thomas-downing

sunk into you, tangled in sheets.

pairing: alexander hamilton & thomas jefferson 

warnings: smut

word count: 2,762

a/n: requested by @mayorhoney

24 - dom/sub. enjoy! my prompt list is here.


Alex was sitting as his feet, looking up at Thomas with big eyes. It was rare to see him so submissive, so willing, especially since they had been at each other’s throats for most of the day. The Alexander before him wasn’t the same one in the cabinet meeting earlier. This one was desperate.

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“Different Name, Same Charm and Charisma.”

so i drew everybody’s favorite non-binary memelord. hella proud parent right here. @amandaschronicles

also, i did my first speedpaint!! i’d love if you’d check it out:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L10ZxJH8IOI

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“The Southern Charm™ isn’t working!”
“… Aren’t you two married?”
“Yeah, buT STILL–!”

Yo Ray, I made you a thing

[Martha Jefferson’s lovely design belongs to @raythrill. Please take a minute to watch his beautiful animatic about her, if you haven’t already.]

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Wouldn’t you trade it all to have Thomas Hamilton back again?

Me listening to Hamilton
  • Act 1: Man this is great! Alexander you're doing great!!
  • Act 2: *running around on fire* HOW DID YOU FUCK UP THAT FAST ALEXANDER?!?!
What went down in Mr. Pigeon
  • Thomas Astruc: hey Jeremy I had an idea
  • Jeremy Zag: uh-oh
  • Thomas Astruc: it's a supervillain but it's just pigeons
  • Jeremy Zag: I don't understand
  • Thomas Astruc: he's a supervillain, you know?
  • Thomas Astruc: but all he does is pigeons
  • Jeremy Zag: I don't think pigeons are a superpower
  • Thomas Astruc: you got dabbing Santa so let me have this
  • Jeremy Zag: fine
  • INTRO SEQUENCE
  • Mr. Damocles: why don't you all design some hats for Adrien's dad
  • Alya: are you going to teach us how to design hats?
  • Mr. Damocles: no just figure it out
  • Ms. Bustier: these are impeccable teaching methods
  • Alya: how do you not have this under control Marinette
  • Marinette: I HAVE NOTHING UNDER CONTROL
  • Alya: ok that's valid
  • Chloé: hey Sabrina so here's my new evil plan
  • Chloé: we wait for Marinette to come up with some design
  • Chloé: then we take a photo of it
  • Chloé: and I pay somebody to design the EXACT SAME THING
  • Chloé: this is defs my greatest evil plan yet
  • Sabrina: it won't be suspicious when you and Marinette submit the same thing?
  • Chloé: nah I don't see a problem
  • Sabrina: kk so imma take some initiative on this one
  • Sabrina: imma sneak into Marinette's house tonight
  • Sabrina: and imma gonna slit her throat
  • Chloé: whoa! too dark! waaaaaaaay too dark Sabrina!
  • Sabrina: sorry but what if I—
  • Chloé: no murderization, Sabrina
  • Sabrina: fine
  • Xavier: hey pigeons let's have a pigeon party
  • Roger: f**k off pigeons
  • Roger: and f**k off Xavier
  • Hawkmoth: kk so imma execute my best idea yet
  • Marinette: and so am I
  • Tikki: but your best idea is a hat made of a cake
  • Marinette: DON'T QUESTION MY ART TIKKI
  • Marinette: now imma ride a bus bc buses are fun
  • Bus driver: kk so there are pigeons EVERYWHERE so get out
  • Marinette: isn't that just the usual thing in Paris
  • Bus driver: yeah
  • Ladybug: this is the greatest danger I've ever faced
  • Chat Noir: can I eat them?
  • Ladybug: nah
  • Chat Noir: kk imma cosplay as Roger
  • Pigeons: hey Roger
  • Chat Noir: hey f**kers
  • Ladybug: (wow, this is really convincing!)
  • Pigeons: *take Chat Noir away*
  • Ladybug: this is not how birds work
  • Pigeons: *drop a cage on Ladybug and Chat Noir*
  • Chat Noir: whoa, role reversal!
  • Mr. Pigeon: HEY GUYS
  • Chat Noir: so what are you going to do
  • Mr. Pigeon: imma throw these pigeons at you
  • Chat Noir: what'll that do
  • Mr. Pigeon: *throws pigeons* merry christmas!
  • Ladybug: oh no he's gonna start dabbing
  • Ladybug and Chat Noir: *run away!*
  • Mr. Bourgeois: *is milling and billing*
  • Chat Noir: gimme a room and some camembert
  • Mr. Bourgeois: this is not out of the ordinary
  • Chat Noir: kk let's go
  • Mr. Pigeon: I have spies everywhere!
  • Hawkmoth: what are you hoping to accomplish here
  • Mr. Pigeon: imma bring you the Miraculouses!
  • Hawkmoth: yeah but you have your own personal agenda for what you're gonna use your powers for, right?
  • Mr. Pigeon: nah
  • Hawkmoth: you mean you're the first villain to actually focus on the task I set for you?
  • Mr. Pigeon: idk
  • Mr. Pigeon: ooh, my pigeon spies just reported that Ladybug is currently falling on top of me
  • Ladybug: geronimoooooooo!!!!!!!!
  • Mr. Pigeon: *gets squashed*
  • Hawkmoth: I'd be thrilled with your level of focus if it were paired with competence
  • Ladybug: imma beat you with POPCORN
  • Mr. Pigeon: the food or the song?
  • Ladybug: both, kick the tune Chat Noir
  • Chat Noir: time to bust out my sweet dancing Roger cosplay
  • Roger: that is not at all realistic
  • Mr. Pigeon: I surrender!
  • Hawkmoth: THIS WAS NOT THE PLAN
  • Marinette: anyway I made a hat
  • Chloé: and so did I
  • Gabriel: imma f**kin set you both on fire
  • Chloé: well s**t
  • ROLL CREDITS
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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