#prince! tom

[lauraneedstochill]

Viserys I Targaryen and his son Aegon II vs Aegon II and his son Jaehaerys

🔪 inspired by this tweet:

[aegonswife]

FOR MY JACE GIRLIES OUT THERE!

[barbieaemond]

[hotdaemondtargaryen]

one of the things that bothers me this season, is that they used jaehaerys' death for the daemon targaryen character arc.

rather than to show aegon's full rage potential, helaena's awakening to the power of her dreams or aemond's reaction.

[wwprice1]

Damian, Jon, and Lizzie from Wonder Woman #3.

[faithsoneluv]

i don't think people understand how hard it is not to ship tomarry / harrymort because what do you mean they're borderline canonically soulmates. what do you mean they're PROPHESIED to each other. what do you mean they're literal parallels, had the same childhood circumstances but turned out the exact opposite. what do you mean harry's the embodiment of the light side and tom's the embodiment of the dark even though they're so, so similar. what do you mean they both have common names even though they themselves are anything but common. what do you mean they have uncountable amount of bible references that apply strictly to them, what do you mean harry makes sure to mention tom's the handsomest in the room whenever he sees him and apparently likes their connection. what do you mean their wands share the core of the same phoenix and therefore literally can't kill each other even if they wanted to. what do you mean harry wanted to give him another chance despite everything he's done, what do you mean tom offered him his hand, what do you mean harry killed tom at the same age except the order of the numbers is reversed. what do you mean harry's eyes are the same colour as tom's favourite unforgivable (avada) AND the colour of his house, what do you mean TOM'S eyes are the colour of harry's favourite defence spell (expelliarmus) and the colour of his house. WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY ARE EACH OTHER'S OTHER HALF. WHAT DO YOU MEAN HARRY IS LITERALLY TOM'S SOUL??? 😭

NOT TO MENTION THESE THINGS AREN'T EVEN FANON LIKE...? lmk if i missed something though.

[sam-reid]

Evil is a point of view. God kills indiscriminately, and so shall we. For no creatures under God are as we are, none so like him as ourselves.

Lestat de Lioncourt

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE (1994) | INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE (2022- ).

[the-djarin-clan]

2022 / 2024

Tom is aging like whiskey... delicious. 🥃😋

[sapphiressmoke]

i’m lost for words 😫

[dailydccomics]

we know who you are ♡ Wonder Woman #10 by Tom King and Daniel Sampere

[strawberrycarat]

Jace at Winterfell's hair salon having a makeover :

*Cregan approved*

[lionneee]

Aemond’s victory

English is not my first language, please be kind

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•Warnings: p in v, smut, kissing, taking of sexual themes, chocking, incest, mention of character death, mention of dragon death•

OC!Aemond x Sister!Reader

“Aemond— Someone’s gonna see—“ She mumbled as she gripped the top of the roof wall. Her skirts raised over her waist, bend over the wall, as Aemond kept thrusting slowly, but hard and harshly every time, making her jolt forward at every hit.

“No worries, sister, they’re never gonna see us—“ He growled as he gripped her hips tighter, digging his fingers in her skin.

She grunted as she started hearing the parade getting closer. She looked down at the crowd of people, running to get a look of what was going on.

“Aemond—“ She moaned as she moved one of her hands over his hand.

“Shh, just feel me, sister. Your big brother has returned as a winner, won’t you congratulate him?” He smirked, watching how his cock disappeared between her legs, feeling her wet walls enveloping him, sucking him in.

“Yes—“ She moaned. “Yes I want to—“ She gasped as he moved his hand to grip her shoulder, pushing her back against him, the skin of her ass and thighs moving in waves at the hit, the sounds of skin slapping getting louder, accompanied by the sounds of her wetness.

“I told you I would have celebrated inside you, sister— I always get what I want.” He growled as he started to speed up.

“Oh— Yes, yes, brother— Please—“ She could hear the sound of honks and a bell coming closer.

“Behold!”

“Please? You want to make me feel good, mh?” He started pushing in fast, always harder.

“The traitor dragon Meleys!”

She raised her head immediately, looking down, her eyes meeting the white eyes of Meleys head.

“See what I’ve brought you, sister?” Aemond pushed her forward, forcing her to take a few steps forward, making her straight up a bit. He hugged her from behind, his hips stilling.

“A little spoil from the fight. All for you.” He whispered in her ear, breathing in the scent of her hair.

“Rhaenys?” She asked, as she couldn’t tear her gaze off the dragon. He moved his arm around her neck, pulling her back, making her arch her back as he thrusted with force, bending his arm enough to constrain her breathing barely.

She gasped in surprise, wrapping her hands around his arm.

“She’s dead. After how she threatened us— you, at Aegon’s coronation?” He growled. “She brought it upon herself.”

“Slain at Rook’s Rest, by your King.”

Aemond growled as he heard that, and she could feel him thrusting again, his hips hitting her ass with force.

“I killed her.” He growled, his voice low and dangerous. “I killed her for you.” 

His words sent a strange shiver down her back, a mix of concern, affection and lust.

“No one touches you— No one threatens you— My queen.”

Her gaze fell on a little carriage. A big box hidden by clothes, and pieces of clothing.

“Aemond— What happened?” She gasped, trying to turn her head to look at him, but his arm around her neck didn’t allow her.

“I won. That’s what happened.” He hissed in her ear. His hand moved underneath her skirts, reaching the bound of nerves hidden between her legs.

He started caressing it in quick moves.

“And now.” He thrusted harder. “You’re gonna thank me for it.” He pressed his forehead against the back of her head. “You’re gonna come. You’re gonna thank me— come for me—“

“Aemond— Oh— Oh Gods—“ She moaned loudly, clenching around him, feeling the tension in her stomach about to snap.

He had slain a dragon for her.

He moved one head from his arm to reach the back of his head, throwing her head back, exposing her neck to him, making him groan.

“Don’t do that. Don’t. I can’t mark you there, and you know it.” He growled, his voice restrained. “You’re trying to remember me you're not my wife yet? Mh?” She could hear the frustration in his voice, and his words frustrated her too.

“Aemond— I’m gonna come—“ She moaned.

A dragon. For her.

“Come, sister.” He grunted. “Come on my cock, wet it all over—“ 

He kept pushing and pushing, thrusting as fast and hard as he could, trying to bring her over the edge, to make her come hard.

“Oh Gods— Aemond…” She moaned loudly, panting for air as she felt the tension in her stomach snap, coming with a loud grunt, her legs shaking, as waves of pleasure overwhelmed her.

“Yes— Yes, Aemond- Oh, it’s so good—“ She moaned as Aemond let go of her, taking a step back to pull out.

“On your knees.” He ordered immediately. She quickly turned around, falling to her knees. He gripped her hair, yanking her closer, jerking himself fast as his sperm spilled on her tongue and face, his hand too.

As they walked into the King chambers, she was met with a horrifying view.

Aegon, burned, laying on his bed, the Maesters all around him, trying to peel off the armor from his skin.

Their mother looking from afar, her expression contorted in a mixture of uneasy from the smell and sight, and concern for her son.

Aemond stepped in front of the bed, looking down at his brother as he leaned towards the bed structure.

She knew that look.

And recognising it now, with their brother reduced like that, she couldn’t tell if it was good or not.

She saw that look the night he returned after Storm’s End.

When he killed Luke. 

That night, he was sorry, he felt guilty, despite that, she could tell he was satisfied, no matter how guilty what he did made him feel.

There was no guilt in that look.

Just pride and satisfaction.

“Gōntan gaomā bisa naejot zirȳla, lēkia?” 

-Did you do this, brother?-

She asked, looking at him from his side. She could feel the gaze of their mother on her, desperately trying to catch something of their words. Not that she would have understood them anyway.

“Iksis ziry daor īlva kȳvanon? syt nyke naejot sagon dārys, Se ao, ñuha dāria? ñuha ābrazȳrys?” He answered, his eye never leaving Aegon.

-Is it not our plan? For me to be king, and you, my queen? My wife?-

“Ossēnagon īlva dārys kessa gaomagon īlva daor sȳz.”

-Kill our king will do us no good.-

She said, frustrated. If Aemond committed treason, all would be lost.

“Iā mittys hen iā dārys.”

-A fool of a king.-

He replied coldly.

“Iēdrosa īlva dārys.”

-Still our king.-

She sighed, looking at Aegon again. She couldn’t deny his words, nor blame him for wanting to speed up the process, having gotten the opportunity. 

“Mh.” He simply replied. She knew he was well aware of what he risked. She trusted Criston to not say a word about what he did, but she was still scared someone else might. He turned his head to look at her, his single eye burning in hers.

“Gaomagon daor zūgagon, mandia.  Kostā pāsagon nyke.  Kesi jiōragon skoros jaeli”

-Do not fear, sister. You can trust me. We will get what we want.-

It was a promise. He will take care of her.

She took a deep breath and simply nodded, as Aemond gaze returned to their brother.

“Someone-” He straightened up. “- will have to rule on his stead.” He looked at their mother.

Just the idea sent a spark of lust down her body, and she had to clench her thighs together.

Aemond looked at her with a smirk before walking out.

Him. King.

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[aegonswife]

JACE GIRLIES I REPEAT JACE GIRLIES

OMG MAN LOOK AT HIM

[xitsemm]

TOM THE ACTOR YOU ARE

[hotdaemondtargaryen]

TARGTOWERS SIBLINGS.

'were you rolling on that?' 'fantastic.'

[xxnymeriatargaryenxx]

aemond biting your shoulder in missionary when he’s about to cum while simultaneously gripping your hips so hard with his hands that his nails leave marks on your skin