#reader x jefferson the mad hatter

[caplanbuckybarnes]

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.

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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!

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

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.

[swanimagines]

PRICE OF LOVE | JEFFERSON

Summary: Imagine being Jefferson's wife and working in a little tea shop in Storybrooke during the curse that Jefferson visits every day because he wants to see you.

There you were again. Smiling at customers, making small talk and looking as beautiful as ever. Jefferson swallowed, before forcing a small smile on his face and walked to the counter. You turned around to see him and your smile just grew wider.

"Hi Mr. Jefferson! Your usual?"

Jefferson nodded. "Yes please."

You turned around again to brew his tea, and just like yesterday, and the day before that, and that, and that, he felt a sting in his heart. You had been in love back in the Enchanted Forest, you were his wife, but now you didn't even remember him. The pain was unbearable. He wanted to say something, anything which could make you remember, but nothing came out of his mouth. Anything he would say would just push you away because you'd think he's gone bonkers. Mad as a hatter. So all he could do was stare into your beautiful eyes and think about how much he loved you, how trapped he was with all the memories of you, him and Grace, living happily in the Enchanted Forest. How you'd always come by his bed to serve him his morning tea and you'd always kiss him before he'd take the cup. Your smile made his day before he even got out of the bed, you had been so happy.

"Here's your tea," you snapped him out of his thoughts as you pushed a cup in front of him. "That makes-"

Jefferson nodded before you even finished, forcing a smile on his face again and handed you fifty dollars. "You don't have to say the price, I will always tip my favorite tea shop keeper who makes the best tea."

"You're always so kind, Mr. Jefferson," you said with another small smile and put the money into the counter. "I don't know what did I do to deserve such kindness."

He smiled at you a little wider. "You have done nothing in particular, really. Just being yourself."

You smiled at that, looking downwards, clearly flustered by his words. Then the bell rang as the door opened, and Jefferson glanced over his shoulder, seeing Regina and his smile immediately faltered. She came inside and stood beside him, smiling at you with feigned sweetness.

"I'd like some tea on the go," she said and you nodded.

"Of course, Madam Mayor. What kind of tea would you like?" you asked, gesturing towards the menu above you.

"A large chai latte," Regina told you without even looking at the menu. "And make sure it's extra hot."

"Of course," you said and made her drink, pushing it towards her. "That makes two fifty."

Regina dug her purse for a moment before giving you a few coins. Then she turned towards Jefferson. "You, with me."

Jefferson clenched his jaw, but complied, following Regina out. They walked for a little bit, before he scoffed.

"I didn't know you like chai latte, Mrs. Mayor. Pitch black tea fits more of your style."

"And I didn't know I gave you a permission to seduce her," Regina sighed. "She has a new life now, Jefferson. You have to stay out of it, or something bad might happen."

Jefferson didn't reply to that, knowing that arguing about it wouldn't change anything. He just kept quiet and followed Regina until he could turn towards his mansion. But despite Regina's warning, he knew that he'd be in your shop again tomorrow. He just had to see you, he had to see you smile, to know you're alright. He wanted to keep making you smile with his words - maybe you'd even fall in love with him again. 

He knew it all was wishful thinking, but he couldn't help but feel hopeful about it every time he saw you. Maybe it was stupid, but it kept him sane around this madness…

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[soelstress]

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”.

[ghostlyfleur]

♡ mad hatter!bucky falling for the red queen’s maid

[jeffersonhatterr]

“I want you to have what you want.” “All I need is you papa!”

[3wwo-guys]

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲~ (Jefferson Hatter x Cheshire cat reader)

✂︎ Word count: 2.4K

✂︎ Summary: Jefferson, obsessed with getting back what he once had. Decides to kidnap Emma to see if she can make a hat that he once used. However, this time he has a friend - maybe lover - help with his endeavour. Jefferson (Mad) Hatter x Cheshire cat accomplice reader.

✂︎ Warning: Kidnapping, drugging, fighting, weapons, swearing.

A/N: Woah... My first fanfic...

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 :)

"Do you really think she can do it?" You ask, staring at the cerulean blue of his eyes. Seemingly burrowing into your very soul, you look away, though not escaping his gaze. After he doesn't respond, the silence gives you your answer. He circles you, as if a predator stalking his prey. "Isn't intimidating prey my thing?" you chuckle, your lips spreading into a Cheshire-like grin, showing the very core of your soul. He smirks, chuckling, the low sound resonating in his throat would make your tail wag. Well...If you still had one. He walks around the house - somewhat preparing. You follow not far behind, tracing his every step, your eyes trained on his form.

However, soon, you stop. Rushed footsteps echo in the mostly silent forest outside, a new, unfamiliar scent flooding your nose. Your ears perk at the sound of laboured breaths and pants. A familiar playful grin dances onto your lips. Jefferson turns to face your defensive form, your yellow eyes trained on something outside. "Something out there?" He can visibly see there hair on the back of your neck stand up. "Someone." You say back, now cold and unwavering your eyes not looking away from the being outside. His arms snake around your waist, his chin now resting on the top of your head. He lowers his mouth to your ear nicking it slightly, smelling your hair. He takes a long, deep breath in, savouring you. You can feel him smirk against your ear. "Fetch"

Time skip

Mary struggles in her restraints, writhing violently, trying to hoist the chair over. Jefferson (tired of her disobedience) grips her roughly, attempting to stop her meltdown. You sit at his feet in a squat with one hand resting on the floor, your head laying on his leg. He pushes her back, his gaze now falling to you. A sigh tumbles from his lips. "Kitty. I think this one needs some special treatment. Don't you?" Standing now, you face Mary, your eyes bore into hers. The vivid colours swirl in your eyes, blues, pinks, purples and greens. It's mesmerising...

Hypnotising.

"Go to sleep..." Your voice floats in the air, soft like a satin ribbon. Her eyes flutter shut, her body still and lax. Yawn. Soft cracks echo in the room as you do a few cat stretches to soothe your aching bones. Jefferson's hand strokes under your chin, your body instinctively moving closer to relish in the warmth of his body. "Good kitten, good girl." A meow or purr rips itself from your throat, causing a soft vibration on his hand. Mischievous eyes grace his.

Time skip, The Hat Room

You lay lazily on the table, your head resting on your folded forearms, near his busy hands. He stills, setting down his tools. "I think it's time..." He stands, grabbing his coat from an adjacent chair, you reach for his scarf, tying it neatly around his neck. There are a few beats of silence but he soon breaks it. "Get changed wear something...presentable." He commands, you hop off the table, stretching. He pets your head. "Why can't I wear what I'm in now?" You playfully shine a bright smile at him, highlighting your sharper, elongated canines. He looks down at your outfit, his iconic smirk flashing across his face, your outfit being pyjama pants and a random t-shirt you found. He laughs, his nose scrunches and his eyes squeeze shut.

It's the most beautiful thing you will ever, have ever, seen."I'll be back in what? 10 minutes." He walks into the main room, adjusting himself as he gets ready to leave. He turns to you his face stern. "Get changed." He then walks out of the door, raising a hand as a wave not bothering to spare you a glance. As soon as he leaves, you retreat to your bedroom, getting changed into something more presentable. However, it seems that Jefferson had already thought ahead as new clothes were already laid out on the bed: A corset (matching pattern as Jefferson's), a black dress shirt with tiered sleeves, a studded belt, a black bowtie (again with the same pattern), black dress pants and black stilettos. 'Thank God' You thought as you didn't know what to wear. You dress very casually around the house not caring about how you look, your confidence normally overshadows that.

Time skip

You watch as a yellow buggy, parks outside the large mansion, Jefferson steps out of the car, dragging his foot behind him seemingly limping. However, you can see through his thin facade. The blonde behind him, the one you assume is Emma, seems fascinated by the large house. Eventually, they make their way inside. Jefferson leads her to the living room and then leaves her to join you in the kitchen. You sit on a countertop, watching, waiting, though mostly enjoying some snacks. Jefferson walks in while you prepare the tea. "So... she suspect anything?" You question as he starts getting something ready, you grab the whistling kettle and place it on the silver tray, nestling three cups with it. "She's looking for a dog" He states, his voice laced with amusement, you catch one and reply with a "The one upstairs?". He looks at you, grinning. Then, he leans over your shoulder, slipping something into the teapot. His face turns towards you, a cheeky smile painted on his lips. Leaning in, you connect your lips briefly, very briefly. 'meow' Eventually, he leaves, telling you to bring the tea in 5 minutes, on the dot.

Show time!

You walk in to see Jefferson and Emma talking, the two of them a few metres away, giving Emma some sense of (faux) security. She looks at you - surprised - as if she wasn't expecting to see another person. "What something on my face?" She blankly stares at you, mouth agape. Now, you set the tray down on the table - pouring the cups of tea - handing one to Jefferson. "Thought you might want to warm up for your search. It's cold out there." She seems stiff, tense, and on edge and you suppose you can guess why. "That is kind of you, but I think I should get back to it." Emma says, you watch as Jefferson hands his cup to Emma. Now, you reach for your cup, going in for a slip before Jefferson gently pushes it away from your lips - it's a warning. Slowly, you approach the sofa sitting on the back edge instead of the actual cushions. "I know. That's why I brought this." Jefferson, reaches into one of his pockets, taking out a map of the forest. He must have retrieved it when he went to check on you. "I'm a bit of an amateur cartographer. Mapping the area is a hobby. Maybe this will help you track down your dog." While Jefferson speaks Emma takes long sips of her tea, unlike yours as it sits long forgotten on the table. The map is spread on the grand piano. Emma lets slip a small 'wow', She approaches the map. "What's it's name?" The two others look at you. "The dog." You clarify. You can see the panic in her eyes and you look at her skeptically. She seems hesitant before she says "Spot", a fake, plastic smile is plastered on her face. "Cute" chuckles Jefferson as he turns to face you, his eyes never really leaving Emma. Her fingers run along the map, tracing a bond line. "Well, Route 6 runs the boundary of the forest, so..." There's a break in her sentence as she sips the tainted tea, you can see a mist cascade over her eyes and mind. "So if I just follow that I should... be able to..." Her speech slurs, into a mess of incoherent words. "Something wrong?" You ask unable to hide the amusement in your voice, however, it doesn't seem like Emma really noticed anyway. "I'm just, uh, feeling a little..." She doesn't finish the sentence before she falls back into Jefferson, he hoists her up, wrapping his arms around her middle. Green envy seeps into your skin as you watch the two. "Oh. Let me help you." He motions for you to get off the sofa, and you begrudgingly get up from your comfortable spot. "Dizzy" Emma's words are lost in between her heavy pants. "Let's just lie you down here." Jefferson 'lays' her down on the sofa, though it's more like he dropped her. "There you go. Let me get you some air." He continues, walking off, his limp now seemingly healed suddenly. You walk over to Emma, propping her head up with a pillow, though that seemed to be the downfall of your 'act'. "Your limp..." she looks past you, Jefferson suddenly stops his strides. An iconic sinister smirk creeps onto his face, it sends a - pleasurable? - shiver through your body, goosebumps rising all over your skin. "Oh. That." He walks back towards you, looking down at you and Emma. Emma on the sofa and you on your knees just in front. "I guess you caught me." The teacup Emma previously held dropped to the floor, you clasp it and set it neatly on the table. "Who are you?" She looks between you both, your hand pushing some hair behind her ear. Though neither of you get to answer before she passes out.

"You drugged the tea? that's so basic." You state, standing up. He feigns hurt as he glares at you, once again he strokes under your chin and another purr resonates from within. He chuckles as you become limp and slouche into him, though not because of the tea. Your eyes roll back "Meow"s slip from your loose lip, and when you realise what you're doing you quickly push him back, panting. "That was mean" You say annoyed, though it doesn't look very believable since your cheeks were practically as red as tomatoes, you lightly punch his shoulder.

Time skip

You rest in the corner of a room, Jefferson standing in the middle, sharpening a large pair of gleaming scissors. A few miscellaneous pillows, blankets and t-shirts lay under you, you're curled in the very centre. Watching. Low huffs erupt from your chest as you lay there bored, Jefferson giving you no attention at all. 'I'm going to die if he doesn't give me attention' you thought as you dramatically pressed your hand against your forehead. 'No, I'm not' You say again in your mind. Standing up, you make your way to Jefferson, nuzzling his neck and wrapping your arms around his body. Attempting to savour as much of him as you can, his smell seemingly intoxicating you. So much that you don't catch Emma leaving her room. Well, that is until you hear the creak of the floorboards, your head immediately snapping towards the sound. Jefferson's head follows but much slower.

Time skip

You watch as Emma and Mary leave the room Mary was previously held in, the pair stopping in their tracks once they hear the cocking of a gun. Their eyes are as wide as a deer in headlights. "I see you found 'Spot'!" This was your cue, quickly you pry Mary from Emma's grip, resting a knife against her jugular. Mary squeals, thrashing in your grip, pointlessly wasting energy. "I've already called for backup, they'll be here any second," Emma says hesitantly, Jefferson darkly laughs, motioning his gun towards you. Emma now makes eye contact with you, agonisingly waiting for you to make a move. "You called back up huh..." Your words seep with sarcasm, you reach for something in your pocket, a smooth cold material gracing your fingers. You pull out a black walkie-talkie. "Oh.. No. You didn't" You feign sympathy and throw Mary into Emma, both having to move backwards to avoid falling over. "Now tie her back up." This time Jefferson's voice is stern and unwavering, 'cold' some could put it.

He grabs Emma, leading her somewhere, you follow with no hesitation however this time Jefferson stops you. "Make sure, she doesn't escape-" "But!-" "You can check on us, just make sure that she stays in that room." He points back to where Mary is imprisoned, sadness or jealousy shines deep within your eyes at the thought of them being alone. Together. It seems like he could sense it as he leans over to place a small kiss on your forehead. The horrified look of disgust - or something else you couldn't see - flashed upon Emma's face. I made you wanna laugh out loud but with that, Jefferson left.

Check-in

You push open the door to the 'Hat Room' many shelves are lined with copious amounts of hats. Obvious to the name. Emma turns to you, watching as you close the door - her only escape route - it seems you had accidentally intruded in the middle of a conversation. "And them.. the feline actions, the tea... their grin. You think you're the Cheshire cat." The look in her eyes is pure astonishment - not the good kind though. "I am the Cheshire Cat." Before you can continue with the conversation, you're cut short. Thrashing is heard from upstairs, loud banging, etc. You spare Jefferson a simple look as you leave, your eyes meeting, his softening. "Good luck", and with that you ascend back up the stairs.

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You raise a gun to Emma, pressing the barrel into the bottom of her skull. "Where the fuck is Jefferson?" She doesn't answer back, instead, she sweeps your legs, knocking off your feet. Suddenly, you're the one with a gun to your head. "Emma, look out!" Jefferson runs into the room and tackles Emma, knocking her into Mary, who currently is still in the chair, now all of you are on the floor. A struggle ensues. Emma tries to get to the gun, however, you run up and grab it before Emma could get her hands on it. Somehow during the struggle, Jefferson had managed to loosen the scarf enough, that it had fallen off. You toss Jefferson the gun, he cocks it and points it at Emma. You reach for his hat, making your way towards him, placing it snugly on his head. He smiles, the flame of madness raging vividly in his eyes, he pulls you into him, an arm snuggly around your waist. "Off with his head." He chuckles darkly, Mary picks up a croquet mallet and strikes Jefferson with it, then without warning she kicks you, sending you both tumbling out the window.

A/N: How do I end this?

[countrymusiclover]

9 - A Man Named Jefferson

Princess Red Thief

Part 10

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Blinking my eyes a couple of times I groaned trying to wake up. Slowly glancing around the room I saw I was in the back room of the pawnshop. Shifting my body up further on the old cot I heard the wooden floor creak under someone's feet. "Eve! You're awake."

"Henry. What are you doing here?" Rubbing my eyes to wake myself up more I saw the ten year old boy enter the room.

He answered me. "I heard you being locked up in the hospital until Mr. Gold bailed you out."

"Yeah. Where is Mr. Gold exactly?" I questioned the kid.

Henry came over to my bedside reaching inside his backpack. "He's out with Regina for some reason. So we don't have much time to talk with somebody you need to meet."

"Henrh, I just woke up. I am not really in the mood to meet someone right now." I sat upright holding a hand to my forehead struggling to push away some pain that must have been caused from all the drugs they pushed into my system.

He held open his storybook to a certain page. "But what if I told you there's someone else in this town that has been seeing things just like you."

"And that person in your book would be?" I trailed off scanning my eyes over the book pages seeing a man surrounded with over a dozen hats.

Henry taped a finger on the image. "The Mad Hatter. He goes by Jefferson here."

"Henry...I. You need to leave before he gets back. He doesn't care for unwanted visitors inside his shop." I warned the ten year old.

He didn't back down, shoving his book back inside the bag. He holds out his hands waiting for me to put my hand in his and follow him willingly like I normally did before I was locked away. "Please Eve. You'll start to believe me once you talk with him. I swear."

"Fine, kid. But this doesn't mean I believe you." I put my hands in his getting to my feet and together we slipped outside of the pawnshop in search of where this Jefferson man lived. "Henry, why do you think I will believe before Emma?"

He kept walking, sending me a half smile. "Because you follow your heart more than what your mind tells you." I parted my lips considering what he was saying to me in the moment.

The double doors shut behind me with two guards shutting them. I had decided to keep living in my parents castle which wasn't too far from the Charming castle. My short brown boots clicked against the stone floor until I stood at the edge of the round table to meet Snow. "Everly. I was hoping I'd see you."

"My parents aren't worried about me. Honestly they trust me when it comes to helping y'all with your kingdom. You're glowing by the way." I sent her a smile pulling out one of the chairs near hers.

She was sitting down in one of the head chairs, leaning her elbows on the table. "Thank you, Eve. Your letter said that you wanted to talk with me about something."

"Indeed I do wish to. I've been having certain feelings lately and since we are friends I was hoping we could talk about them." I twiddled my thumbs together on the table.

Snow asked sweetly. "Of course. Is this about a guy?"

"Is it that obvious?"

She nods, chuckling. "I'm sorry to say yes. Besides it's not like I don't remember you saying you always had teaching lessons to return to."

"Oh geeesss." Covering my face with my hands I was blushing like a red tomato.

Snow clasped her hands together. "So who is the stranger you are getting lessons from?"

"It's magic lessons. The man I'm getting taught by is named Rumplestilskin." Heavy silence fell across the large room with an intense feeling falling between the two of us. Everyone in the land generally knew his name and what kind of magic he dabbled in.

"Everly, he...he uses dark magic."

"I know that." I said back. "But I am needing his help to teach me how to control the power that I was born with. Neither of my parents have magic, yet I somehow got it."

"You have feelings for him, don't you. Why else would you be defending the teachings he is showing you." Snow put the pieces together with a smirk on her lips.

"Maybe I do. What do I do about it?" I asked the other princess in the room.

The former bandit princess got up from her chair and I rose to my feet standing up in front of her. "In my experience you just have to follow whatever your heart tells you."

"Even when the person you care about might not feel the same." I knitted my brows at her, wrapping my father’s red cloak tightly around my body.

Snow takes my hands in hers showing me the wedding ring from her Prince Charming. "That's a risk that we each have to take when we love someone. Never stop following your heart, Everly."

"Henry, are you sure we're not breaking and entering? It doesn't even look like he's here. Emma is the sheriff now and I wish to not be placed inside a prison cell anytime soon." Looking around at the area outside the mansion front door. He had pulled out some set of keys he had taken from his mother's office that could open any door.

He pushed one of the keys in the hole and it unlocked with the door swinging open. "We'll be fine. He believes everything about my book. Now come on. Jefferson!" Henrik walks into the house and I follow after him seeing that it was almost pitch black inside giving the creepy loner type guy vibes to me.

"Henry. Henry, wait we can't just - mmm!" I grunted my fighting instincts kicking in when one hand wrapped around my waist and the other hand clasped over my mouth before the front door slammed shut behind me.

A man's voice growled in my ear. "Did anyone follow you?"

"No." I mumbled the best reply I could trying to remove the stranger's hand.

The man removed his hands from my body, spinning me around to face him. "So you're the famous Red Thief who falls in love with the Dark One."

"You've read the story too." I made a confused expression.

The guy named Jefferson responded. "It's more than just a story and his storybook is more than just a book."

"It can't be more than a book. None of those stores are real. I know they are simply just stories." I shake my head thinking back on why I got put in the mental hospital in the first place.

Henry spoke up behind me heading down the hallway. "She's a little slow, Jefferson. That's why I brought her to you. So she'll wake up like you have." Jefferson grabs a hold of my arm dragging me after the young boy until we entered a room filled with hats that all matched the familiar hat the Mad Hatter would have worn.

"You've obviously got an obsession with Alice in Wonderland."

"He's the Mad Hatter, Eve." Henry declares sitting the book on the table, opening it to the page he had shown me back in the shop.

Jefferson pushed me down in the chair with the book laying in front of my face. He flipped through some pages stopping at one photo that showed Rumplestilskin holding up a ring. The woman who wore a red cloak that looked like the one I owned stood in front of him. "Look at the picture and tell me if you recognize anything."

"Jefferson, Henry has already tried this with me once before. It didn't work then, it won't work now." Shifting around in the chair I eyed the man.

Jefferson rounded the table to be on the other side grabbing my chin in between his thumb and index finger so I'd look him in the eye. "Use your power and look into my mind. Then you'll see what I'm saying is the only truth you need to believe."

"Look into your mind. That's not possible."

Jefferson declared not backing down. "You have to open your mind, Red Thief."

"You're losing your mind, Jefferson." Pushing myself away from him he let go of my chin. Stomping towards the doorway about to leave I halted in my tracks grabbing a hold of the doorway when he spoke up about my past.

"You couldn't pay your rent when you first came here. So you made a deal with Mr. Gold. Take my ring and I'll work for you, you said."

Glancing out the corner of my eye I asked. "How do you know about that? He swore he'd never say anything."

"Because it's almost the exact same deal you made with Rumplestilskin after he agreed to teach you magic. You are Princess Everly, daughter of Abigail and Fredrick." Henry stands by the edge of the table.

Shutting my eyes I pushed back the desire to believe them. I couldn't be a princess. I couldn't have magic and the town couldn't all be cursed. Otherwise I belonged back in the mental hospital. "Henry, I'm sorry but all your saying is nonsense."

"It won't all be nonsense once you look for the necklace inside his suit jacket and...." Jefferson trailed off in thought.

Turning around in my boots I dared to ask the question. "And what Jefferson?"

"And you'll believe us when you find the ring in his possession." The man who truly thought he was the Mad Hatter answered my question, sitting one of his hats on top of his head smiling wickedly at me. Henry remained silent and simply nodded in agreement. "As close to his heart as it could possibly be."

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[j2d3]

Mr. Loverman | Jefferson/Mad hatter x reader | pt 3

Picture this since before the curse you and Jefferson have been best friends, your character is the chesiare cat but a witch version ( NOT A FURY 💀) . This is staged during season one during the time of the curse, your memory is erased but he still remembers you. ( Also Jefferson doesn’t have a daughter in this!!!)

There was something missing inside of me, I feel like a big part of me is missing. When I met that man it was like something changed, like he woke up a part of me.

I slip out of bed and put on a short black and gray striped dress, with black short sleeves, black ruffles in the end. I pair my dress with converse and black see through thigh highs, I feel so free dressing like this, it’s weird really but so comfortable.

I figured that the man seems to have the answers that I want so maybe I could get in contact with him, I know that Emma and Mary Margret may not like this idea but hey who says I’m telling them about it.

I walk out my home onto the sidewalks preparing for the long walk I’m about to take. What if he’s actually fucked up in the head? What if the minute he sees me he’ll shot me dead? No that won’t happen I know it, there’s something different about him than the rest of these people in this town.

I stand in front of the white big house, taking a big breath before walking to the door. I knock on the door two times, slowly but firmly.

“Hello Jefferson, are you home?!? I wanna talk to you! I’m sorry I hit you with a vase it slipped out of my hand, well it didn’t but I had to protect my friend. Look I promise my friends aren’t here, I’m completely alone.” I look down at my shoes nervously, what if he’s not home? I look up to knock again but as soon as I lift my fist to the door it opens.

I stand there frozen for a few seconds, looking at the man in front of me. To my surprise he doesn’t seem mad at all, he seems relieved, maybe a bit joyful.

“Hi..” Is all my mouth can manage to say, his eye contact is a bit intimidating in a way.

“Hi.” A smile escapes his mouth, along with a small chuckle. I don’t know why but I feel a little comforted right now, like I’ve been in this moment before.

“So you wanna talk? I suppose about what me and Emma were talking about, is that correct?”

“Yea, that’s correct.”

“Come in then.” He hands out his hand in a welcoming gesture, I stand there a bit scared. What if he tries to kidnap me again?

“I won’t do anything to you, I promise.” He leans into me, still holding out his hand. I take it, giving him a slight smirk. I walk in hand with his as he leads me to the couch, our hands separate when we sit down together.

“Believe it or not we were put under a curse, a curse by the evil queen. Snow White had given birth the same day the curse happened, Emma is that baby. She’s supposed to be a savior, she’s supposed to save us.” I process what was told to me, I feel like it would be kind of selfish of me to ask what character I was but I went ahead any way.

Time skip•

After some time talking with Jefferson I had figured out more. Regina is the Evil Queen, Emma is Snow White and Prince Charming’s daughter, and Jefferson’s hat teleports him to a lot of portals such as Wonderland, Oz, and another land I can’t quite remember.

“If we were all characters before the curse who was I? We’re you really the mad hatter?” I guess I really let curiously get the best of me, Iean more closer to him with curiosity as he reads me.

“You were….the chesiare cat, and I was the mad hatter.” I hold on to the thought that I was a cat, if the curse ends will I become a cat. What does that mean. I tilt my head in confusion, mouthing the word “huh”. He laughs at me in response, while I tilt my head back to normal.

“Chesiare cat? Does that mean I’m a cat? Well I turn into a cat when the curse ends? What does that mean?” Jefferson breaks into a fit of laughter for a few seconds, I suppose my curiosity amuses him.

“No actually you were a witch, a witch that could transform into a cat whenever she wanted, teleport wherever she wanted. You know you were quite powerful in a way…” Jefferson zones out as if he’s remembering something, theres something more he knows about he just is not saying it I know it.

“Oh, a witch that seems cool!”

“It is, you know if you want to know about your story you can ask Henry about. He has a storybook about all our lives before the curse, who we were.”

“Did you not know me that well before the curse? So you don’t know me that much?” I observe every emotion he displays on his face, as if I’m trying to catch a mouse but really I’m trying to catch the truth.

“Yea, I guess you could say that.” He turns his head to the fireplace in front of us. The empty, cold,withered fireplace. There it is, there is that slip of emotion. I don’t want to make assumptions but I have feeling we were close, or friends at least.

“Well ok, I guess I’ll make my way out, to ask Henry about my story.” I get up and walk towards the door, feeling his eyes burn through me.

“Leaving so soon?”

“Well yea, I got the answers I needed and now I’m looking for a new answer which you don’t have since we weren’t that close... Hope to talk to you soon!” I emphasize on the close part looking him in the eyes before smiling and leaving out the door. A part of me feels sorry for Jefferson, but I plan to help Jefferson get Emma to break the curse so we all can be saved.

Time skip •

I walk over to the Park Henry usually hangs out at, spotting the little boy and his big book of “stories”.

“Hi Henry, can I read my story in that book of yours if you don’t mind?” Henry looks up surprised, I think he was surprised that I would want to know my story.

“Well of course Chesiare cat! I’m glad you asked!” Henry opens up the book to page 33, “The Chesiare cat”

[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:)

[silentstyx]

ok so all of you fake?

i told you to send OUAT reqs and you didn't....

anyways. now y'all get to vote who and ill js come up with my own plot. (im hyperfixating on it and i need something to do other than character ai)

theres also some non-ouat characters

with the after the curse yall can dm/comment/inbox which would be best as her role. whether a daughter, fairytale character, partner, sibling, etc.

[caplanbuckybarnes]

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)

Want to be tagged in future drabbles?

Read on Ao3!

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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.

[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.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[mrshiraethsworld]

DOOR IN THE HEDGE ━ once upon a time ✧

Princess Edeline of Gardenia was used to chaos. She thrived off the unknown and found solace in its fractured embrace. Since she was a young girl, darkness was all she knew, dancing night after night among strangers. She and her twelve sisters owed a debt to a being more powerful than they could have ever imagined. Every night they tried to escape, and every night they failed. They were trapped in an endless loop, searching for a way out and finding none until the portal hopper arrived. Jefferson Hatter of the Enchanted Forest was no stranger to mischief. The mischief led him to his first love and eventually to the birth of his daughter. However, he felt a void where his heart used to be. Every beat felt like a needle being pressed into a sore wound that would never heal. He wanted to provide for his only child and found that opportunity in another realm where slippers were always worn down. Jefferson and Edeline were each other's salvation and each other's doom. The Evil Queen's curse only tore into a story that was just beginning to blossom, leaving many people trapped in a land where happy endings seemed impossible. Edeline, now Davina, was unaware of her fate to dance once more as she practiced her steps daily in her dance studio. Jefferson could only look on desperation, knowing too much and yet not knowing enough to find a way to break the curse. Fairytales never end with 'Happily Ever After' ...

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Started: February 18th, 2024 Updated: February 18th, 2024

All my writings for Jefferson (Mad Hatter) - Once Upon a Time

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Mr. Loverman | Jefferson/Mad hatter x reader | pt 2

Picture this since before the curse you and Jefferson have been best friends, your character is the chesiare cat but a witch version ( NOT A FURY 💀) . This is staged during season one during the time of the curse, your memory is erased but he still remembers you. ( Also Jefferson doesn’t have a daughter in this!!!)

I wake up in the same room I fell asleep in, my mouth isn’t covered, my hands aren’t tied and neither are my legs. Though at the same time Jefferson’s arms are wrapped around me tight.

“Did you have a nice nap?”

“What did you do to Emma?” I would struggle to get out of his arms but I should know the type of man he is first.

“Don’t worry about Y/n, she’s perfectly fine.” I look up to his gaze, still stuck in his arms. It’s almost as if I’ve been in his arms before.

“Oh well you look at that, I have to check up on Emma! Catch you later Y/n.” Just as I’m about to question what he’s going to do to me as he leaves, he grabs a rope to tie my hand to something.

“Don’t try anything.” He jumps up and leaves the room a little joyful. I at least thought he was going to be smarter than that, I managed to do a trick a learned- well I actually I don’t quite remember where I learned this trick I just know that it helps me get my hands out of being tied.

I slip my hands out of the rope, carefully not trying to get rope burn. While making sure to be as quiet as possible, my eyes wander around to see if there are any possible weapons I could use in this room. There, there it is. I reach to grab a vase, holding it in my hand as if it’s lethal.

I slowly and quietly make my way out the room, taking observations as I walk out to the hallway. I could hear faint talking in a distance, of whom I could I assume is Jefferson and Emma. I walk towards the room where I hear the talking, I know it’s not the smartest move but I’m hiding near the door behind the wall so he can’t see me. I’m planning when he walks out the room I’ll hit him with this vase, quickly pick up a broken vase shard and run to save Emma.

For now I just eavesdrop, listening on what Jefferson and Emma are saying.

“I know what you refuse to acknowledge Emma, you could save us all you know but you need to open your eyes first.”

“What are you talking about?!?? Your crazy, your a psycho!” Emma yells in distress.

“I want you to make a hat Emma, with your magic.” Okay now this guy sounds crazy, I scoff but not too loud.

“A hat…the hats, the tea, your psychotic behavior. You think your the mad hatter ?” Emma says in disbelief, I don’t know why but the mad hatter sounds so familiar to me, like I’ve met them before.

“My names Jefferson.” He says so calmly, like he has so much patience.

“Okay you’ve clearly glommed on to my kid’s Henry’s thing. There just stories, the mad hatter is in Alice in wonderland. A book, a book I actually read.” It surprises me really, what is the Alice in Wonderland book? who is the mad hatter?

“Stories…stories, I’m not a character you see. I’m real with a name. And right now your the only one that can saves us, you just need to believe in it, believe in magic. You and your friend Mary Margret are not leaving here till you make my hat, make it work!” Why didn’t he say I could leave too? What does Emma have to save?

A few minutes pass by of listening to their conversation, I hear Emma soon get to action by hitting Jefferson with something I can’t quite put my finger on. I run in the room with a vase in my hand, Jefferson surprised to see me while trying to recover.

“Come on Y/n, let’s go!” We run out hand in hand, looking for a room Mary Margret may be in. Finally we find her, tied to a chair, with duct tape on her mouth. Emma unties her arms while I untie her legs, Mary Margret rises out from the chair taking of the duct tape from her mouth.

Jefferson comes in the room and runs to Emma, pulling her hair till Emma punches him. I run with a vase in my hand hitting him with it, grabbing Emma to protect her. He then grabs the gun that he dropped and points it at Emma, I could only look at him not knowing what to do.

There’s a look in his eyes that makes me doubt what I did deep down inside me, doubt hurting him. I don’t know why but it just did, his eyes burn in mine for second before returning his eyes to Emma. Putting on a hat, before smiling. There’s a scar on his neck as where his scarf used to be.

“Off with his head.” Jefferson madly says, grinning wide. Unaware that Mary Margret has picked up a hammer, she creeps up behind him hitting him with it causing his back to turn on the window. She then precedes to kick him out the window, which was very badass.

“You okay?” She turns to ask Emma, breathing heavily.

“Yea” Emma responds and all three of us head to the window, to see where he landed I guess. We all stick our heads out the window, looking at the floor. And to our surprise he wasn’t there, I mean his hat was there and broken shards of glass but not him.

“Well that’s weird, where could he have gone?” Emma says what we’re all thinking before we all look at each other in confusion.

“Let’s just go, I think we’ve had enough.” I said after a few minutes, breaking the silence.

On the drive back to town center I can’t seem to be at ease, there’s something about him I just can’t put my finger on it. He acted different towards me then he did Emma and Mary Margret, but it’s not just that. Does he think we’re all characters? There’s so many things I’m confused about but there’s one thing I’m not, I know I will be seeing him again.