#ovulation station

[potter-solomons]

big man and his earring.

bonus:

[sl1ghtlypoisonous]

i think damons nose and my hips wouldve been best friends back then😇😇

[tomhoppusdelonge]

me, 25 days of the month: I HATE people. I could live alone!! in a secluded hut and be happy for the rest of my life not having a SINGLE other human interaction!!! it would be great!!!!

the other 5 days…: I think all of my mutuals should get to free use me and also. gangbang. and also. get really violent with meeeee <3333

[pepperstories]

A t N i g h t | P a t r i c k S u m n e r

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ✎ᝰ: 1ᴋ+

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: 18+. ᴍᴅɴɪ. ɴꜱꜰᴡ. ꜱᴍᴜᴛ. ᴘ ɪɴ ᴠ. ᴘᴀᴛʀɪᴄᴋ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ Qᴜɪᴇᴛ.

ᴀ/ɴ: ɪ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ...6 ᴍᴏɴᴛʜꜱ ᴀɢᴏ? ɪ ʀᴇᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏʀᴛʜ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ʙᴇꜱᴛɪᴇ. ɴᴏᴡ ꜱᴀʟɪᴠᴀᴛɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴘᴀᴛʀɪᴄᴋ. ɪ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴍᴀɴ ꜱᴏᴏᴏᴏ ʙᴀᴅʟʏ. ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴄʀᴜᴅᴇʟʏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴘʜᴏɴᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ'ᴍ ᴀ ᴍɪʟʟᴇɴɴɪᴀʟ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ʟᴀᴘᴛᴏᴘ. ɪꜰ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ɪꜱ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴏꜰʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜱᴛɪʀʀɪɴɢ, ʜɪᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ!

The midnight chill seeps through the thin walls of your cramped cabin aboard the Volunteer, the Arctic wind howling like a distant wolf as the ship creaks against the ice floes.

Sleep evades you, body restless from the endless days of tending wounds in the frozen whaling grounds, your mind drifting to Patrick—his steady hands during surgeries, the way his blue eyes linger on you amid the blood and brine.

Heart pounding, you slip from your narrow bunk, the long night dress of fine muslin clinging to your curves, almost see-through in the faint moonlight filtering through the porthole, nipples hardening against the sheer fabric from the cold. You grab his sheep's wool cardigan, draped over a chair from when he checked your fever last week, pulling it on for warmth, the coarse wool enveloping you like his unspoken desire.

Barefoot, you pad silently down the dim corridor, dodging the snores of crewmen in their hammocks, pulse racing at the risk of discovery in this den of rough sailors.

Reaching Patrick's door, you knock softly, slipping inside when his voice murmurs a sleepy "Enter." the surgeon's cabin a sanctuary of leather-bound tomes and the sharp scent of carbolic acid, lit only by a dying lantern.

Patrick stirs on his bunk, blue eyes blinking open under the tousled ginger beard, his white nightshirt rumpled over his lean, scarred chest, trousers discarded nearby from the heat of restless dreams.

He hasn't touched a woman since before the voyage, celibacy a monkish vow amid the isolation, but seeing you there—framed in the doorway, his cardigan slipping off one shoulder to reveal the translucent night dress outlining your breasts and the shadow between your thighs—ignites a hunger long suppressed.

"What brings you here in the dead of night?" He whispers hoarsely, sitting up, but you don't answer with words; instead, you cross the room, locking the door with a soft click that echoes like a promise.

The ship groans around you, waves slapping the hull, masking your approach as you climb onto the bunk, straddling his lap, the wool cardigan brushing his bare arms. His hands find your hips instinctively, gripping through the thin fabric, breath hitching as you grind down, feeling his cock twitch and harden beneath the sheet, thick and insistent against your pussy.

"We must be quiet." You breathe against his ear, lips grazing the shell, but his blue eyes darken with need, a low groan escaping despite the warning.

You lift the hem of your night dress, bunching it at your waist to expose your bare pussy, slick already from the anticipation of claiming him in this forbidden interlude.

Patrick's fingers tremble as he pushes the sheet aside, freeing his cock—veined and throbbing, untouched for months, the head glistening with pre-cum in the lantern's glow.

He stares, mesmerized, as you position yourself above him, guiding the tip to your entrance, sinking down slowly to take him inch by inch, your walls stretching around his girth with a wet slide that draws a stifled gasp from your lips.

The cardigan hangs open now, framing your body as you settle fully, his cock buried deep inside your pussy, filling you completely in the bunk's narrow confines. He bucks up involuntarily, hands clutching your ass, pulling you closer, but you press a finger to his mouth, eyes wide with the peril—the crew's quarters just beyond the bulkhead, their heavy breathing a constant reminder.

Yet Patrick can't contain himself, a ragged "God, you're so tight... so wet for me," rumbling from his chest, voice husky and unrestrained, blue eyes locked on where your bodies join.

You begin to ride him in earnest, hips rolling in a deliberate rhythm, lifting and dropping to fuck yourself on his cock, the slick sounds of your pussy swallowing him over and over barely audible over the ship's timbers creaking in the wind.

His ginger beard scrapes your neck as he nuzzles in, mouth latching onto your breast through the sheer night dress, sucking hard on your nipple until it pebbles under his tongue, the wool cardigan bunching between you like a shared secret.

Frustration flares at his vocal urges—a sharp "Fuck, yes, ride me harder." whispered too loudly, making you freeze, heart slamming as a distant cough echoes from the deck—but the thrill only spurs you on, grinding down to take him deeper, your clit rubbing against his pubic bone with each descent.

Patrick's hands roam, one sliding up to cup your breast, thumb circling the wet peak, the other digging into your thigh, urging you faster despite the need for silence. His cock throbs inside you, untouched for so long that every clench of your pussy draws a guttural moan from him, blue eyes half-lidded in ecstasy, beard damp with sweat as he fights—and fails—to muffle his praises.

The pace builds, your thighs burning from the effort of bouncing on him, pussy gripping his cock like a vice, juices coating his balls as they slap softly against your ass with each thrust upward.

You lean forward, capturing his mouth in a desperate kiss to silence him, tongue tangling with his, tasting the salt of his restraint breaking, but he breaks away to groan

"I need this... need you, so much." Voice cracking with the raw edge of deprivation, his hips snapping up to meet yours, driving deeper into your core.

The lantern sways with the ship's roll, casting shadows that dance over your joined bodies, the see-through night dress plastered to your skin now, outlining every curve as sweat beads between your breasts.

You clamp a hand over his mouth, riding him relentlessly, the pressure coiling tight in your belly, but his muffled grunts vibrate against your palm, blue eyes pleading and wild, fingers bruising your hips as he chases the release denied him for months.

The risk heightens everything—the creak of footsteps overhead forcing you to slow, then surge again, your pussy fluttering around him in silent warning.

Climax shatters you first, pussy convulsing hard around his cock, milking him as waves of pleasure rip through your body, a choked whimper escaping despite your bitten lip, body shuddering atop him in the woolen embrace of his cardigan.

Patrick follows seconds later, unable to hold back, his vocal torrent spilling out in a hushed roar—"Coming... fuck, inside you."—cock pulsing as he floods your pussy with hot cum, thick ropes filling you to the brim, spilling out around his base with your final rocks.

He thrusts through it, hands pulling you down flush, beard tickling your collarbone as he buries his face there, breaths ragged and unfiltered even in afterglow.

You collapse against him, the night dress tangled, cardigan a warm cocoon, his arms wrapping around you possessively amid the cabin's quiet, the ship's endless night swallowing your shared secret. Patrick's blue eyes meet yours softly now, a tender "Stay with me" murmured against your skin, the vocal storm quelled to whispers as the frozen world outside fades, leaving only the intimate heat between you.

[fireflyinks]

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponent al, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the ool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick thribbing, first clenching, ear rining, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling. teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip bitting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, cant walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail stractching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magniticent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tangos, he could put a nuclear bomb inside me and i'd still ride it and I would give this man the sloppiest, wettest, creamiest, soul taking, slimy, life changing, death DROPPING, heaven sent, flabbergasting, hypnotising, ungodly, astonishing, leg trembling, back arched, hands desperately grabbing the sheets, legs stretching out again and again, toe curling, voice breaking, whimper causing, waist slowly moving up and down, small heavy breath " I can't take much more of this", breaths getting quicker, twitching, throbbing, eyes shut, lip biting, edging begging for relief, warm hot rush bubbling up, spit upon the tongue twisting ground tip-talking against the mouth, sideways spit from the end and lick from the bottom to the top then spit and lick to the bottom.

[saorsawrites]

i should be studying but instead i’m thinking about photos of hugh dancy looking a little bit angry

[starsfreakytwin]

guess who's back

[potter-solomons]

what am I to do with these men? 😏

that's what I call a mighty fine manwich.