Such a sleepy boi.
Gloom Twilight by: @theknifeclown
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Text and context in the pictures:
[Poppet went to go see Dusty for their daily hangouts.]
Mob Poppet:“Bonjour Dusty!”
[Dusty was staining at a hammock in the corner. Popper was confused and intrigued. ]
Mob Poppet: “oh?”
[Dusty sat down.]
Mob Poppet: “who’s up there?”
[shot of the hammock in the corner.]
Mob Dusty: “yup.” (Hopper.)
Mob Poppet: “Oh? Hoppers up there?”
Mob Dusty: “yup.” (Yup.)
[A tired arachnid.]
So what specifically Hopper does in the mob can range due to his ability of being very quick and light on his feet. He’s actually quite mobile and discreet for someone in their early 40’s. While yes he’s the seamster for the group for clothes, he can also be considered medical help. He also helps out wherever Wally sees fit such as; Helping Poppy with being a little assistant in helping patch up the gang, Serving drinks to guests at the bar with Howdy and being a friendly face, to the more…. Grotesque disposal of people. But since he’s more of a helper in the mob, he’s running around doing all these jobs and not having any room to rest.
TLTR: Hopper taking a nap. (Rare.)
Mob Poppet: @cupophrogs
Mob Dusty: @clownsuu
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A Love for the (P)Ages
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Mob/Mafia AU)
Word Count: 1,170
Summary: Bucky might be the baddest mob boss in the city but he’s the softest and sweetest husband in the Universe.
Author’s Note: I just love writing super soft Mob!Bucky and I love books and then I figured why not both and while this doesn’t focus on Mob stuff just keep that tucked away 🥰Thank you so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰
Warnings: fluff, fluffs and more fluffs :)
“Why can’t you just tell me where you’re taking me?” you ask as you walk toward him.
“Because it’s a surprise doll,” he says softly, circling his arms around your waist once you’re standing between his spread legs.
“Are you going to stay in your suit?”
He nods as he toys with the hem of the tee shirt you’re wearing.
“So should I put on one of the fancy dresses you’ve bought me? Or?”
His hand slides slowly over your hip, reverently tracing the curve of your body until his fingers wrap around the back of your neck and he pulls you down toward his lips.
“Wear anything you want doll face,” he whispers against them.
“Fine,” you pout playfully before kissing him. “Don’t give anything away!”
When you step out of your walk-in closet you find him at the mirror above the dresser fixing his tie. You meet him and reach out as if to help but instead start to undo it. He raises a questioning eyebrow but doesn’t protest.
Once his tie is off you drape it carefully over the dresser and open the first two buttons of his shirt then fix the collar. Your fingers toy with the chain that hangs around his neck, the one you gifted him, and you straighten the pendant at the end.
“There,” you say happily. “I love when you have it open like this…although, all the other women do too so I’m sure I’m going to be giving out plenty of dirty looks wherever we end up going.”
He chuckles and drags you into his chest, wrapping you up in his arms until he can run his nose along your throat with a soft inhale.
“Jealous baby doll?” he teases when he reaches the shell of your ear.
“Maybe just a little,” you admit on a gasp.
“It’s only fair doll considering every man that lays eyes on you can’t seem to peel them away unless I punch them in the face.”
Your grin is wicked when you say, “well, I’m definitely something to look at.”
“You are the one and only thing worth looking at,” he murmurs as he steps back and his eyes sweep over you.
You soften at his words, linking your fingers with his as he tugs you out of the room.
“Now, let’s go because I have a feeling you’re going to want to spend a lot of time where I’m taking you.”
With his arm secured tightly around your waist and your eyes squeezed shut Bucky leads you toward your surprise.
“Now don’t open them until I say so, ok?”
“Ok,” you answer, digging your teeth into your bottom lip with excitement.
He opens a door to usher you inside and the moment you take that first step a wave of enchantment washes over you, carrying the aroma of aged leather and dusty pages.
His lips meet your ear and he whispers, “open up doll.”
Your eyes pop open and fill with the soft golden glow from the antique lamps that line the walls.
“Bucky!” you whisper shout, unable to take your eyes off the books but squeezing his hand tightly. “It’s amazing!”
You rush forward, tugging on his hand but he stops you with a gentle pull and you turn to look at him.
The corner of his mouth lifts into a boyish smirk and he crooks his finger. When you step into his embrace he dips his head and brushes his lips against yours.
“There’s only one rule while you’re here,” he whispers.
Your arms circle his neck and you smile. “And what’s that?”
“A kiss for every book I buy you.”
“What if I buy one hundred,” you giggle.
“Then lucky me,” he says with a wink.
You press yourself closer and pepper his face with kisses then finally find his lips. He’s reluctant to let you go but you hold his hand as you start to meander through the labyrinth of wooden shelves that are lined with books and seem to stretch on endlessly.
The old, wooden floor is worn from the traffic of numerous readers and you can’t help but run your fingertips along the spines of the books as you peruse the shelves as one of them.
“I don’t know where to begin,” you say softly, peeking over your shoulder at Bucky.
He smiles sweetly, his eyes trained on you and the joy you’re expressing.
“Take as long as you want doll.”
The urge to kiss him all over again is strong and so you grab the next book your fingers find and pull it from the shelf. As you flip through it you take slow steps toward him until your standing close enough that you can feel his warmth.
You open the book, carefully thumbing through the pages before lifting it to your nose and inhaling it’s scent.
“Oh I’m definitely getting this one!”
Without another word you hold it up for him and he takes a deep inhale. “Smells good.”
“Right!” you cheer with as much excitement as you can quietly. “And look, it’s a romance!”
He reads the title and his smile widens as he leans in for his kiss. It starts off slow and sweet, his lips a whisper against yours but when you press yourself closer and slide your hands over his chest, he closes the distance, pushing you toward the shelves until your back hits the dusty wood.
His fingers dance up your arm, tracing the curve of your shoulder and grazing your collarbone before his thumb presses under your chin and he tilts your head back to trail kisses along your throat.
“Bucky,” you breathe out, your fingers clenching the expensive fabric of his shirt. “Someone might see.”
“That’s ok baby doll,” he croons, finding your lips again. “I own the place.”
You suck in a breath and look him in the eyes.
“You…you own it.”
He nods and gathers you in his arms as he presses soft kisses to your face.
“You bought me a bookshop?”
“I did,” he states as if it’s nothing. “And don’t worry, the previous owners were perfectly happy with the agreement considering they were ready to retire and I promised I wouldn’t change anything about it other than the necessary upgrades.”
“I…” you stammer. “I just…I can’t believe it!”
“And you haven’t even seen the rest of it yet. You’re gonna love all the reading nooks and there’s a hidden attic that we can renovate into whatever you want.”
He kisses you again but before it starts to heat up you nibble his bottom lip and ask, “how many books do you think are in here?”
His smirk is wicked. “Oh there must be thousands of them doll face.”
“That’s a lot of kisses,” you purr.
He rests his hands against the bookshelf on either side of your head, trapping you in place as his face inches closer and his gaze falls to your mouth.
“It’ll never be enough,” he murmurs, brushing his lips along yours.
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