*FACE DOWN FISTING BANGING THE TABLE* YESSSSSSSSSS

*FACE DOWN FISTING BANGING THE TABLE* YESSSSSSSSSS

LET’S GO RAFE, LET’S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Do you have anymore snippets of jealous Rafe? I ate that last snippet UP girl. I would do awful things for a man like Rafe 🥰

YES! In honor of OBX 4 stuff coming out, let’s have a snippet!!

18+ MDNI | mentions of sex, prostitution.

“Hey—don’t I know you from somewhere?”

Logan was horrified, pure panic seeping into her bones as she stared at the man across from her, one hand clutching at the grocery bag while the other rested against her chest, her heart racing from being startled and trying to get out of the store before Biya realized what she bought.

She last saw the man standing not five feet from her several months ago. One of her first clients, Logan wasn’t sure if she should feel relieved or offended that he didn’t remember her. She was without a full face of makeup, and she supposed in the oversized t-shirt and distressed cut offs, she didn’t look anywhere near as good as she usually did in lingerie and heels.

“Um…” Any eloquence she pretended to have flew out the window as she stared back at him with wide eyes, “I—don’t think so?”

He came closer, tucking the expensive sunglasses into the front of his button down shirt, the crisp white sleeves folded up to his elbows. “You look so familiar,” he eyed her closely, “did I buy you a drink…?”

Logan winced, vaguely remembering how thick the alcohol had been on his breath when he tried to stick his tongue down her throat. But instead she said, “Not that I remember?”

He reached forward to touch her elbow, eyes sweeping her face and Logan took a step back, attention flicking off to the side as a few uniformed officers got out of their squad car, heading into the nearby deli for lunch and Logan tried to roll through all the information she knew about North Carolina’s legal system, when she felt a hand slide along her shoulder, another moving to back the man in front of her up.

“Everything alright here, baby?”

Logan glanced sideways to see Rafe Cameron standing there, his own expensive sunglasses across his face as he stared down at the man who approached her. Rafe towered over them both, and Logan watched the man release her arm, shaking his head back and forth, “Sorry, I thought I recognized her…”

“I don’t know where from,” Rafe shifted and Logan had never been so relieved to have Rafe this close to her, his hand lifting from her as he moved just enough that his shoulder was in front of her now, “we’re on our honeymoon. From the West Coast.”

“I must be mistaken…” The man scrambled as he took another step beck and Rafe nodded in agreement with him, “sorry to have bothered you. Congratulations, by the way. Enjoy your visit…”

It was one of the most awkward moments Logan had ever experienced, and Rafe waited until the man turned the corner until he turned to look at her.

“Honeymoon?” Logan arched an eyebrow, “Really?”

“A thank you would be sufficient.” Rafe slipped his hands into his pockets, “Or do they not teach manners at Kildare High?”

“Oh they teach us something, alright…”

NOOOOOOOOO DONT WALK OFFFFFF

Can we have a snippet of their argument where Rafe finds out about her sex work? I’m needing some angry Rafe in my life rn 😂

I can do that!!

MDNI | 18+ | mentions of sex, sex work, language, lots of anger

Logan slammed the car door as hard as she could, the sound echoing all around the marsh as she walked around it and towards the house. A second door opened and closed just as forcefully behind her, and she just made it onto the porch before looking over her shoulder, Rafe Cameron standing at the bottom of the stairs, halfway between the porch and her Jeep as he rested his hands on his hips, nostrils flaring.

“Are you coming inside to yell or are you going to be uncivilized out here?”

“Tell me it’s a fucking joke, Lo,” Rafe drug a hand across his face and jaw, shaking it back and forth, “tell me this isn’t happening.”

Logan let her bag slide off her shoulder before it hit the ground, “It’s not a joke.”

Rafe pursed his lips, eyes staring back at her in a way that would have unnerved her before they started hooking up, before she knew him. “What?”

“It. Is. Not. A. Joke.” Logan enunciated each of the words, “I fuck people for money, good money. I—haven’t in a few weeks, but I was. Before.”

“While we’ve been together?” Logan nodded and Rafe slipped his hands into his hair, gripping the strands at the root as he shook his head back and forth, pacing a short line in the grass, “What the fuck, Logan?”

“Look. If you’re worried about STDs or—”

“That’s not what I’m fucking worried about!” Rafe all but yelled, whirling around to walk towards her, taking the steps up to the porch, “Logan! God—are you this fucking dumb?”

“Fuck you!” Logan shoved his chest but he held his ground, the jaw muscle she’d kissed countless times flexing as he gritted his teeth hard enough she thought one might crack, “Fuck you—you have no right—”

“I have no right?” Rafe was on her quick, hand sliding around her bicep before he walked her back to the house, her back hitting the closed front door, “Why don’t you tell me again that I have no right to be pissed off about this when I was balls deep inside you three hours ago!”

“You don’t under—”

Rafe’s voice lowered and Logan swallowed thickly, her eyes glued to his as he stared back at her with so much intensity she thought she might forget to breathe, “Then you better open that fucking mouth and make me understand.” He released her, taking a few steps away from her as he flexed his fingers out before clenching them again, “Because I’m about to walk off this fucking porch and never look back.”

“Not even me?”

RAFE CAMERON, YOU AINT SLICK I KNOW YOU TRYIN TO PLAY OUT YOUR BREEDING KINK!!!

Them not using a condom 🥵 I can’t wait

18+ | MDNI | Smut

Logan tilted her head back, fingers gliding along his shoulders as he rutted into her, his hand lifting to run down her leg before taking himself into his hand. “C’mon, Lo…”

“No one gets me raw, Rafe,” Logan moaned when he drug the head of his cock along her soaked panties, “fuck.”

“Not even me?” Rafe glanced down to where he was, teasing her through the wet material, “You know I’m clean…”

“It’s not…ugh,” Logan arched when he slipped inside her underwear, the thick head of his cock brushing her lips, slowly teasing her as she clenched around nothing. Her breath came out in pants, her body desperately begging her to agree, Rafe grinding into her, his eyes dark as he watched his cock slide fully inside her underwear.

“You were saying?”

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?)