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stuckwthem · 1 year ago

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hihi i love your writing so muuuuch💖 i was wondering if you could do a smut work for matias recalt, imagine this:

both of you being high on weed and extremely needy, horny for each other with soda stereo blasting in the living room of the department (it could be in a party you choose), you guys have a steamy makeout session then yknow… !!

i would appreciate dom!mati, petnames, extremely sub!reader <3

you get me so high | m. recalt

summary: cada fiesta sabes exactamente cómo termina, hasta que sucede algo diferente. 3.7k

tw: smut, sexo desprotegido, dirty talking, no sé mas me sinto sucia

"nada personal" de soda stereo sonaba en el speaker de algún rincón del departamento de matías, mientras algunos de los chicos bailaban entre la nube de humo que se formaba alrededor del lugar, iluminado sólo por un led violeta. la mayoría de los invitados a la fiesta ya se habían marchado y eran más de las cuatro de la madrugada, pero juani, pipe y santi, totalmente borrachos, seguían bailando —tambaleándose — por el salón, condenados al mismo destino que blas, dormido sobre la alfombra. te reías viéndoles, rechazando las miles de invitaciones a unirte a ellos, ya demasiado colocada para bailar, cuando mati volvió al sofá, acomodándose a tu lado, sorbiendo algo.

"¡qué idiotas!", dijo, riendo como tú, siguiendo los saltos de los bailarines frente a él. luego te tendió el vaso. "¿quieres un poco?"

asentiste con la cabeza, cogiendo lo que fuera el brebaje rojo de su mano. la bebida sabía dulce y te entró por la garganta, pero estaba buena, calentándote rápidamente. mientras tanto, mati aprovechó para sacar algunas cosas de su bolsillo, y tú observaste atentamente cómo preparaba otro porro. probablemente el tercero de la noche.

observar el trabajo de sus manos mientras sujetaba con destreza la seda entre los dedos era casi hipnotizante y, a estas alturas, ya se había convertido en un hábito. trabajaba en silencio, sólo moviendo la cabeza al ritmo de la música, lanzando de vez en cuando miradas divertidas en dirección a tu. de hecho, esas miradas se prolongaban en la noche.

"mierda, se me ha olvidado la boquilla". mati maldijo, envolviendo cuidadosamente la hierba en el fino papel. "¿puedes cogerla de mi bolsillo, por fa?".

parpadeaste un par de veces antes de asimilar lo que te pedía, mientras él levantaba las caderas para que pudieras meter la mano en el bolsillo de su pantalón. rápidamente dejaste el vaso bajo la mesita y deslizaste la mano en su bolsillo, sintiendo el calor del cuerpo de matías. le diste la boquilla, que te agradeció con un guiño y volvió a terminarse el porro.

mientras mati encendía el porro, observaste cómo las chispas brillaban en la oscuridad, iluminando momentáneamente su rostro, resaltando el contorno de su cara. era raro, pero el mero hecho de verle encenderlo con tanta destreza te producía sensaciones cálidas. sensaciones que la hicieron morderse los labios y suspirar con más fuerza.

el característico olor a hierba invadió el aire, mezclándose con el humo del cigarrillo que ya llenaba la habitación cuando el chico a su lado dio una profunda calada antes de pasárselo. quizás era arriesgado, teniendo en cuenta que ya estabas bastante colocada, pero aun así aceptaste, sintiendo el calor entre tus dedos y apretando los labios bajo la seda que matías acababa de marcar con su saliva.

le imitaste, aspirando todo el humo, inhalando lentamente y soltándolo poco a poco, sintiendo la mirada del actor fija en tu rostro. la música seguía sonando, ahora a un ritmo más tranquilo, y los ojos de matías te observaban atentamente mientras os pasabais el porro el uno al otro. nunca tuvisteis que intercambiar muchas palabras en esos momentos, era un "silencio" cómodo mientras os rodeaba esa sensación de relajación que, al fin y al cabo, sabíais perfectamente hacia dónde iba. no hacía falta mucha conversación ni estudiar el lenguaje corporal para predecir que al final de ese porro, estaríais uno encima del otro, enrollándoos. como todas las fiestas era igual. era casi un mutuo acuerdo silencioso, nunca realmente discutido.

matías se acomodó en el sofá, cogiendo de nuevo el porro de tu mano y llevándoselo a la boca relajadamente. te recostaste contra el cojín, tus ojos siguieron cada uno de sus movimientos hasta que se acercó a tu cara, con el brazo apoyado detrás de tu cabeza, y soltó provocativamente el humo con la boca casi pegada a la tuya. sentiste el vapor caliente contra tus labios y aspiraste, inhalando obedientemente, sin apartar la mirada el uno del otro ni un segundo. era una tensión tan deliciosa que era imposible escapar, imposible no sentir la química que emanaba de los dos.

"me encanta cómo te miran los ojos cuando te colocas". matías dice, en voz baja, pero lo suficientemente audible para los dos.

sueltas una risa, sintiendo como tus párpados se vuelven más pesados y todo tu cuerpo ligero, siendo tomado por la ola de embriaguez. tus sentidos se aflojaban cada vez más, tu visión se nublaba y tu percepción se volvía borrosa, pero sentías cada pedacito de la cálida piel de la mano de matías en tu muslo, simplemente descansando casualmente allí.

no suficiente, su otra mano tocó suavemente tu nuca, las yemas de sus dedos en un agradable sube y baja, haciéndote dejar colgar la cabeza hacia el otro lado, disfrutando de su tacto. entre sus piernas, era difícil ignorar la sensación de humedad que le provocaba.

"tus pupilas se ponen enormes", dijo, todavía examinando sus dilatados orbes con una sonrisa.

"siempre se ven así cuando estoy contigo", su confesión no pretendía sonar tan descarada, pero era sincera, y pilló por sorpresa a matías, que reaccionó alargando la mano para tocar su muslo y apretarlo un poco.

era curioso como siempre estabais sedientos el uno del otro, nunca necesitabais mucho para llegar a esa capa más íntima, más sincera. vuestra compañía siempre estaba llena de caricias, conversaciones pretenciosas y sonrisitas tontas, envueltas en una burbuja que sólo os pertenecía a vosotros.

"¿esto es por la marihuana o por mí?", te pregunta matías, en un tono juguetonamente coqueto, y te pasa la lengua por el interior de las mejillas, esperando tu respuesta.

le das otra calada al porro y te quedas pensativa mirando al techo, como si intentaras encontrar una respuesta. riendo suavemente, volviste a él, soltando el humo.

"digamos que es una buena combinación de ambas cosas", te encogiste de hombros, recorriendo con tu mirada el delicado rostro de matías, inclinando tu cuerpo más cerca de él "ayuda a intensificar lo que quiero contigo".

la expresión de matías era impagable y completamente engañosa de ver, sus ojos en blanco de sorpresa y su sonrisa intensificándose, justo lo que necesitabas para aumentar tu deseo. se acercó un poco más, y sus labios estaban ahora a centímetros de los tuyos. la habitación estaba impregnada de una electricidad sensual, y podías sentir cómo tu corazón se aceleraba. los chicos que bailaban en medio de la sala fueron completamente ignorados, olvidados.

"supongo que podemos considerarlo un efecto secundario bastante agradable", dijo, rozando ligeramente tus labios.

sin embargo, antes de que nada más pudiera suceder, un golpe resonó en la habitación.

juani, completamente desequilibrado, tropezó con la mesita, tirándola a un lado y cayendo encima de blas en el suelo, que se despertó sobresaltado. los chicos intercambiaron miradas alarmadas, visiblemente alterados, y volvieron a estallar en carcajadas. matías negó, riendo, y dio una ligera patada a la pierna de juani a sus pies.

"¿vamos a mi pieza?", preguntó, reaccionando rápidamente susurrándole al oído. "parece más seguro allí"

asentiste, medio riéndote de la situación, y ambos os levantasteis, cogiéndole de la mano mientras os guiaba, dejando atrás el caos momentáneo del salón. el sonido de la música se hizo más lejano mientras cruzabais el pasillo hacia la habitación de mati. la puerta se cerró tras vosotros, ahogando las risas y la música, dejándoos por fin en intimidad.

"debería echarlos a patadas a estas alturas", bromeó, mientras te rodeaba la cintura con el brazo.

"son tus mejores amigos", te reíste, y el actor pareció apreciar lo que habías dicho.

"no finjas que no son tuyos también", replicó, y os reísteis, más juntos ahora, con tus piernas entre las suyas.

mati, que seguía sujetando el porro entre los dedos, se inclinó hacia él, sus miradas se encontraron en un silencioso juego de deseo mutuo mientras las sonrisas se desvanecían. la música sonaba suavemente, más baja ahora, al ritmo de sus acelerados corazones. antes de que nadie pudiera decir nada más, matías acercó suavemente su mano a su rostro, acariciándolo con suavidad. la distancia entre sus labios disminuyó gradualmente, y se perdieron en un beso, el mundo exterior desapareciendo a medida que la intensidad del momento se apoderaba de ellos.

en cuestión de segundos, sus piernas rodeaban las caderas de él, mientras las manos de mati la sujetaban por el culo, haciéndote gemir contra el beso cada vez que la apretaba. no tardó en tumbarla en la cama, frotando contra el suyo su cuerpo caliente y empapado de porros, que se había olvidado en algún rincón.

sus manos se apresuraron a sujetar la cara de matías mientras él se esforzaba por besarla y bajarle la falda al mismo tiempo, sin tener mucha dificultad ya que la tela se deslizaba fácilmente por sus piernas. acarició sus muslos, apretando la parte más suave de su piel y acariciándola, tragándose cada uno de sus jadeos en medio del beso repentinamente desesperado. recalt colocó su muslo entre sus piernas, haciendo que la tela de su pantalón rozara su clítoris aún cubierto, provocando que todo su cuerpo se estremeciera. parecía imposible ponerla aún más cachonda, pero le excitó por completo.

"me encanta oírte debajo de mí así, nena", murmuró matías, jadeando contra sus labios mientras frotaba su cuerpo contra el suyo. "eres tan fácil de hacer gemir, ¿lo sabías?".

mierda, cuando matías empezaba a hablar así era suficiente para volverte loca, completamente enérgica, deseosa de tener cada centímetro de él dentro de ti. sus manos subieron hasta tu pelo, tirando con fuerza como reacción a la provocación del chico.

sin perder tiempo en darse cuenta de su estado, matías se quitó apresuradamente el resto de la ropa, con un pequeño deja vu de todas las demás docenas rondando por su cabeza. su polla se estremeció al pensarlo, sólo de recordar lo delicioso que era sentirte dentro, apretándote contra él. estaba hambriento. quería sentir tus bolas golpeando contra su culo hasta marearse, para ser honesto. y joder, le encantaba lo adorable que parecías así, con los ojos medio perdidos y completamente en paz.

le ayudaste a quitarse los pantalones, desabrochando el cinturón de sus jeans, lamiendo toda la longitud de su entrepierna mientras se arrodillaba frente a ti. mientras matías se quitaba la camiseta, tu mano se aventuró dentro de su bóxer, encontrando su miembro extremadamente duro y empapado de pre-cum, y sólo la sensación de abrazarlo así te hizo frotar los muslos entre sí. matías palpitó al sentir sus dedos contra su sensible piel, e incapaz de contenerse, echó la cabeza hacia atrás, murmurando su nombre entre maldiciones.

sus hábiles dedos bordearon la circunferencia de su polla, bajando y subiendo tranquilamente por su longitud, mientras sus ojos se clavaban en cada reacción del chico, que le sujetaba la cara con suavidad, acabando por pasarle los dedos por su pelo. cuando sus movimientos se intensificaron, matías bajó sus dedos a tu boca, presionando sus dedos índice y corazón contra tu lengua para que pudieras chuparlos, y naturalmente, lamiste y chupaste sus dedos, sedienta, sin romper el contacto visual con el actor, que te observaba con ojos oscuros y concentrados. las huellas de sus dedos sabían a hierba y no hacían más que aumentar la sensación de dolor entre tus piernas, suplicantes por él.

matías empujó sus caderas contra tus manos, gimiendo, y entonces sus rodillas casi cedieron, y fue cuando de repente apartó tus manos de él y presionó sus dedos con saliva contra tu mandíbula. le miraste fijamente con mirada suplicante, sintiendo la fuerza de su mano contra tu cara.

"si sigues así me voy a correr", admitió y luego bajó sobre ti, empujando tu espalda sobre el colchón y tumbándose debajo de ti una vez más. "pero quiero correrme dentro de ti, bonita".

suspiraste, sintiendo que tus entrañas se congelaban de forma placentera, y sonreíste perversamente a matías, que ahora se concentraba en tu cuello, chupando con fiereza tu piel, mientras la cabeza de su polla se frotaba frenéticamente contra tu entrada, provocando pequeños espasmos en tu cuerpo, que instintivamente trataba de encajarlo.

"mati" gemías su nombre, casi ardiendo por la expectación que te provocaba aquella sensación, dejándote casi frustrada. pero matías parecía decidido a torturarte, dispuesto a tomar de ti exactamente lo que quería y como lo quería. "matías, por favor"

escuchar tu nombre con su voz desesperada y necesitada le hizo desear correrse en ese mismo instante, pero matías se obligó a contenerse, gruñendo contra su garganta, saboreando tu perfume, tan familiar para él que rondaba bajo su lengua como un sabor conocido. jadeó cuando tu coño se frotó contra su dura longitud una vez más y entonces sujetó tu cintura con fuerza para que mantuvieras tus caderas quietas.

"usa tus palabras, mi amor. sé que puedes hacerlo", ordenó recalt con paciencia, bajando el cuello para mirarte a los ojos. te follaría de todos modos, pero le gustaba que se lo pidieras amablemente. le volvía loco oírte así.

"quiero que me folles", obedeciste a su petición, las palabras salían de tu boca en angustiosos susurros de deseo. "por favor, mati"

"no te estoy escuchando, nena" matías rodó un poco más sus caderas, frotando su polla contra tu clítoris y casi pierdes el control allí mismo. "no seas tímida, me encanta que me lo pidas".

"fóllame, matías", exclamaste en un tono más alto, abrazándote a su nuca, intentando moverte contra las manos del mayor en tus caderas. "es que te necesito".

satisfecho y con una soberbia sonrisa en los labios, matías se acomodó entre tus piernas y mantuvo su polla en tu entrada, rodando dentro de ti con una calma inicial. ambos cerrasteis los ojos con fuerza, y por un momento fue posible escuchar vuestras exaltadas aspiraciones por encima de la música amortiguada. matías llegó hasta el fondo dentro de ti y se detuvo, sólo sintiendo cómo tus cálidos músculos se tensaban contra él, lleno de algo casi parecido al orgullo al ver tu expresión de placer en silencio, o cómo encajaba tan perfectamente en tu coño.

tus movimientos comenzaron lentamente y fueron acompañados por pequeños gruñidos del chico, que respiraba con fuerza en tu oído. disfrutabas de cada sensación con un gemido sensual, moviendo tu cuerpo contra el suyo, capaz de alcanzar tu punto máximo con cualquier embestida más fuerte. matías empezó entonces a moverse más rápido, susurrándote al oído lo hermosa que eras, lo bien que te sentaba estar dentro de ti, lo patéticamente que gemías, y entonces te ordenó que hicieras más.

"abre más las piernas, princesa", te ordenó, dándote ligeras palmadas en el muslo, y luego dejó escapar gemidos guturales cuando le obedeciste. empujaba cada vez más profundo, follándote hasta el punto en que podías sentir el líquido filtrándose entre tus piernas. "más"

cuando rodeaste las caderas de matías con tus piernas fue suficiente para que él comenzara a comportarse casi sin delicadeza, follándote sin sentido. dos o tres veces, su polla se deslizó fuera de tu entrada, perdiéndose en los movimientos, y la cuarta vez, cuando estiraste la mano para sujetar su miembro y ayudarle a entrar en ti una vez más, la detuvo, sacándose de ti.

"no, mati" tu cuerpo se retorció ante la inesperada ausencia, mientras gemías, deseando más.

matías sonreía, cansado y sudoroso, observando tu cuerpo y tu ansiedad con admiración. nunca se cansaría de todas las noches que pasasteis así, siempre deseando la próxima fiesta, el próximo momento, como éste. entonces el actor acercó sus labios a tu cara, besando tu mandíbula, tu mejilla, tu nariz, tu sien, una delicadeza que contrastaba con su siguiente petición.

" gírate", su voz sonó ronca y autoritaria. matías retiró las manos de tu cintura para dejarte espacio para moverte, y oíste los latidos de tu corazón estallar en tus oídos.

mientras asimilabas lo que te decía, sentiste al instante un calor que te subía por las piernas y te llegaba a la cabeza, haciéndote hervir la sangre de deseo. era algo nuevo, completamente sucio y excitante de una forma que nunca imaginaste que pudiera ser.

y una vez más, sin concurso, le sonreíste, embargada por una versión de la lujuria y recibiste una risa perversa a cambio, matías sabía exactamente lo que estaba haciendo. moviéndote lentamente, ante el asombro del actor, te arrodillaste en la cama, de espaldas a él. oíste la bofetada antes de sentir el cosquilleo en tus nalgas, tardando unos segundos en asimilar la bofetada acompañada de perversos gruñidos. matías ya dominaba de nuevo tu cuerpo, algo ya habitual en él que tan bien conocía cada parte de ti, y astutamente dobló tu torso hacia delante, dejándote apoyada sobre los codos.

a cuatros patas, respiraste hondo cuando sentiste su mano recorriendo tu espalda hasta llegar a la base de tu nuca, y luego su otra mano se posicionó en la base de la parte baja de tu columna.

" ¿puedes tomarlo, princesa?" murmuró, inclinándose a lo largo de tu cuerpo para preguntarte al oído.

"yo..." sentiste como pasaba su mano por tu nuca hasta tu pelo, y se balanceaba. "joder, puedo tomarlo".

dándote tiempo para acostumbrarte a la posición, matías empujó lentamente hacia tu entrada, dejando besos por tu columna mientras lo hacía, alabando lo bien que te estabas portando, lo que sirvió de estímulo para que tus caderas rodaran sobre su polla, llevando a matías a agarrarla con fuerza, gimiendo tu nombre. te sentías como si fueras a derretirte en cualquier momento mientras él empujaba contra tu cuerpo, y trataste de ahogar tus gemidos enterrando la cara en las sábanas, dejando que la tela se mojara con tus babas.

"me he pasado toda la noche pensando en este momento". enunció matías, su voz mezclándose con los sonidos de su cuerpo chocando contra su culo, las pequeñas pausas disminuyendo de repente. "y es mejor de lo que podría haber imaginado"

tus gemidos eran suaves y contenidos, reaccionando cada vez que él llegaba a un punto sensible, y cada vez que movías un poco más las caderas hacia arriba, una sensación de calor blanco se apoderaba de tu vientre, transmitiéndose al resto de tu cuerpo, que estaba a punto de derrumbarse en cualquier momento. era incluso mejor que la sensación de estar colocado, más relajante que todo el cannabis que habíais compartido aquella noche.

"me voy a correr" anunciaste, exasperada, inundada por la creciente sensación en el fondo de tu estómago, incendiando tu cuerpo. matías se lo tomó como un reto, ralentizando sus movimientos hasta follarte tortuosamente despacio, golpeando justo en el punto exacto de tu coño.

agarraste con fuerza la sábana, sintiendo como el escalofrío te invadía y provocaba poderosos espasmos en todo tu cuerpo, debilitando todo tu sistema nervioso. matías te sujeta con prontitud, deslizando sus brazos bajo tu vientre, y tira de ti hasta que quedáis tumbados torpemente juntos hasta que tu cuerpo empieza a recuperar fuerzas de nuevo.

matías besa la curva de tu hombro y puedes sentir lo caliente y sudoroso que está, resultado de la locura que acababa de tener lugar allí. subes la mano hasta su brazo alrededor de tu cintura y entrelazas su mano con la tuya, sonriendo satisfecha contra el colchón.

"ha sido... intenso", admites con una risa casi tímida.

"maravilloso, tú has estado maravillosa", te elogia él, sonriendo tiernamente contra tu cuello. " ¿realmente tenemos que esperar hasta la próxima fiesta?"

te ríes, todavía atontada y un poco fuera de sí, y respiras hondo, recuperando el aliento. todo tu cuerpo se siente demasiado sensible, aún ardiendo, susceptible a cualquier estímulo.

"técnicamente, aún estamos en una", te encoges de hombros. no era una regla, pero el hecho de que fuera casual hacía que la tensión fuera aún más deliciosa. pero era imposible negar cuánto anhelabas más, fuera de esos momentos.

siguiendo tu ejemplo, te diste la vuelta en la cama, encontrándote cara a cara con matías. te apartó suavemente los mechones sudorosos de la frente y te encaró con una sonrisa que decía "no vales nada, y me gusta".

el silencio tras la tormenta de sensaciones os permitió a los dos recuperaros, envueltos en el calor que quedaba entre sus cuerpos. matías seguía dejando suaves besos en tu clavícula, mientras tú te deleitabas con la reconfortante sensación de estar tan cerca de él.

se quedaron un rato en ese pequeño envoltorio, disfrutando del tacto reconfortante del otro. tu respiración empezó a normalizarse y la habitación se sumió en una calma post-intimidad. los efectos del porro mezclados con la intensidad del momento crearon una atmósfera casi onírica.

"¿estás bien?" preguntó matías suavemente, dejando un suave beso en tu mejilla.

asentiste, con los ojos entrecerrados por el placentero cansancio. "más que bien".

matías rió suavemente, acariciando con dulzura la mano que seguía entrelazada con la suya. juntos disfrutaron del silencio, como si el tiempo se hubiera alargado para abrazar aquel momento.

con el paso del tiempo, la realidad comenzó a infiltrarse de nuevo. los sonidos lejanos de los chicos en la habitación, las risas apagadas y el suave murmullo de la música más baja llegaron a vuestros oídos. la luz del día empezó a filtrarse por los pequeños resquicios de las contraventanas, y ahí supiste que era hora de marcharse. tu compromiso terminaba junto con la fiesta.

"quédate", dijo matías socarronamente, apretando su brazo alrededor de tu cintura, atrayéndote de nuevo contra su cuerpo. "quédate, por favor".

dudó un momento, sorprendida por el repentino cambio. no era un pendejo, siempre te cuidaba después del sexo y atendía tus necesidades posteriores, ¿pero quedarse? eso era nuevo.

tus ojos volvieron a encontrarse con los de matías y pudiste ver el brillo de la súplica en sus ojos, del deseo y de algo más.

así que obedeciste una vez más.

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tampoco se como llegué aquí pero hola ¿cómo están? 🤰

muuuchas gracias por esta ask, espero haberlo hecho bien <333

solo hice una light prof read entonces díganme si algo esta raro porfaaaa

#matias recalt #matias recalt fanfic #matias recalt x reader #matias recalt smut

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iovebarca · 9 months ago

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Returning Home - Pablo Gavi

Authors note: send me some requests!

WC: 1300+

warnings: incorrect grammar (probably), my first language isn't english so if you notice any mistakes please tell me, just fluff!

summary: your visit home takes an interesting turn.

You find yourself at the edge of your childhood town, where the houses are smaller, and the roads are narrower. The memories you buried resurface with each step you take down the familiar streets. Your parents have moved away, but you’re back to help with selling the old house. It’s been years since you were last here, and everything looks both familiar and alien.

You didn’t expect to feel so much, and the emotions that swirl inside you are a complex blend of nostalgia and regret. You wonder how much Pablo has changed since you last saw him. Your heart tightens at the thought of him, your childhood best friend, your almost-love.

The door to your old house creaks open, and a flood of memories rushes in. You recall the countless hours spent playing in the backyard, the late-night conversations, and the moments of unspoken affection that you and Pablo shared. You remember the summer evenings when the two of you would sit on the porch, your shoulders brushing against each other, the air filled with the scent of blooming jasmine and the sound of crickets.

Back then, you didn’t need words to communicate. A glance, a touch, a smile were enough. You both knew what the other was thinking. But as you grew older, the unspoken bond became more complicated. Pablo started to avoid you, his laughter no longer a constant presence in your life. The day he introduced his girlfriend, Sofia, was the day you felt a piece of your heart crumble.

You hear a knock on the door, and your heart skips a beat. It’s Mrs. Ramirez from next door, holding a plate of cookies like she always used to. She’s aged, but her smile is as warm as ever.

“Welcome back, dear. I saw the lights on and thought I’d bring you some of my famous cookies,” she says.

“Thank you, Mrs. Ramirez. It’s good to be back, even if just for a while,” you reply, taking the plate from her.

She nods, her eyes softening. “You know, Pablo still asks about you whenever he’s in town. He’s in town for the summer break.”

Your heart races at the mention of his name. “Oh, really? How is he?”

She smiles knowingly. “Why don’t you find out for yourself? He��s helping with the football clinic at the high school.”

You thank her and close the door, leaning against it. The thought of seeing Pablo again fills you with a mixture of excitement and dread. You decide to go to the high school, unable to resist the pull of your past.

The high school football field is bustling with activity, just like it always was during the summer. You spot Pablo almost immediately. He’s taller, more muscular, and his once-boyish face now has the chiseled features of a man. But his eyes are the same, warm and inviting, and when they meet yours, you see a flicker of recognition and something more.

“Hey,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Hey,” he replies, a smile spreading across his face. “It’s been a long time.”

“Yeah, it has. How have you been?”

“Good, good. Just busy with football and trying to give back to the community when I can. What about you?”

You both exchange the usual pleasantries, but there’s an undercurrent of tension, a thousand unspoken words hanging between you. The conversation lulls, and you both stand there, unsure of what to say next.

“Do you want to go for a walk?” Pablo asks suddenly.

You nod, and the two of you leave the bustling field behind. The streets are quieter now, the sun casting long shadows as it begins to set. You walk in silence for a while, the comfortable silence that once defined your friendship.

“I missed you,” Pablo says finally, breaking the silence.

You stop, turning to face him. “I missed you too. Why did you pull away?”

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I was scared. Scared of what I felt for you. Sofia was...a distraction, a way to try and forget.”

“Did it work?” you ask, your voice barely a whisper.

“No,” he admits, looking down. “I thought it would, but it didn’t. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I couldn’t stop wishing things were different.”

You reach out, touching his arm gently. “Pablo, I felt the same way. But I was scared too. I thought you didn’t want me.”

He looks up, his eyes filled with a mixture of regret and hope. “I always wanted you. I still do.”

You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of the past lifting from your shoulders. “So, what now?”

“Now,” he says, taking your hand in his, “we start over. We don’t have to be scared anymore.”

The walk continues, but this time, your hands are intertwined. You talk about everything and nothing, catching up on the years you lost. There’s an ease between you, a sense of rightness that neither of you can deny.

Over the next few days, you and Pablo spend more time together, rediscovering the bond that once defined your lives. It’s as if no time has passed, and yet everything has changed. You visit old haunts, laugh over shared memories, and talk about your hopes and dreams. The connection that was once so fragile now feels unbreakable.

One evening, as the sun sets, you find yourselves back on the porch of your old house. The air is filled with the scent of jasmine, and the crickets are singing their familiar song. Pablo turns to you, his eyes reflecting the fading light.

“I’ve never stopped loving you,” he says softly. “And I don’t want to spend another day without you.”

Tears fill your eyes as you reach for his hand. “I love you too, Pablo. I always have.”

He leans in, and the kiss is tender, filled with years of longing and unspoken words. It’s a promise of a future together, a future that both of you are ready to embrace.

As the days turn into weeks, you and Pablo become inseparable once more. The town, with its narrow streets and small houses, becomes a place of new beginnings rather than old regrets. You find a job at a local gallery, and Pablo continues his football career, traveling for games but always returning home to you. Together, you build a life that’s filled with love, laughter, and the kind of happiness that only comes from being with the person you were meant to be with.

One evening, after one of Pablo's games, you find yourselves back at your place, the excitement of his victory still buzzing in the air. You’re on the couch, wrapped in each other’s arms, sharing little kisses, unable to stop now that you have each other. The TV is on in the background, but neither of you is paying attention. All that matters is this moment, the warmth of his body against yours, the feel of his lips on your skin.

“I don’t ever want to let you go,” Pablo murmurs, his voice husky with emotion.

“Then don’t,” you whisper back, your fingers tracing the lines of his face. “We’ve wasted enough time already.”

He smiles, pulling you closer. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you reply, feeling the truth of the words deep in your heart.

As the night wears on, you and Pablo continue to hold each other, the unspoken promises of a future together hanging in the air. You know that there will be challenges ahead, with his demanding career and the complexities of life, but for now, in this moment, everything is perfect.

You drift off to sleep in his arms, dreaming of all the possibilities that lie ahead. And as you wake up the next morning, sunlight streaming through the windows, you know that you’ve finally found your way back to each other, and nothing will ever come between you again.

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Forbidden Flames

↳ Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

One-shot

Summary: Satoru Gojo receives a letter, inviting him to a secluded cottage in the forest. Is it a trap by curse users or a haunting memory trying to scratch his wounds?

Or a story about how You and Satoru Gojo fucked after years.

Word count: +11 k.

Genre: explicit smut, romance, angst (Jujutsu Kaisen au).

Warnings/Tags: +18, NSFW, reader-insert, no Y/N, post-breakup, soft Satoru Gojo, curse user reader, no death, too much fluff and kissing, cunnilingus, creampie, fingering, unprotected sex (c’mon! we all want this), multiple orgasms, hair pulling, tear licking, emotional trauma, emotional sex, no manga spoilers.

Notes: Hey there! I wrote this because Gege Akutami left an emotional mark on me. So, you know...

You can read the "Disclaimers" at the end.

Song Recommendation: Forbidden Flames Playlist

You can read my fics on AO3. If you have any questions, don’t be shy and ASK.

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As the afternoon sun cast long shadows through the dense foliage, a mysterious man with stark white hair and a black blindfold stepped into the heart of the desolate wilderness. Satoru Gojo. The air hung heavy with the earthy scent of wet soil mingling with the musty aroma of decaying leaves, a reminder of the rainstorm that had visited the night before.

Every step he took got lost between the giggles and hisses of harmless curses hiding behind the trees with fear. The ground beneath his feet was carpeted with a mosaic of fallen leaves, their vibrant red, orange, and gold colors now muted and lifeless, as if drained of all vitality. Some of them, with still a breath to take, crunched beneath his weight, the sound of a heartrending dirge that reverberated through the desolation.

Tall, gnarled trees stood sentinel on either side, their branches reaching out like skeletal fingers as if yearning to trap the unwary. Their towering forms were shrouded in darkness, their essence reduced to withered remnants. They whispered mournful laments in the wind, their voices carrying tales of forgotten sorrows.

The forest, once flourishing and thriving, now seemed like a tragic tableau frozen in time. The canopy above formed a suffocating barrier that only got disturbed by the man's ethereal presence. Wild ferns brushed against his legs, leaving behind a trace of dew upon his black trousers. The moist ground yielded beneath his every step as if reluctant to release its grip from his boots' footprints.

As he pressed further into the jungle, the darkness deepened, the path twisting and turning like a labyrinth of despair. The shadows grew longer, stretching out like grasping tendrils as if eager to ensnare his soul. The silence became oppressive, broken only by the occasional painful cry of a distant creature.

The cottage he had received its address stood as a solitary figure amidst the gloomy jungle, a crumbling monument to forgotten dreams. Its dilapidated walls whispered of lost hopes and shattered promises, its windows veiled with white curtains.

With his hands casually tucked into his pockets, he watched the scene before him, a twisted smile playing upon his lips. He thought it was a perfect place, a trap waiting to spring him. But who would be foolhardy enough to challenge the strongest of all times?

But wait!

He couldn't feel any cursed energy! His six eyes were dumb. There was only one who could blind their watchful gaze.

So, when Satoru Gojo approached the house, his heart quickened after a long time, anticipation and anxiety coursing through his veins. The stage was set, the elements conspiring to test his resolve. Would he emerge from this shadowed encounter unscathed, or would the jungle claim yet another victim, lost to the depths of its sorrow-laden clutches?

Satoru's focus fixated on the doorknob, a slight gulp revealing his hesitation. Taking a deep breath, he turned and pushed open the door. The scent of something sweet enveloped his nostrils, a reminiscent embrace that momentarily distracted his senses. However, as his eyes met the sight that awaited him, an unexpected revelation struck him with a force that resurfaced long-forgotten memories.

The inside resembled an aged hideout, with wooden walls and colorful chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, casting warm, dappled patterns on the worn tatami floor. In the center of the room, a round table took its place, adorned with a vase of delicate forget-me-not flowers. Flanking the table were two chairs. And then, in the small kitchen stood the person who had left a void in his heart.

"You're late," your voice rang out in a cheerful tone, beckoning him forward. "Come inside. It's chilly out." With your back facing the door, you stood at the counter, appearing preoccupied with unwrapping something.

Caught in a maelstrom of emotions, Satoru's thoughts fragmented like scattered puzzle pieces, their intended purpose obscured by the inner turmoil. His hand held the doorknob tightly, trapped in a state of ambiguity, unable to release its grip.

Was this a mirage? How could it be that when you seemed precisely the way he had traced the outline of your body in the air while lying in bed, unable to sleep?

Yes, of course, there were nights when the desire to run his fingers through your hair filled his dreams. It was inevitable; your scent permeated everything, even riding on the breeze. There were days fatigue misled him, mistaking weariness for the embrace, he craved, only to discover the hollowness within his very bones. Your body was no longer curled around him, no comfort, and in your absence, each day left him icy, with lips turning blue and hands yearning for the warmth of your touch. He felt adrift in a blizzard, seeking the faint flicker of a fire you had extinguished.

What the fuck is wrong with you, Satoru? Think! Is this a manipulation technique?

And then, as if compelled by an unseen power, you turned your head, causing his heart to skip a beat—countless beats. You were undeniably real.

No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.

Seeing you was akin to being hit in the knee with a bullet. Satoru's legs nearly gave way, his heart raced, and his hands turned clammy, almost causing him to collapse. He had never felt this urge to tear off his blindfold before, as your departure had happened so abruptly that he didn't have a chance to see you. Although he had committed every detail of you to memory, but this…this… witnessing it in person was an entirely different experience.

He stepped back, feeling the heaviness of the past, necessitating some distance. The harsh truths loomed, threatening to engulf him as he wrestled with the profound effect of your presence. Yet, he couldn't tear his gaze away from you, his mind struggling to comprehend the unfolding situation. The reality was so surreal, making it difficult for him to grasp that it was really occurring.

"Why are you just standing there?" you asked, holding a pack of his beloved Kikufuku mochis in your hands. A radiant smile graced your face, illuminating the damp room with its brightness.

He couldn't give two fucks about mochis when your face had that effect on him, always causing him to lose track of where he was, who he was, and what he might say or do. And that familiar smile, it killed him a little. His gaze remained there, lingering for too long, his concealed eyes giving away his thoughts. "Why do you have that look on your face?" you asked, tilting your head with curiosity and stepping closer to him.

As you stood before him, the closeness amplified the wave of emotions within him. Joy and disbelief raced through his veins. The fragrance that surrounded you, so hauntingly acquainted, sparked a rush of nostalgia.

Satoru Gojo was born with a specific purpose, a set of perfect eyes, and the weight of his lineage on his shoulders. He was reserved and calculated. When he mastered the Limitless technique, he concluded that infinite solitude was the only way to survive. Because how he could describe the experience of seeing everything, for when you see everything, you see nothing. An excess of color turns into pure black, an infinite void.

Yes, he was born with those six eyes. People never let him forget. But to you, his eyes were simply eyes. He recalled the first time you teased him about them and how his heart caught in his chest because he had never seen someone as vibrant and colorful as you.

It wasn't exactly love at first sight, but it was something like that. The first time he saw you, he felt it. An ache. Like a little electric burn. He felt his life changed.

Gradually, his loneliness began to dissipate. He found a place for himself in this chaotic world. With you, he could laugh, cry, joke around, and even be a brat. It was something no one could genuinely grasp—the feeling of finally being alive as a person. Before you, he felt he hadn't truly existed, merely scattered atoms in an indifferent universe following a predetermined path. But you changed everything. You dismantled and rebuilt him anew. You molded him, nurtured him, and despite him being the strongest, you kept him safe.

Without a noble title or material wealth, you were everything that went against the expectations of the Clan Elders. Yet, you stood faithfully by his side, precisely where he believed you belonged. Or at least, that's what he presumed.

Then, on that fateful day, the day he desperately wished was nothing more than a dreadful nightmare, reality unfolded before him. How could it be real? He stood there, confronted by the lifeless bodies of two Higher Ups and their protectors, with you covered in their blood. It was inconceivable. He couldn't accept that you were responsible for such a gruesome scene. Yet, you showed no remorse. You firmly believed it was the only solution, fed up with their destructive actions that brought ruin upon sorcerers deemed insignificant. You had accepted the notion that a problem without a remedy should be eradicated like an unwelcome weed.

On that day, he considered shaking your shoulders and demanding that you deny it all. He even contemplated going against everyone because what was the fucking point of wielding such power if he couldn't safeguard the woman he loved? The thought of quitting and escaping with you crossed his mind, too. He was willing to sacrifice everything: power, wealth, status, even his own life. However, you didn't desire any of those things.

His friend, Suguru Geto, once posed a question: Was he Satoru Gojo because he was the strongest, or was he the strongest because he was Satoru Gojo? At that time, he had no answer. A 17-year-old couldn't possibly find a response to such a profound question. However, when you entered his life, everything changed. Being the strongest lost its significance. He was just Satoru Gojo, and he was who he was because you loved him. His existence held meaning because you touched his life. He saw because he needed to gaze upon you. He spoke because he longed to hear your voice.

And then, similar to his best friend, after causing a bloodbath, you also walked out of his life. Yet, this time, it wasn't solely loneliness that engulfed him. It felt like one of his lungs had been taken away, and he heavied without you by his side through each passing moment. He became nothing once more. There was a hole in his life where you used to fit perfectly, and no matter what he did to try and fill it, nothing worked.

It was a strange anguish, a pain he never anticipated or conceived of. It consumed him from within, setting him ablaze with a profound emptiness. Then, defying the assumption that someone as formidable as him could experience sorrow, he was burdened with the task of erasing you. It was as if you were deemed nothing more than a blemish, a dishonor.

"What... what look?" he struggled to say, his voice tinged with a desperate yearning. Regret lingered in his tone as his words fell short. With a touch of vulnerability, he shut his eyes beneath the comforting confines of his blindfold, seeking refuge in the veil of darkness. Taking a deep breath, he consciously filled his lungs, using them as an anchor amidst the swirling storm of sensations enveloping him.

"That look," you remarked, your voice carrying a mischievous tone that floated in the atmosphere. "It's as if you don't trust me," you added teasingly. A few playful strands of hair escaped their intended position and delicately framed your face, casting a bewitching allure. An irresistible urge welled within him, compelling him to extend his hand and tuck those strands behind your ear—stupid muscle memory. However, he restrained himself, his hand suspended mid-air, resolute in resisting the magnetic pull of his desires.

"Why did you invite me here?" Satoru voiced, his grip on the doorknob loosening as the impact of reality settled upon him. The initial shock transformed into a lucid understanding. He wasn't oblivious. He knew that you were aware of his assignment to eliminate you. So, why? Was it because you recognized your unstoppable nature? Was it because you had realized that the blackhole existed within you, devouring everything you once held dear unless someone intervened?

"You could have refused to come, yet here you are," you whimsically remarked, a devilish glint in your eyes as you punctuated your words with a wink. You strolled over to the weathered table and set the pocket upon its aged surface.

"Cut it out!" Satoru snapped, his frustration mounting. "You know, I had no idea it was you!" His heart thumped in his chest, urging his feet to move forward, even as his mind screamed at him to flee. A sense of unease gripped him, acknowledging the futility of engaging in a battle he felt ill-prepared to win.

You turned towards him, a hint of a smile gracing your lips as your hands stayed concealed behind your back. Leaning against the chair, you arched an eyebrow, your eyes locked on him. "I have a feeling you knew it was me as soon as you arrived at the house," you declared, a jovial tone lacing your words. "After all, I'm the only one capable of concealing my cursed energy from you."

"We both know that I shouldn't be here. I—" Satoru's sentence dissolved, left unfinished, as your hand reached out, bridging the gap between you with a gentle touch. Infinity never worked with you. Even the very essence of the cursed energy recognized that you posed no threat to him. Furthermore, he would gladly provide you with any justification to touch him.

Lost in his reverie, Satoru suddenly became acutely aware of your presence. The magnitude of his longing and the depth of his yearning surged within him. In that instant, he recognized the immense emptiness you had left and how much he had missed you. Emotions swirled together, blending past and present, uncertainty and desire, in a delicate dance that would shape your fates.

"Why are you here, then?" you inquired, and his eyes met yours, reflecting the same yearning that dwelled in his heart. "Tell me, did you come in to kill me?" With a deliberate movement, you folded his fingers, molding them into the shape he would use to unleash his hollow purple. Bringing his hand close to your heart, you held it there. Despite the gravity of the situation, a soft smile adorned your lips.

He couldn't do this.

Taken aback by your unexpected gesture, Satoru swiftly withdrew his hand from your grasp. Anger and heartbreak swirled within him, entwining in a tumultuous storm. The realization hit him like a relentless wave, crashing against the shores of his consciousness. How had you drifted so far apart? When had the divergence between your paths become so profound that he failed to notice? The weight of your choice, to embrace the life of a curse user, to tread a road stained with blood, bore down upon him with a heavy burden. The pain on his face mirrored the fracture within his heart, a sense of loss mingling with a flicker of betrayal.

He wished he could say something. He wished he could start yelling, expressing all the thoughts and desires he had harbored since then—whether shouting, pouring out his heart, or expressing frustration. However, he adhered to the predetermined script you anticipated because he loved you unconditionally, unable to deny you anything.

"I didn't think so," you murmured, closing the gap between you, pressing your lips against his in a way that effortlessly eroded his resistance.

You tilted his face down, your hand caught somewhere behind his neck and the base of his jaw, and you kissed him softly and slowly, heat filling his blood with dangerous speed.

One of his hands naturally found its way to the back of your waist, holding you with a gentle yet possessive grasp, while the other securely clasped your arm, pulling you closer.

He felt incredible against you, your bodies fitting perfectly. Nothing ever came easier than kissing you. Every thought and worry wicked away, replaced by the feel of his mouth against your skin, his hand claiming your body.

In that moment, his eyes, his legacy, his clan's name, and the orders given about you faded away. This was his true purpose.

As your tongues entwined, a surge of electricity coursed through his veins, his body responding to the intoxicating enchantment of your touch. Your fingers traced the outline of his blindfold while others clung to his uniform as if he were your sole fulcrum in a world spinning out of control. Your back arched, and he embraced you tighter, his grip firm yet tender, his long fingers leaving an indelible mark upon your skin.

Breathless, as if you had just completed a marathon, you reluctantly pulled back from the heated exchange. Drawing him nearer, he yielded willingly, allowing you to guide him wherever you desired because wherever you led was where he believed to be his destination.

"Take this off," you beseeched, desperation and sorrow permeating your words as your forefinger lifted his blindfold and let it fall to the floor. His tousled hair cascaded softly over his forehead, unable to hide the azure eyes that had once captivated your heart.

In his eyes, tragedy and beauty could be seen, a stoicism that wouldn't be shaken, and childlike joy that couldn't help but flow.

He swallowed, and you shifted your hand to his ear, lightly grazing his earlobe with your pinkie before tracing down his jawline. There was no rejection, yet no clear confirmation either. Your hand brushed against his undercut as you continued.

"There you are," you whispered, your voice laden with kindness. Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes, a solitary droplet making its way down your cheek as you gently cradled his face in your hands. He looked down at you, counting each tear on your lovely cheeks.

He clasped your hand, kissing your palm before guiding it to rest upon his heart. It was the same foolish heart, steadfastly beating for you, never having faltered. Through teary eyes, you looked at him, and he remained struck by the sheer beauty that not even your tears could diminish.

As your bottom lip quivered beneath his touch, quickly, with a light sweep of his hand, he wiped away the tears that stained your stunning eyes. You missed him too, didn't you? Was it painful for you, too? Silly girl! You couldn't maintain your carefully constructed facades for more than ten minutes when it came to him.

The realization washed over him, dispelling any remaining doubts.

Without a second thought, he effortlessly lifted you, your legs encircling his waist while your hands secured around his neck. Engrossed in a fervent kiss, both of you surrendered to the moment as he clasped your back firmly, pulling you closer to himself, relishing the flavor of your lips.

Letting go wasn't an option when every fiber of his being had missed you.

Determined and resolute, he carried you out to a room he presumed to be the bedroom, even though it didn't matter whether there was a bed or a simple mattress; what mattered was the way your touch kindled a blazing fire within him, and he had no intention of bearing that flame alone.

Keeping you securely nestled in his arms, he forcefully kicked open the door and lowered you onto the welcoming comfort of the bed. The urgency to discard his black jacket left no room for delay. At the same time, your nimble hands deftly undid the buckle of your pants, but before you could remove them entirely, his hands moved with an instinctual hunger, swiftly stripping you of the garment and casting it aside as if propelled by an untamed fervor. The passion between you burned fiercely, filling the room with an all-encompassing energy that eclipsed any other thoughts or worries.

With a quick movement, he discarded his black t-shirt, revealing the well-defined curves of his chest that shimmered with a touch of sweat. His desire was tangible, his lust unmistakable as he straddled between your parted legs, his hands grasping your nape.

The taste of his lips met yours, initiating a sequence of fervent kisses that persisted without pause, each delving deeper than the last. The world around you lost its significance as your breaths synchronized in rhythm, the heat between your bodies escalating.

In the meantime, your hands moved swiftly, deftly unbuttoning your shirt.

As his lips briefly separated from yours, he uttered a whispered confession. "I hate how bad I want you," he admitted, his voice carrying a raw sincerity. However, before you could reply, his attention shifted to your neck, where his teeth gently grazed your sensitive flesh, leaving behind tracks of tantalizing nibbles and passionate kisses.

You couldn't help but release a gasp as pleasure and a twinge of pain electrified your senses, sending delightful shivers coursing down your spine. In the throes of passion, your hand curled into a fistful of his hair, a silent request for more. Call it masochist, but he loved it when you did this. He tenderly pulled at your hair in response, tilting your head back ever so slightly, baring more of your vulnerable neck to his hungry mouth.

Then, you did what came naturally to you. With a voice brimming with longing and ecstasy, you spoke his name, "Satoru," the sound slipping from your lips like a hushed prayer.

His actions came to an abrupt pause. His lips separated from your skin, and his grasp on your hair loosened as if a sudden realization had hit him like a splash of icy water. It was ironic how you still possessed this power over him, a power that could both thrill and unsettle him.

The sound of his name on your lips had become something he treasured, and damn it, he had missed hearing it again. Just like every fucking tiny thing he had missed about you.

With a sudden movement, he withdrew his head from the crook of your neck and brought his forehead close to yours. His hands found solace in brushing back strands of your hair with comforting strokes.

He shut his eyes, and in a whisper, his voice carried a hint of fragility, a rawness that tugged at your heartstrings. "Say it again," he pleaded, his voice breaking under the pressure of unexpressed sentiments. It was as if that simple word held immense significance, a lifeline to his heart that he desperately craved.

Without hesitation, you took a steadying breath, the name forming on your lips.

"Satoru."

"S-Say it kinder."

"Satoru."

"Say it slower."

"Satoru."

"Say it gentler."

"Satoru."

"Say it louder."

"Satoru."

"Say it as if you wanna tell me you miss me."

"Satoru…"

"Say it as if you're annoyed that I eat so many sweets."

"Satoru!"

"Is this why you made the trip to Sendai just to get me those mochis?"

…

"Say it."

"Satoru."

"Say it as if you ever cared, spared a single thought for me."

"SATORU."

"Say it as if when you lied in bed, you remembered something I once said."

"Satoru."

"Say it as if it hurt you too when someone said my name with yours."

"Satoru."

"Say it as if every time a door opened, you too expected me to walk out of it, that every time you cooked, you hummed my favorite songs."

"S-Satoru…"

"Say it as if you need me."

"Satoru."

"Say it again."

"Satoru."

"Again."

"…Satoru."

"Say it as if you want to tell me something important."

"Satoru."

"Say it as if you want me to know you won't stay."

"Toru."

"No. Not like this."

"Satoru?"

"Please."

"Satoru."

"Say it as if you want me to know you're gonna run away again."

"Satoru…"

"Huh. Better. Now say it as if you wanna tell that you slept badly without me, that you only dreamed of me, and in the morning, you woke up exhausted without having any desire to live."

"Satoru."

"You don't have a line, do you? No remorse. No regret. Not even a single thought for the man you left behind like a walking ghost. And you won't ever stop."

"Satoru."

"Once you were gone, they gathered all your belongings as evidence. See this hair tie on my wrist?" He lifted his hand. "This and your sweatshirt, which no longer carries your scent, are the only things I have left. Say it as if you still have that shirt of mine."

…

"Say it!"

"Sa-to-ru."

"Did you know that I actually thought if I messed myself up, went all self-destructive, and threw a massive tantrum, you'd come back? I mean, why should I bother taking care of myself? That was supposed to be your job, right?"

"Sa…toru."

"Oh, by the way, I completely wrecked that bench on the hill where you used to sit. And then I went ahead and destroyed the whole damn place, then just sat right there amidst the wreckage. I mean, why should I even give a damn when you stopped caring about me? Say it as if you get where I'm coming from."

"Satoru…"

"Yet you know what's funny? Ask me if I still love you like the first day?"

"Satoru?"

"It can't be just me, right? You can't be done with me. Tell me you love me."

…

"Okay. It's—"

"Satoru. Satoru. Satoru. Satoru. Satoru. Satoru. Satoru. Satoru…"

Everything he thought he knew flew right out the window. He had noticed the tremor in your breath and the shake in your voice, but the desperate murmurs of his name caused his eyes to flutter open. Your face was marked with the faint traces of tears, glistening in the light.

You blinked, revealing a spectrum of sadness and beauty unlike anything he'd seen before. The ability to convey so much with just a glance caught him entirely off guard.

Without hesitation, he leaned in and pressed his lips against the curve of your cheeks, softly caressing them. Nuzzling his nose against your skin, he lovingly kissed away the salty tears, his tongue delicately brushing your face with a soothing touch. Each tender movement provided a comforting solace during your emotional moment.

As he lovingly attended to your tears, you reached behind your back and unclasped your bra. He paused, eyes widening in surprise. However, before any words could escape, you leaned in and kissed him. In that single gesture, you conveyed your desires, and he, in turn, found his answer within the depths of that passionate kiss.

As soon as his palms glided over your smooth skin, delicately capturing your erect nipple between his fingers, the bra was tossed somewhere amidst the bedding.

"Lie back," Satoru instructed. He then crawled onto you, your bare chests meeting. He supported himself with his arms on either side of your head to ensure he didn't crush you under his weight.

He positioned himself atop you, overwhelmed by the yearning that had built up in your absence. The thirst to have you beneath him had grown insurmountable. He had craved the sight of your body begging him to take you, the undeniable desire radiating from you.

He locked eyes with you, keeping you in his gaze as he absorbed every aspect of your beauty. The polished planes of your face shimmered with fresh tears, adding a new layer to the bliss. Your eyes were rimmed with redness, solely for him, and this sight rendered him speechless.

Because what if he accidentally stumbled upon the wrong words, and the magic vanished, snatching you away once more, leaving him with nothing but a pumpkin carriage and a single pair of shoes?

He didn't want his arms to be deprived of your warmth. Your touch. Your lips. God, your lips. Your mouth on his neck. Your body wrapped around his. He couldn't bear losing you again, and the realization was like a pendulum the size of the moon. It wouldn't stop slamming into him.

Blinking his white lashes, he swallowed back the fear building in his throat.

What an irony!

The strongest wasn't fearless.

With his knee between your thighs and his body pressing closer, he realized he was paying attention to nothing but the dandelions blowing wishes in his lungs.

"When we were together, I became you," he stated. "You became the reflection I saw in the mirror, and I liked it more. So, I stopped being myself. It was fine because I had you. But when you left, I lost myself along with you."

"Satoru," you called, your voice soft, so soft. He wasn't unfamiliar with the touch of women, but yours were gentler, yet deadlier than them all. "I'm sorry for bringing us to this point." You drew his form closer. The resonating beats of your heart were audible, pulsing deeply within your chest. "Will you ever forgive me?"

Your words unleashed a tumult of feelings within him. Goddammit. He wasn't lost before he met you, but he found himself after having you, only to get lost more after losing you.

Satoru's tears stung as they fell backward down his throat, burning as they went. "Kiss me, and I'll forget everything," he uttered.

And you complied. You kissed him as if swimming through rivers of honey, as if being dipped in pure gold, like diving into an ocean of bliss, and he didn't realize you two were drowning because he was too caught up in the current to notice. Nothing held significance anymore—neither rules, nor the room, nor even the entire fucking Jujutsu society.

All that mattered was this.

This.

This very moment. These lips. This delicate body pressed against his, and these warm hands always discovering new ways to hold his heart.

Oh, My!

He wanted so much more of you. He wanted every part of you. And he kissed you back. Like a mild breeze. Like cherry blossoms. Like a blue spring.

Again.

Satoru drew away. It remained a secret, but piecing himself back together hurt just as much as falling apart. It felt like an ache that needed to be soothed.

You were the cure, so his finger lightly grazed the corner of your mouth, tracing its shape, curves, and subtle crevices. As he kissed the corner of your eyebrow, he whispered your name. His lips brushed over the shell of your ear, causing a slight squirm in your body. He planted a kiss on your neck, just beneath your earlobe, and you tilted your head, inviting him in. Perhaps you resisted the urge to plead for more, for a faster pace.

You used to love this, remember?

His lips moved down the expanse of your neck, delicately tracing the sensitive skin of your collarbones. Not content to be passive, your hands ran down his back, roaming over his broad shoulders, pressing into his back dimples, and clutching his hips. With a handful of his hair, you pulled him closer, leaving small kisses on his neck, arms, and chest.

It was incredible. Being with you, touching you, having you like this. The adrenaline rush was so powerful and euphoric that it made everything feel within reach.

He muttered your name, his lips mouthing the letters, barely speaking.

He pressed his lips against your upper lip.

He ran his tongue along your lower lip.

He planted kisses beneath your chin, on the tip of your nose, along your forehead, temples, and cheeks across your jawline. Then he moved to your neck, behind your ears, and the space between your breasts. Delicately, he nibbled on your sensitive nipples, leaving a trail of kisses all the way down to your belly button until his entire form moved down your figure, disappearing as he shifted downward, and suddenly, his chest was hovering above your hips.

As his lips descended towards the hem of your underwear, he lifted his head right before crossing that boundary, locking eyes with you. His gaze carried a mix of intense reverence and a silent question.

You met his gaze, the unspoken understanding passing between you. Your nod conveyed an affirmation, a wordless permission to continue. With your approval, he lowered his head once again. Before you knew it, he skillfully used his teeth to remove that small piece of fabric while the captivating scent drove him wild with desire.

Having removed your panties, his lips continued exploring, leaving heated kisses and lingering caresses from your toes to your thighs. Firmly holding your calves, he parted your legs, creating just enough space for his head to fit between them.

Your thighs were lifted, obscuring him from your sight. All you could see was the top of his head, the curve of his shoulders, and the unsteady rise and fall of his back as he breathed. Eventually, even that view vanished as his lips closed around your clit, causing your head to fall back and muffled moans to escape your lips.

Satoru's large hands trailed down and up your exposed upper thighs and ribs, tightly gripping your hips to keep you in place. He delighted in how you squirmed each time his hair brushed against your groin, until his tongue slipped into your hole, and the taste of you made fireworks explode in the back of his head.

With his right hand pressed against your stomach, his tongue danced and teased, evoking ecstatic cries from your lips. His mouth explored the known territories you had never witnessed, yet he remembered them intimately.

While fully engrossed in eating you, he suddenly and intentionally slipped his middle finger inside, and his mouth fervently sought to suck the soul out of your essence as if seeking retribution for all the times he had jerked off thinking about you creaming around his shaft. That's why he left you on the precipice of climax, working his way up your body. Satoru was never cruel enough to deny you the release you craved, so his fingers remained ready.

With an eagerness to witness the pleasure etched across your face, he slowly ascended your body, his touch kindling a burning anticipation within you. Continuing his exploration, his adept fingers navigated their way to your most intimate region, gently pressing against the delicate entrance.

"Let me know if it hurts, alright?" he whispered, his nose caressing the skin of your stomach, placing sporadic kisses around your breasts and collarbones to alleviate any tension. His disheveled hair and moist lips were evidence of the indulgence in your sweet taste.

"Take it easy— ahhh!"

He wore a satisfied smile as two of his large fingers effortlessly slid into your slit. Your nails dug into the sheets, whimpers escaping your lips as his hand rhythmically moved up and down within your tight walls.

Your mouth opened in a soundless moan, and he peppered you with kisses all around. Tears glistened in your eyes, and tiny strands of hair clung to your sweaty forehead. When his thumb rubbed, and the fingers hit all the right spots, your throat wailed in frustration.

You firmly grasped his free arm and tugged him towards you, bringing him closer until he was on top of you. You might have turned into a cold-blooded curse user, left dead bodies behind, or broken his heart apart, but you were still the same girl beneath him. The girl who would laugh with joy and steal his treats. The girl who would fiercely fight by his side and protect him. The girl who would easily surrender and moan in his ear.

He pressed his lips against yours, a reminder of the residual sweetness on his tongue. Just like in the old days, a soft moan escaped your lips as soon as you felt your own taste. If this gesture could convince you to stay with him, why not revel in it? He willingly opened his lips, inviting you to delve deeper, your tongues intertwining and brushing against his teeth.

The stinging bitterness of the past was long gone. He had forgotten everything. Although there was something he knew he shouldn't forget, he couldn't recall why or what it was. With his hard length suffering in his boxers and his digits thrusting backward and forward, paying attention to anything else was hard.

Seeing your desperation for his touch proved to be his downfall. He could die from this, he decided. From wanting you, from the pleasure of being with you.

He wore a smile as you locked eyes and reciprocated with your smile. He pressed his forehead against yours, his skin flushed with heat. With his other hand, he held your head steady while your hands clutched his neck, your palms gliding over the area just above his neckline, and your fingertips tenaciously pressing against his undercut.

"Sato..." you managed to utter, your voice quivering with pleasure as the orgasm washed over you, consuming your senses. Waves of euphoria rippled across your body, inducing uncontrollable tremors. Amidst your release, a single tear broke free, tracing a glistening path down your cheek, much like the cascade of emotions that flowed within you.

While he remained atop you, his voice reached your ears, his lips near your earlobe. "Can you sit up?" he whispered, burying his face in the curve of your neck, allowing your ragged breaths to brush against his shoulder.

Still struggling to catch your breath, you managed to mumble, "Yeah, but..." However, before you could complete your sentence, the bedding beneath you shifted as Satoru pulled you into his arms, clutching you tight.

He exhaled and looked at you, but this time, there were stories in his eyes, thoughts, whispers, and feelings of things he had never told you. He looked like he was hanging on his sanity by a fraying thread—you.

He touched your flushed cheeks as if uncertain of your tangible presence. His four fingers caressed the side of your face with tenderness before sliding behind your neck, caught in that in-between spot below your ear, and his thumb brushed the apple of your cheek, then grazing your bottom lip.

He pondered the countless things your lips had done. They had touched, kissed, and pressed against sensitive areas of his skin. They had spoken lies and made promises, and the words they had formed, the shapes and sounds they had shaped, he yearned for them all.

Satoru inched closer, cradling you like you were made of precious crystals. Holding you and looking at his own hands as if he couldn't believe you were real and truly there.

"I'm right here, baby. Look at me," you whispered, grasping his hands and kissing them.

All six of his eyes obeyed and stared at you. Gone was the curse user targeting Higher Ups. This woman before him had never done anything wrong. You were perfect and kind, untouched by the horrors of death.

He took hold of your hands and pressed your palms against his face, reclaiming the tears you had bestowed upon him. With an eternity of love, he whispered your name in the softest of whispers.

What if this was a dream?

He shook, shuddered, splintered into teardrops, and you embraced him like no one had before. Overwhelmed by the intensity, he struggled to contain himself, but seeing you cling to him as you might never let go stirred something within him. It was a heady sensation, knowing that you were there, caring for him, desiring him, needing him in this way. It made him believe that this was indeed real.

Gently, you stroked his silvery locks of hair and placed a kiss on his forehead. Gradually, your arms became the arms around his neck; your lips became the lips pressed against his, your body the warmth he felt. Funny how the moment he felt your touch, it burned a hole right through his head and pulled all his thoughts out.

He wasn't even breathing, but he was alive, and he was kissing you. Deeply, desperately. His hands fervently caressed the small of your back as he lifted you onto his lap, and instinctively, your legs wrapped around his hips.

Then, it was your turn to reciprocate. You planted kisses all over him—his cheeks, eyelids, chin, the tip of his nose, and the space between his eyebrows. You trailed along his forehead and traced his jawline, covering every inch of his face. These kisses conveyed more than words ever could.

And you took your time.

As your mouth moved down his neck, he let out a gasp. It was a moment to relish. Your tongue continued to worship the hills and valleys of his well-defined arms, tracing the graceful curves of his collarbones. Inhaling the intoxicating scent of his skin, you savored his taste. Your hands explored his abs, tracing along his navel and the delicate trails of hair beneath.

He broke apart with your small licks here and there, breathing hard, and stared at you dumbfounded. His mind remained hazy, unable to fully comprehend how your fingers toyed with the waistband of his boxer briefs.

Tilting your head to a side, you pressed your lips against his again, seeking him with a burning need, a new kind of desperation. Your other hand threaded in his hair, your lips so soft, so urgent against his, like fire and cinnamon exploding in his mouth.

Satoru nibbled your bottom lip in a flash before pulling back slightly. You were flooding his body with so much heat and desire. You parted your lips to sigh in his mouth, and that slight sound of pleasure drove him to the edge of madness.

Just as he was about to bring his mouth to your nipples, your hand suddenly slipped into his underwear and encircled his erectness pressing against your groin.

Oh.

Well.

He clenched his teeth, suppressing a groan. Oh God! He had fucking missed you holding his member in your palm. But you didn't stop at that. He gasped as you began to rub the tip with your thumb. His body ached everywhere as he tasted the colors and sounds that existed nowhere else. Your forehead rested against his chin as you continued to stroke his hardness up and down beneath his boxers. You were untamed, cruel, yet remarkably gentle.

"Take it off, Satoru," you whispered in his ear, your breath ragged. "I want you in me. Deep. Right. Now. Please."

He was beyond the reach of rational thoughts. Beyond words, beyond comprehension. The world was beyond understanding because nothing could ever compare with this. Nothing could ever capture the way he was feeling right now. He was left with only this very moment: You on his lap, your warmth against his hands, and your lustful eyes fixed upon him, making him absolutely insane.

Satoru held onto your waist with a firm grip, lifting you slightly, and in the blink of an eye, his briefs glided down his long legs until their whereabouts became irrelevant in the heat of the moment.

The wetness between your thighs was no longer a hidden secret, just as his hardness was revealed when you surrounded each other everywhere.

He watched as you reached down and guided his erection against your slippery entrance, making a few strokes to ensure the perfect alignment. His racing pulse could probably be felt in your palm and soon inside you.

Using both hands, he gripped your hips and pulled you downward, drawing you closer to him. A gasp escaped your lips as he entered you, always surprised about his size. He intended to allow you time to adjust, but you fervently clung to his neck, hitching your legs around his waist, urging him to penetrate you completely. A scream escaped your lips as you bit into his shoulder blade, but he remained composed, relishing the sensation of stretching you. He cherished the feeling of your inner walls squeezing him and the weight of your body against his balls. To be honest, he would stay like this forever.

Feeling your readiness, his hold tightened, and he started moving your body up and down. You cried out as you nestled your cheek into the curve of his neck, and he felt like dying and somehow being brought back to life in the exact moment, in the same breath.

Fuck! You were full of him.

He raised your thighs, stifling a groan that threatened to rip his throat as your lips met his. It left him bewildered, pondering why he hadn't perished, burst into flames, or snapped in half.

The room was consumed by silence, punctuated only by the sound of your heavy breaths. Your chests pressed against each other, colliding with the rhythm of your pulses.

As he sensed your arms tightening around him, he reciprocated with heightened strength, lifting and thrusting you with an intensity that transcended the bounds of restraint. Each movement struck the place he knew too well.

His teeth captured your bottom lip, eliciting a momentary jolt of pleasure. Your nails pressed into his shoulder as his fingers ran through your hair, pulling you nearer, immersing you in the fervent abyss of his mouth. The taste of you was a captivating fusion of sweetness and passion, an intoxicating blend that left both of you craving for more.

He kept trying to say your name, but he found himself unable even to catch his breath, let alone speak a single word.

The pace increased slightly; each thrust was hard, deliberate, wringing gasps, whimpers, and long, rolling moans from you.

Your eyes tingled with tears, falling fast down and traveling quietly down your cheeks. He cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs two parentheses in your mouth, touching your tongue and the saliva within. It was as if he had discovered an oasis in the vast expanse of a desert, gazing at you with eyes ablaze like fire reflected in water.

"I love you," he whispered over and over, his voice fragile and uneven. His lips covered yours in a tender kiss. He kissed you and tasted your tears, the lasting essence of pleasure in your mouth. He kissed you and kissed you until time toppled over, and your heads spun into a blissful oblivion.

Your head rested against his, and as you delicately nipped at his earlobe, he felt stripped down to his very core, just as he had unraveled you from within. Your sweet little tongue was frantic when you whispered, "I'm yours to love."

Something inside him melted. Hearing your words, he held still for moments, sucking in the air because he felt almost dizzy with satisfaction, running his hands over your thighs.

You. You belonged to him. You didn't erase the pain you had caused. You didn't fix everything you'd broken, but that wasn't what he needed anyway. All he needed was you, and with you, everything would be alright.

He firmly grasped your buttocks, burying his face against your shoulder as he sped up. He was shattered to pieces, but with you, he got put back together differently, better, and more himself than he ever could have been. Gritting his teeth, he succumbed to the impending climax. His hands glided along your back as you shuddered, your inner walls pulsating around him so hard that he couldn't hold back his release. With a growl, he thrust wildly, once, twice, until everything around you both turned to a world of vibrant colors and radiant light, where the sun shone, oceans sparkled, and Sakura trees bloomed.

Both of you were lying on a pillow, breathless and sweaty. Satoru's face was buried in the crook of your neck.

Your hand had delicately weaved its way into his hair, fingers stroking the silky strands as you both sought to ground yourself in the aftermath of your orgasms.

You rested your cheek against his head, your voice carrying a hint of breathlessness as you began to speak. "How is Shoko doing?

"She's probably smoking even more now," he murmured, his lips grazing against your shoulder as he pulled you closer. Despite the physical closeness, a deep ache echoed within him, yearning for an even deeper connection that felt just beyond his grasp. The desire to merge both body and soul, to be completely intertwined with you, was tangible in his touch.

His arms tightened around you as if attempting to bridge an unseen gap that couldn't be seen, but he could feel it. Each hug and touch was an attempt to mend the distance that pained him. The depth of his need reverberated through his being. It was visible in the depths of his eyes. It sucked to be this close yet feel so far from someone. But he didn't want to worry. As long as you were together, he believed nothing terrible could happen.

"Why probably so?" you asked, your curiosity piqued as you turned your head towards him. Your lips touched his soft, silky white hair. "Is it because of the numerous missions you're taking?"

"You seem to know every detail of my life," he remarked, turning his head towards you, the closeness so intimate that your noses nearly touched. His hand found its way to your arm, his finger tracing a path down its length, lost in contemplation.

"I've always kept tabs on you. I'm not even ashamed of it," you declared, your attention fixed on his ocean-blue eyes.

He let out a shaky sigh. "There's no longer a reason for me to stay in Tokyo like I used to," he whispered, his voice hinting at wistfulness. The words floated in the air, pregnant with unspoken meanings. As he locked eyes with you, his gaze transformed into a sea of emotions, reflecting a profound depth of feelings that transcended mere words.

"What about your students?"

"They're doing well even without me," Satoru said, his voice filled with fondness and melancholy. As his hand gracefully slid into your hair, he tucked back the strands that obscured your face, revealing the beauty of your features.

His thumb stroked your cheek in a soothing gesture. "Megumi came close to expanding his domain," Satoru continued, his voice filled with a hint of excitement. "Yuji would be thrilled to—"

"No, Satoru!" you interjected, your voice resolute. Your firm interruption halted his sentence as your face displayed a frown, your eyebrows furrowing with determination. "The answer is no!"

Satoru's hand dropped weakly onto the sheets, his fingers losing their previous touch. When his gaze met yours, a deep sadness flooded his eyes, turning the serene ocean within them into a turbulent storm.

He struggled to find the right words to make his case but couldn't resist trying to reason with you. "Come back with me. I have enough power and privilege to protect you—"

"I don't want your protection!" you exclaimed, your voice carrying a sharp edge that cut through his being. The words resounded with a harshness reminiscent of the day you decided to leave, which had left an indelible mark on both of you. It was a day that Satoru had always blamed himself for, haunted by the belief that he had failed to notice you drifting away.

His eyes, filled with sorrow, locked onto yours, silently begging for understanding as he summoned the bravery to express his deepest desires. "Don't you want a life with me?" he questioned, his voice brimming with the dreams and aspirations he had envisioned for both of you. "What about living in a house with blue shutters, windows overlooking the ocean, and—"

"How are you still such a wide-eyed, dreamy little boy, Satoru?" you remarked, your voice tinged with tenderness and sadness. As you spoke, your hand extended, interlocking your fingers with his. "Stop living in a fantasy world," you urged. The words pleaded for him to accept reality and let go of dreams no longer aligned with his chosen path. "Even if I had the chance to go back, I wouldn't want to," you continued. "The Jujutsu society is a broken bone that won't set right, and no matter how much you try to mend it, it won't work. I started hunting Higher Ups because I have a purpose. I can't be by your side."

As you raised your head, a glimmer of compassion and understanding shimmered in your eyes. The pain etched on Satoru's face was evident to you. In a gentle tone, you encouraged him, saying, "We've made different choices. Don't judge me because I never questioned why you didn't follow me. Our approaches may differ, but we share the same dream of creating a better world. So, I don't regret leaving, but if there's anything I regret, it's not cherishing every moment I had with you. But I'm doing it right this time. I'm memorizing every detail, so I have something to hold onto."

Your words bounced around in the fog of his head, blurring his senses, misting his eyes, and muddling his logic. In his bones, there was just ice. His entire being wanted to vomit. Reality slapped him in the face, punched him in the jaw, and dumped him into the ocean.

Until today, he thought he had fully come to terms with everything. He believed he had adapted to living with your absence, like a disabled person learning to avoid putting weight on his injured leg. However, deep down, he knew he was living on eggshells, always wondering when something would break, when everything would crumble.

But with your answer, stacks of sorrow grew inside him, settling on his bones as if a cable had twisted around his neck, a worm crawling across his stomach. It was the night, midnight, and the twilight of indecision. Too many pains to bear.

He realized how foolish he had been to believe he could simply blend in and lead an ordinary life.

Satoru.

Satoru Gojo.

Satoru Gojo, The Strongest.

The mere thought of it filled him with mortification.

He shook his head, coughing as his lungs were tormented, heaving strange, horrible gasps until his whole body spasmed into submission. His head was spinning, thoughts knocking into one another. With clenched fists, he fought against the misery, forcing it back down. Not again. Not again. Not again.

"Satoru?" you called out to him, and a thousand pieces of feeling stabbed you in the heart. Realizing how deeply he loved you kept hitting him in the face, the skull, and the spine. He ran a hand across his face and through his hair, displaying signs of wanting to scream, to break something, as if he was on the verge of losing his sanity.

You hugged him, bridging the gap between your bodies and leaning your cheek against his rock-hard chest. Your hands caressed his stomach as your lips left random pecks here and there.

"It's not just your shirt that I have," you expressed. "I also have our shared blanket from our room and a collection of photographs I'm too afraid to look at. I fear that if I see them, I'll go right back to you and beg your forgiveness."

You dropped a kiss on his chin. Then, on the curve of his shoulder and his shoulder blades. Five kisses down his throat, each softer than the last. You kissed his cheeks, hands, and eyelids for every moment of loneliness he had ever endured.

You continued, "My body hasn't realized we are no longer together. It calls out for you at night, unaccustomed to not having you tightly enveloping me like a second layer of skin."

He closed his eyes and breathed heavily, trying to gain control of himself. "Why are you putting me through this?" he asked, his hand caught in his hair. "Why are you scratching my wounds?"

"Because I want to remake you again, Satoru. You should get broken apart and rebuild in a way that won't cause you pain anymore." You kissed the hand covering his mouth, not holding back. Keeping your head there, you leaned against his heart.

"It's not as straightforward as a simple yes or no," you said, your voice cracking as you spoke. "Let's just enjoy this moment together..."

A sudden searing heat flashed behind his eyes, and his heart leaped at your response. His hand trembled, and his eyes were willing and wanting but filled with sadness.

He shifted his gaze towards you, his eyes open, jaw clenched tightly, and muscles tense. Breathing heavily, he wasn't sure what to do with himself. The ache in his chest had grown more assertive, more painful.

You lifted your head and reached up to stroke his cheek. "Love is the most twisted curse," you murmured as you tilted his chin toward your mouth. He blinked rapidly. Words were whispered upon his lips that no one had ever spelled out for him. "And we are the most cursed of all, aren't we?" you told him, watching the movement in his throat and his effort to keep it together. It didn't take you long to kiss him again. Tenderly.

Unable to find the right words, he relied on the language of touch, pressing his lips against yours. A sigh escaped into your shared kiss, and you responded by kissing him even more passionately, almost desperately, as if trying to pass over your breaths to him. The taste of salt lingered on your tongues. The wet drops falling on your cheeks made his flesh burn. Unsure of whose tears they were, he continued to cling to you, even if it was almost for the final time.

The saddest world in this whole wide world was "almost." You almost came back to him. He almost had you. You two almost made it.

You woke up with a smile, feeling a pleasant warmth enveloping your skin, remnants of the memories from the previous night. The room was filled with a fresh ambiance, hinted at by the open window that welcomed a gentle breeze. The scent of damp earth filled the air, evidence of the rain that had visited during the night.

Letting out a sigh, you brushed your face against the pillow. Your hand instinctively reached out to where Satoru was supposed to be, but a pang of emptiness washed over you. He wasn't there, and your eyes flew open, a sourness clouding their once-serene gaze. Something felt wrong.

Suddenly, sitting up, a sense of panic pulsed through your veins. The realization dawned upon you—Satoru had left the bed, and his absence spoke volumes. Your glance darted around the room, searching for any signs of his presence, but his clothes were nowhere to be seen.

An agonizing grip took hold of your heart. Conflicting emotions wrestled inside you. You had voiced your decision to part ways, to not be by his side, yet the depth of your desire for him remained steadfast. The pain and the desperate desire for his warmth was a stark reminder that not wanting to be with him didn't mean you were prepared to let go of him completely.

The bitter yet undeniable truth surfaced: as much as you and Satoru were meant to be, fate had not deemed you to last.

You could still feel the lasting presence of Satoru's cursed energy, an invisible thread you could identify even blind. Simply by scent, you would recognize it. It was a power that transcends physical senses, one that would recognize it in death, at the end of the world.

You swiftly snatched your robe and hastened out of the room. And there he was, Satoru, fully dressed, his blindfold tightly secured, sitting still in a chair, facing the untouched mochis. The hair tie was also on the table, indicating that he had removed it from his wrist. You couldn't determine whether it hurt you deeply to see him letting go of a part of you or noticing that he had left his beloved treats untouched.

He wasn't looking at you, so you had time to observe things you hadn't noticed yesterday. He had visibly lost weight. His hair showed signs of splitting and thinning, probably due to stress. Nightmares didn't let him sleep. His uniform appeared wrinkled, and his breaths were unsteady. You knew it wasn't your place to worry about him anymore, but you couldn't help it. Taking care of him had become a habit. He appeared weary, displaying the same profound exhaustion you experienced, filling you with fear.

His shoulders quivered up and down, and you could tell he was crying even though he was silent as a corpse. Your heart quickened as you approached him. With trembling hands, you reached for his blindfold, a desperate attempt because, goddammit, you fucking loved his eyes.

"What are you—" you started to inquire, your voice fading as you recognized that your touch couldn't reach him. He had activated his Infinity. Manually. Deliberately. A wave of profound sadness washed over you, tears welling up in your eyes, yet you swallowed them back, resolved to keep your composure. Your hand hung suspended, mere inches away from him, a symbol of the unbridgeable gap that had grown between you.

Then, in a sudden movement, Satoru stood before you, donning a black jacket that draped his figure. His voice emerged raspy, filled with a raw intensity that conveyed the turmoil within his heart.

"I can't handle this anymore. I can't continue being whatever I am to you," he admitted, his words heavy with a sense of resignation. The understanding that the current situation was no longer viable had taken hold of him. "If you want things to remain this way, I can't ignore the fact that we are enemies at the end of the day." He subtly avoided meeting your gaze, averting his eyes from your messy hair and the persistent sadness in your eyes.

"Can you honestly believe that?" you questioned, your voice brimming with incredulity. You took a step forward, narrowing the physical gap between you. It was essential for him to grasp the magnitude of your anguish and directly witness the toll your choice inflicted upon your heart.

Satoru took a step back, his brows furrowing beneath the blindfold that veiled his eyes. "It doesn't matter what I believe," he declared.

Despite the barrier that prevented physical touch, you closed your eyes, driven by the overwhelming desire to bridge the divide. Ignoring the protective shield of his Infinity, you leaned in, your lips seeking his in a desperate act of defiance. Tears streamed down your closed eyes as he relinquished the barrier that kept you apart. You pressed your lush mouth against his. It never took him long to respond, to part his lips. He kissed you back, holding your head steady with his hand while his other embraced you tightly. He had your heart, and you loved him quite horribly, too. This fact always smacked you over the head so hard you felt dizzy.

You held each other tightly, his arms enveloping you as his fingers intertwined with your hair. In that stolen moment, you caught a glimpse of the life you longed for—a life filled with love. Having this every day was within reach, but the harsh reality of the jujutsu world loomed, casting a shadow over your fragile dreams. The awareness that he would be exploited until his final breath burdened you deeply. Unable to witness his suffering, you knew you couldn't change your decisions. You had to reset this Jujutsu World. For him. For his students. For the happiness you owed yourself.

As your lips reluctantly separated, a bittersweet trace of saliva remained between you. Satoru gripped your shoulders, and as you glanced up, you noticed his blindfold was damp, indicating the tears he had shed.

You lowered your head. "I wish you had never crossed paths with me," you murmured, keeping your gaze fixed on the ground until he reached out and lifted your chin.

"I wouldn't take that chance. Not in a million infinities. Because there was love, even if it didn't change anything, even if it made the pain worse, love was there," he said, staring at your mouth. "I'll love you in this life. I'll love you in death and in whatever lies after. And likely even beyond that," he whispered. The words did something to you. They burned something inside of you. You swallowed hard. A fire consumed your mind. "No matter what, I'll always love you," he declared, and pain filled your veins. You could feel it in your blood.

"Satoru," you whispered. Your eyes fogged up, but you blinked rapidly, trying to clear the tears away. You couldn't let a second of this be blurry. You couldn't afford to allow any of this to slip away. His absence felt like a missing limb, and his longing for you was a bullet in the head. How could he still love you? How could he find relief in your touch?

"But if we meet again," he said, his thumb brushing against your earlobe. "Just kill me. Because I'll be forced to kill you, and it's the same thing." As if the longer he held you, the more he would want you, he let go of you.

The enormity of his duty and the unyielding constraints of the jujutsu world, forcing him to make an unbearable choice, hit you like a cold gust of wind, leaving you feeling isolated and abandoned. The chill of that moment seeped into your bones, and you couldn't help but wonder if he had felt this same frigid loneliness when you had left him behind.

Satoru walked towards the door, each step carrying the finality of his decision that settled upon the room. Pausing at the threshold, a silent plea lingered in his words. "So, please, I beg you to stay away from me." With those words, he severed the last thread that had linked you, leaving you with a deep sense of loss.

The door closed behind him, leaving you in an empty and heavy space with unspoken regret. You were alone again, bereft without him, half dead without him. You opened your mouth and screamed. You screamed and screamed until your voice cracked beneath the pressure. Until you feared your throat would shred from the force. You wanted to crawl outside of your body so desperately so that you could escape this feeling.

No one ever warned you how men with such pretty eyes, who smelled like vanilla, tasted like rain, and talked like silver, were the reason behind tear-soaked pillows, half-finished poems, and so many sad dreams.

One last shout ripped out of your throat, this one so full of pain that brought you to your knees. You crumbled. The raw sound tapered off, fading into a hoarse, staccato cry. You sucked in a deep breath, filling your lungs with oxygen you didn't want, but you were too lost in your grief to scream like you wanted to.

It seemed like Satoru Gojo's story had peaked, and anything that followed wouldn't hold the same significance to him. Because for him, there was before you, and there was during you. For some reason, he never thought there would be an after you. But there was, and he was in it. He would be in it forever.

Moving forward, he silently implored his bones to remain firm, to support him for the remainder of the day and beyond. He ventured through the forest, his steps disturbing the mud and leaves as his footprints gradually faded away until there was nothing but the empty silence of a long, lonely dusk.

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jinxificada · 2 months ago

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un pedacito de mí.

jinx x lectora.

resumen: jinx, isha y vos dan un paseo por zaun.

notas: sfw!! todo en español!! 1k wc. jerga argentina, suerte. ah!! fluff.

🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺

—dale jinx. —insististe con hastío mientras te revolcabas en el viejo sillón.

—bancame un segundo.

y no paraba. jinx seguía enfocada en sus maquinitas, refunfuñando por lo bajo.

—dale boluda, mirala a isha está re embolada.

la chiquita levanta la mirada ante su mención, hizo una mueca que probaba tu punto. se suponía que las tres iban a salir hace media hora, a pasear por zaun y, capaz, causar un poco de lío por ahí.

jinx ya estaba preparada. se había cambiado y maquillado, pero según ella lo hizo “muy temprano” y se sentó para adelantar un poco de trabajo. y se les fue la hora.

—pasame el coso. —te pidió sin mirarte, señalando a una montaña de “cositos” en la mesa.

—¿qué coso? —te quejaste, levantándote del sillón para acercarte.

—el coso boluda, el tornillo. —dijo con obviedad.

—y decíme el tornillo, no “el coso”.

hiciste caso, solamente porque querías que terminara lo más pronto posible. siempre pasaba lo mismo, jinx se pone a dar vueltas a último minuto y se les atrasaban todos los planes.

—es lo mismo. —le restó importancia, atornillando lo que sea que tenía en manos y aparentemente terminando con ello. —listo ¿nos vamos? —isha y vos la miraron con mala cara. —da… no se enojen, ya terminé.. no quise hacerlas esperar… —tiró un pucherito para que le tuvieran piedad.

para tu mala suerte, eras muy débil con jinx. la loca te tenía en la palma de su mano, era obvio por como se te fue el ceño fruncido y le apretaste los cachetes.

—tenés una suerte de ser linda… —gruñiste en chiste.

pero el ceño de isha se frunció más, mostrando su desapruebo ante lo poco que te duró la molestia. te diste cuenta enseguida, y le apretaste el cachete a ella también.

—ya vas a entender. —le dijiste como si fuera un gran misterio, haciendo que jinx carcajee.

zaun estaba a full, a la falta de luz natural brillaban los carteles neón en cada esquina, las calles llenas de gente que se ocupaba de sus cosas, fuera una juntada con amigos o una pelea callejera. era una ciudad que poco dormía.

isha se la pasaba bomba desde el segundo que salieron de “la cueva”. jinx y vos le agarraban de las manos y ella se columpiaba mientras caminaban hacia su restaurante favorito, un tipo de kiosco que vendía comida grasosa. a jinx le encantaba; no te lo dijo, pero sabías que ahí iba todo el tiempo con sus hermanos. te daba ternura.

jinx y vos se conocieron hace unos cuantos años, dejaste de contarlos, el tiempo pasa distinto cuando estás enamorada. pegaron onda al toque, ella un poco se obsesionó con vos cuando sevika te metió en el laburo. y te parecía raro al principio, un poco te emocionaba también, meterte con la hija de tu jefe. así que te dejaste llevar, coqueteaban todo el tiempo, a veces disimuladamente, otras hasta se sentía en el aire las ganas que se tenían.

le da vergüenza admitirlo, pero vos fuiste la que dio el primer paso oficial. no buscaste un momento especial ni nada, ese día estabas libre y ella un poco más y te arrastró al techo de un edificio donde podía tirarle bombuchas llenas de agua a la gente que caminaba en la calle. ella se carcajeaba cuando se escuchaba el eco de la puteada, y se veía hermosa. así que la besaste.

jinx no creía ser capaz de cuidar la responsabilidad de un noviazgo. ella pensaba que era un montón, y ya tenía tanto por qué preocuparse. se asustó, y te empujó tan fuerte que te caíste de culo. creo que esa era la parte que le daba tanta vergüenza. casi se larga a llorar.

y a vos te seguía pareciendo la mina más hermosa del mundo.

así que sí, ser novia de jinx era un poco más de esfuerzo, pero ¿por ella? el mundo entero.

la tarde recién empezaba. a isha le encantaba hacer un enchastre para comer y jinx le seguía la corriente. hacé de cuenta que tenias que cuidar a dos nenas, no una. igual la pasabas bárbaro, obvio.

cuando jinx se apareció con una nena, que encima era muda, no fue taan sorpresa. jinx era tan impredecible. isha era un amor, aunque pretendía ser tan cool como jinx, con vos era un caramelo. le gustaba mucho que la cuidaras sin pedir nada a cambio, y junto con jinx eran muy pacientes con ella.

si la apuras un poco, ella es capaz de decir que ustedes eran sus mamás.

después de comer se fueron al río. jinx estaba un poco rara, se veía incomoda, así que esperaste a que isha fuera a mojarse los pies para preguntarle.

—¿eh? noo, cero, ni ahí. —aseguró repetidamente, sobreactuando un poco. se habían acomodado en el piso, te acercaste hasta que sus caderas se chocaron para abrazarla por la cintura, naturalmente, se inclinó hacia vos.

—¿estás segura? te encantaba venir al río…

—me encanta.

suspiraste ante su insistencia, ni siquiera hacía el esfuerzo de mirarte a los ojos para mentir. la leías como a un libro.

—dulce. —la llamaste, y con tu mano libre le acariciaste la barbilla. ahora sí se giró para mirarte, sus cachetes enrojecieron ligeramente. —si querés hacemos otra cosa, sabés que no hay drama.

las dos sabían que vos sabías que algo no pintaba. jinx solo enrojeció más, le daba tanto seguridad como nerviosismo que la conocieras tan bien.

—posta. estoy bien. —dijo después de un rato. mordisqueó su labio y miró a isha, apoyando su cabeza en tu hombro. —acá dejé el cuerpo de silco.

te tensaste un poco, de la sorpresa, pero rápidamente te relajaste. —¿en el agua?

—mhm.

era entendible. ¿qué le ibas a decir? nada. sólo le acariciaste la espalda de arriba a abajo mientras miraban a isha jugar al borde del río.

tenías ganas de decirle que estabas para ella. pero no hacía falta. palabras no hacían falta. te tiró una sonrisita que te contagió. parecían dos locas, riendo en silencio. ella sabía que la amabas y vos sabías que ella te amaba. era todo lo que necesitaban. bueno, y a isha, que encontró un balde viejo por ahí y les tiró agua a las dos cuando estaban distraídas.

#jinx x reader #jinx #jinx arcane #lesbian #jinx x fem!reader #arcane #jinx league of legends #jinx lol #jinx x lectora #jinx fanfic

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kathlare · 3 months ago

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already over

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie should be celebrating—her first tour has just ended, a milestone she worked tirelessly to achieve. But as the adrenaline fades, she finds herself stuck in the quiet aftermath, battling the weight of emotions she thought she had buried.

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October 20th, 2022 - Orlando, FL

The lights were still flickering across the stage, the energy of the crowd lingering in the air like an electric current. Amelie could still hear them—singing, screaming, chanting her name—even though she was now backstage, sitting on one of the velvet couches in her dressing room, staring blankly at her phone.

It was over.

Her first tour.

A small one, just a handful of shows across the U.S. to promote emails i can’t send, but it had been everything she had dreamed of. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of emotions, late-night rehearsals, soundchecks, radio interviews, meet-and-greets, all leading up to this—the final show in Orlando.

And now, she was supposed to feel happy.

Accomplished. Proud.

And she was.

Mostly.

But underneath it all, there was something else. A gnawing feeling in her chest that she couldn’t quite shake.

Amelie let out a slow breath, leaning her head back against the couch as she scrolled mindlessly through her phone. Messages poured in—congratulatory texts from friends, her team, fans tagging her in clips from the show. Rodrigo had texted her too.

Roro💙: Felicidades, mi niña. Te vi en los videos, lo diste todo. 💙

She smiled softly, typing out a quick reply.

Amelie💛: Gracias, Roro. Ojalá hubieras estado aquí.

It was true. Rodrigo had been nothing but supportive, always sending her sweet messages, staying up to call her after her shows despite the time difference. He was good to her.

And yet.

She swallowed, locking her phone and tossing it onto the couch beside her. The room felt quieter now, too quiet.

Her thoughts drifted—against her will, against her better judgment—to someone else.

Someone who hadn’t texted.

Not that she had expected him to.

Lando.

She shut her eyes for a moment, willing herself not to go there. But it was useless.

It always was.

It had been almost a year and a half since she had last seen him. Since their messy, painful, gut-wrenching ending. Since she had told herself that was it—that she was done.

And for a while, she had believed it.

She had thrown herself into work, into filming, into music, into anything that could keep her from thinking about him. And it had worked. Mostly.

Until it hadn’t.

Until the late nights crept in, when she was alone in her hotel room, scrolling through Instagram and seeing him in Monaco, in Dubai, in Ibiza, surrounded by different girls, always different but somehow always the same.

Until she heard his stupid laugh in an interview and felt that familiar sting in her chest.

Until tonight, when she should have been thinking about nothing but this moment, about how far she had come, about how proud Cameron would have been.

But instead, she was sitting here, wondering if she was doing the right thing.

Dating Rodrigo.

Trying to move on.

Trying to love someone else when deep down, she wasn’t sure she had ever really stopped loving Lando.

Fuck.

She hated this. Hated that even after all this time, after everything, he still had this hold on her.

And the worst part?

He looked fine.

Happy.

Like she had never even existed in his world.

That part stung the most.

Because if he could move on so easily, if she had just been a passing thing, something convenient for him at the time, then what the fuck had it all even meant?

Her stomach twisted, and she exhaled sharply, running a hand through her hair.

She wasn’t being fair.

Rodrigo was good to her. He liked her—really liked her. And maybe he wasn’t Lando, but maybe that was a good thing.

Maybe that was what she needed.

Someone stable.

Someone who wouldn’t make her feel like she was constantly walking on a tightrope between love and heartbreak.

Someone who wouldn’t make her question if she was enough.

Rodrigo had never made her feel like too much. He never got frustrated when she was busy, never made her feel guilty for putting herself first. He didn’t play games. He didn’t push and pull.

He just liked her. Simply. Easily.

And wasn’t that what she deserved?

Amelie sat up straighter, running her fingers over her necklace—a nervous habit she hadn’t quite shaken. She had spent so long convincing herself that Lando didn’t matter anymore, that he was just part of her past. And in some ways, it was true.

But then why did it still hurt?

Why did she still find herself comparing?

Why did she still have nights like this, where her mind wandered back to him, back to the way things used to be?

She sighed, shaking her head, as if she could physically force the thoughts away.

A knock on the dressing room door made her jump slightly.

—Come in.—

Her manager peeked in. —Hey, we’re heading out soon. The after-party’s at the hotel if you’re up for it.—

Amelie hesitated for half a second before nodding. —Yeah. Yeah, I’ll be there.—

Maybe she just needed a distraction. Maybe she needed to be surrounded by people who weren’t ghosts from her past.

As her manager disappeared, she picked up her phone again. Rodrigo had sent another message.

Roro💙: Te extraño, amor.

She stared at the screen, her heart squeezing.

She should feel more than this.

She should feel light. Excited. Butterflies.

Instead, all she felt was guilt.

Because Rodrigo deserved all of her.

And she wasn’t sure she had that to give.

Not when a part of her was still stuck in the past.

Not when she still found herself wondering if Lando ever thought about her, too.

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greenwitchcrafts · 1 year ago

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January 2024 Witch guide

Full Moon: January 25th

New moon: January 11th

Sabbats: None

January Wolf Moon

Known as: Bear Moon, Chaste Moon, Cold Moon, Disting Moon, Goose Moon, Moon of Little Winter, Moon of Strong Cold, Quiet Moon, Snow Moon, Stay at Home Moon, Sun Has Not Strength to Thaw Moon & When Snow Blows Like Spirits In The Wind Moon

Element: Air

Zodiac: Capricorn & Aquarius

Nature spirits: Brownies & Gnomes

Deities: Freya, Hera, Innana & Saraswati

Animals: Coyote & fox

Birds: Blue Jay & pheasant

Trees: Birch & Hazel

Herbs: Cones, holy thistle &marjoram

Flowers: Crocus & Snowdrop

Scents: Mimosa & musk

Stones: Chrysoprase, garnet, hematite, moonstone, onyx & jet

Colors: Black, blue-violet, grey, silver & white

Energy: Adventurous, ambitious, awareness, beauty, beginning & conceiving; business, career, conserving energy, energy below the surface, organization, political matters, potential, protection, recognition, reputation, reversing spells & spirituality

The name for the January full Moon is believed to have originated from Celtic and Old English roots, which European settlers then brought to the New World.

At one point, gray wolves were among the most widespread land mammals on our planet. According to the Wolf Conversation Center, gray wolves “inhabited most of the available land in the Northern Hemisphere.” Habitat destruction and persecution by humans have reduced their range by about a third worldwide and 90 percent in the lower 48 states.

The wolf’s adaptable nature to survive in a wide range of habitats and ability to prey on the largest mammals living in those regions made it widespread. Basically, if there are enough deer, moose, elk, caribou, bison, and musk ox, wolves can survive. Predation of domestic animals caused friction with European settlers and early Americans who aggressively hunted the wolves.

Werewolf myths can be found in ancient Greek and Roman societies, throughout European history and among some Native American tribes. In modern storytelling the transformation from man to wolf has been closely tied to the full Moon in films like “The Wolf Man” and “American Werewolf In London.”

Howl at the Moon means to waste energy pursuing something unattainable. It’s shorthand for doing something crazy. However, howling is hardly a waste of energy among wolf packs. And they aren’t howling at the Moon. The Moon just happens to be shining during times when wolves most often howl.

A wolf’s howl can be heard miles away. The vocalization helps wolves locate separated members and even communicate between packs marking their territories. One study recorded spontaneous howls and responses happen most often between 11 p.m. and 6 a.m.

The cry of wolves doesn’t play into the Sioux name for the January full Moon, which is known as “The Time When Wolves Run Together.” Wolves do plenty of running to defend territory that can stretch hundreds of square miles to find enough prey to support the pack.

Other Celebrations

• Hogmanay | January 1st: is the Scots word for the last day of the old year and is synonymous with the celebration of the New Year in the Scottish manner. It is normally followed by further celebration on the morning of New Year's Day (1 January) and, in some cases, 2 January—a Scottish bank holiday. In a few contexts, the word Hogmanay is used more loosely to describe the entire period consisting of the last few days of the old year and the first few days of the new year. For instance, not all events held under the banner of Edinburgh's Hogmanay take place on 31 December.

The origins of Hogmanay are unclear, but it may be derived from Norse and Gaelic observances of the winter solstice. Customs vary throughout Scotland and usually include gift-giving and visiting the homes of friends and neighbours, with particular attention given to the first-foot, the first guest of the new year.

• Compitalia/ Feast of Lades | January 3-5: was an annual festival in honor of the Lares Compitales, household deities of the crossroads, to whom sacrifices were offered at the places where two or more ways met.

Dionysius said that Servius Tullius founded the festival, which he describes as it was celebrated in his time. Dionysius relates that the sacrifices consisted of honey-cakes (Ancient Greek: πέλανοι) presented by the inhabitants of each house; and that the people who assisted as ministering servants at the festival were not free men, but slaves, because the Lares took pleasure in the service of slaves. He further adds that the Compitalia were celebrated a few days after the Saturnalia with great splendor, and that the slaves on this occasion had full liberty to do as they pleased.

During the celebration of the festival, each family placed the statue of the underworld goddess Mania at the door of their house. They also hung up at their doors figures of wool representing men and women, accompanying them with humble requests that the Lares and Mania would be contented with those figures, and spare the people of the house

Sources:

Farmersalmanac.com

Llewellyn's Complete Book of Correspondences by Sandra Kines

A Witch's Book of Correspondences by Viktorija Briggs

Llewellyn's 2023 magical almanac: practical magic for everyday living

Wikipedia

Encyclopedia Britannica

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nuittouche · 1 year ago

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✢ Todo el daño y la angustia que no pedí; me los diste porque en el fondo no quieres a nadie: Porque de ese mismo "fondo" del que vienes me viste, te vi y dejas que a todo se lo lleve el aire...✤

Mabel ✑

#mabel #mabel arista #nuittouche #frases #escritos #citas #notas #pensamientos #escritores #reflexiones #versos #letras en versos #poesía #poetas de tumblr #poemascortos #blog de reflexiones #blog de poesía

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pitta8ah · 26 days ago

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A mí no me vengas con el cuento

de que los ex son maestros,

de que vienen a enseñarnos algo,

de que el dolor es aprendizaje,

de que gracias a ti soy más fuerte.

No.

Yo a ti no te debo nada.

No te debo nada:

ni un suspiro de gratitud,

ni un trago de mi vaso,

ni un respiro de mi aire.

No fuiste maestro,

ni camino,

ni una lección envuelta.

No me iluminaste,

no me hiciste fuerte,

no me diste alas.

Las heridas me las cerré sola,

las lecciones las arranqué de mi propia piel,

me levanté sin tus manos.

Si seguí adelante,

fue porque así lo decidí.

Yo a ti no te debo nada.

No te debo las gracias

por el dolor que dejaste.

Todo lo que soy,

me lo debo a mí:

a mi terquedad,

a mi rabia convertida en impulso,

a las voces en mi cabeza

que me dijeron que podía seguir adelante,

a pesar de todo.

No me debo a ti.

Las heridas me las cosí yo.

Las noches me las reconstruí a pulso.

Si aprendí algo,

fue porque me lo metí a la fuerza entre los dientes.

Si seguí adelante,

fue porque me arrastré hasta poder caminar,

porque lloré hasta quedarme vacía,

porque me sostuve sola.

Así que no te confundas.

A ti no te debo nada.

No te debo el aprendizaje forzado.

No te debo las lecciones que aprendí;

las gané en la batalla sin tu ayuda.

Todo me lo debo a mí,

a mi resiliencia,

a mi determinación.

Me lo debo a mí misma,

a mis propias locuras y desvelos,

a los cigarros que consumí

pensando en el sinsentido de todo,

a mis decisiones y a las consecuencias.

Me debo a mí,

a mis propias luchas,

a mis propios desastres,

a las noches en las que mi alma

pesaba más que el universo entero.

Sí, todo me lo debo a mí misma.

A ti no te debo nada.

Leído en Samai

#frases #amor #citas #escritos #tumblr #sentimientos #soledad #textos #citas de amor #notas #desamor #solo #reflexión #renacimiento #renacer

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vicioussimp79 · 3 months ago

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Cuidarte - S.R

── ☆ spencer reid x bau! reader

Sinopsis: Durante una investigación, la agente de la BAU empieza a cambiar su forma de vestir después de sufrir comentarios inapropiados de un policía local. Spencer Reid, siempre atento, nota la diferencia y no puede evitar preocuparse. Al final del caso, Hotch le revela que el policía fue despedido, pero Spencer sigue cerca de ella, mostrando un apoyo silencioso que comienza a hacerlat sentir algo más que gratitud. Entre miradas y gestos, una conexión inesperada florece.

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El caso en el pequeño pueblo estaba por fin terminado, y el equipo de la BAU ya se preparaba para regresar al avión. Aunque la tensión por la investigación había cesado, algo seguía en el aire, algo que Spencer Reid no lograba sacarse de la cabeza. Desde hacía unos días, había notado algo extraño en tu actitud, algo que no podía dejar de analizar.

No es que se preocupara por ti de manera especial... Bueno, sí lo hacía. Siempre lo había hecho, pero últimamente se sentía un poco más consciente de tus movimientos, de cómo te vestías y de los pequeños cambios que habías hecho. El vestido ajustado que habías usado el primer día ahora había sido sustituido por ropa más holgada, más discreta.

Una tarde, mientras todos estaban ocupados revisando los informes del caso, Spencer decidió acercarse a ti. Se sentó en la silla vacía junto a la tuya, mirando hacia la ventana del avión, pero su mente estaba completamente en ti. Finalmente, no pudo evitarlo más.

—¿Todo bien? —su voz suave cortó el silencio entre ustedes, un tono lleno de preocupación que no intentaba disimular.

Tú levantaste la vista del libro que tenías entre las manos, sorprendida por la cercanía. Al principio, no sabías si querías compartir lo que había estado pesándote, pero cuando viste sus ojos —esos ojos tan atentos, tan empáticos— supiste que no había forma de ocultarlo. El nudo en tu garganta era demasiado grande, y su presencia te brindaba la seguridad que necesitabas para hablar.

—Hay algo… —empezaste, tus palabras un poco titubeantes—. Un policía del pueblo… me hizo algunos comentarios sobre mi ropa, sobre cómo me veía. No me sentí cómoda, así que empecé a cambiar mi estilo, por eso ahora llevo ropa más holgada.

Spencer frunció el ceño, y tú pudiste ver la ira y la preocupación en su rostro, como si esas palabras lo lastimaran a él también. No te gustaba ver esa expresión en él. Sin embargo, sentías que había algo más, algo más profundo en su reacción que solo la molestia por lo que había sucedido.

—¿Y por qué no me lo dijiste antes? —preguntó con suavidad, sus ojos fijos en los tuyos, como si estuviera intentando entender todo lo que habías pasado en ese corto periodo de tiempo.

—No quería que te preocuparas —contestaste rápidamente, sin poder mirar directamente sus ojos—. No quería que Hotch o el resto del equipo se enteraran de esto. No quería llamar más la atención.

Spencer suspiró, pero no de frustración, sino de comprensión. Su mirada se suavizó, y sus labios se curvaron en una pequeña sonrisa que intentaba ser reconfortante.

—Sabes que puedes hablar conmigo sobre cualquier cosa, ¿verdad? —dijo, su tono más cálido, más cercano—. No tienes que lidiar con esto sola.

El silencio que siguió fue cómodo, pero había algo más flotando en el aire entre ustedes. El murmullo del avión, el sonido de las conversaciones a lo lejos, todo parecía desvanecerse mientras sus ojos se mantenían fijos en los tuyos. Sentías su presencia, más cerca que nunca, como si cada palabra que dijera tuviera el poder de calmarte. En ese momento, te diste cuenta de lo mucho que lo apreciabas, lo mucho que su cercanía significaba para ti.

Finalmente, el equipo se acomodó en sus asientos, y Hotch te hizo un gesto para que te acercaras a él. Spencer te observó con un brillo protector en sus ojos mientras te alejabas. Cuando Hotch te llamó, sentías una mezcla de incomodidad y alivio. Sabías que, de alguna manera, la situación no había terminado aún.

Ya en el avión, Hotch se sentó frente a ti, su tono serio.

—Necesito hablar contigo —dijo, y tú inmediatamente sentiste un nudo en el estómago. Era como si pudieras anticipar lo que venía.

—¿Sobre qué? —preguntaste, intentando parecer lo más tranquila posible.

Hotch no dudó ni un segundo. —El oficial del caso… lo han expulsado de su puesto. Mis jefes ya están al tanto de lo que pasó, y tomaron las medidas necesarias.

Tu respiración se detuvo por un instante, y aunque intentaste esconder tu sorpresa, Hotch notó la incomodidad en tu rostro.

—¿No lo sabías? —preguntó, mirándote con cierta calma.

Negaste rápidamente, aunque sabías que ya no podías ocultar lo que sentías. —No… No tenía idea.

Hotch asintió, un atisbo de comprensión en sus ojos. —No tenías que pasar por eso, no de esa manera —dijo, mirando también a Spencer con un ligero gesto de aprobación. "Gracias por estar ahí," pareció decir con ese gesto silencioso.

Spencer, aunque con una pequeña sonrisa, no dejó de mirarte, casi como si quisiera asegurarse de que estabas bien. Su presencia, más que nunca, te hacía sentir que no estabas sola en esto, que él estaba allí, dispuesto a cuidarte, aunque fuera de la manera más silenciosa y sutil.

El resto del vuelo pasó en un suspiro. El equipo estaba relajado, finalmente libre del peso del caso, pero para ti y Spencer, había algo más que se tejía lentamente entre las palabras no dichas y las miradas cargadas de comprensión.

Antes de que el avión aterrizara, Spencer se inclinó hacia ti una vez más, esta vez de manera más casual, pero todavía cargado con la misma intensidad que no podías ignorar.

—Te prometo que, pase lo que pase, no tienes que cambiar quién eres. Eres perfecta tal y como eres.

Y esa simple afirmación, dicha en el tono más sincero, hizo que una pequeña chispa de emoción recorriera tu pecho, como si finalmente hubieras encontrado la calma en medio de todo el caos.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x oc #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds #Spotify

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peppymintdreams · 5 months ago

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A Catty Man

Elias x Barista

Warden allowed for one trip to the store one trip with no cameras worries or locks around the windows

The day had finally come when Barista and Elias were allowed a rare outing from the safe house. After days spent holed up in a small, tech-filled hideaway, stepping outside felt like a taste of freedom. The sun was out, and the air felt fresh, even in the busy streets of Stockton.

The store was far, and Elias insisted on driving. Barista agreed. It felt almost normal—an ordinary errand, like they weren’t tangled up in the mess of gang politics and danger.

They entered the store, wandering through aisles. Elias seemed more relaxed than usual, half-smiling as he eyed random items, tossing a few snacks into the basket. Barista followed, idly looking at the shelves, enjoying the mundanity of it all.

But on the way back, things took a turn.

A group of guys, leaning against a car in the parking lot, had their eyes on Barista from the moment they left the store. One of them, tall and cocky, stepped forward.

“Hey, sweetheart! Lookin’ good,” the guy called, his voice oozing arrogance as his buddies snickered behind him.

Barista tensed, instinctively pulling closer to Elias. They could feel the heat rising to their cheeks, a mix of anger and discomfort knotting in their stomach. Thoughts of the way their boss spoke to them…the Things… he did to them. It all felt like it was coming back to haunt them, Elias hadn’t noticed at first, his mind still half on what they’d grabbed from the store. But then, as the guy’s words cut through the noise, Elias stopped.

His expression darkened in an instant.

The playful, carefree air around him vanished. He glanced at Barista, seeing the discomfort in their eyes, and then turned slowly to face the guy who had spoken.

“You say something?” Elias’s voice was cold, his usual easygoing tone replaced with something sharper.

The guy, not realizing who he was messing with, smirked. “Just paying a compliment. No harm in that, right?”

Elias’ jaw clenched, his fists curling at his sides. “You think that’s a compliment? How about you keep walking before I pay you back with something you won’t like?”

The tension between them was palpable now. Barista felt their heart race, not because they feared the situation—they knew Elias wouldn’t let it escalate unless it needed to—but because they could see the anger flickering in his eyes.

“Relax, man,” one of the guy’s friends said, stepping in as if to diffuse the situation, though it was clear none of them had any real intention of backing down. “He’s just being friendly.”

“Friendly, huh?” Elias took a step forward, forcing the guy to meet his eyes. “Then why don’t you ‘friend’ yourself out of here before you regret it.”

The guy blinked, clearly taken aback by the sudden aggression in Elias’s voice. The group exchanged glances, uncertain now. It was one thing to catcall someone, but it was another to deal with a guy who looked like he was ready to throw down at a moment’s notice.

“We’re leaving,” one of them muttered, pulling the ringleader back. “Let’s go.”

Elias didn’t move, his eyes locked on the guy until the group turned and left, the air around them heavy with tension. Only when they were out of sight did he turn back to Barista.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice softer now, the sharpness melting away as quickly as it had come.

Barista exhaled slowly, the knot in their chest loosening as they nodded. “Yeah. Thanks.”

Elias’ shoulders relaxed, and he managed a small smile. “I don’t know what’s worse, being stuck in that safe house or having to deal with idiots like that.”

Barista laughed, the sound helping to ease the lingering unease. “I’ll take the safe house over catcalls, any day.”

Elias threw an arm over their shoulders, pulling them close as they started walking again. “Don’t worry. Next time we’re out, I’ll make sure no one even looks your way.”

“Because you’ll threaten everyone?”

“Nah,” Elias grinned. “I’ll just wear something so distracting, they won’t be able to take their eyes off me.”

Barista chuckled, the weight of the encounter lifting a little as Elias’ usual playful side returned. “You in a neon jumpsuit? I’d pay to see that.”

“I might have to now, just for the look on your face,” Elias said, squeezing them gently.

As they walked back to the safe house, Barista felt a mix of relief and gratitude. Even though the world outside could be unpredictable and uncomfortable, having Elias by their side made it all a little more bearable.

#sakuverse #zsakuva #peppymintdreamsproduction #elias zsakuva #zsakuva elias #elias sakuverse #sakuverse elias #elias x reader #angst

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shactividades · 6 months ago

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Sentence starters

Envía un diálogo dicho por tu personaje:

"Vi algo como esto en una película. No terminaba bien."

"¿Podrías ayudarme a recoger esto?"

"No puedo creer que nos obliguen a hacer esto."

"¿No deberían también llamar a los ancianos?"

"¿Qué crees que les haya pasado?"

"Tenía mejores planes que limpiar..."

"¡Cuidado con esas plumas!"

"¡Qué asco!"

"Aleja eso de mí.!

"Nada como mil cadáveres de cuervo para iniciar el día."

"¿Qué clase de bienvenida es esta?"

"El contrato no hablaba de recoger cadáveres un sábado por la mañana."

"Espero que encuentren la raíz del problema."

"Mi perro no me dejó dormir con sus ladridos por la noche."

"Estoy seguro de que vi algo extraño anoche desde la ventana de mi cocina."

"Dicen que esto ocurre en pueblos ligados a la brujería."

"Te cambio esta bolsa por esa pala."

"Solo quería relajarme. ¿Es mucho pedir?"

"No sé cuántos más de estos puedo soportar ver..."

"¿Por qué justo los cuervos? Algo raro está pasando."

"¿Te diste cuenta de que no tienen ninguna herida? ¿Qué los mató?"

"Ya perdí la cuenta de cuántos llevamos... ¿Cuántos más habrá?"

"No pensé que el centro del pueblo pudiera verse más desolado, pero aquí estamos."

"¿Crees que debería preocuparme de lo que está en el aire?"

"Hay algo... en sus ojos. Como si estuvieran viendo algo antes de morir."

"Me estoy empezando a preguntar si seremos los siguientes."

"Cuanto antes terminemos, mejor. Este lugar me da mala espina."

"Nunca vi a los animales comportarse así antes. Es como si estuvieran siendo controlados."

"No me siento cómodo con todo esto, pero alguien tiene que hacerlo."

Palabras inspiradas en situaciones:

Envía VENADO para un starter donde nuestros personajes intentan escapar de un venado descontrolado.

Envía CUERVO para un starter donde nuestros personajes se unen para recoger cuervos más rápido.

Envía PERRO para un starter donde nuestros personajes toman un descanso de las actividades.

Envía GATO para un starter donde nuestros personajes tropiezan con bolsas de basura.

Envía ARDILLA para un starter donde nuestros personajes comparten teorías de lo que ocurre.

#capítulo 2: el despertar.

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isabelagoth444 · 2 months ago

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PAC/ Qué te llega en el amor 💕

Hola amores y bienvenidos! En este pick a card miraremos que está por ocurrir en tu vida romántica pero recuerda que sigue siendo una lectura general, quedate con lo que te resuene y deja lo que no. Para elegir tu grupo solo toma aire y escoge el grupo que te haya sacado una sonrisa o con la foto que te llame mas la atención, dándole a ´leer mas´ encontrarás tu lectura.

Lecturas privadas aquí

Mi blog en ingles aquí

Mis otras redes aquí

Barajas para la lectura: Oráculo woodland wardens, tarot del amor encantado, tarot de las hadas y oráculo goddess guidance

*Al final de la lectura hay un mensaje colectivo para aquellos que estén interesados en saber las energías que están influenciando la vida amorosa del colectivo. PD: me he asegurado de que todas las canciones canalizadas en otros idiomas tengas su traducción disponible en youtube.

Grupo 1/ Grupo 2/ Grupo 3

Grupo 4/Grupo 5/ Grupo 6

Grupo 1:

(Cartas: Gallo y girasol, zorro y hiedra, cabra y sauce/ princesa de alas inv, 9 de gemas inv, colgado, estrella inv, justicia inv/ Sulis, Pele/ el equilibrio)

Bienvenid@ grupo 1! Este grupo es para gente que tiene ya un interés romántico o pareja en su vida, si no es tu caso te recomiendo que elijas otro grupo. Veo a alguien en las primeras fases de conocer a alguien, no creo que vaya mas allá de la comunicación principal, todavía no veo que haya demasiada confianza entre ambos para hablar de temas mas privados o sensibles, no hay nada sólido todavía. En caso de que ya tengas un pareja consolidada, aquí veo falta de comunicación por parte de alguno de ustedes, no es que no habléis o haya mala comunicación sino que parece que no estáis abordando conversaciones incómodas pero necesarias para la etapa de la relación en la que estáis, para algunos siento que esto va relacionado a temas de convivencia. Para los que solo tienen un interés romántico, veo comunicación aquí entre los dos, pero teniendo en cuenta tus cartas de tarot, parece una comunicación muy plana o incluso aburrida, no sientes que te este aportando nada especial, puede incluso que te estés forzando a ti mismx para adaptarte a ésta persona o haciendo un esfuerzo extra para que haya algo de química entre los dos, es como si le vieses mucho potencial pero a la hora de la verdad esta persona parece un poquito una ameba en comparación contigo. Siento mucha energía de fuego en este grupo, veo que eres una persona que necesita de aventura y un romance pasional, si son tus necesidades emocionales no deberías conformarte con alguien que está demostrando que no las va a satisfacer. Tu carta clave es la cabra que significa superar obstáculos, tanto si tienes pareja como si no, estás en una situación incómoda pero que no durará para siempre

Para los que no tienen pareja, será mejor que no pongas tus expectativas muy altas con ésta persona, no es porque vaya a hacer nada malo sino seguramente por incompatibilidad o que no tengáis cosas en común que os ayuden a consolidar una relación. Tus cartas del tarot te dicen que la persona con la que estás lidiando no es tu amor verdadero así que mejor evita desarrollar sentimientos mas profundos, no tienes que echarle de tu vida si no quieres pero no vayas mas allá de una amistad para no herir tus propios sentimientos. A pesar de todo, no te veo demasiado receptivx con esta persona, tal vez le diste la oportunidad por ver que pasaba pero realmente no te está dando lo que quieres y necesitas para una conexión romántica, además siento que ha habido alguna clase de malentendido o algún comentario que te ha sentado mal, incluso si no era la intención de ésta persona hacerte sentir de esa forma. Siento decirte que las cosas no avanzarán con esta persona a pesar de que tu ya lo intuyes, no sientes química ni pasión por esta persona así que no te molestes en forzar una maquinaria que no funciona. Para los que si tienen pareja, aquí alguien va a tener que ceder y cambiar su actitud o se podría resentir la relación, no romperla pero si fracturarla, siento que es algo ya insostenible, si es tu pareja la que no está cumpliendo deberías sentarte a meditar en si quieres seguir en la relación y trabajar en mejorarla o si en cambio prefieres cerrar el capitulo y explorar otras opciones, porque a pesar de que no lo veas, tienes mas opciones de las que imaginas

Tus cartas del oráculo te dicen que te enfoques en ti y en lo que disfrutas haciendo, dedícate mimos y atenciones, invierte tiempo en aquellas cosas que te hacen sentir vivx y feliz. Pele es la carta de la divina pasión por lo que hay algo que cuando lo haces te hace verdaderamente feliz, enfócate en esto porque está entrelazado con tu misión de alma y tu propósito, puede ser un simple hobby pero que puede llevarte al éxito en un futuro así que no dudes en invertir tiempo en eso, además veo que este tipo de actividades te ayudarán a salir de la rutina y a renovar energías. Sulis te dice que pases tiempo cerca del agua, cualquier cuerpo de agua te vale, incluso un simple baño te puede servir, también podría ser una señal para que conectes mas profundamente con el elemento agua o incluso que alguna diosa relacionada al mar o el agua esté cuidando de ti, tómalo como resuene. También te puede ir muy bien darte baños de sal para limpiar tus energías

· Mensajes canalizados: Signos de aire y fuego, arcángel Gabriel, sirenas, 11:11 , healing era, ghostface o referencias a la peli Scream, libros de dark romance, lavanda, intuición, ciclos lunares, energía femenina oscura, secretos que salen a la luz, 1333

Canción: cold - chris stapleton

Grupo 2:

(Cartas: liebre y roble, nutria y espadaña, puercoespín y anémona/ reina de alas, justicia, 3 de gemas, emperatriz inv, 2 de caracolas/ Tara verde, Ginebra, Dana/ princesa de verano)

Buenas noticias para ti, grupo 2! Te veo atrayendo nuevas oportunidades a tu vida que te ayudarán a sentirte mas tranquilx y armonía contigo mismx, para la mayoría estoy escuchando de mis guías que estas oportunidades tienen que ver con tu trabajo y finanzas pero tómalo como mas te resuene a ti. Estás entrando a un periodo de calma en tu vida donde sentirás que las cosas que deseas llegan fácilmente a tu vida sin que tengas que estar luchando hasta el agotamiento por ellas, es como si todo el Universo estuviese conspirando a tu favor y tu pudieses comprobarlo en tu día a día. Con la carta del puercoespín, veo que todas estas maravillosas oportunidades llegan porque has aprendido una dura lección sobre establecer límites sanos con ciertas personas en tu vida, seguramente hayas lidiado con gente muy invasiva o demandante en tu pasado y has tenido que aprender a ponerte a ti y a tu bienestar por encima de los demás, veo que ha sido una lección difícil así que seguro lo has vivido de personas cercanas a las que has querido mucho, siento de corazón que hayas tenido que pasar por algo así y te felicito por haberte puesto en primer lugar. Veo que has podido pasar por sentimientos de culpa al haber puesto límites a estas personas, no ha sido un trabajo sencillo, sobre todo teniendo en cuenta que has querido mucho a esas personas pero era tu bienestar o el de ellas y has elegido bien al ponerte como prioridad.

Dejando de lado lo bien que te va a ir en lo laboral, financiero y relaciones tóxicas, tu vida romántica parece la guinda del pastel a pesar de que ni siquiera está en tu lista de prioridades ahora mismo. Tu atención ahora mismo está en resolver asuntos usando tu intelecto, para algunos veo un proyecto laboral o algún asunto relacionado con la ley por la carta de la justicia, lo que sea que tengas entre manos está demandando tanta atención y energía que no tienes ni tiempo para pensar en romance. También te veo intentando desapegarte emocionalmente de los problemas para enfrentarlos con lógica y racionalidad, sin dejar que te causen ansiedad o perjudiquen tu estado de ánimo, lo que sea que estás haciendo para gestionarlo lo estás haciendo genial y pronto verás la recompensa por tu trabajo duro. Con la emperatriz invertida también veo que te has estado descuidando un poco, seguramente por falta de tiempo, intenta dedicarte un poco de tiempo a ti mismx y tu bienestar, demasiado estrés podría afectar negativamente tu salud. ¿Sabes eso de que el amor llega cuando menos te lo esperas? Pues se aplica a tu situación perfectamente porque mientras has estado distraídx con tus cosas, había alguien observando y esperando la oportunidad perfecta para entrar a tu vida a ofrecerte todo y mas. Esta persona puede estar relacionada a tu trabajo o que lo hayas visto en su trabajo, por lo que veo es alguien que ya conoces pero que por alguna razón, con esa emperatriz invertida es como si no esperases que esa persona se fijase en ti, pero lo cierto es que has sido su crush en secreto y por fin se va a decidir a dar un paso adelante y hacerte saber sus sentimientos. Algunas pistas para averiguar quien es esta persona son: seguramente sea signo de aire o que tenga dominancia de aire en su carta astral, el signo de libra se repite bastante aquí, también veo que esta persona es físicamente muy atractivx, su trabajo puede estar relacionado a las leyes o análisis de algún tipo. Para los que ya tengáis pareja, esto significa la vuelta a la pasión y el romance entre los dos, sea cual sea tu caso, aquí se va a dar o reforzar un vínculo romántico.

Tus cartas del oráculo me dan a entender que en este grupo la mayoría son solterxs por que hablan de manifestar a tu amor verdadero, si has hecho algún ejercicio de manifestación o hechizo para manifestar a tu alma gemela te recomiendo que le eches un ojo, tal vez tus gustos hayan cambiado o necesites tener en cuenta ciertas cosas que pediste para cuando llegue esta nueva relación ( a mi se me olvidó poner en mi lista que fuese heterosexual...). Si nada de esto resuena contigo puede que las cartas te estén indicando que ahora es un buen momento para que empieces a manifestar tus deseos porque la energía está moviéndose a tu favor (te dejo aquí un ejercicio para manifestar a tu alma gemela por si te apetece probarlo, está en ingles pero si lo quieren en español déjenmelo saber). Si te decides a hacer algo para manifestar a tu alma gemela solo te diría que intentes ser lo mas precisx posible, así te resultará mas sencillo reconocerle cuando llegue a tu vida, aunque en tu caso casi ni te hace falta manifestar porque ya lo tienes ahí esperando el momento perfecto para acercarse, puede que esto solo sea una señal para confirmarte que esta persona es todo lo que has querido manifestar en tu vida romántica

· Mensajes canalizados: 1444, 888, sueños lúcidos, ángel de la guarda, color azul celeste, self care, una confesión inesperada, signos de aire, Libra o Venus, limpieza energética, alas blancas o referencias a los ángeles, cuervos, referencias al dios Odín

Canción: adore you - harry styles

Grupo 3:

(Cartas: tortuga y cilantro, ardilla y laurel, antílope y trigo/ as de rosas, 7 de alas inv, 5 de caracolas inv, rey de rosas, rey de gemas/ Tara Blanca, Dama Mariposa/ reina de primavera)

Te veo genial mi grupo 3! Tu energía ahora mismo se siente triunfante y muy agradable de canalizar, incluso me está poniendo de muy buen humor así que mil gracias por esto. Te veo radiante como el sol, feliz y orgullosx de lo que has conseguido hasta ahora, veo incluso que la gente en general está queriendo pasar mas tiempo contigo para disfrutar de esta luz tan bonita que desprendes, solo ten cuidado que también puedes despertar ciertas envidias en gente con menos autoconfianza. Tus cartas para describir tu energía hablan de satisfacción y éxito personal, estás en un momento de celebración y alegría en tu vida donde todo funciona a tu favor, tu carta para describir que atraes es la carta del éxito por lo que si también estabas esperando algún tipo de resultado que sepas que va a salir incluso mejor de lo que pensabas, además veo un trébol de cuatro hojas por lo que la suerte va a estar de tu parte en todos los aspectos de tu vida, también te recomiendo un paseíto por el campo si tienes la oportunidad, puede que encuentres un trébol. Veo que esto es algo por lo que has trabajado muy duro, tanto internamente haciendo trabajo de sombras como en el exterior dando los pasos necesarios para transformar tu realidad, así que enhorabuena corazón, lo has conseguido y las cosas solo van a ir a mejor a partir de ahora.

En temas de amor veo que ya hay alguien por quien tienes interés aunque las cosas no han ido como tu esperabas, ha habido mucho deseo y pasión pero también desafíos agotadores, la pasión aquí es super evidente pero veo poca acción por parte de tu persona de interés, puede incluso que la influencia de una tercera persona estuviese afectando a esta relación por la carta del 7 de alas (espadas) que en este tarot hablan de fuerzas externas causando oposición. Te he de avisar que llega una nueva persona a tu vida, para la mayoría de ustedes les veo cerrando el capítulo con el rey de rosas (bastos) del pasado para darle la oportunidad a este nuevo rey de gemas (oros) que viene con estabilidad y compromiso, veo que le daréis la oportunidad a esta nueva persona y que os hará muy feliz lo que tiene para ofrecer. Para otros, veo que la llegada de este rey de gemas hará que el rey de rosas se sienta amenazado y sienta la necesidad de luchar por ti, ya que parece que no ha estado poniendo todo el esfuerzo necesario, tal vez le hacía falta un recordatorio de cuánto vales y la suerte que ha tenido de encontrarte para que se espabilase un poco. Tanto para solterxs como para personas con pareja veo la llegada de una nueva persona y su presencia aquí, independientemente de lo que decidas o a quien elijas, veo que posterior a ello te vas a sentir mucho mas cómodx y estable. Ambos reyes tomarán acción a su manera, quedará en tus manos elegir pero no te preocupes porque tomarás la decisión correcta, sigue a tu corazón, se fiel a tus sentimientos y tu propio instinto te guiará. Teniendo en cuenta las cartas, sobre todo para los solterxs, te recomendaría que te abrieses mas al rey de gemas que al rey de rosas, al final uno de ellos ya tuvo su oportunidad y no la supo aprovechar pero esta nueva persona viene con una energía libre de dudas pero al final la decisión es exclusivamente tuya, piensa y medita en que es lo que quieres, que es lo que necesitas y quien de los dos es capaz de ofrecertelo.

Tus cartas del oráculo hablan de un cambio importante que se ha estado gestando y que por fin va a suceder, veo que es algo que has estado buscando activamente y que has llegado a pensar que no sucedería, siento incluso que ya te estabas planteando tirar la toalla y rendirte. Si el cambio que has pedido tiene que ver con tu vida romántica ya sea pidiendo a alguien nuevo que si te ofrezca lo que pides o si simplemente tu rey de bastos empiece a mostrar sus verdaderos sentimientos por ti, que sepas que tus guías te han escuchado y están respondiendo a tus plegarias. Te vas a ver con dos opciones en el amor y las dos te van a gustar y complementar, quedará en tu mano elegir a quien mejor te haga sentir y para eso deberás hacer caso a tu intuición, aunque a muchos os veo quedándoos con el rey de bastos cuándo este demuestre su temor a perderte y termine por comprometerse mas seriamente contigo, a muchos de ustedes también les veo abriendo la puerta a la nueva opción y dejando el pasado atrás, dependerá del caso individual de cada uno de ustedes. Aun así ábrete a las posibilidades por que el Universo te protege a ti y tu futuro, evita la impulsividad a la hora de tomar decisiones y recuerda lo maravillosx que eres.

· Mensajes canalizados: Perlas y selenita, mariposas blancas, 333, un glow up, verás una corona de laurel justo antes de recibir buenas noticias, color blanco y rosa, la diosa Afrodita, la carta de la suma sacerdotisa, 1919

Cancion: look after you - the fray

Grupo 4:

(Cartas: hurón y dedalera, ratón y botón de oro, mariposa y campanilla/ carro, emperador inv, reina de gemas, colgado inv/ Artemisa, Abudantia/ reina de otoño)

Me gusta mucho tu energía grupo 4! Es la mas ligera y optimista de todos los grupos. Te veo feliz experimentado nuevas cosas pero sin poner expectativas muy altas sobre nada, simplemente disfrutando de tu momento presente, puede incluso que estés atreviéndote a hacer cosas que antes te resultaban complicadas o te causaban ansiedad, siento como si estuvieses trabajando en hacer feliz a tu niñx interior. En temas de romance, es posible que te estés tomando las cosas con mas ligereza, sin controlar los resultados, sobre todo si hay alguien que te llama la atención y te gusta lo suficiente como para plantearte una relación. Estás en una energía de esperanza y aceptación radical, siento que eres alguien muy espiritual o que tienes algún tipo de conexión especial con un poder superior que te guía hacia lo mejor que te podría pasar, por eso, si ya tienes interés en alguien, estás en una energía de apertura y agradecimiento, como si supieses de ante mano que el Universo tiene algo muy bueno reservado para ti, ya sea con esta persona de tu interés o con otra. Posdata: tus guías son exageradamente comunicativos y agradables, te recomendaría que te acercases mas a ellos para crear una amistad, así también podrás escucharlos mejor cuando se quieran comunicar contigo.

He usado dos barajas diferentes de tarot para esta lectura y la reina de oros salió con ambas, esto confirma que estás en una energía de atraer sin controlar, dejando que lo que está destinado para ti te llegue a ti de forma natural, además estás cuidando muy bien de lo que ya tienes lo que hace que atraigas mucha mas abundancia. Hay movimiento y progreso en tu vida romántica, en general, tienes bastantes admiradores secretos dispuestos a tener algo contigo, seguramente seas una persona muy atractiva tanto física como personalmente, tienes mucho que ofrecer y eres plenamente consciente de esto y de como tu luz atrae tanto moscas como mariposas. Podrás tener muchos admiradores pero ninguno te atrae tanto como esa persona de tu interés, haz caso a ese instinto por que te está llevando por buen camino (ya lo sabes pero solo te lo recuerdo por si acaso). Siento que este movimiento que indica el carro viene de esa persona de interés para ti, sobre todo si habéis estado sin comunicaros últimamente, también el carro habla de un viaje que tu persona debe hacer para reunirse contigo en caso de que esto te resuene. Siento que lo único que te ha contenido de avanzar con esta persona es que no te ha dado señales claras para poder hacerlo, sabes que le gustas y que hay química pero tal vez no sabes para que o si sus intenciones son genuinas hacia ti, siento que este avance tiene que ver con un cambio de actitud por su parte pero también ten en cuenta que hay mucha mas gente interesada en ti que podría estar esperando el momento perfecto para acercarse y conocerte. Este es mi grupo de espirituales e intuitivxs por lo que tu ya sabes que si esta persona ha captado tantísimo tu atención es por que hay algo especial aquí que todavía no has descubierto, sabes que el destino la ha puesto en tu camino con un propósito y que va a ser bueno para ti sea cual sea el resultado final. Puede que a esta persona le haya intimidado sentir tanto tan rápido por alguien que no conocen con tanta profundidad, seguramente no tiene tu conocimiento sobre almas gemelas y lo que ocurre cuando se encuentran, puede incluso que esta persona tenga algún bloqueo emocional . Es como si pudieses ver a través de sus muros y no pudiese esconder nada de ti, seguro se siente emocionalmente desnudx ante ti y por eso ha mantenido una actitud un poco distante o poco comunicativa, tenle un poco de paciencia en lo que asimila la sacudida espiritual y confía en que el carro te anuncia avances con determinación por su parte.

Tus cartas del oráculo te piden que sigas en esta energía despreocupada, haces bien en dejar en manos del Universo lo que está fuera de tu control, te piden que te centres en tu abundancia y tu conexión con tus guías. No hay consejo como tal para darte por que ya estás haciendo lo que tus guías te piden, lo único que creo que te gustaría saber es que esa persona te ve como un sueño hecho realidad, no hay nadie mas en su mente que tu, se siente algo frustradx por que sus circunstancias parecen oprimirle aunque creo que tu ya intuyes que algo importante está ocurriendo en su vida que no le permite avanzar hacia ti. Como consejo tienes a la reina de otoño (oros) diciéndote que te centres en tu propio bienestar, sobre todo a nivel físico, también te piden que conectes con la naturaleza y que cuides tus finanzas

· Mensajes canalizados: signos de tierra, cáncer, aries o piscis (pueden ser su horóscopo o temporadas importantes cuando el sol entre a esos signos), 181, 2222, haz caso a tu intuición, una diosa lunar, léete ese libro que tienes pendiente, busca formas en las nubes, abejas como portadoras de buenas noticias, color naranja,

Canción: mariposas en el pelo- el arrebato

Grupo 5:

(Cartas: castor y abedul, hurón y dedalera, sabueso y pera/ 6 de alas, 3 de gemas inv, estrella, 8 de gemas/ Freyja, Ginebra/ La luna)

Que energía tan bonita tienes grupo 5! Te veo en un momento de introspección muy importante de tu vida, estás yendo hacia dentro evitando el ruido externo, puede incluso que estés pasando mas tiempo a solas o en casa donde nadie te moleste para buscar paz mental. Veo a alguien horneando un pastel así que puede ser que estés buscando pasar mas tiempo de calidad contigo mismx y hacer cosas que te hagan sentir en calma, es como si buscases que las cosas se ralentizasen y estuvieses empezando por ti y lo que está bajo tu control, sobre todo si estos últimos meses te han dejado agotadx. La carta del sabueso significa lealtad por lo que siento que ya hay alguien en tu corazón y que, independientemente de la situación en la que estéis, ninguno de los dos tiene ojos para nadie mas. En general te veo protegiendo tu energía y evitando negatividad ajena, también te veo entrando un periodo de iluminación donde estarás descubriendo maravillas sobre ti mismx que no estabas apreciando. En el caso de que no haya nadie de tu interés, el sabueso puede estar indicando que estás siendo leal a ti mismx y tus valores y no estás dando de tu energía a gente que no te valora o no está dispuesta a ofrecer lo mismo que tu, te conoces bien y sabes tanto lo que quieres como lo que necesitas para ser feliz en una relación y hacer feliz a la persona que esté contigo. Si este es tu caso sigue así porque lo estás haciendo genial, continúa invirtiendo en ti, además estoy canalizando que deberías descansar mas, que tu sistema nervioso se está relajando y que te vas a sentir un poco mas cansadx de lo habitual, no te preocupes, son síntomas comunes de ascención espiritual.

Tus cartas del tarot hablan de que estás en un periodo de transición muy importante en tu vida en tu vida, el 6 de alas incluso podría indicar un viaje o mudanza que estás por hacer o que se está dando en este mismo momento. Hay mucho movimiento y cambio en tu vida personal, no son muchos pero son intensos y los estás afrontando solx, date un tiempito a ti mismx para dejar que estos cambios se asienten y que tu puedas asimilarlo, se paciente durante el proceso y confía en que todo te va a salir bien. Veo que puedes tener interés por alguien con quien no hay contacto o colaboración entre los dos ahora mismo, tal vez el sabueso te salió para indicar que aunque no seáis nada oficial, de alguna forma le estás siendo leal, ves muchísimo potencial en esta persona pero la situación parece no progresar. Aun así tienes la carta de la estrella para recalcarte que mantengas la esperanza, no solo con esta persona sino en tu vida romántica en general, aprovecha para visualizar el tipo de relación que te gustaría tener que te puede ayudar a manifestar al amor de tu vida. Con esta persona de interés se puede dar una relación romántica pero se te pide no forzar las cosas y dejar que todo vaya según su ritmo, por las cartas de tu oráculo diría hasta que esta persona es tu alma gemela pero que ahora mismo no es el momento indicado para ninguno de los dos, aún así ábrete al resto de opciones que tengas y no le seas fiel a quien no es nada tuyo, te estás quitando de opciones muy buenas por mantenerte fiel a alguien que tampoco te ha prometido nada. En caso de que todo el tema del periodo de transición no resuene contigo, podría estar indicando la situación actual de tu persona y porque no está tomando acción hacia ti, no te lo tomes como rechazo por que realmente le gustas pero con el 8 de gemas (oros) en el corte puede estar sintiendo que tiene que perfeccionarse para poder estar a su altura o que esté dedicando mucho tiempo a su trabajo. A pesar de que la energía habla de almas gemelas, tenemos muchas de ellas y no todas tienen que ser románticas, ten paciencia con el proceso en el que estás ahora mismo porque hay mucho movimiento energético en tu vida, invierte en ti y deja que el Universo te sorprenda. Estoy viendo una semillita que has plantado y que tienes que esperar a que florezca, para eso necesitas paciencia, deja que todo se recoloque, si esa persona es para ti, en el momento perfecto se alineará contigo, pero tampoco cierres puertas si alguien mas llega a tu vida con mas seguridad.

En el oráculo te salió ginebra que también salió para el grupo 2 por si quieres leerlo y te aporta mas info sobre tu situación. Tienes la carta del amor verdadero que te dice que estás destinadx al amor, que no lo sobre pienses mucho y que dejes el mundo actuar, tal vez aquí tengas una herida que sanar con respecto a querer controlar cosas fuera de tu control. Ahora mismo hay muchas cosas que no puedes ver o que tus guías están ocultándote deliberadamente para que cuando llegue sea una bonita sorpresa. Sigue cuidando de ti, ahora mismo tu niñx interior te necesita así que haz cosas que nutran tu alma y te hagan sentir feliz, siento que también deberías retomar algun hobby de la infancia o revisitar las cosas que te gustaban de pequeñx, estoy escuchando algo sobre películas y tu canción canalizada es una de disney así que esto podría ser una señal pero tómalo como te resuene.

· Mensajes canalizados: Repostería, 2222, 777, abejas, flores amarillas, color azul marino, sueños premonitorios o sueños lúcidos, algo especial pasará en la próxima luna llena, hibernar.

Canción: un mundo ideal - aladdin

Grupo 6:

(Cartas: ciervo y avena, pinzón y melocotón, oso y cedro/ carro, sacerdote, 2 de caracolas, estrella/ Pele, Maeve/ 10 de invierno)

Por dios grupo 6, me encantaría estar en tu situación! Por cierto, te salieron cartas que también salieron en los grupos 1 y 4, en caso de que quieras leerlos también. Ahora mismo estás en medio de un proceso de sanación muy intenso, sobre todo a nivel de tus relaciones puedes estar notando un cambio inmenso en tus expectativas y necesidades, hay una intervención espiritual muy fuerte por lo que intenta ser paciente contigo mismx. Cuando le pregunte al oráculo por la energía que estás atrayendo, la carta del pinzón cayó sobre mi regazo, esta carta es la del romance así que está bastante claro que estas atrayendo a tu amor verdadero. Estas en un momento de reclamar tu poder de vuelta, seguramente vengas de relaciones tormentosas, no solo tienen que ser románticas sino que aplique a amistades o familia también. Has pasado por mucho dolor en tu vida, parece que te has apoyado demasiado en la gente y que esa misma gente no ha sabido ser reciproca, eres un alma bondadosa con ganas de ayudar pero te has dado tanto a los demás que te han dejado drenadx de energías. Ahora estás recuperando todo aquello que has perdido por el camino, has hecho un trabajo muy duro y no ha pasado desapercibido a los ojos del Gran Espíritu, el sabe cuanto amor tienes para ofrecer y te trae a alguien que va a aceptarlo y cuidarlo, además de darte todo su amor de vuelta, enhorabuena mi grupo 6, estoy súper orgullosa y feliz por ti 🩷

Tus cartas del tarot indican acción y progreso hacia un compromiso sincero, tanto si ya tienes una persona de interés como si no aunque siento mas que ahora mismo no hay nadie, estás a punto de que te ofrezcan compromiso o exclusividad, si llega alguien a tu vida va a ser con intenciones de tener una relación contigo, y si hay alguien que te gusta pero no estás segurx de que va a ocurrir entre los dos, que sepas que tu persona quiere llevar lo vuestro al siguiente nivel. En general veo que este grupo no tiene ahora mismo a nadie en temas de romance pero la situación no seguirá así por mucho tiempo, además siento que no estás viendo venir a esta nueva persona, toma de plazo entre las temporadas de tauro y cáncer. Esta nueva persona viene con todo, desde un primer momento vas a notar su interés en ti, esta persona se va a encargar de hacerlo muy evidente, tal vez de primeras intentes mantener cierta precaución para proteger tu corazón pero el vínculo va a ser muy fuerte, puede incluso que ya estés sintiendo el hilo rojo tirando de ti, avisándote de que te prepares y te abras al amor verdadero por qué está a puntito de entrar en tu vida para cambiarlo todo a mejor. Siento que no hay mucho mas que te pueda decir sobre esta situación, solo que ésta persona es buena y genuina en cuanto a sus sentimientos, viene a cuidar tu corazón y te va poner el suyo en tus manos desde el primer momento, es alguien romántico, caballeroso y leal, es alguien que prefiere la perspectiva mas tradicional de las relaciones, así que puedes esperar que te invite a citas, te abra la puerta del coche y cositas así, va a ganarse tu corazón a base de actos y no de palabras, siento que esta persona va a ser un soplo de aire fresco en el amor. Otra cosa importante que debes saber es que esta persona está proyectándose a un largo plazo, es decir, que busca a alguien con quien casarse y formar una familia, nada de rollos esporádicos, viene ofreciendo y buscando compromiso y monogamia a largo plazo, alguien con quien envejecer juntitos, además estoy viendo a dos ancianitos dándose la mano sentados en un porche mientras ven en atardecer, me está llegando que esta persona va a saber como calmar tu sistema nervioso si eres alguien que sufre de ansiedad.

El oráculo y tu carta consejo te piden que inviertas energía y tiempo en tu verdadera pasión, sobre todo si tienes algún proyecto profesional entre manos, tus guías te piden que te centres en eso ya que vas a ver un progreso muy grande en un corto periodo de tiempo. Tu carta consejo es el 10 de invierno (espadas) pero en esta baraja tiene un significado diferente al del tarot común, en el tarot normal esta carta habla de tocar fondo, pero este tarot habla del momento en el que las cosas mejoran y empiezas a levantar cabeza. Siento que eres alguien que ha tenido que pasar por muchas experiencias difíciles y que tu proceso de sanación ha sido mas profundo e intenso de lo normal tu camino ha sido especialmente difícil ( lo lamento de todo corazón y te deseo todo lo bonito de este mundo :3). Tu proceso de sanación parece haberse alargado demasiado o por lo menos tu lo has sentido así, has tenido que pasar por mas de lo normal porque tu propósito seguramente sea mucho mayor, has tenido que esperar de mas porque el universo tiene algo muy especial reservado para ti. Lo bueno es que lo peor ya ha quedado atrás y que por fin puedes recuperar el optimismo sin miedo a que las cosas se tuerzan en el último momento, tu suerte está cambiando para mejor y pronto lo vas a estar comprobando, no solo en temas de amor sino en tu vida entera en general

· Mensajes canalizados: llamas gemelas, 222, 1919, nodo norte, signos fijos, tauro, acuario, cáncer, color dorado, vas a encontrar una llave antes de que te llegue una buena cantidad de dinero inesperado, un colgante con significado especial, una amatista, cisnes y cuervos.

Canción: every breath you take - the police

Mensaje colectivo: 2 cartas quisieron salir de una forma u otra en absolutamente todos los grupos, si no era una era la otra, esas cartas son el 3 de verano y el mundo. Estas cartas indican que estás en un momento de cierre de ciclos muy importante para la evolución de tu alma, la sanación está siendo profunda y puede que te sientas mas agotadx de lo normal, es una energía muy positiva que va a dejar una bonita huella en tu realidad aunque sea muy intenso. . Ahora es tu momento de centrarte en las cosas buenas que la vida te provee y disfrutar del tiempo que pasas con la gente que te quiere, enfócate en lo verdaderamente importante de la vida y recuerda que nunca estás solx

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