#logan delos smut

[agentwhiskeysdarlin]

Kinktober Day 3

Public Teasing & Edging with Logan Delos

Pairing: Logan Delos x F!Reader

Rating: NSFW 18+ (minors dni)

Warnings: let’s be real Logan comes with his own warning, mentions of Logan’s drug addiction very briefly, such cute fluff, use of a lovense vibrator (one that is controlled by an app & stays inside), use of the pet names Princess & Sir (do ya’ll see a theme?), so much edging and teasing like Logan is a little shit, sub/dom relationship, exhibitionism, spankings as punishment, reader cries during said punishment, oral (female receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, sex with the vibrator still in reader, mostly clothed Logan and naked reader, slightly rough sex, multiple orgasms, more cute fluff

Word Count: 4.2k

Author’s Notes: Oh how I love writing for this man. This was so so much fun. I hope you all enjoy it!

Kinktober Masterlist

ao3 link coming soon ish

 Your hands brushed gently over the satin fabric, of the dress that hugged you perfectly. It was expensive, beautiful, but also simple. The gentle sweetheart neckline pushed your breasts up just enough to show a hint of cleavage. The slit running up your right leg to the middle of your thigh didn’t leave much to the imagination. Then the laced up back simply made you smirk, as you turned slightly to look it over. You were sure that would present a challenge later.

  “Thinking about how long it may take me to get you out of that later, sweetheart?”

  Logan Delos spoke from his spot, leaned up on the doorframe of the bedroom. You smirked up at his reflection before turning around.

  “Actually I was.”

  He let out a chuckle before pushing off the doorframe and slowly stalking towards you. You noticed then, one hand held a small gift bag but it was quickly tucked behind his back, as his other hand fell to your hip. He was so close that his breath ghosted over your face when he spoke.

  “Sweetheart, I can get you out of that dress in seconds. I’m more skilled than you think,” his lips took yours for a quick, gentle kiss.

  You smirked against his lips, before kissing him back gently. He pulled you closer after he pulled away, to pepper kisses all over your face, and you giggled.

  “Don’t mess up my makeup,” you let out a full laugh as you pushed him away slightly.

  Logan laughed too but stopped at your request.

  “I wish we didn’t have to attend this thing tonight. I would much rather see that dress on my floor.”

  “It would look much better there, but I’m proud of you for attending this event.”

  Logan’s eyes softened. When he came crashing into your life, he was wild. Hardly ever sober, doing just about anything under the sun to numb his reality. When he started making his advances on you, you would withhold yourself on promises of him being sober for dates. You’d supported him through getting help, and now he was two months sober. He had told you once, it was something he had secretly wished for, for awhile, because it only chased things away temporarily, but he never knew how to go about getting clean.

  “Well I had this really amazing woman come into my life, and she makes me put in work so,” he trailed off with a smile that you matched.

  “She sounds amazing.”

  “Oh she is,” he pulled you to him once again for another kiss, and then the gift bag popped back into your head.

  “Did you get me something?” You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked from him to his hand.

  “I did,” a mischievous smirk crossed Logan’s features as he held it up.

  You stepped back slightly and took the bag. You pulled the tissue paper out, uncovering a plain white box. You looked up at Logan with furrowed brows, and he nodded for you to keep going. You opened the box and found you had been wanting for a long time. Something for you and Logan to enjoy together. A Lovense vibrator. You smirked as you looked up at him.

  “You got me one?!”

  “That I did,” he smirked again, and you knew at a glance that he was up to something.

  “Why’d you give it to me tonight?”

  “Because you are going to wear it at the event tonight.”

  You let out a small gasp, and you felt the walls of your pussy clench in anticipation. The one wild thing about Logan that he didn’t loose, and thank god he didn’t, was his sex drive. He had adjusted well to monogamy, but he was still kinky, with wild ideas that sent you ablaze. Publicly teasing you was on the top of his list, and even though you felt some nerves bubble up in your stomach, you were also excited.

  “It’s already charged and ready to go.”

  Logan stepped back, taking the toy with him. He crooked his finger for you follow, and you obeyed. He nodded to the bed, and you sat down. He gently pushed you back, till you were propped up on your elbows. You opened your legs, which made Logan lick his lips as his eyes traced over you.

  “Open,” he demanded as he moved the bigger part of the vibrator towards your mouth.

You did as he asked and took it, sucking on it while keeping your eyes locked with his the entire time. He pulled it from your lips with a pop, and then moved your panties over to the side. You let out a whine at the cool air against your wet center. Logan bent and when he looked up at you, his eyes were lust blown.

  “Already so wet Princess,” the pet name made you clench again.

  He pulled out his phone and sat it next to your leg on the bed. You glanced down seeing he had the app for controlling the vibrator open. He slipped it over your clit, still off, slowly. You let out a soft moan as you looked down, watching him. He caught your eyes before moving to his phone, and making the toy come to life. You jumped and let out a moan, your eyes fluttering closed. Then he started to push it higher and higher until your legs were almost shaking, and then it was gone. Your eyes flew open, and you were met with the shit eating grin across Logan’s face.

  “Oh my sweet girl. You won’t be coming until we get home this evening, and if you do you’ll be punished.”

  “But…why?” You asked as you panted slightly.

  “Just for fun of course Princess.”

  You felt your pulse jump, and once again your pussy fluttered at the thought. Logan, without anymore teasing slipped it inside of you, and you jumped slightly at the feeling. It wasn’t very big or noticeable, but just enough. He fixed the other end over your clit, and held it in place until he pulled your panties back over, keeping nestled snug against you. He helped you from the bed and you fixed yourself quickly, gulping at the feeling of the toy inside of you. It suddenly came to life, and you let out a yelp, and Logan let out what you swore was an evil laugh.

  “Now now Princess, you can’t be doing that tonight. People can’t know,” he smirked before he turned it off and held out his arm, like he hadn’t done a single thing wrong.

  You gave him a glare and let out a shaky breath, before you laced your arm within his. This was about to be the longest night of your life.

  You swore this gala was going to last for forever. You were ready to pull your hair out at this point. Teetering on the edge of an orgasm for most of the night. Logan had been relentless. He was nice enough to not turn it on when he introduced you to important people and while you spoke with his no good father, but other than that he had been a little shit. You had no idea why you agreed to this. Overall the thought sent a shiver through you. The looks that Logan would pass to you from across the room while sipping his drink, phone in hand and a smirk on his face. He something else entirely, but all you wanted right now was to come. You were wound up, and at this point it was becoming almost painful. According to Logan you’d kept your composure throughout the night, which was a relief to you.

  You sat at a table, while he mingled. You sipped at your water, and picked at the food that had been served. People would come up and speak with you, and you would put on your best face. But for the most part this was for investors, and you were just Logan’s plus one. That was perfectly fine, especially right now. The vibrator came to life within you again, and it was turned all the way up. You pushed your thighs together under the table, and gripped a napkin in one hand and the edge of the table with the other. Your entire body tensed, and then you melted when the vibrations suddenly stopped. You licked your lips and looked down, closing your eyes to collect yourself for a short moment. A hand on your shoulder made you jump, and when you turned Logan was smirking like a damn cat as he took the seat next to you.

  “You alright Princess, you look flushed?” He furrowed his brows but with knowing look in his eyes.

  “You know perfectly well what’s wrong with me, Logan Delos,” you snapped but you kept a light undertone to your words.

  “Don’t get snippy with me Princess,” he paused to turn the vibrator up again, and your eyes closed. “I can make it worse.”

  “I don’t think you can make it any worse. Logan, please,” your eyes opened and you looked at him, begging.

  “Now now Princess, we discussed this. You don’t get to come until the event is over. You only have,” he checked his watch, the vibrator still going inside of you. “An hour and a half.”

  The vibrator stopped and your body relaxed, but as you brought your drink to your lips your hand was shaking.

  “I do enjoy seeing you like this. Controlling your orgasm, making them mine, see what it does to me Princess,” Logan spoke low enough for only you to hear, as he grabbed your other wrist and guided your hand to his rock hard cock, straining against his pants. “See, you’re not the only one uncomfortable, Princess. I’m going to destroy you later.”

  The last words were a whisper in your ear and then he was up. He bent to kiss your temple.

  “I’m going to mingle some more, come with me,” his play on words made you glare up at him, and with a chuckle he took your hand and pulled you up.

  He kept his hand on the small of your back, guiding you through the crowd as he searched people out. He came up to a group of important looking men and their dates.

  “Ahhhh Logan!” One man spoke as he stuck his hand out.

  “Mason you bastard, I didn’t know you’d be here!” They both shared a laugh as Logan took his hand and they pulled each other into one of those bro hugs.

  Mason’s girlfriend leaned over, “you being tortured as well?”

  Her words made you gulp, but when you looked over at her you knew what she really meant.

  “Oh yeah. I love dressing up, but most of what’s said is going right over my head.” The both of you laughed.

  “Girl I understand completely.” She laced her arm with yours as she rolled her eyes and took a sip of her drink.

  You watched Logan closely and knew what was coming. He had one hand in his pocket now, along with his phone, and you had watched his finger move. Your jaw tensed and you pushed your legs together the best you could while standing. Your knees were already weak, but they were turning to jello. You had to keep yourself together or you were going to fall to the ground any second.

  “Excuse me. I need to go to the ladies room,” you leaned over and spoke to the girl.

  You turned to look at Logan, who gave you a nod and then a wink. You gave him a small smile and forced your legs to move towards the restrooms. You were greeted with wonderful silence. Not a single other soul was in there. You went for the farthest stall and the moment you touched the door, the vibrator turned on max. Your hand flew over your mouth to stop the moan that came tumbling out. You knew if he didn’t stop it soon you were going to tumble over the edge, but then again how would he know. You leaned into the pleasure now and let it take you. You kept your hand over your mouth and a hand gripping your dress, as your legs shook and you tumbled over the edge. You panted as you came back down, and soon after the vibrator stopped once again.

  You let out a shaky breath and straightened yourself. You brushed your hands down your dress and cleared your throat, before you moved out of the stall. You went to the sink and splashed water on your face, gathering yourself. With one more final breath, you stepped out of the restroom. You looked up,  only to be met with Logan’s eyes from across the room. They were ablaze and you wondered what had happened, as you went back to the table and sat down. You took a generous gulp of water and settled yourself slightly.

  “You alright Princess?” Logan asked, an edge of knowing in his voice.

  “I’m fine,” you looked at him with a smile, plastering innocence all over your face.

  His fingers brushed at your neck, and then grabbed at your shoulder, before he bent down next to your ear.

  “I know what just happened in that bathroom Princess.”

  “H…how?” You gulped but you didn’t look his way.

  “I know how you look after you come. It’s one of my favorite looks on you. No matter how beautiful it is, you’re still getting punished for not following my rule.”

  You gulped, feeling the sting of guilt race through you.

  “Come now Princess,” Logan spoke as he straightened, and moved so you could get up.

His hand fell to your lower back, his thumb brushing at the fabric, as he lead you away from the crowd. The two of you made your way down a hallway, and with one look back to check your surroundings, Logan opened the door and directed you inside. The gala venue also housed offices and random meeting rooms. You and Logan were in the most private place you could be in the building, but the chance of someone coming in was still there. It made all of this more exciting, and nerve wracking.

  “Relax, I can hide you within seconds. Just pretend we’re alone,” Logan spoke as he stepped behind you, as his fingers started to work at your dress.

  Soon the fabric fell to a puddle on the floor around your feet and, besides your underwear, you were completely bare for Logan. He walked around you like a hunter circling his prey, before stopping directly in front of you.

  “So beautiful,” he whispered as his finger slid down your cheek, before tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

  He was always like this before dishing out a punishment, or even before things were about to get intense. Just a check in for you.

  “You remember your rules Princess?”

  “Yes Sir.”

  “Very good.”

  Logan turned and walked towards the couch that sat in the middle of the room, two arm chairs across from it and a coffee table in the middle. There was a wall full of bookshelves and a fire place. The other wall had a bar and a writing desk. You watched him as he discarded his jacket, laying it over a chair before removing his tie and doing the same. He rolled his white button up shirt to his elbows and you could have melted on the spot. This was one of your favorite versions of Logan. It never failed to make you practically drool. He sat on the edge of the couch before looking up at you with dark eyes, a smirk, and patted his thigh. You moved forward on weak knees, noting his phone was out next to him. The reminder of the vibrator still inside of you made your pulse pound in your ears. You stopped on one side of his legs, and he reached up before situating you over his lap in the perfect position.

  “Arms,” he ordered, and giving him your full trust, you put your arms behind your back.

  He tucked them together where he could keep both your wrist grasped in one hand. His other hand fixed your hair gently before settling softly on your ass, already making you jump. Logan simply chuckled.

  “You know why you are being punished Princess?”

  “Yes Sir. I disobeyed you.”

  “Very good. How many do you think you deserve?”

  “Ten?” You spoke, being unsure of your answer.

  “I think ten will do. Now remember to count and if you mess up I start over.”

  “Yes Sir,” you breathed.

  “Remember you can stop this at anytime, and breathe okay?”

  “Yes Sir.”

  “Good girl,” he spoke softly, and then he grabbed your panties and pulled them up slightly, pushing the vibrator harder against you.

  You let out a soft moan at the feeling and slight friction on your clit. Then he was gone and knew what was coming. You tried not to tense but you always did. Logan’s hand came crashing down on your right cheek, and you let out a yelp.

  “One,” you spoke, making sure to be loud enough.

  Logan squeezed before his hand was gone, and back again on the left cheek.

  “Two.”

  He repeated the process until he got to five and the sting blooming. He paused, his thumb on the hand holding yours brushing at your skin as a gentle reminder. Then the vibrator came to life at full force inside of you. You let out a moan and then his hand was crashing back down again, but this time much harder.

  “Six!” You practically screamed the number at the mixture of pain and pleasure.

  Another hard strike against your other cheek, and tears were gathering in your eyes.

  “Seven!” You whimpered out this time.

  Another, once again hard and you jumped, your whole body shaking.

  “Eight,” this time it slipped out in a sob.

  The vibrator stopped and you relaxed slightly, panting.

  “These last two times will be very hard. You okay?”

  “Yes Sir,” and you were okay, everything just felt intense.

  Logan’s hand came crashing down and you let out a cry this time. It wasn’t the most painful thing you had ever felt, and you had spankings like this before, but it had been awhile.

  “Nine,” again the number fell from your lips with a sob.

  The next one came crashing down, and you pushed out the last number on a whisper. Logan had you up in seconds. His face full of concern, as he gently wiped away your tears.

  “Shhhh Princess. You did good,” he praised, and you panted, trying to gather yourself.

  He sat you up on the couch, and the second your burning ass hit the cool leather you let out a hiss.

  “Let’s get these panties off. I want to see just how soaking wet you are. Even though there is plenty of evidence here Princess,” Logan smirked, and you looked up at him smirking softly.

  He bent, pulling your panties down with his fingers, exposing your soaking pussy to the cool air of the room.

  “Fuck Princess. You are a mess,” Logan smirked and then he dove.

  He never removed the vibrator, but he licked at you cleaning up the mess around your hole. He moved the piece on your clit to give the sensitive bundle of nerves a few licks, his eyes on you to see how you react.

  “Logan please,” you beg, throwing him the best puppy dog eyes you can.

  “You did take your punishment so so well, and this is such a beautiful mess. I think I may need to fuck this beautiful pussy. What do you think Princess?” Logan spoke as he stood, his hand coming to your center, two fingers entering along side the vibrator.

  He leaned over you now and you looked up at him, giving him a quick eager nod.

  “Please Sir please,” you begged which you knew he loved, as you kept eye contact.

  He stopped, pulling his fingers out, causing you to whimper before he kissed your forehead. Then he was pulling you up and guiding you to the desk. It was a clean dark wooden service, and it would be the perfect height. Logan hoisted you up on the flat top and opened your legs.

  “We are going to keep this inside of you,” he glanced up at you and you let out a moan at the thought.

  Logan simply unzipped his fly to pull himself out, which only drove you more crazy. You watched as he removed himself from his pants, licking your lips as you saw how hard he was. You watched him as he stroked himself a few times before lining himself up with your entrance. He was slower than normal, stretching you more with the vibrator still buried inside of you. Your mouth dropped in a silent gasp as you watched him penetrate you. Logan’s eyes glanced up at you, as he continued to inch inside of you.

  “You’re doing so good Princess. Taking me so well,” he groaned as he finally bottomed out and your walls clenched.

  You couldn’t describe the feeling that shivered through you. Logan brought up his phone, holding still as he turned the vibrator on high. Both of you let out a moan and then Logan started to move. His lips fell to yours, taking you with so much need, as his thrusts started to get quicker and harder by the second. You’ve grasped at the edge of the desk, trying to keep yourself steady, even though you could feel your orgasm coming like a massive wave. Logan kept your lips locked to his until air was a must, but he didn’t go far. His forehead fell to yours as he picked up speed.

  “Fuck Logan that feels so good,” you whined out, your voice broken as you looked down, watching as he fucked you.

  “You going to cum for me Princess?”

  You couldn’t answer, just simply nodded your head rapidly. Logan’s thrusts became sloppy.

  “Come on Princess, cum with me,” he groaned out and your head flew back.

  You let out a loud moan, not caring if anyone heard. Your legs trembled almost violently as your walls clenched, as you came around his cock and the vibrator. Your hand reached out for his, and he grasped you and stilled inside of you. He let out a groan, before kissing you hard and deep as he emptied himself inside of you. He let himself finish before he was pulling out, but never turned the vibrator off. Your eyes widened at the overstimulation, but he kept it steady just as another quick rising orgasm that crashed over you, before you could utter a word to him. He watched you with careful eyes and then stopped. Your body trembled and tears streaked your face at the overwhelming pleasure.

  “Shhhhh that was such a good girl for me Princess. You did so good,” Logan praised as he kissed at different parts of your face, trying to bring you back to earth.

  You finally felt yourself calm slightly, and forced your heavy lidded eyes open to find dark eyes staring back.

  “That was…” you let out a laugh and Logan chuckled.

  “I know. Now let’s get you cleaned up and get out of here. My girl needs rest now,” another kiss to your forehead and you nodded softly. “This isn’t going to be pleasant okay?”

  Logan took the vibrator within his fingers, and you gave him a nod before he slowly and gently pulled it out. You let out a hiss and then a sigh. Logan moved your legs gently back together and off the desk, before helping you with your dress.

  “I think I’m going to keep these in my pocket,” Logan smirked as he wrapped the vibrator in your panties, and tucked them in his pocket.

  You smirked and then ran your fingers through your hair.

  “Do I look like I was just fucked within an inch of my life?” You asked him with a smirk, as you smoothed your hands over your dress.

  “Not at all. You look beautiful. I don’t think I’ve told you that tonight.”

  “You have and thank you Logan. You don’t look so bad yourself.”

  Logan let out a chuckle as he walked to you, tilting your chin up with his fingers. He leaned down and this time placed a gentle but deep kiss on your lips. One that you returned with a soft smile.

  “Now let’s get you home.”

  “Be happy there are people out there.”

  “Why is that?” Logan asked with a smirk as the two of you started for the door.

  “Because otherwise you would be carrying me out of here. I won’t be able to walk for a week.”

  “That only means I did my job right Princess.”

  “That it does.”

  The two of you walked out of the office with shared chuckles. You were met with knowing eyes as the two of you walked through the room and outside into the night air. The two of you paused, Logan’s hand on your back, and looked back before looking at each other. Then you both let out full belly laughs, before Logan pulled you in for one more kiss.

  “We’re never going to hear the end of this.”

  “We will be the story told at this event for years to come.”

  Both of you let out one more full laughter before heading to Logan’s car to head home.

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[marvelmusing]

Blood Is Thicker

Pairing: Vampire!Aleksander M & Vampire!Billy R & Vampire!Logan D x Fem!Reader

Summary: As Aleksander’s lover, you’re always eager to meet with the two other members of his rather unconventional coven.

Warnings [18+]: smut (everything in this fic has been discussed and consented to beforehand), the boys call each other brother but they are in no way related, biting, reader’s blood is consumed a lot, typical vampire vibes, soft dom!Aleksander, oral (fem receiving), fingering, foursome kinda, pain kink, praise kink, bondage, knife kink, hint of subspace, minor blood kink? reference to somnophilia, soft aftercare

(That is most definitely the longest warnings list I have ever made, and I’m kinda impressed by it)

A/N: this is my ‘official’ halloween fic, so happy Halloween and I hope you guys enjoy this (I’ve tagged a lot of people in this since it includes the majority of my character scope atm, please don’t feel the need to interact if the content in this isn’t for you)

My Masterlist

“There’s our little buffet,” Billy remarks as you enter the room, hand in hand with Aleksander. As always, Billy’s words have your stomach flipping in anticipation, and your cheeks warm as the duo lay their eyes on you.

“Hi Billy.” You say shyly, before glancing over at the figure leaning against the mantelpiece and giving him a small nod. “Logan.”

Aleksander’s mother was a particularly powerful witch, who hadn’t wanted her son to go through eternity alone. Using magic unknown to any of you, she had managed to locate her son’s doppelgängers.

Billy had been a soldier fighting in the civil war, charming every lady he came across and delighting in the violence he was allowed in the name of his cause. Logan had been her most recent find, a party-loving socialite from 1920s New York, disowned by his family for his wild nature.

Aleksander's doppelgängers both had vampire blood in them, meaning that they were originally human, but once they reached maturity - around the age of thirty Aleksander had explained to you - they grew into their vampire tendencies.

Despite their differences, the three of them are almost always of the same mind, especially when it comes to you. You had been surprised that Aleksander had shown any interest in you when you first met. The fact that his brothers were also enamored by you was even more of a surprise. Whilst their features are nearly identical, their mannerisms and appearances make it easy to tell them all apart.

They might all be the same height, but Aleksander seems the tallest. Perhaps because he’s the oldest. He’s the mature brother, solid and dependable. Serious, but he has the natural ease of someone who has lived through centuries. Aleksander has the confidence of someone who knows himself.

Billy holds himself straight, like a soldier, but his muscles are lean and poised, making him look the most agile of the three. His hair is always slicked back, not a strand out of place. Out of all of them, Billy is the one who puts the most thought into his appearance. Every cautionary tale that warns you about the seduction of vampires is proven right by Billy Russo.

Logan appears the most relaxed. Hair always ruffled, and clothing askew, he’s lively and up for absolutely anything. Whilst his cocky attitude might have some people believing the worst of him, Logan is still getting a grasp on the events of the last century or so. He’s eager for everything his new life can give him.

Aleksander narrows his eyes slightly as Logan takes a drink of whatever liquid sits in the crystal glass in his hand. By the scent alone, Aleksander will have identified whatever expensive vintage the younger vampire has brought up from the cellar. Even with his new taste for blood, it appears Logan hasn’t loss his love of alcohol.

“Pretty dress, darlin.” Billy says lowly as he stands up from the armchair next to the fireplace. The firelight flickers over his features as he buttons up the front of his suit jacket. The three of them fix their attention on you, no doubt imagining how your dress will be in tatters before long. Your thighs shift against one another and Billy smirks.

Logan hums his approval as his face dips down into the general vicinity of your throat, inhaling deeply.

“And you smell fucking delicious, sweet thing.”

Billy’s smirk darkens as he remarks teasingly,

“Hope you’ve been taking all your vitamins lately, gotta keep that sweet blood healthy and all.” Aleksander’s arm curls firmly around your waist, pulling you back against his chest.

“Of course she has. Moya milaya is as good a girl as they come.”

Logan grins, taking another drink before he responds,

“Don’t we know it.”

Blood flushes to your cheeks, and the two of them shift slightly. You can see Billy’s shoulders lifting as he inhales the scent of your blush, and Logan grips tightly onto his glass. Aleksander smiles as he nuzzles his face against your cheek, and you can feel his pride at you being able to pull such a reaction from them both.

“Now if you’ll excuse us, gentlemen. We have a table to set.” Both of their eyes darken at the prospect of dinner, and you suppress the urge to bite your lip. Billy catches your gaze, and the corner of his mouth lifts,

“See you soon, darlin.”

-

Aleksander very rarely uses the dining hall. During mealtimes the two of you prefer to use whatever small table you can find in whichever room you are in at the time. There is a countless number to choose from, as Aleksander’s mansion verges into castle status in your opinion.

A crisp white tablecloth has been thrown over the length of the long narrow table, covering the dark wood beneath it. It’s only once you reach the end of the table that you let go of Aleksander’s hand and sit down on the edge of the fabric clad wood.

Aleksander steps to one side of the room, opening the drawer of a cabinet and pulling out a bundle of thick black ribbon. Once he returns to you, he stands between your parted legs, the ribbon discarded onto the table in favour of cupping your face in his hands.

“You’re certain about this?” He asks in a low voice, and you nod.

“We’ve done this before.” You remind him.

Last year had been the first time the three brothers had shared you, and you were excited to do it again despite the tingle of nerves in your stomach. He nods faintly as he brushes his nose over your cheek.

“Regardless. If you want to stop, at any point, you need only say the word. None of us wish to force you into anything.”

“I know.” You assure him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I’d tell you to stop, I promise.”

At the sound of your promise, he pulls back and warmth floods down your body at the sight of him towering over you. The ribbon curls elegantly around his fingers as he surveys your reaction.

“Just like we practiced?” He prompts, and you nod eagerly.

With a gentle nudge, Aleksander guides you into lying down with your back flush against the table.

He wraps the ribbon around your calf, before bending your knee to fold your leg up. He allows a little slack as he ties it to your thigh, the dark fabric feeling both soft and firm at the same time. He loops another piece around your folded limb, tightening it, before he reaches down to the table leg and ties the end of the ribbon to the furniture.

He does the same to your other leg. With his heightened sense of smell, Aleksander is constantly aware of your blood flow, and ensures that none of his bindings restrict your circulation in any way. This wasn’t the first time you had been tied up by him, but you hadn’t been tied up the previous time you spent the night with the three vampire brothers. You had got the idea from an illustration in a book you had found in Aleksander’s study, detailing the ritual feeding of a coven.

Once both of your legs are bound, your heels planted on the tablecloth, with legs folded and spread open, you attempt to test the ribbon. Aleksander’s knots are always perfect, and you fail to do anything other than shift your hips slightly. You can't close your legs, the only movement you're allowed is to stretch them even further open.

“Comfortable?” You hum and nod. “Good girl.” He praises, pressing a kiss to your thigh which has you squirming against the hold of the ribbon. “Arms as well?”

His eyes darken at the sight of you, a pretty eager thing, half bound already, offering your wrists up to him. He can smell the blood pounding under your skin, and he leans forward to press his lips against the pulse point in each of your wrists. The scent of your arousal thickens in the air, and he growls lowly.

“So beautiful.” He whispers, wrapping more ribbon around your wrist and tying the end down to another table leg.

His eyes meet yours, and the monster howls inside him at the demure look in your eyes as you wait for him to corrupt you. Aleksander kisses you hungrily, his mouth hot and wet as he plunges his tongue between your lips. With your free hand you grasp onto a fistful of his hair, urging him closer, and relishing in the final movement you will be allowed for tonight.

His fingers curl firmly around your wrist, as his teeth graze over your lower lip in warning. You shiver as his hold tightens on you. The look you give him is so adoring he almost wonders if his control had somehow slipped, compelling you into loving him so much even with his fingers digging into your soft skin.

Aleksander presses a tender kiss to your wrist, and binds it in the same manner as the other before tying it down to another table leg.

Arms and legs spread wide, the skirt of your dress has ridden up, revealing your lack of underwear. You had picked out a pretty flowing dress of a very light pink with a short skirt that almost looked like a night dress. Not usually your style but the thought of looking so innocent while these vampires debauched you was far too appealing.

Aleksander kisses you again, deeply, and you can do nothing but accept his kiss with your entire body bound and helpless to resist him.

When he pulls away his eyes are alive with delight as he watches your chest heave in an attempt to gain back the air he had stolen from you. He steps away to pull at one of the bell strings, the one that will ring in the parlour where Billy and Logan are waiting.

Anticipation tingles over your skin, and the heat of your bare pussy burns, slick with need.

The door opens, and the two brothers pause as they enter. You can lift your head up to see them, but it puts a strain on your neck. Billy smirks darkly once he sees you, and Logan’s face breaks into a delighted grin.

“Youngest goes first.” He states eagerly and Billy turns to him with an offended frown.

“Since when?”

“Since always.”

Billy looks as if he’s about to argue, until Aleksander’s voice cuts between them both decidedly with a pointed reminder.

“We have all night.”

Aleksander pulls a chair out and sits down, resting his forearms on the table beside your head. He brushes a stray hair from your face tenderly, and your eyes flutter closed.

Billy selects a sharp, thin knife from the assortment of cutlery at the side of the room, before he sits down on your right-hand side, directly opposite Aleksander. Which leaves the head of the table for Logan, and he grins as he takes the seat that gives a perfect view of the mess between your thighs.

The three vampires exchange several looks between themselves, and you can't read any of their expressions, even as they appear to come to some sort of decision. Aleksander takes hold of your chin, his mouth meeting yours as you hear Billy and Logan moving. A pair of hands grasp at your hips as Logan leans over you, and Billy tugs on your clothed nipples. You whine into Aleksander's mouth as the onslaught of sensations threaten to consume you.

There's a tearing sound and your skin tingles with a burning warmth. Then the chill of the air meets your flushed skin, and you realise your dress has been torn completely from your body. There's a dark glint in Aleksander's eyes and the corner of his mouth quirks lightly as he releases your chin.

Cold metal brushes over your rib cage, and you turn to look at Billy with wide eyes.

Aleksander's rules had been created for your own safety, and to curb his protective nature. Only Aleksander was allowed to bite you. The other two could drink from you through less intimate means, such as sucking from shallow cuts. Aleksander was the only one allowed to kiss your lips or touch your neck. Aside from those areas, your body is theirs to enjoy.

You nod when Billy raises a questioning brow at you, and his smirk widens as he presses the knife against your skin. Pain blooms from the cut, in the form of a sharp sting that has you inhaling sharply. At that moment, Logan leans forward and licks a harsh stripe over your pussy. The edge of his tongue catches over your clit, and you cry out as Billy sucks at the blood blooming from your side. All the while, Aleksander watches you succumb to pleasure, occasionally gifting you soft kisses of encouragement.

Out of the three of them, Logan's facial hair is the longest, and it scraps against your skin as he mouths at your pussy. With Aleksander's expert binding, you can do nothing but sink into whatever pleasure he can grant you.

Billy removes his lips from your skin, allowing blood to trail from the cut. He smooths his hand over your side, and you breathe out a startled sigh at the jolt of pain. Then he's grasping at your breasts, his fingers sticky and red with your blood. You moan loudly, your heart pounding wildly in your chest as Logan curls his tongue, pushing it inside you to lap at your wetness.

Aleksander nuzzles his nose against your neck, pressing a kiss to the spot underneath your ear that has you shuddering. Your hands curl into fists, nails biting into your palms.

“I know you're close, milaya. Let go for us.” He murmurs. Tilting your head back, you hit your climax hard, spilling onto Logan's tongue with a cry. He continues to lap at the mess between your thighs, moving further away from your clit as you whine at the sensitivity.

Aleksander seizes a fistful of your hair, and you tip your head aside, bearing the length your neck to him. He mouths a series of kisses over your skin.

When Logan lifts his head up, you can see the smirk on his face, the lower half shimmering wet with your slick.

“Wanna switch?” Billy asks his brother, to which Logan shrugs with an easy grin,

“Sure.”

They swap places, and soon Billy's dark eyes are staring down at you from between your legs. Logan's lips are still sticky from your pussy as he presses a line of kisses from the cut on your side up to your breasts. Billy spends a moment tracing the handle of the knife through your soaked folds. You gasp at the sting of cold metal against your hot pussy. He spins the knife expertly in his hand, and you clench around nothing at his casual display of control.

He pushes the blade against your thigh, creating a small nick for him to drink from, before he hands the knife to Logan. Your stomach flips at the seamless way they communicate with one another - without any words.

You barely feel any pain from your thigh, and shudder at the sight of a dark red rivulet trailing its way down your skin. Billy laps it up quickly, his tongue scraping over your thigh as he pushes a finger inside you. A broken moan falls from your lips, and all three of them share an eager smile. He holds his finger still inside you, allowing you some respite as Logan slides the knife along the underside of your breast.

Aleksander takes the knife as Logan's mouth laves at the cut, ensuring that no one will accidentally get stabbed as things progress. His hand still in your hair, he presses a kiss to your forehead as Billy begins to thrust his finger inside you. It isn't long before another finger joins it, and you're crying out pleas as his fingers curl against the spot that has you staring wide eyed down at the two of them.

Logan's teeth nip lightly at your nipples, and you groan as you try to squirm against the restraints.

He's the first one of them to undo his trousers, his mouth still on you as he shoves his boxers down and fists his cock. Billy smirks against your skin, you know he's too prideful to be the first one to cave and touch himself. Logan is too hedonistic to care about such things, too busy enjoying your body to realise he has just lost some imaginary contest.

When Billy's head moves from the spot on your thigh, dropping down to lick at your swollen clit, you attempt to buck your hips with little success.

“Milaya, look at me.”

Your eyes lift from watching Billy as his tongue flicks against your clit, and you soon find Aleksander’s darkened eyes. Due to his age, Aleksander’s compulsion is the strongest out of the three of them and you can already feel your mind softening as his eyes lock onto yours.

He hums in approval, the sound rumbling deep in his chest, and your eyes flutter closed for a moment. Aleksander holds your chin between his fingers, keeping your eyes on his.

“Good girl.” He praises you as your eyes fight to remain open, the familiar tingling pleasure sweeping through you.

Aleksander’s compulsion always has the enticing pull of pure safety, inviting you to lose yourself in his eyes. Your mind grows fuzzy, focusing only on each and every sensation. The restriction of your bindings, two sets of hands and tongues on you. The only thing more deadly than his eyes is his voice.

“Such a beautiful sight.” He murmurs gently in your ear, as Logan continues to mouth at your breasts and Billy sucks hard on your clit. “Are you going to let me drink from you, milaya?”

“Yes.” You breathe out instantly and he chuckles.

“Yes? You want me to take that sweet blood of yours?” You can feel his lips move as he speaks directly against your throat. “Right here from your pretty throat? Where it’s the strongest for me, and the most painful for you?”

“Yes, oh yes please.”

You can feel Logan smirk as he sucks on your nipple, his mouth stained red with your blood, his lips still flushed pink with the warmth of your pussy. Billy breathes out a sharp laugh as he shoves his own trousers down and begins to stroke his cock.

“Looks like your girl’s brain is leaking out of her cunt, Aleks.” Billy remarks with a low groan.

Aleksander smiles darkly as he tugs on your hair. He cups the back of your neck, his thumb hooking lying under your chin, the pad of his digit pressing against your cheek to keep you facing away from him, giving him full access to your throat.

He spends a long moment breathing in your scent, listening to the pounding of your heart, your pulse thundering around your body as pleasure has you climbing higher, towards your second climax.

His nose traces over your artery and your heart skips a beat, your body's natural response to a predator. But you're not afraid of Aleksander. You know what he's waiting for, and you're more than willing to give it to him. It's the faintest of whispers, but he hears your words, a plea from the depths of your soul.

“Ruin me.”

He sinks his fangs into your neck with a growl, sharp canines tearing your skin open, ripping blood fresh from your veins, and your scream echoes through the dining hall. His hold on you remains tight, and the other two vampires hurry to place their mouths against one of the open wounds on your body, eager to taste the pleasure that is about to flood through your system.

Billy curls his fingers hard inside you, and Logan grips onto your breast tightly. Eyes squeezed shut, you groan as Aleksander drinks down mouthfuls of your blood. You can almost feel it as it slides down his throat. A part of you becoming a part of him. As if your blood was made for him to consume, as if every one of your heartbeats is for him.

The ache loosens and you let out a pleasured gasp as the cloying sweetness of Aleksander's venom numbs your pain. Under the hazy fog of pleasure, you're aware of someone groaning in the distance. But then you're tipping over edge, clenching hard around Billy's fingers, whimpering with every slippery rub of his thumb against your clit.

He allows you a few seconds to ride out your high before he pulls his fingers out to stroke your twitching pussy in distracted circles. Logan presses lazy kisses over your heaving chest, as euphoria sparkles throughout your body, and you sigh and moan with each wave of bliss.

Aleksander retracts his fangs carefully, lapping at the small puncture wounds left on your throat. With his tongue pressed against them, the wounds stop bleeding quickly, allowing him to kiss your neck and murmur praises as you relish in your high. A singular tear falls from your cheek as the pleasure sinks into your body.

“Sasha.” You whine, and Aleksander snaps his fingers. Instantly, the other two pull themselves from your body.

“It’s alright milaya. I’m here.” A soft sigh leaves your lips, and your eyes flutter closed as he strokes your face affectionately.

At the sound of a low hiss, you look down at the end of the table where Billy sits, his head thrown back as he spills over his hand. Glancing over at Logan, you see him slumped in his own chair, sweeping his sweat-soaked hair from his forehead. Based on the mess over his crumpled trousers, the groan you heard earlier must have been Logan climaxing.

Aleksander reaches for the knife and begins to cut the ribbon from your body. With each limb freed, you slump to the table in a boneless heap, your eyes closing as you sink into a blissful sleep.

-

You come to when you’re in the bath, warm water cradling your aching body, rinsing away the mess of the evening. Blood mixes with fragrant soapy water, Aleksander must have already cleaned you, and soon you’re sitting in liquid the same colour as your tattered dress which now lies on the floor of the dining hall.

Aleksander holds a teacup to your lips, and you drink eagerly from the delicate porcelain. The tea slides down your throat quickly, soothing the hoarseness borne from your screams. There’s a sharpness in the flavour, something almost unnoticeable. Three drops of Aleksander’s blood, to help your wounds heal and to prolong your blissful state. When the cup is empty Aleksander pulls it away, and you whine, your body aching for more, longing for enough of his blood to turn you right now.

Billy and Logan will be cleaning themselves up in their own rooms before the four of you reconvene in the parlour for the evening, giving the brothers a chance to catch up with one another whilst you sit peacefully in Aleksander's lap until you eventually doze off.

But in this quiet moment you’re solely Aleksander’s. The other two have taken all they are allowed of you, and as much as he enjoys sharing you with his brothers once a year, you’ll always be his. After all, once he’s sure you’re ready, Aleksander will be your sire, ridding you of your mortality and ensuring that you stay just as you are now. Young, beautiful, and happy.

He leans over, kissing your lips softly. Grasping onto the front of his shirt, you attempt to slide your hand down his chest. He breathes out a small laugh, his head tilting aside playfully.

“Now what do you think you're doing, milaya?”

“You didn't finish.”

Confusion sparks in his eyes and his brows furrow as he ponders your words. Then he realises what you're talking about. His brothers had been more than content to fuck their fists to the sight of you, Aleksander hadn't. The only way he would find release would be buried in your pussy, and he wouldn't do that with anyone watching. Besides, you were exhausted. His fingers curl gently around your wrist, and he guides your hand back into the water.

“I can wait.” He assures you. You don't seem convinced, and he leans closer to nuzzle his face against your cheek. “How does waking up tomorrow morning with my cock inside you sound?”

You blink hurriedly, eyes glazing over, words sounding small and slurred slightly as you respond,

“It sounds good, Sasha.” He presses a kiss to your cheek.

“Good girl. You've made me very proud today.” Your cheeks are already flushed from the warmth of the bath, but they prickle with additional heat at the sound of Aleksander's praise.

“Thank you, Sasha.” You say, watching the bubbles slowly dissolve into the bath water. He smiles widely and stands, fetching a soft fluffy towel for you before he holds out his hand to help you out of the tub.

“Now, let's not keep our guests waiting.”

-

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Fic Rec List (Part 2)

My first rec list was strictly Billy Russo x Reader fics, but this one covers The Darkling (Shadow and Bone), Logan Delos (Westworld), and Caspian (The Chronicles of Narnia). There are only a few of each so I didn’t see much point putting them in their own separate lists.

Anyways, on with the fic recs!

The Darkling

Dusk Till Dawn by FluffyUnicorn666

Author’s summary: Your relationship with General Kirigan only exists after the sun goes down and you begin to wonder whether he loves you beyond the night calls. Before you can find out Kirigan’s true feelings, you’re tied up and thrown into the back of a van.

Rec notes: This is my go-to Darkling comfort fic. I don’t even care about the anachronisms. When I first got into Darkling x reader fics, there was a particular type I was after, and this was it. Non-Grisha reader - check. Angsty uncertainty about Aleksander’s feelings - check. Reader is put in danger/goes through traumatic experience - check. Aleksander going full Darkling when rescuing her - double check. And finally, a soft resolution where feelings are openly admitted and all misunderstandings are brought to rest - check and check.

Nyctophobia by ohthislove

Author’s summary: General Kirigan saves you after the Second Army raids your village in Fjerda, but he wants something from you in return.

Rec notes: Dark!fic isn’t normally my thing, but this one is an interesting role reversal, with the Grisha being the malevolent raiders and the Fjerdans sympathetic victims. This fic does come with a great big warning, though. It is definitely not for everyone, so please pay attention to the tags, specifically the “Rape/Non-Con” one. This is not a happy fic and there is no love between Kirigan and the reader.

Where Your Heart Is by Clairecrive

Summary: The reader is fed up with slowly losing Aleksander to Alina and decides to leave. Aleksander will have to stop her before it’s too late and he loses the one he really loves.

Rec notes: You can’t go wrong with a bit of angst, and the Alina “love triangle” provides perfect ammunition for it. This fic is definitely one of my more favoured of the “Reader is jealous of Alina” storylines.

Logan Delos

Delos and Austen by marvelmusing

Author’s summary: Logan Delos is the CEO of Westworld. You are the co-head of Narrative, and have been friends with Logan for nearly two years.

Rec notes: Logan can be such a fun character, and this fic demonstrates that well (though the last fic in the series is more serious). The writer does a great job of giving us the nicer side to Logan’s character while still keeping him a little bit of an asshole, which I appreciate. And I love the “Austen” nickname.

P.S. The link for this one is for marvelmusing’s Logan Masterlist, as it was easier just to link to the one page. I also recommend reading the other fic on it.

Just a Kiss by banditthewriter

Summary: After a shitty breakup, the reader confides in Logan that one of the things her ex said when he broke up with her was that she was a bad kisser. Logan offers himself as a test subject to disprove the accusation.

Rec notes: This one is a good mix of light angst and light smut. Throw in a healthy dose of friends-to-lovers, and you’ve got yourself a highly enjoyable fic.

Knee-Jerk Reaction by banditthewriter

Author’s summary: Logan reacts to finding out the reader loves him. Let me rephrase that: Logan reacts poorly to finding out the reader loves him.

Rec notes: I like this one because it starts post-confession and deals with the fall-out and processing of feelings. It’s a refreshing change from the common (though no less appealing) “love confession is immediately accepted and reciprocated” plot. Plus there’s a nice moment of jealous!logan to enjoy.

Logan Delos’s Soulmate by banditthewriter

Summary: Soulmate AU where you meet your soulmate in your dreams.

Rec notes: I love Soulmate AUs! There are so many different types, which means you get a bit of variety within the trope. If you are looking for tooth-rotting fluff, however, this is not that kind of soulmate au. This fic is surprisingly emotional, with a high focus on Logan’s drug addiction and self-worth issues. But don’t despair! There is a happy ending.

Caspian

Like It Once Was by banditthewriter

Summary: Modern AU. After Prince Caspian’s year long absence, the reader is informed that he no longer wants the throne, as it will prevent him from marrying a woman of non-royal heritage. This makes life difficult for the reader, as not only is it her job to manage such announcements, but she and Caspian had also been developing a relationship before he had left for military duty.

Rec notes: Ah, the good old “misunderstandings leading to unnecessary angst” trope. Love it! This is only a one-shot, which means that the angst is just the right length to stop it getting repetitive, and the flashbacks are spaced out well (I think there are only two) so they break the angst with a bit of fluff. All in all, a great read. For anyone who only has surface knowledge of the Narnia series (like me), this fic does feature the Pevensies, but it’s a modern AU, so knowledge of their stories is not needed to enjoy it.

Make Your Choice by banditthewriter

Author’s summary: When the reader was just a baby, she was promised to Prince Caspian of Telmar. Her and two other girls that is. Once the prince because King of Narnia, the women promised to Caspian are brought to Cair Paravel to see which will become Queen of Narnia. Can she make the king fall in love with her?

Rec notes: A lovely written fic that manages to fit into the arranged marriage trope while skirting the definition of “arranged” when it comes to the actual marriage (the characters fall in love and the marriage proposal is made from love… so willingly arranged marriage, maybe?). It’s a good fic if you want to read something lengthy and plotty that still has high focus on the romance aspect.

A Recipe For Love by padfootagain

Author’s summary: Your life was quiet, working in the Royal Kitchens and craving for a chance to become a cook. But your whole world changes when your eyes meet the King’s gaze…

Rec notes: Who doesn’t love a king/commoner love story? I particularly like this one because it is the reader who makes the big gesture at the fic’s climax, rather than the canon character. Usually it’s the other way around, so this was refreshing to read. Other highlights include Caspian looking after the reader when they are sick, and him meeting their parents (who don’t believe he’s the king).

Visiting Princesses by pillow-titties

Author’s summary: A banquet held to welcome visiting princess vying for King Caspian's hand has your jealousy reach its peak and brings hidden feelings to light.

Rec notes: A classic friends-to-lovers story with a heavy dose of smut. Seriously, this one is something like 80% smut and I am far from complaining.

What You Deserve by banditthewriter

Summary: Cornered into choosing a suitor, the reader thinks her best choice is a man who treats her with far less respect than she deserves. But a voyage on the Dawn Treader proves that she may have another option.

Rec notes: This one features the Pevensies, but Caspian is a king, so I’m guessing that means it is set between Prince Caspian and Voyage of the Dawn Treader? But if you haven’t seen the movies or read the books, as I haven’t, it doesn’t really matter. It is still an enjoyable fic with a very satisfying ending.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Logan!"

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

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

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

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

"I told you to stay silent, love."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, sir, so needy. Please?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Did you say something, love?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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"The final girl" NSFW coming soon!!!

Logan Delos x Reader

"There was no escape, Logan's weight pinning you like a butterfly to the counter, the edge digging painfully against your hipbone. He chuckle at your pathetic attempt at dislodging him, getting off on how easy it was to overpower you. His thigh pressed down harder between yours.

"I wanna do horrible, horrible things to you, sunshine...""

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Glitch

Pairing: Logan Delos x F!Reader

Rating: NSFW 18+ 

Warnings: (there are a lot) me barley knowing a thing about Westworld or how it works, Westworld typical violence, robbery, Logan comes with his own warning, reader is a bit of a could care less badass, use of a gun, people being k worded, the use of the nickname Princess, (y/n) being used a few times, consumption of alcohol, Logan’s filthy mouth, slight angst, smutty good times, saliva being used as lube, p in v sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, slight dom/sub undertones, mentions of drug use briefly, little bit of fluff, reader’s dad is an asshole…I think that’s it

Word Count: 3.8k

Author’s Notes: Well it’s been a minute but here is another fic I have had written but never posted. This was another Midnights fic and the second I heard this song Logan was the first person to come to mind. This was so fun to write and I hope to write more for this guy in the future. Massive thanks to my editor @clint-aww-no-barton​ and to all of you for the love. I hope you enjoy this! I am going to be using the last taglist on a Ben fic I have. If you want to be added to future fics or removed please let me know!

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We were supposed to be just friends

You don't live in my part of town but maybe l'll see you out some weekend

Depending on what kind of mood and situation-ship l'm in

And what's in my system

  The sun’s rays held a brutal heat. The only shade, was what little, the wagon gave you as you rode. The town you had just left was growing smaller and smaller and your plan was starting to come together. You grinned to yourself, feeling that adrenaline building in your stomach that you loved so much.

  Westworld had become a place for you to let loose. Your father was an investor and you were always the good little girl, who did everything she was told. Not here. Here you were ruthless and didn’t give a fuck. There wasn’t a single person who would report back to your father, and it was the most peace you’d felt in your life. As twisted as that was.

  The wagon came to a jolting stop and your eyebrows knit together. You glanced around the side and noticed four people, guns in hands, a robbery. Not on your watch. You turned, moving the bandana around your neck over your mouth to hide what little of your face that your hat didn’t cover. You held back as the confrontation unfolded, and then you noticed him. Dramatically dressed in all black and clearly the leader of his little pack, a gun held tight in his hand. You smirked. This was going to be too much fun. You jumped off the wagon and rounded it, coming to the end of the barrel of his gun.

  “Now what’s this?” He spoke, and confirmed just who was standing in front of you.

  “This here is my wagon, and I’ll be damned if I let some fucker like you take it from me,” you leaned on the wagon, a smirk hidden.

  “Call me a fucker one more time,” he spoke through gritted teeth, his face also mostly covered.

  Not those wild brown eyes though. You let out a laugh as he came closer to you the gun almost to your forehead.

  “Oh you’re fucker alright, but you won’t shoot me Delos,” you pulled your bandana down, revealing your face, a smirk on your lips.

  “Well I’ll be damned. You’re the last person I thought I’d ever see here.”

  “Surprise,” you laughed. “Help me get rid of these guys? I’ll let you have half. I’ve got a guy in the next town who needs some of this. We trade for a roof over my head while I’m there.”

  “You got yourself a deal.”

  Logan Delos stuck his hand out and you shook it, smirking up at him. Logan was the main investor in Westworld, and pretty much ruled the entire thing. He was set to take it over eventually which was just fine. He’d become sort of a friend over the years, your fathers having worked together on other projects. Logan knew your other side, way better than he knew the ruthless woman that stood in front of him, and it excited you even more to show him.

  Logan backed up with a smirk and a wink thrown your way, and the fight was on. Gunshots rang out all around you, and you pulled your own pistol from its holster on your thigh, taking two of the guys down. One of the guys in Logan’s posse was down, but you knew all too well he would be fine.

  “(Y/N) you can ride up with me on the wagon. William and Dolores get him up and go get the horses. You can follow.”

  They almost argued, then their eyes glanced around and they thought better of it. Smart people. You knew the man sitting next to you was dangerous and wild. Most people didn’t know to get out of his way, but you did. You knew Logan would never lay a finger on you, no matter what, and that brought you comfort.

  “What in the world are you doing here?” He spoke after you set off again.

  “Oh just experiencing,” you smirked looking at him.

  “I know there’s more than that.”

  “I come here to let loose. I get so sick of being the good girl. So I come here, where I know no one will report back to my parents. I let it all out here.”

  “I never knew you had it in you,” Logan smirked. “I like it. Plus what happens in Westworld stays in Westworld.”

  “I like that philosophy,” you smirked as you looked at him, catching his eyes.

  “We’re going to have so much fun here, Princess.”

  You both smirked, before Logan snapped the reins and the horses moved forward quicker.

****

I think there's been a glitch, ah-yeah

Five seconds later I'm fastening myself to you with a stitch, ah-yeah And I'm not even sorry

Nights are so starry

Blood moonlit

It must be counterfeit

I think there's been a glitch, ah-yeah

  The sun was almost down when you made it into the town you always settled in. It was small and usually not a lot of trouble made its way through. Logan climbed off the wagon and came around, holding his hand out for you. You took it with a smile before heading into the saloon.

  “(Y/N)!” The bar keep and owner called, as you walked in, the eyes of every person inside turning to you.

  “Henry how are you?”

  “Doin good. Did you get it?”

  “Now that’s a silly question, of course I got it. It’s out here in the wagon.”

  “Damn you’re good. I’ll come take a look with you and bring some guys I trust to unload it.”

  You gave him a nod, a proud smile plastered on your face. He walked out with Logan and yourself, checking everything. Him and Logan talked through the split and soon everything was unloaded and the wagon was hidden in a safe place.

  “My room available?” You leaned over the bar.

  “Of course it is and there is another one for your partner.” Henry nodded toward Logan, and the others he had been traveling with.

  They had settled at a table all drinking. Logan was already up, being social and you watched as he flirted with a table of other guest. You scowled to yourself, trying not to let it get to you. You were crazy to ever think Logan would look at you as more than friends. You may have dreamed of it for years, but you knew better. He didn’t go for girls like you and you knew that. The small hope that things could be different here, evaporated with the sight in front of you.

  “Thanks Henry.” You gave him a soft smile and he frowned at your change of mood.

  “You got it.”

  Henry had helped you the first time you came to Westworld, and got yourself into some trouble. He’d patched you up and been kind. He was a host, but he was the only one you didn’t mind and would do anything you could for. You gave him a nod and walked over to the table, throwing the other key down.

  “I got y’all a room. Stay if you want.”

  Your words curt, before turning and heading upstairs to the rooms. You glanced over at Logan, who leaned on a table smirking away. His eyes glanced up and you caught them for a brief moment, before you turned away and took the stairs. You walked to the last room on the right. which had become a familiar safe place here. You unlocked the door and walked inside, feeling yourself slightly relax for the first time all day. You hadn’t gotten far inside, when there was a knock at your door. You let out a sigh before turning to open it. There was Logan, leaning on the doorframe looking devastating.

  “What do you want?” You didn’t mean for the words to come out snappy, but they did.

  “I was coming to check on you. You looked pissed when you came up here.”

  “I’m fine,” you turned leaving the door open giving him the option to stay or go.

  “You’re also a terrible liar Princess,” there was that damn nickname he loved to use on you.

  You turned to him and looked him up and down, before catching his eyes. His tongue darted out wetting his lips slowly. His own eyes raked over your body and you might as well have been naked.

  “You jealous I was flirting with them folks downstairs?” He cocked his head, before stepping slowly into the room.

  “No,” your eyes darted away and you wanted to kick yourself.

  You watched as he kicked the door shut slightly too hard making you jump. Again you wanted to mentally kick yourself.

  “Now Princess, you know there’s not a single person in this damn place I would rather sleep with than you.”

  You stood in pure shock for a few moments, a smirk growing on Logan’s face.

  “I’m sorry did a host take you over? Is this place glitching? Never in a million years did I think you would ever even think about sleeping with me.”

  “No glitch Princess, just the honest truth.”

  He stepped forward and you stepped back until you were against the wall across from the door, past the foot of the bed. His hand came up and he took your chin firmly but still gentle.

  “I’ve wanted to devour you ever since we met, and being here makes it so much worse. I’m about to make you scream so loud this entire town will fucking hear you.”

  You couldn’t speak, you could barley breathe anymore. You looked up in his eyes panting, trying desperately to collect yourself.

  “Then do it,” you didn’t even care that the words came out low and broken.

  Your usual confidence was gone, and you were at the mercy of the man in front of you. He smirked before he crashed his lips to yours. It was hungry, passionate, wanting, everything faded away and nothing else mattered other than what he was doing to you in this very moment. He reached to undo the top you had been wearing. You had opted for easier to move in clothes, instead of the usual dress you wore when you came to Westworld. He had it off in seconds, leaving your chest bare. He had only moved his lips from yours long enough to discard it, and then he was back. His hands came up, cupping your breasts, and you let out a gasp your lips falling from his. You panted and looked down, watching as he kneaded at your breasts before pulling your nipples between his fingers. You let out a yelp.

  “Fuck can we just skip the fucking foreplay please,” you begged him, going for his jacket and shirt, shoving them to the floor.

  “Oh it would be my pleasure. We have time for that later,” Logan agreed with a chuckle.

  The next few moments were nothing but a mess of clothes hitting the floor, and then he had you down on the bed your legs hanging off. He pushed your legs apart and you let out a giggle you couldn’t help. The sight in front of you was unreal, and you thought you would wake up at any second. He leaned forward and spit on your pussy, making you gasp and then smirk. Then he was entering you to the hilt. You threw your head back as your hands fisted at the sheets.

  “Oh fuck!” You moaned loudly.

  “Fuck you feel so good,” Logan panted out.

  He started to move slowly at first, getting you used to the wonderful stretch he was causing you, and then he began snapping his hips harder and faster. You fell into complete bliss. A man had never made you feel this incredible, and you never wanted it to end. Logan reached down, his hand coming to the back of your neck and his fingers fisted in your hair. He jerked you up, pulling a yelp from you, but you were met with him bending closer so your foreheads pressed together. Your eyes locked with his as he fucked you into oblivion. He picked up on his speed which you didn’t know was possible.

  “Fuck Logan!” You all but screamed.

  “That’s it Princess. Let them all know,” he laughed as he reached down with his other hand and started to rub at your clit rapidly.

  Your legs started to shake and you snapped, cumming so hard it made you dizzy. You screamed as your head went back, making Logan lose his grip on you slightly. Your pussy grasped his cock like a vice and soon he was cumming deep inside of you, letting out his own groans and curses.

  “Holy shit,” you panted after you came down from your high.

  “That was incredible. I can’t believe I waited that long to do that,” Logan smirked as he pulled from you.

  The both of you winced slightly at the loss of each other. You lay there for a few more moments, until you thought your legs could carry you, and you walked into the bathroom. You cleaned yourself up quickly, before returning finding Logan already under the covers in bed. You smirked and shook your head at him.

  “I can’t believe you waited that long either. I’m still shocked it happened,” you slid into bed next to him, and he pulled you to his chest.

  You turned on your stomach so you could look up at him, and idly let your fingers brush at his chest.

  “Why are you so shocked I wanted to sleep with you?” Logan asked as he propped his head on his other arm.

  “I didn’t think I was your type. I’ve seen the women you’ve been with before. I’m nothing like them.”

  “You’re not,” he paused and your eyebrows knitted together. “You are so much better. You’re actually good for me (Y/N).”

  “I don’t know about that,” you scoffed softly.

  “I do. You’re the only woman I want a clear head with when I’m around you.”

  You looked at him in shook and awe. Logan had been doing drugs and drinking for as long as you knew him, which was heartbreaking to you. You enjoyed your drink every now and then, but you tended to stay away from drugs.

  “Does this,” you motioned between the two of you. “Fall under the philosophy?”

  “The, what happens in Westworld stays in Westworld one?” Logan questioned.

  You simply nodded your head. Your stomach was in knots with the slight hope this could continue outside of this.

  “No it doesn’t. When we go back I’d like to take you on a real date, if you’ll have me?”

  “I would love that Logan,” you smiled almost too brightly at the idea.

  He leaned down and kissed you more gently than the time before.

  “Now let’s rest so we can cause more hell together tomorrow.”

  “They are going to end up calling us Bonnie and Clyde,” you let out a laugh.

  “That’s perfectly alright with me Princess.”

  “Me too.”

  You smirked up at each other. You settled your head back down to his chest and soon you were fast asleep.

*one week later*

I was supposed to sweat you out

In search of glorious happenings of happenstance on someone else's playground

But it's been 2,190 days of our love blackout

(Our love is blacking out)

The system's breaking down (The system's breaking down)

  A week of pure bliss passed you by with barley any acknowledgment. Logan and yourself had spent the week fucking each other’s brains out, and being outlaws. You had killed together and laughed afterwards. You had stolen from multiple people and rode off into sunsets without a single care. It had been the best week of your life. Now, unfortunately, you were separated but all for the cause.

  Henry had asked for another delivery of explosives, and now you sat high on a cliff on your horse, staking out the path the wagon would take. After your robbery of the first shipment a week ago they had gotten smart and decided to take, what they thought was, a hidden path. Little did they know you knew about it, having taken it yourself before. Logan was somewhere across the desert doing some scouting of his own. You would meet back in the morning and form a plan to get the shipment.

  “Let’s go girl,” you knocked your feet gently against your horse and turned her.

  The sun was starting to set and you needed to get back into town before it completely left the sky. Logan had decided he would spend the night out and you knew he would be fine. He was smart and you swore he knew this place better than you did. You rode in content, not being met with another soul. It was rides like this that made you love this place even more. The action and the letting go was fun, but the silence that sometimes came with the desert was incredible.

You rode back into town, sliding off your horse in front of the saloon. You walked her around back and tied her to the small barn Henry had. You gave her some extra pets and then made your way through the back door. The saloon wasn’t as crowded as it normally was, which was a little odd to you but you didn’t think much of it. You walked up to the bar sliding into a seat.

  “Just give me a water. I ran out halfway back,” you gave Henry a smile.

  “Do you think you can get it?”

  “Such little faith in me. Of course I can get it. It will be all about trapping them within that back pathway they think no one knows about. Then we’ll be golden. Plus I’ll have some extra firepower on my side this time.”

  Henry gave you an excited smile. You chuckled before taking a decent gulp of your water and turning in your stool. You watched the other people bustle about the bar, music coming from the man playing the piano in the corner. You smiled once again to yourself. The only thing that could make this night perfect was if Logan was next to you. Then you heard it. The thunder of a galloping horse coming into town. You turned and looked at Henry who shrugged his shoulders.

  “Be ready. That doesn’t sound friendly.”

  You felt a chill go up your spine and prickle the hairs on the back of your neck. Something was about to go down and you didn’t know what, but it was putting you on edge. The horse stopped in front of the bar, everyone else watched the door closely but went on about their business, trying to stay out of trouble. You kept yourself leaned against the bar nonchalantly, watching the swinging door. That’s when the last person you thought you would see here burst through, and charged straight for you.

  “Well look at what I found.”

  Your father. He was angry to a point you had never seen him.

  “Daddy what are you doing here?” The good girl act went up like a wall.

  “Had a fellow…business colleague tip me off you were here. So I came to bring you back home.”

  Your stomach dropped. Had Logan somehow gotten word back to your father you were here? Was this all a set up? You wanted to scream, cry and kill him all at once. You gulped, trying to push back the emotions you knew were clearly playing on your face.

  “Let’s go. Now!”

  “No. I’m not leaving.” You stood your ground, holding your head high.

  “Oh yes you are,” he spoke between gritted teeth as he stepped forward and grabbed you, and started to pull you toward the door.

  “Stop! You’re hurting me!” You called out, not a single person leapt to your defense.

  “Now what the hell is going on here?”

  Logan stepped through the door, coming face to face with your father. They stood too close and the look on Logan’s face could only be described as pure fury.

  “Oh of course you’re here. I can assume you’re the one corrupting my daughter?”

  “Where are you going?”

  Logan’s eyes softened when they looked your way. You knew in that moment he wasn’t the snitch, and you felt yourself release a breath you had no idea you were holding.

  “Home,” the voice came out still as a tremble.

  “Let her go.” Logan spoke with a curl of his lip and a loon on his face that told you he would kill your father in a second.

  The entire room had fallen into complete silence.

  “She’s my daughter. I don’t think I will.” Your father stood up against Logan.

  “You do know I can completely ruin you right? I can put your business under so far you’ll never dig yourself out. Her on the other hand…” Logan nodded at you. “She would be sitting pretty by my side getting everything she ever wanted and more.”

  “Are you threatening to blackmail me?”

  “Oh no. I’m promising to. Now. Let. Her. Go.”

  Everyone was still for a long moment and then your father released you. He glared back at you, but didn’t speak a word. You had no idea what would happen if you ever left this place and it sent more panic up your spine. He pushed past Logan roughly, and after a few moments he was riding away. The bar slowly went back to normal and Logan came over to you. He pulled you into his arms and kissed the top of your head.

  “Are you okay?”

  You could only nod your head. You could feel the tears trying to spill and Logan must have sensed it.

  “Let’s go to our room.”

  Once again you simply nodded, and keeping you held close, he walked with you upstairs and into your room. You let your self shatter, turning away so he didn’t see you cry.

  “It’s okay,” he turned you back and pulled you to him once again.

  “I don’t know what I’m going to do when I leave here.”

  “I’ll help you in any way I can. I’ll take you home and stand by your side and if he decides to show his true colors and kick you out you can come stay with me.”

  “Wait. Really?” You looked up at him.

  “Of course. Although I do believe a few more promises will keep him from even looking at you, with any bad intent.”

  You didn’t stop the chuckle as it fell from your lips. You leaned up and he met you, kissing you gently.

  “Thank you Logan,” you spoke the words softly as you pulled away.

  You never knew that this man would end up saving your ass, but he had, more than once. Who knew the man painted the villain would end up becoming your hero.

I think there's been a glitch

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

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

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

“In the bedroom.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Which one of us is the real one?”

“Can’t tell can you, baby?”

“What should we do with you?”

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

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

“Did that feel real, baby?”

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

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

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

-

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

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

“Bullshit.”

“I did.”

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

You scoff at his crude attempt at distracting you.

“Knew as soon as I saw you.”

“How?”

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

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

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

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

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

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[pluvialpoet]

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[geminijade]

I Just Ordered the First Three Seasons of Westworld for This Fine Ass Man: Benjamin Barnes/Logan Delos 🥵🔥

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[russobaby]

🌸 HOUSEKEEPING 🌸

hiiiiii I’m new here but I wanna start writing for the ultimate shadow daddy 🤍Benny B🤍 I don’t think I’m into the idea of writing about him IRL but I’m super invested in his characters in particular Billy Russo and Logan Delos and potentially Daddy Darkles (these are just my priorities but once I get things running I might be more open to other characters)

I’m also super open to prompts so anything you all wanna send is appreciated ✨✨✨

🖊Currently Working On: Fluff!Logan Drabble

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[the-purity-pen]

1.5K Followers!!! 😱😱😱😱

It's been just under two years since I started writing on here. And I know I have often disappeared, been uninspired, and held off releasing content. But truly, this milestone means so much to me, even if most of my followers have fallen off due to my lack of presence over the last few months.

I appreciate EVERY. SINGLE. REBLOG. every single comment. every single ask. (likes are meh since they don't do anything for spreading my work but thanks for liking it at least!) Knowing that anyone pays attention to the silly things I write after never thinking I'd be a "writer" is mind-boggling.

So to celebrate, we have a MENU! Select your shot, mixer, and optional topper, or select one of our pre-mixed cocktails! Send in an ask with your choices and be as clear as you can!

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REMINDER: I reserve the right to not write or answer anything that makes me uncomfortable or is a trigger of mine.

NO MINORS ARE ALLOWED TO PARTICIPATE AS THIS BLOG HAS AND ALWAYS WILL BE 18+ IN NATURE!

LIST #1

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LIST #3

TEXT VERSION listed below the cut:

A SHOT OF

Rum  .......................................... Billy Russo

Whiskey   ................................... Benjamin Greene

Vodka   ....................................... The Darkling

Gin  ............................................  Ryan Brenner

Tequila   ...................................... Logan Delos

Brandy   ...................................... Javier Peña

Bourbon   ................................... Frankie Morales

Amaretto   .................................. Marcus Moreno

Prosecco   .................................. Max Phillips

Vermouth  .................................  Agent Jack Whiskey

Champagne   ............................  Benny Miller

Cointreau  ..................................  Will Miller

Sparkling Wine  .........................  Santiago Garcia

Campari  ..................................... Bishop Losa

Scotch  ........................................  Frank Castle

Cognac  ......................................  Jonathan Pine

Absinthe  .....................................  Farmer!Shane Walsh

MIXED WITH

Pineapple Juice - Would You Rather! (Give me two characters and a scenario for each, and I’ll pick which I’d like better! )

Orange Juice - Dialogue Prompt (Choose from LIST #1)

Cranberry Juice - Specific Kink (Choose from LIST #2)

Tonic Water - Fuck, Marry, Bestie (make sure to send three shots for this request!)

Coffee Liqueur - Emoji Prompt (Choose from LIST #3)

Soda - Writer’s Choice!

TOPPED WITH (Optional)

Salted Rim ......................................... Smut

Lemon Slice ....................................... Angst

Mint Leaf ............................................ Fluff

PRE-MIXED COCKTAILS

Mimosa (1 available!) fic request of at least 1k words.

Tequila Sunrise (2 available!) drabble request of at least 500 words

Mojito (3 available!) headcanon request of at least 5 bullet points

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[delos-mio]

He Looks Up Grinning Like a Devil

Just a short, sweet, **light smut** and domestic fluff Logan one-shot. It's been a long. time. since I've posted a one-shot. Needless to say, I haven't been able to get this scene out of my head (also side note: in this universe, Juliet married a nice man after William fucked off forever and she is happy like she DESERVES). So, hope you enjoy! Thoughts and feelings always appreciated <3

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He told you last night that it’d be a long day, but you didn’t anticipate it to be nearing 11pm and for Logan to still be gone. There had been days like this before, but you never looked forward to having to wake up as well as fall asleep without his warmth by your side. Logan took awhile to finally settle down, but once he’d asked you to live with him, it was like a switch flipped on him and he became the one to cling to you. Two years later and it still made you smile when he pulled you into his lap once he got back from the office and demanded to hear all about your day while he looked at you like you’re the one who put the stars in the sky.

You finally decided to say fuck it and got ready for bed. Logan said it could be awhile, so maybe it was time to accept reality and prepare to fall asleep without him. Face washed, teeth brushed, and naked as the day you were born, you crawled under the covers before picking up where you left off in the book you were reading.

Right in the middle of a particularly exciting paragraph, a shadow lingered in your peripheral vision, making you jump out of your skin and clutch your chest. Logan leaned in the doorframe, laughing to himself at your brief panic.

“Asshole,” you sighed out with a smile.

Logan was still chuckling as he crawled next to you on top of the covers. “Missed you, gorgeous,” he hummed, pulling your lips up to meet his, a strong hand cradling the back of your head.

“Missed you too,” you mumbled into his kiss, unable to fight off a grin. “I didn’t think you’d be home so late.”

“I wasn’t planning on it either, but you know once my dad starts going, he doesn’t shut the fuck up,” he sighed.

Clearly not wanting to elaborate, Logan pulled back to look you over, really taking you in for the first time. A playful look danced in his eyes as he hooked his index finger over the edge of the comforter where it covered your chest.

“You naked under there?” Logan pulled back the duvet just enough to investigate for himself. You simply nodded, eyes fixed on his face.

Without another word, Logan slid under the covers and pulled your warm, naked body flush to his. Your stomach did somersaults when his dark gaze met yours with that ravenous look he got when all he wanted was to have you. He ran his fingertips lightly along your bare spine, making you shiver slightly in his arms. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he muttered before kissing you deeply.

Logan still managed to take your breath away every time he kissed you. Even after years of partnership, you felt like a teen finally getting to kiss her crush. Every move of his lips was reverent, emphatically expressing how there was nothing else in the world he’d rather be doing. Despite having a nearly 16 hour day, Logan still smelled so uniquely him- that perfect blend of clean laundry and amber you found so intoxicating. It was a scent you’d be able to place anywhere and one you loved to have linger.

As your make out session picked up even more steam, Logan let his hand wander over your chest. His fingers were light over the curve of your breast, not in any rush to a particular destination, simply reveling in your smooth skin and holding you close. The little flicker of anticipation in your stomach was quickly burning brighter and you found yourself arching your body further into him. Logan just smirked against your lips as he realized what you were doing. His touch moved down your stomach, petting slow circles into your skin as he continued to enjoy every minute that he drew out your torture. Logan always did have it in him to be a little tease.

“May I?” he asked, voice low and laced with lust. His hand rested just below your belly button, one of his long fingers stroking gently down, signaling where he hoped to be.

“Please,” you breathed out, sounding much more desperate than you’d planned on.

Without hesitation, Logan ran his index and middle fingers between your folds. Your legs fell further open on their own accord, an involuntary reaction to his touch. When he pressed the pads of his fingers firmly onto the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs, you let out a long moan that simply couldn’t stay behind your lips.

“Mmm, already so wet for me,” Logan mused, his kisses moving down to your neck. The short hairs of his beard tickled as his teeth scraped the sensitive skin under your jaw. “The most perfect girl in the world.”

Your breathing became more labored as he continued to swirl his fingers along your clit, knowing exactly the amount of pressure you needed from him. He let his thumb take over and smoothly buried his digits inside your heat, making you gasp and groan. Logan loved all the little sounds he could draw out from you using only his fingers. They went straight to his head and only spurred him on further.

With just a little twist, just the tiniest adjustment, Logan’s fingers hit that sweet spot inside you dead on. Your eyes snapped shut as you writhed on his hand, trying anything you could to keep the contact. Logan lapped over the pulse point on your neck, humming in approval at your reaction to him. You distantly felt him pull away from your throat, but your eyes were still screwed shut as you wantonly ground down on his fingers. As you moved, something tugged in the back of your brain that told you to open your eyes, that you needed to see Logan.

You slowly opened your eyes and Logan’s gaze was hot on you immediately. He held your stare, a small lock of dark normally pushed back hair falling over his eye. He arched an eyebrow and bit down on his lip. There were still times you looked at Logan and couldn’t believe this man- this handsome, silly, impulsive, sexy man- was yours. This was one of those times. The look he gave you made your stomach completely bottom out.

“Oh fuck,” you whined, feeling yourself on the edge of peaking. He knew it as well as you did. The short breaths, restless hips, and string of curse words all signaled to Logan that your release was just around the corner.

“That’s my girl,” Logan smiled, still looking in your eyes. He adjusted to a spot where he could take your earlobe between his teeth and tug. “You gonna be a good girl and come for me?”

All you could manage was a whimper and nod. He ran his thumb over your clit once, twice before you were clutching his bicep, nails digging in hard as you tightened around his fingers, finding your release and panting against Logan’s skin. As your breathing evened out, Logan gently pulled his fingers from you, cradling you close and placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“Thinking about making you come was the only thing keeping me going today,” Logan said, kissing your forehead.

“Well, you certainly delivered,” you laughed. You rolled onto your side and tugged at his belt. “My turn.”

But Logan held your wrist still, shaking his head. “I just wanted to do that for you.” You bit down on your bottom lip. “There’s plenty of time to repay me,” Logan said with a devilish smirk. You both laughed a little before he kissed you one more time. “Come on, keep me company while I grab a drink.” He stood from the bed and held out his hand, which you happily took. On your way out, you grabbed your robe from the back of your vanity chair to throw on, but Logan caught the motion from the corner of his eye. He quickly turned around and snatched the cloth from your hand, throwing it blindly back into the bedroom. “Please. Like I’m gonna let you cover up,” he tutted, rolling his eyes.

“So, what? I’m supposed to walk around here naked while you’re fully dressed? Just for your entertainment?” you teased, leaning over the island in your kitchen.

“Yes,” he smiled, swatting your ass as he passed by on his way to the fridge.

“You’re so lucky I like you.”

“Oh, don’t I know it, princess.” Logan grabbed a rocks glass and some ice before walking over to the other end of the room where he kept his preferred alcohol. “Jules sent me a picture this afternoon of the girls at their soccer game,” he said offhand. He was trying to sound casual, but you knew better. Though he never particularly liked children and certainly was never going to have any of his own, the minute his first niece came into this world, Logan turned into a doting uncle, always eager to show off the girls and brag about everything they were involved in.

“Did they win?” you asked with a massive smile.

“Obviously,” he laughed, taking a sip of his drink as he walked back over to you. Logan pulled his phone from his pocket and pulled up his conversation with Juliet. And there they were- semi-toothless grinning on a field, holding a little gold trophy with a soccer player on the top.

“Oh god, they look so grown up,” you smiled.

“Tell me about it,” he sighed. “I think we should bring them something this weekend for winning their season. I don’t know, like a new playhouse or something.”

“Juliet is going to kill you,” you laughed. “Uncle Logan is going to spoil them rotten.”

“What can I say? I love to spoil my girls,” he winked, running a finger along your jaw. You rolled your eyes fondly, but a yawn found a way to creep out of you. “Wanna get back in bed, princess?”

“Yes, please.” Logan led the way back to your bedroom, almost letting you in before leaning down to kiss you one more time. “I love you,” you whispered to him.

“Love you too,” he smiled back, shutting the door to the outside world and leaving just the two of you to enjoy each other.

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