#LeCoultre

[moonwatchuniverse]

65 years ago... NASA-issued astronaut watches ! 1959 NASA's bespoke LeCoultre astronaut wrist watches ! In 1959, the NASA Space Task Group (STG) decided the "Mercury 7" astronauts required a 24 hours dial pilot watch as the worldwide network of tracking stations worked with military 24 hours system, so an astronaut in orbit could cope easier with time awareness, experiencing a Sunrise every 90 minutes. The STG's choice was LeCoultre as the watch brand already offered the LeCoultre Quartermaster with 24 hours dial and genuine 24 hours movement. These bespoke LeCoultre astronaut watches were worn on lightweight stretch steel Jacoby Bender bracelets. Although not worn during spaceflight missions, all Mercury 7 astronauts wore these 34 mm waterproof anti-magnetic stainless steel LeCoultre watches extensively during training and official events up to October 1963! (Photos: LIFE/NASA)

[richardreichbach]

The Reverso Classique is kind of like a Porsche 911: an instantly recognizable silhouette that can trace its design origins clearly from the beginning to the present. The Q2438520 Reverso is a perfect dress watch; ideally sized and balanced, a dial with depth and texture and a timeless design. Like many Richemont brands I feel that JLC is at its best when it is at its simplest and this Reverso epitomizes that concept.  - - - - - - - - - - #JLC #jaeger #lecoultre #reverso #Q2438520 #guilloche #manualwinding #silverdial #bluehands #watch #watches https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn0BkP7S2dF/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[jule503]

[moondirti]

daddy kink. inspections. female reader. mean price. fluffy ending. mention of cunt slapping.

latching on to price’s forearm when he anchors it between your legs. he has the soaked gusset of your panties yanked to the side, fingers prodding for purchase along your doughy folds. callouses slipping, slicked. prying for something — what, you don’t know, though you bite your lip to settle through the pain. his touch isn’t as placatory as it would be if was trying to arouse pleasure. sturdy, rather. a little forceful.

similarly, the kitchen countertop is unrelenting below. cool marble digs into your behind, edge cutting into the soft flesh of your thighs. it makes you wish you wore bottoms this morning — before acknowledging how short-lived that would be. there’s a multi-purpose tool on every flat surface available (gifts, from those who don’t know that all he wants, on every occasion, is a tight thing wriggling atop his lap and a bottle of glen scotia), and you’ve suffered enough torn shorts at their doing to have found that the most you can get away with is a pair of cotton briefs and a loose shirt. easy access, he calls it.

like now. you focus on anything but the intrusive ministrations he doles to your poor pussy, whimpering quietly behind bitten lips. though it’s ritual, you have yet to get used to his morning inspections. they alway feel a little cruel in a way you don’t deserve. you’ve been good in the time since you’ve seen him last — sitting on your hands, declining every invitation to a night out, locking your toys in the safe he keeps in the closet — but no amount of pleading your case will get you out of this. he has to see it for himself. feel the undisturbed skin around your hole, the ripe fruit of your clit, plump as it has yet to be unpicked.

“daddy,” you breath, leaning into the strength his shoulder affords when he shoves a finger in dry. it’s hard to keep still as he searches your insides, probing through velvet walls like they’re his own. at this point, all of you might as well be.

“wiggle again ‘n’ i’ll slap this stupid cunt silly.”

your tongue notches itself between your teeth, struggling when you bite down to stifle further complaint. he’s so mean; never as indulgent in the mornings as he is in tipsy afternoons, when he’ll place you down onto his thigh, and let you suck on his fingers to sate the oral fixation that had you mouthing at his groin.

what you find, in your new effort to stay silent, is his arm serves as a better distraction than the metallic wash of blood around your gums. your nails trace it delicately, drifting through the tufts of dark hair that veil old tattoos. the way it will comb to your direction, going one direction when you pave the way, is so unlike the man currently pulling your clit hood back, watching it twitch in cool air. price is fixed, mulish in a manner you’ve learnt is best to let go. rooted in the disciplinarian logic taught to him by his father, and his father before him — tradition sticks, tacky in his marrow. trying to scour it out of him, urge him to see differently, is like taking trouble with the one thing that makes him… him.

you say nothing when he spreads either lip apart.

the muscles creaking from elbow to wrist are more analogous to his character. they twist, writhe, sinew stretching in a way that seems impossible to you. if you squeeze hard enough, you swear you can feel each individual fibre working minutely beneath the surface of his skin. his body is ignited, emanating a dry heat always — which serves your purposes nicely on frigid winter nights, tucked into the expansive furnace of his back. when your fingertips tap the crease of his arm, they sap feverish warmth, along with the elastic efforts that keep you pinned in place.

“legs.” he demands, knuckles rapping on one knee to complete his demand. you’re a little dumb, pleasure slowly bleeding into your veins, making the best of the rough attention your cunt receives, so all you do is blink. once, twice. “wider, now.”

but he doesn’t give you another chance. instead, he shoves them apart himself, his watch scratching the thin skin of your inner thighs.

his watch. black dial and brown leather strap, worn a little with use. though he’s told you the specifics of its make and model, most you remember is that it can also be used as a stopwatch. tactical, utilitarian, as things tend to be with him, but inflated at such a cost that you blanched upon hearing he uses it on the field. don’t you worry about it?

there are far more important things to worry about.

you’ve tried it on your wrist, once, and found that it hung uselessly, several sizes too big. he fills in that extra space so well, veins branching from where it hugs his carpal, adding dimension to the hand that disappears into your pussy.

you wish you would worm your way into his skin, nestle there with all the things that paint this portrait you love so dearly. it would do a great deal for the anxiety that plagues you while he’s away, stressing about loss of mind or limb, or the loss of your daddy in his entirety, out there somewhere where you cannot reach him.

(you wonder, briefly — ridiculously — whether he feels the same about you. but those suspicions are eased when he pulls away from the bracket of your hips, proud smile warping the moustache atop his lip, and places a scratchy kiss to your temple.)

“that’s a good girl.”

[elennemigo]

✦ GIFTOBER 2024 (+ @mcuchallenge)| Day 06/31: BRANDS

Precision. Performance. Depth. Style.

By Benedict Cumberbatch.

[tiarascrowns]

MONTRE EXTRAORDINAIRE LA ROSE

"PROPERTY OF A LADY

JAEGER-LECOULTRE

'MONTRE EXTRAORDINAIRE LA ROSE', LADY'S GEM SET AND DIAMOND BANGLE-WATCH

Designed as a blooming rose with circular-cut ruby and pink sapphire and brilliant-cut diamond-set petals, featuring a circular dial, to the tsavorite garnet stems and leaf, mounted in 18 karat white gold, inner circumference approximately 155mm, signed Jaeger-LeCoultre, numbered, limited edition 2/3, case stamped Jaeger-Lecolutre.

The present bangle watch exemplifies a simple flower with all its delicacy and beauty. With its delicately interwoven petals and fine curved leaf veins, every detail of the ‘Queen of Flowers’ has been reproduced as faithfully as possible. The dial is concealed under lifelike motion of layered petals frosted with sapphires of different shades. This extraordinary timepiece is powered with caliber 846 mechanical movement hidden at the heart of this floral creation."

- Sotheby's

[oxfords---notbrogues]

[supercalifragipopculturevomit]

Can I interest anyone in a photo of Daniel Brühl and Henry Cavill in smart suits showing off their fancy schmancy Jaeger-LeCoultre watches? 📸 Daniele Venturelli (September 2018)

[houltsworld]

New photo of Nick for Vanity Fair on Time 💚

📷 Kirk Iswarienko

[thelostsmiles]

Benedict has been zen for years now. I love every iteration of it.

[moonwatchuniverse]

April 1959... the " Mercury 7 " astronauts 65 years ago, NASA presented the first group of astronauts:

US Navy LtCmdr Alan SHEPARD (35)

US Navy LtCmdr Walter SCHIRRA (36)

US Navy Lt Scott CARPENTER (32)

US Marine Corps LtCol John GLENN (37)

USAF Capt Virgil GRISSOM (33)

USAF Capt Gordon COOPER (32)

USAF Capt Donald SLAYTON (35)

In September 1962, NASA astronaut group 2 followed with the "New Nine" aka the "Next Nine" and it's interesting to see the wrist watches these pilots/aviators were wearing ! (Photo: NASA)

[newsprezzatura]

New Sprezzatura

[aviel]

Jaeger-LeCoultre 'Atmos 568' clock by Marc Newson

[chineseredcarpet]

Ni Ni for Jaeger-LeCoultre

[permanentstyle]

https://www.permanentstyle.com/2023/11/reader-profile-sebastian.html

Reader profile: Sebastian

[sentierscolores]