i apparently got some shame back during my weird not-drawing-nsfw phase so i was a bit ?? abt posting this but i dont fuckin care have some old men abt to bone
sorry for the late reply!! this has been in my inbox for like a week but i wanted to give it the attention it deserves!!
also i dont know if you’re asking for fandom headcanons that ive noticed or my own, but seeing as how i havent seen that many (none actually really spring to mind if im honest) this will just be an incomplete list of my own thomas headcanons unless otherwise stated
(disclaimer: of course it’s very difficult to have an original thought these days, and if you’ve seen these headcanons anywhere else, know i’m not trying to pass someone else’s idea off as my own, it just so happens that i have come to a certain conclusion that another person has, without me even seeing their posts. two people can have the same ideas without ever having any sort of interaction or seeing their posts alright alright glad we got that sorted)
fandom headcanons that r great and i fully endorse
thomas is gay. he absolutely adores miranda and they share a sex life (whether that be through group sex, mutual masturbation, or straight up one on one sexual activity) but he is a homosexual man
thomas is a top. this one the fandom seems to be agreed on. bottom thomas?? i dont know her
he doesnt like wearing his wig much it is itchy
my own headcanons
during elections he cast his votes for the Whigs rather than the Tories and should he have ever stood for office in the lower house would have done so as a Whig (the less right-wing of the two political parties during this period of British history) but believed party politics were dangerous and detrimental to the greater good of the country. He saw the dangers of the laizze-faire attitude the Whigs had and their sometimes aggressive anti-Catholicism disturbed him although sometimes the way he has been raised means he lets anti-Catholicism come into his line of thinking (as seen when things get heated with him and pops). That being said, he was, perhaps unsurprisingly, a royalist and had Tory tenancies (I think it’s safe to assume there was little love in Alfred Hamilton for liberalism, and I’m sure Thomas was raised a Tory) in that regard. Thomas was born very close to the time of the Glorious Revolution and with his family being an old aristocratic one, conservatism, in one form or another, would have been in his very bones.
tl;dr ^^ he’s a liberal who dislikes party politics and subscribes to ideologies from both sides of parliament
he’s a genuine believer in God and in Christ. He knows his scripture (he must be quoting the bible more than hes saying his own original thoughts in the show probably gfgdgfd) and Christ is important to him. He bases his life around Christ’s teachings – that’s why he’s so kind and so concerned with forgiveness and redemption and hope. He rejects the violence and hatred found in other parts of the Bible and has a great love for the gospels instead and finds his strength in Christ’s words about love and kindness and charity and forgiveness. He believes that to be a good Christian one must above all else be kind. He also highly values the lesson of the Good Samaritan (surprise surprise said no one ever) and reminds himself daily to never judge someone else for the life choices and decisions.
his mother was just as bad as his father. I’ve seen people suggest that thomas’ mother must have been an angel to balance out the devil of alfred for thomas to have turned out so good and im calling bullshit. someone with two mean-spirited and cruel parents can absolutely be wonderful people, and in thomas’ case i believe it was the distance of his parents and their disdain and judgement of the world and unkindness that made thomas quite the opposite. he saw the mistakes they were making and learned from them.
we know he went to eton. he deffo started kissing boys at the age of 13 or 14. he’s been a heartbreaker since teenagehood.
he’s around 30-35 when we see him in 1705 (less a headcanon and more a lazy estimation similar to ones hundreds of other people have made)
he enjoys sex a lot. he’s had a number of sexual partners most of whom were of the same social standing as he and he’s been in love before he meets james. he’s never loved anyone like james though. he believes james is his soulmate
he is caught between thoroughly enjoying high society life with all of its frills – the fashion, the music, the art, the luxurious houses and exuberant interiors – and feeling guilty about being so rich whilst others have so little in comparison. he’s not perfect, and so he lets himself enjoy the glamour of aristocratic europe without trying to give it too much thought.
it’s canon he’s a Big Thinker and was homies with other Big Thinkers (he probs fucked half of the enlightenment giants but thats for anotehr time) and I Think he’d spend a lot of time Thinking about Big Things you know like ??? would educating the masses be a good thing?? child labour, huh whats that all about is that worth it?? why are some people entitled to more simply because of who they were born as? and what even IS class? and other big questions politics and sociology and criminology and philosophy and economics and history students spend £9k a year thinking about lmao (tag urself im tragic politics student still cryin over the overlooked work engles did for yrs n yrs oh fred you was done so bad i lovE YOU)
crazy horny boy have james wear a butt plug during dinners with alfred lmao oh tomhas you wild thing
(james is more confident when he’s drunk (thomas at least wants to make sure the door is bolted first), james is 1000% a bottom, james passes the fuck out after sex and thomas reads until james wakes up)
James and Thomas met years ago on a business trip and one thing led to another and they fell in love. Due to miscommunication, disapproving fathers and the quirks of fate they lost touch.
Years later James has finally happened to locate Thomas again, who’s now practicing law in the south. He wants to risk another chance at the relationship but after all the years and pain and longing between them, he doesn’t know if Thomas will take him back.
(This is all the fault of LP’s gorgeous song ‘Savannah’.)
Savannah Will you let me in I know I let you down Can you believe again
Savannah I come to this place To this sacred ground Just to see your face
All of my life I’ve loved you Just hold me in your life Ooooo Savannah Give me another day
I made my mistakes I know I stayed away too long I miss your midnight kiss And the sweetness of your song
thomas hamilton making his way over to james during one of his salons, pressing his hand gently at the small of his back, telling him in a whisper against his ear that he looks very handsome this evening. james blinking, trying very hard to keep his face smooth and hands at his sides, glancing up at him and giving him a slight smile that does not betray his racing heart. thomas looking around the room with his cool composure like a king over his country, before whispering in his ear that he would like to tie him up and tear that propriety from james
james mcgraw finding himself pinned against the door of thomas hamilton’s bedroom and having his legs spread and trousers ripped from him and feeling thomas’ hand pulling on him, pressing against him, stroking him hard and fast. james acutely aware of thomas’ gaze on him as thomas backs away and tells him to undress, even more aware of his body responding to the command without him even having to think about it. james realising that thomas only has to nod his head in a certain direction and james has followed a silent order
thmoas hamilton crooking his finger towards him and pointing to the ground in front of him. james mcgraw dropping to his knees and opening his mouth and thirsting for the anointment of his lover, eyes watering when it is almost too much to take in his throat but his lips chasing for more when thomas looks to pull away and relieve him of the task for a moment. james taking him into his mouth again and again and drawing on him like a man plagued in drought
james mcgraw whimpering when thomas’ large hands grasp his long hair and pull on it roughly, shoving him to the bed and bending him over it, his spine arching up and neck craning for more. james pushing back against fingers that prepare him, body shaking when toys tease him. james whispering for what he wants and thomas gripping his arms and sides so hard by morning they have bruised. james letting out quiet noises that are only a hint of how rocked thomas has him, with a toy inside him and his lord’s mouth against him, between his thighs. thomas pulling the toy free and kneeling behind him, pulling him close and licking him until james chokes on his own breath.
thomas hamilton not even having the patience sometimes to fully undress and instead pulling himself free from his breeches and sliding inside of james mcgraw who awaits him slick and hot and tight. thomas taking his pleasure from him with furiously hard and fast movements that make james’ legs so weak they buckle under him and his mouth is open in silent shouts and moans, the occasional choked grunt escaping him
james mcgraw thrilled to his soul when thomas hamilton pushes him to lie face down at the edge of the bed and pulls open his legs and continues his task. james reveling in the hands that press against his back and shoulders and arms and ass, whimpering at the sting and the friction and the exquisite power hamilton exerts over him. thomas hamilton’s increased breath giving him away and james rolling over with the help of his lover’s hands and dragging himself closer to await him, mouth open and eyes half-lidded to watch and wait. james mcgraw catching his lover’s seed on his tongue, lips, chin, chest, and licking what he can with the hunger of a starved man.
thomas hamilton looking him in the eye when he comes, hand jerking himself over james’ naked form, james who looks at him as if he were a walking god. thomas still shivering with aftershocks as he pushes james up the bed and slams fingers back inside of him while his mouth works him. james lying back and arching up, hands fisting the bedsheets, knotting in blond hair, tugging and pulling, a single gasp all he dares let betray him as he spills thomas’ welcoming mouth.
james mcgraw so sore after, from his thighs to his shoulders, the ache inside of him a painful reminder that he would not be without. thomas shedding the remainder of his clothes and wiping them clean with a cloth. thomas hamilton pulling james mcgraw into his arms and pressing his forehead against james’ temple and gently kissing his cheek. thomas hamilton stroking james mcgraw’s hair and opening his eyes now and again to look at him in nothing less than wonder, adoration, worship. thomas hamilton whispering again and again how much he loves him. james sinking into his arms and closing his eyes, basking in the display of devotion thomas always puts on for him after rough sessions.
sometimes their love is gentle and intimate and romantic. other times, james needs thomas to make him hurt.
I decided I wanted more Madi/Flint and since that only seems to occur when Silver is in the picture I felt it was time to add something to the fandom without that aspect. So here, have Madi and Flint being physically affectionate towards one another. I know lots of people say Flint is Gay but I personally see him as Bi so I’m sticking to that.
NSFW below!
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It was the first time he had seen a woman naked since Miranda.
Miranda had been slender. Her skin was pale and soft, her hands lightly calloused but still delicate when they touched him. She had been commanding in her sexuality and he had loved her because of it. She had taken control from him, taken the reins and lead their lovemaking with confident and caring hands.
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