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Are you there, God? It's me, Dean Winchester.
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Re: Are you there, God? It's me, Dean Winchester.
por rutherford. Dom 20 Abr 2014, 5:22 pm
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Re: Are you there, God? It's me, Dean Winchester.
por Invitado Lun 21 Abr 2014, 6:05 am
Gene. escribió:HEEELIOOO, verás, te agradezco muchísimo por el avvy bc te quedó más que perfecto y me encanta, ya sabes. El problema no es que el avvy sea muy pesado, sino que ya lo subo al foro (primero lo subí a imgur y luego utilicé el link que dan ahí) y me sale ese ícono de un archivo roto ;-; He tratado de arreglarlo pero no funciona ;-; Y no sé qué hacer porque en realidad me gusta tu avvy, hasta incluso hice una firma para que convine :ccc. Te amo.
oadisfjaisofja mierda de avatar. :serio:intentaré arreglarlo y si no, pues nada. No pasa nada :AA:Lo importante es que al fin conseguí aprender a hacerlo(?) xd y que te gustó, claro. Te amo, pequeña.
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Re: Are you there, God? It's me, Dean Winchester.
por Invitado Lun 21 Abr 2014, 6:06 am
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hostia, que uno no puede ponerse un avatar de alguien sin que se sienta atacado?
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Re: Are you there, God? It's me, Dean Winchester.
por Invitado Lun 21 Abr 2014, 6:16 am
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- let's continue:
- shall we?:
Looking at you in the crowd and he does this.
- ESTO SI YA ESTÁ MUY HARDCORE:
- ABRELO BAJO TU PROPIO RIESGO:
- y si sabes ingles, obvio :
“Y/N?" he breathed out from the other line, trying to make sense out of your barely intelligible, hardly audible answer. Sighing, you lifted your head a bit, just enough so that your lips could move with being smother by your sheets and your words could be heard clearly. Well, as clearly as you could make them through your raspy sleeping voice.
"Hey, Li…" you yawned, blinking as your eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness around you. When he spoke, you could almost see him smiling, happy to hear you. He may have been million miles away on tour, but you knew your man. The thought made you smile yourself, in a sleepy sort of sweet way. "Hey, baby…" he cooed, before continuing in an almost anxious tone. "Hey, look, I’ve got to ask you something…" Fighting to keep your eyes open you nodded and mumbled out a "Mhm?" He took a moment, inhaling sharply as he fumbled to find the right way to get what he wanted; what he needed. "Are… erm, are you alone?" he whispered. You pulled a face in your exhausted state, silly from having been asleep. "No, Liam. I’m laying here with the damn mailman…" you teased, shaking your head, your messy hair falling around your face. "S’not funny…" he growled. You chuckled, pressing the side of your face back down against the pillow. So easily envious, you thought. Liam was the protective type and the thought of you with anyone else while he was away, well, it torn right through him. "Relax," you said, smiling into your cell. "It’s fucking 4:30 AM… on a Wednesday. Of course I’m alone, Li."
A sigh of relief sounded from his side and you could hear him lick his lips just before he spoke. “Good… God, I miss you, baby…” he murmured softly, his voice sinking back into a sort of cooing. You hummed, shrugging beneath the blankets, snuggling the side of your face into the softness of your pillow. “I miss you too, Liam,” you yawned. “No… I mean, I miss you,” Liam said, groaning to emphasis the word miss. “Like, I fucking miss you…” You stiffened as you realized what he meant, a sudden shock running down your spine. He was thinking about you. That kind of thinking. You bit your lip as a smirk spread across your lips, your bare calves rubbing together as you played coy with him. “Oh yeah? What exactly do you miss about me, baby?” you teased.
Liam let out a dark chuckle before he whispered back gruffly. “Everything. I miss your eyes, those beautiful eyes. The way they squint when you smile. I miss your pretty smile and those pink lips. I miss the way the feel on mine… and I miss the way they feel wrapped around my cock.”
Your breath caught in your throat as his words hit you hard. Heat was pooling between your legs, the ache growing as you hummed into the phone. “Mmm, Liam I miss your cock. I miss it so bad. I want it, I wanna feel you rub it up against my lips, the way you always do before I suck you off.”
He released a low groan and in your head, you could see him tossing his head back against the pillow, eyes squeezing shut in frustration. “God, you suck me so good baby. I can’t fucking wait to get home and have your mouth on me again.”
"Because you know the second you get home, I’m gonna go down on you Li. I’ll give you the best welcome home you’ve ever had, babe, I swear. You can have me anyway you want," you purred, your free hand subconsciously sliding down along your side, fingertips slipping over your panties, dancing lightly over the thin lace.
"Fuck, I want you right now… I can’t fucking take it. I can’t wait. Baby, please, tell me what you’re wearing," Liam begged. You bit down on your lip, running your finger along the waistband of your panties. "You know how I sleep, silly," you teased. "In just my panties. Tonight, it’s those pale pink ones. You know, the lace ones with the bow in the back?"
His breathing grew harder and you knew his cock was doing the same, becoming thicker and fuller every second. You could picture his nostrils flaring as he palmed himself over his boxers, desperate for some sort of friction. “Fuck, take them off pretty girl, please. Take them off for me.” You smirked, licking your lower lip as you whispered “Anything for you baby…” You lifted your hips and slid the thin material down your leg, kicking them off as they reached your ankles. You laid back down on your stomach, hips still in the air a bit as you rested the phone between your cheek and your shoulder, the side of your face against the pillow. “They’re off…” you said in a teasingly soft sing-song voice.
Liam hummed in approval. The sound of rustling from his end let you know that he too had stripped. Stripped for you, for the thought of you. “Now,” he said,”…nice and slow, take two fingers and give yourself a feel. Tell me, how is it, love? Is it nice and wet? Nice and ready for me?”
You slid your hand down your stomach, reaching between your legs to stroke your slit. You let out a moan as your fingers came in contact with the warm wetness that had formed. “Liam,” you said breathless. “Fuck, Liam I’m so wet. So wet…” you sighed, dipping your middle finger just inside your folds.
"God, you’re such a good girl. Such a good listener," Liam panted, his voice now raspy and thick with a focused desire. "Fuck, I’m so hard for you, babygirl. So hard, it hurts," he whined. You pouted, wishing you could have been beside him, helping. "Touch it," you told him. "Go on, stroke it." You could hear the shudder in his sigh as he began to stroke his cock, no doubt slowly at first, sliding up and down his shaft. "Baby…" he moaned, causing you to press your finger down deeper, almost inside of you. "Rub yourself, do it real slow. Make it good, fuck make it so good." You obliged, sliding your finger up to your clit, adding another as you began to draw circles around it. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you applied pressure, moving slowly and sweetly. "Liam…" you whimpered.
"That’s it, love. Now, I want you to slip those slender little fingers inside yourself. Don’t waste any time, put two inside. Push them into that pretty pussy for me," he growled. You did as he asked, sliding two fingers inside of you slowly, curling them at the knuckle as you pushed them further back. You gasped, coming up on your knees to get a better angle. "Tell me baby," he continued. "Tell me how you’re laying there… are you on your back?" "Uh-uh…" you replied, unable to keep a steady breath. "Mmm, on your stomach then?" he asked. "Face down with that perfect little ass in the air?" You groaned, his filthy words encouraging to push deeper, harder. "Yes, God, yes," you said. "Fuck," he groaned. "Such a naughty girl. You fucking love it from that angle, don’t you? You love it when I fuck you from behind, yeah? God I fucking miss that view…"
"I miss it baby, I miss it…" Your thighs began to quiver as you pressed your palm against your clit, letting it rub lightly as you thrust your fingers up inside of yourself. "Put another finger in, Y/N," Liam said. "I know you can, I know you can stretch it. Just like how you stretch it around my cock. If you can take my cock, you can fucking take another finger, can’t you." Unable to form a verbal response, you nodded, as if he could see you, sliding a third finger into yourself. You gasped, pressing your face down further into the pillow. "God, I love listening to you get off," Liam moaned. "The sounds you make when you finger fuck yourself. So hot, babygirl. You’ve got me fucking tugging on my cock, missing you so bad. But I’m close, baby, so fucking close… you must be too, fuck, the way you’re moaning. Are you gonna cum for me, pretty girl? Are you gonna cum all over those fingers, the way you’d cum for me?"
"Yes," you whispered with a shaky breath, tears forming in your eyes as you grew closer to your orgasm. "Fuck, Liam. I’m gonna… I’m…" You bit down on your lip as you felt yourself beginning to tighten around your fingers. "Let it go, for me," Liam begged. "Fuck… I can fucking feel it. Cum for me. Cum for daddy…” At at that, you lost it. You cried out as pleasure took over your entire body, your hips bucking against your hand as you road it out. You listened to Liam panting on the other end and you cooed to him, coaxing his release. “Your turn babyboy, I want you to cum. Please, Li, cum… Come on…” He groaned out your name, his breathing all over the place. There was a stream of obscenities from his side of the line, then a grunt before he growled out. “Fuckkkk…”
You collapsed onto the bed, a smile playing on swollen lips. You listened as he caught his breath, snuggling back beneath your blankets. “Holy shit…” he sighed. In your head, you pictured him laying there, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his strong arm. You giggled, closing your eyes. “Thanks for that, love,” he said softly as you nestled your face into your pillow. “Hmmm, anytime,” you yawned, suddenly realizing how exhausted you were. “Aww, you sound sleepy. Go to bed sweetheart,” Liam said. You were about to answer when you heard shouting from his end. “YES, NOW THAT YOU’RE THROUGH, GO TO FUCKING SLEEP SO THE REST OF US CAN GET SOME AS WELL.” Louis’s cries were followed by a fit of laughter that was all too familiar. The boys. “Oh my God…” you gasped, your eyes shooting open as your jaw dropped. “Liam, where the fuck are you?” He hesitated before he grumbled, “Erm… I’m, uh… on the bus….” You groaned in embarrassment, your cheeks burning in a bright blush. “Liam… so… fuck, Liam, everyone heard that…” you whined, your free hand running down your face. There was a moment of silence as Liam fought to find an appropriate response, one that wouldn’t make matters worse. He stuttered a bit, then gave a nervous little laugh before stating with all honesty, “Well, I mean… it’s not the worst they’ve heard from us…” You rolled your eyes as you listened to the boys giving Liam a mixture of groans and “Fuck offs”. “I’m going to bed…” you sighed, a reluctant smile on your lips as you listened to them continuing to tease him. “Alright, babe,” he said. “Hey, I love you…” Your smile grew wider as you told him, “I love you too, Liam.” “Night, Y/N.” “Goodnight Liam,” you yawned, hanging up the phone and placing it on the nightstand. You shook your head as you settled down, ready for a much needed sleep after all that… excitement. You sighed into your pillow as your eyelids fluttered shut. “Fucking boys…” you whispered, just before slipping into a deep and satisfied sleep.
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Re: Are you there, God? It's me, Dean Winchester.
por Invitado Lun 21 Abr 2014, 6:19 am
Fer. escribió:
Decimosexto descubrimiento:
«Lo difícil no es aceptar cómo es uno, si no cómo es el resto de la gente»
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Re: Are you there, God? It's me, Dean Winchester.
por Invitado Lun 21 Abr 2014, 6:20 am
Pizza. escribió:
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Re: Are you there, God? It's me, Dean Winchester.
por Invitado Lun 21 Abr 2014, 6:22 am
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Re: Are you there, God? It's me, Dean Winchester.
por Invitado Lun 21 Abr 2014, 6:24 am
Aqua sí, Cyndi no ;-;westside. escribió:ojalá que yo no sea la única que todavía escucha a cyndi lauper y aqua. me vuelvo loca.
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por Invitado Lun 21 Abr 2014, 6:27 am
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Re: Are you there, God? It's me, Dean Winchester.
por Invitado Lun 21 Abr 2014, 8:56 am
Gene. escribió:Tú me hiciste lo mismo hace un tiempo y me mataste, Helio. Ahora te mato yo si es que aún no has visto estos gifs(?)más te vale que no. ahq, te amo.
- open meeee:
Gene. escribió:
- pasé de página, ah:
¡Acabo de darme cuenta de esto! asiofosaga XDDD ya había visto los gifs pero la intención es lo que cuenta aosifjoai me encantan y se ve tan sexy el cabrón :AA:Gracias pequeña, te amo 
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Re: Are you there, God? It's me, Dean Winchester.
por Invitado Lun 21 Abr 2014, 8:57 am
¿Helena es prima de Lucas? :ew: 
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Re: Are you there, God? It's me, Dean Winchester.
por Invitado Lun 21 Abr 2014, 9:04 am
Bueno, ahora que ya estoy más tranquila miraré todos los pvt's que tengo en mi bandeja de entrada que la verdad, me da miedo entrar. No quiero que hayan 50 páginas más en los pvt's
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Re: Are you there, God? It's me, Dean Winchester.
por Invitado Lun 21 Abr 2014, 10:15 am
"Corte de Pelo" 
algo me dice que ese es Orión y ya me cae bien por el simple hecho de haber salvado a mi tocaya.
algo me dice que ese es Orión y ya me cae bien por el simple hecho de haber salvado a mi tocaya.Invitado
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Re: Are you there, God? It's me, Dean Winchester.
por Invitado Lun 21 Abr 2014, 10:27 am
"Automedonte, Creoten, Táladros..." Me cago en la hostia, que nombres tan raros que tienen los personajes masculinos en este libro.
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Re: Are you there, God? It's me, Dean Winchester.
por Invitado Lun 21 Abr 2014, 10:35 am
—¿Quién eres?—Soy Orión Evander, el líder de la casta de Roma, heredero de la casta de Atenas, el tercer jefe de los vástagos granuja y portador de la Rama Dorada de Eneas —dijo con voz grave e imponente.—Uuh —soltó Helena en tono sarcástico—. ¿Se supone que debo saludarte con una reverencia o algo por el estilo?
Te amo tocaya, te amo asiofuasoifa. ¡YA SABÍA YO QUE CORTE DE PELO ERA ORIÓN! 
Lo siento, pero estoy odiando muchísimo a Lucas, Jason y Claire en este libro. En realidad los odio a todos menos a Héctor, que ahora me cae de puta madre, y a Orión, por supuesto xd.
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