Me At The Beginning:

Me at the beginning:

Me at the end:

KATE WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME???

do you think we could get a spicy snippet early on with Rafe and Logan? 🫣🤭

We could do that! Hahaha.

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18+ MDNI | Suggestive content, flirting, smut

Logan just reached into the bag dangling over her shoulder when she felt a hand reach out for her elbow. Fully prepared to have to fight her way out of this, she released the surprised breath she was holding when she spotted Rafe Cameron a few feet away, her back slowly finding the wall.

“What are you doing?”

“I saw you getting ready to leave while I was at dinner,” Rafe pointed behind him and Logan glanced towards the dining room. One of the less formal ones, she could see men and women dressed casually as they enjoyed their dinner. At a far table, she could just briefly make out Sarah and Wheezie and she assumed Rose and Ward were there as well.

“How’s the prime rib?”

“Fine,” Rafe stood in front of her and she eyed him closely, taking in his posture and expressions, trying to figure out which Rafe she was dealing with. His eyes weren’t dilated and he appeared to be breathing normally. “Wheezie ordered dessert and then we’re leaving.”

“You didn’t want any?”

Logan bit down on her lip when he moved closer, one of his hands pressing into the wall beside her head, his other gently finding space on her waist, his reply barely above a whisper, “That’s why I’m here.”

“What happened to it being a one time thing?” She asked, aware of the way Rafe’s finger rolled circles along her side.

“We both know I was lying.”

Logan couldn’t help but laugh, her hand lifting to fix his collar, letting her fingers trail along his shoulder and up to the side of his neck, “The parking lot’s probably empty…”

Rafe shook his head, invading her space as he flattened his hand on her hip, slowly dragging it down her thigh until he could tease the edge of her skirt, “Want it here.”

Logan sighed, her head leaning against the wall as Rafe’s hand glided up her thigh, disappearing under her skirt and she let a soft breath of air escape her parted lips when his fingers grazed her underwear.

“Looks like I’m not the only one ready.”

Logan snorted, dragging him closer to her, their foreheads connecting as he pulled her underwear aside, fingers and knuckle teasing their way between her lips, “Your family is over there…” she gasped when he dipped a finger inside her, testing out how wet she was, Logan fluttering as he slowly drew a circle around her opening, “Anyone could walk by or see or—”

“Tell me that doesn’t make it better,” Rafe slipped his index finger inside her, and Logan arched against the wall, mouth parting to breathe him in as he brushed his nose against hers, the feel of his long finger making her brain buzz.

Logan couldn’t help but moan, eyes closing as he twisted his wrist, fingers stroking that spot no one had ever successfully found but her toys, her hips eagerly rolling into his hand.

Rafe pulled his fingers from her before she wanted him to, a whine she should have been embarrassed about escaping as he brought his hand out from her skirt, her eyes glued to his as he licked his fingers clean, taking his time to suck the taste of her off.

It was the hottest thing she’d ever seen. Rafe dressed in clothing that cost more than any of hers, broad shoulders looking so good in his blue polo, the color causing his eyes to pop as his hair just barely escaped the gel, falling across his forehead as he lewdly licked his fingers. Relishing in the taste of her.

“Just what I needed,” Rafe’s whisper fanned across her mouth and Logan sighed, searching his face as he slipped both of his hands around her waist, pressing her into the wall, “Taste so good, Lo.”

She kissed his chin, her hands sliding over his arms, “Did you get enough…?”

He shook his head, eyes glued to hers, “Think I need more.”

“I think so too,” Logan wanted to gasp as she felt his hands wander down her hips, watching as he started to lower himself to the ground when they heard the sound of a door opening, both of them jolting apart.

I AM SO READY FOR THESE TWO TO GET TOGETHERRRR

feeling fragile today. could we possibly get a soft rafe wild winds snippet?

Oh my goodness! I hope you’re feeling a little better! Take time for yourself! Remember that you’re important and not alone!

Of course we can have a snippet!

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MDNI 18+ | Suggestive conversation and feelings.

Logan held her breath, eyes glued to Rafe’s as he stroked her leg, his long fingers gliding up and down her shin. The atmosphere was thick and charged and she felt herself tingle as his fingers gently ran over her knee. Briefly his eyes shifted from hers to her legs and Logan pivoted slightly, extending her legs further to give him more area to feel.

It was wrong. On so many levels it was wrong. Rafe was a Kook, a drug addict, a drop out, and she was fairly certain he had an anger problem, but the Rafe sitting beside her, drinking a Stella Artois beer was someone else. The same someone who loved his baby sister, who gave her rides home so she didn’t have to walk, who fixed her fucking car as a thank you.

His hand ran back down her leg all the way to her ankle, toying with the gold anklet she had around it, adjusting it so it laid correctly against her skin. “Do you want to go for a swim?” Rafe looked up at her, eyebrows lifting and she bit her lower lip, “I don’t have a suit, but I’m sure we can make do…”

Rafe released her leg, his actions serving as an affirmative response, and Logan slowly pushed herself up to stand before unbuttoning her denim shorts, letting the material fall down her legs and pool at her feet. The boy beside her seemed to take in her freshly exposed legs happily, eyes focused on the lacey underwear she wore next. She kicked the denim off to the side before pulling off her tank-top, the material landing on top of the shorts, leaving her in a matching bra, bits of lace along the cup.

She took a step towards the edge of the pool, Rafe sitting up straighter with interest as she dove in, the cool water hitting her overheated skin seconds later.

Logan came up for air after pushing off from the bottom, water stuck to her eyelashes as she looked over at him, her legs kicking to keep her head above water, “You gonna join me or just be a creep?”

Rate laughed, tugging off his polo before unbuttoning his shorts and Logan tried not to stare too hard at the sight of him in his boxer briefs before he dove into the pool after her.

Literally Rafe in this snippet

Can we get a snippet of angry/frustarted Rafe? 😍

We can have slightly jealous and frustrated Rafe, if that works? 🤣

Read Wild Winds here!

18+ MDNI | Language, references to sex.

By the time intermission rolled around, Logan found herself trying to stay awake, the movie more boring than she thought. Beside her, Amy and Nate had already moved closer, Amy’s hand resting just a little too high on Nate’s thigh to be friendly. Thomas was fully laying down now, hands resting behind his head, nudging her foot from time to time when he noticed the other two getting touchy.

Pushing herself into a standing position, Logan tugged on the hem of her shorts before stretching, “Gotta pee—back soon.”

Neither Amy nor Nate heard her and Thomas just waved in acknowledgement. She glanced towards her brother and his friends, noticing them whispering together and she only shook her head, not at all wanting to get involved in that.

Rafe was still in his seat further back, although both Topper and Kelce were nowhere to be seen. The oldest Cameron slouched back with a flat look across his face. “Who’s the guy?”

Logan paused in front of him, her hands sliding down her bare arms, wishing she remembered to bring a jacket. “What guy?”

“The guy playing footsie with you all night.”

Logan frowned, shaking her head slightly before realization crossed her face, however, before she was able to continue, she spotted Topper and Kelce coming out of the bathrooms.

She moved past Rafe and after several long seconds, he joined her behind a few of the larger trees near the restrooms. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“Are we seeing other people now?”

Rafe looked incredibly displeased, hands shoved into his pockets and hat pulled on backwards, a look that very much made her brain short circuit. She took a step closer to him, hands running along his shoulders and down his arms until they found home on his narrow waist.

“Are you jealous, Rafe?”

“Cut the shit, Logan.”

She couldn’t help but laugh softly, gently tugging him towards her as she looked up at him, the boy in front of her still with his hands in his pockets and sour look across his face.

“I think Thomas is probably much more interested in you than he would be in me.” She squeezed his sides, taking just another step closer as she studied his face. When Rafe didn’t immediately get what she was saying, Logan rolled her eyes, “He’s gay. Thomas wouldn’t want me if I was the last person on earth. You have nothing to worry about. I already told you that.”

Rage exhaled slowly, his shoulders loosening considerably as he pulled his hands from his pockets, both palms landing on her lower back as he pulled her into him, “You're sure?”

“Um…very.” Logan nodded, “I walked in on him and Anthony Reynolds senior year. They were in the locker room and didn’t realize practice was starting. They’re lucky it was just me and that I’m not startled by blow jobs easily.”

“I…think I could have lived without that image.”

Logan smiled, tilting her head up to request a kiss, Rafe giving her a soft one a moment later, “Enjoying the movie?”

“No.” Rafe’s straight face and deadpan answer had her giggling, “I’d rather be making out with you. Why aren’t we doing that, again…?”

“I promised Amy.” Logan looped her arms around his waist, chin resting on his sternum, “but you can kiss me now…”

READ THEM TO FILTH LOVELY!!!!

Can we get a snippet of angry Logan? 👀

Yessss! Let’s do that! 😉👀

MDNI 18+ | Boys being gross, references to sex, language, Logan’s angry.

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Rafe slipped his hand over her shoulder, gently pulling her towards him, Logan going easily now that their argument was resolved, and just as his lips touched her forehead did her attention shift.

“She’s gotta be a virgin, dude.”

“I dunno,” the newest member of the valet team shook his head, the same guy who mistook her as a guest a few weeks ago, “I think the innocent look is just an act. Virgins are hard to find.”

“I’m telling you,” she turned her head fully despite Rafe trying to hug her, seeing one of the guys a grade above JJ talking. Andrew—she was pretty sure that was his name. “She’s a total virgin, and I gotta have it.”

“Who are they talking about?” Logan asked, more to herself as she felt Rafe’s wrists cross to rest on her lower back, tilting his head up so she could slide under it.

“I don’t kno—”

“Imagine those big eyes looking up at you…” Andrew swatted the new guy with the back of his hand, both of them laughing, “I gotta pop that cherry, it’s killin’ me thinking she’s untouched.”

“Be careful, bro. JJ’s not gonna let that happen. Dude’s basically pissed a circle around her…”

“Ellie?” Logan pulled away, her shoulders tightening as she felt Rafe reach for her arm, “They’re talking about Ellie?!”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Rafe pulled her back when Logan moved to walk in their direction, “you can’t go around cracking skulls because people are talking, doll.”

“Oh yeah?” Logan pulled her arm from his grip, “Fucking watch me.”

“Logan—”

Although Rafe was stronger, Logan was faster, moving quickly away from her car where Rafe had parked it before he could grab her hand, watching as the valet stand, and by extension the boys, grew closer.

The boys noticed her before she said anything, the new one averting his gaze as Andrew leaned against the stand, “Logan—good to see you this fine Wednesday afternoon. I thought you worked this morning?”

“Yeah, I just got off and I couldn’t help but overhear you talking…” The color in both boys’ faces drained and Logan rested her hands on her hips, “You think Ellie’s a virgin, huh?” No one said anything, simply blinking at her owlishly, “What? You can’t talk anymore…?”

“W—we were just taking,” Andrew cleared his throat, “it wasn’t meant to be heard by anyone else…”

“Does that make it ok to say?” Logan asked, “Ellie’s sex life is none of your concern unless she chooses to discuss it with you. God forbid she invites you into it, so why don’t you two find something else to talk about, huh? Discussing your coworkers sexual history should be far from any of your conversations. It’s disrespectful, it’s gross, and it’s basically an HR violation, so…”

Andrew held his hands up and the new guy looked about ready to wet himself, both of them nodding with slightly parted lips before Logan turned to step off the curb, prepared to return to Rafe and her car when an all too familiar Camaro rolled to a stop right in front of her.

Christopher’s shit eating grin greeted her and Logan only exhaled as he pushed open the door and climbed out. He was dressed in a nice suit she hadn’t ever seen him wear when they were together, adjusting the jacket as he crossed in front of the vehicle, shiny metal watch catching in the sunlight.

“She givin’ you boys a hard time?” Christopher asked, stretching his arm out to hand over his car keys.

“No, sir…”

“Mhmm.” Christopher handed over a few folded bills after his key, stepping up onto the curb with his designer dress shoes, “I know a Logan Maybank ass chewing when I see one. Word from the wise, just nod and let her lose steam…”

Logan scoffed, her blood starting to heat more.

Christopher paused, pulling the sunglasses off his face before he winked at her, dark eyes lingering on her with a twinge of something that only made her more angry, “She likes a few other things too after that, but uh, you’re probably too young for her…” He looked her over, gaze flickering pointedly over her shoulder beyond his car, “Or are you into the young ones now, Lo-Lo?”

A sickly sweet smile formed across her mouth before she said, “Choke on your lunch, Chris.”

“Right back at you, sweetheart.”

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Tagging @cdragons since Ellie belongs to her! Read her story here!

SCREAMING CRYING FLAILING ON THE FLOOORRRRRRRR

KATE THIS IS AMAZING AND THE PRECIOUSNESS OF JJ AND ELLIE IS TOO MUCH

love the new chapter!! is there any chance we could get a snippet of jj and rafe interacting at some point? i’m so excited for how their dynamic is going to play out

Yes!! This takes place during Midsummers!

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18+ MDNI | Language, references to sex, Rafe aggravating JJ.

Tagging @cdragons, since Ellie belongs to her!

At first he thought Ellie was going to breeze past him, but soon it became abundantly clear that she was heading for him, rather than around, and so he lifted an eyebrow, trying to remember the last time they actually spoke one-on-one. “Ellie…?”

“What do you think you’re doing?” A frown crossed Ellie’s forehead and he only lifted both eyebrows into his hairline, clearly surprised by not only her talking to him, but the intensity of which she started with. 

“Like right now?” Rafe glanced around, eyebrows still raised, “Just…standing here…?”

“No, not right now,” Ellie rested a hand on her hip and Rafe only continued to look on in confusion. “I’ve seen your car on the Cut more than a few times, and I’ve seen the way you stare at Logan at the club. What’s your game?”

“My…game…?”

“You’re either creepy as fuck or you’re up to no good,” Ellie lifted an eyebrow of her own, but despise the shorter girl trying to appear intimidating, Rafe had to try to keep his amusement from showing as he realized what Ellie was referring to, “so which is it?”

“Uh…” Rafe lifted a hand to scratch behind his ear, covering his laugh with a cough when her eyes narrowed even further, “...neither…?”

“I know what I’ve seen, Rafe,” Ellie tapped her foot against the floor, “you better leave her alone. I don’t know why you’re bullying Pope and JJ or why there’s a feud, but it needs to stop. Going after Logan is only going to make things worse. If you think they’re mad now…”

“Yeah…” Rafe didn’t bother to hide his chuckle this time, “that’s not what's happening, at all.”

“Then what’s happening?” Ellie asked, “Are you obsessed or something? Because you’re lucky JJ’s been too distracted to pick up on it. Trust me when I say no one messes with his sister.” 

“I’m not messing with his sister,” Rafe shook his head, “you can all relax, alright?”

“Rafe…” Ellie shook her head back and forth, “I swear, if you’re going after her…”

“Maybe…” Rafe took a step to the side, leaning over to place his untouched flute of champagne on one of the nearby tables, “you should open your eyes a little bit, huh, Sherlock? If you’re already watching, you’re definitely not looking close enough.” Ellie’s frown deepened and he sent her a wink when she didn’t respond, “You have a good night, Ellie.”

However, before he could successfully sneak away, not being able to stand being away from Logan any longer, he ran directly into JJ, the youngest Maybank looking the opposite of pleased, his own eyebrows furrowed as he looked between him and Ellie, “What the fuck is goin’ on over here?”

Rafe sighed heavily, eyes lifting upwards before he connected the dots, making a mental note to give Logan the twenty bucks he bet her earlier. “Lookin’ good, JJ. Didn’t know you were invited to this shindig,” 

“H—he’s my guest…” 

“Right,” Rafe drew the word out, glancing between the two as he nodded slowly, “the uniform just screams guest…” 

“What do you want, Rafe?” JJ moved closer to Ellie, all of them vaguely aware of a soft voice calling Ellie away, both Rafe and JJ watching as Ellie glanced between them nervously before moving towards her mother. “You don’t have any business talking to Ellie.”

Rafe cocked an eyebrow, looking over JJ’s shoulder towards the spot Ellie stood with her mom, Anna, and Kiara, amusement crossing his eyes as he looked back to JJ, “Last time I checked, Maybank, I can talk to whomever I want.” JJ’s eyes narrowed further, “And uh—last time I checked, Ellie came up to me. So you better get a grip on yourself and man up before she moves on to someone else…”

JJ took a step forward and Rafe pulled his hands from his pockets, grabbing onto JJ’s shoulders, squeezing them just a little too tight as JJ glared up at him, jaw set hard, “Mind your fuckin’ business, Rafe—”

“Yeah, I’mma do that,” Rafe drug his hands across JJ’s shoulders before he gripped his tie, the crooked accessory bothering him as he adjusted it, tightening it just a little tighter than need be as JJ slapped his hands away. Rafe easily took a step back, smirk falling across his face as he slipped his hands into his pockets, “Make sure you tell Logan I thought she was lookin' really hot yesterday at work, alright? Your sister’s a smoke show.” If it was possible, JJ turned at least three different shades of red, both hands squeezed into a fist as Rafe walked away, purposely bumping into his shoulder as he passed, but before he could get too far away, he turned around and ran a hand along his jaw, JJ nearly vibrating where he stood as Rafe glanced pointedly towards Ellie, his voice loud enough that she could hear,  “And uh, use protection tonight. No glove, no love—bro.”

JJ!!!

I’VE BEEN A BAD GIRL, TOO!!!

Can we have more snippet of jj and audrey? They always hold special space in my heart since I read it from the very beggining. So I always miss them ahaha

Yes! Here's a quick snippet from an upcoming chapter! I'm so glad you're enjoying their story!

Read Into the Mist here!

18+ MDNI | Language, suggestive conversation, foreplay.

“I’m sorry.”

Audrey wrapped her arms fully around JJ’s neck, her forehead pressing to his shoulder as his slipped around her waist, hugging her tightly. They were both breathing heavily, the adrenaline combined with their argument still working its way out of their systems. 

“It’s alright,” JJ pressed his mouth to her ear, hugging her tighter as the shower steam filled the small room, fogging up the mirror. “We’re both really stressed out right now.”

Audrey inhaled his familiar smell, taking in the scent of sandalwood and weed, her nails digging into the bare skin of his torso. Having just caught him before he stepped into the shower, she couldn’t help but cling to his skin, never wanting to experience the feeling of losing him again. “I love you,” Audrey felt the tears escape her eyes, pressing herself impossibly closer as JJ’s arms tightened around her, “I’m sorry, I love you, I’m sorry.”

“Baby—I love you too,” JJ slipped his fingers up her neck and into her hair, massaging her scalp as he rocked her gently, “I’m here, I promise. I’m not going anywhere. It’s ok.”

“It’s not—it’s not. I’ve been a terrible girlfriend and I’m sorry—”

JJ pulled away, an indigent sound coming from the back of his throat as he cupped her face, pressing his forehead to hers, “Look at me.” She did as she was told, emerald meeting sapphire as he searched her eyes, “I never want to hear that again. You’re not a terrible girlfriend. You’ve got a ridiculous amount of stress right now and anyone else would be going insane. I love you, I’m here, we’re good. Ok? We’re more than good.”

“Are you sure?”

JJ dropped his mouth to hers, answering her question with a passionate kiss, tugging her closer. The sounds of water hitting the tiled floor echoed all around and Audrey gasped as he walked her back to the glass door, pressing her into it, both of his hands moving to rest flat against, “Does that seem like I’m sure?” Audrey nodded, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as he pressed himself further against her, eyes filled with something that made her stomach flip. “Words, Aud—tell me it does.”

“Yes,” Audrey whispered back, her reply fanning across his mouth as he pressed an open mouthed kiss to the corner of hers, “yes, it seems like you’re sure.”

“I told you months ago that this is it for me,” JJ lifted his hands from the glass door, lacing their fingers together before he brought them up and over their heads, pressing them against the shower door a moment later, “I’d fuckin’ marry you right now if you let me.”

“I know.” Audrey’s eyes fluttered closed as he pressed a lingering kiss to her chin and then her neck, nudging her head back with his own, “But I’m still sorry.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for,” JJ’s hands left hers, his fingers quickly working the buttons of her shirt undone, dragging the material off her shoulders, leaving her in the soft cotton sports bra and biker shorts, “unless you’re gonna be a bad girl inside that shower…”