If This Is Who I Think It Is

…if this is who I think it is…

Can we get another Rafe/Logan snippet? 😍

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18+ MDNI | language, minor violence

Chaos erupted almost immediately.

Startled shouts and swears echoing all around. The glass landed on the ground not but five seconds later, just barely missing the guy’s bare foot. Ron was in absolute shock and Logan felt Ellie’s hands on her shoulders as the guy shot up from the lounge chair, his own face twisted in anger. But before he could reach Logan, Rafe and Topper were in the middle of it, Topper pushing the guy back as Rafe hauled Logan away, everyone panting, chests heaving.

“The fuck is going on?” Rafe stared down at her and Logan shoved his hands away, her own shaking from the adrenaline rushing through her veins.

“Ask him,” Logan lunged but Rafe caught her by the waist, her arm and finger extended in the guy’s direction…

LOGANNNNNNN

BABY ANGEL I SWEAR HE HAS ONLY EYES FOR YOUUUUUU

Do you have a snippet of Logan getting jealous we could see? If not, could we see Rafe getting jealous/territorial?

Oooooh. Ok—ok, I see you. 😆😉

18 + MDNI | language, mentions of sex, jealousy, self deprecation.

Logan could feel the muscles in her arms working as she shook the cocktail shaker, scanning the area like she normally did, taking a mental count of the amount of people, who had drinks, who didn’t, and who would be approaching soon. She used to scan for attractive guys who might hand over a few more bills if she flirted or smiled at them, but due to the man about thirty feet away, leaning against one of the high top tables, she didn’t have much interest in doing that tonight.

He looked good, dressed in all black, the shiny tuxedo stripe along the side of his pants catching in the light. He wore his rings, the same ones that had left light indentations along her inner thigh the night before, but it was the small gold band he had on his pinky that made her heart palpitate.

“What’s with the smile?”

Logan glanced over at Amy, watching her friend lift a carefully sculpted eyebrow, “Nothing. Just thinking of a funny story.”

“Uh-huh,” Amy rolled her eyes but left it alone, knowing that when Logan latched on to a secret, it would be a cold day in hell before she spilled, “whatever you say, Lo.”

Logan busied herself with pouring the blush colored liquid, handing it off to one of the waiting servers and as she took a few seconds to breathe and wipe down the bar, she did a double take back in Rafe’s direction.

He was talking with a few guys she knew he’d gone to school with, but it was the beautiful blonde approaching that kept her attention. She was tall, nearly as tall as Rafe in the Louboutins she wore and Logan bit her lip hard as she watched the girl slide her hand along Rafe’s bicep, the other two guys he was in mid-conversation with offering a friendly smile and greeting. Clearly they all knew each other and it was then that reality slammed into her harder than anything she’d ever experienced.

Her stomach dropped and heart lurched, her neck heating too quickly as she realized she wasn’t part of that world. And no matter how many times Rafe paid for a nice dinner or fixed her car, she never would be.

The woman, who was currently resting her beautifully manicured hand along Rafe’s shoulder as they all spoke, was gorgeous. Her hair was highlighted flawlessly, curled to perfection down her back in a way Logan was almost sure she hadn’t seen since she watched the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show.

Her makeup was expertly applied, the winged eyeliner identical and sharp on both sides, her lipstick the perfect shade of red to match her skin tone. Logan ran her eyes down the woman, taking in the way the black sequined dress both hung off and hugged her figure as if the dress itself was made for her, the muscles in her legs some that would rival those of any runway model.

Logan could see her jewelry from here, could see that it was designer, each piece more than her monthly rent, hell, the scratch and scuff free red-bottoms punctuated her wealth.

She was very well the opposite of everything Logan had to offer. Fading brown box dye covered her strands with roots that were starting to become an issue, eyeliner that never looked like the same person applied it, let alone identical, and costume jewelry that no doubt was turning Rafe’s finger green with each passing second.

“Are you alright?” Logan inhaled sharply, eyes finding Amy as her friend set down the jigger she was using, a heavy frown crossing her forehead, “Lo? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Logan’s response was too quick, too watery, the underwire of the new bra she bought for tonight digging uncomfortably into her ribcage and making it hard to take a deep breath, “I’m fine.”

“The hell you are.” Amy glanced around, as if she were trying to figure out what set her normally unshakable friend off, “Is it Chris? I was afraid he’d be here—”

“No,” Logan shook her head, “no. God no. I haven’t seen him.”

“Then—”

“I um—” Logan ran a hand along the back of her neck, feeling the warm and sweaty skin, “Can I take five? I need a cigarette.”

“I thought you were trying to quit—“

“Amy.” Logan inhaled sharply, “please. Just let me take a fucking minute.”

Amy nodded and Logan almost died of embarrassment right there when she turned around right into a server carrying a tray of empty glasses. Two or three knocked into each other, and despite him trying to catch them, two more plummeted to the ground before shattering into several pieces, everyone in the area, including Rafe and his friends, turning to look at the scene.

Logan closed her eyes tightly. “Fuck.”

You'll Be Safe - Chapter Five

“Maybe all the people who say ghosts don’t exist are just afraid to admit that they do.”- Michael Ende; The Neverending Story

We’re shouting and screaming, your majesty

Are game of thrones cuties alive and well? I kinda wanna add GoT to my writing list :)

(Perhaps you've got ideas for Jon Snow/Jaime Lannister/Robb Stark imagines?)

Heyy girly love your work!! Is there any updates for ‘fuck everything, but mostly fuck you’ ? No rush!! Absolutely love this story and how you write the character dynamics

Hello anon! I’m so sorry for how long this story has been on hiatus! I’ve just moved states and starting grad so it’s been really hectic! I do intend on finishing this story tho! It has a very special and dear place in my heart!

YOUR HONOR, I LOVE THEM!!!

Can we get a little bitty snippet of the overstimulation? 👀

👀

18+ MDNI | Oral sex, mentions of sex, sex.

Logan giggled as Rafe lifted her up and onto the hard surface of the counter, her fingers sinking into his hair as he mouthed and kissed her throat, his hand frantically moving to pull at her skirt, groaning when he finally pushed it up enough to slip his fingers under.

“Tell me you’ve been bare all day.”

“All day.” Logan all but purred into his neck, teeth scraping against his Adam’s apple as he stroked her inner thigh, “I left them in your bed…”

“Fuck, Lo,” Rafe hissed when she wound a leg around his own, pulling him that much closer, his fingers teasing her under her skirt, “how am I supposed to go back out there knowing you aren’t wearing underwear?”

Logan lifted her hands to run up his chest, fingers feeling the many buttons of his shirt as she kissed the underside of his chin, “You can fill me up first…?”

Rafe almost came in his pants, whining as he lifted his hand to cup her jaw, kissing her deeply. “I don’t have time, baby.” He kicked himself for turning her down, but he knew they’d be interrupted if they did, his dad was watching him closely and if he was gone that long Ward would surely know. “But…”

Logan threw her head back when he slipped his fingers inside her, head resting against the mirror as Rafe set the pace. She bit her lip, letting out those noises that drove him wild, his eyes glued to the space between her legs as she eagerly sucked him in.

“I’ve been good, Rafe…”

“I know, baby,” he brushed his thumb across her clit and Logan whined, “you’ve been so good tonight. Putting up with all of these assholes.”

Logan’s first orgasm washed over her quickly, and she was almost embarrassed how fast she came around his fingers, breathing heavily through her nose when Rafe groaned, pulling out to see how she coated him. While he had just enough restraint to not fuck her right then and there, he didn’t have enough to deny himself a treat, lifting her up and spinning her around towards the plush chair in the corner, Logan clutching at his shoulders as he got to his knees, diving into her waiting pussy.

Logan felt electrified, head tilting back as Rafe parted her legs, tongue rolling into her at a pace that promised more, her fingers digging into his perfectly combed hair as he demanded a second orgasm from her. His eyes lifted to look at her and Logan’s lips parted, her thighs shaking as he sucked on her clit, his fingers easing back into her.

“Rafe…”

He hummed around her and Logan’s entire body jolted, a startled cry falling from her mouth as he nipped and then sucked again, his fingers moving faster. Her thighs tried to squeeze his head but he held them back, shaking his head at her as he pulled off and slipped his tongue back inside, his fingers toying with her wet clit.

“Fuck.” Logan arched and squirmed and Rafe only continued his pace, tongue and fingers working together to give her a third orgasm, her voice echoing around the empty locker room as she cried out and moaned his name, her hips rolling into his face.

She expected him to let up, to kiss her thighs and make a comment about wanting her wet the entire night until he could fuck her properly after, but he only dove in again and Logan gasped, shaking her head back and forth as he lifted his eyes to her face, “Rafe—Rafe. Too much, oh my God. Too much...too much!” Her body lurched and she squealed when he brushed his knuckle against her, grinning as she giggled softly, tugging him away from her clit and up to her, arms wrapping around his shoulders as they kissed deeply.

She tasted herself, Rafe’s mouth and chin dripping, and he lifted up to rest his hands on the arms of the chair, hovering above her enough they could see each other. “I’ll pick you up after work,” he promised softly, fingers running up her neck, tilting her chin to better see her eyes, “and I’ll fill you up then.”

Logan nodded, gently taking his thumb into her mouth, Rafe groaning as she licked and kissed it, his eyes darkening and pants tightening enough that he regretted not trying for a quickie. However a knock sounded on the locked door and he was quickly reminded why he didn’t try, pulling his thumb from her lips before he leaned down to kiss Logan softly before he stood to deal with his dad.