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The Happy Couple 3
Part 1 Part 2
I wasn’t going to do it. I wasn’t! But here we are. I make no promise and am just following a whim.
Summary: Your father makes a deal to marry you to his top capo. (mob au)
Warnings: dark elements such a mob business and intimidation, spanking, threats. More to be added as they become relevant. You know what I write typically so you know what to expect.
Thank you all for the encouragement and I hope you enjoy.❤️
You choose a red satin halter dress and a pair of pointed Louboutins. The diamond studs gifted to you by your father on your sweet sixteen and a sparkly clutch finish the look, giving you the confidence to face Bucky. He’s always been slightly intimidating, all of your father’s men are scary given their line of work, but his charm adds another layer of fear.
Still, your father is your father. Bucky might have his blessing but he’s not familia yet. As you come down to the foyer, the click of your heels echoing in announcement of your descent, you find him admiring the portrait of you and your father propped up on a silver-trimmed table.
He shifts his feet to face you, his attention lingering on the frame for just a second. His blue eyes flit over and you see the twitch in the corners, the crow’s feet creasing handsomely. You get to the bottom and set your jaw.
“You said something about dinner.”
“Sweetheart,” he says breathlessly, “mmph, fuckin’ christ, look at you.”
“I hope you know I’m getting dessert. I always get dessert,” you lift your nose and strut past him.
“I love dessert,” he follows you, brushing by to open the door ahead of you.
A waft of his cologne tickles your nose and you don’t look at him as you continue outside without pause. You sense his pursuit and move your hand behind you, batting him away with your clutch before he can clap your ass. You shoo him with the glittering bag and click your tongue.
“Ah!” You warn and spin on your heel, “you’re a traditional man, aren’t you?”
“Hm?” A dimple deepens in his cheek as he meets your glare with a placid grin.
“You said you’re a man of tradition. If we’re going to… be married,” you find the words hard to get out as they raise goosebumps along your skin, “then you’re going to have to slow down.”
“Slow down? What do ya mean, doll?” He reaches for you, gripping your hips as he steps close.
“This,” you touch his hand, circling two his thick fingers with all of yours, “save all that for the wedding night.”
He snorts, “you’re not serious? This isn’t 1950–”
“Oh, it isn’t? Right, then whatever my father told you is null and void, right? It’s the twenty-first century, a woman can make her own decisions.”
“Now, don’t you play with me,” he wiggles his hand free of your grasp, “we both know you’re not a virgin. Not flaunting that ass like you do.”
“Excuse me,” you gasp and put your hand to your chest, “are you questioning my virtue?”
“You are ridiculous.”
“I am?” You muse, “well, I hear there are lots of other fish in the sea. Mob wives are a dime a dozen.”
“But you aren’t, sweetheart,” he grabs you by the waist, firmly, pulling you towards him. His heat encases you as you stumble in your steep heels and push your hand and clutch to his chest, “fine, let’s be old fashioned. I’ll settle for a kiss.”
“We haven’t even gone to dinner yet.”
“You know, I don’t usually ask,” his voice turns rigid.
“Alright, fine,” you flutter your lashes as your eyes roll back, “a kiss.”
You pucker your lips and lean in. He does the same and you swivel your neck suddenly so his lips catch your cheek. You giggle and nudge him away, slipping free of him. He catches your wrist and pulls you back so stagger clumsily in your heels.
“That’s not what I asked for, sweetheart.”
“A kiss. You got a kiss.”
“Don’t,” he raises a finger as he grits his teeth, “I got a feeling your daddy didn’t give you enough spankings.”
“And yours didn’t give you enough hugs, huh?”
“Don’t think I won’t bend you over right here.”
“You wouldn’t dare–” You scoff and roll your eyes again.
Suddenly you’re spun around, off-balance in your stilettos. He twists your arm up behind you and grabs your neck with his other hand. You whimper as you stand on your toes, straining as the pressure aches in your shoulder. He pushes on you as you resist, clenching your jaw as you bite down on your anger.
“What the fuck are you–”
“You keep running that mouth,” he shoves so hard you can’t resist. You bend forward so you don’t topple completely. He pinches your neck as he lets go of your arm and trails his hand down your spine. “And I’m gonna keep teaching you lessons.”
He spreads his hand across your ass and you squirm. His fingertips reach the short hem of the dress and he pulls back, a rush of air before his palm lands. The impact stings and radiates down your thighs. You whine and reach back, trying to shield his next slap. He swats you away and gropes you meanly.
“Are you gonna be a good girl?”
“Let me go! How dare you?! My father–”
“Daddy knows the deal he made. He doesn’t need the details but I’ll be more than happy to tell him everything.”
“Get off! Now! You fucking old–”
He raises his hand and spanks you again. You yelp and teeter in your shoes, his nails digging into the sides of your neck.
“Ow, you fucker–”
“Clean up the mouth before I do,” he snarls as he kneads your ass, “old as I am, I’ll still snap you in two, doll.”
“You’re fucked–”
“Baby, this ain’t a negotiation, let’s get that straight because there’s no way you’re winning. So here’s what happens. I’m gonna give you one last tap, as a warning, and you’re gonna stand up, give me a kiss, and we’re going to have a nice dinner. You get your dessert and I get to watch you eat it. How’s that?”
You moan as his grip on your neck sends a pang up your skull and you touch his hand lightly, “alright, you’re hurting me.”
“I told you, I don’t wanna hurt you but I never said I would,” he slaps your ass again, as promised, and lets you go.
His touch glosses down your arm as you stand and rub your neck. He pulls on your elbow until you turn to him and he presents his lips in an expectant pucker. You sigh and square your shoulders. You inch closer and bring your hands up to cradle his square jaw. You close your eyes and lean in until your mouth is on his.
He purrs as his hand settles on your hips and he kisses you back. His tongue flicks across your lips before you draw away, your cheeks hot and tingly. You arch your brow and look away, trying to appear frustrated rather than flustered.
“Can we go,” you sneer, “I’m hungry.”
#bucky barnes#dark bucky barnes#dark!bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#drabble#the happy couple#dark drabble#dark!drabble#au#mob au#mcu#marvel#winter soldier#avengers#captain america#series
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can we pleaseeee see a preview of the happy couple?? Pretty please??
Haha, of course you can! I hope you enjoy <3
"The Happy Couple" - Excerpt (Loki x f!Reader)
Agent!
A voice cries out to you from somewhere in the inky darkness of your slumber, but it's tendrils still refuse to let you go, pulling you in tightly and clutching onto you until finally, you're unceremoniously ripped away from sleep entirely.
"Agent!"
You gasp awake, eyes flying open as you try to take in your surroundings only to find that you can't, because above you, to the side of you, anywhere but below you, is all Loki.
His hands are gripping your shoulders so tightly that you almost wonder if it would be possible for him to bruise you with that force alone, but your attention is demanded instead by the expression on his face, so the question fades from your mind easily long before it truly becomes realized.
Throughout your multiple day trip for the mission, the god had scarcely looked at you with anything besides utter neutrality at best, but here he was with a look of pure concern etched upon his face, his eyes wide and his breaths coming quickly as he stared down at you in what almost appeared to be shock.
"What in Odin's name is wrong with you?!"
He shouted, hands gripping a bit tighter as he pulled you up slightly, as if hoping that you might better understand the message that he was trying to convey if only you were just a little bit closer.
Perhaps in the past, you may have even believed this to be some genuine wish to have you nearer to him, but now you push that thought deep down, replacing it with memories of his strange and borderline mean behavior throughout the past few days.
You blink up at him blearily, confusion causing your mind to move far slower than it typically would, not that you could even begin to decipher what had him so worked up even with the most awake of brains at your disposal.
"Wha?"
You asked sleepily, watching as Loki all but scoffed in response, but notably still neglected to let go of you, his grip unwavering still.
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Wedding Plans: Larger 8" x 10" photo of a couple holding hands in front of a wedding dress display window.
On Etsy: www.etsy.com/listing/1439640640/
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"Become dust with me
Insignificant and everywhere..."
"The Happy Couple (Death Poem)" by Alysia Harris
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Remember the quarter-life crisis? Its prominence in the discourse harks back to a more innocent era, when stories about young urbanites couldn’t be faulted for omitting floods or wildfire smoke and when no U.S. presidential candidate actively fighting multiple felony charges had ever led polls in key battleground states.
Although Naoise Dolan’s The Happy Couple takes place in the present-day British Isles and its characters are generally aware of the dire state of the world, its characters are principally focused on understanding their own loves and libidos. The novel brings a more authentic perspective on sexuality than readers might have found a decade or two ago — both members of the eponymous couple are bisexual — but its core concerns are timeless.
That gives the book a certain universal appeal, but also presents a challenge: this is not the first will-they-or-won’t-they wedding story ever told. The author takes a kaleidoscopic approach to storytelling, rotating among the perspectives of friends and family members surrounding the eponymous pair of betrothed.
Each character intrigues, but in a relatively short novel — the audiobook runs five and a half hours — it’s hard not to feel cheated of deeper dives into the characters whose eternal happiness is most immediately in question.
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He should grow out his hair and let it be open more tbh
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Help I can’t stop taking wedding photos
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that one meme
#fionna and cake#adventure time#simon petrikov#princess bubblegum#marceline#the star#fionna and cake spoilers#gumlee#bubbline#im so happy i finally finished this like i kept redrawing it with diff couples but now#because of the star i can just make them all bubbline variants now. rejoice#mayvart
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I like books that wax lyrical about the modern version of the marriage plot. I like this contemporary lense with its realism that skews a little stressy depressy, I like the messiness, I like the many different ways it can be framed or told. I like that it is sometimes ambiguous and rarely ends well.
The writing in this is just so sublime, it is precise, complex, honest, almost cutting, it has wit and humour. I had a blast reading about this couple about to get married and their friends and family bearing witness, I loved the exploration of all these different relationships.
Honestly, this might be a right place, right time, heightened emotion reaction but I liked every minute of the happy couple.
#the happy couple#naoise dolan#student life#english literature#irish literature#book review#zoesreviews
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The Happy Couple 6
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
I make no promise and am just following a whim.
Summary: Your father makes a deal to marry you to his top capo. (mob au)
Warnings: dark elements such a mob business and intimidation, spanking, threats. More to be added as they become relevant. You know what I write typically so you know what to expect.
Thank you all for the encouragement and I hope you enjoy.❤️
"Get out, sweetheart," Bucky rests his hand on the car door, his other on his belt.
"You can't," you whine, "please…"
"Baby, I thought you understood–"
"Oh my god," your eyes are bleary as tears prick, "no, please," you cling to the seat as he grabs your other arm, his men swarming behind him in endless activity, "I can't– my father–"
"Get out of this car right now, princess, or I'll be happy to help you out."
"No," you snarl as your disbelieving grief spikes to hot fury, "no! You're despicable! A monster–"
"Your puppy dog face and tantrums aren't going to work on me," he huffs and bends, grabbing you by the back of your neck and dragging you out of the car, "you better clean up your act fast."
You stumble in your heels and fall against him. You pull your hands away from his chest and hit hit, "no! I won't behave! I won't! You lied to me– aah!"
You squeal as he lifts you suddenly, hauling you over his shoulder as you squirm and kick. Cool air flows up your skirt and tickles across your bare ass. You whimper and claw at the back of Bucky’s jacket.
"I gave you a chance to be good," he curls an arm around your legs and his other hand crawls higher, feeling along your smooth skin, "don't worry, I got a thing for taming the stubborn ones."
"Ew, get– let me go!"
"Where you gonna go, princess?" He climbs the steps to the front door, a man standing watch outside, "all your daddy's men who didn't flip got the same treatment he did."
"But–" you tug at the bottom of his jacket futilely, "why– what about me?"
He crosses the entryway and climbs the left arm of the double stairway. You jostle with his motion, your head pooling and pulsing with the rush of blood.
"I told you already. You're mine and I'll take care of you," he slaps your ass as your skirt rumbles above, offering a generous view of everything, "one way or the other."
He takes you past your bedroom and into the master, your father's room. He carries you to the bed and throws you down. You bounce and bite your tongue as you tug your skirt down to hide your naked pelvis.
"So, I'm gonna ask you one last time and I want you to think about it because this isn't something I usually ask. Let alone twice. Do we do this the hard way," he shuts the door, keeping his hand on the handle as he turns back to glance at you, "or the…harder way?"
You push yourself to the edge of the bed and pout, "Bucky, please, I'm so scared–"
"Ah, don't you try that with me," he wags his finger at you as he comes near, "I've seen it before, remember? 'Oh, daddy, please, you don't understand. I need this purse! Please can't I have your credit card?'" He mimics in an exaggerated cadence, "I got no problem with you calling me daddy but you won't play me like him," he grabs your chin and forces your head up, "got it?"
You push your bottom lip out and bat your lashes, "Bucky…"
"Shhh," he hushes you as he drags his thumb up to your lower lip, "you're only making me harder."
He pokes his thumb into your mouth and hums. He pushes down on your tongue as you stare up at him. He only wanted to get you out of the house so he could tear apart your life. It's all a trick.
You bite down on his knuckle and he yowls as he rips his hand away from you. He shakes his fingers and curses as you stand and clack on your heels around him. You hurry as fast as you can for the door but your Louboutins make each step a task.
He catches you around the waist and lifts you off your feet. He flings you around and you land once more on the bed, nearly bouncing back off. You're left dizzy by the motion and sit up quivering to face him.
"Oh, princess, you have no idea what you're getting yourself into," he unbuckles his belt and pulls it free of his pants. He folds it and snaps it between his hands, "show me that precious little ass and I'll try not to make it bleed."
"No!" You lean back on your elbows and kick out, your shoe jabbing his side. You roll over and fall off the bed, kicking free of your clunky heels.
He coughs and snarls, "you little– you're asking for it."
You turn on your knees and grab your stiletto, "leave me alone!"
You whip the shoe at him and he barely blocks it as it nearly pings off his head, "hey!" He points at you again, "settle down!"
"No, I'm not listening to you! You're just a liar!" You get to your feet, your other heel in hand, "I'm not your princess."
"You're a spoiled fucking brat," he slaps the belt against his hand as he closes in.
"No, you!" You swing and catches the heel of the shoe before it can meet his chest. He snaps off the red stiletto and you cry out, "hey! That's designer!" You swing again with the amputated sole, "how–" you hit his hand, "dare–" you hit his forearm, –you!"
He sweeps your strike away and throws out the belt like a lasso, tugging it down as it hits your head, and tightens it to the buckle. You gasp and grab the leather as it draws your fingers tight to your neck. He jerks you forward. You stumble and flail out as you collide with him.
He yanks on the belt and forces your head up. You whimper and your fingers tingle numbly as the leather digs into your neck. He smirks and snarls down at you, "this is going to be fun, baby. You just made damn sure of that."
#bucky barnes#dark bucky barnes#dark!bucky barners#bucky barnes x reader#drabble#series#the happy couple#mob au#au#mcu#marvel#avengers#dark drabble#dark!drabble#captain america#winter soldier
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Over the shoulder. 8" x 10" photo of a 1970s bride and groom posed on the grass.
https://markonpark.etsy.com/listing/1589009458
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Vivian picked up three raspberries from the plastic punnet, chewed them, and wiped the juice from her mouth. She'd told Luke she expected to be fed, and that she hated hotel food; accordingly, he'd stepped out to Sainsbury's Local. The bed served as their table. Cocktail sausages, vegetable samosas, sushi, fruit, a one-liter green smoothie carton, all laid out on a towel--a funny sort of breakfast, but those were the best.
The Happy Couple, Naoise Dolan
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HAPPY GOOD OMENS SEASON 3 RENEWAL :D
#I'M SO HAPPY :D#A bit late but I was busy the last couple of days :D#good omens#good omens 3#good omens fanart#ineffable husbands#Aziraphale#Crowley#good omens crowley
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[La coppia felice][Naoise Dolan]
Dopo il best seller mondiale “Tempi eccitanti”, "La coppia felice" è il nuovo irresistibile romanzo di Naoise Dolan, una delle più originali e talentuose giovani scrittrici di oggi.
Luke e Celine sono promessi sposi, entrambi sulla soglia dei trent’anni e cinicamente disillusi dal mondo intorno a loro. Eppure, agli occhi di chiunque li conosca, sono la perfetta coppia felice: Celine è una talentuosa pianista divisa tra esibizioni e insegnamento. Luke un giovane e rampante manager. Vivono a Dublino e hanno adottato una gatta che accudiscono con amore. Ma, mentre la data del…
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#2023#Atlantide#Atlantide Edizioni#Blu Atlantide#Claudia Durastanti#fiction#Irlanda#La coppia felice#LGBT#LGBTQ#Naoise Dolan#Narrativa#The Happy Couple
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Between Alysia's words and JP's gorgeous voice - this is still the 1 poem that holds me into place.
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