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Daemyra: Pride (superbia)

People say Targaryens are closer to Gods than men Dreams didn't make us Kings, dragons did

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"1 v 1" - Modern!Aegon Targaryen x Stepsister!Reader

dividers by @hotdapologist

a/n: a request from my darling @jamespotterismydaddy & my submission for @hotdthemedweek for pride 🤭❤️

Summary: After some 1 v 1 with Aegon, you learn where your missing panties have been disappearing to...

TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, afab reader, stepbrother/stepsister relationship, face sitting, oral f receiving, mommy kink, aeg's tongue ring, p in v sex, unprotected sex, voyeurism, undie theft, creampie, tiddy succin

Word Count: ? words

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

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Ever since your dad married Alicent Hightower, your life has changed, and you’re not really sure if it’s for the better or not. You’ve gained three stepbrothers and one stepsister. And for the most part, it’s nice and chill. Aemond is kind of a cryptid, minding his own business, spending long hours at the library or at fencing practice. Helaena is super sweet and Daeron’s a bit rambunctious but completely harmless. You get along with the three of them fairly well, helping Daeron out with his homework sometimes when Aemond’s too busy, going out to the mall with Helaena.

The problem? Aegon. The eldest of the four. He graduated college a few months ago and ever since? He’s been a constant fixture at the house. You miss the days when he lived at the university frat house, considering you used to have some modicum of peace during the weekdays. Now, he’s always around, annoying the fuck out of you. And the worst part is? He’s hot. 

The two of you are only one year apart in age, but he acts like a horny fifteen year old, always hovering around you, trying to cop a feel, hand on your thigh whenever you get in his stupid gold TransAm to get a ride. He’s incorrigible. He’s annoying, the way those stupid purple eyes of his trace every inch of your body whenever the two of you are in the same room. The way his voice is so ridiculously deep when he whispers in your ear during family movie nights. It’s enough to make you want to pull your hair out.

And it’s enough to make you imagine him between your legs every time you pull your vibe out of your drawer and use it. He’s so goddamn smug all the time, you think it would be really fucking great if he put that mouth to better use, preferably on you. God, you bet he’s good at giving head. And the fact that he has a tongue ring is just an added bonus.

Part of you wonders if he was even as popular in college as he claimed to be, considering he’s a lazy piece of shit and sits around his room playing Call of Duty all day. You never would’ve pegged him as a gamer, but it all makes sense, you guess. You hate the way he walks around the house without a shirt in his stupid gray sweats, the ones where you can just about see the outline of his dick. And he gives you a knowing little smirk every time he catches you looking.

Fucking piece of shit.

You’re busy studying for one of your online classes, wanting to get a few extra credits so you can graduate a semester early from university, but Alicent knocks on the door, saying that she, your dad, Daeron, and Helaena are going out to the movies and dinner, asking if you’d like to join. She mentions Aemond is over at the library and as such won’t be joining, while Aegon is Aegon, and so will be staying home and playing video games. What a shock. You tell her you have an assignment you’re making good headway on and are going to stay behind as well. She nods, asking if you can remind Aegon to clean his room, the two of you exchanging a look before she heads out with the rest of the family.

After finishing your assignment, you hear an angered yell from Aegon’s room and smirk to yourself, thinking how he probably just died in his game. You stand up, stretching slightly, cracking your back before you change out of your pajamas and into something a little more… Tempting. You put on a pair of denim cutoff shorts that hang low around your hips, showing off the string of your thong and your belly button piercing, smirking to yourself. You pair it with a white bralette, knowing Aegon is going to go absolutely insane when he sees you. Fucking perv, always staring at your tits without any shame.

You frown to yourself when you open your underwear drawer, thinking that you need to go shopping pretty soon. Part of you thinks that maybe Daeron is being a little perv and stealing your underwear, it seems pretty on brand for him. Maybe even Aemond. You wouldn’t be surprised if the guy ended up being a secret pervert. Aegon you’re a bit doubtful of, considering how many sorority girls he claims he’s fucked.

You walk over to his room, hearing yet another frustrated shout from, making you snicker under your breath. You bang on his door with both fists, hoping to scare him.

“Earth to Aegon,” you say, throwing the door open and walking inside.

Aegon jerks back, startled, and pulls off his headphones, turning to look at you, “The fuck do you want? I’m trying to play!”

“Do you do anything besides play CoD all day?” you snark, “Loser.”

Aegon grumbles, though his eyes move up and down your scantily clad form, almost greedily, eyeing your cleavage and the string of your thong in particular, clearly enjoying the way the bralette barely seems to be able to cover you, “Loser? What do you know about winning or losing?”

“I know you didn’t pause your game properly and you just died in it,” you smirk, hands on your hips.

“I,” he scrambles back to put his headphones on, letting out a scoff, when he sees that you were right, tossing them aside yet again, “Fine. You wanna bet on who the loser is around here? 1 v 1. I fuckin’ guarantee I’ll wipe the floor with you.”

You bat your eyes at him innocently and pick up a controller as if you’ve never touched one before in your entire life, biting back a grin at the way his gaze darkens as you ask, “So you just, like, press this button to shoot right?”

Aegon nods, smirking, not knowing that he’s playing right into your hands, “Uh huh. Basically.”

“Okay,” you shrug, seating yourself in his lap, feeling the way his hard-on rubs against your ass through your shorts, grinning to yourself when you hear him clear his throat.

The two of you begin playing and, of course, you make sure to grind yourself against him as much as possible, watching as his avatar flails about the screen, keeping up the pretense that you’ve never played Call of Duty in your entire life. Then, you squirm against him one more time, hearing him let out a low groan.

“You know it’s cheating to distract me, right?” he murmurs in your ear, his voice low, making you want to continue moving against him all the more.

“Who’s distracting anyone, stepbro?” you feign innocence, “I’m just trying to play a game with you.”

His jaw drops at the nickname, only to drop even further if possible when you beat him moments later, giggling to yourself as he protests, “You hustled me!”

You stand up from his lap, grinning to yourself and stretching, holding back the urge to laugh in his face at the way he’s looking at you, almost awestruck, “Thanks for the game, stepbro. Bye bye now.”

“Wait,” Aegon stands up, grabbing your wrist, “Where you goin’?”

“To my room,” you raise an eyebrow, “Duh.”

“Oh, no, you can’t just leave now. This is when the fun begins,” he waggles his eyebrows at you suggestively, making you scoff in his face, before something catches your eye.

A frilly pink piece of fabric laying on his bed, right beside his pillow, your eyes narrowing as you question, “Are those my fucking panties?!”

Aegon freezes as you shove past him, grabbing your underwear out of his bed, faking a cough and laughing nervously, “Why, uh, hm. How did those get there?” he feigns incredulity, hands on his hips as he shakes his head, “Crazy! Mom needs to get her shit together with the laundry.”

You scowl, “You perv, don’t fucking blame this on your mom!”

Aegon laughs awkwardly, running a hand through his hair, “Well, yeah, maybe I found them.”

“Found them in my fucking underwear drawer?” you question archly, “You know, I almost blamed Aemond for this.”

“Bet you he’s taken a few too,” Aegon mutters under his breath before speaking up, “Don’t make such a big deal about it, Princess, but uh,” he bites the inside of his cheek before adding, a wicked little grin on his face, “I’d wash them before you use them again. Cuz, uh… Yeah.”

Your jaw drops at the insinuation of what he’s done with them, growling as you shove past him back toward your room, “You fucking perv!”

“Hey, hey, don’t be so mad!” Aegon laughs, grabbing you by the arm to stop you, a little smirk playing on his lips, “You’re not really going to just leave after that, are you? It’s not like you’ve ever objected to me seeing you… Undressed.”

You scoff, glancing at his hand on your arm before meeting his heavy lavender gaze, “When have I ever allowed that, Aegon?”

“Well,” he leans in to whisper in your ear, his voice low and husky, “When you were playing with that pretty little pussy last night and the door was left a crack open, obviously.”

You fix him with a sharp glare, “I didn’t fucking know you were there while I was using my vibe, Aegon!”

He shakes his head, his lips brushing against your ear, breath tickling your neck, “We both know that deep down, you were pretending it was my dick.”

You hum to yourself for a moment before smirking, “You’re such a fucking loser. Spying on your stepsister. Stealing her underwear and using it to jack off. That’s fucking pathetic.”

Aegon shrugs, “You say that like it should bother me. I think you secretly enjoy how much of a ‘loser’ I am,” he says.

He’s a bit taken aback when you push him back onto his bed, straddling his hips. Aegon’s gaze moves from your cleavage in that tiny bralette, to the waistband of your underwear, to your piercing, back up to your lips, that look so gorgeous curved in that devious little grin.

“Don’t you think you should swallow your pride and apologize for stealing my things, Aegon?” you purr, “You were caught.”

“No,” he says, his brows knit together, “I’m not apologizing.”

“Aw, but Aegon,” you lean in and whisper, reveling in the sharp exhale he lets out when you nip at his earlobe, “Good boys who apologize get rewarded. Don’t you wanna be a good boy for me?”

“Fuck,” he groans, hands coming up to grab at your hips as he murmurs, “Yes, Mommy, wanna be your good boy.”

Your hands move up to tug at his hair slightly and you watch his cheeks flush, murmuring, “Mommy’s gonna ride your face, baby. You wanna taste Mommy’s pussy?”

Aegon’s eyes go wide with excitement and he nods eagerly, “Fuck, yes, please-”

You push Aegon to lay back on the bed while you shimmy out of your shorts and underwear, leaving you in only your tiny bralette, your tits almost spilling out of it as you crawl back over over him. Aegon’s hands move to grasp your thighs, squeezing your flesh and groaning as you lower your wet cunt onto his face, grabbing the headboard of his bed for support. Your knees nearly buckle when you feel him dragging his tongue piercing over your clit, your whole body tensing at the sensation. Aegon notices this and, of course, decides to keep doing it, the cool metal rubbing against your sensitive nub in a way that has you grinding down against him. Aegon’s grip on your thighs is almost bruising as he moves his tongue against you before pushing it fully inside your pussy, making you gasp as you chase your high, grinding down against him. He moans against you, his tongue warm and contrasting with the feeling of the metal as he laps at your folds greedily, bringing you closer and closer to the edge, sending you over when he rubs his nose against your clit.

You move off of him, only for Aegon to immediately sit up, chasing after your lips, moving his against them needily. You taste yourself on his tongue, your hand moving down to his cock, your hand rubbing at it over the fabric of his sweatpants. You move off of him slightly, only to pull his sweats down just enough to free his girth, smirking at the sight of it, licking your lips.

“You were so good for Mommy, baby,” you coo, sinking down onto his cock, reveling in the little whimper he lets out when you do, “You want Mommy to ride your cock, baby? Huh?”

“Fuck, yes,” Aegon pants, his hand moving to your back as you begin bouncing your hips up and down on him, moaning at the feeling of his thickness against your velvet walls, the stretch feeling so delicious as you ride him, “Mommy, please, can I suck your tits?”

Your hand moves to his face, squeezing his cheeks together slightly as you smirk, still moving your hips against his, “Aw, of course, baby. You’re so pathetic for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” he agrees without hesitation, pulling your bralette down to let your tits spill free, his mouth moving to envelop one of your nipples, moaning as your cunt squeezes him.

You can’t help but moan at the feeling of his piercing brushing against your nipple, moving your hand into his hair to tug at it, “Just like that, baby, fuck…”

You can feel your climax approaching as Aegon switches to your other tit, his tongue swirling around your pebbled peak, smiling at the way your body responds to him, your pussy clenching him like a vice, “So close, Mommy, can I cum inside your pussy? Please?”

“Yeah, baby, fill me up,” you coo, feeling the coil in your stomach snap as you squeeze around him even tighter, feeling him spill himself inside you moments later.

You move off of him, adjusting your bralette and pulling your shorts back on, sans underwear. Aegon watches you, laying back on his bed, still in a daze from everything that just happened. He watches as you start to leave, quickly speaking up.

“Hey, wait, where’re you going-”

You bring a finger to your lips, “My dad and your mom will be back soon,” you toss your thong which is laying on the floor over to him, letting it land in his lap, “Use this until next time, baby.”

Aegon watches you saunter off, already half hard again at the thought of there being a next time. However, next time, he has every intention of showing you that he isn’t the pathetic loser you seem to think he is.

No, next time, he’s going to be taking control, and Mommy’s going to learn just how good her Baby can fuck her when he’s on top.

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Rhaenyra x Aegon ii - Hubris

promising a big fire, any fire saying I'm the one, he's gonna take me. i'm on fire, i’m on fire, i'm on fire. suffering is nigh, drawing to me calling me the one, i'm the white light beautiful, finite. even the iron still fears the rot hiding from something I cannot stop, walking on shadows, I can't lead him back.

ptolemaea - Ethel Cain

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Alys x Aemond x Rhaena - Invidia

and you know I love you, but you know that there's nothing you can do about it, because you love her and you still love me. If I could be her... but I'm not her and she's not me and you're somewhere different, on a different planet. and you still want it that inner sanctity, and it's an evil but the evil is necessary, and you're still hungry for her and you still want her loving, but she doesn't love you.

twilight - bôa this song make me fucking insane

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Rhaenyra x Aemond: Envy (invidia)

“You want to be better than me. You want to be smarter than me. You want to be more powerful than me. More influential. More important. More respected. You want to rule. You want to be the queen. But see your kingdom, my love. It's rotten.  Who would want to taste a rotten fruit.”

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Rhaenyra x Criston - Ira

I've dug two graves for us, my dear can't pretend that I was perfect, leavin' you in fear. what a world, the things I hear If I could act on my revenge, then, oh, would I? some kill, some steal, some break your heart and you thought that I would let it go and let you walk well, broken hearts break bones, so break up fast and I don't wanna let it go, so in my grave I'll rot.

revenge - xxx tentacion

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Daemon x Aemond: Wrath (ira)

My soul is full of fire, wrath and tempestuous dirge; I feel but one desire, to find a sword and scourge ~ Ronald Ross

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Rhaena x Aegon ii - Acedia

please put me to bed, and turn down the light, fold down your hands give me a sign put down your lies. lay down next to me don't listen when I scream bury your doubts and fall asleep find out, I was just a bad dream. let the bed sheet soak up my tears and watch the only way out disappear don't tell me why kiss me, goodbye.

goodbye - Apparat ft. Soap & Skin

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"My Wanton Wife" - Daemon Targaryen x Reader

a/n: this is meant as a standalone entrance for sloth for @hotdthemedweek, but can be read as a sequel to my foxy lady, my pretty princess, and my beautiful bride ❤️

Summary: Your husband is far too lazy this morning for your taste.

TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, anal fingering, p in v sex

Word Count: 1,015 words

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated ❤️

When you wake the morning after a feast, where you and your husband may have partaken in one too many drinks, all you can think about is having him between your legs, burying his cock inside you as he’s done almost every night since the two of you wed. You can feel him, half hard, pressed up against you from behind, slumbering peacefully. He feels so warm against you, and you bite back a laugh at how he once told you “the blood of the dragon runs hot” to excuse himself for making you feel too warm in the middle of the night as he held you. You turn to face him, your fingertips gently tracing his nose, his lips, his cheekbones, smiling to yourself.

“Good morrow, husband,” you say softly as you notice him beginning to stir.

Daemon takes a while to wake, blinking the sleep from his eyes, though he still seems quite tired. He pulls you into his arms, embracing you tightly, and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Good morning, my love,” he says, his voice still thick with sleep, “What is it you want, having woken me at this most ungodly hour?”

You giggle, nuzzling your nose against his, “It’s nearly midday, husband. And all I want is to make love to you. But perhaps you’ve grown too old and tired to feast and fuck the next day,” you taunt, knowing this will rile him up.

Daemon knows you speak in jest, the two of you are only a few years apart in age, so your words do not in fact have their intended effect, “I am tired, my wanton little wife, perhaps we can sleep a bit longer-”

“Ugh, don’t be boring,” you groan, moving to straddle his lap, “You can sleep when you’re dead.”

Daemon immediately feels your bare cunt moving against his cock, smirking to himself, “Demanding little thing. What exactly is it that you would like me to do?”

“I think I’ve made it quite obvious,” you drawl, leaning in to brush your lips against his.

He chuckles, hands moving to squeeze at the flesh of your ass, not bothering to even sit up, “Alright, then. If you want me so badly that you can’t let your poor husband sleep, then get to it.”

“You’re so lazy!” you chide, “You’re really just going to lay there and have me do all the work?”

“Is my pretty princess so spoiled that she’s incapable of riding her dragon?” Daemon smirks up at you lazily, his finger moving along the entrance to your puckered hole, teasing you, “Come on. Show me what you’re capable of.”

Daemon lets out a low groan of delight as you sink down onto his cock, your warm, wet core enveloping him perfectly. He keeps that lazy little smile on his face as he continues teasing you, his finger nearly entering but stopping short.

“This is really quite unfair, you know,” you pout as you begin riding him, bouncing yourself up and down on his cock, your tits moving in tandem, his free hand moving up to grab one, kneading your supple, tender flesh so hard that it has him groaning.

“So are you just going to make those sad puppy eyes at me every time you want to have your way, Princess?” Daemon moves his hands to grip your hips, bouncing you up and down on him at a faster pace, unhappy with the slow, languid pace you’d set, moaning with satisfaction every time you sink your wet cunt onto him, “I quite like this. You doing all the work.”

“Oh, I’m sure you do,” you roll your eyes.

“Exactly, now get to it,” he commands, still so dominant when he’s the one underneath you, his lilac gaze heady as he orders you about.

“Daemon, you know I can’t reach my peak like this,” you plead, looking at him with those same doe eyes that he fell in love with, and remains so in love with, “Husband. My dragon.”

He decides to simply remove his hands from you altogether, lacing his fingers behind his head as he watches you struggle to ride him without any assistance, your thighs already burning from how hard you’re having to work. Every time you sink back down on him, his cock just barely brushes against your sweet spot, not giving you the same pleasure as when he takes control.

You begin moving your hips faster and faster, grumbling under your breath, “Lazy old man. Just laying there as my thighs ache from all this exertion. It’s a wonder your cock still works at all-”

And this time? Your words do have their intended effect. Daemon flips the two of you over, glaring down at you as he begins rutting against you mercilessly, one hand one your throat, squeezing slightly, restricting your flow of air.

“What was that?” he growls as he fucks into you, his cock bullying against your sweet spot with every thrust, leaving you a whimpering mess beneath him, “What was that about my cock not working, my wanton little wife? It seems that you’re enjoying it just fine now. I think you’re the lazy one, you little brat, begging me to fuck you and put in all the work.”

“Daemon,” you mewl, “Harder…”

He readily obliges, his stones slapping against your ass with every thrust while he moves one of his hands down to pinch at your tits, making you cry out with delight. You feel the coil in your stomach winding tighter and tighter until suddenly, a wave of euphoria washes over you. You squeeze Daemon’s cock with your cunt as you climax, drawing his own end from him as he spills himself inside you with a moan of your name before collapsing against you. He peppers kisses all over your face, making sure you’re alright, asking if you need anything.

“A bit more sleep,” you say, pulling the covers over yourself, only to have them pulled back, “Daemon!”

“Darling, you woke the dragon. Now you need to pay the consequences. On all fours.”

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Rhaenicent: Sloth (acedia)

"I want to fly with you on dragon back, see the great wonders across the Narrow Sea, and eat only cake"

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Rhaenyra x Aemond - Avarita

my cup runneth over, but I'll have another, please I'll only take a lover if she walks all over me. there's sеven deadly sins, but somehow all I got was greed, yеah I see the warnin's that I shall never heed.

cup runneth over - Kiki Rockwell

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Alicent x Daemon - Gula

no giving into taking more but still still feedin', you're clearly disturbed, all you want is allegiance hear them what you saw you hear them with believin' oh holy holy water washing over the soul.

UNKLE - with you in my head ft. the black angels

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"Daddy's Greedy Girl" - Modern!Otto Hightower x Sugar Baby!Reader

a/n: from an anon request for sugar daddy otto - my submission for "greed" for @hotdthemedweek 💕

Summary: Otto knows you're a bit greedy, but it's not just for his credit card.

TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, overstim, oral f receiving, daddy kink, p in v sex, age gap, high heel kink, alicent being cunty lol, sugar daddy/sugar baby dynamic

Word Count: 2,000 words

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogsare never required but are immensely appreciated ❤️

When Otto Hightower, the Vice President of Targaryen Industries, signed up for a Seeking Arrangements account, it was only because one of the board members, the CEO’s brother Daemon, in fact, made an off color comment about how he’d be far less up tight if he just had a good fuck. And while it pissed the older man the fuck off, he thought to himself that, perhaps, Daemon is right. His late wife passed quite a long time ago, his children are grown. Why should he not do something for himself?

And, as luck would have it, after only a few swipes, he finds you. A pretty young thing with a charming little grin in your picture and bright eyes. He can’t help liking you from the minute he sees your photo. And so, the two of you set up a meeting, where you walk into the restaurant in a cute little sundress, bounding over and greeting him enthusiastically with a stunning smile, and the rest? Is history.

You are, as far as Otto is concerned, the main source of his happiness. You have no qualms about being with an older man, always doting on him and fussing over him, complimenting him, holding his hand, kissing him. And he loves the attention. He felt insecure about the whole arrangement at first, but you very quickly make him comfortable with it. He doesn’t care about the looks his daughter gives him whenever she sees the two of you together. It really isn’t her business. He’s finally happy.

Otto is busy getting ready for work when you get out of the shower, walking over to him, your hair damp and one of his fancy Turkish towels wrapped around you, “Otto? Can I have your credit card, please?”

He hands it to you without question, pressing a kiss to your temple, “As you wish, my dear.”

You smile up at him, your voice a near purr as you murmur, “Thank you, Daddy,” before kissing his cheek.

Otto smiles to himself as you walk over to the dressing table and start brushing out your hair, standing behind you and pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder, “Anything for you. You’ve a lot of shopping to do?”

“Well, I needed to get some stuff for all the anniversary events next week,” you chirp, spraying a bit of your Chanel No. 5 on your neck, then a spritz on your wrist, “And I need to get my nails and lashes done.”

“They look perfect to me,” he murmurs, resting his chin on your shoulder, embracing you from behind.

You giggle, “Daddy, I need to maintain them and look good for you, though.”

He hums in agreement, his hands moving down to squeeze your hips gently, “Make sure to get as many dresses as you need, darling. Shoes and accessories too. You know I love pampering you.”

Otto moves to sit down on the bed, pulling his shoes on before he finally heads off to work, but is surprised when you turn around, climbing onto his lap and straddling his waist, pressing your lips to his, slowly and sensually, “Mmm, thank you, Daddy.”

His hands move to wrap around you and he kisses back, moaning slightly as he feels his cock stiffen ever so slightly in his trousers, “You mean the world to me.”

You smirk to yourself at the feeling of his hardness and rub up against it, moving your bare pussy against his trousers, earning a low groan from the man as you pout at him, “Do you really have to go to work today?”

“You’re being a bad girl today, aren’t you?” he chuckles, “I do have to work today, darling. I’m sorry. But when I get home, I promise you’ll have my full attention.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, continuing to rub up against him in a way that drives him absolutely wild, making him want nothing more than to pin you to the bed and fuck the living daylights out of you as you whisper, “You don’t wanna stay and play with me?”

Otto sighs, “I wish I could stay, but I promise Daddy will play with you when he gets home.”

You move to kiss his neck, nibbling slightly at his skin, “Mmm, okay.”

He shivers slightly at the feeling, pulling you closer, his hand moving underneath your towel to squeeze at your ass as his eyes close, “I can’t focus when you do that, you know.”

“That’s the point,” you grin at him before reluctantly moving off, “Okay, okay, sorry, I’ll let you get ready for work.”

Otto smiles and presses a quick kiss to your forehead, “Thank you for understanding, darling. Will you be alright? I’ll have the driver come back right after dropping me so he can take you wherever you wish.”

You nod, “I’ll be fine, don’t worry, Daddy,” before he can say anything, you give him a quick smirk, “And, yes, I know. If I see your grandsons, avoid them.”

He chuckles, “That’s a good girl. Be safe, text me anytime you need.”

“Have a good day at work,” you smile sweetly, walking him to the door, giving him a quick kiss goodbye.

While Otto sits in his office, he thinks to himself how happy he is to have you in his life. He knows it isn’t a conventional relationship by any means, but he’s quite happy to continue spoiling you with gifts and adoration while you spoil him with your affection. He glances at the photo of the two of you he keeps on his desk and smiles at it softly. And, of course, that’s when his daughter walks in.

He listens to her rant and rave about how much of his hard-earned money you spend. How you’re far too young and immature for him. How he’s disrespecting her mother’s memory by doing this. And, at a certain point? He’s had quite enough and interrupts her.

“Alicent, dear, do you not think I might want some comfort? Someone bright and loving like her? I enjoy spoiling her and she brings me so much happiness. I won’t hear another word on this, do you understand?”

Alicent glowers at him and storms off, grumbling to herself about how no one ever listens to her. Otto resists the urge to roll his eyes at his daughter when his phone goes off, unsurprisingly, with a text from you. He opens at and smiles at what he sees. A photo of you in a lacy baby pink bra and thong, laying in bed, your finger tracing the waistband of your underwear. The accompanying text reads “thinking of you, daddy, xo”.

When the work day is over and Otto finally gets home, he sees you, dressed in a pair of light pink Louboutin heels, a pleated baby pink skirt, and a hot pink tank top, looking as gorgeous as ever, your faux fur Chanel coat he bought you last Christmas placed carefully on the couch as you unpack your shopping. You turn and see him. You smile brightly and rush over to him, taking him by the hand, asking for his opinion on the clothes you’ve bought for the upcoming galas, even trying on some of them for him.

“What’s wrong? You seem tired,” you say gently, leading him to the bedroom, “Long day at work?”

Otto doesn’t know if he should bring up what Alicent said and, eventually, decides against it, “Yes, just a stressful day, love, nothing to worry about.”

“Well, let me help you relax then, Daddy,” you coo, undoing the Herve Leger dress you have on, letting it fall to the floor to reveal the lace set you were wearing in the picture earlier today, “What can I do for you to make you feel better?”

“Hm,” he admires you, eyes raking over your form, before he speaks, “Lie back on the bed for me, keep those on,” he says, pointing to your Louboutins.

“Yes, Daddy,” you giggle, doing as he says.

You move your perfectly manicured hands over the damp spot quickly forming in your underwear at the thought of what Otto is about to do to you, stroking yourself over the fabric as he strips down himself. You eye his cock, already hard, pre cum dripping from the tip, but it seems he has no intention of fucking you quite yet. He moves to lay between your legs, kissing along your inner thigh, biting down gently before pressing an open mouthed kiss to your skin to soothe the pain. You feel the hair of his well trimmed beard scratching at your thighs in that way that drives you absolutely mad as he tosses your legs over his shoulders, the stiletto of your heel digging ever so slightly into his back.

Then, Otto’s mouth is on your cunt, making you cry out as you thread your hands in his hair, his tongue moving languidly along your core, teasing you, before delving deep inside you. The lewd moans he lets out are enough to have you arching your back off the bed, your face twisted in pleasure as he holds your thighs apart with his hands, lapping at your folds. And the feeling of his beard scratching against you just adds to the sensation, tickling your flesh, making you let out pathetic little mewls of “Daddy, please” as he keeps at his task. And when you reach your peak, spilling yourself on his lips, it seems as though he’s not done. He moves to focus his attention solely on your clit, making you cry out with pleasure as he suckles at the sensitive bud, over and over and over, his fingers moving in and out of your cunt, driving you to the edge once more.

When he pulls away, he flips you onto your stomach, admiring the curve of your ass before letting his hand fly down, admiring the way your flesh jiggles at the impact and the little whine you let out. He allows his hand to fly once more, and then again before pulling you up by the hips, your back flush against his chest as he pushes his long, thick cock inside you. You moan at the stretch, and the feel of his lips finding your neck, biting down as he begins to fuck you. You feel him thrusting into you, over and over, falling forward onto the bed, bracing yourself on your forearms as he fucks you, his balls slapping against your ass, nothing but the sound of his low grunts and your skin against his as he pounds you into the mattress.

“Oh my God, Daddy, I’m close,” you sob, burying your face in the pillow.

“Go on then,” he hisses, feeling you squeezing around him, making it almost impossible for him to move with how you’re clenched around him like a vice, “Come for me, little one.”

With one more thrust, he sends you over the edge again, before flipping you over and renewing his efforts. He grabs your wrists as he snaps his hips against yours, your head thrown back against the pillow as you writhe and thrash against the sheets, overstimulated but still wanting more of his cock, the feeling of it driving you wild with desire as he bullies against your sweet spot. His thrusts slow as his climax approaches and he pulls one of your hands down to rest against your clit.

“Come with me,” he demands, “Play with yourself.”

You do as he says, circling your clit with your finger, feeling your peak approaching yet again, squeezing around him as he spills himself inside of you, your own end following soon after.

You’re not surprised when Otto, immediately after pulling out, grabs you a wet towel, wiping you down. The man has always been wonderful with aftercare. 

You grin up at him before asking, “So… Round two in a bit?”

“Yes, my greedy girl,” he promises as you pull him into a searing kiss.

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Alicent x Daemon x Rhaenyra: Greed (avaritia)

“There is no fire like passion, there is no shark like hatred, there is no snare like folly, there is no torrent like greed.”  ~ Siddharta Gautama

moodboard aesthetic for seven deadly sins week day 3: greed for @hotdthemedweek

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Day 1: Lust - Seven Deadly Sins 

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The Flowers in her Garden

Baela is the object of *someone’s* desires

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| heldaemond aesthetic | greed | #hotdthemedweek | [E. 0.6K]   

-aemond, a prisoner of war, shackled in chains, is forced to watch his uncle fuck his sister—the sweet sister he’s always coveted.-

“aemond’s eye, wide and worried, pleads with his uncle’s, boring into his gaze glittering with greed. and he knows his uncle has truly won, the second son defeating the second son.”

- heldaemond sequel snippet to my heldaemon fic ‘peaked with crimson’ 

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"Pleasure To Serve" - Helaena Targaryen x Courtesan!Reader, Side Aegon Targaryen x Courtesan!Reader

a/n: request from @wonder-harley 🤭 also my submission for gluttony for @hotdthemedweek ❤️

Summary: You find yourself more interested in the queen than in the king who has hired your services for the night.

TW: she/her pronouns, afab reader, canon typical incest, profanity, innuendo, infidelity, oral f receiving, scissoring, medieval dildo, cuckolding, male masturbation, tiddy succin

Word Count: 1,855 words

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated ❤️

Helaena has heard quite a bit about you, whispers going around the court of the famous Braavosi courtesan who Aegon has taken up with. She has no interest in his indiscretions so long as he remains a good father to the twins and Maelor, and so, she allows him to sneak off for his late night rendezvous with you, not a complaint falling from her lips.

However, she does take issue with him bringing evidence of his infidelity into the Red Keep. While he visited your barge on Blackwater Bay, she didn’t care, but he’s grown too bold, bringing you back to Maegor’s Holdfast. She gathers her skirts and storms over to Aegon’s private chambers, a frown set on her pretty face. Helaena despises conflict, but after speaking with her mother, she knows that she must stand up for herself or continue being walked all over by Aegon.

As she approaches his chambers, she hears what she can only assume to be your voice, laughing softly from beyond the door. She’s not sure why but her heartbeat races ever so slightly at the sound and she has to take a breath to calm herself. She holds her head high and walks into the room. She sees you laying there, at the foot of Aegon’s bed, on your side, propped up on your elbow, wearing a silk dress and a necklace that she’s quite sure Aegon had procured for you. At the sound of the door opening, you turn your attention from Aegon and focus your alluring gaze on her.

Helaena feels like a deer caught in the sights of a hunter as a coy little smile spreads across your face. You stand up from the bed and saunter over to her, dipping in a deep curtsy, before you turn and call to Aegon over your shoulder.

“I did not know your wife was so beautiful, my king,” she hears you drawl in your Braavosi accent, so foreign to her ears and so beautiful, “What a lucky man you are.”

Helaena feels her cheeks flush as you move your hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, fingertips brushing against her face as you do so. She’s always known in her heart of hearts that, if given the choice, she’d rather be with a woman than a man, but that isn’t something she can easily say to her mother or anyone else for that matter. It’s a secret she’s carried ever since she was young and will likely carry for many more years.

“Have you ever been with a woman, my queen?” you ask her, gazing at her through your long lashes, fluttering them slightly in a way that makes her breath catch in her throat.

The young queen coughs slightly before shaking her head, “N-no. I have not.”

“Would you like to?” you coo, pressing your body against hers, your breasts all but visible through the thin silk fabric that covers you, “I’ve always found that there’s no greater joy than becoming one with another woman.”

Aegon chooses that moment to speak up, pouting from his spot on the bed, “My lady, don’t tell me you wish to bed my wife rather than me?”

“That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” you say without looking away from Helaena, your eyes traveling the expanse of her body, taking in every curve, her beautiful blonde locks, the lilac of her eyes as you grin, “My queen, I see the way you’re looking at me right now and it’s quite similar to the way I’m looking at you. Why not move past what society deems proper and,” your hand traces her side, stopping at her waist, before tugging her closer to you ever so slightly, “Give in to your desires? You’re a queen, after all. It is my duty and pleasure to serve you.”

Helaena gasps as your lips find hers. You taste so sweet and your lips are so soft as your tongue traces her lower lip, seeking entrance into her mouth. She readily grants it and your tongue moves against hers, slowly, languidly, as you explore her mouth, moaning against her as your hands move to hold her hips, sliding down to squeeze the supple flesh of her ass. You can hear Aegon undoing his breeches behind you, no doubt his hand already moving up and down on his cock as he watches two beautiful women locked in such a sensual kiss. Your hand moves to take the clip out of her hair, allowing her gorgeous mane to fall free around her shoulders. You place the clip on Aegon’s desk before moving back to hold her face in your hands and kissing her again.

Helaena hardly knows what to do. She was always taught that laying together was predominately for the purpose of producing an heir. But with you, there’s no chance of that. With you, she’s only doing it for her own pleasure, she realizes as you undo the laces of her bodice, letting her ornate gown fall to the floor. You pull back and smirk at her with delight as you gaze upon her wearing just a slip, taking her by the hand and leading her to Aegon’s plush bed. She watches as you command him to go sit in the corner, that he’s allowed to watch the two of you, that he’s allowed to touch himself, but he is not allowed to reach his peak. You ignore his whines of protests as you urge Helaena to lay back on the bed, settling between her legs.

“Such a greedy man,” you say, referring to Aegon, “Coming to a whore when he has such a beautiful queen as his own. If I were your husband, my lady, you’d never leave the bedchamber.”

Helaena sighs with delight at your words, ignoring Aegon’s whining as he watches you press a kiss to his wife’s ankle, working your way up along her leg, pushing the fabric of her shift up. You slide her underwear down her legs, gazing at her glistening cunt, a coy smile playing at your lips.

“Did my kiss get you this wet, my queen?” you coo, licking a stripe along her entrance, grinning to yourself as she moans, squirming away from the sensation ever so slightly, “Such a pretty cunny you have, my queen. I can’t wait to have a taste.”

She gasps as you push your tongue inside her, never having felt anything like this before, throwing her head back against her pillow, her fingers twisting into the soft fabric of Aegon’s bed sheets as you move your warm tongue in and out of her, dragging it along her velvet walls. Your lips are soft and plush against her in a way that drives her absolutely mad as she writhes against the sheets under your ministrations. For your part, you quite enjoy the way she tastes, sweet but with the slightest tang, as you gaze up at her, her breasts heaving as she gasps for air, so close to coming undone on your tongue. She gazes down at you, your eyes hooded as you look back at her before suckling at her pearl, sending her careening over the edge, feeling pleasure like she’s never known. Her thighs quiver from how hard her climax has hit her as she watches you remove your dress, tossing it aside, baring yourself fully to her. Helaena’s eyes trace the curves of your body, your smooth, supple skin, drinking in every inch of you. You’re so beautiful, so confident. And you want her. 

You help her out of her slip, glancing back at Aegon, who has simply been watching the entire experience, fisting his cock with his hand. And at that very moment, you watch as he spills himself onto his hand. You shake your head, walking over to him as Helaena stares at the two of you.

“Pathetic, my king, truly pathetic. I was going to invite you to join us, but since you reached your peak only watching,” you grip his face in one of your hands, squeezing his cheeks, “Watching is all you shall do.”

Aegon’s jaw drops as you walk back over to Helaena, pulling her into your lap and kissing her again. Helaena moans against your lips as you kiss a trail down her neck, pressing a hot open-mouthed kiss to her throat before descending on one of her nipples, licking and suckling at the tender bud. Helaena’s hands tangle in your hair as you do. She smirks over at Aegon, who is already half-hard again at the sight, hands on his knees as he watches you pleasure his wife rather than him.

You move to interlock yours and Helaena’s legs, allowing your cores to be pressed up against each other. Helaena never imagined doing anything like this, but as you slowly begin to move your hips, rubbing your cunt against hers, she realizes that this gives her more pleasure than her husband’s cock ever has. She moans softly, a sweet, lilting sound, as she begins moving her own hips to meet yours. You pull her into a searing kiss as the two of you continue rubbing against each other, your hand moving to stroke your pearl and then hers before moving to squeeze one of her tits. Helaena lets out a lewd moan into your mouth, her tongue dancing against yours.

You pull back and glance over at Aegon to see that he’s already tugging at his cock furiously, watching the two of you, eyes somewhat glossed over, being so upset at being excluded from this little tryst. The sorry bastard is near tears. You turn back to Helaena, the two of you sharing a secretive little smile as you chase your respective peaks, moving against each other, only the sounds of your moans and Aegon’s filling the room. Helaena buries her face in your neck, kissing it, nipping slightly. You smile to yourself at the sensation, your peak quickly approaching. You feel Helaena’s hips stutter against yours slightly before she falls back onto the bed with a loud gasp, utterly sated. She frowns, realizing you haven’t reached yours yet, but you shush her, resting a finger on her lips.

“I’ll have your brother finish me off, my queen, worry not. Rest your head,” you purr, kissing her softly before beckoning Aegon over with a finger. The man practically runs over to you, ready to fuck you, but you shake your head, “No. I’ll have you use one of your toys.”

Helaena watches with awe as Aegon obeys you, walking over to grab one of the toys he’s used on you and had you use on yourself, moving it inside your cunny deftly, watching as your breasts bounce each time you grind down against it. You reach your peak soon enough and he sets the toy aside, watching as you and Helaena embrace each other. You give him a pitying look.

“Come, my king, lay with us.”

Aegon eagerly lays down beside you, Helaena on your other side, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as the three of you fall asleep.