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#logan delos drabble
banditthewriter · 1 year
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Ok i’ll be the one to ask… nymphomaniac with the man himself mr Logan Delos! Angsty smutty or fluff it doesnt matter but i want it to take place at the beginning of reader and his relationship if possible!
Here you go dear, sorry for the wait.
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You were exhausted. This was a bone deep exhaustion that you felt like would never dissipate. Also you were pretty sure you were dehydrated.
"Here, thought you might be hungry or thirsty."
Logan put a tray on the bed beside you before he crawled back in. You sat up with an exaggerated pout before you grabbed the orange juice. He laughed and moved to basically sit behind you, his legs on other side of you, his chest to your back. He rubbed your shoulders while you started in on the food provided.
You could feel him getting hard behind you and you actually let out a shocked laugh.
"It's been nonstop for the last three days Logan," you said in disbelief as you looked over your shoulder at him. "How are you still ready to go?"
He laughed and kissed your shoulder and then kissed your lips.
"You don't know this about me yet, but I'm always ready for sex. Morning, noon, night, doesn't matter. And when it's with someone who understands me and who I have feelings for? It's...heightened."
You sighed, but not unhappily. If you were being honest with yourself, this was the best three days of your life. It wasn't just the sex although that had been amazing. It was just getting to be with Logan like this, be vulnerable with him, be happy with him. Be alone with no responsibilities and nothing to distract either of you from each other.
But maybe you needed to figure out some boundaries.
"Okay. As much as I am loving this, and I promise you that I am, I do need actual rest. I'm not even holding myself upright right now, you are. I'm exhausted."
Logan looked thoughtful for a moment before he leaned in to kiss you again. It wasn't an overpowering kiss, wasn't one that made you think was leading anywhere. Then he went back to rubbing your shoulders.
"Eat some more and then I'll draw you a bath. Then we can nap for a while. Maybe we can go out for dinner or a movie or something this evening, okay?"
You sighed gratefully and rested more fully on Logan's chest.
"And then more sex this evening when I'm human again?"
He laughed as he wrapped his arms around you.
"Definitely more sex this evening."
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marvelmusing · 1 year
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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.”
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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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kayhi808 · 1 year
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WIP Tag Game
Thanks for the tag, @imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend I’m a sucker for these!🤗❤️
More Than Our Scars - S2 Billy Russo x F!Reader. I have 1 or 2 more chapters to this series.
Billy Mine - Billy Russo x OC (Juliet). 2 chapters in, unfinished.
Stackless - Takeshi Kovacs x Reader. Just an idea. Nothing written.
Recovery - Logan Delos x Reader. One-shot/Drabble
Priorities - Matt Murdock x Reader. One-shot/Drabble
I will tag: @sincerelyreinhardt @russosafehaven @persephonescottage No pressure tags, I just really enjoy your work.
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the-purity-pen · 2 years
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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.
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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)
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Soda - Writer’s Choice!
TOPPED WITH (Optional)
Salted Rim ......................................... Smut
Lemon Slice ....................................... Angst
Mint Leaf ............................................ Fluff
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Mimosa (1 available!) fic request of at least 1k words.
Tequila Sunrise (2 available!) drabble request of at least 500 words
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artemiseamoon · 2 years
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Writing round up
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russobaby · 2 years
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🌸 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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delos-mio · 3 years
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for the drabble weekend, could you do #1 and #42 for a fluffy logan delos?
If you seek a tender, fluffly Logan, look no further.
1. touching foreheads 42. braiding the other’s hair
“Princess? You home?” Logan called out, but you couldn’t raise your voice above a whisper.
You were soaking in the tub, letting the humidity of the room seep into your chest, praying it would help cure you of the cold from hell. It was rare for you to leave early, but after breaking into cold sweats and going through half a box of tissues, you decided to call it a day just before lunch. When Logan did his usual lunch time check in, you told him you weren’t feeling well and that you’d see him at home. Evidently, he took that as a cry for help and rushed home to tend to you.
He gently opened the bathroom door and popped his head in.
“Don’t let the steam out,” you croaked, feebly pointing at the cloud tumbling into your bedroom.
“Shit, sorry,” Logan said and quickly shut the door behind him, coming over to sit on the ledge around the tub next to you. He pulled you in by the back of your neck and rested his forehead against yours. “How are you feeling?”
“Like shit,” you tried to laugh, but it just turned into a coughing fit.
“Shh, shh,” he cooed. “I got you.”
At his voice, you closed your eyes and relaxed into his touch. Logan ran his fingers tenderly through your hair, scratching at your scalp. As he continued to massage around your temples, a part of your brain distantly registered that Logan may have been doing more than playing with your hair. You could feel it moving in a pattern you had done countless times during your life.
“Are you braiding my hair?” you asked with a smile, eyes still closed.
“I am.” You could hear the satisfaction in Logan’s voice.
“Where’d you learn to do that?”
“I did it for Juliet growing up sometimes,” he answered, fingers still moving. “After...you know. Mom.” He stopped to clear his throat. “She had trouble getting braids started, so she showed me what to do and I’d do it for her.”
You smiled fondly and lolled your head to the side to look at Logan. He rarely spoke about his teenage years for a number of reasons, but it was always welcome when he did. You knew you were probably the only person in the world who knew any of these stories who wasn’t actually involved directly in them. “You’re sweet, Lo.”
“Don’t tell anyone,” he laughed, tying off the end of the braid he’d created. “Can I get you anything, princess?”
“I’m ok, thank you. Just wanna lay down with you,” you whispered.
“We can do that,” Logan smiled. He pressed a quick kiss to your temple and got up to get you a robe, eager to meet your every wish.
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5 word prompt: “people lie all the time.” Logan!!
Word count: 1,510
Logan took a deep breath, closing his eyes. “My name’s Logan Delos, and I’m an addict.” You sat back in your chair, watching as Logan spoke - his voice strong and his tone even. “You probably already know that, know at least some of what I’ve gone through, what I’ve done to get to this point.” Your eyes left Logan and wandered over the others that were sitting in the open space, which didn’t look much different than it had the last time you’d seen it - with the exception of the presence of the larger facility out the back windows. Feels good to be h… back. There were about twenty people in the room that you knew to be patients of the Village, men and women alike, and they were all watching Logan with interest. Good for you, Logan. 
 The trip was the first time you’d been back to Fireside since you’d moved to Los Angeles to be closer to Logan, and even though only six months had gone by, it felt like a lifetime. Things had stuck to the proposed schedule, and Kynthos had been able to complete construction and renovations slightly ahead of schedule, the Fireside Recovery Village opening when it was supposed to - Logan, Lincoln and Kynthos representatives on site for the launch, you sitting in the audience and watching the ceremony, beaming with pride from the front row as Logan shook hands and cut the ribbon. 
 The two of you had stayed in your house for the time he’d been in Wyoming for the opening, even though you’d started packing things up for your move. Logan was excited at the thought of you being within a few miles of him permanently - he’d asked you to move in with him until you found a place, but you’d declined, promising him that it was only so that you could get to know Los Angeles without needing to depend on him, without feeling even more indebted to him than you already did. You’d spent the first three weeks in Los Angeles living out of a hotel, your stuff in storage, and even though finding a condo had been overwhelming, you’d found one that suited you in Glendale, which was close enough to Logan’s Bel Air house that you got to see him frequently, even though you were both working a lot. 
 You didn’t have to work, sure, but you wanted to, not content to get complacent with the change in your financial status. Working gave you a chance to meet new people, to learn your new city, and feel as if you had a purpose, something that you’d been feeling less and less as the date for the closure of your resort approached. Logan did what he could to make Los Angeles feel like home for you, even though the city was still strange and overwhelming, but it was undeniable that you felt much better in the shadow of the Tetons, even though you were trying to make it work on the coast. 
You heard a laugh and it drew you from your thoughts, your attention going back to Logan as he spoke, an invited guest to a group session that was coming at the end of your second day back in Wyoming, the two of you visiting the grounds to check on the changes and see how things were running. 
 “I know that coming here - being here - isn’t easy for any of you, but it’s the first step.” Logan was looking over the people in the room, taking the time to speak to each of them, not just at them, and you smiled, watching intently. “And I admit, I’ve had a lot of advantages in my life, a lot of things that allowed me to seek out care and treatment when I chose to. But those same advantages? They also led me more easily to make bad and dangerous decisions.” Logan took a breath. “I’m not here to preach to you. I’m not here to tell you ‘oh this is going to work, because it did for me.’ I’m not here to make promises or to blow smoke up your asses about how easy it is once you’ve got a good support system.” He looked at you, eyes full of anguish. “It’s not easy. And it never will be, because the things that people like us do that lead us to need places like these? Those things are dangerous and destructive, and they aren’t just going to stop being a part of our lives because we want them to.” Logan took another deep breath, closing his eyes. “People lie all the time. But you cannot keep lying to yourself when you’re sick or unhappy or need some help.” He stared at you again, biting down on his lower lip and shaking his head. “You’ve gotta be honest, and that’s the most important part of beginning your recovery.” 
 Logan kept talking, and when he finished his speech, you were one of the first to stand, clapping for him - but the rest of the people in the room followed suit, and soon enough, he was surrounded by people, shaking hands and grinning. He’s giving them hope. “Welcome back, Kiddo.” You heard the voice before you saw the man, turning to hug David tightly. “Good to see you!” You pulled the man from the room and into the hallway, wanting to talk to him in a quieter area. “How’ve you been? How’s LA?” 
 “I’m…” You paused, frowning. “LA is nice. It’s … being with Logan more is great, but…” You looked around the hallway, eyes landing on the door of the room that you’d spent many nights in, then the one that led to the old management office. “It’s not home, David, and I don’t know if it ever will be.” David’s eyes widened, but you continued. “I’m trying, I really am, but I felt more at home in Indiana and Pennsylvania after a few weeks for college…” You trailed off, not knowing how to continue. That’s the first time I’ve admitted that out loud. 
 “Does Logan know?” You shook your head, looking down at your feet. “Don’t you think he should?” 
 “Yes. But I don’t want to say anything before…” Before what? “I want to give it more time, I’m just getting settled, and I can’t…” You rubbed at your face. “It’s his home, it’s where he feels… and he wants me there, and I want to be there.” Do I? You and David spoke for a few more minutes, talking about Brandon and Elle and their home in Texas, about David’s family - and then you felt a hand on your back. 
 “You about ready to go?” Logan stepped next to you, addressing you first before he held a hand out to David. “Good to see you, David. How’s it going?” The two men spoke for a few minutes and then David excused himself, Logan taking your hand and walking with you down the hallway and out the front door of the lodge. “Being back here is…” Logan took a deep breath, and you turned your head toward him, watching as his eyes landed on the Caboose that he’d first stayed in. “Memories, yeah? I’m sure that for you, this is…” Hard? Sad? A reminder? He turned to look at you, offering a smile that was only a shadow of the one he usually wore. “You alright?” 
 You nodded automatically, taking a deep breath. “Haven’t been away from here for six months straight since I was in school, Logan.” You shrugged. It’s not a lie, not really. “There’s a lot…” You pressed your lips together. “It’s not my home anymore, but it still feels like it is.” He swallowed, pausing before he turned toward you, reaching up with one hand to flatten his palm on your cheek, lips descending toward yours. He pulled you closer as you kissed, the action sending a jolt of warmth through your entire body, and when he pulled back, you were smiling, feeling marginally better than you had been. “What was that for?”
“You looked like you needed it.” Logan kissed you again - quickly - and then gestured toward your rental car. “Want to go get something to eat before we head back to the hotel?” You nodded, taking Logan’s hand and squeezing. “Gun Barrel? Gather? You pick, I’ll drive.” You slid into the passenger seat and Logan started the car, waiting for you to type in the address for Gun Barrel. As he backed out of the parking spot and eased down the driveway toward 390, he reached over, taking your hand in his and squeezing. “I’m... “ He paused, thinking. “I like bein’ with you. A lot.” You glanced over at him, eyes wide. “Thank you for giving this a shot.” Logan winked at you before returning his eyes to the road, and you turned your head to look out the window, heart pounding as his fingers remained wrapped tightly around yours. I’ll give it a few more months before I say anything. I have to.
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Hey, remember that Logan x Ryan x Billy fishing trip? 😂
Karma
A/N: okay. So I don’t even know why, but one day @agent-bossypants and I were discussing a hypothetical fishing trip for Logan Delos, Ryan Brenner and Billy Russo. Rounding out my Drabble requests with what is absolutely the most ridiculous disaster I have ever written. I hope you laugh at this as much as I laughed at myself while writing it 😂
Warning: so many F bombs.
Word Count: 848
Billy knew why he was there, he just didn’t know why he was there. This is bullshit. Some campin’ trip is supposed to... what? Put me on the straight and narrow? There’s no fixin’ this, and there’s definitely no fixin’ this with a fishing trip. He had no problem with being outdoors, no problem with having to find his food or “rough it”. Eight years in the U.S. Marine Corps made him more than capable to handle any situation he’d find himself in on a trip like this. He simply didn’t want to be there. But after the debacle with his court appointed therapist and her manipulative methods for getting him into her bed, his new doctor had suggested something entirely different: A “Rehabilitation Program” that took its participants “out of the office and into the unknown”. He didn’t even try not to roll his eyes at the overly eager young woman who he was sure was fresh out of whatever school quacks like that attend and looking to make her impact on the world of rehabilitating criminals and addicts. But his options were more fucking fingerpainting with the rest of the lunatics, or this trip with one other “participant” and a “group leader”.
He flicked and folded his knife over and over again, glaring at the other two men from under his hood, grinning casually to himself, wondering if they knew what he could do with the blade in his hand and how quickly he could do it. He stuck to gutting fish, even as the other “participant” pressed every single one of Billy’s buttons as though the man was trying to be the world’s most obnoxious prick. He was wearing a goddamn button down shirt and a pinky ring for fuck’s sake, and Billy stabbed abother fish right in the belly as he eyed the man, who hadn’t lifted a finger to do so much as bait a hook or cast a line. Karma. Billy never believed in karma until his actions landed him here: in the middle of nowhere, his face all scarred up, and forced to “rehabilitate” himself with this sad sack. Again, he knew why he was here...
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Logan’s top lip had been slightly curled upwards in disgust for the better part of the three day trip. By day two, whatever was still in his system was no longer in his system, and he systematically began to hate the trip more and more as time went on. Why am I here? What did I do to deserve this torture? Was it the drugs? I’ll stop, I fucking swear. The fucking? I’ll… I’ll stop the drugs… He continued to ponder which of his offenses had been so horrid that his sister had forced him into this program, and just how high he’d been when he’d agreed. This is what I get, I guess… would be nice to know what I did but...this is what I get for it.
Being outdoors didn’t bother him- his time spent in Westworld was evidence of that. But there he didn’t mind as much because he got to shoot and kill and fuck and drink, and food he didn’t have to flame grill was set before him on demand. He blinked disparagingly at their fearless leader- probably the most unassuming man Logan had ever laid eyes on- as he silently sat by the water’s edge, fishing pole held firmly in long, tattooed fingers. At least he put his goddamn guitar away. I’m not in the mood for some bullshit rendition of kumbay-fuckin’-ya.
Logan was normally much more talkative than he’d been on this little “outing” (he was refusing to refer to it as a “rehab program”) but his options for conversation partners were scarred psycho and wholesome hobo. While he thought both were attractive enough, and that scarred psycho would be a hoot in Westworld, neither struck him as sparkling conversationalists, so he kept his comments to himself… mostly…
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This is the last time I take an odd job from a newspaper. Ryan couldn’t wait for his brief role as “program leader” to be finished. Yes, the money was good, and yes, his skill set was perfect for what the job entailed, but he had little to no interest in babysitting the two unwilling “participants” as much as he clearly needed to. Just do you, Ryan, catch some fish and call it a night. But even as he tried to reassure himself that the trip wasn’t that bad, the sound of Billy’s blade destroying yet another perfectly good fish, and Logan’s incredulous “That’s not sushi” attitude towards their meal were testing his patience to no end. Just one more day. Just get through one more day, and then the universe will owe you a debt so big you’ll write ten songs ‘bout it.
Karma. Some knew what they did to deserve their punishments. Some had no clue what they were being punished for, or if it even was punishment… or who they could sue over it.... And some waited patiently to be repaid for their good deeds.
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I have literally no idea who to tag in this disaster. Sorry, not sorry:
@something-tofightfor @its-my-little-dumpster-fire @suchatinyinfinity @agent-bossypants @lexxierave @songtoyou @ymariejp @belladonnarey @audreychaz @thesumofmychoices
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Hello! How about #44 and #72 for Logan Delos? Those sound like fun ones...
Thanks for requesting, dear! These really were funny, and the joke is so bad I feel like I should just dig a hole and disappear… Help me!
44. “You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”
72. “Why can’t you appreciate my sense of humor?”
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You knewhe wasn’t sleeping. He was laying on his side, partly on his stomach, and hisleft arm was loosely around your middle. You stared up at the ceiling,occasionally glancing towards him.
You were sureyou caught him closing his eyes quickly.
When youpeeked at him once again, catching him closing his eyes, you said his name.
“Logan.”
“Nnh…”
“I knowyou’re not sleeping. You’ve been staring at me probably for hours.”
“Not forhours…” he spoke against the pillow. You saw this grin on his lips when youturned your head, so your cheek met the pillow.
“Really?”
“Mhmm…”
Even if hewasn’t sleeping, he sounded like he was either tired or had something inappropriatein mind.
Mostlikely the latter.
He startedto run his fingers on your skin, drawing some nonexistent patterns quickly,then like he was playing an instrument, then both together.
“I waswaiting for when I could surprise you…”
“Surpriseme?” you were still looking at him.
Hisfingers lived their own life on your skin. It almost made you shiver but itsucceeded on making you want more.
But whathe said was so bad you stopped wanting anything in a very long, non-movingsecond.
“To get youinvolved in… some dirty dancing…”
He noticedyou didn’t take his words as well as he wanted and groaned, pushing his faceagainst the pillow, hand grabbing your hip bone.
“Why can’t you appreciate my sense of humor?”
“Becauseit’s awful. Just like you too,” no matter how hard he held your hip bone, itdidn’t hold you still. You got up on your elbow and started to push him away.
He let outa shrieking noise and lifted himself up, hair falling in a horrible and messypile all over his face. He was strong enough to defend himself against you, tryingto push you down on the mattress. You weren’t giving up that easily and gave aharder push on his chest. It made him fall on his back, and you climbed on topof him.
”You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”he looked up at you, smirking joyously.
“I can dowhatever I want,” you lowered your voice on purpose the closer his face you gotwhen you leaned in. The last words you said right against his impatient lips. “Youshould know that, Delos.”
His handdived in your hair to pull on it, hips thrusting upwards. “Oh, I know, sugar. Iwin.”
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banditthewriter · 1 year
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For the How to Tell If… drabbles, I’d like to request government trained assassin for Logan (can be a mix of fluff and smut)
This was an interesting one! Sorry it's taken me so long to get to this.
*gif is mine*
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The clock said it was almost half past one in the morning. You were tired but unable to sleep. Instead you had a stack of papers on your lap as you sat curled up in bed.
In the distance you heard the front door open and close. The familiar sound of someone moving around the apartment made you relax a bit more. Then a familiar someone poked their head into the bedroom.
"Still up?"
You looked up from your paperwork and smiled.
"Waiting for you."
Logan crossed over to where you were. He looked over the paperwork on your lap. Once upon a time you wouldn't have let him, would have just seen the cover he presented of a son of a large artificial intelligence company. Instead now you knew the truth.
"Late night for us both," you said as you gestured to a few spots of blood on his cuff.
He shrugged as he started to pull his shirt off.
"If you wanted me to get naked, you just had to ask," he said as he dropped it onto the ground.
"That's not what I was getting at," you sighed, grinning a bit anyways.
He picked up the papers and put them on the bedside table. Then he propped his knee up beside your leg.
"You know, I'm a little jittery after this last mission. Might need to work out a bit before bed."
You laughed. Your hand went to his neck to pull him in for a kiss.
"I think I can handle that," you teased with another kiss.
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marvelmusing · 10 months
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Take Your Pick
Pairing: Shapeshifter x Fem!Reader (featuring Billy Russo, Aleksander Morozova, William Thurber, Logan Delos, Benjamin Greene, Caspian).
Summary: Your boyfriend has a very interesting ability, and every character he can shift into has a special place in your heart. But which one do you want to spend the night with?
Warnings [18+]: alludes to smut, slightly suggestive.
A/N: a tiny little drabble, don’t ask me what this is because I have no idea but I liked the vibes.
My Masterlist
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“I can be anything you want me to be.”
“I just want you,” you say shyly, looking down at your lap.
“Oh really?” His voice is coy, a low purr of faux consideration as the hint of a smirk tugs at his lips. He leans closer, practically caging you to the couch with his arms on either side of you.
His mouth grazes over your pulse and your eyes flutter shut as he mouths confidently over your neck, a grin blooming over his face.
“You don’t want me?”
A New York twang has entered his voice and when you look down to meet his eyes a shiver runs through your body at the almost predatory glint there.
“Hi Billy.”
“Hello darlin.”
He leans forwards capturing your lips in a determined kiss. His grip is tight on your chin and you can sense the moment he shifts into Aleksander as his hand releases your chin to cradle your cheek with the entirety of his palm.
His body presses firmly against yours and the two of you cling to one another as he furthers the kiss.
“Sasha,” you breathe out in a soft whine. “Please.”
He chuckles darkly.
“Moya milaya, always so eager.”
His hands settle on your waist, keeping you close as he unbuttons your blouse. Ducking his head down, he begins to kiss over your collarbones, leaving gentle bites over the skin there, nuzzling at the hollow of your throat.
When his lips begin to lower themselves down towards your breasts, and the prickle of Aleksander’s facial hair becomes a soft scrape of closely shaven stubble and a neat moustache, you thread your hand through the salt and pepper strands of hair on his head.
“William,” you gasp.
His mouth closes over your clothed nipple, tongue rolling over the nub hidden beneath the fabric of your bra. Warm brown eyes flick up to meet yours, an admiring and adoring softness filling his gaze.
He lowers his head back down, nosing over the edge of your underwear. His hair darkens to Billy’s slicked back locks and he bites down into the material keeping him from exposing your breasts.
As you tug on his hair, a low groan rumbles in his chest and with a wicked grin Logan reaches behind your back to unclasp your bra with practiced ease. He gropes at your breasts eagerly, large hands grasping at your soft skin and sensitive nipples.
“Which one of us would you like to take you?” Aleksander rasps against your ear. He nuzzles his way down your neck, mouth drifting back up to your other ear.
“It’s me, isn’t it?” Logan goads, tugging on your hardened nipples.
A whimper catches in your throat at the thought of having to choose one of them. He hums quietly, biting down on your earlobe, tongue soothing the sting there. He grasps at your breasts, returning to your other ear as he shifts again.
“It’s definitely me,” Billy states with a confident smirk. “Right, darlin?”
He leans down to kiss your lips and you instantly know that it’s Benjamin. He kisses with the same vigour as Aleksander but he’s much more vocal in his enjoyment, a small whimper catching in his throat as he cups your face intently.
Both of you are breathless, chests heaving as he nuzzles his forehead against yours with a bright smile on his face. There’s a tiny scrunch at his nose and you can’t suppress the urge to kiss it gently which makes him blush.
“Hi Benji.”
“Hello love.”
Breathing out a soft laugh, you tilt your head at him.
“Are there any other contenders for me to consider tonight?”
He laughs softly, the corners of his eyes creasing adorably as he does. Then he kisses you.
As soon as his thumb begins to stroke over your cheek while you kiss, you realise he’s shifted into Caspian. His kiss lingers, sucking lightly on your lower lip as you part from one another.
Threading your hands through his long hair, you breathe out a soft smile as he brushes his nose affectionately against yours. As your hands continue to play with his hair, twirling the soft strands between your fingers, he moans quietly.
When he withdraws, it’s Billy who you’re looking at. His eyes are darkened with a wicked smirk on his lips. His gaze is heated as it rakes over your body, drawing a blush to the surface of your skin, thrumming down your body.
“So, which one will it be, darlin?”
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dylanobrusso · 5 years
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11 and 24 at an awards ceremony for Logan? ❤️
Thank you, anon!
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Awards ceremony.
“Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.”
“We’ve become the clingy couple that you used to complain about.”
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“Hey, Y/N, have you seen Juliet by chance?” William, for some reason, thought it’d be okay to approach you after the last time you’d seen him.
“Nope, I’m sure she’s busy,” you smiled before rolling your eyes dramatically and walking back over to Logan.
“Fuck face is here,” you muttered to him as you linked your arm with his. 
“Not surprised. He sees Delos invited to a ceremony like this and he’s going to make sure he’s seen,” Logan downed his glass of wine before placing it on a server’s empty tray. 
The presenter began speaking while Logan walked you two to your table. The server had already poured you both a glass of champagne. “Thank you, all, for coming. We have so many more awards to present tonight. But for now, I’d like to introduce…”
You could practically hear Logan losing interest as he sat beside you, sighing loudly as the presenter handed an award to his father, James. He quickly drained his glass once more, stealing a sip from your own. 
“Slow down, babe,” you whispered, taking your glass back. “We’re not even halfway through with this thing.”
“You sound just as bored as me,” Logan spoke rather loudly, not caring about the glares he received from those around you. You nodded with a shrug of your shoulders. “I would much rather be at home right now.”
“Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not,” Logan responded quietly this time, whispering in your ear and relishing in watching the hairs on your neck stand. “Granted, we could always just slip away now. I do believe I owe you from earlier,” he smirked. You two ran late to the ceremony due to you…getting rather caught up.
It started as just a sweet kiss before getting into the limo…but you somehow ended up on your knees in front of him, enjoying the moans that escaped from his lips.
You grinned, licking your lips as you turned to face him. “That also sounds enticing.” He cupped your cheek with his left hand as his right continued to lay on your thigh. Once his lips were on yours, you made up your mind. “Okay, let’s go.”
Standing up in the middle of James’ speech was already a big “fuck you” from Logan…leaving because he was going to have sex with you? Logan’s ego was about to burst.
“You know,” he chuckled, following you down the hall past some reporters. “We’ve become that clingy couple you used to complain about.” He pushed you into the women’s restroom, letting your back hold the door shut.
“I suddenly don’t mind,” you breathed, pulling him in by his tie. 
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the-purity-pen · 3 years
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How about thigh riding with Logan Delos pretty please 👀
about a thousand days late but i got something for you under the cut 😏
18+ ONLY // AFAB!Reader
"I-I'm gonna ruin your s-suit," you stammered, your hips doing a dance above Logan's thigh. His lean fingers gripping into the soft flesh of your hips, forcing you to keep moving along his thigh.
"Lovely, I do not care about this suit. What I care about," he leaned up and pressed his lips to the shell of your ear. "Is for you to cum all over me. Can you do that?" he growled low in your ear before nipping at it.
You whined and bucked your hips faster, thankful you had gone commando under your dress for this event. The soft material of his suit pants gave just enough delicious friction that when Logan's lips came to your neck and suckled a spot, you felt the band tightening and winding within you.
"'M s'close. Please," you whimpered, frantically grabbing for one of his hands to place it on the lower half of your stomach, trying to push him where you wanted it. He grinned a wicked grin and found your clit with his thumb, rubbing methodical circles on the sensitive nub.
Your breathing was labored and your voice was mumbling incoherently in higher and higher pitches as you neared your third orgasm of the night. The party lasted far too long and you were so thankful people finally left so Logan could fuck you like he had promised when you bent down just a tad too far and showed him that you weren't wearing anything under your little cocktail dress.
When his mouth ventured further south to nip at your collarbone, his fingers moved in a different pattern and you were done for. Your head lolled back as you cried out and you felt everything in you build up and push you right over the edge. Logan was murmuring from beneath you, grinning as he pulled back and watched you fall apart on his thigh, soaking him.
When you were spent, you leaned over and rested your head against his shoulder, trying to catch your breath. "Hope you're ready for another round soon," he spoke quietly with a chuckle, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. "Cuz my dick has been fuckin' hard for hours and needs your pussy around it." Your whole body clenched at his words even though you were still not quite back from the third orgasm he had pulled from you.
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breanime · 4 years
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2 and 12 from fluff with Logan please!!! Thanks!! 💕💕💕
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You were dynamite
You were fireworks
You were everything to Logan
The first time he kissed you, he’d said
“Holy shit” because your kiss was better than any he’d ever had before
And he had kissed a LOT of people (and androids) in his time
The first time you’d made love he’d said 
“I need you,” over and over again
And he’d been telling the truth
He did need you
He was addicted to you
You got him higher than any drink or any drug could with your laugh and your smile and your kiss
Your touch had him dizzy with joy, and arousal, and love
After your first fight, Logan had cried himself to sleep
And when he’d seen you that next morning, he could tell that you’d had to
He loved you, and the first time he’d told you, he had been terrified
Terrified that he was being an idiot
Terrified that it was too soon
...Terrified that you didn’t love him back
But you did
And when you’d said it back,
Logan almost cried from happiness
On the day you moved in with him, he told you 
“I don’t ever want to be without you again.”
And when you met his parents, saw the way his father treated him, you’d said
“You’re a real cunt, huh, Mr. Delos?”
In front of everyone at the restaurant. The waitress actually dropped the bottle of wine on the table, breaking his mother’s glass.
Logan had never been so turned on, he leaned back in his chair and just grinned so wide, he thought his face might crack
“That’s my girl.”
And when you went home that night, he tried his hardest to show you how much he adored you
He held you close, your body warm and soft against his, your eyes heavy with sleepiness, and he looked down at you, his perfect love
“I didn’t overstep, did I?” You asked, looking back up at him. “I just... I love you, and I see how hard you’re trying with him and how you’re committed to sobriety and just, the way your dad talks down to you just... It makes me so damn mad--”
“--I’m gonna marry you some day,” Logan interrupted. 
He watched, amused, as your eyes grew wide
You knew he wasn’t lying
Logan never lied
“When I ask,” he went on, “will you say yes?”
You smiled, leaning closer to kiss him, “I’ll say yes,” you assured him, “I promise I’ll say yes.”
He smiled against your lips. 
“That’s my girl.”
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artemiseamoon · 11 months
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Logan Delos
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