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Ch. 1 I’ll Meet You by the End of the Night

Pairing: Steve Rogers - Bucky Barnes WARNING: SMUT, PAST CHARACTER ILLNESS, DEMON! BUCKY (just in case no one likes to read this material), IN PARTS/ CHAPTERS, SLOW BUILD, SMUT WILL COME LATER (like someone;P ), ALSO SHITTY WRITER……. P.S ADULT LANGUAGE (because I swear worse than a sailor…I’ll try not to but no promises)

This is not correlated to the Marvel Universe, and is an alternate universe without the enhanced super-human abilities. This Au is of my own ideas, but the characters all belong to Marvel. This story contains Demon! Bucky, and has mature content (smut *insert winky face*). Also I would like to apologize before hand that this will most likely be terrible for this is my first time ever writing smut (please don’t kill me) also ever publishing in socially. (To add to that I most likely have errors but I’m too lazy to go over them so please excuse me …it’s 2 am and I’m freezing in my room) On another note this story will contain a character that had leukemia (I will like to state that I don’t know that much about the cancer, so if anything is incorrect I apologize. I would appreciate it if you would notify me if any changes need to be made.) In correspondence to my personality I happen to swear a lot so if any of this makes anyone uncomfortable…consider this your warning. Now I think that’s it with all the information that I suppose I needed to give, so my head doesn’t end in the east river because somebody (not pointing fingers *ahem Jimeny -that’s how I spell his damn name- Cricket*) doesn’t think I should say whatever the fuck I want without telling them, so please enjoy and tell me if you liked it or that I need to burn this in hell along with my innocence and my soul. On with the sinning…I mean reading!!!!!

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Steve isn’t exactly small, sure he’s no genetically induced superhero, but he also doesn’t have the same body he did when he was twelve years old with leukemia. At the age of 19 Steve has proud to say that he was cured of his cancer, and now obtained a healthy body he should have. However this also means that he is still able to get his ass kicked by the motherfucker, who was stating very upsetting adjectives (taking shit) towards a young lady in the bar before Steve interfered. Steve just doesn’t like bullies, no matter how big he was. So honestly there was only one way this was going, and it sure as hell wasn’t the way to grandma’s house. Although if Steve was being honest with himself, he could’ve left out the part where he said the fellow had a small intelligence and needed to re-educate himself with proper etiquette (his dick was so small he needed to go find one of Snow White’s dwarves). Yeah it’s not wonder why Steve ended in the back alley with a broken nose and possible sprained ribs. It would’ve been worse if the dickwad’s buddy hadn’t stepped in, and force his ass back inside. Seriously how did anyone convinced Mount Everest into controlling his temper in exchange for a Piña Colada? Oh well as long as he doesn’t disturb the lady (who might have just walked out of the bar after dipshit dragged Steve out back) again. Steve dusted himself, and began the long walk home to his crappy two bedroom apartment that he shared with his old college buddy Sam. Fuck, he’s never going to hear the end of this shit once Sam, not only finds out that Steve’s blind date was a no show (reason why Steve was even at the bloody bar in the first place), but also when he has to help set Steve’s broken nose again. Wondering if the pain was worth it just hiding it from him, Steve paid no attention to the two figures that were across the street watching him. ________________________________________

I positioned myself comfortably in my bed, ready for my Mother to sing a soft tune so I could sleep easily. The lights in my tiny room were all turned off with the exception of my small and dim nightlight in the corner of my room. Getting impatient I called out for my Mom. “Mom! Please hurry, i’m tired~” No response. “Mom?” I heard the creaking of the stairs signaling that she is on her way up. The door opened and closed aand I felt my Mother sit on the edge of my bed, as usual. She started humming softly and played with my hair in the dark. But, something was off. Her hands seemed more boney and cold, ‘Maybe she caught a cold? Maybe a fever?’ I told myself. I started to doze off to sleep when I heard someone running up the stairs. 'Who is that?’ I thought. My Mother and I live alone as my Dad left her when I was young so who is it? Before I could think more about the possibilities the door to my room opened and revealed…my Mother? But… there was no one on my bed anymore almost as if they disappeared. 'Who was on my bed?’ I asked frighted and confused at the same time. “Mom weren’t you just in here?” I said in a weary tone. “Of course not. I had to finish up some laundry. I’m sorry.” she replied. Like last time my Mom sung me a quick and reassuring tune and quietly left the room whispering a quick “I love you.” as she closed the door behind her. I closed my eyes and, for the second time, began to drift to sleep. I felt a hand travel through my hair and my eyes opened straight away. I yelled loudly but its boney hands were quick to cover my mouth as it pulled me into the closet the last thing I heard was a it mocking my Mom. “I love you.” Everything went dark.

All he could hear was her voice. (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/LtlvfNztPt

He was not winning this fight and yet, when Natsu heard Lucy scream his name it was all he needed.

Rapmonster/You

Rapmon was always the one who always dominated, always had to get his own way.. He claimed you as his before you even gave your answer, and somehow you always managed to get swept away by his charms... who wouldn’t...

It wasn’t any different tonight as he was hovering above you, you’re legs have already weaken as he mercilessly attacked you lips you moan out his name... Could his ego get any larger as he watched you become undone beneath him. You were almost angry at him or making you feel this good while he seemed to be unaffected by you. So to express you disapproval you smacked his muscular ass... “aah”, he moaned. At that very moment you were wondering how the hell your moan was so primal and low.

When you locked eye with rapmonster you say that his mouth was hung in a O shaped, as you registered that the moan was not you but rapmon.. you momentarily forgot where you were..”did i just found a chip in his armor?”, you asked yourself. You smacked him again and was rewarded with a sudden gasp from him. At that moment his own limbs became weak and you found yourself climbing on top of him. You twisted you body so your hand squeezed his ass cheek his head was thrown back in the pillow....” Please!” he begged.. begged you? You could hardly believe what you were hearing. He was not under your control you can now see this man as how he saw you when he was in control..  He buck up into you.. You pressed your lips against one of his nipples and he let out a groan that sent shivers down your spine.. Why didn’t you think of exploring his body before instead of always being so submissive and complying with his every command.  You sank down on his long shaft and laid your torso onto his rubbing your hard nipples against his chest “oh fuck!”, he all but cursed when he realized that you figured out another of his weak spots. He moaned when you saw what you could do to him, gaining confidence with every bounce you made on his dick. He grabbed your hips to steady your balance on him.. You traced a line between his slick pecks, blazing a hot trailed with you tongue receiving a muffled version of  your name from his lips, and that was enough to send you over the edge "SHIIIIIIIT”, you cried out as you slammed down unto his dick, he curved in his back as he came with you. 

You collapsed unto his chest as you both were heaving from that soul wrenching orgasm... “you’re not ganna let this go are you?”, he asked breathing heavily... “not a chance in hell”, you smiled.

Esta tarde hablé con ella, es triste y aunque no lo demuestra sufre, así es sufre. Sufre en silencio por un par de bobadas que no son tan insignificantes como parecen para una mujer enamorada.

 No entiendo que concepción del amor tienes, pero a tu manera extraña y poco convencional la amas, o eso dices cada vez que la ves; y aunque romper con lo cotidiano marca un estilo de vida emocionante en mi concepto existe solo una forma de demostrar amor. Sabes, no parece que la amaras pues si dedicas más tiempo a otras cosas implica que ella no es tu prioridad y déjame decirte amigo mío que eso a una señorita enamorada le duele.

 Que pierdes con ser con ser detallista con ella; ¿nada verdad? Y por el contrario ganas mucho, porque, aunque “no seas muy expresivo” como dicen todos los hombres cuando una persona ama a otra se nota, pero cuando no se nota más.

Así es, un detalle enamora, un chocolate al verla, una visita inesperada, una cena romántica, una rosa, su helado favorito, un paseo, romper con lo cotidiano, hacer locuras, dedicarle un par de canciones, una llamada a media noche diciendo “mi amor no puedo dormir sin ti a mi lado, cuanto te extraño, o simplemente te llamaba para decirte que te amo”, una llamada deseando un buen día o una linda noche no te roban más que un par de minutos y hacerlo te da mucho. No te imaginas cuanto aprecia una mujer un detalle, eso le demuestra que siempre la tienes presente, la extrañas y deseas tenerla a tu lado y por supuesto hacérselo saber no está de más. Dile lo linda que se ve hoy, lo bella que es su sonrisa, lo linda que le queda esa falda y porque no lo que desearías hacer con ese vestido ajustado que te mata. Es la mujer que amas; absolutamente todo lo que pasa por tu mente respecto a ella merece saberlo.

Demuéstrale lo que sientes, es lo más bello que puedes hacer por ella y tenlo por seguro que ella aprecia cada bobada que haces por cumplir tu deseo de hacerla la mujer más feliz del mundo

Su relación no está mal, tenlo por seguro que no. Solo necesita un poco más de entrega de tu parte. Entiende todas sus locuras, su punto de vista ubicado en el polo opuesto al tuyo, sus malos ratos, sus bajas de ánimo, entiende sus miedos y ayúdala a superarlos, escucha su música y ve sus programas de televisión cuando este mal y si es necesario déjate golpear tan solo para que se sienta mejor porque ella hace todo lo que sea por verte feliz, pero la pregunta es ¿tu estarías dispuesto a hacer lo mismo o más por ella? ¿solo por amor? ella espera saberlo, y por lo que más quieras no hagas que se moleste de verdad que eso le duele pues tú la conoces demasiado bien y que hagas cosas que la molesten es como si la quisieras lastimar.

 Ella se siente a ratos sola vacía y te necesita a su lado, a veces cuando estas distante ella siente que ya no te importa o en el peor de los casos que ya no la amas; por el amor de Dios demuéstrale que no es así, que al igual que ella tú la también la echas de menos, también la necesitas, necesitas sus abrazos sus besos sus caricias y en especial a ella.

Dedícale todo el tiempo que puedas, porque no sabes cuando no la vas a tener a tu lado y probablemente te lamentarás.

Yo sé que la observas mientras ella lee, desde el otro lado del parque la ves comerse su helado, también sé que cuando por cansancio se queda dormida entre tus brazos te sientes el hombre más afortunado del mundo, que cada vez que estas a su lado el mundo entero pierde importancia y que quisieras que esos segundos mágicos a su lado no se acabaran jamás, que cuando le dan sus ataques de egocentrismo y se llama a sí misma las más bella del mundo tu sabes y aseguras que es la verdad, que para ti no hay un auto tan bello que se compare a lo maravillosa que es su sonrisa, que cuando la besas quedas sin alientos y no existen palabras para describir la magia que estalla por dentro de ti, sé también que en silencio tienes miedo de perderla, que es tu primer pensamiento al despertar y es quien te roba un poquito de sueño al ir a la cama, que sonríes al leer sus textos y que al ver su foto tus ojos brillan de amor, que te da de todo cuando escuchas su voz por el teléfono o cuando te responde un texto, y por supuesto sé que eres el hombre más feliz del mundo cuando ella te dice que te ama y que es muy feliz a tu lado. Déjame decirte que ella siente todas y cada una de las cosas que acabo de mencionar porque sin mariposas en el estómago enamorarse no tendría sentido.

Valora esa loca desquiciada anormal extrovertida y diferente; pues déjame decirte que ella te ama como nadie más puede amarte, haría lo que fuera por ti y por supuesto es feliz a tu lado. Son muy pocas cosas las que debes hacer para hacer feliz a la mujer más maravillosa que pudiste conseguir, tienes una mujer extraordinaria a tu lado y créetelo pues ella piensa lo mismo de ti y aunque parezca mentira que una mujer como ella está a tu lado aprécialo pues no todos los hombres tienen tal privilegio.

No seas tan imbécil como para perderla, actúa con un poco más de razón y verás que tal privilegio lo tendrás por mucho tiempo.

Ámala, cuídala, valórala, llénala de detalles, hazla sentir como una princesa como tú princesa, compréndela, ayúdala con sus miedos y hazla la mujer más feliz del mundo.

 QUEEN<3

Espero les guste, de ser así compartan...

The earth. This beautiful home of ours we deem a masterpiece of creation. High school geography taught us about the two antipodal sites on the geoid ; the poles. Those two focal points so central to the architecture of the shape. This concept of poles , one that of the two mutually exclusive points can be used metaphorically.

Polarity is the essence of the cosmos. Like the two sides of a coin, there cannot be one without the other yet they are exclusive. Male and female , darkness and light , heat and cold , life and death and the examples go on infinitely. Why does a river flow ? How does the wind blow ? What triggers lightning ? All these seemingly trivial yet wonderful phenomena of nature are all a result of that profound concept of disparity (be it in gravitational potential , pressure or electric potential to speak science). It is disparity that adds colour to all existence.

Difference is a word whose ubiquity has caused its rich meaning to be occluded. Although we humans are creatures of habit like most others on this planet , we seem to have a penchant for differences. ‘Variety is the spice of life’ is explanation enough for this. We love visiting new places, meeting new people, exploring things and so much more. A life without variations from ones routine is so very often labelled monotonous which is almost completely the synonym for boring today. Familiarity being the conjurer of contempt is loathed.

Having set that long a preface, let’s delve into the business end of the concept of disparity. Rich and poor , educated and non educated , clever and dull , strong and weak and so goes on the long list of haves and have nots. Most of the human efforts are and have been concentrated on abating such differences. It’s all a quest to gain parity with the state deemed better. A poor man’s efforts are made in the direction of getting richer. A weaker man yearns and works towards being stronger. Meanwhile , the rich and strong men keep working to maintain their rather coveted states. Otherwise , what awaits them is a sour journey downhill. It’s always the difference that makes them tick. It’s what makes us tick. Gradients trigger actions. It is a cosmic law of sorts. So what of a world without disparity , without gradients ? Just as a river devoid of slope , things would just lose their flow and turn to a morbid state of stagnancy. And when there is no current in the water , it stays there , defiled by impurities innumerable. A world without disparities would simply be motionless and without progress. It is one’s desire to be as good or better than another that creates all the hustle and adventure in the world. Without that , there simply wouldn’t be a reason to work for and to look forward to. Tomorrow would simply be another word in the lexicon and would not hold the hopes and dreams it usually stands for.

A world where parity dominates would simply be too commie for everybody’s liking and against nature’s laws.    Differences are an inevitable part of flow , which is central to the existence of the universe. It is that imbalance between the forces of nature and it’s balancing out that works the magic of existence. So easing out differences is well impossible. Also , would one ever want to do away with differences ? Given the generally self centred human nature , one would prefer to be richer , smarter and stronger than his neighbour any day.

Standing the line at the grocery store is so boring you think to yourself. What is taking so long?  All you have in your cart is Oreos, batteries and Pepsi Maxx. The lady in front of you has two carts and a folder full of coupons.Nice, you think. Finally it’s your turn. As the clerk scans your soda, sirens start going off and confetti falls from the ceiling.  What the hell? All of a sudden a voice comes over the loudspeaker.  “Congratulations to our 200th Pepsi customer.”

The crowd around you claps and some people laugh. The voice drones on about your prize but you aren’t hearing the words because the voice is so familiar, so hypnotic. As you look to the left and right to see where the voice is coming from you notice that everyone is frozen in place. Now you are getting a little freaked. All of a sudden you hear a rustling noise to your left.  “Hello doll”. You jump and look over. Staring you in the face is Gabriel. The Gabriel. The one you have had so many fantasies about. So many that you finally had to go get more batteries.  “Hi,” you manage to croak out. You’re so tongue tied that you are surprised you got that out. He leans closer and whispers “Are you ready for your prize?”  Nodding your head yes is all you can do at this point. His lips are so close to yours and his eyes have you pinned to the spot. He grabs you around the waist and whoosh. You are no longer in the store but in a motel room, alone. “Um, Gabriel? Hello?” You stammer.  All of a sudden there is a knock at the door. You walk over to it and there he is. Dressed as a waiter with a silver tray.You laugh, you can’t help it. It’s a scene from Casa Erotica. He raises his eyebrow at you. “Ya gonna let me in hot stuff?” he asks.

You step aside and he waltzes through the door and sets the tray down. You just stand there not sure what to do. This is not like you at all. He is staring at you, with those eyes of his that make your knees weak and your heart race. Finally you force those weak knees to move and you stop in front of him. “So where’s my prize?” you whisper. He grabs your face and kisses you softly, exploring all the edges of your mouth.  Moaning your knees start to collapse. He scoops you up and gently sets you on the bed. He grabs the end of your t-shirt and pulls it over your head. Thank god I wore my cute bra you think. His mouth comes back to yours. This time it’s wet, hot and rough. His hands begin stroking your already hard nipples. “Gabe,” you whisper, “I am ready let’s skip the foreplay.”  He leans back and looks into your eyes. Next thing you know you are flat on your back and he’s pressing into you. When his skin touches yours, you hiss. “How are we…never mind”, you moan as he presses against you closer.  His mouth devours yours as he slides into you. Your breath catches in your throat. His pace quickens as you thrust your hips up to meet his. You rake your nails down his back and a guttural moan bursts from his lips. For the next several minutes all you hear is flesh against flesh, moans and sighs.  As you reach your climax, you scream his name so loud you are sure people on the street heard it. When you can finally think clearly you open your eyes. To see your own bedroom walls. No Gabe, no motel room. Rolling over you grab your pillow and realize it was another dream.