Touch

Tmnt 2012. NO T-CEST. Brotherly love. Donnie centric. Fluff. Autistic Donnie.

Summary: If you weren't close to Donatello you might think he hates physical affection. But thats not quite true. He needs touch just as much as anyone else, he just has some specific requirements for it. Ones that his brothers have grown to understand.

It was safe to assume that most the time Donnie did not want to be touched. He would stand a few feet away from anyone else, moving away if they dared to get closer. He tried his best not to hurt people's feelings with it, but he wasn't the most subtle. It's not hard to know that Donnie doesn't want to be touched. Whats difficult is knowing when he does.

Every now and then Donnie does feel as you would call it "touch starved" but he doesn't really know how to initiate affection. Especially physical affection where he's set up so many boundaries. So usually when he is craving physical affection he'll simply suffer in silence, not knowing what else he could possibly do.

Luckily for him he grew up with three turtles who've had their whole lives to figure out his silent language. Having only each other for company most of their lives ment the brother we're of course very close. They would cuddle and play rough almost daily. So it was clear early on that they'd need to be able to tell when Donnie would be okay with being tackled to the ground, lest a real fight break out.

The brother who can best read Donnie was no surprise, Mikey. Mikey was the best at reading any of his brothers really. He knows that while He'll easily share his emotions out loud his brothers rarely will. He knows how to pick up on the subtle cues that Raphs about to blow up, or that Loes feeling sad. Or, in this case, that Donnie is feeling cuddly.

Mikey likes testing the waters, looking for clues that he's not even sure Donnie himself is aware of. Mikey will stand just a bit closer to him, usually the taller turtle will step away, but sometimes He'll keep his place. And on very rare occasion he may even lean against Mikey.

Mikey knows that Donnie will rarely invite a hug, or tussle, anything outside a high three really. But on days when he notices Donnie initiating quite a few high threes he can guess the nerd really wants a hug. And Mikey will give him one, with the excuse of him feeling lonely or wanting to hang out with the brainiac. Neither of which are completely lies.

Most of the time when Donnie seeks physical affection its Mikey to give it to him, but sometimes that isn't an option. The second most equiped turtle would be the fearless leader himself.

Leo is the closest brother to understanding Donnie's distaste for touch. Though he personally doesn't hate uninvited hugs he sees how Donnie might. Leo can sometimes feel completely touch apposed too, though its usually just when he's in a bad mood.

Leo isn't as tuned into Donnie's mannerisms as Mikey so he's a bit more risky when he tests the waters. Though he wont even try unless he suspects Donnie's in a somewhat touchy mood. Leo will pat Donnie's shell, or lean on his arm, a small bit of contact that he knows Donnie can easily get out of. If Donnie is in a particularly uncuddly mood he wont let Leo get close enough to to test his theory. So Leo is never too worried that he's pushing a boundary.

Most often Donnie will keep the contact for a few seconds before leaning out of it. This usually means he didn't hate it, but wasn't particularly craving it. At which point Leo will leave him be. Sometimes Donnie will stay though. In fact he'll seem almost scared to move whatever body part Leo is touching in fear that Leo will stop.

Leo always finds it a bit funny how awkward Donnie is about it, but will eventually offer a hug or cuddles which Donnie is always a little embarrassed to accept.

The remaining brother is the one to struggle a bit. Raph is always a bit overly careful when touching Donnie. In a friendly way at least. Raph doesn't really think of boundaries when he jumps on on his brothers for an angry tussle. But even then, Donnie is the one he fights with least. So when Raph does want to touch Donnie in a friendly way, he's a little lost. Thats not to say he's completely clueless. He still knows better than any stranger, but he's not all that confident in his Donnie reading abilities.

Friendly contact from Raph doesn't usually spell a hug, usually its play fighting, or a firm yet loving punch on the arm. Since he's physical Contact isn't exactly gentle, its especially important that he makes sure Donnie is in a touchy mood, so he doesn't accedently anger him.

This means Raph and Donnie have very limited physical contact. But Donnie has actually started to catch on a bit to when Raph is trying to initiate play with him. He knows Raph cant read him well, and he cant read Raph all that well either. So Donnie starts to drop more obvious hints when he feels like Raph might be trying to play with him.

Donnie will smile, even while rolling his eyes, he'll stand beside Raph, and sometimes he may even be the one to playfully punch Raph's arm. It's a rare sight, and Mikey and Leo have a untold truce to walk away if they see it happen since affection between the two most emotionally constipated brothers is so hard to come by.

Donnie sometimes is willing to push his hate of touch aside if he feels his brothers really need some physical comfort, but usually he has other methods to help. but he makes sure to show affection in other ways to make up for the limited hugs and cuddling. Weather it be giving his brothers gifts, trying to talk them out of their funk, or just being in the same room with them. He knows they all try their best to respect his boundaries and he loves them for it.

(This is my first Fic! Feel free to make a request on something for me to write! I will NOT write T-Cest or Apritello/Leorai)

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Deceiver

Part One

Tommy Shelby x reader

cw: slow burn, violence, swearing

You've been involved with the Peaky Blinders business for a few years now, undiscovered as a woman posing as a man. Now the Shelby boys have grown suspicious of you and want you found out.

an: set in season one

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Hiding under a disguise had become second nature for you these days, you didn't slip up, you didn't find it hard to lie and you never under any circumstances made any exceptions to the rule of being secretive about your identity. You weren't y/n y/sn, you were Eddie Thompson, your hair was short and black shaved on the sides and ruffled forward on top. You wore shirts, waistcoats and trousers with socks in your boxers to give you a false cock. You flirted with women, never took any home and you drank like your dead father used to every night. You wore razors in your cap and a pocket watch attached to your waistcoat with a short gold chain. You learnt how to bind your chest and flatten it completely but allow your chest to still look muscular. There never was a better cover, but you didn't do it to spy or cheat or deceive at least for the wrong reasons. The reason you did it was because you wanted agency, taking your dead cousin's name was easier than it should've been but there was no one around in your family to protest.

"We need some boys down in the Garrison, rowdy ones to get everyone riled up about fucking Campbell," Tommy announced at the front of the betting shop where all the Peaky boys had gathered "We need some fucking unity in this place or that man's going to separate us all."

"Oh we've got no problem being fucking rowdy, 'ave we boys!" Arthur yelled with a cheer rousing from the crowd before Tommy.

"Alright, Eddie, John, Scudboat, Lovelock, Danny, Arthur and whoever else is willing to put out some good fucking press for us and against Campbell." Tommy straightened his blazer and looked toward you, you lifted your whisky to your mouth looking over your glass at him.

There was a respect between you and Tommy that had been there since he employed you, you weren't old enough to have fought in France but you worked in explosives as a teenager and were very helpful. Tommy could see your value from the moment you stepped into the shop looking for work, your verbal CV was glowing with value. Questions never seemed to arise due to the impressive cover story you had built for yourself from an extremely young age so you could survive in a world of men. You had absolutely nothing in your possession that would point to you being a woman, no mementos of your time before your deception started and you never changed that fact. You were quieter than some of the other boys until you got a drink in you but it allowed you to assess situations and know your next move that wouldn't raise suspicion.

"I've got a job for you," Tommy told you as the other boys began to leave, he sat down on one side of the table and you sat on the other. You spread out your legs and leant over your knees, taking off your cap and ruffling your hair.

"What have you got for me, Mr Shelby?" You asked.

"I need you to follow Billy Kimber, take off your hat and clean yourself up a bit. You're gonna need to look the part for this role," Tommy took out a cigarette and you tossed over your matches "You have proved very valuable since my return and I want you to keep doing that."

"And what am I doing following Kimber?" You raised an eyebrow and lit your cigarette.

"I need to know where he's going, who he's meeting even if it's just the types of people he's with. I want to know his every move today, especially when he hears about how we've been fixing his races, he's going to be pretty pissed off." Tommy took a drag of his cigarette and put his feet up on the table.

"Sounds like an interesting one," you held the lit cigarette between your lips "and what is the aim of this intelligence? Anything you want me to look out for?"

"I want to know how he reacts, how he… how we're getting under his skin. He's gonna be in this restaurant, at table 4 at around 4pm. Before that I want you to follow him on the train before listening and noting what he says, then come straight back." Tommy looked you in the eyes and you nodded, picking up the pieces of paper he'd given you about the locations.

After changing your look into a more slick back and clean look you headed off to the train station, onto the 2:30 towards Worcester. You saw Kimber's men head into the fourth carriage, you headed into the third and walked through to the fourth to sit with your back facing Kimber on the other side of their booth. Lighting up a cig you looked out the window and listened intently to Kimbers conversation.

Tommy always knew there was something off with you, he hadn't been able to put his finger on it till today. Your eyes, they had a certain femininity that he hadn't noticed before until you looked at him over your glass. It was different, your eyes had looked so stern before that the change was easily noticeable that he'd sent you on a minor errand at the chance Kimber would let something slip.

"Arthur, John, in here." Tommy called as he entered the Garrison and the boys sat in the private room as he closed the door.

"What's going on, Tom?" Arthur asked.

"I believe we have a rat in our ranks and I want to stamp them out." Tommy poured himself a whisky.

"Who the fuck dares rat us?" John seethed.

"I think it's Eddie," Tommy paused. "I've sent him off to report on Kimber, so we can discuss what we're planning."

"We're gonna cut off his fucking cock is what were gonna do!" Arthur yelled louder than he should have.

"Yeah, we can fuck him up one by one," John laughed and Tommy looked at him with a straight face.

"You two are too bloody excited for what the situation is, someone we thought was fucking helpful. Fuck, loyalty is hard to find these days." Tommy rubbed his forehead.

"We're still gonna fuck him up, Tom." Arthur grinned at John and Tommy couldn't help but mentally agree, he was too fucking angry.

You left the restaurant at around 6'oclock and headed back to Small Heath, you hadn't really got much from Kimber as he just talked about women and blow. It was a fucking boring day and you wished you were down the pub instead. As soon as you got back to Small Heath you headed to the Garrison and sighed in relief at the noise that was coming out of the doors. Walking in you ordered two whiskeys and downed one, holding the other in your hand as you turned around and greeted some of your Peaky boys.

"The fuck is going on with your hair, you twat," Scudboat asked with a laugh.

"Ah just a bit of fucking dress up, you know I'm posing as a twat so I thought I should look the part too." You raised an eyebrow and held out your cigarette in your mouth for Scudboat to light.

"You're fucking mental," he told you, as he lit your cigarette you took a drag. You sat next to him, placing your drink on the table and breathed out slowly.

"You know today I-" you were interrupted

"Eddie, fucking here. Now," Arthur yelled and you turned your head expecting a smiling Arthur but instead he looked like hell. You picked up your drink and walked towards the side room.

"What's going on?" You asked, taking a drag.

"We need to take a little walk," Tommy told you with stern eyes.

The boys walked you towards the shop and you couldn't help but feel like something fucking awful was about to happen to you. John and Arthur were behind you as Tommy walked Infront, you were surrounded by the brothers and even though you wanted to run you knew you couldn't.

"In there," Arthur told you, pointing to his office and you walked in, "sit down." Arthur nodded towards the chair in the middle of the room. The air was thick and tense as ever, you were going to die, you just knew it.

"What's going on here then boys?" You asked, trying to keep the tone light but it wasn't working. You ruffled your hair, the gel making your scalp hurt. Arthur suddenly grabbed you by your chin and forced your head back harshly.

"So who the fuck do you think you are?" Arthur asked, his face was close to yours and he glared into your eyes that went wide.

"It's a good question, brother." John added, he lit a cigarette close to your face and the heat made you wince.

"Who the fuck are you?" Arthur yelled and you didn't know what to say. He let go of your face and you looked up, seeing Tommy in the shadow near the door. Arthur punched you in the nose and your head flew back, blood running back into your nose and back out again.

"I don't know what you want to fucking hear! You know who I am!" You yelled back at him and Arthur shook his head.

"I'll ask you again, who the fuck are you!" Arthur screamed and when you just stared at him through angry eyes he punched you again.

"Stand him up," Tommy instructed and John forced you to your feet

"So this is it then Tommy? Now time for me to fucking die eh?" You asked, your arms held by your side by John as you struggled against him. Arthur pulled your head back by your hair and it left your neck completely exposed.

"Well if you tell me the truth it doesn't have to be the last time we see each other, does it?" He walked close to you and took off his cap. Tommy unbuttoned your trousers and let them open, revealing your boxers and you panicked, kicking your leg out to collide with Tommys leg.

"I don't fucking think so," Arthur forced you to sit back down on the chair with your legs opened "Too scared to loose your cock eh? You fucking traitor." Arthur flicked up his knife and ran the blunt side against your neck.

"Fuck off, Arthur. If you're going to kill me just fucking cut my throat, I'm no traitor and I never have been!" You yelled in his face and Arthur went to punch your cock but instead found a soft impact.

"What the fuck," Arthur put his hand on your crotch, knife in hand and you shifted uncomfortably, trying to get out of their grasps "He's got no fucking balls, Tom."

"What?" Tommy sounded like he would laugh and you tried to stand up but the Shelby brothers held you down, your neck still exposed.

"Don't fucking kill me, I- FUCK. I'll tell you alright, fuck." You pushed off their grip that had lessened and buttoned up your trousers.

"What the fuck is going on?" Tommy asked.

"I'm, fuck. Okay. It's not my real name alright, but I'm not a fucking spy. I'm deceptive but I'm not a fucking spy, I love this job and this family like my fucking own. I'm a woman," You looked into Tommys eyes and he had to admit it wasn't what he suspected.

"This is fucking insane!" John bursted out laughing and Arthur joined in.

"You're a fucking woman?" Arthur yelled as he laughed and John was inconsolable with laughter.

"He's a fucking woman, oh my life what is this shit?" John had to lean on Arthur for support because he was falling over with merriment.

"Still got a bigger cock than both of you out together though," you muttered and Arthur held your face up.

"What the fuck did you just say to me?" Arthur seethed with a vision of humor in his eyes.

"Come on brother, can't beat up a woman who you know will beat ya!" John was laughing again and Arthur joined in, letting go of your face and smacking John on the shoulder.

"Now just piss off. I'm still angry you tried to fucking kill me," you gave John a playful push and he just laughed.

"Alright, leave us now brothers." Tommy told his brothers and they roared with laughter as they walked out the door.

Tommy poured two drinks and handed you one, you turned the chair around to face his desk. Tommy downed his drink and poured another.

"So, who are you really then, Eddie?" He asked, the fake name rolling off his tongue so sarcastically.

"Y/n y/sn, most of everything else was true. Every family I know is dead, it was my cousins name and I couldn't live as a single fucking woman in this city. I mean fuck, when my parents died I inherited everything and it wasn't even enough to get by a year. I was 13 and I had to completely fucking change." You took a swig of whisky and sniffed before wiping the blood from your nose on your cuff.

"How long since you've gone by that name?" Tommy asked, lighting a cig.

"8 years since someone's called me my god given name," You looked into Tommy's eyes and sighed "I'll pack up soon though don't worry, I can't stay here anymore now."

"Since when do you make the rules around here, y/n?" Tommy asked and your eyes narrowed at the use of your real name.

"Don't, Tommy. It's not fair." You looked at him with sad eyes and he smiled.

"You're not getting away from us that easily. I'll tell you that for free. My brothers are always saying I should take a woman, maybe you're just the type of deception I want in my life." Tommy rested the cigarette in the ash tray and stood up, walking towards you. You looked up at him as he approached you.

"You're going soft," you paused "and who says I'm even interested?"

"That look you gave me this morning, I knew there was something different behind those eyes." Tommy lifted up your chin gently so you were looking into his eyes again.

"You act like this wild stallion who can't be tamed with all this damage. I think you just need a good trainer," you were mocking him and he didn't seem to mind. Tommy held your chin a bit tighter and got close to your face.

"And you think that's you, eh?" He whispered

"I think I'm the most enticing person you've ever met," you whispered back.

"I always thought you were a pretty lad, might make an even prettier woman. Not as if I'm scared of some short fucking hair is it." As he spoke you could see the slightest of smiles on his lips and you wondered how long he'd been looking at 'Eddie' like that.

"You'll never be able to figure me out and I think that's healthy for you to experience every now and then considering how fucking vague you are." You raised an eyebrow and pulled his hand off your face.

"Hmm, hadn't met a better man who'd dealt with explosives before you and I haven't met a woman either. I can't say you don't interest me." Tommy sat back down and you scoffed.

"Tommy Shelby handing out a free compliment? What is the world coming to then?" You slid you glass across the desk for Tommy to refill it "I might not be a man but I know how they tick, I know how they think and you are the most interesting mind I've ever encountered."

"Fucking flaterry from someone who was my best footsoldier a moment ago," Tommy smiled and you raised an eyebrow. "Where do we go from here then eh?" Tommy asked in a low voice.

"I don't know if that's my decision, Tom." You leant over your knees, undid your top button and tried to relax.

"Men are free to do as they will in the world, I would hardly be fair to take that away from you because you are a woman. This business was run by women before us," Tommy took another drink.

"I don't want to be a fucking bookmaker or a chalky or any other shit that you get people to do. I've proven myself time and time through and I don't expect to be treated any differently." You held your hands together and looked at Tom.

"I will treat you a bit different as Y/n but I don't have another demolition option who I can trust won't blow my cock off altogether. Well, I suppose you've figuratively blown your own cock off now haven't you?" Tommy ran his tongue along the top line of his teeth as he looked you up and down.

"You seem almost too happy to find out that I don't have a cock?" You sounded questionable and Tommy looked curiously at you.

"Well don't most men act so close to their friends it almost seems they want to fuck them? I might actually get the chance," Tommy gazed at you through sky blue eyes that were often in your dreams, or maybe he haunted you in your nightmares. Either way you didn't know where to go from here with him.

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“Quick! Get him to his room — F.R.I.D.A.Y. will lock it under rut protocols!” Tony’s voice yelled through the madness.

Steve was unconscious on the floor, and Bucky was a raging menace trying to get to his best friend through the wall that was Thor.

“I’m a bit preoccupied!” Thor bellowed out, growling as Bucky was punching and twisting in his weakening hold.

“Peter!” Tony called out for help, slowly dragging Steve towards the elevator, “He won’t be out for long! His super soldier serum is already working against us.”

“Mr. Stark!” Peter panicked, making Tony look up from his hold on Steve’s ankles.

“Shit,” he cursed, seeing Bruce’s shaking form in the corner, “Don’t go green, don’t go green!” He dropped Steve’s legs, running towards his mate.

“Wanda, help!” Pietro screamed at his sister as he sped towards Steve, trying his best to drag him to the elevator. Wanda was shaking in the corner, wishing she had gone with Nat to find you.

She hurried over, willing herself to use her magic. Her shaking hands started glowing red, and a gentle cloud of ruby drifted out of them and towards Steve’s body. She jumped as she saw Steve’s eye twitch, before they flew open and he let out a massive roar. Her powers faded and she looked up in a panic, seeing Tony dragging the green-looking Bruce away from the scene. Peter and Thor were now battling a feral Bucky, doing their best to stop him from going over and helping Steve on his quest to find you and claim you.

Wanda let out a shriek as Steve grabbed Pietro by the throat, throwing him across the room. His head hit the wall and he collapsed, unconscious, to the floor. Peter’s head twisted at her scream, his eyes bulging when he saw his mate on the floor, head bleeding. His eyes flew back when he saw Wanda meet a similar fate, now unconscious by the couch.

He immediately let go of Bucky, letting out a roar of anger as he dove toward the Head Alpha. He should’ve known he was no match for him though, as Steve merely picked him up by the neck, squeezing his pressure points. And just like that, Steve had rendered Peter unconscious too, with merely a hand.

Now that Thor was by himself with Bucky, he was struggling again. He tried to remember how to detach his metal arm, but couldn't. He thought about electrocuting him, but he couldn’t bear to do that to his soulmate.

Steve saw the scene, and roared in anger.

“Don’t touch him!” He made it over to their violent tussle with two big strides, punching Thor in the back. The big fella barely grunted, and hit Bucky in the temple. He fell to the floor, joining the others in their unconsciousness.

Steve saw red.

“HOW DARE YOU HURT OUR MATE?” He roared, diving on Thor.

“LOOK AROUND — LOOK WHAT YOU’VE DONE!” Thor bellowed back, his teeth baring as he prepared to battle the Head Alpha. Steve spared a glance around, noticing all the bodies of his loved ones around him. His eyes softened, before narrowing again. He couldn’t see you.

“Where is she?” He quietly seethed.

Thor grunted as Steve kept blocking his punches.

“WHERE IS SHE?” Steve roared again, shaking in anger as his Alpha had fully taken over, intent on finding you. He had had enough of Thor’s unwillingness to help, and delivered a sickening blow to his head, knocking him out.

He looked around, his eyes flashing as he couldn’t see Tony or Bruce.

He stalked off down the corridor towards the pack bedroom, his fists clenched in anger. He slammed the door open, seeing Tony desperately trying to calm a hyperventilating Bruce. Normally, Steve would’ve dropped everything to help the Beta, but his Alpha hindbrain had taken over. All he cared about was his Omega. You.

“Tony, I’m only going to ask once. Where is she?” His whisper was deadly. He doesn’t miss the way Tony’s eyes flicker up to the roof.

Of course.

Natasha was missing. You were missing. It didn’t take a genius to realise where you were hiding.

Steve was out of the room in a flash, making Tony panic as he glanced between Bruce and the open doorway. But Omegas always came first.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, leaving Bruce on the bed as he ran after Steve.

Steve didn't bother waiting for the elevator and instead strode up the stairs, making it to Natasha’s level in less than a minute. You and the scent of your slick was the only thing on his mind.

Find Omega.

Claim Omega.

And he would destroy anyone who got in his way.

Your eyes flew open as a loud bang reverberated throughout the room. You sat up, confused and disorientated.

Your heart dropped when the familiar scent of vanilla, patchouli, cedar, and lemon infiltrated your nostrils. Natasha must have smelt it too, because she sat up with a start next to you in the bed.

“Quick – go in the bathroom and lock the door,” she whispered, pushing you out of the bed and forcing you into the ensuite. She knew a measly door wasn't going to do much to stop Steve in his rut, but it was another barrier that gave you more time.

You locked the white door behind you, backing away into the shower. You glanced around the bathroom, seeing if there was anywhere you could hide.

There wasn’t.

You clutched your hands over your mouth, quieting your erratic breaths and muffling your whimpers of fear. You could hear Nat trying to ration with Steve, but his Alpha had long since taken over. You screamed into your fist as you heard a deafening crash, followed by a sickening silence.

The only sound was your heavy breathing and your heart violently pumping in your ears. Your hand was covered in saliva and bite marks from being shoved into your mouth. You strained your ears for any hint as to what was going on in Nat’s bedroom, but there was nothing.

You screamed as the silence was broken by the bathroom door being pushed open so violently that it fell off its hinges. Steve’s huge frame filled up the space, his figure ominously puffing from knocking out all of his mates. You could make out his nostrils flaring as he scented you, letting out a low hum.

“It’s okay, Omega. Your Alpha is here now. You're safe.”

He had mistaken the putrid scent of your fear for someone other than him, and strode towards you in the oversized ensuite. Your eyes flashed to an unconscious Natasha on the floor as you let out a cry of fear. Tears dripped down your cheeks as you backed away from him. Something cold hit your back as you came into contact with the tilted wall – you had nowhere to go.

“STEVE! STOP!” Tony had burst into the room, and dived to pull him back from you. Steve just lifted his fist, punching Tony’s face and knocking him out cold. Your eyes widened in fright as salty tears dropped.

“Please don’t hurt me,” you pleaded, holding your hands up in front of you in a pathetic attempt at protection.

“Never run away from me in heat again,” he growled out, turning you around and forcing you to bend over the sink. You screamed out for help as you tried to wiggle out of his strong embrace, but it was no use. He was a super soldier and Head Alpha. No human was stronger than him.

You let out a loud wail when Steve’s big hand made contact with your bottom, leaving it stinging and burning. He continued to spank you, growling about punishments and obeying. You closed your eyes, choking on your sobs and wails. You tried to scramble away, but he easily held you down against the cold sink, and your mind flashed to your past.

You were running through the corridors of your childhood home, the heavy footsteps of your father chasing you fueling your panic. You made it to your room, slamming the door shut. You screamed as he easily banged it open, hands raised as he came towards you. You screamed and flinched away as his heavy palms swatted down on your skin, leaving behind red handprints.

Your eyes rolled back into your head as you felt yourself drop into that familiar space of nothingness, with no scents to comfort you. You tried your best to move, to scream, but your body was rendered useless as you were forced to watch the memories of your abusive childhood flash through your head on repeat.

Steve hadn’t realised you had dropped, too busy unbuckling his belt as his rut hit its peak. He didn’t have time to react when he was suddenly flung back.

“Bad Alpha!” The Hulk grunted out, repeatedly slamming Steve into the floor like a ragdoll until he stopped responding.

The Hulk dropped Steve onto the floor next to Nat and tried to walk into the bathroom, but stopped when he realised he couldn't fit through the door frame.

“Omega okay?”

He observed your slumped-over body in confusion, realising something was wrong. He ducked his head as he forced his wide shoulders through the doorway and to your body.

“Omega?” He tried again, turning over your body to see your eyes rolled back. He easily lifted you up in his arms, recognising his Omega had dropped into subspace.

“Omega okay, Alpha here now. Hulk take care of you,” he sat down with you in his arms, trying to get you to scent him. His green face crumpled up in confusion when he saw your face still scrunching up in pain and fear. He stood up with you in his arms, walking out of the bathroom, past Nat and Steve on the floor, and out of Nat’s apartment. He took you back to the pack floor – maybe if his scent wasn’t enough to calm you in subspace, a mixture of everyone else’s would. He stomped onto the pack floor, seeing Thor groaning as he began to wake up. He quickly sat up when he remembered what had happened, and saw Hulk trying his best to comfort you. He forced his aching body up and rushed over to you. They both turned their heads to the elevator that dinged open, revealing a panicking Tony. His eyes zeroed in on your limp body in the Hulk’s hands, and he rushed over. Tony was second in command in the pack, meaning if anyone could calm you down after Steve, it was him.

“Oh my God, is she okay? What happened?!” He rushed out, kneeling beside the Hulk and Thor to grasp your hand.

“Tony! Calm down, she needs you right now – she needs your pheromones. Do your job and be the Alpha she needs. I'll take care of Steve.” Thor spoke as the voice of reason, stopping Tony’s panicked rambling. And with that, he quickly stood up and made his way to Nat’s level, where he gently set her down on her bed. He picked Steve up and brought him to his shared level with Bucky, and locked him in his room under ‘Rut Protocols’, meaning F.R.I.D.A.Y. wouldn't let him out until his cycle had passed.

The Hulk had gently passed your body over to Tony who cradled you in his muscular arms, directing your face to his neck.

“Shh, you're okay,” he spoke your name, focusing on emulating calming pheromones. He watched as your face slowly relaxed, and your fearful scent was replaced by your wonderful combination of black currant, plum, sandalwood, and peonies. He stroked your hair, gently rocking from side to side as he continued to speak soothing words of affirmation into your ear. He saw that the Hulk had closed his eyes, and he guessed that his words were also soothing to him, bringing Bruce back.

Tony sat there, continuing to soothe you until all the worry had left your gentle skin. He picked you up and brought you to the pack bedroom, the Hulk following as he stumbled along, Bruce fighting to get back out. He laid you down in the massive bed, cuddling up next to you as he continued to rub your back, pressing gentle kisses to your face.

“You’re okay now, I’ve got you.”

Three days had passed since the incident. You had awoken on what felt like a cloud, tucked in with the most delectable scents surrounding you. Tony hadn’t left your side once, making sure you knew he would keep you safe. He informed you on what had happened after you dropped; how the Hulk had knocked Steve out, allowing Thor to drag him to his room and lock him away in there under ‘Rut Protocols’. F.R.I.D.A.Y. wouldn’t let him out until it was over. The rest of them had spent a day in the medical bay, recovering from their injuries — Pietro having faced the worst of it. But more importantly, Tony and Natasha had sat you down to talk about ruts. And heats.

“It was your… scent that caused him to start his rut. F.R.I.D.A.Y. tracks them all so there are never any surprises, but throw an Omega into the mix — more specifically, our Omega, and things are bound to go awry,” Tony awkwardly chuckled.

Nat cleared her throat, “When an Alpha goes into their rut, they revert to their most primal nature, their most basic, animal instinct. To mate. It’s the same for Omegas when they go into their heat.”

“Kind of like our periods?” You asked her, to which she nodded.

“A lot more painful, though. It can only be soothed by… You know…” She awkwardly waved her hands around.

“By having sex.” Tony bluntly put, making your face grow red.

“Oh.”

Your eyes glazed over as you faintly remembered the distant sound of a belt unbuckling.

“Why was Steve… Hitting me, though?” You whispered, your body involuntarily shivering.

Nat’s lips dropped into a frown.

“That’s our fault, we should’ve discussed this sooner, we were planning to before everything happened, but… It’s considered standard discipline in our universe for disobeying Omegas,” she spoke, Tony overtaking, “Alphas set out a series of rules for their Omegas to follow, like not leaving the residence without an Alpha by their side, or going to bed at a certain hour. We’ll sit you down once Steve comes out of his rut — which should be any day now — and go over your rules, and we can discuss punishments we’re all comfortable with.”

Your nose scrunched at that.

“Why would you have rules? There’s no need for punishments if I agree with all the rules — I wouldn’t break them. I’m not a child,” you huffed, crossing your arms. This all sounded so stupid.

Tony and Natasha glanced at each other.

“The main point of the rules is usually to lay out a schedule for domming and subbing sessions. We all need to dominate you at least once a month to safely release our pheromones, just like you need to drop to release your submissive pheromones.”

“…Dominate me?” Your eyes bulged as you looked at Tony. Natasha quickly chimed in, “Not sex — not unless you want to. Domming sessions can be a variety of things, like letting us do your hair, or picking out an outfit for you to wear. I promise, любимая, we will never do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

You gulped as you took it all in, slowly nodding. It didn’t sound so bad.

“And how do you safely drop? Everyone keeps saying it’s dangerous every time I have dropped,” you questioned.

“Omegas are never supposed to drop by themselves, and it should never be out of fear. Your Alphas will guide you down lovingly, safely. Lots of Alphas use the contact point of the bottom—“

You immediately gulped, making Tony slightly raise his voice.

“—But! We know you don’t like that, and Bruce has been testing a new dropping technique via meditation guided by one of us.”

You blinked, slowly nodding again.

“Okay,” you whispered. Your heart fluttered as the two Alphas in front of you grinned.

You missed the flicker of worry in Tony’s eyes, he would have to talk to Steve and Bucky about the no smacking. They were always more traditional. He could only hope they would listen to him.

You cleared your throat as you prepared your last question.

“Wanda told me that only Alphas and Omegas that are soulmates can scent each other. That day in the lab, I could smell the faint aroma of chamomile, incense, and freshly mown grass…”

They glanced at each other, already knowing where you were going with this.

“I smelt it again when I was in subspace. When the Hulk helped me.”

A beat.

“He’s an Alpha, isn’t he? And he’s my soulmate — our soulmate — that’s why I can smell him.”

They both nodded.

“And you said… that we all have to mate?” You gulped, your breathing picking up.

“It sounds scary любимая, but you don’t actually have to do it with the Hulk. Bruce is enough, they share the same DNA.” She leaned forward to grab your hand. You let out a shaky breath, “Okay.”

“Mr. Stark,” F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice came from the ceiling, “Mr. Rogers has finished his rut. Permission to let him out of his room?”

Your breathing picked up again, and Natasha took you under her embrace.

“It’s okay, honey,” Tony spoke, “F.R.I.D.A.Y can’t be wrong, she’s measured his hormone levels.” He then turned to the ceiling, letting her know it was okay to end Steve’s rut protocol.

You turned around at the sound of someone clearing their throat. Behind you, on the couch you were sitting on, stood Bucky. A small, sheepish smile flickered on his face as he awkwardly stood there.

“Mind if we talk?” His blue gaze centred on you, making you gulp. Natasha squeezed your hand.

“Can Nat stay?” You whispered, and he glanced at her, before looking back at you with a nod.

“Ouch,” Tony clutched his heart in mock offense.

“Sick of me already?” He stood up, leaning down to kiss your forehead as you giggled.

“It’s okay, I’ll go check on Steve and the others,” and with that, he left the pack living room.

Bucky walked over to the couches, sitting across from you and Nat. You appreciated the distance.

“I owe you an apology,” he softly spoke.

“Steve and I met and mated over eighty years ago, so our bond is incredibly strong. We tend to sync up a lot, which is why when he got sent into his rut and his Alpha took over, mine did too. The only thought on my mind was to help him, and protect him. I’m sorry I didn’t help you. Protect you. I can’t imagine how frightful that must’ve been for you. And I’m sorry.” He leaned forward, his blue eyes shining with apology and guilt.

“If it’s okay with you, I'd like to start over again. On a better foot,” he stood up, coming over with his flesh hand held out, “My name is James Barnes, but you can call me Bucky.” His smile was infectious, and you couldn’t help but smile back as you returned his handshake, also introducing yourself.

“Well, it’s lovely to meet you,” your name fell from his lips like honey, making your heart flutter.

“I owe you an apology too.”

All three of your heads swiveled to the elevator, seeing Steve stepping out with a face of embarrassment and regret.

He spoke your name, “I am so, so sorry. It’s no excuse, but I was so imbalanced from the mission we’d just returned from, and having your scent lingering around the tower, but not being able to see you, was killing me. Killing my inner Alpha. I was due to start my rut soon, as well, so the mission leaving me on edge really didn’t help. And then to hear that you had arrived, our beautiful Omega, while I was gone? It destroyed me. I wanted to meet you in person, rather than hear about you from everyone else. So when I saw you, and then smelt you… I just snapped. I’m so sorry.” He spoke sincerely, his gentle blue eyes watering. He had walked closer to the three of you on the couch, but kept his distance as he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

“Thank you, both of you,” you glanced at Bucky before your eyes returned back to Steve, “for your apologies. I really appreciate them.” You smiled, before blushing sheepishly, “And I’m sorry, too. I didn’t realise that would happen… In that amount,” you referred to your slick, “It’s just… Well, you’re really hot,” you squeaked, your eyes dropping from Steve’s face to your lap.

His pale cheeks turned pink at your admission, and he shyly rubbed the back of his neck, still the shy 5’4 boy from Brooklyn. Bucky chuckled, standing up to slap Steve on the shoulder, “Never could take compliments, could you?”

“Shut up, Buck,” he whined, half-heartedly pushing him away. The four of you chuckled, and you found yourself entirely comfortable for the first time.

‘See? This isn't so scary,’ your inner Omega told you, making you internally roll your eyes.

“Well, I love a lot more apologies I need to give out,” Steve awkwardly smiled, making Bucky nod in agreement, “Me too.”

They both bid you goodbye, promising to see you soon. And with that, they were off to apologise to the rest of their pack for their actions.

“So, how do you feel?” Nat held both her hands in yours, gently smiling at you.

“Overwhelmed, but weirdly okay with it all,” you slowly nodded, trying to gather your thoughts.

“You know what I need?” You glanced up into her green eyes. She rose one delicate eyebrow, signaling for you to continue.

“I need a night out. A girl's night out.”

She smirked.

“That can be arranged.”

You, Nat, and Wanda were dancing around her massive ensuite in your intimates, getting ready for your night out. Nat’s bathroom was still being fixed, so you had been staying with Wanda in the meantime, still not ready to sleep in the pack bedroom.

“I love this song!” Wanda yelled out as Nobody’s Business by Rhianna started playing. You giggled as Nat clutched your chin, applying makeup to your face. A blue whir sped into the bathroom, making you all jump as Pietro appeared. Luckily, Nat hadn’t been applying anything to your face, otherwise it would've ended up a mess.

“PIETRO! GET OUT!” Wanda screeched, clamoring for a towel to cover her bra and undies.

“Someone’s here to see you,” he spoke, avoiding looking at Wanda at all costs.

“Who?” Nat asked in curiosity.

“Your favourite alien,” a blonde woman winked, walking into the room.

“Carol!” Wanda squealed, dropping her towel as she ran to hug her. Pietro took that as his cue to go, and sped off to find Peter and tell him what he saw. You looked delicious in your lace white bra and panty set.

“Hi Wands, how have you been?” She tapped her finger under the younger woman’s chin, making the brunette preen at the affection. This elicited a low growl from Nat’s throat.

“Still as territorial as always, Nat? And I see now you've finally found your Omega?” She grinned with an air of arrogance. You shifted under her gaze – she was definitely an Alpha.

“Yes, so tread carefully,” Nat wrapped her arm around your waist, pulling you flush to her body. Wanda, who could sense the rising tension, stepped in.

“Could you help me pick out an outfit for tonight? We’re having a girl’s night out!” She grabbed Carol’s hand, pulling her out of the bathroom and into her bedroom.

“A girl’s night, hey? Mind if I come?” You could hear Carol talking in the bedroom, making Nat groan in annoyance.

“I’m guessing you don’t like her very much?” You whispered to Nat.

“She’s just very flirty,” Nat grumbled, “Which is weird considering she’s mated.”

“To who?” You questioned.

“Dunno, more Kree, I guess,” Nat shrugged, not caring.

“You're cute when you're jealous,” you shyly flirted, making Nat smirk at you.

“Yeah?” She leaned in, raising her eyebrow.

“Yeah.” You nodded, eyes darting down to her lips.

She took that as a green light, and leaned in even closer, giving you the opportunity to back away. Instead, you moved to close the gap, pressing your lips to hers. You sighed as you felt her pillowy lips move against yours, like two pieces of a puzzle fitting perfectly together. Like soulmates.

“Am I interrupting something?”

You both broke apart as you saw Wanda smirking in the doorway, holding two outfits by her side.

“Beta,” Nat growled, annoyed that she had stopped your kiss.

“It’s okay, there’s plenty of time for that later,” you soothed the redhead, pressing a kiss to her cheek. She calmed significantly.

Wanda sighed dreamily, “Everything’s better with an Omega. Anyways, I picked out your outfits!” She held up black clothing items in both of her hands, and you took in her own outfit. She was wearing a black cropped top with tight-fitting long sleeves, with a matching black mini skirt and boots that came to rest gently at her mid-calf. She had slicked her hair back into a messy braid, and popped in some gold hoop earrings.

“Wanda, you look hot!” You exclaimed, moving forward now that Nat had finished your makeup.

“Thanks!” She grinned, “You too! And we can all match in our black outfits,” she held out her right hand to you, and you grabbed a black mini dress from her.

“Both of you will have to take your bras off,” she winked, handing Nat her clothes too before shutting the door behind her to give the two of you privacy.

You chuckled as you turned around, unclipping your bra and resting it on the bathroom counter. Nat had turned to face away too, and you both got changed into your chosen outfits. You hummed at Wanda’s decision, liking the halter-neck dress she had chosen for you. You felt a hand graze your bare back and you turned around, seeing Nat dressed.

“Woah,” your eyes bugled, taking in her beauty. Wanda had her in a tiny black top that looked more like a bra, with a pair of black leather pants.

“Are you two done?” Wanda banged on the door, eager to accessorise the two of you.

“Yes!” You called out, gulping as Nat’s hungry eyes drank your body in. Wanda burst in, holding some black boots for you that ended just below your knees, and some black heels for Nat. She grabbed your wrists to place a gold Cartier bangle on it.

“Where’d you get this from?” Your eyes bulged at the expensive item.

“Tony just sent it up! Pietro must’ve told Peter, and Peter would've told Tony. Which means we should get going, like, now. They’re going to be so insanely jealous and try to tag along, so we need to make our quick escape!”

“Солнышко, if they want to come, not much is going to stop them,” Nat chuckled. This made Wanda let out a loud whine, “But it’s supposed to be a girl’s night out!”

“You’re acting like you don’t have magic,” Carol snorted from where she was lounging on the bed. You saw that she had changed outfits too, and was now wearing a black silk blouse with the first few buttons undone. She had a black leather jacket over the top, with black jeans and boots to match.

You smirked as you looked in Wanda’s big mirror, “We all look so hot. Like dark angels or something.”

“Connecting with our dark feminine!” Wanda exclaimed, twirling around you.

“Have you already had something to drink, Солнышко?” Nat asked Wanda amusedly, making her giggle, “Maybe!” She dragged out.

“Okay, let's go,” you clapped your hands together, eager to go to a club and get drunk.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., where are the rest of the pack?” Nat asked the ceiling, knowing they would have to be very sneaky if they wanted this to remain only girls.

“Sitting in the living room and kitchen on the pack floor, Ms. Romanoff,” the robotic voice answered.

“Okay, could you please take us straight down to the car garage? And have Happy waiting there for us with the address Wanda picked out earlier?” She spoke, grabbing your hand as she guided you out of Wanda’s room, the other two following.

“Yes ma’am.”

Ten minutes later, the four of you had successfully snuck out of the tower and were now on your way to a club.

“Will F.R.I.D.A.Y. cover for us?” You asked the girls, to which Carol scoffed.

“It’s an A.I., of course it won't.”

Your shoulders sagged as you leaned closer to Nat, making her wrap a protective arm around your shoulders, “Ignore her любимая. But, to answer your question, no. She can never lie to Tony.”

You hummed in response.

“So, that gives us probably an hour max, before they start looking for us!” Wanda exclaimed, bouncing in her seat next to you as she urged Happy to drive faster.

Another ten minutes later and you had reached the club, being brought in through a V.I.P entrance.

“Perks of being an Avenger,” Nat winked at you, making you swoon.

‘Fuck, she’s hot,’ you thought.

You all immediately went to the bar, ordering your favourite drinks and downing them in minutes.

“Shots on me!” Carol exclaimed, ordering some more alcohol for the four of you.

“Do you even have American money?” You chuckled, to which she replied, “Nope.”

You all burst out into laughter, taking the shots anyway, because as Wanda said, “We’ll just use Tony’s card.”

Your inhibitions went away as the liquid courage coursed through your veins, making you want to dance. You grabbed Nat and Wanda’s hands, the latter grabbing onto Carol, dragging them onto the dance floor. ‘Losers’ by The Weeknd and Labrinth blasted throughout the club, making you feel like a million bucks. You ran your fingers through your hair as you were sandwiched between Nat and Wanda, the flashing lights colouring the dark club. You closed your eyes, letting yourself get lost in the music and blissful feeling of being drunk. You moved your hips in rhythm to the song, grinding your hips onto Nat behind you. She quickly placed her hands on your hips, pushing her pelvis into your bottom. Wanda grabbed your hands, twirling under your arms as she moved in beat to the song as well. Carol stood behind her, making eye contact with you. She winked and smirked as she leaned in closer.

“We’ve got company.”

Your eyes widened as you glanced around, not seeing what she was seeing.

Wanda groaned as she saw the familiar white hair of her brother, “It’s only been an hour!”

You glanced around and spotted various pack members scattered around the club.

“Fuck them,” you yelled out over the music, “Let’s give ‘em a show,” you cheekily grinned, leaning further back into Nat as you continued to move your hips sexually. You grabbed her hands on your waist, pulling them up closer to your breasts. Wanda giggled as she saw you teasing, and came in closer to you. You were all sandwiched together, dancing and grinding to the sexual music. You opened your eyes and made direct eye contact with Steve who had been sitting at the bar, a beer tightly clutched in his hand. He gulped as he saw your hooded eyes staring back at him, a teasing smirk playing on your lips as his eyes trailed down your body. He watched, entranced by the way your hips ground back into Nat. Oh, how he wished that was him. Bucky sat next to him in a similar state.

Peter and Pietro were downing shot after shot, eager to push their way onto the dance floor and join you. Tony was carefully watching from a velvet couch in the V.I.P section, accepting the complimentary drinks that were being brought to him. His eyes scanned the dark club, watching the heaving mass of bodies on the dance floor. Thor and Bruce had stayed back at the tower, so Tony didn’t have to worry about Bruce going green. But that didn’t mean he had nothing to worry about – Steve and Bucky were looking like they were about to eat you alive, and they weren’t the only ones.

Tony’s eyes narrowed as he saw multiple other men in the club watching the four of you dance together, licking their lips.

Steve had noticed this too, and let out a growl of jealousy. He stood up, making his way over to the dance floor when he noticed one of the men pushing his way towards you.

“Hey girls, you looking for an Alpha?” The stranger flashed a grin, making Nat growl and bear her teeth. Carol shoved him with her shoulder, pushing him away with a snarl.

He rolled his eyes, making eye contact with you, “Pretty little Omega like yourself deserves a proper Alpha to be with. None of this pussy shit,” he sneered, glancing down at the two female Alphas.

“Back off, or things are gonna get real ugly,” a deep voice growled, and you turned to see Steve standing next to you, his body bristling with anger. How dare they disrespect his girls like that? His pack?

“Oh shit,” the man gulped, seeing Steve fucking Rogers standing in front of him. He quickly scampered off, and Tony watched, amused, as all the other men that had been staring at you averted their gazes. You scoffed in annoyance.

“So the only time they’ll respect us is if there’s a man here?” You rolled your eyes, annoyed, but not surprised, that misogyny also existed in this universe.

“You wanna come with me, baby?” Carol spoke, stepping closer as she ran her knuckles over your cheekbones, “It’s a lot less crazy where I’m from,” she whispered into your ear. Loud growls from Steve and Nat came from behind you and to your side, making Carol step away with her hands raised. She chuckled, shooting you a wink.

Nat could sense your anger — they all could — and so she pulled you off the dance floor and towards the V.I.P lounge that Tony had booked.

“Hey, baby,” he grinned up at you, swishing a glass of scotch in his hands. You grumbled as you sat next to him on the couch, arms crossed.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, to which you shook your head.

He wouldn’t get it.

“I think you’ve had a bit too much to drink—“ Steve leaned forward, itching to pull you onto his lap.

You leaned away, “Have not!”

Bucky chuckled at your childish response, leaning forward to tickle your chin.

“You’re so cute.”

You glared at him in annoyance, shifting closer to Nat.

“So much for a girl’s night out,” you mumbled.

“Eh,” Wanda shrugged, “an hour, that’s a new record.”

“I think we should set out some rules — I don’t want you sneaking out again—“ Steve spoke, interrupted by Nat.

“Are you forgetting that she had two Alphas with her, Steve? One of them being her literal soulmate?” She raised her eyebrow in annoyance.

“Are you trying to challenge me?” Steve puffed his chest, his designation as Head Alpha coming forward.

Nat leaned back in defeat, rolling her eyes as she mumbled a ‘no’.

“Didn’t think so,” Steve curtly spoke, his gaze turning back to you. You gulped.

“Now, let’s talk rules, and more importantly, punishments.”

author’s note:

note to self: don’t publish stories from your laptop again, tumblr will mess them up😭

thank you guys for being so patient and understanding! tumblr was being so annoying yesterday and ruining my chapter :( it looked really ugly lol so i deleted it, and luckily it’s back to working again!!

there’s not too many chapters left to go now, maybe two or three? unless you guys give me more thots👀 and i can’t help but add them in and make it longer

anyways, please, please, please reblog!! likes don’t help at all in the way of sharing my work, so if you appreciate this story, please reblog!😚 also let me know your thoughts on the chapter, i absolutely adore reading them! it’s literally the favourite part of my day :)) it means the world to me! 🤍🤍 thank you for reading, and i hope you enjoyed it!

kisses, char Xx

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diana-simona

2 years ago

I am not in the US but maybe I can help by rebloging

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