Thomfred

This blog is dedicated to Thomas Barrow and Alfred Nugent from Downton Abbey... <3

[fuck-yeah-thomfred]

Thomfred fic list

This is my little collection of all Thomfred fics I could find out there (probably the shortest fic list ever ;) )... If you know any other Thomfred stories or yours is not on the list please send me an ask!  =)

dreamhusband-thewarlock/ randomhallboy  * Spoon Scene

children of summer  * Romance * Do I Know You

pervertedoutlet  * War Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

tara-duchess-of-nil  * Dust To Ashes

abbys-jam-juggler   * Nocturnal Confessions * Nocturnal Visit  * Too Soft  * Only Technically - mini drabble   * Changes

[random-hallboy-deactivated20151]

Thomfred - spoon scene between Alfred and Thomas (instead of Carson) Smut please?!? =D

abbys-jam-juggler : not complete smut, as I’m trying to keep these drabbles short; but if you want longer, I can add to it for you in a separate post. 

They’ve been at this for far too long, and Thomas is growing bored and irritated.

He traces the tip of the spoon down the length of Alfred’s neck, digging it in just slightly against the footman’s rapid pulse, hoping to speed things along a bit through mild threat.

Alfred is nervous, that much is clear; and it’s as endearing as it is amusing to Thomas, who cannot help but dig the rounded edge into that pale flesh a bit further, savoring in the uneven breaths that he can feel against his skin.

“Come on, Alfred,” Thomas chides, pressing the rounded edge even further into the footman’s neck. “You know what this is, so just bloody say it.”

Alfred swallows thickly, opens and closes his mouth a few times before finally finding his words.

“B-bouillon,” he stammers, losing his breath as Thomas presses him flat up against the door. “It’s a bouillon spoon.”

“That’s a good lad,” Thomas praises, opening his fist and dropping the spoon to floor, leaning in to press his lips against the indents in the other’s neck.

Lowering a hand, Thomas presses the flat of his palm against Alfred’s erection, curling his fingers around its straining shape, before sinking to his knees and leaning in to mouth at it.

“Now…tell me the difference between that an’ the soup spoon,” he murmurs, glancing up towards wide, green eyes. “…an’ I’ll make sure you never forget it, ever again.”

[fuck-yeah-thomfred]

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[mr-alfred-nugent]

Changes

I actually wanted to write a short Thomfred Hate!sex drabble inspired by this gif:

CLICK  Well, I failed …

pairing: Thomas/ Alfred

genre: romance/ fluff … and a little bit of hate-sex

words: 2207

A/N: In this AU, Jimmy simply doesn’t exist. =D

"Funny how some people become even more beautiful with age," Alfred teased as his fingers raked through Thomas’s hair, toying with the first silver strands they find at his temple. “Is that aimed at me, Mr. Nugent?“ Thomas raised a brow, then gave Alfred’s leg a playful kick under the covers. Alfred snorted. “If the cap fits…“ he whispered, his hands firmly grabbing the back of Thomas’s head, forcing the older man to look at him. “..wear it.“ Thomas’s grin quickly turned into a moan of pleasure as he felt Alfred’s mouth roughly kissing and licking the bare skin of his neck, those soft lips caressing him almost felt like he was home. 

Except he wasn’t. It was Alfred's home. The bed, large and cozy and Thomas's most favorite place in the whole world, was Alfred's. And he, Thomas, was nothing but a bloody visitor. He cringed slightly at the thought because, truly, it wasn't fair; Alfred never made him feel that way. And he had asked Thomas once, when he’d started working for the Ritz, hadn’t he? To leave Downton, get a job in London and stay with him.

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[romelzacarnes]

Downton Abbey Rewatch + 3x01

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[abbys-little-whippersnapper]

I love how close Thomas and Alfred are standing here…and Alfie’s smirk at Thomas’s joke in the last one!!!!… (and how they kiss and fuck in the wine cellar afterwards, what a pity it’s just  a deleted scene…)

[mr-barrows-cup-of-tea]

Where can I get this deleted scene ? Abby, you have to put me out of my misery ! :D

[abbys-little-whippersnapper]

mr-barrows-cup-of-tea

In the wine cellar:

" ‘Only technically ' ? Really?” Alfred snorted. “What kind of stupid code is that? That's just- „,aah … that's …oh god…”  The  footman’s voice broke as Thomas’s hands ran down his naked chest, soon replaced by an eager skilled mouth. Alfred’s head lolled back against the wall when the tip of Thomas’s tongue flicked gently over his hard nipples, making him gasp a little. Thomas raised his head then, taking in Alfred’s expression with smug satisfaction.

"It’s a code telling you to come here and do ‘you know what' with me.” A firm kiss was pressed against Alfred's cheek.  

"God, I missed you. This.” Thomas groaned against his pale neck, roughly licking and biting the sensitive skin there, something that never failed to drive Alfred mad. 

The young man laughed huskily, his fingers tangled in the underbutler’s dark hair before he softly guided his head down to where he needed him and his hot slick tongue the most.

"For God’s sake Thomas, it’s only been 2 days." he mocked, but was cut off when Thomas made quick work of his trousers; just seconds later a stubbly face brushed against the insides of his firm long thighs. "Hnnn." Alfred felt his eyes flutter shut at the sensation of those hungry lips trailing up-, up-,  up to his-

"2 bloody days!!!!" Thomas grumbled against Alfred’s hip, dangerously close to his impatient, leaking cock.

“One more day …and I’d have humped Carson’s leg pretending it was you!”    

…..

Ok cuppie, I don’t  have time to write this out but I’m imagining Thomas violently rimming Alfred against the wall =D, something he’s never done before and Alfie’s shocked, embarrassed and a little disgusted and he loves it more than anything and comes harder then ever before and …yeah I guess Thomas would totally spurt all over that taut saliva-slicked arse afterwards.

And then they cuddle.

The End.

[abbys-little-whippersnapper]

*pulls a Flippy and throws a desk*

Thomfred fic update!!!!!!!!!!!!

[dreamhusband--thewarlock]

ffffffffff I CANT WAIT TO GET HOME AND READ THIS!!!!!!!!!!

[abbys-little-whippersnapper]

you know that story?

You don’t think it’s mine, do you?! Sorry bb, I’m not that quick, it’ll take me ages to finish it, but I’m getting there. *hangs head in shame*

[lizzy384]

Moles, Alfred, Bates, Spratt (the Dowager's butler), Isis.

Urgh! Icky! Okay, calm down…now just thinking rationally…alright, now quite as bad as it seemed at first glance!

Marry Moles - you never said I had to be physical with him and I’m sure I could keep him well and truly whipped with a few kind words!

Fuck Alfred - he might be a bit dopey, but he’s not that bad, and while physically he’s not really my type, he’s still cute (especially if I mess up his hair…hee-hee).

Kiss Spratt - it doesn’t say it has to be passionate or even on the lips!

Cuddle Isis - of course I would! *gives her a good pat behind the ears* ‘Here girl’.

Which, of course, leave me killing Bates. Yep, can’t say that I’m that sorry about it.

[mr-alfred-nugent]

"Fuck Alfred"

Well … thank you!

Don’t tell Thomas though or he’ll smack my ass all night and … Uh, wait! Maybe … yeah, just tell him!

[blue-velvet-elvis]

This is my going away present to my better online half, abbys-jam-juggler. (I’m the one going away BTW.) I’ll miss you, babydoll!

TITLE: Dust to Ashes

PAIRING: Thomas Barrow/Alfred Nugent, aka thomfred

RATING: T (just for a penis with a mind of its own)

SUMMARY: Alfred reveals to Thomas the...

[pervertedoutlet]

War 3 (Mature)

[Miss O’Brien plays dirty]

Obediently Alfred went out to the yard in search of Thomas. The task was hampered by the fully fledged deluge of rain that the morning’s scattered showers had given way to, but a tell-tale cloud of smoke from the open doorway of the woodshed quickly gave away Thomas’s location.

Alfred had hoped to make his sudden appearance seem a casual, and at least partially accidental occurrence. But the need to sprint across the yard to avoid getting wet through put paid to that particular notion.

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War 2

[Miss O’Brien plays dirty]

Alfred’s first attempt at a ‘special’ smile in Thomas’s direction was insufficiently committed to draw anything more than a confused look from the latter. The second time Thomas asked if he was feeling alright. He wondered if he had met with a measure of success when Thomas abstained from his usual barbed comments over dinner that evening, although Alfred supposed that Thomas might simply believe that he wasn’t lucid enough that day to be able to appreciate them properly.

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[pervertedoutlet]

War 1

[Miss O’Brien plays dirty]

‘But I thought you said he would help me?’

‘I thought he WOULD.’ Miss O’Brien responded sourly, glancing about them again to ensure that no other staff had wandered into the servant’s hall to disturb their privacy. ‘But it would seem he’s resolved to let his pride overrule any concern for the years I’ve spent looking out for HIS interests and advancement.’

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[random-hallboy-deactivated20151]

Thomfred - spoon scene between Alfred and Thomas (instead of Carson) Smut please?!? =D

abbys-jam-juggler : not complete smut, as I’m trying to keep these drabbles short; but if you want longer, I can add to it for you in a separate post. 

They’ve been at this for far too long, and Thomas is growing bored and irritated.

He traces the tip of the spoon down the length of Alfred’s neck, digging it in just slightly against the footman’s rapid pulse, hoping to speed things along a bit through mild threat.

Alfred is nervous, that much is clear; and it’s as endearing as it is amusing to Thomas, who cannot help but dig the rounded edge into that pale flesh a bit further, savoring in the uneven breaths that he can feel against his skin.

“Come on, Alfred,” Thomas chides, pressing the rounded edge even further into the footman’s neck. “You know what this is, so just bloody say it.”

Alfred swallows thickly, opens and closes his mouth a few times before finally finding his words.

“B-bouillon,” he stammers, losing his breath as Thomas presses him flat up against the door. “It’s a bouillon spoon.”

“That’s a good lad,” Thomas praises, opening his fist and dropping the spoon to floor, leaning in to press his lips against the indents in the other’s neck.

Lowering a hand, Thomas presses the flat of his palm against Alfred’s erection, curling his fingers around its straining shape, before sinking to his knees and leaning in to mouth at it.

“Now…tell me the difference between that an’ the soup spoon,” he murmurs, glancing up towards wide, green eyes. “…an’ I’ll make sure you never forget it, ever again.”

[fuck-yeah-thomfred]

[abbys-little-whippersnapper]

FuckYeahThomfred! =D

[windsoffreedom]

'Alfred what are you insinuating?' Thomas was trying to keep his face neutral, but couldn't help the light smile, which appeared on his lips after he spotted the remnants of bright red blush on already so reddened cheeks.

Powder blush, how wise!

'Ah..um.. I beg your pardon! I am Ivory Clarson,...

[windsoffreedom]

'Good Afternon! I am Thomas Barrow, the family's under buttler. How may I help you, madame?'

Thomas was stunned as ever, but his unique ability - to always stay calm - has helped him to get through many hard situations that the impossible Alfred Nugent has so succesfully put him in .

This time,...

[abbys-little-whippersnapper]

Thomfred <3

(Tara, can you see the loooooove…. ?!? =D )

[ficklefernweh]

Why I Ship Thomfred

Honestly, I ship it because of some wonderful fanfics I read a looong time ago. I just really liked the idea of them being together… And well, Matt Milne is pretty adorable.