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kiiseru · 1 month
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clerith + hands/holding
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sepia-witch · 1 year
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This was as Ronan remembered it.... His hand still pressed against the back of Ronan’s skull the way it always did when they hugged.
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blmpff · 4 months
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Moonlight Chicken (2023) 1x1
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no thoughts,, only pedro pascal in the merge mansion AU
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someloudguy · 6 months
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dapandapod · 2 years
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Handshandshands
I don't even know. I just needed more hands and haldholding excuses, and just. Yes. Hands. What was I saying? Anyway please enjoy! <3
On Ao3 here
Armor is one of the most important things for a witcher. Leg padding, chest plates, neck protectors, gloves-
Gloves is in honesty what Jaskier keeps returning to over and over again.
See, traveling together as much as they do, you do get to see most of your companion. Jaskier has seen Geralt's ass enough times to paint it from memory.
(Let’s not talk about why he would paint Geralt's ass from memory.) (Also, it needs saying, that is one fine ass.)
What Jaskier now has discovered, and been completely obsessed with lately, is how little he has seen Geralt's hands. Hidden under those gloves, gloves used for any and all purposes and especially hiding those hands. 
Wow, Jaskier is a wordsmith today. But look, Geralt just took them off, and Jaskier is watching those pale, strong and oh-so-capable hands, and this bard's brain can only handle so much at any given time.
He is plucking herbs, and he apparently decided that he doesn't need gloves for that. The little flowers and stems and the whatnots look delicate in his hands. For once Jaskier is quiet. For once, the filter between mouth and brain is working, and it is working *hard*.
His mind is reliving a few weeks back, when the obsession began. Where they had a close call, a Griffin surprising them, nearly taking a chomp out of Jaskier's arm. 
Geralt shot it with a bolt while still sitting on Roach, a good hit, and Jaskier had felt something warm hit his face before it screeched and flew to a safer distance. 
Geralt didn't even have time to down any concoctions, but he was.... more intense than usual. He had made fast work of it, returning to Jaskier's side, who still sat on his ass and blinked dumbly.
"You alright?" Geralt had said, feathers and blood splattered all over his armor.
Jaskier had nodded, and then Geralt had looked down, his eyebrow twitched, at which point this obsession of Jaskier's started.
He took off the glove, slowly and carefully, and wiped something from Jaskier's cheek. Thumb big and gentle and warm, palm cradling his jaw.
Fuck, yep, brain has been in a state ever since.
And thus, here we are.
Jaskier's brain is focusing on little else than those hands as soon as the gloves are off.
"Here, let me hold those for you." Jaskier offers quickly when he notices Geralt's hands getting full. 
The witcher flashes him a quick smile, and when Jaskier reaches out to accept the herbs, he may or may not accidently, totally incidentally, touch their fingers together.
It makes something in his brain spark, he can feel his mouth do something weird, and he hurriedly accepts the herbs and steps back, putting them on the cloth Geralt prepared.
When they settle down for the night, some hours later, Jaskier has a plan.
A great plan. A masterplan. Gods, his brain is so big, it is a wonder he doesn't get more headaches. 
He is also very humble.
The lute is put to the side, Geralt is sorting his herbs and Jaskier is fiddling with his rings. Go time.
"Do you think my rings would fit you at all?"
"Hm?"
"I mean, I have rather large hands, right?" Geralt gives that crooked smile of his and Jaskier is alright. Absolutely alright. "I do! But not as big as yours, I don't think. Oh don't give me that smirk, wipe those dirty thoughts of your mind, witcher."
He scoots closer, holding up one of his hands.
"Look! Let's compare. You can’t have that much bigger hands than me. You are not that much taller than me."
Geralt gives him a look that he can't read, puts down the herb he was holding and wipes his hand before he places it against Jaskier's.
If that bard brain had been thinking anything but HANDHANDHANDHANDHANDHAND he would have thought, oh how considerate. But his brain is in fact thinking HANDHANDHANDHAND and there is room for little else.
Geralt's hand is, in fact, not much bigger than his. His fingers are just a little longer, and just a little wider. His palm is warm, calluses surprisingly smooth. Less dry than he expected.
Jaskier's mind is still chanting when Geralt quirks an eyebrow and flexes his fingers and, oh wait, right. Masterplan.
"Fuh-... Fine. Your hand is a little bigger than mine. Like I said. But my rings, witcher?"
"What about them?" Geralt says, not removing his hand yet. Bard brain sparks. Makes it hard to think.
"Would you fit in one?" Jaskier asks dumbly. Now he has to keep chanting HANDHANDHANDHAND or else his mind will go... places.
"Why would I wear one of your rings?"
"Why not?!" Jaskier asks, deciding to take matters in his own hands. Hands. In his own hands. Yes. Good brain. Anyway, Jaskier grabs Geralt's hand in his own, holding it as if he could ever keep Geralt from freeing himself, pinching at those fingers.
"Maybe on the pinkie." Jaskier decides, choosing one of his rings that seems big enough. Masterplan in action.
Geralt lets himself be held, lets Jaskier attempt to put a ring on a finger. Only twitches lightly when Jaskier grips his ring finger and index finger. 
There is a strange silence around them now, and suddenly Jaskier sees the flaw in his plan. 
Putting ring on finger is.... intimate.
It gets stuck on the first joint, the gold ring just sitting there. They both stare at it for a moment, before Jaskier snorts.
"Well. Yeah, no, that won't fit. I want to get that back, so I'm not pushing more."
More brainsparks and some absolute internal panic, because Geralt adjusts the grip and instead holds Jaskier's hand. Holy fucking shitballs and Meliteles shapely kneecaps, help.
"Never said it would." Geralt says, not looking up, plucking the ring from his own pinkie and returning it to Jaskier's finger.
Remember how putting a ring on someone is intimate? Yup. Brainmelt.
Again, Geralt's hands are gentle. Warm. Jaskier blinks, blinks again, and then he is let go.
"Don't need no rings. It's a good way to lose a finger in my line of work." Geralt tells him and returns to his herb sorting.
Jaskier's hand feels cold and lonely and empty now.
The witcher is still sorting herbs, and Jaskier is once again fiddling with his rings.
The evening is quiet, but Jaskier's head is not. When Geralt leans forward, he sees the ring he thought he lost last year, hanging on the same chain as his medallion.
Yeah, no, Jaskier's mind is screaming.
There is not much sleep for Jaskier that night, and come morning, Geralt doesn't climb up on Roach as usual.
Instead, he takes off his gloves (HANDHANDHANDHANDHAND) and puts them in his saddlebags. Instead, their bare hands bump together as they walk, until Geralt catches his hand and holds it.
Geralt makes jokes the entire way that this is what it took to shut him up, he would have held his hand years ago.
Jaskier says nothing, because if Geralt is offering to hold his hand to keep his mouth from blabbering HANDHANDHANDHANDHAND he won't complain.
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itsplvm · 2 years
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i have returned
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dootplusone · 3 months
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Take some Bones whump snippets. They're floating in the void and I don't know when/if they'll see the light of day! (Also I swear every time I go to write recently it's just handshandshands. Forget anything else they gotta be touching!)
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kiiseru · 1 month
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Couples hour
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dozing-composing · 6 months
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Do you have any Dr Orpheus NSFW HCs?
Oh Do I...👀 I Can Already Tell You That He's Such A Loving Partner To Have. ☆ 18+ Activities, DNI If You Are Uncomfortable With Suggestive/Sexual Themes And Content ↓ NSFW Below ↓
✦ When it comes to penis size, it's pretty average, compared to the proportions of the rest of his body, of course. About 5.8 inches would be my guess. ✦ There's a small patch of hair on his lower abdomen and it's just the cutest thing. It's really soft, too. It even smells nice. ✦ Top kinks: wax play, spellworking, body worship, praise, mirror sex ✦ Favorite position: missionary with you often on top. ⤷ As much as he takes pleasure in seeing you beneath him, he'd rather have access to your entire being. ✦ Dr. Orpheus, master necromancer and master of mysticism KNOWS how to please. He's well read on anatomy and how the body reacts to different stimuli. ✦ Dr. Orpheus is one to set the mood. He's got candles and rose petals everywhere and the room is dimly lit. ✦ He's very gentle with his partner when it comes to sex at first. It's like he barely touches you. You are a glass he cannot break, fabric he cannot bear to shred. You are perfection in his eyes. But once he sees the absolute ecstasy you are subject to in this act, he seeks to see you like this more and more. ✦ Leaves a trail of kisses up and down your body. His favorite areas are your collarbones and inner thighs. Speaking of, he's grown real fond of cockwarming between your thighs. ✦ HandsHandsHANDS- He's so good with his hands, massaging and caressing every muscle, leaving feathery touches over your skin. He would ever so slightly drag his nails across your skin. Hell, he might even dig them into you and mark you up. ✦ His fingering game is so strong. It doesn't matter what parts you have or don't have, he can instantly make your toes curl just by his digits alone. ✦ If you're feeling more frisky, and only if he hears your consent, he might put you in some magical restraints. He's aware of sex magic and what all comes from it, so be prepared if he invites you to rather peculiar rituals. ✦ Probably would use the belt from his robe to blindfold you, comfortably, of course. ✦ Another aftercare king. He is such a gentleman. The first thing he does is ease any aches he might have caused. He'll fetch you a glass of water to rehydrate yourself. He finishes by whispering sweet nothings in your ear, praising you for your endurance.
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blmpff · 7 months
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lepusrufus · 1 year
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8, 20, 30 for the artists ask game!
8. What's an old project idea that you've lost interest in
With how my motivation/inspiration fluctuates I have a mountain of abandoned projects. When I was a teen I really wanted to make comics and I had a bunch of different ones planned and abandoned throughout the years, from the radioactive sparkle dogs one when I was 12 to the post apocalyptic story frooom a few years back.
20. Something everyone else finds hard to draw but you enjoy
❤️❤️handshandshands❤️❤️
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30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated
Hmmm probably this one of Jinx. Though in all fairness that was before I realized that my monitor shows things brighter than they actually are which was really a bitch for dark pieces like this one. Plus I messed a lot with chromatic aberration there so eh. Not everyone's cup of tea that's fine. I may recolor it someday tho bc the lineart was a banger :V
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colgatebluemintygel · 2 years
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very curious about the asmr fic…
HAHAHA oh nooooo not the asmr fic !! i wrote 8k in a day in a fit of covid-induced delirium and haven't touched it since????? it had to happen tho and i'm glad it did!
remus makes asmr! he's anonymous and it's basically just him tapping on books and tracing cool maps. sirius has insomnia and randomly stumbles across remus's channel one day, and at first he's like.... lol okay.... but then eventually all sirius can think about is handshandshands, and he can’t get to sleep without the sound of remus’s voice :-((( :-)))
also kind of random; at the start of the draft sirius is a celebrity, but then in the last few scenes he's suddenly not??? he's just a guy working in a cafe and then remus comes in and sirius is like hold on wait i'd know those dulcet tones anywhere.....!!!!! genuinely not sure what happened there
honestly idk if this will ever see the light of day!!!! but i watch an inordinate amount of asmr so it was v fun in a self indulgent, feverish kind of way. it's also mostly shite but enjoy this snippet! just for YOU xxxxxx
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“I absolutely fucking hated this book,” Moony says, his voice low, coarse, and dusty. He taps lightly on the cover, the sound like pitter-pattering raindrops. Sirius's eyes flutter closed. “I don’t even know why I still have it, to be honest. The cover’s nice. I’m a little bit shallow, I guess. I’ve always had a soft spot for pretty things.”
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knp-read · 4 months
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My brain every time I see a man: hands hands hands hands handshandshands
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life-is-your-style · 1 year
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Let me introduce you to our limited edition "Midnight" Lashes.
Deep Blue 💙 lashes for a subtle blue look 😊
Drop Blue to learn more [but don't wait these are only back for a limited time]
#bluelashes #magneticlashes #eyelashcolor #bluestyle #midnight #makeup #wednesday #handshandshands #toribellecosmetics
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musette22 · 2 years
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where my hand hoes at 👀
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