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sergeantbarnessdoll · 4 hours
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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!!🔞
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“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
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buckyyyismahhlife · 6 months
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Who needs depression when you have [fictional character]. We are simply living our best lives.
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thebluemage · 4 months
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Jefferson!! 🥰💜
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marvelflame2010 · 8 months
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Jefferson: My days of breaking into places and stealing shit are over.
Jefferson: What do you want me to do?
Regina: I want you to break into a place and steal some shit
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buckysforeverprincess · 9 months
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We’re all a little mad sometimes. Welcome to the MADNESS of Jefferson Hatter!!!
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morosoro · 9 months
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Some MadRumbelle/Jumbelle/Rumbellerson alignment charts
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s1mpforeveryone · 1 year
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there is so, so much peter pan smut from ouat. but like WHEREE? WHEREEEEEE? WHEREEEE IS MY JEFFERSON SMUT. MY RUMPLESTILTSKIN SMUT (dont judge me, that could take that cane and whi-)?? WHERE IS MY KILLIAN JONES SMUT UGH
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thewxtchwhowrites · 8 months
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Hi 💖✨
I'm back after a long time of being a silent reader of one-shots and fics (I have some of them that I would love to recommend), and also thanks to those authors for making wonderful works.
Anyway.
That led me to the conclusion of making my own Masterlist of my one-shots and fics, mainly to have more order in my blog and because I really want to write again because I LOVE to write.
🔥 = smut
(ES) = español
(EN) = english
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Dean Winchester
Don't Boss me around - 1 & 2
Hold On
Sam Winchester
Positions - Old and New version
Castiel
Lucid Dreaming - One Shot
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Bucky Barnes
Bus Stop (EN)
The winner takes it all
Healed (requested)
Loki Laufeyson (soon)
Steven Grant (soon)
Marc Spector (soon)
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Eddie Munson
Hit the Pedal, Heavy Metal - 1 & 2
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Lee Bodecker (soon)
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Charles Blackwood (soon)
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Jefferson Hatter (soon)
Graham (soon)
Hook / Killian Jones (soon)
August Booth / Pinocchio (soon)
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Nick Fowler
Dangerous Woman
PD: I'll probably re-write some one-shots (improve grammar and even plot, so stay tuned), but don't worry, I won't delete the original.
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charliessinferno · 5 months
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but do i wanna be with them or be them
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hatterswonder · 6 months
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Hc i have for Grace and Jefferson XD
Grace: Papa, let me see your hand for a sec, please? Jefferson: Uh...why? *lowkey confused* Grace: Just do it. Jefferson: O..kay. *holds hand out* Grace: *ties friendship bracelet she made around his wrist.* There! Do you like it? Jefferson: *holding back tears* I..I love it, sweetie. Thank you.
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sergeantbarnessdoll · 6 months
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My Papa Thinks You’re Pretty » Jefferson
Pairings: Jefferson x Teacher!Reader with Grace
Summary: Graces gets her dad (Jefferson) a date with her teacher (the reader).
Warnings: Fluff, language, nothing but cuteness
Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.
GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.
🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩
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“Have a great weekend, everyone!” You say to the class.
Everyone shuffled out of the classroom as you packed up.
“Papa!” Grace says, running up to Jefferson.
“Hey sweetheart! How was school?” Jefferson asks, hugging her.
“Great! You have to say hi to Miss. Y/L/N!” She says excitedly.
“Grace, I don’t think—” He was interrupted by Grace.
“There she is!” She pointed at you. “Miss. Y/L/N!” Grace shouts.
You looked at her and smiled, walking towards her and Jefferson.
“Do you need something, Grace?” You asked, looking down at her.
“No. My papa wanted to say hi!” She smiles.
Jefferson smiles and started blushing uncontrollably.
“Hi, Mr. Hatter.” You say with a smile, holding your hand out for him to shake.
“Call me Jefferson.” He shakes your hand. “How’s Grace doing in your class?” He asks.
“Amazing. She one of my star students and my favorite.” You say, smiling down at Grace.
“That’s great.” He smiles.
You three stood in silence for a moment until Grace broke the silence.
“My papa thinks you’re pretty.” Grace says.
Jefferson’s eyes widened and his cheeks turned red in embarrassment. You smiled and blushed.
“Your papa is handsome.” You tell her.
“You two should go on a date sometime.” She suggests.
“Grace, she’s probably busy.” Jefferson says.
“I’m free tomorrow night.” You smiled. “Pick me up at 7pm.” You say.
“Sounds good to me. I’ll see you then.” He smiles.
“It was wonderful talking to you guys, but I have to go home and grade papers. I’ll see you Monday, Grace and I’ll see you tomorrow night, Jefferson.” You say with a smile.
Jefferson smiles and nods as you walked away.
“Remind me to thank you tomorrow.” Jefferson says to Grace.
🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩
-Bucky’s Doll
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✨️Imagine✨️
Tw: arranged marriage, aggressiveness, controlling spouse, spanking
Being taken in off the streets by Rumplestilskin after fleeing your hometown. Jefferson sets his sights on you. Rumplestilskin decides to arrange the marriage.
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Rumplestilskin had found you one day after you had accidentally ran into him on the road. You had been fleeing your village after it was raided by the Evil Queen's soldiers. Having heard of the dark one, you quickly apologized and hoped he wouldn't be angry with you and punish you the way he did when anyone so much as irritated him. Instead, he took pity on the poor creature he saw before him. He offered you shelter and food in exchange for housework and chores. You gladly accepted, having not eaten since you had abandoned your home days before. This was obvious even to him.
Rumple took notice that you enjoyed doing chores that required you to be outside. You always came home dirty. He was quite impressed with how well you did with your work.
One day, a few weeks later, while you were outside gathering herbs, a man came up to you. You both began making small talk. The man explained that his name was Jefferson, and he was on his way to speak with The Dark One when your beauty caught his eye. After you finished foraging, Jefferson gladly walked with you back to Rumple's home. You were dismissed as they went on to talk about their business. Soon the topic of conversation fell onto you. Jefferson was absolutely intrigued by the beautiful creature The Dark One had running errands for him. Although, you didn't exactly share the same feelings. Sure, he was OK to talk with, but you still didn't know this stranger that had walked up to you. And if he had anything to do with Rumplestilskin's 'business affairs', he couldn't have been that safe to be around.
A few days after you had met Jefferson, Rumplestilskin had called you inside from your chores. "Sit, dearie. I want to speak with you a moment." He said. You did as you were told, and he continued. "Now, (y/n), you've met my . . . associate, Jefferson?"
"A few times, sir." You responded quietly.
"Well then, dearie, you know that I sometimes pay him to do certain jobs for me." You nodded. "Quite recently Jefferson went on an extremely important journey for me. And as payment, I've given him your hand in marriage."
Your heart sunk to the bottom of your stomach. "I-i don't understand." You uttered.
"It's quite simple, really- when two people love each other very much-"
"But I do not love him!" You cried in disbelief. "I barely know of him, I do not consent to this!" You were now out of your chair and standing.
"Ya see, dearie, I wasn't really asking. The deal has already been struck. See, I took you in when nobody else would. Now you will do as your told or so help me I will send you back from where you came!"
Silent tears streamed down your face. You were speechless. You couldn't look him in the eyes. It was too much.
"Now go clean up and prepare supper. I'll not hear another word out of you. And don't try to run, dearie. I have my ways of finding you."
As soon as he had said 'go', you were out the door and headed straight for the well outside the house.
The ceremony was small. You hadn't seen Jefferson since Rumplestilskin had given you the horrible news. He was the one that married you and Jefferson. Your veil covered your tear-stained face until Jefferson lifted it over your head and consummated the union with a passionate kiss. He was rough when he touched you. Rumplestilskin clapped giddily as the two of you kissed.
"Congratulations to the happy couple!"
Right after the wedding, you moved in with Jefferson. He couldn't wait to tame that fire within you. As soon as you had moved in with him Jefferson had rules for you as his new wife. You weren't allowed to go to town without him, and you were to cook and clean while he was away on business or when he asked you to. He made sure you were clean and ate well. No more outdoor chores unless he specifically asked you to do something that required it. He often helped you bathe, despite your telling him you didn't need the help. If you disobeyed him, you were thrown over his lap and spanked until your bottom was red and tears spilled from your eyes. Just as it had been with The Dark One, you still weren't allowed any knowledge of Jefferson's business affairs.
You were carrying the pot of stew over to the table before Jefferson got home when you heard a voice from behind you.
"You make a lovely housewife, dearie."
You turned to see Rumplestilskin. "Why are you here?" You asked, glaring daggers at the man who had basically sold you.
Rumplestilskin gave you a look of feigned offense. "Why such malice, dearie? I've come to check on your well being." He circled you once before standing in front of you. "Nice to see you clean for a change. That dirt did nothing for your complexion." He gave a firm pat to your stomach. "You've even gained a pound or so." All you could do was glare. The Dark One crossed his arms at you and continued with a sneer. "That's a good thing. Means he's treating you well."
"What do you want?" You seethed.
"That, dearie, is none of your concern. I'm here to discuss matters with your husband." As if on cue, Jefferson came through the door. He smiled slyly at you both. "Hello, dear! And to what do we owe the pleasure, oh dark one?" Jefferson made his way over to you and wrapped a hand around your waist, giving you a firm squeeze to his side.
"I was just complimenting your wife on her new found hygiene." Stilskin said.
Jefferson chuckled softly. "Yes, a much-welcomed improvement, I'd say."
Your hands balled into fists as you listened to them. Jefferson gave your bottom a squeeze and gently nudged you toward the fireplace area. "Go on, darling. Why don't you make us some tea while we discuss matters?"
You tensed slightly as you felt him grab your rump, but all you could do was nod and do as you were told.
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thebluemage · 1 year
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I can take these men all at the same time 😩🥵
I’ll be royally wrecked, and ruined into oblivion
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but-l-knew-him · 2 years
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Am in love with this pic rn and I simply want you to know, cheers
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morosoro · 10 months
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So the other day I posted a template for how I see MadGold as a couple, which didn’t get any attention, which is fair. Most my followers are Rumbellers. That‘s to be expected…
But what about MadRumbelle? (Or as I personally like to call it, Rumbellerson)
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Some differences here (and a bit more detail in some areas), but mainly because my headcanons and opinions can be pretty fluid. There are a lot of ways to interpret the characters and ship dynamics, and a lot of AU’s/situations they can be found in, Y’know?
If anyone is interested in discussing or hearing more about this or any of my ships please feel free to reblog, reply or reach out! My ask box is always open and I do accept DM’s too! I love talking about my blorbos and ships and sharing headcanons!
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marvelslut16 · 1 year
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Seb's cameo in ghosted is giving me Jefferson vibes.
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Maybe it's the hair, or the vest, or the scarf. But it's taking me back to my ouat days.
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