Rafe Cameron Fan Fiction - Tumblr Posts
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.”
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.”
…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…
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.
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 😉
Read Wild Winds here!
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.
IM FEELING SO MANY EMOTIONSSSS
WHY DID YOU HAVE TO STOP THERE????
I’m ready to see Rafe give Logan the look and her reaction 😮💨
Ooooooh. Ok, ok, ok. We can do that. 🤣
18 + MDNI | Language, references to sex, Logan’s a brat and Rafe’s had enough.
Read Wild Winds here!
Logan slammed the car door, not even bothering to apologize as she clicked her seatbelt into place, Rafe climbing into the other side. The leather of the steering wheel squeaked as he gripped it, starting the Range Rover a moment later.
She kept her gaze trained on the dark tinted window, slight frown between her eyebrows, ignoring Rafe as he buckled his seatbelt and put the SUV into reverse, pulling out of the parking lot before setting off down the road. It was quiet, and Logan watched out of the corner of her eye as Rafe turned on the radio, soft music playing as he idled at a stop sign, and just as he made the left hand turn did she lean over and turn the radio off.
If the mood hadn’t been so tense, and if she wasn’t so annoyed, she may have laughed at his expression, the man beside her doing a double take, before he cleared his throat, wrist dangling from the steering wheel, “You gonna pout the rest of the night or are we going to talk about this?”
“Who gave you the right to talk to Ron?” Logan lit into him and Rafe kept his eyes on the road, “Huh? Just because I suck your dick you think you can get involved in my work conflicts?”
“I don’t know if you know this or not,” Rafe said slowly, “but you’re kinda a push over, Lo. The dude’s taking advantage of you and I’m sick of it.”
“It’s my job—”
“Can we at least wait to argue until we get home?”
“No,” Logan lifted her feet and pressed her non-slip work shoes directly onto the dash like she knew he hated, arms folded across her chest, “I think I’d like to talk about it now. Why do you think you get to tell my boss about my problems with a coworker? At what point did you hear your name involved?”
“Logan…”
“I’m serious,” Logan’s voice only raised as Rafe sighed heavily, “I’m not a puppet, I’m not your thing, and you will not get involved in this. I told you yesterday I didn’t want you involved, and yet, less than twenty-four hours later, here you are!”
“Can—”
“I won’t be controlled. I’m not some wannabe Figure Eight princess, Rafe. I don’t need you to save me, I don’t want you to save me, and if you even fucking think of doing that again, I’ll—”
Rafe pulled the car over almost immediately and Logan scrambled to grab onto the handle, head turning to stare at him as he all but slammed the car into park, turning in his seat with a look that had her closing her mouth, eyes wide as he looked back at her.
“Or you’ll what?” Rafe asked, his eyes searching her face, “What are you gonna do about it, Logan?” Logan struggled to find the words, her gaze locked on his as he waited for her to respond, a single eyebrow arching as he waited, “Well? I’m listening. If you’ve got so much to say, then say it. Tell me how I'm doing the wrong thing by making sure my girlfriend isn’t walked all over by assholes. Tell me how talking to your boss was the wrong thing to do.”
Logan only remained silent and Rafe leaned over, sliding a bit of hair behind her ear before his fingers trailed down her jaw to slide under her chin, eyes searching hers as he looked at her with an expression she hadn’t seen before, not fully, at least, “What’s the matter, Lo? Cat for your tongue?”
“I—”
“You’re gonna listen to me,” Rafe brought her closer, his nose burning against hers, “that’s what you’re gonna do. Starting now—get the fuck out of the car.”
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!
Read Wild Winds Here!
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.”
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…”
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.
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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!
Me to Luke
do you have any snippets of Logan telling Rafe things Luke did that you would be willing to share?
I have one that I can share!
18+ MDNI | Mentioned of abuse, child abuse, canon-typical violence and abuse.
“What about this one?”
Logan’s head rolled from one shoulder to the other, glancing towards Rafe’s hand where he was absentmindedly stroking her hip, the tips of his fingers grazing the very thin scar that sat just to the side of her bellybutton and stretched out towards her hip.
“That was a broken beer bottle,” Logan closed her eyes, feeling Rafe’s fingers trace the mark, “when I was…seventeen.”
“Luke?”
“Hmmm.” Logan stretched her legs out, feeling Rafe shift onto his side as his entire hand slid across her waist, fingers fanning out to cover the mark, “JJ got in trouble at the Stop N’ Shop. Got caught stealing something and the owner called Luke, he left work and went to pick him up, paid for the stolen shit and then hauled JJ home.”
She opened her eyes when she felt Rafe’s lips along the scar, nose dragging across it after, “How’d you get it, then?”
“He’d been out of jail for a few months,” Logan lifted a hand to slide it through his hair, pushing it back and off his forehead, “so he was on edge, basically threw JJ inside the house. I was just about to head to work when they came in. I can’t remember how the bottle got broken—I think he smashed it against the counter, but he had JJ against the wall and I tried to get in the middle of it and ended up getting sliced.” Rafe’s eyebrows furrowed and Logan ran her finger across the space between them, “I’m ok now. It was just a quick in and out at the emergency room. A few stitches and a tetanus shot—told them I fell across some glass on the beach.”
“Doesn’t make it ok.”
LOOK AT OUR GIRL BEING HAPPY
Any chance we could get a snippet of cuddly Rafe? 🥰
We can!!! 🥰
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18+ MDNI | recreational drugs, drinking, fluff, language
Logan sat on the arm of the chair, a wide smile across her face as Amy finished telling the story of them sneaking into an R rated movie when they were only thirteen, laughter bubbling up from the group as Amy reenacted the teenage girls seeing their first sex scene and fleeing the theater giggling and laughing.
“This one shrieked,” Amy pointed an elbow towards Logan, joint resting casually between her index finger and thumb, her eyes wide and pupils blown as she leaned into Nate’s arm, “as soon as we saw a bare ass, we were gone.”
“We were thirteen,” Logan held the beer by the neck, rolling her eyes playfully, “had you seen a naked ass at that age yet?”
“I definitely didn’t see one that looked like that!”
More laughter and Logan felt Rafe’s hand run along the small of her back, his own soft chuckles mixing with the group.
“How ‘bout it, Rafe?” Jordan sipped from his can of beer, “Did you all sneak into anything over on Figure Eight?”
“No, man.” Rafe shook his head, “we just snuck out of shit. Kids aren’t people over there, we’re just…accessories.”
“I don’t think I ever thought I’d feel sorry for a Kook,” Nate said after Amy took a long pull from the shared joint, “but that’s just sad, bro.”
Rafe felt Logan’s hand slide around the back of his neck, fingers twirling the ends of his hair and they shared a soft look as he grinned playfully, “Well—I wouldn’t feel too bad. I have seen a bare ass before thirteen.”
More laughter sounded and Logan shook her head, leaning into Rafe’s arm as he slipped it fully around her, pulling her off the arm of the chair and into his lap, their lips meeting for a soft, quick peck that Logan had to force herself not to deepen.
“We could play never have I ever,” Thomas walked out from around the tiny kitchen, fresh bottles of beer in each hand, “that’s a fun game.”
“No it’s not,” Amy exhaled a stream of smoke, “Logan’s done everything. It’s no fun.”
Logan laughed with the others, crossing one leg over the other as she felt Rafe’s palm slide over her knee and up her thigh, fingers teasing the hem of her shorts, “I’d call you a bitch, but you’re not wrong.” Amy continued to giggle, accepting the beer from Thomas before he passed one over to Rafe.
i’m so excited for this story!!!
partners in crime - pt. one - forbidden fruit
↳PAIRING: detective!rafe cameron x partner!reader
↳SUMMARY: you and your partner rafe investigate a string of sexually based homicides in the city. will the pressure become too much or will you finally tell each other how you really feel?
↳ [1k] WARNINGS: 18+: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! NO SERIOUSLY, ILL BLOCK YOU! mature themes, sex in a car, cum play, violence, hurt/comfort, cocky asshole rafe, cop lingo, cop! rafe - yes he's a warning and a menace and extremely talented with his tongue, mentions of gun violence and sex crimes (they're in the SVU baby - olivia benson is quaking) etc.
↳A/N: this is a repost from my old blog @tee-swizzle. all of my works are being reposted to this one + the previous blog has been deactivated. moodboard by: @wildflwrdarlin. also, please let me know if you'd like to be tagged in this series!
It started with the tiniest seed of frustration. Religious people always talk about how a mustard seed of faith is enough to get you through anything. Rafe was one of those people, it was his mantra and though you didn’t believe what he did, you trusted that he believed it for a reason. That tiny mustard seed of faith had gotten him through his days as a marine and back home safely. You were thankful for that. It was something he didn’t talk about often, but you knew he counted it all to God that he made it. As mustard seeds come, you’d never seen one, but you understood the metaphor behind them, that the smallest ounce of faith could get you through, that you just had to believe. But, you never thought that mustard seeds came in other forms, forms like anger and resentment and frustration. That’s what you and Rafe had discovered the hard way. The current moment you sat in now was proof of such a thing. This – this mustard seed of frustration had started everything, had destroyed everything and it started with a serial rapist in Brooklyn. The truth was Rafe saw his baby sisters in every victim, he even saw you in some of them too and when a criminal had the audacity to slip through his fingers, he simply couldn’t function. That’s how you found yourself admiring his facial features on a random Tuesday night as you sat across from him and he spoke into a voice recorder, detailing the harrowing events of the body you’d found in central park mere hours prior. You watch him intently, the dim of his desk lamp illuminating the strong features of his jaw as he spoke. He was breathtaking and beautiful, you’d give him that. You loved him – you’d give him that, too.
“This is officer Rafe Cameron, badge number 3976210, reporting on incident 17100059SVU. Reporting officers 1 & 2 of the special victims unit made the scene at Central Park – West located at 8th avenue and met sergeant Ted Baker of the homicide division. Sergeant Baker stated that he had a homicide victim and had requested photographs to be taken of the body and for complete evidence collection. The victim was identified as twenty-two year old Cassie Posey. Upon evidence collection, a small bag of a white powder, later identified as cocaine, was found inside her front right pocket. She was found laying on her back, arms at her sides, with only a bra covering a body, suggesting sexual assault. Shell casings from the gun were found parallel to the body. New York police and EMS were dispatched to the scene and transported her body to the medical examiner’s office.”
He pressed stop on the small recorder that sat on his desk and his blue eyes darted to you, bringing his dog tags up to his mouth yet again. The dog tags had become the center of your universe. His dog tags – one of the many things you had etched in your brain that identified him. You had watched them drape from his neck, dangling as you captured an assailant, watched them sit between his teeth as he gritted them in concentration; just as he was now, the only thing grounding him as he worked hours going over evidence, wanting nothing more than to catch the bad guy. It was so deeply ingrained in him from his days as a marine.
“What are you looking at?”
You’re brought out of your thoughts as Rafe’s sweet-like-honey tone infiltrates your ears.
“What?”
You questioned, feigning ignorance to what he said. You’d heard him, even though you were hyper fixated on the way his bicep was contracting as he moved toward you. Nope – you’d heard him, loud and clear. You just didn’t have the balls to tell him you were counting the colors in his eyes and admiring every muscle group that showed prominence from underneath his tan skin.
“What are you looking at?”
He probed you again, this time like you were a perp in his line of questioning. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees and you grinned like a child, ear to ear. Your eyes met his and he leaned forward even further, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ears. Blush rose to your cheeks. Suddenly – the years of fawning over him had come to a head and you couldn’t breathe. So, you followed your instincts, moving your eyes to your comfort item; his dog tags and you grabbed them. He looked down and smiled.
“You like those?”
He asked and you nodded, studying them once more before his large hand wrapped around yours stopping you in your tracks. Your eyes flicked to his and he closed in on you, your noses brushing against each other. You froze – all of your wants and desires coming to fruition as his plump pink lips met yours in an unforeseen kiss. You melted into the velvet of him. Your eyes remained closed as you pulled from the kiss and as they opened you focused on the dog tags again. The rest of it seemed to be a blur until you were looking up at him from where you laid in the backseat of your squad car. You’d seen the dog tags in every situation imaginable, but you had never seen them dangling above your face – you’d never seen them against his bare chest, the moonlight dancing across the shadows of his body moving against yours. It started in mere frustration – the act of your lips meeting his. They were soft and tender, just as you had always imagined they’d be and yes – you’d imagined, because quite frankly every woman that came into contact with him had. He was beautiful in an effortless, star striking kind of way. You had managed to acknowledge the fact that he was breathtaking without acting on it for so long that this – him inside you – was like a fever dream. He had laid you down in the back of your patrol car, his rough hands, imprints his gun had left in his fingertips tracing your breasts as he kissed you again. Whispers of “are you sure” and “never have we ever before” spoken between you as his blue eyes filled with lust and your pussy was filled to the brim with him.
Fuck – what were you supposed to do now?
