to think about.

even if you’re confused, this feels right. and you wouldn’t change it.

“i was thinking,” courtney speaks up, drawing random shapes against mandy’s chest. “how does vacation sound?”

“really good, i won’t lie,” mandy smiles.

“hmm,” you mumble, half asleep against mandy’s shoulder.

“we could travel somewhere, just the three of us. do what we want, visit what we want… fuck as much as we want,” courtney chuckles at the last part, and mandy smacks the back of her head lightly.

it’s comical how offended courtney looks at the other woman, like she’s just stole money from her wallet.

“where would we go, though?” mandy gently rubs at the spot she hit on courtney’s head, and you watch as she melts into her.

“don’t know… tahiti?” you mumble.

“paris sounds nice.”

“we’ll work on the decision making later,” courtney sighs, clearly too tired to think about anything else besides a good night’s rest.

one by one, you fall asleep, cuddled against each other under a warm blanket.

and before the sleep fully takes over you, you feel fingers caressing your cheek, touch light and careful.

the last thing you remember is courtney’s voice, whispering something to you and mandy without expecting an answer, taking advantage of the quiet moment to be freely vulnerable.

Your head drops back against the dark mahogany with a thud, and your body gives out completely as she teases your fluttering hole with the tip of her tongue causing your hips to jolt clumsily, a few important-looking folders fall off her desk, but it doesn’t deter her— not when you’re moaning so prettily all desperate and hers.

“You deserve this, baby— you deserve the world.” her words come out slightly muffled as she pushes her tongue inside your with a lazy lick, her nose rubbing up against your clit with each bob of her head as she fucks you with the wet muscle— moaning into your heat as your cunt squelches obscenely with each languid thrust.

“Mm— m’gunna come, please, plea-” your voice breaks off into a choked moan, your pussy clenching around her tongue, fingers tugging at her hair as she continues to eat you out like she’d die without it. She doesn’t pause, not even for a breath, working you through your orgasm that washes over you like a tidal wave, leaving you all breathless and panting over her desk.

“There you go, good girl, such a good girl for me,” she soothes, running her hands up your thighs as she laps up your sweet release, pressing a kiss to your clit before pulling back with a proud smile, “feel good?” and all you can manage is a soft sigh and a slow nod murmuring a breathy: “thank you.”

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“shut up,” you try kicking at him with little success, “you sound like a huge pervert when you talk like that.”

head tilting at you innocently, “nothing leading up until just now made me seem like a huge pervert?”

“that’s—”

he lost interest, mouth on your cunt and making out with it obscenely. tongue gliding over every delicious inch of you, sucking and nipping. using his tongue to slide into your hole and drink down your slick, needy for it. his moans vibrating through you as he eats you to his hearts content.

you can barely think, all sensitive and beyond turned on. gojo’s devouring you like it’ll be the last time he’ll get to and all you can do is take it. whining pathetically as he nudges closer, his nose hitting your clit and striking hot pleasure through your veins.

gojo’s eyes are all heavy lidded and unfocused, watching your every reaction. hands moving upwards to hold onto your hips, helping you grind your pretty pussy down onto his face. his own hips moving on their own, rutting desperately into the mattress below him. dick strained against his pants and weeping precum, no doubt staining them.

mumbling into your cunt, he needs you to know, “so fucking good– mmh– sweetie, you taste soo fucking good.”

he’s practically drooling onto you, salivating at just how much he’s enjoying this. in the back of his mind he’s somewhat aware that he’s pitifully pussydrunk but that doesn’t stop him from whimpering into your cunt. it also doesn’t stop him from humping the bed.

you’re too warm and soft for him to resist, walls twitching around his tongue as he stuffs it in as far as he can reach. and when your plush thighs wrap around his head desperately, his eyes roll and his cock throbs. not even daring to untangle you from him, getting off on how you’re clinging to him far too much to.

his breathing coming much faster now, somewhat laboured because he’s so consumed by you. beyond worked up, his head feeling like it’s floating as he keeps lapping at your spasming cunt. your hand tugging at his hair sharply has him whimpering again, cumming prematurely in his pants because he’s so overwhelmed and horny.

your thighs tighten around him a bit more and he moans, his lips wrap clumsily over your clit and suck, tongue flicking at you relentlessly. you’re cumming over it, body shaking and thighs tensing. gushing fresh arousal as you cum. gojo’s quick to suction his mouth to your hole, drinking it all down.

lewd and audible swallowing sounds coming from him as he takes everything you give him; he pushes you into overstimulation over it and you have to push at his forehead to get him to stop.

“too– hng– too much, satoru,” you pout at him, “mm sensitive.”

he lazily looks up at you, still hugged between your thighs, “i want more.”

Your throat feels tight, but you nod anyway, Shoko’s fingers are careful as she unhooks your bra and slides it down your arms, tossing it somewhere off the bed. Then she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of your damp panties and tugs them slowly down your legs.

When the fabric finally leaves your skin and she sees you completely bare, smooth from the shave you did earlier that day, her brows pull together just a little, a soft disappointed huff leaves her lips.

“Aww… you shaved,” she murmurs, running her fingertips lightly over the hairless skin. “Don’t do it anymore for me, okay? I like it better when you’re fuzzy down here.”

You whimper, embarrassed and turned on at the same time. “S-sorry… I thought it would be easier…”

“Shhh, it’s okay,” she cuts you off, voice dropping lower as she leans in and kisses just above your mound. “You’re still so fucking cute. But next time I want to feel those soft curls against my tongue, yeah?”

Before you can answer, Shoko settles between your thighs, spreading them wider with her palms. She’s already so wet herself you can see it glistening on her inner thighs, but she doesn’t touch herself yet, her focus is all on you. She coats her fingers generously with lube, the cool slick sound making your stomach flip. Then one warm hand rests on your lower belly while the other slides down. You can’t help yourself and let out a tiny gasp, trying to close your legs out of instinct.

“Relax for me, sweetheart,” she whispers, voice thick with lust she’s barely holding back. “Fuck, I can’t believe I get to be your first.”

Her middle finger circles your entrance slowly, spreading the lube around your folds. You’re already dripping, but she adds more anyway, making everything slippery and messy.

“Gonna start with one, okay? Breathe for me.”

She pushes in carefully, just the tip at first and you gasp at the stretch. It doesn’t hurt, not really, just feels different. Her finger is long and gentle, curling slightly as she sinks deeper until she’s knuckle-deep.

“Oh my god,” Shoko breathes out, eyes fluttering half-closed like she’s the one getting fucked. “You’re so tight, baby, so warm and soft inside. I’m losing my mind.”

She starts moving slowly, pumping in and out with careful strokes while her thumb finds your clit and rubs soft little circles. Every time she presses against that spot inside you, your hips twitch.

“That’s me touching you nice and deep.” she says, kissing your inner thigh. “Does it feel good?”

“Y-yes ah Shoko…” you moan, hands fisting the sheets because you’re scared if you touch her she’ll stop.

She adds a second finger after a minute, scissoring them gently to open you up. Her breathing is getting heavier, cheeks flushed and you can tell she’s fighting not to just devour you.

“God, listen to those little sounds you make,” she groans, leaning down to kiss your neck, then your tits, sucking one nipple into her mouth while her fingers keep working you open. “I’m so wet just from fingering you, baby. You’re doing so well for your first time, taking my fingers like such a good girl.”

Her pace picks up a little, curling harder against that spongy spot that makes sparks shoot up your spine. She can’t stop talking, the words spilling out between kisses and soft bites.

“Ah, ah, Sho… Shoko!” you whimper, eyes shutting and back arching. “Feels ‘mazing, ah!”

“I’ve wanted this for so long… wanted to be the one who makes you feel this for the first time. Fuck, you’re clenching around me so tight. You gonna cum on my fingers, sweetheart? Let me feel it. I want to watch you fall apart.”

She adds just a bit more pressure on your clit, rubbing faster, and her voice cracks with how turned on she is.

“Come on, baby… Show me how pretty you look when you finish.”

Your thighs start to shake, the feeling building fast and overwhelming. Shoko’s eyes are locked on your face, dark with lust, lips parted as she keeps talking to you through every second.

“Cum for me, my sweet girl.” She leans in to trap your lips in a kiss and muffle your moans, she feels you clenching hard and cumming on her fingers, your thighs spasming and back arching. “That’s my girl.”

She presses a kiss to your forehead, cleaning the sweat with the back of her hand. “Baby… can you keep going for me? I’m not done with you yet. I want more.”

You nod weakly, voice hoarse. “O-okay… yeah.”

A bright and hungry smile spreads across her lips. “Good girl.”

She gently pulls her fingers out, making you whimper at the loss. Then she helps you turn over, guiding you until you’re on your knees with your chest pressed to the mattress. Your ass is up high, back arched, completely exposed. She runs her hands over your hips and the curve of your butt, squeezing softly.

“Comfortable like this, sweetheart?” she asks, as she strokes your lower back. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

You bury your face in the pillow, cheeks burning. “Y-yeah, I’m okay. Shoko… what are you gonna do?”

She chuckles softly, the sound warm and a little wicked. She spreads your cheeks gently with both hands, exposing everything to the cool air of the room.

“I’m gonna eat you out from the back, baby,” she says, almost purring. “Gonna taste every inch of this pretty pussy while you’re all open for me like this.”

Before you can even process her words, you feel something warm and wet land right on your asshole. Shoko just spit on it. You gasp, your body jolting a little. She watches as the spit slowly drips down, sliding over your tight hole and down to your soaked pussy lips.

“Fuck… so messy already.”

Her tongue is hot and soft as it drags from your clit all the way up, licking through your folds in one long stripe. She moans loudly against you, the vibration making your toes curl.

“Mmm… you taste so fucking good,” she groans, doing it again, savoring every bit. “Even better from behind. God, I love having you like this.”

She buries her face deeper, tongue circling your entrance before pushing inside you, fucking you with it in shallow thrusts. One of her hands stays on your ass, keeping you spread open while the other reaches underneath to rub your swollen clit in tight circles.

You can barely hold yourself up, moans spilling out into the pillow as she eats you like she’s starving. Every lick and every suck, every time her nose presses against your asshole makes your legs shake harder.

Shoko pulls back just enough to speak, her breath hot against your wet skin. “Keep making those pretty noises for me, mmh. You’re so sweet and puffy, fuuuuck, I’m so wet just from tasting you.”

She spits on you again, this time letting it drip down while her tongue chases it, licking everything up in messy and eager strokes. Her fingers keep working your clit faster, and you can feel another orgasm already starting to build, hot and overwhelming.

“You gonna cum again for me like this?” she asks, voice muffled against your folds but still so full of lust. 

“Y-yes! Shoko, nghh, you’re so good… shit, hah!” Your own voice is muffled when you bury your face in the pillow, fisting the sheets as Shoko keeps closing her mouth around your clit and sucks gently.

Her tongue flicks fast and you know you won’t last much longer. Shoko just keeps going, moaning like she’s the one getting pleasured, completely lost in how much she loves being your first. When the sensation starts to feel like too much, you have the instinct to pull back, but Shoko grabs your hip with one hand as the other pinches your clit. 

“Nuh-uh, don’t squirm away. You have to cum,” Shoko says while your moans fill the room. 

“Shoko, please! Please mmph it’s too much!” you try to say, but Shoko doesn’t listen to you and keeps circling your clit until her face is covered in your cum, mixed with her own saliva. 

“My sweet girl,” she says, pulling back from your pussy and letting you flop on the bed. She grabs you by the waist, pulling you into her chest.

“Did I… did I do good?” you ask, not really thinking about what you were saying, your whole body sore from Shoko’s actions. 

“You did amazing, sweetheart. The prettiest virgin ever.” She kisses the top of your head, her hand caressing the sensitive nipple. “Can’t believe I have you all for myself. Cause you’re all mine, yeah?” She looks down, making you look up at her. 

You nod vigorously, a tired smile on your face. “A-all yours,”

Shoko hums low, you can feel the vibration. “That’s what I love to hear, sweetie.”

One shots:

Toph Beifong x Waterbender Fem!Reader 🌷

Synopsis: You've been dating toph for over a year now and things are great, until you let the L word slip during sex and now shes acting all weird. If that weren't bad enough, she disappears for a week to help aang and sokka, leaving you to wonder what you did wrong.

G!P Toph Beifong x Wife! Reader🌷

Synopsis: Toph hasn't touched you in two months and you're spiraling.

Needy Toph Beifong x Girlfriend Reader 🌷

Synopsis: On an incredibly lonely night Toph gets herself off to the thought of you.

Needy Toph Beifong x Girlfriend Reader Pt.2 🌷

Synopsis: You finally return home from your seminar with Katara.

G!P Toph Beifong x Jealous Fem! Reader 🌷

Synopsis: A woman gets a little too close to Toph at an event and you have to remind her exactly who she belongs to.

Older Trainer Toph Beifong x Fem!Student Reader 🌷

Synopsis: When your friend sets you up with a personal trainer to help you get the attention of the girl you like. You weren't expecting someone as formidable as Toph Beifong. And you soon find out, its kind of hard to think about anyone else when you're in her presence.

Adult Toph Beifong x Hyperfeminine Girlfriend Reader 🌷

Synopsis: Toph doesnt want you to go out with your friends so she finds other ways to convince you to stay home.

Adult Toph Beifong x Ex Girlfriend Reader🌷

Synopsis: You get called to a brutal scene in Republic City’s underbelly where a fighter has been beaten to the brink of death. Amidst all the blood and cracked stone, you find your ex-girlfriend, Toph Beifong who is all that remains.

Chief Toph Beifong x Captain Wife Reader🌷

Synopsis: You teach Toph a lesson after she runs into a dangerous hostage situation without backup.

Chief Toph Beifong x Pregnant Wife Reader 🌷

Synopsis: You wake up desperately needing Toph so you call her at work.

Older Toph Beifong x YoungerWife Reader

Synopsis: Toph has been buried in her work and hasn't left the police station in days. So you decide to stay up and wait for her one night. Only, what was supposed to be a kind gesture turns into a confrontation that threatens to ruin your marriage. Based on this request.

G!P Toph Beifong × Wife Reader 🌷

Synopsis: After weeks of disappearing into yourself Toph finally confronts you.

Adult Toph Beifong x Girlfriend Reader

Synopsis: While on a date Toph confesses she wishes she could see you.

Adult Toph Beifong x Earthbender Girlfriend 🌷

Synopsis: You and Toph take the next step in your relationship.

Toph Beifong x Pregnant Wife Reader

Synopsis: You wake Toph up in the middle of the night craving something very specific.

Series:

Seven days.

That’s how long you’ve been away from home, assisting Katara with an advanced healing seminar at a clinic in a small community. An entire week since you’d last seen your girlfriend, and the distance was slowly driving you insane.

It wasn't just the physical absence of her, it was the silence. You knew Toph better than anyone. Which means you knew the very idea of dictating her private thoughts to Sokka just so he could scratch them onto parchment was mortifying to her.

But usually, when you were away, even if only for a few days, something found its way to you. Most of the time in the past a messenger hawk would arrive with a blunt two sentence note about her day or a jab about the spirit spa baths you and Katara were teaching people about. Sometimes, she would even send a metal bent token as a way to show she's still thinking about you without all the mushy words attached to it.

You weren't expecting her to pour her heart out to you, but you at least hoped she'd send something to hold you over until you were back. But by the third day, the responses to your letters began to dwindle. And by the fifth, they stopped entirely.

A part of you had hoped Toph was just swamped with investigations and the daily grind of running the police force. You knew better than anyone that there would always be people to protect and criminals to bring to justice. You understood that her duty to Republic City and commitment to the badge often came first which was fine.

But there was another part of you, the part that's spent years learning the intricate map of Toph Beifong’s soul that felt a persistent, nagging worry.

When Toph went radio silent, it usually meant she was retreating into herself, reinforcing those metal walls she used to protect the vulnerable heart she so rarely lets anyone see.

It was heartbreaking to think about really. You’d spent so long stripping those defenses down, piece by piece, reassuring Toph that her mind, her body, and her heart would always be safe with you. And now, walking toward her apartment, you were terrified that a single week apart had convinced her it was safer to be alone again.

The streets of Republic City were a chaotic blur of noise and color, but you moved through the crowd with singular focus. Every step you took brought you closer to the cause of the ache in your chest that now felt like a gravitational pull that brought you closer to the woman you loved.

The gravel crunched beneath your Water Tribe boots that you hadn't even bothered to change out of. Stopping at your own apartment for a fresh set of clothes seemed like a waste of time when your heart was leading in the direction of Toph's place.

Besides, you’d rather just borrow one of her oversized shirts anyway, it smelled more like home than anything you owned anyways.

The hallway in the complex was quiet, the air inside the building felt charged with all the words you havent been able to say in your letters. It felt like you were stepping into a sinkhole of your own making. It was well into the evening, dinner time to be exact and you found yourself praying to the spirits that she was actually home and not still buried in paperwork at the precinct.

As the door came into view, your pace quickened, the thud of your boots echoed off the walls in the hallway. You didn't knock. You didn't wait. You pulled out the key Toph specially made for you that felt like a piece of her trust in your palm and turned it in the lock.

The silence of the apartment was heavy, but it wasn't empty. You spotted her bag slumped over the back of the couch and the discarded pile of her RCPD uniform on the floor. Which was a good sign, it meant she’s been home long enough to strip off the chief persona, but not long enough to settle the restlessness you could feel vibrating through the walls.

The click of the lock as you shut the door behind you sounded like a small bomb going off in the quiet room. You dropped your bag right where you stood, not caring that it cluttered the entryway. Your only focus was the shadow of her in the next room.

The scent of her shampoo, floral and crisp hit you the moment you stepped into the hallway. It was a domestic, intimate smell that made your chest ache even more. You pushed the bedroom door open just a crack, the light from the hallway spilling across the floor.

There she was.

She looked softer like this, hair damp and clinging to her neck, one of your old shirts that you left snug around her. Seeing your clothes on her, the silent admission that she’d been reaching for you while you were gone nearly broke your resolve.

Toph didn't turn around. She didn't offer a snarky comment or a welcome home. She just moved with a deliberate, quiet huff, climbing onto the bed and curling into the covers, with her back to you.

The silence in the room wasn't peaceful, it was filled with the weight of everything she wasn't saying. If you didn't know any better, you would probably think she just looked tired after a long day. But you could see the tension in her shoulders as she stiffly lay there. She looked like she was trying to disappear into the mattress so she wouldn't have to acknowledge the frantic, hopeful rhythm of your heart echoing through the floorboards.

You moved, stripping down to just your under garments, not wanting the outside clothes to touch the clean sheets. As you crawled onto the mattress, the bed groaned under your weight, but Toph remained a statue, her back still turned to you. It was only when you moved to straddle her, settling onto her lap with your thighs on either side of her hips, that you felt the sudden, sharp intake of her breath.

Being this close, you could feel the heat radiating off her skin, but more importantly, you could feel the tension. Toph's hands clenched into fists at her side, she was worrying her lip between her teeth so hard she nearly drew blood.

Over the years you have seen her run into collapsed buildings without blinking, stand toe-to-toe with the most dangerous benders in the world with her jaw set and her stance unbreakable. But here, with you in the quiet of her bedroom, stripped of her uniform and her bravado, she looked dangerously close to shattering.

You don’t think you have ever seen her look this fragile. You lifted your hand, fingers curling around her chin as you gently turned her head, forcing her to face you. Seeing those milky eyes usually so full of fire and defiance beginning to water had your heart breaking into pieces.

“Toph...” You breathed her name, the sound laced with an affection that bordered on reverence as you searched her face. “Tell me what's wrong.”

The sound of your voice, so gentle and familiar, seemed to act as a final blow against a weakening dam. She flinched, her breath hitching in a way that sounded like a sob she was trying to turn into a growl.

“What's wrong?” She repeated, her voice cracking as she finally let out a watery laugh. She tried to pull her chin from your hand, not to get away, but to hide. You didn't let her, you needed her to know she couldn't run from this. “Everything is wrong! The city is too loud, this bed is too big, the apartment is too quiet and the ground... the ground felt like it was shifting under my feet for seven days because you weren't here to keep it still.”

It was probably one of the most romantic things she has ever said to you, but you knew better than to point it out. If you teased her or made it a thing she’d retreat and bury that rare vulnerability under a layer of sarcasm and stubborn denial.

So, you just listened. You let her frustrations bleed out, her words tumbling over each other as she struggled to navigate the storm of feelings she usually kept under lock and key. Toph was a woman of action, of force. But when it came to the messy, quiet complexities of the heart, she often felt like she was punching at shadows.

She was angry, not really at you, but at the power you had over her peace of mind. She hated that she couldn't just be fine on her own anymore. You had infiltrated every layer of her life. You were in the scent of her sheets, the walls of her home, and most inconveniently, the quietest parts of her heart. The truth was, Toph didn't know how to be the iron willed, brooding chief and the woman who wore your shirt to bed when you were gone just to feel close to you.

“I missed you too, you know.” You say softly, interrupting her downward spiral. The pads of your thumbs tracing her jaw. “It was hard being away from you for so long. All I could think about was what you were doing, how your day was, what you were feeling. I was driving myself and Katara insane.”

Toph’s eyes welled up, a single, silent tear finally breaking free and trailing down her cheek. The sight of it was so rare and so heavy with the weight of her loneliness it drew you in instinctively. You leaned forward and kissed it away, your lips lingering against her skin for a moment longer than necessary, just to let her feel the warmth and the promise behind the gesture.

When you pulled away, the space between you felt electric. Toph didn't move, she remained frozen in your hold, her breathing uneven as she processed the tenderness. The frustration that had fueled her all evening seemed to evaporate, replaced by a stunned surrender. She looked smaller in that moment, now that her damp hair was framing a face that had finally run out of ways to hide.

“I mean it, Toph.” You whispered, your voice sounding much louder in the quiet room. “I was a mess. Every time I looked up at the moon, I was just counting the hours until I could get back to you.”

“Good,” Toph finally whispers, though her voice is thick, “You should be miserable. It’s only fair.”

The soft laugh that escapes you vibrates against her skin as the last of the tension finally snaps. You never want to feel that distance again, or that hollow, aching silence that made the world feel like it was titled.

Toph’s arms wind around your waist with a sudden, desperate strength, hauling you flush against her until there’s no air left between you. She buries her face in the crook of your neck, her breath hot against your pulse. You stay rooted in her lap, letting her take what she needs.

Her hands weren't gentle, they moved with an urgency that she's rarely displayed before. They glide across your body, her palms calloused and warm, mapping every inch of your ribs and spine as if she were trying to memorize every curve through her fingertips. It felt less like a caress and more like she's reclaiming her territory, her nails occasionally grazing your skin to ensure that you’re solid, real, and most importantly hers.

“Mine,” Toph mutters against your skin, her voice muffled but fierce. “Don't you dare leave me again. I don't care how many patients need healing, I'm the one who's falling apart when you're gone.”

The room falls into a charged silence as you let her possessive words hang in the air. You don't answer her, you knew when she got like this she needed to feel the declaration of your love against her skin.

So you lean in, capturing her lips in a kiss that was a soft, bruising collision of a week’s worth of unspoken longing. Toph's lips tasted of the kind of relief that only comes with you being home.

As your mouth moves against hers, your hands finally slide beneath the hem of your shirt that she’s wearing. The feel of her warm, toned skin against your palms sends a current directly to your core. You moan into the kiss and toph drinks it in, licking into your mouth and sucking on your tongue like she was starved and you were the only thing that could sate her hunger.

The feel of you pressing her into the mattress as you deepened the kiss had her entire body buzzing with need. Toph’s breath hitches in her throat, her head lolling back in total surrender as your thigh settles firmly between her legs, providing the solid pressure she’s been starving for.

Fresh tears sting Toph's eyes, blurring a world she already cannot see but now feels with so much clarity. She is moving against you with a frantic desperation now, grinding down onto your leg as if she was trying to carve her essence into your bones so you could never forget how it feels to have her against you. Every thrust was a silent scream for the relief her body has been aching for since you've been gone.

“Yes, just like that, baby,” You encourage against her lips, your voice a low, sultry vibration that shatters whatever remains of her restraint.

Toph’s hips stutter and hitch as you flex the muscle in your thigh, increasing the firm, unyielding pressure right where she needed it the most. She chases the sensation with a fevered desperation, her head pressing into the pillow as the pressure building low in her belly began to spread across her entire body.

“Are you going to come on my leg for me, pretty girl?” The question, the possessiveness of it nearly breaks her.

A choked, sobbing moan spills from her lips as her body goes rigid, her fingers clawing into your shoulders.

“Yes!” Her breath comes in sharp, shallow gasps, and she nods frantically, her forehead bumping against yours as you kiss her sloppily. “Fuck, I missed you so much baby you feel so good against me.”

You lift up, breaking the kiss just enough to see the flush spreading across her cheeks. Your hands roam back up her sides, tracing the lean muscle of her ribs before finally molding the soft swell of her breasts. The moment your fingers make contact, Toph arches sharply off the bed, her body a live wire of unspent tension that she knew only you could handle.

She continues to grinds her core against your leg with fevered thrusts, her movements desperate and uncoordinated as she tries to close every inch of space between you. You felt the sting of Toph's fingers as they dug into your arms with a bruising intensity. Toph hitches her hips higher, trying to swallow the solid strength of your thigh.

Your own breathing was ragged as you watched her become consumed by her pleasure, succumbing to the feel of you as she fucked herself against your thigh. You can see how close Toph was to shattering in the way her lips were parted in a silent, breathless plea.

You give her peaked nipple a sharp flick before rolling it between your fingers, applying just enough pressure to draw a sharp cry from her lips. Your own core aches, clenching around nothing as you watch Toph become completely undone right before your eyes.

“Baby-” She was grasping at your shoulders trying to pull you down onto her more so she could feel the full weight of you on top of her. “Please I need to feel you, I need more.”

Your hands were tight around her hips, fingers indenting the creamy skin there. You stilled her movements and Toph whined. Your eyes traveled down between your bodies that were still pressed together. Your entire thigh was coated with her slick, and the sight of it had you groaning deep in your throat.

Fuck, this woman was going to be the death of you.

You allow your fingers to trace a slow, deliberate line down the center of her body, your nails lightly grazing her skin and catching on the hard ridges of her abs. Toph's stomach flexes instinctively under your touch. Her labored breathing following the path of your hand, acting as a physical map of her anticipation.

When you finally reach the soaked lace of her underwear, a deep, guttural moan escapes you. You slide down the length of the bed, settling between her trembling thighs to hover over the damp, ruined silk of her underwear that was a direct testament of just how much she’s been aching for you since you've been gone.

Your nostrils flare as you lean in, the scent of her arousal overwhelming your senses as you press your face against the fabric of her underwear.

You bury your face in her soaked cunt, the bridge of your nose brushes against her clit through the thin fabric. Toph arches her back sharply off the bed, a low, involuntary sound vibrates in her throat because of how sensitive she is. Toph's fingers tangle desperately in your hair, her nails scratching at your scalp to pull you even closer to where she needed you the most.

“Please don't tease me.” She begs hoarsely.

“I won't." You breathed, voice wrecked. "I promise, I won't. Just let me admire you baby, it's been so long.”

You don’t wait another second, your flattened tongue darts out, licking a long stripe across the soaked fabric, right where the heat is most intense. The thin fabric only adds a rough, tantanizing friction that has Toph nearly screaming.

Every time your tongue swirls over her through the material, she jolts, her hips bucking upward in a rabid, clumsy attempt to meet the pressure. Her fingers still cling to your hair, her nails digging into your scalp as she pulled. The combination of the heavy, wet heat of your tongue and the rasp of the fabric was pushing her over the edge far quicker, than you have ever seen her come undone before.

You continued to make out with her pussy, slow at first, before you couldn't take not feeling the warmth of her on your tongue anymore and you just about tore the fabric off of her and discarded it on the floor.

With the last barrier finally discarded, the cool air hit her aching cunt making her shiver despite the heat radiating between you. Toph’s breathing became a series of shallow, broken hitches as she lay exposed, her thighs wrapped around you trembling in need.

You moaned deep in your throat at the sight of her swollen pussy lips that were glistening like jewels with her slick heat. Her clit was erect, the bundle of nerves throbbing and begging for you to wrap your lips around it.

You kissed the inside of her thighs first, nipping and biting the skin there. You were savoring each quiver of her body, each tug in your hair, and desperate demand for you to stop teasing her.

You only give in to her after you are satisfied with the marks you left on her inner thighs. You paused only for a second, hovering just shy of where she needed you the most. You puckered your lips, blowing warm air on her dripping cunt in one last effort to tease her. Toph's toes curl against the matters, her entire body stiffening as she mewled.

“Baby please,” Toph whined, her breath hitching into a near sob as the pressure building inside her core becomes an unbearable ache. “Please, I cant take it-”

You responded by parting her lips with your fingers, licking a stripe up her soaked cunt to silence her cries. Toph’s warm slick coated your tongue and you moan at the taste of her. You pulled away just a fraction, your darkened eyes catching the string of Toph's wetness that dripped from your own tongue.

“God, baby. You're soaked its so fucking sexy.” You moaned, before diving back in with more fever.

Toph arches off the bed up into your mouth, her legs completely falling open as she offers herself to you. Your tongue delves deep into her folds sweeping her cunt as you feel the flutters of her pussy walls as they constrict.

A broken cry is forced from her lungs. Toph's head snaps back against the pillow as her fingers tighten their grip in your hair, pulling you closer with a strength born from her earthbending.

The feel of your warm, wet tongue against her needy cunt has her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Toph begins to move with you, her hips lifting to meet every firm stroke of your tongue. It became a desperate dance, her breath coming in quick gasps as you finally take what’s yours.

Your fingers smooth over her hips before sliding upward, your palms spreading wide over her taut, trembling stomach. You interlock your fingers over her midsection, using the weight and grip of your hands to secure her firmly in place against the mattress as your tongue teased her entrance before slipping inside and curling.

“Yes! Your tongue is so fucking deep, baby.” Toph's entire body was twitching, her breath uneven and sharp, her thighs tightened around your head, as you fucked her deliciously with your tongue.

You used your waterbending to amplify each stroke of your tongue. Playing around with the temperature, cooling the slick just enough for her to thrust into your mouth.

You ate Toph out like she was a deity you were worshiping, with each flick of your tongue serving as a desperate devotion. You were continuing to fluctuate the temperature as you fucked her with a reverence that bordered on something holy. Every deliberate stroke you gave her was a silent prayer her body was openly receiving.

Your own wetness was dripping down your thighs as you watched the woman you love completely give herself to the divine weight of your focus. Her body shuddering as she began to believe in the devotion you’re pouring into her.

The room echoed with the wet sounds of your consumption as your mouth suctioned around her slit to apply more pressure as you ate her out sloppily. Her wetness covered your cheeks and dripped down your chin but you didn't stop, you wanted to be baptized in her essence to the point it became apart of you.

Another melodic sound escapes Toph then. Part sob, part moan as she tries to lift off the bed but your arms are locked around her midsection holding her in place. Toph's hands moved from your hair to press against your cheeks instead, guiding you even deeper into her cunt as you tongue fucked her. Your jaw was starting to ache but you were so drunk on her pussy and the sweet sounds that were coming from her parted lips that if you died in that moment you would die happily where you belonged.

“You fuck me so good baby, you're the best I've ever had ahh..”

Toph's hands release you, tangling in the sheets, and then a pillow, as they desperately search for something to anchor herself to as the world was currently spinning out of her control.

You watched, burying yourself deeper, before licking your back up to her pulsing clit. Your tongue swirls around the hardened bundle, flicking it, as your now chilled lips wrapped around the sensitive nerves, sucking hard. You used your waterbending to make the wetness that pooled in your mouth and coated your tongue vibrate. It was a electric thrum that grew with each pulse of her clit that you could feel with you blood bending.

“Oh my god, baby I-”

The release hits her like a physical shock, starting deep in her core and radiating outward in powerful waves that pulse against your tongue. Toph lifts her hips off the bed, a loud, broken, keening sound tore from her throat that was quickly muffled by the pillow she was biting down onto.

You watch as her hands clench around the fabric with enough force to nearly rip the seams of the pillowcase, her legs shake uncontrollably as her chest heaves with every rapid breath.

You slowed your strokes but didn't stop your ministrations, her slick pooled in your mouth and you moaned, relishing in the taste as you licked the heavy current seeping out of her. The sound of it vibrated against her cunt causing her thighs to clench around your head once again.

Toph’s body continues to shudder in powerful aftershocks well after her release, her muscles still twitching from the phantom vibrations of your tongue. As the tension finally begins to ease, you release your firm hold on her, leaning down to place one last kiss to her center, before trailing your lips along the sensitive skin of both thighs.

You slide back up her shaking body, the heat of your skin the only thing she can really register at the moment. When you finally capture her lips again, the kiss is different, no longer a demand, but a slow sensual joining of lips and tongue.

Toph had met you halfway, a long, content sigh sounding in her throat. Her arms, still weak, find their way around your neck, pulling you down as if she’s trying to merge her very breath with yours in the quiet air of the room.

Toph moaned at the taste of herself on your tongue, her hands gripping your shoulders before sliding down your back and over your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. She was already sliding your ruined panties down your legs, her fingers desperately searching for your slick heat.

Your forehead rests against hers, your breath coming out in hot, harsh breaths as you spoke. “Baby if you keep doing that I won't be able to stop and I know you need rest.”

“You need to come.” Toph breathed against your lips. Already pulling you down so your thighs could slip between hers, aligning your slit against hers. “I want you to come with me this time please?”

Hearing her beg, something she rarely does, breaks something deep inside you. Toph wasn't just asking, you knew what she really craved was the intimacy of it, feeling you close as you come together. You felt the heat of the night bleed away until all that was left was the lingering arousal and the profound love you both have for eachother. You could never deny this woman. As long as she was yours she would have everything she desires.

You press a gentle kiss to her temple, feeling the dampness off her skin that was your own doing. “Okay baby.”

You shifted, slipping a pillow under her hips to elevate them. You then hooked one of her thighs over your hip, aligning yourself until your sopping cunt was flush against hers.

“Fuck” Your chorused whimpers echoed in the room as you slid your wet center against her, rolling your hips before grinding down in quick burst.

Toph's fingers dug into your wrist as you pressed down into her, her leg hooked over your shoulder as you smeared your wetness all over her cunt.

“Spirits, you're so wet for me baby you're going to make me come again.” Toph says, her head was strewn back againt the pillows, her hair spawled across the sheets as the heat between you became smoldering.

You could feel her all over, the way her clit delved between your folds. The sounds of your combined wetness filled the room mingled with your ragged breaths. The intensity of it was enough to have your own thighs stuttering. Each drag of your clit against hers sent waves of pleasure that erupted throughout your entire body.

“You feel so good, baby. Fuck, you’re so wet and perfect against me,” You growl, the words thick with a hunger you can no longer contain.

Your hands tighten around her thigh, your fingers digging into the flesh there hard enough to bruise as your pace quickens to match her as she grinds up into you. You kiss her ankle, dragging your tongue along her calve as Toph's thighs started to shake, her breath catching as the press of your warm pussy against hers has her nearly vibrating off the bed.

She clings to you, her fingers curling into your shoulders as you rut against her. The air in the room was now filled with the desperate sounds of the both of you breaking.

“I love you-” Toph's voice breaks, the words dying in her throat as you grind against her with a raw, relentless pressure. “I love you so much fuck!”

Your hips buck, your pace quickening as you reach your own breaking point. “I love you too. Now come for me baby, I want your pretty pussy to come all over me.”

Toph shatters at the sound of the command with a sharp, piercing cry that is instantly swallowed by the force of your lips crashing against hers. The sound vibrates between you, raw and unbridled, as you roll your hips in a way that draws out every last wave of her orgasm.

You collapse forward, completely on top of her now as you rut into her with quick, powerful thrusts, every muscle in your body coiling until the tension snaps and your orgasm slams into you with a force that makes your entire body shake. A deep, guttural sound is torn from your throat, muffled by the heat of the kiss, as you press yourself firmly against her.

For several long, breathless seconds, the world ceases to exist, there is only the pulse of your shared release and the crushing weight of your bodies merging into one.

You bury your face in the crook of Toph’s neck, both of your bodies slick with sweat and the lingering heat of your shared intensity. You’re panting, the air in the room was still thick and heavy from your release.

Toph’s hands move lazily up your spine, her fingers tracing soothing patterns that ground you both as a peacefulness settles in the room. She lets out a small, characteristic snort after a moment. Her voice was still breathy and rough from exertion as she spoke.

“Well,” Toph teased, you could feel the smirk playing on her lips, “That’s one way to make it up to me.”

You hum tiredly, the lazy patterns she’s tracing on your spine acting as a sedative. Between the grueling travel and the intensity of the night, exhaustion was finally pulling at you.

“Anything for my baby,” You mumble sleepily, your voice muffled against her skin as your eyes drift shut. “I hope you’re comfortable, because I’m not moving.”

When she spoke next, her voice was a rare, soft hum, a sound Toph reserves only for the quietest hours of the night, exclusively for you.

“It’s okay, my love,” Toph reassures, her words a warm breath against your temple. Her arms tighten around you, pulling you into the solid safety of her embrace as if she’s shielding you from the rest of the world.

“Go to sleep,” Toph whispers, her fingers continuing their slow patterns against your back. “I’ll be right here holding you when you wake.”

Now secure in her hold and her promise settling in the air around you, the last of your exhaustion finally takes over. As you drift off to sleep the room fades into a peaceful silence, leaving only the synchronized beat of your two hearts.

Seven days.

That’s how long you’ve been away from home, assisting Katara with an advanced healing seminar at a clinic in a small community. An entire week since you’d last seen your girlfriend, and the distance was slowly driving you insane.

It wasn't just the physical absence of her, it was the silence. You knew Toph better than anyone. Which means you knew the very idea of dictating her private thoughts to Sokka just so he could scratch them onto parchment was mortifying to her.

But usually, when you were away, even if only for a few days, something found its way to you. Most of the time in the past a messenger hawk would arrive with a blunt two sentence note about her day or a jab about the spirit spa baths you and Katara were teaching people about. Sometimes, she would even send a metal bent token as a way to show she's still thinking about you without all the mushy words attached to it.

You weren't expecting her to pour her heart out to you, but you at least hoped she'd send something to hold you over until you were back. But by the third day, the responses to your letters began to dwindle. And by the fifth, they stopped entirely.

A part of you had hoped Toph was just swamped with investigations and the daily grind of running the police force. You knew better than anyone that there would always be people to protect and criminals to bring to justice. You understood that her duty to Republic City and commitment to the badge often came first which was fine.

But there was another part of you, the part that's spent years learning the intricate map of Toph Beifong’s soul that felt a persistent, nagging worry.

When Toph went radio silent, it usually meant she was retreating into herself, reinforcing those metal walls she used to protect the vulnerable heart she so rarely lets anyone see.

It was heartbreaking to think about really. You’d spent so long stripping those defenses down, piece by piece, reassuring Toph that her mind, her body, and her heart would always be safe with you. And now, walking toward her apartment, you were terrified that a single week apart had convinced her it was safer to be alone again.

The streets of Republic City were a chaotic blur of noise and color, but you moved through the crowd with singular focus. Every step you took brought you closer to the cause of the ache in your chest that now felt like a gravitational pull that brought you closer to the woman you loved.

The gravel crunched beneath your Water Tribe boots that you hadn't even bothered to change out of. Stopping at your own apartment for a fresh set of clothes seemed like a waste of time when your heart was leading in the direction of Toph's place.

Besides, you’d rather just borrow one of her oversized shirts anyway, it smelled more like home than anything you owned anyways.

The hallway in the complex was quiet, the air inside the building felt charged with all the words you havent been able to say in your letters. It felt like you were stepping into a sinkhole of your own making. It was well into the evening, dinner time to be exact and you found yourself praying to the spirits that she was actually home and not still buried in paperwork at the precinct.

As the door came into view, your pace quickened, the thud of your boots echoed off the walls in the hallway. You didn't knock. You didn't wait. You pulled out the key Toph specially made for you that felt like a piece of her trust in your palm and turned it in the lock.

The silence of the apartment was heavy, but it wasn't empty. You spotted her bag slumped over the back of the couch and the discarded pile of her RCPD uniform on the floor. Which was a good sign, it meant she’s been home long enough to strip off the chief persona, but not long enough to settle the restlessness you could feel vibrating through the walls.

The click of the lock as you shut the door behind you sounded like a small bomb going off in the quiet room. You dropped your bag right where you stood, not caring that it cluttered the entryway. Your only focus was the shadow of her in the next room.

The scent of her shampoo, floral and crisp hit you the moment you stepped into the hallway. It was a domestic, intimate smell that made your chest ache even more. You pushed the bedroom door open just a crack, the light from the hallway spilling across the floor.

There she was.

She looked softer like this, hair damp and clinging to her neck, one of your old shirts that you left snug around her. Seeing your clothes on her, the silent admission that she’d been reaching for you while you were gone nearly broke your resolve.

Toph didn't turn around. She didn't offer a snarky comment or a welcome home. She just moved with a deliberate, quiet huff, climbing onto the bed and curling into the covers, with her back to you.

The silence in the room wasn't peaceful, it was filled with the weight of everything she wasn't saying. If you didn't know any better, you would probably think she just looked tired after a long day. But you could see the tension in her shoulders as she stiffly lay there. She looked like she was trying to disappear into the mattress so she wouldn't have to acknowledge the frantic, hopeful rhythm of your heart echoing through the floorboards.

You moved, stripping down to just your under garments, not wanting the outside clothes to touch the clean sheets. As you crawled onto the mattress, the bed groaned under your weight, but Toph remained a statue, her back still turned to you. It was only when you moved to straddle her, settling onto her lap with your thighs on either side of her hips, that you felt the sudden, sharp intake of her breath.

Being this close, you could feel the heat radiating off her skin, but more importantly, you could feel the tension. Toph's hands clenched into fists at her side, she was worrying her lip between her teeth so hard she nearly drew blood.

Over the years you have seen her run into collapsed buildings without blinking, stand toe-to-toe with the most dangerous benders in the world with her jaw set and her stance unbreakable. But here, with you in the quiet of her bedroom, stripped of her uniform and her bravado, she looked dangerously close to shattering.

You don’t think you have ever seen her look this fragile. You lifted your hand, fingers curling around her chin as you gently turned her head, forcing her to face you. Seeing those milky eyes usually so full of fire and defiance beginning to water had your heart breaking into pieces.

“Toph...” You breathed her name, the sound laced with an affection that bordered on reverence as you searched her face. “Tell me what's wrong.”

The sound of your voice, so gentle and familiar, seemed to act as a final blow against a weakening dam. She flinched, her breath hitching in a way that sounded like a sob she was trying to turn into a growl.

“What's wrong?” She repeated, her voice cracking as she finally let out a watery laugh. She tried to pull her chin from your hand, not to get away, but to hide. You didn't let her, you needed her to know she couldn't run from this. “Everything is wrong! The city is too loud, this bed is too big, the apartment is too quiet and the ground... the ground felt like it was shifting under my feet for seven days because you weren't here to keep it still.”

It was probably one of the most romantic things she has ever said to you, but you knew better than to point it out. If you teased her or made it a thing she’d retreat and bury that rare vulnerability under a layer of sarcasm and stubborn denial.

So, you just listened. You let her frustrations bleed out, her words tumbling over each other as she struggled to navigate the storm of feelings she usually kept under lock and key. Toph was a woman of action, of force. But when it came to the messy, quiet complexities of the heart, she often felt like she was punching at shadows.

She was angry, not really at you, but at the power you had over her peace of mind. She hated that she couldn't just be fine on her own anymore. You had infiltrated every layer of her life. You were in the scent of her sheets, the walls of her home, and most inconveniently, the quietest parts of her heart. The truth was, Toph didn't know how to be the iron willed, brooding chief and the woman who wore your shirt to bed when you were gone just to feel close to you.

“I missed you too, you know.” You say softly, interrupting her downward spiral. The pads of your thumbs tracing her jaw. “It was hard being away from you for so long. All I could think about was what you were doing, how your day was, what you were feeling. I was driving myself and Katara insane.”

Toph’s eyes welled up, a single, silent tear finally breaking free and trailing down her cheek. The sight of it was so rare and so heavy with the weight of her loneliness it drew you in instinctively. You leaned forward and kissed it away, your lips lingering against her skin for a moment longer than necessary, just to let her feel the warmth and the promise behind the gesture.

When you pulled away, the space between you felt electric. Toph didn't move, she remained frozen in your hold, her breathing uneven as she processed the tenderness. The frustration that had fueled her all evening seemed to evaporate, replaced by a stunned surrender. She looked smaller in that moment, now that her damp hair was framing a face that had finally run out of ways to hide.

“I mean it, Toph.” You whispered, your voice sounding much louder in the quiet room. “I was a mess. Every time I looked up at the moon, I was just counting the hours until I could get back to you.”

“Good,” Toph finally whispers, though her voice is thick, “You should be miserable. It’s only fair.”

The soft laugh that escapes you vibrates against her skin as the last of the tension finally snaps. You never want to feel that distance again, or that hollow, aching silence that made the world feel like it was titled.

Toph’s arms wind around your waist with a sudden, desperate strength, hauling you flush against her until there’s no air left between you. She buries her face in the crook of your neck, her breath hot against your pulse. You stay rooted in her lap, letting her take what she needs.

Her hands weren't gentle, they moved with an urgency that she's rarely displayed before. They glide across your body, her palms calloused and warm, mapping every inch of your ribs and spine as if she were trying to memorize every curve through her fingertips. It felt less like a caress and more like she's reclaiming her territory, her nails occasionally grazing your skin to ensure that you’re solid, real, and most importantly hers.

“Mine,” Toph mutters against your skin, her voice muffled but fierce. “Don't you dare leave me again. I don't care how many patients need healing, I'm the one who's falling apart when you're gone.”

The room falls into a charged silence as you let her possessive words hang in the air. You don't answer her, you knew when she got like this she needed to feel the declaration of your love against her skin.

So you lean in, capturing her lips in a kiss that was a soft, bruising collision of a week’s worth of unspoken longing. Toph's lips tasted of the kind of relief that only comes with you being home.

As your mouth moves against hers, your hands finally slide beneath the hem of your shirt that she’s wearing. The feel of her warm, toned skin against your palms sends a current directly to your core. You moan into the kiss and toph drinks it in, licking into your mouth and sucking on your tongue like she was starved and you were the only thing that could sate her hunger.

The feel of you pressing her into the mattress as you deepened the kiss had her entire body buzzing with need. Toph’s breath hitches in her throat, her head lolling back in total surrender as your thigh settles firmly between her legs, providing the solid pressure she’s been starving for.

Fresh tears sting Toph's eyes, blurring a world she already cannot see but now feels with so much clarity. She is moving against you with a frantic desperation now, grinding down onto your leg as if she was trying to carve her essence into your bones so you could never forget how it feels to have her against you. Every thrust was a silent scream for the relief her body has been aching for since you've been gone.

“Yes, just like that, baby,” You encourage against her lips, your voice a low, sultry vibration that shatters whatever remains of her restraint.

Toph’s hips stutter and hitch as you flex the muscle in your thigh, increasing the firm, unyielding pressure right where she needed it the most. She chases the sensation with a fevered desperation, her head pressing into the pillow as the pressure building low in her belly began to spread across her entire body.

“Are you going to come on my leg for me, pretty girl?” The question, the possessiveness of it nearly breaks her.

A choked, sobbing moan spills from her lips as her body goes rigid, her fingers clawing into your shoulders.

“Yes!” Her breath comes in sharp, shallow gasps, and she nods frantically, her forehead bumping against yours as you kiss her sloppily. “Fuck, I missed you so much baby you feel so good against me.”

You lift up, breaking the kiss just enough to see the flush spreading across her cheeks. Your hands roam back up her sides, tracing the lean muscle of her ribs before finally molding the soft swell of her breasts. The moment your fingers make contact, Toph arches sharply off the bed, her body a live wire of unspent tension that she knew only you could handle.

She continues to grinds her core against your leg with fevered thrusts, her movements desperate and uncoordinated as she tries to close every inch of space between you. You felt the sting of Toph's fingers as they dug into your arms with a bruising intensity. Toph hitches her hips higher, trying to swallow the solid strength of your thigh.

Your own breathing was ragged as you watched her become consumed by her pleasure, succumbing to the feel of you as she fucked herself against your thigh. You can see how close Toph was to shattering in the way her lips were parted in a silent, breathless plea.

You give her peaked nipple a sharp flick before rolling it between your fingers, applying just enough pressure to draw a sharp cry from her lips. Your own core aches, clenching around nothing as you watch Toph become completely undone right before your eyes.

“Baby-” She was grasping at your shoulders trying to pull you down onto her more so she could feel the full weight of you on top of her. “Please I need to feel you, I need more.”

Your hands were tight around her hips, fingers indenting the creamy skin there. You stilled her movements and Toph whined. Your eyes traveled down between your bodies that were still pressed together. Your entire thigh was coated with her slick, and the sight of it had you groaning deep in your throat.

Fuck, this woman was going to be the death of you.

You allow your fingers to trace a slow, deliberate line down the center of her body, your nails lightly grazing her skin and catching on the hard ridges of her abs. Toph's stomach flexes instinctively under your touch. Her labored breathing following the path of your hand, acting as a physical map of her anticipation.

When you finally reach the soaked lace of her underwear, a deep, guttural moan escapes you. You slide down the length of the bed, settling between her trembling thighs to hover over the damp, ruined silk of her underwear that was a direct testament of just how much she’s been aching for you since you've been gone.

Your nostrils flare as you lean in, the scent of her arousal overwhelming your senses as you press your face against the fabric of her underwear.

You bury your face in her soaked cunt, the bridge of your nose brushes against her clit through the thin fabric. Toph arches her back sharply off the bed, a low, involuntary sound vibrates in her throat because of how sensitive she is. Toph's fingers tangle desperately in your hair, her nails scratching at your scalp to pull you even closer to where she needed you the most.

“Please don't tease me.” She begs hoarsely.

“I won't." You breathed, voice wrecked. "I promise, I won't. Just let me admire you baby, it's been so long.”

You don’t wait another second, your flattened tongue darts out, licking a long stripe across the soaked fabric, right where the heat is most intense. The thin fabric only adds a rough, tantanizing friction that has Toph nearly screaming.

Every time your tongue swirls over her through the material, she jolts, her hips bucking upward in a rabid, clumsy attempt to meet the pressure. Her fingers still cling to your hair, her nails digging into your scalp as she pulled. The combination of the heavy, wet heat of your tongue and the rasp of the fabric was pushing her over the edge far quicker, than you have ever seen her come undone before.

You continued to make out with her pussy, slow at first, before you couldn't take not feeling the warmth of her on your tongue anymore and you just about tore the fabric off of her and discarded it on the floor.

With the last barrier finally discarded, the cool air hit her aching cunt making her shiver despite the heat radiating between you. Toph’s breathing became a series of shallow, broken hitches as she lay exposed, her thighs wrapped around you trembling in need.

You moaned deep in your throat at the sight of her swollen pussy lips that were glistening like jewels with her slick heat. Her clit was erect, the bundle of nerves throbbing and begging for you to wrap your lips around it.

You kissed the inside of her thighs first, nipping and biting the skin there. You were savoring each quiver of her body, each tug in your hair, and desperate demand for you to stop teasing her.

You only give in to her after you are satisfied with the marks you left on her inner thighs. You paused only for a second, hovering just shy of where she needed you the most. You puckered your lips, blowing warm air on her dripping cunt in one last effort to tease her. Toph's toes curl against the matters, her entire body stiffening as she mewled.

“Baby please,” Toph whined, her breath hitching into a near sob as the pressure building inside her core becomes an unbearable ache. “Please, I cant take it-”

You responded by parting her lips with your fingers, licking a stripe up her soaked cunt to silence her cries. Toph’s warm slick coated your tongue and you moan at the taste of her. You pulled away just a fraction, your darkened eyes catching the string of Toph's wetness that dripped from your own tongue.

“God, baby. You're soaked its so fucking sexy.” You moaned, before diving back in with more fever.

Toph arches off the bed up into your mouth, her legs completely falling open as she offers herself to you. Your tongue delves deep into her folds sweeping her cunt as you feel the flutters of her pussy walls as they constrict.

A broken cry is forced from her lungs. Toph's head snaps back against the pillow as her fingers tighten their grip in your hair, pulling you closer with a strength born from her earthbending.

The feel of your warm, wet tongue against her needy cunt has her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Toph begins to move with you, her hips lifting to meet every firm stroke of your tongue. It became a desperate dance, her breath coming in quick gasps as you finally take what’s yours.

Your fingers smooth over her hips before sliding upward, your palms spreading wide over her taut, trembling stomach. You interlock your fingers over her midsection, using the weight and grip of your hands to secure her firmly in place against the mattress as your tongue teased her entrance before slipping inside and curling.

“Yes! Your tongue is so fucking deep, baby.” Toph's entire body was twitching, her breath uneven and sharp, her thighs tightened around your head, as you fucked her deliciously with your tongue.

You used your waterbending to amplify each stroke of your tongue. Playing around with the temperature, cooling the slick just enough for her to thrust into your mouth.

You ate Toph out like she was a deity you were worshiping, with each flick of your tongue serving as a desperate devotion. You were continuing to fluctuate the temperature as you fucked her with a reverence that bordered on something holy. Every deliberate stroke you gave her was a silent prayer her body was openly receiving.

Your own wetness was dripping down your thighs as you watched the woman you love completely give herself to the divine weight of your focus. Her body shuddering as she began to believe in the devotion you’re pouring into her.

The room echoed with the wet sounds of your consumption as your mouth suctioned around her slit to apply more pressure as you ate her out sloppily. Her wetness covered your cheeks and dripped down your chin but you didn't stop, you wanted to be baptized in her essence to the point it became apart of you.

Another melodic sound escapes Toph then. Part sob, part moan as she tries to lift off the bed but your arms are locked around her midsection holding her in place. Toph's hands moved from your hair to press against your cheeks instead, guiding you even deeper into her cunt as you tongue fucked her. Your jaw was starting to ache but you were so drunk on her pussy and the sweet sounds that were coming from her parted lips that if you died in that moment you would die happily where you belonged.

“You fuck me so good baby, you're the best I've ever had ahh..”

Toph's hands release you, tangling in the sheets, and then a pillow, as they desperately search for something to anchor herself to as the world was currently spinning out of her control.

You watched, burying yourself deeper, before licking your back up to her pulsing clit. Your tongue swirls around the hardened bundle, flicking it, as your now chilled lips wrapped around the sensitive nerves, sucking hard. You used your waterbending to make the wetness that pooled in your mouth and coated your tongue vibrate. It was a electric thrum that grew with each pulse of her clit that you could feel with you blood bending.

“Oh my god, baby I-”

The release hits her like a physical shock, starting deep in her core and radiating outward in powerful waves that pulse against your tongue. Toph lifts her hips off the bed, a loud, broken, keening sound tore from her throat that was quickly muffled by the pillow she was biting down onto.

You watch as her hands clench around the fabric with enough force to nearly rip the seams of the pillowcase, her legs shake uncontrollably as her chest heaves with every rapid breath.

You slowed your strokes but didn't stop your ministrations, her slick pooled in your mouth and you moaned, relishing in the taste as you licked the heavy current seeping out of her. The sound of it vibrated against her cunt causing her thighs to clench around your head once again.

Toph’s body continues to shudder in powerful aftershocks well after her release, her muscles still twitching from the phantom vibrations of your tongue. As the tension finally begins to ease, you release your firm hold on her, leaning down to place one last kiss to her center, before trailing your lips along the sensitive skin of both thighs.

You slide back up her shaking body, the heat of your skin the only thing she can really register at the moment. When you finally capture her lips again, the kiss is different, no longer a demand, but a slow sensual joining of lips and tongue.

Toph had met you halfway, a long, content sigh sounding in her throat. Her arms, still weak, find their way around your neck, pulling you down as if she’s trying to merge her very breath with yours in the quiet air of the room.

Toph moaned at the taste of herself on your tongue, her hands gripping your shoulders before sliding down your back and over your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. She was already sliding your ruined panties down your legs, her fingers desperately searching for your slick heat.

Your forehead rests against hers, your breath coming out in hot, harsh breaths as you spoke. “Baby if you keep doing that I won't be able to stop and I know you need rest.”

“You need to come.” Toph breathed against your lips. Already pulling you down so your thighs could slip between hers, aligning your slit against hers. “I want you to come with me this time please?”

Hearing her beg, something she rarely does, breaks something deep inside you. Toph wasn't just asking, you knew what she really craved was the intimacy of it, feeling you close as you come together. You felt the heat of the night bleed away until all that was left was the lingering arousal and the profound love you both have for eachother. You could never deny this woman. As long as she was yours she would have everything she desires.

You press a gentle kiss to her temple, feeling the dampness off her skin that was your own doing. “Okay baby.”

You shifted, slipping a pillow under her hips to elevate them. You then hooked one of her thighs over your hip, aligning yourself until your sopping cunt was flush against hers.

“Fuck” Your chorused whimpers echoed in the room as you slid your wet center against her, rolling your hips before grinding down in quick burst.

Toph's fingers dug into your wrist as you pressed down into her, her leg hooked over your shoulder as you smeared your wetness all over her cunt.

“Spirits, you're so wet for me baby you're going to make me come again.” Toph says, her head was strewn back againt the pillows, her hair spawled across the sheets as the heat between you became smoldering.

You could feel her all over, the way her clit delved between your folds. The sounds of your combined wetness filled the room mingled with your ragged breaths. The intensity of it was enough to have your own thighs stuttering. Each drag of your clit against hers sent waves of pleasure that erupted throughout your entire body.

“You feel so good, baby. Fuck, you’re so wet and perfect against me,” You growl, the words thick with a hunger you can no longer contain.

Your hands tighten around her thigh, your fingers digging into the flesh there hard enough to bruise as your pace quickens to match her as she grinds up into you. You kiss her ankle, dragging your tongue along her calve as Toph's thighs started to shake, her breath catching as the press of your warm pussy against hers has her nearly vibrating off the bed.

She clings to you, her fingers curling into your shoulders as you rut against her. The air in the room was now filled with the desperate sounds of the both of you breaking.

“I love you-” Toph's voice breaks, the words dying in her throat as you grind against her with a raw, relentless pressure. “I love you so much fuck!”

Your hips buck, your pace quickening as you reach your own breaking point. “I love you too. Now come for me baby, I want your pretty pussy to come all over me.”

Toph shatters at the sound of the command with a sharp, piercing cry that is instantly swallowed by the force of your lips crashing against hers. The sound vibrates between you, raw and unbridled, as you roll your hips in a way that draws out every last wave of her orgasm.

You collapse forward, completely on top of her now as you rut into her with quick, powerful thrusts, every muscle in your body coiling until the tension snaps and your orgasm slams into you with a force that makes your entire body shake. A deep, guttural sound is torn from your throat, muffled by the heat of the kiss, as you press yourself firmly against her.

For several long, breathless seconds, the world ceases to exist, there is only the pulse of your shared release and the crushing weight of your bodies merging into one.

You bury your face in the crook of Toph’s neck, both of your bodies slick with sweat and the lingering heat of your shared intensity. You’re panting, the air in the room was still thick and heavy from your release.

Toph’s hands move lazily up your spine, her fingers tracing soothing patterns that ground you both as a peacefulness settles in the room. She lets out a small, characteristic snort after a moment. Her voice was still breathy and rough from exertion as she spoke.

“Well,” Toph teased, you could feel the smirk playing on her lips, “That’s one way to make it up to me.”

You hum tiredly, the lazy patterns she’s tracing on your spine acting as a sedative. Between the grueling travel and the intensity of the night, exhaustion was finally pulling at you.

“Anything for my baby,” You mumble sleepily, your voice muffled against her skin as your eyes drift shut. “I hope you’re comfortable, because I’m not moving.”

When she spoke next, her voice was a rare, soft hum, a sound Toph reserves only for the quietest hours of the night, exclusively for you.

“It’s okay, my love,” Toph reassures, her words a warm breath against your temple. Her arms tighten around you, pulling you into the solid safety of her embrace as if she’s shielding you from the rest of the world.

“Go to sleep,” Toph whispers, her fingers continuing their slow patterns against your back. “I’ll be right here holding you when you wake.”

Now secure in her hold and her promise settling in the air around you, the last of your exhaustion finally takes over. As you drift off to sleep the room fades into a peaceful silence, leaving only the synchronized beat of your two hearts.

AN/ the summary is ass, i gave up on it tbh. Trust that the story is way better. If i forgot any tags just tell me. I know tumblr runs a strict program when it comes to tagging fics and i do not want any smoke. This might be the flithiest smut ive written. Depending on how well it does, I might make a part two. This is my first fic for this fandom. I hope I do toph justice.

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The medical clinic smelled like a combination of disinfectant, lavender and sea water. You were currently in the intake wing of the building, pen and paper in your hand, as you assessed the child patient that was brought in by their parents moments ago.

He couldn't be more than seven years old, slumped over his mother's shoulder, pale and lethargic. You quickly wrote down everything his mother was telling you, nodding along as she shared her concerns about his eating habits.

This was a normal day in the hospital, assessing patients for intake and healing as much as you can in hopes of relieving some of their discomfort. If their condition was more severe, it was protocol to send them back to see Katara. Who was currently knee deep in the healing pool with three critical patients.

Once you had gotten all the information you could get without scanning him, you tucked the paper in your pocket and held out your hands so the mother could place the boy in your arms. He was underweight, too light for his age and you worried this could be more than a simple cold.

Once in the back you laid him down on the matt. You bended the water from the basin by the bed and started scanning his body for abnormalities. You found the cause of his ailment within minutes, the fluid in his chest was thick from the infection. You were careful, hands moving in practiced motion, stance grounded, controlled.

Slowly, bit by bit you pulled it out of him through his mouth. He coughed, and cried, while your assistant rubbed his back and promised him it would all be over soon. It took a little over two hours to get it all done. And by then, your shift was coming to a close and you were able to happily send him off as your last patient with a clean bill of health.

You found katara where you left her that same morning, sitting at the edge of the pool, shoulders pulled together, eyes determined.

She didn't even turn when the door of the intensive care unit opened, or flinch when your hand rested on her shoulder.

"Hey," you greeted softly, bending down so you were eye level. "You've done all you can do today. They've got it from here."

Katara finally looked up at you, and the toll this was taking on her was visible. The exhaustion in her features was undeniable. Her eyes were bloodshot, her movements slower, less coordinated. You knew if you didn't get her home soon she would spend another sleepless night here.

"Come on let me get you out of here."

Katara parted her lips like she was about to protest. You held up your hand, giving her a stern look. "Dont make me call Aang."

That seemed to get her attention, her face flushed and she shook her head allowing you to help her up finally.

"You can't call him," She says, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. "you know they are on a mission right now."

She was right, you knew Aang, Sokka, and Toph had left a week ago to visit the earth kingdom.

There had been rumors about some uprising brewing within the lower rings. Toph had complained to you the night before while you packed her things.

Aang wanted Toph with him as a representative. The Beifong name still carried a lot of weight in the earth kingdom, even if Toph refused to acknowledge her family.

Speaking of which, you felt that familiar ache in your chest in her absence. You've been dating for over a year. Katara was the one that introduced you after becoming fed up with hearing about all your one night stands and failed relationships.

When you first met, Toph was gaurded, and extremely cautious when it came to allowing people into her heart. It took some time, alot of patience and a few talks with your therapist to keep you from spiraling about all the mixed signals she was sending you. Now you could confidently say you were both on the same page, or atleast you hoped you were.

There was always that one intrusive thought that crept into your mind when the world around you grew quiet. Reminding you that when you told her you loved her, she hadnt said it back.

In your defense, You hadn't meant to blurt it out while she was fucking you into the bedpost. It just happened and now you couldn't help but notice how the dynamic of your relationship has shifted since then. She's been pulling away. Traveling more, spending her days and nights at the metal bending school.

You get it, she's Toph Beifong, the greatest Earth bender in the world, an esteemed member of Team Avatar and a Public Figure.

Sometimes though, you just wanted your girlfriend Toph. Who kissed you silly when you started to ramble about the smallest of things. Who plays in your hair whenever you have it down because she loves how long it is. Who despite her muscular build, holds you like you're something precious.

Katara leaned into you while you walked her back to her place. You held a light conversation, talking and laughing about some old stories of sokka. When you reached the temple, You immediately noticed the sky bison out front.

You smirked, bumping her shoulder. "Looks like hubby is waiting for you."

Katara brightened, her face flushing. "They must've gotten back early!"

"Go." You pushed her forward, a knowing look in your eye. "don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"Hush!" She shouted over her shoulder before darting into the house.

You picked up your pace as you walked, if aang was back that meant toph was too. You broke out into a sprint, not caring about the strange looks you were getting. You apologized to the people you bumped into on the crowded sidewalks.

By the time you made it to your little apartment, you were burning with excitement and anticipation. The keys jiggled in your shaking hands as you tried to get them into the door. The key ring slipped between your sweaty palms, Once, twice. On the third attempt, the door flew open on its own, and toph stood there, hair down, biceps flexing, straining against her T-shirt as she crossed her arms over her chest.

You sucked in a breath at the sight of her. All of the worry, tension, from your last encounter bleeding away. You missed her so much.

Toph's lips pursed, she gave you an unimpressed look from the doorway. "I've been gone for a week and now suddenly you can't remember how to open doors on your own."

The laughter that bubbles in your throat was loud, warm. You dropped your bag somewhere on the floor and closed the remaining distance between the two of you. Your arms locked around her neck and you wasted no time kissing her.

The door clicked shut somewhere behind you, locking itself.

Toph kissed with the same passion she put into her bending, like she wanted to carve her name into your bones so you never forget that she is the only one that has ever made you feel like this. The arms around you grew tighter as you deepened the kiss, sucking on her tongue, her hands that were once on your waist were now lower, gripping your ass, before giving it a firm slap.

You were the first to pull away, grabbing her by the hand and leading her to the couch. Once she was seated you straddled her lap, cupping her face in your hands to really get a good look at her. You were admiring her beauty while also checking for injuries.

Physically she appeared unscathed, besides a small scratch on her cheek that was already starting to heal.

"I know what you're doing." She rasps, voice thick in a way that made heat pool between your thighs.

"Yeah," you husked, looking down at her through your lashes. You leaned forward, lips brushing her ear. "And what exactly am I doing baby?"

"You're trying to distract me." Toph replied, fingers flexing around your waist, her grip firm, possessive. "While you analyze me like I'm one of your patients. I may not be able to see you but I can feel everything. You're very predictable and easy to read."

You feigned shock, "That is simply not true, if anything I would call it..." you tapped your chin, deep in thought. "I would call it being deeply in love with my girlfriend and wanting to make sure she's okay."

The word slipped naturally, in the heat of the moment as you felt so drunk on your love for her. You're not sure what you expected her reaction to be when every time you have said it in the past, she hasn't responded the way you hoped. What you weren't expecting though, was for Toph's entire body to go rigid like she was becoming visibly uncomfortable at the mere thought of you loving her.

You couldn't ignore the hurt of her actions anymore. Or the coy-elephant in the room that only seemed to grow bigger the longer you ignored it. You slid off her lap, and stood, walking to the other side of the room and into the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine to hopefully make you forget how humiliated you felt.

She followed after you, just as you expected her too. You were angry and hurt and confused. Had you imagined this last year? Was she unhappy? Was there another woman? The last one made you physically recoil, just the thought of someone else touching toph, loving her, making her laugh, giving her what you couldn't made everything in you burn.

You grabbed the largest wine glass you had, it clanked against the counter, the liquid sloshing in the glass as you poured a healthy amount. You took a long sip, the cool, semi sweet liquid providing a welcomed warmth to quell the ache of your broken heart.

This particular wine you had opened was from the earth kingdom. Toph had taken it from the Earth king's palace the last time her and aang were there for peace talks, claiming he wouldn't notice it was gone. It was such a thoughtful gift at the time. Toph knew how much you loved your wine and counted on it after a long day. So she made sure you never ran out, even though she personally preferred stronger drinks.

The earth benders nose wrinkled at the smell of it, she lifted her chin, voice light. "You shouldn't drink that so fast, wine is meant to be sipped."

It was less of a jab and more of her trying to break the iciness between you with a joke. It didn't land, not the way she meant it too. To make matters worse, you felt that she wasn't even taking you seriously when you were moments away from falling apart.

Your throat burned, and before you knew it the words spilled out of you. "Do you even want to be in a relationship with me or is everything just a joke to you now?"

"What?" Toph's eyes widened in surprise, like she was genuinely shocked you would ask her something like that.

"I said." The words came out slow, as you enunciated each one. "Do you want to be in a relationship with me? It's a yes or no question."

"Can we not do this right now?" Toph carded her fingers through her hair, her voice taut with tightly coiled frustration. "How could you even ask me something like that? You know I'm crazy about you."

Her words did nothing to settle the storm raging inside of you, if anything it added fuel to flames. Of course she would say that. This was probably her thinking you're overreacting and reading too much into things. Which could be partially true. It didn't take away from how heartbroken you were that even after a year she still refused to move an inch when it came to opening up.

You couldn't look at her anymore, you glared at the remnants of wine in the glass you were drinking, watching it freeze as your anger builds up to something molten.

"It's never the right time for you, and frankly, I don't give a crap if you don't want to discuss this now. " you tell her, voice hardening. "If you have any ounce of lov- respect, for me at all you will hear what I have to say."

Toph was breathing heavier now, her composure cracking around the edges. "Baby...."

"Don't baby me." You said, voice tight. "You don't get to call me that after what you did and continue to do."

Toph shifted slightly, her expression unreadable, "What is it that you think I did?"

You swallowed, forcing out a breath, that was a mix between a scoff and a wry, broken laugh. "So you want to further humiliate me by making me say it."

Toph stepped forward, slowly, like she were afraid you might flee. "No, I want you to tell me what you think you saw me do."

You looked away, pulling your lip between your teeth, your stomach twisted. "You flinched when I said it, and somehow seeing it is worse than knowing you will never say it back."

"Is that what you think?" her voice was sharper now, frustration cutting through the careful control she always tried to maintain. "T-That I don't love you? Baby, I am like this because im in love with you and it terrifies me."

It was the first time you have ever heard her utter those words. You felt the weight of them settling in the air, the heaviness, the grief. You had to step outside of yourself for a second, to truly see how wrecked she looked. Toph was shaking, visibly, her jaw was clenched so hard it looked almost painful. There were tears brimming in her eyes that she still refused to let fall. As if by keeping them in their cage she was protecting herself from relinquishing the careful control she could already feel slipping now that it was out there.

This was the reoccuring problem wasn't it? Toph was always in control, always strong, never allowing herself to sit in it, to actually feel. Whenever things got too real she would quickly check herself. Retreating back into her charming, nonchalant self.

Toph never had to share much of herself with another person. Never cared to be anything more than what the surface world saw her as. Until you came into her life after a horrible breakup. And then suddenly, after eight years of isolating herself and sabatoging anyone her friends tried to set her up with, Toph started to slowly come out of her cave. She would ask Katara about you, never directly, just easing it into a causal conversation discreetly.

Toph even went as far as asking sokka and aang for dating advice. Katara had read one too many of those cheesy romance novels to her and toph was skeptical if those techniques would work with you. So she went to the only man in her life that has had more relationships than she can count, sokka. Who surprisingly gave decent advice and helped toph set up a date.

Compartmentalizing was always something she was great at. Toph was used to bottling everything up. Whenever she felt overwhelmed or angry she would go to her metal bending academy, lock herself away in her office and put everything into careful little boxes. When that didn't work for her she'd knock a few boulders over or terrorize her students. It was the only way she knew how to deal with anything.

Your heart was thundering in your chest, and you moved before you lost your nerve. You closed the remaining distance, both hands cupping her face, the pad of your thumbs brushing her cheeks.

"No, baby. I don't know what I thought. Its just, you always flinch whenever I say it and you've been distant lately and-" you knew you were rambling but you couldn't stop now, not when everything is already out in the open. "I thought maybe I did something wrong or you found someone else and didn't want to be with me anymore."

Toph gripped the counter so hard, the stone began to crack. But the words were already out there and you couldn't take them back.

"I told you when we first started dating that this," she made hand gestures to explain what she couldn't put into words. "doesn't come easy for someone like me. If its becoming too much, if im too much just be honest with me and i-" her voice wavered, eyes blurring with tears. Toph's throat had thickened to the point that it became harder to speak. "I'll leave you alone. My past-- the woman before you really messed me up and something broke in me, that I havent been able to get it back, even after all these years. I'm not sure if I can ever be what you want- what you need."

Her words had shattered something in you, guilt crept up your spine. You had done this, pushed and pulled, forced her to make a confession she wasn't ready to give. Now everything was out in the open and it didn't make you feel any better. Because the woman you loved was hurting so deeply from a trauma that was etched into the fabric of her being and you were now realizing that it was too deep for you to reach on your own. The years of solitude had done nothing but hardened her.

"Whenever someone has said it to me in the past, family, partners, it never meant what I thought it did. They never saw me for anything outside of my disability. I was never someone to be desired or wanted. I was a burden, something fragile." she continued on to say. "And, you know how my ex was, what she did, how it made me feel. So now whenever I hear it, I just get into my head."

"Toph..." your voice cracked under the pressure.

She was right, you heard whispers about the ex that used her to get closer to the avatar because she stupidly thought by dating toph and infiltrating their team she would have a chance with him. At the time, toph had believed that woman loved her. How could she not? they were together for two years before she made her move on aang.

At first Toph accused her friends of lying. She refused to believe Ingrid would go through such lengths to get to aang. And when she confronted her about it? The woman still lied, got on her knees, convinced toph they were lying and she only loved her. But it was all a show, toph later found out, when the same woman that begged her for another chance and almost ruined her friendship with her best friends cheated.

It was Katara that told her, her and sokka had done some digging, asked around Republic city to get some information on the woman that had their best friend's heart. Once they gathered physical evidence they followed her, having to see it for themselves. Low and behold this woman had an entire life, a family, that toph didn't know about. It was one of the darkest moments of her life. And so now anytime a partner said they loved her, that familiar skepticism of their intentions arises.

"I'm sorry, " you felt awful, she clearly wasnt ready to speak about any of this. "I shouldn't have pushed. I was hurt and confused and I know you're trying baby I really do."

Toph was still visibly tense, but her fingers slackened against the counter and returned to their rightful place on either side of your waist. Her grip was firm, fingers indenting the skin there like she was afraid you were going to disappear on her.

"I love you, I do and I hate that you ever doubted it." Toph says, her voice thick. "You're not her and I know that, I swear I do. I am so sorry sweetheart, I never intended to hurt you."

Your breath stutters, warmth blooming in your chest. "Say it again."

Toph playfully rolled her eyes. "I love you."

You closed the space and kissed her. It was slow and full and aching. You kissed her deep, needing her to feel it in the parts of her that were already starting to doubt what you had. Toph backed you up into the counter, you smiled into the kiss.

"Say it again." You whispered against her lips.

Another kiss.

"I love you."

Followed by another kiss this time, slower. Toph lingers at the corner of your mouth, her lips brushing the soft curve of your cheek. "I am so in love with you baby."

"Take me to bed." you whimper into her ear, "please baby i want to feel all of you."

She bends down and effortlessly picks you up bridal style and carries you towards the bedroom like you weigh nothing. You pepper kisses all along her jawline, licking a stripe up her neck, tasting her skin and committing it to memory. Her fingers tighten around you, her breath hitches, and you smirk against her skin.

"Having trouble concentrating?" You teased, finding that spot just behind her ear and swirling your tongue in a tantalizing, slow, stroke. Toph's grip falters, her cheeks flushing. "You better not drop me."

"I should, just to test a theory." She says, voice smug.

You tilt your head curiously. "And what exactly is this theory you have?"

"That even if I drop you..." she trails off, pausing for dramatic effect, "you will still open your pretty little legs for me and let me fuck you so hard you wont be able to walk tomorrow without thinking about me."

Your breath hitches in your throat, you squirmed in her arms, already soaked through your underwear. "You sound very confident in your abilities."

"And for some odd reason you love playing dangerous games you know you arent going to win." She pointed out.

You kissed the corner of her mouth. "Is that so? And what exactly are you going to do about it?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

Once in the comfort of your shared bedroom she places you in the middle of the bed and you kneel, unwrapping your own dressing and tossing your clothes to the floor. You helped her with her own clothing, undoing the button of her pants. Her shirt was off, chest bare, and you took a moment to appreciate her beautifully sculpted body.

You started at her pulse point, trailing a finger over each breast followed by a kiss. You took your time, Your lips mapped the skin under her breast and over her heart that you could hear beating rapidly in her chest.

You paid special attention to her abs. Toph responded to your touch, jerking forward the moment your tongue traced each line. The feel of your mouth against her enticed a groan from deep within her throat. You placed an open mouth kiss just below her navel, before licking and sucking each one of her abs.

"I love everything about you, this is just a plus." You whispered against her skin. "You're the sexiest woman I have ever had the pleasure to lay my eyes on Toph Beifong."

You hear her inhale sharply, like the feel of your touch, your lips, the declaration of your love cracked her open. Toph's hand carded through your hair, sweeping it behind you and holding it in place as you worshiped her body.

After painting her abs with your marks. Toph pulled at your hair, tilting your head to expose the base of your neck. Her other hand cradled your cheek, the pad of her thumb tracing over your lips. You gasped at the contact, instinctively parting them for her.

Toph, with careful precision, entered your mouth, her fingers were thick, and had a certain girth to them from all the years of extensive earth bending.

Your moan was muffled as she began to fuck your mouth with her fingers, while holding your head back, controlling each movement as your cheeks hollowed out and your tongue swirled around them.

"You're taking me so well." Toph breathed, voice encouraging, "such a good girl."

She bottomed out to the knuckle then, you gagged, before she slipped her fingers out and with it a long stripe of your saliva dripped down your glistening lips. The look in her eyes was something primal.

You crawled up the bed and laid back, pulling her down on top of you. Toph molded your body's together, the weight of her, the firmness of her build combined with the softness of her skin made more heat pool between your thighs. She was everywhere, and somehow you wanted her closer.

Your hands dragged down the expanse of her back, tracing her spine, grabbing at every inch of her because somehow you still felt there were parts of her that needed to feel how much you wanted her. You raised your head, your lips taking hold of Tophs, your tongue lining her lower lip, begging for entry.

Toph allowed you passage and your tongue claimed control in her mouth, commanding and pleading in equal parts. It was addictive, the wet feel of your tongues together, the sloppiness of the kiss, the softness of her lips, how your bodies molded together. How if it were possible you would want to melt under toph and never return to a solid form.

Toph moaned hoarse and deep in her throat as she shifted slightly, her hand delved between the two of you while you kissed and found your soaking heat. You were drenched, aching for her, tophs fingers slid through your warm folds, her fingertips coated in your slick, feeling the contractions around the nothingness of your cunt, as you arched into her, your erect clit throbbing against her hand.

"This all for me?"

"Yes," you whimpered, your hips bucking into her, her solid hand on your thigh keeping you in place. "its all for you daddy."

"You had so much to say earlier," she smiled, voice a low, purr. "Tell me why I should let you have this."

Your mind blanked, as a single digit trailed a long stripe up your core, stopping just below your clit.

"Baby, please-" your eyes burned with tears just from the pure need.

"Thats not an answer." She tsked, removing her fingers completely.

"You should let me come because I need you." You gasped, thighs pressing together as you tried to chase any friction you could find. "Because I ache for you, because you're the only one that can make me feel this good, the only person my body craves."

Toph shuddered on top of you, "Okay sweet girl, im going to treat you so good, make love to you."

Your broken moan joined toph's guttural one as she without any kind of teasing or hesitation, enters you with her fingers and began to move.

Toph could feel every rough fold of your insides tightening around her, your hot slick already pooling in her hand and dripping down her wrist. The sound of sloshing mingled with your forced gasps.

"Goddess." Your head fell back, she was filling you up, you felt so full of her. "Fuck-Toph!"

Your head was spinning, as pleasure burned from deep within your core with every movement of those thick fingers inside you. Toph pressed the base of her hand against your clit, making slow circular motions that allowed her to increase the pace of her onslaught.

You whimpered, trying to pull her closer, you were already so close. Toph's body pressed against yours, her mouth at your collarbone, her thighs firmly keeping your legs open for her as they began to shake.

"Don't stop," you begged, your head tipping back with a broken gasp. "please baby don't fucking stop."

"I've got you." Toph promised, voice wrecked, her fingers curling inside you, hitting that spot that made your toes curl and your breath come out in short exhales. "I couldn't stop even if I wanted to pretty girl."

It was becoming increasingly hard to even think, speak, when she was so deep inside of you. Making love to you just as she promised she would.

"I love you." Toph husked, breath hot against your cheek. Continuing to fuck you senseless. "I'm in love with you, and I'm never letting you go. You're mine to hold, mine to love, mine to fuck when I want to."

Her tongue was hot and wet, as it mapped your skin. Dragging slowly up the side of your throat, from the hollow where your pulse fluttered to the delicate skin just beneath your ear. Her hips began to move, thrusting forward, meeting the back of her hand, bringing her fingers deeper, harder.

"Say it," Toph growled, breathless, feral. Lost to her pleasure. "say you'll always be mine."

"I'm all yours." You cried out, nodding frantically, your nails biting into her biceps. "This pussy is all yours baby, only you can have me like this."

She hummed, satisfied with your answer. Without warning, her pace quickened. She slipped in another finger easily, the stretch was welcomed, encouraged, as your hips lifted and met hers with a determination that sent your whimpers into broken moans.

"You going to come for me?" She asked, lips on your neck. "You want to make daddy proud?"

"Yes" your voice raised in pitch, as the pressure grew nearly painful. "Yes, I want to make you so proud-- fuck baby im about to come--"

Her fingers curled once again, finding the spot that sent you over the edge every time. Your body locked around her, back arched off the bed, your vision blurred as she continued to fuck you through it. Wave after wave of your powerful orgasm squirted out of you, painting her stomach and thighs, leaking onto the bed sheet underneath. She waited for the last tremors of your orgasm before she gently pulled out.

Toph hovered over you and placed a slow, deep kiss to your lips before getting up and walking towards the bathroom where she knew clean towels were stored. Your arm covered your eyes. You were panting, still shaking from the intensity of it. You could still feel her fingers in you, it was a welcomed ache that made you smile.

Toph returned after a moment with a fresh towel, and a bottle of water she went to grab from the kitchen. She climbed back onto the bed and gently pulled your legs apart as she wiped between your tighs with attentive care. Afterwards she handed you the water bottle to drink.

You took a few sips, ready to return the favor. When her ear twitched, she listened carefully to your movements and counted how many sips you took. her voice was firm, demanding when it filled the room.

"Drink more, you'll need the energy."

You uncapped the bottle and sipped until you knew she would be satisfied. Her hand rested on your thigh the entire time, rubbing absent circles. You offered what was left in the bottle to her, holding it up to her lips as she sipped.

"You did so well for me sweetheart." She said, her voice thick with want. "But I'm not done with you yet."

Toph crawled up your body, kissing your breast, kneading the flesh there before rolling her tongue around your nipple. You hummed, back arching, offering yourself to her.

"I love the way your body responds to me." She purrs, taking your other breast into her mouth and giving it the same attentive care. "So needy."

"Come here." You grasped at her shoulders, pulling her up, desperate to feel her lips on yours again.

You would never tire of kissing her.

Toph's mouth crashed against yours, her hands gripping your jaw, tilting your head back as she kissed deep, and slow, her tongue pressing past your lips.

You could feel the pressure building as your arousal became a persistent hum again. Toph might not be able to physically see how much you needed her, but you made sure she could feel it, and hear it in the way you moaned into her ear.

With one last kiss she pulled away, lifting your leg, shifting her position so she was straddling it. She bent it towards your chest, your years of waterbender training had its perks, your flexibility always shined in moments like this.

Toph grabbed one of the pillows by the head of the bed and tapped your legs so you could lift. You helped her position the pillow right under you to elevate your hips. She then reclaimed her rightful place between your legs, and lowered herself down. Your wet dripping centers meeting in the middle.

Toph held you firmly in place as she rocked against you. Sliding her wet heat against your swollen center as you whimpered underneath her.

"That's it baby." you murmured, looking up at her. Watching every micro expression as she sought out her own pleasure. "just like that."

Toph let out a soft, broken moan, this time with more purpose. She gripped your thigh, using it for leverage as she moved against you, smearing her own wetness all over your soaking cunt in circular motions.

"Use me." You whispered, voice fraying at the edges. "take what you need."

Her hips stuttered as you talked her through it.

"You look so beautiful baby, letting yourself go like this."

That did something to her, you felt it in the way she gasped, in the sudden urgency of her movements, her rhythm changed, she was grinding harder now, faster.

Toph hooked your leg over her shoulder, hands on either side of you, the angle changed as she lifted, and suddenly you could feel all of her.

"Ohhh," you moaned, gripping the sheets. "That's..."

The sounds that were coming from her were harsher now, her breathing quick as she leaned down; connecting your lips. It wasn't a kiss, there wasnt any pressure to it. Just your tongues swiping at each other, the feel of her slipping into your mouth, claiming you in every way as she fastly approached her release.

"You feel so good baby, so wet, your body was made for this, made for me." You gasped.

Toph's hair fell as a curtain around you, her hips continuing their onslaught, making you a blabbering mess. You were approaching your second orgasm of the night fast.

"You're the only one that has ever made me feel like this. " Toph choked, eyes burning. "Fuck, you feel so perfect against me, let me hear how good im making you feel baby."

You whimpered at the praise, hands grasping at her shoulders As Toph's hips stuttered, Picking up their pace. Tophs thrust became feverish as her orgasm came barreling towards her. You were moaning loudly in her ear now, not caring about the volume or the neighbors as the head board slammed into the wall.

"Im about to come." Toph announced hoarsely, nearly breaking apart already. She pressed her forehead against yours. You met her thrust clumsily. "Yes right there- please, baby, come with me!!"

You held her tightly, fingers digging into her shoulders and down her muscular arms hard enough to leave visible marks. A sharp broken cry escaped Toph's lips, her entire body clenched- hips jerking, once, twice, as her powerful orgasm overtook her.

Just the sight of it alone, was enough to have you crying out, as you followed shortly after her, lifting your hips to grind up into her until she fell forward, her arms giving way.

Both of your breathing was labored as toph settled on top of you, body slick with sweat and thighs painted with both of your slick. Her face was buried in your neck. Her eyelids fluttering shut as she kissed the skin there.

You held on to her, your arms wrapping around her possessively, never wanting the intimacy of being held after the way you just made love to each other to end.

Toph was quiet, relaxed in a way she hasn't been in weeks. Your fingers trailed up and down her spine. Causing her skin to erupt in goosebumps.

"Baby." You whispered after a few mintues. Gently shaking her, she was fully on top of you and you knew if it were up to her she'd fall asleep right here. You couldn't, you needed a shower and a fresh change of sheets. "Are you falling asleep on me?"

"Comfy." she mumbled against your skin with no intention of moving anytime soon. "Stay."

You immediately shifted. Her body was heavy, and her arms were still tight around you, but she allowed you some wiggle room to move. And you took the opportunity to sit up fully in bed, your back rested against the headboard. Somehow she still found a way to hold onto you in the process, her large arm draped across your naked lap.

And thats when you saw it, the red angry marks from your nails that were blooming on her skin in patterns. Your cheeks flushed at the sight of them. You would definitely have to heal that before she left out for work in the morning.

Your stomach growling interrupted the peaceful bliss you were in. You hadn't eaten since the early hours of the morning before your shift, most takeout spots were closed this time of night. There was a takeout spot that served a variety of food from each nation a couple blocks away. It was a longer walk for this time of the night but worth it. From what you remember they served the best beef stew. Your stomach rumbled again at the mere thought of it.

You looked over at toph, who was nearly asleep beside you, you reached over, fingers tangling in her thick locks of hair as you tucked a strand behind her ear so you could see her face clearly.

"I'm starving," you say, lifting her arm off of you so you can slip out of the bed and shower. "I'm going to shower and then pick up some food from the shop down the street, do you want anything?"

The moment she couldn't feel your warmth anymore, Toph's eyes fluttered open. She groaned at the slickness between her thighs and sat up, stretching.

"What's the place called again?" Toph asked, trying to recall what she ordered last time but drawing a blank.

"Narlook's eatery, they have that steamed fish you like, with the yellow rice." You shouted from the bathroom, stepping into the water as the steam curled around you.

You were halfway through your shower when toph emerged in the doorway of the bathroom, lilyweed she had just rolled and lit on the stove between her fingers, she lifted it to her lips, inhaling, holding it for a moment, before it came out through her nose. She was still naked, all muscle and defined curves. She looked incredible, and it was becoming increasingly hard not to pick up where you left off and say screw dinner.

Toph smirked from where she stood, she noticed the subtle change in your heart beat, the arousal that clung to you earlier returning. You knew she could feel the heat of your gaze, and honestly you didn't care. You shut the shower off, stepped out, wrapping the towel that was resting on the faucet around you.

Toph strided in, all bravado, she was happy, relaxed. She handed you the lilyweed and you gladly accepted. You leaned against the sink as toph adjusted the water temp to her liking and got in.

The only area you and toph werent compatible in is the shower. You liked your shower water scorching hot, she preferred it several degrees cooler. It was one of the many reasons you never took showers together. It almost always ended in the both of you fighting over the temperature.

"I never got to ask you how your trip was." You said after a long moment, a puff of smoke curling in the air. "Were you able to get the information you needed?"

"Some of it." she answered vaguely, her voice tight. "Is this really what you want to talk about after I give you mind blowing sex? My work?"

"Fine." You conceded, tone playful. "Only because you did so well opening up tonight."

You didn't even have to turn around to see her roll her eyes because you knew she had done it. You laughed, shaking your head as you left the bathroom and got to work cleaning up the mess you made in the bed.

aang’s eyes would widen the moment he feels you pressing the palm of your hands against his chest-

heart beating erratically when he catches sight of your seductive smile before suddenly being pushed onto the bed. he lands on his back with an audible grunt, in a bit of a daze when he finally registers the sensation of your weight on top of his body.

the avatar swallows thickly, looking up at you with a half-lidded gaze as he sees the way you stretch over his powerful body, unable to stop the way his eyes inevitably trail down to your barely clothed form as your smile then turns saccharine-

its innocent gesture hiding your true intentions when you slowly lift up the cloth of your nightgown before tossing it aside, revealing your bare form to him. aang’s eyes suddenly darken considerably, losing its once stormy grey tone as you were met with a pure onyx gaze. licking at your lips, you allow the evidence of your arousal to drip down on him before slowly settling down on his steadily growing erection.

you both toss your heads back at the sudden sensation of your slickness massaging the underside of aang’s manhood, allowing to you feel every pulsating inch of him as you chased your high. moans of your name echo throughout your chambers as you plant the palm of your hands against his chest, your eyes clenched shut as you focused solely on chasing your high.

the hedonistic sensation of aang’s velvet hardness against your slick heat was enough to make you cry out to him. the mushroom tip of his cock kept catching on to your swollen clit, making the thread that was felt deep within your abdomen threatening to snap at any second now-

and when aang suddenly flips you over, pressing you back down against the damp sheets before swiftly entering you-

you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head, your cunt already fluttering around the airbender’s thick cock as you came around him just seconds later. the pleasure was so intense-

so all consuming that you couldn’t stop the tears from flowing out of your eyes. keeping himself deeply connected to you, aang begins moving against you, telling you whispered praises that leaves your toes curling as you spread your legs even wider for him.

katara was always so achingly beautiful in your eyes, and tonight was no different.

she appeared more sheepish now, unable to meet your gaze even as you began kissing down the side of her smooth neck.

i’ve never done this before… especially with another woman…

you simply giggled at her quiet confession, whispering reassurances in her ear about how you would take care of her and worship her like the goddess she was.

with soft touches, you slowly peel back the layers of her clothes, not stopping until she was bare for you. feeling your heart beating within the confines of your throat, you slowly made your descent toward her form-

lips already latched on to the side of her neck as you began pressing heated kisses down her skin. you bask in her soft mewls of your name, allowing her sweet voice to send pinpricks of heat down your spine as you felt the familiar ache between your legs.

soon enough, your kisses down her body were filled with desperation, with your teeth gently biting down and marking her beautiful skin. your own clothes now began to feel like a barrier as you quickly shed them off before spreading your legs wide open.

framing at your beloved waterbender’s face, you carefully settle your aching flower over hers, feeling the evidence of her sweet arousal mixing with yours as you began moving your hips against hers. her sweet gasps instantly turn into moans of your name-

and you watch with a quiet reverence how her breasts seem to bounce in tune with your movements, making you even more addicted to her beauty as you continue your ministrations on her form-

never wishing for this night of worship to end.

sokka had a cocky grin on his face when you told him how you wanted to take charge tonight.

but of course. what kind of man would i be if i denied my woman of her needs?

he lays back against the bed without putting up a fight, the cocky grin still on his face as he rests his head on top of an arm. his eyes seemed to glitter with mischief, as if silently telling you give me your best shot.

you bite down on your bottom lip before focusing on the fabric of his pants. remaining on top of him, you quickly pulled them down-

revealing his half hard cock to you as you slowly began stroking him.

ngh! sokka was no longer smirking now, his body taut with tension as he felt the way your hands kept stroking him. you seemed to know his body like the back of your own hand, squeezing at all the right moments while tracing at each pulsating vein with an expertise that leaves him breathless.

and when he felt as though he were so close to exploding-

that was when you made your move.

you quickly set aside the flimsy material that covers your bottom half, gripping at sokka’s cock before coming down on him-

not stopping until he was fully sheathed inside of you as you began a painfully slow pace. he no longer had the cocky expression, now left begging for more as he tried to grip at your hips-

only to have you slap his hands away.

you end up leaning forward to whisper playfully in his ear,

now say please.

PLEASE!

with those final words, you stop your torturous pace, finally unleashing your true desires on him as you rode him with a reckless abandon.

you had lost count of the sheer amount of times toph had made you cum with her mouth alone.

you were left a panting mess, back settled over her bed as the blind earthbender had you pinned on top of it. the sheets were ruined with the evidence of your release, and you were left begging for more.

she closes her eyes, pressing a kiss against your shining cunt that remained wet with the evidence of your prior climax. letting out a hum, toph slowly moves away from you, taking something out of the small table settled beside her bed.

finally catching your breath, you were curious as to what she pulled out-

only to feel your throat go dry and your cheeks turn considerably hotter upon seeing a rather… thick and long, phallic shaped item made of what looked to be a metallic material.

“what is that…?” you ask your lover, only to gasp when you saw her put one end of the item into her heat. she lets out a grunt, eyes shimmering with mischief as she leans in to whisper in your ear, “let’s just say… it’s something i bought to help us both feel good.”

distracting you with heated kisses, you allow toph to slowly spread your legs before inserting the other end of the toy inside of you, making you toss your head back at the sudden intrusion. with her focus entirely on you, she begins moving, making you feel the heavy material sliding in and out of your channel, creating a sinful friction that was hard to ignore as you cried out to her.

soon, you felt the familiar snap within your abdomen, and when toph coaxes you to look down at where you were both connected-

you swore you were close to passing out right then and there.

the sight of your lower half being connected to toph’s was enough to make you gasp, unable to hold back your release as you felt your walls clenching around the metallic toy. as if fascinated by it, you watch as toph thrusts herself down on it with her back arched, seeing the evidence of yours and her juices flowing down the metal as you felt a rush of heat blossoming within your veins at the sight.

there was a reason why zuko hired an army of his men to stand outside of his chambers tonight.

and that was solely because of how you had his cock fully within the confines of your mouth.

the lord of the fire nation was forced to be settled back against his luxurious bed as you teased him with the sheer material of your nightgown. such gossamer threads did little to cover the most intimate parts of your body.

of course he would be fully erect at the sight-

and of course, he would be foolish not to accept your wishes of needing to please him.

with his expensive garments tossed to the floor, zuko watches with his mouth open in a gape as you trailed some kisses down his cock. he feels the blood rushing down to the length of his manhood, already pulsating with need for you.

you hum in response to his groan, allowing your hot mouth to surround him as you bobbed your head back and forth. you allow your tongue to trace at his pulsating veins, waiting for that telltale twitch before quickly pulling away.

you let go of his cock from the confines of your mouth with an audible pop! relishing in the way the powerful firebender in all of the nation was reduced to mere whimpers and gasps of your name.

you give him an apologetic smile and decide to finally put him out of his misery. lifting up the sheer material of your gown, you reveal your naked sex to him while watching as his eyes became hungrier.

yes, that’s right my darling flame. give it to me.

and that was all the urging you needed needed.

planting both hands on top of his broad shoulders, you slowly came down on him, taking in every inch of his cock until your hips finally met with his. giving him one last kiss against his lips, you fell back and steadied yourself on the top of his thighs before undulating your hips up and down his cock.

this new position allowed zuko to reach even deeper within your heat, with your body running on pure instinct now as you kept bouncing yourself on his cock.

the sounds of your lovemaking and cries were enough to alert zuko’s soldiers that they needed to steer clear of his room-

unless they wished to face their lord’s wrath if they ever bore witness to your naked form making sweet love to your beloved husband.

end notes: i really enjoyed my last drabble for the older crew, and decided to write for the rest of the gaang. it’s been a while since i wrote so intimately for women characters so i apologize if this ended up being an unedited mess! ;;

You were across the city when the radio crackled to life, the frantic tone of the dispatcher sending a jolt of adrenaline through your veins.

All available units were ordered to the Dragon Flats for a code red.

The reports that were coming in were grim. A rogue firebender, most likely gang affiliated, had seized a local merchant shop, holding an entire family hostage inside after a dispute. From what you could gather over the radio chatter, he has already gone as far as igniting a localized blaze in the kitchen.

It was a calculated, tactical move. The inferno trapped the hostages securely in the main storefront while effectively keeping the responding waterbenders at bay outside. Every single exit had been reinforced with heavy steel barricades and rigged with highly volatile blasting jelly, turning the entire shop into an active, ticking death trap which means he couldn't have been working alone.

It wasn’t just the overwhelming danger that made your blood run cold. It was your intimate, firsthand knowledge of exactly how Toph operated when innocent lives were on the line. She didn't just bend the rules, she flattened them into scrap metal, and you knew her stubborn hero complex always flared brightest when the stakes were at their absolute highest.

You threw a leg over your motorcycle, the engine’s sudden roar a violent mechanical snarl that perfectly matched the furious heat building in your chest. With a sharp, aggressive kick to the stand, you twisted the throttle and peeled away from the curb in a cloud of burning rubber.

You tore through the congested, gridlocked Republic City traffic with a practiced grace. Leaning your powerful frame dangerously hard into every sharp turn, your eyes locked entirely on the thick column of black smoke rising ominously over the Dragon Flats.

You weren't wearing the standard issue clunky metalbending armor today. There was no way you could maintain your necessary agility on a high speed bike while trapped inside that heavy plating. One of the distinct perks of being the Chief’s wife and her most trusted tactical partner was the executive leniency to ditch the restrictive tin suit for a custom tailored RCPD tactical uniform.

The dark, reinforced fabric was form fitting, stretching taut across your broad shoulders and straining visibly against the sheer mass of your muscular arms. Your physique was a testament to the years of relentless conditioning and raw power.

With your hair pulled back into a tight bun, and sun glasses covering your eyes, you looked less like a typical beat cop and more like an impending force of nature. Most civilians took one look at the way you filled out that uniform and assumed you were an elite bodyguard or a professional heavyweight trainer, completely unaware that you were actually the Chief's wife and one of the most capable officers on the entire force.

The wind whipped violently past you as you leaned dangerously hard into a sharp turn, your heart hammering a frantic, suffocating rhythm against your ribs. You knew Toph better than anyone else alive. Which means you knew with absolute certainty that she simply did not believe in the concept of waiting for backup, especially when innocent lives were on the line. To her stubborn, reckless mind, backup was nothing more than a crowd of people getting in her way. But to you, it was the definitive line between coming home to a living wife or a hollow memory.

The scene was a symphony of pure chaos. It was a sensory overload of shouting voices, the wail of sirens, and the thick, acrid stench of soot that coated the back of your throat with each breath you took. You didn't slow down for any of it. You weaved through the crowd and brought your motorcycle to a violent, sliding halt right against the yellow crime scene tape. The media cameras swiveled toward you like a pack of starving wolves, their flashes instantly catching the rigid set of your jaw as you dismounted from your bike.

You ducked under the perimeter tape with practiced ease, your heavy, purposeful stride radiating an intense gravity that made the swarming reporters instinctively shrink back. You completely ignored their shouted questions, your focus locked entirely on the smoke clogged storefront ahead of you. Every single step you took sent a specific, thrumming vibration deep into the earth. It was a dense, powerful signature you knew Toph would recognize the exact millisecond it registered against her soles.

Your wife is here.

Just ahead, the precinct captains were huddled around a blueprint of the building, their voices a useless hum of panicked tactical jargon. Your eyes darted right past them, cutting through the swirling black haze to find your wife.

Toph was standing dangerously close to the front line, her head tilted at that sharp, calculating angle she always used when she was listening to a structure’s internal skeleton.

She looked deceptively small against the immense backdrop of the towering, hungry flames, but you could see the way her muscles were coiled beneath her armor. She was practically vibrating with that restless, reckless energy she always exhibited right before doing something that typically ended with you nearly having a heart attack. You knew that exact stance, it was the chilling look of a woman who was about to leap directly into a blazing furnace, completely bypass protocol, and nonchalantly call it a Tuesday.

“Status report!” You barked the second you reached the tactical command table, your booming voice cutting through the sirens and frantic chatter like a razor sharp whip.

The precinct captains instantly turned to you, their faces pale with a collective look of sheer relief as they abandoned their useless bickering. They recognized the authority in your voice and more importantly, they knew you were the only person in Republic City who could actually talk some sense into the chief.

“Captain,” The senior officer stammered, thrusting the charcoal smudged blueprints into your hands. “The suspect has completely barricaded the front entryway with reinforced iron plating. But that's not the worst of it, our scouts just confirmed the entire frame is rigged with high-grade blasting jelly. If anyone tries to bend that steel door or apply kinetic force, the whole storefront is going to blow. The Chief won't listen to us! She’s preparing to breach solo because the fire is hitting the support beams and we're out of time!”

Across the pavement, Toph’s head snapped slightly to the side at the sound of the captain's frantic explanation. She let out a loud, irritated groan, her heavy porcelain boots grinding against the cobblestones as she felt your furious presence locking onto her position.

You strode aggressively past the command table, the heavy thud of your boots vibrating through the pavement until you were positioned directly behind her. You didn't give a damn who was watching, not the circling media wolves, the whispering junior officers, or the panicked crowd behind the barricades. You stepped directly into her personal space, the imposing shadow of your towering frame completely eclipsing her as you loomed over.

“You know, hot stuff, you're blocking my light.” Toph muttered, not even bothering to turn around as she kept her unseeing eyes locked onto the glowing storefront.

A sharp, cocky smirk tugged at the corner of her lips, her stance shifting just enough to let you know she had been tracking your furious approach the exact millisecond your boots hit the pavement. She could feel the rapid, thudding pulse of your heart and the pure, white hot adrenaline radiating from your massive frame.

“Besides,” She added, her voice dripping with that signature, infuriating Beifong arrogance as she cracked her knuckles, “You're disrupting the vibrations. If you're just here to admire the view from behind, you're going to have to wait until I finish saving these people.”

“Absolutely not,” You hissed, the low, dangerous rumble of your voice vibrating intensely through the narrow space between you. “You are not doing this.”

She didn't turn around, but her shoulders instantly stiffened, her dense muscles coiling with that familiar, hyper stubborn tension you knew all too well.

“I have to,” Toph countered, her voice tight with the raw, volatile surge of adrenaline that usually made her feel completely invincible. "I can feel the family trapped in the back room through the stone. The fire is eating right through the floorboards, and that firebender is completely losing his mind. I'm the only one on this entire force who can tear through those reinforced steel barricades without bringing the whole damn roof down on top of their heads.”

You reached out, your large hand hovering just inches from her shoulder, trembling violently with a mix of fury and pure, suffocating dread.

“You’re going in without the proper gear,” You rasped, your voice thick with the rising smoke and the crushing weight of your fear. “You’re heading into an absolute inferno where you won't be able to feel a damn thing the second the ground gets too hot or the air thickens into a solid wall of ash. You’ll be blind in there, Toph. Truly blind.”

“I have my ways,” She snapped, though the defensive retort lacked its usual biting conviction.

She hated being told she couldn't do something, it went against everything she stood for. Toph's fingers twitched against her sides, her usual unshakeable posture fracturing just enough to betray the slight tremor of hesitation beneath her stubbornness.

Through the thin soles of her boots, Toph could feel the frantic thrum of your pulse that vibrated right through the concrete, betraying just how terrified you were of losing her to the flames.

“Not this time you don’t,” You tell her, closing the remaining distance until the taut fabric of your tactical shirt nearly brushed her spine. You stood a full foot taller, possessing twice her physical mass, and right now, the raw, protective instinct roaring through your veins was utterly undeniable. “If those blasting jelly canisters detonate while you're trying to tunnel through, you'll be buried alive. I am not losing my wife to some two bit arsonist just because you’re too damn proud to wait for a tactical shield.”

“There is no time!” She finally spun around on her heel, her pale, unseeing eyes narrowed in pure, mounting frustration as she shoved her palms hard against your chest. Her breathing was already shallow, her frame heaving heavily against yours. “They're terrified! I can feel their pulses thudding frantically through the floorboards, and the rhythm is spiking. They’re suffocating right now while you waste precious seconds playing protector!”

The blistering radiation of the nearby fire washed over the both of you, heating the heavy metal plating of Toph's uniform until it practically glowed, mirroring the friction sparking between you. For all her stubborn posturing and trademark arrogance, the raw, bleeding desperation in her voice was dangerously real. In that moment you realized she wasn't just fighting for her ego anymore. Toph was actively listening to a family slowly die in the dark, and the agonizing helplessness of it was tearing her apart from the inside out.

“Then let me go first,” You challenged, crossing your arms over your chest. The dark fabric of your RCPD shirt strained visibly against your biceps. “I’ll take the lead. You support me from the perimeter. But you are absolutely not walking into a death trap alone while I stand here and watch.”

Toph let out a harsh, frustrated growl, her bare toes digging aggressively into the cracked asphalt. For a tense, agonizing second, Toph felt the sheer weight of your presence pressing down on her. The two of you stood completely locked in a silent battle of wills while the burning building groaned behind you.

“You can’t do what I do,” Toph argued, her voice cracking under the intense strain. “I'm also smaller than you so it'll be easier to tunnel alone. I'm the only one that knows exactly where the fire is right now.”

“I am your partner and your wife. If you go, I go end of discussion.” You stubbornly fired back, the explosive boom of your voice making the nearby junior officers flinch and back away.

“You're making a scene,” Toph growled, her chin jerking up as she caught the prying vibrations of the gathering press and the surrounding perimeter squads locking onto both of you. It was a high profile distraction she absolutely could not afford right now, but you didn't give a damn about public relations.

“I don't give a damn about the scene I'm making.” You muttered, your voice dropping to a lethal, quiet whisper. You stepped in closer, your large frame shielding her from the prying eyes of the press and the perimeter squads. You clenched your hands into fists at your sides to hide the way they were visibly shaking. “Smoke doesn't care how great of an earthbender you are, Toph. It’ll still suffocate you. Superheated air will still blister your skin.”

You leaned down, your face inches from hers, forcing her to feel the absolute, raw intensity of your panic. “You go in alone, and you’re gambling with the only thing I can’t replace. Don't do this to me. Not today.”

Toph shifted her weight, her jaw locking into a hard, unyielding line. "If I don't go right now, the floor is going to collapse. The seismic feedback is already getting muddy. I’m the only one who can tunnel in directly underneath them.”

She didn't wait for your permission or the tactical shield. Before you could grab her armored arm to drag her back, she gave a sharp, violent stomp. The cobblestones beneath her boots completely liquefied, swallowing her whole as the earth sealed shut above her head.

“TOPH!” You roared, your hands slamming onto the stone, clawing desperately at the exact spot where she had just been standing. But the asphalt had already fused completely back together.

Around you, the chaos fractured into pure panic.

“Chief's inside! Move! Move!” The Sergeant screamed, his voice cracking over the roar of the blaze as the waterbenders doubled their efforts. High-pressure streams of water slammed violently into the blistering storefront, exploding on contact into a blinding, suffocating wall of white steam as the remaining glass shattered into a million pieces.

It was almost like you were in a trance. You zeroed in with your own seismic sense, focusing on the faint, muffled thuds of earth shifting heavily beneath the burning structure. It was a low, grinding vibration that bypassed the scream of the sirens, pulsing straight up through the soles of your boots. You stood rooted to the spot, your arms crossed so tightly over your chest that the seams of your uniform shirt groaned and tore around your shoulders.

Every single time the burning building buckled or a fresh plume of thick black smoke erupted violently into the sky, a jolt of raw terror shot through your veins, immediately followed by an overwhelming surge of fury. Toph had heard your voice break, and she had still deliberately left you behind to handle the consequences of her recklessness alone.

You weren't sure how long she was trapped in there. Five minutes, maybe ten, each second that stretched out felt like an eternity. Every officer on the scene stayed absolutely clear of you, terrified to get anywhere near the destructive war raging inside your chest.

It was when the sidewalk thirty feet away started bulging and cracking violently that you felt the tension in your shoulders finally ease. You watched as a massive slab of earth tilted up like a trapdoor, accompanied by an exploding plume of gravel and blinding dust.

Toph emerged first, her face completely masked in thick gray soot, her heavy metal bending uniform singed and blackened at the joints. She reached back down into the hole, pulling a sobbing mother and two terrified children out of the tunnel, followed by a subdued suspect.

The relief that flooded through you was instantaneous, a sharp gasp hit your lungs like you were finally remembering how to breathe again. But the vulnerability lasted only a moment before it was swallowed whole by a surge of cold, obsidian rage. She was alive. She had saved them. But as you watched the medics swarm the traumatized family, your eyes locked onto your wife.

The crowd around her erupted into cheers. The media swarmed forward like the vultures that they are. Toph stood there for a moment, hands resting on her plated knees, coughing harshly from the thick smoke she’d inhaled.

Toph slowly straightened up, wiping her brow with a shaking, dirt-caked hand. She could feel the heat of your glare from where you stood. Your furious pulse felt like a localized earthquake traveling straight up into her bare feet.

She tried to play it off, letting out a dry, forced chuckle as she sensed your massive frame approaching.

“See? Told you..I had it... handled,” She wheezed, her voice raspy from the smoke, but the bravado in her tone was thin and brittle.

You didn't give her a response. Instead, you reached down and gripped the heavy metal edge of her collar, your large, calloused hand locking onto the plate with unyielding force. You wrenched her forward, not enough to throw her off balance, but enough to let her feel how serious you were.

“Home. Now,” You whispered low enough that only she could hear.

Toph stiffened, her smirk faltering. She could feel the tension in your grip and the way your muscles were coiled like a spring. And she knew she had pushed you entirely too far this time.

The walk to your motorcycle was a blur of red hot adrenaline and icy dread. Every step you took felt like the earth was cracking beneath your boots. You didn't look back at the shop or acknowledge the officers patting Toph on the shoulder. You kept your piercing eyes forward and your grip on her arm firm.

You reached the bike and gripped the handlebars so hard the metal groaned. Your knuckles were white, matching the sudden paleness of your face. Behind you, you heard Toph’s light, hesitant footsteps. She was trailing you, her usual swagger replaced by a cautious, grounding gait.

“Get on,” You growled, your voice sounding like grinding stone.

Toph didn't argue. She didn't make a joke about you being bossy or comment on the scene you were making. She climbed onto the back of the bike, her ash covered hands sliding around your waist. Usually, this was your favorite part of the day, feeling her press against your back as you ride around the city. But right now, her touch only reminded you of how close she had come to never touching you again.

You kicked the bike into gear and tore away from the curb, the engine’s scream drowning out the noise of the city. You drove with a terrifying focus, leaning into corners with a reckless precision that mirrored your internal state.

By the time you pulled up to your apartment building, the sun was dipping low, casting long, bruised shadows across the street. You killed the engine, but you didn't get off right away. You sat there in the sudden, ringing silence, your hands still fused to the grips.

“I had to do it, and deep down you know that.” Toph whispered against your back, her voice uncharacteristically small. “I’m the Chief. If I don't-”

The problem was you did know, and that somehow made it infinitely worse. You knew her duty, you knew her power, and you knew the heavy burden of the metal badge she wore. But you couldn't think about that now. Not when your anger was burning so hot it felt like physical flames licking at your skin, consuming the last shreds of sound logic and patience that you had.

“Don't,” You cut her off, your voice cracking. “Don't you dare talk to me about your job right now or downplay what happened to justify why you did it. You didn't just risk the Chief today, you risked my wife.”

You stood up, the heavy motorcycle rocking violently under your sudden movement. You marched straight toward the entrance without checking to see if she was following. You knew she was. She had no choice. Tonight, she was going to have to face the one thing in this city that she couldn't bend or break, you.

The silence in the apartment was heavier than any stone Toph could move. You didn't turn on the lights. You moved through the hallway with a terrifying efficiency, your broad shoulders cutting a dominant silhouette against the city lights that filtered through the blinds.

“Sit,” You commanded, kicking the wooden stool in the kitchen towards her.

The low, uncompromising rumble of your voice left no room for argument. Toph sighed, her heavy metal boots dragged slightly against the floor as she complied. Her frame looked smaller, almost vulnerable as she sat down in the dim light. She kept her head tilted downward, her bare feet absorbing the intense vibration of your furious heartbeat thrumming through the floorboards.

You stepped directly into her space, your large frame completely blocking out the amber city light. Without a word, you reached out and bent the heavy metal plating straight off her body, your raw power peeling away the iron armor to reveal the ashen, singed clothing underneath.

The intense heat coming off your skin was evident against her bare face as you pulled the ruined fabric right over her head, tossing the blackened garment into a forgotten heap on the floor. Next came her tight under bindings and the tactical belt. You continued to strip away every article of clothing until she was left entirely exposed to your gaze.

Your eyes immediately found the blemishes on her skin, tracing the faint, angry red marks where the extreme heat of the blaze had begun to irritate her skin. The sight of it, the definitive, undeniable proof of just how close that fire had gotten to taking her away from you made your chest ache.

Toph sat perfectly still on the wooden stool, her skin shivering slightly as the cool air of the apartment hit her bare shoulders. Her breath hitched in her throat as your large, calloused fingers gently traced the angry red marks left by the heat. For a fleeting second, the vulnerability between you was raw and heavy with the unspoken words that hung in the air. But Toph, being Toph, broke the silence the only way she knew how, with an off-handed comment that completely shattered the tender moment.

“I could have done that myself, you know.” She muttered after a long moment, her voice raspy from the smoke.

“You've done enough today," You snapped, gritting your teeth.

You grabbed her by the arm and led her firmly toward the bathroom. You turned the handles of the shower with a violent twist, the old pipes groaning in protest as hot steam immediately began to billow out and fill the small room.

“Get in and don't come out until I tell you. We aren't finished talking, Toph. Not by a long shot.”

You then trekked back into the bedroom and went straight into the drawer, finding the strap and the harness. You tossed them onto the mattress with a heavy, definitive thump before immediately returning to the bathroom.

You stood by the door, watching her figure disappear completely behind the swirling wall of thick steam. The fury was still there, coiling tightly in your gut, but it was being overtaken by a desperate, clawing need to make sure she was actually, physically whole.

The sound of the rushing water filled the small room, hissing loudly as it struck her skin. Through the frosted glass you watched the dark, muddy water swirl down the drain, carrying away the soot, the earth, and the remnants of your fear.

“I'm fine,” Toph croaked out, the water masking the tremor in her voice. “It was just a little smoke, Hot stuff. I've had worse scrapes in training.”

The bathroom was a thick fog of white steam as you stripped off your own shirt and clothes, letting the ruined tactical gear hit the tiles in a heavy heap. You stepped into the shower, the spray of hot water hitting your back as you moved directly behind her.

You stepped directly under the hose, completely blocking out the rest of the shower, boxing her in against the tiled wall. Your large arms encircled around her wet waist, pulling her backward until her spine was pressed firmly against your front.

“Shut up,” You nipped at her ear, causing her to hum deep in her throat. "You don't get to speak right now.”

Toph leaned her head back against your chest, her breath catching as she felt the solid, wet heat of your muscular frame pressing into her from behind. Your hands splayed up her stomach, your palms moving firmly over the solid, defined ridges of her abs. The action caused a small, barely there noise to sound in the back of her throat. It was a raw, vulnerable sound that she quickly muffled as your hands grew higher, gliding over her wet skin until you cupped the soft swell of her breasts.

Your thumbs skidded over her nipples, rolling them around your fingers before giving them a firm squeeze while you gently kneaded the flesh. Toph let out a sharp moan, her head tilting back as she instinctively ground her backside into the solid muscle of your thighs. Her hand reached up as her fingers tangled tightly into your wet hair, Toph turned her neck as she tilted her chin upwards, her lips parted in a desperate invitation for a kiss.

Because she wasn't quite tall enough to kiss you on her own, Toph gripped the nape of your neck, using all her strength and leverage to try and force you down to her level. And for a torturous second, you let her believe she was going to get exactly what she wanted. You leaned in, letting her feel the wet heat of your breath until your lips were a mere fraction of an inch apart.

Then, just as your lips were about to touch, you pulled away. The sudden loss of your warmth made her gasp, her fingers slipped helplessly from your neck. You Ignored her frustration and reached right past her for the sponge, lathering it with soap so you could continue scrubbing her skin.

“Baby come on,” Toph whined, her raspy voice dropping into a frustrated groan that echoed off the wet tiles. “You're seriously not even going to kiss me?”

Your jaw twitched, your heart was nearly beating out of your chest as Toph arched her back, rolling her hips in a circular motion in order to get you to finally give in. She was pressing herself even more firmly into your front, her cheek was flat against the cool tile wall as she moved shamelessly against you, greedily taking the friction she knew you both desperately needed.

Your eyes darkened at the sight of her bent over, face pressed against the shower wall as the heavy stream of water from the shower head slicked down her spine, acting as a lubricant that had you feeling every sharp grind as she expertly moved her hips in a way she knew you couldn't resist for long.

Your reached forward, your hands sliding down her wet sides and wrapping around her hips. And with the most restraint you have ever exercised in your entire life, you clamped your fingers down onto the skin there with a bruising, unyielding grip, completely halting her frantic movement. Toph let out a soft, frustrated whimper at the sudden loss of contact, but she yielded instantly, her body going soft against the tile.

“Turn around,” You instructed, your voice a low, heavy rumble over the sound of the rushing water.

Toph obeyed without a second thought. Her movements were slow and deliberate, her hands slid along the wet walls until she faced you. The heavy stream of the shower beat down over your shoulders, splashing directly into her face and washing away the last traces of soot and ash from her skin.

You step in close, caging her body between yours and the wall. Her pale, sightless eyes look up blindly through the cascading water, her chest heaving with shallow, ragged breaths. She looked incredibly exposed and you couldn't help the sudden overwhelming emotion that came over you.

“I cannot lose you, Toph.” You murmur, leaning down. She tilts her chin up, her hands reaching out to map the wet contours of your chest, her fingers trembling as they clutch at your shoulders. “I won't survive it.”

“You won't lose me.” She whispers, her voice cracking with a sudden, overwhelming wave of emotion. “I'm sorry baby.”

Her promise shatters the last barrier between you. You cup the back of her neck, your thumb pressing firmly against her jawline as you capture her lips in a heated kiss. Your lips moved against Toph's with a desperate, possessive rhythm as you claimed her mouth.

Toph parted her lips for you with a soft gasp as her hands tangled into your hair to pull you even closer. You deepened the kiss, your tongue licking into her mouth with a hunger you could no longer hide. It was a messy exchange, a breathless collision of grief and the profound love you both had for eachother. You kissed her until the last remnants of the day's terror melted away, replacing the fear of loss with the absolute certainty of your presence.

You suck on her lower lip, pulling it between your teeth before releasing it with a soft, wet pop. You dove right back in to kiss her again. The feel of her soft, damp lips against yours had your entire body buzzing with a dark, electric current. When you finally pull away in need of air, Toph lets out a broken whimper, her chin tilting up as she searches greedily for your lips again. But you catch her by the waist, pressing her firmly into the wall to still her.

“We can't do this here, baby,” Your breath was ragged against her neck.

“Please.” She breathed into your skin, licking a line along your collar bone before sinking her teeth into the skin there causing you to let out a shuddering breath. “I'm aching for you.”

“I know, I know baby girl. Let me get you out of here and I promise I'll take care of you and give you everything you need.”

You grabbed a large towel and wrapped it tightly around her dripping body with a desperate, crushing intensity. You pulled her into your chest so hard it felt as if you were trying to physically merge your bodies together, ensuring she could never slip away or disappear beneath the stone ever again. Toph buried her face directly into the crook of your neck, her arms locking around your neck as she allowed you to lift her completely off the wet tile floor.

Toph kept her legs coiled tightly around your hips as you carried her out of the steaming bathroom and into the dark, quiet sanctuary of the bedroom. The sudden transition to the cool air made her shiver, but it didnt quiet the hum of her arousal. Toph's fingers clawed desperately into the muscles of your back reminding you of her need.

The weight of the silence in the room was heavy, broken only by the sound of your uneven breathing. You laid her down onto the mattress, the heavy cotton sheets absorbed the remaining moisture as you set the damp towel to the side.

Once she was comfortable you grabbed the strap and harness and stepped into it, your movements fueled by a primal, desperate need to reclaim her. The leather and metal creaked as you cinched it over your hips, the weight of it a grounding reality. You looked down at her, the woman you had almost lost and the grief in your gut turned into a fierce, possessive hunger.

Toph lay completely still on the mattress, her sightless eyes fixed on the ceiling. Hearing the sharp, distinct sound of the harness being pulled tight against your wet skin caused her breath to hitch. Her fingers curled into the sheets, her hips tilting upward instinctively in anticipation.

“I'm going to make you feel every bit of this,” You rasped in a dark, sultry voice. “I'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll never forget that you have a home to come back to.”

“Yes,” Toph begged, breathlessly. Her cunt was already aching for you as her slick heat pooled between her thighs and onto the sheets. “Make me remember baby.”

You climb onto the bed and hover over her, pressing her completely into the mattress so she could feel the cool material of the harness and every inch of the strap that she had hand carved for the both of you herself against her skin.

You lock your hands with hers, pinning her wrists flat against the sheets. Her fingers immediately curl around your grip, holding on with a desperate intensity that betrays just how deeply she needs this, needs you.

“Every single choice you make affects us both,” You murmur, your voice dropping to a low, commanding rumble against her ear. “You don't get to gamble with your life anymore.”

“I know,” Toph pants, her head rolling back into the pillows as she offers her body completely to you. Toph moves her hips upward, seeking the firm pressure of the strap but you pull back, sitting up on your knees. “I wont do it again baby please..”

“You like to be in control, don't you?” You whisper, trailing the tip of the metal along her inner thigh, barely grazing the skin. “You like being the one who decides when the floor moves and when the walls close in.”

Toph lets out a frustrated groan, her hips jerk upward again as she squirms under you. You immediately press her back down, holding her still.

“Ah, ah,” You chide darkly. “I didn't say you could move. If you move again without permission, I’m walking out of this room and leaving you exactly like this.”

Toph’s entire body goes completely rigid under your hands. A sharp, ragged breath hitches in her throat, her lips part as she swallows down a desperate whimper.

“No,” She pleaded, her voice cracking. She forces her hips to drop back against the mattress, her fingers clawing frantically into the soaked cotton sheets to keep herself still. “Don't leave. Please. I'll stay still, I'll be so good for you.”

“Good girl,” You cooed, your voice a warm purr against her ear. You let the heavy, rigid length of the strap rest against her stomach, the heat of her own desire radiating off her skin and seeping into the cool surface. “You think because you can bend mountains, you're the one who calls the shots. Out there, you play the hero. But in here with me? you don't move a single inch unless I tell you to.”

Toph lets out a shaky, trembling sob, her chest heaving violently under your shadow. She is entirely at your mercy, completely grounded by the sheer, unyielding weight of your dominance. Her toes curl into the mattress, fighting the primal urge to move, to beg, to reach for the friction, the fullness she is starving for.

Your fingers latch on to the base of the strap, dragging it along her stomach, watching as the muscles flex under the weight of it as you move lower. You guide the tip through her bush, parting her pussy lips as you circle the hood of her erect clit.

Toph's eyes slammed shut as she channeled every ounce of her focus into the agonizingly slow circles you were teasing her with. You don't stay in one place long, you dip lower, coating the base of the strap with her slick. You hover just shy of her entrance, teasing it, relishing in all the breathy sounds that were coming from her.

You begin to slowly stretch her open, but only a fraction of an inch at a time. It was a grueling, punishing crawl that forced her to feel every ridge, every heavy pocket of pressure, and the absolute reality that she has zero say in the depth or the rhythm you gave her.

“Is this what you wanted, baby?” You husk, finally pressing just a hair deeper, feeling her tight walls tremble violently around the carved length of the strap. “To be at the mercy of something you didn't see coming? To be completely helpless while someone else holds your life, your pleasure in their hands?”

A choked sound escapes her throat, a brutal knot of a protest and a desperate plea. Her toes curl into the bedsheets, clawing at the fabric as she searches for a grip, a vibration, anything to steady herself in the weightless dark.

“Answer me, Chief,” You demand with absolute authority in your tone.

“No,” She keened, her voice breaking completely with a desperate need. “I, baby, please…”

“Please what?”

You pull back almost entirely, the sudden, agonizing withdrawal leaving her empty and aching in the cold void. You look down at her, watching her chest rise and fall rapidly against the mattress as she trembles beneath you.

“Tell me exactly what you need me to do to you,” You growled. “Since you're so damn used to doing everything yourself.”

Toph’s head rolls back against the pillow, a tear finally escaping her unseeing eye.

You drag the length of the strap through her soaked folds as you wait for her answer. You watched the way her body responded, each twitch and jump of her muscles as the head of it circled her throbbing clit before dipping back into her sopping cunt. You repeated this process, circling it just enough to taunt her entrance with enough pressure to have her lips part in a breathless whimper only for you to remove the pressure immediately.

“I need you to make me come.” She cried out, her pride completely burning away. Her fingers reach up, finding your wrists and clinging to you like a lifeline. “I need you to fuck me, baby. I want it, I want you take me, claim me. Please make me yours I want to be yours.”

Toph's shaking now, her entire body vibrating with a tension that has nowhere to go so it just continues to build deep inside her. Toph's hips twitch involuntarily, desperate to close the gap, but you shift your weight, keeping her pinned and unsatisfied. Every time she thinks she’s figured out the rhythm, you change it, stalling, pulling away, or just holding perfectly still until she’s practically vibrating off the mattress.

“Stop, stop teasing me. Just give me something. Anything.”

“I'll give you something when I'm convinced you've learned your lesson,” You breathed. You trailed your hand down her stomach and sides, your fingers digging into her hip as you continue the slow, agonizing friction at her opening. “Tell me what happens when you go in without backup.”

Toph’s head thrashes harder against the pillow, she grits her teeth so tightly that her jaw aches. The agonizing pressure at her opening is driving her to the absolute brink of her release but it's not enough to tip her over and you knew that.

Her eyes were shining with tears as the overstimulation had become too much. She tried to squeeze her thighs together but your strong, calloused hands gripped them, keeping her legs apart and open for you as you eased the cool metal of the cock through her folds, purposely dipping into her entrance with a slow roll of your hips before pulling out.

“I... I put myself in danger,” She chokes out, the admission sounding like it's being forced out of her.

The confession hangs heavily in the quiet room, the raw truth of her words cutting through the lingering heat. You savor each broken whine that leaves her throat as she lies there, allowing you to work her body and reshape her earlier defiance into absolute surrender.

“And?” You lean forward, placing an open mouth kiss to her stomach, your tongue sweeping one of her abs. “And what does that do to me?”

“It... it scares you,” Toph whispers, her voice completely crumbling into raw vulnerability. “It makes you think you're going to lose me.”

You pause instantly. You hold yourself perfectly still, letting that realization sink in, forcing her to sit with the crushing weight of her own words while she is still hovering on the ragged edge of a release you refuse to grant just yet.

“Please,” Toph sobs, Her fingers reach up, finding the corded muscles of your biceps and digging into them. “I promise I won't do it again. I promise. Just please stop teasing me.”

Toph was not one to beg, she rarely does it. So hearing the desperate crack in her voice told you everything you needed to know. She would never make this mistake again. You sat up then, lining yourself up, watching the way her pussy lips spread and her entrance widened as you drove into her with a slow, agonizingly deep thrust.

“Thats my girl.” You purr, your voice a deep, satisfied hum. “Now remember this feeling the next time you think about being a martyr.”

The fullness of the strap was a grounding weight, a physical bridge between your grief and her reality. You pushed into her with a heavy, carnal desperation, grounding your hips flush against hers as if you were trying to permanently bury a piece of yourself in her.

Your fingers indented the flesh of her thighs as you came almost completely out of her, watching the way her hole stretched in your absence, before pushing back in until the leather straps of the harness were flush against her. Your strokes were long, deep and forceful.

Toph’s arms wrapped around your neck, her fingers digging into the thick muscles of your back, pulling you closer, deeper. It was the intimacy of it that had Toph a sobbing mess. She could feel everything. The friction of the metal strap as it vibrated within her with each thrust, the heat and fullness of her cunt as it stretched to accommodate the girth of it. The feeling was overwhelming, to be so aware of every vibration, every sound, every thrum of your heart as it met in time with each purposeful stroke as the strap drags along her inner walls.

“Don't you ever,” Your voice was a wrecked whisper, as you fucked her slow and deep, pinning her to the bed so she couldn't fast track her own release. She was only going to come when you allowed her to. When you felt she deserved it after what she put you through. “And I mean ever leave me standing on a sidewalk like that again.”

“I won't,” Toph gasped, her voice vibrating against your throat as you buried your face in the crook of her neck. "I'm right here, I promise."

You didn't stop, your movements were slow and relentless, every thrust punctuated by a sharp, shaky breath. You kissed her jaw, her pulse point, her eyelids, marking every inch of her with your grief and your love. You wanted her to feel the weight of your body, the strength in your arms, and the absolute, terrifying power of how much you needed her to stay alive.

"You're not just a legend to me, Toph," You rasped, your voice thick with a raw, terrifying honesty. "You're the air I breathe. I never want to imagine a world without you again.”

The sincerity in your words breaks the last thread of your composure. The next thrust is sharper, more pointed, the heavy collision of your thighs sending a shockwave through her entire frame. Toph's back arches completely off the mattress, a sharp, unvarnished cry erupting from her throat as you repeatedly slam into her walls, striking the most sensitive spot deep inside her.

The veins in your arms protrude under the strain as you lift almost entirely off her, pulling out until the head of the cock is barely catching her entrance, before you roll your hips and slam forcefully back into her. Every thrust is deliberate and powerful, forcing her body to slide up against the pillows until you grab her waist and pull her back down to meet your next powerful thrust that steals the air from her lungs.

Toph is completely undone. Her hands, usually steady and strong, scramble for purchase on your arms, clinging to you like you’re the only solid thing left in a world that’s currently shattering to pieces. She’s not the chief anymore, she’s just yours. Your wife, your person who was currently gasping your name with every shuddering breath as you drove into her over and over, hitting her g-spot repeatedly.

The vibrations Toph uses to sense the world were now nothing but a chaotic, thundering feedback of her own pleasure and your dominance. You traced your palms up her ribcage as you fucked her, your fingers splaying wide as you indented the skin there.

You lean down then, placing an open mouth kiss on the swell of Toph's breast, your tongue flicking lightly against the skin causing her to cry out. Your darkened eyes locked on her as you licked a line up her chest, sweeping over her throat and dragging along her jaw before you bit softly at the shell of her ear.

Your hips start to pick up more momentum, your thighs stutter as you can feel her walls clamping down on the base of the strap, making your thrust shallower as her orgasm comes barreling ahead.

“Tell me who you belong to, Toph,” You demand, the drag of the strap against that sensitive spot deep inside her was unrelenting.

“You!” Toph sobs, her voice a wrecked, beautiful sound. “I'm yours, only yours, please!”

You finally give her what she’s begging for, you lift her hips completely off the bed, holding her up, aiding her into meeting your thrust head on. The harness of the strap slammed into her clit as she had nowhere to run too. Toph's senses were buzzing, her mind short circuited as she felt every vibration of the metal strap inside her as her walls fluttered around it, hard.

Toph's body started to shake, her eyes rolled back into her head, and you watched as a powerful orgasm took over her. You looked down for just a second, and you moaned deep in your throat as you watched her cream all over your strap. The sight of it made you drive into her more, desperate to milk her for every last drop of cum that she had. You wanted her cum painted all over the metal.

“You're creaming all over my cock baby, fuck.” Your voice was ragged. “It feels good doesn't it?”

Toph couldn't speak, her thighs locked around you tight, the heels of her feet slam into your backside. You feel her toes curl against you as she tries to escape the intensity of her orgasm but you don't allow her.

There's tears in her eyes as a loud scream tore through her raw throat. Toph could feel herself constricting against the metal, every vibration of her cunt fluttering around it sending another pulse of her orgasm through her prolonging it. Her thighs trembled and you held her in place, allowing her to feel it. You could see the bulge in her belly as you continued to give her long, deep strokes.

“Fuck..” Toph's head was strewn back into the pillows, her thighs still trembling around you. “You're so deep.”

Toph clings to you, her hands grasping frantically at your shoulders as her entire body ripples with the final, heavy aftershocks of her release. Your own breathing is harsh, ragged in the quiet bedroom as her nails scratch down the tense muscles of your spine.

You buried your face into the crook of her neck, kissing and sucking on the damp skin there. Toph kept her legs locked securely around your waist, she could feel just how close you were to the edge as your strokes grew shakier, your hips rutting into her with a desperate, heavy urgency.

You focused on the feel of her, the sound of her wetness as the strap moved in and out of her. Toph's eyes slammed shut, her fingers reaching blindly at the harness straps that were tightened around your hips in a fierce attempt to hold you perfectly still against her.

“W-Want you to come with me this time.” Her words slurred at the end as her walls fluttered around you. “I’m so close again, you're fucking me so so good baby.”

And that's exactly when you felt it, a low, vibrating hum echoing from the metal buckles right against your skin.

“Fuck- Toph, I’m going to come,” You whimpered. Your momentum picked up once again, your hair was wildly scattered all over your face and sticking to your skin as you buried yourself deeper inside her. Your arms looped around her legs, your hands now on the back of her thighs, anchoring her to you as you rutted into her with fast, purposeful thrust, chasing your release.

The low hum of the buckles spiked into a rapid, electric tremor. It vibrated directly through the harness and into the carved core of the strap that was dragging along Toph's inner walls, amplifying the wet friction inside her tenfold. Toph lets out a high pitched, fractured cry against your ear, her head strewn back into the pillow.

The sound of Toph coming again causes your orgasm to slam into you with a force that made your entire body go rigid against her. Your fingers dug into her thighs so hard you were sure there would be bruises. Your clit pulsed against the vibrations. Your hips jerking to meet them.

Toph doesn't let go of the harness, instead, she grips the metal fittings even tighter, forcing you to ride out the intense, blinding wave of stimulation right along with her. Your hips lock up again, driving you all the way to the hilt as you ground down onto her, riding it out.

Toph’s legs remain locked around your waist like a vise, her thighs trembling as the deep ripples of her own orgasm continues to pulse through her. After a moment, the metal buckles of the harness finally fall silent, the intense vibration fading and leaving you both completely breathless.

You couldn't move even if you wanted to, and Toph doesn't let you. Her fingers are still tangled tightly into the straps of the harness keeping you anchored deep inside her. For a long, quiet stretch, neither of you speaks. You simply lie there, feeling every microscopic tremor and deep, internal flutter of Toph's body as she slowly comes down from the intense waves of her aftershocks.

You slowly lift your head from the crook of Toph's neck, your muscles groaning in protest as you carefully ease out of her. The sudden separation draws a sharp, quiet intake of air from Toph’s lips as her body reacts to the loss of you and your warmth.

You unbuckle the harness and let it drop onto the floor with a dull thud, freeing your hands to focus entirely on her. Toph lies completely limp against the pillows, her arms falling heavily to her sides, her bare skin shivering as the cool night air hits her damp chest.

You immediately retreat into the bathroom to grab a warm rag and take a quick detour to the kitchen to grab some water and those snacks Toph likes. When you step back into the bedroom you find Toph on her side, hugging a pillow tightly to her chest as she waits for you to return.

You stand in the doorway for a quiet moment, completely captivated by the sight of her. Your eyes slowly trace the gentle curve of her body and the soft, steady rise and fall of her chest. You couldn't help the warmth that flooded your chest as an overwhelming surge of love completely washes over you.

“You're staring again.”

A soft smile tugs at your lips as you cross the threshold, the floorboards creaking under your bare feet.

“Can you blame me?” You mumble, setting the tray of water and snacks onto the nightstand.

You sit on the edge of the mattress, the bed dipping under your weight as you unfold the warm, damp rag. With slow, meticulous care you begin to clean the sensitive skin between her thighs, wiping away the remaining slick. You lean down, pressing a lingering, tender kiss against the faint bruises from your fingers already forming on her hips and inner thighs. Toph lets out a soft, shuddering sigh at the contact, the protective tenderness in your touch grounding her.

“I love you.” You rumbled against her skin, your breath warm against the bruises.

Toph’s fingers immediately tangle into your hair, her grip gentle but firm as she pulls you upward, wanting your face close to hers.

“I know,” She says softly, her voice thick with an emotional weight she rarely lets the world see. She reaches out, her palms cupping your jawline as her thumbs trace your cheekbones to read the exact lines of your face. “I love you too hot stuff, more than you'll ever know.”

You lean into her touch, setting the damp cloth aside on the nightstand before reaching for the glass of water. You lift her head slightly, holding the cool rim to her lips so she can drink. Toph takes slow, grateful sips, the cool liquid soothing the raw ache in her throat left by the smoke from the fire.

When she finishes, she sinks back into the pillows, her clouded eyes wide and fixed on the sheets as she listens to the steady, reassuring hum of your breathing. You bend down, capturing her lips in a slow, deep, meaningful kiss that is tender and unhurried as your lips move against hers.

Toph leans into the gentle affection, a soft hum vibrating in her throat as her tension dissolves completely into the mattress. You pull back slowly, pressing a kiss to the corner of her lips before you slide under the heavy blankets. You sighed as the immediate warmth of Toph's body welcomed you as you pull her small, bare frame completely flush against your chest.

Toph rests her chin on your collarbone, a faint, teasing smirk finding its way back onto her face in the dark. “You're such a big softie.”

You chuckle, your arms tightening around her, “Only when it comes to you.”

Toph lets out a long, contented sigh, her forehead dropping heavily onto your shoulder. “Good answer.”

“The scar is rather difficult to miss,” the woman sighs.

“Oh.” Sokka shrugs. “Right. Forgot about that.”

Behind him, Zuko lets out a deeply offended sound.

“I told you this was not enough!” Zuko snaps sharply, glaring at his friend while tugging irritably at the dark fabric around his shoulders.

“Hey, it matches your outfit, alright?” Sokka defends himself quickly. He gestures between the cloak and his own belongings as if making a brilliant point. “Just like my bag matches my belt.”

Zuko stares at him silently, already regretting allowing Sokka anywhere near this plan.

The mistress clears her throat loudly, cutting through the argument.

“How may I help the Fire Lord?” she asks, now directing her full attention towards Zuko alone.

For a moment, Zuko says nothing.

His jaw instantly tightened beneath the shadows of the hood. He had faced armies, faced his father,and the worst of all — faced Azula. Yet somehow this felt worse. Because lying to his uncle was so unfair… he knew his uncle would be happy either way with any decision in the end. Yet, he still felt guilty for not being able to make at least one of his wishes come true. He didn’t want for Iroh to die with a heavy heart.

Still, he forces himself to step closer to the desk, then he takes a deep breath before speaking.

“I need to find a woman to be my wife,” he says finally.

The words sound absurd the moment they leave his mouth.

The mistress blinks once... twice.

Her pipe slips from her fingers and hits the wooden table with a loud clatter. For several long seconds, she simply stares at him as though she expects him to laugh and admit it was some sort of joke.

But Zuko’s expression never changes.

And the woman’s surprised expression slowly fades into skepticism as she straightens in her chair.

“You came to a brothel,” she says carefully, “to search for a wife?”

Even Sokka winces slightly at how ridiculous it sounded aloud.

Zuko feels heat crawl up the back of his neck beneath his collar as he nods once.

“When you say it like that, it sounds strange,” he agrees.

“Because it is strange,” the woman replies without hesitation. Her sharp eyes narrow as she studies him more carefully now, suspicion mixing with curiosity. “Most men come here seeking pleasure, not marriage.”

“I am not looking for love,” Zuko says quickly, almost too quickly.

The woman hums softly, leaning back again. She watches him the same way one might observe a wounded animal deciding whether or not to bite.

“I am certain many noble women across the nations would gladly marry the Fire Lord,” she continues. “You could choose any daughter from any wealthy family and have a wedding arranged before sunrise tomorrow.”

“I know.” Zuko exhales heavily through his nose before closing his eyes for a brief moment. “That is exactly the problem.”

His voice lowers quieter after that. Less defensive — more tired.

“I do not want to promise devotion I cannot give,” he admits. “I do not have time to become someone’s proper husband. I barely manage to rule my own nation correctly some days.”

The woman’s skeptical expression softens slightly, though not entirely.

“And yet you are still searching for a wife.”

Zuko’s gaze drops towards the wooden floorboards.

“It is important to my uncle,” he says quietly. “He wishes to see me settled before…”

The sentence dies in his throat unfinished and a sudden understanding flickers briefly across the mistress’s face.

Still, she remains cautious.

“So,” she says slowly, “you want a woman willing to stand beside you, wear royal robes, smile for the court… while knowing the marriage itself is not real.”

Zuko nods once again.

“Yes.”

The mistress studies him for a long moment after that. Not with judgment anymore, but disbelief, as though she still could not decide whether the Fire Lord standing before her was foolish or painfully sincere.

“That is strangely noble of you, My Lord,” she says at last.

“Are you saying that so he will not feel guilty before giving you money?” Sokka interrupts suddenly.

The woman turns towards him with such a deadly glare that Sokka instantly raises both hands in surrender.

“What kind of woman are you searching for?” the mistress asks, ignoring him completely.

Zuko pauses. Truthfully, he had not thought that far ahead.

Mai had been the only woman truly present in his life before this. He had loved her once, in his own difficult way, but they had never understood one another fully. Half their conversations had ended in silence or frustration.

“Appearance does not matter,” Zuko says after a long pause. “I only need someone who will listen to me… and understand me.”

Sokka gasps loudly beside him, visibly emotional.

“Oh, Zuko,” he says dramatically while clutching his chest. “But I am right here.”

He throws himself forward for an embrace, only for Zuko to plant an annoyed palm directly against his face before he can get close.

The mistress watches the two silently before shaking her head with faint amusement and a hint of doubt. Rising from her chair, she gestures towards the narrow hallway deeper within the building.

“My Lord, I will bring you our finest women,” she says calmly, not fully believing he actually means his words, “come with me.”

Before Zuko can protest, a dull thud echoes somewhere in the back of the establishment.

All three of them immediately turn towards the noise only to realize nothing was there.

“Are there… you know, ghosts here?” Sokka asks under his breath while nervously scanning the shadows around them.

“None that I know of. Only rats,” the mistress replies dismissively. “They are always finding their way inside. Ignore it.”

Zuko gives a small nod before stepping past Sokka and following after the woman. The wooden floor creaks beneath his boots as he steps towards the hallway.

“Wait here,” he tells Sokka over his shoulder just before vanishing around the corner.

“Are you leaving me alone in here with rats? The possible Ghosts!?” Sokka asks scared, while looking around, but Zuko is long gone.

***

The room she brought him into was dimly lit by dozens of candles, their warm glow dancing against the deep red walls and golden details carved into the architecture. Expensive silks draped elegantly from the ceiling, and the scent of incense lingered faintly in the air. Every part of the room spoke of luxury and exclusivity.

This was clearly reserved for the wealthiest clients.

Or, perhaps, for the Fire Lord himself.

Yet despite the comfort surrounding him, Zuko felt restless.

His fingers tapped quietly against the arm of the cushioned seat beneath him before stopping abruptly. He exhales slowly through his nose, shoulders tense.

He disliked this.

He disliked sitting here, waiting to choose a woman as if he was selecting fine jewelry from a merchant’s stall. He had clearly asked for someone easy to speak to, someone capable of understanding him, yet the mistress had looked at him with obvious disbelief the moment he claimed appearance did not matter.

She had agreed politely enough.

But Zuko was not foolish.

A woman like her, one who had spent years surrounded by men and their desires, clearly did not believe him. In her eyes, men always wanted beauty first. Everything else came after.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the sliding door opening softly behind him.

“Forgive my late arrival, My Lord.”

The voice was warm and gentle.

Zuko turns with a slight frown, only to see a woman around his age bowing respectfully near the doorway.

You were dressed in flowing white robes that hugged your figure, the silk expensive enough to shimmer beneath the candlelight. Red fire lilies had been embroidered along the hem of your sleeves and near the bottom of your robes, their crimson threads standing out against the fabric. Your hair had been pinned up carefully, with a flower pin, exposing the elegant line of your neck, while your nails were painted a dark shade of red.

Zuko studies you quietly for a moment.

By your appearance alone, he could already tell you were likely one of the women the mistress had proudly spoken of earlier.

“Did the mistress send you?” he asks at last.

“Yes, My Lord,” you reply before bowing once more.

Zuko sighs quietly and lowers his gaze.

His reaction does not escape your attention.

Silence settles briefly between the two of you, heavy yet strangely calm. Then you lift your eyes towards him carefully.

“Is something troubling you, My Lord?” you ask hesitantly, noticing the shift in his expression, as you make small steps towards him.

Zuko offers a faint smile, though it does not feel real.

“Everything is troubling me,” he admits with another tired sigh. “The council. My generals. My advisors. Everyone is constantly telling me what I should do.”

You remain quiet for a moment before speaking again.

“If I may ask…” your voice softens further, “what is it that you wish to do?”

The question makes him still completely.

Zuko’s lips press into a thin line as his gaze slowly lifts back on you, unreadable confusion flickering across his face.

What did he want?

The question felt so simple, ordinary.

And yet… he could not remember the last time anyone had asked him that. Or anything that is.

All his life had been spent serving others. First his father’s demands, then his nation’s expectations, then the burden of restoring balance after the war that his nation started. People had always decided his path for him long before he could even think to choose it himself.

Nobody had asked whether he wanted to become Fire Lord.

It had simply become necessary for peace — for the world.

Nobody had asked whether he was strong enough to carry the shame left behind by his father’s actions. Nobody had cared how deeply his mother’s disappearance wounded him, nor how much Azula’s madness haunted him still.

Even now, sitting in this place, he was not here because he desired marriage. He was here because of Iroh. Because every time he looked at his uncle, guilt coiled painfully tighter inside his chest.

If he refused this final wish…He knew he would regret it forever.

The realization leaves him staring at you silently, almost startled by the emotions rising inside him from such a small question.

“My Lord?” you ask gently once more.

Another pause follows.

Then finally—

“I…” Zuko exhales shakily. “I do not know.”

The confession comes quieter than he intended.

“I never really considered that what I want matters,” he continues after a moment. “People have always decided those things for me.”

The words leave him before he can stop himself.

You look at him differently after that. Not with fear, nor admiration reserved for royalty, but with something softer and somewhat understanding.

Carefully, you lower yourself onto the other seat beside him.

“If I may speak honestly, My Lord…”

Your voice wavers slightly.

“I think what you are doing is honorable. Choosing the happiness of others before your own is something very few people can truly do.”

Zuko’s eyes shift towards you again.

“I think,” you continue carefully, fingers tightening slightly against your robes, “that perhaps you have sacrificed so much for everyone around you that choosing something for yourself now feels selfish.”

Your gaze lowers briefly.

“But I do not believe it is.”

There is something painfully personal hidden beneath your words. As if you understood the feeling far too well yourself and you your words weren’t shallow.

Perhaps you, too, had spent your life placing the desires of others before your own. Perhaps that was how someone like you ended up in a place like this — serving, smiling, listening, while quietly abandoning every want of your own along the way.

Zuko simply stares at you. For once, he feels understood.

Not as the Fire Lord.

Not as Ozai’s son.

Just… understood.

The silence between you becomes strangely comforting.

Then suddenly—

The door slams open harshly.

“What are you doing here, you insolent girl?” the mistress’ sharp voice cuts through the room immediately.

Your body jerks violently at the sound. Startled, you quickly turn your head towards the entrance just as the older woman storms inside, fury written clearly across her face.

You instinctively get up and step back, but she reaches you quickly. The mistress grabs your arm harshly before beginning to pull you towards the exit.

Zuko moves before he can fully think.

He rises abruptly from the cushions, crossing the room in only a few steps before catching your wrist firmly.

The mistress turns to him in surprise.

“Wait.”

His voice comes sharper than expected. His fingers remain wrapped around your arm protectively.

“What are you doing, My Lord?” the old woman asks, confusion and disbelief mixing together. “You cannot possibly be interested in her,.”

She gestures towards you dismissively, making you look down.

“I summoned the finest women in this house. Women even nobles compete for. She is nowhere near what I prepared for you—”

“I do not care about those things,” Zuko interrupts firmly. “I already told you that.”

The mistress lets out a humorless laugh.

“My Lord, I know men,” she says while narrowing her eyes. “I have watched them all my life. I know how ruthless and insatiable they become.”

“You do not know me,” Zuko replies immediately.

The mistress tightens her grip around your arm before offering Zuko a strained smile. One clearly meant to remain polite despite the irritation hidden beneath it.

“You are simply overwhelmed,” she says carefully. “This girl only got in your head. Allow me to present the others I prepared instead.”

You lower your gaze immediately, remaining silent as her fingers pull more insistently at your arm.

Zuko’s hold loosens slightly.

Not because he truly wished to let go… but because uncertainty suddenly settled heavily inside his chest.

Perhaps the mistress was right.

He barely knew you.

You had only spoken for a few moments, yet somehow your words had reached places inside him most people never managed to touch.

The mistress begins leading you towards the doorway.

You stumble slightly before regaining your balance, the silk of your robes brushing softly against the wooden floor. Then, just before disappearing beyond the sliding doors, you turn your head towards him one final time.

Your eyes meet his.

The look on your face is calm, yet there is something quietly wounded hidden beneath it. Not surprise. Not anger.

Just… disappointment.

As though you had allowed yourself to hope for something, only for it to vanish moments later.

Something twists painfully inside Zuko’s chest. His lips part slightly, the urge to stop you rising suddenly in his throat, but the doors slide shut before he can say anything at all.

Silence settles around him again.

And for the first time since entering this place, Zuko feels as though he has made a mistake.

***

The room feels colder afterwards.

Or perhaps emptier.

Zuko sits stiffly against the cushions, one elbow resting against the carved arm of the chair while his fingers press absently against his temple. Candlelight flickers across the gold details decorating the walls, while soft music drifts faintly from somewhere deeper within the establishment.

Then the doors slide open once more.

The mistress enters first, followed by five women.

Each one was strikingly beautiful.

Their robes shimmered with expensive silk and fine embroidery, colors rich enough to rival royal garments. Gold jewelry rested elegantly against their necks and wrists, delicate chains glimmering beneath the candlelight. Their hair had been arranged carefully, adorned with jeweled pins and fragrant flowers, while subtle makeup highlighted their features perfectly.

Every movement they made appeared graceful and refined.

Exactly what someone would expect beside the Fire Lord.

The women spread themselves carefully throughout the room, some pouring tea while others smiled softly towards him. One begins turning slowly before him, allowing the silk layers of her robes to fan beautifully, showing her figure. Another kneels elegantly nearby, adjusting a golden bracelet against her wrist as though making certain he noticed it.

Zuko watches all of it in complete silence.

He should have been impressed.

Instead, he only feels tired.

At one point, his gaze drifts absentmindedly towards the doorway where you had disappeared earlier. Without meaning to, he begins comparing them to you.

The realization unsettles him immediately as he finds himself comparing those women to you.

You had worn no heavy jewelry. No complicated hairstyle. No bright gemstones or elaborate perfumes. Your beauty alone was enough. Your robes had been exquisite yes, but simple compared to these women. And yet somehow… your presence lingered in his mind far more strongly than theirs.

One of the women settles beside him gracefully, offering him a sweet smile.

“Fire Lord Zuko,” she says softly, fingers brushing delicately along the sleeve of his robes. “These garments must be worth a fortune. The craftsmanship alone is extraordinary.”

Zuko glances down briefly at the dark fabric before giving a small nod.

“The royal tailors work very hard,” he replies politely.

“How many tailors serve within the palace?” she asks curiously. “I heard even the servants there wear finer silks than nobles from other nations.”

Before Zuko can answer properly, another woman speaks eagerly from across the room.

“The Fire Nation palace must be enormous,” she sighs dreamily. “I cannot even imagine living surrounded by such luxury every day.”

A third woman leans forward slightly.

“Do you truly possess treasure vaults beneath the palace?” she asks with visible interest. “I once heard the royal family keeps enough gold hidden away to feed entire kingdom.”

The women laugh softly among themselves.

Zuko forces a polite expression onto his face, though discomfort slowly tightens in his chest.

Every question sounded the same.

The palace. Wealth. Status. Luxury.

None of them looked at him as though he were simply a man sitting before them. Only the Fire Lord. Only the crown resting invisibly upon his head.

One woman begins speaking excitedly about royal ceremonies while another asks about banquets held within the palace halls.

Zuko barely hears any of it.

Instead, his thoughts drift unwillingly back towards you.

Back to the way your voice had shaken slightly while speaking to him.

Back to the understanding in your eyes.

Back to the simple question you had asked him.

What is it that you wish to do?

No one else here had asked him anything remotely close to that.

One of the women laughs softly beside him, touching his arm lightly to regain his attention.

“My Lord?”

Zuko blinks faintly, pulled from his thoughts.

For the first time that evening, he realizes he does not wish to remain in this room at all.

“Call the mistress,” Zuko says simply as he rises from the cushions.

The women pause immediately.

One lowers the cup she had been holding while another exchanges a confused glance with the others. The soft laughter filling the room dies almost instantly, leaving only the quiet crackling of candle flames behind.

Zuko remains standing near the center of the room, shoulders tense beneath his dark robes. His expression is unreadable once more, though exhaustion lingers clearly behind his eyes.

One of the women bows quickly before slipping outside to obey his command.

The silence afterwards feels unbearably long.

Zuko exhales quietly and turns his gaze towards the flickering candles lining the walls. He had tried. Spirits knew he truly tried to convince himself this was reasonable. Easier.

Yet every conversation left him feeling emptier than before.

His mind kept drifting back towards you no matter how hard he attempted to focus on the women standing before him now.

The mistress arrives only moments later.

The moment she steps inside, a pleased smile already rests upon her face. Her sharp eyes briefly sweep across the room, taking in the elegantly dressed women surrounding the Fire Lord. Clearly, she believed the evening had finally gone as expected.

That Zuko had simply needed time to remember what men truly desired.

And that he had long since forgotten about you.

But the smile falters almost immediately the moment her gaze lands properly on him.

Zuko looked neither entertained nor impressed.

He looked tired.

His face remained blank, though there was a heaviness lingering that caused the mistress’ confidence to slowly waver.

“My Lord?” she asks carefully now, the certainty from before no longer present in her voice.

“I would like to speak with the girl from earlier again.”

The room erupts in gasps and whispers from the women, while the mistress goes still. For a brief moment, genuine disbelief crosses her face.

“…her?” she repeats slowly.

“Yes.”

The answer comes immediately this time.

The mistress studies him carefully, as though still attempting to understand whether this was merely stubbornness or something else entirely.

“My Lord,” she says cautiously, “surely one of these women would suit your needs far better. They are accomplished, elegant, admired even among nobility—”

“I know.”

Zuko’s voice remains calm, but firmer now.

“They are all very beautiful.” His gaze briefly flickers towards the women gathered around the room before returning to the mistress. “But none of them have spoken to me as though I were a person.”

The words cause several uncomfortable glances to spread through the room.

The mistress narrows her eyes slightly.

“And that girl did?”

Zuko grows quiet for a moment.

His thoughts return unwillingly to the look in your eyes when you were dragged from the room. That small, wounded expression he could not seem to forget.

“…Yes,” he answers softly.

Something shifts in the mistress’ expression then.

Not agreement, but understanding.

The mistress remains silent for a long moment, her sharp gaze lingering carefully on Zuko’s face as though searching for hesitation. And she finds none.

Still, her lips press together slightly before she finally speaks again.

“My Lord… that girl is not exactly free to leave this establishment whenever she pleases.”

Zuko’s brows furrow faintly.

“What do you mean?”

The mistress folds her hands neatly before her robes.

“She owes this house a rather significant debt,” she explains carefully. “Food, clothing, training, accommodations… the amount spent over the years was not small.” Her eyes narrow slightly. “And unlike these women, she does not bring nearly enough profit to repay it quickly.”

His gaze lowers briefly towards the wooden floorboards.

Of course there was a reason.

Someone like you — quiet, thoughtful, strangely sincere — never truly belonged in a place like this. Yet perhaps belonging had never mattered. Perhaps you had simply never been given another choice.

Zuko slowly lifts his eyes again.

“Money will not be a problem,” he says calmly.

“My Lord…”

“I will repay whatever debt she owes,” Zuko continues. “In full.”

A quiet murmur spreads among the women still gathered around the room, though Zuko pays them no attention.

The mistress studies him carefully now, disbelief slowly replacing her earlier confidence.

“You would spend such an amount for a girl you spoke with only once?” she asks cautiously.

Zuko falls quiet.

Truthfully… he did not fully understand it himself.

Maybe it was because you had spoken to him without fear. Maybe because you didn’t see his wealth only, but his feelings too. Or maybe it was because, after years of being surrounded by demands and expectations, your words had felt painfully honest.

Whatever the reason was, he could not force himself to ignore it.

“Yes,” he answers at last.

The mistress exhales slowly, almost amused despite herself.

“You truly are a strange man, Fire Lord Zuko.”

He says nothing in return.

After another long pause, the mistress finally inclines her head slightly.

“…Very well.”

She turns towards the doorway before stopping once more.

“But before making such arrangements official,” she says carefully, “perhaps you should speak with her properly first.”

“That is exactly what I want,” Zuko replies immediately.

“I do not wish to force her into this,” he explains more quietly. “Bring her back. I would like to speak with her again… and ask whether she would even want to be part of my plan.”

Something unreadable flickers across the older woman’s face then, but she gives a slow nod.

“As you wish, My Lord.”

The mistress leaves the room soon after, the women following quietly behind her until Zuko is finally left alone once more.

Silence settles around him again, softer this time.

Zuko lowers himself back against the cushions slowly, his gaze drifting towards the flickering candlelight dancing against the walls.

Usually, he ignored what he wanted. Usually, he buried those feelings beneath duty, responsibility, and the endless expectations resting upon him.

But this time…

This time, he thinks he would rather listen to himself.