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#Reach Out
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To anyone reading this:
Don't cry alone. Reach out to your friends, they care about you.
Or you can just message me, I'll reply, I promise. I don't want to see any soul crying alone, I know it ecactly how hurt it is.
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ourautumn86 · 3 months
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if anyone is ever going through a hard time with mental health please know i’m here for you and you can talk to me! i know how hard it is to deal with it. you’re not alone. you’re loved. 🩵
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kkdisco · 7 months
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wordsofwisdomandsoul · 10 months
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asurix · 2 months
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gojo x fem!reader, trying 69 for the first time. With fem!reader absolutely doming him and giving him head so good, he struggles to give her the same treatment, they're doing like a competition of who can give better, Fem!reader also like swallow him fully which make gojo shook.
GIRLLLL you freaky little gal ( they/them sorry if I said ur pronouns wrong!ur a anon 😭 ) i love this! i think gojo is good at sex but never better than a fem!reader, okay so since I didn’t know what kind of trope you wanted sooo I decided to do best friends x
Genre: NFSW/SMUT, fem!reader, Gojo!Satoru, sub!Gojo,Dom!reader,afab!
Content warning: 69 position,pussy eating,oral sex,cumming,praising,degrading,pet names.
NOT PROOFREAD!!!
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𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 GOJO
You and Gojo were close, a little to close. So close that you guys would regularly have sex.
“Hey, toruuu~ I’m so horny! can’t we fuck?” You whined, sitting on your bed stretching your arms up in the air. “ my? Someone’s horny today?” He smirked chuckling a bit, “can you blame me? Your dick is so~” you giggled, thinking about his cock already, “ well… I can’t say I’m craving can I, Mhm?” He curled up a wider smile, walking away from mirror he was checking himself out, “ what position hmm…” he pretended to think to himself. You laughed “ I know what your thinking just by looking at your handsome face” you pouted,
“ your so dirty~” he chuckled, walking over to your bed. “So …69 it is?” He sat on the bed next to you, crawling over to you to get on top of you. “Mhm!” You nodded, you flipped yourself over, your face 2 inches away from his hard cock, you only had your white thin panties, barley covering your already wet cunt.
3 minutes later you were, eating Gojos cock, saliva strings connecting with his cock and your mouth everytime you pulled out to take a breath, just for you to push it back into your throat, meanwhile satoru was eating your folds like a pussy starved whore, “ngh~ ah- f-fuck! Y/N calm down.. your shi- really fast!” Gojo whimpered, begging you to slow down otherwise he would cum inside your throat, you pulled out just to tease him more, making him overstimulate, “shi- you suck like a mosquito!” He chuckled only to choke on moans, you pulled out to respond to him “ w-well what can I say, your cock taste just so good” you curled a smile, “you slut” he chuckled, both of you continuing to eat eachother out, you milked satoru like a cow, you could feel his balls clench in your hands, “my satoru… already cumming?” You laughed, “ you- f-fuck!” He groaned not able to contain he’s cum anymore. “ I think- I’m gonna cum Y/N-“ he whimpered,
“p-please let-“ he whined into your cunt making your body vibrate, “ not yet toru~” you exhaled, your mouth drooling for him to push it in your mouth again. You both went at it, satoru licking your folds, you came on his face about 2 times, and you sucking the soul out of his precious curved cock, his hips pushing into your throat, you gagged just a bit but just couldn’t stop, finally he released he’s sticky hot seed into the back of your throat, and you cumming on his face. You both flopped on the bed, Gojo on top of you and you under him,
“that was good wasn’t it toru?” You smiled at him giving him a slight wink, “ you devil” he chuckled. You both drifting off to sleep.
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harry-styles-obsessed · 9 months
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hi amber! could i request something about harry helping reader through grief? if it's too heavy or triggers you in any way that's completely understandable and you don't have to write it! i just need some comfort right now, i lost my grandpa a month ago and i'm struggling a lot with it and i feel so lonely and like no one cares, so yeah... :(
thank you so much and i hope you're doing well! <3
Hi lovely, thank you for the request! I’m so sorry for your loss. Grief is tough but take your time with it okay? It’s hard but I promise it gets better. I hope this brings you some comfort. And please know you are loved and cared for, sending you all the healing energy. All the love, A. xx
The safety of your arms
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Harry was a firm believer of the saying grief was love with no where to go. He knew you often overwhelmed yourself with such a thing, it tore him apart, it truly did. But now he was focusing on the fact that your grief was becoming unbearable… you had become more quiet. Less talkative. More emotional and very anxious. He always told you to talk to him and that if you needed him he would be right there, but you were afraid of bothering him but that morning- you awoke feeling worse than ever, the grief was getting to you, it felt like the weight of the world had been pressured upon your shoulders and here you were knees up to your chest as you stared down at the covers on your bed, tears streaming down your cheeks as your breathing grew heavier and heavier. Your chest was very tight and it was becoming increasingly more difficult to breathe
Your lower lip trembled, eyes wide, as your hand soon trembled towards your phone grabbing onto it and immediately calling Harry’s number. You and Harry were a couple but didn’t live together just yet, he had offered to stay with you, but you explained the fact that you needed time to grieve and he accepted that. Soft sobs left your lips your eyes squinting as you struggled to calm down “y/n? Hey… what’s up?” Harrys voice came through the phone, voice croaky and slightly raspy proving he had just woken up “h-harry… I-I need you… I-I cant do this anymore.” You sobbed out and the man’s heart instantly dropped into his stomach “oh y/n” he whispered, “hey… darling I need you to calm down. Breathe okay? I’ll be over in ten.” He spoke keeping the phone up to his ear as he threw on a random T-shirt and some navy blue shorts “Harry I cant do this anymore, I’m so scared… I miss him so much… I don’t know what to do. I miss him” you cried out to him your voice cracking over the phone as your sobs only grew heavier and heavier “I know baby… I know… I’m coming now okay? Keep talking to me sweetheart. You’re going to be okay.”
His words barely got through to you, you felt as if nothing would be okay anymore, and so you didn’t respond you just cried. Seconds turned into minutes and soon enough Harry had walked through the front door, hanging up, as he rushed into your bedroom. Your hair was a mess and your face was covered in tears- dry and new. You clearly hadn’t been taking care of yourself. The sight of you made his heart break. “Harry” you sobbed arms wide open, needing him, and he happily but sadly obliged as he got onto the bed beside you the bed dipping beside you, your arms wrapping around his neck as his arms smoothed around your waist pulling you into his chest- he slowly sat down, back against the headboard as he held you in his embrace- pressing soft kisses to your head as you sobbed into his chest your sobs breaking him, fingers curled into the material of his T-shirt your sobs only growing louder. “Shhh shhh… I’ve got you… I’ve got you… oh baby I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” His hand snaked up and down your back slowly and gently as he gently tried to sooth you “shh my love… shh… I’m right here. I’m right here.” Your shoulders jerked with every sob that rocketed throughout you before an anguished scream left your lips, the scream muffled by his T-shirt, it wasn’t necessarily a scream- more so a yell of pure agony. You didn’t know how else to deal with these unbearable emotions and so you were letting these feelings out and Harry was allowing you to do just that,
“Let it all out… good job… you’re doing a good job sweetheart… you are… I’m so sorry baby. So sorry.” He whispered holding onto you tightly your sobs growing louder and louder, you were practically inconsolable, and soon enough you began to panic because you couldn’t suck in your breaths properly- hiccups leaving your lips, your lungs contracting harshly as you squeezed your eyes shut, hands gripping onto his T-shirt “I-I-I can’t breathe- I can’t…” you could though, you just felt as if you couldn’t due to the panic and pure grief you were going through. You needed support. “Hey hey… baby… baby…” his hand caressed against your cheek making you look at him “focus on your breathing… hey… focus… you’re breathing. You’re okay. Listen to me sweetheart… hey…” he looked deeply into your eyes before he gently grabbed your hand placing it down onto his chest allowing you to feel his heart before he began to slowly exaggerate his breathing, attempting to get you to follow his breaths, “I love you so much darling. Love you so much… just breathe okay? I’m here for you.. right here…” your eyes, full of trust and desperation, gazed into his eyes fearfully your grief stricken gaze breaking his heart “I-I’m so scared” you whimpered out and he shushed you gently “I know you are but you’ve got no reason to be scared darling… I promise… I’m here. Right here. Shhh.” He ran his fingers through your hair as he gently and slowly rocked you back and forth in his embrace “I-I- don’t leave me… please.” You whispered out and he shook his head “won’t leave you. Im staying I promise.” His fingernails gently scratched against your back in a soothing manner, before he slowly lifted his hand up to cup against the back of your head, scratching your scalp slowly and gently trying to sooth you, your head coming to rest against his chest as he continued gently scratching your head soothingly your sobs continuing but little by little your sobs slowly began to die down,
“That’s it… good… good.” He soothed quietly as he pressed soft kisses to the top of your head “you’re okay… you’re okay…” he held you close to his chest as you whimpered quietly. “I miss him…” you whispered and he nodded “I know darling. I know. You’re allowed to miss him. You’re allowed to be sad. You’re allowed to cry. You’re allowed to not be okay…” he soothed to you gently as he rubbed up and down your back slowly and gently “let me take care of you… okay? Let me take care of you… you don’t have to do anything anymore… let me look after you, yeah?” And as you nodded weakly he pressed a kiss to your head, soothing you lovingly “I-I feel like no one cares for me Harry… I’m so sad… I don’t know how to do it anymore.” You sniffled weakly and he nodded, trying to show you that he understood you “I understand darling… but listen to me… please. Y/n…” he cupped your face in his hands your chin resting against his chest, eye to eye as he looked deeply into your eyes “you are so loved…” he spoke to you quietly before leaning in, lips pressing against your forehead “so loved… I care for you… you have so many people that care for you. I promise you. You’re so important…” he stroked his thumb against your cheek gently and lovingly “you’re very loved.” He studied your eyes attempting to get it through to you that you were loved. That even if it was difficult you mattered and were very important. He soon fell silent just holding you in his embrace, allowing the silence to wrap around you both as he rocked you back and forth in his embrace staying quiet for a while until eventually he spoke to you quietly,
“Want me to run you a bath?” He asked gently and very softly and you just weakly nodded “yeah? Okay sweetheart.” He murmured gently “please don’t let go of me.” You begged out and he shushed you keeping a hold of you “I won’t my love… I won’t….” He held you close to his chest “bath later…” you whispered and he nodded his head “okay darling… okay… that’s okay.” He murmured softly rubbing up and down your back slowly and gently “if you want to sleep you can… I’ve got you… it’s okay. You’re safe with me.” He pressed multiple kisses to your forehead, arms squeezing around you as he held you close his arms tight and loving around you. “You don’t have to do this by yourself sweetheart… please let me help you, okay?” You nodded snuggling into his embrace and he simply held you, loving on you, pressing soft kisses to your forehead every now and then as you began to rest in his embrace. He hummed a soft tune to you, a random tune, no specific tune just a random one to sooth you and it certainly helped. Your breathing became a lot calmer and now you were half asleep on his chest
“Love you so much” you muttered out gently as he stroked his fingers through your hair “love you just as much. Forever and always.” He murmured softly not daring to let go of you and just like he promised: he took care of you. He pampered you and loved on you as best as he could, whilst also getting you out of the house, buying you flowers and chocolates to try and make you smile again. Your happiness was important to him and he wanted you to be okay… it was tough… it always would be… but grief took its time. And he wanted you to know that you had to let it take its time… it was torturous, and exhausting but soon enough it would become easier. It might take years…. Months… or never… but I promise you… one day it’ll all become a whole lot easier.
Be kind to yourself. You matter. You’ll get through this. As Harry would say: we’ll be alright<3
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i-did-not-mean-to · 3 months
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New Year - Old me
This past year, I've written and posted some 600 k of fic.
I submitted 12 fics for TRSB and a staggering 82 for Scribbles and Drabbles.
I have not finished any of my longfics.
I have participated in as many events as I could.
I have taken the monthly challenges of my friends, servers, and communities to heart.
I have commissioned art (for myself and for others). (and I am doing so still...as I type this...)
I have sent gifts (as many as people allowed me to make)
🌟I am proud of this year.🌟
There have been terrible personal setbacks, there has been suffering, there has been fear.
I have also married the love of my life...
I guess it's ups and downs for everyone.
So 2023 in review:
Biggest achievement (imo): I finished both Kinktober and Dead Dove December even though I've never written anything remotely like that before.
Biggest failure (imo): Dropping out on one of my TRSB even though it was fully written.
Most exciting new friends: @cilil and @elentarial as well as @goschatewabn
Most gratifying experience: Not having lost old friends (like @lathalea, @legolasbadass, @lordoftherazzles who were there from the very start)
What I take away from 2023: A wall full of art, of letters, of cards, fics I cherish, people I adore, a phone that is always pinging, and a heart full of love.
My message for 2024: If you need something, HIT ME UP. I will help if I can. I will buy that game for you. I will invite you to dinner, even if I cannot attend. I will promote your fic. Hell, I'll write you a fic. I'll draw you bad art...Just...send the message. If you never ask, the answer is always "no".
I am not sure I believe in those things, but tonight, I manifest:
May we be safe! May we be happy! May we find peace! May we find joy!
The night is dark, but together we can shine so bright.
All my best, my friends, my beloved, my cherished faceless darlings!
I wish all the blessings in the world upon you, and-if I can-I vow to do my best to be one of them.
Neither friend nor foe...you know how it goes...I will be there until I cannot be anywhere anymore.
Lots of love.
Be kind. Be generous. Spread love!
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moodysnowflake · 1 year
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Desperately reaching out
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2014-nostalgia · 6 months
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letsmakefingerfive · 5 months
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reach out // S.E.S.
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big-low-t · 8 months
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random-xpressions · 6 months
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You've to be so lost in yourself that someone must really dive deep into you to find you. Reaching your physical address is not even a task, the mission will be accomplished only when someone succeeds to penetrate the hidden layers of your soul, finally to arrive at the station where you actually mentally reside...
Random Xpressions
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kindnotestoself · 1 year
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{Asking for help is not a sign of weakness.}
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THIS POST CONTAINS AN IMAGE OF DEATH AND CAN UPSET SOME. I spent the weekend in Winnemucca, Nevada with good friends for a birthday, it was a good weekend. On the drive home, as I often do, I was contemplating my place in this life, feeling insignificant in the presence of Mother Nature and her power, and living in the moment. Enjoying the rotations of snow storms and sun, the fields of Pronghorn Antelope and cattle when I saw a truck about 70 yards off the highway in a sagebrush field. It's not uncommon to see abandoned vehicles along the roads but something about it just looked odd. as I got closer there appeared to be blood all along the drivers side. I hit the skids on the Challenger and started sprinting to the truck. About 30 yards out it was clear what I was looking at, I attempted to call 911 and there is no cell service. As I was crossing the fence line to get to the truck a Sheriffs vehicle approaches. Because it was clear a shooting had occurred I laid my pistol on the gourd, walked well past it and put my hand above my head until he told me I could put them down after I explained I was just a passerby that recognized something was wrong. He said I could put my hands down and retrieve my pistol. My observation as a former LEO, this guy opted out of life driving at a good clip on the frontage road and somehow the truck ended up coasting to a stop 30 yards in a sage brush field. Damned shame. I don't know what was going on in the young guys life to put him there but I'm sure it was survivable.
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Some are going to say I'm insensitive for taking this image, I'm telling you this is a learning moment. When you tap out, you leave this mess in your wake. This is what your kin and friends get to see and remember until they pass. The EMS on the left, who checked him for vitals, knew him. She broke down and barfed a moment later. If you opt out of life, the tragedy of your life only ends for you. I've lost 14 of my Brother and Sisters in arms it the War We Bring Home so this shook me a bit. If you feel like you are going to opt out of life, call someone, ask for help, please.
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justanartistiguess · 7 months
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Day 5 of my Self Care September posts on IG, and wanted to make it Creek themed! I like how this one turned out, so here ya go!
Be sure to reach out to someone when you need to!!!
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rispah-robinbird · 6 months
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I imagine and hear it like in those sequences, when several events happen simultanously, and all involved figures have to stand together and have to make a final decision. And so do Crowley and Aziraphale, just picture, what comes to your mind...could be a falling, could be a rising, could be a tough and hard decision for one of them, or both of them, to let someone or something go, to confess to something, that both want, but one of them or both are afraid of, to say it out loudly, because it means, to let go another life or an old belief, maybe someone finally admits "I love you", or they both say it or someone has to (seemingly) sacrifice the other to save someone... every possibility including a very intensive hug and/or kiss of course❤
If you want something added, which is missing, please tell me.
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