Dying to stay alive @mbdwf - Tumblr Blog

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#ok yea this isn't working #everyone i knew from this blog is gone pretty much #time to start over

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#i hate this theme #and the vast mayority of the people who i follow haven't been active in ages #and the ones that are don't follow me #maybe I really should start over

"Uh, mm. I guess this is a return"

#open #hola #amigos mios #rp

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#iguess i should probably explain #what happened but i really dont want to so i wont #thank yeezus #tho

I guess I should've told you guys earlier, I'm sorry peeps

Im on a hiatus by connection; I'm simply waiting for a certain RP partner to begin rping again back in order to work with them, for reasons you'll understand once we actually start doing what we set out to do

Until then I'll be trying to get back into the groove of things by rping with other peeps on skype and such, because I really don't want to return again just to go for a long time, I really wanna start doing shit right.

So, until that moment, I'll be on my personal account: http://andre-3-stax.tumblr.com/

Talk to me if you wanna, I'lll be there all

If not then see ya guys soon!

#text #hiatus #i el be buck

salacious-bitch

"Tsk, where have you been all this time, hmm?"

“The Hell are you talking about?! You’re the one who up and left - where the fuck have you been, Menma?!”

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Everything about Menma’s body screamed lewd, alongside her own, fidgeting against his weight like an impatient child awaiting her treat. Hips shift forward and back, recieving and letting go of that thick mass with each violent thrust forward. Opal reveled in their sockets, nearly losing sight for brief moments at a time, as nothing but white lingered along the crevice of vision and blindness. Her head was canted to its right, enough to retrieve Menma’s bright eyes for what seemed like an eternity. Colored lips parted in a pathetic cry, the raw nerves within her sex screaming upon the pounding friction of connection and rubbing. “Ah—Menma, Menma!” She called out once more, losing what bit of composure she had left within. Purple nails clawed their way into strong shoulders, releasing over each muscular bevel, only thus encouraging the motioning of lower parts as she felt that aroused twitch inside of her. There was nothing more dear to her then this one, special connection. It was much more then lust and desire to her, it was entirety - allowing herself to let go and surrender herself to that one and only. Lids clasp down, covering her white visage temporarily, teeth seething into the skin of her bottom lip with enough force to draw out blood. She didn’t acknowledge the cinnabar running down the corner of her face, but only the demeanor before her, writhing and struggling against the immaculate pleasure that came from her. She could feel it, the tension in his body - it built its way up to the brink and was now about to spill over. Her body braced itself for the intrusion of liquid to mix with a concoction of her own, languid hips rolling into his orgasm with delighted vigor. Heat filled her entire body to the brim, a shiver passing down her spine as a loud whine emitted from those colored folds, reaching a climax in unison with Menma. Everything about this release was sloppy and erotic, thick fluid leaking from a filled entrance, and staining the ground beneath with the aftermath of their passion. Out of breath, she smirked ever playfully, palms settling at either sides of his face.

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Satisfaction. That was arguably the closest any word, or conjuction of words for that matter, could come to describing this sensation.

He felt exhaused, drained, like his whole body was literally squeezed, all of it. He could barely feel his muscles, he had no idea how he was still carrying her against the wall. And yet it all felt so incredibly fulfilling, like a part of him that was gone was put back in, and it was only getting better from there.

Upon sensing her wet palms on his features, he could only smirk back in what felt like the most important eye contact he has ever had. Her eyes were beautiful -- Many claimed her eyes, or more specifically the ones from her clan, were strickingly hollow and frightening, but not to him; He had no idea what it was about those pearl-colored oceans, but he lost himself within them with resounding ease. And he loved doing so; Maybe it brought the cheesy side of him to some, but spending those long, sleepless nights looking at her eyes while his finger tips caressed her smooth back were perhaps better than what preceeded those moments, something that suprised him, and presumably her. He had never seen himself as a romantic type, and he had certainly never believed the whole "Eyes are the window to your soul" crap, but... Well, he wasn't one to jump the gun and shout "Love" to the sky, but whatever he felt for her, and only for her; Her soul, her body, her personality; It was strong.

These were the moments where he realized that he'd strike a knife on his chest straight to his heart for her if that's what she needed of him; The moments where as much as he'd like to deny it, if she left his side, he'd likely get on his knees and do or accept anything to make sure that doesn't happen. Hinata was his weakness and his most treasured being. And nobody was taking her from him. No one.

Promptly... Breaking eye contact, and sighing out once the effect had largely diminished, he quickly looked around before putting her back on the ground, slowly breaking away from their tight position and removing his thick mass off of her.

"Well..." He said, or nearly whispered, as he proceeded to bent down and up his pants.

"That was... A good catch up" He added, now with his pants back up completely.

#salaciousbitch #rp #ask #askrp #nsfw

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#i will tags this when i sort out my tags

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#menma #hinata #road to ninja #naruhina #menhina #nsfw

salacious-bitch

"Tsk, where have you been all this time, hmm?"

“The Hell are you talking about?! You’re the one who up and left - where the fuck have you been, Menma?!”

salacious-bitch

“A-Ahhhn..” With the sudden entrance, she felt her entire body writhing with that desire for aggressive friction. Her walls had adjusted well to the abrupt, and violent intrusion, squeezing around his thick mass tightly, engulfing that girth to her fullest brink. As his head fell over her shoulder, she felt an abhorrent disgruntlement. Petite fingers, traced along the broad line of his jaw, shoving that visage to face her own. “Look at me first.” She wanted him entirely, soul and body. Though it may not be the same for him - she wanted nothing more then that connection. Opal hues became saturated in a tint of lavender, lust-driven motions of lewd hips pushing him out, then in. Repetitive motions of the same dance took place in brilliant unison. She could feel his need throbbing within, craving even more of that slick nature that she held deep within. With their eyes now locked, she would formally move her hips in carnal gyrations, head falling back into the brick wall behind, leaning the weight of her body into his own, voluptuous breasts rubbing their persperating mounds against an equally perspiring flat chest. The friction against tender nubs is what drove her over the edge. “Me- Fuck, Menma!” She called out in a pathetic tone, lids wavering to keep open and keep that complete connection alive. But alas, they closed, giving herself entirely to the sensation being thrust deep into her. She felt high - a cloud nine effect taking over a once composed demeanor, lipstick dishelveled and smeared upon her lips from the intense kiss prior. Her eye make up was probably a mess too, but she didn’t care. It took a lot for her to let go like this - to surrender, but for Menma, she’d do anything. Sharp, colored nails stroked their way up the expanse of his muscular back, marring deep red marks into the dermis, making damn sure they wouldn’t fade away any time soon. She wanted him to remember who he belonged to. With one final plea for more, she smashed their lips together once again, tongue sloppily meshing flavors together in a heated mess, saliva trickling down the corner of her mouth from the complete loss of self, losing everything to this pleasure.

She broke the contact of lips for the simple need to lean her chin over his shoulder, finding his strong hold to be both comforting and arousing, allowing her body to fall prey to her captor’s thrusts and pounds inward. Everything just seemed to mesh perfectly, driving her to the brink of insanity - nothing could compare to the feel of Menma’s cock stuffed deep inside of her, pulling in and out with that same desire for one another.

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It took quite a few thrusts in before her low, yelp-like comment reached on his brain fully. How shamelessly taken in; Was he that lost in it that what he outright asked would go past his ears like that? Apparently... But, fuck it, it was fantastic either way.

With his ears blissed, his beating heart stroked in a marathon, and his objectives persued, there was nothing else to think -- Only feel. Feeling just how fucking good it felt. The pre-cumming tip of his dick threatening to escape the grasp of its pink partner every so often in every thrust, something that somehow added a bit to it, depsite the fact that if anyone interrupted this he would have to cut some heads.

There was no more to look after, at least not at this very moment; There was no reason to look any harder than what was happening right at this moment. Yes, yes, that is what he wanted -- Nothing else that mattered, just him and her. He's the king of his own world and she's the queen, alone, and without having to explain or owe anything to anyone.

His mind quickly became a lot clearer and free. Finally, he was enjoying himself to the fullest now; Insesantly moaning on her ear, but attempting to look for self-restrain from doing that, for no other reason than simple habits, and took issue with her firm ass with both of his hands now helding her up from it, while their chests finally managed to gain a little space. That was a little bit to his chagrin, but, well, it was kind of starting to hurt, anyway, and he was sure a part of him (or most likely, her) would end up broken if he kept pushing.

His hips didn't took the same route, though; They grinded up, back and forth, with more agression and strength than he can recall ever letting them. His cock came in and out so crudely that the juices of sex would just drip out, in almost copious amounts. Mainly, hers; He hadn't gotten there yet... But he was close. Just a little more, he could feel it, he could feel his veins under there hardening up, an instant pressure and a sudden desire to release.

Without stop even one second, he moved back his head to meet hers, once again; This time, noses, eyes and foreheads met up again, while gritting teeth kept their mouths away. Perhaps this was another habit, but for whatever reason, being close to the other, at this level, face to face, whenever reaching the breaking point, was an oddly appealing and satisfying conclusion, always.

Thump, thump, thump... And then, finally, without shutting his eyes, he let his bathed breath speak for him, his lower parts leaking like a bottle, and a blissful experience liberating his mind, and finally taking him in... After so long.

#salaciousbitch #this is terrible #rp #askrp #ask

salacious-bitch

"Tsk, where have you been all this time, hmm?"

“The Hell are you talking about?! You’re the one who up and left - where the fuck have you been, Menma?!”

salacious-bitch

“Mmngh!” She winced with the sudden shift in positions, enjoying the feel of his raw, masculine form pressed closely to hers. Before she was even able to compromise it with lewd bucks forward, she was taken into his arms, legs left to do nothing but wrap about his firm waist. This, however only enabled her more leeway to grind her needy sex into his chest, wetten shorts covered in the secretion that he had inevitably caused. Painted lips pursed with satisfaction before they assertively smashed into another pair, merging lips to twine in whole, her tongue delving deep within the crevice of his mouth in search for its twin. Menma’s taste is intoxicating, nothing she could ever fully comprehend, but all the while fully understood. They were two halves of a whole, just waiting to become one. Hinata was growing impatient. One arm wrapped around his built frame, as the other pushed behind her, picking out a weapon for her to use to her own advantage. She was far too eager to wait for the pants to come off, so she decided to take the sharp kunai and carefully cut over the hem of her pants, leaving nothing but tattered leather shorts and a lack of panties to his view. She was ever lewd. The lip lock never deterred, not for a second. She’d be damned if she missed out on Menma’s flavor anymore. She missed it, if anything - craved it. The carnal need settling in as wet folds were spread for him to deem himself into. She didn’t hesitate to drop her weapon and eagerly begin to rub between the crevice of sex dripping its need to the ground beneath. Coaxing her fingers entirely in the essence of erotism, she parted their lips momentarily, forcing duel digits between his lips to give him a formal taste. “Fuck you and what you do to me.”

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As soon as her sticky fingers rose in the entrance of his lips, his mind took a second to register. It's weird, almost as if something had hit for a bit. His body, shaking a bit and wanting nothing more than to afflict directly against hers, took it in quickly, but in his mind, he felt a little different. He purred, his tongue was trapped under the digits and his lips slid across the encroaching extremities.

Fuck you and what you do to me

Then they were out, a lock of dribble being left across the lower part of his chin, and his suddenly took rest nigh over her shoulder, for a bit.

Then, a much tumid looking expression arose, his head tilting all the way up again to face her expression, and a cynical, almost vicious, and empowering smirk took over his features, his eyes doing nothing but pairing up with what that face was exclaiming. He never felt better; He missed the taste, he longed for it after so long of not having it. But now here it was. And the only way he knew how to react to that was what he was letting his body do right now.

His roughness reached a higher point than before, their chests basically forcing against the other like beasts, remembering those fast thumps from their hearts that he loved so much, and their lips reunited again with a force that almost signed that he didn't care if his lips broke, and his craving mass of masculinity was a proudly stiff as it was ever gonna be, causing him to take his hands over to it as he slid the tip right in between the lower entrance, as their lips broke once more, his features moving to the side and facing the concrete wall, one hand on her rear and the other on the wall, depending almost entirely on their cases to carry her weight.

"... Moan. More for me. Say my name."

He whispered out, as his hips suddenly stroke in, with force and nigh anger, but ultimately laddened with nothing but desire. Over, and over, and over again.

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refridgerator

when you stay up all night doing hw and the teacher doesn’t collect it

#i will tag this when i sort out my tags

sexpai

My Favorite Anime of 2013 (✿◠‿◠)

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WHERE DA FUK IS BAKEMONOGATARI SEASON 2 U PURIKU

#i will tag this when i sort out my tags #mun is an idiot

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#ok now im really gonna finish my theme #ok #really gonna try

salacious-bitch

"Tsk, where have you been all this time, hmm?"

“The Hell are you talking about?! You’re the one who up and left - where the fuck have you been, Menma?!”

salacious-bitch

They were absolute once in the presence of one another - it was pure adrenaline the moment skin brushed, lips touched, bodies rocked. Everything about the pair was serene - surreal, completely awe inspiring. Petite feet cladded against the grovel beneath, fingers lacing within the matched pair wrapped in gloves. She tugged on his extremity, forcibly dragging him into the nearest alley way for further indiscretions. “Mm—” Another groan slipped through purpleish folds, palms abruptly pressing to the svelte form of her object’s chest, causing that stern back to mesh with a brick wall, thus giving her body the full advantage when it came to bucking up against him. Playful in nature they both were, and it was blatant that Hinata enjoyed it — enjoyed him. Loved him, even. If one were to go as far as feelings, it could have been classified as pure adoration. Still, lust and desire is what had driven her this time, ignoring the inner pleas begging her to smash painted folds into a masculine pair, colored dactyl slid in between his thighs once more, becoming re-acquainted with that thick mass growing beneath his pants. “Hurry up and give me that aggression I’ve become so addicted to.” Languid lips pressed to his ear, lithe breaths filled with warmth and eroticism spreading from her mouth.