#logan delos fanfic

[fific7]

White Wedding Pt 1

Logan Delos x Reader

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

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

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

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

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(My Photo Edit)

Hey little sister, what have you done

Hey little sister, who's the only one

Hey little sister, who's your superman

Hey little sister, who's the one you want

Hey little sister, shotgun

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Logan shot up out of his seat.

“Wait, what?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Unclaimed?”

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

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

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

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

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

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Los Palos Verde

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now what in holy hell was this all about?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You will remain.”

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

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

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

“Nothing unpleasant. You will find out shortly.”

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

“In a few moments.”

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

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

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

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

You felt him lift his head from between your legs.

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

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@obscurilicious @paracosmenthusiast

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[russobaby]

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

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[delos-mio]

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

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

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

… … …

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

“Logan?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#Logan delos #westworld #logan delos x reader #ben barnes #logan x reader #logan delos fanfiction #westworld fanfic #ben barnes character #masterlist #lissie's iron chef #writers’ iron chef 4

[ohbenbarnes]

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Headcanon Alphabet Game

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

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

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

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

Characters:

Billy Russo (The Punisher)

The Darkling (Shadow and Bone)

Logan Delos (Westworld)

Caspian (Chronicles of Narnia)

Benjamin Greene (Gold Digger)

Dhawan!Master (Doctor Who)

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[banditthewriter]

logans-chestnuts, it’s a fic called Wanted, for the anon looking for the Logan Delos fanfic.

Hey anon, someone recognized it! Thanks other anon!

[padfootagain]

I recently watched the Netflix feature film Love in the Villa (2022). Protagonist Julie sets off on a trip to Italy for two weeks after her ex-boyfriend, who broke up with her just before the trip, and finds that her villa she booked was double-booked and currently occupied by an arrogant man by the name of Charlie. Charlie has come to Italy for work and Julie is a teacher on vacation. The two start out on bad terms, but begin to learn more about each other. Soon, they are discovering feelings for each other. However, after kissing at a party, Julie returns to the villa to find Charlie's girlfriend has come to surprise him. The next day or so, Julie's ex-boyfriend, Brandon, shows up claiming he made a mistake. Though Charlie and Julie decided to break off all connection when Julie learned about his girlfriend, both yearned for each other despite being with their respective partners. At the end of the film, Charlie breaks up with his girlfriend and runs to find Julie, only to see her ex proposing to her. He assumes he has lost his chance and walks away, but Julie realizes she doesn't love Brandon. Charlie finds out and runs to the villa they were staying at, where he confesses his true feelings he had been holding back the whole time and they lived happily ever after.

You may be wondering why I have elected to outline the plot of this seemingly random film for you. You may be wondering if there is a purpose to this ask. Indeed there is. I have reason to believe Mark Steven Johnson, who is known for his work as a writer on Christopher Robin (2018) and who directed and wrote this film, is a reader of your iconic Logan Delos fanfic A Chalet and a Storm (2017). As I am sure you recall, the reader in this story is an engaged teacher. She has travelled to a chalet, only to find it has been double booked and she must share with an arrogant man... These are not the only connections I have found between your work and this film. Like Charlie, Logan has also travelled for his job at a major company. Both male characters also have a conflict with their job obligations and their love interest. Additionally, both of the female characters are won back by the male love interest making a big gesture. I understand this last example is common in most films of this variety, but it is still worth noting.

In summary, the connections I have found after quickly re-reading your incredible story and suffering through Netflix's train wreck of a movie, are as follows: both female main characters are teachers who have or had a fiancé. They both find a man in the residence they have rented for 2 weeks. They both discover that the place has been double booked and for some reason they cannot find a new place to stay, thus are forced to share. The male character is reserved emotionally and works for a big company which has brought him to this location. Finally a different love interest brings the two main couples apart, the female realizes she is not in love with her original partner, and a grand gesture brings the two main characters together.

The first thing I thought when the premise of this movie was made clear was that I had read a significantly better fanfiction about this exact situation. I say we send this to Netflix and see what they have to say for themselves. If they are going to use the premise of one of the greatest fanfics that I have ever read (4 years later and I think about it regularly) they might as well use the whole thing because perhaps the movie might have done better. In 6 chapters, you elegantly told a touching story of two people meeting under unlikely and adverse circumstances and how significant connection can be even when given a choice between risk and stability, and in 1 hour and 54 minutes, Netflix came up with pranking someone into thinking they ate horse meat, plot device girlfriends, and chemistry and love about as believable as my (made up) European boyfriend. This movie will fade from my lexicon in a few months, but the impact A Chalet and a Storm had on me will have me returning to the series any time I need to be reminded that there is still hope for quality content to be made, or I simply want to read a damn good story.

@fvckoffbard I have seen that movie as well!!! And I agree that it could have been much better (especially because the pranks were way too mean, and didn't make for a believable love story even in my very low standards when it comes to cute romantic comedies... it is saying a lot).

I have to admit that I didn't think about my story at all (but then it has been several years since I have read it again) when I watched the film but all the points you are pointing out are weird coincidences to the point where maybe the writer did read my work at this point (are you lurking on tumblr, Mark?)

More seriously, despite these insettling common points, I didn't use the less cliché tropes for this one! So I guess we just both had good ideas.

But then, coming to the most important points : first, thank you for your dedication in watching this film to point out the similarities, you warrior!!!

Second, I am extremely touched and happy you still enjoy my fic after so much time and still care about it, it means the world.

Third, you should not be allowed to bring me close to tears with all your kind words about my work when I am about to go to bed but you are very sweet so I forgive you 💕💕

Thank you thank you thank you I'm so happy you still find meaning and enjoyment and even quality in my work 💕💕

I have to admit the past couple of years have been rough for me for personal reasons, and I struggle to write these days, which is why I haven't really posted anything in a long while. But I still want to come back and be more active in our wonderful fanfic community like I used to, and this kind of comments give me a lot of strength to allow myself to think I can write again as much and as easily as I used.

Thank you so much 💕💕💕

[confusedbookworm]

Finally working on my third chapter of my Logan Delos fanfic. Going to try to write from Logan’s pov.

[breanime]

Honestly. I always reread that logan delos fic LMAO IK YOULL PROB NEVER UPDATE IT BUT THE BONESSSSS IN THE FIC R SO GOOD UGH! I replay it in my mind and come up w next chapters ik i sound loco it’s just that the fanfic helped me when i was in such a rut. Like it made me go back into writing and i remember when i saw you had a whole master list i screamed 🤭

Ummmmmm, go ahead and tell me your chapter ideas cause...... 👀

But okay, this one makes my heart melt because I, too, love Tiny Little Increments and am waiting for an update....even though I'm the writer. But I SO appreciate the way you came with this, not pushy or rude or demanding or reying to guilt trip, just genuinely showing your love and I want to say thank you for that. I'm def gonna update it one day, you have my word.

I swear on

Logan Delos

Shameless (US)

and

the great city of Chicago!

(Instead of Lip flicking a lit cigarette at you, imagine it's me throwing love and glitter at you....and maybe a teeny bit of fire cause fire is sexy)

Also, I'm so touched that people have fond feelings towards my Billy and Logan fics, those were my first fics I wrote, and to know ppl still remember them is so awesome!!!! 🥰

[marvelmusing]

Search and Rescue

Part of the Delos & Austen AU

Pairing: Logan Delos x Fem!Reader

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

Warnings: canon level violence and injury.

My Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What is it?”

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

“Is William with him?”

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s wrong?”

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

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

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

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

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

You and Elsie share a look.

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

“Come with me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ve found them.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“M’afraid trouble’s my middle name.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Those words are just for you.”

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[fific7]

White Wedding Pt 3

Logan Delos x Reader

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

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

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

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

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(My Photo Edit)

Hey little sister, shotgun (oh yeah)

little sister, who's your superman

Hey little sister, shotgun

It's a nice day to start again

It's a nice day for a white wedding

It's a nice day to start again

Take me back home, yeah

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The New Wife

Your eyes cracked open, a millimetre, slowly, carefully. Your head hurt like a bitch. What had those psychos injected you with, for fuck’s sake? Elephant tranquilliser? You rolled one eyeball gently around in its socket, trying to take in where you were.

A bright, white room. You were in a … your arms spread out on either side of you without touching any edges or anyone… big ol’ bed. Alone, as far as you could tell. You were wearing the clothes you’d had on yesterday, all except for the shoes.

The little snapshots of memories came creeping back into your head. The fucked-up shit that CEO bitch had pulled on you. The drugging, then falling into the abyss. Nothing more.

And now this. Where were you? Didn’t that bitch say you were being sent to your new husband’s house? Your ears strained to hear sounds, anything at all. Then you heard it, faint but unmistakable. The ocean. Despite the unknown and unsettling situation you were in, your heart soared. You loved the ocean! And this new husband dude of yours lived close by it, huh? Well you supposed that would help a little while you figured out how to get out of this totally unacceptable situation.

You stiffened as you heard a door open, and closed your eyes immediately.

“Ohhh…” you heard a woman’s voice, which was a surprise to you, “….she’s gorgeous, Lo.” A manly sigh, “I know, sis.” Ah, okay well… husband dude has a sister, surely that would be helpful when you told them what had really happened at LPV. “Her eyes are this incredible colour, I’ve never seen anything like it before.” There was a dreamy tone to his voice.

Wait, when had this guy seen your eyes? Leaving aside the uncomfortable fact that he’d put his tongue inside your pussy… a white hot hit of sheer embarrassment ran through you at the memory of it… you’d been covered by that sheet. And you’d have been spark out when you were brought here. So when had he seen you where he could tell what your eye colour was? More cheap tricks by the CEO from hell, obviously.

“I don’t know what to do, Jules,” you heard him say, “I wanna fuck her so badly but firstly, whatever they gave her still has her stone cold out of it, and secondly… well, I wanna talk to her first.”

You heard his sister give a short laugh, “Well they say there’s a first time for everything, Lo.” You stiffened again when you heard that - what, this guy fucked women without talking to them first? What kind of a douchebag was he?

“That related to the hosts rather than actual women, Jules,” he replied, gentle reproach in his tone, “she’s not a host.” “I’m glad you actually realise that,” she replied, “and Logan? You do not go at her like a bulldozer, you hear me? She’s a virgin, apart from anything else.”

An intake of breath from husband dude, “I know, I know! I’m so fucking excited about that. I’ll be her first. I can’t fucking believe it. I mean… look at her… she’s just a complete wet dream.”

You heard the door close and no more voices. So, they knew you’d never slept with a man before, no doubt courtesy of CEO Bitch… you were so glad all your secrets were out there! And … what were these hosts he was talking about?

You didn’t like the sound of that at all.

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The New Wife

You’d fallen back asleep, a natural sleep this time.

Suddenly you were wide awake again. Not sure how long you’d slept for, but one thing you knew for sure was that your dress was being gently pulled up. Fingers between your legs, the scratch of stubble on your skin, that tongue… delving right inside you. The same exciting combination of licking and sucking began, just like when you’d been sampled by him. What was happening? Was this someone else being allowed to do the same? Were you still at LPV in some kind of drug-induced nightmare? No, you were sure it must be your new husband. You felt you’d know that talented tongue anywhere.

But one thing you knew for sure, you were soaking. With a superhuman effort, you managed to keep quiet as it continued for what like seemed forever. His tongue was lapping up your juices from your skin then his fingers spread your legs even wider, his tongue went deep, deeper than before, then he was sucking your clit again and you felt a pressure building in your stomach. Suddenly a huge wave of pleasure you hadn’t ever experienced before washed over you, rolling and rolling and rolling, like a stormy ocean.

If you hadn’t already had your eyes tight shut, you would’ve had to close them.

Then he was gone, your dress sliding down over your legs, a hand smoothed your hair, lips kissed your temple.

His deep voice. Yes, his voice. “Sweet dreams, wife of mine.”

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Logan

The guilt was eating at him now. He lay on the bed in one of the guest rooms, staring at the ceiling. Once Juliet had left, he’d gone back into the master bedroom, hoping that she’d have woken up.

No… still spark out. He gazed down at her, god he needed to taste her again, needed to.

Before he knew what he was doing, his hand pulled back the bedsheets, slid her dress up until it sat above her thighs. It was like he was on autopilot. He parted her legs, his head was between them and his tongue plunged into that sweet, sweet honeypot. He licked and sucked at her, a little frenzied, working her for longer than he probably should have. But she tasted divine and he couldn’t get enough. She was so wet for him, drugged-up or not. He felt her climax and he stood up from her, the guilt already seeping into his veins.

He drew her dress back down over her legs, covered her with the bedsheets, stroked her hair, kissed her forehead.

And now he was mentally berating himself for tasting her while she’d been in a doped-up sleep. That was … low, wasn’t it? Even if she was his wife. He couldn’t even contain himself until she was awake.

He heaved himself off the bed and walked through to the master bedroom, looking in at her. She was still sleeping. He wanted her so much.

Maybe he could just have one more tiny taste….

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The New Wife

When you awoke the next time, bright sunlight was streaming in. It was possibly mid-morning.

Thinking about the nocturnal visit husband dude had paid to you, your cheeks flushed deep pink. My god, if that was what his tongue could do… you smiled to yourself, thinking about what else he was capable of. And did you imagine another, shorter visit to you later on or was that just wishful thinking?

Shaking off your thoughts, you leaned up on your elbows and took a proper look around you.

A spacious modern room, with floor-to-ceiling windows and white gauzy curtains, billowing slightly in the sea breeze. Not a lot of furniture, minimalist vibe. You were alone, and still clothed in what you supposed you should call your wedding dress.

Your breathing seized for a second, before you inhaled a big breath. You were screwed, truly you were. In every way. You thought that your brain must’ve been working overtime while you slept, and now you knew and begrudgingly accepted that while LPV had fraudulently trapped you into marriage, you’d never be able to prove it. Maybe you could just run away? Ummm.. nope. The whole plan of being at LPV was to avoid those low-life Omega kidnappers. How would you avoid them on your own, where could you go to ensure that? To another version of LPV somewhere else in the state, only to have them pull a similar stunt?

From the outside, this guy - high sex drive aside - seemed OK, there was another female around which was a big plus and he had what seemed to be a lovely house near the beach. You accepted that you probably just had to make the best of a bad situation.

You got up, stretching out your cramped muscles before walking over to the window and looking out at your new neighbourhood. Oh, okay… a house right on the beach, then. Not just close by. And you spotted a familiar headland… this was Malibu. Wow. Okay, so maybe he wasn’t hurting for money either. You vaguely recalled that CEO Bitch had told you that you now had a handsome, rich husband.

The door opened and you swung round, startled. A tall good-looking guy with dark hair came into the room, carrying a tray filled with plates, coffee pot, carafe of juice, cups and glasses on it. He looked as startled as you did when he saw you standing by the window, and his eyes - as dark as his hair - stared into yours, holding your gaze before he dropped his quickly down and back up your body. You took in his light tache and beard, which also spilled downwards and became a neck beard. That’s incredibly sexy looking, your brain said, unbidden and your face pinked up immediately. Correction - HE is just incredibly sexy looking, your brain then supplied, helpfully.

Shut up! you silently yelled back at it. That is not helpful in the slightest.

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Logan

Logan had nearly dropped the tray of food and drink. He hadn’t expected to see her up and about, she’d slept for almost twenty-four hours so whatever they’d given her must’ve been super strength. He felt irritated by that… it could’ve been too much for her. They could’ve harmed her. And then he would’ve had to harm them.

Woah! he thought, where did that come from? He shook his head and met her gaze, those otherworldly eyes of hers staring into his. She was just breathtaking, even in the defensive stance she was adopting with arms firmly crossed over her stomach. He could just sit and look at her for years. He cleared his throat.

“Hi,” he said her name, “I’m Logan. Your husband.” She continued to stare at him, face expressionless. He continued, lamely, “You’re my wife. We’re married.”

He saw a ghost of a smile flit across her lips, “Yes, so I found out. Ten minutes after it had happened.”

He cleared his throat again uneasily, putting the tray down on the bed and gesturing to it, “Come sit and eat. You’ve had nothing for I don’t know how long.” She remained by the window but her eyes went to the filled paninis and coffee and juice he’d brought through. “I do feel light-headed, a combination of no food and whatever drug they gave me, I guess.”

Before she could move, the door opened and a dark-haired woman came into the bedroom, looking over at her first and then to Logan. He turned to his sister. “This is my new wife,” saying her name again, before turning back to his wife and saying, “This is Juliet, my sister.” The two women smiled at each other, with his wife saying lightly to Logan, “You’re lucky you weren’t called Romeo.”

He laughed, “I think Mom toyed with the idea but as me and Jules are siblings, she thought it might be a bit too weird.” He got a genuine smile in return, which made his heart beat faster.

She walked over to the bed and perched on the edge of it, next to the tray, with Logan on the other side of it.

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Juliet

Juliet remained standing, leaning against the doorframe of the walk-in wardrobe to give them some space.

While Logan and his new wife ate together for the first time, she watched them for a few moments. She smiled inwardly, it was both touching and amusing to see Logan on his very best behaviour, slicing a panini in two for her and pouring her coffee, juice and bringing her a bottle of water in addition from the kitchen. She thought for another minute or two before saying, “Do you mind if I ask you a few gentle questions?” and using her name. The new wife shook her head and gestured with the hand which wasn’t holding her panini, “Ask away.” “You’re a Platinum Omega, is that correct?”

She saw a small fleeting grimace on the other woman’s face, “Yes, I am… for my sins.” Juliet nodded, “Very rare creature, so I’m told.” The new wife laughed, but it had a bitter edge to it, “Yes, it put a big target on my back. It’s why I ended up in LPV.” Juliet remained silent, encouraging the other woman to continue, which she did once she’d swallowed the mouthful of panini she’d been chewing. “I have no family left in the US, but I’ve got some European relatives who didn’t want anything to do with me. A couple of years ago when the Omega kidnappings really started ramping up, I sold my condo and along with an inheritance from my grandmother, I signed up to stay in LPV instead of being out in the mainstream.”

Juliet nodded, “I can totally imagine why you’d make that decision.” She hesitated, then decided to dive right in, “Logan said you argued with the LPV CEO about the marriage clause in your original contract.” The new wife’s lip curled in disgust and her face flushed, “That bitch! She screwed me over. When I signed that contract, only the scenting and sampling thing was in there… which I wasn’t happy about either, let me tell you. But they made it plain that unless I signed it, they wouldn’t accept me into LPV. And they drugged me for the sampling thing,” she stated, her eyes sliding to Logan and her face flushing even more. She kept looking at him as she went on, “And I know you sampled me again last night, maybe even twice. But at least I wasn’t drugged then.”

Logan choked on his panini, and scrambled to grab his glass of juice. Juliet kept her face neutral, but was thinking, “Oh, shit!” She didn’t know exactly what sampling entailed but she could guess it wasn’t just a chaste kiss. But it was really amusing to see Logan looking like a deer caught in the headlights.

The new wife continued, “I was made to shower and put these on…” she gestured to herself with her free hand, “and when I got into her office, she… very oddly… made me look at her new antique mirror,” she eye-rolled and Logan butted in, “Two-way mirror… so I could see you for the first time.” “Ah - ok, now I understand,” she nodded. “Well, then she asked me to check in, with two fingerprints as we were in her private office. We checked in wherever we went so I suspected nothing. She then dropped it on me that I was now married, that they’d done me a huge favour and that I’d be going to my new husband’s home within 15 minutes. They’d already packed up all my stuff. I know I didn’t sign that clause and I told her I hadn’t, that she’d hidden that section from me. She said that I definitely did sign it and I just hadn’t read it properly. They also drugged me again and that’s pretty much when I passed out. Then I woke up here.” She looked between Logan and Juliet, “I heard you two talking, but I was feeling groggy and pretended I was still asleep. I know that you know I’m a virgin, and I know that you…” she pointed at Logan, “…want to fuck me really badly.”

Juliet didn’t think she’d ever seen Logan blush so heatedly. His face was scarlet, even more so than when she’d mentioned the sampling.

Stifling a laugh, she said to the new wife, “You’re right… he totally does. He’ll get over the major embarrassment of being overheard very clearly and directly stating his intentions towards you. He likes to pretend he woos the ladies before fucking them.” Logan shot a very angry look at her but she ignored him.

She continued, “Look,” using her name, “I’ll give you a potted history of the Delos family. We own Delos Inc and Delos Destinations. Have you ever heard of Westworld?” The new wife shook her head, so Juliet carried on, “It’s one of several themed parks we own, they’re very popular and we are a bunch of rich, entitled fuckers.” The new wife burst out laughing, and took a hasty swig of her water. “Our mother passed away which left us in the care of our less-than-paternal father. Logan rebelled during his teen years and just never stopped. He’s done it all… drinks, drugs, women, men… whatever he could do to piss off dear old Dad… but also to get his attention. Cos Dad has always pretty much written Logan off, and that’s a mistake. Underneath all the BS, he’s a very astute, smart businessman.”

Logan was staring at her, a vulnerable, soft expression on his face… in fact his eyes looked glossy. “My sis is just as underestimated by him too,” he said quietly, “…she’s a total systems magician.” Juliet smiled at him, before turning back to the new wife, “So… a lot of shit went down which maybe Lo will tell you about some day. I offloaded a douche of a husband, Logan hit rock bottom and went into rehab and now he’s been clean for… six months, Logan?” He nodded. “No drugs, absolute minimum alcohol intake… and absolutely no sex whatsoever.”

Juliet was shocked, even she hadn’t known that - Logan had still appeared as usual on all the gossip sites with various women and men on his arm throughout that whole period. Well, she’d get the reason out of him at some stage.

He looked at his new wife, giving her a small smile, “You see before you a reformed bad boy.” She looked at him solemnly for a moment, then gave him a dazzling smile. Juliet could see Logan’s cheeks pinking up. Woah… was her reprobate of a brother actually about to be tamed by a woman? By just one woman?! Hmmmm… she’d believe it when it actually happened. But she hoped that he was going to take this marriage seriously and not fuck it up, because she really wanted her dad to have to admit that Logan wasn’t just a huge waste of space.

Juliet turned again to the new wife, “And just to round off our story, our Dad recently insisted that Logan get married before our father retires and hands over the running of the businesses to me and Lo.” She watched the girl taking in this influx of information and she didn’t seem particularly scared or repulsed.

She continued, “Now, it sounds to me like LPV really screwed you over. That was a low trick they played on you. They’ve probably been metaphorically rubbing their hands together since the minute you walked through their door, knowing what a valuable asset you are. I am guessing that there have been plenty of enquiries about you over the past two years, but they’ve played the long game and rebuffed all of them so far, until filthy rich Logan Delos walked into their lair. And I am personally feeling very guilty about all of this, because I went to college with one of their Betas and got Logan bumped to the front of their waiting list. But I had absolutely no idea they played these type of games, as my Beta friend is always banging on about what a good and great setup it is. However, I believe they already had that full clause in your contract and signed off from the get-go and hid the marriage section from you, exactly as you accused them of doing. They knew they’d be able to make a lot of money out of you some day.”

The new wife was drinking all of this in, looking angry, pensive and then angry again.

Juliet sighed, “Look, honey… I know you’re not happy about all of this. But you are not going to be able to get out of that marriage clause or the marriage with Logan either. They totally manipulated you, but to all intents and purposes you have no proof that they did. If you go the cops, or even the Omega Foundation, they are going to be shown those signed legal documents and possibly some CCTV of you signing the original contract, and digitally signing the marriage certificate… and they will tell you not to let the door hit your butt on your way out.”

She saw the other woman’s bottom lip tremble, and she replied in a small defeated voice, “I’d kind of come to that conclusion myself.”

Juliet decided it was time to put some positive things on the table.

“Now, I’m sure you’ve been going over alternative options in your head. Sorry to say, I don’t think you’ve got very many… two, I’d say? Number one…. run away and take your chances in the mainstream or in another facility like LPV. Very sadly, I don’t rate your survival chances in the mainstream as very high and what’s to say another facility won’t take advantage of you again, just like LPV did? Number Two… stay here with Logan, be his wife, help him to stay on the straight and narrow. I mean, he’s not that ugly..” there was a loud snort from Logan here, “he’s got an OK body,” another snort, “he’s rich as fuck and more importantly, he will look after you and keep you safe. And even though you may not be soulmates, he would still claim you.”

She looked at Logan, willing him to reply in the affirmative and back her up on her reasoning, but he was just sitting there, staring at his new wife like she was some type of mythical creature. “Logan!” Juliet snapped at him, and he swung his head towards her, “Huh? What?” “I said,” she said, very deliberately, “that even if you are not soulmates, you’d still claim her to keep her safe.”

“Oh yeah! Yeah, I would,” he replied, nodding his head up and down so quickly that Juliet burst out laughing. “Chill, big bro,” she said.

The new wife bit her bottom lip as she listened to and considered what Juliet had just said.

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The New Wife

You had listened carefully to what Juliet had to say, and you knew what she said made sense. After all, it was only what you’d been telling yourself.

You inhaled a deep breath before immediately exhaling it, and looked at the two siblings as they watched you expectantly, waiting to hear what your decision was.

“Thank you, Juliet, for summarising everything so well. It’s just what I’ve been telling myself in my head. And thank you, Logan, for offering to claim me.”

You paused, to make sure you phrased this correctly, “I am so, so grateful that you both do want me to stay within this arrangement. I have to say I’m not happy about LPV’s actions, but for my personal safety.., you’re right, there is no other valid choice for me. And Logan, I realise it’s just an arranged marriage to you so that you can inherit what you rightly deserve.” Logan opened his mouth to say something but Juliet hissed, “Shut up, Lo.”

You continued, “So yes, I will stay, Logan, if that’s okay with you. I won’t run away… which I confess was my first instinct when I woke up this morning.”

Logan reached over and took your hand, “That’s more than okay with me.”

Juliet came over and gave you a quick hug, “Welcome to the Delos family!”

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Juliet

Logan looked… ecstatic… that was the word, when she said that.

He’s going to have to sit her down and clear up a few things with her, though.

Fuck, I really hope this works out for him.

And for her too, of course.

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Logan

She… she said she’s going to stay with me.

He felt his heartbeat hammering in his chest, and tried to inhale a few deep breaths to calm it down. Now.. well now he had to get his head back on straight and make sure she understood his complicated past and his intentions in this marriage.

And he’d have to keep his dick under control so that he didn’t maul her at the very first opportunity.

I guess the old man will be happy after all, because I am going to make this work he thought, I totally am.

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The New Wife

Juliet hugged you again just before she left, giving you her cell number - for when you actually had one again, you didn’t get to have them in LPV - in case you needed her for anything. “You and I are going to be good friends,” she firmly pronounced, “call me anytime, I mean it… about anything.”

You’d discovered she had a four-year-old daughter with her now ex-husband. “Urrrgghh….” she’d eyerolled, “that’s a two bottle of wine story for another time.”

Logan had given you the guided tour of his beautiful home, and you had trouble taking in the fact that it was now where you lived. He’d been so sweet about it, too… saying repeatedly that it was “our home” and “our place” and you could make whatever changes you wanted to.

You’d shyly asked if you’d be sleeping with him in the master bedroom, and he’d laughed, “You most certainly will be, angel.” That had brought back the buried memory of what he’d said when he first sampled you, he’d called you angel even then.

Deciding to be bold, when the two of you were sitting on loungers on one of the decks after your house tour, you cleared your throat and said to him, “Logan… I may be a virgin, but at LPV they put me on a Sexual Knowledge course.”

Logan swung his head round to you, eyes dark and looking fiery, “And what does that consist of, exactly?” You swallowed nervously, “Videos, mainly. Porn I guess you’d call it. All the different positions, blow jobs, ummm… men eating pussy, stuff like that.” Logan seemed to relax back into his lounger. He met your gaze again suddenly as he said, “Look, I’m sorry for… tasting… you again during the night. While you slept, or while I thought you were asleep. I shouldn’t have done that - but even so, yes, I did go back for seconds.” You smiled at him, “So I didn’t imagine that, then. It’s absolutely fine, Logan - you’re my husband, and that means you’re entitled to taste me whenever you want.” His eyes widened when he heard your words and he continued to gaze intently at you, asking, “They told me you hadn’t even been scented or sampled until I came along. Is that true?” You nodded, “Yes. No one’s ever touched me except you, Logan. And when you tasted me last night, I believe I had my first orgasm.”

He suddenly shot up off his lounger, saying in a strangled voice, “I’ll just go get us some cold drinks!” and immediately rushed off into the house. You lay back and relaxed, looking up at the rapidly darkening sky and all the stars. Starting to doze off, you reflected that despite its rocky start, your marriage and new life seemed destined to become a dream come true.

Logan returned quite a while later with the cold drinks, mocktails served with ice in tall tumblers. He gently shook your shoulder and you awoke from your little nap. Once he’d sat back down, he sipped his drink for a little while before saying, “You know, it’s all very well LPV making you watch porn to learn about sex, but the only way you’ll properly learn is by doing it. But I’m not about to go all caveman on you, despite how much I might want to.”

Taking a deep breath, you said, “ Look… Logan. You’ve plucked me from what I thought was a safe place but in fact it wasn’t, and I’m truly grateful to you for that. I’m your wife and I agreed to obey you in all things. So if you want to fuck me, you don’t have to hold back, please just do it.”

You heard him drawing in a shaky breath, then he sort of growled, “You shouldn’t say things to me like that, angel. I’m really trying to be a good boy for you. I don’t want to put you off sex by mauling you.” He turned his head towards you, “When is your next heat?” “I take inhibitors,” you told him, “they told me I’m highly sexed so I to take them every day instead of just for two days at the end of each cycle. Whenever you want me to go into heat, just let me know and I’ll stop taking the inhibitors.” You looked down into your drink, “CEO Bitch - and that fucking clause - said I must procreate whenever you want to so again, it’s up to you. When is your rut?… only so that I can make sure I’m ready to get you through it. I’ve heard it can be rough if you don’t have a partner.”

Now it was his turn to look down into his drink. “About that,” he said quietly, “What with all my substance abuse, rehab and other shit I’ll bore you with some other time, my ruts haven’t happened for a long, long time. I still got aroused… I take it CEO Bitch told you I’m a Dark Alpha?” You smiled at his use of your nickname for her, “Yes, but to be honest I don’t know what that is.” He nodded, “Well, it’s kinda like the Alpha equivalent of you, angel. A Platinum Omega… I’m the Alpha version. And part of that is we like sex when we like it, not just at rut and heat. Another reason we’re such a good match.”

He cleared his throat, “But apart from making my ruts disappear, my overindulgences also broke my dick. I hadn’t been hard for over six months, angel. Unheard of for me… the mighty fucker that is Logan Delos. I was beginning to panic, I’ll be honest with you. But when I scented and sampled and saw you, I got hard as a rock.”

He smiled over at you as your cheeks pinked up, saying, “I think I’ve got a new addiction, angel.”

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700 Follower Smoochfest Request #7 

A/N: Finally, the last request in this event is here!! I do still have the one that I picked for myself, but that isn’t going to hold up other things that need to happen - it will get written in due time. Anywho, this takes place in the future for SYiNY Reader and Logan, and it was really nice stepping back into that world for a minute, so I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! 

Warnings: implied smut, language, brief mention of drug use and addiction, uh… semi-violent thoughts about William 😒

Requested by: @alraedesigns - Logan Delos + reaching for each other in the dark. (Thanks for this one Alex! And thank you for your patience!!)

Word Count: 3,216

Summary: Logan has an important question that he wants your opinion on… and one thing in particular they he’s been looking forward to.

It started with a question. 

“So - ” He tipped his head back to look at you without disentangling himself from your body, his long fingers continuing to trail slowly up and down your arm. “If I had a question for you regarding my public image, would I need to wait until we’re not naked in bed together to ask it? Or is that -” 

You snorted, tucking your face into his chest, the bridge of your nose and your forehead flush against his bed- warmed skin. This man is something else. He laughed, too, and you felt the sound rumbling through him as he kissed the top of your head. I love him so much. Your arms tightened around his middle as you pressed your lips to his sternum, and then you loosened your grip enough to balance your chin where you’d just kissed. 

“Mmmm,” you hummed, narrowing your eyes at him as the hand that had been traversing your bicep came to rest on the small of your back. “Well technically if you were one of my clients, then yes. And technically, since I don’t work on Sundays, you’d have to wait until tomorrow.” You arched one eyebrow and nodded as much as you could with your chin stacked on his chest. “But -” Picking your head up, you placed both palms on his shoulders, his other hand finding a place to land along your spine. “You’re not one of my clients, Logan.” Not anymore. Using the grip you had on his shoulders, you pulled yourself up to catch his lips with yours, grinning as you felt him kiss you back. “And since it’s Sunday, I don’t want either of us getting out of this bed or putting clothes on any time soon, so - ” 

“Good.” His dark eyes flashed as he cut you off. Tongue flicking out to wet his lips, he adjusted his hips beneath you, the movement eliciting an involuntary little moan from the back of your throat. That lit up his eyes, too. “Because I was planning on keeping you here for at least a few more hours and…” He gave another roll of his body under yours and then he was laughing again as you groaned his name. 

“Ask your question before I change my mind.” You shook your head at him, a grin still curving your lips and lifting your cheeks, both of you well aware that your threat was empty. Because it doesn’t matter what day of the week it is, Logan. You reached up and raked your fingernails through his hair. I’ll always make time for you. 

Logan let his eyes fall shut at the sensation of the light scratch against his scalp. “That feels fuckin’ amazing.” He muttered the words and sighed, but as soon as he felt you start to pull away, his eyes flew open and his hand came up to catch your wrist. “No, don’t stop.” His thumb pressed lightly over your pulse point and you sucked in a breath and swallowed. “Just… that feels really fucking good. Please don’t stop.” He released his grip, that hand rejoining the other along your spine, and yours going back into his hair. Alright, but - As though he could sense your uncertainty over providing a distraction when he’d just said that he needed to ask you something, he cleared his throat. “So I was wondering what you thought about…” 

You dragged your fingers through the thick waves that curved back over his ears, your eyes intently searching the rich brown depths of his for any clue as to where this question might be headed. But I have no idea. He took a breath, your upper body rising with his chest as he filled his lungs, and then he blinked twice and finished what he’d started to ask. 

“What do you think about me goin’ back to Westworld?” 

You tried not to freeze or show any of the shock that filled you at the subject of his question, but you knew he felt the twitch of your fingers in his hair. Drawing a breath in through your nose, you resumed your motion and cleared your throat. “What - “ You shook your head slightly. I don’t understand. “Logan, what does that have to do with your public image? I- “ 

He sighed, eyebrows coming together in a serious, determined expression. “Everyone knows that I lost my shit after my last time in the park.” He rolled his eyes as you started to protest. “Shh,” he quieted you, not angrily, and you felt the tap of both of his thumbs to your back so you let him continue without interruption. “Warranted or not, it’s where all that bullshit started. Delos heir’s downward spiral into drugs and debauchery.”  

You weren’t sure if it was an exact quote, but there had been plenty of similar headlines that he could have pieced it together from in the months following Logan’s last trip to Westworld. And they continued to follow him for years. Even after he’d gotten clean of everything but the occasional drink, it was those damning headlines - written about him when he was at the lowest point in his entire life - that had allowed the lies that had been told about him to spread and require legal interference. Fucking William. If I ever got my hands on him I’d - 

To your surprise, Logan chuckled. “Relax. Jesus, you should see your face right now.” He reached up to still the motion of your hand in his hair, gently bringing it down as he shifted into a seated position, and pulled you up beside him. “Hey.” He tilted his head and brought the heel of the palm he was still holding up to his lips and pressed a slow, deliberate kiss there before letting your hand fall free. He kept your eyes locked in his gaze as he continued though, his tone a quiet mixture of appreciation and apology. “I know you fucking hate him, okay? I know you do.” 

You’d made no effort to hide your true thoughts and feelings towards the man from Logan over the last two years or so - especially while Juliet was still going through her custody case. He’s a piece of fucking garbage who has hurt people that I love. He’s - 

Logan said your name. “All that shit’s behind me now, that’s… that’s the point I’m trying to make here. That I can go back to the park - the park that my company owns - and not have it ruin my life and-”

And not have it linked to William and what happened.

Fuck. Even you had done it just now, made the connection for his wanting to return to the park to the fucking bastard that had wreaked havoc not only on Logan’s life, but on the entire Delos family. But it’s not about him. At all. 

“I don’t know. I thought it would be a good way to prove that I’m… stable? I guess, or-” He frowned, trying to find the right word, and you mirrored his expression at the thought of him feeling like he had to prove anything to anyone but himself. You don’t, Logan. Not when it comes to this. 

But then you realized that maybe that was it - that what he really wanted to do was to prove to himself that he could go back to the place where he’d been broken and be able to enjoy it the way he used to. Or at least something close to it.

“I think you should go back.” Your voice was thin when you spoke - because you knew how important and potentially risky a decision this was for him -  but you meant what you said. Swallowing, you nodded. “But I think it should be for you, not for your image. Do it for y-“ 

You didn’t get to finish though, Logan’s hands coming up to cup your cheeks as he surged forward, covering your lips with his own. His tongue slipped into your mouth and you let him steal the rest of the word “yourself” before you could get it out. Your right hand came around to the back of his head as you melted into the kiss, your fingers tightening in the hair that curled against his neck and giving a slight tug. His muffled moan got lost between his lips and yours as you slipped your free hand from his chest up over his shoulder. You shifted your lower half so that all you had to do was turn your hips and you’d be on top of him again. 

But again Logan took you by surprise, placing one hand on the bed and timing his movement with yours so that he could counter it, twisting both of you so that you were on your back and he was hovering above you. Oh, fuck. You felt him grin at the sound you’d made, and then he was slowing the kiss down and ending it. He dropped one last kiss to the tip of your nose and pulled back, eyes gleaming.   

“Follow up question.” His smile widened and you arched one eyebrow, still trying to catch your breath. Bottom lip between your teeth, you hummed. Go ahead. “Will you come with me?”  

You blinked twice, heart pounding at your ribs as you swallowed. “Logan…” Licking your lips, you recovered, narrowing your eyes at him and cocking your head to one side, your hair rustling against the pillowcase. “You don’t actually think I’m that much of a buzzkill that I would say no, do you?” 

He laughed then, collapsing down on top of you, forearms on either side of your torso and chest pressed to yours. The scratch of his beard and the drag of his nose over the side of your throat preceded the brush of his lips. “No, I don’t.” They skimmed over your skin and you felt his hips drop down over yours as his teeth closed around your earlobe with light pressure. “But that wasn’t an answer.”  

You turned to face him as he settled off to one side, his leg and half of his body still draped over you. “Of course I’ll go with you,” you answered. I’ll go anywhere with you. 

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You had to wait three months until there was an overlapping break in your schedules, but the time had gone by almost in a flash since the lazy Sunday morning he’d sprung it on you. Though Logan and Juliet had both described the park to you - even Cynthia, when you’d told her of your trip, had swooned over the hotel at the Mesa, where she’d’ been a guest for a Delos Holiday party one year - you knew that there was no real way to prepare for the level of immersion that you would experience when you stepped off that train for the first time. 

It’s going to be… surreal. 

Not just the park and the Hosts, but being there with Logan and what taking that step in his journey meant for him. Though admittedly, at certain times since you’d known him, the thought of him returning to Westworld had scared you and at other times you wondered if he’d ever be able to go back, you had grown less and less apprehensive about how he’d react once he was there again. I trust him to know himself. And if he thinks he’s ready then… he’s ready. 

A soft breeze blew through the valley then, and you tightened your arms where they were crossed over your chest. Since the sun had gone down shortly after you had arrived at the Mesa, Logan had wanted to wait to actually head into the park until the following morning. Rooms at the on-site hotel were nearly impossible to book. They were used to accommodate visiting business partners, potential investors, and other guests, and were often used by Delos employees when they had saved vacation time. 

But Logan had a suite there that was reserved for his use whenever he wanted to stay before or after a trip into the park, so within minutes of your arrival he’d been given the keycode and the two of you had headed up to the top floor. You’d stepped out onto the balcony to watch the stars blink into view as the sky darkened while Logan finished a phone call, and while the sundress you were wearing had been fine for the first leg of your trip, the chill in the air as the day turned to night bit at your skin. 

You didn’t want to go back inside though, even to get a jacket, because you had never seen anything like the vista that was spread out before your eyes. You’d seen it briefly ablaze in late sunlight when you first arrived - the layers of color cutting through the outcropping of rocks in the distance, the way that the clouds hung in the sky and how they were never white or gray or silver but all three and more, the shapes the few visible trees and bushes made and the shadows that they threw onto the reddish clay ground. But the desert painted a different scene at night and you were taking in the way the colors shifted, cooling with the temperature. This place is… You huffed out a breath. Unbelievable. And we’re not even really there yet. We’re just… we haven’t scratched the surface. 

Logan spoke your name, interrupting your thoughts and you turned to see him stepping out onto the balcony with you. He’d changed into a long sleeved shirt and sweatpants, clearly dressing for the weather from experience. “Aren’t you cold?”  

You shrugged as he made his way over to you. “A little, but…” turning back towards the view, you spread your arms wide, the cool air hitting your previously covered chest. “Look at this. I mean…” 

He hummed in agreement as you felt him wrap his arms around you from behind, pulling you to his body. “Yeah.” He dipped his head to kiss your temple, his tone low and warm when he continued. “It’s fuckin’ gorgeous.” You let your arms fall to cover his as he kissed you again. “Thank you. For comin’ with me.” 

Leaning back against his chest, you closed your eyes and let out a sigh at the feel of him solid and strong behind you. His arms shifted to trap yours between them so that your bare skin was covered by his soft sleeves and he gave you a small squeeze. “Of course, Logan.” 

Though it had only been a second that they’d been shut, when you blinked your eyes open again you were stunned at how it had gone from twilight to deep night in the span of that second, and a quiet gasp slipped from you. “Oh. It’s… it got really dark.” 

“A lot darker than L.A. or New York, hmm?” He left another soft kiss to the side of your head before pulling away and turning to face you as you turned, too. 

Laughing, you answered. “Yeah, I would say so.” You took a deep breath in through your nose and crossed your arms over your chest again. “I can’t believe this isn’t even… that this is just-” You shook your head as Logan watched you, the beginning of a smile lifting the corner of his mouth. Seeing that tiny expression gave you the confirmation that you were already feeling about this trip being nothing but positive for Logan, and it warmed your whole heart to see. “I’m looking forward to you showing me around, Cowboy.” 

His smile spread a little higher, his nose wrinkling as he thought about his response, and then his tongue flicked out to wet his lips and he was giving it to you - though at first, it was not at all what you were expecting. 

“There were… a lot of things that I really fucking missed about coming here. A lot of things I didn’t think I’d get to do or have or see again, because I- ” He sighed, the smile dropping as his head moved from side to side, a few strands of hair fell loose over his forehead, and deep creases cutting into his furrowed brow. Oh. “I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to come back, even if I wanted to.” 

I know. You nodded wordlessly, your eyes locked on his as you reached over to comb the errant strands of hair away from them. Tucking them back into place, you let your palm settle against his jaw, thumb sweeping over the close cropped beard that covered the lower half of his face. You’ve come so damn far. 

He swallowed the emotions that had been gathering in his throat and you felt the muscles of his cheeks pull back up into a grin under your touch. “You know what I think I actually missed the most though?” 

“No,” you said softly, returning his smile and bringing your other hand up to let both curve around the back of his neck. “Tell me.” 

You inhaled through your nose as you felt his large palms landing on your waist. “Seein’ the look on someone’s face the first time they step off the train for the first time.” He tightened his grip on you, fingers bunching in the material of your sundress, the cold completely forgotten. “Everyone always thinks that they know what it’s gonna be.” His grin grew lopsided as he pulled you close enough that your hips were flush with his, your arms slipping over his shoulders. Narrowing his eyes he shook his head. “But no one really has any idea, not ‘til they’re in it.” 

Just like with you, Logan. People think they know all about you and they… they don’t. 

“That’s why I wanted to take the first train in tomorrow morning instead of the last one in tonight,” he explained. “Because when we step off it I want you to see it in broad daylight.” His lips dropped open and you felt his eyes scan your face. “And I can’t wait to see that look on your face.” 

Exactly as he had when you’d told him that you thought he should go back to the park, Logan pulled you into a sudden kiss, your already racing heart skipping another beat or two as you returned it with as much fire as he was giving you. I love you, Logan Delos. 

He didn’t pull back until both of you were breathless, and when he did it was only to reach for your hand so he could pull you into the large bed just inside the patio doors. “We’ve still got a while ‘til sunrise,” he mumbled against the skin of your chest as he kissed his way along the scooping neckline of your dress. “Wanna see what other faces I can get you to make first.” 

He flicked his eyes up to meet yours then and you felt heat rip through you like wildfire. “I like that plan, Logan.” You gave him a half-glazed grin as he dropped his mouth back to your body and started to tug the zipper down the side of your torso. Eyes falling shut as he slipped his hands under the straps of your dress, you dipped your head back into the pillows. 

I like that plan. A lot.

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[readerinsertsaremyguiltypleasure]

Could you do U to Logan please, thank you!!!!

My first Logan ask. Yay! Be warned, though. I've only seen a little of Westworld and so my opinion of Logan is heavily influenced by fanfic I have read.

Unrequited love (or assumed) - Logan Delos

If Logan loved someone and thought they didn't love him back, how depressed he got would depend on how heavy the rejection (I don't think he'd be able to keep the feelings to himself for long, even if he wanted to) and how much of a downward spiral he was already in at the time. If he's in a good place, he could handle it (until his Dad screws that up for him) but if he's already at a low, he would let it take him even lower.

How he would handle someone else loving him would be a lot healthier. He'd probably be a bit insensitive, using humour to deflect from the seriousness of the situation ("of course you love me, who wouldn't?"), but he would let you down gently. He'd probably freak out more if the love wasn't unrequited, and he did return your feelings. His thing is sex, not love, and he'd need time to come to terms with the idea of changing that.

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[quellmythirst]

Riding Lessons.

A/N: Today I woke up and chose violence. The day drinking is also not helping. Thank you @chatnain for being so lovely, I hope I managed to make your horny problem worse <3

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Logan Delos

Words: 1.2k

Summary: He gives you a spicy riding lesson???

Warnings: SMUT!!!! I don't know shit about horses. MINORS DNI

“Well you kids have fun,” your friend called as she walked down the side of the hill, “Will's and I are gunna go look for Dolores. Well, he is. I'm looking for Clementine,” she waved, skipping away as the wind kicked up her skirt. It was your second time visiting Westworld together and it would be a lie to say you hadn’t planned it around when you knew Logan would be here.

The wind blew through your long hair, a large shadow crept across your face. Your eyes glancing up from behind your glasses, you flicked your hair from your eyes so you could better see the man standing in front of you. You knew who he was the moment you set eyes on him, you had been lusting after from him for years. It was only here in this place that he really saw you. And here he was dressed only in his ass less chaps, the leather clinging to his firm legs while the rest of him hung free. You could hardly believe this man was about to give you a riding lesson. You were shivering with anticipation, already dripping down your thighs while you waited for him.

"Should we get started then?" you say, your melodic voice drifting in the wind.

"Is that? Your accent is lovely," he purrs, his hand skimming along the soft skin of your arm. Goosebumps rising along your body with each caress. You stared into his dark eyes, trying very hard not to look down.

"Thank you," you say, leaning back into the horse.

“First thing you wanna do is get on,” he instructed you, his hand curving quite low on your waist to hold you steady. While the other took hold of your foot, hoisting you over the large black beast. You peer down at him, the wind rushing against your nearly bare pussy, only concealed by the heavy skirts you were wearing. Anticipation builds in your stomach when you see his eyes linger on your shapely legs. “Here, take hold of the reins,” he instructs you and you do as he says. You hear him click his tongue and worry that you’ve done something wrong, “No not like that,” he chastises, his hand grazing up your leg. He takes hold of the horn, his hand dangerously close to your pussy, “Here let me show you,” His hand tightening and your body moving forward to brush against his hand, his leg kicking over behind you. You feel his warm, bare chest pressed into you, his thick cock grinding into your back.

“Now here's what you want to do,” he said, moving his hand, accidentally brushing up against your moist core. His large hands take the reins from behind you, resting them on your thighs. His stubble grazing against your cheek, the masculine scent of his sweat fills your senses. Closing your eyes you inhale and you begin to squirm. He was working you up and he’d barely laid a hand on you.

He whipped the reins, the sound of the crack making your eyes fling open, the tail end stinging when it smacked into your leg. You couldn't help the small moan that escaped your lips, just like he couldn't help the way he ground into you at the sound.

The horse set to a trot, both of your body's bouncing together with each step. It was moving slowly, but Logan's hands were moving fast. Taking the reins in one, he used the other to glide up your thigh, your skirts gathering at his wrist. Traveling further up, his long fingers glide through your bare pussy, gathering the juices that flowed freely from your body. “Fuck you're so wet already,” he growled into your ear, “Bet you haven’t been fucked properly in ages,” His chapped lips devour, sucking and biting at your neck. While his hand began gently rubbing on your clit, his cock grew harder by the second. He felt long and thick grinding into your back. Your pussy grinding into the soft leather of the saddle, it wasn’t enough. You needed more, more of him. “I'm about to fix that,” he says, biting down on your shoulder and bringing the horse to a stop.

You barely noticed that you had trotted into a wood, the trees dense and the sun just peaking through the canopy. He dismounted the horse, your eyes drawn to his hard cock standing to attention in the breeze. The fucking assess chaps leaving nothing to the imagination. His eyes looked hungrily up at you, holding his hand out to you. Taking it yours as he helped you down from the horse, pulling you into a feverish kiss.

His eyes lustful as he backed you into a nearby tree, the bark grazing your back as he raised up your skirts. His strong hands lifting you up by the waist. You instinctively wrap your legs around him, his cock teasing just at your entrance. Sliding up and down through your dripping pussy and mixing it with his pre cum, “What a pretty thing you are,” he says, spearing into you his hard pace set from the go as he slams his cock into you. Your wanton moans and cries music to his ears as pleasure builds within you. His teeth sink into your lips drawing blood from them, ravaging your mouth. A hand travels up to grip your thigh pressing you harder into the tree, “look at me,” he demands, “ain’t no one gunna fuck you this good again,” he smirks, “you need this,” he punctuated with a deep thrust, “you gotta call me,” You nod at him words lost on your tongue as you chase euphoria, "Gunna get your addicted to my cock," he growls, his hands wrapping through your hair, tugging your head back, "You hear me?"

"Yes- Fuck, Yes. Logan!"

Like lightning he turns you, pressing your face into the wood as he fucks into you from behind, his hand rubbing on your swollen clit, “so close, need you to cum,” he growls into your shoulder, your cry out the pain shooting right into your pussy.

“Fuck! Logan,” you scream, pressing back into him. Taking both hands he lifts your ass, your feet dangling over the ground as he grinds his cock deep within you. Hitting your sweet spot he chuckles to himself, pressing into it again and again and again until you're sure you're going to faint.

“Who fucks you this good?”

“You Logan! Fuu-” His forearm slides under you holding you up, his other hand swirling down on your clit and sending you over the edge. Your body shakes, convulsing like give been exorcism. Your pussy clenching and convulsing on his cock until his warm cum shoots into you, filling you up until you feel it dripping down your leg.

Carefully he sets you back on the ground, your feet wobble and you decide to sit in the grass, before laying back to look at the green canopy above you. A blanket of sunshine encapsulates you, while a strong arm rests down beside you, “I should get back to my friend,” you say, “she'll be looking for me,”

“You're not going anywhere,” he growls, his body looming over you, his thigh sliding effortlessly between your legs, “I ain't done with you yet.”

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