Make sure to be signed in to twt or else the links won’t work
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
summary: you and your friends finally go on a well-deserved beach trip, and your girlfriend decides to make it an even more memorable experience.
wc: 2.6k
author’s note: @bae-fong gf actually barked for this, so everyone tell her thank you <3 requested!
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after weeks of korra’s tiresome avatar work, a trip to the beach was very much in order.
you flip through pages of your novel, soaking in the sunlight as you lay on your raised sunbed, when a dripping figure suddenly blocks the rays by looming over you.
you’re already smiling before you even look up, recognizing your girlfriend by her heavy panting after she ran all the way to you for her hourly sunscreen reappliance. spirits, she was such a sight. all exposed and toned under the bright sun, brown skin glistening from her swimming, her muscles bared and displayed much to your liking.
summer was always her best season.
“do i reaaally need this weird cream thing applied on me every hour? it’s so annoying.” she pouts, complaining again for the fourth time since you’ve arrived. you tuck your legs in to make space for her to sit in front of you, rolling your eyes as you fish the bottle out of your bag, “yes, korra. you asked me that an hour ago. you need sun protection, unless the idea of skin cancer appeals to you.”
“boring,” she sighs, sitting down and resting her face on her palm while you pour some of the cream onto your hands. “make it fast, babe. i still have to go drown mako, then build a better castle than all of them.“
you hum fondly, massaging the sunscreen onto the broad expanse of her back, “sounds very important, sweetie. i’ll make sure to be fast.”
she chuckles and lets you run your hands over her muscles, her hand reaching up to move her short hair away from her nape to ease your access, and the motion has her arms flexing in a way that urges you to moisten your lips.
you don’t waste the opportunity to press a kiss behind her ear, to which she purrs, pleased, backing up into you.
when you’re done with her back, you pat her shoulder so she can turn around and you can finish the rest.
she does just so, crowded between your knees as you apply a thick layer on her face.
“thought you liked me all tan and sexy.” korra muses, a smile on her face as she admires her focused girlfriend rubbing circles on her forehead.
you chuckle, cocking an eyebrow, “you’re already tan and sexy. sunscreen won’t change that.”
“yeah?” the avatar leans in closer, her lips hovering over yours in a crooked grin, letting her voice drop to a sultrier whisper. “how sexy?”
you return her smile, your hands sliding down her face to her buff shoulders while your legs wrap lazily around her waist. “so sexy all i can think about is ripping your bikini top off with my teeth right now.”
“bad girl,” she huffs a laugh and nips at your bottom lip, capturing your mouth into a sloppy kiss where you can taste the ocean’s salt on her warm tongue.
your arms wrap around her neck, returning the eager kiss while your hands splay over sun-kissed skin. you pull away with a wet pop! , smiling at how flushed she got just from making out with you. you pat her cheeks for good measure, “alright, you’re all ready for the sun now, baby. go knock yourself out with your beach plans.”
“change of plans,” she rasps before roughly smashing her lips against yours again, swallowing your startled yelp when she climbs on top of you on the sunbed.
you’re already moaning at the way her fingers map you out, thumbs sliding over your peaked nipples and palms molding to the curve of your waist, nimble fingers trailing down to fiddle with the frills of your red bikini bottoms.
“k—korra,” you stammer, flushing scarlet when she slots her knee between your thighs, the pressure devastating. “are you insane? we can’t do that here, so many people are— ah!”
her knee presses harder against your heat, cutting off your sentence. she reaches out to pull some flimsy drapes over for a bit more privacy, her heated gaze pinning you down while wisps of hot steam escape from her parted lips, “then try to be quiet.”
your head meets the cushions of the raised bedding, placed high enough so you can watch the sea full of people just right over her shoulder. however, she does not give you time to worry about being seen, her index hooking under the strap of your bikini top, right between your breasts.
“this is cute,” her smirk’s lopsided, letting your top slap back against your tits and hungrily watching them bounce at the impact. “zero coverage, too.”
her lips are back on yours in a matter of seconds, swallowing down your moans and passionately tonguing the heat of your mouth, some cold water droplets dripping down her damp hair to land on your warm skin and sending shivers down your spine.
she descends down to the column of your throat, pressing open-mouthed kisses that intensify your grinding against her knee, her firm hands making their way up your hips to slide under your back and find the knot of your bikini top. it quickly comes undone with an effortless swipe of her fingers and you yelp, the tiny fabric easily giving way for your bare chest.
“korra!” you whine, crossing your arms over yourself as your eyes scan your surroundings for witnesses in a panic. at that, she scoffs, brows furrowed, and pries your arms off. “no, let me see.”
you’re about to yell at her again when instead all that leaves your mouth is a shamefully high-pitched whine, the avatar’s lips latching onto one of your pretty nipples, greedily licking and sucking while her hand finds your other breast, kneading the flesh and rolling the bud between calloused fingertips.
you bring your fist to your mouth, biting on it to muffle the filthy moans her thorough affection is pulling out of you. “heavens, korra—” you helplessly mewl, hips bucking up into her unmoving knee, looking down at her lavishing your tits with kisses and hickeys.
blue eyes dart up to find yours and your breath hitches, the eye contact sending a jolt of arousal right down to your wetting core, and with the way she smiles smugly around your tit, you can tell she felt it too.
swollen lips detach from your chest, though swiftly replaced by thumbs to keep your sweet noises ongoing, and she peers down at you with pure satisfaction, “someone’s horny.”
you want to cry when she lifts her knee off your soaked cunt, her gaze roving down your curves to finally land on the wet patch your folds pathetically clinged to. her grin widens, and her hands slide down to spread your thighs further, “well well, would you look at that.. you’re wetter than me, and i just got back from a swim.”
you glare at her taunt, but your expression contorts into reluctant pleasure when she wholly cups your pussy, relishing your adorable whimpering and squirming under her grasp.
her free hand finds the side strings of your bottoms, untying them with a measly swirl of air she summoned, and she whistles in delight at the beautiful sight now presented to her. “so pretty. you’re so pretty.”
you shudder at the whispered praise, another wave of arousal rolling over you and she watches the extra slick your eager cunt produces in anticipation. she huffs an incredulous laugh, lifting her gaze to meet yours and carefully watching your reaction while two of her fingers start toying with your folds, “spirits, you’re so easy.”
your cheeks burn with embarrassment at her condescending tone, but you can’t help how your body responds to her touch, eyes rolling back at the feel of her digits prodding at your drooling slit. the way they slide in without any resistance met is humiliating, but you can’t bring yourself to care when your girlfriend lowers herself back down over you to kiss you again.
“mmgh, korra..” you pant breathlessly against her ear, your arms wrapping around her shoulders as her fingers pump in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace, her breath hot and steamy against your jawline that she litters with nips and love bites. her lips trail down the valley of hickeys she left earlier, kissing down your neck to the slope of your shoulder, “so soft. so pliable for me.”
you squeal, limbs flailing under her when her fingers suddenly curl upwards against your g-spot, your vision going black for a second. “oh my— korra!”
her grin’s filthy and impossibly proud, lifting her face slightly off your chest to cheekily stare down at you. “right there, huh?”
she forces an answer out of you with another thrust of her fingers that has you clawing at her back, drooling and dazedly repeating her name, your glassy eyes a clear ‘yes’ to her question. “korra!! ungh, korra, you—”
“good girl,” she presses a soft kiss over your left breast, a quiet warning for what was to come. her thumb joins in to swipe over your puffy clit, and the pressure as well as its unexpected coldness have you screaming. her free hand slaps over your mouth, an amused smile tugging at her lips as she tuts, “shh. we’re still at the beach, y’know. do you want people to see you like this, baby?”
cruelly, she waterbends the bit of sea water left on her thumb into ice against your poor clit, making you uselessly thrash under her weight, tears pricking at your eyes while you cry out against her palm. the ice melts from the sheer heat between your thighs, the water trickling down to seep into your stuffed cunt, the clash of temperatures rendering you a dumb overstimulated mess in seconds.
the entire time, she does not rip her eyes off you, drinking in the desperation and desire twisting your pretty features, the very sight turning her on even more. with a slow exhale, she leans down until your noses almost touch. “i’m gonna take my hand off your mouth now, okay? but be quiet.”
you nod, looking up at her through tears, and she smiles fondly. “attagirl.”
as promised, you chew hard on your bottom lip when she retracts her hand, trying your best to keep quiet as her fingers continue scissoring you open. when she deems your silence good enough, she nods as well, before abruptly pulling out of you and lowering herself further down your body, kissing down your sternum to your lower tummy.
your face scrunches up in confusion at the loss of her fingers and the now gentle attention, then your eyes blow wide open at the realization when she stops at your cunt, eyeing it with the filthiest smirk. you hiss, heat creeping up your cheeks to your ears, “k—korra! i don’t know if i’ll be able to stay quiet if you—”
she clicks her tongue, impatient, large palms splaying over your hips to pull you closer to her face. “then we’ll just have to find out, sweetheart. that’s your problem, so do your best.”
once again, all your protests die out immediately when she roughly licks a big stripe up your drenched center, her warm mouth on you like heaven after the icy teasing.
staying quiet proves to be near impossible, tears welling up in your eyes again at the overwhelming pleasure induced by her oh so skilled tongue, your hands reaching down to sharply pull on her brown hair.
your teeth draw blood from your bottom lip, and yet all you can do is roll your hips up into her face and moan like a slut, begging for more.
her grip’s deadly tight around your thighs while she feasts on you like you were her last dinner, her tongue flicking and lapping wildly at your wetness, her satisfied grunts rumbling in her throat and vibrating through your very walls so deliciously that your toes curl.
the harder you tug on her hair, the more frenzied her eating seems to get and you can’t keep a few screams from slipping out, barely holding it together as your legs spasm uncontrollably around her head. you choke out more sobs when she tends to your clit too, swollen and throbbing from the earlier abuse, and your eyes cross and roll back when her lips seal around it in a suckling motion.
“oh spirits, korra, korra, please—” you call out her name through tears like a prayer, your voice cracking, letting go of her hair to cover your mouth with both hands while the heat pooling deep in your guts threatens to spill over.
she scoffs at your increasingly loud pleading, earning you a light smack to the side of your thigh. “someone will hear you. behave.”
she revels in how effectively her command shuts you up, cooing praise at you before resuming her thorough devouring.
her mouth’s merciless on the poor bud, ruthlessly licking and sucking on it — even nipping at it — the exquisite pain directly registering as overwhelming pleasure in your addled mind.
you make the mistake of looking down at her through bleary half-lidded eyes, and you find her staring right back at you with the wildest gaze you’d ever seen; that’s when you completely lose it. the next swirl of her tongue has your vision flashing white, violently gushing all over her face as a mind-numbing orgasm crashes over you.
even in your otherwordly haze, you can vividly feel her lips morph into a pleased smile against your pussy while she licks up your cum, tonguing it into your sopping wet hole and cleaning up the mess on your inner thighs.
when she’s satisfied with her work, she presses a soft kiss to your perked up clit, and another to your folds. “so sweet, like always. maybe even sweeter. i think it’s that fruit punch.”
you’re totally out of it, eyes fluttering sleepily as you lay slumped on your sunbed, utterly spent and taken care of. your girlfriend finally pats your cunt goodbye, tying your bikini bottoms back on and sighing like she was mourning the very pussy she was going to eat later again today. “aw, i’ll miss her so much.”
korra’s face finally comes into view when she lifts herself up to meet your gaze again, pure joy adorning her features at how blissed out you seem. she smiles and kisses your cheek, one hand tenderly cupping your right breast, “you’re so beautiful like this. my girlfriend, all nice and fucked out on a public beach. truly a sight to behold.”
a soft moan slips out of your lips when her thumb toys with your sensitive nipple, and you shakily bring your hand up to rest over hers, the gentle, shared eye contact somehow more intimate than the whole ordeal that just took place. “.. that was.. so good, korra. thank you.”
she shakes her head, capturing your lips into a slow, steady kiss, and you taste yourself on her tongue. she smiles down at you lovingly, her other hand coming up to cradle your face. “no, thank you. you’re always so good for me, baby.”
you return her smile, stealing another brief kiss from her lips before plopping back against your cushions with a weary satisfied sigh. “..never thought i’d do that here.”
she laughs loudly, tying up your bikini top. “if you’re dating the avatar, expect more here’s and there’s, sweetheart. i can bend four elements at will, so i can also bend you wherever i want.”
you groan and kick her off the bed, flustered, making her land in the sand with a giggly yelp. “go build your sand castles, pervert.”
she gets up with a dramatic sigh, dusting herself, “so ungrateful. fine, but you won’t get to be princess in them when i’m done.”
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* art creds: @/wickesdt
so sorry for the slow posting babies, i’ve been so lazy and it took me so long to find an idea…………. anywaymgnhhh korraaaaaaa she’s my current obsession i need her so bad
summary: locked up for her crimes, you decide to pay the once great uniter a visit to her cell. little did you know, that was bound to be your biggest mistake.
wordcount: 3.4k ⋆ tlok masterlist
warnings: smut, toxic relationships, situationships, love bombing, manipulation, coercion, stockholm syndrome, mean soft dom!kuvira, fingering, cunnilingus, nipple play
a/n: bc the wife demands a tag @mikaelvr , dividers by cafekitsune
kuvira’s cell is tiny.
it’s almost laughable how the once great uniter, who was used to ruling empires and taking provinces by force, has been reduced to nothing but a war criminal locked in a cold cage.
in the corner, water drips down from the ceiling—a rhythmic tick that matches the intake of her breath. her wrists are bound with platinum handcuffs, prohibiting her from metalbending. but even if she had the means to escape, she couldn’t bring herself to leave.
after her defeat in republic city, she had fully succumbed to the nothingness. she lost everything. now, she is more than willing to accept whatever punishment the earth kingdom sees fit.
no one ever comes to visit her. not suyin. not even the avatar, despite sympathizing with how alike the two of them were. not even baatar. and worst of all, not even you.
at this point, she is even willing to accept death.
the heavy platinum door just a few feet away from her cell creaks open. the light shines in, making her wince and retreat further into the corner. she doesn’t bother looking up. it’s probably just some scrawny rookie delivering her lunch for the day.
then the door shuts and locks.
that, at least, is new.
“kuvira?”
a familiar, sweet tone. your voice echoes in the cold cell. kuvira’s eyes go wide at the sound of it. no. it’s just her mind playing tricks on her. it has to be. she refuses to look up, convinced it’s just another cruel trick of her own making.
your footsteps bring you closer with each step, stopping right at her cell. your hand slowly clasps around the platinum bar.
“kuvira, it’s me.”
finally, she looks up.
a shiver runs down your spine the moment you finally meet her dark, emerald eyes. the very eyes that used to look down on you when she worked you like a dog, barking commands at you with impossible expectations to please her.
she stares back at you, her expression completely unreadable. dark, wavy hair falls in strands over her face, making her look imposing despite her circumstances.
“you,” her voice comes out low, with a gravelly, deep rasp that never fails to make you nervous. “what are you doing here?”
you swallow hard. you’re not entirely sure why you came to visit kuvira in the first place. or maybe a part of you does know. it’s like an itch you can’t scratch, a truth you never want to admit out loud: without her presence, you feel lost.
“i just wanted to see how you were doing,” you explain, trying your best to sound indifferent.
a sharp, bitter laugh escapes her throat, her chains rattling against the metal. “is that so? you came all this way just to look down on your pathetic commander?”
as much as she wants to keep looking at you, she forces her head down—a small grievance for her own humiliation. sympathy rolls off your body so loudly that she can feel it, which only makes her feel even more helpless. she does not want your pity.
“n-no,” you mentally curse yourself for stuttering. “i didn’t come down here to belittle you. i just—”
“—just wanted to see your personal monster locked up in chains? don’t be ridiculous, sweetheart,” kuvira spits out bitterly. “you swore your loyalty to me, and now look at us. only one of us is in chains while the other wears the zaofu sigil with pride.”
your face contorts into a sneer. even now, with kuvira locked away for good, you hate the way she still manages to get under your skin. you hate how, even without her titles, she still has so much power over your feelings.
“that’s not true!” you screech, your voice echoing off the walls. “i didn’t come here to look down on you. i truly just wanted to see if you were doing okay!”
kuvira looks up, her eyes widening and her lips parting in shock.
even now, after all this time, your big heart still has space for her. beating for her, even—albeit small.
she studies the look on your face, the look she knows all too well. she recognizes the pinch in your brows, the way your bottom lip trembles with frustration whenever you do something that doesn’t please her. she recognizes the way you grip the platinum bars of her cell tightly, wishing you had all the strength in the world to tear this cage apart and break her free just so you could be with her again.
before she says something that’ll snap the devoted bubble you find yourself in, she forces her lips shut and downturns them into a frown that she knows will get her loyal pet’s heart racing.
“i’m sorry for lashing out at you,” kuvira speaks in a voice so small it nearly breaks you. “it’s just… so lonely in here.”
she huffs a self-deprecating laugh, pulling at your heart even more.
“i’m just used to a large bedroom with a king-size bed right in the middle.” she lowers her voice deliberately to a sultry rasp that you recognize all too well. “and with you lying right there next to me.”
your face goes hot, and your lips part in a soft gasp that echoes throughout the entire room. while you’re flustered, trying to mentally collect yourself, kuvira smiles—knowing she's already won you over.
“this is better, kuvira,” it sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself. “for the people. for the earth kingdom. for everyone.” your eyes are almost pleading. “and for us.”
kuvira sighs softly, letting the silence settle just for a second before she twists the knife buried in your heart.
“i miss you, baby.”
your eyes go wide. it feels like your heart is pounding wildly in your chest, desperate to release itself and reach the woman who destroyed not only your home, but your life.
all those late nights sneaking into her quarters after the rest of the military went to bed, moaning her name while your fingernails clawed into her back. all those stolen glances, the marks she would leave on your neck that you were forced to hide behind an earth empire uniform collar.
all those memories, compressed into a single, hopeless sentence.
baby.
the last time she called you that was when you were tangled in each other’s limbs after sex, where she was stroking your back and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. a promise of a life together once she took over republic city. a promise that never came.
“the things that i would do just to hold you one last time,” kuvira sighs. “to feel your fingers through my hair.”
your heart pounds wildly. suddenly, the cell key hiding in your pocket feels so much heavier.
“if things had been different, if i had just… handled things better, it wouldn’t be like this,” kuvira’s voice trickles into a broken whimper of regret. “we would be living together, right in the heart of zaofu where i was raised. we would have a wedding—just like we talked about during those late nights in the comfort of my bed.”
tears begin to dance at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill. the woman before you sounds so broken, in a way you have never heard before. the more she speaks, the smaller she looks.
“it’s not too late!” you insist, both hands finding the bars as you try to push your face through the gaps, desperate to reach her. “w—we can fix this! i can try getting suyin to hear you out. or… or—”
“don’t be ridiculous,” kuvira cuts you off, her patience fraying. she tries her best to suppress it to avoid your suspicion. “after everything i’ve done, they won’t allow it. they’ll even punish you for seeing me.”
you swallow down your tears.
“the next time you try to sneak out to see me, i’ll probably already be dead.”
your hand trembles, your shoulders slumping at the realization. “no…”
kuvira eyes the head of the key sticking out of your pocket, then looks back up at you. “but if i get at least one last opportunity to touch you, i can die in peace.”
she senses your hesitation, but she’s so close. you’re dangling right at the tip of her fingers. she just needs to find one last thing to reach in and grab you…
“i love you,” she confesses suddenly. “i felt like you needed to hear that now, otherwise you never will.”
your breath catches in your throat, and your heart stutters. without a single rational thought passing through your brain, you glance at the door. it’s locked. trapped shut. and completely soundproof.
kuvira smiles. good girl.
you fish for the key in your pocket, your hands clammy and clumsy as you try to insert it into the lock. the moment kuvira hears that delicious sound of the latch unclicking, she sits up so fast her chains rattle. you push the heavy cell door open, and she forces herself to rise slowly, lest she startle you.
she doesn’t even get the chance to stand up fully before your body collides right into hers, nearly knocking her backward. your face finds comfort against her chest, your arms wrapping tight around her waist as you pull her close.
“kuvira, i missed you,” you whimper. “i missed you so much.”
kuvira is stunned. it has been so long since she spoke to anyone, much less touched someone like this.
finally, her chin rests in that familiar spot atop your head, both hands coming up to pull you in even closer. the platinum feels heavy on her wrists, rattling with each stroke of your back.
“shh, don’t cry. i’m here,” she coos, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “kuvira’s here.”
she pulls away slightly to cradle your face in her hands. her thumbs brush over your cheeks, wiping away the tears streaming down your skin. then, she leans down and presses her lips against yours in a hot, searing kiss.
you melt into her immediately, your eyes fluttering shut as if under a spell. you press your chest against hers, your hands tangling in her dark, wavy hair. she lets out a low moan against your mouth, her tongue instantly taking control.
her hands trace your entire body, the cold chains dragging against your skin as she explores every curve she missed. she squeezes your hips, pulling you impossibly closer. one hand rests heavy on your lower back while the other reaches down to cup you, giving a possessive squeeze.
you moan into the kiss, and she moans back, rougher and deeper.
two minutes of her hands groping you, squeezing you, tracing thin touches that tickle your skin. two minutes of her mouth claiming yours. it takes only two minutes to already be soaked for the woman before you.
kuvira’s hand traces down your stomach, moving straight to the heat between your legs. her thumb presses gently against your clit, stroking you through the fabric of your uniform.
“uncuff me, baby,” she rasps against your mouth, barely pulling away from the kiss. “remove these chains, and i’ll take such good care of you.”
you pull back with a regretful look in your eye, holding your breath.
“i… i only have the key to the cell,” you mutter. “i’m sorry.”
kuvira isn’t happy. her face twitches, already settling back into that cold look of disapproval she wore when she was the great uniter. but she forces it down when she sees you tremble.
she knew she wasn’t going to get out of here today, but at least she has you. and that’s a start.
“don’t cry again,” she reassures you, her hands already making quick work of your clothes. “chains or no chains, you’re still mine. and i’m going to make sure your body remembers that.”
she tears your clothes off piece by piece until you’re standing completely naked before her. you watch as her cold, green eyes trace over your body with pure lust—a look you haven’t seen in a long time, yet one that never fails to send your heart racing.
her tongue darts out to wet her lower lip while she traces the smooth expanse of your stomach with the back of her index finger.
“you’ve always been such a perfect girl for me,” kuvira praises, stepping closer to you. “always so good. so pliant.”
then, with a sudden, tight grip, she grabs you by the waist and pushes you up against the cold wall, nearly knocking the breath out of your lungs.
your eyes flutter up at her, displaying a cocktail of fear and desperation that she wants to get drunk on.
she brings her fingers up to her lips, eyes never breaking from yours as her tongue darts out to wet them. she settles her knee between your thighs, forcing you to part for her. her fingers finally make contact with your heat, and you immediately arch your back into her touch.
kuvira chuckles deeply. “so wet,” she coos. “i didn’t even need to prep my fingers when you’re already doing such a fine job for me.”
one of her large hands captures both of your wrists, pinning them above your head while the chains dangle. her other hand fondles you teasingly.
“kuvira, p-please,” you squirm, grinding your hips against her hand. “need you inside.”
she smiles wickedly. “just because i’m in chains, you think you’re in any position to make demands?” her fingertips tease your entrance, feeling your body clench in anticipation. “let me hear you beg for it. just like you used to when i was your commander.”
“please, great uniter!” you beg. “i pledge my entire body, my entire being to you, great uniter.”
a low groan rumbles from her throat. it’s been a long time since she heard those words come out of your mouth, and she feels her self-restraint melting by the second.
“it should be you in these chains,” she hisses, her fingers finally tearing past your entrance and into your warmth. “i should’ve thought of that when i was still the ruler. should’ve built a cage just for you—kept you chained up, always ready to be used at my disposal.”
your body stretches around her fingers, moaning and gasping her name like a breathless prayer as she works inside you. kuvira dips her head down, capturing one of your hardened nipples in her mouth.
“a-ah! k-kuvira!”
you feel her teeth graze against the sensitive skin, as if threatening to bite. you hiss sharply, arching your back. this is your warning, and you know what she wants.
“i’m sorry, great uniter!” you cry out, offering the title she demands. “i’m sorry. i’ll be good!”
she moans against your breast, and as you look down at what she's doing, the sight alone is enough to send you over the edge.
she pulls your sensitive nipple into her mouth, her tongue lapping hungrily over your skin. she switches from one side to the other, leaving one exposed to the cool air while the other gets ravished.
long, thick fingers move in and out of you. every time she pulls out only to drive back in, it leaves an embarrassing, wet squelch. you leave a slick ring at the base of her knuckles, her thumb soaked as she circles your throbbing clit.
“oh god, don’t stop! don’t stop!” you cry out.
you roll your hips in time with her movements, your body tightening up around her fingers. she pulls her mouth away from your chest, looking up at you through heavy lids and long, dark lashes.
“you going to cum? already?” she taunts, withdrawing her fingers completely.
you whine, left completely on edge. “it’s just… been so long.”
“no one’s touched you?”
you bite your lip, shaking your head no.
“even locked away, i still have power.” she smirks, wearing the exact look that makes your knees weak. “no one is foolish enough to touch what’s mine.”
slowly, she sinks to her knees before you. roughly grabbing one of your thighs, she hikes it over her shoulder and presses her nose up against your wet core, breathing you in. she lets out a sigh of approval before flicking her tongue out, dragging it along your folds and straight over your clit.
you gasp. “oh, kuvira!”
her hand grabs your ankle, forcing you to keep your leg pinned over her shoulder. she squeezes hard, making you whimper.
“call me kuvira again, and so help us both, i’ll find a way to break out of these godforsaken chains and give you the punishment you seem to be pining for, you dirty slut.”
she buries her face against you again, lapping at your warmth and flicking her tongue against the bud of your clit. her left hand remains tight around your ankle while her other hand trails up to the curve of your ass, gripping you tight so you can’t escape her ruthless tongue.
you moan and cry out, getting closer and closer to the edge.
she presses her face completely flush against you, letting her tongue do all the work. she flicks up and down hungrily, a wet sheen coating her chin. your eyes roll back, your hands tangling into her dark curls as you cry out.
“great uniter, ah—fuck. i’m cumming!”
her tongue gives you no remorse. she chuckles darkly against your clit, the vibrations making your eyes roll back.
“fuck, fuck, oh my god—” you cry out. “kuvira!”
her name breaks out in a pathetic whine, spilling from your lips. you no longer care about her title. you don’t even care if she punishes you for ignoring it. all you care about is coming undone all over your lover’s face.
kuvira’s palm squeezes your ass tight, forcing your hips against her face while her tongue works you through your climax. rolling your hips against her, you finally break with a screech of her name.
“kuvira, i’m cumming!”
your body convulses and your leg shakes over her shoulder. she forces you to ride out your orgasm, her tongue flicking feverishly over your sensitive bud. finally giving you respite, she drags her tongue up and down your wet folds, savoring your taste.
“mmm,” she pulls back, licking her lips. “tastes exactly as i remembered. just as sweet, and still mine.”
you’re panting above her, your back sweaty as you slump against the cold cell wall. kuvira slowly rises, watching as your energy drains away. your eyes flutter shut as you continue to catch your breath.
she knows you all too well. she knows that sooner or later, you’ll slump right into her arms—and that is exactly what you do.
kuvira catches you before you can hit the ground, her chains rattling as she uses her strength to hold your weight up.
“there, there,” she coos, slowly guiding you toward her cot.
it’s so easy for you to fall asleep in her arms. her scent, her breathing, the weight of her embrace—all of it feels so familiar.
“rest now, baby. i’m here.”
the two of you lie like that for a moment. despite the cold and unwelcoming cell, you find solace against her chest. her hand rests heavy on your back, monitoring your breathing. with you sound asleep, she slowly pulls the thin blanket up and over your body.
kuvira sighs. it’s a shame, really. a shame that she was given an opportunity to escape, but was instead left with this.
not that she minds it, though. deep down, despite her cruel words, she really does love you.
careful not to wake you, she slowly reaches over to gather your discarded uniform from the floor. as she lifts the fabric, the key to her cell slips out of a pocket and clanks to the floor. she glances over her shoulder at you. you’re still asleep.
she slowly picks it up, stopping to examine the ridges. squinting, she brings it closer to her face to get a better look.
kuvira glances at you one last time for good measure. then, out of sheer curiosity, she brings the key to the lock binding her wrists. she holds her breath. she knows you told her this was only the key to the cell—nothing more.
but it doesn’t hurt to try. at least this way, she’ll know if you were telling her the truth. it’ll give her peace of mind to know where your loyalty truly lies.
Synopsis: You visit korra right before her probending match and she cant keep her hands off of you.
Content: sfw, fluff, flirty!reader
When you initially arrived at the gym twenty minutes before your girlfriend's pro-bending match, your only intention had been to wish her luck before slipping back out to your seat. You had promised her when the season started that you wouldn't be a distraction, especially on game day. The problem with that was whenever you were near korra she couldn't keep her hands off of you.
The moment the gym doors swung open and the sharp click of your heels echoed across the floor, Korra knew it was you before she even looked in your direction.
You were wearing her jersey, the oversized fabric was tied neatly at your back to showcase your navel piercing that was glinting just beneath the hem. Your ears and wrists were adorned with diamonds Korra insisted on showering you with. You had found out very early in your relationship that gift giving was one of her many love languages which you didn't mind. You were the epitome of beauty today, your matching skirt shimmered as you crossed the floor, each confident step drawing you closer to her.
Korra's concentration disappeared instantly. The ribbon of water she had been bending lost its shape, crashing to the ground in a loud splash as her eyes traveled slowly over you, taking in every carefully chosen detail of your outfit and sway of your curvaceous hips.
She didn't even give you the chance to take another step. Korra was on you before you could even greet her properly, her strong arms wrapping securely around your waist as she effortlessly lifted you off the floor. Korra tucked her face against your neck, pressing a gentle kiss to your pulse that sent a laugh bubbling from your lips.
“Baby.” You smiled, your hands settling on her broad shoulders as you dangled a few inches above the ground. “Put me down. You're going to wrinkle my outfit, and you know the press notice every little thing.”
“Fine,” Korra sighed, reluctantly lowering you back onto your feet, making no effort to let go as her arms remained comfortably around your waist. “Only because I know how long you spent getting ready.”
You let your manicured fingers trail slowly down the definition of her arm, watching with quiet satisfaction as the lean muscle shifted beneath your touch. Your gaze darkened as you openly reveled in how sensitive she was to your touch even here.
“How thoughtful of you.” You murmured, an appreciative smile tugging at your lips. “I'll have to find a way to repay you later.”
Korra's attention dropped to your mouth, her expression darkening into something that made warmth bloom beneath your skin. When she spoke next, her voice had fallen to a low, rumble that was just as charged as the air around you. “I'm looking forward to it, princess.”
The sound of it settled deep in your stomach, sending a pleasant flutter through you. You closed the remaining distance, your fingers curling around the sleeves of her uniform as your lips hovered just shy of hers. Each word ghosted across her mouth, close enough to steal her breath without quite giving her the kiss she wanted.
“And if you win,” You whispered, your voice dropping an octave. “I might even let you tie me u-..”
“Korra!” Mako's voice echoed through the gym, startling the both of you apart. He stood in the doorway with his hands planted firmly on his hips, looking between the two of you with exasperation. “We're on in five! What are you doing? We don't need any distractions right now.”
The warmth that had filled Korra's expression moments ago vanished almost instantly at the sound of his voice. Her body was coiled with a defensive tension that tightened her shoulders.
“She's not a distraction,” Korra shot back, her eyes narrowing as she met his stare. “She's my girlfriend, and she can be here if she wants.”
For a moment, it looked like Mako was ready to argue. The words sitting on the tip of his tongue before he seemed to think better of it.
“You better be out there when they announce us.” He muttered instead, slamming the gym door shut behind him.
Korra let out a frustrated breath, still glaring at the spot where he'd been standing before finally turning back to you. “We lose one match all season and suddenly he's Mister 'Nobody Gets to Have Fun.' Seriously, what is his problem?”
You smiled softly and lifted a hand to her cheek, your palm settling against her warm skin. You allowed your thumb to brush lightly along her jaw before gently tipping her chin downward so your eyes could meet those familiar cerulean irises that softened the instant they found you.
“Baby,” You said quietly, your voice carrying that sweet tone that calmed Korra every time, “he wasn't completely wrong. We got a little carried away. I only came to wish you good luck.”
Korra pouted, her gloved hands drifting slowly down your sides, palming over every inch of exposed skin they could find like touching you might somehow bring her luck before the match.
“You're so damn gorgeous, baby,” She groaned, unable to tear her eyes away. “How am I supposed to focus knowing you're sitting in the crowd looking like this?”
Your eyes sparkled with amusement as you indulged her wandering hands for another second before slipping just beyond her reach. “You're going to get me banned from the gym.”
Korra immediately reached for you again, only to come up empty as you stepped away. She stared at you with exaggerated disbelief. “C'mere. And if they do ban you..” A crooked grin spread across her face. “Maybe I'll pull a few Avatar strings.”
A laugh escaped you as you shook your head. “We don't have time for this.”
She sighed dramatically, letting her hands fall as though she were finally giving up. Then, without warning, a gentle current of air wrapped around your waist.
A startled gasp left your lips as the gust swept you back into her arms, your body colliding with her solid chest. The playful breeze caught the hem of your skirt, lifting it just enough to expose a little more of your thigh, and Korra's gaze shamelessly followed.
“I can't believe you just–” Your protest dissolved the second her lips found yours.
She kissed you with enough passion to steal every coherent thought from your mind. One of her hands rested securely at your waist while the other cradled the side of your neck, letting you know she had no intention of letting you escape again.
You melted into the kiss, your lips parting as she slipped her tongue into your mouth to deepen it. You were so lost in the feel of her lips moving against yours that you almost missed the arena bell ringing, signaling another match just ended.
Korra pulled back with a frustrated groan, resting her forehead against yours while her breath mingled with your own.
“Fuck.” She cursed, reluctant to move. “I really have to go this time.”
Your lips upturned into a reassuring smile. “I'll be waiting right here after you win, baby.”
That seemed to motivate her. She stole one last quick kiss before letting her arms fall to her sides. Korra started walking backward toward the exit without taking her eyes off you.
“I'm holding you to that.” She husked, licking her lips. “Dinner at my place tonight?”
You blushed, folding your arms across your chest to regain your composure. “Of course, as long as I'm the meal. Now go win your match.”
Korra threw a triumphant fist into the air before turning on her heel and jogging toward the arena, she would win you that match no matter what.
AN: I'm still getting a feel of writing for korra so give me some time to figure out her characterization. Send me some of your hcs as well it might help with writing her.
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.
