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.
Kind of? I spent my winters in Oxenfurt, so I would spend those few freezing months giving lectures. Guest staff, if you will. When my career took off they did offer me a permanent position, but I enjoyed traveling more. I had a vague idea of accepting the offer when my legs couldn't carry me anymore, however plans have changed. Since I'm here now and all.
I'm going to say this as affectionate as possible: every time I learn something about your father, he sound even more boring.
That makes sense. I saw books at the library that apparently list names for new parents? Should I get you one?
That’s where you’re from, right? Oxenfurt? I don’t blame you for wanting to see the world and perform while you’re still young. What did you lecture on? Poetry? Music?
He’s one of the most boring men alive, and I love him dearly.
That might inspire me, thank you. I need names that would be good for twins.
Is he originally from Oxenfurt? No. Is he going to correct her? No. He wasn't born there, but it became his home after he left Lettenhove.
Oxenfurt is home. The whole city lived off students, researchers, and scholars. So you could consider it the capital of art and progress. Indeed, poetry and music were my main subjects. I also tried to tell the youngsters what the real world is like, but the dean didn't always like that.
Do they have to be human names? Your tits would make great Carnadhiel and Tarathiel.
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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.
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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)
They bring on their nipples
Beads of inaudible sighs,
Vowels of delicious clarity
For the little red schoolhouse of our mouths.
all these men writing naughty poems
I’m going to refer to your mouth as a little red schoolhouse from now on.
it was hard to find something poetic and not just raunchy
I used to give lectures at my university and now I'm teaching you (more naughty) things, so it's fitting. Do I have to name your breasts as well?
Not surprising lol
I think I should be the one to name them, since I hope they’ll be with me for the rest of my life.
[ OOC: one of my “shitpost” songs for Midge is Coconuts by Kim Petras and now I want Midge to call her boobs Cartier and Tiffany. ]
Cartier and Tiffany lmaooo
I'm going to say this as affectionate as possible: every time I learn something about your father, he sound even more boring.
That makes sense. I saw books at the library that apparently list names for new parents? Should I get you one?
i might just use it tbh
He’s one of the most boring men alive, and I love him dearly.
That might inspire me, thank you. I need names that would be good for twins.
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Oxenfurt is home. The whole city lived off students, researchers, and scholars. So you could consider it the capital of art and progress. Indeed, poetry and music were my main subjects. I also tried to tell the youngsters what the real world is like, but the dean didn't always like that.
Do they have to be human names? Your tits would make great Carnadhiel and Tarathiel.
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Oddly enough, there’s a city like that in England called Oxford.
I had a professor like that.
Those sound like something out of Tolkien (you should read him too). What do those names mean?
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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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