#leah.

context: leah is a virgin whose only experience has been with touching herself, but she doesn’t know what she’s doing and she has no idea what she might like. your muse intends to find out.

connections: step/relative, boy/girlfriend, best friend, relative’s friend, relative’s boy/girlfriend etc

kinks: taboo, age gap, breeding, virginity, teasing, fingering, oral, rough sex, mutual masturbation, dom/sub, overstimulation, cum play/creampie, praise etc

Ali: ok so the next time you decide us getting drunk off our asses while your dad is gone is a good idea, pls be sure to take my phone away from me first. somehow i managed to order a bunch of art, old ass movies, and christmas wafers, all from poland. do you know how much it costs to ship things to la all the way from poland??

Potatoes aren't sentient, though so you have nothing to worry about. And even if they were, your digestive tract would break them down to obscurity in no time. They wouldn't even be able to record any information.

Clearly you haven’t met many demons. Digestion won’t stop them every time. 

@honeyrodsoflandtown @landtownbabe

leah was on time. this was worth mentioning, both because she almost never was, and because no one else was. except stefan, of course, but stefan didn’t count, because not only was stefan always on time, but stefan was always early, and never concerned about being early because he always had so much work to do and he’d stay on his clunky old laptop halfway into dinner, anyway, so it was basically like he was actually always late, so really, it was just leah, and she was on time, and compared to everyone else, she was early, and it was a miracle. 

pickles were on the table in front of her. the bartender had offered leah chips, but eating before everybody arrived felt off. eating alone had always made leah feel lonely; nobody should eat without having someone to eat along with, that was what her mother used to say. so she sat and looked at the pickles she’d ordered to be polite, because she may be punk rock but true punk rock supported local businesses, and she flicked her black lacquered thumb nail against the stained redwood of the bar and waited for her family to arrive. the sound of stefan’s typing -- mostly the unmistakable clack clack clack clack clack of repetitive backspacing -- kept her company, before she finally heard the sound of the door swinging open. 

spinning around on the barstool, leah grinned at the approaching figure -- one of her own, just as she’d hoped! -- and promptly threw open her arms for a hug. 

“i’m so glad you’re here,” she whined. “i thought i was going to be alone with stefan all night.” 

“well, that is incredibly hurtful.” stefan said, but his tone was flat, and his eyes never left his computer screen. 

“where have you been?! family dinner night at seven means family dinner night at seven.” briefly having the higher ground on punctuality had clearly gone to leah’s head. “i’m hungry!”