Hello, everyone. Just popping in because, why not? I still have a healthy dose of voyeurism on the brain and am contemplating actually sitting down and writing that young!meritosh fic that I mentioned. I’m going to see the Great Gatsby with my book club during school so let’s see what that does.
Now I’m off to roaring-twentify myself because I made a promise to a friend that I would.
Olaf applies lipstick before winking into the camera
Would you fuck me
I’d fuck me so hard
DnD Au. Don't ask how.
I’m a dummy and would need to be walked through the entire thing.
The carnage after a Great War between the clans; Merida must find and unite any survivors and invaders to try and rebuild her home.
Wow that is actually -
I wish that I had all three suitors so badly. And the Wee Devils as well. Sighs wistfully into the void.
“Yeah, with that little blush of yours. ‘s cute. Makes you even more red that normal, ahah!”
“O’, aye? Well - ! It looks like ‘m startin’ tae rub off on ye, ginger!” she said, pointing to his head of suspiciously bright brown hair.
By the time he stepped out of the theater the sky outside was as black as ink. He had enjoyed a double feature and a bag of stolen popcorn from a snotty nosed cakesniffer who knew to back down from a raised fist his way.
If there was any curfew that concerned him, he already knew that he was out late passed it.
Brushing some lint off of his sleeve he walked down the sidewalk, a moment later fishing out his lighter and a cigarette. He dangled it in his mouth and tried to catch a drag but the wind was heavy and he wasn’t having any luck. With a scowl he stashed the lighter in his pocket, looking up just in time to catch sight of a familiar head of hair.
She was in the year above him, although he would note that he was several inches taller than her. Her uniform was always iron and crisp and he wanted nothing more than to spatter mud on her shirt. Most notable of her was her hair, which remained him of a rampaging fire.
Without much of a reason he decided to follow her, amused perhaps that he had caught her out so late. An ice pop hung from her lips and he wanted to laugh in her face and call her stupid for having one in such miserable weather. She turned a corner and he followed, sure to keep a reasonable distance between them.
He wasn’t sure how long it was until they reached the abandoned house, but he was careful to slip in without the door making a sound. He could hear her footprints in the darkness and followed.
When she cried out he nearly jumped back himself, ducking behind a wall. He stuck his head around the corner just in time to see another figure take her hand, nose wrinkling at the light laughter that flowed from her lips.
The room was just as dark as the rest of the house, save for a single lit candle on a dusty table. He watched as she was tugged towards a plump old sofa in the corner, her face then disappearing to him as the boy she had come to meet loomed over her and straddled her thighs.
He almost blew his cover laughing!
To think that the same girl who chided him for walking around his shoes untied and humiliated him by waving a handkerchief over his shiny nose was really the kind of girl who went off in the night to meet a lover!
He continued to watch her, grip on the door frame growing tighter with the widening of his grin. If only he had a camera! The way her skirt fell over her knees to reveal her nylon stockings would have said enough for the entire school!
And then he heard it. A soft cry, very feminine and hers.
She was everywhere. Her companion might have been a shadow to him, but her face was highlighted in the prettiest of ways by her wreath of red curls. He caught the way her eyes nearly rolled back into her head and the dimpling of her lip by her teeth. She wrapped her legs around lovers hips and he laughed at her because in this moment she was simply cute.
In this moment, for Olaf, it was too much.
His knees felt like jelly and when they buckled and he hit the floor he could only cover his mouth. She whimpered and pleaded and he could only see her half of the time and not nearly enough. He was reckless enough to venture further into the room if it meant a better look, but something kept him firmly in place.
The front of his trousers felt very tight and he groaned, his free hand poised just over the zipper. He watched as her panties slid down her leg, white and lacy. He could smell her from here and from thereon his memory became very hazy.
She said a name and he wished that it was his.