Sex Viking?
So, yeah. Teri & I have been a bit negligent in our fic writing, eh? But we promise, we're trying. Teri's working on It Goes Down Easy, and I've got a few one-shots that I'm putting off like a pro. Also, Chapter 2 of The Way We Are is totally incoming.
Also, I've been seeing the words Sex Viking in recent fics and this is both mind-blowing and cracktastic. Has Teri started a phenomenon? Anyways, in the spirit of the recent viking love I figure people deserve to know exactly how the phrase Sex Viking came to life. Cause if this takes off, we're she's totally demanding royalties.
Unequivocally: Read my smut, tell me what you think. (AN: The fic in question was Crescendo, just so people don't think I randomly send Teri smut. Which I do, but wtvs.)
une_fille: Thud. Am dead.
Unequivocally: Dont die! You still owe me fic!
une_fille: I am writing like a good little fic-monkey, I SWEAR. But seriously, Puck playing Rachel like a guitar? Fuck. Wow. Pass me a cigarette.
Unequivocally: I need a man like Puck cause seriously. My boyfriend watches ESPN while we're doing it.
une_fille: You know what the worst part is? I am 100% sure that Puck, as a character (although who am I kidding, he is as real to me as the air I am breathing) is a fucking Viking in the sack. And not in terms of quantity. I'm talking quality, here, people.
For all his douchiness and self-centeredness, he is probably one of the most generous guys in bed. Ever. Not because he, like, cares about your feelings. But because if you don't get off, he has failed at life. And therefore, this is not an option.
So "I don't care if you have vocal training, or dance rehearsal, or if you have plans to be all fag-haggy with Kurt. Turn off your phone. Get back in bed. We are not done."
Also, I've been seeing the words Sex Viking in recent fics and this is both mind-blowing and cracktastic. Has Teri started a phenomenon? Anyways, in the spirit of the recent viking love I figure people deserve to know exactly how the phrase Sex Viking came to life. Cause if this takes off, we're she's totally demanding royalties.
Unequivocally: Read my smut, tell me what you think. (AN: The fic in question was Crescendo, just so people don't think I randomly send Teri smut. Which I do, but wtvs.)
une_fille: Thud. Am dead.
Unequivocally: Dont die! You still owe me fic!
une_fille: I am writing like a good little fic-monkey, I SWEAR. But seriously, Puck playing Rachel like a guitar? Fuck. Wow. Pass me a cigarette.
Unequivocally: I need a man like Puck cause seriously. My boyfriend watches ESPN while we're doing it.
une_fille: You know what the worst part is? I am 100% sure that Puck, as a character (although who am I kidding, he is as real to me as the air I am breathing) is a fucking Viking in the sack. And not in terms of quantity. I'm talking quality, here, people.
For all his douchiness and self-centeredness, he is probably one of the most generous guys in bed. Ever. Not because he, like, cares about your feelings. But because if you don't get off, he has failed at life. And therefore, this is not an option.
So "I don't care if you have vocal training, or dance rehearsal, or if you have plans to be all fag-haggy with Kurt. Turn off your phone. Get back in bed. We are not done."