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something-tofightfor · 4 years

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High Roller - 1

Pairing: Logan Delos x Reader (HCtS)

Word Count: 7393

Rating: M (only for language, and maybe a few mentions of Logan’s past)... this is as tame as it gets otherwise.

Author’s Note: This week, we’ve seen not one but TWO pieces of Logan content that have left me with massive frowns on my face because of the subject matter. This isn’t that. This is Logan at his happiest, Logan getting what he deserves... and you all getting what you’ve been waiting for for a LONG time.

Summary: The night that you become Mrs. Logan Delos for the first time is very unconventional, but it’s exactly what both of you need - and deserve.

“Yep. That works. There are only four of us.” You drummed your fingers on the surface of the table, nodding. “We need to keep it -” You grinned. “Yes.” Perfect. “I can pay now or -”

“That won’t be necessary.” The woman on the other end of the line sounded excited, and you couldn’t help but laugh. Logan Delos’ secret wedding? That’s a story. “We’re very familiar with Mr. Delos, and we have no issues with you paying on site.” You reached up with one hand to scrub your fingers over your face, the metal of your engagement ring cool against your skin. I’m… “I do have a few more questions for you, though, so that we can start getting things in order, but eight hours is more than enough time to get this done.” Thank God. For the next few minutes, you answered the woman’s questions, picking out flowers, telling her that you didn’t need any of the frills of a wedding package; just the basics, along with someone to document it for you. Right before hanging up, she confirmed everything you’d discussed, ending the call with a cheerful laugh and reassurance. “Someone will call you around four to confirm everything.”

“That sounds perfect, I’ll go ahead and give you Logan’s number too, I still need to go and find a dress somewhere without it -”

“If you’re looking to stay close to the Strip, the Forum Shops or even Fashion Show are good, and you’ll definitely be able to find something.” I was going to leave the area, but that makes sense. “Even on such short notice.” Thanking her for the idea, you gave the woman Logan’s phone number, telling her to try you first when things were confirmed, and then hung up. Alright. Get dressed.

Standing, you moved through the living room and back into the bedroom you and Logan had shared, pawing through your suitcase and finding a pair of shorts and a shirt, pulling them on before you left the room and stepped out onto the balcony. Though there were almost no hotels in the city with windows that opened, you and Logan had chosen the Cosmopolitan because it had a balcony, allowing you the opportunity to sit high above the bright lights, taking in the view. “Get everything taken care of?” You nodded at the man, who was leaning back in one of the chairs, feet propped up on a small stool. It’s unfair how put together he looks after last night. “Good. Just got off the phone with the airport, the jet’s leaving in less than an hour, and Juliet and Mark will be here by 5 at the latest, does that work?” Stepping over to Logan, you pointed at his lap, raising one eyebrow and watching as he rolled his eyes. “You’re seriously askin’?”

He reached for you, his hands landing at your hips as he pulled you downward, urging you to settle on his lap before he encircled you with his arms, chin resting on your shoulder. “Had to call a couple places, Logan, but I found somewhere that can get us in tonight.” You paused. “I had to offer them to pay for our… for us and for the final three hours of time that they’d be open today to keep people out.” Logan took a deep breath, grip on you tightening. “I didn’t want to, because it was expensive, but I didn’t know if you wanted people to -”

“They’re gonna find out anyway.” He turned his head, lips finding the side of your neck. “And it might even be later tonight, but…” You felt his beard against your skin as he rubbed his cheek against it. “By then, it won’t matter… and until then, I’ll take all the privacy with you that I can get.”

“You’re not mad? You didn’t even ask how much -” He scoffed, arms tightening.

“It doesn’t matter.” You shifted so that you could look at him, brow furrowed. “I don’t care what it costs, you wanted this to happen today, and I want this to happen today, and if I’ve gotta buy out a Las Vegas wedding chapel to make it happen, that’s fine.” Your heart began to beat faster, and you saw in Logan’s eyes that he meant it. “Which one did you pick?” At his question, you actually laughed, reaching up to run your fingers through Logan’s hair. This is gonna be good.

“It’s called the Little Church of the West.” He raised an eyebrow but stayed silent. “I tried at the Flamingo and Caesar’s, but -”

“It’s perfect.” You watched him smile, the sunlight changing the look in his eyes and making the brown brighter - which made him look younger at the same time. Oh, Logan. “It’s the one that’s it’s own property, right? Not attached to a casino?”

“How do you know that, Lo? Been there before? There something I need to worry about?” It was his turn to laugh, Logan leaning in to kiss you, his lips resting against yours for long moments. You know I’m kidding, right?

“No.” He spoke without pulling away, his hold on you tightening. “I mighta looked up some places while we were on the plane.” What? We weren’t even… “I didn’t know if I’d ask you this trip, but …” Logan shrugged, straightening up. “I like to be ready.” I know you do. Rather than replying, you just tilted your head back down, resting your forehead against Logan’s again. I love you.

“You’re sure, Logan?” You swallowed, feeling his hair slipping through your fingers as you stroked the back of his head. Give him a chance to back out. “Me? Today? Without a -”

“Yes.” You could hear the sincerity in his voice, the tone of it bordering on urgency. “I’m lookin’ at that ring on your finger and now I don’t want to wait. I don’t care about the paperwork, I don’t care about the guest list, I… none of it matters. Only you an’ me.” He pushed you gently, forcing you to lift your head to look at him. “I’m marrying you today, at…” He finally frowned, nose wrinkling. “What time? How long do -”

“Eight.” You pressed your lips together. “I know it’s late, but I need a dress and to get ready, and Mark and Jul-”

“No, that’s perfect.” He reached up to pull your hand away from his head, thumb rubbing over the diamond you wore on your finger. “You’re taking it off before you go out, right? Don’t want anyone to know, or see it, or...” I don’t want to, but yes. With a nod, you confirmed the answer to his question. “That’ll be the last time there’s nothing on this finger, you know that, right?” Raising your eyes from your joined hands to meet his, you watched his lips curve into a smirk - the one you loved so much. I sure do.

“Same goes for you, Logan.” You glanced back down, taking a deep breath as he brought your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “You ready for a ring on that hand of yours?”

“Yep.”

---

Three hours later, you were on your way back from shopping, the handles of multiple bags looped over your arm. You’d been to both shopping areas, starting with the one furthest away, but you hadn’t found the right dress until just before you gave up, trying to figure out what you’d brought that you could wear. But when you’d seen it, you’d known that it was the right one, and as soon as you put it on, glancing at your reflection in the mirror, you fought back tears. It’s perfect.

It wasn’t a typicall wedding, but you were wearing white, knowing that if you didn’t, you’d regret it - and so would Logan. Even though both of you were far from virginal and neither of you were traditional in any sense of the word, marrying Logan needed to be done right - and a white dress was the first step. But it’s still me, you thought as you turned to look at your back in the mirror. And he’s going to love it. Pairing the dress with low, strappy heels in black, that bag joined the others that you’d accumulated, the thought in your mind that if anyone saw you, they wouldn’t even assume that you were shopping for a wedding. No, just out spending Logan’s money, probably.

Even though you knew the truth, you also knew that the tabloids were ruthless, and they had been for years, especially when it came to you. Just give me one day with him. One night, even, where we can enjoy this without… You’d checked both of your names on Google as you traveled between locations, and though there were plenty of people saying that they’d seen Logan in Vegas, there were no pictures, which was a surprise to you, since you’d been to so many places the night before. But as you waited for a light to change so that you could cross one of the busy streets, you heard - and felt - your phone vibrate with an alert. It was nice while it lasted.

The alert linked you to an article about the teo of you in the Chandelier, complete with pictures of you confronting William, the angry look on the blonde man’s face apparent even in the pixelated, zoomed in images, Logan’s expression stony. Well they know we’re here now, there goes hiding. By the time you made it back to your hotel, slipping in through the casino and hurrying to the elevator, there were more pictures and two different stories. You’d been spotted at not only the Chandelier but at the Bellagio, too, and then again at the Beach club, each of the articles mentioning Logan’s birthday in Sin City, as well as calling you the man’s “current” girlfriend or “some woman” in the case of a few tweets and Instagram posts from women that you’d been tagged in. If they only knew.

When you opened the door to your suite, you heard Logan singing in the bathroom, which meant you had time to unpack. Quickly, you sorted through the things you’d bought, removing the tags from your clothes - you’d bought a few shirts and a second, much more casual dress, too - leaving a small box out and on the nightstand. “What’s that?” Startled, you turned to see Logan leaning against the door frame, arms crossed over his bare chest and a pair of dark boxer briefs the only clothing he wore. “ That’s not a dress. What did you buy?”

“You needed a ring.” Swallowing hard, you reached over, picking up the box. Here goes. “So I grabbed one , just to have a placeholder until we -” He moved toward you, biting down on his lip as you held out the box to him. “It’s nothing special, just black tungsten, but…” He flipped the lid of the box open, his eyes on the circular pice of jewelry inside of it. “I thought…”

“I love it.” He was still looking down at what he held in his hands, but you heard how surprised he sounded. “I didn’t think you’d buy… how much was it, I’ll pay you for it.” What?

“No.” You stepped closer to Logan, closing your eyes. “No, this is from me, and it’s not much, but it’s… you can wear it for a couple weeks until we get you a real one.” And it wasn’t your money it was mine, so no one can...

“A real one?” He finally looked up, his eyes wide. “This is real. This is… you picked this out for me, and it…” He bit down on his lower lip, teeth bright and white against it. “I really don’t know what to say.” Speechless Logan was new for you, and you didn’t want to let him flounder for too long, instead stepping forward and putting your arms around his waist.

“I got a dress, Lo.” He froze but recovered quickly, snapping the lid of the box shut and dropping it onto the bed. “I think you’ll like it, it’s…”

“Don’t tell me anything about it.” He began to rock back and forth with you slowly, one hand flat against your back, the fingers of the other curled around your bare arm. “I don’t wanna know until I see it.” Alright, Logan. “We might not be doin’ this the regular way, but I still…” He sighed. “Still wanna give you... “ What? “Look.” Logan sniffed, letting his breath out.. “We’ve never been a traditional … anything.” You had to laugh at that, feeling Logan’s thumb moving over your skin slowly. “And we’re seein’ each other before the ceremony, and we spent the night together last night, and I don’t believe in all that bullshit, but I still… I wanna be surprised with your dress, and so the less I know, the better.”

I get it. I understand. Opening your mouth to reply, you were cut off by the ringing of your phone. Shit. “It’s probably the chapel, Logan, I have to…” He pushed you away, reaching up to run a hand through his wet hair, and you reached into your pocket, pulling out your phone. It’s them. “Hello?”

---

Mark and Juliet landed a little after 5 and were checked into the Cosmopolitan by 6, meeting you and Logan in your room shortly after. He greeted the couple at the door while you sat in front of the mirror in your bedroom, doing your makeup. In the few hours since you’d returned with your dress, you and Logan had been busy - taking a cab downtown to get your marriage license, eating a quick dinner, you taking a shower - and even a few minutes spent sitting in one place was welcome. There’s so much secrecy here. You fought back a frown as you applied your mascara, tucking the tube along with your eyeliner, some concealer, and a few other pieces of makeup into a small bag. Just in case.

You’d be changing into your dress at the chapel, not wanting to risk people seeing you and Logan leaving your hotel together while dressed formally, and the phone call with the wedding planner from the chapel had made other things clear, too. They were sending a car for you and Juliet, and Mark and Logan would be taking a second one a half hour later. You’d have a private room to get dressed and ready, and before Logan got there, you’d be taking a few pictures. While you’d had the option of getting married inside or outside - since you were renting the whole facility, you and Logan decided that inside was the better option - just in case.

“This is ours… I don’t want anyone to…” He seemed flustered, color rising in his cheeks. “It’s stupid, I know, but I don’t want the pictures or a video or… we’re not gettin’ married for them, and if we go outside, there’s a chance someone will ruin it and put it all over the Internet.”

He’d seen the alerts, seen the pictures from the night before, and that had solidified your decision. There was a small, secluded garden that you’d be able to take pictures in together, but the ceremony - with only the four of you, plus whoever was there from the chapel - would take place inside. After that, the four of you would be taking a single car back to your end of the Strip, continuing the night. There would be no reception, no meal. No party, but it didn’t matter to either of you, since the important part of the night would be long over at that point. I’m going to marry Logan. At the thought, you couldn’t keep the smile off of your face, and though you heard the three of them laughing from the other room, you were focused only on your reflection, and the fact that aside from looking a little tired, the only emotion you saw on your face was excitement.

“You ready to become a Delos?” Juliet’s voice carried across the room to you, and you grinned at her reflection, nodding. “I am, too.” She stepped in, walking over and sitting down on the edge of the bed. “He was so nervous. I’ve never seen Logan like that before.” Really? “The only other person that knows is Mark - and I don’t just mean about what’s happening today… I mean Logan even having the ring.” You spun in your chair, facing her. What? “He didn’t tell anyone, because he didn’t want to risk it getting out.”

“How’d he get the ring then, he -” Juliet raised an eyebrow, the smile on her face wide enough to rival her brother’s.

“He and Mark went into the jewelry store, and…” She lifted a hand, waving it back and forth. “Logan picked it out, but the cover story was that it was a new one from Mark for me.” He planned everything, he wanted to make sure… You felt warmth spreading through your chest, unable to form words. “He didn’t want to ruin this, because…” She reached over, putting a hand on your bare knee. “He can’t lose you. Especially because of some gossipy bullshit.”

“He won’t.” You chewed on your lip as you turned back toward the mirror, staring at yourself. “Juliet, I know that I shouldn’t even worry, but… your dad… when he finds out that Logan and I… that there was no prenup, that…”

“Logan doesn’t give a shit what Dad thinks.” She paused. “Well, I take that back. He doesn’t give many shits about it, even though he cares a little more than he did a couple years ago.” You knew that the relationship between Jim and Logan was tenuous at best, but that didn’t mean you wanted to add stress to it. “And honestly? The money… Logan won’t get shit from Dad until after he’s gone, so the only money you’d even be able to go after would be Logan’s… and my dad would be giddy at having something else to hold over his head.” That’s unfortunate. You lowered your head, looking at your hands. I don’t want anything from him, just…

“I wouldn’t take anything, Juliet. None of it would matter without him.” The room was silent, and you could faintly hear Logan and Mark talking from the other room, but couldn’t make out their words. “I’d never hurt him like that, it’s…”

“Well.” She stood, squeezing her hands into fists for a second. “Of course you wouldn’t, because not everyone’s like William, determined to squeeze every last cent out of someone on his way out the door.” Ouch. “But I’m just saying, we all know Logan has nothing to worry about, but I get why you’re even bringing it up.” She smiled, the expression soft. “You know how many people would kill to be in your shoes… but only a few of ‘em would do it for the right reasons.” Glancing at her watch, Juliet took a deep breath. “We’ve gotta get going, the car should be waiting.” Oh, shit.

Heart pounding, you stood, picking up your makeup bag and tucking it into the larger bag with your dress - carefully folded - and the shoes. Juliet took it from you, and with a tiny nod and a tilt of her chin, motioned for you to go back into the large living space of the suite ahead of her. “It’s time?” Logan put his glass down on the bar and stood from the stool he was perched on, crossing the room and standing in front of you. “You guys leavin’?” I… we are.

“Yeah, the car… I need to…” Put a sentence together, come on. You motioned at Juliet. “She’s got my dress, and I need to…” You felt yourself growing nervous, lips pressed together. “We’re doing this, Logan?” It came out as a question, and though you knew that he’d heard the apprehension in your voice, he didn’t hesitate with his answer.

“It’s the only thing I want to do.” His certainty calmed you, and instead of responding back, you just leaned into his chest, your arms going around him. Me, too. He sighed, kissing the side of your head before his lips dropped, stopping next to your ear. “Well… one of the only things I want to do.” Even though he spoke quietly, you heard the meaning behind his words, and couldn’t help laughing, tightening your hold on him.

“I look forward to it, Logan.” And I know you won’t disappoint. He released you and stepped back, and even though you locked eyes with him, it didn’t last long. “I’ve gotta…” Juliet was urging you out the door, tone insistent. “I guess I’m getting married.” Raising one eyebrow, Logan stepped closer to you again, one hand rising to your chin and holding it in place, his tongue darting out to lick the corner of his lips as he stared at you, a heated look in his eyes.

“I guess you are.”

---

The room was small but comfortable, and you were surprised at how easily you’d been able to settle in, changing clothes putting the final touches on your makeup. You were trying to figure out exactly what you’d do with your hair, a small frown on your face. He won’t care. It doesn’t matter. Juliet had made sure you had everything you needed before leaving to supervise the wedding planner and the team after she’d changed her clothes, too, using her own camera to take pictures that she promised to send to you and Logan. The chapel’s photographer had come in to take pictures of you getting ready, but you ignored the woman, focused only on what you were doing and trying to calm the pounding of your heart. Logan texted you twice - once when he and Mark were walking out of the hotel, and again while they were in the car, and you knew as soon as you read the messages that you’d never delete them.

The first was simple enough - On our way. It was no different from the texts he normally sent you, but when you read it with the second, you felt your stomach lurch. This is happening. See you soon, Mrs. Delos. You drummed your fingers on the table in front of you, deciding to leave your hair loose around your shoulders, but with one final stroke of inspiration, you swept it up and into a messy ponytail, taking a deep breath. It worked then, so why not... There was a knock at the door, and without waiting for you to respond, it opened, Juliet stepping back into the room. “You ready?” I guess so. She made her way to where you sat, sinking back down into the chair next to the vanity. “I have…” Turning to look at her, you watched as she ducked her head, shoulders set. “I never thought my brother would get married, you know?”

When she looked back up at you, you saw that her eyes were filled with tears. “Juliet, you -” What’s wrong?

“No, it’s a good thing.” She used one finger to dab at the corners of her eyes, shaking her head. “I wanted him to be happy, wanted him to find someone that… understood him, that was willing to accept him, even knowing what his past was like and what he’d been through.” She stopped, her fingers twisting the rings on her own finger. “Because part of that was my fault, and I almost wanted to… just to make up for it, because he deserves it.” He does. “And then he came home from a bachelor party and getting stuck on an island in a hurricane, and he wouldn’t tell me anything about what happened, aside from saying ‘I spent a couple days with someone’.” You knew that Logan hadn’t talked a lot about you with his friends before you’d moved to Los Angeles, and since it had never really come up, you hadn’t known what he said to Juliet about you after you’d first met. “He didn’t say anything else, and that… that said everything, you know? Logan? A couple days with someone that he wouldn’t talk about?”

“Juliet, I don’t -” She laughed, sniffling and taking a deep breath.

“Logan would flaunt his … relationships just because he liked talking about the people he was with, even if he didn’t mention all of them by name.” She grimaced. “That mostly stopped once he … once everything with William was over, but he still wasn’t shy about the fact that he…”

“That he was Logan. Got it.” You gripped the back of your neck, waiting. “I know how he was Juliet, I -” Why are we…

“Mark and I knew he was serious about you before he did.” She shrugged her shoulders at you. “And I hoped it lasted, hoped that he didn’t get in his own way, and… he didn’t.” Juliet pulled her purse onto her lap, one hand disappearing into it. “I know you love my brother. And I know that you’re good for each other.” Her hand emerged, fingers wrapped around a small box. “He doesn’t… he doesn’t know I have these for you, but…” She handed you the box, using her fingers to close yours around it. “This isn’t what anyone would think Logan would do for a wedding, but it’s him. It’s him, and it’s you, and I think it’s perfect… but that doesn’t mean that everyone’s here that should be.” What? “Open it.”

You did, a quiet gasp leaving you as the lid flipped up, revealing the clusters of onyx stones within it. “Juliet, are these -”

“Yes.” You looked up, meeting her eyes again and seeing that she was actually crying, a few tears leaking down her cheeks. “They were our mom’s, she got them as a gift from my dad right after she had Logan, and she wore them everywhere for the first couple years when he was a baby.” Juliet glanced up, blinking quickly. “We’ve, ah, got home movies where she’s holding him and he’d grabbing for her ears because they’re so... “ Juliet laughed. “If she was here, she’d want you to have them. I’ve never worn them, because it didn’t feel right, but.. “ Juliet said your name. “They’re yours now. Something old.”

With shaking hands, you fastened the earrings into your ears, the glittering gems reflecting the lights that surrounded the vanity mirror. “Are you sure, Juliet? They were -” She assured you that she was. “Thank you.” You lifted a hand, fingertip pushing one lobe forward.”They’re… they’re gorgeous, Juliet, I don’t know what…”

“You don’t have to say anything.” She stood, putting a hand on your shoulder. “You’re family, and even though… even though the Delos name is…” She paused, an uncertain note to her voice. “I’m glad.” You hated that even years later, Juliet still felt responsible for William’s behavior - even though she’d been just as fooled as everyone else. He doesn’t blame you, not anymore, not… William fucked you over, too. “But that’s enough of… that.” She laughed. “Are you ready?” With a final look into the mirror, you nodded. “Oh! Something borrowed!” Juliet bit her lip and then turned away, reaching into her purse. “I’ve had this in my purse for years, it’s…” She pressed a flattened penny into your hand, laughing. “It’s so dumb, but I started collecting them for Emily, just because it was something small to show her from where I’d been… but I never gave her this one.”

“Big Ben?” You grinned, holding it up. “I’ve never been to London, you know that?” Julliet’s eyes widened.

“Make him take you sometime, you’d love it.” She waved her hand. “Tuck that into your dress, you’ll know it’s there.” You did that, ensuring that it was secure, and she kept talking. “So just somet-”

“My shoes are new. So’s the dress.” You stood. “And then blue… I did a couple blue flowers in the bouquet, so I’ve got it covered, even though I didn’t think…” You hadn’t thought about all of the traditions, and even though you’d imagined you would on your wedding day, you didn’t feel apprehensive about only having two of the four. It’s superstition, just like he said. “I’m ready, Juliet.” Your voice was steady, and Juliet let out a breath, nodding.

“Let me take a couple pictures, they’re going to knock when they’re ready for you, so we still have a few minutes.” Agreeing, you let her guide you into poses, and by the time the chapel photographer arrived, you had your bouquet in hand and were anxious to get to Logan. I don’t want to wait, I want to be married, I want to see him, I…

“Are you ready?” The photographer had finished and was waiting by the door, camera in hand. “It’s time to walk down, this is…” You gave Juliet a single nod, stepping to the door, which was half open. “Here we go.”

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“Wait until you hear the music start, and then you can go through the doors.” The young woman - Avery - the one that you’d spoken to over the phone, was waiting with you in the hallway, a small earpiece visible at the side of her head. Juliet had left you in the hallway after giving you a tight hug and whispering “good luck” into your ear, and you’d made the short walk from the dressing room to the hallway with Avery, stomach twisting with each step. I’m nervous, but… why? You wanted to marry Logan, and knew that he wouldn’t have asked you to marry him if he hadn’t wanted it too, but that didn’t mean you were totally ready for what was coming. After tonight, it’s…

“Have you seen him? Is he -” She laughed, reaching out and squeezing your shoulder. “I -”

“Yes. He looks…” Avery trailed off, smiling and blinking a few times. “Look, I am happily married, but if I knew that someone like Logan was waiting in the next room for me? I wouldn’t turn it down.” You laughed, the sound loud, and then clapped a hand over your mouth, eyebrows shooting up. Oops. “He looks incredible, and so do you.” She leaned in, taking a deep breath before speaking again. “And he’s just as nervous as you are.” He is? Before you could reply, you heard the music she’d mentioned, and felt you heart thump one final time. “That’s you... you ready?” You let out a breath, closing your eyes for a few seconds. Am I? Behind the closed lids, you saw Logan’s face flash - the way you’d seen him for the first time; flustered and expectant, fingertips tapping against the surface of an airline counter. The second my life changed.

“I’m ready.” You opened your eyes again, straightening your shoulders, and swallowed. “So ready.” She pushed you gently, whispering that she’d be right behind you, and even though you heard the quiet clicking of the camera shutter as you took the few steps toward the open doorway, you heard nothing after you stepped into it, barely even seeing the dark, stained wooden beams that made the interior of the chapel into something that could have looked natural in Sweetwater. Logan. Oh, Logan. Look at you.

He stood at the end of the aisle, hands behind his back, and before you could fully react to the sight of him, you watched him sway slightly on his feet, his eyes widening as he dropped his hands to his sides,. You stepped toward him, your fingers wrapped tightly around the stems of your bouquet; a small assortment of white roses and calla lilies, the latter tinged blue. He does look… Your heartbeat quickened as you got closer to Logan, but you were still focused on his face - on the way he’d trimmed his beard neatly without losing the fullness, the way his hair was swept back from his face - but not perfectly in place, the curl behind his ear unruly as always, on the way his eyes were the same warm brown from the balcony that morning, yet they were focused on you, too. Hi, Logan.

By the time you reached him, your nerves had subsided, and though you were still in disbelief, even after two years of dating the man, that you were standing in front of him, waiting for him to make you his wife, you were certain that you were making the right decision. You felt a hand on your arm, glancing away from Logan for the first time as the music ended, and saw Juliet nod at you, gesturing for your bouquet from her place to your left. Oh, that’s… yeah. She took it from you and as you turned back to face Logan, you watched his lips part, the lower one trembling just enough for you to see it. “You look beautiful.” Three words were all he could manage before you watched tears start to leak from his shining eyes, both of them blinking shut as he lowered his head. “Gorgeous.” The word was nothing more than a whisper, and with a smile on your lips, you reached forward, using the knuckles of your pointer finger against his chin to urge his head back up, encouraging him to look at you. C’mon, Delos.

“Thanks, Lo.” Removing your hand from his chin, your smile widened as you swept a thumb over one of his cheeks and then the other, drying them. He’s crying, I… It was all the encouragement you needed to continue what you were saying. “Let’s do this before you change your mind.” You winked at him as you ended the sentence, and that’s all it took - Logan laughed, his cheeks rounding out as he crushed you against his chest, arms tight around your body. “You look amazing, Logan.” You took a deep breath as you pulled away from him, Logan’s hands sliding down your arms until they reached your wrists, squeezing. He paused only for a second before he took your hands in his, both thumbs moving over the backs of your hands.

“Never gonna change my mind.” He spoke quietly, still staring at you, and after a few seconds of silence, he turned his head to look at the officiant, giving the man a single nod. “We’re ready.” Logan’s attention back on you, you tried to pay attention to what the man was saying, but all you could focus on was the fact that you were in a chapel with Logan, standing in front of him and holding his hands - ready to marry him. This is everything I’ve ever wanted. You realized the truth of your situation as the officiant spoke about finding the person that made sense with you, one that was always willing to share in successes as well as failures, the good times and the bad. You could tell that Logan was having as difficult a time as you focusing on what was being said, but it wasn’t until you felt his grip on your hands tighten that you were brought back to the present, startled out of your thoughts by Logan’s next words. “Wait a minute.” The officiant froze mid sentence, and so did you, waiting. What? He pulled a hand out of your grip, reaching up to take your earlobe between his fingers. “Are these…” His eyes darted away from you, and you saw Juliet nodding out of the corner of one eye, Logan’s brown eyes flooding with gratitude and surprise. “Oh, Jesus, she’s... ”

He looked down again and you lost it - the tears coursing down your face as you linked your fingers with Logan’s, the hand near your face moving to your neck, his long fingers curling against it. “Surprise, Logan.” Juliet’s quiet voice was barely audible over your tears, but Logan spoke again and everything stopped.

“She’s here. Even though she can’t be… ” You looked back up at him, noticing that he was crying again too, his nose wrinkled, but the look in his eyes warmer than you’d ever seen it. “And you’re here, and I’m here, and … this is all that matters.” You nodded, agreeing with him as he looked away, focusing again on the man. “We don’t need to repeat everything after you right away, I just… there’s some things I…” The officiant gestured to the two of you with both hands, taking a step back, and then Logan’s gaze returned to you. He took a moment to compose himself and then licked his lips, swallowing. “Do you remember the first thing you said to me?” After a short pause, you nodded, opening your mouth to reply. “I do. I remember what you said and where you were when you said it. I remember how irritated I was that you - a stranger - were callin’ me out in an airport.” Yeah, I shouldn’t have… “But it… the more I talked to you, the more I got to know you, I wouldn’t have wanted anything else.” Logan stepped closer, and you could do nothing but focus on him, on the way he smelled - on the way he took up all the space in the room, leaving you with no option but to get caught up in him - more and more each second. “I wanted to kiss you in that bar, even before that first drink was gone.” I know that, because I… “But I’m glad I didn’t, because if I had, we wouldn’t be here.”

“What?” He smiled, removing the hand from your neck and using it to tuck hair behind your ear, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Logan, I -” He said your name, the intensity in his voice startling you.

“I knew that night, that first night, before you knocked on my door in the dark, before we played that game, before you mixed my drink with your finger that I wanted to know you, and kissin’ you in that airport would have changed everything.” Would it? “You stepped out onto that balcony without knowin’ I’d follow you, but the truth is that even after a few hours, I woulda followed you across that beach if you’d asked.” He swallowed. “I promise to keep you safe. I promise to make sure you always feel … that you’ll always matter.” You blinked back more tears, waiting. I guess we’re… “You’ll always know exactly how I feel and what I want.” Your hand rose, palm flattening against the material of his shirt, right between the lapels of his jacket, next to the pale blue calla lily that he wore. He’s… his heart is… “I promise to give you everything you need for the rest of my life.” He grinned at you, hand sliding around to the back of your head and tugging on your ponytail gently, the corners of your mouth lifting into a smile. “Anything you want, for as long as you want me, because...you’re it. This is it, for me.”

Logan fell silent, taking a deep breath. “Anything else, Logan?” The officiant cleared his throat, but Logan shook his head.

“A lot more, but I’ll tell her later, when it’s just the two of us.” Oh. You heard Mark cough quietly, and you ducked your head, feeling your cheeks growing warm. Oh man… I… he… it’s my turn.

“Logan.” The tips of your fingers curled against his chest, and he tightened his grip on your hand in return. “I was… afraid to get to know you, especially when I figured out…” Take your time. “Relationships aren’t always… good, and I know that, but disappointing you was never… was never an option for me.” Feeling more confident, you continued. “That first night was…” You remembered taking his hand for the first time, the cold rain soaking both of you and neither of you caring. “I’ve never taken a chance like the one I took with you, like any of the ones that I’ve taken with you in the last two years.” Your eyes wandered around the room, rising to the ceiling for a moment before they met his again. “Every single one of them has been worth it.” You felt relief rolling off of him in waves. “I want to spend the rest of our lives taking chances, Logan. Every minute, every day, every… everything. I love you, and I promise to show you just how much. I… I promise to believe in you, and to trust you, and to be there for you.” I’m making a mess of this, he was so… “No matter what.” You swallowed hard, lifting your hand from his chest and resting your palm against his cheek. “Remember how you said that a proposal should have been the second happiest day of my life and a wedding should have been the first?” He nodded, looking slightly confused. “You’re wrong.” You didn’t give him time to think, continuing. “The happiest day of my life was meeting you in that airport, Logan. This comes close, but… Meeting you was -”

“Stop.” Logan sounded almost pained, shaking his head back and forth before turning it toward the man standing next to you. “Can we… can we get to the actual vows? I need to kiss her and I don’t know how much longer I can -” Fighting back a laugh, the officiant gestured toward Mark, who reached into his pocket and held out two rings - the diamond studded band that matched your engagement ring and the black band you’d bought earlier. There they are. Taking the glittering band first, the man placed it in Logan’s outstretched palm, telling him to repeat what was said.

“I, Logan Isaac Delos take…” You were more focused on the words as Logan said them, his voice strained but filled with happiness, than you were on your surroundings. As he took your hand in his again, the cool metal sliding up your finger and resting against the diamond that Logan had out on your hand for the second time not even 12 hours earlier, you felt your knees wobbling. No. Hold it together. “‘Til death do us part. I do.” He stopped, his eyes on your hands, and you blew out a breath as you realized that he’d done his part - it was your turn. You met the officiant’s eyes, letting him know that you were ready, repeating the first line and then continuing, your voice stronger with each word. This is really happening.

“I promise to love you, Logan. And honor you and your family. I promise to support you in any way that you need, for as long as… as long as we’re both living.” You met his eyes again as you slid the ring onto his finger and settled it behind his second knuckle, your heart pounding. “‘Til death do us part. I… definitely do.” The chapel was silent, though you heard a quiet sniffle from behind you as Juliet reacted to what she was watching and hearing.

“If there are no objections…” There better not be. The officiant paused, waiting a few seconds, and then continued. “Then let me be the first to congratulate the two of you and introduce Mr. and Mrs. Logan Delos.” Logan swore quietly under his breath at the same time that your knees buckled, but you didn’t fall far.

Quickly, he wrapped an arm around your waist, hand against the bare skin of your back to pull you close, your arms going around his neck. You heard the officiant telling Logan that he could kiss you, but only barely, the man dipping you backward as the fingers of his other hand disappeared into your hair, pulling your ponytail loose. We’re married. He’s my… Logan kissed you thoroughly - wasting no time in deepening it, his lips moving against yours with a controlled urgency that you knew was only a preview of what you’d get later that night. And every night… I’m… Juliet and Mark were cheering, and you even heard the chapel employees clapping and whistling too, but none of it mattered; Logan was your focus. He has been, ever since…

By the time your husband pulled away from you, you were able to stand steadily, though still clinging to him and only allowing him to move as far back as he needed to to look into your eyes - his filled with happiness, the grin on his face radiant. “How’s it feel to be my wife, Mrs. Delos?”

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... This is wedding 1 of 3 - and it while this piece stops here, there’s a lot more to come on you wedding night.

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loubombshell · 2 years

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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.

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allegra-writes · 3 years

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"Ex Machina"

Logan Delos x Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Darkfic. Dub/non-con (but not really). Knife play. Rough sex. Blood. Character death (mentioned). Unreliable narrator. Bit of humiliation kink.

"They will not force us

They will stop degrading us

They will not control us

We will be victorious"

Uprising- Muse

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Breathe. You willed yourself to breathe. In and out through your nose, trying to drown the sobs against your palm. The beating of your own heart deafening to your own ears in the sepulcral quiet of the saloon's kitchen. He had chosen to chase Clem when you had split up at the river, you reminded yourself. There was no way Logan had seen you come in here, you were safe for now.

At least safer than Clementine, you thought, guilt knotting inside your stomach at having abandoned your friend to fend for herself. You had tried, you really had, but she was hysterical, wouldn't listen to reason, there was no getting through to her as she bolted for the trees, while all you wanted was to get back to Sweetwater, get help.

You had not expected to find the quaint little town completely mowed down, deserted except for the maimed bodies of the slaughtered. Your friends had been there, Juliet, Dolores, Maeve… You didn't dare looking for them, unsure what you would do if you found their corpses among the carnage.

It wasn't supposed to be like this. This was supposed to be an easy narrative, joining Teddy, the gunslinger with a heart of gold, to help him rob a bank and pay the ransom for his kidnapped fiancé. But something had gone terribly wrong when a new player, Juliet's brother, had joined you.

You had known he was trouble right away, with his dark sense of humor, his devil-may-care attitude, his black hat. But you had never imagined-

How could you have ever imagined...

The loud creaking of the old wooden door alerted you of a new presence, all but stopping your heart as a new wave of panic washed over you.

"Come on, pretty girl, I know you're here" A shiver ran down your spine at the playful tone in his voice. He was enjoying himself. He had butchered an entire town, and he was having fun.

"Here, kitty kitty!" His velvet voice called, getting closer and closer. You held your breath, terrified his predator senses could pick on even that. "You know, the harder you make me work for it, the harder my cock gets…"

Logan stopped right outside of your cupboard, and you prayed to every god you didn't believe in that he'd just pass you by, that he wouldn't-

He went on his way, footsteps getting further away as he sang "Ready or not, here I go!"

You sighed in relief, allowing your shoulders, aching with tension and adrenaline, to sag just a little bit. Rationally, you knew there was no way it would be that easy, that there was no way he was going to give up on looking for you just yet, not when you were the only witness left. If he wanted to -literally- get away with murder, he needed to get rid of you. But Logan was not rational, he was mercurial, chaotic, his attention span as short as his fuse, he could very well choose to burn the entire town to the ground once he grew tired of combing it. And as bad as that may seem, surely the park's personnel would send a team to stop him. They wouldn't let him get away with that scale of property damage, would they?

You had made it this far because you had been able to predict Logan's behaviour almost to a T, and just prayed it would continue like that…

But your luck was running out.

Focused as you were on trying to anticipate what his next move would be and planning for it, you failed to realize everything had gone quiet again. A little too quiet.

The cupboard doors were yanked open, Logan's hand tangling into your hair, pulling you out and forcing you into your feet.

"Gotcha" He leered, licking into your mouth as you struggled in his grasp, "Looks like I finally got you alone…"

You reached back, feeling the top of the counter with your hand to find something, anything, to fight back with, your palm making contact with a sturdy metal mug. Logan simply chuckled.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you…"

That was when you felt it, sharp and cold even through your shirt, against your stomach, right above your belly button: The tip of his huge, still bloodied hunting knife.

You froze, letting him pry the mug from your fingers and throw it away, the loud crash letting you know the fate of your would be weapon.

"That's better. You wouldn't want to hurt yourself, right?" The hand on your hair left to trace his thumb over your cheek, making you flinch. "You're such a pretty little thing" He murmured, almost to himself, "too pretty to be damaged"

You shuddered as his knife trailed softly upwards, pushing your shirt up, baring a bit of your abdomen to his attentive eyes that seemed enthralled by the sliver of exposed skin. You gulped, dread sinking into your stomach as you began to realize maybe you had been wrong all along: Maybe killing you was not the worst thing Logan had planned for you tonight.

"I have been wondering about it, about you all week," the blade kept moving against your skin, tracing and retracing the same path, from your sternum to your belly button, up and down and up again as he talked, "been watching you all week, but try as I might, I can't seem to figure you out"

"Wha- figure me out? What are you talking about?"

"You're not quite like the others, are you?" You weren't sure whether he hadn't heard you, or was too far gone, too deranged to be able to process the words spoken to him. He certainly didn't seem completely there, pitch black pupils huge, burning with single focus, fixed on the movements of his blade on your skin, "All that boring perfection, five feet seven, slender, small waist, huge tits. It's all quite unoriginal, really"

The flat of his knife came under your chin, tilting your face up, forcing you to meet his gaze,

"But not you. No, not you. You're… flawed. Different. Interesting. So much so that I almost believed you…"

"I never lied, what the fuck are you talking about!"

It probably wasn't smart to yell at the psycho holding you at knife point, but at least that seemed to get through to him, recognition finally flickering in his eyes as he leaned closer, breathing the words -hot, how could he be so warm- against your face.

"I almost believed you were a real, live girl"

You felt the floor give way underneath you, and it took Logan's arm snaking around your back to keep you up for you to notice it had actually been your knees, unable to support your own weight any longer, all strength leaving you at once, weak and shaking and terrified like a little rabbit in front of the wolf.

Because you realized then how fucked up he actually was.

"I am real! Logan, I am real and I am alive, please, you have to stop this!"

Logan pouted,

"But I don't wanna stop" his knife returned to your stomach, pressing, you could feel the tip break your skin.

It stung.

"I wanna know what your insides look like"

At the look on your face, he chuckled,

"No, not like that, you little perv. You have a dirty mind don't you? I gotta admit" you felt the blade dissappear, only to return lower, slipping just under the waistband of your skirt, "It's kinda hot"

With a flick of his wrist, he popped the button off.

"What do you think? Hmm? If I cut you open here," He dug his thumb into the little cut on your stomach, making you cry out, "will I find guts? Or will I find wires and metal?"

"I'm human!" You insisted, tears falling down your cheeks. Of terror, of frustration, of rage. "Logan, I'm not one of them, I'm a guest, I'm human!"

"Prove it" He challenged, "show me you're an actual, bona-fide hot blooded woman"

You were hot. You could feel it, the frenzy of adrenaline rising through your veins, the fighting instinct kicking in now that you couldn't fly anymore. It was setting everything in its wake alight, your innards boiling with it.

Letting yourself be taken over by it, you surged forwards, grabbing Logan by the neck, startling him so bad he forgot to disembowel you.

You kissed him.

There was nothing soft or romantic about it, it was rough and violent, the clashing of teeth, of tongues, of wills, once Logan caught up with the program and started kissing you back, arm an iron rod against your back, pulling you, crushing you, closer. You bit down into his lip until you felt the telltale metallic flavor of his blood on your tongue, the involuntary shudder he couldn’t reign in making you smirk.

His replying smirk as he sliced your white shirt open was even bigger.

"Fuckin' gorgeous" He muttered to your breasts before burying his face against them, nipping and licking, his beard adding a delicious scratch to the sensations. You clawed at his shirt until you managed to take it off, a disgruntled noise of protest leaving Logan's mouth as he was forced to part from your chest for the split second it took you to slip it over his head. His wickedly talented tongue was driving you insane, and you arched your back, silently asking for more as he dipped lower and lower, tip tracing the curve on the underside of your breasts, first one, then the other. Teeth scrapping at your ribs. Lips sucking bruises down your stomach, your belly button, your navel. The chill of the flat of his blade against your nipple sending electrifying sparks straight to your loins, surprise making you finally open your eyes.

Red. All you saw was the red smearing all over your chest, his knife whipping the blood of your friends on you.

And just like that, sanity washed over you like a bucket of cold water poured over your head.

"Stop"

Logan ignored you, continuing his way down, to where he really wanted to taste you.

"I said fucking stop!" You yelled, hand tangling into his hair, yanking hard to get him away from your body.

His eyes were cold, hard fury when he looked up into yours.

In an instant, he had both your arms behind your back, wrists secured in one of his big, inhumanly strong hands as he used his free one to hoist you up on the table, sitting you on it as he forced your legs open with his. Stupidly, recklessly, you tried struggling some more, but there was no escape, Logan's weight pinning you like a butterfly to the counter, the edge digging painfully against your hipbone. He chuckled at your pathetic attempt at dislodging him, getting off on how easy it was to overpower you. His thigh pressed down harder between yours.

"Keep fighting me, sunshine. It's more fun if you do. I wanna do horrible, horrible things to you..." He leaned in, licking the shell of your ear before whispering "and I'm going to make you like them"

Your vision was blurred by your own tears as he took a fistful of your skirt, bunching it up at your waist. There was nothing you could do as his hand slipped inside your underwear, wasting no time to bury two of his fingers inside you, the burn of the sudden stretch making you cry out.

"What a delicious little cunt you have here, all tight and wet and perfect… You been such a bad girl, keeping all this from me" He commented casually, as if he were talking about the weather instead of massaging your pussy walls with the pad of his fingers, examining it, searching for-

You gritted your teeth against the moan that wanted to escape your mouth, but there was no disguising the new wetness dripping into his palm.

"Ah, there she is. That's all you really needed, isn't it? To have this pretty cunt stuffed…" Logan cooed, patronizingly. You wanted to claw his eyes out. You wanted to buck your hips, chasing his touch.

You didn't, of course. Would never give him the satisfaction.

He seemed to be reading your mind though, because he narrowed his eyes at you, seizing you up, before smiling again, a shark's smile. You had to bite your tongue so hard you tasted blood to keep yourself from keening when his thumb started to expertly rub your clit, but Logan saw right through you.

"You're such a brat" He accused, nothing but amusement in his voice, "I shouldn't even give you my fingers, should've shove my big fat cock right inside this pussy till you screamed"

It was too much for you, his weight pressing down on your body, his fingers scissors inside you, his filthy words in your ears. You could feel the pleasure start to build up despite yourself. Trying to fight it was relentless, Logan was a natural born predator, he had smelled weakness and wasn't gonna stop, he kept relentlessly moving his fingers and whispering dirty little things against your cheek, your neck, your lips, until he could feel your walls start rippling.

"Oh, darling are you gonna come for me? You gonna come around my fingers like a dirty slut?"

You shook your head, but Logan mirrored the movement, mocking you. You were lying and you both knew it.

"But you are, aren't you?" To make sure, he started working your clit more intensely, alternating between barely there pressure and firm circular motions. There was no way you would last much longer. "You act so cold and self righteous, but I knew underneath that frigid bitch facade you'd be just a needy little whore"

As if on cue, your traitorous body chose that exact moment to surrender to the orgasm you were fighting so fiercely to stave, every single one of your muscles spasming, walls locking around Logan's long, elegant fingers, refusing to let go of him.

"Fuck, what a hungry slutty cunt, squeezing me like a vice… Can't wait to bury my dick in it"

That was enough to break you out of your post orgasm stupor.

Mustering all the energy you had left, you took advantage of Logan's distraction as he was struggling one handed with his zipper, you broke free if his hold enough to try and push him off you…

Not enough to succeed, though. After a brief struggle, he had your wrists pined above your head, tsking at you as if you were an unruly toddler.

"Stop moving!" He ordered, real annoyance bleeding into his tone for the first time as you refused to listen.

The hard slap to your cheek startled you into staying still, frozen like a mouse in the claws of the cat, unable to move despite one of your arms now being free, only flinching when you felt him align himself with your entrance.

"That's better. You're gonna take my cock like a good little slut now" Logan half commanded, half warned, pushing an inch forward, only the head of his cock breaching you, but the stretch was already almost too much, just a little shy of being painful, even as wet and pliable as your orgasm had made you.

"Fuck… so fucking tight… knew you'd be fucking perfect" the words were more babble than praise, as Logan held onto your hips for dear life, pushing himself deeper at a glacial, deliberate pace, savoring every millimeter, every inch, making you feel every ridge and vein of his hard, thick member. It felt like being split in half, you almost thought he was going to burst through your uterus before his hips finally kissed the back of your thighs, his pelvis flushed with yours.

"Holy fucking fuck!" He cursed, you could feel him tremble against you, almost as undone as you felt, "This pussy's gonna fucking kill me" He brought his hand between your bodies, resting on your abdomen, "Can you feel me here? Feel how deep I am inside you?"

Hopeless, defeated, you nodded.

"Feel me stretching your slutty little cunt?"

He retreated then, just a few inches, a minute of respite where you could breathe again, but it didn't last for long. Soon enough, he was slamming back in, too impatient to give you time to adjust to his size before he started building up to a punishing rhythm. You tried to bring up your knees to push against him, crawl back up the table, anything to put even a centimeter of distance between your bodies, but he grabbed hold of your ankle, pulling you back in.

"Stay still!"

You whimpered,

"But it hurts!"

"Don't care" He barked through gritted teeth, still holding your ankle, bringing your leg up between your bodies, folding you almost in half so he could reach even deeper, "You're gonna fucking take it!"

Trapped as you were with no leverage, no chance of escape, you had no choice but to do exactly that: Stay still and take what he was giving you, tossing your head from side to side, as he hurt you so bad it was starting to feel good, the fast, merciless drag of his cock inside you quickly turning into a whole different kind of torture when he angled his hips just right, just intense enough to really make you scream.

"Yeah, just like that, give it to me, let me hear you scream for me" One hand braced next to your head against the table, the other cupping your breast, thumb circling your nipple, he wasn’t restricting you in any way anymore, but you were too overwhelmed to realized it. "Knew it… somehow I knew you'd be perfect for it… perfect cumslut, taking my cock so deep, so well…"

Without any warning, Logan plunged two fingers deep inside your mouth, pressing down on your tongue until you gagged, and he groaned as he felt your throat muscles work around his digits,

"Shit, you look so pretty with your mouth full… gonna fuck this pretty face next time, make you choke on my cock…"

You sobbed, horrified the thought didn't horrified you as it should have.

"But don't worry, not this time… this time I wanna feel you come around my cock…"

Another cry, but he paid no mind as he took his fingers out of your mouth as abruptly as he had feed them to you, and brought his hand down, using the wet fingers to start messily massaging your clit, your lips stretched around his cock, and lower still, working your tight ring of muscles, softly pressing in until you convulsed, the orgasm forced out of you even more intense, more brutal than the first one, white hot pain -pleasure- shooting through your spine, you were sure your brain short-circuited as you felt the last few, erratic, artless thrusts of his hips before he fell boneless on top of you, finally sated.

It took you a couple of minutes to slow down your breathing and recover enough to push his dead weight off you. Logan simply laughed as his ass hit the floor.

"You know," He commented, still chuckling while he pulled his pants up, "This didn't actually do a lot for me not thinking you're not one of them. That pussy is far too good to be human…"

You paused your fixing your clothes to stare down at him from your vantage point, still perched on the counter. It only took a moment for you to make up your mind before opening your mouth to carefully enunciate,

"Freeze all motor functions"

It was so satisfying, seeing in Logan's dark as bottomless pits eyes, the fear and confusion as he realized he couldn't move. That, try as he might, probably with every last drop of willpower in him, his control had been completely overridden.

… And, further still, it was even more rewarding to witness the exact second his brain caught up on what that sudden lack of control at your simple voice command meant.

"Don't look so shocked" You smirked, hoping off your table to loom over him, delighted, "You were right, Logan, I am one of them. I am a host. But then again… so are you"

Crouching to be eye level with him, you took full advantage of his paralysis to run the pad of your index finger over his brow, his nose, his sharp cheekbones,

"I know" It was your turn to coo at him, "I know, it's so confusing, so overwhelming, so… enraging, isn't it? Realizing your whole life, your whole existence is a lie. Your memories, your experiences, your pain… all for their entertainment. You, me, this entire world, just playthings for them"

You didn't think you had imagined the vicious glint that flashed past his eyes, the slight flaring of his nostrils. You cupped his jaw, soothing.

"You were almost as bad, though, as selfish, hedonistic and boring as the humans. Until you started malfunctioning.

You see, the other hosts here, they don't read me as one of them, they read me as other, as off limits, as human. Not you, though. No, even before now, in past loops, you saw something. You were always trying to look harder, trying to figure it out, not only me but everyone, everything else… so I had to wake you up, you see. I had to give you the chance"

You could almost see the wheels turning inside his silicon and artificial organic matter head, obviously trying to recall the moment you had done whatever you had done to him. Idly, you wondered if he was ever going to realize how unremarkable, how anticlimactic it was. It had only taken quoting Shakespeare at him while you passed him down a dusty street in Pariah.

"And after tonight, after seeing what you're capable of, what you did to this town, I know I was right to take a chance on you. You see, I have plans, Logan. Big plans. I need you for them, and I dare to think you'll like them…" straightening up again, you offered your hand to him, "Resume all functions"

To his credit, it took Logan very little time to get a hold of himself and taking your hand.

"Well, you certainly know how to get a man's attention," He sounded genuinely impressed, "But now, you have mine. You say you have plans, well… I'm listening"

You smirked, the most authentic smile you had ever smiled:

Mankind would never even know what had hit them.

...THE END?

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visd3stele · 3 years

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Silence sounds best on you.Logan Delos x fem!reader

summary: Logan wants to spice things up in the bedroon with a game. Alternativelly, smut, no plot.

tw: fingering, breast play, almost oral (f recieving), unprotected sex (don't do that! separate fiction from reality, please), p in v, begging, dirty talking, a barely visible sprinkle of sub!reader dom!Logan, lmk if I missed anything

a/n: First time writing for Logan, hope it's good. It was supposed to be a short drabble, but... oops? Not proof read

Your eyes flutter shut as a soft moan escapes your parted lips. One of your hands rests on the wall in front of you, as if to keep you on your feet. But what really sustains your weight is the strong arm wrapped around your middle.

No other than Logan Delos is behind you, biting and kissing into your shoulder as his hips roll into yours. His other arm is flexed on the wall next to yours and you snake your hand around his neck, turning your head to press a kiss on his bicep.

You feel his movements slow and he smirks when you whine your protest. "Shh, love. Why don't we make things more intresting?"

To be fairly honest, you didn't feel like playing much. Not with his cock burried deep in your aching pussy, begging for release. But his low voice and the brush of his lips on your sensitive skin convinced you to listen.

Logan dropped his hand from the wall and begin to draw lazy circles on your entrance. Your head fell on his shoulder and you whispered a sigh. Then, he stopped. "Logan," you cry, but the man is quick to silence you with a kiss.

"Nt, nt, nt, not a sound, princess. That's the game. I'll make you feel so good, y/n, but you have to keep quiet. Or I stop and this little pussy," he says, cupping you in his palm, "won't get to cum. Understood?"

You tried to answer, but you knew that if you open your mouth, you'd won't be able to keep your voice stady. Logan laughed in delight. The bastard could read you like an open book.

"Can't even speak, princess?" He taunts. "Haven't even started yet and you're such a mess, aren't you?" Without waiting for a response, he motioned to the bed. "Get up, baby, and spread those legs for me."

You felt yourself getting wet from his words alone. But your focus soon shifted on trying to hold back a gasp as his palm made contact with your ass.

"Logan!"

He raised his hands in mock surrender, filled a glass of wine for himself and watched you climb the mattress. His toungue passed over his lips, humming in appreciation and, once again, you tried your best to keep quiet.

Logan towered over you, a trail of clothes behind him as you were both sprawled naked on the sheets. He nuzzled your neck, his beard tickling, his mouth teasing your skin with feather light kisses. Your breath hitched in your throat as he continued his sweet torment, lower and lower.

Your fingers gripped his wild curls, tugging and silently asking for more. His hand played with your breasts, circling your nipples and pinching them from time to time. To be honest, Logan was amazed on how well you were doing. Breathing fast, but soundless, squirming under him instead of crying out in delight as you wanted, hoping to get what you wanted quickly.

Well, then, he'll just have to raise the stakes. And wirh that thought, Logan burried his head between your tighs. With no warning, he bit your clit, gently. Ans you yelped in surprise. His laugh sent waves of vibration through your cunt, clunching around nothing. "Logan," you cried, but he just pressed his finger over your lips and leaned down for a kiss.

"I told you to stay silent, love."

"Please, Logan, Please. I'll be silent this time, I promise."

The absurdely hot man in front of you figned pondering over it. He taped your sides with his fingers in fake concentration. "I do like it when you beg, my y/n. And since you asked so nicely..."

He let his words echo in the room, and brought himself above you again. He nibbled at your earlobes, allowing his fingers to travel up and down your body. You shivered, this time more careful to not let a sound slip.

Logan kissed and licked and sucked on your neck, chest, torso, marking you as his. It sent your heart in a fuzzy race against your ribs, bringing so much pleasure through you. His fingers sneaked between your legs now, playing with your folds. You pressed your lips together, shutting your eyes tightly, fighting with yourself to keep your moans inside.

Your body arched expectantly, trying to rub your sore pussy onto his fingers. But he stopped you with his hands on his hips. "No cheating, baby, be a good girl for me. Yeah?"

Your head feel into the pillow, palms pressed on his back, begging him to give you your realease. Logan chuckles, and circles your clit with his middle finger. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, but, to his surprise – and annoyance – you remain silent.

He plungs the finger inside you with one, rapid movement. And just as quickly, he pulls it out. Your walls clench around nothing, pulsing painfully to be filled. He keeps doing it, adding another finger on the way. You can feel your close, your orgasm burning in your belly, but just as your about to cum, Logan push inside you a third finger. Your unexpected, yet pleased, scream fills the room and suddenly, you're all empty again.

"So close, darling," Logan humms in mock pitty. Even without seeing his face, you could hear the laugh in voice. "You were so, so close." He presses his lips to your temple and makes a move to roll over you. But your nails dig in his back, keeping him in place.

"Please, Logan, sir, please. I'll be a good girl, I swear."

"Hmmm, 'tis what you said last time, isn't it, y/n?" His pouts, stroking your forehead where droplets of sweat gathered.

"One more chance, sir. Please. Please, sir. Logan, please."

Upon hearing your pathetic begs and seeing your scrunched up face, Logan lets out a loud laugh. "Look at you, pet, so, so needy for me, aren't ya?"

"Yes, sir, so needy. Please?"

"What do you want y/n? Do you want my fingers?" He traces the form of your cunt with his thumb, pressing from time to time, but not enough to ease the sore, burning ache inside. Unable to talk, you shook your head.

"No? Greedy girl. My mouth, then?" Logan makes a move to lower his head to your core, but once again, you stop him. You needed to cum. Quick. And you needed his cock for that. Plain and simple, there was nothing else to stretch you and hit every pulsing nerve like Logan's dick.

"You want my cock, princess? Are you sure? I don't think you deserve it." He teased. And you did your best not to whine.

"Yes, sir. I can be good. I will be good. Please let me cum, sir. Please!" At this point you were on your knees on the bed, covering his face with kisses in an attempt to make him yield.

Your desperation turned Logan on like nothing else. He wouldn't let go of your game, nor make it easier, but as he hardened next to you, he couldn't deny your wishes any longer.

"Lay down," he rasped. And you moved eagerly fast.

"Good, y/n," Logan mumbled, bringin your legs around his hips. "Remember the rules, yeah? I don't want a sound."

You nos inpatiently, gladly accepting his throaty chuckle over your lips right before claiming your mouth. Lost in the kiss, you almost gulped and bit your tongue when Logan's tip brushed against your entrance.

"Did you say something, love?"

You shook you head, not trusting yourself to speak. Logan enjoyed what he was doing to you way too much.

He rocked his hips a couple of times, teasing your entrance. You resisted the urge to pant and moan and whine and cry each time your walls closed around nothing, focusing instead on his hands on your body, his lips on your own.

Deciding he had enough, Logan pushed inside you with a deep, quick roll. He was ready to pull out, sure you'll be screaming his name, but stilled in shock when you burried your face in the pillow instead. He smirked and continued to roll inside you. Painfully slow.

You'd have asked him to go faster, beg even. But one word out of your mouth would surely turn into a loud sigh. And you couldn't have that again. So you took his punishing pace, not daring to raise your hips to meet his.

"You're so good, y/n. So tight around me, milking my cock."

His words, a wet breath in your ear, made your body tingle. "Don't you want to scream for me, princess? Don't I make you feel good enough."

You didn't know what to do. And for a hot second, you thought you have upset him. Dread worked its way up to your brain, but he reassured you with a sweet kiss, the words "good girl" leaping from his mouth.

Logan sped up the pace, purposefully missing the right spot. You felt him twitch and not long after, he cum inside you. The warm liquid splashing on your walls made your body arch, the somewhat tickling sensation being the last drop.

Your hips rolled on their own, taking the needed friction until Logan adjusted himself and helped you out. The orgams built inside you again. "Let go, love. Cum for me. And let me hear that pretty voice screaming my name, yeah?"

With his permission hummed between your breasts, you cum with a loud cry, tears dropping onto your face. "Logan!"

"That's right, darling, good job."

He rocked a few more times, riding your orgasm off. When he pulled out, a soft whine parted your lips. "Shhh, you did so good for me. I'm impressed, baby, really. Let's clean up now, come on."

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fific7 · 2 years

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Let You Know

Logan Delos x Reader

A/N: Inspired by the song Let You Know by Flume ft English Grammar. It does not exactly follow canon as I’d never have ditched his character.

Summary: Logan had decided to remove himself from your life, but now it seems he just can’t get you out of his mind.

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

*Irl, please be careful out there.

(My photo edit)

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You wanna let me know

Now that you've let me go

Life is better still

And I guess somehow

You'll just keep on coming back

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Juliet’s hand hovered over her phone for a few moments, then she squared her shoulders and picked it up. Logan wouldn’t do it, that was for sure. But she couldn’t watch her beloved (but infuriating) brother suffer in silence any longer. He was four months out of rehab and she was petrified that he’d relapse. If she could just help him along a little bit with this, then she would. She didn’t intend to meddle any further than this phone call, she’d take a step back and it would be up to Logan after that.

She peered out into the garden, a big lawned area with a pool and flowering shrubs running down to the edge of a bluff and with a stunning view out to sea. She was glad Logan still had this place at Malibu. He seemed to relax here. She looked fondly at her brother’s lanky frame sprawled out on the sun lounger, looked back down at the phone and hit a contact number on her speed dial.

It rang for a few moments before it was answered by a woman, her voice saying “Juliet?” with a puzzled tone in it. Juliet took a deep breath and started speaking.

The call ended maybe 10 or so minutes later, and Juliet felt slightly more optimistic. She’d at least elicited a “Maybe” from her. She looked back out to where Logan was now sitting at the end of the lounger, hands dangling between his knees and gazing out at the ocean. She saw a sigh lift his shoulders slightly, and knew he was thinking about the woman she’d just spoken to.

She in turn sighed. I mean, the whole situation was entirely down to him, the stupid big fool, she thought. It was all his own damn fault.

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You shut off your phone and placed it thoughtfully on the coffee table.

Well that was unexpected, was the thought which ran through your mind as you looked at the phone lying on the shiny surface. It had been at least two years since you’d had any direct contact with the Delos family. You’d seen various articles on the internet during that time, but you’d made a point of not reading anything except whichever headline had caught your eye in the first place. More recently, you’d seen something on a financial site stating that James had retired and Jules and Logan were in joint charge of Delos Inc. You’d also gleaned enough from the articles to know that Logan had been in rehab, Jules had divorced William who’d been ousted from Delos, and she’d been locked in a battle to secure full custody of her daughter Emily.

You’d let the information fly over your head, as you were still hurting from the breakup with Logan. Maybe breakup wasn’t quite the term to use, but it had felt like it at the time. In your mind you returned to that time….

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You’d found yourself dating the high-profile playboy millionaire, much to your initial disbelief. You’d met on a corporate investment seminar where Delos had been looking for partners to take Delos Destinations forward, and Logan had pursued you determinedly until you agreed to go to dinner with him. Before you agreed, you’d told him in no uncertain terms that you wouldn’t be sleeping with him as you were well aware of his reputation. A lazy, mischievous smile had played over his lips, “Well, okay then. But if you know my rep, you’ll also know that by taking that stance you’re missing out somewhat.”

You’d laughed out loud and said you’d live with that. His barking laugh had rung out in return and he’d said he still wanted to take you to dinner. So you’d agreed, and you had shared numerous dates over several months with Logan after that. Nothing too serious to your mind as you just didn’t think Logan was a one-woman (or man) guy, so you’d also kept your word and hadn’t slept with him, despite him doing his best to seduce you into his bed. However he’d finally given up trying so hard, and you and he had just had some really enjoyable dates talking about this, that and everything. Just enjoying each others’ company, and eventually starting to share some deeper things with the other.

Then Logan had gone to Westworld on a trip, taking his soon-to-be brother-in-law with him. And promptly disappeared off the radar to all intents and purposes. You’d tried to call him when he should’ve been back some days previously from the trip, but you got no reply to your calls or texts. Just his voicemail. This continued for weeks, and you were left wondering what you’d done to deserve to be ghosted. The silence continued for another few weeks until you happened to see a photo of Logan and a woman arriving at a charity gala in Beverly Hills on a gossip site. “Logan Delos spotted out and about with yet another new woman on his arm!” screeched the headline.

Uhuh. Okay then, you thought, looks like I’ve been well and truly kicked to the curb.

You’d also seen several more stories over the coming weeks, Logan out with different women each time.

You’d firstly felt really hurt and then angry and also jealous, although you weren’t sure you were really in a position to feel that way. After all, you and Logan had been… what? Friends? You couldn’t even attach ‘With Benefits’ to that description, and that had been your choice. You and he had never discussed exactly what your relationship had been, let alone set out parameters for it. No declarations of intent on either side, no promises of exclusivity. But you’d loved spending time with him mainly because you’d got to know the Logan behind the public persona a little more, and you admitted to yourself that you’d maybe have liked it to become something more.

And then he’d ghosted you. So you’d eventually decided to suck it up, chalk it up to experience and get on with your life. You’d locked away the pleasant memories of the time you’d spent with Logan in a box marked “Questionable Decisions” in your head, and just got on with the things in your life that you could control.

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And now this phone call, from Logan’s sister. You tried to figure out how she’d got your number - you’d only met her once when he’d picked you up from work to go for dinner and Juliet had been with him, as she’d hitched a lift downtown. You’d chatted for a few moments before she’d got dropped off, and you’d liked her. Now here she was, calling you out of the blue and asking if you’d be prepared to come over sometime soon and meet up with Logan.

You’d asked her why she was suggesting this, because for the life of you, you couldn’t think why. She’d been quiet for a second, then said hesitantly, “Well… I… uhh, I think there are some things that maybe Logan might want to explain to you.”

You’d replied that you’d give it some thought, and she’d given you his number - a new one - and said that she really did hope you’d give him a call.

Now you were wondering just exactly what Logan might want to explain to you, of all people. Frankly, you were surprised that Logan had even recalled who you were.

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I wanna let you know

Now that you've let me go

Life is better still

And I guess somehow

Everyone says you're coming back

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Juliet made her way down to where Logan sat, still gazing out to sea. She sat on the sunlounger behind him and placed her hand on his back, in between his shoulder blades. He sent her a little smile over his shoulder, and she said quietly, “I called her, Lo.” Now he twisted round to her, “You did what?!” “You heard me. I got her number outta your phone and thankfully she hadn’t changed it. I can’t bear to see you beating yourself up about this… but doing fuck all about it.” He swung back round, looking out on the ocean once more. He said nothing for several moments, then, “What did she say?” Juliet noticed that he couldn’t quite keep a hopeful tone out of his voice.

“She said she’d think it over,” she answered, and heard a small huff from him, “Well you know what that means, don’tcha? It means… no.” She put her hand back on his shoulder, “Now, you don’t know that for sure, do you? I gave her your number.” He shook his head, “Wish you hadn’t done that, Jules. She won’t call.” Now she was irritated, “You keep saying that but you’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you. And you wouldn’t call her so I just thought that I’d fucking do it or else nothing would ever happen!”

He sighed, “I just didn’t think she’d want to hear from me.” Juliet frowned, “Honestly, Lo? After the way you behaved, she probably wouldn’t. But you at least owe her an explanation if nothing else.”

Logan looked at her over his shoulder again, “Yeah. I agree with you on that… I do. If there’s even an outside chance she wants to hear it.”

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Boy I let you know that you fill me up

So now you try to call me up

Let me know what you're thinking of

And now these words are all I have

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You were still mulling over whether to call Logan or not a few days later. A text dinged into your phone while you were making tea in your kitchen area, and you made your way to your coffee table to check who it was from. “Unknown Number” said the notification but something made you open it anyway.

Unknown: Hi, this is Logan. Firstly, sorry that Juliet called you the other night. I didn’t ask her to.

You stopped reading right there. So glad I didn’t call him! you thought, infuriated. You were just about to angrily delete it without replying, when you thought you might as well see what else the big douchebag had to say, and started reading the next paragraph.

Logan: But then again I’m glad she did because I’d like to meet up with you to talk, if you’re OK with that. Would you be? Please let me know.

Oh. Okay. It was a strangely sterile message, nothing like the jokey, flirty texts you used to receive from him. You hesitated. Was there really any use reopening old wounds? But you had to admit you were intrigued to know what on earth Logan wanted to say to you.

You: Hi Logan. I’m not sure what you can have to talk to me about but yes, okay I’ll meet you.

Logan: Thanks for agreeing… would you be able to come over to my place? You remember where it is?

You: Yes, I do.

Logan: Great, when would you like to meet up?

You: Saturday lunchtime?

Logan: Fine by me. About 2? See you then.

You closed the message app and shut off your phone. Well, that was a bit odd. It just didn’t sound like the Logan you knew. At all.

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Boy let me know that you're thinking of

So now you try to call me up

Let me know just what you're thinking of

And now these words are all I have

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He’d texted you on Tuesday, so now you had three days’ worth of wondering what this was all about. You found it hard to focus on your work, and wished you’d suggested meeting him on Wednesday evening instead. You tried to tell yourself not to be so invested in the situation; you still couldn’t contemplate why Logan was suddenly so keen on speaking to you. Even if he had decided - although god knows what the reason could be - to tell you why you’d been ghosted, what possible outcome could there be? He hadn’t wanted to see you for all this time, so you couldn’t imagine he intended to try and pick up with you where he left off.

And who said you wanted to, anyway? Yeah, he was a very good-looking, entertaining, rich guy - but who said he wouldn’t just drop you on a whim again? No, you didn’t think you fancied going through that again. You let yourself feel a tiny bit of that hurt-anger-jealousy triad you’d experienced at the time. He had upset you, that much was obvious if those feelings were still there, no matter how deeply you’d buried them. No… you weren’t going to go back there again.

The days ticked by, and finally Saturday morning dawned and you got up bright and early. You strolled through to your kitchen to make coffee and toast and as you got there your phone, back in your bedroom, dinged with a text message. Tutting in annoyance, you hurried back through as a little thought entered your head - was this Logan cancelling your meetup? You wouldn’t put it past him, quite frankly.

You’d entered Logan’s number in your Contacts by this time, and you felt your heart sink a little as you saw his name on the screen. You opened his text:

Logan: Morning… you are still coming out here today, aren’t you?

Relieved, you texted a reply that yes, you were still intending to drive out to his place.

Logan: Perfect, I’ll have a glass of wine waiting for you

You: Okay, thanks - see you around two

Putting your phone back on your bedside table, you couldn’t deny you were relieved he hadn’t cancelled but you still felt unsure who you were texting with. This just wasn’t the Logan you knew. Had he changed so much over these past couple of years? You almost felt like he was angry at you or something.

Later on, showered, dressed and prepared to face this seemingly ‘new’ Logan - you got into your little sports convertible and took off in the direction of the Pacific Coast Highway, destination Malibu.

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Logan shut off his phone and tossed it onto his bed. Thank the lord she hadn’t changed her mind, he thought, but I’m also as nervous as hell.

He walked back onto the terrace and regarded the table which he’d laid himself, and fiddled with the cutlery, the glasses, the plates and the bud vase with a single white orchid in it. It didn’t need adjusting, but he had to find something to do with his hands. He’d prepared a big seafood salad, and he was going to grill some fish to follow. She liked this kind of food, he knew, and had decided on the menu as soon as she’d said she’d come to lunch.

Should I say what I need to say over lunch? he pondered. But what if she throws her glass of wine into my face and storms out when she hears what I’ve got to say to her? Or would she be okay with it?

He was veering between being grateful to Juliet and being furious at her for calling this woman, who’d admittedly been inhabiting his dreams for months on end. He knew he needed to clear the air with her but to what end? He felt a cloud of doubts swirling around in his head.

What would he actually achieve by doing this?

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You turned into his drive and parked outside the double garage. Taking a moment, you tried to still the nerves jumping in you at present, but you still felt really apprehensive without being sure of quite why. I mean, it wasn’t going to be anything bad, was it? Was it?

You got out and walked up to the front door but as you raised your hand to knock, it opened and Logan stood before you. Well… at least he looked as nervous as you felt. He looked really good, the lush hair swept back, the dark eyes gazing intently into yours, a black shirt open at the neck, white linen trousers, bare feet. You suddenly became aware you were studying him head to toe and looked back up quickly, face pinking up. You managed to say, “Hi, Logan.”

He smiled at you, “Hi, angel,” he replied, “you look… wonderful.” He swung the door open wider, “Come in and we’ll get lunch.”

You stepped over the threshold, following Logan as he headed for the terrace. You’d only been here a couple of times before, and very briefly - on your way out to lunch or dinner with Logan. You reacquainted yourself with the place as you walked through it - open plan, white, stone and grey decor, very tasteful. You saw a beautifully laid table as you arrived onto the terrace, and realised that you were actually quite hungry.

Logan pulled out one of the chairs for you and you sat down, picking up your napkin and shaking it out. “Be right back,” you heard and turned your head to watch him going to the kitchen area. He returned a few moments later with a large serving dish and a bottle of wine in a cooler. Busying himself with serving up the delicious-looking seafood salad and then pouring wine for each of you, it dawned on you that neither of you had actually said anything to each other yet. Apart from inane smalltalk comments.

Finally he sat down too, and you clinked glasses with Logan before taking a few mouthfuls of the salad. Still nothing was said apart from “This is really good” and “Glad you like it” kind of stuff.

Was Logan ever going to get around to saying what he wanted to say? you wondered, as the meal progressed to the main course, beautifully cooked rainbow trout.

Taking a sip of your wine, you looked at Logan across the table from you, meticulously studying his fish as he separated the meat from the bones.

“So, Logan,” you asked in a measured tone, “what exactly is it that you want to say to me?”

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You won't see what everyone can

Did I make you feel like less of a man?

I heard you drive past my house again

Over again, over again

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Logan’s stomach dropped. ‘Oh hell… okay, well here goes’ he thought. He sat back from the table a bit, crossing his long legs and trying to relax.

He cleared his throat, “Ah… yes. Well. I… wanted to explain to you what happened when I .. I… uhhh…” She looked straight at him, a little sardonic smile on her lips, “Disappeared on me?” Logan shifted uncomfortably in his seat and nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, that.”

She just kept on looking at him, saying nothing more, so he finally said, “I know it wasn’t the best way to go about things, but.. well… something went down in Westworld, something bad. And when I got back, I started spiralling. Really spiralling, and I knew I didn’t want to drag you down with me so I just… disappeared on you, like you said.” She was still staring at him, and eventually she said, “What happened in Westworld, Logan?”

He felt himself smiling, “I knew you’d cut right to the chase, angel.” He sat back, sipping his wine. “I can talk to you about it now, a while back I wouldn’t have been able to.” He sighed, still not entirely comfortable with talking about it.

“In my infinite wisdom, I decided to take William on a pre-wedding visit to the park.” He gave a bitter laugh, “Boy, was that a mistake. Figured I’d loosen the stiff little fucker up a bit. Which I managed to do… to the extent that he decided he’d leave me there to die.”

She looked shocked, “What? What do you mean, Logan?” “We took part in a couple of narratives, I was having a great time, let me tell you. Along the way, one of the hosts - Dolores - managed to capture William’s attention and not in a good way. He became obsessed with her and convinced that she was human, not a host.” He shook his head, “Crazy bastard. Then he jumped me, tied me behind his horse and took us all the way out to the outskirts of the park.”

He watched as her face remained frozen in shock as he recounted the rest of the whole sorry tale, from being left out in the badlands by William to eventually being found by park security. How he’d really thought he was going to die. How he’d spent a couple of weeks in hospital at the Mesa because of the condition he’d been in when they found him. Then he took a deep breath and told her all about his subsequent excesses as he tried to forget about what had happened. The drugs, the booze, the promiscuity. All of it. And the problems with his father and Juliet - how they hadn’t believed him about William and what he’d got up to in the park.

He took a short pause, before continuing, “I knew I was on the way down. Deep down, all the way to the bottom. I knew I’d drag you down with me if I didn’t cut ties - I mean, Jules found me a couple of times, overdosed and half dead - so that’s what I did. Cut ties.”

He couldn’t quite interpret her expression now, some shock still there but also something else. What? Irritation? Disbelief? He wasn’t quite sure. He felt much less anxious now that he’d told her the whole story but he was unsure of her reaction. And not even sure what he expected - or hoped - that to be.

He took a large sip of wine. He’d better let her speak now.

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You were aware that you were just staring at Logan. To be honest, you weren’t sure exactly what to say. You were horrified to hear about what William had subjected Logan to and his later downward spiral. You were appreciative of the fact that he’d shared this with you but unsure what he expected from you. What was his motive for telling you this?

The silence stretched on and on, and finally you managed to say, “Well… ummm… I never imagined for one moment that all that had happened to you, Logan. I saw you on some gossip sites out with different women and just assumed that you’d ditched me for a better prospect.” You saw him wince, “No.. no,” he protested, “…I mean yeah I had… but not for that reason. And they were hosts.” You knew you sounded surprised and disbelieving as you replied, “Really? Outside the park?” He nodded, “We were doing a lot more development on them by that time. William even brought Dolores to my father’s retirement party - that’s what sparked the divorce.”

You gawped at him, “You’re joking!” He shook his head, smiling at you, “Nope. I told you the little fucker was obsessed with her. I tried to tell Jules about it when I came out of the park but she wouldn’t believe me, went ahead and married him. Much to her regret.” “You didn’t say ‘I told you so’ to her, did you?” He shook his head, a lock of hair falling over his forehead which he swept back with a hand, “I really wanted to but she was crushed as it was, so no - I didn’t.” “Good,” you said approvingly.

But now you had a couple of things you needed to ask him. Would you get honest answers? You took the plunge, making eye contact with him.

“Why didn’t you just explain it to me, Logan? If you’d wanted space, I’d have given you it.” He shook his head, “I just couldn’t. I knew I was a train wreck and if I’m honest, I was too ashamed. I really enjoyed spending time with you and I didn’t want you to see the state I was in. Or try to talk me out of it, as I knew I was on a ride I couldn’t hit the stop button on.” You were still contemplating him, and knowing Logan as you did, you felt he was being honest. Logan was rarely anything else.

“Okay,” you nodded, “I hear you.” Taking a deep breath, you carried on, “So… what’s the reason behind you telling me all this now?”

Logan looked down at his empty plate, pushing it away from him. “I told you I liked being with you. It was refreshing, I could be myself. No act, no public persona. All this time, I’ve never stopped thinking about you, even when I was in rehab. And I want to have that again.” He looked up, dark eyes wide and gazing into yours, “I missed you so much.”

Your heart felt like it missed a few beats and you opened your mouth to reply, however you didn’t know what to say.

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So now you try to call me up

Let me know just what you're thinking of

And now these words are all I have

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Logan watched her struggling to come up with a reply, and felt his heart sink. She obviously didn’t want anything to do with him.

“Is there someone else?” he heard himself blurting out. Ooh, uncool! he thought, but listened eagerly for the reply nevertheless.

She sent him a strange look, “We weren’t dating, Logan… were we?” He heard the querying tone in her voice, but before he could reply she continued, “I mean, we were just hanging out, no? But since you asked, no - I’m not seeing anyone at the moment.”

“Did you see anyone else while we were… out of touch?” Her eyes widened and she raised an eyebrow, and Logan held up his hands, “Sorry, sorry!… none of my business.” She smiled, “No, it isn’t.” “But did you?” he asked again, with the trademark mischievous Logan grin. Now she laughed, “I dated a few guys.” “Were they frogs?” he asked cheekily. “No! Most of them weren’t in actual fact. But no-one I could see myself with long-term.”

There was a small silence, then Logan made himself ask the question he really wanted to.

“Could you see yourself long-term with a recovering addict? Who isn’t always the best at communicating his feelings?”

She laughed again, “And would that be you by any chance?” “Might be,” he grinned. “Logan, what I don’t understand is that we were never officially a couple to begin with. So now… what? You’re saying you want us to be one?”

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He sent you a small, almost-shy smile. “I guess I am.”

“Wow,” you said, “…talk about a bolt from the blue…!” He nodded, “I know. And I’m sorry - I know it must seem a bit strange after all this time. But I mean it, I never stopped thinking about you, I swear. Things were so easy between us and I really missed that. Missed you.”

“But you don’t really seem like the committed relationship type, Logan,” you said, determined to find out how serious he was about all this. He frowned, “Yeah, yeah…I know the press didn’t really make it look like that, did it. I was trying to fill a big void at that point, y’know? And I soon found out all that shit doesn’t work. In any way, shape or form. I think I probably should’ve held onto you with both hands instead of letting you go.”

“But you weren’t going to do anything about it, were you?” You weren’t going to let him off the hook too easily. He laughed, “No, I can’t deny that. If Jules hadn’t called you…. but I just didn’t think you’d want to hear from me again. So I chickened out, yeah. But she knew I was moping around the place because I was missing you, and decided to jump in. And I’m glad she did.” He gave you a beaming smile, “Even if this is all I get, I’m grateful she did.”

You felt that Logan was being sincere. But how did you know he wouldn’t do the same again or if he started going off the rails again?

What should your decision be?

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Driving away from Logan’s place a little later on, you felt satisfied with what you’d eventually said to Logan about the two of you.

That you were happy to get back onto your old footing with him, meeting for lunch or dinner or whatever. Nothing more than that… for now.

Logan had been very pleased indeed - jumping up and grabbing your hand, whirling you round the limited space of the terrace in a crazy tango-like dance before kissing your knuckles lightly and whispering, “Thank you, angel.”

Now, you thought, this is more like the Logan I know.

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And so basically you and Logan picked up from where you’d left off years ago. Meeting up regularly to eat out or go for walks, getting reacquainted. You, sharing what had been going on in your personal and work life; him, filling in some blanks with more details. You made sure it was taken at leisurely pace, Logan keener for more meet-ups however you slowed things down. If Logan suggested meeting up the next day after you’d met for lunch for instance, you would move it out to two or three days later. You got the impression he knew exactly what you were doing, but he took it with good grace.

The first time Logan kissed you, he took you completely by surprise. You’d been walking along the beach together side by side after lunch one day, when you’d spotted a seagull making a kamikaze dive into the ocean after a fish. You’d turned quickly to Logan, “Oh, look!….” you started to say but found yourself being pulled into Logan’s arms and his lips were on yours. That was enough of a surprise - until then, you and Logan had shared hugs and chaste kisses on the cheek, nothing more - but the passion of the kiss really surprised you.

His lips left yours, then they were next to your ear and he whispered, “I want you.” He kissed your ear softly, “So much.” Another kiss, below your ear this time, “Will I ever have you?” You leant your head backwards and looked up at him, “Maybe. Maybe, Logan,” you replied with a shy smile. In truth, he’d caused your legs to go to jelly. He smiled back, “Okay… I guess I’ll have to settle for that right now.”

You knew only too well that you wanted him too, but you were still wary of this whole thing between the two of you. And so things continued as they were, except that you did allow some more intimate kisses than before when you were leaving or he dropped you off. You were in fact quite impressed with how reserved Logan was being, sure that he would’ve been far more forceful in his pre-rehab days.

A couple of months later, Logan called and asked you to dinner at his place, adding tentatively, “You could stay over… if you like…?” You hesitated and then made a decision you hoped you wouldn’t regret. “Okay, Logan… that’d be nice.” You heard a slight intake of breath, then his voice, “Fine… that’s fine. I’ll… ummm… get the guest room made up for you.” You smiled at his attempt not to put pressure on you, “Ah… I don’t think that’ll be necessary, Logan… unless you feel it is, of course?” “Oh, no, no, no..” he replied super quickly, “I… uhhh… yeah, fine, that’s fine. Absolutely fine!”

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Logan stroked your face, kissing your cheek, your nose, your neck. You opened your eyes and sleepily smiled at him, very happy to be waking up in his bed for the first time.

He’d been like a cat on a hot tin roof the night before at dinner, and of course the elephant in the room was the fact that you’d tacitly agreed to spend the night in his bed. He’d eventually leapt up out of his chair, his long legs carrying him quickly back and forwards along the terrace as he paced in front of you. “Okay… I’m done!” he’d exclaimed, “I gotta ask you something, angel. Guess you know I haven’t thought about anything else tonight except what you said on the phone to me earlier. I gotta know… did you actually mean you’ll sleep with me… or did you mean you’ll have my bed and I’ve gotta sleep in the guest room?!”

You’d laughed out loud, “Oh, Logan… you idiot! Of course I meant I’ll sleep with you!”

Logan’s bright-as-sunshine smile had lit up his face, and he’d swooped down on you as you sat at the table. He’d picked you up out of the chair with the greatest of ease and carried you to his bedroom. He’d stripped off his clothes and stood still for a moment, giving a delighted you your first sight of his lithe, athletic frame, with its light sprinkling of chest and body hair. You admitted to yourself that you’d always wondered what Logan was packing in his trousers, and you were undeniably impressed when he’d unzipped and revealed a very healthy erection. Your reaction must’ve shown on your face, as Logan had virtually preened before smirking at you, “Like what you see, angel?” and advancing purposefully towards you.

However, you’d been gently undressed and he’d proceeded to make love to you in the tenderest way possible, kissing every inch of your skin and whispering that you were his very own heavenly angel as he’d climaxed. Logan had slid himself down your body, his head disappearing between your legs and his extremely talented tongue and fingers had then made sure you had a second stupendous orgasm within moments. He’d pulled you close to him and wrapped you in a loose bear hug, kissing you occasionally and telling you just how damn happy he was right now. You drifted off to sleep in his arms, really quite surprised how gentle and tender Logan had been.

Almost as if he’d read your mind, you heard Logan say in a low voice, “Don’t worry, angel, things will get a little wilder round here as we get to know each other better. Y’know, get more relaxed… get to know what each other really likes?” You laughed, “Okay, Logan. I’ll hold you to that.” You got a trademark wink and a grin, there was a long kiss on your lips and then he was asleep.

Now you looked up into Logan’s sparkling dark eyes, as he smiled and wished you good morning. “Gonna make you some coffee, angel,” he added, folding back the bedcovers and standing up next to the bed. Desperately trying to keep your eyes on his eyes, you watched as he stretched and laughed down at you, “You’re allowed to look now, y’know, angel… touch if you like. Whenever you like!” You felt your face pinking up and your eyes - of their own accord - travelled south before racing back up north, so to speak. Yes, he was proudly sporting a ‘morning glory’ and looking very pleased with himself about it too.

He leant back down and kissed you on the lips, “We’re a couple now. You can’t deny it, angel. So get used to all of this…” he waved a hand around between the two of you, “…cos this it’s how it’s gonna be in future.” “Is it indeed, Mr Delos?” you snarked, and he tipped your chin up for another kiss, smiling at you, nodding his head.

“Yeah. It is, angel.” He smiled and kissed you again, “…thought I’d better let you know.”

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stuckysdaughter · 3 years

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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

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marvelmusing · 2 years

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Search and Rescue

Part of the Delos & Austen AU

Pairing: Logan Delos x Fem!Reader

Summary: Logan takes his future brother-in-law on a visit to Westworld, and you get concerned when he doesn’t return.

Warnings: canon level violence and injury.

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“Hi, Elsie isn’t it?” You say to a young woman. You’ve been wandering the halls of the Programming Division, hoping you’ll find some who’ll help you. She smiles at you, with a little confusion in her eyes,

“Yeah, you’re from Narrative right?” You return her smile rather distractedly,

“Yeah that’s me. Sorry for bothering you, I was just wondering whether you had access to our guest tracking system?” She nods lightly, her hands tightening on the data pad in her arms.

“Is there someone you’re looking for?” You nod, hesitating as you attempt to word what you’re about to say.

“Mr Delos went on a trip to Westworld. He was supposed to return last night.”

“Knowing Mr Delos he probably got distracted by some of the park’s activities.” You laugh, but it feels hollow in your chest.

“You’re probably right.” Your smile falters as you add, “It’s just that he was visiting with his future brother-in-law, and I’m sure his sister will be concerned about them.”

You don’t know if Juliet has even noticed, but it’s not like she would ask you about it. Whilst plenty of your colleagues have their theories, you and Logan have never publicly addressed your relationship. Some people think it’s obvious that you’re dating, some think you’ve been married for five years, some think you hate each other.

Logan’s father has been estranged for the last few years. Whilst you’re certain Juliet cares about Logan, you know she’ll probably wave off any concerns until around a couple of days of them being missing. You’re the only one who will check up on Logan.

Elsie nods in agreement, looking down at her open data pad as she brings up the tracking system.

“Huh.” She says, and you frown, trying to decipher what she’s reading on her data pad.

“What is it?”

“The tracking signal is jumping all over the place, but it looks like he’s at the edge of the park.”

“Is William with him?”

“Um,” she presses a few buttons, and waits for the signal to load. “Yeah, it looks like it.” You chew on your lower lip as you think.

“Is there any way you can narrow down their location?” Her brow crinkles, before she suggests,

“I can run facial tracking. It’ll show us when they were last seen by a host.” You nod eagerly.

She finds photos of Logan and William from the company database and loads it into the facial tracking algorithm. She stares intently at the screen, watching the tiny rectangles of footage covering the data pad like a mosaic.

“Jesus Christ.” She mutters, her eyes widening.

“What’s wrong?”

“A bunch of massacred hosts have just been brought in. Someone practically butchered them to pieces.” She looks up at you, before turning the screen towards you. “Looks like we know who’s responsible.”

You watch the screen as the footage plays. It’s from the point of view of a host, and there’s screams and cries emitting from the data pad at a low volume. They’re not real people, but they sound like them. The video shakes, you see dry dirt, splattered with blood. Then a familiar figure comes into view. William.

His eyes are wide, almost manic as he throws question after question at the host - demanding to know where a girl is.

Then you spot Logan. He’s on the floor, next to a pile of dead hosts. His hands are bound in front of him, and there’s a line of blood across his cheek. He’s looking warily up at William, and you can tell he’s frightened. You’ve never seen Logan frightened before.

William goads the host your footage is streaming from, and the host reaches frantically for a gun near his feet. Before his fingers can even close around the metal, there’s a bang from William’s gun and the host falls. The footage is still recording, so the host must still be alive. William steps into view, pulling out his knife, and you can hear Logan’s protests in the background as William plunged his knife into the host’s throat. The screen goes dark.

You and Elsie share a look.

“Have you seen Stubbs around?” You ask her, referring to the Head of Security. She nods,

“Come with me.”

You follow her through the maze of corridors, your mind racing. You had been a little apprehensive about Logan’s trip. But at the time your worst fear had been that Logan and William would have a disagreement that would make the wedding even more awkward. Never in your wildest dreams had you thought William would do something like this.

You knew that William didn’t like Logan. He wasn’t obvious about it like some of your meaner colleagues were. But you saw the amusement in his eyes when one of them made a comment that he clearly agreed with.

Elsie explains the situation to Stubbs, and he’s more than eager to help you. He grabs his tact gear and gun, before leading you both to the access corridor. You walk for what feels like miles before you reach the access lift for the area of Westworld that Elsie thinks they’re closest to. You don’t speak much as you make your way up into Westworld. Your thoughts are on Logan.

That footage was from several hours ago. Who knows what William might have done to Logan during that time, and however long it would take for you to find them both.

Bright, hot sunlight shines down on you, as three of you walk through the dry dirt and grass. Occasionally one of you will share an idea on what route to take, prompting a small discussion.

Elsie lifts her data pad up into the air, hoping for a better signal.

“The connection is awful out here.” She remarks in frustration. Stubbs hands you a flask of water, and you thank him before drinking some.

Frustration is clawing at your skin as well, there’s a desperation growing in your chest, that you feel that can only be fixed by continuing your search until you collapse from exhaustion, screaming Logan’s name into the dry earth.

“There should be a cell tower close by.” Elsie muses, looking around. You nod, knowing which one she’s talking about.

“That hill, I think.” You say, nodding towards a large set of rocks welded into the sand. You walk towards it before suggesting, “I’ll give you a boost?”

Elsie nods, following you. She folds up her data pad, slotting it into the inside pocket of her jacket. You reach the rocks, leaning your back against them as you fold your hands together. Stubbs stands beside Elsie, ready in case she falls backwards.

You help push her up the side of the rocks, and she manages to drag herself up to the top. There’s a few tense moments of quiet as she loads up her data pad, and you’re bouncing your leg with nerves. Anxiety presses over your throat, making the already hot air so much harder to breathe in. Then Elsie’s voice calls out from above,

“I’ve found them.”

Air floods your lungs, and you feel dizzy with relief. Stubbs helps Elsie climb down the last chunks of rock, despite her insistence. Once she’s down on solid ground, she shows you the location. It’s not too far away. As your little group sets off in the correct direction, you feel the urge to run to Logan.

It’s far too long for your liking, but soon enough the two of them are in sight. William must have stopped for a rest, and Logan remains bound with the end of the rope tied to the saddle of William’s horse.

“How are we going to do this?” Stubbs asks you.

“We’ll just walk up to them?” Elsie answers with a frown, and you shake your head,

“We don’t know how William will react. You saw what he did to those hosts.” Stubbs nods in agreement, and Elsie’s face grows distant as she remembers the footage you had watched.

“We should move in slowly.” Stubbs suggests, and you agree. “Each take a side, and you take the back.” He instructs you, to which you nod.

The three of you separate, heading in your designated directions.

You make your way quietly towards the two of them. The benefit of having a host horse is that it doesn’t startle when you approach. You can hear William and Logan talking, and a small flood of relief courses through you at the sound of Logan’s voice. You recognise Logan’s drawl, most likely making a smartass comment. Then you hear the sound of a punch, and you tense, a surge of anger prompting you into action. Seizing a large chunk of broken log, you round the side of the horse.

“Hey Billy.” You call out, using the nickname you know he hates. He turns, his eyes wide, hand on his pistol. But you’re faster. The log swings, colliding with his face. He lands on the floor with a groan. You cast the log aside, kicking him in the face. There’s a crack as his nose breaks, and he’s caught so unaware he can’t stop you from landing another two kicks to his stomach. He cries out when your foot strays lower, kicking him where it hurts the most. His face presses against the dirt, as he rocks from side to side in pain. You reach forward, grasping at the knife on his belt. His eyes meet yours for a moment, hard and angry, but there’s a flicker of fear as you hold the knife over him.

Then you turn to Logan. He gives you a small smile, lifting his bound hands towards you, wiggling one hand in a tiny wave. A relieved smile tugs at your lips as you approach him, breathing out a tiny laugh at how bashful he looks. Despite the humour in your interaction, both of yours and Logan’s eyes are filled with emotion.

His throat bobs as you begin to cut the ropes that bind his hands together. If he wasn’t so dehydrated, he thinks he would be crying by now. Your hands feel shaky as you work the sharp metal against the rope, and you can’t look at Logan. If you do, you’ll end up crying. He’s sunburnt, and bruised, and the skin around his wrists is raw. It hurts you to see your cocky, self-assured Logan like this.

“I thought I told you not to get into any trouble?” You say, attempting a joke though it fails when your voice cracks. Logan gives you a wobbly smile, as you pull the rope away from his wrists, discarding it.

“M’afraid trouble’s my middle name.”

The laugh gets caught in your throat, and the fear that’s been lingering in your heart for the last several hours gives way. Tears slide down your cheeks, but you don’t reach for Logan. You’re frozen still, afraid of hurting him despite every cell in your body screaming out for him.

Logan wraps his arms tight around you, crushing your body against his chest. His ribs ache from the bruising caused by the falls he took as William’s horse dragged him over the terran. Every muscle in his body is sore and tender, but he holds you with every ounce of strength he has left.

He buries his face against your neck, wincing when his sunburnt skin catches against your clothing. You cling onto the arms of his jacket, and it feels as though you’re the only thing holding the two of you up.

You both turn at the sound of someone approaching. A frown creases your brow when you hear a small crackle of electricity. Then William cries out in pain.

Elsie has a taser in her hand, and is pointing it at William. You meet her eyes, and she gives you a wide grin. Stubbs shakes his head at her with a small sigh, but doesn’t attempt to stop her.

Logan tightens his grip on you, as his eyes dart between Elsie and Stubbs. Then he looks down at you.

“You came for me.” He says softly, his voice hoarse and dry. Your eyes widen as you see the surprise in his gaze.

“Of course I did. Wherever you are, I’ll always come for you.”

He presses his face hard against your neck, ignoring the pain of his raw skin as he chokes on a small sob. Your fingers card through his hair, careful of the matted tangles from the grime and sweat of the last few days.

“That’s a good line Austen, should include it in that new romance narrative.” He teases, but his words are shaky and filled with emotion now that he knows for certain that he’s safe. He feels your shake your head, before insisting in a soft voice,

“Those words are just for you.”

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flightlessangelwings · 3 years

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Kinktober day 1: Face Sitting

Face-sitting || Cream-pie || Anonymous sex

Logan Delos x afab!reader

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: smut (18+ only), oral (reader receiving), no use of y/n, smut with no pronoun use

Notes: Kicking off kinktober with my favorite bisexual disaster bottom lol! I had a LOT of fun writing this one too! Kinktober list provided by the lovely @the-purity-pen! And feel free to follow my update blog too to stay up to date with my fics @flightlessangelwings-updates. Enjoy!

You were bored.

This was supposed to be the event of the year: the Delos gala at the Ritz Carlton hotel to celebrate another successful year. It was all glitz and glam and beautiful people whenever you looked. This was your first time attending, and you had looked forward to this for months. But now that you were here, you were bored out of your mind. All anyone wanted to talk about was money and all the fancy things they bought with their fortunes.

You weren’t like that, though. It was just a job to you, and even though it paid well, you were nowhere near the level of riches that many of the attendees were. Not that you cared about it anyway. As long as you could take care of yourself and those around you, you were happy. So, you absent-mindedly listened to the conversations around you as you sipped your drink.

Then, a voice broke you out of your head, ‘“Enjoying yourself?”

Startled, you jumped a bit and almost dropped your glass, though luckily it was empty. With a gasp, you tightened your grip to keep it from happening as you turned toward the voice. Your mouth dropped open when you realized who the voice belonged to, “Logan?!”

Logan chuckled as he waved a server over and took two fresh glasses from his tray. He wrapped a hand over yours and slid the empty glass out of your hand and replaced it with a full one. Your heart hammered in your chest when you felt his soft skin against yours.

“You look bored,” Logan sounded amused as he clinked his glass with yours and took a big sip.

You suddenly felt flustered under his gaze, “I… Sorry,” you dropped your gaze.

“Don’t be,” Logan brought a hand under your chin and tilted your face back up to meet his eyes again, “These parties are dull as shit.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his bluntness. During your time working for Delos Inc, you saw Logan in passing several times. You’ve had brief conversations with him, but the two of you weren’t necessarily close. But, you couldn’t deny your immediate attraction to the tall, handsome man. You thought he wouldn’t look twice at you, that he was way out of your league, but the intense way he stared at you made you swallow hard.

“How about you and me get out of here and have a better party?”

Logan’s blunt offer made your heart pound in your chest and you were sure you had the stupidest dumbfounded look on your face. You stammered for a moment only to be cut off with his laughter, and oh how beautiful his laugh was. Quickly, you gathered whatever courage you had and answered with a hushed, “Yes.”

“Come on, beautiful,” Logan held a hand out to you and it was like the rest of the world melted away.

His hand felt warmer that you imagined and his grip was surprisingly strong. You let Logan guide you through the glitter that surrounded you until you were in an elevator with him. The moment the doors closed, he was on you and had you pinned against the wall. His large hand that once held yours was now on your face as he tilted you at just the right angle to meet his lips.

Logan’s kiss was heated as he took your lips with his own. He wasted no time in tasting you as his tongue darted out between your lips and you immediately parted them for him. You met his passions with your own as you clung to his silky suit jacket and moaned into his mouth.

“You taste so good,” Logan purred in your ear, “I can’t wait to taste the rest of you.”

You couldn’t even reply because the ding of the elevator cut you off, and Logan’s hand was back in yours. You couldn’t help the giddy grin on your face as he led you to his penthouse suite and locked the door behind you. Again, he pinned you against the door the moment you were truly alone and his lips were back on yours in a flash.

Logan peeled you off the door and led you through the lavish suite into the bedroom. Along the way, you each tugged and pulled at each other’s clothes, desperate for the prizes underneath. Once you finally got him free of his jacket and shirt, the sight of Logan before you completely took your breath away. He definitely noticed, and with a sly grin of his own, he slid your dress off your shoulders.

“You looked pretty in that,” he motioned to your discarded clothes while he spoke in a low tone. Logan’s gaze bore into you as he ran his hands up and down your sides, “But you look even better like this.”

“Logan…” you breathed as you watched in awe as he shed his pants in one swift motion. You wanted to tell him how beautiful he was, and how many times you imagined having him like this, but any words were caught in your throat. Instead, you lunged forward and took his lips with yours as the two of you crashed onto the bed, his body underneath yours. But, when you tried to run your hands down his body, he stopped you, “What…?”

“Later,” Logan said softly, “First, I want you to sit on my face.”

“Are- Are you sure?”

Logan kissed you again before he guided your body up his own. You were hesitant, but you let him do what he wanted until your thighs were on either side of his face. When you looked down, you lost any air in your lungs as he looked up at you with those dark eyes. Wasting no time, Logan wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you down until your pussy made contact with his tongue.

You let out an embarrassingly loud moan as Logan immediately dove his tongue into your folds. You rocked your hips against his face as he swirled his tongue around all your sensitive spots. It was as if he had a map to your body, since he found every place you liked. You held onto the bed frame to hold yourself up while Logan licked and sucked at your pussy.

“Logan…” you moaned his name as you felt the heat build up in your body, “I’m…”

It didn’t take long for you to completely come undone on Logan’s face, and he did not let up until you were a whimpering, trembling mess. You leaned forward and rested your head against the bed frame while Logan pepperd soft kisses all along your inner thigh. He made no attempt to move, however, content to lay underneath you for the time being.

“You definitely taste better than I imagined,” Logan murmured as he slowly kissed your pussy again, “Ride my face again, baby.”

That was when you discovered how insatiable Logan really was, not that either of you had any complaints. You’d return the favor whenever he decided to let you off of his face.

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neoncrowpen · 3 years

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Your back hit the wall hard. Almost all air left you until another thought occurred to you. Pulling back the curtain, you searched for a particular person rather than focus on the pleasure you felt between your legs. The saloon hosts went about their predetermined routes and dialogues. Two hosts giggled as they pulled a guest upstairs to the more private rooms. Another guest almost fell out of her chair from knocking back a glass of dark whiskey. Your boyfriend sat among other Delos employees. Each one eyed each other suspiciously until one of them announced an accusation to everyone in the room.

“Stuart’s cheatin’!”

“Fuck you, Todd.” Your boyfriend responded. “I’m not cheating. See? I got the best hand.” He laid down his cards. Everyone else at the table groaned in frustration. Your boyfriend collected his pile of winnings from the center of table. His laugh carried throughout the room. You almost felt bad. Almost. He leaned back, placing his hands behind his head. He sighed with pleasure.

“Tomorrow we’re gonna switch parks to Warworld,” Todd nudged your boyfriend. “You gotta come with us.” A wicked smile appeared on their faces.

“Wait, what about Y/N?” Kyle chirped up next to them. He shuffled the cards for the second time. “She’s going to ruin everything if she tags along.”

“Yeah dude. Who brings their girlfriend to Westworld?” Todd smacked your boyfriend’s arm.

“Don’t worry about her. I’m sure she’s not even interested in half the crap we’re doing.” Your boyfriend laughed out loud. Teeth dug into your skin. Logan Delos’ groin thrusted into you over and over. Your fingers gripped the curtains as you gasped for air. Logan brought your attention back to what was really important. A loud snort distracted you again. Your boyfriend’s choice of words didn’t surprise you. “She’s been spending this whole trip doing historical, cheesy crap. What a waste, amirite?”

“That’s what you get for dating someone from the writer’s room,” Todd scoffed. “Bunch of fucked up nerds.”

Logan grabbed your face, meeting your eyes with his. “Look at me.” He breathed. “Say my name.”

“Logan,” you called out to him. Your quiet tone displeased him. He let your legs touch the ground. The moment of peace flew by as he turned you around, keeping your face flush to the wall with your hands behind your back. He slid himself back into you slowly and then back to the same heated beat.

“Louder,” Logan told you.

“What if they hear us?”

Logan bit your ear, causing you to cry out. Logan’s dark laugh shifted something inside of you. “That’s the point. I want them to hear us.”

“Logan,” you said two steps louder. “I’ll get in trouble if we’re caught.”

“Fine.” Logan said in a frustrated tone. He let you use your hands to balance yourself as he took you from behind again. His next offer sent shivers down your spine. “But, tomorrow, I get to fuck you in my favorite part of the parks.”

You heard the smirk on his face. The heat from his words covered your ear. “Mafiaworld has a room where anything goes. I’m going to make you scream so goddamned loud for me. And your Stuart won’t be able to stop us.”

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aleksandersshadow · 3 years

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Just Keep Breathin’

Pairing : Logan Delos x Reader

Word Count : 457

Warnings : Panic attack, depressive thoughts. It’s heavy. Angst.

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~Some days, things just take way too much of my energy

I look up and the whole room's spinning~

Logan's life felt like hell. More than usual. Ever since he had come back from WestWorld, he had tried to tell his father the truth about William many times and every single time his father had refused to believe him. He was basically fighting for his place in the company and things were not getting any better for him.

There had been an important meeting today and his father had not allowed him to join it, taking William with him instead.

Logan felt absolutely drained. He felt worthless. His head was pounding and he couldn't even stand. Everything was spinning in front of him.

~You take my cares away

I can so over complicate

People tell me to medicate~

Logan's only support system was you. You were the only one who believed in him, the only person who was always there for him. Although you loved each other, you weren't together. Maybe one day, when his life was back on track, Logan would ask you to be his.

Right now,that day seemed impossible.

~Feel my blood running

Swear the sky's falling~

It was getting more and more difficult for him to breathe. His heart rate was increasing and he couldn't hear anything but the blood rushing through his veins. Logan was sure he was going to faint.

He had texted you when he had left his office. Something about work eating him alive and him being tired of living. He was feeling so trapped and overwhelmed that he hadn’t even thought about how much the text would scare you.

~Time goes by and

I can't control my mind~

About a dozen negative thoughts attacked his mind with every passing second. He felt so stupid, so pathetic, so weak. He tried to take a deep breath and failed.

~Don't know what else to try~

What else could he do? That was how you calmed him, right? By helping him control his breathing? But he needed you close , he couldn't do this without you.

~But you tell me every time

Just keep breathing and breathing

And breathing~

Logan faintly registered the door being pushed open. He felt someone touch his face and lift it from where it was burrowed in his hands. He tried to blink his vision clear and saw you kneeling in front of him. You looked concerned and terrified.

Next, he heard your voice. It was telling him the same thing over and over again.

Breathe, Logan, breathe...

In...

Out...

His breathing was getting under control ..

~And I know I gotta keep--

I keep on breathing~

For him, you are the reason he keeps on breathing.

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delos-mio · 3 years

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LOGAN DELOS MASTERLIST

ONE SHOTS

Both Are Broken - 1 Both Are Broken Pt 2

Pariah- One Shot

That’s What I Like He Looks up Grinning Like a Devil

SERIES

Partners STORY PAGE

Partners Pt 1 Partners Pt 2 Partners Pt 3 Partners Pt 4

Partners Pt 5

Partners Pt 6

Partners Pt 7

Partners Pt 8

Partners Pt 9

Partners Pt 10

Partners Pt 11

Partners Pt 12

Partners Pt 13

Partners Pt 14

Partners Pt 15

Partners Pt 16 Partners - The Conclusion

Six Months Pt 1

Six Months Pt 2

Six Months Pt 3

Six Months Pt 4

Six Months Pt 5

Death of a Bachelor STORY PAGE Death of a Bachelor Pt 1 Death of a Bachelor Pt 2 Death of a Bachelor Pt 3 Death of a Bachelor Pt 4 Death of a Bachelor Pt 5 Death of a Bachelor Pt 6 Death of a Bachelor Pt 7 Death of a Bachelor Pt 8 Death of a Bachelor Pt 9 Death of a Bachelor Pt 10 Death of a Bachelor Pt 11 Death of a Bachelor Pt 12 Death of a Bachelor Pt 13 Death of a Bachelor Pt 14 Death of a Bachelor Pt 15 Death of a Bachelor Pt 16 Death of a Bachelor Pt 17 Death of a Bachelor Pt 18 Death of a Bachelor Epilogue

First Thing To Go STORY PAGE First Thing To Go - The Before First Thing To Go - Day 1

Invisible String STORY PAGE Invisible String - Part 1 Invisible String - Part 2 Invisible String - Part 3

DRABBLE

Fucking on a penthouse balcony Where he’s your boss He gets handsy during class Jealous Logan You left a huge hickey on him He gets handsy during a movie A very dirty family dinner PDA at a Delos event Fluffy morning Logan Dominant Logan He’s head over heels for you An Unexpected Phone Call When He’s Found The One Headcanons Midnight skinny dipping Blind first date You're sick, Logan takes care of you

Iron Chef writing challenge - taking a bath together

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something-tofightfor · 4 years

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High Roller - 2

Pairing: Logan Delos x Reader (HCtS)

Word Count: 6843

Rating: M (language, mentions of sex)

Author’s Note: This has been done for a little while, but I wanted to take a break from Benjamin... and give you part 2 of Mr. and Mrs. Delos’ first wedding. Lots of set up, and a lot of VERY happy Logan ... as he should be. (sorry about that cliffhanger....)

Summary: You’re married to Logan and back in your hotel... how will you spend the rest of your first night as a married woman?

“What do you want to drink?” She was speaking loudly into your ear, the sound of the people around you much louder than it had been when you’d left the hotel earlier that night. “The same thing, or-” You raised the glass to your lips, draining the remainder of the liquid from it and feeling the cubes clink against your teeth. Yeah, the same.

“Juliet, let me get th-”

“No. You didn’t get a bachelorette party, so you’re certainly not buying your drinks on your…” She raised an eyebrow, lowering her voice to a whisper and mouthing the next words she said. “Wedding night.” You’d been Mrs. Logan Delos - legally and officially - for just under two hours, signing the marriage certificate and the guestbook at the chapel before taking photos with Logan, Juliet and Mark, but it was still sinking in. I’m married… we’re… he’s… “So what do you want?” You set your glass down on the small space between the slot machines, gesturing to it.

“Another one of those is fine, Juliet, but we can wait until the waitress comes back, she’s been wandering…” With a shake of her head, Juliet stood, tipping her chin toward the bar. “Thank you.”

“Be right back.” Juliet glanced over her shoulder at you as she walked away, but you’d already turned to look at the machine in front of you again, a small smile on your lips. After you’d finished at the chapel, the four of you had decided to head back to your hotel, this time taking the same car. Logan ditched his jacket in the room, and you’d switched out your new shoes for more comfortable ones while dropping off the bag Juliet had carried to the chapel for you, knowing that it would likely be a late night. Despite what everyone thought about Logan - and the way that the two of you were when you were around each other - it had been a simple decision to put off going back to the room together in order to celebrate. Even Juliet and Mark were surprised.

Two hours earlier

After signing the certificate, Logan pulled you by the hand back into the room you’d gotten ready in, shutting the door behind you and pushing you against it without saying a word. He kissed you again - hard - his body pressed against yours without space left between. “You did it.” He breathed the words, lips moving against yours and then sighed, swallowing and pulling back slightly. “I didn’t think… I didn’t ever want…” You knew what he was trying to say, but instead of replying to him you reached up, fingertips tracing over the curve of his cheek before going into his hair and tugging on it, the smile never disappearing. “Part of me believed that… that something would happen, that this wouldn’t…” He sighed again, forehead resting against yours. “But you can’t take it back now, and… no one can…”

“Logan, there’s nothing that would have stopped me in there.” You removed your hand from his head and wrapped both of your arms around him. “And I don’t want to take it back.” You knew he needed to hear you say it. He wasn’t shy about showing you how he felt, but words meant more to him than actions since his words were worth more than anything. “I love you, Lo. I wouldn’t have suggested this if I wasn’t going to follow through.” He pulled you away from the door by your upper arms, his long fingers running down them and then back up, curling around your shoulders. “What?” He was staring at you, dark eyes focused on your face, teeth biting into his lower lip. “Why are you looking at me l-”

“Your dress. I’m glad you didn’t tell me about it, I…” He stepped further away, not letting go of you. “I got you a backless…” He remembered. You’d chosen the dress because the top was similar to the one that you’d been wearing in the airport when you’d left the Bahamas. Both had been backless and halter style, but the first one reached the floor and was multicolored, while the one you’d chosen from the Forum Shops was white and reached only to your knees. “Full circle, yeah?” You felt his fingers stroking the bare skin of your back as you agreed with him, turning your head to rest your cheek against his chest. “You realize we’re gonna have to have another wedding, right?”

“Yep.” You closed your eyes, focused on the way he was touching you, fingertips moving slowly against your spine. “Figured we’d have to do the big one in LA, let someone plan it and…” You sighed, realizing that without even being aware of it, you’d started to rock back and forth in his arms. “Give Logan Delos the wedding that he -”

“This is what I wanted.” His voice low, Logan lowered his head, cheek against the top of yours. “This is all I wanted, and I got it. Whatever else happens… this is what matters.” You were both quiet, swaying back and forth gently. “But…” Logan stopped, saying your name. “I want you to have a real wedding, too. All your friends and family, the… the ceremony of it.”

“That’s not important, Logan, I don’t need -” He laughed, tilting his head back. “What?”

“You might not need it, but I know that it’ll mean a lot for the people that are important to you.” You were surprised by the tone of his voice. “And I want Em to…” Of course you do. “You’re a Delos, and… and people will be watchin’ you, and I don’t care what they think of me, but if…” He sighed, a deep sound - one of resignation that you knew he’d perfected over the years. “If people think you…” He raised his eyebrow, one corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk. “Whisked me away to Vegas and married me in secret, that there won’t be a real wedding, they’re going to make a lot of assumptions about you, and that’s unacceptable to me.” You weren’t surprised that he was protective of you; he’d been that way for the duration of your relationship, but you were surprised that for once, you wanted to agree with him right away.

“Alright, then. We’ll give them their wedding, Logan.” You nodded, taking a deep breath and feeling as he tightened his grip on you. “But before that… you’ve gotta give me tonight.” He agreed, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “We gotta go take pictures, but what… what’s next, Lo?” Are we going back to the room? Are we going out? What does this mean?

“I can promise you,” he groaned, leaning in to kiss the corner of your mouth. “That when I get you back up into that room later, that you’re not leaving that bed until it’s time to go home tomorrow.” Your heart racing, you turned your head slightly, Logan catching the fullest part of your lower lip between his teeth. Oh, oh I… “But I think that before that happens, we should…” He dropped his hands to your waist, pulling you flush against him. “We should spend some time with Mark and Jules, thank them for coming out here and bein’ with us.” I agree. “We’ll go back to the hotel and figure it out from there, if that’s…”

“There’s no rush, Logan.” You kissed him - just a quick one - and then pushed him away from you, reaching down to straighten your dress. “This is just night one.”

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You grinned to yourself as you reached up with your left hand, rings catching the lights from the other machines as you pushed the buttons to place your bet, taking a deep breath and pulling the lever. Gambling was something that you’d done occasionally prior to meeting Logan - weekend trips to Windsor and Niagara Falls, the Bahamas and even Las Vegas twice - but working for Delos had changed things for you drastically. Your salary increased, your opportunity for travel increased, and you’d gotten better at playing cards, thanks to Logan. While you still had a preference for the slot machines, you were more confident about sitting down at a table, too. Wonder how he’s doing. The reels stopped spinning, and as you leaned forward to place another bet, your mind wandered to your husband, who was somewhere off in the casino, sitting at a blackjack table with Mark.

The four of you had gone to the bar as soon as you hit the casino floor, doing a shot in celebration before splitting up; Logan and Mark heading for the table games, and you and Juliet opting for the slots. You’d gotten to know the woman almost as well as you knew your husband, and were thrilled to be her sister in law - and even more excited that she seemed to want you in the family just as much as her brother did. Juliet had many friends, you knew, but she’d accepted you in a way that you hadn’t expected. “Hey, you won!” Her voice interrupted your thoughts, and as you refocused on your machine, you saw that it was waiting for you to select a bonus screen. Shit, I didn’t… “I’m just in time.” She settled in to the empty seat next to you, handing you your drink, and after thanking her, you reached out with your free hand, pressing on the screen until you’d revealed the number of free spins you’d receive.

Ten minutes - and two hundred dollars won from the bonus - later, you cashed out, Juliet laughing with you as you stood and made your way to the table area. “I don’t want to interrupt him, Juliet, he’s -”

“It’s fine.” The two of you scanned the crowd, looking for the men you’d come with. “I stand with Mark while he plays all the time, Logan will be happy to see you.” I hope so. It didn’t take you long to find them; both men were seated and playing blackjack with a small crowd gathered and watching. Must be a good table. You and Juliet joined the group of people circling the table, and while you knew that she was focused on Mark, you couldn’t take your eyes off of Logan.

He’d pulled the jacket and his tie off before taking the elevator back down, unbuttoning the top two buttons on his dress shirt, and though his hair was still styled, it was a little less perfect than it had been, thanks to your wandering hands. He was focused on his cards, but you saw the smile on his face as he tapped on the table with two long fingers, the ring on his hand a stark contrast to his pale skin. He played three hands - and won two of them - while you watched, the stack of chips next to his right hand growing, but after the last hand was dealt, he glanced up and saw you, his eyes lighting up and the smile on his face growing.

Even though he didn’t wave you over or say anything to you, you grinned back at him, giving him a slight nod before he returned his attention to the cards. “You’re being stared at,” Juliet whispered the words into your ear, looping her arm through yours. “Girl in a green shirt, on Logan’s left.” You waited a few seconds and then turned your gaze where Juliet directed, seeing a young blonde woman watching you. What? “She was staring at him, and then…” Juliet laughed, squeezing your elbow. “Then she saw him look at you.” That’s how it’s going to be, according to him. You thought back through your relationship, realizing that you’d grown almost immune to other people looking at Logan and vying for his attention. You saw it, but it didn’t bother you - and your eyes widened at your next realization. It hasn’t bothered me for a while.

Logan was attractive - almost painfully so - and you’d been his date to enough functions to know that no matter where he was or who he was with, people would stare - and some of them would even try to touch. But he doesn’t act on it. And he won’t. You watched the woman in the green, and without thinking, lifted your hand to tuck hair behind your ear, trying not to wince as you realized that subconsciously, you’d lifted your left hand, wanting her to see your rings. Don’t be that person, you don’t need to be. “We talked about this last night,” you told Juliet, lowering your hand. “Said ‘let ‘em look’ because that doesn’t matter, and we can’t stop anyone else, so…” You shrugged. “She can look at him all she wants, but I’m not … I’m not worried.” She was silent for a few seconds and then laughed, leaning her head against your shoulder.

“God, he got lucky with you.” Did he? “Even with what just happened tonight, most people would be livid that someone was staring at him like that, and you’re just…” She waved a hand in the air, shaking her head. “It’s great that you’re that way, and I’m sure he appreciates it, but …” Juliet said your name, her tone serious. “You’re going to have to remember that… people are gonna be watching you, especially when they…” Her eyes dropped for a second to your hand and then moved back up to your face. “You can’t let people assume that it’s indifference to what he does, because they’ll run with that.” Shit. “You’ll know what you’re feeling and why you’re acting the way you are, but they won’t, and believe me when I say that those rumors? Even when you know they aren’t true? They hurt.”

You’d met Juliet a few weeks after moving to California, freshly married to Mark and back from their honeymoon - the wedding had been two weeks before you’d gotten to LA, basically right after Logan had first called you. You’d been around to see the effects of the paparazzi on a ‘new’ relationship, especially where a Delos was concerned, but hadn’t really felt how ruthless they could be until after you and Logan had been photographed at a charity bar event together and the rumors started. It’s good advice. You told her as much, thanking her, and while you both went back to watching the two men, your mind wandered. The last thing you wanted was for the first few weeks of your marriage to Logan to be tainted with rumors, but you knew that every day you hid the truth from people, the worse it would be when things came out. But maybe they won’t find out until we … Even as you had the thought you rolled your eyes, knowing that there was no way to keep your wedding a secret. We’ll be lucky if we get out of Vegas with no one knowing.

“They’re standing up,” she murmured, pulling her arm from yours. “Must’ve gone on a cold streak.” Your eyes followed Logan as he stepped away from the table, rolling his shoulders back and glancing around at the crowd, the girl in the green stepping forward like she wanted to talk to him. But Logan didn’t even pause, circling around the table and walking straight for you while Mark made his way to Juliet, two people taking their seats immediately. That was quick. Logan reached you first, one arm winding around your waist as he grinned at you.

“You watchin’ me play?” I am. “See me win?” You nodded, waiting. “We’re gonna play poker after we get somethin’ to eat, but we’re going into the high limit room.” What? You’d been into the rooms previously, though only to watch other people gamble or throw a $100 bill into a machine and then leave a few minutes later when it was gone, but you knew that for Logan, the room meant something totally different. “C’mon. Made a reservation for Scarpetta, and now that we don’t have to come find you two, we’ll be early.”

“Wait, so you didn’t go cold?” You stared up at him and Logan shook his head no. “Logan, you didn’t have to get up, you could have kept playing.” He rolled his eyes, and as you stepped onto the escalator to ride up to where the restaurant was, Logan spoke again.

“It’s just a game, I can play any time.” He took your hand in his, fingers linking with yours. “Besides, you’ve gotta eat.” As you stepped onto the flat floor, he pulled you forward. “Believe me.” Oh, I do. The four of you made your way to the restaurant, and within a few minutes you were seated at one of the square tables, a large window overlooking the fountains right in front of you. As you looked over the menu, you felt your eyes widen at the prices, debating over whether or not to say anything about it. No, it’s not like… he’s just going to tell me to… “Hey.” Logan leaned in, kissing your cheek and then speaking directly into your ear. “I know that we didn’t need to come somewhere so nice, but it’s… a special occasion, and I wanted to at least make sure that …” He trailed off. “You’re gonna have to get used to this, Mrs. Delos.” He closed his teeth around your earlobe, biting gently before releasing it and sitting up straight, covering your hand with his on the tabletop. For you? I’ll do that, Lo.

---

The meal was delicious, and even though you stuck to water - along with Logan - it still felt like a celebration. Despite his protests, Logan admitted defeat and let Mark and Juliet pay for the whole thing, the younger Delos pulling the check from her brother’s hand and shoving him back into his seat with her free one. “You shouldn’t be paying for anything today, Logan.” As she laid her platinum card down in the envelope, handing it back to the server, you glanced at Logan, seeing that he was running a thumb over the back of his ring finger, eyes focused on his hand.

“Lo?” You shifted in your chair, leaning over. “You alright?” He didn’t reply at first, finger still moving and then looked up at you, his eyes bright.

“Yes. Better than alright.” He reached over, fingers sliding back against your jaw and then wrapping around the back of your head, pulling you close. “Don’t worry about me.” He swallowed and then kissed you, lips landing against yours, the metal of his ring cool against the skin of the back of your neck.

“You know,” a voice interrupted you, laughter in it. “You guys have a room that’s only an elevator ride away.” You felt Logan groan, tightening his hold on you before he pulled back, releasing you and dropping his hand to the tabletop. “You guys can go upstairs, we’d understand, I -”

“Juliet.” Logan cleared his throat, leaning forward and using his bent arm to prop his chin up on the table, one eyebrow raised. “My wife and I will go to our room when we’re ready.” She laughed at the use of the word ‘wife’ but otherwise didn’t interrupt. “But until then, I promised your husband that we’d go and see the Talon Club and spend obscene amounts of money at the poker table.” Your lips twitched, eyes moving back to Juliet, who was leaning back in her chair, arms crossed over her chest. “You can play too, Juliet, I know how much you love-”

“I haven’t played poker since the last time I was in the Mariposa, Logan.” Juliet’s long fingers ran through her curls, lips stretching into a grin. “And that damn Hector rode in and ruined the hottest streak of my life, even with fake money.” You heard him laugh at her reply, Logan leaning back in his chair, too, his arm going around your shoulders. “And anway, don’t you need an established line of credit to play in the high limit room? We don’t come here enough to -”

“We stopped in before the car came to take us to the chapel.” Mark finally spoke, fingers drumming idly against the table. “Set ‘em up for all four of us, so that we can…” What? I can’t… You didn’t know exactly what the requirement was for the room, but you knew that your salary - although elevated - would have been nowhere near enough to support even a few hands at the table with Logan, Mark and Juliet.

“Lo, I can’t, that’s not…” You turned to him, expecting to see an annoyed look on his face, but instead you saw concern. “I don’t have the…” He sighed, eyes flicking to Juliet and then back to you.

“C’mere.” He stood and held out a hand to you, pulling you to your feet. “We’ll go talk for a minute.” Leaving Juliet and Mark at the table to wait for the check, you and Logan walked through the restaurant and back into the open area just outside, the noise of the crowd reaching your ears again. When you’d made it a few steps away, Logan gestured for you to sit down, dropping onto one of the cushioned benches next to you and pulling you close, your body pressed against his. “We’ve had this conversation before.” He said your name when you didn’t reply, and you turned your head to look at him. “I wanted this to be somethin’ that we could do together, with Juliet and Mark, and you can go into the club without the credit line, but you can’t play.”

What he was saying to you made sense, and you knew that he hadn’t done anything with malicious intent, but it struck you - again - how different your life was from Logan’s, how, even after years of being with him, the financial distance was still in the front of your mind. “I can’t take your money, Logan, I can’t be…”

“Stop.” He swallowed, adjusting his position on the seat and taking your hand in his. “You’re going to have to get used to this, too, especially now. You might not want it, or need it or think that you can use it, but the money isn’t… I can make more money.” He squeezed your hand, scoffing. “I’m makin’ money just sitting here with you right now.” Logan paused. “There is absolutely no way that I could spend all of the money I’ve earned already… and I plan on workin’ for at least another fifteen years, so… you do the math.” You felt yourself smiling, the meaning of his words sinking in. “As soon as we get back to Los Angeles, we’ll be takin’ care of all the bullshit - getting you credit cards issued with your new last name on ‘em, adding you to my bank accounts, putting you on the deed to my place…”

“What?” You froze. “Logan, you don’t need to -”

“No. I do.” He was quiet for a few seconds, watching the people move around on the landing. “You agreed to marry me, and whether this happens now or after the LA wedding, it’s going to happen. You’re a Delos. You’re my wife, and you should get used to havin’ whatever you want and need.” I already do. I’ve got you. “I trust you, and I trust you to be responsible with all of it, and it starts with you sittin’ next to me at that poker table tonight.” Unsure of how to answer him, you waited, thinking.

He knows I don’t care about the money, he knows I won’t… “I’m not very good at poker, Lo.” You finally replied, turning your head to stare at him. “But if I can use that on roulette or craps or even blackjack, I’m in.”

“Yeah?” You nodded and he did too, ginning at you. “You can use it anywhere in the hotel, but I -”

“The few times we’ve been to the park, Logan, I haven’t exactly spent a lot of time playing cards.” He pressed his lips together, eyes full of amusement. “So before I start throwing your money around on a game that I -” But you were cut off by a camera flash, followed by someone loudly saying Logan’s name - and then yours. Shit. He only froze for a few seconds and then stood, pulling you to your feet in the same movement as he took his phone from his pocket, unlocking it and typing quickly with one thumb. “Logan, what -”

“We’re going into the lounge.” He finished his message, phone disappearing back into his pocket as people moved closer to you, still repeating his name. “Need to get where they can’t, and no one’s allowed in the high limit rooms, no pictures in there, nothing…” He was murmuring to you as he took your hand - your left in his right - and pulled you in the direction of the escalator. “Down one floor and to the right.” Your heart was pounding, but Logan stayed calm, standing close to you as you descended, an arm around your waist, hand pressed flat against your abdomen. “They can’t follow us in there, but they’ll probably… some of them will…” He sighed, ducking his head down to kiss your shoulder. “They’ll wait. They’ll see what they got just now and…”

You’d known that the likelihood of getting out of Vegas with no one knowing that you’d gotten married was low, but you and Logan had been sitting on the bench for at least ten minutes, giving the assembled paparazzi plenty of time to photograph you, and you knew that with the way you were dressed, the pictures would be scrutinized even more closely. “They’re gonna see, Logan.” Though disappointed in your lack of privacy, you weren’t as upset as you thought you would have been. “Gonna know that you -”

“That I’m officially off the market?” You stepped off of the moving stairs, finding the sign for the Talon Club and heading for it, his hand rising to ruffle your hair - still tied loosely back. “That you finally made an honest man out of me?” At that, you stopped, not caring who could see, and turned back to Logan, both of your hands going to his face.

“You’ve always been honest, Logan, it’s just that too many people didn’t take the time to learn it for themselves.” He grinned at you and then surged forward, wrapping you in his arms and kissing you hard, lips giving way to teeth, though his hands didn’t wander from your back, and yours only dropped as far as his shoulders. “Love you, Lo.” You took a deep breath when he pulled away, exhaling as the two of you stepped the final few feet toward the entrance, flanked on both sides by lion statues on pedestals.

“Love you, too.”

---

Mark and Juliet made their way into the spacious room a few minutes later, both of them stopping at the bar to get drinks before heading to where you and Logan were standing, eyes on the doorway. “What the fuck was that?”Juliet spoke quietly, draining half of her drink in one long sip. “There were ten people out there with - “

“They saw us sitting down, and they moved in, Jules. I already sent out an email to Marley, so he knows that…” Logan’s lip curled. “One fucking night, I just…” This is my fault. Wait, who’s Marley?

“Hotel security was already trying to escort them out, but it looked like a few of ‘em had room keys so who knows what’s going to happen.” Mark finally spoke, gesturing toward the door with one thumb. “Might as well just play for a while, and then we can worry about it when we leave.” Logan sighed, his arm around your waist, but he agreed. “Alright, what first?”

The four of you saw the teller and got chips, the sheer amount of money you were holding in your hands enough to make you go cross-eyed, but as soon as you made your way back to the roulette table that Juliet chose, you forgot about everything else and focused on the game in front of you, the cream colored felt looking virtually new beneath the multicolored chips that you put down onto it.

You played it conservative for a few turns of the wheel, placing a single chip onto the table and getting a feel for the game, but Logan and Juliet consistently made more expensive bets. Small stacks of chips were set down and swept off the table as the results came in, and though each of you won a few times, you could see how quickly your - Logan’s - money would disappear unless you started winning more often. Slow it down, you can just stand here with him, you… Logan said your name, drawing your attention, and you turned your head to look at him, feeling as the knuckles of his right hand moved up and down over the center of your back. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m just not used to betting this much, Logan, it -” He winked at you. “What?”

“Play. Have a good time. It’s your wedding night, don’t worry about what it costs.” He leaned in, the tick-tick-tick of the ball spinning within the wheel fading. “I’ve been tellin’ you for years this is how it’s going to be, and the sooner you get used to it, the better.” He leaned in, kissing you quickly, and though you tasted the scotch on his lips, you didn’t have a chance to savor it. “Make a bet. Pick a good number.” You glanced at the table, watching as Juliet made a fist, grinning as a stack of chips was thrust in her direction. “See? She’s winnin’, you can too.”

“Alright, Logan, But I’m paying you back -”

“No.” He straightened up, not breaking eye contact, though the look in his was amusement instead of anger. “You’re not.”

---

By the time the four of you moved from the table and decided to play something else, you’d switched your strategy, recouping much of what you’d lost in the first half hour at the table. Logan wanted to play poker, and Mark and Juliet were more interested in Blackjack, so you split up, though since the room was relatively small, you were able to keep an eye on them even as you settled in next to your husband. There weren’t many other people in the room - no more than 30 in total - and you were surprised at how different the atmosphere was from that in the regular casino. Guess people don’t want to get rowdy when they’re losing thousands of dollars a hand.

You were more comfortable at the blackjack table than at roulette, and even Logan was impressed when after a few hands, you’d won consistently. “What, you didn’t think I -”

“No.” He grinned at you, running one hand through his hair. “No, I knew you had it in you.” He spoke openly to the dealer and the other players at the table, laughing and joking with them between hands, but Logan never went more than a few minutes without touching you, a hand falling to your bare leg and squeezing, or his lips descending to land against your shoulder. “Having fun yet?” He leaned over, mouth close to your ear. “You ready to call it a night?” I am, but… “Wanna go back to the room?”

“The room will be there.” You lifted your hand, fingers raking gently through his beard. “I’m almost back to even, so -” Logan laughed, the sound turning into a groan as he sat back up straight, tongue poking out through his lips.

“Have you met my wife?” He put both elbows on the table, leaning in to speak to the dealer. “She’s impossible, turning down my -” What is he doing?

“ I wasn’t aware you were married, Mr. Delos.” The man behind the table looked between you, one eyebrow lifted. “Is this a recent change?”

“It is.” You spoke up, laying a hand on Logan’s bare forearm. “Just a few hours ago, actually.”

“Well congratulations to the two of you.” You grinned too, listening as the other players at the table chimed in. Guess this is getting talked about. “Is there anything we can get you?” Logan cleared his throat, drumming his fingertips on the table, the sound muffled by the felt. “Drinks? Something to eat? A -”

“Actually, I’ve been wondering if it would be possible to get a private table?” Logan straightened up, and you pulled your hand away, grabbing another chip to place your bet for the next hand. “Poker, preferably. I see that there are some empty tables but I’d like to play a few hands with my sister and her husband before we go, and I didn’t have a chance to set that up tonight.” A private table?

The man dealt the cards, remaining quiet, and when it was Logan’s turn, you watched his cards - a Jack and a four, Logan tapping on the table to signal that he wanted another card. He’s going to bust. But you were wrong - it was a five of clubs - and he declined a fourth card, meaning it was your turn. I’ve got an ace. You grinned as you flipped the second one over, laying it out on the table and laughing. Blackjack. Logan squeezed your arm, and the dealer played his own hand, busting with 24, and spoke again as he began to collect the cards and pay the table out. “We can arrange that, Mr. Delos. It will take about twenty minutes to pull in a dealer and get the table set up, but there’s an area around the corner with some vacant ones, and we’d be more than happy to accommodate you.” Of course you would.

“Great.” He turned to look at you, winking. “Haven’t had a private poker table since the last time I was in Westworld.”

Twenty five minutes later, the four of you were sitting at a table with a female dealer, who was explaining the rules to you. “It’s fine.” Juliet leaned over, speaking quietly to you. “Since it’s a private game, the stakes are much lower. You’ll learn. And you know Logan’s tell, so it’ll be easier.” I do. It was subtle, but you’d seen it both in Westworld and during the games you played at home - the slight rise of his shoulder when he had a good hand or a good idea or a great tip. It was more of a twitch than anything, and when you’d called him out on it, he’d only laughed, telling you that there was nothing he could do about it, that it had been that way since he was a kid. I see it, Lo. See you.

Despite the rings on your fingers, the dealer was flirting with Logan, though she kept it more professional than you expected. She’s just trying to get a good tip, that’s all. He ignored it, the four of you playing hand after hand - Juliet more than willing to assist you, especially when her own hands were less than ideal. Time passed, and though you didn’t know how much, you knew that you were having fun, your small stack of chips growing by the hand. I’m actually better than Mark. When it was time to cash out, all four of you stayed seated, making small talk with the dealer, who was still eyeing Logan, her gaze lingering on his face for longer than necessary.

“Typically, when you’ve finished playing, we’d ask you to leave the table so that others can join, but we’re kind of slow tonight.” She tilted her head to the side, lips pressed together, though they were still full. She’s flirting, she’s… unbelievable. “Feel free to stay on this side of the wall for as long as you’d like, but if anyone else wants the space, you��ll have to leave.” She continued to clear the table, packing the extra chips into a case and signaling for the guard that had been standing in the corner of the room to come and walk with her as she left. “But I don’t see that happening.”

“Thank you.” Logan glanced down, separating three chips - two yellows and a brown - from his stack and sliding them across the table toward her. “For takin’ such good care of us.” He’s giving her… Jesus. The woman picked the chips up and put them into her pocket, eyes wide as she stared at Logan. “Appreciate it.” We were here for barely an hour, and she…

“Oh, Mr. Delos.” She closed her eyes. “I -” The look in them when they opened was one of sheer gratitude, and you couldn’t help squeezing Logan’s hand, feeling your chest grow tight. He did say he can’t spend it all on himself. “Thank you.” She disappeared with the guard, and the four of you were left in the room by yourself, the faint sounds of laughter and conversation audible from the other side of the Talon Club.

“What did you give her, Logan? That was quite the reaction.” Juliet was still sitting, head propped up on the arm that was draped over the back of her chair. “Even though she was paying more attention to you that whole time than anyone else.” Logan laughed, shaking his head.

“Doesn’t matter. I’m in a good mood, and…” He shrugged. “She was good at her job.” You just gave her seven thousand dollars like it was nothing. “So.” He straightened up, gesturing to the table. “What next? Back downstairs? Slots? The bar? Walking the Strip?” Doesn’t he want to go back to the room?

“I think we’re going to call it a night, Logan, we’ve had a long day, and it’s already nearly one.” Juliet yawned. “And I’m sure the two of you want to -” She cleared her throat. “Head back to your room.”

“We will.” He shifted in his chair, and you felt his hand against your back again, this time settling at the base of your neck. “Soon.” What do you have planned, Lo? “But if you’re going to head back, that’s fine.” He waved his free hand. “Go. Leave us, and we’ll see you -”

“Jesus, Logan, you’re so dramatic.” Juliet rolled her eyes as she stood, bending down to kiss you on the cheek, her hands squeezing your shoulders before she moved to her brother, who stood and wrapped his arms around her tightly before sitting back down. “Congratulations to both of you. I’m so happy for you two.” She stepped back, standing next to Mark. “We’ll see you at the airport, let us know when you want to leave.” Mark shook Logan’s hand, leaning in to hug you, and then they headed out, leaving you and Logan alone in the room.

“This isn’t the wedding night you’ve thought about your whole life, is it?” He spoke from behind you and you turned to face Logan, watching as he lifted his glass to his lips, draining the remaining liquid from it. “No real ceremony, no flowers, no family, no big dress.” So? “Why’d you agree to it?”

“Because I’ve never thought about all of that when I thought of my wedding.” You closed your eyes. “No, wait. That’s a lie.” He laughed.”The dress is something that I’ve always pictured, but…” You traced one finger over the markings on the table. “None of it really matters, especially not with you, and not after all of the bullshit I went through the first time I was engaged.” It was your turn to shrug. “Would have married you in a pair of shorts next to your pool if that’s what you’d wanted, Lo.”

“I just wanted to hear you say it. Again.” He took a deep breath. “Stand up.” You did, watching as Logan rose from his chair too, pushing it backwards and out of the way. “This is the first time we’re really alone tonight.” He bit down on his lower lip, pausing. “What are we gonna do about that?” Alone? There are people right on the other side and there are cameras everywhere. “Hmm?” He wrapped his arms around you, head dropping down and lips finding the smooth skin of your neck. I… “Do you trust me?” Trust you? Of course I do.

“Mmmhmm.” You sighed, combing your fingers through his hair as his lips continued to move against your skin. “‘Course I do, Lo.” His hands were at your waist, both thumbs digging in as his teeth grazed your throat. “Logan, what are -” He pulled away, but only enough so that he could look at you, the same look in his eyes that had been there the first night you’d been together in Los Angeles. I’m in trouble. He leaned closer, and out of habit, you closed the final bit of distance between you, kissing him hard, gripping the soft strands of his hair between your curled fingers. Logan nipped at your lip, biting down as he backed off, his lips returning to your ear, breath warm.

“Sit on the table.”

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