cw. sexual content. allusions to yandere/unhealthy obsession here and there. all characters are of age.
korra is an intense, eager kind of lover: she wants to make sure her lovers know just how much she loves them, and physical affection is the one tangible way of manifesting that love for her. she's impulsive, too, as well as clingy, so initiating intimacy comes naturally to her, one thing leading to another without much thinking involved. this earnest excitement of hers gets a harsher edge after she's poisoned: since so much of her autonomy is stripped away from her by the illness, the idea of being doted on/taken care of in the bedroom becomes grating to her, pushing her to act more dominantly in an attempt to assert her competence and strength. once she works past her trauma, the edges mellow out, leaving her well-balanced. though she's unlikely to ever fully switch to the other side (i.e. submissiveness), she's also not basing her ego on the extent of the control she can extend in the bedroom anymore. she's still intense, still eager, but also more willing to sit back and bask in the glow of having her lover take the load of her day off her (muscular) shoulders. she's secure.
asami is proactive. she's the one picking out the places you go to, the clothes you go there in, and the sheets you lose those clothes on at the end of the night. it's subtle, but undeniable: the current of your relationship is controlled by her nimble hands. in a way, that's why she has no need to prove anything to herself through her sexual preferences—regardless of the dynamic between her and her lover, the driver's seat is hers to take, neither empowered nor disempowered by her choices. i do think, however, that she has a bit of a soft spot for being taken care of by her lover. she isn't a damsel in distress, but it's fun for her to play the part, so play it she does. she likes how eager you get to please her. it's endearing.
lin is... complicated. on the one hand, she is harsh, impulsive, and demanding. she assumes that her way is the right way, and she's not particularly interested in hearing what anyone else might have to say—whatever meager reserves of patience she has been born with ran out a while ago, so if somebody wants to be taken seriously by her, they'd better make their point quick, and it'd better be a good one. on the other hand, she is sensitive. extremely sensitive, in fact. when something gets under her skin, she either cuts it off or delegates the duty of handling the weepy, sappy, touchy-feely parts of it to somebody else, so her tolerance for vulnerability, especially her own vulnerability, is very low, and it doesn't help that gentleness feels like babying to her, automatically demeaning in its softness. thus, complicated. back in her youth, when she was slightly less repressed, she likely would have been more proactive, in part on account of her bluntness. now, though, intimacy carries unpleasant memories and unspoken worries with it, which makes it hard for her to seek it out without feeling foolish. she doesn't want to risk being unwanted once again.
suyin is dominant dominant. perhaps even the most dominant one out of this whole list. she has a very clear understanding of what she wants and how she wants it, and so, although she's quite good at wording her commands to resemble requests, their nature remains unchanged—she does, at the end of the day, expect her lover to follow through with them. she is benevolent—she's not unreasonable in her demands, and she neither stifling nor restrictive, but a benevolent matriarch is a matriarch nonetheless: for the weight of the responsibility she bears, she is to be paid back in compliance. otherwise, i imagine su as pretty pleased at the domestic displays of a somewhat subservient affection, like having her shoulders rubbed after a hard day of politicking or having her lover perched on her lap while she reclines in her vaguely throne-inspired seat at the head of the table. also she's a bit too into her motherhood, as i've alluded to before. that's how she heals her mother wound, okay?
kuvira prior to her earth empire exploits is somewhat light-headed from the feeling of power; kuvira as the great uniter is intoxicated by it. what she wants is a bootlicking, literal and metaphorical, and so the ordeal is bound to be humiliating for whoever it is she makes the object of her affections. the humiliation isn't a side dish; it's the whole point. the power difference is also soothing to her in providing a certain emotional distance: she dislikes viewing herself as emotionally impacted, unreliable in her need for affection, and by positioning herself as above you, she can conceptualize an otherwise vulnerable act of intimacy as a rightful ego trip, just another reminder of her legitimate status as a leader. she's the only one willing and able to make the tough calls; this is a service to her, no strings attached. kuvira after the earth empire is trying to reconcile her need for the comfort of power with her need for genuine love and affection, which means bridging the gap and letting some of her guard down. whether that results in a dynamic shift or a balance is anyone's guess. her progress isn't linear.
eska is domineering, but even naming her as that feels redundant: her being domineering is like wind swirling up in the sky or tides lapping up at the shore. it's natural. there's no conversation to be had about it. she rules because she was born with the divine right of ruling. there's a hierarchy here; she's at the top of it. she's unorthodox in her affection, more likely to bite and to lick than she is to kiss, and she likes getting a rise out of her lover, a complement to her permanent ennui. thus, anything is on the table. it's fun to see you eager to get her off; it's fun to have you squirm as she gets you off. it's fun to torture you for a bit and for neither of you to get off. she likes her lovers a little bit pathetic, willing to stomach the humiliation she perceives as part and parcel of being loved by her, and nowhere is that clearer than in the bedroom.
and, while i don't usually go there, female!mako is the bottomest bottom. and a sub. she doesn't conceptualize herself as that, obviously, so when asami/korra joke(s) about her being a pillow princess in an offhanded, light-hearted way, her jaw drops to the floor and stays there. permanently.
➜ PLOT: Bolin's words cut through to your stubbornness. You were kidding yourself, using Airbending practices—an excuse to avoid doing the emotional and confrontational work needed to progress with life. So, you reassess. You get down to business, and this time, you don't forget about the girls who've been there with you since the beginning.
➜ WARNINGS: No Use of Y/n, Unique Nicknames Used For Reader, Confessions, Bolin Was Right, Finale, Barely Proofread, 3,000+ Words
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You might've promised Bolin you were going to confront your own feelings and express them, but you never said when or how long it was going to take you to do so.
Since that dinner, you eased yourself into getting refamiliar with the Krew again. You still dedicated a lot of your time training with Tenzin, but you took some hours off to go out to eat with them and sometimes took a few days off to help them with avatar stuff.
Korra and Asami were right. You were a part of Team Avatar, it didn't make sense to bail on them when you made a prior commitment to them and blow them off to do training that was supposed to make you a better member of the team.
You also took mediation more seriously.
You didn't ignore the prompts given by the leader and you didn't refuse to let yourself open up emotionally.
When the harder feelings arose during the exercises, you let them. If tears formed at the corners of your eyes, you let them stroll down your cheeks. If you felt like you had to take a bigger breath than normal, you did so. You jotted down your emotions in a journal, as susggested by both Tenzin and a few other folks in your meditation class, and found that expressing your emotions on paper was an easier way to release them from your body as opposed to talking them out.
With your newfound way to express your emotions, it was easier to practice the airbending techniques. Your arms moved similarly to a monks, the actions constantly flowing and easygoing like watching water effortlessly fall from a fountain. With your improvement, Tenzin often compliment and tell you over and over how you should’ve been an airbender, how the spirits were laughing when deciding who would or wouldn’t be an airbender after Korra opened up the spirit world.
His compliments filled you up with warmth and gratitude, replacing some of the uglier emotions like anger and jealousy that once was there.
That tightening feeling in your chest, the forming ball of hot anger that would rise when you watched Korra and Asami engage with each other was no longer there. You wanted to experience some of that, holding their hands and kissing their cheeks, but you knew that wasn’t in the cards for you. You’ve accepted. You’ve learned to adapt and now you’re moving on. Well, trying to anyway.
Because you were freer with them and made the effort to hang out with just them more, Bolin fell under the impression that you confessed and were finally dating them. Yay! You, however, were oblivious to his ways of thinking until he took you out one night to celebrate your emotional and spiritual recovery.
"Let me just say, you are glowing, Ripper," Bolin laughed into his straw, his ice clinking against the glass as he raised it for a toast. "To a healthier, happier, two-girlfriend-having you!"
You clinked your glass with his, sharing more laughs. "Thanks, Bolin, but I don't have any girlfriends."
"What?" the boy pouted through a sip, "but I thought you confessed. I thought that's why you three are all cute and couple-ly now!"
"Nope." You took a bite out of a pink frosted treat. It was round, the color of it smiliar to an almond cake, and its texture was a crunchy coating on the outside but a perfectly crumbly and soft inside. "We're just friends but I'm okay with that now."
"Oh," frowned Bolin. "Did they reject you?"
"No."
"Not want a third in their relationship?"
"Isn't that the same as rejecting?"
"Well, excuse me for trying to find out why you're not dating the two girls you've been crushing on for ages now!" Bolin threw his arms up in defeat. His wide chest heaved with radical confusion.
A few customers in the cafe glanced at you two. Most confused by his outburst and others disgusted by his sheer volume.
You hid the side of your face from onlookers and glared at Bolin. "Please. Say that a little louder," you gritted.
With a pout still on his face, Bolin apologized as he took another sip from his glass. "Wait, but, I still don't get it. If you weren't rejected, why aren't you dating?" He gasped dramatically before you could continue. "You fell out of love with them. Oh, man!" he whined, setting his glass so hard on the table that it hit the surface with a deep thump. "I was really hoping to see you guys act all cute and couple-ly soon. Watch you hold hands."
"You were gonna watch us hold hands?" you snickered. "That's a bit strange, Bolin."
"Not like, watch watch," he laughed, "but look over randomly as you three and see you holding hands or clinging onto each other during scary movers. That's what I mean."
"Well, that's very sweet but I didn't fall out of love with them."
"Huh?"
You took a sigh and a sip from your glass, the fresh tea soothed the scratchiness behind your throat and coated your nerves with a refreshing fruity ease. "I still like them. I just haven't confessed."
"What? But you should!" He slapped his palms on the table and urged forward. "You have to! You guys would be the greatest couple after Opal and I! You guys would look so cute together. You've liked them for so long!"
"Yeah, Bolin," you pushed him back with the butt of your palm to his forehead, "I know. But where we are right now with all the Avatar stuff and our personal lives, I just see my confession as something that's not a priority."
"But you could lose your chance," he dramatically wailed.
You laughed. "That's insinuating I ever had one."
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Another week's past since your and Bolin's outing. Since then, every time you would interact with Korra and Asami, personally or within the group(it didn't matter), Bolin would make sad puppy-dog eyes at you and protrude his bottom lip.
It wasn't annoying but it defiately a challenge to stop him from making the face so the two wouldn't notice and ask what was up.
There had been a few close calls. One when Mako was giving a boring debriefing, another when you five shared blimp ride and were reminisincing about earlier times, and then this time, where you had to swat at Bolin for him to finally get the hint to stop making the face.
"Ow, stop-stop it!" he complained from your side, pushing at your fast swatting hands.
"You stop it," you scolded. "Quit making that face like it's going to change anything."
"Uh, guys?" Asami called out from the makeshift circle you stood in. "Everything good?"
You two pulled yourselved off each other, retracting like the same sides of magnets being forced together. "Yeah, everything's great." You smiled brightly at Asami, which she returned.
"You sure?" Korra chuckled. "Because you guys have been doing that a lot lately. Secret glances from Bolin, scowls from you, and now the swatting--"
"--which isn't exactly new!" claimed Bolin. "I have the brusies to prove it."
You went to punch Bolin in the arm, but a mysterious gust of wind pushed your hand aside before it could make contact with his arm.
"Yeah, actually, I've been noticing that too. Is everything okay between you two?" Asami asked.
You shrugged. Another whoosh of wind swept past your ear, the air tickling your skin and whistling as it sped by. You shot Korra a suspicious glance and the airbender in question only grinned at you innocently.
"Yeah, everything's fine!" Bolin's arm wildly swung around your shoulders, pulling you into his wider frame and engulfing you with whatever cologne those movers bought him. The stench was laced with wood and something that tried to be a mix of wet forest and, well, just something that was wet. Damp, even. It wasn't the best smell that ever passed your nostrils but Bolin liked it so you didn't say anything about it.
Korra and Asami shared a sideways glance, matching eyebrows perked on the left sides of their faces. You and Bolin, mostly you, forced an innocent smile on your faces while they assessed whether or not they believed you two.
They didn't, but they'll chat with you later.
"Can we please get a move on?" grumbled Mako as he dragged his hand down his face. "We barely have enough time to sit around here and talk, let alone conspire whether or not they and Bolin have a huge, definitely ‘well-hidden’ secret up their sleeves."
You and Bolin shared an offended gasp, which Mako ignored, and Korra nodded in agreement. "Right. Let's get back on track, shall we?"
After your brief Team Avatar meeting, thanks to Mako and his important duties to Prince Wu, you gathered your things and left. Even though you were getting better at having a personal life outside of work, you still kept some aspects that intertwined your work life with your social life. For example. Once meetings were done, you would return to your previous duties or went to attend more airbending classes. You only hung out with Team Avatar after long missions, meeetings that bled into dinner time, or the rare occasion where you had the day off. It was easier for you that way.
Keeping them close but still an arm’s distance away helped keep your feelings in check. It helped you remember that you’re supposed to get over Korra and Asami, not wanting to cling onto them or spend every extra hour you could with them.
"Hey, wait up!" Korra called from across the hall. The heels clacking from behind you let you know that she wasn't alone.
You turned over your shoulder to smile at them, the two of them catching up to you fast. "Hey. Everything okay? Did we forget to talk about a certain point or?"
"No, nothing like that," Asami assured. "We've just noticed something was different today. Well, things have been different, a lot different, since that night. We're glad to have you back as a stable part of the team and we all see your growth but, we couldn't help but still miss you."
Your brows knitted together in confusion. "Miss me? What do you mean? I'm still here. I'm back, just like you said."
"Yes," she let out a chuckle that seemed more tense than she let on, "you are. But we mean in a closer sense. You're here and you're with us but it still feels like there's a wedge between us. Liking you're holding something back."
Your brows continued to push toward the center of your brow bone. Korra, sensing your confusion by the twist of your lips, spoke up with a tiny snicker. "What she means to say is that we miss you, Sharp Shooter." She swiped her fist against your shoulder. "As a friend. Not just a teammate."
"Oh, well, if you want, we can go to dinner after I finish up some paperwork? Let's plan for something later during the week, too."
"What about our impromptu hangouts?" Korra suggested with an easygoing smile. "We miss the times when you would barge into a room and make your presence known. Or times us three would sneak out midday to go eat."
"Not that I ever endorsed that," Asami piped up with an accusatory finger. Korra rolled her eyes and pushed her shoulder with her own, smile still spread across her lips.
"And yet you always seemed the most relaxed."
Asami laughed, the sweet sound releasing into the air, reminding you of shared pink lemonades and treats you picked up on the way to your picnic spot.
You have missed them. The dull ache in your chest was proof. You missed the hangouts, the sleepovers, the secrets you three would share underneath the midnight moon, but that was before Korra and Asami got together. Before seeing them share cookies made you queasy, and falling into the shadows made you feel safer. And that was before the disastrous dinner of Bolin calling you out on your feelings.
"Yeah... I've been distant. Not as much as before, but still not enough to be where we were," a soft chuckle left your lips, "Honest, the whole distant thing was because I was getting over a crush I had on the two of you."
Korra and Asami shared a glance, their expressions unreadable as they soaked up the information you dropped on them like a grenade, before their eyes lit up.
Korra was the first to speak. "You have a crush on us?" Her eyes grew more excited with each passing second, her aggressive lip-bite doing nothing to reel the buzzing feeling in.
"Had," you corrected. "I had a crush on you."
"Oh." Korra's face fell. With her eyes no longer sparkling, she turned to Asami, whose face was now scrunched with confusion—no, curiosity— No... calculation?
"You don't have one on us now?" she reiterated.
You shook your head and adjusted the heavy bag on your shoulders. "No. Not really."
"I don't believe you."
"Asami." Korra hit her with the back of her hand.
"I don't believe you. If you don't have a crush on us, then why does Bolin always make those faces around us? You're constantly giving him glares and fighting with him about something you can't seem to tell us." She kept her tone cool, piecing more bits of the puzzle as she spoke. "You're doing all of that for 'nothing'? A crush that doesn't exist anymore? Yeah, sorry,"—she didn't really mean it—"but I don't believe you."
You could try all you wanted. Give Asami all the excuses in the book, ones you thought of in dreams, and simply lie your way out of this but you knew better than that. You knew no matter what you told Asami, she would sniff out your lies and you would dig yourself a deeper hole.
You let out a defeated sigh. "Okay, so, maybe it's still a little bit there, but I swear, it's tiny." You waved your hands in defense. "That's why I'm still a bit distant. I don't want to mix my personal life with my work life so that means, I need to get over these feelings. I hope you guys—"
"—Don't get over it."
"What?"
"Asami..." Korra dragged out her name in a warning tone. "What are you doing? You're handling this like I would," she whispered.
Tilting her chin down at Korra, Asami spoke out the side of her mouth. "Maybe that's what this situation needs. I'm tired of beating around the bush and waiting for something to happen." What else was she supposed to do when the second person she loved was telling her they were trying to get over her? Get over her and her girlfriend, who only talked about them late at night?
She had to at least try something.
"We want to be a part of your personal life," Asami continued, "Even during that weird time we thought you didn't like us anymore. We still love you, as a person and your company, and now, you're trying to take that away from us? Just because you have a crush?" Asami grabbed your hands, her thumbs rubbing over your knuckles. "Who cares about that? It's not going to make anything worse because," an embarrassed laugh rippled out of her, pulling one of her hands from yours to grab Korra's, "Korra and I have a crush on you too."
The crushing weight on your shoulders from your bag didn't matter anymore. It didn't feel like it was there at all because how could you be weighed down when you feel like flying and gliding across the sky whilst dancing on a rainbow?
Korra took your stunned silence as a chance for her to speak. "Yeah, I know. Crazy," she snickered. "We're obviously better at hiding it than you are, and I'm definitely getting better at ignoring random impulses, unlike Asami..."
"...Oh, come on," she laughed at her girlfriend. "This is a one-time thing. Everything else will be further thought out from now on."
Korra gave her an assuring pat on her shoulder. "Sure, babe."
Your slackened jaw turned into a smile as you laughed at their exchange. That fuzzy feeling that consumed your body didn't leave, but redirected itself to your hands with tingles as Korra grabbed one of yours.
The three of you stood in a circle around each other with smiles spread so wide across your faces that it would leave any passerby feeling uncanny. "There's no war in Ba Sing Se" would be the phrase someone would use to describe your overly giddy smiles.
"So," chimed Korra, giving your and Asami's hands a squeeze. "How about taking a rain check on that paperwork, and we all go out to eat? As a date. If that's okay with you?"
"Sure," you beamed at them. "I'm sure I can spare one night of not doing work."
"Oh, goodie. We're spared." Korra took the bag off your shoulder and slung it across her own, her snark not going unnoticed by you. "How grateful are we."
"Oh, shut up," you laughed. The three of you resumed your walk down the hallway. "And I can carry my own bag. Give it here."
"Absolutely not." She swung the bag and her arm, which Asami swiftly dodged, away from your grabby hand. "It was killing me watching you carry it. This thing is almost double your size. What are you doing carrying it?"
You gave a lienant shrug as you still reached for the bag. "I don't know. I was going home from a meeting when these two girls asked me out. That ring a bell?"
"Plenty," she scoffed. "But our first order as a couple is giving you a bag better for your workload."
"Oh!" Asami beamed, a proud gleam shone across her features. "I could design one. One with many pockets, durable vegan leather with a deluxe shine that combats and repels moisture and oils. We could even get your initials engraved or embossed in the fabric for an extra personal touch."
"Who said we were already a couple?" you teased. Your lips grew into a grin as Asami and Korra's faces scrunched and curled. "I don't remember being asked, and this is only our first date. Do you think I'm someone who doesn't like to be wooed?"
With a "gentle" flick to your ear, Korra snorted. "Touché, Sharp Shooter. We'll woo you first and then ask you to be our partner, but either way, you're getting a new bag."
Satisfied, you three loaded into one of the docked boats off the coast of the island. "Sure. That sounds like a plan to me."
"Good," sighed Asami as she began to prepare the boat for departure. "Because we weren't going to take no for an answer."
Now settled against the cushy backings of the seats, you draped your arms over the tops of them while Korra and Asami began the departure for your personal boat.
It wasn't easy getting here, and it took a lot of emotional growth to, but you finally figured out the answer to the question that hung over your head for years now.
Korra and Asami, were you jealous or attracted to them?
Attracted. You were, without a doubt, attracted to both of them, and luckily, they were attracted to you too.
listen, i love women and wanted more wlw content SO i wrote some!!
this is my first time writing smut or really writing at all so pls be nice :,)
TAGS/WARNINGS:
!!! MINORS DNI !!! fingering, oral, praise(i guess?), sweet lil ending, dirty talk, no use of y/n, incredibly self indulgent, wlw, boobs abound, porn with no plot, not great grammar but properly capitalized!!
1,074 words - about a 4ish min read :)
You can’t help the shuddering whine that leaves your body when she lets the mixture of her spit and your wetness drip from that perfect mouth of hers down to your clit.
And you swear you’d sell your soul to her when she tells you to open your mouth before lapping it back up. Obeying her request, you stick your tongue out with your jaw open as wide as possible.
Her eyes are piercing you as she spits into your waiting mouth. “Be a good girl and swallow all of it for me, ok?” She purrs, her hand moving to cup your jaw.
Swallowing and opening your mouth, you show that you’ve left no evidence. Humming, she makes her way back down between your thighs, holding your gaze.
Her fingers find their way to your slick entrance, teasing your hole before fully entering you. The groan that leaves you is echoed by her own before she puts her lips around your clit sucking lightly. Her fingers curling, making you arch your back, pushing yourself further into her mouth.
When you look down, you almost cum from the heavenly sight between your legs. Her face is flushed, her eyes closed with a blissed-out expression, and her hair falling slightly, sticking to her forehead.
Reaching down, you run your fingers through her hair to move it from her face. She shivers and looks up at you, lust dripping from her eyes as she adds another finger and increases her pace.
The way she was circling your clit with her tongue and pumping her fingers inside you was almost too much. Your hands still in her hair tighten; she was hitting that sweet spot every time she thrusts her fingers deep inside you. Her free hand snakes up your body, reaching your chest and teasing your nipple.
“Ff-fuck, I'm gonna cum,” you manage to get out. She hums against your cunt and moves her hand from your chest to around your waist as she continues her ministrations. The wet and slurping sounds send you over the edge.
Opening your mouth in a silent scream, you release her hair and grip the sheets, her arm holding your bucking hips down. Looking up at you, she continues to fuck her fingers into your weeping pussy while enjoying the fucked-out look on your face.
Removing herself from between your slick-covered thighs, she crawls on top of you, straddling you once again. Her nipples are poking through her thin top, and you can see a wet spot on her underwear.
Before you can even ask, she takes her top off, throws it behind her, and skillfully shimmies out of her panties while staying on top of you.
The feeling of her wet cunt pressed against you has you gripping her hips, a small whine falling past your lips.
“Mmmmm, so needy for me. I’m sure you can tell I’m feeling the same way.” She basically purrs while she grabs your tits and leans forward to kiss you. Her lips pressing into yours with frantic energy, her tongue sliding across your lips, asking for entrance. Opening, you let her tongue explore your mouth, sloppy, wet, and perfect.
Sliding one of your hands from her hip to between your bodies, you find her bundle of nerves. Your fingers circled it a few times before slipping inside her. She moans into your mouth as she grinds down on your hand, her slick coating your fingers and dripping down your wrist.
Her hand moves behind your head, pulling you closer and deepening the kiss. more beautiful moans pouring into your mouth as you work your fingers inside her with your thumb, deftly playing with her clit.
As her moans become more high-pitched, you stop, earning a groan from her. The pout on her face as she pulls away from your lips is heartbreakingly cute; it’s unfair for someone to be this breath-taking.
“Please sit on my face; I need more of you.” You plead before she can say anything. The flutter of shock that goes across her face for a brief second warms your heart before she smiles down at you.
“Since you asked so nicely, how could I refuse?” Hooking your arms under her thighs, you help her move up your body until her heat is over your mouth. cursing under your breath, you swear you’ve never seen a more perfect pussy. You lick from her opening to her clit sending a shudder through her and earning a contented sigh.
She starts grinding her hips, pressing down harder against your mouth. You groan against her pussy as you lap at her dripping heat. Her fingers find their way to your hair, tangling and pulling while angelic sounds pour from her mouth.
The grinding of her hips becomes faster and her thighs start twitching unintentionally. Tightening your grip around her, you let her use your mouth. “Mmmff baby, your tongue is so good. Do you like the way I taste?” She asks, lowering her burning eyes to you. All you could manage was a muffled hum, a strained nod, and a firmer grip to her ass.
Her thighs were starting to squeeze tighter around your head, and you know she’s close. You reach up your free hand to play with her chest, rolling and pinching her nipple; it sends her over the edge. Fingers pulling from your tangled hair, she shudders forward, her hands falling to the headboard. A squeaky "fuck" falls past her lips.
You slurp up all she has to give you and give a gentle kiss to her sensitive bud. She moves herself down your body, lining her lips up to yours. This kiss isn’t as frantic but has just as much, if not more, energy behind it. Her hands move to cup your face. “You’re perfect. I’m not sure how I’ve gone this long without you, my dear.” Her voice is soft, and the longing in her eyes is sure to feed your soul for years.
“You won’t have to suffer my absence any longer. I never want to know a life without you.” You reply, a gentle smile playing upon your lips as you rest your hands upon her plush thighs.
Leaning down, her petal lips brush against yours once more before she shifts her weight beside you. The two of you fall asleep, all comfortably tangled limbs and breathing falling in and out of sync while the night passes.
F, M & GN reader | every scenario without the readers gender being specified is Gender Neutral.
Bolin, on the phone with Mako: Mako, I need you to come pick me up.
Mako: Why?
Bolin: Y/n is busy passive-aggressively doing the dishes they asked me to do 6 hours ago.
Bolin: This house is not safe anymore.
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Mako: Hey, whats for dinner?
Bolin: I cant tell you, its a soup-rise.
Mako: Is it soup?
Y/n: We soup-ose is could be.
Mako: Enough with the soup puns you two.
Bolin: Aww, you never soup-port our jokes.
[Five minutes later]
Mako: It was fucking tacos.
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Mako: The stars look really pretty tonight.
Y/n: Yeah, they do.
Mako: You know who else looks pretty tonight?
Y/n: Asami.
Mako, at the same time: Korra.
Y/n: What?
Mako: What?
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Toph: Do you do anything other than whine like a little bitch?
Y/n: Sometimes I whine like a BIG bitch.
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Mako, not looking up from his book: What did she(Kuvira) do now?
Y/n: SHE SMILED!
Mako: At you?
Y/n: No, at her dumb friends, but she looks like an angel.
Mako: Go away, Y/n.
Y/n: Shut up, I watched you pine after Korra while in a relationship with Asami.
Mako: Go on.
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Korra: We can bake these cookies at 400 degrees for 10 minutes or 4,000 degrees for 1 minute.
Lin: That’s not how you make cookies.
Y/n: FLOOR IT!
Bolin: How about 4,000,000 degrees for 1 second?
Lin: yOURE GONNA BURN THE HOUSE DOWN!!
Korra: IM GONNA HARVEST THE POWER OF THE FUCKING SUN TO MAKE COOKIES!!
Y/n&Bolin: DO IT!
Lin: NO-
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Korra: I’m small, but knowing.
Tall!Y/n: You dont be knowing what the top of a shelf looks like though.
Korra: …
Tall!Y/n: …
Korra: Bitch.
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Bolin and Mako watching Y/n from a distance chase a squirrel.
Bolin: Thats the person I see myself married to in the future.
Bolin: Thoughts?
Mako: …
Bolin: …
Mako: ..and prayers, bro.
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Y/n: My autistic friend(book 1 zuko) is my favourite person on the planet. I asked if he would still be friends with me if I got a mullet and without looking up he said “we are not friends” like ok bestie.
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Korra: Theres only one thing worse than losing.
[Tips over paper saying ‘losing Y/n’]
Y/n: Me.
Korra: No-
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Y/n: Are you sure you’re ok?
Zuko, crying: Yeah, it’s just these onions, man.
Y/n: …
Zuko: …
Y/n: Those are potatoes.
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[Asami, puts on chapstick]
Y/n: What flavour is that?
Asami: oh its [chapstick flavour].
Y/n: Lemme taste.
Asami: Sure.
[hands chapstick]
Y/n, kisses Asami
Y/n: Shit it does actually taste like [Chapstick flavour].
[Asami blushing like crazy]
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Y/n: Aang, why do good people die young?
Aang: When you are in a garden full of flowers, which one do you pick?
Y/n: The ugly ones.
Aang: Exactly- wait wait what, why?
Y/n: Because ugly bitches dont belong in my garden.
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Toph: Hi, im your doctor today, I’ll be drawing your blood as soon as I’m done with my capri sun.
[Misses the hole four times before finally getting the straw in]
[Y/n, sweats profusely]
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Sokka: I have the sharpest memory, name one time I forgot something.
Y/n: You forgot me and Suki back in the fire nation 3 weeks ago.
Sokka: I did that on purpose, try again.
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Y/n: Listen to me, love is a scam.
Bolin: You’re making a valentines card for Mako right now.
Y/n, points glue gun at him: You’re on thin fuckin ice.
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Zuko: Whats with the napkin on the glass door?
Y/n: Aang keeps walking into the glass door, so I thought this might help.
Legend of Korra request: Korra and Asami dating the same M!S/O and not caring what anyone thinks about it please.
Asami : Sighs... What a great day to have good hair....
⛈️Storms and raining sounds can be heard from outside⛈️
M!Reader : Aww, don't beat yourself like that Asami... Tomorrow you'll definitely get to show off this gorgeous hair of yours!
Asami : Chuckles... Thanks for the optimism sweetheart....
[Reveals Asami sitting on a bunch of pillows on the floor In front of the bed while Y/N laying himself down on the front row of the bed doing asami's hair]
M!Reader : seriously where's Korra with the snacks? It's almost been an hour–
[Suddenly Korra viciously opens the door with snacks in hand and an annoyed expression]
[Y/N and Asami stares at her with surprised expressions]
Asami : .....
M!Reader : .....
Asami : Should we say something–
M!Reader : Yeah we should-Hey Korra! Something wrong?......Oh no are the snacks expired!!?
Asami : I could've sworn the snack booth always keeps them fresh...
Korra : No it's not that! Uuuggh...
[Korra sits on the side of the bed, Korra throws the snacks onto Y/N's back]
[M!Reader thought 💭]
Cheese flavour!✨—
M!Reader : But Uhh... Something wrong? You usually make that face when you're annoyed
Korra : What face...
[Shows Korra looking in their direction with an uneasy annoyed expression]
M!Reader : .......
Asami : that one....
Korra : "Those" people....
Asami : Oh Korra....
M!Reader : Uhh? "Those" people? Wait what does that mean aga–Ooooooh...
M!Reader : you didn't take it personal right?
Korra : Of course not! I could care less about what people think of our relationship trust me! They were just being annoying that's all
M!Reader : Trust me those people are more annoying than skunk beetles!
Korra : more than badger frogs when they see you as a threat!
Asami : Chuckles Well we're both glad you didn't take it personally korra
M!Reader : Yeah I know right! Cause we would thought you would do something drastic like–
"Help! Somebody!"
"We're stuck! somebody help!"
[Asami and Y/N slyly stare down outside the window to see two people trapped inside a rock box but with their head the only one sticking out]
[Y/N and Asami stares back at Korra completely dead panned while Korra starts chuckling nervously]
