This isn't the Little Mermaid

[nonfrangible]

Who: James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers
When: Various
What: Mermaid AU - Bucky is a mermaid, an apex predator with a curiosity of humans and grows fond of Steve Rogers.
Warnings: Gore, killing for the purpose of feeding, Steve getting into trouble.

Starters inside.

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[163]

[ It was so adorable when his mate waddled, when he clearly was a little too big to properly walk, and when they were in his nest, Steve moved, drawing him as close as he could, his hand moving over Bucky's own, flesh over metal, and he tilts his head, letting the cap rest on it as he smiled.

He could never really understand Bucky's instincts, but it was all right, he accepted them anyway, and kissed his mouth lazily, drawing his mate down onto the comfortable nest with him. It was a bit of a squeeze, but ultimately soft and comfortable. ]

Remind me to buy new clothes tomorrow and keep it out of your reach.

[disassembling]

[He admitted that the cap changed the picture to something that tugged on shattered and scattered memories, and his eyes studied Steve's face intently as their hands stroked over their prize living off of him. The smile drew a small one at the corner of his lips.] Look at you, my handsome one. You should wear that all the time that you're in the house.

[A pause.] In bed.

[It was awkward going from standing to laying down given his size, but with Steve's help he didn't just flop over like a dead fish. He stretched out before swinging a leg over his mate's hips and straddling them, letting his mate feel his slick against hip and thighs.]

I will always find them. My nest is complete, and I have no need to add to it outside of you being in it all the time.

[163]

I'll do that whenever you like.

[ Steve promised, basking under Bucky's admiration, happy to have pleased him. He helped, of course, his heavily pregnant mate was on the occasion unwieldy, but it was nothing that Steve did not adore, happy to have him and their child growing inside of him.

He could feel it, the slickness and how ready he was, but Steve was careful, hands smoothing up strong, powerful thighs before he guided himself right into his willing sheath, sliding inside of him with a soft groan of pleasure. ]

--can't be in it all the time, Bucky.

[disassembling]

[His hips rocked and the idea of Steve wearing that cap was tantalizing. It was probably a good thing that he was already pregnant because their activities were never benign with each other anymore and all interactions somehow ended the same way. He huffed a noise of pleasure as they worked together with shifting thighs and hands until he sunk down onto top of his mate.

He groaned a throaty sound of pleasure, tucking his knees tight up against Steve's sides.]

Yes you can. You just have other obligations that require you to leave, but you can ignore those and stay with me. I'll sing us both supper.

[163]

Mmm, I'll stay with you. No supper.

[ Steve negotiated, because he knew very well how Bucky would take this as truth if he allowed him to, and the next thing he knew he would have another devoured person on his hands. No, his Bucky knew to keep to the rules, and Steve eased that by grinding inside of him, seeking to make him feel good.

He loved the way Bucky showed his pleasure, and he smiled all the same into the kiss, careful to adjust to his lover's weight and size, and even more careful not to hurt him. A hand slid down to cup his cock, thumbing over it with warm affection. ]

You're so beautiful to me, Buck.

[disassembling]

But if you get hungry, I'm more than willing to provide. It could be something delicious we share together.

[He was more than well-aware that Steve would not deny his nature and respected it, but right now, secrecy required that he not give into it. The rules were in place to keep them both safe, but it was so tempting to provide especially settled as they were in his nest. It was perfect and Steve was perfect, and he wanted little else from the situation save perhaps to lick blood from Steve's handsome flesh.

He used his legs to rise and fall on Steve's length, impaling himself with a rocking motion of his body which looked greatly exaggerated because of his girth. His head fell back on his neck as he trilled a sound of pleasure as he pressed himself into Steve's hand.]

You are mine, Steven Rogers. Never forget that. Especially in my nest where you belong.

[163]

Sashimi?

[ Steve asks, because that's about the only thing they can legitimately share together, and the idea of them dining with each other is an attractive one. He could never tether his lover down into something unnatural to him, but circumstances demand more care, more consideration.

He can't let Bucky draw more attention to himself that he already has, not when he means so much to him. Steve gasps, wide eyed with pleasure as Bucky sinks himself into him, and he shifts to hold him closer, this stunningly incredible bearer of his child.

Steve leans up to kiss him again, hands sliding down to squeeze his ass, thrilling at Bucky's song. ] I know. I know, Buck. Roll your hips a little, I'll make you feel good.

[disassembling]

Only because your species abhors cannibalism.

[And Steve was also very good about bringing him choice and juicy salmon which he supposed was nice on rice if they wanted it that way. It was the kind of meal to have in apparent polite company, not that they had any guests over, not with his current condition as what it was. Besides, he was at the point where he only wanted Steve for himself.

He rotated his hips to one side, twisting his body around Steve's as he rolled with a swim-like undulation. His hands snap out to curl around Steve's shoulder as they kiss, and he immediately nibbled on his mate's lower lip. He rolled at the request, being as aggressive as well as needy in the process.]

You always do. Ah Steve, I want to see the sea.

[163]

[ Bucky's always managed to merge aggressive and needy into something that calls specifically to Steve, his lover's very own siren's song, and Steve always answers, more than eager to soothe, to sate and to give him whatever he needs, no matter how tenuous it is.

His embrace is ardent, passionate when he sinks into him, and his heart aches when he hears the obvious longing in his voice, the yearning to see the sea again, his home. Steve is guilty that he's keeping Bucky away from it, and he leans up to kiss him, again and again. ]

Soon, Bucky. I'll take you there soon. [ His home -- Bucky had agreed to stay with him this long because he loves him, simple as that, but Steve can't bring himself to separate Bucky from it any longer than he must. ] I'm sorry.

[disassembling]

[There was no point returning to the sea and leaving Steve behind, not after all that they had been through together. He would see the waves again within a few months and that knowledge kept the urges at bay; it helped that Steve was always close to him as well. His reason for staying was paramount in his mind even as his girth expanded.]

I stay for you. I have no regrets. I won't leave you behind, Steven Rogers. [He gently dragged his finger nails down Steve's ribs as he rolled his hips and began to ride his mate in earnest, filling himself with pleasure even as the little one inside of him kicks and shifts with the sudden unexpected motions of his body.]

Soon we'll enjoy the sea together, and then maybe it will be you convincing me to let you settle on the sand, hmm?

[163]

[ Steve gasps, shuddering as his beloved mate takes his pleasure from him, when he shifts and twists as gracefully as he does in the water, so very beautiful. He sits up with him, leans up to kiss him as he thrusts up in equal enthusiasm, thinking about what it would be like to be in the sea with him. ]

I would drown. [ Steve says quietly, wrapping his arms around his pregnant mate and pressing his mouth over his. He could almost feel it, their little one shifting and curling, and he leans closer, wildly protective, spiralling towards his own pleasure and intent to drag Bucky along with him. ] How do I -- aaah -- stay with you in the sea, Buck?

[disassembling]

[His hands snap up to grasp at Steve's shoulders, gripping them so that he didn't have to stop the motions of his body as he rode his mate in his seemingly precious nest. He had long ago decided that the sea would be much better with Steve in it, as his mate had been when they were much younger and care-free. It had been a long time.]

I wouldn't let you. [He kissed Steve hard, issued a soft breath that contained just a tingle of his power, grown with him into adulthood. He moved his hips faster, driving himself down on Steve and his breathing came faster than usual given the bulk he was carrying and the difficulty expanding his lungs all the way.]

I could breathe into you, fill your lungs with the ability to process water, like when we were younger. Do you remember that feeling? I can have it last much longer now, I think.

[163]

[ Steve's fingers close around his lover's turgid cock, rubbing against the heavy swell of his belly, intent to bring him as much pleasure as Bucky deigns to bring him, moving up and down on him that way, riding him like he's the most important person in the world.

He kisses him back with a soft groan, aware of Bucky's condition, careful not to let him overexert himself as he thrusts back up, meeting him halfway and taking over what he's doing. ] Mmm. I'd love that.

[ His kiss is still warm on his lips when Steve murmurs, lightly slapping his rump. ] Buck. On your hands and knees now, come on.

[disassembling]

[The length of his body shuddered as he pressed his erection into Steve's fingers, wanting more stimulation but his belly was in the way of full stroking. Their position didn't allow for it easily either, and he was very intent on keeping his rhythm because it was getting more difficult to start again after a stoppage.

He hissed at the slap but more the suggestion of a change of position. He had just got a good rhythm, but the feel of Steve pounding into him was far too easy to consider. He still grumbled like he was put out the entire way as he hobbled from Steve's lap to his hands and knees, his back bowing a little with the weight of his belly.]

I'm only doing this because you brought me fish. [He handed Steve his old uniform cap.] Wear that and you can do whatever you want to me.