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osamusriceballs · 2 months

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The Accident - Final Part

Atsumu x fem Reader

Warnings: Smut

Words: ~ 2,1 k

About: Not much to say- enjoy the ending! <3

Part I II -> Epilogue

"Y/n!"

He smiles and waves when he spots you, his expression soft and excited as he jogs towards you, passing the court in an instant. You notice Sakusa and Hinata on the field too, waving in your direction, and you hear Bokuto calling your name. You return the greeting and wave at him too with a smile.

Atsumu comes to a stop when he finally reaches you, his hands immediately finding your hips and pulling you close. "What's my wifey doing here?" He leans down to peck your lips, his excitement barely concealed.

"I thought you could use some moral support. And maybe some food." You shyly smile and raise the bag in your hand just a little, the Onigiri Miya logo evident on it. "I asked Samu to make something that works with your diet. And I got a dessert for you, the one from the cafe we visited last time." He looks at you softly, his hands still holding your hips tightly, not the slightest bit embarrassed about showing his affection in front of his teammates.

"Thank you. I appreciate that. Yer always so good to me." You blush at his words, trying to wave it off, but he pulls you closer and kisses you again, his lips now firmly pressing against yours. You easily give in, your free hand resting on his biceps, feeling the smooth and hot skin under your fingers, not caring about the fact that he is slightly sweaty by now. The faint sounds of volleyballs meeting the ground are drowned out by the sound of your heartbeat, and a soft gasp escapes your lips when he ever so lightly brushes his tongue against yours. You pull back, clearly flustered, and he grins at your state. "Wanna come over tonight?" You nod with a smile, and he pecks your lips one last time before letting you go.

"Can't wait, wifey."

xxx

"Tsumu!"

You yell, eyes only on him when he is about to serve. You're fully convinced that he can't hear you in the crowd, yet his eyes still flicker to your direction for a second before he focuses on the ball again, the red uniform a stark contrast to his bright hair.

He looks amazing. He's so focused on the game, you can see it in his eyes. This is the final moment of the game—if they manage to score one more point, the game will be over. You can see the pressure on him in his posture, and you can't help but want to hug him and make him feel more at ease.

He's serving, flawlessly as always, and you hold your breath when the other team receives his mean serve—and you find your heart skipping a beat when it's not Atsumu setting the ball after a fast attack from the other team, but rather Kageyama setting the ball and Atsumu attacking—surprisingly, even though you know that he does decent in every position. And you almost cry when his attack scores the final point, and he yells loudly and raises his arm triumphantly. You hug Yachi, who almost had a heart attack during the intense game, and you look up surprised when you see Atsumu staring at you happily and ignoring the cameras and media to come to you.

You're absolutely flabbergasted when he simply hugs you and slightly lifts you off the ground, grabbing your face almost too harshly before he kisses you in front of everyone. You're frozen, the noises of cameras clicking and yelling people almost overwhelming, but you somehow feel safe in his arms, so you just return the kiss and hug him tight too. He still beams from excitement when he pulls back, and you can't help but smile softly before you gently push some strands out of his face. "Congratulations. You did amazing." He smiles even brighter at your words, and you laugh breathlessly.

"Did it all for you. And for Japan. But for you too." He laughs, his chest still heaving heavily, and you can't help but smile softly. "I'm honored. And Japan too."

You press a last longing kiss to his lips and then you slowly let him go. "Now go—you need to get your medal or something. You're a world champion. I'll meet you after that, and we can celebrate." You smile gently, and he laughs happily. "Sure, wifey. I'll get my real reward later." His smile turns smug, and you blush feverishly. "S-sure," you whisper, flustered by his comment and avoid looking at his eyes.

"My real prize."

xxx

"Y/n?"

"Hmm?" you slightly raise your head, just enough to look at his face. You're comfortably cuddled against his chest, a thin blanket thrown over you both while you watch an animated fireplace and listen to slow music. His utterly relaxed expression is slightly crowded with unease, as if he has something on his mind.

"I was thinking... if you maybe wanna to store some clothes here. Like permanently. I made some space in my closet for you. Not like I want ya to move in already, I know most couples wait- but- just saying. There's space. Technically."

You raise your eyebrows, your eyes wide open, and he clears his throat awkwardly. The way he seems so shy and insecure about it—a state that you have never seen on him before. It warms your heart when you think about how nervous he is to ask just this, but it also fills you with excitement and makes your heart flutter.

"So... you wouldn't want me to move in?" You say while you try to suppress your teasing smile and try to seem as serious as you can. You feel his body tensing under your fingers, and his arm that had been loosely caressing your bare lower back under your shirt freezes.

"I didn't say that." He stretches the syllables while he seems to be in an inner conflict. "I just meant that ya might get uncomfortable if you're already moving in. It's only been a few months, I know that most couples wait a bit longer with that." He looks down at you, his tone showing his serious curiosity. "Are you not against moving in?"

You pause, taken aback by the statement, and proceed to think about it. You know that moving in together is a big step- but on the other hand, you both have been married for quite some time. And being together with Atsumu just feels so right—you really don't mind moving in after seven months.

"I'm... not against it, to be honest. It's unconventional, but we're kinda already married, so I think it's fine to skip some steps. here." A deep relieved sigh leaves his lips, and you feel his posture relaxing once again. "Sounds good. I got ya a key on the counter, we can move your stuff gradually, if you want to? But I made a lot of space in my closet actually, you might wanna go shopping to fill it. My treat of course."

You look at him wide-eyed. "You already have a key for me ready?"

He looks away with a faint blush on his cheeks, his hand absently caressing your back again, but now more relaxed while his lips curl into a triumphant grin.

"Maybe."

xxx

"Y/n?"

"Hmm?" You turn towards him and see a letter in his hands.

"That's um..." he clears his throat, his eyes looking anywhere but your direction. "It's from our lawyer. It's about the divorce. The year is over."

You freeze, carefully making your expression neutral while you wait for him to continue.

"It's um... we can—ya know. Wait a bit. I mean—you're busy with work and I'm also busy with Samu's new shop. We can maybe wait just a bit longer. If you want to. No pressure."

And you finally smile when you reach for his shirt and pull him down to press a kiss on his lips.

"Sounds good."

xxx

Tsumu—"

You look up at him in the mirror with pleading eyes, his hand tightly wrapped around your throat.

"Now come on. Tell me, what ya want me to do?" He grins teasingly, knowing fully well that you can't speak with his hand now firmly wrapped around your throat. You manage to gasp his name, and he raises an eyebrow. "What was that? Didn't hear ya, sweetheart. Might wanna try harder here."

You avert your gaze, overwhelmed by the intensity of it and arch your back slightly against him, offering him your neck submissively. A groan leaves his lips and his eyes soften at the sight of you. "So pretty for me. Always so good." He tilts your face and kisses you, the grip around your neck loosening and his free hand wandering to your chest, gently squeezing your body.

His lips are glued to yours, the kiss starting out softly, but quickly turning into a messy clashing of lips melding together and tongues grazing against each other. It's hot, so, so hot when his hand stops palming your chest and moves further down your stomach, causing you to gasp and whine against his lips as you tense under his touch until his hand stops between your legs. He doesn't stop the kiss, instead keeping one hand loosely around your neck while the palm of the other hand cups your pussy and presses against it. Your hips buck into his touch and you break the kiss embarrassedly after a lewd needy sound escapes your lips.

"What was that?" He asks, a bit breathlessly, but his lips curl into a smug grin. "Gettin' shy on me? You know that I love those pretty sounds. Especially when I do—this—" Two of his fingers push inside of you with no further warning and your body almost bends over at the feeling, but his hand quickly moves from your neck around your upper body to press you tightly against him. "Uh-uh, pretty wifey. Not escaping yer husband. I need to fulfill my duties after all, right? Satisfy my wife and all that. Look at ya, how you enjoy that, huh?" He slowly pumps his fingers in and out of you, the squelching sound making you whine embarrassedly, yet it feels so good that your eyes flutter closed and your mouth stays agape. He brings you to your high like this and holds you when you tense around his fingers, clenching tightly around him like a vice, his name leaving your lips breathlessly.

"Tsumu—" you whisper, your voice hoarse, but your body feeling so good and satisfied, and he softly pulls his fingers out with a lewd sound. "Oh, love, you made such a mess, huh?" He looks at his fingers with a grin and then down to your pussy, his tongue quickly coming out to lick his lips.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of ya."

xxx

"Tsumu—do we have to go out? We could also relax at home. Watch that movie maybe. Or... do different things." You smile a bit shyly as you hug his arm and press your chest against his biceps in a way that you hope is seductive.

He freezes for a second and then shakes his head. "As tempting as that offer is, we have plans. Or I have made plans. For us." He wraps his arm around your waist and directs you towards a building—that looks suspiciously familiar to you. "Tsumu— is that—no way! Why are we here?" Your eyes grow even bigger when you recognize the building, but he ignores your comment and simply pushes you forward. "C'mon, we have an appointment—and you need to get ready," he grins, but you can see a faint hint of nervousness in his eyes when he opens the door and reveals the club where you had met during your first day. Your jaw drops when you see the decorations—all in a classical wedding style, like the pictures you often like on Pinterest. "Tsumu—don't tell me—"

"Y/n." You hear his voice firmly, and you look at him, who suddenly lets go of you and looks at you a bit mischievously before he smoothly sinks down to one knee.

"I can't remember the first time I did this, but I promise, I won't forget this time. I wanna do everything right, Y/n. Marry you properly, be your husband and care for you."

You look at him, feeling tears dwell in your eyes when you realize how he has spent the last few weeks preparing this—and you bite your lip to avoid a sob when he pulls out a ring—similar to the one he had given you last time, yet even more beautiful.

"Will ya marry me?

xxx

A/n: Thank you so much for following this series! I'll make an epilogue about the night they met around next week-ish! But after that, that's it for the series! I hope you enjoyed and stay tuned for the next one! <3

#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x reader #atsumu #atsumu smut #atsumu x reader #hope you enjoyed <3 #I'm sorry for the belated post #But here you go #it's a bittersweet experience to end such a project #but I'm happy to start a new one #I'll rewrite an old series of mine #a love triangle with Atsumu and Suna #and tbh #i still haven't decided about the ending #It will come to me as I reread it and continue writing it!#anyways!#love you! <3 #and I hope you'll stay tuned ! <3

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revvethasmythh · 8 months

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Some aspects of Laudna's behavior from the most recent ep have really started to stand out to me re: her backstory. We're told basically that after leaving Whitestone she roamed to different cities and was subsequently run out of many places by the townsfolk for being...well, a creepy undead witch. This is really all we know of thirty years of her life, we have nothing more detailed than that until Gelvaan, which is also not very detailed on what exactly she was doing there. And it's interesting because this backstory feels like it's meant to elicit a lot of sympathy on Laudna's behalf--i.e. she is being wrongly chased out of places for the crime of being/looking different. But something about the way she approached Imahara Joe's establishment--sending in the creepy whispers, specifically making a bunch of terrifying "rattling noises", and responding with a smile and saying "It works every time" when they heard a noise in response--really has me like. okay. Laudna, did you get chased out of places because you were terrorizing people in those places? because it sounds like you've done this before, potentially many times, and what's "fun scary" to one person can so very easily be "scary scary" to the people on the other end of the schtick.

Laudna clearly loves people, but I do have to wonder if she experiences a certain amount of dissonance about the effects that her actions cause. She very much has this Manic Demon Nightmare Girl persona thing going on, and that delighted, manic energy mixed with her penchant for the macabre, often directed at other people where she enjoys their freaked out reactions? I think, perhaps, there were reasons she kept getting run out of places that we have not, uh, unpacked as of yet.

To go deeper with this, Laudna is a character who rarely feels like she's in charge of her own destiny. Some of this is intentional, like the repeated puppet imagery re: Delilah. But I wonder if, perhaps, Laudna is someone who has had so many things--bad things, terrible things--happen to her that she had learned to erase her own role in her life. There was nothing she could do when the Briarwoods took over Whitestone, there was nothing she could do when she was murdered by Delilah, and there was nothing she could do when she was resurrected as the undead creachure that she is today. But there are thing she could have done in the intervening thirty years to change her situation. She could have pursued threads about getting rid of Delilah for thirty years, long before meeting Imogen. She could have (somewhat) altered her behavior so she wasn't freaking people out wherever she went and maybe she could have stayed somewhere. She could have been proactive in making changes and pursuing things in her life and I just wonder if she has forgotten that she can do that for herself and that the things she does do have consequences. In ep 49, she told Imogen, "The gods have never kept us from our ability to have a choice." But she only says this to Imogen. When does Laudna finally make an active choice? When does she realized that her behavior and the consequences of the behavior are in her control? When does Laudna decide that it's time to stop being a spectator in her own story, a person that things happen to? Soon, I hope. She should be the main character of her own story, and right now she simply isn't

#I feel like I'm going to get cancelled for victim blaming but also #being scary toward people and then people not liking that feels like an excellent example of cause and effect #and tbh #even laudna's relationship with imogen feels like something that has happened TO her #what does laudna want? what are her desires? I feel like if you asked she'd respond with ''whatever imogen wants''#which just. makes me kind of sad. I hope laudna figures out how to be a person with desires and a future that are HERS unequivocally #that can (and probably will!) include imogen. but a simple cottage raising horses is Imogen's dream #what does laudna dream of? freedom? what does that look like? does she even know?#like I said. it's SAD #cr spoilers #this is rebloggable but I'm not maintagging this

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ecstarry · 15 days

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nah 2005 is where its at i get u euge

mags mags MAGS!!!

#this fucking hand flex #pride and predjudice 2005 #my beloved #mags tag <3 #and tbh #hand flex tag

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mycomfortblanket · 1 year

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Without Interruptions

Toph and Katara are on the dance floor, their hips swaying to the music. Toph can feel the bass pump through her as she lifts her hands over her head when she feels large hands settle on her waist and a body press against her back.

"Can I join you?" a man yells in her ear. Toph doesn't answer, just continues to sway her hips to the beat. The man's hands start to roam her body and she can't help but close her eyes and lean her head back against his shoulder.

She feels someone close in on her front, and for a brief moment, she panics, thinking she's about to be abducted. "The guys are watching, you know," Katara's voice shouts over the music.

Toph feels Katara lean back and out of her space, but her hand continues to grip onto Toph's. A smile comes to her lips and she shrugs at her friend. So what if the guys are watching her? They should be proud of her for pulling some random without even having to speak a word to him.

They dance to a few more songs, her hand never letting go of Katara's even while the guy continues to feel her up. Eventually, Katara leans in close again, "Go to the bar with me. Now," and there's an insistent tug at her hand.

The smile drops from Toph's face as she's pulled after Katara. She can just barely hear the guy behind her say what the fuck, but the alcohol that is coursing through her system isn't allowing her to care very much right now.

They finally make it to the bar and Katara sets her hand on an empty stool, letting her know where she can sit. Pulling the stool out, she hops up onto it. "So, what the fuck was that for?" Toph asks, her voice has just a slight slur to it but she feels completely sober... which probably isn't a good thing.

"That guy had his hands on you in a way that..." Katara trails off. Toph thinks that she is just going to drop the subject when she hears Katara rattle off a drink order to someone. The bartender must have come up to take their order.

"Anyways. I could tell Aang was getting upset about it. You know, you should really watch how you flirt with other guys when he is around. Doesn't exactly go over his head or make him feel good."

Toph's brow furrows, "What do you mean?" Katara lifts Toph's hand and guides it forward and rests it against a cold glass. Lifting the drink to her lips, she takes a sip and is pleasantly surprised to find a sweet-tasting drink.

"I'm giving you a look right now. A 'You're fucking kidding' look."

"Why are you giving me a look? I didn't do anything! I can dance with whoever I want. What does Aang care? He should go out there and dance, too." She sips at her drink some more, an intrusive thought telling her to chug it all, but she knows better than that. She has no idea what kind of drink this is or what kind of alcohol is in it.

"Wow, you really don't see it, do you?" Katara says seriously.

"I don't see a lot of things," Toph says pointedly. She is about to ask Katara to elaborate a little when she feels a hand touch the small of her back. The person leans down a little and says in her ear, "Hey."

Smiling, Toph turns to face Aang. "Hey, Katara says you're upset about something. Care to clue me in?" Toph feels Aang move a little and a muffled yell and protest comes from Katara.

"I'm not upset," Aang says in her ear again. Usually, she would let it go, but there's something off in his voice that makes her hesitate. Before she can call him out on it, he moves away from her personal space so she can't ask him if she wants him to hear her.

"No, wait," she reaches out and grabs his arm. Her fingers touch the soft fabric of his shirt and instantly grips the material and pulls him back to her. She feels him stumble slightly as his foot hits her stool and his arms shoot out and kind of encircle her as they brace against the bar on either side of her. She can feel how close he is to her, she knows that if she were to turn her face, they'd practically be sharing the same breath. "Talk to me," she says at a normal level and she knows Aang can hear her.

For a moment, all she can feel is Aang's breath on her face and then a hand is grabbing hers and pulling her off her chair and away from the others. She lets him lead because A) she has no idea where he is wanting to go, B) there are way too many people here for her to navigate this place on her own, and C) she kind of likes the way his hand feels in hers.

Eventually, they clear the crowd and she hears a door being pushed open and she's pulled into a room. The door shuts behind her and the sound of the club is immediately muffled to a dull roar. "Are we in the bathroom?"

"You asked why I was upset," is all he says to her. Toph cocks her head a little bit at his tone. It sounds just a little bit sad with a hint of anger.

"Yeah. I mean, I had just talked to you before Katara and I had gone out to the dance floor and you were fine then."

He lets go of her hand and she hears him walk away for a second, he huffs out a breath and laughs a little, "Aang, what is it? Talk to me," she steps forward, her hand reaching out to feel for him, but he is just out of reach.

"I saw the way you were dancing with-" he cuts himself off, "With him," he finally spits out.

She begins to nod but stops herself. Why would he be upset about her dancing with someone? he's never been upset about that before, in fact, he used to make fun of her for it.

"I don't see what that has to do-" his hands come to her shoulders and she is roughly shoved against the wall.

She is just about to open her mouth to yell what the fuck, but she feels lips against her own. Soft lips. Lips that feel as if they are made just for her and for no one else. Her eyes are open wide and the shock is rolling off of her in waves.

Toph can feel Aang beginning to pull back from her, but she lifts her hands to his shoulders and pulls him tighter against her, and starts to kiss him back. She can feel the smile that pulls at his lips as his hands travel down to her hips to slip under her shirt, and runs his hands back up against her bare skin.

"You have no idea how badly I wanted to be the one out there with you. Having you grind against me," he growls out. He moves his lips down to her jaw and nips at the skin there as he makes a trial to her ear. "Seeing his hands on you," he sucks a bruise into her skin, just under her ear and she's having a hard time keeping track of this conversation, "I'm the only one who should be touching you like that."

He bends and grabs the back of her thighs, picking her up easily. He presses her against him and the wall and she wraps her legs around his waist. Placing her hand on the back of his head, she brings their lips back together, trying to kiss him, but one of his hands leaves her and travels up to her hair. He grips the strands and pulls her head back, exposing her neck. Aang attaches his mouth to her skin and sucks another mark into the hollow of her throat.

Toph is practically panting and a desperate whine leaves her lips when he runs his tongue over the mark he had just made and then nips at the skin.

He moves then, walking somewhere in the room, and places her down onto a counter. She can feel water on her thighs and seeping through her shorts, but she honestly can't bring herself to care when Aang presses himself harder against her, his mouth back on hers.

Toph wraps her arms around his neck and keeps him close to her, making sure his mouth isn't leaving hers anytime soon. His hands are gripping at the top of her hips and eventually slip up to dig into her hips.

He pulls her tighter against him and she can feel how hard he is against her inner thigh, and an uncharacteristic moan spills from her lips. Aang chuckles and rocks his hips into hers, trying to pull that sound from her again.

The sound of the door opening is what actually pulls them apart. Toph's head swivels towards the sound, but Aang just uses the opportunity to attach his mouth to the underside of her jaw.

"Uh... I'll just... hold it," a man's voice says and she hears the door swing shut again.

"Jesus, Aang. Can we go somewhere else? Like, literally anywhere else where someone won't walk in on us?"

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The kitchen counter at Aang's apartment is where she's shoved next. They had left the bar and hailed a cab, barely remembering to text their friends saying they were headed home for the night. The whole ride home, Aang's hand never left the upper part of Toph's thigh, and his promises were being whispered into her ear. By the time they climbed out of the taxi, Toph could practically feel herself dripping.

Aang had grabbed her hand in his and together, they all but ran up the stairs to his apartment complex, stopping every so often to kiss each other and giggle at how drunk the other was when they fell against the stairwell wall.

Toph is sure the plan was to make it to his bedroom, but they didn't get further than the kitchen, and the cool granite under her burning skin feels good. The whole ride here was a new type of foreplay that she isn't used to so she's almost begging by the time his fingers start fiddling with the hem of her shirt.

She pulls away from his lips and takes the hem from his hands and rips the material over her head. She grabs his hand and immediately places it on her breast which she arches up into. She's desperate and doesn't know how to communicate that to him because her words are currently failing her.

Somehow, bless him, somehow he knows just what he needs and he pulls the cup of her bra down and latches his lips onto her nipple. "Oh, fuck," a broken moan tumbles from her lips, and her hand comes up to grip the back of his neck, making sure he doesn't move.

Aang swirls his tongue around her nipple as he reaches behind her to unclasp her bra. The straps slip down her shoulders and Toph tries with shaking hands to remove it from herself.

"Goddammit, Aang. I can't, I can't-" she arches further into his mouth. His hands grip her waist, holding her against him as he works his mouth against her before he moves to her other. Reaching up with one of his hands, he gently massages the breast he just moved from. He pinches the bud between his index finger and thumb, rolling it gently.

Toph feels like her body is on fire, she needs to be touched, touched more than what he is currently doing, and she needs it now. Her hands go to the waistband of her shorts and she fumbles with the button, trying to get another message across to him without using her words.

Again, being the fucking saint that he is, Aang releases her breast with a pop and pulls back to look at her. She is sure she looks wrecked; sitting on his kitchen counter topless, panting, and quivering with need, there's no telling how wrecked she looks.

"Fuck, Toph," his hand comes to cup her cheek, his wrist resting against her collarbone, "If only you could see yourself right now," he presses back up against her, leaning his forehead against hers. "You have no idea how beautiful-"

She cuts off whatever it is he is about to say by lifting her chin and pressing her lips against his. The kiss starts off slow, but when his tongue slips into her mouth and brushes against hers. But, when his hips roll against hers, it's like the temperature of the air goes up by ten degrees.

Aang's hands go down to the button on her shorts and pop it open and slowly slide down the zipper. Toph could practically cry with the relief of finally feeling them come off. He hooks his fingers in the waistband of both her shorts and panties and pulls them off all in one go.

She lifts her hips, trying to help as much as she can, but she's so fucking desperate. She's sure that she's creating more problems than she's helping because their heads bump together in a painful crash that leaves both of them rubbing their foreheads and giggling. Grabbing a hand to his cheek, she pulls him in again for a kiss. She continues to attempt to kick her shorts off the rest of the way but she feels them get caught on her heel, but she can't exactly bring herself to care. Especially when she feels his fingers beginning to creep along her hip and gently brush against her center.

She lets out a whimper at the same time Aang lets out a groan, "Fuck, T., you're so wet. How are you already this wet?" He pulls away from her, and Top is about to open her mouth to protest when she feels his hand cupping her ankle, pulling at her shorts where they got caught on her heels.

Taking in a deep shaky breath, Toph presses her head back against the cabinet and lets her eyes flutter closed at the feeling of his hands skimming up her legs and pushing her knees apart. She hears him take in a breath and can feel his exhale on the inside of her thighs.

A broken moan tears through her throat when he drags a finger through her folds gathering her juices onto his finger. He spreads her legs further apart and she just barely feels his tongue on her when the front door crashes open.

Toph whips her head towards the sound, her eyes wide. Did they fucking forget to lock it? To deadbolt it?

"Oh my god! Oh my fucking god! My eyes, oh my god!" She hears Sokka scream.

"Hey, guys," comes Zuko's nonchalant voice.

She feels Aang rip himself away from her and tries to stand in front of her as much as he can when she is up on the counter.

"Your bedroom is literally 6 feet away from where you're standing! How the fuck-" Toph hears a smack and some cussing from Sokka.

"Sorry, guys. We'll leave you to it," Zuko says good-naturedly.

"Better fucking sanitize the counter-" she hears another slap, "Ow! Zuko what the fuck?!" their voices disappearing down the hall, and then the tale-tell sound of a door shutting.

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Aang drops her down onto his bed and moves away from her to close the door to his bedroom. "Fucking lock it. I don't think I can handle another interruption." Laughing, he twists the lock and even tries the door to make sure it's locked fully.

He moves back towards the bed and she feels it dip when he places a knee onto it as he starts to crawl over her. Laying her head back onto the pillows, she feels Aang wrap his arms around her thighs as he settles himself between them after taking off her heels.

Toph sucks in a shaky breath as she waits to feel his mouth on her. It feels like forever has passed before his tongue barely presses against her in a kitten lick. Arching up off the bed, she reaches down and threads her fingers through his hair, pulling at it, trying to actually get him closer, to use some kind of pressure.

She feels more than hears him laugh, but the next pass with his tongue is firmer and actually spreads her lips and grazes her clit. He does this again before moving his hand to gently hold her folds apart so he can have easy access to her clit. Wrapping his lips around the little bud, he sucks gently causing Toph to cry out.

"Fuck, Aang. Fuck, please, I need-"

"What?" he pulls away just barely. When he speaks, his lips still brush against her. "What do you need?"

"I don't know, I just- Please," she begs. Toph has never been the type to beg, has never needed to since she was always the dominant one in the bedroom, but Aang has her wound so tight, she can't form a complete thought on what she needs. The teasing that has been going on since they left the club however long ago has put her so close to the edge. She knows it's not going to take much to push her over the edge.

Releasing one of her thighs, he rubs his fingers through her folds, gathering her wetness so it's a slick slide when he presses into her slowly.

Toph's hips shift downwards towards him, and she moans, "God, yes. Yes, just like that." She reaches down and grabs a hold of his wrist, pushing his fingers in further. He kisses her wrist and she releases him, allowing him to take over again.

Aang leans in and licks from her entrance up to her clit, feeling the way she shakes as he begins to pump his fingers.

Her legs try to close around his head as his fingers begin to pick up speed, but he shoulders them open so that he has full access to her. The slick wet sound of his fingers sliding in and out of her mixed with the wet smack of his tongue and lips working her clit sounds throughout the room.

Toph is rocking her hips against his face and chanting his name, urging him to go faster. "Please, Aang. I'm so fucking close. I'm so close."

Adding another finger, he shifts on his arm so that he is able to pump into her faster. HE curls his fingers at every thrust, brushing against that spot inside of her that has her clamping down on his fingers. His tongue continues to make quick work at her clit when he feels Toph's whole body clench. He looks up at her and sees her back arched off the bed, her head pressing down into the pillow, and her mouth open in a silent cry.

He continues to move his fingers in and out of her, coaxing her through her orgasm. Slowly, she comes down and he gives her a few kitten licks to clean her up a little before pulling his fingers out of her and crawling up the bed.

She's panting hard, but immediately reaches up and grabs his face, pulling him down for a kiss. Swiping his tongue into her mouth, Aang lets her taste herself and he feels her nails dig into his cheeks a little. The smirk that he presses into her mouth is definitely not something he can help.

Toph releases his cheeks and starts pulling at his shirt with one hand and then with the other, trying to undo his belt and jeans. "Chill, Toph. We've got all night," he says against her lips.

"Yeah, but I've been waiting for this since we were in the bathroom at the club," she growls. "Fuck. Me. Now," her voice is hard and even makes Aang pause for a moment before he is quickly undoing his belt and jeans, shimmying awkwardly out of them. When he leans back over her, Toph pulls at his shirt and manages to get it caught on his head. Both of them laugh as they continue to pull at it.

"Jesus, are you desperate or something?" he laughs.

Once he is free of his shirt, she takes his face back in her hands and brings his forehead down to rest against hers, "Yes, very much so," she breathes. Toph smiles a little shyly but when she lifts her chin searching for his lips, he immediately grants them to her.

She lifts her hips, trying to get the message across that she wants him inside of her. Her wetness just barely grazes him and his hips jerk automatically, his hard length brushing against her inner thigh, smearing precum on her leg.

"Fuck, okay. Let me get a condom," he murmurs against her lips and is just about to pull away from her when her knees tighten around his hips, not letting him move.

"No, I want to feel you. I want to actually feel you."

"But-"

"I have an IUD." Aang searches her face for a moment but those three little contraceptive letters have enough power over him that he is pushing her back into the pillows.

"Okay. Okay," he takes himself in hand, pumping himself a few times before leaning forward. He rubs the tip of his dick through her slick folds, brushing against her clit and making her hips jump at the contact. Toph groans out his name and wraps one of her legs around his waist, pulling him more towards her.

He laughs a little and lifts his face to kiss her forehead. His dick prods at her entrance before gently pushing in, and he instantly drops his head so their foreheads are resting against each other. Pushing forward, he lets her hot wet heat surround him and he hearts the most beautiful moan slip through her lips.

Toph brings her hands up to his hair and threads her fingers through it, pulling him back down for a kiss when he bottoms out. They stay like this for a moment, connected together in the most sensual way.

Eventually, the little shifts and movements that both of them do create enough of a tease that Aang has to move or he is going to explode. He pulls his hips back until the head is just barely inside of her, and he snaps his hips forward.

The gasp that leaves Toph makes him jerk his gaze up to her face. Her eyes are closed with her eyebrows raised and her mouth is almost a perfect O shape.

He does this motion again, snapping his hips forward and she presses her head back into the pillow as a jagged moan sounds from the bottom of her throat. God, she is so beautiful. He leans down and presses his face into her neck, peppering kisses there as he continues to thrust into her.

Toph starts rocking her hips up to meet him, trying to take him deeper each time their hips come into contact. A thought occurs to him then and he stops, pulling out of her just slightly so he can grab a pillow. When she feels the cool air hit her body where he once was, she opens her mouth to protest but stops when she feels him lift her hips and shove a pillow underneath her. Without hesitation or waiting for her to tell him to do something, he sinks back into her, much deeper than before.

Toph's hands immediately clutch at his back, her nails digging into the skin so hard, Aang is sure the skin is breaking. He sets a brutal pace, and when he shifts his hips just slightly, Toph practically screams.

"Fuck, right there, Aang. Right there, do that again," she pleads.

Aang smirks and aims for that spot with each thrust. Toph buries her face in his shoulder, trying to smother the noises that leave her, but even so, she is really loud. He can feel his release starting to build but before he can say anything to Toph, to warn her, she clenches around him so tight.

She bites down on his shoulder as her orgasm tears through her. Aang continues to push into her at a brutal pace, helping her through it. The fluttering of her walls around him triggers his own release and just as she is coming down, his climax comes. He fully thrusts into her three more times, milking it for all its worth before he slowly and gradually comes to a stop.

Both of them are breathing hard, Toph with her face buried in his shoulder and Aang trying to hold himself up over her so he doesn't squish her. Gently, he pulls out of her and he can feel her flinch and her legs automatically close when he is out of the way.

Dropping down onto his side, his breaths still coming heavy, he looks at Toph and sees that her eyes are still closed and her eyebrows drawn together. He stays like this, watching her for a while. Eventually, she opens her eyes and turns to face him, a smile on her face.

"How long have you been wanting to do that?" she asks.

Aang can't help but laugh at the pure delight on her face and he leans over and kisses her. He can feel her smile against him as he gently cups her face and brings her closer to him.

When they finally break apart, she tucks her head into the crook of his neck and slings a leg over his hips. "Hope you don't mind that I'm staying the night," she whispers.

"No, I don't mind at all."

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Toph wakes up to warmth at her back and an insistent hardness poking at her ass. She immediately smiles as she remembers that Aang is behind her and that it's his morning wood rising to meet her. She wiggles her hips a little and unconsciously, Aang bucks into her.

Giggling a little, she turns around in his arms and nuzzles her face into his chest. Hearing a hum rumble in his chest, she looks up at him. "Good morning," he says, his voice deep with sleep and makes a fire burn in between her legs.

Dropping her face back to his chest, she bites back a smile and says, "Good morn-" she is cut off by a shriek that is heard from outside his room.

The pair of them pull back from each other and look towards the door as if it will give them some kind of answer. A moment later, a banging is heard on said door followed by, "Aang, I swear to fuck, if you don't get out here and disinfect this fucking counter!"

#taang #taang smut #smut #avatar the last airbender #atla #atla smut #tumblr prompt #tumblr prompt continued #toph beifong #aang #toph x aang #aang x toph #the smuttiness was not beta'd because we die like jet #and tbh #i didn't even beta this shit #im just kind of hoping Grammarly caught everythign

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alovesongshewrote · 2 years

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ok, but something about jonathan, traumatized and anxious, desperate to take care of his family, going to california and meeting argyle, who gets him to fucking relax for once is just so yes to me

#jargyle #i love them <3 #and tbh #jonathan's interactions with argyle made me like jonathan more??#i don't think i've liked him this much since season 1

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texts-from-last-ninth · 7 months

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[Mercymorn Font: (+61): He turned on read receipts specifically so i'd know he was ignoring me.]

#The Locked Tomb #Harrow the Ninth #Mercymorn #Augustine the First #+61 #and tbh #John Gaius

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i-drop-level-one-loot · 7 months

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i need more micky and loser reader stories bitch

jk the story was really good and sorry for calling you a bitch

I also need more Micky.

Bitch.

#lmaoooo #i love you #thank you for not hating me #and tbh #i am a bitch #shhh #don't tell anyone #it's a secret

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fishflavouredlead · 27 days

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queer women when trans-masc/men's lived experiences are just a little too similar to their own: 😡☝️🤬🚫😤🤬🚫😡🤬😤☝️

#bc thats really j gotta b what it is right?#bc idk how u can hear ppl #go through exactly what youve been through #the only men or men-like companians who can ever truly ***empathize*** w women #and u want to talk over them or claim that their experience isnt valid in some way because???#what???#it makes u feel some type of way???#u dont like it????#u dont agree w it bc personally its not yr own personal experience????#bc u think it somehow takes away frm yr own expereinces???#when in relaity were both j expereincing the same thing and both suffering in totally similiar ways j in different directions #or sometimes still even in the same direction #idk im really tired of this kinda.. indifferent if not invalidating attitude ppl will have towards transmen #or even transmascs #if theyre a lil too masculine or a lil too binary (which again will always b skewed due to individual perceptions)#and tbh #it kinda scares some of yall bc #honestly some of us including me including some trans ppl too #dont know what good kind gentle postive masculinity looks like #its never been modeled for us (which is glaringly obvious looking at the stae of the world)#idk it just comes off as ignorant and closeminded and yall wpuld think ud b the the last ones caught dead being exactly that #lgbtq #lgbtqia #lgbt #queer #literally fighting the same fucking battle but were all too busy killing the whole squadron w friendly fucking fire #like i love yall but come on

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lightblueminecraftorchid · 8 months

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Ways I get fruits n veggies in me:

- putting oranges and peppers on the counter where it’s easy to snack on while I make other food

- buying frozen strawberries for cheap to make smoothies which are cold on a hot day

- buying 100% fruit juices or 100% fruit popsicles so I have cold juice to drink on a hot day

Ways I do not get fruits n veggies in me:

- buying frozen veggies I don’t really want to eat because I think they’re healthy

- buying fruits I don’t really like because I think they’re healthy

- buying fruits or veggies which require prep time to eat in a way I like

- getting upset at myself for not eating enough fruits n veggies

Notice how the ways I eat the fruits and veggies have a built in incentive to eat them?

- peppers n oranges on the counter are easy to eat and require no prep time. If I want a meal, or I’m just I the kitchen, they’re easy to grab and munch on.

- I get bored and distracted when I cook. Having something to do with my hands, like peeling an orange, keeps me busy while keeping me in the kitchen near my food. And then I peeled the orange so I might as well eat it.

- smoothies and cold juice/popsicles work because the weather is hot and I already want to cool down. The incentive exists naturally because I like how they taste and I’m already looking for something cold.

- smoothies/juice/popsicles also have a consistent texture, which unprocessed fruit and veggies do not have. Texture is a big driver of what I eat or don’t, so having a pleasant/consistent texture makes me more likely to choose something.

If u prep ur own food and are worried ur not eating enough fruits n veggies, it might be time to go through how you usually choose what to eat and what’s blocking the fruit and veggie choices. Usually there is something that makes the alternate choice you make more appealing (including not eating anything, that is a choice that you make too).

Does having to cut/peel an orange take too long, so you pick the easily openable chips? That’s great! You have chips! But if you want fruit too, maybe get something you can just pick up and eat, like an apple or pear.

Does having fresh veggies sound great, but they’re not warm and you’re already freezing, so you pick the warm tater tots you can make in the oven? That’s great! You have tater tots! But if you want veggies too, maybe make some warm vegetable soup, or get a microwave pack of steamed green beans or broccoli.

Do you feel like you want to add more vitamins to your diet, but you don’t like the taste of vegetables or fruit, so you just stare in the cabinet and then don’t pick anything? Get something that has what you need that tastes different. Maybe that’s a supplement (talk to your doctor first, those still can interact with other meds or general health), maybe that’s a protein bar you like, maybe it’s chopping veggies up real tiny and putting them in your pasta sauce. It’s okay if it’s not the most “economical” or “healthy” solution; if it results in you actually eating more of what you’re trying to eat, it’s worth it.

This applies to other foods too; I need more protein in my diet, so I buy protein bars and oven-bakeable orange chicken, even if there are “healthier” more protein dense foods. I don’t like kale or beans, eggs and I are frenemies, and steak (my beloved) takes a lot of time and attention to cook properly. I need to drink more water, so I buy powdered lemonade and sparkling water. Maybe you hate chicken and protein bars and sparkling water and lemonade. You’re not me. What do you like? What do you need? What makes your needs more likeable? Go buy/make/do that.

#I just have strong feelings about this okay #my mom gets on me for not eating the entire rainbow or smth #and tbh #I am not. concerned. about that.#because even if I bought the rainbow I would not eat the rainbow #and then the rainbow would get very moldy or freezerburned #but I have noticed that I eat more fruits and veggies now because I buy stuff i like #and put them in places where I’m likely to eat them #it’s just that #my roommate bought peaches and they were too mushy to eat on their own so I cut em up and smoothied them #with my strawberries #surprise surprise suddenly I ate a ton of peaches #yes I eat like 4 meals ever but I also have 4 reliable fruit/veggie options #<- is autistic and struggles to eat a variety of foods #my doctor gets so worried alkdjfjsjdkfj he’s like ‘im worried you don’t have enough variety in your diet’ my brother in Christ you’re lucky #that it’s 4 meals and not 2 #because when I went to the dining hall it was 2 #chicken tenders or pizza #that’s it #so really now that I’m eating brats and grilled cheese and orange chicken and occasionally pasta #I’ve doubled my meal variety #the one sad thing is that the orange chicken is pricey #otherwise I would probably eat it every day

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