#koh!tom

[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.

@capital-koreasofia @marvelhasmyheart235 @iluvdeja

@quaksonhehe

[hollandcrush]

Would you do King Of Hell Tom seducing innocent angel reader with his muscles and dirty talk? And then even though she knows she's basically selling her soul by doing it, she can't resist, and she gets on her knees for him, and he's talking about how she belongs to him now, as he makes her choke on his c*ck?? (blushes)

this is my first attempt at writing koh!tom, i am nervous :))) hope it is okay but idk i tried. nsfw content minors dni. sorry for any mistakes and bad writing. but enjoy x

give into the darkness

word count: 1,677

warnings: smut (18+), darkish!tom, innocent!reader, slightly manipulative, innocent kink, praise, dirty talk, possessive, blowjob, slight aftercare.

An annual event brought good and evil together every year. It was a tradition for thousands of years, the angels of heaven and angels of hell meet to try and persuade one another to transition to the other side. It began when the angels would escape to only never return. This event diminished the temptation as they could experience the other world for a single night. The Kings and Queens used the opportunity to negotiate, to ensure peace between the two sides.

It was held in a neutral location to make sure there was no advantage. Walking into the castle, your eyes scanned the extravagant decor. High ceilings, cold concrete plastered the walls and floor, some red details warmed the room. Black wings mixed with white ones as the owners mingled. This was not your first time here, however, you had no intentions of switching sides.

Wanting away from the busy crowd, you climbed up the steep stairs trying to avoid people. Reaching the upper floor, you rested against the railing watching the scene unfold below you. A sense of disgust as you watched your fellow angels laugh and giggle with the enemies.

A shiver suddenly struck through your body. Unknown to you, a powerful figure was approaching you. A hand grabbed the railing beside you, the long fingers wrapping around the timber. Silver rings decorated the digits. “Don’t like to party little one?” A deep voice asked causing your breath to hitch.

Slowly turning to the man, a weird feeling swarmed your body. His clean black suit matched his wings. Jaw was sharp, eyes dark. Hair was gelled back letting you get a good look at his face. Eyes widened when you recognised the man. The King of Hell. Thomas Holland. You wanted to run, but something was keeping you there. It was if you were in shock, an internal panic filled your stiff stature.

“Your Queens don’t teach you well. You should always respect a King.” He informed, his broad body shadowing over yours, making you feel small. As if you even wanted to leave, you could not.

“I am sorry. I don’t see the point of such an event.” You confessed, scared that possible lies would lead to persecution.

A small laugh slipped from him, surprised at your honesty. Usually, the angels would agree to anything and everything he said. You were going to be a little more tough to conquer. His eyes slowly and evidently admired your body, licking his lips in the process. The weird feeling pinged between your legs, not use to the attention he gave you. His hand glided towards yours, fingers grazing your skin. “That’s very bold of you. I am a host after all. I expect all my guests to be grateful.”

You swallowed air, staring down his hollow eyes. Something gravitated you towards the man, an unknown force. “I am sorry. I hate lying.” You mumbled, looking down fixing your simple white silky dress.

Charmingly, he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, forcing you to look at him. “Follow me angel, I know somewhere a little quieter.”

Everything in your body screamed no, don’t go. But something, something deep within, made you follow the man through the narrow corridors. It was like a maze, twisting and turning, until you finally stood outside this tall door. It was modern compared to the rest of the place, gold detail outlined the black paint. His hand was placed on the large knob, turning it slowly. You could feel his eyes burn into the side of your face, you refused to look at him.

The door creaked open, welcoming you to a large room. Taking a step in, you felt wrong. Your conscious falling out from under the spell. Spinning around to escape, you thumped against his hard chest. Hands grasped at his arms to prevent you from falling backwards. “Where are you off to? I haven’t shown you around yet. Stay I insist.”

You nodded weakly, feeling his muscles contract against your touch. He closed the door, guiding you into the dimly lit room. It was grand, expensive. Tom walked to the bar, picking up a glass from behind the counter, pouring himself a neat whiskey. “You want a drink darling?” He queried, eyebrow quirked as he took a sip.

“No, um, no thanks. I-I don’t drink.” You stuttered, his presence beginning to scare you. 

He rolled his eyes, sitting on the bed, patting the mattress beside him indicating you to take a seat. Not wanting to cause anymore anger on his part, you obliged, carefully sitting beside him. “You are a pure little thing aren’t you?” He chuckled.

Silence filled the air. “I know you are tempted; you don’t have to lie to me.” He purred, fingers tracing your waist. “I can feel it, the heat between your legs. I can see the lust in your eyes.”

Your breathing stopped as his hot breath hit your neck. Lips pursed together refusing to admit he was right. “Let go.” He hummed, lips hovering over your neck.

“I can’t.” You whimpered, resisting the urge. 

He stood up, towering over your small frame. His hands worked to remove his suit jacket, before unbuttoning his shirt. One by one, slowly, teasingly exposing the skin underneath. Finally, the material was gone. His defined abdomen meeting your eyes. Your breaths became heavier, taking in every detail. How you could see the ripples in the muscles on his chest. Or the way the skin dipped between each section of his abs. His pelvic bone sharp, trailing down to his strained cock that hid under the tight suit pants. 

Thighs were clenched together, eyes refusing to move from the sculpture that stood in front of you. He placed a hand on your cheek, thumb caressing the skin. “Do I turn you on. Is there a tingle in between those pretty thighs. You feeling a little hot?” He teased; a smirk engraved in his face. “Answer your King, truthfully.”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me? Do you want this?” 

“Yes.” 

A grin spread across his face, proud he got you to crack. “I am going to ruin you princess. Never gonna be that little innocent angel anymore. Get on your knees.” He instructed, intently watching you as you followed his orders.

The hard floor caused an ache in your knees, but the anticipation of it all drowned out the pain. One hand remained on cheek, the other undid his belt. Placing your hands on his thighs, you tried to calm your nervousness. “Take off my pants.”

Biting your lip, your fingers played with the zipper of his pants, removing it to expose his imprint. He cursed as you pulled down the final layer of clothing. His cock sprung free, slapping his core. Your lips were slightly apart admiring the member. The veins, the glistening tip, the size all looked so appetising. “Hungry?” He smirked, thumb playing with your lips.

“Not really. I ate only a little while ago” You hummed, staring up at him with big doe eyes. He laughed at your reply. 

He leaned his hips forward, holding the shaft letting the tip poke at your lips, leaving a wet trail around your mouth. “Open up m’angel.”

Slacking your jaw, you prepared for whatever was about to happen. “Tongue out too gorgeous. Wet my cock a little won’t you pretty girl.” 

Flattening your tongue, you licked from his base to tip causing him to groan. His hand slipped to the back of your head, fingers entangling in your hair. “You sure you haven’t done this before sweet girl?” He grunted, tip resting on your wet muscle. 

Pushing forward, your lips moulded around his girth as it slipped in further. His cock hit the back of your throat causing you to gag. You pulled away, coughing as you tried to gain your breath back. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, grabbing his cock in your small hands, placing your mouth back around his throbbing tip. Slowly, you began to bob your head shallowly down his member, getting use to the length. Hallowing your cheeks made him hiss through gritted teeth. “That’s it. Atta girl.” He praised, the grip on your hair tightening.

His hand began to guide you up and down, pushing you further, forcing his cock deeper. Your gag started to settle, allowing him to fuck your mouth as he pleased. “My cock belongs in that little mouth of yours.” He grunted, hips moving faster.

Tears began to weld in your eyes, spit travelling down your chin, dripping onto your chest. His balls slapped against you, making even more of a mess. His grunts and groans filled the room. You could not help but moan around him, the vibrations added to his pleasure.

“Fuck angel, you are gonna make me cum in that sweet throat of yours.” He panted; lip tugged between his teeth. Your eyes glued to his, innocent orbs clouded with a newfound darkness. He could tell. “So tight, so warm. So perfect. You were meant for me. Fuck.”

A few more erratic thrusts and he was shooting his hot seed down your throat, painting your walls. You struggled to swallow it, but persevered, allowing the salty cum to trickle down your abused, raw throat.

In one swift movement, he pulled out and lifted you into his lap as he collapsed back down onto the bed. He grabbed his shirt, using it as a cloth to wipe the excess mixture that coated your mouth and face. One arm was wrapped around your waist holding you close. 

His hand fixed your messy hair, placing a soft kiss on your temple. “You belong to me now angel. Please stay. I need you in my life. Give into the darkness, I’ve got you darling. I’ll be there for you always.” He assured, placing a gentle kiss on your swollen lips.

“I’m all yours my King.” You blushed, settling into the crook of his neck.

“No need to call me King anymore. I’m now Tom to you my Queen.”

[softholand]

┍ koh!tom inspired by ┙

┍ 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”

Koh!tom supremacy!!!!

Also requests are closed!!!

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.

[housepartyprotocol]

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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[hollandlover19]

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

[johnismyreason]

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

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

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

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

part one; part two

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Full name"

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

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

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

"Miami." you didn't hesitate.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"This is not very glamorous" Tom joked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sure, of course."

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

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

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

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

"It's not ?"

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

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

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

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

"Don't worry" you chuckled.

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

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

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

"Wow ! Awesome !" Tom lied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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uuuu ok so koh!tom gives me both mob and royal vibes soooooo maybe the reader is an angel and she fell and like blah blah blah tom and the reader are engaged and she convinced tom to have a wedding and after they exchange vows her white wings start to be black? like fading bc she joined the dark side? and at the end of the wedding they’re fully black and rich like toms?

summary: after you and tom officially get married, your wings begin to turn into devil’s wings

koh!tom x angel!reader

w/c 0.6k

blurb week!

a/n - this is my first time writing for koh!tom so i hope this is okay <3

your wedding day. the day that was meant to be the happiest day of your life, well at least for normal people.

so far yours had consisted of nervous pacing and second thoughts.

“angel.” he said. you sighed, straightening out your black dress.

“won’t be able to call me that for much longer.” you said, tom seeing the frown threatening to take over your face. he shuffled over to you, gently running the tips of his fingers over your white, feathery wings. you shivered slightly, eyes raking over his face through the large mirror.

“do you still want to do this?” he’d been able to sense your hesitation in marrying him ever since you were told your title as an angel would disappear. you’d become tom’s queen of hell, and of course your wings wouldn’t be able to stay so pure.

“i love you tom.” you confirmed, seeing him shake his head.

“but?” he asked, looking deep into your eyes. you didn’t want to lie to him, ever.

“i’m scared and i love being an angel too.” you mumbled, turning around to face him. he cupped your cheek, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb gently.

“if you don’t want to do this, i’m not going to force you.” he promised. “but i love you more than anything.”

he left you at that, leaving you in your own thoughts. something as simple as seeing him solidified that you wanted to go through with this. you lifted the trail of your dress, making your way out to where you’d be finally marrying the love of your life.

you and tom couldn’t have been more opposite, but you loved it nonetheless. his heart felt like it stopped beating when he saw you, you were the picture of perfection in his eyes.

“i’m glad you came,” he said. you nodded your head.

“me too.” you said.

all too soon the officiant had finished their speech and was asking you both to say the two words that would change your lives.

“i do.” he said, smiling down at you, his proud wings on full display for his minions of hell to see and worship. the officiant then turned to you, asking you the same thing they’d asked tom.

“i-i do.” you said. tom’s smile grew hearing the two simple words leave your lips. the crowd around you gasped watching as the white feathers on your gorgeous wings began to fade. tom watched with a grin, seeing the deep black bloom.

the wedding had gone by in a flash, it felt like it was over before you even had a chance to let it sink in.

you and tom were now laid together in his bed, ready to sleep the rest of the night away in each other's arms. his fingers were running through your hair, making you hum quietly.

“darling.” tom said, trying not to alarm you. “your wings.” your eyes widened, rushing over to the mirror in the room. you gasped in shock, seeing your once pure white wings had become fully black. however they looked bigger, grander and most definitely fit your new title of queen of hell.

“tom, what’s happening?” you asked. he could hear the fear in your voice, taking your hand and kissing over your knuckles, then where your new wedding rested. you turned your head to look over your shoulder, noticing the vast difference from the pair of angel wings you’re used to seeing.

“oh my god.” you muttered. you couldn’t quite believe it. tom winced at your use of the phrase, the name not sitting right with him. tom grew worried, he was scared you thought you’d made the wrong decision, his heart pounding.

“i-“

“tom they’re- they’re gorgeous.” you said, spoken in awe. he let out a breath of relief, smiling widely, something the man rarely ever did.

“they suit you perfectly, darling.” you turned around to look at him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“they do?” you asked, shyly. he nodded, pecking your lips before teasingly pulling your bottom lip into his mouth.

“my devious queen.”

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