Hey s, how’s it going! I was wondering if you could rec any Chris/male reader fics. You know, for “research”. and the fellow gents out there, haha. 🙏
Hey! It's going pretty well, I'm suuuper busy, but when isn't college like that 😅
I'm gonna include Chris characters for this too because there's not a ton of male reader fics out there, and because I don't often read, reader insert fics... there's not a ton of recommendations I have, lol.
"one look and i couldn't breathe" by howdoyousleep3 (this is Andy Barber × male reader
(AO3 version)
"Kinktober, 10/18: In The Kitchen" by howdoyousleep3 (this is Andy Barber × male reader as well)
(AO3 version)
"Day 28: Threesome" by howdoyousleep3 (this is stucky × male reader)
(AO3 version)
Chris, Pottery, & You
Fun In The Sun (this is more just gender neutral reader with Chris)
"You Heard The Rumors 'Bout These Legs, Well I'm The One Who Spread 'Em" (second chapter specifically for masculine readers with Chris)
Good luck with your research
P.S. I haven't read really any of these fics, BUT it might be worth looking through this quick filtered AO3 search I ran
mama, would intern bucky react the same way that we did if he were to see senator steve playing, cooing and baby talking to bunch of puppies? 🤔
Hmm, let's see...💕
Rating: Mature (M)
Pairing: Senator Rogers and Intern Bucky
Word Count: ~1300
Tags: Daddy Kink, Established Relationship, Light Dom/Sub, Fluff, a dash of Domesticity, Light Verbal Humiliation, Sexual Frustration
“What?”
Bucky startles from his seat perpendicular to Steve where he works at his desk.
“What?” he dumbly and quickly responds with, internally wincing at how idiotic it sounds. Steve snorts as if he agrees with Bucky’s own thoughts. “What do you mean ‘what’?” he pushes without even glancing in Bucky’s direction, instead focusing on his computer in front of him. “I asked you what in reference to you sneaking glances up and over at me for the past hour. So…what? What are you looking at?”
Bucky should have known better than to have thought he was getting away with peeping at the senator out of the corner of his eye throughout the span of their shared morning together; seemingly nothing gets past the older man. He also should have also known better than to assume Steve wouldn’t point it out if he did catch onto Bucky’s glances. Silly him.
He considers stumbling his way through a loosely crafted excuse, something that would surely sound like bullshit, so he mentally shrugs his shoulders and says what’s on his mind.
“I just never thought I’d see you so soft,” is what he ends up saying, Steve’s eyebrows coming together momentarily before his eyes flick to Bucky’s.
“The puppy interview?” he asks in confirmation, and Bucky nods.
“The puppy interview.”
Steve has always kept the attention of the public, has always resided in the back of their minds no matter what side of the line they are on in terms of political topics and hot button issues. Steve commands attention, has a damning presence, is ruggedly handsome and daringly honest; no one can forget Senator Rogers. It makes sense that he and his team would snatch up the opportunity to campaign and reach a hand out to the youth through the use of a Buzzfeed interview full of playful puppies.
Bucky was in full and adamant support of it as soon as it was brought to them as a proposition, as was the rest of the team.
He just wasn’t prepared for Steve to be so relaxed and at ease and therefore so himself during the interview. The more Bucky watched the senator lay on the floor and interact with the bouncing group of puppies, the more Bucky’s jaw dropped and his heartrate picked up. Pet names, baby talk, bursts of cuteness overload and frustration let out through mournful shouts and clenched fists— Bucky swore he had never seen this side of Steve before.
He is known for his intensity, his drive, his passion, not the giddiness that comes with puppy kisses given to his beard after baby talking a squirming puppy and giggling until he can’t remember the question he had been asked.
Bucky doesn’t think he’s been more attracted to Steve up to this point, but it’s been hard determining that answer when the reason for his arousal is softness when he’s so used to filth.
“You’ve seen me soft, Bucky,” Steve states casually. “You just prefer it when I’m not.”
Bucky’s cheeks heat up at the double meaning of Steve’s words. He shifts in his seat on the couch.
“I just…” Bucky starts, his internal squirm strengthening as he powers through the urge to stammer and overthink. “It was really hot is all.”
This gets the senator’s attention. He swivels in his chair and rotates in Bucky’s direction.
“Me being soft was really hot?”
“Yeah, it was…it was different. It was hot.”
Bucky barely manages to stop himself from rolling his eyes at his reply. How eloquent of him.
Steve stares him down quizzically for half a minute before saying, “It was the baby talk wasn’t it?”
Bucky swallows.
“Well, that…yeah that didn’t hurt.”
“It did the opposite of hurt for you, didn’t it?” Steve pushes and this time Bucky does roll his eyes. He gets a snap from his Daddy for his sass, sharp and direct and wordless.
“Yeah, yeah it did. So what?”
This time his attitude, tone and words, earns him a low, “Watch it…” before Steve adds, “The pet names too, those did it for you as well?”
Bucky nods his head. Why make a less than valiant attempt at lying?
“Yeah, those too,” Bucky murmurs, quick to push his luck with the addition of, “And also other things that aren’t sexual because not everything needs to be, ya know: the vulnerability and the gentleness and show of heart.. It was…it was different. I’m not the only one who thinks that. M’used to rough and tough and pushy, not that.”
The way Steve looks at him from a few feet away almost has him wanting to squirm his way out of his seat and right out the door. He can see the way his words hit the senator’s ears and work their way through his brain, the way his mind collects them and processes them. Bucky almost expects a sharp retort, a push for Bucky’s filthier thoughts, so he’s sure his surprise is transparent when Steve says, “Alright, noted.”
What does that even mean?
“Also,” Bucky starts, pushing his luck and utilizing the courage that hasn’t let him down during this conversation. “You uh…you looked really fucking hot.”
Steve smirks because of course he does.
“Yeah?”
Bucky licks his lips, the reminder of the heavy physical reaction of watching Steve’s interview making itself embarrassingly known in this inopportune time.
“Yeah, your accent was coming out like crazy. And just had to wear the chain, didn’t you? Anyone ever tell you you might be wearing the wrong shirt size?”
His words are playful, risky while they’re deep in the tasks for the workday in Steve’s office, but the senator meets Bucky’s eyes and purrs out, “Sure got a lot of complaints for finding me really fucking hot, sweetheart.”
Bucky swears Steve goes out of his way to utter the endearment with more of his natural Boston accent than is both normal and necessary.
“Besides, you love suckin’ on my chain when I fuck you,” the senator retorts as he turns his attention back to his computer and, fuck, Bucky almost goes cross-eyed at the visual that slams into his mind, both right behind his eyes and right between his legs.
“And no— no one has ever complained about my shirt size. Can’t imagine you’re gonna be the first to do so with how stupid lookin' at my tight shirts makes you anyway..”
Why can’t Bucky have the upperhand just once?
He huffs without realizing it, feels his insides vibrate around with the sass and snap he wants to let loose but doesn’t have the focus to. He’s almost frustrated with how hot this conversation became, with how easy it was for Steve to take control of it and spin it in his favor. He’s so easy for this man, is truly the slut that Steve points out that he is, is—
“Bucky,” Steve damn near coos, glancing back over his shoulder as if he can hear the careening train of thought in his head. Bucky squints at his sugary sweet tone, immediately suspicious.
“Don’t get upset, baby. Don’t pout. Should have known this conversation would have ended up with you bein’ hot under that collar. How silly of you, bubba.”
It’s baby talk at its finest. It’s chiding at its finest.
It makes Bucky’s dick throb and ache between his legs.
He makes a show of refocusing his attention back to his work, shuffling and his pointed avoidance of eye contact. He does his best to ignore the creeping feeling of his blush slipping down to his neck.
“Shut up.”
Bucky barely registers the senator’s chuckle, his mumble of, “Like me bein’ soft, my ass.”
Steve hears him before he sees him. Some asshole on a motorcycle weaves in and out of traffic, generally flouting the rules of the road. As he checks the rear-view mirror and watches the guy leaning in and out of cars, his blood boils. What makes this guy think he’s so special that he can do that? Steve’s got half a mind to whip open his door to stop the guy from racing down the street.
They get separated by a traffic light, but as soon as it turns green, the guy on the bike shoots off like a rocket until he’s right next to Steve’s door. He looks into Steve’s truck but doesn’t speed up, instead keeps pace with Steve. This just makes Steve angrier.
To make matters worse, when Steve pulls off into the parking lot of his destination, so does the guy on the bike, parking two spaces over. Steve throws open his door, stomps out, and slams it shut.
“What’s wro -”
It’s as far as Steve gets because the guy takes off his helmet and Steve swears it’s like something out of a movie. The world seems to go into slow motion as the helmet comes off and the guy shakes his shoulder-length hair out. He turns to face Steve, and Steve’s jaw practically drops. Long hair, blue eyes, a bit of stubble. Totally Steve’s type.
“Hey, man,” the guy says, turning to put his helmet on the back of the bike.
“Y- you could get hurt driving like that,” Steve says. It’s the best he’s got now that he’s been struck dumb by the guy’s looks.
“Just having a bit of fun,” he says. “You going to Hops, too?” Steve nods. “Why don’t you join me for a burger and a beer?”
Steve considers it for about a half a second before saying, “Sure.” He was eating alone anyway, so why not? “I’m Steve.” He holds out a hand for the man to shake.
“Bucky.” He takes the offered hand. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”
“That’s okay,” Steve says. Not really, considering how the guy was weaving in and out of traffic, but Steve’s willig to let it slide now that he sees how hot the guy is. Which, of course, is a stupid reason to forgive a transgression, but whatever. It’s what Steve’s going with.
“I just saw you a few lights back and wanted to catch up,” the man says.
Steve furrows his brow. “Do what now?”
“I thought you were hot. I wanted to catch up to you to see if I had a shot with you.”
Well, all righty, then. That’s new.
“Do I?”
“Do you what?” Steve asks.
Bucky laughs. “Do I have a shot with you.”
Steve blushes and nods.
“Excellent. Let’s go get that beer.” Bucky swings his leg off the motorcycle, claps Steve on the back, and starts off toward the restaurant. “You comin’?”
“Yeah.” Steve jogs to catch up. Maybe lunch won’t be so bad after all.
On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me...
@howdoyousleep3
Man where do I even begin? K is the QUEEN of smut and truly has some of, if not the, hottest fics I have ever read. But they aren’t just hot, they also have such tender moments and fluff mixed in! Everyone check her out and give some love!
Hannah’s Favorites: Frat Steve and Lucky Bucky, you won’t want for nothin’, we freak on the cam, Senator Steve
To Read List: Daddy Steve (tbh I’ve read basically all of these but I think I’m missing some)
“put you on something new” - the frat!Steve x jock!Bucky College AU
I’m here tonight to tease an upcoming collaborative drabble (a “collabble”, if you will) from @the1918 and @howdoyousleep3, and to introduce you to:
Steve Rogers: Theta Phi Junior Class President
and
“Lucky Bucky” Barnes: All-Star Cornerback, Senior
Let’s meet these two fine young men...
Steve Rogers is:
Theta Phi junior class president -- and, as such, in charge of planning every kegger.
Is from Brooklyn but is a Red Sox fan (because fuck the Yankees, of course, but also his dad’s from Philly so fuck the Mets, too).
A young hunk, but no dorito. Benches 190. Tells everyone he benches 240.
That row of guys at the football games with their chests painted “W-I-L-D-C-A-T-S”? He’s the ‘W’.
Is totally, completely straight. Completely. Eats pussy like PacMan.
“Lucky Bucky” Barnes is:
Senior star cornerback on the football team. Student body celebrity.
“Lucky Bucky” was famously in the right place, right time when he recovered a red zone fumble in the last 10 seconds of the fourth quarter (first ever game he started), ran it 80 yards for a touchdown to win the game 24-21.
Jacked as shit. Benches 290. Tells everyone he benches 240.
Has a 2.9 GPA. Would have had a 3.5, if he didn’t intentionally fail econ to throw people off the scent that he’s actually not an idiot jock.
Not a frat boy, and rarely attends their parties, but when he does he's the Guest of Honor and arrives with a full entourage.
Tousled shoulder-length hair that always looks like he just took his football helmet off.
Likes what he likes. Has even let a few of the team’s freshmen suck his dick in the showers.
Probably looks something like this when he fucks:
Theta Phi’s got a big party coming up next Saturday, and it’s gonna blow the fucking roof off, because -- as Steve’s just learned -- there’s going to be one very special guest in attendance...
Read Part 1 Here on tumblr
Read the Story Here on Ao3
We really hope y’all are gonna like this, it’s something new for us both! Make sure to follow both @the1918 and @howdoyousleep3 for collabble updates :)
I would like to confirm that @riricitaa @howdoyousleep3 @ixalit, Sebastian Stan & my tumblr have all been conspiring together to turn me into a cat person! I ain't complaining 😉 But it's like I am cheating on my non-existent dream dog with all the cat-love I've been feeling lately
catch me just flooding K’s (@howdoyousleep3) dms about mafia au......I have no shame and also came up with the perfect scene. And no one can convince me otherwise.
