Eight days old. Fuck. Jaskier drank directly from the bottle again, this time to drown the mental image. He takes a moment to relax before writing again, not wanting to send this conversation to hell with just one message. He promised respect after all - but man, this is truly testing him.
Well, then. I'm glad my cock became the sample of what a complete man looks like.
Circumcised men are not incomplete. Both of the previous dicks that I experienced worked just as well as yours.
We may need to agree to disagree on this.
Midge has no regrets about circumcising her child; if she had another boy, she’d circumcise him too. It’s prescribed for Jewish men in the Torah. It just is.
Jaskier isn’t Jewish though and she doesn’t care if he’s uncircumcised. It didn’t stop her from sleeping with him. Differing views on circumcision would be a dumb thing to end this friendship over.
[ OOC: imagine if Abe had physically caught them and seen Jaskier’s dick and instantly known he wasn’t Jewish. Yikes. ]
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laughing so hard at the idea of Abe freaking out not because of the lover, but because of the dick
She agrees they'll see each other, yet the conversation ends far from well and it won't leave Jaskier's mind. Is it already oveR? It'd be a new record for him. He waits until the next day to write again.
Many a artist have pre-show rituals. Does that affect comedians too?
Admittedly, Midge wasn’t happy with what Jaskier was implying the previous night, whether it was supposed to be a joke or not. She wants to afford him some grace though. He’s an Otherworlder, and even she can see how someone with no concept of circumcision would find it alarming. Therefore, when he texts her the next day, she’s no longer upset.
You mean other than downing a martini?
I guess the only ritual that Susie and I have is that we tell each other ‘tits up’ before I go onstage. What about you?
A sigh of relief escapes his lips as soon as he sees her text. Thank goodness things are fine.
"Tits up"? Oh, I love this. Absolute perfection. Confident, encouraging, AND sexy! A threat on all fronts.
Me? I down a drink sometimes, too, but those got rarer with the years. (Rarer before a performance, I mean. I'm still an avid drinker.) If Geralt is around, I send him to sniff the audience, then I know what to expect.
He has something with his fingers since they got burned during torture, but he doesn't want to talk about that.
I'm well. Getting ready to spend most of the day arguing with a bunch of old men about what counts as "fair payment" for magical services. And you?
The uncut dick was too good for her to quit talking to him
His "clan" is the wolves, so close enough. He can sniff tons of stuff, like level of intoxication, and you already know about the arousal. He can get an idea of the general mood, too. His ears are as good as his nose, so he picks up important bits of conversation, in case there's something I shouldn't sing about.
On behalf of the family. Geralt and Yennefer aren't the most social or pleasant people, so I do all the talking and negotiation. (And damage control.) Cirilla sometimes helps them, but we've been trying to keep her in school.
I'm afraid I shall be on the side of your children - lounging in your underwear can be quite relaxing.
You've only seen the beginning of what my tongue can do.
Do you actually need them for the errands? Because this little pants problem can be easily solved without stress by leaving the kids at home. You have free nannies after all.
Despite their disagreement, Midge was still thinking about his tongue, his hands, his (uncut) cock. Being with him was one of the best sexual experiences that she’s ever had. Of course she wants more.
I’m in my bedroom, so I’m safe.
Duly noted, thank you. Yellow like your namesake, my sweet Buttercup? And blue like your beautiful eyes?
Well, well. That sure is a lot of flirting. Jaskier wasn't expecting all this from her, especially not this early in the morning - maybe a few hours before the gig, and started by him. He really caused an impression, huh? Again: not going to complain.
Yellow like the sunlight reflecting on your smile, and blue like your eyes in the middle of an orgasm.
The first time, my eyes were too busy on your lovely cunt. But the other three? Oh, what a gorgeous shade of blue they were, full of passion and pure bliss.
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Eight days old. Fuck. Jaskier drank directly from the bottle again, this time to drown the mental image. He takes a moment to relax before writing again, not wanting to send this conversation to hell with just one message. He promised respect after all - but man, this is truly testing him.
Well, then. I'm glad my cock became the sample of what a complete man looks like.
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Circumcised men are not incomplete. Both of the previous dicks that I experienced worked just as well as yours.
We may need to agree to disagree on this.
Midge has no regrets about circumcising her child; if she had another boy, she’d circumcise him too. It’s prescribed for Jewish men in the Torah. It just is.
Jaskier isn’t Jewish though and she doesn’t care if he’s uncircumcised. It didn’t stop her from sleeping with him. Differing views on circumcision would be a dumb thing to end this friendship over.
[ OOC: imagine if Abe had physically caught them and seen Jaskier’s dick and instantly known he wasn’t Jewish. Yikes. ]
laughing so hard at the idea of Abe freaking out not because of the lover, but because of the dick
...I was trying to make a joke.
A pause. A sigh.
I should get my arse to dinner. See you tomorrow?
that’s exactly what would happen lololol
That’s the one problem with communicating like this. Tone and intention are lost sometimes.
Enjoy your dinner. I’ll see you tomorrow.
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Many a artist have pre-show rituals. Does that affect comedians too?
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You mean other than downing a martini?
I guess the only ritual that Susie and I have is that we tell each other ‘tits up’ before I go onstage. What about you?
And how are you today?
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"Tits up"? Oh, I love this. Absolute perfection. Confident, encouraging, AND sexy! A threat on all fronts.
Me? I down a drink sometimes, too, but those got rarer with the years. (Rarer before a performance, I mean. I'm still an avid drinker.) If Geralt is around, I send him to sniff the audience, then I know what to expect.
He has something with his fingers since they got burned during torture, but he doesn't want to talk about that.
I'm well. Getting ready to spend most of the day arguing with a bunch of old men about what counts as "fair payment" for magical services. And you?
The uncut dick was too good for her to quit talking to him
Geralt is sounding increasingly like a dog. What is he sniffing out?
Is that on Geralt’s behalf?
I’m getting ready to argue with children about whether putting pants on is a good idea.
lmao priorities
On behalf of the family. Geralt and Yennefer aren't the most social or pleasant people, so I do all the talking and negotiation. (And damage control.) Cirilla sometimes helps them, but we've been trying to keep her in school.
I'm afraid I shall be on the side of your children - lounging in your underwear can be quite relaxing.
exactly
Using that silver tongue of yours for good?
Unfortunately we aren’t lounging though. We’re running errands.
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Oh. Then have you considered that they're doing no-pants fashion to avoid going?
It's the kidn of shit he would do as a kid.
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Very much so. That’s exactly why they’re doing it.
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Do you actually need them for the errands? Because this little pants problem can be easily solved without stress by leaving the kids at home. You have free nannies after all.
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True, Mama is here. They’re going with their father tonight though so they need to put pants on at some point.
Can I ask you something?
Should I be planning to stay at the Goldbergs’ apartment tonight?
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Does your ex pick them up? Let it be his problem.
I suppose that will depend on how the date goes, and your mood after the gig. I won't lie and say I'm not up for it, though.
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They need to be dressed when he gets here though. I’ll wrestle them into pants later.
I’m going to choose to be optimistic. What’s your favorite color?
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Oh, my. Be careful, I wouldn't want you to accidentally moan over breakfast with your parents (hilarious as it could be).
You need to relax before your show. Let him do the wrestling, it's the least he can do.
"Optimistic" sounds very promising. My favorite color is yellow/gold, but blue is a close second.
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I’m in my bedroom, so I’m safe.
Duly noted, thank you. Yellow like your namesake, my sweet Buttercup? And blue like your beautiful eyes?
She’s smitten. That sex was really good.
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Yellow like the sunlight reflecting on your smile, and blue like your eyes in the middle of an orgasm.
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It’s fun being able to flirt with a handsome man, especially one that can match her in wit.
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Quite bold of you to assume that I’m going to write songs about your orgasms.
Just returning the teasing.
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Touché! But you did say you were going to write a song about my tits.
(credit: Charles Simic)
all these men writing naughty poems
it was hard to find something poetic and not just raunchy
Not surprising lol
Cartier and Tiffany lmaooo
i might just use it tbh
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lol my bad
nah, no worries, makes sense. Midge wouldn't know
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lmaooooo SUSIE PLEASE
:D
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I want that drink
now you have your weekend plans lol
seriously
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Why are we awake?
because we can
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omg that's so pretty and perfect (poem by Justin Farley)
I know right!
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never apologize for having a life! glad to hear you had fun
<3
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(stolen from The Weekend)
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if he ever crosses a line please let me know, he just likes playing with her expectacions so much
no this is perfect
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