#jefferson mad hatter smut

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Take a Break » Jefferson/Mad Hatter

Pairings: Husband!Jefferson x Wife/Teacher!Reader

Summary: Jefferson convinces his wife to take a break from grading papers.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, f receiving, unprotected sex, praise kink, aftercare, use of pet names

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

“Sweetheart…” Jefferson’s voice softly echoed through yours and his home office, leaning against the doorframe.

“Now’s not a good time, Jefferson.” You say, not looking up from the stack of papers in front of you.

Jefferson sighed and pushed himself off the doorframe and walked in the office, closing and locking the door behind him before approaching the desk. He leaned down, kissing along your neck and shoulder, his teeth nipping on your skin hard enough to mark you up. You bit your bottom lip and tilted your head to the side to give him more access.

“Jefferson…” You breathed.

“You need to take a break, darling. You’ve been grading papers all evening.” He says in almost a whisper in your ear.

You opened your mouth to say something, but a gasp left your lips when you felt Jefferson’s hand disappear inside of your blouse and into your bra, gently squeezing one of your breasts. Your eyes fluttered shut and you melted into his touch. You felt your panties dampen.

“Jefferson, Grace is home.” You say.

“She’s spending the night at a friend’s house. We have the whole house to ourselves, honey.” He says.

He took his hand out of your blouse and began to unbutton it while his other hand disappeared underneath your skirt, rubbing your clit through your wet panties. You moved your hips against his hand, wanting more.

“You want more, sweetheart?” Jefferson asks huskily.

“Yes please!” You begged.

Jefferson pulled you up from the chair and pushed it aside. He turned you around and kissed you hungrily. He pushed your blouse off your shoulders, letting it fall it the floor. One of his hands expertly unclasped your bra. He pulled your skirt down your legs, letting it pool around your feet. You stepped out of it, kicking it to the side. His hand slid down your stomach and into your wet panties. His fingers rubbing from your clit to your tight entrance causing your pussy to clench around nothing.

“Jefferson, please…” You begged.

“Bend over the desk and spread your legs for me, darling.” He whispers in your ear.

You obeyed his orders, bending over the desk and spreading your legs and gave him a perfect view of your wet pussy, waiting for your husband to make the next move. He placed kisses along your spine before getting on his knees behind you. His hands grasped your thighs, placing kisses on them, making his way up to your pussy.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart that the only thing on your mind is me, your husband.” He says.

Your hands grasped onto the edge of the desk when his lips latched onto your clit, his tongue circling it. Your mouth fell open, moans of his name leaving your lips.

“Jefferson…” You gasped. “Oh yes!” You moaned.

His finger circled your entrance before sliding it inside of you causing your hands to grip the desk tighter.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned.

He move his finger at a decent pace while his tongue continued to flick your clit. His other hand snaked up your body, blindly finding it’s way to one of your breasts. His thumb and index finger pinched your nipple causing your cunt to clench around his finger at the sensation. Jefferson slid a second finger inside of you. Your jaw dropped, breathy moans leaving your lips. Your nails dug into the wood of the desk as his fingers and tongue fucked you.

“Yes! Oh fuck yes!” You moaned loudly when his fingers hit your sweet spot.

His tongue moved faster against your clit. His fingers moved faster, continuing to hit your sweet spot. He pinched your nipple again, this time a little hard which triggered your orgasm to start building up.

“Oh baby! I’m almost there!” You moaned.

“Give it to me, darling. Cum for me.” He says huskily.

His fingers pinched your nipple one more time before you came on his face and fingers. His fingers and tongue fucked you through your orgasm. Jefferson took his fingers out of your pussy and his lips off your clit. You leaned against the desk, catching your breath. Meanwhile, Jefferson was stripping himself out of his clothes. He hovered over you, turning your head to the side to kiss your lips.

“You’re being such a good girl for me.” Jefferson praises. “I think you deserve more. What you think, darling?” He asks softly.

“Mmm yes, I do.” You hummed in response.

Jefferson pumped his cock in his hand a couple times before lining it at your tight entrance, slowly sliding it inside of you, inch by inch. He turned your head again, kissing you once more when his cock was deep inside of you. His hands grasped your hips when he started thrusting. His thrusts were fast and loving.

“Always so fucking tight.” Jefferson moans, tilting his head back.

You felt every vein of his cock rubbing along your walls. Your hands gripped the edge of the desk tighter. His hands left your hips and slid up the front of your body, helping you stand up straight, your back against the front of his body. One of your hands continued to grip the edge of the desk while your other one found its way to his hair, your fingers tugging on it. His hands roamed your body, cupping your breasts and gave them a squeeze. A moan left your lips and your back arched off his body.

“Jefferson…” You moaned, your jaw dropping and your eyes fluttering shut.

Jefferson always takes your pleasure seriously, especially when you’ve been working hard and you deserve something for it.

“How are you feeling now, sweetheart?” Jefferson asks almost in a whisper.

“Amazing!” You gasped. “More!” You begged. “I want more!” You tell him.

“I’ll give you everything you want, my darling.” He says.

He didn’t just that. One of his hands snaked down the front of your body, stopping on your clit and began rubbing it in circles. A tingle went through your body when you felt the cool metal of his ring against your clit. One of your hands grasps Jefferson’s wrist to keep his hand in place. His fingers applied more pressure on your clit as he was rubbing it. A moan of his name left your lips. You arched your back in pleasure, pressing your breast more in his hand. Your head was against his shoulder. Your cunt clenched around his cock, feeling your orgasm building up.

“I know you’re close, sweetheart.” Jefferson says in your ear. “I know you’re on the edge. Cum for me.” He almost whispers, kissing your neck.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your jaw dropped, a moan of his name left your lips as you came. Jefferson fucked you through your orgasm, getting closer to his own orgasm. His thrusts got sloppy momentarily, but quickly regained it. A moan, followed by a curse word left his lips as he came inside of you, painting your walls. He laid his forehead against your shoulder as his thrusts came to a halt. You two stood there for a moment, catching your breath. Jefferson pulled out of you and turned you around, holding you in his arms so you didn’t fall due to how wobbly your legs are at the moment.

“Feel better, honey?” Jefferson asks, kissing your lips sweetly.

“Mmm, much better. Thank you, baby.” You say against his lips.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and to bed.” He says.

Let’s just say that grading papers was the last thing on your mind for the night.

🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩

-Bucky’s Doll

[rogerswifesblog]

Kinktober 2023

Hello! Welcome to my (late) kinktober post!

My Masterlist

I have to be honest I forgot about it completely, I’m so sorry! That happens when you’re too busy with college and work😣

But now here we are and I’ll try to post some oneshots/drabbles as often as possible!:) it won’t be in order but if you see something you’d be more interested in, you can leave a comment and I may try to work on the specific kink a bit sooner^^ check out @jamneuromain blog, she’s writing amazing fics and often helps me with ideas (also with some of the kinks in the list below!) give her some love!

you are responsible for the kind and amount of media you consume, therefore if you find something you don't like, don’t read it, just skip it:)

And also read the tags/warnings before continuing on! Everything on this list is for users that are 18+ !

Daddy kink

Mommy kink

Voyeurism/Exhibitionism with Lloyd Hansen

Breeding kink with Andy Barber

Authority kink

Bondage

Threesome with Stucky

Size kink

Praise kink

Degradation

Somno + cockwarming with Lloyd Hansen

Masturbation, sex toy with Jake Jensen

Lactation Kink

Virginity with Lloyd Hansen

CBT

Latex kink

Temperature play

Spanking

Con-noncon

Pegging

Watersports with Lloyd

Role play with Jake Jensen

Body worship with Steve Rogers

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Monster fucking

As you can see I don’t have all kinks yet, you know what that means? It’s up to you what kinks I could add to the list😇 feel free to comment or flood my inbox! Also you can give me a hint which character you’d like to see with the kinks that are without one;)

Does anyone want to be added to a tag list?! Yes? Then comment here and be active with leaving feedback and reblogging when I’ll be posting the first kinktober Drabble!❤️

reblogs and/or comments are appreciated:)

[s1mpforeveryone]

there is so, so much peter pan smut from ouat. but like WHEREE? WHEREEEEEE? WHEREEEE IS MY JEFFERSON SMUT. MY RUMPLESTILTSKIN SMUT (dont judge me, that could take that cane and whi-)?? WHERE IS MY KILLIAN JONES SMUT UGH

[ashandkatiewrite]

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Summary: Odette Lake had led a normal life up until her twenty fifth birthday-the day she learned that she had been sold to the New York mafia king, Von Rothbart who has been obsessed with her since she was a teenager. To settle his debts and to provide his daughter with what he thought would be a life of luxury, Odette's father had agreed to a marriage proposal - only for it to turn into a nightmare. Ridden with guilt, Billy Lake helped his daughter escape the city before her wedding day. Now, as Delilah Mason, she finds herself in a small town off the coast of Maine. Storybrooke seemed like the ideal place to disappear to: small and quaint, practically unheard of. Little did she know, this small town was just as tied to the mob scene as New York.

WRITTEN BY: @if-you-onlyknew & @katiekinswrites 

Fandom: OUAT, OUAT in Wonderland

Pairing: Jefferson/OFC

Rating: M (Mature) & E (Explicit)

READ FROM THE BEGINNING

chapter preview:

Learning that her father was in Wonderland had been a surprise for both Jefferson and Odette.

When news had finally traveled to Wonderland it didn’t take long for the celebrations to start. Billy Lake had been hesitant to celebrate or even call his daughter to find out if what they were saying was true. The news of Rothbart’s death felt like some kind of trick to Billy; so, he went to the Caterpillar himself and asked if it was true. Call your daughter yourself, Foster offered Billy a way to connect to his daughter. 

“Yes, it’s true,” Odette told her father. 

“His daughter really killed him?”

“No,” Odette sighed, “that was a lie. Olivia told Jefferson she had, but they came to Storybrooke together.” 

“What?!”

Odette glanced back at Grace in the backseat. “All that matters is that he is gone,” she told her father. “For good this time.” 

Jefferson nodded his head. Truer words had never before been spoken. The nightmare of Rothbart’s reign was finally over — along with Jefferson’s own reign. 

He reached across the center console and set his hand to rest on Odette’s thigh as she drove.

“Jefferson killed him?”

“No…he wasn’t the one who did it.” 

TAGLIST: @ocappreciationtag • @sendmylcve • @arrthurpendragon • @darkwolf76 • @cas-verse • @victoriapedrcttis • @roosterbradshaws • @seb-soph • @eddysocs • @learisa  • @darylandbethfanforever9 

[abbatoirablaze]

Heaven's Demons, Chapter 38

Word Count:  1.8k Warnings:  violence, aggression, mentions of murder, beating someone up, angst, smut, unprotected sex, threesome, f/m/m sex, anal sex, vaginal sex, poly relationship

“It’s not my issue, it’s his,” Sam grunted as he vetoed yet another thing that was put up by Butcher, the new secretary of the North Coast Charter of the Heaven’s Demons, “maybe he shouldn’t be sneaking around people’s backs…or stabbing them in em…”

“Everything he’s done has been above board, Falcon,” Fonz said simply, “Come on, man.”

“Fucking bull shit.”

“Fonz is right,” Rumlow grunted, “if you have issues with Butcher, take it downstairs where it belongs.”

“I don’t have issues with his bitch ass,” Falcon grunted, “he killed my old lady because she wanted me to walk.  Just like Barber killed Fonz’ old lady.”

“And yet you’re both here,” Jefferson retorted, his thinly veiled rage at the growing anger that had been simmering for weeks finally boiling over, “so get the fuck over it, Falcon.  All of us are moving on.”

“Moving on?” he growled, standing out of his seat, “moving on?  Shit didn’t happen to you, outside your control, Butcher.  Everything that happened, you and Barber fucking orchestrated.  Cap should have taken you out back and put a bullet in your skull, not rewarded you with your position as sergeant in arms.”  

“I LOST MY CHILD!”

“YOU AND BARBER GOT GEARZ HOOKED AN SENT HIM TO DO A GOD DAMN DRIVEBY TO SCARE EM INTO PLACE.  YOU DID THAT!  YOU DESERVE THE SHIT THAT HAPPENED TO YOU IN THAT TOWN, BUTCHER! SURPRISED AS SHIT CAP AIN'T BUT NO BULLET IN YOUR HEAD FOR FUCKIN' UP GEARZ NOW HE'S BACK TO FUCKIN SWEETIE AND HIM!”  

“FUCK YOU!” Butcher growled in response, finally standing up.  Both men faced each other, the heavy oak table separating them, “I WAS LOYAL.  YOU WANTED TO FUCKING RUN!”

“I WAS GOING TO BREAK IT OFF WITH HER BECAUSE I KNEW I’D NEVER LEAVE, YOU FUCKING ASS,” Falcon yelled at his brother, “AND YOU FUCKING KNEW THAT.”

“You wouldn’t have told her no,” he hissed, slamming his hands on the table, “you would have run off with her like the little bitch you are.  Because all little Sammy wants is someone to fucking love him.”  

“SQUARE THE FUCK UP, BUTCHER!” Falcon growled as the roar of the other bikers surrounded them.  Jefferson stared blankly at his brother, not wanting to fight him.  After they had been broken up, upstairs, Jefferson realized the error in his words, and how much they must have hurt his brother.

But Sam jumped around, hyping himself up as he threw a few punches at the air.  When Jefferson still hadn’t responded, he screamed at him, “MAN THE FUCK UP AND FACE ME YOU FUCKING PRICK!”

“I’m not fighting you, Falcon.” Jefferson looked behind himself, the thick chain link separating him and Falcon from the rest of the North Coast Charter.  Steve stood at its entrance, watching the two men, “I’m not fighting him, Cap.”

“The two of you need to stop this bull shit and now. You two wanna talk shit on each other, go for it. But leave my relationships the fuck out of your mouths,” Cap growled, grabbing both men by their kuttes out of church.  He’d let the two of them have their little screaming match, arguing over why the other was wrong, but it had been wearing on his nerves once they carried on.  He looked to Rumlow and the VP smirked, knowing that Cap was going to lead them to his domain, “BOTH OF YOU.  NOW!”

“WE SETTLE THIS IN THE CAGE!” Rumlow cheered, pounding heavily on the table as Steve led them through the clubhouse and down into elevator where the warehouse held their own little proving grounds that was an abandoned tunnel.  He didn’t stop until he reached the underground, both men staring at the heavily used arena, “YOU KNOW HOW THIS GOES BOYS!”

Each of the brothers carried a torch as they lit up the tunnel, the pit where they’d made their cage littered with dried blood, glass, and other debris. 

The roar of it all filled the area, the tunnel only amplifying it with its own intensity.  A chill ran through Jefferson’s spine as reality set in.  He knew what his president was expecting.  He knew that he expected the mad hatter to come out…the butcher.  But Jefferson didn’t want his screws coming loose again. 

“We settle our bull shit in the cage,” Steve reminded Jefferson.  His attention turned towards Falcon, “you can either beat the shit out of each other until one of you is unconscious or I’ll kill you both.  I’m sick and tired of this fucking shit and it’s been weeks.  I’m not putting up with it anymore so it’s going to come here to be put to rest.”

Johnny watched as two of his brothers were padlocked in.  The rest of the charter members seemed to find it amusing, and Falcon launched himself at Jefferson. 

“You okay, kid?”

“The fuck is this?” he asked nervously, leaning into Fonzie, “I-I didn’t sign up for this.  This is-“

“It’s how Steve keeps em all in line.  How he settles drama,” Fonzie replied, cutting the prospect off as Sam tackled Jefferson, and began landing punches to his face, “surprised Jefferson’s letting him win…”

Johnny raised his brow, “letting him win?”

“When he prospected, he was Cap’s sponsee,” Fonzie admitted, nodding his head to an intensely focused Steve, “he earned his nickname in that cage.  He’s not the biggest of us…but Butcher is unhinged…he’s letting Falcon kick his ass, because he knows he deserves it.”

Johnny watched, and his stomach turned as he saw Falcon beat him into unconsciousness; Steve only breaking it up when Sam grabbed a rock to crush Jefferson’s skull.  Rumlow tackled him to the ground and pried the rock out of his hands before he could strike the final blow, while Banner and Hawkeye carried Butcher up to get treated and cleaned up.

“That was fucked up and you know it, Steve.”

Steve frowned, sighing heavily as he looked at Sweetie.  He bit his lip as he watched his former flame stalking angrily back and forth, lecturing the biker until she was blue in the face and then some. 

If it were any other woman, he’d have brushed her off, or kicked her to the curb, but with her, he simply listened. 

He’d been slowly working his way back into her heart, and into her and Gearz’ bed, and neither oen of them had the heart to tell him no. 

He pulled off his shirt, and began stripping down, breaking her concentration, “Steve…what are you doing?”

“Going to bed…  I had a really long fucking day…and I just wanted to come home to my best girl and guy” he sighed, laying back on the large bed, “What’s it look like El?”

“You’re dirty…I just washed the duvet today…”

Steve smirked, the domesticity of it all making his heart flutter, “just lemme lay down for a few…it was rough today.  Then I’ll hop in the shower with Jake...”

“You can lay down, when you’ve showered,” she teased, stalking onto the bed only to push the larger biker off of it, “and like you said, Jake’s already in the shower…I’m sure he won’t mind if you joined him.”

He sat up on his elbows, “really want to trust me and Gearz in the shower alone there, Sweetie?”

“You’re not his president anymore…so I don’t think he’d be so considerate as to take it up the ass to please you…you might end up on the bottom if you tried him tonight…he’s been in a really playful mood,” she smirked from her spot on the bed, “want to try that?”

“Don’t test me…because I’ll pull you into the shower and let him fuck me while I fuck the hell out of you, Sweetie.”

“The showers not big enough for that, and you know it, Rogers…”

Steve smiled at the third in their little menage, the towel riding low on his hips.  He licked his lips, “I think I might be okay with being bottom tonight…you’ve been working out since I was here last?  You’re getting bigger, Jensen.”

Jake blushed, still not used to the new dynamic of their relationship and the fact that Steve was attracted to him, “I’ve been working out a little.  Getting clean definitely helped.”

“You haven’t been home in nearly a month, Steve…” Sweetie teased as she began rolling around on the bed, “Jake’s been getting all kinds of buff while you were away…”

“I see that,” Steve purred, holding his hands out to the younger male, “would you like to come join your captain on the floor, sweet boy?”

Jake bit his lip and walked over only to flop onto the clean bed.  Steve sat up, his brows furrowing until he came to eye level with Jake’s hardening length.  He watched Jake stroking himself over the towel, “I’d rather play on the bed…but someone’s a dirty man…so he can’t come play with me…not until he’s clean.”

“Oh I can play alright,” Steve purred, already on his knees and climbing onto the bed, only to be stopped by Sweetie.  He pouted, “El…come on baby.  I just wa-“

“He wants to play with us, El,” Jake cooed, sitting on his knees behind Sweetie.  His large hands slid around her body, and one of them went into her sleep shorts, instantly making her moan as he began to rub her bare folds.  Jake leaned forward and pressed a series of kisses along her neck, while his other hand expertly pulled the cami down, exposing her chest to Steve.  Her eyes fluttered closed as he rolled one of her hardening nubs between his fingers while his teeth scraped along her neck, “don’t you want our sweet man to touch us, Sweetie?”

She whimpered when Steve leaned forward, his mouth immediately latching onto her other, untouched breast.  He began to suck needily, rolling the other bud between his teeth, flicking it with his tongue, while his hands went around her and pulled Jake free from his towel so that he could stroke his length. 

Jake moaned against Sweetie’s neck, his hand that had been massaging one of her breasts sliding away from her only to grab Steve’s hardened length over his boxers.

“Fuck,” Steve moaned, his mouth vibrating against Sweetie’s sensitive nipple, “Jake…behind me baby…”

Jake obeyed, removing his hands, causing both Sweetie and Steve to whimper at the loss of him.  Sweetie’s hands were quick to go up to Steve’s face, capturing his lips with her own, and Steve laid Sweetie down on the bed.  Jake made quick work of pulling down Steve’s underwear, his large fingers laced with spit as he went to massage Steve’s ass before sliding one of the digits into Steve’s puckered ring of muscle. 

“Sh-shower!” Sweetie moaned as Steve lined his own length up with her, “Steve…dir-dirty.”

“Afterwards, baby,” he purred against her as he sank his length into her.  Her hands went down to his shoulders, her nails digging into them as her eyes went wide, “fuck,  El…feel so good baby girl.  FUCK…I-OH FUCK!  JAKE!”

Jake smiled, sinking into his boyfriend, his pride going wild, knowing that he could stop Steve mid-thought by fucking him senseless. His hand’s settled on Steve’s waist as he slowly filled him; his pride going even more wild with every moan Steve released as his cock stretched Steve’s ass.

“Put a baby in me, Steve,” Sweetie moaned, losing all sense of self, “fuck…put another one in me, daddy…fuck, we make such pretty babies...i want more...”

“Don’t worry baby,” Steve purred, “by the time we’re done me and Jake will put another one in you…FUCK.  Oh god.  I’m never letting you two go…never letting either one of you go…fuck, JAKE! RIGHT THERE!”

Chapter 39

Tag list:  @lohnes16, @elbell20-blog, @stockholmdolly, @terrormonster55, @dontbescaredtosingalong, @tenaciousperfectionunknown

[myfearless-love]

Too Well Tangled (Chapter 12/21 - "From Brawls to Blueballs")

Chapters: 12/21 — "From Brawls to Blueballs"

Rating: Mature

Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV)

Relationship: Captain Hook | Killian Jones/Emma Swan

Characters: Captain Hook | Killian Jones, Emma Swan, Prince Charming | David Nolan, Arthur (Once Upon a Time), Knave of Hearts | Will Scarlet, Robin Hood (Once Upon a Time), Mad Hatter | Jefferson

Additional Tags: Captain Swan - Freeform, Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - Regency, Enemies to Lovers, Angst and Fluff and Smut, BAMF Emma Swan, Angst and Romance, Banter

Summary: Determined and tough-minded Emma Nolan is on a singular mission: to rescue her dim-witted brother from the clutches of Killian Jones, the infamously rakish Marquess of Hookstone. Little did she anticipate her own burgeoning desire for the audacious, unscrupulous scoundrel she intended to despise. Killian Jones, the enigmatic Marquess of Hookstone, has more than earned his sinister sobriquet, the "Prince of Darkness." His past, a stormy mosaic of rejection and rebellion, has forged a man both feared and revered. Yet, the indomitable Miss Nolan proves an unexpectedly formidable opponent for his infamous charm. But when Killian's reciprocated passion lands them in a scandalously compromising, and very public, predicament, Emma is left with no recourse but to demand satisfaction...

Previous chapters: ch. 1 II ch. 2 II ch. 3 II ch. 4 II ch. 5 II ch. 6 II ch. 7 II ch. 8 II ch. 9 II ch. 10 II ch. 11

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HUGE thank you to my amazing beta @xarandomdreamx for always catching my mistakes and leaving me smiling with her comments!!❤️

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[j2d3]

Killian Jones x Fem Reader - Ouat

Picture this, in ouat you as a character represent the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland but your not a cat your a witch, a mischievous one  and the mad hatter is your bestie. You were in the first curse so your in storybrooke and right now you and Killian happen in season 4 or 5, to sum you and Killian's relationship up your lovers in secret. (This is my first time writing smut so it may not be very good and descriptive) 

“You know I really think your as mad as I am y/n.” My bestfriend Jefferson says as he shoves a donut up his mouth. 

“I’m not mad, I’m simply mischievous. There's a large difference between bonkers and rebellion.”  

“ I’m pretty sure there's a short difference between bonkers and rebellion.” Jefferson mockingly says.      

“Whelp I think it’s time for me to go, I’ve got to go pick up Grace from school or wherever she is these cursed days, catch you later y/n!”  

“I’ll think about that!” I watch Jefferson run off near the street and around Granny's, now that I think about it I want Granny's, especially the hot chocolate . I walk to Granny's and make my way inside, I catch a familiars eye and the next second he approaches me. 

“What do you want Killian, and can you get out of my personal space your very suffocating.” It’s weird how he isn’t drinking yet he still approaches me in public especially when he’s really close, he usually does this in private. I really need to start going to Granny’s when Killian isn’t here, I can’t risk unwanted attention literally.

“Well what I want love is y-”  I walk out Granny’s hoping he doesn't follow or finish his statement  but of course Killian being Killian follows.  

“What I was going to say before you rudely walked away from me was, actually I don’t feel like telling you since you’ve been such a bad girl but maybe you can do something for me to hear it.” I keep walking away but what if I did what he wanted me to do for him, I already know what he’s going to say or do I? I turn around facing him, letting him know I want whatever he’s going to make me do with a mischievous grin.

“So you’ll do it?” Killian says with an eager smirk.

“ Well, some go this way, and some go that way. But as for me, myself, personally, I prefer the short-cut. Yes I’ll do it.” I disappear and appear again but this time much closer to Killian before pulling in Killian for a kiss, with my powers I teleport us in his room, well in a room on his Jolly Roger.  

“Easy there love, your forgetting your playing my game.” I roll my eyes in response which will probably make me a bad girl in his game.

“what was that, did you ignore me? Such a bad girl you are.” He puts me on his bed and I wrap my legs around his waist, as he touches my leg he moves his cold hook slowly closer and closer towards my clit. I’ve got to admit he has successfully gotten me horny and wet. 

“ A while ago I was going to say is I want you, and right now I’ll make you want me no matter how long our little game last.” He takes his hand and his hook off my thighs only to take off his belt and take his cock out, he then moves on to me taking my underwear off under my skirt. 

“Do you want me now?”   

“Mayb-” He pushes himself into me without warning, I let out a loud moan, as I grip on to his back along with leaving a scratch on his back, I catch a glimpse of him holding onto his sheets, gosh damn it he’s going to go hard.

“Maybe? Maybe’s not good enough love, rethink that for me.” Within a moment of catching my breath he pushes his cock deeper inside me leaving me pushing my nails in his back and letting many more loud moans escape my mouth. 

“So do you have an answer now love or would you like me to keep going?” No matter how many times I try to catch my breath I know damn well he won’t slow down, he’ll go faster. I can feel his hand move up from my thighs to my breast to the point where he’s ripping off my shirt and my bra underneath.

 “What a wet girl you are huh.” I can hear a low moan escape his mouth but other than that I’m practically his toy, “I wan--t you.” because of how many times I’ve tried to catch my breath I’m practically hard to hear plus how loud the bed is.

“Love speak up, I can’t hear you quite well.” Killian says as he goes even faster and deeper in me, at this point I’m completely paralyzed. He did not lie when he said we would fuck till I said I wanted him, and right now it seems like it would take me forever to say it. He kisses my chest up to my neck where he gives me hickeys, now I want him.

“I want you.” I stumble upon saying hoping it's enough and loud enough. “Good girl, that’s more like it.”

[imyourbratzdoll]

Imagine this: Soft!Dark!softforreader!Bucky,Steve Rogers,Ari, Mad Hatter, Andy and Lance Tucker x socially awkward! socially anxious!reader <3 No smut imagined bc I'm feeling like a sex-repulsed asexual today 🤪 So, they are eager to please the reader, they don't want to upset nor displease the reader 🦋 They are oh so soft with R 😩💘 they will go onto their knees and grovel if you so much as hint you are angry at them 💞

hi! I hope you like what I did. sorry, it took so long.

the gifs I use aren't mine, divider by @newlips

The six men were madly in love with the same woman. At first, trying to get Y/n to believe they truly loved her was complex and challenging, but the more persistent they were, the faster she started to believe and fall in love back. 

They all had certain things they’d do for you that the other could not.

Bucky would comfort you when you’d wake from terrible nightmares, staying with you and making sure you’d have a warm glass of milk and some biscuits, smothering you in kisses until you’d fall into a peaceful slumber.

Steve would bake with you when your cravings would take place, covering the kitchen with pies, biscuits and anything sweet. Sometimes, it would end in a playful food fight as you two love to compete.

Ari would build a massive fort filling it with your favourite snacks while your favourite movie would be on tv. He’d cuddle with you as you stared at the screen and speak line for line, grabbing some snacks but missing because you were so focused on the movie.

Jefferson, or Mad Hatter as you’ve nicknamed him, would make you flower crowns, knowing they were your favourite hats. He’d bring you into his little section and stand behind you as he taught you how to make the perfect hat.

Andy would tell you stories and hold you tight against his chest as he’d let you in on his day and the cases that would pile up. He’d feed you fruits as you listen to him before he returns the favour when you tell him about your day.

Lance would help keep you healthy. He’d do any type of exercise with you, buy you all the workout clothes you’d need, he’d help you stretch when your body needed it or massage you when your body became too sore. 

They treat her like the queen they know she is, ensuring that she knows they only have eyes for her. They’d never dream of being with anyone else, and the thought repulses them. They’d rather drink bleach than be with another woman. 

They would die for you, kill for you and many more. You have never felt so loved and cherished before. They never want to upset or make you mad, and each man will beg for your forgiveness if they think you are the tiniest bit upset or angry with them. 

They remember the first time they made you mad. It was hell for them. You wouldn’t speak to them for a week. No matter what they did to try and make you talk to them again, you wouldn’t budge. When you finally calmed down and collected yourself, it was a relief when they heard words leave your lips and be directed toward them.

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[thegreatwicked]

WIP Title Game

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Thanks for the tag @split-spectrum! Lord, my WIPs are not quite out of control BUT there are quite a few of them! I'll divide them up into two categories; fanfiction and original!

Fanfiction:

Armitage (Hux x OC)

In Service to the Night Sisters (Opress Brothers x OCs)

Moonlight Rendezvous (Maul x OC)

Padawan (Obi-Wan x Reader Insert)

50 Shades of Obi-Wan (Obi-Wan x Reader Insert)

Unbreakable Bonds (Obi-Wan x OC)

The Generals Wife (Hux x OC)

Shadows of Deception (Roman Sionis x OC)

Take off the Mask, Baby (Roman Sionis x Reader Insert)

Healing Hands (Jason Todd x OC)

Claiming the Red Hood (Jason Todd x OC)

Bayou and the Burrow (Charlie Weasley x OC)

Read to Me (Matt Murdock x OC)

We Were Cursed (Jefferson/Mad Hatter x OC)

It's No Good (Soldier Boy x OC)

Second Son (Soldier Boy x OC)

Tribute to the Horde (Dothraki OC x OC)

1001 Nights of Mischief (Loki xOC)

Professional Courtesy (DC Captain Cold x OC)

Forgive Me (Malik x OC)

Binding (Malik x OC)

Originals:

Call Me Love

Thanks for the Ride

Eternally Yours

Dive

Not your Fucking Grieving Widow

All works listed above are smut and not meant for anyone under 18. Lord give me strength to get through these WIPs before more appear!

No pressure tags! @hereticpriest @decembermidnight @burnthecheshirewitch @keffirinne @daenerys-skywalker @chaotickimchi @viskarenvisla @maulfvckers

Lets see those WIPs!

[eirian-houpe]

Dies Irae - Chapter 1

Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Belle/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold Characters: Belle (Once Upon a Time), Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Mad Hatter | Jefferson, Evil Queen | Regina Mills, Wicked Witch of the West | Zelena, Red Riding Hood | Ruby, Grumpy | Leroy, Captain Hook | Killian Jones, Grace | Paige (Once Upon a Time) Additional Tags: AU, Angst, Violence, archeology, psychic questing, Religion, spirituality, Magic, Supernatural - Freeform, Romance, Smut Summary:

A strange man confronts Doctor Belle French after one of her lectures, and claims to need her help. He also claims to know that she is troubled, and can offer her protection. When events transpire that lead Belle to take up that offer, a desperate search begins to find a series of ancient artifacts, and Belle and her friends - both old and new - face increasing danger as they try to secure the artifacts for the powers of good before they can fall into very wrong hands, and possibly threaten every living thing in Storybrooke and beyond!

Chapter One: Ēvincere

Etymology of the English word evince (v.) c. 1600, "disprove, confute," from French évincer "disprove, confute," from Latin evincere "conquer, overcome subdue, vanquish, prevail over; elicit by argument, prove," from assimilated form of ex "out" (see ex-) + vincere "to overcome" (from nasalized form of PIE root *weik- (3) "to fight, conquer"). Meaning "show clearly" is late 18c. Not clearly distinguished from its doublet, evict, until 18c. Related: Evinced; evinces; evincing; evincible.

"And I cannot stress hard enough…”

He didn’t move.  While all around him in the lecture hall, those gathered in unspoken conspiracy seemed to squirm and shift uncomfortably in their places on the long, hard wooden benches, he remained immobile.

“…that if you are coming into archeology with dreams of… fame and fortune; of glory even, then you have been sadly misinformed.”

He sighed - perhaps the first sign of life since he entered the hall - and moved his hands with slow, measured precision, to turn to collar of his black, woolen trench coat up as if to defend against a unwelcome draft. He’d heard this before, several times, and as she continued, almost syllable for syllable, matched her litany.

“Treasure comes in many forms,” he muttered as she spoke, “and it isn’t always - is rarely as a matter of fact - gold or precious artifacts.” He recitation was lifeless and without the passionate inflection with which she spoke.

“But is something more precious still…” She gave a pause then, and in his line of sight, the watcher could separate those that had been caught in her spell, and those that were merely along for the ride. The former leaned, slightly, toward the front of the lecture hall, where the diminutive Doctor Belle French held court, and finished with all the mysteriousness it seemed that she could muster, “Knowledge.”

If she might have continued, he would never know, as the bell signaling the end of the alloted time sounded, and the ever impatient students began stuffing backpacks and tote bags with notebooks and textbooks; wooden boxes full of sharpened pencils and depleted ink pens, and hurried to rise and leave.

Still, he sat immobile, one booted foot up on the desk-like shelf in front of him, the other splayed slight to the side, toward the aisle.  Others along his row shifted impatiently; pointedly waiting for him to take his foot down at least, so they could sidle, inconvenienced, past this apparent miscreant. He didn’t move. He didn’t even respond to the irritated murmuring; never once took his eyes off French as she too began packing away the lecture notes into folders, then the folders into piles on a table already replete with books and other papers.

“Are you gonna move y’foot, mate?”

Apparently, the patience of the nearby attendees had worn thin, or at least their courage had thickened, one or the other.

“Go around,” he said, his voice low and full of gravel, as well as gravitas. It was all he said, and neither did he make any attempt to remove his foot from blocking the way. 

After another moment of immobility, and with the press of other students behind him, the one that had spoken tried again, more threatening this time as he grumbled, “I said move yer foot.”

With the grace of a highly trained dancer, and turning as he did indeed move his foot to stand, he turned to face the student, towering over the younger man as he said quietly, and with patience that somehow held a deadly quality, “And I said, go. Around.”

The student opened his mouth to make a third protest, but as he shifted slightly, something seemed to change the younger man’s mind and, muttering something not quite audible, but he was certain was unlikely to be very complementary, did indeed turn, and pushing the other students ahead of him, moved and exited the row from the other side.

The students were already forgotten though, and he turned his attention back to Doctor French. She was slowly clearing the table in front of the podium of all the books and papers littered there, packing them away in her already overstuffed messenger bag, paying absolutely no heed to the room around her, nor - he guessed - the energies in it. 

When he felt the moment was right, just as the light descended enough to case a beam across the lecture hall and illuminate the dust that had yet to settle, he spoke.

“It isn’t true, you know?” he said. Though his voice was still soft he pitched it so that the acoustics of the hall carried it clearly to the professor. She started slightly, then looked up at him, raising a hand to shield her eyes from the light that concealed him.

“I beg your pardon?” she shot back, her voice terse, a challenge.

“Granted,” he said, and began to slowly descend the steps that flanked the tiers of seats.

“No, that’s not—” she began, slightly flustered, before annoyance got the better of her and she demanded, “I’m sorry - who are you?”

Once he reached the floor, he strode across to her, his trench coat almost billowing, cloak-like behind him, and once close enough held out a hand in her direction.

“My name is Jefferson,” he told her, “And I need your help to do something that I can’t.”

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Belle blinked, then with a slight scoff, and ignoring his still outstretched hand said, “Well you have a very strange way of showing it!” Then she returned to packing her bag.

“In return,” he continued, apparently unmoved by her response, “I may be able to assist you.”

“I don’t need your help,” she snapped. The tone in his voice made the small hairs on the nape of her neck stand on end. Had he been watching her?

“There are powers in this world, Doctor French, who have no regard for the living, nor respect for the dead. I suspect you know the type, if not the very ones of whom I speak.”

She looked up at that, fixing her eyes first on his face, undeniably handsome, but clearly more than a little haunted behind the seriousness of his expression, and then traveling the length of the sombre-clad figure that stood before her, seeming to know more about her than a stranger should.

She couldn’t help but notice the small pin that graced his otherwise unadorned lapel: an equal armed, red cross, their width narrower at the center than they were at the ends, set against a white background that was stark against the black of his coat.

“Now you listen, Mister Je—.”

“Just Jefferson,” he corrected.

“I don’t know who you are, or where you came from,” she tried for indignation, but even to her own ears, the tone spoke more of fear, “or even why you’re here, but—”

“I told you,” he said, his voice soft, “I need your help.”

She frowned, and couldn’t muster an answer, just stood and shook her head.

He raised his long forgotten, outstretched hand to her again, and as if by magic, though she was certain it was slight of hand, he produced a velum business card and held it out to her, clasped between his index and middle finger.

“There’s a man, his name is Mister Gold,” he said. “If you have cause to change your mind, all you have to do is go to him. It’s very important you tell him what’s been going on. He can protect you, but you must tell him exactly what’s been happening. He’ll know what to do.”

He nodded then, just once, to the business card he still held, and hesitantly, she reached for it, and glancing down at it, saw the words that graced the center of the otherwise unadorned card.

“Gold - Antiquarian,” it said, and then in relief around the edges, words that she had to turn the card one way and then the other in order to read. Latin words.

Non nobis Domine, non nobis, sed nomini tuo da gloriam.

When she looked up, Jefferson was already gone.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

About my blog

Please be sure to read all of the warnings on my work before reading. My writing contains 18+ content! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!🔞

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WHO I WRITE:

Sebastian Stan

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Jefferson/Mad Hatter

Chris Beck

Lee Bodecker

Steve Kemp

Tommy Lee (Sebastian Stan)

Lance Tucker

Charles Blackwood

Mickey Henry

TJ Hammond

Max Burnett

Frank (Endings Beginnings)

Chris Evans

Steve Rogers/Captain America

Ari Levinson

Lloyd Hansen

Tyler Owens

WHAT I WRITE:

Everything I write is with a female reader.

Fluff🩷

Smut❤️‍🔥

Angst🧡

Dark🖤 (COMING SOON)

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE:

I will not write anything that involves anything offensive and gross.

REQUESTS:

When I am accepting requests, it will be in highlighted in blue. When I am not accepting requests, it will be highlighted in red. Read the rules above before requesting. Please know that if y’all request something, it’ll take time for me to get to it and write it. Please be patient and bare with me.

[findyourrp]

🏰 Hi I’m a 19 year old female, looking for someone 18+ to roleplay Once Upon A Time with, I ask for that person to be someone patient too as I’m new to the fandom so I don’t know everything but I am willing to learn more from who I’m roleplaying with! I just started season two, I’m a few episodes in and I only do double up roleplays and female x male roleplays for both pairings as it’s what I’m familiar & I don’t do smut but it’s fine to insinuate it, so please be understanding about that too! :)

I like descriptive Roleplays, I prefer to write a few sentences as far as talking goes but I don’t often write really long replies as my replies are mostly a paragraph long or maybe a little longer. I do play as side characters and ask that you do the same as I wanna keep it fair and the responses fair.

I’m also interested in us becoming friends as well as our ocs being friends!

Ps. My love interest is Killian Jones Aka Captain Hook, I’m open to playing just about anyone but I’d prefer for you to comment who you may be interested in first before I message you so I can know whether or not I think I’d be able to pull off playing as them, I haven’t played as anyone before in ouat but I’m very interested in playing as Rumpelstiltskin, Jefferson Aka The Mad Hatter, Graham Humbert Aka The Huntsman, etc.

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[a-lake-of-fire]

Things to expect

If the one you want isn't on here, feel free to ask! Send in asks anyway! Please!

Marauders

Wolfstar

Jegulus

Rosekiller

Scream

Stu and Billy

Chad and Ethan

Pretty much anyone, I just prefer ships

Shadowhunters Chronicles

Anyone, mostly Malec, but if you ask for someone, you'll probably get it. I'm still reading The Dark Artifices, so you might not get that, but The Mortal Instruments or The Infernal Devices, yeah, you'll get it.

Stranger Things

Steddie mostly.

Maybe something with Billy, but that's not going to be canon at all.

Others

Somehow there's more that aren't enough for me to put in a specific fandom.

Simon and Wille from Young Royals

Jefferson (the Mad Hatter from Once Upon A Time, because the Hatter is my favorite Disney character)

Jason Todd (probably more Titans than comics)

Dick Grayson (probably more Titans than comics)

Finnick Odair (possible Peeta, but probably Finnick)

Marvel? Maybe?

Maybe some original stuff? If that's something you're interested in.

Fluff, angst, smut, you name it, it'll be here.

I will probably write for straight ships, but being gay and mostly writing queer ships, I'm a lot more comfortable with that.

I don't really do x reader stuff, but I've also never tried it. If I do, it will suck for a while.

I'm very insecure about my writing, so if I don't reply to comments or something, it's not personal, I just don't like reading my work. That being said, it'll also probably mostly be unedited.

[ashandkatiewrite]

Summary: Odette Lake had led a normal life up until her twenty fifth birthday-the day she learned that she had been sold to the New York mafia king, Von Rothbart who has been obsessed with her since she was a teenager. To settle his debts and to provide his daughter with what he thought would be a life of luxury, Odette's father had agreed to a marriage proposal - only for it to turn into a nightmare. Ridden with guilt, Billy Lake helped his daughter escape the city before her wedding day. Now, as Delilah Mason, she finds herself in a small town off the coast of Maine. Storybrooke seemed like the ideal place to disappear to: small and quaint, practically unheard of. Little did she know, this small town was just as tied to the mob scene as New York.

WRITTEN BY: @if-you-onlyknew & @katiekinswrites 

Fandom: OUAT, OUAT in Wonderland

Pairing: Jefferson/OFC

Rating: M (Mature) & E (Explicit)

READ FROM THE BEGINNING

CHAPTER 19

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When Jefferson got out of the car, he left the door open so as to not make more noise than necessary. He helped Odette out of the car as well and put his finger to his lips to communicate that they should be quiet. 

With her hand in his, Jefferson walked ahead of Odette to shield her with his body, just in case. This had better just be a huge oversight by August because Jefferson was ready to smash the side of his gun against August’s head for scaring Odette like this. 

There was a sort of creaking noise coming from the back yard, the nearer they walked. Jefferson squeezed Odette’s hand and took a deep breath. The creaking noise met his ears again and when Jefferson looked through the foliage on the corner of the house, his stomach felt like it dropped. His mouth opened in shock. 

August had a rope around his neck and was barely supporting himself on his toes as the hangman’s noose suspended him from a branch on one of the largest trees in the yard. He was alive, but likely not for much longer as he strained to keep on his toes.

“Oh my god,” Odette gasped out, the scene in front of them was horrific and she had to slap her hand over her mouth to stop herself from screaming. Odette could see the way the man was fighting hard to free himself from the tight noose around his neck. 

His eyes were completely bloodshot and his entire face was a dark shade of purple as he continued to struggle. 

Jefferson stepped backwards and pushed Odette against the side of the house with his body. His eyes were wide in fear as he pressed his cheek to the side of her face. He whispered hurriedly in her ear. “Please. I want you to run. My love, please?” He pulled his head back as he looked her in the eyes. 

“No! Not without you!” She cried in a whisper. 

Taglist: @ocappreciationtag • @sendmylcve • @arrthurpendragon • @darkwolf76 • @cas-verse • @victoriapedrcttis • @roosterbradshaws • @seb-soph • @eddysocs • @learisa • @darylandbethfanforever9 

[abbatoirablaze]

Behind Closed Doors, Chapter 10

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, breeding fetish discussed.

“And cut…that was great, Sebastian!” the director called loudly, “we’re a wrap for the day, everyone!  See you back here at 6 AM sharp.”

Sebastian smiled as he made his way towards you, “hey…where are the kids?”

Your moms,” you giggled, “her and your step-dad wanted to visit with them, and Chris’ mom called.  So, your mom offered to meet up with her in Boston while we had our own little mommy-daddy vacation here in Vancouver.”

“Well, that was nice of them…” he teased playfully, “tell me mommy bear…did they know that a certain time is coming up?”

“You mean our anniversary?” you asked, your own teasing smile, “hmmm…it’s possible.”

“Why else would she offer to not only watch our three-year-olds and one year old, but also take them to Massachusetts to see Chris’ family?”

“Maybe because she loves our children, Mr. Stan.” You smiled, sticking your tongue out at him, “and your mom and step-dad are amazing people who understand that parents need a little alone time, sometimes.”

Sebastian smiled as he pulled you close, his lips crashing against yours.  You whimpered, missing the feel of his lips.  When you pulled away, your eyes were still closed, “it’s been a month and a half since I’ve gotten to see you face to face.”

“Well, we couldn’t just both run off to Vancouver…Jack doesn’t have his passport yet.” You reminded him.  He smirked, “I’m here now.”

“That you are,” he grinned, taking a step back only to remove his hat and bow to you, “such a fine specimen we have here, do we not?  A gorgeous young woman all on her lonesome…with an emptying set…”

“Sebastian…”

“Call me hatter…”

“Hatter?”

“The mad hatter,” he smirked devilishly, “so what brings you to me, my dear?  What is it that you’re searching for?  The perfect accessory to set your outfit off?  Picking up something for the queen?”

“My husband,” you teased, “or at least, the man that’s supposed to be him.”

He was gentle in placing his top hat on your head, “is the man you seek not in front of you?”

You giggled even more, taking a few steps forward until your hands were braced on his chest, “hmmm…feels familiar…looks familiar…”

“Mrs. Hatter,” he growled as one of your hands traveled lower until your fingers brushed over his cloth-covered crotch, “what on earth are you doing?”

“Showing the mad hatter how mad his wife is for his cock,” you moaned, leaning in against his ear.  You pressed your lips to his jaw, and you felt his breath hitch in his throat, “Sebastian…I missed you so much, baby…”

“Jefferson,” he whimpered needily, “Call me Jefferson…i-it’s the hatter’s name.”

Your brow rose, “you really want to lay into this, don’t you?”

He nodded softly, another gasp passing his lips as you played with the hem of his pants, “Please…please baby…I want this.”

“Jefferson,” you moaned as your hand slipped into his pants.  He gasped yet again when your hand gripped his cock and you started to pump him, “wanna feel you, Jefferson.”

“Fuck…”

You continued to stroke him, while keeping your body pressed against his.  Your lips worked their way down his jaw and throat, and you felt his pulse picking up as you hovered over his pulse point, “take me, Jefferson…show me what it means to be mad as a hatter…”

In an instant he gripped your face between his hands and pulled you towards him, until your lips met once more. 

The kiss was hungry, animalistic even as he pressed his crotch against your hand, bucking into it.

“(Y/N)!”

“Make love to me, Jefferson!” you begged. 

He picked you up and sat you on the workbench.  Your legs spread, allowing him the room to go between them.  Your summer dress bunched up around your thighs, exposing you to him and he dove in blindly, but as soon as his fingers hit your core, he stopped and backed away from you, his eyes lighting up in a whole new way, “you’re not wearing panties…”

“That a problem?”

His eyes snapped to yours and after a tense moment where he looked like he was going to wholeheartedly devour you, he attacked you once more.  Your heart raced as your fingers went quickly to his pants, fumbling with the buttons and zipper.  His hands slipped up your thighs and to your ass, lifting you up ever so slightly while you pulled his pants down. 

His cock sprang to life, thudding against the leather of his vest.  You reached down to yourself and coated your hand in your own arousal before taking him in your hand once more.  His eyes closed and he groaned, “(Y/N)!  Fuck.  I’ve missed you!”

After a few pumps, one of his free hands slid down to his cock and he took himself out of your hand, before lining himself up at your entrance. You rolled your hips against him, trying to feel him even sooner, but he only tapped the crown of his cock against your aching core, “Sebastia-“

“Jefferson!” he growled, correcting you.

“Jefferson,” you whimpered, needing to feel him, “please.”

“Say it again,” he demanded huskily, tapping his cock against your pussy once more.  You moaned, seeing the precum glistening in droplets on his tip, “baby…say it again.”

“Please, Jefferson,” you whimpered once again, begging him for it, “ne-need it.”

“He needs you too, baby.  He’s more than mad for you…he’s crazy over that sweet little core of yours,” he growled, slipping between your folds and pressing into your core.  Your eyes practically rolled back into your head as he pushed himself into you, stretching you around him, “oh god…you feel like heaven.”

“Jefferson!” you moaned, rocking your hips to meet his slow thrusts, “Jefferson…”

“You want the hatter?” he asked softly, pulling your body to his.  You moaned loudly as his tip hit your cervix, his length massaging the soft spongey part inside of you in all the right ways, “want me to fill that pretty, tight pussy up with everything I got?”

“Oh god, yes!  YES!” you moaned, your back arching as he hit your g-spot again and again, “Jefferson, “JEFFERSON!”

“Make you forget all about that little actor fiancé of yours,” he teased as he nipped at your neck, “Make you crave the hatter’s cock.”

“I want it,” you whimpered, feeling your own high building, “need it.  Need you, hatter…need you, Jefferson!  Fill me up, daddy!”

“(Y/N),” he yelled as he came.  It felt like electricity was surging through your body as you came with him.  A warm feeling spread out through your core and into the rest of your body as his cum filled your womb.  His cock spasmed inside of you, and he rested his forehead against yours, “fuck…fuck, I really needed that…”

You giggled, unable to control yourself.  You leaned up to his lips, and pressed them to yours, “I love you, Sebastian…”

“Love you too, baby…” he smiled breathlessly, “T-thanks for going along with that…”

“What?” you asked, “calling you Jefferson?”

He nodded, “yeah…”

“Was kind of sexy if I’m being honest…though, next time we do roleplaying…maybe a bit more of it?” you asked, “not that I don’t enjoy this part…”

“Felt a little rushed,” he agreed, “I’m sorry baby…just-I saw how you weren’t wearing panties and I just-I lost it…It was like I craved being inside of you.  I needed to fill you…it’s just-we haven’t seen each other in a while, and you were cleared to have sex a while ago, but…we were busy with the kids…and just seeing you like this…all sexy and-it made me want to cum in you all the more.”

“Bit of a breeding fetish, Mr. Stan?” you teased lightly.

“We’ve been together for two, going on three years…you know I have a breeding fetish,” he smirked before pressing a kiss to your lips, “if it was up to me, I’d never let you go out into the world not full of me every morning…”

You reached up and stroked his cheek. There was an underlying statement to his words…one that resonated with you. 

He knew all about how you had felt after you’d given birth to Jack. 

“Sebastian…”

“Yeah…”

“I want another baby…”

His eyes snapped to yours, “What?”

“I-I want us to start trying to have another baby,” you admitted softly, “I-I love how you are with the kids…and I know we’ve never talked about it officially, but I just-“

“I want another baby too,” he admitted, cutting you off, “I-I’ve been thinking about it practically since the day we had Jack…just-hearing that admission and letting it sit-I want a big family, (Y/N)…like, a really big family.  I know that you have your hesitations because of everything that you’ve been through, but…I want more kids…with you.”

“A-are you sure?” you asked slowly, “I mean…I know that I want it….I grew up with a lot of siblings.  And while I love them…you don’t know what it’s like, Sebastian.  You were an only child…”

“My stepdad has his kids…I’m one of three…” he reminded you, “anyways…I loved having them around.   Granted, I was the youngest, but I still loved having siblings.”

“You’re serious?” you asked once more, “you really want to start trying again?”

He nodded, “I-I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.  (Y/N), I love you…and Johnny and Shayla and Jack…but our family doesn’t feel complete yet.  Me and you…we’re meant to have more.  I can feel it in my bones.  And you’re such an amazing mother to our children…I just-“

“I feel the same way…”

“So, we can try?” he asked, “we can start trying for another kid?”

“Not just that,” you said slowly, “I-I think we should start planning our wedding as well…I-I don’t want to just be engaged.  I want it all with you, Sebastian.  That includes having you as my husband.”

“Really?”

You nodded, watching as he lit up even more, “Yeah.”

“Okay…okay…so new baby…then a wedding…” he said quickly.

“You want a new baby first?”

“Of course,” he smirked, “because if we have a new baby first, and then get married…we can practice for number five on the honeymoon.”

You laughed at his response, “Sebastian…we just agreed to have baby number four…and you’re already planning the one after that?”

He licked his lips and moved closer to you, sweeping you up in his arms, “you know…you didn’t deny the idea of having another one after this one?”

“Sebastian…one baby at a time.”

“I mean…you did have twins once before,” he teased, “there’s no rule saying it can’t happen again.”

“Sebastian…”

“Fine, fine,” he laughed, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, “one baby at a time…for now…but don’t think I won’t try for multiples…”

Chapter 11

[myfearless-love]

Too Well Tangled (Chapter 9/21 - "Hell Hath No Fury")

Chapters: 9/21 — "Hell Hath No Fury"

Rating: Mature

Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV)

Relationship: Captain Hook | Killian Jones/Emma Swan

Characters: Captain Hook | Killian Jones, Emma Swan, Prince Charming | David Nolan, Arthur (Once Upon a Time), Knave of Hearts | Will Scarlet, Robin Hood (Once Upon a Time), Mad Hatter | Jefferson

Additional Tags: Captain Swan - Freeform, Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - Regency, Enemies to Lovers, Angst and Fluff and Smut, BAMF Emma Swan, Angst and Romance, Banter

Summary: Determined and tough-minded Emma Nolan is on a singular mission: to rescue her dim-witted brother from the clutches of Killian Jones, the infamously rakish Marquess of Hookstone. Little did she anticipate her own burgeoning desire for the audacious, unscrupulous scoundrel she intended to despise. Killian Jones, the enigmatic Marquess of Hookstone, has more than earned his sinister sobriquet, the "Prince of Darkness." His past, a stormy mosaic of rejection and rebellion, has forged a man both feared and revered. Yet, the indomitable Miss Nolan proves an unexpectedly formidable opponent for his infamous charm. But when Killian's reciprocated passion lands them in a scandalously compromising, and very public, predicament, Emma is left with no recourse but to demand satisfaction...

Previous chapters: ch. 1 II ch. 2 II ch. 3 II ch. 4 II ch. 5 II ch. 6 II ch. 7 II ch. 8

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