#logan delos imagine

[marvelmusing]

All I can think about right now is like any Ben Barnes character during their rut as an Alpha. Like omg would I want to be their mate.

This wasn’t a request but you said any character, and my mind went to all the characters so I ended up writing a little something for most of them. Enjoy?

Characters: Alpha!Aleksander Morozova, Alpha!Logan Delos, Alpha!Billy Russo, Alpha!Benjamin Greene (all x fem!omega!reader)

Warnings [18+]: typical a/b/o themes, smut, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, smidge of primal play for Billy, dirty talk, bit of degradation from Aleksander, hint of spanking for Logan.

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Aleksander Morozova

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“You should rest.”

It doesn’t surprise you that your words fall on deaf ears as Aleksander rifles through the papers on his desk, stalking into his bedroom to search for a particular document.

The meeting concluded several minutes ago but the palpable tension has yet to be cleared from the air. Aleksander is ignoring his rut, a terrible habit of his, which subjects everyone around him to the tantalising smell of his frustration and arousal.

Almost all the omegas in the meeting ended up excusing themselves, their heats triggered by Aleksander’s scent. It’s taking everything in you not to submit to him yourself.

His shirt sleeves are rolled up, the veins in his forearms bulging, and his hair is loose and ruffled. A bead of sweat rolls down the side of his face and the urge to lick it seizes you. Clenching your jaw shut, you cross your arms as you stand in the doorway watching him.

“General.”

He doesn’t look up at you, but the tension in his shoulders seems to tighten.

“What happened to docile little omegas?” he remarks bitingly. Keeping your voice coy and soft, you cock your head aside, fluttering your lashes at him.

“Would you like me to be docile, sir?”

Turning his head, Aleksander locks eyes with you, his gaze flickering down to the curve of your neck where his mating mark is on display against your pulse. He growls lowly, striding towards you and grasping onto your waist.

He spins you, pushing you down onto the bed with his teeth bared. A hand closes around your throat, pining you to the mattress as he leans over you.

“You little minx.”

Mischief sparkles in your eyes and Aleksander huffs out a small laugh. Then, much to your disappointment, he releases you. Instantly, you place your hand over his, guiding it back to your throat.

“You don’t need to hide this from me, Aleksander. I can take it, I promise.”

There’s hesitation in his eyes. As your mate, he is always so attentive during your heat, but when it comes to his rut he ignores his own urges to stop himself from hurting you.

Hooking your leg around his waist, you stroke your calf down the side of his body.

“Please, alpha. I’m here for you. Use me.”

His gaze darkens, the blackness filling his eyes is your only warning before you’re flipped over onto your stomach. The ripping sting of fabric brushes against your skin as he tears the clothing from your body.

Scrambling, you prop yourself onto your knees for him. Then he pushes himself inside you. Being around him all day has ensured that you’re wet enough to take him so suddenly but there’s still a twinge of pain that simmers delightfully under your skin.

Aleksander groans loudly in relief, his breathing sharp against your back as he presses his forehead into the space between your shoulder blades.

His finger dig into your hips, nails biting into your skin, hard enough to leave bruises. Each thrust of his hips slaps hard against your cheeks, the force of his fucking reverberating through your body relentlessly.

Filthy words of appraisal and sweet degrading remarks all jumbled into an almost incoherent mess begin to stream from his lips. Every word you do manage to hear through your shared moans and gasps sends a jolt of pleasure through your abdomen.

Sweet little mate. Perfect cunt. Tight and hot and wet. Like a common whore. Can you hear it, omega? Such a good omega. So good for me. Mine. All mine. You belong to me.

Aleksander bites down on your shoulder as you clench around his cock, his tongue traces over the mark left there lapping up the hot smear of blood that is blossoming to the surface. Then he bites again. His nails scratch over your thighs, leaving raised lines in their wake.

Drool slips from your lips, soaking the sheets as you surrender completely to Aleksander’s pursuit of pleasure.

He turns your head, ducking his head down into the crook of your neck as he pushes his knot inside you. Both of you hiss at the feeling. The stretch burns through your body, driving everything except Aleksander from your mind.

All Aleksander can think of it how tightly you’re gripping his knot. Everything else, the frustration that had been under his skin since yesterday morning, the heavy tension in his muscles, the overwhelming pressure in his chest, it’s all gone.

His climax is within reach and he jerks his hips forwards frantically as he chases his pleasure. Mindlessly, his fingers rub against your clit, hurtling you towards your own peak. He growls, teeth clenched hard as he breathes in your scent.

His nose nudges against the mating mark on your throat and your scent sharpens. As soon as you hit your climax, it triggers Aleksander’s own release and the two of you groan and succumb to pleasure instantaneously.

The rhythmic clenching of your cunt sends a shiver down Aleksander’s spine, the heat of his spend inside you soothing his more primal instincts. Now that he’s sated, all he wants is your affection.

But his knot is still inside you, and will remain so for a few more minutes.

He shifts uncomfortably, attempting not hold himself up with his forearms and not crush you with his weight.

“I’ve remembered what I dislike about this position,” he says quietly, to which you hum in response. “I can’t hold you properly,” he adds with a small huff of frustration.

A soft laugh escapes your lips.

“I love you, Sasha,” you whisper with a smile.

His fingertips trace lightly over your back, featherlight when he reaches the marks already blooming over your skin and the tiny drops of dried blood.

“I’ve made quite the mess of you.”

“Good,” you say, your voice muffled by your pillow. “It’ll remind them all who I belong to.”

A deep rumble emanates from the back of his throat and he nuzzles his face against your back. His perfect little mate - you always know what to say to him.

Guilt still settles in his stomach, at the thought of hurting you, especially with the desperate need for your affection growing in his chest.

Once he pulls out of you, he’s being tugged into your arms. He settles himself against your chest as you lean back into the pillows propped next to the dark oak headboard. Aleksander tilts his head, his temple pressed against your cheek, and you kiss his face gently.

He heaves out a sigh and you can feel the last of the tension leave his body as you curl your arms around him fully. Aleksander curls his hands around each of your forearms to ensure you won’t let go of him.

Quietly, you hum an Old Ravkan tune he had taught you, occasionally licking affectionately at the mating mark on his neck or nipping playfully at the shell of his ear.

Aleksander’s eyes flutter closed and his breathing grows steady but he doesn’t fall sleep. Such a state of relaxation is rare for him.

“I love you,” he breathes out softly. “You’re everything to me.”

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Logan Delos

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“Welcome home, alpha.”

Logan halts at the entrance to your shared bedroom. He tilts his head back, groaning through a grin as he palms his hand over his bulge.

“God I fucking love you.”

He tugs at his belt, his cock straining against the restrictive fabric of his suit trousers as he stares down at you.

The bedcovers have been discarded onto the floor, giving the two of you optimum space to play with one another. Somehow, you must have known his rut was about to begin, because you’re already in position with your legs spread wide, glistening cunt on display.

He tosses his belt onto the floor, discarding his trousers and shrugging off his jacket and shirt. His scent, like fresh orange juice and sun lotion has your teeth aching for a bite of him.

His dark eyes lock onto your cunt as he reaches the foot of the bed, crawling over the mattress towards you. A low growl rumbles in his throat as he drinks in the sight and smell of his mate.

Logan nuzzles his face against your thigh, a whine catching in your throat as his rough facial hair scratches at your sensitive skin. He bites down, pearly white teeth creating a bruising mark there, claiming your most intimate parts as his once again.

His cock hangs heavy between his legs, aching to be inside you. Logan has never had much patience, though his love of teasing seems to be overruling his own need.

He continues to nip and bite at your thighs, mouthing sloppy kisses and tracing his tongue over his favourite spots - the ones that make you squirm the most.

Logan loves toying with you. There’s nothing better to him. He can smell your frustration and can see your need dripping down onto the sheets. Despite the effects of his rut that are slowing beginning to settle into his system, he’s tempted to continue torturing you.

Sweat glosses over your skin, you’ve thoroughly wound yourself up. Before Logan arrived, you had done your best to fantasise about your alpha to ensure that you would be wet enough to take him the moment he arrived home.

Knowing Logan, you should have known he would surprise you like this.

He kisses his way up your body, leaving bites and settling his hands firmly on your waist. His fingers press into your skin, preventing any sort of squirming. His strength always catches you off guard.

Logan’s teeth scrape delicately over your hardened nipple and you whine pitifully. Chest heaving, you whimper when he laps at your breasts with a delighted expression on his face.

His arousal begins to smear over your thighs as he nestles himself between them.

Eyes darkening, he grins wickedly before positioning his cock at your entrance and sliding inside with one smooth motion. Gritting your teeth, you moan loudly. His grin sharpens, teeth flashing as he hisses at the feeling of your cunt sucking in his cock.

He pulls out, only to slam his hips back down against yours, setting a punishing pace that has you both panting against one another’s mouths. Logan kisses you frantically, a mess of lips and teeth and tongue as you consume one another.

Nails digging into his shoulders, you scramble for some sense of balance as he removes your ability to do anything except take what he gives you. He bites down on your lip, sucking on the bruised flesh when you whimper.

In retaliation, you reach down to his backside, giving him ass cheek a squeeze to encourage him deeper inside you. His vigour increases, spurred on by your touch, and you can’t resist giving him a small swat on the ass.

His hand locks around your throat, squeezing lightly, and you grin at one another as you clench around him. He growls at the feeling, teeth flashing as he increases his pace as he fucks you.

Crying out his name, you feel the steady spiral of pleasure begin to swoop in your stomach. Frantically you jerk your hips against his, weak little thrusts in an attempt to match his own enthusiasm. Both of you grasp at one another, nails biting into flesh.

He tips his head back, baring his neck, and you sink your teeth into his throat without a second thought. He spills inside you, the hot spray of his release immediately sending your body hurtling into your own climax with a frightening speed.

He swears loudly at the feeling of your cunt twitching around his sensitive cock. Both of you moan at the sensations running through you as bliss soaks into your bodies. Logan collapses on top of you with a dramatic huff and a groan, which makes you giggle.

His smile is bright at the sound of your laughter, as he lifts his head up from the crook of your neck.

“You didn’t have to do this, you know?” he says lightly. His parents weren’t the best example of a mated couple but you’re too tired to argue properly with him. So you poke him.

“Shut up and let me be here for you,” you mumble.

He smiles widely.

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Billy Russo

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He’s surprised his glass hasn’t shattered in his hand. Billy takes a slow swallow of the chilled liquid, relishing the coolness on his tongue in contrast to the heat that is burning underneath his loose swim shorts.

The summer heat certainly isn’t helping the feeling of his oncoming rut, and neither is the sight of you in that ridiculously tiny bikini.

He watches from his place at the bar as you lounge on one of the sun-beds by the pool. One leg lying along the length of the lounger whilst the other is folded with your ankle tucked beneath the knee of your extended leg.

Billy knows the bite marks on your thighs are visible to everyone, his claim on you made obvious for anyone who looks at you. He watches as you drape your arm over your forehead to shield your face from the sun.

He can see your eyes are closed, you must be dozing lightly. Downing the rest of his drink, he tosses a wad of notes onto the bar top before he stalks towards you.

“Billy?” you mumble, your words thick with near sleep as you register a shadow over you.

As you inhale his scent, sticky vanilla like melted ice cream, a thrum of arousal runs through you in response.

Lifting your head, you meet his darkened eyes immediately as he towers over you.

“Alpha?”

A growl rumbles in his chest.

“We’re leaving,” he demands.

If there weren’t so many people around, you might have given him some resistance, and he would throw you over his shoulder. The two of you like to playing into your more primal instincts during Billy’s rut.

He grips the steering wheel hard through the entire drive home. The windows are rolled down fully so that he can concentrate on the road without the combination of your scents distracting him.

When you finally reach the small villa Billy had rented for the summer, he breathes a sigh of relief. He leans over the console of the car, grasping the back of your head to meet his lips in an all-consuming kiss.

By the time he withdraws from you, your chest is heaving, your lips swollen and slick with his saliva.

Some of the tension leaves Billy’s shoulders as you step inside the air-conditioned villa. Cool marble floor against his bare feet as he slips his shoes off.

He slips his arm around your waist, pulling your back flush against his body. He rolls his hips forward, his rock hard cock pressing against your practically bare ass cheeks. He nips at the mating mark on your neck and you whine.

“I’m gonna go make a drink,” he murmurs lowly against your ear. His mouth is hot against the sensitive skin of your throat and his scent is addictive. “You are gonna go hide for me.”

A delighted shiver rolls down your spine. You love it when Billy is playful like this. Hiding always spikes your arousal, waiting in anticipation for your Alpha to find you.

It’s even better when he’s close to is rut, because he smells so delicious and his words are always so tempting when he tries to convince you to come out of hiding.

Once he does find you, it’s likely he’ll let you slip through his fingers to initiate a little chase around the villa. Billy will know the floor plan by heart, after all he bought this place, and will follow your scent like the predator he is.

“Yes, alpha,” you whisper.

Tugging at the strings of your bikini, you allow the fabric to slip down onto the floor as you take a few meandering steps away from your alpha. He groans at the sight of you, breathing in a deep inhale as he seeks to control himself.

With a teasing glimmer in your eyes, you walk slowly, waiting until he’s out of sight before you begin to move quickly. If you ran off immediately, Billy would have been too tempted to chase. Spoiling your fun before it can even begin.

Now all you need to do is hide.

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Benjamin Greene

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“Benji?” you mumble, blinking tiredly as you wake.

His mouth moves leisurely over your neck, nosing at the mating mark just under your ear. His tongue traces over the mark, which sends a shiver down your spine.

“Sorry, love. Just need your sweet little cunt for a few minutes. That alright with you?”

The air is thick with his comforting scent, shortbread biscuits and old book pages, curling around you like a blanket. His cock is hard against your stomach and you can already guess that his rut has arrived early.

Humming contentedly, you nod in consent, your eyes still heavy with sleep.

“Just relax, my omega.”

He sucks lightly on your earlobe and a soft moan catches in your throat, even as your awareness begins to drift a little. Benjamin’s low groan as he breathes in your scent brings you back to reality a little, making you aware of the need threading through your body.

“It’s alright, love,” he soothes, though there’s a strained quality to his voice as the sheets rustle. The heat of the summer has meant you’ve both forgone clothing tonight. “Just going to fill you up for a while.”

He continues to mouth sleepily at your neck, paying extra attention to the mating mark almost subconsciously. Hooking one of your legs over his hip, he sinks his cock into you. Eyes fluttering closed, you moan quietly as he rocks his hips subtly to adjust his position.

“Benji,” you whisper. He hushes you.

“Go back to sleep, love. This is all I need for now.”

Benjamin is rock hard inside you when you wake at sunrise.

Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you breathe in the heavy scent of your alpha in the midst of his rut. There’s a small frown creasing at his dark brows, no doubt a result of his aching cock and the urge to help ease his discomfort fills your chest.

His skin is flushed, a pretty pink dusting over his cheeks and the tips of his ears. A bead of sweat rolls down his neck, which you immediately collect with your tongue. He hums quietly in his sleep, hips shifting upwards. His dark hair is ruffled adorably and there’s a small pout on his lips.

Slowly, you roll your hips forward against his. The spark of friction you gain is enough of an incentive for you to continue, even though Benji’s pleasure is what you’re really searching for.

Benjamin stirs a little when you turn him over onto his back and he begins to wake as you straddle his hips, sliding up and down leisurely over his cock, your hands splayed over his chest. He groans deeply as his lashes flutter open, revealing his dark eyes filled with unbridled need.

He presses his head back into the pillows, showing off the expanse of his throat as he sighs in pleasure.

“Alpha,” you whisper against his neck, licking at the mating mark there. “Let me take care of you, please?”

His hands settle on your thighs, warm palms squeezing the soft skin there gently in encouragement. He murmurs praises quietly under his breath as you roll your hips against his taking him deeper.

Sweat glosses over his bare chest and you lick a pathway down his collarbones and across his pectorals, hands smoothing affectionately over his soft stomach where his muscles are tensing rapidly.

His hips jerk forward mindlessly and with gritted teeth you nestle your body firmly against his, easing his knot into your slick entrance. He gasps sharply, eyes rolling back as your cunt clenches around his knot and hardened cock.

“Relax, Benji,” you soothe him. “I’ve got you. Please, alpha. Want you to fill me up.”

Sleeping inside you for most of the night has made him sensitive to your touch, not to mention how much energy his rut always takes out of him. Slick smears over your thighs, making a thorough mess of the two of you.

Grinding against one another, Benjamin places his palm on the small of your back, meeting each of your thrusts with a lazy one of his own. Panting and moaning into one another’s mouths, you kiss with a burning intensity that has you clenching uncontrollably around him.

He chokes on a groan, pressing himself hard against you as tears prickle in your eyes. His pubic bone catches against your clit, providing a dizzying burst of pleasure that thrums beneath your skin and you begin to chant his name in a low whisper.

“Benji, my alpha, please.”

He bites down lightly on your lower lip, tugging on the sensitive skin as you tip over the edge. Bliss floods through your body as you climax, and soon he’s spilling inside you with a low moan.

Collapsing onto his chest, you hum at the pleasurable feeling of being filled to the brim by your alpha. He strokes his hands over your back, easing the aching muscles there as you both catch your breath.

“Thank you, omega. You were perfect, my love.”

Contentment warms in your chest at the thought of pleasing your alpha. His rut is by no means over, but this was certainly a pleasant start.

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[banditthewriter]

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.

*gif not mine*

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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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[russosafehaven]

Fatigue

Pairing: Logan Delos x Fem!Reader

Content: Restrictive ED, Passing Out, Logan being Logan, Body Dysmorphia, Underweight!Reader, Car Crash, Character Death

POV: Second

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When you first hired at Delos you were meant to be a writer. Nothing more than that, you wrote the narratives for Westworld and you were good at it. Yet somehow you had caught the eye of Logan Delos. One of the more notorious names in the company seeing as his father was CEO.

When Logan first caught sight of you he was showing around a new employee. Someone who would go onto testing narratives before they were released to the public. He had taken them to the writers room and there you were, hunched over your work while messing with the screen. Logan didn’t know how he hadn’t noticed you before. You stuck out compared to the others with your thin frame. He could see the bones in your fingers and your collar bones peeking through your shirt.

When word first spread that you had fainted Logan didn’t think he’d care that much. Yet when he saw you the next day he wanted to say something, ask if you were okay. The two of you found yourself in the elevator at the same time. Since you both got out on the same level he tried to make conversation. You didn’t respond to him and it bruised Logan’s ego a little. Everyone always wanted to talk to him, he was used to people swarming him. Why was he trying to so hard?

The second time you passed out Logan decided it was time to actually do something. He had you promoted to be his personal assistant. The first day in your new position you’d brought him a herbal tea. Typically Logan didn’t like tea, preferring coffee but since you got it for him he drank every last drop. He didn’t have you do any work, letting you write instead since it’s what you were good at.

When your lunch break rolled around Logan found it curious how you just kept working. He had headed out to get some takeout, thinking maybe you’d just brought your own lunch. Yet when he came back there was no indication you’d eaten. As he placed his food down on his desk Logan noticed the way your eyes would flick up every few seconds. Your tongue carefully licking your lips. You’d take a sip of water and flick the hair tie against your wrist, it made Logan curious.

Notes were being furiously taken and he couldn’t help but be thankful for you. When he first started working for Delos he never thought he’d like a routine presence. Yet so far he was enjoying your company. You let him talk even when you could tell him to shut up. It was only your first day but Logan was already obsessed with you.

“What are you doing tonight?”

It was a seemingly random question but Logan had a motive. While he was nibbling away at his lunch he had been making a list of things he’d heard about you around the office over the past few months. You were quiet, easy to anger, always tired, you bruised easily and we’re always working.

“Well it’s a Friday so like always I’ll be going home and falling asleep with my dogs almost immediately. Why do you care Mr Delos?”

His eyes widened, for some reason he didn’t expect the harsh tone. He was also surprised as it was only Wednesday but he hadn’t bothered correcting you. You had immediately apologised, explaining you were tired and on edge. Logan tried to get you to calm down but you couldn’t. You’d ended up trying to walk out. Instead you ended up passed out on the floor.

When you came to once again Logan had seemingly moved you to the couch. It was lush and soft, the texture made you feel comfortable.

“You know if you keep passing out words gonna spread that we’re torturing you”

His words didn’t comfort you, in fact when he said it you considered quitting your job. One of Logan’s hands snaked up your arm. Feeling the indent of your bones.

“I should just quit. Fuck I don’t know why I ever thought working here was a good idea…”

Attempting to stand up you ended up latching to Logan’s arms. They were toned but not entirely muscular. You could feel his veins shifting as he held onto you.

“When was the last time you ate?”

Instantly you let go of him, making your way to the door with large steps. To your dismay Logan had caught you before you could even reach for the handle.

“You’re sick, you aren’t going anywhere”

“You don’t know me Mr Delos, you don’t give a shit about me. All of this is for sympathy points and you fucking know it. All this company cares about is it’s image and you are your fathers biggest disappointment so you’re using me and my illness as a way to make you seem like a good fucking person. Guess what? Good people don’t exist, we’re all monsters”

Your words stung, more than they should have. What you spoke held truth, he didn’t know you and he was his fathers biggest disappointment.

“Wow, holy shit. You got some bite don’t you?”

You shoved away from him, storming out of his office. All you wanted to do was get away from the overwhelming guilt. What you said to Logan wasn’t okay at all and the cruelty in your voice made you want to vomit. How could you say something like that? You just kept walking and walking until you reached your car.

The plan was unclear so you just drove out to the highway. Logan had called you and you picked up.

“I’m sorry for what-“

He cut you off almost immediately.

“None of that, we all say shit who gives a fuck? Where are you?”

It was a bad idea to drive when zoned out. You hadn’t seen the car pummelling towards you. As the metal vehicle flipped over, the poles from the car seat impaling you, you regretted your words to Logan even more. He was nice and undeniably attractive. As you lay there with blood pouring from many wounds your last thought is off your boss.

“Hey? You still there? Where are you?”

The line disconnected and it would be days until the news of your death reached Logan. He blamed himself for it. There were better ways to go around helping someone you admired from afar. If he hadn’t shocked you maybe you wouldn’t be six feet under.

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[fific7]

White Wedding Pt 3

Logan Delos x Reader

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

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

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

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

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(My Photo Edit)

Hey little sister, shotgun (oh yeah)

little sister, who's your superman

Hey little sister, shotgun

It's a nice day to start again

It's a nice day for a white wedding

It's a nice day to start again

Take me back home, yeah

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The New Wife

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The New Wife

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Logan

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe he could just have one more tiny taste….

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The New Wife

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Logan

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Juliet

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The New Wife

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Juliet

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

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

Fuck, I really hope this works out for him.

And for her too, of course.

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Logan

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

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

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

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

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The New Wife

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Logan having his fun.

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

First of all, her coworkers invited her to Westworld.

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

A trip to Pariah. It was a big mess.

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

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

"He'll be okay, come on."

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Logan.

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

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

-

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

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

"What the fuck?" She said confused.

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

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

Logan chuckled about her.

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

"You're disgusting."

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

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

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

"About?"

"Getting Dolores out of here."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Logan chuckled and pushed her onto the bed.

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

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

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

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

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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!

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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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Hi! Can you do a what it would be like to date Billy Russo/Darkling/Logan Delos/any other of Ben's characters post?

Hi! Of course, thank you for asking 😊 this got a little more fic like than I intended 😳

I think it's pretty gender neutral overall (except with the Darkling and his Tsaritsa)

Dating the Darkling / Billy Russo / Logan Delos / Caspian / +Sirius Black (because why not? 😇😈😉)

note: I have not seen much of Westworld so I'm making a lot of assumptions about Logan

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Dating the Darkling

The biggest problem with him (from a matchmaking point of view) is his immortality.

I don't think he would even entertain the idea of being with someone who's not as powerful as he is or doesn't have the potential to be. He has seen enough people die to learn to not get attached to mortals.

When he realises he found his equal, he fights tooth and nail to get them. It's not necessarily love at that point, more like a desperate fixation, rooted in fear of being alone forever.

He charms you effortlessly.

Yes, he manipulates and lies or tells half-truths when it suits him but he means no harm with that (at least not to you).

Slowly he starts to truly fall in love and lets his guard down, so much so that fragments of the truth slip here and there and his Milaya starts to put the pieces together.

When his secret is out and he gets confronted he kinda guilts you into giving him another opportunity with things like "Would you have given me a chance if you knew?" and "I was so afraid to lose the only light in my life after so many years of darkness."

He makes promises to you that he's not sure he can keep

He is crafty and diabolical if he needs to be but seducing you (even more) takes all his efforts because you are on your guard now.

It takes a long time to get you to trust him again but he is patient and after all, you have all the time in the world.

He feels a weird excitement in corrupting you ever so slowly until you fall for his charms again.

He seals the deal as soon as he knows he has you.

Aleksander marries you a week within the proposal.

A few years go by and you get stronger than ever. Together.

You mature over this time and you see through your husband more and more but the war also hardens you and you start to see things his way, meanwhile, he gets a teeny tiny bit softer (in his old age - you joke) but that all fades away in a moment if anyone threatens you or puts you in harm's way.

The Tsar's last mistake is to try to assassinate you when he begins to fear your husband's power and influence.

Aleksander starts a war for you.

He planned this for a long time but wasn't prepared to care for you or for your life to be threatened like this.

So all his carefully planned strategies go out the window and he uses his power to claim the throne.

His darkness consumes him and he makes some bad decisions but for the second time since you met him, you drag him out of the shadows and this time you take your place beside him as his equal.

His Milaya becomes his Tsaritsa.

Aleksander never tries to control you again and you find your way back to the freedom you never realised you've lost.

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417 notes - Posted February 12, 2022

#4

Imagine Jake being your parents' favourite in-law even before your relationship turned serious

You have no idea how it happened. All boyfriends, girlfriends and spouses of yours and your siblings' were despised by either your mother or your father, or by both.

That arrogant, cocky, adorable jerk somehow managed to charm your entire family on the first occasion you took him home for the holidays.

Your siblings wanted to hate him on principle. Because how come golden boy earns the stamp of approval after they have all been through? But Jake has sisters, and he knows how these things work.

Hangman was on a mission, and he never failed one. Ever.

By the end of the night, basically everyone was planning your wedding to Jake. Which is a good thing, since he has been doing the same since your first date. Now, it's time to change the mission parameters because while he could easily wrap everyone else around his finger, you were a tough nut to crack. But that's okay, he liked challenges and the reward was definitely worth the wait.

714 notes - Posted November 5, 2022

#3

Not yet

Darkling x Reader

Summary: You just don't want to get up from bed yet...

Warnings: tooth-rotting sweetness, a teeny tiny bit of angsty moment, implying some extensive lovemaking

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726 notes - Posted May 12, 2022

#2

Had your fun?

Jake Seresin x Reader

Summary: Uhm... Jake doing push ups?

Warning: playful frenemies with serious tension going on

Hangman is competitive even in the gym. He likes to show off.

They are doing push-ups with Roosters and Jake brags that he could outdo him even with one arm.

You, the unfortunate judge in their pissing contest, roll your eyes at that. And Jake, who can barely take his eyes off of you when you are in the same room, sees that and starts to involve you in the dispute too.

"What? You don't believe me?"

You just raise your eyebrows at him, clearly doubting how far he could go. Then you get an idea and you flash him a rather diabolical smile that has he's knees weakened for a moment.

When you step closer to him and lean down, he huffs a laugh out at your slurty-voiced question.

"Sure you can take it, tough guy?"

The smug smirk says 'bring it on'. So you do.

Jake froze in place, arms straight as he felt you push on his middle and when you hear him laugh again you decide to add to the challenge and slowly sit on his back.

As soon as you are secure, Jake gets back to his previous rhythm, not even a hint of strain or intention of slowing down.

When Rooster takes in the scene, he knows Hangman probably doesn't even remember he's still in the room. The both of you are too deep in the play with each other.

His suspicion is confirmed when you only notice that he stopped, stood up and got his bag when he dropped it next to you.

"I'm done," is all he says before he heads out as he hears your comment to the man under you.

"What? That's it for you too, Hangman?"

Bradley turns back when he hears your yelp. Seeing how Jake has thrown you off his back and moved to cage you in under him, resuming the push-ups.

"Had your fun, sweetheart?" You are rendered speechless as the blonde whispers so close to you.

Bending so low that he can press his body against yours, Jake is grazing your nose with his as your lips almost touch before pushing away again.

Shaking his head, Rooster yells back at you two to "get a room" before he leaves.

737 notes - Posted November 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

What happens in Vegas

Jake Seresin x Reader

Summary: After a disastrous family gathering supposedly celebrating their engagement, Rooster and Phoenix decide to get married in Vegas with the squad and a few friends present and somehow you wake up in the last place you ever expected to be...

Warnings: enemies to lovers, nudity, implied/mentions of (drunk) sex, leaving this kinda empty bc it would be too much spoiler about the plot, pff what plot?, size difference, unprotected sex, some warnings left out so dead dove do not eat

note: most of the original draft was left out from this, including the smut, soooo maybe part 2 coming soon? 🙈

~ 800 word

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1,109 notes - Posted November 13, 2022

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[marvelmusing]

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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[banditthewriter]

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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[russosafehaven]

william thurber with a writer s/o who he does illustrations for. the two of them spend hours working on books together and spending hours in stationery stalls. dates to libraries and parks to find inspiration. they spend hours in the city figuring out the best way to portray the worlds they build together.

billy russo with a writer s/o who he encourages to quit their job to focus on their novel. offering to supply them with whatever they need. buying first class tickets to places like paris so that the scenery can be accurate.

the darkling with a writer s/o who’s also a fabrikator. they bind their own books and that’s how the darkling discovered them. his copy of “Lives of Saints” was damaged and Fedyor suggested a Fabrikator who specialised in books. he finds you working on your own novel in your chambers. you’re shocked at first to see him but when he gives you his request you’re more then happy for help. aleksander sits there while he watches you work, finding a page of one of your novels and reading it. by the time you’re done he’s asking for a copy to read on his next deployment

logan delos with a writer s/o who works for delos. they always have a book on hand and write the best storyline’s for westworld. in fact this specific writer has written logan’s favourite storyline’s. they catch his eye in the elevator where they’re reading a beat up copy of little women. later logan shows up in their office, prying into their personal life and somehow they end up on a date to westworld.

caspian x with a writer s/o who works in the royal library. they know every book off by heart and are full of random facts. when caspian is first crowned they’re the one who gives him a book on old narnian traditions. this leads to caspian begging them to come work in the narnian royal library. reluctantly they agree and they’re astonished by the size of it. caspian finds them writing one moment and he asks about it, they talk for hours about the world they’re writing and caspian offers to bring them on the dawntreader to add depth.

benjamin greene with a writer s/o who’s a friend of leo’s and that’s how they meet. they spend most of their time with leo, curled up with him watching the while they write. one day benjamin asks about it and they give him the journal. he returns it the next day gushing about their writing and even leo can see that they’re a better match for benjamin then his mother is. leo confronts benjamin, telling him to break up with julia and ask reader on a date. telling the bespectacled man that they’re a far better suit for him. that night benjamin goes to bed thinking about leo’s words. a few months later reader is getting their first novel published thanks to benjamin’s help.

ryan brenner with a writer s/o who he meets on a train one day. they get to talking and it turns out they’re both drifters. reader tells ryan about what they’re working on at that moment and they end up in a small town somewhere. ryan works on his music while reader works on their novel, it all flows together. eventually they just fit into each other lives perfectly. the lines between friendship and romance are blurred but it works for their unconventional lifestyle.

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[fific7]

White Wedding Pt 2

Logan Delos x Reader

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

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

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

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

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(My Photo Edit)

It's a nice day to start again

It's a nice day for a white wedding

It's a nice day to start again

Hey little sister, who is it you're with

Hey little sister, what's your vice and wish

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Logan lifted his head, a huge smile on his face, and looked along the length of his … willing?… bed partner’s body. He was having the time of his damn life.

She seemed compliant, so she must be willing… right? Apart from when her hips jerked up when he first licked her, she’d lain there without struggling and the only thing he’d heard were some very soft, low moans as he slowly got his mojo back, enthusiastically licking her then sucking at her clit.

He vaguely heard the footsteps behind him, and groaned. That fucking Beta. “Mr Delos,” he heard. He steadfastly ignored her and continued thrusting his tongue into the honeypot his lips were currently sucking on.

The honeypot which had grown steadily wetter since the second his tongue was inside it. And he was very much her willing honeybee.

“Mr Delos!” Now she was almost shouting.

He momentarily paused, growling at her without looking up that no way had 15 minutes already gone past, before resuming his enthusiastic efforts.

“Mr Delos… twenty minutes have now gone past. Please stop!... now.”

He planted his hands even more firmly into the soft flesh he was currently holding onto and with a dissatisfied groan, stood up.

“Okay, okay… not touching, see?” and waggled his hands at her, jazz-style. He stepped closer to the Beta and she hastily backed off.

He continued in a determined tone, “I want her. How do I go about this, now?”

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As if you were deep in some kind of trippy-like dream, you heard these words of his, sounding like they were coming from far, far away.

“I want her. How do I go about this, now?”

What?! your brain screamed, continuing immediately with ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod… you had been trafficked, you must’ve been!! What other explanation could there be for the strange, awful situation you found yourself in?

Which also very annoyingly included you lying there feeling like a deep pool of over-stimulated nerve endings. Needy for more… and wet as the ocean itself. You vowed to take a whole handful of those damn inhibitors when you got back to your apartment.

“Please follow me to our CEO’s office,” the Beta had replied to him, “…and all the arrangements will be finalised. You will be able to take her with you today.”

“Excellent,” you heard his deep voice reply, and it now sounded like he was almost purring, “lead the way.” Now he didn’t sound sulky at all, in fact there was an edge of excitement in his tone.

Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod……. NO! this can’t be happening. It can’t be. Your doped up brain struggled to comprehend what was going on.

You heard the Suite door open and close, and then there were two pairs of hands on you… unclamping the wrist and ankle restraints, pulling the sheets off you. Your eyes screwed up involuntarily… the light in the room, while muted, was still too bright for your suddenly sensitive eyes. Your yoga pants were put back on you and you were encouraged to stand up, before being led into a large shower room at the back of the Scenting Suite.

You were handed some shampoo and shower gel, told to undress and shower. This you did, hoping that it would help clear your head somewhat. Your mind began racing as you stood naked below the warm rainfall shower.

Trying to figure out just what these psycho LPV people were up to.

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Logan shook the Alpha female CEO’s hand, noting how her eyes roamed over his tall figure, and gave an involuntary small shudder. He’d made sure never to hook up with one of these crazy women again after an early and pretty disturbing experience with one of them.

She indicated two chairs over by the floor-to-ceiling windows, and he settled into one of them. Once she’d seated herself, she sent a predatory smile his way, “So.. Mr Delos. You’ve chosen our Platinum Omega, I hear?”

He nodded, “Yes. I need a wife and damn quick. She seems to be the perfect solution to my little… problem.”

“Well, it’s an excellent choice if I do say so myself. She’s never been claimed, never been scented or sampled before you did today…. all virgin territory for you.” He knew she’d noticed the way his lips parted and his tongue ran over his bottom lip when he’d heard those words. He could still taste her. Goddamn. He needed a moment, shifting uncomfortably in the chair, subtly adjusting his trousers.

She side-eyed him, “What do you know about Platinum Omegas?” He shrugged, “Almost nothing. Just that they are - to quote your employee - the elite of the elite?” She smiled, “Exactly that, Mr Delos. And super rare. She’s the only one we’ve had in here for about a decade. Platinums are exactly the same as other Omegas… but… just extra in every sense. They are more beautiful, more fertile, more intelligent, more highly sexed…” Logan raised an eyebrow. “You will find this out,” she smirked, “she will not be… umm… unavailable to you outside of her heat.” She smirked again, “They are also not particularly submissive like some Omegas, so I hope you are prepared for that?”

Logan smirked right back, “I’m getting more intrigued by the moment. And more than looking forward to getting to know my Platinum. What is her name?” She told him. And he pondered for a second, before commenting, “A beautiful name… for a beautiful? .. lady.” “You will find out very shortly, Mr Delos.”

The CEO then clapped her hands lightly, startling him out of his daydream. “Let’s get down to business.” She lifted a sleek tablet from the coffee table which sat between them. “Could you just…. right index finger and then your left ring finger, please.”

Logan applied the two fingers she mentioned, one after the other, to the scanning boxes on the screen. He heard two small bleeps, she smiled and closed down the tablet, placing it back on the coffee table.

“Okay… it was as easy as that, Mr Delos. Pleasure doing business…” she stood and held out her hand for him to shake.

A Beta appeared as if from nowhere and the CEO gave him one last smile as he was led to an adjoining room. There was a large two-way mirror with a large plush armchair in front of it. “Please make yourself comfortable, Mr Delos. Everything will be finalised very shortly.”

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When you stepped out of the shower, hanging next to it was a long flowing white linen dress, with some lacy lingerie looped over the hanger and a pair of sleek white high-heeled shoes below it. Your own clothes had vanished. Sighing heavily, your still sluggish brain supposed that you were to put these on. Would they even fit?

The bra was a balcony style contraption, pushing your breasts together and up. You eye-rolled, thinking that it must be guys who designed these things because anyone with actual breasts would know that they were in fact instruments of torture. The underwear was a thong. Great, just great, now you’d also be walking around with that uncomfortably crammed up your ass-crack. Once you’d levered yourself into the lingerie, you pulled on the linen maxi, liking the way the thin straps lay on your shoulders and the loose but still clinging fabric draped your figure. It was fairly low cut but not overly so, showing just a hint of the swell of your breasts below.

Slipping on the heels, you took a look in the full-length mirror which was fixed to the shower room door, and laughed. You looked like you were going to a music festival. All you needed was a headband and a stack of bangles. And no doubt exactly how your mother may have dressed at some point.

A pang of sadness floated to the surface of your consciousness about your parents, dead too soon in a car crash. You’d have been with them if you hadn’t been left with your aunt while your parents went on one of their ‘little adventures’. Which could last weeks if not months before they rolled back up to reclaim you. But that time, they hadn’t ever come back. Your aunt - who had willingly more or less singlehandedly brought you up at that stage - just lovingly made it 100% of the time without turning a hair, and you’d been so, so grateful to her.

You heard one of the Betas behind you, looking round the shower room door at you. “Please follow me to the CEO’s office.”

As you stood outside the imposing double doors of the office, you thought you felt another little sharp scratch at your neck but as your hand flew up behind your hair and you quickly looked round, there was nothing there and the Beta had disappeared.

The doors opened, and the CEO Alpha female you’d met only once when you’d first arrived at LPV smiled widely at you. “Come in, come in…” she welcomed you, and guided you toward two chairs by the windows. Before you got there, she stayed you with a hand on your arm, turning you towards a large fireplace behind you, “Do you like my new antique mirror?” You looked at her like she was a fruit loop, but obediently looked at the huge mirror placed above the mantelpiece of the fireplace. It was very baroque, all golden bronze swirls and whatnot. Not your kinda thing, but you politely replied, “Oh yes, it’s … uhh.. stunning.”

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Logan gaped at the vision in front of him in the two-way mirror.

That was exactly what he’d been thinking.

His sense of excitement heightened even more.

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Once you’d finally been able to sit in one of the chairs by the window, the CEO picked up a tablet from the coffee table and said, “You won’t mind just quickly checking in for me, would you?”

This was standard practice when you were moving around the compound. No doubt some kind of Big Brother tracking system, you thought, cynicism rife. Keep an eye on the little girlies, let’s make sure we’ve always got them locked down. And while you appreciated the safety, security and peace of LPV, sometimes its procedures were just freaking annoying and frankly intrusive too. Like.. who has to scan their fingerprint when they use their own damn bathroom?!

Mentally eye-rolling, you nevertheless held up your right index finger and placed it against the box on the screen, however as you leant back in your chair the CEO said, “Oh… sorry! As you’re in my private office, there’s a second element of security. Another random finger swipe.” She reached over and made a show of deciding which finger, before grabbing your left ring finger and pressing it without delay onto a second box.

She released your finger and tapped something on the screen, the tablet gave out a few confirmatory bleeps and she closed it down, turning to you with a beaming smile.

“Well!” she lightly clapped her hands and you jumped, vaguely remembering she’d done that when you’d met her the first time too. She said your name, reaching across the coffee table and taking your hand, “It’s been a pleasure having you here the past couple of years, you know. Platinums like you are so rare nowadays and we’ve been so happy to keep you safe and away from the mainstream for that short amount of time.”

A cold finger of fear ran right down your spine. You knew what a “Goodbye and good luck” speech sounded like.

Your eyes widened, and you heard yourself stutter, “B-but I’ve paid for 10 years… you… I can’t..” before your mouth gave up working,

She patted your hand. “It’s your time, you know. Time to procreate and keep that line of Platinums in existence. And time for me to congratulate you… because you just got married. Congratulations and all the very best to you in your future life!”

You leapt out of your seat, ripping your hand away from hers. “What… did you say?” Surprisingly you heard your voice and it wasn’t a frightened squeak… which is absolutely what you were vibing… but a low, menacing hiss.

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Logan watched his new wife’s hot-as-hell reaction to the news of their wedding, and his head involuntarily fell back against the chair back.

He couldn’t believe how hard he was. After months… months… of no action down below, none at all… his spirits now soared.

Truth be told, that had been the main - and highly secret - reason that he’d been so opposed to the instant wedding thing when his dad had sprung it on him.

Old Logan would’ve nodded “yeah whatever”, flipped his dad off, married some stupid rich bitch then left her alone in their big mansion while he went out on the town with numerous side pieces of whatever flavour.

New Logan… ahhh, different matter. After all the substance abuse, and the long stint in rehab while he dried out, got weaned off the powders and pills, and navel-gazed for weeks on end, he’d begun to think his dick was broken. Like, permanently broken. It just didn’t work any more. He’d tried masturbating, had watched so much porn and looked at so many sex sites online that he’d actually got bored with them, sat watching the real-life California girls in their micro-bikinis on the beach at Malibu. He’d taken STD tests in case he’d somehow picked up any nasties along the way, although he always used a condom. Clean as a whistle.

No. Nope. Nada. Not even a twitch. Not a flicker of interest.

And that was a big problem for a man like Logan Delos, Playboy Supreme and known for sticking his dick into any available and willing orifices he could find, on a regular basis. He knew he had a manwhore rep… and he kinda liked it.

But now… imagine he hooked up with someone and they started spreading the word around that Logan Delos couldn’t get it up? He felt his face heat up even as the thought raced through his mind.

So he’d stayed away from everyone. Went out for meals and drinks, sure, but at the end of the night?… the date was put in a cab and sent home, sight unseen. Or sight unfucked, he should say.

Logan Delos had been an actual freaking monk for the last however many months.

Now though… fondly he looked down at the tent in his trousers.

Logan Jr was back in town! And ready to rock n’ roll.

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She looked up at you calmly as you stood there, quivering with fear and anger pulsing through your veins. Shecan’tdothis shecan’tdothis shecan’tdothis! Can she? a little voice at the back of your mind questioned.

“You signed up for this in your contract, my dear,” she explained, as if speaking to a recalcitrant child. “I never.. no I didn’t!” you yelled, and her mouth formed a little moue of disapproval. She sighed, picking up the tablet once more and tapping some words into a search field. She scrolled through a document which had loaded onto the screen before handing it over to you to read.

There was that clause you hadn’t ever liked right from the word go, about the scenting and sampling. But now it was longer, a few lines longer.

“If you are chosen by an Alpha after a scenting/sampling session, you hereby agree to live with or be married to your Alpha in perpetuity. You hereby agree to have sex with him in any way he wishes and whenever he wishes, and you hereby agree to procreate with him, as often as he requires. You hereby agree to obey your Alpha in all things.”

And there was your signature, right on the line underneath it. They’d wanted you to sign this particular paragraph on its own in addition to the overall contract, which you’d also signed.

You looked up at her, horrified. “You… you complete bitch! You hid those lines from me on the original contract! I would never have agreed to this if I’d known! Never!”

She smirked at you, “You’re mistaken, dear. The whole paragraph was visible throughout the signing session. You must’ve been so flustered by the scenting/sampling issue that you omitted to read the full thing.” She whipped the tablet back from you, searching for another document before showing you that too. It was a marriage certificate, stating that you and a Logan … Delos?… were legally married in the state of California today. 10 minutes ago.

You could feel your shoulders droop in defeat. “I can’t believe you’ve done this to me. I want to go back to my apartment and think about this.” She shook her head, “Not possible, I’m afraid. You will go to your new husband’s house today, in fact…” she looked at her Patek Phillippe wristwatch, “…you’ll be leaving in 15 minutes. Your clothes and possessions are already packed and in his SUV.”

You tilted up your chin aggressively, “And what about the balance of the money I paid to stay here? I want it back!” She shook her head. “No, dear. That.. and a very generous donation from Mr Delos… will go towards us carrying on with our worthy and philanthropic cause at LPV. To shield and preserve Omegas so they can procreate and continue the genes. If we hadn’t kept you safe here, you… a Platinum Omega.. would’ve been scooped up by some low-life, put in a baby farm and your genes would’ve been so diluted, they’d never have carried forward. Now, you have a handsome, rich husband - a Dark Alpha - who has a very high sex drive ..so he should be able to handle you, dear. Don’t think we haven’t noticed just how many inhibitors you take, even when you don’t have to. You will have gorgeous children, one or more of whom may be pure Platinum, pure Dark or an exciting mix of Dark and Platinum. Such a child could eventually rule the world. We have done you such a big favour, my dear… and one day you will realise that.”

Her talk of genes and suchlike made you distinctly uneasy, and wondered if in a previous life she’d happened to be a supporter of a horrible little guy who’d sported an equally horrible little toothbrush moustache.

You wanted to reply and tell her exactly where to stick her ‘big favour’ but your eyelids began to droop. Your last conscious thought was that they really knew how to get their dope doses right on the money… enough time for you to digitally sign the marriage certificate then BOOM… out like a light.

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Logan drove a lot more carefully than usual up the PCH, his precious cargo asleep in the back seat. He’d been more than a little perturbed when they’d carried her out, already unconscious and placed her in his SUV.

He’d looked at the Beta who seemed to have been designated as his minder until he was off the premises. “Uhhh.. mind telling me exactly what I’m to tell the cops when they pull me over for speeding on the way home and find out I’ve got an unconscious female in my back seat?”

The Beta stared straight ahead, “You tell them the truth, Mr Delos, and show them your marriage certificate. Law enforcement in this state are all aware of the services LPV provides and you will have no issues. Oh…” now she did look at him, “…and don’t speed.”

He grunted, irritated, thinking “nobody likes a smartass”…totally ignoring the fact… of course… that he was the biggest of big smartasses himself.

He felt like a kid again with a shiny new toy, a toy he didn’t know how to work yet. What did he do when he got her home? Move her right into his bedroom and his bed? She was his wife after all. Legally and all that shit. He could stop the car and take her right now if he wanted to and she couldn’t object. Or could she?

Uneasily, his mind went back to her protestations in the CEO’s office. They hadn’t pulled the wool over her eyes, had they? She said she didn’t know anything about the marriage section on that paragraph, and the CEO said she did. Who was gaslighting who? He really didn’t know, and to be honest it wasn’t really his problem. They were legally married - she’d signed off on that clause on the original contract and her fingerprints were scanned onto the marriage certificate so hey, no problem, right?

He hadn’t been able to hear what the CEO had said to her right before her fingers were scanned, however he’d seen both fingers being scanned… willingly… onto that document. So, hey MS Platinum.. deal with it.

And give it up for your new husband.

Logan’s dark eyes closed for a second before reopening, a glint of excitement in them.

He couldn’t fucking wait.

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

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

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

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the great city of Chicago!

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

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

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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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