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i want writers to make mr grumpy james bucky barnes even more grumpy. unhinged even.
still a good, caring guy like we know he is, but also definitely embracing all of his abilities in a sort of “hydra gave me the serum and this combate knowledge and these abilities to make me a monster now watch me use it on them” way.
like sorta “i know a crazy when i see one ‘cause i am crazy” insane. maniacal laugh. sarcastic little shit. insufferable. mad hatter type yk? MAD HATTER TYPE OF CRAZY. MAD. do you see the vision? and i want him dressed like this:
[seb played the mad hatter once. he can do it]
#he’s also a merciless 1940s heartthrob flirt when it comes to you#dear diary ♡#bucky barnes (harmo’s version)#tfatws!bucky barnes#mad hatter!sebastian stan#mad hatter!bucky barnes#bucky barnes headcanon#bucky barnes hc#bucky barnes au#unhinged bucky barnes#grumpy bucky barnes#badass bucky barnes#bucky barnes thoughts#mcu headcanon#mcu hc#tfatws headcanon#tfatws thoughts#ouat mad hatter#once upon a time mad hatter#sebastian stan ouat#sebastian stan once upon a time
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Sebastian Stan as Jefferson/The Mad Hatter
ONCE UPON A TIME S1-S3
#sebastian stan#jefferson#once upon a time#mad hatter#ouat#jefferson ouat#at this pount nothing about jefferson is subtle#god i love him so much
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SEBASTIAN STAN as JEFFERSON / THE MAD HATTER Once Upon a Time S01E17 "Hat Trick"
#once upon a time#jefferson#the mad hatter#sebastian stan#arthurpendragonns#cinemapix#cinematv#dailytvfilmgifs#dilfgifs#dilfsource#flawlessgentlemen#mancandykings#marvel cast#mcu cast#mensource#sebastianstanedit#sebstanedit#sebstangifs#tvedit#unearthlydust#usermalin#usersvenja#mine
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Sebastian Stan characters finding out you’re pregnant » Jefferson/Mad Hatter
Pairings: Jefferson x Female Reader
Summary: Jefferson finds out you’re pregnant.
Warnings: Fluff, language, pet name
Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes.
Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier
GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found it on Pinterest.
The first words out of Jefferson’s mouth would be “Grace is going to be a big sister?”
He would be overly excited about having another baby. He’s happy that you’re the mother of his second baby.
When you and Jefferson tell Grace, she would be overly excited too and she would say “I get to be a big sister!”
Graces would be so excited to tell her friends.
This isn’t Jefferson’s first time being a dad, he would be a little more prepared than he was the first time.
Grace would want to be your little helper if you need anything. If you want a snack or something to drink, she’ll go to the kitchen to get you something to eat and drink.
Grace saying “I want a little sister.”
You buying a Grace a shirt that says “Big Sister” on it.
Grace would try to help you and Jefferson set up the nursery.
Jefferson talking to the baby everyday, especially every night before bed.
Grace would sneak out of her bedroom after you and Jefferson tucked her in for the night just to hug your baby bump and say “I didn’t get to say goodnight to sissy.”
Grace would draw you and Jefferson pictures and describe every single detail of it.
Jefferson wouldn’t mind the gender of the baby just as long as the baby is healthy.
Jefferson would have his hand on your baby bump at all times, especially when you two are cuddling and when you two are sleeping so he can be close to you.
Grace asking you and Jefferson where babies come from. You would giggle and look at Jefferson while he comes up with an appropriate way of telling his daughter where babies come from.
Grace wanting to take an ultrasound picture to school so she can show her friends her new baby brother or baby sister. She would tell them her little sibling is a girl without knowing it first, because she’s excited.
Jefferson being the gentleman he is would give you any kind of comfort like massages. For example, if you complain about your feet or back hurting, he’ll give you a massage.
You would feel a little insecure when your baby bump gets bigger. Jefferson would tell you how beautiful you are and the baby bump makes you even more beautiful.
Grace would shop for baby clothes with you and Jefferson. She would immediately go to the girl section of the baby clothes.
Over all, Jefferson would be excited and happy that he gets to do this all over again. Grace would be happy and excited too.
#jefferson#jefferson hatter#jefferson mad hatter#mad hatter#jefferson once upon a time#jefferson ouat#once upon a time#sebastian stan#sebby stan#seb stan#sebastian stan characters#jefferson x female reader#jefferson x pregnant!reader#jefferson x reader#jefferson x y/n#jefferson x you#jefferson fluff#jefferson one shot#jefferson imagine#jefferson headcanon#jefferson drabble#jefferson blurb
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So I'm convinced that young Captain Hook and Mad Hatter dated during their time at Merlin Academy.
Grew up, and years later, had Harry and his sisters.
#captain hook#james hook#james Bartholomew hook#jefferson ouat#mad hatter#alice in wonderland#peter pan#joshua colley#thomas doherty#sebastian stan#colin o'donoghue#killian jones#descendants rise of red#harry hook
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I See You Now (The Mad Hatter)
Summary: you finally catch sight of the monster living in the forest.
Warnings: none? slight flangst?
WC: 536?
A/N: i'm not confident that i like this, but whatever.
Read on ao3!
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The moon hung low, casting its pale light over the Enchanted Forest. Shadows stretched long across the clearing as you stepped cautiously through the underbrush, the weight of the silence pressing down on you. Rumors had brought you here—whispers of a mysterious figure who appeared only under the cover of darkness, his voice as soft and dangerous as the wind through the trees.
"Looking for someone?" a voice called from the shadows.
You froze, heart thundering in your chest. The voice was smooth, melodic, and cold as winter’s breath.
“Who’s there?” you demanded, clutching the hilt of your dagger.
A figure emerged, dressed in a black coat that swept the forest floor, his pale face framed by dark curls. His eyes, sharp and gleaming like shards of obsidian, locked onto yours. Jefferson. The Mad Hatter, some called him. But this Jefferson was unlike the man from the stories. His aura was different—darker, ancient.
"Not afraid, are you?" His lips curled into a smirk, revealing a glint of sharp, white teeth.
Your instincts screamed to run, but something in his gaze held you captive, as though he could see through every layer of your defenses. "That depends," you replied evenly. "What exactly are you?"
He stepped closer, his movements fluid and predatory. "Something you’ve never encountered before, though you’ve certainly dreamed of it."
"I don’t make a habit of dreaming about men who hide in shadows," you shot back, earning a low chuckle.
"I’ve been hiding for centuries," he said, his voice dipping into something more vulnerable. "Waiting. Searching."
“For what?”
His eyes softened, their dark intensity giving way to something almost tender. "For someone like you."
You frowned. "You don’t even know me."
He tilted his head. "No, but I’ve felt you. Across lifetimes, through the ache of eternity. Do you have any idea what it’s like to die a thousand years waiting for a moment like this?"
Your breath hitched. His words carried an inexplicable weight, as if they echoed from a place deeper than time itself.
"You’re lying," you whispered, though your conviction wavered.
"Am I?" He stepped closer, now just inches away. His hand rose, not to harm, but to brush a strand of hair from your face. The gesture was gentle, almost reverent.
Your dagger fell from your hand, landing in the dirt with a dull thud. "What do you want from me?"
"I want what I’ve always wanted," he murmured, his lips so close you could feel the chill of his breath. "To not be alone anymore. To have someone see me—not as a monster, but as a man."
His eyes searched yours, and for a fleeting moment, you glimpsed the centuries of pain and longing etched into his soul. Against all reason, you reached out, your hand trembling as it touched his face.
"Then show me," you said, your voice steady despite the storm raging inside you. "Show me who you really are."
A flash of surprise crossed his features, quickly replaced by a flicker of hope. And as the moonlight bathed the two of you in its silver glow, Jefferson leaned in, his forehead resting against yours.
For the first time in centuries, he felt alive.
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please, please reblog this!
#jefferson x reader#jefferson ouat x reader#sebstan x reader#sebastian stan x reader#the mad hatter x reader#once upon a time
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Happy 42nd Birthday Sebastian Stan!
August 13th 1982
#sebastian stan#bucky barnes#the winter soldier#carter baizen#gossip girl#jefferson the mad hatter#once upon a time#chris beck#the martian#t.j. hammond#political animals#jack benjamin#kings#queue
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Sebastian Stan as Jefferson (The Mad Hatter) in Once Upon A Time
#sebastian stan#once upon a time#jefferson#jefferson ouat#ouat#mad hatter#ouat jefferson#the mad hatter
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“I want you to have what you want.” “All I need is you papa!”
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I don't do that anymore
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Beauty Is Only Skin Deep
Pairing: Jefferson x female!reader
Summary: Jefferson's scar leads to both of you feeling insecure, so you show him what you and Grace see in him.
Word count: 1.9k
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI , nsfw , sex/smut, p in v sex , unprotected sex , body insecurity (scarring)
A/N 1 - This is one of two submissions for @mercurial-chuckles Smutber Fest. Thank you for extending the smut fest & apologies this is a few days late! Bit more fluff than smut 😅
A/N 2 - Prompts - Once again I asked a friend to pick up to five prompts for me... and of course I was given five yet again so two stories it is 🙈 The prompts this time are body worshipping , mirror sex and accidental 'I love you' during sex
A/N 3 - GIF from Google Do not Steal, Copy or Plagiarize any part of my work
You had been cursed before, living in a land for 28 years where time was frozen. Memories of your true self had been suppressed, replaced by new ones of your alternate life. While the curse had been broken, sometimes it felt difficult to tell what was real and what wasn’t. For example, the opulence of the house that you found yourself in. There weren’t homes like this in the Enchanted Forest unless it was one of the Royal Palaces. Or the devilishly handsome man before you. Your gaze roved over him, taking in his immaculate outfit. A grey patterned shirt matched beautifully with trousers of the same shade, the dark blue waistcoat and scarf adorning his neck provided a burst of colour while also highlighting the colour of his eyes. Never had you encountered such beauty in your land but here in Storybrooke it had found you. And the way this man made you feel with his whispers and touches couldn’t possibly be real.
“Hey”. Two warm fingers gently caught your chin and directed you into a hypnotic blue gaze. His brows were dipped in concern. “Are you all right?”
The touch centered you, your spinning mind slowing but still fuzzy. Courtesy of the drinks from the Rabbit Hole bar which tended to be on the strong side. Blushing, you smiled. “Sorry. I’m not always sure where dreams start and reality ends”.
His eyes crinkled as he chuckled indulgently. “I know something about that”. The hand on your chin moved to stroke your cheek. “Would it be bold to ask if you think I’m real? Or a dream?”
The question caught you off guard. You had been seeing Jefferson for a few months. The man was an enigma. But you could not answer him. You desired so much for your dreams to become reality, a reality where he loved you. But you were too afraid to tell him so. So instead of replying you leaned up and kissed him, continuing your original path to his bed before you had become distracted. Jefferson gently lowered you on the quilt, following without breaking the lip lock. One of your hands gently pulled his carefully disheveled hair while the other tugged at the front of his waistcoat.
With a gasp, Jefferson pulled away and began to reach for the illuminated lamp beside the bed. “Wait”. Your hand caught his arm. “Can… can we please leave the light on? I want to see you”.
Jefferson swallowed hard, his eyes suddenly wide with panic. “Why? Why would you want to see me? You know why I turn the light off”. His hand brushed along the scarf that covered most of his neck, hiding the shameful reminder of abandoning his daughter.
“Jefferson, you remove that scarf when we’re alone and the room is dark. But you’ll only become… intimate when I cannot see you”. Part of you understood why Jefferson wanted to hide his scar but another part couldn’t help feeling slightly insecure that he turned off the light to avoid seeing you. “I know how you feel about the scar. I know you never want Grace to know of it or see it. But do you remember what Doctor Hopper said?” You searched his face but he just stared back at you, unmoving. “You can only move on by embracing the consequences of your actions”. Jefferson shook his head in denial, gently removing your hand from his arm. He climbed off the bed and began to pace. “Grace understands what happened, she’s forgiven you-“
“She shouldn’t have. I abandoned her!” Jefferson yanked at his hair, the brown strands becoming unruly in his despair. Regina had cursed Jefferson to remember his true life in the Enchanted Forest while everyone else had alternate memories, including his daughter Grace. He had suffered all those years without her, keeping himself isolated. “Regina was right. If I truly loved Grace, I would have stayed with her. I should never have left!”
“You wanted to give her a better life. There’s not a parent I know who doesn’t want the best life for their child”. A flicker of annoyance rose as you replayed his answer. “Regina? Really, you’re taking the word of a woman who double crossed you multiple times, left you in Wonderland, cursed a whole realm for vengeance against Snow White and lied to her son, causing him to question his own sanity?��� You bit your tongue to stop from asking if he was crazy. He wasn’t, but like you sometimes his mind struggled to handle everything he had faced alone. Standing, you moved behind Jefferson and turned him to face the full length mirror standing opposite the bed.
“I want you to see what your daughter sees. The man who played in the Forest, had tea parties with her and took care of her. The one who she knows would fight to keep her safe. Her Papa who loves her so much that he wanted to give her a better life and watched over her for 28 long years. Jefferson… Grace loves you. She loves you and has forgiven you. Now forgive yourself”.
Tears streamed from Jefferson’s eyes. He took a deep shuddering breath before pulling you out from behind him. Tugging your body flush against his, your back to the mirror with your hands resting on his chest. “And what about you?”
His heart pounded under the material of his waistcoat. “I feel a heart that has endured so much pain but loves effortlessly”. Both of your hands cupped his cheeks, thumbs tenderly tracing over his deep blue eyes that darkened as he watched you. “I see beautiful eyes that have witnessed too much and yet continue to shine every day”. Standing on tiptoe, you watched one thumb trace the plump pillows on his face. His jaw dropped with a soft gasp. “I hear laughter from a tortured soul that smiles despite the darkest days”. Your hands began to slowly undo the buttons of his waistcoat. “Please Jefferson… I understand you wanting to hide the scar… but please… let me see you”. Once the waistcoat was undone, you moved to do the same to his shirt. Jefferson shrugged out of both, letting the material fall to the floor. Filled with awe, your fingers reverently began to glide along his torso. He trembled at the caress, his tortured anguish and fear being conquered by love and acceptance, something he’d never dared hope for. Your hands found his belt, deftly unbuckling it and undoing the button of his trousers. A warm vice grip suddenly stopped your progress. Looking up, you saw Jefferson had stopped crying. Audibly gulping, he guided you with shaking hands to undo the scarf. “No, Jefferson”. Your heart lurched as you tried to tug your hands away, but he held them tightly.
“Please”. His blue eyes sparkled with a combination of desire, fear and pain. “Please”. With the joint effort of your hands and his, the scarf was removed. Cautiously you leaned in to allow for Jefferson to stop you or pull away, but he never did. Your lips brushed over the red angry skin, and he whimpered. Worried, you pulled back but he held you tightly against his neck. “Please”. Butterfly kisses ghosted hesitantly along the scar, sounds of praise and adoration spilling from you. Soft whimpers became gasps as his chest heaved, his hands skimming restlessly up and down your back. “No. No more”. For a moment you panicked that you’d pushed too far until you realised his hands tugged desperately at your clothes. “Need you. Need you now” he rambled, sending fabric flying as he grabbed and squeezed your supple flesh.
Almost absently your hands began to wind into his chocolate curls as you caught his face and kissed him, tongues dueling. When you started to pull back Jefferson looked at you with confusion. “I want to see you” you whispered, praying that he could sense the longing in your body. Murmuring sounds of reassurance, you turned in his arms to meet the reflection in the mirror. Carefully you began guiding him to kneel on the thick carpet before leaning forward to rest on your elbows. Glancing up, your breath caught in your throat. Jefferson’s icy blue gaze burned with yearning, his reflection almost ethereal - strong, determined, beautiful. A whimper escaped you when his body heat enveloped you, his body weight almost forming an intimate cocoon, his hard silky flesh between your legs. Grinding against you, he soaked his cock in your arousal. “Jefferson…” He stilled at the sound of your pleading. Carefully, he guided the tip to your entrance and began to push into you. Your gazes never left each other but you struggled to keep your eyes open at the glorious sensation of being filled. Once buried inside you, he began to move with slow deliberate thrusts. Mewling, you met his movements while watching him. The only sounds filling the room were the slaps of flesh meeting and soft noises of pleasure. Jefferson watched in fascination as your body jiggled and bounced at his every thrust. Encouraging you to lean back against him, his eyes widened at the sight of his cock sliding in and out of you. “Beautiful” you murmured, head turning to press a kiss to his scar.
The world shifted as you found yourself empty before Jefferson pushed you flat to the ground and rolled you on your back before entering you again. His rhythm began to increase, his arms holding you tight against him. Mumbling tickled your ear. Jefferson was lost to his mind, but you knew the best thing was to let him come back in his own time. Instead you held him tighter. “It’s good, s’good… feels so good” he babbled, nuzzling into your neck. “Don’t stop… can’t stop… won’t stop”. He shifted slightly, his pelvic bone tapping against your clit. A coil began to build in your belly and you squeezed his length. At your whimper of his name he groaned loudly. “Please… need it. Need you” You wanted so badly to believe he was saying this sincerely, but you knew he was stuck in the depths of his mind. “Ohhh… love this. Love it. Love you”. Your brain froze and your heart stopped as your body shuddered, gently milking him into his orgasm.
Blinking dazedly, his blue eyes cleared and focused on you, worried as he observed your petrified state. When he realised what he had said, instead of denying it as you expected, he blushed slightly. “Not quite the romantic moment I had in mind…”
Blinking, you glanced up shyly at him. “Jefferson, is this real? Do you mean it?”
Head cocked, his dazzling smile restarted your heart. He reached up to the bed and pulled the quilt off, wrapping you both in the luxurious material. “Of course I do. Somewhere in all this madness, I fell for you. You make me feel loved. Wanted. Beautiful” he murmured the last word shyly.
“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder”. Nuzzling into his neck, you pressed a kiss to the scar before pressing kisses all over his face. “Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring”. Jefferson’s eyes shone brightly at your words. “I love you Jefferson. No matter any curses, madness or ridiculousness we may have to face, we’ll do it together”.
#jefferson mad hatter#jefferson ouat#jefferson x reader#indulge with chuckles#smutty september fest 2024#sebastian stan characters
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New Story Alert!
a twist of fate
Written by: @katiekinswrites + @if-you-onlyknew
SUMMARY: One fateful day, Jefferson's father, the Dark One's portal jumper, doesn't return from a job. Taken by force a week later, Jefferson learns that his father's captor and murderer is an evil sorcerer who is guardian to a young princess, Odette of Swan Lake, who has been kept prisoner in her own kingdom. Now a young portal jumper himself, Jefferson sneaks into the castle over the years to spend time with the trapped princess and to tell her of his wild adventures in lands she can only imagine, and to hope that one day she will agree to leave with him and escape her tormentor.
A story about a life built between two people that have nothing in common but love at first sight, a thirst for adventure, and the obstacles that attempt to keep them apart over time and across lands.
Enchanted Forest to Cursed!Storybrooke.
Read the story on AO3.
TAGLIST: @acabecca • @arrthurpendragon • @cas-verse • @cjand10 • @darkwolf76 • @darylandbethfanforever9 • @eddysocs • @jewishbarbies • @ocappreciationtag • @sassysophiabush • @scarletwidoww • @seb-soph • @starcrossedjedis • @thatmagickjuju
#fic: a twist of fate#jefferson mad hatter#oc: odette lake/delilah mason#jefferson ouat#Jefferson x ofc#ouat oc#ocappreciation#ocapp#sebastian stan#victoria pedretti
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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
#jefferson#jefferson mad hatter#jefferson hatter#jefferson once upon a time#jefferson ouat#mad hatter#once upon a time#ouat#sebastian stan#sebastian stan characters#jefferson x female reader#jefferson x wife!reader#jefferson x teacher!reader#jefferson x reader#jefferson x y/n#jefferson x you#jefferson smut#jefferson one shot#jefferson imagine
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}•{ Mr. Jefferson }•{
#mr jefferson#Jefferson#jefferson ouat#Mr Jefferson ouat#ouat#once upon a time#Mr Jefferson once upon a time#alice in wonderland#mad hatter#mad hatter edit#Jefferson ouat photo collage#photo collage#photo edit#ouat photo collage#once upon a time mad hatter#sebastian stan#Sebastian stan photo collage
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I Guess I'm in Love (Jefferson || The Mad Hatter Drabble)
Summary: jefferson and you sit back and talk about feelings
WC: 671
Warnings: None?
Requested: inspired by "I Guess I'm In Love" by Clinton Kane @girl-next-door-writes (sorry this took absolutely forever. I'd never heard the song before lol)
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The air was crisp, the kind of chill that made you pull your coat a little tighter around yourself. Jefferson sat across from you in the dimly lit room, his hands resting on his top hat. His gaze, ever so intense, flickered to the window where the world outside seemed miles away. But inside, the two of you and the unspoken tension always seemed to hang between you like a delicate thread.
You hadn’t meant for it to happen. Falling for him was the last thing on your mind when you first met. He was mysterious, closed off, and more than a little broken. But beneath the layers of pain and madness, you saw the man he tried to hide, the one who still cared deeply, especially for Grace, his daughter.
And now? Now you were sitting here, wondering if you’d fallen too far to pull yourself back.
Jefferson sighed, the sound soft but heavy with things he didn’t say. His eyes met yours, a flicker of something vulnerable dancing behind them. You weren’t sure what to say either. Did he feel it too? This pull, this undeniable connection that had taken root between the two of you?
I think I'm in love with you you thought to yourself, though you weren’t quite ready to speak the words aloud. I'm so madly in love over you.
He hadn’t exactly made things easy. Jefferson locked his emotions tight, building walls you could barely see over. But the moments when his guard slipped when he allowed himself to just be with you, those moments were everything. They were enough to make you hold on, enough to make you believe that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way.
As he glanced out the window again, you couldn’t help but watch him — the way his jaw tightened, how his fingers traced the brim of his hat absentmindedly, the way his entire body seemed to carry the weight of so much. But despite all of that, there were times when he looked at you, and the world felt lighter.
“Why are you staring at me?” he asked, his voice low and teasing, though there was a hint of curiosity beneath it.
You blinked, snapping out of your thoughts. “Just thinking.”
“About what?” His tone was casual, but his eyes, piercing as always, searched your face for something deeper.
You shrugged, biting your lip. “About how complicated everything is.”
He nodded slowly, leaning back in his chair as if weighing your words. “It always is.”
You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, louder than you would have liked. You were certain if he had been sitting any closer, he would have heard it, too. There was something you wanted to say, but the words seemed to lodge in your throat, stuck between hope and fear. Instead, you gave him a small smile, unsure how much you should reveal. And as Jefferson looked back at you, something in his expression softened.
“Y/N,” he started, the sound of your name on his lips making your heart skip a beat. “I’m not… good at this. But you… you make me want to be better.”
You blinked, taken aback by his sudden admission. It wasn’t exactly a declaration of love, but it was more than you had ever expected. And in Jefferson’s world, words like that carried a weight, a promise meaning.
Your chest tightened as you smiled at him, warmth spreading through you like a slow flame. “I don’t need you to be perfect, Jefferson. I just need you to be here.”
He studied you for a long moment before nodding, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I’m here.”
And in that moment, it was enough. Maybe love wasn’t about grand gestures or perfect moments. Maybe it was about being there for each other, even when things were messy and complicated.
And as Jefferson leaned forward, closing the distance between you, you realized that maybe you were both falling — slowly but together.
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Please remember to reblog this, i haven't been feeling confident in my writing lately and the lack of reblogs on my other more recent works has been downing me.
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