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[scopophilic1997]

scopOphilic_micromessaging_1651 - scopOphilic1997 presents its micro-messaging series: small, subtle, and often unintentional messages we send and receive verbally and non-verbally. (2026)

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[thatcreepyplacewithallthecrows]

[taliesin-19]

Random Fact of the Week - Molly and Abby Edition

Abby looked left and right, eyeing both entrances to the kitchen of the Burrow before snatching a biscuit off the plate on the table.

Molly had taken them out of the oven not ten minutes ago and they were warm, and gooey, and absolutely delicious--

"What are you doing?"

Abby stuffed the rest of the biscuit in her mouth and turned around, spotting Harry in the doorway.

"Nothing," she said, gulping down a rather large bite.

Harry gave her a frown and walked in, eyeing the plate of biscuits. "You ate one, didn't you."

At that moment, Molly walked in, smiling at them both before taking in their expressions.

"Is something the matter?" she said.

Harry sighed heavily as if carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. "The Healer said Abby should stay away from dairy. She's been breaking out into hives and getting nauseous. But the first moment I leave her alone, she's got her hand in the biscuit jar--literally."

Abby clicked her tongue. "Oh, come off it, Harry. It was only one!"

"One was clearly enough to do the trick yesterday," he said, before looking at Molly. "She was up at the crack of dawn vomiting for hours."

"It could have just been the regular morning sickness," she said, crossing her arms.

"That's not what the Healer said--"

"Oh, enough with the Healer already!" Abby said, throwing her hands up. "The Healer this, the Healer that. Why don't you go and marry him!"

"Maybe I should!" Harry said. "I'm sure he'd be more reasonable about his own health!"

At this point, Molly decided to step in. "All right then," she said, rubbing soothing circles on Abby's back. "Why don't we all just take a breather. Abby, let's go out in the garden for a bit. It's beautiful out."

"Fine," she mumbled, giving Harry a small glare that she knew was immature.

Once outside, she exhaled loudly and sat down on the swing next to Molly, staring out at the flower beds in silence.

"I know I'm being a brat," Abby said. "I know he does it because he cares, you don't have to tell me. It's just annoying sometimes."

Molly chuckled softly. "I wasn't going to tell you anything of the sort, dear. I just figured you both needed some space."

Abby looked at her and gave her a grateful smile. "I'm so happy about this baby. And obviously I love him. But sometimes, he's just so..."

"Harry?" Molly finished for her.

"Yeah, that," Abby said, amused. "It's like all the bits of his personality that usually are only slightly irritating have become extremely irritating now that I'm pregnant. Please don't tell me this is going to be the rest of our lives."

Abby dropped her head into her hands. She felt the woman's hand on her back, warm and steady. The simple presence of it brought a comfort to her that she didn't know she'd been craving. The touch of woman, older and wiser. The touch of a mother.

For the longest time, she'd thought she'd gotten most of her grieving out of the way. But now that she was pregnant, now that she was going to be a mother herself...she felt new parts of that grief come rushing forth.

Maybe it wasn't just Harry being overly protective that was affecting her mood lately.

She wanted her mum. It was as simple as that.

"This won't be the rest of your lives," Molly said gently. "Harry's always been protective. But after everything he's been through, I imagine it's only gotten more extreme. And it's not that he doesn't trust you--no. He's just so afraid, he feels like even the smallest bit of control might keep his head above water."

Abby nodded in understanding. "I'm scared, too,' she admitted.

"Of course you are, my dear," Molly said, brushing a hand down her hair. "It's the scariest and loveliest thing, having a child. Just as all the best parts of life are. But I'll tell you what I told Harry before he became a father for the first time..."

"What's that?" Abby said, lifting her head up.

"You've got a whole army of people around you, ready and willing and so happy to help," she said. "You will never be alone."

Shutting her eyes, Abby felt a tear slip down her face. Without another word, Molly leaned in and hugged her close.

And Abby realized in the back of her mind that both women were grieving different losses.

But like pieces of a puzzle, they connected ever so perfectly to fill the space.

[georg4712]

[readyforwarr]

cada pequena parte de mim dói. da cabeça aos pés. meus músculos, cada fio de cabelo, respirar dói. viver dói.

viver sem você...

sinto sua falta.

- ms

[modelmofos]

Carolla Katy Da Rosa @ Lenny S/S 2013, Rio

[graffitisouthafrica]

Regram @brainmushtoday - #2kil in #CapeTown 2018 | #graffiti #urbanart #gettingup #dub #throwup #2kiler #otc #12cru #rfw #graffitisouthafrica

[grassangel]

Holy shit, this is actual smut. @rosweldrmr, @omnicat, I hope you enjoy

written for the Kinktober 2017 prompt "06: Deep-throating/Face-sitting" (available on AO3)

Jane likes it when Loki licks into her softly, like a cat with cream, kisses sprinkled on her inner thighs, cool fingers tugging at her labia and sliding gently inside. He treats her like a goddess, knelt at her feet in supplication, his silver tongue and worshipping touch the gifts given to her altar.

She likes it better when he’s a she, and she has a soft breast to kiss and suckle at while Loki grinds down upon her thigh, her knee in just the right place for Jane to thrust her hips forward and press her clit against.

This is neither of those, Loki’s fingers instead holding her thighs down, keeping her pressed close to his face. Jane can feel the warm moisture of his breath against her clit between each devouring mouthful, Loki’s tongue and lips punishing in their focus. Her thighs tremble as she tries to push herself up, seeking reprieve away from the relentless assault of his mouth.

The stimulation is endless, the opposite of the slow and steady sex that Jane prefers. This is exhilarating in its speed, the building pleasure she’s experiencing completely out of her control. It grows with each suck and every swipe of Loki’s tongue until the feeling of being over-stimulated is gone, now just a baseline that Jane desperately wants me of. Soon she’s rocking into Loki’s mouth, muffled groans vibrating throughout her entire pelvis when she does so. The sound reverberates within her, setting nerves alight.

It’s the more she needed and Jane comes with Loki moaning underneath her, an overwhelming wave of pleasure that has her grinding down against the hard teeth and bone of Loki’s mouth. He coaxes her through it, his grip on her legs loosening as his mouth softens as well, gentling into soft kisses and idle circles. The delicate touch pushes her into another orgasm, one that has her arching up and away from his mouth, all of Jane’s muscles tensing in unison. Eventually the shockwaves end and Jane sags back down to sit on Loki’s chest.

She returns to earth to the feel of large circles being rubbed into her thighs, Loki soothing over the spots where his grip would likely bruise over the next day. He’s smiling, satisfied, between her legs, his mouth and cheeks a smeared mess. Jane rolls her eyes at him before scooting down his torso until she’s sat in his lap, allowing Loki to push himself up to kiss her.

He tastes like her of course, salty and bitter, the thickness soon coating both their tongues. Something cold smears against Jane’s back and it takes a moment for her to realise the backs of her thighs are sticky too, that Loki came as well.

Pulling back a moment, Jane traces the smudged remains of his release before poking him in the chest.

“Point proven.”

Loki grins at her admission, chuckling a “I told you so” before leaning in to kiss her again.