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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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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Special Lessons  -  Five

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 a younger woman, Oral, Somnophilia, Breeding kink,

Word Count: 3.8K

A/n: hi guys. I’m back and I hope you like part 5 :) Madness will be posted tomorrow!!

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

PART ONE. PART TWO.  PART THREE.  PART FOUR

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Steve Rogers loves his step-daughter.

Steven Grant Rogers is going to Hell because he’s in love with his nineteen-year-old step-daughter.

And with every passing day, every time his cock fills her up with his cum, he falls that much harder. She’s so desperate to please him, doing anything and everything he asks.

He notices when you start being more impatient with your mother. And your mother doesn’t seem to be any happier with you. The two of you have been butting heads more and more lately, since that day when he took you outside.

But that hasn’t made her any more irritated at him. In fact, her stamina has risen and she’s more lovey-dovey with him than she’s been in months. And that only adds to your infuriation with your mother.

“Hey, Princess.” Steve kisses you on the forehead and you smile up at him from your spot at the kitchen counter. “Hey, Daddy! Are we gonna play today?” He chuckles then shrugs, looking at you with admiration. “I love you, baby.” He leans down for a kiss and you meet him halfway, eyes closing as his soft and slightly chapped lips move against yours.

He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, tongue laving over the supple skin before he pulls away, eyes darkened.

“I’ve got you a few things, baby.” He sets some boxes on the counter in front of you and you look at them curiously. “Go on, open them, Sweetheart.” You open up one of the boxes, giggling as you see a pretty tiara with pink gems in it.

“Because you’re my princess. And you deserve a tiara.” He puts it on your head and you smile up at him. “Beautiful.” He cups your cheeks and kisses your nose, then motions to the other boxes.

You eagerly open the largest one, features going soft at what you see.

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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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The Subtle Redemption of Lance Tucker - 12 / 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: 2.1k

A/N: I had fun writing this one. Please enjoy. Again, such little time to edit, I apologise as always. I am a comment whore. Any comments always appreciated xo

Title Inspo: n/a.

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Unlocking the apartment door and easing yourself in with arms full of groceries, you revealed bouquets and bouquets of flowers exquisitely scenting the small space and Lance, shirtless and jeans loose around his hips, accentuating that beautiful Venus belt and hideous tattoo.

“Let’s swap,” he suggested, welcoming you at the door with a gentle kiss. Oh, you’d missed those soft lips, a bit miffed he’d ended it after with single peck after such a long time away. He handed you a glass of champagne as he took the bags from you and moving them to the kitchen while you oversaw the gorgeous blooms. Roses, all in various pastel shades. Light, nothing bold. Romantic, stunning. Very unlike Lance Tucker.

A little overwhelmed, you were hesitant to move in case Lance was about to something really fucking stupid – your limbs were paralysed in fear. “You’re back!” you found your voice, purposefully ignoring the situation you had just walked into.

“I’m home, baby,” he confirmed. “It is not a mirage, your Gold medal-winning head coach man is stateside,” he whispered, proudly.

“I almost didn’t see you in between all the flowers…” you gave him a pointed look.

“You don’t like them?” he asked, a little saddened, chewing his lip nervously.

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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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