Were Shouting And Screaming, Your Majesty

We’re shouting and screaming, your majesty

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

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

I NEED THIS SOTRY YESTERDAY KATE

Can we get a snippet of jealous Rafe? 😮‍💨

We can do that!!

18+ | MDNI | Suggestive flirting, language, just a shake of spice 😉

“This better not become a regular thi—”

Logan wasn’t able to finish her thought, Rafe’s hand sliding along the front of her throat, tilting her head back as his lips moved from her neck to her ear. Her mouth opened slightly when he squeezed and she may have been embarrassed by the breathy moan that escaped if she hadn’t been so turned on.

Her hands rested on his hips, fingers tugging on the hem of his polo before running under the material to feel his warm skin, automatically pulling him tighter against her, Rafe groaning into her ear when she did.

“What’s his name?”

She could feel his teeth along her lobe and her eyes fluttered closed when he turned her head again, lips reattaching to the spot below her ear that she knew was already red.

Logan bit her lip, pretty sure her eyes were about to roll back if he kept sucking on her neck like that, “Who?”

Rafe chuckled and Logan moaned again when he squeezed her neck, cool rings brushing against the sensitive skin there. He pulled his face away, hovering over her in a way that would have been menacing if she didn’t know better, “Exactly.”

He drug his nose along hers and Logan parted her lips when his hand shifted further up her throat, thumb brushing along her bottom lip before he slipped it inside, pupils dilating when she sucked on it lightly before saying, “I have to make tips, Rafe…”

Rafe shook his head no, forehead resting against hers as her arms wound around his waist, hugging him as her wrists locked at the small of his back. “Fuck that,” he said, “if one more douche asks for your number...”

Logan nipped his lower lip before soothing it with her tongue, “Anyone ever tell you that you’re kinda cute all jealous?”

Rafe lifted his hand to brush his thumb along the angry red mark he sucked onto her skin after one of the tourons dressed in an IZOD touched her elbow, leaning across the bar before he asked what time she got off. “Gotta let everyone know you’re not interested, don’t I?”

“I don’t know…” Logan searched his eyes when he pulled away, “He said he rented a BMW…” Logan’s sentence was cut off, laughter filtering out of her mouth as Rafe slapped her ass warningly, her hands flattening along his back before traveling up and over his shoulders, “Kiss me and remind me why I’m not interested.”

He’s totally stealing one of her things 😀

Omggggg could we get a snippet of the pogues coming back while Logan and Rafe are in her room?

Here is one! Although they're not exactly in her room for this one... 🤣

18+ | MDNI | References to sex, language.

“That’s the best way to start a day off,” Logan sighed breathlessly and Rafe hummed in agreement, pressing another kiss to her knee. 

“Better than serving drinks to dumbasses trying to look down your shirt?”

“Yeah,” Logan pushed herself up onto her elbows, biting down on her lip as she looked at him, “Now I just have to deal with one asshole trying to look down my shirt all day.”

Rafe scoffed, leaning forward to slap her left ass cheek warningly, Logan giggling as he did, “That asshole just gave you two orgasms, so you might wanna be nice to the hand that fucks you.”

“Or the mouth that licks my pussy.”

Rafe laughed, shaking his head at her as he released her leg, but before he could reply, they heard the clunk and clank of a car approaching, Logan scrambling off the table as Rafe pushed the chair back, the former moving quickly towards the window to peek through.

“Fuck, it’s the Twinkie.”

“The what?” Rafe ran the back of his hand along his mouth as Logan pushed her skirt back down, hand reaching out to grab onto his bicep as she hauled him through the kitchen and down the hall towards her bedroom. 

“The Twinkie,” Logan wrapped her fingers around the door knob and pushed the door open, moving Rafe inside, “John B’s Volkswagen. They call it the Twinkie.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know,” Logan jumped onto her bed to move towards the window behind it, reaching for the dangling rod to close the blinds, “Stay here until I get rid of them.”

“And if they don’t go?”

“Make yourself comfortable?” Logan paused in the doorway, eyes shooting towards her nightstand beside the bed and then the dresser, “but don’t be weird. I don’t want to come back to you sniffing my underwear or something.”

Rafe shot her an unimpressed look as he leaned back against the dresser, the sounds of the Twinkie’s doors opening and closing echoing through the old, thin windows, “I literally just had three of my fingers inside you…not to mention my tongue...”

“And you did a great job, gold stars for pussy eating." Logan walked back towards the door, “Don’t make a sound, k?”

Just as Logan closed the door behind her, did the front door open widely, JJ thundering in with the merry band of Pogues behind him, “Logan?”

“Here,” Logan moved down the hall, hand casually smoothing down her skirt as she leaned against the back of the couch, “What’re you guys doing here?”

“Why are you home on a Thursday?” JJ glanced around the house, frown across his face. 

“I’m not working today.”

“But it’s Thursday…”

“So?” Logan lifted her eyebrows.

“Thursdays are your late night…”

“I’m off,” Logan lifted her shoulder. “What are you guys doing here anyway?”

“I’m just lookin’ for something,” JJ was as vague as she was and she watched him wander through the living room before ducking into the kitchen and utility rooms. 

While her brother attempted to look casual, Logan glanced towards the other Pogues, “Wanna fill me in?”

“Sorry,” John B slipped his hands into the pockets of his board shorts as he hovered just inside the front door, “Classified.”

“Of course it is.”

JJ let out a groan, throwing Logan an annoyed look over his shoulder after he did a second pass through the kitchen, “Why is your underwear on the ground? Please tell me you didn't bring someone here...”

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?”

I LOVE THEM, YOUR HONOR

i can’t tell you how many times I’ve read the wild wind chapters and snippets. do you think we could get one with Logan calling Rafe daddy? 🫣😳

I’m so glad you’re enjoying it! That means so much!! Thank you!

And yes, I think we can! With all the new Drew content, we can definitely celebrate. 🤣

18+ MDNI | Sex, breath play, daddy kink, pure filth, and everything in between.

“Rafe…”

“Want you to be my good girl this morning, Lo.” Rafe’s voice was deep and thick with sleep, just a hint of his accent coming through, the one he lost the higher up the sun went as his expensive schooling took over, “Can you do that for me, doll?”

Logan nodded, her hips shifting to try to get his fingers where she needed them, but he only pulled his hand away, sitting up on his elbow so that he could move the sheets off them, the chilly air hitting her skin. He drug his hand up her leg before curving over the swell of her ass, his other pushing the waistband of his boxers down.

Logan whined when she felt his hard length against her thigh, his smooth head running back and forth between her lips and she arched her back, one hand coming to slide up the back of his neck and into his hair while the other gently cupped her breast.

“I love when you touch yourself,” Rafe groaned as he watched her play with her nipple, the piercing visible through the sheerness of her nightgown, “gets me so hard.”

“Maybe…” Logan felt a soft pant escape her mouth when Rafe parted her legs, the thick head of his cock nudging her entrance as he teased her. Still on her side with him half above and half beside her, she drug his head back down to hers to kiss him, nipping his bottom lip teasingly, “You should get your phone then, daddy.”

Rafe bucked into her and Logan kissed him harder, their kiss much hotter, all tongue and teeth until they parted. Rafe kissed her nose, running it along hers as he asked, “Are you sure?”

Logan nodded and her heart swelled at him checking in, gently tucking some of his wild hair behind his ear, “I’m very sure.”

Rafe turned to grab his phone, and Logan watched him navigate his way to the camera, her nails raking up and down his arm, massaging his bicep as he worked to prop it up opposite of them and when he hit record she could feel just how turned on he was between her legs.

They kissed slowly, Logan kissing him thoroughly and when Rafe’s hand slid along her throat he squeezed it lightly, her fingers lost in his hair as he kissed his way down the side of her neck and over her shoulder. He nudged the strap down, the material loose enough that it drooped and he gently pulled it further down, exposing her breast to the air and camera, Logan moaning her approval when he twisted her piercing.

He glanced up from her breast to make sure he had it in frame, pawing, squeezing, and stroking her as she pressed her legs together, his cock bobbing against her leg. Logan arched her back more, one hand sliding behind her to grasp him in her hand, massaging his damp tip as he flattened his hand on her stomach, lips dragging back over her shoulder.

She opened her legs, confirming that the camera could see it all before she brushed herself against him, Rafe groaning as he worked to line himself up, swiping along her to confirm she was ready before he plunged inside her.

Logan cried out, hand gripping him by the back of his neck as he began moving, one hand still resting on her throat while the other gripped her ass, flattening out before a smack echoed around the room. She moaned loudly as he soothed the sting by gliding his hand over her cheek, and when she felt his breath against her ear she had to keep herself from finishing right there.

“So fuckin’ tight, Lo.” They moved faster with each other, the bed shaking as the headboard knocked into the wall, “So good for me.”

“Only you, daddy,” Logan squeezed him intentionally, “fucking me so good…”

Rafe groaned, hips rocking and Logan reached for the phone, holding it to get a better angle.

*toe curl activate*

sneak peak 🙂‍↕️