He even let Wade hold down his wrists with one fucking hand while he fucked Logan as hard as he possibly could. The first time he lets him choke him, Wade is the one who needs aftercare because he literally cannot believe his luck and feels like maybe he’s hallucinating. Logan surprisingly doesn’t get annoyed or laugh at him but without opening his eyes his claws come out and straight into Wade’s side.

“That feel real to you bub?”

Wade starts to laugh, “I love you.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62112469

@cheesuschristman you can think them for making me write this, I wrote most of it at night so be warned it sucks.

Omega Lucy MacLean's first unmedicated heat in the wastelands. She's had a heat before but never like this, never hungry and painful and so miserably horny she feels like she's going to die.

Alpha Cooper is obviously going insane but trying to remain a gentleman for once.

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“I’m in pain,” she whines, curling in on herself as they walk.

“I know, sweetheart,” Cooper murmurs and shakes his head, “Nothin’ we can do about it though.”

“But it hurts so much.”

“I don’t have anything for the pain, Lucy, that's why we gotta keep walking to the next town.”

“You could fuck me.”

Cooper must be a goddamn saint for not taking Lucy right where she stands, staring up at him with her big doe eyes, asking for him, and absolutely radiating pheromones that affect him even with his sense of smell shot to hell.

“You don’t want that.”

“You don’t get to tell me what I want.”

“Lucy, you’re in heat, you’re essentially delirious and- ”

“I touch myself and think about you touching me instead ya know,” she says, trying a different tactic, “I’ve reached orgasm thinking about you being inside me. I like looking at you. I like it when you touch me, even when it’s rough. I want you, Cooper.”

Lucy can tell the moment the ghoul has made up his mind, can tell in the set of his shoulders and the hardening of his eyes that whatever he’s decided, he’s sticking with it. Thankfully, she only has to wonder what it might be for a couple seconds before he’s scooping her up and into her arms and kissing her for all she’s worth.

Part 1 — Part 2

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Peter doesn’t mean to, he really, really doesn’t it just kind of happens, one minute they’re celebrating a victory and the next second Peter’s so close to kissing Logan it’s incredibly obvious and he feels frozen, unsure how to get out of this without either actually kissing him or just straight up running away.

“Whatcha doing, Pete?” Logan asks slowly as Peter’s heartbeat kicks up so high it hurts his chest.

Peter goes for the latter of his options and tries to scramble away but suddenly his jaw is caught firm in Logan’s grip.

“Nothing!” He practically squeaks, face flushing hot, his eyes darting away.

“Where ya going?”

“Uhh. Somewhere that I can stop embarrassing myself? If that’s even possible?”

“Why?”

“Why do you think?! I just…super fucked up.”

“How?”

“Are you trying to be an asshole?”

“I’m gonna ask once. And I’ll respect your answer, don’t for a second think I won’t alright?”

Peter dumbly half nods in his grip and waits.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” Logan asks and the way he says it makes Peter melt, hungry, undeniably wanting, but soft, tone carrying that respect he’s claiming to give to Peter. No wonder Wade’s so goddamn horny for him. “Because Wade said that you-”

“Yes,” Peter says, suddenly breathless, “Fuck, please, please kiss me I want- ”

The Ghoul hasn’t had a heat in literal centuries when alpha Lucy triggers the heat he didn’t know he could still have.

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Cooper can handle himself. Lucy knows this. Anyone that spends five seconds in his company knows this. And yet she doesn’t seem to have any filter when it comes to her alpha brain and his safety. That’s the only explanation for why she and another alpha are circling each other while Cooper stands there and prepares to shoot a man once again.

He’d just wanted an ice cold beer and a quiet moment and instead he’d gotten more than one alpha in his space because, he realized with something that almost tasted like fear, he’s in heat.

“Whoa, whoa, personal space,” Lucy says, slapping the hand away of one of the alphas reaching for him. She shoves another who steps closer.

“What is wrong with you people?”

“I’m in heat darlin’, means all these alphas suddenly want a piece of my leathery old hide.”

“Ghouls can get heats?”

“Apparently.”

“So that’s why you smell so good today?”

“I don’t know that good is the right word but I guess it’s your nose.”

“Everyone back off!” she snarls and two of the alphas take a step back but the third ignores her.

“He’s not taken,” the alpha says.

“He’s mine.”

“He doesn’t smell taken.”

“He’s still mine.”

“You know I’m right here right?” Cooper says, almost curiously, and he casually raises his gun.

She calls him Ghoul in public. He’s never asked for it but he’s grateful for it. The idea of others knowing his real name leaves him ill. But in private it’s Cooper this and Cooper that and *hey Cooper did you see that weird bird fly by?*

“Ghoul, can you please lower your gun?”

He tries to listen to her but can’t bring himself to let go. She steps closer to him and leans in so only he can hear her.

“Cooper,” she whispers into his ear, “I am asking you for this right now. Please give me this. I barely ask for anything I’ll follow you anywhere you know that please lower your gun and let me handle this.”

“Is it because you don’t want to look at my face?”

“No it’s cuz I like looking at your ass. Dumbass.”

“Oh I see, you’re an ass man.”

“Sure whatever now bend the fuck over.”

“I mean this genuinely, you are so romantic,” he says as he happily complies.