OK so I'm also going to flail over here for a while.
The schmoopy mcschmoopface in me wants to just die over the cuteness and the hilarity and the deft ensemble cast.
The red-blooded, porn-loving girl in me wants to freak out about how goddamn hot this was. This line: “Jared, I want you to fuck me as hard as you can and then when your come is dripping down my thighs I want you to roll me over and use it as lube to fuck me again.” I want to build some sort of shelter out of it and live inside it for the rest of my life (some sort of sex-yurt? A jizz-teepee?). My god.
But the most dominant, native New Yorker part of me wants to scream: QUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENS!!!!!!! I never thought, in all my days, I would see the boulevard of death AND Roscoe name-dropped in a fic. That pretty much made me the happiest person ever. Thank you!! <3
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The schmoopy mcschmoopface in me wants to just die over the cuteness and the hilarity and the deft ensemble cast.
The red-blooded, porn-loving girl in me wants to freak out about how goddamn hot this was. This line: “Jared, I want you to fuck me as hard as you can and then when your come is dripping down my thighs I want you to roll me over and use it as lube to fuck me again.” I want to build some sort of shelter out of it and live inside it for the rest of my life (some sort of sex-yurt? A jizz-teepee?). My god.
But the most dominant, native New Yorker part of me wants to scream: QUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENS!!!!!!! I never thought, in all my days, I would see the boulevard of death AND Roscoe name-dropped in a fic. That pretty much made me the happiest person ever. Thank you!! <3