Logan & Rafe: *basking In Each Others Love And Being Soft And Domestic And All That Jazz*

Logan & Rafe: *basking in each other’s love and being soft and domestic and all that jazz*

JJ: I GOTTA PISS

Can we get a snippet of JJ interrupting them? 👀

We can have that 😉

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18+ MDNI | Language, shower sex, smut, sex interrupted.

Logan slipped her fingers into Rafe’s hair, forehead pressed to his as they kissed slowly. The steam from the shower filled the small room, and Logan was so thankful for the window shedding just a little light into the bathroom, making three thirty in the afternoon feel a little more romantic than it normally did. Rafe’s fingers spread along her spine and Logan arched into him, breasts pressing lightly into his chest, the hard metal of her piercing contrasting with her soft skin as he deepened the kiss, inhaling sharply through her nose when she gently nudged him with her knee. 

“Ever done it in the shower?”

Rafe nodded, lifting a hand to slide along the base of her throat as she felt the shower wall against her back, a slow moan slipping from her mouth as he squeezed gently, thumb pressing to the middle of her throat. “Could kiss you all day.”

“Please,” Logan breathed against his lips and Rafe groaned, hand flattening out along her back and running along the curve of her spine until he was able to palm the fleshy part of her ass. Water droplets stuck to their eyelashes and Logan lifted a hand to brush some of his hair away from his forehead, her lips grazing his jawline.

She drug her hands down his chest, her gaze following their path as she teased his nipples, eyes shooting to his face to see his reaction before drifting lower, feeling the fine hair below his navel that traveled south. He was hard against her hip, begging for attention and she gave it to him willingly, fingers circling his length before her thumb brushed across his tip, Rafe’s head tilting back breathlessly as she teased him. “I’m so hard, Lo…”

“I know you are,” Logan stroked him slowly, teasingly, as she pressed a light kiss to his collarbones, “you’ve been so patient today.” He nodded, swallowing thickly as she increased the speed and pressure, her own eyes flickering down to see him reddening further, his smooth head just begging for a kiss, “Have you been good, Rafe?”

Rafe’s hips jolted as she cupped his balls and he groaned, arm sliding around her to pull her closer, mouth connecting with her own as he kissed her senselessly. His other hand gently lifted her leg up, locking it along the crease of his elbow before he wrapped his other hand around hers and Logan gasped when he brushed the space between her legs, her body calling to his as he teased her, coating himself in her before he slipped inside. 

The stretch was good at this angle, her head falling back against the shower wall as Rafe eased his way inside of her, his lips attaching to her ear as she adjusted to the size and position, squeezing him tightly to let him know just how much she was enjoying it. “Let me in, baby,” Rafe begged, hips pausing, “you’re so tight.”

Logan closed her eyes, mouth opening to kiss him just as a loud noise sounded from somewhere inside the house, both of them tensing immediately. However, before they were able to respond to the noise or move, another loud sound came from the closed bathroom door. “Let me in!”

JJ sounded just a little frantic and Logan had to shake her head to try to clear it, unsure how to respond with Rafe seated so deep inside of her, filling her so well. “What…?”

“Let me in,” JJ knocked again, “I gotta take a piss. Open the door.”

“I’m literally in the shower!” Logan pressed her forehead to Rafe’s shoulder to muffle her moan as Rafe nudged that spot he loved to tease, “Wait like…twenty minutes.”

Rafe snorted into her neck and Logan drug her hand up his stomach and around his hip, squeezing his ass warningly, her mind briefly drifting to how firm it was as he smiled knowingly down at her. 

“Lo-gan!” JJ whined, “I gotta go and we’re in a hurry!”

“We?” Logan’s voice reached a higher octave as Rafe snapped his hips and she squeezed her eyes closed, a soft pant leaving her mouth as the bathroom door opened. Logan gasped, gripping Rafe’s shoulders as she whipped her head in the direction of the door, glad that they were hidden by the green opaque shower curtain, “What the fuck, JJ?!”

“I gotta piss!” The toilet seat landed loudly against the porcelain tank and the sound of JJ Maybank peeing filled the room next, Logan squeezing her eyes closed, both angry and mortified she was in this situation right now. “It’ll take like three seconds! Relax.”

Rafe’s body vibrated with silent laughter and Logan only rolled her eyes, her body begging her to move, too full with Rafe to think straight. He seemed to read her thoughts or feel the same way, Rafe slowly moving, Logan shaking her head to keep from crying out when he did. She clutched him to her, nails digging into his back to keep him from moving further as she waited for JJ to finish buttoning his shorts, the toilet flushing a moment later, sending freezing cold water through the pipes. Her boyfriend, in all his Kook experience, had clearly never had this happen before, jumping enough that Logan had to knock the shampoo bottle over to keep his startled hiss from being heard by their intruder.

…if this is who I think it is…

Can we get another Rafe/Logan snippet? 😍

We can!!

Read Wild Winds Here!

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…

Her name is Logan, Ward, and she is worth 10000000 of you!!! 🤬🤬🤬

I love the thought of Rafe being protective over Logan, so your series is definitely for me! 😊

You absolutely do not have to do this if you don't want to, but if you have written any, are we allowed to see a tiny snippet of protective Rafe? It's absolutely okay if not, though!

We can have a small snippet!! A lot of them have spoilers, but this one seems free of them!

18+ | MDNI | Language, canon typical violence.

“I’m going to The Bahamas, son,” Ward shook his head, “and I think it would be a good idea for you to come with me. Clear your head some, get some clarity, get some space.”

“I don’t need space, dad!”

“You do!” Ward rounded the room to push the door closed Rafe was moving towards, “She’s got you so wrapped around her finger, Rafe. It’s not healthy. It’s not good. You’re jeopardizing our entire family for this…this…whor—”

Rafe had Ward slammed into the wall less than three seconds later, the picture frame of Denmark Tammy rattling in warning as he pressed his forearm into his dad’s throat, eyes blazing, gritting his teeth so hard he wouldn’t be surprised if one cracked. A few strands of hair fell along his forehead, and he only pressed harder. He was taller than his dad, and without the coke he was a lot stronger, feet digging into the floor.

“You’re not gonna ever call her that again. Do you understand me?” Rafe’s voice was eerily calm, although his words slipped out from behind clenched teeth…

God, he’s such a bitch I love him

That snippet was absolutely incredible 😍🥵. I'm so excited for Wild Winds! If you are able to and want to, would you please be able to give us another snippet if you have time? Obviously, it's absolutely okay if not, though! ❤️

Yesssss let’s do another snippet! Although this one isn’t spicy!

18+ | MDNI | Mentions of Canon Violence, Language.

Logan slammed the Jeep into park faster than she ever had before, throwing the door open before jumping out. Tannyhill was a fortress, a massive white symbol of wealth and selfishness that just hovered in the background. A few American flag’s scattered around the wrap-around porch and in the distance she could make out the Cameron yacht anchored along the dock. Her sandals smacked against the steps as she hurried up them, eyes wild as she reached the door. Her finger jammed itself into the doorbell twice in a row, one push after another, and she just pressed into it a third time when she felt arms wrap around her body, hauling her off the porch.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Rafe breathed into her ear, manhandling her down the porch, Logan digging her heels into the planks to try to push him off, losing a shoe in the process. Rafe let her go once they turned the corner, the front door opening a second later to reveal Rose Cameron in gardening gloves.

“I’m so sick of these kids…” Rose muttered under her breath before the door closed loudly behind her.

“Let go of me.” Logan shoved Rafe away and he held his hands up in surrender, both of them breathing heavily after their little power struggle, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Rafe hissed back, crowding her into the side of the house to keep her from being seen from any of the windows, “You can’t come here in the middle of the fucking day, you know that.”

Logan shoved him hard, her hand hitting directly into the middle of his chest and Rafe took a step back. She knew it wasn’t from her strength, the man in front of her was a lot stronger than her and there was no doubt in her mind that if he didn’t want to move, he wouldn’t have. “What did you do to Pope?” Logan demanded, hands on her hips as realization fell across his face, the oldest Cameron sibling taking a step back to lean against the porch railing across from her, “Amy told me she saw you and Topper with a golf club and—and JJ says his entire fucking face is bloodied up…”

“It sounds like you don’t need to ask me what happened…” Rafe rested his hands along the railing on either side of him.

“What is wrong with you?” Logan shook her head, “Why—why would you even…”

“Your brother held a gun to Topper’s head, Lo.” Rafe shook his head, “You know that’s a declaration of war.”

“Of war?” Logan threw her head back, hands lifting to drag thorough hair, “Are you fucking…twelve?”

“JJ’s a loose canon,” Rafe shook his head, “I told you to handle that…”

“I am handling it,” Logan took a few steps away, shaking her head back and forth rapidly as she gripped her roots, “but then you go and beat the shit out of Pope? Fucking…Pope? The kid who never does anything wrong? How does that make any fucking sense?!”

“I’m not the enemy here, Logan…”

“Well you’re kinda lookin’ like it,” Logan snapped back, “who walks around and beats people up with a golf club? Topper fucking deserved the gun to his head, Rafe…”

Rafe only lifted a shoulder, his head turned to glance around the porch, as if he expected someone to step out at a moment's notice, “Maybe. Maybe not. I don’t know. I wasn't there. Remember?”

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!

RAFEEEEE

LOOK AT YOUUUUUU

PROTECTING YOUR GIRL

jealous Rafe living rent free in my mind. Is it too much to ask for a jealous snippet? 🙏

I think I can do that! Hahahaha.

MDNI 18+ | Suggestive language, swearing, men being gross

Logan’s morning went by fairly quickly, the oldest Maybank surprised not only by the amount of people golfing, but the amount of people drinking that early in the morning, and true to Amy’s word, the men seemed to love the idea of there being two of them running the card today, as opposed to just Amy. 

“Men are gross,” Amy finished wiping down some of the condensation before she joined Logan in the front seat, hitting the gas a moment later to continue down the cart path, “if one more asks me what we’re both doing after our shift is over…”

Logan laughed, her foot resting on the edge as she steadied herself, Amy taking the path at a quicker speed than it probably called for, “Just tell them they couldn’t handle us.”

Amy laughed at that, nudging Logan with her elbow, “Is your beau here?”

“You don’t have to call him that.”

“But it’s a secret,” Amy emphasized and Logan rolled her eyes. “Is he here? And more importantly, is he gonna tip?”

Logan snorted, “He had an eleven o’clock tee time, so he’s probably somewhere out there. I’m sure we’ll see him during our next pass.”

“Here's a few guys...I dare you to remove your padding,” Amy wiggled her eyebrows as they approached their next group of golfers, “let them see your piercings.” Logan threw her head back with a smile on her face as Amy poked her thigh, “C’mon—better tips. Guaranteed. Let's test my theory.”

“Oh, I know they will be,” Logan hopped out of the cart when it came to a stop, “it’s one of the reasons I got them pierced.”

“And Mr. Big likes them?”

“You can’t call him that,” Logan couldn't help the surprised laugh that escaped her lips, “one—he’s younger than I am and two—”

“His family is rich as fuck,” Amy poked her head around the side of the cart, “I don’t care if he’s younger. He’s basically your Mr. Big.”

“I refuse to acknowledge that nickname.”

Amy watched Logan reach into the front of her tank-top, gently pulling out the padding inside the lining of her sports bra, the two cups resting along the edge of the counter as Logan readjusted herself, “Good?”

“Yeah, they look good,” Amy nodded. “When I get my implants, can I take a photo of yours for inspiration?”

“No,” Logan swatted her friend with the padding before she stashed it in one of the storage slots, “my right tit’s smaller than the left, you don’t want these.”

“But you’re a natural c-cup,” Amy leaned against the side as Logan reached for more napkins, “that’s basically my dream.”

“You’re perfect just the way you are, Ames.” Logan gave her a pointed look, “Besides, I heard you lose sensation after they’ve been done.”

“No shit?”

“What are you two clucking about over here?”

Both Logan and Amy turned to see a few guys walking towards them, their own golf carts not too far away. By the looks of them they appeared to be in their late twenties, the brands and style of their clothing a giveaway of how much money they had. “Hello!” Amy greeted them easily, Logan smiling in response, “Just some girl talk—what can we get you?”

“We’re gonna do some shots,” one of the guys, the one with a full head of dark hair that fell over his eyes grinned, his eyes sweeping across both girls, “if you two do ‘em with us.”

“That’s kinda frowned upon…” Amy kept it light and flirty as she explained they couldn’t do that, but did manage to upsell the guys on three doubles, Logan busing herself with entering their order into the tablet. 

“What time do you get off?” The third guy, the one with a tattoo wrapped around his bulging bicep leaned against the cart, watching Amy reach into the cooler for more ice before he looked towards Logan and she didn’t miss the way his eyes immediately found her tits. “Maybe we can get a rain check on those shots until later…?”

“It might be kinda late by the time we get off,” Amy cracked the mini liquor bottle open before emptying it into the cup of ice, one of the guys having requested a cocktail after his shot, “but if you can make a hole in one…”

The guys laughed at the joke and let down, giving one another a hard time and sharing stories of how close they’ve gotten to a hole in one before, exaggerating their best games while they enjoyed their drinks. Logan finished swiping their cards, laughing at one of the jokes the guys told before handing back the AmEx and giving them a moment to select a tip and sign. The first guy who approached them took out his phone and nodded to the girls, “Can we get a photo? A couple guys in our group didn’t come today and we wanna show them what they’re missing.”

While Logan hardly ever worked the beverage cart on the golf course, she knew from Amy’s stories that men taking photos with her was not an unusual occurrence. So they all crowded together in front of the car, one of the guys taking the photo, and it wasn’t until the guy with the tattoo wrapped his arm fully around Logan’s waist that she heard the sound of an approaching cart. The man held on a little too long after the photo, his fingers spread out along her side and Logan gently, but firmly, lifted his hand off her waist, attempting to keep a smile across her face as Amy wished them well with their golf game. 

“If you give me your number…” The man’s phone was already out and directed towards her, but before Logan could decline a white glove-covered hand reached for it, a familiar presence beside her a second later. 

“Yeah, bro, ‘course.” Rafe’s voice, the one he used right before he laid into someone, sounded and the man only stared in confusion, watching the newcomer enter a phone number into his phone before he could put a stop to it, “That’s so nice of you to ask…” Logan bit her lip, eyes wide as she watched Rafe enter his phone number with a straight face, a look of horror flashing across the man opposite of him, his mouth gaping as Rafe saved the contact and then handed the phone back, “Call me, alright? We can start off with a long conversation about how no means no.”