Daemon x Reader - I Know if I’m Haunting You, You Must be Haunting Me
Pairing: ghost!reader x husband!daemon
Tags: 69/oral sex (blowjob and cunnilingus), handjob, fingering, cum swallowing
Word Count: 1.2k
A/N: A short lil chapter in honour of the new HOTD season, this chapter is set between Season 2, Episodes 4-5 for context!
~ Daemon ~
Daemon woke with a start. Dreams had been plaguing him as of late, spurred on by the dreadfully dreary atmosphere of Harrenhall. And just when he thought he’d been freed from his nightmares, his gaze fell upon someone he’d thought he’d lost forever. His first wife…
“Y/n?” Daemon’s voice was rough, likely from screaming in his sleep—crying for help, for comfort, and maybe, he realized now, for her.
~ Y/n ~
Her eyes flitted open, resting immediately upon a face that she’d know anywhere and in any lifetime, the face of her husband.
“Daemon,” she smiled sleepily, reaching for him out of habit.
Her sleepy haze cleared in an instant as Daemon flinched before her hand could reach his chest.
“What?” She asked, confusion painting her features, “What’s wrong, my love?”
“You’re—“ he began, clearing his throat, “You’re not real, you can’t be.”
It was then that she remembered her death, everything from the brutality of her murder to the dragon fire that had rained down on her killer in response to her death. Her last memory was of Daemon avenging her, his armour dripping in blood and his face burnt with anguish. She remembered it like it was yesterday, as if she simply awaking now from a long and deep sleep. Y/n smiled softly to herself, she supposed that death might just be exactly that after all.
“I’m not, or at least I don’t think I am,” she admitted before something else began to flicker to life within her, “It’s the magic of this castle, years ago I heard stories, myths of ghosts haunting the men of this tower…And now you’re one of them.”
She sighed, wanting to comfort him. Her death might feel fresh to her but the lines carved into Daemon’s face told her that much time had passed since then.
He looked at her, sadness filling his piercing eyes.
“Let me hold you Daemon, this might be our last chance to say goodbye…” her hand slid slowly across his shoulder and down to his chest, resting just above where his heart is. He shivered at her touch, his face showing his clear shock at her ability to truly touch him, to pierce him physically through the veil. “If you can feel me like I can feel you, I don’t care whether this is real or not. Is it not a gift that I can somehow touch you…and taste you…”
Daemon groaned as her hands wander further south, gliding down his exposed torso.
“Please Y/n…” he pleaded, his shaky hands finding the curve of her waist.
“Please what, my love,” she whispered into the darkness surrounding them, “Tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you.”
Her admission must have unlocked whatever part of him that was still hesitant to feel her. With a growl, Daemon gripped Y/n by the hips and slotted her directly on top of him so that her wetness began to soak the fabric of his pants. In an instant, they were grinding their bodies together, soft linen sheets tangling around them like coiled wire.
Y/n’s body felt alive, truly alive as tension built up in her bit by bit, second by second, and touch by touch.
“Do you want my tongue love?” Daemon breathed in her ear, his desperation apparent. Their bodies were connected but it was clear that they both needed more.
“Yes—” Y/n breathed in response.
“Look at me and say it like you mean it” he commanded coolly, the familiarity of his dominance making her smile.
“Yes, My Prince…” she obeyed, always happy to please him. And with that same satisfied smile still on her face, Y/n cocked her head and asked for more, “but I’d like to taste you as well.”
Daemon smirked proudly as he nodded and shifted his body lower on the bed. Y/n moved herself into position, lowering herself until her cunt was mere inches from Daemon’s wicked mouth. She loosened the ties that constrained him in his pants, pulling out his hard cock, the sight causing her mouth to water.
She practically jumped out of her skin as Daemon’s lips pressed against her inner thigh, planting a quick kiss on her cold skin.
“Ready love?” He asked, confirming her desires.
“Yes,” the word turned to a breathy moan as his mouth connected with her warm cunt.
Daemon groaned onto her flesh, gripping her ass cheeks roughly with both of his strong hands as his tongue caressed and spread her.
Propping herself up with one hand, Y/n used her other one to begin touching Daemon, grasping him by the base and keeping his cock upright. He moaned into her again as her lips met his head. She teased him at first, swirling her tongue around and around his tip until his grip on her ass became borderline painful.
“Love,” Daemon practically begged, before his voice hardened, “Stop teasing me.”
His dominant tone made her cunt twitch and she knew from his low chuckle that he’d felt it.
“You first,” she prodded before beginning to take more of him into her mouth and down her throat.
She gagged, eyes watering as she took as much of him as she could. Just as she began bobbing up and down the length of his cock, Daemon responded in kind, his mouth finding her clit and two of his calloused fingers poking at her wet entrance before sliding into her.
“Mmm” she moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him jerk his hips, thrusting his cock further down her throat.
“Fuck Y/n,” he broke off of her clit to curse before returning to her pleasure.
It was like a switch flipped inside her and she could feel herself coming closer and closer to that familiar state of ecstasy. She’d almost forgotten what it felt like and now that the feeling approached she wanted it more than anything. Between Daemon’s suction on her clit and his strong, curling fingers helping the feeling along, she was nearly at the edge. Her eyes rolled back into her head as Daemon’s cock hit the farthest point in her throat, causing her to gag as her orgasm burst like a surprise within her.
As her body shook with waves and waves of pleasure, Daemon took over, thrusting up into her mouth until he caught the release he was also chasing. His cum spurted into the back of her throat, a taste that she swallowed eagerly.
“Y/n…Y/n…” he gritted out her name as he came hard.
Soon, the intensity began to subside, Daemon’s tongue sliding down her sensitive cunt and lapping at her wetness.
“Daemon,” she laughed at his depravity, tired but beyond satisfied by their tryst.
“I said I wanted to taste you didn’t I?”
Y/n chuckled, happy to hear the smile in his voice before everything went dark. She was asleep again.
