#fypshi

[abbyyhottie]

Is my ass good?

[shaveyoureyebrows]

AI Art, feat. Lesbianism

DID YOU KNOW: Typing -ai into Google removes the AI overview

[hon3yyluvz]

Imagine Waking up to Alastor rubbing his scent all over you so you’ll smell like him.

The deep red of the early morning sun seeps through the closed curtains in his room, shielding you both from the outside world.

You rest in your shared bed, with your hair a mess and your jaw slack, lying on your stomach. Alastor rests on top of you, not sleeping; but nuzzling his face into the nape of your neck.

His ears are pinned back, and his little deer-like tail wags back and forth behind him in pleasure. His arms are wrapped around you in uncharacteristic affection.

Little fawn like noises emit from him with every brush of his cheek against your collarbone. Just something about the thought of you smelling like him brought a satisfaction to his chest he never once thought possible.

Then it all went awry.

When you first stir, Alastor jumps, and quickly scrambles to roll away, nearly falling off the bed in his attempt. He has to grip the bed stand and lie stiff as a board on the mattress, shortly after having to push himself back on it in the first place.

His face is flushed and ears are pinned, his grin is strained and obviously humiliated as you ask him if he woke you up.

Good thing he was turned away from you, lying on his side with the blanket so tight around him it may just kill him a second time.

— “Al?’.. Did you need something?”

— “No. Go back to sleep.”

You raise a brow.

— “But you-”

— “Rest woman!-”

As confused as you are, you roll back over to try and sleep. As pleased as Alastor would’ve been to continue, he couldn’t risk getting caught.

His pride would never recover.

[pikapipipu]

he’s giving off such boyfriend vibes…..

[ghostieil0veu]

[lunalunatics9]

CHARACTER: mike wheeler . TITLE: needy .

authors note: you guys are going to be SICK of how much im gonna post about mike lmaooo🥹🥹

warnings: light smut, masturbation, kissing, making out, almost getting caught, and jerking off.

pt2

and i can be needy, way to damn needy. tell me how good it feels to be needed.

Mike’s head tilted back as you kisses his jawline and neck. He whined loudly and his hand shot up to push your head against his neck. “Don’t move. Gosh, please-“ It’s not like you were planning to anyways.

“Is that fine?” You asked him. He quickly nodded. Not wanting you to feel discouraged. “Feels perfect. m’ going insane. I promise.” He threw you an half-assed smile and gripped your arm. “Keep kissing.” He begged and begged. He looked so needy. So desperate.

He grabbed your hand and pushed it down his pants. “Please, please, please…” He kept mumbling, waiting for you to jerk him off. He lightly pushed you off him and sat you up.

“Please okay? Please!” Mike tilted his head and softly pulled his pants down. His shaft sprang up.

You looked down, were you really gonna jerk him off? you had never even touched a penis. Were you gonna start by jerking him off first thing? You rested your hand on it. He immediately threw his head back, moaning loudly.

“I’m so sensitive. Please i need this.” He gripped your hand and made you move your hand up and down. He was basically jerking his own dick with your hand.

He was kind of long, not even that thick. Maybe just 2 inches thick, 5-7 inches long. This was all going through your head and he just kept moaning and moving your hand.

“You know.. Dustin and Lucas are supposed to come today.. And you’re just jerking me off like this. What if they walk in?” He sounded out of breath. He was panting and groaning.

You grabbed his head and started kissing him, oh this was the end for him.

He tugged your hair and sucked your lower lip. He started climbing onto you. “You see what you do to me? How you make me feel? I cant get enough of you. I love you so mu-“

“MIKE!! WERE HERE!!” Lucas’s loud voice rang through the walls of the house.

Mike gasped and pulling pants up. He got off you and wiped your hands with napkins. “You have to leave now-“ Too late.

Dustin and Lucas stopped on the middle of the stairs, “Why is she here? Why didn’t you guys invite us?” Dustin asked,

“Oh i know what you two were doing. I bet these two were-“ Mike cut him off. “Lucas! Shut up, dumbass!”

[kurekoii]

Zuko x Reader x Sokka love triangle

tags!! smutt(in later chapters),love tri, jealousy, threesome,etc..

the beginning of it all~ (an introduction to my love triangle series)

psa- i dont own the edits all rights go to the authors on tiktok

Six months after the war ended, life has settled into something almost normal. The group has carved out a quiet existence together, and you've found your place among them—laughing at Sokka's terrible jokes, sparring with Toph, sharing tea with Katara. Aang and Katara's easy affection sets the tone for the camp: warm, safe, full of genuine connection.

But lately, you've noticed something shifting.

When you're around, Sokka's jokes land differently—his eyes linger a beat too long. Zuko's usual intensity sharpens into something focused entirely on you. The air crackles when all three of you occupy the same space, and you catch Toph smirking like she knows something you don't.

You tell yourself it's nothing. Just your imagination running wild.

You're wrong.

The fire crackled in the center of camp, sending sparks spiraling into the night sky. You sat cross-legged on your bedroll, watching the flames dance while the others settled in around you. This had become routine over the past six months—gathering together after dinner, sharing stories, letting the day's tensions melt away.

"And then," Sokka said, gesturing wildly with a stick he'd been using to poke at the fire, "the guy looks at me and says, 'That's not a boomerang, that's my wife!'"

Silence.

Toph snorted. "That doesn't even make sense."

"It makes perfect sense!" Sokka protested. "See, because he thought—"

"We get it," Katara interrupted, though she was smiling. "Your joke just wasn't funny."

"It was hilarious," Sokka muttered, slumping back against his pack. His eyes found yours across the fire. "You thought it was funny, right?"

You couldn't help but smile. "I mean... it had potential?"

"Potential!" He sat up straighter. "See? That's what I'm talking about. Someone here appreciates comedic genius when they hear it."

Zuko, who'd been silent up until now, made a sound that might have been a scoff. He sat slightly apart from the group, as he often did, his golden eyes reflecting the firelight. "Comedic genius might be overselling it."

"Oh, and what would you know about comedy, Prince Pouty?" Sokka shot back. "Your idea of a good time is brooding in corners."

"I don't brood."

"You're literally brooding right now."

You watched the exchange with amusement, noting the way Zuko's jaw tightened, the way Sokka's grin sharpened into something almost challenging. This, too, had become routine—the constant needling between them, like two wolves circling each other.

"Boys," Katara said, her voice carrying that particular tone that meant behave. "Can we have one night without you two bickering?"

Aang, ever the peacemaker, nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! We should do something fun. Oh! We could play that game where—"

"If you say 'truth or dare,' I'm going to bed," Toph announced.

"I was going to say we could share our favorite memories from the past six months," Aang finished, looking slightly deflated.

You shifted on your bedroll, pulling your knees up to your chest. Six months. Half a year since the war ended, since you'd all decided to stick together rather than scatter to the winds. Half a year of learning how to exist in peacetime, of figuring out who you were when you weren't fighting for survival.

"I'll go first," Katara offered. She reached over and took Aang's hand, their fingers intertwining with easy familiarity. "My favorite memory is that day we spent at the beach two months ago. Remember? When Aang tried to surf and face-planted into the sand?"

Aang laughed. "I maintain that a rogue wave caught me off guard."

"You were in two inches of water, sweetie."

The group dissolved into laughter, and you felt that familiar warmth spread through your chest—the feeling of belonging, of home. These people had become your family.

"What about you?" Sokka asked, and you realized he was looking directly at you. "Favorite memory?"

You considered for a moment. "Probably last week, when Toph taught me that earthbending move. The one where you sense vibrations in the ground."

"You can't earthbend," Zuko pointed out.

"I know. But she showed me how to feel it anyway, how to read the earth without bending it." You smiled at Toph, who shrugged like it was no big deal. "It was... I don't know. It felt like understanding something fundamental about the world."

Toph's face softened slightly. "You're not terrible at it. For someone who can't bend."

"High praise," you said dryly.

"What about you, Sokka?" Aang asked. "Favorite memory?"

Sokka was quiet for a moment, his eyes still on you. The firelight cast shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp line of his jaw, the curve of his mouth. "That night three weeks ago," he said finally. "When we all stayed up late talking about nothing. And you—" he gestured to you "—you laughed so hard at one of my jokes that you snorted."

"I did not snort!"

"You absolutely snorted. It was adorable."

Heat crept up your neck. You were suddenly very aware of everyone watching this exchange, particularly Zuko, whose expression had gone carefully blank.

"That's your favorite memory?" Toph asked, her voice laden with amusement. "Her snorting?"

"It's the little things," Sokka said, but his eyes hadn't left yours.

The air felt charged suddenly, electric. You looked away first, focusing on the fire.

"Zuko?" Katara prompted. "Your turn."

Zuko was silent for so long you thought he might not answer. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, almost reluctant. "Yesterday morning. When we sparred."

Your head snapped up. He was looking at you now, his gaze intense enough to pin you in place.

"You almost got past my guard," he continued. "You've been practicing."

"Toph's been helping me," you managed to say, your mouth suddenly dry.

"It shows." Something flickered in his eyes—approval? Pride? Something else entirely? "You're getting stronger."

The way he said it made it sound like more than just a comment on your fighting skills. Like he was saying something else entirely.

Sokka cleared his throat loudly. "Well, this has been fun, but I'm exhausted. All that comedic genius takes it out of you."

"You told one bad joke," Toph pointed out.

"One brilliant joke." He stood, stretching his arms over his head. His shirt rode up slightly, exposing a strip of toned stomach, and you absolutely did not notice. "Night, everyone."

A chorus of goodnights followed him as he headed toward his tent. Slowly, the group began to disperse—Aang and Katara wandering off hand-in-hand, Toph announcing she was going to "see if any interesting conversations are happening elsewhere" with a knowing smirk.

Which left you and Zuko alone by the fire.

The silence stretched between you, not quite comfortable but not entirely awkward either. You were aware of every breath, every small movement he made.

"You really have improved," Zuko said finally. "Your stance is better. More grounded."

"Thanks." You poked at the fire with a stick, watching embers scatter. "You're a good teacher. Patient."

His laugh was short, almost bitter. "Patient isn't usually a word people associate with me."

"Maybe they don't know you very well."

His eyes found yours again, and there was something raw in his expression—surprise, maybe, or gratitude. "Maybe."

The moment stretched, pulled taut like a string about to snap. You should say something, break the tension, make a joke like Sokka would—

"I should get some sleep," you said instead, standing abruptly. "Early start tomorrow, right?"

Zuko nodded slowly, rising to his feet with that natural grace he had. He was taller than you remembered, or maybe you'd just never stood this close to him before. "Right. Early start."

"Goodnight, Zuko."

"Goodnight."

You turned and headed toward your tent, feeling his eyes on your back the whole way. Once inside, you collapsed onto your bedroll and stared up at the canvas ceiling, your heart racing.

It's nothing, you told yourself firmly. You're imagining things.

But you could still feel the weight of Zuko's gaze, could still see the way Sokka had looked at you across the fire. Could still feel the electricity that seemed to crackle in the air whenever the three of you were in the same space.

Outside, you heard Zuko banking the fire, his footsteps eventually fading as he headed to his own tent.

Sleep was a long time coming.

this is an introduction to the series part 1 is coming

my a03 will also have this fanfic for those who want it on there!!

[smokebombsandspotlights]

🍼 “maknae of maknaes”

SEVENTEEN x fem!14th member!reader | ft. TWS

platonic | fluff | chaos | family vibes

summary: Y/N may be SEVENTEEN’s youngest member, but after TWS debuted, she became the unofficial mom, emotional support human, and fearless ringleader of an entire rookie group. Now they follow her like ducklings—and SEVENTEEN is getting a little too used to being uncles.

word count: 857 warnings: none, except Y/N collecting baby idols like Pokémon and Seungcheol having a fake crisis about it italics = inner thoughts or sassy emphasis

It started with one juice box.

Just one.

Y/N was sitting backstage after rehearsal for Inkigayo, sipping her banana milk and stress-eating gummies when she noticed a group of tiny, fresh-faced boys hovering near SEVENTEEN’s waiting room.

Enter: TWS. Shiny. Nervous. Kind of lost.

And one of them—Jihoon, she’d later learn—looked like he was five seconds away from either crying or bowing to the floor.

Y/N had no idea why that unlocked a maternal instinct in her, but it did. So she waved them over and handed out the backup snacks she always kept for herself and Dino.

And that was her first mistake.

[Baby Ducks Acquire GPS]

From that day on, every time they were at a music show together, she’d find the TWS members huddled outside the SEVENTEEN dressing room like shy puppies waiting to be invited inside.

She lets them in, obviously.

Woozi almost screamed the first time he walked in and saw seven teenagers sitting in a circle around Y/N like it was story time at kindergarten.

Jeonghan started charging them rent.

Y/N now gets seven different “noonas!!” screamed at her the second she walks into a building.

Even though she’s only, like, three years older than the eldest one.

(“They’re just babies,” she says one day. “You’re also a baby,” Seungcheol replies. “Shut up, Grandpa,” she shoots back.)

[Day 7: They Discover Her Weakness]

Banana milk.

That’s it.

That’s all it took.

One TWS member showed up to a SEVENTEEN rehearsal with a six-pack of banana milk “for Y/N-noona because she looked tired yesterday.”

She cried. Not sob sob cried—but her lip definitely wobbled.

Seungkwan has it on video.

That same TWS member now has “baby angel favorite child” status. The others are bitter but determined to win their spot back.

Hoshi once saw them fighting over who got to carry Y/N’s dance bag.

“I trained for fifteen years,” he whispered. “And you get this kind of devotion after two banana milks?!”

[Day 10: Operation Duck Patrol]

Now SEVENTEEN doesn’t refer to them as TWS anymore.

No, they’re “Y/N’s Ducklings.”

“Where are your ducklings, maknae?” Wonwoo asks casually one morning.

Y/N shrugs. “Probably following the sound of my laughter.”

Cue Seungcheol’s distant wail: “WHY ARE YOU RAISING A WHOLE GROUP?!”

[Day 15: Jeonghan’s Blackmail]

Jeonghan realizes the ducklings do anything Y/N asks.

So he pays her to get them to prank the rest of SEVENTEEN.

The chaos is glorious.

Mingyu opens his closet to find it filled with rubber ducks. The next day, his phone background is mysteriously changed to a picture of Y/N in a crown and sunglasses, holding a juice box like a royal scepter.

She didn’t do that. They did. And she is so proud.

[THE INTERVIEW]

MC: “Y/N, you’ve really taken TWS under your wing!”

Y/N: “Oh, I’m their mom now. It’s official.”

MC: “Really?”

Y/N: “I named their group chat ‘ducklings’ and everything. I feed them. I scold them. One of them calls me when he can’t figure out how to use the washer. I didn’t sign up for this life. It chose me.”

TWS (off-camera): “WE LOVE YOU NOONA!!”

SEVENTEEN (off-camera): “Return the children!!”

[STAGE DAY: CHAOS LEVEL 100]

Y/N is standing side stage, getting ready for her solo intro in a SEVENTEEN performance.

She’s in full glam, earbuds in, eyes closed.

And behind her, seven rookie idols are bouncing on their heels like excited toddlers at a zoo.

“Noona, fighting!!”

“You’re gonna kill it!!”

“Your eyeliner is so cool!!”

“Can I borrow that jacket later?”

She turns around, squints.

“Go to hair and makeup,” she says, but she’s smiling.

[AFTERMATH]

After the show, she comes backstage and finds TWS waiting with a donut box.

Jihoon tries to protest. “She doesn’t need more sugar—!”

Y/N: already holding two donuts in one hand.

[SEVENTEEN GROUP CHAT, LATER]

Cheol: why do they follow you like ducklings

Y/N: because I give them snacks and validate their emotional growth 💅🏻

Jeonghan: she’s raising them better than we raised her

Dino: we didn’t raise her. she raised herself. in fire.

Woozi: and now she’s raising seven more.

Joshua: that makes us grandpas

Soonyoung: IM A TIGER NOT A GRANDPA

[BONUS: WHAT THE DUCKLINGS SAY]

TWS member, in a vlog: “Noona is really nice. She helps us when we’re nervous.”

Another one: “She taught us how to sneak banana milk past our managers.”

Another one: “She yelled at a stylist once because they rushed Jihoon-hyung’s makeup. It was amazing. She’s so cool.”

Another: “She let us use SEVENTEEN’s practice room but made us do a 30-minute warm-up and said if we didn’t stretch, she’d tell Woozi-hyung on us.”

The last one: “She’s like… if a cat was in charge of daycare.”

[THE END…?]

Y/N walks into HYBE one morning, hoodie over her head, drink in hand.

A TWS member runs up.

“Noona, did you eat yet??”

Another appears. “We saved you a seat in the cafeteria!!”

A third: “I brought you vitamin gummies!!”

Y/N blinks.

“Guys,” she says, touched. “You’re gonna make me cry.”

From behind her, Jeonghan: “She trained you too well. Now train Dino to answer his texts.”

End.

A/N:

Let me know if you want a sequel like:

🍼 Ducklings invade SEVENTEEN’s dorm

📺 Y/N on a variety show with TWS and chaos ensues

🎤 TWS cheering Y/N on at her solo stage

I’d be so down to write more in this universe 🫶

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