Fellow Travelers X Back To Black By Amy Winehouse.

fellow travelers x back to black by amy winehouse.

Would You Kiss Your Mother With That Mouth?

Pairing: Modern!Daemon Targaryen x Fem!Reader Word Count: 5065 Warnings: Smut, Physical Violence (Aginst each other.), Femdom, Mommy kink, Choking, slappings, Degradation, Spanking. Notes: Hi all! This one is honestly a bit of a ride, please see the warnings. If perchance it seems familiar. Don't come at me, I sort of retrofitted and piece I wrote for a different fandom back in the day, but I also added about an additional 1k words so I think it works out. Ao3 Link

You knew before you even started dating Daemon that a relationship with him meant you would have to put up with some things. Like dealing with your name now showing up in the news and tabloids here and there, and having to go to galas and whatnots where your main job was to stand around, look pretty, and help Daemon look good.

You knew what you were getting into and were prepared to deal with that, it's just part of the package of being with someone with the Targaryen family name. Luckily spending time with Daemon out of the spotlight more than made up for dealing with all the pomp and circumstance that you had to deal with.

Well… at least usually.

That night you were his date to some benefit, where you ended up spending most of your time without Daemon, pulled away to talk to some investor or another. Leaving you to try and make small talk with some people you somewhat recognized from other events. Attempting to pass the time until Daemon inevitably made his way back to you. In all honestly, you were relieved you didn't have to spend all night on his arm, pretending to care about what all these people had to say trying to garner the good graces of the Targaryens.

All in all the night was fairly peaceful, just enjoying some idle conversation while you sip on your drink savoring it as it burned down your throat. That was until Daemon appeared out of nowhere, pulling you away from your conversation. Telling you that the two of you were leaving right then.

Leaving early wasn't all that strange, it wasn't exactly odd for Daemon's temper to get the better of him, ending in some tiff with his family or another.

Sinking into the soft leather of the seat, you watch Daemon tightly grip the wheel, eyes straight ahead on the road. Normally by now, Daemon would be venting about what situation he had inevitably gotten himself into, leading to him absconding with you from the event.

“So, are we going to talk about?” You probed gently, watching his jaw tighten as you spoke.

You only feel confusion at his terse reply of “Not now.”

Knowing better than to push it when he was already in a mood you dropped it, spending the rest of the ride on your phone. Knowing Daemon he was either trying to figure out how to get back on his brother's good side or was planning how to exact revenge on someone for slighting him tonight.

When you two were finally home you were prepared to go to bed alone, while he worked himself up until he found his solution.

When he slammed the front door it made you jump, but what really surprised you was what came next.

“What the fuck was that?” Looking over you saw Daemon staring at you somehow looking even more pissed than on the drive home.

“What are you talking about?” You genuinely had no idea what he was talking about, which seemed to just make him madder.

“Don't play dumb with me, you know what you did with that little stunt.” He moved closer to you practically staring you down.

“Seriously Daemon what are you talking about, I spent the whole night in practically the same spot. I didn't do anything.” You reaffirmed, staring right back into his purple eyes.

“I'm not fucking blind. I saw you talking to that Lanister fucker.”

“Yeah? I had time to kill, we were literally talking about the weather.” You crossed your arms, rolling your eyes at whatever this was. “Apparently, there's a cold front coming in if you just know.”

“Don't fucking lie to me.” Daemon moved in closer practically nose to nose with you at this point, purple eyes narrowed at yours.

And then it dawned on you.

“Wait, are you fucking jealous? Is that what this is about?” You couldn't hold back a laugh at how ridiculous the situation was, he didn't seem to share the sentiment. You watched him clench his jaw, clearly unamused.

“Whatever, I don't have the energy for this. I'm going to bed.” You said at his lack of an answer.

Turning to leave you barely took a step before you felt his hand on your wrist jerking you back to him.

“We're not done here.” Daemon said with an edge to his voice, grip tightening when you tried to pull away.

“Daemon, I'm going to only say this once. Let go of me right now.” You told him between gritted teeth, looking directly into his eyes.

“No. Not until I'm done.” You could feel his grip tighten, you wouldn't be surprised to see bruises in the morning at this rate.

“I warned you.” You twisted your wrist pulling his hand off with your other, you managed to maneuver behind him. His wrist was now bent in an almost unnatural position.

“Fuck you.” Daemon spat, looking as best he could over his shoulder at you.

“Oh, I thought I was fucking that Lanister from the party?” You mocked, twisting his wrist just a little more. Not even bothering to cover up your smirk at the hiss he let out and how his knees slightly buckled.

To his credit Daemon managed to throw himself back against you, making you loosen your grip. He slipped from your hold turning to face you. Next thing you know felt the back of his hand colliding with your face, forcing your head to the side.

Before the pain could even completely register, Daemon roughly grabbed you by your, now surely bruising, jaw forcing you to look at him.

“Shut your fucking mouth.” He growled through gritted teeth, leaning in close.

“You hit like a bitch“

“Someone needs to teach you how to close your fucking mouth.” He was absolutely seething now, breath fanning against your face.

“Well, you never complained about my mouth before.” You taunted, you were this far in, no point in turning back now, you realized as you could taste copper pooling in your mouth.

“You fucking slut.” He was even closer now, jaw clenched, baring his teeth like he was some kind of fucking animal.

Daemon always told you that the Targaryens had the blood of the dragon coursing through their veins. You always rolled your eyes waiting for the eventual comment about riding a dragon. Now with his eyes blazing into yours, hand right on your jaw, you found yourself more apt to believe him.

If he wanted to play like that, you were never one to back down from a challenge. Responding to his insult by spitting the blood pooled in your mouth onto his face, some even making it into his mouth.

He growled, you watched his pink tongue slowly wipe away your blood and spit off his lips, lilac eyes blown wide but still staring into yours.

Surging forward you closed the space between the two of you. If Daemon was surprised he didn't show it as he returned the kiss just as hard, he moved his hand from gripping your jaw, tangling instead in the roots of your hair.

While he was distracted you took the opportunity to fight for the upper hand, wrapping your hand around his throat. You didn't miss the shiver that ran down his spine, and how he didn't try to fight you on it.

Pulling back you caught his bottom lip with your teeth, biting hard enough to taste his blood on your tongue, you couldn't help but smirk at the moan he let slip out.

“You're so much more enjoyable when my hand is wrapped around your throat.” You teased, watching the ways his eyes went from unfocused and half-closed to glaring at you once again.

The second he opened his mouth to retort you pushed your thumbs into his windpipe, watching another moan he didn't have time to stop slipping out, and the way his eyes fluttered closed.

Glancing down you noticed the prominent outline of his cock through his tailored dress pants. You couldn't help but laugh a little, bringing Daemon's attention back to you.

“Are you really fucking hard right now?” You watched the way his face flushed, something you didn't see too often, especially when he was still this sober. Every the confident ‘rouge prince.’

“God, you are aren't you?” You let out another laugh giving his neck a particularly hard squeeze digging your nails into his neck when he tried to move from your grip. His hands coming to grasp your wrists.

“Yeah isn't fucking hilarious.” Daemon said voice dripping in sarcasm, even with your hands still around his neck.

“I was going to go with pathetic actually.” Your smirk only grew wider watching the shiver that ran down his spine at your words, even if he was still glaring at you.

“So is this what you need? For someone to grab you by the neck and put you in your place?” You whispered into his ear. The way his breath caught in his throat went straight to your core.

“Like you could.” He managed to choke out, still trying to get back the upper hand.

“I think I already am hun.” You used your grip to force him back till he hit the wall.

“Let go of me.” He choked out, his hands still wrapped around your wrist, you both knew he could pull you off of him with ease. But his hand stayed still, just grasping onto you.

“I don't think after your behavior tonight you have any rights to try and call the shots tonight, understand?” You gave his throat another squeeze.

“I said, do you understand?” You growled leaning in close to him.

“Y-yes. Yes, I understand.” He choked out, voice rough.

“Good.” You smiled sweetly at him, even if it was undercut by your thumbs caressing his windpipe.

“Now what's going to happen is you're going to take your clothes off and head to the couch for me.” You explained watching the way he sucked in his plump bottom lip, a part of you wanted to bite it again and lick the blood off yourself.

“Oh and I'll be taking this,” You told him using one hand to tug on his tie, before trailing it down his chest listening to the way his breath hitched the further you got before hooking a finger under his belt tugging it towards you. “And this.”

You slowly removed your other hand from his neck, taking a second to admire the marks you left, taking a few steps back, half of you expected him to lunge at you and try to take control again. The other half was very pleased when you saw he was going to obey, for now at least.

First, he shrugged his suit jacket off haphazardly throwing it towards a chair, before walking towards you. You watched him unbuckle his belt, it was almost strange to see him do that without that smug cocky look on his face he would normally have.

He easily pulled it off, quietly handing it to you, next tugging at his tie, handing that to you as well. Making eye contact with you as he unbuttoned his shirt before throwing it in the general direction of the jacket.

He kicked his shoes off. When he reached the couch you watched him slip off his tailored black slacks, your eyes drinking in the sight, torn between watching the way the muscles in his back moved and savoring the skin the pants revealed. Your eyes quickly zoned in when he pulled off his underwear giving you an unobstructed view of his pert firm ass.

You walked over to stand behind him. “Now bend over the arm.” You instructed.

“You have to be fucking kidding me?” He asked looking over his shoulder at you.

“Now.” You told him, placing your hands on his shoulder you managed to knock him slightly off balance making him catch himself on the arm.

“Fine.” He gave in, moving so he was properly bent over the arm.

Running your hand along his lower back you felt him tense before relaxing into your touch.

“You think you can just do and say whatever you want don't you?” You asked, even though you knew you wouldn't get a response. “Well baby boy, for once in your life someone's going to put you in your goddamn place.”

You could just barely make out a muffled “Fuck.” From Daemon. “Hands behind your back.” You ordered, setting the belt down to lay next to him you took the tie, using it to secure his wrists together. Maybe a little tighter than you should have but pushing the limits seemed to be the theme for tonight.

“What are you going to do to me?” Daemon asked, doing his best to look back at you, you noticed his eyes lingering on his belt.

“Daemon I know you're a fucking spoiled brat, but are we really pretending you don't know what's happening?” You mocked, you moved your hand from his lower back to his ass, feeling him tense once again. “I'm sure you had more than your fair share of whores in the same position before you met me, it's only fair you get to experience it from the other side.”

You watched it seem to click in his mind, swallowing hard he turned his head back, forced to rest his face on a cushion without his arms to help keep him up.

You gave him a quick swat to his ass, it wasn't nearly your full strength but he still jerked forward and let out a gasp.

“Don't fucking move.” You ordered, using your other hand on his lower back trying to help hold him in place.

You gave him another quick swat to the other side, switching back and forth between sides. Not hitting enough to really hurt, but enough that you soon had his porcelain skin turning an appealing shade of pink.

You took a second, running your hand across the hot skin. Daemon shivering under your touch.

“Is that it?” Daemon almost sounded disappointed.

“Aww baby” You cooed as you dug your nails into his ass, making angry red lines stand out against the pink, Daemon hissed at the feeling. “I’m just getting started.”

You grabbed his leather belt, bending it in half. You dragged the cool leather over the hot skin of his ass, barely catching the small whine he let out.

You pulled back waiting, watching him start to slightly squirm, you could feel his nerves rising. After letting him worry for a moment you pulled back hitting his ass with more power than when you were using your hand.

You couldn't tell which noise you liked more, the crack of the leather against his ass, or the moan he let out.

“You like it when I spank your ass?” You questioned, dragging the leather against him again.

“Use your words.” You demanded when he didn't answer, giving him another quick hit with the belt.

“Fuck you.” He spat. You cracked the belt even harder against him in response.

“Sorry? I don't think I heard you right.”

“I like it.” He admitted after a moment, the bravado of early slipping away.

“Then beg me for it.” He tried to look over his shoulder to see if you were serious. “Now.”

He took a moment, he was thinking so loud you could hear him arguing with himself before he finally gave in. “Please spank me.” He practically whispered it but it was good enough for you.

“Was that so hard?” You cooed, giving him another hit with his belt, his whine muffled by the couch cushion.

This time you didn't give him a break following it up with another hard hit, you wondered if the marks would bruise.

“That the best you can do?” Daemon taunted, ego seeming to already have recovered.

You responded with a few fast and hard cracks against his ass.

“Did you say something?” You asked.

“Yeah, do it again I think you might have missed.”

“If you don't think those were hard enough maybe I should use the buckle. Might even make you bleed.” You noticed the slight way his hips bucked against the leather arm of the couch.

You started using the belt on him again, occasionally giving him a few strikes against his thighs, until you were sure they would be as bruised as his ass.

After a few particularly hard hits you paused when you realized Daemon had gotten quiet, not even letting out a curse or even a moan with each hit. For a moment you thought you had actually gone too far until you saw the precum smeared over the arm of the couch and the subtle way his hips were still rocking into

“God, you are really fucking pathetic aren't you?” You tangled your hand in his hair, pulling his head up so you could look at him. His hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat, tears starting to run down his flushed face, lip bleeding again from how hard he was biting it, you wanted to tear him apart.

“You know I think you're enjoying this too much for it to really be a punishment, maybe I should leave you here.” You savored the way he sucked in a breath, eyes darkening even more.

“You're a fucking pervert.” You smirked. “I'll have to remember that for next time.” You used your grip on his hair to pull him back up till he was standing, your eyes drifted from his face to his hard cock practically dripping with precum.

“You know I don't seem to remember giving you permission to rut against the couch like a dog in heat.” You mused, hand still tangled tightly in his hair.

“Since when are you in charge of what I do with my cock?”

“Let's go with since I bent you over the couch and made you beg for me to spank you,” You teased, pulling his head to the side by his hair, exposing more of his neck to you. “or maybe it was when I had you backed against the wall with my hands wrapped around your throat.”

“Go to hell.” He growled out, normally smooth voice even more fucked than the last time you heard it.

You just hummed in response, moving to nip at his neck, you weren't sure how dark the mark from your hands would be so you compensated by biting some more into his neck.

Daemon let out a moan, “No marks.” That was a general rule between the two of you. Preferring not to have to see some pictures of either of you on a gossip rag just because of a hickey, but that wasn’t too high on your priority list at the moment.

“It's too late for that sweetheart.” You told him, removing your mouth, and running a finger along the light red marks you left with your hands.

“Now, get on the floor.” You demand as you let go of his hair and take a step back.

“No.”

“I wasn't asking. Lay down on the floor before I make you.” Your threatened, he stared at you trying to judge if you were bluffing, but from how his ass ached he already knew the answer.

“You're such a bitch.” He huffed but complied laying down on the carpet next to the couch, his arms tied underneath him.

“Aww look you can listen.” Part of you wanted to grab your phone and take a photo of just how utterly fucked he looked right then. You would save that for another night.

You slipped off your shoes, kicking them away. You could feel Daemon's eyes watching you intently, you quickly slipped your panties off leaving them on the floor.

Still, in your dress, you moved, joining Daemon on the floor straddling his defined hips. You could feel his hard cock rub against your ass through the dress material, while Daemon groaned.

“Now are you going to play nice for me?” You asked, running your hand along his abs and chest feeling the muscles tense under your hands. “Or am I going to have to punish you more?”

“You call that a punishment? I barely even felt it.” You laughed at that. “Barely even felt it huh? So what were the tears from boredom? I bet with a few more hits I could have you bawling like a baby.”

He opened his mouth, ready to come back with some bratty retort, while you rolled one of his nipples between your fingers, catching him off guard he let out a whine.

“You know you're so much prettier when you're under me whining like a whore.” You kept playing with his nipples watching him try to hold back any sounds.

“But I think you could look even cuter.” Leaning down you took a nipple into your mouth sucking and running your tongue on it, little whimpers managing to make their way out of his mouth. You gave the other nipple the same treatment, before moving higher sucking little bruises into his smooth skin, you wanted to make sure he remembered this for a long time.

When you reached the junction where his neck and shoulder met, you gave a light kiss before sinking your teeth in, Daemon yelped jerking under you. You gave him a few more bites along his shoulders, spurred on by the way he was squirming under you.

When you sat up, you got to take in your handy work. The little marks you left on his chest and neck sent a shiver down your spine but the bite marks, some even lightly bleeding, went straight to your core.

“You know Daemon, this has been very selfish of you.”

“What?” He looked genuinely confused.

“You've been so bad and I've had to spend all night dealing with it, I think it's time you make it up to me.” You explained, your hands pulling the hem of your dress further up your body.

“Untie my hands I'll fucking make it up to you.” Daemon growled, eyes blown wide in lust.

You gave a condescending laugh. “Aww baby, you don't need your hands for that.”

You moved further up his body until your core was right above his mouth. “If you can make me cum maybe I'll let you cum tonight.” You explained.

You slowly lowered yourself onto his face, you couldn't hold back the moan when his tongue immediately lapped at your clit. Part of you was glad that he was too busy to comment on how all worked up you were.

For as much as he had acted like a brat and an ass tonight, he didn't complain at all about this, eagerly eating you out like you were his last meal.

“That's it Daemon fucking use that mouth like I want you to for once.” You were slowly rocking yourself against his face, while he pushed his tongue into you as you soaked his face.

The little breathy noise he was letting out and the sloppy noise of his mouth on you was fucking heaven.

You rocked down harder on him pulling his hair with one hand, he let out a groan as his tongue worked even faster.

“Come on baby, you can do better than that.” It came out breathier than you wanted, but he got the message, moving back to expertly suck on your clit.

Feeling yourself getting closer and closer, you started grinding down, even more, riding his face in earnest now, which only made him moan.

“That's it, fucking knew that mouth was good for something.” You moaned out, “Fuck Daemon.” You groaned when you finally went over the edge.

You felt Daemon lapping at you still while you rode out your high, wanting as much of a taste as you would let him have.

After you caught your breath you moved off of his face, returning to straddling his hips. You looked at his face, lavender hooded eyes staring at you, face shining in the low light.

“So I take it from how you were screaming my name that was good enough?” His smirk was back on his face.

“Don't get cocky or I'll go to bed right now and leave you here.” You warned, staring him down.

“Lucky for you tonight I'm feeling somewhat generous, but I'm not done having my fun.” You moved to run a finger along his, sadly no longer bleeding, lip.

“All you have to do is be a good boy and not cum till I tell you to.” You explained pushing your finger into his mouth. “It sounds easy but I know how much trouble you have being good.”

“But you're going to try not to be a brat for me right?” You pushed another finger into his mouth, stroking his tongue.

“Right?” You repeated, wanting an answer. “Yes.” He mumbled around your fingers, eyes closed.

“Yes, what?” You pulled your fingers from his mouth, wiping his spit onto his lips.

“Yes, muña.” He answered, eyes popping open when he seemed to realize what he said.

That was new, but from the way your gut twisted it certainly wasn't unwelcome.

Before he could backtrack you put your fingers back over his mouth stopping him. “So is that what you want, baby? For me to be your muña? Is that why you act like a spoiled brat all the time? Were you just waiting for me to pull you over my knee and put you in your place?”

He was so red right now, the embarrassment was rolling off him, but that didn't stop him from letting out a moan at your words.

“Alright baby, muña's gonna ride you and if you beg me pretty enough I'll let you cum, but if you cum before I say I'll beat your ass so hard even you wouldn't enjoy it.” He let out a whine, and you smirked.

You moved back, raising yourself over his hard neglected cock. The pre cum dripping from the head made you sure it would barely take any time to make him cum.

You slowly lowered yourself savoring the stretch till you were seated on his cock. “You like that Daemon? Like having your cock in your muña’s tight pussy?”

“Yes.” He groaned out. Not satisfied with the answer you reached one hand pinching a nipple, his hips jerking into you slightly.

“I love it, muña.” He tried again.

“Good boy” You cooed, giving yourself enough time to adjust you started slowly fucking yourself on his cock, not enough to get either of you off. Creating just enough friction to make him groan.

You watched his face twist in annoyance and pleasure.

“Harder. Please, muña.” He pleaded, deciding he earned a small break you placed your hands on his chest. Using the leverage to fuck yourself faster on his cock.

“Look at me, baby.” You told him making him watch you ride him, your breast barely staying covered by your dress anymore.

“Untie me please let me touch you.” All he wanted was the chance to grab your hips, play with your breasts, or just fucking anything that would let him feel your skin.

“No. You still don’t deserve it.” You started to fuck yourself faster not even stopping him when he would buck his hips into you.

You moved one hand back to his playing with his nipples making him whine even more.

“I'm so close.” Daemon groaned, doing his best to try to get into a rhythm of fucking up into you.

“Then you better start begging baby,” you cut yourself off with a moan when he managed to fuck right into you, sending shivers down your spine. “Tell your muña how much you want to cum.” Your voice was much less controlled than you wanted, but who could blame you at this point.

“Please muña, I'm so close, you feel so good,” Daemon begged. “Please muña let me cum, let me fill you up.”

You could already feel yourself getting close again, still so sensitive from your first. You didn't know how much longer you could hold on, but you knew for sure he was even closer.

“Fuck it.” You mumbled to yourself, leaning forward you wrapped your hands around his neck once again, taking him by surprise.

“Alright baby if you want to cum, you gonna cum just like this with your muña's hand wrapped around your throat.” He just let another whine, fucking his hips into you even faster.

He was babbling now saying how good you felt, begging for his muña to please let him cum, how close he was, intercut with little whines and moans.

“That's it baby fucking cum for muña.” You pushed your thumbs into his windpipe, you felt his hips stutter before feeling his hot cum rush into you sending you over the edge, your walls milking his cock.

You both stayed like that for a moment, just trying to breathe, before you moved off of him, lying beside him on the carpet.

Neither of you said anything for a while. The only sound was your and Daemon’s pants.

“So…” You started once you had come back to yourself, the aftermath of the situation washing over you.

“So…” Daemon repeated voice still rough, he turned his head to look at you.

“We should probably talk about all of that.”

“Yeah, we probably should... in the morning.” He added.

“In the morning works.” You turned onto your side facing him. “Are you okay?” You asked softly, caressing his face.

“I feel like I should be asking you that.” Lavender eyes searching yours. “I’m fine, my arms are starting to hurt some.” He said, shrugging as best he could.

“Oh shit, I forgot about that.” You said sitting up quickly, gingerly helping him sit up as well.

“So I take it you weren't into that guy?” Daemon joked as you untied him.

“Daemon you could put a gun to my head right now and I couldn't tell you his name, so no it's safe to say I'm not into him.” You managed to undo the knot.

“Okay…” Daemon started, rubbing his sore wrists, while you planted some soft kisses on his shoulder. “Can we take a shower now?”

“Of course baby.”

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mxrtiaxv

9 months ago

just two big, buffy men, with trauma who are scared of metal detectors💕