Pragma(tic)14: Her World Is Shaken, Not Stirred

Pragma(tic) 14: Her World is Shaken, Not Stirred

Pairing: Persephone!Bucky Barnes x Hades!Reader

Summary: In a world where the old gods never truly died, you must learn to navigate your way through the ups and downs of immortality. And if living forever wasn’t hard enough, an ancient evil is now threatening to break free after centuries of silence. And as if that still wasn’t hard enough for you, now a pesky and infuriatingly handsome god is trying to wedge his way into your life. Gods, work, love, and conflict—what more could a goddess need? [Hades & Persephone AU]

Word Count: 4454

Warnings: Language

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Previous 13: She Makes a Confession

In all the centuries that you’d been at the edge of Tartarus, muttering your spells and securing the cage, you’d never known it to be quiet. But, there you were, doing your routine without so much as a peep from the monster below.

Kronos was silent. He didn’t speak, didn’t laugh, didn’t even breathe loudly. It was out of character for him; usually, he would take any and all opportunities to mock you and get under your skin, but he didn’t even greet you.

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Time Lost Chapter 12

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader

Summary: An accident during a mission sends you back in time to the second world war. There you enlist the help of Peggy Carter, Steve Rogers, and Bucky Barnes to find the object that can send her back.

Warnings: None that I can think of.

Word count: 1.8k

Masterlist

Prologue Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4 Ch 5 Ch 6 Ch 7 Ch 8 Ch 9 Ch 10 Ch 11

You groaned in frustration and threw your pencil across the room. You were the last one left in the London headquarters yet again, insisting on staying late to figure out these damn ciphers. Weeks had gone by with absolutely no progress on any of them. Weeks of you obsessing over the documents Bucky had found, and nothing to show for it. It was driving you insane. Peggy had proposed sending the documents to Bletchley Park but was quickly vetoed by Phillips leaving you stuck trying to brute force the cipher yourself.

The sound of the radio was probably the only thing keeping you sane tonight, providing just enough distraction to keep you going. Thank god for small miracles. You sighed, leaning back in your seat as you listened to the music place. Time wasn’t a luxury you really had to waste, leaving you with late nights and very little sleep. Though sometimes, it seemed wasting time was all you could really do.

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Special Lessons  -  Four

Pairing: Stepdad!Steve Rogers X Naïve!Innocent!Reader

Summary: Your step-dad has wanted you for a while. And when a conversation leads to you asking for some… special help, he’s more than happy to take full advantage of the situation.

Warnings: Smut, Age Gap (Reader is 19), Language, Older man taking advantage of younger woman, Oral, Somnophilia, Breeding kink, 

Word Count: 3.8K

A/n: So I’m now feeling overwhelmed and shitty. I dislike confrontation. If you don’t like shit on my blog then leave please. I’m so tired of this. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy. I might be signing off for a while. I’m literally on the verge of tears. Peace dudes.

PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS SORRY IF TAGS WERE FORGOTTEN/DIDN’T WORK

PART ONE. PART TWO.  PART THREE

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After the pool incident, Steve has hardly left your side. Every time your mother is out, he has you grinding on his bare cock, cumming in your pussy and making a mess of you, only to clean you up with his special kisses.

Today, however, is the day he wants to make a move.

But he can’t. Because the woman he married is having one of her few days off.

It’s been one of the longest days of his life.

Having you so close but just out of reach. It’s absolute torture.

And he feels a little bad for the way he’s just using his wife now, but he’s allowed to want what he wants, right?

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You wake up with a yawn, rubbing your eyes and frowning as you reach for the cup of water on your nightstand. When you come up empty-handed, you can’t help but groan.

Climbing reluctantly out of bed, you venture out of your room, pausing when you hear Steve making his happy noises.

You slowly move to your parents’ bedroom door, peeking inside their room and almost gasping. Your mother is on her hands and knees and Steve is being her, cock slamming in and out of her.

His eyes find yours and he holds your gaze, thrusts not ceasing.

He can tell that you’re curious. More importantly, he can tell that you’re getting aroused.

That thought is enough and it sends him spiralling over the edge. He cums in your mother -never one for pulling out- then drops down onto the bed with a hearty sigh.

You hurry away from the door and down the stairs, needing the cold water more than ever now.

~*~

Steve saunters into the kitchen a grin on his pretty face.

“Morning (Y/n).” You look up at him, a little embarrassed about the night before.

“Did you enjoy the show last night?” He asks softly, watching the way you clench your thighs together tightly. You shrug, not truly knowing with one hundred percent certainty what it is you saw. All you know is that it should’ve been you beneath him.

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Heart-Shaped Box 💟 7

Warnings: noncon/dubcon sex, obsession, possessive, breeding, sex pollen.

This is dark!Bucky and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: You accept a job as an au pair, but not all is as it seems.

Note: Okay, here we go. This chapter overlaps with GYF so we’ll be caught up and get wild in the next one. Hope you enjoy.

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You dragged the cloth down the groove, your fingernail pressed deep along the frame’s edge. You stared at the stock image of an orchard set in an eerie black and white. Would these frames one day be set with images of you? Of the child James hoped for? The house was cookie cutter; trimmed from the pages of any homemaking magazine; DIY feng shui or whatever nonsense they sold.

Your flats brushed over the area rug rolled out along the center of the hallway. Your name sounded from the next room. You lowered the cloth and crept to the doorway. James sat in the middle of the room, just next to the bunk beds, parts laid out all around him as he screwed a drawer together. The former dresser was disposed of.

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Beautiful and Damned 6- To Be Unloved [Geralt of Rivia x Reader]

A.N: My loves, your wonderful feedback makes me so happy, thank you! Please don’t forget to tell me what you think of this chapter, kisses!

Reminder: This story will not follow the show’s plot, so even if you haven’t watched the series, you can still read it.

The previous chapters are on my masterlist!

Summary: Denial has a way to poison people.

Word Count: 3350

Warnings: Mentions of violence and death, bad parenting.

The following days, you did whatever you could think of to keep your mind off that night. You focused on your drawings, you focused on the embroidery your mother wanted from you, you focused on-

Anything other than outside.

Even if you missed Geralt so much that it almost hurt your heart.

You could feel the sunlight on your skin, warming your bones, warming the whole room as it spilled through the window and you just kept your eyes on the yard, on the people.

Maybe this distance was just as much as you were supposed to get.

Someone knocked on the door and opened it, but you didn’t even turn your head, you just stood still, with your knees pulled up to your chest, your parchment resting on them.

“Where’s Cassie?” Fin sounded almost confused and you shrugged.

“I gave her the day off.”

“And the guards?”

“I let them go.”

“You can’t be serious,” he said and came to pull himself a chair, “You can’t be alone, there has to be someone with you.”

“I could call them back,” you mumbled and turned to him, “Is that what you want me to do, my king?”

“You know it’s not like that,” he muttered, “I could never boss you around, you terrify me.”

You averted your eyes, pinching your lips and he cleared his throat,

“Trust me sister, your ability to kill people has nothing to do with just how intimidated I am by you.”

You heaved a sigh, then tapped your pencil on the parchment.

“I know you don’t like this,” Fin said, “I remember the last time the city was confined, as well as you do. But I had no other choice, we need to catch these people before another member of our family gets hurt.”

“They will be safe-“

“I’m talking about you specifically.”

You scoffed, then shook your head, “I doubt anyone could kill me.”

“Let’s make sure they can’t,” he eyed you, “I’m worried about you.”

You rolled your eyes, “Fin, I promise you I won’t get killed. Happy?”

“Not that!” he said, “This…whole thing. This isn’t like you. You haven’t been outside for two days.”

“Yes, mindless chatter and cruel gossips, oh how I missed outside.” You mumbled, “People were already scared of me, now they’re terrified.”

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The Subtle Redemption of Lance Tucker - 10 / 13

Title: The Subtle Redemption of Lance Tucker aka The Subtle Redemption of Lance the Fucker

Summary: Lance is a perfect fixture in your past. And suddenly, he’s roaring into focus as your younger sister’s National Coach. The warning signs scream around you, resistance is almost futile. But you’re an adult now. You’re stronger than the silly little kid you were before, right? Right?

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader

Rating: language, implied adult themes, smut.

Word count: 3.3k

A/N: Did someone ask for fluff? No. Smuff, ok, you go it! Again, such little time to edit, I apologise as always. 

Title Inspo: n/a.

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“Should I be surprised how you managed to weasel into my secure apartment building?” you sighed as you spotted Lance sitting at your front door, his phone in hands and overnight night bag beside him, very casual: jeans, sneakers and Henley. He finished his text and bounced to his feet, a gentle smile on his lips. “You’re early, by the way.”

You cursed inwardly, he hadn’t given you any time to freshen up. Damn him.

“You’d be surprised how well recognised I still am,” he shrugged smugly. 

“Well, as long as you keep riding those fifteen minutes, Lance,” you tapped his shoulder in mock support and moved past him to unlock the front door, he followed you in.

“I won this great nation Gold at an Olympic Games,” he annuncuated. “I’m still a coach to international champions, sweetheart,” he reminded you as you rolled your eyes and feigned surprise.

“My God, I had no idea. I’m glad you managed to slip that one in, Lance,” you held your heart in mocking.

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