holleringhollowfolk

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Full ver. and accompanying ficlet (NSFW - MDNI) under the cut.

Dew knew exactly what he was doing the moment he sauntered across the room with that sharp little smirk, all legs and lace, eyeliner smudged just enough to make his blue eyes even more devastating than usual.

Swiss’s hands were already wandering the moment Dew straddled his lap, fingers skimming over the sheer fabric stretched taut across his pale thighs. The lingerie was sinful—Red and black lace hugging Dew’s hips and the stockings were just as bad, sheer and teasing, leading into intricate garters that Swiss couldn't stop staring at.

Dew smirked, settling more comfortably against him, feeling the way Swiss’s fingers flexed against his hips, “Don’t touch the dancers, Swiss,” a teasing lilt to his voice, dripping sultry as he rolled his hips ever so slightly.

Swiss’s hands twitched, winding around to rest against his thighs, nails biting into the lace just enough to make Dew smirk, "Then you better get off me, firefly, 'cause I don’t think I can follow that rule."

Dew hummed in amusement, dragging his fingers up into Swiss’s hair, twirling a dreaded lock around his finger, "Rainy said I looked like a whore in this," he mused, watching Swiss's reaction closely.

Swiss groaned, his hands squeezing hard at Dew’s waist as he pulled him closer, "Is that so," he rumbled, dragging his lips down the line of Dew’s throat, "Guess I'll have to treat you like one."

Dew shivered, breath hitching as Swiss's mouth moved lower, hot and open over his collarbone, lower still, nipping at his chest, his tongue flicking over the cool steel of his nipple piercings. The sharp inhale Dew took sent a thrill straight through to Swiss’s core.

“Fuck, that’s good,” Dew sighed, tipping his head back as Swiss’s tongue teased at one barbell, lips closing around it as he sucked. His hips stuttered forward, grinding down against Swiss’s stomach and the ghoul beneath him groaned, feeling how warm and hard he already was beneath the lace.

Swiss nosed along Dew’s chest, his hands dragging down his back, gripping at the sheer stockings, the garters, kneading at the softest parts his hands could reach.

The multi's hands slipped down, gripping under Dew’s thighs as he shifted, flipping them effortlessly. Dew gasped sharply as his back hit the mattress, Swiss immediately slotting himself between his legs, one knee pressing up against the back of Dew’s thigh, holding him open.

"Look at you," Swiss muttered, drinking in the sight of him—flushed cheeks, smudged eyeliner making his blue eyes even sharper, chest rising and falling in quick little pants, piercings catching the light with every breath, "Fucking perfect."

Swiss grinned when Dew gasped, arching up into his touch as his hands floated down, pressing against the lace, "All that teasing, and you're already soaking through, huh?" he taunted, pressing just a little harder, watching the way Dew’s lips parted, his breath stuttering, "Still a water ghoul under all that fire."

Dew let out a sharp little whine, his nails digging into Swiss's arms, "Are you gonna keep talking, or are you gonna fuck me?"

Swiss laughed, dark and pleased, leaning in to press his lips just below Dew’s ear, "Both," he murmured, before sinking his teeth into the soft skin there, making Dew shudder beneath him.

His fingers hooked into the lace at Dew’s hips, dragging them down slowly, savouring every second of watching Dew squirm beneath him. The stockings stayed on—Swiss wanted those exactly where they were.

“Fuck, look at you,” Swiss muttered, dragging his hands up higher, thumbs brushing the sharp dips of Dew’s hips, “Wrapped up all pretty for me, knowing damn well I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you,” He pressed a kiss to the inside of Dew’s thigh, looking up to meet his gaze, “You do all this for me, firefly?”

Dew huffed out a breath, shifting his hips in Swiss’s grip, “Maybe,” he admitted, his voice breathy, “You’re the one who likes this kind of shit.”

Swiss grinned against his skin, then sat back on his heels, gripping Dew’s hips firmly before sliding a hand down between Dew’s legs, teasing at the slick warmth waiting for him. He pressed two fingers in without warning, watching as Dew arched up off the bed, a sharp gasp escaping him.

“Fuck—” Dew cursed, fingers digging into the sheets as Swiss worked him open, slow and deliberate, his other hand splayed wide over Dew’s stomach, pinning him down.

Swiss leaned over him again, mouth ghosting over Dew’s ear as he pressed deeper, curling his fingers just right, “You’re fucking dripping for me,” he murmured as Dew shuddered beneath him. A soft whimper escaped his lips and Swiss felt his own cock twitch at the sound. He picked up the pace just slightly, pressing kisses along Dew’s jaw, his fingers never stopping their slow, torturous movements.

“Think you’re ready for me?” Swiss teased, his voice a low rumble against Dew’s skin.

Dew gave him a look—half-lidded eyes, flushed cheeks, lips parted, “I was ready the second I sat in your fucking lap,” he shot back, his voice rough and needy.

Swiss laughed, slow and smug, withdrawing his fingers just to tease them over Dew’s inner thigh, feeling the way he tensed at the loss, “So impatient,” he murmured, positioning himself at Dew’s entrance, running the tip of his cock through the slick mess he’d made, “Gonna fuck you real slow, make sure you feel every inch of me.”

He pushed in, slow, steady, savouring the way Dew gasped, the way his body clenched around him, the molten heat of him nearly making Swiss see stars.

Dew let out a shaky moan, his hands grabbing at Swiss’s shoulders, dragging him down until their bodies were flush, “Swiss—”

Swiss exhaled heavily, pressing his forehead to Dew’s, rolling his hips in a slow, deliberate grind and Dew moaned, his head tilting back, exposing the long line of his throat. Swiss didn’t hesitate to drag his teeth along the sensitive skin there, sucking a fresh bruise into place.

“Yeah,” Swiss groaned, pulling out slow before pushing back in, revelling in the way Dew gasped beneath him, “Prettiest fuckin’ whore I’ve ever seen.”

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Will you dance with me?

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Swissrora my babies 💫

Just a quick sketch!

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Snap Those Final Strings / Watch Me Fall Back

Collab with my dear and absolutely incredible friend @forlorn-crows as a lil gift for @miasmaghoul 😈❤️

"Dew whimpers again and reaches his arm back, craning his neck so he can sloppily capture the quint ghoul’s lips with his own. Breathing hot and humid against each other’s faces, Dew’s hand gripping at Aether’s hair. Whining again when Aether humps, just a little."

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FULL FIC AND ART HERE!!

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The ghouls and ghoulettes that get heats sometimes get woken up by it at the asscrack of dawn. No one's really awake at that time except for Mountain, who likes to get up at ungodly hours to go work in the greenhouse. He values his alone morning time a lot, so they show up with his favourite tea as a peace offering.

He groggily accepts the offering and asks them why they're up so early, even though he could smell it on them the moment they walked through the door. He really just likes to see them get all flustered as they ask him to fuck them.

He'll happily oblige, of course, clearing out a little corner for them on his work table, where he bends them over. The table is set up so that Mountain can comfortably work on it with his height, so it's quite high off the ground. None of them can ever reach the ground with their feet, but they stop caring the moment he starts to pound into them, making the table creak below them.

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Spotify autoplay be like "oh you finished the playlist/album that has nothing to do with Ghost BC? HERE, LISTEN TO SQUARE HAMMER!!!"

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Spotify autoplay be like "oh you finished the playlist/album that has nothing to do with Ghost BC? HERE, LISTEN TO SQUARE HAMMER!!!"

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428 words of big ghoul sandwich (cumulus/mountain/aether) bc we don't talk about these three enough and i need lus and aethe to ruin that beanpole

cw: quintessence use with the tiniest sprinkle of implied dubcon

“Don’t you look cute, honeybee?” Cumulus coos, thumbing over Mountain’s lower lip. It’s shiny with spit and big from being sucked on. The air ghoulette hums, considering something as she cocks her head. She peeks over Mountain’s shoulder where Aether is pressed up against his back, combing through his hair and rubbing at the base of his horns. “Will you make him sweet for me, Aethe?”

Mountain whimpers. He reaches out a hand to brush against the feathers at Cumulus’ hip, longing and forlorn. “But—”

“Shh, shh.” Cumulus guides Aether’s hand to cup his chin. “You’ll let us take care of you, won’t you?” 

“Don’t have to worry,” Aether chimes in. He strokes along Mountain’s stubbled jawline, caressing in a way that the earth ghoul can’t help but lean into—even if that touch is brimming with something sharp and mischievous. “Don’t even have to think, if you don’t want . . .”

Something flickers in Mountain’s eyes then—surprise, need, recognition. Cumulus slides her thumb into his mouth and watches Aether grips his jaw, magick ghosting over the digits pressing firmly into his skin. 

The air ghoulette leans in, just close enough to tease her lips against Mountain’s. He moans, quiet and breathy, eyes fluttering shut as he tries to push his tongue past her thumb. Anything to taste what’s right in front of him. 

But she doesn’t let him.

All she does is giggle, glancing at Aether out of the corner of her eye. “Nighty night,” Cumulus purrs. She pulls back in time to watch Mountain sag under the sudden wave of quintessence shot into mind, head drooping and eyes rolling up with a groan. The magick numbs the control of his limbs, and he falls back against Aether like a heavy ragdoll. Chest heaving in a deep sigh, collarbones colored with a rosy blush. Drool follows Cumulus’ thumb as she slips it from his mouth, and she drags her hand down his body to pet at his cock instead, already chubbing with interest between his thighs. 

“He’s so responsive like this,” Aether mutters. Rumbling when Cumulus wraps her hand around the shaft and strokes. The quintessence ghoul rubs at Mountain’s shoulders appreciatively. “Always such a good boy.” He gives his cheek a peck and Mountain lets out a dainty little noise from the back of his throat.

“Such a pretty sunflower.” Cumulus licks her lips. All sorts of fantasies and plans sparkle in her blue eyes as they roam over the pliant body in front of her. Smirking when Mountain’s cock fills out in her hand.

“Let’s play with him.”

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I need more Dom!Rain with Sub!Swiss

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hc that when they used to play at smaller venues, certain ghouls cough cough mountain, aether, & ifrit cough cough would get really possessive when papa would kneel down and get closer to the crowd, even touching some of them or kissing their hand. mountain would growl behind his kit and aether and ifrit would immediately break position and come up behind their papa, knees rubbing up against his back.

after the show, papa would be pulled into the ghoul dressing room and the three ghouls would growl and chuff while re-scenting him, saying how they hate when the fans get to touch him and that their gross scent sticks to his skin.

they would pull him to sit on the small couch in the backroom, dew placed on his lap with a pack of makeup wipes. the ghouls would demand that papa wear their clothes, papa leaving the venue donning mountain hoodie and ifrits sweatpants, aether's beanie pulled over his head.

papa, of course, knows that his ghouls are possessive. but he loves the treatment, so at the next show, he might just lean even closer, get down on the floor even lower....just too see what they will do, to see how far his ghouls will go for him.

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You keep a casket buried deep within You try to mask it but fall back in sin

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Little shapes and silhouette experimentation with the era 4 guys ✨ Really happy how recognisable they ended up looking!! Will definitely try and do all the ghouls and ghoulettes at some point!

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i think its so cute that, by necessity of the mask, the masked ghouls usually look very directly at what theyre looking at. they look at things with their whole head

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I love when Geralt finds Jaskier's lute with someone else and goes kind of feral about it. It's like finding a literal piece of Jaskier in a shop or dangling off someone's shoulder. Because, it means that something devastating has happened to the bard.

Jaskier’s eyes are blue. His real name is Julian, and he’s the Viscount of Lettenhove. He studied at Oxenfurt Academy.

“Something wrong with Jaskier?” Geralt practically yelled as he barged into Yennefer's cottage.

“There’s always something wrong with that bard,” Yennefer replied, though her gaze lingered on the lute in Geralt’s hands.

Jaskier’s eyes are blue; his real name is Julian, and he’s the Viscount of Lettenhove.

“I found his lute for sale in a shop,” Geralt explained.

“Maybe Jaskier sold it to buy a better one,” Yennefer countered. “I don’t see why that’s a problem.”

Jaskier’s eyes are blue; his real name is Julian.

“Then I found his songbook and his jewelry,” Geralt continued. “Jaskier wouldn’t just part with those. And then I realized... I can’t remember his songs.”

Jaskier’s eyes are blue.

“What are you getting at?” Yennefer asked, a flicker of concern crossing her face. She, too, was beginning to realize something was amiss—she couldn’t recall much about the bard either.

“I think someone’s trying to erase Jaskier from everyone’s memories,” Geralt said grimly.

Geralt once knew a bard.

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Rain, helping unpack the groceries: Aww, look at this tiny cucumber! I can almost fit the whole thing in my hand

Swiss, holding back tears: It looks like an average sized cucumber to me… Maybe even above average

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Dewdrop: Do you have any skeletons in your closet? Cowbell: Figuratively or literally? Dewdrop: Honestly, the fact that I even have to specify....

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More Mountain as requested!

Just a sketch 🏔️