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Kate // 18+ only

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😍 Hello gorgeous! 

I’m Kate, she/her. 🐍 I mostly post about Wolfstar, Dramione and Steve/Bucky. 

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[midnightinshadow]

[ssserpensortiaaa]

Pairing: CEO Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

A/N: Just an innocent little Atonement inspired drabble 👀 I'm obsessed with an older Steve Rogers, so competent and calmly confident it just rolls off him in waves and devastates anyone on the receiving end, and a young and cocky Bucky who is rich, spoiled and knows he's hot shit. 🔥

From: <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Subject: DELETE LATER Time: 11:59pm

Rogers, I need you to shave that beard before I lose my mind. It makes me want to get on my knees, and I never fucking do that. But for you I think I'd do it right in the middle of the office, if you asked me to. It's that bad. Bet I'd go soft in the head the fuckin second I saw your cock. I’d beg you for it. Get on my knees and open wide like a good boy. Fuck, it's not fair. I get so hard thinking about it, I can't do anything else. Fuck you for doing this to me. I could make it so good for you, take it so deep. I need you to lose the beard or let me show you. All fucking yours, James Barnes

Steve reads the words one last time just to prove that he hasn’t made a mistake.

He hasn’t. He doesn’t make mistakes.

He turns off his phone screen, tucks it into the inside pocket of his blazer.

He can’t do anything about this, he reminds himself, as he slides into the plush backseat of his car. He shouldn’t do anything about it.

His driver pulls away and he drums his fingers on the armrest.

He could take it to HR, of course.

But he doesn’t want to do that. Not at all. It wouldn’t resolve the issue in a way that was even close to what he wanted.

Steve’s fingers twitch. He checks his watch. A ten minute drive to the venue at most, another ten to have a drink in his hand.

He could pull James aside. Show him the message. Watch him squirm as the realization hits him. Nobody sends emails at 11:59pm with the subject line: ‘delete later’ on purpose. Certainly not ones like that.

Only, every scenario he could picture, every single one that involved pulling James aside, ended in his mind wandering and his cock twitching.

I’d beg you for it.

No, he can’t be trusted. Could get in all sorts of trouble.

All he could do, all he could possibly do, was keep quiet and enjoy the knowledge that James Barnes wants Steve’s cock in his mouth.

And God does Steve enjoy that thought.

He stretches his legs out, lets his head drop back against the seat.

James had always stood out to Steve. He was young and hungry, already managing several people older than himself, charming each and every one of them with those striking blue eyes of his.

But he's cocky, too. Probably a side effect of being both unreasonably attractive and the heir to an obscene amount of money. Steve had put him in his place more than once.

Only now he was going to enjoy doing that so much more.

God, Steve wanted to own him. He wanted to watch and learn every little thing until he could tell exactly what that pretty little head was thinking, just so he could say the right words across the boardroom table to make his eyes flicker and his cock twitch. He wanted to bend him over his desk and spend his lunchtimes taking him apart piece by piece.

Steve swallows, realising his mind has wandered and his pants are tight again.

He would have to work on that.

“You know, when Nat said you were insanely hot, I thought she was just bigging you up...”

Bucky’s eyes flick to his date. He knows where this is going but he plays along. Drags his bottom lip between his teeth. Tilts his head.

“Yeah? And what do you think now?”

“I think she understated it.”

Bucky smiles in a slow, calculated kind of way. “Bet you say that to all the boys.”

His date still hasn’t looked away. In fact, he’s probably about to lean in.

Bucky grabs a flute of champagne from a passing waiter and starts draining it.

It’s too soon for leaning in.

The sharp taste reminds him of last night. Of sitting alone in his apartment drinking too much wine and fantasizing about his boss. Well, his boss’s boss.

Bucky settles down and focuses back in on his date. He needs this. Needs to focus on someone actually attainable. At least to get some of this pent up energy out.

“So, what else did Nat tell you about me?” Bucky looks up through his eyelashes.

The guy in front of him is not unattractive. He’s got sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, carefully trimmed stubble. He’s wearing a blue shirt, unbuttoned at the collar and slacks. He’s Bucky’s type, for sure.

“Oh just that you work too much” He grins, gesturing around the room to prove his point.

This was, technically, work. But these ‘networking’ events were mostly about showing face, drinking the free champagne and gently schmoozing anyone Bucky needed favours from.

Only tonight Bucky doesn't really need any favours. Just a fucking orgasm.

Bucky shrugs, smiling. “I guess I can’t argue with that.” And then; “I like to do well.”

It would help if he could remember his date’s name.

“I can see that.”

Bucky’s eyes flicker away awkwardly and catch on a new sight that almost makes his mouth drop open.

Steve Rogers entering the room in an all-black suit is probably enough to knock him out.

Jesusfuckingchrist how was it that he could wear something so wholly appropriate for a work event, and at the same time look like he was dripping in sex?

He doesn’t make it three steps in the door before people are walking up to him, shaking his hand, falling into step next to him. Women, as well, which makes Bucky’s stomach turn. Someone blocks Bucky’s view and he drags his eyes back to his date.

He suddenly realises why Nat has picked this particular guy to set him up with and almost laughs.

He’s a knock off Steve Rogers.

It’s insane he didn’t realise sooner.

“Shall we go to the bar? I’m not a champagne fan.”

Bucky can’t compute why someone wouldn’t like champagne, but he nods anyway and lets his date slip a hand against the small of his back and guide them through the crowd. He’s already decided that he’s going to let this man take him home.

Getting laid has become a priority for him ever since Steve Rogers grew that fucking beard. It’s like it sent him into heat or something, Jesus.

He’s always found Steve attractive, don't get him wrong. Right from the first time he was introduced, Steve shook his hand and Bucky struggled to let go. He'd wanted to get on his knees right there and then. Steve is just… everything Bucky finds attractive. His build (fucking huge) his face (insanely handsome) but also his personality, the power that rolls off him, the calm collection. The slight hint of condescension Bucky sometimes hears in meetings makes his toes curl.

His promotion only made it worse. Well, that and the new beard which is, to be fair, insanely hot.

Bucky is a head of department now, which means he has a seat at the big table. And that means he sees Steve every week, listens to him telling people what to do every week, or holding his ground with the other directors on choices he doesn’t agree with. And every time it makes him sink helplessly further into his obsession.

Bucky is so deep in his thoughts and so busy downing his second flute of champagne to hide it that he almost chokes when he feels a hand on his shoulder and a low voice near his ear.

“Easy now, Barnes.”

Shit. He coughs, splutters a little and is sure it’s tinging his cheeks pink.

Bucky can feel the hefty presence behind him, knows it’s Steve from the sound of his voice, that delicious fucking smell.

And it’s not like Steve could have heard his thoughts, but Bucky feels caught nonetheless.

He has to force himself to step away, to turn and look at him like a normal person.

Only that doesn’t help in the slightest. He lets out another, utterly pathetic-sounding choke.

“Steven” He gets out, gesturing to the guy who’s name he’s already forgotten. “This is my date…”

The sentence hangs awkwardly in the air until his date leans forward and shakes Steve’s hand.

“William.” He supplies.

Steve’s eyebrows have knit together, and he looks William up and down in a way that makes him shrink under the taller man’s gaze.

“Always nice to meet a friend of James. And how long have you two been dating?” He asks, so directly it makes Bucky’s stomach flip.

“Oh, about 20 minutes now.” William, to his credit, breezes back.

The two men have yet to break eye contact. It makes the hair on the back of Bucky’s neck stand on end.

“Well, enjoy the night.” Steve nods at each of them. “James. William.”

Bucky blinks. Was that odd? It felt odd.

His date is muttering something about homophobia and old boys clubs, but he's categorically wrong. Steve isn't like that, Bucky would know by now.

Bucky forces himself to focus on William, who's already steering them back toward a high table with a hand that's found its way to the small of his back. The touch is warm, confident, and Bucky tries to lean into it.

"So, who else do you know here, James?" Will asks with a smirk.

Bucky smiles and shakes his head "Call me Bucky, all my friends do."

"Is that what we are? Friends?" Will flashes his teeth.

Bucky rolls his eyes and shamelessly flirts his way through the next hour, pausing only to introduce Will around where politeness requires - Sam from Legal, a few analysts whose names Bucky has to dig deep in his brain for. To his credit, Will plays the part well, charming and attentive, laughing at the right moments. His hand never strays far, fingers occasionally squeezing at Bucky's waist in a way that sends a pleasant enough shiver down his spine.

It doesn't feel bad. Not at all. Will is taller than him by a couple inches, broad-shouldered, the kind of build that promises he knows what he's doing. He'll probably be great in bed, Bucky thinks distantly.

But eventually, despite his best efforts, his eyes drift across the room again, catching on Steve's profile as he talks to someone from the board. Even from here, Bucky can see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw is set.

"Hey." Will's voice pulls him back, thumb rubbing a small circle against his hip. “C’mon, I know what’ll really piss him off.”

Will grins and reaches for Bucky’s chin, tilting it towards him so he can land a kiss, confident and quick. His lips are soft, and Bucky likes being manhandled enough that he sinks into it on instinct, eyes slipping closed for a few brief seconds as he responds.

It's a good kiss. The combination of Will's forwardness, the slight edge of kissing this man at a work function, and the soft buzz of champagne in his veins all combines in a pleasant little thrill.

But it's nothing, really nothing, compared to what rolls through him next.

Because when he opens his eyes, it's Steve he sees. Blazing back at him from across the room.

And it's unmistakable, surely.

Bucky can hardly explain it, but something in that look is primal. Not anger, not prim corporate indignance at his inappropriate conduct. No, in that moment, it reads like a flash of jealousy.

And that lights Bucky's entire body on fire.

Enough that he decides to do something entirely stupid.

He snakes a hand around Will’s neck and pulls him back in. But he doesn’t close his eyes again, doesn’t even blink as he stares directly at Steve.

The next moment tilts Bucky's world to a different axis. Steve doesn't look away. Instead he squares his shoulders slightly, tilts his chin up and smirks. It's the tinest thing, his eyebrows are still pinched together in displeasure, but Bucky sees it. It hits him like a wave, and between that look and the feel of Will's lips on his, Bucky is spinning out.

It's like they're kissing. Like Bucky is finally getting everything he fucking wants. Everything he deserves.

Every second of it has Bucky soaring, his knees almost buckling with the intensity. The look in Steve's eyes feels like a promise - that Bucky is a problem, Steve's problem, and he's going to be dealt with.

But it's Will, pulling back and blocking his view, that kicks him back to reality.

A reality that feels like a punch in the gut and a bucket of ice water dumped on his head.

Fuck, he was delusional, wasn't he? Had he seriously just eye fucked Steve Rogers while making out with a man he'd just met? Convinced himself Steve had been reciprocating, instead of just marveling at his insane levels of impertinence? Christ, Bucky needed to get a grip.

Will is grinning, unaware of Bucky's internal meltdown. “Wanna get out of here?”

Shit, right, of course. He’d sent all the right (or wrong) signals.

Bucky is half hard in his pants. Knows he could get off just at the thought of Steve looking at him - however he had looked at him - while they kissed. He also knows that he's probably done for if he stays here any longer - he's intoxicated from the whole thing and he'll probably do something insane like try to proposition Steve in a room full of fucking coworkers.

He needs to get out, now.

“I-yeah. Yes. Let's go.”

He leaves without looking back.

Steve huffs as he slides into his car.

Of all the things he’d expected tonight, James showing up with a date hadn’t even crossed his mind. James leaving with the date was out of the question. Re-reading that email is a bad idea given the circumstances, but his eyes scan it again anyway.

I’d beg you for it. Get on my knees and open wide like a good boy.

Steve would bet his considerable life savings that James was not a good boy. He was too cocky, too impatient.

The begging part, though, was different. Steve was confident he could have him pleading like a little puppy in, what, an hour, maybe? He'd look so pretty begging.

Hypothetically, of course.

I need you to lose the beard or let me show you.

This, however, was unacceptable. He needed to be put in his place. Needed Steve to show him.

Steve's fingers had typed and hit send on the message before he could stop and realise what a monumental fuck up he’d just made.

From: <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Reply: RE: DELETE LATER Time: 11:05pm

I'm not losing the beard, James.

[unearthlydust]

SEBASTIAN STAN ENDINGS, BEGINNINGS

[ssserpensortiaaa]

Just because I haven't posted in five years doesn't mean I'm not still thinking about the blorbos

[samwwise]

lord of the rings really was lightning in a bottle. it shouldn’t have worked but by god it did. peter jackson, who had no filmmaking education and was mostly known for making low budget splatter movies, had no business going out and changing the movie industry like that but he did. return of the king showed up at the oscars and became one of the most awarded movies of all time. to this day it holds the record for the highest clean sweep. hollywood will keep trying to recreate that magic with bigger budgets and high profile actors and they will keep failing. i look at the state of these blockbusters where everything is smoothed over by soulless cgi and actors are acting opposite tennis balls and they will never hold a candle to the pure heart and soul and craft of the lord of the rings. every single person involved in that project loved being part of it and it fucking shows. i’m so thankful the stars aligned the way they did for these movies to happen like that.

[gratefulturbot]

i DON'T need them to kiss i need them to come to the sobering realisation that their souls are merged and no part of them is extricable from the other anymore

[dhr-advent]

Unapologetic Impertinence by Zeebee3

Unapologetic Impertinence (4980 words) by Zeebee3 Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Post-Hogwarts, Reformed Draco Malfoy, Shopboy Draco Malfoy, Petty Thief Hermione Granger, Banter, Hermione is a bit like the neighborhood cat who keeps coming in and after a while you set food out and hope it stays forever, Yearning, Pining, in case it wasn't clear:, Simp Draco Malfoy, begrudging friends to lovers, Mistletoe, Kissing Under The Mistletoe, First Kiss, Falling In Love, POV Draco Malfoy, Community: dhr_advent, D/Hr Advent 2025 Summary:

“Malfoy?”

God. He hasn’t heard her say his name in years, and certainly not with so little derision.

“Granger,” he returns, paying her the same courtesy.

She steps closer and a small part of him relishes the fact he’s distracted her from what was evidently a single-minded pursuit.

“What’re you doing here?” she demands.

“In my shop?” He leans his hip against the counter and crosses his arms over his chest. “Commerce, I expect.”

---

Or, when Draco owns an apothecary and Hermione can't bring herself to pay.

Written for D/Hr Advent 2025

[inverted-typo]

Why Hermione feels safe enough to walk through the Ministry to dismantle all the old and corrupted legislature.

I blacked out making this I do believe

[ivmaruva]

“Together” 🫂

[mina-logan]

[delphinusdelphis]

There have been a lot of spam comments on AO3 recently, and they have been changing tact almost daily to try and avoid the spam filters. And the latest iteration is flowery and generic compliments with embedded links in them. At risk of teaching anyone to suck eggs, don't click on random links, especially from AI troll bots in comment sections. There could be any number of unpleasant or malicious things through those links. Readers be wary, authors I know it's a massive pain but try to report as spam ASAP so the filter system can sink it's teeth into this one.

[howdoyousleep3]

“Oh my god, hi…hi,” he stutters out like an idiot even though he finds himself smiling, a grin slipping across his face, the feeling of it spreading all throughout his body.  He expects a handshake maybe, if he’s lucky a hug. God, he wants to touch Steve. Would he be okay with that? But what he doesn’t expect is for Steve to close the distance between them in two long strides, wrap the largest set of hands Bucky’s ever felt on his body around his thighs, and lift him straight off the ground.

rating: Explicit (E) notable tags: Developing Relationship, Sex Worker Bucky Barnes, Sex Worker Steve Rogers, Public Displays of Affection, Voyeurism, Bathroom Sex, Daddy Kink, Size Kink, Dirty Talk, Feminization, Hurt/Comfort, Anal Sex author's note: Here we go; the long awaited return. Shout out to my Patrons for choosing this as the work I focus on. ❤️ The first part, we freak on the cam, can be read here. This second part will consist of five chapters.

Read on Ao3 ❤️

[howdoyousleep3]

chapter 2 is posted ❤️

[howdoyousleep3]

chapter 3 is posted ❤️

[howdoyousleep3]

chapter 4 is posted ❤️

[ssserpensortiaaa]

Every time I see an update to this fic I do a little gasp and a happy dance, absolutely incredible mama K, I cannot wait to see how the hell Bucky manages to not fully melt into a puddle on the floor during his live show oh MY <3 <3 <3 <3

[landbeorht]

The blues of morning. A little play with limited palette — Draco and Hermione

[mina-logan]

The fake dating plan is going well.

[slyssnakes]

scribbl @the-forbidden-forest

[slyssnakes]

and tables turned

[ivmaruva]

Jealous Prick 🤨

You best believe something extremely inappropriate is about to go down. What do you think he’s about to pull out from his inside breast pocket?

I could eat this type for scenes for breakfast lunch and dinner. 🤌😮‍💨

Color version on ptreon.