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Speechless IV (Logan Fanfiction)

Found this on my phone... I wrote it years ago but thought, I might as well post it. Want more? Let me know and maybe I'll get around to finish this series.

Masterlist Part I Part II Part III

Tag list: @giggleberts, @moony-luvs-pads, @thesandbeneathmytoes

“Hey, Y/N, nice to see you again.”

Y/N looked at the man with big eyes. Yes, she had known that it was possible that they could meet here but alone with Logan she had somehow forgotten about it.

“H-hello, Declan”, she stuttered nervously. She hadn’t seen him for at least two years, since he had broken up with her only a week after their proposal. She had never been so happy when they had been engaged and then without an explanation all of this luck had been gone.

Declan? Logan eyed the man in front of him warily. He wasn’t as tall as Logan and his body rather thin. Looking at his red hair and freckles suddenly got Logan to remember. Patrick. Y/N’s ex, who's realy name he had never bothered to remember. Good to know his real name was Declan.

His presence seemed to make the young girl next to him nervous which he didn’t like at all, especially not considering that Declan's eyes gave away that he already had a drink or two too much. Logan couldn’t remember why they had broken up. Back then he simply hadn’t cared about it, but now his thoughts were running wild because of the hundred possible ways in which he could have hurt her.

“Enjoying yourself?”, Declan nodded to where Logan was sitting. His smug face expression made Logan’s blood pressure race. Apparently Y/N didn’t know what to answer so Logan decided to get up and offered the Irish man his hand: “Logan Delos.” First he would introduce himself to then politely tell him to fuck off.

He had finally gotten her to loosen up around him, to enjoy herself while she was with him. He had even gotten her to attend Juliet’s wedding with him. God knows how great their night could have turned out if this dick hadn’t interrupted them.

“I know who you are.” Declan raised his eyebrows and buried his hands in his pockets, his grin still plastered onto his face.

“Dex”, Y/N sighed and got up: “What do you want?” “Nothing”, he shrugged: “Only wanted to congratulate the two of you.” “Congratulate?”

“Yes, because your father’s plan finally seems to work out and on top of that you really seem to enjoy it.” “Which plan? God, Declan, what you’re saying doesn’t make any sense. What do you want?”

Logan didn’t understand what this guy was talking about either but he had an idea. This couldn’t be anything good.

“Oh sweetheart, please don’t tell me you still have no idea?”, Declan looked at her with faked pity in his eyes, as if he was talking to a stupid little girl. Logan hated how he dared to talk to her.

“I think it’s better if you go now”, Logan told Declan his anger visible in his face.

“First I want to know what he’s talking about, Lo.”

“Exactly, Lo”, he copied the young woman: “Your little playing piece wants to know the truth and I’ll tell her. Don’t you think it’s a little unfair to use her like this?” “I am not using her”, Logan said through gritted teeth.

“Declan, tell me what you know or piss off seriously. I’m getting sick of this.”

“Fine, darlin’. Just thought you should know that he’s only interested in you because he has to be. Because your father and his father have this little deal including you. Or why do you think you became James Delos’ god-daughter?” “He’s my father’s friend…”

“Yes, I know. And he owes your father a lot of money. But instead of giving it back he decided it was better to promise your father that you are going to marry this asshole here, which would get you to the top of one of the most successful companies in America.”

Declan seemed cold and emotionless while he told her all of this, while he looked straight into her Y/E/C eyes which slowly filled with tears. “This isn’t true”, she said with a strong voice, while her lower lip trembled. All of this was new to Logan as well, he didn’t have any idea. But he could totally picture his father making a deal like this.

“It is true! Why do you think he”, Declan pointed at Logan: “Suddenly cares about you? He didn’t back when we were together, did he?” “Why would you of all people know all about this?”, anger grew inside of her. “Because your father paid me to leave you, Y/N.”

His words hit her like a baseball bat. This couldn’t be true. His father hadn’t sold her. Her happiness wasn’t part of a stupid deal! But this explained why Declan had suddenly left her. And she knew damn well her father and god-father were known for making questionable deals. Suddenly another thought popped up in her head.

“And you took the money? You left me because you got money for it? Are you kidding me, Dex?!”, she started to shout at him. She really didn’t want to make a scene and she knew people were watching but she couldn’t hold her words and tears back. “How much did you get, huh?! How much was I worth to you?! I hope it made you fucking happy!”

“Don’t you think Logan here is getting paid as well? Huh, lad, how much is it? Is your daddy cutting you out of his will if you don’t charm the pants off her?”

Before Declan was able to react Logan’s fist had hit him straight in the face. Y/N inhaled with shock und covered her mouth with her hands. What was he doing?!

“I’m right then, asshole!” “Shut the fuck up!” But Declan was able to eschew Logan’s next punch.

“Stop! The two of you stop it now!”

Exactly at the same time both of them turned their faces to look at the crying girl. Logan was the first one who found his voice: “I didn’t know about any of this. You have to believe me!” He tried to get closer to her and grab for her hands but she blocked him off and took a step away from him: “Don’t touch me, Logan.” “Are you serious?”, he asked angrily: “You really believe this bullshit!”

She didn’t know what to say. She just felt broken and wanted to be alone. She wanted to get away from both of them. So just turned around and walked away.

“Stop, Y/N, let me explain!”, Logan ran after her but she pushed him away the second he had reached her. “Leave me alone, Logan!”

[kentstoji]

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

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

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

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

[adrienneleclerc]

Just A Bunch of Hocus Pocus

Summary: What i believe your couples costume would be with the F1 Drivers

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: Drivers include Charles Leclerc, Lando Norris, Logan Sargeant, Oscar Piastri, Lewis Hamilton, Carlos Sainz, Max Verstappen, and the newest addition of Daniel Ricciardo. Most of the costumes were my idea but when i was stumped, i used Chat GPT

Charles Leclerc: Since Charles loves Harry Potter, i believe you two would dress up as Harry and Ginny or dress up in Hogwarts "uniforms" in general with the robe, tie, and scarf of your house. Maybe you guys would be Lightning McQueen and Sally because you sent him so many memes comparing him to Lightning McQueen. I also see you guys being Mr. and Mrs. Smith because who wouldn't want to see Charles in a suit?

Lando Norris: You two would dress up as Spider-Man and MJ/Gwen Stacy, depending on which movie or character you prefer. Han Solo and Princess Leia are also on the table, along with Mario and Princess Peach, that way you and the whole Quadrant crew can dress up as character from Super Mario Bros.

Logan Sargeant: You and the American Boy will dress up as Captain America and Peggy Carter, no question about it. Also, you two could dress up as an athlete and a cheerleader since he is, as Alex puts it, so painfully American. But to make it even better, you guys would go as Nathan and Haley from One Tree Hill OR Troy and Gabriella because whats more American than High School Musical?

Oscar Piastri: You two would be Tinkerbell and Terrence after making him watch all the movies with you. Iron Man and Pepper Potts if he wanted to go the superhero route like Logan. But he would also agree to doing a group costume with your friends and going as Numbah 3 and 4 from Codename: Kids Next Door which was one of your favorite cartoons from when you were younger, mainly because Numbah 4 is Australian as well.

Lewis Hamilton: I believe you guys would go as Michael Jackson and Britney Spears from that live performance with the green sparkling dress OR the event photo where Michael was wearing a red shirt and Britney had the leather newsboy cap since Lewis is very fashion forward. The Mad Hatter and Alice is another good one because of how elaborate the Mad Hatter suits are, it would be perfect for Lewis. Also because of your (my) obsession with Criminal Minds, you guys could go as Derek Morgan and Penelope Garcia because who wouldn't want to be his baby girl?

Carlos Sainz: El Matador, el matador!! You guys would go as el Zorro and Elena and would look so cute! Another is Jack Sparrow and Angelica Teach (Puss in Boots and Kitty Softpaws if you guys want to be a little silly). However, Carlos would absolutely lose it if you guys went as Seth Gecko and Santanico Pandemonium from the movie From Dusk Til Dawn.

Max Verstappen: After you find out that Max hasn't seen the Halloween MASTERPIECE that is Hocus Pocus, you make him watch it with you and you guys dress up as Winifred Sanderson (or Sarah) and Billy Butcherson. You would also dress up as Richard Gere and Julia Roberts from Pretty Woman. I can also imagine you guys going as Hiccup and Astrid from How To Train Your Dragon so Max would be able to dress his cats as your respective dragons

Daniel Ricciardo: Hands down you guys will dress up as Woody and Bo Peep because the man LOVES to dress up as a cowboy. Barbie and Ken in their cowboy outfits is also a choice for your guys' costumes. I think he would love the idea of him being a cowboy and you as a saloon girl like in Westworld

The End

[katieswinforddiaries]

Imagine calling out Logan when he tries to convince you to give him a chance after blowing you off before which only makes him all the more interested.

(Inspired by https://youtu.be/xYLxUJ9v6KU cause for someone reason I just see this with Logan.)

[dreamwritesimagines]

Daddy Issues 12- End [Logan  x Reader]

A.N.: Thank you so much for your support guys, ILYSM! Here’s the final chapter of this series, I hope you’ll enjoy it! kisses!  ❤️

Summary: Future can be complicated.

Pairing: Logan  x Reader

Warnings: Explicit language, dysfunctional relationship.

Word Count: 2905

Moodboard is made by @delicatelilyflower

Gif’s not mine!

When Logan got to the restaurant, he somehow looked distracted for some reason. Even after your food came, he kept checking his phone and you weren’t even sure he was listening to the half of what you were saying.

“And I wanted to-“ you paused, tilting your head to the right as he typed something into his phone “I wanted to…um, jump on his bones.”

Logan nodded, still focused on his phone, “Mm hm.”

“Yeah, in the rain because that’s so romantic.”

“Yeah, the rain.” Logan repeated and you scoffed,

“Logan!”

He raised his head from the phone to look you in the eye, then licked his lips nervously, “Hm?”

“What’s happening?”

He cleared his throat, and shifted in his seat, “Nothing.”

“I just broke up with my fiancé and it’s too boring for you or something?”

“It’s not-“

“You’re not even listening,”

“I’m listening.”

You narrowed your eyes, “What did I say just now?”

He paused, “Something about the rain?”

You heaved a sigh, annoyance taking over you and you put your fork down to push your plate away from yourself, then crossed your arms,

“Never mind, I want to go home now.”

“Y/N-“ he stopped you before you could push your chair back and you pulled your brows together, still glaring at him, “Babe, stop.”

“Why would I stay here if you will just be busy with your phone?” You asked petulantly, like a child and he looked almost hesitant for a moment.

“I thought you’d be happier that I broke up with him,” You stated, “Haven’t you been rooting for me to do so since I came back? Or was it only until I actually did it?”

“Buttercup…”

“Logan, if I wanted people to ignore me and be busy with their phones, I’d just spend time with my family, they do that enough already.”

Logan opened his mouth to answer but his phone vibrated on the table and he stole a look at the screen, then let out a breath.

“Finally.”

“What?” you asked as he threw some cash on the table, then motioned you to stand up, “Logan-“

“Come on, we’re leaving.”

“Leaving where?”

“Italy.”

You blinked dumbly but he was way too impatient for that, and he pulled you by the hand so that you’d stand up,

“Italy?!” You repeated, “Logan, what-“

“Come on, we have less than…” he checked his wristwatch “Half an hour.”

“There’s no way-“ you started as you got in the elevator and he pressed the button while you gawked at him, “Logan, I can’t just come to Italy!”

“Why not?”

“I-we-“ you stammered, “I should be home for dinner.”

He shot you an almost reprimanding look as he held your hand to pull you towards the car, making your heart skip a beat then both of you got inside the car.

“My parents-“

“They know,” Logan said as he started the car, and stepped on the accelerator, making you grab the seatbelt to buckle it.

“I- I don’t have my passport with me.”

“Handled.”

“I don’t have anything to wear!”

“Juliet prepared your luggage, they’re meeting us there.”

You tried to pull your thoughts together, “They’re coming too?”

“Yeah Y/N, I planned a romantic getaway so that you and I can spend time with my sister and her annoying fiancé.”

“William is not annoying!” You protested, and bit on your lip to stop yourself from smiling, feeling like you had butterflies in your stomach. Logan sped through the traffic, probably breaking multiple rules and you turned in your seat to look at him better.

“You planned this?”

“Yep.”

“My dad’s gonna kill you.”

“Mm hm, I know,” he said, “He did look really angry when I told him.”

“You told him? Face to face?”

He nodded, “He was with my dad at the company when you called,” he said, “Might be the most intimidating experience of my life, and I grew up with Juliet.”

You let out a laugh, “What did he say?”

“Let’s just say there were a lot of veiled threats,” he paused, “Some of them weren’t very veiled.”

You couldn’t help to laugh, “I can’t believe you.” You said, then all of a sudden, you remembered the way he told you how he had memorized your wedding folder, and your stomach flipped.

“Logan, Italy-?”

“Venice,” he stole a look at you “I’m saving Rome for a special occasion, buttercup.”

“Logan…”

“I’m not your lame ex boyfriend,” he stated “I happen to know what you like. What you want.”

You felt your face grow hot for some reason, “You’re not my boyfriend,” you reminded him and he  grinned at you as he pulled over.

“Yet,” he said, “But I’m making progress, wouldn’t you say so?”

You rolled your eyes, forcing yourself not to smile and pushed open the door, then made your way into the airport, where William and Juliet were waiting.

“Traitor,” You told Juliet as you hugged her, “Why didn’t you say anything?!”

She giggled, “He offered me money.”

“Oh yeah, because you so need it.”

“She will need it, she’s marrying William.”

“Don’t be a dick, Logan.”

Logan shrugged, “Your taste in men is terrible, sis.”

“I could say the same thing for Y/N, you know?” William mused aloud.

Juliet rolled her eyes and shook her head before she turned to you, “Come on, I would never tell you.” She said, “Romantic getaways are better as a surprise.”

“Y/N come on,” Logan said, and you hugged Juliet again,

“I owe you one,” you motioned at William, “Anytime you need to make a surprise…”

“I’ll call you first.”

“Have fun!”

“Make sure my dad doesn’t kill us when we come back?”

“No worries, he loves me,” Juliet winked at you when you pulled back “Go. Have fun, have your romantic, dreamy holiday.” She turned to Logan, “If I see her upset, Logan…”

“Yeah you’ll kill me, get in the line and tell dad I said hi.” Logan said and grabbed your hand, “We’ll see you guys later. William, don’t burn the company down while I’m away.”

“Don’t take him seriously.” You told William, then giggled and let Logan steer you to the door.

By the time you landed and got to the gorgeous hotel, you were still in disbelief. You held your breath, running to the huge balcony to slam the door open as Logan paid the porter and you stepped outside, covering your mouth with your hands.

Of course.

Trust Logan to pick the room with the best view.

“Better than Paris, I’d say.” Logan commented as he stepped into the balcony and you kept your gaze on the view, as if you were hypnotized.

“Thank you,” you muttered, still in awe and Logan chuckled before sneaking his arms around your waist. You smiled softly, your heart beating in your ears and leaned back to his chest as he rested his chin on top of your head.

“Consider it my thank you,” he muttered, “For not going back to that pretentious asshole.”

A small laugh escaped from your lips, “You really hated him, huh?”

“It wasn’t clear?”

“Not really,” you joked, keeping your gaze on the streets of Venice and your smile faded a little as the doubt hit you, “Do you think I’m a terrible person?”

You felt him move his head so that he could see you better, “What?”

“Because I’m here with you?” you asked, still staring at the view, “Because that’s very hypocritical of me, wouldn’t you say?”

“No,” he shook his head, “Completely irrelevant.”

You smiled sadly, and bit down on your lip before you turned to him, “Is it though?”

Logan looked deep in thought for a moment before he wetted his lips, then pulled back slightly so that he could look you in the eye.

“I, um…” he cleared his throat, “Okay, listen to me alright?”

You nodded, “Okay.”

“We’re meant to be together, Y/N.” he said, and you felt tears filling your eyes “We always have.”

“Logan-“

“I knew it since I was a child- actually, since you threw my favorite toy car into the fireplace because I made Juliet cry.”

You let out a teary laugh, “You broke her Barbie house, jerk.”

“Because she said I couldn’t play with you.” Logan said, smiling slightly, “I- the thing is, Y/N, I’ve always known. Deep down, I have and I still broke your heart, and for that, I’m really, really sorry. I know I never told you, and I know that the fact that I never told you broke your heart even more, but I’m sorry.”

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat.

“And the stuff I’ve done, when you left-“ Logan paused, and cleared his throat again, “I’ve done some fucked up stuff, Y/N.”

“I know.”

“You don’t,” he shook his head, “I had to- when I went to that theme park, Westworld, things got out of hand and I knew when I came back, you wouldn’t be here-“ he took a shaky breath, “I need you buttercup. I need you to be with me.”

You blinked back the tears and nodded slowly.

“Alright.”

His eyes searched yours as if trying to see whether you had meant it, “Will you?”

You nodded again, then stood on your tiptoes to press a small kiss to his lips, your stomach doing flips the moment your lips touched his. He leaned into you the moment you pulled back, as if you had some kind of gravitational power over him, his breath warm on your lips and you smiled softly, then entwined your fingers with his.

“Come on,” you muttered against his lips before you pulled back to tug at his hand, and he looked almost confused for a moment.

“Hm?”

You winked at him as you pulled him into the room, “We have some catching up to do, Delos.”

                                          *

“My Italian is so rusty,” Logan commented as you bit at the dried, sugary pineapple, leaning back to his bare chest, eyes focused on the huge TV while Logan turned the remote in his hand while his other hand caressed your hair, “I’m serious, I don’t understand shit.”

“Yeah Logan, that happens when you don’t practice.”

“Nah, you were always better than me.”

“You always spoke better French,“ you grinned and looked up at him, “Because-“

“You’re never gonna let that go, huh?”

“You had a crush on your French teacher.”

“Madame Mercier…” Logan shook his head, “She was hot though, come on.”

“You were like a puppy.”

“You had a crush on your history teacher, you don’t see me bringing that up.” He muttered to the crook of your neck, his fingers slipping to touch your bare shoulder and you pulled the sheets to you, crossing your legs.

“Y/N.”

“Hm?”

“Let’s stay here.”

You looked up at him, and almost automatically reached out to fix his messed up hair, making his dark eyes gleam as he smiled before he grabbed your hand to kiss your palm.

“No way. I’m not staying in a hotel room, I came to Venice after years, Logan, we’re gonna discover-“

“No, let’s stay here for good.”

You blinked dumbly, “In Venice?”

“Yeah. Away from my dad and your family.”

You tried to suppress your smile, “Logan, we can’t…”

“Why not? My dad hates my guts anyway-“

“Don’t say that Logan, of course he doesn’t.”

“And what’s really there for you?”

“I’m gonna take over the company when it’s time for my dad to retire. So will you.”

Logan heaved a deep sigh and rubbed his face as soon as his phone started ringing. He scoffed, taking a look at the screen.

“Speak of the fucking devil…”

“Give it,” you motioned at the phone before you took it from him and hit answer, “Hi Jim-Jims!”

Logan’s silent laughter vibrated his chest and you elbowed him, still holding onto the sheets as Logan’s dad cleared his throat,

“Sweetheart, how are you?”

“I’m very good, thank you. How about you?”

“Good, good… Logan treating you well?”

You pursed your lips, eyeing Logan’s naked chest, your cheeks burning, “Not bad,”

Logan narrowed his eyes at you, making you press your index finger to his lips.

“Well I must say this was very unexpected, this impromptu…holiday.”

“I know, but I’m extremely happy about it. It was such a nice surprise and I can’t thank you enough for-“

“He didn’t do shit, I planned everything-” Logan started but you covered his mouth,

“For letting us have this break,” you said, louder, “We’re both aware that the business is really important and we won’t be able to catch any breaks once we get back, we have many responsibilities of course.”

Logan made a face and James made a noise of agreement,

“That’s right. Although I’m not very sure that Logan is aware of it-“

“Oh he’s very aware of it. That’s why I have his phone, he kept dealing with business nonstop and I had to put an end to it.”

“Is that so? Well, I’m very surprised.”

“I feel very neglected!” you laughed, making him chuckle,

“Well that can’t happen buttercup. I don’t want your old man to get upset over that, I already upset him enough at golf course.”

Logan shook his head slightly.

“Let me guess, you beat him again.” You asked, “You know that’s not good for business.”

“What can I say, your father is a terrible player.”

You laughed “Do you want me to put Logan on the phone?”

Logan shook his head fervently and James thought for a second,

“I sent him a mail just now, make sure he checks that?”

“Will do, take care!” You said and hung up. Logan scoffed,

“That man loves you much more than he loves me.”

You rolled your eyes, “You’re his son, Logan.”

“So what, he’d rather have William as his son.”

You put the phone on the nightstand before you glared at him, “That’s not true at all.”

“Oh no, it’s true. He told me the other day.”

You pulled back, anger filling your system, “I’m sorry?”

“I don’t give a fuck,” Logan stated before he rolled over to grab some fruit and his phone, but you stopped him.

“James is-“

“A dick.”

“He’s just… he doesn’t know how to show his-“

“Y/N, if you say his love-“

“His love.”

Logan snorted as he bit into the fruit and chewed on it, “If I check this email, will you feel neglected?”

“I was just telling him what he wanted to hear,” you said and pressed a kiss to his cheek before you grabbed the nightgown and put it on.

“No, what’re you doing?” Logan protested, pulling you by the hand, “No clothes tonight.”

“I’m going to the balcony, would you rather if I were naked?!” you laughed before you got up from the bed, and stepped outside the balcony, the warm wind caressing your face as soon as you did.

You had no idea how you would fix this enmity between Logan and his father. Even if Logan insisted that it was no big deal, that he didn’t care, you knew deep down he did. It was true that Logan could be irresponsible, -to put it lightly- and James tended to be very tough on him, and you could practically see how bad it could affect their relationship and the company in the future.

Not to mention how it would affect you and Juliet.

You heard the door sliding open behind you and you looked over your shoulder to see Logan grinning, making you pull your brows together.

“What?” you asked and Logan held up the phone.

“We’re doing it.”

“Who? What?”

“Westworld. We’re- well the company is making a huge investment.”

You raised your brows, “An investment? In that theme park? You came up with that?”

“Yeah babe, that’s the future.” He let out a breath, excitement shining in his eyes making you smile, “It’ll take the company into a whole different level. It’s a genius plan, really, and he looked over everything and he just approved of everything, so we’re actually doing this.”

“Congratulations,” you giggled as he lifted you, holding you tight before he put you down “See? He actually trusts you.”

“Me and William will go there though, when we return.” Logan said, his eyes gleaming and you pulled back slightly.

“But Logan, you said-“ you paused, “You said things got out of hand the last time.”

He shrugged, “Yeah but that was the last time.”

“Logan…”

“Y/N, it’s gonna be great. I’m investing in the future-“

“And you’re sure things will stay in control,” you said slowly and he nodded,

“That was- the last time, I told you, it was because you were gone. I didn’t know what to do.”

You licked your lips, “Logan if things do get out of hand though…”

“They won’t. I have you now.”

“We never talked about it, but when I found you in that hotel room after Olivier proposed-“

“I thought I lost you, Y/N.” Logan insisted, “For good. I thought he’d- it’s different now.”

You nodded slowly and he pulled you closer to himself, burying his nose into your hair.

“Trust me buttercup,” he said, “We’re on the edge of the future.”

You closed your eyes and inhaled his scent, letting it wash away your worries, and a small smile pulled at your lips.

“Yeah,” you mumbled, “Yeah, future sounds good.”

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[obscure-imagines]

he saw you standing near some horses and a smile immediately appeared on his face, he walked over, “hey there Cutie, now what’s it going to take to get you somewhere alone?” 

you turned to look at the handsome man dressed all in black, “what, not even going to ask my name first?”

he furrowed his eyebrows, not sure if your question was just a dialogue option meant to make him want to chase you more... or could you possibly not be a host? Logan decided to play along, “okay, i’ll play your game princess, what’s your name?”

“Y/N.” you turned and began walking away, leaving Logan very confused as he jogged to catch up with you, grabbing your hand.

“wait!” he said, “you’re not a host are you?”

“took you long enough to figure out, genius,” you said sarcastically.

“what, you’re not even going to ask my name?” he toyed, quoting you from earlier.

“not feeling like playing your game, i feel like we’re here for different reasons.” you began walking away again.

“oh so you have me all figured out.” he said, falling in stride next to you, “why am i here? Y/N.”

“are you kidding me?” you laughed, “the first thing you said to me was a proposition to get me to go somewhere with you and sleep with you!”

“well, you are stunningly beautiful so im sorry, my bad. you’re right. thats why im here. but... i’ve never met a woman like you here before so maybe you’ll change my reasons.”

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gif credit @outlaw-hector GIANT THANK YOU to this gif maker for giving me permission to use their gifs! i just started Westworld and i am ADDICTED so this blog is giving me the air i need to breathe, Logan and Hector? god, i am #living

[marvelmusing]

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

-

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

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

“In the bedroom.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Which one of us is the real one?”

“Can’t tell can you, baby?”

“What should we do with you?”

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

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

“Did that feel real, baby?”

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

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

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

-

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

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

“Bullshit.”

“I did.”

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

You scoff at his crude attempt at distracting you.

“Knew as soon as I saw you.”

“How?”

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

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

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

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

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

-

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[loubombshell]

Logan having his fun.

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

First of all, her coworkers invited her to Westworld.

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

A trip to Pariah. It was a big mess.

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

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

"He'll be okay, come on."

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Logan.

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

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

-

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

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

"What the fuck?" She said confused.

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

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

Logan chuckled about her.

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

"You're disgusting."

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

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

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

"About?"

"Getting Dolores out of here."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Logan chuckled and pushed her onto the bed.

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

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

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

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

[allegra-writes]

"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

MY MASTERLIST | BUY ME A COFFEE

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?

[visd3stele]

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]

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

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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@obscurilicious @paracosmenthusiast

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[stuckysdaughter]

Kinktober 2021

Day 25 - Breeding Kink with Logan Delos

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

TW: 18+, explicit, smut, language

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Cum for me, doll..."

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

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

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

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

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THE END

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

[flightlessangelwings]

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!

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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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Ben Barnes characters 

@addriaenne @kaqua​ @fific7​ @purple-poppy​ @katedrexel​ @things4your​ @rachlovesactors​ @eternallyvenus​ @datrie​ @lilypad-55449​ @coldlilheart​ @sam-hollandsgirl​ @carlywhomever​ @practicalghost​ @recklessworry​ @evyiione​ @eginv-blog​ @bisexualbilly​

Logan Delos

@stardust-danvers​ @wvndasmaximoff​ 

[aleksandersshadow]

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.

[katieswinforddiaries]

Imagine going to a fancy party with your boyfriend Logan during a huge fight knowing full well you're on the verge of breaking up, but neither of you wanting to apologize first.

(Inspired by https://youtu.be/QGqir2L_IwY Just yeah I am imagining like you're in the middle of a huge fight with him, but there is still this fancy event you have to go to and yeah.)

[delos-mio]

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