okay but before i check my inbox can i entice you all in a thought that has haunted me for over a month now
being in a relationship with rich businessman steve harrington and international rockstar eddie munson. traveling with them, the way they would take care of you and never let you ever want for a single thing. steve taking you with him places in his expensive cars, always driving far too fast for the way he keeps only steers with one hand as one always has to be on your thigh to just be near and touching you. eddie flying you with him when he has to travel to studios in california, just for an excuse to see you on a board walk in short shorts and his sunglasses. you’re their trophy wife, an untouchable that every other ceo of the intricate world of businesses spanning across several countries and every single shady musician eddie has worked with knows to not fuck with. tabloids when the three of you attend rooftop parties in italy, pap photos of you tangled up with eddie, giddy off champagne or wine and fancy finger foods you two indulged far too much in as steve is networking. the internet headlines break whenever you attend a charity gala with steve, always looking pretty on his arm as he makes absolute heart eyes at you, his safe place amongst such a cold and frigid world of boring contracts and men twice his age. eddie always making it clear in interviews that he’s your eye candy side piece, claiming that you’ve always been the brains in the relationship while he and steve are just there to care for you. steve getting no work done when you visit him in office. eddie using you (and steve) as his muse for every album.
an extravagant lifestyle, a world of riches, but the best part always being that at the end of the day, both of your boys will always come home to you. every day will always end with quiet nights, the three of you wrapped up in bed sheets, soft sighs and silent contentment as you all finally feel at home in one another’s arms.
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Nervous Subject aka t̴͉̃̕h̷̹͛e̷̝͇̓ ̸̧͉̈s̷̜͐ö̷̥͐n̵͚̈́ ̵̰̗̎̌o̶͈͛͝f̶̻̭̄ ̴̨̟͊͂t̵̡͙̉̋h̸̡̅e̷͉͐̈ ̷͖̐̀D̶̩́̌ë̶̖́͐a̵̮̭͗̐ť̶̟̉h̵͈̳͠. Yes he can see how much time you have left with his left eye. No the Beakers don't know yet that they're about to learn what f̸̨̔͋͝e̴̤̠̮͊͌̈́â̵̼̩͎ȑ̶͙̟̚ is.
Everyday: Tee / Jeans / Choker / Bracelet
Formal: Outfit / Earrings - Necklace / Crow
Athletic: Hoodie / Joggers / Headphones
Outerwear: Jacket / Pants / Earrings
General: Birthmark / Facial scars / White eye / Helix piercings
Mainly inspired by @checkazi art and this lookbook. I love his white eye, makes me think of my favourite stolen child from Owl Creek 🖤
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Suletta saying love me. love me please. I’ll do anything. I’ll kill for you, I’ll listen to you, I love you. love me and let me stay. vs Miorine going hate me. hate me. I need you to hate me because I love you. I need you to run away, to stop loving me, to be safe. hate me and it will be worth it in the end. hate me and leave. (Suletta saying love me, please love me, please don’t leave me)
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i uh. i thought about someone getting me wet & hard through my boxers and then having me put on my strap and taking their time tying some really pretty shibari over it. maybe they’d suck my strap too, make a whole show of what their tongue can do while i’m desperately wet. feeling my clit twitch at the sight of them. eventually they’d either have me shaking and whining to fuck them, or i’d lose my patience, push them onto their back and spread their legs. tell them how good they look, ask them if they think i’ll find them wet, if they think i should find out. resting the head of my cock at their entrance and letting them squirm until i feel their legs locking with mine, pulling me into them.
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