thomas-downing

{ glory and gore }

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au: vampire, 1920s

t/w: cursing, yelling, angst

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part one // part two // part three // part four // part five // part six


“You used to be such a brat before you know.” Thomas carried you and you wrapped your arms around his neck. You clung to him desperately, ducked your head down. He held you upright, holding you close. “Always talking back. Always trying to run away.” He tossed you down onto the bed and quickly crawled on top of you. “Now you’re begging to be touched.” He grinned. “Aren’t you?”

“Yes,” You breathed out.

He chuckled, stroked your cheek. “Think I should punish you for all the times you’ve disrespected me. For all the times when you were an ungrateful little bitch.” He lifted your chin up. Your eyes watered as he looked at you.

“Laf and I do everything for you.” He tore your clothes next, ripping them without much trouble. You whimpered as the fabric tore with ease. You were in only your undergarments—a soft ivory chemise. He came in between your legs, dragged his nail across your cheek. You cried out but Thomas only dug in deeper.

“Things could have been so much easier, darlin’. All you had to do was submit.” He watched as blood spilled out from your cheek. He kissed your neck, hummed nonchalantly. “But now you’re ready. Now you’re mine.

You woke up in the familiar little bed. It brought you no comfort.

Last night felt like a bad dream. Waking up now, you realized you were still here. You were still living with Laf and Thomas.

What would you do now? What could you do?

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Roman: Patton, Virgil… I’m getting this all wrong and I’m hurting you in the process—

Thomas: *phone rings* Oh geez, he’s calling me back—

Roman: PICK IT UP PICK IT UP!!!!!!!

Virgil: DON’T.

Patton: I don’t know I don’t know

Roman: DESTINY HAS DIALED BACK!!—

Virgil: *literal demon voice* GET RID OF IT, GET RID OF THE PHONE NOW.

Thomas: *screams* *throws phone down*

Roman:

Virgil:

Patton: I know you shouldn’t have done that…

Virgil: *sighing* I meant like…set it down or something…

Virgil: *to patton* stop being so nice all the time!! If you cant say anything mean don’t say anything at all.

Patton:

Virgil:

Patton:

Roman: Ha! He’ll never speak!

Patton: ……i dont even like crofters

Logan: *crashing in from another room* *knocking down vases* *running* *pushes thomas down* HOW DARE-

Learning To Share - Stilinski Triplets [Smut] (Part One)

Author: @writing-obrien 

Character(S): Thomas/Reader, Stiles/Reader, Stuart/Reader 

Word Count: 5249 

Notes: Multiple Orgasm, Orgasm Denial, Foursome, Oral (all receiving), Exibitionism, Drug Use. I hope y'all like this, so here’s your surprise fic guys, and thanks to @stilinski-jpeg for her unwavering support here and all the help she gave me. 



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Learning 2 Share - Stilinski Triplets + Mitch Stilinski [Smut]

Author: @writing-obrien

Character(s): Stiles Stilinski/Reader, Stuart Stilinski/Reader, Thomas Stilinski/Reader, Mitch Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 5668

Notes: Here y'all go. Finally here. So, there’s a lot of warnings for this one, let’s go. *cracks literally every fucking none in my body as preparation* Oral (both receiving), Fingering, Orgy, Multiple Orgasms, Spit Play, Anal, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Squirting, Double Penetration, Thigh Riding, Face Riding, Marking, Biting, Scratching, Over Stimulation, Shower Play, Exhibitionism, Spanking, Dirty Talk, Begging, Dominance, Older/Younger, Orgasm Denial and Choking/Gagging. Huge thanks to Steffy because even though she doesn’t like butt stuff, she proofread this for me. If that ain’ true friendship then I don’t know what is. I love you @dumbass-stilinski​ <3


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How the Sides Cry

 Patton: A very loud, over the top crier. Tears fall fast and his whole body heaves with each sob. Glasses are pushed to the top of his head as he uses the palms of his hands to hold back the tears. The tears still manage to slip through.

 Logan: A quiet crier. Breaths are only slightly sporadic. You might not even know he is crying until you see the tears sliding down his cheeks. His shoulders are tense and if he sees other people are looking at him he’ll turn his head and try to wipe away the tears as if he was just simply rubbing his eyes. The tears still do not stop.

 Virgil: A silent sobber. His whole body shakes and it’s hard for him to breath at times. He curls up into himself as much as he can, makes himself smaller. The hood of his jacket goes over his face as his arms snake around his body and death grips the loose fabric on his upper arms. It takes a long time for him to calm down.

 Roman: A suppressed crier. Continuously tries to wipe away the tears as they fall. He tries his best to not cry out, but can’t help loud sobs from escaping. Locks himself away and bangs his head against the wall as he still tries to hold back, even when alone. Ends up falling to his knees in pure grief as he finally breaks down.

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Breaking news: famed curse-breaker Dean Thomas has joined private firm Madcap Curse Breakers

Dean Thomas Joins Madcap Curse Breakers

Once chiefly known for having fought alongside Harry Potter in the Battle of Hogwarts, the past decade has seen Thomas build a name for himself in the dangerous and profitable field of curse-breaking. 

Having graduated from the Cairo Institute of Magical Art and Architecture with a First Class Hons. degree in Ancient Art, Thomas went on to work as curse-breaker for Gringotts Wizarding Bank for six years. He then spent two years dragon-wrangling in the ancient tombs of Egypt and China, in what was initially intended as a brief sabbatical.

Upon his return to the UK in 2007, he published his findings in the prestigious Journal of Ancient Curse-Breaking, which led to a high-profile interview in Magi-Archaeology Quarterly. This then resulted in a job offer from iconic magi-archaeology scholar Hercules Hurta; Thomas joined his team to work on translation of Etruscan runes and magical pictographs. He stayed there for three years.

It is rumoured that Blaise Zabini offered him a job at Greengrass and Zabini, but Thomas turned it down for the wider clientele and job scope at Madcap. 

The Madcap headquarters are located two blocks away from Seamus Finnigan’s famous tavern in Camden. According to a local source, Thomas has permanently relocated to the lodgings above the expanded premises, and often instigates raucous shut-ins on Thursday nights. These events have become so popular that tickets are now sold in advance. 

More 21st century wizarding here

For the anons who wanted something on Dean, who was always a personal fave of mine!

Make You Mine

I’ve kind of had a craving for angry, jealous Dean lately… 

Gator @salvachester - this one’s for you <3

You climb out of the back seat, tugging your skirt down self-consciously. Dean is staring at your legs, his jaw clenched, and even Sam swallows hard, then turns away.

“Does it look that bad?” you ask, worried for a moment that maybe you’re not dressed appropriately to be an FBI agent.

Sam clears his throat, and Dean growls out, “You look fine.”

You straighten your jacket, lift your chin, and get into the head space you need, a little condescending, a little no-nonsense, like you’re used to getting what you ask for. Dean gives you one more glance and, looking like he’d like to eat someone, leads the way into the police station.

You and Sam trail Dean to the front desk, standing a step behind and flashing your badges dutifully when the officer on duty asks if he can help you. “What can we do for the FBI?” he asks, just a touch of snark behind his words, and you can almost feel Dean’s thunderous frown. He’s been on edge for days, and this day seems to be a bad one. His temper has been unpredictable, his level of patience almost zero, and you cringe a little internally at what his reaction might be.

“Is your superior officer around? Maybe the big boys should talk,” he snaps, and the officer behind the desk stands up, all six feet and at least four inches of him, maybe even a little taller than Sam.

“Listen, Agent Hetfield. We don’t take kindly to feds coming in and throwing their weight around. If we can help, fine. But don’t go making demands like we owe you. We work for a living around here, too.”

You can almost feel Dean’s chest swelling, his temper ready to blow, and you step forward, one hand on his arm as you push your way in front of him. “Sorry, Officer – Thomas, is it? Please forgive my partner, this case has him a little wired.” You turn to look up at Dean, your lips tight as you speak to him in a pleasant voice, aware that he will hear the anger beneath. “Agent Hetfield, Agent Hammett, why don’t you go get that coffee we were talking about? I’ll get what we need here and meet you outside.” You narrow your eyes at him, the threat behind them clear.

“Yeah. Why don’t we just do that,” he grinds out, giving a curt nod to the officer and turning on his heel to stalk to the door, flinging it open without a pause. Sam smiles politely, then turns to follow him.

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Title: Just Purr-fect
A/N: i finally wrote something for the cat au ayyyye

Three.  Three cats. Thomas had three cats when he wanted only one.

Oops.

Granted, Logan originally was meant to be an only cat. He was the lone calm cat sitting by a window at the shelter, and was the only one to headbutt Thomas’s hand when he presented it.

Roman came next, soaking wet and covered in cardboard when he scratched at the door in the middle of a thunderstorm.  The tiger stripe kitten barely weighed anything and sucked down a bottle of kitten formula and asked for more when Thomas gave it to him.

Patton came last, but he came by Thomas’s own choice.  The kitten claimed him when he went over to Talyn’s house and the rest was history.  Thomas loved all three of them, and they were completely adorable, but come on!  Three?!

Thomas couldn’t help but still have these thoughts four months after getting Patton.  He grabbed three cans of food from the designated Cat Food Cabinet and popped the tops off, emptying the contents into any of the three bowls.  Logan always used the green bowl with the fish on it while Roman preferred the red one that was shaped like a cat head and Patton used the yellow one with cats and yarn balls on it.

The sound of cans opening was enough to call the cats. Logan could be heard hopping down from his fish tank viewing spot and Roman darted in from Thomas’s bedroom. But…Patton didn’t come running? Furrowing his brow, Thomas went to the door and opened it up, thinking he’d forgotten about letting Pat go outside.

He spotted a flash of yellow across the street and sighed in relief.  “Pat! Patpatpatpatpat!  Food time!”

The cat let out a meow and came jogging across the street with…something in his mouth.  

“No!  Drop whatever that is, Pat!  No kills in the h-“  Thomas stopped short when he realized what exactly was in Patton’s mouth: a little black kitten.  Patton gingerly set the kitten down at Thomas’s feet, sitting back and staring up at his human before letting out a drawn-out meow.  

Thomas picked up the kitten, checking it over.  The kitten cried when he touched it’s backleg, recoiling and stretching out the other direction.  Thomas gave a coo and held the kitten to his chest, shooing Patton inside and slamming the door shut as he headed to his car.


Four!  Four cats! Thomas had four cats, now, and one had a cast on its hindleg!  

“OK, in the crate you go…” Thomas said as sweetly as he could, gently placing the little black kitten inside the crate he’d just bought. Inside, he’d laid down a fleece blanket, a cotton baby blanket, a small, shallow box to act as a litterbox, and a small woven basket of plush toys and jingly bells.  

The kitten cried out when Thomas set him down, making the man fear he’d hurt him.  But, once sat down, the kitten slunk over to the corner of the crate and laid down, glaring at Thomas.  

“I know, I know, that’s gotta be embarrassing…” Thomas said with a snicker.  He stood up and tried to shut the door, but was cut off by the quick flash of orange. “Pat, no!”  

Patton sniffed the kitten’s bandages and nudged the leg with his nose, making the kitten retract its foot.  With that, Patton laid down.

“Patton, I know you wanna help, but the kitten needs to rest…” Thomas tried to reason, reaching in and pulling out the cat.  “Go sit with Lo or go find Ro…”

Patton let out a pitiful mew and slunk along the side of the crate, eyeing Thomas the whole time as he sat down beside the kitten and flopped on his side.  Thomas side and shook his head, leaving Pat to his own devices.  


Later that evening, Thomas found Patton exactly where he’d left him.  The kitten, however, had moved.  And the basket.  

Toys were strewn about the crate, and the basket was on its side with the kitten curled up inside.  The basket was dragged close to the walls of the crate, just close enough that one of Patton’s paws could reach inside and hold down the handle.  

The sight was so precious, but it had to be disturbed. So, with the pop of a can, Patton jumped up and followed Thomas into the kitchen.  Once all three cats were fed, Thomas prepared a bottle of formula. Apparently, the little kitten wasn’t even five weeks old.

Bottle feeding a kitten was difficult.  Bottle feeding a kitten with a broken leg?  Nearly impossible.  

“Sit…sit still…please, stay still.  You need – you need foo – You little!”

The kitten darted around the table.  He was surprisingly fast for having to drag a cast.  Thomas snatched him by the scruff and plopped him on his belly, holding on gently to the neck.  He’d only done this a few times, so each time was difficult. Nevertheless, Thomas pushed the bottle to the kitten’s mouth and…

……

“You know, you have to put forth some effort, now.”

……

………

“Any day, now.”

The kitten eyed him, a look that Thomas would call a glare on his face.  Groaning, Thomas gently squeezed the bottle’s sides to make some of the liquid come out. He ran his thumb over the kitten’s throat to make him swallow, and slowly but surely, the bottle’s contents started to go down.

“You’re gonna be impossible, aren’t you?”

The kitten started to purr, slowly blinking.  He finally started to latch on to the bottle when Patton jumped up on the table.  Patton laid down and propped himself up against Thomas’s arm, rolling on his back and rubbing his head on the man’s arm.  

“In a minute, buddy,” Thomas said, dipping down quickly to kiss the cat’s head.  

Finally done with the bottle, Thomas got up to get a towel. The kitten was such a messy eater; he was covered in formula.  But, when Thomas turned back to clean the cat, Patton was doing that job for him. The kitten mewed and cried gently, raising a paw to grab ahold of Patton as the orange cat licked him clean.

“Alright, that’ll work,” Thomas said with a laughed, reaching down to pet them both.  He sat down and pet the two cats, rolling his eyes when Roman hopped up and demanded attention as well.  He looked at the kitten and watched him swat at Roman and roll around.  “…You’re gonna need a name…”

The name “Virgil” came to mind, and when Thomas spoke it, the kitten sneezed.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Virgil sneezed once more.

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SPOILERS


virgils layered voice

virgil yelling and telling thomas to put down the phone

everyone arguing when it rings and such

falsehood (IN LOGANS VOICEEE and they all noticed i lovveeeee)

thomas talking abt the no escape

so much virgil honestly the hair blow the hoodie the rising up the anger at logannnnnn

LOGAN BEING EXCITED ABOUT ASTRONOMY you dont understand stars and space are my favorite things and logan was excitedddddd hhhh

the green screen was so coool