Alright you sexy hoes that read my writing. I start a demon AU at some point last year and I never really touched on it again. I started it bc of an ask, it’s on my au list which is linked on my masterlist and it’s pinned on my profile. I had a friend who read a BL comic called ‘Dear Door’ so fuck it, i’m using that as a basis for this AU. Totally shifting from the og piece from the AU basically.
I thought I’d be a mean little writer and give you Ghost tho… because why the fuck not.
So here’s some Demon!Ghost x Fem!Reader
A reaper. Of all the things she chose to summon, she chose a reaper.
The problem with summoning demons- what the grimoires don’t tell you, is you don’t sell your soul for a deal. You give up your body and bind yourself to the demon you summon.
She felt the searing onto her skin, forcing her to kneel in front of the summoning circle. Summoning circles were only one-way doors. They brought the demons to this plane of existence, it could not send them back.
A mark burned on her mid thigh just under her sundress. It made tears prick her eyes.
The man- demon before her stared down at her with angry brown eyes behind a skull mask. He was tall, taller than she expected, and bulky. Most importantly he was silent.
She tried to gather herself and breathe as she spoke. “My mother, please do not take her. Do not let them!”
He uncrossed one of his arms. He bent down to one knee and harshly grabbed her thigh. “You have no idea what you’ve done to yourself, have you?” He growled in a British accent harshly. Like a wolf gritting his fangs at her, his voice was deep and gravely, like he left his vocal cords unoften used.
He examined the mark, a fresh door sigil. He hadn’t had a door in centuries. Reapers were the least summoned of all demons.
“Shut up about your mother, door.” he growled.
There was a silence between them.
“What did you call me?” She whispered.
“A Door.” He spat. He shoved her leg away and grunted, standing up straight. “Get up.”
“What- what’s a door?” She said quietly, scrambling to her feet.
“Where is this woman,” he grunted, ignoring her.
She scurried ahead of him and led him to where her mother lay sick in the bed.
“She’s fine,” he grumbled.
“Your mother is fine.”
“The doctors said-”
“The doctors must’ve been dramatic then,” he said, raising his voice slightly. “She’ll live.”
“Then I summoned you for no reason,” she breathed out.
The reaper nodded. He pulled a cigarette seemingly from nowhere and lit it with his finger tip. He blew the smoke in her face which made her cough. “And now you’re stuck on my way home,” he said lowly.
He grabbed the back of her sundress, took her from the room before he threw her onto a couch.
“I’m going to send myself back and you’re not going to complain,” he said quietly, parting her legs. He pulled off a doily from the dinner table not far from his reach and shoved it in her mouth. “Just be quiet and don’t fight it.”
She raised a brow and sat up, pulling the doily from her mouth, “what-”
“Do you want me to spell it out? Do you want some sort of princess treatment for your mistake?” he spat out, surprising her, his hand gripping her chin. “You gave your body up when you summoned me, how I need to use it to get back. You made yourself my gate between here and Hell. Sit on your hands and take it like a good door.”
Her eyes widened, “o-ok.”
He shoved the doily back in her mouth, a single finger twisting in the gusset of her panties before pulling them down her leg. He grumbled about woman anatomy under his breath.
She yelped quietly when one of his cold fingers slipped in. He twisted it around like he was looking for something which made her squirm. His other hand planted on her chest and pressed her into the couch.
“Stop moving,” he barked. “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”
His finger pressed on the roof of her cave and she let out a whine.
“There it is,” he grunted, thumb pressing against her clit while his middle finger joined his pointer. He held her still and the pads of his fingers rubbed circles on the gummy spot of her insides.
She just laid her head back as her legs twitched slightly, she whimpered into the doily when his thumb rubbed opposing circles on her clit. He shoved her legs open wider with his elbow.
“Focus,” he growled, fingers picking up their pace as the mark on her thigh began to glow. The pads of his fingers pressed up a small bit more, adding more pressure to her insides and she let out a choked whine in the doily as the mark glowed bright and she clenched around his hand.
“Next time, only summon me for a real issue,” he spat.
When she looked around he was gone, like he had never been there. The mark on her thigh stung a small bit and she was slippery between her legs, hidden under her sundress. Her panties were on the floor next to her as she panted.
“What the fuck,” she said breathlessly, adjusting so she was more comfortable on the couch. Breathing deeply as she tried to stabilize herself. She decided she was going to nap here for a moment.
It wasn’t until days later when she was thinking over it, trying to get herself off that she realized she could get herself off like that. Her fingers didn’t reach as far and all she could think about was how it just felt like she was fingering someone and not getting fingered. It made her frustrated and agitated.
The next time she summoned him she had been at work in a small storage closet.
“My ex has lost his mind,” she whispered, pleading.
“Fine,” he opened the door and walked out, she followed in toe. His steps were heavy against the laminate floor.
When Ghost saw the man coming at him, yelling and cussing at the woman behind him, Ghost grabbed him by the collar and threw him to the side, getting the woman in her car without a word. He climbed in the passenger seat for the ride back to her house.
When they returned he practically drug her in by her collar.
“Simon,” he corrected flatly.
“Simon was my name when I was human,” he spat as she fidgeted with the lock on her door. The anticipation of having his fingers on her was driving her wild.
When he got her cracked open against his hand again, he began to grow frustrated.
“Why is nothing happening,” he growled as she clenched around his hand. The sigil was glowing, but the door wasn’t opening.
“I’m not,” she gasped out, “I can’t-”
“What do you mean you can’t?” He growled, one hand holding her knees open and the other massaging her sensitive parts as she was sprawled on the bed under him. Her pants and panties discarded on the floor to the side while her shirt and bra stayed on.
She just whimpered in response as he removed his damp hand. The sigil faded back to it’s dark color and he pulled her to the edge of the bed.
“So used to fucking yourself on your fingers, suppose it’s not enough now,” he growled. He put her hands so her fingers wrapped around the headboard before he shoved a doily in her mouth again, “hold it, and stay.”
She groaned frustratedly and flopped her head back on the pillow. The doily was her mother’s and it tasted like dust.
He put one of his knees up on the bed and unbuckled his belt, pulling himself from his pants. “Now you’re going to be real good and be quiet. I have a meeting with Price to get to,” he growled and she nodded with closed eyes.
She whimpered quietly into the doily when he rubbed his tip back and forth, gathering some wetness so it wasn’t too harsh. What she wasn’t expecting to hear was him spitting on it.
If there wasn’t a doily in her mouth, she’d tell him there’s lube in the bedside table.
Her mouth was drooling when she felt the soft stretch off him sliding in. He put her left leg, which was practically hanging off the bed, over his shoulder and she moaned as he did small thrusts, inching in until he was to the hilt.
“Stop clenching,” he spat as he moved into her, “it’ll just make it more uncomfortable.”
Her whine was muffled by the lace in her mouth and her hands white knuckled the headboard. Her eyes wouldn’t focus as she tried to adjust.
He did a test rock and her eyes snapped open before falling back half lidded. His fingers found their way down to her clit and he flicked it gently, making her whimper, before rubbing on it. He pushed up on it so he had access to more of the nerve endings as the pad of his thumb rubbed it. His fingers resting over her pelvis.
He started thrusting, low ruts that rubbed his tip back and forth inside against her gummy spot.
“Just needed to be filled, didn’t you,” he spat in a degrading tone, “don’t get much use, do you?”
She whimpered at his words. After a moment the sigil was glowing brighter, he didn’t change his pace as she started to flutter around him.
She tried to pathetically grind her hips against his and his hand pushed her abdomen down, putting pressure on her walls and making her moan into the doily.
“You’ll take what I gave you,” he whispered harshly into her ear, hand still pressing her abdomen down, her walls clenching as she got closer.
Just as she hit her peak he disappeared and she groaned uncomfortably, angrily pulling the doily from her mouth with a growl.
Of course he’d leave just as she got off and leave the orgasm unsatisfying. Did he not feel pleasure? Did he not understand how terrible that was? For all she knew he got off on it. Getting her barely over the edge then leaving was almost as bad as not touching her at all.
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