#distastefuldissociative

[kiillerlegs]

        THE WHEELS ARE CHURNING WITH BURNING IDEAS LIGHTING ABLAZE WITHIN HER THOUGHTS. the youngest child of the always preoccupied rorie james cannot fathom that her mother has yet to dive into the depths of her infamous boyfriend’s hobbies. even though her own man isn’t all that exciting, he’s a good man and athena would do just about anything for him besides love him truly and whole-heartedly. when confronted and asked what she was to going to prepare as a gift for an upcoming birthday, her mother didn’t have but a clue nor did she even think about the occasion. TYPICAL. the daughter had her own suggestions in mind and she brought them forth yet she was shut down with the strung sentences that athena, herself, should be the one to surprise the wrestler with this grand gesture. she fought only momentarily until realizing that this would have them back together as a friendly unit and in corbin’s good graces. GENIUS PLAN. and he did deserve it, too. the twenty-year-old didn’t want to forget that tidbit. ‘ i can’t tell you where we’re going because it’s a SURPRISE but you don’t have to pack all this, ’ her hands gesture out, eyes rolling because the man has stacked bags by the bed and their trip is going to be three days maximum to oblige to the upkeep of his demanding schedule.

*:･ﾟ✧   —  @DISTASTEFULDISSOCIATIVE ⁽ ᶠᵒʳ ᵇᵃʳᵒᶰ ⁾ //  

[assaultedhearts]

when you convince your fiancée @DISTASTEFULDISSOCIATIVE to have their muse come to life. my fantasty came to life and i’m cumming later. i mean what 🥳👀 date night with mr. pestock / corbin was a success

[fatedfights-blog]

 ♡    —    judgement  was  something  she  hadn't  paid  any  mind  to  since  she  was  sixteen  years  old  in  michigan  and  being  called  a  freak.  she  had  shrugged  off  judgement  for  over  twelve  years  and  she  wasn't  about  to  start  now.  no,  her  hesitation  with  baron  wasn't  about  who  would  find  out  --  it  was  about  who  she  would  become.  even  now  with  his  frame  pressed  close  to  hers,  her  knee  pressed  dangerously  between  her  thighs,  ruby  could  feel  her  constitution  wavering.  how  long  before  she  was  putty  in  his  hands?  how  long  before  she  lost  herself  to  the  big  bad  wolf?

 ❛ i'm  not  worried  about  other  people  --  never  have  been, ❜  she  shot  back.  in  the  silence  between  their  voices  she  could  hear  the  whooping  and  hollering  of  the  group  in  the  backyard.  it  made  her  want  this  more.  both  of  them  so  close  those  people  and  yet  still  outsiders  TOGETHER.  ❛ but  YOU...?  what's  one  good  reason  i  should  even  trust  you,  corbin? ❜

@distastefuldissociative. continued.

[empiresled-a]

                        SINCE LEAVING ENGLAND, NOTHING EVER CEASED TO AMAZE THE BRIT.      the separation and impending divorce from her second husband was   incredibly trying, taking a toll on her in a mental capacity she wasn’t too keen to admit to. though, she was extremely grateful to meet the man she’d be a liar to deny was the one person keeping her mind away from the darkness. it was ironic, she thought, after they’d grown closer; if there was one word she was asked to use to describe him, it would be just that–—–darkness.

                        almost like a forklift raising an anvil off her chest, finally being able to be alone with baron   (   and not constantly surrounded by friends watching their every move   )   allowed the redhead to feel more at ease. when he’d responded to her statements about monsters, vicky cast a soft smile over her shoulder to the much taller man. manicured nails painted with a   deep crimson   lacquer continued to explore the oddities in his office, eyes searching to see something new with each glance. it was as though she’d stepped into her own personal macabre heaven, or at least what she   hoped   her heaven would appear like.

                        immediate goosebumps covered fair skin and the delicate hairs on lengthy limbs seemed to stand on end at the feeling of large, calloused fingers trailing her spine to rest on her hips. there was   no hesitation   in leaning back into his frame, nude pink lips curling up into a grin.      “   you’d hafta do quite a bit more than collect th’ strange an’ unusual to turn me off at this point, luv,   ”      slowly turning around, nimble digits found the hem of his shirt, fidgeting with the threading a bit.   razor sharp   claws placed themselves just beneath the material she’d held in her hands, grazing along and tracing the   ‘  v  ’   at his hips in an attempt to entice the man.

♡   —   @DISTASTEFULDISSOCIATIVE​ CONTINUED.

[queenofgone]

🖤┊ ❝ @distastefuldissociative ❞┊ [ continued from HERE ]

     Light eyes caught on to the blood that now coated his fingers, features wincing           from the not-so-serious mishap but the crimson fluid had the tendency to          make the Canadian’s stomach queasy. “Oh yeah, totally. I’m perfectly fine        with fighting the R/iott S/quad for the rest of the year,” reply was as sarcastic         as can be while she ripped off a piece to paper towel and lightly poured a          tad of someone’s water from a bottle onto it before handing it to Corbin.                                              “Here. Clean yourself up.”

[claraoculos]

@distastefuldissociative continued from x

Maybe it was the tequila shots she had downed not even ten minutes prior. Maybe it was Tom’s slightly chapped lips, swollen with lust and pressed flush against hers. Perhaps it was his large digits teasing her core and rendering the thin fabric of her panties useless. Whatever it was, Jessica’s mind was hazy. She could only focus on the white hot pleasure shooting up and down the length of her body. After what felt like centuries of flirting back and forth, dates and heavy makeout sessions, here they were. The Aussie had made up her mind when she had woken up that it was finally time. Later that day, she was going to sleep with Tom. She had a plan-- Jess always had a plan. She was going to come over to Tom’s house, offer to cook dinner to make up for dashing off the previous week, and when Tom went to wash up for dinner she would strip down to her carefully pre selected lingerie.

Of course, that all went to hell when he called her and asked to meet at one of their favorite bars. It was a little out of the way place-- a normal person would call it a shithole. But the raven haired woman loved it because of the privacy. Which led them to their current situation-- Jess sandwiched between the rough brick wall and her lover. She was putty in his hands at this point. A frustrated whimper left her throat when Tom pulled away. Jess never wanted his lips to leave hers. She felt a surge of pleasure at his words, the risk of being caught put her on pins and needles and elevated every sense. Jess NEEDED him, like water to drink and a warm bed to sleep in.

She gently withdrew his hand from her pants, shivering slightly as he brushed her clit before bringing his fingers to her mouth to taste herself. “I don’t care. Fuck me here. Fuck me in the car. Fuck me at home. Just fucking do it. Please... daddy?

[powertobite-achieved-blog]

babystrongstyle:     “take me for all i’m worth. touch me until it hurts. until our bodies burn, love me until it hurts.” , no truer words. @distastefuldissociative 

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[withcrowns]

[ 📲 • sms ] —— i can’t stop thinking about you. ( Baron @ Billie bc we need )

  ————  LONE WOLFY    ◦     SENT.2:10 AM ◦ It’s so late… I wasn’t expecting this.2:11 PM ◦ I’m not complaining at all. Gosh, don’t think that, okay?Were you watching some koalas and thought of me, right mate? 2:13 AM ◦ Joking. 😅 2:14 AM ◦ I’m not ruining the moment. I’m really flattered and you being this cute is unexpected and I really like it. I really do.   ————  LONE WOLFY    ◦     UNSENT.2:20 AM ◦ I think about you too. A lot.

accepting     ◦    @distastefuldissociative