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Rothirsch - red deer - Cervus elaphus by Olaf Kerber Website | Instagram | Facebook

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god didn’t give me a dick because I’d get hard at warm paper that’s just come out of the printer and everyone would make fun of me

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DnD commission! He’s a tiefling bard, had a lot of fun with the color palette for this one ✨

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strap is such a beautiful noble and sexy word meanwhile dildo sounds like the name of an italian clown 😭

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A Very Human Moment (Part 1)

if y’all ever want to see a part 2 this better do numbers

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Oh….. huge.. mood..

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I saw this post and had to make one for Destiel

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Your Siren Boyfriend eventually tricking you into the water after weeks of just chatting to you on the docks. He never sings or tries to convince you to come in. He sits in the water, his arms propping him up on the low dock so you two can talk. His eyes dark as a trench, and you can’t help but worry about all the light on the surface hurting him. Even at night, it’s still brighter than where he’s from.

The night you bring him sunglasses is when he knows you’re going to be his mate. He feigns confusion and asks how to put them on. You giggle and lean forward, setting them on his face. He takes that moment to grab your wrists, yanking you into the salt water. You barely manage to catch a breath before hitting the water, not that it matters because as soon as he kisses you, you suddenly can breathe.

You want to be angry at him, but he looks so happy. He starts clicking and chirping, something he hasn’t done in a few weeks since he realized you can’t understand him. It must be like when you gets excited and revert to your mother tongue.

His shark teeth gently nip at you neck as he tugs at your clothes, encouraging you to slip out of your swimsuit. You know that you shouldn’t. This isn’t right. But you can’t help yourself. The feeling of your Siren slipping inside of you makes you whimper. He pushes you against the shifting sand of the ocean floor, slamming into you roughly. You can’t help the moans and sounds that escape your mouth. Thank God you can breathe under water now because there’s no way you could have contained yourself.

When he’s done, he eases back, burying his face between your trembling legs. His fat tongue encourages you to finish, and you do rather quickly. Once he’s satisfied, his kisses make their way back up to your lips.

“You’ll stay with me, won’t you?”

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I never want to hear conservatives go on about repressive censorship in China, North Korea, and Iran ever again

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can I interest you in some gay ancient roman matronae on this idea of march

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man yall the interpersonal drama in ancient rome was something else like. there was a guy named crassus who had a pet eel and was so sad when it died that he gave it a funeral, and when another dude named domitius ahenobarbus made fun of him for throwing an eel funeral, crassus was like "oh so this is coming from the guy who's buried three of his wives and not even shed a single tear about it." wish i could've been in the room for that one

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yeah your ship is cool and all but was one of them forced to (after many failed lobotomies) kill over a thousand clones of the other one because their loyalty and devotion was seen as their greatest weakness

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Self care is writing fan fiction that you are the sole target audience for.