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If You Had to Choose
  • Hamilton: if I was stuck in a room with Aaron Burr and Thomas Jefferson with a gun loaded with two bullets,
  • Madison: we get it, you'd shoot Thomas twice...
  • Hamilton: what? No
  • Hamilton: I'd give the gun to Burr to shoot me twice
Lams vs Jeffmads (Funny Angst)

REQUESTED
PROMPT: alex & thomas arguing about who can fuck their boyfriend better

i see alex as a bottom but for the sake of ham vs jeff i’ll do this

3RD PERSON

“Oh Hamiltonnnnnn~” Jefferson walked into Alexander’s office.

“What do you want, asshat?”

“Why so rude? I was just going to ask how your weekend was.”

“It was fine. Now get out.” Alex groaned.

“I heard from a little birdie that you and your boyfriend had some ~special alone time~ together.” Thomas smirked.

“So we did. What’s it to you?”

“Nothing, nothing. Just that I could fuck my boyfriend better.” He mumbled the last part.

“Excuse me?”

“What? I didn’t say anything.”

Hamilton stood up and slammed one hand onto his desk, pointing at Jefferson with the other. “You said you could fuck your boyfriend better!”

“Maybe.”

“There’s is no way your limp-dick could fuck your boyfriend better than I can fuck my own.”

“How big is YOUR dick, Hamilton?”

“Bigger than yours, Jefferson!”

“Unlikely! My dick is so fucking huge that it reaches my boyfriend’s brains!”

“Maybe that’s why he’s stupid enough to sleep with you because your big ass dick ruined his brain!”

“I bet your dick is too small to even reach your boyfriend’s ass hole!”

“THAT IS NOT TRUE I DO NOT HAVE A TINY DICK-”

“HAMILTON HAS A MICRO DICK HAMILTON HAS A MICRO DICK HAMILTON HAD A MICRO DICK-”

“YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH RIGHT NOW JEFFERSON! I DO NOT HAVE A TINY DICK! YOU HAVE A TINY DICK!”

“YOU JUST SAID THAT MY DICK IS HUGE-”

“SHUT UP RIGHT NO-”

“GUYS!”

Hamilton and Jefferson stop screeching at each other to look at the other people that had entered the office.

“John?!”

“James?!”

“You guys are so fucking immature.” James groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I can’t believe that you two were fighting over who could fuck who better.” John shook his head in disappointment. “And Alex-you’re not even the one who fucks, you’re the one who gets fu-”

“JOHN SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

“HAH! HAMILTON IS A FUCKING BOTTOM!” Thomas laughed, slapping his thigh.

“SHUT UP I AM NOT!!” Alex whined, stomping his foot.

“Thomas, let’s go-” James grabbed his boyfriend’s arm and started to drag him out.

“Nono we gotta talk about this-Alexander here was braggin’ about how well he fucks John, but in reality, he’s the fuckin’ sub-!”

“MADISON GET YOUR STUPID BOYFRIEND OUT OF MY OFFICE!!”

“Thomas please let’s go-”

Hamilton was fuming, and John was trying to get him to calm down.

“NO WE GOTTA MAKE FUN OF HIM-”

“ThOMAS NO-”

“GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY OFFICE YOU LIMP DICK!” Alexander screeched.

“Alex babe calm down-”

“YEAH LISTEN TO YOUR BOYFRIEND HAMILTON-YOU KNOW, THE ONE THAT FUCKS YOU!” Thomas was crying from how hard he was laughing now.

“Thomas!!!” James was full on dragging him out now, mouthing ‘I’m sorry’ to John and Alex.

John quickly shut the door behind them, but he could still hear Jefferson’s laughs from down the hallway.

“Damn limp-dick Jefferson.”

The Election
  • Hamilton: my life has burned down to a sht show, my boyfriend was shot, my wife hates me, and my son has just died...
  • Hamilton: how can this get aNY worse??
  • Federalists: it's up to you to choose Jefferson or Burr for president
  • Hamilton *pouring hard liquor*: let's blow this popsicle stand...
  • *four shots later*
  • Congress: well, what's the final decision?
  • Hamilton barely able to stand: s h t boy, em' not a goD darnit foRtUNe cook-ie *gulps down two shots* jUs gO wit h Tomass JeFferShT with tHe FlUffy haIr, he hOt™ doH
Lafferson (smut)

REQUESTED
PROMPT #4: “you say you don’t want to, but I know you’re lying”


sighs

tbh this is one of my least favorite ships lmao

i don’t wanna make it daveedcest so it’s gonna be chris lee’s lafayatte (tbh my headcanon)


3RD PERSON


Lafayette hummed as he stirred the soup that he made. It was chilly outside, which was the perfect weather to have soup.

Thomas came up behind him and hugged him from behind, kissing the short boy’s neck (Lafayette was around 5'11, while as Jefferson was 6'3, almost 6'4).

Laf could feel Jefferson’s boner being pressed against his butt. He let out a sigh-groan combo.

“Mon amour, not right now, after dinner okay?”

“Laaaaf c'mon, its sooo painfully hard…I’ve been staring at your ass all day…”

Lafayette had chosen to wear black leggings, y'know, the kind that every basic white girl wears. Yeah, he rocked those leggings. He was also wearing a navy blue knit sweater that hugged his muscly torso.

“No, can’t we eat first?” Laf asked, turning around to face his boyfriend. Thomas wouldn’t let go of his grip on Laf.

Jefferson pecked his lips. “You say you don’t want to, but I know you’re lying.” He started to makeout with Lafayette. Laf moaned into the kiss but pulled away, whispering a “damnit”. Thomas smirked.

Jefferson picked up the smaller boy, Laf wrapping his legs around his waist, and carried him to a clear spot on the counter.

“Counter sex? God, you’re so needy, mon cher…” Lafayette giggled.

“If you keep this up I might just have to rip off your leggings…But I won’t do that since your ass looks so goddamn good in them.” Thomas carefully pulled down Laf’s leggings, tossing them on the floor next to them. “Are those panties?”

“Boxers and briefs would’ve been more visible…” Laf said sheepishly.

“You’re just trying to get me riled up, aren’t you?” Thomas latched his lips onto his neck, creating hickeys all around.

“Just shut up and fuck me already.” Laf groaned.

“Who’s needy now?” Thomas chuckled. He pulled down his own pants and boxers, then stroking his dick to get it more hardened.

“Aren’t you going to use lube? You can’t just go in raw…Its going to hurt the both of us.”

“I don’t carry around lube, Marquis.”

Lafayatte looked around the kitchen, his eyes stopping in the olive oil. He pointed to it, motioning Thomas to grab it.

“Olive oil, huh? You’ll use anything just to get a good fuck.”

Lafayette rolled his eyes. “Please just hurry up.”

Thomas finished coating his dick in the oil, lining himself up with Laf’s hole. He pushed in quickly and began to thrust, giving his boyfriend no time to adjust.

a/n: accidental rhyme. lin Manuel Miranda who ?

Lafayette moaned loudly, gripping his hands on Jefferson’s shoulders. Thomas let out small grunts here and there.

“Mhm-Thomas-fuuuck-!”

“Laf, baby, I-I’m so close…”

“M-Me-aAhh-too, mon amour~!”

Laf’s grip on Thomas’ shoulders tightened as he came, his seed getting all over the two of them. Thomas came shortly after, filling up his hole.

Jefferson pulled out, watching his cum drip from Lafayette’s ass.

“I think your soup is cold, baby.”


mmmm kitchen counter sex

Jamilton (Angst)

y'all might hate me

warning: slurs


ALEXANDER

“God, I hate you so fucking much, Jefferson! You’re a giant fucking asshole!”

“You’re a self-centered workaholic prick!”

“Your dick is the size of your fucking ego!”

“Your dick is as small as your brains!”

“At least I don’t go around bragging about every time I get laid!”

“At least I’m not a fucking cheating, immigrant, orphan, lying, bastard whore!!”

I let out a small gasp. Tears ran down my cheeks at a rapid pace. I stared at him in disbelief. He used everything I’m insecure about as an insult against me.

I backed away until my body hit the wall, and I slumped down onto the floor. I brought my knees up and held my head in my hands. I started to sob as I stared at the floor.

Jefferson started to walk towards me. “H-Hamilton I-”

“DON’T FUCKING COME NEAR ME!” I screeched.

He flinched and backed away. I continued to sob.

“I-I’m sorry…”

“Leave me the fuck alone! I never want to see you again, you asshole!”

My body started to shake from how hard I was crying.

“Alexander, please, let me help you.”

“Help me? HELP ME?!” I quickly stood up. “YOU CAUSED ME TO FUCKING BREAK DOWN AND NOW YOU WANT TO HELP ME?” I let out a laugh.

“I’m so sorry…”

“‘Sorry’ isn’t going to fix ANYTHING!”

“I shouldn’t have said all those things, I’m extremely sorry.”

“I wish I had never even met you! You’re the absolute worst…”

“I-I know.” He said quietly.

“At least you’re able to understand things. Now get out, and don’t come back. Ever.”

Jefferson nodded and headed towards my apartment door. He looked back before exiting and silently closing the door behind him. My tears had stop flowing, but there were a few strays.

I sat down on my couch, rubbing my eyes.

I hate love.