Soft kisses <3
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Soft kisses <3
Am I still skinny?
HUGO WANTS TO STUFF U FULL..! cw: nsfw & breeding
୨ৎ wc; 324
Hugo was huge, really really huge. Not just in height, but his build in general, his broad shoulders, his biceps, his thighs, he’s too much for you to handle, too heavy.
And you were feeling all of that weight in your pussy. Hugo had you in a mating press, he’s been going on about wanting to stuff you full of his cum, over and over again, until it takes.
It has been raining more often lately?
︵ ೀ Kiss It Better, My Fire Lord. angst to fluff. Zuko almost loses you :(
The dust from the impact hung thick in the air, tasting of iron and pulverized stone. You didn't even have time to register the Earthbender’s movement before the boulder was there—a blurring mass of gray death. You had met it with a desperate, twin-fisted blast of fire, shattering the projectile, but the kinetic force was undeniable. The explosion of rock and heat sent you spiraling backward, the world spinning into a dizzying smear of blue sky and brown dirt.
When you hit the ground, the air left your lungs in a silent, agonizing rush.
"(Name)!"
Zuko’s voice was a jagged tear through the ringing in your ears. You felt the vibration of heavy footsteps—Aang and Toph moving forward to hold the line, the sound of bending combat resuming with a fierce intensity—but your world had shrunk to the patch of ground you occupied.
You couldn't breathe. Every attempt to draw air felt like swallowing broken glass. Shadows fell over you as Katara and Zuko dropped to their knees by your side.
"Stay with me, (Y/N) look at me," Zuko urged, his hands hovering over you, trembling with a rare, naked terror. His golden eyes were wide, searching yours for a spark of focus.
Katara was already moving, her movements clinical and swift as she pulled water from her flask.
Your vision flickered. The edges of the world curled into blackness, the sunlight fading as your brain signaled a temporary shutdown from the shock. For a few heartbeats, there was only a cold, heavy silence.
Then, a cool sensation began to radiate from your chest.
You gasped, a ragged, wheezing breath finally breaking through the paralysis of your lungs. Your eyes snapped open. The first thing you saw was the shimmering blue glow of Katara’s healing water. She had pulled back the front of your kimono, her hands steady as she knit together the bruised ribs and torn tissue beneath the surface.
To her left, Zuko looked like he had aged a decade in those few seconds of unconsciousness. A single, choked sob escaped him—a sound of pure, unadulterated relief—as he realized you were breathing again. He didn't care about the battle raging twenty feet away; he only cared that the light hadn't left your eyes.
You coughed, a small wince crossing your face, but the crushing weight on your sternum was lifting. You looked up at the Fire Lord, seeing the dampness on his lashes and the way his jaw gripped tight to keep from breaking down further.
Even in pain, the sight of him so rattled tugged at your heart—and your sense of humor.
"Hey," you croaked, your voice small and raspy. "Don't look so... gloomy."
Zuko let out a shaky laugh, reaching out to brush a stray hair from your forehead. "You almost died. I’m allowed to look gloomy."
You offered him a weak, lopsided smirk, glancing down at where Katara was finishing her work. "Well, if it hurts that much..." You looked back at him, your eyes dancing with a bit of the old fire. "You could always kiss it better."
Katara paused, offering a faint, knowing smile before pulling the water back into her flask and giving Zuko a nod. "She's stable. Keep her down for a minute."
Zuko didn't need further instruction. He didn't hesitate or offer a witty comeback. He leaned in, his hand cupping your cheek with infinite tenderness. When his lips met yours, it wasn't the playful gesture you had teased him for; it was deep, fervent, and filled with the desperate gratitude of a man who had nearly lost his world.
"Anything," he whispered against your lips, his forehead resting against yours. "Whatever you want."
dont kill me mr ghostface i wanna be on the sequel