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bunnykaye · 2 months
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Nicola Coughlan Attends The Loubi Show by Christian Louboutin at Paris Fashion Week 2024 Hair by Halley Brisker and Makeup by Neil Young Styled by Aimee Croysdill 📸: halleybrisker and bazaaruk
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cohlumbo · 2 months
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Gibson Girl, Rust Cohle (i)
🥃: HD link, (ii)
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rottengurlz · 10 months
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obsessed with her....
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mattodore · 3 months
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you belong to me and i belong to you and so on
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fizzytoo · 9 months
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“Oh… you're that new farmer, aren't you?"
@eatasslikegrass 🫵🏽 >:3c
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transcript: “ If it weren't for those horrendous clothes you might actually be cute. Actually, nevermind.”
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milkbreadtoast · 8 months
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my first yjh...🧎🏻🛐
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edit: added some more doodles 🤧 he's so hard to draw... cedric is easier kdbfmdndn🧎🏻
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chrissy-dont-talk · 3 months
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He makes my Alpha instincts come out..
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That’s the real me guys..
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loviatarsluv · 5 months
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smash or pass (toxic demonic murder god spawn edition)
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arealifeangel · 2 months
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this edit lives rent free on my mind
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yesandpeeps · 7 months
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Birthday Kiss 🎂💋🦇
Rating: Teen.
Word count: 1146.
Pairing: Swiss/Aeon.
Summary: Aeon’s curiosity for his new life on the surface leaves him excited for any type of celebration. He overhears it’s a certain ghouls birthday, and can’t help himself. Kissing and petting.
Read below or on AO3.
New summons often had difficulty adjusting to the surface’s day and night cycle. It’s a struggle to learn how to initially regulate their energy. New ghouls tend to be keen on long naps, that is, if they even wake up in the morning.
Aeon was no different, granted slack due to his “new summon” status. Snoozing long after the sun had risen above his window. As long as he gets his chores done and gets to practice on time, Papa doesn’t seem to mind. The crisp air of autumn doesn’t help persuade him out of his warm bed, but the ache of an empty stomach sure does.
Eyes barely open, Aeon dresses himself and exits his room, guided towards the common area by smell alone. Whatever had been prepared for their midday meal was already put away, cold and stiffened in the fridge. It’ll do. Had the bright, cold light not clicked on upon opening the door, he would’ve never noticed the white cardboard box that nearly took up a full shelf. Aeon blinked at it for a moment, noticing a plastic viewing slot on the top of the box. Too curious for his own good, he slid the box halfway off the shelf and tilted it, peering in on a white sheet of. Something. Fancy curling letters decorated the surface. After a couple more dumb blinks, Aeon’s finally able to register what he’s seeing.
A sheet cake, elegantly piped with the words, “Happy Birthday Swiss!” Aeon’s jaw might as well have hit the floor. He took a glance around the room, empty except for him, and oh, so carefully slid the cake back onto its shelf. Why had nobody told him? He grabbed another boxed container, a portion of left overs saved for him, and closed the fridge door. He mustn’t waste any time, barely grabbing a utensil to scarf down his first meal of the day. The dish was cleared in what felt like seconds. Aeon had something more important to focus on: finding Swiss.
Thankfully, the rotation of chores was listed on a white board in the common area. Swiss was stationed on laundry duty, so he’d better check there first. Aeon bounded off down the corridor, hard to believe he was out cold barely ten minutes prior.
A little out of breath and sluggish from his hurried meal, Aeon pushes the door open to the laundry room as quietly as he can manage. He pokes his head in, and just like he’d hoped, there was his target with his back to him. Unaware. Alone. Perfect.
Swiss continued the steady pattern of folding towels out in front of himself, using his chin to assist, and tossing them into a basket. Mumbling and nodding along to whatever song was playing in his earbuds, blissfully ignorant to what lurked behind him. While Aeon stalked, the muscles shifting in Swiss’s back caught his attention, and he couldn’t help but admire his arms as he worked. The song must’ve gotten good, because Swiss began a little dance, shifting his weight back and forth between his feet and rolling his body. Aeon felt his cheeks grow warm.
Against better judgment, Aeon believed this was the perfect time to launch his attack. Holding his breath, he crept up behind his victim. He trembled in anticipation before launching his hands forward and grabbing Swiss’s sides, yanking him back against his body. The poor multi ghoul probably would’ve shot through the ceiling with how hard he jumped if he’d not been held down. Off balance and dazed, Swiss grabs at whoever’s arms were squeezing him and whips his head around. His breathless laugh sent a swoop through Aeon’s stomach. Swiss takes a step back to right himself again, letting his head roll back to rest against the quintessence ghouls shoulder.
“That’s a way to greet someone,” Swiss breathes, removing his ear buds.
“You didn’t tell me it was your birthday,” Aeon pouts, tucking his chin over Swiss’s shoulder.
Swiss turns his head, enough to brush his nose against Aeon’s hair. Talk right into his ear. “No?”
“No,” He chuffed, reveling in the way Swiss’s warm breath passed across his cheek. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Wasn’t on purpose, just never came up. Sorry bug,” Swiss shrugged, patting his hands over the limbs wrapped around his middle.
Reluctantly, Aeon let his arms fall to his sides, letting Swiss step out of his range to retrieve a towel that got dropped during the ambush. “So?”
“So what?” The multi ghoul tossed over his shoulder as he refolded the fabric.
Aeon rolled up onto the balls of his feet. “How old are you?” He prodded.
The beat of silence made him drop back onto flat feet, suddenly uncertain. Was that not an appropriate thing to ask?
“Well,” Swiss starts, “I’ve been topside since the reign was shifted to our Papa-“
“Not what I meant,” the other interrupts.
The taller ghoul hums for a moment before giving his answer. Aeon nods slowly before stepping back into Swiss’s space again, this time wearing a grin. Too innocent for the way he crowds Swiss back against the table.
“Well,” Aeon huffs, “I may not have known it was your birthday, but I do have a present for you. Maybe a bit of an apology, too.”
“Is that so?” Swiss tilts his head, unable to stop the smile that splits across his face.
“Mhmm,” hums the agreement. Finally, Aeon reaches to cup Swiss’s face in his hands, letting his fingers lightly scratch over the stubble on his cheeks. Before he can react, Aeon leans forward and places a quick peck to Swiss’s mouth, mostly kissing his teeth.
“Yeah?” Swiss barks a laugh, his head tilting the other way.
“One,” Aeon smiles.
“Just one? That’s it-“
The multi ghoul is cut off by another quick kiss.
“Two.”
Finally catching on, Swiss begins to melt into chuckles. He wraps his strong arms around Aeon, able to reciprocate the kisses now that he sees the game he’s started.
After the tenth kiss, Aeon’s not counting them out loud anymore. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t care, or maybe it’s because the kisses barely break enough for him to say anything. The kisses turn deeper, hotter, wetter. He’s letting his excitement wander, dropping a hand from Swiss’s face to pet at his chest. A shudder runs through him when he feels a wide palm slide up his back and rest on the crook of his neck, huddling Aeon closer. The quintessence ghoul indulges in Swiss’s form, allowing himself to trace the fat padded muscle going down his chest, his ribs, his stomach-
“Y’know,” Swiss mutters between soft licks and sharp fangs biting at his lips, “Plenty of other places could be getting this treatment, too.”
“Is that so?” Aeon chuffs, his fingers tracing the hem of the other's shirt.
“Mhmm,” hums the agreement.
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buggysmain · 3 months
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mattodore · 6 months
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finally opening the sims so corn can make a friend—so long as he keeps his fangs to himself. she doesn't want her blood drained, corn 🫵 @squea
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Thoughts of you.
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unhinged-nymph · 2 months
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¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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bastardpacs · 1 year
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Death 🔺 Triangle
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