#maria exposed

[artbyfuji]

they got a lot to say about the snug as a bug in a rug lifestyle 🐺❤🐯

#rosebird #raven branwen #summer rose #my art #this is an excuse to expose u all to the comfy cozy rosebirdies airborne particles again 🤩 #wolf blanket summer & tiger blanket raven 🔛🔝👊💥😤 #they take that honk shoo mimimi agenda very seriously. #more blanket lore: raven's tiger blanket was one of maria's first christmas gifts (qrow has one with lions 👍) #summer was probably swaddled as a baby in that damn wolf blanket. it's that serious. the family heirloom.

[polish-art-tournament]

round 1.5 poll 7

Anubis dancing (Autumn) by Joanna Karpowicz, 2018:

propaganda: bajeczna frajda dla jesieniar; rysunkowość projektu; kolorystyka [what a joy for autumn lovers; the project is very drawing-like; the colours]

about the artist: https://pl.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joanna_Karpowicz

submitted by the wonderful @rascal-rodent <33

Eksplozja w katedrze (Explosion in the cathedral) by Maria Anto, 2005:

[no propaganda has been submitted]

#maria anto #joanna karpowicz #autumn #art #polls #round 1.5 #this round is very much sponsored by tumblr user rascal-rodent and i am extremely thankful to them #for exposing me to many beautiful contemporary pieces #also tumblr user gniew777! #thank youuu

[sher-ee]

Conservative MAGA News.

#fox news #conservatives #republicans #maga #a web of lies #donald trump #news #Fox viewers #they know #lies exposed #sean hannity #laura ingraham #tucker carlson #maria bartiromo #vote blue

[boleynecklace]

guess who got her tudor gown

#this is me exposing my face i guess lol #and yeah i had to settle in for a replica dress bc it’s the most i could do with my budget hihi #personal #maria rambles #tudor dress #tudor cosplay

[psychedelicflyingshark]

One of these days im gonna take a fistfull of my sister’s expired adderall and write an entire scholarly article about how every silent hill game is a trans allegory

#silent hill #thinkin about sh2 and making the argument that james is a transwoman who has very heavily internalized transphobia #and mary is actually the icon of womanhood but as james grows up she becomes sick and degraded #as the idea of being a woman is considered to be “lesser” and mary getting sicker and sicker as james is exposed to more and more misogyny #until james has to kill the idea of ever becoming a woman but oops subconscious still knows youre an egg #and thus james goes to silent hill and is presented with maria who goes against those conservative ideals of a woman #and is comfortable in her sexuality and womanhood #pyramid head is the physical manifestation of james trying to hide all of the evidence towards being trans #and thats why eventually ph spears himself when james finally gives in and confronts being trans #and then driving into the lake is both a representation of 'killing' james as a man and of going to join (aka become) mary

[luxe-pauvre]

It wasn’t acclaim she skirted but the crown, the attendant visibility of fame — a mind-set diametrically opposed and almost alien to our current celebrity culture, which mistakes visibility for merit. This was another of [Emily] Dickinson’s rending paradoxes — she wanted to be recognised and appreciated, but she didn’t want to be exposed — an aversion that may well have been encoded in her nature but was certainly indoctrinated through her nurture.

Maria Popova, Figuring

#Maria Popova #Figuring #'she wanted to be recognised and appreciated but she didn't want to be exposed' hmmmmmmm.

[tropii-moved]

so that "maria clara at ibarra" reference huh

like, i'm sorry klay, but you can't save everyone it seems. it's like that anime "my next life as a villainess" but nothing gets to change at all in the end

(also idk if this is positive or negative rant but like. can't get over the fact that in the first episode klay simply said she didn't care about the rizal subject because of the troubles in her life and in the country in general and her prof was like "yknow what this girl needs? More Depression but this time over fictional characters. isekai time")

HDJDJDKKDJF I KNOWWW the only difference between "maria clara at ibarra" and "my next life as a villainess" is that katarina is so oblivious to the fact that her switching places with the og makes it so she's the main character technically since almost everyone is in love with her while klay,,,, KLAY man like yeah i get that she's got noble intentions BUT THAT WAS NOT THE WAY she's just a side character HER PROF WARNED HER (also lichrally, why out of all the people in her campus the one chosen for this isekai adventure girl's got enough problems as it is)

#also hiiiiiii #the last episode i watched was when she realized she was falling for ibarra and i was like GIRL!!!!!! NO!!!!!!!!!! #i mean she was like that too to herself i love me some self aware characters #for a long time i wondered how they're going to like expose klay to parts of the story that didn't concern ibarra #cus sometimes the novel introduces separate characters like sisa basilio and crispin that didn't meet ibarra #so it's really interesting that the story stilll progresses the exact same way even tho all these characters are meeting way earlier #i think i dont remember the nitty gritty of the novell #anyway they all met each other except for maria clara meeting klay as ibarra's supposed cousin #im so sorry maria clara my beloved but like klay had to btw ion know why i dont think i caught the explanation

[yeonjuins]

this is so random and lowkey weird LMAO but like. i genuinely don't remember why i follow you but i'm really glad i do because you are a very entertaining person to have on my dash i just hop on tumblr and i'm like sICK it's yeonjuins and i don't know why i haven't tried to become moots earlier bc you feel really approachable but at the same time not because i find you really cool?? but also like. you are so real for everything you say on this app lmao aNYWAYS you also just seem like a genuinely nice person sO HI IM MARIA AND I THINK WE SHOULD BE FRIENDS :) and then also i get scared that i actually do know you and i've forgotten and then i'd terribly offend you by introducing myself like this BUT I DONT KNOW WHERE THAT THOUGHT COMES FROM BC YOU DONT KNOW WHO I AM SDJFLS anyways hope you're having a great day/night it's very cute and sweet of you to ask about peoples comfort idols btw skjSJFK i have not felt this awkward on tumblr in a long time someone collect me or something what am i rn like currently struggling to hit the ask button and i do not know why aNYWAYS FR FR BYE BUT HI AT THE SAME TIME IG??? HELP LMAO

HELLO MY LOVE tysm for dropping by my inbox i woke up to ur msg and i was </3 "sick its yeonjuins!" MY HEART PLSS i never knew ppl acc . acknowledge my blog LMFAO i feel like a one man show w a one man audience (me) half the time PAHAHAHA

omg i've been making more mutuals lately and they all said how they were intimidated to interact w me but guys !!!!!! as everyone says- i am all bark no bite 🙄

"you are so real for anything you say on this app" PLEASE ALL I SAY IS ME WANTING TO FIST FIGHT EVERYONE SOCKWKDKD this geniuenly made me laugh because im out here every day just denying bias allegations SOSOSDOS

i'm so honoured you think i'm cool ): your ask was so adorable pls </3 tysm for dropping by- we def can be mutuals my love there's no need to be scared PAHAHAHA welcome to my little side of tumblr <3

#asks #maria #i love my inbox i get anons who outright EXPOSE ME and ATTACK ME to the most lovely msgs ever pls

[superstupendoussims]

#sims 4 #ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 not so berry #not so berry #the sims #sims4 #sissy caged #sirius black #sims 4 screenshots #exposed sissy #civic #honda #cc #maria hill #dibujo

[drbtinglecannon]

I really wanted to cosplay Barok for a con I'm going to in July (first con I'll be going to in...geez like. 4yrs at least?) but it has only now occurred to me that it'll be hot as balls in that outfit. So. Back to square one lol

#personal #barok my poor little meow meow #i want your clothes & height & gender but also thats too much for july itll be like 80 degrees. esp cuz i wanted to do a muscle suit #underneath to give definition like being as muscular as him but uh. lol #so now im debating if still tgaa gina or maria or kazuma but specifically no uni jacket just slutty suspenders exposed look. #or if cosplaying will be too much hassle & to just skip it lol. cosplaying was always so much money & exhausting #or maybe casual no coat sleeves rolled up herlock would be fun. or maybe eda from toh cuz shes super hot. who knows not me lol

[lewisvinga]

get his ass ! | lando norris/the grid x fem! reader

summary: y/n was loved among the grid, quickly gaining the title of ‘the mother of the grid’ due to her motherly nature. but when a famous football player says he’d like to take her on a date in an interview, the boys are quick to defend her.

fc; maria isabel

warnings; kinda suggestive pics , curse words

notes; requested! this came later than expected lol, been super tired after a long road trip and was out all day w poor connection😩🥲 don’t mind my lil football reference 🤭🤭 also second pic of the interview was meant to say pretty at the end but it was called off lol😞

masterlist !

liked by landonorris, oscarpiastri, and 940,038 others!

yourusername: pov: single mother after a day full of chasing and taking care of her 5 grown children on the paddock

tagged; landonorris, oscarpiastri, alex_albon, logansargeant, georgerussell63

username: MOTHER IS BACK ON THE PADDOCK

username: i want u fr

landonorris: ‘single mother’ who am i then?😕

yourusername: a grown child who asks me to ‘pretty please’ wipe the grease off of his pizza😁

landonorris: it was disgustingly greasy…🤢

username: LMFAOOAOAO

username: a single mom who works 2 jobs who loves her kids

yourusername: they get on my nerves all the time but i love my grown children 💓

logansargeant: sorry mom

yourusername: you and osc are an exception

alex_albon: oh, wow!

oscarpiastri: 😁

georgerussell63: you trying to say something, y/n….

yourusername: yeah give me carmen

carmenmmundt: i agree!

georgerussell63: wait-

username: you need to open a youtube channel!

username: your fit on the paddock ate today 😩

username: the picture of alex and logan w the snake 😭😭😭😭

username: can always count on y/n for content

yourusername posted to their story!

[caption 1; baby’s nap time 😴] [caption 2; taking my sons out for lunch 🫶🫶] [caption 3; my new child, surprise! it’s a boy!💙]

Jude Bellingham answers your fan questions!

liked by yourusername, oscarpiastri, and 1,503,028 others!

landonorris: all mine.

tagged; yourusername

yourusername: lando norris…. i thought you’d post this on your jpg account…

landonorris: nope😁

yourusername: could’ve been worse thank u

yourusername: all yours. forever. 🫶

landonorris: always.

username: so y’all saw jude’s interview too…

username: caption was 100% aimed a jude

alex_albon: can i tag him pls

yourusername: no.

landonorris: yes!

yourusername: no or i won’t take you to get kbbq tmrw

alex_albon: sorry lando

username: alex’s comment😭

username: oh wow

username: the 2nd, 4th, n last pic🥴🥴🥴🥴

username: their relationship isn’t a want it’s a NEED

logansargeant: oh!

yourusername: look away pls😞😔

landonorris: no keep looking so you and every other athlete knows she’s mine 😁

username: jealous lando omg 😵‍💫😵‍💫

maxverstappen1: take that tap in merchant!

carlossainz55: yeah and he won against you guys! put some respect on his name 🙄

yourusername: my football rivalry sons…

landonorris: no i agree w max

username: not the culers and merengues of f1 fighting 😭😭

georgerussell63: my eyes!😰😰😰😰

georgerussell63: but that serves him right! y/n is a taken lady!

username: red is HER color, no one can wear read

username: the fit is everything 😍😍

username: need someone to recreate the last pic w 😖😖😣😣

oscarpiastri: i really had to stop lando from posting more exposing pictures, you’re welcome btw mother

landonorris: i had plenty of other ones to choose from…

yourusername: thank u osc😭

#formula one scenarios #formula 1 x reader #f1 scenario #formula one imagines #formula one social media au #formula one smau #formula one x reader #formula one imagine #f1 smau #f1 scenarios #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #lando norris smau #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris social media au

[callmerainman]

Alastor realising his feelings for a pure-hearted s/o

a/n I can't stop making hc's about Alastor at this point. Seeing him break down in the finale awakened something in me I guess and I came up with this scenario. As always I remind you that I'm aware of him being ace (and possibly aro), so feelings can be interpreted however you like!

Alastor's feelings for you came tip-toeing in his life so he failed to notice them until it was too late.

When you first arrived at the Hotel he found your kindness in an environment like Hell absolutely pathetic, now how come he felt like he wanted to protect you?

In absolute denial at first. He can't be feeling something for you.

I love the hcs of Alastor courting the reader like the gentleman he is, but I like to imagine something a little bit different.

Alastor absolutely crumbles when he realises that he has feelings for you.

He's already trapped under a contract that presumably makes him weaker in power, so the idea of having a weakness even in feelings sparked a crisis.

Only hunger for power and freedom rest in his heart, you were not planned at all.

Alastor thinks that love is one of the worst weaknesses one can have.

The idea of a weak creature like you making him kneel like that terrifies him because that means that there's some humanity in him and that's the worst case scenario for him.

His feelings for you make him feel like his control is being annihilated.

He feels like he's exposed, vulnerable, as if you were a parasite in his brain.

Throw a lil song in there.

Going absolutely Frollo Hellfire on 'em (except he's not calling Maria for help lmao).

Until he comes to terms with the fact that he cares about you, he will feel like he's spiraling down a pit of insanity.

#alastor #hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon #alastor x reader #alastor x reader headcanons #alastor headcanons #vivziepop #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x you #radio demon x reader #radio demon #writers on tumblr #alastor fanfiction

[wandasaura]

WHAT DID I SAY

summary — the four times you fucked up and called your doms by the wrong name

warning(s) — college au, fuck-buddy relationships, marijuana use, alcohol consumption, face slapping, spitting, biting, body writing, restraints, spreader bars, mentions of branding, semi nipple torture, hickies, shotgunning, choking, butt plugs, spanking, ass biting, pussy slapping, doggy style, strap-on usage, cum-filled strap, fingering, oral, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denial, degradation, praise, daddy kink, mommy kink, captain kink, sir kink, literal filth, men/minors dni

authors note — first little headcanon/oneshot for know my place! hope you enjoy my little college stoners who fuck like rabbits. can totally be read seperate from the au!

know my place

♥️⊹ ˚ . 18+, men/minors dni ⁺ 𓈒 ꒰💌꒱ ♡ ･ mommy maximoff ✧

Maria – 

The wine is warm beside Maria’s bed. The bottle of Prosecco momentarily forgotten about as a symphony engages beneath the darkness of night and blankets. It’s not often that Maria pulls the blankets overtop of herself as she works to unravel the intricate knots and coils in your belly, but she’s chosen tonight to share the beauty of your body with only herself and the silicone toy secured around her hips. Your moans are muffled by her skin, teeth embedded into her shoulder as she rocks the strap-on into you harshly, the bulbous head dancing along your cervix with every third stroke. She’s practiced in this tango, an expert in knowing your body, but the wine has impacted your reception to her actions, and as she pulls the strap out of you almost completely only to thrust back into you quick and harsh, a name leaves your lips that isn’t her own. 

Maria has never been soft with you in moments of time where some part of her body is buried within yours. She’s rough, and assertive, and entirely domineering as she splits you open and gives you only as much pleasure as she’s willing. With Maria, you’re never in charge. The cards are held tightly in her ironclad grasp and you’ve learned better than to try and guess that she’s holding. The wine however, has severely impacted your judgment. You’ve engaged in this dance for months now; been left with the bruises and aches of her touch for days afterward, and yet you’re disoriented enough to cry out for Wanda as she drills your sopping cunt so perfectly. 

“Mommy!” The title slips off your lips before you can search for the correct term that’s filed away in a section of your brain labeled ‘Masha’. Maria has never been Mommy, in fact, she’s always turned her nose up at the title and joked that Wanda’s entirely too harsh to be called something so maternal, and she’s less than amused when the five letter name falls onto her shoulders as she works to unravel you completely. 

Her hips stutter to a stationary position, the silicone dildo fastened around her hips deep within your pleasure soaked core, but unmoving and unwilling to start again. There’s a moment of silence that passes between the both of you; Maria’s eyes are hard, slitted and dark as she stares down at you in a drunken haze, brain struggling to process what you’ve just let slip. Your eyes are wide, light and soft as you meet her stare and attempt to win her forgiveness without seeing the repercussions of your actions. You were a fool to call her Mommy, but you were an idiot to think she’d let it go so simply. 

The silence that had fallen over you ended abruptly, replaced by the echoing sound of a sharp slap meeting your cheek and bouncing through the air before you’d had a chance to process the pain at all. Your head snapped to the side, your unharmed cheek pressing against her pillowcases that smell somewhat of smoke and vanilla. Your eyes pinch closed, anticipating the next hit that will land against your heated skin, but it never comes. Maria’s hand tangled into your hair instead, pulling your head back until your neck is craned and the expanse of your sensitive skin is exposed enough for her teeth and tongue to mark. 

“What’s my fucking name?” Her hips snap into yours with each word that she mutters against your neck, sharp bites and sensitive stings encasing your body in a delectable buzz of pleasure and possessiveness. You’ll bear these marks for days to come, indentations of her teeth and patches of purple from her lips adorning your skin that can’t be easily hidden with makeup or your longest turtleneck. Everyone who looks at you will know that you’d found yourself beneath a warm body and had been helpless to their assault, but only you’ll know that it was Maria Hill who had been your intimate attacker. Each lovebite that she presses into your skin is a subtle claim. You’re not Wanda’s in this moment, you’re not Natasha or Carol’s either, you’re entirely Maria’s and she’s reminding you of such as her hips drive hard against your own and the silicone strap that’s coated in your arousal attempts to bruise your cervix in the most addictively painful way. Each strong thrust sends you reeling farther into bliss, but she’s waiting for an answer and you’re not getting anything more until she hears you call her the right name. In her opinion, she’s being entirely lenient with you, there are a plethora of ways she can go about reminding you who you belong to, and yet your wrists remain unbound and your breasts remain unmarked by the leather of her favorite flogger that’s just an arms distance away. “Whats my fucking name, slut? Or do I need to carve it into you? How pretty would you be with my name on your thigh; ruined for anyone else who even tries to get between these legs? My little slut forever.” 

A strangled moan falls into the air as Maria sinks her teeth into the skin of your neck just beneath your ear, and your hands that have remained at your sides throughout this entire exchange shoot up to scratch at her back, blood bubbling to the surface as you spare to ounce of lightness to your touch. She’s marked you, now she’ll bear your marks for days to come. “S-Sir!” 

Maria hums, satisfied with your answer, but unwilling to forgive you completely. Her hips continue to pound into you until she reaches her high, thighs quivering as she moans in pure delight until she’s too sensitive to continue on with her ministrations. The strap-on leaves your entrance quickly, your overstimulated and sensitive walls pleading for it to stay, but Maria’s done for the night, and she’s decided that you are too. She reaches for the abandoned glass of wine, taking a sip smugly as she straddles your hips, damp toy splayed across your naked belly as your chest heaves and you look up at her pleadingly. 

“You’ll get to cum when I don’t have to remind you who I am.”

Natasha –

Natasha’s hips continue to rock into you even as she leans forward and captures your lips between hers. The room is filled with a thin layer of smoke, the scents of weed and sex entangling together and yet it's somehow entirely Natasha as you lay beneath her, willing to take whatever she wants to give you. Your head is fuzzy, filled with only thoughts of her and the lightness that the bud had brought over your senses. Her body is warm as her naked chest presses against yours, already marked by her passionate kisses and bites that will linger for days to come in secret. Her pupils are blown wide, a combination of her lust and the joint she’s rolled skillfully. Her fingers are educated in the art of many things, but unraveling you is one of her most prized hobbies. Her lungs are filled with smoke from the last drag she’s taken, and as the seconds linger on with her lips still pressed firmly to yours, unmoving but eager to claim you intimately, she exhales into your open mouth and forces you to take the smoke that she fills it with. It burns as you inhale, slipping down your throat smoothly and filling your own lungs, but it’s pleasant and you greedily allow her to continue until all that remains is an empty kiss that was once filled with weed. The smoke trails out in wispy strands of white and gray, and they dance between your faces until the open space claims it and the visual is gone. 

When she pulls away, there’s a devilish smirk on her lips that even another drag can’t erase entirely. She raises the joint to her lips again, eyes fluttering closed as she sits back on her heels, the cum-filled strap she borrows from Carol still buried within your walls and yet agonizingly still as she lets her head fall back in contentment. The cloud of milky white smoke that settles around her is entirely erotic, almost a halo of intoxication above her head, but there’s hardly a second for you to admire how ethereal she looks in this state before she presses into you firmly and resumes her rocking. Her pace is punishing albeit shallow, the tip of the strap-on hitting your perfect spot so softly it feels like butterfly sings batting against your skin, but she’s ruthless with her speed and the quick motions of her hips are enough to have you gripping at the sheets and looping your legs around her waist to draw her in deeper. 

Natasha laughs smugly at the sight of you so fried and desperate. She raises the joint to your lips with one hand, encouraging you to take a hit before her other hand wraps loosely around your neck. She doesn’t apply any pressure as you take a long drag, eyes fluttering closed as you involuntarily shiver at the taste lingering on your tongue, but the presence of her grip is enough to have your hips bucking into hers. 

“F-fuck sir!” You cry out when she obliges with your silent request and begins to thrust deeper into your core, the head of the toy pounding right against your sensitive spot with practiced ease as your head falls back against the pillows and your lips release the joint. A cough falls off your lips as you moan around the smoke in your lungs, eyes becoming watery from the burning sting, but you have no time to recover from the hit before Natasha’s hand is tightening around your neck and her hips are setting into you faster and harder. 

Her lips purse as she collects spit on the tip of her tongue, letting it fall against your flush cheek before she smears it down your neck, fingers that are still holding the lit join trailing across the expanse of your sensitive and worked over skin. She’s playing with fire now, quite literally, smearing her spit across your chest until she finds a home at your pebbled nipple and pinches roughly, but you have no ounce of self-preservation in your body as you watch the lit joint fall closer and closer to the marked skin of your chest as she tightened her grip on your neck and leans cynically close to your face. Her eyes are dark, clouded with lust and intoxication. Her hips have set a punishing pace and each time she drives the head of the strap into your g-spot your vision goes white with pleasure. 

“That’s not my fucking name. Are you really that much of a slut that you’re thinking about Masha as I’m fucking you. We can get Masha if you’d like, I’m sure she’d love to watch as I fuck you into my mattress until the only words you know how to say are Daddy please. I’m sure she’d love to lay between these legs and watch my cum spill out of you before I push it right back in and plug you up. Fucking whore. Is Daddy fucking you too good? Is that little brain so overwhelmed with pleasure that you don’t even know who’s fucking you?” Natasha lightens her grip on your nipple, bringing the joint back up to her lips before she drops it into the ashtray on her bedside table and grips the dildo, throwing her head back as her thrusts become choppy. “I bet you’d let anyone fuck this cunt. All you want is to cum. Fuck!” She curses as she drops her body against yours, lips capturing yours in a bruising kiss as she squeezes the shaft tightly, cum spurting against your walls and marking them with a milky whiteness. “Cum with me. Fuck!” 

With her permission, the coil in your belly finally snaps, and you arch into her touch as she rides out her own orgasm, the cum slipping down your legs and coating your inner thighs and her sheets. “Fuck Daddy!” 

“Good girl. Scream my name. Let Masha hear how good I’m making you feel.” 

Wanda – 

When Wanda invited you over to fuck, you’d anticipated something quick. What you hadn’t expected, was for her to bind your wrists to her headboard and force your legs apart with her recently purchased spreader bar. You’d been at her mercy for hours now, writhing on the bed beneath her as she took her time working you up. First it had been her fingers that dared to ruin you, the ringed digits slipping between your folds and teasing your clit and entrance until you were dripping onto the bed sheets and pleading with her to give you something more. She’d agreed easily, not even putting up a fight to prove her dominance over you. Those skilled fingers had turned into a skilled tongue. The hot muscle pressed against your clit, lapped at your entrance and slurped up the damp arousal that glistened beneath the moonlight that bled into the room from the open window. She was relentless in her teasing, and as overstimulated as you were beneath her touch, you were equally as frustrated. She’d been at it for hours, bringing you just close enough to taste the sweet relief of your orgasm before she pulled away and began the process all over again. You’d cursed her out six times since she started, and each time she merely chuckled against your core and slapped her palm down harshly against your cunt, sure to let her fingers brush against your clit for merely a second before it was gone and her tongue soothed the ache but brought nothing more. 

Your hands itched to tangle into her hair, and yet each time you reached for her you remembered how she’d so intricately bound you to the headboard with the softest rope in her collection. Your hips bucked upward as she pulled away again, your entrance clenching around nothing as your clit throbbed and protested. A broken cry fell off your lips as you shook your head frantically, needing her back on you and relieving the intense ache that she had single handedly created. Her lips and chin glistened with your arousal as she smirked down at you, the vibrating egg between her legs working her up to an orgasm you could only beg for. 

A whine rippled through your chest before it tumbled into the room, the words you’d been chanting for hours mangled and wrong as they came spiraling out fast and strung together. “Captain! P-Please!” Wanda growled lowly at the slip, her eyes dark and sinister as she leaned forward to grab your jaw and force your eyes on her. 

“What did you call me?” Despite how she articulated every syllable in the sentence, she wasn’t really looking for you to respond to her. In a swift motion, she’d reached across the bed to grab the panties that she’d pulled from your legs when you’d first joined her in the bedroom, and shoved them into your mouth. The balled up fabric was damp and uncomfortable as it sat on your tongue, but despite how hard you strained to force them away from your mouth, you couldn’t get them out with your arms bound and her body restricting your movements. 

Your eyes tracked her movements as she fumbled around in the drawers of her bedside table, thighs straddling your waist as she leaned forward and subsequently rocked the vibrating egg farther into her tight channel. She trembled in pleasure, but everything about her was always so perfectly kept that it was hardly noticeable to anyone who wasn’t you. Her rustling had lasted mere seconds before a black marker that had been used weeks prior to mark up a project poster now in her grip and uncapped. You had no idea what she planned to do with it, but there wasn’t any way for you to ask if you wanted to. You were helpless to watch as she slid down your body and dragged the inky tip across the skin of your breasts before moving downward. 

You gasped when the cold tip of the marker dragged across the skin right above your mound, thick black letters that you had to strain your neck to read lingering on your skin only to be gone when you washed your body of her touch later that night. ‘Mommy’s Slut’, was written just above your cunt, but Wanda wasn’t satisfied in stopping there. She dragged the felt tip across the inside of your thigh, holding your legs still as they wiggled away from the ticklish sensations she provoked. A thick arrow pointed straight at your weeping entrance, and Wanda was cruel enough to write, ‘cum slut’ at the tip of the arrow. A cry fell off your lips when she threw the marker onto the floor, and returned to her position between your legs. Her mouth was cruel as it worked you up to the edge, but unlike the times prior, she hadn’t stopped when you’d begun to wriggle around as an indication of your approaching orgasm. You fell over the cliffside in bliss, but that had only lasted long enough for your orgasm to crash over you and then she was gone, forcing you to ride it out with no further stimulation. 

A harsh slap met your sensitive cunt when you finally stilled on her bed, teary eyed and desperate for something more as you stared up at her with wide pleading eyes. Wanda wasn’t willing to comply however, and instead of satisfying you fully, she trailed harsh bites up your torso and between the valley of your breasts before her lips, still glistening with your arousal, found a home against yours. The dainty pink panties with a frail little bow on the waistband still between your teeth and properly wet from your saliva, but she hadn’t trailed so close to your face to kiss you. Instead, she settled her harsh glare on you, a sinister smile curling the edges of her lips upward as she let a damp finger stroke across your cheekbones, “I guess Mommy has to remind you of who you belong to. We’ll see if you deserve to cum in a few days.” 

Carol –

The buttplug is an added sensation that Carol uses to her advantage as she works to unravel you completely before you both have to leave for class. You’re not new to butt plugs, Maria’s quite the fan of them, but you’re new to them with Carol and the ways that she likes to toy with your stimulated body. You're on all fours in the center of her bed, knees sinking into the mattress as your hands grasp and twist at the comforter, absolutely desperate for relief that’s been slowly building beneath the surface. Her fingers are buried deep into your core, curling into your g-spot and massaging your velvet walls with pride. Her tongue circles the plug in your ass teasingly, and every couple of minutes when you least expect it, she presses against the base of the plug in tandem with her harsher thrusts before she scissors you open. 

Carol smirks against your ass as she sinks her teeth into your left cheek, her hand slapping down on you right just as she flicks her thumb over your clit. A muffled moan falls off of your lips as you bury your face into the comforter, your hips rocking back on their own accord as you attempt to chase after her touch, a strangled cry of, “Daddy more!”, vibrating your cheek as you twist your head to rest your cheek against the comforter and stare back at her. 

Carol is relatively unbothered by your slip of her title, but she doesn’t let it go entirely, not that you’re aware yet. Her fingers work into you easily, her thumb rubbing harsher, tighter circles around your clit until you're spasming on the bed. She smirks against the globe of your ass, her thumb pressing firmly against the plug with the hand that’s not buried between your thighs. “That’s not my name Princess and you know that.” Carol says smugly, grinding her hips down onto the edge of the bed as she chases her own relief, knowing there’s not enough time in the ten minutes she has left with you to reverse your position and have you go down on her. 

“Captain!” You cry out sharply, reaching your hand back to grasp onto Carol’s as the coil builds in your belly almost unbearably. The engineering major merely smirks, digging her teeth into your ass a final time before she encourages you to spill around her fingers. That’s all it takes for you to cave and tremble as she continues to scissor you open and curl her fingers into your cunt, but as quickly as your orgasm comes, she’s pulling away and throwing your clothes at your head. “You’re really going to go to class like that?” You question her, laying dazing on her bed as you twist onto your back and watch her run a baby wipe between her legs before she’s wiggling into a pair of fresh panties and reaching for her pants. 

“Yes, and so are you. Get up. That plug doesn’t come out until I take it out.” She says in the most unphased tone, reaching for the crewneck that’s been laying across her desk chair for days, not even bothering to reach for the bra that’s only inches away. 

“W-What?” Your eyes go wide as you sit up in bed, wincing slightly at the pressure in your ass as the plug presses against the inner parts of you sweetly, ropes of pleasure shooting through your core. 

“You didn’t think I’d let you off that easily, did you, Princess?” Carol merely winks before she’s flying out of the room, shouting that you have three minutes to meet her in the car before she leaves without you and makes you walk to class.

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[notsobeautifuldisaester]

Fuck it. I’m shipping Kei from The Beautiful Skies of Houou High with Kaname from Maria Holic. They’ll make a cute couple and I’m not buying the whole the ML made her “straight”

#Maria holic #The Beautiful Skies of Houou High #crossover ship #I'm just going to pretend that Kei dipped after chapter 1 #Escaped her mother #exposed the school for promoting corversion therapy #and runs off with Kaname #Houou Gakuen Misoragumi #Kanako Miyamae #Kei Saeba

[cogitoergofun]

The Environmental Protection Agency approved a component of boat fuel made from discarded plastic that the agency’s own risk formula determined was so hazardous, everyone exposed to the substance continually over a lifetime would be expected to develop cancer. Current and former EPA scientists said that threat level is unheard of. It is a million times higher than what the agency usually considers acceptable for new chemicals and six times worse than the risk of lung cancer from a lifetime of smoking.

Federal law requires the EPA to conduct safety reviews before allowing new chemical products onto the market. If the agency finds that a substance causes unreasonable risk to health or the environment, the EPA is not allowed to approve it without first finding ways to reduce that risk.

But the agency did not do that in this case. Instead, the EPA decided its scientists were overstating the risks and gave Chevron the go-ahead to make the new boat fuel ingredient at its refinery in Pascagoula, Mississippi. Though the substance can poison air and contaminate water, EPA officials mandated no remedies other than requiring workers to wear gloves, records show.

ProPublica and the Guardian in February reported on the risks of other new plastic-based Chevron fuels that were also approved under an EPA program that the agency had touted as a “climate-friendly” way to boost alternatives to petroleum-based fuels. That story was based on an EPA consent order, a legally binding document the agency issues to address risks to health or the environment. In the Chevron consent order, the highest noted risk came from a jet fuel that was expected to create air pollution so toxic that 1 out of 4 people exposed to it over a lifetime could get cancer.

In February, ProPublica and the Guardian asked the EPA for its scientists’ risk assessment, which underpinned the consent order. The agency declined to provide it, so ProPublica requested it under the Freedom of Information Act. The 203-page risk assessment revealed that, for the boat fuel ingredient, there was a far higher risk that was not in the consent order. EPA scientists included figures that made it possible for ProPublica to calculate the lifetime cancer risk from breathing air pollution that comes from a boat engine burning the fuel. That calculation, which was confirmed by the EPA, came out to 1.3 in 1, meaning every person exposed to it over the course of a full lifetime would be expected to get cancer.

Such risks are exceedingly unusual, according to Maria Doa, a scientist who worked at EPA for 30 years and once directed the division that managed the risks posed by chemicals. The EPA division that approves new chemicals usually limits lifetime cancer risk from an air pollutant to 1 additional case of cancer in a million people. That means that if a million people are continuously exposed over a presumed lifetime of 70 years, there would likely be at least one case of cancer on top of those from other risks people already face.

When Doa first saw the 1-in-4 cancer risk for the jet fuel, she thought it must have been a typo. The even higher cancer risk for the boat fuel component left her struggling for words. “I had never seen a 1-in-4 risk before this, let alone a 1.3-in-1,” said Doa. “This is ridiculously high.”

Another serious cancer risk associated with the boat fuel ingredient that was documented in the risk assessment was also missing from the consent order. For every 100 people who ate fish raised in water contaminated with that same product over a lifetime, seven would be expected to develop cancer — a risk that’s 70,000 times what the agency usually considers acceptable.

When asked why it didn’t include those sky-high risks in the consent order, the EPA acknowledged having made a mistake. This information “was inadvertently not included in the consent order,” an agency spokesperson said in an email.

[georgy1915]

Adriana Maria Randall is a South African politician. She is currently a member of the Gauteng Provincial Legislature for the opposition Democratic Alliance. She is the DA's Shadow MEC for Finance. Randall had previously served as the DA's Procurement spokesperson and Shadow MEC for Provincial Treasury and e-Government. CareerRandall was a Bank Manager at Absa for many years. She holds post-graduate degrees in Business Psychology.[1] In 2005, Randall became a member of the Democratic Alliance and in March 2006, she was elected as the ward councillor for ward 52 in the Tshwane Metropolitan Municipality. Randall was appointed the Shadow Mayoral Committee Member for Finance in the metro in 2012. She headed the Against Crime Team, where she exposed tender irregularities in Tshwane.[1] In the build-up to the 2014 election, Randall was placed twenty-third on the Democratic Alliance's list of candidates for the provincial legislature.[2] She was elected to the Gauteng Provincial Legislature as the DA won 23 seats.[3] In 2019, she was placed sixteenth on the party's provincial list and was re-elected.[2]

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