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[beifong-brainrot]

Softlaunching my "Suyin and Baatar Sr were friends with benefits in the initial stages of building Zaofu before they actually started dating" agenda

[xdiana97x]

DISCLAIMER!

Hey everyone, this little one shot is based on @mashersan 's comic „Young Kuvira“ and you all should definitely read it and especially read it to the act 6 „Awareness“ chapter 3. Because this plays after it, between end of chapter 3 and before 4!!! I also added some screenshot from the chapter, just as a little reminder and eye candy for what Suyin was dreaming.

I don’t own the characters, they’re original work of the creators from The legend of Korra. I also don’t own the ideas of the comic „Young Kuvira“ from Mashersan. I just wanted to share a little idea I had in my mind what maybe happened after Suyin waked up from her wet dream.

Have fun!

"Oh spirits!"

The room was bathed in the soft glow lights from outside filtering through the sheer curtains, casting ethereal patterns on the walls. Suyin stirred, her body still warm from the remnants of the dream that had awakened her. Kuvira’s presence lingered in her mind, vivid and tantalizing, as if the younger woman’s touch still lingered on her skin. The dream had been intense, a whirlwind of desire and surrender, and Suyin found herself unable to shake the longing it had stirred within her. With her husband in the bed, with Kuvira away on a business trip, she felt a bit overwhelmed with the situation.Especially that Kuvira was part of this dream. She shifted, her hand instinctively drifting to her chest, where her heart still raced from the dream’s aftermath. The negligee she wore clung to her curves, but it felt restrictive, a barrier between her and the sensations she craved. With a soft sigh, Su sat up, her fingers deftly untying the delicate straps of the garment. It slid off her shoulders, pooling around her waist before she kicked it aside, leaving her bare under the cool night air. Her skin prickled with anticipation as she lay back down, her gaze fixed on the ceiling, her mind still replaying the dream.

Her hands moved of their own accord, as if guided by an unseen force. They traced the contours of her body, starting with her breasts, which were full and heavy in her palms. Her nipples pebbled under her touch, hardening as she squeezed and kneaded the soft flesh. A soft moan escaped her lips, the sound echoing faintly in the quiet room. But she stopped, noticed that the breathing of her husband changed. She waited a while until his snoring continued . Then the fingers of the matriarch trailed downward, over her stomach, her navel, until they reached the juncture of her thighs. Her core was already damp, her body responding eagerly to her own touch. „ What have she done to me… this child…. stop she isn’t anymore a innocent kid…“

Su continued what she started and parted her legs slightly, for granting herself better access. Her fingers glided over her folds, teasing the sensitive flesh before slipping inside. She gasped at the wetness she encountered, her body betraying just how deeply the dream had affected her. She began to move her fingers in slow, deliberate strokes, her breath quickening as pleasure built within her. Her clit, already throbbing, was next, her thumb circling it gently before applying firmer pressure. The dual stimulation sent shivers through her, her hips arching subtly as she sought more. „What ever… its all ready to late…“ Suyin ignored her morals. Her body started to craved for something more.The matriarch’s gaze flickered to the nightstand, where a dildo lay within easy to reach. It was made out of metal, easy to shape in every form Su wants , and it had become a trusted companion especially because Baatar is not anymore this passionate as he was as they both where younger. With a determined motion, she bending it over and her fingers closing around the cool, smooth surface.

She positioned the dildo at her entrance, teasing herself with the tip before slowly pushing it inside. Her eyes closed as she relived the dream, Kuvira’s commanding presence filling her mind. The dildo slid deeper, filling her in a way her fingers couldn’t. Her passion grew with each thrust, her movements becoming more urgent as she sought the familiar warmth of her G-spot. When she found it, a jolt of pleasure shot through her, her body tensing as she began to ride the wave of her impending climax. Her fingers on her clit worked in tandem with the dildo’s rhythm, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. The room seemed to shrink around her, the world narrowing to the sensations coursing through her body. She whispered Kuvira’s name, the sound a plea and a promise, as her orgasm crested. Her pussy pulsed around the piece of metal , her muscles clenching and releasing in a rhythm that seemed to echo the beat of her heart. Her clit throbbed under her touch, sending sparks of pleasure through her, until she was left trembling, her body spent and sated.

Suyin lay still for a moment because Baatar mumbled something in the sleep , she stopped to breath until he moved arround and turns his back to her, the dildo is still inside her, her fingers lax at her side. The aftermath of her climax washed over her, leaving her exhausted and exhilarated. Slowly, she removed the toy, setting it aside with a soft clatter. She rolled onto her side, pulling the blanket over her naked body, the fabric a comforting weight against her skin. Her mind drifted back to Kuvira, to the way the younger woman’s presence seemed to fill every corner of her world, even in her absence.As she snuggled into the blanket, a faint smile played on her lips. And though the younger woman was miles away, Suyin felt her presence as strongly as ever, a silent promise of the reunion to come. For now, she was content to drift off to sleep, her body sated, her heart full, and her mind already anticipating the moment Kuvira would return. The room fell silent once more, only Baatars snoring is to hear . Outside, the dome started to open and the morning sun shines slowly in the master bedroom . A while later, Baatar waked up, the eyes on his wife noticing that she is naked because the blanked didn’t covered her completely. His hand touching her shoulder, Suyin flinched a bit „w…what?“ , „ Why are you naked my dear?“ he looked at her and tried to touch her again. The matriarch only yawned „ Not now Baatar… I am to tired…“ then she pulled the blanket back and turned her back to him. He let out a disappointed noise , standing up and left the room. Suyin let out a deep breath , blocking her thoughts and fall asleep once again. Not knowing how confused her husband is.

[kyalinprodigy]

Sutar! One of underrated couple of tlok💞

I'd like to say they're the most healthiest couple in The Legend of Korra the way Baatar stayed Suyin's side no matter what

Headcanon: They definitely dance together if they have time or in the middle of the night dancing in their own little world

Ngl i see them dancing in 'Sway' by Michael Buble or rather Sway reminds me of them 🤧

I LOVE THESE COUPLE SM NGL I SEE THEM AS MY PARENTS!

w and w/o color! :3 hope you enjoy this little art of mine :3

[nyamadermont]

1 ⧽. if you could sit down and finish any one of your wips without anything stopping you (time, tiredness, etc), which fic would you choose? tell us about it if you want!

👁👄👁

I’d like to finish I Need You to See, a gift for the lovely @slowdissolve.

Baatar has gotten dragged three quarters of the way across the Earth Kingdom, Su is ecstatic, but he still doesn’t truly know why…

[wishingforatypewriter]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Once the construction got underway, Suyin started leaving. The first time she disappeared without word, Baatar had entered an acute state of panic, pacing up and down the campsite in the valley and the halls of the Gaoling estate, politely urging the Beifongs to contact the authorities and report her missing. But Su’s grandparents had merely sat on their zitan wood dais, sipping plum wine, wholly unbothered by the question of her whereabouts. 

“Oh, she does that sometimes, dear,” Lady Poppy said with a sympathetic smile. “She’ll be back when she’s ready.” 

“Like an alley cat when it runs out of food,” Lord Lao grumbled. 

As he continued with his designs of the city proper, Baatar kept one eye on the horizon, waiting for her the way crops await the rain.  

When she returned in her little green jeep more than a week later, there was a massive convoy of platinum following behind her. She walked up to the building site, smiling like a victorious general fresh from battle, and threw her arms around him. 

“Missed me?” she purred into his ear, and Baatar’s collar felt suddenly tight around his neck. 

“Um, Su, w-where did you get all this platinum?” 

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to.” 

[kyabeifongx]

🎶it’s that time of year when I get back on my bullshit to escape the seasonal depression, howdy y’all 🎶

[suviratrashblog]

College au Baatar Sr. texting Su after getting his semester evaluations and asking her what a dilf is

[bolin-san]

My Father's Legacy

Written for Baatar Jr Appreciation Week Day 4: Expectations

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Chew with your mouth closed. Sit up straight.

Study.

Don't speak unless spoken to. Wear your best clothes. Always be professional.

Study.

Say "please" and "thank you." Wash your hands and comb your hair. Tidy up your room, and always, always, treat a lady with respect.

That was all. That was his life in a nutshell. For him, at least. The firstborn son to the wealthy Zaofu matriarch and her brilliant husband, who rarely, if ever, can keep much of a conversation. It wasn't enough that Suyin named him after his father; he was practically the spitting image of him too. A replica, perhaps. An exact, carbon copy who did nothing besides sit in his room all day reading books filled with numbers and symbols, only to occasionally have the opportunity to walk outside for twenty minutes or so to get a bit of fresh air.

He takes in a huge whiff through his nostrils. Ah, yes....this is better.... The scent of the moon flowers sprouting up in his mother's flower bed beyond the meteorite garden filled his senses. Spring was finally here. Most people didn't realize, or even had the slightest knowledge of how cold it could actually get in Zaofu during the winter time. When you live right next to a large mountain range, anything can-

And there she was.

The beauty that fell from the heavens to his doorstep just a few years ago; she was practically a gift. And what luck had Raava bestowed upon him to have such a lovely Earth Kingdom flame in his presence. What would he have given to be with her for the rest of his life.....

But she wasn't rich. She had no family and she didn't come from money. Two big "no-noes" from mother. Su was doing her a favor - letting her stay under her roof until she made the decision to go on her own once she came of age. Given that she wasn't doing so hot getting along with the Beifongs, except for Baatar of course, it was inevitable at this point.

Kuvira.... A name so sweet, yet so potent with power. How could someone, as beautiful as her, get dumped on the side of the road? She definitely was a feisty one, he had to admit. At first, she was skeptical of him, not knowing whether or not he'd push her away just as his sister had. All it took was a small piece of an egg custard tart that he stole from the kitchen to give to her upon finding her crying outside in the meteorite garden on her first night at the estate to make her trust him.

They were close, but still had to keep their distance from each other somewhat so Su wouldn't get any wrong ideas. In her eyes, Kuvira was an unsuitable bride. She was just a restless child with a whole lot of strength and ambition that needed to be nurtured. Suyin wanted all her children to fall in love and have offspring of their own, but only with the right people.

"Jr.! Jr., shouldn't you be studying right now?!" His mother shouts in a stern voice as she walks briskly towards him. Baatar whips his head around in fright. She didnt seem amused in the slightest. "Also, your father has been looking everywhere for you! What're you doing out-" She looks beyond him out into the flower bed and spots the very person he was gawking at. Shaking her head in disapproval, Su then grabs her son by the ear and drags him back into the house.

As soon as they reached her study, she plopped him down onto the chair in front of her desk and started barking at him. "You know better! I told you to stay away from her Jr.! She's my pupil - not your love interest! And I hope you haven't kissed her yet?!"

Baatar let out a deep sigh. "No Mother. I haven't. And besides, I'm thirteen. Why can't I kiss a girl?"

"She's not your type! I'm afraid she'll only hurt you...."

"Why can't I be the judge of that?"

"Because you're too young to understand what love truly is!" She caught her breath immediately as she watched her husband walk in through the brass doors of her study.

He looked completely confused at the situation already taking place. "Su? What's going on here? I heard yelling. Is everything alright?" Baatar silently thanked the Spirits for his father's presence, saving him from his mother's temperament.

She regained her composure before responding to his questions. "Everything's fine Baatar. No need to worry. I've got it all under control. Jr. here was just getting a little distracted with things other than his studies...." She eyeballs her son with that "I'm not taking any of your shit" look she usually threatened people with.

All her husband could say was "Oh," before turning his attention toward his son, seeming a bit troubled, but skeptical of his behavior. "Jr., is this true? We talked about this, didn't we?" There was that awkward moment of silence again; anytime his father changed the inflection of his voice, Baatar knew he was bound to be in deep shit. Probably one of the scariest things he's ever encountered in his entire life so far was Baatar Sr. getting upset. Violently upset. He's only ever been yelled at by him once. The first being a couple years ago when he accidentally broke one of the models for his father's maglev project that he'd been working on for a long time. Su tended to get angry and go haywire more often than not, but at the end of the day, it was nothing compared to the level of crazy his father could get. Underneath that usually calm, tranquil exterior, a madman laid dormant.

Baatar looked away from him and frowned. "Yes Father. We have."

"Then why don't you listen to us Jr.?"

"You know we have rules." Su piped in.

"And we expect you to follow them. We're trying to prepare you for the real world. Your schooling is important." His father continued.

"We want you to go to Ba Sing Se University. It's what we always wanted for you. It's your destiny." There she goes, adding more fuel to the fire now. Does she ever stop talking?

"I'm sorry if you have to stay in your room all the time, but it pays off. Trust me. You'll learn more from me than some of those teachers at a regular school. I just wish you'd appreciate the opportunity you have here more."

"You're a smart boy. You'll succeed and do well. You just need to show us that you care just as much as we do." But what if I don't care? Where's my opinion come into play? It's not fair. Why can't they just let me do whatever I want sometimes? Opal, Huan, and the twins don't have to deal with this pressure. So why do I? I wish they'd just listen to me sometimes for Raava's sake! It's like they don't care! It's always about what they want! Why should I have to live up to Dad’s legacy?!

Infuriated, Baatar Jr. jolts up from his seat and walks right out of his mother's study, returning to his own room. Slamming the door behind him, and now in the recluse that his small, dim-lit box-shaped bedroom offered him, he takes a deep breath in through his nostrils and out again. After about a moment or two of total silence, he then commenced his release of all that anger and frustration bottled up inside him from all the years gone by, throwing his books and graphing paper and other academic resources out of the window. Loose-leafs with small design sketches and multiple equations on them were all crumpled up into a ball and thrown this way and that across the room. Knick-knacks on his work desk were cast aside as well, without even thinking twice about them in the first place - things that he didn't intentionally mean to chuck at the walls behind him but did anyway out of sheer rage.

Just when he was in the middle of his existential crisis, he heard a soft knock at his door. Baatar placed his desk chair back down to its proper place after coming so close to wanting to throw that across the room as well, and went over to meet his unexpected visitor. Upon opening the door, he came face-to-face with his little sister. She bends her head to the side slightly to get a better visual of the state his room was in, causing him to blush with embarrassment in the process. “Opal,” he began, “What are you doing here? Do you need anything?” He scratches his head a bit, not sure of how he should go about explaining to his younger sibling how his room got that way in the first place. 

"How come you're making all that noise in your room? Are you upset? What happened?" She questions in curiosity. There was almost no point in explaining his predicament to her; she wouldn't really understand what he was going through. She was only nine years old anyway. And what were the odds that she'd leave right at this moment to holler down the hall for their parents' attention? She'd cause a frenzy saying things like "Big brother trashed his room," or "Big brother is really angry and I think he needs help." In a way, Opal was just like her mother - always making a big deal out of everything. Then again, that bad temperament seemed to run in the family. But no, Jr.....sweet, sweet, intelligent little Jr., wasn't allowed to show his emotions or get angry like a normal person would, because he was supposed to be just like his father - a man so calm and collected it seemed as if he had little to no emotion at all. Just sit back and keep quiet. Do what your father does. Maybe if you don't make much of a scene and stay behind him in his shadow all the time, no one will notice you and question your ability to earthbend or not. The embarrassment and the wierd stares aren't needed. It makes mother look bad to important visitors and guests. We wouldn't want that, now would we?

As much love and affection Baatar understood that his mother had for his father, he still couldn't understand why she expected so much out of him - to be the second Baatar in her life. It was practically maddening.

Sometimes he wished he could just run away from it all. Run away from all the money and the family clout that barred him from having the opportunity to show others who he really was on the inside; his true worth and true self. For one day, all he wants is to be free. Free from the bondage of his books, free from being overcast by his father's shadow, free from all the guilt of not being good enough, free from the frustration of not being a bender burning on his mother's conscience, and free from all the outlandish displays of perfection and lies this city seemed to boast under all that metal.

It was all a facade. A facade to not only make his mother look good and eliminate all the sketchy shit she'd done on the side lines, but to uphold the Beifong reputation; and with that reputation, came great expectations. As the firstborn son of a renowned architect and the queen of a thriving city-state and heiress to an enormous fortune, he was expected to carry on that legacy, or at least, support it. Suyin wouldn't want the title of "matriarch" to fade away just because she handed over the throne to a man; she had her own legacy to protect as well. Why would she pass on her role as leader to a boy who couldn't even earthbend and wasn't a female in general? No, such an honor had to be bestowed at least upon his sister, if no one else. Then again, he knew very well that she had doubts about that too. Her hushed whispers behind a locked door at night with his father made it seem so.

So then, what was his purpose? To act as a living reminder of who and what Baatar Beifong Sr. was, once he was dead and gone off to the Spirit World? To carry on a legacy that his father had already started and cemented into the history books?

No, he had to forge his own path. Not play the puppet on someone else's strings. Someday, he'll make his mark on the world, by doing something no one's ever done before. He was smart just like his father - a natural-born inventor - but he'd be better at it.

It was only just a matter of time before he met his true destiny.