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Premium Stock - Omegaverse Alpha!LoganXOmegaAvenger!Reader

Mature! Spicy!

Word count: 1,762

Ever forgetful, you have a bad habit of not making sure your bedroom door closes before you answer your bestfriend's phone call.

Logan is temporarily "on loan" as means of returning a favor so he is staying at the Avengers Compound.

When he overhears the depraved way you talk about his cum, he can only stay back and listen for so long.

Alpha cum works like vitamins for omegas, and helps keep them healthy and strong. The stronger the alpha, the better his...quality.

And Logan? Nothing short of premium stock.

When you refer to him as that one too many times, he decides to give you what you've been begging the wrong person for.

In my omegaverse, I get rid of knotting! Omegas crave cum similar to when ovulating and they literally cum on contact as their adaptation to get more from him.

(Minor humiliation kink, beg for it, saying some seriously cum thirsty things to your bestie, arrogant!Logan, eventual fwb arrangement, cum dumpster!Reader, Unprotected P/V sex, cumflation kink, degradation, wanting to be used.)

You sat criss-cross in your computer chair, talking to your best friend; the only person you’d speak so openly with and share all your depraved omega hindbrain stuff with.

Omegas were rare and often paired up as children, like having a sixth sense.

When you two latched on to each other even before you presented, it was no surprise to anyone how both of you turned out.

You knew she would not only listen and not judge, but understand the absolute filth that ran through your mind in a place filled with so many alphas.

You weren’t blind. The eye candy in the Avengers Compound was very real.

But Logan was special.

Logan brought out your feral nature like no other, and while Bucky was a trusted friend and your go-to for Alpha related needs, Logan carried an air about him that screamed wild and your body heard it loud and clear.

Now a grown adult, your sixth sense was demanding you fuck that alpha right now, later, and whenever he wanted.

“I'm telling you, I would bend over for him in a heartbeat. I'd be honored to be filled by him. I know just saying that sets omegas back centuries but he's just wasting it and I…I could actually use it. He’s just so….FUCK!”

You groaned in to the phone pressed against your ear while your fellow omega friend laughed.

“Gotta get it while you can. If he's as enhanced and dominant as you say he's probably wasting it daily – several times, I bet.”

Your cheeks burned at the thought, but you kept talking, “ I know he’s just staying here temporarily, but that…that shouldn’t be wasted. He’s just…ugh he’s premium stock, Kells, I wish you could meet him. I’m usually a let’s be friends first type but holy shit…the disrespectful things I’d let him do to me if it meant getting a massive load as reward- fucking please.” You begged, getting another giggle from your friend.

“Just tell the man you want him to dump it in you instead of washing it down the drain. I'm sure he'd be happy to…donate to the needy.”

You audibly scoffed, ignoring the throbbing in your core at all this talk.

“I could never. I’d die if he knew how badly I want him to admire the bow in my hair while he fucks my throat.”

Kelsey laughed, “You’re wild, girl.”

“More like feral!”

Both of you shared a laugh.

Laughter that carried through the door you’d accidently left cracked open and directly to the alpha in question, who’d been standing there all along.

In your excitement at seeing your best friend’s face pop up on the caller ID, you hadn’t made sure your bedroom door latched behind you.

He’d noticed your lack of attention to detail but at the moment, it was working in his favor so he forgave it.

You had him at bend over, though he particularly enjoyed being referred to as premium stock.

He had no idea how much the Avengers’ timid smokeshow of an omega wanted him and thirsted for him until then.

His cock stiffened as he went over your words in his head again, telling another omega how much you prized his cum as a reward and that it was a finite resource it was a shame to waste.

He thought about what you said every time he tossed another towel you would be jealous of into the laundry.

He grinned as he wished he could tell you that your friend was right; several times a day he shot rope after rope in a towel, toilet paper, down a drain or just in his hand.

The deeper in lust you fell the more you were too excited to answer the phone to make sure your bedroom door clicked shut.

Never mind not knowing you only had to ask FRIDAY to engage the soundproofing that came standard in everyone’s bedroom for obvious reasons.

Logan definitely wasn’t going to lose the most entertainment he’d had since he’d been “loaned” to the Avengers as a means to repay a favor from Charles to Tony.

Another night, you lay on your back on your bed with your cell phone on speaker, looking up at the ceiling.

“I’m serious! He could just barge into my room about to burst and twirl his finger around to tell me to get in position and I would. I’d bend right over my desk and let him push my skirt up.”

“For such a ladylike femme, you are a cum slut in disguise.”

You both laughed in that gleeful way that hurt his ears a little.

“A cum connoisseur, I have high standards.”

“Supersoldiers and mutants only!” Kelsey laughed.

Like most omegas, you had a thing for powerful alphas.

“I want to say if I met the right guy but…” you wrinkled your nose.

Unlike most omegas, your mutation required you to take stronger males to remain at full strength.

Your forcefields were impenetrable, and the price was getting filled like a water balloon by enhanced alphas.

It’s a pretty sweet deal, honestly.

So long as you weren’t in a serious relationship, there was no negative stigma with accepting different males so no one thought any less of you.

Though some omegas would have been appalled when you said, “I wish it was still socially acceptable to ask him to fill me like a rutted bitch at his convenience.” Your eyes fluttered as your brain took the thought further, “God, I would fucking love for him to actually rut me.”

Or when you said, “I bet he’s a growler…I’ve heard him do it when Tony pissed him off…even that was so…ugh! I swear, Kells, I felt every rumble in my clit, I had to make an excuse and get out of there before I started to drip!”

It was the third time you called him the primal words that stoked his ego like nothing else, that he finally granted your wish.

“It’s the only way I can describe him, seriously! Fuck! He’s wasting premium stock and –“ your words choked to a stop as the door swung open.

Immediately, your cheeks were ablaze and you tried to babble out an excuse but Logan only smirked, locking the door behind him.

“Engage soundproofing.”

You jumped when FRIDAY confirmed the command, dropping your chin in shame.

“Talk to you later!” you vaguely heard your friend’s voice before she hung up.

Your eyes locked on his cock, standing out against his jeans, unable to help but gulp anxiously.

Just like you’d once said, he beckoned you over with one finger and patted your computer desk.

Your brain short circuited, feet leading you over instantly.

“I’m not gonna waste another drop of this premium stock for the rest of my time here.” He grunted, pushing on your back to lay you forward and reaching under your skirt to pull your panties down, slicing them in half with a single claw once they reached your knees.

Your breath came out in short puffs and you let him shove your skirt up to your waist.

His belt came undone in a flash and soon you felt his hot, wide tip. He wiped a bit of precum on your clit to kick your omega body into a nearly instant waterfall.

“You really want my cum, don’t you, you desperate little wanna be cum dumpster. Look at how you respond to the barest courtesy an alpha can give an omega he’s about to fill until she’s bloated like a rutted bitch."

Your eyes widened in shock but your hips raised for him as the words hit your ears.

“You like the sound of that, huh?”

You grew rigid, making him laugh a little cruelly. “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s only natural to want the strongest alpha in the room.”

Your eyes rolled as he rubbed his head on your clit a little harder, body pliant under his calloused hand that gripped your hip.

“...p-please, Logan...” you couldn’t find any other words, back arching as you desperately tried to get him to slip inside.

“What, dollface? What do you want?”

He watched your face crinkle with irritation, mild amusement in his eyes.

“Y-you heard…you know.” You couldn’t say those things to him!

“Yeah, but you’re gonna tell me face to face right now…or you get nothing.”

His tone turned mocking at the end, grinning as your face shifted to a look of desperation.

He watched your internal struggle while lazily running his cock up and down your folds, dipping just enough to almost breach your weeping entrance.

Logan was nearing the end of his rope, but he wanted to hear you beg for it.

Directly.

Your pathetic whimpers didn’t move him as he waited.

“I can’t s-say those things to y-you.”

He snickered, “Only about me, huh?”

Shame burned at your cheeks, but you couldn’t deny how badly you needed him.

“Say it. Tell me what you want.”

The command gripped your throat like an expertly placed hand, perfectly scratching the part of your brain that was comforted by being controlled.

Your eyes closed, brows wrinkling as the words fell out of your mouth; “I don’t want you to waste another drop of your top shelf cum. I don’t care if you don’t have time to fuck and just walk in here about to burst, bend me over my bed and give me two pumps before you fill me like a Boston cream.”

A small grin quirked at the alpha’s lips at your analogy.

But you continued, opening your eyes and turning your head to the side to look back at him, eyes damp with embarrassment and cheeks flushed with arousal.

“I would be honored to be your cum dumpster, whenever you need a release…please…give it to me."

That wild look in his eye grew more intense as you begged for him in the most primal, arguably degrading way an omega could.

But you meant it…and it worked.

“You’re mine now, Angel. I don’t give a shit who you fuck when I’m gone, but as long as I’m around, your pussy belongs to me, got it?” He growled through clenched teeth just before snapping his hips forward with enough force to shove you into the desk and pin you between the wood and the unyielding wall of muscle that was his body.

“Yes, Logan.” Your voice came out as a slight shriek of surprise, but your back arched again as you made sure to fuck back- eager to earn your first serving of premium stock.

First of many.

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rissararity · 23 days ago

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It Just Needs a Little...Shaping! -Bob Reynolds X Thunderbolt!Reader

Bob is full of so much magic and feels hopeless about learning to use it. In your Avenger days, you had your own magic, were known to have incredible power and joined Doctor Strange on several of his own missions.

Sentry's power is untapped, untamed...but you think it just needs a little...shaping.

You're the bow, he's the arrow

Word count: 1,043

In which - you, an ex-Sorceress- help your friend Bob control his magic in a sweet, supportive way. The team is proud and a group hug ensues.

You and Bob are slowing falling for each other/idiots in love, there's little hints at that. Writing Yelena is so fun! Found family vibes!

“It's too hard! I can’t do it!” Frustrated, Bob threw his hands down. “I'm such a failure!”

The mug he’d been trying very hard to levitate simply changed color from orange to blue before your very eyes.

You were quick to pat his back and reassure him that magic based on emotions was very hard to control.

Before you’d lost your powers, you’d gone through a lot of guilt, pain and therapy before you’d gotten to be the Avenger everyone knew and loved.

The masses here had no idea of the multiversal blood on your hands. An entire world that no longer existed because you had one bad breakdown.

One slip up covered you in invisible blood that stained in a way you couldn’t describe.

You would do everything you could to make sure Bob didn’t go down the same path.

Sentry certainly had the same, Will driven, do whatever you want kind of magic you once did.

“Hmm…”

He peaked over at you, baggy sweater sleeves slightly tear stained as he wiped his face a final time.

“Maybe you just need some help to…direct it. Maybe…” you started to pick at your lower lip as you put together your thoughts, dully feeling Bob pull your hand away before you peeled the skin and drew blood.

Again.

His much larger hand kept a hold on your dominant one, feeling how your fingertips twitched and you still tried to pick despite it.

Bob’s grip tightened ever so slightly to keep you from slipping out while he watched the gears turn in your head.

Your eyes skimmed over your handwich, then up and down both your forearm and his.

He noticed you refocus, feeling excitement in his stomach when you looked up at him with a renewed spark in your eyes.

“Maybe I can sort of….guide it. If you feed your magic into me -just a little bit – I think I can…shape it.”

“Is that safe? Will it work?”

You shrugged, “I’ve done similar things in the past. I know you don’t know much about…who I was but trust me…a little bit of Sentry’s magic won’t hurt.”

You brought your other hand up the back of the one on the bottom of yours, pressing together.

A bright smile lit up your face, nudging him a little with your shoulder. “We can do this! Let’s give it a try! I’ll help you.”

A light dusting of pink entered his cheeks, small nod making his long, dark hair dance around them.

A striking, white ring formed in his iris’ as your support instilled the confidence he needed.

He rolled up his sweater sleeves, showing surprisingly toned, milky forearms.

Not wanting to risk ruining the moment by making him ask, you held out your non-dominant hand.

Bob was a little too eager to take it, sandwiching it between his own again and visibly a bit surprised at it's size.

Heat shot up your arm at the touch, you assumed it was Sentry's magic going from his body to yours.

Admittedly, it was magic but not the kind you thought.

You inhaled sharply as a rush of energy came to you, pupils dilating as your body re-learned how to handle magic; Like plugging in an old refrigerator for the first time in years.

Bob watched a similar ring appear in your eyes for a couple of seconds, calm and unaware of the risk you were taking for him.

You had no idea if your body could still handle magic, physically. You could have exploded into ichor on contact from the inside out.

Luckily, the ‘fridge still works!

It only took a couple of seconds but, for you, it felt like several minutes had passed by the time you felt his magic flow through your pipes like it belonged there.

Turning your gaze on the mug, you held out a hand the way you once did and used the magic Bob was feeding you to make the ceramic slowly lift from the counter.

Cheers came from both of you, your shouts of joy gathering the curious ears of a couple of your teammates.

When Yelena, Alexi and Bucky entered the kitchen, they witnessed you turning the mug different colors at Bob's gleeful request – all while it hovered a foot off the counter.

Both of you had huge smiles on your faces and genuine happiness in your eyes.

“Glad to see you’re making progress.” Bucky offered, aware he wasn’t good at this sort of thing.

“Making progress?! They’re in here kicking ass and doing actual magic!”

You set the mug down as Yelena came over with her arms wide, letting her take both you and Bob in them.

He hesitated for just a second before putting his arms around the two of you, still smiling.

“You guys are amazing! I’ve seen a lot of technology…some reeeeally fucked up shit, honestly,” she glanced over at Alexi, who shrugged and nodded, “But magic I just cannot believe exists! That’s so cool!”

The large man joined the hug, putting his daughter in the middle and easily encircling your and Bob’s shoulders while Yelena shifted to hug your waists.

“And our friends can use it! Together, there is nothing you can’t do!”

Bob’s chuckle of joy warmed all of your hearts as you were squeezed.

“Oh no you don’t, Barnes. Group hugs are mandatory. I don’t know what this is about but I’m in!”

You all looked over to see John enter and stop Bucky who’d tried to weasel out while the group was distracted.

He pretended not to like the hugs, but you all knew he got just as much from them as the rest of the team.

And that’s why he rolled his eyes and immediately turned back on his heel to hide his grin from the other super soldier, then came over to join the group hug with confidence.

Bucky draped himself around you and Alexi, cool metal of his arm going around your lower back.

When John wrapped around Bob’s back you felt his arm cross your shoulder blades, pulling you a little closer to Yelena who happily tipped her head back to have room to breathe.

You agreed with her.

The minor suffocation was well worth it.

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