#asami fic

[giisip]

Killer green eyes.

Inspired and taken from ch2 of this beautiful fic by selftaughthuman!

[lovelooksgudonu]

doodled asami. i'll add korra next

this is how i see her in my head tbh

[korrahsamis]

What are your top 10 fav Korrasami fics?

I WAS MEANT TO ANDWER THIS AND THEN I GOT DISTRACTED.

it’s so hard to say cause I’ve read literally hundreds of korrasami fic but one that always comes to mind is it’s such a gorgeous sight to see you in the middle of the night by badkids

And if you’re 18+ I always loved Blue by ZoeReed too

And direct to video by Emirael

I also absolutely loved Paradiddle by bazaar

I also remember reading this (once) They say that true love hurts. Well, this could almost kill me by frenetic_core and I didn’t reread it again cause being left hanging like that killed me but it was so good.

Anything by YennaWang is always great!!

There’s also a bunch of good university au of korrasami’s. There’s probs a bunch I love that I’ve missed cause it’s late rn but still

If anyone has any more recs please link them below or give the title and author !!

[wilcze-kudly]

No listen I'm tired of playing these games Wu is like objectively sexy and I'm tired of us pretending he isn't

[loklove48]

More art from a fic I’ve started.

[jade-of-mourning]

season 1 krew! hoping to rewatch lok really soon yay :>

i was genuinely finishing the lineart at 4a.m. last night and coloring in the car please forgive inconsistencies to the actual characters

[dragonbinx]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Avatar: Legend of Korra Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Korra/Asami Sato Characters: Korra (Avatar), Asami Sato, Tenzin (Avatar) Additional Tags: Awkward Romance, Cooking, Ice Skating, Tooth-Rotting Fluff Series: Part 7 of Pride Fics 2024! 🌈 Summary:

“Korra.  I may no longer be your teacher, but I hope you know that I’ll always be here when you need me.”

“Alright,” Korra said reluctantly.  “It’s about … romance.”

“Ah,” said Tenzin, looking like already regretted bringing it up.

Korra is worried she isn't very good at romance, that she might be letting Asami down, so she tries to fix it. Asami doesn't necessarily agree.

[persnickety-doodles]

Asami was already fumbling with her jacket to pull out her phone. She took a few panoramas but when she turned back to Korra she paused. “No. Get over here and let’s take one together! You’ve been an incredible guide today and I’d rather remember that than have a picture of me all alone at this beautiful place.

Korra was surprised but she obliged and skied over to Asami. They lifted their goggles from their faces and posed happily for a selfie that only caught a fraction of the view. Their smiles shone, though.

Where the Snow Take Us by @asamiontop

[a--p--i]

hey shawty

Because of this post:

Said screenshots:

[madlad-link]

Day 2 is herrrre everybody! Happy @korrasamiweek2024!

She couldn’t wait to kiss every contour of Asami’s face, and her red painted lips, and her jaw, and the tip of her nose, and—

“What are those?!” Korra squeaked.

[giisip]

Sun Sapped (redraw) by selftaughthuman

A long overdue redraw of a friend’s first chapter fic. It took a while to get here but man, I’m so glad I made the journey. I’m hoping to get this printed as I’m attending a con late November! So watch this space 😊

[feelingmaxedout]

what pet names do you guys think Korra and Asami use for each other? I’m partial to just ‘babe’ or ‘baby’ obviously but other than that i’m not quite sure. I think Asami definitely calls Korra ‘honey’ but at the same time can’t really imagine it the other way around.

[metalwarrior22]

Not a date - A Korrasami fic

Happy 10th anniversary!!! I admit this was rushed but I couldn’t simply not post anything on such a remarkable occasion. Be safe and remember that you are loved. Part of @korrasamiweek2024

Summary: Korra sent a message to a friend to hang out… that was her intention at least, but instead the message was sent to Asami, Bolin’s friend. What is Korra going to do?

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Korra flopped down on her bed, exhausted. Hosting her cousins was always an ordeal. Yes, they were family. Yes, she loved them despite being really weird at times, but they drained the life out of her whenever they spend too much time at her apartment.

Thankfully, her cousins had just left. Korra dropped them earlier at the airport, so now she had her place all for herself again. Well, and for Naga.

“We’re finally free, girl.” Korra said as she stared at the ceiling.

The Great Pyrenees didn’t reply, but that wasn’t a problem. Naga was a good listener.

“Next time, remind me to never invite them for more than a couple of days. This past week felt like a month. There’s only so much Eska and Desna I can handle in one go. It’s more bearable when aunt Malina comes with them.”

Naga agreed with Korra, silently, without saying anything.

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[staytinyville]

The Shames of Men ; Tonraq (Legend of Korra) Solo!Smut (18+)

Requested by @

MNDI , this is more than just for personal space respect. It is important for any minor to understand this is for both YOUR and MY protection. Please keep this in mind

Warnings: captured, tied up, gagged, masterbation (m) , humiliation

MDNI

Tonraq had been able to feel the breeze on his skin before he was able to fully wake up. It wasn’t the cold air of the south pole nipping at his body, so it left him struggling to figure out where he was. When he got feeling in his limbs, he started to struggle against the chains that were holding him back. There was a fabric tied tightly around his mouth that collected all the saliva forming. A shiver ran down his spine as he started to realize the position he had been placed in. 

He opened his eyes when his breathing started to grow harsh and his eyes went wide. He looked around his surroundings, taking note of the empty warehouse he sat in. To make matters worse, they had placed along a wall of the large building which caused his mind to go crazy in the open space of nothingness. 

He took a moment to move his body around, noticing how naked he truly was. He could feel every breeze, every whisper of air touch his tanned skin. The only thing that was on him was the cloth tied around his hips to keep his privates from being out in the open. 

When Tonraq moved his limbs again, he found himself chained. His wrists were bound in metal cuffs above his head, his stomach stretching from the pull. His legs were bound as well, his knees tucked under him. He spread his legs apart to gather feeling back in his numb muscles. 

With a bit of struggling, he found himself realizing how stuck he truly was. It took him a moment but he managed to get his mind under control after the raging war inside him of being captured. 

He took a deep breath, trying to keep a calm and leveled head about the whole deal. As he tried to move his tongue around he remembered about the cloth that was pressing down on his tongue. He moved the muscle up and down, allowing the cloth to dry his mouth. 

However he found himself salivating more. He squeezed his eyes shut as he suddenly felt his body grow hot and his body twitch. He squeezed his eyes shut as the clothes moved around his mouth some more. There was an involuntary clenched of his thighs, his cock starting to fill with a need. 

His fingers flexed as he moved his hands to find solace in touching himself, but he remembered they were chained up above his head. It only caused him to pull tighter against the metal. His thighs spread to give himself room, allowing his length to rest comfortably between his legs. 

It had twitched, the head getting caught on the flimsy fabric meant to cover him up. His hardening cock caused the cloth to bunch up and rub against his sensitive tip. He bit into the cloth, trying his hardest to keep from making sinful noises. 

What a pathetic man he was, openly allowing himself to succumb to pleasure while being held captive. What would his wife think of him at that moment? Would she sneer at his inebriated state? Or would she laugh at his face for how pathetic he looked? 

The spirits had no mercy on him at that moment. They weren’t going to save him with how he was thinking of such things. They would turn their backs on him and head on their way back to where it was they were. 

However, maybe he was grateful to know there was no one nearby to see him take pleasure in the way his hands became raw against the cold metal that slowly was heating up. His knees began to bruise from how they held up his body, scraping against the cement. 

He groaned behind the cloth, head falling backwards as his hips moved forward into the cloth. His body withered with each light touch on the head of his length. He curled forward, trying to chase each scruff felt against his skin. As his fingers curled themselves into fists and rubbed against the cuffs he would cry out and thrust his hips forward once more. 

Tears began to pool his eyes as he thought about how pathetic of a man he was in the moment. How would he ever be able to live this down? How would he be able to look at his family in the eyes knowing he was chasing a high while captured? Was this really what he was being reduced to? A man rutting into a white cloth and stretching his limbs to pull at the chains that reminded him of the ache he had?

Oh how badly he wanted to reach down and finish the job quickly. How hard he seemed to be getting with the edging everytime the cloth rubbed him a certain way but was quick to leave his body the moment he moved wrong. 

By the time he realized it, he had begun to cry silently, his voice being caught behind the gag. He pushed and pulled at the chains, his legs finally starting to hurt from so much movement. He wanted to stretch his legs out, wanted to feel them in front of him as his hands touched his cock. 

However the pain of being held back only seemed to spur him on more. He cried out into his gag, the cloth having scratched at his sensitive tip that left a burning ache. He could feel his cock twitch as his balls started to clench up. 

Tonraq’s face became red as he realized what was going to happen. His embarrassment didn’t stop him from continuing on his own personal torture though. He wiggled around faster trying to get the cloth to scratch at him again. 

With a harsh tug at the chains, his toes curling under him, his head fell back as he let out a pained scream into the gag. Drool slipped past it, dribbling past his chin and down his neck. He felt his release shootout and into the loin cloth, soiling it. He didn’t know how much he let out, but he knew it was enough to leave a large patch that made it look see through

As his breaths came out in pants, he could see his leaking cock head through the transparent fabric, reminding him of how shameful he had been. His dirty and sweaty body was a reminder that he had let himself fall prey to a form of pleasure in a time like this. 

Tonraq was being held captive somewhere far from his home and yet here he was, thinking only of himself. He fell forward, arms hanging limply. There was a secret war brewing between worlds and he was seeking selfish pleasure. 

He was pathetic.

[sleepingdeath-light]

joyride ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (kinktober entry)

word count ; 1010

content ; sexually explicit content, vaginal fingering (reader receiving), implied (stationary) car sex after the piece finishes

fandom ; the legend of korra

pairing ; asami sato x non binary afab reader

read also on ; ao3

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

Republic City truly was beautiful in the early morning: all gorgeous golden sunlight, pleasantly cold sea air, and a landscape that never failed to leave you in awe no matter how long you've lived there. And given that most of the population would prefer to sleep in on national holidays, the two of you had pretty much the whole city to yourselves to explore and make your own, even if just for a short while.

Though, Asami's idea of 'making it your own' and 'creating new memories' didn't really give you much of an opportunity to explore the oft forgotten nooks and crannies of the capitol. After all, it's quite hard to admire the scenery when your girlfriend's perfectly manicured fingers are buried in your pussy playing with you in just the right way to have you seeing stars. Or when she's speeding, because you were sure that the speed limit was quite a bit below what was fast enough to not be able to decipher which blurs were buildings and which were plants (but what did you know, Asami was the experienced driver, not you).

Not that you'd ever dream of complaining when she looked so damn pretty in this light: soft lips, painted a flawless flirty red, curled upwards in that bright mischievous smile you fell in love with; peridot green eyes glinting with amusement that never looked away from the road ahead no matter how much you squirmed or moaned, the very corners of their lids crinkled with mirth as she continued to touch you; meticulously styled, black hair falling over one of her shoulders in perfect waves that you longed to run your fingers through, the strands just barely brushing against the lust reddened expanse of her cheeks; one hand casually resting on the steering wheel of the vehicle whilst the other effortlessly toyed with your soaking cunt to make a true mess of the freshly done up leather of the passenger seat (the wonders those hands could do... spirits, if they weren't already inside of you, you knew that by now you'd by downright begging for her to plunge those dextrous digits into your pussy without a care in the world for who saw or heard you).

She was as stunning as she was witty, and even as you became too far gone to give any proper response she continued to tease you. Occasionally allowing her gaze to flit down and away from the street for the briefest of moments to observe her handiwork and comment on it, all the while continuing to relentlessly thrust, and scissor, and crook her fingers inside of you.

Calling you the sweetest pet names whilst spreading her fingers as far as they can go inside of you, stretching you out further and further with every 'sweetie' and 'baby' and 'honey' that slips from those perfect lips. Cheekily mentioning how 'beautiful' the city looks and asking for your input whilst knowing that you're far too distracted by the circling of her thumb against your aching clit to even consider thinking of a response. Groaning in a way that made your pussy throb when she brushed her fingers against your g-spot and felt you soak her hand in response, her voice almost airy as she mentions how 'wet' you are and how much she wants to 'taste it' — but, thankfully for you, she presses on, continuing to use those experienced hands to bring you ever closer to the edge.

Thrusting two, and then three, of those long slender fingers into your entrance and using a mixture of crooking, and scissoring, and sliding to coax more sounds from you (more moans, more groans, more whimpers, and cusses, and pleas, and mindless repetitions of her name). Alternating between using the pad of her thumb and the heel of her hand to stimulate your clit, her own movements getting rougher and more desperate as time went on — as if she wanted to make you climax as much as you wanted to finish on her hand. Clenching her own thighs tightly and rubbing them together when you audibly started to mount your peak, her other hand clutching the steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles were starting to pale from how harsh her grip on it was.

Desperately trying to hold out for as long as she could until something snapped in you both, and you were sent crashing over the edge of orgasm whilst she ran out of patience and hurriedly, dangerously, swerved into the abandoned car park of some random office building, turning off the ignition a moment later. Though you didn’t even notice what she was doing; far too lost in the throes of pleasure to pay much mind to what was going on beyond what you were feeling in that moment, as if the rest of the world ceased to exist to you: too lost to the haziness of your own mind and the drowning out of all coherent thoughts to hear her unbuckling her seatbelt and clumsily fiddling with all of the buttons and zips on her pants; too focused on the white hot pleasure rushing through your veins and the waves of oversensitive gooseflesh that it left in its wake to even process her reaching over your spent body to slowly push your seat down until you were laying flat on your back; too caught up in the bleariness of your vision and the splashes of white that marred even the insides of your eyelids to see her as she straddled your lap with blown out pupils and started to downright beg you to let her taste you or touch you ('anything, baby, please'), her own exposed pussy clearly glistening with slick and aching for your touch and acknowledgement. Not noticing anything beyond your own high until you'd finally come back down to earth and were met with the sight and sound of your, very desperate, very beautiful girlfriend on top of you and pleading for her exhausted partner to touch her.

What a way to start the day.

[shortkingvi]

i haven’t and probably will never watch the netflix atla for many reasons, but if they were to ever make a live action korra where they actually do the equalist asami plotline in s1 and it leads to enemies to lovers korrasami…. i apologize for who i will become