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my secret santa gift for kkoraki! fluff and metaphors and smooches woo

Trailblazers. Korra gets lost in the woods and Asami gives her some direction after (minor) teasing. set after Korra and da krew save republic city from kuvira.

posted on ao3 here

ah sorry it’s late I got the date wrong lol

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Happy Holidays everyone! Thank you to those who have participated, and if you haven't been able to get your fic in yet maybe shoot for the end of December?

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Home Safe; a fic for Lordnyoka

I’m so sorry this took so long! This is set just after Reunion, but before Remembrances. Happy holidays!

It takes muscles and energy Korra didn’t even know that she had to convince herself to come home; after the failure of Zaofu, she has half the mind to go running again, but she doesn’t. The world needs her, or at least she hopes it does. But it almost seems to take more energy to be back and to be normal. It’s Team Avatar back together again and Korra doesn’t feel like the same Avatar she used to be.

Certain things feel the same; arguing with Mako feels a little more like home for her and she revels in it. It’s a constant battle of trying to get the upper hand and it’s one she knows she can win, a stark contrast to how she’s felt for days (weeks; months; she’s not sure the last time she felt solid and real and strong). 

Asami feels the same, too. Korra feels soft hands and strong muscle through the layers of clothing as she hugs her for the first time in years. She remembers picking up pen and paper so many times trying to write Asami letters but only one had been good enough to send. This, Korra hopes, might make up for it.

At the end of the day, she’s glad she’s back. Asami drives Wu and Mako to her house, and, as Korra gets prepared to go back to Air Temple Island on her glider, Asami puts a hand on her shoulder. 

“I can drive you to the ferry, Korra. You must be tired after today. I wouldn’t want you falling asleep on your way home and, you know.” She makes a downward motion with her hand. “Having an Avatar Aang moment.” Korra laughs at that, she can’t stop herself from doing so, and she nods, because today might be the first day in a while that she doesn’t take comfort in that idea, of swirling into the ocean and sleeping for a hundred years.

“Only if you’re sure. I don’t want to make you go all the way out of your way. It doesn’t seem fair for you to drive out there just to drive right back.” It’s to be polite, which is something she’s been working on, especially around Asami. Still, she gets into the passenger seat of the dark blue Satomobile and Asami settles into the driver’s seat.

“I’ve actually been staying at the Air Temple for a while. The acolytes have been very accommodating. As lovely as Mako’s family is, I need a little bit of a break from all of that.” She says, turning to catch Korra’s eyes. “So I’ll be going home with you.” Her smile makes Korra’s stomach feel tight in a way it hasn’t been in a while. This is not fight or flight; this is some other adrenalin she’d almost forgotten about.

“Oh,” she says, because she’s not as quick at words as she managed to be earlier. Asami must misunderstand her, because she’s looking back over with something close to defensiveness in her eyes.

“Unless, of course, you need to be alone.” Korra’s shaking her head before she even realizes she’s doing it.

“No, no. You know, it’ll be nice to have company.”

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Dinner goes by all too quickly, and Korra feels more than ready to sleep in a bed that’s her own, and she excuses herself to her room with a little smile. But even so, she can tell that this is going to be one of the days when no matter how far she slips into exhaustion, she isn’t going to be able to sleep. When she walks back into the dining area of the house, Asami is washing the dishes. 

“Here, let me help you with that.” Korra says, taking a plate out of the sink and opening her palm, curving her fingers to bend the running water over the ceramic.

“Show off,” Asami says, and she nudges Korra with her hip. Korra tries to pretend she doesn’t almost drop the plate. She looks over at the other girl – dressed for bed, her long hair tied up and her robe draped over her underclothes. Korra thinks this may be the first time she’s seen Asami without her makeup on, but they’ve all reached new levels of vulnerability at one point or another. “Can’t sleep?”

“I’m worried if I try, I’ll just waste time staring at the ceiling. I’ve already not done anything for three years, I don’t need to continue the trend.” She says bitterly. Asami puts the plate down.

“Korra, healing isn’t doing nothing.” She says. Korra can tell she’s seeking to meet her eyes, but she doesn’t look up from her plate. “Just because what you’re doing is for yourself doesn’t make it any less valid than what you do for other people. Your job is to bring balance to the world and if you’re the one who needs balance, then you’re the person you need to focus on.”

It’s such a lovely and unexpected statement that Korra does drop the plate this time, but she manages to cushion its descent into the sink with the currents of the sinkwater. When she looks up at Asami, she sees the girl drying the last dish.

“Could you not sleep either?” Korra asks, starting to put dishes away, but the cabinets have been rearranged since she’s been gone, the plates no longer on low shelves for tiny hands to reach.

“I usually do the dishes while Pema is getting the kids into bed. It’s the least I can do for being allowed to stay here.” She says. She touches Korra on the shoulder as if to warn her as she walks behind her and back toward the main room. “But I only really offered to begin with because I wasn’t able to sleep. It’s okay, we can have impromptu girl time. It’s been a while.” Korra follows her out to the living room, but she worries if they sit and talk there, they’ll wake Rohan. Instead, she reaches out and touches the sleeve of Asami’s robe.

“We should go to my room. That way we don’t have to worry about waking the kids as much.” She offers and this, she thinks, may be the hardest decision she’s made in a while- ostensibly inviting Asami to the bedroom with her. She’s so far grown now but she feels just like a teenager again, flushed cheeks and nerve bitten lips. But Asami nods and starts walking there like it’s her destiny. She sits down on Korra’s bed after just a slight hesitation. 

“Korra, I wanted to say that I’m sorry I snapped at you earlier. I was just… really defensive. I’m doubting my own actions, and so to hear that I wasn’t the only one was troubling.” Asami says, taking her hair down from its ponytail and starting to finger comb it. Korra climbs onto the bed too and sits there at the foot of it. 

“No, no. I shouldn’t have responded like I did. You’re a grown woman, there’s no reason for me to coddle you like that.” She says. “I just don’t want you to get hurt. Not seeing you for all those years was-” she stops, takes a breath, and looks away. “What I mean is I don’t want to have to not be around you again. I just want you to be safe.”

“Oh, Korra…” Asami says, her voice soft and caring. She takes Korra’s hand and Korra can feel her heart rate spiking again. She’s wanted this for too long to second guess now, especially when she can feel Asami’s pulse rising to meet hers. With what feels like inborn instinct - she’ll have to ask Katara later - Korra all but lunges in, kissing Asami with a mix of desperation and aggression and the softness that lies under her skin and her muscles, the area reserved for things that set her on fire.

“Sorry,” she breathes, but she’s barely pulled back before Asami’s pulling her back into another kiss. The way Asami touches her hair feels practiced but stunted, like she’s still expecting long and full waves instead of the new chopped cut. It makes Korra wonder if she’s the only one who’s been wanting.

Korra moves forward with none of Asami’s grace or fluidity so she can press the girl – woman, if she’s honest, because she really cannot deny how much they’ve both grown up – back into the pillows and sheets. Asami is touching her shoulders, her neck, and then her fingers are against the deep scar on her back from her fall so many years ago.

And it’s like hitting the ground all over again.

Korra yanks back and tries to keep her breathing under control, but she can’t bring herself to. It’s like her breath is caught in her throat and she’s out of the room before she even consciously chooses to leave. Once she’s out at the gazebo, taking deep gasping breaths, she is finally able to think again.

She is safe. She is safe, she is home, and no one is going to hurt her. It’s strange to her that Asami doesn’t run after her like Mako always did, but it means so much to her. Sometimes she needs to be alone to remember how to breathe. Once she feels a little closer to okay, about twenty minutes later, Korra walks back into the house quietly and leans against the door to her bedroom. Asami’s sitting up in bed and reading some magazine.

“I’m so sorry.” Korra mumbles, walking inside. “I just got… really caught up in my head.” She says. She half expects to be yelled at, but she isn’t. 

“It’s okay,” Asami says. “I’m so sorry if I triggered anything.” Korra sits back down on the bed and Asami puts aside her magazine.

“I just feel bad for… You know. Keeping you waiting.” Asami shakes her head and leans in, kissing her gently on the mouth once.

“I waited three years to kiss you. Another thirty minutes won’t kill me.” She says. Korra smiles and decides not to make her wait any longer.

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Merry Christmas, Mrs. Clause - Korrasami Secret Santa 2k14 - for sahmosamson (1/2)

Summary: Korra gives Asami an early Christmas gift.

Genre: Romance, Comedy

Rated: M

Warnings: Kissing, fingering

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Dear sahmosamson,

I’m so glad I got you for the Korrasami Secret Santa. I hope you really enjoy this piece: it’ll make you laugh, smile, and coo over the girls. It was a true joy to write, and I hope to keep up with you after the event too! I wish you the happiest holidays, a very merry Christmas, and a wonderful New Year. Enjoy!

-MeganebuRhapsody

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Celsius Undine - Korrasami Secret Santa 2k14 - for sahmosamson (2/2)

Summary: Asami is the only one who can quell the winter storm over Republic City.

Genre: Romance, Adventure, Fluff

Rated: K+

Author’s note:  As an emotion character, I like to imagine that Korra’s bending often react to her feelings. Perhaps her fire is more scalding when angry, her water more fluid when she’s mellow, the wind a gale when she feels afraid, or rocks solid and steady when she’s on the offensive. In this piece, her waterbending is the focus of a tormented Korra, who feels more alone than ever.

Since I was late, I wrote you another fic. It’s quicker, and purely fluff and whatnot, but is something I really wanted to write for you. Enjoy!

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My gift for korrasamifics in this year’s Korrasami Secret Santa! Modern AU character study with mindless fluff at the end, hope you enjoy. :)

Title: in this time of fear

Pairing: Korrasami

Rating: T

Summary: Korra doesn’t know what to do with herself after the crash.

Word Count: 2420

Read here on AO3!

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My fic for ferrymedown

Title: Behind Her Eyes Pairing: Korrasami Summary: She knows who the letter is from even though it isn’t signed. The sentences are disjointed and messy, like Korra couldn’t gather her thoughts for long enough to write a coherent paragraph. The panic in her chest spikes as she reads it again. Slight AU Spoilers: LoK up to 4x04

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Girl of My Dreams

Pairing: Korrasami

Rating: T

TW: Fire, Getting lost, Nightmares

for Tumblr user nightworldlove, I reuploaded it so you can read it on tumblr, as well as added a picture! For the full version of the picture, please click here

And please listen to the playlist meant for this fic here

A/N: Korrasami secret santa fanfic for tumblr user nightworldlove.

OK! Uhh basically, I procrastinated a lot because I didn’t really know how to frame my idea, and I wrote it all on my phone at work while hiding from my boss, so, I’m sorry to shove all these excuses at you, but it’s really why the fic isn’t my best. Anyway, I hope you do enjoy it though, I’m super rusty, haven’t written fanfiction in over a year (not even roleplaying I think, I’m rustier than I thought!) but Korrasami is basically the best thing ever and I’m glad you’re a part of this community!

Context: Takes place Season 4, before Zhu Li arrives in Republic City to tell them that they only have two weeks to go. Korra has already tried to talk to the spirits and enlist their help and eyebrow ribbony spirit thing has already sassed her, but today she’s determined to try again. Meanwhile, Asami is still working on her hummingbird flightsuit plans, and has been holed up in her office for days. I was gonna add more angsty angry violent stuff about Hiroshi and betrayal and add like Asami flying off her handle but I didn’t really have time and it didn’t really fit with what I was writing (and I was already WAY over the word limit… sorryy…) anyway… I have no idea what I was writing and like none of it makes sense honestly BUT anyway the main theme here is fire and warmth.

The playlist to listen to while reading this can be found here

However, the two songs featured are:

You’re the Cream in my Coffee (as performed by Frank Sylvano)

Girl of my Dreams (as performed by Gene Austin)

Please enjoy!

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Baby it’s cold outside; Korrasami secret santa - croatsandbosniansandserbsohmy

    Sorry for the shitty ending, I’m just really glad I managed to get this writing done, despite my writers block… I hope you like it, croatsandbosniansandserbsohmy!

   I wanna thank crackpairingprincess for beta-reading in advance, she’s amazing and I’m happy to have her as my beta-reader! ;D I’ll update as soon as I got the beta’d version back.

   Here’s the link to the writing on fanfiction.net & here’s the link to the writing on ao3. 

   Rating; K+     Words; 1,367

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The Calm Before The Storm

For natloveschickens

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“Do you think she’s okay?”

“Of course she is Bolin. It’s just The Spirit World. What could happen?”

“… Really Mako?”

“Okay, okay. I see your point. But she’s going to be fine. All she’s doing is trying to ask the spirits for help again. It’s not she’s fighting Vaatu or something equally horrible and evil.”

Bolin held up his hands in a gesture of mock surrender. “Alright. I’m just worried. I haven’t seen her meditate for so long.”

Mako’s face softened. “I know you are, little bro. But we just got to trust that things will go well. And if they don’t, then we’ll find a way to help her. Plus, Asami’s watching over her physical body.”

“I suppose you’re right,” said Bolin. Finding nothing else to say, the brothers parted ways, with Bolin going to find his girlfriend, and Mako seeking out Chief Beifong or Prince Wu to see if he could help with the evacuation. As he was getting on the boat to leave Air Temple Island, his younger brother’s words still rang through his head. He spared one last glance at the gazebo where Korra was meditating.

‘She’ll be okay, right?’ He shook his head as if to clear his head of such thoughts.

‘Of course she will be. She has Asami by her side.’

  ‘Is she okay?’

These were the thoughts running through the head of the esteemed industrialist, Asami Sato. She had been sitting with Korra since a little after midnight, having been woken abruptly by a frantic Avatar, who claimed she needed someone to watch over her body while she engaged in a “special midnight meditation session” because “spirits are more receptive to ideas at night”. Because that’s a thing that makes sense, right? She sighs. It’s not that she minds spending time with Korra. Not at all! Even if something like this is a little unusual. But she got over her initial apprehensiveness almost instantly. But that was hours ago. It was already mid-morning and Korra still hadn’t come out of her trance. While Asami didn’t mind spending time with Korra (no matter what they did or regardless of the trouble they got into), it was a little nicer to be around Korra when she could talk to her. However, as if she were being called upon, Korra came out of her meditations with a start, and then began to breathe heavily, as if stressed. Asami rushed to her side, overwhelmed with concern. Korra seemed to calm down at her presence. They sat like that for a while, neither speaking until Korra broke the silence.

“They’re not going to help.”

“I thought they alreadly said they’re not going to help.” Asami said with a puzzled look on her face.

“I know, I know. I just thought that another try wouldn’t hurt. Can’t they see that they’re fools; that they’re in just as much trouble?”

“Well I wouldn’t put it like that but yeah. It’s going to be okay though,” Asami said. “We’ll find a way to win.”

“Hmmm.”

Another silence fell, and once again it was broken by the young Avatar.

“Hey Asami?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks.”

“For what?”

“For everything. For being there when I needed you. I feel like you’re the only person I can feel safe with, considering everything that’s going on.”

Asami blushed. “I appreciate it. But there’s no need to thank me. I’d do anything for you Korra.”

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Hot Shower - Korrasami Secret Santa Fic Exchange

weew! Here is my fic for crashlol , I hope you enjoy, happy holidays!

Title: Hot Shower Pairing: Korrasami Rating: M // NSFW 18+ // NC-17 Summary: Korra adores hot showers after training. Asami comes home just after Korra finishes. Touches, moans and talks about how the day was ensue. Word Count: 1,450

If Korra were to write a list of enjoyable things, one wouldn’t expect to see Hot Showers on it. Explaining such an experience is akin to describing the relief one would have when sitting down after countless hours, or even a good night’s sleep.

This is all part of the avatar’s routine. Korra would finish training, her body slick with sweat, dirt and grime. She would make her way home, and each movement is engrained, all part of memory. Her clothes come off piece by piece. Boots, pants, her gloves and tank top. Korra’s figure is lean, strong. Muscles hidden beneath almost flawless ebony skin. She stretches her arms above her head, and a low moan slips from her mouth in relief.

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please tag stuff nsfw. i was going through the korrasami tag and there was a fic i did not need to see, or have a read more. sorry to but you but thanks for doing this

I am so sorry! I’m not used to posting nsfw stuff (submitted or otherwise) and I forget the etiquette sometimes. It should be tagged now (and I’ll remember that for any future fics)

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Tied up - Korrasami Secret Santa Thiny.

This fic is for the tumblr user uber-tastic

It’s really smutty, and thanks to lovely degenerate-rich-girl the first 1 k actually makes sense. (Mistakes are imminent afterwards.)

Really hoped this lived up to your expectations :P

M rated - NSFW!

(Sorry for the delay)

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Korra awoke to a dark bleak room.

Pain surfaced from her spine, eliciting a gasp out of the tanned girl as she struggled against her restraints. Her eyes fluttered open, but all in vain, the strip fabric tied across her face seemed to blindfold her sight. The soft tapping on the window let Korra assume the dreadful weather outside, the soft crisp breeze skimming on her toffee skin. The girl shivered in response, only realising now that her current attire must have been the thin lingerie from last night.

Korra violently tugged against the ropes that bound her to, what seemed, the ends of the bed. Her ankles and wrists suffered from the sudden movement, internally groaning as the slight burn was felt on her skin. The southerner flinched as she felt the lingering touch tickling over her skin, electing a barely audible whimper from her throat. She knew these delicate touches like the back of her palm.

“Asami? Wha-” The younger woman breathed, being shushed by the other figure, her throaty whisper imprinted on her left ear. Finger abruptly traced her sides, forcing Korra’s hips forward. Definitely Asami, Korra struggled to think. She couldn’t deny how she loved that the heiress knew every inch of her body and the reactions that go in turn.

“’Sami?” The shorter girl tried again, this time hearing a hum of approval.

“Why?” She spoke, still attempting to comprehend the situation. Korra felt the bed dip as he imagined the raven haired women crawl closer, her weight probably centered on her knee which seemed most likely plotted between her toned tights.

”Why not?” Her riddled response heard was near her jawline, followed by the chaste kisses that set the tanned body a light. Against her own will, Korra’s neck instinctively arched forward, earning herself a long timid lick up her throat. The tied girl didn’t bother muffling the gasp behind her lips, jerking her hands against the woven rope.

“Asami! Come on!” Korra growled, her head thrashing back into the mattress.

“What?” The executive mocked, kissing the sensitive skin before harshly bitting, the tanned girl letting a groan slip from her lips in pain. In pleasure.

“Well remember that sweet message you left for me yesterday night? Or maybe,” Asami paused, straightening her back over her lover, fingernails treading down the toned torso, forming circular patterns along her burning skin. “you need some sort of reminder.”

“No, no, no! I-I remember!” Korra hastily answered, eager to end this madness. But she didn’t fully understand what she had started until the deft fingers left her skin.

 “What exactly did you say again?” Asami cooed, the same fingers drawing the black lingerie down to her thigh. The girl yelped as a sharp, sudden pinch was felt on her perceptive skin.

“Not. Rhetorical.” The industrialist stated in a stern voice.

“I-I th-think it was something to do with…” Korra trailed off, giving into the soft caresses at her inner thigh.

Oh. She remembers now.

“Please. Continue.” This time water bender jolted at into the raven haired girl, the unneeded irritation Asami constantly administered through her pinches was starting to get on her nerves.

"I s-said you were-" whimper “-smart-” gasp “hot, hot, hot-” Korra moaned, finding harder to form coherent sentences.

"Oh, yes you did. And you want to know where I was when I checked this message of yours?" The heiress insisted, her cold fingers slightly delving in and out of her fold in a teasing manner. The toffee girl’s hips inclined towards the fingers, her head violently bobbing up and down.

"In a meeting… . about government transport… with your father.” Emphasis was made on the last word, that being the time her one finger entered the other girl.

Korra blushed, not from the recent activities but from thought of how embarrassing it must have sounded, to her father! But it could be barely seen over her already flushed skin. She didn’t think she could talk to her father face to face ever again. Her mind wandered from the possibilities of who else would attend such date. But one thing was clear - 

Spirits, I’m a fucking idiot.

Asami’s single digit burrowed deeper into her core, in search for something. When her finger curled, Korra’s head pushed harshly against the mattress, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. Her finger almost left as soon as they came, a groan echoed the room as the southerner’s desires were unfulfilled.

"Mmm, that’s enough." The CEO mumbled before her coaxed finger withdrew and entered her mouth, beginning to taste.

"Definitely enough."

It always seemed to get clearer as they went along, a strangely shaped object covered in rubber pressed against Korra’s left thigh. Before she could question anything about the mysterious device, her head was falling back into a silent cry.

Asami’s nimble fingers began to slowly push in the cock shaped gadget, cork screwing it inside the bound girl in an agonisingly slow pace. Korra’s mouth was agape, the sensation of the mechanism inside her was making her border on insane, constantly trying to accelerate the speed of which it was thrusting. The industrialist sat innocently next to Korra, the tips of her fingers pushing the dildo to her limits, the other girl moaning in ecstasy. 

Korra felt the shift on the bed, the movement stopped and Asami’s footsteps were heard contrasting against the drumming pattern of the rain against the window.

“Asami?” She couldn’t resist groaning the others name, barely seconds before she was begging for the hard object to be moving in and out of her heat. The only response was felt deep inside her, the accessory vibrating inside of her.

“Uuuhh!” The tanned girl voiced, surprised by the sudden pleasure she received. She wasn’t complaining though, her hips rocking against the rhythm of bliss that the shook through her each time. A layer of sweat caused her skin to gleam in the moonlit room, Asami watching intently as her hands blindly searched her wardrobes for something in particular.

Korra screamed against her restraints as something cold seemed to probe at her at her backside, forcing a shiver down her spine. In all honesty, the tanned girl didn’t even realise that Asami was in the same room over her own moans and pleads, let alone pressing some unknown object at her burning skin.

“Wh-what’s that?” Korra questioned, her voice wavering, her hips never stopping though, continuously thrusts into the vibrating object for in aim to get some delicious friction.

“This,” Asami paused, taking hold of the mechanism that would have bought the other girl too her knees easily if she wasn’t tied to a bed and to resume twisting it inside the helpless and now screaming Korra. “is an anal plug, Korra. Can you guess where it goes?”

It seemed that it didn’t really need any further explanation, the heiress briefly taking the dildo out of the bound girl and lubricating the metal plug in the arousal that was practically dripping out of her sex. The chilled metal contrasted against the younger girl’s heat, causing her to cry out and attempt to shift away.

Asami had to ground Korra’s thighs with the back of her arms, effectively stopping her from constantly jerking away from the toy, but she couldn’t say she wasn’t pleased by her confusion.

“Shhhh, it’s ok.” The industrialist cooed, returning the coaxed vibrator inside Korra, feeling a groan of appreciation leave the other’s lips. It wasn’t long before she was slowly pushing in the metallic object into its preferred place, and it was definitely easier now that Korra was distracted. She did get the occasional squirm but it was nothing compared to when she first introduced it.

Korra knew she was inexperienced with sex to begin with, but this, she hadn’t heard of an anal plug since two minutes ago, spirits, was it cold as fuck.

“A-ASAMI!” The southerner cried out in ecstasy, finally realising it was a good call on Asami’s part to have both sex toys inside of her. The executive cuddled with Korra, head resting on her chest as her two arms curled around her right thigh so they could reach the objects and but more importantly move them.

“Now, what I wanted to continue saying before I briefly left.” Asami mumbled into her chest, raven hair tickling on the toffee skin.

“What you said last night made me look like, no, definitely defined me as a sexual predator. Do what’s wrong with saying those sorts of things in front of influential people, sweetie?” Her soft tone confused her lover to say the least.

“I-I … ughh, reputat-ta-tion?”

Asami hummed in approval, switching on the vibrating for the anal plug, knowing it worked as Korra’s head arched back and let out the cutest high pitch scream.

The heiress altered her position, shifting underneath the short girl so her hips were centered between her legs, red lips parted and breathing heavily on her neck. Nimble fingers ghosting over her thighs was making Korra insane with lust, the vibrating in her lower regions only bringing her so close to the edge.

“Someone’s been a naughty girl, Korra. Do know how you teach naughty, naughty girls?”

“Ughh, n-n-nu.” The poor girl struggled to form coherent sentences under the extreme bliss that she was experiencing.

“You punish them.” Almost on cue, her nails dug into the lean skin as Korra’s back side, demanded the most unusual sounds from the wound up girl.

“Tell me when you’re about to come. If you climax, I’ll make sure you won’t experience that same pleasure until next month.” The industrialist warned into her neck, teeth nipping and teasing her skin, spirits knowing it was no empty threat.

It wasn’t long before Asami’s fingers were pushing and dragging the toys out of Korra in a fashion the left her shrieking in pleasure as they stretched her. The two objects worked in sync, the foreign feeling of the pulsating object thrusting into the tight explored hole forced out screams and yelps, each signaling that she was approaching closer and closer to euphoria. Her lower back constantly lifted of the mattress and slammed back down into Asami, unintentionally stimulating her covered sex.

“Korra,” The raven haired girl rasped into her next, her other hand snaking between the tanned girl’s thighs, the tip of her index finger sliding easily over her clit, Korra crying out in response.

“You’re so close aren’t you? You pervert, you can’t stop thinking about the dildo inside you, or the anal plug that I’m thrusting into you or me fingering her clit, can’t you?”

“F-Fuck y-yes!” She responded, her eyes clenching shut and her muscles tensing all over, the thrill causing her body feel weightless against Asami.

“Then you better beg for it, bitch, otherwise you won’t feel this way in another thirty days-“

“Please! ‘sami, Asami! PLEASE, FUCKIN- AAAHG… . PLEASE!” Korra moaned, listening to Asami and begging for release. Asami could only grin, all of her movements came to a halt.

“What did you learn before we get carried away?” As soon as the younger girl was let out of these bindings she is going to kill that girl.

“D-Don’t-t Int-terfere with Asam-mi’s work!”

“Good girl.”

Was the last phrase Korra heard before she was screaming out in pure pleasure, the feeling that Asami gave her was too much to handle and she loved Asami for it.

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As Loud as the Words You Don't Say

Korrasami secret santa gift for sato-mobile

From swashbuckling-pen. Enjoy!

Summary: A good old confession is not as easy as it seems

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Slender fingers re-arranged the items on the small, round table. Bamboo chopsticks were nudged to perfect alignment. Palms pressed down the white linen, smoothing the creases that weren’t there. Near the edge of the table, a narrow box lay.

Asami paused in her ministrations, her eyes drifted not for the first time towards the box. She stared at its contents as if it would explode at any moment. 

She bit the corner of her rouged lips.

It was nothing…really. Just a single, long stemmed Lava Tulip. A not-so-rare flower she spent a good few days scouring for in Roku Island. The tulip’s crimson petals emitted a faint ember glow at the edges, almost as if it was perpetually burning. Native to the Fire Nation, the flower was traditionally given to a high-born lady to signify a suitor’s affection. It was a universally recognized symbol of confession. A declaration of love.

Asami ran a shaky hand through the raven tendrils that escaped her ponytail. She tore her eyes away from the boxed tulip and glanced at the wall clock. 

It’s not too late. She could still hide the tulip. Have a perfectly normal lunch with her best friend. Ask her how her trip to Ba Sing Se went. Carry on as usual.

A deep sigh escaped her lips.

When it comes to Korra, “usual” isn’t the word she could settle for anymore.

-

Engineers don’t do precision by accident. Each tiny turn of every cog and wheel was pre-determined and measured to the last dot on the blueprint.

Which is why Asami was completely non-plussed when she couldn’t define the exact moment when the gears of her heart began to whirr differently for the girl she loves to call her best friend.

Maybe it was the first time she heard Korra’s mad chortle. It was the Krew’s first night out after a week of patrolling. Korra threw back her third shot of Extra Flame-O Whiskey and belched louder than Bolin, earning disgusted looks from other patrons in the bar. Instead of covering her mouth in embarrassment, the Avatar erupted in laughter. The sound was so…untamed. It hit every direction like a loose firecracker. Asami thought it was hardly proper at all. That’s why she wondered why she couldn’t stop a grin from lighting her own face every time she thought of Korra’s firecracker laugh.

Maybe it was during those late night drives. The moonlight grazing the curves of those smooth toffee shoulders and biceps. It illuminated Korra’s eyes as the Avatar looked at her from the passenger seat. So lost was Asami at the flecks of the moon caught in those arctic blues she almost crashed them into a stalled truck. All her years of training with the best race drivers in the world didn’t prepare her for the hazard that was Korra’s eyes.

It could be during those rare lulls, back when they were searching for airbenders. Asami would find her feet moving towards the water tribe woman, who was almost always at the bow of the airship, a frown creasing her usually confident countenance. She doesn’t always say anything, but sometimes Korra would let her in her thoughts. How would the past Avatars think of what she had done? Bringing the spirits back changed the world permanently. Was it for the better?

Asami wished she could offer the wisdom Korra so desperately craved. But all she could do was lightly rest her fingertips on the bare skin of Korra’s shoulder, and tell her that they can’t be afraid of changing things every now and then. Without change, people would stop stretching their limits. Who would’ve thought one day benders and non-benders alike can travel the sky because of aviation? Change brings possibilities. Opens new doors.

The engineer thought she had bored the Avatar. But Korra gave her a crooked grin that made Asami forget the necessity of oxygen. And somehow from that point on, Asami couldn’t stop her fingers from straying towards the warmth of Korra’s shoulder whenever she wants to feel connected with the other woman.

No, Asami didn’t know the exact moment she fell.

All she knew was when her bestfriend collapsed and crumpled to the floor, when Korra hurriedly wiped her face of any expression so that no one will see how broken she really was after battling Zaheer. She knew then in her heart that she will do anything, absolutely -anything- to help Korra mend.

She would gladly appoint an interim CEO to run Future Industries in her place so she could follow Korra to the South Pole. Sell the family mansion (the Sato Estate too large for just herself and the staff anyway) to give Korra the best care. Put off sleep until she perfected the mech-leg braces to aid Korra’s mobility.

Asami’s knew the surge in her chest that propelled her to be always by Korra’s side was straddling the bounds of friendship. But exactly what it was, took three years of Korra’s absence for Asami to finally understand what her heart had been telling her all along.

But timing was against her. There was Kuvira’s invasion to deal with. Making Republic City rise again from the rubble. Korra was flying to and fro with the airbenders, spreading hope and showing the world that balance isn’t just about the Avatar, but all of them working together.

And there was Mako. If the firebender wasn’t too occupied in Wu’s transition as King, Asami was sure he would pursue Korra again.

As much as she loved Mako as family, Asami vowed she would at least let Korra know how she feels.

If only it were that easy.

-

“C’mon Naga, let’s go. An animal companion’s instincts are always trusted. Once Korra sees you love me, she will definitely think I can be more than a friend.” Asami tossed another ball into the air, but the polar bear dog simply sat on its hinds legs and watched the ball disappear into a tree with disinterest. “Fetch! Why aren’t you fetching?”

“Well usually she likes it thrown faster and farther than that,” Korra said as she skidded to a landing, glider twirling back into a staff. She scooped a ball from the ground, encased it in a cyclone sphere, and shot it towards the docks of Air Temple Island.

Naga barked happily and tore off after the ball.

Asami squinted her eyes at Korra. Did the bender just heard what she said to Naga? Her nerves jangled at the approach of her friend. “Erm. How much of my attempt at fetching did you see?”

“There was hardly any fetching.” Korra said, a teasing grin lifting her lips.  “But I must say you are not too bad at this fetching thing. I mean, being fetching. Thing.”

A perplexed look stole across Asami’s features. She wasn’t sure if Korra was saying what she thought she was saying. Did she just-

“By the way, um, Pema said you’re welcome to stay for dinner.” Korra mumbled, eyes cast on the discarded balls on the ground. “Then maybe after, we could pick up on my driving lessons again? I still hadn’t gotten the hang of parking.”

Korra looked up as she felt soft fingers brush against her shoulder. Asami watched her closely and said, “I would love to.”

-

Simmer and stir slowly. Cut the sea prunes lengthwise add to the stew.

Asami wiped the beads of perspiration on her forehead as the steam rose to her face.

“Don’t forget to add a pinch of salt,” Senna said as she rinsed dishes from the sink. “I can take over from here if you want.”

“It’s okay ma’am,” Asami gave the older woman a wan smile. “I want to know how to do this on my own so I can make this when we get back to Republic City.”

“For the hundredth time, Asami. It’s Senna.” The older woman chided her as she handed a bottle of salt. “Enough with the formality, sweetie. You are practically family now.”

The words shouldn’t have made her this happy, but it did. Asami wished she could hug the older woman and tell her how wonderful a mother she thought she was without being awkward.

Just then the door burst open and Korra rushed in, specks of snow powdered her hair and dark blue parka. Her face lit up as her gaze landed on Asami.

“You’ll never guess what I just found!” She said in greeting. She strode towards the stove beside Asami, eyes fluttering shut as she inhaled. “Spirits, this smells divine. You made this yourself?”

“Uh, yeah,” Asami said as she slowly stirred the pot. “The broth may not be as thick as..Senna’s recipe. I may have overcooked the sea prunes a bit, but-”

Korra’s hand gently tucked an errant lock behind Asami’s ear, effectively silencing the engineer. “It’s perfect.” Korra declared, eyes blazing with soft intensity.

Asami couldn’t stop the elated grin from rising on her face. It was times like these when she wished she could whisk Korra away in her arms and wrap her with kisses.

“So..” Asami cleared her throat as she averted her eyes from Korra’s. “What was this thing you found?”

Korra practically bounced on the balls of her booted feet. “A flock of dolphin penguins!”

“You are not going to ask me to go penguin sleighing with you, are you?” Asami quirked a brow.

“Better than that,” Korra huffed, crossing her arms on her chest. “I am daring you to go on penguin -racing- with me. You may be the fastest wheels in Republic City, but in here, I bet you will eat my snow dust.”

“Is that so? Such big talk from a tiny munchkin.”

“Hey! I am -not- tiny. You’re just scared to lose.”

“Let’s test your theory then. We’ll see who will be caked in snow dust.”

“I’ll finish this while you girls do.. whatever you need to do,” Senna said as she took the stirring spatula from Asami’s hand. “Go on, and be sure to clean up before you stomp back here.” She directed a look towards her daughter who gave her a quick nod.

Korra hooked her arm around Asami’s and dragged the other woman away towards the door. “Thanks, Mom. Be back soon!”

Senna sprinkled herbs on the stew. A little knowing smile tugged at her lips.

-

“Asami, hey.”

“What?” The engineer stood straight from her slump, cheeks smudged with ink from the blueprint she had been sleeping on.

Korra sat on a chaise lounge across from Asami’s work desk. She patted her lap and opened her arms. “You’ve been working too hard, why don’t you lay here a bit?”

Momentarily disoriented, Asami groggily stood and walked towards the Avatar. “There’s not enough room for the both of us.”

“That’s why I’m asking you to rest on my lap, Ms Genius.”

If the engineer wasn’t so exhausted, she would’ve hesitated. But Korra and lying down was too inviting for her sleep deprived brain. Asami slowly settled her head on the Avatar’s lap, and let her legs stretch beyond the couch. She sighed in perfect bliss as Korra carefully threaded fingers through her hair, pressing at the right points to release the tension on her scalp.

A throaty moan escaped her. “Spirits, Korra. If I could marry your fingers right now, I will.”

Korra chuckled. “You’re too cute when you talk gibberish.”

“I’m not gibberish. I serious.”

“Yes you are,” Korra whispered.

Asami’s eyes fell shut, finally succumbing to the comfort Korra gladly gave.

-

Present

Asami tried to show so many times what she felt. But she knew the Avatar can be denser than a platinum mecha. Maybe it’s time words will speak louder than action.

Asami’s reverie was shattered by the sound of glass breaking.

“Oops! Sorry! Will fix that later!” Came Korra’s voice from the window. She zoomed through and landed with a loud thud, glider retracting into a staff.

“Korra! Are you hurt?” Asami rushed to her friend, hands quickly skimming the Avatar’s arms.

“I’m fine, sorry I’m late. Something came up.”

Dread descended on Asami’s stomach. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes, don’t worry. I just need you to come with me at Air Temple Island.” Korra said, whirling her glider back into flying form. “Hop on, we’ll get there quicker this way.”

Asami eyed the glider warily. “Not sure if that can carry both our weights. It has no engine.”

“I’m your engine, Genius. Firebending thrusters, remember? Just grab my back and hold on tight.”

- 

It wasn’t Asami’s favorite way to fly. Even with the solid feel of Korra in her arms, she would be more reassured with the steady hum of an engine.

They landed on top floor of the tallest pagoda. Korra gently pried Asami’s arms off, which had squeezed her in a vise grip during their flight.

“Are you okay?” Korra asked, brushing away the locks of hair that obscured Asami’s face. Her ponytail was in complete disarray.

“I don’t think I can feel my face. But other than that, great.” Asami re-tied her ponytail and looked expectantly at her friend. “So what was this emergency?”

Korra pointed to the sky. “You’ll see. The airbenders want to show us some cool new moves with your modified wingsuits.”

Jinorra, Kai and a few other airbenders waved at them from a flying bison. They launched into the air in quick succession, and executed perfectly synchronized somersaults. Like acrobats, they took turns catching and throwing each other in mid air.

“Wow,” Asami murmured.

“Wait, that’s not the trick yet.”

Jinorra signalled to the others, and the airbenders flew into a new formation. They wove in an out of a thick cloud. Making holes, shapes and…letters?

Asami’s eyebrows flew to her hairline as her eyes slowly traced the message. The letter I. Heart shape. Letter U. And a small messy script that resembled, ‘Asami’.

The engineer thought her feet haven’t completely touched the ground yet. This was too much. Too loud. Too…Korra.

“Asami,” Korra lightly wove her fingers through the engineer’s. “I’ve been meaning to tell you this for the longest time. I didn’t know at first what I really felt. But after being back here, spending time with you again. I realised…”

The Avatar dug a hand into her pants pocket and presented a translucent bracelet, seemingly sculpted from a glacier. “There’s no place I’d rather be, than be with you. I can’t… I never thought I could be this happy. As your friend. Or something more…”

“Is this a water tribe thing?” Asami asked, as she held out her wrist. Korra slid the bracelet down, brushing her thumb against the sensitive skin.

“No. It’s a Korra thing. And maybe an ‘us’ thing? We don’t have to be anything really, we can still be fr-”

Korra’s words were silenced by the softest pair of lips pressing upon hers. She closed her eyes and dove in. It was like a damn had burst and the two women helplessly surged and collided into each other.

Hands and lips strayed to eyelids, noses, the slopes of cheeks, acquainting each other with the light strokes and caresses.

“Spirits, please let’s not be just friends.” Asami said when they parted.

“I’ve been falling for you for awhile now, I just didn’t know what to say.”

“Actually, I already sort of knew what you felt when I heard you talking to Naga.” Korra confessed and laughed at the look of horror on Asami’s face. “And really, you’ve been so supportive and sweet. You were always there for me. You didn’t even have to say anything.”

“But I’m glad -you- did.” Asami said, submerging herself in Korra’s embrace again.

“Yes. I’m glad, I did,” Korra agreed, encircling Asami in one arm as her other hand made a fist pump in the air for Jinorra and Kai, who where whooping and cheering them on in the distance.

THE END

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Korrasami Secret Santa Fanfic Exchange - Nightworldlove

Girl of my Dreams

Words: 3,891

Rating: T

Summary: Korra meets someone unexpected in the spirit world; Asami has nightmares involving her mother’s death. Strong theme of fire and PTSD, TW for: fire, death mention and description, nightmare description, flying, getting lost, dark unknown areas, characters feeling panic. Korrasami fluff, hurt/comfort. Takes place in Season 4 before Zhu Li returns.

for nightworldlove

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Please listen to this and this as you read to get the full experience; I can’t remember the last time I wrote a fanfiction, but I hope you like it! Thank you!

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Heartbeats -- Korrasami Secret Santa

Secret Santa fic for the-greatuniter. Hope you enjoy, happy holidays!

http://archiveofourown.org/works/2776166

Warning: NSFW, 18+

<i>Asami’s hands clenched in front of her chest as she watched the scene before her with wide eyes. She stared in disbelief as Korra was dying in her father’s arms, beaten and bloodied from her fight with Zaheer. She desperately wanted to run to her, to hold her, to do something, but her body was completely frozen with shock. She watched in horror as the light left her eyes and her heart slow to a stop. There were panicked voices around her but she could not make out what they were saying. Suddenly Su Yin Beifong had stepped in between them and Asami’s view was obstructed. All she could see was a silver liquid entering the air directly above where Korra was. Asami tried to cry out but no sound came out. There was no longer a heartbeat.

‘Korra! No! Korra!’</i>

———

“K- Korra… Korra!” Asami bolted straight up in bed, panting and sweating. The body next to her stirred and groaned and Asami hurriedly rolled the figure onto its back and pulled her hair out of the way before pressing an ear to the middle of the toned chest. She let out a long sigh of relief when she was met with the rhythmic thumping below the surface.

“Mmm, ‘Sami? What’s going on?” Satsified, Asami lifted her head up and looked up into her girlfriend’s confused, sleep-filled eyes. Asami was suddenly overcome with embarrassment at her panic and looked away quickly. They had not been dating very long and she was now worried about making a fool of herself in front of Korra.

“It- It’s nothing. I’m sorry.” Asami sat with her back against the headboard and brought her knees to her chest. Korra blinked a couple times and rubbed her eyes before propping herself up on one elbow.

“Asami, baby, what’s wrong?” Asami bit her lip and hugged her knees tighter.

“It was just a nightmare. Go back to sleep, love,” She looked away from Korra, growing more embarrassed by the second. But sighed and relented, realizing that Korra was not going to let it go. “It was after your fight with Zaheer and… you were dying. I know it was years ago but in that moment I had never been more scared in my life and the thought of losing you like that still terrifies me so much. Always has…” She braved a glance at Korra to find her staring at her face with lips parted and concern in her eyes.

“Asami…”

“I… actually have a lot of dreams like that. You’re dying… Your heart stops and there’s nothing I can do. This one felt so real, though. Like I were reliving the whole thing again. You had no heartbeat and I couldn’t move, I couldn’t do anything, and I just-”

“Asami,” Asami realized there were tears streaming down her face as Korra placed a gentle hand on her forearm, “Asami, it’s okay.” Asami took her arm away from Korra’s hand and wiped her tears, snuffling a little.

“I’m sorry, you must think I’m such a freak,” To her surprise Korra giggled and pulled her down to her chest, making sure her ear was directly above her heart.

“If worrying about your girlfriend after a traumatic near-death experience is freaky then I guess I’m a freak, too.” Asami relaxed into Korra’s warmth, savoring the calm, rhythmic beating of her heart.

“I love you, Korra…” Korra gave her a comforting squeeze as she left a kiss on the top of her head.

“I love you, too, ‘Sami…”

———

Asami sighed and glanced at the clock on the bedside table. It felt like she had been fighting to go back to sleep for hours even though hardly an hour had passed.

“You, too?” Asami turned back to find Korra’s eyes open and she sighed again.

“Yeah, just can’t get back to sleep,” Asami replied, her voice just barely above a whisper. She laid her head back on Korra’s chest, absentmindedly checking her heartbeat again.

“Me neither,” Asami’s head rose and fell with Korra’s chest, the air passing in and out of her lungs sounded like a powerful windstorm but her dark skin was so warm and inviting. Asami adjusted herself so that most of her body was lying on top of the shorter woman and left the lightest of kisses in the center of her chest. The small moan of contentment that echoed throughout Korra’s ribcage was all the encouragement Asami needed as she continued to leave feather-light kisses on her smooth, dark skin.

“Asami…” Korra sighed as Asami’s kisses traveled up her throat to capture her lover’s lips. Korra took Asami’s face in her strong hands and happily returned the kiss. Asami’s fingers traced over Korra’s collar bones and down her shoulders and eventually her biceps. She let her hands explore every firm curve of her muscular arms.

Asami smiled into the passionate kiss they shared as she remembered all of the times in the last four years they had known each other she had fantasized about Korra’s body, never believing she would actually get to touch it in the way she desperately desired. And yet here she was, her hands finding their way to the most intimate parts of her new girlfriend’s body and her tongue slipping between their lips to find her lover’s. She had waited many years for this and she was not disappointed. Now, despite only being together for a little over a month, many of their nights were spent like this, making love into the late hours of the night until they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Asami’s thoughts were interrupted when Korra moved one of her hands to the small of her back, holding her close as she turned her onto her back. Korra’s hips had nestled between Asami’s thighs and she stretched upward to press another loving kiss to her lips before letting her lips wander down Asami’s neck and chest. Asami gasped and buried her hands Korra’s hair as the hips between her legs began to grind slowly into her.

“Korra…” Asami’s hands wandered over the rippling muscles of Korra’s back. She panted and moaned, overwhelmed by the heat of the water tribe woman’s skin against her’s, holding her down against the mattress as a skillful hand snaked between them and rested on Asami’s center. She held tight to the body lying against hers and rolled her hips against Korra’s hand.

As her usual, level-headed consciousness gave way to the mounting pleasure she became increasingly aware of a light, fast-paced pounding against her torso coming from beneath Korra’s skin that was pressed to her own. Korra’s heartbeat, as strong and alive as it had ever been. Asami let out a shaky breath and tilted her head back, accepting Korra’s love pouring from her pounding heart.

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Secret Santa Gift For Korrasamishipper

Happy Holiday’s to my dear cream-puff, Korrasamishipper. Sorry if it’s a bit late, forgive a west-coaster.