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Mermaid Biology

So, lets talk about Mermaids, because that’s exactly the sort of thing we adults do on a weekend.

We all have these concepts of mermaids in our head. They should be beautiful, flowing and colorful with big tails and ability to sing. Artists love to draw them in all sorts of poses, in all shapes and sizes, tails bending all over the place. They are not the most logical of beasts. So lets try to explain them which science!

Mammal, Fish, or reptile?

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My Shaylaaaa 😭😭

Oh he would do that

Credits artist @sakon in X

Something interesting i found out today

Im no plane/aircraft model expert but ive bought star wars lego model kits so...

Caleb is a canon star wars fan?

Instead of him kidnapping us why dont we kidnap him instead scratches head

his mouth has never said "I love you" but his eyes have

I'm desperately hoping for an "I love you" from Sylus🙏🙏

There is no love purer than his

ଘ( ･ω･)_/ﾟ･:*:･｡☆

may the mullet babies come home to you my fellow enforcer girlies °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

I would empty my entire bank account to hear Sylus say "fuck" in that low, breathless voice he gets. JUST ONCE INFOLD PLEASE

꩜ trigger warnings | this is 18+ content. there are no specific kink warnings for this drabble.

"fuck." a low hoarse curse tumbles from caleb's throat. with his hips pinning yours against the mattress there's truly nowhere for you to go. one thick palm slides up the curve of your ass, keeping you pulled flush against him while his other hand tugs at the metallic chain around his neck, slinging the dog tags to the back once more. his pace only falters for a moment before he picks it back up again, pounding into you, fucking you hard and deep. your blunt nails dug into the firm and taunt muscles of his shoulders and back, anything to keep you tethered as he fucks you. there's an audible squealch that rings through the room, your cunt making a mess of his pelvis, creaming his cock.

a low and frustrated growl vibrates in his chest when his dogtags slide around his neck once more, dangling right in your face, the metal glinting and swaying with every thrust. his hand, this time with a slight tremble to it, comes up to grab the two tags, bringing them up to his mouth as he bites down on them. you shouldn't find the sight as erotic as you do — sweat beading around his temples, his brows furrowed in focus, the muscles of his abdomen tightening with every heavy thrust into your fluttering cunt. caleb feels you clenching around him and a faint smirk tugs at the corners of his lips. he knows your close, he knows your body too well for you to hide anything from him. "c'mon," he grits out. "give it to me. be a good girl and cum for me, yeah?"