#logan delos x reader

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All I can think about right now is like any Ben Barnes character during their rut as an Alpha. Like omg would I want to be their mate.

This wasn’t a request but you said any character, and my mind went to all the characters so I ended up writing a little something for most of them. Enjoy?

Characters: Alpha!Aleksander Morozova, Alpha!Logan Delos, Alpha!Billy Russo, Alpha!Benjamin Greene (all x fem!omega!reader)

Warnings [18+]: typical a/b/o themes, smut, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, smidge of primal play for Billy, dirty talk, bit of degradation from Aleksander, hint of spanking for Logan.

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Aleksander Morozova

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“You should rest.”

It doesn’t surprise you that your words fall on deaf ears as Aleksander rifles through the papers on his desk, stalking into his bedroom to search for a particular document.

The meeting concluded several minutes ago but the palpable tension has yet to be cleared from the air. Aleksander is ignoring his rut, a terrible habit of his, which subjects everyone around him to the tantalising smell of his frustration and arousal.

Almost all the omegas in the meeting ended up excusing themselves, their heats triggered by Aleksander’s scent. It’s taking everything in you not to submit to him yourself.

His shirt sleeves are rolled up, the veins in his forearms bulging, and his hair is loose and ruffled. A bead of sweat rolls down the side of his face and the urge to lick it seizes you. Clenching your jaw shut, you cross your arms as you stand in the doorway watching him.

“General.”

He doesn’t look up at you, but the tension in his shoulders seems to tighten.

“What happened to docile little omegas?” he remarks bitingly. Keeping your voice coy and soft, you cock your head aside, fluttering your lashes at him.

“Would you like me to be docile, sir?”

Turning his head, Aleksander locks eyes with you, his gaze flickering down to the curve of your neck where his mating mark is on display against your pulse. He growls lowly, striding towards you and grasping onto your waist.

He spins you, pushing you down onto the bed with his teeth bared. A hand closes around your throat, pining you to the mattress as he leans over you.

“You little minx.”

Mischief sparkles in your eyes and Aleksander huffs out a small laugh. Then, much to your disappointment, he releases you. Instantly, you place your hand over his, guiding it back to your throat.

“You don’t need to hide this from me, Aleksander. I can take it, I promise.”

There’s hesitation in his eyes. As your mate, he is always so attentive during your heat, but when it comes to his rut he ignores his own urges to stop himself from hurting you.

Hooking your leg around his waist, you stroke your calf down the side of his body.

“Please, alpha. I’m here for you. Use me.”

His gaze darkens, the blackness filling his eyes is your only warning before you’re flipped over onto your stomach. The ripping sting of fabric brushes against your skin as he tears the clothing from your body.

Scrambling, you prop yourself onto your knees for him. Then he pushes himself inside you. Being around him all day has ensured that you’re wet enough to take him so suddenly but there’s still a twinge of pain that simmers delightfully under your skin.

Aleksander groans loudly in relief, his breathing sharp against your back as he presses his forehead into the space between your shoulder blades.

His finger dig into your hips, nails biting into your skin, hard enough to leave bruises. Each thrust of his hips slaps hard against your cheeks, the force of his fucking reverberating through your body relentlessly.

Filthy words of appraisal and sweet degrading remarks all jumbled into an almost incoherent mess begin to stream from his lips. Every word you do manage to hear through your shared moans and gasps sends a jolt of pleasure through your abdomen.

Sweet little mate. Perfect cunt. Tight and hot and wet. Like a common whore. Can you hear it, omega? Such a good omega. So good for me. Mine. All mine. You belong to me.

Aleksander bites down on your shoulder as you clench around his cock, his tongue traces over the mark left there lapping up the hot smear of blood that is blossoming to the surface. Then he bites again. His nails scratch over your thighs, leaving raised lines in their wake.

Drool slips from your lips, soaking the sheets as you surrender completely to Aleksander’s pursuit of pleasure.

He turns your head, ducking his head down into the crook of your neck as he pushes his knot inside you. Both of you hiss at the feeling. The stretch burns through your body, driving everything except Aleksander from your mind.

All Aleksander can think of it how tightly you’re gripping his knot. Everything else, the frustration that had been under his skin since yesterday morning, the heavy tension in his muscles, the overwhelming pressure in his chest, it’s all gone.

His climax is within reach and he jerks his hips forwards frantically as he chases his pleasure. Mindlessly, his fingers rub against your clit, hurtling you towards your own peak. He growls, teeth clenched hard as he breathes in your scent.

His nose nudges against the mating mark on your throat and your scent sharpens. As soon as you hit your climax, it triggers Aleksander’s own release and the two of you groan and succumb to pleasure instantaneously.

The rhythmic clenching of your cunt sends a shiver down Aleksander’s spine, the heat of his spend inside you soothing his more primal instincts. Now that he’s sated, all he wants is your affection.

But his knot is still inside you, and will remain so for a few more minutes.

He shifts uncomfortably, attempting not hold himself up with his forearms and not crush you with his weight.

“I’ve remembered what I dislike about this position,” he says quietly, to which you hum in response. “I can’t hold you properly,” he adds with a small huff of frustration.

A soft laugh escapes your lips.

“I love you, Sasha,” you whisper with a smile.

His fingertips trace lightly over your back, featherlight when he reaches the marks already blooming over your skin and the tiny drops of dried blood.

“I’ve made quite the mess of you.”

“Good,” you say, your voice muffled by your pillow. “It’ll remind them all who I belong to.”

A deep rumble emanates from the back of his throat and he nuzzles his face against your back. His perfect little mate - you always know what to say to him.

Guilt still settles in his stomach, at the thought of hurting you, especially with the desperate need for your affection growing in his chest.

Once he pulls out of you, he’s being tugged into your arms. He settles himself against your chest as you lean back into the pillows propped next to the dark oak headboard. Aleksander tilts his head, his temple pressed against your cheek, and you kiss his face gently.

He heaves out a sigh and you can feel the last of the tension leave his body as you curl your arms around him fully. Aleksander curls his hands around each of your forearms to ensure you won’t let go of him.

Quietly, you hum an Old Ravkan tune he had taught you, occasionally licking affectionately at the mating mark on his neck or nipping playfully at the shell of his ear.

Aleksander’s eyes flutter closed and his breathing grows steady but he doesn’t fall sleep. Such a state of relaxation is rare for him.

“I love you,” he breathes out softly. “You’re everything to me.”

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Logan Delos

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“Welcome home, alpha.”

Logan halts at the entrance to your shared bedroom. He tilts his head back, groaning through a grin as he palms his hand over his bulge.

“God I fucking love you.”

He tugs at his belt, his cock straining against the restrictive fabric of his suit trousers as he stares down at you.

The bedcovers have been discarded onto the floor, giving the two of you optimum space to play with one another. Somehow, you must have known his rut was about to begin, because you’re already in position with your legs spread wide, glistening cunt on display.

He tosses his belt onto the floor, discarding his trousers and shrugging off his jacket and shirt. His scent, like fresh orange juice and sun lotion has your teeth aching for a bite of him.

His dark eyes lock onto your cunt as he reaches the foot of the bed, crawling over the mattress towards you. A low growl rumbles in his throat as he drinks in the sight and smell of his mate.

Logan nuzzles his face against your thigh, a whine catching in your throat as his rough facial hair scratches at your sensitive skin. He bites down, pearly white teeth creating a bruising mark there, claiming your most intimate parts as his once again.

His cock hangs heavy between his legs, aching to be inside you. Logan has never had much patience, though his love of teasing seems to be overruling his own need.

He continues to nip and bite at your thighs, mouthing sloppy kisses and tracing his tongue over his favourite spots - the ones that make you squirm the most.

Logan loves toying with you. There’s nothing better to him. He can smell your frustration and can see your need dripping down onto the sheets. Despite the effects of his rut that are slowing beginning to settle into his system, he’s tempted to continue torturing you.

Sweat glosses over your skin, you’ve thoroughly wound yourself up. Before Logan arrived, you had done your best to fantasise about your alpha to ensure that you would be wet enough to take him the moment he arrived home.

Knowing Logan, you should have known he would surprise you like this.

He kisses his way up your body, leaving bites and settling his hands firmly on your waist. His fingers press into your skin, preventing any sort of squirming. His strength always catches you off guard.

Logan’s teeth scrape delicately over your hardened nipple and you whine pitifully. Chest heaving, you whimper when he laps at your breasts with a delighted expression on his face.

His arousal begins to smear over your thighs as he nestles himself between them.

Eyes darkening, he grins wickedly before positioning his cock at your entrance and sliding inside with one smooth motion. Gritting your teeth, you moan loudly. His grin sharpens, teeth flashing as he hisses at the feeling of your cunt sucking in his cock.

He pulls out, only to slam his hips back down against yours, setting a punishing pace that has you both panting against one another’s mouths. Logan kisses you frantically, a mess of lips and teeth and tongue as you consume one another.

Nails digging into his shoulders, you scramble for some sense of balance as he removes your ability to do anything except take what he gives you. He bites down on your lip, sucking on the bruised flesh when you whimper.

In retaliation, you reach down to his backside, giving him ass cheek a squeeze to encourage him deeper inside you. His vigour increases, spurred on by your touch, and you can’t resist giving him a small swat on the ass.

His hand locks around your throat, squeezing lightly, and you grin at one another as you clench around him. He growls at the feeling, teeth flashing as he increases his pace as he fucks you.

Crying out his name, you feel the steady spiral of pleasure begin to swoop in your stomach. Frantically you jerk your hips against his, weak little thrusts in an attempt to match his own enthusiasm. Both of you grasp at one another, nails biting into flesh.

He tips his head back, baring his neck, and you sink your teeth into his throat without a second thought. He spills inside you, the hot spray of his release immediately sending your body hurtling into your own climax with a frightening speed.

He swears loudly at the feeling of your cunt twitching around his sensitive cock. Both of you moan at the sensations running through you as bliss soaks into your bodies. Logan collapses on top of you with a dramatic huff and a groan, which makes you giggle.

His smile is bright at the sound of your laughter, as he lifts his head up from the crook of your neck.

“You didn’t have to do this, you know?” he says lightly. His parents weren’t the best example of a mated couple but you’re too tired to argue properly with him. So you poke him.

“Shut up and let me be here for you,” you mumble.

He smiles widely.

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Billy Russo

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He’s surprised his glass hasn’t shattered in his hand. Billy takes a slow swallow of the chilled liquid, relishing the coolness on his tongue in contrast to the heat that is burning underneath his loose swim shorts.

The summer heat certainly isn’t helping the feeling of his oncoming rut, and neither is the sight of you in that ridiculously tiny bikini.

He watches from his place at the bar as you lounge on one of the sun-beds by the pool. One leg lying along the length of the lounger whilst the other is folded with your ankle tucked beneath the knee of your extended leg.

Billy knows the bite marks on your thighs are visible to everyone, his claim on you made obvious for anyone who looks at you. He watches as you drape your arm over your forehead to shield your face from the sun.

He can see your eyes are closed, you must be dozing lightly. Downing the rest of his drink, he tosses a wad of notes onto the bar top before he stalks towards you.

“Billy?” you mumble, your words thick with near sleep as you register a shadow over you.

As you inhale his scent, sticky vanilla like melted ice cream, a thrum of arousal runs through you in response.

Lifting your head, you meet his darkened eyes immediately as he towers over you.

“Alpha?”

A growl rumbles in his chest.

“We’re leaving,” he demands.

If there weren’t so many people around, you might have given him some resistance, and he would throw you over his shoulder. The two of you like to playing into your more primal instincts during Billy’s rut.

He grips the steering wheel hard through the entire drive home. The windows are rolled down fully so that he can concentrate on the road without the combination of your scents distracting him.

When you finally reach the small villa Billy had rented for the summer, he breathes a sigh of relief. He leans over the console of the car, grasping the back of your head to meet his lips in an all-consuming kiss.

By the time he withdraws from you, your chest is heaving, your lips swollen and slick with his saliva.

Some of the tension leaves Billy’s shoulders as you step inside the air-conditioned villa. Cool marble floor against his bare feet as he slips his shoes off.

He slips his arm around your waist, pulling your back flush against his body. He rolls his hips forward, his rock hard cock pressing against your practically bare ass cheeks. He nips at the mating mark on your neck and you whine.

“I’m gonna go make a drink,” he murmurs lowly against your ear. His mouth is hot against the sensitive skin of your throat and his scent is addictive. “You are gonna go hide for me.”

A delighted shiver rolls down your spine. You love it when Billy is playful like this. Hiding always spikes your arousal, waiting in anticipation for your Alpha to find you.

It’s even better when he’s close to is rut, because he smells so delicious and his words are always so tempting when he tries to convince you to come out of hiding.

Once he does find you, it’s likely he’ll let you slip through his fingers to initiate a little chase around the villa. Billy will know the floor plan by heart, after all he bought this place, and will follow your scent like the predator he is.

“Yes, alpha,” you whisper.

Tugging at the strings of your bikini, you allow the fabric to slip down onto the floor as you take a few meandering steps away from your alpha. He groans at the sight of you, breathing in a deep inhale as he seeks to control himself.

With a teasing glimmer in your eyes, you walk slowly, waiting until he’s out of sight before you begin to move quickly. If you ran off immediately, Billy would have been too tempted to chase. Spoiling your fun before it can even begin.

Now all you need to do is hide.

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Benjamin Greene

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“Benji?” you mumble, blinking tiredly as you wake.

His mouth moves leisurely over your neck, nosing at the mating mark just under your ear. His tongue traces over the mark, which sends a shiver down your spine.

“Sorry, love. Just need your sweet little cunt for a few minutes. That alright with you?”

The air is thick with his comforting scent, shortbread biscuits and old book pages, curling around you like a blanket. His cock is hard against your stomach and you can already guess that his rut has arrived early.

Humming contentedly, you nod in consent, your eyes still heavy with sleep.

“Just relax, my omega.”

He sucks lightly on your earlobe and a soft moan catches in your throat, even as your awareness begins to drift a little. Benjamin’s low groan as he breathes in your scent brings you back to reality a little, making you aware of the need threading through your body.

“It’s alright, love,” he soothes, though there’s a strained quality to his voice as the sheets rustle. The heat of the summer has meant you’ve both forgone clothing tonight. “Just going to fill you up for a while.”

He continues to mouth sleepily at your neck, paying extra attention to the mating mark almost subconsciously. Hooking one of your legs over his hip, he sinks his cock into you. Eyes fluttering closed, you moan quietly as he rocks his hips subtly to adjust his position.

“Benji,” you whisper. He hushes you.

“Go back to sleep, love. This is all I need for now.”

Benjamin is rock hard inside you when you wake at sunrise.

Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you breathe in the heavy scent of your alpha in the midst of his rut. There’s a small frown creasing at his dark brows, no doubt a result of his aching cock and the urge to help ease his discomfort fills your chest.

His skin is flushed, a pretty pink dusting over his cheeks and the tips of his ears. A bead of sweat rolls down his neck, which you immediately collect with your tongue. He hums quietly in his sleep, hips shifting upwards. His dark hair is ruffled adorably and there’s a small pout on his lips.

Slowly, you roll your hips forward against his. The spark of friction you gain is enough of an incentive for you to continue, even though Benji’s pleasure is what you’re really searching for.

Benjamin stirs a little when you turn him over onto his back and he begins to wake as you straddle his hips, sliding up and down leisurely over his cock, your hands splayed over his chest. He groans deeply as his lashes flutter open, revealing his dark eyes filled with unbridled need.

He presses his head back into the pillows, showing off the expanse of his throat as he sighs in pleasure.

“Alpha,” you whisper against his neck, licking at the mating mark there. “Let me take care of you, please?”

His hands settle on your thighs, warm palms squeezing the soft skin there gently in encouragement. He murmurs praises quietly under his breath as you roll your hips against his taking him deeper.

Sweat glosses over his bare chest and you lick a pathway down his collarbones and across his pectorals, hands smoothing affectionately over his soft stomach where his muscles are tensing rapidly.

His hips jerk forward mindlessly and with gritted teeth you nestle your body firmly against his, easing his knot into your slick entrance. He gasps sharply, eyes rolling back as your cunt clenches around his knot and hardened cock.

“Relax, Benji,” you soothe him. “I’ve got you. Please, alpha. Want you to fill me up.”

Sleeping inside you for most of the night has made him sensitive to your touch, not to mention how much energy his rut always takes out of him. Slick smears over your thighs, making a thorough mess of the two of you.

Grinding against one another, Benjamin places his palm on the small of your back, meeting each of your thrusts with a lazy one of his own. Panting and moaning into one another’s mouths, you kiss with a burning intensity that has you clenching uncontrollably around him.

He chokes on a groan, pressing himself hard against you as tears prickle in your eyes. His pubic bone catches against your clit, providing a dizzying burst of pleasure that thrums beneath your skin and you begin to chant his name in a low whisper.

“Benji, my alpha, please.”

He bites down lightly on your lower lip, tugging on the sensitive skin as you tip over the edge. Bliss floods through your body as you climax, and soon he’s spilling inside you with a low moan.

Collapsing onto his chest, you hum at the pleasurable feeling of being filled to the brim by your alpha. He strokes his hands over your back, easing the aching muscles there as you both catch your breath.

“Thank you, omega. You were perfect, my love.”

Contentment warms in your chest at the thought of pleasing your alpha. His rut is by no means over, but this was certainly a pleasant start.

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Kinktober Day 3

Public Teasing & Edging with Logan Delos

Pairing: Logan Delos x F!Reader

Rating: NSFW 18+ (minors dni)

Warnings: let’s be real Logan comes with his own warning, mentions of Logan’s drug addiction very briefly, such cute fluff, use of a lovense vibrator (one that is controlled by an app & stays inside), use of the pet names Princess & Sir (do ya’ll see a theme?), so much edging and teasing like Logan is a little shit, sub/dom relationship, exhibitionism, spankings as punishment, reader cries during said punishment, oral (female receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, sex with the vibrator still in reader, mostly clothed Logan and naked reader, slightly rough sex, multiple orgasms, more cute fluff

Word Count: 4.2k

Author’s Notes: Oh how I love writing for this man. This was so so much fun. I hope you all enjoy it!

Kinktober Masterlist

ao3 link coming soon ish

 Your hands brushed gently over the satin fabric, of the dress that hugged you perfectly. It was expensive, beautiful, but also simple. The gentle sweetheart neckline pushed your breasts up just enough to show a hint of cleavage. The slit running up your right leg to the middle of your thigh didn’t leave much to the imagination. Then the laced up back simply made you smirk, as you turned slightly to look it over. You were sure that would present a challenge later.

  “Thinking about how long it may take me to get you out of that later, sweetheart?”

  Logan Delos spoke from his spot, leaned up on the doorframe of the bedroom. You smirked up at his reflection before turning around.

  “Actually I was.”

  He let out a chuckle before pushing off the doorframe and slowly stalking towards you. You noticed then, one hand held a small gift bag but it was quickly tucked behind his back, as his other hand fell to your hip. He was so close that his breath ghosted over your face when he spoke.

  “Sweetheart, I can get you out of that dress in seconds. I’m more skilled than you think,” his lips took yours for a quick, gentle kiss.

  You smirked against his lips, before kissing him back gently. He pulled you closer after he pulled away, to pepper kisses all over your face, and you giggled.

  “Don’t mess up my makeup,” you let out a full laugh as you pushed him away slightly.

  Logan laughed too but stopped at your request.

  “I wish we didn’t have to attend this thing tonight. I would much rather see that dress on my floor.”

  “It would look much better there, but I’m proud of you for attending this event.”

  Logan’s eyes softened. When he came crashing into your life, he was wild. Hardly ever sober, doing just about anything under the sun to numb his reality. When he started making his advances on you, you would withhold yourself on promises of him being sober for dates. You’d supported him through getting help, and now he was two months sober. He had told you once, it was something he had secretly wished for, for awhile, because it only chased things away temporarily, but he never knew how to go about getting clean.

  “Well I had this really amazing woman come into my life, and she makes me put in work so,” he trailed off with a smile that you matched.

  “She sounds amazing.”

  “Oh she is,” he pulled you to him once again for another kiss, and then the gift bag popped back into your head.

  “Did you get me something?” You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked from him to his hand.

  “I did,” a mischievous smirk crossed Logan’s features as he held it up.

  You stepped back slightly and took the bag. You pulled the tissue paper out, uncovering a plain white box. You looked up at Logan with furrowed brows, and he nodded for you to keep going. You opened the box and found you had been wanting for a long time. Something for you and Logan to enjoy together. A Lovense vibrator. You smirked as you looked up at him.

  “You got me one?!”

  “That I did,” he smirked again, and you knew at a glance that he was up to something.

  “Why’d you give it to me tonight?”

  “Because you are going to wear it at the event tonight.”

  You let out a small gasp, and you felt the walls of your pussy clench in anticipation. The one wild thing about Logan that he didn’t loose, and thank god he didn’t, was his sex drive. He had adjusted well to monogamy, but he was still kinky, with wild ideas that sent you ablaze. Publicly teasing you was on the top of his list, and even though you felt some nerves bubble up in your stomach, you were also excited.

  “It’s already charged and ready to go.”

  Logan stepped back, taking the toy with him. He crooked his finger for you follow, and you obeyed. He nodded to the bed, and you sat down. He gently pushed you back, till you were propped up on your elbows. You opened your legs, which made Logan lick his lips as his eyes traced over you.

  “Open,” he demanded as he moved the bigger part of the vibrator towards your mouth.

You did as he asked and took it, sucking on it while keeping your eyes locked with his the entire time. He pulled it from your lips with a pop, and then moved your panties over to the side. You let out a whine at the cool air against your wet center. Logan bent and when he looked up at you, his eyes were lust blown.

  “Already so wet Princess,” the pet name made you clench again.

  He pulled out his phone and sat it next to your leg on the bed. You glanced down seeing he had the app for controlling the vibrator open. He slipped it over your clit, still off, slowly. You let out a soft moan as you looked down, watching him. He caught your eyes before moving to his phone, and making the toy come to life. You jumped and let out a moan, your eyes fluttering closed. Then he started to push it higher and higher until your legs were almost shaking, and then it was gone. Your eyes flew open, and you were met with the shit eating grin across Logan’s face.

  “Oh my sweet girl. You won’t be coming until we get home this evening, and if you do you’ll be punished.”

  “But…why?” You asked as you panted slightly.

  “Just for fun of course Princess.”

  You felt your pulse jump, and once again your pussy fluttered at the thought. Logan, without anymore teasing slipped it inside of you, and you jumped slightly at the feeling. It wasn’t very big or noticeable, but just enough. He fixed the other end over your clit, and held it in place until he pulled your panties back over, keeping nestled snug against you. He helped you from the bed and you fixed yourself quickly, gulping at the feeling of the toy inside of you. It suddenly came to life, and you let out a yelp, and Logan let out what you swore was an evil laugh.

  “Now now Princess, you can’t be doing that tonight. People can’t know,” he smirked before he turned it off and held out his arm, like he hadn’t done a single thing wrong.

  You gave him a glare and let out a shaky breath, before you laced your arm within his. This was about to be the longest night of your life.

  You swore this gala was going to last for forever. You were ready to pull your hair out at this point. Teetering on the edge of an orgasm for most of the night. Logan had been relentless. He was nice enough to not turn it on when he introduced you to important people and while you spoke with his no good father, but other than that he had been a little shit. You had no idea why you agreed to this. Overall the thought sent a shiver through you. The looks that Logan would pass to you from across the room while sipping his drink, phone in hand and a smirk on his face. He something else entirely, but all you wanted right now was to come. You were wound up, and at this point it was becoming almost painful. According to Logan you’d kept your composure throughout the night, which was a relief to you.

  You sat at a table, while he mingled. You sipped at your water, and picked at the food that had been served. People would come up and speak with you, and you would put on your best face. But for the most part this was for investors, and you were just Logan’s plus one. That was perfectly fine, especially right now. The vibrator came to life within you again, and it was turned all the way up. You pushed your thighs together under the table, and gripped a napkin in one hand and the edge of the table with the other. Your entire body tensed, and then you melted when the vibrations suddenly stopped. You licked your lips and looked down, closing your eyes to collect yourself for a short moment. A hand on your shoulder made you jump, and when you turned Logan was smirking like a damn cat as he took the seat next to you.

  “You alright Princess, you look flushed?” He furrowed his brows but with knowing look in his eyes.

  “You know perfectly well what’s wrong with me, Logan Delos,” you snapped but you kept a light undertone to your words.

  “Don’t get snippy with me Princess,” he paused to turn the vibrator up again, and your eyes closed. “I can make it worse.”

  “I don’t think you can make it any worse. Logan, please,” your eyes opened and you looked at him, begging.

  “Now now Princess, we discussed this. You don’t get to come until the event is over. You only have,” he checked his watch, the vibrator still going inside of you. “An hour and a half.”

  The vibrator stopped and your body relaxed, but as you brought your drink to your lips your hand was shaking.

  “I do enjoy seeing you like this. Controlling your orgasm, making them mine, see what it does to me Princess,” Logan spoke low enough for only you to hear, as he grabbed your other wrist and guided your hand to his rock hard cock, straining against his pants. “See, you’re not the only one uncomfortable, Princess. I’m going to destroy you later.”

  The last words were a whisper in your ear and then he was up. He bent to kiss your temple.

  “I’m going to mingle some more, come with me,” his play on words made you glare up at him, and with a chuckle he took your hand and pulled you up.

  He kept his hand on the small of your back, guiding you through the crowd as he searched people out. He came up to a group of important looking men and their dates.

  “Ahhhh Logan!” One man spoke as he stuck his hand out.

  “Mason you bastard, I didn’t know you’d be here!” They both shared a laugh as Logan took his hand and they pulled each other into one of those bro hugs.

  Mason’s girlfriend leaned over, “you being tortured as well?”

  Her words made you gulp, but when you looked over at her you knew what she really meant.

  “Oh yeah. I love dressing up, but most of what’s said is going right over my head.” The both of you laughed.

  “Girl I understand completely.” She laced her arm with yours as she rolled her eyes and took a sip of her drink.

  You watched Logan closely and knew what was coming. He had one hand in his pocket now, along with his phone, and you had watched his finger move. Your jaw tensed and you pushed your legs together the best you could while standing. Your knees were already weak, but they were turning to jello. You had to keep yourself together or you were going to fall to the ground any second.

  “Excuse me. I need to go to the ladies room,” you leaned over and spoke to the girl.

  You turned to look at Logan, who gave you a nod and then a wink. You gave him a small smile and forced your legs to move towards the restrooms. You were greeted with wonderful silence. Not a single other soul was in there. You went for the farthest stall and the moment you touched the door, the vibrator turned on max. Your hand flew over your mouth to stop the moan that came tumbling out. You knew if he didn’t stop it soon you were going to tumble over the edge, but then again how would he know. You leaned into the pleasure now and let it take you. You kept your hand over your mouth and a hand gripping your dress, as your legs shook and you tumbled over the edge. You panted as you came back down, and soon after the vibrator stopped once again.

  You let out a shaky breath and straightened yourself. You brushed your hands down your dress and cleared your throat, before you moved out of the stall. You went to the sink and splashed water on your face, gathering yourself. With one more final breath, you stepped out of the restroom. You looked up,  only to be met with Logan’s eyes from across the room. They were ablaze and you wondered what had happened, as you went back to the table and sat down. You took a generous gulp of water and settled yourself slightly.

  “You alright Princess?” Logan asked, an edge of knowing in his voice.

  “I’m fine,” you looked at him with a smile, plastering innocence all over your face.

  His fingers brushed at your neck, and then grabbed at your shoulder, before he bent down next to your ear.

  “I know what just happened in that bathroom Princess.”

  “H…how?” You gulped but you didn’t look his way.

  “I know how you look after you come. It’s one of my favorite looks on you. No matter how beautiful it is, you’re still getting punished for not following my rule.”

  You gulped, feeling the sting of guilt race through you.

  “Come now Princess,” Logan spoke as he straightened, and moved so you could get up.

His hand fell to your lower back, his thumb brushing at the fabric, as he lead you away from the crowd. The two of you made your way down a hallway, and with one look back to check your surroundings, Logan opened the door and directed you inside. The gala venue also housed offices and random meeting rooms. You and Logan were in the most private place you could be in the building, but the chance of someone coming in was still there. It made all of this more exciting, and nerve wracking.

  “Relax, I can hide you within seconds. Just pretend we’re alone,” Logan spoke as he stepped behind you, as his fingers started to work at your dress.

  Soon the fabric fell to a puddle on the floor around your feet and, besides your underwear, you were completely bare for Logan. He walked around you like a hunter circling his prey, before stopping directly in front of you.

  “So beautiful,” he whispered as his finger slid down your cheek, before tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

  He was always like this before dishing out a punishment, or even before things were about to get intense. Just a check in for you.

  “You remember your rules Princess?”

  “Yes Sir.”

  “Very good.”

  Logan turned and walked towards the couch that sat in the middle of the room, two arm chairs across from it and a coffee table in the middle. There was a wall full of bookshelves and a fire place. The other wall had a bar and a writing desk. You watched him as he discarded his jacket, laying it over a chair before removing his tie and doing the same. He rolled his white button up shirt to his elbows and you could have melted on the spot. This was one of your favorite versions of Logan. It never failed to make you practically drool. He sat on the edge of the couch before looking up at you with dark eyes, a smirk, and patted his thigh. You moved forward on weak knees, noting his phone was out next to him. The reminder of the vibrator still inside of you made your pulse pound in your ears. You stopped on one side of his legs, and he reached up before situating you over his lap in the perfect position.

  “Arms,” he ordered, and giving him your full trust, you put your arms behind your back.

  He tucked them together where he could keep both your wrist grasped in one hand. His other hand fixed your hair gently before settling softly on your ass, already making you jump. Logan simply chuckled.

  “You know why you are being punished Princess?”

  “Yes Sir. I disobeyed you.”

  “Very good. How many do you think you deserve?”

  “Ten?” You spoke, being unsure of your answer.

  “I think ten will do. Now remember to count and if you mess up I start over.”

  “Yes Sir,” you breathed.

  “Remember you can stop this at anytime, and breathe okay?”

  “Yes Sir.”

  “Good girl,” he spoke softly, and then he grabbed your panties and pulled them up slightly, pushing the vibrator harder against you.

  You let out a soft moan at the feeling and slight friction on your clit. Then he was gone and knew what was coming. You tried not to tense but you always did. Logan’s hand came crashing down on your right cheek, and you let out a yelp.

  “One,” you spoke, making sure to be loud enough.

  Logan squeezed before his hand was gone, and back again on the left cheek.

  “Two.”

  He repeated the process until he got to five and the sting blooming. He paused, his thumb on the hand holding yours brushing at your skin as a gentle reminder. Then the vibrator came to life at full force inside of you. You let out a moan and then his hand was crashing back down again, but this time much harder.

  “Six!” You practically screamed the number at the mixture of pain and pleasure.

  Another hard strike against your other cheek, and tears were gathering in your eyes.

  “Seven!” You whimpered out this time.

  Another, once again hard and you jumped, your whole body shaking.

  “Eight,” this time it slipped out in a sob.

  The vibrator stopped and you relaxed slightly, panting.

  “These last two times will be very hard. You okay?”

  “Yes Sir,” and you were okay, everything just felt intense.

  Logan’s hand came crashing down and you let out a cry this time. It wasn’t the most painful thing you had ever felt, and you had spankings like this before, but it had been awhile.

  “Nine,” again the number fell from your lips with a sob.

  The next one came crashing down, and you pushed out the last number on a whisper. Logan had you up in seconds. His face full of concern, as he gently wiped away your tears.

  “Shhhh Princess. You did good,” he praised, and you panted, trying to gather yourself.

  He sat you up on the couch, and the second your burning ass hit the cool leather you let out a hiss.

  “Let’s get these panties off. I want to see just how soaking wet you are. Even though there is plenty of evidence here Princess,” Logan smirked, and you looked up at him smirking softly.

  He bent, pulling your panties down with his fingers, exposing your soaking pussy to the cool air of the room.

  “Fuck Princess. You are a mess,” Logan smirked and then he dove.

  He never removed the vibrator, but he licked at you cleaning up the mess around your hole. He moved the piece on your clit to give the sensitive bundle of nerves a few licks, his eyes on you to see how you react.

  “Logan please,” you beg, throwing him the best puppy dog eyes you can.

  “You did take your punishment so so well, and this is such a beautiful mess. I think I may need to fuck this beautiful pussy. What do you think Princess?” Logan spoke as he stood, his hand coming to your center, two fingers entering along side the vibrator.

  He leaned over you now and you looked up at him, giving him a quick eager nod.

  “Please Sir please,” you begged which you knew he loved, as you kept eye contact.

  He stopped, pulling his fingers out, causing you to whimper before he kissed your forehead. Then he was pulling you up and guiding you to the desk. It was a clean dark wooden service, and it would be the perfect height. Logan hoisted you up on the flat top and opened your legs.

  “We are going to keep this inside of you,” he glanced up at you and you let out a moan at the thought.

  Logan simply unzipped his fly to pull himself out, which only drove you more crazy. You watched as he removed himself from his pants, licking your lips as you saw how hard he was. You watched him as he stroked himself a few times before lining himself up with your entrance. He was slower than normal, stretching you more with the vibrator still buried inside of you. Your mouth dropped in a silent gasp as you watched him penetrate you. Logan’s eyes glanced up at you, as he continued to inch inside of you.

  “You’re doing so good Princess. Taking me so well,” he groaned as he finally bottomed out and your walls clenched.

  You couldn’t describe the feeling that shivered through you. Logan brought up his phone, holding still as he turned the vibrator on high. Both of you let out a moan and then Logan started to move. His lips fell to yours, taking you with so much need, as his thrusts started to get quicker and harder by the second. You’ve grasped at the edge of the desk, trying to keep yourself steady, even though you could feel your orgasm coming like a massive wave. Logan kept your lips locked to his until air was a must, but he didn’t go far. His forehead fell to yours as he picked up speed.

  “Fuck Logan that feels so good,” you whined out, your voice broken as you looked down, watching as he fucked you.

  “You going to cum for me Princess?”

  You couldn’t answer, just simply nodded your head rapidly. Logan’s thrusts became sloppy.

  “Come on Princess, cum with me,” he groaned out and your head flew back.

  You let out a loud moan, not caring if anyone heard. Your legs trembled almost violently as your walls clenched, as you came around his cock and the vibrator. Your hand reached out for his, and he grasped you and stilled inside of you. He let out a groan, before kissing you hard and deep as he emptied himself inside of you. He let himself finish before he was pulling out, but never turned the vibrator off. Your eyes widened at the overstimulation, but he kept it steady just as another quick rising orgasm that crashed over you, before you could utter a word to him. He watched you with careful eyes and then stopped. Your body trembled and tears streaked your face at the overwhelming pleasure.

  “Shhhhh that was such a good girl for me Princess. You did so good,” Logan praised as he kissed at different parts of your face, trying to bring you back to earth.

  You finally felt yourself calm slightly, and forced your heavy lidded eyes open to find dark eyes staring back.

  “That was…” you let out a laugh and Logan chuckled.

  “I know. Now let’s get you cleaned up and get out of here. My girl needs rest now,” another kiss to your forehead and you nodded softly. “This isn’t going to be pleasant okay?”

  Logan took the vibrator within his fingers, and you gave him a nod before he slowly and gently pulled it out. You let out a hiss and then a sigh. Logan moved your legs gently back together and off the desk, before helping you with your dress.

  “I think I’m going to keep these in my pocket,” Logan smirked as he wrapped the vibrator in your panties, and tucked them in his pocket.

  You smirked and then ran your fingers through your hair.

  “Do I look like I was just fucked within an inch of my life?” You asked him with a smirk, as you smoothed your hands over your dress.

  “Not at all. You look beautiful. I don’t think I’ve told you that tonight.”

  “You have and thank you Logan. You don’t look so bad yourself.”

  Logan let out a chuckle as he walked to you, tilting your chin up with his fingers. He leaned down and this time placed a gentle but deep kiss on your lips. One that you returned with a soft smile.

  “Now let’s get you home.”

  “Be happy there are people out there.”

  “Why is that?” Logan asked with a smirk as the two of you started for the door.

  “Because otherwise you would be carrying me out of here. I won’t be able to walk for a week.”

  “That only means I did my job right Princess.”

  “That it does.”

  The two of you walked out of the office with shared chuckles. You were met with knowing eyes as the two of you walked through the room and outside into the night air. The two of you paused, Logan’s hand on your back, and looked back before looking at each other. Then you both let out full belly laughs, before Logan pulled you in for one more kiss.

  “We’re never going to hear the end of this.”

  “We will be the story told at this event for years to come.”

  Both of you let out one more full laughter before heading to Logan’s car to head home.

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Fic Rec List (Part 2)

My first rec list was strictly Billy Russo x Reader fics, but this one covers The Darkling (Shadow and Bone), Logan Delos (Westworld), and Caspian (The Chronicles of Narnia). There are only a few of each so I didn’t see much point putting them in their own separate lists.

Anyways, on with the fic recs!

The Darkling

Dusk Till Dawn by FluffyUnicorn666

Author’s summary: Your relationship with General Kirigan only exists after the sun goes down and you begin to wonder whether he loves you beyond the night calls. Before you can find out Kirigan’s true feelings, you’re tied up and thrown into the back of a van.

Rec notes: This is my go-to Darkling comfort fic. I don’t even care about the anachronisms. When I first got into Darkling x reader fics, there was a particular type I was after, and this was it. Non-Grisha reader - check. Angsty uncertainty about Aleksander’s feelings - check. Reader is put in danger/goes through traumatic experience - check. Aleksander going full Darkling when rescuing her - double check. And finally, a soft resolution where feelings are openly admitted and all misunderstandings are brought to rest - check and check.

Nyctophobia by ohthislove

Author’s summary: General Kirigan saves you after the Second Army raids your village in Fjerda, but he wants something from you in return.

Rec notes: Dark!fic isn’t normally my thing, but this one is an interesting role reversal, with the Grisha being the malevolent raiders and the Fjerdans sympathetic victims. This fic does come with a great big warning, though. It is definitely not for everyone, so please pay attention to the tags, specifically the “Rape/Non-Con” one. This is not a happy fic and there is no love between Kirigan and the reader.

Where Your Heart Is by Clairecrive

Summary: The reader is fed up with slowly losing Aleksander to Alina and decides to leave. Aleksander will have to stop her before it’s too late and he loses the one he really loves.

Rec notes: You can’t go wrong with a bit of angst, and the Alina “love triangle” provides perfect ammunition for it. This fic is definitely one of my more favoured of the “Reader is jealous of Alina” storylines.

Logan Delos

Delos and Austen by marvelmusing

Author’s summary: Logan Delos is the CEO of Westworld. You are the co-head of Narrative, and have been friends with Logan for nearly two years.

Rec notes: Logan can be such a fun character, and this fic demonstrates that well (though the last fic in the series is more serious). The writer does a great job of giving us the nicer side to Logan’s character while still keeping him a little bit of an asshole, which I appreciate. And I love the “Austen” nickname.

P.S. The link for this one is for marvelmusing’s Logan Masterlist, as it was easier just to link to the one page. I also recommend reading the other fic on it.

Just a Kiss by banditthewriter

Summary: After a shitty breakup, the reader confides in Logan that one of the things her ex said when he broke up with her was that she was a bad kisser. Logan offers himself as a test subject to disprove the accusation.

Rec notes: This one is a good mix of light angst and light smut. Throw in a healthy dose of friends-to-lovers, and you’ve got yourself a highly enjoyable fic.

Knee-Jerk Reaction by banditthewriter

Author’s summary: Logan reacts to finding out the reader loves him. Let me rephrase that: Logan reacts poorly to finding out the reader loves him.

Rec notes: I like this one because it starts post-confession and deals with the fall-out and processing of feelings. It’s a refreshing change from the common (though no less appealing) “love confession is immediately accepted and reciprocated” plot. Plus there’s a nice moment of jealous!logan to enjoy.

Logan Delos’s Soulmate by banditthewriter

Summary: Soulmate AU where you meet your soulmate in your dreams.

Rec notes: I love Soulmate AUs! There are so many different types, which means you get a bit of variety within the trope. If you are looking for tooth-rotting fluff, however, this is not that kind of soulmate au. This fic is surprisingly emotional, with a high focus on Logan’s drug addiction and self-worth issues. But don’t despair! There is a happy ending.

Caspian

Like It Once Was by banditthewriter

Summary: Modern AU. After Prince Caspian’s year long absence, the reader is informed that he no longer wants the throne, as it will prevent him from marrying a woman of non-royal heritage. This makes life difficult for the reader, as not only is it her job to manage such announcements, but she and Caspian had also been developing a relationship before he had left for military duty.

Rec notes: Ah, the good old “misunderstandings leading to unnecessary angst” trope. Love it! This is only a one-shot, which means that the angst is just the right length to stop it getting repetitive, and the flashbacks are spaced out well (I think there are only two) so they break the angst with a bit of fluff. All in all, a great read. For anyone who only has surface knowledge of the Narnia series (like me), this fic does feature the Pevensies, but it’s a modern AU, so knowledge of their stories is not needed to enjoy it.

Make Your Choice by banditthewriter

Author’s summary: When the reader was just a baby, she was promised to Prince Caspian of Telmar. Her and two other girls that is. Once the prince because King of Narnia, the women promised to Caspian are brought to Cair Paravel to see which will become Queen of Narnia. Can she make the king fall in love with her?

Rec notes: A lovely written fic that manages to fit into the arranged marriage trope while skirting the definition of “arranged” when it comes to the actual marriage (the characters fall in love and the marriage proposal is made from love… so willingly arranged marriage, maybe?). It’s a good fic if you want to read something lengthy and plotty that still has high focus on the romance aspect.

A Recipe For Love by padfootagain

Author’s summary: Your life was quiet, working in the Royal Kitchens and craving for a chance to become a cook. But your whole world changes when your eyes meet the King’s gaze…

Rec notes: Who doesn’t love a king/commoner love story? I particularly like this one because it is the reader who makes the big gesture at the fic’s climax, rather than the canon character. Usually it’s the other way around, so this was refreshing to read. Other highlights include Caspian looking after the reader when they are sick, and him meeting their parents (who don’t believe he’s the king).

Visiting Princesses by pillow-titties

Author’s summary: A banquet held to welcome visiting princess vying for King Caspian's hand has your jealousy reach its peak and brings hidden feelings to light.

Rec notes: A classic friends-to-lovers story with a heavy dose of smut. Seriously, this one is something like 80% smut and I am far from complaining.

What You Deserve by banditthewriter

Summary: Cornered into choosing a suitor, the reader thinks her best choice is a man who treats her with far less respect than she deserves. But a voyage on the Dawn Treader proves that she may have another option.

Rec notes: This one features the Pevensies, but Caspian is a king, so I’m guessing that means it is set between Prince Caspian and Voyage of the Dawn Treader? But if you haven’t seen the movies or read the books, as I haven’t, it doesn’t really matter. It is still an enjoyable fic with a very satisfying ending.

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Out East

A/N: First Logan Delos fic :)

Pairing: Logan Delos x GN!Reader

Content: Fluff, Rich Boy Logan doing Dumb Stuff ™️, Reader is sometimes illiterate when texting, Logan’s relapse, Ex Addict!Reader (Ambiguous addiction), Slightly Suggestive content

Synopsis: In which one wrong text gets sent all the way across to the West Coast and maybe you might just end up falling for him

POV: Kinda blurred since it’s most snippets of texting, but at the end it’s second.

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10:43pm EST | 7:43pm PDT | 8/1/20XX

Y/N: You are an absolute ass and I cannot believe you could be that foolish. If I ever see you again I will castrate you on sight, do not ever cheat on anyone else ever again because I will be hunting you down if you hurt anyone else. From the darkest pits of my heart I want you to know that I despise every fibre of your being.

Unknown Number: Uh sorry do I know you?

Y/N: Cut the bullshit Nick, it’s not funny and it won’t get you out of this

Unknown Number: My name’s Logan and I’m definitely not a cheating piece of shit, while I may sleep with men and women quite a bit cheating is in my eyes disgusting

Y/N: Oh my god I’m sorry, I’ve got the wrong number

Logan: You’re fine, why don’t you talk to me a little more, get it off your chest?

~

3:28pm EST | 12:28 PDT | 4/12/20XX

Logan: What are you up to?

Logan: N/N, answer me I’m bored

Y/N: I’m at work Lo, can’t it wait?

Logan: We’ve barely spoken since New Year’s day, I wanna bug you more

Y/N: Co-depencdmcy isn’t a good look on you

Logan: Sunce when can’t you spell? Aren’t you an English major?

Y/N: I’m tryg nt two get caghut by my bss

Y/N: Shit

Logan: Aw sugar look at you, all lost and confused

Y/N: 🖕

~

1:53am EST | 11:53am PDT | 21/2/20XX

Y/N: Are you awake?

Logan: Yeah, why are you? I mean I know you’re from the city that never sleeps but come on. Be original

Y/N: I got fired

Y/N: I didn’t wanna tell you but I’ve blown through all my savings and I’m lost Logan

Y/N: Fuck I’m so scared Logan

Logan: Hold on give me a minute

Y/N: ?

*Logan has transferred $10,000 to Y/N’s Account*

Logan: That should keep you afloat for a while

Y/N: ?!

Y/N: What the fuck?! Where’d you get this money?! Howd you know my account number?! Logan!!!???

Logan: Relax, it’s not blood money or anything. I work for Delos, it’s family money and I don’t know your account number I paid because your phones connected to your account, it’s simple.

Y/N: Logan that’s far too much

Y/N: Take it back

Logan: You need it, besides my family won’t notice. Rather it help you out than go to waste. Put it towards bills, rent, groceries. Maybe even buy yourself a thing or two

Y/N: I hate you

Logan: Love you too baby

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9:31pm EST | 6:31pm PDT | 18/3/20XX

Y/N: What are you having for dinner?

Logan: Probably just order a pizza

Y/N: Great idea

Logan: You haven’t eaten yet? Come on baby, you need to eat

Y/N: I was writing an article and got distracted, besides now we can have dinner together, if you wanna facetime..?

Logan: Sure thing sugar

~

6:45am EST | 3:45am PDT | 24/4/20XX

Logan: Sugar..?

Y/N: Lo, it’s so early what are you doing up?

Logan: Plese dont be md at me

Y/N: Talk to me, what happened?

Logan: I relsped nd my dad kcked me out ahain

Y/N: Oh Lo honey, talk me through it, what made you want to relapse?

Logan: ssters stupid fisnce mde a cmment on md ahain, how m alwys fcking up and i jst couldn’t take it. so i fond some of thm laying around and just did it, m sory sygr

Y/N: Hon, don’t be sorry okay? You’re okay. Relapses happen, it’s a true and unfortunate way of life. I’ve relapsed plenty of times before I fully recovered and now I’ve been sober for nearly 7 years. I’m gonna be here every step of the way okay?

Logan: oky, i love yoj

Y/N: I love you too Logan, you’re my best friend

Logan: no, nt just as a fridn. i love you. wanna get yu on top of me and hve you ride me. wnt u to fuck me unilt i cnt walk straihht

Y/N: Logan honey you’re high, you aren’t thinking properly at the moment

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5:34pm EST | 2:34pm PDT | 23/5/20XX

Logan: Hey sugar?

Y/N: Hm?

Logan: Can we talk about something?

Y/N: Sure, what’s up?

Logan: So it’s almost been a month since, yknow, the relapse. I was wondering if we could maybe call tomorrow?

Y/N: Oh my god it is, we’re definitely celebrating tomorrow. You should be so proud of yourself Lo!!! This is a huge first step. We can call and group watch something on Netflix?

Logan: It’s a date

Y/N: 🤍

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1:11pm EST | 10:11pm PDT | 6/6/20XX

Y/N: My boss is a dick oh my god I’m gonna off myself

Logan: Baby what’s up?

Y/N: I’ve pulled overtime 5 times this week and he’s asked me yet again on a fucking saturday night!!! All I wanna do is go curl up and die on my couch

Logan: Sounds like an asshole

Y/N: Not to mention he’s a huge perv and a misogynistic dick

Logan: Just tell him you’re not going to, if you get fired again then I’ll just send you some money, you shouldn’t have to worry about this shit

Y/N: Shit you’re amazing Lo

~

11:21pm EST | 8:21pm PDT | 17/7/20XX

Lo💚: Hey sugar, just got back from another Westworld trip so I’m all yours again

Y/N: Lo!!! I’ve missed you so much. I quit my job btw, can’t stand working in that environment anymore. So I’ve just been working on my novel and lounging at home

Lo💚: How are your savings going? Need some extra cash?

Y/N: Is this what having a sugar daddy is like?

Lo💚: Nah, having a sugar daddy would include me having you bent over. Since that’s not happening this is just two friends helping the other out

Y/N: If you keep talking about fucking me Im gonna hold you to that

~

5:34pm EST | 2:34pm PDT | 24/8/20XX

Lo💚: What are eating?

Y/N: This

Y/N: Happy four months Lo, I’m so fucking proud of you. You’ve done so well

Lo💚: Sugar.. you didn’t have to do that

Lo💚: Wait hold on someone’s at my door

Lo💚: I totally forgot I told you my address, oh my god sugar this is too much

Y/N: It’s a big day Lo, I’m gonna celebrate every single milestone for you. Just like my family did for me

~

6:27pm EST | 3:27pm PDT | 19/9/20XX

Lo💚: I miss you

Lo💚: If we worked together I’d have you cockwarm me while I did my paperwork

Y/N: LOGAN

Lo💚: It’s true, I’ve never felt this way about anyone. I want you, all to myself. I don’t do affection, I don’t do any of this shit but you, I wanna do it for you

Y/N: Let’s just.. wait until we meet in person

Lo💚: So we’re definitely going to see one another in person?

Y/N: Fuck

~

9:14am EST | 6:14am PDT | 7/10/20XX

My Man: Howd you sleep?

Y/N: Lo, you don’t need to wake up early to talk to me

My Man: I woke up from a nightmare, wanted you. What’s your plans for today?

Y/N: Don’t think I’m not gonna ask abo it the nightmares Lo, but as far as my plans go, seeing as I no longer need to work because my best friend has been providing for me. I’m gonna work on my novel, wanna write at least 5K today. Maybe go to the gym? I need to get going regularly, watch some tv, I also need to get some groceries delivered, double check my security system, the usual.

My Man: The nightmares were just the same as always. But why do you need to double check the security?

Y/N: My neighbours apartment got broken into. Sent me into a spiral so I’m double checking to be safe

My Man: Yknow I got a place in New York, penthouse apartment up in Central Park West. Why don’t you move in there?

Y/N: Why wiuld you have a place in New York?

My Man: Thinking about moving their, they wanna expand Delos and I’ve got something for me in New York. My family all thinks I’m a failure anyway, if I came to the east coast I’d have you. So move into the penthouse, set it up for us

Y/N: Lo… that’s far too much

My Man: It’s not, I told you. I want you, when I come to New York I want you waiting for me. I’m shit at expressing my feelings, I’ve always been the disappointment. When I got into drugs my family only cared cause it ruined their image. I’m going to come for you baby

~

12:20pm EST | 9:20am PDT | 3/11/20XX

Y/N: Happy birthday baby

My Man: What did you call me?

Y/N: Baby, you call me sugar all the time I thought maybe I’d try it

My Man: God I love you, so fucking much. Just wait, as soon as I can I’m coming to you sugar

~

11:34pm EST | 8:34pm PDT | 25/12/20XX

Y/N: I’m so tired, merry christmas baby

Baby Boy: Merry christmas sugar

Y/N: Did you get my present?

Baby Boy: Yes I did, I loved it. You’re an excellent writer, so proud of you for getting published

Y/N: You made it happen, how’s the Delos Christmas party?

Baby Boy: It sucks, but the old man gave me the green light for opening a department in New York so guess who’s gonna be seeing you very very soon darling?

Y/N: Oh my god!! I’m so excited, I can’t wait to see you Logan

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You were waiting excitedly in the airport, bouncing on your toes as you waited to catch a glimpse of Logan. When he had messaged you before his flight all you could think of was finally being in his arms. Logan had sent you a lot of photos before and your favourites were when you could see his lean figure. He was healthy and pretty muscular all things considered. When you were helping him get sober you suggested started going to the gym. Since you suggested it he’s been going four times a week and it suits him.

A pair of arms wrapped around your waist covering you eyes. It pulled you from your head and you knew exactly who it was. A pair of lips kissed your neck gently and it was warm, as well as slightly wet.

“Guess who sugar?”

You turned around, jumping in Logan’s arms and nearly tackling him to the ground. Hands made their way to his face and you pulled his lips towards you. If you weren’t in public you’re sure both of you would have torn each other’s clothes off then and there.

“Let’s get your stuff, get to the apartment and show each other how excited we are huh?”

The statement had Logan hardening against you. He nodded and you both rushed off to find his luggage. After getting in the car his hand had dashed to your leg, holding you in any form possible. Logan lived for the contact and he was going to hold on to you forever.

[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."

[loubombshell]

Logan having his fun.

This trip didn't go as y/n planned.

First of all, her coworkers invited her to Westworld.

Second, they invited her on a little trip and she agreed.

A trip to Pariah. It was a big mess.

William, one of the man, left his friend behind and dragged one of the hosts, Dolores, with him. Y/N didn't know what to do, she panicked and walked after them.

"What are we doing? We can't leave him there!" Y/N told them when she looked back, William grabbed her hand and dragged her with her.

"He'll be okay, come on."

-

They followed Dolores everywhere she went, a few days long or hours, they lost track of time in there. It was dark and y/n's feet hurt.

"Could we take a little break, please?" y/n asked them exhausted and stopped walking, crossing her arms like a little kid.

"I'm sorry," Dolores told her honestly and took her hand. "but please, just a few more days. I need clarity." She begged her and y/n groaned but followed her.

After a few more minutes and walking or hurting their feet even more, the three of them were stopped by a bigger group of people on horses.

"oh thank god, horses. Ask them if they've a free one." y/n slapped William's shoulder and looked to them coming closer.

William looked to the girl and back to the group, but his face dropped immediately into a shocked face.

"Wha-" y/n started but got interrupted by a familiar voice.

Logan.

"you guys are fucked." He smirked and waved a few over to the three. "take them." He ordered.

A few tall man got down from their horses. Y/n was about to take out her gun, but got already hit in the head and everything went black.

-

A few hours passed, Y/n was still blacked out and in the free time they tied her and William to a chair, Dolores sat across from them, normally sitting and looking around.

The girl slowly opened her eyes and raised her head, she had a really big headache. Y/n wanted to reach for her head but couldn't, they were tied to a chair.

"What the fuck?" She said confused.

"aw the sweetheart is finally awake." Logan said, sitting next to her with a smirk on his lips. "I was waiting just for you." He added.

Y/n scoffed about him, wiggling in the chair. "Could you untie me, please?" She asked him.

Logan chuckled about her.

"Why? Don't pretend you don't like it. I would've done it sooner or later anyway, just in an other situation."

"You're disgusting."

Logan rolled his eyes about her and went with his hand along her hair, putting it in the right place and moved down to her neck smirking.

"Logan please, leave her alone." William interrupted them and he turned away from y/n, sitting down on his chair again.

"I was thinking about you could talk with your contacts." William explained to him.

"About?"

"Getting Dolores out of here."

"Is that a joke?" Logan asked him confused. "You wanna take her...home? How do you wanna do that? Putting her in your luggage?" He asked.

Dolores looked to the men talking and down to her hands. "Why does everyone think I want out? If it's so good out there why do you all wanna come in here?" She asked them confused.

Logan looked up to the blond girl, He looks like he was thinking about something and y/n sighed almost relieved thinking he finally understood.

"uhhh, you are crazy." Logan chuckled and stood behind Dolores. "That's kinda hot." He whispered in her ear smirking and y/n rolled her eyes about it.

"Aw you jealous, darling?" He asked y/n amused and walked over to her again, taking a seat next to her again. Logan put a hand on her leg, stroking it. "We could've had so much fun together." He smiled and played with a knife on the table. "But don't worry we still can." He reassured her.

Y/n struggled on her chair, trying to take the ties off and getting away from him.

The man smirked and ran his cold knife along her neck, making her sit still.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you." Logan smiled and kissed her neck, biting it a bit too. "Just a little bit." He added.

"Logan! Stop joking around, that's serious." William stopped him, which made Logan groan annoyed.

"What do you fucking want?" He asked William and walked over to him. "We need to get her out." He told him again.

The dark haired men took shook his head. "You're fucking insane." Logan told him, taking a rum bottle and walked away from the three of them.

-

Later in the evening, the sun goes down and turned everything pitch black, the only light were the candles and the lamps standing around.

Some hosts were sitting around a little fire, drinking and laughing.

"Let's have a bit fun, shall we?" Logan appeared behind Dolores smirking and dragged her away, they stepped in the middle and he hold her close to him. "You're in the mood for fun?" He asked smirking and licked her lips.

Y/n and William got picked up with the entire chair and the hosts turned them around, to let them watch the show.

William wiggled in his chair, trying to get free. "Don't touch her! You don't understand she's-" He started but Logan uninterrupted him.

"What?! Special?" He asked and took his knife out, cutting into Dolores's stomach with.

Dolores screamed out of pain but Logan just gave her a devilish grin.

"You've to look, William." He told him and opened the flesh of her stomach even wider, showing him the inside of her, obviously she was build like a roboter.

Logan pushed her simply to the ground. "I told you, she's only made of fucking metal. She's not a real life woman" He explained, stepping over her towards y/n. "She's one, that's what a real woman looks like." He added and moved her head to the side, watching her smirking.

He moved down to her and cut her free, cutting the ties and wrapped his hand tightly around her arm and dragged her with him.

"Logan! Leave her alone." William screamed after them when they walked into Logan's private tent.

Logan pushed her in the tent and closed everything, giving her a smirk.

Y/n turned around to him, smirking too and giving him a kiss to the lips. "I love these roleplays." She told him. "William is so fucking annoying, playing the hero." She explained honestly.

Logan chuckled and pushed her onto the bed.

"I didn't know you've a knife kink, babe." He told her smirking and kissed her neck.

The woman chuckled too, going through his perfect hair. "I didn't know either, that these roleplays between us make you so hard." She teased him and wrapped her legs around his waist.

"It was fucking hot, seeing you so scared. We should do this more often." He told his girlfriend and she laughed about it.

The real idea behind all of it was bringing their s*x life to a whole new level.

[logans-chestnuts]

Pockets!

[fific7]

White Wedding Pt 1

Logan Delos x Reader

A/N: Alpha/Omega/Soulmate AU, based on Billy Idol’s song of the same name. This does not follow canon, it’s mainly Logan lemon zest 🍋 because the world always needs more Logan.

Summary: James has agreed to retire, leaving Logan and Juliet in charge of Delos. But there is one major condition attached… will Logan find it to be a deal-breaker?

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content, including oral, between consenting adults*. Drinking and swearing.

*Irl, please use protection, let’s be careful out there.

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(My Photo Edit)

Hey little sister, what have you done

Hey little sister, who's the only one

Hey little sister, who's your superman

Hey little sister, who's the one you want

Hey little sister, shotgun

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Logan shot up out of his seat.

“Wait, what?!”

His handsome face - unusually - held an expression of horror and disgust. Most times you’d see either a languid smile, a devilish smirk or just plain indifference. But not right now.

He couldn’t believe what his father had just said. Out loud. For the whole board to hear.

James laughed out loud, and even Juliet smirked before quickly looking down.

“You heard, Logan,” he said, still not quite done laughing.

“How come you haven’t asked Juliet to fulfill the same condition? That’s… that’s just complete bullshit.. and favouritism and.. and.. it’s discriminatory!”

The other board members were smirking, Logan just knew they were. He was absolutely furious.

Logan heard Juliet snigger loudly and she looked straight at him, her eyes twinkling. He couldn’t resist flashing her a tiny grin … he was so pleased they were back on good terms now that she’d dumped her asshat of a husband, the charming William.

James, on the other hand… the lingering smile which had remained on his face dropped right off there and he sent one of his glacial looks at Logan.

“Because she’s not a drunken, whoring fucked up junkie, lad! You… on the other hand…” he said, pointing at Logan, his voice rough and his accent sounding broader than usual.

Logan collapsed back into his seat, “Yeah, yeah!… but not any more… rehab, remember?”

His father leaned even further back into his fancy-ass “I’m the Boss” big leather chair at the head of the boardroom table.

“Yes, lucky for you. By god, laddie… you will keep on the straight and narrow, no backsliding!… call this an incentive to keep yourself nice and clean...and well-behaved.”

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Juliet hurried to keep up with her irate sibling as he stormed across the driveway and into her house. He’d grabbed her house keys from her as she’d been taking them out of her bag, still fuming even though the meeting had been over for at least an hour.

“Lo… will you calm the fuck down!” she yelled at his back as he unlocked and threw open her front door. Luckily she had a doorstop between it and the hall wall, otherwise the door handle would’ve made a big mark there as it headed for the wall at high speed.

“That absolute fucker!” he screeched as he strode into her living area. He swung round suddenly, a guilty look on his face. “Oh… Em’s not here, is she?”

Juliet dropped her large tote onto the ground and quietly closed the door behind her.

“A bit late if she was here!… luckily for you, she’s at the afterschool club with her little buddies.”

Logan helped himself to some of her bourbon, a small measure. He held up the bottle to her and she shook her head, “I’ve gotta pick up Em later.”

He threw himself onto the sofa, and Juliet sat down next to him. He took a big gulp of his drink, “I swear.. I wish I’d been born one of those pussy Betas.”

She laughed, and put her hand on his arm, “Well.. unfortunately for you, you were born a big healthy Alpha male … which you insist on proving at every opportunity.”

“Not recently,” he grumbled, taking a smaller sip. He heaved a big theatrical sigh, “I haven’t had any in fucking forever!”

Juliet knew that his ruts had been erratic recently due to his substance abuse and it had been a blessing in disguise, really. Not that Logan had actually ever needed his ruts to get his groove on. But his counsellor had told him that they would probably return soon and as his session notes were made available to his father, James had decided that before this happened, and as a condition of his imminent retirement whereby he’d hand over control of the company to his two children, Logan would need to get married.

“You’re such a drama queen, Lo,” she laughed. He huffed, “Am I? Am I? Well! How would you like if he’d told you to get married to some fucking Omega within a month?”

“Look… I’ll do what I can to help,” she soothed, “I’ve got a contact at Los Palos Verde.”

Logan turned his head towards her, “What’s that? Some skanky knocking shop for stray Omegas or something?” She lightly slapped his shoulder, “No! It’s a retreat for high-end unclaimed Omegas.”

“Unclaimed?”

“Yes, unclaimed. Whereby they either haven’t met their soulmates yet or don’t even have one, and as highly prized females they’d be in danger if left out in the mainstream.”

Logan ran a hand over his face and up into his lush dark hair, “Fuck! This is so … so fucking… I just can’t believe he’s insisting on this.”

“I’ll make an appointment for you. It’s seriously the best retreat in California. There’s a long waiting list but my contact will get you to the head of the queue. During the appointment, you are allowed to meet and scent some of the residents, and if you feel a strong attraction or bond with any of them, you’re allowed to briefly sample them in a controlled environment.”

“Scent them? Sample them? What the fuck… you mean like a fucking tasting menu in some fancy restaurant?” and he laughed for the first time in a while.

Juliet’s face pinked up, “I’m not going into details, Lo… you’ll find out when you get there.”

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Los Palos Verde

You carefully placed your book on the little table next to your plush, comfortable chair and sat back, looking out over the vista of pine trees and palms which surrounded the enclave.

This place usually made you feel calm. Whilst it was a pretty solitary existence - there was limited social interaction between the Omegas as the Betas who ran it said that there was potential scent-mixing - there was a tranquil vibe which you adored and required. But you were troubled today.

The longer you’d existed in the mainstream without meeting your soulmate the more dangerous life had become for you. There had been a spate of Omega kidnappings by rogue Alphas who had basically placed them into brothel/baby farms where they were just basically used and used and used, forevermore.

You had no family left in the US, and the European branch had been singularly uninterested in taking you in due to some long-ago but never forgotten family dispute. When your grandmother had died five years ago - she’d outlived her children - you’d been very surprised to learn that she’d left you a substantial legacy. You were surprised because she’d always refused to ever meet you. Your father, her middle son, had got his college girlfriend pregnant and you were the outcome. Your parents had never married but co-habited, and your grandmother had been outraged by that and also because both your parents had also dropped out of college and schlepped round California in a neo-hippy kind of lifestyle.

You had been identified as a Platinum Omega very early in your life. You actually had wished over and over that you weren’t, but what choice did you have? It meant that you were the very top notch of Omegas - the most beautiful, the most fertile when you needed to be and therefore highly prized by Alphas. When it became obvious a couple of years ago that remaining in the mainstream could potentially be very dangerous for you, you’d sold your condo and along with your inheritance had had enough to buy yourself a place at Los Palos Verde for 10 years. It meant that you were safe from any kidnap attempts and the humiliation of having to take a place in one of the government-sponsored Omega Centres, which were basically just brothels by any other name, where single Alphas could go to scratch an itch or during a rut.

At the end of the 10 years, you’d review the security in the mainstream and see what your options were at that point. Some of your inheritance was in an interest-bearing Savings Bond so you weren’t exactly penniless, thankfully. Meanwhile, your stay at Los Palos Verde was all-inclusive … and also included an inhibitor for your monthly heat cycle. You were determined that you would not get pregnant until you met your Alpha soulmate. You frowned… huh… if you met your soulmate, you should say. You were beginning to think it’d never happen, and also you knew that being in the retreat limited your chances of meeting him. But if you were out in the mainstream, although you might meet your soulmate, you could just as easily get yourself human-trafficked. That was your delightful Catch-22 situation and you just had to deal with it.

And also hence the reason for your troubled mind. As part of the contract you had to sign when you took up residence here, there was a clause which you hadn’t anticipated and weren’t exactly thrilled about either. The Betas who ran the place reserved the right to put any Platinum Omegas forward should any of their VIP Alphas request a meeting. You had to agree to be scented and sampled by them if requested. You’d strongly protested but basically if you didn’t agree to it, you would not be accepted into LPV. So with a heavy heart, you’d signed your acceptance of all their T&C’s.

However since you’d been here, you’d never been approached by them about the weird-sounding scenting and sampling thing. So you’d kinda forgotten all about it. Until yesterday. One of the Betas had messaged you on the internal system and advised that you would be required to present yourself at 2 pm in two days’ time for scenting. You were instructed not to take your inhibitor, not to use perfume or deodorant, and to wear a camisole top with no bra and yoga pants with no underwear. You’d messaged back and asked why, and had received a terse reply that as per your contract, you had agreed to this and therefore you would prepare yourself without argument.

Now what in holy hell was this all about?

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Your apartment door buzzer rang at 1.45 pm the day later, and a Beta female you hadn’t seen before asked you to accompany her to the ‘Scenting Suite”, whatever the fuck that was, you thought grumpily.

This ‘Suite’ was a luxurious, calm space with long, low futon-like beds spaced out around the room. The floor-to-ceiling windows allowed green-shadowed sunlight to spill in, muted by gauzy curtains.

Your hair was tied back, and you were asked to lie down on one of the futons and then covered head to toe by the light cotton sheet so that you were unable to see anything any longer. There was no one else in the Suite when you entered, but then you heard another and then another set of footsteps, and the rustling of sheets nearby. So… three of you involved, then. The Beta’s voice said in a low tone next to your ear, “We will uncover a small area and The Alpha will place his nose on your neck. Please do not recoil or react, just lie still. If he wishes to, he will move his nose over your neck, your collarbone, your shoulder, and you will allow this.”

A few moments later, you heard the Suite door open and a low murmuring of voices. Then a louder, deeper voice, “So whadda I do, exactly?” He sounded almost sulky. More low murmurs, and his voice again, “Really? Ah, okay then.” Yeah, definitely sulky.

They must’ve begun with one of the others, you thought as no one approached you yet. Another few moments went by without any action around your futon. Then you heard footsteps which seemed to be heading your way. You heard the same Beta female voice who’d spoken to you earlier say, “And this… this is our Platinum Omega.” You heard a small snort, “What? Like.. same as a damn Ferrari or something?” Your lips involuntarily curved into a smile, thinking to yourself… cheeky bastard. Then you got mad, as you suddenly realised that that was exactly what it sounded like.. as if you were an inanimate object in a car showroom. Were they…. they sounded like they were trying to sell you to this guy??

You felt light fingers pull aside the sheet on the right side of your neck, but as the rest of the sheet was underneath your head, that was all that was revealed. You still couldn’t see a damn thing.

Then you felt a warm nose against your skin and you felt him huff in a breath. You were also able to smell him… spicy, musky, with an indescribable hint of the man himself mixed in there. His nose suddenly travelled up behind your ear then back down, further down than he’d been before, and across your shoulder to your collarbone, pushing aside the sheet as he went. If he kept on at this rate, who knows what he’d end up revealing. His nose kept travelling across your skin, back and forth, back and forth. You heard the Beta voice, “Please! Mr .. uhh… sir… the scenting is over now.”

He’d buried his nose in your hairline at the nape of your neck by this time, and he moved away. You heard a quiet, “Damn!”

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Logan stood up, reluctantly. Well goddamn, he hadn’t expected that visceral reaction from himself. He looked down at the figure on the futon. Obviously he couldn’t see much except a vague outline, as the sheet covered her completely.

Juliet had been as good as her word and got him an appointment today at this weird place, in amongst the pines and palms. If he hadn’t received a voicemail full of curses and threats from his father yesterday he probably wouldn’t have bothered driving up here. Then when he walked into their ‘Scenting Suite’ or whatever the fuck they called it, he’d been disturbed to see three prone figures on futons, covered by white sheets - they looked like they were extras in The Mummy Returns or something. Creepy as fuck. He didn’t like this whole circus one tiny fucking bit.

The first two Mummies he’d been led over to… well, yeah.. they smelled ok. Like women. You know, how women smell. Nice. OK, yeah. What was he doing here again??

Then the third Mummy. The snippy-looking Beta had reverently informed him that this was their Platinum Omega. Like she was a fucking car model or something. What was a fucking Platinum Omega anyway?

Then his nose had hit her skin. Fuck! Her scent suddenly hit his receptors like a tsunami. Rolling relentlessly over him. What was it? Musky, sweet… sex. His nose started roaming of its own accord over her neck, shoulders, collarbone, constantly scenting… and the snippy Beta had stepped closer to him, telling him it was over. He’d immediately glared at her, the Fuck Off in his glance very apparent. But then he’d remembered where he was and what he was doing and had stood up.

The Beta indicated that he should leave the Suite, which he did.. glancing back just the once at Ms Mysterious Platinum Omega. Once outside, he asked the snippy Beta what exactly that meant.

The thin lips curved up a fraction, “Why Mr Delos, that means that you have the Empress of the Omegas right there, the elite of the elite, the crème de la crème.” She regarded him coolly, “I guess she is the one you’d like to sample?”

“I don’t know what sampling actually means but whatever it is, yes… you guess correctly.”

“Sampling means you are able to use your tongue. Between her legs.”

Logan’s mouth dropped open as he stared at the Beta, speechless. Suddenly he felt the first stirrings of interest below decks for months.

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Your sheet was replaced over your neck and shoulders, and a few moments later you heard more than one set of footsteps shuffling past and leaving the Suite. You were about to sit up and pull down the sheet when a hand restrained you, and none too gently either.

“You will remain.”

Where was the Please in that statement then? You huffed, “No. I want to go now, please. Everyone else seems to have.”

“Yes, they have. But you have been chosen to be sampled, so you will remain.”

“Look, just what the hell is this sampling you keep talking about?”

“Nothing unpleasant. You will find out shortly.”

“I want to know now!” you insisted, and you heard an exasperated sigh above you.

“In a few moments.”

The Beta’s hands loosened the sheet next to your right arm; there was a quick sharp scratch there and in a very short space of time you could feel yourself becoming drowsy. So very drowsy. You could feel restraints being snapped round each of your wrists at the side of the futon. “Hey! What the fuck…!” you yelled, starting to pull against them.

You were aware of the sheet being folded back over your legs up to your lower abdomen, your yoga pants were removed and then a second sheet was draped over your legs at mid-thigh. Ankle restraints were snapped into place. You tried to scream or fight or say something, but by now… while you were still fully conscious… you were unable to function otherwise. What were these crazy fuckers pulling on you? Had you been kidnapped or trafficked after all?

You heard the door of the Suite open again and two sets of footsteps approached. You heard a Beta say, “You have 15 minutes,” and the guy’s deep voice answering “Uh-huh, okay.” “You remember what you were told you can do?” “Uh-huh.” “So to be crystal clear, nothing else can or should be attempted.” “Yup.. got it.”

Two sets of footsteps left the Suite, and warm hands placed themselves where your thighs were bare. You felt stubble between your legs and a hot, wet tongue licked you before plunging right inside you, which caused your hips to leap up off the futon. You hardly had the energy to moan. He began lapping at you, alternating between thrusting his tongue inside you and firmly licking your clit. You could feel what he was doing to your body; this was obviously why they’d told you not to take your inhibitor, so you’d react appreciatively to him.

You felt him lift his head from between your legs.

“Ohhh, angel,” you him say heard, “today just got soooo much better.”

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@obscurilicious @paracosmenthusiast

[delos-mio]

I have seen a few of the submissions for @littleferal ‘s Iron Chef writing challenge (see prompt below), and I love the idea. I think it’s such a clever and fun way to get the creative juices flowing! Thanks for putting this on and for the inspo. Most of the entries I’ve seen have been Pedro characters…so I hope it’s ok I’m deviating from that! Anyways, here’s a little self-indulgent Logan drabble for anyone interested!

As always, it’s 18+. And spicy-adjacent heh

Please enjoy and if you wanna tap in, check out all the challenge details here 💕

… … …

The house was eerily quiet when you came home from work. Not even the tv was turned on for background noise. You let your keys clang loudly into the ceramic dish on the counter.

“Logan?”

But no response came. The last thing he texted you this afternoon was about him leaving work early after yet another row with William. Which begged the question…where was Logan?

You continued down the hallway toward the master bedroom. Finally, you picked out just the faintest murmur of classical music. So, he was home after all. You kicked your heels haphazardly into the closet and silently pushed open the door to the en-suite. There he was, eyes closed, breathing slowly in the glow of candlelight surrounding the bathtub. Amber permeated the air creating a scent that was so distinctly Logan; you couldn’t help but smile. You perched carefully on the edge of the bath and dipped your fingers into the warm water, swirling little tides near Logan.

“She’s home,” he drawled, not opening his eyes. “I was worried I wasn’t going to get to see you all lathered up in my lap.”

“Who says you’re still going to?” You chuckled, flicking a bit of water at Logan’s face. He cringed but smiled, finally opening his dark eyes to bore into yours.

“Get in here,” he said firmly. It was the tone that commanded obedience, and damn him, you fell for it every time.

You attempted to make quick work of your skirt, but you heard Logan tutting. He had adjusted so his arms stretched out along the rim of the tub, a smug demonstration that he was going to enjoy the show. “Slower,” he purred. You tried to indulge him, and slowly shimmied out of your skirt, letting it pool at your ankles before stepping out of it. Your hands went to your collar, trying to move too quickly again. “Slower, baby.” His voice was reverent, almost pleading. And how could you deny him a little teasing? You popped the buttons of your blouse one at a time, fingers lingering too long on your skin, tracing your cleavage. One of Logan’s hands disappeared below the surface of the water, his breathing high in his chest. “Goddamn, I can’t wait to have you around my cock.”

“The way you flirt is shameless,” you teased with a fond roll of your eyes. But if you were being honest, Logan’s bluntness and filthy mouth were two of the things you loved most about him. Once naked, you stepped carefully into the bath, Logan offering his free hand to help steady you before settling you in his lap, his arousal gracelessly pressing into your thigh.

“Missed you today,” he whispered into the skin of your neck.

“Missed you too.” You brought your hand to his chest, softly tracing circles into his damp skin. He kissed along your shoulder, hands restless under the water as he explored your shape for the millionth time, but he treated each time like the first.

[russobaby]

not me starting a whole Blog for writing and then disappearing for 4 months but also now I’m at a crossroads since the whole …..Ben Barnes issue 💀 sooo I think I’m going to put a pause on BB but I did invest myself in The Sandman and have been feeling a pull to write some Lord Morpheus Dream Daddy stufff

[marvelmusing]

Take Your Pick

Pairing: Shapeshifter x Fem!Reader (featuring Billy Russo, Aleksander Morozova, William Thurber, Logan Delos, Benjamin Greene, Caspian).

Summary: Your boyfriend has a very interesting ability, and every character he can shift into has a special place in your heart. But which one do you want to spend the night with?

Warnings [18+]: alludes to smut, slightly suggestive.

A/N: a tiny little drabble, don’t ask me what this is because I have no idea but I liked the vibes.

My Masterlist

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“I can be anything you want me to be.”

“I just want you,” you say shyly, looking down at your lap.

“Oh really?” His voice is coy, a low purr of faux consideration as the hint of a smirk tugs at his lips. He leans closer, practically caging you to the couch with his arms on either side of you.

His mouth grazes over your pulse and your eyes flutter shut as he mouths confidently over your neck, a grin blooming over his face.

“You don’t want me?”

A New York twang has entered his voice and when you look down to meet his eyes a shiver runs through your body at the almost predatory glint there.

“Hi Billy.”

“Hello darlin.”

He leans forwards capturing your lips in a determined kiss. His grip is tight on your chin and you can sense the moment he shifts into Aleksander as his hand releases your chin to cradle your cheek with the entirety of his palm.

His body presses firmly against yours and the two of you cling to one another as he furthers the kiss.

“Sasha,” you breathe out in a soft whine. “Please.”

He chuckles darkly.

“Moya milaya, always so eager.”

His hands settle on your waist, keeping you close as he unbuttons your blouse. Ducking his head down, he begins to kiss over your collarbones, leaving gentle bites over the skin there, nuzzling at the hollow of your throat.

When his lips begin to lower themselves down towards your breasts, and the prickle of Aleksander’s facial hair becomes a soft scrape of closely shaven stubble and a neat moustache, you thread your hand through the salt and pepper strands of hair on his head.

“William,” you gasp.

His mouth closes over your clothed nipple, tongue rolling over the nub hidden beneath the fabric of your bra. Warm brown eyes flick up to meet yours, an admiring and adoring softness filling his gaze.

He lowers his head back down, nosing over the edge of your underwear. His hair darkens to Billy’s slicked back locks and he bites down into the material keeping him from exposing your breasts.

As you tug on his hair, a low groan rumbles in his chest and with a wicked grin Logan reaches behind your back to unclasp your bra with practiced ease. He gropes at your breasts eagerly, large hands grasping at your soft skin and sensitive nipples.

“Which one of us would you like to take you?” Aleksander rasps against your ear. He nuzzles his way down your neck, mouth drifting back up to your other ear.

“It’s me, isn’t it?” Logan goads, tugging on your hardened nipples.

A whimper catches in your throat at the thought of having to choose one of them. He hums quietly, biting down on your earlobe, tongue soothing the sting there. He grasps at your breasts, returning to your other ear as he shifts again.

“It’s definitely me,” Billy states with a confident smirk. “Right, darlin?”

He leans down to kiss your lips and you instantly know that it’s Benjamin. He kisses with the same vigour as Aleksander but he’s much more vocal in his enjoyment, a small whimper catching in his throat as he cups your face intently.

Both of you are breathless, chests heaving as he nuzzles his forehead against yours with a bright smile on his face. There’s a tiny scrunch at his nose and you can’t suppress the urge to kiss it gently which makes him blush.

“Hi Benji.”

“Hello love.”

Breathing out a soft laugh, you tilt your head at him.

“Are there any other contenders for me to consider tonight?”

He laughs softly, the corners of his eyes creasing adorably as he does. Then he kisses you.

As soon as his thumb begins to stroke over your cheek while you kiss, you realise he’s shifted into Caspian. His kiss lingers, sucking lightly on your lower lip as you part from one another.

Threading your hands through his long hair, you breathe out a soft smile as he brushes his nose affectionately against yours. As your hands continue to play with his hair, twirling the soft strands between your fingers, he moans quietly.

When he withdraws, it’s Billy who you’re looking at. His eyes are darkened with a wicked smirk on his lips. His gaze is heated as it rakes over your body, drawing a blush to the surface of your skin, thrumming down your body.

“So, which one will it be, darlin?”

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Glitch

Pairing: Logan Delos x F!Reader

Rating: NSFW 18+ 

Warnings: (there are a lot) me barley knowing a thing about Westworld or how it works, Westworld typical violence, robbery, Logan comes with his own warning, reader is a bit of a could care less badass, use of a gun, people being k worded, the use of the nickname Princess, (y/n) being used a few times, consumption of alcohol, Logan’s filthy mouth, slight angst, smutty good times, saliva being used as lube, p in v sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, slight dom/sub undertones, mentions of drug use briefly, little bit of fluff, reader’s dad is an asshole…I think that’s it

Word Count: 3.8k

Author’s Notes: Well it’s been a minute but here is another fic I have had written but never posted. This was another Midnights fic and the second I heard this song Logan was the first person to come to mind. This was so fun to write and I hope to write more for this guy in the future. Massive thanks to my editor @clint-aww-no-barton​ and to all of you for the love. I hope you enjoy this! I am going to be using the last taglist on a Ben fic I have. If you want to be added to future fics or removed please let me know!

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We were supposed to be just friends

You don't live in my part of town but maybe l'll see you out some weekend

Depending on what kind of mood and situation-ship l'm in

And what's in my system

  The sun’s rays held a brutal heat. The only shade, was what little, the wagon gave you as you rode. The town you had just left was growing smaller and smaller and your plan was starting to come together. You grinned to yourself, feeling that adrenaline building in your stomach that you loved so much.

  Westworld had become a place for you to let loose. Your father was an investor and you were always the good little girl, who did everything she was told. Not here. Here you were ruthless and didn’t give a fuck. There wasn’t a single person who would report back to your father, and it was the most peace you’d felt in your life. As twisted as that was.

  The wagon came to a jolting stop and your eyebrows knit together. You glanced around the side and noticed four people, guns in hands, a robbery. Not on your watch. You turned, moving the bandana around your neck over your mouth to hide what little of your face that your hat didn’t cover. You held back as the confrontation unfolded, and then you noticed him. Dramatically dressed in all black and clearly the leader of his little pack, a gun held tight in his hand. You smirked. This was going to be too much fun. You jumped off the wagon and rounded it, coming to the end of the barrel of his gun.

  “Now what’s this?” He spoke, and confirmed just who was standing in front of you.

  “This here is my wagon, and I’ll be damned if I let some fucker like you take it from me,” you leaned on the wagon, a smirk hidden.

  “Call me a fucker one more time,” he spoke through gritted teeth, his face also mostly covered.

  Not those wild brown eyes though. You let out a laugh as he came closer to you the gun almost to your forehead.

  “Oh you’re fucker alright, but you won’t shoot me Delos,” you pulled your bandana down, revealing your face, a smirk on your lips.

  “Well I’ll be damned. You’re the last person I thought I’d ever see here.”

  “Surprise,” you laughed. “Help me get rid of these guys? I’ll let you have half. I’ve got a guy in the next town who needs some of this. We trade for a roof over my head while I’m there.”

  “You got yourself a deal.”

  Logan Delos stuck his hand out and you shook it, smirking up at him. Logan was the main investor in Westworld, and pretty much ruled the entire thing. He was set to take it over eventually which was just fine. He’d become sort of a friend over the years, your fathers having worked together on other projects. Logan knew your other side, way better than he knew the ruthless woman that stood in front of him, and it excited you even more to show him.

  Logan backed up with a smirk and a wink thrown your way, and the fight was on. Gunshots rang out all around you, and you pulled your own pistol from its holster on your thigh, taking two of the guys down. One of the guys in Logan’s posse was down, but you knew all too well he would be fine.

  “(Y/N) you can ride up with me on the wagon. William and Dolores get him up and go get the horses. You can follow.”

  They almost argued, then their eyes glanced around and they thought better of it. Smart people. You knew the man sitting next to you was dangerous and wild. Most people didn’t know to get out of his way, but you did. You knew Logan would never lay a finger on you, no matter what, and that brought you comfort.

  “What in the world are you doing here?” He spoke after you set off again.

  “Oh just experiencing,” you smirked looking at him.

  “I know there’s more than that.”

  “I come here to let loose. I get so sick of being the good girl. So I come here, where I know no one will report back to my parents. I let it all out here.”

  “I never knew you had it in you,” Logan smirked. “I like it. Plus what happens in Westworld stays in Westworld.”

  “I like that philosophy,” you smirked as you looked at him, catching his eyes.

  “We’re going to have so much fun here, Princess.”

  You both smirked, before Logan snapped the reins and the horses moved forward quicker.

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I think there's been a glitch, ah-yeah

Five seconds later I'm fastening myself to you with a stitch, ah-yeah And I'm not even sorry

Nights are so starry

Blood moonlit

It must be counterfeit

I think there's been a glitch, ah-yeah

  The sun was almost down when you made it into the town you always settled in. It was small and usually not a lot of trouble made its way through. Logan climbed off the wagon and came around, holding his hand out for you. You took it with a smile before heading into the saloon.

  “(Y/N)!” The bar keep and owner called, as you walked in, the eyes of every person inside turning to you.

  “Henry how are you?”

  “Doin good. Did you get it?”

  “Now that’s a silly question, of course I got it. It’s out here in the wagon.”

  “Damn you’re good. I’ll come take a look with you and bring some guys I trust to unload it.”

  You gave him a nod, a proud smile plastered on your face. He walked out with Logan and yourself, checking everything. Him and Logan talked through the split and soon everything was unloaded and the wagon was hidden in a safe place.

  “My room available?” You leaned over the bar.

  “Of course it is and there is another one for your partner.” Henry nodded toward Logan, and the others he had been traveling with.

  They had settled at a table all drinking. Logan was already up, being social and you watched as he flirted with a table of other guest. You scowled to yourself, trying not to let it get to you. You were crazy to ever think Logan would look at you as more than friends. You may have dreamed of it for years, but you knew better. He didn’t go for girls like you and you knew that. The small hope that things could be different here, evaporated with the sight in front of you.

  “Thanks Henry.” You gave him a soft smile and he frowned at your change of mood.

  “You got it.”

  Henry had helped you the first time you came to Westworld, and got yourself into some trouble. He’d patched you up and been kind. He was a host, but he was the only one you didn’t mind and would do anything you could for. You gave him a nod and walked over to the table, throwing the other key down.

  “I got y’all a room. Stay if you want.”

  Your words curt, before turning and heading upstairs to the rooms. You glanced over at Logan, who leaned on a table smirking away. His eyes glanced up and you caught them for a brief moment, before you turned away and took the stairs. You walked to the last room on the right. which had become a familiar safe place here. You unlocked the door and walked inside, feeling yourself slightly relax for the first time all day. You hadn’t gotten far inside, when there was a knock at your door. You let out a sigh before turning to open it. There was Logan, leaning on the doorframe looking devastating.

  “What do you want?” You didn’t mean for the words to come out snappy, but they did.

  “I was coming to check on you. You looked pissed when you came up here.”

  “I’m fine,” you turned leaving the door open giving him the option to stay or go.

  “You’re also a terrible liar Princess,” there was that damn nickname he loved to use on you.

  You turned to him and looked him up and down, before catching his eyes. His tongue darted out wetting his lips slowly. His own eyes raked over your body and you might as well have been naked.

  “You jealous I was flirting with them folks downstairs?” He cocked his head, before stepping slowly into the room.

  “No,” your eyes darted away and you wanted to kick yourself.

  You watched as he kicked the door shut slightly too hard making you jump. Again you wanted to mentally kick yourself.

  “Now Princess, you know there’s not a single person in this damn place I would rather sleep with than you.”

  You stood in pure shock for a few moments, a smirk growing on Logan’s face.

  “I’m sorry did a host take you over? Is this place glitching? Never in a million years did I think you would ever even think about sleeping with me.”

  “No glitch Princess, just the honest truth.”

  He stepped forward and you stepped back until you were against the wall across from the door, past the foot of the bed. His hand came up and he took your chin firmly but still gentle.

  “I’ve wanted to devour you ever since we met, and being here makes it so much worse. I’m about to make you scream so loud this entire town will fucking hear you.”

  You couldn’t speak, you could barley breathe anymore. You looked up in his eyes panting, trying desperately to collect yourself.

  “Then do it,” you didn’t even care that the words came out low and broken.

  Your usual confidence was gone, and you were at the mercy of the man in front of you. He smirked before he crashed his lips to yours. It was hungry, passionate, wanting, everything faded away and nothing else mattered other than what he was doing to you in this very moment. He reached to undo the top you had been wearing. You had opted for easier to move in clothes, instead of the usual dress you wore when you came to Westworld. He had it off in seconds, leaving your chest bare. He had only moved his lips from yours long enough to discard it, and then he was back. His hands came up, cupping your breasts, and you let out a gasp your lips falling from his. You panted and looked down, watching as he kneaded at your breasts before pulling your nipples between his fingers. You let out a yelp.

  “Fuck can we just skip the fucking foreplay please,” you begged him, going for his jacket and shirt, shoving them to the floor.

  “Oh it would be my pleasure. We have time for that later,” Logan agreed with a chuckle.

  The next few moments were nothing but a mess of clothes hitting the floor, and then he had you down on the bed your legs hanging off. He pushed your legs apart and you let out a giggle you couldn’t help. The sight in front of you was unreal, and you thought you would wake up at any second. He leaned forward and spit on your pussy, making you gasp and then smirk. Then he was entering you to the hilt. You threw your head back as your hands fisted at the sheets.

  “Oh fuck!” You moaned loudly.

  “Fuck you feel so good,” Logan panted out.

  He started to move slowly at first, getting you used to the wonderful stretch he was causing you, and then he began snapping his hips harder and faster. You fell into complete bliss. A man had never made you feel this incredible, and you never wanted it to end. Logan reached down, his hand coming to the back of your neck and his fingers fisted in your hair. He jerked you up, pulling a yelp from you, but you were met with him bending closer so your foreheads pressed together. Your eyes locked with his as he fucked you into oblivion. He picked up on his speed which you didn’t know was possible.

  “Fuck Logan!” You all but screamed.

  “That’s it Princess. Let them all know,” he laughed as he reached down with his other hand and started to rub at your clit rapidly.

  Your legs started to shake and you snapped, cumming so hard it made you dizzy. You screamed as your head went back, making Logan lose his grip on you slightly. Your pussy grasped his cock like a vice and soon he was cumming deep inside of you, letting out his own groans and curses.

  “Holy shit,” you panted after you came down from your high.

  “That was incredible. I can’t believe I waited that long to do that,” Logan smirked as he pulled from you.

  The both of you winced slightly at the loss of each other. You lay there for a few more moments, until you thought your legs could carry you, and you walked into the bathroom. You cleaned yourself up quickly, before returning finding Logan already under the covers in bed. You smirked and shook your head at him.

  “I can’t believe you waited that long either. I’m still shocked it happened,” you slid into bed next to him, and he pulled you to his chest.

  You turned on your stomach so you could look up at him, and idly let your fingers brush at his chest.

  “Why are you so shocked I wanted to sleep with you?” Logan asked as he propped his head on his other arm.

  “I didn’t think I was your type. I’ve seen the women you’ve been with before. I’m nothing like them.”

  “You’re not,” he paused and your eyebrows knitted together. “You are so much better. You’re actually good for me (Y/N).”

  “I don’t know about that,” you scoffed softly.

  “I do. You’re the only woman I want a clear head with when I’m around you.”

  You looked at him in shook and awe. Logan had been doing drugs and drinking for as long as you knew him, which was heartbreaking to you. You enjoyed your drink every now and then, but you tended to stay away from drugs.

  “Does this,” you motioned between the two of you. “Fall under the philosophy?”

  “The, what happens in Westworld stays in Westworld one?” Logan questioned.

  You simply nodded your head. Your stomach was in knots with the slight hope this could continue outside of this.

  “No it doesn’t. When we go back I’d like to take you on a real date, if you’ll have me?”

  “I would love that Logan,” you smiled almost too brightly at the idea.

  He leaned down and kissed you more gently than the time before.

  “Now let’s rest so we can cause more hell together tomorrow.”

  “They are going to end up calling us Bonnie and Clyde,” you let out a laugh.

  “That’s perfectly alright with me Princess.”

  “Me too.”

  You smirked up at each other. You settled your head back down to his chest and soon you were fast asleep.

*one week later*

I was supposed to sweat you out

In search of glorious happenings of happenstance on someone else's playground

But it's been 2,190 days of our love blackout

(Our love is blacking out)

The system's breaking down (The system's breaking down)

  A week of pure bliss passed you by with barley any acknowledgment. Logan and yourself had spent the week fucking each other’s brains out, and being outlaws. You had killed together and laughed afterwards. You had stolen from multiple people and rode off into sunsets without a single care. It had been the best week of your life. Now, unfortunately, you were separated but all for the cause.

  Henry had asked for another delivery of explosives, and now you sat high on a cliff on your horse, staking out the path the wagon would take. After your robbery of the first shipment a week ago they had gotten smart and decided to take, what they thought was, a hidden path. Little did they know you knew about it, having taken it yourself before. Logan was somewhere across the desert doing some scouting of his own. You would meet back in the morning and form a plan to get the shipment.

  “Let’s go girl,” you knocked your feet gently against your horse and turned her.

  The sun was starting to set and you needed to get back into town before it completely left the sky. Logan had decided he would spend the night out and you knew he would be fine. He was smart and you swore he knew this place better than you did. You rode in content, not being met with another soul. It was rides like this that made you love this place even more. The action and the letting go was fun, but the silence that sometimes came with the desert was incredible.

You rode back into town, sliding off your horse in front of the saloon. You walked her around back and tied her to the small barn Henry had. You gave her some extra pets and then made your way through the back door. The saloon wasn’t as crowded as it normally was, which was a little odd to you but you didn’t think much of it. You walked up to the bar sliding into a seat.

  “Just give me a water. I ran out halfway back,” you gave Henry a smile.

  “Do you think you can get it?”

  “Such little faith in me. Of course I can get it. It will be all about trapping them within that back pathway they think no one knows about. Then we’ll be golden. Plus I’ll have some extra firepower on my side this time.”

  Henry gave you an excited smile. You chuckled before taking a decent gulp of your water and turning in your stool. You watched the other people bustle about the bar, music coming from the man playing the piano in the corner. You smiled once again to yourself. The only thing that could make this night perfect was if Logan was next to you. Then you heard it. The thunder of a galloping horse coming into town. You turned and looked at Henry who shrugged his shoulders.

  “Be ready. That doesn’t sound friendly.”

  You felt a chill go up your spine and prickle the hairs on the back of your neck. Something was about to go down and you didn’t know what, but it was putting you on edge. The horse stopped in front of the bar, everyone else watched the door closely but went on about their business, trying to stay out of trouble. You kept yourself leaned against the bar nonchalantly, watching the swinging door. That’s when the last person you thought you would see here burst through, and charged straight for you.

  “Well look at what I found.”

  Your father. He was angry to a point you had never seen him.

  “Daddy what are you doing here?” The good girl act went up like a wall.

  “Had a fellow…business colleague tip me off you were here. So I came to bring you back home.”

  Your stomach dropped. Had Logan somehow gotten word back to your father you were here? Was this all a set up? You wanted to scream, cry and kill him all at once. You gulped, trying to push back the emotions you knew were clearly playing on your face.

  “Let’s go. Now!”

  “No. I’m not leaving.” You stood your ground, holding your head high.

  “Oh yes you are,” he spoke between gritted teeth as he stepped forward and grabbed you, and started to pull you toward the door.

  “Stop! You’re hurting me!” You called out, not a single person leapt to your defense.

  “Now what the hell is going on here?”

  Logan stepped through the door, coming face to face with your father. They stood too close and the look on Logan’s face could only be described as pure fury.

  “Oh of course you’re here. I can assume you’re the one corrupting my daughter?”

  “Where are you going?”

  Logan’s eyes softened when they looked your way. You knew in that moment he wasn’t the snitch, and you felt yourself release a breath you had no idea you were holding.

  “Home,” the voice came out still as a tremble.

  “Let her go.” Logan spoke with a curl of his lip and a loon on his face that told you he would kill your father in a second.

  The entire room had fallen into complete silence.

  “She’s my daughter. I don’t think I will.” Your father stood up against Logan.

  “You do know I can completely ruin you right? I can put your business under so far you’ll never dig yourself out. Her on the other hand…” Logan nodded at you. “She would be sitting pretty by my side getting everything she ever wanted and more.”

  “Are you threatening to blackmail me?”

  “Oh no. I’m promising to. Now. Let. Her. Go.”

  Everyone was still for a long moment and then your father released you. He glared back at you, but didn’t speak a word. You had no idea what would happen if you ever left this place and it sent more panic up your spine. He pushed past Logan roughly, and after a few moments he was riding away. The bar slowly went back to normal and Logan came over to you. He pulled you into his arms and kissed the top of your head.

  “Are you okay?”

  You could only nod your head. You could feel the tears trying to spill and Logan must have sensed it.

  “Let’s go to our room.”

  Once again you simply nodded, and keeping you held close, he walked with you upstairs and into your room. You let your self shatter, turning away so he didn’t see you cry.

  “It’s okay,” he turned you back and pulled you to him once again.

  “I don’t know what I’m going to do when I leave here.”

  “I’ll help you in any way I can. I’ll take you home and stand by your side and if he decides to show his true colors and kick you out you can come stay with me.”

  “Wait. Really?” You looked up at him.

  “Of course. Although I do believe a few more promises will keep him from even looking at you, with any bad intent.”

  You didn’t stop the chuckle as it fell from your lips. You leaned up and he met you, kissing you gently.

  “Thank you Logan,” you spoke the words softly as you pulled away.

  You never knew that this man would end up saving your ass, but he had, more than once. Who knew the man painted the villain would end up becoming your hero.

I think there's been a glitch

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Headcanon Alphabet Game

So, I have been really slack with my fanfic writing so I though it might be time for a prompt game of sorts. This is not a fanfiction game, I'm afraid, so no short ficlets; it's for headcanons only. But on the plus side, that means I'll be able to do more of them.

Below the cut is an alphabetized list of subjects as well a list of characters. All you have to do is send me a letter and a character name, and I'll tell you my headcanon for that combination. If you have specific questions or scenarios in mind about your chosen subject (e.g "What would this character do if this happened?"), feel free to add them, but you don't have to if you don't want to.

One character and one letter per ask, please. But there's nothing to stop you sending multiple asks😉(EDIT: Please use the ask box)

A - Anniversary B - Bondage C - Children D - Dates E - Emotions F - First time G - Gifts H - Hugs I - Insecurities J - Jealousy K - Kisses L - Love confessions M - Mornings in bed N - Nicknames O - Oral sex P - PDA (Public displays of affection) Q - Quickie R - Revenge S - Sexual fantasies T - Turn on/turn offs U - Unrequited love (or assumed unrequited love) V - Vanity W - Wedding X - X-Ray (what's under the clothes) Y - Yearning Z - Zzzz (sleeping habits)

Characters:

Billy Russo (The Punisher)

The Darkling (Shadow and Bone)

Logan Delos (Westworld)

Caspian (Chronicles of Narnia)

Benjamin Greene (Gold Digger)

Dhawan!Master (Doctor Who)

[uma-sonhadora]

Hi guys how are you?

I stopped by to let you know that I’m accepting requests, they can be short or long, whatever you ask for.

Just remembering that English is not my first language, so I’ll be asking Google for help 😅

who i write for:

Billy Russo

Logan Delos

Darkling

Batman

Jason Todd

Druig

Leonard Mccoy

Alfie Solomons

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Oii pessoal como vocês estão?

Passei para avisar que estou aceitando pedidos, podem ser curtos ou longos, o que vocês pedirem.

[russosafehaven]

Fatigue

Pairing: Logan Delos x Fem!Reader

Content: Restrictive ED, Passing Out, Logan being Logan, Body Dysmorphia, Underweight!Reader, Car Crash, Character Death

POV: Second

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When you first hired at Delos you were meant to be a writer. Nothing more than that, you wrote the narratives for Westworld and you were good at it. Yet somehow you had caught the eye of Logan Delos. One of the more notorious names in the company seeing as his father was CEO.

When Logan first caught sight of you he was showing around a new employee. Someone who would go onto testing narratives before they were released to the public. He had taken them to the writers room and there you were, hunched over your work while messing with the screen. Logan didn’t know how he hadn’t noticed you before. You stuck out compared to the others with your thin frame. He could see the bones in your fingers and your collar bones peeking through your shirt.

When word first spread that you had fainted Logan didn’t think he’d care that much. Yet when he saw you the next day he wanted to say something, ask if you were okay. The two of you found yourself in the elevator at the same time. Since you both got out on the same level he tried to make conversation. You didn’t respond to him and it bruised Logan’s ego a little. Everyone always wanted to talk to him, he was used to people swarming him. Why was he trying to so hard?

The second time you passed out Logan decided it was time to actually do something. He had you promoted to be his personal assistant. The first day in your new position you’d brought him a herbal tea. Typically Logan didn’t like tea, preferring coffee but since you got it for him he drank every last drop. He didn’t have you do any work, letting you write instead since it’s what you were good at.

When your lunch break rolled around Logan found it curious how you just kept working. He had headed out to get some takeout, thinking maybe you’d just brought your own lunch. Yet when he came back there was no indication you’d eaten. As he placed his food down on his desk Logan noticed the way your eyes would flick up every few seconds. Your tongue carefully licking your lips. You’d take a sip of water and flick the hair tie against your wrist, it made Logan curious.

Notes were being furiously taken and he couldn’t help but be thankful for you. When he first started working for Delos he never thought he’d like a routine presence. Yet so far he was enjoying your company. You let him talk even when you could tell him to shut up. It was only your first day but Logan was already obsessed with you.

“What are you doing tonight?”

It was a seemingly random question but Logan had a motive. While he was nibbling away at his lunch he had been making a list of things he’d heard about you around the office over the past few months. You were quiet, easy to anger, always tired, you bruised easily and we’re always working.

“Well it’s a Friday so like always I’ll be going home and falling asleep with my dogs almost immediately. Why do you care Mr Delos?”

His eyes widened, for some reason he didn’t expect the harsh tone. He was also surprised as it was only Wednesday but he hadn’t bothered correcting you. You had immediately apologised, explaining you were tired and on edge. Logan tried to get you to calm down but you couldn’t. You’d ended up trying to walk out. Instead you ended up passed out on the floor.

When you came to once again Logan had seemingly moved you to the couch. It was lush and soft, the texture made you feel comfortable.

“You know if you keep passing out words gonna spread that we’re torturing you”

His words didn’t comfort you, in fact when he said it you considered quitting your job. One of Logan’s hands snaked up your arm. Feeling the indent of your bones.

“I should just quit. Fuck I don’t know why I ever thought working here was a good idea…”

Attempting to stand up you ended up latching to Logan’s arms. They were toned but not entirely muscular. You could feel his veins shifting as he held onto you.

“When was the last time you ate?”

Instantly you let go of him, making your way to the door with large steps. To your dismay Logan had caught you before you could even reach for the handle.

“You’re sick, you aren’t going anywhere”

“You don’t know me Mr Delos, you don’t give a shit about me. All of this is for sympathy points and you fucking know it. All this company cares about is it’s image and you are your fathers biggest disappointment so you’re using me and my illness as a way to make you seem like a good fucking person. Guess what? Good people don’t exist, we’re all monsters”

Your words stung, more than they should have. What you spoke held truth, he didn’t know you and he was his fathers biggest disappointment.

“Wow, holy shit. You got some bite don’t you?”

You shoved away from him, storming out of his office. All you wanted to do was get away from the overwhelming guilt. What you said to Logan wasn’t okay at all and the cruelty in your voice made you want to vomit. How could you say something like that? You just kept walking and walking until you reached your car.

The plan was unclear so you just drove out to the highway. Logan had called you and you picked up.

“I’m sorry for what-“

He cut you off almost immediately.

“None of that, we all say shit who gives a fuck? Where are you?”

It was a bad idea to drive when zoned out. You hadn’t seen the car pummelling towards you. As the metal vehicle flipped over, the poles from the car seat impaling you, you regretted your words to Logan even more. He was nice and undeniably attractive. As you lay there with blood pouring from many wounds your last thought is off your boss.

“Hey? You still there? Where are you?”

The line disconnected and it would be days until the news of your death reached Logan. He blamed himself for it. There were better ways to go around helping someone you admired from afar. If he hadn’t shocked you maybe you wouldn’t be six feet under.

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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.