#dbf!thomas blurb

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His Inheritance: Chapter 26 ⎢ Chapter 27 — @jtargaryen18

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Arthur + Cards — @dlmlufics

Big Sister Bess — @dlmlufics

Escape to Me — @daisyblinder

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Plain Old Man — @ddejavvu

Out of the Woods — @mypoisonedvine

DBF!Hopper — @empresskylo

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dbsf!thomas has me thinking about them kissing or doing the devils tango and her dad walking in imagine the tension like damn dog

not really smutty but 18+ !!

for all the blurbs that arent accurate w the timeline, im just gonna say they're not canon, like this one. but it would go similarly, this just isnt how i think he'd find out about them.

your body was flushed against thomas' as you laid on top of your soft comforter, quiet, heavy breaths leaving your lips.

"are you sure you locked the door?" you asked nervously, wrapping a hand around his bicep.

"do you think i'm an idiot?" he asked, the corners his eyes creasing.

"i just don't want anyone to see us," your voice shook for all the wrong reasons.

"they won't," he mumbled, his thumb coming up to your lip. "now, where were we?"

the heat between your legs was almost unbearable at his words, and the look in his eyes certainly didn't help. neither did the tattoo near his collarbone, or the chain around his neck.

"god, i need you to touch me, thom," your back arched as you whined.

you were fully clothed, him shirtless, which only drove you further to insanity. his body was a blessing and you were grateful to have him all to yourself.

"be patient, mon amour," he tutted. "we'll get there."

his lips locked with yours and you moaned, cupping his cheek to bring him closer. he tasted like the mango chapstick that had previously been on your lips, and it was heaven.

he let out a sigh of content as you wrapped your leg around his torso, pulling him down against your crotch. his hips moved at a rhythmic pace right against your clit, causing you to lose your focus as you struggled to kiss back.

"mh— thom," you mumbled against his lips. "i need you."

a hand made its way into your hair, deepening the kiss. "if i take you, we might get caught. think you can be quiet for me?"

you nodded eagerly. "i'll be good, i promise."

his breath fanned against your face. "i don't know. maybe we shouldn't go further? not right now—"

"no, thom, please. you don't understand, i need you now."

"what if we get caught?"

"you're really turning me off right now," you huffed impatiently.

he rolled his eyes. "i'm being realistic."

"i was the one who asked you earlier and you said you locked the door so what's the big deal now?"

"earlier, i was blinded by lust—"

"are you not anymore?" you cut him off.

"no, i am," he gave you a small, toothy smile. "but i don't want that to lead to something bad—"

right as those words left his mouth, your door bursted open. heavy footsteps quickly made their way into your room, not even giving you both the chance to act casual.

"y/n— what the fuck?" brendan's eyes met thomas' and they widened as he stopped in his tracks.

thomas scrambled off of you and shot up to his feet. "it's not what it—"

"shut the fuck up," your dad's nostrils flared angrily. "why the fuck are you on top of my daughter?"

"well, technically i'm not on top of her anymore—"

"thomas fucking bordeleau, i'll rip your body apart limb by limb if you don't tell me why the hell you were touching my daughter."

thomas swallowed loudly, full of fear for the first time in his life. he felt his heart in his throat.

"dad, it wasn't his idea," you shook your head. "i wanted it, please don't get mad at him."

"y/n, i don't want to hear another word from you."

"but dad—"

he cut you off with a glare, tears welling up in your eyes. "enough. not another word."

"why in the world would you think it would be okay for you to fuck my best friend? he's forty fucking years old!" he shouted, making you flinch.

tears fell from your eyes but you remained quiet like he demanded.

"don't yell at her—"

"bullshit," he cut thomas off. "i can't even think straight, i don't know what the fuck to say to you guys but you're in deep shit, y/n."

"it's not her fault," thomas defended. "i'm the older one, blame me."

"it takes two to fuck, thomas," he spat.

"stay in your room," he said to you before clenching his jaw at thomas. "you're coming with me."

[greg-montgomery]

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part two to the one where he misses out on senior night

part one

this ones a bit different but i hope you like it :)

when you and thomas walked into the house, you heard the sound of sweet laughter coming from the living room. if it were any other day, or any other time, you'd probably be upset. hell, the you from earlier today would have been upset. but at the moment, you couldn't care less and that was all thanks to the man who showed up for you.

your dad and hunter had come back from the dinner not too long ago, both of them sitting on the couch enjoying a movie you've never heard of. you and thomas made your presence known and their heads whipped towards you.

"hey! how was it?" brendan asked, looking down at the bouquet in your hands.

"it was fun. look what thom got me!" you showed him excitedly. "aren't they pretty?"

his eyes flicked up towards thomas', who simply shrugged as if to say the flowers should have come from you, not me.

"he didn't have to do that," he chuckled a bit knowingly—yeah, he knew he was in the wrong.

"hunter, look!"

you were so blinded by joy that nothing else mattered. you walked to the couch and sat beside your older brother, showing him the pretty bouquet.

while you were distracted, brendan got up and walked towards thomas, pulling him aside.

"how much were the flowers?" he mumbled, pulling out his wallet.

"what? bren, no," thomas refused, immediately shaking his head.

"how much were they?" he repeated, toying with some bills.

"i'm not making you pay for them, bren, are you out of your damn mind? what do you think this is?" thomas asked, reaching out and grabbing his hand to stop him.

he gave thomas a hard stare. "that's my daughter. my daughter. the least i can do is pay for flowers you didn't need to buy. i owe you, remember."

"yeah, you do owe me," thomas agreed while nodding. "but not like this. put your fucking wallet away, she's coming."

he shoved it back in his pocket, greeting his kid with a smile. she grinned at the both of them, swaying on the balls of her feet.

"whatcha guys up to?" you asked sweetly.

"what do you want?" he rolled his eyes at your antics.

"what do you mean?" you feigned innocence. "just wanted to know what you were doing."

they both knew you better than that, giving you the same look, and you had to sigh as you'd been caught.

"okayyy," you puffed your lips out in defeat. "i wanted froyo. can we go get some, please?"

"y/n—"

"please dad! it's my day today," you begged, grabbing his hand. "it wont even take long, we can just grab it and come back."

"hun, i'm tired. and hunter and i were busy," he sighed, giving you your answer.

"but dad—"

"i said," he let out a breath, closing his eyes. "i'm tired. maybe tomorrow, okay?"

you frowned. "okay."

thomas watched the way your shoulders slumped, the bouquet still in your hands as you made your way up to your room. he knew the happiness would only last so long after seeing your dad.

"good god, bren," he mumbled just loud enough for brendan to hear. "i'll take you!"

you stopped in your tracks and turned around. "no, you don't have to waste your night for me. you've already done so much."

"y/n, i'm not wasting my night," he gave your dad a glare. "i want to take you."

slowly, you walked back up to them, looking up at him with your soft eyes. "are you sure?"

"positive," he said in a heartbeat.

"dad, can i go?" you asked for permission.

brendan gave thomas a look—they seemed to do that often.

"yeah, whatever. here, take this," he waved his hand tiredly before reaching into his back pocket for the second time tonight.

"not again—"

"thom, shh," you shushed him as brendan handed you some cash. "thanks dad."

"yeah, thanks dad," thomas thanked sarcastically.

brendan made a face, crinkling his eyes and giving thomas an equally sarcastic smile.

"we'll be back in a bit," thomas said before his hand came up to hover behind your shoulder, guiding you away.

"bye guys!" you waved at the other two with a grin.

thomas would do all he that could to keep that smile on your face.

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dbf!thom being there for your first tattoo (preferably one between the boobs, but that's just what i want)

not canon

"what are you getting?" thomas asked as you took off your shirt. "woah, why are you getting naked? babe, i'm not fucking you on this—"

"we're not having sex," you laughed, turning around for him to unclasp your bra. he hesitated, waiting for you to clarify what was going on.

"i'm getting a boob tat," you informed, craning your head back to look at him.

his eyes widened. "i'm sorry, what?"

"i mean, not exactly on my boob but like, in between them. now take it off."

it fell off immediately and he placed it on the table in the room. he parted his lips to speak but his breath got caught in his throat and he choked, coughing up a bit.

"you good, bro?" you asked, standing up to aggressively pat his back.

"i'm good, and stop calling me bro," he moved away from your assault. "and sit back down, its weird seeing you walking around naked in public."

"first of all, i'm not naked," you pointed out after listening to him. "and second, we aren't technically in public. this is a private room."

"another man's going to see your boobs," he realized aloud, hands instinctively reaching out to cover your chest.

"thom," you said as his hands touched your skin. "a girl. not a man, a girl."

"oh," was all he replied, eyebrows furrowing as he squeezed in thought.

"you're squishing my boobs."

"they're my favourite stress balls."

you gave him a look and he simply gave you a cheeky smile before the tattoo artist walked in.

"oh—"

"no, no, no! you can come in!" you exclaimed right as she was about to turn around. "he's just annoying."

"i thought he was your—"

"no, nope, boop, shh," you cut her off immediately. "let's get this boob tat started, shall we?"

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first time sleeping in dbfthom bed… maybe a rainy day and his sheets are just so soft and warm 🫠

okay this one got long. kinda really long. got kinda angsty and its not even canon so-

when you knocked on thomas' door absolutely soaked from the pouring rain, he immediately pulled you in and tried his hardest not to reprimand you.

"y/n, what the hell were you doing outside?" he asked as your clothes wet the floor.

"w-well, you see," your teeth chattered, arms crossed as you tried warming yourself up.

"don't tell me you fought with your dad again," he sighed, already knowing the answer.

"it wasn't m-my fault."

"i know it wasn't, it's always his. now c'mon, let's get you warmed up and into bed, hm?"

he took your shivering frame upstairs and into his bedroom, leading you to the massive ensuite. you and him had been getting closer recently, and the kiss he left on your forehead before walking out did nothing to control the raging feelings in your mind.

your heart fluttered as he closed the door and you stripped out of your disgustingly damp clothes to take a nice, warm shower. the hot water felt amazing on your skin, you no longer smelt like mud and dirty rain. you smelt like him, which led to a feeling of comfort washing over you.

when you stepped out of the shower you noticed some clothes sitting on the counter by your towel, your dirty ones no longer on the ground. you smiled to yourself before changing into the sweatpants and hoodie he left you.

they were huge. you cuddled into the hoodie and a lingering scent of cologne hit your nose, making you grin as butterflies filled your stomach.

he was sitting on his bed when you walked out, giving you a warm smile when his eyes met yours. he felt his chest flip at the sight of you in his clothes and he chuckled at how big they were on you, nevermind the fact that you didnt bother rolling the pants up, letting them dangle past your feet as you struggled to walk.

"c'mere," he beckoned with a smile.

"i'm trying," you giggled with slow steps.

the moment you took a seat on his bed, you let out a loud gasp. "your bed is so comfy!"

"is it?" his head tilted in surprise.

"mhm," you nodded, flopping back onto the mattress. "i love it so much."

"you can sleep here if you want," he suggested, pushing himself off the bed and onto his knees. "just tell your dad where you are."

you couldn't see him so you didn't know what he was doing, as your head was tilted upward to the ceiling. ignoring his last sentence, you felt his fingers along the bottom of your—his— pants and your heart leaped, causing you to quickly sit up straight.

"what are you doing?" you asked, looking down at him.

"fixing your pants," he mumbled in concentration as he folded the bottom up.

"that tickles," you held back a laugh as he brushed against the bottom of your foot. "don't make me kick you in the face."

"would you really do that to me?" he looked at you briefly before moving onto the next.

"not on purpose."

a couple moments of sweet silence passed, at least in your eyes. in thom's, however, the silence was nothing close to comfortable, the thoughts in his head causing a rapid change of energy. he bit the inside of his cheek as his hands held each of your ankles.

you simply shrugged and laid back, deaf to the loud argument inside his head. your arms spread out and began to make snow angel-like movements on the soft comforter.

"tell your dad you're with me," he said after a few minutes.

your face fell and you paused. "why?"

"he's gotta know where you are. he'll worry—"

"he doesnt care, thom," you cut him off. "he never does."

he stood up and grabbed his phone, a bit of frustration rushing through his veins as he clenched his jaw at you. a pang of fear hit your gut at the look on his face, afraid you'd made him upset. you sat up once again and he showed you the missed calls on his screen.

"my phone was on silent," he started, tapping his foot. "don't tell me he doesn't care when he calls me every time you leave."

you swallowed the lump in your throat, looking away from the screen. guilt immediately flooded your heart. "i'm sorry."

"i know you're scared of him sometimes, ma belle. and i know that he has a weird way of showing you that he cares but deep down, he really does."

his hand came up to the back of your head, forcing you to look up at him. "i'll call him back, tell him you're safe and convince him to let you stay the night. does that sound okay?"

you simply nodded at his words, not wanting to disappoint him as a stray tear fell from your face. his thumb came to your aid, wiping it away.

"don't cry, love."

"i d-didn't know he cared," you mumbled, holding back tears.

"he doesnt seem to show it," he agreed. "get settled and i'll be back in a bit, alright? you're okay, don't worry."

you hummed in response and he walked out to call your dad, not wanting you to hear the conversation if brendan were to say anything dumb like he always tended to. you climbed into the blanket and rested your head upon the fluffy pillow, a sigh leaving your lips.

by the time he got back, you'd already fallen asleep and he hadn't been gone long either, which made him smile. you were just tired and all you wanted was rest.

"you're lucky your dad said yes," he muttered, flicking off the light and turning the lamp on instead.

"goodnight and sweet dreams, mon chou. i'll be here when you wake up."

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okay thought, ik she probably doesn’t have the time for a sport, but what if she were part of something like track (an easier sport to be apart of) and on senior night when everyone’s parents are supposed to show up for photos and celebrations brendan never shows so she thinks she’s gonna be the only one without a parent or someone there then thom shows up cause she’d been talking about it for days and he wanted to make sure she had someone for her !

"what do you mean you aren't coming?" thomas asked as he stood in front of your school.

"i can't make it, there's this dinner and—"

"a dinner's more important than your daughter, really?" he cut brendan off aggressively. "bren, i'm tired of your bad parenting, are you fucking kidding me? she's waiting for you, she's been looking forward to this for weeks."

"first of all, i'm not a bad parent," brendan sighed through the phone. "i'm doing what i think is best for both of them. you aren't their dad, i'm doing what i can."

"yeah, i see that," he scoffed. "i guess i'm going to be the one dropping her home then, right?"

"... can you?"

"god, bren," he groaned, running a hand through his hair. "yes, i can, but you gotta do better."

"i will, okay, i will."

he rotated the bouquet in his hand. "i gotta go. i'll see you when we get home."

"home?"

"i-i mean, her home— your house. when i drop her home, to your house," he stammered, eyes wide.

"right. see ya."

he uttered a small goodbye before hanging up and shaking his head. after taking a deep breath, he fixed his posture and made his way to find you—which wasn't that hard considering all he had to do was follow the other parents.

you stood in the corner of your room, all by yourself as you watched the other students with their families. thomas spotted you immediately, his heart clenching at the sight of your face. you looked defeated, as if you knew your dad wasn't going to show.

you hadn't noticed him when he began walking towards you, too distracted by all the happy faces around. it was when he came up beside you and tapped your shoulder that you flinched and looked at him.

"thom, what are you doing here?" your eyebrows raised in surprise, glancing down at the flowers in his hand.

"i'm here for you," he gave you a smile, holding the flowers out for you to hold. "these are for you."

your lips parted and you grabbed them at a loss for words. "thank you."

"anything for my best girl. now c'mon, let's go take some pictures and have fun. rub it in your dad's face a little," he said almost playfully.

you chuckled. "i like the sound of that."

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part two

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im just a slut for like dbf!thom and just domestic fluff like obvi since briss is so busy with your brother constantly- maybe thom teaching you how to cook or something

contains: dbf!thom, food, cooking, their dynamic progressing :) this is a bit earlier into things

omg yes. okay this isnt as fluffy as ik we would have liked but this au is kinda depressing lol. also, briss is always cooking healthy shit so hunter doesnt get out of shape and you're just stuck eating it every time. so when thom asks you what you want to eat you're always like uhhh..

the first time thomas stayed the night and joined your family dinner, he was.. confused, to say the least. your dad used to eat healthy, sure, but not for the most part. not like he did now—so when he saw what brendan was feeding you and hunter, he could hardly believe his eyes.

that wasn't to say the food was bad, no, it was just a weird feeling to see that his best friend had changed more than he thought. however, he found it odd when it kept happening. how did your dad have the time to make 'healthy' home cooked meals everyday but not enough time to take care of you? it frustrated him.

so when brendan had asked thomas to take care of you for the night, he decided it was time to teach you how to cook something you actually liked to eat. not something he knew you pretended to like because you didn't want to get in trouble.

"y/n! come down here please."

you'd been laying on your stomach, legs propped up into the air as you scrolled through your phone. you heard his voice and your heart dropped before you scrambled to get up and run downstairs. his tone didn't sound angry but his words were enough to scare you nonetheless.

"don't run, ma belle," he warned, hearing your heavy footsteps creeping up on him.

you stopped, fingers coming up to your necklace as you anxiously fiddled with the pendant. his back was turned towards you as he began doing something in front of the stove.

"did i do something wrong? i'm sorry—"

"no," he quickly cut you off, whipping his head towards you. "you didn't do anything wrong. i just wanted you to help me cook dinner."

your lips parted. "oh."

it wasn't an unwelcomed feeling but a flutter of warmth leaped into your heart. as sad as it sounded, no one—your dad—had ever asked you to help them with anything as domestic as this. you always did what you were told, chores and all, but helping someone because they wanted your help was different.

and you hated how good it made you feel. it was bittersweet that it was him who asked.

"why don't you start by putting the pasta in the pot," he spoke slowly after a moment. "you do like pasta, right?"

"mhm," you nodded your head, stepping towards him to do as he instructed. "how much?"

"use your judgement."

you gave him a blank stare. "you trust me?"

"what?" his eyes crinkled at the sides. "of course i do. besides, if you make too much we can always eat it tomorrow."

this didn't help. you blinked at him rapidly, nerves creeping up your spine.

"i don't want to do anything wrong," you confessed.

"we'll do it together," he reassured, sensing your internal fear. you didn't trust yourself.

you held the box of dry pasta in your hand, hovering over the water boiling on the stove. he knew he shouldn't, but he placed his hand on top of yours and let the noodles fall in.

your eyes widened and you gulped at the feeling of his fingers on your skin. were you sweating because of him or the steam hitting your face? you couldn't tell as he moved your quivering hand away from the stove, letting go after doing so.

"so— um," he looked away nervously and walked over to the fridge. "you can grab a fork and stir it so they don't stick together. also, whenever you're making pasta make sure to salt the water a lot."

"totally didn't know that," you muttered shakily, grabbing a fork from the drawer.

he raised an eyebrow at your snarky remark, peaking his head out from behind the fridge to look at you. you didn't think anything of what you said so you didn't catch him looking at you, but he was surprised.

"didn't know you had it in you," he commented after grabbing what he needed.

"what?" you turned.

"sarcasm," the corner of his lip quirked upwards.

"you think you're funny."

"i think it's the other way around, mon chou. now let's get the sauce going."

"you always call me these names and i don't even know what they mean," you told him quietly.

he smiled. "you'll figure it out one day. alright, chop chop. grab the onions and garlic."

"... where are they?"

"have you not gone through the kitchen yet? you've been here like five times."

"that doesn't mean i'm gonna snoop through your things," you looked at him in confusion. what was he expecting from you?

"well i'm giving you permission to," he stated firmly. "turn my whole house upside down, i don't fucking care. just find the onions and garlic."

he laughed—almost giggled—at his last sentence and so did you, finding humour in his seriousness until the end.

--

"you know, your dad and i used to make this all the time back in college."

"is it really cooking if you're using premade pesto?"

he stopped pouring it in the pan and gave you a look. "oh, come on, y/n."

"i'm just saying," you held your hands up with a laugh.

he grinned, handing you the spoon to mix everything up as he leaned against the counter beside you. "do you know anything about your dad in college? everything we did?"

"nope," you shook your head with a shrug. "he always told hunter about it. i remember listening in on their conversations but i never got those talks."

the smile on your face was deceiving, he could tell. "do you care to know?"

"it always sounded really fun," you confessed, grabbing the pot of rotini.

"well, now we've got something to talk about over dinner, hm?"

[hugheshugs]

Dbf!thom taking you shopping for something you need like maybe something for school like books or supplies bc you’d asked your dad and he said he didn’t have time

--blurb time--

"i have money, so i don't want you paying," you said to thomas, grabbing his finger as he mindlessly walked behind you.

"i will be paying, thank you very much."

"no," you stopped in your tracks. "you were forced to bring me, the least i can do is pay for my own stuff."

"i wasn't exactly forced—"

"he said he didn't have time and told you to bring me instead. that kinda sounds like forcing to me," you gave him a sarcastic smile before starting to shop.

"i would have come even if he didn't need me to," he mumbled quietly. "i care about you, if you need someone i'm always going to be by your side."

you sighed, the tone of his voice helping you realize that he felt bad because you thought him coming with you—instead of your dad—was an inconvenience to him.

"thank you, thom. i really appreciate it," you replied carefully, not wanting to hurt him with your words. "the same goes for you, you know that, right?"

he nodded and grabbed the basket out of your hand. "so will you let me pay?"

"wha— no!"

[hugheshugs]

Dbf! Thomas helping you during your periods 🥺

your periods were usually really bad. sometimes even sitting in a certain position would cause your lower back to ache, not to mention the constant hot flashes and unbearable stabs to your abdomen.

you never felt close enough to share your struggles with your dad. hunter, maybe occasionally, but brendan was almost completely unaware. when thomas came into the picture, he knew from the first month that you needed help—and he hadn't left your side since.

"what do you need, mon amour?" he asked lightly as he sat by your side, brushing some hair away from your eyes.

"a gun," you mumbled, burrying yourself further into the pillow.

"that's not funny."

you groaned, face clenching as you doubled over in pain. "im serious."

"did you take any pain meds today?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

you shook your head and he sighed, standing up to grab it and a glass of warm water. you grabbed his hand to stop him from leaving, causing him to look back at you.

"i'll be right back, mon chou—"

you made a sound of disapproval, squeezing his finger that was wrapped between all five of yours. his eyes softened at the sight.

"just stay with me, please," you asked quietly. "you're all i need."

without another word, he tugged his shirt off and climbed into the other side of the bed, gently guiding you onto his body. you let out a hum of satisfaction as he laid on his back with you on his chest.

the feeling of his skin on your half bare stomach felt heavenly after he pulled your shirt up just a bit, but another pang to your stomach broke the peace. your hand reached up to grab his chain as your eyes fluttered shut.

"it hurts," you whimpered in pain.

"i know, i'm so sorry," he comforted, rubbing light circles on your back. "go to sleep for me, hm? you'll feel better when you wake up."

"promise?"

he chuckled lightly, bending down to kiss the top of your head. "i promise."

[hugheshugs]

Dbf!Thom taking Y/n with him when he gets a new tattoo and she gets turned on by his little grunts and winces

--blurb time--

"thom, i don't really love the idea of seeing you in pain," you told him as he dragged you into the tattoo shop.

"it doesn't even hurt. just feels a little uncomfortable, no biggie," he replied with a shrug.

you sighed, knowing there was no way you were going to get out of this one. what if he started bleeding, or even worse, what if he started crying? the sight would be unbearable, you'd probably yank him off the chair as fast as you could and ruin the tattoo.

when he got situated with the tattoo artist, laying on his stomach while the tools and things were being prepped, he gave you a soft smile. you sat on a chair beside him, fiddling with your fingers.

"you look more nervous than me," he mumbled, grabbing your hand. "i'll be okay, mon amour."

"you're just saying that 'cause i'm here. i know you're strong and everything but that doesn't mean you can't feel pain."

he chuckled at the genuine frown on your lips, rubbing small circles against your skin. "if it makes you feel better, i won't pretend it doesn't hurt when it does. and you can baby me all you want when we get home."

he whispered that last part just loud enough for you to hear, a wide smile adorning your features as you laughed at his words. "i like that plan a lot."

and when the tattoo gun sounded, he squeezed your hand to mentally prepare you, even though it should have been the other way around. your eyes never left his frame, flickering between his face and the tattoo artist's hand.

if looks could kill, thomas knew the man would be six feet under, a result of his girl's anger for causing him to hurt. his little groans of pain flooded your ears and you glanced at him with worry filled eyes.

"you okay, thom?" you bent down just a tad for him to hear you.

"mhm," he hummed hoarsely, his face scrunching in pain. "just pea— fuck. peachy. p-perfectly fine."

you bit the inside of your cheek, tightening your grip on his hand as breathy groans overtook the room.

"oh my god," his eyes nearly rolled back as his teeth clenched. "you okay, y/n?"

you swallowed loudly but the sound was drowned out by the low buzz of the tool. "y-yeah. are you?"

your hand was close to numb and you knew the answer when he didn't reply, his eyes simply closing as he winced.

his whimpers went right to your stomach, making you shift every few seconds as you struggled to keep your breathing steady. the more this went on, the more you wanted him.

after one particular sound he made, your eyes widened and you had to look away. it was deep and rough, laced with pain but a squeak managed to leave your mouth nonetheless. you shrugged it off with a cough, impatiently tapping your feet against the cold tile.

this was going to be a long couple of hours.

[hugheshugs]

Okay dbf! Thom and y/n teasing each other when Bren has him over like he walks past her and leaves a slap on her ass or while they’re eating dinner she’s across from him and keeps moving her feet slowly on his inner thighs or just straight up put’s her feet on his crotch and he’s shocked bc she’s usually not like that.

oh. my. god.

this would obviously be further into the relationship. i feel like she'd never gain the confidence to actually do anything like that, because she's a bit of a quiet girl who keeps to herself (like you said), but lets say she was feeling a bit.. frisky.

i mean, after all thom's ass slapping throughout the day, something's bound to happen, right? he can't just expect you to take it without giving him anything in return.

-- blurb under the cut --

"thom— you good? why're you moving like that?" brendan asked, giving thomas a confused look as he paused his chewing.

"i'm— i'm fine," thomas swallowed nervously.

bren knew something was up, because his best friend never acted this way. he was always cool, calm and collected, and currently he was none of those.

"no you're not. what's wrong, do you not like the food?"

"no, i," he paused, sending you a glare that bren didn't think much of. "i like it i-i just.. i have a rash."

you stopped your movements, utterly shocked by the lie he came up with. your eyes flicked towards your dad's as you subtly brought your foot back down, him looking back at you with the same expression.

"i think i'm done for the night," bren muttered before standing up and taking his plate to the kitchen.

"oh, you're in big trouble," thomas bit the inside of his cheek to contain himself.

"ooo, i'm so scared."

[hugheshugs]

a tbf!thom imagine of the reader being really clingy and not wanting to leave thomas's side but he has to shave so the reader just goes to the bathroom with him and does it for him while sitting on the counter with him standing between the readers legs, and then he kisses her and gets shaving cream all over her face <3

contains: dbf(dadsbestfriend)!thom, pure fluff and smiles.

"mon amour, i gotta get ready for work," he chuckled with a big smile as you clung to his arm.

neither of you knew why you were acting this way. you'd woken up in an incredibly needy mood and he gave you all the attention he wanted, but it was nearing the usual time he left home for work and you were having none of it.

"oh, c'mon thommy, can't you just call in sick today? please," you begged, jutting out your bottom lip.

"as much as i wish i could, i can't," he looked at you with loving eyes. "i've got a really important meeting and i just can't miss it. je m'excuse, ma belle."

"i don't even know what that means," you huffed with furrowed eyebrows as he started walking away. "thomassss."

he stepped into the washroom and gave you a look as if to say do you really want to follow me in here?

"stink up the whole room, i don't care!" you held your ground, still attached to his arm.

"oh my god," he laughed. "you're so gross."

"i just love you," you shrugged as he shook his head in disbelief.

"i love you too but i wouldn't follow you into the washroom like this."

"well i know you aren't gonna—"

"don't say poop."

you grinned, staying silent. "your face is kinda prickly."

a moment of silence. your spontaneous observation was followed by a slap to his two cheeks as you held them in your hands, running your thumbs back and forth.

"i know, that's why i came in here," he finally told you.

"but i like it," you frowned. it was different. you thought it made him look handsome, whereas you knew he thought it made him look his age, hence why the distate from his end.

"well, i don't," he told you, pulling himself out of your hold to walk up to the sink. as he grabbed the necessary items for his task, you situated yourself onto the counter and right in front of the mirror.

he hadn't realized what you were doing until he was done, peeking up to look in the mirror only to meet your eyes instead. "y/n—"

"i just wanna help you!"

one thing about thom was that he always had a hard time saying no to you. sometimes he could do it but it always broke a piece of his heart, and the look on your face at the moment just made it ten times harder to decline your offer.

"okay," he sighed, reaching behind you to wet his face. "put the shaving cream on."

"yay!" you squealed. he bit back a toothy smile at your excitement, watching as you pumped the cream into your hands.

"that's enough," he warned after three.

"are you sure? it doesn't seem like enough," your eyebrows crinkled as you looked at him.

"it's enough," he whispered lightly, nothing but adoration in his eyes.

"mkay," you shrugged, completely dismissing his gaze. you brought your hands up to his cheeks, smiling as you smeared the cream all over the places he thought he needed to shave.

his moustache, his chin, his sideburns, his jaw—you name it. it almost hurt you to do so but you tried not to think about it too much, which wasn't exactly the hardest thing to do because you were having fun.

when you finished looked up at him, you had to refrain from slapping a hand to your mouth. you giggled, turning back to rinse your hands.

"you look funny. like santa."

"thanks, mrs. claus," he rolled his eyes, looking at you through the mirror. "can i tell you something?"

you gave him your attention after turning to face him, wiping your hands on the towel he left by your side. "yeah?"

"i love you so much," he smiled, the words coming from his heart. you blushed as if he didn't already tell you that everyday, a sight he never got tired of seeing.

"i love you," you told him quietly, completely ignoring the fact that he was leaning in.

"yeah, you do?" he teased, breath fanning against your face. his hands were on either side of you, gripping the counter as he maneuvered himself in between your legs.

"mhm," you mumbled, unable to say anything else. your heart raced the closer he got—if that was even possible.

no matter how much time you spent together, and no matter how much you both knew you loved each other, you never failed to get butterflies in your stomach or get that fluttery feeling at his words, or his touch—or anything he did, for that matter. he always seemed to put you in a trance and he knew it.

his lips inched closer to yours, you completely oblivious to his plan as they finally touched. your brain went numb—the good kind—for a split second before you felt the chill of the shaving cream against your face, making you shove him away with both of your hands before letting out a scream.

"thom!" you gasped, but he didn't take that as a sign to stop.

he wrapped you in his arms, trapping you between his muscles (that you very much loved) as he rubbed his cheek against yours.

"oh my god, thom, stop it!" you cried through laughs.

"never! i love you so much," he grinned, moving to the other side of your face.

"this is so messy! what are you, five?"

he didn't reply, simply moving to the rest of your face as he pressed gentle kisses to every inch of your skin. you couldn't stop laughing, which only made him want to go on. he never got tired of hearing your laugh, especially when he was the reason for the happy sound.

his fingers tickled your sides as he kissed your nose, your forehead, your shaving cream covered cheeks and even your lips. by the end, you were breathless, a result of the laughter and the way your body reacted to his delicate touch.

he finally pulled away and you looked at him with one of the biggest smiles he'd ever seen, which only made him smile even harder.

"you're insane," you said through heaves. he threw his head back with a laugh.

"love drives you insane sometimes," he countered while cupping your cheeks. "i don't know what i'd do without you."

"you wouldn't have anyone to attack with shaving cream. i love you, santa claus."

[hugheshugs]

(currently listening to matilda so i’m in my feels) but reader having a breakdown in front of dbf thom bc she feels so alone in her house and like invisible to bren bc she just never gets as much attention as hunter and thom is so sweet and comforting and tells her that she’s not invisible

alexa, play invisible by 5sos

you were holding it in all day and thom was the only one who noticed. the guys were over so your dad wasn't really paying attention to you (but when does he, anyway) and you heard him talking about something that upsets you so you walked up to your room and tried to hold in your tears. you knew you were going to have to go back down so you couldn't show any sign of discomfort.

thom slipped away after a couple minutes, excusing himself to go to the washroom but walking up to your bedroom instead. he locked the door behind him as he saw you sitting against your bedframe with your knees tucked to your chest.

you didn't look at him, staring aimlessly as you were trapped in your thoughts.

"you okay, ma chérie?" he asked softly, taking a seat beside you.

"he doesn't like me," you mumbled as your heart raced.

"who?"

"my dad," you shifted, resting your head on his shoulder. he tucked you under his arm. "he ignores me whenever hunter's around. o-or when anyone's around, even."

your quivering voice indicated that you were on the brink of tears. "he hates me."

and you broke, sobs leaving your throat as thom immediately jumped into action, grabbing you in his arms and pulling you into his lap. with your legs on either side of his thighs, you balled his shirt in your fist while you cried into his chest.

he tried his hardest to quiet your cries, not wanting anyone to hear your heartbreak. one hand cradled the back of your head as the other was wrapped around your frame, running up and down your back.

"i feel i-invisible," you confessed, your throat scratching with a burning ache. "he doesn't care about me, n-no one does. i'm so alone."

you let out another sob as he shook his head, shushing you repeatedly.

"you aren't invisible, mon amour—"

"yes i am!" you cut him off mid cry. "i don't have anyone."

"stop saying that," he said quietly. "there are people who care about you."

"who?"

"well, i care about you more than anything," he told you softly. "and you've got the guys downstairs, you know they love you. and your grandparents, uncle jordy."

your cries turned to sniffles as you shoved your head into his neck, listening to his words. his thumb rubbed comforting circles against your delicate skin.

"that's like, ten people already. and then you have their families—their wives that treat you like their daughter whenever you see them."

"but i'm not their first choice," you whimpered weakly. "i'm not anyone's first choice."

"you're mine," he said firmly. "you'll always be my first choice. whenever you feel alone, just know you have me, okay?"

he stroked your hair as you nodded. he hadn't realized how fast his heart had been beating until it started calming down.

"you're not invisible. you never are, never have been and never will be, do you understand me?"

you hiccuped and swallowed the lump in your throat before reluctantly nodding your head once more, fiddling with the chain around his neck.

"t-thank you, thommy," you whispered, eyelashes fluttering against him. "i love you."

"you're my best girl, hm?" he murmured with a kiss to your head. "i love you so much, mon amour. so much."

[hugheshugs]

RIRI dbf thom eating you out for the first time

nsfw // 18+ !!

kenz !! omg, girl this one got me. daddy kink ahead.

you were so scared because he's your first everything and the thought of someone wanting to do that seems so odd to you. not that you were oblivious about it, you were just scared that he wouldn't like the way you taste, so when he proposed it you were a little nervous.

but he reassured you and insisted that he wanted to do it, that he wanted to taste you, and thomas was always good at convincing you. he made sure you were 100% okay with it before you guys started and the moment his tongue met your clit, you turned to putty.

you tried to hold back your moans and whimpers, so much that thom had to force them out of you. his praises were what finally got a sound out. you felt them in your core. him telling you you're a good girl and how well you were doing for daddy.

he asked you to tell him how good he made you feel and the more you moaned, the more you got from him.

he sensed that you were holding yourself back from touching him so he grabbed your hands and guided them to his hair. you tried your best not to pull too hard, lightly tugging on the strands while his tongue lapped up your wetness. he let out a couple moans at the feeling.

you were mumbling incoherent phrases, telling him how good you felt and how much you loved him. he could barely make them out and quite frankly, you were in such a dazed state that you didn't even know what you were saying.

"feels so— mh, f-feels so good, d-daddy."

he drew circles on your clit before encouraging you to come for daddy and with one last touch of his tongue, you came.

"such a good girl for me. you did so well, i'm so proud of you."

[hugheshugs]

what about y/n studying for a big test, like a final or something, and she’s super stressed and thom offers to help her study. maybe brings her coffee and quizzes her but also forces her to take breaks every so often and tries to ease her nerves?

contains: dbf!thom, mentions poor eating habits and reader not taking care of herself, crying and stress.

thomas knew something was up with you. it'd been going on for a week and he was beginning to lose his patience. you didn't text him like you used to and you avoided his questions asking you how you were doing, so he knew for sure that you weren't well.

but if something were really wrong, he would have known by now. brendan definitely would have told him which eased his mind just a tad. he decided to come see you today because brendan and hunter were busy at the rink.

somehow he'd convinced brendan to give him a key to your house. he didn't know if you knew or not but as he put some bags of your favourite snacks in his car, he hoped it would go differently this time in comparison to your first meeting.

when he walked into your house there was no sign of you anywhere. he put the bags in the kitchen before slowly walking upstairs and to your room.

"babe," he called instead of knocking, not wanting to scare you. "can i come in?"

no response. he twisted the knob and thankfully it was unlocked, letting himself in using his own judgement. he didn't know what to expect after not having seen you for so long, he just hoped you were okay.

he saw you sitting at your desk after he shut the door behind him. your head was down and a notebook rested on the table under your forehead as you remained silent.

"mon amour.." he spoke as he walked up to you. "what's wrong?"

a gentle touch was placed on your shoulder, leaving you with no choice but to look up at him. he sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of your face, wondering what you'd been doing to yourself.

"baby, what the fuck happened? why are you crying? why do you look so tired, what's wrong?" he questioned immediately, maneuvering himself into the space between your legs before placing your head into his midsection.

your eyes were bloodshot. your face was pale, there were bags under your eyes—you almost looked sick. he'd never seen you this way before and he wished he never did.

"thom," you sniffled, unable to muster any other words.

he ran a soothing hand through your hair, trying to calm you down. "i'm here, mon chou. you're okay, tell me what's going on."

he went down to his knees and cupped your face in his hands, wiping away the tears falling from your eyes. you looked so fragile, so scared.

"i-i'm not good at school," you confessed. "i try so hard but i'm not and—and i have this huge test coming up so i've just b-been studying and it's so much for m-my head. i can't take it."

his heart broke at your words. you were just trying to do your best.

"it's okay, mon amour. i understand, i'm here for you," he comforted, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"m'sorry that i haven't been," you hiccuped. "been talking t-to you properly. just so scared for this."

"no, never apologize," he shook his head quickly. "you're scared, you're doing the best you can. such a good girl, do you need some help? i can help you."

you made a sound of disapproval, wiping your nose aggressively. "you have better things to do. it's okay, i can do this myself."

"and if i want to help you? will you let me?"

you felt your heart pounding in your head and as much as you wanted to decline his offer once more, you couldn't. you knew you had to, you knew you needed him.

"please," you mumbled after a moment, almost begging. "only i-if you want."

"i promise i'll always be here to help you. now, when was the last time you ate? let's get you back to the y/n we all know and love, hm?" his words were less of a question and more a demand as he stood up and onto his feet.

you looked up at him with your doe eyes and he brough his hand up to your chin. "i don't have time to leave. we need to do this n-now."

"no," he refuted. "you need to take care of yourself, bub. we can come back to this later but for now, lets go down to eat and watch some tv. just for a bit."

your lips parted as you hoped to fight back but he gave you a look and you cowered down.

"y/n, now." he finalized. "besides, i brought you your favourite honey butter chips."

a small smile creeped onto your face. "you did?"

"mhm," he nodded, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your lips. "i love you plus qu'hier. now are you tempted?"

"mhm," you copied unintentionally with a grin on your face, nodding your head just as he did.

"what are we waiting for? we got this, you're going to ace that test. i believe in you, mon amour. the world is in your hands."