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OLIVIA COOKE & TOM GLYNN-CARNEY

photographed for the new york times at the new york city premiere afterparty.

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Otto Hightower & Alicent Hightower HOUSE OF THE DRAGON 1x05 'We Light the Way'

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House of the Dragon Criston + Alicent + Gwayne

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Like mother, like son

based on this post by @terrorofthetrident

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any other gwaynicent lovers out there? i keep imagining a young alicent, being chased through the woods like a deer, by gwayne. him catching her and pinning her down, hiking up her dress and playing his favorite game. ❤️

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Otto has to make sure his little girl is ready for her wedding night to the king, but he would never dream of taking Alicent’s maidenhead. He lets her rub back and forth along his thick cock, and he rubs that fat head against her clit and teases her entrance, never pushing in, even though she begs so sweetly. He leaves her so wet and ready that Viserys can take her so easy.

Alicent loves when she gets pregnant because it means her daddy will fuck her so deep in all the places her husband can’t reach. Otto loves taking her from behind and caressing her belly, she does so look like her mother in some lights.

They are too damn hot !

Imagine Viserys thinking she wants him so desperately, when in actual fact her father has kept her on the edge for so long like the mean man he is

In canon, he literally acts like the father to her children, the boundaries are non existent.

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THE MOST INCEST FEEL RELATIONSHIP and they are not even Targaryens ;)

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It’s been almost a year since Viserys and Alicent married and Alicent’s stomach is still damningly flat. There’s little Alicent can do except go to her father and beg for a way to solve her problem. Otto knows there are few ways to have such things done discreetly, but he eventually takes Alicent down to the Street of Silk.

That old man who wants to watch his pretty young wife get railed by Valyrian looking men is an excellently paying customer. They’re paid not to gossip, but most of the men figure the old man is a merchant or similar, as they only visit for a month or two every now and then.

Otto likes to tell himself he takes no pleasure in fisting his fat cock as his sweet daughter’s cunt leaks dragonseed, but after the first few times he just lets one of those pretty redheads take him in her mouth. Afterward he wipes Alicent’s oversensitive cunt and washes the spend from her thighs. She can barely walk on wobbly legs, but he kisses her hair and whispers ‘well done, my darling’.

THE HOTTEST!!

Poor sweet Alicent is lost to the pleasure; it all feels so much different than when she lied with Viserys. And the audience of her own father had the Queen flushed before it no longer bothered her, in fact she enjoyed it.

She blushes prettily at his praise before ducking her head; her body shaking as she clutches onto Otto some more. It is not long before her announcement of being with child is spoken.

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OMG! Aegon's face

NSFW ART Helaena / Alicent / Aegon

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owed and owned

ottocent | dd:dne {explicit. 4k}

wedding night daddaughter deflowering

Alicent does not greet him, does not call him father, nor husband. She does not run to him to throw her arms around him, for him to let her hold her in a tight embrace, and kiss the crown of her head. His daughter does not yearn for him to cup her face in his hands, to wipe away the tears, for him to reassure her that everything will be fine.

Because it will not. Because his daughter belongs to her father just like her own mother did.

“You look even more like her underneath the pale glow of the moon,” Otto says thickly, voice rough with desire, not daring to say his daughter’s mother’s name because he already knows she’s thinking of her. Because she’s her own mother’s replacement. “Alicent, look at me,” he commands, his cock aching, ready to take, ready to sink inside his daughter’s small body, like a sword sliding into a sheathe, into its home.

She keeps her eyes averted, her lip trembling. He should run to her, stroke over hair, soothe her sadness, let her sob in his arms, but she must learn her place, fulfill her duty as his daughter, his pretty obedient little wife.