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munsonsmixtapes masterlist

Steve Harrington

Teach Me: Part One

Teach Me: Part Two

Teach Me: Part Three

Teach Me: Part Four

Teach Me: Part Five(18+)

Teach Me: Part Six(18+)

Teach Me: Part Seven

Teach Me: Part Eight

request: Steve is totally in love with metalhead!you

request: Steve gives you your first kiss

Steddie

Don't Be Nervous

Peter Parker

Don’t Want You Like a Best Friend

Billy Hargrove

Wrong Place, Wrong Time

Anthony Bridgerton

Tired of Waiting

request: you and Anthony are convinced that you’re enemies until you’re not

Evan “Buck” Buckley

Cheers to You

Pose

Taylor Swift series

Dress (18+)

Say Don’t Go

I Can Do It With a Broken Heart

Soon You'll Get Better

Sweet Nothing

Bad Blood

prompt request: “We need to talk about last night.” (18+)

prompt request: “Please don’t cry.”

request: Buck gives you a massage after a long day

request: you and Buck have makeup sex after being broken up for a week (18+)

Buck x shy!probie!reader

Slugger

Angel

Honey

Sweetheart

Baby (18+)

Eddie Diaz

Breakup (18+)

request: you and Eddie end up being forced to share a hotel room during a storm which brings you closer (18+)

request: there’s nothing more that Eddie loves than eating you out (18+)

request: you and Eddie confuse your sexual tension for hatred (18+)

request: you and Eddie can't deny your attraction to one another (18+)

request: you catch Eddie masturbating and help him finish the job which ends in a love confession from the both of you

Buddie x reader

Just a Taste (18+)

Never Too Late

Maybe I Do

request: your boyfriends Buck and Eddie help you distress after a long day (18+)

Benedict Bridgerton

Paint Me series

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four (18+)

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Benedict x bestie!fem!reader series

Benny

Ben

request: you tell Benedict that you don't want to have children

request: your fiancé Benedict worships your body after you struggle with some insecurity (18+)

Tyler Owens

Save a Horse (18+)

Make it Real (18+)

Oh, Baby (18+)

request: even though you claim not to be, you are very jealous when Tyler interacts with female fans

request: you give Tyler special treatment even though it’s your birthday (18+)

request: you and Tyler can't deny the tension and sleep together at a house party-based on the song shut up and drive by rhianna (18+)

request: Tyler knows exactly how to comfort after you've had a nightmare

request: kitchen floor sex with your boyfriend Tyler (18+)

request: Tyler decides to teach you a lesson after he gets jealous seeing you hang out with Boone (18+)

request: you're the only one who's able to tie down Tylet the womanizer

Bobby Nash

Just a Number

Logan Howlett

Put it on My Tab

request: You and Logan finally realize that you actually like each other after Wade reveals it to you (18+)

request: You're feeling insecure and Logan reassures you that he loves you just the way you are

request: Logan assures you that he doesn’t care that you haven’t shaved

request: Logan helps you through an overwhelming experience at the club after a mission

request: Logan helps you unwind after a long day at work (18+)

request: Wade walks in on you and Logan teases Logan about it the morning after (18+)

Wade Wilson

request: Wade lets you sleep while he takes care of your newborn

request: Wade is a little too protective over you

Finnick Odair

request: a snippet of your life with Finnick

request: you're totally oblivious to Finnick's obvious feelings for you until he comes out and says it

Boone (Twisters)

request: a storm causes you and Boone to share a motel room where you have plenty of time to talk about your feelings for each other

Summer Celebration Requests

You and Steve say “I love you” for the first time during a picnic in the park

You tell your best friend Eddie that you love him on the way to a camping trip

Your best friend Eddie takes you to see your favorite band in concert where you both realize that you’re in love with each other

You’re filling in for Gareth on the drums on the Corroded Coffin. Too bad you and the lead singer hate each other. Or do you? (18+)

Steve takes you to see a horror movie despite his hatred for them just so you’ll cuddle him

You and your best friend, Eddie become members of the mile high club while on a flight (18+)

A love confession with Eddie in the rain

rockstar!Eddie and roadie!you are finally together

One thing leads to another and you make out with your enemy, mechanic!Eddie in the rain while you both wait for a tow truck to take your car to the mechanic

Eddie hates the pool, but he accompanies you anyway because he loves you so much

You and Steve are working are camp counselors for the summer, but it’s too bad that you don’t like him

#stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #munsonsmixtapesmasterlist #masterlist #steddie #evan “buck” buckley #eddie diaz #peter parker #benedict bridgerton #anthony bridgerton #tyler owens #buddie #buddie x reader

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benbarnesescape · 7 years

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The Wager - Part 3

Warnings: None at all

A/N: This is a shorter part but it's fluffy and adorable because you know what, there's not enough fluffy Logan! Yes he’s kind of an ass and yes he probably kinda is a jerk but I think he’s a character that has the opportunity to change cuz like most of us daddy issues. Actually have no idea if this is reflected in his character on the show anymore cuz i haven’t watched Westworld since November, its just the background story I’ve decided to live for him ha ha! At least in my head…..either way enjoy

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Logan watched you carefully as you chatted enthusiastically to the older couple beside you, sipping your coffee occasionally as you droned on about how you were able to see the great master chef himself bake the buttery croissants placed in front of you all. He knew the smile creeping on his face was a result of the way your eyebrows furrowed together as you listened intently to the older man drone on about how the community had changed, the way you licked your lips before taking a sip of your latte, the way you absentmindedly pushed your hair out of your face.

He had it bad. He knew he did and yet he couldn’t stop himself from pushing further into it. You had every right to call him out on his newfound affection. Though you were both comfortable with each other and you always tried to cuddle with him while you both mindlessly watched Netflix, he never crossed the line, respecting the men you decided to have in your life.

But you were free now and he had started to notice small things. Like your perfume. The way it mingled with your shampoo when he was near. He wanted to bury himself in it. Then the way your skin felt, smooth and soft. He could spend hours worshiping it. Wanted to spend hours memorizing every inch of it.

You laughed, redirecting his attention and he groaned internally.

No, you weren’t like other women. If anything were to happen, it had to be on your terms. He had almost kissed you back in the kitchen. Wanted desperately to taste you again, claim you as his. He wanted every man who had thrown lustful glances at you while you weren’t looking to know that you were his.

But he had no right. He knew that.

“Logan actually is quite the accomplished chef. My croissants didn’t turn out so well,” you held up your light pastry, the intrinsic design a muddle triangle shaped bun. “But his are perfect.” You held one of his up and the woman and man agreed. Their waiter came over with their check and Logan waived his hand at the man.

“I’ll take care of it Louise. Put it on my tab.”

The couple begin to disagree but Logan shook his head. “You were very kind to join us for brunch and save my friend from a boring conversation. Please let me do this.”

They give a gracious smile as he stood, giving a slight stretch before extending his hand out.

“Enjoy your trip in New York. She gave some great suggestions for places to check out. And congratulation your daughter again on her first son.”

They continued to extend their thanks as he watched you hug them goodbye, before you both headed out of the restaurant.

“That was uncharacteristically nice of you. I had no idea you were paying any attention to the conversation at all.”

Your light voice broke him of his thought and he shot you a smirk, shaking his head.

“Why uncharacteristically? And I can multitask. I was just thinking about our next stop for today too.”

He allowed you to step into the town car first, trying to ignore staring at your ass before following.

“I don’t know. I guess that’s not kind of me to say. I’ve just never seen you be charitable to strangers before.”

You’re leaning back to look at him, a smile on your face and he laughs, shaking his head as he looks out the window.

“There’s a lot about me you don’t know Y/N.”

He watches your reflection give a short nod as you sit back in your seat, looking out the window. Your both silent as the car starts, taking you to your next destination as you both get lost in your thoughts before he decides to reach over and grab your hand. The move is absentminded and you jump up in surprise, staring down at the way his fingers grip yours before he pulls away mumbling.

“Sorry, I know you said you didn’t want me to…..ah just forget about it.”

His eyes are pulled back out the window, his eyebrows furrowed together, trying to ignore the heat rising in his cheeks. Shit. You had made it clear that affection was way too soon. And why did he care? Why did he want to connect with you anyways?

What the hell was wrong with him?

Its only minutes before he feels the warmth of your hand over his, interlocking them before resting your head on your shoulder.

“Sorry about that Lo. I didn’t mean to snap at you earlier – blame it on my lack of coffee. Of course you can cuddle with me whenever you want.” your voice is a soft whisper and he doesn’t realize he’s been holding his breath until he exhales.

He tries to downplay the action by chuckling though he knows the beating of his heart is a response of relief and squeezes your hand before placing a soft kiss in your hair.

He was definitely wading in unknown, fearful territory. Walls were falling fast and he was becoming someone different, a stranger to the guise he wore for the world.

And he wasn’t so sure how he felt about it.

You frowned, looking up at the cursive words that eloquently spelled out Rachel Saison’s name, the fine letters glowering down at you. It was too much. All of it. It was the second destination and you were standing outside a store, correction a boutique for a very expensive and well respected designer, and refused to walk in. Logan stood impatiently at the door, heaving out loud sighs but you kept your jaw set, answer firm as he continued to pressure you into walking into the store.

“No way.” You repeated when he asked for the fifth time to come inside.

“Why not?”

His deep voice that normally carried control and dominance was shifting to an annoyed whine and you crossed your arms as you looked at him.

“I can’t afford shit in this store. I’m a curator – and not a curator at The Met – for a network of local museums and artists. I don’t make shit for New York. Can’t afford the real stuff – I go to Chinatown and buy knockoffs. This leather jacket is a knockoff for her actual piece of work. No, I refuse to embarrass myself knowingly.”

He gave a sigh as he waded toward you through the busy sidewalk, ignoring the small group of people who had stopped to watch the small argument unfold.

“We had a deal remember? I won the wager and you have to do whatever—“

“Logan I can give two shits about the stupid bet we made right now.” Your voice is ice as you close your eyes, catching him off guard. He watches you for a beat before he places a hand on your shoulder cautiously.

“Y/N, talk to me.” His voice is softer and you open up your eyes, tears watering at the brim and his voice scowls into more concern.

“Did I do anything to upset you? I didn’t mean to offend you….” There’s an uncertainty now to his tone, his eyes desperately seeking your own as he places another hand on your waist, drawing you closer to him.

“Logan it's not that it's just…” you bite your lip. You hated this. Hated admitting your insecurities and faults. Especially to someone like Logan who carried himself with intense confidence. Though you knew and he knew that it was a cover to deal with his father and whacked up job of parenting the man had painted into Logan’s character.

Life sucked.

You take another breath before you breathe out, “ Logan it's just…stores like this make me so uncomfortable. I know that I don’t…never talked to you about it before but I grew up poor. Real poor. My dad left my mom when she was naïve and 17 and she scrapped by wherever she could to get us by. I don’t know how to walk into a place like this, in my outfit that is clearly a knock off, and act like I belong or can afford it without people assuming I’m your mistress. I don’t care about who I am, you know? I work hard and I like my life. But when I go to places like this, places that just reeks of wealth and pompous, all that comes tumbling down. And I feel like high school me, trying to pretend so desperately that I’m more than the outfit I’m wearing.”

You don’t mean to cry, don’t mean to unravel around him but you do, the last word coming out in a light sob before he’s drawing you into a hug, your face cradled in his chest. He hold you firmly in silence, rubbing your back occasionally while you unwind. It’s a stupid thing to cry about but you hated the pit in your stomach these places made you feel – these women who had grown up in elegance and wealth and confidence. Hated feeling out of place next to someone like Logan, who did belong and deserved someone on that level.

“Thank you for sharing that with me,”Logan's soft voice cuts through your thoughts once you’ve settled and you look up at him as he begins to brush your tears away. “I know it's hard to be…honest. But you belong here and deserve this. I know how much you like this designer and she’s an old friend of the firms and when I told her about this amazing woman who would die for some of her clothing, she happily agreed to do a special fitting for you. As a favor to me since apparently I never buy clothes for women.” He rolls his eyes exaggeratedly at the last part and you give a soft laugh before his fingers fall short of your lips.

“But if you don’t want to go in there because you’re uncomfortable we can do something else. This day is about you.”

His eyes are piercing as they look back at you. There’s no expectation but compassion and you give a small smile, placing a soft kiss on his finger. The action takes him off guard as you say,

“No, you’re doing something really sweet. And I would die for a special fitted session with Rachel Saison. In fact, Les and Jess would kill me if I passed this up. I can do it, but only if you’re there.”

He chuckles, nodding his head before he places a kiss on your forehead. When he pulls away he mumbles,

“I already told you, it’s one of my fantasies to have you model for me.”

Its meant as a joke but the way he’s looking at you reflects something else. The same way he looked at you at your party the night before, desire hiding behind his dark pupils. Before you can comment though, he pulls away, grabbing your hand and leading you into the store.

“I don’t believe you Logan.”

The sultry voice carries low enough for the other workers in the space to not overhear, but loud enough for his ears. He looks up to see Rachel Saison, international famous designer and good friend, stroll toward him from behind the dressing room. Her golden blonde hair shone in the fluorescent light, her blue eyes glistening as they narrowed in on him.

“What do you mean?” he asked, looking up from his blackberry and she rolled her eyes, taking a seat beside you. She quirks an eyebrow as she sits down beside him, shaking her head.

“When you told me that you had a friend interested in my clothing, you didn't tell me it was a girl you were into you.”

This time he quirked his eyebrow and Rachel rolled her eyes, snorting.

“Don’t play stupid with me,” her thick french accent rang in the air. “I saw the way you were gaping at her before you walked in. We all did. Half the girls in here couldn't believe that the man they fucked was giving his attention to some nobody.” she raises her arms before he can defend you. “There words Logan. But then to chat with her to find out that you haven’t even fucked and that’s even more curious.”

“Its true Rachel. I haven’t slept with her.”

“I know,” Rachel throws an arm over the couch. “Girls that sleep with you get desperate and clingy and annoying. She’s different. Affectionate but cautious. Intelligent obviously because she’s got you on a leash but funny. I like her. I don’t like women you normally fuck. The shitter of it is that she probably cares about you more than you realize and doesn’t even know it.”

He leans back, giving Rachel a knowing smile while shaking her head. Rachel and him were friends because she was the only women he could have conversations like this with. Could be honest and insecure without judgement. Had an equally crazy mother whose shadow she lived under her whole life. A lot of people always thought they would end up together but they were just to similar. To broken.

Needed someone else to help get through their emotional burden.

So when she said all of this, the vulgarity of her observation hitting at his ego, he only has one thing he knows to be true to defend himself.

“I’m not good enough for her.”

The words cause silence. So much so that Logan wonders if she’s gone into shock, her eyes watching his with curiosity. Rachel wasn’t a women to shock easily. In fact, most people had the opposite problem with her.

When she finally does find her voice, it’s a soft whisper.

“When is Logan not good enough for someone?”

She’s met with silence as one of her assistants pop out from the curtain you are getting dressed behind, a bubbly smile on her face.

“The first outfit is absolutely superb on her!”

She claps her hands giddily as she pulls the curtains and Rachel’s eyes widen, taking you in the short designer sun dress.

“My, my, I might have to recruit you as a model. What do you think Logan? Think she’s good enough for a Paris runway?”

You are insistent that you aren’t ready for any kind of runaway, let alone for her designs as you check yourself out in the mirror. Even if it does compliment your frame, still not good enough.

Logan; however, felt differently. He turned too late, after everyone else in the store had guffawed and was now struck by the way your body perfectly melded to the fabric, the navy blue and white designs swirling around your bosom distracting him. Your hair that you had thrown in a quick ponytail caressing against your shoulders, teasing your skin as your bright eyes sparkled taking yourself in. Your eyes meet his in the mirror and he holds his breath, at a lost for words.

This is what it feels like to have the wind taken out of you.

He’s unable to hear Rachel call out his name until you turn, looking at him with a huge grin on your face.

“Logan are you ok?”

You voice snaps him out of his trance and he shakes his head, trying to clear his brain of all the thoughts passing through. The most pressing being to push you against the mirror to fuck you senseless and then wrap you in his arms to protect.

What the hell was wrong him? The question for the past 24 hours. He was in deep need of a drink.

“I’m fine.” he falls back deeper into the sofa, his legs falling open as a dark grin graces his face.

“Just thinking about how beautiful you look in that dress.”

The undertone of the statement is evident as his eyes flicker with lust, never leaving yours and you blush, trying to detract from his intense gaze.

“I’d love to try the next outfit Rachel, if that’s ok?”

Rachel, who has been watching the interaction in silence clears her throat, trying to dispel the awkward air as she lifts from the couch lightly.

“Yea, I think that’s probably best even though,” she casts a glance at Logan whose eyes are still watching yours, the look never leaving his face.

“You got him all fired up sweetheart. Doubt you’re going to be able to tame that look down. At least until you leave. And even then…..”

“What?! No its not...Logan and I...” you stumble over your words and she laughs, closing the curtain behind her.

“How the hell have either of you maintained being friends is beyond me. But that's none of my business - fashion is.”

On the other side of the curtain Logan groans, holding his face in his hands.

Perhaps shopping wasn’t the best idea after all.

#ben barnes #logan westworld x reader #Logan westworld AU #logan westworld

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