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[euphoricdreamsidreamabout]

Forbidden (Devil!Tom Holland X Angel!reader)

Summary: Both of us, contrast....but will it work out at last?

Since thousands of years the demons and angels have been enemies. But there is one day when the people from the dark, from the land of sins and the people from the heavenly kingdom, the celestial city and the good-doers come together. This day was solely for the purpose that there is a bond between hell and heaven and this only happened once an earth year.

It was compulsory for you to go, being the eldest princess and the future ruler of heaven. You along with your sisters loved this day but there was one thing the four of you dreaded. The cocky and smug smiles of the princes and right hand man of hell.

They were literal hell.

Tom, the eldest prince, had been teasing and flirting with you since as long as you can remember. Sure he was confident ,strong, intelligent, handsome but it was annoying. All 4 of them Tom, Harry, Sam and Harrison had been doing this with all 4 of us me , Grace , Hope and Lily.

You looked in the mirror and smoothed out your white off shoulder dress . Sighing you readied yourself for the day ahead. You knew by the end of the day your heels would have killed your feet and you would be exhausted but weirdly you were excited to get annoyed by him.

You took your purse and went outside your room where you met Grace. “Hey grace, you look good. Trying to impress someone? "You asked teasingly. “No” she said sheepishly. “Alright , I will say that to Harry when I meet him. "You smirked and chuckled while walking away. You always loved to tease her.

As soon as you set foot outside the castle a breeze of fresh air hit your face. You looked around and saw all the angels chattering and laughing with each other. There was a sense of excitement and joy in the air. Looking at them made you smile. Your mother always said that you were gonna be a good ruler, that you had a kind heart and it belonged to the citizens. But what if your heart also belonged to someone else ?

Tom's POV:

The ceremony had started a while ago. It was happening in the place between heaven and hell , Nowhere, yep that was the name because it was neither in heaven , hell, or earth.

I saw the boys at a bar (obviously arranged by hell) chatting and catching up.

" Hey mate . How are you?"I asked Harrison who was sitting beside Tuwaine who was drinking a lemonade. Huh angels.

" I'm fine bro what about you, future king? he teased.

"Not so well, mom wants me to marry a rich girl . She has been sending out invites, basically my bodyguards to their house and threatening them”

“Do you have a girl in mind?” Harrison mused.

“You know what keep that thought in mind” looking distracted Tom gazed in the distance “be back in a min”.

Tom stood up and walked towards the weeping cherry tree under which you stood with all your beauty and glory.

Y/N PoV :

“Hey love , long time no see” I heard a familiar voice saying.

“I don’t wanna see you anytime” I said while looking up at him . God he had definitely changed. “Oh , you hurt me with those words darling” he said in faux offence.

I looked at him in a ‘really’ sort of way. “What do you want Holland?”

“ oh nothing just wanted to talk to the pretty girl under the tree”He said smugly.

“Thomas,you are wasting my time I have to go talk to the council members". You rolled your eyes and started walking away. You felt a grip of a callous hand on your wrist and looked back at Tom.

“I know , I know it’s just” he sighed and continued “you know how our parents are like sworn enemies of each other, we can change that, we are the future rulers of heaven and hell. We can bring both sides together. Look around Y/N everyone looks so happy together and i know that hell is for the people who sinned but maybe we can make this celebration a week longer."

“And how are we gonna do that?”You asked .

“Well since we are the prince and princess we should team up and start thinking about this. I was thinking of starting with taking you around somewhere, maybe on Earth," He sheepishly said " But this is just for um royal purposes and nothing else" He rambled on.

You chuckled but slowly your smile faded away.

"I know this will shock you but I would have gone with you under different circumstances Tom".

"What do you mean different circumstances?"

"Tom , an angel and a demon can't date. I'm pretty sure you knew that. It's forbidden" You said sadly.

"Well who said anything about dating each other?" He chuckled though you could see the hurt envelope his face as much he is trying to hide it.

"I'm sorry Tom, I know you just want to date me and maybe this celebration thing is a bonus , but as I said before , it's forbidden."

"Just one chance Y/N" He whispered sadly.

"Tom listen to yourself! how are we going to do this? we both have duties to attend to. We both have an angel or a demon beside us at all times, we can't even sneak out. And even if we do we might get caught which might ruin our reputation and-" suddenly you felt his soft lips on yours. Returning the kiss you pulled him closer by his collar.

"What was that for?" You asked quietly.

"To tell you that I will do anything to get with you, so wanna try this?" He asked but you could see the mischief in his eyes "especially after that kiss?"he continued and returned back to his normal state.

"I was gonna say yes but now i will have to reconsider" you teased and smiled.

[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  

[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--” 

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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!”

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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

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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."

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Your Soul To Take (King of Hell! Tom Holland x Reader) Series Masterlist

Warnings: Smut…lots of it in upcoming chapters. Angst, brat kink, mild degradation kink, uhh honestly its angsty and smutty

Summary: Looking for a change of pace, you turn to the forbidden side of the city for a night of defiance and fun. Unknowing to you that who was hiding there was the one you had believed to be merely a myth. Now, you’ve come face to face with the devil himself, offering you a deal which you can’t get out of. As you begin to fulfill your half of the deal, you find yourself confronting exactly why you were forbidden from His dark side.

CHAPTERS

Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two  Chapter Three   Chapter Four   Chapter Five  Chapter Six   Epilogue

MOODBOARDS

Moodboard One

Moodboard Two

Mooboard Three

Mooadboard Four

Moodboard Five

Moodboard Six

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My Beautiful Queen

Pairing - King of hell Tom Holland x Angel Reader

Summary - King Tom adoring His Queen, treating her to breakfast and the married couple being fluffy towards each other, being so in love. 🥰

Warnings - Only one swear word and Consent to helping get dressed. Nothing detailed around smut just fluff, Kisses and cuddles.

A/N - please let me know if you like it, I’ve worked pretty hard on this one shot. I am writing many more, even going to build a masterlist after content has been written.

Word count - 1.4K+

Tom felt the heat from his room being hotter than usual sensing that his Queen was laying in the soft, black satin fabric sheets. He saw her wrapped around the sheets, tucked away from Hell, peacefully sleeping. He walked over to the bed, crawling under the sheets to wrap his arm around her delicate, precious skin/body.

You stirred to the feel of half cold, half warm, large hands wrapping around your waist. Relaxing into his loving touch, which is only for you to feel. No soul has ever left a feeling into The King Of Hell, except for a particular gorgeous, fallen Angel. Who he knows he can not resist.

Tom pulls the sheets over his queen’s and his body, pulling her really close into his toned chest. Smirking at the way she reacts, so full of shock, wonder and innocence.

Tom nozzles his nose into your ear. “Hello, My Queen, your so precious and beautiful laying in our bed.” He whispers smiling into your ear. Softly, Kissing the top of it. Sweeping some of your soft baby hairs behind your ear. Looking into your beloved, beautiful eyes. You giggle, because it tickles, giving you butterflies into your core.

“Mmm, Fuck, I can’t get enough of you, Darling,” Tom gushes over you pepping kisses on your cheeks, lips and face. “Hello, My King your very handsome and so sweet.” You giggle. Now his turn to have kisses all over his face.

“I came to have breakfast with you, my love.” Tom smiles taking your smaller hand into his larger one. “We need to get you dressed, Darling.” You look down to see that your still in your night gown. “Come, I’ll get you dressed,” Tom picks up a dress from your wardrobe. Wrapping his arms around you to lift up your night gown.

“Is this ok, my love.” Tom asks permission, which was so sweet even though he didn’t need it.

“yes, Tommy.” You smile, at his chocolate, brown eyes. They give you warmth and comfort.

“Arms, up,” He lifts up, pepping kisses along your skin. “Your so beautiful, My Queen.” Pulling you in for a kiss. The night gown drops to the floor. You enjoy the feeling of his strong, toned arms wrapped around your waist. “Now let’s put on your dress, sweetheart,” you giggle at his sweet voice because he usually demanding, intimidating being The King Of Hell.

Tom picks up your dress and slips it on you. “Gorgeous, look at the mirror.” Tom points towards the mirror, wrapped his arms around your body. Feeling a chill down your open back. Tom kisses your neck and shoulder, “My Strong, Stunning Queen.” “Let’s go get breakfast then.” You nod. Taking his hand down the hallway.

Going down the stairs gracefully together, their is demons swarming in the hallways. Tom gives a hard glare to say do not look at his Queen if it’s not respecting her. Still feeling his hand rubbing into yours, smoothing yours to calm you down as you walk together to the dinning room.

Large doors open to a grand dinning table with a lot of breakfast foods. Tom pulls out your chair for you sit down, pushing your chair inwards towards the table. He kisses your cheeks, “enjoy, sweetheart.” He sits down himself.

You stare at all the food, there are so many favourites. Pretty shocked at how much choice there is, considering that heaven only had a couple of choices. Tom looks up to your shocked expression “Is there something wrong, my love? Is there anything else you would like?” Tom worries, caressing your arm.

“Wha-t,” looking confused, “No, this is amazing, thank you Tommy.” Looking into his eyes full of love. “There isn’t anything I can ask more of.” You shyly said looking down. Tom takes his finger to lift your head up, “if you say so sweetness, if there is please tell me, I’m here for you, always. Your welcome, my love.” Tom softly kisses you on your lips. “What would you like, Darling?” Smiling bashfully at his queen.

You look at the croissants and even the yogurt in awe. “Would you like a croissant and yogurt? What about some chocolate chips?” You nod to shy to answer. Tom places them on your plate. You kiss his cheek to say thank you. Even thou you can get your own food, you still appreciate his kind offerings of doing even the smallest of things for you. He took you in cared for you, loved you. Always have and always will.

Tom picks his own food having the same. He picks up a strawberry taking a bite of it. You lick your lips to taste the yogurt but more interested in watching Tom eat the strawberry. His tongue licking the juices, so sweet and tasty.

Tom notices it you stopped eating briefly to watch him. “Would you like a taste? Darling,” Tom gestures the strawberry near your plumbed, pure lips. You make good eye contact and take a small bite of the fruit, licking your lips with your devilish tongue. “It’s sweet and tasty, isn’t it.” Tom asks smirking. You giggle at his comments.

You pick up another strawberry putting it near his lips. He takes a bite, quite liking the fact that your feeding him something. He kisses you with so much passion, his thoughts going wild.

So innocent and cute he thought in his corrupted mind. You make him feel better and alive than he ever felt through his 1500+ years, he’s been The King Of Hell. Someone to love, care and share the throne with is something that, he feels like is so special. He is very grateful for his Queen. He loves everything that comes with you as a person/angel and his Queen. protecting and holding you until the end of time, fills his heart with love and warmth than the hatred and coldness in Hell.

“Are you full, Darling?” “Don’t want, my Queen hangry.” He jokes, laughing. You give him a death glare. “Yes, says you. When poor Tommy doesn’t get his food he goes crazy.” You joke back, giggle interrupting your words. Tom smiles dragging your chair closer to his. “Well your the only one, who is allowed to say such things, my Queen.” Tom whispers kisses your neck/shoulders. Arm wrapped around your mid drift. You shiver missing his touch as he moves to stand up.

He swiftly picks you up bridal style. You playfully screams. “Tom, oh my gosh.” You giggle. “Put me down I must be really heavy.” “Sweetheart, your ridiculous. For one your not heavy at all, beautiful inside and out. For two you must be forgetting, I’m way stronger than anyone who is alive and breathing.” Tom chuckles. Kissing you, sweetly.

Softly laying you down on your bed, feeling the velvet, smooth sheets. It’s like laying on a cloud. Sighing, you reach out for your king. Pulling his waist towards you. “I want to feel your wings.” You insisted to tom, smiling

“You want to feel my wings?” Tom reply’s deep in thought giving a smile back. You nod “uh-mm”

He kisses you on the lips, so tender and sweet. You bring your hand up to lightly, Caress his wings. Tom soon relaxes to your touch as he still giving you kisses.

“It feels so good, even if it’s a simple touch,” Tom sighs, “you are so beautiful, Darling. And all mine.” Tom smirks playfully, winking at you.

“Mmm, Your all mine too.” Confidence is key, but Tom will guide you if needed.

“Indeed, sweetheart.” Kissing your temple.

“Your wings are divine, so majestic.” You compliment him.

“Shhh,” Tom bring his finger up to his lips. “Not as much as yours, My Queen.” Kissing your cheek, and then shoulders. He quickly flips you around, not even battering an eyelash. Your now sitting on him, not you laying underneath him.

“My turn, I love relaxing you, My Queen.” Tom whispers into your shoulder as he giving you butterflies. he touches your now Dark Grey Wings, once white and pure but becoming Queen has changed them for the better.

“Mmm,” you sigh completely relaxed, laying into his chest more. His other arm wrapped around your waist protectively holding you up on his lap, against his chest. Kissing your shoulders and neck. It tickles a bit because some of his curls fall down on your skin as he kisses you. You giggle with grace. Tom chuckles, loving how he can make you feel.

“I love you so much, My Darling, My Gorgeous Queen.” Tom says, smiling full of delight.

“I love you so much too, My loving Tommy, My King.” You reply, full of the same delightful smile.

Kissing him on the lips.

[spideybrie]

SCREAMING SO LOUD WTF

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Something about him🥵

[hollandsmushroom]

Hey! can i get a request for koh! tom or mob!tom where he scares the reader and has to apologize and gets all soft bc he hates the idea of the reader fearing him

OH MY GOD! I am so obsessed with this, I love this so much, it is pretty good in my opinion.

I also just found out I love writing for King of Hell Tom! Hope you enjoy.

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Word Count: 1146

Your dress dragged against the floor as you walked, your nail scratching along the cold stone walls of the corridor that led to the throne room. It was chilled in the castle, something you never expected of hell but your skin was coated with goose bumps. The ornate Iron doors to the throne room were pushed open, a red rug unfurled out across the cobblestones. There were demons dressed in black suits, their eyes nothing but the abyss as their irises extended out to fill their whole eyes. They were gathered in a small semi-circle around the throne, nothing but a shiny black leather shoe showing of your love. You swayed slowly as you moved down the carpet, many demons dispersing out of your path further exposing Tom on his throne. His face was screwed tight as he growled towards Crowley, something about not fucking up again. Crowley looked scared, a demon being scared was something that you never thought you would see but your time in hell has changed many things, the first being your perception of the devil. With a flick of his wrist the demons dispersed, some walked out, averting their gaze from you as you stood in your blood red glory, some simply turned into crimson smoke dispersing through the intricate metal grates on the floors and walls.

“Hello King” you lilt, climbing the short steps to stand in front of Tom but his blackened eyes refused to meet yours. “Tom?” you asked again, reaching out for him but pulling away when he finally met your eyes. They were hard, impossible, everything about him always softened when you were around, but no, they were like granite, a diamonds edge cutting into your good mood.

“What?” His voice was sharp and came out like a hiss, like you had always imagined a devil with a forked tongue to sound, but this wasn’t The Devil, this was your devil, or was he, something about him was fundamentally off and it was throwing you.

“I just wanted to come say hi” you uttered, feeling impossibly small as he stood up to his full height, red leather like wings spreading out behind him, they snap against the air, the noise thrashing against your eardrum yet you stand strong, he was your Tom for afterall.

“Why would you think that I wanted you to come say hi?” his voice was a growl that made your skin crawl, everything felt incorrect.

“You usually like it when I come say hi, you-” you were cut off.

“Can you just shut the fuck up for a minute!” He screamed, his face red with anger and a vein popping from the column of his neck, he lunged forward when he yelled, not threateningly, but enough to make you jump back, the sound of your heels scratching against the ground was what alerted him to your flinch, eyes too emblazoned with rage to focused on how much he was scaring you. His face fell when he realized the dramatic change in distance that you had put between the both of you, his heart clenching as he saw your pinched features, eyes rimmed with tears as your breathing became slightly ragged, your pointed nails digging into your palm as you clenched and unclenched your fists anxiously, you were scared, he didn’t like it when you were scared. You were scared, and it was because of him and it felt like the bottom had fallen out of his world as he watched you wordlessly turn your back on him and rush out. He called out your name, trying to follow you but you were quick. The train of your dress disappearing around a corner in a fork in the hallway before he could see which way you were going. Pausing he examined his options, dark stone halls that may or may not lead to his love, one had to, but one must also assume that you desired to me alone, to lick your wounds. Falling back he let his back collide with the wall, his wings returning to press against his shoulders in the time it took for him to sway against the stone, letting his head fall between his legs in shame.

His day passed slowly as his skin burned hotter than the fires outside the door. It was anger and shame that was pouring through his veins. The emotions changed eventually, morphing to worry, worry of if you would forgive him, or if this was it, had this strained your relationship. The worries of if the both of you were okay but that faded when you didn’t return. He had demons searching the castles of hell for you high and low, he was in on the action as well. Every demon that came back with bad news that you weren’t located yet was nearly incinerated on the spot, and if he had had the time they would have all been nothing but a spot of sulfur on the ground. It was when more demons had come and gone than Tom would have been able to count that he considered where you might have been. His feet immediately carried him to the top tourette of the castle, he found you sat on the ground, your back leaning against the wall, your eyes opening as you heard his footsteps approaching, pushing yourself away from him making his heart break.

“Y/n” he whispered, his voice hoarse from the yelling orders, desperately trying to locate his love.

“You here to tell me to fuck off again?” you hiss looking up at him through swollen tear stained eyes.

“Love” he whispered, falling to the ground in front of you as he reached out to you but you once again pulled away.

“What, you want me here now?” though your words were harsh you seemed slightly softened at his presence the apologetic air was flowing off of him.

“Love, I-I always want you, I am sorry, please, please don’t be scared of you, I can’t have you being scared of me, the whole world is already” he was breaking apart in front of you and no matter how much his words had hurt you earlier you could feel in your heart how much he had hurt himself by hurting you.

“Tom, I don’t fear you” You assured, reaching out to him and cupping his cheek, raising his head from the position that he had hung it in in shame. “I could never fear you, just don’t you dare talk to me like that again, or you will see which one of us can truly raise hell” You press your forehead harder against his, uniting your lips softly in a kiss of assurance.

“My queen of hell” he sighed, pulling his lips from yours but pulling you close by your neck, not ready to let you go now.

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┍ your soul to take by @heyhihellowhatsup0 ┙

[blissfulparker]

Can you please write something with KOH Tom or mod Tom where reader and Tom get into a fight and Tom just starts destroying the fuck out of things but reader is so use to it so she’s just standing there like “Are you done” “can we talk like adults or are you going to continue your temper tantrum”

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It first started with the beautiful vase that was just imported last month crashing into the wall. You stare at Tom with a dead glare, waiting for his fit to cool down.

“I’m going to fucking kill him.” His words strong, echoing off the wall in a deeper tone as his anger got worse. The maids hid, any smart demon ran off during this time as the flames from hell grew hotter with Toms temper.

It started slow, you had ran into someone in the halls. Toms demons weren’t nice, they were in hell for an obvious reason but this one got too close to you. Someone else reported it and you told Tom what happened, angry, tom now threw a fit.

“Oh will you stop being so—“ you were cut off by the sound of a glass cup crashing into the wall. “Enough tom!” You shout over him and he stops to stare at you.

“Why are you so calm? Don’t tell me you liked—“ he starts and you groan.

“Never! You won’t listen to me! I-I’m trying to make friends here tom and no, that man was not the ideal person but I-I can’t have you kill just everyone who talks to me! I’m not a pet Tom. Now are you done? Is the king of hell done having his temper tantrum?” You give him a fake pout and he nearly picks up something else but that only makes you right.

“I just don’t need you getting hurt.” He cooled himself. You walk over to him and hold out his hand, his hand has blood all over them from the broken glass.

“And I want you getting hurt? We’re having this conversation about the way you act but not having it after you just destroyed your office.” You look around and see all the broken things. “Stop acting like the villain everyone makes you to be for one second and just be my tom.”

“What if I am the villain everyone expects me to be?” He has a furrowed brow look and you shake your head.

“Not everyone expects that, not me.” You sigh as you turn around. “Now if I hear that you hired one of your maids to clean your mess up for you no sex for a week.” You step over a broken chair.

“W-I-That’s not fair.” He follows you and you shrug.

“Cry about it.” Was all you said as you took tom back into the room and treated him for his wounds. They were minor and he healed quickly for being immortal. The man had felt much worse, a few glass shards were nothing.

Maybe on earth, in heaven, he was the bad guy. Maybe to some of his demons he was the bad guy but here…he was not your villain. He was the love of your life, the light in this hell hole. May he wear the darkest wings and possess the darkest power, he was all yours and you were all his.

[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 !!!

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Heaven and hell

Summary: KOH!tom (king of hell for those who don’t know) and reader were chosen when they were born to be the rulers of hell when they died but things don’t always go as planed.

Warnings: mentions of death, car crashes, and slight mention of car sex. I think that’s it lmk if I missed anything. Also please give credit if you use the photo because I have edited it.

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Life with Tom was amazing, every time you kissed it was like your first kiss all over again. The two of you had known each other since freshman year in high school, it went from study dates at the library, to being each other’s first kiss under the bleachers of the football field, to taking each other’s virginity in the back of his mustang convertible.

After you graduated, Tom continued his acting career while you went off to college. Every time he had a few days off he would come see you and it did get hard to be so far away when he was filming but everything worked out and you eventually bought a house and moved in together.

A year after you got married, you were on your way home from work when a deer ran onto the road in front of you, you swerved to try and miss it but your tires slid which caused you to hit a tree on the side of the road, and by the time the paramedics got there, you were gone.

When the cops showed up at his door to tell him the news, it felt like they had ripped his heart out of his chest and stomped on it.

People would always tell him that he’d find someone else, but he didn’t want someone else, he wanted you because the two of you were destined to be together, to rule hell together.

About 20 years later, Tom was on his way home from Harry’s place when he was hit by a drunk driver and killed instantly. He went to heaven, received his wings, and was told about his role in hell. He didn’t see you when he was there so he figured you were maybe waiting for him in hell, but you weren’t.

Thousands of years went by, and Tom had heard all the rumours about him, they said that he was heartless because no one had ever heard his heartbeat, not even haz.

Haz was his right hand man, he had always been there for tom, on earth and in hell but that’s what confused him, he got haz back, why didn’t he get you? he thought about it every night before telling himself that you were too much of an angel for hell, then he’d cry himself to sleep.

One morning, haz woke Tom up, telling him there was someone who needed to see him m, he told haz to tell whoever it was to fuck off because everyone knew not to bother Tom when he’s trying to sleep but haz insisted.

A few minutes of begging and an annoyed groan later, Tom finally decided to get up just to see what was so important that it couldn’t wait till later, but then he saw you.

He stopped in his tracks and stood there, staring at you like an idiot so you slowly started walking towards him, you stopped right in front of him and slowly wrapped your arms around his waist in a hug while haz watched as tom bit his lip to try and hold back the tears, but it wasn’t working so instead he hid his face in your shoulder and cried.

Eventually, you moved back to tom’s bedroom where he asked you how you were here and you told him that when you were killed in the car accident, you were supposed to wait in hell for tom, but after you got your wings, the angels could tell you were terrified so they told you that you could wait in heaven instead then go to hell with tom once he came to get his wings but time in heaven and hell work differently than on earth so by the time tom came to get his wings it had only been 20 years on earth but in heaven it had been 2000000 years…

Tom wasn’t even listening at that point all he cared about was the fact that you were there with him for the first time in 40000000 years,

Then he started thinking about something, you and him were in the afterlife which meant you were immortal, which also meant you didn’t need to breathe, which meant…

The amount of times haz caught you with your tongues down each other’s throats after that day was unbelievable.

Tagging people who I think might want to read this:

@greenorangevioletgrass @tommysparker @devils-on-both-my-shoulders @duskholland

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Epilogue

Summary: when your friend makes a deal with the devil for his own means. What will happen when he pays you in return, what will uncover about your true nature?

Warnings: language and sex hints

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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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