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hole inspection
taking Lin’s strap (pretend the strap is metal)
video for the private photo album
making a mess on her fingers
you’re her passenger princess
pleasing Lin when she’s stressed
bouncing on her strap
getting fucked on the counter
Lin finds it amusing that you can barely take her entirely
you’re a desperate slut for her
creaming all over her fingers
grinding on her thigh
scissoring after work
scissoring pt2
disciplining you
A/N :: I need her so badly I had to hold myself back from adding more links because genuinely I need her and I NEED to call her mommy and get fucked dumb on her strap
content: 18+ nsfw, smut, wife!reader, masturbation, brat taming, spanking, hand cuff usage, strap (briefly referred to as cock once), mommy kink.
summary: it’s been weeks since lin last touched you, and it’s getting unbearable, especially since you’re ovulating. but lin doesn’t take kindly to your bratty shenanigans.
wc: 2.3k // requested !! there’s no plot.
lin beifong was known for being a very strict, responsible woman.
everybody in the republic was well aware of that, and so were you.
as the chief of police, she hardly left room for any rule-breaking or rebellion.
so.. why did you think that being her wife meant she’d let you get away with it?
poor little you.
you should have known better.
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you relentlessly tossed around in your bed, worked up and horny. it was already past midnight, and your wife wasn’t home yet. you whined into the pillows, shamefully grinding your hips against the mattress.
for an entire week now, lin would stay cooped up in her office until the depths of night — sometimes even all night — often coming back to find you either asleep or too drowsy to hold a proper conversation.
the most you’d ever get from her was a brief exchange during breakfast, and you couldn’t even make up half her words with her mouth stuffed full of the meal you’d lovingly prepared for her.
and more often than not, the plate would stay unfinished, and a quick peck would be pressed to your cheek before sprinting off to work.
something about a criminal on the loose, or whatever.
you huffed, rolling over and stretching your fingers out to gaze at your wedding ring. you were her wife; that was way more important than stupid work!
you just wanted a little bit of attention from her, some sort of acknowledgment — anything! anything was better than whatever this stage of your relationship was.
you grab her pillow, bringing it to your nose and letting out a soft moan. the smell was faint but enough; hints of her shampoo mixed with her body odor.
it’d been almost over two weeks since lin touched you, and currently ovulating didn’t help your case either. even the brush of your peaked nipples against the sheets through your flimsy night gown coaxed pathetic whimpers out of you.
the sound of a notification stops your dry humping, snapping you out of your lovely fantasies as you reach for your phone on the bedside table.
you perk up when you read your wife’s name.
“Sorry, darling. It’s looking like a rough night again. Will probably be back by sunrise. Please forgive me, sweetheart. I promise to make it up to you soon. Be good and don’t stay up too late, alright? Love you.”
your grip tightens around your phone, features twisting into an angry frown. it was always, always the same thing. empty promises about making it up to you that she’d been repeating for ages, and the day never came.
you were so fucking mad.
but when your eyes drift to her profile picture next to her text, you chew on your bottom lip, thighs squeezing together.
gods, you needed her so badly.
you lay on your side, phone propped up in your left hand as your right slides under your gown and into your panties. you’re about to touch yourself, eyes set on your wife’s irresistibly hot face, when another notification pops up.
it’s another message from lin.
“Darling? You left me on seen. Is everything alright? I trust you’re not upset with me. You know I don’t like it when you don’t reply back to me. It gets me worried.”
you scoff. she wasn’t coming back to you, and she still had the nerve to demand a reply from you?
your thumb accidentally grazes your clit and you gasp again, louder this time. your eyes flutter shut, torn between tossing your phone away and taking care of your needs, or sending back a proper reply.
oh.
an idea pops into your mind, and you decide to slide the device lower. who said you had to only pick one?
if she wanted a reply, she was about to get one.
you lift up your dress, angling your phone to catch your already wet pussy in all its glory. you press record, and tug the damp panties to the side, moaning your wife’s name as two delicate fingers smudge the drooling slick over the entirety of your needy folds to lube them up, and you mewl at the sight of your sweet cunt stretching on camera when you finally push them in.
you slightly wince at how tight you are, your poor pussy so neglected for the past weeks. you settle for rubbing fast circles on your clit, which doesn‘t fail to drag filthy mewls out of you as your back arches off the bed.
you don’t want to make the video too long, so you hazily fumble for the ‘send’ button, before throwing your phone away and focusing back on chasing your orgasm.
it felt so good, and all you could think about was lin’s fingers doing the job themselves.
lost in pleasure, you pay no mind to the flurry of notifications flooding your phone.
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you sigh, a big relieved smile on your face as you melt into the sheets, sprawled on your back, your worries shoved to the back of your mind after your climax.
until you hear the fumbling of keys, that is.
what the fuck?
you quickly sit up, panicked, eyes sweeping the room to find your phone on the edge of the bed.
you check the time.
it wasn‘t even 1AM, and lin said she’d be busy all night. who could this be? a break-in!? surely not—
your heart drops to your gut when you see the tons of unread texts from her on your lockscreen. with your shaky grasp, you can only manage to read the last one.
“Made me cut the meeting short. You’ll regret that.”
you don’t even dare look up from your screen when the bedroom door creaks open, your body locked in place when you hear that extremely, painfully familiar low thudding of her steps towards you.
oh, she was mad.
you slowly — very slowly — look up at her, phone slipping off your trembling hands, and you’re met with that silent, stern glare of hers, her arms crossed.
she looked so calm, and that’s how you knew you were done for. you could piss yourself any moment now.
you swallow thickly. “l-lin—”
“no,” she shushes you with a deceptively gentle press of her index against your mouth. “i don’t want to hear another word from you. not a single one. am i clear, sweet, stupid girl?”
your lips quiver under her gaze, and as ordered, you keep quiet and simply nod.
“good.” she steps back, metalbending her belt off and tossing a heavy pair of handcuffs on the bed next to you, which in turn makes your eyes widen. she gives you a final, disappointed stare, “i’ll be back. i want you naked, on all fours, patiently waiting for me by then. understood?”
she leaves and you frantically scramble into position, heart racing as you make quick work of your night gown, crawling to the center of the bed on all fours.
you were already regretting your stupid stunt.
seriously, she brought home actual cuffs? lin beifong — the most devoted and duty-bound workaholic in the entire republic — ditched work for you?
yeah. good luck walking next week.
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the bed dips under her weight, and you flush with embarrassment at how she just quietly sits behind you, taking in the sight of you so vulnerable and exposed.
and there’s nothing you can do about it.
you try to slightly close your legs, feeling shy at the amount of exposure, when a sharp smack lands on your ass.
you squeak, startled, before another one finds your other ass cheek.
“keep them open.” her rough hands rub over the spanked skin, before drifting lower to spread your thighs, “and i said, don’t make a sound.”
you nod weakly, fingers curling around the sheets, heart throbbing as hard as your pussy.
“i thought you were my good girl.” lin sighs, caressing the plush side of your thigh as her other hand reaches for the cuffs. “did you forget your place in my absence?”
your breath catches in your throat when she lowers herself over you, her clothed chest against your bare back; she was still in uniform.
she nips at your ear, “i should arrest you, you know. for indecent exposure.”
you gasp softly when cool metal finds your pretty wrists, bringing them to rest against the small of your back, the lack of arm support causing your head to gently plop into your pillow.
“how long was that video you sent me?” she asks, tender rubs on your hips that you’d easily mistake for loving if not for your current situation. you swallow, unsure of whether to speak or not.
you whimper when she pinches your waist, “answer me.”
“i..” you try to reply, but your brain is too scrambled to form even one coherent thought, much less remember. “i-i’m sorry, i don’t know.”
“of course you don’t,” she spreads your cheeks wider, gazing at your still drooling slit from your earlier activities.
she scoffs, a harsh slap landing between your swollen pussy lips, earning a startled squeal from you, “but i know. it was twenty seconds.”
you sniffle, knees already shaking, and nod into the pillow. “y-yes mommy.”
“that means,” she feels up the back of your thighs to the swell of your backside again. “you’ll count up to twenty for me.”
every cell in your body screamed for you to negotiate, fight back, explain yourself — but you knew better than to question lin’s discipline.
she gives you an experimental tap, “and you’ll thank me after each one. mess up once, and we start over from scratch. and i’m sure you wouldn’t want that. right, baby?”
you bury your face deeper into the pillows, digging crescent shapes into your palms in anticipation, the metal cold against your hot skin, “..yes, mommy.”
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accepting your punishment didn’t make it any easier. the sting was morphing into numbness, your throat hoarse from crying and apologizing, tears streaming down your face like waterfalls.
“stop being so loud,” she huffs out with another smack. “work’s already giving me a headache. give me a break.”
you blink through your tears.
give her a break!? you were the one getting your ass beaten, and she was the one complaining??
you don’t get to dwell on this long enough before she spanks you again, harder. “hey. i said count.”
“s-sixteen!” you blurt out, trying to muffle your sobs. “..seventeen.. t-thank you, mommy.”
“okay, that’s enough.” she exhales, like this was inconveniencing her. her hands find your warm hips, bringing them closer to her crotch, and you mewl at the feel of her strap’s bulge against your swollen pussy.
“i love you, darling.” she glides the silicone tip over your already soaked cunt, tone sweet as syrup unlike the thorough discipline she’d just administered. “you know i do. i just don’t take well to misbehavior and rule-breaking. but you know that already, don’t you?”
you moan when her strap finally eases itself into your slit, back arching and hands uselessly thrashing against the snug handcuffs.
she hikes your hips up higher, the meat tender from your earlier spanking, “why did you disobey me, my love? you knew where it’d land you.”
“i—i’m sorry,” you weakly hiccup, your thighs spasming as her pace picks up so fast you have to bite down on your pillow.
she stays silent, her punishing thrusts more than enough to etch the lesson into your brain — but oh, if this was the only way you’d get attention, you’d take the pain ten times over.
“you’re so tight,” lin grunts, rough hands roaming over your waist, coming down to nose your damp nape. “i’ve been neglecting you, haven’t i? that’s why you acted up tonight. my poor little wife was so hungry for attention. but you know as well as i do that that’s no excuse. if you dare repeat this, i will not hesitate to do this again. and i’ll be way, way worse.”
you can only nod, half of her words not registering in your dazed, overstimulated brain, too busy focusing on how hard her cock was bullying your sensitive walls to pay any attention to her lecture.
you can feel the knot in your stomach tightening, and her fingers come to swipe over your tear-stained cheek. “don’t cry, you deserved this. i’ve gone easy on you today since this is your first time going against my orders.”
she cracks a small smile when you needily nuzzle into her hand, “there you go. that’s the sweet girl i know.”
your eyes roll to the back of your head with a final thrust of her strong hips, and your legs completely give out, your second orgasm wracking your body.
she slips out of you, undoing the handcuffs as well as her strap, tossing everything on the ground to wrap you up in her arms.
she presses a soft kiss to your forehead, holding your naked form against her clothed one, one hand drifting down to soothe the reddened skin. “don’t hold it against me, darling. you know i can’t let people get away with their wrongdoings. that’s my job.”
you pathetically bury your face into her chest, her other hand gently stroking your scalp. “i—i just wanted—”
“i know.” she cuts you off, voice low and tender. “but it doesn’t matter. you may be my dear wife, but you still did a bad thing. you should have been more patient. so make sure this doesn’t happen again, alright, my love?”
you sniffle, nodding against her neck.
lin smiles, thumb brushing over your quivering bottom lip. “there we go. who’s mommy’s good girl?”
she kisses your two closed eyelids as you softly answer, “m-me. i’m your good girl, mommy.”
“of course you are.” more kisses travel down your jaw to your neck, “now, let mommy take good care of you.”
A/N: Yes, the things I wrote in my Korassami fics are transferred in here. I've had these headcanons since I started writing Korrasami fics, I can't let go of them.
SOKKA
Is all about that pillow talk. There might be a humble brag thrown in somewhere in there, but generally speaking he wants to make sure you're okay. He's really tuned into how you talk to him after, he's clinging onto every word you as as hard as he's clinging onto you. Starts to sound a bit sleepy as he rambles on, eventually drifting off to sleep next to you.
ZUKO
Doesn't want to make it sound like he's fishing for compliments and praise but he is. Constantly in fact, during the act and especially after. He likes to know he did good, he might have seen it, felt it, but he wants you to let him know even more. His hand is holding yours while he pulls you next to him and he kisses your forehead, affirming to you that he had a good time too.
KORRA
Would really like to cuddle but not before she fetches food and water for you both. It's really important that you both keep your energies up. You never know if you might want a round 2, or 3, or 4. So it's always good to eat and drink afterwards. She will bite and lick your fingers if you try to feed her anything and if you try to steal her food you'll find yourself pinned against the bed.
ASAMI
Smirks at you as she counts the many lipstick marks she left on your body. Her finger tickling you, making you shiver under her touch and she likes it, she likes how easy it is to tease you, wind you up. Maybe she's doing it purposely, maybe she's just helping you calm down and likes the physical contact. Either way she'll leave at least one mark for you to see when you walk up to the mirror.
BOLIN
Pulls you on top of him and snuggles his face against your neck. Don't tell him about the sweat or any other fluids, he doesn't mind one bit, he wants to cuddle with you now. He always makes you feel safe and appreciated, even if he does get rougher if you ask him for some roleplay, he is an actor after all. But he is also mindful not to hold you too hard, he doesn't want to hurt you.
MAKO
Never admits how much he likes the scratch marks you leave on his back, arms and thighs but you always catch him looking at them in the mirror afterwards. As soon as he notices you're fully awake again he rushes to kiss you deeply, his tongue seeking yours. Usually he's pretty stoic but in bed he's always passionate. He wants to return all the affection you show to him on the regular basis.
Thoughts on Lin with a vampire-esque wife? Maybe headcanons of how her and Lin are together even though reader sleeps a lot in the day and you know, she just vampire-like habits.
Pairing: Lin Beifong × Vampire Wife Reader
WC: 6K+
Synopsis: Lin, her vampire wife and the shenanigans that ensues. Part 1.
AN: I was so excited when I saw this it went from hcs to minishort stories with hcs lol Please send me more Lin I beg 🙏🏿
Nobody in Republic City actually believes Lin Beifong is married, and it is entirely your fault. Lin doesn’t hide her marriage; she wears her wedding ring everywhere, talks about you constantly, and has zero interest in anyone else.
The problem is that you're a vampire, you don't show up in photographs. Every picture in Lin's office looks like she's standing alone. Family photos have an empty space beside her. Vacation pictures make it seem like she took the trip by herself. To anyone who doesn't know the truth, there is absolutely no visual evidence that you exist.
So people flirt with her, constantly. Lin finds it irritating and you find it deeply offensive. Not because you're worried about Lin. You trust her completely. What bothers you is the principle of it. In your mind, she practically walks around covered in your scent. Her clothes, apartment and her office smells like you. To your instincts, it's obvious she's taken.
But humans were hopeless.
Lin was already annoyed when she walked through the apartment door. You could smell the sharp spike of adrenaline on her, hear it in the unusually heavy clatter of her keys hitting the counter, and see it in the rigid line of her jaw as she shrugged off her coat.
Without looking up from your spot on the couch, you spoke. “Who irritated you?”
Lin snorted, unlatching her armor with practiced irritation. “Take a wild guess.”
You tilted your head thoughtfully. “The city council?”
“No.”
“Tenzin?”
“No.”
“Me?”
Lin's eyes shined in amusement. “You’re always a possibility.”
You smiled, entirely unbothered. She rolled her eyes and disappeared into the kitchen, returning a moment later with a steaming mug of tea before dropping onto the cushions beside you. The second she settled, you leaned into her side.
Lin took a slow sip before speaking. “That guy from the coffee shop was there again.”
Your attention sharpened instantly, your body stiffening. “What guy?”
“Some random that doesn't understand boundaries.” Lin tells you.
Your eyes darkened, the irises bleeding into a volatile, pitch black as your fangs clicked sharply against your lower lip. “The one who keeps flirting with you?”
Lin looked like she didn't even want to tell you. Her voice lowered as she placed her tea down and pulled you more into her, her grip tight and unyielding as if to prevent you from going after him right this second. “Yes.”
Your vampric overprotective instinct flared to life as you growled, “I'll kill him.”
Lin tightened her arm around your waist and pulled you a little closer against her. “See, this is exactly why I didn't want to tell you.”
“What did he do?” You asked.
Lin's brow furrowed into a sharp line. The skin around her silver scars tightened as irritation settled across her features. She looked like someone who'd already had this conversation too many times.
“He asked me out again,” She said, the words coming out clipped. “I told him I'm married, like I do every single time, and he told me he wasn't giving up until I gave him a chance.”
“He said that?” You asked, your voice dangerously calm.
“Don't even think about it.” Lin warned, as she registered the subtle change in your demeanor. “Baby, he'll get the hint sooner or later.”
“I haven't said anything yet.”
Lin's calloused hand lifted to your chin as her warm fingers curled firmly around your jaw so you had no choice but to look directly into her eyes. “You didn't have to. You have that exact murderous look in your eyes you get seconds before you decide to bite someone.”
You adjusted so you were laying across her chest, as she pulled you in for a kiss. The moment her lips brushed against yours all of the previous tension melted away. Your fangs retracted as the soft press of her lips calmed the racing thoughts.
“I do not have a look, by the way,” You informed her. “This is simply my normal face when you tell me some human has been flirting with my beloved.”
A shiver tan through lin at the mention of your internal devotion to her. You could hear the rush of blood coursing through her veins as her pulse picked up. Your eyes darkened with lust as you hovered over her.
“You like it when I claim you, don't you?” You murmured, your lips grazing the high curve of her cheek. She took in a sharp, ragged breath. Your nostrils flared at the scent of her arousal as you breathed it in greedily.
You watched the smooth skin of her throat bob as she visibly swallowed, her fingers fisting into the fabric of your shirt with an iron clad grip that revealed hust how turned on she was. “I never said that.”
“You didn't have to.” Your voice dropped to a low resonance that seemed to cause her slick heat to drip from her cunt, ruining her underwear. “Your body is speaking for you baby and right now? I'm exactly what it needs.”
Lin let out a low, shuddered breath, her carefully constructed restraint beginning to fray. Your hand slowly slipped beneath the hem of her shirt, the cool contrast of your palm against her warm skin sending a sudden jolt through her. Her pupils were blown wide, her deep green irises nearly swallowed by darkness as she stared up at you with a desire that nearly had her arching into you.
Lin's fingers tangled firmly into your hair, she pulled you down, crashing her lips onto yours in a passionate kiss. The world outside the room faded as you focused entirely on the sensation of her under your touch and the quiet, breathless sounds she made as you spent hours reminding her that she belonged to no one else but you.
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Lin detests how quietly you move. She would be buried in paperwork late at night in her office, completely convinced she was alone, only to hear your voice right against her ear asking if she’s eaten. You never hear her scream, her pride won't allow it. But you have definitely heard some of the most creative swearing in the history of your entire existence.
It gets to the point that she's tired of the mini heart attacks you keep giving her. So one night she crafts a sleek leather choker with a tiny, highly resonant brass bell and physically fastens the collar around your neck, tight.
“If you take it off, you're sleeping on the couch,” She barks, hands resting on your shoulders.
You just smirk, tilting your chin up to let the bell chime softly, and gave her a lazy, feline look. “A leather collar? I didn't know you were into that, Chief. If you wanted me on a leash, you could have just asked. I'm more than happy to be anything you want me to be.”
Lin’s face immediately turns as bright as the fire nation flag. She clears her throat, shoves a stack of police files into your chest, and snaps. “Take these home and get out before I lock you in a holding cell.”
You just bat your eyelashes at her, your eyes shifting into a teasing, warm crimson as your voice lowers into that smoky tone that gets her every single time.
“You promise?”
Lin fails to hide the sudden flutter in her pulse at your words. She grumbles something under her breath, pointedly pulling her eyes away from you so she can get back to work.
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Because your schedules are mismatched, your relationship thrives in the dead of night, but your protective nature means you never truly stop watching over her. Whenever Lin is out on late-night triad raids or stakeouts, you sit back at home and use your second sight to track her across the city, extending your mind out into the shadows just to make sure she is safe. Lin always knows exactly when you’re doing it. She was a Beifong after all, which means she can physically feel her skin prickling with the distinct, heavy buzz of your supernatural energy that was cutting through the air around her.
It was distracting, hell, you knew your presence would distract her that was the point. You had been watching her for atleast an hour before Lin stumbled into the apartment at 3:00 AM, her armor clicking heavily against the floor as she walked straight up to where you are lounging, a scowl on her face.
“You were doing it again,” She accuses, crossing her arms and glaring down at you. “My neck was tingling throughout the entire stakeout, stop spying on me.”
You merely tilt your head, crimson eyes widening into a flawless picture of innocence that neither of you believed for a second.
“I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about, sweetheart,” You reply smoothly. “Ive been sitting here reading this entire time.”
Lin narrows her eyes at you, the problem isn't that you're lying. It's that you're good at it. Or at least you think you are. A sharp grunt escapes her as she unclips her metal breastplate and sets it aside with more force than necessary. Years together has made her painfully familiar with all your tells. And right now, she could see the barely concealed satisfaction of someone who has been listening in on conversations that weren't meant for them.
“Uh-huh.”
“What?”
“You're full of it.”
You finally glance up from your book, expression wounded. Lin isn't fooled for a second. She settles down onto the couch beside you and you shift closer, your knee brushing hers.
For all her complaints about your inability to mind your own business, Lin has long since grown accustomed to your constant presence. There was something reassuring about it, even if she'd never admit it out loud. No matter where she was in the city, she knew some part of you was always aware of her.
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You have a tendency to stare. It's one of those vampire habits that never really went away, no matter how long you've lived among people. Sometimes you'll settle into complete stillness and simply watch. Not because you're planning anything or because you've drifted away into thought. You just like looking at Lin.
When you're focused on something, you become unnervingly motionless. You can spend hours in the same spot, unblinking, your crimson eyes fixed entirely on your wife as she moves around the apartment.
The first time Lin caught you doing it, she genuinely thought something was wrong. Now, she mostly finds it ridiculous. She'll be making tea or getting ready for bed and eventually feel that familiar sensation of being watched. The moment she turns her head, she finds you exactly where she expected, sitting on the couch, curled in a chair, leaning against a doorway.
Always watching.
“Why are you staring at me?”
You blink, your ancient eyes widening slightly as the question genuinely surprises you.
“I'm looking at my wife.”
“That's not an answer,” She grumbles, though you can see the amusement in her eyes.
You shrug, “It is from where I'm sitting.”
Instead of breaking your gaze, you lean your chin on your hand and continue to track her with that same intense, focus, refusing to look away even as she snaps her casefile shut that she was reading like it was a bedtime story. Lin glares back at you, her jaw tightening as she tries to out-stare a vampire that has spent centuries mastering the art of absolute stillness.
“You're doing it on purpose now,” She complains, her voice dropping into a rough, dangerous tone that completely fails to intimidate you.
“Always,” You purr softly.
Lin lets out a sharp, frustrated grunt and grabs a spare pillow, hurling it straight at your face with perfect precision just to break your line of sight.
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When it comes to your feeding habits, you usually spare Lin of the gory details. She acts like she doesnt care, but deep down you know whether or not you're getting enough blood is a constant source of worry for her. She's seen first hand what happens when you neglect yourself.
Most of the time, Lin notices the signs before you do. She catches the way your movements lose their usual fluid energy, the slight edge that creeps into your voice whenever someone asks too many questions.
The one thing that really disturbs her is the way your crimson eyes slowly darken until your irises are nearly swallowed by pitch black. While most mates of vampires might not think much of the subtle shift, Lin catches onto it the second she suspects something is off.
“Have you fed?”
You groaned. “That's a strange way to phrase it.”
Lin raises a brow, “Answer the question.”
You sighed already knowing where this was going to go. “Not yet.”
The moment the words leave your mouth, Lin's posture goes rigid as her jaw tightens and her shoulders square. Before you can say another word, she steps directly into your space, her calloused hand coming up to cup your face while her thumb drags across your cheek before settling firmly beneath your eye.
“You look terrible.” She says bluntly,
You gasp dramatically, clutching a hand to your chest. With what little energy you have left, you muster up your usual playfulness, hoping you can charm your way out of whatever lecture is coming. Unfortunately, you're married to Lin Beifong, and she remains completely unmoved.
“Your eyes are almost black.” She states, her eyes narrowing as she studies you.
You wiggle them suggestively. “Baby, they tend to do that when I'm in a mood.”
“That's not-” Lin actually splutters before stopping herself. She pinches the bridge of her nose and takes a slow, grounding breath. “You know what I mean.”
“Do I really though?”
“So now we're playing dumb?”
You grin, it probably would have been more convincing if your fangs weren't completely showing, nipping your bottom lip which was also a sign of hunger. Before you can come up with another excuse, Lin's hand latches onto your wrist and tugs you forward.
You nearly lose your footing. “Hey, wait!”
“No.”
“Lin…” You whine pathetically.
She ignores you and continues to drag you out of the living room and toward your study. You are significantly stronger than she is, but that doesn't matter, because neither of you are under the illusion that this is a fight you're actually going to win. Once you're inside, the mini-fridge is ripped open and a moment later, she places a chilled glass of blood directly into your palms.
“There.”
You stare at it, then at her, then back down at the glass. Lin folds her arms tightly across her chest, her bare feet lightly tapping against the floor. The look on her face leaves absolutely no room for negotiation.
You weren't sure why you were suddenly becoming a little shy under her piercing gaze. “You are literally watching me.”
“Correct.” She deadpans, like she had been expecting you to try and talk your way out of this.
You clicked your tongue. “That's weird.”
She gave you a look. “Says the vampire.”
You let out a breath, sinking further into the chair. “You're violating my privacy.”
Lin scoffs in disbelief, her hands flexing at her sides. “That's rich coming from you”
You grumble a curse under your breath but finally give in. Lin doesn't move nor does she stop staring. She watches you the entire time with a deep furrow between her brows, her concern evident on her face despite how hard she tries to mask it. Every now and then her eyes would flicker over your features, making sure you're actually swallowing instead of finding some creative way to avoid it.
“You know,” You say after a taking a long sip, your lips and teeth stained with blood. “Most wives don't supervise their spouses like this.”
“Most wives don't have spouses who forget to feed themselves.” Lin fires back, reaching for a tissue so she could wipe your lips.
“I didn't forget.” Your shoulders slacken as you attempt to plead your case. “I was busy.”
Lin lets out a long-suffering, heavy sigh. “You've been alive for centuries and somehow I still have to remind you to take care of yourself.”
You take another greedy sip, mostly because arguing is becoming significantly harder now that her lecture is actually making sense. Slowly, the healthy color starts returning to your face, and the dark shadows beneath your eyes begin to ease.
Some of the rigid tension finally leaves her shoulders, her foot stops its impatient tapping, and the hard line of her mouth softens ever so slightly. It is the exact reaction she'd been waiting for, proof that you were actually well, you.
You catch the way her eyes linger on your face and smile at her. “Aw, I love you too baby.”
Lin rolls her eyes hard. “Don't start with me.”
“You were worried.”
“I wasn't, you're immortal.” Lin lies.
“You dragged me across the apartment.” You pointed out, your eyes shining with mischief.
“You were being stubborn.” She counters, her eyes looking anywhere but you.
“You stayed and watched me drink the entire thing.” You added.
“You needed supervision.” Lin supplies.
Your grin widens, and Lin lets out a soft groan. Then, after a brief pause, she reaches over and gently cups your cheek. The gesture is quick, almost reluctant, but her thumb brushes across your skin anyway. You feel much healthier now.
“Don't do that again,” She commands, the irritation is still there, but underneath it sits something much softer, a quiet vulnerability that makes your chest ache a little.
You lean into her hand, your eyes locking onto hers. “I'll try.”
Lin's nose wrinkles. “That's not reassuring.”
You kiss the palm of her hand, letting your lips linger there to soothe her worries. “It's the best you're getting.”
Lin sighs heavily, her eyes melting with relief, and she steps in to press a kiss to your forehead before you can make another smart comment.
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When you do go out to dinner and you have to keep up appearances, You prefer your food rare, and by rare, you mean blue. Lin judges your plate every single time you order a raw steak at a restaurant and hides her face in embarrassment when you have to explain to the chef and the manager that you'll be okay and it wont kill you.
Thia particular evening, your usual spot was closed for renovations, so after nearly an hour of searching up places you finally found a table at this restaurant that was a further drive but still had the intimate atmosphere you were going for. Lin looked beautiful in her dress that hugged her in all the right places.
The night had been going smoothly right up until the waiter came to take your order. “And how would you like your steak cooked?”
You smiled pleasantly at the young man. “As rare as possible.”
The waiter nodded, scribbling on his pad. “Rare. Got it.”
“No, I don't think you do.” Lin snorts, she could practically feel a disaster approaching.
You tilted your head, you were wearing colored contacts because when you didn't, it drew too much attention and tonight was supposed to be about you and Lin.
“What she means,” You continued cheerfully, ignoring her unnecessary commentary. “Is that I want my steak blue if possible.”
The waiter blinked. “Blue rare?”
“Yes.” You nod.
He looked skeptical. His eyes traveled to Lin for help, and when he realized he wasn't getting it his gaze lowered to the penpad and pencil that was trembling in his hand. “Like... seared?”
“Barely.”
The poor man looked entirely confused, deeply concerned, then confused all over again. Lin dragged a heavy hand down her face. Her posture practically deflated under the weight of the waiter’s bewildered stare. She pressed two fingers to her temples, her cheeks flushing a furious pink that she desperately tried to mask by squinting hard at the bread basket.
“Just write it down,” Lin advises, reaching for her wine.
The waiter hurried away before either of you could elaborate. The moment he was gone, Lin pointed her fork aggressively at you before stabbing her salad. “You enjoy making people uncomfortable.”
You leaned back in your chair, sitting on an angle as your eyes raked her body. “I ordered food baby just like you did.”
Lin pretended she didnt feel the way your eyes kept trailing down her body. “You ordered a health code violation and spooked a teenager.”
“Eat your salad.” You chuckled, your fangs catching the dim light. “The sooner I can get that dress off of you the better.”
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Because your body is naturally dead, you have to actively concentrate to circulate what little warmth you have to match human body heat. Sometimes, when you are exhausted or deeply distracted, you completely forget to regulate your temperature. You’ll casually slide your hand into Lin's or drape your arm over her shoulder while she's working from home and the freezing chill of your skin always makes her instantly lock up. She always compares it to touching solid ice.
A sharp spike of panic hits Lin every single time it happens. She will drop whatever she is doing, wrap both of her calloused hands around yours, and glare at you with wide, intense eyes.
“You're freezing. What's wrong?” She demands, her voice laced with worry.
“Nothing is wrong, baby. I just forgot to keep my temperature up, it's fine.” You try to explain, offering a reassuring smile.
Lin dismisses your explanation outright, Her hands move briskly over your skin, rubbing your arms in an attempt to force some life back into limbs.
A deep crease forms between her brows, intense anxiety settling across her features as she studies you. “You are freezing.”
You open your mouth to reassure her, but she shakes her head sharply before you can even get a syllable out. “Absolutely not.”
Her palms slide upward, framing your jaw as she cups your face, her hot skin contrasting sharply against your icy flesh. “You feel like a corpse.”
You raise an eyebrow, a teasing smirk pulling at your lips. “I am technically a corpse.”
“That's not the point,” She says, a sharp huff of exasperation hitting your face like a warm breath. Her green eyes flash with a naked vulnerability that makes you soften. “You don't usually feel like this.”
A small laugh slips from you, but Lin remains entirely unconvinced, her grip tightening to anchor you. “Sit down.”
“Baby-”
“Sit.” She orders.
You allow her to steer you toward the couch, knowing from experience that arguing against her protective instincts is a lost cause. The second you're seated, she crowds into your space, one hand resting firmly against the side of your neck while the other wraps securely around your wrist as she climbs into your lap.
“Did something happen?” She asks, her voice gentle. “Did you overdo it? Lose too much energy?”
“Baby,” You trailed off, not sure what has gotten into her. “I swear I'm fine.”
Her eyes sharpens. “That wasn't the question.”
“What, you think I can't handle you?” You were a little offended that she thought hours of love making during the day would tire you out. It was true, you were rarely up at this hour but with her changing to overnight shifts the next three days you made some adjustments.
Lin shuffles in your lap, heat creeping up her neck as her arms circle around you. “Why must you be like this.”
You responded by sinking effortlessly into her hold, resting your head into the crook of her neck. Your cold cheek pressing against her hot skin. Lin hums softly, the low vibration rumbling deep in her chest as her fingers slide into your hair. It didn't take long for your body to warm up again, and lin held you until you eventually drifted off to sleep.
An: I had to split this in two parts. The next one should be out soon because I cant get enough of them.
Summary: The morning after you and Lin spend your first night together. Sunlight, warmth, and the gentle moment of Lin learning what love looks like.
A/N: This story is so beautiful. So intimate. I'm gonna cry. It's very suggestive, but there's no explicit smut. <3
Word count: 3,4k
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Her hands are steady on your waist; her nails press against your skin, leaving half-moons as telltales of her presence.
There is something desperate about the way she pulls your body impossibly closer to hers, like she isn't sure you're really there and is trying to convince herself through your lips, through the warmth of how your skin presses messily against hers.
The bedroom is dark enough that all you see is a mere silhouette of Lin outlined by the silver moonlight spilling through the window. And even that is already enough to make you dizzy and addicted all at once.
She is alluring. Her mouth marks a path from the corner of your lips and down to your neck; her hands brush over your bare back without missing a spot as if she's committing each detail of you to memory; her chest presses intimately against yours, skin to skin; all you can possibly feel is her. And she is alluring.
Her body is pliant under your hands; her skin gives beneath your touch as though it were made only to be held by you. You kiss the edge of her mouth, and she rewards you with a sweet exhalation of your name. Your lips brush over her cheek, over the scars adorning her skin there, and Lin curls herself into you.
You couldn't tell where she ends, or where you begin. Body and soul too well tangled together.
Lin touches you like a starved thing, burying her nose into your skin and breathing you in. It leaves you wondering, for a moment, how long it had been since anyone held her like this; since anyone held her at all.
Too long, you guess. Because something damp falls against the skin of your shoulder, right beside where her lips are dutifully kissing you. The teardrop rolls down the path of your collarbone, between your breasts. And Lin's arms around you hold on a little tighter.
It's okay, you don't comment on it, even if your heart stumbles on its rhythm. Your hand tangles between her hair; you gently pull her up until your mouth finds hers again, and you catch her lower lip between yours.
Your hand traces over the skin of her waist until your fingertips find her spine, and you feel her shiver beneath the touch, beneath the press of your bare skin onto hers.
Your lips move in tandem with Lin's. Hungry and decidedly eager. Her hand is on your jaw when she turns her head to come closer still, bumping her nose against your cheek. Desperate, as if you'll slip from her grasp if she doesn't hold tight enough.
You feel it. You feel the cracks and scars of her heart when her lip trembles as it brushes yours. You feel it when you taste the salt of tears on her mouth.
It's okay. You hold her tighter, too.
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You are the first to wake up on the next morning, with soft sunlight gently kissing over your eyelids.
You blink your eyes open, lazy and still half asleep, with your body feeling the pleasant strain of last night. The first thing you see is the thin white curtain flowing just above your head, as the morning breeze arrives through the open window. The smell of fresh rain still lingers in the air, as the water slowly starts to dry out in the streets. Sunlight spills inside your bedroom, shining across messy bedsheets and naked skin.
A low hum escapes your lips as you brush the sleep from your eyes. Butterflies flutter in your stomach when you think of last night; when you remember whose hands roamed your body, and whose lips kissed your breath away.
You turn, already missing the person who lies just beside you.
Lin is lying with her back to you; the soft waves of her hair spill messily over the pillow, a stripe of sunlight touches the muscles on her arm, and you can see her chest rising and falling deeply. She still sleeps.
Her back is bare, and you notice the marks on her skin. Scars old and new, some bigger, others just a faint lighter line; all testimonies of something that touched her unkindly. And you find yourself wanting to press a kiss over each scar; wanting to soothe each memory of pain.
A wave of warmth floods into the space between your ribs and almost chokes the breath out of your lungs at the sight of her. You didn't think it was ever possible to love someone this much, to feel such affection that your heart hurts simply by looking at them. But Lin had always swept you off your feet, since the first time she met you, with a scowl on her face when Korra had dragged you into trouble.
Last night had been months in the making. Months of you and Lin sharing secret touches without a word spoken about it; months of lingering looks and what-ifs; months of you and Lin tiptoeing the edge of a blurred line yet never crossing it; months of you and Lin growing so inseparable that people became surprised when you had to say there was nothing more between you.
Maybe now, you'd be able to say there is something.
Ever so gently, you reach out a hand and touch Lin's back. Your fingertips are careful as you trace the outline of her scars. You wonder about the story of each one; you wonder which ones were painful, which ones still hurt.
Lin stirs slightly at your touch, her shoulders going a little tense. You watch as goosebumps slowly raise on her skin; and it makes you smile, all adoring and warm, because her reaction to you has always been something that belongs only to you.
You shift closer to her; the covers draped over your lower body tangle loosely between your legs. Your arm moves over Lin's waist until your hand finds her abdomen, and you close your grip around her, pulling her into you.
All you hear from Lin is a soft sigh. Her hand slowly finds your own, and she's tentative when she intertwines your fingers together—a stark contrast to the hunger she touched you with last night. Still, she keeps you there, keeps your arm around her when she brings your joined hands to her lips so she can press a timid kiss onto your knuckles.
You answer her with a kiss of your own. Your lips find a twisted patch of skin near her shoulder; there's a bigger scar there, looks a little deeper than some of the others. You press your mouth firmly against Lin, closing your eyes and breathing her in. Wisps of her hair tickle your nose when you linger there, and you nuzzle against her neck, pressing your front to her back.
"Good morning," you mumble, voice half muffled against Lin.
She takes a few beats to answer you. There's hesitation in the way she grips your hand tighter. Lin's thumb is moving softly back and forth against your skin, and she brings your joined hands closer to her chest for a moment.
You don't push her; you don't insist. You merely wait, because you know her; you've held her hand in silence enough times to know that past all that armor she wears on the outside lives a bruised heart that's been forgotten and hurt more than enough.
Eventually, Lin releases her hold on your hand, only so she can turn on the bed. She shifts until she's facing you; both her hands come to rest in front of her chest, while those bright green eyes of hers blink slowly at you. Her hair rests on the pillow around her and over her shoulder, the usually kept waves now messy and all over the place. She is bewitching.
Your arm is still draped over her waist, and you can't help yourself when you press your hand against her back and pull her into you again. You peck her lips in a chaste kiss; you missed the softness of those lips, the warmth of them against yours.
When you pull back again, a visible flush paints Lin's cheeks, resting just above her scars and softening her sharp features.
She averts her gaze, yet a small smile curls at the corner of her mouth; "Good morning." Her voice is quiet, as though to preserve the fragile bubble of intimacy still wrapped around this moment, tucked away from the rest of the world.
Your heart swells inside your chest. Your hand on her bare waist shifts up and down lazily, from the start of her thigh to just below her ribs. "I don't feel like getting up just yet, but maybe we could think about grabbing breakfast somewhere nice?" You suggest just as quietly, "There's a cute bakery nearby I've been meaning to visit."
Lin glances up at you; there's something painfully vulnerable in the glint of her eyes. You feel like, for once, she's standing completely bare before you, in more ways than merely physically.
She reaches out until her fingers brush your cheek, and her touch lingers there, the tip of her fingers tangling gently with a lock of your hair. She looks at you as if she's gazing at a dream, or a memory; as if she's longing for something just out of reach.
She smiles, and it's bittersweet and a little shaky. "That would be nice." Nothing about her sounds like the confident Chief Beifong most people know, and normally you adore this side of her that exists only with you; but now, the tightness of her voice sends a sharp twinge of pain to your chest.
Lin clears her throat, and suddenly she's curling her hand back against her chest and away from you. "But I should be leaving already; it's late." She tries to bring her usual composure back to herself, eyebrows pulling together slightly, but it doesn't quite work.
Lin pushes herself up then, surprising you with how quickly she sits on the bed. She grabs a fistful of the covers and pulls it up to her chest, covering her breasts—as if you hadn't kissed each part of her last night, over and over.
You blink up at her with a deep frown. The hand you had around her waist mere seconds ago is now hovering in the air with nowhere to go. "What? What do you mean?" With a loud groan, you push yourself up to sit beside her, running a hand through your bedridden hair. "Lin, it's a Sunday. There's no such thing as late; come on."
Lin keeps her gaze ahead, on the strips of sunlight bathing the room in golden light. Her knuckles are white with how tightly she's holding onto the covers. "There is to me."
Sometimes, you wish you could figure her out just a little easier. Still, you take her in; her hair seems a little longer than usual when it falls over her shoulders like this; her lips are redder, no doubt from how much you'd kissed them last night. But there's also a tremble to her hands, and you can't ignore the start of tears that are already clinging to her eyelashes, even if she refuses to look at you.
"Okay," you breathe. And you shuffle closer until your knee is resting above hers. Tenderly, you take hold of both of Lin's cheeks, turning her head until you can find her eyes with yours. "Lin, what's wrong?"
She holds the silence still, trying to look down despite your hands on her face, which squishes her cheeks endearingly.
You push aside rogue strands of her hair, allowing your thumb to trace the outline of her eyebrow with a tender touch.
"Hey, don't shut me out." You're kind when you speak to her, as if calming a skittish cat; she's had enough roughness in her life that all you want to offer is the opposite.
Lin tries to gulp back something that's pushing against the back of her throat, until her chin starts to wobble. Carefully, Lin's hands close around both your wrists, and she pulls your touch away from her even if it looks like it physically hurts her to do so.
"I never… I never asked if this was a one-time thing for you…" The words stumble out of Lin's lips in a choked mess, and you figure you're nothing but a blur of dark hair and sunlight in her vision, given the amount of tears in the bottom lid of her eyes, just a blink away from spilling, "I should have asked."
In truth, Lin doesn't know what to do with her own heart. She had tried to ignore how much it called your name. She had tried to dismiss her growing feelings for friendship; because spirits, you could do better. You could find someone younger, easier, lighter; like you.
Yet each time you came back to her, each time you took her hand or stole a hurried kiss behind a closed door, Lin held onto you as if you were air and she were underwater.
And last night happened on a whim, after shared laughs and a bottle of red wine. And for Lin, it had meant everything. When she'd carved her heart straight out of her chest and held it out for you last night, it had meant everything. But she'd forgotten to ask; what did it mean to you?
Lin blinks when you stay silent in front of her; your wrists still held in place by her hands and your mouth hanging open as you only stare at her. And she feels the first tear rolling down her cheek; sunlight glints off of it, and she turns her head away so quickly it hurts.
She can feel the haphazardly stitched cracks on her heart ripping open anew. Lin takes a deep, shaky breath. She lets go of your wrists to roughly dry off her cheeks; her touch is brash and unkind, as if she wants to punish herself for something.
"I understand if this was just a night of pleasure for you, but I can't-" Lin purses her lips; if she thinks hard enough, she can still feel the ghost of your kiss. But she knows, you couldn't possibly choose her for anything more than one night.
"I should leave," it falls as nothing but a breath past her lips.
Your hand finds her cheek again before Lin moves another inch. The pad of your thumb catches a tear that's fallen there, "Lin, step out of that fog inside your mind." Your worry escapes you unabashedly; there's something desperate hanging on the edge of each word, "Please, just look at me."
Lin is so aware of how close you are right now that she almost forgets how to breathe. She doesn't know what to do with kindness, especially not when it comes wrapped around your fingers. The warmth of your body rivals that of the sunlight seeping through the windows; the palm of your hand resting so securely against her cheek threatens to unravel Lin's fragile composure.
Her eyes are slow as they find a path to yours; her gaze shifts carefully over the skin of your stomach, your chest, the curve between your neck and shoulder that Lin had so dutifully kissed last night, until her gaze meets yours. And Lin feels strangely small, vulnerable; it's a foreign feeling. But it's with you; it doesn't scare her.
Lin bites back a gasp when she catches tears brimming in the corner of your eyes, too. There's relief in how your expression softens for her, and you pull her closer until your forehead rests gently against hers.
"If you leave right now, I promise you'll be taking my heart with you." Your quiet voice burns with a sudden rawness. Both your hands shift over to Lin's jaw, thumbs tracing the outlines of her features as if you want to commit each detail to memory. Your heart bleeds when you wonder how much Lin has been hurt already, for it to be so easy for her to doubt what you have is real; to the point of thinking that last night had been just a fling for you.
When you pull back, it's only so you can look at her as you speak, so she's able to catch the sincerity of each word. "After last night, I… I don't think I could ever spend another night without you." Both your hands trace a path down her bare arms until you can loosely tangle your fingers together. You shrug sheepishly after the confession, feeling heat creeping up your neck.
"Please don't say things like that if you don't-" Lin hesitates; a groan escapes her as her face momentarily twists into something almost annoyed—it's a bittersweet pair to the tears slowly painting a path down her cheeks.
Lin presses her eyes closed before finishing; "If you don't mean them." And she speaks in a hushed tone, like her admissions can't be uttered above a certain decibel level. It almost appears as though it's easier for her to be vulnerable with you if she doesn't have to look at you.
Her sudden fragility surprises you. In the same heartbeat, you answer. "But I do. Lin, I've had feelings for you for such a long time now," you tighten your grip on her hands, "After all we've been through, you must know that."
Hooded eyes meet your own once more; the familiar green swallowed up by dark, blown pupils; "You could have any man or woman you want, why would you choose me?"
A soft chuckle falls past your lips, and you shake your head slightly. And it's almost endearing, how innocent and young Lin looks right now. "Oh, Lin."
You let go of her hands, and both your arms go around Lin's shoulders instead. You're quick enough to catch her off guard and steal a small welp of surprise from her. You hold her tight when you throw yourself back down on the bed, bringing Lin down with you until you're once again a mess of tangled limbs and sheets.
Lin's hands go around your waist out of instinct, and she has no time to do or say anything before you're peppering her face with kisses. Your lips find her cheeks, the curve of her brows, the dried tear tracks on the side of her mouth, her eyelids, and her nose.
You don't stop loving on her until you get your prize; a small yet genuine laugh out of Lin. She buries her face into your neck, and you can sense your heart flutter in your chest when you feel the shape of Lin's smile against your skin.
You tighten your grip on her, holding her closer; only because you can.
There's something enchanting in how Lin eventually holds herself up on her elbows to look down at you as half of her body lies on top of you. Her legs tangle with yours, her bare chest is pressed warmly against yours, and her hair frames her face dreamily as it falls in waves beside her cheeks.
"Because, Lin," You start, gazing up into her eyes as if she holds the sun in her hands. And maybe for you, she does, because the golden light coming from the window shines like a halo behind her, and there's no one else in this world you adore more. "It's you my heart beats for." You reach for one of Lin's hands, placing it right above your chest, right above your racing heart that beats in the rhythm of her name.
Hardly daring to breathe, you whisper, "I think I'd choose you in all my lifetimes."
It's quiet, the way Lin basks in the love you've finally put on full display. But one last tear falls from the corner of her eye; it traces a path beside the bridge of her nose, following how she gazes down at you; it eventually falls against your cheek, and continues its path on you, until disappearing against the pillow.
At last, Lin slowly leans down. There's a newfound timidness in how her nose brushes yours, right before her lips press into the corner of your mouth. She lingers there; it's a promise and confession wrapped in one.
Your hand shifts on her waist; you lay your palm more firmly against her naked back, pulling her decidedly against you. Lin fits with you like a puzzle piece finding its place, and you feel the reassuring beat of her heart resting so close to yours.
"I'd choose you, too." You feel the shape of Lin's words more than you hear them.
You turn your head, closing your eyes when her lips find yours as though pulled by gravity. Lin smiles against your lips; "It's always been you."
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