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.

Comments

couch shenanigans.

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[ Bucky is four months pregnant with their second child (Steve hopes it's a girl this time, although he'd be happy with either), and everything has been going as smoothly as it ought. Of course, the changes in Bucky's physiology, the gentle swell of his stomach indicating that the pregnancy has taken hold, stirs up something delightfully primal in Steve, makes him possessive and even more insatiable than he's ever been.

His mate is a mother and there is life growing once again in his womb, and the truth of it is that Steve has never found that sexier and more compelling than now. Which is why he'd pretty much distracted his mate from folding clothes once he'd come home from working up a sweat at the gym, high on endorphins and desire and wanting attention from his mate.

James is asleep in his tank, Steve's made sure of it, and he pushes the stack of clothes from the couch that's standing between him and his pregnant mate, leaning forward to kiss him hard. ]

How about we catch up a little while James sleeps, huh? [ He says sweetly against his lips, wanting to mark Bucky all over again, show the world that he's his. ] I missed you. [ Even though the last time they got frisky was pretty much eleven hours ago. ]

[disassembling]

[Pregnancy had its benefits, the keen attention that Steve gave him being one of them. It certainly allowed him to get away with a significantly higher food bill, though for now, he made an effort to stay away from seeing how any of their neighbours tasted. He knew that would never fly no matter how big he swelled or how much he pleaded that the fresh meat was necessary. He was far less blood thirsty at this stage than he had been with James, but he was cunning and patient and more than that... he was horny as all hell almost all the time.

He folded laundry because it was a necessary duty, watching their son sleep nestled into the foliage of the tank, curled up in a bed of kelp. James was always a good sleeper, and it seemed to be coming in handy more and more as his pregnancy progressed and the swell of his belly became undeniable. He paused in folding the last shirt of Steve's when his pile was shoved to the floor, blue eyes lifting and drinking in all the signs set before him. He wasn't even the least bit annoyed by the ruined folding.

He groaned at the kiss, and he boldly slipped a hand between them to grope Steve's groin with his hand.] How about you fill me up and make me dirty inside again? It's been longer than I like, punk. [He offered a predatory grin and nipped at Steve's lower lip, not even bothering with any subtlety as he began to shove down his mate's pants.]

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[ Steve laughs when Bucky so boldly reaches for him, and it's delightful to feel that hand fondling his cock again, warm and so very welcome. His Bucky is a devil in the sack, and it's just as well that Bucky's insatiable, too -- he can't imagine not having this kind of response whenever Steve reaches for him.

He makes a note to re-fold the laundry later, pushing Bucky back towards the edge of the couch as he kisses him again and again, a hand splaying over his gently swelling stomach, his heart skipping at the beat at the knowledge that life is growing inside of his Bucky, and he's responsible for it. Making a soft noise of approval, he tugs Bucky's shirt off and away, pushing down his trousers to get him nice and naked under him, humming softly as he wiggles out of his own pants and kicks it aside. ]

I love the way you talk. [ He growls softly. ] Gonna mark you up, baby. Pound into you so hard you'll have to crawl back to bed.

[disassembling]

[He hissed as if issuing a threat for being pushed around, but he willingly goes. He slid to rest against the arm of the couch, purposefully palming Steve and sighing against his mate's mouth between kisses. He was so hot and bothered it was ridiculous, and it was also a wonder that they happened to get any chores done when in the apartment together at the same time.

He shifted out of his clothing with Steve's help, already wet between his legs, and he pressed his stomach into his mate's hand. He shuddered at the dirty talk, baring his teeth and then tipping his head back to expose his throat as he parted his legs wide and inviting for his mate.]

Not too hard or she'll be angry with you. [He slid his hand over his belly and caught Steve's hand there, entwining their fingers.] But I want her to know how strong and relentless her sire is. But if I still have to crawl to bed... I expect you to be there as well.