Soldier boy P!links

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Makes you ride his thigh!

Getting you nice and ready to take his cock!

He loves breeding you, even after he's already bred you.!

He catches you using your toy, So he fucks you with it!

Rubbing your pussy over his cock!

When your struggling to fuck yourself on his cock he helps by fucking just you!

fucking you before you shower!

He can be mean while dong it!

His favorite thing to eat is your pussy!

Watching you fuck yourself on a toy while he watches!

He gets the urge to fuck your pussy in the mid of the night!

Loves watching your pussy take his cock!

He loves seeing his cum all over your pussy as he fucks it back in!

Korra was panicking the moment she heard that she’s pregnant. Korra never thought that she would get pregnant. Since the poison incident she was told by healers that she probably wouldn’t be able to conceive. The idea of it is surreal and it’s hard for her to wrap her head around it. She’s the avatar, she belongs to the world, and peace between the four nations was something apparently unobtainable. Having someone depending on her would just make things more difficult.  

After weeks freaking out and a lot of tears shed, Korra learns to embrace the turn of events on her fate. As the months progress and her belly grows, she falls in love more and more with the child inside her. Just because her baby was unplanned that would mean it’s unloved. She decides to make it work. She would try her best to tackle the subject of maternity and ace it – as she did with bending and others aspects of her life. 

When her daughter was born, Korra’s strong arms - so used to bending the elements or beating up the bad guys - didn’t knew how to hold such a tiny and frail living thing on them. Eventually she got the hang of things. It was far from easy to juggle between the world and a family of her own, but everytime Korra would look at her daughter’s face she knows she made the right decisions. 

 I had this urge to draw Mama Korra and her growing baby bump to her little bundle of joy – as strange as it may seems. I can’t stop thinking about those kind of headcanons since this morning (maybe it’s today’s date, I guess =-=”)

This is so sweet. I wrote you a little something for it and added one of my own headcanons into it. I hope that’s alright. :) And don’t light yourself on fire, come cry over Makorra with me!

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After a long day of work, Mako comes home to find her nervously waiting on their sofa with a poorly wrapped present in her lap.

“Hey, how was your day?”

“Fine. Good. Exciting, I mean. It was really good, just. Uh. Come here?” This sort of awkward bumbling is rare from her (since he’s the awkward one in their relationship, not her). Her smile flickers between nervous and glowing, and Mako’s immediately curious about what’s going on with her.

Before he’s even fully seated on the couch, she’s thrusting the package into his hands.

“What’s this?”

“It’s, uh, something I happened to find during my day. Just open in it. So you know how I was planning to see a healer today about the fact I’d been feeling really sick the past few weeks and exhausted and everything?”

“Yeah, what did she say? Is everything alright?” He pulls at the string holding the soft package together, the crinkled paper unfolding on its own without the tightly wound string holding it together.

“More than alright, I’m completely fine.” He feels her eyes following his every movement as he pulls away the rest of the paper.

“Good, I’m glad. I was getting really worried about you.” He pulls the royal blue scarf into his hand, a smile on his face. He hasn’t worn one in years, not since he’d given his father’s red one to his grandmother. “What’s the occasion?”

She bites her lip in an effort to contain the smile on her face.

“Do you remember how you told me your mom gave your dad a Fire Nation scarf after she found out she was pregnant with you? So he could pass it on to their son or daughter? Well, I thought I’d give you one from the Southern Water Tribe…” she pulls his hands into hers, the scarf folding and creasing under their shared grasp, and he wonders if he looks as awestruck as he currently feels, wonders if she can feel the way his pulse has just speed up, waiting for the words he’s hoping to hear next, “So you can pass it on to our son or daughter when the time comes.”

“Korra, are you saying you’re—”

“I’m pregnant, Mako.” She smiles one of the brightest smiles he’s ever seen, brighter than when her bending came back to her, than their first kiss, their reunion after years apart, their wedding day, or their wedding night. He pulls her into a kiss, feeling her smile against his own, wrapping his arms around her, clutching her to him. Her arms wrap around his own back with a matching strength, the blue scarf made warm as it’s pressed between them.