Requested by: rosenandothers
I wasn't exactly sure what you meant by everything in the request so I kinda just made some stuff up. Hope that's okay! :^)

Btw, if you want something specific in the one shot make sure to leave that in your request. It's fine if you don't, though. You just might not get what you were expecting lol.

⚠️ Warning ⚠️
Light smut and Dom!Tord
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By his friends, Tom was always considered someone who was hard to shop for. Someone who always accepted gifts gratefully but never so much as cracked a smile when given them. Unless they were really special, to which Tom would give a sort of half grin. His disinterest in gifts likely stemmed from his Jehovah's Witness upbringing, but that was a whole different ton of childhood trauma to uncover.

Edd was determined to get Tom something he would actually enjoy. And considering that his birthday was a mere few days away, he had to think quickly.

And that was when he came across a certain shop, guarded from the public eye with a series of alleyways and confusing twists and turns, he knew he'd found just that. And he was so glad he did.

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Tom and his best friends, Edd and Matt, were gathered in the latter male's living room. They sat on the couch, a little circle of presents in front on them. It was Tom's birthday, after all.

They stayed there for a while, talking amongst themselves and giggling at the strange gifts Tom's relatives had got him. They were rather odd people, after all.

Until they came across a certain gift.

"What's this?" Tom questioned, holding up a velvety black box.

Matt tilted his head, reaching out to run his fingers across the strange patterns and designs that covered it. "I dunno. But it looks like it came straight out of an emo kid's wet dream. Perfect for you, Tom."

He rolled his eyes, though it wasn't like anyone could tell due to their dark color. "Haha, very funny." He said sarcastically, elbowing Matt who giggled as he did so.

"You should open it." Edd suddenly piped up. He was leaning back against the couch, his arms crossed with a slight smirk curled on his lips.

Tom took one glance at his green clad friend, knowing immediately who it was from. "What bizarre deep web site did you pull this one from?" He asked as he attempted to undo the copper latch that had been keeping the box snapped shut.

"Remember that satanist cousin that I have? All I can say is that it was influenced by him." Edd simply shrugged as he watched Tom struggle with the box. "Like this, you idiot." He pressed on the latch until it popped open, allowing his friend to finally see what was inside.

There was a large book, it's exterior similar to that of the box's design. Except for it's cover which contained a gold inscription in some strange language.

"Wow, bathroom reading material!" Matt exclaimed, earning him a slap on the head from Edd. Poor guy.

"Look inside." He urged, watching as Tom flipped through the pages with an excited expression.

Inside were different spells and rituals, some in English while others appeared to be in that unusual language. It was truly a perfect gift for Tom, who he knew had a strong interest in the paranormal.

"Thank you, Edd. This is really cool." And he even got a small, hardly noticeable smile to go with it. What could possibly go wrong?

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A few days later, Tom had finally found the time to use the book. He was simply a skeptic who liked to mess with what seemed like fake ghosts and spirits. He never believed that any of it was real. So he figured this would be no different.

He flipped to a random page, one that he couldn't understand the name of. The only thing Tom managed to pick out was what looked like the word demon. Cool, he thought. But that was it. He placed his finger on the instructions for summoning it which were thankfully in English.

Tom grabbed the materials he needed. Salt, some paper, a knife, his own blood and lastly an item from someone that he loved. He made a little makeshift pentagram on the ground and grabbed the knife, making a small cut on his finger. He smeared the blood onto a piece of paper which he'd written his name on. Or rather, was supposed to write his name on. The little shit decided to write 'Ur mom' instead. Wow, hilarious. And along with that, instead of using an item from someone that he loved, he grabbed a large dildo which he threw in the middle of the pentagram. Don't ask why he had it. It's not important.

With all of the preparations finally finished, Tom said outside the circle and began to recite the spell that was in the book. It was, of course, in that same language he didn't understand. So he did his best to butcher every word he said.

Little did he know, his half assesd ritual would actually work.

That was confirmed by a large cloud of red smoke filling his vision, and unfortunately his lungs as well. He squeezed his eyes shut, coughing from the sudden feeling of the foreign substance.

"What the fuck..." An unfamiliar voice mumbled out, causing Tom's eyes to flutter open as he finally finished coughing. He was greeted with a tall, well built man holding the paper he'd written on. But that was when he noticed the curved red horns protruding from the man's head, and the matching set of wings and long, spiky tail that accompanied it.

The 'man', or unfamiliar hell creature, looked down at Tom with an amused sort of interest. "Ah, so you're the person who summoned me? Uhm, U... Ur mom, is it?"

Tom burst out laughing despite the situation, causing the creature to become angered. "Hey! Do you think this is some kind of joke? I could snap my fingers and have you killed in an instant, so I'd quit laughing like a dying piglet and listen up."

That got his attention. Tom crossed his arms angrily and glared up at the creature. "No, it's not my fucking name. Are you dense or something? I didn't expect this to actually work. I did it as a joke!"

"Ah, so that explains the sex toy." The creature hummed, picking it up curiously. He had a suprisingly nice accent that Tom couldn't quite place. Too bad that accent belonged to a man he'd already deemed to be an asshole. "Unless you just happen to have your deceased grandma's dildo laying around."

Tom leaped up to try and grab it, but the creature only held it over his head. "I'll give it back to you, but only if you tell me what your actual name is."

"Fine, asshole. It's Thomas, but if you call me that I'll slit your throat. Call me Tom." He dropped the dildo, watching as Tom scrambled to catch it. He actually liked that toy, not that he would admit it, and didn't want to have to wash it again.

"Alright, Thomas. I'm Tord, guardian demon of hell." Tord smirked. "Isn't that too big to fit inside you, anyway?"

"I told you not to call me that!" Tom blushed at Tord's comment, his face turning a dark crimson color. "It's n-not mine. How t-the hell would I k-know? And besides, what does guard... guardian demon even mean?"
He stuttered out.

"Well, I thought you'd already know by reading the book. But basically, people usually do this ritual to protect others, usually friends or family, from suffering so much in hell. Most of the people they do it for are really shitty, like mass murderers or child rapists. So even the people in hell like to torture them for how fucked up they are." Tord explained, shrugging.

"By giving their blood, they make it so I can come and collect their soul. But it only works if they were supposed to be going to Heaven and have lived a pure life, or else we gain nothing. They basically sacrifice themselves and get tortured instead. In return, I protect that person they care about from most harm."

Tom stared at Tord for a moment. He'd actually listened, for once. Business in Hell was surprisingly somewhat interesting. "Isn't that kind of a flawed system?"

"Maybe. But it's been working out so far." He answered, glancing down at Tom with a smug expression.

"Well, whatever. All of that aside, how the hell do I get you to leave? I'm not exactly a person wanting to sacrifice themselves to Hell. So can you just like, go?"

A chuckle emitted from the demon's throat. The sound was smooth and hearty, as if Tom's predicament was some kind of joke. Which, technically, it was. But all of that aside. "Aw, Thomas. So eager to get rid of me already?~" Tord purred, walking closer to the shorter male. To which he responded by walking backwards.

"Look, this is all a big misunderstanding and if you could just-"

"Technically, I'm not supposed to do this. But I like you, so I'll make you a deal. Let me use the dildo on you, just once, and I'll leave you alone."

"HELL NO!"

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Over the course of the next week, Tom learned a lot about the demon who he seemed to never leave him alone. There were two main things. One, Tord doesn't understand what no means. And two, apparently having your own personal demon means no one can see them but you.

And boy, had Tord been using that to his advantage.

There was one instance in particular, in which Tom was attempting to hang out with his friends despite the constant presence of the demon who'd been hovering behind him. Mid conversation, he decided it would be a great idea to start rubbing Tom's thighs. And he could do nothing about it, too afraid that Edd and Matt would think that he was crazy if he started swatting away the invisible hand of a demon. And Tord knew this.

His hand traveled under Tom's jeans and right on top of the growing bulge in his boxers. He began to palm it slowly, teasingly. Until he accidentally moaned and had to make up some excuse about needing to go home.

So basically, Tord sucked.

And that wasn't the worst of it. He'd do this constantly, kissing at Tom's neck when he was waiting in line to buy groceries and subtly jacking him off when he was attempting to drive.

And to make matters worse, Tom was actually enjoying himself. He hadn't been touched like this in forever, and Tord was fulfilling a need he didn't know he had. Or rather, had forgotten about. But he knew in order to actually lead a normal life, he couldn't have a demon constantly harassing him like this.

So one night, just as he was getting into bed (Tord was sitting on the floor, much to his dismay. Because apparently humans need this thing called sleep.) Tom finally broke.

"Tord, can you get something from the closet for me?" He asked quietly, anticipation and nervousness in his voice.

"What am I, your glorified slave?" But nonetheless, he got up and walked to the closet. Pulling the door open, he looked back over at him. "There's a lot of shit in here. What exactly do you need?"

Tom swallowed visibly. "T-The dildo."

Tord immediately smirked, grabbing the toy from the place Tom had shoved it previously. "Couldn't hold back any longer? Am I that irresistible?"

"Shut the hell up and fuck me already." He commanded, spreading his legs and quickly pulling off his boxers.

The brunette turned on his heel, walking back over to Tom and climbing on top of him. "Not yet. Be patient, Thomas." His hands were already going up his shirt. It wasn't long until his mouth was on Tom's nipple, biting it lightly. One hand was teasingly squeezing at his thighs while the other massaged the neglected nipple.

"The-" Tom cut himself off, moaning quietly from all the pleasant sensations. "T-The deal was that you used the dildo on me. Not t-that you did all th... fuck... this extra stuff!"

Tord hummed in response, pulling his lips away from Tom's nipple. "But you aren't telling me to stop, are you?~" When he responded by flipping him off and moaning once again, he simply continued with his actions. He didn't tell him to stop, so he assumed it was fine. Tom would tell him if he didn't like something. He was very vocal.

So he moved his attention to his neck, kissing at the skin until he'd found what he was looking for. Tom's sweet spot. That was affirmed by a small shiver and soft moan. He bit down on it suddenly, getting him a squeak from his trembling partner.

He licked up the small amount of blood that had pooled in the spot, sucking on it until he'd created a bruise dark enough to satisfy him. And Tom too, apparently. Who whined when Tord pulled away from his neck.

He peered down at him with both worry and slight curiosity. "You alright?"

"M-More." Tom pleaded quietly, which was a good enough answer for the smirking Norwegian.

He reached to Tom's exposed length, wrapping a hand around it. Tord began to stroke him off at a slow pace. He'd occasionally speed up and immediately slow down again, his lips still pressed against his neck. Tom was biting his lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to prevent any needy moans from slipping through. But they did, more than he'd like to admit.

After all the teasing, even Tord was beginning to grow impatient. He pressed his fingers against Tom's closed lips, watching as said male eyed him with a confused gaze.

"Suck." He demanded simply, to which Tom surprisingly decided to do. He obediently sucked at Tord's fingers, coating them in a thin veil of his own saliva.

Tord pulled his fingers out and shook them off. He pressed a digit into Tom, watching as he squirmed around but otherwise gave no sign of discomfort. It was an odd feeling, but he could manage.

Taking this as a good sign, he began to slowly push the finger in and out. Tom looked up at him warily, a small noise leaving him but not much else.

This continued on as he added yet another finger. Tom occasionally moaning, but mostly looking confused and uncertain of what was happening. Until finally, Tord was able to reach a certain spot.

A spot that sent Tom reeling, yelling out with pleasure as he grabbed onto the demon's shoulders. "Fuck!~" He breathed out and threw his head back into the pillows.

"Found it." Tord hummed giddily, chuckling at the glare he received when he pulled his fingers out. "Hey, you should be grateful. I'm giving you exactly what you wanted."

He picked up the dildo, which had been abandoned on the bed for a little while. Apparently demons just carry around lube, as Tord pulled some out of his pocket and rubbed a generous amount along the surface on the toy. It was long and thick, like his actual di-

Tom waited, aroused and annoyed beyond belief. Whines and little noises left him in a steady stream. "Hurry u-up already!"

And to his shock, Tord actually complied. Maybe a little too quickly then he wanted, because in a matter of seconds the entire length of the dildo had been pushed inside of him. He let out a noise that was near screaming at the sudden intrusion, tears pricking at the corner of his black eyes.

Only then did he take some pity on Tom. He left him like that for a bit, rubbing his sides slowly as he pulled him into a surprisingly gentle kiss. As they pulled apart, he finally seemed to have adjusted. "Please." He whispered in a needy, strained voice.

That was enough to send him over the edge. He began to thrust the dildo in and out of him, watching as he withered with pleasure. Incoherent pleas and mumbles came from Tom as Tord quickened his movements, nearly sending him over the edge.

"MORE! P-Please, please! I need it so badly!" He begged, watching as Tord began to sped up again. "Tord! T-Tord! I'm so cl.. close! Don't stop!"

Tord was quite literally moving the dildo at an inhuman pace, considering he was a demon and all. And once he noticed that Tom was on the edge of cumming, he stopped and pulled it out.

Tom glanced up at him as the room seemed to spin from the pleasure he'd been previously experiencing. "Why... w-why did you stop?" He whimpered out, thighs still trembling from being on the verge of a release.

"The deal was that I used this on you, not that you got to cum from it." The sly demon hummed, grinning. "Until we meet again, Thomas. You know how to summon me." And with that Tord disappeared into another cloud of red smoke.

Worst of all?

He took the dildo with him.

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