#logan delos drabble

[artemiseamoon]

Special Agent Ortega, sir, you need to wait. I have plans today. I AM WORKING ON A WIP! I need to stick to those plans. I need to focus.

Today is Chris H day! I’m working on the Decided by Fate update and further developing this Werebear! Tyler Rake drabble I had (unpublished)

But thanks to the treats we got today, I have inspo to bring this back now, well, soon…October is busy with Frightfest. So maybe for November. 💜

Orrrr… add a part 2 to this…

[banditthewriter]

Ok i’ll be the one to ask… nymphomaniac with the man himself mr Logan Delos! Angsty smutty or fluff it doesnt matter but i want it to take place at the beginning of reader and his relationship if possible!

Here you go dear, sorry for the wait.

*gif not mine*

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You were exhausted. This was a bone deep exhaustion that you felt like would never dissipate. Also you were pretty sure you were dehydrated.

"Here, thought you might be hungry or thirsty."

Logan put a tray on the bed beside you before he crawled back in. You sat up with an exaggerated pout before you grabbed the orange juice. He laughed and moved to basically sit behind you, his legs on other side of you, his chest to your back. He rubbed your shoulders while you started in on the food provided.

You could feel him getting hard behind you and you actually let out a shocked laugh.

"It's been nonstop for the last three days Logan," you said in disbelief as you looked over your shoulder at him. "How are you still ready to go?"

He laughed and kissed your shoulder and then kissed your lips.

"You don't know this about me yet, but I'm always ready for sex. Morning, noon, night, doesn't matter. And when it's with someone who understands me and who I have feelings for? It's...heightened."

You sighed, but not unhappily. If you were being honest with yourself, this was the best three days of your life. It wasn't just the sex although that had been amazing. It was just getting to be with Logan like this, be vulnerable with him, be happy with him. Be alone with no responsibilities and nothing to distract either of you from each other.

But maybe you needed to figure out some boundaries.

"Okay. As much as I am loving this, and I promise you that I am, I do need actual rest. I'm not even holding myself upright right now, you are. I'm exhausted."

Logan looked thoughtful for a moment before he leaned in to kiss you again. It wasn't an overpowering kiss, wasn't one that made you think was leading anywhere. Then he went back to rubbing your shoulders.

"Eat some more and then I'll draw you a bath. Then we can nap for a while. Maybe we can go out for dinner or a movie or something this evening, okay?"

You sighed gratefully and rested more fully on Logan's chest.

"And then more sex this evening when I'm human again?"

He laughed as he wrapped his arms around you.

"Definitely more sex this evening."

[marvelmusing]

Warnings [18+]: fem!reader, mentions of smut, ‘off camera’ smut, allusion to threesome (mmf), host!Logan & real Logan, dirty talk, language

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After a long day at work, you’re glad to finally arrive home at the apartment you share with Logan, a cosy space with big open windows that overlook the rolling plains of Westworld. You drop your keys into the bowl in the hallway, and slide off your shoes.

“Logan? You home, honey?” You can hear the smirk in his voice as he calls out,

“In the bedroom.”

Shaking your head with a soft smile, you head towards the bedroom. Logan’s sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for you.

“What’s got you so excited?” You remark, eyeing the look on his eyes and immediately standing between his parted thighs.

He’s wearing a dark blue button up, and you slowly begin to loosen the buttons, revealing more of his chest as he shrugs lightly in response. He’s uncharacteristically quiet, but there’s a mischievous sparkle in his eyes.

Then someone familiar presses the front of their body against your back, large hands settling on your waist. Inhaling sharply, you turn your head rapidly, meeting another pair of identical brown eyes.

“I see you’ve found your new toy.” The Logan behind you teases with a smug smile. You’re not sure whether he’s talking about his sudden appearance or the Logan on the bed.

You come up with an explanation quick enough. He had told you some of the technicians had wanted to find ways to make the hosts even more realistic. How better could they test that than by designing a host based on a real person?

Logan stands up, and you’re pressed between them both. From then onwards they tease you relentlessly.

“The techies installed all the latest updates. I think they’re be a few features you’ll enjoy.”

One of them leaves a trail of kisses along your throat, whilst the other squeezes over your ass and gropes your breasts.

“Which one of us is the real one?”

“Can’t tell can you, baby?”

“What should we do with you?”

Front Logan cups your face in his hands, lips moving firmly against yours and you shudder in the hold of the other Logan, who runs his hands down your body. He rocks his hips forward, grinding his cock against your ass cheeks.

Pulling away from your lips, the Logan in front of you looks as wild and breathless as your Logan always does after kissing you. The other Logan sucks on your earlobe, teeth scraping over the tender skin there in a familiar motion.

“Did that feel real, baby?”

“Dirty girl, can’t even tell the difference between plastic and a real man.”

“I don’t think you care which one of us fucks you, hm?”

“Perhaps we both should. See if you can tell the difference once we’re finished.”

-

It’s early morning when you wake cuddled up next to your Logan - the real Logan. He smooths over your hair softly when he feels you move, nuzzling closer into his chest. He sees you peek your eyes open, spotting the other Logan slumped in a corner, deactivated.

“Knew you were the real one.” You mumble against his skin. He laughs lowly in disbelief.

“Bullshit.”

“I did.”

“And when did you realise that? When my cock was inside you, or when you had his in your mouth?”

You scoff at his crude attempt at distracting you.

“Knew as soon as I saw you.”

“How?”

“Your little beauty mark,” you remark teasingly, tapping the side of his face just underneath his eye. “They put it on the wrong side.”

He stares at you for a long moment, his head swivelling between you and the fake Logan before he groans, tipping his head back into the pillow.

“A genius in their field and they don’t even know their left from right.” You hum quietly,

“It’s good to know you’re hiring the best.”

There’s a pause as Logan continues to ponder your revelation. Then the two of you laugh, and Logan pulls you further into his arms, pressing an affectionate kiss to your lips.

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[delos-mio]

for the drabble weekend, could you do #1 and #42 for a fluffy logan delos?

If you seek a tender, fluffly Logan, look no further.

1. touching foreheads 42. braiding the other’s hair

“Princess? You home?” Logan called out, but you couldn’t raise your voice above a whisper.

You were soaking in the tub, letting the humidity of the room seep into your chest, praying it would help cure you of the cold from hell. It was rare for you to leave early, but after breaking into cold sweats and going through half a box of tissues, you decided to call it a day just before lunch. When Logan did his usual lunch time check in, you told him you weren’t feeling well and that you’d see him at home. Evidently, he took that as a cry for help and rushed home to tend to you.

He gently opened the bathroom door and popped his head in.

“Don’t let the steam out,” you croaked, feebly pointing at the cloud tumbling into your bedroom.

“Shit, sorry,” Logan said and quickly shut the door behind him, coming over to sit on the ledge around the tub next to you. He pulled you in by the back of your neck and rested his forehead against yours. “How are you feeling?”

“Like shit,” you tried to laugh, but it just turned into a coughing fit.

“Shh, shh,” he cooed. “I got you.”

At his voice, you closed your eyes and relaxed into his touch. Logan ran his fingers tenderly through your hair, scratching at your scalp. As he continued to massage around your temples, a part of your brain distantly registered that Logan may have been doing more than playing with your hair. You could feel it moving in a pattern you had done countless times during your life.

“Are you braiding my hair?” you asked with a smile, eyes still closed.

“I am.” You could hear the satisfaction in Logan’s voice.

“Where’d you learn to do that?”

“I did it for Juliet growing up sometimes,” he answered, fingers still moving. “After...you know. Mom.” He stopped to clear his throat. “She had trouble getting braids started, so she showed me what to do and I’d do it for her.”

You smiled fondly and lolled your head to the side to look at Logan. He rarely spoke about his teenage years for a number of reasons, but it was always welcome when he did. You knew you were probably the only person in the world who knew any of these stories who wasn’t actually involved directly in them. “You’re sweet, Lo.”

“Don’t tell anyone,” he laughed, tying off the end of the braid he’d created. “Can I get you anything, princess?”

“I’m ok, thank you. Just wanna lay down with you,” you whispered.

“We can do that,” Logan smiled. He pressed a quick kiss to your temple and got up to get you a robe, eager to meet your every wish.

[the-purity-pen]

How about thigh riding with Logan Delos pretty please 👀

about a thousand days late but i got something for you under the cut 😏

18+ ONLY // AFAB!Reader

"I-I'm gonna ruin your s-suit," you stammered, your hips doing a dance above Logan's thigh. His lean fingers gripping into the soft flesh of your hips, forcing you to keep moving along his thigh.

"Lovely, I do not care about this suit. What I care about," he leaned up and pressed his lips to the shell of your ear. "Is for you to cum all over me. Can you do that?" he growled low in your ear before nipping at it.

You whined and bucked your hips faster, thankful you had gone commando under your dress for this event. The soft material of his suit pants gave just enough delicious friction that when Logan's lips came to your neck and suckled a spot, you felt the band tightening and winding within you.

"'M s'close. Please," you whimpered, frantically grabbing for one of his hands to place it on the lower half of your stomach, trying to push him where you wanted it. He grinned a wicked grin and found your clit with his thumb, rubbing methodical circles on the sensitive nub.

Your breathing was labored and your voice was mumbling incoherently in higher and higher pitches as you neared your third orgasm of the night. The party lasted far too long and you were so thankful people finally left so Logan could fuck you like he had promised when you bent down just a tad too far and showed him that you weren't wearing anything under your little cocktail dress.

When his mouth ventured further south to nip at your collarbone, his fingers moved in a different pattern and you were done for. Your head lolled back as you cried out and you felt everything in you build up and push you right over the edge. Logan was murmuring from beneath you, grinning as he pulled back and watched you fall apart on his thigh, soaking him.

When you were spent, you leaned over and rested your head against his shoulder, trying to catch your breath. "Hope you're ready for another round soon," he spoke quietly with a chuckle, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. "Cuz my dick has been fuckin' hard for hours and needs your pussy around it." Your whole body clenched at his words even though you were still not quite back from the third orgasm he had pulled from you.

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[something-tofightfor]

5 word prompt: “people lie all the time.” Logan!!

Word count: 1,510

Logan took a deep breath, closing his eyes. “My name’s Logan Delos, and I’m an addict.” You sat back in your chair, watching as Logan spoke - his voice strong and his tone even. “You probably already know that, know at least some of what I’ve gone through, what I’ve done to get to this point.” Your eyes left Logan and wandered over the others that were sitting in the open space, which didn’t look much different than it had the last time you’d seen it - with the exception of the presence of the larger facility out the back windows. Feels good to be h… back. There were about twenty people in the room that you knew to be patients of the Village, men and women alike, and they were all watching Logan with interest. Good for you, Logan. 

 The trip was the first time you’d been back to Fireside since you’d moved to Los Angeles to be closer to Logan, and even though only six months had gone by, it felt like a lifetime. Things had stuck to the proposed schedule, and Kynthos had been able to complete construction and renovations slightly ahead of schedule, the Fireside Recovery Village opening when it was supposed to - Logan, Lincoln and Kynthos representatives on site for the launch, you sitting in the audience and watching the ceremony, beaming with pride from the front row as Logan shook hands and cut the ribbon. 

 The two of you had stayed in your house for the time he’d been in Wyoming for the opening, even though you’d started packing things up for your move. Logan was excited at the thought of you being within a few miles of him permanently - he’d asked you to move in with him until you found a place, but you’d declined, promising him that it was only so that you could get to know Los Angeles without needing to depend on him, without feeling even more indebted to him than you already did. You’d spent the first three weeks in Los Angeles living out of a hotel, your stuff in storage, and even though finding a condo had been overwhelming, you’d found one that suited you in Glendale, which was close enough to Logan’s Bel Air house that you got to see him frequently, even though you were both working a lot. 

 You didn’t have to work, sure, but you wanted to, not content to get complacent with the change in your financial status. Working gave you a chance to meet new people, to learn your new city, and feel as if you had a purpose, something that you’d been feeling less and less as the date for the closure of your resort approached. Logan did what he could to make Los Angeles feel like home for you, even though the city was still strange and overwhelming, but it was undeniable that you felt much better in the shadow of the Tetons, even though you were trying to make it work on the coast. 

You heard a laugh and it drew you from your thoughts, your attention going back to Logan as he spoke, an invited guest to a group session that was coming at the end of your second day back in Wyoming, the two of you visiting the grounds to check on the changes and see how things were running. 

 “I know that coming here - being here - isn’t easy for any of you, but it’s the first step.” Logan was looking over the people in the room, taking the time to speak to each of them, not just at them, and you smiled, watching intently. “And I admit, I’ve had a lot of advantages in my life, a lot of things that allowed me to seek out care and treatment when I chose to. But those same advantages? They also led me more easily to make bad and dangerous decisions.” Logan took a breath. “I’m not here to preach to you. I’m not here to tell you ‘oh this is going to work, because it did for me.’ I’m not here to make promises or to blow smoke up your asses about how easy it is once you’ve got a good support system.” He looked at you, eyes full of anguish. “It’s not easy. And it never will be, because the things that people like us do that lead us to need places like these? Those things are dangerous and destructive, and they aren’t just going to stop being a part of our lives because we want them to.” Logan took another deep breath, closing his eyes. “People lie all the time. But you cannot keep lying to yourself when you’re sick or unhappy or need some help.” He stared at you again, biting down on his lower lip and shaking his head. “You’ve gotta be honest, and that’s the most important part of beginning your recovery.” 

 Logan kept talking, and when he finished his speech, you were one of the first to stand, clapping for him - but the rest of the people in the room followed suit, and soon enough, he was surrounded by people, shaking hands and grinning. He’s giving them hope. “Welcome back, Kiddo.” You heard the voice before you saw the man, turning to hug David tightly. “Good to see you!” You pulled the man from the room and into the hallway, wanting to talk to him in a quieter area. “How’ve you been? How’s LA?” 

 “I’m…” You paused, frowning. “LA is nice. It’s … being with Logan more is great, but…” You looked around the hallway, eyes landing on the door of the room that you’d spent many nights in, then the one that led to the old management office. “It’s not home, David, and I don’t know if it ever will be.” David’s eyes widened, but you continued. “I’m trying, I really am, but I felt more at home in Indiana and Pennsylvania after a few weeks for college…” You trailed off, not knowing how to continue. That’s the first time I’ve admitted that out loud. 

 “Does Logan know?” You shook your head, looking down at your feet. “Don’t you think he should?” 

 “Yes. But I don’t want to say anything before…” Before what? “I want to give it more time, I’m just getting settled, and I can’t…” You rubbed at your face. “It’s his home, it’s where he feels… and he wants me there, and I want to be there.” Do I? You and David spoke for a few more minutes, talking about Brandon and Elle and their home in Texas, about David’s family - and then you felt a hand on your back. 

 “You about ready to go?” Logan stepped next to you, addressing you first before he held a hand out to David. “Good to see you, David. How’s it going?” The two men spoke for a few minutes and then David excused himself, Logan taking your hand and walking with you down the hallway and out the front door of the lodge. “Being back here is…” Logan took a deep breath, and you turned your head toward him, watching as his eyes landed on the Caboose that he’d first stayed in. “Memories, yeah? I’m sure that for you, this is…” Hard? Sad? A reminder? He turned to look at you, offering a smile that was only a shadow of the one he usually wore. “You alright?” 

 You nodded automatically, taking a deep breath. “Haven’t been away from here for six months straight since I was in school, Logan.” You shrugged. It’s not a lie, not really. “There’s a lot…” You pressed your lips together. “It’s not my home anymore, but it still feels like it is.” He swallowed, pausing before he turned toward you, reaching up with one hand to flatten his palm on your cheek, lips descending toward yours. He pulled you closer as you kissed, the action sending a jolt of warmth through your entire body, and when he pulled back, you were smiling, feeling marginally better than you had been. “What was that for?”

“You looked like you needed it.” Logan kissed you again - quickly - and then gestured toward your rental car. “Want to go get something to eat before we head back to the hotel?” You nodded, taking Logan’s hand and squeezing. “Gun Barrel? Gather? You pick, I’ll drive.” You slid into the passenger seat and Logan started the car, waiting for you to type in the address for Gun Barrel. As he backed out of the parking spot and eased down the driveway toward 390, he reached over, taking your hand in his and squeezing. “I’m... “ He paused, thinking. “I like bein’ with you. A lot.” You glanced over at him, eyes wide. “Thank you for giving this a shot.” Logan winked at you before returning his eyes to the road, and you turned your head to look out the window, heart pounding as his fingers remained wrapped tightly around yours. I’ll give it a few more months before I say anything. I have to.

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[the-blind-assassin-12]

Hey, remember that Logan x Ryan x Billy fishing trip? 😂

Karma

A/N: okay. So I don’t even know why, but one day @agent-bossypants and I were discussing a hypothetical fishing trip for Logan Delos, Ryan Brenner and Billy Russo. Rounding out my Drabble requests with what is absolutely the most ridiculous disaster I have ever written. I hope you laugh at this as much as I laughed at myself while writing it 😂

Warning: so many F bombs.

Word Count: 848

Billy knew why he was there, he just didn’t know why he was there. This is bullshit. Some campin’ trip is supposed to... what? Put me on the straight and narrow? There’s no fixin’ this, and there’s definitely no fixin’ this with a fishing trip. He had no problem with being outdoors, no problem with having to find his food or “rough it”. Eight years in the U.S. Marine Corps made him more than capable to handle any situation he’d find himself in on a trip like this. He simply didn’t want to be there. But after the debacle with his court appointed therapist and her manipulative methods for getting him into her bed, his new doctor had suggested something entirely different: A “Rehabilitation Program” that took its participants “out of the office and into the unknown”. He didn’t even try not to roll his eyes at the overly eager young woman who he was sure was fresh out of whatever school quacks like that attend and looking to make her impact on the world of rehabilitating criminals and addicts. But his options were more fucking fingerpainting with the rest of the lunatics, or this trip with one other “participant” and a “group leader”.

He flicked and folded his knife over and over again, glaring at the other two men from under his hood, grinning casually to himself, wondering if they knew what he could do with the blade in his hand and how quickly he could do it. He stuck to gutting fish, even as the other “participant” pressed every single one of Billy’s buttons as though the man was trying to be the world’s most obnoxious prick. He was wearing a goddamn button down shirt and a pinky ring for fuck’s sake, and Billy stabbed abother fish right in the belly as he eyed the man, who hadn’t lifted a finger to do so much as bait a hook or cast a line. Karma. Billy never believed in karma until his actions landed him here: in the middle of nowhere, his face all scarred up, and forced to “rehabilitate” himself with this sad sack. Again, he knew why he was here...

.. .. .. .. .. .. ..

Logan’s top lip had been slightly curled upwards in disgust for the better part of the three day trip. By day two, whatever was still in his system was no longer in his system, and he systematically began to hate the trip more and more as time went on. Why am I here? What did I do to deserve this torture? Was it the drugs? I’ll stop, I fucking swear. The fucking? I’ll… I’ll stop the drugs… He continued to ponder which of his offenses had been so horrid that his sister had forced him into this program, and just how high he’d been when he’d agreed. This is what I get, I guess… would be nice to know what I did but...this is what I get for it.

Being outdoors didn’t bother him- his time spent in Westworld was evidence of that. But there he didn’t mind as much because he got to shoot and kill and fuck and drink, and food he didn’t have to flame grill was set before him on demand. He blinked disparagingly at their fearless leader- probably the most unassuming man Logan had ever laid eyes on- as he silently sat by the water’s edge, fishing pole held firmly in long, tattooed fingers. At least he put his goddamn guitar away. I’m not in the mood for some bullshit rendition of kumbay-fuckin’-ya.

Logan was normally much more talkative than he’d been on this little “outing” (he was refusing to refer to it as a “rehab program”) but his options for conversation partners were scarred psycho and wholesome hobo. While he thought both were attractive enough, and that scarred psycho would be a hoot in Westworld, neither struck him as sparkling conversationalists, so he kept his comments to himself… mostly…

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This is the last time I take an odd job from a newspaper. Ryan couldn’t wait for his brief role as “program leader” to be finished. Yes, the money was good, and yes, his skill set was perfect for what the job entailed, but he had little to no interest in babysitting the two unwilling “participants” as much as he clearly needed to. Just do you, Ryan, catch some fish and call it a night. But even as he tried to reassure himself that the trip wasn’t that bad, the sound of Billy’s blade destroying yet another perfectly good fish, and Logan’s incredulous “That’s not sushi” attitude towards their meal were testing his patience to no end. Just one more day. Just get through one more day, and then the universe will owe you a debt so big you’ll write ten songs ‘bout it.

Karma. Some knew what they did to deserve their punishments. Some had no clue what they were being punished for, or if it even was punishment… or who they could sue over it.... And some waited patiently to be repaid for their good deeds.

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I have literally no idea who to tag in this disaster. Sorry, not sorry:

@something-tofightfor @its-my-little-dumpster-fire @suchatinyinfinity @agent-bossypants @lexxierave @songtoyou @ymariejp @belladonnarey @audreychaz @thesumofmychoices

[madamrogersstorytelling]

Hello! How about #44 and #72 for Logan Delos? Those sound like fun ones...

Thanks for requesting, dear! These really were funny, and the joke is so bad I feel like I should just dig a hole and disappear… Help me!

44. “You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

72. “Why can’t you appreciate my sense of humor?”

You knewhe wasn’t sleeping. He was laying on his side, partly on his stomach, and hisleft arm was loosely around your middle. You stared up at the ceiling,occasionally glancing towards him.

You were sureyou caught him closing his eyes quickly.

When youpeeked at him once again, catching him closing his eyes, you said his name.

“Logan.”

“Nnh…”

“I knowyou’re not sleeping. You’ve been staring at me probably for hours.”

“Not forhours…” he spoke against the pillow. You saw this grin on his lips when youturned your head, so your cheek met the pillow.

“Really?”

“Mhmm…”

Even if hewasn’t sleeping, he sounded like he was either tired or had something inappropriatein mind.

Mostlikely the latter.

He startedto run his fingers on your skin, drawing some nonexistent patterns quickly,then like he was playing an instrument, then both together.

“I waswaiting for when I could surprise you…”

“Surpriseme?” you were still looking at him.

Hisfingers lived their own life on your skin. It almost made you shiver but itsucceeded on making you want more.

But whathe said was so bad you stopped wanting anything in a very long, non-movingsecond.

“To get youinvolved in… some dirty dancing…”

He noticedyou didn’t take his words as well as he wanted and groaned, pushing his faceagainst the pillow, hand grabbing your hip bone.

“Why can’t you appreciate my sense of humor?”

“Becauseit’s awful. Just like you too,” no matter how hard he held your hip bone, itdidn’t hold you still. You got up on your elbow and started to push him away.

He let outa shrieking noise and lifted himself up, hair falling in a horrible and messypile all over his face. He was strong enough to defend himself against you, tryingto push you down on the mattress. You weren’t giving up that easily and gave aharder push on his chest. It made him fall on his back, and you climbed on topof him.

”You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”he looked up at you, smirking joyously.

“I can dowhatever I want,” you lowered your voice on purpose the closer his face you gotwhen you leaned in. The last words you said right against his impatient lips. “Youshould know that, Delos.”

His handdived in your hair to pull on it, hips thrusting upwards. “Oh, I know, sugar. Iwin.”

[dylanobrusso]

11 and 24 at an awards ceremony for Logan? ❤️

Thank you, anon!

Awards ceremony.

“Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.”

“We’ve become the clingy couple that you used to complain about.”

—————

“Hey, Y/N, have you seen Juliet by chance?” William, for some reason, thought it’d be okay to approach you after the last time you’d seen him.

“Nope, I’m sure she’s busy,” you smiled before rolling your eyes dramatically and walking back over to Logan.

“Fuck face is here,” you muttered to him as you linked your arm with his. 

“Not surprised. He sees Delos invited to a ceremony like this and he’s going to make sure he’s seen,” Logan downed his glass of wine before placing it on a server’s empty tray. 

The presenter began speaking while Logan walked you two to your table. The server had already poured you both a glass of champagne. “Thank you, all, for coming. We have so many more awards to present tonight. But for now, I’d like to introduce…”

You could practically hear Logan losing interest as he sat beside you, sighing loudly as the presenter handed an award to his father, James. He quickly drained his glass once more, stealing a sip from your own. 

“Slow down, babe,” you whispered, taking your glass back. “We’re not even halfway through with this thing.”

“You sound just as bored as me,” Logan spoke rather loudly, not caring about the glares he received from those around you. You nodded with a shrug of your shoulders. “I would much rather be at home right now.”

“Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not,” Logan responded quietly this time, whispering in your ear and relishing in watching the hairs on your neck stand. “Granted, we could always just slip away now. I do believe I owe you from earlier,” he smirked. You two ran late to the ceremony due to you…getting rather caught up.

It started as just a sweet kiss before getting into the limo…but you somehow ended up on your knees in front of him, enjoying the moans that escaped from his lips.

You grinned, licking your lips as you turned to face him. “That also sounds enticing.” He cupped your cheek with his left hand as his right continued to lay on your thigh. Once his lips were on yours, you made up your mind. “Okay, let’s go.”

Standing up in the middle of James’ speech was already a big “fuck you” from Logan…leaving because he was going to have sex with you? Logan’s ego was about to burst.

“You know,” he chuckled, following you down the hall past some reporters. “We’ve become that clingy couple you used to complain about.” He pushed you into the women’s restroom, letting your back hold the door shut.

“I suddenly don’t mind,” you breathed, pulling him in by his tie. 

[breanime]

2 and 12 from fluff with Logan please!!! Thanks!! 💕💕💕

*gif not mine*

You were dynamite

You were fireworks

You were everything to Logan

The first time he kissed you, he’d said

“Holy shit” because your kiss was better than any he’d ever had before

And he had kissed a LOT of people (and androids) in his time

The first time you’d made love he’d said 

“I need you,” over and over again

And he’d been telling the truth

He did need you

He was addicted to you

You got him higher than any drink or any drug could with your laugh and your smile and your kiss

Your touch had him dizzy with joy, and arousal, and love

After your first fight, Logan had cried himself to sleep

And when he’d seen you that next morning, he could tell that you’d had to

He loved you, and the first time he’d told you, he had been terrified

Terrified that he was being an idiot

Terrified that it was too soon

...Terrified that you didn’t love him back

But you did

And when you’d said it back,

Logan almost cried from happiness

On the day you moved in with him, he told you 

“I don’t ever want to be without you again.”

And when you met his parents, saw the way his father treated him, you’d said

“You’re a real cunt, huh, Mr. Delos?”

In front of everyone at the restaurant. The waitress actually dropped the bottle of wine on the table, breaking his mother’s glass.

Logan had never been so turned on, he leaned back in his chair and just grinned so wide, he thought his face might crack

“That’s my girl.”

And when you went home that night, he tried his hardest to show you how much he adored you

He held you close, your body warm and soft against his, your eyes heavy with sleepiness, and he looked down at you, his perfect love

“I didn’t overstep, did I?” You asked, looking back up at him. “I just... I love you, and I see how hard you’re trying with him and how you’re committed to sobriety and just, the way your dad talks down to you just... It makes me so damn mad--”

“--I’m gonna marry you some day,” Logan interrupted. 

He watched, amused, as your eyes grew wide

You knew he wasn’t lying

Logan never lied

“When I ask,” he went on, “will you say yes?”

You smiled, leaning closer to kiss him, “I’ll say yes,” you assured him, “I promise I’ll say yes.”

He smiled against your lips. 

“That’s my girl.”

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[acourtofsnakes]

Ben is the literal embodiment of the handsome stranger you see when you’re out for coffee with your friend.

You see him out of the corner of your eye and instantly, nothing else matters. Not the coffee the water just brought over, or the plate that’s wafting smells of sugar and crisp buttery pastry up to you.

He’s the handsome stranger that you watch the whole time your friend is talking, wondering who he is, what he does. Whether he like classical music or he’s a secret rock fan. Whether he takes sugar in his tea or prefers coffee. If he likes to read, and if he does, whether he’s the ‘stay up all night till your eyes are burning but you just need to finish this chapter” or “reading a chapter at a time and thinking about what you’ve read for a while”. The stranger that makes you hope no one sits opposite him, because it twists your belly with unwarranted jealousy... but at the same time, you want someone to sit opposite. To see him interact, see his lips curl up into a grin as he laughs at what his companion said, maybe see a hand run through those gorgeous deep dark locks of hair.

Ben is that stranger that you still glance at as you get your coat on, wishing for him to look up, to see what colour those eyes are behind the expensive sunglasses. Blue? No... green? Maybe not.. or brown, a brown so dark it’s almost black, so dark his irises swallow up the pupils... makes you wish that you could feel them caress your skin and send lightning through your blood, if only for a moment.

He’s the handsome stranger that dances in your dreams and whispers in your daydreams, the stranger you pray that you’ll see again one day.

~

[aworldofyou]

        The police had come to collect the package that had been left on their door step, the box of horrors that had pulled screams of shock from Dolores herself. She could hear Penelope’s crying, feel the way Logan’s arms had tried to pry her away from the death grip she had around it. To cover it and pull her eyes away from the bloody teeth and the bloody braid of red hair set neatly with the other remnants of what she knew was her child. She knew that Anne was somewhere out there, and she knew that James Bonny had something to do with it. She knew that he had hurt her somehow - but knowing and getting the confirmation thrown into her hands had been two different things.

        Now all she had the strength to do was exist, lock herself away in the bedroom so their children would no longer have to see their mother in the wretched state she had become. The window pulled open with the settle of herself near enough that her elbow could rest on the bottom of it. The cigarette dangling between her fingers as trembling hands brought it up to her lips once again, looking down with the shaking exhale when she heard Logan approach from behind her.

        “I’m gonna kill him.” Her voice comes hoarse, eyes red and blearing, watering still with the imagining of the horrors of what that man would have had to do to her daughter to present such trophies on their front step. Dolores had fallen between tears and the shock of silence, the twist of grief curling at her features, and the numbness that gave into the newly acquired smoking habit of hers. She imagined her Anne, her dear darling daughter, with hair as red as fire, and tried to imagine her face - smiling in the sun, but could only think about the red knot of a bloody braid. “I’m gonna to kill him Logan, and I don’t care who’s watching.” The irony that her voice comes so low and calm now, “I will kill him in front of everyone, 'n it’s going to be slow and he will look into my eye and remember what he did to my Anne.”

       @copiesofher​​ / gets a Dolores starter in our Ghost verse for Logan.

[banditthewriter]

For the How to Tell If… drabbles, I’d like to request government trained assassin for Logan (can be a mix of fluff and smut)

This was an interesting one! Sorry it's taken me so long to get to this.

*gif is mine*

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The clock said it was almost half past one in the morning. You were tired but unable to sleep. Instead you had a stack of papers on your lap as you sat curled up in bed.

In the distance you heard the front door open and close. The familiar sound of someone moving around the apartment made you relax a bit more. Then a familiar someone poked their head into the bedroom.

"Still up?"

You looked up from your paperwork and smiled.

"Waiting for you."

Logan crossed over to where you were. He looked over the paperwork on your lap. Once upon a time you wouldn't have let him, would have just seen the cover he presented of a son of a large artificial intelligence company. Instead now you knew the truth.

"Late night for us both," you said as you gestured to a few spots of blood on his cuff.

He shrugged as he started to pull his shirt off.

"If you wanted me to get naked, you just had to ask," he said as he dropped it onto the ground.

"That's not what I was getting at," you sighed, grinning a bit anyways.

He picked up the papers and put them on the bedside table. Then he propped his knee up beside your leg.

"You know, I'm a little jittery after this last mission. Might need to work out a bit before bed."

You laughed. Your hand went to his neck to pull him in for a kiss.

"I think I can handle that," you teased with another kiss.

[delos-mio]

31 with Logan please!

Anything for my bestie!!

31. doing a pinky swear

Couple more hours if you'd like to slide a request in

It had been years since you’d been on a blind date, but when your coworker Juliet said you’d be great for her brother, you decided to say what the hell. And while you’d always found Juliet beautiful, it did nothing to prepare you for how gorgeous Logan was. He was tall and lean, all dark hair and eyes that made you want to crawl across the table and take him right there in the middle of the restaurant.

He had chosen some dimly lit, stupidly expensive bistro in the hills with a stunning view of the Los Angeles skyline. Logan looked at you with hooded eyes and laughed at your jokes. He was sexy and flirtatious and walking a tightrope between arrogant and confident. Even if it was arrogance, you couldn’t help but be just a little charmed by it.

As the waitress returned with your latest round of drinks, Logan slid closer to you in the corner booth you shared.

“I’d love to see you again,” Logan said, his voice low and smooth.

“Are you trying to get rid of me? Somewhere else you gotta be?” you laughed and took a sip of your wine.

“Never!” he tisked. “I’m just letting you know that even if you decided not to go home with me, I’d still like to do this again.”

“Is that a formal invitation?” You looked up at him with wide eyes, a tiny smirk pulling at the corners of your lips.

“It is,” he nodded. You moved closer to Logan, close enough for you to press against him, running your hand along his bicep.

“In that case, I accept.” Logan gave you a wolfish grin and tilted his head down to yours, but you pulled back just enough to make him pause and furrow his brow. Watching him try and figure out if he had read you all wrong was actually kind of cute. “You’re not going to ghost me after, right?”

Logan held up a pinky to you, looking you dead in the eyes. “You won’t be able to get rid of me.”

You laughed and hooked your pinky with his, amused by this over-the-top man. This time when Logan leaned in to kiss you, you smiled and met him in the middle, sparks igniting in your belly at the first touch of his lips.

[the-purity-pen]

Day 9 - Swimming Pool

Every day for the month of August, I will be writing small one-paragraph drabbles based on this wonderful prompt list.

all readers are gender neutral unless otherwise stated

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You audibly laughed when the handsome man in front of you offered to take you up to his penthouse suite. You sipped your champagne and shook your head in disbelief. The man took that as a challenge to prove you wrong. He leaned in closer to talk directly into your ear. “If I told you I had the last name of Delos would you believe me?” he asked in a low sultry tone. It was minutes later that you arrived at his penthouse suite and when you stepped into the living area, you could see the large infinity pool just outside that looked over the city. “Believe me now?”

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[something-tofightfor]

Drip (Drabble #15)

Pairing:  Logan Delos x Reader

Word Count: 2302

Rating: M (language, zest)

Author’s Note:  This is the same Logan/Reader from HCtS, RWTM and HTM ... they’re still going strong. This actually started as a conversation last weekend between myself, @its-my-little-dumpster-fire and @the-blind-assassin-12 while I was in an ice cream shop called Jeni’s, and was reading the informational poster on the wall. The description of the ice cream was “it starts out hard and then relaxes a little with each sweep of the tongue” ... to which Ms. Dumpster Fire responded with “Delos is making ice cream now?” ... and it went on from there. 

“Lo, it is hot as fuck out here.” You were sprawled out on a deck chair on your patio, wearing a bathing suit and nothing else, hair twisted into a knot on the top of your head. Logan was in the pool, floating around on a chair with most of his body beneath the surface of the water. That water’s too hot. It’s gotta be at least 95 in there. “Loooogan,” you whined, sitting up and squinting at him. “It’s like bathwater in there, how are you even -”

 “At least I’m wet.” His voice carried over to you, hair plastered to the top of his head, sunglasses covering most of his face. “You’re soaked too, but not with pool water, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you sweat this much -” 

 “Don’t say another word, Delos.” You shook your head, using your forearm to swipe at your face and hating that he was right. The entire west coast was dealing with a heatwave, and the power at your house had gone out hours earlier just after breakfast, meaning that even though the house’s backup generator was keeping the refrigerators and freezers as well as some of the basic electricity going, running the air conditioner was out of the question - and since the house was mostly windows, it was like a greenhouse inside. “Can’t we just leave, Logan? Go to a hotel or something and -” 

 “Everything’s out for miles.” He kicked his way over to the edge of the pool, splashing the concrete before resting his elbows on it as he leaned forward on his float, pushing his sunglasses to the top of his head. “C’mere.” Groaning, you did as he asked, waiting until he’d splashed a path for you across the concrete to keep your feet from burning. “Get in the pool with me, come on.” You sat down, hissing as your skin made contact with the barely cooled ground and lowered your legs into the water next to Logan, closing your eyes and shaking your head. “It’s not that hot.” 

 “Lo, I’m pretty sure that the hot tub water is colder than this because it’s been covered and in the shade for the last three days. This is... “ You sighed, looking out over the ocean. “We could go out on the beach, I bet that water is -”

 “Are you crazy? Do you know how hot that goddamn sand is?” Logan had turned his head to the side, resting it on one bicep as he looked up at you. “We’d burn our legs off before we even got to the water.” You’re right. He grinned as you reached over with one hand, pulling his sunglasses off before trailing your fingers through his hair and down over his shoulder, pausing momentarily on the single patch of marred, raised skin on the back of it - the only physical reminder of his trip with William to Westworld.  “Get in here with me and we can float around until …”

 “Til what, Logan? Until the sun goes down? Until we die of heat stroke? Until we boil to death like lobsters? I’m tempted to go and sit in the car and blast the air conditioning.” He laughed, shifting, and though you knew what was coming, you didn’t stop him from pulling you off of the edge of the pool and into the water, both of you disappearing beneath the surface as Logan shoved off of the chair he was on. You surfaced with his hands on your hips, his feet finding purchase on the sloping pool bottom and your heels comfortably on the ledge at the base of the wall, arms around his neck. “Alright, Lo,” you nodded, speaking softly. “It feels nice in here.” He smiled, leaning in and kissing you, grip tightening at your waist as his hips nudged against yours. Know it all. 

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The power came back on at nearly 7 pm - almost ten full hours after it had gone off in the first place, and once you and Logan had showered - both of you using cold water - and Logan had reconnected to the WiFi to set the thermostat to a frosty 64 degrees, he’d dragged you to the car, not even speaking until you were in the driveway. “Don’t ask questions, just get in.” He was wearing a gray t shirt and a pair of black shorts, and you’d been unwilling to put on much more clothing than your bathing suit, do you’d opted for a short, strapless sundress and a pair of sandals, hair again gathered on the top of your head. It was still hot out, but the angle of the sun had shifted, making it bearable to be outside, especially since you knew that you had an air conditioned home to return to. 

 “Where are we going, Logan?” He turned to look at you, his hair blowing gently in the air from the vents. 

 “I’m takin’ you out for ice cream, Mrs. Delos.” He grinned, eyes going back to the road. “I want something sweet, since we haven’t been able to open the refrigerator all day. And by the time we get home, the house will be cold again.” You nodded, settling back against the seat and watching out your window as the waves crashed against the shore. By the time you reached the plaza that Logan turned into, you were grinning - but not for any specific reason. He was taking you out for ice cream, and it was so simple - so normal that you were in disbelief. Not because Logan needed excess in every waking minute of his life, but because he didn’t. Sure, he was prone to displays that made you roll your eyes - the glittering jewelry on your hands was proof of that - but it was the simple moments that truly made you appreciate the man that you’d married multiple times. 

 Stepping out of the car, you looked around the packed parking lot, waiting for Logan to lock the doors before heading to Grom’s entrance, Logan pulling the door open for you. “Thank you,” you whispered as you stepped in, the cold air a welcome change from the stifling outdoors. “Logan, this isn’t even ice cream, it’s -”

 “Gelato. I know.” He stepped behind you in line, arms going around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder. “Said I wanted something sweet, not something plain.” As you read over the menu, Logan stayed close behind you, though his hands dropped, one finding your right hand and grasping your fingers. As you moved through the line, you heard a few people whispering, your name and Logan’s clearly audible more than once. “Ignore ‘em,” Logan breathed into your ear. “They’re gonna talk - let them talk.” 

 By the time you reached the counter to order, it seemed as if nearly everyone in the shop had looked at you, and while you wanted to believe it was because of who he was, you knew that it was partially because of how Logan looked; effortlessly handsome, even in his mid 30’s, much older than the majority of the other patrons, with messy, unkempt hair and a week’s worth of stubble on his face and neck. You loved him that way, and you knew that others before you had as well, but it still shocked you when you were in small spaces with him just how magnetic he was, how easily he drew attention to himself - and in turn, to you. “Can I take your order?” The young woman behind the counter was speaking to you but staring at your husband, and though you didn’t blame her, you still rolled your eyes, feeling Logan’s posture change slightly next to you as he moved closer, hand gripping your hip through the thin material of the dress you wore. 

 “Yeah, can I get a cup with the pesca and limone sorbets, please?” You paused, thinking. “And can I get some of the biscuits, too?” The girl smiled at you, finally looking away from Logan and nodded, typing in your order after asking for your name. 

 “And I’ll have one of the chocolate cones with stracciatella.” He leaned over the counter, tilting his head to the side. “Make it a double. I’m Logan.” You rolled your eyes but the girl beamed at Logan, nodding her head. He pulled his wallet out to pay, and the girl managed a few words of conversation with him before directing the two of you down to the end of the counter with one finger and another smile at your husband, who dropped the entirety of his change into the tip jar as he pushed you forward. “Gotta flirt to get bigger portions,” he mumbled as you waited, raising one eyebrow at him as you shook your head. 

 “Then I’m going to get a thimble full of sorbet and you’re going to get an entire batch piled on top of your cone, Lo.” He laughed, his arm going around your shoulders and pulling you closer to him, lips pressing against your temple. Since the end of your bet and the increase in speculation by the tabloids, you and Logan had been more affectionate in public than usual, which made him happy. He wasted no opportunity to kiss you and touch you, showing whoever was watching where his attention was, and although he still flirted, there was no weight to his actions. 

 After only a few minutes, a different employee handed you your orders - Logan’s cone at least double the size of yours - and you headed back out the door, since all of the indoor seating was taken. “Wanna sit by the lagoon? I know it’s hot, but at least there’s a breeze.” Logan nodded, his free hand on the small of your back as you crossed the street and the small parking lot, taking seats on the concrete benches. “Thank you, Lo.” You waited until he’d eaten some of his cone, tongue swirling around the heaping scoops of gelato in an attempt to keep it from melting. 

 “No problem.” He turned his head to look at you, a smile on his face as he watched you spoon up your sorbet, mouth back on his own dessert. “Good?” He spoke through a mouthful of gelato, lips turned up in a smile as he waited. You nodded, licking the back of your spoon and shifting closer to Logan. “Can I taste it?” He pointed to your cup, licking his lips and you nodded, readying your spoon. 

 “Yeah, which one? The peach or the -” He cut you off when he pulled you into a kiss, his tongue moving in your mouth as he sought out the taste of your sorbet. Sneaky bastard, you thought as you leaned into the kiss, feeling Logan’s fingers curling around the back of your neck to hold you in place. 

 “Delicious,” he whispered as he pulled back, eyes darker than usual. “Tastes even better on you.” your lips parted without pause as you looked at him, but after only a few seconds, your attention was drawn to Logan’s forearm, where a drip of gelato was working its way toward his elbow. He noticed it when you did, transferring his cone to his left hand and raising the pointed end to his mouth, sucking hard. “Shit.” He mumbled as you giggled, setting your own cup down as you reached out for his arm, wrapping your fingers around his wrist. “Ankyou,” he spoke around the bottom of his cone, still sucking the melted gelato through the small hole. But you didn’t pick up a napkin, instead twisting his arm so that the drip was on the top, lowering your head and sticking your tongue out. He hissed as you licked a path up his arm, collecting the liquid gelato and swallowing. Oh, that’s good. “Fucking stop that.” His voice was low and Logan was holding the cone off to the side, eyes trained on you. 

 “Stop what, Lo?” You looked up at him, not caring that there were other people sitting near you, because when Logan looked at you like he was only a few seconds from tearing your clothes off, you were unable to think straight. “I just wanted to taste you… your gelato.” He closed his eyes, lip curling and took a deep breath, standing. “Lo, whe-” He turned his arm, gripping you tightly and pulled you up too, shaking his head. 

 “We’re going home.” Oh. “Grab that cup and let’s go, because we’re going home and we’re going to continue this.”

 “But it’ll melt, Logan, it’s already…” He stepped forward, tossing his remaining cone and gelato into the trash can before he turned back to you, pointing at the cup that was still half full and sitting on the bench. 

 “I’ll turn the air on in the car and you can hold it in front of the vent. It’s only fifteen minutes.” You laughed, but Logan’s tone was serious. “I want it to melt,” he said simply. “But I want it to melt on you.” Yes, please. “Because…” He bit down on his lip before he spoke again. “You think licking my arm was worth it? You think that kiss was…” He shook his head, gaze moving down your body and then back up. “Think about that, but all over.” You shivered as he leaned in, speaking into your ear. “You’re gonna taste so good.” 

 Within seconds, you and Logan were moving back across the parking lot, the cup of rapidly melting sorbet still in one hand. “Hey, Lo?” You looked over at him as he pulled back onto PCH, his eyes trained on the road in front of him. You were playing with fire and you knew it, but that’s how it had been for the entire three years of your relationship. “You always taste good.” 

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