IM FEELING SO MANY EMOTIONSSSS

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.

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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.”

im not sure how the storys are going to work out, but i saw posted that you have logan in your fic? will she be with rafe too? or just a mentioned character?

Tagging @instructionsnotincluded bc Logan is hers!

I am so sorry how long it took for me to answer this! Logan will be with Rafe in You'll Be Safe! She won't be active in the beginning, but she will be making appearances as the story continues!

Fear not! Logan x Rafe is a ship forever canon in my heart, as I cannot imagine anyone else with Rafe.

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.

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!

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.