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Another nite at Dock11.
Choose me
Tonight is the night.
Parada y fonda
On the road II.
awkward femboy pose 😋
Just chillin' 😘
Can you tell which of the eeveelutions is my fave (❁´◡`❁)
I made a Short Film in december. I hope you like it. It was a very cold das of Shooting. I enjoy making black and white films.
Jealous izuku Midoriya x reader
☁️Fluff
You were in class talking with Bakugou, your friend, or well boyfriend Izuku, was looking at the scene with a frown, the truth is that he was jealous to see you talking so happily with his rival. You approached Izuku, but before speaking, he interrupted you “ look who wants to talk!, I’m sure your so busy talking to Kacchan, you should head back besides you two look very happy together" Said in a sarcastic and clearly jealous tone. “what are you talking about izu?” You were taken aback from his bold remark
“Stop pretending that you don’t know… you and Shittygo are glued to each other, he's around you most of the time, always talking to you, you're laughing with him... It's obvious that you prefer him over me” The jealousy of seeing you and his rival together and constantly talking was driving him crazy. “W-what?!” You shout nearly everyone turning to you,realizing how loud you were, you take him by the hand to speak privately outside the hall Following you to a secluded place where nobody can spot you
“What, did you think I wouldn’t notice it, huh? You and him are always together… he’s always glued to you….he’s the one making you laugh. You’re always with him… now”. “It’s not what it seems izu.. can’t I laugh with others?.. you pount “are you jealous or something?” You ask, “You can laugh with whoever you want... but you look more happier with him than you are with me” he replies in a sad tone..
“And what if I’m jealous? Is it bad that I want to see you laugh because of me and not him?”. You giggle and reach to hold his hands “ it’s not bad izu it’s just cute when your jealous~ I’d rather laugh at your jokes than his me and bakugo are just friends nothing more “ you smile at him. Izuku blushes a bit upon hearing the words you spoke and calling him out to admit his jealousy, “It's just… I can’t help but feel jealous… it’s like no matter what I do, everything goes wrong and you prefer him more than me…”, “ your such a negative thinker! do you think I’d prefer him over you?.. honestly izu you must think I’m crazy or something..” you interlock your finger with his and pull yourself closer to his chest, “Of course I don’t think you prefer him over me…” He says looking away as he felt his face heat up when you got closer to him, trying to avoid eye contact so you wouldn't notice he was blushing a lot, You look up to him as you and cup his cheek with one hand as the other leads his hand to your waist “oh izu your so adorable when your jealous!” You exclaim in excitement. he places his hand on your waist looking anywhere but you trying to avoid eye contact “I-I’m not adorable… sh-shut up”,
You laugh out loud and kiss his soft lips followed by softly bitting his bottom lip “ your so handsome izu” you start to touch up on his hair. His eyes widened as he freezes for a few seconds not knowing what to say “S-stop it… you’re embarrassing me…” he mumbles.
“Y-you’re such a tease… you’re doing it on purpose, aren’t you?..” he asks, “Of course I am I love it so much when I get my way with you ~” your pur smiling at him. He wraps his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him, trying to look away from you as his face heats up more little by little. You turn his face towards yours “do you want me to stop paying attention to you then?.. since you want to look away from me should I let go?” You smirk “No! I don’t want you to stop,” He quickly says wrapping his arms around your waist tightening and pulling you closer to his body, stuttering as you look up at him mesmerized by your eyes. “I-I mean… don’t let go… y-you can continue your a-Attention to me…”, You laugh and kiss him all around his face grinding on his lower body with your hips “ your such a desperate attention seeker “ you purr. He blushes feeling your grinding on his lower body with your hips, he couldn’t help letting out a gasp and trying to hold back a moan, having trouble speaking…. “S-shut up...I-I’m not an a-attention seeker a-an—“ He was cut off letting out a small moan at the feeling of you grinding on his body, his face turning completely red from embarrassment.
You stop and pull apart form him “oh izu i wish we could continue but we need to head back to class”… he wanted you close to him just a little bit longer, but unfortunately, you were right. He let out a sigh and looked at you with puppy eyes, he honestly looked adorable when he did it.
“Ugh… do we have to go back already? I don’t want to go back yet…” he grumbles..
“You know Mr.Aizawa will be here any moment.. but don’t worry when we’re done you’ll get a little price as a way to forgive me for ignoring you for so long~” you wink at him and bite your bottom lip. the thought of a "price" as a reward for "ignoring" him earlier sounded very tempting. He wanted to ask what that "price" was, but he figured it would be better as a surprise,even so he accepted the fact that both of you had to return to class.. “S-so… this "price", what exactly is it?”, “You’ll find out later needy boy~” “come on let’s head back” you hold his hand leading him to the classroom, Blushing as you call him a "needy boy", which was technically true, if he was being honest. He was just desperate to spend more time with you since he couldn’t stand to see you with Bakugou most of the time, and to top it off, the fact that you wouldn’t tell him what that "price" was was driving him crazy, he just wanted to know what it was..
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𝘿𝙖𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣 𝙏𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙮𝙚𝙣 & 𝙣𝙞𝙚𝙘𝙚! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧/𝙤𝙘
𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥'𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯?
Warning: targcest, (niece and uncle) 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
one: ✶ two: ✶
It was in the wee mornings on a warm day that Prince Daemon Targaryen, Prince of the City, had been forced to partake in breaking fast with his family.
Consisting of his father Prince Baelon the Brave, his mother Alyssa Targaryen, his elder brother Prince Viserys, and his lady-wife, Aemma Arryn.
For a young prince of merely 16 name days old, Daemons world was small, and only consisted of his family, sword fighting, and Caraxes. His thoughts of marriage and husbandly duties were of no importance to him, and held no precedence in his mind.
Daemon walked the bustling halls of the Red Keep, his head held high as the servants, guards, and common men alike showed respect by bowing slightly to the young boy.
Reaching the dining room, he was welcomed with the smell of warm food, his mother calling out to him and patting the seat next to her.
Daemon quickly situated himself, readying his stomach for the food and quickly pounced on the meat pies across the table, slightly splashing Viserys’ beige tunic.
—
The day seemed to drag on for far to long. It was late into the afternoon that Daemon was made aware that he was now an uncle to two Targaryen babes.
The news had him running to the birthing chambers, where his brother and his wife sat, cooing at the whining twin girls.
Feeling awkward, Daemon stood rigid near the entrance of the large room.
“Brother, come. Would you like to see them” Viserys had hollered. If Daemon didn’t know any better he would have guessed that Viserys himself birthed the babes, he looked even more elated than Aemma did, which was hard to achieve.
Daemon shuffled quietly near the couple, and peered down at the babes. He couldn’t help but poke the cheek of the one in Viserys’ arms.
“Be gentle Daemon” Viserys somewhat scolded him.
Before Daemon could retreat his finger, the babe had grasped it with both her tiny hands, babbling quietly.
When Daemon broke free from her grasp, she started to wail, and wail she did. So he quickly extended his finger to satiate the crying newborn.
Viserys and Aemma let out a shared chuckle, before offering the babe for Daemon to hold.
“What if I drop it” He whispered.
“It is not an ‘it’ brother, her name will be Rhaella” Viserys stated while softly stroking the girls head, “and the youngest will be Rhaenyra”
Daemon reluctantly held the babe awkwardly in his arms, adjusting to fit to the curve of the squirming girl.
Once settled Rhaella quickly found comfort in her uncles arms, and fell asleep, chest slowly falling up and down. Daemon kept his eyes on her, and his gaze never faltered. He wasn’t much for babies and children, but he knew he’d adore his new niece.
Aemma giggled from her position of the bed, “Rhaella seems to be quite fond of her uncle already” she rocked the sleeping Rhaenyra calmly. “Let’s hope young Rhaenyra will feel the same way”
—
“Rhaella, come out!” A man’s voice had echoed in the gardens of the Red Keep, situated behind the throne room.
Daemon was now 1 and 20, while his darling niece was only a mere 5 name days old. She was currently playing with him by hiding in the palace bushes, that littered the gardens of the Red Keep.
“I’m coming to get you…” Daemon said tauntingly, knowing that Rhaella can hear him well thanks to her frenzied giggles, that bounced off the stone walls.
Daemon slowly stalked deeper into the garden, while his eyes followed a girl shaped shadow that darted from bush to bush.
He sighed and stopped in the middle of the grassy area, hands on his hips. “Where is that little girl? When I find her I'm going to gobble her up” he dramatically stated to himself, making sure he’s heard.
Rhaella had wanted to move to the bush to his far right but before she could leave her spot she was caught and lifted into the air.
“I got you now!” Daemon declared, lifting her by her arms and bringing her closer to his chest while he pretend to eat her dramatically like a dragon.
Rhaella’s giggles and laughter could be heard all throughout the halls of the Keep, as she flailed her arms and legs out, trying to escape the dragons grasp. “Not fair uncle” she whined, when Daemon finally settled her on his arms.
He grinned and laughed slightly, brushing parts of Rhaella’s hair away from her face. “Don’t you think your uncle is mighty and clever enough to find you wherever you are?”
Rhaella huffed and flopped into Daemons chest admitting defeat.
Daemon laughed louder as he held onto her tightly, bundling her up in his arms even as she giggled and squirmed.