hi queen apple… after watching brand new day i keep thinking of spiderwoman korra 🤤 (NOT A REQUEST!!)
but anyways i was planning on maybe starting to post tlok fics (like teasing dom korra or condescending dom kuvira 🤤🤤) and was wondering what YOU want to see more (can be literally anything like tlok, atla, or even js certain tags in general :3)
and i’m so happy to hear that! the community needs more writers, do join us 😌 i’m very flattered that you’re asking me hehe, okay i’m gonna need you to lock in on the tlok fics, i’m obsessing over korra and there’s NO KORRA FOOD!!! 😠 (good luck sweetie, the choice is yours <3 do whatever inspires you!)
and both emojis are available, tell me which one you’d like <3
warnings: weird korra AND weird reader bc we love perverted girls tf, touching, improper use of air and waterbening ( oops ). reader is a firebender, reader mentioned to wear a skirt. it's all lowkey headcanons in some way or just random scenarios of you and korra being perverted weirdos to each other because yall cannot just fucking talk about it and be normal ig. may write a part two.
being korra's friend was lowkey hard. not because she was difficult or you couldn't handle her personality or whatever, no. because she was fucking hot and too sexy to not think about dirty perverted stuff. and friends shouldn't think that way about each other.
but the thing that you didn't know is that korra was the biggest pervert here, thinking the same stuff if not worse and.. actually taking action. well, not that you knew of specifically.
it all started from kind of innocent stuff like sliding her hand over your waist while passing by or holding your hip to move you when she needed to reach something. casual touches in some way, because obviously they weren't casual. but you also liked it, so it's fine. (;>_<;)՞՞
then it took a bit more courage from her to actually.. do something else. something weirder. she would airbend almost every time you had a skirt on so it'll ride up, the edges flying to show more of your legs. or when she's lucky, she can do that while you're standing in front of her so she could see your penties. she thought they were really cute every time, don't worry! her favorite view was probably the one when you bent over to get something from the table and she had a chance to lean back and airbend your skirt up.
waterbending on a beach day to "accidentally" soak your shirt after ypu just changed just to see your bare chest pressing onto the wet fabric? fuck yeah. bonus points if it was white. so much more to see, yk?
but you weren't innocent either. every time you could do that unnoticed, you'd heat up the temperature in the room with your firebending just to see korra sweat, maybe take her shirt off? well, her body was muscular, she was practically jacked at this point and her brown skin was just so beautiful, when sweat run down her temple, shoulders and neck it was so fucking sexy you immediately are getting wet. it's just how things work for you, i mean.. nobody can really blame you, right? korra is an attractive woman, the avatar herself, obviously you'd be tempted to.. see her in some compromising position. even if it's a bit weird.
but you swore you didn't do anything else! just watching her lifting the edge of her shirt to wipe off the sweat off her forehead was enough to satisfy you… seeing her abs, how her biceps flexed ( she most likely did it on purpose ), it was all enough. how fucking great it is to be friends with the avatar.
korra did enjoy that herself though, obviously she was into showing off and making you see her abs or muscles, how low her shorts sat on particular summer days. well, at least she thought she was the one who made it happen, hoping you'd look and knowing your eyes will linger. but in reality you both were a part of this interesting game, what a connection, right? in some interpretations it's called soulmates.
Do you write for korra from tlok? If so PLEASEE DOMKORRA
dom korra?!! ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵) im wet.
we all know this girl loves to show off and let everyone know that she's strong and have hella muscles. like… have you seen those biceps? or her back? fuck she would have a massive strength or size kink, anything that can make you whine and gasp or prise her because of how strong she is: yep. she’s all about it.
but korra is also gentle. she's really sweet and caring, she would never want to hurt you. only if you're into that, though. so every time you two fuck she will praise you because of how good you're taking everything she gives you, even if you're squirming too much :(( it’s adorable, though!
but yk.. sometimes our girl needs some praise herself.
"you can take it, baby.." she whispered into your ear, pushing her hips faster to make her fingers go deeper into you, in a faster pace. your pussy's wet sounds were echoing in her ears like music, the clenching and that death grip your walls had on her fingers? incredible. her other hand was holding your hips, sliding up to your ass to slap it lightly without actually making you uncomfortable.
all you could do is whine and moan into the pillow, holding it for your life while korra's fingers scissor inside of you, her abdomen pushing her hand into you every time you whine and it makes you even louder. she loves it.
"that's it. you like it, right? i can tell," she smiled, kissing down the side of your neck before finally sliding her hand up to your throat, holding it to lift your face up from the soft pillow. "don't hide your face now.. you always look pretty."
"am i doing good?"
there it was. that question to tease the fact that she wanted to be praised. told how good she was doing, how strong she was.
"ah! ah! fuck, korra.." you could only whimper and nod, but it wasn’t enough of an answer for her. her fingers stopped, hips pressed against her hand as she was deep inside of you, moving just one finger to feel the warmth of your folds, the wetness. "yes, you're doing good! so so good, please, korra.." you look at her with watery eyes and it's all over for both of you because her movements are getting faster and sloppier and you cannot take it anymore. especially after second orgasm. or third. who knows, she literally can go all night. besides, you really think her sweaty and breathless face is sexy as fuck, so it's okay! you can take it >_<
Summary: On the eve of the yearly Moon Blossom Festival in Zaofu, you cross paths with Kuvira, who is still settling into her new life after pleading guilty and being sentenced to house arrest in the metal city. Your feelings about the former Great Uniter are confusing and conflicted, but there is an undeniable sympathy that blossoms in your chest when you realize Kuvira is not a monster, but a woman trying to find her place in a world that still sees her as one.
A/N: I started writing this on a whim and couldn't have anticipated that it would turn into such a lovely idea, involving one of my favorite symbolisms to date. I hope you all enjoy this story that already holds a dear place in my heart. Feedback and reblogs are very important and appreciated. ♡ Also, Su plays matchmaker lol.
Word count: 5,3k
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Every morning began the same.
Kuvira woke shortly before sunrise; it had become habit long before she could remember. Even now, stripped of rank, title, army, and empire, her body still obeyed an internal clock that refused to change. The first pale hints of dawn had barely begun to spill across the mountains surrounding Zaofu when she sat upright in bed.
She folded her blanket with crisp, practiced movements; straightened the pillow; and smoothed every wrinkle from the sheets until they looked untouched.
The room she occupied inside the Beifong estate was modest compared to the quarters she had once commanded, but she kept it immaculate. Every object had its place, every surface remained spotless.
Kuvira dressed in a simple dark green sleeveless shirt and dark pants; after a short workout in the courtyard while the estate was still quiet, she ate a simple breakfast in silence before beginning whatever work Suyin had assigned her for the day.
Every morning began the same, and routine kept her mind busy, with no room for unnecessary thoughts.
The sentence of house arrest had never meant idleness. If anything, Kuvira had insisted on working. She repaired any mundane piece of metalwork: damaged irrigation systems, dented flowerpots, asymmetrical walkways. She also helped restore neglected gardens, sorted supplies, and organized storage buildings. Whatever Suyin asked of her, she completed without complaint.
Sometimes Kuvira worked until her muscles trembled from exhaustion. She welcomed it; physical fatigue was easier to carry than the weight in her chest.
Most mornings, the workers already tending the estate would acknowledge Suyin with smiles. They greeted one another warmly, shared jokes, talked about their families. Each word carried the ease born within the safe metal walls of Zaofu.
Then Kuvira arrived, and the conversations slowly ended. Someone suddenly remembered another task elsewhere, leaving the current one only half finished just so they could disappear around a corner. Gardeners quietly moved to another flowerbed, gathering their tools clumsily enough that a set of shears clattered to the ground. Young apprentices who had been laughing together lowered their voices until silence settled between them.
The distance always formed naturally, as if carried by instinct. As if the air itself bent around her. Kuvira never commented, made sure never to look offended, or display any feeling at all.
She simply picked up her tools and began working, fingers burying into cold dirt as she tucked a new seedling in its place. If she noticed—and of course she noticed—her expression never betrayed it.
Their fear wasn't irrational. It was earned.
The people of Zaofu had watched her march an army through these very streets. They had watched her imprison dissenters, threaten the city she had once called home, and nearly destroy the family that had raised her.
Sometimes mothers walking through the city with their children would notice her approaching. They would instinctively move to the opposite side of the path. The children always looked confused; sometimes curious, some even waved. The parents gently lowered the tiny hands before hurrying away.
Kuvira never blamed them; she couldn't. Not when she understood, with a clarity that never left her, exactly what she had become in their memories.
She could still recall the sharp finality of orders spoken without hesitation, the way fear had once straightened into obedience in her presence. She had called it order then; purpose, necessity, and had believed in it with every ounce of her being. Now, those same memories returned to her in quieter hours like echoes down an empty corridor, each one carrying a weight she could no longer set down.
Kuvira would pass through Zaofu and feel it in the smallest gestures, in each averted gaze of rejection; it all landed with a familiar, quiet impact—like a stone sinking into still water, spreading ripples she could not stop. She told herself, as she always did, that people had every right to want nothing but distance from her.
But understanding never dulled the ache; it did not make guilt and regret easier to carry.
Something inside her grew quieter each time it happened, not in peace, but in erosion. As if parts of her were slowly being worn down by the very silence she moved through, grain by grain, until even her thoughts began to feel distant from her own voice.
And still, what hurt most was not their fear. It was that she could not expect them to feel any differently.
So she walked through the silence she had helped create, carrying the knowledge that every step forward was also a reminder of what she had left behind.
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Late that morning, Suyin asked her to retrieve several maintenance reports from another wing of the Beifong estate.
Kuvira had accepted with a nod. She walked the familiar corridors with measured steps, hands folded neatly behind her back.
The estate hadn't changed much. The polished floors still reflected the light from the tall windows; the same quiet hum of activity drifted through the walls, softened by distance and stone.
She remembered running through these hallways as a kid. Remembered arguing with Wing and Wei. Remembered playing hide and seek with Opal on the days they didn't argue over attention or broken toys.
Those memories belonged to someone who almost felt like a stranger now; Kuvira thought back on them with something bittersweet tugging at her heartstrings. A wistfulness for a time long gone.
With half her mind lost in thought, Kuvira rounded a corner. And someone else came rushing around it from the opposite direction at the same time.
The collision happened too quickly for either of them to stop.
A startled gasp escaped your lips as the stack of documents you carried burst into the air, pages scattering in every direction like scared birds taking flight.
You stumbled backward with the impact, your heel catching against the polished floor. Surely you would have fallen, hitting your back against the hard floor in what would've been an embarrassing way to get hurt—but Kuvira reacted on instinct.
One hand shot out to catch your forearm, closing around the fabric of your shirt with a firm grip. The other settled carefully around your waist, steadying you before you could hit the ground.
For a single, suspended heartbeat, everything stood still. The papers drifted lazily around you and her. Sunlight spilled through the tall windows, catching tiny specks of dust floating between you.
And Kuvira found herself looking into unfamiliar eyes; warm, beautiful, and wide with surprise. The hand she had around your waist remained with a tight grip, subconsciously pressing part of your body against hers.
You stared at her with an intensity she wasn't used to, your chest heaving unsteadily with each breath and gaze darting back and forth over Kuvira's features. Dark auburn hair framed your face, still flushed with the shock of nearly falling, a few loose strands slipping free to brush prettily against your cheeks.
And there, resting behind your right ear and slightly tangled between your hair, was a small yellow flower with a slightly orange center. The unexpected sprinkle of color and delicacy stole the words from Kuvira's mouth, along with the timid start of a smile at the corner of your lips, as if ready to thank her for not letting you fall.
But your eyes… Kuvira found herself especially captured by them. Sunlight reflected against dark pupils, and still the warmth in your look rivaled that of the sun. Your lashes caught the corners of your cheeks when your smile almost reached them. And Kuvira couldn't remember the last time someone had looked at her like that.
For just an instant, neither of you spoke.
Until Kuvira became strangely aware that she was still holding you. She cleared her throat, asking quietly; "Are you alright?" Her voice remained calm and measured, though there was a softness beneath it that made the words feel less like a polite question and more like something offered carefully, almost hesitantly. Her posture stayed steady, shoulders squared from years of discipline, but her hands loosened only after she was certain you had found your balance again.
Your eyes suddenly widened further when the sound of her voice shattered the strange spell that had momentarily settled between you; your breath caught so sharply it was almost audible. Recognition flooded your expression in a wave so immediate it seemed to drain the color from your face.
Not recognition of the woman standing before you. Recognition of who she had once been.
You stepped back so abruptly that Kuvira immediately released you, lowering her hands to try and look the least bit threatening she could muster. The familiar cold sting of rejection prickled her heart.
"I- I'm so sorry," You stammered, voice coming out thin and uneven. You immediately crouched to gather the scattered papers, movements quick and clumsy as you strived to keep your lungs working properly. "I wasn't looking where I was going."
A lock of hair fell forward over your face as you bent, and you pushed it back with a hand that was still trembling. The movement caused the small yellow flower that had been resting behind your ear to fall, but you hardly seemed to notice it.
Kuvira knelt without thinking, moving to help you gather the papers.
"You don't need to-" You hurried to say, unable to look her in the eyes as your heart beat a mile a minute.
"It's fine." Kuvira reached for the same page you did.
You froze the instant your fingers nearly touched, hand hovering in the air for a beat too long. Then, with visible hesitation, you quietly withdrew it, tucking your arm back against your chest.
Kuvira caught it; she felt how you pulled away from her like a deep chill settling in her bones. Her gaze flicked briefly to your face, watching how you kept your eyes pointedly away from her; then to the paper, and something unreadable passed through her expression before she carefully picked up the document instead and held it toward you.
You accepted it so quickly that the paper nearly slipped from your grasp. "Thank you." And your voice fell as nothing but a breath.
In truth, you couldn't quite pinpoint the feeling twisting inside your stomach right now. When Kuvira was transferred back to Zaofu in her new sentence, Suyin had broken the news to you herself, speaking of how the former Great Uniter was trying to right her wrongs, to fix what she'd broken. And you knew that Su would never lie to you, or put the people of Zaofu in danger.
And, if you looked at the woman kneeling before you now—with a dark braid falling over her shoulder and hazy sunlight softening the sharp lines of her features—you'd be lying if you said you didn't catch the restraint in each of her movements; as if she knew people would shrink away from her touch, from her very presence. And, damn your soft heart, part of you felt for her. But you also couldn't seem to forget that hers had been the face that stood before an army, with her chin held high and with sharp orders to conquer the city you called home.
Kuvira gave a small nod, her movements restrained and precise, as though she were trying to take up as little space as possible.
Another awkward pause stretched between you, filled only by the faint rustle of the remaining papers in your hands and the distant sounds of the estate beyond the hallway.
"I should… I should go." You gathered the remaining documents into an uneven stack, barely checking whether they were in order before clutching them tightly against your chest. You stood up in one sharp move, your entire frame tense with the effort of retreating politely without seeming rude. You gave Kuvira a brief glance, mustering a small smile, "Excuse me."
Then you were gone. Almost running down the hallway.
The silence you left behind lingered.
Kuvira remained kneeling for another moment, one hand resting lightly against the floor as she digested the tightness in her chest, before slowly standing. There was a slight pause before she straightened fully, as if the encounter had left her more unsettled than she wanted to admit.
The yellow flower that fell from your hair still lay on the floor, its petals slightly bent and crooked now. Kuvira retrieved it, carefully twirling the stem between her fingers as she looked toward the now-empty hallway to where you had disappeared, then quietly continued on her way.
Her face remained perfectly composed, every line of it carefully arranged into calm neutrality. Only the faint tightening of her jaw betrayed the ever-growing stack of buried feelings, stitched messily together and bound to someday break and bleed.
She carefully tucked the yellow flower into the pocket of her pants.
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The afternoon passed much like every other. Kuvira repaired broken stone edging around one of the western ponds. Adjusted the metal work on irrigation valves. Helped two workers lift heavy planting boxes into place, even though neither worker spoke to her beyond what was necessary. When they finished, they thanked each other. Neither thanked her; Kuvira simply inclined her head and continued working.
She told herself it didn't matter. That work wasn't done for recognition; work was simply work, something to keep her mind busy and especially to make herself useful in a city she had nearly destroyed.
Still, by the time evening approached, Kuvira found herself thinking about the frightened look in your eyes when you two bumped into each other. For a single moment, there had been that warmth in your gaze, reflecting sunlight and looking at her as if she were anyone but herself. And then there was the recognition: because she'd been holding you so close, Kuvira had watched, almost as if in slow motion, as your eyes widened with something cold and tense.
And while she had been looking down at kind eyes and soft auburn hair, you had been looking into the sharp green eyes of the person that parents warned their children about.
It hurt to watch such a change happen in real time. Kuvira had expected it, but it hurt nonetheless.
And she didn't even know your name, but part of her already missed the brief warmth that you had looked at her with. No one had looked at her like that in a long, long time.
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Suyin's office door stood partially open, a thin wedge of warm lamplight spilling into the hallway and catching on the polished brass handle. Outside, night had settled almost completely, and the metal domes were ready to be closed at any moment.
Kuvira knocked lightly before pushing the heavy door open. "Su? I'm done with the-"
She stepped inside, only to halt her steps as she was halfway through the threshold.
You already stood beside Suyin's desk, carefully arranging several folders into neat stacks with quick, practiced hands. You had your head bent slightly as you worked, a loose strand of hair slipping forward over one cheek. You looked focused, entirely absorbed in the task until the sound of Kuvira's voice reached you.
The moment your eyes landed on Kuvira, every line of your body tightened. Your fingers paused over the folder you had been holding, and a faint flush of alarm rose in your face, as though you had been caught somewhere you had no business being.
"Oh." The word came out small and breathless. Your eyes darted briefly toward Suyin, as if silently asking whether you should stay or flee. "I… I'll come back to finish this later."
"Nonsense, you don't have to leave," Suyin began with an easy smile, glancing between you and Kuvira with the sort of patient calm that suggested she had already anticipated this exact reaction. "It's alright."
You offered a polite, hurried smile in turn that never quite reached your eyes. "It's okay, Su." You pushed the folders aside and out of Suyin's way before stuffing your hands in the pockets of your pants. "I actually just remembered I still have to deliver the festival schedules."
Before either woman could answer, you slipped past Kuvira with a tight-lipped smile and a nod of acknowledgement, and disappeared out into the hallway.
The room became quiet. Not empty—Suyin was still there, the faint scratch of papers against wood still lingering in the air—but quiet in the way a room becomes after something delicate has been broken and everyone is pretending not to notice.
Kuvira watched the open doorway for a second longer; the sound of your footsteps grew ever more distant, swallowed by the night and the golden lights of the hallway. Kuvira's fingers tapped the side of her thigh in a restless rhythm before she turned back toward Suyin. "…Who is she?"
Suyin studied her for a moment before answering, her expression unreadable in the way only someone who knew Kuvira too well could manage. She moved around her desk, one hand resting briefly on the back of her chair. Su finally revealed your name, and then, "She's my new assistant."
Oh. Kuvira hesitated, trying to decide how to feel about the fact that she would surely be seeing you around quite a lot. "The one organizing the seasonal events?"
Suyin smiled faintly, the corner of her mouth lifting with a trace of dry amusement along with a quirk of her eyebrow. "And half the estate, if you ask me."
Kuvira nodded once, averting her eyes to somewhere on the portraits and books resting on the shelves of Su's office.
"I see." The words were neutral, but her posture had gone subtly rigid. Her hands folded behind her back, fingers interlaced so tightly that the knuckles had gone pale beneath the skin.
Silence settled between them. It stretched. Not uncomfortable exactly, but weighted.
After the long pause, Kuvira spoke again. "We met earlier, briefly." She stalled, mulling over the words and debating whether she actually wanted to say them out loud. A sharp intake of breath and the twitch on Kuvira's brows were the only telling of her inner conflict.
"She looked… frightened." Her voice remained even, controlled. The same calm tone she once used to discuss agreement terms with town governors.
Anyone else might have believed the observation carried no emotion at all.
Suyin knew better.
She had watched Kuvira grow up. She knew the difference between composure and concealment. She recognized the subtle rigidity in Kuvira's shoulders, the way her chin had lifted a fraction too high, the almost imperceptible tension in her jaw.
Suyin let out a breath through her nose, almost a sigh. Something like sympathy softened her expression. "She knows who you were. She had already moved to Zaofu when your army arrived."
Kuvira lowered her gaze for only a fraction of a second, long enough for the golden light from the lamps to catch on her lashes. "I figured as much."
Taking the few steps to close the distance between them, Suyin placed a hand on Kuvira's shoulder. The answer came softly, "I imagine she's trying to reconcile that with the person standing here now."
Kuvira gave a curt nod, holding her posture, unwavering. But when she finally spoke, her voice had gone quieter still. "I don't blame her."
"Kuvira-"
"She's being sensible," Kuvira managed the smallest smile, but it carried no warmth, no relief—only the faint, tired shape of acceptance. "Same as everyone else." The words landed heavier than either of them wanted.
Suyin held a pause, looking at the young woman she'd once raised, at the straight spine, the careful restraint, the way Kuvira seemed to hold herself together by force of habit alone.
For all her discipline, for all her composure, Kuvira still expected rejection before kindness. As though disappointment had become the safest expectation.
"With our festival on the way, I imagine you'll be seeing each other more often," Suyin tried, her voice taking on that familiar comforting tone. "She might come around quicker than others."
Su ducked her head, trying to catch a glimpse of Kuvira's eyes. "Don't dismiss the possibility of having a friend, Kuvira. Part of making up for your mistakes is trying to build new connections with people you might've hurt in the past."
A flicker of poorly concealed vulnerability glinted in Kuvira's emerald eyes, soft under the dim light of the room. She released the grip on her own hands at last, loosening tense muscles.
The prospect of having someone who didn't look at her as if she were a monster to be caged was something that got Kuvira's heart racing despite her efforts of trying to bury the feeling. The issue lay in the fact that she had no idea how to have a friend, or how to be deserving of one.
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Two days later, you stood beneath the shade of a flowering tree overlooking one of Zaofu's eastern gardens, reviewing plans for the upcoming Moon Blossom Festival.
The late afternoon light bathed the metal walls of the city in soft pink and warm orange, bouncing off intricate fountains and weaving in between tree leaves slowly dancing with the breeze. There was something undeniably serene about the afternoons in the metal city sometimes.
The paper in your hands was already beginning to soften at the edges from how often you had folded and unfolded it. You kept smoothing your thumb over the same crease near one corner, though you weren't really reading the words anymore.
Your attention kept drifting to the garden below—the careful geometry of the hedges, the bright ribbons of blossoms threaded through the paths, the workers moving with practiced ease between beds of color.
Everything looked peaceful from up here, almost effortless. But you knew better than to believe that. Behind every polished railing and every perfectly trimmed branch was a dozen arguments about placement, timing, and whether the lanterns should be hung two inches higher or lower than last year.
You didn't notice Suyin approaching until the older woman stopped right beside you.
You straightened at once, a little too quickly, and tucked the papers closer to your chest before realizing you had done it. You only relaxed your shoulders with an embarrassed sigh once you realized who it was.
Suyin watched you with an amused grin and eyes soft with affection. "Everything coming together?"
"I think so." You smiled, though it came out a little tired around the edges. Past the outline of Suyin's figure beside you, the last rays of sun dipped below the mountains surrounding Zaofu.
"You think so?" She teased, bumping her shoulder against yours before glancing at the gardens below.
You let out a small huff of laughter and glanced back down at the plans, as if the answer might be hiding there if you looked hard enough. "I'll know for sure after the gardeners stop changing their minds every five minutes."
That earned a quiet laugh from Suyin, warm and familiar, the kind that made the tension in your shoulders loosen without you meaning it to.
"I'm sure you'll figure it out; you always do."
You stood together in companionable silence for a while, watching workers trim hedges into graceful spirals. The breeze carried the scent of damp earth and blooming flowers up to where you stood, and you found yourself breathing a little slower. Suyin's presence had that effect on people—steady, grounding, impossible to ignore without feeling the absence of it.
You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, then back again. You had been meaning to ask something for a couple of days now, and the words had only grown heavier the longer you waited.
Your fingers tightened around the papers until the edges bent slightly. Then you spoke, somewhat hesitantly. "…Lady Suyin?"
"Hm?"
You swallowed, looking down at the papers in your hands, suddenly fascinated by a line of handwritten notes you had already memorized. "Can I ask you something?"
A grin sneaked into Suyin's features. "You just did."
It stole a chuckle from you, the sound brief and a little nervous. "It's about… Kuvira."
Suyin held the silence with an attentive ease only she could pull off, and that somehow made you more aware of your own uncertainty. You could feel the question sitting in your chest like a stone. Once spoken, it could not be taken back. You kept your gaze on the garden below, where recently lit golden lanterns reflected off the metal edges of the walkways.
"I remember when her army arrived in Zaofu, when they marched in and took down the domes. I remember being scared." Your voice was quieter now, with a deliberate and careful edge to it; as if caught by a memory. "I know the things she did."
Another pause. The workers below continued trimming and arranging flowers as if nothing in the world had changed, as if the weight of history could be set aside for the sake of a festival. You wished, briefly and irrationally, that you could do the same.
"And I can…" You searched for the words, your brows drawing together as you tried to make sense of the knot in your own thoughts. "I can see how much she is trying to set things right. Redeem herself, I suppose. But… has she really changed?"
The question wasn't accusatory. Only uncertain. It was your way of trying to reconcile your memories with the feeling in your heart and figure out which was correct.
Suyin answered without hesitation. "Yes." The certainty in her voice made you glance up.
"Her actions hurt us all, but the Kuvira I've known since she was a little girl has never been a bad person. Even after I took her under my care, she had trouble finding where she belonged." Suyin continued, a pensive frown settling over her features as she stared down at the gardens. "When the Earth Kingdom was left behind in chaos, I think part of her saw her own past looking back at her. Part of it might have been my fault, too. I should've seen it; maybe I should've stepped up beside her."
Suyin held a pause, feeling the weight of your gaze on her as she spoke. "But, what matters now is that in the end, Kuvira realized she had started causing more harm than good, that she'd strayed from her own path. She surrendered to Korra, and she wants to make amends."
"…Do you trust her?" You whispered, hoping for one answer more than the other.
"I do." Suyin finally turned her attention back to you, a soft, understanding smile playing on her lips. "I trust the woman she's choosing to become."
The distinction lingered between you, along with a charged silence for several beats.
You considered it carefully, digesting each and every word from Suyin. Your face shifted into something complicated, and Suyin didn't pressure you, giving time for the truth to settle in.
"I saw her the other day." You eventually found yourself blurting out, voice quiet as the words fell from your mouth of their own volition.
Suyin shifted her body toward you, just enough to show she was listening.
"In the hallway, as I was heading to your office." Your mouth tightened slightly as you remembered it. The sudden collision, the way Kuvira had caught you before you could fall, how completely caught off guard you'd been, unable to think of anything to say beyond a panicked excuse to walk away as soon as possible.
"We sort of… bumped into each other," you admitted quietly. "I was startled; I didn't know how to react."
But you also remembered the hesitation in those sharp green eyes of hers, and how Kuvira had pointedly kept herself at a safe distance from you, as if to say you were never in any danger with her. And that sympathy that had bloomed in your heart that day came back all over again.
"That's alright, darling." Suyin's answer was gentle, without judgment. She placed a warm hand on your shoulder and squeezed once. "I'm sure she understands."
You looked down at your own hands, at the way your fingers had gone pale from gripping the papers too tightly. You loosened them with an effort. "But now I can't stop thinking… if maybe I was a little rude to her."
You hesitated, then gave a small, self-conscious shrug, as if embarrassed by the honesty of what you were about to say. "She wasn't what I expected."
"No?" Genuine curiosity dripped from Su's voice.
You shook your head, biting at the inside of your cheek. "No." You still remembered how the sunlight looked when it had traced the outlines of Kuvira's features in something soft.
"It confused me." A quiet chuckle escaped you. "I think part of me was expecting someone more…"
"Scary?" Suyin finished for you, raising her brow.
"I guess so." You frowned softly. "But she is just… just a person."
Suddenly, your breath ran shallow. And you realized that the brief memory of Kuvira had already been carved behind your eyelids. "She has a kind voice." Your words came quietly, almost being carried away by the wind as your gaze grew distant and unfocused. "…And sad eyes."
You were too caught up in your own thoughts to realize the way Suyin had been staring at you. There was a gentle kind of surprise etched on the older woman's face, and the softest smile on her lips, painted with newfound hope.
Far across the paths and the gardens below, a lone figure worked quietly among rows of flowering shrubs. Bent over damaged irrigation channels, with her dark braid falling over one shoulder. Alone, as usual.
Even from this distance, there was something unmistakable about the way Kuvira moved; precise, as though every motion had been measured and refined until nothing unnecessary remained. She did not pause to look around, nor did she seem to notice the laughter of the workers nearby or the music drifting faintly from another part of the estate. She was tucked in her own corner of the garden, surrounded by bright red roses, and had found a way to keep herself busy enough that loneliness could not quite catch up.
"Kuvira's been helping maintain the gardens for the festival," Suyin said into the quiet, her eyes fixed on Kuvira far ahead. "She isn't much for conversation…" A faint smile touched her lips, but there was something thoughtful in it too. "…but no one deserves to spend every day completely alone."
Your eyes slowly drifted back toward the solitary figure in the distance. Kuvira hadn't noticed either of you. She simply continued working; trimming withered roses, fixing fallen branches, entirely by herself.
"I know you've been working more than you should because of the festival," Suyin added, glancing at you, her voice caring but also eager. "Maybe you two could help each other. I'm sure she'd be glad to lend you a hand."
You involuntarily took in a sharp breath as soon as Suyin's suggestion hit your ears. A chill found its way to your stomach, raising goosebumps on your skin.
Something stirred inside you. A kind of curiosity that unsettled you more than fear had. Fear was simple; fear told you where to stand, what to avoid, how to keep yourself safe. Curiosity asked questions you didn't know how to answer; it made you look longer than you intended; it made you notice details you might have preferred to ignore.
You remembered the warmth of the hand that had caught you just before you fell; the steady, safe grip. The careful distance Kuvira had put between you the moment she realized you were afraid. The sadness hidden beneath a face trained never to reveal it.
You weren't sure what to make of the woman working alone in the garden. You weren't sure whether you were ready to trust her. You weren't even sure whether you should.
But as you watched Kuvira kneel beside a flowerbed—surrounded by countless red roses and vivid pink tulips, completely unaware that anyone was looking—you realized one thing with surprising certainty.
You weren't going to stop wondering.
And somehow, you already knew you were going to walk into those gardens.
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Autumn Crocus:
Symbolizes rebirth, unexpected beauty, and transformation. Its leafless autumn blooms represent hope emerging from barren times.
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summary: the team is shocked to realize that the usually cold, level-headed lin beifong actually has a soft spot for someone—and it's her subordinate, who happens to be half her age.
wordcount: 2.5k ⋆ tlok masterlist
warnings: smut, porn with very little plot, alcohol, tipsy sex, age gap, forbidden relationships, power dynamic (lin is your boss), inappropriate use of metalbending (bdsm and metal strap), mommy/mama kink, mean dom!lin beifong, aftercare
a/n: for my baby @mikaelvr dividers by cafekitsune
lin beifong. the woman who always sits behind her desk with a cold, unreadable expression. the woman who metalbends like it’s part of her blood. the woman who always stands around with her arms crossed. she’s usually the woman who never says no to order, or to duties that require her full attention.
so when korra approaches lin with the plea to gather some leads on a group of earthbending thugs toward south of republic city, she finds herself dumbfounded with beifong’s answer.
“no,” lin answers, pushing herself off from her chair. “i’ve got something important planned tonight.”
korra blinks. “i’m sorry but—what could be more important than this?” she waves her hand for emphasis.
lin doesn’t answer right away, tucking sheets of paper into her drawer before locking it up.
“i’ve got a date.”
korra blinks again. a date?
the lin beifong has a date? much less a partner?
the avatar searches the metal bender’s face for a long moment, trying to gouge whether or not she’s joking. finally, korra tosses her head back into a hearty laugh.
“sorry,” she wheezes. “a date? wow, beifong. i mean—who’s the lucky guy?” she tries to joke.
lin isn’t laughing.
she simply tugs off her gloves and looks the avatar over with a raise of her brow. “the lucky guy?” lin repeats in a way that makes the word guy sound bitter on her tongue.
then, the door to her office bursts open—hard and sudden. korra snaps her head to the entrance. anyone who dares to enter beifong’s office without verbal permission is bound to get a verbal beating. or worse, termination. the avatar is eager to see the unfortunate soul who stands at the doorframe.
you.
korra recognizes you as one of the girls who works at the front desk. she’s used to seeing you in a crisp uniform, but instead, you stand there primly with a flowy dress and a bright smile on your face to match.
korra finds herself frowning. she knows you’re a woman who’s… subpar at her job at best. she recognizes lin often yelling at you from her office for your poor work ethics. the chief of police must be working you to the bone for you to show up late at night on your off day.
poor girl. beifong is about to rip her a new one.
“lin!” you squeal.
korra winces even more because you just addressed the chief of police by her first name and not her title.
“what’s taking you so long? you said you’d be home by eight!”
lin—her green eyes unreadable—glances up at the clock with an expression of indifference. korra takes a step back, waiting for the classic beifong-bomb to explode at any second.
“i’m sorry, sweetheart,” lin sighs, eyes softening. “business kept me tied up at the office. you know how it is.”
lin crosses her office to meet you at the door. she raises her hand and presses her calloused palm gently against your cheek. her thumb strokes over the curve, then over your bottom lip. she smiles in content as you lean into her touch.
“i told you to wait at home for me like a good girl.”
“i know,” you sigh softly. “i just missed you. i haven’t seen you all day.”
despite korra being here first, she suddenly feels like she’s the one intruding. she clears her throat awkwardly, which catches both yours and lin’s attention.
“is there a problem, avatar?” lin hisses, her softened expression shifting back into a mask of familiar coldness.
“uh—um, no!” korra chuckles awkwardly, waving her hands like an idiot. “no problem at all—i just, uh, i didn’t know you had a girlfriend—”
“she is my fiance.” lin cuts off. “do you have an issue?”
korra begins shuffling towards the exit, already plotting ways to tell the entire team about this.
“n-no! not at all! enjoy your date, beifong!”
between fucking each other through your eyes and rubbing your foot against lin’s shin underneath the dinner table, you two become insatiable with each other from the minute you got your first sip of wine, up until you’re pressed against the wall of your shared home with lin’s lips all over yours.
the metal bender is hungry with lust, forcing her tongue to slip past your lips as she claims every wet inch of your mouth as her own.
“you had too much to drink,” lin groans into you. “could get drunk just off your lips, my dear.”
lin presses her strong thigh between your legs, forcing you to part for her. your fingers tangle in her silver strands, giving it a harsh tug that makes her moan.
“bad, bad girl.” she hisses.
her hands are so large, tracing every inch of your curves. groping you, feeling you, making you hers in every way possible.
she moves like she’s been starving for this, and you know she has. you’re not oblivious to the way her cold, green eyes watches your every move from where you sat at the front desk. the way you purposefully drop papers by her feet, scrambling to your knees and looking up at her with eyes that can pass off as innocent—but lin knows better. she knows how much you love to be put in your place.
lin presses her nose into the crook of your neck, breathing you in.
“always such a tease when i’m trying to work,” she nips at your skin, making you gasp. “trying so hard to get my attention. trying to get me to crack.” she bites hard, making you cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. “but they don’t know. they don’t know how much of a slut you are behind closed doors, wearing my ring on your little finger. the ring that you always leave at home because you don’t want people to know that you belong to the chief of police.”
“l-lin,” you gasp, rubbing your dripping cunt helplessly against her clothed thigh. “n-need you—”
“need your mama?”
the pet name makes your eyes roll back with desire. expensive wine dances in your blood, making your nerves yearn for the older woman who has you pinned helplessly against the wall.
you nod frantically. “yes! i need you so bad, mommy! please—take care of me?”
lin pulls back, looking down at you with an expression that’s hard to read.
her brows are knitted together with sexual frustration, highlighting the wrinkles around her cold eyes.
“look at you,” she scoffs with kiss-swollen lips, “so young, yet so pent up with lust. what a pathetic sight.”
“lin,” you grip her crisp, white blouse. it’s unbuttoned halfway, revealing the lace of her black bra. “please. i can’t wait anymore. i’ve been so good.”
your words come out in a breathless, drunken slur. each word dangles at the tip of your tongue, enticing her for more.
“yeah? you’ve been good?”
you nod.
lin hums, contemplating. finally, she tilts her chin roughly to the direction of your shared bedroom. “go. i expect to see you completely bare. face down, ass up on the bed. if you really want it, you’ll make it quick.”
your eyes gleam all beady like a dog who was given a bone.
excitedly, you make your way to the bedroom, your bare feet padding against the floor, eager to present yourself to her. you strip yourself quickly, discarding your date night dress and your soaked panties. you position yourself exactly how she likes it. your face pressed against the pillow, hands behind your back, and your ass up in the air.
you hear clothes being shuffled around in the room over. excitement fills your core at the thought of lin—muscular, scarred, and naked—ready to take you. you hear the familiar thumping of her footsteps right behind you, and as you crane your neck to peer over your shoulder, a cold band of metal enclasps around your wrists and ankle, pinning you still.
a black belt hovers over her hips with a metal shaft sitting stiffly between her legs.
she grins, coming up to the bed and letting the mattress dip as she crawls over to you from behind. her thumb swipes over your wet cunt as she spreads your folds wide, inspecting you.
“good slut,” she praises, her voice raspy and deep. “so wet for me. bet you can take this metal strap so easily.”
her large palms settle tightly over your hips, pulling you back until the blunt end of her metal cock parts your entrance wide. your cunt is warm against the metal, stretching to accommodate the size as she sinks deeper and deeper. your eyes widen while your mouth part into a gasp.
“oooohhh, lin!” you cry against the pillow. “yess, mommy! you’re filling me up so deep!”
lin lets out a needy groan as sheathes her cock all the way inside. once settled, slowly, she draws her hips back and forth, fucking you in a surprisingly gentle rhythm. she admires the way you take her metal cock—licking her lips at the sight of the creamy white ring you left around the shaft every time she pulls out and fucks right back in.
your pussy is surprisingly pliant, taking every inch of her with no problem.
“look at you,” she breathes. “taking every inch like you were made for this.”
you moan softly. “am i being a good girl, mommy?”
“hah,” she laughs incredulously. “either that, or you’re just a natural born slut.”
your eyes glance over your shoulder again, and your eyes widen when you realize what she’s doing.
behind you, she twists her hand in a way that’s all too familiar: metal bending.
the metal cock grows an inch or two deeper inside you, up until you feel it kiss your cervix. your vocal chords strain into a loud cry which only satisfies lin.
“good. cry for me and take every inch of it, sweetheart!”
her heavy and muscular body leans over you, her tits pressing against your sweaty back while she fucks you with wild abandon. the bed creaks and cries in time with your moans. your senses are overwhelmed with pleasure. with one hand holding your hip tight, the other finds their way into your hair, tugging it harder into the mattress. lin mutters filthy words into your ear, but you can’t make them out—too stimulated with her metal cock and too tipsy off wine to even think.
“m-mama,” you mutter. “so good. so close. don’t stop—ah!”
before long, your cunt spasms violently around the metal shaft. your hips twitch and convulse as a cocktail of sensations take over your body completely. your drool dampens the white pillow beneath you while your cunt sprays out juices that lin would be happy to lick up later.
“gooood girl,” she coos. “cumming so hard around mommy’s cock. good fucking girl.”
you slump into the mattress, trying to catch your breath—but slumber takes over you instead.
your body decides for you: settling into a quick nap, leaving lin clean to up the mess around you. not that she’s complaining.
in a little while, you awake to her strong arms wrapping tight around your body. you don’t now exactly how much time has passed, but it was clearly enough for her to clean and change into a fresh pair of pajamas.
the cotton of her white tank top soothes your wet cheeks as she pulls you close. her hands run up and down your bare back while she presses kisses to your sweaty temples. she’s so gentle, so soft in a way that contradicts the way she treated you earlier.
babbling tiredly, all you can do is melt into her arms.
“so cute,” lin murmurs so quietly, and she doesn’t care if you can hear her or not. “get some rest, my little pet.”
she glances over her shoulder, finding your wedding ring on the bedside table. she reaches over with a groan, slipping it onto your finger.
“my dirty little secret.”
lin walks into the office with a bright head on her shoulders, ready to tackle the day.
she knows she has that meeting with korra and tenzin—something about some thugs that korra tried to stop the other night. she greets the security who lingers at the front of the building. upon entering, she also greets you.
“good morning, chief beifong,” you say with a guileless smile behind your desk, as if she hadn’t ruined you the night before.
“good morning.” she replies curtly, stopping at your table. “what’s on the schedule today?”
“you have a meeting at twelve. but before that, korra and her friends are already in your office, waiting for you.” you try to explain as professional as possible.
lin raises a brow, resting a palm over your desk and leaning in close. “they’re in my office, you say? and who let them in?”
you flutter your lashes at her innocently with a grin.
“oh, i’m sorry,” you tease, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. the metal band of your wedding ring glints in the sunlight that peers through the windows, catching lin’s attention. “was i not supposed to do that?”
lin’s eyes widen slightly in disbelief. you’re wearing the ring to the office?
then, a smug little grin tugs at the corners of her lips, emphasizing the wrinkles around it.
“no. you weren’t.”
she glances around the office. coast is clear. then, she grabs the collar of your uniform and pulls you close until her lips brush against your ear.
“looks like i’m going to have to punish you for that later, don’t i?”
warmth fills your belly and trickles down to the very tips of your toes. you clench your thighs together, biting your lip.
“i’ll accept whatever punishment you give me, chief beifong.”
lin grins. “that’s a good little pet.” she pulls back and stands up straight, as if nothing happened at all. “get back to work. it’s going to be a long day.”
“yes, chief.”
lin turns to the direction of her office, and she stops short.
peering through the office windows, she finds a group of troublemakers stacked upon each other like pancakes—all eyes wide and all jaws dropped. korra. mako. bolin. asami. tenzin.
when they finally realize they’ve been caught red handed by the chief of police, they all rush away from the window like a bunch of kids and try to appear ‘normal'—which they ultimately fail to do.
bolin twiddles his thumbs like an idiot. mako is holding up a piece of paper, trying to seem interested but how can he when he’s holding the paper upside down? korra crosses her arms and whistles a tune to make her seem bored. tenzin clears his throat, but instead, he chokes on his spit. asami is patting him on the back for comfort.
a deep and heavy sigh leaves lin’s lips, already dreading walking through her own doors.
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.”
do you do short oneshots? because i just saw this trend ( https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSQArw5AB/ ) and immediately thought of lin. where it's still in RCPD but more modern. 😋🍴
Lin Beifong x Influencer Girlfriend!Reader
WC: 1k+
Synopsis: You ask Lin to be in another one of your videos.
Being in a relationship with Republic City’s most famous social media influencer meant Lin often found herself in front of a camera she had absolutely no desire to be near.
The department heads claimed it was excellent publicity for the police force, and annoyingly enough, they weren't entirely wrong. After a few viral videos, the Chief of Police had reluctantly developed a massive following across the United Republic and beyond.
Lin had just finished metalbending her uniform into place when you appeared beside her. You were far too dressed up for this early in the morning. Your makeup was flawless, your hair was styled in a way that told her you had plans of going out. You were wearing a cute crop top paired with high-waisted jeans. The glimpse of exposed skin at your waist was distracting enough on its own, but the mischievous sparkle in your eyes told her this wasn't just a casual send off like you usually did when she was leaving for work. You wanted something.
You stood on your tiptoes and pressed a quick kiss to Lin's lips. Before you could fully pull away, one of her arms slid around your waist and drew you back in. The kiss she gave you this time was more passionate, a proper goodbye which made your heart flutter. When she finally pulled back, a soft giggle escaped you as you noticed the faint smear of lipstick at the corner of her mouth. Licking your thumb, you reached up and carefully wiped it away.
When you tried to pull away Lin drew you flush against her. The polished metal of her uniform pressed against your soft skin. It was cool and solid beneath your hands as she held you close.
“What time do you have work?” You asked sweetly, your voice dripping with the kind of innocence that usually meant trouble.
Lin looked down at you, her eyes narrowing with quiet suspicion as she tried to figure you out. “Soon. Why are you so interested all of a sudden?”
“I can't ask my beautiful, incredibly smart girlfriend what time she works now?” You pouted cutely, your hands trailing up her breastplate to wrap securely around her neck. “I didn't know that was a crime, Chief.”
Lin rolled her eyes, though her arms tightened around your waist, holding you close. “Just spit it out already before you make me late.”
Your eyes sparked with pure excitement, and Lin couldn't stop the wave of warmth that flooded her chest when you got like this. You slipped out of her embrace and pulled out your phone, searching for the video you wanted to recreate.
Lin watched the trending video three times, her brow furrowing lower with each loop. She still didn't understand why her presence was required. “So, you want me to just stand there while you shake your ass?”
“Yes!” You said quickly, cutting in before she could overthink it. The longer Lin analyzed something, the less likely she was to agree. “The good thing is, I don't even have to ask you to look intimidating babe, that part is basically effortless for you.”
Lin scoffed, but the corner of her mouth betrayed her with the slightest upward curve. “Is that an insult?”
“Nope,” You quipped, already stepping away from her to set up your phone on the ring light stand. “It’s a compliment. I find your brooding very sexy. And so do my three million followers.”
Lin’s cheeks tinted a dusty pink. She crossed her arms tightly over her chest, clearing her throat to steady her voice. “Where do you want me?”
You beamed, dragging her into the perfect frame before rushing back to hit the countdown timer. The viral sound started blasting through the bedroom. You instantly slid into character, flashing a dazzling smile at the lens.
You bent your knees and begin to twerk- well, started to, just long enough to get a few seconds of footage before stepping out of frame and pausing to switch the camera to Lin.
She stood exactly where you'd left her, arms folded firmly across her chest, broad shoulders squared beneath her uniform. For a brief moment, she looked directly into the camera. Her expression was perfectly flat, but there was something unmistakably protective in the way she stared down the camera. It was the same look she gave people who got a little too comfortable around you in public.
You bit your lip to stifle a laugh. There it was, the exact shot you wanted. Before Lin could even open her mouth to question what you were doing, you ended the recording. The music cut off sharply, leaving you both in sudden silence.
You rewatched the finished product and squealed, bouncing on your toes. “Oh, this is perfect baby!”
“We're done?” She asked, her voice was skeptical. This might be the easiest video you ever asked her to do.
You practically launched yourself at her, wrapping your arms tightly around her neck and burying your face against her shoulder. “Yup! I got it. The internet is going to love it.”
“Good,” Lin grunted, her muscular arms automatically came around your waist to steady you before you could knock her off balance.
You smiled against her uniform, still buzzing with excitement. “You’re acting like you don't secretly love that there's a certain part of the internet thats making thirst trap videos of you right now.”
Lin stiffened, her arms tightened around your waist as she slowly looked down at you. “They're making what?”
You buried your face against her shoulder to hide your grin. “Thirst trap videos, fan edits, whatever you want to call it baby.”
Her expression somehow grew even more horrified. “Explain.”
You pulled back just enough to look up at her, fighting a losing battle against your laughter. “You know. Dramatic edits with slow-motion clips. People putting music over videos of you looking sexy as hell.”
“Some of them have millions of views.”
She squinted her eyes at you like this was somehow your doing which was partially true.
“I've reposted a few.” You continued, your voice teasing, “For science.”
Lin shook her head in disbelief. She would never understand the internet. “Of course you have.”
“I'm supporting local artists.” You tell her seriously, giggling at the end as you looked at the unimpressed look she gave you.
Lin groaned, releasing you so she could go to work. “That's not what that means.”
