#koh!tom holland smut

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Can I ask for 191 & 193 list A koh!Tom Holland with submissive angel! reader??? Pretty please??

Your halo was sitting crooked on your head, representative of your crooked behavior as you turned your back on god in the worst way. But how were you to resist him? Even the legendary Lucifer himself had been well known to be beautiful but even he had nothing on Thomas.

You’d been sent to his realm on a mission. You were supposed to be acting as a spy, instead crawling into bed with the enemy at the first opportunity. He would never forgive you, but as you spent more time with Thomas, you found that you didn’t really care anymore.

You were distracted, Tom could tell and he didn’t like it one bit. You were his angel, practically sent here by god himself and he’d be damned if he didn’t have your full attention. He was a king, and you would treat him as such. He bit down on your neck roughly, feeling his eyes flicker red for a second as you cried out, threading your fingers through his hair. There we go, there was the attention he craved. He chuckled as you began to grind your hips onto his roughly, whining into his skin.

“Behave.” He growled lowly in your ear, making you gasp out. He threaded his fingers through the hair at the back of your neck, pulling your head back to look into your eyes making you whimper. Slowly, ever so slowly, he lifted his hand up, pushing his index and middle finger past your swollen lips, chuckling darkly when you sucked on them desperately. “Good girl. Always such a good girl.” He was yours, and tonight, you would relish in your sins.

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[youandtom2]

As Wicked As Sin (demon!Tom x nun!reader) 18+

Summary: You have spent your whole life devoting yourself to your faith and God. But it only takes one, sinful night to devote yourself to the devil. Themes: smut, like major major smut, sex in a church with a demon with a breeding kink, what else do you need to know , death, religious PTSD T/W: this is sacrilege, so if you don't like the idea of the devil offending God or Catholicism then this isn't for you. w/c: 8.3k a/n: hi, just me, your friendly horny whore here to say that i spent a lot of time on this and i am very tired. tbh I'll probs edit this again at another point. Please enjoy. Also I am not religious in the slightest but I researched as best as I could so plz don't come for me if I got anything wrong. Again, it's fiction. here for a good time not a long time :D

MASTERLIST

The church bell echoes through the hollows of the building, marking the eleventh hour as you push open the solid, wooden doors with all your might. Behind you, your tunic and your veil drags across the tiled floor, sweeping up the dust of the archaic building while you make your way into the main hall, watched over by the numerous holy statues and shrines. By habit, you look up, letting the architecture emanate its holiness and take your breath away by its sheer size. No matter how many times you enter this church, it never fails to take your breath away. 

“En el Nombre del Padre, y del Hijo, y del Espíritu Santo. Amen.” 

The day is like any other. Temporary living in a monastic community, your duty to your institute and to the Abbess comprises prayer, spiritual learning and devoting yourself to better understanding your divine vocation. You’re half way through your novitiate, and with six months to go before you are called to take your vows, you still have a lot to learn. The eleventh hour is a time for self-reflection; taking the initiative to find your soul and connect it to God without the supervision of your superiors.

Spiritually, your heart finds guidance in the Virgin Mary and your feet carry you up towards the shrine calmly, composed. The closer you get, the sooner you realise that another Sister has already taken prayer in front of her. No matter. You cannot begrudge another for taking the time to pray. Her body lies low to the ground and you can’t figure out who it is, and you don’t want to bother her, but she doesn’t seem to be conducting herself in a proper, respectful way. She’s on her knees but slumped forward, her hidden face grinding into the tiled floor and her limbs are somewhat sprawled. Something’s amiss here.

“Sister?” Her body lacks a response so you rest a cautious hand on her shoulder. “Sister, are you alright?” The second your hand touches her, her body rolls to the floor like a ragdoll, quickly revealing her face. You take one look at her before you let out an ear-piercing scream and the sound carries further than the church bell could. It’s Sister Magda. But instead of the kindly face you see near enough every day, the deathly stare of her blood-ridden eyes holds you captive. Something sinister has consumed her and her washed-out skin is stained with dark crimson blood, crying from her eyes, leaking from her nose and flowing into a river on her cowl. She’s dead, and although a terrifying sight to behold, it isn’t what scares you the most. This is surely the sadistic work of an evil force, a subject you know very little of. 

“Help! Anyone help!” You scream, your voice already wearing thin. “Please! Anyone!” 

A black cloud of nuns come hovering into the hall filtering their way through the pews, their eyes widening at the horror before them. Your superior, Sister Maria is the first to reach you and you’re already desperately pleading your case before she has the chance to investigate. The others flock around Sister Magda, whispering quiet appeals to the Lord and signing the cross over their own chests.

“I don’t know what happened! I swear, I just found her like this! She…she’s dead, Sister, I…I--”

“Breathe, child, breathe. It’s alright.” 

As you cling onto the shoulder of Sister Maria, there seems to be a silent conversation shared amongst the other Sisters, one you’re oblivious to. Their silence over such a tragedy has your heart stopping dead in your chest and it leaves you questioning why they aren’t in such a state of mourning like you are. 

The loss of Sister Madga is a hurtful one, being one of the very few Sisters that you sought comfort in when times became hard. She understood you more than anyone, coming from a strict religious family like yourself whose father used to scare her with the threat of demons and how your sins would feed them, and like with any stray animal, they would always come back for more. You were so frightened of doing anything that your father, or God, didn’t permit. The fear of demons became more of a motivator in your monastic journey than your own faith in God, and it was Sister Magda that empathised with you and guided your purpose towards the brighter light. 

Now that you suspect an evil force has claimed Sister Magda, you feel like your world has come crumbling down around you.

“Oh Lord in Heaven have mercy on us. It’s happening. Sister Maria, we have to get her out of here.” Her? You turn towards them and they’re staring at you. Oh God. They mean you.

“What’s happening?!” You cry, but no one gives you the straight answer you’re looking for.

Before anyone is allowed the chance to speak, an inexplicable rumble of rock and concrete thunders around the room, subjecting the church to a small earthquake and you blindly reach out for safety and stability. 

“It’s too late. The prophecy has already begun, she’s part of it now.”

“But she’s only a novice!” They beseech, seemingly on your behalf. You have no idea what they’re talking about. Prophecy? What prophecy? Part of what? Why is no one telling you what’s going on? 

“This demon works in the cruellest of ways. He waits for no one. We have no option, Sisters. Quickly, we must pray.” Your stomach churns as Sister Maria confirms your hypothesis with that one singular word. Demon. The bile rising in your throat stings and burns off any waiting words. With just one word, a childhood of trauma floods your mind, images of your father berating you as you confess your sins and you can’t blink them away knowing that he warned you of this. Somehow, he knew this was going to happen. Were you not good enough? Had you not vowed enough of yourself to God? Did you not spend enough time in church?

The Virgin Mary statue before you topples precariously from side to side, losing its balance as a crack snakes its way up the middle, moving of its own volition in whatever direction it pleases until, just seconds later, the pristine image of her holiness shatters to the ground. Sister Maria does her best to catch you as you slump against her, numb with the terror that paints your skin a horribly pale colour. Whatever’s coming, whoever’s coming, there isn’t anything from your six months of novitiate that can protect you from the dreaded evil force. 

Leaving Sister Magda’s body in her final resting place, the Sisters quickly scamper, coordinating themselves throughout the space of the church with faces painting no other emotion than the terror that riddles your own. Promptly, they settle themselves onto their knees, clasp their hands together and bow their heads. You see their lips moving, and although you can’t hear what they’re saying, you recognise the shape of the words of prayer as they quietly whisper to themselves with God as their witness. 

“Sister Maria, please! What’s going on?” Frustratingly, she ignores your question and grabs hold of your forearms, a desperation in her tight grip. The rumble grows in intensity, the shards of the Virgin Mary rattling at your feet. 

“You have to listen to me. No matter what happens, it is imperative you keep your eyes closed and whatever you do, do not stop praying. May God have mercy on your soul.” 

Sister Maria escapes your clutches to find a space of her own, following her own orders and all too soon, she’s praying with the same desperation. Quivering, you can’t find the power in your own body to move. Wrecked by panting breaths, you weakly turn, prop yourself up onto your knees, clasp your shaky hands together, and close your eyes with Sister Magda’s bloodied corpse being the last thing you see. When your mind clears just a little, the well-rehearsed words of prayer whisper from your lips. 

“Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name; Thy kingdom come, thy will be done; on earth as it is in heaven…”

When the cacophony reaches its loudest, a white burst of light emits within the church, bright enough to burn through your lids, and although you can’t fathom its source, you know you can’t let it distract you from praying. You can’t open your eyes. You won’t open your eyes. You don’t want to face the same fate Sister Magda did. You’re not ready to face your fears. 

Your confidence in faith is restored when the light begins to dim and the rumble reduces to a tremor. The sound of falling dust and cracking stone descends into silence until all that is left is the small, wavering whispers of the Lord's prayer. You think it’s over, you think you’ve won. The power of eight devout nuns sanctifying themselves in a holy place of worship appears to be working against this demon. But like Sister Maria warned, you cannot stop praying, no matter what happens. 

But then you feel it; a small breeze, blowing straight through your tunic to pierce your body like ice to the skin. On a hot summer’s day, a breeze as cold as this should be impossible, it’s almost arctic. As it whirls around the church, it carries a whistle, low and hollow. 

“Our Father, who art in h-heaven…” Shivers shake you as you repeat the Lord’s prayer for the second time. “Hallowed be thy name--”

“‘Thy kingdom come, thy will be done; on earth as it is in heaven’. I love that you think a few meaningless words can keep me away.” 

Two voices dance in a choreograph around the church. One has all the characteristics of a human’s; deep, smooth and carries the tone of a man, but the other that’s laced to it is darker, raspier, clipped and off-kilter, almost incomprehensible to the human ear. Two very different voices, but only one mind. One of a demon’s. 

The sudden presence of the demon’s voice silences yours, rendered completely frozen that something, or someone, has materialised directly in front of you. You can’t even begin to imagine what form he presents himself in. Your father claimed that demons take many forms, each of a different purpose; to scare, to lure, to trick, to hide, and what makes them so dangerous is that it’s impossible to tell their motive. You’ve seen and heard of so many different depictions of demons, all inconsistent to one another so there’s no telling that what stands in front of you now, has ever been seen before. And you won’t ever know. All hope is not lost if you just keep your eyes closed and don’t stop praying. 

“...And lead us not into temptation, But deliver us from evil.” 

The sound of his sweeping tread descends down the steps of what used to be the Virgin Mary shrine and your hands clasp tighter. He’s getting closer and closer…

“My sweet Sisters, nothing can stop temptation. I, Tom, elder of the House of Holland, am temptation, I am evil, I cannot be stopped. The prophecy forbids it.” 

Whatever tactic you used to block out his voice before fails you the more he continues to speak. It easily drowns out your own, hushing out the prayer and fills it with his unholy words, as if he’s speaking from the depths of your mind and you’re forced to stop and listen. It’s tuneful, fluid, rolling like a wave and it drags you along in its tide before inevitably drowning in it.

It’s then you realise the true purpose for continual prayer, it’s not permission for God’s protection, it’s to block him out.

“Our…our Father, who a-art in heaven--” 

“Mmmm, fresh meat.” The demon’s voices, both human and demonic, rumble closely to your ear. “I bet you’ve never seen a demon before. Don’t you want to see? Don’t you want to give into temptation and open your eyes?”

“Don’t do it!” Sister Maria cries out, hysterical as she knows how little prepared you are for the danger you face. 

“You’re not real,” you whisper, in denial. “Our Father, who art in--” A warm, firm hand curls around your shoulder, your prayer interrupted by a whimper of fear. The touch to your shoulder spreads warmth around your body, subjected to a feverish sweat and a small droplet rolls down your back. Your failed attempt of prayer doesn’t reach further than the second verse when he speaks again.

“I’m very real. Open your eyes and see.” 

“No!” You’re sobbing now and praying has long gone from your priorities. All that remains is the memories of your father yelling at you to repent your sins, ordering you to confess to keep the demons away while you cry uncontrollably, much like the way you are now. “Father, I’m so sorry.”

“Ahh, I see it now. Daddy always warned you about me, didn’t he? I bet he told you that I could eat your soul unless you cleanse yourself of your sins. He had you confessing and repenting day in and day out until you were spilling your deepest darkest secrets. But what for?”

He saunters behind you, dragging a finger from your shoulder, over the nape of your neck until it finds rest on the other side. 

”I could still eat your soul should I choose to, but I’m not here to hurt you, little nun. In fact, I’m here to do the exact opposite…” 

“W-What?”

“Don’t listen to him! He’s trying to trick you! Pray, Sister, pray!” 

Blackness consumes your sight and mind; your own conscience falls silent and the words of prayer that have been ingrained in you since you were a child slowly fade. But how? You knew it like the back of your hand. You could recite it in three other languages; knowledge that was passed down from your father to safeguard you from hell, but now that you kneel in the presence of this demon, something that was part of your everyday routine has just slipped your mind. 

You feel the light traces of a finger tip tilting your chin upwards and his shadow lines your lids, giving you only a slight indication of where he stands in the room. His coercion is like an ear-worm, crawling its way into your head and infecting it with not only his own voice, but others too. ‘Open your eyes.’ It’s Sister Maria’s voice, tender and caring. ‘Open your eyes.’ Suddenly it’s Sister Magda, gone but never forgotten. Her words were always a comfort to you. ‘Open your eyes.’ An older voice reaches you. It’s your mother, speaking from beyond the grave and you almost crumble. ‘Open your eyes.’ Your younger sister, the only one rebellious enough to reject your father’s method of parenting and she became an outcast because of it. You wish you were more like her. ‘Open your eyes.’ No. Anyone but him. The strict, authoritarian voice of your father digs deeper than the ones before him and hearing his demands condition you into obeying. 

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Light floods in as you blink your eyes open, caving in to temptation. Standing before you with his finger still curled under your chin is the demon, but he’s not at all what you expected to see. Of all the demon recreations you’ve seen in your lifetime, none of them hold a spot of resemblance to what is actually standing in front of you. Where you expected to see red, slimy scales is actually a golden wash of warm skin adorning a human body, bare from the waist upwards. Hugging his waist are straight, creaseless black trousers. The long, draping material hangs from his hips, elongating his height as they hide his bare feet scuffing across the floor. 

Every breath he takes accentuates his lean and chiselled body and it’s mesmerising watching how his muscles tense under his skin. You should really divert your stare, succumbing to indecency was an act of immorality according to your father. Abstinence was the one true way of devoting your body and soul to God but this demon makes abstinence seem unreasonable, especially when he exhibits himself like this. It would be a complete waste.

Breaking, your virgin eyes lift higher to see dark, chocolate eyes staring back at you, creasing with the widening smirk that reveals his pearly white teeth, lacking the fangs you expected to see. A soft bed of curls hangs candidly over his eyes, brown and shiny. You have to admit that, for a demon, he’s visually stunning as the sun paints him in an ethereal light, and if you were none the wiser, you would think he is a holy entity, come to bask in the glory of his worshippers. 

The irony of it all has you questioning everything your father has told you about demons. They aren’t scaly creatures with horns and a pointed tail. They don’t spit fire with every word. They aren’t rabidly trying to consume your soul. The fact that he isn’t doing any of those things triggers your curiosity. He’s so alluring that sacrilegious thoughts flood your mind, the kind that would have your father rolling in his grave, the kind that would make him tell you that God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit were to be the only source of satisfaction in your life, and nothing else. That included you too.

“There you are,” he speaks seductively. “What a precious little thing you are--”

“Stay back, you evil demon!” Sister Maria yells, a slight grumble to her throat. The demon pans his attention over to your superior who’s coming to a stand with a wooden cross clenched tightly in her fist. Unlike you, her eyes remain closed. 

“Now now, Sister Maria. Don’t be so bitter. Not everyone gets chosen.” 

“Chosen? Chosen for what? Sister Maria--”

The demon’s satirical laughter echoes around the church, bouncing off every stained-glass window and concrete wall. “Oh, she doesn’t know? Sister Maria, shame on you for calling me evil, but I think you are the real evil here,” he mocks. 

You swivel yourself around to face Sister Maria, her bottom lip quivering. You’ve never seen her so helpless before. She was always the face of bravery in the community, always sharing her wisdom to guide the lost. They say the eyes are the window to the soul, but even with her eyes closed, guilt isn’t a good look on her. 

While you keep your stare on Sister Maria’s crumbling bravery, the demon behind you crouches to rest his hands on your shoulders, his lips hanging low next to your ear. A scent so delicious seeps into your nose, it almost has your eyes rolling. “You see, little nun, for life to exist there must be balance. Good and Evil, life and death, Heaven and Hell. And your God didn’t like being equal. Not one bit. Especially to someone like me. But despite how much he hated it, I realised that even two worlds apart, he and I are actually quite alike. Both a sucker for gluttony and power, only he was willing to threaten the balance of life and began taking what was rightfully mine, stealing my souls, converting them and building his power and I thought that was rather selfish of him. It was only fair I did it back and so the cycle continued for centuries until the balance of life hung by a single thread. So we vowed to a treaty: every one hundred years, He condemns a life of his own to hell…” He turns your head towards Sister Magda, blood beginning to dry. She was too kind to deserve hell. Calmly, he reaches out a hand towards her and like the snow under the sun, her body fades away and her soul is claimed. 

Blackness fills his sclera when he turns back to you, cavernous and haunting.

“But in return, I must give a life back.”

“You can resurrect the dead?” You ask.

“I could but where’s the fun in that? No, no, little nun, I give back life in a very different way, one that your idiot God never anticipated.” His arm comes to encircle around your hips, pressing a flat palm across the expanse of your stomach and you feel a spark of adrenaline. ‘Give a life’, he said. The gears wind and the cogs turn until it comes to you.

Give a life. Not to the dead, but to the unborn. He means to impregnate.

His eyes fade into an autumn brown. “Rather prescient, don’t you think? How you and little Annie Madga’s life bear such a resemblance to each other, as if everyone knew what was going to happen to you, how your lives were shaped around God as if that would protect you from me.” The revelation stops you breathing. All this time, you were pinned from birth, both you and Sister Magda, raised by strict but protective fathers, forcing you into a monastery in the hopes that the prophecy wouldn’t come true, and it is the reason you connected so well with each other. You were lambs for slaughter. “But it is written. A vow from the divine cannot be broken. So it will be done.” 

“Sister Maria…” you plead, searching for answers from her like you’ve done before. “Please tell me it isn’t true.” 

She doesn’t respond right away and that alone gives you your answer. Nothing more needs to be said, but alas the words you dread slip from her lips. “I’m sorry. It’s what the Lord above wants!” 

“She gave you up.” A gentle, masculine voice funnels into your ear. It’s his, but it’s so…enchanting. “She just wanted to save her own skin. She doesn’t care what happens to you. It only matters if she gets to live another day.” 

“You gave me up,” you echo back to her. “You gave me up and you gave Sister Magda up too and now she’s dead. You knew this was going to happen and you never told us!”

“W-We didn’t want you to be in fear, dear child, we just wanted you to find hope and love through God. He will protect you!” 

“Such deception. God won’t protect you. He sacrificed you and Annie Magda to me. Your life is in my hands now. Give yourself in to me.” He sounds so convincing, lulling you into a sense of security and you can’t find it in you to doubt him. 

“I’ve given up most of my life, my freedom to God, and what has He done for me? Sacrificed me? Was I not good enough for Him?” 

“Don’t listen to him, Sister. Remember the Lord’s prayer, keep that close to you.”

“He can’t look after you anymore, but I can. I can give you everything you want. Give in to me.” Your veil is stolen from you, revealing your hair. You pay no mind to his wandering hands as you keep your gaze on Sister Maria, the sight of her bringing about an unprecedented anger that boils in your chest. You’ve never felt anger like this before, never had such a fiery resolve disease you so quickly and it doesn’t feel like you. But right now, you’d do anything to spite Sister Maria.

You should be shaking in fear of the demon roaming his hands all over you, shedding you of your religious habit piece by piece, burying his nose deep into your hair, your neck, whispering and serenading you with his presence, but you aren’t. It’s the only comfort you feel in your fit of fury. The bounds of your religion begin to break. 

He’s shown you nothing but soothing hands, and it’s those same captivating hands that turn you towards him and by the time your eyes meet, you're under his spell. A foggy haze blinds you of rational thinking, leaving you with no fear about sinning and condemning your belief, and giving into him suddenly seems like a paradise.

Sister Maria tries one last time to get through to you. “Sister--” 

 G̵̠̎̉I̸̢̱͈̼͖̓͛V̴̤̘̳̼̰͗E̴̻͙͛̔̅̇ ̵̧͍͕̀I̸̛͔̺̒̇̄N̵̩̐͝ ̷̘̯͔͙̆͊̉̀̅T̴̫͈̺̩͐͆O̵͖̥̜̝̊́͘ ̸̲̫̉͑͠M̶̧̬̘̀͊̕Ȩ̵̲̳̈̊̾̕ 

But it’s too late. Your fate has already been laid out for you.

“I…give in.” 

“To who, little nun. Say my name.”

“To you, Tom, elder of the House of Holland.”

“Good girl,” he whispers darkly. “This is going to be so much fun.” He moves to cradle your head, warm hands supporting the weight of your jaw and with a fleeting glance to your lips, he kisses you. You’ve never kissed anyone before so the moment his lips touch yours, the outside world is forgotten. Instantly, you forget you’re in a holy place. You forget about everything that’s pure and whole, throwing away your divine vocation and abandoning everything you’ve learned over the last six months. It’s sacrilege to its highest degree; martyring yourself to this demon in front of an army of nuns and many variations of Christ’s likeness painted onto the ceilings and windows. 

Betrayal never felt so good.

The kiss deepens, his tongue breaching past your lips with ease and you willingly open up to him. Promiscuity runs ragged in your head, sending signals to your body that refuse to be ignored and this demon seems to hear them just as well as you do. 

“Will you give yourself to me?” 

You shouldn’t, but your lips rashly speak before you stop them. “I will.” 

“Will you pledge your heart, body and soul to me?”

“I will.”

A hand rests on your stomach again. “Will you serve me and bear what is mine?”

“No! Sister, you’re making a grave mistake!”

E̶̡͝N̷̝͙̋O̷̲̞̊U̷͑ͅG̵̺̹̅̾H̶̜̀ͅ!̴̯̥̚ 

The demon waves a hand and you watch with wide eyes as Sister Maria’s body flies through the air, colliding with the large pillar by the main door and immediately knocking her unconscious. The other Sisters scatter, running before they too become a victim of the demon’s wrath. A gasp escapes you and in a moment of clarity, you feel the urge to go and run to her, but the demon’s hold on you is too tight to let you go. 

“Leave her,” he coos, sweeping away your hair and kissing your neck. Soft, pillowy lips roam your neck and the second your eyes close, Sister’s Maria’s unconscious body slips your mind and you’re back under his spell. “She’s only ever lied to you, I’ve been the one to show you the truth, so tell me, little nun. Will you serve me and bear what is mine?” 

“I…I will.” 

The demon, Tom, slithers away from you, walking back towards the lectern that stands in front of the crucifixion of Jesus above the altar. He leans against it, his abs tensing and his mouth smiling. The sight is delicious and it’s begging you to fall into temptation yet again. 

“Come to me,” he demands with the curl of his fingers. Without a second thought, you begin crawling towards him in what remains of your undergarments, stopping just at the base of the lectern. He admires the look in your eyes, gazing up at him as if he is the only light in your life and how you convey an innocence that says you’re willing to do anything for him. 

“Have you ever had cravings? Desires?”

“I’ve…I’ve always wondered what alcohol tastes like.”

He laughs heartily, holding his stomach and tilting his head back. Heat floods your cheeks. “Do they teach you to be this naive? No, little nun, I don’t mean like that. I mean…” His hand cups your cheek gently, staring straight into your soul. “Have you ever had dirty thoughts, thoughts so filthy that you just can’t help but slip your fingers into your tight, little cunt and fuck yourself until your screaming.”

Every crude, vulgar word is like a hit to your chastity. Normally you would wince at their sound but in his voice, they’re words of a poem. What is he doing to you? 

You answer honestly, truthfully. “I’ve…I haven’t done anything like that. It--It was forbidden.” 

“What is it with you prudes that always forbid fun things?” A revelation glosses over his eyes, his mouth widens. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you? You’ve never had anyone fuck you before…and yet here you are consenting to be defiled by me, to take my seed and bear the offspring of a demon. My, my, you must be a curious, wanting thing.” 

“I…I…” Why can’t you say no? Why do you not want to?

“Well let’s not waste any more time. Here’s how this is going to go, little nun, since you are a follower of rules. You do everything I say. You forget about what the church and Daddy has taught you because when we’re done, his skin will crawl when he won’t be able to recognise his daughter when she’s all whored out and dumb for my cock. I’ll do whatever I want to you and I’m not going to stop until you are full and round with my seed. And I get to do it with God and Jesus as witnesses and I can’t fucking wait.” 

Your chest is heaving, glistening with sweat as lust consumes you. It’s exhilarating and you decide that you’re ready, so with an aching whimper and a determined nod, you hand yourself over to him.

“Strip.” 

You’re already peeling off your undergarments before you come to a full stand, clumsily ripping the material at the seams as you drag it from your body. The alien sensation of having cold air swirl around your naked form takes your breath away. Tom grins wickedly at the sight; unblemished skin waiting to be marked and branded by him. But he spots it, the small, dainty cross chained around your neck, the one your mother gave you, and his expression drops like an anchor, changing to something far more sinister. Within a blink of an eye, he snatches it and the chain breaks, the small cross burning in a contained fire in the palm of his hand. 

He cocks a brow. “You won’t need that anymore. You’re on the side of the devil now. Now strip me.” 

The old, royal blue carpet burns your knees while you obey his command, and within seconds you set sight on him, and fuck, you’ve never seen a more unholy sight. Smug and borderline arrogant, the demon watches for your reaction while you unveil his cock, girthy and bobbing under its weight. It lies within inches of your face, and he asks you of the unfathomable. 

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” he commands, his voice becoming deep and throaty. Unceremoniously, he spits into your mouth and it almost sears your tongue but you refrain from moving. Grappling onto the underside of your chin, he coaxes you towards his cock and slides it into your mouth until the tip reaches the back of your throat where you fall into a fit of gurgles and involuntary gagging.

You don’t miss the little reminder from your subconscious that you haven’t done this before, and instead of fretting over it, you disregard it immediately as lust takes over, guiding your movements. Taking what you can of him in your mouth, your hand pleases the rest, sensually driving your hand over his length while your mouth sucks on his head. 

“Aw, are you struggling?” He speaks within your head again, as if he heard your subconscious talking to you. For all you know, it’s likely that he did. “I can help with that.” 

Two firm hands claw their fingers through your roots, nails digging deep into your scalp in an ardent massage and the smallest of whimpers bubbles through. You lose control of your movements as the coveted demon above you arduously fucks your mouth. After only a minute, you’re most likely bruised, scratched and burned but it’s all a pain that you eventually learn to brave. A minute later, it’s a pain you learn to love. 

Drool dribbles down your chin and drips onto the carpet. “Oh making a mess in God’s house, eh? How sinful of you. Let’s make more.” 

Your hands lay flat upon his thighs, pushing away while he pulls you in and smothers every chance of you being able to breathe. He bobs your mouth so vigorously up and down his cock that you’re almost sick with vertigo and the feeling of being repeatedly gagged. But of course, he laughs wickedly at your expense and the sound of his rhythmic chuckle buzzes around you before it morphs into something more salacious. Groaning and moaning, you can just hear the undertones of the darker voice rumbling louder until it descends into something primal. The vibrations run like liquid gold through your veins and you yearn for more of the feeling. 

“Shit, that mouth. Stick out your tongue for me.” Tom grabs ahold of his cock and balances it on the tip of the muscle, feeling every intricate twitch of it. He merely uses you as a toy, thrusting himself so that your tongue tastes every inch of him, right until your lips suckle on the base of his cock. 

This is insidiously profane. One glance to your left you see Christ’s eyes staring down at you from the stained-glass window and just for a second, you begin hating yourself. You swear you can feel the judgement radiating from those motionless eyes, and what you previously thought was a look of hope is now a look of censure. How could you have given in so easily? 

Tom can sense your regret and takes matters into his own hands. He calls your name, how he knows it - you’re not sure, but it immediately grabs your attention. “Eyes up here.” His cock slips abruptly back into your mouth again but this time, he’s more in control of himself and it allows you to taste more. There’s a bitter-sweet saltiness to him. “Remember who it is you’re on your knees for. It’s not him - wider - he’s on the side of the selfish God that never cared about you - fuck - the same God that killed Annie Magda, that gave you up to me. They abused your loyalty.” You inhale a breath when he finally releases you, coughing and spluttering and wiping away the mess around your lips. His dark eyes invade your sight, even through the blurriness of tears, and tilts your head up. “But I won’t. Unlike Him, I reward loyalty, and my sweet, innocent nun, you are in for a treat.” 

As much as it pains you to admit, he is right. Never in a million years did you expect to be agreeing with a demon, but he speaks nothing but the truth. And with a simple reminder as to why you exiled yourself from your own faith, the nerves that flutter in your stomach now flutter with excitement. It fuels your heart, beating louder and harder while you are subject to this demon’s manipulation, carrying you and bending you over the table of the altar with a crash. One easy flicker of the eyes sees Jesus on the crucifix just a couple of metres ahead of you.

And you’re about to be fucked by a demon right in front of him. 

You twist your head over your shoulder to see Tom standing directly behind you, vigorous hands gripping your hips. For the first time in what seems like hours, you eventually find your voice. “What are you going to do to me?” 

“So many dirty, filthy things, little nun.” 

“Like…like what?” 

He tilts his head and considers you for a moment. Wow, he thinks. You really are that naive. A sly smirk graces his lips because he’s decided that he too can indulge in naming every way he’s going to defile you.

By the nape of the neck, he pulls you up against him, your back colliding with a wall of solid muscle. You feel the feather-light touch of his lips dance around the shell of your ear, his breath funnelling straight down to your eardrum. “I’m going to do what no one else has done before, not even you,” he whispers, stopping only to kiss beneath your ear. “I’m going to explore your body, inside and out. There isn’t going to be one bit of you left untouched. Not. One. Bit.” Right on cue, his hands slither down your figure, hugging every curve, dip and hill until he finds your tits, perked and pebbled. He rolls your nipples in between the pads of his fingers and in doing so, plucks the nerves that are tied to your pussy. “I’m going to tease you, make you want what you can’t have unless I permit it, and when I do, if I do, you’ll be begging for me to stop. You’ll be making so many pretty sounds; crying, screaming, begging, and all the little moans and whines I know you’re capable of.” He pinches hard and you buckle with a short, curt yelp that verifies his promise. 

“I’ll stretch you out in any way I please. Oh fuck, I’m just thinking about how tight your cunt is going to be, how you are going to have your cunt shaped and moulded by my cock that it can’t ever be filled by anyone else, only me. Your body will shake and quiver around me while I fuck you until you can’t fucking walk anymore.” His fingernails puncture your skin. He’s becoming inpatient as he lists the unavoidable. You swallow thickly thinking he’s finished, but when his forehead grinds against your temple, you realise you are so wrong. “You thought you were born to serve God? You’re wrong, you were made to serve me and I’ll do anything I please. I can’t wait to see you dripping with my seed but know this, little nun--” Sharp teeth bite onto your lobe. “I will replace every wasted drop until you are full to the brim.” 

“Fuck.” 

“That word sounds so delicious in your voice. Say it again.” To entice you, he sucks on the skin of your neck.

“Fuuuuck.” 

“Put your hand between your thighs for me, and tell me what you feel.” 

“I’m…I’m wet.” 

“Perfect. I think I might just have a taste.” 

Panic splinters through you. “A taste--what? Oooohhh my God! Fuck!”

Ass cheeks spread wide, Tom slots himself deep between them until his hot, wet tongue meets with your pussy and an explosion of something intoxicating happens inside you. You’re not quite sure what it is yet, but you are slowly becoming entranced by it. 

It’s the sensation of the wet muscle pulsing inside of you that nearly shatters your sanity. It prods and pokes, rabidly trying to push its way into your tight, untouched hole. With force, the pointed tip of his tongue slides in and you think it’s just a warning for what’s to come, but when his tongue grows inside you, reaching to inhuman lengths and skims your cervix, you completely and utterly fall apart.

His lips are latched, stubborn as they create a seal around your cunt and suck you into him. All manner of expletives fall from your lips as you try to find a way of coping with the mind-numbing sensation of his amorous tongue invading your inner body. It doesn’t help at all. Nothing can help you survive against it wriggling inside you, caressing every wall and breaking boundaries you didn’t know existed.

Your knees buckle and crumble beneath you, being overwhelmed by the instinct to curl into themselves for protection, but by the sheer strength of the demon behind you, you go absolutely nowhere. His hands land a powerful slap against your cheeks as a small punishment.

“Holy mother of f-f-fuck, how - ah - how is this real?” 

Finally, after a few earth-shattering minutes, his tongue slowly retracts, brushing against every nerve with generosity and licks up any traces of your slick as it drips down your thighs. 

“I told you. I’m going to explore your body; inside and out.” 

With too many dormant nerves being shocked to life, you try to pull your hips forward, almost mounting onto the altar, however it is like trying to take a drug away from an addict. The burning desperation of his hands grappling your hips make you wince, having little to no option but to follow his every movement like you are his puppet. Involuntarily, you deliver your cunt back to him and he holds back no reservations; nuzzling his lips and tongue against your clit, furiously flicking it back and forth, becoming an expert of your body and creating the stimulation he knows will break you in a matter of moments. 

His hand snakes around and presses against your lower abdomen. Words that aren’t your own echo in your head and very quickly you recognise his wicked tone. Strangely, as he talks, his lips don’t stray from your cunt and his voice remains within the walls of your mind. “You feel that heat in your stomach? You feel it growing and growing, so close to snapping?” 

“Yes! Ohhhh.” You jerk forward as he suckles on the little bud that’s adding to build up in your abdomen.

“It’s your first orgasm, ready and waiting for me. Let go of it, let it take over you and don’t fight it.” 

“How!?” 

“You’ll know.”

It’s a total shock to your system. Your entire body seizes as the feeling Tom described ripples through you from the tips of your burning ears to the tight curl of your toes, rendering your body completely spent as it flops against the wooden table of the altar. Regardless, true to his wicked nature, Tom doesn't stop. The orgasm gets tighter and grows more intense the longer he refuses to relent and it’s a harsh torment amongst the unprecedented pleasure. 

You cry out for salvation. “Please!” It goes unheard, as does the hiccup of your sob. “It’s too much. Ah!”  

After many hopeless pleads and begs, he eventually, thankfully, eases his attack, reducing his fiery lust to slow sweeps and nuzzling kisses to the cunt that gave him all that he desired. The cramp in your twitching thighs eases and you switch to relying on the table to keep you upright. 

In a trice, Tom boldly ventures upwards, teasing a squeal from you when he licks over your pursed hole, stopping to tease before journeying up the line of your spine. Still recovering, you lack the energy to move even as the demon behind you tugs you up, curling his hand around the column of your neck to hold you hostage in a chokehold. Just as violently as before, he snags your lips, sensually driving his tongue to brush over yours, tangy with the remnants of your slick. You don’t think you can ever get over the whirlwind of excitement when you hear that dark chuckle of his, especially when you moan into him because he knows how much you're indulging in his wickedness. 

He presses his full body weight against you, hot, hard and demanding. 

“I think we’re putting on quite a show for them.” Tom looks up towards the Jesus statue and smoulders. “They should count themselves lucky.” 

“Maybe they might get jealous.” 

Tom stops to look at you, shocked but pleasantly amused. To some extent, you are too, but you’re already marked for hell, what more harm would aggravating the holy spirits do that you haven’t already caused yourself? 

“Tell me, little nun, why would they be jealous?” He knows, but it pleases him to ask anyway. 

“Because I don’t belong to them anymore. I belong to you.” 

Aroused, Tom’s hand squeezes tighter, just enough to leave you gasping. “Yes you do. And I’m going to fuck you like you’re mine. Take a deep breath, little nun, you’re going to need it.” 

You don’t understand why until he’s squeezing every inch of his cock into you, and all the air in your lungs gets wasted into a scream, crying out in unbearable pain as he mercilessly tears through you. The pain is hot and tight, scoring through your nervous system that you can’t move any other part of your body in fear of exacerbating it. 

Is this how it’s supposed to feel? How can anyone enjoy this? 

After a slight struggle, Tom completely fills you. There’s a slight stutter to each of your breaths; suffocation in two very different forms. 

“Ugh, fuck! So…fucking…tight. I can barely move, little nun, you’re killing me.” 

In time, you overcome the pain, thankful it takes this demon more than a minute to acclimate to the tight squeeze of your cunt around his cock, just enough time for that haunting blackness to consume his sclera again, spreading through the veins around his eyes and it’s truly a demonic sight. He grinds his molars together, rabidly growling like a wild animal yearning to be fed and soon morphs into something a little closer to what you expected a demon to be like. He ruts and thrusts like he’s unbound by self-control, desperately chasing after something he can easily obtain, but the chase is where the fun lies. The animality in him drives him to sink his teeth into the supple, sensitive skin of your neck, sucking and licking every mark he leaves behind. He doesn't relent until you are well and truly branded with his signature.

Branded by a demon.

Your slick lines him, wet enough to also tame the burn inside you but sadly, there isn’t anything to tame the burn of the red, hot skin of your ass. He whips his hips so harshly against you, you can feel the redness oozing over your ass. 

“Oh God, it hurts so much!” 

“But it feels so good. You feel so good, fuck. Why don’t we have a little more fun, eh?” 

There’s no time to answer. Tom easily lifts you, swivelling you around and sitting your red ass onto the altar, legs wrapped around his waist. He wastes no time in slotting his cock back into you, pumping just as rigorously as before and you descend into a mania. New position, new angle, new pace, new sights, it’s all overstimulating. Your head falls back onto the velvet table cover and your eyes flutter to a close--

“Not a fucking chance. I want you to watch.” Yanked forward by the scruff of your hair, your chin digs deep into your chest where a small whimper bubbles, and you are subjected to watch his cock disappear and reappear in a fine, fluid movement. The repetition is somewhat mesmerising, like it’s brainwashing you into becoming addicted to the sight.

Suddenly, Tom’s finger, slight and careful, rests gently against your bundle of nerves and twitches precariously. Like a moth drawn to a flame, you follow his every move, hooked on the small but powerful electrical buzzes that his touch causes. A shockwave ripples up your spine at his touch. 

“Oh my God, what was that?” 

“Your most sensitive part, little nun. I’m gonna have a little fun with it.” 

His eyes peers over your shoulder and you shiver at the mischievous twinkle in his black eyes. He wears evil so well it amazes you that you’re still able to recognise when he has something devilish planned. You don’t dare look and instead, let the shock of what he lifts over your shoulder capture you in its tight grip. 

It’s the sacred crucifix, one blessed by the Abbess and doused in holy water. A gasp catches in the back of your bruised throat.

“I’m sure he won’t mind if we use this,” he whispers, rutting in and out and in and out… 

“What…what are you going to do with it?” 

Tom doesn’t say a word much to your horror. Instead, cautious, wide eyes watch the bare end of the cross mount your clit and begin pivoting around the little bud. Your stomach plummets. “Shit! You…you probably shouldn’t--”

“Shouldn’t what?” He interrogates, scowling. He presses harder and circles quicker. “Shouldn't. What."

"N-nothing, ah ahhhhh!"

"That's what I thought. Remember, little nun, I get to do whatever I want. I don't give a fuck who watches, who listens, what happens or what sacred fucked object I fuck you with, I am owed this."

His movements are brunt and erratic and you feel the heat building in your stomach again. "Okay! Okay! I'm sorry, fuck! I think I'm gonna snap--"

"Oh, you're going to do more than just snap," he pulls completely free of you, already seeing a long line of white, pearly slick trickle from you. "You're going to break. And so am I. We'll do it together."

His cock slides back into abruptly and hits deeper than before and the church fills with your cries. At your clit, the cross almost vibrates with his precision, and at your aching hole, Tom's cock, still thrusting in and out at what feels like the first time. Your cunt just can't seem to accommodate such an intrusion at his size.

Like the demon promises, something snaps in both of you and a chorus of grunts and growls rumble from his chest where whines and mewls leave yours. Instantly blood starts pumping rapidly to your cunt, swelling in size the more he continues to circle your throbbing clit with the crucifix. Your thighs clamped together to inhibit his movements, but he is just too unshakeable. He prolongs the sensation for as long as he can, testing your limits just to hear the sweet, sweet, sobs cracking from your throat. You cry out desperately, voice hoarse and dry as it crumbles beneath the pressure of Tom's desperation to have you, to give him everything but yet still have the physicality to bear the sudden influx of pleasure.

"Fuck! Oh yes, fucking take it all. Take all my cum. Fill you up. You'll be so full and round, oh yesssss. That's it."

The church walls resonates with your cries and heats to the sweltering temperature of your bodies, as if it's reacting to what it's just witnessed.

Your body quivers upon the altar. The velvet beneath seems to be spotted with stains of your own making, leaving behind a very sinful piece of evidence of what devilry has transpired. Starlight flickers behind your eyelids while the remnants of the orgasm begins to dissipate. You regulate your breathing, your pulse, your heart, anything to make the recovery of that planet-shattering pleasure less tedious. Inside you, warmth swims through you and a small minority of it escapes the twitch of Tom's cock, your cunt bursting at the seams while it drips down your thighs.

The crucifix clatters to the ground and Tom desperately pulls from you and begins collecting what escapes by the pads of his fingers and forces it back into you.

“Fuck,” you hiccup. “I think…” you shudder, “I think I’m still cumming.” With that information free to use, Tom teases an evil smirk, sneaking his fingers over your clit and…"NO! No, no, no, no, no, no, please, please, please, just...give me a second.” 

"Hahahaha, oh my dear little nun. This is never going to end." His words echo in between kisses, being strewn over your body as he licks, kisses and bites patches of your skin. His hands cruise over the length of your arms, lifting them and holding them high above your head.

"What...?"

He nuzzles deep into your neck, biting harshly and teasing a wince from you. "I can't get enough of this tight, little pussy. Fuck, what you do to me, little nun, I can't just leave you behind like that. Oh no, no, you'll definitely be coming back with me."

"No..."

"Yes. You made that decision, you willingly handed yourself over to me, you are mine to keep and a vow from the divine cannot be broken."

In a momentary lapse of weakness, tears blur your eyes as you strain to find the eyes of Jesus hanging on the crucifix above you while his lips roam your cheek, kissing delicately, tenderly as if to coax you back into his embrace.

"There's nothing He can do now because..." He pulls your wrist and holds it in the space beneath you. When he unfurls his hand from your wrist, it reveals a mark, a symbol tattooed into your skin. Circular with an unrecognisable language written inside. You're at a loss for breath, skin paling at what you've done.

"You're forever bound to the House of Holland."

[slut4holland]

KOH!TOM HOLLAND FUCKING THE READER IN FRONT OF EVERYONE IN ORDER TO SHOW HIS DOMINANCE (Maybe wuth impreg kink if youre comfortable) THANK YOU SWEETIE

this is literally so fucking filthy i think i lost my mind writing this. sorry for any bad writing and typos. enjoy !!

warnings: heavy exhibitionism, dirty talk, hair pulling, breeding kink, squirting (18+ pls minors will be blocked)

word count: 1361

******

you walk the long, black halls of the palace, your white wings a contrast to the dark surroundings.

the first few days after you came here, you were afraid of wandering the halls alone, but now after tom assured you that you could explore, you’ve found yourself roaming often.

as you walk through the quiet halls, you remember the first night you came here. you fell from heaven, and when the king of hell saw your beautiful body, he just knew he had to make you his. he seduced you that night, and your pussy throbs as you recall the way he showed you pure ecstasy and made your screams of his name echo throughout hell. when you finally became his queen.

you adjust your silky white dress which reaches the middle of your thighs, feeling wetness slowly pool in your panties as you walk. you reach a large pair of doors, feeling intrigued as to what was beyond it. so you gently push against it, gasping when it hisses and opens automatically while you slowly step in, a bit scared.

you look around, realising it was the throne room, noticing all of tom’s attendants standing underneath the big chandelier while tom sits on this throne, looking strong and powerful. as you step in, all of the eyes in the room fall on you, including tom’s, who smirks as a spark of lust shines in his eyes when he sees your dress. you catch tom’s eyes and he smiles at you, calling you towards him. you smile shyly at him, walking up to the throne while feeling all the eyes on you. you feel uncomfortable under everyone’s gaze, and when you look at them, they’re undressing you with their eyes, biting their lip as they see your beautiful legs. tom is too mesmerised by the sight of you to notice how they’re looking at you. his queen. his angel.

you gulp and look away, reaching tom and sitting on his lap, getting yourself comfortable.

he wraps his arms protectively around you, kissing the side of your mouth and murmuring raspily, "what are you doing here, angel?"

"i dunno, i was just- i just found this room." you blush, thinking you did something wrong.

tom chuckles softly, running his fingers against your cheek, "my queen." he kisses your lips, unaware of all of his attendants, "my sweet, sweet angel." he groans a bit when you press your heat against him.

"tom, i-" you pull away, looking down shyly.

"what’s wrong, my love?" he puts two fingers under your chin and tips your face up to look at you.

"i-um, i don’t like the way they’re looking at me." you whisper, heart racing when his eyes suddenly harden, looking at all of the people in the room with fire in his eyes. they all look away in an instant, but tom notices it, getting angrier with himself that he didn’t realise it earlier.

"you sick fucks," he spits out at them, his voice booming through the room, "don’t fucking look at her. she’s your queen, not some cheap slut that you can eyefuck."

you whimper softly when you hear his possessive tone, subtly grinding against his thigh. he notices how turned on you are with a smirk, and suddenly gets an idea that his cock becomes hard just at the thought.

with a swish of his palm, the doors close, shutting all of his attendants in.

"i’m gonna show all of them who you belong to." he growls, loud enough for them to hear. you gasp as your eyes roll back, feeling desperate for him as you feel his hard dick under your clit. he starts to bite at your neck, pushing his hips up to grind against you. you grab his long curls, tugging on it with your mouth open as he marks you with his teeth.

he reaches your earlobe, biting it and whispering dirtily in your ear, "you’re their queen. but you’re my cheap slut." he says, nails digging into your waist, "my filthy angel, always so desperate for my cock. am i right?"

you moan loudly at his words, grinding against him faster. he stops your movements, not bothering to take off your panties but just pushing them to the side, rubbing your clit furiously as you moan his name breathily.

"fuck, tommy, please." you moan, not bothered about the people in the room, "i need your cock. please."

"yeah, my angel wants my cock so bad, she’ll do anything for it." he begins to unzip his pants and he pulls it down with his boxers, revealing his hard cock. as he pulls your dress over your head, his large black wings come to cover your body, so that everyone in the room can only hear but not see you.

"tommy!" you scream as he impales your pussy with his cock, holding your hips and moving you up and down on him, groaning at the feeling of your tight, hot pussy clenching around him. he fills you up perfectly, hitting your g-spot with every thrust sending shock waves through your body and bringing you close to your first orgasm in a matter of minutes.

the sound of your moans and tom’s grunts along with the sound of your bodies echoes throughout the hall, and you feel powerful as tom’s queen as you cum all over his cock, kissing his lips messily as you clench around him.

"fuck, angel…" he moans at the feeling of you convulsing around him, his brain going fuzzy at the sound of your high moans.

"more," he grunts, commanding you to your next orgasm, and even though your pussy is already sensitive, you want to feel his hot cum in you, so you continue to bounce on his cock, pushing your chest against his and kissing his neck.

you start to get a bit tired of moving over him, so you whine weakly. he gets the hint, tangling his hand in your hair to gather it into a ponytail, pulling on it hard and starting to thrust his hips up, chasing his high.

"oh, tommy…" you moan, "mmh, you feel so good, tommy. so big! don’t stop, please, don’t stop."

you open your eyes past the pleasure to see him biting his lip, his eyebrows furrowed as he feels himself nearing his orgasm.

you wrap your arms around his neck, making him open his eyes and look at you with large, blown out eyes, "i want you to cum in me, tommy. i wanna feel all of you."

as you say this, you push your middle finger down to your clit, rubbing it madly as you feel the knot in your stomach, knowing that if you cum, it’ll push him over the edge.

"fuck, yes!" tom moans, drilling into your harder as he feels you clench around him, "gonna fuck you full of my cum. you’re gonna have my heirs, yeah, angel? mmh, shit, yeah, just like that- you’re gonna look so pretty stuffed with my cum."

you nod your head eagerly, moving your hand faster as you cum without warning, squirting all over him due to the overstimulation. you scream his name at the intense pleasure, seeing stars behind your eyes as you gush your cum around his cock.

"fuck, you’re so hot, angel." tom looks at your cum running down his length and it makes him cum, shooting his warm seed inside you. you whimper at the feeling of him filling you up to the brim, feeling your pussy tingle when you look at his face contort in pleasure.

"fuck," he breathes out, coming down from his blissful high and moaning softly as you kiss him. you whimper as he pulls out of you, shoving two fingers in your wrecked pussy and pushing his cum further in you.

"who do you belong to?" he growls, looking at you bite your lip, "c’mon, you filthy slut. say it."

"you, i belong to you…" you breathe out, the overstimulation you’re experiencing making your mind go blank, "i’m yours, tommy."

"that’s right." he grunts, addressing the stunned room, "you bastards hear that? she’s mine. only mine."

******

send in concepts for koh!tom 😈

[blissfulparker]

Hi love could you please do another job Tom where he just loves touching readers wing or other way around and like it turns to like soft smut

I think you mean koh!tom but I got you bestie 😭🤞🏾smut under cut! also I know I will get so much shit for writing this after I say I read acotar and enjoy it

For every ounce of darkness in hell, there was a sliver of light. For Tom, you were his light. Your wings as white as snow while his burned black and were the largest ones out there.

“What are you doing, Angel?” Tom spoke as you and him both laid in bed. Your wings tucked safely behind you as his always sprawled out. You played gently with his wings, running your fingers over each feather which caused him to shiver.

“They’re so soft.” You hummed as you found comfort in them, although there seemed to be some sort of sensitive spot around his wings. “Does it tickle?” You only teased, knowing he had a soft spot and kissed over it gently.

“Mmh,” he only groaned as he moved his hands to your waist, lifting you on top of him as the book he once read through was long forgotten. “So pretty, Angel of mine.” He kissed along your neck.

“I like it when you call me that.” You leaned down and pressed soft kisses to his jaw. Keeping him right below you as you let your fingers weave between his feathers of his wings.

“Yeah?” He hummed as he fell back into the bed, falling deep into your touch. He couldn’t even think of a snarky remark, he just fell into your touch willing to take whatever you wanted to give him.

“Let me take care of you?” Your hands fell to his sweatpants, you pulled the waistband down enough for him to come out. Already rock hard, he grips onto the sheets but doesn’t want you to do all the work. He lets lets his hands relax before finding your hair, moving some of it out of the way before holding your face.

“Let me take care of you.” He says back as he brings you up, the both of you face to face as he pushes you back into the bed where he kisses along your neck, his wings large and open as you reach for them but get shy under your touch as he still got use to you feeling them.

With the swift move of your shorts to the side, he took no time sliding into you. Hiking your leg up so that he can go deeper.

“You feel so good.” He praised but he loved it more when you praised him.

“So big,” you bite your lip as your head falls back. “Fuck Tommy you feel so big.” You cry out as he takes his time, trusting in and out, listening to each moan as if it was music from the gods.

Your hands go to hold his face, looking deep into the eyes of the king of hell. Eyes that were so empty but held a story just for you. So dark a passionate, filled with fiery souls of the deceased.

“Cum for me Angel.” He got sloppier with each thrust, you knew he was close. He didn’t have to repeat himself as you dipped your head into his shoulder and let out a cry. You felt him cum inside you as he held you there close. The fire in the room grew for only a second as tom was the most passionate in this moment.

You both lay there restless, he slips out of you and falls to his side where he catches his breath. You do too as you look over to see your husbands chest falling up and down.

A knock at the door had the both of you jump slightly as your moment of peace was ruined.

“My king, there has been a request—“ the not so innocent guard flung open the door as he did Tom nearly growled at him.

“Get out!” And with his anger the door slammed shut and he looked back at you with sorry.

“Play nice.” You touched his feather which immediately relaxed him.

“Only with you my Angel, only with you.”

[johnismyreason]

HELL ON EARTH (THREE) // KOH!TOMHOLLAND X HUMAN!READER

Summary: Tom, Prince of Hell and only heir to the throne, is sent to Earth by his parents as a punishment. He ends up in an odd city full of the worst humans, except one, who, despite not knowing who he truly is, decides to help him.

Well, hello hello helloooooo ! It's me, posting Part 3 of Hell on Earth, after 7 months since part 2, which itself had been posted 4 months after part 1... we can clearly say that I do not respect any descent deadlines. I've been super busy (and maybe lazy) since january and I'm sorry to everyone who was enjoying the series, I hope you're still here hehe. Anyway, here's part 3 ! Don't be scared to send me an ask to let me know what you thought of it (seriously guys don't be scared).

Warnings: curse words, little bit of fluff, little bit of heartbreak-ish, bad english and bad typing :)

part one; part two

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You came out of the shower after fifteen minutes staring at the wall. Why the fuck did I let a complete stranger enter my appartment ? But he doesn't look like a stranger. He look like someone you met before. Like a friend you had in primary school who left just before middle school.

Tom was a mystery but he was also a light. You wondered if life sometimes, put people on your path for a reason without letting you know why. You chose your comfortable clothes in your closet and join Tom in your living room. He was sat nonchalantly on your sofa, his legs spread apart, one arm crossing his stomach while his other hand was resting dramatically on his forehead. He was looking into the void, his mind looking busy. He looked ethereal. Like a prince.

"I uh" you scoffed and he went back to reality, straightening up "I'm gonna order food. What do you want ?" you asked.

He looked a little panicked for two seconds but answered "I'll take whatever you'll have"

"You sure ? You can take things you like you know" you joked.

He softened and stood up "No- I mean yeah I know but, um, you is fine. I-I mean what you'll take is fine" he stuttered, his hazel eyes wide opened. You giggled at his embarrassment and grabbed your phone to call your favourite spot. You asked for your usual order and ended the phone call.

Tom was looking around trying to look busy and not completely awkward. You turned to him and invited him to sit back on the couch. "So, since you're gonna stay for a while I need to know a little bit more about you, don't you think ?"

"Uh, y-yeah, sure, of course" he crossed his arms trying to play it cool. "What do you want to know ?"

"Full name"

"Tom Stanley Holland, Princ-" he widened his eyes and stopped talking for a second "just Tom. Holland." he rectified with an embarrassment sneer.

"Ok, just Tom Holland," you repeated smiling, "where do you come from ?"

"Um, what's the worst place on earth according to you ?" he asked

"Miami." you didn't hesitate.

"Here. I come from Miami." he grinned.

"Really ?! I've been there once on vacation and it was hell" you joked.

Tom stiffened a bit hearing this word but washed it away before you saw him. Also, the bell rung at your door. He exhaled after you got up to pay the deliver guy. You came back with the bags that you put on the table in front of the sofa and took out the boxes. You gave him one with chopsticks and started eating.

"Now, what do you do for a living, Tom ?" you asked, your mouth full of noodles.

"I uh," Tom started while fighting to hold his chopsticks. "I am uh... I actually don't know. I never worked."

"You never did ?" you exclaimed, your eyes wide opened. Tom nodded slowly, giving up on his noodles.

"I didn't need to with my parents".

"Well," you wiped a paper towel on your fingers "I'm sorry to tell you that but, you'll have to, if you want to stay here" you cheekily smiled. "I know someone who's looking for a dishwasher in his restaurant. Do you want me to talk about you to him ?".

"This is not very glamorous" Tom joked.

"Maybe, but it'll pay the bills. Unless you're a billionaire and in that case you don't need to work. But by the informations you gave me, about your parents kicking you out because you were not responsible enough, I guess you don't even have a dollar in you pocket, am I wrong ?" Tom hated when people made face the truth, even when they have the most melodious voice ever, like you.

"You're not..." he sighed.

"Also, having a job is the first step of being responsible." You looked at him through your lashes, picking at your food, not wanting to overstep his boundaries. Tom looked back at you but didn't say anything for a second. He just stared at you, trying to analyse your attentions.

"You're an angel, aren't you ?" he finally said, in all seriousness, which caught you off guard.

"N-no no, I-" you chuckled nervously. "I just want to help you."

"Why ?" Tom laid his arm on the top of your couch, and you observed his smooth skin. You remarked a few scars here and there and desperately wished you could run your fingers on them.

"I guess I have a thing for lost causes." You half smiled, making him understand you were just joking. He puffed a laugh and took off his arm from the back of the sofa.

"Well, love, you're going to be served with me." He replied when he finally managed to catch noodles with his chopsticks. "So, when do I start this new job ?"

"Really ?" you exclaimed. "Well, um, I can text my friend now and maybe you'll be able to start tomorrow. Sounds good ?"

No. That sounds terrible. Thought Tom but he answered "That sounds perfect" with a fake enthousiasm in his voice. You grabbed your phone and texted your friend, telling him you had someone for him. When you sent the message you left your phone on the table and brung back your attention to Tom.

"It's good start !" you tried to cheer him up. He hummed back.

"Can I now ask you a question ?" he said, putting away his box of food.

"Sure, of course."

"Do you have a boyfriend ?" Tom saw you stiffen a little in your seat, not looking at him. "I'm sorry, I just don't to want to walk back in your appartement and deal with your jealous boyfriend who will probably try to kill me. Although he will probably be right to do so." You both chuckled.

"I-I... I do actually" you admitted. Tom's heart sank. Maybe I'm the jealous one. "His name is Nathan. We've been dating for a year now." you smiled to your noodles.

"Oh, so it's serious" Tom concluded.

"Yeah. I mean... yeah". The young man blinked at you confused.

"It's not ?"

You put the box on the table and turned back to Tom, getting a little closer. "Ok, since you're a guy you might help me." you cleared your throat and said "He's always been distant to me, but in the same time he gives me just enough attention so I don't walk away. And because I'm dumb, I stay around. He never wants to bring to one of his parties with friends because 'I'll get bored'. And when we walk in the streets, he never wants to kiss me or even just hold my hand." you exhaled. "What would it mean ? Am I too clingy ?"

Tom looked at you and asked himself, who would be dumb enough to not kiss you at any occasion they had ? "N-no, no ! He's a dick. He's playing you. Trust me, I know about those tricks."

"Oh... So you're a douche too ?" you frowned your eyebrows, while Tom's lifted up.

"What ? Um, no !" Tom tried to defend himself. But he was indeed a douche. He didn't really care about the ladies he was spending the night with in Hell. They din't mean anything to him. He liked teasing them at a banquet, making them fall into his trap. His favourite part was when he could see in the eyes of his next adventure, the exact moment where they fall for him. "Y/N that's not what I-"

"Don't worry" you chuckled.

"Listen," Tom sighed "you're too clingy because you ask for the attention of your boyfriend. It's normal, you're supposed to be in love. He's just... not enough for you." You were surprised by his comment.

"Yeah... we're supposed to be in love."

"You're not ?" Tom asked, scared to overstep. You seemed to think about it for a little while, before saying "I don't know anymore". The prince of Hell didn't know what to say. Sure, minutes ago he felt his heart sink a little when you told him you had a boyfriend, but now, seeing you kind of heartbroken, made him feel even more awful. Tom opened slightly his mouth to reassured you but you spoke first as your phone rung. "Oh great ! Derek wants to hire you in his restaurant. You're starting tomorrow !"

"Wow ! Awesome !" Tom lied.

"You're starting at 11 in the morning. I have classes at 8, so I'll probably won't see you, before you leave for work."

"Oh, ok. That's fine, I'm a big boy." he smiled.

"Well, still on the making, but yeah" you joked. "Anyway, I better go to sleep, it's getting late." you got up and wrote on a piece of paper the restaurant's address. "Don't be late uh ?" you warned him, handing him the note. He pursed his lips and nodded, grabbing it. "I know, it's not what you wished for but, it's a start. Think about your parents".

He still wonders how they could do such a thing to him. Sure, he's not the ideal son, but banishing him to hell and taking away his powers? that was cruel... even from the king and queen of horrors. Tom sighed, trying to focus on his new quest. "Thank you, Y/N. I mean it."

"Don't worry about it" you shyly smiled. Tom took you in his arms by surprise and you could feel how much of a human connection he needed. He had a rough couple of days, you thought. Who wouldn't need a hug ? You let his body sink against yours and felt his unique warmth enveloping you. His hair was soft and tickling the skin of your neck. After a few seconds you both stepped back from each other, but your faces were still dangerously close. His and your breathes mixed together in a perfect whirlpool. "Goodnight, Tom" you whispered.

Tom smirked at the sound of his name falling delicately on your tempting lips. "Goodnight, Y/N" he replied with low and honey voice.

You reluctantly turned around and walked to your room. As you reached your door, you took one last look at him. You exchanged a smile and closed the door behind you.

The next day, as planned, you left long before Tom woke up. You avoided having breakfast for fear of waking him up. You decided that you would get something straight from the college before your class. Before you left, you watched Tom sleep. His hair was a bit of a mess, but his curls were as beautiful as ever. His lips were slightly swollen, making them even more desirable. Coming to your senses, you turned and left your flat. Thank God he hadn't woken up. He would have thought you were a pervert who took the black sheep home before killing them.

But what you didn't know was that Tom was indeed awake. He was just pretending to be asleep. He felt your eyes on him, but didn't move. He liked that feeling.

After you left, Tom got up and made himself some coffee, black, without sugar, in a cup with 'hi gorgeous' written on it. There was no sound in the flat. The perfect time to poke his nose into your business. He went through all your books on the little bookcase in the hallway, opened every wardrobe he could think of, but found nothing outrageous. Then he went to your room. As soon as he entered, your scent filled him and he felt at home. The room was perfectly tidy, without a single thing on the floor or on a seat. He ran his fingers over the fabric of your clothes, which still had your scent.

He looked at some pictures on the wall, in which you appear with your friends. He chuckled at the one where you are sticking your tongue out and making a funny face. But his smile quickly faded when he saw a picture of you and your boyfriend. Both of them sitting in the restaurant, you looked happy while he barely smiled. "What a prick," Tom snarled. If he still had his powers, he could have tortured Nathan just by looking at the picture and without anyone knowing what was going on. "It's just a matter of time."

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[tomthesoftie]

bilateral contracts

❧ synopsis: a relationship turned contract... or has the relationship always been a contract? no longer does it matter, just kiss and make break up

❧ pairing: koh!tom x fem!reader

❧ genre: semi-angst, suggestive

❧ warnings: break up, mentions of hickies, make-out session with a bit of escalation, plot twist (?)

❧ a/n: if you get it, you get it. also this came out shorter than i expected, but i liked how it turned out so i didn’t want to change anything lmao. listen to kiss and make up when reading this <3

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It started with the thundering echos in the room then ended with the inaudibly loud sound of hearts shattering. 

Now, you were resting on a cool, marble bench, breathing in the fresh, must-filled air. The chilled material of the seat ran a shiver down your seat, causing the heat from your anger to depress. 

Lately, you and Tom weren’t getting along as you used to. Constantly, you were being reminded—by Tom—that you knew what you had “signed up for” when you began dating him, ever the cliche. Had you known that you were dating via contract, you would’ve never accepted the offer; you would’ve rejected the offer whole-heartedly, as it is known, contracts can’t—and don’t—last forever.

Tom, on the other hand, went back to hoarding himself with work and planning out large events—usually for his own enjoyment. Being the king, after all, meant luxury and bliss, albeit the load of work and duty. 

Maybe the great lord feared by all was being selfish; maybe the young maiden who put her heart out on the line for said lord was insecure. It all narrowed down to a “maybe.” One thing that was certain, though, was the maiden’s love for herself.

Contracts aren’t unbreakable. They can be discussed and terminated. Besides, even if you “break” the contract now, you technically wouldn’t be the first.

With fast steps, you composed yourself, preparing for the risk you were about to take. You knew it wouldn’t be easy, but you also knew it was plausible. Your pride and self-love wouldn’t back down just by a simple glare or bark. 

Pushing the doors open, you stepped into the room, head high and shoulders wide. It felt as if the atmosphere had some confidence booster hidden in the air. Tom was already staring at you with peculiar eyes, silently asking you what you were doing.

You were tired of talking, letting useless words slip from your lips. You no longer wanted to hear any feeble “sorry’s” from either him or you.

Thus, without any words, you stomped over to his desk, pulling him by his collar and smashing your lips against his. You could feel him stiffen in your grasp, shocked at the sudden action and its roughness.

Pushing him back onto the desk, you looked him into his chocolate-brown eyes. Your hand laid flat on his chest, fingers skillfully unbuttoning his dress shirt. You attached your lips to his bare neck, sucking dark marks filled with ill-intents onto to supple skin. You could feel the brunette begin to relax under your touch, allowing you to continue. 

His hands touched you in such a familiar yet foreign way, touching you like he’s touched nobody. The soft pads of his fingertips trailed, bruised, and gripped onto every centimeter of your perfect body as if he’s been starved of touch for decades.

It was as if both of you could see and feel what was coming.

Pulling away, you slipped your clothes back on, leaving Tom tousled where he rest. A haze in his eyes told you that he was out of his body, floating in the clouds. Using his dazed moment to your advantage, you declared, “I’m breaking up with you.”

Before he could collect himself to think straight, you’ve already escorted yourself out of the room, leaving his door wide open to give him a show of you with your bags and luggage—walking away with a light sway of your hips—your figure dissolving into nothingness as you gained more distance. 

Tom didn’t chase after you like a dog on a leash. He let you leave without reluctance or doubt. After all, why would he? Everything had worked out in his favor.

The contract is now terminated ended.

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[bi-writes]

Koh!Tom AU with an angel reader for the sinbin? 💜

my goodness the sinbin is open !!!

You close your eyes as you feel his breath on your neck. You press your back against the wall, licking your lips as he drags his nose along your skin, forcing you back even further into the wall, as if you could be forced back any further.

“Tom, please—” You beg, putting your hands on his shoulders. “We can’t...we can’t do this...it’s so improper, please...”

He chuckles darkly against your ear, grabbing onto your leg and hiking it around his waist.

“Normally, I might agree with an angel like you...demons and angels, such an improper union, isn’t it?” He coos, his eyes dark and red as you finally open your eyes. You gasp as he presses his hips into yours, his cock hard and pressing warmly into you. You let him lean close; you didn’t shy away this time. “But I can feel you, precious. I can smell you. And you want anything but for me to pull away from you, isn’t that right?”

You lean your head back, and you sigh as he buries one hand into a tuff of your soft feathers, the other snaking down between your bodies.

“Shh, shh...let it take over, angel,” he whispers in your ear. “Let your king teach you the wonders that heaven has robbed you of.”

“The wonders?” You whimper, and he licks up your neck, his teeth grazing the skin there. He can hear your pulse, how fast and hard your heart is working to get oxygen up and down your body. You could feel things inside of you, in your stomach and between your legs and all the way down to your toes that was beginning to leave you hot and bothered. You could not understand what was happening to you, but Tom is only soothing those feelings as his fingers touch and roam, and you want nothing more than to obey. He is a king after all...isn’t he? It would be rude to refuse...

“The wonders,” he murmurs against your soft skin. “The wonders that pleasure has to offer. The wonders that sex and all its vices bring, angel.”

“Tom, we can’t,” you beg, growing weak in his arms. 

“Don’t worry, angel,” he grins darkly, kissing you hard. “I’m going to go slow, I promise. But then, angel, I’m going to wreck you. I’m going to fuck you, and every innocent thought inside of you will be mine, and the only thing you will be able to remember is my cock.”

“Tom—!”

He forces his lips onto yours again, but you can’t help yourself. You sink into the kiss, allowing his words to swallow you whole, letting his hips rut into yours as he moves you against the wall. You rock with him as he pushes your dress up around your hips, and you look down at him as he licks his lips.

“Wreck me, Tom,” you beg, caving into the feeling that’s consuming you, like the fire between his fingers. “Just...just wreck me.”

“I knew you’d give in, darling,” he says in your ear, licking up the length of your earlobe, and you sigh in relief. “You’re hell’s angel now, aren’t you?”

[uglypastels]

Can I please get #48 with king of hell tom and angel reader? I love this clever idea and I’m so happy you tagged me in it. Thanks love! :)

I assume you mean the Spotify top 100 :) its been a while but i am mooooore than happy to write more based on that prompt list, especially since this is so oof 

prompt: #48 - Emperor’s New Clothes - Panic! At the Disco 

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You walked around the dark, gloomy hallways of the castle. You could not believe how dark everything was. Of course, you had never expected soft pastels or bright colors from in the home of the prince of darkness but... everything was just so black.

You had been here what felt like an eternity, but you still remembered how the monster had snatched you up from purgatory. 

Finders keepers, losers weepers. He had said, so mockingly. Claiming you as his. A part of you felt honored, excited, that someone so powerful (and good-looking) wanted you, but mostly, you felt horrified. 

“Well, well, well.” Your whole body froze at the sound of his voice. “What do we have here? Our for a little stroll, are we?” He sounded so smooth, like water trickling down one of those fiery red apples that he ate so often. 

“Uhm, yes,” you said, turning around to face him. “Needed to stretch my legs a bit.” You gulped for air as he neared you. It was incredible how quietly he moved. 

“In my shirt, I see?” 

“Oh?” you looked down. Indeed you were wearing one of his satin shirts. “Yes, yet it is.” 

“And who gave you permission to wear that, my angel?” He liked to mock you with that nickname since you both knew too well you were no holy spirit. Far from it actually. 

“Uhm, no one.” You mumbled as you felt his cold hand run up your side. 

“Yet you took it anyway. How bad of you.” He smirked. 

“But it feels good.” You whimper, only half talking about the actual shirt. His cold touch was sending shivers up your spine, making him chuckle. 

“So does that mean it's yours? Well,” he leaned in and kissed your neck. You bit your lip to hold in your moan. “You taste good, does that mean you’re mine, angel?” 

“You know I am,” you say, slightly annoyed at his question and the lack of contact. This only made him laugh more. 

“That’s right, Angel. All mine.”

The End  

[one-spidey-boii]

im gonna start posting my writings here

does anyone even wanna read them? it’s all tom holland and peter parker and i am not ashamed. 

[youandtom2]

just wanted to say i grew up in a very restrictive catholic environment so I think this upcoming demon!tom fic is exactly what i need to resolve the Catholic trauma 😌😌😌 I LITERALLY CAN’T WAIT!!!

Oh oh oh oh OH OH ma’am you literally are the Main Character™. I’m sorry you experienced trauma but demon!tom can certainly liberate you!! Honestly for a moment I thought I had accidentally posted it or something because damn you hit the nail on the head AND NOW I CANT WAIT FOR YOU TO READ IT

Demon!Tom x Nun!reader coming very soon. Repent while you can….

[slut4holland]

since we were blessed with these incredibly hot photos, send in smut requests for koh!tom !!!

[kenzieee000]

Sooooo I’ve decided to start writing bc I’m feeling inspired so send in some requests please!!!!!

I write for: Shawn Mendes, Harry Styles, Dolan Twins, The Holland boys (Tom, Harry, Sam, Paddy, and Harrison), and Timothée Chalamet!!

I’m comfortable with any concept for the most part so don’t be scared to send them in!

[blissfulparker]

okay but being an assistant of sorts to koh! Tom and him asking you to tend to his wings one day because they’re a mess so you’re combing thru them and cleaning them and ofcourse ur like your wings are huge, beautiful and he’d be like 😏 definitely praises you while you’re cleaning them, tells you it feels good, being a tease I bet he would hum and give you little moans and groans, calls you pet names while you did it bc he knows it turns you on I- 🥵🤯

GIRL BYE—

He would definitely have his head thrown back at one point and would be like “that feels so good darling, just like that” even though you’re just fixing the wing and your fingers would often graze his bare back and when you say the comment, “your wings are so big, so soft” he would get hard in an instant. That day you would definitely become just more than an assistant.

[johnismyreason]

Hell on Earth (one) // KOH!TomHolland x Human!Reader

Summary: Tom, Prince of Hell and only heir to the throne, is sent to Earth by his parents as a punishment. He ends up in an odd city full of the worst humans, except one, who, despite not knowing who he truly is, decides to help him.

I have this idea since this summer and I was way too lazy and busy to put it down. This is going to be a series so if you want to be tagged for next chapters, you can send it in the ask box, and also tell me what you thought of it ! I really hope you’ll enjoy it my loves :) 

oh ! also this is my thousandth post ! Thank you so much for following me and enjoying my work, it means the world to me ! 

Warnings: sort of panick attack, cursing, bad English bc I’m French and other mistakes.

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“Wait... What do you mean I’m banned ?” Tom huffed, not believing what he just heard. 

His voice resonated in the gigantic throne room where his parents, the King and Queen of Hell were sat, holding hands. The room was cold, just like every other room in this castle, even though outside the weather was hot, dry, almost stifling. 

“Tom, we asked you multiple time to take your responsibilities as the future King of Hell, and instead you kept partying, having fun, hanging out with the wrong people.” explained his father “You’re not a child anymore” Tom’s heart was beating so fast making his breath was heavy. 

The young prince was known for his love for partying, being carefree and for never taking his responsibilities. Tom was the sole heir to the throne, so he knew he wouldn’t be in competition with anyone else. However he saw that as an opportunity to do whatever he wanted, more than a heavy burden to save the honour of his family. 

He looked at his father and his mother alternately, trying to process. Tom finally stoped his sight on his mother who was as disappointed as his father. Normally, she always takes his defence, try to smooth the King’s fury, but not this time. 

“Mother...” whispered Tom full of despair, looking for help, but she only looked down, hiding her sad eyes. “Father, you can’t ban me forever ! Who’s going to be the next King ?” 

“I’m not banning you forever, my son” the King rose from his throne and walked slowly towards Tom. “I know Hell must have a King or Queen no matter what. I am banning you until the moment you are responsible, respectable and grown enough to become King.” 

“That makes no sense !” Tom exclaimed flying his hands up and looking at the ceiling. “I am responsible, respectable and grown ! I am the result of the education you taught me my whole life and-”

“You don’t speak to me like that, Thomas !” cut the King when Tom started raising his voice. “You are in no position to say anything.” Tom pinched his lips to stop him from yelling again and breathed with his nostrils. His father was now right in front of him, standing tall. “You leave immediately.” 

“Immediately ?! But... But where to ? How am I gonna live ?” 

“Earth” simply responded the King. Tom puffed the breath he didn’t he was holding, his arms getting heavier. 

“Earth ?” he repeated. His father nodded his head. “Dad...” the king flinched hearing this name. It wasn’t forbidden just... unusual. “I can’t go to Earth.” Tom’s eyes are dangerously filling with tears but he knows that letting them fall won’t change anything. “Please give me another chance, I’ll do anything-”

“You will do as I said. You will go to Earth. End of discussion.” The King turned his back to Tom and walked back to his throne next to his wife who was now slightly crying. Tom ran to his mother, fell on his knees and took her hands in his, begging her to do something. 

“Mother please, don’t let me go, I promise I will behave, I’ll be the King you’re waiting for, you’re wanting me to be. P-please...” Tom was no longer holding his tears back. The Queen withdrew her hands sharply from Tom's grasp. 

“Tom, you will go to Earth as the King ordered. You will be able to come back when you are ready to take his place.” The Queen of Hell stood up and forced Tom to do the same. They faced for a few seconds trying to speak without words. The Queen was disappointed, angry and sad to see that her son was not the young King she hoped for to see, but instead was this childish, selfish and reckless prince only interested in loosing himself in every creature and drugs he could find at parties. His mother embraced him, holding him as close as she can before he leaves. After all, he’s still her only child.

“Don’t ever disappoint me like that, Tom” she whispered in his ear. Tom shivered in her arms, felling guilty to cause her this much pain. “Find a reason to be wise. This is Hell, a kingdom. Not anarchy. I will miss you my love” she sobbed and Tom buried his face in the crook of her neck, like he used to when his heart was aching as a child. 

“Mom, please don’t let me go...” his whimpers muffled in his mother’s hair. She pulled back and took Tom’s face in her hands to look at him one last time. 

“Find her” she softly smiled. Tom looked confused at the Queen, before feeling an odd warmth in his chest. 

Looking down at it, he saw a red light consuming him rapidly spreading across his body. He stepped back and hit his chest trying to take this light off of him. He knew what it meant. He saw multiple times people getting banned from Hell. Traitors, fallen demons, even his uncle. The light was taking his whole body, there was nothing Tom could have done to stop it. He raised his frightened eyes to his parents who looked at him without any emotion, when he vanished in a flash of light dust. 

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Tom doesn’t really know how he ended up in a refrigerator but as soon as he felt the cold on his skin he bursted out of it, earning little surprised screams and confused looks from the people in the grocery store. Tom looked around before heading out running. He stopped in the middle of the road when he heard a car honking at him and stoping right before him. 

“Get out of here asshole !” screamed the driver. Tom, whom was really not accustomed to be talked like that, stretched out his hand to use his power to torture the man. But, nothing happened. 

“My powers...” he mumbled. 

“What the hell are you doing, you fucking freak ?! I said get out of here !” and almost without warning, the driver hit the gas, giving Tom just the time to push himself on the side. 

He ran to the boardwalk and started walking fast, his head turning in all directions to find an issue to this nightmare. He heard people complaining about him and his weird behaviour but he couldn’t care less. He was alone, on Earth and literally powerless. He’s used to people being around him but they were always at his mercy. The noise, the heat, he knew all about it, but what he was experiencing right now was really not as delightful as the screams of sinners begging for the torture to stop. That was music to his ear. Not this mess that sounded like the worst carnival ever. He kept walking without knowing where to, his heart beating so fast and hard against his chest. Dripping in sweat, his muscles tensed, all your senses on alert, Tom thought he was going to die. 

“Sir ?!” a sweet but worried voice took him out of his invading thoughts. It seemed like the young lady owning this chanting voice was trying to call him a few times already. “Sir, do you hear me ? Are you okay ?” she was holding his shoulders to steady him. Tom’s eyes stared at her and all of her features. She was strangely reassuring and familiar, and she gave off a light that normally would have scared him away. She kept holding his gaze until she had an answer from Tom. 

“U-uh y-yeah, yeah...” Tom stuttered. “I’m fine”

“You really don’t seem fine” she questioned, her hands still on his shoulders but her grip loosened, since Tom calmed down a little. 

“I’m just... lost” he replied. 

“Oh. Do you leave around ?” 

“Not really, no.” Tom chuckled. 

“Then, how did you end up here ?” she frowned and let her hands fall to her side, and Tom immediately missed the protecting weight of her delicate hands on his body. 

“I-I... don’t know ?” 

“You don’t know ? But- oooh, I get it” she nodded her hand side to side with a cheeky smile “partied too much uh ?” the lady chuckled. 

“Is that so obvious ?” Tom jumped on the opportunity to escape from the irrational yet real reason on why he looked like an lost elephant in the middle of the Antarctic. 

“Well... yeah.” she chuckled shrugging her shoulders. Her laugh made Tom reaching another level of calm and let himself smile back at her. “Can I help you in any way ?”

Tom couldn’t believe it. He’s been on Earth for twenty minutes and already seen the worst of it and humans, even though he lived where all the worst people end up in the after life. But she, with soft words and light hands, has managed to lower the level of absolute nightmare to bearable. 

“Um...” Tom thought of how he could tell her that he didn’t know anyone, didn’t have a place to live and couldn’t tell her where he was coming from. “No, I’m gonna be alright” he shrugged, scrunching his nose. 

“Are you sure ?” she asked surprised. “You looked pretty panicked and disoriented just a few seconds ago, I don’t want anything bad to happen to you”. Tom’s heart skipped a bit. She didn’t know him and yet she worried about him. If only she knew who he was, she would never care about me so much, thought Tom. 

“Don’t worry I got it” the curly boy responded nicely. 

“Ok... well, if you need anything, I work at the bakery down the street, at Patty’s. Don’t hesitate to come visit me.” She smiled so brightly, the light in her shone stronger, calling Tom to embrace it. 

“Thank you, this is very... nice.” Nice ? What is nice ? Tom only knew pettiness in his kingdom. 

“You’re welcome ! And don’t worry, this city looks like Hell but it’s really not that bad” she giggled. The prince rose his brows and smiled slightly at her warning. Tell me about Hell. “Well, um... bye.” she waved a little at him – and he held back the urging desire to take it in his to place a delicate kiss on it – and walked passed him, turning her head back for a final look.  

Tom sighed heavily thinking that nobody will help him anymore and that he had to find a place to sleep at least for tonight. He wandered the whole day around the city of... London ? At least that’s what he heard from other people. Why this place, though ? Who chose it for him ? Is it his father ? His mother ? A random counsellor ? The fallen prince had no answer but approximately a thousand questions. 

The sun was setting down, illuminating the London’s sky with a bright pink and purple light. People were either going home or going out to party. I could use a party, thought Tom. But he shook this idea out of his brain. He was on Earth for this exact reason. I could use a bed, actually. Without noticing it, Tom went back to the square he met... Satan, I don’t even know her name ! He thought of going to that bakery and ask her for help. Maybe she knows where he can sleep tonight. Maybe she can invite him to her place. Maybe... maybe he should not bother her with his problems. Ugh ! Tom grunted in despair and cursed his parents for the deep shit he’s in. His head turned around when he heard giggles and high heels tapping the pavement. A group of girlfriends was heading to a bar to celebrate someone’s birthday. They were pretty. Tom’s feet took the lead, and walked him towards the same bar, where music – awful music he thought – was blasting. He hesitated to go inside and then thought a drink wouldn't hurt him. He has already drunk far worse than the poor human drinks. One glass, that's all. And Tom walked into the bar, his heart racing with excitement.

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That was one drink too much. When Tom slowly emerged from his sleep, his head was banging like crazy. He squeezed his eyes open, blinded by light coming directly on his face, his hand before his sight. He then only realised where he was. Laid on a bed, his head resting on a soft pillow, under a warm blanket... naked... next to a girl, naked too... oh, actually two girls. Tom rose out from the bed. With a pillow to cover him, the party boy looked for his clothes that were spread on the floor, and put them back. That looks too familiar. He then tried to proceed to get out of the bedroom but tripped on one of the girl’s high heels.

“Damn it !” he grunted, waking up... Stacey ? 

“Uhmm Tom ? What are you doing ?” she mumbled coming out of her dreams. 

“I... go. Bye.” He opened the door and motioned out. 

“Wait ! When are we meeting again ?” she asked dropping herself with the blanket, leaving her friend fully naked. “We had a lot of fun last night” she walked closer to him, lingering a finger on his chest and biting her lip. She’s pretty. 

“Never.” He took her wrist out of his chest and said “Look, Stacey-”

“Chloe” she corrected shooting him with her eyes. 

“Shit, I knew it.” he said between his teeth. “Look, Chloe, we had fun, yes, but uhh, you see, we won’t do it again.” 

“Why ?” she looked disappointed 

“You’re not my best shot in bed. ‘Didn’t blow my mind. So, yeah... Bye !” and just like that, Tom steeped out of the appartement under a rain of insults from the now very angry girl. It always made him laugh. Playing with girls, taking what he wants from them and never apologise. 

But now what ? Back to the starting point, Tom was a wandering soul in London. His head was killing him from all of the alcohol he had. It shouldn’t be hurting him this much. Human’s beverages were poor and weak. He never understood why alcoholic sinners were so addicted to this. It’s not even good ! His feet were dragging him through the wakening city and he felt his stomach growled. 

“How the hell did I end up here again ?” Tom mumbled scratching his scalp. He was back on the square his life saver left him yesterday. It’s maybe a sign, thought Tom. A sign ? What sign ? Tom didn’t have much more time to think before his stomach screamed for food. “Guess I don’t have any other choice” he sighed and began to walk towards the bakery. 

When he arrived, the prince of Hell, discovered a bright colour painted shop, with a few tables and a window full of pastries, sandwiches and cakes. His mouth watering at the sight, he could have smashed the window and eaten it all. 

“You ? Hi !” said a melodic voice. Tom snapped his head up to look at you. What an angel.

“Hi... You remember me ?” asked Tom 

“I do, yeah ! Um, how are you doing ?” you smiled 

“Perfect !” responded enthusiastically Tom, his hands behind his back. 

“Yeah ?”

“No, I lied.” he admitted immediately, taking you by surprise. You blinked a few times not knowing what to say. “I’m in deep shit actually” 

“Umm, wow, ok... so how can I help you ?”

“First, can I know your name ?”

You shook your head lightly realizing that indeed, you never told each other’s names “Oh yeah, I’m Y/N. You ?”

“My name’s Tom, prin- just Tom” he cut himself from using the old and vanished way of presenting himself.

“Ok, just Tom,” you giggled trying to relax, “what’s next ?”

“Next, could you offer me something to eat and drink and seat with me so I can expose you my, uhh, situation”. That was bold of him to ask you to give you food when you were still strangers to each other.

But you didn’t hesitate “Sure ! What would you like ?” You demanded with the biggest smile. How is it possible to be so nice ?

“The tuna sandwich please ?” What ? I don’t even like tuna ! It’s because of that smile...

“Great ! Have a seat and I’ll join you right away” you both nodded at each other and Tom chose a table that was the farrest from the counter. While waiting for you, he fought of how he could tell you that he’s actually the Prince of Hell, whom was banned by his parents to teach him a lesson, and didn’t know why he ended up here, in London, but however he still needs a place to live for a few days, or weeks, or month... or years. Tom let out a deep breath and played with his fingers.

This is gonna be easy. Right ?

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[bi-writes]

Yay sinbin! Cock warming with Tom because you want to be as close to him as possible

Im the cockwarming anon and I meant to put with Koh!tom! sorry lol the sinbin is open !!!

You slide the pretty white dress down your legs, smiling down at him. He’s laying back on his dark silk sheets, his eyes reddening with every moment that you’re undressing, just watching his angel bloom like a flower next to him. Your wings flutter as he reaches over, touching your bare sides, looking at you as if he’d never seen anything so utterly beautiful before. And maybe he hadn’t. Tom was used to demons, used to multiple demons kissing and fucking and pleasuring him, but a single angel rose to rule them all, and it was you.

You lean down, cupping his cheeks, his hard jaw softening at your touch as you kiss him softly.

“My king,” you whisper against his lips. “Please...I just...I just need to be close to you. I’m just...I’ve been so lonely all day...”

“Oh, precious,” he murmurs, brushing your hair out of your eyes. “Don’t fret. Your king will take care of you, I promised, didn’t I?”

His eyes glow, and you nod in response, and you sigh with relief as he pulls you into his side, getting you under the covers with him. The warmth he gives off is unlike anything else, and you close your eyes as he hugs your backside to his front, so close and so tightly that nothing could fit between you.

“Oh, Tom,” you sigh, leaning your head back against his shoulder. He licks his lips at the sound of your soft breathing, and you whimper with relief as he pushes your panties to the side, pushing into you slowly from behind. Your eyes roll back in your head as he stretches you out wonderfully, and you squeak with delight when his hips meet yours from behind, his arms tightening around your body as he holds you to him.

“Fucking hell,” he groans in your ear, and you roll your hips back into his, closing your eyes.

“Don’t go, Tom,” you breathe, reaching up and tugging on his messy curls. “Just...just stay.”

He licks his lips as he puts a hand on your hip, watching as he buries himself as deep as he can inside of you. He grunts as he feels you clench around him.

“Angel...your cunt was just meant for me, aye?” He growls in your ear, and you nod, panting.

“Yes, my king...” you whisper as he kisses down your neck, his teeth grazing the skin possessively. “All for you...it’s all for you...all that I am.”

[hoefortomhoelland]

KOH!Tom x Angel!Reader where the reader is pregnant with his babies and is nervous to tell him one of them is an takes after her and is an angel

9 months ago was the time where your life changed completely. At the time of you finding out about your new pregnancy, you thought this would be the end of the world as well as the end of your relationship with Tom.

January - around 7 months ago

You nibbled in your bottom lip impatiently as you sat on the edge of the bathtub. Your hand shook slightly as you stared down at the small stick resting between your index finger and thumb.

Around this time you had began to experience the worst vomiting you had ever had in all 1,400 years of your life in Hell (200 spent in heaven). A lot a symptoms checked the pregnancy boxes and sure enough you had ascend to earth, disguise yourself as a human, meet with one of your friends and tell her about the pregnancy situation which lead her to buying you a pregnancy test.

Now here you were on the edge of the bathtub, staring down at a singular faint red line. A grateful exhale passed through your lips as you looked up at the ceiling.

“Thank fuck! How was I supposed to tell Tom?” You chuckled to yourself nervously before looking back down again where the test sat. This time, with two bold lines and ‘2 months’ written beside one another.

“Fuck! How am I supposed to tell Tom?” You yelled, dropping the test and running your fingers through your hair. “Shit, fuck-“ you repeated over and over again as you walked around in circles.

February - 6 months ago, a couple weeks after finding out you were pregnant

You sighed as you rested your head against the bathroom door, listening to Tom mumble about his day while he was sat in bed waiting for you. Your hand rested on the doorknob before turning it slowly and walking out.

“There you are. I was wondering if you had fallen asleep in there.” Tom smiled at you. “Are you okay? You look a bit pale.”

You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as an image of you violently throwing up into the toilet flashed into your head. You had to turn on the shower so Tom wouldn’t hear the sound of what felt like your inner organs being chucked into the bowl.

“Yeah, I just...” You crawled into bed and sat up straight, cross-legged.

“What?” His eyebrow twitched up.

“How would you feel about having a child?”

There was an eerie silence in the room. You heard shuffling as Tom adjusted himself and sat up straight against the headboard.

“I’m not sure. I’m constantly busy as I’m the king of Hell as are you - the queen. I just don’t think we have the time for-“

“I’m pregnant.” You interrupted abruptly.

There was another moment of silence.

“What?”

You turned around and saw Tom sat there in disbelief.

“I said I’m pregnant. Almost four months now, but I only found a couple weeks ago.” You licked your lips out of nervousness, white wings drooping slightly.

His frown formed into a smile, freaking you out.

“That’s amazing!” He replied.

“What the fuck.”

“I can’t believe we’re going to have a baby!”

“But you just said-“

“Ignore that. I’m just so happy we’re finally a happy family. After being just you and me for a thousand years I think it’s right we finally have our own little generation to raise.”

You grinned, your wings now fluttering awake out of joy.

“We’re gonna have a baby! A whole baby.” You grinned widely as you climbed on top of his lap.

“We are!”

August - the present day

Three weeks had passed since you had your baby babies. Three of them to be exact and Tom couldn’t be happier. Two boys and one girl.

Archie, Theodore and Rosie.

The two boys were a spitting image of Tom. They had teensy black horns spouting out of their heads that they couldn’t help but touch and grab onto as well as teensy black wings that matched their father’s.

However, Rosie was an exact copy of her mother. She had your eyes (but Tom’s hair just like her brother’s). But instead of black horns and wings, she had the most angelic white wings and proud white horns that were also beginning to grow slowly.

When Rosie was born, you and Tom exchanged looks before looking down at the third and final triplet.

“She’s an angel.” Tom said as he grinned proudly at his creation.

The King of Hell grew immediately to love his children unconditionally. He raised his two boys to become kings and his daughter to be just as strong. However, he always had a soft spot for her especially at times when he watched her crawl into the throne room at a just few months old, his heart would instantly burst at the sight of his small angel.