Dejame olvidarte, no quiero seguir pensando que un día volverás por que no es así, quiero despertar un día y no pensarte más, deseo con todo lo que queda de mi ser que te alejes y me dejes ser feliz...
Creia que tu eras el que estaba comodo con esto de verse solo cuando necesitas sexo pero si no me he ido es porque tambien estoy comoda asi.... pero entonces porque lloro cuando te vas, porque te extraño cuando me siento a comer, si es algo de cuerpo porque te veo en todas partes?
"Me dijiste claramente no querías, una vida junto a mí. Pero cada tanto. Vuelves, me llamas. Y sabes que jamás voy a decir que no. Cada tanto, vuelves. ¡Basta! Te pido por favor...
I am currently working on a plug!Draken piece that will more than likely never see the light of day because it almost hurts to write, but I'll give you a little snippet.
The first thing you note, is that he’s fresh out of the shower. A wafting scent of fresh pine, whatever scented soap he uses drifting across your nose. It tickles your senses, drifting into your nose. But that’s not where your eyes zero in. Your eyes flick down to the exposed skin of his abdomen. He’s in the middle of pulling on a black t shirt, the material catching and sticking to still wet skin. Water droplets roll down the ridges of his muscles. His abdomen was on a brief display for you, each outline of solid muscle searing into your mind’s eye. The deep V of his hips show seemed like they were chiseled out of marble, something you could find in the finest art galleries.
Your eyes flick back up, trying to pull your attention away from the hard lines and dips in his skin. His shirt flutters into place but at this point none of that even helps. Wide eyes catch the dip of confusion in his brows, the way they knit together as dark eyes take in your form in front of him. Trailing down to see the frown that tugs at the corner of his mouth, pink lips opening and forming words.
Forming words? Shit, he was talking to you and you couldn’t get your eyes off the droplet of water that trailed down his neck and clavicle, disappearing underneath his shirt. It warps around the gold chain that he pulls out of his collar and your stomach rolls at how insanely attractive the motion of his fingers and the sparkling gold against his skin is.
I am so mentally unstable, I need this man OUT OF MY VEINS. Let me out. LET ME OUTTTTTT.
En verdad que me da risa, pensas que yo soy tonta, tus tacticas ya me las se y de verdad ni una dia entero te tomo pa volver en tu viejas mañas, que te vaya bien. Por aca ya no vuelvas. Y que te vaya bien con ellas <3
Every now and then I remember English is my second language (tampoco es como que entiendo chistes en español pero por favor, podrían hacer las cosas más legibles)