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Ruby Garden Series

BDSM Club - various characters
Summary: Separate stories will focus on a different a pairing and have its own summary. The main background is that it all takes place in a private club Ruby Garden which caters to bdsm community.
Warnings: each part will get its separate warnings, but in general: BDSM themes; D/s dynamic; Dom/sub; spanking and other impact play; oral; anal; orgasm control; edging; sex toys; power imbalance; ssc - safe sane consensual;
Dom!Andy Barber
Dom!Ari Levinson
Dom!Steve Rogers
Dom!Lloyd Hansen
Dom!Nick Fowler
Dom!Bucky Barnes + Dom!Curtis Everett
Dom!Ransom Drysdale
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Yeah y’all better keep writing them thunderbolts x reader fics


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I am spoiling the live action Lilo & Stitch. And I am doing it up front and plainly.
Do not fucking see this movie. Do not waste your money on this. Period.
They made Nani give Lilo up to the American government. They made Nani LEAVE Hawaii and pursue being a marine biologist. They made a native Hawaiian character give up her sibling to pursue a dream that she originally did not have. This is imperialist propaganda at its FINEST.
The original fucking movie is about family staying together. It's about indigenous people being able to stay with each other and stay in their home and be together! That's the whole fucking point! Nani is Lilo's last living relative on her homeland—it is jarring, it is disgusting and disturbing that Nani would not only leave her last blood relative alone, give her up to the very government that is harming native Hawaiians TODAY, but also travel to the "mainland" for her dream!
Not to mention, Nani's actress isn't fucking Hawaiian. She's much paler in photos and real life. They fucking darkened her for this movie.
Don't even get me started on the transgender subtext of Pleakley's "human" disguise from the original movie being completely erased in favor of him being played by a regular ass white man. Jumba doesn't have his accent, they made him more villainous, and his "human" disguise is a non-fat white man—which part of his original joke, I know, is that he was bigger and was more clumsy in the movie because of his size, but to have the main shape of his character completely removed is also fucking weird.
This live action movie is a desecration to the original. I encourage you to not see it, please. Don't give Disney any of your money on this one. Just watch the original. Please just watch the original.
The new message in the live action movie is disturbing and gross.
This is one of the most disrespectful live actions I've seen and heard of. I implore you to not watch it.
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happy father’s day to all the fictional men i wanna make a father <3
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Meeeee
Reader: *kisses Voids forehead*
Live team reaction:

Alexei: abolufrly not.
You: you’re not my dad.
Alexei: well I am now your dad, and you’re not dating him *points to void*
You: I so fucking am!
Ava: you’re not. Don’t kiss the void!
Yelena: don’t do it.
John: don’t kiss the-
You:*kisses the void, fully on the lips*
Alexei: *gasps* they kissed the void!
You: *giddy as fuck* I kissed the void!
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my best tip for anyone trying to get back into reading is to remember that you can read books to avoid other responsibilities in ur life and it can become a vice if you play your cards right
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hey yeah I did the BDSM test and it says I'm adorable and you should call me your little princess and kiss my forehead
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Eu quero! Me dê, me dê!
DAVID CORENSWET as CLARK KENT/SUPERMAN SUPERMAN (2025) dir. James Gunn
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when tumblr dies i'll live under your bed and you can say out loud what you would post and i will say LIKE or REBLOG it'll be just like we're still here
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Being reasonable, Rolls-Royce is a mom car brand rich mom car
Bucky is right 😂
Why can I see Malyshka asking for a “mom car” thinking she’ll get a Honda but instead he gets her a Rolls Royce
She has to be very specific when asking for things because she knows how Bucky gets.
And even that doesn't work.
He might nod and smile when she asks for a simple "mom car", make it seem like he's agreeing to he request for something reasonable, and for him to be reasonable. "Just need something simole to take Bumblebee to preschool and ballet."
The second the conversation is over, he's calling the Rolls-Royce dealership. He's arranging for them to bring a few of their latest models to the house for her to test drive.
Bucky chuckles under his breath, amused by the idea of letting his beautiful wife ride in anything but the absolute best. No. She's getting a Rolls Royce Spectre. All she needs to do is pick the color she wants. He is a reasonable man after all.
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Through the Noise

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x Autistic!Fem!Reader
Warnings: social anxiety, overwhelm, autism, power dynamics MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
WC: 1.4k

a/n: this is my first time writing a fanfic in English, this is my third language so please be patient with me and I hope you enjoy the fanfic

Chapter summary: At a Manhattan gala celebrating the launch of a noise-cancellation headset, CEO Bucky Barnes meets Plum, the innovative engineer behind the idea. Initially nervous, Plum warms up as Bucky shows genuine admiration for her work. As they bond over shared passions, the evening hints at a deeper connection between them.

Chapter 1 - A New Frequency
The luxurious Manhattan ballroom glimmered under a cascade of crystal chandeliers. Guests clad in sleek suits and elegant gowns mingled, champagne flutes in hand, their laughter and chatter blending into a cacophony that could easily overwhelm someone unprepared for it.
It was a grand evening for Barnes Technology, a celebration of their latest groundbreaking invention: a headset with selective noise cancellation. Designed to revolutionize the lives of those with hearing sensitivity, the headset was a marvel of technology, a testament to the company's innovation—and the vision of its CEO, Bucky Barnes.
Bucky stood by the bar, his sharp navy-blue suit fitting him perfectly. He exuded confidence, but his steel-blue eyes held a flicker of something more—an ever-present intensity that made him as intimidating as he was magnetic. A tumbler of whiskey rested in his hand, untouched, as he observed the room with quiet detachment. These parties were a necessity for someone in his position, but the glittering facades of wealth and charm rarely interested him.
Tonight, though, was different. Tonight, he was here to meet her.
Plum.
The name rolled through his mind like a melody. He hadn’t met her yet, but he’d read everything about her—a brilliant engineer and creative mind who had sold the idea for the headset to his company. The concept had been revolutionary, and it hadn’t taken long for Barnes Technology to bring it to life. Her work had been meticulous, her vision clear, and her understanding of the challenges faced by people with disabilities deeply personal.
She was here somewhere, a guest of honor at the party, though she had insisted on keeping her identity discreet.
Across the room, Plum stood near the edge of the crowd, fingers fidgeting with the hem of her dress. The soft plum-colored fabric—a nod to her nickname—flowed around her in gentle waves, and her hair was swept back in a way that framed her expressive face.
She had always been wary of events like this—crowded, noisy, unpredictable. But this invention was personal to her, a reflection of her own struggles as an autistic woman navigating a world that often felt too loud, too overwhelming.
When Barnes Technology had reached out to purchase her concept, she’d been hesitant. The idea had been her lifeline, something she’d worked on to make her own life easier. But when she’d read about the company and its CEO, she’d been intrigued. Bucky Barnes was known not just for his business acumen but for his commitment to creating technology that empowered people.
She hadn’t expected an invitation to the launch party, and she certainly hadn’t expected Bucky himself to request her presence.
Taking a deep breath, Plum scanned the room. She knew she should introduce herself to him—after all, it was his team that had brought her idea to life—but the thought of approaching the enigmatic CEO was daunting. She was no stranger to imposter syndrome, and being surrounded by some of the brightest minds in the industry only amplified it.
“Champagne?” A waiter appeared at her side, breaking her train of thought.
“No, thank you,” she replied softly, her voice almost drowned out by the ambient noise.
“You don’t drink either?”
The voice was smooth, warm, and surprisingly close. Plum turned her head to find herself face-to-face with Bucky Barnes.
Her breath hitched. He was taller than she’d expected, his presence commanding without being overbearing. Up close, his eyes were even more striking, like shards of ice tempered by fire.
“I, uh… no,” she stammered, her cheeks flushing. “Not really my thing.”
“Same here.” He offered her a small smile, setting his untouched whiskey on a nearby table. “Too many things can go wrong when you’re not fully in control.”
Plum nodded, unsure of what to say. She hadn’t expected him to approach her, let alone strike up a conversation.
“I’m Bucky Barnes,” he said, extending a hand.
“I know,” she replied, shaking his hand. His grip was firm but not overwhelming, his metal fingers cool against her skin. “I’m Plum.”
“I know,” he echoed, his smile widening.
She blinked, taken aback. “You… you do?”
“Of course. You’re the reason we’re all here tonight. Your idea was brilliant.”
Plum’s heart fluttered at the compliment, though she wasn’t sure if it was his words or the way he said them that affected her more.
“It wasn’t just me,” she said quickly, glancing down. “Your team did all the hard work.”
“Don’t sell yourself short,” he countered. “Without your vision, none of this would exist.”
Plum met his gaze, and for a moment, the noise of the party seemed to fade into the background. There was something about the way he looked at her—steady, sincere, as if she were the only person in the room.
“So, what do you think of the final product?” he asked, gesturing toward the display where the headset was showcased.
“It’s incredible,” she said, her eyes lighting up. “You stayed true to the concept, but the execution… it’s better than I ever imagined.”
Bucky’s expression softened at her enthusiasm. “I’m glad you think so. Your feedback was invaluable during development.”
Plum’s brow furrowed. “But I didn’t…” She trailed off, realization dawning on her. “The emails. You read them.”
“Every single one,” he confirmed. “You didn’t think I’d let those insights go to waste, did you?”
She laughed softly, a sound that made Bucky’s chest tighten in an unfamiliar way.
“I didn’t think the CEO of a multimillion-dollar company would have the time,” she admitted.
“I make time for what matters,” he said simply, his tone making it clear that she was included in that category.
Plum’s cheeks grew warmer, and she looked away, unsure of how to respond.
“Would you like to see the prototypes up close?” Bucky asked, sensing her discomfort and wanting to put her at ease.
“I’d love to,” she said, grateful for the change in topic.
He led her toward a quieter corner of the room where the headsets were displayed. As they walked, Plum couldn’t help but notice the way people stepped aside for him, their expressions a mix of respect and awe.
“You have quite the presence,” she remarked.
He glanced at her, amused. “Is that a polite way of saying I’m intimidating?”
“Maybe,” she said, her lips curving into a small smile.
He chuckled, a low, rich sound that sent a shiver down her spine.
When they reached the display, Bucky picked up one of the headsets and handed it to her. “Go ahead, try it out.”
Plum hesitated, then slipped the sleek device over her ears. She adjusted the settings using the touch controls, marveling at how intuitive they were.
Within seconds, the noise of the party faded, replaced by a gentle hum that was far more manageable. Her shoulders relaxed, and she let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.
“It’s perfect,” she said, her voice tinged with awe.
Bucky watched her, captivated by the way her entire demeanor shifted. “It looks like it was made for you,” he said softly.
Plum glanced up at him, her heart skipping a beat at the intensity in his gaze. For a moment, she forgot about the party, the noise, and the crowd. It was just the two of them, standing in a bubble of quiet understanding.
“Thank you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“For what?” he asked.
“For seeing the value in this. For believing in me.”
Bucky’s expression softened, and he took a step closer. “Plum, you deserve to be believed in. Don’t ever doubt that.”
The sincerity in his words took her breath away, and for the first time that evening, she felt like she truly belonged.
As the night wore on, they continued to talk, their conversation flowing effortlessly. They discussed everything from technology to their favorite books, discovering shared interests and mutual respect.
By the end of the evening, Plum realized that Bucky Barnes wasn’t just the brilliant CEO she had admired from afar. He was kind, thoughtful, and—much to her surprise—deeply interested in her.
And as Bucky watched Plum leave the party, her plum-colored dress disappearing into the night, he couldn’t help but feel that his life had just shifted in a way he hadn’t anticipated.
For the first time in a long time, he found himself looking forward to what came next.

a/n: I really hope you liked it and I will soon create a masterlist for the fanfic 😊
#bucky x reader#ceo!bucky barnes#ceo!bucky barnes x reader#CEO!Bucky Barnes x Autistic!Fem!Reader#Bucky Barnes x Autistic!Reader#autism#disabilties#bucky barnes x reader
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All k9 dogs are abused hands down if you post any pro k9 stuff on my dash you’re unfollowed I don’t care if we’ve been mutuals for years, you can claim to be anti-cop or a leftist or whatever but if you post k9 dogs with like “a good doggo! A good boy!” fuck off, if I lose followers over this then good riddance
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I lost my kitten today, she had an autoimmune disease and when I spayed her her immunity fell and she had an infection and died I'm not feeling well today, really
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