Warnings: Oral sex (f. receiving), mention of unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), Jefferson (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: Day 16 of the Sexy September Scribbles Challenge. Prompt: Want me to stop, you need to come again if you want me to stop. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Bucky edit by the amazing @nixakimbo. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications as I no longer do taglists. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
“Jefferson,” you moaned, your legs trembling.
“You’re so sweet,” he said, a wild smile on his face as he looked up at you. His lips and chin were shining from the previous orgasms he gave you. “Like the sugar in my tea.”
It wasn’t how you thought your afternoon would go when Jefferson asked you over for tea. It was like something out of a dream with the fairy lights and dishes and array of tea. He put a lot of care into it and wore one of the hats he made just for the occasion. But when he held up a plate of treats with a glint in his eye, you should’ve known he had more in store.
Especially since the one you selected said, “EAT ME.”
Which was exactly what he did.
He was careful not to knock the pot of tea over when he pulled you closer to the edge of the table. “Oh, your pussy is magical,” he said, looking at it like it was the most precious treasure. “Worth falling down a rabbit hole for.”
You arched your back when his mouth closed around your clit, your body sensitive and trembling. “Please. I can’t…”
“Can’t what? Can’t take it?” He laughed like a madman. “You can. I know you can.”
“Jefferson, I-”
“Want me to stop? You need to come again if you want me to stop.”
He pushed two fingers in, brushing your velvety walls with curiosity and care. You didn’t think you could give him another, but your body had other ideas. It wanted more.
“Oh. You’ll need to come on my cock, too. Then I might stop so we can have our tea,” he said, his ringed fingers digging into your thigh. “And then I’ll start all over again, my sweet girl.”
Posted this super late! All the love for Jefferson. Love and thanks for reading. ❤️
Pairing: Jester!Jefferson x Princess!Female Reader
Warnings: Dark fairytale court vibes, captivity themes, implied cruelty, tension
Words: 300 words
A/N: Entry for June Jukebox Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles I have been thinking on these two for a while.. so happy to have something down!!!
Prompt: June 3rd - “And he shows them pearly white.”
“Bring out the jester.”
The words rolled from your father’s mouth, rich with wine, your fingers tightened around the stem of your goblet.
Already, the court began to stir.
Lords shifted forward. Ladies hid smiles behind jeweled hands. Somewhere down the table, a man chuckled before there was anything to laugh at.
You stared at your plate, dreading what came next.
Him.
The side doors opened. Jefferson tumbled out in a flash of motley silk, bells snapping bright at his wrists. He landed in a low bow, one hand pressed dramatically to his heart.
“My king,” he lifted his head just enough for dark curls to fall from his face. “I rushed here the moment I heard the room had grown dull. Naturally, I assumed someone had begun discussing taxes.”
Laughter burst around the hall.
Your father laughed loudest.
Jefferson sprang upright, light and quick as a thrown knife. Plucking an apple from a passing servant’s tray, tossed it high, catching it between his teeth.
The court roared. Jefferson smiled around the fruit.
And he showed them pearly white.
Your stomach tightened.
They saw a fool. A trick. A pretty captive trained to amuse them between courses. You saw the stretch of that grin. Too sharp. Too full of teeth. A tiger in silk, baring warning after warning while everyone praised the shine of his cage.
Jefferson bit into the apple with a wet crack, juice sliding down his wrist. His eyes swept the hall as he chewed, passing over flushed faces.
Then he looked at you. the smile did not soften.
Something stirred beneath your ribs, dangerous and nameless, as though some foolish part of you had heard the growl and stepped closer anyway.
Soulmates, though not fully understood, are a real thing. Soulmate meetings are celebrated throughout the world and cherished.
But what happens when one soulmate dies before the other? It's a painfully common occurrence. Soulmates passing away due to disease, accidents, natural disasters, crime.
You lost your own soulmate to heart attack. He got hit in the chest in just the wrong spot at just the wrong time and his heart stopped.
It's taken years of therapy but you think you're finally ready to try again. To welcome romantic and physical love back in your life. Your therapist recommends a dating app called Second Chances, designed specifically for people who have lost their soulmates.
So who are you swiping right on? (Poll at the bottom)
Curtis lost his soulmate to a car accident. They were hit by a drunk driver and, while Curtis survived, his soulmate didn't. He's had to deal with survivor guilt on top of everything else. But he's willing to give love another chance.
He works in HVAC systems, mainly repairs. It's nothing fancy, but considering his work helps people survive the crippling heat waves, he's happy to do it.
Jefferson, a single father, lost his soulmate to a mugging gone wrong. He's had to stay strong for his daughter, Grace, but he'll be the first to admit something broke in him. He's lost a considerable amount of faith in humanity but he wants to try.
He's a fashion designer. Not one of the most well known, but he's financially sound with a good number of high profile clients. He appreciates a medium that lets him be so expressive while also letting others express themselves.
Steve met his soulmate during his time in the army. Their time together was short and Steve still has PTSD from the battle that broke his soul. But he's tired of being alone. He's never one to stay down so he's going to try to find someone he can connect with. Someone he can feel safe and comfortable with.
He left the army soon after his soulmate's death and ended up going into automobile repair. He specializes in motorcycles but is good with anything that has an engine. He likes to work with his hands and keep himself busy.
Hal's soulmate was taken from him by cancer. They wasted away in front of his very eyes. He's incredibly grateful for the time they had together. But he knows they'd want him to find someone new. To not be tied to them forever.
Taking care of his soulmate, Hal picked up a lot of nursing tricks and trades. After they passed, he ended up taking courses and getting his nursing degree. He enjoys helping to take care of people.
A rather unique case, Bucky lost the arm with his soulmate tattoo in a construction accident. Because he no longer has it, the magic to find and meet his soulmate is gone. He's not entirely sure he belongs on this app, but he needs to try.
Bucky's replacement arm is enough that he's able to stay in the construction industry. Though he's more on the safety inspection side of things these days. He doesn't want anyone to go through what he has.
Prompt: Day 12 - Let them say we’re crazy, what do they know
Pairing: Jefferson x Reader
Setting: Pre OUAT
Summary: After escaping a dangerous encounter inside the Camelot's castle, Jefferson comes with a conclusion that could give your child the life they deserve.
Word Count: 300
Warnings: Estabilished relationship, fluff, mention of pregnancy, no beta'd. Please, tell me if I have missed something else!
A.N. Day 12 snippet from the event "January Jumble Scribbles", organized by @societynsoelsscribbles.
This is inspired by the story "Tea Party In March", from the canon graphic novel "Out Of The Past". So sorry for the rushed finale...
ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE. I APOLOGISE IN ADVANCE FOR MY GRAMMAR AND VOCABULARY MISTAKES.
JANUARY JUMBLE SCRIBBLES MASTERLIST
You and Jefferson stepped in the hat on time, just to land on a roof far away from the palace. Your senses knew it was wrong to come back to Camelot, but deep in your heart you both knew how this was necessary, how raising enough money would benefit the future of the little one about to come.
Exhausted, you just sat nearby, a wave of nausea hitting you in full force. Your hand gently rested on your stomach, slightly swollen but small enough to conceal your little treasure.
"I'm sorry," Jefferson murmured, "I should have stopped you when I had the chance."
"You know you wouldn't," you replied with a soft smile, taking his hand in yours, "I wouldn't let you come back there alone."
A sigh escaped from Jefferson's mouth. He had relived the moment when, in tears, you had announced that you were with child, making him awake all the nights.
Then, a thought crossed his mind.
"We can sell what we stole," he muttered, squeezing your hand as he looked at you.
"What?"
"The crown jewels, we'll sell them to the best merchant. We could give our child a decent life."
"Are you mad, Jefferson?" you stammered, looking at him with wide eyes, "Think at what merchants will think-"
"Let them say we’re crazy, what do they know?" he replied, “No merchant will dare question where they came from. Not if the price is right. Please, love. Believe me. I'm crazy enough to believe in this plan for both of us."
Your gaze dropped to your joined hands, lost in thoughts. Then, you sighed and nodded, convinced by his words.
"Alright. But promise me we'll stop using your hat once our child is born."
He gave you his usual cocky grin, kissing your cheeks, "I promise."
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A/N: This piece is part of the Sexy September Scribbles challenge, hosted by myself and @soelstress Sep 24th: Oh, we're not done yet.
You collapsed against his chest, trembling and slick, his hatter laughter slipping out in breathless bursts because you were sure he’d finally worn you out. His arms tightened around you, lips brushing your temple sweetly like he might let you drift off. For a second, you believed it.
Then Jefferson shifted under you, still hard, still pulsing against your hip. You groaned, shaking your head, but the sound only made Your Hatter's grin sharpen. His eyes glittered, wide and wild, a man teetering between lover and madman. He tilted your chin up, delight flashing in his gaze.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he purred, sing-song and wicked, “we’re not done yet. You didn’t think I’d let you off that easy, did you?”
Before you could protest, he rolled you onto your stomach, laughing low, like this was all some game only he knew the rules to. The bed dipped as he settled behind you, dragging the thick head of his cock through your mess.
When he pushed inside, you gasped, the stretch sharp, slight bent angle catching that spot that made your legs shake instantly, pressing into you the way no one else had..Jefferson moaned too, half-glee, half-growl, forehead pressed to your shoulder as he bottomed out.
“Pretty pussy..” he crooned, rocking his hips with deliberate madness. “I’ll make you gush like Wonderland’s sweetest secret.”
Each thrust had you shuddering as he chased the rhythm in his head, the ticking he heard. He kissed your skin with sudden tenderness, then nipped hard enough to sting, laughing softly when you squeaked.
“Oh, darling,” he sighed, sounding drunk on you, “we’ve only just begun.”
A/N: Entry for January Jumble Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles
Prompt: Jan 12th “Let them say we’re crazy, what do they know”
You were already laughing when his fingers slid between your thighs, breathless and wild, like you both knew how far this was about to go and didn’t care.
“Let them say we’re crazy,” Jefferson murmured, lips brushing yours, crazed eyes shining too bright.
“What do they know,” you breathed back, biting his bottom lip hard enough to make him groan.
His hand dipped lower, fingers pushing through your wet heat, teasing once before he pressed inside you. You gasped, head tipping back as he worked two fingers in, slow at first, then deeper, scissoring just enough to make your knees go weak.
“Look at you,” he praised, voice wrecked and pleased. “Already soaked for me.”
You clawed at his coat, dragging him closer, your body rocking into his hand without shame. He loved that, loved how desperate you were, how openly you wanted him. His thumb found your clit, rubbing in messy circles while his fingers stretched you open, sliding in and out with growing urgency.
Reality blurred at the edges.
You licked up his neck, tasted salt, felt him shudder under you. Your teeth caught his lip again, a sharp bite that made him hiss, hips grinding into your thigh. “Just as broken as me.”
You nodded, breath coming apart, your whole body tightening as he curled his fingers just right, scissoring wider, finger plunging faster. Pleasure burned hot and dizzy, a coil snapping tight in your belly.
The world outside didn’t exist. Rules didn’t matter. Sanity was a joke.
All that was real was his fingers inside you, his mouth on yours and the shared madness that felt better than truth ever had.
My Lady Navy, my bright and beautiful writer, please hear my plea... if you ever get some ideas to write a Jefferson x reader story? Know that I will be here, on my knee, waiting for your blessing.
an humble anon who loves your writing.
That makes me happy to hear, nonnie! I really need to dedicate more time to our Mad Hatter. You lovelies are always welcome to send gifs, thots, what have you.
