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[cleavage-55]

Sabrina Salerno

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[dresshistorynerd]

I've seen a post you've reblogged and added to, among many things about women showing nipples. Can you recommend any ref material (articles, videos, etc.) are share your knowledge about this? Cause I'm curious about that, as nowadays going out in a shirt without a bra makes you indecent, while in like 90s it was okayish? I wonder how it was in previous centuries.

There is a really cool academic paper about bare breast dresses in 17th century England specifically. I think anyone can read it by creating a free account.

Abby Cox also has a good video about the cleavage during the past 500 years in which she goes through also the nip slip phenomena.

I don't have other sources that specifically focus on this subject, though many sources about specific decades touch on it, but I do have my primary source image collection, so I can sum up the history of the bare nipple.

So my findings from primary source images (I could be wrong and maybe I just haven't found earlier examples) is that the Venetians were the first ones to show the nipple for courtly fashion. At the same time in other places in Europe they sported the early Elizabethan no-boob style that completely covered and flattened the chest. In the other corners of Italy the necklines were also low but less extreme. Venetian kirtle necklines dropped extremely low as early as 1560s and they combined extremely sheer, basically see-through partlets with their kirtle. First example below is a 1565-70 portrait of a Venetian lady with the nipples just barely covered waiting slip into view with a movement of arm. There was an even more extreme version of this with the kirtle being literally underboob style, still with a sheer doublet. Though I believe this was not quite for the respectable ladies, since I have only seen it depicted on high class courtesans. They were not exactly respectable ladies, but they did have quite good social position. The second example is a 1570s depiction of a courtesan, which is revealed by the horned hairstyle. By the end of the century this underbust style with only see through fabric covering breasts, had become respectable. In the last example it's shown on the wife of the Venetian doge in 1597.

Around the same time, at the very end of 1500s, the extremely low cut bodice fashion enters rest of Europe. The low cut style was present in the bodices of all classes, but the nipple was really only an aristocrat thing. The lower classes would cover their breasts with a partlet, that was not sheer. Bare breast was ironically from our perspective a show of innocence, youthful beauty and virtue, and to pull off the style with respect, you also had to embody those ideals. Lower class women were considered inherently vulgar and lacking virtue, so a nipple in their case was seen as indecent. Bare boobs were also a sort of status symbol, since the upper class would hire wet nurses to breastfeed their children so they could show of their youthful boobs.

Covering partlets and bodices were still also used in the first decade of 1600s by nobles and the nip slip was mostly reserved for the courtly events. The first image below is an early example of English extremely low neckline that certainly couldn't contain boobs even with a bit of movement from 1597. The 1610s started around 5 decades of fashion that showed the whole boob. The first three were the most extreme. Here's some highlights: The second image is from 1619.

Here the first, very much showing nipples, from c. 1630. The second from 1632.

The neckline would slowly and slightly rise during the next decades, but nip slips were still expected. Here's an example from 1649 and then from 1650-55. In 1660s the neckline would get still slightly higher and by 1870s it was in a not very slippable hight. The necklines would stay low for the next century, though mostly not in boob showing territory, but we'll get there. But I will say that covering the neckline in casual context was expected. Boobs were mostly for fancy occasions. It was considered vain to show off your boobs when the occasion didn't call for it and covering up during the day was necessary for a respectable lady. You wouldn't want to have tan in your milk-white skin like a poor, and also they didn't have sun screen so burning was a reasonable concern.

1720s to 1740s saw necklines that went to the nip slip territory, though they didn't go quite as low as 100 years earlier. The nipple was present in the French courtly fashion especially and rouging your nipples to enhance them was popular. Émilie Du Châtelet (1706-1749), who was an accomplished physicist and made contributions to Newtonian mechanics, was known in the French court to show off her boobies. An icon. Here she is in 1748. Here's another example from this era from 1728.

The Rococo neckline never got high, but in the middle of the century it was less low till 1770s when it plunged into new lows. In 1770s the fashion reached a saturation point, when everything was the most. This included boobs. The most boob visible. There was a change in the attitudes though. The visible boob was not a scandal, but it was risque, instead of sing of innocent and did cause offense in certain circles. I think it's because of the French revolution values gaining momentum. I talked about this in length in another post, mostly in context of masculinity, but till that point femininity and masculinity had been mostly reserved for the aristocracy. Gender performance was mostly performance of wealth. The revolutionaries constructed new masculinity and femininity, which laid the groundwork for the modern gender, in opposition to the aristocracy and their decadence. The new femininity was decent, moral and motherly, an early version of the Victorian angel of the house. The boob was present in the revolutionary imagery, but in an abstract presentation. I can't say for sure, but I think bare breasts became indecent because it was specifically fashion of the indecent French aristocracy.

Here's example somewhere from the decade and another from 1778. The neckline stayed quite low for the 1780s, but rose to cover the boobs for the 1790s.

The nipple didn't stay hidden for long but made a quick comeback in the Regency evening fashion. It was somewhat scandalous by this point, and the nipple and sheer fabrics of the Regency fashion gained much scorn and satire. The styles that were in the high danger nip slip territory and those that allowed the nipple to show through fabric, were still quite popular. The sleeves had been mid length for two centuries, but in 1790s they had made a split between evening and day wear. The evening sleeves were tiny, just covering the shoulder. Showing that would have been a little too much. Like a bare boob? A risque choice but fine. A shoulder? Straight to the horny jail. (I'm joking they did have sheer sleeves and sometimes portraits with exposed shoulder.) But long sleeves became the standard part of the day wear. Getting sun was still not acceptable for the same reasonable and unreasonable reasons. Day dresses did also usually have higher necklines or were at least worn with a chemisette to cover the neckline. Fine Indian muslin was a huge trend. It was extremely sheer and used in multiple layers to build up some cover. There were claims that a gust of wind would render the ladies practically naked, though because they were wearing their underclothing including a shift, which certainly wasn't made from the very expensive muslin, I'm guessing this was an exaggeration. Especially though in the first decade, short underboob stays were fairly popular, so combined with a muslin, nipples were seen. Here's an early 1798 example of exactly that. The short stays did disappear eventually, but in 1810s the extremely small bodices did provide nip slip opportunities, as seen in this 1811 fashion plate.

Victorian moralizing did fully kill the nip slip, though at least they were gender neutral about it. The male nipple was just as offensive to them. In 1890s, when bodybuilding became a big thing, bodybuilder men were arrested for public indecency for not wearing a shirt.

#there was also the new femininity aspect to regency nipple which had to do with breastfeeding becoming fashionable among upper class #it's about the whole motherly thing that came with the french revolution #i can't remember the book i read it from so i didn't go into it because i couldn't remember the details lol #but it did definitely have an effect to the fashion and to the perception of nipple #historical fashion #fashion history #history #dress history #fashion #answers #painting #fashion plate #renaissance fashion #elizabethan fashion #rococo fashion #baroque fashion #regency fashion #will tumblr prove itself to be again more prudish than elizabethans and label my post as mature content? #remains to be seen

[icyharrington]

55 w/ steve

86 w/ eddie

98 w/ billy

im hopefully gonna do all 3 of these, but for now im just gonna do the eddie one becauseeeee i love it and i can practically hear his voice saying it teehee :3 this is gonna be one for my plus size ladies though obviously anyone can read it !!! 

86. “don’t be shy now, sit on my face.”

contains: eddie munson x plus size reader, dirty talk, dom!eddie, insecure reader, negative self talk, foreplay 

“You are so fuckin’ hot.”

Eddie breathes his admiration against your lips, panting hungrily as you twist your tongue with his. You’re straddling him in his bed, which makes it that much easier to feel the massive protrusion growing in the front of his dark jeans; biting his lower hip teasingly, you grind your hips down against him, chuckling when he lets out a low groan.

“Lemme see you. C’mon, get up,” he urges, doe eyes practically pleading you for a show. He punctuates his request with a firm slap to your ass, causing you to jump in surprise.

It’s the third time you’re fooling around with Eddie Munson, and you can hardly believe it’s actually real, even as you go through the motions of feeling his warm skin against yours. You’d known of him vaguely throughout your time at Hawkins, and had heard (and seen) plenty of questionable things in regards to the metalhead outcast, but you likely wouldn’t have ever spoken to him under most circumstances.

He had always struck you as the type of guy who would hurl insults at girls for laughs, but he wasn’t; he was a little unhinged, sure, but after running into him at the record store one afternoon, you were startled to learn that Eddie “the freak” Munson was a genuinely nice person.

After that chance encounter, it didn’t take much at all for you to become hooked; you wound up in his bed later that evening, receiving some of the most intense orgasms of your life.

Eddie traces his fingers up your waist as you straighten out your spine, tossing your hair behind your shoulders so you can put your body on display for him. It’s almost objectifying, the way he obsesses over your soft figure, but you can’t deny that it turns you on beyond belief.

“Mhm. Yeah, take your top off for me,” Eddie murmurs, licking his lips as his eyes drink in your voluptuous frame, trailing leisurely from your stretch-marked thighs, to your curved tummy, and finally your tits, maybe his favorite part of all. They’re veiled only by your favorite band t-shirt, which you cropped yourself; the top falls to just below your chest, though when you arch your back, Eddie can see the underside of your cleavage.

You do what he says, your tits heaving with each ragged breath you take into your lungs. Eddie grins mischievously, reaching his palms to feel you up, the tips of his fingers tweaking at your hardened nipples.

“Eddie…” you sigh, and he moves to strike your ass again, squeezing firmly as he pulls you further up his body so that you’re straddling his ribcage.

You don’t put your full weight on him, fearing that you might block his airflow if you do. You usually prefer to be on the bottom, seeing that you probably aren’t as thin as the other girls he’s slept with, but Eddie is apparently unfazed by this. The first time you undressed in front of him, he’d been practically salivating at the view of your chunky legs clad in thigh-high fishnets, hips hugged lovingly in your favorite black miniskirt; even when you peeled off your top to reveal your stomach (your biggest insecurity), his interest in you only intensified.

“I wanna take pictures of you,” he says, bouncing your tits obscenely in his palms with a perverted grin. “How do you feel about being my album whore?”

“I’m sure the Corroded Coffin crowd would love to look at my fat ass every time they whip out your record to listen to,” you say sardonically, which visibly pisses Eddie off.

“The fuck did I tell you about talking like that, huh?” he snaps, gripping your hips on either side and jerking you up to his chest. “If I tell you you’re sexy, you’re sexy. Get it?”

You bite your lip at his authoritative tone, cheeks prickling. You never met a guy like Eddie before, someone so enthusiastic abut your unconventional features; all the boys you talked to in the past had seemed to treat you like a last resort, but not Eddie. Eddie makes you feel special, like you’re one of those perky cheerleaders that meander down the halls in their revealing uniforms every day, to the delight of each hormonal teen boy that they pass.

With the pressure of his eyes being fixed sternly upon you, you give in. “Fine.”

“Thaaat’s my girl.” He strokes your back affectionately, sliding down beneath you so he’s lying flatter, no longer propped up on his pillows. You shift your balance to your knees so as not to crush him as he sinks under, but he huffs, forcing you back down into a sitting position. “Where’dya think you’re going, huh? I haven’t even gotten to taste that sweet little pussy yet.”

You nearly gasp out at the crudeness of his statement, your pussy aching with need as the words leave his perfect mouth; looking down at him inquisitively, you chew at your bottom lip in thought. “You mean you want me to…“

He nods encouragingly, a wicked grin situating itself across his lips when he senses the apprehension in your demeanor. “Don’t be shy now, sit on my face.”

“Eddie, you won’t be able to breathe,” you protest, but he works at the waistband of your leopard-print panties anyways, rolling them down until most of your pelvis is exposed.

“Who needs oxygen when you can have pussy?” he smiles, his eyes half-lidded and clouded over with an urgent lust. The look on his face tells you all you need to know; he doesn’t just want you, he needs you. “C’mon, baby. You know I can handle it.”

“‘Kay, but if you suffocate to death, it’s your fault,” you warn, half-joking; he scolds you for the comment, wordlessly and with the back of his ring-adorned hand, by landing a sharp smack to your jaw. It’s not enough to hurt, really, just sting, but the sensation travels straight down to your cunt all the same.

“Get your ass up here,” he orders, and you do as you’re told, bracing yourself above his head after stripping off your underwear. He gazes at you triumphantly from where he’s situated, craning his neck to shoot you a self-satisfied smirk.

“I’m going to make you cum on my tongue now, okay? And I don’t wanna hear anything else out of that mouth unless it’s to fucking beg me for it.”

With that, he yanks you down onto his waiting tongue, just as you choke out a breathless “yes, Eddie.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #joseph quinn #stranger things #stranger things smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #mine #eddie munson x plus size reader

[izpira-se-zlato]

JO Utrecht, 20.03.24

i am woefully behind on my dash but I come bearing a gig report?

I met a lot of people I'd last seen in Groningen 💛

we had dutch fries and I got a vegan kroket (it was very tasty)

also met @autoantonyms!! Got beautiful stickers 😊💛

the queue was inside and there were toilets next to it

Our queueing experience was pretty chill since we ( @zadig-fate , @mogoce-nocoj, and @sloveniansexual) wanted balcony so it wasn't quite so bad

we feared we might get kicked out of the balcony spot but didn't (apparently it was the designated disabled spot but not actually marked as such)

really good view of the entire stage, I'll yeet my videos onto YouTube at the end of the month (once I have wifi again)

the ground was sloped, I think, so there were no "bad" spots

Kris in a super neat outfit and with his cowboy boots that give him the cuntiest of walks

Nace felt like the most "underdressed" in his lace-dangle pants, a simple white shirt and a cozy sweater on top, as well as normal sneakers and glasses

he lost the glasses during Tokio (intentionally this time – threw them at Kiki) and the sweater a little later

Bojan with the heart cutout shirt that allegedly had a kiss mark on the center of the cutout? We were too far away to make that out

Jure. Just. Jfc. we had such a good vantage point to see him, and what a sight he was. Eyeliner and chain harness and hnnng. I spent. Most of the gig just looking at him bc jfc he was gorgeous

Jan in the sparklative pants? I think? And the deep cleavage shirt. Also Janbun my beloved

super tame gig all things considered but I barely noticed bc Jure

Bojan sounds so sick. So fucking sick. Full of snot 😅

during Gola, Jan pushed Nace and chased him a bit

they were so very mobile!

Bojan and Kris did not interact at all during the gig until Bojan made Kris speak Dutch to the crowd (and strokes his arm to get his attention. For a moment I was sure Kris would still ignore him)

apparently Kris's mom was in the audience but we didn't see her so this is hearsay

Jan kept skipping around the stage, and so did Bojan. Bojan also did the Käärijä knees-up run

Nace also sprinted across the stage once 😂

aduring Demoni, Jan jumped up on the drums pedestal and played the snare drum (?)

he also played the piano during metulji and Umazane 😂 a true multi-instrumentalist

also during Demoni, Nace almost walked into Jan and Jan "threatened" him with his guitar (they're adorable)

Jan was actually drinking water during the gig

Vita came up to the balcony to shoot from there and was very distracting. Not in a bad way though 😂

another photographer came up to us and was kinda grateful when I made space so he could shoot

Umazane including intro speech was 12:55 long. Jfc Bojan.

Bojan was talking and then the rest just started Umazane. Felt a bit like they were like, it'll be long enough, pls just start

Bojan went into the crowd. Lots of non-slovene versions. Vita followed after him, which made for a funny picture from above bc there was a white spot with safety distance around him, followed by a pink light (from Vita's camera)

Nace joined part of the front row in doing the Macarena dance for a moment

Jan instigated the crab walk across the stage, and when they came back to Primož, Primož grabbed Nace's fretboard (? The thing with the pegs) before Jan came around and got to press a few buttons on the sound mixing desk

Bojan was helped back on stage but they forgot Vita in the crowd. She was still solidly in the crowd when Kiki fucked back off. I think @braveheart1418 yelled for people to make space and so she was able to slip back out, but yeah. Poor Vita

Kris interacted so much with Jan and Nace though it was pretty tame

a very professional gig all things considered

during ne bi smel (?) Jan's guitar cut out at the beginning but it didn't cause major issues, it just made the very beginning sound a little off

Bojan made Kris speak Dutch at the end. No idea what he said

during Novi val, Jure jumped onto Nace and Jan

Bojan gave Nace and Jan tulip bunches and it really felt like they were suddenly acutely aware how "just married" they looked. Queue awkward standing next to each other until Jure jumped into them

while Kris was speaking, Nace had Bojan pulled into his side, so Jan jumped into them and jfc what a picture – Bojan and Nace both dark pants/white shirt, and Jan in all black… Gorgeous

the crowd chanted "oooo" (U, for Utrecht) and Bojan thought they were booing and he was laughing off that fear afterwards, saying it's the worst nightmare for an artist

#joker out #jure macek #jure maček #jan peteh #nace jordan #kris gustin #kris guštin #bojan cvjeticanin #bojan cvjetićanin #nace ja jan #bojan ja Jan #bojan ja kris #gig report #jo utrecht #sys tour

[thebimbowhisperer]

Bimbo Musts No 1-100:

Bimbo Musts No 1: High heels

Bimbo Musts No 2: Mini skirts

Bimbo Musts No 3: Lip Fillers

Bimbo Musts No 4: Jewelry

Bimbo Musts No 5: Lingerie

Bimbo Musts No 6: Laser body hair removal

Bimbo Musts No 7: Docility

Bimbo Musts No 8: Femininity

Bimbo Musts No 9: Lip gloss

Bimbo Musts No 10: Expensiveness

Bimbo Musts No 11: Puppy eyes

Bimbo Musts No 12: Accessible

Bimbo Musts No 13: Heart-shaped lips

Bimbo Musts No 14: Choker

Bimbo Musts No 15: Side boobs

Bimbo Musts No 16: Fake eyelashes

Bimbo Musts No 17: Boob job

Bimbo Musts No 18: Doll face

Bimbo Musts No 19: Inapproachable

Bimbo Musts No 20: Helpless

Bimbo Musts No 21: Entrance

Bimbo Musts No 22: Long sexy nails

Bimbo Musts No 23: Sweet

Bimbo Musts No 24: Upfront

Bimbo Musts No 25: Ornamental

Bimbo Musts No 26: Compliance

Bimbo Musts No 27: Candid

Bimbo Musts No 28: Pink

Bimbo Musts No 29: Glitter

Bimbo Musts No 30: Cleavage

Bimbo Musts No 31: Explicit

Bimbo Musts No 32: Replaceability

Bimbo Musts No 33: Deep hair conditioning

Bimbo Musts No 34: Girlishly

Bimbo Musts No 35: Return to innocence.

Bimbo Musts No 36: Entertaining

Bimbo Musts No 37: Standby-mode.

Bimbo Musts No 38: Confused.

Bimbo Musts No 39: Indecisive.

Bimbo Musts No 40: Waterproof makeup.

Bimbo Musts No 41: Dedication.

Bimbo Musts No 42: High-arched eyebrows with lateral thinning.

Bimbo Musts No 43: Constant need to be praised.

Bimbo Musts No 44: Immersed.

Bimbo Musts No 45: Be blunt.

Bimbo Musts No 46: Immodesty.

Bimbo Musts No 47: Bare midriff dress.

Bimbo Musts No 48: Fake.

Bimbo Musts No 49: Luxurious.

Bimbo Musts No 50: A natural 'good girl'.

Bimbo Musts No 51: Selfies.

Bimbo Musts No 52: Easiness.

Bimbo Musts No 53: Providing.

Bimbo Musts No 54: Irresistible.

Bimbo Musts No 55: Full disclosure.

Bimbo Musts No 56: Voluptuous.

Bimbo Musts No 57: Fishnet stockings.

Bimbo Musts No 58: Focused.

Bimbo Musts No 59: Dependent.

Bimbo Musts No 60: Stilted.

Bimbo Musts No 61: Advertising.

Bimbo Musts No 62: Hair obsessed.

Bimbo Musts No 63: Fearless.

Bimbo Musts No 64 Pouting.

Bimbo Musts No 65: Delirious.

Bimbo Musts No 66: Devoted.

Bimbo Musts No 67: Bronzer.

Bimbo Musts No 68: Needy.

Bimbo Musts No 69: Plastic fur.

Bimbo Musts No 70: Minimalistic.

Bimbo Musts No 71: Glamorous.

Bimbo Musts No 72: Friendliness.

Bimbo Musts No 73 Loyalty.

Bimbo Musts No 74: Natural state.

Bimbo Musts No 75: Wet.

Bimbo Musts No 76: Naked.

Bimbo Musts No 77: Oral fixation.

Bimbo Musts No 78: High-achiever.

Bimbo Musts No 79: Doll face.

Bimbo Musts No 80: Gold digger.

Bimbo Musts No 81: Big-heartedness.

Bimbo Musts No 82: Flexibility.

Bimbo Musts No 83: Inviting.

Bimbo Musts No 84: In Love.

Bimbo Musts No 85: Passiveness.

Bimbo Musts No 86: Attentive.

Bimbo Musts No 87: In progress.

Bimbo Musts No 88: Uninhibited.

Bimbo Musts No 89: Under protection.

Bimbo Musts No 90: Obvious.

Bimbo Musts No 91: Expansive.

Bimbo Musts No 92: More.

Bimbo Musts No 93: High ponytail.

Bimbo Musts No 94: Adventurous.

Bimbo Musts No 95: Plastic.

Bimbo Musts No 96: Patience.

Bimbo Musts No 97: Support system.

Bimbo Musts No 98: Bimbo Besties.

Bimbo Musts No 99: Beyond.

Bimbo Musts 100: Insatiable. A bimbo never stops to seek lust. She is insatiable. Willing. She is greedy, starving for attention. She craves the highest intensities of sex. She never stops. She never has enough. She has unleashed her core essence and transcended femininity into bimboness. She is now freed, happy without thoughts and doubts.

She feels purest bliss, is continuously in trance, and has now changed after following all RULES and MUSTS into a Barbie doll in permanence.

#bimbo musts #100

[shinestarhwaa]

YOU KNEW ID BE HERE-

Yeosang (of COURSE)

12. Praise with 25. Dirty Talk (SO MUCH DIRTY TALK) +

34. "Your pussy is so wet for me it's practically flooding, darling"

55. Brother's best friend AU

🤍💜🤍 Ily

OFCOUUUURSEEE darling I was already omw

LIP GLOSS || KANG YEOSANG

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Yeosang x chubby fem reader

Word Count: 1.05K

Tags/warnings: Brothers best friend AU, dirty Talk, praise kink, fingering, unprotected sex, orgasm control

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @lemonhongjoong @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @1-800-shedevil @glintneon123

ENJOY!

You didn't intend to, really. But Yeosang was looking so beautiful and divine tonight that you couldn't possibly hold back any longer. It's your brother's birthday party and you were just hanging around downstairs as well.

You decided to wear one of the shortest dresses and highest heels you owned, going for a sexy cherry-red style look. Was it to seduce your brother's best friend? Oh yes.

Yeosang was an insanely attractive human being so who could ever really blame you? His features made him look like an angel and you wanted to defile him. He was standing in a corner with a can of beer, enjoying the party silently. This was the perfect moment to come up to him.

You walked closer and grazed his arm slightly. "Hi there, what are you doing here all alone?" He smiled, pleased to see you around. "I haven't seen you in a while, you've... matured a lot," he commented after scanning your outfit.

"I thought I'd show up here tonight, see if my brother still hangs out with dorks. I'm pleasantly surprised though now that I am looking around. You're looking really fine tonight Yeosang," you smirked.

Mild panic rushed through Yeosang's eyes when you squeezed his bicep and ran your hand over his torso. "Y/N," he panted out when you ran your hand down to his crotch, fingertips grazing on the soft fabric of his slacks. He bit his lip and clearly looked down into your cleavage.

"We can't do this," he whispered. "But you want to, right? Don't you wanna taste my lip gloss? It's cherry," you said with a flirty smile. He looked around, trying to spot your brother in the crowd. You put your hand on his crotch and squeezed it, making him let out a breathy moan. He looked at you with big eyes and you just giggled at him. You took him by the hand and pulled him into your bedroom. Yeosang put a chair under the handle of your door before pulling you into his arms and kissing you passionately.

The man pushed you against the wall and slid his tongue into your mouth. His hands were everywhere, groping at your soft skin. You moaned into his mouth when his hand slid under your dress and rubbed your wet, clothed pussy.

"God, your pussy is so wet for me it's practically flooding, darling," Yeosang panted out when he pulled away from you.

He slid his hand into your panties and played with your clit, earning a gasp from your mouth. "So you've been thinking about me all night?" You nodded eagerly. "Ever since I saw you downstairs I wanted to get on my knees for you," you cried out as he pumped 2 of his fingers into you.

"Well we can't be away too long so let's save that for next time," Yeosang whispered in your ear as he fucked you with his fingers. "N-next time?" "Well I can't have you just this once, right? I don't think I can get enough after stuffing you full of my cum. So youre coming to my place tomorrow night so I can fuck you all night long and fuck you full of my cum again and again."

"Yes, God, Yeo, that's so hot," you panted when he pushed three fingers inside. "Fuck me, I want you to fuck me so bad!" You begged him. "Hm, just a little longer baby, you're doing so well for me, such a pretty girl for me, with her cherry lip gloss," he winked.

The squelching of your wetness was like music to his ears and he only wanted more. Yeosang worked his fingers inside you harder and faster, earning the most beautiful moans from you.

"I-I can't wait any longer, I-I'll cum~" you whined out. "Then cum."

Just those words were enough for you to let go and let your orgasm wash over you, ripping through you with big shocks, making your body tremble in Yeosang's embrace. He removed his fingers out of you and licked them off before placing you on the bed. Your dress got shoved up and you pulled the top of it down, showing off your breasts.

Yeosang undressed quickly, revealing his naked body, a body you longed for so much. His cock was so beautiful, and you never even expected to say that about one. But it was. Everything about him was. And he was about to fuck you and you were so, so ready.

He hovered above you and slid his cock deep into your core. "Fuck, baby, so wet, so good for me," he moaned as he slowly fucked into you. You let out little whines as you ran your hands over his toned arms. "Fuck, Yeosang!"

His thrusts got harder and faster, making you moan louder. "You can't get too loud baby, even though I enjoy the sounds very much," Yeosang said with a smirk. "Yes, fuck, but you make me feel so good! Your cock feels so good inside me!"

Yeosang covered your mouth with his hand and fucked you harder and deeper, pushing your legs towards your chest, giving him better access. "Yeosang!" You moaned out, sound muffled by the hand on your lips.

"Shh, baby, I know my cock's feeling good inside that wet pussy of yours but we don't want anyone finding out, do we?"

You whined and cried out and tried to stop your moans from coming out but it was too good, too good not to cum right there on his cock. Your pussy clenched so hard around him he couldn't help but let out a few sinful moans as he came with you, filling your cunt up with his creamy cum.

"Fuck, precious, so good for me, so good letting me fill your wet pussy up. It's fucking mine now, okay? This pussy is mine," he grunted.

You arched your back as he rode out your highs, he kissed your neck and chest and pulled out of you, admired the mess he made of your sex.

"He can't find out," you breathed out when he laid next to you. "He'd kill me," Yeosang nodded. "Well I guess I'll have to fake sleepovers a lot then," you grinned. "Ofcourse... how else am I going to fuck you full every night?"

#kpop #ateez #smut #oneshot #starshinehwaa #yeosang #starshinehwaa's prompt list

[belongtodeukae]

Hi, could I request prompts 42, 65 and 165 with dom!Minji? Love your works, take your time and thank you in advance!

“Use my thigh. You’ve been staring at it all night anyway“, “I know you think about me when you’re alone“ & “You know exactly what I want.”

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[10:55 pm] "you know, i could've just called an uber or something."

"nonsense. your place is on my way", minji stated and simply gestured towards the open space of her limo, "besides, isn't this better than a ride with some creep?"

"oh, yeah", you made an effort to sound as sarcastic as possible, "because you're definitely not acting like one tonight."

minji chuckled at your words while raising an eyebrow, inviting you to elaborate further. what seemed to invite you more than that was the view of her almost completely bare leg once she lifted it to rest on top of the other one. her nearly empty glass of red wine was clutched between her long fingers and perched on the front hip. the simple act of crossing her legs made you curse mentally as you finally managed to catch your favorite detail of her long black dress from up close: the slit that started from the middle of her thigh and revealed her toned leg.

you ignored the sly smirk on minji's face once your eyes met hers again and the blush creeping up on your cheeks from the fact you got caught staring and being a creep yourself, "come on", you started, "leaving the party at the same time as me and ditching your friends, saying i'm on the way when my place is on the other side of town, opening a bottle of expensive wine... am i missing something?"

minji hummed in amusement after downing the mentioned liquid and leaned over to leave the empty glass on the small bar in front of her, "the partition being up isn't very subtle either...", you trailed off, nearly stuttering and trying not to pay attention to her exposed cleavage and tongue gathering last drops of wine from her full lips.

"very creepy of me, is it?" she said, appearing to be thoroughly entertained by the situation, especially once she elevated her arm on top of the seat and leaned her head against her hand. her eyes pierced into yours like she was expecting an answer to her rhetorical question.

"what do you want, minji?"

"you know exactly what i want", her voice got hauntingly darker, "you answered that yourself", you couldn't tear your eyes away from her even when she broke the eye contact, and her gaze followed her hand that briefly rested on your shoulder. your breathing quickened once the strap of your dress was caught between her pointer and middle finger before she slid it down your bicep.

"you think i haven't noticed the way you undress me with your eyes? especially tonight..." she slid her hand up your arm slowly before retracting it, and you ached for her touch as soon as it was lost. the same hand was then used to open up the slit of her dress even further, now exposing her thigh completely, causing you to press your own thighs together.

"angel, you're as subtle as i am", she remarked, flicking her eyes towards your thighs for a brief moment, "come here".

you sat frozen for a moment, not realizing you were holding your breath until minji beckoned you over with her finger, nearly whimpering at the sight, "i know you think about me when you're alone. let me make it real now".

you surged forward before she managed to finish the sentence fully, finally satisfying your urge to kiss her roughly. you moaned in unison as soon as your lips connected, both of you vocalizing how badly you wanted each other. your hand slid up her exposed thigh before pushing it to uncross her legs. you hastily climbed on top of her to straddle the same thigh, resulting in a satisfied hum from minji as your lips stayed connected.

"that's it", she cupped your jaw, pushing on it slightly to tilt your head, "use my thigh. you’ve been staring at it all night anyway."

you cursed against her lips just as they parted, her tongue peeking out to tempt you. it didn't take long for you to swipe your own against it, letting out a small sound at the faint taste of wine on it. you felt shivers shooting through your body, skin on your back warming up once minji's hands slithered downwards. she let them rest on your ass for barely a second before squeezing harshly, encouraging you to start grinding and you thought you would come on her thigh instantly.

"god, you're dripping already", minji murmured while biting your bottom lip, hands still gripping your ass while you tried not to whine at how good her thigh felt.

"i've been dripping since you walked in wearing this", you accompanied your words with a tug on her dress, right at the center of her cleavage.

"you know what? if you come on my thigh and clean it up like the good girl you are, i might just let you rip it off me later."

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i enjoyed this a bit too much, part 2 is possible 🫣

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[thirdeyeblue]

@tentoorosemicrofics - 2k words, Tentoo x Rose

Prompt: Pink

Rating: (gasp) Teen

Read on Ao3

Vintage Incognito

for @cersxisbitch ♥

From the mailbox to the front door to every last common area and powder room, the Tyler Mansion had undergone something of a ghastly metamorphosis. 

The front parlor alone was a menagerie of bubble gum pink; from the soft linen tablecloth to the tiered cake stands covered in cupcakes, strawberries, and mini quiche bites. Heart-shaped pink doilies lined every plate, sitting beside neatly-stacked rows of pink, miniature forks, all on their separate islands that’d been steeped on all sides by girlie bits of confetti the housekeeper would likely be vacuuming all afternoon. 

Then there were the gift bags; parcels, baskets; wrappings, and ribbons. All pink. 

And that was just the gifts from the family — they were expecting upwards of two dozen guests, who would likely be coming with plenty of their own presents for the mother-to-be.

The corner was arranged into a makeshift photo booth; complete with a pink wicker basket stuffed with pink hats, boas, comically oversized specs, and various other props sitting beside a shimmering backdrop of… well, you could probably guess. 

They might as well have painted the walls of the entire bloody house, while they were at it. 

“I can’t believe you didn’t take Pete’s suit from the breast cancer gala,” muttered Jackie. “He’d have had it tailored, you know. Made it fit your girlish figure like a dream, he would’ve.”

Leaning on the wall beside her, the one blue sheep amongst a projected pink flock, was the already-exasperated Doctor. He wore his favorite suit, brilliantly blue — perfect, thanks — though he’d foregone a tie with his lighter blue button-down. Felt more laid back.

He pushed his specs up his nose with his pointer finger and rolled his eyes before casting a glare at his mother-in-law.

“In fairness, blue used to be considered the more feminine color.” He indicated his outfit with a dip of his chin. “Technically, I’ll be fitting in better than any of you lot — you just won’t know it.” He sniffed, cocking his head to the side. “Call it… Oh, I dunno. ‘Vintage Incognito’.”

Jackie huffed in exasperation. “‘Vintage Incog-full of it’, more like. I never saw a little boy in pink.”

“That’s because it was only commonplace until the late forties,” he came back with a light, anticipatory smirk. “You were born in what, ‘53, ‘55? You wouldn’t’ve— ow!” He grimaced as his hand jumped up to hold his cheek, where Jackie had landed a swift right hand with a clap.

“1969, thank you very much.” She dusted her hands off dramatically, placing them on her hips. “Don’t go making digs at me just because you can’t stand sticking out like a sore thumb.”

Deluded, he thought — but carried on. 

“As I was saying,” he pushed his specs up again, adjusting where they’d gone askew from her slap. “until the late 1940s, mums were told to dress their boys in pink if they expected them to grow up big and strong. Then came a slew of advertising campaigns where corporations decided, ‘Know what? That’s about enough of that. Let’s have pink be for girls, just for a laugh’.” He swept his hands gracefully out from his sides in a gesture to the sea of pink around them. “Look at us, Jackie Tyler — basking in the garish success of mid-twentieth-century capitalism.”

“I’ll give you something to bask in,” Jackie muttered under her breath as she looked away, scanning the room. “Where is the mum-to-be, anyhow? Guests will be arriving any—”

“I’m here, I’m here,” came an exasperated call, and the Doctor straightened up at once, turning to meet the sight of Rose as she hobbled slowly down the steps. Halfway down, she stopped on the landing.

His breath caught, taking her in from his vantage point in the doorway leading to the foyer.

She wore a form-fitting white dress that clung to every lovely curve; thin straps baring the pale pink of her arms, the loose neckline dipping down to reveal cleavage that had bloomed spectacularly over the past eight months. The dress was delectably form-fitting; not only hugging every supple bend of her body, but perfectly cradling and accentuating her well-rounded bump — over which rested the thick outline of a metallic pink heart. 

The Doctor suddenly found that he loved two things more than he ever thought he could: Jackie Tyler [for picking out that dress], and even in spite of himself: the color pink.

What he loved far, far more, however… was her.

“Oh,” he breathed, his hand leaping to his chest to still the thundering of his heart. “Rose.”

“Don’t,” she grumbled from her post, where she stood with one hand atop the curve of her belly, the other gripping at the banister with white knuckles. “My back is killing me. Feet, too — I’m taking off these stupid bloody shoes. They’ve gotten so tight. And I know I look like a globe with legs, so please, just… don’t.”

Quick as an arrow, the Doctor was darting up the stairs, meeting her in seconds before grasping her face in gentle hands. He swooped down at once, overcome with affection as he delicately covered her lips with his. 

“You,” he kissed her again, “Look,” another kiss, “Breathtaking.” The last one was placed on her forehead, where he uttered quietly, “Stop it. Lookat you. You have never looked more beautiful… And I mean that.”

He met her eyes as he drew back, his hands dropping from her face to cradle her bump with splayed fingers. His heart swelled as he felt the beautiful thrum of life growing within her; their daughter. With a sigh and a soft smile, he carefully pressed his thumbs over the satiny material of the dress, sweeping in gentle curves back and forth. Rose blushed deeply as her lips turned up at the corners, placing her hands over his.

“Guess that’s my cue to put the cake out, then,” Jackie’s voice piped up from the doorway to the parlor. “Rose, sweetheart, can I get you something to drink?”

“... Something sweet?” her daughter tried, her smile turning a little sheepish, and the Doctor smirked. 

Rose had been riddled with scores of cravings throughout her entire pregnancy (certainly not just of the food-and-beverage short, but to expand on that would be a different subject entirely) and he’d been stringent with her at times, not wanting to encourage lovely things such as gestational diabetes or preeclampsia.

Though he wasn’t entirely cruel. 

“Don’t worry,” The Doctor murmured, leaning his forehead into hers. “Have whatever you like. Baby showers are judgment-free, Rose Tyler — and I believe your mum even made your favorite cupcakes.”

Even with their proximity, he could see her eyes widening. “The coconut ones with—”

“With the cream cheese frosting, yes,” he laughed. “And mini quiches, as well.”

In response to such tantalizing information; a rich, velvety moan poured from Rose’s lips, sending a frisson from the very top of his spine all the way through the tips of his toes. His fingers pressed lightly into her belly of their own accord, redirecting the surge of tension working like a lightning bolt through him.

Rose might have been the one dealing with the hormonal onslaught of pregnancy, but as a partial human, the Doctor had plenty of hormones of his own to contend with. Plus, she smelled twenty times more intoxicating than she already did while she was carrying their child, and he was aware of it constantly; a man starving at all conceivable times.

They’d been… a bit insatiable, to say the least. Had been since long before she was pregnant, of course, but now…

Well. Point blank: It wasn’t fair, not even remotely, that she’d go making such noises within a set and setting that couldn’t possibly be more family-oriented. 

The Doctor pulled a deep breath through his parted lips, needing to ground himself back in the present moment; a moment in which women would soon start showing up in droves; some with screaming children of their own. 

Just the thought was enough to jar him back into full control, and he kissed her again, readjusting to wrap his arm around her shoulder.

“Let’s go and get you a cupcake, hmm?”

“Yesssss,” Rose sighed dreamily, and la la la, the Doctor wasn’t listening, la la la. She loosely strung an arm around his waist, thankfully accepting his support, taking the banister again with her free hand as he led her the rest of the way down the stairs.

“So… D’you like the blue?” he asked somewhat self-consciously a moment later, finally stepping onto the ground floor. He smiled when she promptly kicked her pink ballets onto the fancy rug, surreptitiously tucking them off to the side with a swollen foot. “Your mum seems to think I stick out like a sore thumb.” 

Rose looked at his suit intently as though it was the first time she’d noticed it, and immediately burst into laughter, placing her hand over his heart.

“Thank god you haven’t put on pink,” she tapped the buttons of his oxford, grinning up at him. “Doctor, this suit is… S’just you.” Her little grin took on a mischievous little glint as she got closer; close as her body would allow, then leaned in as she lowered her voice. “Don’t want you to change… I think I want you exactly like this.”

The Doctor’s left eyebrow popped up, and he smirked wickedly at her. “Wellll, don’t go wanting me too much, Rose Tyler — there’s still the party to attend to. Although…” His arm around her shoulders loosened as he brought a hand between her shoulder blades, sliding it down to her lower back until his pinkie brushed the almost invisible indent of her knickers. “Later tonight, you’d like a lovely, private massage—”

“Oiiiii!”

A very unwelcome voice sounded off from the doorway, and the pair practically jumped apart to see Jackie standing there holding two glasses of some sort of fizzy pink beverage garnished with bright red strawberries. “Can’t I walk away for two bleedin 'minutes without you seducing my daughter in the foyer?”

The Doctor stood up tall in indignance, flustered as he straightened his suit jacket, hoping it would distract from the glowing vibrance of his blushing cheeks. “I was not—”

But Rose was already turning to rush towards her mum, wobbling at a slight tilt to accept her treat with eager hands. “Oh, thank you, mum, thank you, thank you, thank you—”

“Yeah, alright,” Jackie’s voice feigned admonishment, but there was no disguising the love in her eyes. “Strawberry soft drink. Caffeine free,” she added with a pointed look towards the Doctor; because although she was already well-versed on the pregnancy no-no’s long before he came around, evidently, English Breakfast hadn’t been on her list.

The former Time Lord hadn’t forgotten.

“Thank you,” he mouthed regardless, not wanting to go into the entire day with a point of contention between them — and all over a silly suit.

She smiled at him, effectively clearing the air, and held up the drink that wasn’t currently being gulped down in one go by her daughter. “This one’s yours, you daft, blue thing.”

Oh, thank god, he thought, mouth watering as he eyed the strawberry pierced over the rim of the glass. 

As Jackie went on to wake Tony, the Doctor and Rose stood at the foot of the stairs sipping at the fizzy sweetness of their drinks, and chatting as innocently as they could, enjoying their brief moment of solitude before festivities began. They had just enough time to finish every last drop before they heard the first set of tires pulling up the long drive. 

Rose insisted on hauling their glasses to the kitchen on her own, requesting a moment to herself before being lovingly forced into the center of attention for the next few hours. He didn’t blame her.

In the meantime, the Doctor headed for the front entrance, putting on his best ‘domestic socialite’ face before pulling the French doors open to the morning sun.

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[champion-level-astroturfing]

Pellipper mail! The pellipper shows up wearing a lei, and carefully hands you a full cup.

The cup contains a mix of lime juice, agave, and Jalisco 55 (a non-alcoholic Tequila replacement). The cup is rimmed with a thick coating of blue salt. Congratulations, you have received a Blue Diamond!

This drink is favoured by ice types everywhere, but none moreso than Glaceon, who will no doubt flock to your location should you choose to enjoy this drink outdoors.

There is a little doodle of a smiling sun attached to it, and the initials 'J.B.'

-@poke-jimmy-butchett

should i be worried about fancy pelippers handing me drinks? ...nah. gonna take this as reward for all my hard fuckin work. cheers!

[a selfie of Shardy, gingerly holding the mocktail in a hand encased in a pair of large heavy-duty outdoor work gloves, and winking. The zipper on his overalls is pulled down far enough that quite a lot of cleavage is on display]

#asks #OOC: he has No Idea about the effects #OOC: lol #Chill Time

[cleavage-55]

Katy Perry

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[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 68. brb x oc

a/n: there's nothing I love writing more than these two being so in love. ugh

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff, a smidge of suggestive

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She hears him before she feels his arms around her waist,his lips pressing gentle kisses to the side of her neck as she busies herself with their lunch, “Smells good.” he comments, “The food too.”

Beatrice laughs quietly, “I thought you’d like it, it’s spaghetti with meatballs, nothing too fancy.” she says, leaning back into his hold to press her upper back to his chest, his arms tightening around her waist, “And I even added extra cheese.”

“You know how to get me,don’t you?”

“I do have my moments.”

Rooster chuckles against her neck, inhaling that delicious lavender scent that stayed with him during the time of his deployment, it was like his nostrils refused to let go, “I missed you.”

Beatrice looks back at him, seeing his cheeks flexing as he smiles against her neck, “I missed you too,Roos.” she whispered, one of her hands coming up to gently brush his scalp, which in turn made him shudder and sigh happily against her neck, “I’m glad you are home.”

“I’m glad too.” he says, closing his eyes and leaning his head into her touch, like a giant cat would and Beatrice loved how she could almost hear the purring coming out of him. Rooster knew that holding her wouldn’t prevent Bea from doing anything, so he stayed there, with his arms around her hearing her soft singing and humming as she prepared their lunch.

Not to mention she looked really good.

His lips travel back up her neck and he touches something that’s currently wrapped around it. He was probably too tired before to notice but the cold of the necklace’s chain touching his lips made him lean his head back, “Hey, the necklace I got you.”

She blinked, looking back at him in surprise, “You just noticed?”

“Yeah,” he says, gently sliding his index finger under the delicate chain to run it back and forth in his hold, “I guess I was too tired to notice then…can you turn around?”

Beatrice smiles, checking their lunch one last time before she turns around. His eyes follow the golden chain as it tapered because of the weight of the amethyst pendant, the pendant that rested between her breasts, right where her cleavage began. He watched the gem twinkle under the light everytime she breathed in and out, seeing the purple reflections against her skin, “It looks great on you.”

“I was going to wear the earrings too but…I thought I could use some other time.”

“Oh I don’t mind.” his eyes are still on her chest, “I like what I see.” cue to the subtle red flushing down her chest, making the purple pop out even more atop her skin, her soft laugh breaking his intense gazing, “But I’m serious, you look really good.”

“I wanted to look good for you.”

“You always do.” he says, “But I do love this dress a whole lot…brings me so many memories.”

“Mhm.” she narrows her eyes playfully at him, “Sure.”

Rooster meets her unamused eyes and chuckles, “I mean, it was the first time I saw you wearing a dress,gorgeous. And it was flowy,” his hands touch the skirt, “And nice,” then he grips the fabric to tug her forward, “And made me think ‘wow is she a fairy?’ because you probably put a spell on me.” and he drops his forehead to hers, smiling when those green eyes twinkled with happiness and her already red cheeks got redder.

“Well,” she begins, wrapping her arms around his neck,”Considering you call me a fairy…would you say I put a spell on you?”

Rooster considers a bit, humming low in his throat as his hands slide down to the curve of her asscheeks, “If you did I wouldn’t complain.” he smirks, pressing their noses together, “Because you are just magical like that, gorgeous.”

They stay together like that for a few seconds, gently kissing and laughing into each other’s mouths like two teenagers in love. Beatrice adored this, she adored how Rooster still made her feel stepping on clouds no matter what he did or said…maybe he was the one who put a spell on her, “Hm, Roos,” she mumbles against his lips, pulling back with some difficulty, “I have to…continue our lunch…” her voice falters as his lips drag down to her jawline and neck, “A-And,I…”

His hands lift the back of her dress to cup her ass cheeks, feeling the elastic of her underwear touch his thumbs, “Am I distracting you?”

“W-Well, normally I-I wouldn’t mind but,” she looks back at the oven, “There’s water boiling milimeters from us…so.”

“...Good point.” he drags out, lifting his head from her neck to kiss her forehead, “I’m going to let you go, for now, but I’ll be close by if you need help.” of course he didn’t let her go until he gave her left ass cheek a soft slap, not enough to hurt but enough to make her jump in his grasp. He fixed the skirt on her lower back, kissing her forehead one more time and finally stepping back, “What do you need me to do?”

“Oh um…” she runs her hands down her dress, “Can you set the table for us?”

“Can do,gorgeous.” 

He avoided the dogs, well, dog since the twins usually stayed with Nicole when she was asleep and only their mother remained close to Rooster and Beatrice. The pittie followed him about for a bit, wagging her tail as she watched him grab plates and glasses to set on the table, “So, besides missing me.” he chuckles, “Did something else happened? How’s everything with Marcus?”

“Oh he’s fine,” she says with her focus now back on their lunch, “He’s really nice,I mean…he sewed that shirt for Nikki because I asked while he’s so busy with work and…yeah, everything has been going great.”

“That’s good.”

“Oh! I also met Hannah!”

Rooster looked back at Beatrice with his brows furrowed, then his jaw clenched, “Hannah? Your former bully?”

“Well,yes but…we talked about it Roos and we resolved everything.” she says as she turns the stove off once the pasta was done boiling,”And it was nice to talk to her, she met Nikki too and I invited her to come to the Hard Deck.” her husband however still appeared suspicious, “It’ll be fine Roos.”

“Huh…I guess…what did you two talk about?”

Beatrice is busy scooping some of the hot pasta water into the tomato sauce, “Oh you know, a little bit of this a little bit of that and-” Eric, they were talking about Eric. She stops talking, the ladle that had the water hovered above the sauce with Beatrice’s eyes looking at nothing. She completely forgot that was why they saw each other that day, she completely forgot that he appeared again.

And she completely forgot to tell Rooster about it.

“Ah!” she yelps suddenly, some of the hot water landed on her hand and she drops everything to hiss in pain, “Shit!”

“Bea?” hurried footsteps made their way over to her, immediately holding her hand to check, “C’mere.” he takes her to the sink, opens the faucet and places her hand under the running water, paying close attention to her expressions as he waited. Beatrice’s furrowed brows relaxed after a while and she nodded at him, so he shut the faucet off to check on her skin.

It was red but it wouldn’t blister, he gently prodded the skin only for her to hiss again, “Sorry,just checking.”

“It’s okay.”

“We can put some ice there if it gets too bad,” he begins, “It doesn’t seem bad now, but it’s up to you.” Beatrice just says it’s fine, with a little smile on her face, “You got distracted there for a moment.”

One thing about Beatrice was that her emotions were always clear on her face, he always,always knew - especially considering how long they’ve been together - when she was hiding something from him, “Oh, it was nothing.”

“Mhm.” he isn’t convinced, “...you can tell me after lunch.”

“Wh-But-” 

He stops her sentence by kissing her forehead, “After lunch, okay? Then you can tell me what’s bothering you.”

-

Beatrice didn’t know how to tell Rooster once they were done having lunch and honestly she was glad they were both in bed with his hand moving up and down her back as her head rested on his chest. He had his eyes closed but wasn’t sleeping, he was just enjoying the silence with his wife next to him.

If only he knew how noisy her mind was right now.

Beatrice chewed her lower lip, nuzzling closer to his shirt almsot wishing to glue herself into him since she was so nervous about opening up why she was distracted. She dared to peek up at Rooster to check if he was awake, only to see one of his own eyes open up and meet her own, a little smirk on his face, “Gotcha lookin’.”

“You did.” she smiles, pushing herself higher up his body, “You got me.”

“Do you wanna keep looking or do you wanna tell me what’s bothering you?”

Beatrice’s smile dropped the second he asked, avoiding his eyes and choosing to look at her hand instead, more specifically at the red oval shaped burn on the back of her hand, frowning at the accidental bruise, “...I…” she licks her lips, then chews the inside of her mouth, “I think it’s better to just open up about it.”

“I’d like that.”

She takes a deep breath for courage, “...Eric has been asking about me. And…um he has been contacting people and asking about me, I think he doesn’t get that I’m no longer single now and that I have a husband and a daughter - although I blocked him everywhere so it’s not like he knows about it…but….that’s why Hannah asked me to meet her…and Shells told me about it too and…and yeah…”

She almost feared looking up at him, the hand on her back stopped moving the second her ex’s name was mentioned and she could feel how tense Rooster got. Beatrice slowly moved her gaze to his, seeing those brown eyes with a mix of fury and astonishment, his jaw clenched as tightly as the first time she mentioned Hannah, “...so let me get this straight.” he begins, “Your ex, the one you punched on your birthday, the one who saw you walk out with me, the one who hasn’t spoke to you in years is now suddenly back?”

“...well…yes…?”

“He’s stupider than I thought.” he grounds out, clearly not liking this conversation, “Bea,I don’t like this.”

“I know-”

Rooster is annoyed, with reason, pushing himself to his elbows to keep his eyes on Bea, “Did he try contacting you?” she shakes her head negatively, “Good. Good…does he not know what a ‘no’ means?”

Beatrice licks her lips, then looks down at her hands again, “Not really.” she whispers, clearly feeling the eyes of her husband on her face, waiting for her to continue, “It was always his way. Always the right way because I obviously didn’t know what I was doing…just like now, he doesn’t think I’d be able to pull someone like you off.”

Rooster sighed out in anger, rolling his tongue inside his cheek and shaking his head, “That’s…so fucked Bea. Fuck, what the fuck.”

“I’m sorry for bringing it up, I–”

“No,no,” he shakes his head, bringing her close to him so he could kiss her head, “It wasn’t your fault, I was the one who asked why you were acting strangely.” he whispers against her scalp, brushing the side of her face with his thumb, feeling her body relax in his hold, “...what do you think he’s planning?”

“Probably trying to send me flowers or something.” she mutters, “I don’t know,Roos. I don’t…want to think about it.”

“As much as you don’t want, gorgeous, it has to be thought.” he replies, holding Beatrice against his chest as his own blood cease to boil, “Bea,I swear if he shows up–”

“Roos-”

“All I can say is that it won’t be your hand breaking his face.”

Beatrice blinked, then sputtered out a soft laugh, resting her cheek on his shoulder, inhaling his cologne that was always embedded in his shirts no matter what, “Can I hope it doesn’t get to that? Not because of him but because of you?”

“I’ll be fine.” he says, “At worst we can set Shells loose on him.”

As much as they were joking about it, hearing about Eric again after so long was strange and awful at the same time. He really thought that he’d leave Bea alone after she broke his nose on her birthday, hell she was married to him. He didn’t like it one bit, he was flabbergasted by Eric’s boldness on asking people about Beatrice, choosing to not believe that she was capable of finding someone who wasn’t him.

Again with the doubts.

Again with people thinking Beatrice wasn’t worth it.

He hadn’t even noticed his hand curled into a fist but Beatrice did, staring at the perfect lines of tendons stretching on the back of it as he curled his fingers tight, “Roos.” her soft voice was enough for him to turn to meet her eyes, “...I don’t want you getting angry.”

He looks at her as if she grew three heads, “I can’t not be angry,Bea.” he says, “Your ex is trying to get you back after you said no, after you broke his nose just because he doesn’t believe what we have is real?” he scoffs, shaking his head, “You don’t deserve this,Bea. You don’t-” he was tense again and he didn’t want to meet Beatrice’s eyes because he knew those green irises would make all the anger melt away.

But he wanted to be angry at Eric.

“Roos,” she tries again, this time touching the side of his face to make him face her, brown eyes filled with fury, “Roos,please, don’t waste your time.”

“Bea-”

“He’s not worth it.” she says with more firmness in her voice, “Whatever Eric is doing is pointless…does he really think he can get something out of me? No, of course not. Whatever he does is his problem, he won’t succeed.”

“...I know but the fact he’s still trying…it’s worrisome,gorgeous.”

“I know.”

“Which is why I’m so pissed right now.”

Beatrice sighed, letting her hands drop to his chest so she could push him down back on the bed and climb his lap. As usual his hands immediately went to her thighs, clasping the thick flesh in his huge palms and eyes meeting hers, “Don’t.” she says, “You just got back home…please don’t let him of all people make you feel like this,Roos.” 

“...well,what do you want me to do?” he asks genuinely, his blood still boiling, “I can’t let that go so easily…I worry about you.” 

And his voice softens, the anger in his tone gone and replaced with adoration within every syllable. Beatrice smiles down at him, cupping his face between her hands, leaning down to kiss his lips slowly. From the way he exhaled through his nose and how his grip on her thighs tightened, he appreciated that. She kisses the corner of his mouth, then drags her lips to his jawline, over the large scar there. “...are you trying to distract me?” he asks while offering more room for her lips to explore, “Because it’s not going to work.”

“I’m not,” she mumbles against her skin, “Not necessarily.”

“Mhm.”

Beatrice lifts her head from his neck, brushing her thumb over those plump lips of his before pecking them again, “I’m not…but I want you to forget about him for a while. I don’t want your first thoughts when you got home be of my stupid ex.”

“He is pretty stupid.”

“And his head is huge.”

It was so nice to see how the angry furl of his brows melted into a more relaxed expression, his lips curling into a smile as he laughs, chest shaking under her body, “Okay,I got it.” he tells her while still caressing her thighs, “I won’t get too hooked up on it.”

“Promise?”

“Yes.”

Beatrice narrow her eyes, meeting his forehead with hers and then holding out her pinky, “Promise?” Rooster flicked his eyes from her face to her small pinky, chuckling and hooking his own to hers, lifting his head to kiss the tip of her nose, “Good…now!” she straightens a little bit on top of him still, “What do you wanna do? Take a shower? Nap?”

Rooster, whose anger was slowly dissipating into nothing, just smiled at her, “I like the idea of a nap…only if you join me.” Beatrice just smiles down at him, slowly climbing off his lap onto the bed, her cheek returning to rest against his pectoral and her eyes looking up at him. Bradley sighs quietly through his nose, kissing her scalp a few more times, holding her tighter against him out of habit, out of protection.

He knew she could take care of herself, she had proven that many times, but he was going to keep an eye out for anything out of the ordinary.  If Eric wanted to reach Beatrice he had to go through him first.

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Ex Wive's Club, Chapter 20

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Warnings:  angst, serious medical situations, foreshadowing major angst. Warning!

“I want to be with mom…”

Bucky felt like his heart was breaking as he looked at his daughter, “What?”

“Dad…no-it-it’s not what you think…I don’t mean that I want to live with mom,” Cami said quickly, trying to backtrack, “I just-I miss her.  And I know that she misses me.  We’ve been talki-“

“How did you get her number?”

“I’ve always had her number, dad,” Cami sighed sadly as she looked back to her dad, “I-I miss her and Jasper…don’t you?”

Bucky’s jaw twitched, “of course I miss Jasper…but your mother won’t let me see him…not after the last time…”

“Dad…” His steely orbs flickered away from hers, “you know why you aren’t allowed to see him…”

“Yeah…yeah…I’ve gotten enough flack from her about it…I don’t need you making me feel guilty too…”

“I don’t think mom’s been making you feel guilty about anything….if I had to guess, there’s a reason why you don’t miss her either.”

Bucky looked back to his daughter, her intense gaze making him squirm, “what are you insinuating?”

“The babysitter she had last week so the two of you could go to that swanky hotel in Manhattan.”

Bucky paled, “Wh-what?  How did you-”

“At least mom has the decency to tell me that regardless of you two seemingly hating each other’s guts you’re still hooking up…”

“Cami…”

“She still loves you, dad…despite everything…and clearly you still love her…so why do you have to al-”

“I’m not talking about my relationship with your mother…” he grumbled, pushing himself away from the table, “hell, she’s not even your mother.  She-“

“She’s been there, just like you have!” she pointed out, “ever since you two first got together when I was little.  She’s every bit my mom that you are my dad, and you know it, dad.”

“Cam-“

“Dad…you two need to talk…actually talk.”

“A week…”

“Yeah…” Cami nodded as she bit her lip.  She felt guilty over how her mother had managed to get her for that amount of time.  She played with the straps of her backpack, “a-are you going to be okay without me for a week?”

Bucky shrugged, pretending it wasn’t a bigger deal than it actually was, “you’re about to be seventeen, Cami…”

“She’ll be fine, James…you know I’d never let anything happen to our babies,” she offered, her reassuring gesture giving Bucky more butterflies than anything else as she called their kids ‘our babies.’  Bucky gave her an unsure smile as he nodded.  She leaned down to her son and gave him an eskimo kiss,  and Bucky tried to stifle the groan in his throat when he noticed her bountiful cleavage, his own thoughts from their previous weekend together coming to the forefront of his mind, “you’ll be good for daddy, right?”

‘Daddy’

That word kept something primal in him alive; especially coming from her lips. 

Jasper smiled playfully, “of course momma…”

Jasper’s voice broke Bucky from his more feral thoughts as he looked away from them. 

“I’m going to miss you, my little heart breaker!” she teased, playfully booping his nose, “all the girls are going to go crazy asking about you.”

Bucky’s throat felt tight as his eyes snapped back to her, “you’ve taken him to the club?”

“No James,” she sighed, shaking her head as she stood up, “but the girls have seen pictures of him and Cami…they’re always asking about my little super soldier…isn’t that right, baby?”

“Don’t worry daddy, they’re way too old for me!” the child teased.

“His bus for the week will pass the tower at 6:55 and it comes back at 3:10.  I’ve already gone over it with Jasper, and given the notes to the school so that they know he’s going to be on a different bus.  And I’ve talked with Tony and Pepper so you’ll get alerts on the busses GPS as it gets closer,” Mel said quickly, sweeping her hand along Jasper’s face so that she could stroke his cheek, “god you better be good for your father.  James…he’ll try to tell you that I give him ice cream or watch TV during the week, but I don’t.  If you give him ice cream he’ll get an insane sugar rush, and if he has TV time close to bed he’ll be up all night.”

“Mooommmmm,” Jasper groaned, looking at his mother, “I’m not going to trick daddy!”

“He won’t get anything over on me!” Bucky said proudly.

“James…our son is every bit mischievous as you are,” she tutted, stepping closer to him until their bodies were flush against each other, “and he’s as convincing as I am…”

“You wanna do this right now, Mel?”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug.  Bucky breathed a sigh of relief as she all but melted against him, “if you have any problems…please…call me.  Okay?”

“I will!” Jasper giggled once more.  He nudged his father and the couple split, “tell her daddy…tell momma we’ll be good!”

“We’ll be good, mommy.”

She huffed, still nervous about leaving Jasper with him, “no Steve…at all!”

“I know…I remember that rule!” Bucky huffed, “don’t worry, he-“   

“He doesn’t keep a close eye on him whe-“

“I know!” Bucky said quickly, cutting her off, “no Steve around Jasper.”

“So…who’s the lucky boy?”

Cami blushed, looking away from her mother as she started to fold the laundry on the counter with her, “What are you talking about?”

“Well, you’ve been asking me all about hair and makeup the past few days…and I know for a fact that you aren’t dating anyone yet because your father would have mentioned the need to kill a high school aged boy…so who is he?” she asked teasingly, “what grade is he in?  What’s his name?”

“He-he’s not in a grade, mom…”

Mel stopped folding the laundry, “What?”

“Mom…don’t freak out…you’re the cool parent…”

“Not in a grade?” she asked quickly, “did he graduate last year?  Or is he-“

“It’s Steve…”

Mel stopped speaking.  She dropped the pair of jeans that she’d been folding and stared blankly at Cami, “What?”

“I-I have a crush on Steve…” she admitted quickly.

“Cami…Steve is-“

“I know what you’re going to say mom,” she muttered, shaking her head, “I-I know that you don’t like Steve and that you’re probably going to say what dad said, and that he’s way too old for m-“

“Your father knows about this?”

“A-all the guys do…” she said quietly, “we’ve all…talked about it…”

“What on earth are you talking about?”

“I-I don’t want to say,” she said quickly, “I don’t wan-“

“Cameron Camille Barnes!” Mel said firmly.  Cami swallowed nervously, “What…is going on?”

“ITS SICK IS WHAT IT IS!”

Cami frowned as her mother continued the screaming match with her father.

“MELISSA, I-“

“YOU’RE TALKING TO A MINOR!” She spat, “YOU’RE ALLOWING OUR DAUGHTER TO TALK TO A MAN WHO IS BEYOND WAY TOO OLD FOR HER.  LETS JUST IGNORE HOW WHAT YOU’RE DOING IS COMPLETELY IILLEGAL FOR A MOMENT AND TALK ABOUT OUR DAUGHTER.  CAMI IS ABOUT TO BE SEVENTEEN AND YOU-“

“SHE’S NOT YOUR DAUGHTER!”  Bucky screamed.

“Are mommy and daddy fighting?”

“Yeah Jas,” Cami frowned.  She sniffled and tried to wipe away her tears, but her younger brother caught on to what was happening, “They are…”

“Is it our fault?” he asked softly, looking at his parents who were arguing, “like last time?”

“No bud-“

“We’re leaving.  Jasper.  Come on!”

“You’re not going anywhere with my son.  It’s still my time with him!” Bucky said quickly, “y-you said that I could have a week.  We still have another day!  You’re not taking Jasper away from me because you’re upset over what’s happening under my roof!”

“That was before I found out you were screwing around with a minor, James!”

“We’re not screwing around!” he said quickly, “w-we’re waiting until-“

“DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW SCREWED UP THAT SOUNDS?  YOU SOUND LIKE A PEDOPHILE, JAMES!  YOU ARE SICK!  I MAY NOT HAVE ANY LEGAL CLAIM TO REMOVE CAMI FROM YOU, BUT YOU REFUSED TO SIGN JASPER’S BIRTH CERTIFICATE WHEN HE WAS BORN.  YOU HAVE NO PARENTAL RIGHTS, DESPITE THE DNA TEST YOU TOOK THE LAST TIME WE WERE IN COURT OVER HIM!”

“I’m sick?” Bucky growled, “that’s rich!  If I’m so sick, why do you keep coming back, huh?  Why do you answer when I call like some needy slut?  All I have to do is pick up the phone and give you a time and a place and you’re riding my dick, telling me you love me and you miss me like some pathetic whore!  Steve was right about you.  He-“

The wind was knocked out of him as he doubled over.  His son looked at him through his own set of steely eyes, “no talk about mommy like that, daddy!”

“Jasper no…” Mel said quickly, pulling her son away from his father, “he’s not worth it!”

But the little boy wasn’t ready to give up, “Daddy’s mean,mommy!”

“Jasper stop.  We don’t hit,” she tried to remind her son through her own tears.  She grabbed his hand and began pulling him through the door, “we’re leaving.”

“Mom…wait…”

“I’m sorry baby…I-I can’t be here for this,” she sobbed, shaking her head, “I love you so much, but I can’t be here for you and support that.”

Bucky sniffled to himself as he sat in the cold, uncomfortable chair in the waiting room.  Everyone else had been waiting by the door, as though being closer would mean that they would get to hear the information first. 

But Bucky sat in the corner. 

His head was on a swivel. 

His heart felt like it was frozen.

“DAD!”

Bucky shot up from his spot in the waiting room.  Steve beside him, “what are you doing here, Cami?”

“I couldn’t just wait for the news…h-how’s mom?”

“Where’s mom?” Jasper asked, funneling in behind his eldest sibling.

Rebecca reached out to her father, tiredly from her older brother’s arms, and Bucky took her, the tears slipping down his cheeks, “sh-she’s in surgery…”

“No cry daddy…”

“Cami…” Steve said slowly, biting the corner of his lip.  He reached across and pulled his ex-wife into his arms, “Y-you shouldn’t be here…the kids-“

“She’s my mom, Steve…regardless about how you feel about her…”

“It’s not about her…it-it’s the kids…” he said in a low voice, looking around to his own twin girls and  son who was clinging to each other looking beyond scared, “they-Mel’s not like them…if something happens…they won’t understand it, Bunny.”

“I just wanted to be here for mom, Steve…” she cried, tears slipping down her cheeks, “sh-she’s always been there for me when it mattered…when I told Jas…we couldn’t just sit at home and wait for news.”

“Let’s go to the cafeteria…get you guys some hot cocoa yeah?  You guys  probably didn’t have dinner yet…and with the serum running through all of you you’re probably hungry, right?  How about some food?” Steve offered.  The kids were happy about the treat, and he instructed Jasper and Cami to take the kids downstairs for the snacks.  He walked over to his friend, who had gone back to sitting in his corner, “you want to come downstairs?”

“I-I can’t leave her, Steve…”

“Surgery might be a while.”

Bucky shook his head, his own tears continuing to fall down his cheeks, “it’s my fault she’s like this, punk…she-I knew that the pregnancy would be tough on her…but I just kept pushing…kept saying just one more.  After Timothy…I-I just felt like there was this void…and only another baby would fill it…I kept pushing her until she finally agreed…because deep down we always wanted a big family…something we always talked about…”

“Buck…”

“I wasted all that time, pretending to hate her, Steve…I-I let myself get twisted up in it because of your feelings for her…I tried to cover all those feelings up with those stupid crushes from the girls, and Talia…but it was always her, Steve.  It was always Mel,” Bucky sobbed, “I-I should have just ignored it and followed my heart…we wouldn’t be here if I did…we-we would have been okay…”

“Mel will be fine, Buck…”

“You don’t know that,” Bucky scoffed, “hell I heard what you said to Cami…about if ‘something happened.’  There must be a part of you that believes she’s not coming out of it, especially if you said that.  Mel’s a normal person…she doesn’t have the serum running through her.  She’s not like the rest of us…and it’s fucking terrifying, punk.  I-I don’t know what to do. It’s all that I can think about!”

“You’re right,” Steve said after a moment.  He gave a heavy sigh, “I-I can’t lie to you and say that I don’t think something bad can happen, Buck.  We’ve lived long enough lives so far that tells us bad things happen all the time…the chances are a lot higher that Mel doesn’t walk out of this…”

“That’s it?” Bucky asked with a frown, “not even an apology for all the bullshit you’ve put my family through?  Just admitting after all these years that I was right and then telling me that the love of my life might die!  What the hell is wrong with you, Steve?”

“Would saying I’m sorry really fix anything, Buck?”

“No…because the love of my life is fighting for her life right now…fighting for my son’s life…and I’m the cause of it…”

“Sergeant Barnes…”

Bucky shot up from his seat once more.  He’d been sitting there since Steve left him the first time to help get the kids situated.  But the family seemed to clear a path when Doctor Cho called for him.  All of them having a similar somber look as they saw the sadness on Doctor Cho’s face. 

“The surgery-“

“I’m going to ask that only Bucky comes back for the time being, Captain Rogers!” Dr. Cho said firmly, looking to the super soldier at the far end of the room. 

Bucky’s heart plummeted to the pit of his stomach. 

His legs began to feel like jello. 

His throat tightened as the question burned in the back of his mind. 

But with a stone face he nodded, following Doctor Cho back. 

His heart raced with each step.  He felt himself straining for any sounds.  When he reached the room, he felt like he was going to pass out.  Doctor Cho opened the door, and let him in.  The room was filled with the soft cries of a baby. 

Bucky let out a sigh of relief that he didn’t know he’d been holding in. 

Monte was okay.

Tears yet again poured down his face as a few nurses helped him get into some one-time use scrubs.  Then they led him into the room. 

“Would you like to meet your son, Sergeant Barnes?”

“M-Monte…” Bucky cried, happy to see that the newest addition to his family was safe and sound.  He cradled the newborn in his arms, sobbing as he counted his fingers and toes, and watched as his baby boy stopped his crying when their eyes met.  The newborn reached for his father’s hand and wrapped his hand around one of Bucky’s fingers.  Bucky’s breath caught in his throat as more tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, “he-he’s okay.  Monte’s okay…baby-“

Bucky stopped speaking when he looked around the room. 

And his heart shattered when he noticed she wasn’t in there with the medical team and that there was no bed in the room.  His anxiety rose again, and new tears pricked at the corners of his eyes.

“Ch-Cho…where’s Mel?” Bucky asked, his lip quivering as he held his crying newborn son close to him, “Where’s Mel?”

Chapter 21

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Tuesday 27 August 1839

7 ¾

9 ½

fine morning F60 ¼° at 9 am breakfast at 9 ½ and at yesterdays’ accounts till 11 20/.. – then off to the mine at 11 ½ - we walked – there at 11 55/.. in 25 minutes – sent Jean back for A-‘s sketch book etc. and my travelling cap (casquette, blue cloth from Jupp’s London 1835) I had no idea of this mine – a large oval opening perhaps about 200 yards in circumference with seven great large shed-covered 2 horse gins and their tackling on the north side (left as we stand) at C (close to the gin that let us down into the bottom) in the Damp-machine (steam engine now disused)

deep achtzig klafter (80 klafter) the mien goes in a Southwest (I think he said) direction 80 famms (1 famm = 3 ells) I had no idea of this mine – an enormous yawing gulph to look down into with a deep chasm or cleft entrance to the mine itself – the red timbers supporting the sheds very picturesque on the north side which is walled at the top with a good ashler wall 4 or 5 yards (high down to the solid rock) to keep all safe at the top – the stone at the top not worth much – 3 sorts – the best yields 64 p.c. of iron – no foundries here – the ore is sent away in winter – 12 proprietors and comte...................... who has one-third of the whole mine

Tuesday 27 August

200 workmen in the mine

1st pit 100 Klafter deep (mellan faltet Dannemora)

2nd ditto 120 Klafter deep (  Sudra faltet Dannemora) does not communicate with the gulph sketched above, and is close to the square tower-like blacksmiths‘ shop (to the southwest) and here are 7 pits close together and here is the best ore.

observed in the blacksmiths’ shop very convenient rack for whimbles – would do very well for our rails

standing one of the side walls – rack about 2ft. damp 4 or 5 ft. high and the divisions about a foot wide?

the ore consist of Eisen (iron) quartz and Zweifel (sulphur) ready to go down at 2pm tied my pelisse shirt tight round my middle put on my travelling cap and one of mans frock coats, and did not feel it too warm 8 minutes going down and the same coming up –

200 workmen in the mine and about 200 more employed 1 way or other

1 hundred thousand Shipond of stone got per annum

the Hull company has taken the whole mine and all that is got and pays every tenth part to the crown –

Every workman paid per ton – when the stone is hardest 14sk. rigs.

and when softest 3 1/2sk. rigs per ton – a good man can get 4 tons and more a day – or (for the stone has to be got and landed) a man can earn a rigs per day dollar – 10 pair of horses and 14 pair of oxen – one cay say 40 pair = 80 horses for all the work – the pump is worked by a water mil ¼ mile off – on reaching the bottom turn along the mine or drift at d, 20 famms long – wants only one famm of being completed and then will open a communication from this great gulph to the Stegge ladders that go down into the pit at that place

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August Tuesday 27 these works not expensive – a mass of harded snow and ice at the bottom – the better iron at the bottom, and 20 famm deeper at the south pits –

Kleina (black stone, argillaceous) not Eissen (iron) near the top – paid the man at 3 ¼ and then stood by A- as she sketched – just ½ hour in the bottom –

the blasts are fired at noon – the big pieces are broken in the natural cleavages by making fires (charcoal) under them -  

See what Van Buche says – working at 4 or 5 different heights in the mine

a tonneau (I went down in one) seems about as big as one of our 12 gallon tubs –

home in 25 minutes at 4 55/.. – dinner at 5 10/.. in 40 minutes – fried fish (brochet) Moorcock, gelinotte (partridge) and sweet omelette and potatoes and cucumber – good – the Moorcock looked like a plump rumpless barn-door fowl – and sent to table like one without head or feet (legs cut off at the knee) – the outer flesh brown – the inner (on the breast bone) quite white – an auction outside our Inn door, - of carts, a gig, tubs, pottery etc. etc. saw a largeish common white round pot dish knocked down at one dollar rigs – 2 or 3 priests, and several respectable looking men and women and peasants were assembled – out at 6 – sauntered in the village (Österby) to Mr. Tamms’ forges – then about his sheds and barns and then into his garden – 5 gardeners (garçons) and 4 filles – hothouses –pineries – grapes under cucumber frames – fruit from July to October – planted in a good light soil 1 vines 2 a pit

three Swedish Ells deep and 2 or 3 ditto wide filled

with horse dung – fresh dung every year – when fruiting over, the glasses taken off, and then as soon as the leaves have fallen rafters are laid over, and on these rafters an ell deep

“Moorcock” a pheasant the woman of the house said worth rigsdollar.

Tuesday 27 September [August] of litter for the winter says from 1 November to 1 April when the glasses are put on again and the vines grown vigorously – vines here of 30 years old – several sort so grapes – all looking well – gave the man 80sk. banco – had just written so far at 7 20/.. – get to Stockholm the gardening book of the Directeur Landström – vide for this manner of cultivation [vating] the vine – the vines are trained on espaliers – then left John at the Inn and A- and I sauntered about till came in at 8 – very fine day – then looking at maps ¼ hour –

Remark in Sweden

Fjords and forests

Houses and hedges

Roads and snow ploughs

See at Stockholm the collection of farming utensils –

the last ¾ Swedish miles of last stage but one and almost all the last stage forest

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