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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[disassembling]

[These little traditions that he was exposed to was all for them. He had already lurked around beyond these walls when James was safely with Steve or sleeping soundly to understand other methods of the traditions of this light-filled holiday. Gifts for the loved one's he had taken in easily, a principle he understood without it having to be explained.

He had gifted Steve many, many times in the past when they had been courting. He hadn't realized it was courting until it had completed, but so many gifts had been shared between them.

He still eyed the mistletoe from where he stood under it, his arms curling tighter around Steve's body. He tipped his head back more with the kisses, his hips increasing their sway with the contact of those hands he was so intimately familiar with.]

Poisonous for you perhaps... I am built with a far stronger stomach than a normal human. Though if I can't eat that... what can I eat? [His eyes trailed down Steve's face and neck and then chest rather significantly.]

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[ Steve is very aware of the fact that Bucky's in a mischievous mood -- possibly also peckish, considering how he's eyeing him up. But he has faith that his achingly beautiful merman would never eat him (at least, when he's still alive).

Continuing to kiss his jaw as Bucky contemplates the sprig, he sighs; now that Bucky's curiosity is roused, he's very sure that Bucky won't rest until he gets a taste of it. He can feel him clinging, the warmth of his body a welcome one against his. Still, he tries to distract him, because that's what husbands do. ]

Do you want some fresh fish instead?

[disassembling]

[Steve's default when he was expressing interest to eat something that he wasn't allowed to was tempting fish. Oh how he enjoyed fish, especially the cool fresh fillets that Steve always managed to find and lure him with. His eyes darted to the sprig above their heads and he kissed his mate hungrily, hands sliding up the back of Steve's shirt as he ground his hips into the blond's.

He pulled back with a wet kissing sound.] What if I want to eat you here under this apparently special branch?

[He slid to his knees, dragging his hands back down Steve's back and over his mate's ass before he leaned in and grasped the hem and button with his sharp teeth, shaking his head with a low growl.]

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You're going to get lonely when you want sex that'll make your toes curl.

[ Steve teased him, but it was short-lived when Bucky slid to his knees and was practically going to rip the button off of his pants. Steve was not afraid of it, not even the sharp teeth that was in such close proximity to his dick. Bucky was a savage killer, wild and ferocious when provoked (sometimes even when unprovoked), but he knew that he could never hurt him, not even if he wanted to.

His kiss lingered on Steve's lips, and he licked them contemplatively, helping him unzip his trousers, easing out his half-hard cock, letting it bounce lightly under Bucky's chin. His eyes gleamed with gentle mischief, with passion. ] Unless you mean a different kind of eating. Are you hungry, Buck?

[disassembling]

[He smirked because he had no intention of consuming Steve's flesh unless his mate was dead, dying or completely compromised. There were no other situations in which he would allow the blond to actually be free of him, and he hoped that Steve knew that. They were not parting ways for long, certainly never so long as when he had been stationed in HYDRA and Steve in the ice.

His eyes remained fixed on Steve's face even as he jerked and tugged those trousers down his mate's legs to pool at Steve's ankles. He wanted the freedom that his actions deserved after all, and he growled as he raised a hand to grip the half-hard flesh to give it a few long firm strokes.]

It's high time that you were left swaying and squealing. Let's see if I can make your toes curl, hmmm? If this branch is so special, it should be a wonderful experience for you.

[The tip of his tongue caressed Steve's erection, tracing thick veins and tickling his tongue on the nest of golden pubes. He kissed his way back up to the swollen head and drew it into his mouth, sucking greedily while his hand returned to stroke the rest of the considerable length.]

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You are a wonderful experience for me.

[ Steve teases him, thrilling under those lewd promises. He doesn't have the opportunity to continue, not when that talented mouth suckles at his cock, warm and wet and so very willing. There are many, many who would fall for his guppy's charms, and it turns out that Steve's the lucky man that he chose.

His fingers tangle in his hair, cupping the back of his head with a loving warmth, but he can't help himself from thrusting just a little into his mouth, unable to look away from the way Bucky's nose is practically buried in his curls. His eyes lid at the incredible pleasure, aching and throbbing and eager for more. ] Oh, Buck --

[disassembling]

[He trilled at Steve's words, but he was busy concentrating on what he was doing. It wasn't that often that there was flesh in his mouth which he wasn't biting down on, so it took effort to fight age old instinct as Steve's long thick erection slid in and out of his mouth.

His blue eyes still peered up the large length of Steve's body to regard his mate's face, studying the reactions as the slick sound of his mouth working filled the room. He sucked harder when he had Steve almost ramming down his throat, his tongue laving considerable attention on the hot flesh.

He rumbled a predatory sound, drinking in every little detail of this like it was a chase for prey. Steve was glorious and golden in all ways. And so entirely his, shared only with a sleeping toddler in another room.]

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[ He fucks his lover's throat and mouth hard, knowing that he can take as good as he gets -- his Bucky's always good that way, isn't he? And he knows what he wants, because it's what Steve wants to give him, what Bucky's so shamelessly encouraging.

He comes with a soft cry in the wake of Bucky's little predatory growls, completely smitten and hopelessly in love with him as thick, hot semen spills down Bucky's throat. Steve wills him to swallow it all down, swept away by something this obscenely intimate -- he remembers how Bucky's loved this, how they've shared all of this together ever since the first time they've tried it on each other.

His fingers are still buried in Bucky's hair, cradling the back of his head as he comes down from his high, dick softening in his lover's mouth and trusting him not to bite down. Bucky would hurt anyone but their little family, and he trusts him with his life. ]