#logan delos reader inserts

[kentstoji]

• whenever ROBERT FORD wrote a narrative, it was necessary to seek out nuances of hell hidden between the lines of his immaculate text. the devil is always in the details, in the minutiae that we overlook due to their subtlety. and with him, it was no different.

• every detail, initially fictional, was part of a path. a bloody adventure, with numerous routes and possibilities.

• however, every leader, every angel, every god needs a successor. someone to carry on the sadistic legacy the park harbored. If ARNOLD WEBER had DOLORES ABERNATHY— the sharp-minded host —and the darling CHARLIE as children, ROBERT FORD had you, as his HEIR.

• an heir intimately involved in various narratives within the parks. And the NEWCOMER favored by some of the hosts.

[buckyownsmylife]

How I Want You - Logan Delos x Reader Fluff

The one where Logan confesses that he loves you.

Warnings: angst, Logan’s crappy father, sexual themes, selfdoubt and selfhatred.

A/N: No, I couldn’t help myself. I’m obsessed with Taylor Swift and it shows.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

It was way too fucking late for anyone to be up, and still, much too early for Logan to have gone to bed. Which was why the second my phone rang, I forsake my comfy blankets and grabbed my keys, knowing exactly who it was - the only person who would call me at such a time and the only number whose call would get through during my sleeping hours.

“Where are you?” Was all I asked, although I already knew that the answer wouldn’t be satisfactory to my plan of going back to sleep as soon as possible. “You know what? Just stay where you are. I’m coming to get you. This is why I download that find my friends app in the first place.”

“I’m home,” he interjected, his tone sounding very firm, and very tired, and very not drunk for the time of day. It caught me by surprise. “I’ll be waiting.”And then he was gone. Hung up in a show of just how quickly he needed me to get to him.

It made my skin crawl and heartbeat pick up, that intuition that only ever acted when it came to him telling me something very bad had happened, or at the very least, that he was as far away from okay as he could get. And if he was home, then it truly was the worst case scenario. 

I got there as fast as I could without breaking any laws, and I barely allowed myself the time to kill off the engine before I was running out of the vehicle and into my best friend’s arms. Logan welcomed with a silent desperation that came in the form of reaching for me as a child would for any sort of parental guidance, and the anxiety that had been coursing through my veins while I couldn’t see his state little by little began to be replaced by anger. Pure, unadulterated, blinding anger.

“Get in the car, Lo,” I called him by the childhood nickname he pretended to hate, knowing it would help in my task to calm him down. “I’ll be right back.” He wanted to stop me the second that he realized what my intention was. I knew it because he seized my wrist and held it tightly, stopping me from moving any further away from him. But the second that he saw my eyes, when I turned around to stare at him and silently order him to let go, he did just so, knowing better than anyone else that when I got into this mindset, there was no one who could possibly get me out of it.

“Okay.” He nodded, and I knew he was watching me as I stepped into the huge mansion Logan did not call home. It only made me even more sure of what I intended to do. With quick strides, I crossed the main floor in the direction of his father’s office, and I didn’t even knock before I slammed it open, fire burning inside of me.

“What the fuck did you say to him?” I yelled as soon as James’ eyes met mine after my loud entrance startled him from whatever work he was trying to do at such a late hour - work he had always prioritized over his son.

“What?” He asked, clearly not expecting my sudden outburst, and probably not immediately relating my loss of reason to his only son. It only made me grow angrier, the fact that just because he didn’t worry about Logan, he couldn’t imagine anyone else caring for him either.

“What the fuck did you tell Logan that made him so upset? Only you can make him feel bad about himself, so I know it’s your fault. Tell me.” When realization finally seemed to hit him, no ounce of regret or shame painted James’ features, but that didn’t surprise me. Even if he had never been anything other than sweet to me, being Logan’s best friend meant I knew who he really was, and that implied that I knew every single one of his flaws as a father. He just didn’t know that I did, until then.

“You’re a smart girl, Y/N. You really shouldn’t waste your time on a failure like him.” The harsh reality of what he had said hurt me so deeply that it immediately drained me of all anger, leaving only a sickly feeling of disgust behind.

“Logan deserves every single second of my attention, and he deserves yours too. I’m sorry you can’t see it, but the only one who’s missing out is you.” Cold, bitter tears of pity for the sweet man I knew flowed down my cheeks, but I was quick to wipe them away. Logan didn’t need to see them.

“How was it in there?” He asked as soon as I was inside of the car again, his lips curled in a small smile that was half self-conscious, half knowing of what his father was capable of saying when it came to him, but I couldn’t yet stomach what I’d heard, so I just clutched his hand tightly with mine.

“Doesn’t matter. How about a sleepover?”

Logan’s P.O.V.

The drive to her place was silent, but she kept reaching for my hand every time she could, like she needed the physical reminder that I was there with her, instead of back at my house. Like she knew that I needed to be reminded of that too.

What would I do without her? Ever since I could remember, it was us against the world. Or more precisely, us against my father, and as a child, he was pretty much the only boundaries to the world that I knew. But even after I grew and started to see past my father’s empire, when I started to make real, lousy mistakes, instead of the childhood errors that would get me grounded, she still stuck up for me. She was always there, whenever I needed her.

My eyes trailed up her body, taking notice of the way her sleepwear still managed to make her curves enticing. She always looked beautiful in my eyes. No matter how many women I slept with, they could never come close to the beauty that I saw in my best friend and only in her.

“What do you see in me?” I blurted out, suddenly overtaken by the realization of just how inferior to her I was. It made my chest feel tighter, and breathing became a bit harder. The tears that would never come for my father suddenly stung my eyes, and I had to rub the palms of my hands against them to stop myself from crying.

“I’m sorry?” It seemed like she wasn’t expecting the sudden interruption to the silence that had fallen between us, but the desperation that had forced me to ask the question that plagued me had been dulled by my fear of her answer. I couldn’t bear the thought of knowing she thought less of me. I couldn’t bear the thought of being less in her eyes than she was in mine.

“Logan, what do you see in yourself?” She asked, once more glancing at me to make sure I was fine, which I was certain I would be able to pretend like I was. But of course, I could never fool her. So when she squeezed my hand to get me to talk, I found myself answering honestly, “Nothing. I-I’m nothing, Y/N. I’m just a waste of space and air and energy, your energy, and I have absolutely no idea why you put up with me.”

We had arrived at her apartment complex, I realized, but only because suddenly there were arms thrown over me, and a familiar neck for me to nuzzle with a familiar perfume that seemed to be the only thing able to relax my very soul.

“Well, that’s the exact opposite of what I see in you, Logan Delos. I see so much, I see everything. I see the whole wide world in you. You’ve always meant that for me. And to see you doubt that… There’s not a day in my life where I don’t hate your father for making you think so little of yourself.” That had me laughing against her skin, but it was a wet sound, unfortunately. Still, she didn’t seem to mind, allowing me to cling tightly to her as she drew soft patterns on my back. “You can’t say bad things about yourself, ever. That’s an order.”

After that last comment made me pull away from her to freely laugh, she looked patiently at me with the most loving smile on her face. “Do you have any idea what you mean to me?” I asked, caressing the side of her face and grinning with pride when she leaned against my touch.

“Almost as much as you mean to me, I hope.” I swear, only she could have me laughing after feeling so down a few minutes before. 

“Way more than that.”

“I doubt it.”

For a while, it was a staring contest between the two of us in her tiny car. I wanted to lean in and kiss her. God, I wanted to find out if her lips were as soft as they looked like But the second my hand grazed her cheek, she seemed to snap out of whatever reverie we had fallen on, quickly putting some space between us to unbuckle her belt.

“Let’s go,” she called out, reaching out for my hand as we walked towards her apartment. The second we were in the familiar setting of her living room, I felt the last bit of weight that had settled over my chest suddenly vaporize and disappear.

“Thank you for bringing me here,” I acknowledged as I took off my coat. “I owe you.”

“You owe me nothing,” she tried to wave it off, but I couldn’t let her do that. No, I needed her to understand that this was important to me, and I started by pulling her close so I could cradle her face between my hands and force her to see the seriousness in my so often joking eyes.

“I owe you a lot.” That was all I managed to say, as my throat closed at the quickening of my heartbeat. The moment felt heavy with something we couldn’t find it in ourselves to explore, and so we just stood there in silence, eyes cautiously exploring each other’s features until one of us decided to break the tension with a joke.

This time, it was her.

“I’m glad I downloaded that app on my phone and activated your location on yours. I seriously considered buying you a nice collar, with a tracker or something, so I could always know where you were when you called me. Especially when drunk.” I didn’t expect her words to have such an effect on me, but it was instantaneous. I felt my cock harden on my pants, and I knew that she could feel it too as I hid my blushing face in the crook of her neck.

“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really that oblivious?” I tried to pass it off as a joke, hoping to calm down despite keeping her touch close to me, but when her fingers buried themselves in my hair, I knew she’d only keep me balancing on this tightrope we’d been dancing on for way too long.

“I had no idea you were into that kind of stuff. Does the idea of wearing a collar entice you that much, Lo?” She asked, and although I knew she also wanted to pass it off as a joke, her voice sounded different, raspier. Filled with desire, I realized with a jolt, finally detaching myself from her to look her in the eye again. 

This was it. This was my chance to say something that would irrevocably change the nature of our relationship forever, but hopefully, it’d become all I’d ever wanted.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“If it’s a collar that shows I belong to you, definitely.” I inhaled sharply at the words that fell oh-so-easily from my best friend’s lips. I knew him enough - I knew him way too much - to doubt the veracity of them, but that didn’t stop me from being overwhelmed at the realization that Logan wanted to be mine just as much as I wanted to be his.

“C’mon, stop teasing me,” I pleaded, trying to put some space between us, but failing to do so. Logan kept me close to him, gaze heavy on my body and when I still refused to meet his eyes, he held my jaw and forced me to do so.

“No, you c’mon. You know this isn’t me teasing you like when we were kids. I really, really want you. And not only like a best friend.” I didn’t even notice I was biting my lip until he pried it away with his thumb, staring longingly at it. “I’m gonna kiss you now.”

Before becoming a kiss, it was just him sucking that same bottom lip into his mouth, making me gasp and hold onto his shoulders for support. But then, he fused our mouths together, licking his way inside my mouth until I couldn’t breathe anymore.

When my eyes fluttered open to find his, I could barely see his pupils anymore. “Well, I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep after that,” I joked, trying to ease some of the tension in the room, but failing miserably. There was too much desire between us to disappear just like that. We’d need to find a way to release it if we were to ever move past this.

“I’d be offended if you were.” It felt nice to laugh with him after this kiss, this revelation of sentiments. It felt like, regardless of what we would become after tonight, I wouldn’t lose the most important person in my life, my best friend. The only one who could make me laugh like this, even after a breathtaking kiss, apparently.

“Wanna do something else, instead?”

[stuckysdaughter]

Kinktober 2021

Day 25 - Breeding Kink with Logan Delos

Summary: You caught Logan's eye from the second he saw you. He just knew he had to have you and make you his. You'd seen him a few times since then, enjoying the feel of each other. Tonight he was going to show you just how much he wanted you.

TW: 18+, explicit, smut, language

Tagging: @eginv-blog @rachlovesactors @my-day6

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He pushed you against the wall of his room, claiming your lips in a searing kiss. His hand hiked up your long skirt, and he could see how soaked your panties were.

"So wet, and I haven't even touched you yet. You want me to fuck you, princess?"

"Y-yes, Logan..." Your brain was slowly turning to mush, not able to form full sentences. "I need you..."

He growled lowly, and he nipped at your earlobe. "That's all I needed to hear."

He quickly undid his belt buckle, shucking off the offending article of clothing. He roughly spun you around and unzipped your dress, ripping your corset off. You were now in just your bra and panties, while he had his shirt and boxers. You pawed at his shirt, but Logan grabbed your wrists to stop you.

"Ah ah ah... no touching, doll."

You swallowed thickly, all the breath leaving your body. Logan smirked, and slowly undid the buttons of his white shirt. The anticipation of what was to come was driving you crazy, but soon enough you both were in just your underwear.

Logan grabbed you by the hips, and kissed you, leading you to the bed. The back of your thighs hit the bed, and you bent over backward with Logan still on top of you. You broke apart only to climb on the bed, Logan nestling his body between your legs. He had a wolfish grin on his face, clearly plotting something that you didn't quite know yet.

"I'm gonna fuck you so deep and make sure you get pregnant. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Carrying my child so everyone knows you're mine."

"Yes, Logan... I want you to fill me with your seed..."

He groaned, and you could see his erection straining against its confines. He ripped off your bra, your panties not far behind. He buried his face in your chest, leaving open-mouthed kisses to the skin between your breasts. Your hands tangled in his hair, and you pulled him up to you, your lips locking together.

He broke the kiss, biting and sucking a trail from your neck to your stomach. You knew it would leave marks by the morning, but you didn't care. Soon you'd have a bigger mark left behind from your lover.

Logan slid his way down your body, until he was eye level with your dripping arousal. He gripped your thighs, and leaned in closer. His tongue darted out, licking a long stripe up your slit. He groaned at the taste, loving how sweet you were. His tongue dived between your folds, and the moan you let out was absolutely sinful. His mouth latched on to your cunt, sucking on you like his life depended on it.

"Ohh, Logan... stop teasing and just fuck me already."

He stopped on the spot, his brow arching. "Oh, is that what you want?" His tone was light and teasing, but you knew you were on thin ice if you kept this up.

You nodded, and he simply smirked. "Alright then. If that's what you want."

Logan sat back on his heels, and swung off the side of the bed. He pulled down his boxers, his hardened length springing free. Now fully naked, he climbed back on top of you. He hovered over your entrance, and it took one buck of his hips for him to be fully sheathed inside you. He didn't wait for you to adjust like normal, jackhammering into you. Logan groaned as your walls tightened around him, helping him reach his climax.

"Fuck, Y/N... you're gonna look so fucking sexy carrying my seed. They say pregnant women glow, baby you'll fucking shine like the sun."

"Logan... 'm so close..."

"Cum for me, doll..."

You came on the spot, gushing around his cock. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head in ecstasy. Your head tilted back, and Logan took the opportunity to latch on to your throat. He kissed it, and moved over to the crook of your neck. A few more thrusts and he was coming too, painting your walls with his cum. He lazily rolled his hips as he came down, working himself through his high.

Finished, he collapsed next to you, rolling you onto your side. He pressed a hot kiss to your lips, gently biting your lower lip.

"How does it feel, my cum leaking out of you? Knowing that you'll be a mother?"

You kissed him again, your tongues dancing as they intertwined. "So fucking good, baby. It feels so fucking good."

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THE END

Author's Notes: Ok, I admit this one got a bit away from me. I also admit I've never written for Logan before, so I hope I did him justice. From the little knowledge I have, I thought this prompt was fitting for him. If you liked the fic, please like, reblog, and comment. If you want to see something written in the future, my requests are open. I'm pretty sure anon is on, so feel free to send stuff in with no judgement! If you want to be tagged for a character (or everything) let me know and I'll add you to the taglist. I can't wait to hear what y'all have to say! I love you guys so much! - Butterfly

[the-blind-assassin-12]

I WANT TO ASK ABOUT ALL OF THEM. but i'll stick to two: Anchor and Outshine The Dark. PLEASE AND THANK YOU.

Hi Rachael!! Sorry for the secrecy 🤭🤫 and mystery… (honestly I just gave names to a lot of things you already knew about)

But you picked two GOOD ones to ask about so THANK YOU for picking them!

Anchor is one of the remaining smooch requests (from @alraedesigns ) and it is just a big fluff:

Outshine the Dark is another one-shot for Ezra & his Angelfish:

[hyper-fic-sation]

By Your Side

Hey guys! So I wish I had more time on this fic (like a few more days) but I wanted to get it out for fictober so here we are, I’m probably going to rewrite and repost it once again after this hell month is over. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!

*Gif is not mine*

The bright fluorescent lights of the hospital cast an almost ethereal glow around the blue scrubbed nurses. Their white tennis shoes sounded on the linoleum flooring, signalling their coming and going throughout the building. A blonde haired nurse led you through the maze of hallways, her tight topknot like Theseus’ ball of yarn in the labyrinth. 

She stopped outside a light blue painted door marked “319” and knocked lightly, opening the door just a crack before she fully pushed it aside, stepped in, and gestured for you to follow. Almost immediately the beeping of machines filled your ears, the smell of sweat and antiseptic hitting you like a punch in the face. 

It took your eyes a few minutes to adjust to the dimness of the room, but when they did, your gaze landed on the red skinned, sleeping form of Logan Delos. He lay naked in a hospital bed, a white sheet pulled over his lower half to preserve some modesty. 

The nurse walked over to the bed and examined the screens while you stood awkwardly in the doorway.

You shouldn’t have come, you thought, what right did you have to come? 

“Everything looks good here,” the nurse commented, “the burn specialist should be coming in about an hour, is there anything else you need?” 

You shook your head, “no, thank you.” 

The nurse nodded to you before side stepping around you and leaving the room, the door closing behind her a little harder than she probably intended, causing Logan to stir slightly in his sleep, a pained expression coming over his face as he hit a raw spot on his shoulder. 

He let out a whimper of pain and, without thinking, you came to the side of his bed, set your purse down on a chair, and gently took his hand in your own, his grip tightening around it immediately, as if he was begging you not to leave him. 

Hyperthermia, dehydration, second degree burns, delirium- and that was just what you could remember- all that had come from four days in the desert. 

It was a miracle that he was still alive. 

Logan had burn blisters and sloughing on his face, chest, arms, and you would gather that he had more on his lower half. His lips were dry and chapped, dead skin was sticking up across them, like translucent ghosts begging to be released from their mortal coil. 

Turning your gaze downward away from Logan’s face, you glanced down at his hand in yours, cringing slightly at the caked red dirt beneath his fingernails. 

Not a single place was left untouched by the world. 

On the chair behind you, your phone began to buzz inside your purse. You turned your gaze away from Logan momentarily to reach inside you purse and take a look at the text from Juliet you’d just recieved. 

Juliet had been frantic when her brother hadn’t shown up for the wedding ceremony. She’d been even more worried when he didn’t even make an appearance at the reception. It had been over a week since she had last seen her brother by then and, despite William’s reassurances that Logan was just “fucking his way through Westworld,” she still convinced her father to send out a search party for Logan through the park. 

“I’m coming,” was all the text read. 

Despite her hesitance, William had convinced her to not postpone the honeymoon, and she was currently half way across the world in Madagascar desperately trying to get ahold of the Delos private pilot to get home. 

“He’s alright,” you texted back with your free hand, “I’m with him right now, he’s sleeping, he’ll be okay.” 

You had known Juliet since the two of you were ten. She had been the most popular girl in fourth grade while you were the weirdo who walked around at recess pretending that the slide was a tower and the jungle gym a castle. The two of you only became friends after her mother died. You had been the only one from her class to come to the funeral, the only friend there for her at school when she would lose it and break down crying at lunch because the nanny hadn’t done her pigtails right and they were sliding down her head. 

You had been inseparable ever since. 

“I don’t care, I’m coming back,” was Juliet’s response, and you knew better than to try to argue with her. 

As much as she hated to admit it, Logan was her best friend, and she wouldn’t be Juliet if she didn’t rush to his side after he’d almost died in some make-believe world. 

“Alright, want me to come pick you up at the airport?” you asked. 

The three dotted bubble appeared on the screen quickly replaced by, “no, can you just stay with Logan?” 

“Sure, it’s no problem,” you responded. 

“Thank you, (Y/N),” Juliet responded, “you’re the best.”

With that you put your phone back inside your purse and turned back to Logan, jumping when you realized that he’d awoken sometime while you weren’t paying attention, his glassy black eyes staring at you. 

“Something more interesting than me, princess?” he asked, his voice was dry and scratchy, but it still held that sarcastic, cocky attitude that he was famous for. 

“Logan,” you breathed, “you scared me.” 

“Sorry, sweet thing, waking up to your pretty face made me think I was still dreaming.” 

You rolled your eyes, “it’s good to know that you’re sense of humor is still intact,” you said, a small smile coming to your face only to fall as quickly as it had come when you saw Logan hit the same raw spot on his shoulder again. 

Logan took in a sharp breath of pain and his face contorted in discomfort. His grip on your hand intensified and you stood up and came closer to him, you free hand finding its’ place on his scalp, gently, your thumb began to smooth a relatively pale spot on his forehead in what you hoped was a soothing gesture. 

It apparently was, because in a matter of seconds Logan had relaxed again, his grip on your hand still firm but somewhat less tight. You paused for a second, wondering whether or not to remove your hand from his head, only to hear him quietly croak out, 

“Don’t stop,” he said, “please.” 

You nodded silently, amazed at how soft his voice was, almost like a whisper. How tender and delicate and...vulnerable he was being. 

None of that fit the Logan Delos brand that he’d spent his entire life crafting. 

“Are you alright, Logan?” you asked. 

Logan let out a snort, “you do realize where I am right now, don’t you?” 

You nodded, “I’m not asking physically,” you said. 

Logan was silent for a moment, but that answered your question just as well as any words. 

“What’s going on in here?” you asked, tapping lightly on his head to emphasize your question, “what’re you thinking?” 

Logan swallowed thickly, “I don’t wanna talk about it,” he said softly, his voice quivered slightly, and you thought that if he hadn’t been so dehydrated that he’d be crying. 

“It’s okay,” you said, “everything’ll be okay.” 

Logan closed his eyes and swallowed once more, you offered him a sip from the cup of cool water that sat on his bedside table. He took a few generous gulps before you took the cup away from him, the hospital staff warned you not to let him drink too much less it cause a seizure, and it broke your heart to see Logan’s confused and defeated face when you removed the glass from his lips. 

When you’d first met Logan, it had struck you just how beautiful he was. Even at his mother’s funeral, at the age of fifteen, he’d looked immaculate. All of that grandeur was gone now, replaced by the sad image of a broken man before you. Looking at him now, you thought of Lucifer, the beautiful angel, cast down and abandoned by God and left to suffer the fires of hell on his own. 

“Not too fast,” you said, “doctor’s orders not to over water you.” 

“What am I, a cactus?” Logan asked. 

You sighed, “well, you can be a bit of a prick sometimes.” 

Logan cracked a smile at that before closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the pillows once more. 

“Where’s Juliet?” Logan asked. 

“She’s in Madagascar,” you said, “she’s flying home right now, she should be here by tomorrow.” 

Logan jolted up right, the pulse rate monitor going wild and your hand flying off of his forehead. Pain and panic laced his features. 

“I missed the wedding?” he asked frantically, “how long was I gone for?” 

You nodded, too stunned to do anything. 

He grabbed your shoulders now, desperate for answers, his grip heavy with need. 

“How long was I missing, (Y/N), please!” 

“F-five days,” you stuttered out. 

Logan released you and began to try to kick off the blankets from the bed. 

“No, no, no, no,” he mumbled over and over again. 

“Logan,” you said, “you need to calm down and stop.” 

He didn’t listen to you, instead he began to try to pull out his IV lines. 

“Logan, stop!” you cried, reaching for the nurse call button and almost immediately the room was filled with three nurses each trying to push Logan back down onto the bed. 

“I need to get to Juliet,” Logan cried, “I need to tell her! I have to tell her!” 

Before he could say anything more, one of the nurses produced a syringe and stabbed it in Logan’s neck, almost immediately putting him to sleep. 

It wasn’t until the nurses left that you felt your cheeks and realized you’d been crying. 

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It had been just a little over six hours since Logan’s outburst, and you’d been by his side the whole time since. So far, the only other visitors to come were the burn specialist who examined him and confirmed that there would be minimal scarring, and a delivery man dropping off a “Get Well Soon,” gift basket from Logan’s secretary. Other than that, nothing had changed, Logan’s hand was still firmly in yours, his words racing around in your head. 

At first, you had discounted them as just the mad ramblings of someone who had just almost died, but, as you thought about it more, you realized that he had been completely, well mostly completely, sound minded since you’d arrived. It was only after you mentioned the wedding that he’d gone off, what was it about Juliet getting married that had filled him with that panic?

Logan’s stirring is what pulled you out of your thoughts, and you quickly resumed your position stroking his forehead. The doctor’s had warned you that he’d be a little disoriented from the sedation when he awoke, but you thought nothing of it, you’d seen Logan high and drunk more than a few times over the years. 

His dark eyes opened once again to look at you. 

“(Y/N),” Logan said, “you’re still here.” 

“Cheryl sent a gift basket with chocolate,” you said, “it offered more of an incentive to stay.” 

“I’m glad you stayed,” he said, “I didn’t wanna be alone again.” 

Logan’s words caught you off guard. Rarely was he ever sentimental with anyone. 

“Again?” you said. 

Logan nodded, “in the desert when William left me,” he said, “I didn’t wanna be alone, I didn’t wanna die alone…” 

His words began to trail off and the shock of what he had just said spread throughout your body and sent a wave of emotions crashing over you. 

Confusion, denial, doubt, acceptance, pity, rage, before finally settling on determination. 

You reached to grab your phone from your purse when Logan’s grip on you tightened. 

“Don’t go, (y/n),” he said, “please, don’t go.” 

“I’m not,” you said, “but, we need to call the police…” 

“Do you promise you won’t leave?” he asked. 

You nodded, “I promise.” 

You were never going to leave him again. 

[topherwrites]

Logan Delos

Requests are Open!

[dreamwritesimagines]

Morning After 6- Logan Delos x Reader

A.N.: So as it turns out, I’m obsessed with Ben Barnes what with after Westworld and Punisher, so I figured why not:D I hope you all will like it! Friendly reminder that I love feedback! 

Pairing: Logan x Reader

Summary: Morning after with Logan

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex

Word Count: 663 

Gif’s not mine! 

You were perched on the small but comfortable chair in front of the window with a warm cup of coffee in your hand, watching the raindrops sliding down the glass when you heard the bedroom door open. Even if you were tempted to look at him, you were way too lost in your thoughts so you trailed a finger over the fogged glass, tracing your initials.

“Morning.” Logan muttered groggily and approached you to press a kiss to the top of your head, “You’re up early.”  

You nodded silently as you drew a heart with your fingertip on the glass,

“Babe?”

“Hm?”

“You okay?”

You looked up at him. “I am.” You muttered, “You’re not.”

He frowned slightly, his lips pulled into that damn smile, “What’s that mean?”

“What happened there?”

“Where?”

“You know where.” You said through your teeth, “Westworld. What happened in that damn theme park?”

He pulled back, “Y/N…”

“Logan.”

“You really wanna talk about this now?”

“You haven’t slept,” You turned to look at him better, “All night. I’ve heard you pacing in the living room.”

“After mind blowing sex, you wanna talk about my sleeping habits?” He sounded defensive all of a sudden, like the same cocky, arrogant man who always had his walls up when you first met him. You bit on your lip, deep in thought and took a deep breath.

“What happened there?” You insisted and he ran a hand over his face,

“I don’t have time for this.”

“Logan…”

“Maybe I’d better go check if the company is still standing, what with William and everything-“

“They can survive a day without you.” You stood up before he could take a step, and walked up to him, reaching out to cup his cheek, making him close his eyes for a second. You stood on your tiptoes and pressed a small kiss to his lips, making him smile.

“Talk to me?” You pleaded “Please? You haven’t… You haven’t been the same since that trip.”

“You don’t wanna know.”

“Yes I do.”

“Yeah?” He opened his eyes to pin you to the spot with his gaze “You sure about that? You want me to list you all the hosts I fucked and killed?”

You paused and retrieved your hand, averting your eyes from his and taking a step back. He heaved a sigh, cussing under his breath.

“Fuck- babe-“

“Yeah, you’re right, I don’t wanna know.” You mumbled, crossing your arms and walking past him to go to the bedroom. He followed you suit and leaned to the doorframe.

“I’m an asshole.”

You shrugged silently and grabbed your sweater from the floor, throwing it over your tank top before walking to your bag and pushing your belongings that were scattered around last night into it.

“Don’t leave.” Logan’s voice came out as a low mutter and you scoffed, gritting your teeth.

“I don’t wanna stay here and fight.”

“Please.” His tone made you pause and look up at him. He was frowning, his dark eyes fixed on you and you shifted your weight.

“And I was an asshole.” He added, “In- in Westworld. Me and William, we….” He trailed off “But don’t leave.”

You heaved a deep sigh, running your hand through your hair,

“Logan, I’m worried.”

“You don’t need to be.” He shook his head fervently, taking a step towards you. “Come on. You know me, I can handle a few nightmares.”

You put your bag on the messy bed, and he pulled you closer, giving you an irresistible smirk that you both loved and hated, and pressed a kiss to your forehead,

“Are you hungry sweetheart?”

You nodded, still not convinced and he brushed your hair off your face.

“Let’s get you something to eat. A proper breakfast, not that disgusting shit you call coffee.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “Weren’t you gonna go check the company?”

“Changed my mind.” He pecked you on the lips, making you giggle, “I like the view here better.”

[marvelmusing]

Frustration

Part of the Delos & Austen AU

Pairing: Logan Delos x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your co-director at Westworld often annoys the life out of you. Luckily, Logan is able to lend you his ear.

Word Count: 725

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Being the co-director of narrative at Westworld is a dream come true for you. It means you can spend your days doing what you love - devoting your time and effort into creating fun, meaningful, and interesting stories.

However, it sometimes feels like a nightmare. Mostly due to your co-director - Lee Sizemore. The two of you often have disagreements regarding your creative differences. Having two directors for narrative was a strategic choice - in an attempt to ensure that stories could have multiple sides and prevent any bias in the department. You can understand the reasoning behind it. What you can’t understand, is why Sizemore has to be so insufferable. Which is how you’re in your current position, ranting to Logan about how annoying your colleague is.

“He’s always bringing the hosts into his office to go over their lines, which is a complete waste of both resources and time.” You say with a frown.

Logan is leaning against his headboard, his hands folded behind his head. Amusement dances in his eyes as he watches you pace back and forth at the end of the bed.

“And he says stupid shit like: ‘do it again but with more passion’ like he’s some Oscar winning director.” You scoff, rolling your eyes. “Why doesn’t he just say: ‘increase anger by 1%’ like every other employee?”

You raise your brows, looking over at Logan, who attempts to regard you seriously as he mimics your expression.

“I swear he thinks he’s some sort of genius.” You say. “You should of seen his face when his latest character gave their first speech in front of guests. What a smug little bastard.”

Logan can’t hide his grin at your frustration, as you return to your pacing.

“And he accuses my writing of being ‘too self-indulgent’.” You gesture the quotation marks with your fingers dramatically. “Like Hector isn’t the biggest self insert I’ve ever seen.” Your entire face crinkles with the frown that tugs at your brows. “Everybody can see how weirdly defensive he gets when you criticise his storylines.” You insist, and you voice turns almost mocking. “Like, you’re not actually a rugged outlaw that everyone is secretly in love with, Lee.” You say his name like an insult. “You’re a dorky writer just like the rest of us.”

You huff, crossing your arms. For once in his life, Logan is deciding to not share his opinion - mostly because he’s too busy enjoying yours.

“You know the first thing they told me when I got this job? That creativity means jackshit if there’s no research behind it. Which means that my ‘self-indulgence’ has been backed up by focus groups, questionnaires, peer reviews.” You list each of those things with your fingers. “Not just: ‘oh I think we should add some more saloon girls to this storyline because my self insert wants some eye candy because I can’t get any in real life’.” You attempt to impersonate Sizemore’s accent, rather unsuccessfully, which makes Logan laugh.

The sound of his laughter pushes your annoyance away, and a small smile curls at your lips as you feel a little embarrassed at your outburst. You tug your lower lip between your teeth as you cross the room towards him.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to go off like that.” You say, lying down next to him.

“I don’t mind.” He says with a grin, then he shrugs casually. “It’s actually kinda hot.” You roll your eyes, but a smile creeps over your face nonetheless.

“Is there anything you don’t find hot?” His tongue traces along his teeth as his eyes rake down your body.

“Maybe it’s just you.” You nudge his shoulder playfully.

“Such a charmer.”

“You know it.” He grasps a hold of your waist pulling you closer to him, and he leans over you. “Now how about we turn a shitty day, into a not-so-shitty day?”

“And how do you plan on doing that, Mr Delos?” He groans slightly, swinging one of his legs over yours.

“Well I was reading some work done by a very self-indulgent writer.” He says teasingly, to which you roll your eyes affectionately. “And I was rather inspired. If you’re game?” Your smile widens, matching his dazzling grin. You lean forward, capturing his bottom lip between your teeth lightly, before murmuring against his lips,

“Try me.”

[something-tofightfor]

Ben Barnes Characters - Masterlist

* Detailed breakdowns (summaries, ratings, word counts, warnings, etc) on individual character + story pages* 

* All stories feature a female reader insert* 

Billy Russo x Reader Masterlist  - Updated 12/28/2020

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Benjamin Greene x Reader Masterlist - Updated 2/22/2021

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Logan Delos x Reader Masterlist - Updated 3/15/2021

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King Caspian x Reader Masterlist - Updated 1/18/2020

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Ryan Brenner x Reader Masterlist - Updated 4/25/2020

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Sam Adams x Reader

Forget It (Sam Adams x Reader) Complete; 1/1. - WC: 3,790 - Originally posted 8/11/2019. Rating: NSFW.

Thanks to You (Sam Adams x Reader) Complete; 1/1. - WC: 3,238  - Originally posted 11/27/2019. Rating: PG-13

Firelight (Sam Adams x Reader) Complete; 1/1. - WC: 4,017 - Originally posted 1/20/2020. Rating: M

[the-purity-pen]

THE PURITY PEN KINKTOBER 2021

here is my list for what i plan to write for kinktober this year! i’m very excited to share some of what i’ve been writing lately and i truly hope you all enjoy it!

there will be no taglist specifically for this as 99% of these characters are ben barnes characters and I already have a taglist for him and my permanent taglist.

if you do not wish to see these fics, please block the tag #tppkinktober2021 as this is also the tag i’ll be using to share other works as well.

Without further ado, the list under the cut:

Readers in these fics are either AFAB or Fem but mostly will be AFAB with no pronouns used. All Fics will be labeled appropriately.

Face-sitting -  Benjamin Greene

Threesome - Biker!Billy Russo x Biker!Frank Castle

Exhibitionism - Logan Delos

Knife play - Billy Russo

Lap dances - Frank Castle

Food play - Benjamin Greene

Object insertion - The Darkling

Cunnilingus - Billy Russo

Hate/Angry Sex - Logan Delos

Hickey/biting marks - Nick Tortano

Mirror sex - Benjamin Greene

Begging - The Darkling

Edging/Orgasm Denial - Logan Delos

Bath/Shower - Billy Russo

Gun Play - Nick Tortano

Nipple play - The Darkling

Pegging - Billy Russo

Sex Work/Prostitution - Logan Delos

Overstimulation - Billy Russo

Phone sex - Benjamin Greene

Dirty talk - Nick Tortano

Praise kink - Billy Russo

Squirting - Logan Delos

Lactation - Benjamin Greene

Titty fucking - Frank Castle

Latex/leather - The Darkling

Aftercare - Nick Tortano

Teasing - Benjamin Greene

Gender swap - The Darkling

Temperature play - Billy Russo

WILD CARD  - Benjamin Greene

[ificouldhelpyouforget]

Autumn in New York

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A/N: Go have a listen to the song with Louis Armstrong and Ella Fitzgerald. It’s kinda perfect. It may not fit the story well, but I like it (I listened to the first minutes of it). This is my first go at Logan Delos, so fingers crossed I got his personality right. This takes place post what we’ve seen in Westworld and Logan is very much alive and healthy because he deserves it.

Pairing: Logan Delos x OC (I couldn’t decide for reader or OC and I think I wrote it better for OC – feel free to insert yourself if you prefer)

Rating: M because of language and a lot of steamy suggestions.

Words: 3.1k

Tags: @suchatinyinfinity @drinix @thisisparadisemylove @the-blind-assassin-12 @its-my-little-dumpster-fire

I pretty much tagged everyone who I’ve been communicating with pretty regularly here. If you don’t want to be on this list for future fics, please tell me. If you’re not tagged and want to be, also please tell me. If I forgot to tag you, I’m so sorry. 😭

The soft taps of rain on the window stirs Iris from her sleep. She blinks several times to take in the grey light spilling into the room. As the rain eases off, she sighs. Fall rain always puts her in the best mood even if California doesn’t see the season the same as the rest of the country.

Iris snuggles into the comforter, twisting around to the other side of the bed. Her gentle smile disappears. She sits up.

He isn’t next to her like he should be.

Her mind already thinks the worst. He finally got bored of her and found someone – or several someones – to spend his time with. Or worse, he relapsed because something his father said came back to haunt him. The horrifying image of him lying dead on the floor with a needle nearby is too much.

I swear to God, Delos... I’ll bring you back just to kill you myself.

Iris doesn’t usually think the worst of her boyfriend, but sometimes those thoughts she pushed down long ago resurface and let her imagination run. No amount of reassurance seems to eliminate her fears of losing him.

Iris bolts from bed to the bathroom finding it empty. It’s a good sign, she hopes. She pulls on her clothes from the night before just as her phone rings. His name sits at the top of her screen.

“Where the fuck are you?” Her voice sounds more panicked than she wants.

“Good morning to you, too. Did someone wake up on the wrong side of my bed? Don’t answer that. Make yourself pretty and meet me at the park.”

“It’s too early for this, Logan.”

“It’s almost noon. Just get your cute ass outta bed and get there.”

Iris groans. “Which one?”

“You know the one, Princess.” And he hangs up.

As much as she hates it, Iris does exactly what Logan asked in her fastest time yet. Bundled up for the chillier weather and rain, Iris grabs her phone, purse, and keys as she rushes out the door. The sooner she finds Logan, the sooner her heart can rest easy.

–––––

Logan is nowhere in sight when she arrives. Iris sighs and plops on a bench protected from the rain. She’s pretty sure it’s the same bench Logan asked her on a date in a rather crass manner. She loved it. She loved him even then.

Her phone interrupts her thoughts.

“You there?” Logan sounds too pleased.

“Yes. Why aren’t you here? What the hell are you doing?”

“Here’s the thing, I wasn’t planning on showing up there. I’m not even in California right now.”

“You better be fucking joking, Delos. You didn’t say anything about going on a trip.”

“Yeah because it’s not a work trip. It’s a trip for you.”

Iris chuckles darkly. “It makes things a little difficult when I’m still here.”

“Don’t worry. There’s a car that should be pulling up right about now.

Lo and behold, a black sedan pulls into the parking lot, the driver getting out to open the back door for her.

“I don’t have any clothes for the trip.”

“Already taken care of. I had a suitcase sent here.”

“Where is ‘here’ exactly?”

“Now that would ruin the surprise.”

“I’m gonna kick your ass when I see you. Did you actually pack me clothes or am I gonna be stuck in my underwear the whole time?”

She hears him chuckle. “That’s an image I never want to forget. I’ll see you in a few hours, sweetheart.” And he hangs up on her again.

“Dammit, Logan.”

“Miss Stevens,” the driver says, catching Iris’ attention. “Mr. Delos has requested a ride to the airport for you.”

“I just heard. Thanks.”

She quickly gets up and climbs into the car. Once the door shuts, she leans against the window and shoots Logan a threatening text. All she gets back is the kissy face emoji.

–––––

Logan Delos is on the tarmac when the plane lands. Of course he never lets her fly in anything other than his private jet. Not that she ever expects him to spoil her on a regular basis. She didn’t choose to be with him for his money. She loves him for who he is.

And he looks so handsome with his obnoxiously large grin, his dark hair moving with the wind, his facial hair perfect like always, and his body clad in casual, yet immaculate clothes. There’s never a day Logan doesn’t look good to Iris. Even when he was too thin from his addiction, Logan was a vision. Now he carries himself with more confidence – genuine confidence – and Iris can hardly contain herself around him.

Iris climbs down the steps and runs to him, her threat to kick his ass forgotten. Logan pulls her into a heated open-mouthed kiss. Her fingers play with his beard even after he pulls away.

“I should piss you off more often,” Logan grins.

“How about you don’t do that and instead explain why you flew me out to New York when we could have a perfectly fine day back home.”

“You’ll see.”

She groans. “C’mon, Logan. Please?”

He kisses her shortly. “Mm. I expect to hear those words later tonight.”

“Don’t be gross when I’m asking you a question. What’re we doing here?”

“Be patient, Princess. We need to go to the hotel first.”

“I’m not having sex with you until I know what’s going on, Logan.” Iris pokes his chest. “I was so worried when I woke up this morning and you weren’t there.”

A look of something akin to disappointment crosses his face. Iris guiltily apologizes under her breath before kissing his cheek.

Logan takes her hand, a smile back on his face, and he tugs her behind him as he starts toward the car parked in a small private lot. “We’re going to the hotel so you can change. Is everything about sex with you?”

“Bastard.” There’s a small smile on her face. As long as he’s smiling, she’s happy.

Logan presses his mouth to hers roughly before opening the car door. “You love me anyway.”

I do. Too damn much, Logan.

–––––

When Iris comes out of the bathroom after changing and doing her makeup like Logan asked, she’s greeted by that very man and a cup of something from a coffee shop. She takes it from him when he holds it out after kissing her deeply.

“What’s this?”

“Some basic white girl drink for the season. Figured you’d like it.”

“Because you think I’m a basic white girl?” Iris raises an eyebrow and takes a sip. “It’s good.”

“Told ya.”

“Okay. I have a drink. What’s next Logan? What is this surprise you have for me?”

Logan reaches in his back pocket and takes out a silk blindfold. The look on his face suggests he has a less than appropriate use for it so Iris rolls her eyes.

He smirks. “You can’t see where we’re going. So you get to wear a blindfold.”

“Somehow I think you’re gonna take advantage of me being blind.”

“Do you trust me?”

That’s a stupid question. “Always.”

His smirk grows into a smile as he places the fabric over Iris’ eyes. With practiced hands, he ties it securely around her head. His fingers trail down her neck before disappearing completely. That’s when he presses his lips to hers greedily.

Iris wraps her arms around is shoulders instinctually, warmth filling her body when their fronts press together. Logan’s hand immediately cups her butt, causing her to pull away and gasp.

“You look too fuckable like this,” Logan says in her ear. “But I promised I wouldn’t do anything.” He kisses her softly.

Iris sighs and pushes Logan away. “You can’t just do that, Logan.”

He laughs. “I will make all your dirty dreams come true tonight. For now, I have something else in mind. Well, I don’t actually. But I’ve had this planned for years.”

“Years? Where are you taking me?”

Iris zeros in on his hand resting against the small of her back and the warm kiss left on the side of her head.

“To Wonderland, Princess.”

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An unseen hour – give or take – goes by. Iris knows three things: they’re driving somewhere far, Logan can’t keep his hands off her thigh, and her drink is long gone. The latte of the pumpkin variety was the only thing keeping her from counting the turns.

This feels like a curvy road. How many turns did we make at the start? Shit. Where the hell is Logan taking me?

“Almost there,” Logan says. His voice sounds lighter, happy.

Sure enough, the car stops a few minutes later and Logan helps Iris out of her seat.

“We have to hike.”

Iris crosses her arms and faces the direction she heard Logan. “How far?”

He takes her hand and pulls her against him. “Not far. I can carry you if you want, Your Majesty.”

“I have legs, Logan.”

“And they look perfect in those leggings.”

Iris steps back when Logan’s hands meandered down to her butt... again. “Logan.”

“Fine. C’mon.”

Logan’s hands stay firmly on her waist as he guides her along the path to his destination. Iris holds her hands in front of her to keep anything from hitting her face, which Logan assures her – rather sensually in her ear – there’s nothing to worry about.

Another few minutes go by until Logan makes Iris stop. He drags his hands across her middle as he positions her where he wants her to be. Once he’s finished, he kisses her while reaching behind to untie the blindfold.

“Keep your eyes shut until I say.”

Iris nods, too focused on how good he smells and the fan of his breath across her face. Goddammit, Logan. How did I get so lucky to have you?

The blindfold disappears and Iris feels Logan shift around her. He wraps his arms around her stomach, pulling her back against his chest, and rests his chin on her shoulder. That’s when he tells her she can look.

In front of her is the prettiest sight she’s ever seen.

Hills of red, oranges, and yellows span across the horizon. Nestled in the midst of the color is a glassy lake that reflects the scene. A cabin is hidden just off the lake, giving Iris the ultimate autumn vibe just staring at it. It’s incredible and something she’s only seen in photos and her dreams.

Logan steps away to lounge back against a tree with a smug grin on his face. It grows when Iris’ eyes scan across the things beside him. Her mouth falls open slightly.

There’s a large blanket with a full spread of fall foods from caramel apples to green bean casserole. A bottle of wine with two wine glasses sit in the center surrounded by LED lighted candles.

“Logan... This... This is beautiful.”

He shrugs and places his hands behind his head looking mighty pleased with himself.

Iris goes to him and kneels down so she can kiss him hard. His hands immediately grab her to pull her onto his lap so he can be the one in control. She sighs and presses up to him. It feels right to be there with him.

“I should bring you here more often.” Logan nibbles on her throat.

“How’d you find it?” Her fingers spread into his beard and trail up into his dark hair while he gives her skin his full attention.

“I’m just lucky.”

“I think I’m the lucky one, babe,” she says while looking into his dark expressive eyes.

“I don’t know, Princess. You’re unbelievably sexy.”

Iris kisses his cheek. “And I mistook you for a host when we met again after not seeing you for years, Logan. You looked so perfect in black with that hat on your head. I thought there was no way you could be real. I hardly recognized you.”

Logan captures her mouth. “Am I real enough for you now?”

She hums and leaves short kisses on Logan’s lips and face.

“I hate to cut this short, but some of this food tastes better warm. If you want it hot, you’ve gotta start eating.”

“I do like it hot,” she purrs, kissing him once more before climbing off his lap.

“You’re a fucking tease, Iris.”

“And you’re the best damn boyfriend I’ve ever had.” She takes a large bite out of a caramel apple and moans. “Where did you get all this food?”

“I know a guy.” Logan gets up to sit next to her.

“One of your many conquests?”

He shrugs and pulls a marshmallow off the sweet potatoes. “Probably.”

The soft breeze rustles the leaves, as sound that can be heard across the hills. Iris closes her eyes and listens to nature doing what it does best.

“Thank you for this, Logan.”

“Anything for you.”

They lean closer to give each other a loud and short kiss.

–––––

The sun is low on the horizon, the leftover food packed back in the picnic basket, and the wine open in front of them.

Iris takes a large swig. “So this is what you’ve been planning for years? Taking me into this autumn dream, stuffing me with good food and wine, and watching the sun set the hills on fire?”

He chuckles. “More or less.”

“Did we actually know each other when you thought this up? We weren’t close until I came back.”

“Those years where you went to college don’t count. If I recall, you were in love with me since Juliet had to babysit you. She brought you to our house and the moment you wandered into my room, you were hooked.”

“Shut up, Logan. I was not. I didn’t know I loved you until we went to Westworld the first time together and you went all heroic to save me from some gang. I barely knew the difference between men and women when I was a kid.”

Logan kisses her softly, hand bunching up her black hair. “You still had a crush on me. You’d get all flustered when I came into a room... You followed me everywhere.”

“Your house was a maze and Juliet spent hours talking on the phone. I was bored and didn’t want to get lost.”

“That went on into high school, sweetheart. Then you walked in on me with a girl. You stopped following me after that.”

Iris shrugs and snuggles into his side. “I wasn’t keen on seeing you have sex with someone else.”

“It doesn’t stop you now.”

“Well... They’re hosts... And I’m usually involved.”

“So it’s a jealousy thing then.”

She sighs and rolls her eyes. “If that helps you sleep at night. Sure.”

Logan smirks and stuffs his free hand in his jacket pocket.

The sun continues to fall under the horizon until the only lights out there come from the cabin in the distance and the LED candles on the blanket.

Iris looks at Logan while he rests with his eyes shut. The fake candlelight makes his skin glow. His facial hair seems even darker in the subtle light. He’s so... perfect.

His eyes open and shift toward her. A grin slides on his face before he leans in to give her a heated kiss. It’s almost too much.

Before she knows it, they lie down on the ground, Logan hovering over her. Iris wraps her arms around his shoulders and stares up at him lovingly. God I’m so glad he’s here... that he exists... that he’s alive and okay.

“Marry me.”

Iris blinks. “W-What?”

“You heard me.”

“You’re not playing a prank on me, are you?”

Logan groans and sits up, the moment lost. “Is everything out of my mouth a fucking joke?”

Iris also sits up and hugs Logan close. Don’t fuck this up for him, Iris. Fix it! “No. Sometimes I just can’t tell when you’re being genuinely serious. That’s all.” She nuzzles her face into his shoulder. “Talk to me, Logan.”

“I want to marry you, Iris.” He chews on his bottom lip. “You’re the only person who doesn’t think I’m a fuck up. You saved me from the bullshit my father said about me, the things that nearly killed me. I can take on the whole goddamn world because of you. I don’t intend to live the rest of my life – however short it might be – without you in it, all right?.”

“Okay,” Iris nods and looks out at the lake reflecting the few stars visible at twilight. She looks back at him with a smirk. “You gonna give me a ring or are you hoping your words are enough?”

Logan laughs and digs out a black felt box from his pocket. He opens it and pulls out an enormous ring with a big black diamond in the center. Smaller jewels form two tiny flowers around it. He slips it onto her ring finger. Iris doesn’t care that the ring is gaudy.

“Did today end with a proposal when you planned it years ago?”

“Definitely. But the night’s not over yet.”

“No? What else could you possibly have left for me today?”

Logan’s lips take hers. His hands tangle in her hair so he can angle her head to get better access to her jawline and neck. Of course he waits until her lips are thoroughly red and plump from his constant nipping. He lies her on the ground again with no intention of letting her back up.

“In the middle of a forest, Logan? Really?”

“We’ve fucked in the middle of nowhere in Westworld. Here has quite a bit more privacy, don’t you think?”

Iris laughs, her whole body moving with the sound. “You’re one of a kind, Logan Delos.”

“I love you, too,” he smirks. “You ready for the best night of your life, Princess?”

She grabs the back of his neck and forces him closer. Before they kiss again, Iris licks his lips, catching the end of his nose with her tongue. Logan tries to kiss her for it, but she holds him back.

“Show me what it will be like to be Mrs. Logan Delos, hmm?”

He curses, closing his eyes for a second. “This won’t last long if you say things like that.”

“Then do something about it, Delos.”

It was a good thing no one was actually at the cabin that night. Even at a distance, it was impossible to mistake the sounds from two adventurous lovers.

[thecoffeeshopforwriters]

Here are a few writers who are active in the fanfiction Community. So if you want to talk with them, or read their stories, or become friends with them… go ahead! Let’s make a stronger network!

The Admins

This blog was created by two crazy writers! Here we are… 

Carole aka @padfootagain (little bio written by Jenna) :

Carole is your go-to person when you need someone to talk about your ideas to. There’s no other person who gets so excited about them and makes you excited as well. Being very sweet and silly and lovely, it’s easy to befriend with her. Her title Queen of Fluff is not a lie; she’s a genius when it comes to writing fluff! It’s her main genre but she writes about other topics as well. Her fandoms go to the ends of the galaxy and back, from Star Wars and MCU to Potter and Ben Barnes’ characters. She is full of love and supporting everyone as the lovely person she is.

Masterlist

Jenna aka @madamrogers ( @madamrogersstorytelling for her fics) (little bio written by Carole) : 

Besides being the loveliest human being around here, Jenna is immensely talented. She can write basically anything, from some fluffy fanfiction to a dark themed piece, or even some beautiful poetry. From the MCU to Ben Barnes’s characters and a few actors, she can write for a lot of fandoms. And did I mention that she is the sweetest girl? Cause she is.

Masterlist

Tons Of Amazing Writers

Beth aka @marvelcapsicle​:

Beth is an absolute sweetheart and is immensely talented! She is going to tear your hurt apart with angst and then put it back together and you’re going to love every second of it. She has written a lot for the Marauders, but is now more focusing on the MCU, and in particular for Steve Rogers.

Masterlist

Filia aka @fortisfiliae:

Filia is very kind and has a way to touch your heart with her stories! She writes some of the best pieces for the Marauders. She is active for the HP fandom.

Masterlist

Bandit aka @banditthewriter:

Bandit is a sweetheart, and such an amazing writer! She is the specialist for Billy Russo. She also writes for several other Ben Barnes’ characters like Caspian and Logan, along with the MCU, GoT, Lucifer and the Marvel series.

Masterlist I et II

Rachael aka @something-tofightfor

Rachael is the one of the nicest people around this site and her series for Billy is very intriguing. She writes for most of Ben’s character, Ben as himself and Frank Castle.

Masterlist

Mila aka @carol-damn-vers

Mila is an absolutely sweetheart and the most supportive there is. She just recently came back and deserves all the love she can get, her stories are incredible! She writes for MCU and HP as well as some MCU actors.

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Erin aka @whostheblondegirl (@whostheblondegirlwriting for her fics)

Erin is very wonderful and inspiring person who writes a lot. Her main fandom is MCU but she writes for MCU actors as well. You can find OCs as well as reader inserts from her fics that are often very long and full of details.

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Cait aka @siriusblackfoot

Cait is extremely talented and very kind. She’ll give you tons of feels (and occasionally some smut…). She writes amongts the best fics for Sirius and the Marauders.

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Sofia aka @wizardwritings

How many nights have I spent reading her Sirius fics? I have lost count. She will keep you up all night with her brilliant fics. She writes for various characters of the HP fandom.

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Lex aka @delos-mio

She’s going to turn your heart into pieces with all these angst and feelings, and turn you into a sinner with her smut. But she writes so well and is a sweetheart, so you will find out that it’s worth it. She writes a lot for Logan and Thor, but also for other Marvel characters and Ben Barnes’ characters.

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Scarlett aka @snarledblack

Lette is an amazing person and is extremely talented! She writes wonderful pieces for the Marauders, and especially Sirius, and also for various HP characters. She also wrote an amazing fic for Caspian that I recommend to all romantics!

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Laura aka @blacklilyqueen

Laura writes so much angst, she will make you curl up in a ball and cry like a baby and you will love it! She writes for the HP fandom, and a lot for the blackinnon ship.

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Nanda aka @brien-odylan & @blackinnon-paradise

Nanda is another master of angst, and a master of plot-twists! She will make you go ‘WHAT?!’ and get you overexcited. As a bonus, she’s an absolute cutie. She writes for Dylan O’Brien and Tyler Posey on her main blog @brien-odylan and for the blackinnon ship on @blackinnon-paradise.

Masterlist for actors and for blackinnon

@obscurilicious

So many fics to drown into! She has several blogs for her different fandoms and characters, but I’ll give you a link for her collected masterlist. You’ll find tons of things for the Marauders and Ben Barnes’ characters.

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Kira aka @that-bwitch

Kira is very talented and a sweetheart! She writes for several HP characters, a few Ben Barnes’ characters and Poe Dameron.

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Kami aka @kboogie09

Kami is very kind and funny and she is amazingly talented! She has a way with words that make all the feelings go right to your heart. She has written some of the best Poe Dameron fanfics out here, and she writes for several characters in the SW and MCU fandoms as well.

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Melissa aka @i-said-goddameron

Oh dear… Melissa is an absolute cinnamon roll but also a first class sinner. If you want some Poe Dameron smut, she should be your go-to writer. But don't think that it’s all about smut with her! She also writes the most heartbreaking angst there is. As I said, she writes for the SW fandom.

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@shenanigans-and-imagines

Such an amazing being and writer! So many touching stories, and she has a way with words that will touch your very soul. She is active in the SW, the Magnificent Seven and MCU fandom.

Masterlist and the one for her drabbles

Rose aka @spectre-leader

You might have known her as @cobalt-one and I am still so pissed at tumblr for making her vanish for a few weeks by deleting her blog for some reason. Anyways, besides being an absolute cutipie, she is extremely talented and writes so beautifully! She will give you tons of feels and you’ll love it, so treat yourself! She writes for the SW fandom, and in particular for Poe Dameron.

Allie aka @yourhufflepufftrash

Allie is an absolute sweetheart and writes adorable and wonderful fics for several characters of the HP fandom. You should give it a read!

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Laura aka @thevalesofanduin

Laura is super sweet and writes absolutely beautifully. Her style is amazing! She writes mainly for Star Trek and SW.

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Lani aka @propertyofpoeandbucky

This girl is so cute and funny! Also, expect a lot of fics!! She writes the most sinful smut as well and some amazing stories. She writes for a lot of fandoms, I will let you get through her masterlist for the details, but she writes mainly for SW and the MCU.

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Dani aka @illshowyourhurricanes

She is one of the sweetest people around here and her writing is just as sweet and cute. She mainly writes for Ben Barnes’ characters.

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Lori aka @loriwrites

This woman is an absolute sweetheart. Even though her blog is closed for business, her masterlist is still full of Sebastian Stan and some others who she blesses us with.

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Maya aka @prettyyoungtragedy - proposed by @pitubea1910

@pitubea1910 : Her writings and stories are my favourite in this whole site, I swear! She's the queen of the angst and cliffhangers! She specially writes for Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers and I'm a sucker for her stories. Plus, she's the loveliest girl ever!

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Iz aka @meetyourmouths - proposed by @pitubea1910

@pitubea1910 : Her writings are about Harry Styles and, for me, her way of describing Harry and just writing him is so so accurate. I honestly recommend her blog if you're looking for any Harry styles story, you'll be more than amazed

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@inkinflux - proposed by an anon

anon: She has many (and by many, I mean MANY) fics that you’d read again and again for the feels. She mainly writes for SW, HP, and other miscellaneous fandoms. Please check her out (I promise you won’t regret) 

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Megan aka @goodomensblog

Amazing, amazing writing style that will either break your heart or make it melt. Fantastic descriptions too that really get you into the story. The blog is for Ineffable Husbands (Good Omens).

Darcy aka @forineffablereasons

Wonderful writer, her fics will make your melt. She’s also very nice as a person, so it’s always nice to see her posts. This blog is for Good Omens.

Kara aka @hellotherekenobi​ (main blog: @karasong​)

Kara writes amazing fanfics for Star Wars, with a very poetic style! She writes some of the best Obi-Wan fics on this website!

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@just-the-hiddles​ - proposed by @redfoxwritesstuff​

@redfoxwritesstuff​ : @just-the-hiddles​ does awesome writing for Loki in the MCU and RPF for Tom Hiddleston.

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@hopelessromanticspoonie - proposed by @redfoxwritesstuff​

@redfoxwritesstuff​ : @hopelessromanticspoonie writes disabled reader inserts for Loki and Tom hiddleston. 

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@nonsensicalobsessions - proposed by @redfoxwritesstuff​

@redfoxwritesstuff​ : @nonsensicalobsessions​ writes Tom hiddleston rpf that can be rather heartbreaking at times. Everyone needs some heartbreak lol

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@coyotesongwriting​ - proposed by @redfoxwritesstuff​

@coyotesongwriting​ also writes within the mcu and tends to be on the angsty side

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[illshowyourhurricanes]

Fan Fiction Ask Game

@madamrogers tagged me here, and I figured since it’s directly fanfic related, I’d post it in my side blog that I use exclusively for writing. I’m probably going to have to skip a lot of these, but I’m a work in progress!

Thank you for reading!

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

Personal experience that I’m constantly wishing I had, sure! Really though, the basic premise for Oh, Christmas Tree used to happen annually- my family would always go to a Christmas tree farm and choose/purchase our Christmas tree from there when I was a kid.

C: What member do you identify with most?

If by “member” the writer of this ask means “character”... it’s, oddly enough, never the reader. There’s a certain level of obscurity that has to be draped over the reader, so I feel more identification with the characters I write for (Ryan Brenner, Billy Russo, Logan Delos-- more to come!) and have the opportunity to expand upon.

D: Is there a song or a playlist to associate with [insert fic]?

I rarely listen to music while I write, especially lately since my attention span is a complete joke!

E: If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it be about?

I could see expanding on my one-shot Perfect Strangers if I had to write a sequel. I sort of like it how it is, though. And my really crappy text drabble has the potential to turn into something amazing if @dylanobrusso and her incredible writings are any indication!

G: Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

I have always, always written from start to finish. I feel like things come more naturally and cohesively in that way. One of my current WIPs is the first thing I’ve ever written that’s out of order, and it’s taking me ages to fill in the middle! I don’t hate it, though. It’s an interesting perspective to write by!

H: How would you describe your style?

Desciption, descripton, description. Loads of internal dialogue as well as surroundings in the setting, etc. I’m a visual learner and have a technicolor imagination. Terrible when it comes to dialogue! It’s like I lose all sense of language.

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

Most of my ideas include a fair amount of angst, which is sort of ironic considering the tiny bit that I’ve posted so far is pure fluff. Also, my ideas are few and far between, so I’m not sharing!

L: How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

I usually just ask people to do me the huge favor of being a beta a few dozen times. Besides getting their critiques and tweaking what needs to be tweaked, I usually just read over things once or twice

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

I have a friends-to-enemies-to-lovers type trope thing planned for one character (I haven’t decided on which yet),  another very vague idea based around Billy Russo in the Marines, and one more brewing for Ryan Brenner. There’s also one request I’m working on that’s slowly killing me.

O: How do you begin a story–with the plot, or the characters?

Usually, plot (or, more likely, tiny dialogue scenes) come to me and then I choose the character accordingly.

Q: How do you feel about collaborations?

I think collaborations have the potential to be amazing! Meticulously planning things out could be fun, but I think that allowing the person(s) you’re collaborating with to use their creative freedom as they wish could be a lot of fun, even as something as simple as a writing exercise.

U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

In no particular order...

@logans-chestnuts (and family): One of the series written by this writer was what got me hooked into the world of fanfiction reading and writing again.The way Logan’s voice is captured in these fics along with the hilarity that ensues gets my attention every time.

@something-tofightfor: I was hooked to the style of your writing after the first paragraph of HNH. I love all the description, your ability to transport a reader into the time and setting of what you’ve written, and all of your depictions of various characters are so spot-on.

@dylanobrusso: How do you write in such a stunning way? Never have I seen another writer do things the way you do, in such an effortless way, day in and day out. I’m so glad you started posting your drabbles!

And because it’s my ask and I’ll break rules if I want to...

@banditthewriter: I stumbled upon your masterlist around the same time I did @logans-chestnuts and it’s been frequented ever since! You have such a talent, thank you for sharing that with us!

@breanime: I just adore you. Your way with words brings so many emotions with it, and it just seems completely effortless. I fall in love with everything you do.

@madamrogers and @diegohoegreeves  and @luckysstrikes and  everyone I’m unfortunately forgetting, thank you for being brave enough to share with us!

W: Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones?

I’m a whore for dialogue prompts. I have an entire notebook full of them.

X: A character you enjoy making suffer.

I don’t enjoy it, per se, but suffering has to be involved even just a tad bit, right?

Y: A character you want to protect.

Above all others, Ryan Brenner. But I want to show Logan and BIlly the power of genuine love, too.

Z: Major character death–do you ever write/read it? Is there a character whose death you can’t tolerate?

I actually haven’t read or written a major character death but I know that if/when I ever do, it’s going to destroy me.

[something-tofightfor]

I am woefully behind on reblogging these as individuals, but all three of the stories she has published for this “series” are fantastic. Specifically “Nameday”.

Do yourself a favor and read them NOW.

smoochfest extravaganza masterlist

*thank you to everyone who sent requests for this event!!

Angelfish - Ezra (prospect)

Nochebuena - Javi Peña

Nameday - Oberyn Martell

Distraction - Javi Peña - coming soon!!

??? - Din Djarin

??? - Oberyn Martell

??? - Logan Delos

BONUS SMOOCH:

??? - Marcus Pike

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Lani's 8k Follower Celebration

I'm gonna switch things up for this type of celebration. Instead of just drabbles, I'm going to do Crossover Drabbles. So different fandoms/franchises interacting! Like Poe talking to Bucky or Sirius Black chillin with Logan Delos, etc, etc.

They'll still be reader-inserts of course. But yeah.

Send in a pairing or crossover you'd like for me to write a drabble about!

Thanks for 8k followers! You're the best dudes eveeeerr!!

[something-tofightfor]

500 Word Kiss Challenge: Logan Delos

Pairing: Logan Delos x tattooed female reader insert (Ink/Ransom)

Word Count: 500

Rating: M (mentions of past trauma, established relationship, william is a massive dickhead)

Scenario: A kiss on the beach

“You realize that we’re out in the open, right?” You were laying on a towel on your stomach, watching as Logan dug in the sand with both hands, letting it run through his fingers into small piles in front of his bent legs. “Anyone could see us.”

“They won’t.” He turned his head toward you and blinked, shrugging his shoulders. “Promise.” With a sigh, you pushed yourself into a sitting position, still eyeing him. “What?” “How can you be so sure? I mean, things still haven’t died down, and Delos is still trying to deal with the fallout from -” “From what?” He was smiling, the sunglasses on his face covering his eyes from you. “From William going to fucking jail? From Juliet divorcing him?” You shuddered, and he watched as you curled the fingers of one hand protectively over your stomach, the scar there faded but still visible. Goddammit. “Hey, I’m sorry, I-”

“Yeah, Logan.” You swallowed hard. “From all that. And instead of staying there to deal with it, you put us on a plane and -” He swiped the sand piles away and reached for you, waiting until you took his hand to pull you closer to him urging you onto his lap so that you were facing him, legs on either side of his body. “I wanted it to be just the two of us.” His thumb firmly pressed to the front of your shoulder - the spot he’d tattooed - Logan used his other hand to trace your side and lower back, fingers following the patterns there though he couldn’t see them. “Wanted to get away from all that bullshit, like I promised you.” “But how do you know, Logan? That no one will -” “I own the island.” You froze, and he watched as your eyes went wide. “That’s how I know.” 

“Loga-” He reached up with one hand, removing the sunglasses and tossing them down to stare into your eyes. “That day in the pool? When I told you we’d take a vacation?” You nodded, confusion on your features. “I started lookin’ that night. Found this place a couple days later, and bought it.” 

“Why?” You whispered the word, and he saw the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. “Why this -” “I wanted to. For you. For us.” He gestured toward the house with his chin, wrinkling his nose. “For me.” He leaned in, forehead pressed to yours. “Needed it.” I did. I do. He heard the waves crashing behind you, seabirds flying overheard - but all Logan felt was you in his arms, the weight of you on his legs. “You did promise, Delos.” You were stroking the back of his neck with one hand, the other one on his shoulder. “So.” Inhaling deeply, you straightened up, eyeing him. “Got me all to yourself. What’re we gonna do now?” He grinned when you did, leaning in to kiss you - gently at first, and then with more urgency, teeth tugging on your lower lip. “Enjoy it, darlin’.” 

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