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Jaskier falls back on the bed when her finger presses in, the sensation wonderful on its own but made better by how Midge is daring to do with him. His legs tremble in the air as his loudest moan yet fills the room.

"Almost there... please, love..." As his heels dig into the side of the bed, he can't stop his body from thrusting into her mouth, not realizing that he's doing it. "Just a -ah, ah- a little more..."

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The thrusting into her mouth surprises her and her pace falters for just a second. Midge pulls back a little and is able to compensate for it. Regaining her original pace, she doesn’t stop, despite his flailing. How she wishes she could watch him.

When it seems like he’s going to come, Midge pushes his cock into her mouth and holds him there, wanting him to finish in the back of her throat.

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Impossible to last any longer when she takes him back like that. Jaskier cries out as he comes in her mouth, his back arching and his legs shaking. The orgasm explodes in his mind like fireworks and his whole body becomes nothing but floating sensations of the most amazing pleasure.

He then collapses on the bed, arms and legs spread like a starfish, panting with a geedy smile on his face.

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He came just as hard as she did. Midge swallows his seed as it spills in her mouth. When he finishes, Midge carefully gets up off the floor and sits down on the edge of the bed next to Jaskier. Reaching over, she pats his knee, a sly smile on her face.

“Well, that’s one way to get you to shut up.”

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Jaskier laughs as he reaches for her hand to bring her down for cuddles and a soft kiss. He loves tasting himself in her mouth.

"So what, having my face full of your cunt doesn't count?"

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Midge laughs with him as she lays down on top of him and returns the kiss.

“True. That’s a very good way as well.” Midge brushes Jaskier’s hair back off of his face. “Just have to keep your mouth occupied.”

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"Not very hard to achieve," he replies with a grin. Gods, she looks so pretty on top of him. He wraps his arms around her, just enjoying the contact.

"I will go to sleep with my mouth around your nipple. Just like a baby."

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She snorts at that. “And yet I don’t think you would have the same goal in doing that as my kids did.” Midge kisses him again. “I love you. I love being able to please you like that.”

Stretching, she reaches her arms up above her head. “Do you think I might be able to go downstairs and get a drink of water? Do you have a robe?”

Going downstairs in lingerie and no panties might cause a bit of a stir.

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He chuckles before kissing her back. "I love you, too, darling. And I'm very proud of your fingers."

Jaskier nods as he sits up, stretching as well and already looking forward to seeing Midge in his clothes. "In my closet. But there's a bathroom on this floor if you don't mind the tap."

I wanted to have her run into Yen or Geralt lol. She still can.

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“Oh you are?” She raises an eyebrow at him deviously. “I’m so glad that I made you feel good, my love.” That’s the most important thing to her.

Getting up, she walks to Jaskier’s closet and looks inside. “Oooh, so many cute shirts in here for me to steal. I wasn’t paying attention when I was getting changed earlier.”

oh yes no worries, I got it

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On the hangers, Midge will find a fluffy white robe. It'll probably be a bit big on her, but that just makes it cozier. There also are two silk ones.

"I'm afraid that you'll abuse your new magical suitcase and I'll be missing my entire wardrobe in the morning."

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Midge picks one of the silk ones. The material feels good on her skin, and it’s sexier than the fluffy one. She ties the belt around her waist.

“I guess then you’ll be forced to be naked. What a pity.” Leaning down, Midge gives him a light peck on the lips. “Be right back.”

She leaves the bedroom, shutting the door behind her, and walks down the hallway, smiling to herself a humming a little tune.

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The bathroom door opens before Midge can even touch it. Geralt is in his sleeping clothes -sweatpants and tanktop- and doesn't look very amused.

"Humming won't cover the smell," he tells her. It's only half a joke.

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Midge grins at him, not a bit ashamed. “Our love is so passionate that it cannot by contained by the typical senses. It must be smelled as well. I’m just here to get some water.”

She edges past Geralt and gets two cups to fill with water. Midge happens to get a look at herself in the mirror: her hair is messy and her lipstick is smudged. Not thoroughly fucked yet, but on the way to it.

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Geralt sighs. The lack of shame, the sassiness. It's all very familiar.

"You're turning into him," he says. Or maybe she always was and that's why they get along. Who the fuck knows. "I'll be in my fucking grave and still smell his cum." He shakes his head. "Good night."

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Midge snorts a laugh at that bold assertion.

“Oh, just be happy for him,” Midge says as she fills the glasses of water. His friends don’t seem terribly happy for him. Maybe they think this is just a temporary thing. That thought is kind of depressing.

Water in hand, she follows Geralt into the hallway. “Good night.”

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Geralt just lets out an amused snort. They're all happy for him, they just suck at showing it.

When Midge returns to Jaskier's bedroom, she'll find him wearing the other silk robe and sitting on his desk, humming while writing in his notebook. He's concentrated so he doesn't hear her come in.

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Midge smiles at the sight of Jaskier sitting at his desk. She places the glasses of water on it, then wraps her arms around him from behind and leans down to kiss his temple.

“Whatcha working on?”

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Jaskier's startled by the sudden touch but it only lasts a second - he quickly relaxes into her hug and leans back to kiss her cheek. Her hand, however, closes the notebook. He doesn't like it when people look at his unfinished writing.

"Trying to find a way to describe your tits in a way that makes their beauty justice."

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Midge suppresses a laugh at that statement, then pretends to be serious.

“Hmmmm… I guess it depends on what you’re writing. Is it a song? A poem? A racy novel?”

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"An ode to my goddess," he replies as he moves his chair back a little to bring Midge to his lap. After drinking some of the water, he talks again. "I must be careful, though. I can't have Susie asking for profits over your persona."

He gasps when he realizes something. "I haven't introduced you!" He lifts the shawl that is covering something big on the back of his desk to reveal a typewriter. It stands next to pens but also quills and ink bottles, so everything together makes for a funny historial sight.

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“Oh really?” Midge grins. That’s actually so sweet. “Do you need help coming up with words that rhyme with ‘tits’?” She settles into his lap. “You’re right. Susie would probably want her cut.”

The typewriter is a nice modern version, even if the ink bottles and quills make Midge think of Shakespeare. “Nice to meet her,” she replies. “I’ll try not to be jealous over the time you spend together. How’s your typing going? Does it make your writing go faster?”

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"I'd never use the word 'tits' in a poem," he explains with clear amusement. "More like... the enticing curves of her bosom."

He laughs at the jealousy joke. "It's not faster than my handwriting yet, but I'm getting there, I can feel it. The actual creative process, though? That's the same. Lucky for me..." He kisses her cheek. "I have a great source of inspiration."

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“Ah,” she replies with a nod, “so you want this to be classy and poetic.” That probably counts her out when it comes to help.

Midge rests her head on his shoulder. “Am I really your muse?” The idea of that makes her feel warm inside.

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"Well, yes." He watches her for a second with his head tilted, curiosity piqued. "Is that something you want? A filthy poem? Full of cocks and cunts and fucks instead of the art of lovemaking?"

She's one of his muses - he isn't about to say that aloud, and he hopes that won't bite his ass in the future. "Have I not recited enough poetry while fucking you to prove it?" he teases while nuzzling her hair. "I must fix that."

He reaches for one of his quills and dips it in black ink before bringing it to her cleavage. With that pretty and fancy handwriting of his, he writes muse on her left breast. It's supposed to go on the heart.