#c. leyla

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𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 ⸻ @sinfullyyour

the pounding in her head is so horrific that the moment consciousness begins to take grip, the woman finds herself instead burying herself beneath layers of sheets and burying her face into a pillow with a groan. blindly, a hand reached out to search the mattress for her phone, only to grumble when she rams into warm, naked flesh. lifting her head enough to squint over at the beds other occupant, she scoffs. "go to your own bed you lazy fuck." poking his side twice, leyla gives up trying to move the man and instead rolls over. it's only then - when her mind has a moment to process everything that she's turning back around and staring at the large rock on her finger. "what the fuck," she mumbles, reaching over to now smack her brother on the chest. "what the absolute fuck, get up. up. up up up!"

[ofsaintsins-old]

𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 ⸻ @dcrkdcsire

it was meant to be a little anniversary gift. something fun for them both - yet when the results had come back, leyla had turned ashen. the fun had turned into a nightmare - at least initially, when the woman had feared he would insist they need to split. they'd agreed to take a step back until the following day as they thought over what might happen next - yet the more leyla thought about it, the less horrified she was and more... intrigued. slipping into their bed that night, her brow furrowed as she looked over at the man, "i know we said we would wait to talk about this until tomorrow but... can we chat now?"

[ofsaintsins-old]

𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖚𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 ⸻ @sweetdvsires

was she nervous? maybe a little. she might have always found him attractive but from a distance. doing this could complicate things. "it's just sex," she notes after a moment, shoulder raising into a shrug and causing the silk to begin slipping down her arm and offering a brief flash of the lacy material underneath. "it will only be weird if we let it. i think of this like a job." a really odd, pleasurable job. "is everything ready to go?"

[ofsaintsins-old]

plot. based on. open to. any 21+ ( taboo connections and multiple muses welcomed! ) muse. leyla ⸻ male version of the starter here

ever since she'd left the protection of her family name and been all but disowned, leyla had admittedly been hard up for cash. getting the job bartending had been a blessing, but the tips weren't enough to pay half the bills. knowing her roommate was in a similar boat for cash, she'd made the proposition. something short term ( or so she claimed ) until they both found something better. they'd come to the agreement that her room would temporarily be made into their filming space and spent days getting her personal belongings spread between the shared living space and her roommates bedroom. it would be cramped, but worth it. at least thats what they'd been telling each other.

silky bathrobe tied tight around her waist as she leaned against the door frame as the other set up, a brow arches. "last chance to bow out."