Steve Rogers And Bucky Barnes Images

Mine

Warnings - blood, periods🩸, gore, violence, language

You couldn't argue with Steve when he did something, knowing half the time it was just instinct, especially if it was protecting you. You've gotten used to him being protective, even over the team. It was in his nature. You also learned to never judge him, always using him as a heater in the cold nights.

It was an accident. Wolves don't have the choice on who they imprint on, and he did it with you. You felt stronger emotions for him, but he had to get used to everything again. It was like his life reset the second you made love to him. Neither of you knew, you having found him when he just turned twenty. His parents never taught him things, and he never had a pack. The team felt like his family, a few of them even alpha's and letting him in as an Omega, but now he's his own Alpha.

You were among the humans of the group, his arm around your waist as you sat in his lap. He felt desire to have some sort of touch on you, whether it's a hand on your thigh or you in his arms, he didn't care. It showed who you belonged to, especially now that he has to be with you.

"You on your period?" He whispered in your ear, his hand rubbing your lower abdomen as you hummed. He can feel your muscles moving, smell everything around him that he isn't flushing out, even your emotions as you relax against him. "You don't have to hide it from me, Honey," he assures with a kiss to your head, leaving his arm on your stomach when you slightly curl into him in a wince. "That bad, baby?"

You nod against his chest and immediately feel him shift on the couch, your body laying across him with his shirt moving over your head. His scent was something so unique you can never find it anywhere. His cologne was enough to have you closing your eyes in relief, as if it helped with the ache in your body.

Steve lays down on the couch with you on top of his chest, your arms around his torso so your stomach can feel his constant heat of his body. He loves it when you smell like him, especially when going out. Others of his kind have learned that the scent can be stronger when you're claimed, and some have even tried to test him for it, his enemies out there now that they found out a human has bonded with a wolf.

It wasn't common for it to happen, but it was never prayed upon. Wolves learn at a young age to never befriend a human, since they can sometimes be cruel, or even hunters. Steve never learned, and doesn't care anymore that he's breaking a rule, because he has you in the end.

You were never cruel to him, quite the opposite. You helped him the most after he found a family friend, James, who had been keeping you safe from his old pack. He's known you for years, your family helping the species hide from their enemies until they feel safe to go out again.

The alpha had threatened to turn you after killing your parents, James bringing you to the compound after he went to check on you. He had found you barely conscious on the ground, your home trashed and to flames as blood pooled around your body.

Steve had met you a month later. You were still wary about the werewolf kind, James the only one you had trusted at the time. Sam, Natasha, and a few others had tried to keep their distances, but Steve found it hard. You captivated him, even when you smelt of fear and anxiety. He was kind to you, understanding you were still trying to recover from a harsh attack.

Now, you couldn't be away from any of them, your heart taken with his claim. He felt guilty at first, trying to stay away from you to see if his feelings would leave, but he ended up in the shower with you, his hands never having enough of your skin as his lips moved around yours. He couldn't control himself. James had even tried to help him, teaching him the things his parents never got the chance to, even the law of mixed species, such as humans and werewolves.