so contagious
✩ logan howlett/wolverine x reader | fluff | smut | 2.8k
SUMMARY | following the kissing from your movie night, logan takes you out on a proper date, while you take him back to your place afterwards. // part two of any other way
WARNINGS | smut, breastplay, oral s*x (female receiving), piv s*x, unprotected s*x // this is 70% fluff - 30% smut!
RATING | explicit
NOTES | i didn't intend to make a part two, but so many of you loved it, i had to give it a shot! this one is from logan's perspective. yes, i know this logan is a bit ooc, but, in my head, this takes place some time after worst!logan enters wade's universe and he's softened up. please leave some love if you enjoy it!
Logan has absolutely no idea what he's doing.
Standing in front of the living room mirror, he debates if he should choose the pale blue plaid shirt he's currently wearing or one of his brown ones instead. But if he chooses the latter, it'd be too similar to the one he wore when you saw him yesterday.
Overthinking isn't his style, and yet here he is, obsessing over something as trivial as his shirt color. It’s been decades since he’s been on a proper date, maybe even ever.
“Well, don't you look handsome,” Wade cuts through his thoughts with a grin and folded arms, peeling himself away from the kitchen door frame. He saunters over, reaching out to touch Logan’s hair, only for the larger man to shove him away immediately.
“Not now, Wade.”
Wade sniffs his hand dramatically. “Oh, my God–you even used hair product! This is so exciting. It's like witnessing a teenager on his first date. I feel like your mom!”
“Well, Mom,” Logan refocuses on the mirror, fixing the mess Wade made of his hair, “you can fuck off.”
Wade points a finger at him with mock sternness. “Hey, watch your language, young man.”
Then, to Logan’s surprise, Wade grows momentarily quiet as he stands next to him, both facing the mirror. “Also, the blue shirt’s the better choice.”
“Yeah?” Logan quirks an eyebrow, glancing over at the brown plaid shirts laid out on the couch.
“Yeah,” replies Wade softly, and Logan catches a genuine smile in the mirror. The heartfelt moment doesn’t last long though when Wade claps him on the back. “And don’t be so nervous, Wolvie. You already went to second base with her last night. The deal’s pretty much sealed.”
Logan scowls. “I’m not nervous.”
“Mm-hmm. You say that, but you’re being even more testy than usual. Dare I blame it on the hormones?” Suddenly, he plants a quick kiss on Logan’s cheek.
“What the fuck?!”
Logan recoils, then almost lunges at him instinctively. However, Wade’s already retreating and walking backwards, making a beeline to his bedroom with a wave of his hand.
“Be back by curfew, sweetie! But text me if you’ll be out late, or if you need anything. Some snacks, some condoms—”
“Wade!” he growls, his patience wearing thin.
Wade blows an air kiss, disappearing into his room. “Love ya! And you got this!”
Logan mumbles to himself, “Yeah, I sure hope so.”
Turning to the mirror for one final check, he adjusts his collar and straightens his shirt. His phone vibrates on the living room table and he reads the incoming texts from Laura:
- hey sorry for the late reply
- but if you haven’t gone out already, i prefer the blue over the brown
- not that it matters though
- she’ll find you handsome either way
- don’t worry! it’ll go well :)
Logan nods, reassured by Laura’s texts. It’s just a date with someone he’s already known for a little while; it’s not like a blind date or anything. He can do this.
With one last look in the mirror to check his hair and beard, he grabs his keys and wallet, slings his dark brown leather jacket over his shoulder, and heads out the door.
Logan pulls up in front of your apartment complex and gives you a quick call to let you know he’s here. When you step out of the building, his eyes can’t help but sweep over you—fitted jeans hugging your curves, an off-the-shoulder top that shows just enough, and that stunning smile that lights up your face.
He notices you checking him out too. Realizing that his hair might be messy, he quickly combs his fingers through it as you stroll over.
“Long time, no see,” you joke, referencing how you saw him just yesterday.
“Hey, gorgeous,” Logan greets, trying to sound more relaxed than he feels. He holds a helmet out to you, but catches how his grip is more tense than usual. “You ready for a ride?”
You nod, eyes sparkling with excitement. As he steps away from his bike to help you with the helmet, he finds it endearing how you lift your chin and pout a little, making it easier for him to secure the straps. He hopes his touch isn’t too rough, but when your eyes meet his and you smile up at him, he knows he must be doing something right.
With his hands so close to your face, his mind flashes to how he palmed your cheeks and neck last night as he kissed you deeply. It’s presumptuous, but he hopes for a repeat tonight.
Once you hop on the bike behind him and wrap your arms snugly around his waist, he revels in the warmth of your body against his. As he weaves through the city streets, he occasionally glances back to make sure you’re comfortable.
Logan thinks to himself how good this feels, to ride around freely with someone he cares for by his side. It’s been awhile since he’s let someone get this close to him…
Maybe he could get used to this.
Eventually, he pulls up at an old diner he’s grown fond of across town. The place gives him a sense of nostalgia, a reminder of simpler times (and, even though he tries not to think of it, it also brings back memories of that one time with Wade in the Void).
He offered to take you here because it’s familiar, cozy, and he didn’t want to overthink this date with reservations to some high-end restaurant.
Walking across the mostly empty restaurant, a waitress leads you both to a window booth, where you sit across from each other.
At first, there’s a bit of awkwardness—Logan recommends what’s good on the menu, and you take a moment to decide what to order. His foot taps on the floor as he peeks over the menu, sitting in the silence uncomfortably.
But once the waitress takes your orders, conversation flows more easily, just like it normally does at Wade’s get-togethers.
You check in with how Laura’s doing, if he and Wade have been on any more assignments recently, and how his motorcycle is running since he fixed it last.
Logan’s grateful you’re leading the conversation and asking questions; it’s always been easier for him to listen than to talk.
But he’s putting in effort tonight—he takes it upon himself to know about your life outside of work, if you’ve been reading anything lately, and how you felt about the ride over to the diner.
“A little scary, but it was fun!” you grin, resting your chin in your palm. “I’m just glad it’s you driving it. Like I said yesterday, I always feel comfortable and safe around you, Logan.”
As your foot brushes against his under the table, Logan’s gaze meets yours. You flash him a shy smile, and before he can think twice, his foot instinctively strokes yours in return. A flicker of doubt crosses his mind—Is this the kind of thing people do on dates?—but your soft giggles melt away his hesitation. The lighthearted game continues until the arrival of your food.
You dig into your food, and a random thought crosses your mind. “Have you ever used your claws to cut your food?”
Logan pauses mid-bite, his expression caught somewhere between surprise and amusement. “You know, in all of my two-hundred years of living, I’ve never really thought to try it.”
“Probably ‘cause you always have a knife around,” you say.
“Probably,” he smirks. With a glint in his eyes, he unsheathes his claws and the sound makes you jump slightly in your seat.
“Whoa,” you whisper, eyes widening in awe. Logan realizes you’ve never seen them before. Slowly, he extends his hand, the blades gleaming under the diner lights.
“Go ahead,” says Logan softly. “Just be careful.”
You reach out carefully, your fingers grazing the cool, polished metal. You’re both unusually quiet, your attention fully on each other.
Once you pull away, he turns back to his plate with a slight grin. “Okay, let’s see how this goes.”
With surprising finesse, he slices through his burger using his claws, the action both impressive and a little absurd to witness.
You burst into laughter, the sound contagious as he joins in. “Logan, I think you need to stop before you break the plate.”
He chuckles, retracting his claws and grabbing a sliced up chunk of his burger. “Yeah, probably a good idea. At least we know the answer to that question now.”
As you move on to dessert, you savor a slice of cheesecake while Logan indulges in a slice of apple pie with a scoop of vanilla ice cream. When he’s almost done, Logan takes a slow lick off his spoon and catches you staring at him.
“What’s on your mind, beautiful?” he asks with a playful smile, raising an eyebrow as he takes another bite of pie.
You scarf down the last few bites of your cheesecake before answering.
“Okay, I have to ask—” you lower your voice and lean in across the table “—can you actually smell how horny someone is?”
Logan freezes mid-chew, remembering what happened yesterday before you left.
“Fucking Wade…” he mutters, shaking his head. After a beat, he sighs. “Do I really have to answer that question?”
You gasp, covering your mouth with both hands. “Oh, my God, you totally can…”
All Logan gives you is a brief laugh and a shake of his head. He fishes for his wallet, tosses some cash onto the table, and then stands up with a grin. “C’mon, gorgeous. Let’s get outta here.”
As he pulls you to your feet, you ask half suspiciously and half in jest, “Are you saying that because you can smell something or…?”
“Maybe, maybe not...” he teases. He grabs your hand, fingers intertwining with yours, and leads you to the door. “Either way, let’s head out. C’mon.”
As you step outside and Logan helps you with your helmet again, you look up at him with a different look this time than before—one that signifies that the night’s only beginning.
As you fumble with your keys in front of your apartment door, Logan steps in from behind and grips one side of your waist. He leans in, pulling you close, and kisses the crook in your neck. You inhale sharply, losing focus as you melt into his touch.
After you finally manage to unlock the door, Logan quickly shuts the door behind him before he presses you up against the wall. Initially, you share an intense kiss, but it soon becomes fervent and open-mouthed. Rough edges of his beard even brush against your lips at some points.
Both parties quickly kick off their shoes. He peels off his leather jacket and aids you with yours. Still lip-locked, he then lifts you up and has you wrap your legs around his waist; his evident desire presses against your body.
Logan drags your top off, his heated kisses trailing from your mouth, to your neck, and down to your clavicle. His mouth leaves love upon your breasts before he pushes your strapless bra down. You gasp as his push is so rough, the bra merely snaps off and falls away towards the floor.
But Logan doesn’t stop—he hones his attention towards your hardened tips, sucking and nipping with a fervor that makes him lose himself in you.
The moans that fill your entryway only drive him crazy further, along with your fingers tugging at his hair tightly. His hands are needy, kneading your other breast with a blend of tender and strength. After a moment, he pulls back, gently setting your legs back onto the floor.
He kisses his way down from your breasts to your stomach, dropping to his knees in front of you. Logan blinks up at you as he helps unbutton your jeans, pulling them and your panties off and tossing them aside. The sight of you, completely bare and vulnerable, only heightens his desire.
He kisses your inner thigh, his breath hot against your skin as he moves towards your core. The scent of your arousal is unmistakable and intoxicating, but it’s the way your body reacts to him that drives him wild. Lifting one of your legs over his shoulders, he dives in without hesitation, his tongue exploring your wetness.
His tongue skillfully works over your most sensitive areas, each touch and flick of his tongue sending waves of pleasure through you. Logan is so immersed in the moment, he feels like he's freefalling, lost in the intensity of it all.
The need to be inside you drives him to a point of near frenzy, his own body responding with instinctive thrusts. Each lick and suck against your folds is fuelled by both the need to make you feel good and to be desperately inside of you.
“Logan, Logan—”
You shatter and unravel for him, jerking your hips against his mouth. He holds you still, securing your orgasm rides out fully. Once you do, he stands up and kisses you gently, intermingling your taste with his tongue.
Dazed, you hook your fingers with a couple of his and lead him towards your bedroom. You lay yourself on the bed first, while he watches you as he strips his shirt and tank top. He sees the inflamed hunger in your eyes at the sight of his entirety.
Crawling over to you on the bed, his hands roam your body, caressing you passionately before the next part. When he finally undoes his jeans and belts and throws them aside, he looks at you intently.
“Do you have—?”
You shush him with a finger, whispering, “Just get inside me, Logan.”
A smirk spreads across his face as he aligns himself with your slit, teasing you slightly before sliding in. Being inside you draws out a low groan from him, while you throw your head back and expel a long moan.
When you finally acclimatize to his girth, he starts to thrust slowly and kisses you throughout. It’s so easy for him to lose control, to get this over and done with, but he wants to make sure it feels good for you as it does for him.
But it doesn’t help when your hands dig into his back and your walls clench harder around him.
“Faster, please,” you beg.
He checks in with a smug grin, cocking his head slightly. “You sure, gorgeous?”
You nod breathlessly, “Please, Logan.”
And that’s enough to make him lose all restraint. He picks up the pace, his movements becoming more intense and primal. His thumb circles your clit, and the combination of his hard thrusts and gentle touch brings you over the edge in unison. He ensures you’re satisfied first before he pulls out and marks you with his release.
Panting, he catches his breath, and grazes the back of his knuckles against your thigh. Logan turns to look at you. “You ready for round two, beautiful?”
You laugh with disbelief and exhilaration. “Wait, round two alr—?”
Logan cuts you off with a deep kiss, his grin wide and satisfied. He feels you smiling into his kiss, your excitement matching his own.
Oh yeah—he definitely could get used to this.
EPILOGUE — ONE WEEK LATER
Back at Wade, Logan, and Blind Al’s apartment during another weekend get-together, you’re seated next to Logan at the dining room table, caught up in a quiet conversation with him amidst the animated chaos around you.
Suddenly, Wade appears behind you, throwing his arms around you both and playfully squishing you together.
“Say ‘thank you, Mommy Wade for our beautiful dating life and we wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you and I’m gonna name our kid after you and—’”
“What the hell is happening?” you cut in, looking at your new boyfriend.
“Just ignore him, baby,” Logan groans, shaking his head.
“Already using terms of endearment? Y’all move fast,” Wade quips. “And is that any way to treat the person who got you two lovebirds together?”
“Hey, I helped too,” Laura interjects from Logan’s side.
Wade waves her off dismissively. “Yeah, yeah. You might’ve mentioned something here and there, but I saw the vision, and not Wanda’s, might I add.”
“I’m not gonna call you ‘Mommy Wade,’ but I will thank you.” You lean over and give him a quick peck on the cheek. He gasps theatrically and ruffles your hair with exaggerated affection. Times like these remind you why Wade has always been one of your closest friends.
“Well,” says Wade, as he steps back to return to his seat, “at least one of you appreciates Cupid Wade’s handiwork.”
Later, while you’re chatting with Yukio and Ellie, you notice out of the corner of your eye Logan and Wade exchanging glances across the room. Logan gives Wade a small, grateful nod.
“Thank you, Wade,” Logan mouths, his expression soft and sincere.
“Anytime, Wolvie,” Wade mouths back with a wink, raising his beer in a mock toast.
You catch Logan’s eye, and both of you share a smile that speaks more than words ever could.
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The Other Woman | Stan Bowes
stan bowes x fem!reader
(inspired by Lana Del Rey’s The Other Woman)
warning: nsfw with little plot, protected p in v, semi-public sex
a/n: so actually please don’t mind if i’m not being super canon with this. i watched like one or two episodes of Pose and somehow got mega ballsy and apparently possessed the confidence to write this super cliche fic. but i hope you enjoy it anyways and i could be at least semi-canon with his personality n stuff !!
Stan was your sugar daddy. You were his mistress. Simple as that. You two were infatuated with each other after one hook up. So much so that he rented you your own apartment, bought you nice clothes, nice decor, and other things. It was better than living on the streets. Anything was better than living on the streets. Sure, you both felt some semblance of guilt, but you were too caught up in each other to care.
Stan was currently taking you out on a shopping spree. Anywhere you wanted to go, he'd take you. And you picked a lingerie shop. Of course. New York's a big city, so there's no way he'd run into his wife, right?
"Okay, how about this one?" You ask, stepping out of one of the dressing room stalls in black lace lingerie. It fit your body perfectly, not too much skin exposure so there was nothing left to imagine, but also just enough to make a man horny. Stan was sitting on a bench, genuinely entertained by watching you shop around, which wasn't normal for men.
Stan's jaw hung open slightly, his eyes wide. His dark and now wide eyes trailed up and down your body, undressing you mentally. You smiled at him, your hands on your hips.
"Do a spin," He smiled, bouncing his leg as he sat, still staring at you. His cheeks flushed a soft pink as you did a spin, showing off the lingerie. He nodded, chuckling softly.
"That's my favorite out of the three i've tried," You said, motioning to the other pink, white, and red sets you've tried on. You haven't gotten a reaction this intense from him since you two walked into the shop.
"That one's nice...they're all nice," He said, smiling slightly.
You grab his arm, pulling him inside one of the stalls in the dressing room. Stan being Stan, almost falls directly on top of you, pinning you to the wall, his face red as a tomato.
"Hi," You smile, cupping his face. Your fingers ran through his hair, which still had gel in it from work. You kick the stall door closed with the heel of your stilettos, making him jump slightly when the door slammed. He was never this on edge back at the apartment.
"Hey," He smiled.
Stan started fumbling around for his wallet. He grabbed the small leather wallet, pulling out a condom that was in yellow and white packaging. You smile as he slips the small plastic pack between your lips, lifting your leg with one hand. He pulled it open with his right hand, kneading your thigh with his left. You spit the plastic onto the floor while he dropped your leg roughly, trying to undo his jeans.
"Hey-!" You protest before the push of his lips against yours stops you, while almost falling over from the sharp force of your leg hitting the ground.
Stan kisses your top lip, practically trying to absorb you. He pulled back, panting as he pressed his forehead against yours. He pushed down his jeans and boxers, slipping the condom onto his hardened cock. You kiss his cheeks quickly, leaving small, wet pecks across his face as he picks you up, cupping your ass as he holds you. You take a deep breath, readying yourself for the feeling of the rubber. You hated how he always used condoms. You wanted to feel him, not the rubber. Not like you were gonna baby trap him, he already had 2 little kids with his wife.
Stan finally pushed deep inside you, pulling out almost halfway before pushing himself back in just as deep. You felt that long, hard shaft pumping deep inside you, hitting all the right spots. Stan panted, groaning occasionally as he hovered his lips over yours.
"please-" You begged, trying to crane your neck up so your lips could reach his. Your nails dug into his shoulder blades, destined to leave some marks for his wife to find. It wasn't too big of a deal, though. Stan would just gaslight her into thinking it was herself that did it and not another woman. Just like usual.
His lips slammed down onto yours as he pumped his hips forward, his length sliding between your slick folds, that were already starting to leak. Your mouths opened and closed, sucking on each other's lips as he continued pushing into you.
"G-Goddamn," He panted, giving one last deep thrust before nuzzling inside of you. Stan let out a loud groan, pushing his forehead against yours, panting.
"How 'bout we go buy you that lingerie..?"
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wallet problems
a/n: a little oneshot kind of thing, bc i keep sentimental pictures and stuff in my wallet and it’s my favourite thing
synopsis: gojo loses his wallet, but his mind is more occupied on you rather than his money.
contents: fluff, petnames(barf), 1k words, gojo being corny, y/n and gojo are married, not checked
Gojo Satoru x F!Reader
“I don’t have my wallet on me..”
Gojo muttered dejectedly, feeling his jacket pockets only to be met with a flatness in the fabric. The trio of students looked at the white haired man blankly in response.
“So you invited us out to eat and didn’t bring your wallet?!” Nobara was first to break the silence, her teacher could only smile nervously, not really bothered by the threatening glint in her eye.
He gulped subconsciously, tuning out Nobara’s consistent cursing from his head.
How could he lose his wallet?
He brought it with him to work everyday, looked at it when he ate lunch alone, reminisced with it whenever he was on break.
With a sigh Megumi put some cash on the table, “I’ll pay this time.” He said blandly, stopping Nobara in her long threads of enraged sentences. With the sudden stop of noise, Gojo pushed back his worries for a second and flashed a smile.
“I’ll repay you Megs’!” Gojo stuck his tongue out playfully at the raven haired boy only to be returned with a slight furrow of his brows. “Anyway- have any of you guys seen my wallet around?”
“No? Have you left it at home Sensei?” Yuji asked, genuinely concerned for Gojo. Gojo thought for a second, “I can’t remember.”
“Ring Y/n, she could check for you.”
“Right, good thinking Megumi.” Gojo quickly jabbed your phone number into his phone, hearing it ring 4 times before you picked up.
“hello?”
“hi sweets! Do you know if my wallet’s at home?”
There was some rustling on the other side of the phone, he could hear you walking around the house.
“no, I don’t see it anywhere. Satoru did you really lose your wallet? You might’ve left it somewhere at school.”
“I’m not sure, but I’m sure I wouldn’t have left it at anywhere else but our home!”
You huffed on the other line, he could tell you were rolling your eyes at him.
“I’ll call you back if I find it ‘Toru.”
“thank you sugarplum!”
He could hear you slightly laugh at the pet name before ending the call.
“So?” Nobara asked inquisitively - who else was supposed to pay for her shopping?
“funny thing, but I think I’ve lost it!” He exclaimed in a chirpy tune, his conscience eating his brain fully. Megumi scoffed and Yuji could only laugh at Nobara as she fell dull.
“How about we just go back to school then?” Gojo suggested carefreely, however he creased his eyebrows anxiously as he thought on where he could’ve left it.
♡
As you ended the call, you groaned in response. It wasn’t normal for Gojo to leave something behind, but usually if he did it would be for a stupid reason. Most of the time he would pull the act so you would show up at school, but this time you could tell from his voice that he was actually worried.
You started searching for a bit, looking in all possible places until you gave up and carried on with your day.
Whilst you were fixing a snack later that day, you popped open the fridge for some juice only to see the problem behind your stress today. With a sigh, you picked up the strangely dark leather wallet and the box of kikufuku next to it.
Now you had to go drop it off, as you stumbled into your car, you rung his phone. It didn’t even ring once before instantly being picked up, excitement gliding through his voice.
“Did you find it?!”
“yes Satoru I did.” You laughed as you heard him sigh in relief, “I’m coming over to drop it off now.”
“Thank you my sweetie weetie pumpkin spice-“
“Satoru!” He went quiet, “save it for later.” You giggled, making at turn to the school.
“Whatever you want Y/n.” He said playfully.
“don’t be upset you crybaby, I’ll be there soon.”
“okay you bully, love you?”
“love you too Satoru.” You laughed as you heard him giggling like a highschool girl, “see you in a bit.”
“goodbye my loveeee.”
“Satoru end the call, I’m driving.”
“no you first!”
“Satoru!”
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The school was quiet as it usually was, with the slice of laughter and noise coming from the training grounds. There Gojo was with his students, probably spewing some nonsense as he waited for your arrival.
As you walked over, with both the kikufuku and wallet in hand, Gojo’s eye lit up.
He smiled happily at you, waving excitedly as if he had a small crush on you. “Y/n!”
You cracked a small laugh as you made your way over, greeting the students.
“Here’s your wallet and kikufuku.” You put out both items, expecting him to take the snack first.
Instead, Gojo quickly took the wallet from you, opening it up and sighing contentedly as he saw what was inside.
“What?” You asked, Gojo only shrugged at you before pushing the wallet safely into his jacket pocket. “Did you think I ransacked your wallet Satoru?” You questioned teasingly, amused at his exaggerated expression of relief.
“nope!” He pops the ‘p’ as he’s always done, “Just had a lil’ something important in here, can’t risk losing it sweets!” He then leaves a giddy peck on your cheek, leaving you confused and curious as to what was so important in his wallet.
Then Gojo took the kikufuku from you, munching on it ravenously as he always does.
-He had originally placed his wallet next to the kikufuku in the fridge so that he wouldn’t forget his snack, but instead he forgot both his wallet and food.
-
Later that night, when Gojo was long gone in sleep, you reached over to his night stand. Quickly swiping his wallet noiselessly. You then open the black leather wallet, unusually dull for the lively man.
You were taken aback as you saw the familiar film from yours and Gojo’s first date at the arcade.
‘This is what he was so worried about?’ You scoffed, unable to help the lovesick smile on your lips. Satisfied, you closed the wallet and returned it back into it’s place.
‘He’s an idiot’ You thought.
You had an exact copy of the film in your own wallet.
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