Easy Peasy

College AU

Summary: Friday night at the frat house means it’s time for a party. Besides booze, beer pong, and bro-nanigans, the brothers have something else up their sleeves to help get the party going.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: ~13.2k (ummmm?)

Warnings: language, alcohol, sickness, slight injury, Captain kink, size kink-ish (muscles kink???), 18+ content

A/N: Hello! This has been a long time coming! About 2 years ago, I put out a fic called Oopsy Daisy. That fic was such a labor of love and is honestly one of my personal favorites. Well now, over 2 years later, I've come bearing this: a sequel! While I didn't originally intend to make a sequel for Oopsy Daisy, you all have the lovely @shythingstudentdragon to thank for this follow-up! They requested "A college au where Steve is showing off to reader. It starts with a push up contest between him Sam and Bucky, before he starts flexing for her and showing her what he can lift. Finally, it gets back to his room where reader questions if he can bench press her, which he does with ease." I changed the order of the events slightly, so I hope that’s ok. And one last thing to note: While technically a sequel, this fic works completely as a standalone (though I encourage you to read both ;p). As always, I hope you all enjoy!

Your heart thumps in time with the music, the heavy bassline resonating through your skin, shaking the very foundation of the house. The track is absolute garbage – some dubstep/techno/house music amalgamation you couldn’t be paid to listen to if given the choice. Under normal circumstances, you'd rather tear your own ears off than listen any longer.

Although it's truly God-awful, right now, it's all just background noise. No, you haven't a care for the monstrosity pounding away at your eardrums, not when your attention is directed miles and miles away.

You twine your fingers behind Steve’s head, keeping him firmly attached to you as your tongues dip into each other’s mouth. Something shatters in the distance, followed by the sound of drunken cheering, but you also pay it no mind. In this moment, it might as well just be you and Steve tucked away in your own little bubble – a small slice of heaven reserved just for you two.

Well… if only that were actually the case.

Oopsy Daisy

College AU

Summary: In order to keep the animal shelter from closing, your sorority holds a car wash as a fundraiser. Besides cleaning cars all day, you have another goal in mind involving a certain football-playing frat member.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: ~12.0k (I’m so sorry)

Warnings: language, mentions of alcohol, slight angst, size kink-ish, Captain kink (is that a thing? well, it is now), SMUT 18+ (vaginal sex, public sex)

Prompt: “You’ve been teasing me all day and I’ve had it!”

A/N: Hello! So, let me just say, I know the premise of this fic is a little silly and sounds like an early 2000’s rom-com, but, in my defense, all of my knowledge about sororities comes from movies. So, can you blame me? Anyway, this was written for @buckysknifecollection​’s 3k Followers Writing Challenge! I’m so sorry that my submission is late, Ellie, but congrats on your followers! My prompt is listed above and appears in bold in the fic. To any and everyone who reads this, I hope you enjoy! Gif from Google.

“I’m really starting to second guess this idea, Nat,” you mutter, already feeling sweat start to prickle your neck.

Natasha scoffs, “Sorry, pumpkin, but it’s too late to back out now.” She gestures at the parking lot – all of your sisters similarly ready for the busy day ahead.

Several weeks ago, your sorority discovered that your local animal shelter was facing closure – their donations nearly bled through, and not having enough funds to keep running long-term. As an animal-lover and the president of your chapter, Natasha decided to organize a fundraiser for the shelter – hopefully raising enough to see them through the next several months. During a back and forth discussion over what said fundraiser should be, the idea of a car wash was proposed.

Thus, why you’re going to spend your Saturday scrubbing cars in this off-campus parking lot.

“Besides,” Natasha snorts, “you didn’t have to volunteer. Other than wanting to save the puppies, we both know you had ulterior motives for coming today.” As she talks, a brigade of familiar vehicles pull up into the parking lot, parking in the designated section for volunteers. “And speak of the devil.”

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steve rogers fic recs

steve rogers x reader

modern cap steve x regular reader

series:

mr. steve - @pies-writes-and-more

one shots:

the waitress - @pies-writes-and-more

vigilante - @invisibleanonymousmonsters

under pressure - @invisibleanonymousmonsters

boardroom fantasies - @pies-writes-and-more

morning wood - @angrythingstarlight

perfect - @tempestuous-lush

blind date - @invisibleanonymousmonsters

guard dog - @invisibleanonymousmonsters

agent/avenger reader

series:

start again - @wkemeup

embarrassment - @a-confused-turtle

one shots:

blue - @pies-writes-and-more

hickeys - @a-confused-turtle

wallets, keys and bobby-pins - @marvelouscaptainrogers

insubordination - @marvelouscaptainrogers

jealous (strong) steve - @pies-writes-and-more

whisper - @redgillan

major crush - @redgillan

it's your captain's birthday - @witchywithwhiskey

the best birthday gift - @witchywithwhiskey

steve - @assembletheimagines

you'll always be the sexiest man alive to me, captain - @witchywithwhiskey

college!steve

one shots:

kissing booth - @viollettes

the end of the war - @redgillan

she calls me daddy - @hertzwritings

oopsy daisy - @whateveriwant

modern au

series:

slow like honey - @heli0s-writes

at your service - @writing-for-marvel

one shots:

a french kiss - @pies-writes-and-more

take a hint - @pies-writes-and-more

ask - @angelkurenai

nature's beauty - @biteofcherry

lilacs & ink - @witchywithwhiskey

mob!steve

series:

ask - @invisibleanonymousmonsters

biker!steve

one shots:

where he belongs/don't f*ck with the queen - @angrythingstarlight

who loves you

summary: a four month long situationship with Ari goes south when you see a text you shouldn't have

pairing: college!hockey player!ari x situationship/fwb!reader

warnings: none?

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Fuck. You felt refreshed and blissed out as you sat up and stretched. Watching Ari’s bare, fit body disappear into his bathroom. 

It always surprised you how he showers without his phone because that meant he showered with no music. You couldn’t imagine taking a shower without music, how else would you fulfill your popstar dreams. But alas, Ari was different from a lot of the guys you’ve previously been with. 

You drop back against his bed, smiling at the ache between your legs. Ari was a lot of things and a sex god was definitely one of them. 

The incessant buzzing from a phone..his phone jerks you from your blissed out state.

Bzz-bzz

Ignore. 

Bzz-bzz

Ignore.

Bzz-bzz

Okay, what the hell?

Missing 2

Here is a silly part 2 to the silly first fic here 

Fluff, Mob Bucky is an adorable goof, this is worse than the first fic okay. I’m openly acknowledging this is ridiculous and stupid but I’m posting it anyway. 

“Why the fuck is he still here” 

Bucky narrowed his eyes, watching him carefully, hating the way he moved with such suave. Who the fuck does he think he is?! It had been days of him coming around, pretending his intentions were innocent but Bucky knew better. He had been in the game long enough to be able to read someone’s character. 

No.

There was nothing innocent about this. 

He was after his pretty baby and that wasn’t okay. 

“If you have such a problem with him, go do something about it” Sam snorted, watching the mob boss huff, shaking his head.

“I can’t just tell him to fuck off” Bucky grumbled, ready to give him the finger. “Even though he should, I don’t want him 10 feet near my princess” 

“I’m sure if you stare at him long enough, he’ll take the hint”

Bucky glared at him once more for good measure before smiling down at the purring ball of fur that pawed at his leg, demanding to be picked up. She had dragged your sweater into the room, dropping it by his feet, giving him a pointed look. 

“Hi baby” He picked up his sassy little fur baby, giving her a few kisses and scratching her head, cocking an eyebrow at her seeing the sweater she brought with her. “You miss her huh, maybe I should ask her out soon?”

“Merp” Alpine nudged her head against his chest while Sam shook his head, running a hand over his face. 

“For fucks sake, at least listen to the cat and ask her out” 

“He’s right” Steve smirked at his friend, snorting at the ridiculous sight of Bucky cooing at his cat, “Stop worrying about him and actually go ask her out”

Bucky thought for a moment, he had to do it right. You were sweet. Kind. Summer and flowers. His mind was all over the place, he couldn’t stop thinking about you but would you even want to go out with someone like him? 

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Lost Without You

Summary: Bucky Barnes would be lost with you. You’re his everything and he plans on spending Valentine’s Day proving it to you. 

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2.6K

Warnings: Fluff, Alpine and more fluff

A/N: Beta’d by the wonderful @whisperlullaby all mistakes are my own. Written for @lookiamtrying

When Bucky met you, he discovered what love was, not what he thought it should be, but what love could be, something he had never had before. With you, it wasn’t the grand gestures or other things that he saw in the movies. His love for you was built on a foundation of little moments, unexpected things that left him reeling, wondering how he survived all this time without you in his life.

Loving you is a consuming and powerful emotion, leaving effervescent traces of you on his soul. 

 He lived for those little moments, things he never cared about before you. From the way you would reach out for his hand when he sat next to you, how you look in the mornings when you drag yourself out of bed disheveled and grumpy at the world, how your eyes light whenever you see a cute animal, even the way you brushed your teeth turning your toothbrush into your personal microphone when your favorite song played. Each one a snapshot of why he loved you, it was never one thing he could put his finger on, there are too many reasons to simply name one.

The little things about you, all uniquely you, he could talk about forever. From the way your nose scrunched up when you laughed, oh that laugh, Bucky could listen to you laugh all day. The little wrinkle your brow makes when you concentrate on something. The slope of your neck, that shape of your lips, how you fit next to him, as if you were made with him in mind, or perhaps he was made for you.

And right now, here in this bed with you. He knows there is no other place he’d rather be. 

You can’t imagine being anywhere else either. Tangled between lavender-infused sheets, the scent of his coconut body wash melting into your sense. You push back his damp hair, the strands silky under your hand. Your fingers laced together, legs intertwined, the steady thump of his heartbeat under your ear. His large hand tracing nonsensical patterns on the small of your back.

Nothing exists outside the warmth of his skin, his soft breathing lulling you to sleep. The world is a faded memory, through the darkness blanketing the room, you can see the outline of his face. His bright blue eyes hidden behind closed lids. His features ingrained in memory, even when you can’t see him, you see him. 

“Are you sure,” He asks again, gravelly from sleep breaking the silence. 

You nod twice, rubbing your face on his chest, yawning “yes Bucky”. 

“If you say so” He glances down at you, his hand moving up your back, the pads of his fingers dancing over your skin, “we’ll see how you feel tomorrow, “ he says under his breath. 

He can feel you smiling into his chest. His sweet girl. You’ve been insistent that you don’t care about Valentine’s day. Bucky doesn’t believe you, in fact, he thinks-knows- that deep down you’re a softie. He knows how you swoon over those sappy movies you force him to watch.

And the last thing he’s going to do is let his girl down.

This is your first of many he hopes, Valentine’s day together, he’s going to make sure that you know how much he loves you. He lifts your joined hands, loving how your fingers fit perfectly between his, only one thing would make this better, he reflects, kissing the back of your hand.

Easy

Summary: An impromptu night out at a local speakeasy results in you waking up next to your crush.

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: 18+ only, alcohol, shy!reader, drunk shenanigans, dancing, lots of fluff, flirting and cuddles, swearing, very minor angst, modern au.

Word Count: 4.2k

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Uncovered

Summary: Your secret relationship with Bucky is finally revealed.

Part 2 for Marked, you'll definitely want to read that short fic first.

Pairing: Beefy!Bucky x reader

Warnings: 18+ only, hickeys, fluffy feels, pet names, lots of beverages, avengers tower au, beefy!bucky being an absolute dork with a scarf.

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: You both gave me some great feedback, so here's how Natasha discovers the truth about these two! @justsebstan @aquariusbarnes

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Crossing the Line

Summary: After your friends set you up on a blind date with your sworn enemy, you both drunkenly decide to mess with them by making a bet to see who can pretend to be a happy couple the longest.

Pairing: Beefy!Bucky x reader

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, unprotected possessive sex, beefy!bucky manhandling the reader a lot, mirror sex, fingering, light angst with a happy ending, fluff, swearing, Fifty Shades of Grey reference, alcohol, jealous!bucky, brief run-in with an "ex" with a wife, pet names, Bucky is kinda cocky, enemies to lovers, fake dating.

Word Count: 10.1k

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Rest and Recover

Prince!Bucky x Pincess!Reader

summary: The Princess is sick and does not wish to see anybody. That is, with the exception of one handsome prince who happens to pass by the castle to check on his beloved Y/N. With Bucky by her side, being sick sounds just half as bad.

a/n: I might have a series idea in the making, and it might also take place within a royal!marvel universe. But for now, here is a little teaser for something that I haven't even finished yet. With that being said, enjoy!

word count: 2k

warnings: prince Bucky 'cause he's so sweet it'll give you a toothache, also possible misuse of lady and sir and highness (I get so confused with titles I'm sorry)

･ﾟ✫* 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ｡✭･ﾟ

drunk and obsessed

Summary: a little something about a drunk steve. in the mafia steve universe

Pairing: drunk!mafia! steve rogers x reader

Warning: none rlly

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“Baby, baby,” you giggle, a bit tipsy, as you try your hardest to fit the key into the door's lock. “I can’t open the door with you all over me.”

You laugh once more when Steve begins kissing your neck once again. His trimmed beard tickles your neck. 

On the other hand, Steve had a bit too much to drink. And that's all your doing. 

You know he feels he can never have too much to drink at these events, especially with you there. The events are filled with some of the most inimical people worldwide. So he always wants to be on his A-game for you. But that’s what body guards are for, you had argued. Pushing for him to have the time of his life with some of his friends.

Now here he was: drunk and his body cradling yours, as the two of you struggle to get in the house. 

“I just love you, baby,” his words slur as he kisses your cheek. 

“I love you too,” You tell him, so close to getting the fucking key to fit. 

“I can’t wait to get you inside,” his voice rich and husky as he seals his promise. 

“Baby, I don’t even think you could get it up right now.”

cry baby

bucky barnes x fem reader

words: 7.3k

warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, edging, overstimulation, crying during sex, flushed cheeks, friends to lovers, misunderstandings, lapslock.

a/n: this is arguably one of my absolute fave fics i've ever written. she is near and dear to my heart :') i've provided the link for ao3 if you prefer to read it there! it's originally posted in two parts but i've combined them here. any and all mistakes are mine. feedback is encouraged & appreciated ♡

“the boys are running late,” natasha informs you when you make your way to the table she’s conquered in the busy cafe. “sam texted a couple minutes ago and said he and bucky got stuck in traffic.”

it’s the second tuesday of the month, which means it’s brunch day. it’s a running tradition that’s stood for the four of you since your college days. the time and place has changed over the years, but everyone does their absolute best to attend every time. these tuesdays are your favorite, naturally.

you plop into an empty chair across from her with a heavy sigh. “good, that means i have time to bitch about how fucking horny i am before they get here.”

the binky garden (the binky fairy pt 2)

summary: part two of the binky fairy. "Steve tries to make it up to y/n but we aren’t letting up so easily and gives the silent treatment bc they were supposed to be a team but doesn’t let up for like a couple hours or until the next day and then just fluff ? Idk if that even makes sense" +

""okay but now we need to see steve grovel and work his ass off to please his wife and get out of the doghouse right? right??????"

in the dad!mafia!steve universe

pairings: dad!mafia!steve rogers x wife!reader

warning: none really

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After an hour or so working in his office, Steve heads to bed.

The moment he becomes in close proximity to the bed, his eyes fall on your sleeping figure, and the alarms in his head go off. His wife is facing away from his side of the bed. He noticed the wrinkle between your pinched eyebrows. That’s never a good sign. She went to bed simmering.

Most nights, you and he cuddle face-to-face every night. His palm would spoon the back of your head, as you rested your head on his chest, and their legs tangled together. As long as you were close to each other, you both were happy. 

Steve sighs, strips off his shirt and sweatpants. Leaving him in his underwear for the night. He knows his wife in and out, and he couldn’t blame her stubbornness on this. He had fucked up exponentially and all on his own account. 

Once he’s set his watch, signet ring, and wedding ring on the matching dish y/n had made years ago. He’s able to relax under the soft duvet, his body is able to finally relax when it hits the luxurious, plush mattress. Then, he’s rolling over to cuddle his girl. He's as close as he can get. With his arm thrown over your waist and his nose pressed against the back of your neck. 

“Just because I am allowing you to cuddle with me doesn’t mean I'm no longer upset,” you mumble sleepily. 

gorgeous

Summary: Steve drags you to a frat party, this is not how you wanted your night to go, but you end up getting your way as always (beta’d by the wonderful @into-a-ship-or-2)

Warnings: smut!, college frat party, alcohol 

Pairings: college!frat!steve rogers x gf!reader

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‘Cause you’re so gorgeous it actually hurts/ Ocean blue eyes looking in mine/I feel like I might sink and drown and die  ⚘

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The house is bustling and there’s people everywhere you go. Steve has your hand clasped in his, causing people to part like the red sea at his 6’2 figure heading to the kitchen. Your eyes trail up his toned, tanned arm, to the tight white shirt that displayed his muscled back perfectly. 

He was sex on (very, very long) legs but was too bashful to accept the title. 

When you arrive at the kitchen, he tugs on your hand so you’re at his side, and as you walk places a kiss on the top of your head. 

This was not how you wanted to spend your Saturday night. You wanted to spend it with Steve, fucking until you both passed out in bliss. You were horny, and he knew, but insisted he had to be at the party and would love it if you came too.

So instead of a sultry night of heavy breathing, stinging sensations against your ass, the sound of his skin slapping against skin, and his superb moans– you were at his frat house, and no amount of puppy eyes could get you out of it. 

“What do you want to drink, baby?” Steve asks, pressing you against the counter as he reaches for a plastic cup behind you. 

“I don’t want anything.” You reply short, arms crossed over your chest. You don’t miss the way Steve’s eyes glance down at the way your breasts bunch together. 

He grabs your chin gently. “No?”

“No, thank you,” you grit out. 

He sighs, places the solo-cup back, and gives you a peck. His arms drop, one hand grabs your hip while the other rests on the counter top. 

“How long are you gonna keep acting like this?” 

“Acting like what?” you pout.

“Are we really gonna play this game? I’m aware of what you wanted tonight to be, but we can do that after…”

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