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sparkle-fiend · 9 months
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Finally finished this mermay piece!! (Better late than never right?)
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super freaking busy lately but I had time to throw together another sketch for @just-my-latest-hyperfixation 's fic Just Add Water 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
(the only thing I love more than steddie is platonic stobin and I've FINALLY done some art for them 🙌)
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momotonescreaming · 1 year
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Modern au where Steve is a part time aquarium mermaid.
He's studying to be a marine biologist or something, living in a big city, loves swimming, loves the ocean, and leapt at the chance to work at his local aquarium. Even if most of his job is swimming around in a long, dark blue, mermaid tail. Merman tail? And honestly? He kind of loves it. He gets to swim amongst the tropical fish, gets to wave at kids and do tricks in the water. The aquarium discount is nice too.
Eddie always thought the ocean was cool growing up. It seemed freeing, even if he was never very good at swimming. When he was little, before he moved in with Wayne full time, apparently he had told his uncle he wanted to be a fish when he grew up. And being a poor kid in a landlocked state, he didn't exactly get the opportunity to go to the beach, or visit those big aquariums, and his interest in the ocean sort of stagnated there.
So when he got older, and him and Wayne moved to the city, his uncle got him an annual pass to the aquarium. And Eddie was going to make sure Wayne got his money's worth.
So on weekends off or afternoons after work, he'd go to the aquarium. Watch the penguins being fed, or the keeper talks in the otter enclosure. Walk through the tanks and watch the fish. And then at the end he'd sit on the bench by the huge tank they have with all the different sorts of fish in them. And he'd put on his headphones and listen to music, or pull out a notebook and work on a dnd campaign as he watches the fish.
One day, a gaggle of young kids rush in excitedly, chattering about how excited they are to see the mermaids. Eddie furrows his brow until he sees a person in the tank, peering around the coral and the rocks with his brown hair flowing around his head. He swims closer, and that's when Eddie sees the navy blue merman tail the guy is wearing. Hugging his legs, and blending in seamlessly with his waist. A girl swims out after him, in a matching pink tail and shell bikini top. They wave and blow kisses at the kids, doing twirls and flips and tricks.
And listen, Eddie's got eyes. The dude is hot as hell. Nice toned muscles, tanned skin dotted with moles, square jaw. He's exactly Eddie's type, but he's working, and in a fishtank, so Eddie sits and watches.
Eddie keeps visiting the aquarium in his free time, and by coincidence he keeps ending up in front of the tank when the mermaid and the hot merman is there. And the guy waves at him, and smiles, and Eddie shyly smiles back with a lil wave of his own. And Eddie swears it's almost like the guy is happy to see him. Not just putting on the act.
One day when the hot merman shows up, Eddie has been doodling fish in his sketchbook. And fuck it, he sketches the merman. He's hot and Eddie's an artist. Why not right? Only when he looks up, the merman is right up by the glass, watching him. They lock eyes, and the guy mimes at him in a watery version of charades. Are you drawing?. And Eddie nods, before taking a deep breath and flipping the sketchbook around so the guy can see. The merman squints as he looks before his eyes widen as he points at himself. You drew me?. Eddie nods again, blushing faintly, and watches as the guy gets all flustered and then pretends to swoon in the water. Eddie goes to sit back down and the guy swims off to get some air.
Later, Eddie's still drawing, listening to music on full blast through his headphones, completely in the zone, when he feels a tap on his shoulder. He jumps, startled, and turns to see the merman in front of him, wearing jeans and a polo, looking a little sheepish. He apologizes for startling him, his name's Steve. And fuck, if he isn't prettier up close.
Eddie introduces himself, and the guy - Steve - asks him sort of sheepishly if he actually drew him? It was sort of hard to see through the water and the glass. Eddie says yeah he did, sorry if that's creepy, but drawing and watching the tank makes his brain quiet. It's calming.
And Steve says he get it. He gets Eddie. And they chat, and they flirt, and at the end, Eddie asks Steve if he wants to see the drawing, if he wants to keep it. And Steve light up, and he looks so happy, so before he can think to hard about it - Eddie writes his name and cellphone number on the bottom of the page - and rips it out and hands it to Steve.
And Steve beams.
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szczurherbacany · 11 months
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its mermay so an obligatory siren eddie is in place 🫡
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muffinshark · 10 months
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🧍‍♂️🐟
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maikaartwork · 8 months
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@xirayn suggested that mer!Eddie learns to speak English the way Starfire did in the Teen Titans universe. It’s THIS scene, if you don’t know what I’m talking about.
They also promised to write a blurb about it if I draw it, so here we are. Mer!Eddie kissing staff member Steve to obtain some language skills, because mermaid magic.
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morganbritton132 · 1 year
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Eddie posts a Tiktok, talking about how Steve isn’t a big texter - he’s something worse, a caller - but when he does text Eddie, half the time it’s incomprehensible. The background of the video is a screenshot of a text conversation that starts with Steve sending Eddie a mermaid emoji. Eddie responds like, what does that mean???
Eddie gestures to where he blacked out the picture Steve sent him, “This is a picture of him in the bath. He wanted me to join him. How was I supposed to get that from a mermaid??”
Dustin stitches the video with a screenshot of a conversation he and Steve had a few weeks ago. Steve sent him a picture of a lizard one of his students found and asked, “Who is this?”
Dustin says in text and in the video that it’s ridiculous that Steve just assumes he knows the names of all the types of lizards out there. It’s also annoying because *Dustin moves to reveal the part of the conversation where he tells Steve that it’s an Eastern Fence Lizard* “I did actually know what kind of lizard it was.”
Dustin ignores the part of the conversation where Steve asks if it’d eat a cat.
Robin wordlessly stitches a screenshot of Steve asking, “What does it mean if a student called me based? Is that good?”
Mike stitches Eddie’s original video with a screenshot of his last text conversation with Steve where Steve says that he can’t do movie night. He’s having a Michael. Mike responded to this unprovoked attack like, “…Did you serious name your migraine after me?”
Will stitches his video and tells them to stop. Steve doesn’t have Tiktok and can’t defend himself. Meanwhile, his background is a screenshot of a text where Steve sent him one of those ‘I’m in your walls’ memes and says “You in 83. Lol.” He sends another text five minutes after saying, “Sorry if you’re still sensitive about that.”
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citronbun · 27 days
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Introducing: The older mer brothers ! 🧜‍♂️🧜🏼‍♂️
Ft. Mermaid!AU with Curtis Everett & Ari Levinson
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libraryofgage · 5 months
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Mermaid/Pirate Steddie Five
One | Two | Three | Four
*slaps top of the fic* this bad boi has everything: mermaids, fluff, reunions, Eddie being a simp, protective mom Steve
Anyway, stick around to the very very end for a meme hot off the presses about this part lmao
as always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;P
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It takes Robin and the guppies three days to reach the ship Erica mentioned. They're all irritable, and the only thing that keeps them from snapping at each other is the idea that Steve might be hurt or in danger. Robin thinks they might have torn each other apart otherwise, and she can't even say for sure that she would have stopped the guppies from engaging in a full-on brawl.
So, to say she's beyond relieved when they finally catch up to the ship is an understatement.
But now they need to plan. The ship is way too close to a port city; close enough that any of the pirates could survive long enough to swim that way and spread the story of a murderous pod. Which, honestly, wouldn't do much for keeping all mermaids safe and on good enough terms with humanity that regular humans don't hunt them for sport. It does nothing to stop the pirates, but still.
"We could just make sure to drown everyone," Max suggests, watching the bottom of the ship with narrowed eyes.
Robin almost agrees, but then she stops. Because she knows Steve. If even one person on that ship wasn't an asshole to him, he'd say to spare them, and that could result in the aforementioned spreading of murderous pod stories. But after he's been trapped for so long, Robin wouldn't be able to argue with any request. She's already imagined him dead and strung up like a trophy more than she'd like to admit. She couldn't stand to see him frown after that.
So, she shakes her head, a frustrated bubble pattern flaring from her gills. "We need to be smarter about this," she says.
"We didn't strategize before sinking the other one," Will points out.
"That one kidnapped him. This one might have rescued him, and we should show mercy if that is the case," El says, stretched out and floating on her back. She's the most relaxed of them, and Robin wonders if it's because of that sixth sense she's got going.
"El is right," Robin says, crossing her arms and studying the ship. "We should be more careful about this."
"We could try signaling him," Dustin suggests. "Like, uh, dolphin noises or something."
"If we do that," Lucas says, "we'll need to give him enough time to respond without anyone around."
Robin nods, agreeing with both of them. "Okay, here's what we're gonna do. I'll swim closer while you guys stay here. We have that dumb screech system Steve made us memorize, so I'll use that to signal him. Then we'll wait until the sun rises tomorrow. That should be enough time for him to respond. If he doesn't, we'll sink the ship," she says.
"What if he's not on it?" Mike asks.
"We'll keep one human alive for questioning," Will says, looking at Robin and flashing a tiny, relieved smile when she nods in agreement. "We'll probably have to drown them either way, though."
"Well, we don't need to tell them that," Erica says, snorting as she reaches out to pet a fish that swims by. It's tiny enough to weave through her fingers twice before swimming on.
"Yeah, definitely won't be telling them," Robin agrees, trying and mostly failing to hold back an amused smile. "Okay, stay here. I'll be back after a few minutes. While I'm gone, Erica is in charge."
A chorus of protests chases after Robin as she swims away, heading toward the surface. The sun shines brighter the closer she gets, and she winces when her head finally breaks through the water. It reflects off the ocean, sparkling and blinding as the water shifts and flows.
Robin huffs and sinks down until only her eyes are above the water. The ship is a few yards away, and she can't see anyone moving around on the deck from this distance. She slowly moves closer, her ear fins straining as she tries to listen for any sign of life. Or Steve. Actually, she'd love to hear any sign of Steve from the ship.
Unfortunately, she doesn't.
Once she's close enough to touch the ship, hiding in the shadow it casts over the water, she circles it once. There are a few windows along the hull, but none of them are actually open. That could make it harder for Steve to hear her, but Robin will just be extra loud to compensate.
Robin clears her throat, rolls her shoulders, flicks her tail, and rises until her chin is above the water. She then lets out a sound that can only be classified as the dying shrieks of a dolphin and seagull's abomination of a love child. She makes this noise twice, but each one lasts a few seconds.
Robin can't risk any of the humans seeing her when they investigate the noise. If they are holding Steve captive, they might hurt him even more if they know another mermaid is around. So, she dips below the water, completely submerging and waiting anxiously for a response.
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Steve has discovered the wonders of just sprawling on a solid surface, his arms thrown to the side and his tail stretched out as he stares up at the ceiling. It's oddly calming, and Steve can almost trick himself into thinking the bobbing of the ship is the ocean itself.
That's what Steve is doing now, forcing himself to relax and brace himself for telling Eddie that he has to leave for a while to find Robin and the guppies. His eyes are closed, and he's running through every possible outcome of that conversation. The second best case scenario (Eddie decides to come with him in a tiny boat) is playing out when he hears it.
The Emergency Shriek.
The last time he'd heard it, Dustin was desperately crying out for help as he struggled against the net that dragged him to the surface. Steve's reaction then had been the exact same as his reaction now. He jolts, his eyes wide and all of his fins flaring in preparation for the fastest swimming of his life, and his lips are pulled back in a vicious snarl to display his fangs and scare off the threat.
But he's on a boat, in the captain's cabin, and that window is way too small for him to climb through. Steve doesn't really think (he can't, actually; his brain has officially gone into Guppies and Robin In Danger Mode). He drags himself to the door of the cabin, digs his fingers into the space beneath, and uses all his strength to rip it off.
The wood groans and the hinges shriek and then the bottom half of the door comes off in his hands. Steve tosses it to the side and crawls through, his tail twitching and flopping in a vain attempt to move faster. If anyone were to actually witness this, they'd probably find it somewhere between utterly terrifying and unfortunately hilarious. A giant fish is dragging and flopping along the floor, but it's also exuding the most intense aura of bloodlust most creatures have ever encountered.
And that bloodlust only gets worse when Steve comes to the stairs that lead to the deck. He stares at them, anger building in his chest at the obstacle they present and just how long it will take to climb them. By the time he reaches the top, Robin and the guppies could be dead, and Steve will have wasted time by uselessly trying to climb some stupid stairs.
He grits his teeth, claws digging into the wood beneath him. And then Steve suddenly realizes that he doesn't have to climb the stairs himself. He takes a deep breath, his gills flaring some to pull in more air, and screams as loud as he can, "EDDIE!"
Steve is absolutely going to reward Eddie for his speed (later, after his guppies and Robin are safe) because he immediately hears something crash above him, followed by swearing and frantic footsteps that stop at the stairs. "Stevie, what the fuck?" Eddie asks, panting as he hurries down the stairs.
"On the deck," Steve says, pushing up onto his tail and wrapping his arms around Eddie's neck when he starts leaning down. "Right now, Eddie. Actually, two minutes ago. As fast as you can. And to the edge of the ship. The railing. Now!"
Eddie, his wonderful and incredible Eddie, doesn't question him. He just scoops Steve up and carries him back up the stairs, fingers digging into Steve's waist when he nearly trips over the final step. He finds his balance again, barely, and strides over to the railing.
Steve can't see anything wrong with the water, but he knows the surface doesn't actually tell him anything useful. He frowns and looks at Eddie. "I'll be back," he promises before letting go of Eddie's neck and twisting to place his hands on the rail.
In one swift motion, he launches himself over the side, grimacing when he feels the edge of his tail fin smack Eddie's cheek along the way. But Steve doesn't let himself linger and focuses on the rush of water around him as he dives below the surface. His gills flare and he breathes for the first time in a while, his hair and body familiarly weightless, and Steve fully realizes how much he fucking missed being in the ocean.
But he can't linger on that relief and joy either.
Steve shoots through the water, swimming to wear he thinks the Emergency Shriek came from, only to be tackled as he rounds the edge of the ship. He yelps, his breath knocked out of him as he goes careening, arms wrapping around his waist like he's going to disappear. It takes exactly one second for him to recognize Robin, her hair floating in front of his eyes and her claws digging into his back.
"You're okay!" she shouts as their momentum starts to falter.
Steve wraps his arms around her and holds her close, one hand on the back of her head and the other around her waist. "Where's the danger?" he asks, scanning the water around them and frowning when he sees nothing.
Robin laughs and pulls away, grinning at him with relief clear in her eyes. "There isn't any, dingus. I was trying to see if you were on that ship," she explains.
Before she can say anything else or Steve can respond, several bodies crash into him from behind. "STEVE!"
They all go careening through the water again, and Steve can't help laughing this time. He tries to hug as many of the guppies as he can, running his fingers through their hair and over their shoulders to reassure himself and them that they're together again. They don't let up, though, and Steve is getting pulled deeper and deeper as they pile on top of him, each trying to get closer as Robin wraps her arms around his neck and buries her face in his nape.
"Okay, okay!" Steve says, a stupidly happy grin on his face, "I'm fine, I promise. I'm not hurt."
"But you were!" Will shouts, managing to push forward long enough for Steve to see the red in his eyes from crying. "We saw your scales in the other ship."
"I healed," Steve promises, gesturing at his tail. This gets the guppies to back off long enough to inspect his tail, all seven of them circling around and inspecting for new injuries.
"What's this?" Erica asks, pointing at the new scar.
"That's the wound that healed."
"I'm so glad you're okay," El says, finishing her inspection first and grabbing Steve's hand.
"Yeah, now we can wreck that ship!" Max says, her eyes lighting up with a vicious glee as she looks at the Corroded Coffin in the distance.
Steve blinks. "Wait, what?"
"This has been healed for a while, Steve," Max explains, gesturing to his tail, "So, they must have been keeping you captive, right? Let's sink them."
"I bet they've got some great treasure on there," Dustin says, lingering closer to Steve's shoulder even as he looks at the ship, studying it with the same face he studies squids he wants to try trapping.
And, yeah, Dustin would be right. There is some great treasure in the Corroded Coffin. Steve's treasure. Eddie. "We are not sinking the ship," he says, his voice firm. It's his official Caretaker Voice, and it makes all the guppies stiffen slightly as they look at him. "The...humans there saved me."
A few seconds pass, and then Robin behind him gasps. "You fell in love!" she shouts, using Steve's shoulders to brace herself as she pushes up and leans over his head. "With a human!"
"Wh-how could you tell?!" Steve asks, looking up at her as the guppies start clamoring for his attention as well.
"Was it the captain?" Will asks, eyes a little brighter but also warier.
"Is he ugly?" Mike asks, his tone implying that he already believes the answer to be yes.
"Dude, how could you fall for a human?!" Dustin shouts, his nose wrinkled up in slight disgust.
"Have you been courting a human the whole time we've been looking for you?" Erica asks, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Yeah! How long have you been healed, then?" Max adds, moving next to Erica and glaring at Steve.
"Wait, so we're not sinking the ship?" Lucas asks, failing to cover his disappointment as he gazes at the ship longingly.
"Congratulations, Steve. I'm sure he's very nice," El says, smiling at him, and Steve almost cries at her simple and accepting response.
"I want to meet him," Robin says.
And her words get the rest of the guppies to quiet down. They all share a few looks and then nod at Steve in sync. "Yeah, we need to meet him," Dustin says, apparently the spokesperson for the group.
Steve blinks, looking at the guppies and Robin. He wanted Eddie to meet his guppies and Robin, of course, but he's a little worried about what they'll do to Eddie. "Only if you promise not to drown him," he says, shooting each of them a hard look.
"I'm insulted you think we would," Robin says, scoffing as she swims to the guppies, facing Steve. "Now, go get your soft and very drownable human down here."
Steve rolls his eyes and motions for the guppies and Robin to follow as he swims toward the surface. He doesn't plan to let them out of his sight, and he knows the feeling is mutual.
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Exactly twenty minutes and 13 seconds have passed since Steve threw himself over the rail of the ship, and Eddie hasn't moved. He knows his crew is a little concerned, especially when they notice the red cut across his cheek, but he waves them off when they try to pull him away from the railing to focus on something else.
He just can't risk Steve surfacing and not seeing him.
And his paranoia feels validated when Steve does surface and immediately smiles brightly at him, looking somewhere between relieved and ecstatic. "Eddie!" Steve shouts, waving like he doesn't always have Eddie's undivided attention, "Jump in!"
Here's the thing. When a gorgeous merman that Eddie has spent a bunch of time courting (and then kissing) tells him to jump into the ocean, Eddie is going to jump into the fucking ocean. "Just a second," he shouts back.
He kicks off his shoes, waves off Asher and Jeff when they try to convince him to not jump off the ship, and then launches himself over the railing. For a brief moment, Eddie feels weightless, and then he hits the water. His legs sting a little where they broke the surface, the cut on his cheek practically screams in protest, and a cascade of bubbles block his vision just as much as the salt that stings his eyes and makes everything blurry.
The blurriness does nothing to keep him from recognizing Steve when he swims closer, though. Steve is still grinning at him, and Eddie's grin in return falters slightly when he tries to kick to the surface and Steve stops him. Before Eddie can try to signal that he cannot, in fact, breathe underwater, Steve kisses him.
As they kiss, Steve's tongue pushes against Eddie's lips, carefully prying them open. Eddie leans closer to Steve, figuring he doesn't mind dying like this, and falters when he feels a bubble of air roll down his tongue and lodge in his throat. Steve pulls away, and Eddie inhales on reflex. The bubble in his throat gets a tiny bit smaller, and Eddie doesn't get any water in his lungs.
"Tug my arm when the bubble gets too small. You won't be able to talk underwater, but you won't drown." And then he notices the cut on Eddie's face. His smile drops some, and he leans forward, gently tracing his finger along the wound. "Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you," Steve says, his voice echoing and surrounding Eddie in the water.
Eddie shakes his head, waving his hand dismissively. It's at this point that he notices some blurry shapes a distance away, but he doesn't pay them too much mind. He focuses back on Steve and takes his hand, squeezing reassuringly before kissing his palm.
"It doesn't hurt, right?" Steve asks, his voice a little softer and slightly muffled but still one of the most beautiful things Eddie has ever heard.
Eddie shakes his head again and wraps his free hand around Steve's waist, pulling him closer. This is much easier to do in the water. He kisses Steve again, tasting salt more than anything else, and Steve takes the chance to replenish the air bubble despite its minimal use so far.
When he pulls away, he looks more relaxed. "Promise you'll let me know if you need more air?" he asks, his tone insistent and firm. Steve waits for Eddie to nod before grinning. "Great, because my guppies and Robin want to meet you. And, uh, they're really disappointed about not getting to sink your ship, but don't hold that against them."
Eddie blinks, suddenly wondering if maybe he shouldn't have jumped into the ocean at Steve's beck and call. But then he notices the way Steve moves so naturally in the water, how his hair floats and moves around him, how bubbles rise from his gills as he speaks, and Eddie knows he'd jump without thought all over again.
So, yeah, he guesses it's time to meet some guppies and Robin.
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And, if you've made it this far, here's a little meme for your entertainment
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disjointed-art · 9 months
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Mersteve is curious of this fluffy weird tailed thing that feel into the water.
Twitter is dying time to post all the back log of stuff I’ve forgotten to post here… sorry tumblr
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milf-harrington · 10 months
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im a whole week late, but heres a mermay sketch dump of steddie
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sparkle-fiend · 9 months
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The winner of the WIP poll was….. pirate!eddie x mermaid!steve 😄🧜‍♂️🏴‍☠️
I worked on it this weekend (for the first time in 3 weeks!). There’s still a lot to do on this one, but I think I’m finally feeling motivated to finish it 😁 (Thank you to everyone that voted!!!! 💖)
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While the Demon!Eddie train is still going strong I couldn't resist the siren's call of @just-my-latest-hyperfixation Mer!Steve 👑 waiting patiently for the next chapter of her fic Just Add Water 🙌
(not me making myself sad by drawing a sad/unsure steve but I promise I'll do something silly and/or spicy for the next one to make up for it)
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imgoom · 11 months
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FUNNY GAY SILLY FISH PEOPLE!!!!
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punkbarnes2 · 10 months
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I made this little Mermay themed art for you, after struggling almost and hour to come up with a good idea and sketch, but it turned out very good, i loved the result and the process ✨ 
Fisherman Steve finds a different kind of creature in his net
- a little update on the art: i put some blue on the water splashes on the bottom, in comparison to the one i posted on Instagram
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sinner-as-saint · 1 year
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some ancient call
Gargoyle!Steve x Mermaid!Reader (fantasy au) 
Run-through: When Steve first came to this peaceful, magical country where all manners of magical beings lived together in harmony, he didn’t know what to expect. He was a stern, stone cold and grumpy male so he was surprised when he managed to even make friends. And he was even more surprised when his heart of stone suddenly began racing whenever a certain pretty mermaid was in sight. He’d never been in love or liked someone before, he didn’t know how. So despite his feelings, he kept pushing you away. Afraid that he might ruin it all. But you were a stubborn one, and you refused to give up on the handsome gargoyle. 
Themes: grumpy x sunshine trope, fluff, smut, mermaid!reader, gargoyle!steve, banters, slight enemies to lovers, virgin!reader, hurt/comfort, size difference, HEA
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You smiled to yourself, standing on the jetty.
You were beyond thankful for your witch friend because thanks to her magical crystals, shifting to be able to walk on land was now ten times easier. 
Her magic acted like an amplifier to your own and shifting was quicker than it naturally was. Now, whenever you wanted to roam the woods, or go visit your friends on land, or even just get out of the lake for a while you could shift from having fins to having legs in the blink of an eye. 
You quickly slipped on the dress you’d brought with you as you stood on the jetty. Sure, it was completely drenched right now. But it was a flimsy thing and given that the sun was out, it would dry in no time. Besides, you of all people didn’t mind the wetness. 
You loved the lake. The tranquillity, the stillness in the air. How it was always foggy, and cold. There were a few lakes on these lands, the others were much larger and less cold so most of your friends moved but you remained here. This was your favourite place ever. Your friends visited often, almost each day but for the most part, the lake was your spot. 
The cold morning air made you shiver but you loved it. The birds chirped from deep inside the nearby woods, the sunrise turned the sky golden and the faintest of blues. You walked along the jetty and stared right ahead at another thing you loved about this lake and its surroundings - the two storey cabin which belonged to a certain grumpy, but dangerously handsome gargoyle. 
The first time you met Steve was when you were roaming the woods one morning, a few years ago… 
As per usual, that day you had gotten out of the lake, shifted and got dressed, then went for a walk. You had always loved the woods, the feeling of cold dirt and moss beneath your feet, the sound of birds and the feeling of rough tree barks. Not to mention the wild berries you loved so much. 
You often gathered a bunch and took them to the witch, who was one of your best friends, and she would bake them into the most delicious pies for you. 
So that day, while you were gathering your berries and dreaming about pies, you heard something in the woods. It sounded like a male voice. A grunt of some sort. Worried that someone might be injured you followed the sound and went to investigate. 
And that’s when you saw him. The gargoyle, lifting heavy rocks. Exercising, you figured. You couldn’t look away. He looked mostly like a human male, just much larger and taller than most. With large, dark mammalian wings. Like those of a bat just way larger. He also had a pointy tail. And horns at his hairline. He had longish dark hair, dark stubble on his face and a focused look in his eyes. He looked more like a fallen angel than a beast. 
His bare, muscular chest glistened in the minimal sunlight, his dark pants hugged his strong legs and you found your heart racing at the sight of his physique. Muscular arms, thick biceps, large hands, and he lifted those rocks like they weighed nothing. You watched him from behind a tree. Watched how his muscles flexed and moved. How he grunted and groaned occasionally. 
You’d never found a male this fascinating to look at before. But this beast of a male was a proper sight to behold. You watched like a little creep. 
Then you jumped in surprise when he said, out of nowhere, “You know it’s rude to stare.” His deep, monotonous voice sent shivers down your entire body. He didn’t stop lifting though, even as you sheepishly stepped out from behind the tree. 
“I apologise, I… I heard you and I was curious.” You said. Silence. “I’ve never seen you before, are you new here?” You asked with a smile. He grunted in response, still not meeting your eyes. “What’s your name?” You pushed, ignoring the way your body tingled just watching him. 
A grunt. Then, “Steve.” He answered, finally looking up at you. His eyes took your breath away but the look he gave you made you feel like you were next to nothing. He looked annoyed by your presence. Like he couldn’t bear to look at you for another second. 
Despite that, you gave him your best smile. “Well, hello Steve!” You said cheerfully, “I’m-,” 
“Go away.” He grunted, cutting you off rather rudely, before getting back to exercising. You watched him for a few more seconds, blinking and unable to process the unnecessary rudeness. He dropped the rocks and began doing pushups on the ground. 
You couldn’t bear the sight of his sinful body then. So you turned around and walked away quickly. Your face was burning in embarrassment. Though you could feel his stare on your back as you walked away. 
You huffed in anger once you were out of the woods. Screw the handsome gargoyle. He was the rudest male you’d ever encountered! You promised yourself you would never speak to him ever again. 
But then a week later, you bumped into him at the market. Literally bumped into him and he had to grab your elbow to keep you from falling to the ground. “Watch where you’re going.” He grunted almost angrily, still looking at you like the sight of you offended him. Wings tucked carefully behind him, tail swishing which only showed his annoyance. 
You pulled your hand away from his warm grasp, “You watch where you’re going!” You hissed, very much annoyed too. His blue eyes stared down at you. His pretty face frowned at you. He was devastatingly handsome, the kind of beauty one could stare at all day. “Don’t gargoyles turn into stone at sunrise anyway? What are you doing here then? Go perch somewhere!” 
You walked away quickly, joining your fellow mermaids at the faeries’ flower stand. He really needed to stop showing at your favourite places. First the woods, now the market? You sighed, looking around the place you were grateful you called home. 
The market was incredible, truly. Flowers, produce, meats, cheese, bread, clothes, jewellery,  you’d find anything here. Including grumpy gargoyles apparently. But you pushed the thoughts of the gargoyle with deep blue eyes and made your way over to your favourite shop, the witch’s. 
The next time you saw Steve after the market incident was at the lakeside. Your lake. And he was there lifting heavy tree logs and metal, and other tools which meant that he was building something. You watched him from the middle of the lake, only your head was visible above the surface so he didn’t notice you. But there were other males helping him so you didn’t want to get out. 
But you waited. You waited until the other males left at the end of the day. At around sunset, you got as close to the pebbly shore as possible, shifted and quickly put on your little dress before you walked up to the gargoyle and yelled in his face as he was packing up to leave. 
“What do you think you’re doing near my lake?” You asked, looking around at the logs which now after a day’s work looked like the foundation for something. A house, you realised. He was building a house. Here. 
“Building a cabin.” He grunted, wiping his hands on a cloth and paying little attention to you. He wouldn’t even look at you. 
You hissed, “Oh I don’t think so! I will not have a rude, grumpy neighbour. You… you cannot build a house here, not near my lake!” You argued, pissed off. 
Steve finally looked at you, staring into your eyes. “The lake might be yours, mermaid. But the lands surrounding it aren't. Besides, last I checked, this was a free country and anyone can build a home wherever they want as long as they’re not harming anyone.” He said. It was the most he’d ever said to you and you couldn’t help but notice how nice his deep voice was. 
You argued, unreasonably but desperately, “Well this is causing me a lot of harm.” 
He shrugged, wings moving behind him. His tail kept swishing around. He threw the cloth into a large bag filled with tools then picked the bag up and grunted, “I don’t care. I’m free to do what I want. In fact,” His voice deepened a little more as he took a step towards you, now standing mere inches away from you. You trembled at the proximity, that space between your legs tingling as he spoke, “I may even row across that little lake of yours if I wish to.” 
You held his stare, fuming as you said, “You so much as dip your toe into my lake, I will drown you.” Then you turned around and walked away. 
For the next few weeks, you didn’t see Steve at all. Mainly because you either stayed in your underwater caves or you spent all your time in the other lakes with your friends, or with your friends on land. You weren’t willing to admit it but you didn’t want to look at Steve at all, you didn’t want to watch his glorious body moving around as he built his house, with some of his friends’ help. So you stayed away as much as possible. 
But then came the day that changed everything. 
You reached near the shore, eyeing the cabin Steve had been building. The first floor was almost done, you noticed. And you hated to admit it but it looked cosy even when incomplete. You scoffed at the thought of the gargoyle. Was he in there right now? You knew he’d been wearing the magical crystals which helped him not turn into stone. So could he be walking around in his house right now?
You were just about to shift and maybe go peak in there when you felt a sudden pain in your tail. You looked down and found a large cut, from the middle of your tail down to your fins almost. You froze. You were bleeding and the pain was excruciating and you’d never seen so much blood before, so you panicked. 
Your tail flicked quicker in the shallow water because you couldn’t keep it still in panic but the movement also made you bleed even more. You hissed and cried in pain, not knowing what to do. 
And just then, you heard the flap of huge wings. You had tears in your eyes so as you looked up all you saw was a male figure with huge wings soaring above you, diving straight down to where you were. And in just a few moments, Steve landed on the shallow waters beside you. The water only came up to his thighs as he rushed over to you quickly. 
“Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay,” He said as he picked you up with ease, carrying you over to his cabin, “I’m here. I’ve got you, little one. It’s gonna be okay.” He carefully set you down on his large porch and assessed your wound. “What happened?” He asked. 
You sniffled, unable to look at it, “It must be one of the sharp rocks near the shore. I didn’t… it hurts so bad.” You cried, clutching his hand like your life depended on it. You looked up into his eyes and he looked like he was thinking about what to do. 
But then your eyes began drooping… and you watched the panicked expression on Steve’s face. You remember him cupping your face, saying, “Hey, stay with me. Come on, don’t…” His voice faded into nothing and there was only darkness after that. 
When you woke up again, you were in a large metal tub filled with lake water, with a pillow supporting your neck. The first thing you noticed was the fireplace keeping the room warm. And that you were indoors. You tensed up and looked down at your tail and found it properly bandaged. You could smell the medicine but you didn’t remember anything. You looked around, confused. 
Then a voice spoke up from the other side of the room. “You’re safe, don’t worry.” Steve said, walking up and standing by the side of the tub as he looked down at you. You immediately crossed your hands over your bare chest to hide your body but… you noticed you were wearing a shirt. 
One that was too large for you. One that would fit Steve’s huge shoulders. You were in Steve’s shirt. You looked up at him, a questioning look in your eyes as you watched him crouch down beside the tub. He rubbed his neck awkwardly and said, “I, uh… I had to go get the witch and her partner and, uh, I figured you wouldn’t wanna be naked around others, right?” 
You almost melted. Tears pooled in your eyes. You looked at him in gratitude. “Thank you, Steve.” You said, then pointed at your wound, “My friend, um, she did that?” 
Steve nodded, “Yeah. The witch also put medicine in the water and said that you are supposed to soak in it until tomorrow night. Hence the tub. She also said you have to keep the tail still so it can heal better. So, uh, we’re gonna be housemates for a while I suppose.” 
You thought about all the mean things you said to him and your eyes watered again. “Steve, I’m sorry,” You sniffled, “I am so, so sorry for everything I ever said to you. I take it all back.” You said. “Thank you for helping me.” You looked up at him with tears in your eyes. 
Steve didn’t smile, didn’t say anything. He just nodded and stood up again. “Is the fire okay? The witch said the warmth will do you good.” 
You smiled and nodded, “It’s okay. Thank you.” You said again. 
Steve just nodded and turned to walk away. “Yell if you need anything, I’ll be outside.” 
You looked out the nearest window and noticed it was still bright outside, maybe late in the afternoon so Steve must be outside building stuff. And sure enough, you heard the sound of him hammering shortly after. But the medicine soon put you to sleep. 
When you woke up again, it was morning. You’d slept for hours it seemed. You were to remain in the tub Steve had said and with your tail injured, you couldn’t shift either. So you sighed in the tub, and that’s when Steve walked in. 
“No need to pout. Just sit still until it heals and then you can go wherever you want.” He said, handing you food on a plate. 
“I’m not pouting,” You said, shoving bread and cheese in your mouth. “I’m just not used to staying in one place for too long.” 
Steve grunted, crouching down by the tub and inspected your tail casually, “I could tell by the way you shifted around, tossing and turning all night long in that tub.” 
You stopped chewing for a moment. “You were in here with me all night?” You asked. 
Steve looked up at you and nodded. “There’s a medicine that needs to be poured into the tub every two hours, so…” He trailed off. 
“Oh Steve,” You reached out and grabbed his hand, lacing your fingers together. “I’m terrible for being so mean to you before. I’m so sorry.” You whispered. You’d misjudged the male, you quickly realised. 
He grunted again, then took the empty plate from you and handed you a small vial of what you assumed was medicine. “Drink, sleep. You need rest to be able to heal.” He said, then turned around and walked away. 
You did as he asked and slept for the majority of the day. Steve woke you up once during the day and gave you some more food and more medicine. You felt much better already, the pain was almost gone. 
You woke up from another nap and noticed that it was night time. The witch’s magic and medicine had worked perfectly because now you could move your tail around in the tub with absolutely no pain. 
Steve walked in and saw you looking down at your tail, smiling like crazy. He grunted, “You’re all healed I see. Ready to go back home?” 
You nodded, and watched him approach the tub. He slid his arms in and picked you up easily then walked towards the door. It was nice and cool outside, and the lake looked magical with all the fog and moonlight. 
Steve walked towards the shore and stepped into the water. He stopped when the water was at his waist before gently lowering you down in it. He stayed still for a moment as you tested your swimming. He watched you as you swam around him once, twice then dove in for a few seconds before coming back, smiling at him. 
“It doesn’t hurt anymore!” You exclaimed, swimming closer to him and throwing your arms around his neck without thinking. But to your surprise, your grumpy neighbour wrapped an arm around you. “Thank you, Steve. I don’t know what I would do without you. And I’m sorry for everything I said to you.” 
“Be careful.” He said as you pulled away. Then he looked down at you and handed you something. It was another vial of medicine. “Drink it before going to sleep.” 
You couldn’t help but tease him, “Who knew you’d be such a good nurse, Steve?” You took the vial and drank it. Then said, swimming around him, “Think I’ll come knocking on your door whenever I’m hurt now.” 
He grunted. “I better hold on to that tub then.” 
You chuckled. “Thank you for everything.” You leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He went so still you were afraid he might’ve turned to stone in the water. You held back from giggling and said, “Good night, neighbour. I’ll see you soon.” 
You knew he watched you as you swam away. 
When you swam up to the surface the next day, you found Steve working on something in the water. But it wasn’t his house. So you swam as close as you could to the shore, not wanting to shift yet and neither wanting to cut yourself again, and called out, “What are you doing?” 
Steve turned to look at you, then turned back around and said, “Building a jetty.” 
You frowned. “Why?” 
“It’ll extend deep into the lake.” He explained slowly, though grumpily. “So you don’t have to get close to the shore to shift. You can just get on it, shift, and walk down to the shore. No more cuts, and no more mermaids in tubs in my living room.” 
You couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped your lips. “Was I that bad of a housemate?” You asked. 
Steve turned to look at you, with that same frown on his pretty face. Except now you didn’t mind it because you knew it was just a mask. Deep down, he was a caring and kind soul. The frown, the grunts, the grumpiness and the rude tone was just his armour that he wore. 
“You snore.” He accused in all seriousness, then got back to work. 
“I do not!” You laughed then swam a little closer. “Do you need help?” 
And so, it took you two a few days but the jetty was built nicely. It was sturdy too. And on the day that you finished building, you both sat on the edge and shared a quick dinner of bread, cheese and fresh berries. 
You thought it’d be better to not shift for a few more days so you sat beside Steve on the jetty with your tail dipped in the water. You noticed the way Steve looked at your tail just swishing around. 
“It’s healed up nicely.” You told him, looking into his eyes. Steve nodded but didn’t say anything and stared ahead. You watched his side profile and really, it should be a crime for someone to have that perfect of a side profile. His wings were tucked in behind him, his tail lay flat on the wood. He seemed so… relaxed. “I really am sorry, Steve.” You said.
This made him look right at you. “You’ve apologised many times.” He said. 
“I feel so bad.” You admitted. “I’ve been so mean to you and you still took care of me.” 
He shrugged. “Any good neighbour would.” 
You smiled at him. Then asked, “Can we be friends?” 
To your surprise, he nodded. “Yes. We can.” He said. 
And so was born a rather peculiar camaraderie between you and Steve. You’d often go check up on him as he built the last bits of his house. You’d smile and say hello, and he’d grunt. You’d often bring him bread and cheese from the market. When you collected berries, you’d leave some on his front porch if ever he was asleep or just not home. Then you’d constantly poke your head up on the surface and check if he took them. 
He always did. 
And right now, as you walked down the jetty, one look at the cabin let you know that Steve wasn’t home. Oh well, guess annoying him would have to wait. 
So you made your way to the market as usual. You met up with your friends before making your way to your favourite shop. Except one you walked in, instead of the witch, you found a certain gargoyle with blue eyes moving around in there like the shop was his instead. 
“Oh hello Steve!” You smiled at him. 
He gave you a curt nod, then got back to arranging things on a shelf. 
“So… what exactly are you doing here?” You asked, browsing through the jewellery and the charms. “Where’s Bucky?” 
Steve answered as he carefully labelled each vial. “The witch is expecting their second child sometime later this week. Bucky asked her not to work in this condition. And he’s at home with her, so I offered to manage the shop until they’re ready to take over again.” He didn’t lift his head once. You were used to his standoff-ish manner now so you didn’t mind, neither did you mistake it for rudeness. 
Although it was a little weird watching him be normal with others. With his friends, for instance, he’d laugh and joke and be relaxed around them. Around you on the other hand, he seemed tense most of the time. 
“I see,” You smiled at the thought of your friend and Bucky. They were such an adorable couple. “So you’ll be working here for a while-,” You stopped talking the moment you turned around and found Steve standing just inches away from you. You were surprised because you hadn’t heard him move at all. “Um, hello.” You said nervously given the gargoyle did nothing but just stare down at you. Given his beastly height and build, you had to crane your head up to look at him. 
Steve only said, “You’re drenched.” 
You chuckled, “Well, I do live in a lake, Steve.” 
He didn’t say anything, he just stared. 
You followed his eyes and looked down to find your nipples all perked up and showing through the flimsy, wet fabric. “Oh,” You awkwardly crossed your arms over your chest, “Um, well usually my dresses dry out in the sun but it’s rather cloudy today.” You answered, your face burning in embarrassment. 
Steve grunted, then said, “Leave your clothes at the cabin. I’ll leave the door open so you can go in there and change. And be dry. Instead of walking around looking like… like this.” He said in his usual grumpy tone. 
“Oh,” You were surprised at his hospitality. “Thank you, Steve. You’re very kind.” You said, then couldn’t help but want to break the sudden, strange tension that had formed between you two. You chuckled and said, “I didn’t know a naked body could bother you that much.” You teased. 
Silence. Then without another word said, Steve leaned in. You took a small step back, your back now pressing against the bookshelf behind you. You couldn’t look away from his eyes. Steve placed a hand beside your head, caging you in. Your heart began racing. 
In that deep voice of his he said, “Your body doesn’t bother me, little one. But the thought of every other male watching you walk around like this does.” 
“Oh.” You shivered, mere inches separated you from him. If you wanted, you could press your front to his and bask in his warmth. But you were too surprised to move. Plus the heat radiating off of his body was intoxicating. You looked up at his face, really looked at him. His hair which kept getting longer, his horns as dark as his wings, the stubble on his cheeks which only made him look even more handsome. 
Perhaps it was the sharpness of his clenched jaws, or the softness in his eyes but something made you stand on your tiptoes so you could press your mouth against him. Steve’s warm hands were on you immediately. His mouth moved cautiously against yours, his hands wrapping around you to pull you closer and slightly off the ground. You let out a soft moan as he teased you with his tongue and he growled against your open mouth before kissing you deeper. 
Your arms around his neck, fingers sliding into his hair as you pulled him closer gently. Steve, despite his natural roughness, was careful with how he handled you. His mouth moved softly against yours, kissing you deeper and passionately. You wanted to hold on to his horns, just to see what it feels like but then you figured that would be too much. 
Your drenched dress and his shirt was the only thing separating your bodies but somehow, for now this was enough. Steve was the first one to pull away, gently. He carefully set you back on your feet and stared into your eyes. You couldn’t help but look down at those swollen lips. 
“Um,” You whispered, “I think I’m gonna go now.” You stepped to the side and immediately hated it because you wanted to be pressed up against him again. But you couldn’t, not here. “I guess I’ll see you later.” You said with a shy smile and Steve remained frozen in place as you walked out of the shop. 
All this was new to Steve. The tingly feeling whenever he saw you, the way his heart began to race whenever you so much as spared him a glance, the way he felt the need to wrap his arms and wings around you and keep you safe from everything and everyone. 
It all started that day he first saw you in the forest. He was floored but he didn’t know how to handle it so his first instinct was to push you away, to be mean in hopes that you would never look at him again. But then he kept meeting you again and again. And each time, he couldn’t bear to ignore you. 
Being around you was enchanting, addicting. Like some ancient call that he felt the need to answer. In fact he was so deeply infatuated he chose to build his home as close to yours as possible like a fool. 
And each time he’d have to calm his racing heart when he saw you. He’d have to hold back from reaching out and touching your skin. 
The day he found you all alone and injured in the lake, he panicked. He’d never felt so protective over anyone before. Seeing you pass out from the pain was like someone took a sword and slashed his heart in two. He always thought himself incapable of feelings but then… you happened. 
And now after kissing you, after finally knowing what your lips tasted like he wasn’t sure he’d be able to pretend for much longer. 
— 
Ever since that day, Steve would leave his house unlocked in the mornings when he left to go open the shop. And slowly, day by day, he would notice your clothes accumulating in his home.
 A week later he ended up building you a trunk where you could put your dresses, then he began leaving extra towels in the shower for you to use. 
Some days later he found a comb and some strands of hair on the ground and he surprised himself when he caught a soft smile on his face while thinking about you sharing his space, his home. 
You both often had dinner on his front porch, just in comfortable silence because he believed he was awful company but given the fact that you’d come back again and again to have meals with him made him wonder that maybe he wasn’t so bad after all. 
One morning, as per usual you got out of the lake, walked down the jetty and ran into Steve’s house. You’d long stopped checking if he was home because at this time in the morning he was never here. He was always at the shop. 
So there you were, naked as you rummaged through the trunk he’d made you. You grabbed a clean, dry dress and made your way to the shower. You were grateful for Steve because thanks to him now you could shower with warm water and pat yourself completely dry with his soft towels before getting ready to set out for the day. Such small luxuries but they made you feel so much better. 
So you grabbed your stuff and walked into the shower like you owned it. And then froze as you looked down at the large tub you intended to bathe in. There was a naked male in there, who was also frozen as he stared at you in shock. 
He looked like a god. Sitting there in a large tub, steam rising and swirling around him. His wings half dipped in the water. His damp hair stuck to his horns and face a little, the stubble on his cheeks seemed thicker. He hadn’t shaved yet, you noticed. It made him look feral. Like an ancient, forgotten god one would stumble upon in the middle of a dark forest. He made your thighs clench together just by sitting there. 
You squirmed. “Oh um,” You tried your best to hide your body with the towel. “Steve. I should’ve knocked. I’m sorry, you’re usually not home at this time. I’ll-” 
He cut you off by extending an arm out, saying, “Come. There’s room for both of us here.” 
Screw it. He’s probably seen you naked plenty of times before. So you placed the dress and the towel down and took his hand as he guided you into the spacious tub. Honestly, it could fit three beings the size of Steve so there was indeed plenty of room for you two. 
You let out a soft sigh once you were submerged into the warm water. 
“Is it too hot for you?” Steve asked. 
“Oh no it’s perfect. It is a bit chilly outside anyway, so this is nice.” You noticed the way your bodies pressed against each other as you sat beside him. Your thighs touched his but neither of you moved your legs away from one another. 
He nodded, then reached down and grabbed a bar of soap but instead of handing it to you, you watched him pause and consider something for a quick moment before he said, “Come here,” He spoke softly, pointing at the space in front of him, in between his muscular legs. 
You moved immediately, giving him your back. The moment he began lathering soap down your back and neck and arms, you had to hold back a moan at how good his hands felt moving over your skin. You could tell he was hesitant in the beginning but then you leaned back a little, getting closer to him and he took it as a sign to relax and just wash you. 
His movement was slow and gentle, the silence was comfortable. The scent of the lavender soap filled your head and everything was perfect. So you quietly leaned back completely against Steve. He was so much larger than you that your head tucked in nicely under his chin. His hands moved down your sides under the water. He was way past washing you now. He just let his hands roam your body and you let him do that because it felt nice. 
You were a bit too aware of where your bare body touched his. His muscular chest pressed against your back. Your thighs rested on top of his and something warm and hard pressed against your lower back, and it made your face heat up again. And you couldn’t help but squirm when you felt his fingers stroking your inner thigh. 
Steve let out a hiss as you accidentally rubbed against his erection. “I’m sorry,” You mumbled, then remained still. His fingers didn’t move any higher, but the slow and deliberate strokes around your inner thighs were driving you insane. “Oh Steve,” You couldn’t help but whine, “Please, stop teasing me just… just touch me already.” 
He tensed up behind you for a moment, then said, “Turn around then.” 
You moved immediately. You stood up before turning around to face him and then lowered back down, straddling his thighs as you sat on his lap, looking right into his eyes. His large hands grabbed you by the hips and pulled you closer. 
Something changed in his eyes as you watched. He seemed much more confident, if not a little cocky now. “Want me to touch you?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you. 
You nodded, blinking at him. He was so beautiful. How did you manage to stay away from him all this time? He was the most handsome male you’d ever seen. And you’d seen a lot. “Yes, please.” 
He shamelessly looked down at the water, clearly seeing how you straddled his lap. He smirked, and it took your breath away. “Where exactly would you like me to touch you?” He asked. 
You almost moaned at the sound of his voice. You reached down, grabbed his hand and guided it over to where you needed him, in between your legs and you pressed his fingers against your folds down there. “Here, please.” You whispered. 
He let out a rare chuckle. “Oh?” He moved his fingers around, “Let’s hear it then,” He slid two fingers up and down your slit, “Does that feel good?” 
You threw your head back, whining as you moved your hips against his fingers, wanting more friction. “Yes, more please…” You cried out as he gently rubbed your clit. 
Steve pressed a finger against your opening, not sliding it just yet. He asked, “You’re so sensitive. It’s been a while since someone touched you, huh?” He teased you even more, loving the way you’d squirm at the slightest of touch. 
You looked back at him, and sheepishly said, “No one’s ever touched me there.” He froze at the sound of that, then before he could pull his hand away, you grabbed his wrist and held it in place as you ground your hips down on it, “Oh please, Steve. I want you. I want it to be you.” 
He growled as he leaned in to kiss you, a little more rough this time. “You’re killing me.” He said, moving his fingers once again, and carefully sliding one inside of you. “Is this what you want, hmm?” He slowly moved his finger in and out of you, the feeling was foreign to you but so pleasurable. 
You arched your back, pressing your chest into him as he finger-fucked you slowly. “Yes, more…” You murmured against his lips, gasping as he slid his finger deeper inside you. 
“Don’t be greedy,” He chided playfully. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He said, keeping his finger inside you as he moved his thumb around toying with your clit. You’d never been touched this way, or any way, so his fingers alone made you gasp and moan and whine louder and louder. 
“Steve,” You gasped, “You’ll never hurt me,” You whispered as you felt a pressure forming in between your legs. And before you knew it, you were coming undone all over his finger, moaning and grinding your hips against his hand. 
Steve watched you with a proud look in his eyes as you came all over his hand. The water had long gone cold, making your nipples harden and he couldn’t help but lean down to take one in his mouth. 
The warmth of his mouth made you clench around his finger which was still buried inside you and he had you whining and squirming in no time, his teeth teasing your nipple while his free hand fondled the other one. 
He was surprised when he felt your hand feeling around his abdomen until you found what you were looking for. He growled when he felt you grab his cock, stroking it slowly. Then you asked, sounding a little embarrassed, “Am I doing this right?” 
Steve released your breasts and kissed his way up your body until he reached your mouth, “Yeah. Just like that, little one.” He whispered against your mouth as you tried your hardest to jerk him off but you just wouldn’t get the hang of it. 
Steve chuckled when he heard a little growl of frustration leave your mouth. “Oh just fuck me with it,” You said, looking up at him. 
Steve just gave you a faint smile, “Not today.” 
You whined, “Why?” 
“You’re not ready. And I don’t want to hurt you. Now come on, the water’s cold.” He made to move and get up but you just slumped against his muscular chest with a groan. 
“Can we just stay here all day?” You asked, wrapping your arms around him. 
Steve held you securely and stood up, taking you with him as he stepped out of the tub. “No we can’t. I have work.” 
You groaned again as he carried you over to where your towel was. He placed you down, picked it up and carefully patted you dry. You kept trying to convince him in vain, “But what if I let you put more than just your finger inside me?” 
Steve looked up at you since he was crouched down by your feet, drying your legs. “Very tempting, but no.” 
You frowned, “But Steve-,” 
He cut you off by standing up and pulling you closer to him, hands shamelessly grabbing your butt cheeks. He pressed you to his naked body and said, “Another time, I promise. I want to be able to take my time with you. And I don’t want to hurt you. Yes?” 
You nodded, “Yes.” 
He placed a kiss on your forehead. “Get dressed.” He said and you had to pretend like the authority in his voice didn’t drive you insane. 
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Things were casual and fun for the next coming weeks. Stolen kisses, warm hugs, and more and more pinning from your end because Steve wouldn’t do anything beyond making you come undone all over his fingers. 
The one time he did use his tongue was after a terrible joke he made when you’d tried to make him dinner. 
“What do gargoyles like to eat?” You’d asked cheerfully. 
Steve looked at you dead in the eyes and said, “Freshwater fish.” 
He’d earned himself a towel thrown at his face. Then he had apologised by bending you over his kitchen table and made you come all over his tongue. 
You wanted more than day too. But he said he didn’t want to hurt you.
So you understood, and waited. And in the meantime, your bond just solidified even more. Steve could spend hours in the evening sitting on the jetty and talking to you. You’d show him your tricks, jumping out of the water and diving back in then come back up just to see if you impressed him. 
You’d often bring him random things from the depths of the lake, mainly pretty rocks. And he’d keep them all in a box. 
Then the weather changed. And one evening, there was a terrible thunderstorm. Lightning and thunder echoing around and shaking the ground even. 
Steve made sure all of his windows were secure. He’d check the upstairs area twice now, no leaks, no broken window thankfully. 
He was in the middle of feeding more wood logs into the fireplace when he heard faint knocks at his front door. Due to the loud thunder he almost missed it. But he’d been hoping you’d show up. So he took a warm towel with him as he answered the door, wrapped the towel around you and pulled you in. 
He didn’t let you go immediately. He hugged your cold body close and whispered, “You’re shaking, little one. What is it?” 
You held onto him for dear life and said, “The thunder,” You sniffled and hugged him even tighter. “They echo in the caves down there, and… and-,” 
“Shh,” He cut you off. “It’s okay, I’m here. You’re safe here.” He said, “You need a warm bath, come.” 
Steve left you to soak in the tub full of warm water and once you stopped shaking, you stepped out, patted yourself dry and put on clean clothes. You went back into the living area and found Steve fussing with the fireplace. 
He looked as he saw you come in. And gave you a breathtaking smile. “Warm enough?” He asked. 
You nodded. 
“Hungry?” He asked. 
“No,” You whispered. 
“Come here then,” He extended a hand out for you to take. You took it and he pulled you down beside him, both of you sitting on soft rugs in front of the fire. He immediately curled a wing around you. “Here,” He said, handing you a mug filled with warm, sweet tea. He watched as you took a careful sip then let out a moan at how good it was. 
You placed the mug down and snuggled up to him. He was warm, and cosy despite the muscles. You rested your head on his shoulder and sighed, pleased with where you were. His wing wrapped around you a little better, like your personal little cocoon. It was weird to admit that this felt better than being in your lake. 
“What did you usually do during thunderstorms? When I wasn’t here?” He asked, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you so close you were almost on his lap. 
“I’d hide in the caves.” You answered. “Or when I could tell the weather would be bad I’d go to the other lakes and be with my friends. But the caves are so loud, you know? I can never sleep during thunderstorms.” 
Steve sighed, wrapping both arms around you. “I’m here now. I’ve got you.” He whispered. His tail wrapped gently around your exposed leg. 
“I know,” You said, placing your hand on his clothed thigh. Then bravely slid your hand upwards to see if he would stop you. “I trust you, Steve.” You murmured, turning your head to kiss his neck. “And I want you.” Your lips brushed against his skin as you spoke and he shuddered. 
He was quiet for a few moments. Your hand kept inching closer to the hardness in his pants. He let out a groan then said, “Promise you’ll tell me to stop if I hurt you?” 
You nodded, nuzzling his neck. “I promise.” 
Next thing you knew, Steve's mouth was on yours, kissing you hard and passionately. His hands grabbed and touched you everywhere, your thighs, your waist, your breasts, his tail wrapping around your ankle, it was a lot at once. You moaned into his mouth as he slid his hands along your inner thighs. 
He nudged you backwards, making you lay down on the rug. He held himself up above you with one hand, while the other explored your body through the thin dress. 
“Take it off,” You whined, wanting to feel his touch on your bare skin. 
Steve chuckled before helping you in taking the dress off and tossing it around somewhere. Then his mouth was on your skin immediately. You arched your back, pressing up against him until he took the hint and placed his mouth around your nipple, biting down gently. 
He teased you until you were an absolute mess under him, hips trying to grind against him, your hands sliding into his hair, one wrapped around his horn while the other pulled him closer to you. 
He released your breasts and kissed his way down your body. You supported yourself up on your elbows as you watched him. He was so much larger than you, it shouldn’t turn you on so much. But it did. He seemed even more feral now in the golden light from the fire. 
Wings flared being him, tail swishing in what you now concluded was excitement as he placed his hands on your thighs and spread them as much as they would go. He stared at the wetness in between your legs before looking up and meeting your eyes with hunger in his eyes. 
“Is this alright? You want us to stop?” He asked, even though you could clearly tell he was having difficulty in holding back from ravishing you. 
You nodded quickly, “Don’t stop,” You whispered. 
He gave you a wild smirk, his tail wrapping around your ankle again and pining your leg to the ground. “Well, then.” He pressed his lips to your inner thigh, kissing his way up to where you craved him. 
You laid back down on the rug as your body squirmed. You couldn’t help but slide your fingers into his soft, long hair. Eventually grabbing onto his horns as he brought his mouth over to your clit, sucking on it hard enough to make you cry out. The feeling of his soft, warm mouth and the roughness of his stubble made you lose your mind. 
His tongue slipped past your folds and teased your entrance, occasionally flicking your clit. You tugged gently at his horn, pulling him closer and he growled against your skin in response. His tongue slowly circled your throbbing clit, parting your wet folds with ease. You were sure your arousal must be dripping onto the rug by now.
“You taste so good,” Steve whispered. And chuckled when you let out an even louder moan at the sound of that. 
You looked down and whined at the sight of his body kneeling in between your parted legs. You could even see the erection in his pants and that alone made you grind against his mouth mindlessly. 
Steve chuckled, securing his arms around your thighs, keeping your legs spread as far as they would go. He slowly brought a finger up to your clit, sliding it agonisingly slowly down your slit, parting your wet folds.
You shivered under his touch, then bit your lip to refrain from moaning too loudly. You sighed, then gasped audibly as he slid a finger inside you, stroking your walls gently while he placed his mouth back on your clit.
“Does that feel good?” He asked. And chuckled when you were only able to moan in response. “No one else is ever going to touch you like this, you hear me? This is mine. You’re mine.” 
“Yes…” You gasped. “All yours.” You whispered, breathless. 
He hummed in satisfaction. His deep blue eyes watched you in awe and how you lost control under his touch, legs shaking as he teased your clit and finger-fucked your ever so gently. 
You squirmed and moaned and gasped under his addictive touch, your eyes closing and your head tilting back as you felt a wave of intense pleasure wash over you.
You came hard, all over his tongue, your walls clenching violently around his finger, your moans and gasps of pleasure filled the room. Your fingers scratched his scalp as you tugged harder on his horns as you came. 
You sighed in bliss as Steve left small kisses up your body until he stared deep into your eyes. “Are you alright?” He asked, so softly you almost melted. 
You nodded quickly. “Yes. I want you, please,” You begged. 
He smiled down at you, then pulled away only for a few moments, to take his shirt off and undo his pants. Then he was onto you again, pressing you down on the soft rug as he kissed you again. You moaned into his mouth at the taste of you on his tongue still.
He kept kissing you until you growled in frustration and arched your back to get closer to him. You could feel his erection pressing against you and you couldn’t wait anymore. “Steve,” You begged, whining against his mouth, “I might die if you don’t fuck me right now.” 
He smirked against your lips, kissing you one last time before pulling away. His hand reached down to grab his cock and guide it over to your opening. You were a little nervous given his size but you were also ready for it. He slid his tip up and down your wet folds, driving you insane. And while you were in the middle of whining and squirming, he slowly slipped inside of you, groaning as he went.
The feeling was new, and it was a little uncomfortable at first but it didn’t hurt. 
“Am I hurting you?” He asked with sheer desire and want in his voice, hunger in his eyes. 
You gasped, feeling him stretching you out, filling you up. He was halfway in and you already felt so full of him. “No,” You gasped, “More, please.” You begged again. 
He nodded, then held your stare as he reached down to grab your legs and wrapped them around his waist, then slowly leaned down to give you a messy kiss, sliding all the way into you finally. “Fuck,” He swore, voice cracking. “You feel so good.” 
You couldn’t help but moan into his mouth as he moved his hips the slightest bit. And you cried out at the feeling of his cock slowly moving in and out of you. He was being so careful and gentle with you, and while it warmed your heart, you also wanted more. 
You cupped his cheek, making him look right into your eyes. “You won’t hurt me,” You said, “But I… I need you.” 
He understood what you meant. Steve closed his eyes, then nodded before leaning down to kiss you again. And then he fucked you without restraints. His tail wrapping around your thigh, pulling you closer. His hands on your waist, pulling you into him each time he thrust into you. Your fingers scratched down his back until you found the base of his wings and experimented by touching them, stroking them carefully. 
Steve paused, then groaned animalistically. “Very sensitive,” He murmured. 
You smiled and traced your fingers along the length of his dark, leathery wings and Steve shuddered, reaching around to grab your hands and pinning them above your head before pounding into your again. 
You could feel your walls clenching around him as he sped up into you. You moaned, feeling all of him stretching you, filling you up, moving rapidly in and out of you to the point where the only thing you could focus on was the feeling of him moving against your body. The thunder outside, you couldn’t hear it. The lightning illuminating the room occasionally, you didn’t pay attention to it. 
This was all that mattered, being in front of a fire and under Steve’s powerful body. 
“You feel so fucking good…” He whispered, pounding into you relentlessly, as he bent down to kiss you again. “So warm, and perfect for me.” He growled, “Tell me I feel good inside you, little one. Tell me.” 
You were barely able to form a thought. His hard and muscular body felt amazing against yours. His long hair tickled your skin as he moved. Your legs trembled as you wrapped them tighter around his waist. “Oh, you feel so good.” You mumbled, “So good, please don’t stop.” 
Steve looked down at you as you clenched around his cock. He smirked, looking down to where his cock disappeared into you each time he thrust in. “You’re all mine,” He whispered. The possessiveness in his voice only made you clench around him again. “Are you going to come all over my cock? Hmm?” 
You nodded, unable to say anything because of how good he felt sliding in and out of you. The familiar pressure formed at your core and you whined again when his fingers found your clit as he pounded into you mercilessly.
“Come for me…” he whispered and that was all you needed to hear before you came undone all around him. Whimpering and back arching off the floor as you came hard around his cock.
He kept pounding into you as your orgasm washed over you, your walls squeezing him violently. Your body trembling under his intense gaze. He watched you in awe, lips parted, breaths in rags, heart racing. 
He watched you as you went limp under him, still gasping for air. He released your wrists, kissing them before placing them on either side of your head. He gave you some time, kissing up and down your neck, kissing your face until you calmed down a little. “That was so good,” He whispered against your cheek, “You did so well. But I need to have you again,” He pleaded, “I want more.” 
You nodded quickly. “I’m all yours, Steve.” 
He smiled, kissing the corner of your mouth before pulling out of you. He was still very much hard as he flipped you around, your hips and ass up while your face was pressed against the soft rug. “Is this alright?” He asked. 
You were still catching your breath when his hand reached around and teased in between your legs, his fingers rubbed around your clit and made you tremble and moan. “Yes,” You whispered. 
His body bent over yours, his warm chest pressing against your back as he kissed your shoulder and the back of your neck until his mouth reached your ear, “You tell me if this hurts, okay?” 
You nodded, “I will.” You said. 
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he said, softly but you could hear the wild hunger in his deep, low voice. He licked along your neck and said, “I want you to come all over my cock again, you hear me?” He bit down on your shoulder and you let out a loud moan. 
You whimpered, “Yes.” You murmured, voice laced with need and lust as he pulled away from your ear and kissed along your shoulders. Then you felt his hands on you as he gripped each side of your hips then pushed into you from behind. Slow and deliberate strokes, until he fit inside you fully.
He groaned and grunted as he filled you up entirely and moved in and out of you desperately trying to make you come for him again. Your fingers gripped the rug beneath you tightly, and your mind felt foggy, you moaned wantonly as he pounded into you, not easing into it this time. He took you higher and higher. 
Your walls throbbed and clenched around him each time he filled you up. You could feel the tip of his tail reach around to toy with your clit and it only made you lose all the sanity you had. 
With a few more strokes of his thick cock, you felt his thrust becoming irregular, and felt his cock throb against your walls violently. “Come for me.” He hissed, then grunted loudly as you tightened around him, coming undone again.
He groaned and growled as he came deep inside you, swearing under his breath. You whimpered as you felt his warm cum filling you up. Steve laid down beside you, his wing curling around both of you, like a warm leathery blanket. 
“Are you alright?” He asked. 
“Yes,” You sighed. You leaned into his warmth. The thunder outside didn’t scare you anymore. “Can I stay until morning?” You asked, kissing his chest. 
He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him, and said in that deep voice of his, “You can stay forever if you’d like.” 
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a/n: check out heartless if you wanna read about Bucky and the witch ;) 
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