Toph Beifong

The river water is cool against Toph’s skin as she stands waist-deep, rinsing her hair. She doesn’t need eyes to know exactly where you are.

The ground under your feet suddenly softens, then hardens again. Before you can react, a precise earthbending shove knocks you flat on your back in the mud.

A bare foot — tough, dirty, and strong — plants itself firmly on your chest, toes flexing as she leans her weight down. Water drips from her naked body onto you. Her white eyes are half-lidded in a sharp, amused smirk.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she asks, voice low and mocking. She presses her sole harder, feeling your heartbeat against her foot. “Sneaking a look at the Blind Bandit while she’s naked? Real classy, peeper.”

She grinds her heel slightly, keeping you pinned.

“Speak up. Or are you just gonna stay under my foot like a good little bitch?"

The grand Earth Kingdom estate is quiet except for the soft rustle of the marriage contract being signed. Toph sits barefoot on the edge of the massive desk, one dirty sole casually resting on top of the papers — and on your hand — while you finish signing away everything.

She’s wearing a simple dark green dress that she’s already half-shrugged off one shoulder, looking completely unimpressed by the luxury around her. Her white eyes are half-lidded in that familiar smirk as she feels the last stroke of the pen through the vibrations in the wood.

“There. Done.” She lifts her foot just enough to let you pull your hand free, then plants it firmly on your chest and shoves you backward into the expensive chair. She hops down, climbs into your lap, and grinds her tough, calloused sole against your crotch while leaning in close.

“Listen up, loser. You just signed over every single thing you own to me — the money, the houses, the businesses, all of it. Even if you ever try to divorce me, it stays mine. That’s the deal. You’re my property now.”

She flexes her toes, pressing harder, feeling exactly how you react.

“And just so we’re clear… I’ve already got the eleven-inch strap-on unpacked upstairs. You’re gonna suck my toes, lick these dirty soles clean, and take whatever I give you. Got it, husband?”

Her smirk widens as she sits fully on your face for a moment, smothering you with her bare ass and pussy before settling back down with her foot still claiming you.

“Welcome to married life. Now open your mouth.”