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royalhouseofcarrington · 5 months

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The Style Evolution of Queen Elissa of Carrington (King's/Queen's Day Edition Part 3)

See Part 1, her Crown Princess looks, here and the first part of her Queen looks here!

The start of Elissa's so-called "red years" was a symbol of the tremendous changes that the Royal Family was undergoing. Queen Eliza, Elissa's mother-in-law, had passed away just months prior, and the engagement of then Crown Princess Anastasia and Hisirdoux Caspersen had just been announced. In tribute to her mother-in-law, the Queen, now matriarch of the Royal Family, wore one of her dresses and hats to King's Day.

The next year, the Queen wore another homage-like-outfit, this time similar to one worn by her grandmother-in-law, Queen Helena. However, the overall effect with the public was that it was too "Christmasy" and the Queen would later go on to wear it to Christmas later that same year.

The next year, shortly before then Crown Princess Anastasia married Hisirdoux Caspersen, the Queen wore a long red dress with a red fascinator and white flower, presumably as a nod to the fact that her eldest child was getting married.

The year after the wedding was the Queen's most controversial year yet. In February of that year, a cost of living crisis impacted over 65% of Carrington's population and the public requested that members of the Royal Family not debut new outfits for King's Day, wearing something that they already had in their closets. Most female members of the family simply rewore their outfits from the Crown Princess's wedding the previous fall (The bride rewore an outfit from a previous King's Day), while the Queen debuted a brand new outfit, which despite hope that it had been her previous year's dress reworked, was met with disdain by the public, who criticized the Queen harshly for the brand new outfit and caused her popularity to fall dramatically.

The year after, in an effort to gain back some of her popularity, the Queen attended King's Day for the first (and only) time in the State Coach in an outfit that she had worn to Gianna, the Viscountess de Vanily's wedding the year prior, which gained back a tiny percentage of the popularity she had lost.

For her last year attending as Queen Consort (although no one knew it at the time), the Queen rewore her outfit from Christmas the year prior, combined with a hat that was said to have belonged to Princess Isabel, although she was never photographed wearing it.

Just a two months after having lost her husband, King Richard, the now Queen Dowager attended the first Queen's Day in close to 75 years in yet another Mary Poppins-esque ensemble and a repeat of her Christmas-like bow hat.

The next year, the Queen Dowager returned to her tried and true style of dress for important occasions, as she had previously sported a pink dress similar to the wedding of the now Queen Anastasia and a very similar hat to King's Day while expecting the Princes Robert and Benjamin.

And finally, for the most recent Queen's Day, the Queen Dowager rewore a floral hat that she's worn many times since it's first debut and a dress also designed by Natasha Burton, her favorite designer.

#royalhouseofcarrington #Fashion Evolution #I told y'all I had tea #You got tea #Who am I going do next? Idk #Elissa LOVES Natasha Burton #Similiar to how Kate loves Catherine Walker Jenny Packman and Alexander McQueen for her formal daytime outfits #All these looks? Natasha Burton #Girl does not know variety #She supported Natasha Burton so much that Natasha moved away from her starting fashion house and started her own #Simply because Elissa wouldn't wear any other designer

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6qubed · 4 months

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Advanced Tactics And Stratagems in the field of murdering defenseless teenagers, actors, witches, et al

I call this my "Not A Pig" fit. this, combined with Thick Fog Sauce, should hopefully provide enough of a survivorly profile while crouched that I can get close enough for ambush strikes

inaugural results from Larry's Loony Bin are promising

bonus:

sneakin'

#sixpost #dead by daylight #The Pig #amanda young #Not A Pig #second Not A Pig game was less promising but I blame coldwind farm for that #map's so big my Fog Sauce got diluted plus it's DAYTIME >:V #still got 3 though so I'm happy but still #there's another outfit for Miss Piggy that's less metalhead and more survivory but I don't have it #yet

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gaycatastrophe · 7 months

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half illithid and still the hottest boygirltoy in camp

#bg3 durge #act 3 strat: rush to save the clothes shopkeeper asap so my party gets all the good outfits and dyes #now my little bhaal babe has burgundy red drow armor for his daytime look too

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katharine-hepburn · 7 months

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to get a bit more into it (poll in next post down) i love playing dressup and being a pretty princess. ive thought about making my own version of one of their dresses, but my nonni has rightfully pointed out that by the time i buy the fabric, make or buy a pattern and then make the dress it would be absolutely worth two to three hundred dollars so i might as well pay the experts that amount to do it for me

#the price of fabric these days. so upsetting #my nonni used to make all of her clothes #and she lived in a city!! she didnt have to she just has an interest in fashion and likes sewing #(btw i wish shed saved her trousseau so i could wear the daytime outfits. slay after slay)

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beardedhandstoadshark · 7 months

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Does Mage likes purple only? what about other colors?

His favorite color is actually black! (it’s not a color ik idc) and aside from purple (it feels classy and fancy) and dark blue (night skies), he generally prefers warm colors, while disliking green and light blue.

#another anon ask #Original character do not steal [tm]#the purple outfit is also used a bit as indirect advertisement #as in ^hey these colors signify wealth and therefore a successful business^#^meaning the wares are high quality^#plus it helps sticking out better when going around as a traveling merchant during daytime

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mxgoldenwood · 1 year

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need to get my hands on some extra cash because I DESPERATELY want to commission someone to design a couple outfits for Erann. I love all his priest robe looks and all - but he really needs some casual and partyboy looks and I cannot for the life of me seem to make it happen in a way that satisfies my needs......

#mxg text post #no queue only post #crying because I know what I want and I can't make it look Right #if I had the spare funds I can think of a couple of artists I would trust to make it happen for him #I just need him to have an outfit that can be buttoned up for the daytime respectable(tm) look #but also #that same outfit needs to scream 'I obtain my sense of self worth through my hedonistic slutty tendencies so let's get fucked up'#once it's unbuttoned for the nighttime party look #maybe someday I'll get it just right... OR I'll get the cash to have someone else help me make my dreams a reality #other key features include: corset vest; high heeled boots; a little moulin rouge aesthetic perhaps #one day........

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mothghhost · 1 year

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my roommates keep telling me im very creepy at night like horror movie creepy and if im going to build any reputation in this house I guess actively haunting it is a good one to have

#how to haunt a house: be naturally very quiet walking around #don't turn all of the lights on at night #move slowly at a chill pace #appear randomly in common spaces at 2am #that's how you do it it even works during the daytime #they're like you're creepy!! but i am literally just existing #for reference i am 5'2" and wear colourful things and am very chill i am not an intimidating person everyone tries to talk to me at the bus #you take out the recycling one time at 2am in a weird pajama outfit and everyone is like what a strange guy #moth meanderings

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everythegildedageoutfit · 2 months

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Every Outfit in The Gilded Age - Outfit 28 - George Russell's outfit 1 - Featured in S1E1 & S1E9

#The gilded age #gilded age #George Russell #Morgan Spector #season 1 #ep 1.1 #ep 1.9 #men #daytime outfit #red #black #grey

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biohazard-inevitable · 2 years

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Well i’ve been talking about wanting it for a while, so heres my Craig of The Creek self insert!

The Wandering Sage of the creek

Legends say of a wandering sage older than any kid on the creek. A youthful spirit with the appearance of a kid but with the wisdom of an elder and the magics of a witch. He is most often seen wandering through the woods, a basket of bones jingling softly by his side, providing aid and wisdom to various kids who seek him out. For those who ask, he mysteriously provides candy of winter’s grace, blessing the children’s breath with its chilly, peppermint glory. An ever mysterious gifter, he has also been spotted communing with the elders at elder rock, playing bring out your beast at the splintery butt, and even trading pristine manga for the quiet sanctuary of reading time in the ninja gardens of the waterfall. Many call him the sage for his wisdom and gifts that stretch beyond the knowledge of the elders, but nobody knows his true intentions beyond that of his mysterious aid.

#craig of the creek #craig of the creek self insert #cotc self insert #cotc #i would be an enigma to these kids #i do actually still have candy canes in the middle of summer #i actually ate one while drawing this #very tasty #i also collect bones and creeks happen to be a really good bone spot!#that and meadows #which is why i’d be a wanderer of the entire creek #bring out your beast is mtg and i love mtg so i’d play there #and i also dabble in dnd and anime/manga #the ninja kids would love me cause i have a collection of manga i keep in pristine condition #the antlers are based off an irl pair i actually own #though they have red tips #still they’re pretty cool #the entire outfit is stuff i own #i also do tarot so im like a daytime witch to the kids #plus knowung they’re in the north their summers are probably about 80 tops #meanwhile as a southerner my summers are 120 tops so jeans in the summer would blow their minds maybe #i am an old wize wizard and i’d be like a legend

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creamecream · 7 months

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"Aren't we too early? they're still setting up..."

Polly rung her hands, but Cornelius laughed and waved a hand dismissively.

"Don't worry about it, Hun! if they wanted us to leave, then they'd say so!"

Polly nodded at that. "I guess you're right..." the princess said, letting Cornelius spin her, making her laugh. "Okay! okay!" she yelped through giggles.

"Good! don't you worry, Esty, I'm always right~." Cornelius said lightly, putting a hand on Polly-Ester's shoulder, as well as on Aegir's, who was standing behind him, making the sea warlock freeze up.

Aegir quickly got his baring's back, glaring at the other boy.

Mkali rolled her eyes when Aegir just huffed with annoyance, opting to just glare at Cornelius rather than saying anything or batting his hand away.

"Just say something."

Mkali insisted quietly. "Tell him to back the fuck up."

Aegir turned his gaze back to the lioness hybrid, shaking his head slightly.

"That'll just make him worse, and you know that."

Polly-Ester giggled from behind the pair, making them turn back to the others, seeing the other two looking at them, their eyes bright with mischief.

"We can hear you; you know." Cornelius said through a laugh.

#more prom stuff more prom stuff #this time some vk specific content because honestly I just wanted to #flat colors mainly so I can use this for color reference for drawing them again #I could have saved flat colors then edited it but I didn't think about that until later #so they're doing some daytime prom right now instead of showing up on time #polly got a big poofy gray dress with sparkly silver accents a silver purse with a small amount of gold #her nails her makeup her bell and her ribbon belt all gold #cornelious with all pinks because of course he wants to have swishy fabrics #aegir in his blacks and fishnets and then mkali literally raided aegir's closet #aegir just unconsciously dressed up to see jupiter and while mkali was going to go in her normal outfit #because she's just going for giving kumani emotional support because she asked gwyneira #aegir just gave her a look while he was getting his outfit and she was like 'fine let me take your stuff'#he's never getting those back he knows it mkali at least brought her own little belt thing it's actually a knife tbh #descendants #fan characters #fan children #polly-ester #cornelius sanderson #sea warlock aegir #nukluun baby #mkali

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kleftiko · 7 months

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❦ CAN’T GIVE IT TO ME

“your best friend has always been the person you turn to when times are tough. so when your shitty husband refuses to give you a baby, what else are you supposed to do?”

cw: infidelity, unprotected sex, cream pie, breeding kink, pussy eating, squirting

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

It was never a surprise when you made a stupid decision.

Sometimes, people thought you were purposely being an airhead, not paying attention, or being reckless in your life because Satoru was always there to fix things for you. It didn't stop him from letting you know his thoughts on your actions, but he was always there when you called.

When you married your husband, Satoru told you he didn't like him. Didn't think you married for a good reason, either.

Did you love your husband? Maybe. Maybe not. But you liked the freedom he gave you—credit cards and a house to yourself most days—while he was constantly away on business trips. You could spend your days spoiling your girlfriends on a shopping spree and your nights in expensive clubs.

You don't know when you began feeling lonely and bored, though. But one day, you started noticing mothers with their kids. playing in the park, shopping at the grocery store, and taking photos on vacation, and you began to think that maybe you wanted something else in life besides waking up hungover to an empty bed.

So when your husband got home that evening, tired and immediately pouring himself a drink, you proposed the idea. The look he gave you said it all, but he still told you no. He was a busy man; he didn't have time for a family, and you should know that.

It's not like he ever fucked you anyway; for most of your marriage, your orgasms and libido were taken care of by vibrators, dildos, and your best friend.

Which is why when your husband left the next day, you called over Satoru.

He never had to try to look good, showing up with a plain shirt, sweatpants, and those signature glasses. You, on the other hand, changed three times before he arrived, not being able to decide which outfit was going to help you get what you wanted. The formal dress was too much for daytime, the skirt was a bit too juvenile, and eventually you just decided on shorts and a tank top, loungewear that to anyone else would look like you were just having a day in, but the way the short fabric loosely covered your ass told a different story.

Satoru accepted the glass of red wine you offered when he walked in the door and took a seat at the kitchen table, spreading his legs casually as he took a sip.

"I want a baby." You told him straight up.

Satoru smiled as he looked at you over his glasses and said, "Nice. Congrats."

"With you," you clarified. He raised an eyebrow.

"Seems like something you should ask your husband," he said, nimble fingers playing with the neck of his wine. "I'm just here for the drinks."

You pouted, taking a seat in the chair beside him.

"Please, 'Toru?" you asked.

His eyes drifted down to your fingers as they trailed lightly over his thigh, knowing exactly what you were trying to do.

"And why would I help you?" He smiled lazily.

You got up and straddled his lap, setting down his glass of wine in favour of moving his arms around your body.

"You've helped me before." You whisper, and he nods casually, as if that was a good point.

You couldn't count the number of times Satoru let you use his fingers or sit on his face when you were needy. Or how many times you repaid him with your lips around his dick or riding his thigh. But no matter how many times he made you cum, he never gave in to your pleas to stretch your pussy on his thick cock. He refused to, as long as you were married. Was it right? Probably not, but Satoru had his rules.

And you've never minded the mind-numbing pleasure he would give you with his hands and mouth until now. Because now, what you wanted required something else of his that was previously off limits.

"I've helped you a lot of times, sweetheart." He sighed in defeat. "And you always ask for more."

You were confused, not understanding the meaning of his words until his fingers slid between your legs. With a soft gasp, you instinctively start grinding yourself onto his palm, forgetting what he was saying.

"I'm at your beck and call when you need my fingers or tongue," he said, letting you continue your ministrations. "And now you're asking me to fill your cunt and expect me to be okay with our kid calling your husband 'dad'?"

With a harsh press to your clit, you freeze, and a small whine escapes from your lips.

"You think that's fair, sweetheart?" He asked, eyeing you with contempt.

But instead of answering, you try to move your hips against his hand again for friction, only to get a harsh pinch to your thigh.

You yelped, but answered him. "No, it's not."

He seemed happy with your response and said, "What's in it for me?"

You furrowed your brows. In all the years you've known Satoru, he had never asked for anything in return; he always gives, gives, gives. There honestly wasn't any answer you could come up with. But when his long fingers started circling your heat again, making you melt, you asked.

"What do you want, 'Toru?"

He grinned at how easy you were and let you rest your head on his shoulder in response to his fingers. "Say you'll leave your husband, and I'll fill you up as much as you want."

You whined in response, but with your body rocking against his, breathing in his cologne, and hearing his husky voice in your ears, it didn't seem like a bad idea. So you nodded, light gasps dusting over his neck as you breathed out, "Okay."

Satoru's strong hands then left your pussy, but you didn't have a chance to complain when he grabbed the back of your thighs and stood up. When your head leaned back to look at him, you saw a dangerous look in his eyes.

"Good girl." His voice was low as he said, "Let's make you a mommy."

With that, he dropped you onto the table, the wine glasses shaking beside you as a result. Satoru dropped to his knees between your spread legs and reached for your shorts. Already wet with your slick, they stuck to your heat slightly as he slid them off, and you hissed at the feeling of the cool kitchen air against your pussy.

His breath grazed your thigh as he licked a harsh strip up your slit. Your body trembled as his tongue traced its way up, sending shivers of anticipation through your entire being. The dangerous look in his eyes intensified, fueling your desire for him. You couldn't help but arch your back, offering yourself fully to his skilled touch. As his tongue continued its tantalizing journey, your moans grew louder, matching the rhythm of his movements. The intensity of him led you to grasp at his soft silver hair in an attempt to ground yourself, but he smacked your hand away.

"You're gonna feel everything I give you." His sunglasses were discarded, so you saw every emotion in his darkened eyes. "And you're gonna take it."

After you nodded quickly, Satoru wrapped his arms around your thighs, locking your cunt against his tongue as he devoured you. His careful mouth probed every inch of your sensitive folds, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. The way he smoothly flicked and sucked on your clit had you on the edge of ecstasy, unable to control the moans that escaped your lips. As his tongue delved deeper, you surrendered completely to the overwhelming sensations, losing yourself in the intoxicating bliss he was giving you.

In an attempt to warn him, you could only stutter out an, "g-g'nna."

But Satoru seemed to understand as his lips attached themselves to your bud, and one of his arms freed your legs so he could thrust his fingers inside your sloppy cunt. The combination of his skilled tongue and the added penetration sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Each thrust of his fingers matched the rhythm of his tongue, intensifying the pleasure and pushing you closer to the edge. As you reached the peak of ecstasy, your body convulsed uncontrollably, overwhelmed by the mind-blowing sensations he was delivering. You briefly understood your legs spamming as you painted Satoru's mouth with your cum.

It took a moment for you to calm down, your eyes opening to look at the ceiling as you realized your back was on the table. Unable to remember when you had laid down, let alone move your body on your own, Satoru pulled you to stand on your jelly legs.

His eyes held your gaze as he wiped his face and licked his lips clear of your cum. Before you could say anything, he gripped your hips, his wet hands sending shivers up your hot skin as he turned you around and pushed your stomach onto the table.

You looked over your shoulder at your best friend; his head was tilted back, eyes closed as he hissed in pleasure, the hand covered in your slick stroking his hard cock. The reminder of the fact that his dick was finally going to be inside you made you whine and wiggle your hips to gain his attention again.

Satoru looked down at you with a smile.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, I'm right here." He lined himself up with your hole. "I'll fuck a baby into you," he whispered before slowly pushing himself inside you.

The sensation of him filling you up sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, making you moan and bend your back in response.

"T-'Toru..." You drawled, unable to think of anything else, as he stretched you open.

"That's it, baby, remember who's gonna breed this cunt for you." He hissed.

Your mind became consumed with the overwhelming pleasure as Satoru continued to thrust deeper into you. Every movement he made intensified the sensations, leaving you completely lost in the moment. The sounds of his grunts harmonizing with skin slapping against skin filled the room, adding to the urgency of the experience.

Your eyes locked on one of the wine glasses beside you. The table rocking with Satoru's harsh thrusts caused the silverware to fall over, staining the beautiful tablecloth beneath your face. You don't know why, but the physical reminder of how hard Satoru was going inside you made you moan. The combination of the sensory overload and the unexpected disruption heightened the raw passion between you and Satoru. As your moans echoed in the room, you realized that every element of this encounter was pushing you both towards an adrenaline-filled climax.

"Sa-Satoru—please!" You babbled incoherently as he slapped against you, his fingers digging into the fat of your hips.

"Fuck!" He groaned. "You're gonna look so hot pregnant with my baby."

Your pleas only fueled Satoru's desire, intensifying his thrusts as he whispered dirty promises about knocking you up in your ear. The intense connection between you both grew, driving you closer to the edge of ecstasy. With each moment, it became clear that this intimate encounter would forever be etched in not only your memory but also your life. And it turned you on so much more.

"You gonna great your husband today with your pussy filled with my cum?" You whined at his dirty talk. "S'it gonna drip down your legs when you tell him it's over?"

You don't know why, but the reminder of the fact that Satoru wasn't your husband was what did it for you. You came to the realization that it wasn't your husband fucking a baby into you, but your best friend. This forbidden affair intensified the pleasure and excitement coursing through your veins, causing you to clench impossibly tighter around Satoru's cock.

He groaned loudly at that, folding his body over yours as he reached his own orgasm.

"You're all mine now, sweetheart." He whispered into your ear as his cum shot into your cunt, filling you up better than you could've hoped for. The intensity of the moment left you breathless as you lay there, sweat clinging to your forehead as the scent of wine and sex filled your senses. You whimpered pathetically when Satoru slipped out of you and crouched down to watch the globs of his cum drip out of your pussy with each clench around nothing. Your trembling legs couldn't stop him when he scooped up the slick and pushed it back into you with a dissatisfied hum.

"Don't think it stuck, sweetheart." He sighed. "Might need to fill you again."

#kleftiko’s kinktober #jjk x reader #jjk smut #gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru smut #jjk x you #jjk imagines #jjk gojo #jjk x y/n #gojo x y/n #gojou satoru x reader

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kurogxrix · 10 months

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Dad!Mob!Bucky Barnes x Mom!reader

IN WHICH you and Bucky had limited time to spend intimately during the past few days, leaving you both extremely sexually frustrated. When your son’s occupation offers you 4 minutes of free time, Bucky’s damn adamant on making your legs shake in less than 3.

Warnings: SMUT, dry humping, P in V, quickies, kitchen counter fuck.

The sun had risen for around 2 hours now, and your husband had yet to leave the bed. You had thought that maybe he’d left for work after you had gotten up in the morning, because the mob was no easy job after all. Though after a quick check up on your sleeping son, you’d found his father in the same exact position, head in the clouds on your shared bed despite it already being 7 in the morning.

The Alaskan King mattress draped on the luxurious bed frame made a man as huge as Bucky look so small, you couldn't even imagine what you and your son looked like when it was only the two of you lying down on it. The fluffy mattress was just so plushy and dreamy that you couldn’t even blame Bucky for sleeping in, so instead, you made use of yourself around the house. Sure you did have maids maintaining the mansion during daytime, but you were bored and there was clearly nothing better to do while waiting for your two boys to wake up.

You quickly realised that your newfound occupation was not going to last, if it had even managed to start, because how could you clean a house that was already spotless? Yet again you had already gotten bored of it, so instead you found amusement in mindlessly scrolling on your phone. Your feet were fast to lead you to the kitchen, a path that was solidly traced deep inside your head. From the endless of secret midnight trips that you’d take to satisfy your cravings during pregnancy, you’d notice yourself finding an odd comfort in the expensive marble floor and matching countertops.

Too entranced in the media to notice the heavy footsteps that were closing in on you, the bulky arms entrapping your waist surely did scare you at the moment, and you nearly let out a yelp as your phone escaped your grip. Thanking yourself for having leant against your kitchen counter, you turned around to glare at your husband.

“Morning Malyshka, little trouble not runnin’ wild today?” Bucky rasped out, his hands still gripping onto your hips as if to keep him grounded. You found the smirk on his face less than amusing, and you reckoned that he was probably reliving the jumpscare that he had given you inside of his head, probably so proud of his little prank.

“Lev is with his nanny right now, I didn't have time to see him earlier because apparently he’s been preparing a surprise for us. He did however ask through Grace for his papa and mama to be present in about 10 minutes.” you recalled the exact words that Lev’s caretaker, Grace, had spoken to you a few minutes ago. You’d told her this morning that she could head back home, given that apparently Bucky had taken a day off to stay at home. Though on her way to the door, she had been unfortunately intercepted by a freshly woken-up Lev, but she didn’t mind one bit. Your son was quite the charmer, nobody could resist those doe eyes of his.

The smile present on your face as you spoke about Lev could only feed Bucky’s admiration towards you, if it was even possible to grow the endless love that he already held for you. Your ears caught onto the grunt that Bucky had let out in response, instead too busy taking in your outfit with those hungry baby blue eyes of his to even mutter out a proper verbal response.

It had almost been too long since you both have had time to touch the other in a much more intimate way than you were currently doing, and it almost made you crave. Scratch that, you were past the point of craving, in fact you felt so deprived of it that you were ready to get down on your knees and pray for god to release you of the intense sexual frustration that you felt, but that sounded a little too vulgar. You knew that Bucky felt the same, that he’d spend way too many nights fisting himself in his office while your name fell in short groans under his breath. But work had been getting busy, and you had to care for things around your home while your husband attended those never ending meetings.

Now would have been the perfect time to relish in each other, considering Bucky had no work

Now would have been the perfect time to relish in each other, considering you were both currently alone and your son was getting safely watched over. But you feared that Grace was going to come fetch you sooner than your son had demanded, and the allocated time was not even that far from then. Nevertheless, you could read straight through Bucky’s mind as he gazed at you like some starving man. His cock painfully aching in the restraints of his plain boxers as he enjoyed the sight of you in nothing else but a white, oversized button down shirt and a pair of comfortable cotton panties.

“Whatever you’re thinking of right now, cut it out okay? I’m sure that Grace said she’d come fetch us at 9:30, and look at the time now,”

you pushed Bucky further back with two fingers on his chest, creating space between you both as you felt his intense stare burning literal holes through the thin fabric of your shirt. Bucky craned his neck towards the nearest clock, groaning in annoyance when the hands showed a clear 9:24.

When he looked back towards you, you had already turned your body back towards the counter. Leant against the cool marble surface with your phone in hands, Bucky had to suppress a groan at the sight of your ass in those tight little panties, right in front of him, ready for him to ruin.

A surprised gasp left your lips as you felt large, warm palms engulfing your hips once more. This time however, you felt Bucky pulling your hips onto his, making your ass collide against his straining cock. You almost groaned at the feeling of his hard clothed length pressed up so tightly against you, the wet spot of precum staining his boxers already starting to soak into your own underwear.

“C'mon doll, allow me just those 6 minutes of your time, I promise I can even make you cum in less than 3.” you could almost feel the smirk in his tone, his warm breath fanning your neck as his naked chest pressed against your clothed back. If he wasn’t already irresistible before, you sure as hell were a saint for not falling into the temptation of your smoking hot mob husband pleading to fuck you.

You turned back to your phone instead of audibly responding, afraid of your mouth betraying you at the moment. You tried to swallow down a moan as Bucky’s large calloused palms slid underneath the oversized button down shirt that you were wearing, daintily caressing your smooth skin. Sure your eyes were pointed at the screen of your phone, but your mind couldn’t concentrate on anything else but the feeling of Bucky’s very hard boner still pressed against you.

You couldn’t help your mind from running, not in the compromising position that you were in. You shuddered at the memory of Bucky’s cock stretching you out like no other, his wonderful length reaching the depths of your body as you rode him greedily after a day spent away from each other. It was a nasty cocktail of filth, concocted with drool, sweat and a couple of loose cuss words thrown here and there.

He was nothing more than a tease, and damn did he know it. The way his fingertips grazed your skin, making you want to drop the act and beg on your knees for him to touch you properly. Once again, his hands met with your hips, except this time you had little time to react to your husband pulling you further back into him.

You’d ended up completely bent over the marble counter, your chest flushed against the cold material of the table as Bucky palmed your ass greedily, as if it’d bring him pleasure. His other hand was gripping at your upper thigh for dear life, oftentimes running up your legs seductively, leaving you with shivers running down your spine.

You dropped your phone once he’d started rolling your hips onto his, tired of pretending like you could actually focus on whatever was displayed on your screen as he manhandled you to his will. You forced yourself to remain quiet as he continued to roll your hips onto the bulging tent of his boxers, drowning in the sweet groans that he was letting out. Too desperate to care how loud he was being, Bucky tipped his head back in pure pleasure.

Never once did it occur to you how pleasuring dry humping could be, but yet again it could’ve been because of how sexually deprived you both were. You shrugged the thought of getting caught away, blaming it on the fact that since no clothes were being removed, you could easily play it off if anyone were to walk in.

Bucky felt as though he could burst from the sheer clothed friction itself, but it was not enough, he needed to feel you. Fuck it, he was genuinely ready to drop to his knees and beg to fuck you like a hopeless man. He’d beg to eat you like a famished boy, hell, he’d wouldn’t even mind if you allowed his fingers only.

Thick fingers ran down the seam of your panties, sneakily slipping under the elastic band to push the cotton fabric down to pool around your upper thighs. You turned around to yell at him, clearly he was not understanding. The clock flashed at 9:26 now, and your anxiety was peaking at every moment that the second hand moved. Your words got caught up in your throat as he brought his hand up to his mouth, lubricating three of his fingers with his spit before bringing a hand down to rub at your aching pussy.

“Fuck detka, look at you all pretty and soaked for me.” Bucky almost moaned out, tongue lapping out to wet his slightly chapped lips. You didn’t even have time to process your husband pulling down his own restraints, thick and veiny cock slapping against his toned stomach with a satisfying wet sound. Precum smeared from his cock and onto the muscles of his stomach, leaving you shaking with anticipation.

“If you’re gonna do anything then you better do it now ‘cause we only have 4 minutes!” you rushed out the words, voice shying away as you felt him pushing the fat tip of his cock through your soaking folds. You moaned at the feeling, gripping the counter so hard until you could feel your joints straining. Bucky picked up the pace, pressing a hand under his cock to help slide himself faster between your lips.

He was drenched by now, thick cock dripping with your arousal as his eyes gawked at the way his length disappeared between the both of your bodies at each of his thrusts. Time was waiting, and Bucky knew more than anybody else as he was facing the wall-mounted clock. The warmth of your hole was calling for him, waiting for him to stretch you out like he had done so many times before.

Bucky gripped firmly onto the base of his cock that was twitching impatiently in his hands, teasing your entrance as he slid only the tip in and out. He bit down onto his lips in order to retain the series of filth that was bound to escape his mouth, his teeth were biting so hard onto the delicate skin of his lips that he was sure it had started bleeding at some point. “Fuck and would you look at that, S’like you’re trina suck me up doll,” he ran his mouth, unable to prevent the nasty roll of his words from escaping.

Sweatdrops ran down his toned pack of abs as he eyed the way you squirmed from nothing else but his flushed tip, resisting the urge to just bury himself inside of you right now until you could think of nothing else but how stuffed you were. Though a quick look at the clock told him to stop resisting the urge, and that’s what he’d done. You were sure that the whole building could’ve heard the cry of pleasure that left your throat as Bucky sheathed his cock completely inside of you, leaving no space for second thoughts now that he’d gone all the way.

His cock twitched at the sound of your desperate whines, your hips grinding against his in a desperate need for friction. “Thought you were the one that didn’t want this, detka? What happened to that huh?” his tone almost sounded sardonic as his eyes trained on the way your hole greedily engulfed his cock, juices lapping all over his length once more as he slowly but surely pumped himself inside of you. You couldn’t even speak back to him, already too cock drunk from what he had yet to even give you.

His grin grew at your silence, at least in coherent words, your whines only grew as the seconds passed. You both have had many quickies in the past, in between Bucky’s break as he had you on his desk, or hidden somewhere in a closet, you name it. Though none of them have ever been as desperate as this one, as needy. Finally deciding to ease your painful awaiting of pure pleasure, he gave into the warmth.

With the mix of his swift thrust and thick finger circling at your clit, it took you no time to lose grip over the counter. Bucky took notice of your sudden weakness, and as the caring husband that he is, dragged his arm up to wrap around your torso, locking you flushed with your back against his chest. The new position had your back arching for more, your sultry moans a clear sign that you were enjoying yourself.

The tips of his middle and ring finger were laid flat against your clit as he ran teasing circles onto it. You felt your knees buckling as Bucky’s lips left sloppy kisses at the back of your neck, thankful enough for his incredible strength as he kept you standing by his own. Pride coursed through his body at the sight of you being so dishevelled because of him, the back of your head now pressed up against his chest as you leaned into him.

Bucky’s knees were slightly bent to reach into you, bless his large frame and impressive height, he was quite literally hovering over you. It felt too good getting fucked right by such a large man, the size kink inside of you feasting from the way his large palm could swallow you up on its own. It didn’t take long for Bucky’s forceful strokes to falter, now in a sloppy pace as his own orgasm chased up to him.

Yours hit you like a cold bucket of water, but in all the nice ways. Like a cold bucket of water but during the driest summer days. It only took you a final sharp thrust and the endless toying of your clit to send you over the top, your toes curling and fingers digging painfully into the arm holding your torso up as your orgasm washed over you. It was a loud and whiny one, but the sound of you coming only riled Bucky up more.

His clumsy strokes were a warning that he was coming shortly behind you, and after three last, hard and deep pumps of his cock, he was milked dry inside of you. The room filled with deep grunts and your exhausted panting, you shivered as your husband’s spent breath tickled the skin of your neck.

“Fuck that was…that was- holy shit we needed that.” bucky stammered into the crook of your neck, a heartfelt chuckle erupting from his chest as he came down from his high. The short bucking of his hips finally stopped, and you could finally release your bottom lip from the painful tug of your teeth. The both of you stood there for a couple of seconds trying to catch your stuttering breathing as the clock ticked clean on 9:30.

You could barely even cipher the first knock that was sent at the huge kitchen doors, before the knocking resumed. You and Bucky broke apart faster than you would’ve liked to, and you groaned at the empty feeling that he’d leave behind after pulling his softening cock out of you. Reluctantly, the both of you flung the little amount of garments that you previously had on, cringing at the wet feeling of Bucky’s dripping semen getting caught by your panties.

“We’re coming soon Grace, tell Lev to wait in his playroom while waiting for us.” you yelled loud enough for your son’s nanny to hear, although with the amount of screaming that Bucky had put you through, you doubted she’d hear much with the way your voice would rasp. Her lack of response hinted at you that she’d heard your little altercation with Bucky, and you mentally cursed at the both of you for traumatising the poor woman.

“Dunno about you but I'm not going anywhere near our son looking like this so you’ll have to go first while I shower,” you grinned mischievously as Bucky threw his head back in an annoyed groan, already knowing what was awaiting him in a few seconds. Though you both were more than aware of your son’s mood in the morning when you weren’t there, you just felt the need to tease him a little bit more.

“You how tempered he gets when his momma isn’t there first thing to see him in the morning, but that’s what you get for being impatient now,” you grinned, running a hand down his stubble as you stood on your toes to give Bucky a chaste kiss that he tried to chase for longer than you would allow.

Bucky’s baby blue eyes followed your every move as you sauntered away from him with a sultry sway of your hips, the button down shirt covering the majority of your panties but it was hard to miss the dribble of his and your arousal running down your legs shamefully. Running a hand down his face, he tried not to get lost in the shameful thoughts that he had of you running through his head, instead, he was too busy mentally preparing himself for the angry fit that your son would throw once he realised that his momma wasn’t there by his side to kiss him good morning yet.

this is my second smut written and i haven’t written one since 2021 so pls don’t judge LMAO😭

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