Author’s note: I decided to treat all of you sweetheart’s to a short series with Koh!Tom using my last remaining and motivated braincell. I also apologise for how short this chapter is :)
Like every person knew, heaven and hell were two contrasting places. When thinking about heaven, you’d be reminded of whispy feathers constantly falling from the sky, museums with waterfalls gushing and gold accents on the wall, angels roaming around for eternity with vast wings on their back, and shining pearls that would sit on the queen’s head. You, in this instance, were the queen with pearls on her head.
Your breath was shaky as you picked up one of the many glass perfume bottles that sat on your vanity. The scent sprayed on your neck, covering you in your familiar scent. Admiring yourself in the mirror, you gripped the edges of the flowing white dress that dragged along the floor. The stereotypical angelic dress you would think of as soon as the thought of heaven occurred.
You were interrupted of your busy thoughts by a knock on the door. Eyebrows furrowed, you opened it and saw your second in command, Angela, staring with wide eyes like a deer in headlights.
“Good heaven’s, is everything alright? You look pale.” Your wings lowered with concern.
“I-... your majesty, there’s been a letter sent for you.”
You blinked a couple times, pulling the loose shoulder strap of your dress back onto your shoulder.
“What’s the problem with it?”
“It’s from Hell.”
Expression softening for a second, your eyes squinted before storming out of your bedroom. “Where’s the letter?”
“In your throne room.” She replied hastily. You gnawed are your bottom lip as thoughts came rushing into your head. You hadn’t received a letter specifically from hell since your dad was the King, and that was centuries ago. You had absolutely no idea as to what to do in this situation but you couldn’t react in order to prevent panic.
The guards opened the golden doors to the throne room immediately and you thanked them with a smile.
“Your majesty.” The maid with the letter curtsied before handing you the black envelop.
Your majesty, Y/N Y/L/N - written in a cursive golden font.
“Angela, I’d like to be alone for a minute.” You smiled weakly at her and she nodded before escorting the maid out of the room. The doors closed and you sighed quietly as you sat on the white silk throne, letter in your lap. It was the one thing that stood out in the white and golden room. Charcoal black.
You wanted to throw it in the fire, burn it, destroy it, pretend it had never been sent. You didn’t personally know the king of hell but your father surprisingly knew him very well and you knew that he’d send countless letters until he received something in return.
There was hesitation and lip biting before you finally opened the fold of the envelope. The letter was also black with the familiar gold cursive writing that was on the envelope.
To the heiress of heaven, Y/N,
You have been cordially invited to the coronation of the heir to the new throne, Thomas Stanley Holland, on the 10th of January.
You have been invited to both the ceremony and the ball so please dress accordingly.
The future king hopes to see you there.
Sincerely,
H.O
You folded the letter with parted lips out of shock. For once you had received a letter from hell that wasn’t declaring war but an invitation to Thomas’ coronation. Thomas. Apart from the fact he was supposed to be the King of Hell, his name sounded familiar.
Flashbacks to centuries ago flashed in your head repeatedly, remembering your own coronation and there he stood in the first few rows of seats and watching as you kneeled to accept the gold and white pearl crown your mother once wore upon her head.
You remembered when you were even younger and you would wait at the gates of heaven for him. His happy and toothy grin when he’d run up to the gates. Your hands would grip onto the golden bars but he couldn’t touch it as his hands burned, leaving a red mark on one of his hands. The pair of you would secretly meet at the gates at such a young age until conflict occurred between your fathers.
You summoned Angela back into the room who had her usual wide eyed but confident expression.
“What’s the news? Did they declare war.”
You shook your head and swallowed. “Uh, n-no not exactly.” Handing her the invite, you tucked a strand of curled hair behind your ear “I’ve been invited to Tom’s... coronation.”
“And you’re willing to go?” She responded slowly she said as she scanned through the letter. Sighing, you nodded and tapped your manicured nails on the arm rest of your throne.
“I suppose so. I feel like if I don’t go there’ll be some sort of conflict or things will become hostile between us.” You shrugged your shoulders wondering how bad it could possibly be.
“Who’s H.O?” Angela asked with a raised eyebrow. You were just as unsure as her.
“No idea. Maybe Tom’s brother? But they don’t have the same last initial and I don’t remember him ever having a brother.” You rubbed your neck.
Angela’s eyes flicked back to the invite before tucking it back into the black envelope, “I guess I’ll draft your letter in respon-“
“No,” you interrupted “no, I think I should do it myself.”
“As you wish, your majesty.” She smiled at you and you returned it before adjusting your crown and wondering how to respond to the king.
Warnings: fluff at the end (is that even a warning)
Authors note: hey babies, I’m so happy with the responses that I’ve been getting from the first chapter of this series! Thank you all for the support and I hope you enjoy this chapter (I’m sorry if this is a boring chapter but I promise it’ll get better).
You stared at the large cathedral that seemed to be abandoned. It was an obsidian black with large stained windows. Swallowing, you felt the carriage slow down. The carriage you were in stood out from the other carriages that varied in colours of black, yours being a pearl white with gold accents. It seemed like you were in a black and white movie due to the lack of colour. There were women and men in reds, emerald greens, blacks, smiling and talking with one another, making you feel less unsettled than you already were.
You were graciously helped out of the carriage by two of your soldiers, dressed more formally than usual. Your dress draped over the stairs as you climbed out, holding onto their hands. In your head you were telling yourself over and over again how much you missed Angela and how you wished she was there with you. The fact that you had a total of four soldiers surrounding you like high-end security caught the public’s attention. There were guests entering the cathedral and civilians behind barriers, waiting for their new king to be revealed.
As you held your breath, you walked in and admired the decorations. It was a dimly lit venue with large chandeliers and candles flickering. “Your highness, you must be Y/N Y/L/N.” A man quickly rushed up to you before bowing. You nodded and smiled as politely as you could. The first thing you noticed about him were his azure eyes that stood out from the rest of his features. “You look astonishing.” He grinned at you as he admired your dress. it was a long, black sheer dress with roses decorated at the hem of the dress and on the top half around your chest. To top it off, a crown with deep red rubies sat on your head, signifying that you were royalty.
“Thank you.” You smiled.
“Oh! I apologise, I forgot to address myself. My name is Harrison Osterfield, but Harrison is fine.” He said nervously. You could sense that he felt guilty. “I’m Tom’s second in command.”
“Don’t apologise, Harrison, you must be quite stressed.” You smiled at him before remembering the invite that was sent to you, the initials at the bottom being H.O. “So, you’re the H.O that sent out the invitation?”
He nodded, clearly proud of himself, “That’s me.” Another man approached him and whispered in his ear, Harrison’s eyes widening. “Right, I apologise for leaving so abruptly, but the ceremony is going to start shortly and I have to help Tom.”
“That’s understandable. It was lovely meeting you, Mr Osterfield.”
“You too, your highness. I hope to see you at the ball tonight?” He asked, his eyebrow raised. You nodded and he smiled before leaving quickly. You were escorted to the front row of seats where your name was graciously written on the seat. Shortly after, the ceremony began and the doors opened, revealing who you suspected to be Thomas. He walked proudly with a long black mantle draped around his shoulders, the horns on top of his head matching with it. The cathedral was silent as they watched him walk down the aisle before getting to the front.
As Thomas swore a coronation oath, you took in all of his features. From what you could see, his hair was a soft curly brown, shoulders broad and a tall frame. He had a petite nose with a strong jawline. Had he changed drastically since you last saw him? However, you couldn’t tell due to the angle. You watched as a crown was slowly placed on his head before the guests began to clap for him. Your heart fluttered when you remembered your coronation, your friends and family cheering for you and remembering the happiness you felt once being pronounced the queen.
He turned around with a grin and you couldn’t help but smile and clap as well. His eyes flickered over to you for a second but you weren’t sure if he recognised you.
...
“You came!” You heard a familiar voice appear from behind you, making you almost choke on your champagne. Turning around you saw Harrison beaming.
“I said I would.” You chuckled.
He squinted his eyes slightly before sipping from the glass in his hands. “You didn’t seem sure.” You laughed as you looked around the ballroom that was filled with hundreds of people.
“There’s a lot of people here.”
“Yeah, Tom knows a lot of people.” Harrison shrugs. “Speaking of which...” You both looked up and saw him walking down the large red carpeted stairs, waving at the guests. He was wearing a different suit, this time in burgundy. Everyone applauded him.
You noticed that he had definitely changed from when you last saw him, which was years ago. He seemed to be much more mature with prominent features. Despite being the devil himself, he had angelic eyes. “I’m assuming you have met before?” Harrison asked.
“Oh, yeah. But that was years ago.” You kept your eyes on Tom as you watched him walk over to some people and chat to them. You looked back at Harrison before sipping champagne. “We were young then. Very young.”
“How did you guys know each other? I don’t want to be disrespectful, but it’s just peculiar since you’re both rulers of two ends of a spectrum. You’re... an angel and he’s a demon.” Harrison asked.
“Through our parents. Our mothers were great friends as well as our fathers, but there was a dispute between our dad’s and then the relationship between heaven and hell was crushed. We stopped associating with them and being friendly and since then I haven’t seem Tom.” You sighed, twisting your face slightly.
“Come on, let me introduce you both again.” He took you by the hand and you laughed, shaking your head.
“Harrison! Oh, god. I don’t want to interrupt him, he’s-”
“Y/N, don’t be shy, I’m sure he’ll be delighted to see you again.” He laughed as well as you tried to struggle.
“You’re much stronger than I had anticipated.” You grunted as you tried to pull away.
“The more you pull, the more of a fool you’re going to make of yourself, your highness.” Hex smirked. You gave in and just accepted your fate as you approached Tom. “Tom, mate.”
Tom laughed and smiled with his friends before excusing himself and walking over to Harrison. “What, you dickhe-”
Harrison coughed and looked over his shoulder, presenting a timid Y/N. Your wings were lowered slightly and not as prominent as you were expecting.
“I-... Y/N?”
You blinked a couple of times. “Thomas.” His Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped before taking your hand and kissing it softly. You could sense that he was just as nervous as you.
“God, I haven’t seen you in a long time.” You tried to lighten the tense conversation. He nodded and smiled at you.
“You’ve changed a lot-”
“I’ll leave you guys to it.” Harrison said before rushing away into the crowd. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and looked up at Tom again.
“So have you, Thomas.” You chuckled at him. For a second there was a glint in his eye as he beamed at you.
“You look amazing.” He said. “Shall we go on a walk?” He extended his arm but you pretended not to notice as you didn’t want to make any assumptions. You nodded and walked beside him, following him to one of the exits. He let you walk through first before rushing beside you again.
You breathed in the surprisingly fresh evening air. “It feels like an eternity since we’ve been next to each other.”
Tom agreed, watching you look up at the stars.
“I didn’t realise that there would be so many stars in Hell. I thought that was only a thing in Heaven.” You stated, your lips slightly parted with wonder as you admired the twinkling lights, the sun had almost finished setting as it painted the sky with oranges and purples.
Hell was beautiful.
“You have much to learn, Y/N. Maybe you should come down here more often...”
You looked back down at him slowly with a smirk which faded quickly.
“Do you think that we should go back to how things were between Heaven and Hell? You know, with peace between them both.” You questioned. “I just feel like we shouldn’t follow in our father’s footsteps with their mistakes.”
“If that’s what you wish.” Tom nodded. Your hands brushed for a second and your heart stopped, thoughts racing into your head which were quickly stopped once you noticed the rose garden. Your eyes widened as you saw the assortment of red roses in bushes. It was a small maze that the pair of you walked through as you spoke about many things until you got the middle.
There was a bench with a canopy of roses above it where you’d sit. Tom took your hand and lead you there, the pair of you sitting in silence for a minute. “Look at us.” He said quietly.
“Hm?” You hummed.
“Both of us finally considered as royals after hundreds of years. We’re both finally with one another after an eternity of separation, crowns on our heads.” You looked at him and then his shoulder, leaning ever so slightly until your head was leaning on him. His breathing stopped for a second but his shoulders relaxed.
“When will I see you again?” he murmured.
“Soon, your highness.” You emphasised the name. He chuckled quietly before leaning on your head.
KOH!Tom x Angel!Reader where the reader is pregnant with his babies and is nervous to tell him one of them is an takes after her and is an angel
9 months ago was the time where your life changed completely. At the time of you finding out about your new pregnancy, you thought this would be the end of the world as well as the end of your relationship with Tom.
January - around 7 months ago
You nibbled in your bottom lip impatiently as you sat on the edge of the bathtub. Your hand shook slightly as you stared down at the small stick resting between your index finger and thumb.
Around this time you had began to experience the worst vomiting you had ever had in all 1,400 years of your life in Hell (200 spent in heaven). A lot a symptoms checked the pregnancy boxes and sure enough you had ascend to earth, disguise yourself as a human, meet with one of your friends and tell her about the pregnancy situation which lead her to buying you a pregnancy test.
Now here you were on the edge of the bathtub, staring down at a singular faint red line. A grateful exhale passed through your lips as you looked up at the ceiling.
“Thank fuck! How was I supposed to tell Tom?” You chuckled to yourself nervously before looking back down again where the test sat. This time, with two bold lines and ‘2 months’ written beside one another.
“Fuck! How am I supposed to tell Tom?” You yelled, dropping the test and running your fingers through your hair. “Shit, fuck-“ you repeated over and over again as you walked around in circles.
February - 6 months ago, a couple weeks after finding out you were pregnant
You sighed as you rested your head against the bathroom door, listening to Tom mumble about his day while he was sat in bed waiting for you. Your hand rested on the doorknob before turning it slowly and walking out.
“There you are. I was wondering if you had fallen asleep in there.” Tom smiled at you. “Are you okay? You look a bit pale.”
You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as an image of you violently throwing up into the toilet flashed into your head. You had to turn on the shower so Tom wouldn’t hear the sound of what felt like your inner organs being chucked into the bowl.
“Yeah, I just...” You crawled into bed and sat up straight, cross-legged.
“What?” His eyebrow twitched up.
“How would you feel about having a child?”
There was an eerie silence in the room. You heard shuffling as Tom adjusted himself and sat up straight against the headboard.
“I’m not sure. I’m constantly busy as I’m the king of Hell as are you - the queen. I just don’t think we have the time for-“
“I’m pregnant.” You interrupted abruptly.
There was another moment of silence.
“What?”
You turned around and saw Tom sat there in disbelief.
“I said I’m pregnant. Almost four months now, but I only found a couple weeks ago.” You licked your lips out of nervousness, white wings drooping slightly.
His frown formed into a smile, freaking you out.
“That’s amazing!” He replied.
“What the fuck.”
“I can’t believe we’re going to have a baby!”
“But you just said-“
“Ignore that. I’m just so happy we’re finally a happy family. After being just you and me for a thousand years I think it’s right we finally have our own little generation to raise.”
You grinned, your wings now fluttering awake out of joy.
“We’re gonna have a baby! A whole baby.” You grinned widely as you climbed on top of his lap.
“We are!”
August - the present day
Three weeks had passed since you had your baby babies. Three of them to be exact and Tom couldn’t be happier. Two boys and one girl.
Archie, Theodore and Rosie.
The two boys were a spitting image of Tom. They had teensy black horns spouting out of their heads that they couldn’t help but touch and grab onto as well as teensy black wings that matched their father’s.
However, Rosie was an exact copy of her mother. She had your eyes (but Tom’s hair just like her brother’s). But instead of black horns and wings, she had the most angelic white wings and proud white horns that were also beginning to grow slowly.
When Rosie was born, you and Tom exchanged looks before looking down at the third and final triplet.
“She’s an angel.” Tom said as he grinned proudly at his creation.
The King of Hell grew immediately to love his children unconditionally. He raised his two boys to become kings and his daughter to be just as strong. However, he always had a soft spot for her especially at times when he watched her crawl into the throne room at a just few months old, his heart would instantly burst at the sight of his small angel.
okay imagine Koh tom being an absolute dick after a long day and shouting at the reader and she gets sad and scared and locks herself in her room while she bawls her eyes out. tom comes to his senses and hears her cries and feels absolutely terrible and knocks on the door and is like "I'm so sorry darling, can I have a hug? let me give you a cuddle." but she doesnt let him in so he gets her favorite food and things and he apologizes and is super sweet for a while and they snuggle
You made your way to the throne room with a grin on your face, your long burgundy gown trailing behind you like the queen you were.
“Your majesty.” The guards who were talking to Tom bowed at the sight of you. You smiled and nodded politely as you sat down on your throne, waiting to talk to your husband.
“So, you think the deal will work then?”
“Potentially, your highness. But it’s not a certainty.”
Tom slammed his fist on the arm of his throne, the fire surrounding you both flickering larger and brighter, startling you. His eyes turned to the jet black they usually are when he’s frustrated.
“What do you mean?” He yelled at the top of his lungs. “This is an important deal and you idiotic bastards are treating this like it’s a game.”
“Thomas, please calm-“ you began, taking Tom’s hand in yours.
“No, Y/N. You aren’t involved.” He snapped at you.
You sighed audibly and turned to face the guards who looked like they were going to quiver at the sight of their leader screaming at them.
“Gentlemen, you’ve done enough here. Please leave.” You said calmly. They bowed thankfully and you could tell from the look in their eyes that they were grateful for you stepping in. The three men walked off synchronised like, leaving the room so it was just you and your infuriated husband.
He stood up, mouth parted slightly.
“What the fuck did you do that for?” His voice boomed.
“What are you talking about? You weren’t discussing with them, Tom. You were yelling at them.” Your brows furrowed as you gripped the handles of the throne you were sat in.
“I fucking told you that you aren’t involved and like the ignorant brat you are, you didn’t listen.”
Your heart skipped a beat at the comments thrown at you.
“You don’t mean that...” you cowered.
“I do. I mean every word. You’ve just ruined everything for me like always.” He looked away and ran his fingers through his hair before jerking his head over his shoulder. “Sometimes I wonder why I married you.”
You gasped under your breath, standing up and gripping the edge of your large ball gown.
“Tom-“
“Get the fuck out of my sight.”
You huffed, heart racing, eyes black, skin sweating. “I goddamn will, I’d love to get the hell out of your sight. I hope you’re happy, asshole.”
You shoved past him, slamming into his shoulder and rushing down the steps to the door.
“Wait, Y/N-“
“Go fuck yourself, Tom. I don’t want to talk to you.” You yelled without taking another look at him before opening the door and walking out.
It didn’t take you long to find your way back to your bedroom where you pulled off your dress and changed into your silk dressing gown and slid under the satin covers.
You sobbed for hours on end, gripping onto the bedsheets as Tom’s comments echoed through your mind, each one stinging you.
You cried and cried until there were no more salty tears and until you managed to pass out. There was a faint knock on the door, making you groan and tuck yourself deeper into the covers.
“Y/N?” There was a muffled voice coming from the other side of the door. You knew who it was, so you didn’t reply. “Honey, I know you can hear me.”
You groaned loudly before throwing the covers off of you and storming over to the door and swinging it open.
“Yes, I can hear you. But I don’t want to fucking talk to you. You upset me and-“
Tom looked at your bright red complexion, stroking your cheek and wiping away the tear that was on the edge of your eye.
“Darling, where you crying.”
You leaned into the palm of his hand slightly. “Yeah.” You sniffled before slapping his wrist away and stepping away from him.
“Leave me alone.” You hissed “you can sleep in the throne room or the kitchen. Your choice.” Was the last thing you said before slamming the door in his face. You shuffled back to your bed and slid back under the covers, sighing at the soft sensation covering you.
An hour had passed and you had awoken again to the soft feeling of kisses on your neck. You sighed softly, turning over to see Tom beside you with a shy smile.
“You’re back again.”
“I had to come back, baby. I feel terrible about what I said, so I brought you some snacks, some flowers and myself.”
You sat up, leaning on your elbows and looking over Tom’s shoulder where the gifts were sat on the bedside table. You laid back down and smiled up at Tom who looked nervous.
“Come on, love let me give you a hug.”
“Not until you apologise sincerely.”
“Okay, Y/N. I’m so sorry for what I said. I know I took it too far and I shouldn’t have. I was worked up about the whole deal with work but that isn’t an excuse for the things I said to you. You know I love you dearly and if anything, I’m always grateful that we’re married because I-“
You giggled and leaned up, kissing his lips.
“I’m still not completely over what you said, but I forgive you. Now you can cuddle me.” You shuffled closer to his chest, allowing his arms to wrap around you and pull you close to him until the pair of you fell asleep.
This one is a bit spicy ;) lol. Maybe the reader goes in the throne room or wherever Tom is, and she’s wearing her finest lingerie or something under a robe, and her goal is to seduce him. But, considering the reader is an angel and pretty innocent for the most part, she’s completely failing at seducing him but Tom still finds it kind of sexy how hard she’s trying
Oh damn this one.... whew
Kind of NSFW so read at your own caution boys
You bit your bottom lip anxiously as you rested a hand on the door to the throne room. Sighing, you pushed it open and walked into the room with glamour. It was like there was a white glow around you as you strutted into the room.
Tom looked up from the demon he was talking to and stopped in his tracks, slowly fading from the conversation. His eyes were trained on you the whole time, taking in what was barely covering your body.
You wore an ivory charmeuse satin gown that reached the floor and spread out a couple of inches. There was a deep slit on your chest, revealing your bust that was prominent. The satin was sliding off one of your shoulders, revealing a white bra with perfect lace sewing. It definitely complemented your angelic skin tone.
Tom brushed the demon away and demanded him to leave which he did immediately as did the guards who were also gawking at you. The king bit his lip, turned on at the sight of an actual angel strutting towards him.
“Darling...” he trailed off. Your fingers wrapped around the satin ribbon around your waist, undoing your gown and revealing the rest of the lingerie you were wearing.
You wore tiny white lace panties with a perfect white silk bow draping over your panties. To match with your set, you also had a pair of ivory stockings on with floral patterns on your thighs.
Tom had to cover the fact that not only was he incredibly hard for you but also drool was forming in his mouth.
“Fuck, baby, you look so good.” He growled, pulling you towards him and sitting you on his lap. His fingers instantly began to rub on your panties in front of your area, creating a wet pool to form quickly.
“I-I chose the best lingerie I could find.” You said nervously. Yeah, you looked confident as you strutted into the throne room but you weren’t when it came to talking dirty.
“You look like the definition of heaven.”
“Do you... like it? I made the lingerie myself. It’s kinda hard to find a lingerie shop down in Hell, you know?”
Tom stopped rubbing you for a second and smiled up at you.
“It looks amazing, my rose.”
You blushed lightly. “I-I think it would look better on the, uh... floor. Not that I want it to be dirty - I just mean that I want you to take it off me, so we can have... sex. Yeah.”
Tom laughed at you being nervous, but also couldn’t help but feel bad for your attempt to turn him on.
“What made you come here and...” he slid his fingers into your panties and hovered over your entrance again so you were desperate and clenching for him “wear such a delight?”
“I just wanted to impress you. Did you not want me to come?”
“I’m glad you did, angel.”
You smiled at him and leaned into him for a passionate kiss.
“Are you sure it looks okay? I made it extra revealing for you obviously.”
“Darling, it looks fucking perfect. Now let me get it off of you before you turn me on any more.” He grunted as he slid off your gown, unhooked your bra and threw it on the floor.
Can you do a blurb for koh!Tom where he and reader are walking peacefully on the beach in the middle of the night because she couldn't sleep when they suffer an armed robbery and when she notices the guy is about to shot Tom, she throws her body in front of his and she ends up being shot in her chest and Tom starts to freak out when he realizes he's losing her forever because he knows she won't go to hell?
The night was quiet. The sky was a dark blue and black as the night was fading and turning into a dark sunrise. The waves crashed on the shore, making the tension in your muscles fade. Your hand was intertwined with Tom’s as you both silently walked down the empty beach together.
“Thank you for coming back up here again. To earth, I mean.” You smiled up at him.
“Of course, my love. I told you that I’m only two knocks away. Knock on the floor twice and I’ll be there in a blink.”
You smiled at him and then down at the sand.
“Can we sit down? I’m beginning to feel tired, surprisingly.” You asked. He nodded and lead you to a higher bit of the beach. You rested your head on his shoulder, the pair of you listening to the waves and one another’s breathing.
“How come you summoned me here, angel?” He questioned as he ran his hand through your hair.
“I couldn’t sleep. And you always manage to soothe me to sleep. How can the King of Hell calm someone to sleep? That’s a complete oxymoron.” You joked. He smiled down at you and kissed your forehead.
“Well, I’m glad to be of assistance.” He squeezes your shoulder slightly. The eerie quietness of the beach subsided once you both heard rushed footsteps approaching the pair of you.
“I wonder why someone would be sprinting on the beach at four in the morning?” You looked at Tom who’s eyebrows were furrowed in confusion. He stood up abruptly and took your hand, pulling you with him.
“Come on, Y/N. Lets go.”
“But I’m not tired ye-“
“We have to go.” He muttered but the person had already approached you. He was in all black, his identity concealed with a balaclava. In his left hand was a handgun that was currently pointed to the ground.
“Hand over your money, now.”
“There’s no reason for you to do this, man.” Tom said slowly, pushing you back behind him slightly.
“Shut up and give me your valuables.”
“W-we don’t have any.” You stuttered anxiously.
“Fucking liar. You’ve at least got to have a phone or jewellery.” He lifted the gun and pointed it at you. “Empty your fucking pockets.”
“Hey, hey, hey.” Tom repeated a couple times, panicking at even just the sight of a gun pointed at you. You did as the robber said and turned them inside out, revealing nothing.
“Don’t fucking ‘hey’ me. Empty your pockets too.” The gun was now pointed at Tom as he also flipped his pockets inside out. You watched as the robbers index finger lightly rested on the trigger, making your heart stop.
Out of pure instinct, you pushed Tom out of the way and stood in his place. The sound of a gunshot rang in your ears and you prayed to God that it wasn’t Tom who was shot. As you collapsed down onto the sound and watched as the robber sprint off in the other direction, you felt a warm sensation pool on your abdomen.
Your hand pressed against it and in the moonlight, you could see the dark rouge on your palm. The shock was preventing you from feeling any pain. Tom instantly collapsed beside you, resting a hand under your head and supporting you, his hand also resting on your wound.
“Shit, Y/N. What the Hell did you do that for? Are you fucking insane.”
Yourbhand reached up and rested on his jaw, stroking his cheek.
“Tom, you’re a ruler of a kingdom. I can’t have you die because of me asking you to come to my realm and-“
“Y/N, I’d die for you a thousand times no matter what.” For the first time in years, you’d actually seen tears in his eyes that actually spilled. The teardrops slid down his cheeks and dropped onto your chest.
“I-I don’t know what to do, Y/N.” He sobbed as he stroked your head, tears streaming down his face.
“Just hold me, Tom.”
“Help!” He called out but he knew that there was nothing he could do as nobody was around on this silent night. “I won’t be able to see you again. You won’t go to Hell, Y/N. You’re too pure for it.”
“We’ll figure it out, Tom.”
“What if we can’t? What if we never see each other again?” He panicked as he looked as his crimson hand and then back up at your paling face.
“Tommy, I’d go through any distance and trouble just for you.”
“I-I promise that I’ll find a way for you to be back in my arms again, angel. You understand me?”
You nodded and sighed as you looked up at true starry sky.
“Kiss me, one last time, Tom.” You whispered as you looked up at him with teary, fearful eyes. He pressed the softest kiss on your lips. Tom prayed that you would be smiling at him once he pulled away. But one last sigh escaped your lips before finally dying in his arms.
“I hope I find you again, Y/N.” Tom sobbed into your chest as he desperately clutched your hand.
KOH!Tom making love to his Angel reader for the first time and she's a virgin💞 Btw I really enjoy your writing😁
Omg this is so sweet 🥺
NSFW, so read at your own caution.
Your hands were all over one another’s body with passion and adoration. Moans and groans were echoing around the bedroom. Tom’s hands wrapped around the bottom of your back as he carefully lowered you down on the silk bedding.
His lips carefully sucked on the skin on your neck, kissing and loving you.
“Tom,” You panted as your hands tugged on his curls.
“Are you sure you want to do this? I don’t want to hurt you.” The king smiled at you. His hand caressed your cheek and you leaned into his palm.
“I do, Tom. I love you.”
He grinned before leaning down and placing a soft kiss on your lips. His fingertips carefully pulled off your white fur coat and your short white dress. His eyes admired your body, desperate to touch and taste every inch of you.
“Angel, you really do look heavenly.” His eyes were wide and glimmering at the godly sight. He was on the verge of drooling all over you. His fingertips caressed your wings softly.
“You’re definitely sure?” He asked. Your legs were tightly cramped together out of nervousness.
You nodded at him with a wonky smile.
“Don’t be shy, darling.” He purred at you as he slightly parted your legs. “I promise you that it’s gonna feel good, okay?”
“P-please be careful.” You begged.
“Of course I will, darling. Whatever you want.” He reassured you as he stroked your cheek. Your legs parted again and he crawled between them after also stripping naked.
You admired his abs and his shoulders and skin. His body shape was just as heavenly. You ran your fingers over the bumps and ridges of his abs.
He positioned himself in front of your entrance, rubbing his dick against you, making you moan. You bit your lip to hold back the noises you wanted to let out.
“It’s okay, angel. You don’t have to hold back.”
You let go out your bottom lip and allowed him to slid in. Your nails gripped onto his shoulders tightly.
“W-wait.” You gasped as you adjusted to him inside of you. He admired you as you closed your eyes, taking one every feature about you. “Okay. I’m ready.” You sighed.
He began slowly, thrusting with a calm pace so he wouldn’t hurt you. Your arms wrapped around his back, encouraging him to go deeer after a while. His lips were caressing your neck, kissing you softly. His hands were rubbing on your breasts.
“Fuck, baby. You feel so good around me.” He grunted.
“Go faster, baby.” You gasped as you threw your head back. He increased the pace of his thrusts and made sure you were okay every now and then. “Feels so good.” You mumbled as you clawed his back.
Your lips were attached to his again, tongues exploring one another’s mouth with ecstasy.
“Tom,” You panted as your chest was racing. “Fuck, I think I’m gonna-“
“It’s okay, babydoll. Release for me.” He cooed as his fingers rubbed over your clit to encourage you to orgasm.
You both felt a wave of explosions, your back arching. Tom’s mouth instantly moved between your thighs and licked up every inch of you. He groaned at the sweet taste of you on his tastebuds.
“You taste so damn good.”
You panted and grinned at him as he collapsed beside you after licking you up. He kissed your shoulder and neck a few more times. The pair of you were amazed at the sensation you had both felt.
“That was... amazing.” You said as you pulled the covers over your chest.
“Better than that.” He responded. “Did it feel okay?”
You nodded at him and kissed the corner of his mouth.
“It felt amazing, thank you Tom.”
You had no idea that the King of Hell could be so soft in bed.
how would koh!tom react to his child being home a significant other
I’m going to write about a daughter bringing her boyfriend home rather than a boy bringing his girlfriend home as it’s easier for me to write :)
You smiled to yourself as you poured yourself a glass of water whilst listening to Tom complain about something.
“I dunno, I just feel like none of the fucking demons around here listen to what I have to say whereas they always listen to you.” He pouted and leaned back further into his chair.
You giggled and sat down opposite him as you took a sip from your glass.
“Maybe it’s because I’m actually nice to them whereas you’re always barking some absurd command to them like they’re your dogs and if they don’t do it, you threaten to rip their throats out or something like that.” You snickered as you took another gulp.
“Yeah, but that’s my job! I’m the king of Hell, I’m supposed to be a dickhead!” He whined like a child, making you laugh. “They’re supposed to be scared of me and bow down to me.”
“They do bow down to you babe.” You rolled your eyes as you stood up and placed your glass in the sink. You were about to continue with your conversation until there was shuffling down the hallway and giggling. Raising your brow, you turned around to see your daughter shuffle into the kitchen, her hand conjoined with someone else’s hand.
“Mumma, Dad.” She said nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “This is, uh, Jack.”
You smiled and waved slightly.
“It’s so nice to finally meet you! I’ve heard a lot about you.” You smiled politely to the boy who was clearly nervous to meet the King and Queen of Hell.
“Do I uh, bow?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Oh, no. Don’t worry about that.” You reassured him. “Would you like anything to drink? Water? Juice? Soda?”
“Um, soda please.” Jack turned to face Tom who was staring at him with a raised brow. As you walked behind your husband, you leaned towards him and whispered ‘be nice’ in his ear.
“Hello, Jack.” Tom coughed. You rolled your eyes as you opened the fridge. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He stood up and approached Jack who swallowed hard.
“Y-You too, Mr Holland.”
“Very formal.” Your husband chuckled. “Tom is fine.”
“Oh, okay. Sorry Mr Holland.”
You snickered under your breath at the amount of anxiety in the room. It was so obvious that both children were anxious as well as Tom.
“So, how did you two meet?” He asked.
“Dad.” Your daughter hissed, her grip on her boyfriend’s hand tightened.”Please can we just go?” She plead.
“I was just asking a question.” Tom frowned. You handed the pair of them sodas and shook your head at Tom before latching onto his bicep. “How did you two meet?”
“We, um, met at a party.” Your daughter stuttered.
“A party?” Tom raised a brow slowly.
“How about you two head off upstairs now? I’m sure you don’t want to listen to your Father’s rambling.” You beamed at your daughter.
“Thanks, Mumma.” She sighed with relief.
“It was n-nice meeting you Mr and Mrs Holland.” Jack smiled before getting dragged out of the kitchen.
“You too.” You waved.
“Yep.” Tom simply said. As the door closed, he turned and faced you with crossed arms. “A party? Did you know about this?”
“Um, yeah.” You replied as you sat down at the table, your phone in your hand.
“What? Seriously?” He huffed as he also sat down. “I can’t believe our fifteen year old daughter has a boyfriend. I mean, what if they’re going to have se-”
“Thomas.” You stopped him before standing up and sitting in his lap. “We were just like that when we were eighteen. Constantly sneaking between the gates of Heaven and Hell just for a quick kiss.”
“Yeah, but she’s our little baby.” He muttered.
“She’s gonna have to grow up at some point. She can’t be our baby forever.”
“Yes she can.” He replied as he pressed a kiss on your temple.
“Well, he’s a nice kid. Just be grateful he isn’t some misbehaving boy.”
